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SKZ!Reactions: It Was All a Bet II (Hyung Line)

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A/N: I put this out as like a little birthday present for myself lol but yeah, i hope you guys enjoy. a lot of you have requested this and have been waiting on the edge of your seat for this so here it is. i hope it lives up to you guys expectations.

Chan:

A series of rapid knocks slammed against your door; you roll your eyes from your position on the couch not moving a single inch to open the door. Turning up the volume on your t.v you hear your phone ring, seeing Chan’s contact name on your screen you snort to yourself. Another round of knock’s bang against your door. “Y/N, I know you’re home! Please just talk to me!” Chan pleads on the other side of the door. You shake your head to yourself, continuing to ignore him. You turn the volume up on your t.v. again drowning Chan out as you try to ignore the ache in your chest. The betrayal you felt beyond measure as you remember the way he laughed as he jeered at his friends about his win almost being guaranteed. How could he? You thought he loved you. You believed him every time he kissed you and held you close. The nights you spent wrapped in each other’s arms felt real, you couldn’t describe the pain you felt as he uttered those devastating words. It had been 4 days since you heard it, you couldn’t handle opening that door and seeing him after he took your heart and smashed it to a million pieces. You sniffle as you wipe a stray tear flowing down your cheek.

“No…Don’t cry over him…you’re not some weak heroine….” You tell yourself as the calls and knocks come to a stop. The sound of your door opening makes you jump in a panic, your eyes widen as you turn to see Chan entering your apartment. You shake your head as he slowly enters, his head hung low as he closes the door behind him. His eyes meet yours and you notice all the tension in him leave his body he reaches toward you, a desperate look on his face as he strides across the room toward you. “Babe--No.” you cut him off monotonously as you look away from him.

“Get out.” You demand.

A look of horror spreads across his features as he stares at you. A painfilled gasp is released from his throat “Y-You wont even let me explain?” His voice cracks as his eyes fill with tears. “There’s nothing to explain…. everything we had was based on a lie” You counter coldly. He shakes his head as he steps toward you, his heart cracking as you take a step back “N-No..you really misunderstood. Please…. please let me explain…l-let’s just sit, a-and talk. I promise its not what you think” You shake your head. “It doesn’t matter…. —I asked you out before the bet was made” He cuts you off desperately. “I-Im an ass for making the bet but, I never asked you out because of a bet I promise you that.” He continues nervously. Your head whips toward him, your eyebrows scrunch together in confusion as he explains “The bet was about the length of our relationship. I swear. Im not saying I was right to make the bet, but the guys kept saying that we wouldn’t last three months. My schedule is hectic and unpredictable so they kept saying that you’d feel forgotten about and that we wouldn’t even be able to make three months. So, I just made the bet and yes, I was stupid, but I love you. You know that I love you and I would never do something so terrible. I made a mistake a huge mistake, but I promise you that I love you and I won’t let my mistake ruin what we have…” He states as his right hand caresses your cheek as his left encases your waist pulling you into his lean frame, you turn your face away from his as he leans in closer to you.

“How long did you give us then?”

“What?”

“How long did you bet we’d be together?”

Chan smirks at you flirtatiously as he leans in close to your face brushing his lips over yours “I tried to say for the rest of our lives, but Minho talked me down to a year” You blush as he presses his lips against yours softly. “I’m so sorry, I was an ass, and I was so wrong but please…. don’t break up with me, okay? I felt like I couldn’t breathe when I felt like I was losing you. I love you” He pouts as he pulls you into his chest his arms wrapping around you firmly. “You’re still on thin ice…. but I love you too” You scold as out look up at him, pecking his lips softly.

Minho:

You stared out the window watching Minho pace in front of your job for the nth time while he contemplated coming inside. You watch him as he lifts his phone from his side as he begins to type out a message before deciding not to and running his hand through his hair. Your heart ached for him as you noticed the distressed look on his face, but you were much too frustrated with him to have sympathy for him. With a heavy annoyed sigh, you make your way from behind the counter and stride toward your ex. Pushing the front door open you glare at him “At this point, this could be considered stalking….” You scold. Minho’s head perks up as his movement’s halts, the moment he notices you he rushes toward you; his arms wrapping around you as he pulls you against him his legs giving way as he holds onto your waist. His body trembles as you feel your shirt growing wet as loud desperate sobs erupt through his chest as he buries his face in your shirt. “Im sorry, don’t break up with me. Im so sorry” He pleads. You try to shove him off softly.

“No! Please! Im sorry! Im so sorry please”

“Lee Minho, get ahold of yourself.”

 He shakes his head, “No. ill beg and plead and do anything I have to so that you can forgive me, and we can be together. I’ll explain, you’ll be mad for a while but—but…” He stares up at you with a pleading pitiful look “…we can figure it out. We can talk about this; we can work this out. I can fix this; I’ll do anything to fix this s-so please don’t break up with me. Please at least give me a chance to fix this…. I need one chance” You stare at him in disbelief “Why so you can finish your year?” A look of heartbreak forms on his features. “I don’t care about that…Y/N…h-how could you say that? How could you ask me that?” His voice cracks, as more tears form in his eyes as he stares down at his lap. “Y-You must think I’m this disgusting person now…. Fuck!” he cries. “Minho, this is my job. This isn’t the place for this.”

“Where else could I do this? You refused to see me this past week. You won’t answer my calls—you don’t have time for this. Where did you suddenly pull all this free time out your ass? Move on Minho. I found out about your bet to date me” You cut him off harshly. He finally brings himself to his feet, his hands encasing your shoulders. “Does that matter? Like truly?” He asks “Why does it matter? We are together, we care about each other, it doesn’t change the things we’ve been through this year. So why does it matter how we started?”

“Because its all a lie!”

“I have never lied to you!”

“Our entire relationship is a lie!”

Minho freezes as he stares at you with a painful expression “Y-You don’t believe that I care about you? Y/N…. I—you said I was tolerable, and that this year was a breeze because of it” You cut him off. He winces at the mention of his message. “I-I said the wrong thing. T-the guys would know what I meant. I didn’t mean to send you that message, and when I realized I did…. Y/N I promise you I never wanted you to find out this way. I was going to tell you, in person and beg you to understand and forgive me. But my feelings for you are real. I love you and I care about you, and this is fucking breaking me right now. so please, j-just give me another chance to show you that you mean more than anything else in this world to me.” You stand there for a moment as you contemplate, you notice your boss staring at you with a disapproving look from inside. You give a sigh, “This really isn’t the time…. I get out at 8. We can do dinner or something and talk I guess” you state. Minho’s eyes light up as he nods enthusiastically pressing his lips to your cheek. “T-thank you…You wont regret this.”

Changbin:

“Do you not know how to read or something?” You growl as Changbin stood in your private studio. Changbin stared at you with a pout on his lips. “It’s been two weeks Y/N…” You shrug “Wish it had been longer” You state as you shove past him and sit at your desk. “How much longer are you going to punish me? I already apologized. I’ve been calling, texting you. What can I do to get you to talk to me again?” He whimpers as he stares at you sadly. “I don’t want to talk to you. Its that simple, Seo Sunbae-nim.” You state professionally. A look of horror and disbelief paint Changbin’s expression “Don’t—Don’t do that… don’t put distance between us like that.” He pleads. You shake your head “If you’re not here to discuss your next project I’d suggest you leave” You state as you focus on your computer.

“I-Im not leaving. Not until we talk about this.”

“Oomph, seems like you’re going to be moving in here. How fun….”

“Why are you being like this? Why can’t we just talk about this? I already said I’m sorry—yeah, right before you begged me to pretend, I don’t know about the bet so you could win.” You cut him off with a look of disgust on your face. Changbin freezes in his place as he stares at the ground as guilt fills his stomach. “That wasn’t the reason…. I know that I said I needed the money and that it would be doing me a favor but, I was panicking, and I just said whatever came to my mind that I thought would get you to stay with me.” He confesses nervously. “Well, that’s just stupid…” You state as you continue to stare at the computer pulling up a file for a new rookie group you’ve been working with. “If that’s all, can you leave? Im going to be having a session soon.” You state monotonously. Changbin’s eyes well up with tears as he turns your chair around, dropping to his knees he stares up at you with pleading eyes. “Please, please forgive me. I was wrong to make a bet to date you. I would never do anything that terrible again, I would never betray your trust again. I’m so sorry and I really regret making the bet, but I don’t regret dating you. The only good thing to come out of something this stupid is our relationship and how you make me feel. I will do anything to make this better, I can give you time, I can give you space so you can be mad at me all you need. If you want to curse at me in the middle of the night because of the pain I’ve caused you, I’ll answer the call every time. I’ll be your friend if that’s what you want for now, but I need to know that I will have a chance one day to fix this. I can do that; I will do that. I care about you, and yes, this relationship started without me truly feeling for you the way you did for me, but it is the same now. we love each other and I know I can fix this, please give me a chance to. Please, I can be better—I will be better for you. Im so sorry” He begs, a heartbroken expression painted on his features as tears stream down his face. His voice cracked as he spoke, causing the walls you placed around the section of your heart that was filled with Changbin to come crashing down. You stare at him feeling a pitiful guilt at the pain you caused to the man you love.

“B-Binnie…” You whisper naturally. His head perks up as he stares at you hopefully. His hand caresses your cheek. “You don’t understand how sorry I am” he whispers as he leans in slowly, and hesitant. “Sorry can’t fix this…:

“No, but I can’t force you to forgive me and just say yes to staying together when I hurt you. I need you to know how terrible I feel, and I want to turn back time, so I didn’t make the stupid bet.”

“We would have never been together if you didn’t...” You state, Changbin shakes his head in denial “No, we are meant to be together. Even if you don’t forgive me now…. I’ll wait for you because there’s no one else meant for me. Even if I didn’t make that stupid bet, we would have ended up together eventually. You’re meant for me, and I’m meant for you….”

Hyunjin:

You roll your eyes, unamused as you exit your apartment and see Hyunjin standing on your porch as you make your way to your classes. He smiles at you brightly “Hey Babe” choosing to ignore him you brush past him, a monotonous look on your face as you make your way to your car. You resist the urge to look back and see his reaction. HA! Take that ‘Male Lead’ You snort to yourself mentally. Unlocking your car your eyes widen when Hyunjin pulls open the passenger door and takes a seat before you could enter the car. “The audacity…” You whisper under your breath. With a sigh, you open the back door pulling out your bag and opting to walk to the university instead. Shrugging the bag over your shoulder you begin making your way down your driveway. “Y/N, Are you serious right now?” Hyunjin groans in annoyance as he exits the car closing the passenger door behind him before he walks around the car pressing the lock button before closing the door. You continue walking as he rushes from behind you taking a hold of your forearm and halting your movements. “Fuck, don’t do this to me….” He whimpers “Talk to me, look at me, something please…” His voice cracks. You shake your head as you try to pull your arm out of his grasp. His grip grows a little tighter. “I’ll explain. We can talk about this.” He pleads.

You continue staring forward and bite your lip, so you don’t respond. “You’re killing me here…you know that?” He whimpers. “I told you, its just better for you to leave well enough alone….” You state coldly. “And I told you that I’m not giving up on you” Hyunjin counters. You shake your head “I’d rather you did. I won’t be helping you win your bet.” A pained scoff erupts from his throat “Is that why you think I’m here? That stupid fucking bet?!” He growls angrily. You nod, knowing that the bet probably wasn’t the reason, but you allowed the pettiness you felt in the pit in your stomach take over. “You don’t even know what the fucking bet was about!” He shouts angrily.

“Excuse me?”

“You. Don’t. Even. Know. What. The. Bet. Was. About.” He grits. Your eyebrows furrow as anger boils in your stomach “Do I need to? I heard enough. I know you made some bet to date me and would get 500 dollars after a year” You argue. “No. The bet was I would confess to you and prove that I was actually serious about you within a year because I had a habit of developing feelings for any girl that treated me like a fucking person instead of Hwang Hyunjin from Stray Kids. Im not some disgusting prick that would date a girl I have no interest in for fucking pocket change Y/N. it’s not like I need 500 dollars, if you didn’t know Im kinda doing well in my career.” He snaps. “I made the bet to prove to myself and the guys that I was actually serious about you. Was it stupid? Yes, but I won’t let you just sit there and say that I was fucking playing around with you when you’re the first girl I want to be serious with in a very long time.”

You stare at him in disbelief. Words not coming to you as you replay his explanation over and over in your mind. It felt like an eternity before you said anything. “That’s a stupid ass bet if I’m being honest” You state with an annoyed pout. “Oh, you thought I was smart?” Hyunjin jokes as he leans into you pulling you into a back hug as he rests his chin on your shoulder “Can you please give me another chance? I wont ruin this again. I won’t do anything that stupid again.” He pleads softly, you sigh “Please just give me sometime to think about it?” Hyunjin groans “Please? Baby, this is torture…if you weren’t going to forgive me, you wouldn’t be letting me anywhere near you right now.”

“So, you should have your answer then….” You state sarcastically.

“But I’m not sure if you forgave me if you don’t say you do….” He pouts.

You shrug as you pull yourself out of his arms and make your way to your car. “I got a test and I’ll be late, so I have to go.” Hyunjin follows behind you with a kicked puppy expression as you unlock your car once again. “Will I see you after your classes?” He questions sadly. You pull open the driver’s door taking a seat and rolling down the window as the engine roars to life. You wave Hyunjin to lean into your window, he complies with a sad pout. You press your lips to his cheek as you whisper “Depends on your schedule…” His cheeks heat up turning a bright crimson as his hand caresses the cheek you kissed. You wink at him as you reverse out of the driveway.

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Lust Has No Mercy

Nam-gyu x Fem! Reader x Thanos

Warnings: Cursing, three-some, smut & drug use.

Summary: Your a famous instagram baddie visiting Seoul and Thanos wants to see you again~

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You went through your instagram stories that you took today. The first one being a picture of the sky it was a beautiful mix of blue, pink, and orange. The next one being what you ate for lunch: a bagel with coffee from a well known spot in South Korea, and your last one that you took 45 minutes ago.

It was a thirst trap, in the picture you wore a dark purple mini dress with matching 7 inch heels. You smirked at the pose you made, squatting down with your ass to the camera, your dress half way up your ass, teasing.

You looked outside your hotel window with a beatific sigh, you were on the 15th floor, the sky now a beautiful dark blue with sparkles of stars. You loved being an instagram model, even though it came with downsides like hate comments; the positives much out ways the negatives.

“And now I wait.” You whispered, kicking your feet in the air as you scrolled through your DM’s waiting for the blue check marks to hit you up.

A number popped up on your phone making it buzz in your hand.

‘Sleazy club guy’

You giggled at your past sassy self, but hesitated to answer not remembering who you put under this contact. “Hmmm… I wouldn’t have made him a contact if it wasn’t important.” You said talking to yourself.

“I’ve got time, let’s entertain this.”

Your perfectly manicured thumb slid across the screen and you set it to your ear as you flipped onto your back on the plump couch you laid on.

“Y/n speaking.” You monotoned, admiring your red coffin shaped finger nails.

“Heyy, y/n it’s Nam-gyu.”

“Mmhm.”

“We met at club Nb2. I’m Thanos’s friend.”

Your eyes bulged as you sat up, “Oh yeahh, that’s right, I remember you.” Your voice had a bit of a sultryness to it, “You were the hunky guy who gave me VIP passes to Thanos’s booth there.”

You actually didn’t remember at all what the guy looked like but you had to butter him up if you wanted to see Thanos again.

He awkwardly laughed, “Yeah that was me… uh- anyways, Thanos saw that you were back in Korea and was wandering if you wanted to come over ?”

“Sure.” You told him, silently cheering, swaying your arm around in a dancing motion. “Did you want me to meet you guys at the club ?”

Nam-gyu cleared his throat, “No, Thanos isn’t in a party mood right now. He just wants to have a small get together at his place.”

You put yourself on mute, “FUCKING SCORE.” You squealed, joyously punching the couch cushion in front of you, before calming yourself down to answer Nam-gyu.

“Yeah, that’d be cool, what time ?” You almost wanted to laugh at how insouciant you sounded.

“Thanos will send a cab to your place around 10 pm, just text me the address and I’ll set it up for you.”

“Sounds good.” You replied, hanging up on him and throwing your phone to the side before punching the air in elation.

“Shit, I’ve got to touch up my hair and makeup.” You said, running into the bathroom.

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The cab sped away as you starred up at Thanos’s mansion in awe. It was the biggest house you’ve ever seen, if he wanted Thanos could have a club right inside his house.

You walked up the steps and knocked on the door, Thanos greeted you.

“Hola Señorita.”

His deep husky voice sent shivers down your spine as you followed him inside. The floors were marble and a chandelier hung above you. You followed him up the red carpet stairs into a bedroom.

Nam-gyu laid on the bed rolling up a joint, “It’s about time.”

“Where is everybody ?” You asked, looking around the room. If you would even call it that, it was the size of a living room. Decked out in black and white, the bed being the only thing colored in red.

“I didn’t feel like having a lot of people around, is that alright ?” He asked.

You quickly snapped out of your trance, “Yeah- Oh yeah, even better.”

Nam-gyu snorted handing Thanos the blunt as he sat down on the bed. Thanos pointed the blunt towards you, “You a snitch ?”

Your face blushed, “N-no.”

“Sounds like a snitch to me.” Nam-gyu jested, making Thanos laugh.

“Prove it.” Thanos demanded.

“I’m sorry ?”

“Well you smoke right ?”

You usually stuck to just drinking, even when you went out clubbing. One because you’re not going to take a substance a stranger gave you and the second is last time you smoked weed, you had a panic attack.

“Of course.” You smiled, hoping it was convincing.

Thanos patted the spot in front of Nam-gyu and beside him on the bed, “Come start it off for us then.” He grinned.

You took of your heels before making your way onto the bed, his fluffy comforter really soft against your skin. He handed you the joint and you put it to your lips, Nam-gyu whipped out a lighter and you leaned into him as he lit the end.

The stench hit your nose and you quickly inhaled before handing it off to Thanos. He watched as you exhaled, before taking a hit of his own. After Nam-gyu took a couple hits off of it, he held it out to you.

“Oh no.” You said, putting up your hand, “I’m good.”

Nam-gyu chuckled, “You got us a fucking light weight.” He spoke, looking to Thanos.

“C’mon…” Nam-gyu drawled out, “One more.”

You looked to Thanos and he just watched you. You gulped, taking the blunt from Nam-guy’s fingers you inhaled again.

This time it made you cough a bit, handing it off to Thanos and Nam-gyu clapped. “There you go, that’s my girl.”

‘Oh fucking hell.’ You thought, ‘Don’t freak out your fine, don’t freak out you’re fine-‘

Thanos exhaled, “You feeling it yet ?”

You spaced out for what felt like a few minutes before responding but in reality it was only a few seconds, “uhh- I don’t know…”

“Maybe she needs another hit.” Nam-gyu spoke giggling while he rolled around on the bed.

His laugh echoed in your ears as everything looked like it was in slow motion. “No, she’s fine.” You heard Thanos say.

“Hey Señorita.” Thanos said, snapping his finger in front of you.

You looked up at him, “Are you okay ?” He asked and all you could do was blink at him.

Nam-gyu poked his head next to Thanos to get a glimpse of you. “Dude she’s so fucking high.” He laughed, “Maybe she shouldn’t have taken that second hit.”

Your heart was beating a thousand miles a minute, freaking you out but you didn’t want to show it. You tried breathing in and out to calm yourself but your heart felt like it was going to beat out of your chest.

A hand grabbed your face making you gasp in shock, “Hey, look at me, are you okay ?”

His thumb caressed your cheek trying to calm you down as he awaited your answer. You leaned into his touch closing your eyes. ‘You need to distract yourself.’ You thought, ‘before Thanos has to babysit you for having a panic attack.’

You opened your eyes and licked your lips before attaching them to Thanos’s. He waisted no time in reciprocating the kiss, falling onto his back and pulling you with him. You heard someone coughing next to, looking over you didn’t recognize the man who was greedily finishing the joint by himself, until you heard his voice.

“Yah, the fuck you looking at ?”

You don’t know what it was, if it was the words he spoke or the way he said them but his exasperation sparked something in you. You climbed off of Thanos and on top of Nam-gyu.

“What are you-“

You leaned in attaching your lips to his as a moan escaped your throat. Thanos sniggered, stealing the joint from Nam-guy’s fingers. He took one more hit before putting it out on an ashtray on his bedside table.

Thanos grabbed you by your collar and pulled you back, your mind was completely blank making it hard to keep up with what was going on in the moment. You turned to face Thanos and he released you. With two of his fingers he signaled for Nam-gyu to come closer. Nam-gyu sat up, his face confused but also galvanized.

“You get the back, I’ll get the front. Is that okay with you señorita ?” Thanos asked.

You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking but nodded your head anyways. Thanos pulled you into another kiss as Nam-gyu hugged you from behind, his hands making their way up your dress.

Thanos detached his lips form yours before attaching his lips to Nam-gyu’s. You learned pretty quickly that this most likely wasn’t their first time kissing each other. Your brain was so fried at that point that you didn’t even feel weird about watching them.

Nam-gyu’s nails dug into your skin as their kiss deepened. A whimper escaped your lips and you didn’t know if it was due to Nam-guy’s nails clawing into you, the fact that you wish someone was kissing you, or from the scene in front of you arousing you.

Thanos was the one to pull away, “Kiss her.” He panted, looking Nam-gyu in the eyes.

Nam-gyu’s eyes were glazed over with lust for him, he looked to you, his eyes a deep shade of pink. Thanos pulled your dress over your head, throwing it somewhere off the bed discarding it. He pushed your body back to lean against the mattress as Nam-gyu did as told and fused your lips together.

Your hands tangled in his hair as he inserted his tongue into your mouth. Then you felt Thanos’s wet tongue lapping at your juices.

You yanked Nam-gyu’s head back by his hair due to the pleasure Thanos was causing you, a string of moans erupting from your mouth. Once you released his hair, Nam-gyu forced your thighs back giving Thanos more room to breath. You were shaking at this point and Thanos stopped.

He laid next to you, as Nam-gyu hovered over him unbuckling his pants and pulling them down. “I want you to touch yourself.” He said, pulling you in for a peck on the lips.

You lazily nodded your head, as you watched Nam-gyu began to stroke Thanos’s member. He spat on it, increasing his movements, as Thanos groaned in your ear.

Your fingers trailed down to your clit and began circling it, almost losing it as Nam-gyu wrapped his lips around Thanos, bobbing his head back and forth.

Thanos grabbed a fist full of his hair and forced him to take him deeper causing Nam-gyu to gag around him. When Thanos let go, a string of saliva trailed down Nam-gyu’s mouth as he had a coughing fit.

“Sit up.” Thanos commanded, talking to you.

You did as you were told and Thanos rubbed his salvia coated dick against your folds having your eyes roll back in ecstasy. You heard something hit the floor and figured out it was Nam-guy’s clothes as his bare chest made contact with your back. You heard Nam-gyu spit and a squelching sound behind you.

“Can you take both of us ?” Asked Thanos, his hands on both of your thighs, squeezing them in anticipation.

“Like in a fight ?” You responded with a smirk.

“God you’re such a stupid bitch.” Nam-gyu spoke, kissing your neck while rubbing his wet dick against your ass.

You nodded your head closing your eyes, loving the way his lips sucked on your neck and the way Thanos kneaded your breast.

Thanos pecked Nam-guy’s lips, “You go in first.”

He nodded as his tip entered your asshole, “Ahh !” You practically jumped into Thanos’s lap. He caressed your hair, “I know I know.” He cooed, “It hurts at first but I promise you it will fill so good.”

You slowly got off of him and resumed your position as before. “Just focus on me okay ?”

“Okay.” You said weakly, “I-I trust you.”

Thanos gave Nam-gyu the go ahead as his hands cupped your face, kissing you. Nam-gyu inserted his tip again and you whined into the kiss. Thanos tried distracting you with his tongue as Nam-gyu went deeper and you cried out in pain and pleasure.

“You’re almost there baby, C’mon you got this.” Hearing Thanos call you ‘baby’ made you blush while at the same time making you feel more at ease.

You finally felt the base of Nam-gyu’s abdomen against your skin and let go of the breath you had been holding in.

“I’m in.” Nam-gyu said and you giggled.

“What’s funny ?” Nam-gyu snapped, reaching up and pinching your nipple.

You yelped in surprise, “You sounded like you were in a spy movie, that’s all.” You confessed.

Thanos smirked at your remark, “Go ahead and try moving.”

He pulled out and thrusted into you causing you to throw your arms around Thanos’s neck, burring your head in his chest.

You felt him nod against you and Nam-gyu continued thrusting into you, your eyes began to tear up as his thrusts got faster and faster.

Until he hit a certain spot in you, “Oh my- Fuuuck…”

You slowly pushed yourself off of Thanos and began to bounce back against Nam-gyu. Thanos watched as your luscious breast bounced in front of him.

“Hold still.” Thanos demanded.

Suddenly Nam-gyu’s thrusts halted as you sat on his dick. Thanos rubbed your clit as he inserted himself into your pussy.

Thanos hissed as your nails dragged down his chest and you moaned out his name.

“Alright baby,” He said, peering into your eyes, “It’s all up to you now.”

You shook your head, “Baby I’m so close to cumming.” You whined, not even noticing you called him baby back.

“What ?” Thanos chuckled, “You’ve never had two men in you before ?”

“Obviously.” Nam-gyu retorted, pinching your other nipple.

Your legs were trembling at this point, “Let’s help her out.” Thanos said to Nam-gyu as he placed his hands on your hips, coaxing you to move.

You began lifting up your hips before sinking back down on their dicks and you all let out a moan. They began thrusting in and out of you. After sinking back in them for a third time you came, the whole lower half of your body shaking.

They kept going and you hit Thanos chest, “I-I came, baby, I can’t take anymore… it’s too much !”

Nam-gyu reached his hand around your throat applying a bit of pressure and he scoffed, “What ? You think this only works one way ?” You whined feeling your arousl build back up.

Nam-gyu chuckled darkly in your ear, “We don’t stop until we’re satisfied.” He applied more pressure to your throat, “You got that slut ?”

With the way he was talking to you, you shamefully came undone again.

He released your throat and placed his hands were Thanos’s used to be, making you hop on them faster. One would thrust in as the other would thrust out, almost like they were taking turns.

“Should we cum in her ?” Nam-gyu asked Thanos and you nodded.

Nam-gyu pulled your hair back, “I wasn’t asking you bitch.”

You whined, “Please ! Please ! I wanna feel you guys, all of you guys ! Please cum in me !” You practically screamed, embarrassment long gone at this point.

You came for a third time when you felt them simultaneously shoot their load into you. They pulled out panting, cum seeping out of you from both ends onto the red comforter.

Thanos grabbed his shirt and wiped you along with the comforter up, then threw it on the floor. You all got under the covers, cuddling. Thanos the big spoon, you in the middle, and Nam-gyu as the little spoon.

[vivwritesfics]

Bloody Knuckles

boxer!max

It was a shitty apartment. The wallpaper was peeling, their was damp on the ceiling and none of the appliances worked. At least half of the windows had to be forced open, and the other half were permanently shut. Neither of them could remember the last time their shower stayed warm for more than two minutes.

Hidden away in the bedroom, he laid awake, fingers brushing up and down her arm. She was so delicate compared to him, his bandaged fingers against her skin unmarred by cuts and bruises. She could break, and he would do anything to stop that.

In her sleep, she rolled over and planted her face on his chest. He bit down on his tongue, stopping himself from screaming out in pain at the sensation. She didn't know just how mad the last fight had been, how bad he had come out.

He was the winner, of course. He always was.

His freckled, pillowy lips met the top of her head. Fuck, he loved her. He loved her more than words could describe. His heart ached. It might have been the pain, or the guilt he was harbouring.

When the sun rose (visible because the curtains left the bottom few inches of the window exposed, and they couldn't get the curtain rod down to change it), he did. He slipped out of bed and she rolled onto his side of the bed. Her face was buried against his pillow when he got changed into his workout gear and slipped out of the room.

The change in his pocket paid for his red bull and he headed to the gym.

His build wasn't expected of most boxers. He wasn't big and bulky, with bulging muscles. That was why people betting on him made so much money at first, because he was the underdog.

But he had been in the game for too long now, and people knew his tricks.

Throwing his stuff into his usually locker, number thirty three, he finished his Red Bull and began wrapping his knuckles.

"Maximus," said Daniel as he stepped out of the shower, towel around his hips. "Big night tonight, huh?" He asked and Max gave a nod. "You got the ring?"

He turned and fished the little black box from his gym bag. That was there he'd been hiding it from her, keeping it at the very bottom of his gym bag.

Max opened the box, showing Daniel the engagement ring inside. It was simple, nothing fancy. A simple band with dainty leaves engraved on it.

"She's gonna love it."

Daniel had never met the woman Max wanted to marry. But he was right, she was going to love it.

Max tapped his knuckles together, shut his locker, and headed out into the gym.

***

God, she looked lovely. Her best pair of earrings dangled from her ears and the necklace Max had gotten her for Christmas hung from her neck.

She'd had the dress longer than she'd known Max. She rarely got to wear it, usually had a bag hanging over it in the wardrobe to keep it safe.

But tonight it hugged her frame just right as she walked on Max's arm. She had no idea where they were going as Max wrapped his arm around her.

But then she saw the restaurant. A gasp left her lips. "Max, we can't afford this," she whispered. And tugged on her arm.

But Max stopped her. "Trust me, liefje, I've got this," he assured her and gave the waiter the name on his reservation.

Dinner with the man she loved. She ordered the cheapest thing possible on the menu even when Max reassured her he could cover the bill, no matter what it was.

She didn't know how Max had made enough extra cash to take her to the fanciest restaurant going. She didn't know the illegal fights he was a part of and the money it was making.

It was going smoothly. The ring was in his pocket, ready for him to get down onto one knee. The weight of it was so damn heavy, Max couldn't wait.

"Mad Max?"

His stomach dropped. That name was never meant to be said outside of the ring. He wildly looked around for the owner of the voice, breaths coming out shallow.

"Let's get out of here, liefje," he said and placed wads of cash down with the receipt.

Unaware of anything wrong, she placed her hand in in his and followed him out of the restaurant.

"Mad Max, wait!"

Max sped them up, pulling her along behind him. "Come on, man! I've put a shitload of money on you!"

Suddenly, Max had him. He pushed the man, a guy he had seen at quite a few ot his fights, against the wall. "Leave us the fuck alone!" He roared, pressing on the guys neck.

He dropped him, grabbed his girl, and sped off.

"What the hell was that?" She gasped, footsteps hurried to keep up with him.

Max shook his head. "Don't worry about it, liefje." His jaw was tight. "It's never gonna happen again."

[lxvebun]

silent confessions

synopsis: the genshin men crushing on you and the little ways they show they care.

content: Kaeya/Venti/Alhaitham/ Arataki Itto x gender neutral reader. First time writing for venti so apologies if its a lil off. Fluff. Friends to lovers. Kissing in kaeya's. wingman diluc honestly. Going a lil feral in alhaithams and ittos. Use of nickname dear and cecilia<3 They are all quite long but I hope you all enjoy it! Not completely proofread. Let me know if there are any annoying mistakes!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Kaeya໒꒱.*

Diluc is sure of three things. One, You're hands down single-handedly keeping the icedtea business alive in Mondstadt, his arms are still hurting from the heavy crates of imported tea from Liyue he has to carry every. Single. Week. Two, you're incredibly oblivious, three, kaeya is a lovesick fool.

Even though diluc has offered to deliver some iced tea crates to your home, it seems that you prefer to drink his stash empty at the bar next to kaeya.

It's making him ill really, seeing the way his brothers eyes keep drifting to your lips and how his hands inch closer to yours, still never really touching. Diluc almost doesn't recognize him. Kaeya is not the type to get flustered easily, if anything, try to make him flustered and it will backfire! but here he is, for hours sitting at the bar head leaning on his hands staring at you like you hung the stars.

You fail to notice how, despite not touching your drink for so long, at one point even dancing around the tavern when the bard played your favorite song, the icecubes in your glass never seem to melt and the tea never gets warm. It's the least he can do, Kaeya would be showing you more grand gestures of love if you didnt make his head fog up with hearts and flowers everytime your near.

"I'm going to use the bathroom, i'll be right back! "You say as you hop of the barstool and make your way to the second floor.

"This, is getting sad you know", diluc speaks as he snatches both yours and Kaeya's glass away, dodging quick enough as Kaeya tries to get it back

"Oh i'm sorry, I didn't know my love life was such an interesting show to you. I'll make sure to tell the writers"

Stupid arrogant oblivious brother of his

He's not gentle as he grabs one of the big pints, pours your favorite iced tea in with the ice cubes and slices of lemon and two straws this time and places it down infront of kaeya.

"I'm doing you a favor icicle"

Kaeya's unable to retort a remark back because you're sitting down next to him again.

"Ooh whats this, luc?" As you stir the tea with your straw, the ice cubes gently clinking against the edges of the glass

"On the house, it's the last"-he throws you a look- bit of icetea I have for tonight. Enjoy." And with that he steps out the backdoor for a break leaving you and kaeya in an almost empty tavern

He's feeling uncharacteristically shy sharing a drink like this. He's not sure he can contain the love confession thats lingering on his lips if you're that close to eachother. You snap him out of his thoughts before he can even try.

"Come on try this with me...its...its quite romantic don't you think" you say, a little timid

Youre killing him. Hes deceased y/n.

"Yeah, didn't- didnt realise Diluc had a romantic bone in him, guess it runs in the family after all"

You're not sure where you got the courage from for what you're about to say

"Maybe, we should do more of these romantic things together."

And just like that, knowing you shared his feelings, he got a bit of his charming wit back.

"My dear y/n- he starts, leaning down closer to you, one icy hand holding yours. Are you asking me out on a date" he wants to revel in making you flustered but he's pretty sure he looks just as flustered as you do.

"Only if you want to, Kaeya"

The way he presses his lips to yours gives you the answer you needed<3

Venti, alhaitham and itto under the cut!

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Venti໒꒱.*

Archons, the summer this time around is way hotter than any summers before. It's scorching outside and if it weren't for your knight of favonius duties, duties you took over for the Cavalry Captain for his day off (>:( ), you would stay inside the cool headquarters, in your little office with the curtains closed.

You really should get going but you're delaying stepping outside. The favonius headquarters is nice and cool and and looking outside you can see the heat radiating from the stone pathways

You're a knight of favonius! A little sunshine isn't going to hurt! You try to hype yourself up as you make it to the entrance. You can do this, who knows, you might even get a tan.

Bracing yourself and pushing the heavy doors open, you're pleasantly surprised at how the wind immediately seems to pick up and twirl and flow around you in cooling circles. Yes, the sun is still beaming down in all his glory, but the breeze definitely helps. You may even get through this without breaking too much of a sweat.

As you're doing your errands and run basically all over Mondstadt, the gentle breeze surrounding you never seems to falter, even now, as you carry heavy crates of sunsettias and apples up the stairs to Good Hunter, it actually seems like the wind has started to pick up, aiding you in its own way.

Sara is more than grateful as you place the crates down in the back for her. "You're a lifesaver y/n, please, go sit down and i'll whip something up for you".

Who are you to deny a break and a free meal?

Before you sit down you take off your sword and place it down next to you so you can completely unwind. It's not until you look back up from your weapon that you see Venti, with the bright smile he always seems to carry, sitting infront of you

"Hi, my sweet cecilia"

Archons, that nickname. You're lucky you can blame the weather on the sudden warmth flowing through your body.

"You're awfully happy for such a hot day, Venti"

He doesn't provide an answer to that, why is he so happy? Because he's with you of course, he's basically been spending the whole day with you, how could he not be happy?

instead of saying that tho he says "the wind is nice, hmm?" And On cue the wind stars to pick up again, now carrying the scent of the meal Sara is cooking up for you and twirling a few flower petals that got caught in it around you You little

"Yeah it is, i'm not sure I would have been able to get through the day without a little breeze in my face" you laugh and it's the sweetest melody he's ever heard.

"I guess the anemo archon has a soft spot for me"

"I suppose he does"

You fail to catch the longing glint in his eyes and the blush covering his cheeks as Sara brings you your meal<3

Oh my dear y/n if only you knew.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Alhaitham໒꒱.*

It's not until Kaveh points it out, after Alhaitham leaves to pick up another book from the House of Daena library shelves, that you realize it, but it seems that Alhaitham, despite looking like he wants to be anywhere but here, always seems to look out for you.

Like the time he dragged you to the desert to study runes with him, he made sure every time you two stood still for a long time, he'd raise his cape a little above your head, sheltering you from the burning sun

And that one time where he grabbed your arm and pulled you into his side when some drunkards stumbling home almost bumped into you

"Drop your pen when he gets back" kaveh says, breaking you out of your thoughts.

"Drop my-"

"Sshh, just do it" he hushes quickly and goes back to drawing as Alhaitham sits back down next to you with a new book in his hand.

You let Alhaitham read a few more pages before you "accidentally" drop your pen under the table, sliding your seat back and ducking under to retrieve it, when you look back up to avoid hitting your head on the corner of the table, Alhaithams hand is already covering it. His gaze is still as focused as ever on the book infront of him, it's almost like it happened entirely subconsciously, like it was already engraved in his perception to look out for you and that alone made the butterlies in your tummy flutter around. You don't miss the "I told you so" gaze Kaveh throws at you.

Alhaithams book manages to hide the gentle smile he failed to hold back as he guesses from the look on your face and body language that you're onto him, and if he can guess one more time, he'd say the feelings are mutual.

He doesn't say anything but he does reach under you to grab the leg of your chair and pull you closer to him, arm draped behind you over the backrest, gently drawing shapes on your shoulder as he continues to read his book

*Did ya'll see that one nick jonas clip where he pulls her chair closer? Yeah? Thats alhaitham.

⁎⁺˳✧༚ Arataki Itto໒꒱.*

The locals of Inazuma are used to the never ending thundering and lightning. Even on clear days, it seems like you can always hear it lurking in the distance, dancing over the seas. Unfortunately for you, you’re not a local and despite having been here for a while, long enough to develop strong friendships and perhaps a little crush <3 the loud claps of thunder and the lightning that cracks open the clouds still make you flinch

You were embarrassed about it, so you never voiced it out to your friends. You would just try to hide your flinches and do your best to block out the noise. You're not doing that very well unfortunately. Itto has noticed, and boy does it make his heart hurt a little every time he catches you trying to hide it. You're part of the gang! Whether you know  that or not, you're supposed to be able to tell him these things! but he understands, you seem to think that you're going to look weak in front of Arataki numero uno claymore swinging devil beatbox and beetle fighting legend Itto. He made me write this really You could never considering he gets weak in the knees everytime you make eye contact or touch his horns

So as the leader of your gang, your best friend and hopefully future boyfriend, he’s gonna help you because If there's one thing Itto is good at its being loud. It’s quite hard to hear the thunder lurking in the background when Itto's boisterous laugh as he’s "winning" a game of TCG seems to overpower everything, including the way your heart beats a little faster when he smiles at you.

You didn’t notice what he was doing until there was a summer storm forecasted. You didn't even have time to mentally prepare yourself for it before there was a harsh knocking at your door, maybe a bit to hard itto pls dont break the door

"Open up sunshine, I have some snacks :D"

He’s quick to make himself comfortable as you let him in, throwing the impressive amount of snacks and some card games on the coffee table and then taking up half the space on the couch, being careful to not knock the lamp on the sidetable down with his horns.

"Not that I mind Itto, but i didn't expect you to come over. Any reasons?"

"Yeah you're"- he cuts himself off. You never told him about your fear of thunder, would it upset you if you knew he figured it out?, archons he didnt think of an excuse what should he say, where is Kuki in times like this

"Yeah, I just thought i’d keep you some company because I AM afraid of summerstorms, yup, totally terrifying, so scary,so here i am."

Even he knows it's not believable. Especially since he has directed some...colorful words with the shogun before (not in her presence)

You are afraid”-

AND AND I thought, you know, maybe, since were all going to be locked up in our houses anyway we could have a little at home date......:D

Archons, Itto, if the storm isn't going to kill you its him. He's been aware of your fear and silently tried to help you with it? And now he has basically slipped a confession in trying to hide the fact he knows about your fear? He's such a teddybear fr

You don't fight the smile that's pulling at the corners of your mouth as you sit down next to him. Pressing a kiss to his cheek and pretending not to notice the hitch in his breath "Thank you, Itto"

Thank you for reading angels!<3

[lionneee]

Let The World Burn

Masterlist

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English is not my first language, please be kind

Modern!MafiaBoss!Aemond x fem!Reader

•Warnings: murder, kidnapping, attempted rape, omicide, fire.•

“Your boyfriend is a tough one.” He smirked as he walked behind you. You tried to talk against the gag, but all it came out were strangled sounds and whines. “He’s also hard to find.” The man pushed the blindfold down your head, over your eyes.

You trembled on the floor, fear consuming you.

“Way harder than you are anyway.” He chuckled. “But you’ll be more than useful to do the trick. I’d be surprised if I won’t see your pretty boyfriend kicking down the door to get you.”

“Sir- I’m sorry, but the lead we had turned out wrong-“

“Get out!” Aemond raised from the chair of his office, his loud voice filling the room. The private detective quickly left the office, running outside.

Aemond was a complete mess.

He managed to resist two days with your missing, before it completely started to tore him apart. He was completely out of his head, he needed to find you.

He threw the papers on his desk on the floor with all the force he had, then he paced in the room, his hair a mess, his knuckles bloody from the amount of jaws he broke to get any kind of information about your abduction.

“Fuck!” He shouted as he hit the wall with his fist.

“You need to eat.” He said as he walked in the room, taking off your gag by undoing the tie on the back of your head. “We’re not trying to kill you.” He said before freeing your hands, sitting on the chair right in front of you. You looked down at the floor, finding a tray with food and water. You quickly started to eat, you had been starving for days. You looked up at him for a moment, curious about your kidnapper.

White hair.

You scooped back on the floor, managing to get away maybe a couple of inches before hitting the pole you’ve been handcuffed to with your back.

“Daemon.” You mumbled, Your voice was shaking as much as your hands.

“That would be me, princess.” He smirked as he sat back on his chair.

“W-why are you doing this?” You kept stuttering, you were terrified. “I-I didn’t-”

“I know. You didn’t do anything.” He cut you off. “But your boyfriend… My nephew did. He killed someone he shouldn’t have touched.” He looked loosely at you, studying your reaction.

You looked at him confused, your brows arching, your expression contorting into one of confusion, then pain, then disbelief.

“Luke.” You whispered as soon as the realisation hit you. Daemon’s gaze hardened but then he nodded. 

“Smart girl.” He commented. “He killed him. So now I have to kill Aemond.”

“No!” Your voice raised, your eyes filling with tears as soon as you saw the seriousness in his intentions. “Y-you can’t! He’s your family!” You shook your head, your hands flying to the knife on the tray. But Daemon was faster, blocking both of your wrists the moment you moved, and handcuffing them back to the pole behind you. 

“Luke was family too.” He growled. You squirmed, trying to get free, but to no avail. Demon put the gag back on and left you to cry as he walked away again in the darkness of the room.

“They’re trying to torture you, brother.” Aegon said as he looked at his brother. He was leaning against his desk table, his nails scraping the expensive wood. His head was hung down, his hair covering his face. “You have to get yourself back together. We have to think of strategies on how to take them down.”

His brother was the last one that had a right to say something like that to Aemond.

They took his girl, damn it.

“Get out.” Aemond growled. 

It had been weeks since the last time he got a proper sleep. He was cold, his bed was colde.

You weren’t there to warm it for him.

To warm him.

His fingers ached to feel your skin again, so soft, and smooth.

He missed your scent, even more now, since the pillow lost any trace of it. 

The first days he pressed his face in it, and fucked his hand.

Then he would just scream in it, then fall asleep surrounded by your scent.

The day he couldn't smell you anymore, he thought he might actually go crazy, for good.

He missed you.

And he needed you, he knew it now better than ever.

“I’m impressed by your lack of preparation for this kind of situation.” She immediately sat up, her eyes snapping open at the sound of his voice. Daemon pushed the tray towards her and she  quickly lunged forward to at least drink some water.

“W-why? Why now?” She looked up at him and he took off her handcuffs. She quickly grabbed some bread from the tray and started eating it.

There was no scheme on the timing of her meals. They seemed random, and curiosity was keeping her mind full.

She didn’t know why she cared so much to find that out, if it was boredness or just a way to escape the fear.

Daemon chuckled as he sat on the chair as usual.

“You think you’re having a hard time, uh? Being kidnapped, staying here, in the darkness and coldness.” He let out a scoff. “You eat whenever Rhaenyra eats.” He explained. 

Rhaenyra.

“S-so that’s your first thought when you see her eat? Feed me?”

“You’re not the victim here. Whatever you’re going through, is nothing compared to Rhaenyra’s pain. You’re hungry? You’re scared? She’s grieving a son..” He hissed as he stood up, walking closer, squeezing your cheeks in his hand. 

Your eyes filled with tears as she only tried to imagine what it would be like to lose a son.

To lose something that you made, that you gave birth to. That you raised and loved.

“I’m sorry.” She whispered as strong conflicting emotions grew inside you.

How could you love Aemond, knowing he was the cause of such pain?

Knowing he was capable of killing one of his own family, knowing that the pain Rhaenyra is suffering now, is bigger than anything Aemond could have gone through when he lost his eye.

“You…” He clenched his jaw. “You are going to suffer. You are going to stay here, with fear eating you alive. The fear that I might come in, and beat you, not feed you ever again, touch you, rape you.” He growled, his face a mask of fury. You whined as he clenched his hands on your cheeks, hurting you, and tried to break free, but he was determined to keep you there.

“And whenever one of those things will happen.” He moved closer, his face inches from yours. “You better remember, this is all Aemond’s fault.” He then pressed his lips against yours, but it wasn't out of affection or desire.

Or better, it wasn’t about sexual desire.

It was a promise that he will act on his threats.

“Listen, Aemond, you have to face it. She’s gone. They’re letting you think she’s still alive only to mess with you, okay? We have a war to win, we can’t let an insignificant girl reduce you like-”

Aemond just snapped.

An insignificant girl? She was the love of his life.

Aemond quickly wrapped a hand around Aegon's neck, squeezing tight as he pushed him back against the wall.

“What did you say?” He hissed, his voice low and dangerous. Aegon widened his eyes, struggling against his brother's hold.

“L-Listen man-” Aegon’s voice was strained due to the lack of air. “J-just saying, okay? She was pretty and all but-”

“But nothing.” He shoved Aegon away, letting him fall on the floor. “I’m giving you two more days.” He said as he sat back on his chair behind his desk. “Then I’ll burn the world to the fucking ground, with you in it.”

“Wake up!” You heard a loud yell, a male voice that snapped you out of your moment of sleep.

“I said, wake up!” He yelled again, grabbing your hair and yanking your face up from the floor.

You let out a sharp scream at the pain then went through your head.

“Tell me where he is.” Daemon crunched down in front of you, his hand closing into a fist and pulling your hair harder. You whined loudly as you tried to raise your head to reduce the pain, but it was useless, you were too tired, too weak.

“I don’t know..:” You sobbed, opening your eyes slowly, trying to adjust to the strong light that was pointed at your face.

You’ve spent days, maybe even weeks in darkness, your eyes weren’t used to the light anymore, let alone such a strong one.

“Bullshit. Start talking.” He growled as he tugged at your hair.

“I swear I don’t!” You sobbed. “We never met in any place of his business, I don’t know!” You cried desperately.

Daemon let out a loud grunt, shoving your head back and sending it against the pole behind you.

Your vision blurred as your body slowly grew weaker to even stay awake.

The last thing you heard was:

“Arrange her funeral. Rhaenys deserves it.”

“It’s been months.” Helaena said as she sat beside him on his couch.

“She’s not dead.” Aemond grunted. His elbows rested on his knees, the palms of his hands holding his head.

He was tired of people remembering him how long it had passed.

He had already been too patient, but Aegon had only one day left.

Then he was going to take the world, and destroy it piece by piece until he’d found her.

“If she would have been dead we would have found the body already.” Helaena patted his shoulder awkwardly. “I don’t think she’s dead. I… I can feel it.” She whispered.

Aemond clenched his hands into fists.

He had always been the first to push Helaena back, telling her that the way she just felt things was absurd and surreal. 

Useless.

“Me too.” He breathed out, passing his hand through his hair in frustration. “She is alive.” He stood up and walked to his desk again.

That was when Aegon stormed inside.

“Found her.”

“Stay away!” You yelled as Daemon grabbed your ankle, dragging you towards him.

“Shut up, bitch.” He growled as he hovered over you, pinning your wrists over your head with one hand, and slapping your face with the other. “You’re just a cheap whore he bought. He doesn’t care about you, he’s not going to save you.” He hissed as he settled between your legs, thrusting his hips between your thighs, making clear his intention. “You’re only good for one thing.” He put his hand over one of your breasts, groping it tightly, making you whine and cry in pain. “He has left you behind. He left you to me.”

You screamed and kicked your feet, trying to get him off of you, but it seemed impossible.

“No! No, please no!” You sobbed as you kept squirming. “Don’t touch me! Please, I’m so sorry for Rhaenyra, please!” You cried desperately, but he simply smiled.

“Shut up.” He chuckled, in a sickening, mad way. “Shut the fuck up.” He laughed even more. “You’re mine now. You’re my prize. My trophy.”

“No -” You screamed as soon as he grabbed your knee to spread your legs, so he could grind against you. Daemon tried to kiss you, but you quickly turned your head, and screamed again as you saw a wooden wall catching fire quickly.

Daemon’s head quickly turned as he smelled the smoke and saw the fire lighting the room.

He quickly stood up as he looked at the fire, which kept eating everything it found.

“Kill anyone you see. I’ll go get her.” He told Aegon before entering the house. He put on his mask and walked in the big fog of smoke, his gun in hand.

Everyone was quickly running out, no one seemed to see or care about him as he walked inside.

Pieces of the house were starting to fall, the fire was burning everything it found.

Then he heard a scream, and his ears suddenly perked out.

He quickly ran toward the scream, stepping to a side of the house that hadn’t really picked up fire yet. He stopped in front of a door and quickly kicked it open the moment he heard another scream.

The fire in the room lightened the room enough for Aemond to see the scene clearly.

Daemon was on top of you.

And he was touching you.

Aemond's vision went red.

With a feral growl, he raised his gun, the barrel pointed directly at Daemon’s head. Before Daemon could react, a single deafening gunshot rang through the room. The bullet struck Daemon squarely in the shoulder, knocking him off of you with a roar of pain.

“Get your fucking hands off her.” Aemond snarled, stepping closer as Daemon writhed on the floor. His icy blue eye burned with rage, his jaw clenched so tight it could crack. He aimed the gun again, this time pointing at Daemon’s crotch, shaking with the force of his fury.

Daemon’s scream of pain almost shook the walls of the room, but Aemond couldn’t care less.

You were trembling, tears streaming down your face as you scrambled back against the pole where your wrists were still handcuffed to. Aemond’s gaze flicked to you, softening for just a moment. His chest heaved as he took in your disheveled appearance, the bruises on your wrists, the fear in your eyes. His heart broke and hardened all at once.

“You’ll die here, Daemon.” Aemond spat, his voice cold and merciless. Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger again, this time hitting Daemon’s leg. A scream tore from Daemon’s throat, but his laughter didn’t stop, maddeningly unhinged.

“You think this will bring her back to you? She knows what you’ve done.” Daemon wheezed. “She’ll never look at you the same.”

Aemond's eye narrowed. He took a step closer and delivered a swift, brutal kick to Daemon’s side, silencing him momentarily. He quickly searched him to find the keys to your handcuffs and as soon as he found them he turned back to you, crouching low and reaching out carefully.

“It’s me, baby." He murmured, his voice gentler now. “I’m here. I’ve got you.”

You flinched at first, but as recognition dawned, you started sobbing uncontrollably. Aemond quickly freed your wrists and wrapped his arms around you tightly, one hand cradling the back of your head, the other gripping you like he’d never let go. “You’re safe now." He whispered, rocking you gently despite the chaos around you. “No one will ever touch you again. I swear it.”

The sound of creaking wood snapped him back to the present. The fire was spreading rapidly, consuming the walls and ceiling. Aemond stood, lifting you effortlessly into his arms. You clung to him, your hands fisting in his shirt as he carried you out of the room.

You could see Daemon still looking at you, a sad smile on his face.

You almost pitied him, despite knowing who he was, and what he just tried to do to you, you still felt sorry for him.

Because the man that was now carrying you out of the house in fire, had won a third time, and with that, the whole war.

That man, Aemond, destroyed their life, and killed them inside the moment he shot Luke’s head.

Aemond paused at the doorway, glancing back at Daemon, who was slumped on the floor, bleeding and coughing. “Burn in hell." Aemond said coldly before turning and carrying you out of the burning house.

Even if you did want to leave, where could you go?

Aemond looked down at you as he carried you outside, and you coughed because of the smoke. His eyes studied carefully your face as his hands tightened around you.

He was not going to let you go, so where could you go?

Aemond gently placed you in his car and before walking to the driver seat, he gently caressed your face.

“I’m never letting you out of my sight again, baby.”

A shiver went down your spine, and suddenly, a feeling you never thought you would feel with Aemond spreaded in your chest.

Fear.

Because even if you wanted to leave, there was nowhere to go. 

You were stuck with a serial killer that loved you.

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[xo-myloves]

I NEED size kink with Axl

Ofc doll!!

༞༞༞༞༞༞༞𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚕 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛༞༞༞༞

Axl wasn’t the biggest man out of the band, but one part of him was, his personality, I’m fucking with you, it’s his cock.

He used that thing like no one else’s, he was 5,9, 137 pounds, with a fucking nine inch cock, he was hung like a horse, it was so fucking big, I could see it in my stomach when we had intercorse, he always made it a point to do this.

He wanted to see himself in me, he wanted to see what he did to me, he never had mercy, worst part was when we got together I was a fucking virgin..

So he was my first and my latest, I never got used to it, I never could, I wasn’t the smallest girl but I wasn’t the biggest, I was only 5,3, but I was more heavy set, big rack and big ass, fat thighs, case in point why axl loved having sex with me.

It was more that he liked I was his only one, I was all his, I was the one he could destroy, I was his fuck toy. His words.

✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢✢

“You’re my little fucking toy aren’t you, ain’t that right doll?” Axl spoke while pumping me like no other, this time though. He was an animal, yanking my hair, smacking my ass, pushing a vibrator to my clit, while he slammed into me, it was all too much.

“Fucking take it, be the good slut you are.” Axl barked into my ear, his sweaty chest pressed against my back, his hair touching my cheek, his hand having a grip on my ass while the other tugged on my hair, making me look up at him.

His eyes looked so pretty, they were so green, and when he got aroused, he would go so fast… so fast, this time was so much different, he has never gone so hard.

His fingers went to my skull, digging his nails into my scalp, his pinky nail being extra long, his breath going into my ear, his pants only got louder the harder he went, his other hand went down to my stomach pressing on it hard so he could feel his cock pumping inside of me.

“Do you fucking feel that? That’s my fucking cock.” Axl gritted his teeth into my ear, my ass cheeks were clapping against his thighs, the sounds were bouncing off the four walls, ringing in my ears.

I nodded my head with lots of moans, my thighs shaking so instinctively, I barely could control my body, my mouth? My words? Forget about it.

“D-daddy shit, I’m g-gonna f-f-fucking c-cu-um!” I screamed, this sparked something in axl, making his eyes light up with fire, his body reacting immediately, he slammed my head down into the bed, grabbing my hips as he towered over me, slamming into me even harder, pulling all the way out and pushing all the way back in, making cum gush out of me like a water fountain.

I couldn’t help to moan his name like a melody, my eyes rolled back, thighs shaking, my mouth wide open, axl couldn’t give a shit, he reached around my ass and hips, slipping his fingers to my clit, rubbing it at a rapid speed, I was so hyper sensitive it wasn’t even funny.

“We’re not done until you’re filled with my fucking cum.” Axl grunted into my ear, letting my cum drip down of me and him, I barley heard him, I was barley awake, my high was so strong, he didn’t give me a minute to breath, I felt like I couldn’t breath, I felt like I was going to pass out.

Axls pace didn’t stop, only getting more sloppy and messy, he was getting close and I felt it, his grunts got more louder, which was so fucking hot, nothing is better than a man moaning straight into your ear when you are wet and sweaty, best combo.

“Fucking shit.” Axl moaned more louder this time, his dick stretching me so far, making my pussy the perfect shape for him, I wrapped around him just the way he wanted.

My eyes were so hazy and glossy from all the pleasure, I’ve never felt such bliss, with axls last hit and thrusts, leaving his full length inside of me, filling me up with all his cum, making sure every drop was left inside of me.

“God I fucking love you so god damn much.”



[thmles]

| Betty.

- i don't know anything but i know i miss you.

[warnings: a bit sad, a little angsty, just teenage love that i will never have, not proofread]

[a/n: i tried to do it in a sort of 2nd pov? i think it ended up pretty good? so... i might also try to write another miguel story? but i'm trying to figure out if it should be smut or angsty ]

All your life, you and Miles have been the best of friends. You were neighbors, classmates, play pals. You guys were never not together, whether it be skating or even going to his Uncle Aaron’s. When you got accepted into Visions Academy, Miles strived to get accepted just so the two of you can be together. His parents supported him in his decision thinking that it would be a great opportunity for him to learn more.

“‘I love you, dad.’” You mimicked Miles’ voice before laughing loudly. You guys were sitting in the cafeteria, surrounded by other students eating lunch. You could barely eat anything since you’ve been laughing at Miles the whole time.

“Yeah, yeah. Tease me all you want.” He groaned and slammed his head on the table. A few looks of concern came your way at the commotion. You stifle a laugh and rub Miles’ back.

“Don’t be so hard on yourself, Morales. It’s the first day of classes! Everything’s hectic, everything’s hard!” You told him with a smile. Miles groaned at the statement and propped his arm up and resting his head on it. He attempted to grab a fry from your plate before you smacked his hand. “Hey, I bought you your lunch. Don’t waste it.” You were quick to scold him and gave his tray a light shove. You took a sip of your Diet Coke Zero before continuing to eat your fries and bacon cheeseburger. “But your fries look way tastier!” He protested and made another move for your tray.

“Miles, I bought the exact same thing for you.”

“Well, stolen food is still better.”

You rolled your eyes. “How’s your first day? Hopefully not as eventful as mine.” Miles asked before popping more fries in his mouth.

“Well, I was late for the first class, then I went to grab some stuff from my locker but clearly underestimated how much time I need to go to the Physics Classroom which was on the other side of the building,” You sighed and grabbed fries from his tray and munched on them.

“Then I tripped going up the stairs, but some guy named Harry helped me up.” You finished and drank from your cup. Miles laughed at your story and his eyes lit up.

“Oh yeah, Uncle Aaron’s been asking about you! He told us to drop by sometime.”

You let out a laugh and shook your head. “I can’t make time this week, Miles. It’s only the first day and I have a lot of things to finish.”

He groaned and realized he had to finish things as well, especially the essay assigned by their physics teacher.

-

“Hey, Miles. Did you meet your Uncle Aaron last night? You didn’t text after you said you left your dorm.” You were quick to approach him in the hallway. “Wait, did you just grow a couple of inches? We were at about the same height yesterday? Or am I hallucinating?” You fired question after question and you failed to notice how each question agitated Miles.

“Look, I-I don’t know either, okay? Stop asking so many questions!” He stopped and yelled. The whole hallway became quiet as they gawked at the pair of you. You were stunned and hurt. “I-I was just worried, Miles. I didn’t mean to-” Before you could even finish your sentence, he bolted out the hallway and left you there. Other students stared at you before resuming whatever they were doing. You sighed and went back to class before you could overthink what was happening.

-

In the past days, it was revealed that Peter Parker was the man behind the mask of Spider-Man. Unfortunately, he passed due to the earthquake that day Miles stopped talking to you. For the past few days, you haven’t heard much from him, only knowing that he hung around a blond girl named, ‘Gwanda.’ His parents reached out to you hoping you knew what was going on with Miles since he hasn’t been talking to them either. They told you that his Uncle Aaron passed and the new Spider-Man was probably the one that killed him.

You figured you’d reach out to him by going to his dorm. You knew his roommate, Ganke, from your chemistry class and asked him where their dorm was. Later on that day, you knocked on the door, seeing a shadow moving around the room. You knocked gently and called out. With no response, you just talked. “Hey, Miles. It’s me. I-I know you’re probably busy there but I hope you can hear me. Something-Something happened to your Uncle Aaron,” You choked back a sob as tears began to form in your eyes. “I think it’d be best if your family told you about that.” You took a shaky breath.

“Miles, I don’t know anything but I know I miss you. I miss how we hang out and laugh at each other’s jokes. How we listen to each other’s music,” You heard a faint shuffle before you continued, “and how you make me the happiest person when we’re together. This is probably going to be the shittiest way I confess but I like you, Miles. I always have. You’re my best friend and I was always afraid I’d lose you if I said anything.” You leaned your head against the door.

“I know you feel pressured from your family and maybe even from me. But your family and I push you to do your best because we know you can do it. You are special, Miles. You have this spark inside of you and it is amazing. Just keep doing you and we’ll support you. We’re here for you, Miles.” A tear ran down your face and you were quick to wipe it away. You sniffed as you tried to hold back your tears. “We don’t have to talk soon. Take your time, okay? I’ll wait for you.”

-

Later on, you found yourself walking around Brooklyn to clear your head. The earthquake caused by the Fisk Tower got you shaken and felt the need to take a breather. You still haven’t heard from Miles. You looked at your phone for any new notifications and the picture of you and Miles on your middle school graduation looked back at you.

“It isn’t safe for young people to be out at night.” A voice pretending to be gruff and deep informing you. You looked up with a gasp. “Y-You’re that new Spider-Man! The one that just took down Fisk right?”

He let out a nervous laugh before continuing his deep voice. “T-That’s me!” You raised an eyebrow and observed his figure. You circled around him as he stood still. “Look, you have to get home before you-”

“Miles?” The lens of his mask grew wide.

“W-What?”

“You remind me of my friend, Miles. He does this stupid deep voice thing when he makes fun of some older guys that annoy us.”

“O-Oh…”

“Unless…” You put a hand on your chin as you began to think.

“How about I just get you home before something bad happens to you?”

-

The new Spider-Man swung you back at the Visions Academy. To say the experience was terrifying was an understatement. You were clinging to him like a baby koala. He made sure to gently land on the rooftop of the building and set you down just as gentle. He stood on the ledge, ready to leave and bid you a farewell, you cut him off.

“I know it’s you, Miles. I can smell your ‘unique�� cologne that I gifted you last Christmas.” You told him. You slowly approached him until you were on the ledge. You leaned against it as he sat down.

“Is that why you were avoiding us?” You asked him softly and looked at him. He took his mask off and looked down at the busy street below.

“Yeah. I was…trying to figure things out. I didn’t know who to talk to…” You let out a sigh and looked out at the city. The bright lights lit the city up like stars in the night sky. The wind was cold and you shivered through your thin sweater.

“I-I heard everything from earlier…about how you miss me and that you’ll support me and all of that..” You were thankful that it was dark as your face heated up. “And how you like me.” Miles finished and looked at you. “I-I meant what I said, Miles. It’s up to you but I understand if you don’t want to talk or be friends anymore after that-” You rambled nervously. Miles chuckled and wrapped an arm around your shoulder. “Don’t worry. I like you too.” Your face flushed red again as you hid your face in your hands. Miles laughed and gently tugged your hands out of your face. He got down the ledge and stood beside you, leaning against the ledge.

“How about a movie date at my place?” He suggested.

“How about we go to the Arts Museum then we watch a movie? Like Back to the Future?”

“Only if you buy pizza.”

“As long as you buy some ice cream.”

“Deal.”

[stir-knee-oh-low]

cold yet? || matt sturniolo

matt and izaria weren't exactly friends, but they'd had their fair share of moments. it was never about love— something they convinced themselves of.

to them, it was all a game of back and forth sarcastic comments with teasing smirks and empty flirting. they lived for the chase. to anyone else, it was easy to assume they loved each other’s company, but to them it was just “fun.”

they went to a party together, but as the night went on, the temperature dropped. it was matt who subtly showed he'd been paying attention. he didn't ask if she was cold; instead, he broke her to finally admit it and then just so "happened" to have one in the back seat, pretending like he hadn't thought ahead. it was a small gesture, but the meaning behind it was clear: he cared more than he'd ever let her know.

content: fluff, banter, and flirting, flirty!matt x stubborn!reader

“so… you comin with?” his blue eyes, lazy yet expectant, staring back through the screen. there was no urgency, no rush— the dim glow of his tv casting different shadows on his face highlighting his cocky tilted smile, like he already knew the answer.

lounging on her bed, with her own tv on playing different voice in the back she replied “please... you'd be bored without me” matching his tone, knowing full well he liked having her around, more than he'd like to admit.

“yeah ok” he rolled his eyes, already hearing the sarcastic remark in her voice before she even said anything. almost as to say don’t get too confident now. “just don’t forget your jacket. might get cold later” but she might’ve scoffed a bit too loud because who was he to tell her what to do, she thought. except beneath her actions, a small part of her wondered did he actually notice more about her than she realized? "i'm sure i'll be fine" iz responded, regardless of those small feelings, still being a little too confident. "whatever... i'll text you when I'm coming to pick you up later" "alright" the call ended, leaving her alone to figure out what outfit would get under matt’s skin the most

matt was in iz's driveway waiting and as izaria walked closer to the door and opening it he couldn't help but glance briefly at her outfit as she climbed in on the passenger's side. a mini skirt and small top that basically covered nothing. "c'mon iz... you really didn't bring a jacket?" he genuinely wanted her to bring a jacket but he knew her all too well. her stubbornness was granted and he knew she’d pull something like this. holding back from smirking, he knew it’d only make the night more amusing " 'm not taking advice from the guy that wears the same outfit every time we go out" she bites back with a smirk. all matt does was shrug, keeping his eyes on the road and grinning before slyly replying "not my fault I look good in it, right?" shooting her a sideways smile, she rolled her eyes in pure disbelief "whatever" iz was annoyed at how it seemed like he always got the last word. and she hated how effortlessly he could flash his smug grin, knowing she'd never call him out on how much it got to her. but even then, he never heard her deny it.

as the night went on, the air got colder and began biting at iz’s skin, sending sharp chills down her spine. and as much as she hated to admit it her thin strapy top and a skirt that hung only a few inches beneath her waist was a cute outfit but a bold, yet stupid move nonetheless.

now that she was actually outside with the cold air mockingly brushing her skin, it was beginning to seem like an obviously bad choice as it wasn't exactly helping her prove her point. stubborn as ever, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to act like the cold didn’t bother her.

however matt noticed. of course he did. she could feel his eyes on her from across the yard, even while he laughed at something one of his friends said. he didn’t approach her immediately, though—he waited, letting her sit with her pride for a little too long before noticing her give in, sliding the back door open and sneaking inside the house.

“cold yet?” matt’s teasing voice caught her off guard as she didn’t realize he had followed behind her. leaning against the counter, water bottle in hand, smirking like he’d been waiting for this moment.

iz turned to face him, “i’m fine,” she said oddly calm, though her shivering betrayed her.

“sure you are” he knowingly responded, taking a sip of water “the whole freezing-to-death thing kinda suits you though.” she glared at him, hugging her arms tighter. “i’m not freezing. I’m just—”

“cold?” he interrupted, his smug grin widening.

iz sighed heavily, rolling her eyes. “your impossible to be around , you know that?”

“and yet, here you are.” iz narrowed her eyes at him, refusing to let the smirk on his face get under her skin. before she could come up with a sharp comeback, matt pushed off the counter, his tone shifting slightly.

“come on,” he said, nodding toward the door. “let’s get out of here before it gets even colder. i’m tired anyway.”

her first instinct was to refuse, to stay and prove that she didn’t need him to rescue her. she opened her mouth to argue, but somehow could think of anything to say. almost like she was somewhat out of comebacks

“fine,” she muttered, trying to make it sound like she was doing him a favor. “fine,” matt copied her with a grin, already heading toward the backyard.

they said quick goodbyes to their friends, gathering their stuff before stepping into the chilly night. as they walked through the different cars in the driveway to matt’s car.

“oh,” matt said casually as he unlocked the doors, “i think i might’ve left a jacket in the backseat the other day. you can grab it while the car heats up.”

iz paused, one hand hovering near the door handle. something about the way he said it felt off—not in a bad way, just... calculated. she opened the door and spotted the jacket right away, neatly folded like it had been waiting for her.

matt watched her pull it out. he had planned this. of course he had. he’d thrown the jacket into the car earlier, convincing himself it was no big deal. just in case. no harm in being prepared, right? but now, seeing her hold it, slip it on, he wondered if it was too obvious.

“really?” she asked, turning toward him, her voice skeptical as she slid her arms through the sleeves. “so this just happens to be here?”

it was easier to fall into old habits, to tease and deflect, than admit he’d thought about her—about her being cold, about her maybe needing him. “what, you think i brought it here just for you?”

her brow arched, the fabric of the jacket soft and oversized on her. “i don’t know, matt. you don’t exactly strike me as the ‘just in case’ type.” matt’s chest tightened for a second. he could tell she was trying to figure him out, and the thought made him nervous in a way he didn’t like to admit.

“just feels convenient,” she muttered, though the bite in her tone had softened.

“or,” matt said, stepping closer and lowering his voice just enough to make her heart skip a beat, “maybe you’re just reading too much into it.” matt had no idea why he was nervous—this was iz. teasing her was second nature, messing with her was even easier. but this wasn’t that. not anymore. being so close to her it made the atmosphere feel off balance.

the way he looked at her then—like he was daring her to call him out, like he knew she wouldn’t—made her stomach flip. she wanted to laugh it off, to roll her eyes and call him insufferable again, but the words wouldn’t come. instead, she held his gaze a second too long, long enough for the air between them to shift.

she simply looked up at him, innocent and confused, and for a second, matt forgot how to breathe.

iz felt it too. the weight of the silence between them, the way her heart pounded in her chest, the way the cold no longer mattered. she hated this—realizing he could easily make her feel things she didn’t want to feel.

matt pulled back, his smirk returning, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes this time. “come on. get in the car,” he said, his voice quieter now. “before you overthink it.” yeah— would want that now would we? she thought. she climbed into his car unable to shake off the tension that she just experienced.

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[lady-charinette]

"Do you think....we are good parents to her?" Rei's question got whispered into the bedroom, only the silver light of the moon peeking into their room.

Kazuki flexed his hands, turning his head to make out Rei's oddly serene features in the darkness. It's been a while since they left their life of killing, it took even longer than that for Rei and Kazuki both to lean into the normal, civilian way of life with honest work and daring to dream of safety.

But with Miri, all their struggles seemed to reduce in size.

Kazuki smiled wrily. "Are you getting sentimental on me, old man?"

Rei nudged him with his good elbow. "We're only in our 40s."

Kazuki laughed, quietly enough to not rouse Miri from her room. "Yeah..." with a deep sigh, he slowly turned to fully face Rei. "Honestly...sometimes I don't really know. Miri's older now, we get into fights with her every now and then. Remember the first time she talked back to us?"

Rei suppressed a chuckle but the corners of his lips twisted into the beginnings of a smile. "You had a mental breakdown the whole day and hallucinated "rebellious teenage Miri"."

Kazuki turned serious for a second. "Rebellious teenage Miri CAN hurt me."

Rei shook his head. "Hm...I think..." with some effort, Rei turned on his side, now face to face with Kazuki. "I don't know either."

Kazuki sighed, a fond smile gracing his lips. His hand twitched on its position between their bodies. "I think we're doing our best, just like everyone else. Tomo-chan told me the other night how she wants to strangle her husband sometimes because he doesn't do as much housework as he used to."

Rei chuckled with a knowing smile. "Did you offer to dispose of her husband again in your drunken state?"

Kazuki scratched the back of his neck. "...I might have. Hey, nothing that is said while drunk counts. The moms still think I'm joking."

Rei sighed. "Who knows what they would do if they found out you aren't joking."

Kazuki hummed thoughtfully. "...I actually think they might be down if they found out we used to be actual hitmen."

Rei ignored the last remark, his voice turning softer again. More vulnerable. "I wonder if I made it hard for you and Miri..."

The unspoken words hung heavy in the air, Kazuki staring at the cloud of guilt hanging over Rei's head. "You sacrificed so much for Miri, for us. We pulled through everything we set our mind to so far, so..." in a bold move, Kazuki scooted closer to Rei on the bed and gently rested a hand on the back of Rei's head, leaning in close to bonk their foreheads together. "Be more confident, eh?"

Rei couldn't clearly see in the darkness, but he knew Kazuki was grinning his trademark grin.

In a leap of courage, Rei inched closer and rested his hand on Kazuki's cheek. "Only if you do the same, you hypocrite."

Kazuki froze. "Huh?"

Rei smirked. "You don't think the mom group sends me updates about your drunken adventures? I've seen you cry as a drunk depressed ball more often than sober."

Feeling heat burning his cheeks, Kazuki tried to back away. "Ah- wait, about that- ugh I knew I shouldn't have trusted Mari to keep a secret!"

Rei snickered, rubbing his thumb across Kazuki's cheek, which caught his attention. "We're in this together, partner. So...lean on me too."

Kazuki blinked rapidly, touched at Rei's sincerity. They've come a long way since their starting days, but it still surprised Kazuki to see the softer side of Rei.

Still, a good hitman knew to never miss an opening shot.

Now fully pressed against Rei's body, Kazuki wrapped his arms around him and rubbed his nose against Rei's affectionately. "If you insist, partner."

Kazuki was positive Rei was blushing up a storm with how hot his skin felt on his. "I-I didn't mean it like that..."

Even when he said this, Rei wrapped his arm around Kazuki and never let him go till morning.

Thanks for reading!

[sanfangirl-cynicalromantic]

How You Get The Girl

In (late) honor of Taylor Swfit's version of 1989, I felt compelled to write a short fic inspired by one of my favorite songs from that album (all the songs are favorites).

Read on AO3 here

It had been two weeks, but whatever crap people spouted about being able to move on was a complete lie. He hid in his room - or more accurately, he hid in his awful generous cousin’s guest room, since his own apartment held too many reminders and before he had met Minden he had spent most of his time here anyway.

He stumbled downstairs, intending to steal the last carton of ice cream (again). He was pretty sure the only reason Astrid hadn’t come up to kick him out and kill him for continuously finishing off her ice cream was her fiancé keeping her at bay.

The rest of the gang were gathered in Hiccup’s living room talking quietly, which was unusual in itself, and everyone abruptly stopped talking as soon as he entered the room to get to the kitchen.

“Snotlout,” Hiccup greeted him with forced ease. “There you are. It’s, uh, it’s good to see you, um, out and about.”

“We were just talking about you,” admitted Fishlegs. Ruffnut threw an elbow into his substantial gut and he squeaked. “What?!”

“Actually, this is the perfect opportunity to talk. Why don’t you sit down?” Astrid suggested firmly. Her voice was honestly gentler than Snotlout would’ve expected, but there was still the threat of painful things to come if he didn’t obey.

“What’s up, Snotlout?” Heather asked. She was lounging on the couch with her boyfriend, Eret. “You’ve got us worried, honestly. We’ve never seen you down like this.”

Snotlout relented and collapsed into the last remaining armchair, hoping his dried tear tracks weren’t too obvious.

“I messed everything up,” he uttered despondently.

“I’m sure you did,” Ruffnut agreed. Then she frowned. “Wait, are we comforting you or saying it how it is?”

“What happened?” Hiccup addressed his cousin, ignoring Ruffnut. “I caught the part where you and Minden broke up, but I mean, why? You seemed really happy together, and no girl has ever stuck around this long. I thought you guys were kinda . . . it.” Snotlout stared stonily at the inch of space dangling between the floor and his heel. Damn Hiccup and Astrid and their long legs.

“You said you messed up,” Astrid remembered. “How’d you do that?”

“I guess it was kinda inevitable,” Snotlout spat bitterly. He spotted Hiccup’s thumb brushing absently over Astrid’s hands. The display of affection shot a pang straight through Snotlout, even though he hadn’t had physical closeness like that with Minden.

“I - I got scared,” he admitted. “I realized what she meant to me and - I wasn’t expecting it and then I freaked out because I’m, well, me,” - Ruff nodded solemnly in agreement - “and she’s, her so I pulled away and then I messed something she’d been working towards by forgetting about it and then she missed it and then when I called to apologize, she just yelled at me and hung up the phone. And then she blocked me. And when I went to her house to see her I found the door locked with my stuff in a box.” Normally, Snotlout was never this candid, but he was in a bad state, and it was strangely cathartic to spill all his woes onto others to share, even if they might judge him.

“Well, that sounds pretty final, mate,” Eret grimaced.

“Shut your mouth, Eret,” Snotlout groaned and let his head fall back against the chair.

“Shame,” Tuffnut interjected. “I totally thought she was the one a month ago.”

“She was the one,” Snotlout burst. “God, she’s - she is the one, guys. And I’ve lost her.”

“If she is the one, you should get her back. Are you gonna fight for her?” Astrid demanded.

“How would I do that?” Snotlout pouted.

“Grovel,” Hiccup offered. “Groveling does . . . it does wonders.” Astrid sniggered and leaned over to kiss his cheek.

“What does she like?” queried Fishlegs reasonably. “For example: Astrid is straightforward, so she appreciates getting straight to the point and groveling, as Hiccup put it.” Astrid crossed her arms and smirked in confirmation. “Heather likes big speeches followed by promises and presents.”

“Am I that easy!” Heather exclaimed, sitting up from under Eret’s arms slung around her shoulders. “Am I that easy?” she asked her boyfriend.

Eret grinned and pecked her temple. “Yes about all those things, but the speeches and presents are neither easy nor cheap.” Heather rolled her eyes.

“Guess you shouldn’t fight with me,” she said demurely.

“I like people to indenture themselves to me and do my bidding for a set amount of time after they apologize and grovel,” Ruffnut stated. Snotlout shuddered. Fishlegs also looked uneasy at that announcement. Snotlout had no idea how close those two were, but he wondered if it were too late for Fishlegs to back out.

“So what would she want?” Fishlegs stressed.

Snotlout cast his mind back through those four months. Blurs of fumbles and giggles. Shy smiles and mistakes. Doing each other’s nails and Mindy’s cooking. Snotlout showing her his embroidery. Her love of pink and silver and honey. Her showing him her extensive album collection.

“She likes that singer!” he remembered. “Taylor Swift. And she never sweetens her coffee with sugar, only honey, and she does yoga and shows me how to do her hair . . .”

“Oh man, you’ve got it bad, br;o,” Tuffnut chortled. “A girl that hot with taste? Pff, no way you deserve her, Snotman.” Ruffnut flicked her brother’s ear, hard. “Oww, what did I do?” he whined.

“I don’t deserve her,” repeated Snotlout despondently. Oh God, he knew that, but hearing it out loud was making everything worse and more real.

“That only means you have to fight twice as hard for her,” said Hiccup encouragingly. “It doesn’t mean you can’t try, especially if she’s the one.” Astrid smiled softly at her fiancé and nodded at his cousin.

“You’ll want to do a big gesture, like out of a movie,” Fishlegs counseled.

“She’s a Swiftie, right?” Heather checked, “Well, that’s just my department. There should be a song.”

“Excuse you,” cried Tuffnut, “but I am a Swiftie too.”

“But Heather knows this particular Swiftie in question best, other than Snotlout,” Astrid cut in.

“Yeah, I go to advanced yoga with her and her roommates,” Heather reminded them.

“Honestly, ‘Swiftie’ wise, Dagur would be the best option. He’s the most devoted to the whole - thing - than anyone,” Hiccup contemplated. Heather looked up from her phone and gasped in outrage.

“Astrid, smack him for me!” Her friend laughingly complied.

“Hey!”

“We’re all appreciators of Taylor Swift here,” Eret soothed.

“Okay, so I’m looking for a perfect song, but we need more of a plan,” Heather directed them back on track.

“Tuffnut has a boom box,” Ruffnut volunteered.

“Maybe write a speech?” Fishlegs suggested.

“Oh my God,” said Eret, looking over Heather's shoulder at her phone.

“Oh yes,” Heather replied triumphantly.

“What?” Astrid craned her head over the armrests between them.

“I found it guys,” Heather announced. Everyone quieted and she pressed play.

Snotlout’s eyes widened. “Oh no.”

---

"I can't believe you guys are serious," Snotlout grumbled. "We don't need to go this hard."

“You absolutely do,” Hiccup assured him, biting back a laugh. “She’s worth it, remember?”

“There’s no guarantee this will work,” Snotlout pleaded.

Hiccup’s face grew sober. “No, there isn’t. But you are gonna do your best and put your heart out on the line because not doing that is what caused you to lose her in the first place. And if after this, she can’t see your sincerity, then she’s not the one for you, okay? You got this, cuz.” He clapped Snotlout’s shoulder cheerily.

“Everyone in position?” Astrid called softly. It was two o’clock and sunny on a Saturday morning and the gang was gathered on the lawn of the big, nice, expensive house Snotlout’s ex Minden shared with her two roommates. Heather checked her phone.

“Okay, they know we’re here. Ruff, Nadia will meet you by the window over there.” She pointed at the window. “Fishlegs, get the hose ready to throw. Eret! You’re on the left!”

“I am on the left!”

“Snotlout’s lefts. And practice the moves in sync.”

“What were we doing all day yesterday?” Snotlout asked sarcastically under his breath.

“Trying to keep up with me,” Tuffnut answered primly. “Now, don’t be afraid to move your hips and keep your body loose.” Snotlout pinched the bridge of his nose.

Astrid checked the old boom box. “Bluetooth is connected,” she reported. “Is the song in the right position?”

Heather switched apps to check. “Yep,” Heather verified.

“Camera’s all set up,” Hiccup added. “We are never letting him forget this.”

“Make sure you record it well; Atali wants a copy of the footage as payment for helping us.”

Ruffnut popped her head out of the first story window and waved her arms. “You wouldn’t believe it, but they’re already playing some Taylor Swift songs,” she called down. Fishlegs chucked the hose up to her. An indistinguishable pulse of sound drifted out the window.

“Quiet!” Heather hissed. “We really don’t want them hearing us before we’re ready.”

“Jeez, fine.” Ruffnut rolled her eyes exaggeratedly. “Fishlegs, this hose isn’t on; turn the nozzle.” Heather yelped and jumped out of the way as a jet of water squirted at her.

“Ruff!” she screeched. “The setting is shower and you’re supposed to be pointing it at Snotlout, not me.”

“Sorry!” the female twin called down.

“We really don’t need the hose,” Snotlout interjected.

“We should probably use the hose. The first lyrics are ‘stand there like a ghost, shaking from the rain,” Fishlegs spouted.

“It’s a nice touch,” Astrid agreed, hiding a smile.

“Besides,” Eret nudged him, “Your shirt’ll be soaked and you can flex your muscles at her.”

“Just don’t go flexing your muscles,” Snotlout grumbled.

“I have a girlfriend,” Eret reassured him.

“Yeah, but my - I mean, Mindy - she’s hot.”

“So is Heather, but don’t worry, I won’t go flexing any muscles.”

Ruffnut directed the hose and cold water splashed onto Snotlout, Eret, and Tuffnut. Hiccup sniggered and pressed the record button.

“Ring the doorbell!” Heather instructed him urgently, fingers typing furiously. Snotlout did.

He stood there, soaking the cold water droplets while the hot sun beat down on his back, trying not to panic and reviewing the dance steps in his head to calm himself down.

After what seemed like forever, the door finally opened, revealing Minden’s beautiful dark face. She blinked a few times, like she couldn’t believe what she was seeing. Snotlout sopping wet and fully clothed in the middle of the day on her doorstep was probably the last thing she was expecting.

He took her in greedily, from her glossy unbrushed brown hair and her olive skin and the tired crust in her light eyes. He was pretty sure he wasn’t imagining the old tear tracks down her face. She was wearing no makeup and a ratty old T-shirt with a smear of strawberry ice cream down one side. There was no way he deserved an angel like her.

“Snotlout?” Girls thought Eret’s British accent was hot? Minden’s Aussie accent was the hottest thing he’d ever heard. “What are you doing here?” she asked, perplexed. “I-”

“It’s been a long six months,” Snotlout recited carefully. This was such a bad idea; she’d just think him more of a fool.

“Are you insane?” she asked, concerned. “It’s only been-”

“Minden, I was - I was too afraid to tell you . . . to tell you what I want.” He spat hose water out of his mouth so he could keep talking. He knew the hose was a bad idea. “But I’m telling you now . . .” continued Snotlout heavily. Astrid turned up the boombox’s volume and picked it up. Minden jumped, startled, taking in everybody as if for the first time.

“I want you for worse or for better . . .”

“I would wait forever and ever,” Snotlout sang along earnestly, Tuffnut and Eret dancing with him.

“Broke your heart I’ll put it back together,” he made a heart with his hands and shimmied alongside Tuffnut, trying not to cringe. It was easier than he thought though, being silly, if he just focused on Minden’s baffled face.

“I would wait forever and ever . . .”

Wait, wasn’t she supposed to be jumping into his arms by now?

“And that’s how it works, that’s how you get the girl,” sang Taylor Swift on the speakers, but it wasn’t working. Not for him, because he was Snotlout, the one guy who always messed up.

He tried to shut down the lump in his throat at the thought. He wouldn’t cry - his dad had drilled that lesson into him thoroughly enough. Leave the girly crying to his wimpy cousin Hiccup instead.

Now would be his cue to start laughing uproariously and yell ‘kidding’ and an I-can’t-believe-you-fell–for-that like he always did. Tuffnut kept dancing even as the choreography ran out and Eret cast a concerned glance at him as he struggled to stay in sync with Tuffnut. Snotlout didn’t keep dancing.

“Look, Mindy,” Snotlout bowed his head. “I understand if you have no interest in seeing me, and, you know, I wouldn’t blame you. I know I messed up.” He chanced a glance at her but she was looking at him steadily with a blank expression on her smooth face.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” Snotlout admitted. “I’ve never had a girl who saw enough in me to stick around - or even truly give me a chance. And then you came along and at first I thought ‘the joke’s on you because I’m not that guy,’ and then I realized that maybe I kinda wanted to be him.” He resisted the urge to shiver as the hose water ran down his back.

“I’ve been an idiot - you can ask anyone. And I’ve been a muttonhead too. But I miss what we had, Minden. I miss painting your nails and gluing sequins with you on picture frames. I miss our spa nights and face masks and rom com marathons and I would do whatever it takes to get that back.”

Minden’s mouth parted as if she was going to speak but nothing came out so Snotlout continued in a panic.

“I would do whatever it took,” he swore. “Even if it means standing here soaking wet trying to pull a Lloyd Dobler or waiting for as long as you need me to. I’d do it. Whatever you want. Even if . . . even if you just wanted to never see me again, I’d do that too.” He gulped, suddenly certain she would choose the last option.

“I . . . I think, no I know, I just, I’m pretty sure I love you, okay?! There, I said it! And I was so freaked out I withdrew and hurt you, and I’m sorry.” He shrugged and looked at Minden impleadingly.

“I’m also, um, running out of things to say, so if you just give me an answer that’d be-” he was cut off by Minden throwing herself into his arms, hugging him tightly and nearly toppling Snotlout over.

“You love me?” she asked thickly. Snotlout swallowed and looked around in a panic in an attempt to not meet her eyes, but since she was taller than him he had nowhere to look.

“I . . . yeah,” he sighed. “And I . . . I don’t really . . . um,” his hands rested hesitantly on her waist.

“I love you too, Snotlout,” she half-laughed, half-sniffed. “I really, really do.”

---

“Awww,” squeaked Fishlegs adoringly. “I just love true love!”

“It was about time,” Atali announced from the doorway. She walked over to Hiccup. “Did you get that all on camera?”

“Oh yeah,” Hiccup said, grinning. “It was surprisingly sentimental, a truly phenomenal thing to get on camera when it comes to Snotlout.”

“I also got a good angle of his face when he was apologizing,” the redhead grinned. “Want me to send it to you?”

“Oh yeah,” Hiccup said eagerly.

“Thanks again for agreeing to help us,” Heather said as she came over, pocketing her phone. Atali waved a lazy hand.

“Honestly, it was about time,” she admitted. “If I had to listen to “All Too Well” for another minute I would have gone mad.”

“Or any other Taylor Swift break up song,” Nadia, Atali’s girlfriend, chimed in.

“Guess it was more serious on both their parts than we thought,” Astrid said thoughtfully, setting the boombox down carefully. “I’m happy for them.”

“Ruffnut!” Eret called. “You can turn off the hose now!” The female twin cackled and turned the hose on Fishlegs, who yelped shrilly and tried to run away.

“Help! No - Stop!” he cried, perturbed. Ruffnut just continued to laugh. Heather’s eyes widened as she quickly realized what was about to happen.

“Look out!” she called a second too late as Fishlegs barged into Hiccup and Ruffnut’s hose, which had been following him, sprayed onto everyone. The girls shouted while Hiccup groaned pitifully from underneath Fishlegs. Eret walked over and wrung his hair out onto Heather’s face.

“Eret!” Heather shrieked, outraged. Her boyfriend just laughed. Atali took off towards the house to try to wrestle the hose from Ruffnut while Fishlegs scrambled up and tried to hide behind Tuffnut, who was bent over with laughter. Hiccup wheezed on the ground, not bothering to try to move. Astrid chuckled and helped him up.

“Thanks, milady,” he said gratefully before shaking his head like a dog, spraying water droplets all over her.

“Hey - Argh!” she cried, swatting him away and backing over to Heather.

“What do you say we even this game out?” she murmured. “We brought water guns.” Heather looked askance at her.

“You brought water guns?” she asked. “Why?”

“Have you ever known me to not bring a weapon for every occasion?” Astrid pointed out.

“That’s fair,” Heather acquiesced.

“C’mon,” Astrid grabbed her friend's hand. “We have to get there before Hiccup does!” Heather turned to look at the reunited couple, who was retreating into the house, a dopey smile with just a hint of anxiety on Snotlout's face, and a determined look on Minden's.

"Can you believe this actually worked?" Heather nudged the blonde. She turned to follow her friend's gaze.

"Honestly?” she shrugged, “I'm a little surprised, but I guess it's about time Snotlout finally got a girl."

[marinerainbow]

AH YES, Greasy ask time.

Alright, so since our talk yesterday (Or the day after if you're seeing this in the morning!!) about Shiny, mentioning Poppy as well AND Lottie... I've got this funny scenario in my head XD

Imagine versions of all these women from alternative universes in which they are each with 'their own' Greasy (Who have been left behind) somehow ending up all together in the universe where Greasy hurt Poppy!!

Grease thinks he's gonna get triple teamed, or that they're gonna fight over him 😂😂 welll...

... he is going to be very disappointed XD Like:

Greasy: 👀 Hola, mi hermo-

Shiny: Oh no don't you even look at me. Remember I still got those sheers, and they haven't been sharpened in a long time.

Greasy: -eugh, oh no... uh, well you? Little Charlotte? Will you be nicer to m-

Lottie, rifling through her bag: Uhh, I think I still have one of those cyanide pills from service in here...

Shiny: Hey, don't do-

Lottie: Oh no!, its not for me. For him.

Shiny: Ah. Fair enough. Y'know, I have a drink we can put it in?

Lottie: Great!-

Greasy: *Jumps back* You are your fathers daughter!! Fine! Poppy, surely, it will be you, then?...

Poppy: Um no?? I dont think so?? Don't touch me??-

Greasy: *reaches over anyway as Poppy inches away*

Psycho: *CHOMP*

(I'm so sorry if I got Shiny or Poppy wrong!!)

Ohhh my lord. Greasy, you done did it now XDD

First off, you got Poppy and Shiny absolutely right!!! I'm honestly so excited that you wrote Shiny and Lottie interacting in this! Even if it's only exchanging a few words. If she knew Lottie, Shiny would absolutely take on the role of cool but crazy aunt who helps prepare her for boy troubles.

(Did he really think he was gonna get triple action?? That he was gonna get hurt!Poppy again???? The audacity of this bitch-)

(Also, if this version of Greasy hit on Lottie, Shiny's ditching the sheers and grabbing a spoon for that operation. She couldn't save her best friend in time, but she for damn sure ain't gonna let Lottie get taken advantage of)

Meanwhile Poppy is looking at them like "You.. How... You guys could kill him!" "... Uh, yeah! That's the idea, honey!" "But-" "He hurt you! You should have the most incentive to get back at him!"

Also, I absolutely love the fact that Psycho popped up out of nowhere XD either he followed them, probably to make sure Pops is ok, or he got to be the exception to girls night because Poppy doesn't have any weapons with her if some guy harasses her. Psycho is her defense! Next to Shiny XD

Though imagine that conversation playing out XD

Lottie: Uh... Poppy? Watcha got there?

Poppy, holding Psycho's hand so he doesn't wander off: Psycho. He wanted to know if he could come with us?

Lottie and Shiny: *share a look, knowing that Poppy more than likely doesn't even have pepper spray on her in case things go south* ...

Shiny: Eh. Fine by me. But he better keep his paws away from my nachos. He still owes me a burger from the last time we hung out!

(She was originally going to be Smartass' sister, yet Shiny and Psycho have developed more sibling energy than I was prepared for XD)

Oooh imagine the Greasy Shiny is with being there though?? Like, in that timeline, he and Poppy didn't 'date' before. They're friends! How do you think he'd respond to the fact that another version of himself hurt her? Would he be in Shiny's corner or would he hesitate because that is, technically, still him?

This was fun to read in the morning! Thank you for sending it in! ^^

[remisummerglow]

Adventures of a Tiny-Loving Giantess - Prologue

Drastic measures had been introduced to deal with global warming after the discovery of size manipulation technologies. Most of the world population had been shrunk: either to 1/20 of their size or to the micro 1/400 size, while a minority retained their original size. Big and small people lived together in a mixed society as a result of these policies. They interacted at work, at universities, and even in informal contexts. They weren’t extremely common, but mixed-size romantic interactions sometimes developed as well. Smaller people appreciated the beauty and size of their much bigger peers, often to the point of adoration; while some larger people loved spending time among tinies. Some of them did it for attention. Some were chasing wealthy and famous tinies, attempting to improve their status while remaining the dominant one in the relationship. Finally, some did it just because they were attracted to smaller people. Sarah was one of this last set of people, and her preference was so strong that her friends jokingly called her a “giant slut”.

That day Sarah had decided to visit the pool. She had dragged her friend Bianca to the tiny area, where people not taller than their ankles hung out. While Sarah felt right in her element, Bianca was more uneasy. Feeling out of proportion and clumsy in the cramped space, she pleaded to her friend to go back to the normal section of the pool. “I feel like everyone is staring at us here.”

“Yeah, isn’t that amazing?” Sarah beamed. Her friend wasn’t wrong. The sight of a couple of giant bikini-clad girls had caught the attention of dozens of three-inches-something tall people. Their shapely bodies would have attracted plenty of indiscreet looks in a normal location, let alone in there, where they stood out like a skyscraper in the middle of a rural village. It didn’t help that Sarah’s feet were occupying, by themselves, almost half of the pool… the water only came up to her ankles, but it helped keep the girl fresh on the hot mid-summer day.

As a result of their undeniable presence, a couple of enchanted tiny guys had walked to them. “Hey girls,” one of them introduced himself. “Nice day, huh?”

“Hi,” beamed Sarah. “Yeah, I just love this weather!” she cooed, coquettishly moving her hand through her long brown hair and smiling at the tiny guys.

“So what brings a big girl like you to this side of the pool?” the guy asked.

“Oh, not much, you know? Being around people our size all the time can be annoying,” she explained. “They can be so full of themselves. It’s just refreshing to hang out with tinies, explore other cultures. Why, do you mind?”

“No, not at all!” he said. “Actually, I just wanted to say that you’re very attractive.”

“Aw thanks, you are such a sweet guy,” she chirped. In that moment, Sarah felt something poke her thigh.

“Excuse me,” a small woman complained. She seemed visibly upset. “Your feet are taking up all of the pool. We would like to swim too.”

“Well,” Sarah said, “you are free to swim in that part of the pool,” gesturing to indicate the part of the pool on the other side of where her feet were.

“I mean, why don’t you just move to the large pool?” the woman said. “This is not the place for you.”

“Why don’t you move to the large pool then?” smirked Sarah. “You would have all the space that you want there!”

“I would risk getting stepped on there, idiot,” the tiny woman angrily yelled. “You might have a big body, but you sure have a tiny brain!”

“Sarah please,” Bianca tried to intercede. “Let’s not make a scene.”

“Eugh, fine,” Sarah conceded. “I’ll do as you say – I’ll take my feet out of the pool.”

“See? That wasn’t so hard,” the woman said, satisfied that Sarah was finally freeing the pool. Just as the giant girl was done removing her feet from the water, however, she placed her hands on both sides of the pool and entered the water with her butt. She smugly looked at the tiny woman as she did that. Sarah was blessed with quite a generous behind, which, it goes without saying, occupied even more space off the little pool compared to her dainty feet.

“I can’t believe you did this!” the woman yelled. “Are you damaged in the head?”

Sarah was about to respond when one of the guys she was flirting with intervened. “Come on, miss, can’t you see that you are bothering her?” he told the woman. “She has the same right to use this pool as everyone else.”

“He’s right,” his friend added. “Maybe you are just jealous.” “You are siding with her,” the disbelieving woman said. “You should be on the side of your own people.” She shook her head in disappointment. Defeated, she returned to her chair to grab her things and go away. “Hey, thanks for defending me,” Sarah said to the little man. “You guys were so sweet!”

“No problem,” the first of them responded. “I’m Paul by the way, and this guy’s Robert.”

“Nice to meet you both. I’m Sarah, and this is my friend Bianca.”

“Do you think I could have your number? We could go out sometimes,” he boldly asked.

Sarah giggled. “You like your girls big, huh?” she flirted.

“Well, I’d rather say I like my girls beautiful,” he replied.

“Oooh, smooth!” Sarah beamed. She picked the tiny guy up and whispered in his ear: “Why don’t we skip all the small talk and just get to the good parts?”

He enthusiastically agreed. “Meet me in front of the entrance,” she said. “I’ll grab my stuff and take you home.”

“What about you?” said the second guy. He was looking towards Bianca. “Would you like to go out sometimes?”

“I-i…” Bianca awkwardly scrambled for words. “I’m actually really busy!” She quickly got up and grabbed her towel, prompting Sarah to follow her.

“What about Diego?” asked Bianca, as the girls were walking to the changing rooms.

“What about him?” Sarah said. “He doesn’t have to know, okay?”

“Well, I’m not telling him,” Bianca giggled. “But aren’t you afraid he’ll find out? This isn’t even the first time you cheated on him.”

Sarah shrugged. “The thing with tiny guys is, they’re so small… you can’t just have one of them!”

Bianca laughed. “You like them so much, guess I should try one of them out someday.”

“You really should,” nodded Sarah. “They go crazy for big girls like us.”

As the girls chatted and walked, Bianca inadvertently hit something with her flip-flop. At the same time, they heard a woman screaming. Bianca looked around her feet, realizing that something was wrong.

“Be careful where you’re stepping,” a woman from inside the swimming pool scolded them. “You kicked the micro pool into the regular one – it landed on me! I got micros all over me!” she explained as she tried to shake the bug-sized people off her large breasts and shoulders.

“Whoa, sorry!” Bianca said. She bent down to oversee the situation. “Here, one of them,” she pointed, as she saw a bug-sized man stuck on the woman’s chest, right above her cleavage, when a drop of water slid down over him, dragging him down until he disappeared in between the giant breasts. “Well, never mind.”

Several other people were floating in the water all around the giantess’s torso, trying to stay afloat, some of them desperately swimming towards the gigantic woman in hope of finding a foothold. Bianca managed to catch a couple of them before the lifeguard arrived. “This always happens,” the worker complained as she attempted to fish the micros using a strainer.

“These guys have it hard, huh,” Bianca said, looking at the micro people in the middle of her hand. They appeared disoriented in the palm of a hand the size of a town square to them, not to mention the sight of the bikini-covered tits looming in the near distance like a monument to femininity.

Bianca handed the couple micros to the lifeguard. “Thanks,” said the woman. “I think this should be all of them.”

“Um, I think you are missing at least one,” said Bianca, and she nervously whispered something to the lifeguard.

“Oh, fuck sake,” the woman rambled, as she glanced at the pool woman’s boobs. “They don’t pay me nearly enough to deal with this!”

“Why even put the micro pool there?” Bianca observed as the two girls walked away from the sorry scene.

Sarah shrugged. The girls finally entered the changing rooms, where they removed their bikinis and put on their dry clothes.

“So,” Sarah said. “Aren’t you going to go out with that guy?” Her friend had removed her bra and was now standing topless. “He would fit just right between those tits of yours,” she giggled.

“Well he was kinda cute…” pondered Bianca.

“He was eating you up with his eyes,” Sarah observed.

“Yeah I noticed,” agreed Bianca. She was looking down at her belly. “Um, did you think I put some weight on lately? I haven’t been able to go to the gym much.” She had removed her bikini bottom as well and was now posing completely naked for her friend.

“Not at all, you look amazing,” Sarah raved. She was sincere – Bianca’s petite body was full of curves, and would have made many other girls jealous – but not Sarah, who was just as great looking.

“Thanks,” Bianca said “Well I said it’s time for me to try out tinies,” she reasoned. “Might as well do it now while I’m still single.”

“That’s the spirit,” Sarah cheered. “Come on,” she said, our boys are waiting for us!

“Right, right,” Bianca said, nervous, but enthusiastic, and she went for her bag to pick out her clothes.

When the girls got out of the pool, they walked to the tiny parking lot. “See them anywhere?” asked Sarah.

“I don’t think so,” Bianca said, busy trying not to step on the tiny cars parked in the area. “Should we wait for them here? God, I wonder if he left already,” she panicked. “Why did I turn him down the first time?”

“Nah, don’t overthink it,” Sarah reassured her. “They’re obviously slower because they’re tiny.”

“Right,” said Bianca.

“Look, there they are!” said Sarah, as she saw the two guys waving in their direction.

Sarah bent down to pick her guy up, and looked in Bianca’s direction, shooting a glance that invited her friend to take action.

“Um…” Bianca said. She awkwardly addressed the guy by her flip-flops. “I changed my mind. Would you still want to come with us?”

“Of course!” Robert beamed. If his friend Paul wasn’t being firmly held in Sarah’s clutch, he would’ve probably high-fived him. “Well,” Sarah said. “Everyone get in my ca-”

She was interrupted by the repeated blaring of horns coming from the street.

“Move!” a woman shouted. “You’re blocking the street!”

Sarah’s flip-flops were indeed in the middle of the tiny street, blocking the way for a whole line of tiny cars. “I think I recognize that voice,” she thought, only to look inside the vehicle to see the same complainer from the pool. “Eugh, her again.”

Sarah bent down to address the tiny woman. Only then she was recognized as the rude giant girl from the pool. “You didn’t say please,” Sarah said, smirking.

“You again!” the angry woman yelled. “Just move!”

“You’re right,” Sarah said, as she picked the tiny car up. “I shouldn’t be blocking the street.” She moved out of the way, clearing the street for the other drivers – now quite terrified of the situation.

The woman was now at the peak of her anger, she couldn’t believe that young bitch had picked up her whole car like that. “Put me down, now!” she yelled. Sarah was holding the tiny car in front of her face, her blue eyes savouring the sight of the panicking woman.

“Fine, fine,” she said. She indeed put the car back to the ground. “But before we go, let me leave you with a present,” and she fetched her wet bikini bottom from the bag, dropping it on top of the tiny car, covering it completely.

The woman desperately screamed, every window of her car now covered with the bright pink fabric from the nineteen-years-old girl’s thong. She would have to perform the humiliating task of removing the oversized undergarment from the top her car herself… once she had managed to get out of the car.

Sarah walked to her car smiling, glad for the lesson she had imparted to the annoying woman. She might have been famous for her love of tinies, but she certainly wasn’t always nice to them.

[atinyjules]

LIMBO - YEOSANG PT. 2

Pt. 1 is over here

Like I said, it ended up becoming a little too long so here's pt. 2 please enjoy! (づ￣ ³￣)づ

I let out a sigh as I pressed my uniform for the last time. Our last classes ended last week and I had one day left before I graduate high school and as excited and sad as I was, the adrenaline of going off to college felt real. But at the back of my head, there still lingered Yeosang. And as much as I wanted to forget about him...the memories keep appearing and the worry of whether he was okay or not still haunting me.

It has been almost two week since I last spoke to Yeosang...properly and there was little to no news of him. Even though we aren't friends anymore, I was still worried for him. But I held myself together and continued pressing my clothes because, why should I worry about him? He was the one in the wrong so what he does or where he is currently shouldn't worry me.

I smiled after I cleanly pressed my uniform and put it up on the hanger and hung it in my room. I was leaving for Seoul in a couple of days after the ceremony so my room was basically empty at this point. I decided to move because, well...I want a break from this place so I'll spend my break in Seoul and then enroll at a college over there.

"I'm gonna miss this." I said implying to my bedroom.

Yeosang's

The graduation ceremony was tomorrow but I had no plans of attending so that was the least of my worries right now. I couldn't go to the graduation ceremony...not after everything that happened and not after the damage I caused. So I just spent my days staying at home and not moving an inch out of the bed, only getting up for water and the washroom.

At this point, I looked terrifying.

The last time I ate a full meal was maybe two weeks ago. And after that I could barely eat two spoons and discarding the rest. So I had dark eye bags, my hair was dirty and messy, I was really frail and could barely talk.

I felt horrible so after successfully getting myself up, I carefully walked to the shower and turned on the tap as I slumped against the wall. The water hitting my skin as I felt a wave of freshness hit me. I let out a content sigh, the water easing the throbbing headache I was having.

I felt my eyes getting heavy due to the feeling of the water hitting my body when the world suddenly went black, the sound of my phone ringing being the last sound I heard before my body hit the ground.

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Yeeun's

I smiled at my reflection on the mirror after I finished touching up my face. Putting on my tinted lip balm after which I stood up and spritz myself with a refreshing and sweet perfume.

Today was the day I graduate and start a new chapter in my life. But why was I feeling so uneasy? As if something was wrong? I don't know but I focussed on getting ready since mom told me that it was probably the butterflies in my stomach due to the excitement of graduation high school today.

After I was ready I headed to the school where I was engulfed into a warm hug by San.

"You look gorgeous! Omo...can you believe it?! We're graduating today! TODAY!" He exclaimed making me giggle.

"I know right!" I said excitedly when my eyes went to the empty chair by the window next to mine.

"D-Did Yeosang not come yet?" I asked San as he patted my shoulder and smiled.

"Wooyoung went to get him, so don't worry he'll be there." he said making me let go of a breath I didn't realise I was holding.

"Okay, that's great." I said with a small smile.

Even though we might have ended on a bad note, I wanted Yeosang to be present at the ceremony. I remember how we used to imagine our graduation day when we were kids and how excited he was for this day so if he couldn't be present I would be sad.

As we took our seats in the school auditorium I couldn't help but feel worried at the absence of Wooyoung and Yeosang.

What's taking them so long?

I sighed and looked at my phone, we had 10 more minutes till the ceremony began. And there was still no sign of any of them. After five minutes I finally had enough and pulled out my phone and dialled Wooyoungs number.

"Are you calling Wooyoung?" San asked as I nodded when the doors siddenly burst open to reveal Wooyoung who at the sight of me came running towards us with glassy eyes.

"What's wrong? Where's Yeosang?" San asked as I grew more worried at Wooyoung's expression.

"I think something's wrong with Yeoasang. I went to call him but no one answered and he won't pick up his phone. His landlord told me that he hasn't come out even once since I last visited and there's tones of untouched food out in the garbage bin." Just those words were enough to get me riled up as I quickly stood up and ran out.

"Yeeun!" Wooyoung and San called out but I ignored their calls and ran out of the auditorium, ignoring the calls of my teachers, family and friends.

Yeosang...you better be safe!

I quickly made my way to his apartment where I was greeted with a bin full of untouched takeout. I quickly banged on his door.

"YEOSANG?! KANG YEOSANG! OPEN THE DOOR!" I exclaimed loudly and felt my knees get weak when I received no response. I sat their quiet for a while when I took note of a dripping sound from inside his room making me freeze.

"Y-Yeosang...?" I put my ear to the door and felt my heart rate spark up when I indeed heart the sounds of water flowing.

I quickly stood up and started banging on the door.

"KANG YEOSANG!! OPEN THE DOOR! I'M SO SORRY FOR EVERYTHING! I'M SO SORRY FOR LEAVING YOU!" I cried and banged on the door when I suddenly remembered something.

"Key!...K-Key!" I exclaimed and fumbled with my fingers as I searched for the extra key he had given me. I let out a sigh of relief when I found the key and tried to quickly put the key on the keyhole and proceeded to open it.

As soon as I opened the door, water poured out of the house as I quickly made my way to the source of the water. And that's when I found him unconscious on the ground. Frail and weak.

"Yeosang! Yeosang, are you okay?!" I exclaimed shaking his body trying to sense any form of life in him. Freezing when he coughed out water. I then proceeded to hold him in my arms.

"Yeosang! Hey...don't worry I'm here!"

"Y-Yeeunie..." he whispered loud enough for me to hear him.

"Yes! Yeeunie! It's me and I'm here now! Okay?! You're okay now!" I exclaimed and quickly dialed 911.

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Yeosang's

I opened my eyes slowly, shielding my eyes from the bright rays of the sun. Taking in my surroundings, I slowly got up and coughed as I looked around the room to realise that I was in the hospital with a sickening number of pipes in my arms. I tried to recollect the recent events only to wince in pain due to the headache I was having.

"Ah, good to know that you're awake." I look up to see a senior nurse holding a stroller with some things I couldn't identify.

"How long was I out?" I asked as she counted the days.

"Around two weeks. When you were brought here you were extremely malnourished and dehydrated. And you had high fever." she said as I tried to remember but failed.

"Who brought me here?" I asked and took a sip of the water.

"A girl, she was crying so much that we had to calm her down. She was really worried for you. You should take care of yourself boy...she along with your friends and family were extremely worried." she said as she did her job and left.

"Was it Yeeun?" I asked myself and looked out the window. The sky was clear and the sun was shining brightly. I was dwelling in my thoughts when the door opened.

"O-Oh...you're awake." I looked up to see the girl I had been desiring to see holding a bag wither her hair tied into a low ponytail.

"I brought you some soup." she said and placed her bag on the chair.

"Yeeun-" I tried to talk but was cut off by her.

"I need to leave in a while so have it quickly and rest." she said and placed the warm bowl of chicken soup infront of me.

"I'm-" she cut me off again.

"It'll get cold." she said as I sighed in defeat and tried to pick up the spoon but failed, causing the soup to splash on my pjs. I was going to pick up the spoon when she took it from my hand and took a spoonful of soup and blew on it softly and brought it to my lips. I drank the soup with a shaky breath.

After I finished all the contents of the bowl she quickly packed her bag making me panic.

"Yeeun-"

"I'll get going now." she said cutting my words.

"Yeeun we need to talk-" she cut me off yet again.

"I don't want to talk." she said making me panic as she continued walking to the door.

"Yeeun please! Hear me out!" I exclaimed as she stopped.

"I heard everything I needed to hear so let's leave it at that." she said as I felt my eyes glisten.

"You can ignore me and hate me all you want but please...hear me out just this once and I promise I'll stop pestering you and you can ignore me how much you want. But just let me explain myself...give me a chance please, just one chance." I said and started to lose hope due to her lack of response when she spoke up.

"5 minutes...you get 5 minutes to explain yourself Kang." she said as I heaved a sigh of relief.

"I'm so sorry for everything Yeeun. Everything I said and everything I did was out of pure confusion. I thought that I was unsure of what to do after I join college, but I realised that it was the feelings of not knowing what to do if you wouldn't be by my side in college and my life...

I wasn't sure if my feelings for you was love or gratitude but once I realised it was love I couldn't help but feel angry at myself for not noticing it early enough. And now that we're stuck in this situation...I blame muself for everything and hope that you'll forgive me one day-" I was cut off by Yeeun's voice.

"You're 5 minutes are up." she said and rushed out leaving me alone with the lingering scent of her Peony perfume.

"It was worth the try..." I mumbled to myself as I closed my eyes to avoid my tears from falling.

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Yeeun's

It has been exactly one month since Yeosang's confession and life has become harder and harder to get through everyday. The desire to run into the warm and encapsulating embrace of Yeosang was stronger than ever . But after leaving him there, how could I go to him and act as if nothing happened between us?

I looked out the window of my university library. After everything that happened I decided to remain here and discarded the idea of going to Seoul. So after getting my own apartment close to the University I began to hang around the library 24/7.

"Hey, Yeeun." I turned to see Wooyoung who had a solemn smile.

"Hey...funny seeing you here in the library on a sunday." I said as he chuckled and put his hands on my shoulder.

"Go to him...I'm sure he misses you and I know you do too. So go and clear it out...tell him how you feel and give him a big ass hug." he said making me chuckle as my smile faltered.

"I can't...not after how coldly I treated him." I said making him smile.

"You did that cause you were cold...so why don't you let him warm your heart up like he always does? If he loves you, he'll allow you to come inside of his heart and if he doesn't...he's probably a wuss." Wooyoung said making me chuckle as I hugged him.

"Should I?" I asked as he scoffed.

"Of course! Now go get your man!" he exclaimed pushing me towards the door as I ran out to find him and not even a little while after I ran out it started to pour....heavily.

"Shit...where am I supposed to find him?" I asked myself as I walked in the rain, clothes drenched. I was going to take out my phone when I found my umbrella. Even though I was already wet I shielded myself from the rain in order to not get more drenched than I already was.

As I walked in the empty streets an image suddenly appeared in my head.

Han river?

"Where do you always run off to?" a younger Yeeun asked a younger Yeosang.

"Han river...whenever I feel low I just go there and look at the scenery or fly my drone."

"Sooo, you'll always be here when I can't find you?" she asked as he smiled at her.

"You bet."

"Han river!" I exclaimed and ran down towards Han river.

And as if by coincidence, there he was sitting in the middle of the rain holding something.

Yeosang's

I sighed and looked at the single withered peony in my hand.

Peonies...she loved and adored them. Told everyone she would rather reincarnate as a pink peony than as a human.

I would do anything just to hear her voice again.

"There you are..." I froze when I heard the familiar voice. I hesitantly turned back to see Yeeun drenched in rain holding a single umbrella between us.

"You just got discharged from the hospital...do you want to spend the month at the hospital again?" she asked me as I managed to give her a smile.

"As long as it means that you'll come and take care of me all over again..." I said as my voice cracked.

"You probably don't want to see me....so I'll-" I cut her off by pulling her in for a short but sweet kiss. After I broke the kiss she looked at me with glass eyes as her tears fell and she pulled me in for a tight and warm hug.

"Please don't leave me." she cried as I held her tightly.

"Never...I promise I'll never leave you again, Yeeun."

Although the clouds were dark and the rain was pouring it was the complete opposite of how we felt for each other. Love held back from months all let out under the pouring spring rain. I wouldn't have want it any other way.

UwU...and that's the end!

[justicekiy]

He drives me home.

As soon as he cuts the engine, he asks me to wait here for a second.

I did. We sat in silence for a while. It seemed like lifetimes have passed between us.

“Is this the last time I’m going to see you?”

I turned to his expression. It was almost emotionless. Still as a statue. I couldn’t believe he asked me. Maybe I was too alluded than I should have been.

“Do you want it to be?” I asked him softly.

“Hell no.” He responded. He turned my head to match his face and glided his fingers under my chin for me to kiss him. I can’t lie. It freaked me out. His movements were so in sync with all my nerves. Like he predicted the way it would electrify me entirely. That fueled me even more.

I couldn’t help but to bring myself more into his grasp. We were all over each other now. I took control and straddled him against his seat. He had lead the driver seat all the way so I had enough room to close any necessary gaps. We collided in such a different way. This way felt home. Felt like where I needed to stay. His fingers went up my sweaters and around my breast squeezing them. It was just the tease I needed to let out a little moan. His ears perked up and he smiled slightly like he discovered a dirty secret. He was learning my body. I had to give him credit for paying this close attention. This is the first time we ever connected like this. Physically I mean. We went on a few dates together and then we set boundaries between the both of us. We had to do it before things got further. The attraction the first time was intoxicating. I wished he ripped my clothes off right where he stood. My body kept calling for him and I didn’t want him to answer. Not just yet. I had to wait it out. For my own sanity. I had to resist the urge of cupping his face….caressing his shoulders….licking his neck. No, it was far from my mind. That was well… until tonight.

“Come inside.” I said to him mid-breath. His face looked up before his eyes did. And then he backed up a little to get a good look at my face. His expression… it was hungry. Just like mine.

“I probably shouldn’t….” He trailed off. “But the way you are on me right now, it’s pretty hard to say no.”

“So don’t say it,” I whispered as I inched closer and closer to his mouth. I licked his bottom lip with my tongue before nibbling it down. He groaned a little before I pulled away. “Don’t think right now. Do what feels right.”

He nudges his head over to the passenger seat, signaling me to get off of him. A little shocked, but I did anyways. Then he was out his seat and slammed the car door. My state was unmovable. I did not know why I feared him saying no. Like it actually bothered me if he did. I haven’t gotten bothered by a guy in ages. I was admiring a lot of new developments between him and me.

My car door opened and it’s him leaning against the passenger door, blocking me to exit.

“Come on, before I change my mind.”

Once I was out of the car, he clicked his Challenger before he hung his arm over my shoulder. He chuckled before saying “Man if it’s gonna be like this with you all the time, Imma be in trouble a lot.”

I grinned devilishly before clicking my apartment door opened. It was dark. Good. I knew my roommate was home but I didn’t want to be bothered with introducing him to her. Not that I was trying to hide him. Or maybe I was. Maybe I wanted him to myself just for the night. It’s what I been craving since I laid eyes on him.

When we reach my room, he looks around. He sits on the edge of my dresser. “Damn. This room is way better than mine. I should’ve known your artistic ass would go all out.”

“Aye, don’t hate on what I create. You’re blessed you got someone that can liven up that frat room of yours.”

He blew a raspberry. “Now I know you got jokes. My room is no where near a frat house. I’m too old for any of that. It’s just …. A little modern. Nothing like this.” He started walking around at the different corners of each room. To Each element. Air. Water. Earth. Fire. “How long it take you?”

I shrugged and plopped on my bed, kicking off my Jordans. “A few months. I was determined, though.”

“I can see that.”

“You’re the first outsider though.”

“What? You saying not even your friends?”

“No.”

“Why is that?”

“You tell me.”

He sighed and gets even closer to me. “I think you mad selective on energy. I ain’t mad at that. I’m the same, to be honest.”

“I just want the right people in my space. And lately… that hasn’t been easy,” I said.

He comes over to the bed and placed his hands on each of my thighs, leaning down. I sit a little to meet his gaze. “Well, now you have.”

I scrunch my nostrils. “Yeah, maybe.”

“I know you. You wouldn’t have invited me in here if you thought otherwise.”

I lift my shoulders. “Perhaps.” He falls between my legs like his gave out. He rests his head on one of my thighs as he kneeled down. I chuckled. “Already tired?”

“No. You’re just very warm,” he lied. But I see him yawning a little as he goes on and makes my legs his own personal pillows.

“Come on,” I caressed his head gently. “I’m not going to allow you to sleep on the floor, you know ?”

His head snaps up like he got a jolt of adrenaline. He looks at me until a grin forms creepily. “I don’t think you have the kind of restraint.”

“Have you met me? My whole life has been a restraint.”

“Alright, Jem. Ill bite. Scoot over then.” He pulls himself up and used his arms to push my body a little further before he scoops me around after plopping on the bed. It made a screeching noise.

“Damn, X. Not so loud. I have neighbors.” I joked. “And my roommate isn’t that far.” Our bodies were wrapped so tight, I felt his chest rise and fall. He was longer than my bed, but made it work when he angled us diagonally from the foot of it. He laid on his back. I laid on my side. My thighs were swallowing his legs. But he didn’t mind it. He even gripped one of my legs across him as he used one hand to caress my skin back and forth.

“Let em hear. I don’t care.” His voice grew sleepy. There was a yawn after that.

I kissed his cheek but he turned into me to meet my lips. We were kissing for awhile. It felt different than before. This one felt cozy. Warm like a fireplace fire. Somehow when his body shielded me off, he broke the kiss.

“We should stop,” He looks down at me as I look directly in his eyes. I saw his face in a dim lighting, but there was an interesting expression he was making. I couldn’t tease him any more. I wanted more than I realized. My hands go sliding down to his dick as I gripped it softly. He growled at me. I chuckled. “Do you have any idea what you just started?”

“I can only guess.”

His moves were quick as he flipped us over and used his hands to grip my ass tightly. My mouth found his again. I couldn’t get enough of kissing him. It was like my kryptonite. His lips were so soft against mine. His mouth was like the perfect fit. I didn’t want anything more than to shove my tongue into it. So I did. Little by little, he sucked on mine and my eyes rolled back from the pleasure it brought. I had forgotten how amazing it all felt. He was reawakening everything in my body tonight. Everything I left dormant.

He wasted no time to find my sweater and pull it off of me. Underneath was a satin brown Fenty set I just bought. I was so glad I went shopping before this night. My breasts were almost spilling out of them though. He lifts up closer to bury his face in them. I moaned off impact…loudly.

“You gonna have to be quiet for me, mama. I promise, Imma take care of you.”

“What happened to “let them hear?’” I joked.

“Nah, I’m selfish.” His lips grazed my chest and I shivered. “Means I want to be the only one hearing you tonight. Can you handle that?” He grips my ass once more. I just nod rapidly. Afraid if I gave a verbal command, the way I feel would be more obvious. “Good cause it’ll be an inscrutable night for you.”

“Okay, Mr. Two Degrees. Inscrutable huh?” I managed to reply. He used my joke against me as he took the time to thread his fingers around the lace trim of my panties.

“I don’t know about you….” He circled around my clit. I gasped. He slid down to my opening and used one finger to dive in. “But I know I’m done talking.”

[casspurrjoybell-22]

Master - Chapter 64 - Part 1

*Warning Adult Content*

Three months later

Circling the pristine table, I make sure each chair is just as it should be before I stand behind my own.

"Perfect."

The council room was hardly unfamiliar but it had undergone many changes under Wenquie's hand, each of which was admittedly better than the last.

The war map that had hung over the largest wall for months, like a brand, was no longer present and though it had only been paper and wool, the room felt considerably lighter in its absence.

Similarly, the former linear table that had seen me at the head had been replaced by a round one.

My advisers knew that I was Pylen, I didn't need seating to prove that.

This was more seemly, as were the eight elegant chairs that each had an engraving of the owner's sigil or station within the clan.

Today, these seats would be filled for the first time since the war and just the thought had pride that could hardly be tamed surging within my chest.

More than a year ago, these had only been plans on paper, preparations for how I'd run my clan once I was in control but today, they would be made real.

All those endless nights were proving their worth, yet again.

Everything we'd ever wanted, made so, I only hoped that this too would be as perfect as we imagined.

"You're worrying is making my belly feel sick, Master."

Despite how much time had passed or how I'd thought I'd mastered anticipating Kalem's popping, I still found my soul leaping out of my body at the sweet voice that sounded behind me.

I spin, meeting the mischief in Kalem's hazel eyes that he tried to hide behind a layer of innocence that was far too thin.

Besides, we both knew that Kalem was anything other than innocent.

"So, you sought to punish me by frightening me?" I ask, already smiling for him.

Kalem twists his lips to the side thoughtfully.

"Well, you're not worried anymore. It worked."

Chuckling, I pull my love close, lavishing in the feel of his warm body against mine, his fitting just as it was meant to.

"Then I should thank you."

"I think so," Kalem whispers.

"I hope this will do."

I catch a glimpse of Kalem's approving grin just before I bring our lips together.

It didn't matter that I'd spent the morning lavishing in the taste of him.

I needed more and I would always happily, enthusiastically, overindulge in my love.

Kalem moans as I swipe my tongue over his lips, pulling him in closer when I find him to be sweet as ever.

I groan against his soft lips that enticed me to do all manner of unseemly things to my greatest love.

God, what I could do to him right now...

"No. We can't get naughty in here," Kalem scolds against my lips, even as his fingers slip into my belt loops and tug me closer to him.

I grind my cock against his hip, letting him feel every hard inch.

"But we did yesterday and the day before," I whisper while tracing his neck with my teeth.

"And the day before that."

"T-That was... ngh. We were redecorating and got distracted," Kalem squeaks, his pleasure coursing through me and doubling my own.

"W-We can't do that today, Lincoln."

"I don't see why not. Don't you favour routines?"

Kalem laughs but it soon becomes a pleased groan when I meet the tempting dip in his neck and slide my fangs along it.

"Can I?"

Kalem digs his fingers into my hair, directing me closer.

"Please."

Permission granted, I lap over the skin, only managing to tease us both for a few moments longer before I finally sink my fangs into his tender skin.

The world becomes static around me as Kalem's blood slides down my tongue, lightening up my insides almost as much as his smiles did.

Kalem gives in to me entirely, melting in my arms and moaning his pleasure as I drink from him, greedy and hungry for more, no matter how much I got.

Kalem's blood was intoxicating, as it were but mixed with our love, I knew I'd never get enough.

But we would be hosting guests soon and as much as I hated to admit it, we could not have sex on the table again.

So, with great reluctance, I draw myself away, swiping at the punctured skin to get every drop until it heals on its own, leaving only a flush of red in its place.

When I meet Kalem's eyes, they're dazed and slightly damp, making him appear beautifully debauched in the way I loved most.

"You say we can't do anything naughty and yet you look at me like that," I groan as I rest my head on his.

"Like you're a second away from making a mess."

"I... you..." Kalem breathes out, huffing as if he were genuinely appalled.

"You're the one who bit me, Master. You are the trouble."

"I am not the trouble," I manage through my laughter.

"I am not the sex-crazed one here."

Kalem gasps.

"You are literally crazy, Master. You've always been so, don't make me sound like I'm crazy. And we both like sexy times. We are both very needy people."

I bark out a laugh, Kalem's wording taking me by surprise and dragging out chuckles that grow louder still as he joins in after failing to keep his expression serious.

Warmth spreads between us, brightening the space between us and making me feel almost high with the pleasure that runs through me.

It's strong and wonderful and everything I'd ever wanted but it doesn't last when I think of the person who hadn't felt pleasure like this in far too long.

Kalem's smile soon dips, his laughter tapering off just as mine did.

I loathed to see how my pain forced his own when he was only just starting to heal but I was yet to discover how to stop it.

"I'm sorry," I try, despite Kalem already shaking his head.

"I didn't mean to...." I didn't know how to finish that sentence. I doubted I ever would.

Voicing it, how hard it was to be happy when I knew how Malcolm suffered, made it all too real and I didn't know how to bare it.

The war was ended, the clan was as it should be, I had my love and everything I ever wanted, I should be happy.

I was, at times, happier than I knew possible.

But then, in those highest moments, I thought of the person who'd made this all possible.

The one who suffered as if his joy was the cost for mine and my smiles would die out knowing they couldn't be joined by his.

It was a never-ending loop, a limbo state I was drifting through and I didn't know how to escape it without forsaking my closest friend.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't be," Kalem replies in a whisper trying for a smile.

"You don't have to be, Master. I understand."

Of course, he understood.

He'd also lost his best friend but it was different in so many ways.

Kalem didn't have to see Arias' agony every day, if he even felt any, that heartless bastard.

Kalem didn't have to wipe the tears away and face a future that promised nothing but pain.

Kalem, in his own way, was healing and learning to live without Arias.

I, on the other hand, couldn't heal without Malcolm doing the same.

"It'll get better."

We both knew those words weren't true but white lies were all that was keeping my hope alive, so I didn't try to deny them.

Instead, I nodded as I did every day, choosing to believe them and hoping one day they'd be true.

"They're almost here," Kalem says, his smile coming bigger this time.

"Are you ready?"

Nodding, I let my hands find his. Intertwining our fingers, I hold tight as the warmth of Kalem's magic wraps around us before he pops us to the front of the castle.

Under the assumption that I was far too fast for their eyes to track, the posted sentinels only bow their respect at our appearance while Wenquie beams like a starved newborn getting to feast.

"Right on time," his golden eyes track over us quickly.

"I thought you two would get distracted, again."

"Kalem wouldn't allow it."

Wenquie snickers as he links his arms in Kalem's.

"I would normally condone that behaviour but for today, good job."

Preening, Kalem basks in Wenquie's praise as he leans into the touch, just as he'd come to do with their friendship.

Without the ones who'd been their greatest companions, Kalem and Wenquie had grown closer in a way I would've called a curse in the past.

It was a blessing, really.

Without one another, I hated to imagine what wilted forms they may have become but together, they kept their heads above the water, they kept one another smiling.

I couldn't break that up, even if it meant I now had to face far more inappropriate questions from Kalem every single evening.

The latest of which being, 'do you want to hogtie me, master'.

The answer was obviously yes but that wasn't the point.

"Oh. Here they are."

Untying my thoughts from bondage, I face forward and settle my gaze on the incoming members of my council, along with their chosen escorts.

It hadn't been long since I'd seen their faces, yet they all looked a little different.

It wasn't physical changes as such but something under the skin that I didn't recognise until they were all settled in a line before me.

They were happy, that was it, they were happy.

"Pylen."

The four immediately bow along with all in their company.

I let my pleasure carry through the Lyrra, allowing them to straighten.

"You all look well."

"As do you, Pylen," Karios replies smoothly.

"You don't have to lie, Karios. You're already part of the council," Wenquie whispers, earning a few poorly hidden chuckles.

I ignore him and refuse to acknowledge the laugh he gets out of me as well as I look over the group.

"Welcome all and thank you for coming. I know the journey was long for many of you."

The expressions that follow said it went without saying but sharing a word of thanks never hurt anyone, Kalem taught me that.

"Let this meeting of Axand, our first quarterly meeting, begin. I hope we always meet with such warmth."

I'd chosen Axand in remembrance of Alexander, the first Pylen to join my cause and who had died for it.

It was meant to be a reminder of why we'd come together in the first place and why we always should.

We'd come such a long way but we still had further to go and with the way the Lyrra burnt amongst us, I could tell all carried that heady acknowledgement.

This was only the beginning but the future was in our hands.

"Shall we begin?"

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To-do List

Summary: Opposite schedules lead to sexual frustration and a request to add sex to the to-do list

Warnings: smut, slight domination, sex toys, daddy kink, 18+

You and JJ had been on totally opposite schedules lately. By the time you got home from work he was gone, starting his shift. If one of you had the day off, the other always seemed to have something going on that day and couldn't just relax together. It was super frustrating. You both truly missed spending quality time together. You could also tell JJ was getting frustrated sexually, fuse shorter than ever since he had been getting himself off instead of you.

Finally one Saturday you both were free and planned on spending the day together. Unfortunately there was a long list of chores and errands that had piled up over the last few weeks. You woke up early, coffee and toast in hand before setting down at the table to make a game plan to get everything done. JJ emerges from the bedroom, shorts hung low on his hips, fluffy hair sticking up randomly, rubbing his eyes as he makes his way to the coffee machine. "You alright J?" He comes to sit beside you, taking in your current outfit consisting of just one of his old t shirts and giving you a lazy smile. "I'm good baby."

He leans in for a quick kiss, letting out a groan when he sees the list of things that need done. "If you're gonna insist we do all this today can you PLEASE add sex with your very horny boyfriend to the list?" You bite back a chuckle, noticing the look of desperation on his face and the whiny tone of his voice. You glance down and notice the obvious tent in shorts and decide now is just as good a time as any to put him out of his misery. "I can do that J. How about we take care of you right now?" His baby blues light up, mood instantly lifted just knowing he's going to get his dick wet. What he doesn't know is that since he's been a whiny brat lately, you were going to take charge.

You stand up, reaching down for his hand before dragging him up and out of the chair, coffee forgotten as you lead him to your bedroom. He tries and fails to pin you to the bed, quickly giving in when you straddle his hips and slam his hands down into the mattress. "Fuck princess, make me feel good. Please." You grind your covered pussy over his length, both of you letting out moans at the friction. Normally you would tease him but you couldn't wait to sink down onto his cock either. He lifts his hips to help you yank his shorts off, tossing them behind you without a care in the world. His tip was swollen and red, already leaking and looking like he was ready to burst. "Aw J, looks like it hurts. Want me to make it feel better?" He groans at your words, blush creeping over his cheeks, embarrassed of how much he needed you right then. "Please y/n. Please fuck me."

You pull his shirt over your head, laying down on top of his chiseled body to kiss him passionately. Your tongue teases along his lower lip before diving inside his mouth. His hands make their way over your body, one tangling in your hair and the other grabbing your hips, trying to get you to rock against him again. "Bad boy. Do that again and you won't be finishing at all. Take what I give you only. Got it?" "Yes ma'am." JJ being so submissive to you turns you on even more, growing slicker between your folds. You take his length in your hand, collecting your wetness with the tip before lining him up. You can't help but whimper at the feeling of him stretching you out, body breaking out in a sweat as you sink down over each inch. His hands are fisted into the sheets, muscles tight as he resists the urge to flip you over and fuck you senseless. "So good daddy, gonna ride you now okay?" You feel his dick twitch as the word daddy leaves your mouth, knowing he loves when you call him that even if he isn't in control. He gives a tight nod, not trusting his words.

Your place your hands on his chest for leverage, raising your hips up before slamming back down. Your eyes threaten to roll backwards, knowing neither of you are going to last very long. You lean over to the nightstand, grabbing your favorite bullet vibrator. "Hold this for me daddy?" He takes it from your hand, wetting it with his tongue before placing it against your clit. You click it on with the remote and already the coil inside you is tightening. "Shit," he screws his eyes shut, biting his bottom lip and trying so hard not to cum, the vibrations mixed with your walls squeezing almost too much to handle. You start to bounce up and down, riding him as fast as your hips can take you. "Need to come baby, fuck. Plea-please, let me come inside you." "Hold it J, wait for me." You're almost there, a few thrusts later and you scream out, squirting over his stomach as your body trembles with the aftershocks. You set him off, cocking twitching inside you as his cum coats your walls. "Jesus y/n, that was amazing. Better add "wash the sheets" to the to-do list though." You throw a pillow at him playfully, both of you falling into a fit of laughter before stripping the bed to do just that.

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