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muniimyg · 6 months ago

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𐙚₊˚⊹ bbydaddy!yoongi (9) ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹

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note: sorry this update took forever !!! enj <3

there are no words that can describe how incredibly awkward you feel when you wake up.

last night—after you and yoongi crossed that unspoken line and messed around—you two ended up tangled together.

it’s strange because in between soft touches and sleepy murmurs—you actually got to know him in ways you never expected.

you recall it all.

his quiet voice filling the spaces between the darkness and your hushed breathing so you could hear every tone, every word, and every breath of his crystal clear.

yoongi told you stories and confessions that slipped out between shallow breaths. childish yet meaningful things he probably didn’t even realize he was saying.

you remember him murmuring about the way his mom used to hold his hand when he couldn’t fall asleep as a kid, or how he swore he’d never own a fish again because when he was 11 years old... he had 14 goldfishes and they all died one by one 2 weeks later.

he swears it wasn't his fault.

you tell him you believe him.

(you really do.)

he also talks about his quiet love for early mornings, how at peace he feels when he’s the only one awake in a still-sleeping world. in that half-dazed vulnerability, yoongi let you in.

just enough for you to see a side of him you hadn’t expected, a part that was softer, quieter, more open.

then, you two talked about baby injeolmi.

how you two don't really care about the gender and just want a healthy baby. so much so that you both agreed to not know the gender and to just be surprised on the day of. oh, and how you do want a baby shower and think hye mi is already plotting that...

then, you two talked about the moving in thing again.

that's when you pretended to go to sleep and actually fell asleep. yoongi only laughed at you, fully knowing that you're just nervous. you're moving in one way or another.

he knows it.

you know it...

but aside from the way the talk ended; it went well.

no, the talk wasn’t everything…

but it was something.

now, with the morning light filtering through the blinds, reality started to seep back in.

the familiar awkwardness of two people who shared more than they’d planned. you can feel his warmth beside you, his hand still loosely draped over your waist, and a twinge of nervousness fluttered in your stomach.

you glance at him, expecting him to be asleep. but then, his eyes blinked open, groggy but sharp enough to catch the slight flush in your cheeks.

still half-asleep, his voice rough as he mumbles, “hi…”

for a second, neither of you move, as if lingering in that quiet, unguarded space between sleep and reality. suddenly aware of the intimacy, he clears his throat, his gaze softening but pulling back just a bit.

you offer him a shy smile, feeling the weight of everything unsaid between you.

“a-about last night…”

he chuckles softly, rubbing a hand over his face. “yeah… last night…”

then, he pauses to gather his words.

“wait, are you talking about me yapping or me sucking your tits?”

none. you’re talking about pretending to fall asleep regardless, your shy smile breaks as you burst into laughter. he joins your laughter and sighs.

“i mean, are we gonna talk about any of it or is acknowledging it good enough for now? i don’t know if i’m awake enough for the conversation but i will be if you want to—”

“all good,” you assure him. “i don’t know where i was going with any of it. i guess i just wanted… to know if you—”

“i liked it,” he tells you, not digging any deeper. “you getting to know me, me sucking your tits—all of it.”

as promised, yoongi takes you to the baby store.

your eyes light up the minute you step foot in it. it’s then that yoongi remembers exactly who he’s having this baby with.

you and your fucking babyfever.

the baby store is a mix of pastel colors, tiny clothes, and gentle lullabies playing over the speakers. yoongi trails behind you as you wander through the aisles. one hand resting on the cart as he pushes it along, his eyes constantly flicking to you with a quiet, thoughtful focus.

though you two are pretty good at communicating—the whole physical affection part? that’s still a little wonky. for instance, every time you pause to examine something, yoongi is right there, his hand slipping gently around your waist to guide you to the next aisle or just to linger beside you. it’s so subtle that, at first, you think it’s an accident, a reflex.

but then it keeps happening.

at first, it throws you off—his casual closeness.

the way he stays so near, like a shadow. you’re not used to this kind of attention from him.. this quiet and steady affection. but strangely enough, you find that you don’t mind it. in fact, there’s something comforting about the way he stays close, attentive to your every move.

when you stop to touch a soft little onesie covered in tiny clouds, yoongi doesn’t even hesitate. he reaches over, gently taking it from your hands and adding it to the cart without a word.

you shoot him a questioning look, but he only shrugs, a small smile tugging at his lips as if to say, whatever you want.

“yoongi, you know you don’t have to buy everything i touch, right?” you remind him, glancing at the growing pile in the cart.

yoongi just chuckles, unbothered, and places his hand on your waist again as you reach the aisle full of toys. his touch is warm and grounding, making it hard to argue with him.

“you’re not carrying any of it home, so relax,” he says with a smile that’s both charming and final. “i like this shit too. they’re cute or whatever—”

then, your fingertips brush as you both reach for a soft, star-patterned onesie. he lets go first, letting you hold onto the onesie.

“this one’s cute,” you say softly, running your thumb along the fabric. then, you bite back a small smile when you realizes yoongi hasn’t moved his hand from your waist.

“yeah,” he murmurs, nodding. his voice is softer than usual, but before you can read into it, he takes the onesie and tosses it into the cart. then he grabs a few more items without asking you, each time ignoring your attempts to peek at the price tags.

“yoongi..."

"what?"

"are you serious?"

he looks at you blankly. "don't we need these things?"

you nod but give him a stern look. "yeah, but we can't buy out the whole store."

"why not?"

"first of all, that's insane... and second of all—a-are you just—"

you reach for a soft, stuffed rabbit, just curious to feel it, and—predictably—he plucks it right out of your hands, tossing it into the cart.

"you are."

"i'm what?"

"seriously?" you huff, barely holding back a grin. “you’re not even letting me decide if i want it. you're tossing it in just because i touched it.”

he remains unbothered by your protests.

“what if i just think you have good taste?” he says, glancing at you with a hint of mischief.

and with that, he gives you a gentle nudge, guiding you further down the aisle with that warm hand still resting at your side.

“are you saying that just to flatter yourself?”

“what do i have to do with this?”

“well, you’re my type and my babydaddy—”

“i’m your type?” yoongi tilts his head at you. "good to know..."

you blush, eyes wide from embarrassment. before you can make up some excuse to save face, he leans in and playfully pinches your waist.

“you're my type too, mama.”

you clear your throat and redirect the conversation.

"s-should we pick a crib?"

yoongi gestures his hand for you to lead the way.

as you begin to walk, you turn your head and send him a glare.

"... and be serious about this part, okay? this is the crib we're picking out. read the packaging and make your judgement. i'm gonna end up choosing the prettiest one that might not function as well as the ugly one... so, can i trust your taste on this?"

yoongi nods, pushing the cart with a steady, unhurried pace, his hand resting casually on the handle.

“you can trust me,” he says, his voice low and sincere.

... and so, you do.

you trust him.

when you reach the checkout, you step forward to pay but—

yoongi slips right past you.

casually handing over his card to the cashier before you even get a chance. you cross your arms and narrow your eyes at him, watching as he signs the receipt, completely unbothered.

the total is easily above $3,000.

he meets your gaze with a look that’s almost playful, his expression all wide-eyed innocence, as if he hadn’t just ignored your efforts.

"yoongi," you begin, voice firm. “we’re both injeolmi's parents, and it’s not fair for you to pay for everything. at least let me pay half—”

he doesn’t respond right away, just nods patiently, his attention focused on gathering the bags the cashier hands him. his face is calm, listening but clearly not swayed. he loads a big box containing the crib into the cart, then places the bags filled with tiny clothes, blankets, and toys right beside it, adjusting them carefully.

you press on, leaning slightly forward, hoping to get through to him.

“we’re both responsible here... i know i'm not a nurse practitioner like you, but it's not like i can’t contribute, you know—"

“i know.”

yoongi glances over his shoulder at you, his mouth quirking in the faintest smile as he stacks the last bag. he seems unbothered by your scolding, more amused than anything.

“this is my baby too and i feel uncomfortable letting you do this much—”

finally, he turns to you, reaching out to brush a stray lock of hair back from your cheek in a gesture so casual it nearly makes you forget your own irritation.

“do what? provide?”

you're tongue tied.

“all done? feel better, mama?” he asks, his tone light, but his eyes sparkle with a hint of mischief. “if not, go ahead. say what you want. say what you need to say. i’m listening.”

you let out a small huff, crossing your arms more tightly, trying to stay serious.

“you’re not paying for everything, yoongi.”

he raises one eyebrow, his expression softening but still unwavering.

“i am. i did.” he shrugs, nonchalantly. it feels like he’s teasing you even though he isn’t. “___, i’m all done with this topic now. are you?”

“no, actually, i—” you start, feeling your frustration build.

“great,” he interrupts, his smile spreading into a grin that makes your heart skip.

he reaches down, taking your hand in his, his grip gentle yet firm, and begins to guide you toward the exit, leaving you no room to protest.

his thumb rubs lightly over your knuckles as he holds your hand, a grounding gesture that calms you, even as he completely ignores your point.

“let’s go home,” he says softly, his voice warm, as though it’s the simplest decision in the world.

home.

following yoongi inside his condo, the familiar sight of his place tugging at something inside you.

it’s been a while since you’ve been here. the memories of that night still linger like a quiet hum in the back of your mind, but you push them aside.

focus on the present.

focus on the baby.

he leads you through the hallways, and you try to ignore the way your pulse quickens as you walk past his bedroom. you know it’s silly—nothing’s changed here. but still, the weight of the space feels different, heavier now. maybe it’s because this time, you’re here for something else.

this time, it’s about the baby.

and the fact that you’ll be moving in soon… fuck, your mind begins to spin.

then, yoongi stops in front of a door, his hand resting lightly on the handle. he opens it slowly, stepping aside to let you in.

“this is the guest room,” he says, but you can tell he’s hesitating, like he’s waiting for your reaction. “soon to be baby injeolmi’s room…”

you step inside, your gaze instantly drawn to the empty space. it’s clean, quiet, the pale walls untouched by time or use. the sunlight pours in from the window, making the room feel warmer, but it’s still just a room.

there’s nothing personal about it.

nothing that belongs to anyone yet.

but you can already picture it—nursery furniture, soft colors, the quiet hum of a baby’s lullaby filling the air. you glance back at him, noting the careful expression on his face. he’s watching you, waiting for your approval. waiting for your thoughts, even if you’re not sure what to say. you wonder if he’s nervous too, if this feels as strange to him as it does to you.

for a moment, your mind drifts to that night—the night everything changed.

the night you slept together.

the night you felt something more than just friendship between you two. the way his touch felt, the way his lips lingered on yours, and how quickly it all faded into the awkward silence the next morning.

"i also made space for your things in my room. i'm not finished clearing out my all shit but i will be by next week. does that sound okay?"

"huh?" you blink. "n-next week?"

yoongi nods.

"i think i gave you enough time to think things over... and don't act like this is a surprise. i brought it up last night. you pretended to sleep."

your eyes widen.

"i—"

"move in with me next week," yoongi says. "... you can pretend to sleep mid conversation in my bed from now on."

by an hour and half in, you and yoongi have filled the space with scattered remnants of baby gear—boxes, parts of cribs, and the disassembled pieces of a changing table. they all lay haphazardly across the floor.

it’s oddly comforting.

the clutter somehow feels like a soft reminder of the chaos and excitement that’s about to come.

yoongi is kneeling on the floor, tools in hand, as he begins to assemble the crib, the sound of metal and wood clicking together filling the otherwise quiet room.

you lean against the doorway, arms crossed, watching him work with a careful, focused precision. his brow is furrowed, his jaw clenched as he concentrates on each piece. his sleeves are rolled up, revealing forearms that make it hard to focus on anything else. you swallow, not bothering to hide the way your eyes drift to the muscle in his arms as he works.

and then, almost instinctively, he looks up at you, his gaze meeting yours as if he can feel your eyes on him.

“baby injeolmi’s clothes need to be washed,” he says, his voice low but firm, his hands already reaching for another tool. “you want to do this 50/50? fine. but i don’t want you getting hurt.”

you push off the doorframe, rolling your eyes as you walk toward him, crossing your arms over your chest.

you’re not used to him treating you like you’re made of glass, but you get where he’s coming from. still, it doesn’t sit well with you.

“i’m pregnant but i’m not fragile,” you argue. “i can help you with the crib—“

he doesn’t budge, his jaw tightening as he focuses on the task at hand.

“humor me then,” he says, his tone patient, but there’s an underlying edge of stubbornness that makes it clear this isn’t up for debate.

you’re about to argue further, but the way he’s working—so effortlessly, so damn focused—has you momentarily silent. the way his arms flex as he screws the pieces together, the tension in his shoulders, the occasional glance up to check in on you—it all just feels so... domestic, and so right in this moment.

you step back a little, your breath catching as you take in the scene. yoongi, with his sleeves pushed up, lost in his work, looks so different from the guy you met—still him, but somehow more.

more... grounded. more steady.

your gaze lingers, unable to pull away.

your cheeks heat, a strange flutter in your chest as you realize you’ve been staring too long. When Yoongi catches your eye, his expression unreadable for a split second, you scramble to regain your composure.

“i’ll, uh…” you quickly clear your throat, suddenly feeling the weight of the moment. “i’ll get started on baby’s laundry. do you have clothes that need to be washed too? i can do a load—i mean… fuck—y-you know what? how about i make us some lunch first? yeah. i’ll do that.” you say, quickly backing away before your feelings get the best of you.

your steps are hurried as you leave the room, but you can still feel the heat in your face, the warmth of his gaze following you as you retreat.

yet, the image of him—focused, strong, and all yours—lingers, and you can’t help but smile to yourself as you step into the kitchen.

in the kitchen, you decide to keep it simple yet comforting.

something easy to share, nothing too fancy. you settle on making caprese chicken sandwiches with a side of fresh fruit and chips.

you finish grilling the chicken and layer it on the toasted ciabatta. you add slices of fresh mozzarella, letting it melt slightly, then pile on thick tomato slices and fresh basil leaves. a drizzle of balsamic glaze finishes it off before you top it with the other half of the bread, pressing it together gently when yoongi walks in.

without a word, he leans against the counter beside you, his presence as familiar as the scent of the meal. he doesn’t wait for you to finish; instead, he picks up a melon slice and takes a bite.

“can’t you wait two seconds?” you laugh, nudging him playfully with your elbow.

yoongi just grins, completely unbothered. he takes another bite.

“fruit always taste better when moms cut them,” he says, his voice teasing but laced with that quiet sincerity of his. “oh, should i say milf? or is that jungkook’s line?”

you roll your eyes but can’t help the smile tugging at your lips.

the way he stands there, so effortlessly himself, makes your chest tighten in a way you didn’t expect. he’s always been like this—comfortable, confident, and somehow, when he’s this close, it feels like everything else fades away.

as he pulls away, you notice a small smudge of melon juice on the corner of his lips. without thinking, you reach up to wipe it away, your thumb brushing softly against his skin. the movement feels natural, almost automatic, but something about the intimacy of it makes your heart flutter. you don’t hesitate, bringing your thumb to your mouth to clean it off.

“mhmm,” you moan. “tastes sweet.”

then, the moment freezes.

yoongi stares at you, eyes wide, as if he’s seeing you for the first time, like the simple action has somehow shifted everything. the air between you thickens, and suddenly, it feels like there’s more than just the space in the kitchen separating you.

you stand still, unsure of what to do next.

your eyes lock, and in that second, something unspoken passes between you. it’s not just the closeness or the warmth of the kitchen—it’s a pull, an undeniable magnetism that makes your chest tighten and your breath catch.

yoongi’s gaze drops to your lips, and you can feel the tension, the quiet yearning between you both. his hand twitches slightly at his side, like he wants to reach for you, but he’s holding back, waiting for you to make the first move.

and just as you’re about to lean in, your belly gives a sudden flutter.

you gasp, your eyes widening in surprise, and instinctively, you reach for his hand, pressing it gently to your belly.

“oh my god.”

“what?”

“yoongi… i think… here—”

you hold your breath, waiting, and then—

there it is again.

a small, unmistakable kick.

yoongi’s eyes light up with awe, his fingers curling slightly around your hand as he feels it, a slow smile spreading across his face. he doesn’t say anything at first, just stands there, his eyes fixed on your stomach, filled with wonder and something deeper that you can’t quite place.

you squeeze his hand, feeling the weight of the moment settle around you both.

“did you feel that?” you whisper, a smile tugging at your lips.

yoongi looks up at you, his eyes softer now, holding something deeper than the simple wonder of the moment.

the air around you two has shifted into something more intimate. then, his gaze flickers to your face, his heart fluttering in his chest as he steps a little closer, his thumb gently brushing over your hand.

… and as he looks into your eyes, his pulse quickens.

it’s not just the baby’s kick he feels—it’s this quiet, undeniable pull between you two. his chest tightens with the weight of it, and for a moment; this is everything to him.

everything.

he gulps as he soaks in your presence and sinks into the idea feeling of love beginning. then, slowly and then all at once; he accepts it.

“yeah,” yoongi says, tone warm and ever so sure. “i feel it.”

as you look up to meet his eyes, yoongi’s lips tug into a smile. dipping his head low, he kisses you.

#bts smau #bts fanfic #yoongi dilf #yoongi dad au #yoongi x yn #yoongi x reader #yoongi scenario #yoongi fluff

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madwomansapologist · 8 months ago

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──────〃✰ kinktober 2024 ୨ৎ

welcome to my first kinktober! bellow you'll find prompts i've come up with + one that was commented on a post i made about this very same subject.

if you want to be tagged, tell me! i update this post everytime i finish one of the prompts with some details.

୨ৎ WEEK 1: LET'S PLAY PRETEND ୨ৎ

OCT 1ST strip poker with sir crocodile

title: poker face synopsis: luckily, mr. zero didn't knew you were a mugiwara. luckily, mr. zero fell for your bluffs. unfortunately, you never imagined it would be that hard to not fall for crocodile's charm. [3.1K] cw: mugiwara!fem!reader, strip poker, strip tease, public sex, cock crush, nipple stimulation, size difference, fingering (f!receiving), riding, biting, scratching, finger sucking, p in v, creampie, possessive behavior, mob boss meets a baddie, pussy so good he wonders about marriage.

OCT 3TH somnophilia with kento nanami

title: sweet dreams synopsis: watching the man you love deny himself of his needs, you take matters into your own hands. or lips, to be more precise. [1.5K] cw: established relationship, service top!reader, somnophilia, body worship, nipple stimulation, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), choking (gn!receiving), hair pulling, overstimulation.

OCT 5TH incest with karlach

title: a small favor synopsis: a movie night turned into you being a good girl for your older sister. if only she had warned you of what it truly meant. [1.1K] cw: t!karlach, plus size!reader, incest, lil sis/big sis, dub con, gaslighting, obssessive behavior, apologetic, spit, dry humping, pussyjob, premature ejaculation.

୨ৎ WEEK 2: MONSTERS AND LESBIANS DESERVE LOVE TOO ୨ৎ

OCT 6TH monster fucking with multiple monsters

title: haunted bang synopsis: when you decided to explored a haunted mansion, all you wanted was to gain more knowledge for your grimoire. you never expected it to be habited, even less for all the residents to agree that sharing is caring. [2.4K] cw: wizard!reader, teratophilia, monster fucking, gangbang, voyeurism, size difference, manhandling, mind connection, scent kink, oral (females!receiving), pet play, pussy drunk, overstimulation, you know that post about "would you fuck your clone?", f in v, monsters included are a eldritch creature, a werewolf, a vampire and a shapeshifter.

OCT 8TH shower sex with namivivi

title: let it sink in synopsis: the fight was over, the war was done, but the tension was still there. watching the princess falling victim of her own mind, the navigator has to intervene. [1K] cw: established relationship, insecurity, a bit of hurt and a lot of comfort, this isn't sex it's love okay i'm sensitive about them, shower sex, masturbation.

OCT 10TH scent kink with farcille

title: animal attraction synopsis: back from the dead, falin could feel something changing inside of her. but with marcille's scent blinding her mind, she ignored the dragon and focused on the warmth coming from her friend. [0.8K] cw: the night pre-chimera, scent kink (in a dragon’s mate way), nipple stimulation, a tiny small bit of somnophilia, erotic dreams, public sex.

OCT 12TH masturbation with nico robin

title: a helping hand synopsis: there is an aspect of sailing in the grand line you failed to consider: there is no one to fuck. of course, that's only true if you ignore your crew as candidates. [0.5K] cw: sorry for the delay! reader has a little crush on luffy, masturbation, accidental orgasm denial, accidental/non-accidental voyeurism.

୨ৎ WEEK 3: REWARD SYSTEM ୨ৎ

OCT 13TH praise kink with kagaya x reader x amane

title: pretty, pretty, pretty synopsis: back from a mission, is time to remember your lovers you will always be there to take care of their every needs and desires. [1.1K] cw: sorry for the delay! established relationship, kagaya x reader x amane, dom!fem!reader, praise kink, voyeurism, masturbation (f! and m! receiving), body worship, oral (m!receiving).

OCT 15TH bondage with dark justiciar shadowheart

title: sing your prayers synopsis: to worship lady shar, one must be perfect. shadowheart will guide you, make you the best you can ever be. don't matter the cost, her teachings shall find a way into your very soul. [1K] cw: fem!reader, bard!tav, domme!shadowheart, power imbalance, memory loss, bondage, humilliation kink, temperature play, gaslighting, dacryphilia, religious imagery, Shar vs Selune.

OCT 17TH corruption kink with shan yu

title: training session synopsis: you're tired of being treated like a glass about to be shattered. if he will have you whole, than it's only fair you receive the same. [1.3K] cw: established relationship, corruption kink, finger sucking, masturbation (m!receiving), oral (m!receiving), cum eating.

୨ৎ WEEK 4: ANIME SEASON ୨ৎ

OCT 24TH sex pollen with kyojuro rengoku

title: milk me synopsis: usually demons' poisons just kill whoever was affected by them. this time, it served for something else. something way better. [2.1K] cw: established relationship, eye patch!kyojuro, crystal hashira!reader, sex pollen, public sex, pussy drunk, forced orgasms, overstimulation, oral (f!receiving), fingering (f!receiving), p in v, dacryphilia, spit, nipple stimulation, accidental voyeurism (we'll say: sorry miss shinobu).

୨ৎ WEEK 5: LOVE, LOVE, LOVE ୨ৎ

OCT 27TH exhibitionism kink with ryomen sukuna

title: mine synopsis: watching the man you love deny himself of his needs, you take matters into your own hands. or lips, to be more precise. [0.5K] cw: established relationship, toxic couple (only towards others), exhibitionism, public sex, cockwarming.

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#madwomansapologist #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #sir crocodile x reader #one piece x reader #nami x reader #shadowheart x reader #karlach x reader #bg3 x reader #falin x marcille #farcille #ryomen sukuna x reader #kento nanami x reader #kagaya ubuyashiki x reader #kyojuro rengoku x reader #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #demon slayer x reader #namivivi

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revelboo · 1 month ago

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Sorry if I already sent you that question, my WiFi sucks.

Hiii, how are you? I wanted to know if there are any updates on TFA Shockwave or maybe TFP Shockwave? I really love your writing and have almost read all your fics.

He is overdue…

Point Of Extinction Pt 16

TFP Shockwave x Reader

• You’re not sure what you expected, but for him to be more unsettling definitely wasn’t it. Had honestly thought that giving in might mellow him out, instead of whatever this is. Just staring at you, antenna back watching you try to clean yourself up with a damp rag. Still not sure what to make of his conviction to take care of you, including sexually. Though making the huge mech whine while you rode him? Apparently you have a thing for that. Flustered you glance at him and he’s still staring. “Thirteen’s body temperature is elevated,” he says, head tipping. Not about to admit that you get a little kick from dominating him or that you’re thinking about sex. Again.

• “Is it?” You mutter, rinsing the cloth he’d given you after you’d asked and then sliding it between your thighs. Cleaning away his release and it bothers him. Rumbling softly, he reaches to carefully catch your wrist, momentarily unsettled by how small your arm is in his grip. Aware that he could break you without meaning to. “What?” That you’re helpless to stop him. And that shivery sensation that can’t be fear slips through him, remembering being helpless.

• Servos curled loosely around your wrist, he’s just staring at his hand on you. Rocking forward slightly as his antenna flick. Absolutely not, he’s not having one of his moments with his big hands on you. Heart racing, you go up on tip toe. Can’t reach his face even with him mass displaced he’s so big, but you pat against his chassis until his optic brightens and he looks at you. Actually seeing you before his attention dips to the apex of your thighs. “My nanites are only effective if they remain inside,” he growls, letting go of your wrist to cup you. And your brain blanks. Nanites?

• Pressing a servo inside you to keep you from washing away all of his release, you squirm. “I’m sorry. What?” You ask and he hooks an arm around you, cradling you against his chassis, his palm firmly between your thighs. Can always replenish his nanites, give you more, and that’s an unexpectedly desirable thought. “What nanites?” Can fill you again and stay inside you to make sure his release stays where it should be this time. Give his nanites time to work.

• Ignoring your question, he just makes a rough rumbling engine sound suspiciously like a purr. And you’re not letting this go, nanites sounds like weird sci-fi stuff and that crap goes right over your head. “How soon until you are amenable to being pleasured again?” Such a sweet talker, nose wrinkling at him as the servos of the hand cupping you to make sure you don’t wipe away anymore of his alien slick stroke you, you can’t let him distract you with sex, not when you have questions and he’s going to answer them. And that servo inside you is petting, coaxing your tired body despite your resolve and the fact that you’re still sore. Still slick with the last rounds. “I wish to pleasure you now.”

#transformers x reader #shockwave x reader #tfp shockwave

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improbable-outset · 1 year ago

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📄 𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲

Miguel O’Hara x Fem!Reader

𝐀𝐎3 | 𝐌𝐲 𝐖𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭𝐬 | 𝐒𝐩𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐒𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐇𝐮𝐬𝐛𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.9k

𝐓𝐖 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐖: Married couple, Unprotected sex, SMUT, kissing, vaginal fingering, brief cum eating, tit sucking, giving Miguel a hand job while he explains the male anatomy 🫡 brief praises, body worship, eventual breeding kink, mentions of contraceptive pills, couple role play(?)

𝐀/𝐍: Is it me or has tumblr updated and it’s harder to use now?? Like I can’t move images like I used to?! Anyways this is inspired by my old mutuals fic (Salty if you see this, hey bestie!! That Doc fic examining player still lives rent free in my head!) Anyways, enjoy!!

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲: In an effort to make amends for neglecting Miguel, you dedicate a night to spend quality time together. However, Miguel has other ideas to make the evening unforgettable— using science.

Your joints clicked as you stood up from your work chair. You’ve finally finished your project that you’ve been putting your blood, sweat and tears into and sacrificed your sleeping schedule to complete.

Your body felt stiff and heavy from sitting in one place for so long. The apartment was quiet as expected to be at this late hour, amplifying the creaks of your joints.

You switched off the monitor before you left your office and plodded upstairs to the bedroom with heavy steps and slouching shoulders.

You found Miguel in the bedroom, engrossed in tinkering with his watch with only his sweatpants on and no shirt.

His eyes crinkled up as he sensed your presence. “There she is…”

You didn’t feel like you deserved his acknowledgment, let alone his affection, especially the way you’ve neglected him for your work the past few days.

He didn’t expect you to say anything back but he felt the weight of your solemn expression, “¿Estás bien?

You shake your head mutely in response, guilt washing over you. He stepped closer, closing the distance with a gentle stride. “Talk to me, what’s wrong?”

Your mouth was dry from the lack of fluids you’ve been avoiding, making your voice slightly hoarse “I’m sorry, I’ve been pushing you away.”

He lowered himself and held your chin with his thumb to tilt your head up so you would look at him. The gesture made your heart ache.

“Is that why you’re upset? You know I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always come back to you mi alma,” he murmured.

Even if he did lower himself to be level with you, he still felt bigger. It made you feel protected, the way he towered over you with his large frame.

The holographic lamp illuminated the room, casting a gentle glow. With its subtle lighting you could see the crimson gleam from Miguel’s eyes, which melted the weight of your stress from the past few days and the newfound guilt.

You were glad the main light wasn’t on to flood the room with its sickening bright glow that would scream at you — your eyes needed a rest from the screen and the absence of flood lights gave that comfort you needed.

He leaned in to kiss you and you tiptoed to deepen the kiss. It felt refreshing, feeling his lips again— almost like an anchor that kept you grounded.

You wrapped your arms around his neck while he wrapped his around your waist. His tongue teased your lips before slipping in, tasting you and you let him take his fill of you before pulling away.

“Miguel…” you breathed, hesitant to break the peace in the room.

“How about we shift our focus on a different kind of study.” He suggested. There was a lighthearted undertone in his sentence that you tried to articulate.

You cocked your brow inquisitively until you remembered Miguel’s background in the science field. “Study? As in science?”

“Science is such a broad term. Let’s start with biology and anatomy,”

You heart stuttered in both anticipation and excitement along with your core already throbbing. You could already sense where this was going as soon as you heard anatomy. The atmosphere felt charged guided by the intimate spirit of Miguel’s proposal.

He lifted you up before gently placing you on the bed.

Being a skilled geneticist, Miguel seized every opportunity to share random biology facts, particularly in the most unexpected moments with you.

It was one of the many things you found attractive about him, especially seeing him being so engrossed in explaining things to you in a way you would understand. It made the complexities of biology feel like an intimate and shared journey.

But you’ve never seen him act like this before sex. Perhaps he was trying something new to keep the spark alive.

“How about we remove your clothes.” His hands hiked up beneath your shirt as he spoke.

“Is this part of the biology teaching?” You asked.

“Let’s just say it’s part of the more practical application.” He removed your shirt and your pants, leaving you in your panties and bra. “And you’re the specimen.”

You were amused with where this was going, seeing Miguel’s professional act starting to surface. A scientist eager to teach (and please).

You felt him run his hand over your neck. Spots of goosebumps rose on your skin from the cool air in the room.

“Your skin is so soft…” He murmured into your sensitive skin, making you shiver.

Another advantage of being married to a geneticist was that Miguel knew all the sensitive areas on the body and what made you tick. Even before you did anything together, he was aware of all the areas that could arouse a woman.

His lips grazed over your collarbone, trailing down to where it meets the shoulders.

“The collarbone is connected to your shoulders by the supraclavicular ligament,” he explained softly. He kissed the soft skin around the area.

“Suprac—clavic—ular ligament—” Each syllable accelerated in pitch as you tried to repeat after him.

His hand reached behind your back to unclip your bra before slipping them off, one strap at a time.

Your breasts were now fully exposed and he reached over and cupped one with his large hands.

“The breasts are a collection of organs that play an important role in the reproduction of human females, amor. They are key to producing milk,” He kissed along your chest until he reached the valley between the two breasts.

“They also serve to attract a sexual partner…which seems to be working on us.”

You didn’t expect him to lick the skin where his lips hovered over between your breasts. You shuddered in shock until he pulled away to look up at you again.

“They’re also erogenous zones, making them more sensitive to simulations. Would you like me to demonstrate?” You nodded in response.

You managed to catch the corner of his lips curve up in amusement, even if he made a concerted effort to conceal how turned on he was right now.

He wore the familiar analytical veneer he always carried when he was working in the lab, except this time you could see his excitement babbling beneath the surface.

He dipped his head until his mouth latched onto one of your breasts. Despite knowing this was going to happen, you couldn’t help the surprise whimper that slipped from your mouth.

His tongue lapped over your hardened nipple while his other hand still fondled with your other breast. You groaned out from his touches, running one of your hands over the locks of his hair.

It was flattering, seeing Miguel soaking in everything from you, even when you felt like you had little to offer. Miguel seemed to never get enough of you and to this day, your heart still leaped out of you chest with him around.

He released your nipples and you were met with hooded crimson eyes, dazed and awestrucked. You couldn’t stop your shoulders from bunching together in shyness at him.

He moneuvered you so you were laying your back on the bed. Two broad arms rested besides you on the bed with his abs displayed over you.

“Between the legs are the female reproductive system, we’ll be focusing on the labia minora and the labia majora for this lesson,”

He pulled your panties down, revealing your wetness between your thighs.

A sudden rush of cold air brushed against your folds, making you more wet and exposed. His hand reached over, extending out of your line of sight until his fingers were lightly stroking around the delicate flesh.

“The labia minora is a set of two fleshy folds that form around the inner portion of the labia majora. They are positioned around the vaginal opening to protect the urethra and…”

You gasped when you felt one of his fingers slip into your slick cunt before slowly moving in and out of you.

“…and the vagina.”

His sentence was finished off with the soft sounds of your slick from his fingers along with your breathy moans. Your walls fluttered around his finger while he slipped in another digit in, prompting you to grip onto the sheets tightly.

He moved to your ear and spoke in a lowered tone, his breath brushing against your earlobe. “Do you remember which hormones are released when a person is aroused?”

He rubbed his thumb over your swollen clit while watching you fall apart from his touches. You couldn’t fully process the question in your head, let alone form a coherent response.

“God— Miguel-!” You babbled out.

“Come on amor, I know you know the answer,” he coaxed, having the audacity to continue teasing your cunt with his fingers.

He was going to keep teasing until he got an answer from you. You wouldn’t be surprised if he refused to let you come too until you responded to him with the right answer.

“O-oxytocin and…hm-m…serotonin?” Your words came staggered and breathless. You were fighting the urge to rock your hips further to ride on his finger but you knew better not to push your luck. This was for science after all.

“Such a smart wife. Are you feeling it, amor? The euphoric feeling and the release of the hormones throughout your body?” Miguel was still near your ear as he asked.

You were so drawn into bliss, you almost forgot about the whole biology lesson and the practical demonstration.

You could tell that watching how responsive you were to his touches excited him, especially if it included him talking about what he knew best.

He withdrew his his hands away and curved his finger so none of your slick slipped away. He spread his fingers apart, watching the string of your fluids clinging onto the pads of his fingers.

You felt your face heat up in astonishment, you’ve never seen yourself leak that much before.

You weren’t surprised to see him stick his fingers in his mouth to clean himself up. He ate you out before so this was nothing new to him.

Once he was satisfied, he manoeuvred himself to remove his pants along with his boxers, freeing his aching cock. Despite the low lighting, you could still see it throbbing and the veins lining on the skin.

You sat up enough so you could reach to his cock. You wrapped your hand around his length, earning a low groan from him. “Since we covered the female, do you wanna walk me through the male anatomy now?”

You swiped your thumb over the tip where his pre-cum was leaking from. You were purposefully tormenting him now.

“You’re unbelievable,” he grunted, but you could clearly see he couldn’t stop the grin tugging on his lips.

“Come on Mig, do it for biology,”

You started stroking his length, making sure you touched every part of his skin from the base to the tip.

His breathing became shallow with low whimpers stringing out but he tried to compose himself before he spoke.

“The penis and the testicles both….have a lot of blood flow to them but— hmm.. the main purpose of the testicles is to produce testosterone and—” He couldn’t help the low moan that came out when he felt you increase your pace, but he was still determined to finish.

“Go on…” you prodded.

“…produce testosterone and sperm cells…dios— the penis….the penis is the biggest part of the male anatomy. It allows urination, ejaculation or urine and semen, shit! It also helps the male with erection-!” He finished off the last sentence in one shaky breath. Your hand came to a halt around his tip.

“Thanks for the clarification…” You released his dick swiftly, satisfied by his explanation.

After catching his breath and recomposing himself, Miguel positioned himself so his dick was near your opening. His tip nuzzled against your folds with you silky walls clenching desperately onto nothingness.

You were ready for him, even your clit was throbbing in anticipation, and there was nothing you wanted more than to have him inside you right now.

“Now that we’ve completed the preliminary, I think we should come to the conclusion,” he said.

You couldn’t help the breathy giggles from your lips. He was really immersing himself in the role, playing the part of a tutor with dedication and charm.

He pushed himself inside of you. You haven’t done anything in a while so you had to allow yourself to readjust to his length again.

You fleshy walls struggled to open up but eventually you did accomodate to his size, feeling the familiarity of him.

Once he was all the way in, he came to a halt. Feeling yourself stretch out for him was dizzying. But sudden realisation hit you.

“Miguel, I might be on my fertility window…” you interjected, a tinge of nervousness in your voice.

While you and Miguel have discussed growing a family together in the past, the timing never felt right, and you weren’t ready for the responsibility of motherhood yet.

You’ve been taking birth control pills for your peace of mind. However, with the onset of your work project, you’ve stopped taking the pills and your body was still adjusting to the withdrawal— including your accelerated libido.

Miguel’s face didn’t falter but you could practically see the gears turning in his head from your statement. Everything felt more apparent, especially now with his dick buried inside of you.

“What are you trying to tell me, amor?” You could feel his cock twitching in anticipation inside of you and touching your cervix, almost making you lose your bearing.

“I’m off the pills Miguel. So there’s a chance that I might get knocked up after this…but it is part of biology, right?”

You ran your hands over his broad chest and he closed his eyes, leaning into your touch before resting his forehead on yours.

“You wanna be a mami?” He asked, assuring full clarity and consent from you.

Miguel, a devoted lover, would do anything to make you happy and would give you a family if that’s what you wished for. You nodded and that’s when you knew, he was ready for fatherhood too.

Your hands now wrapped around his naps, fingers lacing together. His gaze dropping to where you bodies joined.

He dragged himself out, feeling the suction from your walls, before snapping his hips back in again. The friction against your walls forced a whine out of you.

He began rolling his hips repeatedly against you in a steady rhythm, each slap ending in a jolt of overwhelming ecstasy. Your fingers were losing their grip around his neck and your hands slipped, with your nails now pressing onto his back.

Your mind and senses started to evaporate and all you could think of right now was chasing your high and Miguel filling you up with his cum, staining you and finally getting you pregnant.

You wanted to feel him for weeks, feel how much he stretched you and filled you. Your nails were digging further into his back as he thrusted deeper into you, hitting your cervix with each snap of his hips.

“Gimme a baby, Mig.” You moaned out, the mere throughly of him breeding you drove you insane. You needed his fill, you needed him to knock you up.

“Sí amor, I’ll give you as many babies as you want,”

His thrusts became more sporadic and you sensed he was lost in a haze too. A few strands of his hair stuck to the moisture that developed on his forehead. You were sinking further into the sheets, taking in everything he was giving you.

The room filled with the bed creaking in protest and the slap of his hips into yours. Soon, his pace became sloppy and uneven.

You watched the familiar trence of your husband’s climax unfold. You always felt a sense of pride knowing that only you could see him so scattered outside the composed and stoic demeanor that everyone else was used to.

His brows furrowed in full concentration and his words came out messy and slurred along with strings of your name.

He finished off with his cum pulsating inside of you in thick loads. He didn’t pull his his hips back until both balls were drenched into you. You felt your walls clenched from the withdrawal as he pulled out.

Immediately, Miguel grabbed one of the pillows and positioned it beneath you, elevating your rear.

“Keep it in there,” he instructed. He didn’t want any of his cum to go to waste and leak out.

He starts to massage your thighs to sooth any aches you were feeling. You mind drifted back to the birth control pill that you still kept in the cabinet. There was still another box left, yet you knew that you weren’t planning to take them anymore.

You mentally reminded yourself to dispose them in the morning. You looked up at Miguel again, who was still massaging your thighs.

You sighed. “You know there’s a chance I might not get pregnant the first time…”

In that moment, vulnerability wrapped around your words which connected the both of you in shared acknowledgment.

You let your mind wandered about finally getting pregnant, with Miguel praising you and kissing your swollen belly. You imagined all the appointments you’d have to attend to, leading up to the day of your baby’s arrival.

“So, does that mean we’ll be having more biology classes?” Miguel stopped massaging and spread you legs again to display your slick core.

“I think so…how about another round?”

He leaned into kiss your forehead. “I’m down if you are.”

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Part 2

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suprababka · 2 months ago

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hellooo~! I’m the same anon who req the Zombieman txt hcs earlier and LOVED it ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ soo I have another req and it’s Zombieman + nsfw hcs if you don’t mind 😇

I love all ur opm work ✨

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General NSFW headcanons

T/W: NSWF content! Minors, do NOT interact!!!🔞🔞🔞 (also me: *writes for Metal Bat*... but he's at least 17... right?)

A/N: the moment you all have been waiting for, huh?😏 Well, me too :D

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Prepare for possible OOC!

(Sorry if there are any mistakes!)

And, most importantly, enjoy!!!

(I actually believe he's asexual, but let's ignore this all together)

(can't have Saitama stans disappointed, can I?)

You'll be the first to initiate anything sexual (as always)

And it's likely that you'd take the lead most of the time

'Cause, firstly, Saitama is lazy

Secondly, why should he be a dom when he can just lay with you on top of him and just watch how your tits jiggle and feel your ass slapping against him?

(and of course to subconsciously dig his fingers into your butt cheeks)

Thirdly, he's low-key afraid that he can get lost in the moment and lose all his restraint, leading to hurting you (if he takes the lead)

Saitama is not vocal, by the way

Maximum what you can hear are his rear grunts

Oh, and of course he will have his usual unperturbed face

Like seriously, even when he comes he doesn't even blink

Speaking of his cum, it springs out of his cock like streams of water from water gun

Not in one "shot", but in like three ones with a measured periodicity

It actually tastes not bad

By the way, Saitama likes to cover your boobs with his sperm

He freaking loves your breasts

(this dude literally has an Oppai hoodie, remember💀)

And when it comes to sex, your boyfriend LOVES to grab, squeeze and suck on your tits

If you're flat, he still likes to pinch your nipples and bite them

Saitama also likes to wrap your boobies around his cock and rub it between them

Bonus points if you kiss or lick his tip

Speaking of which, I think he isn't into oral sex

Not receiving nor giving

Buuuuuuut fingerfucking you is something that he can go with

And let me tell you, he is good at this

Not because Saitama knows your sensitive spots or something like that, but because the speed and intensity of his touch sends you over the moon in a rather shot time

It makes him feel glad that he can use his strength not only in fights with monsters

Almost nothing arouses Saitama

Not seducing poses, sexy outfits or lingerie, dirty talk, etc.

Nothing... except for you touch

Trace your fingers along his muscular back, and he's done for

(make sure that you're at home because Saitama isn't a fan of public sex... but if you rile him up outdoors, he'll wait until you get back home where he can his way with you)

Fun fact: your boyfriend suddenly feels a need to get off now and then when you're not around and you two didn't have sex for a while, so he buys a few porn magazines and jerks off in the toilet

(but it doesn't bring him much pleasure)

I know I said that Saitama prefers to be submissive, but I still don't deny that he sometimes likes to take the lead too

Usually, it happens when your playful banter turns into a hot make out, which leads to… your boyfriend roughly pounding into you

Or when you just ask him to be on top🤷‍♀️

He'll take it slow and gently, not wanting to hurt you, in first times he's dom

Later, you both find the speed and intensity of his thrusts that are comfortable for both of you

Gladly, Saitama gets a hang of controlling his strength

(though, there are some "incidents" when your bed or whatever you were having sex on end up breaking)

Be assured that you have one, but a long and rough round with your boyfriend

And believe me, you'll be too worn out to go on another one

As for aftercare, well, Saitama definitely wants to just lay together and do nothing except for cuddling

If you insist on cleaning up, he'll hesitantly comply

Even though he's lazy, your boyfriend takes care of you should you ask him

Feeling too tired to even walk? He'll carry you in his arms and even wash you

Want something to drink or eat? Saitama will bring you what you're asking for

Just give him five more minutes to lay... and don't expect him to complete your requests without being a little bit grumpy

After all, all he wants is to relax on the bed (and eventually fall asleep) with you by his side

(also, Saitama seems to be a type of guy who likes morning sex... and anal too)

Genos knows that sex is an essential part in relationships

What he doesn't know is how he should bring this topic up

People on the Internet say that they would indulge in lustful activities on the first day of their relationship, or it'd take them one year and even more to get intimate with their partner

The most important part is that your pair has to feel comfortable

And that's the problem

Your boyfriend is not lustful, so he for sure won't pressure you

But he also understands that you're likely to feel sexual attraction for him

So he settles with just waiting for you to make the first move

If you're not the one to initiate anything, he'll wait about six months and ask you if you're ready or not

It's canon that Genos doesn't have a dick

So your first times consisted of your boyfriend fingering you or performing cunnilingus

And, oh god, does he make an excellent job of making sure you're satisfied

You have to cum at least three times

Only after that, Genos lets you relax

Yeah, he kinda likes to overstimulate you

Even though you're more than satisfied, you want more

Your man's cock, to be exact

And you'll have to explain this to him

Genos listens to you intently and, after your talk with him, instantly calls Dr. Kuseno, asking him to modulate penis for him

With that serious and stoic expression on his face

(you can't hear it, but you know that even Dr. Kuseno is taken aback, but still complies)

As their dialog goes on, Genos asks you specifying questions like

What is a preferable length for the phallus? Should it be veiny or not? What about testes? Do you want them to be full of his sperm? And what about spermatozoa? How do you feel about pubes? Would you like his cock with skin or made of other material?

And all other stuff

Embarrassing

But necessary

Days later, Genos receives his cock

But there is one nuance: your boyfriend has to wear it like strap-on

Well, this doesn't disturb you from having great sex

Being intimate with your boyfriend starts bringing you much more pleasure

However, you feel like something is missing, as if you're having one-sided sex

After a while, you realize that Genos doesn't feel anything as his dick doesn't have sensibility

When you have a talk with him, he tells you that he doesn't mind it because your pleasure is his top priority

You tell that you want him to enjoy sex as well, and Genos doesn't protest

He calls Dr. Kuseno and asks to fix the issue

After that, the real sex begins

Instead of just silently staring at you with a calculating look, your boyfriend starts slightly moaning and lavishing you with praises of how good you feel

Moreover, Genos starts being more touchy, caressing your curves

Your boyfriend is always up for experiments in bed

The same goes to kinks

He'll do whatever you want: using sex toys, talking to you dirty, blindfolding you, tying you up, stripping, cockwarming, role-playing, performing anilingus, pegging him, etc.

Idk why, but I get a feeling that he has preference for temperature play

Genos is okay with public sex btw

(if you tell him you want him, he'll stop in the middle of a street/shop/where else and bend over to your pussy)

(so you gotta stop him and lead him into a more secure place before both of you make a scene)

He won't do anything that can somehow hurt you

BDSM, whipping, spanking, choking and other stuff is a total no for him

Like I've mentioned before, Genos doesn't get horny

And this goes even after his cock gets sensitive

Hence, you gotta tell him straight away that you're in mood

What else I can say?

Your boyfriend doesn't have a favourite pose

As for the way he cums... well, he usually ejaculates in you because his sperms aren't active

(I forgot to mention that he also doesn't really like when you give him head)

(no, not because you do it badly, you're actually quite good at this)

(but because, for him, sex is all about pleasuring you)

Genos is great at aftercare

He will do anything you ask him without any complaint

Carry you in his arms and wash you, bring you some water or food, give you nice massage so you won't be sore, cuddle with you – everything you need

(erm, I've just thought… since Genos' sperm is modified, what if it can be with flavorful?)

Sex wasn't something that interested Sonic

That was until he got in a relationship with you

He starts thinking of it after a few months of dating you

In some evenings when he's alone, your boyfriend can't help but imagine how your adorable laughter would turn into soft moans and gasps, how his hands would move from caressing your sides to your more intimate parts, how his lips would explore not only your mouth, but your whole body as well...

When these thoughts appear, Sonic finds himself immediately touching himself

Oh, how he would love it if your lips were wrapped around his cock instead of his fingers

But these are only his wishes because he doesn't want you to think he's a pervert

So he doesn't come up with this topic

Until he unconsciously squeezes your ass cheek while making out with you

Which makes you slightly moan into his mouth

After that, he goes wild

Gladly, you're in mood for sex as well

Sonic loves playing with you and teasing you, but not in overbearing way

He just wants you to desire him as much as he desires you

Expect a trail of hickeys down your pussy

And especially on your inner thighs

This man is crazy about them

He grabs, squeezes, kisses, bites them and rubs his cheek against your soft flesh

Don't worry, your cunt isn't deprived of his love

Your boyfriend eats you out as if he eats a juicy peach

You're so sweet and tasty

Mostly, Sonic is the one who gives head

Why? Because he cums rather quickly when you give him a blowjob and feels embarrassed afterwards

(well, I guess he doesn't lie when he says he's fast at everything, huh?)

Your boyfriend is not rough nor too gentle while making love to you

He finds the perfect pace for both of you

And turns into whimpering and moaning mess

You just feel heavenly

By the way, he likes to take you from behind

Do you know what else he likes?

BO-NDA-GE

He's a well-trained ninja and is taught how to tie people up

(he even said so in one of OVAs)

So of course he uses his skills on you

There is something about the way how your body looks when the rope compresses you

Sonic is a switch

And this is where mommy kink enters the chat

I feel like he calls you mommy and only after that realizes what he even said

After this situation, he starts calling you that only if you're comfortable with it

(he also gets aroused when you scold him)

But no, your boyfriend doesn't let you tie him up

Nuh-uh, this is a privilege that only he can have

He lets you know that he's in the mood by giving you playful hints and looking at you with a smirk

Sonic is open to public and period sex

And he can be easily seduced should you take a provocative pose or simply wink at him

Remember I told you that he loves your thighs?

The way they fold when you sit down makes him pray to god or whoever there is for him to NOT get hard

And silly me didn't mention that he prefers to cum on your thighs as well

(or on your face if you're giving him oral)

You usually have 1-2 satisfying rounds that leave both of you trembling and panting out of pure ecstasy

Sonic holds you in his for a while and proceeds to clean you up with wet cloth

If you need water, he'll bring you it

But that's all

It's not that your boyfriend doesn't want to take care of you

But he's feeling clingy

All Sonic really wants is to just cuddle with you, burying his face in your hair and listening to your snuffling

(I didn't know where to put it, so I'll just leave this here: Sonic even records your moans so he could listen to them when you're not with)

I headcanon that Garou used to steal porn magazines from Bang or other dudes in dojo and read them on the sly when he hit puberty

He would look at models in erotic lingeries and giggle

For some reason, this made him feel like a rebel, like he was an adult

But it didn't last long as he became completely focused on his trainings

And even when he gets out of dojo, he doesn't pay attention to all seductively dressed girls

This continues, especially when he starts dating you

Other women practically disappear for him because his eyes are always on you

One day Garou accidentally walks on you changing

Even though he quickly turns around and leaves the room, he can't get the picture of you out of his mind

Something wakes up inside him

After that, he can't help but stare at your tempting lips, the way you sway your hips while going somewhere, how your boobs seem to bounce a little while you're walking

Oh, and how your butt starts looking so inviting to slap or squeeze it

Yeah, he starts feeling something that he hasn't felt for a long time

(don't get me wrong, though, you don't turn into a sex object for him)

So, how you start having sex?

The answer is quite simple: by making out

You sit on your boyfriend's lap with your arms wrapped around his neck and his hands on your hips supporting you

Then you subconsciously start grinding your folds against his thigh

And Garou instinctually helps you to do that

Both of you are too engrossed to notice what you're doing

Your moves become more intensive and soft moans begin to erupt from your mouth

Soon enough, it gets too much for you and you let go

You realize what happened when you come from high

You embarrassedly look at your boyfriend, who is staring at you with a wide smirk

(congratulations! new kink unlocked: dry humping)

And, of course, he doesn't waste an opportunity to tease you by making a "witty" remark

He takes you in his hands and carries you to the bedroom

I believe that he is rather gentle and sweet in your first times

Both because he doesn't want to somehow scare you away from him and because he's inexperienced

But he IS a fast learner, so he gets a hang of it rather quickly

If you ask him to be rougher, he will comply

Just know that he gets hella cocky

If he used to make you cum with his fingers, now he makes you work for it

Yes, honey, meet orgasm denial

You'll face it every time Garou fingers you as a foreplay

But when you finally reach your peak, he pulls out his fingers and shoves them into your mouth so you could get a taste of yourself

(and to feel your tongue around his fingers as well)

If your boyfriend used to gently support your head while you were sucking his cock, now his hands helps you take him deeper + he bucks his hips

(but he doesn't overdo it, so you don't feel uncomfortable)

(also, he is a type of guy who doesn't like his ball getting played with)

Yeah, Garou is not a big fan of eating you out because he can't fully see your face

(and come on, have you seen his fingers? I can only imagine what wonders they're capable of🥵)

He freaking loves to watch your facial expressions and see how good he makes you feel

Get acquainted with another kink: katoptronophilia or, in other words, mirror sex

Sometimes your face isn't enough for your boyfriend, and he wants to look at your body as well

He even records your sex on camera one time

He also likes to spank you

(but not hard, he hates a thought of even slightly hurting you)

Ooooh, jealousy sex with this man....

Garou makes sure that you remember you're his and his alone

He skips foreplay by roughly inserting two fingers into you and moving them until you're wet enough to take him

He definitely roughly fucks you in a doggy style

Don't forget about your old friend orgasm denial!

As you're about to cum, your boyfriend pulls out his dick, making you whimper in dissatisfaction

He pulls in soon enough, and when you're close again, he removes himself from you

This happens at least three times

His orgasm follows yours not long after

He cums deep inside you

Yeah, it turns out that your boyfriend has a breeding kink

Not in a way that he wants you to get pregnant

(that's why he is okay with getting himself a vasectomy)

But in the way how amazing it feels ejaculating in you

And how he loves to watch his cum drip out of your cunt/ass down your thighs and on bedsheets

I think you should have already figured out that Garou is always dom

Nuh-uh, he won't let you take the lead

He is also up for public sex and has no shame in teasing you

For example, you take your boyfriend to shopping with you one day

After two or three hours of strolling, Garou gets kinda bored

No, of course he loves spending time with you

But he wants to do something else, besides walking from one boutique to another

Well, alright, he gets to see you try on different outfits, that's a bonus

As you come out of the dressing room in a short dress that perfectly suits you, he appreciates your look and presses you against the wall, making sure to lock the door into the changing room

His lips are hungrily on yours and his hand moves down to your panties

You try to protest, but of course fail

His touch is so good

As you're about to cum, your boyfriend suddenly lets go of you and walks out of the dressing room, saying that he'll wait for you outside

Yeah, this bastard leaves you sexually frustrated and wanting more

Looks like your shopping has to be abruptly finished

Garou is also straightforward at telling you that he's horny

He either props his hard cock against your butt

Or hugs you from behind, burying his face into your neck and peppering it with kisses, while one of his hands cups your breast and the other one starts pleasuring your pussy

What turns Garou on?

He doesn't even know how to explain it, but...

Simply, your cuteness and innocence

Aaaaand also when you wear his clothes or show off your new lingerie

Garou is rather sweet and tender when it comes to taking care of you after sex

He asks if you're alright and if you need anything

He picks you up and helps you to shower

After that, he cuddles with you in bed and talks to you until you fall asleep

He'll admire your adorable sleeping face, thinking how lucky he is to have you by his side

(you might get an impression that he's very rough during sex, but I believe Garou manages to find perfect the golden mean between being too soft and being too harsh with you)

(like I've mentioned, you feel comfortable while having sex with your boyfriend even when he is meant to be "strict" with you)

(one of the reasons why he's always watching your face while making love to you is to detect any discomfort and take care of it if it appears)

(after all, Garou would be damned if he somehow hurt the person he loves so much)

(off-topic, but his cock is veiny)

This boy is a teenager with raging hormones

No, he is not horny all the time and, moreover, is not looking for hook-ups

In addition, his work is quite stressful, so he needs to get off to release all his tension

And the only way to do this is... jerking off

Metal Bat finds himself masturbating in the bathroom at least once in a week

(he doesn't have time and privacy to do it more often)

When you appear in his life, the need to cum recedes into the background

You and your presence easily take weight off his shoulders and make all problems fade away

But his hormones are active, remember

So some months later, Badd starts feeling an urge to be close to you as much as possible, to explore your body with his hands, to kiss all over your neck and go down with his lips, to see your flushed face and to hear your moans...

An old habit of his comes back

Now Metal Bat fantasizes about you while pleasuring himself

(he also starts masturbating more often than he used to)

He imagines how your naked body looks like, how soft your breasts are in his hands, how your tight pussy wraps around his cock, how much pleasure he gives you and how good you feel...

He always feels embarrassed and guilty afterwards

Because he feels like a pervert for thinking about you in inappropriate ways

So Badd doesn't pressure you into sex because he respects your boundaries

But god dammit, how it's difficult for him to ignore the tightness in his pants when you're around him and the way his dick twitches when you touch him

It gets even more hard for him as he starts having wet dreams about you and waking up with his boxers spotted with his semen

(he hardcorely prays for something like that NOT to happen when you're staying over)

Unfortunately or fortunately, your boyfriend gets a boner while making out with you at his place

(gladly, Zenko was staying over at her friend's place)

When you notice this, he stammers out apologies and pleads you to not see him as a pervert

He's surprised to hear that you want to have sex with him as well

And nervous because hasn't done this before and doesn't want to mess everything up

If you're experienced, Badd is embarrassed, but grateful for you taking the lead

If not, then he does his best not to screw up your first time together

Please be patient with him, this boy tries his best to give you pleasure

Making love to you is way better than he imagined

He becomes more bold and confident with every time you have sex

Metal Bat instantly falls in love with your pussy when he eats you out for the first time

You taste and smell amazing

He knows he's no pro at cunnilingus, but he doesn't stop until you cum

(sometimes he ejaculates in the process)

But he learns pretty fast

So soon enough, Badd knows the right spots to send you over the edge

And let me tell you that no lovemaking session goes without him absolutely devouring your cunt after spotting your body with his kisses

Really, he eats you out like a man starved

(what can I say? this man loves getting his most favourite dessert)

(he also tries to drink all of your juices when you reach the peak)

Even when you're about to give him a blowjob, he insists on at least kissing your folds

(and of course his sly tongue teasingly flicks against your pussy)

(he probably ends up performing you oral after you make a great job at sucking him off anyway)

Speaking of giving him a head, Metal Bat doesn't handle it well because of how freaking good it feels for him

He can't stand so much pleasure

Badd gently cradles your head with his hands, his thumbs brush away strands of your hair that can get in the way

Oh, how loud he gets...

He deeply moans, whimpers, whines, even sulks a little, gasps, hisses and repeats "Shit, love, it's so good, please don't stop"s like a prayer

Practically the same happens during sex

While your boyfriend doesn't act like a baby, he is still rather local

Mostly, he groans and tells you how perfect you are and how much he loves you, chanting your name

Please praise him as well, it means a lot to him

Otherwise, he'll get upset because he'll think he didn't satisfy you

If he needs to be quiet (for example, when Zenko is at home), he either peppers you with kisses and sucks on your skin or bites it down, always making sure that you don't feel pain

His most favourite pose is missionary because he gets to see your face and press his body against your

Badd doesn't like taking you from behind because...

He, no matter how strange it may sound, feels kinda lonely

And he's afraid that you might feel lonely as well

I know it doesn't really make sense, but it's important for Metal Bat to be close to you as much as possible

And just interlinking your bodies is not enough for him for this matter

The only exception is showering

When your boyfriend gets too horny and his sister is at his place, he takes you to the shower

Because he thinks that it muffles noises that both of you make the best

In addition, you get to immediately clean up

This happens quite regularly

In Zenko's eyes, you're definitely a good influence for his brother

Not only he starts taking showers more often with you (not that he didn't maintain his hygiene initially), but he also starts letting her hang out with her friends for longer and even stay over at their places

By the way, Badd is okay with being intimate with you on any surfaces, but inside his/your home

Yes, this man is not up for public sex

But if you're feeling playful and rile him up while you're out...

Except a rough treatment once you're back home

This is the only case when Metal Bat skips foreplay aka devouring your pussy by rubbing his finger against your folds

He also spits on his hand to use his saliva as lube

(but no, he'll never spit into your mouth)

(Idk why, but people ignore the detail that he spits on his hand with his bat before getting in the fight)

Speaking of his bat...

He kinda wants to see you ride it

(no, of course not as in stuffing yourself with it💀💀💀)

But as in tracing your folds along his bat

For some reason, the thought of it excites him

Wanna know what turns him on as well?

Lingering touches and looks

+ seeing you in your undies or wearing his clothes

(hint: the fastest way to make your boyfriend hot and bothered is… caressing his inner thighs)

Badd is a switch by the way

(but still prefers being dominant)

He likes it when you take the lead when you're having sex on the couch

Your boyfriend always tries his best to watch you and your body

But always ends up throwing his head back and closing his eyes because of the pleasure he's having

His nipples are sensitive. Period.

Lick or even slightly bite them – he's done for

What else?

Firstly, Metal Bat loves holding your hand while being intimate with you

It brings him a sense of reassurance that you're here and you love him

He also sees it as a way of showing his love for you and devotion to you

Secondly, your boyfriend is weak for your touch

And when you pull his hair? He freaking melts

(bonus points if you wrap your arms around his neck or place them on his shoulders)

(double points if you scratch his back with your nails)

Thirdly, sex with your boyfriend is messy

Mostly because of your and his love juices

His cock excretes precum rather fast... and a lot

(should you stroke his dick two times and his pants are already wet)

Fourthly, what if... his fighting spirit activates in bed too?👀

(I know that the main point is that he gets stronger with every hit he receives)

(and his ability has its name for a reason)

(but hear me out)

What if he gets rougher and more durable with each ejaculation, mmm?

(let's call his ability "love spirit" or "sex spirit"–)

(you know what, I'll leave it to your imagination)

So, usually, you have 2–3 rounds

The first one ends rather quickly due to Badd being edged while eating you out

The second round is longer and more intense

If you don't come, then your boyfriend makes sure to take you over the edge in the next one

Yeah, he won't stop until you reach your peak

Because he wants to satisfy you not only with his mouth, but with his dick as well

Only after that, he feels accomplished

I believe that Metal Bat's sperms are quite active, so it's risky for him to cum inside you

(even if your calendar says that chances of you getting pregnant are low)

So he prefers to ejaculate on your abdomen (if not in your pussy)

He grinds his cock along your swollen labia while riding out his orgasm

Badd nuzzles his face against your neck or kisses you deeply as he comes back to reality

After a while, he pulls back and asks if you're alright

He grabs wet wipes and cleans you up

For some reason, he finds this process endearing

He loves the feeling of caressing your tummy with his hands <3

If you want to take a shower after all, he will carry and wash you

But he'd rather just continue cuddling with you

Metal Bat brings your head to his chest and kisses the top of it, exhaling contentedly

You will talk for some time or just enjoy each other's presence until you fall back asleep

When Badd makes sure you're resting, he dozes off as well

(yes, this man has the biggest part, and I'm not sorry)

(my boy deserves all the attention in the world!!!)

If to be honest, one sentence is more than enough to describe how Amai is in bed:

He is a god of sex

That's all

Alright-alright, let's get down to business

So, I headcanon that Sweet Mask has experience in sex

When he was an arising star, he'd have one-night stands from time to time

Why not to put his popularity to use, huh?

However, when he gets admired by even more people, he realizes that hook-ups can lead to unpleasant scandals

So he removes sex from his life

Pop-idol doesn't feel any need to masturbate anyway

When he starts dating you, he understands that you'll have sex sooner or later

But decides not to bring this topic up until he's sure that you want him

How he acknowledges that you're ready to get intimate with him?

That's easy: by the way you stare at him longer than you should with a look that is far from being innocent and how you get more physical with him

Your boyfriend tells you that he'd like to take the next step in relationship and asks if you're ready as well on one of your dates at a fancy restaurant

(he already knows your answer, but doesn't want to come off rude)

You say that you want to take things to the next level

Congratulations, you've just sold your soul to the devil himself

Why? Well, how do I explain you this...

Amai loves being in control

So don't even dare to think about disobeying him and, moreover, taking the lead

He is always the dom

The foreplay is a sweet torture with Beaut

Because he makes you work and beg for his dick

(alright, he will be careful in first times, but he gradually prepares you for his... uh, games)

Usually, he tells you to sit naked on his bed with your legs spread open for him to see your pussy

After that, Sweet Mask commands you to pleasure yourself

As you begin touching yourself, he simply sits on the chair with his arms crossed and one leg draped over the other one

(voyeuristic much, huh?)

When you desperately try to reach your peak, he commands you to stop and stands up, telling you how helpless you are and that he will teach you how to please yourself

He inserts his two long fingers and starts moving them fiercely in your core

Soon enough, you let go

Your stimulation often consists of impact play as well

Again, you're sitting naked on the bed and blindfolded

Amai teasingly traces a crop or paddle along your skin

(and can even swat your ass with a whip)

This makes you hella aroused

You gasp and moan, begging for more

But your boyfriend doesn't stop

And he won't stop until you're a desperate, pleading mess, and he has enough of you

Then he rewards you with his dick... into your mouth

What, did you think that you could get off the hook that easily?

Let me tell you, this man is greedy in sex

So don't expect him to be nice to you

Beaut shoves his cock deep down your throat, making you gag and tear up

He bucks his hips and his hand has a strong grip on your hair

And of course, he doesn't let you waste a single drop of his sperm when he cums

You have to swallow it and then open your mouth to show him you did your job

After that, you finally have rough sex

Sweet Mask definitely loves role-play (or should I say interrogation play?)

He doesn't really have a favourite trope

But both of you are well aware that he will punish you

Sex with Amai is no less entertaining

I called him a god of sex for a reason

This man has a lot of kinks and is up for trying out new things in bed

You are into BDSM? Hold on, baby, he just needs to get his kit, and you're in for a ride

Want him to choke you? Your boyfriend is more than happy to comply

Call him daddy? Oh, daddy will show you how he loves being called like that

Feeling bratty? Expect a nice smack on your ass

Suggest putting his soft cock into you so it gets hard? This sounds intriguing, let's try it

Being too noisy? There will be a gag in your mouth

Doing great job today? Beaut praises you

Want to get frisky on his work? Huh, you little minx, you'll get what you want: just let your boyfriend lock you in his office/changing room and have his way with you

(he doesn't care if you two will be heard – let others hear how good he makes you feel)

(besides, it's not like they can do anything to him)

You're shy? That's too bad because Amai takes you in the front of the mirror from time to time

(and of course he doesn't waste an opportunity to admire his reflection)

You two had an unpleasant argument earlier? Then you're in for a makeup sex

Think you can handle cockwarming? That's bold of you, but keep in mind that you'll be the first one to give up

You're in a playful mood and want to use sex toys? Huh, Sweet Mask has a collection of them for you

You love it when you're sexually humiliated and degraded? No. It won't happen.

Well, yeah, Beaut is a dirty-dirty man, but he still has his sense of respect

You're his lover, not his whore

Speaking of being his, there is no way in hell he will let someone watch or join you two

He is the only one who can have power over you

And you are the only one who can satisfy him

Also, Amai doesn't like messy sex

He's pedant in this matter

So no abrasion (sexual arousal from harsh or scratchy surfaces), no food play, no urophilia (golden showers), no sploshing (being covered in different wet materials), no coprophilia (sexual arousal and pleasure from poop) and no blood play

Oh, he is clean and shaved down there

So he expects the same from you

This man cums in you, by the way

Yeah, breeding kink enters the chat

(manga spoiler: since "Sweet Mask has the ability to alternate his biophysical semblance to the point of even masking his genetic & thermal signature", I think he is able to control his spermatozoa, making them inactive to avoid unwanted pregnancy)

(and he adapts his dick to you)

Beaut is really gentle and affectionate with you in aftercare

He asks if he has hurt you somehow and if you need anything

If you don't fall asleep due to exhaustion by that moment, he scoops you in his arms and has a nice, hot bath with you

He gets out of the bathroom earlier than you so he can change your bedsheets

After that, he comes back to you and takes you to bed

Your boyfriend provides you with everything you ask him: food, water, massage, cuddles, late night talks, etc.

But you're quite quick to fall asleep, making Sweet Mask smirk pridefully and soon doze off as well

(I forgot to mention that everything Amai does during sex comes with your consent)

(so if you're uncomfortable with something, do tell him)

(he may be egocentric, but wants you to have pleasure as well)

(and you definitely have a stop word)

(oh, and I bet there is some secret folder in his phone gallery with some entertaining photos of you..)

So...

I think Flashy has never needed sex nor thought about it

He just went on with his hero work, being too busy to think about anything else

This changes when you, his dear girlfriend, come to his life

No, he doesn't get horny all of a sudden or thinks about you in an inappropriate way

S-class hero certainly ignores all your hints that you're ready to have sex with him

He does it not on purpose, he's just a dummy when it comes to flirting

So yeah, you have to be straightforward with him

But not necessary with words

It happens when you're having bath together

You sit on Flash's lap and start making out with him

Soon, both of you begin exploring each other's bodies with your hands, moaning in the kiss

Suddenly, you feel something poking your butt

It's his dick

As you break the kiss and want to tease your boyfriend, he gets ahead of you

He gives you a witty remark with a confident smile and turns you around, pinning you against the edge of the bath so your ass faces him

And then he starts eating you out, performing both cunnilingus and anilingus

(yep, you heard me right)

Flashy uses his mouth and fingers like a professional, despite him being inexperienced in this stuff

But how come he's good at it? We can only guess

He hits all your weak spots, making you reach your orgasm in a short time

After that, he pulls in and starts moving inside you

(and no, your boyfriend doesn't want you to give him blowjobs because...)

(well, because, lol🤷‍♀️)

(nah, the real reason is that he doesn't want to make you uncomfortable and, for him, having something gagging you in your throat is quite unpleasant experience)

Flashy Flash is uncharacteristically sweet and gentle with you during sex

And sex with Flash is sensual

He tenderly caresses your sides and back while rocking his hips

His lips leave a trail of soft kissed along your spine

His voice is like a sweet melody, coming from his mouth and praising you

That's so unlike Flashy Flash because he's always stoic and restrained in your relationship

Not to mention that he's hardly ever affectionate

But maybe that's how he makes up for all his coldness?

You'd think that since your boyfriend was egocentric, he'd show you how amazing he was in bed as well

However, he opens up to you from a different, vulnerable side

And you're not against this at all

Though don't forget that he's always the dom anyway

As for his fetishes, it might surprise you, but he is not into showing his full control over you and is not a fan of bondage like Sonic

He actually doesn't have kinks that much

But there are two main ones: wax play and quirofilia (attraction to hands)

Yes, Flashy Flash likes to drip the wax from candles onto your spine and watch how you arch your back

(don't worry, he makes sure that it won't be hot and painful for you)

So he buys specific candles for erotic stimulation that burn at a prefect temperature for you and their wax turns into massage oil

This lets him explore your body with his hands

And as you could already have guessed, he mostly takes you from behind

By the way, he also likes it when you run your fingers along his muscles

And he loves your hands in general

Not only the way how they feel on him, but how they look as well

Your boyfriend finds them aesthetic, as strange as it may sound

When I say that your hand do wonders to him, I meant they he not only feels pure ecstasy, but also can easily get aroused from your touch

Another turn on for Flash is your bratty attitude

For some reason, he finds it funny and endearing

And wants to put you in your place, either verbally or physically

But of course he always ends up being soft to you

Oh, and he definitely likes it when you play with his hair and slightly pull it

(he doesn't show it, but you know he enjoys it because he LETS you do so)

But don't think that you have all power over S-class hero

This man is a teasing bastard, especially in public

He moves his hand to your thighs and then between your legs

And starts rubbing your sensitive areas through the fabric

(thanks to his assassin skills, he does it without getting unnoticed)

As for you... well, you don't want to draw unnecessary attention, right?

So be a good girl and act like nothing happens

Your boyfriend really gets off from seeing you struggling with trying to ignore his touch

(maybe it's his way to get his revenge on you for your sassy attitude)

If you're both too horny to wait until you get home, he quickly takes you to the secure place and has sex with you rather fast (and rougher than usual)

Flashy Flash is straightforward when he feels aroused

No, he won't say it directly to you

But his intense gaze and suggestive caressing of your sides are more than enough for you to know that he wants you

Flash prefers to cum on your butt/lower back

And of course inside you as well

(erm, guys, I once had a dream that he likes it when his s/o lays on his chest with her legs spread open and shows him how his sperm is dripping out from her pussy)

(do what you want with this information)

(just don't ask me about it)

Your boyfriend always makes sure that you're both cleaned up after your love sessions

(yeah, sessionS because you usually have two good rounds)

He either wipes away all aftermath of your passion with wet clothes or washes you in the shower

After that, you're usually treated with a nice, relaxing massage

Flashy gently rubs all your muscles so you won't be sore on the next day

(because as much as he is careful during sex, you end up getting sore in the morning)

(but hey, it means he did you good, huh? ;))

If you don't fall asleep after getting aftercare from him, then he talks to you until he hears your soft snuffling

And only after that he can go to sleep as well

Zombieman was never interested in getting intimate with anyone

He didn't feel the need to do so

But when he gets in a relationship with you, he understands that sex will be brought up sooner or later

Zombieman is a gentleman

So he waits for you to be ready to take things onto another level

(and also reads a few articles about woman's body so he won't mess everything up and will 100% give you pleasure)

(well, it's not like your boyfriend doesn't have general knowledge about both woman's body structure and sex)

(he just wants to know nuances)

As you could have already guessed, you have to walk up to your boyfriend and tell him directly that you want to have sex with him

Because he respects your boundaries and never advances towards you

But he's happy to hear that you're ready to get intimate with him

For him, it's the most valuable way to show love and deep trust

Zombieman takes his time with making sure you're prepared for him

He presses you down to bed with his body, kisses you tenderly, doesn't hurry to take off your clothes, caresses your body

All in all, your boyfriend does everything to make you feel comfortable and only after that takes things further

I believe he prefers fingering you instead of eating you out

Because he loves admiring your face (especially when he's the one who gives you pleasure)

Though, Zombieman loves it when you give him a head

He gently guides your head with his hand and brushes away strands of your hair

(if there are any that can get in the way)

His other hand is busy with bringing to his lips either a glass of whiskey or a cigarette

Speaking of it, your boyfriend totally loves when you cockwarm him while he's sitting on the armchair and drinking/smoking

(and he breathes out the cigarette smoke like this 100%)

Anyway, let's get back to sex

Your boyfriend prefers a classic approach to it

Meaning you mostly have sex in missionary and doggy style

He makes love to you gently and in a middle pace

(but if you ask for more, he will comply)

Zombieman tenderly kisses all over your face and neck

His hands usually travel along your curves

Or his one hand grabs your thigh and the other one holds yours

S-class hero is not vocal during sex

Maximum what you can hear are his grunts and whispered praises of how good you feel

Your boyfriend also likes to put some music on the background

(some good old jazz🤌)

As for fetishes, I believe he doesn't really have particular ones

Well, except for your underwear and stripping

Zombieman loves looking at your almost bare body with only erotic lingerie covering your intimate parts

And if you tease him by putting on a little show of undressing in front of him…

Let's just say his is one of the fastest ways for him to lose his patience and control

By the way, he definitely sometimes pulls off your panties with his teeth

He seems like a type of guy who smokes while ravishing you from behind

(and also covers your back with the cigarette smoke)

But only if you're okay with it!!!

Your boyfriend doesn't really have any triggers that turn him on

(well, maybe, except for teasing him in public)

He gets aroused when you're both just spending time together and being all romantic

Zombieman caresses your sides and whispers into your ear that he wants you

You don't usually have many rounds because, believe me, one is more than enough for you

Because he perfectly knows all your weak spots and makes you cum without breaking a sweat

It takes a while for him to finish, so don't be surprised if you orgasm more than once

He mainly ejaculates inside you because his sperms are inactive so you won't get pregnant

As I've already mentioned, your boyfriend is a gentleman

So he takes a good care of you after sex

Asks you if you're alright and need anything, takes you to the shower/bath/cleans you up with wet wipes, brings you food and water, give you a massage, cuddle with you

He does everything you ask him

Zombieman likes to stroke your hair while having your head on his chest and talking to you about anything

When you doze off, he admires your face for some time with a smile and then falls asleep as well

(his dick is purple, by the way)

Ooooh, this man definitely watches hentai and maybe even plays videogames of this genre

And of course masturbates to it

(quite often, I must add)

When you become his girlfriend, this doesn't change

If he doesn't start touching himself more often, that is

King thinks of you and even a opens a pic of you on his phone while stroking his dick

And ends up feeling shame for what he has done

Does he stop? No, he does not

Moreover, he starts stealing your dirty panties

He sniffs your scent, grips your undies with his teeth and even wraps them around his cock while pleasuring himself

One day you catch him red-handed by accident

You just finished dealing with your stuff and wanted to surprise your boyfriend

Only to find him jerking off with your underwear in his hands

King's face immediately goes pale as he awaits to face your wrath

But instead of getting shamed, he sees you approaching him with a smirk on your face

And suddenly you wrap your hand around his dock and start stroking it

Oh god, how good your touch feels

Soon enough, your boyfriend cums

All this aroused you, so you want more

And judging by the longing in King's eyes, he feels the same

So both of you take it to the bed where you masturbate him again

King is sub, so mostly you initiate sex and take the lead

He is a whimpering baby when you suck him off

(and cums fast as well)

Your boyfriend also loves it when you're sitting on his face

The feel of your thighs crushing him and your sweet taste is a pure heaven for him

And yes, he doesn't really like fingering you

But King for sure likes it when you cockwarm him when you're both playing videogames

As I've already pointed out that he is sub, you usually ride him with your hands on his chest or on his shoulders

Meanwhile, his nails are tightly dug into your waist

(and he sometimes bucks his hips, moving along with you)

This man is rather vocal during sex

He moans, whimpers, sulks, gasps and begs you for more

You like to call him good/bad boy (depending on the context)

Oh, how much you love torturing him by overstimulating him or denying his orgasm as a foreplay

And King doesn't mind this, not at all

He is putty in your hands

Your boyfriend takes the lead in bed only when you ask him to

Or when he is in the mood for taking the control (in other words, when he's too horny and wants to skip foreplay)

He's not too rough nor too gentle with you

And does a great job at satisfying you

Your boyfriend is not cruel like you, so you could say that you just have good sex with him without any games

And usually it's one nice round

King is not up for public sex

So he waits to get home when you rile him up

Another way to arouse him, besides showing your underwear or purposely leaving a pair of dirty panties in a conspicuous place, is to wear school uniform (mini skirt + half-hose)

Call him onii-chan, and he's done for

(this is commonly the reason why he takes the lead in the bed)

Your boyfriend cums either inside you or where you tell him to

He's kinda lazy after sex and settles with cleaning you up with just wet wipes and then cuddling with you

But if you need anything else, he'll give it to you

You're his queen after all

Both of you also like to watch memes or anime while snuggling each other until you fall asleep together

(when you send him nudes, don't expect him to answer you immediately)

(wait for around five minutes until he finishes "dealing with stuff")

(you perfectly know that King needs to jerk off as he gets nuts once he sees the pic of you)

(after pleasuring himself, he tells you how great you look)

(orrr if he's feeling bold enough, he sends you a photo of raging boner or a video where he touches himself)

(dirty-dirty🤭)

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mashtatosworld · 2 months ago

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i want it, i got it

summary: your little girl has to get her flu shot and uses it to her advantage

“You have to take her, Jiyong.”

Jiyong groaned dramatically from the driver’s seat, his head falling back against the headrest. “Don’t make me do this.”

You sighed through the speakerphone. He had delayed this for weeks now, always finding some excuse not to take her. “She needs her shots, Jiyong. You want to keep taking her on tour with you, right?”

He huffed, side-eyeing his very unbothered daughter in the backseat. She was busy looking out the window, kicking her tiny feet against the car seat, blissfully unaware of the impending betrayal.

“She’s going to cry,” he whined.

“She might,” you admitted. “For like two seconds. But then it’ll be over, and she won’t even remember.”

Jiyong crossed his arms. “I’ll remember.”

You rolled your eyes. “Jiyong, take her to the doctor. And send me updates.”

And with that, the call ended.

Jiyong let out another exaggerated sigh, turning to Diva. “I’m so sorry, my baby. I tried to negotiate. But Eomma is a tough cookie.”

People may have said she looked like him but sometimes, he saw you so vividly in his daughter. And he loved it.

"What can I do to make it better? Do you want to go shopping after?"

Diva turned her big, round eyes to him, blinking. Then, with the same seriousness her father had, she pursed her lips and said:

“B’Donald’s.”

Jiyong blinked. “Huh?”

She jutted out her little chin. “B’Donald’s.”

He and Diva had a terrible habit. A milkshake addiction. They were caught sneaking it one too many times, even slipping away in the middle of the night to the drive thru after she'd wake from a nightmare. So you had put your foot down.

But now? Now, he was weak.

Diva narrowed her eyes. “B’Donald’s.”

She was two, but she already knew her power.

Jiyong groaned, ruffling his hair. “Aish, okay, okay, fine! But just this once.”

Diva’s face lit up as she won.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Jiyong sat in the clinic, his knees bouncing, heart racing like he was waiting for his shots.

Diva, meanwhile, sat on his lap, snacking on a tiny bag of gummy bears as she leaned back against his chest. She was relaxed. Completely unbothered.

Jiyong, however? He was dying inside.

“Alright, just a small pinch,” the nurse said, gently patting Diva's arm.

Jiyong tensed, squeezing his eyes shut. He buried his face against the top of Diva’s soft head, whispering, “Oh, my poor baby.”

Diva merely sucked on a gummy bear, staring blankly as the needle went in.

Jiyong flinched harder than she did.

“It’s done, you can open your eyes now.” The nurse chuckled.

Jiyong hesitated. “It's over?”

Diva nodded, chewing.

Slowly, he opened one eye, peeking down at her. She was already reaching for another gummy bear. Not a single tear. Not even a wince.

And yet he was the one sweating.

Diva turned to look up at him, eyes serious, and chewing slowly.

“B’Donald’s.”

Jiyong sighed.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Jiyong sat across from Diva at McDonald’s, watching as she happily munched on her chicken nuggets.

Not only had she not cried, but she had somehow played him into buying her:

A nugget happy meal (with fries, apple slices, and a toy of course), a strawberry milkshake, and a brand-new scooter - another addition to her extensive collection.

She already had about five in the garage, neatly stationed beside his sports cars.

Jiyong playfully glared at her. “You didn’t even cry,” he muttered.

Diva, sipping her milkshake, ignored him.

Then, his phone buzzed. It was you checking up on them.

Jiyong smirked and sent you some pictures he had taken. His camera roll was full of photos of you two.

You replied almost instantly.

Jiyong froze. Oh shit.

"Eomma isn't going to be happy with us."

Now it was Diva's turn to freeze.

“We need to make it look bad,” he whispered, pulling the tray away from her.

Diva slammed her hand on the tray before it could get far. “My B’Donalds!”

“No, no, you still get your food.” He wrangled it from her grasp. “Just pretend to be sad.”

Diva thought about it, then nodded, resting her head on the table.

He snapped the photo and sent it.

Jiyong deflated, his head falling on the table with a defeated groan.

He felt a little hand pat his head and he looked up. "Aw, are you trying to comfort Appa?"

Diva pointed at her tray. Reluctantly, and slightly wounded, he slid it back towards her with pursed lips.

From across the table, Diva sipped her milkshake smugly.

Eventually she took pity on her father and fed him a couple of her fries. Jiyong chewed them slowly, savouring the taste of salt.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

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hanchette · 10 months ago

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𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ( wind breaker characters )

a/n: i want suzuri to cook for me

consist of : fluff, gender neutral reader, established relationship — soft moments

𝐒𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐇𝐔𝐇𝐄𝐈, you're seated at the back of suzuri's workplace, one that you've called your own with how much you frequent here to visit your boyfriend. he's just as dedicated to his job as you've known him since.

known to never half-assing anything when he can do his best to do it.

and that's why you're here now, suzuri had done his best cooking a meal, one that is wrapped up in a container that he has bought for the two of you—one that he had prepared meticulously with despite his rather clumsy fingers.

"ow." he reacted, although his tone was too flat for you to discern whether he really felt that anyway. nevertheless, you murmured an apology. "sorry."

suzuri kept quiet, allowing you to map the little wounds littered all over his hands as you bandage them with the little ones that possess cute prints.

"i am always worrying you, aren't i?" suzuri breathes out, eyes trained on your hand as you help him patch up.

"you do." you admit, ever since you've met him, ever so self less and kind—so much that he forgets about himself until tsubaki and nakamura found him where he change, albeit slowly.

suzuri breathes through his nose, as soon as you placed the final bandage on his finger, suzuri allows his body to slump forward, his forehead pressing on your hand like he is bowing towards you.

"i promise to do better so you won't then." he mouths against the back of our hand, warm breath fanning your skin as you look down at the man whom dedicated his life towards you.

"how so?" you asked, eyes crinkling at the sides as you look at him—trailing the way his man bun looks good on him.

and his words came in sincerely, "i will practice hard to cook you a perfect meal and try to take care of myself better.. and yet.." he pauses, sucking in a breath, "and yet, at the same time, i don't want to."

your mouth parts, about to ask until he continues, "because I'll miss you patching me up like this."

you shake your head, finding his words silly. feeling how his lithe fingers, wider than your own but the roughness like holding a jagged rock tells about how much his life has been. searching for a place he can safely call home. and though the guys were his family, you were a semblance of what home is.

"shuhei," you call his name, lovingly, tenderly, and suzuri lifts his head, "i will always be with you, don't worry, i will patch you up whenever you need to, take care of you, and continue to love you."

with a smile, suzuri allow a breath of defeat, of course, you'll always be with him. he takes a hold of your hand, kissing the end of your ring finger, a smile etched on his lips.

"okay." was what he could only say.

𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐈 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐊𝐀, "what are you?" now, in this same moment, takiishi holds your face in both hands, squishing your cheeks together, owlish eyes staring you down.

"y/n." you offer.

you're seated on his lap, as he had pulled you in when you were walking pass him, takiishi stayed silent, perhaps he did not accepted your answer, merely, staring you down with an intriguing look in his gaze.

he couldn't understand, how his heart would always ache when you're around, how his eyes would always be glued to your every move or how when you're not around, he would crave your presence besides him. and though it is a feeling that always leave him feeling bad about everything, the constant pinning needles that kinks his cold heart or the gnawing in his bones, takiishi would never forsaken this feeling.

endo had told him one time—that takiishi finds you intriguing.

takiishi continues to stare, remembering the moment he had sent endo on an errand to check on you, eager ear listening attentively to any updates on your situation.

you make him feel worse, but at the same time good.

"no." he finally answers, "you, what are you." he repeats his question.

just earlier, you were nothing but a babbling mess towards him, his fist propping his head up as he looks at the view. you're sitting on a terrace of an abandoned house that's situated at roof, a place he found—more like endo did.

topics and topics spewing from your lips until you find yourself laughing and giggling at your own story. which prompted to takiishi to shift his attention to you. bored, dull look placed on you as his free hand brushes your cheek gently. and now, you find yourself in this situation.

and now you're stuck looking at him, you couldn't place a word in, what is he asking of you? what he wants of needs to hear? ahh.. but you know him well enough now, enough to stay by his side.

"your s/o." you answer, watching as his dull gaze only seemingly soften, the stiff look in his eyes relaxing ever so slightly that it has your mind going blank, focus on the very little details that makes takiishi.. him.

you don't understand, somehow, why and how he feels so foreign right now. that nonchalant look still present but he's too- he's not the usual. it's weird, but at the same time, endearing.

"right." he nod once, his free hand going back, thumb tracing the line of your cheekbone.

you're not sure if it was the right answer, but it's enough, it seems, when his eyes stray from your to look at the view, not dull, but softer now.

𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐎 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔, "hehe, i am so happy you came to me for help." he smiles, stupidly pretty that your heart couldn't help but swoon. he's so beautiful.

"how could i not? you are the right person to come to." you tilt your head, tsubaki giggles in response, dragging the chair in front of you as you straighten in your seat, watching his fingers take a napkin from the stand to wipe your face.

"that's why i am happy."

tsubaki then preps your face, from the soft bristles that glides along your face to the little sponges that press against your skin. "you're so pretty, y/n-chan." he compliments you, watching the color from the brush dust your eyelids.

"thank you.." you croaked out, honestly, you still can't believe you managed to date someone like tsubaki—someone so kind, sweet, and tantalizingly soft when it comes to the matters of the heart. "but you're more pretty than me tsubaki-chan."

you can hear small giggles from his lips, maybe you were making a weird expression? ahhh whatever, at least you made him laugh.

"really now?" his eyes crinkle in delight, "that's odd, why do i find you the most beautiful then?" he pressed a sweet peck on the tip of your nose.

perhaps you would need make up anymore, tsubaki muses, watching the way your eyes go wide and feel the warmness creeping in your face with his hand. "hm? y/n-chan is feeling shy in me now?" he teases, pinching your cheek.

"i suppose you won't need a blush now, am i right? then, the only thing that's missing is your lipstick."

before you could reply, tsubaki shows you his collection of lipsticks, from gloss, matte to tints with various colours, allowing you to choose whatever you want.

until you settle on one that you like.

tsubaki giggles, head tilting slightly, and his long hair following the gesture in a flawless motion.

"close your eyes and pucker your lips." he instructs you, you raised a brow, why would you need to close your eyes if he's applying it to your lips?

and it seems like your face is an open book, your beloved immediately responding, "c'mon, it's a surprise."

and so you did.

your senses heightening with the loss of your eye sight, hearing the cap of the lipstick open and waiting for it to be pressed on your lips.

what you thought would be cold and hard was instead, warm and soft.

familiar that it has you closing your eyes shut, thinking that it is merely an imagination you are feeling, until you feel tsubaki's hand wrap around the side of your neck, his thumb angling your head.

and you feel the pressure deepen.

it wasn't until soon that you feel him parting, your lips chasing what was on them, eyes fluttering open to look at tsubaki—his usual meticulously put on lipstick smudged, and the color is similar to the one you just picked earlier.

"ahh, i messed up on putting it on you, maybe we should try again?"

𝐘𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐎 𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐎, he closes his eyes, feeling the way your fingers rake through his hair, these are one of the beautiful moments in his life—and though yamato endo lives for the thrill and the chase he use to do, he also lives here in this moment, in your arms. the two of you usually sleeping in this particular time of the day.

"hey, let's do something fun." he hums, thoughts pushing each other like a train without a brake.

"define fun."

"maybe we should invite takiishi." endo hums, opening one eye to see you looking at him, sporting a scrunched face at the call of his friend's name. "no way." watching you flat out disagree made endo pout, for someone infamous for his fighting skills and terrifying actions, he acts like a kicked puppy towards you in the span of your relationship with him.

"takiishi and fun is fun, ya know?" endo offers, trying to change your mind as he shifts in place from your arms to lay his chin on your chest, eyes still trained on you with intent.

you pursed your lips, squinting at your boyfriend who merely chuckles at the sight of your expression, though takiishi is a good companion—in a way, you don't like how endo always sports an injury after coaxing him for something.

"kidding." endo jokes, kissing your collarbone before nipping at the skin below it, "a' know ya' don't like that, hehe."

his eyes are crescent in shape as he grins at you from below, sneaky and naughty fingers trailing from your side to under your shirt. "endo."

"yeah?"

"stop that."

your words will always be his command, endo sighs, taking off his hand from you only to lift himself up so he can see you face to face. "you're no fun." he murmurs, lowering himself to plant kisses on your lips.

and though no matter how calloused his hands are, how dry his lips is, and how rough he is. endo is gentle.

gentle with the way he never gives you too much of his lips, hovering, small little pecks to keep you chasing but never waiting. "but a' like ya'." he mouths through your lips, hand coming to guide your nape.

"endo.."

and endo, he's a relentless. "ya want me to stop?" his words are soft, never a whisper at that point, it wasn't to ask a question, but asking for your permission.

you nod, eyes fluttering as you watch him grin at you. "kay.." he agrees, pressing his forehead against yours.

there are moment that you just can't believe, how soft he could be. he's danger all around, sharp along the edges and one wrong move, you'll have to lay there bleeding and crying. but that never happens, with endo, you feel safe, you feel stupidly safe.

and like a drug instilled in your system, your fingers, smaller than his—softer than what his could ever be, trace the inks that line his skin, the way the drawings seem to come to life at every twitch of his muscle amazes your eyes, and yet, you favorite would be the infinity on his neck.

"stay like this for a few." endo breathes, closing his eyes and plopping his heavy body on yours like a heavy blanket.

"i thought you wanted fun?" you question, lips tilting as you watch him.

"later." he replies.

he only says that, because he wants to feel more of your touch, soothing the ache in his soul and guiding him to a paradise he calls you. "for now, i want this." he muffled out through the soft pillows.

#🛍️:scenarios #gender neutral reader #wind breaker x reader #wind breaker x you #windbreaker x reader #windbreaker x you #suzuri shuhei x reader #suzuri x reader #chika takiishi x reader #takiishi x reader #tasuku tsubakino x reader #tsubakino x reader #yamato endo x reader #endo x reader

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phangays · 2 months ago

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Dan and Phil TIT Livestream: A Rant

If you’ve been following the whole ticket disaster situation then you might know what I mean. If not here’s a recap

Tickets went on sale for the TIT virtual show thingy. They’re starting at 15$ USD and go up for different stuff. This does not include tax/purchasing fees. Idk about other places in regards to pricing

Many counties cannot, until less than an hour ago of writing this, get the merch. But they can still get tickets to the event

There was an issue with PayPal on the ticket providers end that caused fees to not show up

There was a different issue of prices being higher than they were supposed to be on the providers end as well

All of these issues are being fixed as I speak

During this entire thing people have been nothing but negative and demanding. They’re blaming Dan and Phil for something they didn’t control. And DnP are keeping everyone updated as the news comes out

At the time of posting this: all PayPal issue have been fixed, the higher prices are being refunded, and 150 countries have been added to have shipping of merch. Total refunds have also been offered

All I have seen is people complaining over and over and over. Like BRO. I understand being upset prices are higher than they were meant to be. You are being refunded. It takes time. Chill out

I understand being upset about not being able to see why the PayPal prices went up during checkout. This has been fixed and you can see it now. Even still, have y’all never heard of taxes??? Of purchasing fees??? Ya know, stuff that happens anytime you buy tickets online to something??? Like hello??? And why are we blaming DnP for something that is not their fault? They don’t control taxes. They don’t control purchasing fees. Those are done by the provider. Take issues when them, not DnP

People are also complaining about needing to pay to see the show online. Now listen, I understand wanting to be able to see the show online if you didn’t get to go in person. But you have to remember this is a show that they worked for. They paid for. It not bring free admission make sense to me personally. Maybe I’m biased. But you’re paying to see their work. HOWEVER I also understand that this is something not everyone can afford. I get this. And it sucks. But it’s not only cheaper than seeing the show in person but there’s a chance it might also be put up online for free at a later date like Dan did with his tour. That’s not a guarantee tho. They haven’t said yes or no to this yet

Now I have nothing to say about not being able to ship to different countries until a little while ago. I have no idea how that works. I have no idea who’s in charge of that. I have no idea if it’s because of said country, because of DnP, or because of the shipping company. Since I don’t know, I won’t speak on it and won’t place blame on anyone. Because I simply do not know or understand how it works

People are also mad that Dan hasn’t said anything??? Why do we need Dan to say anything when Phil is doing it??? They’re a duo, one person can, and has historically done, speak for both. We don’t need separate conversations for the same issue. It can make things confusing

Like I’m sorry this happened, but it’s being fixed

Be patient. Be calm

#dan and phil #phandom #daniel howell #dan howell #phannie #phil lester #amazingphil #phan #d&p #dnp #the terrible influence tour #dan and phil terrible influence tour #dan and phil terrible influence #terrible influence tour #terr

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darkwitchoferie · 4 months ago

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Train Ride - Chapter 6, Seungmin

A/N: The expression of ‘looking at something through their eyebrows’ – if you need reference for what that looks like, look up the Kubrick stare. Also in my mind, I don’t care how logical this is or if there’s any truth to it, their current dorms/apartments are close to each other, but not in the same building. IDK, fanfic rules again. This one’s so long you guys. I’m not even sorry for it. Much like Binnie’s muscles, I have a thing for Seungmin’s voice. I will also not apologize for that.

Cw/tw: exhibitionism, public semi-nudity/flashing, unprotected vaginal and anal sex, member x member, oral (m & f receiving), cum eating, multiple partners, not mean Seungmin just a different kind of teasing than Changbin, face-fucking, edging, praise kink actually shown in this one (though I feel like it’s been implied before), and much talk of sex pics/videos

wc: 6.4k

Master list

The next morning, you woke up between Changbin and Chan, confused for a moment. You were still naked, but you’d obviously been cleaned – not just wiped clean but actually bathed – and the sheets were changed. Did you really pass out and not remember them cleaning up, you wondered. There was a soft knock at the door, interrupting your thoughts, then Jeongin peeked his head in.

“Hey,” he whispered, smiling at you. Glancing at Changbin, he tilted his head, silently asking if you wanted to follow him. Carefully, so as not to wake the two men on either side of you, you crept out of bed and followed Innie.

A short while later, Chan laughed as he and Changbin joined the pair of you in the kitchen. You looked over Jeongin’s shoulder to smile at him. Jeongin had you sat up on the edge of the counter, legs around his waist, as he lazily thrust into you.

“Can’t miss your morning quickie, can you, Iyen-ah?”

“We’re – oh, right there – we’re making breakfast,” you answered.

“You are not,” Chan laughed again, leaning over Jeongin’s shoulder to give you a quick ‘good morning’ kiss and, judging by his shiver, run his finger’s down Jeongin’s back. Innie finished sucking a hickey onto your upper boob, right as you arched your back, digging your nails into his shoulders as you came. He followed a couple of thrusts after, groaning as he buried his face in your shoulder.

“Okay, we started making breakfast,” you clarified, after catching your breath. For a man who wasn’t big on skinship, Innie was very cuddly after sex, still pressed against you and keeping his arms wrapped around you. You kept your arms around him too, carding your fingers through his hair. You knew from both Felix and Hyunjin that he was the same with them.

“I can see that,” Chan agreed, stepping up to the stove, turning it back on, and finishing the breakfast you two had started.

“Morning, Bin. Sleep good?” You asked, looking over at him still in the doorway.

“Yeah. Sorry,” he said shaking his head a little, “gonna take a bit to get used to, I think. This whole thing is kinda surreal.” He made his way into the kitchen and pressed a gentle kiss to your lips, the same way Chan had.

“Yeah. That’s part of the reason we came out here. Channie doesn’t mind if we have a morning quickie beside him while he’s still asleep, but we weren’t sure you’d… appreciate that type of wake up call.”

“Mm. In future, I would not object at all.” After he moved, Jeongin cleaned you up, then helped you off the counter.

“Mm,” you stretched your arms over your head, arching just a little as you stretched. “I love kitchen sex,” you commented.

“You love sex,” Chan corrected.

“How can I not when I have so many amazing partners?” You countered. “Oh, speaking of that, gotta update the group chat.” You strode back to Chan’s room and grabbed your phone off the charger.

After updating the chat to add Changbin, you went back out into the kitchen, having just tossed on an oversized sleep shirt. You were sitting at the kitchen table, discussing upcoming plans for the day, when you sort of drifted away from the conversation.

“Y/nnie?” You snapped out of it seeing Jeongin’s hand waving in front of your face.

“Sorry. I was just thinking about the picker wheel. I don’t want to use it. I want Seungmin next.”

“I thought you had trouble choosing?” Chan asked, curious.

You nodded. “But there’s a stronger possibility now that Seungmin could be last. And I don’t want that. Like, we all know that it’s random, and he’d know that too. But I don’t want something building in the back of his head, ya know? I just…. I dunno, I don’t want any possibility of him thinking I would purposely pick him last or that I’m only picking him to ‘complete the set’ or whatever.”

Chan smiled over at you, reaching out to tug you close so he could kiss you. “You’re sweet,” he said. “Okay, Minnie next. Any ideas?”

“Not yet. I’ll think of something. Or you will.”

Later, after breakfast, after the three of them left, and you’d gone home to start your own work day, you sent a message to the group chat.

It was while you were taking a break from work, walking in your parking lot, that you got the idea for Seungmin. Quickly, you texted Chan for a copy of the group’s schedule and Seungmin’s individual one. Using those, you bought tickets for a Lotte Giants game. Seungmin may not have been quite the same amount of romantic as Hyunjin, but you wanted him to know you were serious. You, and the whole group really, were aware of his insecurities, particularly related to his looks and when he started comparing himself to the others. So you wanted to make sure he knew you wanted him.

You waited until Chan was at your place, knowing that would mean Seungmin would be home too, to call him. “Hey Minnie. How was your day?”

“Good. Yours?”

“Yeah, good. Listen, I have two tickets to a Lotte Giants game this week. In three days. Wanna go?”

“You have tickets to a baseball game? You don’t like baseball, I thought.”

“I never said that! Just that I’d never seen a game. Do you wanna go with me or not?”

“Uh… yeah, sure. I’ll pick you up?”

The pair of you made arrangements for him to pick you up and then ended the call. “Alright, we’re all set,” you grinned. “I’ve never been to a baseball game. What do I wear?” You hurried to your closet, dropping your phone on your bed.

A few minutes later Chan strode into your room. “Babe!”

“Yeah?”

He held a finger to his lips, then answered his phone on speaker. “Hey Seungmin. What’s up?” You stilled, listening to their conversation.

“Hyung, I uh…. I think your girlfriend just asked me out on a date.”

“Yeah, she totally did.” They were both quiet for a few seconds. “Why? Did you not want to go out with her? Because if not, you should tell her right away, she’s already picking out her outfit.”

“Hang on, seriously? And you’re alright with this?”

“Is Felix there?”

“No, he’s at Changbin and Hyunjin’s, why?” You snorted quietly. Of course he was – he was just as excited at the prospect of sleeping with everyone as you were and his sex drive was as strong as yours too. He’d just decided he would ‘follow you Y/nnie. Don’t wanna steal your thunder.’

“Alright, sit down, let me explain.” You weren’t surprised that Seungmin would need or want an explanation first. Thinking about it, you should have realized the baseball game would make him suspicious. It wasn’t like going to the museum with Hyunjin, that was something you’d done plenty of times. You’d never been to a baseball game and had made a point of the fact that you’d never even watched the sport.

While Chan was talking to Seungmin, you tuned them out. You scooped up your phone and pulled up your weather app, looking for the forecast over the next few days. By the time the two men had hung up, you’d settled on your outfit. You’d looked up the team as well and based on the team’s colors had picked a navy blue, just-above-your-knees length skirt and paired it with a t shirt that was so light blue, it was nearly white. You weren’t a fan of the color of that shirt on you, but the fit of it was why you’d chosen it.

Three days later, Chan chuckled as he snapped a photo of your outfit and sent it to what he’d started referring to as the ‘Sexy’ group chat. You knew it wasn’t actually a comment on you or any of the guys, just that that was the chat where you were all blunt with each other and sometimes used it to send sex photos and videos to each other. Like the picture Hyunjin had sent of Changbin’s blissed out smile with his chest and abs covered in bites and hickeys from him and Felix.

“What?”

“Nothing, baby. You look good, as always. Just…. I feel like Seungmin’s gonna have a similar reaction to Felix’s reaction, that’s all.”

“That’s kinda the point, babe.”

“And if it rains?” he asked, glancing out your kitchen window where you could see rain clouds gathering.

“It’s supposed to stay clear for the next few hours. And we have VIP seating, so we won’t get rained on anyway.” You smirked, knowing exactly why he was concerned about the rain, but not directly addressing it. “Seungmin!” You turned toward your door when you heard knocking. “Hey,” you greeted him with a smile after opening the door.

“He –” he stopped for a second, just staring. Then cleared his throat and shook himself a little. “Hey. Uh, you ready to go?”

“Yep.” Smiling, you grabbed your purse, made sure your phone was in it, slipped on a pair of flats, and headed out. The shirt you were wearing was on the thin side and tight, to say the least. So much so, that you could easily see the imprint of the lace of your bra.

You didn’t know much about baseball, having never really been a fan. It wasn’t that you didn’t like it, you supposed, you’d just never really had a chance or reason to get into it. Sitting beside Seungmin however, you were starting to understand people’s love for the game. Or, his love for it at least. He patiently answered every question you asked, going into detail for you when you asked. And you got to watch the way he lit up as he explained things or the excitement when his team was doing good.

It started thundering as you left the stadium. You crossed your fingers, quietly hoping it timed out well and you would get caught in the rain. It was, after all, part of the reason you wore the shirt you did. Less than 10 feet from the back of Seungmin’s car, the sky opened and drenched everything. Laughing, you spread your arms and spun in a circle, face up.

“Y/N!” You turned to Seungmin, who was staring at you with wide eyes through the downpour.

“Minnie?” You played dumb, acting like you had no idea why he’d be looking at you like that.

“Get in the car!”

“But – the rain. I wanna play.” It wasn’t uncommon for you to be out in what you called warm rain. Or summer rain, where it wasn’t cold enough for the rain to make you cold. More than once, when they were around, Felix, Jisung, Hyunjin, and sometimes some of the others, would join you.

“Play later, car now.” You pouted to hide your grin and got into the passenger seat of his car.

“But why?” You asked when he didn’t say more after you got in. He didn’t answer right away, focusing on getting the pair of you on the road.

Seungmin avoided looking directly at you as he maneuvered the stadium traffic and got onto a less traveled road to avoid more traffic. Not that he didn’t look at you at all. You kept catching him looking at you from the corner of his eye, hands gripping the steering wheel so his knuckles turned white. You tried, hopefully successfully, to hide your pleased smile.

“I had fun, Minnie,” you attempted to break the silence that had fallen. “Thanks for explaining everything to me.”

“Mm-hm. You’re welcome.”

“Everything okay?” you asked, trying to sound concerned and not gleeful.

“Mm. Look at your shirt.”

“Oh! Oh, no playing in the rain.” From what anyone had been able to see through your shirt before, you would understand if they thought your bra was just decorated with lace. But now that the rain had soaked it and it was almost completely sheer, Seungmin could see that it wasn’t decorated with lace, but was only lace leaving you basically completely exposed. “Oops.” You made absolutely no move to try to cover yourself.

Before he could say anything, his phone rang through the Bluetooth speaker. “Old Man is calling.”

“You do not have him saved as Old Man!” You giggled as he answered the call.

“Having a good time, I take it?” Chan asked, obviously hearing your laughter.

“Yes, we are!” you answered.

“Seung, did she get caught in the rain?”

“Yeah. Why would…?”

“Ask her why she wore that shirt.”

“I didn’t plan to get caught in the rain. You can’t plan rain! I wore it just in case, which is completely different.” You tried justifying your decision.

“Mm-hm.” You could practically see Chan’s grin. You playfully glared at the Bluetooth screen, knowing he couldn’t see you but feeling the need to do it anyway.

Beside you, Seungmin stopped the car at a red light. You looked over to find him openly staring at you now. Curious, you waited to see what he would do. Deliberately, he reached over and brushed your nipple with the knuckles of his first two fingers. With a small gasp, you arched forward a little, trying to press against his fingers that hovered right over you. He smirked and pinched your nipple between those two knuckles, pulling a moan from you.

Chan made an inquisitive noise over the phone. “Baby girl?”

“He’s playing with my nipple,” you answered on a gasp as he took the opportunity to gently tug and roll the nipple he had between his knuckles.

“Her nipples are very sensitive,” Seungmin commented softly.

Chan chuckled. “You two have fun. I’ll see you tomorrow. Oh, and take some good photos for me, yeah?”

Seungmin raised an eyebrow at you as Chan hung up. “He likes photos. Videos too, actually. So does Hyune. Well, they all do, but those two especially.”

“Mm,” he hummed, glancing at the traffic light then switching his attention to your other nipple. The light turned green and he pulled away, smirking at your whimper.

That continued at the next red light and the one after that, reaching over to fondle your boobs, then pulling away. You knew, logically, he had to drive. But your body did not care about logic. Then you reached the last red light before pulling into his and Felix’s apartment building. This light always took so long, something you usually complained about. You were surprised when Seungmin threw the car in park, having assumed you were in for a longer teasing session. Instead, he unbuckled himself and leaned across the center console.

Bracing himself with one hand, he brought the other up to cup your boob, leaned in, and sucked your nipple into his mouth through your wet shirt. On a long moan, you brought your hand up to tangle your fingers in his hair. He gently bit your nipple as he pulled just far enough away to switch sides. You squeezed your thighs together, trying to give yourself some friction and the movement was not lost on Seungmin – you felt him smirk against you.

After another moment, he pulled away completely, buckled himself back in, put the car back in gear, and looked for all the world like he was patiently waiting for the light to change and not like he’d just had your tits in his mouth. You whined, wiggling in your seat and he just laughed at you. Your movement made you realize just how wet you were – your panties were ruined for sure.

Soon enough, you’d pulled into his building’s parking lot and he parked the car. The trip from the car to the actual building was mostly covered, but there was a short part that was open. You lingered there for a moment, genuinely enjoying the rain, but also to resoak your shirt. Just because. Seungmin tugged your hand, pulling you behind him to the, thankfully, deserted lobby and then elevator. He and Felix lived in one of the uppermost floors, so you figured you’d settle in to wait.

Seungmin had other ideas. He stepped up behind you, pressing himself against your back where you could feel his cock pressing into you. He wordlessly handed you his phone, camera opened on selfie mode, then wrapped his arms around you, bringing his hands up to caress the sides of your boobs. You sighed with pleasure, leaning into him and letting your head tip back against him. He quickly switched from gentle caresses to teasing your nipples through your clothes again.

“Take a picture, Y/nnie. The old man said he wanted some, right?” You did as Seungmin instructed, snapping a photo of you with your head back against his shoulder, eyes partly closed in pleasure, Seungmin pinching both nipples while he looked at the camera through his eyebrows, a mischievous smile that you didn’t see, playing on his lips.

He took the phone back from you, quickly sending the photo to Chan. Then he spun you around and crowded you against the wall of the elevator, before leaning in to claim your lips in what started as a sweet kiss. The kiss quickly became heated, Seungmin tilting your head and sliding his tongue between your lips. You moaned into his mouth, clutching his shirt in your hand as you felt his hand slide up your thigh, under your skirt, and brush against your clothed cunt.

He chuckled against your lips. “All this from a little teasing?” You whimpered as he pressed the heel of his hand against your clit. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of your panties, tugging them down far enough that you were able to step out of them. Then he bent down, picked them up, and stuffed them in his pocket. The elevator dinged, arriving at his floor, as he stood back up. He let you walk ahead of him down the short hall to his and Felix’s apartment, wrapping his arms around you and covering your boobs with his hands. “For your modesty, in case the neighbors come out.” The way he was groping you said otherwise, but you didn’t protest.

Getting down the hall was a little slow with the way he was holding onto you and being pressed against his chest. With every movement, you could feel his cock rubbing against you. And yeah, maybe you had soaked your panties from ‘a little teasing’, but he was hard as a rock and you hadn’t even touched him. And hey, he was groping your boobs the whole way down the hall, so pressing against his dick with every move you possibly could was absolutely fair as far as you were concerned.

Finally in the apartment, he spun you around again, pressing you against the back of the couch and practically attacking your mouth. You’d have grinned if you’d been able to, pleased you got him to let go of the, so far, methodical teasing. One hand dipped behind you and it felt like he grabbed something off the couch. He pulled away from you, holding one of the throw pillows that came with the couch. He stepped back and dropped the pillow onto the floor, grabbing his phone out of his pocket as he did. With just a look, you understood exactly what he wanted and were all too pleased to give it.

You dropped to your knees on the pillow and reached for the button and zip of his jeans. With quick movements, you tugged down his jeans and boxers, freeing his cock. You glanced up at him as you wrapped your hand around the base of his cock, stroking a couple of times. You held eye contact as you leaned in and licked a stripe up the underside of him, pleased with the huff of air that escaped him as he watched you. You wrapped your lips around his tip, swirling your tongue over him and tasting the precum that leaked out of him. Then you looked down, and focused on your goal – making him lose that composure that had been taunting you for nearly an hour.

He wasn’t as big as Chan and you’d had plenty of practice at deep throating your boyfriend, so it was comparatively easy for you to take all of Seungmin. You quickly sank down on his cock, pressing your nose into his pubes and swallowing around his head.

“Oh God,” he groaned out above you, reaching down to tangle a hand in your hair. Pleased with yourself, you set a steady rhythm, pulling back until only his head was in your mouth, then bobbing down to take all of him in again. After just a minute or two, the grip in your hair tightened and he held your head still. Pulling out of your mouth, he looked down at you. “Okay?” he asked, rolling his hips so his tip slid past your lips just enough for you to understand what he was asking.

In response, you just dropped your jaw. He groaned and thrust into your waiting mouth. Blissed out, loving the feeling of your mouth being fucked, you closed your eyes and didn’t notice when Seungmin snapped a couple of photos to send to Chan. Nor did you really notice that you’d subconsciously spread your knees to sink further against the pillow under you. But you did feel when your wet core made contact with the material. You moaned around Seungmin, rolling your hips against the pillow. It was frustratingly little friction.

You brought a hand down between your legs and Seungmin stopped thrusting, pulling out of your mouth. You whined your protest, eyes snapping open. “Hands,” he said, taking his own hand out of your hair. You lifted your hands and he put one on each of his own hips. “Keep them there.” You whimpered as you understood you’d be getting no friction except the pillow. With a smirk, he buried his hand back in your hair and his cock back in your mouth.

Your hips rolled of their own volitation against the pillow, timed with his thrusts in your mouth. This time, you were looking up at him when he took a photo.

“You look so good, Y/nnie,” he looked in control still, but Seungmin’s beautiful voice was breathy. “I can’t believe Chan’s willing to share you with the way you look.” You moaned around his cock as you managed to hit your clit perfectly on the pillow. You could feel your orgasm building when he said, “Almost. Can I cum in your mouth, Y/nnie?” You moan again, being the only sound you could make to agree. “Don’t swallow right away, okay? Show me.”

After a few more thrusts, he pulled part of the way out and shot his load into your mouth. As soon as he pulled free, you did as he said, opening your mouth to show him his cum pooled on your tongue. He pressed a foot against your hip, stopping your movement, causing you to whine low in your throat. He just chuckled as he snapped a photo. “Swallow.” The way the word lifted up at the end almost made it sound like a request, but you knew it wasn’t. “Good girl.” You shivered at the praise. He grabbed your hands that were still on his hips and helped you to your feet.

You stood on shaky legs and had to lean into him as the pair of you walked to his room, letting him support at least part of your weight.

“You almost came on that pillow, didn’t you?” he asked, opening his bedroom door.

“Mm-hm,” you admitted. Had you been looking at him, you may have been concerned about the grin that flashed across his face at your admission.

Seungmin had you caged under him on his bed, pressing kisses to your neck, down over your collar bones, across the tops of your boobs and the valley between them. You had a tight grip on one of his shoulders, your other hand fisted into the sheets beside you, as he thrust two fingers into your pussy, his thumb pressed against your clit.

He was watching your face from the corner of his eye as his fingers sped up and he crooked them up in a ‘come here’ movement. Still riled up from the just-barely-enough friction of the throw pillow, it didn’t take long for the coil in your belly to start tightening again. You could feel yourself getting closer, rolling your hips against Seungmin’s hand.

“Ah, God. So close,” you moaned out, clenching around his fingers. Just as your orgasm started to crest over you, Seungmin quickly pulled his fingers out of you. “No,” you whined. “Minnie!”

“I was thinking about it in the car, actually,” he said casually, bringing his hand up to gently caress your belly. “I know you have Chan wrapped around every one of your fingers. I’d bet all you have to do is bat your pretty eyes at Felix and probably Hyunjin and they’ll give you whatever you want. I want to think Iyen-ah has more will to resist caving to you, but I’m sure Changbin doesn’t.” He sighed, pressing a kiss to your jaw. “You’re spoiled, aren’t you, pretty girl? All these men at your beck and call, ready to do whatever you want.”

You whined as he started kissing down your torso, kissing over your belly, then making himself comfortable between your thighs. He wrapped his arms around your thighs, keeping them spread open for himself and pressed kisses to your inner thighs, alternating sides. He sucked a bruise high on your thigh before pressing a kiss to your wet folds. He flattened his tongue against you, licking a thick stripe up, and flicking your clit with the tip of his tongue when he reached it.

He focused on your cunt, methodical, like he’d been when he’d been teasing you in the car. He kept changing what he was doing just enough that your pleasure would build, but you weren’t getting close to coming. He’d gently suck on your clit, pressing the tip of his tongue to the bundle of nerves. Then he’d move back to licking at your folds without actually penetrating you. He’d move away to kiss your thighs or lower belly for a brief moment, then dip back down again and shove his tongue into you.

Then he changed tactic and actually focused on getting you to cum. He buried his face into you, eating you out like a man starved. Your thighs started to quiver over his shoulders, pussy clenching against his tongue.

He pulled away. You kicked your legs, as much as you could, in frustration at being denied again. “Seungmin! If you don’t let me cum, I swear I’ll get up out of this bed and call anyone else to come take care of me.”

“No you won’t,” he said confidently. You groaned, slamming your head back against the pillow because you knew he was right. You wanted to cum, of course you did, but you wanted Seungmin. You huffed, annoyed, as he laughed. He came up to your eye level, pressing light, teasing kisses to your cheeks. “How about this – I promise you’ll cum before I do.”

You reached up and grabbed his face between both of your hands. “I’ll hold you to that,” you tried to sound stern but the smile on his face told you it didn’t work at all. With another huff, you tilted his face so you could properly claim his lips again. You wrapped your arms over his shoulders and let yourself get lost in the feeling of his mouth on yours.

You felt him shift above you and then you felt the tip of his cock pressing against your folds. In one smooth, steady motion, he pushed into you, bottoming out immediately. You moaned into his mouth, fingers digging into his back. He broke away from your kiss with a small, pleased smile on his face. He readjusted his hold on your hips as he steadily started thrusting into you. Then he stilled, reaching behind himself.

“Forgot about the old man’s request,” he explained, holding up his phone. You scowled at him, but he wasn’t taking a picture of your face, instead focusing the camera lens on his cock buried in your pussy.

He leaned up, setting the phone on the bedside table. Then he leaned back again, pulled out most of the way, and snapped his hips forward. You gasped out, a little shocked as it was the roughest he’d been since you got to his room. He set a fast pace, pistoning into you as you lifted a leg to wrap over his hip. You could feel your orgasm approaching again, and fast. You tried to downplay it, tried to keep your moans from getting too high pitched. But you couldn’t control the way your walls fluttered around his cock.

Seungmin chuckled when he pulled out, denying you again. He lifted the leg that you’d wrapped over his hip, pressing a kiss to your knee as he used that leg to twist your lower body so both of your legs were bent and on one side of his body.

“Okay?” he asked.

“No! I wanna cum,” you whined.

He chuckled. “I meant, are you okay here? Not uncomfortable or anything?”

“I’m okay,” you agreed, still scowling and feeling petulant.

“Good,” he smiled, leaning over you and sliding back into you.

You wrapped your hand around the back of his neck, pulling him down to kiss you again. As he started to thrust faster, he kept his eyes locked on your face. You weren’t sure why exactly, but something in his expression made you realize that he’d not looked away from you since you got into his apartment, with the very brief exception of when he was taking off both of your shirts. He hadn’t even closed his eyes that you were aware of. Like he needed to see your face the whole time.

The thought of that brought your orgasm just a little closer and had you clenching around him again. This time, he reached down, lifting your leg just enough that he could slide his other hand between them. Quickly, he found your clit, flicking it with the pad of his thumb in time with his thrusts. You were wary as you felt your orgasm building yet again, but this time, he didn’t stop.

You tossed your head back against the pillow, nearly screaming as you felt your orgasm crash through you, felt yourself gush around his cock. After just a few more thrusts, he stilled, coming deep inside you.

After a moment to catch your breath, he straightened your legs, bringing your one leg back to the opposite side of his body so you were laying splayed out on his bed again.

Seungmin reached over to grab his phone where’d he’d put it on his bedside table. You blew a kiss at the phone as he snapped a photo of you lying in his bed, his cum dribbling out of you. After sending it, he leaned back up to kiss you. After a moment, he broke away.

“Lemme get something to get you cleaned up, then cuddles. If you want.”

“That sounds great,” you agreed.

“I could do it.” You both looked over to Seungmin’s door to see Felix standing there, staring at you. “Clean you up, I mean. Please?” He sounded breathy, desperate almost. You wondered how long he’d been home. Seungmin turned from him to look back at you with a shrug that said, ‘sure, if you wanna’.

“Come here, Lixie,” you held a hand out to him, beckoning him closer. The smile that split his face reminded you of a kid in a candy store being told he could have anything he wanted. He wasted absolutely no time in crawling onto the bed between your legs. You giggled when he sprawled partly on Seungmin rather than waiting for the other man to move.

Felix put his hands on the inside of your thighs, pressing down lightly to keep them apart. He leaned in, first licking up Seungmin’s cum that had already dripped out of you.

Seungmin, meanwhile, got out from under Felix and sat up beside your head, reaching for his phone again. This time, rather than taking a picture, he started recording a video. You threw your head back, tangling your fingers in his hair as Felix buried his tongue in your cunt. The slurping sounds coming from him were enough to have you clenching around his tongue.

“Ah – Lix, you like that?” you panted out, after seeing that Seungmin was videoing.

“Mm-hm,” he nodded against you, not taking his tongue out of you.

“Does Minnie’s cum taste good in my pussy?”

“So good,” he moaned, the sound slightly muffled and vibrating against you. You carded your fingers into his hair, holding him against you. Not that he needed the encouragement to not move, you knew he’d happily stay with his mouth between your thighs until someone pulled him away.

So you were surprised when he did pull away from you. He crawled up your body and pressed his lips to yours. With no hesitation, he pressed the tip of his tongue to your lips and you parted them. You groaned out, fingers tightening in his hair, when you tasted the mix of yours and Seungmin’s cum that Felix pushed into your mouth on his tongue. You sucked on his tongue, swallowing back everything he’d brought up to you.

After a moment, Felix pulled back and gave you an angelic smile completely at odds with what he’d just done. Then he dropped back down to your pussy. His actions were far more purposeful now and you decided he had to have been home for a while as he was absolutely trying to get you off as quickly as possible. He, not that long ago, spent an hour lazily eating you out and knew exactly the kind of movements and pressure that would build you up quickly. He focused on your clit with his lips and tongue, sliding two fingers into your pussy and thrusting steadily.

Beside you, Seungmin just watched. “You really are spoiled, aren’t you?”

“Mm-hm,” you moaned out.

“Lucky us, getting to be the ones who spoil you.” You managed a smile up at him. He wrapped a hand around the back of your neck, lifting you up slightly so he could lean down to claim your lips. You tried to kiss him, but it felt like you mostly moaned against his lips, not that he seemed to mind.

Felix chose that time to crook his fingers, rubbing against your g spot, and suck harshly on your clit. Your hips arched off the bed, pressing into his face as your orgasm washed through you. He paused his actions, looking up at you then flicking his eyes to Seungmin.

After a moment, you’d caught your breath and said, “Minnie, I think Lix wants you to fuck him.”

A short while later, you sat on Felix’s abs and watched his face as Seungmin pushed into him. He gripped your thighs, fingers digging in enough to leave bruises, eyes rolling back on a deep groan. You leaned forward, almost laying on his chest, and peppered kisses along his jaw while he took several deep breaths, adjusting to the stretch he was feeling.

Had you thought about the position you were in, maybe you wouldn’t have been surprised. As it was, you squealed in surprised when, without warning, Seungmin thrust two fingers into you. You heard him chuckle behind you but couldn’t find the space in your mind to care right then. He thrust his fingers into you a few times before pulling out, causing you to whine.

“Well, do something about it yourself then,” he teased.

You turned to glare at him, but realized he was completely right. You sat up and scooted back, then lifted your hips, gripped Felix’s cock and sank down on him in one smooth motion. You smiled down at him as you felt his hips kick up.

Behind you, Seungmin started slowly thrusting his hips, pulling little moans from the man under you. For a moment, you were content to just watch Felix’s expressive face. Then his hips bucked up into you. “Y/nnie,” he whined.

You rolled your hips, slowly at first, matching Seungmin’s rhythm as best you could. When he picked up his speed, so did you. You loved watching Felix fall apart under you and imagined the others felt the same way about you.

Seungmin reached around you with both hands, latching onto your boobs again. He alternated rolling and pinching your nipples and you had just enough presence of mind to wonder that he was able to play with you while thrusting into Felix.

“’M close,” Felix gasped out under you, running one hand up your thigh to press his thumb to your clit. He rubbed circles against the bundle of nerves, applying just the right amount of pressure. Between all three sets of stimulation, you were coming undone quickly. As you felt your orgasm building, you were losing your rhythm on Felix, but neither of you cared. It wasn’t until Seungmin leaned forward and harshly sucked on the spot where your neck and shoulder met that you felt that coil snap and you came, clenching around Felix.

With a deep groan, he followed you, filling you with his warmth.

You dropped forward, laying on his chest. He wrapped his arms around you as, behind you, Seungmin started thrusting harder, chasing his own orgasm. You rocked against Felix’s body with every thrust from Seungmin, letting out little moans at the way Felix’s softening cock kept moving in you. After a few moments, Seungmin stilled and you felt more than heard Felix’s moan as he came inside him.

Seungmin draped himself over your back, reaching around you to grip Felix’s side. You had the fleeting thought that you all should clean up, or at least move, but decided you weren’t going to be the one to break up this cuddle. Not with the way Seungmin nuzzled his nose into the side of your neck.

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resident-dumb-fuck · 6 months ago

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richard iii dashboard simulator. i thought it would be funny and here we are

🐗halfhearteddickjoke

what if i caused problems on purpose <3

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oh no... i cant believe the king is having my brother killed... oh noooo

#FUCK YOU GEORGE

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💥ladyanne Follow

man i miss my husband and father in law

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hey

💥ladyanne

shut the fuck up you literally killed them??? get off my post

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can i try rizzing you up

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um. sure?

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i can't believe i'm saying this but this is kind of working.

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anyone else in this thread smoke weed

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you all suck.

@/elizabeth-woodville your son will die and you will be deposed and youre gonna die SAD and ALONE.

@/river-severn @/dorset-sheep and @/billhastings you're gonna get executed

@/halfhearteddickjoke hm. FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU. nobody hang out with this conniving bitch i hate him i hate him so much and i am three seconds away from killing him constantly.

🐦fuckinghim Follow

get off tumblr margaret we're in court

🌹lancaster-official

he's not gonna want you as his boytoy forever

🐦fuckinghim

WE'RE NOT EVEN IN A RELATIONSHIP??????

🌹lancaster-official

i've seen you talk to him. i know what you are

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just heard george duke of clarence say "snork mimi" aloud i'm gonna [remembers that suicide jokes do nothing for my mental health] request to be moved away from guarding his cell

🗼mr-london-tower

update: so it turns out the malmsey wine is unusable, for related reasons to this man.

#fuckin. dead body in the malmsey. cant have nice things around here #i hate my job so bad

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yayyy everybody is friends now :)

🐗halfhearted-dick-joke

dude you literally killed clarence??? you cant be having other people making friends youre a murderer

eddie-baby-deactivated

WHAT THE FUCK I THOUGHT I CANCELED THAT ORDER???

🐗halfhearted-dick-joke

you killed that guy man what the fuck. you cant be doing that

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👗elizabeth-woodville Follow

I regret to inform you all that the king has died.

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dude my sons GOTTA stop dying. this is so fucked.

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🐗halfhearteddickjoke

i do so love to cause problems on purpose :)

#sorry to any family members of lords rivers, vaughan, and grey. um. you will not be seeing them anymore! <3

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preteens are so scary for no reason??? had to interact with two for work and like. they suck so bad. "i fear no uncles dead" shut the fuck up you smartass little shit. also had to explain to them the history of the tower of london which. i don't fucking know that shit! i don't know who built the tower of london! it sure as fuck wasn't julius caesar!

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SOMEONE has got to stop waking me up in the middle of the night to hear their dreams

#️⃣billhastings

oh what the fuck.

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🍓bishop-ely Follow

crazy day at work today

#never go outside to get strawberries worst mistake of my life #came back in the room and they were accusing hastings of witchcraft. like sure yeah i guess

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richard duke of gloucester should be king because not only are edward v and richard duke of york illegitimate but also so was edward iv. also richard duke of gloucester is just. kind of an all around good guy! as opposed to edward iv who ah. how do i put this in a manner that isn't horribly offensive. yeah okay figured it out. not a great person! unpleasant to be around!

also if you wanna know what was up with hastings he was a traitor don't worry about it.

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RICHARD. RICHARD WHEN I CATCH YOU RICHARD. WHAT DO YOU MEAN KING OF ENGLAND

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shit dude that one vine wasn't lying. what the fuck richard

#i have to leave immediately. jesus fucking christ man.

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🐗halfhearteddickjoke

yay king of england :) i will be very good at this i feel

#everybody's always like "what the fuck richard you can't kill two kids" or "why would you do that" and never like "was it fun having those preteens killed. it looked fun"

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@/halfhearteddickjoke FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU FUCK YOU

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🐗halfhearteddickjoke

wow everything is going so bad. what the entire shit @/fuckinghim

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ughhh margaret was right. NOT ABOUT THE BOYTOY THING

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hi ive been here the whole time. ive done the math and i do technically have a claim to the throne :)

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🐗halfhearteddickjoke

i cant believe im saying this but i did just have an ebenezer scrooge moment. god i hate it here.

#maybe i am a bad person

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wow richard has died :) i cant believe i am the king now! yayyyy

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final message from op! sorry everyone. im so annoying about this forever

#richard iii #unreality #sorry everyone!#shakespeare #long post #like. so long that i sent this to my friend who didn't have a tumblr and halfway through tumblr was like “no you need an account”

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jakesduskwood · 1 year ago

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even statues crumble if they're made to wait

Pairing: Jake x Fem!MC

Genre: Post-Episode 10 Duskwood, Post-Episode 1 Moonvale

Words: 8,916

Summary: It's been three months since the explosion in the mine. Three months since Hannah was found. And MC's accepted that Jake is never coming back. When she gets roped into another missing person's case, it makes for the perfect distraction. Jake is dead. It's fine. That is, until she finds herself on the phone with Alan Bloomgate who says he has something to show her. But it's fine. Jake is dead.

Until he's not.

EPISODE-1 MOONVALE SPOILERS AHEAD (MAYBE)!

[ A/N: Hello! :)

I know it's been a while since I've done this, but I finished Moonvale Episode 1 and if you've seen the ending (and used its Duskwood code), you know what happened and how excited I was to receive that bit of Duskwood. So, I took it and ran with it, and out came this extremely long fic. I did not proofread this as it took me literally almost 12 hours to write so it is completely and 100% me and my love for Jake and I hope you love it.

Side note: I suck with anything related to timelines, so I made one up on my own. I know Episode 1 of Moonvale takes place over the course of a day or two, but for the purpose of this fic, it made sense to make it longer, so it's not a typo, or me losing my mind, it's just the way my brain processed this.

Enjoy! :) ]

It’s been three months since the explosion in the mine.

Three months since Richy had been killed. Three months since Hannah was rescued. Three months since I had last spoken to Thomas or Cleo or Lilly or…or Jessy. I didn’t blame her then and I don’t blame her now. Any of them, really. I didn’t share the bond they had with each other. I wasn’t from Duskwood. It didn’t matter that we’d experienced a tragedy together—and yes, perhaps them more than me, but I loved Richy too. I had lost Richy too. And Jake—

But mostly, I think they just wanted to forget. To move on. They didn’t want to remember that their friend had been capable of…of that. And I was a constant reminder of that to them. So I understood why we didn’t necessarily talk anymore.

The one person I did keep in contact with from Duskwood, oddly enough, other than the occasional update from Alan Bloomgate, was Dan. We weren’t best friends or anything, but he allowed me to check in on our friends in a way that I didn’t know how to do with anyone else. Maybe because I thought he was the least affected among them. I knew he cared about Hannah, but he wasn’t to her what Thomas or Cleo or Lilly were. And he wasn’t to Richy what Jessy had been.

I’d learned from him that Thomas and Hannah had broken up. There was no bad blood, but Thomas hadn’t quite figured out how to accept the things he’d learned about his girlfriend when she’d been gone, and Hannah hadn’t quite figured out how to re-trust someone after Richy. Even if that person was Thomas. But I’d hoped they would find their way back to each other in the end.

I thought about reaching out to Jessy every once in a while—even just as an apology for everything that had happened. I’m sorry that Hannah was found at the expense of Richy. I’m sorry that he did this to you. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it sooner. We should have. We should have. We should have. I miss you. But I never send it. I’m not all that sure she’d respond anyway.

Cleo and I were never all that close. She has her best friend back, so I think she’s probably as okay as she can be. Helping Hannah find a new kind of normal in a time where her childhood friend had kidnapped her in order to prove a point. I don’t know how you come back from that—I don’t know how you come back from knowing that you killed somebody at all.

I hadn’t found the courage to ask if somebody had told Hannah about Jake.

Not that I think it would matter anyway. I hadn’t heard from him since before the explosion in the mine, which was, like I said—three months ago. I waited the appropriate amount of time—twenty-five days—before I broke down and concluded that maybe he hadn’t survived. Which just piled a shit-ton of guilt onto my shoulders because it was supposed to be me in that mine. He had gone in place of me and now he was dead.

It was the only explanation that made sense. I was used to Jake disappearing for days at a time, but never as long as he had been now. And he didn’t seem like the type to tell me he loved me and then leave without a single explanation. Not unless he had to. But it had been three months and as much as I missed him, as much as my chest ached with the thought that we would never eat Chinese food out of shitty motels and have that on-the-run ending we talked about, I had accepted that he wasn’t coming back.

I wonder if he had known about Richy or if he had died still thinking Michael Hanson was the one who had kidnapped Hannah. I wonder if his last thoughts were of me. Maybe it’s selfish, but I kind of hope they were, because I’m pretty sure I’ll think about him for the rest of my life.

I wonder what it would have felt like to run my hands through his hair. To kiss him. To spend every waking moment with him and know it was because I loved him. Because I would have. Talking to Jake became about more than just finding Hannah. It became a part of my day I looked forward to more than anything else. He confided in me in a way that told me he never had with anyone, maybe not even Hannah, and I needed that from somebody. I needed somebody to trust in me the way that Jake did. I needed somebody to love me the way that Jake did.

It was strange—and maybe a little ironic—the thought that something so beautiful could come out of something so tragic.

Anyway, my point is: it’s been a long couple of months. Of thinking about my friends. Of thinking about Jake. Of wondering if I should have done things differently. I should have gone to Duskwood to help. Not even with the mine, but sooner. I could have. I could’ve gone when Jessy was attacked on the way home. I could’ve gone when the group made plans to cut out of town and hide away in the house Richy had found. Selfishly, I should have. In that moment, when they were settled around the fire and Lilly called me, I had never remembered wanting anything more. I should have grabbed Jake—metaphorically, maybe even literally—and rode it out with them to the end.

I don’t stop missing them after three months. Of wishing things could have been different. Wishing I could have done more. But exactly ninety-five days after the explosion in the mine, seventy days since I had accepted that Jake was never coming back, twenty-two days since I had last heard from anybody from Duskwood (Dan included), my phone dings with a new message.

And the cycle starts all over again.

It’s somebody named Eric, who claims he needs my help to find his friend Adam, who disappeared while he was waiting for a ride in someplace called Redlog Pines. And much like with Duskwood, I have never heard of Redlog, and the case reminds me way too much of Thomas’ first message to me, so much that it makes my chest ache, but I can’t say no because there’s somebody missing, and if I’d say no the first time, God knows where Hannah would be.

So, I say yes, and I help out where I can, and Eric decides he needs to bring about four more friends in on his little plan and I try my best to stay emotionally unattached because I remember everything that happened the last time and I can’t go through that again. I offer up information when I can and keep my words short and careful because I’m not ready to get attached to somebody else I know I might never meet.

I know how this ends.

Two days in, Ash, one of Eric’s friends, brings up my Duskwood past and the unhealed wound I’ve been trying to mend breaks open again. She asks about Richy, and about the mine, and then because I’m me and I can’t help myself, I tell her about Jake. She tells me the news never mentioned another body and I shove that thought to the back of my head because hoping for something that will never come true will kill me.

Four days into Adam’s disappearance, and the police not giving a shit—as Charlie, somebody who reminds me far too much of Richy for comfort, points out—my phone beeps with an incoming call from somebody I haven’t spoken to in a while.

“Go for [MC].” I answer my phone.

Ever since Hannah had been found in the mine and Jake had…you know, my phone had been more silent than I’d gotten used to. Until this new case. But even that—it was only a few days old and I didn’t want to go down the same path with them that I did with my friends in Duskwood. We didn’t really know each other that long, sure—even though sometimes it’d felt like it—but it felt like I’d finally been a part of something. Like, I had found these people who had chosen me for me.

And originally, maybe they had. Maybe they’d had every intention of keeping me around, but then Richy was the Man Without A Face and Alan Bloomgate had rescued Hannah and nothing was the same as it had been when we’d met each other. We knew too many secrets about each other by the time the town settled. Secrets we would have to take to the grave.

Or maybe I’m losing my mind a bit and I had really only been a means to an end.

Either way.

“Alan?” I raise my voice when there’s nothing but breathing on the other end of the line. “Did you mean to call me?”

His tone is clipped. “I found something.”

“You found something.” I repeat.

My heart clenches. For all I know, it might fall into my stomach. As far I know, from watching the news, from what Ash told me, Jake’s body was never found. Richy’s was. Or what was left of him to find, anyway. I had assumed that there just hadn’t been enough of Jake left. The thought left me nauseous, but it was better than hoping for something I knew I could never have.

“I’m sending it to your phone now.” He responds. “Let me know what you think of this.”

And then he hangs up.

That was a riveting conversation, I think as my phone dings with a message. I do my best to ignore my other messages—contacts from Duskwood I’m still not ready to acknowledge—and click Alan Bloomgate. He sent me a video that looks like—oh God.

Immediately, I’m overcome with emotion as an all-too-familiar forest pops up on my phone. It’s a video of Alan’s bodycam footage. He’s searching the Duskwood forest. A forest I’ve seen too many times in the background of other video calls.

I watch as he stumbles upon an object that’s too dark to make out at first. When he gets closer, it’s clear that it’s a backpack. It’s simple. Black. Nothing about it that screams this is mine and I left it here about anybody in particular. You stupid, stupid idiot, I tell my heart when it rattles against my chest in hope. He’s dead.

Alan stands and treks away from the backpack—I want to scream at him to go back, to open it and look through it and tell me if it’s what my heart aches to believe, but I can’t, because this is a video and I’m simply watching with wide eyes, waiting for…for something. But then. But then, he moves further into the forest and I watch as he stumbles upon an object that makes my knees tremble and tears rush to my eyes and my hands shake. A black hoodie. It looks like it’s been through hell, with holes scattered up the sleeves and dirt cakes into the hood, but it’s unmistakably his.

And then—Alan lifts the hood and picks up something that makes me sink to my knees with a sob that wracks my entire frame. Because I’m staring at Jake’s mask. The mask he doesn’t go anywhere without. The mask that protects him. And so my relief is short-lived, because I realize that even if he’s alive—which seems like a very big possibility at this point—he’s alive without the things that he needs to survive.

And then the anger kicks in. Because if he’s been alive, on his own, for three months—why has he not contacted me? Unless he survived the mine but he didn’t survive the after. But that didn’t make any sense. So, okay, he wasn’t dead. But that didn’t make any sense either. He told me he wouldn’t let them catch him. Because catching that meant he would be apart from me. Did something happen that prevented him from being able to reach out and tell me he was at least okay? A quick text that said didn’t die in the explosion in the mine, you don’t need to mourn me, by the way, going off radar for another year. Did he think I would have given up on him?

I wipe my eyes and shoot a message to Alan.

ME: Recently?? Did nobody search the forests before?

ALAN: Searched the forests for what, [MC]? The logical assumption seemed to be that if anybody was inside the mine when Richy set the fire, they would have perished alongside him. Officers were stationed outside every known entrance and exit. Besides, after the story you and your friends spun around this town, do you think anybody would have gone back into its forests?

ME: But it’s possible?

ALAN: I would say these items had been there for some time. But I would say it is likely he ditched them when he fled the mine, yes.

Another sob tears through my throat. Jake is alive. I don’t know quite what that means for us as of now, but I know it’s the best news I’ve heard since Hannah was found. Jake is alive. He’s out there somewhere. And even if it’s been three months, and even if I’m a little bit mad at him right now, I know that if he was here, I would throw my arms around his neck and hold on to him until someone dragged me off, and even then—I would fight kicking and screaming.

I close out of my messages with Alan and pull up a conversation I haven’t had the heart to look at in quite some time.

ME: Jake’s alive.

LILLY: …

LILLY: Have you spoken to him?

ME: Alan called. He found some of Jake’s things in Duskwood. I don’t know a lot of details. But I know he made it out of the mine.

Lilly types for a long while, but she doesn’t respond. I don’t take it personally. I think it’s probably hard for her to be happy that her brother’s okay while also trying to accept that her sister may never be okay again. Her sister, who had once-upon-a-time been kind-of-sort-of in love with their brother she didn’t know she had. I think that would probably mess with any family’s heads. And on top of all that, you throw in manslaughter and a kidnapping. I wouldn’t wish anybody, not even my worst enemy, to have had to go through what the Donforts had.

When it becomes adamant that Lilly isn’t going to respond, I start scrolling through messages with the rest of the group in Duskwood. I click on Jessy. I’m here if you need me. That had been the last thing I sent to her, a couple of days after Richy’s death. She hadn’t responded. I click out of Jessy’s contact and click on Thomas’ instead. Thank you for everything. That had been his last message to me after we found Hannah. I’d liked it. I hadn’t expected at the time it would be the last thing we’d ever say to each other. I click out of Thomas’ and click on Richy. So, you want to turn yourself in? I’d asked. That was before he called me. Before he lit a match and burned himself and the mine to the ground. Some people would call that heroic. I mostly call him a coward.

I click on Jake’s name. It’s been a while since I read messages between the two of us. Maybe before I had accepted—thought—he was dead. In that twenty-five-day period when I’d hoped with all I’d had that he would come back. I love you. That was the last message he sent me. I’d responded with I love you too, Jake. Then, four days later: Are you okay? A week later: Jake, please, you’re starting to scare me. I know you said you would contact when you could, but it’s been a week. After twenty-five days, when I had finally accepted our fate, I’d sent one final message: I hope you know that I love you, and I will always care about you, but I think it’s time for me to move on. I’m so sorry that I sent you into the mine. It should have been me. And I will probably feel the guilt from that for the rest of my life. Thank you for everything. Take care of yourself, wherever you are.

After that, I had closed out of our messages and hadn’t looked back. Partly because I couldn’t bear the pain of it. It felt like I had given up on him. I hadn’t—if I had thought for a second that he was alive, if I knew then what I know now, I would have never sent that message. But holding out hope for somebody who I thought was a ghost at the time? That was slowly killing me.

It’s only then that I notice the screen flickering. Much like the way it used to whenever Jake would hack into my phone. I don’t think he’s much in the mood to be hacking right now, but somehow, I know it’s him. When had he done this? Recently? If I had opened our messages, would I have seen this ten—twenty—even fifty days ago? It hadn’t looked like this the last time I texted him. Did he see my last message about needing to move on? Was that why he hadn’t reached out to tell me that he was okay? Because he thought I was moving on happily without him?

No, my brain supplies. He wouldn’t. He would reach out anyway, because he knows how much the thought of him not being okay would have destroyed you.

The screen flickers once more and then a message pops up, bright and blue-tinted and clear as day on my phone.

[MC]

I WILL FIND YOU

And the world around me shifts.

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Maybe it sounds crazy, considering I’ve never seen his face before, but I always thought that if I’d ran into Jake one day, maybe on the street or at one of those motels he stayed at or maybe even in Duskwood, surrounded by all our friends, I would know it was him. I would, because it’s him, and it’s me, and we’re the only two people who understand each other quite the way we do.

I still believe that.

I believe it when I book my flight to Duskwood (or rather, twenty miles outside of town, which is the closest airport). I believe it when I board the airplane and find a seat next to a mother with her screaming child and when I shoot off a quick text to Eric to let him know I’ll be MIA for the next few hours, but to message me if he needs anything—and I think about how much easier this case would probably be to solve if we had Jake.

Maybe it would have been harder to find Hannah without me, but I know damn well they would’ve never found her without Jake.

Dan picks me up from the airport. I haven’t told the others yet. Something about it felt off—like I shouldn’t message them and say hey, I know we haven’t spoken in a while, but I’m booking a flight to look into why my maybe-slash-not-really boyfriend left his belongings in a forest we really wish we could forget about, and by the way, can I crash at your place?

It’s quiet on the car ride back into town. I’m looking through my messages from Eric and the group from Redlog Pines and thinking about how I’m Duskwood with this group and I want so badly to laugh because it’s ironic, but Dan wouldn’t understand. He might just call me crazy. Better yet, he would ask how I manage to get myself into these situations, and really, I don’t have an answer for him.

“How have you been?” I ask, just to break the tension, as Charlie, in my messages, tries to persuade his friends to head back into that creepy cave in the middle of the forest. He’s going to get someone killed, I think.

Dan looks over at me. “Are you still with Hackerman?”

My chest squeezes. “His name is Jake, Dan. And we were never really together.”

“Hm.” He nods like he doesn’t quite believe me. “You already know mostly everything that’s been happening here. Thomas and Hannah called it quits. They say it was some mutual decision, but it’s hard to find them in the same room together. Jessy hasn’t been out with us since. I think we remind her too much of Richy. The group’s all changed.”

“And you?” I ask.

He gives me a cheshire-like grin that doesn’t quite meet his eyes. “I’m always the same.”

We make it to Duskwood just as the sun’s going down. Much too late for me to try and trek through the forest and retrace the steps Jake might have taken that night. Not that I think it would help give me any clues as to where he might have gone, but mostly because I wonder if it will make me feel closer to him. We’ve never been in the same place before, and even if he’s not there now—he once was.

“Can you drop me at the police station?”

Dan blinks. “The police station.”

I nod. “Yeah.”

“We answered their questions for weeks, [MC]. I don’t think anything you have to tell them at this point is going to help. The investigation’s closed. Everybody knows Richy did it. He died with the fire in the mine. Everybody’s trying to move on from that.” He works his jaw. “Did you come here to open old wounds after all this time?”

I try not to show the hurt look on my face. “This isn’t about Richy. Look, Alan called me. He asked if I could look at some things. I figured it was better for me to do it in person. That’s it. Nothing to do with Richy. Nothing to do with Jessy. Nothing to do with you.”

He sighs, and I’m not entirely sure he’s going to abide by my wishes until we pull in front of a tiny building—tinier than most—that says Duskwood Police on the sign. Duskwood must not have that much crime. Well, not until this, I suppose.

“Thank you.” I tell him as I reach over to undo my seatbelt and climb out of the car. “This is a nice ride, by the way.”

He raises a hand in some mock-salute. “Need me to pick you up?”

“Nah.” I shake my head. “Think I’ll explore the town for a little bit.”

“Suit yourself.” He shrugs and then he’s off.

I square my shoulders and take a deep breath before opening the door to the police station. It wasn’t like Alan asked me to come down here. He hadn’t. Even during the investigation into Richy’s death and Hannah’s kidnapping, when he questioned us, he never asked me to come to Duskwood. We’d done way too many video calls and phone calls and at one point, I had asked if he thought it would be easier for me to come to Duskwood, to which he responded back, are you ready for that?

No, I hadn’t been. I’m not even so sure I was now. But knowing that Jake was alive, that here was the last place was, I had to try.

“Can I help you?” The woman at the front desk asks.

I clear my throat. “I was wondering if I could speak to Alan Bloomgate. I’m one of—I was involved in the Hannah Donfort case. My name is [MC].”

Her eyes widen. “Give me a moment.” She stands and heads to some back office—which looks to me more like a closet—and then returns with a clipped smile. “He’ll be right out.”

Apparently, she isn’t lying, because not two minutes later, Alan is stepping out from the same door and staring me down. I hold his gaze and hope it says that I’m not here to argue. I will tell him my truth, but only my truth, not Hannah’s, not Jake’s, not anybody else’s.

“I was wondering when I would see you.” He says.

I shrug one shoulder. “Isn’t a few months later better than never?”

“Let’s go into my office.” He says, and leads me around the desk and back into the closet space he had come out of. He sits behind the desk and motions for me to take a seat opposite him. “I’m just going to guess you’re not here to talk about Miss Donfort.”

“I want to see them.” I tell him. “His things. I want to see them for myself. And whatever you want from me in return, I’ll give to you.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game here, [MC].”

“He isn’t a game to me.” I snap back and then sit back and try to relax. “I appreciate that you called me. It’s—I helped you find Hannah. I would do it again. Even with knowing the things that we do now, I would do it all again. That’s how much that group means to me. That’s how much he means to me. I’m not asking you to break any rules or to lie for him or to—to let him hide in your basement for the next five years. I’m just asking you to show me what you found.”

He stares me down for a moment. Then, he sighs, says “wait here for a minute” and disappears to another room. When he comes back, it’s with an evidence bag in his hand filled with the objects I saw on his bodycam footage. My breath hitches in my throat.

“I can’t let you touch them.” He says as he lays them in front of me.

I stare into the eyes of the mask. “Did you tell anybody that he’s alive?”

“I don’t know that he’s alive,” is all the answer he gives, which is an answer to my question. I slide my gaze down to the black hoodie, to the dirtied sleeves and muddy hood, and think about the fact that Jake wore this. I’m so close to him.

And yet I’ve never been further away from him.

“Thank you.” I tell him. “For—for this. And for listening to me about Hannah. If you hadn’t, I—I don’t know what would have happened. How much longer he would have gone on for. If he would have ever stopped.”

Alan’s silent for a minute. Then, he clears his throat. “You know, it was strange to me. Both Hannah and yourself swore to me that neither of you knew the other.”

“I don’t.” I swear.

It was one of the (albeit many) things that didn’t make sense to me. How Hannah got a hold of my number. How she sent it to Thomas. She’d told Alan she hadn’t really remembered texting him my number at all.

“I believe you.” He reassures. “I just think it’s strange. One mistake, if you can call it that, and you throw yourself into a missing persons case to help a stranger.”

“They’re not strangers.” Even though Hannah is kind of still a stranger.

“But they were.” Alan reasons. “You had no reason to say yes to helping Thomas. I doubt anybody would have held it against you if you turned the other way. But you decided to follow this until the end. To make sure they found Hannah. And you care about them. Maybe that’s why I find that I’m more lenient with you than maybe I should be. Why you’re sitting across from me right now calling the shots. Why I’m not asking you about the hacker.”

“I wouldn’t tell you if you did.” I look him in the eye so he knows I’m telling the truth.

He returns my gaze. “Maybe that’s the other reason.”

“Hm.” I acknowledge before I turn my gaze away—from him, from the objects that I know belong to Jake and it takes everything in me not to snatch them up and run. “Well. Thank you for allowing me to steal some of your time. For letting me—” I cut myself off before I say something that makes me break down in a fit of tears in front of him. “—just thank you.”

Leaving the station is easier than coming in. I’m still not any closer to knowing where Jake is than I was when I arrived here, but there’s a comfort in knowing he walked these streets. I wonder what he would think if he knew I was here. He hadn’t wanted me to come to Duskwood when everything was happening…but now that it was over, would he be happy that I was here? That I had come to Duskwood to piece together where he might have gone? Would he track my location and come to find me and…or was I grasping at straws?

It felt like I had just gotten him back. Not really, not entirely…but knowing that he was alive, that he was out there somewhere, maybe thinking of me and looking for ways to come back, to live the life we talked about when he asked me if I was sure…that was worth it. The thought that we could maybe someday have that—even if it was a twenty percent chance.

I check my phone again to see a new message from Ash. She’s asking me if I’ve heard from Charlie in the last few hours. Apparently, he’s AWOL, and I want to help, really, but…it doesn’t really feel like that’s where I am at the moment. Not just physically—obviously—but mentally. We got lucky with Hannah. And that was really only because we had Jake. Adam didn’t have a Jake. Or…maybe he did and I just hadn’t met him yet. But I already had a Jake and I didn’t want another one.

Maybe—if I found him, I could convince him to help. That was a big maybe. Not because I thought Jake would say no. He would say yes to anything I asked of him. The maybe was whether or not I could find him. More likely, the maybe was whether or not he would find me.

Three months ago, I would have been able to come to Duskwood and have no shortage of things I wanted to do and people I wanted to see. Now, as I stand outside Duskwood’s police station, I feel nothing but loneliness. Nobody knows I’m here. I could pass Thomas on the street and he wouldn’t even know it. I could run into Jessy at the library and she would walk by me without even a second thought. Why would they? I hadn’t told them I was here.

So, with nothing left to do, I walked. Toward the town center. Toward the library that Jessy showed me on our walk through Duskwood. Toward the Rainbow Café where I knew that Cleo and Hannah had spent a lot of their time. Toward the Black Swan. Toward—

Ah, what the hell.

I had nothing better to do and The Aurora seemed like a great place to drown my sorrows. To think about my next steps. To figure out—now that I was in Duskwood—what I planned to do. The thing about Jake being so secretive (and on the run) was that I couldn’t retrace his steps. I wasn’t able to ask if anyone had seen him. One, because he would make sure nobody had. And two, because three months was a long time to forget somebody’s face if you didn’t know who you were looking for.

I pull open the door to the bar and step inside. Immediately, I’m hit with the stench of whiskey and a handful of chatter. Duskwood’s a small town. And The Aurora definitely proves it. The bartenders move melodically around each other, serving patrons on the other side of the bar. If you walk down further, there’s a handful of tables.

And dead in the center is a table with my friends. Or, some of them. Dan and Cleo and Lilly. Could I still call them my friends? Ex-friends, maybe? Acquaintances? I didn’t know what they were. Or how to address them. It wasn’t like we had gotten into a fight. We didn’t stop talking for any reason other than that we did. We stopped talking.

I make a beeline for the bar to avoid a confrontation and plant myself on one of the stools. One of the bartenders—a girl cute with bleach blonde hair and brown Bambi eyes—asks what I want and I channel my inner Dan to order a whiskey—neat.

Looking over my shoulder, I focus on the table of them. On Lilly, who’s smiling at something Cleo said. On Dan, who’s the only one of them who actually knows I’m here. But even he’s focused on the conversation they’re having. It’s strange—to see Dan a part of something I’m not sure he would have been before. It’s nice.

“[MC]?”

I turn my head away from the table of my friends and focus my attention across the bar on someone I should’ve expected to see. “Phil.”

“I thought I recognized your voice from when we talked.” He smiles. “I wasn’t sure, but I saw you staring longingly at them—” He nods towards Dan and Cleo and Lilly. “—and I knew. What brings you around here? I expected you to show up maybe a few months ago, but by now, I thought you’d moved on without us.”

I was tired of the words move on. Like I’d had a choice. Like the people from this town might open their arms and welcome me back into their lives. So I’d been part of the group who’d saved Hannah Donfort. So had a lot of people. It didn’t make me special and everyone here knew it.

I offer him a smile in return. “I’m looking for somebody.”

“Anybody I know?” He asks.

I shake my head. “Nah. At least nobody you would recognize.” I pause. “How’s Jessy?”

“She’s—Jessy.” He answers, like that is an answer. “I don’t know if she’ll ever really be okay with the way things happened with Richy. I wouldn’t expect her to. Obviously. But I don’t know. I think I just thought she would have gone back to her normal life by now. And then I remember that most of her life revolved around him. He was her best friend. She worked for him. And I’m trying to be patient about that. But—” He shakes his head. “Maybe you should talk to her.”

“She doesn’t know I’m in town.”

“Okay.” He hums. “So, you’re not in town for my sister. And you’re not in town for your group of friends because they’re over there and you look like you’d rather be anywhere else. There’s always Hannah, but I don’t think you knew her that well. Or at all. Would I be right to assume this is about a certain hacker who helped to find Hannah?”

“He didn’t help find Hannah.” I defend. “He was the entire reason we found Hannah. I would have never been able to do it on my own. Even with the others’ help. He’s the only reason we found out about—” I pause before I say something I maybe shouldn’t. “It doesn’t matter. He’s the only reason we found her. Everything I did was just dumb luck.”

“That wasn’t what the news said.” A voice cuts in and I turn my attention from Phil to focus on the stranger that slides into the seat beside me. Not too close—a couple inches away. I don’t recognize him. I don’t know him. But I don’t know every person in Duskwood. Maybe a total of like nine or ten. “I’m sorry to interrupt. But I heard you had a lot to do with finding Hannah Donfort. The news said you were some kind of hero.”

I offer him a tight smile. “That’s nice of them. But…if they knew my—friend—knew what he did to find her, I don’t think I would be as much of a hero as everybody says.”

“That’s noble.” He says, eyes meeting mine, and it strikes me at once how handsome he is. He has dark hair. Bright green eyes. Focus, [MC]. I scold. You have a…a someone.

My phone buzzes.

ERIC SENT A PHOTO.

ERIC: What do you make of this?

I sigh and click on the photo. It’s of—some object. Much like the one that was addressed to me on the envelope in Adam’s glove compartment. The image is a bit different—but I don’t know enough about what it means to have an answer as to why.

ME: Was this one addressed to me?

ERIC: Nope. Ash.

“Are you okay?” Phil asks.

I clear my throat. “I’m a popular person—apparently.” A thought strikes. “Have you ever heard of a place called Redlog Pines?”

Phil frowns. “No.”

I turn to look at the stranger. “You?”

“Redlog Pines is a small town about two hundred miles north of Duskwood.” He answers. “Known for their wooded forests, much like Duskwood.”

“Why are you looking into a place with forests as creepy as ours?” Phil asks, incredulously. “Didn’t you get enough of that with Hannah’s case?”

“Yeah.” I sigh. “You would think.”

“Hey, [MC]!”

I wince at the sound of Dan’s voice. Shooting Phil a look that screams please help me to which he shakes his head amusedly, I turn and plaster on a fake smile as I take in the shocked looks on Cleo and Lilly’s faces. I should have known better than to come to The Aurora and talk to Phil when the three of them were having a conversation across the room. I should have known they would sooner or later see me. I just hoped it was later.

“Hey.” I hop off my stool and make my way across the bar to them. “It’s, uh, fancy seeing the three of you here.”

“What are you doing here?” Cleo asks.

“I haven’t really figured that out.” My eyes meet Lilly’s. “It sounds crazy to say it out loud. But I was hoping that—I’m not sure if Lilly told you—”

“That Jake’s alive.” Cleo nods. “None of us ever really thought he wasn’t.”

I don’t think she means it as a dig—but it still feels like one. Like she’s saying you gave up on him you gave up on him you gave up on him even though she’s not and she didn’t really know him and the only person I can talk to at this table who even might understand is Lilly and even—Jake didn’t confide in her the way he did me.

“Right.” I acknowledge. “So I thought that maybe if I came here, I could trace his steps from when he was here and—I haven’t really thought that far ahead. It’s not like I thought he left me any clues in the forest or anything like that. I don’t think he expected me to be here. He hadn’t wanted me to be the last time we talked. But that was before everything happened.”

Lilly’s eyes track behind me. “Does Jake still have Nymos on your phone?”

“Uh.” I furrow my brows. “I think so. I hadn’t heard from him in a while, but I went back and read through our messages after I talked to Alan and…my phone glitched, like it used to when Jake had hacked it. And then this message appeared on my screen.”

“And by chance, can Nymos track your location?”

“What—” I shake my head. “Maybe. I don’t think I ever really asked him. It didn’t seem necessary at the time.”

“Uh huh.” She focuses on me once more. “Let’s say, for one minute, that Jake has access to Nymos who has access to your location.”

Cleo must catch onto something I’m not sure of. “Jake didn’t want you here.”

“Uh, thank you?”

“You know that’s not what I mean.” She waves me off. “He didn’t want you in Duskwood. He had been adamant about that when we were talking about the mine. That’s why he went. If you showed up in Duskwood—”

“Nymos would have alerted him.” Dan finishes.

“Okay…” I’m not entirely sure I’m on the same page as them. “So—you think that Jake found out when I came to Duskwood.”

“Correct.” Lilly beams like she just solved life’s greatest mystery.

“And you think he would—come find me?”

She smiles sympathetically at me—like I’m the world’s biggest idiot for not realizing what she has been trying to say sooner. “I think he already has.”

“You think Jake’s in Duskwood.” I deadpan.

“[MC].” Cleo grabs my shoulders and turns me around. “We think he’s in this bar.”

Stranger, as I had nicknamed him—AKA the guy sitting beside me at the bar, with Phil and Redlog Pines (which he probably only knew about because of me) and the whole Hannah being kidnapped and not taking any of the credit thing—was looking back at me. So was Phil. Like they thought I was the crazy one. Like it would’ve been so hard for him to look and me and say it’s me or anything that might have clued me into the fact that—

“Jake?” I whisper, because I’ve lost quite a bit of sleep over the past couple of months and I’m not one hundred percent sure what—or who—I’m seeing is real. “Are you here?”

He tilts his head and smiles at me. Actually smiles. A bit shyly, like it’s something he’s not used to doing, but maybe like it’s something he could get used to. And I think about how terrible I probably look right now because I’m not wearing makeup and my hair is tousled from constantly pulling at it and my clothes are wrinkled from the plane and the police station and I look like a mess. But our relationship has never been about looks. Clearly. I didn’t even know the person I’d been talking to until Lilly and Cleo and even Dan pointed out the obvious.

“If I—” I close my eyes and open them again. Nope. Still there. “I need you to still be there by the time I reach you because it’s been a—” I sniffle. “—it’s been a rough few months and I don’t think I could handle you disappearing again.”

He stands from the stool he was sitting on and shuffles his feet. Like he’s not quite sure where he’s supposed to stand. If he thinks about moving, I’ll tackle him onto the floor of The Aurora and then apologize to Phil later. It feels like everything I wanted is right here in front of me. And I’m scared to death that it’s not real.

“What’s one thing you would take with you if you were stranded on an island?”

His smile stretches. “My computer.”

And that—that’s what breaks me. I think I might start blubbering like an idiot but I don’t remember the time it takes for me to cross the measly twenty feet between us. All I remember is grabbing his black hoodie—because of course—and dragging him to me. I don’t kiss him, despite how much I want to, because I don’t want our first kiss to be tainted with my snot and tears. Instead, I bury my face in his collarbone and wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life.

Because I can. Because he isn’t dead.

“Y—You’re here.” I pull back and cup his face with my hands. “How are you here?”

“You came to Duskwood.” He responds, and then—hesitantly—he presses his lips to my forehead in a kiss. “Alan called you.”

“He found your things in the forest.” I whisper back. “He said they’d been there a while. The police hadn’t searched the forest because they assume you died in the mine.”

“They aren’t looking for me here.” He confirms. “I didn’t expect it to take so long for them to find my belongings, but I anticipated that you would find out. At the time, it wasn’t safe for me to reach out and contact you. They kept on my trail for a while before they assumed I died in the mine with Richy.”

“Why didn’t you contact me then?” I ask. “Is it because of what I last messaged you? I didn’t mean it—I swear, I thought you were dead. If I had known you were alive, I would have waited, however long it took. I wasn’t trying to give up on you.”

“Hey.” He places both hands on either side of my face. “I know. I know that, [MC]. That was never why I didn’t reach out to you. I know you said you wanted this life with me. But I didn’t want that for you. But I was selfish. I couldn’t let you go. So I was trying to find a way to make both of those things true. But I was always coming back to you.”

“And did you?”

“Come back to you?” He asks.

I sniffle. “Find a way to make both of those things true.”

“Not entirely.” He admits. “Nymos alerted me you had boarded a plane headed in the direction of Duskwood and I—” He shook his head. “I knew I would find you here.”

“You could have found me sooner.”

He lets go of my face and he feels like he takes my skin with him. “It wasn’t that easy.”

“It could have been.” I demand.

I’m angry again. Now that I know he’s alive and okay and that he could have found me, I’m angry that he didn’t. I told him I would choose that life with him. Over and over and over. He didn’t need to make the decision for me. He didn’t need to try and protect me. And yes, maybe the fact that he did makes my heart flutter a tiny little bit, but that’s besides the point.

“I told you before you left me.” I tell him and I’m aware it sounds like we’ve been in a relationship for five years and I’m aware that everybody in here is watching and listening in on our conversation and they probably all know we’re who we are, two people involved in helping to find the kidnapped Hannah Donfort, and maybe that’s all we’ll ever be in this town. But I would rather be the girl who found Hannah Donfort in Duskwood with him than be me anywhere else. “You told me you would let me go with you.”

“That was before I told you I loved you.”

My heart skips a beat. It screams I love you I love you I love you back, but I say— “What does that have to do with anything?”

He looks somewhat amused. Like he knows I would never hold it against him. It’s clear to both of us that I wouldn’t because even though I’m glaring up at him with my furrowed eyebrows and my lips pouted, I’m still pressed tightly against him. His hands—even though they’ve moved from my face—are now resting on my hips. Pulling my tighter to him. There’s no space in between us. If it was up to me, I’m pretty sure there never would be again.

“[MC].” He says, and oh god I wish he would say my name every day for the rest of his life. “Have I—in the short time we have known each other—ever struck you as the type of person who says I love you? But with you…” His words are a whisper against my lips. “It’s easy to fall back into old emotions with you.”

“I want to be angry with you.” I tell him.

He shakes his head. “No, you don’t.”

“No, I don’t.” I agree. “But I might be if you don’t kiss me.”

He brought one finger underneath my chin and tilted it up until our lips were separated by a fraction of an inch. My eyelids fluttered. I didn’t care that everyone in here was about to see just how much Jake meant to be. I didn’t care because I had waited too long for this. And then—just as I’m leaning toward him to press our lips together, he whispers— “[MC]?”

“Hm.” I acknowledge.

“Who’s Eric?”

My eyelids crack open and I shove at his chest. “That’s what you’re worried about right now? Here I am, in front of you, covered in snot and tears and who-knows-what-else because you’re here right now, and you’re worried about some guy I don’t even know?”

“Who’s Eric?” He repeats.

“Ugh.” I run my hands through my hair and take a step back. “I don’t know. He’s the other side of Thomas or whatever you want to call him. If we lived in a different town.” I glare back at him and try not to admit that I think his jealous side is a little cute. “He messaged me. Thought I picked up his friend from some parking lot and I didn’t, but his friend sent him my number, and it was Hannah all over again. I’m trying to help them.”

“This Adam has been sending you a lot of videos.”

“You know I hate when you hack my phone.” I complain, even though I really don’t. Even though I had prayed for him to help me with this case. “I really don’t know Adam. Like—even less than I know Eric.

“But you know Eric.”

“For like a week.” I reassure. “He added me to this group chat with him and like three other friends of his. They’re desperate to find Adam who has apparently dropped off the face of the earth and I don’t know what to do. I had you with Hannah’s case. And you knew her. And they—” I look over my shoulder at Cleo and Dan and Lilly, who are pretending like they’re not listening in even though I know and Jake knows they are. “—they knew her. And obviously Adam’s friends must know him but I don’t and you don’t and there is no Jake in Redlog Pines.”

“I don’t trust him.” He shakes his head. “Any of them.”

I laugh. “Jake, you didn’t trust half the people in this bar when we first started talking.” I look over at Phil and then Dan. “It doesn’t mean they committed a crime. If I had backed off when you asked me to help you find Hannah, we may never have.”

“I thought that was all thanks to me.” He sounds smug, like that little smiley face he loved to annoy me with (AKA make me fall in love with him). “Did he flirt with you?”

“No.” I deadpan. “I think he was focused on his missing friend.”

“I was focused on my missing sister.” He shoots back.

I close my mouth. Alright. He has a point. But I wasn’t flirting with Eric. He was focused on finding Adam and I was focused on mourning—and then finding—Jake. Maybe it felt like Eric and I were two sides of the same coin. Maybe that’s why I agreed to help him. Because I didn’t want to happen to him what I thought had happened to Jake—to me.

“You’re being ridiculous.” I say instead. “How do you think I could ever entertain the idea of being with somebody else when for the past three months—more than that if you count the time we have actually had together—I’ve been focused on you? On discussing Hannah with you and then talking to you about anything and everything and then worrying about you and then hating you a little for convincing me you should me the one to go into the mine and then mourning you when it was hard to even think about you and then finding you?”

His eyes are wide. I think I’ve rendered him speechless. Which—serves him right. I know he’s not somebody who serves their feelings up on a silver platter. I know that. Obviously, I knew that from the first time I spoke to him. Back when he was nothing more than ??? and I was almost convinced that Dan was right and he was the Man Without A Face—a thought that I now hate with everything in me. But I need him to trust me. Jealousy streak and FBI and the missing persons cases aside, he needs to trust me.

“Trust me.” I cup the sides of his face again. “He’s nothing like you.”

He swallows. “Some people might consider that to be a perk.”

“I don’t.” I say.

And then I’m kissing him and it feels like coming home.

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