#it's pretty sweet & good enough i think..... them.........

[goaskangel]

pussy job w perv!toji and his sweet virgin gf !

cw :: overstim, slight dubcon, use of 'kid', sexy pussyjob !!!!

toji holds you through the night like you’ll slip right out of his hands if he even thinks about letting go. he loves ending the day with you spooning in bed beside him. either facing him so he can kiss your pretty face to sleep, and feel the way your tits press up nicely on his body through your thin tank top. maybe you're facing away with your body snug up against him so he can smell the aromatic scent of your shampoo and lotions, and how your ass pushes back on him subconsciously. 

he cannot get enough of it, seriously. especially when you're so willing to take this time to let him touch you. 

you’re comfortably laying in your dimly lit bedroom with toji assaulting your neck with quick pecks, taking your tied up hair and exposed skin to his advantage. he’ll stop when your fit of giggles turn into small slaps on his arm that’s curled around you. 

“can’t help myself, baby,” stroking that hand on your soft jaw, “you’re just too pretty.” 

you turn to face him and snuggle up, your face rubbing perfectly on his chest. warming up on him like a cat, your hands finding their place rubbing his stomach. you can’t help but think he’s so perfect like this, domestic and resting in a shirt he’l take off later in the night and plain boxers. he sighs when you plant kisses on his clothed chest. 

you look up to him and scoot up to kiss him, toji’s hands coming to keep your head straight as he practically kisses all the breath from your lungs. keeping a steady pace before you squeeze the sides of his body. he pulls away just inches away from your face and slowly turns you to your back, his big body hovering right over you. 

“now? toji—” 

“mhmm. told you, can’t help myself, pretty.” digging back in your neck, he takes deep inhales of your sweet scent before lapping like a dog. the heavy breathes he takes and the groans he lets out, god, the feeling of his wet tongue licking at some of your most sensitive spots makes your virgin cunt spill excessively behind your panties. 

“toji—”

“i’m getting there, kid, don’t worry.” he presses a couple of softer kisses on your blushing face and hooks his fingers on the band of your panties. he tosses them and admires your slick little cunt in the dim light he has before running fingertips gently from your puffy clit to your soppy hole. he leans down a bit and spits obscenely at your waterfall of a pussy, chuckling to himself at the vulgarity. you almost whine at him while bucking your hips before he holds you down and interrupts, 

“trying somethin’ new. trust me, alright doll?” 

you nod and watch him toss his shirt, the slight weight gain he’s putting on hypnotizes you. a good amount of pudge sitting at his lower stomach with more on his arms and thighs. hell, if he decided to fuck you now, you couldn’t complain. he discards the boxers as well, giving himself a few strokes as he places wet kisses on your twitchy clit before kissing your face again. distracting you from feeling the hefty weight of his cock—a sudden weight you couldn’t ignore—slipped right between your folds. 

“mmm! oh god..” whimpering right into his mouth as he whispers gentle praises right back, kissing you softly as he moves his hips slightly, just to feel the precious perfection of your cunt. until you start moaning longingly, he keeps a steady pace and finally speeds up. 

he grinds his cock between your puffy folds, coated and drooling with slick and saliva. groaning occasionally when the underside of his tip rubs on your hot, hot clit, stimulating both of you. 

“feel good, huh, baby? ‘m right there—fuuck, just a little more and i could be right inside you. mhmmhm, and jus’ fuck your little virgin cunt,” he fucking laughs when you shake your head, “no? you don’t want your boyfriend to finally fuck through your cute pussy, huh? but you’re so fucking wet, dolly. your sweet cunt’s jus’ asking for it.”

he leans back and teases your entrance, which is fluttering at just the thought of him pressing in. totally raw and unprotected deflowering because he just couldn’t help himself, you moan out and squeeze his arm when he rocks to catch the tip of his thick cock to your needy virgin hole. tears swell in your pretty eyes, either upset that he’s teasing you about this or maybe because you just wanna come. he gets this instantly and kisses your heated forehead, holding his heavy cock down with his thumb and rubs continuously on your clit. 

the chubby, raw bud burning with excitement as you roll your hips to achieve more of that sensation, your fingers digging into your man’s buff shoulders as he makes you both climax. hot ropes of semen coming undone on your clit and mound, maybe next time he’ll get oh-so lucky ^3^

OUHHHH MAYBE NEXT PART IS THEEE PART

read part one, two, and three!

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[burrowkit]

Okay, let’s try this on mobile, as usual-

Trigger warning, it gets dark. And messy.

My best friend. My absolute soul best friend. All of them, they were bound to my soul. They’d dragged me out of my personal Tartarus. They helped me turn from the dark to the light. A healer, instead of a killer.

Not that I ever had a chance to be a killer. My friends were there, ever guiding me away from those cursed texts. And now, with them gone… their fragments of their soul still eternally bound to me.

A promise we made, years ago. That we would always be with each other. From this life to the next.

“You just weren’t that good of a healer, kid,” The General informs me. We never did get his name.

He seems content to be relegated to being a title. One that makes him more ominous.

Fiona, my sweet Fiona, I think, brushing the last strands of her hair behind her ear. Nearby is the shredded remnants of Theodore.

Our mage, Isabella, because Isabella sounded cooler that her birth name, Keith. We had always reminded her that we loved her for who she is, not what she can do. Not what she looked like. Not the names that defined her past.

And Toni.

Sweet Toni.

Our leader. The one who was so determined we could safely spy on our enemies without being spotted.

They were wrong. We all were.

“It’s your turn, healer,” he warns me. I’m not afraid.

No, because I have the power of five souls, intertwined with love.

Because I will die, ensuring their deaths did not go in vain.

I cannot bring them back to life, their bodies too far gone. The General made sure of that. Made sure I could never mend their bodies enough for necromancy, not that the sweet little healer would ever know necromancy.

No, there’s a few necromancers that’ll bring the dead back for a pretty penny.

He doesn’t know what I can do.

He doesn’t know what my friends begged me to keep as our last resort.

And truly, we are the last resort. There’s no one left to stand against The General and his armies. Not for another few generations. This is our last chance.

And I’ll make them pay. In blood. In death. In life.

I force myself to stand, feeling shaky as I stare up at the monster. His eyes seemingly glow more red than should be natural. Many have suggested he kills in battle to preserve his own damned soul. His own decaying body.

“You’re right, General,” my voice is soft. Quiet. Barely making an echo in this world. “I’m not that great of a healer,” I admit, my voice growing stronger as the ancient texts, embedded to the backs of my eyelids, seemingly flash in front of my eyes with every blink. “And it is my turn,” I force myself to grin. The darkness urging me on. No, not just the darkness. My friends.

My family. The only ones who cared enough to keep me from stumbling too far from my own body. And now, I’ll risk it all just to keep them here another day. Another hour. Another second. I can feel the tears welling up in my tear ducts, but I refuse to cry. Not now.

I can do that after I get revenge, but not now.

The General grins at me. I can see the shimmers of magic as he tries to reap my friends’ souls. I watch the confusion as he’s unable to pick them up. To add their lifetimes to his. Instead, their souls seem to gather behind me. Helping me stand.

Helping me face the great evil.

“I’m so glad you’re prepared to meet our makers,” he informs me. Grinning. He pulls his sword back, preparing to slice my own head off.

He freezes as I wave my right hand. He lets out a strangled cry, as he finds himself magically bound.

“You mistake me, General,” I spare a glance at the battlefield. I wave me hand once more, freezing the rest of his decayed army in place. “It is my turn. To attack, not to die. I believe it’s your turn, to die,” I don’t let my voice tremble. I start him down.

The magic whispers, telling me the army could be mine. Instead, I whisper back, telling the army to disappear.

They do.

Poof.

Gone.

They cease to exist.

They don’t slump to the ground. They don’t bleed out. No, the few stranglers in the city’s army, the last members to stand against the great evil, stare at shock at their foe being vanquished.

The General’s mouth drops slowly. It’s all he can do, bound as tightly as he is.

I tilt my head slightly at him, watching him carefully. “Fiona was my rock. She kept me from ever falling to the dark. She kept me from straying too far away from being a healer. And when I slid, she always caught me,” I motion at Fiona.

Her body is also disintegrating. With no soul in a bound body, the body is falling apart.

I wave at Theo next. “Theo was the big brother we all needed. Always there to watch our backs. Always kept any unwanted people from getting too close. He indulged my dalliances into the dark, always with conditions,” I smile softly at the memory.

Of me finding new dark books. Theo always there, lending a hand, always ready to fetch Fiona to pull be back.

“Isabella taught me so many defence spells. You know, in case I, as the healer, needed to defend myself from harm. I wish she could have seen how many times I used them to guard Theo’s back in our wanderings,” I continue. Reminiscing.

“And Toni, our fearless leader,” I sigh. “They always had the plan. The information. They somehow had a third and fourth eye when it came to everything. So maybe… maybe they knew this was the outcome. Maybe doing this is okay…” I trail off, staring at their bodies. All of them.

Their souls nudge me softly, reminding me that a healer can come from the darkest of paths.

That I, myself, was once a master of soul magic. That I once knew how to steal the life of someone to bolster my own lifespan.

It also means I know exactly how to undo it.

I move both hands in front of me, and break an imaginary stick.

The General screams in pain, many of his bones shattered in an instant.

The binding spell is gone. I don’t need that, not for what I plan to do.

The sky turns a deep red, as if someone turned the atmosphere to fire.

I hear many of the few citizens gasp. They flee, having likely been pre-warned by Toni.

Oh Toni, you thought of everything, didn’t you.

Except how I would live without you all…

I take the air, watching slices appear on The General’s skin. One has to slowly break apart the body to free the stolen souls.

Slowly, so slowly, I can see some of them escaping. They whisper to my friends’ souls.

I can’t hear their words, nothing but my own friends’. Their comforting words and encouragements. To help draw the stolen lives from this… monster.

He could survive it. Realistically, it’s plausible. But for his transgressions, I won’t allow it.

Never.

I’ll hide ever book regarding this magic. Ensure it’ll never be found again.

I would burn the books, if I thought that would keep their secrets. Still, there’s always a chance the information could be stumbled upon.

The books could help undo this damage.

I gash the air once more, grinning as he cries in pain.

“Hello, ancient one,” I greet, his stolen mask crumbling. I hadn’t realized he’d used souls to hide his true face.

“You,” he gasps, voice croaking with pain. He pants, as if this is the hardest battle he’s ever been in.

It probably is.

I drop my own mask. The one I crafted a decade ago. When I was reborn in this body, with my friends. “You killed my friends, you don’t deserve an easy death,” I whisper.

I gather the magic I was told never to use.

And I drop it all on him.

He screams for hours, his last day meant to torment him to his true death.

“Farewell, cousin. Shall we never meet again!”

And I drive his own sword into his heart, ending his torment.

Maybe a last bit of mercy before eternity of torture.

Maybe just ending it early to hurry up his attainment of pain.

I’m not sure.

All I know, is I abused too much.

My friends’ souls beg me to hold on.

I can’t.

Not without them.

“To the next life, forever bound,” I whisper as I collapse on the ground.

I feel their souls settle down next to mind.

“To the next life,” they whisper in return.

You were the healer—the last light of your party. But now your final ally dies in your arms, and there’s no one left to save. The enemy jeers, calling you useless. You look up, eyes hollow and black. The light is gone. The Void answers. You're no longer a cleric. You're something far worse.

[lovelybucky1]

I need yelena to fuck me while Bucky watches tbh. Or the whole team(minus Alexei) 🫠

fuck john, i hate john, this is not a john safe space

you sit with your back flush to yelena’s chest and your feet propped up on the seat of the couch. your knees are up and your legs are spread wide, giving your audience a perfect view of yelena’s fingers stuffed inside of you.

three sets of eyes are focused intently on how you take them. the wetness of your eager pussy makes the slide easy, and she’s taken her time to open you up.

yelena’s chin is hooked over your shoulder, putting her mouth at the perfect position to talk in your ear. she gives you praises both in english and russin, quiet enough so only you can hear them.

“look what you’re doing to bob. he looks like he’s about to cum in his pants,” she coos. “think he’s ever seen such a pretty pussy before?”

you shake your head. maybe that’s conceited of you, but yelena has given you so much praise over the course of your relationship that you’re surprised your head still fits in the room.

“ava looks like she’s dying for a taste of you. would you let her?”

“yes,” you moan, far too loud.

“awh, you sweet thing,” she chuckles. “that eager for more?”

“i need it, please.”

she stops thursting her fingers and instead curls them, rubbing that spot deep inside that drives you crazy. her thumb joins in and begins to toy with your clit, the dual stimulation pushing you closer to your edge.

“all three of them, but i’m the only one who you cum for,” she mumbles.

“i’m so close, lena. please let me,” you whine.

she hums in consideration. “what do you think, barnes. should i?” she doesn’t raise her voice any, but she doesn’t need to. she knows bucky can hear her perfectly fine.

“yeah,” he responds, startling both ava and bob. “let her cum.” his voice is thick with desire, and all three of them have matching lust-blown eyes.

“go ahead, love. be good and cum for me,” she orders.

you stop straining to hold back your orgasm and allow it to wash over you. your cunt, soaking and sensitive, pulses around her fingers. she doesn’t stop her movements until you’re trying to squim away from her, too sensitive to take it.

“fuck,” bob swears under his breath.

[becausebuckley]

michelle's buddie fic recs: week 18!

in which i continue to ignore pretty much any and all 8x14-16 content and spent an impressive amount of time procrastinating. it's been a Week for sure. enjoy the fics!

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

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

begin, then begin again | walkingthroughwindows | 7.4k | E

a fic about them relaxing enough to give each other what they already know they need. i love how this captures both buck and eddie!! so in character, and such lovely hurt/comfort <3

can't leave me alone | 42hrb/@exhuastedpigeon | 3.4k | E

“The DMV didn’t have a line,” Eddie says again, taking a step into the room instead of turning around like Buck is expecting him too. If Eddie leaves Buck can take the dildo out of his ass and they can maybe pretend this never happened, or at the very least ignore it for 6 to 12 months, until it’s funny to joke about. such a delight!! so hot, so beautifully written, just perfect!!

divide, conquer and propose? | yimooyi | 3k | GA

Eddie proposes to Buck in Stardew Valley co-op. Buck panics. this is so cute!! i love stardew valley and i love buckett and eds and i love this <3

i wanna be tied tied tied to your apron strings | sibylsleaves/@eddiesprius | 3.2k | E

Buck knows, okay. He doesn’t quite understand it, but he knows. Something about him in an apron turns Eddie into some kind of crazed sex fiend, desperate for Buck’s attention the way Buck usually feels desperate for his. buck wearing nothing but an apron is a vision and i'm so here for it!! love how this captures their dynamic!

in pursuit of good health | lightyears/@bisexualbellamyblake | 6.7k | M

Eddie and Buck start platonically kissing. i saw the summary for this fic and just went yeah you know what these are EXACTLY the type of idiots that would decide to kiss for health benefits lmao. such a wonderful premise for a lovely, lovely fic!!

invisible string, tying you to me | Bexism/@bexism | 17.6k | E

the one where buck and eddie's bodies are linked and they end up sharing injuries and... other things. i love a good body linking fic and this one is just brilliant!! i love the descriptions of how buck and eddie are linked, especially for those other things <3

lover, be good to me | midnights/@roosterseresin | 7.7k | E

in which oranges are picked, muffins are made, and lazy morning sex is had. this fic has the hottest smut but it's also so soft and sweet!! it just has that spring morning vibe, you know? just lovely <3

soy una vela prendida por ti | pairofraggedclaws/@pairofraggedclaws | 8.9k | E

“You cannot mean what I think you mean,” Eddie says. “For old time’s sake!” Buck says. “To remember how it all started.” He kisses Eddie’s hand again. this is part two in a series and part one is also excellent!! such hot fun sweet fics, both of them <3

symbiosis | mandolare/@rainscenes | 9k | E

Buck and Eddie get blackout drunk, and then learn something new about themselves. And each other. i LOVE a good tattoo fic and the premise of this one is just <3 so hot, so very them!!

the rush of slumber party kissing | butchdiaz/@butchdiaz | 3.3k | E

“Okay, Uh—“ he racks his brain for something else Buck has done that he hasn’t. “Never have I ever kissed a man.” Buck doesn't put his finger down, just cocks his head curiously. “Damn, six months without even a kiss, no wonder Tommy left.” Eddie mutters half under his breath. It causes Buck to snap out of his daze and give him a half-hearted middle finger. He’s still thinking, though, eyebrows scrunched together in that adorable way they used to whenever he tried to help Chris with his elementary school math homework. “What, Buck?” “Never?” Buck asks. this was a reread! i love how this captures eddie especially and the dialogue feels so true to character!! so good <3

tomorrow i'll be brave (you make me brave) | serenelystrange/@serenelystrange | 16.9k | T

In which Buck’s life in L.A. falls apart before it can even begin. He never expects an orange tree to be the thing that changes it all. oh, the way i DEVOURED this au... i love how the characters are written here and how everyone meets and interacts and it's just so, so wonderful!!

[everrinsly]

a/n; i was listening to "smoke signals" by mykyl; does not match the vibe of this though ahh

life with rin vibes.

tangled in the bath with rin. drabble. fluff. slight nsfw. very suggestive. fem!reader. | not proofread.

more reads!

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You sat between Rin’s legs in the bathtub, steam curling around you both, the scent all musky and sweet. Your citrus shampoo and peony body wash. His three-in-one-whatever soap. Your back rested against his chest, long fingers massaged shampoo into your hair, slow and methodical, like routine but layered with something more sacred.

And it's true... everything had started innocent, quiet, comfortable. Just another soft evening of relaxing after Rin came home from practice. Then you asked, so shyly, so sweetly, if he could help you wash your hair—

"Rin, you think you could help me wash my hair today?" Your voice was adorably soft, Rin thought he missed it.

"Hmm? Baby? What was that?"

"My hair, Rin, could you help me wash my hair?" you giggled. "Since, you know, I always get tired doing the back."

"Of course, pretty."

—and so, when you got undressed and slipped between his thighs without a word in the tub, the dimples of your bare back pressed right against his length...

Yeah, Rin started to unravel. And he started to unravel fast.

His fingers combed through your wet strands, lathering them up with the soap he loved smelling on you (but would never admit it), and with each gentle tug to detangle a knot, he had to fight off thoughts he really shouldn’t be having. Absolutely filthy thoughts, by the way.

Thoughts about how your head tipped back so easily when he guided it. How pliant, how obedient, how submissive you were in his hands, trusting him completely.

And...

How good your hair would feel twisted around his fingers. When he gripped, not gently brushed. When he yanked just enough to make your breath catch. To hear your little whimpers, the way you’d look over your shoulder at him all glassy-eyed and flushed, too shy to say what you wanted but needing it anyway.

And god—he hoped that your eyes would be brimmed with tears because fuck—were you a pretty crier. Such a pretty crier.

He groaned under his breath.

“Rin?” you asked, your voice small. “You okay? I can shift a little over if you wa—”

He cleared his throat. “No. You’re fine."

He leaned in slightly to kiss the back of your neck. "You're fine, baby. So good for me," he continued unconsciously as if his filthy thoughts had already taken over his head, and he no longer knew what to say.

His fingers worked slower now, more deliberate but not to be gentle. No, he was savoring you. Watching the way your shoulders tensed just slightly when he gave a firmer tug to massage your scalp.

You had no idea how hard it was for him not to fist your hair and pull, just enough to hear you gasp.

Yeah... he's gonna do it.

So after untangling one more knot, he gathered a fist full just above the base of your neck—

Then tugged. Firmly. Sharply. Until your head lolled back on his shoulders.

And shit, the moan you let out... all high-pitched and breathless? Those were music, fucking symphonies.

“You like this?” he asked lowly, his lips brushing the shell of your ear, fingers still sliding through your hair.

You nodded, shy and sweet. Completely unaware of his thoughts, of what it meant to have your hair tugged on like this. “Feels nice.”

Rin smirked, just barely. If you knew what he was thinking… the filthy fantasies simmering just beneath his cool surface, the ones where you ended up bent over the edge of the sink with your hair wrapped around his wrist like reins...

You’d probably die of embarrassment.

And yet, a part of him had a feeling you’d let him. You'd let him fuck you into oblivion.

Maybe not today.

But soon.

(And he would be right).

[sungchoi]

The View .

pairing: kim hongjoong x fem!reader

synopsis: one lingering touch from your old friend and hongjoongs patience snaps. He pulls you aside, leaning in close. "You really like to push me, huh?"

genre/warnings: est. relationship, smut, fingering, dirty talk, swearing, unprotected sex (always wear protection!), mirror sex, teasing

wc : 3k

It’s the day of your friend's wedding. You and Hongjoong arrived not too long ago, greeting everyone as you made your way to your reserved table.

Once you’re settled in, a sudden craving for something sweet hits you. Since the food service hasn’t started yet, you figure there’s no harm in sneaking a little treat.

Leaning in so Hongjoong can hear you better, you say, “Hey Joong, I’m gonna run to the food bar real quick to grab something,”

Hongjoong glances over at you with a teasing smile, “Alright, don’t be gone too long. Try not to spoil your appetite before dinner.”

You giggled, pushing your chair in as you stood. “No promises.”

As you make your way over to the food bar, warm lights shine over neat rows of desserts. Mini cupcakes, chocolate-covered strawberries, and pastel macarons catch your eye. They were all too tempting to ignore. You grab a small plate and begin picking a few favorites, trying your best not to go overboard. 

Just as you’re reaching for a cupcake, you hear a familiar voice behind you.

“Well, I didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.”

You pause and turn around, your eyes widen slightly as you take in the familiar face.

“No way,” you exclaimed with surprised laughter “I haven’t seen you in forever!”

Standing there is an old friend, someone you were close with in highschool, and maybe had a fling with, before life eventually pulled you in different directions. They’ve changed just enough for you to notice, but they still carry that same familiar energy.

“I almost didn’t recognize you,” they say, grinning. “You look incredible.”

You feel a flush rise to your cheeks, whether from the compliment or the sudden spark in the air. “You too. I didn’t know you knew the bride and groom.”

“Groom’s my cousin,” they say with a shrug, picking up a chocolate truffle. “You?”

“Bride’s a longtime friend,” you reply, holding up your plate. “And apparently I still can’t resist the dessert table.”

“Same,” they say, plucking a strawberry from a platter. “But I think I might’ve found something sweeter.”

You laugh, a little flustered but playing it off as you look away, turning your attention back to your plate.

You can feel the buzz of that brief connection linger; that old rhythm clicking back into place. Sweet and nostalgic.

As you start to say your goodbyes, they lean in slightly, placing a hand on your arm, just a light touch, but stays a second too long.

“It was really good seeing you again,” their eyes begin searching yours. “Maybe we’ll get a chance to catch up properly later?”

You offer a polite smile, trying to ignore the familiar warmth of their fingers on your skin. “Maybe. Enjoy the wedding!”

They finally pull back with a knowing grin, and you turn, walking back to your table with the dessert plate in hand.

As you approach the table, you find Hongjoong already watching you. His posture relaxed, but his gaze sharp, focused. Tracking. He doesn’t say anything until you sit down beside him.

“Took your time,” he remarks casually, but the edge in his tone doesn’t quite match the softness of his smile.

You glance over at him. “Ran into someone I used to know.”

His brow lifts slightly. “That so?”

You nod, setting the plate down. “Old friend. Haven’t seen them in years.”

Hongjoongs eyes flicker towards the food bar, where your friend is still hovering nearby. He doesn’t say anything right away, but the silence stretches just long enough to feel noticeable. Then, he shifts closer, one hand slipping onto your thigh under the table, gentle, but firm.

“You seemed pretty cozy,” he says quietly, voice low enough for only you to hear.

You turn your head toward him, heart skipping at the closeness. “It was just a hello. Nothing more.”

“Didn’t look like nothing,” he murmurs, his hand giving your leg a slow, deliberate squeeze. “You sure about that?”

The playfulness in his voice is still there, but its tinged with something deeper—protectiveness, maybe.

You smile faintly, placing your hand over his. “Joong, I’m sitting here with you. That should tell you everything you need to know.”

For a moment, he just looks at you, like he’s weighing the truth of your words. Then, his hand slides upward just a little, fingers brushing along the edge of your dress, leaning in close, lips nearly brushing your ear.

“Good,” he whispers. “Because I don’t like sharing.”

A subtle thrill runs through you at the low, teasing threat in his voice. And yet, beneath it, there’s tenderness too. The way his hand stays curled around yours under the table, the way his thumb draws soft circles against your skin.

𝜗𝜚

Speeches began as soon as everyone received their food; passing with soft music, laughter, and clinking glasses.

Every now and then, you’d feel Hongjoongs hand rest on your leg, subtle yet possessive.

By the time the speeches are done, the dance floor begins to fill. Hongjoong leans over to whisper something in your ear, his lips brushing your skin just enough to make your breath catch.

Your old friend shows up again, grinning, clearly tipsy, strolling toward you with that same overconfident charm.

“Didn’t think I’d see you again so soon,” flashing a smile that lingers a little too long. “Dance with me?”

You pause, then glance at Hongjoong out of the corner of your eye. He’s watching quietly, his fingers curled loosely around his drink. Calm. Still. But not blinking.

You smile sweetly at your friend. “Sure, why not?”

As you stand, you catch the subtle shift in Hongjoongs jaw.

On the dance floor, your friend wastes no time getting closer. Hand settling just a little too high on your waist, thumb brushing over the exposed skin on your back. You feel it. Letting it happen. Maybe even lean in a little more than necessary when they whisper something in your ear, laughing lightly like you don’t notice their fingers sliding along your spine.

You’re fully aware of how close you are. Of the eyes watching you from across the room.

Especially his.

And when your friend’s hand slips lower, you don’t flinch. Instead, you turn your head just enough that Hongjoong see’s the smirk tugging at your lips.

He sets his drink down.

Stands.

Moves.

You don’t even have time to pretend to be surprised before he’s behind you, his arm sliding smoothly around your waist.

“Mind if I steal my date back?” not even glancing at your friend.

You give him a slow smile, your voice soft and teasing. “Steal away.”

Hongjoong’s hand stays firmly on your waist as he leads you away, steering you with effortless confidence across the dance floor, down the hall, and away from the crowd. The moment you’re out of view, he stops, backing you into the wall with a low, amused breath.

“You think I didn’t notice that little game?” he whispers, his lips brushing the shell of your ear before he pulls back just enough to meet your eyes.

You tilt your head, eyes bright. “What game?”

A slow, dark smile crawls across his face. “Don’t play dumb, baby. You wanted to see how far I’d let it go.”

“And?” trailing your fingers up his chest slowly.

He leans in, his nose brushing against yours. “I think you forgot who you belong to.”

Before you can even respond, his mouth crashes into yours. Hungry. Rough. Possessive. The kiss steals the breath from your lungs, leaving no room for questions about who’s in control now. His hands roam your sides, sliding over your hips, like he’s claiming you all over again, grounding you to him as he explores you with his hands.

He doesn’t stop.

He laces your fingers with his and pulls you into a nearby room that’s dimly lit and quiet, the reception noises muffled by the thick door he locks behind you. The second it clicks shut, he pushes you gently against the wall, with one hand curling around your thigh to hoist it around his waist.

His lips find your neck, biting, a gentle suck, and tasting.

“You really like to push me, huh?” he mutters into your skin.

Your only response is the way your hips roll forward, meeting his with a teasing grind that earns a low growl deep inside him.

That’s all he needed. His mouth finds yours again, more desperate this time, while his hands move to slide up your legs, your sides, exploring like he wants to memorize every inch of you. The room seems to grow warmer, smaller, almost like it’s holding its breath for the two of you.

“You have no idea,” he murmurs against your mouth, “How hard it was to sit there and pretend I wasn’t losing my mind.”

“Seeing the way they looked at you, like they had a chance. Touched you like they didn’t know any better. But I’m the one you always come back to.”

You nod, fingers gripping his jacket. “Only you.”

His jacket comes off, your fingers tugging at his shirt like it’s muscle memory. There’s zero awkwardness or pause. Just two people who are all too familiar with one another. Two people who have been holding back for too long. Every touch is bold, every kiss is fiery.

And when he finally whispers your name against your skin, low and breathless, it’s not just possessive, but almost reverent. Like he’s reminding both you and himself that you’re his. Fully.

You barely register it when he lifts you with ease, carrying you across the room. He sets you in front of a full-length mirror tucked into the corner, the soft lighting casting a golden glow on both your reflections.

You look up, the sight of the two of you nearly takes your breath away. His dark eyes locked into yours, hands trailing down your sides, lips softly kissing your shoulder.

“Keep looking,” he murmurs, the husky timbre of his voice dripping in raw desire. “I want you to see how beautiful you look when you fall apart for me.”

He moves behind you, gently urging you to part your legs, spreading just enough for the both of you to watch as his fingers slide between your thighs.

“Look how wet you are already, baby,” he groans, slowly dragging his fingers up and down your slit, spreading the slickness teasingly. “Fuck, you’re so pretty like this.”

The mirror shows every little quiver, every soft gasp as he circles your clit and keeps you on that edge, but not giving it to you yet, still playing with you, still holding back. You squirm under his touch, already desperate from the teasing he’s been giving you all night. He knows what he’s doing, no doubt, and you can’t tear your eyes away from the mirror, watching his fingers dance between your legs.

Then, finally, after what felt like an eternity, his fingers push into you, slow and deliberate, pulling a moan from your throat.

Your body jolts slightly as the pressure is a delicious shock, and he pauses there, letting you adjust. His gaze meets yours in the mirror again, dark and steady. He starts to move his fingers at a maddening pace, not fast, just deep. Every drag makes you tremble even more, your legs threatening to give out.

You try to grind your hips against his hand, yearning for more, but he tsks softly tightens his hold around your waist, keeping you still.

“You’ll have to beg for it, princess,” he whispers, his lips brushing against your ear, his eyes never leaving yours in the mirror. “Say it. Tell me what you want.”

The look in his eyes leaves no room for denial. He wants to hear it, he wants to own it. Your mouth falls open, the need making your voice shaky as you finally give him what he wants.

“Please,” You whisper, your breath catching in your throat as he curls his fingers just right inside of you.

He doesn’t move yet, he just watches you in the mirror, one brow raised, waiting.

You swallow, heat pooling in your core. “Please, Joong. I want more… I want you.”

A dark smile tugs at his lips, pleased with your surrender. “There she is.”

Without another word, he moves. His fingers pick up pace, thrusting deep and slow; then fast and shallow. He never made it easy, he kept you guessing and kept you on the edge. 

Your reflection shows everything. The way your thighs tremble, slick glistening on his fingers, the helpless part to your lips every time he brushes your sweet spot just right.

Your head tipped back, but he caught your chin and tilted it forward again.

“No,” he growls softly, mouth close to your ear. “Don’t look away. Watch yourself come apart for me.”

And you do.

The wet sounds of his fingers moving in and out of you are filthy, echoing faintly in the quiet room. Your moans come faster, louder, your legs buckling as the intensity builds, but his arm is there, holding you close, his presence a steady force behind your unraveling.

“Such a mess,” he whispers against your neck, his breath warm. “You love it, don’t you? Love watching yourself like this.”

You nod desperately. “Y-Yes, fuck, I—“

He cuts you off with a sharp curl of his fingers, and your body practically jolts. Your hands fly to the mirror for balance, leaving a foggy print on the glass as your thighs shake with need.

Then, just as you think he’s going to take you over the edge, he stops.

Your body cries out in frustration, hips rolling against him uselessly as he pulls his fingers out with a wet sound. You whimper, broken, aching, turning to face him.

But Hongjoong merely smirks, slowly bringing his slick fingers up to his mouth, sucking them clean, never breaking eye contact.

“I’m not done with you yet.”

And in the mirror, you see it. the shift. The way his patience snaps, and desire takes control. He’s not teasing anymore. He’s about to ruin you.

He turns you gently but firmly, bending you forward just far enough to press your palms flat against the mirror, your body arched perfectly for him.

Behind you, you hear the sound of his belt unfastening, the slow, deliberate, unzip of his pants, and it shoots another wave of heat through your already aching core.

“Keep your eyes on yourself,” his voice a sultry blend of velvet and fire. “I want you to see exactly how good I fuck you.”

You barely manage a nod before you feel the thick press of him at your entrance. Your breath hitches, your eyes lock with his one last time before he thrusts in, all the way.

Your gasp turns into a moan, loud and wanton, as he fills you completely, offering you no time to adjust. His hands grip your hips tightly, grounding himself as he begins to move; deep, rhythmic strokes that rock your body forward with every thrust.

“God, you feel so fucking good,” he groans, watching the way your mouth falls open, the way your breasts bounce with each movement, the wet slap of your bodies echoing through the room. “So tight. So fucking perfect. Made for me.”

Your legs tremble under the intensity, but he’s right there, one hand sliding from your waist to between your legs again, fingers finding your clit and circling mercilessly.

“You’re gonna come for me just like this,” he says lowly into your ear. “Bent over, dripping, looking like the prettiest little mess.”

Your cries get louder, your body tensing, the overwhelming mix of pressure and pleasure building fast. It gets rougher, more deliberate, each stroke angled to hit that perfect spot deep inside you.

You grip the mirror, breath fogging the glass, whimpering as climax crests hard and fast.

“Joong—fuck—I’m—!”

“Let go, baby.” he growls. “Come for me. Show me.”

The orgasm rips through you, leaving you shaking, moaning his name like a prayer. Your thighs quiver, your knees nearly buckling, but he holds you through every wave, never stopping, fucking you with slow, dragging thrusts that draw it out beautifully.

He followed not long after, the tight pull of your body around him was too hard to resist. He buries himself deep with a guttural moan of your name, spilling inside you as his hand tangles in your hair and his mouth presses to your shoulder.

Hongjoong holds you there for a moment longer, his lips leaving slow, featherlight kisses along your cheek and jaw as your breathing evens out. His hand rubs gentle circles on your back, grounding you, coaxing you down from the high with every soft word and touch.

Then, gently, he pulls out, hands smoothing across you while he turns you around and brings you into his arms.

“Too much?” he whispers, voice lower now, laced with something tender.

You shake your head, dazed and blissed-out, letting your arms wrap around his neck. “No. Not even close.”

He chuckles softly, pulling back just enough to look at you, eyes warm now, full of affection. “Come here,” he says, guiding you over to the nearest couch.

You sit with him, legs draped over his lap, he grabs a small cloth from a side table, dampening it with water from a chilled bottle he finds.

The soft care in his movements as he cleans you up, as he straightens your outfit and smooths your hair, is a stark but comforting contrast to the chaos of a few minutes ago.

“You’re so beautiful,” he says quietly, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Even like this. Especially like this.”

You lean in, pressing a kiss to his jaw, and for a while you just rest, bodies tangled, breathing synced, the low hum of music from the reception muffled through the walls.

Eventually, he glances at the door. “We should probably get back before someone sends a search party.”

You both share a quiet laugh, reluctant to move, but he stands first and reaches for your hand, helping you to your feet. Together, you do a quick once-over in the mirror, adjusting clothes, fixing your hair, smoothing any lingering signs of what just happened.

He gives you one last look, a mischievous little smile playing on his lips. “We look… decently innocent.”

You roll your eyes, smiling. “Let’s just not walk too fast.”

[killishin]

— ♡ right person at the right time.

PART 04.

pairing: jason todd x reader

category: lots of fluff, angst, he fell first she fell harder kinda trope, sfw, thinking of making this a slow burn but we'll see.

content warning: afab, mention of death (reader's mother), violence here and there, mention of blood, inaccurate medical talk, not proofread

summary: reader's just a normal citizen of Gotham, scrambling to making ends meet. after a fateful encounter, when he saw the reader kick ass and save a life- he can't get them off his mind. and fate just keeps pulling them together forcing him to do something about it.

a/n: im having a shit week but at least i have time to write. enjoy :)

wc: 3.8k

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dividers by @cafekitsune

easing back into normalcy wasn't easy, not after that very weird, very out of the blue— very pretty— gift. you had wrapt it back in its box and kept it safely on your vanity as if your clumsy hands would somehow shatter the rubies. you had decided to give it back to red. you knew well in first glance that it would have hurt his pockets hard enough— and you just can't accept something that expensive as just an apology.

but he didn't turn up. that sly idiot did not come, it has been a whole week now. and you tried to rationalise that he has far more responsibilities on his shoulders than to play buddy buddy with you but you just wanted to return something that you possibly don't deserve.

you kept your grubby hands off of it without any problem initially, then your heart began tugging you along, wanting you to just wear it. its pretty, you love pretty things who doesn't?

your eyes stared at it, lips puckered in a deep frown, struggling with the polite part of you. the rubies stared back, like sirens calling.

that's when there was a knock, no not on the balcony but from the main entrance. you almost released a disappointed sigh as your heart had momentarily awakened in anticipation of that vigilante.

you opened the door and Kira barged in with bags— shopping bags held on both her forearms. you closed the door with an amused smile and folded your arms, "looks like you finally emptied your bank account huh?"

she rolled her eyes but her giddy smile stayed etched, "of course not! i didn't pay for it. at least not mine." your brows furrowed and she continued, "we're going to the gala!"

in contrast to her excited yelling, your brows just further furrowed, lips scrunching up as you walked towards her, poking at the bags in confusion and suspicion. dresses, two in total. "who's we, kira?" you questioned before giving her a pointed look, "tell me you don't mean me."

kira is a reporter, a good one at that, just reaching her prime and she has been to a good number of galas.

her lips turned downturned, brows furrowing and you immediately scoffed, "i can't believe you—"

"but its a gala."

"filled with those snobby, rich, insensitive—"

"it has great wine. and food."

"i can get great food at the diner down the road. and its made by a sweet old lady-"

"its a Wayne gala."

your lips seized for a moment, stopping as you registered the words. in your eyes all those charity galas are nothing but places for the rich to practice their laughs and stew in gossip. but you've heard of the most talked gala, the ones the Wayne's throw. and while you still have your reservations about it, you know its one of the genuinly best parties. it has the best cuisine selected, the wines are somehow always something new and better than last, the arrangement actually shows refined taste.

maybe for a day you can set aside your differences, at least you can have an experience of a gala, the best one at that. even if it'll suck at least you'll have a story to tell.

so you consider, much to your chagrin, you do.

"its still gonna be filled with those pricks." you grumbled, though it sounded more petulant than firm and she bit back a smile, "yeah but who says you gotta talk with anyone of them? I'll quickly scope any scoop i can get then we can dance, and drink and eat- all while looking the most gorgeous in the room."

and she's got you.

"alright when?"

"dress up, pretty. we're leaving in an hour." she winked before happily taking the bags to your room and you followed behind with a sigh.

"its been soo long since we went out together-"

"didn't we just eat dinner together yesterday?"

"that wasn't going out, that was just stewing in each other's depression." she scowled before stopping dead on her tracks, her eyes trained right on the earrings.

"oh. my. god."

"oh shit—" you cursed under your breath before rushing to hastily close the box. she clicked her tongue in annoyance before swatting you away, opening it back up and gasping yet again.

"who gave you these?!"

you reeled back a bit with an offended frown, "why did you assume someone gave it to me? i could have bought it too."

"with that salary? yeah right." she scoffed before back to cooing at the earrings as if its literally her baby.

"out with it. who gifted you these hm??" she teasingly asked and your groaned, pulling the box gently out of her grasp and putting it back down.

"no one. i mean— a friend."

"right a friend." she scoffed, "at least he's a loaded one for sure."

"its nothing kira. im gonna return it."

"why?!" she stares at you like you just committed a heinous crime, making you scoff. "because its too expensive?"

"so??" she scoffed back as she rested a hand on her hips, "come on if this didn't hurt the pockets of the one who gifted you, you should just thank the daylights outta them and wear it."

"but—"

"not wearing it will be a disrespect to the gift. to the person."

"....you know this is called manipulation?"

"not if its for your best interests." she shrugged as a cheshire smile adorned her lips, "also they're just too pretty to return because you're an emotional idiot."

and so she finally convinced you to go, wearing those rubies. you felt a bit bad for wearing them without even thanking him prior to it. the guilt was there, like a persistent ache, but it lightened at the sight of them on you. they really were beautiful, you didn't linger on why he specifically bought rubies, chalking it up to him just really being obsessed with red.

and as you left, lost in the shine of the red on you, you failed to notice the red reflecting off the glass of your balcony.

"kira what the fuck?"

"i know."

it was beautiful, down from the drapes to the architecture, the carefully selected wine that tasted just the right amount of sweet and fizzy, the chandelier— the chandelier. it was straight out of some fantasy, some fairytale and all its missing is the fluffy gowns. of course its ethereal, it would be since its held in the Wayne manor itself— something kira failed to mention.

"you didn't tell me it was hosted right in the manor!" you whispered to her, nervously yet awkwardly looking around. it wasn't that you were a mess at interactions, its just you don't want to be caught fawning over the art and architecture all for a rich snob to sneer at you. you really do not want to out yourself in a sea of sharks.

"it was supposed to be a surprise!" she grinned, this time it really was innocent and you sighed, shaking you head as you smoothened your dress for the umpteenth time.

"you gotta relax, pretty." she reassured, gently steering your shoulders towards herself, "do what you like. flirt with whoever you want or simply geek out about the art. the people here are way too self absorbed to notice us, trust me." times like this you really do feel grateful for a friend like hers.

"and if someone bothers you, i'll take care of them. just holler." she grinned wickedly, winking at you as she pulled back.

"holler? in the middle of the gala?"

"yep." she chuckled as she started walking away, "they won't remember us anyway."

you shook your head as you stifled a laugh, something told you she has brought the wild side of her to a lot of galas.

but then you realise you're alone. while she makes her round for any potential scoops, you need to keep yourself company. so you snatch a wine before looking around, actively avoiding everyone's eye. you pick a relatively empty corner by the huge window stool, leaning against the wall as your eyes admire the particular painting up on the wall.

"not fond of socialising i presume?"

your skin jumped a bit, the wine sloshing around in the glass a bit as you looked beside you. you really didn't hear him�� him, oh he's a gorgeous him alright.

"didn't mean to startle. dick grayson." he smiled, a certain playfullness to it before he extended his hand towards you.

your eyes flickered to his hand and then his eyes, skeptical but also a bit confused. not only have you seen him somewhere that name sounds awfully familiar—

"oh!" your brows jumped up as you shook his hand, quite a reflex action since you realised this damn manor was technically his home. "hello— hi. sorry i didn't recognize-"

"its no problem." he chuckled, amusement rolling off of him and you're already starting to see the proof of his charm that the gotham talks about, "i tend to gravitate towards the more interesting people in these boring galas, so i should be the one apologising if i... intruded."

he did not sound apologetic at all, instead his eyes simply flared with delight as he looked down at you. it unsettled you, not exactly in a creepy way, but you do want to be a part of whatever he is concocting in that pretty head of his.

"interesting? how is me standing in a corner interesting?" you mused as your raised a brow at him, willing your nerves down. he stuffed his hands in his trouser pockets before looking around, his brows furrowing in fake annoyance.

"you're not among them, gossping and bragging. or feeling me up." he makes an exaggerated shudder of his body before sighing and you stifle a laugh, "the gotham elite has some drama every other tuesday, so i get them needing to gossip." you shrugged and he caught the way you subtly grouped him with them.

"also i thought you liked the attention. i don't mean to assume, but it certainly looked that way in the tabloids." you said and he immediately grinned teasingly , "really didn't take you to be interested in tabloids."

"im not." you come to your defense, quite quickly so, "but i see them here and there. in passing." you're definitely not going to accept that in front of anyone, much less the source.

out of the corner of your eye you noticed the center being cleared, lights dimming down. as if that was exactly what he was waiting for he extended a hand and did a little bow, and you wondered just how many people has he charmed to be this confident.

"great to know you're interested." he said and before you could deny that he tilted his head towards the center, where few had gathered. "a dance? something to break your assumptions." his smile wasn't inviting, it was challenging. everything about him seemed mischievous, as if he was upto no good.

still you accepted, and he was a good dancer. he swayed you right, the dip was perfect— though his hold did get tight suddenly.

dick on the other hand, he wasn't looking at the pretty lady in his arms, no, he was looking at his brother right across the room shooting daggers at him. he smiled back, wide and smug, before mouthing, "she's really gorgeous."

Jason's fist tightened as his jaw clenched in unmasked ire at his brother's antics. he would have regretted coming here, as he always does, but he really can't stand you in his arms.

so what happened was he had... eavesdropped on your conversation with your friend. he only wanted to check up on you but the mention of gala really caught his attention. more when the name Wayne reached his ears, he should have left at that. he never attends Bruce's galas, hates them with a passion— not to mention any interaction with bruce that puts him in the spotlight really throws him off. but then you wore the earrings— his earrings. and just like that his heart swayed.

it swayed so hard to the point he doned on the suit, full black and formal. and while the stares and whispers made his eyes twitch, he was far too enamored by the sight of you, beautiful and stunning. he can't help the pride that swells in his chest as the earrings glint in the warm light, he does have impeccable taste.

he would have approached first, he really wanted to but he wasn't red hood right now, he wasn't the red you knew, he was just.. jason. the man who promised to text back for the settlement of the coffee but left you on unread. yeah he really forgot about that.

and he was content with simply watching, but apparently his brother wasn't. dick was already flabbergasted when jason called him to let him know he's coming, reluctantly requesting him to handle bruce in case he swarms jason. and ever the curious cat that dick is, he needed to know why the sudden change of heart.

and his eyes followed Jason's line of direction and settled on you, immediately remembering you from the cafe.

now being the good brother he is, it is his... duty, you can say, to push his brother on the right path. and so that is why he is swaying with you, your innocent yet awkward smile in sharp contrast to Jason's glare at a distance.

his dimples simply deepened as he watched jason literally march to where you are, so confidently and smoothly evening out his frown before plastering the same charming smile dick has.

"really sorry to cut in." he wasn't. before you even knew what was happening, who it was and why the hell did dick wink at him—

oh.

Jason's hand engulfed yours, intertwining, while his hand slipped around your waist yet it felt as if it was hovering. he didn't even pull you close, the gap almost felt awkward yet his eyes didn't show that discomfort. he was giving you a choice, asking while respecting your space.

"you." you whispered out, and your brows raised slowly, "the guy who helped. jason was it?" you remembered his name, you weren't one to forget so easily. but it did hurt your ego a tad bit to not get a text back, its not like you were hitting on him, you simply wanted to return back the money.

his lips pulled into a sheepish smile as he looked away for a moment, cursing his past self for his stupid decisions. it made sense at that moment, to keep you at an arms length. "one and only."

you stepped closer to him, letting your hand rest on his chest, a silent permission and in an instant his hovering hand rested on your waist. it was just a simple touch, you shouldn't make a big deal out of it yet his touch burnt you— it seared through the very fabrics and found its way to your heart. neck warmed, heart thudded— your breath stuttered for a good second, but it wasn't noticeable enough, you hope.

it was to him.

he looked different, maybe its the lights or the suit, but he looked different, dashing. beautifully so. you couldn't help the subtle way your eyes lingered on him, not stagnant on a particular point but all of him. eyes, cheeks, scars, neck, lips—

"i really want to apologise. for not texting." he said, making your eyes snap up and you hoped he didn't notice how sweaty your hands got, or felt the heat searing your body.

he did.

of course he noticed, he noticed everything— he sees everything. but you don't, and for that he's thankful. he's entirely thankful that you didn't feel the twitch of his hand on your waist, simply to bury the need to pull you closer. you didn't notice the way his eyes softened when you let him be close, the way his lips parted. he could finally let his eyes be, admire you in your beauty while being jason and not red.

"can i know why?" he twirled you and gently tugged you back in his arms, they didn't feel cagey. for some odd reason something about him felt... familiar. the proximity was less than it was with dick, yet it didn't raise any flags in your head.

"i mean i wasn't hitting on you. just wanted to return your money." you shrugged and that tone was enough to drag him out of his happy reverie, plunge him in ice cold water because you do not sound very pleased right now.

"i forgot about it— im so sorry." he winced out a smile as he swayed you a bit more, more snug and your eyes narrowed amusingly, " i forgot about it and since i don't bother with unknown numbers—"

"i mentioned my name. and i think i even added that im the person from the cafe." you cut through, faking an innocent tone but your eyes conveyed all the skepticism you felt , "the very same day too. so unless you've got amnesia— which you clearly don't— i don't see how you forgot about it." your smirk was challenging, taunting and his heart roared. it fucking roared in his chest. he should feel even a tiniest bit guilty but he doesn't. his mistake did lead to seeing you being mean and scathing— he loved that.

and as if some higher power (dick) was helping him, the tempo changed. it was faster than before, it had more tension.

it got his blood rushing, putting his rational side on the bench and letting his heart dictate every move. it was dangerous, it was stupid.

but did it matter?

one look at you, the slight pull of a smile on your lips and he doesn't even have to answer.

nope.

legs worked faster, his hands gripped yours harder, twirled you faster— till your back collided with his chest. you felt the slight brush of his jaw on your cheek, the smell of aftershave. the man you met in the cafe was gentle, reserved but nice. the man you're in the arms of is far more than that.

"anyway i can make it up to you?" he twirled you back around and pulled you close, his hand flat on your back. he tilted his head, and suddenly the gap lessened even more. you could see his eyes— the deep blue, the green. his pupils were dilated, depths that seemed to snatch you in them.

"by taking back the money i guess— you're good at this." you huffed out in slight surprise, your brows furrowing and he chuckled, deep and low enough to reverberate through you. "glad i could impress you."

"you were impressing me?"

"thought that was obvious?"

"no i thought you wanted to forget about me—"

you let out an inaudible gasp as he dipped you suddenly. you didn't know whether to be shocked or mad at him. but your heart didn't care for either, thudding so hard you wouldn't be surprised if the whole fucking room heard it.

"let me take buy you a coffee as an apology?" he whispered, smiling so smugly you scoffed at his audacity as he pulled you up.

"are you asking me out after ignoring me for weeks— no, months?" you questioned cheekily and he laughed, "im never gonna hear the end of it won't i?"

"you sound like you're already sure i agreed. i didn't yet."

"you didn't say no either."

"but i can."

"you won't though."

you glared at him but the smile on your lips gave away your amusement. your eyes caught kira in a distance, wiggling her brows at you.

you stopped before taking a step back, your body didn't appreciate being robbed of his warmth though. "it was nice meeting you again, jason."

suddenly grabbed your hand as you were about to walk past him, "the earrings look beautiful on you by the way." he smiled before walking away, the tip of his ears suddenly red despite the confidence he presented. your hand instinctively touched your earring and you smiled, yeah they are.

Jason's world was crashing down, hands twitching, curling and uncurling as it lamented the loss of you. he got a taste, and now he wants more. he already thought he had enough as red, meeting you in those little stolen moments were enough. but now he saw how you'd look in his arms.

his heart craves that.

its a storm in him, he should keep his distance. sever all ties all together, both as red hood and as jason. that would be the smart thing to do, the right thing. he shouldn't entangle his personal and vigilante life together, not that they weren't already. but at least to you, red and jason were different. and he thought both were undeserving of the warmth of life, all until you.

so why won't his heart want you? selfish, greedy— whatever his heart was it didn't matter, he didn't care. there was more than just a pull towards you, you had already made a snug little home in his heart and he couldn't find it in himself to evict you out. his mind and heart were yet again in a clash.

his phone vibrated. his brows furrowed as he looked down at it. immediately he scoffed out a laugh, you wired back the money. and texted him a lil something.

i don't like owing people. also i'm only free on weekends.

he shook his head. what storm, what clash? it didn't matter. it never did. you were already carving a you shaped hole through the walls around his heart.

"why the hell you didn't tell me you danced like that?!"

jason rolled his eyes at dick. he forgot how both him and bruce must have seen it all.

"i didn't know i could either." he muttered under his breath but dick didn't care, he wiggled his brows again.

"you guys looked snug and cosy."

"that you did." where the hell did Alfred come from?

"we were just dancing!"

"why didn't you tell me you were coming jason? and who was that lady?" great now bruce spawned out of nowhere.

"is this an interrogation?" he grumbled under his breath but dick only grinned.

"did she say yes?"

"to what?" jason frowned in frustration.

"you asked her out. did she say yes?" now he frowned for a whole different reason.

"i didn't—"

"you're dating?"

"excellent choice, master jason."

"im not—"

"oh he is. oh i wish everyone could see it." dick sighed exaggeratedly.

"you will tell no one—"

"already did."

jason rubbed his face as he looked up at the ceiling.

"i will shove your face in that horrible cake."

"....it wasn't horrible :("

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boy toy | part one

jey uso x seth rollins x fem!reader word count → 3.7k summary → your sugar daddy seth loves to spoil you - your new penthouse in miami is evidence of that - but seth can't always be there. that’s why he decides to give you a present: a pretty boy toy to keep you company. notes → my first time writing for seth! based on this post from the amazing @lov3rla03. the fantastic @h0ney-fiction also wrote their own fic based on this prompt that i cannot recommend enough! links → masterlist / taglist  tags → sugar daddy au, prostitution au, dom!seth, switch!jey, switch!reader, daddy kink, dom/sub, objectification, nipple play, blowjobs, handjobs, begging, comesharing

The city lights twinkled below, the sprawl of the city stretching as far as the eye could see. The last traces of the sunset still lingered in the sky, fiery streaks of orange still visible on the far horizon. You smiled when you felt a pair of strong arms wrap around your waist, a firm body pressing up behind you. 

“What do you think?” Seth’s voice was low, his breath warm in your ear. “Do you like it?” 

He was referring to the penthouse. It was the third one he’d bought for you - this one in Miami. He seemed determined to have a place for you in every major city in the continental United States. 

“It’s beautiful,” you admitted, leaning back to rest your head against his shoulder. “But it’s too much, Daddy. I really don’t need it.” 

“Sure you do,” Seth purred, pressing a sweet kiss to your neck. “You need this and more. Where do you want your next one to be? Atlanta? Chicago?” 

“You’re ridiculous,” you chuckled, pressing a kiss of your own beneath his bearded jaw. “Hotels exist, you know.” 

Seth shrugged. “Who needs them? I’ll make sure you have your own place. Something just for you.” 

“You’re spoiling me.” 

“That’s the plan.” 

You turned around to face him, smiling when you caught that mischievous twinkle in his eye. “You look like you’re plotting something.” You told him, reaching up to play with the hair in his beard. “What is it?” 

“What makes you think that?” Seth asked, though his smirk told you he had something up his sleeve. 

“You’ve got that look.” 

“What look?” 

You tugged a little on his beard and Seth’s grin widened. 

“I know my Daddy,” you murmured, your voice low as you leaned up to brush your lips against his. “And I know when you’re plotting something.” 

Seth smirked. “Smart little girl, aren’t you?” He chuckled, leaning forward to complete the kiss you were teasing him with. Seth kissed the same way he did everything else: with passion and chaos - just a hint of madness beneath all that intensity and emotion. Seth was a force and you felt your knees weaken at his touch, your stomach fluttering at his easy dominance. Your fingers curled in the soft fabric of his suit, pulling him closer just to feel his body against yours. 

“You’re so sweet to me, baby,” Seth groaned, his hands drifting to your hips. “So sweet and perfect. Such a good girl, aren’t you?” 

You hummed in agreement, smiling when his rough hands reached beneath your shirt to squeeze the soft flesh of your hips. You could feel his erection through his slacks, which is why you were surprised when he broke the kiss and leaned back to look at you. 

“Think you deserve another present, don’t you?” 

You raised an eyebrow. “For what?” 

“Let’s call it a housewarming gift.” Seth’s grin spelled trouble. “To celebrate your new apartment.” 

“What kind of gift?” 

Seth reached up to cup your cheek and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch. “You left your box of toys at the apartment in New York,” he murmured, his thumb brushing across your cheekbone. “So I decided to get you a toy for Miami. Something you can keep here.” 

“A toy?” Now you were even more confused. 

Seth laughed, as if he were sharing a private joke. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about it, sweetheart. Daddy’s already taken care of everything.” 

You wanted to ask more questions, but Seth pressed a quick kiss to your lips before you could. 

“Now I know you flew in from London, so go enjoy your new shower, baby. I’ll have your present all ready for you by the time you get done.” 

And with that, he smacked another large kiss onto your forehead and sent you on your way, shooing you into the direction of the bathroom. 

“And don’t take all day either. I’ll be waiting.” 

You cast him a doubtful look, but you still obeyed, making your way to the bathroom to shower.

While it was normal for Seth to surprise you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that he was plotting something different tonight. His smile had been a little too knowing, a little too playful. You could only imagine what he was scheming, though you tried not to worry about it as you stripped out of your traveling clothes and focused on your shower. 

The bathroom was ridiculously luxurious, though you weren’t surprised. When you learned Seth had bought you yet another penthouse, you knew it would be similar to the others — opulent and with a hefty price tag. Only the best for his babygirl. 

Glass countertops, aquamarine walls, sparkling white tile… this place was very different from the other homes Seth had bought for you. He’d brought in an interior decorator to give the place a tropical feel, a stark contrast to the penthouses he’d bought you in New York and L.A.

And you liked it. Perhaps you’d spend more time here. You enjoyed being close to the ocean, the air always warm and the days always sunny. 

By the time you finished your shower and fixed your hair, you found yourself nervous. What kind of toy had Seth bought you? The man was no stranger to sex toys and he was certainly adventurous (you couldn’t bring yourself to call him eccentric), so what could he possibly be scheming? 

While you couldn’t be sure of exactly what awaited you, you knew you wanted to look your best. Just to play it safe, you decided to wear your nicest set of lingerie - the all black set that hugged your curves in all the right places and left little to the imagination. As far as sugar daddies go, Seth demanded very little, but you still made an effort to look nice for him - something you knew he appreciated. 

It wasn’t until you’d checked yourself in the mirror a few more times that you finally worked up the courage to leave the bedroom. To your surprise, Seth was already waiting outside. 

“Look at you,” he purred, his rough hands already grabbing your hips to pull you close. “All dolled up and it isn’t even my birthday. You’re too good to me, sweetheart.” 

You couldn’t help but smile, pressing your body flush against his just to feel the erection straining in his pants again. “Thought you had a present to give me?” 

Seth offered you a devilish grin. “Greedy girl. Already wanting more even though I’ve just given you this entire penthouse?” 

“Daddy!” You protested, pulling away with a frown. “That’s not true! I was just-”

“I’m kidding, baby. I’m kidding.” Seth was quick to soothe you, pressing a sweet kiss to your cheek to calm you down. “I know you’re grateful, sweetheart. That’s why I love spoiling you so much. And that’s why I think you’ll like the toy I've brought home for you.” 

You cast him a wary glance. “Really?” 

“Mm hm. I got it all set up in the living room. Do you want to see?” 

You nodded, allowing Seth to take your hand and lead you into the large, open space of the den. 

You weren’t sure what you were expecting, but it certainly wasn’t another man. 

He was sitting on the main couch near the window, one leg propped up on his knee as he reclined against the cushions. Your eyes met and he immediately sat up, watching you with interest. 

You stopped in your tracks, instinctively moving closer to Seth as the new man’s eyes roamed your half-naked form. 

“It’s alright, baby,” Seth was quick to reassure you, wrapping his arm around your waist to pull you close to his side. “Don’t be shy. You’ve got nothing to hide.” 

The man’s dark eyes met yours again and they were mesmerizing to look at, seemingly pulling you closer despite the firm grip you were keeping on Seth’s jacket. He was devastatingly handsome, that much was certain, with full lips and a soft beard. His skin was a beautiful bronze, his exposed arms covered in intricate tribal tattoos. He looked lean and muscular, like an athlete, his cropped tank top revealing the toned muscle of his stomach. 

“What do you think?” Seth asked, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. “I got him just for you.” 

You managed to tear your eyes away from the man and stare up at Seth in bewilderment. “What?” 

Seth huffed. “Well, I can’t be here all the time.” He rolled his eyes as if this were perfectly obvious. “You’ll need a nice, pretty toy to keep you company. So I picked one out for you. And he is pretty, isn’t he?” 

He was, but you were still having trouble processing the situation. 

“So… he’s for me?” 

“Of course. Only the best for my babygirl.” Seth kissed your forehead again. “Now go on and see if you like him. If not, I’ll get you another one, I promise.” 

You wondered if the man appreciated being objectified this way, but he didn’t seem offended. If anything, he seemed curious, his gaze at you intrigued as you took a brave step forward to get closer. 

You looked back at Seth, but he only pushed you forward some more. “Go on,” he insisted. “He won’t bite.” 

You reluctantly shuffled forward, your eyes now glued to the man in front of you. His brown eyes were round, almost like a puppy’s, his gaze at you still curious. It wasn’t until you were close enough to touch him that you saw a flicker of nervousness in his gaze. That made you feel a little better. You didn’t think you’d like someone arrogant and cocky. You already had Seth, after all. 

“Go on and sit on his lap, sweetheart.” Seth said from behind you, no doubt still watching the scene with interest. “How else will you know if you like him?” 

The man was quick to lean back at Seth’s words, offering you plenty of room on his lap. You hesitated, but eventually obeyed, straddling the man’s legs to lean over him, your hands gripping his strong shoulders for balance before settling into his lap. 

He was even more beautiful up close, if that were even possible. His chain and earrings were gold and you couldn’t help but reach up to touch the dangly cross from his right ear in admiration. 

“What’s your name?” You asked him, watching in wonder as the man’s pink tongue darted out to wet his lips before he answered. 

“Jey.” 

His voice was deep, the sound rumbling in the expanse of his chest. You caught a glimpse of golden tooth caps on his canines, but his mouth hadn’t been open long enough for you to really see. Without thinking, your fingers reached up to brush against his lips. You were shocked to find that they were even softer than you imagined and you had to resist the urge to lean down and kiss them. 

Jey watched you with interest, but he didn’t push you away. Instead, he opened his mouth obediently as you nudged his pillowy lips apart, allowing you to get a better look at the gold you’d seen. You were pleased to find a set of golden grillz on his bottom teeth, your fingers running across the cool metal to feel it for yourself. 

You watched in fascination as his pink tongue darted out again to lick at your fingers, his eyes now glinting with playfulness. You couldn’t help but grin. 

“Aw, he’s cute.” You gushed, removing your fingers to stroke his beard. It was soft too, like everything else about him. “Like a little puppy.” 

Jey grinned in response, his gold teeth gleaming in the light. 

“I knew you’d like him,” Seth hummed, moving around the couch to stand behind Jey. “Thought you’d want something cute.” 

You scratched more into Jey’s beard and watched as his eyelids fluttered, his body relaxing at your touch. You could feel his large hands reaching up to encircle your hips, keeping you perched on his lap even as you released his beard and leaned back to look at him. 

“Where did Daddy find you?” you murmured, watching as Jey’s puppy eyes opened again to meet your curious gaze. 

“I got a boss, same as you, pretty girl.” he chuckled. 

You couldn’t be sure if it was his honeyed voice or the pet name that caused butterflies to erupt in your stomach, but you blushed all the same.

“His boss is a friend of mine.” Seth interjected, smiling at you. “It took a considerable amount of money to pull him away from his other clients, but now he’s all yours. If you want him, of course.” 

It must have been a hefty sum for Seth to even notice it. He hardly ever paid attention to the price tag, especially if it was something for you. You wondered just how much this pretty toy of yours had really cost him. 

You let out a small hum, curling your fingers into Jey’s shirt. “Can I see more?” You asked, tugging against the offending fabric. Jey gave you a knowing smile before pulling the shirt over his head and tossing it to the side. 

Your eyes were instantly drawn to his tattoos. While they were hard to miss, you’d been so captivated by Jey’s handsome face that you hadn’t really paid attention to them. You reached out with timid fingers to trace the tribal ink across his chest, appreciating the way his muscles flexed beneath you. The patterns were beautiful, drawn and etched over miles of golden skin. 

“Pretty.” You breathed, your eyes taking in the intricate designs across his body. Your fingers found one of his nipples and you couldn’t resist the urge to flick it, grinning at the surprised gasp it earned. 

“Such lovely decorations,” Seth crooned, moving up behind Jey to entangle his hand into Jey’s dark curls. You watched with interest as Jey obediently allowed Seth to tug his head back. “He was the prettiest one I could find. Do you like him, baby?” 

“Mm hm.” You agreed, kneading at the firm flesh of his pectorals. “You picked a good one, Daddy. He is pretty. Prettiest toy you could have given me.” 

You couldn’t help but squeeze Jey’s pecs together, watching as Jey let out another breathy gasp, long eyelashes fluttering as Seth kept that dominant hand in his hair. And when you pinched one of his nipples, he jumped in surprise, letting out a small whine at the feeling. 

“Aw, look, Daddy! He’s sensitive.” You couldn’t help but grin, continuing to play with his nipples to see what other cute little sounds you could draw out of him. You noticed that he didn’t fight Seth’s hand in his hair, his body open and pliant, even when you twisted meanly on one of his nipples and he hissed. 

“And you got me a submissive toy? Daddy, you spoil me.” 

Seth grinned, tightening his grip on Jey’s hair just to hear him whimper. “He can do both, sweetheart. I made sure of it when I got him for you. He’s yours to play with however you want.” 

You tugged on Jey’s nipple again and his hips bucked forward at the feeling, letting out another adorable whine. For the first time you felt his erection straining in his black joggers, your hips instinctively chasing the feeling as you began to grind on top of him. 

You reached out to tug on Jey’s beard, urging him to look at you. Your stomach flipped in anticipation when you caught sight of his lust-blown pupils, his gaze up at you almost desperate. 

“I want to see more,” you whispered, your hands drifting down to the waistband of his pants. “Can I?” 

Jey was quick to nod, lifting his hips to allow you to tug down his pants and palm at the erection in his boxers. 

“I wonder if it’s just as pretty as the rest of you,” you breathed, leaning forward to capture one of his nipples in your mouth. Jey let out a low moan and Seth laughed, the sound just a little maniacal.

“I think he likes you, baby. Or maybe he really is that sensitive.” Seth’s free hand enclosed around Jey’s throat and you didn’t miss the way Jey’s cock jumped beneath your hand at the feeling. 

You were tempted to tease him, but you couldn’t deny that you were curious to see what he looked like. You were quick to fish Jey’s cock out of his boxers, your mouth watering once you finally found your prize. 

It was a beautiful shade of copper, like his skin, a small patch of dark curls nestled at the base. He wasn’t quite as long as Seth, but he was thicker, and you immediately wrapped your fingers around him to get a good feel. 

Jey moaned again, your pussy throbbing at the sound. “Pretty boy,” you cooed, offering a few dexterous twists and tugs just to hear more from him. “Daddy bought you just for me to play with. A toy just for me, aren’t you, baby?”   

Jey nodded as best he could with Seth’s hand around his throat, his hips jerking forward as you continued to stroke him. 

“Let me taste you,” you murmured, tugging off his boxers and sliding off his lap to kneel between his legs. You realized that his legs were covered in tattoos as well, your fingers reaching to trace the ones across his inner thigh. “So gorgeous.” You praised, looking up at him through your eyelashes. “Daddy always picks out the best presents.” 

Seth grinned down at you, his hand still cradling Jey’s jaw to keep him still. “Knew you’d like him, sweetheart. Don’t I always get you things you like?” 

“Always, Daddy,” you replied, offering a few kitten licks to the tip of Jey’s cock to get your first taste. You scooped up a pearl of pre-cum with your tongue and were pleased to find that he tasted almost sweet. 

Jey’s hips jerked forward again as you continued to lick at him and Seth’s grip around his throat tightened. “Uh uh,” he tutted, his eyes gleaming with mischief. “Be a good boy and let your new owner play with you. Show me you’re worth the money I gave your boss.” 

Jey whimpered, but he still obeyed, forcing himself to sit still even as you wrapped your lips around the tip and began to suck. 

He tasted so good that you almost felt light-headed, sinking down further and further on his cock until your nose was nestled in a soft bed of brown curls. 

“She’s talented, isn’t she?” Seth whispered to Jey, his tongue darting out to trace the shell of his ear. Even from your spot between Jey's legs, you could see that new gleam in Seth's eye. He got like this sometimes: just a little unstable, just a little crazy. “Maybe she’ll let you fuck her throat. If you’re good enough, that is.” 

You met Seth’s gaze again and smiled around Jey’s cock, beginning to bob your head up and down. You used your tongue to massage the underside of his dick, hollowing your cheeks to maximize his pleasure. Jey moaned again and Seth cackled with glee. 

“You’re making him feel good, baby,” he praised, watching you with fondness. “But he won’t come without permission. It’s just how they're trained.” 

You released Jey’s dick with a lewd pop, watching as Jey resisted the urge to squirm. 

“Really? Like he can’t do it at all?” 

Seth’s grin was wicked. “Mm hm. Hunter trains his boys well. So if you want to taste him, you’ll have to give him permission first.” 

Jey’s cheeks were now a pretty shade of pink, though you couldn’t tell if it was from embarrassment or arousal. 

“What do you think, sweet boy?” you cooed, wrapping your hand around him again just to hear him moan again. “Should I let you come? Daddy said you’re mine, which means I get to decide.” 

Jey’s fists were clenched at his sides, struggling to keep his eyes open as you stroked him. “Please,” Jey’s voice was hoarse, still trying hard to be obedient and keep his hips still. “Please, can I come? Please?” 

“Aw, Daddy, he begs so sweet.” You couldn’t keep the mocking tone out of your voice, your hand beginning to pick up speed. “But I don’t know if I should. What happens if I spoil him too much?” 

Seth let out a huff of laughter. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. He’s trained well. I don’t think you can spoil him too much.” 

Jey let out another whimper as your thumb swiped over the slit of his cock, his gaze at you pleading. “Please,” he begged, looking positively heartbroken as he offered you his best puppy eyes. “Please, will you let me come? Please, I’ve been good.” 

God, he looked so beautiful like this. No wonder he had such a long list of loyal clients. And now he belonged to you? And only you? Seth really did give you the best gifts. 

“Alright, pretty boy,” he acquiesced, tightening your grip around him. “You can come.” 

Jey’s mouth fell open, his back arching off the couch as he finally spilled into your waiting mouth. You took everything he had to give you, collecting the hot, sticky seed and holding it on your tongue. 

You watched as Jey finally collapsed against the couch, now spent and boneless. Seth was quick to release Jey’s neck, ruffling his hair affectionately, before crooking a finger in your direction. 

“Come here, honey,” Seth’s voice was an octave deeper than usual. “Let me taste what I paid for.”

You leaned up to straddle Jey’s lap again, meeting Seth’s lips in a messy, come-filled kiss. You felt Seth’s tongue scoop Jey’s seed from your mouth, his eyes sparkling with humor when he pulled away.  

“Sweeter than I thought he’d be,” he grinned, carding his hands through Jey’s hair the same way you would a cherished pet. “But what do you think, baby?”

You looked down to meet Jey’s eyes again. He was smiling now, reclining lazily against the cushions as he recovered. You felt his cock already twitching back to life between your legs and your eyes widened in amazement. 

“I think he’s perfect, Daddy.”

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Bite marks

Dark!shauna shipman x reader

Snippet from my dark!nat x reader x dark! lottie x dark!shauna universe

Shauna had always likes biting, but you didn’t always mind

Warnings:

Biting, dark!shauna, toxic relationship, cannon Yellowjackets stuff, mental health problems, dissociation, cannibalism, ect

Another snippet from my dumb bunny universe (written as x reader tho ofc)

It’s finally here and I kinda hate it 😭😭

soz this took so long to post

Her fingers traced the indents on your wrists so softly. If you weren’t so tired, you’d have probably flinched away from it.

You lay with your head in her lap. Curled up into her like a good little pet.

Natalie was busy with her queenly duties and Lottie was off doing goodness knows what in the woods, leaving you in the arms of your third lover, Shauna.

Summer was finally starting to arrive, the sun setting later in the evening and leaving you all feeling slightly cheerier than months beforehand.

You felt Shauna lift your arm softly, bringing your fingers to her mouth for her to lightly start nibbling on them.

Her bite was weak, not yet hurting you as you laid there letting it happen.

Shauna bit a lot.

She liked to mark you all over. Leaving bites and love marks all over your body.

Up your thighs, all over your neck, on your arms your face, your breasts…

Anywhere and everywhere, she left her mark.

Like she was marking her territory for all to see.

Her bites grew stronger, her teeth reaching deeper into your wrists and layering over the half healed indents from bites before them.

You whimper at one of the particularly harsh bites, the pain enough to make you flinch a little.

Shauna doesn’t speak, only kissing where her teeth just chomped down on your delicate skin. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think the gesture was pretty sweet.

You feel her thumb softly brush against your arm at the same time. Her fingers tracing around the indents in your wrist. It almost feels loving.

Shauna didn't speak still, just quietly admiring her own handiwork on your flesh. All the pretty little bite marks and scratches that littered your body.

Shauna liked the way the little dots contrasted against your tanned flesh.

Every time she left a bite mark on you, it made a little pool of heat deep in her belly.

You were marked as hers. Her personal little pet

She nibbled down on your wrist again, the area starting to turn red from her teeth’s touch against your skin.

Shauna let's your wrist fall from her mouth as she looks over at it with a smile. Feeling a little pride at the bright red mark that she's left.

You hear her hum in appreciation as she goes to trace a couple of her fingers over the indents, admiring them.

You’re barely paying attention, looking up at the makeshift ceiling in the hut, the distant feelings of her touches being the only thing keeping you somewhat in the present.

"Y' look so pretty like this." She comments softly, looking down at you, lying in her lap.

Shauna smiled at the redness of your skin, biting down even harder over the same spot again. She wanted the indents on your flesh to last.

To mark you as hers. 

She gently placed her hand on your waist, pulling you a little closer to her body. You can feel her soft breath washing over your ear.

She liked having you close to her like this. 

Having you sat in her lap, letting her play with your body. You were her pet. Her toy. Her little doll.

If she wanted to, Shauna knew she could have you do anything.

And that’s all she’d ever wanted. Something…or someone, to be hers, completely and utterly under her control.

You felt Shauna's fingers reach up, lightly twisting one of your nipples through the fabric of your shirt. It caused you to flinch in her lap, causing you to press more against her touch.

Her other hand reached up, fingers brushing your chin to turn your head to look at her.

Shauna smiled at you, pressing a soft kiss to the tip of your nose. 

"You're adorable, bunny. So beautiful. And all mine."

You feel Shauna begin to toy with the hem of your top, lightly tugging at it to lift it up softly.

Her hands begin to lightly brush up your stomach. Soft and warm against your bare skin. Her fingers traced over the various marks she'd already left on your skin.

Shauna's touch feels almost tender right now. Like she was touching something precious. Something...breakable.

Once she'd pulled your shirt up, over your stomach, she laid her hand on your bare flesh. Her thumb lightly dancing across your belly button as she admired her work.

All the different bite marks and scratches adorning your skin.

Shauna looked at her own creations, her eyes flicking over you with a hint of pride. You were marked as hers.

She turns you in her lap quickly, making you face her with a smirk.

As she turns you to face her, you find your thighs straddling hers. Her slender frame pressed between your legs.

Shauna's hands immediately find your hips. Her fingers gripping you tightly, holding her to you with a firm grip. She pushes your body down onto the makeshift bed set up in her hut, your back hitting the fabrics cushioning you from the bare ground.

As she pushes you into the blankets, Shauna's body hovers above you softly.

She had you right where she wanted you. There was no escaping from her now.

Not that you would ever try. The three of them had practically broken you down during their time in the wilderness, leaving you their sweet little pet. You normally just let them do whatever they wanted, Shauna most so.

Shauna's fingers once again began to trail up over your bare stomach. Her touch light and almost ticklish to your sensitive skin.

She leans down, her body pressing against yours. Her breath washing over your neck as she moved to leave another layer of bite marks in her favourite spot on your body.

Her teeth sinking into your flesh. She didn't bite hard, taking her time to savour the moment. As your skin begins to turn red, Shauna pulls back, leaving a new addition to the collection of little wounds all over your neck.

She stares down at you, admiring her work.

A small pool of heat was building in her core from seeing you so helpless underneath her.

Her body was pressed against yours again, her breasts pressed against your own. She leans back again to stare at the mess of red marks she'd made all over your neck and shoulders.

You look so pretty covered in bite marks.

Shauna reaches up, softly brushing her hand against a particularly dark one over your collarbone.

"Such a good pet." she murmurs into your skin as she leans back down, her lips making their way down your chest, nibbling and sucking at the skin as you whimper. And with every sound you let out, it makes Shauna want you even more.

Her lips are on your chest, sucking and biting at the flesh there. Wanting to leave another mark.

Her hands are still grasping at your body, her fingernails lightly digging into your sides. Wanting to keep you pinned in place for her to toy with.

"and 'm gonna make sure they all know who you belong to bunny" the tells you with a smirk, "nattys gonna be so jealous when she sees you"

A small squeak noise makes its way out of your throat after she bites one of your breasts harshly, making her laugh around her teeth grip on your skin. She can only smirk harder when she sees the small tear in her skin she had cause, a bead of blood appearing on your skin.

She presses a soft kiss to the area shed just teared open, licking at the skin before making her way even further down your body.

"Gonna show everyone your mine" she tells you possessively against your belly, knawing at your skin as she goes.

You can only stare up at her as she makes her way lower, whimpering and letting out sweet little moans at her touches, each one making you more sensitive than the last.

Her touch was such a mixture between harsh and soft, it made your head spin.

“you’re all mine baby” she whispers as she finally reaches your core, nibbling at it lightly making you squeal, "and I'm gonna show you just how much I own you"

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chaos meets guitarist p2 [manjiro x reader]

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a/n: SLKDJFDS i had no idea what to do for this chapter. i would've written the part where they all played uno n shit but got too tired. ALSO. i know i wrote that hina was a teacher in the previous chapter, i went back and edited it because i felt like it would be really fitting if reader met the gang like this tbh. might even make them make a trip to the nahoya twins restaurant!!! lmk if you guys would like that. LMK IF YOU WOULD LIKE TO BE TAGGED!

thankfully your neighbour seemed nice enough. maybe you guys could even be friends! that is, if you could be slightly more social. that first interaction was fairly weird, wasn't bad by any means, on the bright side you supposed that you had something to laugh about.  you ponder on the morning as you wander around the streets of the apartment, eventually stumbling on a quaint looking mom and pops bakery. 'it looks really cozy, maybe.. i should- the food's probably really good honestly' you think and step inside. 

you push open the door and your senses are instantly overrun by the comforting smell of bread and chocolate. small, light chatter fills the air of seated customers enjoying their breakfast. you make your way to the counter. 

a short, pink haired woman turns around with a cheerful smile that reaches her eyes, "hello! welcome, what would you like to have?" "oh.. um.. actually this is my first time here, would you be able to suggest anything?" "oh! of course! um-" "hina! hina where's the order of coffee beans? i can't find the packages anywhere.." a guy peeked his head out from the closed off kitchen area

he gazed at the lady with the brightest blue eyes you've seen, anyone would assume they were contacts. "should be in the boxes outside mitchi!" the lady chided, "look properly! ah, sorry about that," she turned to you and gave you a heartwarming smile. "so, um, our specials for this week include the pumpkin tart, raspberry pie and.. " she listed off a few options, "yeah um.. i'll have the tart please, oh. actually could you make that two?" you quickly say. maybe you should get an extra for the sweet neighbour. 

you thank the the warm lady and leave the bakery. you were definitely going to come back, maybe next time you could get to know the lady more, she seemed so kind… 

wow. you seriously need friends. 

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emma shoved mikey through the door and slammed it with a frustration that mikey was familiar with. she huffed, draken raised an eyebrow in response. "he ruined my first impression!" mikey groaned, "let go already! jeez, i said i was sorry,-" "no, I  apologised for you! you stood there like an idiot and-" emma gasps recounting the incident in her head once more, she gripped his shoulders and turned him to face her "you called her pretty! that's the first fucking thing you said!" she said in a tone filled with curiosity and accusation,

"woah, woah, woah, slow down," draken interrupted "okay, what exactly happened?" emma sighed exasperatedly, mikey freed himself from her grasp and collapsed on the couch. "mikey ran up the stairs and crashed into our new neighbour" "it wasn't my fault!" "who runs up the stairs?!" emma chided. draken chuckled. emma sighed "well, she seemed pretty nice about it so that's good. i invited her over today evening so we can properly meet her then, and mikey, you're going to properly apologise" "we'll see her again?" he said with a weirdly foreign twinge of hopefulness in his voice, draken and emma shared a glance. 

"yeah guess so. don't hog the cookies if you want her back" draken snorted. mikey instantly complied.

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a few hours passed, it was evening now, you wonder if you should go over now. you'd finished cleaning and were practically jobless, so you grab the tart, muster up all the courage you have and knock on the door of the apartment.

you ignore the sinking feeling of nervousness in your stomach as you hear the door unlock. 

"yo, you're our new neighbour right? c'mon in, emma told me you were coming over," a guy, embarrassingly taller than you spoke up. "oh, yeah.. yeah" "i'm ken, ken ryuuguji, nice to meet you" "f/n, l/n, nice to meet you too.." you suddenly felt slightly bad that you'd only bought two tarts. emma returned from the kitchen holding a plate of fresh cookies "oh! hi! you're here!"

"hi, uh. well, actually i didn't want to intrude or anything um, but you .. seemed pretty nice this morning so i just bought you er.. this tart from a bakery at the end of the street," you pause and glance at draken, "well- i only got two, sorry, i kind of assumed you lived alone," you place it on the table

"oh! oh my god, how sweet of you!" emma giggles. draken stares at the packaging for a second before opening the box "oh hey- this is from hina and mitchi's bakery." he turns to you, "they're our pretty close friends" draken explains "oh! that's so nice.." you respond, "i should properly introduce you to her sometime, yeah, their stuff is always so good! it's mostly thanks to hina though, she comes up with most of the specials. their hot cocoa is insanely good" emma interjects. "also thanks to takemitchi's affinity to follow hina's orders" draken chuckles 

the three of you sit down and talk for a bit, you take small bites out of the pastry. it's clearly made by skilled hands. no doubt about it. you find out in the conversation that the both of them are together, which was so sweet! you also learn a bit more about mikey, the culprit who was responsible for your fall in the morning. 

"so, actually, we heard you playing guitar the other day! it sounded really cool. have you been playing for long?" you flush, "you guys could hear that? oh.. sorry i'll keep it down, um, i've been playing since i was a teenager.. oh uh, i actually moved here to work with a friend on a music teaching business" "woah, that's super cool!" emma gushes, you chuckle bashfully "well it's nothing much right now.. but yeah.." 

in the midst of your conversation mikey burst through the apartment door, "emma! i got your freaking groceries, are you happy now? can you stop threatening me n-" he instantly cuts himself off when he notices you. "oh.. you're-" emma interrupted him, "that's my brother, don't mind him, oh! and you need to apologise properly for today morning y'know?!" emma chided back at him "oh- really there's no need for that it was just an accident-" you interject, "i'm sorry, that was pretty reckless for me to do" mikey, who you would later come to learn his real name was manjiro, apologised. 

draken raised his eyebrow, this was probably the most sincere apology they've heard from mikey. it was rare that he'd even verbally apologise, even more so rare that he seemed so genuine. that to, to a stranger! 

"it's totally alright, my name's y/n, by the way, nice to meet you" you greet him with a newfound confidence from emma's hospitality. his lips tugged into a small smile, "manjiro, manjiro sano" 

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a few hours passed, you didn't expect the time to slip by so quickly, the four of you played uno, had dinner and watched a movie. with your newfound friendships and the promise of meeting up again next weekend, and a box full of warm cookies, you walked back into your apartment unit and wrapped up the eventful and rewarding day. maybe getting used to living in this new place would be easier than you thought.  tags: @manjirosfairmuse @dollrndo @dancingnewcat @idk-what-myurl-shouldbe

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pairing - nam gyu x reader summary - You were sweet. Too sweet for Nam Gyu. He knew it the moment he met you—innocent, wide-eyed, everything he didn’t deserve. But he wanted you anyway. Wanted you at his side, even when it meant pulling you into the dark. Through drug deals, bloodstained shirts, sex tapes, and strip club sins, you stayed. Now you’re his. And he’ll destroy anyone who dares touch you. warnings - au!nam gyu, afab!reader, degradation, public humiliation, threesome, nam gyu being nam gyu explicit sexual content, 18+ minors dni!! 10k words a/n - I love nam gyu so much wtf. hehe enjoy!!

You didn’t want to go to the party that night.

Your friend begged you into it, promising it would be “chill”–just a few people, a little music, drinks if you wanted them. But the second you stepped inside the dim apartment, pulsing with low bass and laughter too loud for a Tuesday night, you regretted it.

You stuck close to the wall, clutching your phone like it might save you. You didn’t know anyone here. You were too dressed up. Or not dressed up enough. You couldn’t tell. You just wanted to leave.

That’s when he saw you.

Nam Gyu leaned against the kitchen counter, black hoodie unzipped, silver rings glinting on his fingers as he nursed a drink he hadn’t even touched. He was bored. He came to these parties out of habit more than interest. But then you walked in–wide eyed, shy, pretty–and it was like a switch flipped in him.

You looked lost. Soft. Out of place.

He made his way toward you slowly, like a hunter not wanting to startle prey.

“You good?” he asked, voice low, eyes scanning your face like he already knew the answer.

You nodded quickly. “Yeah. Just waiting for my friend.”

“You don’t know anyone here, do you?”

“...No.”

He tilted his head. Smirked. “Then stick with me.”

You hesitated. He stepped closer. “I’ll keep you safe.”

That night, Nam Gyu never left your side. He never let anyone else get too close. He made sure your drink stayed full, that you hand stayed warm in his. And when you yawned around midnight and said you were tired, he walked you out himself, gave you his number, and kissed the back of your hand like a gentleman who had no business being that charming.

Now

You’re in his passenger seat now, thighs sticky against the leather, soft dress riding high on your legs. There’s lip gloss smeared at the corner of your mouth, and you don’t even notice. He does.

He notices everything.

“You always wear this when you want something, don’t you?” Nam Gyu hums, fingers brushing over your bare thigh. “My sweet little angel.”

You nod before you think to answer, and he smiles like a wolf.

You’ve been his for months now–long enough that people whisper when they see you with him, long enough that your friends don’t ask where you disappear to for days at a time. They don’t want to know.

You go where he goes. To his place. His car. His errands. Even the ones that end in dark alleyways and heavy duffel bags. He never lets you out of his sight. And when he’s not there, you feel hollow.

But he always comes back. He always takes care of you.

You’re his good girl.

“You sure about this, baby?” Nam Gyu asks as he shuts the car door behind you. His voice is low, even, but his eyes flick toward you–sharp and calculating under the streetlight.

You nod, nervous but stubborn. “I just want to be with you.”

He chuckles, brushing his thumb over your lips. “Even when it’s ugly?” He glances down the alleyway where two men are waiting. “Even when I’m not your sweet Nam Gyu, just the monster who makes people disappear?”

You swallow and nod again.

His smile is slow and dangerous. “Alright. But here’s the rule, angel.”

His hand curls around your jaw, not tight–just enough to make you listen. “You keep that pretty mouth shut. You don’t say a word. You don’t look at them. You stay by the car. And if you’re good–real good–I’ll give you a reward.”

You press your thighs together. “I’ll ruin you so bad you’ll forget your own name,” he murmurs, lips brushing the shell of your ear. “That sound nice?”

You manage a soft little, “yes sir,” and he hums like he’s satisfied.

You stay where he told you–seat pushed back just enough to give you some cover, head turned to the side as Nam Gyu steps out of the car. His demeanor changes instantly: relaxed but unreadable, hands shoved into his coat pockets as he strolls up to the two men waiting beside a warehouse.

They talk quietly. No smiles, no greetings. One guy lifts a briefcase. Nam Gyu checks it, gives a short nod, then motions to his own jacket–passing off something that glints under the dim light.

It’s fast. Efficient. Clinical.

You know this world doesn’t scare him. But the thought of something going wrong, of him not walking back to the car–it twists your stomach into knots. You have to force your hands to stay in your lap.

But then he’s striding back toward you, unbothered, cracking his neck like it was just another Thursday night. He slides into the driver’s seat and glances at you sideways.

“You alright, baby?”

You nod quickly, but your heart is racing. He reaches out and runs a hand through your hair. “You did good. Real good.”

And the way he says it? It lights a fire in your gut.

It’s not even ten minutes later when you’re bent over the hood of the car in some secluded backlot, the city lights just faint in the distance. Your dress is hiked up, your face flushed, and Nam Gyu is right behind you, fucking into you slow and deep.

“You didn’t make a sound,” he groans, brushing your hair from your sweaty cheek. “Didn’t move. You’re my perfect girl, you know that.”

Your moan is all breath and need, hands sliding across the car’s cool metal for something to hold on to.

He grins, pulling out his phone. “Smile for me, baby.”

The camera clicks on. His voice dips into a murmur. “Look at this. My angel–makeup smudged, drool on her chin, taking my cock like it’s the only thing she’s ever wanted. You’re so fuckin’ pretty like this.”

You gasp when he reaches forward, thumbing over your swollen lips.

“This video’s just for me,” he whispers. “So I don’t forget how you look when you’re ruined.”

His free hand slips between your legs, and you’re gone–crying out his name, shaking as the pleasure rolls through you. And afterward, when he lifts you up and sets you in his lap in the back seat, he kisses you soft and sweet. Wipes the tears from your cheeks. Tucks your hair behind your ears. 

The phone buzzes. 

“Saved,” he says with a smirk. “Think I’ll watch that next time you’re not around to fuck me stupid.”

You only stepped away for a second.

Nam Gyu had gone to take a call–something business related, something he didn’t want you hearing. You understood. You always did. So you waited near the back hallways of the bar, tucked between the restroom signs and a neon beer logo humming overhead.

That’s where Jihoon found you.

“You look bored,” he said smoothly, stepping in too close, his cologne sharp and cloying.

You straightened up, uneasy. “I’m fine.”

“Sure you are.” His smirk deepend. “Didn’t expect Nam Gyu’s girl to be so…obedient.”

You blinked. “What?”

Jihoon looked you over, dark eyes gleaming with knowledge that made your stomach twist. He had joked earlier, “you always keep her so quiet, hyung,. Must be doing something right,” but now, now he wasn’t joking.

You stepped back. “Excuse me, I need to–”

“I get why you don’t talk much. I’d keep my mouth full too if he fucked me like that,” Jihoon drawled. “Took me a while to figure out it was you in that video, but once I did…Goddamn.”

Your blood ran cold.

You didn’t speak. You couldn’t. Your mind spun with horror. The video–that video–Nam Gyu said no one else would ever see it. You were on your knees in it, ruined and messy and sobbing through moans, begging for him while he praised you like you were made of gold.

Jihoon winked.

You pushed past him, heart racing, almost falling over your own feet as you found Nam Gyu leaning against the bar, scrolling through his phone. He glanced up, ready to tease you for looking so rattled–but his expression shifted the second he saw your face.

You didn’t have to say anything. Just whispered, “he saw it,” and Nam Gyu turned to stone.

Which one? He didn’t ask. What did he say? He didn’t need to.

Jihoon was still by the hallways, sipping his drink like he owned the place. Nam Gyu moved so fast you almost didn’t catch it.

The glass in Jihoon’s hand shattered first–Nam Gyu’s fist collided with his face, then again, then again. It wasn’t a fight. It was a punishment. It was a goddamn reckoning.

Shouts erupted. People scrambled.

Nam Gyu had Jihoon on the floor, blood splattered across his knuckles, his voice venomous as he snarled, “You watched something that didn’t belong to you.”

Jihoon coughed, wheezing. 

“You looked at her,” Nam Gyu seethed. “Talked to her. Thought I wouldn’t find out?”

You reached him only after two other men pulled him off. His chest heaved. Blood dripped from his hand, and his eyes–his eyes looked like they’d kill again if you gave him the word.

And then his gaze fell on you.

You. Shaking, scared. Clutching your arms like they could keep you from falling apart.

He crossed to you in two strides, cupped your cheeks with his bloodied hands like he was afraid you’d disappear.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I’m so fucking sorry.”

You shook your head, tears slipping down your cheeks. “I didn’t send it. I swear–”

“I know, baby. I know.”

He hissed your forehead. Then your lips. Then your jaw, breath stuttering with how close he’d come to losing his mind. “You’re mine,” he said. “They don't get to see what’s mine.”

You don’t speak on the ride home.

Nam Gyu’s knuckles are still red. The inside of his palm split open in one place, blood smeared across his fingers. You keep your hands in your lap, your head resting against the window, eyes unfocused. But you feel him glance at you every few seconds–checking. Watching. Like he doesn’t quite trust the silence.

The moment the door shuts behind you, his hand catches your wrist. “Wait.”

You pause, turning toward him.

“There’s blood,” he says, thumb brushing along your jaw. “From me. On your face.”

You blink, and he curses under his breath, not at you–never at you–but at himself. 

“Go shower, baby. Please. I’ll get your clothes, alright?”

You nod, and the moment stretches. He leans in and presses a kiss to your cheek, just beside the smear. Then another, at the corner of your mouth. His voice is hoarse when he murmurs, “Don’t lock the door.”

The water is hot. You sit on the tile floor with steam curling around you like a cocoon. You scrub at the dried blood, the sweat, the fear. You breathe. And when you step out wrapped in a towel, Nam Gyu is already there–waiting on the edge of the bed with clean clothes folded beside him and a bottle of water in his hands.

He helps you dress like you’re fragile porcelain. Pulls the shirt over your head. Brushes your damp hair back with careful fingers. Covers your thighs with one of his hoodies when you climb into his lap.

“You were so good today,” he whispers against your shoulder. “So brave.”

Your arms wrap around his neck, and he pulls you in tighter, like he’s trying to tuck you inside him.

“I’ll never let anyone near you again. I swear.”

You bury your face in his chest and nod, your voice muffled. “I know.”

He presses kiss after kiss to your skin–your neck, your cheek, your temple–until your breathing evens out and your body starts to relax.

“Next time, I’ll kill the fucker.” he says quietly, more to himself than you.

You’re curled up against him on the couch, one of his hoodies swallowing you whole, your legs across his lap. The movie you picked is playing, but neither of you have paid attention in twenty minutes.

Nam Gyu’s hand drifts up your thigh, slow and casual. His phone buzzes once–then again–and he sighs, unlocking it lazily.

“Still talking about that video,” he mutters under his breath, tilting the screen away from you. “Motherfucker’s lucky I didn’t break his jaw.”

You glance up at him. “You didn’t delete it?”

He looks at you for a beat. Then smirks, “Why would I delete this?”

He turns the screen to face you. 

It’s you, on your knees. Barely dressed, lips wrapped around his cock, tears in your lashes, drool slicking your chin while he praises you between low moans. You let out the tiniest sound–something between embarrassment and heat–and your thighs press together without thinking.

“Look at you,” Nam Gyu says softly, his tone dark and full of pride. “No wonder he wanted to watch this. You’re fucking hot, baby girl. Look at you.” He swipes forward. “This one–fuck, this angle. Your eyes? The way you choke around me? How could I not keep this?”

You squirm in place, hands twisting in the fabric of his hoodie. “Gyu…” you whisper, breath catching in your throat.

“What?” he asks, sliding a hand beneath the hoodie and up your bare stomach. “You embarrassed? You looked so fucking pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby. That’s not embarrassing, that’s my good girl.”

You let out a desperate whimper and rock your hips forward, needy and flushed and trembling.

“Need something?” he asks, still watching the video like it’s art. “You were begging in this one, too. Just like you’re doing now.”

“Gyu,” you whine. “Please.”

That gets his attention. He tosses his phone aside and grabs your hips, pulling you fully into his lap. You straddle him. Flushed and aching, and he kisses you hard–possessive and rough, tongue deep in your mouth like he owns it. Because he does.

“You want to be good for me again?” he breathes, pressing his cock against you through his sweats. “Wanna make another, pretty girl?”

You nod frantically. “Yes, yes please–”

“Then you earn it,” he growls.

His lips trail down your neck, tongue hot, teeth grazing. One hand cups the back of your head, fingers tangling tight in your hair as he pulls just enough to make you gasp.

“There she is,” he murmurs. “My perfect little fucktoy. Bet you’d let me do anything right now, wouldn’t you?”

You nod frantically, hips grinding against his clothed cock. His grip tightens. “Use your words, sweetheart.”

“Yes,” you pant. “Anything.”

He chuckles and drags his thumb along your jaw before sliding it down to press against your throat.

“Anything, huh?” His voice drops into a filthy rasp. “Then tell me what you want. What position, baby? You want it soft and slow on the bed? Bent over the couch like a whore? On your knees while I fuck your throat again?”

You squirm, so needy it hurts. “I–I want–”

“Spit it out,” he growls, his hand tightening just enough around your neck to make you flutter. “Tell me or I’ll make you beg for an hour.”

“I want you to bed me over,” you cry. “Please, please, I want it from behind–I need you so bad–”

“Oh, fuck.” He groans, cock twitching against you. “See? That’s what I like. Begging and filthy. Just like my girl should be.”

He presses you down on the couch, flipping you with ease, his hand sliding up your back as he yanks the hoodie up and over your ass.

“You think I should film this one?” he says casually as he slides his cock against your dripping pussy. “Send it to that little fuck who wanted to see you. Let him watch while I make you cum again and again.”

You whimper, voice breaking. “Please–”

“Or better yet…” he leans over you, lips brushing your ear. “I could make so much money posting this online. People would pay to see you like this. Pretty and used and cock drunk. Let them all see what a good little toy you are for me.”

He grabs your hair again, hard, and pulls your head back as he finally pushes inside you, slow and deep until you’re crying, shaking underneath him.

“This pussy’s mine,” he growls, fucking into with bruising and possessive thrusts. “You hear me? You’re mine. No one else gets to have this. No one else gets to touch you.”

“Y-yours,” you sob, loving every second. “Only yours–”

“That’s my girl.”

Your body jolts with each deep thrust, the slap of skin on skin loud and obscene in the dark apartment. His grip in your hair never loosens, forcing your back into a delicious arch while he other hand roams greedily–your hip, your waist, your throat.

“You hear that?” he pants against your ear, teeth grazing your jaw. “That wet little sound every time I fuck into you? That’s how bad you wanted it.”

You’re incoherent, drooling into the couch cushion as your nails claw at the fabric. 

“Look at you,” he hisses. “Completely fucking gone. I should take a picture of your face right now–make it your contact photo so everyone knows exactly what you look like when I’ve got you like this.”

You sob a moan as your walls tighten around him, your orgasm crashing through you with a violent ripple. Nam Gyu groans low, filthy and wrecked, fucking you through it, his rhythm never breaking.

“Fuck, that’s it–milk my cock, pretty girl. So desperate for it. So fucking good.”

You feel him twitch, stutter. The hand on your throat slides down, and he presses on your stomach, pinning you in place. His voice turns tight and sharp. “Where do you want it, baby? Inside? You want me to fill you up?”

“Please,” you whimper. “Want all of it–please…”

He growls and slams into you once, twice–then he’s gone rigid behind you, hips flush to your ass, cursing under his breath as he spills inside.

Silence follows, heavy with heat and breathlessness. 

He collapses over you, pressing soft kisses along your shoulder as he strokes your waist, grounding you, whispering praise like a secret spell.

“So good for me,” he murmurs. “My sweet girl. Always take me so well, don’t you?”

You nod weakly, boneless and dazed beneath him. He’s already pulling you into his lap, kissing your temple, guiding you with gentle touches to the bathroom.

You’re wrapped in a fresh towel, perched on the sink while Nam Gyu dabs at the faint trace of mascara on your cheek with a warm cloth. His jaw is tight, the earlier heat replaced by something more protective. More reverent.

“I told you,” he mutters, “you’re too soft to be around this shit.”

“But I want to be with you,” you say quietly, eyes wide and still a little glassy. “I don’t want to stay behind.”

He grits his teeth. “It’s not safe.”

You slide your fingers down his bare chest, voice barely above a whisper. “You’ll protect me. You always do.”

His hands falter. “Fuck. You know I can’t say no to you.”

The hum of the engine is the only sound in the car. Nam Gyu’s hand is firm on the wheel, eyes fixed ahead, jaw locked. You fidget beside him, heart fluttering not from nerves–but because you can tell he’s switched into that cold, razor sharp mode. The one he wears when things are about to get messy.

“We’re not here to make friends,” he says finally, voice low and unreadable. “You don’t talk to anyone. You don’t look at anyone. You don’t fucking wander.”

You blink, then nod.

“I mean it,” he continues, eyes flicking to you. “You stay glued to my side. If I say move, you move. If I say run–”

“I’ll run.”

His lips twitch, like he wants to be mad at you for being so quick to agree–but he’s too busy watching over you. From the backseat, he grabs a black hoodie and tosses it onto  your lap.

“Put that on.”

You hesitate. “But–”

“You’re already wearing a skirt that shows too much,” he snaps. “Don’t give them a reason to stare.”

You slip the hoodie over your head, letting it swallow you whole. The sleeves go past your hands and the fabric smells like him–cigarettes, leather, mint gum. He exhales slowly, watching you pull the hood up.

“Good girl.”

Inside, it’s loud.

Grimy walls vibrate with the bass-heavy music and the roar of men hyped on bloodlust. Fights break out in circles, sweaty bodies slamming into each other. Money changes hands. Bottles click. Everything smells like booze, smoke, and violence.

Nam Gyu walks ahead of you, his hand gripping yours tightly. His shoulders are tense, steps wide and confident. Like a wolf guiding his mate through enemy territory.

It’s only minutes before you feel the first set of eyes.

Then another.

Men nudge each other. Smirk. One of them–greasy hair, tattoos curling down his neck–leans a little too close when you pass. His eyes rake down your body, lingering even through the hoodie.

“Cute,” he murmurs, loud enough for Nam Gyu to hear. 

Nam Gyu stops. His grip on your hand tightens, then suddenly he’s yanking you behind him, shoving you gently toward the wall as he steps between you and the other man.

“You got something to say?”

The guy grins, not backing down. “Relax, man. She yours?”

Nam Gyu doesn’t answer. Just stares him down like he’s already picturing what bone to break first. His whole frame is taut, jaw ticking, a slow burn behind his eyes. “You know what?” he says softly. “I don’t like your face.”

The guy scoffs, but Nam Gyu’s hand twitches at his side. His stance is pure threat.

The man eventually snorts and turns away, muttering something under his breath, disappearing into the crowd. Nam Gyu turns to you immediately, eyes scanning your face.

“You okay?”

You nod, wide eyed. He cups the side of your neck gently, thumb brushing over your skin. His voice drops, barely audible beneath the music.

“Stay behind me. No more close calls.”

You murmur, “Yes, Gyu.”

He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “If one more motherfucker looks at you like that, I’ll beat him bloody in front of everyone here.”

The crowd thickens as the next match begins. Somewhere in the center of the warehouse, two men are going at it hard, fists flying, blood spraying across the concrete. The cheers rise in waves, but Nam Gyu barely flinches. He’s got one arm looped around your waist now, thumb rubbing slow circles through the hoodie fabric as you stand just behind him.

“Didn’t think I’d see you here tonight,” a voice cuts through the noise, low and mocking.

Nam Gyu turns, lazy and slow, and across from him stands a man you don’t recognize–but from the way Nam Gyu’s hand immediately tightens on your hip, you know he does.

“Bringing your girl to the ring now?” the guy laughs, eyeing you like you’re some toy he’s judging. “She doesn’t look like your usual type, man. Bit too…clean.”

Nam Gyu doesn't say anything. Just reaches into his jacket pocket, pulls out a joint, and lights it with calm precision. The flame flickers briefly in his eyes–eyes that never left the man’s face.

“Didn’t think you liked ‘em sweet,” the guy keeps going, grinning wider now. “Thought you liked the kind that’d keep up with your mess, not shy little bitches who–”

Nam Gyu exhales a stream of smoke. Slow. Deliberate. His arm drops from your waist as he takes a step forward.

You tense, but his hand shoots out–grabbing the man by the collar and jerking him forward so fast you don’t even have time to gasp.

“You ever say her name in the same sentence as ‘bitch’ again,” he sneers, “I’ll shatter your face so bad you’ll be sipping meals through a fucking straw.”

The man tries to laugh it off, but there’s no breath behind it. Nam Gyu lets him go with a rough shove, and the guy backs off quickly, disappearing into the crow.

You exhale only when Nam Gyu turns back to you. Still calm. Still collected. Like that didn’t even ruffle him.

He takes another drag, the smoke curling around his lips. 

“Can I try?”

He looks down at you, and it’s that look.

The one that makes your knees go soft. The one that shuts your mouth without a sound. Sharp and final and all dark hunger. 

“No.” 

You blink, surprised. “But–”

Before the word can finish, his free hand lifts and gently wraps around your neck. Just enough pressure to still you, to remind you who you belong to.

“Don’t argue,” he mutters, leaning in close, his breath warm and tasting like smoke. “You don’t need this shit. You’ve already got something in your system that keeps you high.”

He squeezes once, soft and possessive, then presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’ve got me.”

You’re tucked behind him again–fingers curled into the back of his jacket, face half hidden by the hood he made you wear. The lights in the basement flicker overhead, and the music is so loud your ears are ringing.

Nam Gyu’s talking low to a guy with shaky hands and a too-skinny frame. The exchange is smooth, money folded, bag slipped from pocket to palm, quiet nods.

You’re quiet. Just like he asked.

Until he pulls out a pre-roll from his jacket and lights it without missing a beat. Your nose wrinkles. And you can’t help it. You huff, “So you can smoke, but I can’t?”

Nam Gyu pauses mid inhale. His gaze cuts to you slowly, like he’s deciding whether or not to bother being patient.

You blink up at him biting your lip with fake innocence.

He exhales a curl of smoke. “Stop arguing.”

“But it’s just–”

“I said stop.” His tone is flat and cold.

But you push–because you’re feeling bold. You like when he’s rough. You like when he growls and drags you away from crowds just to show you who’s in control.

You grin, barely hiding it. “What’re you gonna do, Gyu? Spank me in the middle of a fight club?”

His eyes flash. He takes a slow step toward you and you backpedal into the wall with a laugh until his hand comes down hard on the wall beside your head. His other hand comes up under your chin–firm, fingers splayed across your throat, just enough to make you feel caged.

“You don’t want to be a brat right now, pretty thing,” he murmurs, low and dangerous. “Because I’ll punish you right here. In front of everyone. Think I won’t?”

Your breath catches, thighs clenching involuntarily. 

He smiles, mean and dark. “That’s what I thought.”

But you still don’t shut up. You smirk, tilt your head. “You wouldn’t.”

His eyes narrow. And then his hand slides down your body, gripping your ass through the hoodie. Squeezing. Firm.

You yelp, cheeks going hot, looking around quickly–but no one seems to notice. Or they’re pretending not to.

Nam Gyu leans in, his lips brushing against your ear. “You wanna be a brat?” he breathes. “Fine. I’ll make sure every fucker in this place knows you’re mine.”

Before you can speak, his hand slides between your legs, right there over your panties, pressing slow and firm.

You squirm, whimpering, and reach out to grab his hand. “Gyu–”

“No,” he says. “You opened your mouth. Now take it.”

His fingers rub a slow, tortuous circles through the fabric, and your knees almost give out. “If I pull my hand away and you’re soaked through, baby…” he grins, tongue running over his bottom lip. “You’re gonna make me real proud.”

 The pressure of his fingers between your thighs fades as quickly as it came, and you’re left dazed, breathless, against the cold wall of the fight club basement.

Nam Gyu looks down at you like he’s bored, but his hand is still on your neck–firm but not cruel, controlling and grounding.

“You wanna act like a brat?” he whispers. “Fine.”

You glance up, flushed and wide eyed.

“Take your panties off.”

“What?”

“You heard me, angel,” he says, thumb brushing over your jaw. “Right here. Right now. And hand them to me.”

“I–Gyu, I can’t–”

His hand tightens around your throat. Not painful, just firm enough to make your legs weak. His mouth is at your ear now, voice dipped in something darker.

“You don’t tell me no. not when you're soaking wet wearing my hoodie. Not when you were moaning in public like you wanted someone to hear. You made this choice.”

You swallow hard. Heat coils low in your belly. Your hands shake as you reach under your skirt, and slowly peel the soaked panties down your legs.

They stick a little, damp with arousal. You want to die.

Nam Gyu watches, eyes locked on your every movement. And when you finally hold them out, face hot with shame, he snatches them from your hand and casually shoves them into his back pocket.

Like it’s nothing. Like he didn’t just take a piece of you in front of half the goddamn room.

“Good girl,” he hums, brushing his knuckles down your thigh. “Now be smart for me.”

You nod silently, throat tight.

“Act normal for the rest of the night. Stay close. Be sweet. And maybe–if you don’t get on my nerves, I’ll let you cum when we get home.”

He leans in, lips kissing your neck. “If I feel like being nice.”

Then he turns on his heel, walking away without looking back. And you’re left trembling, no panties, slick dripping down your thighs–and the weight of his promise burning like fire under your skin.

The rest of the night crawls. Your legs feel too warm, too bare even with your skirt and his hoodie covering them. Every movement, every whisper of air against your skin reminds you: no panties. Nothing but your own slick and his promise hanging like a weight between your thighs.

Nam Gyu doesn’t touch you again. He doesn’t even glance your way.

You follow him like a shadow, just like always–but tonight it’s different. You’re raw and exposed, nerves buzzing, head spinning with want. Every stare from across the room makes you press closer to him. Every brush of your thighs reminds you who owns you.

Finally, finally, he signals it’s time to leave.

The fresh air outside the underground lot hits like a slap–cold, sharp. You trail him toward the car in silence, your bottom lip caught between your teeth.

Then, as you approach the driver’s side, he “accidently” drops his keys. They clatter onto the concrete with a quiet little echo.

Nam Gyu stops. Turns his head toward you lazily. “Pick them up.”

Your chest tightens. You glance around–there’s no one near, but still…this is outside. Open. Exposed.

“Gyu–”

He raises one brow. “I said,” he repeated, voice steady and cool, “pick them up.”

You hesitate, then slowly, carefully bend at the waist. The oversized hoodie lifts, rising up your thighs, baring the curve of your ass just enough to leave no question of what’s missing underneath. You feel the air kiss your skin. Hear the smallest exhale behind you.

Then nothing.

You grab the keys with trembling fingers and straighten, your face burning. Nam Gyu says nothing.

Just takes the keys from your hand, gets in the car, and unlocks your side like everything’s normal.

You trail him inside his apartment like a ghost–silent, aching, skin still flushed. He tosses his jacket on the couch, kicks off his boots, stretches. The casual routine of it all makes you want to scream.

Because you’re dripping, thighs sticky, still pantyless, still waiting for him to keep his word.

But he doesn’t even look at you.

“Gyu…” you try, voice small.

He lights a cigarette.

“Gyu, please.”

Nothing.

You follow him through the apartment, tugging on his sleeve, bumping your head gently against his shoulder like a needy kitten. “Please, Gyu,” you whisper. “You said I could…”

He blows out smoke, and shrugs you off. “If you were really good,” he says. “I’d reward you.”

“I was good,” you plead. “I did everything you said–please, please touch me. I can’t–”

He glances down at you finally, eyes lidded and sharp. “You look real cute begging like that. Like a little stray. Maybe I should keep ignoring you. See how desperate you get.”

Your lip trembles. You drop to your knees without thinking. And that’s when his mask finally cracks.

You’re on your knees before him, hands clutching at the hem of his shirt, tears shining in your lashes. Not from pain, but from need. The kind that makes your whole body ache. The kind only he knows how to fix.

Nam Gyu exhales slowly, like it’s taking everything in him not to snap right now. He flicks ash into the tray beside him, then crouches down in front of you, fingertips grazing your chin.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, voice low and mean and so soft it’s cruel. “Just pathetic. Whining, begging, crawling after me like some needy little slut.”

You whimper. Nod.

“I asked for obedience tonight,” he continues. “And you gave me attitude. So now? You’re going to ask. Nicely. Clearly. You’re going to tell me exactly what you want. Every filthy word.”

You blink up at him, lips parting.

“Say it, angel,” he urges, thumb brushing your lower lip. “Tell me what you want.”

You take a shaky breath. “I want you to…touch me.”

He tilts his head, unimpressed. “Where?”

Your face burns. “My…my pussy,” you whisper.

His eyes darken. He leans in, breathing ghosting over your face. “Say it louder.”

You squirm, thighs pressing together–but you need this. “Please touch my pussy, Gyu.”

He groans softly, then cups your face in both hands, fingers curling just tight enough to make you feel owned. “That’s better.” He pulls back and stands. “Take off the hoodie,” he commands. “Now.”

You obey immediately, stripping it off with trembling hands until you’re kneeling on the hardwood floor, bare and flushed and dripping between your thighs.

He just watches for a moment–watching your chest rise and fall, watching you tremble. Then he unbuttons his jeans, slow and deliberate. “Hands behind your back.”

You do it.

Nam Gyu steps forward, his cock already half hard and twitching in anticipation. He brushes the tip along your lips, watching your eyes flutter. “You wanna make up for earlier?” he coos. “Be a good girl now?”

You nod frantically, lips parted.

He pushes past them without warning, groaning as your mouth stretches around him. “Fuck, yes–that’s it,” he growls, one hand tangling in your hair, the other gently curling around your throat. “Knew this mouth was made for me. Knew the second I saw you.”

You choke and moan, spit running down your chin. He doesn’t pull back. “Look at you. Crying for cock. You don’t even care who sees anymore, do you? You’d suck me in front of anyone if I told you to.”

You moan around him–yes.

“That’s my girl.”

He pulls you off his cock slowly, dragging your spit-slic lips along him with a hiss, and when your eyes flutter up–desperate, ruined–Nam Gyu grips your jaw tight.

“Up,” he says. “C’mere, baby. I want you to see what a mess you’ve made of yourself.”

You stumble to your feet, shaky, dizzy with want. He drags you over to the full length mirror near the corner of the room and presses you forward until your palms hit the glass. You can see yourself–bare, flushes, cheeks wet, lips swollen, eyes dazed.

He pushes up behind you, his cock sliding between your thighs, dragging through your wetness with ease.

“Look,” he growls, one hand tangling in your hair to keep your head up. “Watch that pretty little face when I fuck you. I want you to see how desperate you are.”

He thrusts into you with no warning, deep and hard, and you cry out–body rocking forward as your breasts press against the cold mirror.

That’s it,” he grunts, his rhythm pounding and cruel. “That’s what you wanted, huh? Wanted to be teased in public, walk around soaked with no panties like my personal fucktoy?”

You can’t even speak. Just moan, sobbing out his name as your reflection trembles in front of you.

“You’re mine,” he spats, hand wrapping tightly around your throat. “Say it. Say you’re fucking mine.”

“I’m yours,” you cry. “I’m yours, Gyu–please, please I need–”

“You’ll take it,” he groans. “Watch yourself cum on my cock like a good girl.”

And you do. Loud. Shaking. Legs giving out under you as you break apart in front of the mirror, eyes locked on the way your body spasms from his thrusts. He fucks you through it, growling praise in your ear the whole time.

After the mirror, after the shaking and the crying and the way you collapsed in his arms like your bones had melted, Nam Gyu didn’t say a word. He just scooped you up and carried you to bed.

Now you’re curled in his lap, oversized shirt tugged back onto your body, hair damp from the gentle shower he gave you. His fingers trail up and down your back, soothing and slow, and his lips ghost along your temple every few minutes like he has to be touching you.

“You okay, baby?” he asks, his voice warm and quiet now. You nod against his chest, sleepy and sore but glowing with it. He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“Did so good for me,” he says. “So fuckin’ good. Took everything like a perfect little doll.” His words make you melt deeper into him. You feel small and safe and loved–even when your thighs are still sticky and your voice is hoarse from begging.

“You hungry?” he asks.

You hum. “Maybe…something sweet.”

He smirks, brushing your hair back. “I got you.”

The next day he takes you shopping. Not to a mall or busy street. He finds little tucked away boutiques, quiet designer shops, places where he can flash a roll of cash and the clerks know better than to ask questions.

“Anything you want,” Nam Gyu says, watching you try on a dress with that lazy smirk. “You look good in everything, baby.”

You try to argue, but he shuts it down fast–hand on your waist, teeth at your ear. “You’re mine. You deserve nice shit.”

You end up with a few bags–shoes, something soft and lacy he definitely picked out for his own pleasure, and a purse you swore you didn’t need.

Then he takes you out for ice cream.

You sit side by side on a low wall outside the shop, the night warm, your thighs brushing under the table as you share a sundae. He feeds you the first bite, thumb catching the melted chocolate at the corner of your lip and licking it off slowly.

“You know,” he says casually, “Thanos asked about you the other day.”

You stare up at him. “Thanos?”

He grins. “My body. Real quiet. But dangerous as hell. Smart, though. Always knows a good thing when he sees one.”

You frown. “He asked about me?”

Nam Gyu nods, chewing on his spoon before leaning. “I might’ve shown him a couple pictures.”

“What kind of pictures?”

He just smirks. Doesn’t answer. 

“Gyu.”

“The kind where you’ve got your pretty lips all swollen and your legs shaking,” he says like it’s nothing. “Told him how good you are. How you cry when you cum. He got real quiet for a second and then said… ‘Bet she’d look good on her knees between us.’”

You drop your spoon. It makes Nam Gyu laugh.

“Don’t worry. I told him I’d ask. Figured I’d see if my girl wanted to play.” He licks a bit of ice cream off his thumb again. “So? You curious, pretty thing?”

You sit there, spoon forgotten, ice cream melting between you as the air shifts. The way Nam Gyu’s watching you–lazy, teasing–makes your stomach twist in a way you know too well.

You swallow hard. “Like…both of you?”

He hums. “Mhm.” 

You squirm a little on the bench, eyes flicking away. “And…what would you…do?”

He smirks. “You want details, baby.”

You nod, too fast. Nam Gyu leans in, voice low and dripping with sin. “I’d have you between us. One in your mouth, one in your pussy. Or maybe stretched open, stuffed full, crying from how good it feels.”

Your thighs squeeze together.

“Thanos is slow,” he adds. “Patient. He’d take his time with you. Meanwhile I’d be behind you, whispering in your ear about how you look even prettier when you’re being shared.”

You whimper. He reaches over and gently cups your jaw, thumb brushing your bottom lip. “But only if you want it. Say the word and I’ll call him.”

You hesitate for one more second…and then nod. “I want it.”

The next night, Nam Gyu makes you shower. Makes you wear something soft and barely there. Nothing underneath. He’s quieter than usual, but his eyes are darker, hungrier.

“You okay?” he asks, thumb stroking your jaw.

You nod. “Just nervous.”

He kisses you slow. “I’ll be right there the whole time.”

When the knock comes, you nearly jump. Nam Gyu opens the door–and there he is. Thanos. Tall. Broad. Calm eyes, sharp jaw. A quiet, unreadable energy that sends a thrill straight through you. He nods once, respectful. But his gaze lingers.

You sit curled on the couch, heart pounding, thighs pressed tight.

Nam Gyu gestures to you with a smirk. “Told you she was pretty.”

Thanos looks at you–eyes slow, measured–and says, “You weren’t exaggerating.”

Nam Gyu walks over, kneels in front of you, brushing your knees apart. “You still want this, angel?” You nod. He glances back. “Lock the door, hyung.” And then it all begins.

They don’t rush. Thanos stands in front of you now, calm and unreadable. Nam Gyu’s beside you on the couch, fingers stroking your bare thigh.

“Come here,” Thanos says quietly, his voice like velvet.

You glance at Nam Gyu instinctively, like you’re asking for permission, reassurance. He just smirks, taps your chin. “You’re okay, angel. Go.”

You slide into Thanos’ lap, straddling him slowly. His hands settle on your hips–warm and big, but not forceful.

Then Nam Gyu’s beside you again, watching as Thanos cups your cheek, his thumb brushing your lip.

The first kiss is soft.

Then another–Nam Gyu leans in from the side, stealing your lips next. Back and forth, again and again–two mouths, two tastes, one hand on your thigh, the other buried in your hair. You’re dizzy before their shirts even come off.

Thanos peels yours over your head with care. Nam Gyu undoes your shorts, tossing them aside. You’re left in just your panties, trembling in Thanos’ lap, completely exposed under their eyes.

“I don’t know if…” you murmur shyly. “I don’t know if I want Thanos to fuck me.” It slips out before you can stop it, and guilt flashes across your face like a slap. But Thanos only smiles–soft and patient.

“That’s okay,” he says. “I’ll leave that to Nam Gyu tonight.”

Nam Gyu grins, leaning forward to kiss your shoulder. “She’s sweet, huh?”

“Very.”

Nam Gyu runs a finger up the inside of your thigh. “You gonna suck him off like a good girl, though?” 

You nod, cheeks hot. He leans in, lips brushing your ear. “That’s my girl.” Then with a lazy smirk: “Thanos can fuck you next time.”

You moan–quiet, wrecked already–and Thanos hums low beneath you. “Next time,” he agrees.

Thanos’ cock is heavy and hard against your thigh, still tucked in his boxers, but the look in his eyes is gentle. Waiting. Nam Gyu kneels behind you, lazy and confident, fingers dragging the soaked fabric of your panties to the side.

You whimper when he slides two fingers through your folds–slow and deep, curling just right.

“She’s dripping already,” Nam Gyu murmurs to Thanos, lips brushing your shoulder. “Think she likes the idea of putting on a show for us.”

Thanos just hums “I’d watch her for hours.”

Nam Gyu smirks. “You will.”

He pushes you back gently until you’re leaning forward in Thanos’ lap, chest pressed to his stomach, and Thanos lifts his hips slightly to free his cock–thick, flushed, waiting.

“Open that pretty mouth,” Nam Gyu purrs behind you, sliding his fingers out and guiding his cock to your soaked entrance. “Show him how grateful you are.”

Your body aches, stuffed full from both ends, your moan vibrating against Thanos’ cock. His hand slides into your hair, not pushing, just anchoring you there gently as he watches your lashes flutter.

“Fuck,” Thanos breathes, watching you take him deeper. “She’s really something.”

Nam Gyu groans behind you,  fucking you slow, grinding deep. “She’s mine,” he growls. “But I don’t mind sharing if she keeps being so fuckin’ good.”

You gag slightly around Thanos, your throat relaxing as you try to keep up, spit slicking your chin. Nam Gyu slaps your ass hard, the sting sharp and fast.

“That sound?” he mutters. “That messy choke? That’s what makes it real, baby.” He slams into you harder, making you cry around Thanos’ cock.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect like this,” Nam Gyu says through gritted teeth. “Torn between us. Crying around his dick while I wreck this pretty pussy. Bet you don’t even know who to moan for anymore.”

Thanos strokes your hair, voice rough now. “You want me to cum in your mouth, sweetheart?”

You nod with wide, teary eyes, and Nam Gyu groans behind you. “She loves that,” he hisses. “Let her.”

Thanos grips your hair a little tighter–not cruel, just enough–and with a low quiet grunt, he cums down your throat. You swallow it all, obedient and eager, eyes fluttering, throat bobbing until he’s done.

“Good girl,” he murmurs, thumb wiping your wet cheek. “Such a good girl.”

Nam Gyu doesn’t stop. “Stay just like that,” he commands, pounding into you now with a punishing pace. “Still full of him. Still dripping from your mouth. You’re mine, baby. Mine. and I’m gonna cum so deep you’ll still feel me tomorrow.”

You cry his name, trembling, falling forward into Thanos’ chest as you start to cum–again–shaking all over.

Nam Gyu groans as he spills inside you, his hand curling around your throat from behind, holding you still as he fucks it out, fucking you full.

When he’s done, he pulls you back, cradling you against his chest, panting against your neck. Thanos just watches, silent and dark-eyed, still stroking your hair. Nam Gyu kisses you temple, still breathless. “Next time,” he murmurs against your skin, “he fucks you too.”

Your body is jelly.

Boneless. Melted. Floating somewhere between overstimulated and euphoric, your skin still tingling from every place they touched. You’re nestled between them on the bed now–Thanos lying back, his arms around your waist, your back pressed to his chest, the curve of your ass resting snugly against his hips.

Nam Gyu is propped on one elbow beside you, shirtless and smirking, lazily dragging his fingers along the inside of your thigh like he’s still deciding whether or not to go another round.

You hum softly, lips parted, cheeks still pink. Thanos’ hand rubs gentle circles on your stomach.

“I didn’t think it’d feel that good,” you whisper, almost shy.

Nam Gyu chuckles, dipping down to kiss your jaw. “Told you.”

Thanos says nothing–just presses a kiss to your shoulder, quiet and reverent. Nam Gyu brushes his nose along your cheek, voice lower now. “Don’t worry, baby,” he murmurs. “We can do this any time you want.”

You shiver. Then, suddenly, Nam Gyu shifts you–gently but firmly. He moves you so you’re sitting up, only for him to slide you back against until your spine meets Thanos’ chest, his thick arms wrapping around your waist to hold you in place.

You gasp, wide-eyed, your head tipping back to rest on his shoulder. Thanos doesn’t say a word–he just holds you, steady and patient, like he was meant to.

Nam Gyu kneels in front of you on the mattress, one hand coming up to stroke your jaw, your lip, your throat. “Next time,” he says, voice like a promise, “you’re gonna let him fuck you.”

You blink at him, heart pounding. “And I’m gonna watch,” he continues. “From right here. Gonna see you stretched around someone else’s cock while your pretty little eyes roll back and you thank me for letting it happen.”

You’re breathing hard now. Heat coils low in your belly again. Nam Gyu leans closer, hsi thumb brushing your lips. “And you’re gonna like it.” 

You nod, barely able to speak. “Say it.”

“I’m gonna like it,” you whisper. He kisses you slowly–deep and possessive. Then pulls back and smiles.

“That’s my girl.”

You were so used to following him like a shadow, when he brought you to the club, you didn’t question it. Even when it reeked of sweat, smoke, and too much money. Even when the bass rattled your bones and the VIP suite was full of expensive liquor and half dressed girls.

You sat on his lap. Because that’s where he wanted you. Because that’s where you wanted to be. Thanos was there. Some of the others too–talking, laughing, tossing bills and making crude jokes while Nam Gyu nursed his whiskey with one hand wrapped tight around your waist.

You leaned back to whisper in his ear, “You don’t even like strip clubs.”

He smirked. “Nope.”

“Then why–”

His hand slid down your thigh. “Wanted to watch you squirm in front of everyone.” You swallowed hard. His eyes darkened. Then, slowly, he leaned forward, lips brushing your ear. “On your knees.”

You blinked. “W-what?”

He didn’t repeat it. Just shifted in his seat, hand pushing lighting at your lower back. “Get down there and crawl to me.”

The room didn’t go silent. But it felt like it did. You hesitated. And that’s when he added, louder this time–so everyone could hear: “Be a good girl, baby. Show them who you belong to.”

You hesitated for a second. Just one. Then you slid off his lap, down to your knees on the plush floor of the suite, the room tilting in your peripheral vision as the velvet of your dress pooled around your thighs.

The conversation dimmed. A few chuckles. Some low whistles. Thanos raised an eyebrow over his drink, but didn’t say a word. Nam Gyu’s voice cut through it all–calm, dangerous, amused. “You heard me. Crawl.”

Your throat went dry. You placed your palms flat on the floor, head bowed. Crawling toward him was slow, deliberate–each movement a spark of humiliation and heat that made your body throb.

And he just watched. Legs spread, glass in one hand, the other draped casually over his thigh like he was waiting for a pet to return home. “That’s it,” he murmured. “Look how pretty you are like this.”

You reached his boots. Lifted your gaze just enough to his eyes. He grinned. “You’re such a good little thing, huh? All that attitude at home, and now you’re on your knees in front of my friends.”

Thanos whistled low. Someone else muttered, “Shit…”

But you didn’t move. Didn’t flinch. Because you liked it. You like the way Nam Gyu leaned forward, sliding his hand into your hair like a leash. The way he tilted your chin up and whispered loud enough for them to all hear, “You belong to me.”

Your breath hitched. He leaned in closer, voice softer now. Just for you. “Tell me who owns you.”

Your lips parted. Your voice was a whisper, but it carried. “You do…”

He smiled. Dark, possessive, pleased. “Louder.”

You closed your eyes, shame and arousal crashing together in your chest. “...You do, Nam Gyu.”

“Good girl.” And just like that, his thumb brushed your bottom lip–his silent reward. You didn’t care that they were watching anymore. Because all you wanted was him.

You stayed on the floor. Kneeling between Nam Gyu’s legs like you belonged there, while the rest of the guys fell back into their conversations–like it was normal. Like your flushed cheeks and glassy eyes weren’t right there, on full display.

You rested your hands on his thighs. Innocently at first. But then your fingers drifted. To the waistband of his jeans. To the hem of his shirt. You slipped your fingers just beneath the fabric, dragging your nails over the V of his hips, grazing his lower stomach. He didn’t react–until your hand slid just a little too far. 

His hand wrapped around your wrist instantly. “Careful, baby,” he said, not even looking at you. “My gun’s there.”

You blinked. “You brought your gun here?”

Nam Gyu finally turned to you, a slow, lazy grin spreading across his face. “What? You thought I’d come unarmed to a club full of liars and creeps?”

With his free hand, he reached behind his back and pulled the pistol from his waistband–sleek and silent–setting it gently on the table in front of him like it was just a wallet or a phone.

Thanos let out a short laugh. “You’re so dramatic.”

Nam Gyu smirked. “And yet, nobody fucks with me.”

Your hand stilled. But only for a second. Nam Gyu leaned forward, brushing your cheek with his thumb like you were a prize on display. Then his voice dropped lower. Filthier. “How ‘bout you tell them what you did to Thanos the other day?”

Your stomach flipped. Thanos raised his eyebrows, silent but very interested. You swallowed. “W-what?”

Nam Gyu tilted his head, stroking your jaw with maddening slowness. “You remember, don’t you? Bent over the couch. That pretty little mouth stuffed full while he was in your throat and I was in your–”

You slapped a hand over his mouth, face burning. He bit your palm and laughed. “Shy now?” he teased. “You weren’t shy when you were choking on him and begging me to fuck you harder. What was it you said, baby?”

He leaned in close, lips brushing your ear. “Please, Nam Gyu, let Thanos fill my mouth again–I’ll be so good.”

Thanos just raised his glass in a lazy toast. Your face was on fire. Nam Gyu smiled wider. “That’s right. My good little girl.”

You stayed kneeling between his legs, fingers twisting in the hem of his shirt, thighs pressed together. You could still feel the weight of every pair of eyes on you–even if they were pretending not to watch. Even if no one said a word.

You stayed resting your head quietly in Nam Gyu’s lap, his fingers lazily combing through your hair like you were a pet. The room had returned to its usual rhythm–drinks being poured, lazy conversation, soft moans from the stage below–but your heart was still pounding in your ears.

Then one of the guys across the room–Min-ju, you thought–nodded toward you and smirked. “You gonna share that video with the rest of us, or just keep her all to yourselves?”

Thanos snorted into his drink, shaking his head. “Man…”

You looked up suddenly, startled. “Video?”

Nam Gyu chuckled low, dark. “You think we didn’t save that shit?” Before you could even move, he pulled his phone from his jacket pocket, unlocked it, and flipped around it. “Watch this shit,” he said proudly.

He hit play. Your stomach dropped. There you were–on your knees, mascara running, droll on your chin, choking on Thanos’ cock while Nam Gyu fucked you from behind and held your throat with one hand, the other wrapped in your hair.

Your moans spilled from the speaker. Loud. Raw and needy. “Look at that face,” Nam Gyu murmured, stroking your hair again.

You tried to bury your face in his thigh. Tried to pretend it wasn’t you on the screen, crying out, begging, ruined. But he wasn’t having it. He grabbed your jaw, not rough–but firm–and turned your face back toward the phone. “No hiding,” he said softly. “Look how pretty you are. Look how good you took us.”

Your eyes teared up, throat tight with embarrassment as Min-ju let out a low whistle. “Damn. She’s a keeper.”

Thanos just smirked. “She was begging for it.”

Nam Gyu leaned down, pressing a kiss to your flushed cheek. “You love it,” he whispered. “Being our good little toy. Don’t lie.” And the worst part? You did love it.

The laughter faded into the background. You couldn’t stop staring at the screen. Couldn’t stop hearing your own voice play back over and over–moaning, gasping, begging. You felt the heat rise in your face, up your neck, your chest tight and your throat burning.

One shaky breath. Then another. And then–a single tear slipped down your cheek. “Gyu,” you whispered, voice trembling. “Can we go home?”

Nam Gyu blinked. He looked down at you, at the way your eyes glassed over, at how your lip quivered even as you tried to hide it. Something shifted behind his eyes–just for a second. The pride, the smugness–it softened.

He sighed through his nose. Then shoved his phone into his pocket, stood, and grabbed the gun off the table with practiced ease, tucking it into the back of his jeans. You were still on your knees when he grabbed your wrist and hauled you up. “Let’s go.”

His grip was rough, but not mean. Just possessive. The room went quiet as he dragged you toward the door. A few chuckles. A few murmured ooohs. Thanos raised his glass. “She’s in trouble now.” You didn’t look back. You just followed, breath shaky, fingers curled in Nam Gyu’s sleeve.

Outside, the air hit cool and sharp, like you could finally breathe again. The parking lot was quiet, nearly empty, the city humming softly in the distance.

He stopped walking once you reached the car, letting go of your wrist and turning to face. “You mad at me?” he asked, voice low.

You wiped your cheek with your sleeve, sniffling. “No…just embarrassed.”

Nam Gyu watched you for a moment–really watched you. Then he smirked. “Good. That was the point.” 

You looked away, swallowing. He stepped closer, “but you can’t lie to me baby.” His fingers brushed down your side, slow and warm. “You’re fucking soaked right now, aren’t you?”

You didn’t answer. Didn’t have to. He leaned in, voice brushing against your ear like silk. “You love being shown off. You loved being ours.”

Your knees felt weak. He opened the car door for you like a gentleman. Like a menace. Like someone who already knew exactly what he was going to do to you the second you got home. “Get in.”

Back at home, he didn’t tease. He didn’t push. Instead, he let you pull him to bed, let you climb into his lap and take what you needed–slow, tender, yours. He held himself back, let you move at your own pace, let you feel in control.

And when you finally sank down on him, soft little moans in his ear, he whispered how proud he was. How good you felt. How beautiful you looked riding him.

You fell asleep wrapped around each other. And when you woke up to him smoking next to you, you begged, “Please, Gyu. Just one hit. I wanna know what it feels like.”

He grumbled at first, but gave in. you curled up beside him on the couch, a blanket across your lap, giggling uncontrollably twenty minutes later with your head in his lap and your fingers tracing the ink on his arms.

“This is so nice,” you whispered.

“Yeah?” he said, smiling down at you. 

You nodded, all soft and floaty. “I love you, Gyu.”

He blinked. Smirked. “Say it again.”

You grinned, sleepy and high and glowing. “I love you, Gyu.” And for once, he didn’t joke. Didn’t tease. He just kissed you. And held you tighter. Like he meant it. Like he always had.

[erwinsvow]

i would like to dedicate a quote from an iconic poet that says "ill be there for him with open arms, open legs and an open mouth" to sammy when he comes home from work after a tired n stressful day 🤭🤭

this is the yummiest sentence i've ever read in my life. i think deep down we all know sammy just kind of wants someone to take care of him because he spends all day taking care of others—and as silly and traditional and dumb as it might seem, he really likes that he has a pretty housewife waiting for him at home, someone sweet and caring and just very attentive. and he loves the attention, can't get enough of it once you start doling it out in the way that you do. and maybe it won't always be like this—you are still technically newlyweds and everything's in that honeymoon phase everyone talks about, but when he comes home late and there's his favorite dinner waiting for him and you're in a cute nightie or one of his big shirts and socks (his socks, like your own can't even hold a candle to his, like you needed to be decked out head to toe in his clothes, something that makes him very...hungry. feral. rabid.) how even if you're sleepy and tired you still come out and give him a hug and a kiss and it's just all the pieces of his fantasy filling in, the cold beer, the pretty, caring wife, perched on his lap while he eats the dinner you made for him. and then the two of you go to bed but you're not sleeping, not for a while, not when he still needs to knock you up (it's not like you're not both thinking about it!!! you're married!! haven't used condoms since your wedding if you ever used them at all. and sammy knows when he has something good—he needs to lock it down. and that's exactly what he's gonna do, start your little family and live this perfect life with you because it's all very fleeting.) anyways, i think he's the type who lets you get on top when you're wearing a cutie nightie, like very much pawing at you through it, more than once they've been ripped up but he'll just keep moving it around until he sees what he wants to see. and it's condescending about it, asks if you're gonna show him how badly you want it, but his eyes roll back when you push your hands against his chest and show him that you do, indeed, want it. and when you get tired and can't keep going he does that thing where he holds you by the hips and thrusts up into you and makes a mean comment about how i worked all day, you gonna make me work more? that's okay, i'll give it to ya. so spoiled, need me to do all the hard stuff, huh? that's okay, i will. just hhhnnngggggg. and then if he's had a really hard long day or he gets really impatient he flips you both over half way and pins your arms behind your back and doesn't stop until he's filled you up because this way just seems. yeah! whoever that anon was that said pope likes mating press (so true btw, i love you), sammy is the one who loves prone bone and downward dog because he always finishes right when you turn your neck and look up at him from your position. anyways! i think they have irish twins

[straycalamities]

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story of my life but i am not doing too hot yet again. verge of breaking point etc etc weve been here so many times i might as well pay rent

things that i actually had good strategies for are rearing their head and kicking my ass bc my strategies no longer work for some Fucking raisin

and rhis is on top of all the same old shit thats been kicking my ass for over a decade and i tried to get medicaid to get back in therapy but the process is being a pain in the ASS

and i just dont know how much longer i can upkeep my chill and silly guy persona before i jist shatter bc to keep myself from being the downer, the needy guy, “oh stray is going through it get again whats new” its all turned inside as self-punishment and self-rending bc i DONT know what else to do at this point because where im at i really need

an entire multi person demolition team to dig me out i am so serious i dont think i can do it myself but idk where to go bc everyone around me is in the same boat or bad Enough or even better but still struggling so i dont wanna be The Guy to drag them down when im inevitably hard to deal with

or it costs money i dont have

and this is all making it even more impossible to Make the money. it feels like ive fell into an impossible situation bc the bad keeps feeding the bad

i dont know

(heavy af sui shit sorry)

every day i get more and more understanding of why when ppl finally go through with it they dont say anything and nobody can tell its coming

(end heavy)

ive been trying to do this by myself for ten years and i just feel exactly the same the problems are just different or evolving or idk im sincerely at a loss

i thought it was just seasonal depression doing its thing more than its had a chance to bc the past two winters id been distracted by my retail job but no i think this is just. me being back in the fucking building again which the end of my job made WORSE so it could be even more bad but its still pretty fkn bad lmao

im fighting the isolation and bedrotting urges but thats abt all ive got in me rn

i manage to feed myself and i even made sweet tea? but those feel like herculean efforts these days and then thats like it. thats all i can do. too tired after

[harpsinfinity]

Opposites attract

CHAPTER I → CHAPTER II

Frat-boy!jock!Chris X nerdy!fem!reader

→ needing the extra credit, you begrudgingly decide to sign up as first aid for the rugby team in their upcoming league. In which your existence become apparent to the schools top dog

→ word count: 1.5k

→ THEMED PLAYLIST

Chris Redfield wasn't an uncommon name to be heard around school,

Known by the guys for his phenomenal skills as the rugby teams captain, loved by the girls for his charming charisma and flirtatious glances he'd shoot them

The guy was practically top dog, the leader. What Chris said went, and wherever he walked people followed. Like dogs on a lead. He was confident and charismatic, the image of the perfect boyfriend for a girl to have.

You could say social anxiety was scared of him, he was always ready to talk, ready to socialise and party with his friends. The definition of a social butterfly that everyone couldn't get enough of

Enter you; a nerd. You weren't labled as 'popular', it was quite the opposite you were far more shy and soft spoken, more focused on your studies and getting a scholarship into a good college rather than partying until late at night and messing around with guys

The teachers loved you,

“She’s a delight to teach in lesson”

"one of my top students, A+ for the year!”

As much as you didn't mind the constant praise, sometimes your academic skills brought you misfortunes,

Like today.

The coach for the school's rugby team was in desperate need of a first aider. At first you thought nothing of it, knowing you were safe from such duties

Why would you want to be around a flock of sweaty guys anyway? Gross

That was until you'd been selected for the role; much to your despair. One of your professors recommended you to the coach, giving overwhelming praise of your skills and talents. It was that good the coach couldn't refuse, even though any sort of sport wasn’t for forte

You wish he had, wished he'd stuck his nose up and turned away to find a better candidate. But luck must've not been in your horoscope today.

Begrudgingly, you accepted the role.

It was for the extra credit

You told yourself. It was only for the team's upcoming league anyway, just a few weeks you hoped.

Before you knew it you'd be able to go back to hiding away in your little corner of the library, with little to no one acknowledging your existence as you worked away at your assignments and studies. Just how you liked it, really.

You really regretted your decision as soon as you were around for the team's first practice. Stood there in the sweltering heat as you watched them play on the field. You had no idea how they could stand the warmth, especially when doing something as physical as a rugby match

You felt more lucky that you were first aid, being roughly tackled and and hurdled into by a flock of sweaty boys really wasn’t for you. At all. It was a wonder how they even enjoyed such an activity, one that left you with cauliflower ear and bruises. So many bruises. Not to mention the aches and pains the next day? No thank you..

Luckily, you’d settled under a tree for some shade, it was right in front of the entire match so you were still there if any of the boys needed medical attention.

And there he was, the captain,

Chris redfield

Out of all the boys, he was the one who had girls tripping over themselves. Even some guys. He was always stuck in some crowd. His friends, you assumed. You couldn’t think of a more awful friend group to be in. They were always loud and rowdy, disrespecting the teachers, thinking they were soo cool.

You had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes at the thought

You knew his true colours. At least, you had an idea. He just loved batting his eyelashes at any pretty little thing that decided to look his way. Luring them in with sweet words and promises. Only to use them to get his dick wet, he’d often leave them feeling used and broken hearted. Though some girls didn’t see through the facade, just happy to be on the receiving end of his attention

His treatment, using girls how he does, made your blood boil. It was immensely

Satisfying to picture his downfall and loss of popularity, at this point you had started mentally betting on when he’d finally go into the real world and realise he’s not all that. Just a person who peaked in highschool

If there was anyway to get him to see how his actions affect people and just–

“Time! Everybody take a ten minute break, no more no less”

That was the coach. Great, now you get to tend to a bunch of very foul smelling boys where they would either completely ignore your existence or make crude comments about you.

And so, you started your duty. Handing out water bottles, a few ice packs here and there. Occasionally having to give someone a bandaid for a knee scrape. How dramatic…

Luckily, there were no life threatening Injuries that decided to make an appearance today

And then came your last ‘patient’, Chris. He was sat so nonchalantly as if he wasn't just tackled and hit with the force of a thousand sons

It was almost intimidating, you'd admit. Sat back and relaxed like he was on top of the world, hands resting behind his head. Sweaty no doubt.

As much as you didn't want to, you'd have to give him your attention and any assistance needed. You trudged towards the spot he was sitting in, Chris only noticed you when you casted a shadow. His eyes had a glint in them as his usual smug smirk spread across his lips

“bout time, I'm dyin’ out here”

He complained, you fought the need to roll your eyes as you passed him a water bottle. Which he gladly chugged down like his life depended on it

“Do you need any medical attention..at all?”

You inquired, attempting not to curl your lip in slight disgust as he drank the water down as if he was an animal, then wiping his mouth on the back of his hand

“No..I don't” he answered, he scanned you up and down, landing on your glasses that were sat on the bridge of your nose “though, I didn't know they were taking in bookworms for first aid”

Biting back a scoff, it's not hard to notice Chris eyeing you up. Taking in your appearance, you wouldn't be surprised if this was the first time he'd ever noticed your existence. It was only a quick glance though, it was obvious he didn't consider talking to you important enough due to both his and your social status

Though it was clear you didn't dress like the cheerleaders he was so used to being around. You were far from tiny skirts and tiny tops, if anything, you loved yourself a nice cardigan or long flowy skirt.

“Is that all?” You ask sharply, you couldn't muster a lot of patience with him, as much as you didn't want to let it show

Chris huffs in amusement at the display of the cracks in your annoyance, tipping his head forward

“Yeah, that'll be all, doll”

It took everything in you not to look at him like he was a freak, because what the hell did he just call you? You weren't one of his hookups, nor were you going to be.

To your relief, their break was over. Another match started and you got to do the same thing all over again

Chris gave you one of his usual, flirtatious winks before running back onto the pitch. Leaving you almost frozen as he messed around with his friends before the game started

Now, you got to just..sit there. Watch them fall over themselves for a weirdly shaped ball, help with first aid

Rinse and repeat

When practice was over, you could've jumped for joy. You could finally haul your ass off the field and go home, which was signalled by the school bell screeching at you

At your locker, you couldn't help but look over at the rambunctious group of people next to you; Chris' friends.

You were sure you heard some mention of you, he didn't know your name but you made out "nerdy girl with glasses"

Whether they were making fun of you or not, you didn't know. It was best to ignore it.

Though it almost made you wish, just for a moment, that you had a little friend group of your own. Your own little found family where you'd tell each other everything and trust each other with your life

It was a nice idea, though there were little to no people who would fit the criteria. As well as friend groups you'd have trouble fitting in, like the wrong final piece of a puzzle

Though for now, you could settle for being on your own. It was more peaceful to be with just your thoughts, no drama from friend groups you'd tell yourself.

Yes, it did reduce the drama in your life, it was much quieter and enjoyable to stick your head in a book with no one yapping your ear off about their boyfriend or something

But there was always something missing, whenever you'd look at friend groups, when they were laughing together. You'd try to imagine what it'd be like for you

But that wasn't the burning dilemma right now, what you needed to figure out is how you were going to get through this semester seeing Chris redfield more often than you wanted to

Now that, that was going to be a challenge.

[strugglingbutstillfighting]

🫂 with Sonic and Tails?

the emojis literally were just a black box on my phone so knowing what the actual prompt was had to wait until i used my laptop fsdkal also i couldnt start this for the life of me but wanted to do it bc it's already been days so my platonic partner gave me a starting sentence which helped

"You told me this wouldn't happen again."

Sonic made a face at his past reassuring words being used accusingly by his own brother.

"I knoww..." He dragged out the word a little, trying to come up with something justifiable. "But I'm fine, see!"

He spread his hands as if to prove the point by demonstrating the lack of mortal injury. Unfortunately, the few scrapes and bruises he had picked up didn't help the claim. Plus, Tails didn't even bother to look around from the kitchen counter.

Only the more than necessary aggressive sounds of chopping filled the short silence as Sonic dropped his arms back to his sides.

Faced with his brother's silence back and tails twitching in agitation, Sonic sighed quietly and padded forward.

"Tails, you know I don't leave you out of things on purpose," he started, "it's just--"

"What if you'd been badly hurt?" Tails finally spun around to almost shout, and Sonic took a physical step back at the tears in his eyes, stunned.

"I..."

Tails sniffed. "Never mind," he muttered, starting to turn his back again, but Sonic quickly stepped forward and put one hand on a fluffy shoulder.

"Hey."

He waited a moment, but Tails refused to look at him, keeping his face turned away although he didn't move to shift out of the light hold keeping him in place.

The tomatoes that had been victim of the forceful chopping leaked watery red on the light surface of the counter as Tails watched. He sniffed again.

"I made these devices so we could always know where someone is if needed." His voice was quiet, more matching the tone that he'd had when they'd first met than the competent genius in front of Sonic.

Sonic added nothing to his reply this time. "I know."

"It just... It's important to me. To know where you are, if you're hurt. If anyone is in danger." Tails bit his lip. "I know none of you really get it, but..."

"Hey." This time the call was firmer, and Tails finally turned his head to face his big brother. Sonic's eyes were focused but gentle. "It doesn't matter if we get it or not. If it's important to you, then it's is important. You know I'm not great with all this tech stuff, or proper words."

He gave a small grin and wink, prompted Tails to sniff again to hide a huff of amusement.

"But, I am sorry. Your big brain will have to forgive your big bro's small mind," he fluffed the fur atop Tails' head, relieved to hear a snort of laughter instead of another sniff.

Tails rubbed his nose and nodded, but his eyes were still downcast. "It's just... if something goes wrong. If something happens... I won't know where to find you. And it might be too late if I do. Or I never will and-"

"Hey, I'm okay. And so are you. I'll do my best to remember, okay?" Sonic used his other hand to gently nudge Tails' chin up, making sure the younger saw the honesty in his older brother's genuine expression.

The watery-ness had mostly disappeared, and Tails nodded again, but Sonic abruptly pulled him closer, leaning to put his head on his shoulder, wrapping his arms around the fluffy back as tails flicked in surprise.

There was only a moment before the hug was returned, Sonic's body squeezed surprisingly tightly by smaller arms.

Half-chopped tomatoes and onions watched impassively from in front of a frying pan on the counter Sonic could now see. Tails had been making chilli dogs in the absence of his brother, prepared for his return despite fear.

"Sonic?"

He allowed himself another quick squeeze and breath, then pulled back, keeping hands on the fox's shoulders briefly, offering a grin at the slightly concerned expression.

"Looks like you're makin' a lil something for lunch, buddy. Want some help?"

[hayleyeminence]

Hayley pushed her brows together at Robs statement - where he was still being sweet, showing how much he cared, she had an entirely different meaning behind being arrested. "Lifetime, mhm? Sounds like you've got some plans brewing in that mind of yours, handsome. Can't wait to hear them one day." Considering they hadn't made anything official, statements like that should have scared Hayley - usually it would have her stepping back and questioning things but knowing that they both felt the same way, it made her feel grounded. "Shame that you don't actually wanna use handcuffs on me, though." A smirk played on her lips - once again putting out bait and seeing if he would take it. Even if they were having a serious conversation, setting their boundaries, their underlying playfulness never strayed too far. "You've done well, then. Must of been real hard to get there - especially since I've made it pretty hard to be sappy towards." Hayley held back her laughter, the self-deprecating jokes always at the forefront of her mind.

As Rob talked about what he didn't have as a kid, Hayley swallowed slightly - she knew that their childhoods were similar, but also very different. They both had things that would take time to fully discover - and the singer wanted to see all sides of him. "Sounds like a good plan to me, baby. The one hope is that we don't mess him up too badly. Lucky we've been doing all our fighting while he's not around or asleep." She said with a snort of a laugh. A shiver moved along the blondes spine with his small movements. "You mean when we were in the grasps of the Twilight hype... or when we reconnected?" Arching her brow, Hayley found it hard to believe that they had met all those years ago. "Because... I know we were both in relationships, but even then think I had a little bit of a crush on you." If anyone would watch their interview from back then, and could see where they were now - maybe it was always written in the stars they'd end up like this. "Still can't believe you made fun of the way I said here." She put emphasis on how she'd always said 'here' in the Decode song, having not been able to break that habit. "Funnily enough... those toddler tantrums sounds like the most fun thing of those options. Even if I don't want him to grow up."

Robert held her close, one arm instinctively wrapping around her back while the other settled across her shoulders, anchoring her to him like she was the most natural part of his life. There was something grounding in the way her head rested against his chest, like they both needed to just be for a moment - no performance, no pretense, just quiet truth. He smiled at her teasing, letting it sit between them like an old inside joke they’d never stopped sharing. “If I’m arresting you, it’s only so I can keep you close. Lifetime sentence.” His tone was playful, but the meaning underneath it was anything but. She felt lighter in his arms. That weight she’d been carrying - the fear, the doubt - hadn’t vanished, but it was no longer the thing holding her down. And Robert could feel it. She was starting to believe they could really do this. He dropped a kiss to the top of her head. “You should feel blessed, by the way. I don’t just go full sap mode for anyone. Took me years to perfect this level of emotional vulnerability.”

The smile lingered on his lips, but it softened at her next words. “Yeah,” he said quietly, echoing her thought about Noah. “I want that for him too. All the things I didn’t have growing up - hell, all the things we didn’t have. Consistency. Security. Knowing he’s loved no matter what. I want him to look back on his childhood and not spend the rest of his adult life recovering from it.” The way she looked at him in that moment - earnest, open, with no masks - made him feel like maybe, just maybe, they were stronger than what broke them. “Being with you like this...” He paused, letting his hand gently trace a small pattern along her back. “It’s not what I expected when I first met you. Honestly, I didn’t think I’d be capable of something like this - of sticking around when things got hard. But you make me want to.” He glanced toward the window, the golden hour sun bleeding into the living room. For a second, the world looked like a movie set. And her, wrapped around him, like the one scene he never wanted to end. “Whatever comes next -- counseling, headlines, toddler tantrums at 3 a.m. I’m in. As long as it’s with you.”