#i stay confident that he is so fucking hardened by his life

[willwriteforhugs]

when a character was naturally a goofy and light-hearted person their entire lives but as they grew up they got more and more damaged by the world and by their own grief and it became harder and harder to be the one smiling. and yet they force themselves to stay funny and stay light-hearted but over time it progressively becomes something they do consciously and intentionally to both relieve and manipulate their loved ones . ohohohohohoho

[bloodibambiidoll]

What would happen if weird!girl was there during the scene with Hollis instead of Sophia?

(This is based off two asks I got. One about weird!girl finally clapping back & one about her being there during this scene. Also thank you for being so patient with me ik it’s been a while since I posted about them !!) Jealously/possessiveness, choking, hair pulling, unprotected sex, mentions of weird!girl & another man in the past, breeding kink 18+

You know it’s absolutely irrational to be as pissed off as you are right now. But watching Hollis bat her spider leg eyelashes and pucker her years full of filler smudged red lips at your fiancé while she leans over the table with her tits pushed out is making you want to rip her head off. At the beginning of you and Rafe’s relationship you probably would’ve ran in the bathroom and cried because you didn’t feel like you were right for him. You’re not that girl anymore. Rafe has given you so much confidence and security that now you’re walking toward them with a smug smile painted on your face. Everyone on the island knows you and Rafe are engaged and if she thinks you’re going to let her walk all over you like some scared little girl she can think the fuck again.

Your platform boots click against the stone floor as you march across the outdoor seating area with a purpose. Rafe’s scotch is clutched tightly in your ringed hand and the cold condensation on the glass is a welcome cool in comparison to the fire in your veins. Your tiny black dress whooshes as you walk, the slight breeze kicking it up just enough to almost show your ass that’s covered in Gucci fishnets. You’re sick and tired of everyone walking all over you. Men scoff at you and look down on Rafe for being with you. Women constantly flirt with him in front of you like you’re not even there and you’re at your limit. You slide your way under your fiancé’s arm and tuck yourself into his side before holding his drink to him.

“Here’s your drink, baby.” You look up at him with a devilish little smirk and he sends you one of those signature Rafe Cameron smirks right back. His eyes flash from your own to your lips to your tits before he grabs the glass from your hand and places a kiss on your temple.

“Aww, who’s this?” Hollis breaks you and Rafe out of your bubble, making you snap your head toward her with a look that could kill.

“You’re joking, right?” You scoff, and push past Rafe so you can get right up in her face. You paint a condescendingly sweet smile on your lips as your eyes roam over her form. It’s obvious her days as resident cougar are numbered, the build up of Botox is starting to make her face look puffy and that lipstick looks awful with her skin tone. She even has a little bit smeared on her teeth and you can tell she’s slightly tipsy.

“Not only have I lived on this island my entire fucking life, I used to fucking take care of your dogs when you and your husband - oops I mean, ex husband used to go on your little vacations.” You cup your hand onto the side of your cheek and lean in even closer to her so you can whisper-yell in her ear. “You know, before you cheated on him so much he couldn’t take it anymore. Such a waste really, he’s such a sweet, handsome man…”

“Excuse me?” Hollis quickly leans back and scoffs, her hand flying to her chest as if you hit her. Her eyes show a flash of hurt before hardening. “You really ought to learn some respect, young lady. I don’t think you realize what kind of pull I have around here. I could ruin you.” Her lips wear a sinister smile that you assume she thinks is threatening but it just makes you laugh.

“No, I think you need to learn some respect, actually.” You return her smile, but yours is far more sinister than anything she could ever muster up because the minute that Stanley Kubrick esc grin stretches across your lips the one on her own drops and she takes a step back. But you just take a step forward, staying inches away from her face while you tilt your head to the side. “Everyone on this goddamn island already can’t stand me. And they all know Rafe Cameron is mine. But only you and I know that Mr. Robison sought comfort in a young, tight, pussy when you first started stepping out on him.”

“You really are and always have been such a vile little girl.” She sneers down at you and you know you hit the exact nerve you were aiming for. “Jealousy really isn’t a cute look, by the way, dear.”

“It’s not jealousy. It’s possession.” Hollis has gradually been taking steps back from you as the conversation has gone on but you close the distance between the two of you so you can lean up and whisper directly in your ear. “Now get the fuck away from my man before I choke you so hard your eyes pop out of your skull.”

“Ugh! You are a psychotic little bitch!” Hollis stomps her red bottom heeled foot onto the ground with a low growl before turning and stomping off.

“Whose acting like a little girl now!” You yell after her with a laugh and it earns you a glare over her shoulder that you return with laughter. You’re still practically cracking up when you turn to face Rafe who is staring down at you like a deer caught in the headlights. “You good baby? Thought you’d be proud of me.” You pout and your boyfriend's expression hardens as he grabs your wrist and pulls your body flush against his own.

“Oh, bats. I’m proud of you for standing on business, but…” Rafe's large hand grabs onto the back of your neck as leans down so he can practically growl into your ear. “You have some serious fuckin’ explaining to do. Mr. Robinson, huh? You fuck him?”

“And if I did? That was literally years ago before you ever thought twice about me, I think you’ll live.” Your voice holds a hint of defiance that you know for a fact is going to get your ass handed to you very shortly but if you’re being honest, that’s exactly what you want. It’s been a minute since you got Rafe riled up enough to fuck you until you can’t walk.

“You are so fucked. Car. Now. Start walking.”

-

“Tell me whose fuckin’ pussy this is.” Rafe has you bent over the arm of your expensive leather couch while his cock pounds deep into your dripping walls and his large palm shoves your face into the cushion below you. He ripped your dress over your head and tore your brand new gucci tights open at the crotch the minute he got you through the door. Your ass is beat red and decorated with welts the shape of his designer belt, your drool is dripping down your chin and your vision is blurry from your mascara running down your eyes. He fucking loves you like this.

“It’s yours! My whole body belongs to you, daddy!” The attitude you had earlier on in the night is starting to slip and you’re getting to the point that all you want is to come on Rafe’s cock as many times as he will allow you to. And so far? He’s been edging you for the last forty minutes.

“Yeah, that’s fuckin’ right. You’re my little whore.” Rafe’s fingers lace through your hair, his nails scratching your scalp as he gathers the strands between his digits and pulls them tight so he can yank your head back. He uses his grip for leverage as he continues to pound into you relentlessly. “Don’t wanna think about any other man touching you. Especially not some old fuck. As far as I’m fuckin’ concerned you were a virgin when we met.”

“Well, I wasn’t even close… Does that make you mad, daddy?” You let out a borderline evil chuckle as you let your tongue lull from your mouth while you look over your shoulder at him. His blue eyes are practically black from how dilated his pupils are, his nostrils are flared, and his lips are set into a snarl. You can’t help it that you love him like this. “Does it just drive you crazy that you’re not the only dick that’s been in this tight little pussy?”

“Shut your bratty little mouth, did I not beat that ass hard enough yet, huh? Do I need to pull out and make you watch me jerk off while I nut all over your dumb little face and leave you with nothing but a mess to clean up?” Rafe’s nails dig deeper into your scalp when his grip on your hair tightens. He pulls your back flush against his chest while his hips plow into yours, his thick cock stretching you out over and over with each thrust.

“What about you, huh?” You lace your arm around Rafe’s neck so you can drag your pointed nails down his skin. “Resident man slut? This all started because you were letting that dumb old bag fawn all over you with her tits in your face.”

Rafe pulls out of you and uses your hips to flip you onto your back. Your legs are dangling over the arm of the couch and your top half is bent flat against the cushion, propping your hips up so your pussy is on display to him. He lands a smack on your sopping wet cunt that verberates through the room and you barely have time to process before he’s dealing you with another one. His broad frame looms over you when he leans down to grip onto your throat and pin you to the plush leather.

“I was just appeasing her cause’ she was offering me a way I could make us more money.” He hits your pussy again before landing harsh smacks on your clit in succession. Rafe’s palm cups your cunt and he uses the heel of it to rub your clit roughly while he squeezes your throat so tight you see stars. He toys with your entrance with his thick fingers and then spreads your juices on his shaft. He pumps himself a few times before slamming back inside of you in one thrust. “You really think I’d ever trade this perfect fuckin’ cunt for anything in the world? You think you can go around talking about fucking men old enough to be your dad in front of me and not expect me to mark my territory? I’m gonna cover you in my fuckin’ cum.”

“Sounds like somebody is jealous.” You lick your lips and smile widely up at him while the hand on your throat makes your vision go fuzzy. The sound that leaves Rafe is near animalistic, he grips onto your thigh with his free hand and pins it to the arm of the couch. It spreads you wide and gives him the perfect view of his thick cock covered in your creamy juices as it slams inside you over and over again.

“It’s not jealousy, it’s possession.” Rafe mocks your words from earlier, his hand nearly cutting off your air supply before letting go and grabbing onto the back of your hair. He uses his grip to yank you up off the cushion and force your head down until you can see where you’re connected. His thrusts never falter as he manhandles you like a ragdoll.

“You see that shit? See your greedy little pussy swallowing my dick like it was made for her? Tell daddy again who owns that shit. Drop the attitude and tell me you’re my fuckin’ whore if you wanna come.”

“I’m your whore! Please let me come!” You whine as you writhe beneath him, your final resolve leaving you when he grabs onto both your wrists, suspending your back off the couch as he uses his grip on you to pull you back to meet his rapid thrusts.

“Yeah, that’s right, you’re my perfect little fuck doll. Mine to use, as I please, when I please.” You wrap your legs around his hips to pull him impossibly deeper and it has him growling and twitching inside you. “You gonna be a good girl and take my fuckin’ cum? Let me put a baby in you so all these bitches really know who you belong to?”

“Yes, fuck! Please give me your cum, wanna make you a daddy!” Rafe lets your body fall back down onto the couch so he can lean over you with his hands on either side of your head as he pumps his hips deep and hard into you. The angle has him hitting deeper than ever and each glide of his hips has his skin rubbing against your throbbing clit.

“Come on my cock, milk that shit, baby.” It’s like your body is programmed to listen to his words because that’s all it takes to have your walls pulsing around him as you gush around his thick shaft. You lean up and bite his chest before sucking hard on his skin, marking your territory. A few more rough thrusts of his hips and Rafe is coming right along with you. “Such a good girl, such a perfect, tight, pussy. Gonna give you a fuckin’ baby.” He babbles as his cock twitches inside of you and fills you with ropes of his cum. When he comes down from his high his body slumps against yours, his huge frame pining you awkwardly to the couch.

“Fuck.” You giggle as you wrap your arms around his neck and run your nails along his buzzed head. “That was so hot. But, you’re crushing me with your giant fucking body.”

“Yeah? I think you deserve it. I don’t think that was punishment enough for fucking Mr. Robinson before we ever got together.” Rafe groans dramatically as he lets more of his weight crush you.

“Well. I think you’ll be delighted to know that I never fucked him.” You say it in a sing-song tone that has Rafe’s head shooting up and his blue eyes locking with yours. “We just sexted. She found the pics on his phone and lost her shit.”

“Oh! You are such a little shit!” He pushes himself up off the couch and points down at you in mock accusation. “You let me think you fucked him so I would beat your lil’ ass, didn’t you?” Rafe chuckles and your hand flies to your chest while you look up at him with your mouth agape.

“What?!” You gasp. “I would never push your buttons for sexual gain. That would be insane.”

“You are such a fuckin’ brat, ya know that?” Rafe smiles as he pulls you off the couch and against his chest. “I ought to bend you over again, over my knee this time.”

“What was all that about giving me a baby?” You wiggle your eyebrows at him and he glares down at you. “Was that just horny talk or does somebody have baby fever?”

“You know what?” He grabs you and tosses you over his shoulder despite your protests. “I’m gonna spank you till you cry and then fuck you full of my cum until you’re begging me to put a baby in you.”

Tagging mooties & weird!girl lovers: @babygorewhore @cxrrodedcoffin @starkeysprincess @nemesyaaa @oceandriveab @munson-mjstan @cameronsprincess @rafeinterlude @sturnioloshacker @traceymbcm

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[konigsblog]

e-dater könig who’s in his 40’s and pressures you into meeting him at a hotel so you two could finally meet in person but the whole time he’s been lying about his age :(

anon, i have a couple of posts about könig who lies about his age on my blog if you're interested ! i'd never miss an opportunity to talk about this au though... 👀

tw/cw; rape, kidnapping, age difference/gap, dark fiction/fantasy, dead dove: do not eat. MDNI 18+

könig is incredibly insecure after retiring from more than two decades of his military life. he'd gained a couple of kilogrammes, if not a whole stone, and wasn't feeling very confident about losing the well-built physique he'd maintained for years. but, he still wanted love and a comforting relationship. he downloaded a dating app and didn't bother to set the age to anything preferred and came across a twenty-something year old woman who he couldn't get out of his fucked-up head.

he couldn't miss the opportunity and decided to change the photos he'd put on his profile, catfishing you with his younger, attractive self. this wasn't his initial idea, but he decided it would be better to lure you in with photos of him in his twenties to perhaps convince you to stay with him. his stomach churned and cock hardened thinking about it, something so inhumane and gross about it left him enticed. he couldn't allow someone to have such a pretty thing like you.

you don't recognise könig when you meet him. you're quickly snatched away, falling limp in his arms after being drugged with someone smelling strangely medical. and now here you were, locked in könig's basement, forced to take his hot load every single day.

könig wasn't as potent as he once was. he dreamed of having a large family with you, to impregnate you with his offspring. but, it wasn't possible. you took his endless fuckings and his words of cruelty and brutality, forced to endure hell on earth because you wouldn't accept his sticky, creamy cum.

könig would sell photos of you to depraved strangers online, bent over in various different positions with your tight rear in the air and your cunt swollen from being used over and over again. he'd spank you violently, putting your photos onto dark, underground websites where no one would even think to check. your disappearance case went cold after months with no leads, pronounced dead when in reality, you had become an old creep's sex doll. :(

[idyllicidols]

Cheat Day.

Another request. I forgot if the person wanted to stay anonymous so I'll leave them out to be safe. Something different with it being third person, but it felt needed with the content.

TW: gangbang

***

Wonyoung was always expected to be perfect. Her days were filled with endless rehearsals, rigorous diets, and sleepless nights. She yearned for a life of freedom, where she could make mistakes and be herself. Her long awaited day off was under commencement–and mistakes were definitely going to be made.

Three of her most dedicated fans, handpicked by the dollesque idol herself, received a private DM from an unknown account with a time and address. They were apprehensive about the message, but the never before seen photos piqued their curiosity.

The room was dimly lit, the only sound being the soft hum of the city outside. Wonyoung, clad in a silk robe, stood before them, her eyes sparkling with anticipation. She took mental notes on each one as they introduced themselves.

"Donghyun." She recognized him as a man who had been to nearly every concert and fan meet–his loud screams often heard over all the other fan chants. The messy haired boyish man looked like he just got off work. A disheveled suit with his tie loosely knit. Now that he was in such a private setting, he looked at her with an innocent admiration.

"Minsoo." The hottest of the bunch. His right arm covered in tattoos, his hair perfectly sculpted, but not greasy. He gazed upon her as if he already knew what she had planned. If the other two failed, she could depend on him for a good time.

"Junho." A recognized community member. Almost her whole fandom and group members knew of him. Her most dedicated fan. At every event, making sure to capture her in the perfect light. His fancams were the most popular, some even doing better than official recordings. A casual friendship had grown, and this was her way of showing her appreciation.

Her voice was steady and confident as she spoke, "Tonight, I'm not an idol. I'm not a performer. I'm yours, to do with as you please."

Junho and Donghyun exchanged astonished glances, their minds racing with the implications of her statement. They couldn't believe the woman they had idolized for so long would offer herself so freely. But Minsoo smirked expectedly.

Junho spoke up, "Wonyoung, we can't take advantage of you like this. You're an idol, and we're just fans."

Wonyoung's expression turned determined. "You can't deny me this. I've been living this life..always holding back, always being the perfect idol. Tonight, I want to be something else."

Donghyun joined in, "But you could ruin your reputation."

Wonyoung's voice hardened, "I don't care about my reputation. I want this. I want to be used, to be fucked."

She looked to Minsoo, her eyes pleading. She was right, she knew she could depend on him to get things rolling.

"If you're sure, Wonyoung, we can't deny you anything."

With a sultry smile, Wonyoung nodded, "I'm sure."

Minsoo undressed her slowly, untying the knot to her robe. She let it fall off her shoulders, the light from the window acted as a spotlight to her perfectly slender naked body. She was a tiny, delicate thing, but one with fire burning within her. The other two watched in awe as his hands roamed her body while his tongue explored her mouth.

He easily lifted her up and tossed her on the bed, his kisses trailed down from one pair of lips to her other. His hands were rough, their movements urgent and demanding.

"You cucks going to just watch or join in?" Minsoo aggressively berated the other two men into action.

Donghyun was the next to act, seizing this rare opportunity, kissing and touching wherever he pleased. Wonyoung moaned in pleasure as the two men grasped at her body. But she couldn't help but feel bad for Junho.

"Join us sweetie…" She called out to him. "... You can record this too if you like, just make sure you keep it to yourself…" flashing a sly smile.

That was all it took. Junho set up his camera, then joined in on the fun. He knew he would never get a chance like this again, and wasn't going to miss out.

Without another word, the three men moved in unison, Minsoo between her legs, Donghyun and Junho each taking one of her breasts in their hands and began to fondle them gently. Their thumbs brushed over her already sensitive nipples, sending shivers down her spine.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her head falling back as she felt a sudden rush of pleasure wash over her.

"Is that good, baby?" Junho asked, his voice filled with concern and desire.

She nodded, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps. "Yes, it's so good."

As the men continued to pleasure her breasts, their hands moved in a rhythmic pattern that had her on the edge of ecstasy. Minsoo was gifted at his craft, his tongue danced against her wet folds.

"Oh, God," she cried out, her body trembling with pleasure.

His tongue moved in slow, deliberate circles, the pressure building with each pass. Wonyoung's breath caught in her throat as she felt the pleasure growing, spreading throughout her body until she was sure she couldn't take any more.

And then, suddenly, the pressure was gone, and she was left feeling empty and wanting.

"Please," she begged, her voice pleading. "I need more."

Minsoo smirked, knowing he had Wonyoung right where he wanted. He spread her legs wider, revealing her sensitive, throbbing clit to his waiting mouth.

"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her hands clawed at the sheets as pleasure washed over her once more.

Minsoo began to suck on her clit, his tongue moving in rhythmic, deliberate motions that had her body convulsing in pleasure. Then the final nail in the coffin, his middle and ring fingers dug into her wet quivering pussy. Squelching sounds echoed out with his fingertips constantly brushing her g-spot.

"You're gonna make me cum!" she screamed out, her voice strained and desperate.

Her body tensed; involuntarily trying to fight off the pressure that was overwhelming her system. But the other two held her down as they continued to explore her body. The pressure built in her stomach had nowhere else to go, a stream of sticky clear fluid shot out of her, her strongest orgasm in months taking over.

"Oh, god," she gasped, her voice barely audible over the sound of her own pleasure. "It feels so good."

An orgasm that intense should've left her helpless, but this was her only night of escape. Her animalistic desires insatiable, she rose from the sheets, her thin body covered in sweat.

"I'm gonna ride your fucking cock."

Wonyoung demanded as she pushed Junho on his back. He watched as the idol he's fantasized about so many times slowly lowered her mess of pussy onto his cock. It was better than he could ever dream, so tight and so warm, he never could have imagined how good she felt.

"You're so tight." Junho cried out.

He had to pinch himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. But it got even better, she planted her feet and started bouncing up and down. Her sopping wet pussy glided easily-massaging his shaft with her moist caverns. She screamed in ecstasy, the first real cock inside of her in months felt better than any toy–it was a living thing, with its heat radiating inside of her.

It was hard to know who was having a better time - Wonyoung finally letting loose or Junho feeling the tight walls of his dream girl squeezing his cock. She was lost in ecstasy, the feelings of hands on her body almost forgettable.

Minsoo was there to give her a stark reminder. Wonyoung gasped when a strong force pushed her forward, making her turn around in surprise. Then she felt something hard pressed against her asshole, the tight ring on her virgin hole clenched in resistance.

"What are you – AH!" Wonyoung cried out before she could finish her question. A predictable result. There were three men and she had an accompanying hole for each. But what she didn't expect was for it to happen right off the bat. No preparation; no fingers or toys - just Minsoo's hard, massive cock breaking past her defenses in one fell swoop. Drool started leaking from her mouth, the intense feeling of getting fucked from both ends beyond her wildest dreams. Cries of pain filled the room, Wonyoung stretched out further than she ever thought possible. You would think she begged for them to stop, that the pain was too much to bear...

"Fuck me harder!" She screamed out, the pain of being fully engulfed by cock reminding her that she was alive–washing away months of the stressful idol life.

It was a sight to behold, Minsoo aggressively fucked the blabbering idol. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he drove into her with relentless force. It was a stark contrast to Junho, feebly thrusting upwards trying to keep pace. Wonyoung moaned, her head flailing as she felt her insides being stretched and filled. But soon they got in sync, fucking and stretching out Wonyoung's body at perfect intervals.

"Is this what you want, you filthy whore?" Minsoo growled in her ear, his hot breath sending shivers down her spine.

"Yes," she gasped, "Fuck me."

"Hey Donghyun, why don't you keep her quiet before the neighbors complain."

Donghyun was like a perfect little pet, listening to everything anyone told him. As he stood up and pressed his cock against her lips there was no hesitation. Wonyoung opened up her lips and sucked like it was a popsicle. Now she was truly filled, a cock in each orifice, her body being used for greedy desires. It was only right, she worked so hard to stay fit, it would be a shame to keep it hidden away and locked up.

Donghyun was perfectly content standing there while she sucked and licked. Wonyoung however was not, grabbing the back of his thighs and taking him deep in her throat–a jolt of pleasure blasting through him every time she let a muffled moan vibrate against his cock. Actions spoke louder than words, her desires clearly obvious. His hands tangled in her long hair, thrusting his hips, fucking her face with the intensity she craved.

As the men continued their relentless onslaught, Wonyoung felt her body being torn apart, her mind filled with pleasure and pain. She could feel the cocks pounding into her, stretching her, filling her completely. Her moans and cries filled the room, echoing off the walls as the men continued to use her.

"Fuck I'm gonna cum!"

Wonyoung was in no place to protest, a cock in her throat keeping her from replying. Nor did she want to, wanting nothing more than the feeling of hot cum filling her up.

"That's it," Minsoo grunted, "Take it all."

Minsoo was the first to concede–a thick stream of hot cum painting her insides. He slid out from behind her, her gaping ass leaking down to the sheets. He grabbed Donghyun, pulling him away. Wounyoung heaved in relief, finally able to breathe without a cock pounding her throat.

"Clean up my mess." Minsoo demanded. Wounyoung's relief was short-lived–opening up her mouth, happily sucking the cock that just took her anal virginity. Donghyun stared at her asshole with intrigue, kneeling down behind her. She smiled in response, feeling him pressed against her puckered hole. While her mouth was amazing, Donghyun longed to fuck something much tighter, and there was nothing tighter than Wounyoung's ass.

Junho had surprising stamina, his fingers biting into her sensitive flesh as he pinched and twisted her nipples. Wonyoung writhed above him, her body on fire with pain and pleasure. She could feel her own orgasm building, the pressure in her pussy and ass growing unbearable.

"I'm going to cum," she gasped, "Oh, God, I'm going to...ahhh!"

Her body trembled as the orgasm ripped through her, her muscles contracting as she was filled to the brim. That set off a chain sequence–her contracting body milking every shaft inside of her. Luckily for her, all the fans were just as insatiable as she was–knowing this was a once in a lifetime opportunity.

She was tossed around like a ragdoll, her tiny body fucked in every position possible, her tight holes nothing but a dumping ground for cum. They were like a well oiled machine, switching positions and holes, making sure that she always experienced something new. The only time one of her holes wasn't being fucked was when they needed to recover. Donghyun and Junho grew bolder as the night went on, fucking her with a ferocity that almost matched Minsoo.

The men continued their assault, their grunts and groans filling the air as they emptied themselves into her. Wonyoung's cries echoed in the room, a plethora of hands and tongues covering every inch of skin–three cocks stuffed in her holes, giving her everything she could ever ask for. She was reduced to nothing more than a living, breathing, screaming orgasm.

The sun was starting to rise, and the men pulled out, their spent cocks dripping with cum. They stepped back, leaving Wonyoung sprawled on the bed, her body covered in sweat, her mouth, pussy, and asshole leaking with cum.

Donghyun was the first to leave, he had to return to work within the hour. Junho turned sheepishly shy, embarrassed at how he lost control fucking his bias, collecting his camera. She smiled at him knowing he would forever cherish that footage. Donghyun and Junho bowed when they left. Forever grateful for this experience their faces flushed with pleasure, their hearts filled with gratitude. They had experienced something that most could only dream of.

Minsoo stuck behind, his fingers buried inside Wonyoung until she forced him to leave. She thanked him for starting things right, pulling him in for one final kiss before he left.

Wonyoung laid there, panting and trembling, her body sore and aching. Forget dance practice, she would be lucky if she was even able to walk. But as she stared up at the ceiling, she couldn't help but smile - she had found a release she had been longing for, a release that would fuel her performances, her passion, and her life. She couldn't wait for her next day off.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

The Quiet Ones 9

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Warnings: this fic will include dark content such as dubcon/noncon, and other possible triggers. My warnings are not exhaustive, enter at your own risk.

This is a dark!fic and explicit. 18+ only. Your media consumption is your own responsibility. Warnings have been given. DO NOT PROCEED if these matters upset you.

Summary: You live a quiet life, but your peace is fractured by a chaotic man.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen, short!shy!reader

Note: in the land of delulu.

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Steam rises around you as you lower yourself into the water. It might be relaxing but your flesh doesn’t meet porcelain. Instead, you lay across the man who sighs beneath your weight. Just as soon as you recline, Lloyd’s arms are around you. 

You flinch as he grabs his other arm and squeezes you close. You tense as he remains completely lax between you. He’s relaxed and confident. He knows he has control. 

“Ah, jellybean, isn’t this nice?” He rocks you with him. “You have no idea how long I’ve been dreaming of this.” He’s right, you don’t. The more he talks, the more you suspect he’s been watching you for longer than you realise. And he talks a lot. “You and I. Happy. Together.” 

He unclutches his hand and it wanders up your naked chest. Goosebumps rise at the reminder of your nudity. He’s the only person who’s seen you like this. He’s the last person you would want to. You squirm as you feel him harden beneath you.  

His other hand walks to your thigh. He tickles your skin and pushes his fingertips firmly into your soft flesh. You shudder as his touch sends a tingle through you. 

“So, since we’re doing this the not-so-fun way, how about a trip to Las Vegas? We can hit a drive-thru chapel then stop at the casino. Gamble a little, fuck a lot--” 

“Vegas?” You echo. “I...” 

“Oh, yeah, you’re classy, aren’t you, bean? Yeah, that’s not right. Vegas. For my wife. Did you know you can get married pretty easily in Hawaii. And it’s gorgeous,” he purrs. “You’ve never been to Hawaii.” 

You wince. Each time he tells you how much he knows about you, you remember how little you know of him. Where did he come from? How did he find you? And what kind of man nonchalantly gasses someone one out after a whole stalking campaign? This is absurd. You just can’t believe it’s real. 

As he fondles your chest, you’re assured that it is very real. 

“Your heart’s racing,” he shifts his hand to spread flat above your tits. “You’re excited. Me too, bean. Me too. I promise, this ain’t just about the sex. Which I am very much rock hard about. No, jellybean, this is about us. About us expressing our love for each other. Sealing it. A pact to be together. Forever.” 

He laughs. You might even call it a giggle. He nuzzles your hair and hums. 

“Look what you’ve done to me. I feel like a teenager. I’m... I’m just... happy. I’ve never been more certain of anything, bean,” he purrs as he flutters his fingers down your stomach. “You know, I always thought marriage was stupid. Women, they were fun. Something to play with.” He pets your pelvis as he speaks. “I know, I know, I won’t mention the past. You don’t need to know about my mistakes. I was lost without you, jellybean. Stupid. Those women. Sluts. They mean nothing.” 

You stiffen and catch his wrist. His splays his fingers, then curls them. 

“I know, I’m getting impatient. Promise, I’ll be your good boy. I can wait.” He hooks his other arm around you. “Tell ya what. We’ll relax, get freshened up, then we can go book our flights, and look for a pretty dress.” He rambles on as you stare at the ceiling in horror. Everything you say is just a hurdle he easily jumps overs, “and some sexy lingerie. Only the best for my, bean, right?” 

It’s a good thing he can’t see your face. As clueless as he is, you think your disgust would be all too obvious.  

🩷

Lloyd has everything ready to go. Tickets, luggage you’ve never seen before, and even a passport. You never had a passport. You never travelled and you could never spare the money for the expense of it. That eerie suspicion rises again. How long has he been plotting to dismantle your entire life? 

The question hardly matters. You can’t go back. He’ll make sure of that. He already has. What is there to go back to? An empty apartment and no job. You doubt the company will buy the ‘oh sorry, I was kidnapped’ excuse. 

As unprepared you are for any of this, the airport is well beyond anything you can bare. As you enter, you’re struck by the sheer number of people and the noise alone is enough to make your ears itch. You stand in line with Lloyd, searching around for any sliver of hope. This is it. You get on that plane, and that’s the end. 

You cover your ears as your head begins to pulse. Lloyd nudges you as the queue moves ahead of him and you pull your luggage along. He hands over the boarding passes and your IDs, then helps get the bigger bags onto a cart. He retrieves his phone and the passports and leads you off towards security with only your carry-on. 

You shrink down as you’re crowded on both sides. Lloyd startles you as he rubs your back. You glance over at him with wide eyes. 

“Once we get through security, we can head over to the diamond long, jellybean. Less crowded there,” he keeps his arm around you, “only the best for wifey.” 

You turn your head straight and stare at the back of the stranger in front of you. You hate this. You never enjoy being among the general public but this is all too much. There’s so much sound and people and moving. It’s chaos. 

You hold your breath until your eyes threaten to bulge. You slowly let air through your nose as your eyes flick back and forth. You want to run but there’s nowhere to go. 

Lloyd ushers you forward and your feet drag. When it’s your turn, you walk through the scanner then stop for them to wave a wand around you. You wait as Lloyd collects his watch, phone, and wallet from the tray. 

He comes to you and takes your carry-on from you. He directs you around as you look around at the people rushing by. Faces blur and voices blare. You only move in hopes of being free of this. 

He leads you through a tunnel and the wall of noise fades behind you. You come into a lobby with a desk labeled Diamond Lounge. A woman greets you with a chirp but it’s much preferable to the chattering and yelling of before. 

Lloyd shows your boarding passes again. The woman says something but you can’t discern her words clearly. You're tugged by your hand into another room. 

The lighting is softer and the space is sectioned by leather seating and mounted televisions, and low tables. There are artificial fires set into the walls and pillows waiting on the cushions. You follow Lloyd to a couch and he sits you down beside him. 

“Hey,” he puts his hand on your shoulder, running his thumb up and down, “jellybean, you okay? You look foggy.” 

You look at him and cough. Your chest aches from holding your breath. You nod and sit back. His hand slips away from you. 

“Bean?” He murmurs. 

You press your tongue to the roof of your mouth. Another woman in a white blazer similar to the one behind the desk appears. She pours two glasses of bubbly wine. You watch her and say nothing. 

She leaves and Lloyd caresses your knee. You stare at his hand. The dress he put on you chafes. You want jeans and a tee shirt. 

“I...” you begin hoarsely, “hate people.” 

He stills his hand and covers your knee, “I know, baby. Me too. We’ll be okay. It won’t be so bad from here.” He drags his hand away and takes the stemmed glasses, “here,” he offers you one. “Cheers.” 

You take it and hold it up. He clinks his against it but you do not drink. He sips but stops himself. 

“This will be good for us, jellybean. Just think, a proper wedding would be overcrowded, overpriced, and overdone. You know,” he leans towards you and grins, “what I love about you, besides the fact that you’re gorgeous from head to tits to ass to toe, is that you like simple things.” 

You blink at him and take a gulp. This isn’t just a flight or a shotgun wedding, this is your whole life. This man, this maniac, is never going to let you go. 

“You need anything? You hungry? You want a blanket? You can relax, baby--” 

You think about that more. He’s as good as giving you a life sentence. With him. It’s not just terrifying, it’s enraging. He’s enraging. He never stops. 

“I need you to shut up,” you snap without thinking. 

He recoils and his brows arch, “jellybean?” 

Your mouth opens and you stare at him. You wait for him to explode. To say something. He just looks at you, stunned. 

“I said shut up,” you repeat shakily. 

“Oh? I’m sorry, bean. I know you get a bit stressed from everything going on--” 

“Shut.” You trace a finger through the air, “up.” 

He takes a breath then shuts his mouth. He nods and pouts. He bats his eyes at you and sits back. You watch him uncertainly. He just looks back at you. You turn your attention to the glass of wine and drain it. 

Finally, some peace and quiet. 

🩷

Every little girl, every woman dreams of their wedding. Don’t they? 

No. Not you. Not ever. Never. Not in a million years. And to that man? 

To your surprise, the plane ride is quiet. You have your first-class seat and a pair of earbuds and an almost worryingly quiet neighbour. Since you barked at him to stop talking, Lloyd has obeyed. The longer he stays silent, the more you worry.  

Is he angry? You don’t want to care if he is but this man is dangerous even if he is ridiculous. He did gas you out of your former life. 

You disembark and he gets the bags. All of them. He’s suffocatingly servile. He loads the rental car and opens the passenger door for you. The only words he utters are ‘jellybean’ or some other redundant pet name. 

You chew your lip as you stare out the window. It’s gorgeous. It takes until that moment for reality to hit. You’re in Hawaii. You’re far away from home. Further than you’ve ever been. The beauty of the island battles with your displacement. 

The hotel is just as immaculate as the rest of the scenery. Lloyd checks you in and sends for the bags. You go to the balcony and stare off at the ocean as he fumbles around the suite. 

“On its way?” He says into the phone. “Yeah, that’s great. And the minister? Mmhm, yes, right on the beach.” 

You slump and cross your arms. You want to just fold into yourself. Maybe if you bash your head against the window... 

“Jellybean,” Lloyd calls to you. You cringe at the glass doors and turn your head slightly. He approaches, almost demure in his posture. “I don’t want to ruin our special day but there are a few things we still need to get ready for tomorrow.” 

You face him fully and stare. Now he wants your input? 

“You know I love you, right, bean?” He says, his lips twitching. He smooths his mustache with his fingers then shakes his hand out. You don’t have an answer, just an endless stare. “I’d do anything for you.” 

Love? Really? Right. He knows you as much as you know him. Not much. He might know about you, but he doesn’t really know you. And do anything for you or to you? Or to keep you? Because none of this is what you want. 

“Your dress will be your something new, and something old is your ring. Did I mention it belong to Elizabeth Taylor?” He smiles sheepishly, “so you just need something blue... I was thinking a garter? And something borrowed...” He puts his hands together and wiggles free his pinky ring, “you can try it on? Or just put it on a chain.” 

You squint at him. He’s crazy. That’s obvious but he really is. He thinks this is a dream come true. Not just his, but yours. This is an actual nightmare. 

“Well...” he takes your hand and presses the ring into your palm. “I know you need to rest before the big day so there’s some wine and whatever in the mini fridge. I can get you some champagne? Or something else? Are you hungry?” 

You shake your head and pull your hand from his. You turn away and look back through the window. You watch the coast and the peaceful lapping of water. You can’t be there right now, not mentally. So in your head, you’ll run out into the waves until they swallow you up. That’s much preferable. 

“Jellybean,” he says, “I’ll shut up now.” 

[anisespice]

12:34am — manjiro sano

Honestly, he should’ve seen it coming.

As soon as they were situated in a secluded area of the quaint, little ramen bar they occasionally visited, there was a nagging feeling in the back of his mind that wouldn’t relent until it revealed itself. The next thing MIKEY knew, right after the server placed steaming food on the table and left the room, a gaggle of low-rate thugs came barreling in, guns drawn and aimed practically in his face with misplaced confidence. He didn’t even flinch, just set his chopsticks back down with a slow exhale through his nose.

“Can I at least eat a little before you try to kill me?” Mikey muttered, disinterested gaze briefly scanning over the opposition, sizing them up. Wack.

“Your last meal’s finna be this bullet, asshole. This what happens when you fuck with the Tokyo Vipers. We don’t care how tough you are, you’re gonna pay for what you did to Boss Nakashima!”

“Who?” Clearly, not the response they were looking for.

A stand-off commenced, his executives quick to pull out their own weapons, choosing a target with full intent to kill. The one guy focused on Mikey remained adamant to land one right between his eyes, resolve unshakable even with two or three guns aimed back at him. He’d give the idiots credit for boldness. Not everyday does the common thug grow the balls to try something with Bonten.

Unfortunately, they chose the wrong night to chase retribution.

“M-Manjiro…what’s happening?”

At the meek sound of your voice, he subtly reached for you under the table. You practically shook like a leaf, doe-eyes wide at the sight of a gun aimed at your lover with hands raised high as if you were also to blame—Definitely not the ‘simple night out’ you anticipated when he invited you to tag along. It was his own fault really, thinking simple was ever an option when it came to his reputation, not even for a night.

“A-Are they gonna kill us?” You cried, scooting closer to lean against his frame for more comfort. It made him relax a smidge, taking it as a good sign. “Please, j-just name your price, whatever the number, and it’s yours! You don’t have to do this-”

“Unless your money can bring back the dead, sweetheart, you can shove it up your ass!”

Mikey felt you jolt. Sparing you a side glance, his thumb caressed your thigh in small, reassuring circles. His poor baby, must be scared out of your mind. The blonde wanted nothing more than to shatter every bone in the bastards who put such an expression on your face.

“Let my girl step out. This doesn’t involve her.”

“The bitch stays. Want ‘er to watch you die.” The assailant hissed, thrusting the gun forward to bump against Mikey’s forehead.

His brow twitched in annoyance, grip around your thigh tightening ever so slightly as his mind filled with various ways to snap the guy’s arm without you bearing witness. The last thing Mikey wanted was you being afraid of him. You were a slice of normalcy in his chaotic life. Call him selfish, but he wanted you to stick around despite the ugly parts of it, hoping to hide it for as long as he could. Evidently, it was short-lived.

He knew he didn’t deserve it. You were too pure for a tainted soul like his, too soft for someone who’d been hardened by life, too—

“Bitch? ”

The whole room came to a halt.

All eyes had flicked over to you, uncertain if that bone-chilling tone came out of such a meek little thing, who not even seconds ago was visibly trembling. Now you were still as stone, delicate features no longer consumed by fear but contempt as you stared down the man with a slight tilt in your head. Even with tears clinging to your lashes, it was very unsettling.

You gave a hollowed chuckle. “Oh, you got me fucked up.”

The assailant blinked. “Wha-?”

“Shut up, let me tell you something,” you abruptly stood, nearly giving the Bonten men heart palpitations, fearing your next sudden move might be your last. Mikey, however, merely watched in stunned silence, hand that comforted you now hovering awkwardly as he blinked up at you. Jabbing a finger into the man’s chest, you hissed, “You can come up in here waving guns all you want, but I’ll be damned if some limped-dick, broke motherfucker calls me out my name.”

He gaped, then fixed his mouth to threaten you. “Sit your ass down before I make you regret ever meeting this scumbag, you little—”

With a quickness, you swing with a crisp thwack! to the side of his head. The room clamored about, even Mikey found himself blinking rapidly at not only your swiftness, but your audacity. With the opposition aiming their guns on you immediately, the executives instantly jetted their attention over to Mikey to gauge his reaction. He remained visual unnerved, save for the slight drop in his jaw.

“SHIT—FUCK,” the man yowled, stumbling back. With his ear ringing, vision blurring with tears, it was a wonder where you kept all that unbridled strength. Was this the same person who feared for their life not even moments ago? When he clumsily regained composure, he looked at you utterly stunned. “D—���Did you just fucking slap me? Have you lost your mind, you crazy—?!”

You raised your hand, making him flinch. “Say it again. I dare you.”

Flabbergasted. Shockandawe. Slightly aroused?

That was the consensus of every gun-wielder in the room, some more than others unable to mask the evident thrill from hearing such vulgar and venomous words drip from such a pretty mouth…Mikey being the first in line. Man’s still gawked with a glint in his eye that could only be described as carnal; since when had his kitten grown claws?

“GYAT.” Ran winced, then gave a snicker. That smack alone bounced off the walls, he just knew that had to smart. “Shake it off, buddy, shake it off.”

Sanzu, with a cackle, exclaimed, “Hit ‘em again!” earning a glare from the aggravated assailant, his gun now pointed at you and no longer on Mikey.

Kakucho grew anxious, the others just as on edge. If they didn’t take action soon, someone was bound to get trigger-happy. The situation was already unpredictable as is, but with your newfound attitude, things were sure to escalate fast. He gruffly voiced, “Boss, what’s our move?…Boss?”

Said blonde paid no kinds of attention.

Head void of any thought aside from your angelic form beneath the soft lighting standing your ground without an ounce of fear, one would think Mikey was in a trance. His bleak stare practically singed right through you, calculative as he watched your pristine facade unravel bit by bit—Such vicious words filled with vinegar and oil, a contrast to your usual peaches and cream, such discourtesy when you’re normally so well-mannered.

How long had you been hiding this side from him?

Mikey thought he had you figured out, from the moment you crossed paths he was certain he’d taint you, the walking cliche of a spoon-fed daddy’s girl who wouldn’t harm a fly, who dated bad boys just to feel something. But now? He wanted nothing more than to unravel you further, leaving you raw and exposed to reveal the devil horns you’d kept hidden behind a false halo.

And frankly, he wouldn’t mind an audience.

“Mikey.” Kakucho urged.

Said blonde hummed in acknowledgment, eyes lazily trailing off you and back at his number three, seemingly distracted. With a wordless exchange, he sighed. Just as things were getting interesting… Mikey reached up and gave the back of your thigh a tender squeeze. You turned to look at him, seething as you rebelled against his silent command. Oh, he’ll enjoy fucking that attitude out of you later.

“Sit down, [_____]. Think you’ve made your point.”

You sneered. “Like hell! My point’s been made when I have this dickhead crawling on his knees, begging for mercy—!”

Before you knew it, you’re grabbed by your thigh and pulled down into his lap. You yelped, arms instinctively shooting out to grab onto something until you landed with a small oof!

As you opened your mouth to protest, your breath hitched and the words catch in your throat at the cool feeling of Mikey’s gun now nudging against your clit through the lace of your underwear. A shutter ran through your body. Thankfully, your little display was enough cover for him to swiftly grab it from his side, playing it off as if he were restraining you.

He leaned in to speak low in your ear. “Cover your ears, baby.”

Goosebumps spread like wildfire across your skin, warmth simmering in the pit of your stomach from both frustration and excitement. Doing as you’re told, you pressed hands into your ears but kept your gaze on the offender in front of you. He was yelling about something, booming voice muffled but no doubt throwing out more threats. His group began to shrink within themselves once the severity of the situation caught up with them, and the odds no longer looked to be in their favor. You almost felt sorry for them; almost.

Before the poor bastard even knew what hit him, the smoking barrel of Mikey’s .45 was the last thing he saw before he hit the cold, hard floor with a hole in the center of his forehead. And just like that, bullets rained from every angle on your side of the room, bodies piling up one after the other until none were left standing. As quick as they came, there they went—Nothing more than stains on what was an originally calm evening.

Your heart pounded in your chest. Mikey could feel it elsewhere.

With his free hand having rested on your inner thigh, thumb dangerously close to where his pistol once was, he could feel a subtle pulse in your clit from the thrilling experience. While his men busied themselves cleaning up the scene, gathering corpses and making disposal arrangements, there was nothing left to distract him from prodding.

“It appears I’ve underestimated you. What other sides have you kept hidden from me, I wonder.” He said, tilting his head.

You whimpered as his thumb pressed against your throbbing little button, biting your lip before replying, “I-I just don’t like.. being talked to that way…”

Mikey hummed, nosing at your jaw. “My sweet girl. She got her feelings hurt, hm?”

It was hard to concentrate with him playing with you beneath the table in front of his subordinates, spreaking low and softly as he littered your sensitive spots with nips and warm kisses. With the little sanity you had left, you nodded. To your horror, you moaned quite loudly when he breached past your underwear to slip two fingers inside of you with ease thanks to your flooding arousal. But, you got over it the second he immediately curled them to hit that spongey area of your walls with a precision that nearly made you see stars.

“Your words, [_____]. You had a lot to say earlier, what happened?”

You gripped his forearm for dear life, jaw dropping as your legs subconsciously spread to give him better access. “Y-Yes!”

He cooed, arm flexing as he pushed his fingers deeper while his thumb stimulated your clit. Your back arched off his front, other hand reaching out to grip the table as you whined shamelessly at the ceiling. Neither of you paid any mind to where you were, or whomever watched, too caught up in the moment. Food had long gone cold and forgotten, bullet fragments scattered at your feet and blood splattered all on the walls. Even with his stomach growling angrily, all he could focus on was devouring you. “‘m sorry, baby. Let me make it all better.”

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[bonny-kookoo]

Heyyyy, listen I'm obsessed with someone older...OBSESSED!!?! I'm not very creative with drabble ideas but I'm a hørny whøre and I wanna ask for more intimate scenes cus the last one left me high n dry heheh 😅 so like can we get maybe a drabble after the sofa scene in her apartement, when they went to his apartement 👉👈

Your wish is my command 👉👈

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You were supposed to put up the tree. Hang up the Christmas stuff that's stuffed into two bags left at the door- one of them tipped over in a hurry, left aside for now just like your shoes and coats, carelessly on the floor, creating a trail of clothes.

It leads into his bedroom, where he's already eagerly kissing you, still high on your confession, and the fact that everything clicked into place for you both. How his home feels warmer already, how his life feels lighter, less about work and the force of having to stay alive, and more about finding appreciation for being alive to experience this with you.

Jungkook isn't innocent. He's had sexual encounters before- has fucked in some rather risqué ways and has surely accumulated quite the experience. And sure, he's also had some mind blowing moments he'll always remember- but this?

This is different.

Because as cliche as it sounds, he's drunk off of love, the realization of it, the fact that he knows right now with your body beneath his that you're it for him. You're his final destination, a young woman he believes might just be exactly what he'd dreamed of when he pictured out his life in the future back when he was younger.

Breaths speed up, this time there's no holding back as he already has the condom wrapped around his aching length, pulling you closer by your thighs. You're beautiful like this, in between his sheets and pillows, a lot more of them here after you'd mentioned how little he has- and how many you possess. A small detail, a tiny hint that you would appreciate a more filled bed- and he happily provides just that for you, if the reward for it is such a beautiful sight beneath him.

You're reaching out for him, helping him find his way, but he teases just a little, runs the head of his cock through your arousal slicked lips, before he pushes himself in, claims you once more. But this time, it's not so unsure. This time, he's not hesitant.

This time, he's sure. He wants to mark you up, leave remnants of his affection with you to look at tomorrow and the days after. Jungkook isn't usually this hasty with things, but right now, his head is empty, not even lust fueling his actions, but the need to have you as close as he possibly can manage.

He wants your head to be filled with him, just like you fill his own every minute he isn't occupied with something else.

So when he thrusts into you, it's a lot more forceful. Never agressive, never uncontrolled- simply more confident, sure of himself. And you clearly thrive under his care, eyes closed and lips parted as his name leaves your lips in every second breath you exhale. You're free right now, no sign or trace of insecurity or fear on you, and he prides himself in being the person to gift you such a moment of bliss.

You deserve it. And one day, you'll always feel like this around him. He'll get you there.

Your legs wrap around his waist as he leans over you, kisses you with hunger, open mouthed and a lot less careful as he did before. He's taking control of the situation, and you gladly let yourself fall into his hands.

He can do as he pleases- you trust him to handle you with care.

His lips wander, from the edge of your jaw to the side of your neck, hands on your breasts as he grabs and touches, thumbs occasionally playing with your hardened buds. You've never had someone pay so much attention to your body, and you can't help but simply arch your back to aid his hips in their angle- rolling up into him, causing him to breathe out deeply, a sign of his own growing pleasure.

"I love you." You breathe out and he can't help but grin, chuckle as he picks up his pace, growing sloppy as he finds his end sooner than you- but he's not one to leave you hanging, instead pushing himself in deep as he cums, hand between your body traveling down to your core, using your slick that's coating the inside of his thighs to flick your pearl, making you whine beneath him.

"I love you." He responds, hiding his face in the crook of your neck, kissing your skin while he still can't wipe the smile off of his face as you clench around him.

You're spent, surely a bit too exhausted to really do much more than clean up and take a nap- but he doesn't mind staying up late with you afterwards. He's taken time off after all, to spend it with you-

And he plans on making the most out of it, making every second count.

[antidesire]

2:32 antidesire

bodyguard!leon x afab socialite!reader

disclaimer.. 18+ only. knifeplay, blood, licking.. blood mentions/paranoia of drugging but i promise no drugging happens. brat reader, p in v, creampie, dirty talk, fucking against a wall? in an alley? don’t pay too close attention to the lore i try and establish please hhh it’s so jumbled + i wrote this when it was super late and i haven’t double checked everything.. heh. cr to original owners of the pictures. reblogging, interacting and sending feedback is always much appreciated !! ♡

you had been to hell and back, seen the strongest of men turn into frail cowering children, knees buckled by utter fear as the flesh was torn from their bones by the rotting dead that kept walking.

raccoon city should've been your end of the line, dying alongside your prestigious family. onlookers of the media at the time treated it as a miracle but you saw it as it was, cruel, how do they expect one person to keep up appearances and high morals being the last standing of your perished family line? it was so tiring..

one man you had met those faithful 6 years ago had saved your life, leon s kennedy, just a rookie cop at the time- not only once had he saved your life but then a further time, putting his own life on the line with an agreement to become an agent and vouch that you and himself would stay silent about raccoon city upon taking this deal and if all else fails, he would be executed with you.

things had gone well for a good chunk of time, give or take about 4 years but word had gotten back to some more important people that you were quite the partygoer and quite the gossip when intoxicated, not a swell combination for your dangerous predicament and prying ears.

thus much to your surprise you had been assigned a bodyguard, one to help keep your mouth shut for the sake of the government and for the sake of your own safety, unbeknownst of the length powerful people would go to for even a slither of knowledge on what you saw that hellish night.

to leon kennedy, this was one of his easier jobs, babysitting some rich bigwig? pft, he'd take that any day over undead corpses or diseased cultists.

when he was informed it was you he felt all the waves of emotions hit him in the face, that night whirling through his head like a fresh wound, seeping behind his eyes to remind him of the horrors he'd seen.

suddenly it was all the more serious now, this was your life and his own on the line.

at first, you had been ecstatic to reunite with leon once again, barely recognizing him when you first opened the door, what was once his youthful puppy-dog-like features had become much less soft, his brows had furrowed, jaw much sharper and his eyes looked much more sunken, what you remembered him as, a once fresh-faced young man, cute and hopeful as ever he had become much more hardened, though he had seemed to lose that glow, it was unmistakenly leon, long eyelashes, plump lips and that faint dimple indented into his chin. leon now exuded confidence to the point of cockiness. he was handsome, oh so very handsome and his physique was so firm, you had to many a time drag your attention away from his arms, you never knew you had such a thing for bulky arms until leon was around.

with leon around you weren't afraid to admit you were having the time of your life pushing the limits.

life for you had been a whirlwind, to the public (though things had much cooled off) that knew of your family business and prestige, they had been told lies, that you weren't even in the city with your family that disastrous night which is how you survived.

your days were the same, with countless 0's in your bank account and fake friends to encourage you, you spent most of your nights under those same electronic lights, the bass of the music booming in your chest and burning alcohol slipping down your throat.

maybe you had been a little oversharing with some locals, you didn't recall, far too heavy on the bottle of champagne some man would attempt to win you over with.

tonight was no different, other than the bar you were visiting- leon had convinced you that if you wanted to be drinking it could not be so locally anymore- and this time leon kennedy was in tow, your handsome chaperon, or more accurately, your muzzle from here on out.

“shall we make this fun?” you proposed to the man, “make up a story, maybe you’re my long lost lover? my secret affair? or do you want me to pretend i hate your guts, are you into that?” you giggled, amused at your own antics, seemingly only making leon chuff out a chuckle, arms folded over his chest with a solemn expression.

“mmh, what sucked the fun out of little leon, huh?” you jabbed your finger against his chest.

leon’s head titled at that, eyebrow raised and an expression that insinuated you knew exactly what happened after that night and why he consequently carried himself as such, so professional, or dull, that's what you'd call it.

with the sickly sweet aroma of your perfume in the air and the glistening twinkles of your outfit invading every ounce of his senses, the two of you walked one by one into the bar, quite the opulent one, hefty diamanté chandeliers alongside mirrors upon mirrors framed with the most delicate gold casings.

"y'know you're getting paid to live lavish right now, leon?" you cooed out, heels of your shoes tapping against the marble flooring, hearing his boots following behind.

"it's an easier job as an agent but i'm not being paid to indulge like you do." he corrected you, voice hushed with the assumption and guard that prying ears could never be far.

"am i boring you already, handsome?" you twirled around, the agent halting in his tracks, craning his head down to meet your gaze, eyes as big as cherry pies, tempting and permissive.

"i was hoping we could celebrate this reunion, despite circumstances." your hands reached up, flattening down the collars of his crisp grey dress shirt, the black blazer on top fit so snug on him, arms as though they were bulging or maybe your brain was just getting ahead of itself.

"with your mouth we're dead men walking, what's there to celebrate?" he referenced why he was called out here for you, breath hot, fresh from that pack of gum he stuffed in the back of his pocket.

"then even more so, that's what i say." you patted your palms to his shoulders, feeling the plush material of the suit jacket, turning on your heel, and pushing past the lush double door entrance past the hallway and into the bar.

the live music was in full swing and the tabletop of the bar was well occupied, having to push your way past, your hand coming up to gesture over the bartender, "give me your most expensive, delicious cocktail.." you whipped your head around, eyes clearly looking leon up and down, "you look like a whiskey guy," you thought aloud, turning back, "and a whiskey."

leon didn't even attempt to stop you, it was futile and he knew you were just doing it for the fun of it, "so ya gonna sit there and stare down at me all night like a creep?" you sat on one of the chairs at the bar, you leaned in to whisper- though ultimately just as loud, "you're not being very agent-like."

"c'mon, i told you, we need a cover story, who knows how long you'll be stuck with me till i'm in the all clear." you pulled his arm in an attempt to move him closer, luckily he obliged, taking up a seat next to you.

"being in the clear is not being stubborn and quitting visiting these bars, drinking every night, and running your mouth." he mumbled, glancing around.

"nu-uh, you heard what they said, they've always been worried about certain people in the area being a threat to those with information on racco-" your words morphed into a yelp, a sharp sting arising in your leg, blinking at the two fingers pinching the flesh of your thigh.

"did you just-" your outrage was cut off once again by the bartender placing two drinks in front of the both of you, leon nodding towards the worker and wording out a thank you, his palm now engulfing your thigh and rubbing the irritated skin.

your lips parted to speak but no words came out, leon seemed to have noticed this, fingers clutching around your glass and gesturing for you to take a sip, and you did, sugary syrup mixed with a double shot of liquor sliding down your throat.

“i thought you were going to encourage me to not drink.” your eyes squinted slightly, tongue darting out to taste more of the cocktail staining your lips.

“one won’t hurt.” with that he tapped the glass of the whiskey on the table of the bar before swigging down the contents in one gulp.

you burst out into laughter, your hand encouragingly squeezing his own further up your thigh, amusement only cooling down so you could take another taste of your cocktail.

"you're funny." your voice was light and airy already, palm pushed against your cheek as you watched him, as though you had been drinking much more than the one, maybe it came off too strongly but you weren't embarrassed, nothing could embarrass you.

"lovers quarrel." he spoke aloud and your confusion was apparent, even more so as his fingers took a hold of your hand, switching a slim ring decorated with diamonds onto your ring finger, "we hate each other but can't quit it." he murmured and you caught on, a giggle hid behind your other hand.

"you bought me this nice expensive ring, you're handsome, so charming.. of course there's a catch, why couldn't i see it." you sighed dramatically earning a scoff from leon.

"and you're beautifully cruel, impulsive, and a relentless pleasure-seeker, i was dealt quite the deck of cards." he spoke as though it was matter of factly, quite the actor.

"mmh, why thank you." you fluttered your eyelashes, leaning in to squeeze the bulky muscle of his arm, nudging yourself against him.

leon was good, a natural at, well just that, being natural. he was on guard as he was with any assigned job, just less flashy than the others, no visible weapons and a demeanor that needed to be cool but nonetheless, he was alert.

alert but here he was, doing exactly as he said he wouldn’t, indulging, finding away around things to do so, so he could feel your fingertips press into his skin again, so he could smell your fragrance every time you leant in and so he could hear those giddy little laughs at something stupid he said in the name of a silly cover story for the both of you.

oh leon kennedy..

you felt tipsy already without even touching another cocktail, infatuated with the man beside you all too suddenly, your heart desiring for something much sweeter than anything that could be offered from the shelves behind the bar.

relentless pleasure-seeker, you’d sure live up to that.

but first, you had a whole night ahead of you. your feet were quick, feeling compelled towards the crowd of dancing bodies, joining them, amongst the couples and men with no personal space.

you were hypnotic, anyone could see that, your hips swayed, dipping just enough and hands roaming from your thighs upwards to your chest, drawing in attention everywhere you wanted it.

leon stayed where he first sat, leaning further into the bar so he could comfortably rest, watching you closely, as though you were a film, like he was there to capture you on video.

“isn’t that the raccoon city survivor?” leon heard hushed voices and he was smacked in the face with the reality of it all, a surge of genuine worry in his gut, “why is she on this side of town? you think that whole conspiracy is true?”

how had you been safe for this long? leon took a moment of his attention away from you and suddenly every other persons eyes that were on you felt threatening, call it what you will, paranoia, overdramatic- he was there for a reason, the raccoon city terrors were real, to you and him, the government wasn’t on either of your sides, he knew that for a fact, but the unknown was scarier, at least in this situation.

leon exhaled before standing up on his feet, hanging his head down and walking over to seemingly join you, “you come to dance?” your arms reached up and out but his hand grasped your arm tightly instead.

your eyes rolled, “you can skip to the part of the lovers quarrel where we have a little fun amidst the hatred and sexual tension.” you jested.

“we’re leaving.” his head nodded in a gesture towards the door, arm tugging you towards him but you weren’t having any of it.

“uhh, no, no we’re not?” you scoffed, digging your heels into the ground, scowling at the man, “i just got here and i’d like to remind you, i don’t have a curfew, you’re not actually babysitting!” you slapped his arm.

“shut your mouth!” he whispered out harshly, another tug of your arm and this one hurt.

“you fucking dick, let me go.” you punched at his arm with your other hand this time but no budge, “i swear to god, i will scream, kick, punch, i will cause the biggest scene to get you off of me then you can kiss your job goodbye- oh no, you can kiss your life goodbye, since this is currently your only purpose.” you spat out.

leon dropped your arm, his tongue poked against the inside of his cheek, clearly seething internally but the last thing he needed was to draw anymore attention to the both of you.

“outside. now.” his arms came up to cross folded against his chest.

you didn’t speak another word, pushing past the man, shoulders harshly bumping into his. reaching the bar, with a sulk in your demeanour getting the attention of the bartender once again and ordering another cocktail.

you tensed when leon’s arm wrapped snuggly around your waist, “i’m serious, this isn’t safe. i have other means of getting you out of here but i’d much rather keep things peaceful and conscious.” his arm squeezed your hip, threateningly.

you looked down at your drink and felt your stomach drop, pushing the glass away from your body, “oh, so you’re crazy, that’s the catch.” you referred to your earlier quip.

“how is it suddenly not safe? why did you even let me come.” you gritted through your teeth, glancing around the room.

“came to my senses. it’s that simple, i’m not trying to lose my life because of how reckless you are with yours, no thanks.” you laughed at that, nodding and he couldn’t tell whether it was out of agreement or something else.

“i think i’m worth it.” you turned to face him and the look on his face was of disbelief at your attitude, it only egged you on further to push his buttons.

“newsflash sweetheart, you aren’t going to be the death of me.” he muttered, and that same burning grip he had on you returned and you were being whisked from the bar, swiftly out of the doors and through the hallway, all too fast, feeling like you were lagging behind, as though your brain was still at the bar- shit, your throat was so dry, maybe he slipped something in the first drink.. but there was no way.

the cold air bit harshly at your bare skin, coming to your senses suddenly all too quickly, feet stomping on the floor in a tantrum, fists coming up to hit his chest, “what is wrong with you?!” you screeched and suddenly you were being dragged further into the street, harshly turning a corner into some backstreet alley.

“you’ll get over it, stop acting like a spoilt brat. i got tired of that as soon as i saw your face again.” leon pushed you back against the brick wall and you rubbed over your arm where he had been gripping.

“you’re so sad!” you spat out, pushing him further away from you, “sad and desperate, you think you’re such a big hero from that day don’t you? gonna ruin my life? make me miserable as some sick payback because you resent me?” you laughed, directly in his face, “you want me to repay you, that it?” you walk closer to him, in some way to gain leverage over him, but it was futile, pathetic honestly.

his push his hair back with his fingers, the normal lightness to it looked darker thanks to the shadows, expression unreadable as he let you go off on a tangent.

“back up.” he spoke out, almost inaudibly but he knew you heard him because you only inched closer, noticing your eyes dart down to his waist when you felt the prod of something against your skin.

before your arm could even reach out to grab the item under his clothing, he unsheathed it suddenly, brandishing a knife, black handle, indented with a line every inch or so, the blade was quite tall, sloped either side and an engraving stamped below the hilt.

you didn’t get to see much of it though, within a blink of an eye it was pressed to your throat along with the familiar feeling of the gritty bricks against your back.

“don’t do something stupid now..” he was calm, despite the manoeuvre he had you in.

your breathing hitched, hands clutching his grey coloured suit tie amidst the panic, he kept you there for what felt like minutes but was only a few seconds, relaxing only slightly but he never stuffed the knife back in its sheathe, it kept firmly gripped in his hand which was pressed in between your clavicle, as a warning.

in some sick and twisted way it was thrilling, you couldn’t shake that feeling and it felt disgustingly good.

you blinked a couple times, eyes darting out towards his arm, which somehow was on display, where he managed to find the time to roll up his sleeves was beyond you.

“eyes up here.” he tapped the blunt side of the knife to your chin, a all too cocky smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when you complied.

“see how easy it is to listen?” he sighed, dragging the cool metal across your jawline, tracing the outline of your ear and downwards to the top hem of your clothing.

you should’ve been terrified, but it felt different, unexplainable, you wanted him to keep going, you had never felt your head so empty and airy, it was euphoric.

maybe raccoon city screwed you up more than you thought..

you didn’t dwell much on it, attention undivided on the agent in front of you, his lips were moving but you couldn’t make out what he was saying, so dazed in the moment.

“should i keep going?” he repeated, tapping the tip of the knife to your chest and you nodded, squeezing the material of his tie, knocking his body closer towards you and you hissed out when the blade nipped your skin, a droplet of blood seeping into your clothes.

“shit-“ leon looked as though he panicked for a moment, but you weren’t about to let him, hands pushing up to cup his face and demand his full attention on what you wanted.

your lips meshed with his and for the first time of the night, leon kennedy was caught fully off guard. he relaxed after a few seconds, moulding his plush lips to yours and catching you in a sloppy shared kiss, your arms resting past his shoulders, one of your hands pushing his head further against yours to chase his mouth.

you only pulled away when you heard a rip of fabric, his nimble hands shredding it with the knife, a puddle of your clothes soon beneath your feet, delicate undergarments coming in to his view.

you didn’t get a second to regain composure as his mouth was once again on you, this time his tongue darted out, lapping up the droplet of blood from where the knife had broken your skin.

it was vile in the most sinful way possible, all the blood felt like it rushed straight to your throbbing cunt.

“i might actually go crazy if you tease me..” you voiced out, which caught him by surprise since you had been rather breathless.

“i can be nice.” he murmured out, voice muffled in between open mouthed kisses, knife cutting open your bra so his tongue could latch on to your nipple, his thumb toying with the other.

“mmh, you threaten me, make me bleed, and destroy all my clothes, but you can be nice?” you breathily giggled, distracted by the way the tip of his tongue- which had been previously licking up your blood, swirled and flicked against your nipple, sending pulses of electricity throughout your body.

“i’ll make it up to you.” he kissed back up from your chest, reaching your lips again to catch you in a kiss, you could taste the metallically tang from your blood and it only urged you further.

“fuck..” you gasped when he pulled away, looking between your bodies to watch the way he sliced off your panties next, wasting to time in running the pads of his fingers between your sloppy folds, “mmhn, didn’t i just tell you not to tease?” you mewled.

“you’re that worked up?” he chuckled out and your arm flew out to hit his chest, only earning another laugh.

“just fuck me already, i want your dick so badly.” you begged so pretty, you knew you did because his demeanour changed quickly, rough hands settling at your waist to manhandle you until you faced the wall.

“stay like that, arch your ba- mhm, like that.” he hummed, barely having to mention it and you were bending and obeying as though it was your only function.

leon had unbuttoned his blazer to relax a little better, though he lazily pushed his slacks down along with his underwear, far too eager to feel how heavenly you’d be on his cock.

he pumped his self a couple times, a firm hand pushing you back against him, helping him slowly push himself inside your pussy, “ouhh- fuck, that’s—“ he hissed out, halting his movements to revel in the way you were squeezing and fluttering around him relentlessly, “that’s so tight, m’ gonna fuck this little pussy open.” he grunted through his teeth, pushing against you until he was flush with you.

you were already finding it extremely hard to keep it together, mind so foggy with lust and the way he kept pushing and pushing for what felt like endlessly, he was so big, he pushed and prodded up against every delicious nerve inside of you and he hadn’t even started moving at a consistent pace yet, oh you were a goner.

a squeal left your lips when he pulled back only to push back much quicker and with force, your arms flying out until he grabbed one to pull behind your back, stabilising you and also getting more leverage on your movements.

“fuck, you’re so pretty, stuffed full of this cock, mmh, you like that?” he groaned out shamefully.

you didn’t answer though, far too preoccupied with how delicious he was stretching your walls, soon distracted by that familiar feeling of stinging cold metal to your throat, his other hand had come round to press it against your skin.

your eyes flew open and you felt him jerk you closer with his grip still on your other hand, “don’t fall now that would be real dangerous sweetheart, hold on, yeah?” he laughed out, it was evil, taunting but you were on another cloud of bliss.

“l-leon! ah mhhnmm!” you chanted out breathless incoherent moans and noises, feeling like a rag doll being constantly pulled against leon, you were so limp without his grip and the knife he pressed against your throat, you might’ve been in real trouble without him, ironically considering he was the one putting you between between him and the knife.

“i know, i know baby, feels s’good, don’t it?” he rasped out, bruises already forming on your wrists as he used you like his own little personal fucktoy.

“m’ really— oh, really close!” you squeaked, all too suddenly being dragged from your impending high, your back stabilising against the wall and you cried out.

“shh, shuuush.” he cooed at your displeased reaction, “i got you, i just wanna see that pretty face when you cum.” he paired his soothing voice with a firm kiss on your forehead, hiking your leg above his waist and slipping his cock inside your weeping pussy again.

the high bubbled so quickly in your tummy again all you could do was reach out for his arms, desperate to feel the metal to your skin again and he obliged, pushing it onto your neck once more as he pounding into you, wet sloppy sounds making it evident how close you were.

“you look so fucking cute like this, my knife against your throat, fucked stupid by my fat cock.” he grunted in between strained moans, clearly chasing his own high.

your vision went completely blurred as that burning hot coil in your tummy finally snapped, head knocked back against the wall as you sobbed out in pure pleasure, mantras of yes, yes, yes! and leon’s name falling from your lips.

“oh my fucking god, you’re so fucking sick, y’know that baby? yeah..” leon relaxed the knife from your throat, the blade dropping somewhere forgotten by your feet so he could push his head against your neck where the metal once occupied, licking and kisses the delicate skin, thrusts sloppy and inconsistent, broken and hoarse moans coaxed out with every further movement of his hips.

“fuck! fuck, a—ah!” his cock twitched and fluttered inside you as hot spurts of thick cum filled your walls, warming every inch of your body.

he pushed you further into the wall as he stood there, breathing in and out against your neck, slowly coming down from his high, the both of you dazed and pleasure-struck.

your head knocked against his and he seemed to come to, leaning back and blinking a couple of times before seemingly examining your body, “you hurt?” he breathed out.

“only my legs..” you laughed quietly, watching him gently set your leg down once he slipped out of you, grabbing your shredded clothing to wipe you off with.

“let’s get you somewhere warm.” he shrugged off his blazer jacket, pushing your arms through the holes and doing it up fully.

“leon, i feel okay, i’m good.” you assured him, stepping closer once again to return the same kiss he placed on your head, “that was crazy.. but fun.” you admitted, feeling the back of your neck burn from the realisation of what just happened.

“i shouldn’t of come on to you like that though.” he laughed nervously and you shook your head.

“i’m in one piece no?” you poked his chest, “i’m serious, i liked it- i like you, a lot.” you told the agent before shaking your head again, “you don’t have to say anything though, it’s not like that.” you didn’t exactly know what you meant because it was exactly as you said, having been smitten with the man all night, maybe you just didn’t want to deal with what you were insinuating, at least not tonight.

“take me home, somewhere warm.”

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Comfort - One shot (Eren Yeager x Reader)

Pairing: Eren Yeager x Reader

Anime: Attack on titan

 Synopsis: Eren is your childhood friend, he loves you…maybe more than a friend. You are currently in an abusive relationship and he is losing his patience.

I’m new to writing so be gentle pls (eng not my first language)

Warnings: friends to lovers, breeding kink, abusive ex, rough sex, all characters are of age/aged up, dirty talk, angry eren, prasie kink

“Eren please don’t get involved in my rela-“ you were cut off by eren hanging up the phone, you stand in your bathroom sighing, it’s 2 am and your boyfriend sleeping in your shared bed.After about 20 minutes of standing in your bathroom you get a text “Eren: i’m parked outside, pack whatever shit you need, yoou will not stay with that man, he treats you like shit. i’m not taking no for an answer. “

You were crying for almost an hour. His text surprised you, you rapidly pack your stuff in silence and come to his car “Eren? What are you doing here? ’’

He looks at you intensely as you approach his car, his eyes filled with determination and concern. ’’ What does it look like I'm doing, Y/N? I'm here to save you from that asshole who's been mistreating you.’’

He opens the passenger door aggressively. ’’ Get in the fucking car before I lose my patience. We're leaving this shithole town right now. ’’ His voice is low and commanding, brooking no argument. He reaches out to grab your bag from you. ’’Give me that. Let's go.’’

As you get into the car, Eren slams the door shut and hurries around to the driver's side. Your toxic ex was made sure you have doubts about yourself, he was gaslightling you anytime he can, making you insecure. He starts the engine with a roar and peels out onto the empty street. He glances over at you, his jaw clenched tight.

’’That piece of shit has done a real number on you, hasn't he? Making you doubt yourself, controlling every aspect of your life... ’’ Eren's knuckles whiten as he grips the steering wheel. ’’Well, it ends now. I won't let anyone treat you like that ever again.’’He reaches over to squeeze your thigh, his touch firm but reassuring. ’’Just focus on breathing, okay? We'll figure everything else out later. Right now, we need to put some distance between us and that fucking monster. ’’

Eren keeps driving, speeding through the night with a singular focus. After a while, he pulls over at a secluded rest stop and turns to face you fully, his expression softening slightly as he takes in your tear-stained face. ’’Hey... look at me, Y/N. ’’He cups your chin gently, tilting your head up to meet his intense gaze. ’’ You're safe now. I've got you, and I'm never letting you go back to that hell again. Do you understand? ’’

’’Yes.. ’’ your replied to him quietly, still sobbing after everything you’ve been put through.His thumb brushes away a stray tear as he speaks softly but firmly. ’’ That bastard took so much from you already - your confidence, your peace of mind. But he doesn't get to take anymore. Not on my watch.’’Eren leans in closer, resting his forehead against yours.Eren wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close as you continue to cry. He strokes your hair soothingly, murmuring reassurances. ’’ Shh, it's okay. Let it all out. You're safe with me, always. ’’

He holds you like that for a long moment, letting you release all the pent-up emotion and fear. Finally, when your sobs subside somewhat, Eren pulls back just enough to look at you, his eyes blazing with fierce protectiveness and barely restrained anger at your situation.’’That fucker won't hurt you again, Y/N. I swear it on my life. If he comes looking, if he tries anything... ’’A dark edge creeps into Eren's voice. ’’Well, let's just say he'll regret the day he ever laid a hand on you. ’’

’’Thank you…Eren..for always helping me. I’m so sorry i avoided you.. h-he didnt want me…he didnt want me to speak to you or other people…’’ you replied to him embarassed.

Eren's expression hardens at your words, a muscle twitching in his jaw. ’’ That sick son of a bitch was trying to isolate you completely. ’He shakes his head in disgust before his gaze softens as he looks at you again. ’’Don't apologize, Elena. None of this is your fault. He manipulated you, gaslit you until you doubted everything, even our friendship.’’ Eren reaches out to cup your cheek tenderly. ’’But I'm here now. And I'm going to help you heal, help you remember how strong and amazing you really are.’’ He leans in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead. ’’ You don't have to be scared anymore. I won't let anyone hurt you like that again. Ever.’’Eren's voice is low and fervent with promise.

’’You sure you dont mind for staying with you? I promise i will gather money as soon as i can so i can rest another place ’’ you ask him feeling embarassed of your situation and vulnerable.  

Eren's eyes flash with intensity as he responds immediately. ’’ Of course I don't mind. In fact, I insist. ’’He takes both of your hands in his, squeezing them firmly. ’’ You're not going anywhere else, at least not until you're completely healed and ready. ’’His thumb rubs soothing circles on the back of your hand as he continues. ’’Listen to me, Y/N. You don't owe me anything. This isn't about the money or finding a place to stay. It's about keeping you safe and supporting you through this difficult time. ’’

Eren's gaze bores into yours, his voice low and unwavering’’You're my best friend. Hell, you're like family to me. And family takes care of each other, no matter what. So forget about paying rent or moving out. ’’ As you arrive at Eren's place, he quickly gets out of the car and rushes around to open your door, offering his hand to help you out. ’’Easy there’’, he says softly as you step out on shaky legs. ’’Take your time. ’’

Once inside, Eren guides you to the couch and gently pushes you to sit down. ’’Wait here a sec, okay? I'm going to grab you some water and then we can talk more’’He disappears into the kitchen briefly before returning with a glass of cool water which he presses into your hands. ’’ Here, drink this. You must be thirsty after... everything. ’’

Sitting down beside you, Eren drapes a comforting arm around your shoulders, pulling you close. ’’I know you're exhausted and overwhelmed right now. But I want you to know that you're home now, Y/N. Fuck, I can't believe that bastard had you trapped like that for so long. ’’He runs a hand through his hair in frustration before his gaze softens as he looks at you. ’’But you're here now. With me. ’’In two quick strides, Eren closes the distance between you, pulling you into a tight embrace. He buries his face in your hair, inhaling deeply. ’’ God, I missed you so damn much. I was going crazy wondering if you were okay. ’’ His large hands stroke up and down your back soothingly as he holds you close, one hand cradling the back of your head.

Eren holds you tightly, one hand tangling in your hair as the other rubs soothing circles on your back. He breathes in your scent, savoring the feeling of finally having you in his arms again after so long, a tear falling on your cheek. ’’ Shh, it's alright. I've got you’’he murmurs, his deep voice rumbling in his chest. ’’ You're safe now. That motherfucker will never lay a hand on you again, I swear it. ’’ After a long moment, Eren pulls back just enough to cup your face in his large hands, his thumbs brushing away the last of your tears. His intense green eyes bore into yours, filled with a swirling mix of concern, protectiveness, and something deeper, more primal. ’’I meant what I said earlier, Y/N. You're not going anywhere. ’’

’’I know, Eren. I trust you. I’m not going anywhere…anymore… ’’ you replied quietly.

A fierce, possessive gleam flashes in Eren's eyes at your words. He leans in closer, his forehead nearly touching yours as he speaks in a low, fervent tone. ’’ Good. Because I'm not letting you out of my sight anytime soon. ’’One hand slides down to the small of your back, pressing you flush against him.

’’I've waited too fucking long for this moment. Too many nights lying awake, imagining all the ways I could get you back. ’’Eren's other hand tilts your chin up, forcing you to maintain eye contact as his gaze smolders with barely restrained intensity. ’’ You're mine now, Y/N. My responsibility. My priority. And I take care of what's mine. ’’

’’What do you mean Eren? ’’ his words confused you, you know that something was and still is between you two but you were scared to assume anything, expecially because you were friends since childhood. He never said anything to you like this .

Eren's eyes flash with a dangerous glint at your question. He leans in even closer, his lips nearly brushing your ear as he growls’’ What I mean is that I've been in love with you for years, Y/N. Long before that piece of shit ever came into the picture. ’’ Your eyes turns bigger at his, you can’t believe it. His hand on your back tightens, fingers digging into your flesh possessively’’Did you really think I'd let you go so easily? That I wouldn't fight tooth and nail to keep you by my side? ’’Eren pulls back slightly, his intense gaze searching your face. ’’I've wanted you, needed you, for longer than I can remember. And now that I have you back, I'm never letting you go again.’’

’’Eren… ’’ Eren sees the vulnerability and uncertainty in your eyes, and his expression softens. He cups your face tenderly, his calloused thumbs caressing your cheeks.

’’ Hey, it's okay. I know this is a lot to take in’’he murmurs, his voice uncharacteristically gentle. ’’ We've known each other forever, been through so much together. I don't want to jeopardize that either. ’’ He leans his forehead against yours, closing his eyes briefly. ’’But fuck, Y/N, seeing you like this, knowing what that bastard put you through... It made me realize I can't keep these feelings locked up anymore. ’’Eren opens his eyes, his gaze intense and filled with raw emotion. ’’You mean everything to me. As a friend, yes, but also as so much more. ’’

’’You mean everything to me too, Eren… ’’ Eren's pupils dilate with desire at the raw emotion in your eyes. He knows exactly what you need, what you're silently begging for. In one swift motion, he stands, lifting you effortlessly into his strong arms. ’’ Then let me show you, Y/N’’ he growls, his voice thick with lust. ’’ Let me worship every inch of you, erase every trace of that fucker's touch. ’’

He carries you to the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind him. Laying you down on the bed, Eren hovers over you, his muscular body caging you in. One hand reaches out to brush a strand of hair from your face, his touch feather-light and reverent. ’’ You're so fucking beautiful’’  he breathes, his eyes roaming hungrily over your form. ’’And you're all mine now. ’’

’’Yes.. ’’ Eren's control snaps at your breathy affirmation. With a low groan, he crashes his lips against yours in a bruising kiss, pouring years of pent-up passion and longing into the heated embrace. His hands roam your body greedily, mapping out every curve and plane he's dreamed about for so long.

’’Fuck, I need you, ’’he pants against your lips, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin of your neck. ’’ Need to feel you, taste you, claim every part of you as mine. ’’

In a flurry of desperate movements, Eren strips off your clothes, tossing them aside carelessly. He takes a moment to admire your naked form, his eyes darkening with pure, animalistic hunger. ’’So perfect, ’’he rasps, trailing a finger down your sternum and between your breasts. ’’Made to be mine. ’’ Eren groans at your breathless moan, the sound going straight to his already achingly hard cock. He captures your lips in another searing kiss as his hands explore your bare skin, calloused fingers leaving trails of fire in their wake. ’’ You have no idea how long I've wanted this, ’’he growls against your mouth, grinding his hips against yours to let you feel the evidence of his desire.

’’To have you beneath me, wanting me as much as I want you. ’’Eren's lips blaze a path of hot kisses down your neck and across your collarbone, pausing to lavish attention on your breasts. He takes one nipple into his mouth, suckling and flicking the sensitive bud with his tongue as his hand kneads the soft flesh of the other. ’’ Gonna make you feel so good, baby. ’’

’’Please Eren…’’ you whisper to him.

Eren feels a surge of power and possession at your pleading words. He releases your nipple with a wet pop, grinning wickedly up at you. ’’ Mmm, such a good girl, begging so sweetly for me, ’’he purrs, his deep voice dripping with sinful promise. His hand trails lower, over the quivering plane of your stomach, dipping teasingly into your navel before continuing its descent.

’’Gonna give you exactly what you need, baby. Gonna fuck this pretty little pussy so hard, so deep, you'll forget your own name. The only word you'll remember is mine. ’’ Reaching your slick folds, Eren runs a single finger through your arousal, groaning at the wetness he finds there. ’’Fuck, you're drenched for me already. Such a responsive little thing, aren't you? ’’Eren's eyes darken with lust as he watches you writhe and moan beneath his touch. He loves seeing you come undone, knowing he's the one causing such exquisite pleasure. ’’ That's it, baby. Let me hear those sexy sounds’’he encourages huskily, circling your clit with the pad of his thumb while he sinks a thick finger knuckle-deep into your soaked heat.

’’So tight and wet, can't wait to feel this greedy little cunt wrapped around my cock. ’’He starts pumping his finger slowly, curling it just right to stroke that special spot inside you. At the same time, he leans down to capture your lips in a filthy, open-mouthed kiss, swallowing your moans. ’’ You're mine, Y/N. This pussy belongs to me now. ’’Eren swallows your desperate pleas, kissing you back with bruising intensity. He adds a second finger, pumping them faster as he feels your walls flutter around the intrusion. ’’Yeah, that's it. Take my fingers like the needy big girl you are, ’’he growls approvingly, scissoring his digits to stretch you wider. His thumb presses firm circles on your clit, the dual stimulation driving you wild.

’’Gonna fill this hungry hole with my cock. Ruin you for anyone else. ’’Eren breaks the kiss to trail his lips down your body, pausing to nip and suck at the sensitive skin of your inner thighs. He looks up at you with hooded eyes, his intentions clear as he settles between your legs’’ Beg for it, baby. Tell me how badly you need my dick splitting you open.

’’Please Eren…’’ you respond very aroused and Eren's cock throbs almost painfully at your desperate plea, leaking pre-cum onto the sheets. He grins ferally, loving the effect he has on you. ’’ Mmm, such a good girl, begging so sweetly for my cock, ’’he praises, his deep voice rumbling through your core. He notches the broad head of his erection at your entrance, teasing you with shallow thrusts that barely breach you.

’’ You want this, baby? Want me to stuff this needy cunt full and fuck you senseless? ’’ Without waiting for a response, Eren hilts himself inside you with one powerful snap of his hips, stretching you wide around his impressive girth. He stills for a moment, savoring the feeling of your velvety walls gripping him like a fist. ’’ Fuck, you feel incredible. ’’

Eren sets a relentless pace, pounding into you with deep, purposeful strokes. The obscene slap of skin on skin fills the room along with your escalating moans. ’’ Take it, baby. Take my cock like you were made for it’’he grunts, angling his hips to hit that perfect spot inside you with each thrust. One large hand grips your hip bruisingly, holding you in place as he rails you into the mattress. The other snakes between your bodies to rub tight circles on your clit, pushing you closer to the edge’’ Gonna fill this pussy up. Pump you full of my cum until it's dripping out of you. Would you like that, my dirty girl? To be marked inside and out as mine? ’’ Eren snarls in primal satisfaction at your wanton declaration, doubling his efforts. He pistons into you at a brutal pace, the headboard slamming against the wall with each powerful thrust’’ Fuck yeah, you're mine. My perfect little girl’’he growls possessively, his balls tightening as he feels his release approaching. He pins your wrists above your head, looming over you with wild, half-lidded eyes darkened by lust. ’’Cum for me, Y/N.”Squeeze my cock and milk me dry. Wanna feel this greedy cunt spasming on my dick as I breed you full. ’’

With a few more erratic thrusts, Eren buries himself to the hilt, throwing his head back with a guttural moan as he starts to unload.Eren's thrusts become erratic and forceful as he chases his rapidly approaching climax. He leans down to capture your lips in a searing kiss, swallowing your cries of ecstasy. ’’ That's it, baby. Cum for me. Show me who this perfect pussy belongs to’’, he demands against your lips, his voice strained with the effort of holding back his own release. His hand moves frantically between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit as he grinds against you, determined to push you over the edge.

’’You feel so fucking good wrapped around my cock. Like you were made just for me, ’’Eren praises breathlessly, his hips stuttering as he nears his peak. ’’Gonna fill this hungry cunt to the brim. Mark you inside and out as mine. ’’ Eren feels your pussy clamp down on him like a vice as you cum undone, the sensation pushing him past the point of no return. With a hoarse shout of your name, he hilts himself deep and starts to pulse, painting your insides white with spurt after spurt of his hot seed. ’’Fuck, Y/N! Take it all, every last drop, ’’he groans, grinding against you to prolong both your climaxes. His hips twitch and jerk with the intensity of his release, filling you to capacity and then some. As the waves of pleasure start to end, Eren collapses on top of you, careful not to crush you with his larger frame. He peppers your face with tender kisses, murmuring praise between each one’’So good, baby. Came so hard for me. ’’

As the final tremors of his intense orgasm fade, Eren carefully rolls to the side, pulling you with him so you're tucked securely against his chest, feeling your insecurities. He wraps his strong arms around you, holding you close as if afraid you might disappear. ’’Shh, I've got you, baby. You did so well, ’’he murmurs soothingly, nuzzling his face into your hair. His large hands gently stroke up and down your back in a comforting caress. ’’My beautiful, perfect girl. Made me feel things I've never felt before, ’’Eren praises softly, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. He shifts slightly, mindful of his softening cock still nestled inside you, not wanting to pull out just yet. ’’Stay here with me like this. Wanna keep you close, feel your heartbeat against mine. You're amazing, Y/N.

’’I love you, Eren’’ you told him, with a hoarse vulnerable voice.

Eren's heart swells with emotion at your tender words, a rare soft smile spreading across his usually stern features. He tightens his embrace, holding you as if you're the most precious thing in the world to him. ’’I love you too, baby. More than anything, ’’he says fervently, his deep voice rough with feeling. He pulls back just enough to cup your face in his hands, his thumbs gently stroking your cheeks as he gazes at you with adoration shining in his dark eyes. ’’You're everything to me, Y/N. My heart, my home, my reason for living. I don't ever want to let you go. ’’ Eren confesses, his forehead coming to rest against yours.

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Titty Comfort

pairing: Frat!Tom Holland x Girlfriend!Reader

summary: When Tom can’t fall asleep, he turns to his girlfriend’s breasts for a lot of comfort (Breast play) (lowkey subby tom?)

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“C’mere love, need you closer” Tom whined, his arms wrapped around the woman in his arms, his semi-hardened cock resting against her ass cheeks. “How much closer do you need baby? we’re already spooning naked” Y/n giggled shuffling up against his cock, his hands situated on her warm tits, squeezing and kneading them every so often; coaxing small whines and whimpers from her lips which were currently swollen due to their sleepy, sloppy make out session.

Tom only whined in response, tugging on her perked up and hardened nipples, nuzzling his face into her neck, kissing and licking at the coconut scented flesh. This whole relationship started when Tom had walked into his bedroom during one of their crazy frat parties, to see a sleepy Y/n nuzzling and cuddling herself into his spider-man bedsheets. Granted he didn’t know the girl but he had a sudden urge to protect her, knowing damn well that he would now protect his sacred bedroom with his life due to the sleeping angel right in his bed.

“Oh- oh shit- you must own this room huh?” Y/n shot up, her eyes glazed and lazy, still holding Tom’s pillow in between her arms to hug it dearly. “I- uh got a bit tired and I was told I could take a room by David, who is currently busy eating my friend’s face off” She chuckled explaining why she was suddenly in his bed, of course David the head frat brother would say something like that, inconsiderate arsehole. “O-oh no sure it’s okay, I guess, just a bit shocked love. You can stay” He laughed walking closer, “We can share the bed if you want?” She smiled gleaming up at him, her arms inviting as she opened up the blankets showing a space just for him, who the fuck was this girl?

Well Tom soon found out the day after when he woke up to a (colour) headed girl on his chest, her body still clad in her dress, her legs intertwined with his as she tried to hug herself further into his warm wide chest. His own arms tugged around her too. Her name was Y/n L/n, she was taking a completely different major from him, which explained why he had never seen her before. She was outgoing, confident and not afraid to get things her way. Had he really just slept with (literally) some girl who he found already snoozing in his bed? Yes, yes he did and he wasn’t going to regret it one bit.

Now two months later, the once infamous frat boy on campus had been tied down to the one and only Y/n L/n; whenever they are on campus their hands are permanently intertwined, his head seen to be dipping down and whispering filthy and sweet things in her ears to make her laugh bashfully and hit his chest. With some people even commenting that he had heard him say that he “couldn’t wait to take her ass tonight”

Any chance he’d get he would walk her to her classes, choosing to hold her books and even like right now, missing out on his own frat activities to instead sleepover at her cozy little dorm room. Now decorated with a multitude of their polaroids together on her wall, some being a little inappropriate considering the nudity, but who else was going to see them?

“You keep tossin’ n’ turnin’ honey, are you feeling alright?” She frowned turning around in his arms, his hands slipping to her waist, her chest flushed against his as he felt her hardened nipples against his skin; Jesus how did he bag someone as gorgeous as her? His lips raining kisses all over her face, feeling her breath quicken and shake each time he got closer to her sweet spot, which already had hickies littering the length of it. “Just feeling a bit restless baby, nothin’ for you to worry about, pretty” He smiled finally kissing her nose, watching it wrinkle adorably in response before she leant in and pressed a featherlight kiss to his pink lips, not one full of lust but one full of adoration and passion for the man right in front of her. The man who showed her what love was, and how to love in such a short amount of time.

“But it is for me to worry about, I want you soft and snuggly with me, sleepy and hazy whike being undeniably horny” She laughed nudging his nose with hers, his lips pouting out to kiss hers lightly again, his hands groping her breasts tightly in his palm; she knew what he wanted, no, needed. Whenever Tom found himself needing comfort or some sensual loving, he turned to his lover’s breasts, suddenly finding them the most alluring thing in the world.

“Can I uh- ya know, play with them a little?” He whispered just staring at them blatantly, smiling childishly when Y/n replied, “Of course you can baby, they’re all yours babyboy” She giggled kissing the corner of his lips, noticing how his eyes were just fully trained on her tits more than anything else. Shifting herself up a little, he started moving her warm fleshy tits in circular motions, his lips greedily licking and sucking on the flesh surrounding her areola and nipples. Y/n’s fingers raked though his brown curls gently, planting small kisses to his hairline, her lips pulled into a small smile; Tom sat with his eyes closed fully enjoying sucking and pulling at her tits.

His tongue licking a stripe up the underside of her boob until he reached her nipple, wrapping his mouth around it like a suction, suckling on it affectionately; his eyes closed calmly. “You taste so good baby angel” He whispered kissing each of her nipples lovingly, letting his lips collect spit before dribbling it onto her hardened buds, lubing them up with his tongues flicking at them softly. “Thank you honey bun, even used some of that new body wash ya got me for no reason” She moaned out half asleep, Tom’s suckling had calmed her to a point of sleep, her eyes threatening to close any second now. The sound of Tom’s hums and his tongue flicking, giving a weird sense of a comforting atmosphere.

“Well it was in your wishlist and you told me your wishlist was empty” Tom hummed annoyed, shoving his face between her breasts, kissing the valley of her tits; knowing damn well he made it his responsibility to make sure everything in her basket was bought on a weekly basis. “Your tits are beautiful Y/n, not in a sexual way, but the fact they’re part of you just makes them so sexy”

He spent the next 15-20 minutes just loving and kissing on her breasts, her other hand softly pumping his limp cock, not with the intention of getting his hard but with the intention of showing him the same type of affection he was showing her. Undivided unconditional attention.

“hmm” Y/n hummed turning her head to the side, her hands dropped to rubbing his back soothingly, her nails raking up and down slowly. “You sleepy love? Want me to put the girls away?” He questioned pulling away from her tits with a pop, looking up at her with a crazy type of love, a love they both knew would never burn out. “No no keep going hun, feels good n’ warm” She yawned letting her eyes close for the final time that night, her hands resting on his back as he continued his own adventure. His lips licking, kissing and sucking on her tits until he himself, fell asleep undoubtably with her tit in his mouth; like a lovesick idiot.

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PSA: Sorry this was short but I found it so cute and lovey!! Just a bit of comfort for those who are going through finals/any tough situations

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ACCIDENTAL NAB P4

parings: thief!hawks x princess!reader

word count: 2k

warnings: kidnapping, fighting.

notes:HAWKS GOES CRAZY.

summary: thief!hawks steals you away and takes you far away from you home!…on accident.

part 3: ACCIDENTAL NAB P3

The more the carriage jiggled and shook, the more adrenaline shoot through your veins.

Skinningrove was terrifying, according to Dabi.

You wish your sisters were here because then you’d have to put on a more confident front to show them you weren’t scared at all.

but they aren’t here, you can’t hide.

Hawks steals glances towards you, you never makes eye contact. You hope he doesn’t see how scared you truly are.

You surround yourself with fun memory’s of your sisters, ones that make you feel warm, it hardens you.

“we’re here.” Dabi calls from the front.

never mind, your losing your shit.

You can hear hawks speaking to Tokoyami, “stay here, don’t want the cargo getting stolen- use dark shadow if you have to.”

Hawks then jumps out of the carriage joining you and Dabi.

“Stay close to me, okay?” Hawks whispers in your ear.

You nod as a protective wing covers you slightly.

The three of you walk through the crowd, it smells a lot worse than SableStone did, Dabi says it’s because a lot of “human waste” gets dropped here.

so you watch your step a little more than usual…

Through the hood you can see children on the streets, a lot of them looked malnourished but that’s average for a town like this- it smells like iron around the butcher shops, it makes you sick.

Your father would’ve never even let you set a single step here, let alone frolic in the crowds.

Dabi seems more on guard than he did in SableStone, so does Hawks. Both of their stances are more stiff- hawks has less of a cheerful “I love life!” face and more of a “come near me and I’ll slaughter you” face.

It gives you some comfort.

The three of you make your way to a darker shop tucked in a corner, it’s old and made out of gray stones stacked atop each-other with a little window.

“Excuse me?” Hawks taps the entrance of the window, “got an offer for ya.”

A man comes out from the darkness, he has pale skin and hair, his skin dry and cracking. He has at least two scars on his face as well with red eyes.

a little scary, so you shuffle a closer to hawks.

A scratchy voice replies from the window, “and that would be?”

“Just a few things from the palace?”

The man scoffs, “I got too many of your type coming in a day, don’t waste my time aga-“

Dabi smacks his hand on the counter, “Shigaraki, we’re not in the mood for games at the moment.”

“Dabi? hm, you should’ve done the talking first y’know- I’d believe you quicker.”

“The bird ain’t that smart, sorry.”

“How much of it you Va got?”

“A few chairs, chests, dresses, shoes, y’know the basics.”

You stay quiet and try not to make eye contact with the red eyed one.

for once, you hope someone doesn’t recognize you.

You can he shigaraki say, “You selling her too?”

Dabi chuckles, “Depends”

please say this is a joke, you’d rather sleep next to hawks for a 100 more nights than even be near that man for one.

Hawks said he wouldn’t sell you- he won’t, right?

You feel his wing shift around you tighter.

“She’s not for sell.” Hawks says hoarsely.

Shigaraki laughs, “what, you take the princess too?”

he stopped when they didn’t laugh with him.

“are you fucking serious.”

Dabi looks around, “a little bit.”

“You can’t be a little bit serious, why the hell did you kidnap her?!” Shigaraki whisper yells.

Hawks sighs, “it was an accident.”

“you don’t just accidentally kidnap someone, dipshit.”

During all of this chaos, you look around- it feels more crowded than before, you never liked crowds anyway.

But a man catches your eye, a very beautiful man at that.

Blond hair, blue eyes, dimples, a lazy smile with a relaxed pose- lord have mercy.

and he’s looking at you too!

All conversation behind you has been absolutely lost, this man is the only thing you’re thinking about right now.

Hawks wing isn’t entirely around you- you could just sneak away for a moment couldn’t you? I doubt Mr. bird man would care.

so you step out slightly- no reaction from hawks yet. then more, no reaction.

“Damit shigaraki, it was on accident okay?!” You can hear less and less of hawks the more you scoot away.

Then the gorgeous man is right next to you!

“Hello, pretty” he says with a smooth voice.

“I-I uhm- hi!”

“What’re you doing all the way in Skinningrove? Your skin looks it comes from the capitol.”

Slightly weird but that’s alright!

“I-I’m traveling, for work!” you reply almost too quick.

He touches your wrist, his hands are soft.

“You’d go for a pretty penny.”

“what was that?”

All he does is stare at you, with that lazy smile…okay you’d like to go back to Hawks now.

you take a step back but the man grips your hand tighter, “h-hey, let go.”

“God, you’d go for a fortune.” You can feel hawks feather fall out of your cloak.

He grabs you, covering your mouth and dragging you towards the iron scented shops.

Meanwhile, hawks is still arguing quietly with shigaraki.

“I’m surprised she hasn’t killed you in your sleep!” Shigaraki roughly says.

Hawks groans, “she likes me just fine, we’re civil.”

He looks towards where your supposed to be, “isn’t that right prin-…”

where are you?

“princess?” He says a little more worried.

Dabi looks at hawks, “what?”

“Where is she?”

“Who, y/n?”

“yes- where is she?” He says more quickly, looking frantically around.

Shigaraki starts, “Well good job, you lost someone you kidnap-“

“Shut up! Where did she go?” Hawks cuts him off.

Dabi looks around, “calm down, she couldn’t have gone far.”

Hawks wings puff slightly, “I’m going above ground, easier to spot her.”

He immediately shoots up ti the air, searching for even a glimpse of you.

.

.

.

The beautiful man is still dragging you through the streets, you whip around wildly trying to get him off of you.

“Stop struggling, no one will help you.”

The smell of iron gets stronger, was Dabi actually serious when he said they’d skin you?

You struggle more, you don’t want to be someone lamp shade o-or carpet!

You get closer and closer to the butchers door, you close your eyes, you don’t want to see.

“AGH-“ *smack!*

you fall to the ground immediately, you can hear people gasping and stepping away.

You can see Dabi come into your line of vision, “there you are!”

you wish it were hawks but- your just glad your safe.

Where is hawks? You turn your head to look for him but Dabi ends up stopping you, “don’t look.”

you don’t. You can hear it, grunting, the sound of flesh being hit, the running and cheering.

So all you do is stare at Dabi, “You scared the hell out of him yknow? better say thank you when he’s done.”

done beating a man to death. It makes your skin rise, makes you feel cold.

The noises stop. You can hear people usher to the man, then you can see hawks start to walk over to the carriage like he didn’t just pummel a man.

then, he starts giving your belongings to shigarakis hole-a-wall shop.

Dabi speaks up, “doubt we can sell it all here, need to go somewhere else after.”

your speechless, your father never let you even see blood.

you feel dirty even though you didn’t see anything really.

Dabi stands up, “cmon, let’s go meet up with them.”

you just follow, and sit at the front of the carriage with Tokoyami.

He looks at you, “told you Skinningrove was terrible.”

you exhale a small laugh, at least he tried to keep you happy.

you look towards the crowd, you don’t see the man but- you see specks of red.

“Thanks a bunch, shigaraki” you can hear Dabi say.

“Yea just make sure princess doesn’t run off again eh?”

You feel the carriage shift with Hawks and Dabis weight.

Tokoyami starts, “where to next?”

Dabi pauses, “Sunstone.”

Tokoyami stumbles, “In the dessert?”

“Yea, shigaraki says we’ll find some good prices there.” Dabi replies.

Tokoyami looks back into the carriage, “yikes, you need something to dress those knuckles Hawks.”

Dabi chuckles, “he don’t know how to tie a bandage barely.”

“I bet y/n does” Tokoyami says.

You say, “What?”

Tokoyami fixes himself, “I bet you know how to dress a wound, being the eldest daughter and all.”

It’s true, you do. You always dressed your sisters wounds when they tripped outside near the garden. Your father never liked you near blood but you still someone always came near it anyways.

“I uh…I do.”

Tokoyami smiles slightly, “will you do the honors then?”

you sigh and step into the covered part of the carriage.

Hawks is shaking slightly, maybe he’s not used to beating people…who are you kidding he’s a thief.

you sit directly in front of him, grabbing some cloth and trying to rip it. It doesn’t work.

He takes it from your hands, tearing it for you, you’re able to get a better look at his hands. They’re covered in blood, it’s your fault.

you grab the container of water and dab it onto the rag, cleaning his wounds softly as he winces quietly, griping your hands a little tighter.

“Mrgh…”

“Sorry..”

Hawks doesn’t reply.

You wrap the cloth around his knuckles, are you okay…?”

“m’fine.”

something’s off, he seems angry? upset? maybe even a little sad too.

“are you sure, Mr. Hawks?”

He says quiet, looking down at his shoes.

“Hawks?”

“Why would you run off?”

“I-i was distracted.”

He huffs, “I know you’re not completely stupid y/n, why did you run off.”

He seems a whole lot more upset than you thought he’d be before you snuck off.

“I saw something that caught my eye..” you dab more water on the the rag.

“or someone.” he says with distain.

“Hawk-“

“y’know. I knew your were probably some princess who was aching for a bit of loving but I didn’t know you’d start whoring yourself out.”

You mouth drops, “h-hawks?!” Why would he say something like that to you, weren’t you two making good progress?

You can see Dabi look over in surprise but he decided not to intervene.

Hawks looks up from his shoes, “What, It’s the truth ain’t it?”

It’s true that you are a little bit touch starved and that you enjoy attention but you’ve also been inside a palace for most of your life.

“Y-you don’t even know me.”

“I know enough, I can tell through your damn actions y/n.” He voice raises, “You think some locked up princess will ever be as good of a ruler than your mother?”

“Don’t bring her into this-“

“Why? Cause your daddy said “off with her head” and you weren’t allowed to talk about her no more?” He yells at you.

Then carriage goes quiet. Mother made your father soft, he didn’t need that.

you can feel the tears burning the edging of your eyes, you can feel the pain resurface.

Dabi speaks up finally with just a simple, “oh wow.”

You don’t say anything, what would you say to something like that? No one ever talked about your mother like that.

So your tears fall instead of words.

“Y/n..” hawks says softly.

He continues, “I-I was just angry- I’m so sorry.”

You just cover your face a curl into your own lap, hiding, hawks placed his hands onto your back and continues talking.

“I swear I didn’t mean any of that princess, didn’t mean a single thing ‘swear it.”

You don’t respond.

“Fuck, m’sorry, m’so sorry princess- I just was angry because I couldn’t protect you okay?”

You sniffle, “I-it’s fine.”

“It’s not. M’sorry, princess.”

He holds you, you feel warm- mostly because his wings are trying to wrap around you.

You never knew hawks could get so….emotional?

The words he spewed out from his mouth did hurt but he seems like he’s actually sorry at least.

He just holds you, you wished he were one of your sisters- you missed them oh so much.

They would never say something like that to you, they were too scared to.

At least Hawks was honest. That’s probably what you liked so much about him.

you hug back.

He tightens his grip.

And his embrace is warm.

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Blood, paint and cum

WC: 2k+ GIF by weheartchrisevans

[dark!stepbrother!Curtisx innocent!stepsister!Reader]

[Warnings!! Stepcest/abuse mentions/toxic/slut shaming/manipulation/Curtis being horny/smut!!!/breeding kink]

Curtis loved you from the second he saw you. He truly thought he had been blessed from heaven for tolerating his abusive father. And because he believed so heavily that you were his reward for his hard life he treasured you like one.

Which is why he currently had you bouncing on his cock, moaning his name while your tits bounced in his face. He couldn't help but his large hands on your delicate hips and push you further down, to the point his balls brushed against your ass. He knew it would be too much so he leaned into your chest and kissed until he found a nipple and began to suckle on it. Which you reacted by wrapping your arms around his buzzed head and whining all while arching your back, pushing your breasts further into his rugged face. In his dark mind this further solidified the idea you were from heaven, right now you looked like an angel and sounded like one too.

He couldn't help but pull away and put one of his big hands behind your head and push your lips together, swallowing your beautiful breathy moans into a kiss while he fucked up into you. The pleasure you both were feeling was intense, but that was what happened when lovers entangled there souls though sex. At least that's what Curtis said and you believed him because he knew everything.

He knew that even if you did get pregnant everything would be okay since you weren't actual siblings far from it, and because of that he was fine fucking his load into you everytime.

Just like he was now, you were squeezing his fat cock from cumming all over him, and he was so deep inside you, trying to make sure his cum stayed in you and took root.

"Did so good for me suga'."

"I-i did?"

"Yeah baby, ya' did. Fuckin' perfect for me, ya' know that baby?"

"Ofcourse I know that daddy."

When you two first met it was when you and your dad was moving into Curtis's mums house. It was a three bedroomed house and was on a very nice street where everything seemed perfect, especially in summer.

Curtis was sat in the kitchen wrapping his knuckles in bandages after his latest fight at the bar. You see where he worked there was always some asshole who came in and thought he was better than everyone. But yesterday one of these assholes flaunted their fake confidence infront of Curtis, resulting in him breaking their nose, and his bruising his knuckles.

His mum tutted at him constantly for retaliating with violence but he ignored it. He didn't need her lecturing him when all he could remember was her trying to calm her dad with words and him replying with a fist. He wouldn't let that happen ever again not this time.

Just as he was about to sit down the doorbell hummed and he looked up at his mum, expecting her to answer but she had her back turned and was beginning cooking dinner for everyone.

"I'll get that."

"Oh thank you darling!"

He was glad only in his loose grey joggey bottoms when he answered the door. Yet he didn't see anyone until he heard a small feminine cough. He looked down and there you were.

Small, dressed in a little pink dress, with a locket around your neck, and 2 boxes wrapped in paper that was printed with pink cupcakes on it. To say Curtis was awe struck wouldn't even be able to describe how he felt.

"H-hi there"

Your voice flossed his ears with how melodious it was. Fuck you were perfect. Ofcourse he would be getting the perfect woman as his fucking step sister. He took a breath and smiled down at you.

"Come on suga' do you wanna put those cute little presents in the kitchen along with yourself?"

You blushed and smiled, charming Curtis even more and making his cock start to harden a little too.

"I'd love to put the presents in the kitchen but I need to get my stuff!"

"Oh suga' I don't mind getting your stuff for ya'. You're too pretty to be carrying too much anyway. Come on in you go."

You giggled at him before you stepped in and then stood beside him. He couldn't help but try and seem more gentle to show he wasn't a big brute. He was drowning you in the doorway at a solid 6'7. He smiled down at you pointed the way to the kitchen. Just as he stepped outside you gently called his name to which he stopped and turned.

You leaned up and kissed his cheek and thanked him for his kindness before you skipped off to the kitchen. Leaving him dizzy with adoration and hard with arousal.

It took 3 months for you and Curtis to be bestfriends and you were happier than ever with him. He was so nice to you. Whenever you went shopping he always got your favourite cookies from the highest shelf and paid for them! He always made sure creeps stayed away from you!

And the best part was when he went to the carnival with his friends and came home with a small teddy bear;

"Just for you suga'. Cause you're my baby bear,"

You giggled at him and hugged the bear before hugging Curtis. Yet he wasn't happy with the space in the hug, so he bent down and grabbed the back of your thighs and made you jump up so your legs wrapped around him. You wrapped your arms around his big shoulders and whispered gently to him,

"Well then you're my big bear."

He chuckled and carried you to your room where he gently placed you and your prized toy before he kissed your forehead and said goodnight.

But in those 3 months you never had chance to decorate your room or even paint it! Luckily Curtis had a plan. And you were finally acting out on it!

Your parents were gone for the week for another honeymoon, and they left Curtis incharge. And Curtis decided he wanted to decorate your room and also make a peephole but you didn't need to know about that.

So when Curtis picked you up from college the very day your parents left, you let out a squeal of joy when you saw all the pink and white paint and all the cute fluffy things in the back of his car.

"Wow suga', you look great in my old clothes"

You giggled. When you both got home, you changed into old clothes that Curtis had so you could paint and not ruin your clothes. Luckily you just had to wear one of his shirts and they looked like a dress on you.

"Don't flatter me big bear! We have work to do!"

"Is that right baby bear?"

"Mhmm!"

And after a chuckle you began painting.

However as you got halfway through your room you got bored and decided to cause mischief. You dipped your roller in paint and rolled all along Curtis's back, to which he let out a dark chuckle. You were frozen when he slowly turned with his brush in hand and a playful gleam in his eye.

And the chase began, you both laughing trying to paint the other, when you finally got him back, he chased you and you were stuck against the wall in the blink of an eye. Curtis had been so fast that he had picked you up and pinned you against the wall so he was slot so comfortably between your thighs.

He chuckled and gently swiped a piece of paint from his thumb into your cheek. Yet all you could hear was your heartbeat and all you could feel was the paintbrush Curtis was holding between your legs where his crotch was. You were so caught up in the hardness that lingered against your cunt that you didn't notice yourself grinding against Curtis's bulge which you believed to be a paintbrush.

You were snapped out of this when he grabbed your chin with his paint covered hand and made you look at him, before he leaned down and kissed you.

You'd never been properly kissed before so this was truly a moment when you felt butterflies and tingles everywhere, all the while Curtis was trying to hold back fucking you against the half painted walls. So he pulled away and pecked your lips again smiling.

"Did you like that baby bear?"

"Yeah! It felt g-good Curtis."

"Good. You wanna do it more baby bear?"

"y-yeah"

"Then you gotta keep it a secret baby bear. You can't tell anyone what we do okay? If anyone finds out they'll think it was all your fault and that you're a slut."

At his words you teared up. You didn't want anyone thinking that! You weren't a slut, you were a good girl. You'd never do anything to warrant you being called a slut, so you agreed and with that you became Curtis's without even knowing.

After you had painted your room fully you had to wait for it to dry, and because of that Curtis had offered to share his bed with you.

Which is where you currently were. Wearing nothing but your cute pink panties and another one of Curtis's top, but this one was flannel. Not any flannel though, it was Curtis's favourite which is why you felt so special.

It was getting late and Curtis was cuddled up to you watching the TV with you. You were watching 50 shades of grey, a naughty movie that you always wanted to watch but never had the courage to. But thankfully Curtis had bullied you into it.

As the movie was getting more sexual, Curtis's hands began moving. You felt his big hand at the bottom of the flannel you were wearing and you felt tingles almost like you were anticipating something but you disregarded it and watched the movie. When suddenly he unbuttoned the bottom button. And then the next. Yet you didn't stop him. You didn't even stop him when his arm was across the valley of your breasts and his hand was unbuttoning the last button.

When he did the flannel fell open and you snuggled against Curtis, pushing your ass against his rock hard erection. He was in fucking heaven. He bet you had no idea that you were horny, and he honestly didn't give a fuck. You were his. And he was gonna fuck you. Tonight.

As you turned your attention back to the movie, Curtis shifted and began kissing your neck while his hand slowly went from your chest to your breast. He groped your tit groaning before he began playing with your nipple until it pebbled. All the while you were letting out weak little moans.

Curtis pushed your shoulder so you were laying with your back flat on the bed when he climbed on top of you and kissed you, still rubbing your tough peak. When he pulled away he leaned down to your forgotten breast and kissed it before he took your other nipple into his mouth suckling it and swirling his tongue around it until it peaked.

You were in heaven whatever you just felt was magical, and you were getting lost in the pleasure. You were so caught up in Curtis fondling your tits you didn't even notice him stripping your panties off. You gasped when you felt something wet lick you down there. When you peaked you saw Curtis looking at you hungrily with his face between you legs. Before you could even question him, he took your clit into his mouth and licked and sucked. You bucked up into his mouth.

All the while one of his hands was lazily playing with your nipple and the other had 2 fingers in your tight virgin cunt. He added another finger, stretching you when he felt you shaking and your liquid coating his tongue and finger.

While you were coming down from your peak you were heedless to see Curtis pulling his cock out of his boxers. If you did you would have said no purely due to the sheer size of him. He was thick and long all decorated with a pair of heavy balls and dark hair.

He moved the head of his cock up and down your slit. Bumping it against your clit and hissing at how you jerked from your sensitivity. He leaned down and kissed your cheek before he muffled the scream from you lips with his hand. He pushed his whole cock in you. Groaning at how tight you were and how well you hugged his cock. He stayed there with his head against your forehead and his cock kissing your cervix. He wiped your tears as he waited for you to adjust.

"This cunt is mine now baby bear. It's fucking mine. So goddam perfect. It's gonna feel good baby, and then you're gonna want my cock all the time suga'. You're gonna want daddies cock all the time."

At his words he felt you get wetter and he knew it was time. He slowly pulled out leaving the tip of his cock in and then pushed back in. Then he began setting a good pace thrusting into you and removing his hand from your mouth to hear your precious little moans.

"Such a good little baby huh? Taking my cock so good. Your little baby pussy is so fucking good that daddy just has to cum in it. You want that huh? You want daddy to mark your baby cunt with his cum yeah? Ofcourse you do, because daddy says so."

All those words were going over you head and all you could do was moan and babble about how stuffed you felt and that you were close.

Curtis could feel you were close and decided to push you by putting his fingers on your clit and circling it until he felt you start to tighten. He groaned as he felt you coat his cock and pubes with your cum and started fucking you fast. When his thrusts stuttered he unloaded his cum in you.

"Did so good baby. So fucking good."

After that first time you really were addicted to his cock. So addicted that here you were, 2 years later. Straddling his 6'7 frame with his cum leaking out of you after riding him. With his help ofcourse.

You didn't even know how he saw you playing with yourself from your room. Only that one moment you were playing with your clit and the next Curtis was slapping it and telling you off for playing with his cunt without his permission.

But despite how he knew what you were doing all the time you were happy. Curtis had recently bought a house for you and him but he said the catch was that if you wanted to live with him, you had to be his wife. And how could you refuse that. He was your protector and your big bear after all.

[catierambles]

Blood Moon Ch.23

Annalisa texted him when she woke up, having a sleepy memory of him pressing his lips to her forehead before he left that morning. She was two hours into delivery invoices in her office before she realized that he never texted her back. Looking at her phone, the message was Sent not Read. Okay, that was odd, but maybe he was just busy. He did tend to get tunnel vision when going over things at the club and forget to check his phone when it chimed at him. Wouldn’t be the first time it took a while for him to realize she had texted him.

Heading downstairs, she saw the folded up paper on the table by the front door and she looked at it curiously. That hadn’t been there last night when they went to bed. Maybe Sy had left her a note before leaving this morning. He often left her little notes. Going over to it, she picked it up and opened it.

Annie—

This ain’t workin’, and I am so sorry—

She barely felt as she hit the floor, her knees giving out from under her as she read over the words.

I need somethin’ normal, somethin’ real, not somethin’ out of a horror movie. I love you, but I can’t be with you. We’re just too different and I’m sorry it took me this long to figure it out. You live in a world I want nothin’ to do with. The more I lived in it, the more I realized I wanted no part of it. You’re not my Mate. I wanted to believe you were, so bad, but you’re not, and no amount of wishin’ will make it true. I know Tovaras is forever, but please, baby, please move on. I’m leavin’ and I ain’t comin’ back. Don’t try to find me. Just let me be and move on with your life.

She didn’t even know she had been crying until the tears hit the lined paper, making the ink bleed.

No, this isn’t right.

Taking her phone out of her pocket, she selected his name, putting it to her ear as it rang. And rang. And rang.

“The person you are trying to reach—Kyle Syverson—” His voice made her breath hitch, “Is unavailable. Please leave a message after the tone.”

“S-Sy?” She stammered out after the beep, “Sy, I just got your letter and I—please, please call me back. I just—I just want to talk. Please.” She ended the call, the phone dropping to the floor from nerveless fingers. She didn’t know how long she sat there, time blurring, but she looked up as the front door opened. Her hopes were dashed when she saw Ethan there and not Sy.

“Annie?” He asked when he saw her on the floor, “Annie, what happened? Are you okay? You missed the meeting and I—” She held the letter out to him with a shaking hand and he took it from her gently, his eyes moving over the words and she jaw the muscle in his jaw jump, his eyes hardening. Putting it on the table, he dug out his phone, putting it to his ear. “Sy, it’s Ethan. Call me the fuck back when you get this, you piece of shit.” Putting his phone back in his pocket, he went to her, crouching and picking her up in his arms easily in a Princess carry.

“Why, Ethan?” She asked, “Why didn’t he just talk to me? Why did he—”

“We’re getting you back in bed, come on.” Ethan said, carrying her up the stairs and to her bedroom. He had lived with her briefly when she first found him, staying in one of the other bedrooms while they got his life sorted out, so he knew where hers was. Tucking her in, he drew the curtains so the room was dark and went to leave the room. He wasn’t going to leave the house, she shouldn’t be alone right now, but when he was confident that she was okay to be, he was going to hunt that bastard down and drag him back by the scruff of his neck.

The TV was on but he wasn’t watching it, the volume down low enough that he would be able to hear if she called for him. A thousand scenarios ran through his head of what he would do when he hunted him down. Can’t kill him, that’d kill Annie. Could make him wish he was dead. Man was Army Special Forces, but Ethan has been a wolf a lot longer than he has. A knock on the door had him looking towards it and he pushed up from the couch, going to it and sighing when he saw who was outside.

“What are you doing here?” Eugene asked.

“Could ask you the same thing.”

“Annie isn’t answering her phone.”

“She’s not in a talking mood.” Ethan said, folding his arms over his chest. “Sy’s gone.”

“What?” Eugene asked, “Gone as in—”

“He left.” Ethan said, “Wrote Annie a letter saying he couldn’t be with her anymore and that he was skipping town. Not to look for him.”

“That fucking dog.” Eugene growled out and tried to enter the house, but Ethan didn’t budge. “Move aside.” He hesitated, but stepped aside, letting him in. “Where is she?”

“Resting.” Ethan said, “Leave her to rest.”

“I’m going to check on her.”

“Let her rest, Eugene.”

“What were you doing?”

“Watching TV.” He said simply, “If she needs us, she’ll call us.” The man ran his fingers through his hair, giving a sigh.

“Very well. Anything good showing?”

“Not really.” Ethan said and closed the door as Eugene walked into the living room, sitting down on the couch heavily.

They were halfway through a movie when there was another knock on the door and Ethan got up to answer it, seeing a man he didn’t know on the doorstep.

“Help you?” He asked.

“Who are you?” He asked in return.

“Ethan Turner, friend of Annies’. Who are you?”

“Pete. Syverson. Kyle’s brother.” He said and Ethan felt the skin between his shoulders tighten. Did he know what his brother had been planning? “Is Kyle here?”

“You haven’t heard from him?”

“Not all day.” Pete said, “It was startin’ to worry me because it ain’t like him to ignore texts all day. A couple hours, sure, but not all day, and my wife wanted his and Annie’s opinion on a flower arrangement she found for their weddin’.”

“Sorry, bud, but I’m guessing the wedding is called off. Your brother dumped Annie and left town.”

“What?” Pete asked incredulously. “He wouldn’t do that!”

“He did.” Ethan said, “Left a note and everything.”

“Can I read it? This ain’t like him.” Pete said and Ethan thought a moment before stepping aside to let him in.

“It’s on the table.” Ethan said with a gesture and Pete went over, picking up the paper and reading over it, his lips moving as his eyes moved across the page.

“Ethan?” Eugene asked, leaning in the archway to the living room. “Who is this?”

“Sy’s brother Pete.” Ethan said simply.

“Kyle didn’t write this.” Pete said, looking up at them from the paper.

“Wishing won’t make it real.” Ethan said.

“No, you don’t get it. Kyle has a very mild form of dyslexia, makes him mix his letter up. He went through a lot of therapy as a kid to get his writin’ right, but it still comes out when he’s stressed.” Pete said, “So unless my brother is a goddamn psychopath and felt absolutely nothin’ as he was writin’ a goodbye letter to his fiance, or—”

“Or he didn’t write it.” They looked up, seeing Annalisa at the top of the stairs. “He didn’t write it.”

“They got his handwritin’ down, but he don’t like people knowin’ about his learnin’ disability as it’s mostly under control. Unless they knew him growin’ up, they wouldn’t’ve known about it.” Pete said, “He didn’t write this letter, Annie.”

“Pete...” Annalisa said.

“I’m callin’ Brian, lettin’ him know Kyle’s missin’ and someone forged a letter sayin’ he was leavin’ town. We need to get people on this now.” He said and took his phone out.

“Eugene, think you could—” Ethan started, but stopped as the man was no longer there, the front door open.

[sterekchub]

Okay but I need more of Frat Bro!Derek! His insatiable appetites are quite…invigorating!

Okay this was going to be WAY longer and more cohesive but.....I lost my train of thought midway through. I love frat bro Derek though- either fattening up Stiles or becoming the frat pet himself... ***** "He's perfect." "Stiles, seriously? The guy who looks like he runs track and lifts weight for fun?" "It's his fourth time here. Today." "Lucky," one of the guys mumbled. "Wish I could have an unlimited meal plan.” “I give it two months and he’ll be twenty pounds heavier. Danny looked him up.” “Already?!” “Family money, his tuition is fully covered, middle-child from a big family…” “So looking for attention and open to parties?” “Fuck yes.” “What did I say? Perfect.” Stiles walked confidently up to Derek’s table. “Hi, have you thought about pledging for a fraternity? Epsilon Alpha Tau would love to have you.” ***** “When I say ‘go’ start chugging! Loser doesn’t make it to the next round.” Derek took no time. Grab a beer from the table, pop open the side of the can, pop the top, chug, swallow, repeat. He could hear the crowd cheering for everyone, was vaguely aware of the other recruits next to him trying to keep pace. He wasn’t bothered – they were all going to lose.

Sure enough less than thirty minutes in, all the other guys had stopped, drunkenly sprawled on the lawn amongst all the empty cans. Derek could have easily stopped, he must have one by at least two or three, but he couldn’t. Stiles eyes were fixed on him - *everyone’s* eyes were fixed on him, and felt their attention go right to his head. He was the center of attention, and he was going to give them a show. **** When they finally accept Derek into their fraternity- he's 60 pounds heavier. The weekly beer chug has graduated to Stiles rolling in full kegs of beer, and Derek draining them until his belly was sloshing and stretched to the size of a yoga ball. Then there were pizza nights. The Taco Tuesdays. The hot wing Thursdays. Derek is always the center of attention, always being encouraged and poked and prodded to eat more. His skin is so much more sensitive as it expands - nipples hardening as frat brothers laugh and squeeze his softening moobs. Stomach that is always so full and sore, even brushing against it usually elicits a moan and burp. They bring him down to the basement where they have a 3 tiered cake ready for him with EAT in greek letters. Derek accepts the initiation happily - a pig nose gets placed over his own, a vibrating pig-tail buttplug in his ass....and he gets eating. *******

Graduation: "So, what are your...plans for after graduation?" It's a polite question from a shocked professor. Derek hadn't attended any classes for the last two years. By the end of his sophomore year, he was kicked out of his Chemistry class for eating during the labs, always skipped his economics class because it was in the furthest building from the frat house and he would get winded halfway through and go to the cafeteria instead. By senior year, it was difficult getting Derek out of the frat house at all. He was the fraternity project- all of them taking turns making sure Derek was satisfied, overfed and rapidly expanding. The results of being fed by a household of men was astounding - Derek had tripled in size. Derek looked confused at the question. He was sitting on his scooter at the back of the graduation hall. Graduation cap on his head and the fraternity T-Shirt stretched tightly over the blubbery folds of his belly. "Graduation? *burrRRPP* I don't *Pffpffrttt*...." "He's staying with us," Stiles chimed in. "Epsilon Alpha Tau for life, right, Der?" Derek nodded, although with such a thick double chin obscuring his neck, he really just moved his head down enough to create an even fatter third chin. He had no idea what was going on, barely even remembered he was supposed to graduate. If there wasn't food, he wasn't interested. The professor shook their head and walked away. Stiles leaned over "Our new recruits can't wait to get a turn with the legendary frat pig......."

[yunshoto]

am i nothing to you?

word count: 11.7k

genre: smut, angst, fluff

wooyoung x reader

summary: when someone is usually dominant, what happens when he meets someone who tests him? who makes him beg for the pleasure he usually gets without even asking it, knowing all girls would whoop their asses into his face, and he would eat their pussy until they dried. what if you thought he would fall for you afterward, only to find out otherwise? would you stay? or would you leave him behind and go on?

yeosang is known for the dominance that could hold you if you stare into his captivating eyes. his gaze felt like a shooting arrow that coursed through your skin. you would never think that staring at him during classes would be unnoticed; admiring his appealing beauty should be an excuse. you know that you don't have any chance to lay him.

you knew he was a dominant, not a pushover, not someone who willingly begs for a pleasurable night. who begs his life to come accompanied by a twitching and hardened cock. you're not dominant like him; no, you're not. you merely want to explore his body. you want to know what was there between his menacing eyes. you want to prove he's certainly not a pushover. 

the class is over, and you don't realize that time passed by that fast until the one you've been staring at comes to flick your forehead. "why'd you stare at me? " yeosang sneered at you. you gasped in your seat, "oh, am i? or are you being cocky about yourself? " you snapped at him. you tried to come as bratty as testing it was, and it did wonders for him. 

it makes yeosang intrigued by you. it makes him want to know you, and it's as simple as that. he knew that you weren't as near as innocent by the way your eyes hinted at him. he hummed, "i see. well, you should know that staring is rude, " he smirked. "my bad, " you coyly said. you stood up and packed your pieces of stuff. you bit your lips while trailing your fingers up to his collar, "could you be a dear and move? " you asked. 

yeosang squinted his eyes and pulled his hands up. you walked past him before he stopped you. "wait, " he said. he gave you a paper to write your number. "oh, what a surprise, " you chuckled. "i'm sorry, but i ain't giving it for free. you could have this, though, " you peck the corner of the paper, stamping it with your lips. you leaned closer to him and whispered, "try harder, " your lips were close enough to brush his ear. he could feel the warmth of your breath gushing against his skin, which made his stomach tighten. 

yeosang wanted to grab you and fuck you here and there, but he contained his lust within his body and decided to smirk, "what do you want me to do? " he said. "go figure, " you said as if you were confident enough to face him when he did that. you didn't know that when you tested him, he had planned the nastiest things he could do for your bratty behaviors.

you have never heard anything from yeosang since that day until one of the most embarrassing days of your life. wooyoung trapped you in his hands inside one of the restroom stalls in a cheap club. you remember that his name is wooyoung. he had hooked up with you while you were drinking.

you were stressed out that night after a long stressful week filled with an assignment. you've been staring at wooyoung coyly while he was sitting across your table. he had noticed your gaze and started to walk upon you. "hmm, why is someone like you sitting here alone? " he asked softly. "just cause, what about you? " you asked him. 

wooyoung chuckled, "i don't know. do you want to play a game with me? " he asked. and as intriguing as it was, you agreed to play with him. he sat beside your seat, "so, what's your name? " you asked. "it's wooyoung, " he replied. "i'm (y/n), " you chuckled. the talk went on and on until it reached its peak. his gaze is stunning. the way he tilted his head to talk with you, the way he leaned closer and closer, and the way his hand naturally landed on your thighs.

wooyoung rubbed your thighs in and out. "wooyoung, " you groaned. "what is it, cake? " he asked. because before this, both of you agree to see which one of you goes off first. you tried to grind and hump on top of his laps but failed miserably. he held it in quite fine until he let it off on you. his hands trail more profoundly to your inner thighs. you let out a deep sigh, "answer me, " he demanded while leaning his lips toward your neck, which made you shiver. 

"no, i'm not giving up, " you whimpered, knowing damn well your lower had been wet since earlier. wooyoung rubbed your pulse in the neck with his other hand and pressed a kiss there. your legs tremble when you feel his breath brush your skin. "do you like it, cake? " he whispered. that's it; you can't do this. you hooked your hands on the nook of his neck. you could feel his breathy huff from his mouth, which turned you on even more. 

wooyoung pecked your jaw, and you ground your body closer to him before he pulled you up and guided you to the restroom stool. he slammed you to the walls and kicked the door closed. "fuck, (y/n), " he kissed your lips. he tried to contain his lust inside of him, but he couldn't when you whimpered under his touch. you can't imagine hooking up with random strangers in the club, but the pleasure is inevitable.

wooyoung smashed his lips into yours, and his finger slipped into your ripped jeans, curling your clit with his knees rubbing your pussy. you lean your neck against the walls while your finger pulls his head closer to yours to deepen the kiss. he had you under his spells. he kept circling his thumbs up and down your clit while he bit your neck softly. 

you pulled him off and switched places with him, only to remove his pants. you looked at him pleadingly before bobbing your head with his cock inside your mouth. he bit his lips and pulled your hair when he thrust his hips until his cock hit behind your throats. you gagged a bit but couldn't stop to keep sucking it. you drool over his cock, and you use that to lubricate his balls. 

he pulled you up, and he undressed you. wooyoung finds it easy when he sees you aren't wearing anything underneath. he smirked while humming in contentment, feeling proud, "you do make it easy for me, " he said while his finger pressed down one of your nipples and pinched the others. "woo, " you moaned. you felt something sting you like an electric course electrocuted you, but here, it's not an electric course or anything, but wooyoung's tongue licked your nipple. he licked, bit, and sucked them like he was hungry for the milk inside you.

you never felt like this before, never felt someone could give you the satisfaction of a nipple orgasm this hard. you jerked wooyoung's cock off with your hand while crying for his name softly because you were scared someone might've heard you. "what the fuck, " someone opened the restroom and closed them real quick. you're unsure whether wooyoung noticed it, but you're sure it was someone you knew from his low growl. 

you would care about any of that, but you can't seem to bring it up to yourself. the high of the pleasure you're going to have is near because not long after, you are close but before anything else, "come for me, cake, " wooyoung groaned because he's as close as you with your skilled hand throwing him way into heaven. your cum dripping from your pussy untouched and merely by him toying with your nipple, making you lose the game. 

you would let wooyoung celebrate his victory, but you're too concerned about him. you bent down to suck his cock while jerking it off and within a few heads bobbed up and down; he came inside your mouth. you glanced at him while licking his cock with his cum slipped out from your mouth. wooyoung took your head inside his hands, rubbed your wet pussy with his thumbs, and placed it on your lips. 

"suck it, cake, " wooyoung said. that name made your stomach swoop, and you can't help to suck your cum from your leaking wet pussy. "good girl, " he whispered. he pulled out some paper towels and damped them with the water from the sink to clean your pussy. the cold water hit you and made you wince a bit. "there, there, baby, " he said while cleaning you up. "a good pussy will get its treat if it obeys his master, " he chuckled. he could see the way your pussy clenched when he said that. "oh, you like it, don't you? " he teased. 

"stop, " you shyly said while pulling your pants up and getting dressed. "well, i would never forget a good pussy like you who whimpers with the slightest touch. i'm down with anything if you want to be laid next time, " wooyoung pecked your neck's pulse while pulling your phone from your back pocket, signaling you to call him anytime soon. you smirked at him and walked out of the restroom first, but before you reached your table, yeosang had waited for you.

you saw yeosang standing there with a sinister grin on his face. "wow, i could never, " he rolled his eyes. you looked at him confusedly and embarrassed when you realized he had watched you. he saw you fucking with some stranger. "w-what do you mean? " you asked him while stammering. "nothing, but whatever that man can do, i promise you i could do better, " he chuckled. you hummed, "well, as far as i remember, you haven't done anything to prove yourself, " you snapped at him, bringing you back from your pleasant heaven. 

"i could, actually, but i don't know if you were ready for it, " yeosang confessed. you bluntly looked at him, "uh, huh? nice excuse, though, " you rolled your eyes. still, you knew he was dominant, but you're a fool to realize that he's capable of everything you craved. if you think what you have now is heaven, you haven't seen god. you haven't experienced the real thing. "meet me tomorrow at 7 pm next to the diner in front of our campus, " he demanded. you frowned, your eyes in doubt, "as if, " he cut you off, "be there, and you'll know what kind of things i could do, " 

you did what yeosang had said the following day. the bratty pussy you are, you decided to show up with a white sleeveless and tight top. ripped shorts accompanied you. you knew it would be 7 pm and bet everyone would be there to see you. you showed up at the diner and found yeosang had already sat outside with his long sweatshirt. you approached him, and he stared at you in disbelief, "what the fuck, (y/n), " he groaned. 

"don't you wanna touch it? " you coyly asked. yeosang quickly stood up and dragged you away from there to his nearby parked car. he sneered at you while pulling off his sweatshirt, "what were you thinking? " he grumbled. "it was hot, okay, and you should stop being so whiny about it, " you said. "ugh, you just wait, " he placed his sweatshirt over your shoulders to cover your cold body. he knew it wasn't that hot because it's a fucking winter.

yeosang rushed you into his car. he had turned his car on and was ready to bolt off. you sat beside him while tidying his sweatshirt to fit into your body. you crossed your legs, and he squinted his eyes at your thigh. you had noticed his gaze, which strikes you as deep as it is. you spread your legs open, smirked at him, and bit your lips at him, "i bet wooyoung would rail me by now, " you said while trailing your fingers on top of your lips. 

you didn't know that toying with yeosang's thirst would end badly with you begging under him and praying while he kept stimulating your pussy. he chuckled and shook his head softly, "sweetie, he would never be the best as me, " he said with a cocky smile. "oh, are you sure? cause the last time i checked; you chickened out when i told you to prove it to me, " you rolled your eyes. "stop it, " he firmly said. "what? " you side-eye him. "stop it with your eyes, " he said. "ugh, " you whined while rolling your eyes. yeosang only sighed and kept his cool, knowing that you probably would roll your eyes back to god shortly.

you boldly leaned your body closer to him, "yeosang, i'm cold, " you whined. "i told you, " he said, but before anything, you placed your hand on his crotch and hummed in contentment, "ah, this is nice, " you rubbed his crotch softly, making him grunt submissively under his deep voice. "oh, you like it? i thought you were much of a dominant, but you're not, " you chuckled while twirling your thumbs on his crotch. he groaned and tried hard to keep his focus on the road. luckily, his house wasn't that far. 

"keep your hands off me, (y/n), " yeosang moaned. he tried to buckle up his crotch in your touch, but you quickly pushed him, "no, i'm in charge here, " you firmly said while rubbing your breast against his arm. "please, (y/n), " he said. you can feel his cock twitching and hardened under his pants. "what? do you want it inside my mouth? " you asked. you heard his growls gushing in your ears. you feel satisfied and peck his neck with your hot gust, making him shiver. he kept groaning and moaning your name during the ride. 

as soon as yeosang parked his car in front of his house, he walked out of his car and quickly uplifted you to his shoulder. you can't proceed with this because it is all happening too fast. there was a tightened knot in your stomach that you had hoped for him to do to you in the first place. "you should be reflecting on your behavior, " he firmly said while squeezing your back thigh with his other hand. you moaned softly, "yeosang, " you said. he chuckled and grinned across his face, "oh, you beg now? or is it a moan? " he asked while whooping his hands on your jiggly ass, making you jolt out. 

"sweetie, i could feel your wetness dripping on my shoulder, " he said while plopping you down onto the couch. "if you wanna know what i'm capable of, i want to tell you that it's not anything near to what people usually do, " yeosang explained. you rolled your eyes again, and that's it. yeosang smacked his lips onto yours while rubbing your waist with his hands. at first, you try to fight him because you are still in disbelief that he is that man, but soon enough to give up when his tongue manages to penetrate your mouth. 

yeosang grabbed your ass to carry you to his bedroom without letting off the kiss even for a sec and plopped you down there. you placed your hands on his chest and started engulfing your fingers through his smooth hair. your nails began to prick the skin on his neck. he pulled your pants down, "hmm, you're wet, " he hummed. you moaned his name when he pulled your panty off, letting the cold air sting your pussy. when his finger brushed your pussy with his thumb, you unconsciously thrust your pussy at him. 

"not yet, baby, " yeosang said while pushing you down slowly onto the bed. he pecked every inch of your jawline to your neck. you kept moaning for his name, making him smirk on his way to suck your neck, leaving a purplish bruise that made you dig your lips with your tongue, trying to lower your voice. yeosang quickly whispered to you, "moan for me, " like a command it is, you moaned for his name over and over. you're quick to whimper under him when he inserts two fingers inside you. 

yeosang curled his finger inside while rubbing your clit with his thumb skillfully. you are sure that no one could give you an incredible job other than yourself, but he proved you wrong. his fingers kept rubbing inside of you, which made your eyes roll back. "yeo–, " you whimpered. he hummed and smirked at your moan. he leaned closer to your neck and kissed your neck. he sucked your neck harshly, which made you moan under his lips which made your neck turn color. 

he undressed your body slowly, from his sweater to your clothes. "what a nice body you have, " yeosang said. you looked at yeosang pleadingly because you wanted to be relieved. "yeosang, " you said while trying to reach for his face. "i like it when you beg for me, " he said. you redden at his compliments and bit your lips softly. he brushes your cheek and pecks them. 

yeosang rubbed your nipple while groping your breast firmly. you tried to stop his hand, and although it was good, you felt like it was too much that your legs shook. "what, baby? i thought you knew that you signed up for this. you were testing me that much, but look at you, " he whispered. you felt a knot inside your stomach, "yeosang, please, " you begged. yeosang quickly pulled his hand off and placed it with his tongue. "come for me, baby, " he said. you do as he said and come. your cum spread all over his mouth due to his skillful tongue. 

yeosang licked your clit slowly; he then traveled to your lips. he placed his thumbs inside your mouth, and he sunk his teeth into your lips. you forcibly taste your cum. yeosang then licked your jaw and whispered, "you're good, baby, " he said. you sighed a bit of relief and relaxed a bit on his bed. little did you know, yeosang had placed your hand tied on his headboard. he put a bowl of ice beside his bed stand that he had prepared after rushing to his refrigerator quickly. 

"yeosang, " you whined. yeosang fixed your position, trailing the ice on his mouth from your lips to your nipple slowly. he circled them around your nipple. your nipple hardened due to the stimulation. you wailed over and over again. his hand strokes your cheek, and his thumb brushes your lips, diverting your mind from his mouth that was already rubbing your clit with ice. your breathy moan turned him on and made his cock tent up inside his pants. he sat up on top of you and whacked your boobs firmly. you bit your lips because you slightly enjoyed this. 

he rubbed your thighs, and when the ice melted, he toyed with your clit. he pulled down his pants and spiked closer to you. "open your mouth, baby, " yeosang said. you opened your mouth lewdly and pushed his cock inside your mouth. he thrust it in slowly while you looked at him with eyes full of thirst and desire. looking at him with a hunger for his cock. you bobbed your head at the same pace as him. steadily, and your tongue twirled his cock. you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth when it hit your throat. you tried to hold your gag because you wanted to taste him fully. you want to explore his cock until the very last breath in your lungs. 

"(y/n), i'm–, " yeosang said. he thrust his cock more profoundly, and when he was about to pull out but you held him in with your mouth and kept sucking his cock. he shoots his cum inside your mouth, which tastes nice and makes you swallow them. he pulled out his cock while his cum dripped from your mouth to your chin, pouring down your chest. "babe, you don't have to swallow them, " he said. you shook your head, "it's okay, " you smiled. 

yeosang untied your hand, "this is what i'm capable of doing, (y/n), " he said. he rubbed your red wrist. "i'm sorry about this, though, " he added. you brushed his cheek, "it's okay, yeo, " you replied. "it's my turn, now, " you said while crawling onto his chest, which made him plop down onto his bed. like the fine pussy you are, you licked every inch of his body, from his neck to his balls. cleaning every inch of them from sweat and leaking cums that dripped from his cock. yeosang kept growling at your name, the pain inside his cock that wanted to come again grew fast.

not sure how that night lasted, but every round, both of you take turns to do each other. it was nice, but something was missing. you wanted something to fill inside you, and there was a throbbing feeling that yeosang wanted his cock to be wrapped tightly inside your warm pussy. you didn't count how many times both of you came, but you were pretty sure you both had dried out. you remember he cleans you up and bathes together until the shower turns into one last round for you and him before you, and he is wholly dried. 

it was something after a week or so later that your relationship grew with yeosang. from an exchange of soft smiles, giggles, and cute banter during the day, to harsh grunts, growls, and cum in each other's mouths. yeosang hadn't taken this to another level, but you wanted him to. you truly wanted him to thrust into your spot and spread his cum there, spread it to fill your pussy. you wanted to feel his twitched cock beneath you.

until that day, he had asked you to join his family for a ski trip during christmas break. although there's nothing official between the two of you, he wanted you to come because one of his cousins would come, and he's unamused about spending time with him after an incident that happened a few weeks ago. you agreed to go with him since you didn't have anything to do that day and your supposed family is going overseas to visit some relatives there, and you don't want to interfere with their work meeting. 

"c'mon, pack now. i'll pick you up at 7 am tomorrow, " yeosang said while you were cuddling inside his arms after tons of rounds and gently playing with him because he didn't want to numb your legs, for tomorrow is the ski trip. you kept whining that you were too lazy to pack because it'll be a hassle to stay up late. "unless you help me, i won't do it until tomorrow morning, " you pouted. "ugh, fine, " he growled while dressing himself. you giggled softly and did the same. you're excited about this ski trip. little did you know that a certain someone would show up too. 

yeosang helped you pack your things up and kissed you goodnight. he tried to contain his lust so he won't do another round at your house. the following day came, and yeosang picked you up at 7 am. he loaded your stuff inside his car and fastened your seatbelt on the passenger seat. he smiled at you before he turned his car on, "are you ready, babe? " he said. you nodded softly and returned his smile. he was wearing something soft and comfortable. a fluffy beige-toned sweater with a padded black jacket and jeans covered his body, making him look more attractive than ever.

the ride was fun, with him telling how he despised his cousin for clicking his button every time they met each other. it was at noon you, and he arrived at the lodging that yeosang's parents owned. you didn't realize who he had been talking about until you met him at the resort that was near the ski. since you're yeosang's plus one, you're his roommate with a king-sized bed. his family was friendly and said that yeosang had talked about you before and expected him to bring you on this ski trip. "oh, you talked about me? " you asked him while unpacking your stuff. yeosang only hummed because he was shy about it. you only giggled at him, and suddenly, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you closer to him and placed his head on your shoulder. 

"(y/n), " yeosang whispered in your ear. he hummed lowly and pecked your neck. it all started with a soft and fluttering peck, and suddenly it turned into a beastie kiss with a harsh bite around your neck. it looks like he wanted to eat you because, after all these weeks, he craved your body even more. he desired you. he wanted you to be only his. he had never felt this way but seeing how submissive you are under his touch, how you react to every compliment he gives to you in every moment he can while eating your pussy, yeosang liked the way that you're a good girl who gave him a fantastic blowjob that he had never experienced before. 

yeosang liked you, but he didn't know it was that deep. he loved you. he wanted you. he yearned for you to be his. instead, he's just in denial because he's afraid of it. he's scared that he can't treat you ideally. he's worried that this fling went through him just because you're that good to him. he had laid his eyes on you since you made him fall into you at first sight. how you made his stomach filled with butterflies. "what is it, yeo? " you softly asked while brushing his finger with yours. "nothing, " he smiled because he couldn't bring himself to say he loves you. 

yeosang trailed his hands to your thigh. he had clasped your hand behind your back with his other hand. his smooth and subtle move made you not realize that this was happening. he pushed his knee through your thigh gap and rubbed them against your covered pussy. you whimpered softly. you bite your lower lips because you don't want people next to your room to hear your moan. it was getting there when yeosang attempted to unclasp your bra. it was great until someone rang the doorbell. yeosang grunted while you stood there, while you came back from your hazy mind. 

"shit, yeo, where the fuck is the chick you bought? " a familiar voice said. "fuck off, " yeosang tried to push the other out of his room before he finally succeeded and saw you. "woo? " you gasped. "(y/n), " wooyoung said. yeosang stood there side-eyed wooyoung, "leave, woo, " yeosang said. wooyoung only smirked and went closer to you. he saw a lot of purplish marks around your neck and chuckled. "geez, yeo, what are you doing? you're eating her up, " he giggled. your cheeks reddened, and you noticed that your bra was still unclasped. 

wooyoung pulled you in closer and hugged you, and he purposely rubbed his chest against yours to feel how hard it was for him while remembering the night at the club. you silently love it and rub his chest with your fingers. yeosang overlooked that; he only saw it as a hug. "nice to meet you here, (y/n), " wooyoung said. "see you at dinner, " he added while walking out of the room. yeosang gruffed his breath while closing the door and pushed you down to the bed. "let me have my lunch first, " he said while pulling your pants and eating your pussy out. 

your legs are whimpering while walking to the designed place inside the lodging. yeosang guided you while holding your hands. upon entering the dining room, the maid had set up the table, wooyoung surprisingly arrived, and he sat near his parents. yeosang ushered you to sit first while he grabbed you some water. you didn't know where to sit until wooyoung waved his hand at you and signaled you to sit next to him because it was vacant. "may i sit here? " you asked him softly. "sure, cake, " he smiled at you. 

you giggled at wooyoung. both of you talked about what happened after that night. how he, surprisingly, had waited for you to contact him. "i thought we'll be in touch soon, " he said while leaning in one of his arms toward the table. "or did yeosang punish you? " wooyoung jokingly added. you smacked his stomach softly, "no, i don't have time because of homework, " you said. you don't want to lie that you forget when you're not, and you certainly can't bring yourself to tell him that, yes, yeosang had punished you. 

wooyoung smirked at you and rubbed your cheek gently. he was about to peck them when yeosang came and pulled you beside him. "fuck off, woo, " he snorted. he pulled you to sit next to him across the table. you can only look at wooyoung while shrugging your shoulders with a pitied look. yeosang kept quiet during dinner. he's not himself. he can't know that you and wooyoung fuck each other in a dirty restroom. doing things, he can't bring himself to do the same with you. he's neither mad nor angry with you. he's frustrated. he's scared. most of all, he's doubtful about it. he doubted himself.

you place your hands under the table and caress his palm. "are you okay? " you whispered. he looked at you with a tainted smile. he nodded his head before he nuzzled them to your neck. you smiled and continued some conversation with his relatives beside you. it was a fun dinner. it was nice and felt like home. you like how the family treated you despite yeosang, who's a total introvert. when he meets with someone, he needs to be a full-on guard and be a soft yet beastie boy in bed and with you.  

yeosang has a timid personality, yet he's kind. yeosang rubbed your thigh once more before saying, "i think (y/n) and i will head back now, " he said. you looked at him absentmindedly. you stared at the pulse on his muscular arms when he linked his arms onto yours and wrapped them around your waist. a pair of jealous eyes accompanied by greed inside his mind, wooyoung snickered at yeosang and rolled his eyes. he quickly left the table, "i'm off too; i need to unpack some stuff, " wooyoung said while walking off the table.

yeosang pulled your hand softly back to the lodge. weirdly enough, as soon as both of you entered the room, yeosang pushed you against the wall, "i told you, don't test me, " yeosang groaned in your ear. he looked at your bruised neck and leaned closer to them. "the more i look into it, the more i realize that you don't have to cover them so that wooyoung knows that you're mine, " yeosang added. 

it hits you right inside your little heart—the way he said he owned you, making a loud wailing inside your ears. you like the name, but you don't know if it's that you are indeed his or just his buddy to fuck. you decided to sink that feeling and wrapped your arms around him. "i'm yours, yeosang, " you said. he brushed your neck with his thumb. he pecked your neck softly while carrying your legs around his waist. he placed his lips onto yours and nimble them. it was chaste and sweet. 

the kiss was pure and soft. you didn't notice how yeosang had already managed to undress you. "yeosang, " you whimpered when the cold air hit your body. his tongue licked your nipple softly. although there are rushing courses of anger that wooyoung touched you earlier, he contains it like you don't want to ruin your body. his finger toyed with your clit while circling them. you kept moaning, but his name. you're afraid that the person next door might hear you. yeosang stopped his play, and he didn't care about how you were about to come or the neighbors that might listen to your moan. 

"moan for my name, (y/n), " yeosang demanded. you bit your lips and looked at him, "yeosang, " you whined. you looked into his lips and thought about how those plump lips could eat you like he's starved for weeks. yeosang leaned forward to your lips, knowing you wanted them only to brush them softly. you tried to reach for them, only for yeosang to bite yours first. it was a bit more harsh than usual. he dug into your lips with his teeth, making them swollen. his tongue had already dominated your mouth. you can't remember well how pleasant it is. how his fingers are back into your pussy with soft thumbs rubbing your clit sends you to your high, or how the kiss turns into something lustful with saliva dripping from both of your mouths. 

yeosang made your legs tremble when he pushed his three fingers in and rubbed them like he knew every spot of yours. you arched your back to make it easier for him with his lips now sucking your nipple. "you never disappoint me, (y/n), " yeosang mumbled to your ears. "yeosang, " you whined. "come for me, " he said. he quickly paces up his fingers, and not long after, you come. you let out a breathy exhale while he tried to remove his pants. he wanted to jerk himself off before you stopped him. 

you spat on your palm and started to play with his hardened cock. you sunk his cock into your mouth with your hand jerking the part that your mouth couldn't reach. it hits the back of your throat, and it fills you. yeosang thrust his cock deeper into you with low grunts from his mouth. you felt his cock twitching inside your mouth. you bobbed your head faster so that you could feel his twitched cock. not long after, "i'm going to come, " yeosang said. he spurted his cum inside your mouth. you looked so lewd with all the sweat, messy hair, and swollen lips. he had the desire inside of him. 

yeosang gently caressed your hair and tucked them behind your ears, "(y/n), " he whispered. "yeosang, " you replied. he plopped you to sit down, "i want you. i want you so bad that i don't know if i can handle this anymore, " yeosang said. you smiled at him softly, "yeosang, please, i want to be complete. please fill me in, " you begged. you straddled him with your sprawled leg. "tell me if you are slightly uncomfortable, " yeosang gently said. he placed his hand under your mouth and told you to spit, and he lubricated his cock with it. 

yeosang toyed with your clit one more time before he pushed his cock inside your pussy. he growled lowly under his breath, and his grunts made your pussy clench on his cock. you moaned softly, calling for his name before he thrust in slowly and steadily. yeosang trapped your hands on your head and crashed his lips onto yours. "yeosang, faster, please, " you wept. yeosang made his thrust faster and growled harshly. the sudden contentment filled you. how his cock fit your tight pussy. your pussy clenched onto his as his hard cock bulged harder and twitched inside you.

yeosang wrapped his hands around your waist to help your thrust. you can feel yeosang's thrust getting sloppy, and that's when you know he's about to come. "yeosang, i'm close, " you said. he thrust faster, and that's when you felt a tight knot in your stomach. you moaned as yeosang's grunts filled the room. it was stuffy and filled with hot air. you came first, and then he followed. both of you felt content, and there was a slight worry in yeosang's eyes before you whispered, "it's okay, i'm on my pills, " you softly said while coming down from your 9th heaven with a hazy and cloudy mind.

yeosang plopped down next to you, and he spread his arms to nestle your body in his. you squirmed your body to his and nuzzled your head in his chest. "i love you, " yeosang whispered. you heard him, but you pretended to be asleep. your cheeks redden, and your heart thumps, but you can listen to his heart too. it felt like a lullaby to your ears and sang you to sleep. his heartbeat felt like lulling you to one of your tremendous sleep. it was nice.

you fluttered your eyes open the following day only to meet with a flowery scent from yeosang. he smells nice. you wriggled yourself out of his arms and went to the bathroom to take a bath because it was sticky, and the previously glistened body with sweats had already dried. you thought of yeosang's words from last night while showering. it makes butterflies flutter inside your stomach. you dressed in the bathrobe because your clothes were in your luggage; when you opened the door, you saw yeosang had already woken up and was waiting for you to come out from the bathroom. 

yeosang smiled at you and wrapped his arms softly around your freshly showered body. "you smell nice, " he said with a deep raspy voice. it effortlessly swooped your heart as he tucked a piece of hair behind your ears. you smiled at him, "good morning, " you said. "how's your sleep? " you asked him attentively. "it was great; actually, i feel nice. how about you? " he asked. you nodded your head and replied with a yes. he pecked your temple before moving to the bathroom to shower. you dressed as warmly as possible because the last time you checked, today would be the coldest day. you knocked on the bathroom door and told yeosang that you were going to grab some breakfast. 

you went to the lodging's kitchen to grab some breakfast for yeosang, too, but in the hallway, you met with wooyoung, who just went out of his room. he waved at you and bid you good morning. you return his smile and walk past him. he called you, "(y/n), " he exclaimed. you nervously looked at him, "yes? " you asked him. "you don't want to talk with me, no? " he asked. you shook your head, "no, i mean, yes. i mean, no. i was just on my way to grab some breakfast, " you replied. "oh, me too; let's go together, " he suggested. you agreed and walked side by side with him. 

the bruises on your neck were visible to many pairs of eyes. it was something that you tried to hide with your long silk with a slight wave at the lower hair. wooyoung's hand grazed your hand and held it. "it'll be better like this, it was cold after all, and i don't think yeosang would mind, " he said while smiling at you. you liked how his hand fit into yours, but it doesn't feel right. something is missing in this; in short, this is not yeosang's hand. you could feel some pulse in his hands, but it wasn't yeosang's. you could feel his heartbeat through his vibration, but it wasn't yeosang's. it feels different, but still, you want something from him. 

wooyoung, who sensed something from you, quickly pressed you against the wall. he stared at your eyes and leaned closer to your lips. you gazed at his lips, probably waiting to eat its prey or his eyes haunting you since that night. his breath whiffed through your skin as you gulped down your saliva. he brushed your neck and saw the bruise. he pecked them one by one, making you let out a small moan. "cake, you like this, do you? " wooyoung smirked. you can't reply to him because it might come out as a moan again. it was then he landed his savory lips into yours. it collapsed harshly; unlike yeosang's, your mouth filled with wooyoung's tongue and kiss that was evident to the public as a lustful kiss. 

wooyoung slowly moved his hands toward your waist, and as if this wasn't a public space, he dipped his finger into your thick sweater. you can only muffle your moan with your hand covering them. you don't want him to do this, but to your discovery, you like this. you like to be toyed with in a public space. you liked how you need to be quiet so that people won't notice anything beneath you. you heard a faint sound of footsteps walking toward the both of you, and that's when wooyoung pulled out and quickly pushed you softly from behind to walk away. "(y/n), " you heard yeosang calling for your name. you glanced at the source of the sound and smiled right away. 

there's a glimpse of worry on yeosang's face while seeing you with wooyoung. it was a heartbreaking sight, but what could he do besides pulling you closer to him and walking with him? he wrapped you in his arms, "what is it, wooyoung? " yeosang asked. "nothing, " he replied while scoffing at yeosang. wooyoung felt like he was winning, "i'm leaving, hungry that much, " he said while waving at both of you. yeosang hastily hugged, "did he do anything to you? " yeosang asked. "not really, " you replied. his hug seems so warm and fuzzy. you snuggled your head onto his chest. he rubbed your hair, "c'mon, let's eat, " he softly led you to the kitchen.

you heard that yeosang's sister is going skiing today, and you were silently excited about this. you like skiing, and it's one of your fortes, and you're perfect. yeosang saw your smile crossing your face and made a soft giggle out of his mouth. after breakfast, you and yeosang went to the ski place next to the lodging. he held your hand with his soft gloves. "yeosang, let's go to the highest one, " you exclaimed excitedly. "uh, are you sure? " he asked. you nodded at him and dragged him to the line to ride the gondola to the highest course. 

it was cold, and the air flurried against your body and yeosang's. you shivered hard and huddled your body closer to yeosang. "baby, are you okay? " yeosang asked while curling you up inside him. you nodded and wrapped your hands around his waist. you bit your lips while looking at him pleadingly as yeosang leaned close to you. he bopped your nose with his. you could feel his warm breath grazing your skin. you slowly leaned your lips to his and kissed him. you mold his lips with yours and softly bite them. it was as chaste as pure it is with white snow falling on the ground, and yeosang drooped his head to dip his tongue into yours while deepening the kiss. 

"ugh, " someone scoffed behind you. "get a room, " someone said. you and yeosang gasped and looked behind to find that it was wooyoung. yeosang rolled his eyes and dragged you to ride the gondola. skiing was fun in the first place. you enjoyed your time with yeosang and how wooyoung would bother him. you decided to wait for yeosang at the cafeteria while waiting for your hot choco. you took a sip and embraced the warmth inside your body. the hot choco foam makes a mark on your lips. 

yeosang, who just entered the cafeteria while brushing off the snow off his clothes. he walked to you softly and sat in front of you. you gasped, and yeosang quickly took a peck at your lips. he hummed softly while kissing you with a soft and quick kiss. "it's sweet, " yeosang chuckled while brushing your lower lips with his thumb. you shyly looked at him with your cheeks blushing at his action. he leaned closer to you with one of his arms. his knee pushed closer against your knees to spread it open. you innocently gazed at him while he gently rubbed your pussy with his knee. you muffled your moan, "yeo, " you whimpered. yeosang only smirked and tilted his head, "what? do you want to let it out now? " yeosang teasingly said. you bit your lips and nodded. 

yeosang chuckled and pulled his knee out, "nah, let's go shower now. before we went out for dinner, " yeosang faintly said while caressing your temple, and he lent his hand for you to hold. you shyly held his hand and wrapped his fingers with yours. it fits perfectly with intertwined fingers of each other. it was late afternoon, and you had arrived at your lodge with yeosang. you tugged his shirt and pushed him to one of the couches in the room. you sat on his lap and grinding on top of them while wrapping your arms around his neck and planting your kiss on him. it was cold today; you wanted to kiss him badly. 

yeosang turned you on, and you can't help it. yeosang smirked and slid his tongue inside yours. he grasped your waist and helped you grind on top of him. it lasted for quite a long time before you and yeosang showered. it wasn't that surprising when you continued the make-out session again inside the shower for another hour before both of you washed. your soft giggles mingled with yeosang's low grunts knowing that his favorite restaurant was closed. you held yeosang's hand, "yeosang, it's okay, " you said. "no, you should at least try them for once, " yeosang groaned. you pouted at him and assured him that it was okay. "how about we eat at a nearby open diner, " you suggested.

yeosang agreed, and both of you went to the diner. it was cozy and warm, with a gleaming light inside the restaurant. both of you ordered something and kept joking around. after dinner, you asked yeosang to the nearest arcade. yeosang held your hand and took you there. you gazed at the claw machine, and there was a cute dog charm, a tiny fuzzy doll. you kept staring at them before yeosang came and handed you the coin to play. you saw a whack-a-mole game and decided to play it with him. sadly, you lost because it was weird how the mole won't plop. you pouted while yeosang told you to wait outside the arcade because he wanted to pee.

you left the arcade and felt the grimace after the cold hit you. you toyed with your finger because it was that cold. yeosang hurriedly went out with his warm spread open to hug you. "(y/n), " he whispered. you gasped and felt something soft behind your ears. you looked back at him, "yeosang! " you squealed. you saw the cute dog charm in his hands. he smiled and tilted his head to the side and handed the charm to you. as you handheld the charm, you smiled and giggled softly. you're so happy right now. you didn't expect yeosang to be the sweetest small thing. you snuggled your arms to his and embraced his muscular arm. you nuzzled at his sleeve. 

you walked back to the lodging with pent-up tension between the two of you; nothing was holding you until yeosang's mum called for him. you waited for him at your lodging until midnight, yet he didn't show up until the very next morning. "where were you? " you asked him after you left your shower. "i'm sorry, baby, something came out so suddenly, " he stammered. you quietly nodded at him. "sorry, love, i'll make it up to you, " he promised.

like the usual promises people make, it is supposed to break. the next few days, until the very trip ended, yeosang rarely showed up beside you, and he always went away when you looked for him. you ended up spending your time alone inside your lodging or sometimes with wooyoung, who showed you around the nearby ski forest filled with white and pure romantic snowfalls. wooyoung felt like one of those breezes in autumn but appeared like one of those summer fevers.

it was one time when you finally slept in wooyoung's room because you forgot to bring your lodging key. nothing happened during that sleepover besides a drunk talk between the two of you. "between yeosang and me, who gives you the greatest fuck? " wooyoung asked. you hesitantly answered, "i don't know, maybe, both? " you huffed your hiccups. "i'm sorry to say, but i think you don't have any more chances, " wooyoung said softly under his breath. you didn't catch his words because you were too dizzy and pulled his blanket over the two of you. "uh, woo, let's sleep, " you said softly. 

the following day was the last day of the trip, and yeosang asked you to go back with wooyoung. it was weird because yeosang wouldn't do that in the first place. you huffed and went to wooyoung's car. you sat next to him with an evident sadness across your face. wooyoung didn't speak a word, although he knew what was happening. he kept his silence during the ride. only talk with you with something small and light that wouldn't be a burden to you, and also to divert your mind from the current situation.

you were sad, but there was nothing you could do. it would be best if you weren't like this because it wasn't that long with yeosang anyway. it only took a few hours before you arrived at your home with wooyoung. you unloaded your stuff from his car and put it inside your home. "thank you, woo, " you gently said with a faint smile. wooyoung can only nod, "no biggie, (y/n), " he replied. "do you have time for tomorrow night? " he asked. you shook your head, "well, wanna go out with me? " wooyoung shyly asked. "sure, " you smiled. wooyoung was sure that you were unoccupied tomorrow night because he knew yeosang wouldn't come. 

wooyoung put a lot of extra effort into this. he tried to calm you down. he doesn't want you to see what yeosang has been doing. he tried to bring you to places you couldn't go. it was a warm, lovely dinner with wooyoung before he drove you around town, only to arrive at some party that his friend held. you went home drunk that night in wooyoung's arms. tipsy should be the right word because you missed yeosang's touch. "woo, " you whined when wooyoung dragged you to your bedroom. "would you please stay with me tonight? " you asked. you don't want to pass this night being sad because it has been some days since yeosang hasn't texted you back since the ski trip ended.

it has been that many nights you spend with wooyoung having dinner, parties, and going home drunk. you were repeating that same routine all over again every day. it would help if you had someone right now you want to be touched. there was a growing pain in your body. "sure, " wooyoung sadly replied because seeing your vulnerable self made him droop in an immeasurable sadness. wooyoung skimmed himself next to you in your bed while wrapping his arms around you. you snuggled your way in and rested your head on his chest. he smells like a warm tree that could shelter anyone if needed. this warm fuzzy feeling is what you missed. you slept warmly in wooyoung's grasp around your body.

you woke up because you heard wooyoung's grunts; you fluttered your eyes open as you sat down on your bed. you never noticed how cute wooyoung's mole is under his lip. you leaned over to his body to take a closer look at it. wooyoung opened his eyes, "why'd you stare at my mole? " he quipped. you gasped as you sat back, "no, " you replied shyly. "it was cute, " you added. sometimes you wonder how good a kisser he is. wooyoung handed his finger to your chin to pull you close against him. "can i taste this? " he asked with a deep raspy voice. you bit your lips and don't know who started it first, but both of your lips collided with his.

he molded your lips softly with his teeth while his tongue did its job to tend the pain. as the kiss deepened, wooyoung pressed your body down back to the bed. he groaned softly within the kiss, with his arms slowly rubbing your waist. you faintly wrapped your hands around his neck with your fingers running through his hair. he then tried to enter your mouth with his tongue. he tongues your mouth with his. he then dipped his hands behind your back to undo your bra. he pulled them harshly out of your shirt. as your nipple felt the cold air, it hardened and left a trace on your shirt. his hands now traveled to your shorts, and he pulled them down slowly before throwing them beside the bed without letting any kiss stop. 

"look, cake, you're already wet for nothing, " wooyoung murmured. you winced because you could feel his skilled finger touch your clit. "woo, " you whined. "what is it, cake? " he replied while gazing at your lips. "please, do me, " you said. wooyoung only smirked, and lowly scowled at you with him pulling his lips off, "do you what? " he teasingly said while using his thumb to rub your clit gently. you can only moan, "fuck me, " you begged. "you need to pray better, cake, " wooyoung teased. you pulled his hands that have been toying with your clit to your lips. you could see the wet dripping from his thumbs, and you diverted your gaze at wooyoung's eyes while using both hands to grasp him. you slowly pushed his thumb inside your mouth and tipped his thumb with your tongue. you licked every wetness there, you don't know what had gone into you, but you're sure that this was just because you missed the touch. 

"wooyoung, fuck me, please, " you begged wooyoung once more while sucking his thumb. he can't handle this, and he can't take you being so devoted for the fuck you need to let off because the pain is growing. he smirked as he pulled his pants down, revealing his hard bulge in your face. "satisfy me, and i'll relieve your pain, " he demanded. you bit your lips while pulling your shirt off and squeezing his cock between your breasts. you moved them up and down while your mouth sucked his cock's tip. you trained your eyes on wooyoung while keeping his cock between your cleavage. wooyoung kept his low groans to himself while straining his hands not to grab your hair, but he couldn't. 

wooyoung gripped your hair and pulled them harshly, making his cock hit the back of our throat. you sucked them with the help of your hand while he slapped both of your breasts serially. you only moaned for his name and kept his cock satisfied inside your mouth. your pussy kept dripping its wetness that, probably, now, had stained the bed sheet. "fuck you, (y/n), " wooyoung growled. his cock twitched, signaling that it was his time to come until he pulled out and grabbed your legs to place on both his shoulders. he rubbed your clit with his fingers while his tongue steadily curled your pussy in a motion that no one could explain the pleasure. his mouth consecutively sucked them while his tongue toyed with them playfully, which made you roll your eyes to the back of your head. you bucked your hips at his mouth while keep moaning for his name. 

"shit, (y/n), " wooyoung muttered, "you taste nice, " he added while using his teeth to bite your clit softly. "woo, " you winced. your legs started to shake, and that's when wooyoung stopped his tongue and his thumb. he slid three fingers inside you while his head leaned towards your nipple. he fingered your pussy with his tongue, biting, licking, and sucking your hard nipple. your sting nipple turned moldable in his mouth. it was painful, but there's nothing sadder than to be fucked the desire off. he twirled your nipple with his tongue while thrusting his finger deeper into you. 

"wooyoung, i'm close, " you said. "come for me, cake, " wooyoung said. he could feel your pussy clench his finger while there was a cum leaking from your pussy. he could feel your hot and warm cum as he licked them, making you pleadingly ask for him to taste you. "no, it's my meal. it's my breakfast, " wooyoung sternly said. you pouted, "it's not enough, " you said, thinking this was the end. you instinctively pulled his cock to brush them against your pussy. "i want it here, " you said while rubbing them softly, making his cock twitch. wooyoung only scoffed, "woo, please, " you begged one more time with a breathy voice, and that's when wooyoung flipped your body to make you be on your four. "such a good girl, " he said while pulling his belt off his pants and smacking your ass with them. 

your body jolted as your boobs jiggled. wooyoung didn't let this chance go away, so he grabbed one of your breasts with one of his unoccupied hands. he pinched your nipple with his finger as he placed his cock near your opening. he rubbed it against your pussy steadily until you dizzily pushed your pussy closer, "woo, " you begged. you grind your ass, "fuck me, woo, " you whined. wooyoung then placed his cock inside you slowly and started his thrust with a steady pace. 

wooyoung's bulging cock makes your pussy clench onto them. "shit, (y/n), still so fucking tight, " he grunted. "woo, faster, " you said. "are you sure? " he asked with a slight moan leaving his mouth. "yes, please, fuck me, ruin me, woo, " you begged.

you want it. you craved it. you are desperately hoping for it. you want the pain in your body gone. you want your pussy to be relieved. you want them to be fucked the life out of it. 

as your wish becomes wooyoung's command, he thrusts faster into you while supporting your hips with his hands. he gradually fastened his thrust, knowing with your muffled moans and groans, both of you knew that this was what you needed. it was hot and sweaty fuck of you and wooyoung. he slapped your ass once as he kept thrusting and kneading your ass. wooyoung pulled your body to him to make a more effortless thrust. "fuck, (y/n), " he said. you can feel his thrust getting sloppy, and you know you're close. "woo, i'm close, " you said. "wait, cake, " he thrust harder as the lewd sound made out from it, accompanied by moans and groans. he is close. 

wooyoung thrust a few more times until you came first, and he followed. he turned your body around to face him and huffed his breath out as he licked your neck and tucked a piece of hair glistening with sweat. you tilted your head to help him get better access. wooyoung pecked each part of your body until he landed his lips on your nipple. wooyoung licked your nipples and sucked them. in his sick mind, he teeth them while his tongue curled them. the day is still young; that's why you and wooyoung continued until it ended near the late afternoon.

you and wooyoung haven't dried but are still out of breath. "i don't think i can walk after this, " you said while gasping for air. wooyoung chuckled and rubbed your temple. "i can carry you, " he teasingly said. you giggled at his joke while huddled up to him. "stop, " you shyly said. "no, i'm serious, " he chuckled as contentment filled him while hugging you. "are you okay, though? it was rough, " wooyoung said with concerns filling him. "i'm okay; i like it, " you bit your lips with a gentle voice leaving your mouth.

"do you want to order takeout? " wooyoung asked. "yes, please, " you replied, "but, let's shower first, " you added. you winced as you tried to stand up, but wooyoung was there to help you. he cleaned your body first before he showered himself. tonight passed by with soft and small remarks from both of you until both of you continued to another round until past midnight. pleasurable night; if you could explain.

a week had passed with you and wooyoung spending the night together. you had fun but can't get yeosang out of your mind. spending time with wooyoung didn't make anything about yeosang disappear from your mind. you tried to contact him a few days ago, but he didn't reply. you strolled around town alone this cold winter because wooyoung couldn't accompany you. he said that he had something to do. you accidentally walked past yeosang's neighborhood, which is quite near your house. you saw his house door was open. you knocked on his door just in case someone was there, but you halted them. 

you heard someone screaming from the inside. you could listen to yeosang's voice. you halted your steps, "fuck off, " yeosang said. "you fuck off, " the other person said that sounded like wooyoung. "i'm sorry, okay? i only said hi to her because my mom told me so, " yeosang snapped. "yeah? what about the night you spend with her? what about the time you left (y/n) alone during the ski trip? yeah, let that sink in, " wooyoung bites back. you gasped. "i know i'm wrong, but i'm just trying to make my ex comfortable because she just got back, and i think there's a lot to catch up on, " yeosang explained. 

"you were making her comfortable. what about (y/n)? " wooyoung said. "what do you think of her with the fact that you left her on hold? " wooyoung added. "c'mon, woo, there's nothing between us, " yeosang said. he accidentally slipped this out. he was insecure, he was scared, and he loved you. he loves you from the bottom of his heart. he'd be thinking about you if his ex wasn't around and kept him busy. he tried to push her away, but she always used his mum as an excuse. he wanted to spend time with you. he was mad when he knew about what you did with wooyoung, but it was too late.

your tiny squeak left your mouth. wooyoung and yeosang immediately looked at the creaky door and saw you in tears. you slowly stepped back, and with blurry eyes, you walked away. you can hear tinted footsteps chasing after you. you don't know whether it's yeosang or wooyoung. you kept going until a pair of hands reached out to you and wrapped you in a warm cozy hug. "shush, there there, " its voice soothed you down. you had noticed from the vein on his hands that it was wooyoung. you cry with faint sobs coming out from your mouth.

wooyoung led you to your house; he rubbed your back softly. "i'm sorry, (y/n), " wooyoung said. "i'm sorry, i should've told you, " he added. "this is my fault. i'm sorry, " he apologized. "no, woo, this isn't your fault. stop blaming yourself. no one expects this. i'm just nothing to him, " you cried. you kept weeping for your tears. wooyoung can't handle this. seeing you sad made him cry too. both of you cried too much that night until both of you fell asleep.

days go by until weeks turn into months. you spend every bit of your time with wooyoung. you can see how he tried to mend the brokenness, how wooyoung wanted to make you feel okay that you're something and not merely nothing. you know he tried his best. slowly, you fall for him. you like how attentive he is, how he pays attention to every little thing you say. you love him. that's when you decided to ask him on a date at a nearby beach.

you had prepped yourself with nice warm clothes. you heard someone ring your doorbell, thinking it would be wooyoung; yes, it's wooyoung. he came with a pair of surprises in his hand. he handed you a cute pink toy; as we all know, it's a vibrator. he smirked, "do you want it? " he asked. you can feel your stomach knotting and nod at wooyoung. "please, woo, " you said with a soft giggle. wooyoung pushed you inside your house slowly and pulled your stocking down under your dress. he trailed his finger down and placed the vibrator. your legs started to tremble when he turned on the device. "be a good girl, will you? " he said. you nodded and straightened your dress as you leaned closer to wooyoung's arm. "yes, wooyoung, " you gently said. 

wooyoung slapped your ass once before he opened the door, "woo? " he asked. "uh, " you confusedly replied. "it's okay, cake, we'll get into it later, " he giggled. wooyoung sets the vibrator on a low setting; it'll turn medium or high if you do something. wooyoung opened his car's door for you. you didn't care about how the vibrator weakened your legs, but you loved it. if there's a bumpy road, you feel it shakes your pussy. you moaned softly. wooyoung giggled and placed one of his hands between your thighs. he softly smacks your pussy as you moan for his name.

both of you arrived at the beach to have seafood for dinner. if your pantyhose color weren't skin-toned, people probably would realize the wetness had leaked from your pussy. wooyoung rubbed your ass before walking to the beach to have dinner. the dinner went pleasant, but you were too lustful to enjoy the food. wooyoung only smirked at you and kept shoving his mouth with the food. "woo, " you whined. wooyoung set the vibrator into a medium setting, "(y/n), do you like the food? " he asked. you nodded; wooyoung looked at you with frowned eyebrows. "yes, woo, i like the food, " you said sweetly, more likely sounding like a moan. 

wooyoung brushed your hand as the dinner ended. he led you to walk aside the beach. wooyoung held your hand gently to help you walk beside him. "woo, thank you, " you suddenly said. "what do you mean? " wooyoung asked. "for being there for me, " you replied. wooyoung shook his head and said that it was okay. you leaned closer to him, "seriously, thank you, " you said. wooyoung then hugged you tightly in his arms and soothed you. "it's okay, cake, " wooyoung said. he rubbed your back and rocked your body back and forth.

you know you're not that strong when the vibrator shakes your pussy. you asked wooyoung to go home because you lied that your stomach hurt. well, you purposely did that so wooyoung could punish you. yes, he did. wooyoung tied your arms on your headboard with your legs on their two. wooyoung pulled out the vibrator and the belt off his pants and was ready to spank you. "(y/n), i thought you knew better, cake, " wooyoung said. "i'm sorry, woo, " you whined as he landed his first spank on your bare ass. "then, why? " he asked. "i'm sorry, please, punish me as you please, master, " you said without noticing how the word slipped out of your mouth. 

wooyoung, who heard that smirked and scoffed, "master? " he said. yes, master. you said inside your heart. "cake, " he said while spanking your ass one more time before he ripped your clothes open. "a good cake needs to serve its master, " wooyoung said while untying your hand. "yes, master, " you said with a slight moan from your mouth. wooyoung pulled down his pants and had his cock leaking his precum. "master, please let me, " you said before planting your hands around his cock. you licked his precum like you usually licked an ice cone before you shoved them inside your mouth to give him a blowjob that he probably thought he'd be happy to faint if this was the blowjob. you bobbed your head up and down in a motion with your hands kneading the untouched area. 

you tilted your head to the side to gain easier access. it made wooyoung keep grunting and his raspy voice slightly ringing in your ears to encourage you. you bobbed your head harder as your hand rubbed his cock smoothly. you felt like wooyoung was ready to release his cum, so you jerked it off with your hand. you didn't ask him, nor did he tell you that he would come. you pulled his cock closer to your chest as he spattered his cum at you, "master, look at me. your cake has finally had its icing, " you said. you placed both hands on top of your nipples and toyed with them. "master, " you moaned. wooyoung leaned to your pussy to finger them as his tongue worked its way on your lips. he molded your lips with soft kisses, his finger curled your pussy, and his thumb rubbed your clit. 

you come shortly after with mixed moans between the two of you. how wooyoung growled under his breath, and you kept repeating master, begging for wooyoung to do you more. he finally thrust his cock inside of you. you sealed it so thoroughly and blissfully with his cock completing your body. "master, " you said. "yes, cake? " he replied. "i love you, " you confessed. wooyoung smiled softly, "cake, you know i've fallen for you ever since that one-night stand, " he confessed. he proceeds to grab your hair and softly bite your neck, "you're mine, only mine, and forever be mine, " he said. 

as wooyoung marked and claimed you as his, both of you came simultaneously. you bit your lips and let out a gasp for air, nestled into wooyoung, "i love you, " you said while coming down from your hazy mind. "i love you first, cake, " wooyoung lulled you to sleep.

[writer-of-various]

Doubt

Nancy has doubts, William is quick to shut them down.

Nancy is not like other women. She took her dead cousin's identity and joined the Army, and spent a good portion of her life as a soldier who's been hardened by war. Upon the end of World War II, she found herself realizing that life is too short, and with her heart completely in the hands of the one and only William Pierson, they got married as soon as possible before they were sent to Korea.

Spending her days calloused by war, her personality different from the women back at home, she finds herself doubting her marriage with Pierson in 1954, where they returned to the states and were trying to live past the wars they've seen and experienced. She seeks a job, and she gets lucky when her files show her as a veteran, unlike the other females in her neighborhood who decided to seek jobs. She hated staying at home, she didn't know how to cook to even save her life, and she just wasn't like the other girls. She's slender but with lean muscle, not all soft or curvy. She struggles with make up, because she never had time to learn or put some on. She cuts her hair short, resting on her shoulders in crazy curls, and she wears pants and blouses and boots. Her lips barely curl up in a soft smile, they're almost always in a scowl, her eyebrows frowning as she settles a piercing stare at anyone who dares look her way.

She doesn't hate her body, she doesn't hate herself (in that sense of confidence or her body image, but she hates herself because of all the men she couldn't save.) She just thinks that William deserves someone better, a nice girl with a nice body that's soft; a girl who knows how to cook and clean and likes to stay at home.

She reaches out to Robert Zussman, the boy she served alongside with and the kid she considers a son. He lives with her and William, just until he gets accustomed to the world and finds a place to settle. Her and William don't mind him living with them, in fact, it feels like their lives are complete. Like they have a kid of their own.

"Y'know Will doesn't care about that stuff. I'm surprised he even settled down, with how much he loves to work." Robert says, taking a sip of the coffee he made because Jesus Christ can he make a good coffee. Even with crappy Army rations.

"I know, but I just can't help thinking. I always get weird looks from other ladies, and I see girls starin' at Will and he never acknowledges them but I feel that–"

Robert cuts her off with a noise, "Nancy Turner Pierson shut the hell up." Maybe if he didn't reenlist, and left the Army as the Private she remembered from D-Day, she would have slapped him across the head. But he recovered for a year and reenlisted, this time as a medic, and he left the Army as a Master Sergeant. And he had a authoritative voice that commanded respect and full attention, so Nancy bit her bottom lip and felt like a little kid under his scolding stare.

"You are beautiful, amazing, and a fucking badass with a great ass," she snorts and he smiles, "I know trying to be welcomed back in the real world is hard. It is, and it sucks that others don't understand us...they will never understand us. But you are perfect in your own way, and William loves you for that."

"He's right." Both Nancy and Robert jump at the voice of the aforementioned man, turning their heads to see him leaning against the dining room doorway. Robert pats her bicep and gives them a smile before leaving them alone, and William takes his seat across from Nancy. He reaches out and gently grabs her hand, caressing the back of her palm and Nancy looks away in a futile attempt to hide her flustered face. Only William Pierson can make her feel this way.

"What's going on, sweetheart?" He asks softly, and Nancy shrugs, pulling her hand away and immediately missing the warmth and comfort.

"I just...I have these thoughts in my head, that I'm not good enough for you. I never had this issue before, I was always so confident, but..." she trails off, avoiding eye contact.

"But?"

She winces, "But I feel like you deserve better. I don't cook, I don't clean all the time, I mean, our roles are reversed and you don't seem like the type of man who wants to stay home most of the time."

"I like staying home. I never had a home I felt comfortable in, I never had the things we have now and I just want to enjoy them, makeup for all the time I lost as some normal, civilian guy. I mean, I didn't think I would get so invested in writing, but here I am, writing books and being poetic. That's something I expected of Joseph or Robert, hell even Ron, but I'm here and happy and very much in love and grateful for you and only you. I don't think other women would fancy a stay at home husband." William immediately cringes at the last part, and Nancy chuckles.

"You ain't a stay at home husband. You work too. You're just the dream man any sensible girl is dying for. And I'm lucky to have you, forever." Nancy gives him a coy smile and he chuckles, getting up from his seat to lean over and kiss her.

"I love you, Nance." He whispers, bringing her into an embrace. She wraps her arms tight around him, afraid for a second that he'll disappear, because how did she deserve such an amazing man? "I don't know how I deserve you."

She laughs and kisses him briefly, "I don't know how I deserve you, baby."

"You deserve each other! Now shut up and get to work!" Robert's voice rings from the living room and they both laugh, pulling away but smiling up at each other like idiots in love. Nancy may have doubts, but her husband would always be quicker to shut them down.