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rileyslibrary · 1 year ago

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Ghost finds out that you never learned how to ride a bike.

A/N: Thank you for suggesting this, anon. I hope your mother-in-law bought you a bomb-ass bike with a basket at the front and everything.

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“No way.”

“Yes.”

“Not even once?”

“What do you mean ‘not even once’?”

The conversation started when the lieutenant entered your shared office with two fingers bandaged together. Before you could ask what happened, his eyes caught yours, and he instinctively raised his hand, displaying the injury.

He explained that it happened while he and a group of soldiers were repairing one of the barracks. His pinky got caught in a plumping pipe, and because of the noise, they couldn’t hear him yelling at them to stop pushing. So the medic immobilised the fractured pinky by securing it to the ring finger to restrict its range of motion and let it heal.

He reassured you that the damage was minor and nothing to be concerned about, but he appeared defeated by having to bear this for the time being. You wished him a speedy recovery and then addressed the elephant in the room—how would he be able to carry the drill exercise scheduled for tomorrow?

He shrugged and admitted that the exercise had to be cancelled for now. Still, that wouldn’t pose a problem since military procedures are deeply ingrained and not easily forgotten.

“It’s like riding a bike.” He said.

And that’s what struck your current discussion—when you sneered at his analogy and admitted that you wouldn’t know since you never learned how to ride one.

He now stands there, speechless, and looks at you like you’re an alien that just landed on his back porch.

“Did you try and give up, or no one taught you how?”

“Do I look like I give up easily, Lt.?” You ask and shrug with your right shoulder. “No one taught me how to ride one.”

His eyes soften, and he looks out the window.

“Jesus Christ, kid.” He mutters, “Guess we found something else to do for tomorrow.”

“No way.” You state, shaking your head.

“Yes.” He replies and nods.

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Ghost left you a note on your desk this morning.

It said “warehouse, 10 a.m.” which was both weird and funny, considering how cryptic that message was for the purpose of the meeting.

You approach the warehouse and attempt to open the door, only to find that it’s locked. Suddenly, a sharp “pst!” grabs your attention from nearby, prompting you to follow the voice that’s guiding you behind the building.

There stands Ghost, with a worn-out bike next to him. He’s hugging a helmet with his injured hand and holding pairs of knee, elbow, and wrist pads with the other.

“Where did you find that?” You ask, pointing to the bike.

“In this warehouse; I found it a couple of years ago,” he replies. “I didn’t want to throw it away, so I fixed it and left it there.”

You raise an eyebrow. “You call this ‘fixed’?”

“It may not be a fucking Bianchi, kid, but it gets the job done,” he says and extends the gear towards you. “Put these on,” he orders, “I’ll help you with the knee pads.”

He kneels down, gently tapping your leg, indicating you to lift it.

“Isn’t that a little excessive?” You ask, “All that safety gear?”

He huffs and looks up at you. “Do you want to end up with a fractured pinky like me?”

“No, sir.”

“Lift your leg then.”

He adjusts your helmet and secures the knee pads, ensuring they’re correctly positioned. Then, he inspects the elbow and wrist pads to ensure they’re in the right place. Finally, he gives the saddle a firm slap, indicating you to hop on the bike.

You do as instructed, and he checks the bike, adjusting the seat height, handlebars, and brakes to fit your size. With you gripping the handlebars, he begins the lesson.

“Two things,” he says, raising the corresponding fingers on his uninjured hand. “Balance and coordination.”

“Balance and coordination.” You echo.

He nods, puts his hands behind his back, and paces around the bike.

“We’ll begin with the first one, which happens to be the most challenging, I must warn you,” he explains, “and then progress to the rest.”

“Balance is the hardest one.” You repeat.

“Yes, indeed. First, you’ll have to learn how to balance on that bike. Once you succeed, we’ll synchronise your turning, pedalling, and braking movements. Ready?”

“Not really.”

“Let’s get started then.”

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He’s right. Balancing that thing is difficult. At first, he instructs you to use your feet to push yourself forward while seated on the bike, gradually progressing to longer strides.

Then he commands you to pedal. He walks next to you, holding one of the handlebars with his uninjured hand and guiding the bike to help with balance. Occasionally, when he feels you have control, he lets go of the handlebar. But every now and then, you waver. And when that happens, he intervenes and puts his hand back on the handlebar.

And this continued until he felt confident that you were ready to give it your first try.

“What if I fall?”

“You will fall.”

“But I don’t want to.”

“You have to,” he insists, “that’s the only way you’ll learn.”

He stands behind you, holding the back of the saddle. He maintains his grip as you pedal, stabilising and guiding the bike. He jogs beside you, encouraging you.

And yes, there were countless falls. But each time, Ghost was there, lifting you up, brushing off the dirt, and urging you to give it another try.

The lesson began at 10 a.m. You have no idea what time it is now. Ghost has been so persistent that he must have also lost track of time.

“Lt,” you call out as you pedal for the hundredth time, “I think it’s time for a break; you must be tired as well.”

No response.

“Lt.?” You repeat.

Silence.

You turn halfway to address him, but he’s nowhere to be found.

Panic sets in, throwing off your balance, and you tumble to the ground once again. This time, he’s no longer there to catch you.

You look back at your starting point—Ghost is standing there with his arms crossed in front of his chest.

You look at the bike and then back at him. Your eyes widen. You point your finger at the bike, then at yourself.

He nods and lifts his hand in the air, giving a thumbs up.

“I did it!” You shout and run towards him, guiding the bike next to you.

“I saw,” he replies, and his eyes crease in joy, “but why didn’t you ride it back?”

“I think I need more practice.” You explain.

“We can continue practising after our break,” he suggests. “Good job, kid; I’m proud of you.”

“It’s all because of you, Lieutenant,” you say, “thank you for everything.”

He chuckles and tilts his head.

“Look,” he says, lifting his injured pinky. “This one needs support from this one to heal,” he explains, pointing to his ring finger.

“So I’m the pinky,” you say, “because you, the ring finger, taught me how to ride a bike.”

He lets out a sigh, shifting his gaze to the ground.

“Depends on who you ask,” he murmurs, “maybe I’m the broken one, and you’re helping me heal.”

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terrywritings · 26 days ago

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Enjoy.

No minors. 18 or over. Enjoy.

Vanessa comes home from a Pilates class after a long day of work, only to have another workout.

“Babe, I’m home.” Vanessa said dropping her bags as she walked through the door of Terry’s apartment. The apartment smelled delicious. Terry’s cooking was amazing. The man could fry catfish like his life depended on it.

“Hey baby.” The deep timbre of his voice vibrated right to Vanessa’s panties.

“Hmm, it smells delicious. She said before they shared a deep kiss. Terry towered over her as he enveloped her in his strong arms. His eager hands immediately palmed her ass.

“Thank you, angel. How was class?”

“Amazing. She worked us out.” Vanessa said tossing her head back. Vanessa’s been taking Pilates classes. She enjoys the workout and its close to Terry’s place. Terry’s been appreciating her Pilates classes too.

“Then she dropped this new move on us. I thought I was going to pass out.”

“Hmm really. You wanna show me?” A quiet seductive intent coating his voice. Vanessa laughed, throwing her head back, exposing more of her smooth neckline and chest to him.

“Terry baby I had a long day at work, followed by an intense Pilates class. I’m funky.”

“And?” Terry said nuzzling her ear in the way she likes. His lips trail small kisses down her neck.

“Babe come on. I’m gonna hop in the shower.”

Terry hovered just above her face, his lustful stare quieting her protests.

“So, you don’t want to get your pussy ate?”

“I….” Vanessa was too lost in his green/grey eyes to come up with a response. The bold statement posed a question had her taken aback. Terry cupped her face with his large palm. His fingers caught in the thick lush forest of her curls. Terry was meticulous in everything he did, including Vanessa. Terry dipped his head into the bend of her neck, breathing her in. The reminiscences of her vanilla amber perfume warmed his nose. The dewy sweat from her Pilates class reforming on her skin. Vanessa’s once cooling body temperature, now rose with his every touch. Terry nuzzled and kissed his favorite spot behind her ear where her hair oils and perfume collided. Vanessa was always so orchestrated. Everything went together, always seemed to fit and match perfectly without much effort. Terry loved how predictable she was but loved even more how much she kept him on his toes.

Terry kissed and nipped down over her throat and over to the other side. He could feel Vanessa’s body relax and give way in his arms. His lips picked up on the hurried pulsing under her skin. He bit down on the tender flesh causing her to mewl in his ear. He could spend a lifetime chasing the sounds of her and it still would not be long enough.

Vanessa could not help but give herself to Terry, long day funk and all. It was the way he made her feel delicate and small in his hands. The way he always managed to unlock her raw carnal sexual being. The way he made her feel like a goddess. She grew more brazen with each swipe of his tongue, with each sensual caress. Vanessa gripped his broad shoulders trying to brace herself against him. His hard masculine body pressed against her made feel feminine.

Terry separated from her as his deft fingers traced the waist band of the leggings. Without breaking his stare, he yanked them down causing Vanessa to jerk forward. Terry kneeled at eye level to her pussy. He slid the pant down off each leg. He lifted her foot to take them off her ankles. Vanessa held on to his shoulders to steady herself. He reached in the bundled-up legging and pulled out her pink lace panties. Vanessa’s eyes widened as a crimson hue tinted her face. Terry raised the delicate fabric to his nose and took a deep inhale behind closed eyelids. He inhaled her raw musky scent, slowly rubbing his face back and forth almost as if he was trying to commit her scent to memory. Studying and analyzing the sweet sultry notes her pussy. Vanessa stood frozen, not knowing what to do. Hot and bothered with tension while simultaneously embarrassed. Terry stood once again towering over her.

In one swift motion, Terry lifted Vanessa onto the counter. The cold granite slab, a sharp contrast on her sensuously aroused skin. From behind her knees, he gripped her firmly, pulling Vanessa to edge of the counter. Vanessa gulped. Her throat dry.

“Is he serious? What’s gotten into him?” She thought to herself.

As if he could hear her thoughts,

“I’ve been wanting to taste you that all day.”

Vanessa couldn’t believe her ears. Her pussy clenched at the thought of him thinking about her like that all day. Terry kissed her, his tongue even more forceful than before. Vanessa couldn’t help but moan into his mouth. She wrapped her toned legs around his torso pulling him closer. Her eager hands clawing at the hem of his t-shirt. Terry pulled it over his head revealing his strong broad chest and toned abs. Terry was a god amongst men. Years of training as a marine made him lethal. Vanessa secretly loved knowing that these same hands that could kill a man were the same ones that tenderly held her face when they kissed or passionately gripped her waist when he hit it from the back.

Terry trailed kisses from her chin to her neck, stopping in between to bite and nip at Vanessa’s soft beckoning flesh. When he reached her chest, his tongue expertly swiped over her brown tender nipple, capturing the eager pebbled bud between his plush lips. The sensation drove Vanessa wild as she arched up pushing her breast in to his mouth begging for more.

“Terry, baby.” She mewled.

He groaned against her warm skin cupping her breast in his large hands. His other attentive hand pinching her other nipple. He could never deny her anything especially pleasure, but he was amazing at teasing her. Hearing her sound so aroused so wanton made his dick jump in his sweats. Sometimes Vanessa could be stubborn, hard-headed with a slick mouth, but Terry relished in sexing that attitude right out of her. Her coming undone around him all soft and wet clenching his dick like she’s trying to fuse them together always sent him over the edge and kept him in madly in love. Hell, borderline obsessed. Vanessa always kept Terry coming back for more.

Terry moved down her torso, her breath hitching with his every kiss. When he reached her stomach, he kissed her even more fervently, nuzzling her soft skin. Vanessa had always been insecure about her stomach because it was never perfectly flat or as lean as she would have liked, hence the Pilates classes. But Terry didn’t care, he loved it. To him it made Vanessa feel real, beautiful as God intended. For a man like Terry, he enjoyed her softness. The world, his discipline and life in general had hardened him. But Vanessa gave him not only a physical softness, but a tenderness he forgot his world once held. Vanessa recoiled a little from the extra affection on her stomach. Terry’s green lust stormed eyes flashed up at her.

“I love you. Every part of you. I owe every inch of you my eternal devotion, my love.”

“Terry baby I love you too.”

“Then be a good girl, lay back and let daddy eat that pussy.” Terry’s words brought a shiver to Vanessa’s spine even though she was hot. Terry held her gaze as he waited a moment for his words to sink in. Vanessa slowly leaned back on her forearms lengthened her torso to him. Terry lowered his head bringing him face to face with her pussy. He nuzzled her mound, taking in another deep inhale. Vanessa swore she saw his eyes roll back behind closed lids. The action made her pussy pulse deep within. Maintaining eye contact with those devilishly beautiful eyes, he flicked her clit with his thick tongue. Terry held the throbbing nub between his lips and pressed his lips together.

“Oohhh fuck T-t-t terry.” Vanessa could feel his lips curl into a small smirk against her lips. Terry used to his tongue to spread her lips apart. He dipped his head further to lick up her sweet honey from her molten hot core. Vanessa laid flat on the counter opening her legs wider for him. She gave herself to the wanton feeling that came over. She had evolved into this brazen sexual being that loved being taken, worshipped and sexed by this merciless god. Terry’s strong hands held her long legs open. His callused hands gripping into the soft flesh of her inner thighs. Vanessa bucked her hips up to meet his lips causing his face to fully disappear in her pelvis. He dragged his tongue up and down her now slick slit. Terry deliberately ignored her hot winking hole, just to tease her. He loved when Vanessa begged for him to impale her. Something about her like this made him feel more like a man than anything.

“Daddy yes. Don’t stop.” Vanessa was breathless as the kitchen began to spin. Terry groaned. He loved when Vanessa called him daddy. It took everything in him not to stop and slide in her right then. Terry continued the same up and down motion over her dripping pussy. Her chest heaved with each suckle of his lips and swipe of his tongue over her. The overhead pendant lighting in the kitchen began to blur. She tried to twist and turn her body from his grip. Vanessa tilted her hips back in a feeble attempt to get away from him as the sensations grew too intense.

“Where you going? I am not finished with you.” Terry declared. Those words sent a pulsing knot in Vanessa’s stomach straight to her tender core. Terry tightened his grip on her ass pulling her into his face. He cupped her ass as he drank from her fountain.

“F-ffuckk, Terrry.” Vanessa convulsed on the counter.

The vibrations from his groans summoned her orgasm to surface. Terry had made her cum in record time. He continued to lick and sop up her juices as she came. Vanessa’s clit grew sensitive with each flick. Nevertheless, he persisted.

“Terry! Stop baby!” Vanessa yelped. She was a little taken aback from her own reaction. Terry preceded to place two large pecks on her lower lips before he finally arose. A mischievous grin played on his lips. His eyes lit up with that boyish-charm.

“I missed you is all. I’ll remember to pace myself next time.” He said kissing her lips. She hungrily licked his mouth savoring her flavor on him. With one strong arm wrapped around her, he lifted Vanessa off the counter and carried her into the bedroom.

“Baby I still need to shower.”

He ignored her statement as he pulled the covers down and tossed Vanessa on the bed. She bounced two times before her body settled into the cool sheets. Terry undressed himself to reveal his long girthy dick. Vanessa’s mouth always watered at the sight of him. The room was dimly lit with candles so she could make out his outline. Terry was stood at the foot of the bed. Vanessa could see how far his fist had extended from his body as he stroked himself. Her pussy ached with the deep tension of anticipation. She wanted him needed him inside her to the hilt right now.

“You still want that shower?” His laced with a combination of sarcasm and specific intent. Vanessa parted her legs wider signaling for him to come inside.

“Use your words, angel.”

“I want you inside me, daddy.” She whispered.

He positioned himself between her legs his strong arms supporting his weight above her. His hard dick felt heavy and thick against her. Her hips bucked up to meet his.

“Patience baby patience.”

Vanessa grabbed his hips urging him on. She clawed at his powerful ass pulling him in closer. Terry swiftly pinned her arms down above her head. She didn’t even bother to fight him. Terry was a strong rock-solid man so any attempt to fight him would be futile. He stared down at her, studying her every reaction. His body wrought with the decades discipline. He reached down and rubbed his dick against her slick heat. Vanessa moaned arching away from the bed. It was all too much and not enough at the same time.

“Terry, please.” Vanessa cried as her pussy pulsed with want. A hard slap on the side of her ass broke her out of her trance and made her breath hitch.

“Who?”

“Daddy. Daddy I’m sorry. Please Daddy.”

“Please what?” He growled. His eyes growing darker and darker by the minute.

“Please fuck me.”

Terry lined up his swollen head with her beaconing entrance.

“Eyes on me baby girl.” His voice was commanding but tender enough to provide assurance and to guarantee complete compliance from her. Vanessa blinked back tears waiting for his next command. She would do anything he asked no matter how much she ached for him. She was his, bewitched body and soul.

His beautiful lust-filled eyes pierced her soul as sunk his heavy dick below her surface. Vanessa used every fiber in her being not to let her eyes rolls back as the first wave of pain and pleasure washed over her. His flared head rubbed her spot on the way deep within her. With his eyes trained her every expression Terry watched as Vanessa’s beautiful lips parted into a silent cry. Her warm, creamy inviting center clenched around him pulling his dick into her depths. The early pangs of release coursed through his pelvis. He pulled back once he felt the tip of his dick kiss the smooth plushy bottom of her pussy. If Terry could live there, he would gladly pitch a tent. He continued his patient yet firm strokes on her body. Her legs wrapped around him like vines to a tree.

Terry released his wrists, bringing his large palm to the back of her head, cradling her his arms. His other hand holding one of her cheeks to spread her even more open for him. He kissed her neck, biting at the skin. The sensations were all too much finally caused Vanessa gasp and moan.

“There’s my pretty girl. Don’t go quiet on me baby. You know I love to hear how I make my baby girl feel good.” He cooed.

The combination of his worlds with his steady tempered strokes sent over the edge immediately. Vanessa was shocked at how quickly she came.

“You coming for so soon for daddy?” He teased.

“Hmm Terry yesssss.” Vanessa hissed.

Terry had the key and the combination to the safe where all her orgasms were held. He made it his mission open her safe and take as much as he wanted. Terry pumped deliberately and deliciously in and out of Vanessa. Never giving her time or space to catch up to him. His expertise was not solely in hand-to-hand combat, but also in how to effectively use his girth, length and the right amount of pressure make Vanessa melt around him like ice cream on a hot summer’s day.

Vanessa loved feeling the weight of him against her body. She was overwhelmed by his girth, stretching her with each stroke. Her walls grew wetter and more sensitive every time he curved his pelvis into hers. His heavy balls punctuating his every stroke once he was all the way in. Vanessa wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him for a deep kiss. She could feel the beginnings of another orgasm making its way from deep within. Terry hooked Vanessa’s left leg in the bend of his muscular arm lifting it up higher. His large palm cradled her curvy hip as he swerved his pelvis into her. His head dipped in her neck because he wouldn’t last much longer if he saw how her eyes fluttered before they rolled back into her head. However, he was anticipating the long moan that came from her. Her beautiful song resonated with something deep in his manhood, his soul.

“Terry baby pleaseee. Fuck. Don’t stop.”

“Never baby girl. Now be a good girl on cum again on daddy’s dick.” With his words a spell was cast upon her body. Vanessa felt her body give way to an immense heat filled rush. Her pussy clenched around Terry while washing him in her passionate essence. He continued stroking her through her orgasm causing her pussy to quicken and clench around him.

“Yes, baby squeeze that nut outta daddy.” Terry growled above her. Vanessa could feel all the muscles in her body going slack.

“Hmmm fuck Daddy.” Vanessa yelped as she creamed on him again.

“Daddy loves this pretty pussy. You want daddy to come in that pretty pussy?”

“Daddy, please baby.” Vanessa begged almost crying.

“Nahh. I’m not done making you come baby girl. He whispered, his hot breath swirling around the shell of her ear.

Terry shifted his weight back and pulled Vanessa down closer to his pelvis. He brought her legs together and pushed her knees back to her chest. The action caused her pussy to tighten the grip on his dick, sheathing his dick. It was as if her pussy was pulling him into her depths like a ship’s anchor dropping in the ocean. The deep fluttering of Vanessa’s pussy was calling for his release. Each stroke tugged on the ache in his pelvis. Exasperated, Vanessa was tired but so wanton. She didn’t want him to stop, she couldn’t stop herself.

“Fuck Daddy. Pleaseee come inside me.” Vanessa words elicited a growl from Terry’s chest.

“Hmm you want Daddy’s cum?” His voice was deep and gruff. Vanessa loved when he got like this. Her sweet shy reserved boyfriend evolved into a dick slinging sex god that knew the cheat code to her body.

“Ohhh fuck baby.” Terry growled as he his strokes became choppy. He sped up by placing his hands on either side of her hips to support his upper body weight. Terry dropped that dick off in Vanessa’s already weeping pussy fucking her into the mattress. Their bodies bouncing and rocking from the momentum. The bed creaked and groaned underneath them. Vanessa held on to his arms bracing herself against his punishing strokes.

“Fuckkkk Terr—yyy. Cum in this pussy daddy-yyy.” Once Terry saw Vanessa’s eyes roll back and flutter one last time, he launched hot thick ribbons of his seed in the soft tender bottom of her pussy, filling her deep. Both of them moaning at the sensation of each other. Terry slowed down his stroking as his dick continued to pump into her. He separated her legs to lie on top on her. They embraced in a deep kiss while Terry remained inside her, neither one of them wanting to separate from the other. The sex, love making whatever you wanted to call it, was always amazing. But what Terry and Vanessa loved the most and what made the sex even better was coming back down together. They took their time easing each other back to earth wrapped in a tangled web of arms, legs, hair, hands, and lips.

“You still want that shower?” Terry teased, smirking against Vanessa’s lips.

“Please!” Vanessa yelled. Terry laughed, the sweet sound from his chest vibrating against Vanessa.

“I suggest a nice warm bath instead, so you can soak your sore muscles.”

“Hmmm. That sounds nice only if you wash my back,” Vanessa said batting her eyelashes at him.

“I’ll wash your back, your front, your top, your bottom.” He teased nipping and kissing her post-sensuous, warmed skin.

“Terrence James Richmond, don’t make me file a complaint against you.”

Terry ran the hot water and cleaned himself up. He returned and carried Vanessa bridal style into the bathroom and helped her into the tub. The couple spent the evening bathing each other before drying off, lotioning each other and finally eating dinner. Vanessa told Terry about the new move in Pilates. Terry loaded the dishwasher as Vanessa twisted up her now frizzy hair. She was fast asleep when he returned to the bedroom. He got in bed and curled his large body around her, pulling her close to his chest. Her soft breathing and even softer thighs barely covered by his large MARINES T-shirt made his dick twitch. Terry quieted his intrusive thoughts to let Vanessa sleep. He had thoroughly worn her out. Thankfully she worked from home tomorrow. He could have her for breakfast and get at her again in between meetings.

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absurdthirst · 25 days ago

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Kinktober 2024: October 17th

Day 17: Squirting // Dom - Sub // Period Sex

Max Phillips x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: Vampirism, menstrual blood, oral while bleeding, mentions of menstrual cups/free bleeding, vaginal sex, slow sex, mentions of cramping

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“One more day.” Max’s beaming smile is smug and almost predatory. He slides up to you and wraps his arm around your waist to pull you against him. “One more glorious day and then you will be my little drip coffee maker again.”

You roll your eyes, but that doesn’t phase Max in the least. Starting tomorrow, it’s his favorite week of the month. Your period.

Being a vampire has one unique advantage over everyone else that has ever dated you. He doesn't mind the blood that comes with your cycle. He loves it, craves it. It’s like Christmas coming every single month.

“It’s going to be great.” He promises. “We are working from home again, so you don’t even need to worry about wearing that menstrual cup.”

“You want me to just free bleed?” You snort, shaking your head and Max grins. “Why not? It’s not like you don’t have your own personal clean up crew.” He jokes. “Blood spill on aisle 4.” His voice changes like he’s talking over a loudspeaker in a store.

“God, you’re going to be a smug asshole all week, aren’t you?” You huff, making him chuckle. “What? I’m just eager to earn my next set of red wings.” He gives you an innocent grin. “Next one and I get a free sandwich.”

Corny jokes aside, Max Phillips is amazing during your period. You know that it’s mainly for selfish reasons, but everyone is somewhat selfish. He loves fucking you while you’re on your period, eating you out and everything in between.

“Roast beef?” You ask dryly, making him snort and throw his head back to laugh at your joke. “The rarer the better.” He quips, shrugging slightly. “I like them dripping.”

You blow out a sigh, shaking your head again and he sends you a small pout and leans closer. “You know, we could see if we could get it started earlier.” He poses slyly.

“You think sex will make my period start sooner?” He shrugs and lifts his brows. “Only one way to find out.”

“Dear God.”

****

You wake up to him naked, grinning down at you. “Are you ready?” He waggles his brows and you can’t help but laugh. “Jesus Max.”

“What? You are bleeding now. I want to get one in before the cramps start.” He is right, your cramps are a bitch, and sex does help. But you roll your eyes and shove your hand into his face to push him away.

Max laughs, knowing that you are saying yes and he’s eager. He loves period sex. He loves the extra lubrication and knowing that he will taste your blood later, but there is something about wearing your blood on his cock. If it wasn’t unhygienic, he would leave it there but you won’t let him do that. One day he’s going to just cover himself in your period blood like some kind of camouflage and tell you that he’s going on a killing spree. Murdering your vagina.

Somehow, this crazy, annoying, surprisingly sweet vampire has managed to get a towel up under you before you even woke up. In typical Max Phillips fashion, it’s blood red. It’s huge, making sure that if he rolls you around, you still won’t stain the satin sheets on the bed. Also blood red. He has a theme and he’s completely unashamed of it.

Despite being eager, Max doesn’t rush things, thoroughly enjoying his head being between your legs and pouting again when you have to push his head away because he is too eager to keep lapping at your slit.

You don’t kiss him, but Max grins at you, licking his lips happily as settles between your thighs. “It’s magically delicious.” He coos, making you groan at his corny jokes.

He’s lucky he’s hot and he knows how to fuck. That’s what you are thinking as he starts to push inside you. Thick and long, he feels incredible as he fills you. You love the way he scrubs against your overly sensitive walls.

This same man who has been so eager to get this party started, takes his time filling you up, rolling his hips as he pushes deep. His eyes are serious for once, watching you as he does, making sure that you have no pain. He secretly hates when you are in pain. He can’t stand it. It’s one of the reasons why he loves fucking you during your period.

That slow rhythm is what you need, the steady rocking into you, the friction and heat of him - vampires actually run hot and not icy cold like the myths tell you - soothes you. Making you sigh and moan in pleasure.

Being a vampire, he doesn’t have to pause, doesn’t have to catch his breath. He can keep up the pace indefinitely, wearing you out and making you cum again and again. He just keeps rocking into you, whispering pure filth in your ear and making you forget about anything else but him and the way he feels inside you.

You don’t know how long he spends fucking you. You know that it’s hours. The light filling the house brightens as the sun comes up, making his eyes narrow against the rays. Vampires aren’t allergic to sunlight, their eyes are super sensitive. It’s why he always wears sunglasses outside. Still he doesn’t stop.

The pressure of his cock pushes the cramps away, keeping the pain at bay. Making pleasure burst through your body again and again, adding to the slickness that he moves through so easily.

“Oh you are perfect,” Max coos in your ear, chuckling. “My perfect little Sunday sauce,” you groan at his new little nickname. He always comes up with new things to call you, all of them corny.

“Shut up, Max.” You huff, pushing at his shoulder but he just grins at you. Winking and flashing his fangs once more.

“You know you love it, snookums.” He teases, twitching inside you to make you moan. “Just think, only six more days of this.” It’s a promise and a threat in your mind, but you know that he will never be afraid to fuck you through your cycle. Period sex doesn’t frighten a vampire. It’s his version of a good time.

#pedro pascal #kinktober #kinktober 2024 #absurdthirst kinktober #max phillips #max phillips x reader #max phillips x you #max phillips x f!reader #max phillips smut #max phillips fanfiction #max phillips imagine

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caustinen · 20 days ago

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clegan drabble 💞📑⚖️

— secret relationship / lawyer au

Gale is deep in thought, staring at the papers in his hand with a slight frown. He doesn’t look up when someone knocks on his open office door — mainly because he can tell it’s Bucky without having to check. It’s evident by — well, everything, the rhythm of his steps when they approached, the way the air smells of smugness and his favorite cologne, and the firmness in which he knocked.

Fair enough, the footsteps continue further without waiting for invitation. Gale puffs out a breath, gesturing with his occupied hands, still not looking up. ”I know we’re supposed to be having dinner right now but I just got the new evidence on the Hausmann case this afternoon and- Mpfh!”

He’s very rudely interrupted by a pair of insistent lips pressing to his. Bucky isn’t bothered by him not being ready for it in the slightest, just pulls him close by the waist — which is not tiny by the way, no matter what Bucky keeps insisting every time he grabs it in bed — and bites into the lush lips with his own with a passion that suggests it would’ve been quite a while longer than a couple of hours since he last did it.

Gale surrenders to the antics like it was a natural disaster — why fight what is inevitable? — but when John snatches the papers from his hands and throws them carelessly to the table behind himself Gale makes a protesting sound and presses his newly freed hands to his chest in mild protest.

”John,” he whines and the smirk on Bucky’s face makes him want to punch him almost as much as he wants to kiss is again, ”what are you-” ”The damn new copying machine jammed again, and I figured the only way I wouldn’t kick it was if I could jam my tongue to the back of your throat in turn.”

Gale looks at him blankly. ”That’s. Not-” ”I would of course prefer to destroy it by having you over it so hard that they’d have to buy a new one. We could really help the whole office with one easy, selfless act, doll.”

Gale scoffs but he knows Bucky can tell he’s fighting a smile. The second kiss is more gentle but still quite too intense for a work environment. Bucky has one hand around Gale’s waist and the other on his cheek, Gale’s are resting lazily on his hips as they indulge in each other, breathe quietly in their lovers lips and enjoy the forbidden bliss of doing this at work — it feels more meaningful than it is, really, like they’re not only breaking the rules of their office but also the deeper system it is embedded to; pleasure at work fights with the ideals of capitalism themselves, Gale would probably muse if he wasn’t so damn busy not thinking about anything but how lovely it is to kiss someone you love. He pushes John gently towards the table behind him and exhales as he bites his lowelip when John pulls him against his spread legs.

He needs to catch his breath though, and that’s when he realizes they are not even as thinly veiled as he would have hoped. ”You left the door open,” he says, trying to push him farther so the pose wouldn’t be so damning, ”my secretary-” ”I sent him away,” John says, uninterested, and tries to pull Gale closer by his tie. The younger doesn’t budge, though, but rather lifts a hand to his own lips and then looks at the fingers as if he could from there see how swollen, how incriminating, the scene they make looks.

”Anyone could walk in.” John groans and bites the air between them, running his hands down Gale’s sides. ”Don’t get me more excited than I already am, damn, sweetheart.” ”Oh for fuck’s sake-”

Bucky kisses him again to silence him, and despite a weak fight Gale allows it well enough. After, when Bucky pulls away, he takes Gale’s face between his palms and makes him look into his eyes.

”Baby. Everyone else left like an hour ago. It’s 8pm. You work too much. Time to call it a night.”

Gale stares at him, blinking a couple of times before slowly checking his watch and realizing John is not joking. He really has been at the office for more than 13 hours. Oops.

”I…” ”Save it, cowboy,” Bucky says with the easiness that Gale so loves about him as he stands up straight and takes Gale’s jacket from the chair. ”I love how much you care. I also love that I get to be the one who tells you when you’re an idiot workaholic and need to go home for a bit so you can be an idiot workaholic tomorrow too.” Gale sighs dramatically but does put on the coat Bucky is holding up for him.

”Well,” he says sheepishly as Bucky drags him out of the office by the hand and stops to lock the door, ”I can’t cook anything nice to apologize at home but maybe I can think of something else to reward such patience for my crime of attempting to serve justice.”

Bucky chukles, leaning up from the lock and and taking Gale’s hand to his. ”That copying machine gets to live one more day then,” he says and kisses Gale’s knuckles. Gale tries to swat him but he dodges. They’re both giggling and Gale knows he must be too tired when he’s this careless at the office but to be fair it is late and everyone truly is home. He dares one more kiss when they wait for the elevator.

People at their office don’t need to know about his personal life. They don’t need to know he’s fucking his boss. They don’t need to know that it’s been going on for years but it wasn’t until yesterday when Bucky had taken him into a fancy restaurant and told him he loves him and wants to be more than friends who have sex sometimes (quite frequently lately) (and exclusively) but still, he wants to be even more than that. They don’t need to know Gale’s heart had bursted in the moment when his deepest, most hidden dream had come true, and butterflies don’t even begin to explain the sensations those words set in motion. They don’t need to know he and Bucky made love all night, that he fell asleep in Bucky’s bed, and that he plans on doing that again tonight.

He looks at Bucky and feels a fondness that’s almost like pain as it stretches over the places in him that used to be longing and achiching. He looks down shyly before raising his eyes again, kissing Bucky’s knuckles in turn.

”My place or yours?”

#clegan #buck x bucky #mota #writing #buck #bucky #i have no idea where this came from #absolute writers block for days and then boom #anyway it is once again so random i’m sorry!!#but i was included in a fic rec list for the first time in my life last weekend and the confidence boost as a writer was insane #so thank you for that to you who did it ❤️❤️#lawyers au

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thatsdemko · 2 years ago

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Polaroid -c.sainz

pairings: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw + not intended for minors + mentions of nudity + established relationship

a/n: this is not my best work because this is slightly rushed 😅 + feedback is appreciated xx

《 the following content is not intended for minors. 》

the sound of the door hinge unlatching alerts piñon from beside you. he’s quick to wake up from his nap, tail wagging as the scent of his favorite human enters his nose.

you follow behind the dog as he leads you to the front door, where Carlos is balancing his phone between his shoulder and ear, whilst attempting to put his things away. you figure why not help considering he looked to be struggling.

you took his bags towards the bedroom and begin to unpack what you could only assume was dirty laundry from the weekend. you throw it all into the hamper when you notice a white bordered outline of what you can only assume was a Polaroid.

you close the conjoining bathroom door to the bedroom, hearing Carlos’ voice begin to grow louder, you quickly pull the picture out from the pile of clothes to see it’s you. your hands cover both of your breasts, and you’re perched on your knees in nothing but a lacy white thong.

you vaguely remember posing for this picture. it was in the beginning of your relationship when being away was hard for each other, you can’t believe how many years later he’s still using that same picture to get off when you’re away. you figure it’s to give him a new one, right?

you quickly open the bathroom door and search for where you placed the camera. you know it would be in the back of your closet where you kept all of your toys and other kinks away from the visible eye. finally grabbing you it, you made your way into the bathroom, instantly stripping away your clothes from your body.

you quickly flash the camera in the mirror and wait for the image to appear, when it finally does you shake the picture until you see your breasts and pussy show up as clear as day.

“amor, where are you?” he calls out, you can hear his footsteps growing louder once more, and you quickly throw on your panties before opening the bathroom door to reveal his back towards you.

“your picture you’ve been using is a little outdated.” you say, he turns on his heel, beautiful brown eyes widen at the sight of you. nothing but pink panties on, he can’t help but lick his lips feeling his cock grow hard.

“and where’d you find that picture?” he moves into the bathroom, hands grabbing your waist as he lifts you up onto the edge of the sink. you hold the new Polaroid in front of his eyes allowing him to snatch it from you.

you watch his brown eyes turn darker as he takes in the image of you. his eyes scan every inch of your body in the picture, your curves, breasts, everything. it’s much more revealing than the last picture.

your legs wrap around his waist, trying to pull him closer. your finger tips dance through his thick brown hair, “what do you think?” you whisper, watching his eyes flicker up from the image to you.

“I think you’re very naughty for this.” he sets the photo down beside you as he moves your body forward, fingers pulling at the wet material that’s clinging to your pussy as he pushes your thighs apart.

“make me behave, sainz.”

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monster-mash-m · 3 months ago

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Chubby!Slime!Gf x Afab!Fem!Reader

MDNI!

Cw: Very wlw, slight possessiveness on her end, reader is a service top, reader is a simp for her gf(as she should be), slight d/s dynamics, dom!reader, slight sadomasochism.

Definitely not self indulgent at all.

This slime girl has a name! Wowzers! Her name is Melma (definitely not slime in Italian- I gotta use my half Italian side to good use 😭-)

Once again lemme know if I missed any!

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You wait by the door for your girlfriend, since you were both going on a cute cafe date! Melma, the pretty girl she was took her time getting ready every time you went out and like the loving girlfriend you were, you waited patiently. Finally she made her way through the living room and to the front door. Her cute chubby thighs pooling out of her thigh highs quite literally. Her cropped top clinging to her curves, gods you just wanted to hold her cute tummy and give it a soft squeeze. She smiled softly at you “what do you think baby?” She asked spinning around excitedly before pulling a pose.

You let out a low whistle as you look her up and down “I think you’re the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” You hum. She smile widens and something akin to a blush appears on her cheeks “Awh stop it you sap.” She playfully rolled her eyes and took your hand. “Let’s get going my pretty human.” As you held hands hers slightly stuck to yours, like it normally does.

You both walk towards the cafe, telling eachother small anecdotes and stories of your days at work or some hijinks you got up to. This cafe was your favorite, since it was her favorite, she loved how cute and quaint it was, and you loved seeing her happy. Plus the cakes here were quite good.

She skips happily next to you, energetic. You look at her adoringly as the sun shines slightly through her, illuminating her pretty lime skin(?). You finally both make it to the cafe and open the door for her. She chirps out a thanks and makes her way to her usual spot as you go to order your usual order for the two of you. Hm, a new person was working today, they seemed nice. They struck up conversation quite easily, that was for certain.

The person working gave you an inviting smile and took your order, although it felt like a pair of eyes were burning into you. You thank the worker for making your order as you take it over to the table Melma is sat at. She had quite a sour expression with her arms crossed “They seemed friendly.” Her tone was bitter. You immediately caught in and smirked “they were, weren’t they?”

She huffed and just took her drink, sipping it. You sighed and gave her a look of ‘really?’ She only glared at you in response. “Baby don’t start acting like a brat.” You say rather abruptly knowing it would make her flustered, and indeed it did. Making her choke on her drink and cover her face with a hand “what’s wrong with you- I’m not a brat!” She says defensively. You can only tut and shake your head, “no?” She nods defiantly.

You trail your foot up her leg slowly under the table with a Cheshire grin, making her shiver and look away “now you’re just being mean…” she pouts looking away “oh you wanna see mean, pretty?” She freezes but slowly looks at you with a challenging look. “Do your worst…”

When you get home Melma basically drags you to the bedroom and throws herself on the bed dramatically “Oh I’m soooo scared.” You simply just roll your eyes with a grin. “Strip baby.” You say simply and walk over to one of your drawers and pull out some fluffy pink handcuffs. When you turn around, there she was. Naked and sat on the bed looking up at you with big eyes. You stroll over to her softly and lift her face up by her chin gently “What’s our safe word today?” You ask softly. She pouts “baby stoppppp I won’t need it-“ “Safe word.” You say rather sternly “I don’t knowww, Muffin.” She rolls her eyes playfully. You nod satisfied and sat down patting your lap. “Bend over my lap baby.”

She didn’t disobey or anything but she did make a whole song and dance of resting across your lap. You hun in satisfaction as you run your hands over her jelly like ass. “Fuck baby, I would honestly take a bite out of you if I could…” you groan softly before smacking her ass harshly without warning, making her moan out and grip the sheets. Her ass juggling and slightly bubbling up. “You can’t hit harder than that…” she bit her lip as she antagonized you. Oh she was in for a long night.

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Definitely making a part 2 for this

#fanfic #monster x reader #monster x reader smut #monster smut #monster #monster lover #sub!character #slime monster #slime girl #wlw post

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jaemmphilia · 1 year ago

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★ 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 ★ || hwang h.j & lee f.x

★ summary: hyunjin desperately needs inspiration for a painting that's due in his visual arts class. he has to paint the subject on a large canvas using nude colors. the problem is that he can't seem to find a model, he's asked everyone he knows, and it turns out that not everyone wants to sit naked in a uncomfortable pose for hours on end. not even his hyung, chan. well, there's always that really, really attractive boy in his creative writing class, hyunjin has spoke to him a handful of times, he would consider them to be close. hyunjin also knows the boy is a mutual friend of felix's. it wouldn't hurt to ask right?

★ characters: kang y/n, hwang hyunjin, lee felix, chan and changbin are only mentioned once, johnny from nct is also mentioned

★ warnings: threesome, sex on a large canvas, smut, oral (all characters receiving), unprotected sex, (wrap it up yall), nudity, paint in places it really should not be (none of it will be inside of anyone, of course), hyunlix are both whipped for y/n, college au, mentions of alcohol and weed, author says cock too many times to be considered normal, reader is called little doll a few times

★ word count: ~5.8K words (i got carried away again..)

★ requested?: yep, thank you to @belladonna6-6-6 for the idea !!

★ binnie's thoughts: when i got this request dm'd to me i just couldn't resist... hyunlix is just so sexy and i know they'd be the perfect boyfs … enjoy this filthy threesome !!

★ disclaimer: this fic in absolutely NO way represents the stray kids members as people. this is just for fun, so don't take it to heart. just enjoy!

Hyunjin doesn’t know who to ask at this point. He’s asked every single person he knows (which is a lot of people, he’s quite popular on campus, mind you), and every last one of them either flat out said no or they had something to do that day. As he contemplates bribing one of his friends with food, he hears his roommate enter their shared dorm. Felix lets out a heavy sigh as he kicks off his shoes, placing them neatly on the shoe rack they built together during their second year.

Felix is a great roommate, he knows not to touch Hyunjin’s expensive art supplies, and he always asks for permission before entering Hyunjin’s room or his art studio. He also makes the most delicious brownies and cookies Hyunjin has ever had the privilege of tasting. Felix likes his personal space, but he also is fun to talk to. The two of them like to curl up together on their super comfy couch, a weighted blanket draped over their laps as they share a large bowl of sickly-salty popcorn, a stupid and trashy reality show playing on their large television. They both know not to watch ahead of the other, because it’s their thing, you can’t just break the roommate code like that. It’s just part of the rules.

“Hyun, what’s got you so upset? I can just smell the disappointment radiating from you.” Felix calls out, bending down to open their mini-fridge, the poor thing littered with stupid stickers of Pokemon and other random things. Hyunjin sighs again, this time louder as he throws his head back against the armrest, a soft thump coming from the impact. Hyunjin lifts his head up with a pout, his hand coming up to rub the dull throb residing on the back of his head. Felix lets out a chuckle, standing fully with a can of soda in his hand. Felix makes his way to the couch, tapping Hyunjin’s long, slim legs, a gesture telling the male to lift them up. Hyunjin lifts his legs, allowing Felix to sit where they previously were. Hyunjin lays his legs down on Felix’s lap, liking the way the younger male rubs little shapes on his skin.

Felix’s hands are always warm, even after holding a cold soda or a cold beer in his grip. Hyunjin likes to feel the blonde’s hands dancing across his bare skin, soft, supple skin stroking him in all the right places. Of course they’ve hooked up. They’re both healthy young adults who have needs, needs that can’t be ignored for too long. Oftentimes, Felix will waltz his way into Hyunjin’s room and crawl under Hyunjin’s soft blankets. Hyunjin is a light sleeper, so any movement in his bed causes him to stir, his eyes squinting to adjust to the darkness of his bedroom. Felix doesn’t have to say anything, Hyunjin already knows the poor boy had a nightmare and needs a distraction. Well, Hyunjin’s idea of a distraction is filling the male full of his throbbing cock until tears are streaming down Felix’s freckled cheeks.

“I can’t seem to find a model for my visual arts class. I’ve asked literally everyone. Not a single person said yes! Even Chan hyung said no!” Hyunjin whines, his hands covering his eyes as his lips contort in a pout. “And you know Chan hyung loves to be naked at all times of the day, so why would he say no?”

“Maybe because he doesn’t want to sit in a single pose for so many hours?” Felix asks, taking a sip of his soda, his eyes on Hyunjin. “Besides, you didn’t ask everyone. You didn’t ask me.”

“I can’t paint the same person if I’ve already painted them once. I painted you for my final exam last semester, remember?” Hyunjin says, uncovering his eyes to look at Felix as he speaks. He had gotten a near-perfect score on that painting, and it currently sits in the school’s very own art gallery.

Felix hums, remembering having to sit on the grass of the school’s garden, yellow flowers of all kinds surrounding him. He had a good time, except for when a bee decided to land on a flower that was next to his shoulder. Hyunjin’s wide eyes totally gave it away that there was something creeping beside Felix and soon enough, Felix was darting out of the patch of flowers.

“So, I don’t know who to ask at this point. I could always paint myself, but then I would have to take pictures of myself and choose the one that’s best. That would take too long, so my best choice is to just paint someone else.” Hyunjin sighs, grabbing his phone to go through his contacts for the millionth time that day, hoping that he missed someone.

“Wait, I might know someone who can help. I think you know him, he’s in your creative writing class.” Felix says, and Hyunjin is lost. He doesn’t talk to a lot of people in his creative writing class, most of the people around him donning headphones of various brands and kinds. Now that he thinks about it, there is one person he does talk to and has had plenty of nice conversations with.

Kang Y/N, a rather quiet individual with a soft smile that happens to match his overall vibe. He’s a nice guy, always jumping to help anyone who needs it, whether that be studying or helping get rid of a nasty hangover. He just draws people in, the type of person you can’t bring yourself to hate. Only because he would probably just apologize for upsetting you enough to hate him.

“Oh, yeah? Who is it, I’m so desperate at this point, Lix. I will literally paint Professor Shindong, it’s that serious.” Hyunjin says, trying to fight the shiver that creeps up his body as he imagines his professor naked.

Felix lets out a loud snort, coughing as he covers his mouth and nose, fizzy liquid seeping in between his fingers. Through his coughing fit, his body thrashes with giggles and cackles alike. Why would Hyunjin put that cursed image in his head? Might as well add that to his list of nightmares.

Felix finally calms down, wiping his wet hand on Hyunjin’s bare leg, causing the black haired male to playfully kick him in the side. “Let's not even go there. No, I’m talking about Y/N. You know, the same guy who gave Johnny a lapdance at his party?”

How could anyone forget that night? It was truly… something. Everyone was drunk off their asses, some people stripping out of their clothes, some others dancing on tables. Bodies grinding against one another as the music courses through their drunken veins. Hyunjin and Felix had been there to experience the entire thing, even if the two were also very intoxicated. A game of truth of dare had broken out, and everyone resorted back to their middle-school selves, giggling as they grabbed their friends to join in on the circle of other party-goers. Hyunjin was dragged into the circle with Felix, the two of them stumbling as they fell on top of each other, eliciting laughs from everyone around them. They played the game, doing any dare that was thrown at them. The game got interesting when you were asked to give the birthday boy a special lap dance in celebration. You agreed with a nonchalant shrug, influenced by alcohol and weed, quickly made your way to Johnny, who was sitting on the couch, holding a conversation with his fellow hockey player teammates.

You just swung your legs over Johnny’s lap, the bigger male’s eyes widening as he welcomed the newfound weight on his lap. You rolled your hips in circles, your arms wrapped loosely around Johnny’s neck, feeling his growing length under your ass.

Everyone stopped to look at the two of you, some people gasping while others cheered you on. Someone even threw a ten dollar bill at you. Once you felt that Johnny’s lap dance went on long enough, you peeled yourself off of him, going back to join the circle, a sultry sway of your hips as you walked. The night ended with Felix and Hyunjin stumbling into their dorm room, the both of them passing out as soon as the door shut behind them.

“Oh, god,” Hyunjin starts his face lighting up as he remembers the night. “It was Y/N who gave Johnny a lap dance! You would never expect that from him, but to be fair, he was drunk.”

Felix nodded as he took in Hyunjin’s words. “Why don’t you ask him to be your model? You know who he is, so he isn’t a total stranger.”

Hyunjin thought about it for a second. Felix had a point, you really weren’t a stranger to him, you shared a class together. You both often helped each other with writing assignments that had you stumped, and whenever you would see each other outside of class you always offered a smile and a wave to Hyunjin. Every single time you flash that pretty smile at him, Hyunjin can see the lights of heaven calling to him from above.

“I’m convinced and desperate. Do you have his number?”

It isn’t often that you sit on a wooden stool, all of your clothes discarded as you look off to your right, looking out of the window, a solemn look on your delicate features. Actually, this is the first time you have ever done anything like this. Curse you and your need to please people when they ask you for a favor. Your left leg is crossed over your lower half, covering up your soft length. The window casts a soft yellowy-orange glow all over your naked body. You were testing out a few poses while you waited for Hyunjin to return with his mixed paint.

(Of course you have done some questionable things during your time in college, the most memorable one being that time you gave Johnny, the captain of the school’s hockey team, a lap dance at his birthday party last year. You were absolutely hammered that night, and Johnny never held that against you. The two of you still laugh about it to this day.)

Hyunjin stands in amazement as he stares as you pose so prettily on his wooden stool just a few short steps in front of his XXX-Large canvas. He knows he should probably start painting before he gets caught staring at you, but he simply can’t help it. He was surprised when you agreed to be his model, and he was even more surprised when you still agreed to be his model when he failed to mention that you had to be nude. He assumes it's because you’re the type who can’t find it in yourself to say no to anyone. He was shocked when you replied to his text pretty quickly, agreeing to model for him, asking for other details.

Hyunjin shakes his head to remind himself that he has work to do and gets his paint, quickly mixing the colors he needs. Then, a lightbulb goes off in his head. He takes a look at his mixed paint tins, examining the colors. His eyes are darting back and forth, looking at the paint and your skin. He chews on his bottom lip before he picks up a deep brown color that’s almost black.

“Hey, Y/N?” he calls to you softly, his cheeks heating up when you turn your head to look at him, a soft ‘hm?’ coming from you, your eyes wide and curious to hear what he has to say.

“Is it okay if I place a hand mark on your thigh? I think it’ll look good for the theme of the painting,” Hyunjin asks softly, his head tilting to the side as he waits for your approval or disapproval.

“Hyunjin, I’m simply your model, a lifeless doll for you to move and shape to fit your vision. If you feel that a hand print is what will set you apart from the others, then go ahead.”

Hyunjin could listen to you speak forever. You have such a way with words, it’s easy for him to get lost in the words you speak. Hyunjin might not survive for long if you keep buttering him up with the words you say to him and the way you say them.

“Of course, I think the pose you were in was perfect as it was. So, if you could pose like that again, that would be perfect.” He says, covering his hand in a deep brown paint that he mixed up just a few minutes ago.

Hyunjin’s hand is shaky as he walks over to you, his eyes scanning the naked expanse of your soft, milky skin. He counts the blemishes of your skin, noticing that you have beauty marks of various sizes and colors littering your skin. He makes a mental note to include those very marks in his painting. Hyunjin stands in front of you, his mind swimming with thoughts of you, and how truly honored he is to see you in such a soft light, naked and looking as beautiful as ever. He lifts his shaky hand and carefully places it on your bare thigh, not missing the way your leg jolts at the contact.

“I didn’t expect it to be cold,” you let out a chuckle, relaxing once you get past the initial chill of the paint. You feel the warmth of Hyunjin’s hand on your thigh, and your cheeks and ears warm up, finally coming to terms that you are indeed naked in front of your crush. You crushed on Hyunjin from afar, deciding to just adore him from a distance, your friends attempting to hype you up to get you to actually speak to the male. That is until he spoke to you for the first time in class, his eyebrows furrowed, his expression telling you that he didn’t quite understand the assignment. You mentally squealed as you explained the assignment in a way he could understand. From then on, the two of you would have a conversation every day in class, giving each other ideas.

“Sorry about that, I hoped my hand would warm it up enough so that it wouldn’t be so cold,” Hyunjin explains, removing his hand from your thigh, already missing the way your soft skin feels under his touch. “How about we get started? Just pose how you were a second ago, and keep that same expression on your face.”

As Hyunjin adds the final touches to his painting, you are in the bathroom, washing the paint off your leg. You hope the painting looks exactly how he wants it to, otherwise this would have been a waste of time. Well, not exactly a waste, you and Hyunjin had an amazing conversation as he painted you, the two of you learning more about each other to pass the time. You learned that Hyunjin has a pet at home who he loves dearly, and that he loves to paint vases with flowers in them. You also learned that he is pretty close friends with your cousin, Changbin.

Hyunjin also learned a few things about you, the most shocking thing being how you are somehow related to Changbin. You had told him many stories of your childhood with Changbin and how big of a crybaby he was back then. Hyunjin wonders how someone like Changbin, extremely muscular and dedicated to working out, could be such a crybaby as a young kid. You and Changbin are so different, you being on the quieter side, with a soft voice and a soft face to match, while Changbin is a walking tornado siren, his voice distinct and commanding. Hyunjin also learned that you major in English literature, and that you want to become a writer one day. He smiled at the way you lit up as you spoke about writing and how it makes you feel, your eyes shining under the lights of his art studio.

He hears you step out of the bathroom, and he feels your warmth behind him, your hand placed gently on his shoulder, his skin burning under his sweater where your hand lies.

A soft gasp leaves your lips as you stare at the painting. It’s truly breathtaking, you’ve never seen yourself look so… soft and ethereal. No picture could ever capture you the way Hyunjin did. Hyunjin captured your solemn expression perfectly, adding sparkling tears falling down your cheeks. He painted every single detail of your body, every blemish and scar. He even included the splotchy birthmark on your right hip and the small bunny tattoo on the inner part of your arm. The handprint on your thigh is what catches your attention next, Hyunjin made it look smeared, wrapping around the meat of your thigh, tying the painting together perfectly.

“Oh my gosh, Hyunjin..” You start, and Hyunjin swivels his head around to look at you, a soft red on his cheeks as he just smiles cheekily at you. “This is amazing! How do you do it?” You comment your eyes not leaving the painting for a second.

“Well, when your model is as pretty as you are, you find motivation to make sure you capture that beauty perfectly.”

You gawk as you finally look at Hyunjin, your jaw dropped open slightly. He thinks you’re pretty? You can’t help the way your heart beats heavily in your chest that you can feel it reverberating in your ears. You watch as Hyunjin stands up, his taller frame looming over you. Hyunjin doesn’t miss the way his wine red silk robe hangs on your frame, the material falling off your shoulders. You look up at him with wide eyes, face warm and lips slightly parted. Hyunjin brings a hand up to cup your cheek, his eyes searching yours for any discomfort or rejection. When he doesn’t find any, he slowly leans in close to you, and you meet him in the middle, your parted lips connecting with his as you both close your eyes.

Your lips mold together easily, the two of you quickly adding your tongues to the mix. Hyunjin’s tongue fights with yours, saliva gathering at the corners of your mouth as a soft whimper spills from you, your legs feeling weak from the feeling of Hyunjin’s lips on yours. Hyunjin pulls away from you for a second, chuckling as you chase his lips for more kisses.

“Patience, little doll, we wouldn’t want your pretty portrait to get ruined, right?” He says, taking the painting to dry in another area of the room where it won’t get ruined. As he’s placing the finished painting aside, his eyes land on a blank canvas that’s the same size as the one he just placed down to dry. He grabs the blank canvas, placing it on the floor as you stare in confusion.

“Hyunjin, what are you doing with that? You aren’t starting another piece, are you?” You question, your head tilted to the side as you watch Hyunjin retrieve two mid sized buckets of paint. One bucket has dried and crusty paint coating the rim, the color a pastel blue that reminds you of the hydrangeas that your grandmother grew. The other bucket looks like it’s maybe a soft pink color. As you get close to look at the name on the metal bucket, you see that it reads ‘dusty rose.’ You had never heard of such a color, you wondered if it was dark or light. You may not know everything under the sun about colors, but the required art classes you took during your school years have taught you plenty.

Hyunjin uses a flat tool to pop both lids of the paint buckets open, then he looks at you with a faux-innocent smile on his pretty face. There’s something swimming in his dark brown eyes, you can see it. “I want to make a masterpiece with you, little doll.”

Your breath catches in your throat as you catch on to what he means. He can’t really be serious, can he? This is something right out of a raunchy movie about a girl having a dom-sub relationship with a rich CEO that she works for.

“Wait, you want us to– have sex on that canvas?” You question him, your voice small and quiet as you chew on your lip waiting for Hyunjin to reply to your question.

“Only if you're comfortable, I won’t do anything that could make you uncomfortable. If you would much rather us fuck on my bed, that’s fine by me.” Hyunjin says with a smile, his eyes searching your face for any sign of uncomfortableness, but he’s only seeing a bit of uncertainty and a large amount of lust. That’s a good sign to him, you’re still in the mood to fool around with him, you just need a little bit of a push.

“I– I mean, it could be interesting..” You say, trailing off as you have an internal battle with yourself. Did you really want to have sex with Hyunjin on top of a canvas, the two of you covered in paint as you roll around making shapes with your bodies? You would be stupid to say no to something like that.

“I need a real answer, cutie. Yes, or no.” Hyunjin says, now standing in front of you as he lifts your chin up with his fingers, making you look up at him. You gulp as you stare at him, trying to find your voice.

“Yes, Hyunjin.”

You find yourself covered in pastel blue paint, Hyunjin using his hands to rub the paint all over your naked body as he kisses you with fervor. Hyunjin stands before you, his body rid of all clothes, his lean body on display for your eyes. You think he looks like a god. The once orange light of the room, now darker as the night creeps in, dances across his body, turning his sepia colored skin a few shades darker. The sun is slowly sinking away to sleep, allowing the calmness of the night to take over.

Hyunjin pulls away from the kiss and grabs the bucket of dusty rose paint, and prompts you to cover him in the paint as he did for you just a few minutes ago. And you obey, dipping your hands into the chilly paint, and you lightly shake off any excess that drips down your fingers. You bring your hands up to coat Hyunjin’s soft skin that reminds you of those tasty shortbread cookies you receive during the holidays. Your soft hands rub up and down his slim body, your mind racing as you wonder how you ended up here. The intense lust overrides all, taking over any doubts you may have had.

Hyunjin locks his lips with yours again, his eyes closing as he hums into your mouth. You swallow any noise that leaves him, your fingers gripping his supple flesh as you dip your hands in the paint one last time. A sly smile crosses your face as you bring both hands around Hyunjin, lightly slapping your hands on his ass. His body jumps a little, not expecting such an action from you. He feels your hands grip his ass, a cute but evil laugh bubbling in your chest.

“So it’s like that, huh?” Hyunjin questions, cocking one of his perfect eyebrows. He stares down at you as you nod.

Hyunjin just shakes his head as he guides you to lay down on the canvas, his body hovering over your own body. Hyunjin trails kisses form your lips all the way to your neck, leaving a light sheen of saliva in their wake. You tangle your hands in Hyunjin’s long, black hair and you untie the hair tie that’s keeping his hair contained and out of his face. The hair falls gracefully, framing Hyunjin’s face perfectly. You feel goosebump litter your skin as his hair tickles your cheeks.

As you keep kissing Hyunjin, his body laid on top of your skin, sticky from the paint, his body is keeping your legs spread. He’s rocking his body upwards, his soft abs rubbing against your growing length, causing you to moan softly into his parted mouth. His tongue is licking into your mouth, tasting the sweet pastries you ate before you arrived at his dorm. The taste is intoxicating to him, he just can’t stop kissing you. He loves how soft your lips are against his, and how they faintly taste like mint. You can feel the desperation in the way he kisses and touches you, the way his hands roam your body, the paint mixing together, creating a marble-like effect.

“I could kiss you all damn day,” Hyunjin pants out when he finally pulls away to allow you both to catch your breath. Your body is buzzing with excitement, the feeling of Hyunjin’s creamy and soft skin rubbing against your hard length causes a pulsing thrill to course through your veins. Hyunjin can feel the precome leaking from your tip as it coats his body, giving him a nice glide as he continues to rub all on you.

The sound of a door opening shakes both of you out of your dazed and lustful trances. You both turn your attention to the door wide eyed as the person pokes their head into the room. Your body immediately heats up as your eyes land on a mop of blonde hair. Blonde hair that belongs to your gaming partner, Felix. If you weren’t so clouded with high desire and lust, you would be embarrassed. But the fact that you’ve been caught under Hyunjin’s naked body makes your veins tingle.

Felix’s soft brown eyes flick back and forth between you and Hyunjin, his eyebrows furrowed and a slight frown settling on his freckled face. You’re a little confused, why does he look like a kicked puppy? Is he upset that you and Hyunjin are engaging in such an intimate state of affairs? You want to cradle his face and kiss his frown away.

“Oh no, Y/N. We forgot to include poor Lixie. What kind of friends are we?” Hyunjin says as he looks at Felix. Hyunjin waves Felix over, gesturing for the blonde to join in. Felix walks into the art studio, his eyes falling on your body. He takes in the way your legs are spread open, the pastel blue paint coating your skin, with small amounts of dusty rose paint mixed in. He so desperately wants to join you and Hyunjin, and he’s almost positive that you want him to join in as well.

As Felix stands there, not entirely sure what to do, you speak up. “Hyunjin, is Lixie going to be joining us?” You ask.

“We have to make it up to him somehow, don’t you think?” Hyunjin says, and you nod in agreement. Felix’s face warms up, his cheeks and ears turning a soft red color as his heart pounds heavily in his chest. “Come on, Lixie. Get undressed and join us.”

Felix wastes absolutely no time in ridding himself of his clothes. Once he’s fully nude, he kneels down beside your head, his length hanging heavily between his legs. You examine his naked skin, noticing that his freckles don’t stop at his cheeks. You notice the light scattering of freckles on his thighs and stomach and you want to kiss every single freckle.

Hyunjin helps you sit up, and he stands up. “Why don’t you make it up to him, Y/N. Give him plenty of kisses to show how sorry you are for leaving him out. I’ll be back in just a sec.” Hyunjin says as he goes to get some more paint for Felix.

You turn your body and look deep into Felix’s eyes. You notice flecks of light brown in his eyes. His pupils are blown wide as he looks from your eyes to your lips and back again. You both lean in at the same time, meeting in the middle as your lips connect. Kissing Felix is very different from Hyunjin. Felix’s lips aren’t as soft as Hyunjin’s, and the chapped skin rubs against your own lips in just the right way. Fe;ix slides his tongue inside your mouth as his hands find their place on your hips, rubbing little circles on the flesh there. You hum into his mouth as you scoot closer to him, and you find yourself on top of him as he pushes your hips to grind your hard cocks together.

Hyunjin watches you both make out for a while until he’s setting a paint bucket down, causing you to break your kiss with Felix, but not once letting up on the grinding.

“Y/N, why don’t you cover Lixie in some paint? We wouldn’t want to leave him out of this masterpiece, would we?”

After you all are messy and covered in paint, you find yourself on your back as Hyunjin is buried deep inside you, his hips moving at the pace of a snail. Felix is hovering over your head, his cock buried inside your wet, warm mouth. Hyunjin and Felix are kissing messily above you, drops of their mixed saliva falling on your body. You’re whining, the sound slightly muffled by Felix’s cock being forced down your throat. It burns a little, but not in a bad way. You were no stranger to giving blowjobs, but you’ve never taken one that was the size of Felix. He was huge, to be frank. His cock is thick too, you wonder how someone as slim as him could live with such a monster cock. His cock stretches your throat nicely, it makes your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Look, Lixie. Our little doll’s eyes are rolling to the back of his head. I guess we’re doing a good job of stuffing his holes.” Hyunjin teases and you can hear Felix chuckle as he thrusts into your mouth, and you can feel his short wiry pubic hair touch your chin. You let out a choked noise when he does, spit falling from the corners of your mouth.

“I guess so, Hyun. I have an idea, though.” Felix says, pulling out of your mouth, a string of saliva connecting between your bottom lip and the tip of his cock. He sits back on his heels as he watches Hyunjin stop the slow thrusts of his hips. “Let’s see who can make our little doll cum the fastest, yeah?” Felix says, knowing Hyunjin can’t resist a little competition.

“That’s a perfect idea, Lixie. Why don’t I go first since I’m already inside him?” Hyunjin says. Felix agrees as he grabs his phone to keep track of the time. He sits down by your head again and he starts the time.

Once Hyunjin gets the go-ahead, he starts to slam into you at a brutal pace, causing you to arch your back off the canvas. You let out a high-pitched whine as you feel his hands grab onto your left leg, placing the limb over his shoulder so he can pound into your tight heat much deeper. You cry out, Hyunjin’s name falling from your lips as your body bounces from the force of his thrusts.

Hyunjin grunts continuously as he loses himself in the pleasure. His dark hair is sticking to his forehead and his neck as the small art studio quickly heats up. He can feel the sweat dripping down his body, little drops falling from his nose and into his mouth. He brings his hand to wrap around your angry length, stroking it fast and matching the pace of his hips rocking into you. It doesn’t take long for you to cry out, long and loud, as you spill all over Hyunjin’s hand, the milky white liquid splashing onto your chest. Your body shakes with pleasure as you feel Hyunjin paint your inner walls white with his release. He pumps himself inside you a few more times before he pulls out, watching as the white liquid drips out of your hole.

“Four minutes and twenty-two seconds, Hyun.” Felix says turning his phone to Hynnjin to prove that he isn’t lying.

“Huh, not half bad. Think you can do better, Lixie?’ Hyunjin says. There’s a teasing lightness to his voice, and Felix tuts, handing the older male his phone.

“Tch, of course I can do better. Just watch me.” Felix says as he crawls over to you. He helps you get on your hands and knees. You let him move you, your mind still reeling from the way Hyunjin just railed you like it was nothing.

As you hold yourself up as best as you can, you feel Felix’s length slide its way into you. You feel full, a soft whimper falling from your lips. Hyunjin starts the clock, and Felix is fully inside you, his tip kissing your prostate without him even having to try. He lets you adjust for a few short seconds until he’s absolutely slamming into you. He hits your prostate dead on, and you can already feel that tight coil in your gut beginning to unravel. You let out a string of curses as Felix abuses your hole, your cock dripping in between your legs. You can’t hold it anymore at this point, and you feel yourself gushing all over the canvas below you. You cry out, tears falling down your cheeks as overstimulation takes over your body. You feel your arms giving out as they wobble. Hyunjin, acting fast, makes sure you don’t fall flat on your face as he slides under your upper body, allowing you to fall into his lap. Your ass is still up in the air, your hips held tightly in Felix’s hands. He thrusts a few more times and he finds himself spilling into you, his cum mixing with Hyunjin’s. He pulls out of you, using his thumb to push any cum that attempts to drip out of you.

“Well, looks like you win, Lixie. Three minutes and seven seconds.” Hyunjin says. There’s a pout on his face, not really liking the idea of losing. He’ll have to get over it, because the only thing he’s worried about right now is making sure he and Felix didn’t break you. He strokes your hair as you lay on his lap, breathing heavily, your body twitching every few seconds as you come down from such an intense high.

“We should really clean up. The paint is drying and getting crusty.” Felix says, picking at the soft purple paint that’s drying on his skin. Hyunjin nods, and a smirk creeps onto his face.

“Round two in the shower?”

Oh good lord. Someone please help you.

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Your back presses against the worn-out fabric of the couch as you sit on the floor. Your legs are pulled in, knees drawn up close to your chest in a protective pose. Your fingers tug at the loose threads of your pants. The tiny movements of your hands betray the tension you feel. With a cautious gaze, you stare at the man in front of you as he sifts through your backpack. You want to say something. The words are poised on the tip of your tongue. But you stay silent, your lips pressed together in a tight line. The stranger tosses your belongings back at you, your backpack landing at your feet, when he doesn't find what he's been searching for.

The moment of tenuous silence shatters like glass. Questions start pouring out, all directed at you. He asks for your name, then he demands to know where you come from and what you are doing here. He also wants to know whether you are alone or with someone. Lastly, as his voice hardens and his eyes narrow, he asks why you attacked him.

At first, you refuse to utter a single word. In your stubborn mind, you convince yourself that you don't owe this stranger any explanations. You think that if he wants to know something, first, he should try to be more amiable rather than acting like some creepy investigator. But as he steps closer to you, his imposing frame casting a looming shadow over your curled body, his dark eyes piercing the very core of your being, you realise you have no choice but to play by his rules.

So, first, you answer the last question he asked.

"I thought you were a biter," you mumble, gathering up the courage to meet his gaze.

A puzzled look washes over his face, his head tilting to the side, as if he's not sure what you mean.

"A biter?"

"A dead man, you know, like the ones who roam around the streets, wanting to eat anyone they cross their paths with," you say, rolling your eyes in slight annoyance. You sigh, realising that if you have to explain every answer to him, this conversation is going to drag on longer than you expected.

You continue to speak. After you are done, apparently, he is satisfied with your responses because he gives you back your knife. You hadn't even noticed that he'd been holding it in his hand all this time.

The stranger is still wearing the skull mask. You wish he would take it off because it makes you feel uneasy, as if he's hiding some secret underneath it. But even if you can't see his face, you can tell he is anxious about something by the way he is pacing around the room, circling the couch you are sitting next to, and fiddling with his gloves as his eyes move from one window to another.

After some time, when he turns around and stops paying attention to you, you stand up. Your legs feel numb, but you grab your backpack, throw it over your shoulders and decide it's your cue to leave. The man doesn't seem to have vile intentions, but you don't know what might be going on inside his mind. As soon as you take the first step, trying not to make much noise, the floors creak and he turns around on his heel. His hand seizes your arm, and he sinks his fingers into your flesh, forcing you to halt.

"I'm coming with you," he says, and you think it's a question. But the stern and unyielding tone of his voice tells you otherwise.

You glance over your shoulder. When your eyes meet with his chest, you lift your chin to look at his covered face. You don't want him to follow you. You don't know this man. From what you can tell, your gut feeling whispers to you that he isn't someone you wish to have in your company.

"N-no," you reply, but your voice stutters as you speak. You try to pull your arm out of his grip, but his hold only tightens, refusing to let you go. His nails are still digging into your flesh, causing sharp jolts of pain to travel up your arm.

"I saved your life," he reminds you, as if that should be enough to change your mind.

You are adamant about sticking to your decision, not wanting to bring any strays back home. Maybe if you had met in a different way, in a situation where his and your first instincts weren't to kill each other, you would allow him to follow you. But now, you promise yourself you won't let him go with you.

"After trying to kill me!" You spit back, trying to shake his fingers off again.

He rolls his dark eyes and scoffs, muttering something under his breath that you can't quite understand. When you take a step back, to your surprise, he lets you go, letting his arm fall back to his side.

"You have no choice. I'm coming with you whether you like it or not," he says, a tired sigh eluding him as he exhales. "I need a place to crash for a day or two, and you need someone to help you get back home, wherever that is."

You realise that arguing with him is pointless. Although you still want to stick to your decision, you think he has a point. It would be good to have someone like him by your side, killing any biters who dare to step in front of you. Of course, he could be a serial killer who you are bringing back to your house. Yet you decide to take your chances and bet that he's not. After all, he had one chance to drive your own knife into your skull and he didn't do it.

You gnaw on your bottom lip, twirling the blade in your hands. He watches you, waiting for your answer, but something tells you that no matter what it is, no matter if you don't agree to take him with you, he will go with you, regardless.

"I don't even know your name."

"Simon."

The journey back to your home consumes the entire daylight hours. Not as a result of the extensive distance that you need to cover, but because of your insatiable curiosity and determination to painstakingly explore each and every quaint little shop that you come across. You rummage through the dusty shelves and the forgotten corners. You even dare to venture into the backrooms of these shops. Your heart pounds like a drum against your ribs as you search for any remaining scraps of food that could have been left behind.

This part of town is uncharted territory for you, a place you've never visited before. Despite the risks that come with exploring new areas, you feel safe with Simon by your side. He's always alert and ready to take down any biters that block the way. He seldom speaks. When he does open his mouth, it's usually to give a command, instructing you to move, hide, and stay out of his way as he fights. While you're still curious about this mysterious stranger, you no longer feel the need for conversation. If he handles all the threats that come your way, you are content with his silence.

A couple of times, you even persuade him to extend your scavenging efforts beyond the confines of the shops and into the eerie silence of abandoned homes. The potential to find extra supplies within these desolate dwellings is too appealing to ignore. But after the deafening noise of forcibly prying open a third door echoes through the empty streets, attracting the unwanted attention of lurking biters, Simon puts his foot down. He insists that you both stop your little explorations and start prioritising your safety.

Like you, he has a distinct preference for the knife as his primary weapon of choice. The conversations between you two are few and far between. Yet, during one of those rare exchanges, he reveals to you the reason behind his reluctance to use a firearm.

"It's quieter… and doesn't attract the attention of peop—the dead," he stammers, his voice trailing off into an uneasy whisper. With a practiced motion, he wipes the blade against his rough, worn-out pants, cleaning off the dark, sticky blood. For a fleeting moment, you think he was about to say 'people'. A part of you aches to ask why he wouldn't want to encounter them. After all, you've always believed that finding other survivors in this desolate world would be a ray of hope, a good thing.

If only you could have found a community, a group of survivors, when all your family was still together, you would have preferred to live among them. The idea of a community with shared responsibility and mutual support was comforting. But you weren't able to find any such sanctuary. And as the days turned into weeks and then months, it became too dangerous to go searching. The risk was too great and the home, as desolate as it was, offered a modicum of safety.

You can't shake off the feeling that Simon is holding something back, biting his tongue. You reckon it would be fair if you asked questions now. After all, it is your turn. Yet, for reasons you can't explain, you swallow all your words and keep your mouth shut.

Caught in a whirlwind of your thoughts, you loiter down the worn-out pavement. Your gaze is fixated on the ground beneath you. You move in a rhythm almost akin to a trance, attempting to sidestep the countless fissures and cracks that blemish the otherwise smooth concrete. Suddenly, an urgent grip on your hand shatters your solitary reverie. Startled, you turn to find Simon pulling you to the side. You shoot him a glare, irritation brewing within you. Upon turning your head to face him, your annoyance quickly dissipates as you notice his attention is directed not at you, but somewhere else. Following the path of his intense gaze, your eyes widen in horror.

Before you can even react, Simon steps in front of you. His protective stance forms a barrier between you and the approaching danger. With measured steps, he edges towards the side of the road where a thick cluster of bushes lies. Clutched in his hand is a knife, its blade glimmers ominously. Despite the palpable tension in the air, his demeanour remains unnervingly calm.

An overwhelming wave of confusion washes over you. It's as if the world has tilted on its axis. But then an all-too-familiar sound reaches your ears. It's a low, guttural growl, accompanied by the soft rustling of leaves. As it echoes through the street, your breath hitches in your throat. The chilling realisation hits you like a freight train barrelling down the tracks at full speed. If you had continued your absent-minded stroll, unaware of the danger lurking just a few steps away, a biter would have sprung from the underbrush. With a snarl, he would have lunged at you, sinking his teeth into the first part of your body he could get his grimy hands on.

Without a moment's hesitation, Simon drives his knife deep into the biter's skull. You realise this is the second time he has saved your life. Your mouth is dry. Your throat feels constricted like a tightly coiled snake, so you remain silent. Gratitude overrides your initial irritation at his insistence on tagging along. You're relieved he came with you—his presence has proven to be more than just comforting.

As Simon withdraws his knife, the immediate danger is diffused. The body falls to the ground at your feet, the biter's lifeless eyes staring at you. You take a deep breath, feeling the adrenaline slowly receding. Simon turns to look at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of sternness and concern. Neither of you speaks, yet you're able to understand each other without words.

I'm thinking of creating a tag list for this story. If you'd like to be tagged in the next part, please let me know!

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❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ ❚ 𓍢 YOUTUBE SERIES huh yunjin

🧋💿 yunjin and yn being girlfriends for five minutes 76k views

masterlist . next

clip one (when yunjin brought her face wayyyy to close to yns)

“how’d I do ?” yunjin asked the shorter girl, walking towards her. she was doing a scene for the girls comeback and yn accompanied her to the set to cheer her on.

“you did good” yn replied, giving thumbs up to the camera before turning back to yunjin. “really good.”

“really good ?” yunjin repeated the girls words, coming closer to her, holding on to yn’s arms until there was barely room between them. “you sure ?” her face extremely close to yns.

yn leaned back, her face feeling like it’s on fire the closer yunjin got. “yes!” she squealed feeling her heart rate go up.

yunjin let go of yn laughing her ass off at yn��s reaction.

yn turned to the camera with her hand on her chest. “oh my god.”

blooper beep sound effect

clip two (when yunjin brought yn food, while yn was doing a photoshoot.)

today yn was doing a photoshoot for calvin klein, it was the first time it was just her on her own doing a solo photoshoot most of time her member’s accompany her, but today she’s on her own.

“I’m by myself today guys.” yn said to the camera she was holding for behind the scene footage for the channel. “I’ve never done an underwear shoot before.” she pulled her blanket tighter around her. “I wonder what the girl’s reaction is gonna be when they see it, cheawon unnie will probably be like oh my god !” yn mocked the leader giggling.

yn yawned softly. “fearnot’s I’m hungry.” she adjusted herself in the seat she was in. “but I can’t eat until the shoot is over.”

“I think it’s time to do more photos.” she got up from her seat.

yn was in an empty laundry basket, lifting up her calvin klein sweater slightly, posing for the camera, only to flinch when she hears a loud voice.

“YN” she looked to the side to see yunjin holding delivery food.

their manager tells yunjin to sit down until yn is finish the shoot and then she can eat.

after yn is done, she picks up the camera and turning it on while she walks towards yunjin.

“guys yunjin is here and she brought food.” the girl smiles at the camera as she stands in front of yunjin.

yunjin pulls yn to stand between her legs. “you look so pretty.” she says looking up at the girl.

yn smiles at the compliment. “thank you, I didn’t even know you were coming.”

“I know I just thought it would be nice to bring you some food.” yunjin motions the girl to sit with her and starts unpacking the food.

“thank you, say hi.” yn turns the camera towards yunjin, the blonde waving at the camera.

“okay guys I’m gonna go eat.”

clip three (them trying to explain why they covered sofia by clairo )

“um, a lot of songs that I cover I have some sort of connection to it or I relate to it.” yunjin says to the interviewer, one arm around the back of yn’s seat.

the interviewer raises an eye brow. “oh really ? so what connection do you have to that song that you covered with yn, what’s it called sofia ?”

yn’s mouth dropped slightly as eunchae giggled.

“oh um.” yunjin turns to look at yn.

( it’s giving yeri’s “I like girls.” Interview) (play the clip)

yn coughs awkwardly. “maybe not all the songs she covers have a connection, right jen ?” she turns to yunjin laughing awkwardly.

“yes of course ahahhaha” yunjin turns her head away awkwardly.

blooper beep sound effect

clip four ( just them during practice for anti fragile.”

yn breathing heavily, leans down to get her water bottle.

as she practically drowns it yunjin walks up behind her, wrapping her arms around yn.

“can I have some, i finished mine.” she says in the girls ear, yn nodding she lifts her bottle towards yunjin lips.

cut

“do you think I’m fragile ?” yn says to the camera making a stank face.

yunjin throws her arm around yn’s shoulder. “do you think I’m fragile?” mocking yn.

cut

“yn is mad at me.” yunjin says to the camera, while yn stands in front of the girl, glaring at her.

yn turns around, about to walk away but yunjin grabs her arm, turning her back around.

“yn come onnnnnn.” yunjin drags out,wrapping her arms around the girl.

“noooo” yn wines, she scrunches her face when yunjin kisses her cheek a little to close to her mouth.

(twitter was in flames)

clip five (when it looked like yunjin was gonna kiss yn at the mma’s)

the girls were sitting enjoying the performances, yunjin leans in whisper something in yn’s ear but yn turns her head around quick to the girl, their faces inches apart , yn flinches hard at the closeness.

yunjin flinches at the girls speed, raising her hands up in defence as yn covers her face in embarrassment.

cheawon looks at girls in shock after only seeing when their faces were inches apart.

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🧋📁 I had to much fun writing this more is on the way.

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daisyvisions · 1 year ago

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A Promise Is A Promise… - (k.yh)

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Warnings: Smut (18+, minors DNI), enemies-to-lovers (ish?), fondling with tits, nipple play, tit sucking, thigh riding, pet name (sweetheart), act is consented

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. Word count: 1.4K

‧⋆ ✧˚₊‧⋆. A/N: Here you go, this is me entering my Younghoon era 🙃 Also, this fic is heavily focused on the mention of breasts but size in particular is not mentioned (I hope? I'm sorry if it does!). This was supposed to be a blurb but I got carried away so enjoy haha 😭

“Show me your tits…”

“I'm sorry, what?”

You looked at him in disbelief. Your eyes widened and your eyebrows raised all the way to your hairline. Did he just say that?

“I said, show me your tits.” He reiterated.

“And why the fuck would I show you my tits?! Are you insane?!”

Younghoon just smirked at how you were reacting to his demand. “That's because you owe me one, remember?”

“No, I don't.” You scoffed. The nerve of this guy.

Amused by your demeanor, Younghoon takes calculated steps towards you and mirrors your current pose. He places his hand on your shoulder and bends down to your eye level.

“Really? Let me refresh your memory then, sweetheart. Didn't you say you'd do anything I wanted after I got you out of that mess last Tuesday? Where you almost could've gotten suspended if only I didn't show up and save your ass?”

Fuck…he's right.

Your flaring cheeks go unnoticed by Younghoon, who's completely reveling in the moment. To have you completely bend to his will. If only he could record this moment and watch it over and over again.

“But-but I-” you stammer, your heart slowly pounding knowing there's no way out of this.

“Oh yes, remember now? So… shirt off!” His smile widening from ear to ear.

“Can't I just give you a kiss on the cheek or buy you something? Please anything but…that.” You couldn't look at him in the eye at this point. Had it been some other guy, you would've instantly flashed your tits at them.

But Younghoon? You would rather die.

“No can do. I wanna see your tits…. now.” He demanded.

“FINE! “You throw your arms up as you turn around and stomp to sit on his bed. You immediately tug on the hem of your shirt and lift the article of clothing off your body, leaving you with your favorite colored lace bra.

“There… happy? Like what you see?” You ask with a snarky tone, but you feel your confidence slowly deteriorating as he says nothing and just looks at you in the eye.

Younghoon briefly chuckles to himself for a moment and sits down, manspreading on the armchair across from the bed.

There's an awkward air between you two. The way he's looking at you is making you feel nervous and… tingly? Before you could even ask what's next, he speaks.

“Come here.” He utters as you absentmindedly follow his command.

You stand between his legs as he looks up at you with a look you can't really understand.

“Remove the bra.”

“W-what?”

“I said… remove. the. bra.” His tone becoming more stern.

“Younghoo-”

“You promised, remember? Or do you want me to do it for you?” He smirks.

Without realizing it, you nod at his question, only snapping back into reality as you feel his warm hands pulling your waist closer to him to reach the hook of your bra behind you.

You both watch the straps loosen around your shoulders as the whole bra slowly peels off from your body until your chest is completely bare to him. Your breasts falling naturally to their position after being constrained.

His face is mere inches away from your soft skin. Your cheeks start flaring up even more than they were earlier as he continues to stare at the sight in front of him.

“Fffuuccckkkkk…” He drags out every letter of the word, staring at your tits like they were the eighth wonder of the world.

You feel your hands getting clammy, knots slowly forming at the pit of your stomach. You've never seen him stare like this before.

Sure, death stares from across the room and side glances were common between the two of you. But this? This was something entirely new.

“Okaayyy I think we're done her-” You suddenly squeal as Younghoon grabs your waist and pulls you to sit on his lap, making you land on his thigh.

“Ah ah ah.” He waves his index finger in front of you. “We're not done here, sweetheart.” His hands slowly moving up towards under your breasts, you feel the rough pads of his fingers deliciously graze your skin.

Before continuing, he looks up at you for reassurance to what he's hinting at and you nod in response. Younghoon may be an asshole, but he needs to make sure you're okay with this too.

His hands move to slowly grasp the flesh of your tits, letting out a sigh of content before he starts fondling with them.

At first, he gives your tits a light squeeze, seeing his fingers make an indent to your skin. The slow movements making your spine shiver and your core grow warm. He continues to knead your breasts until his thumbs fiddle with your hardened nipples.

You bite your lip, refraining from letting out a soft whimper nesting in your throat. But Younghoon sees right through you and continues to flick your nipples with his thumbs faster.

“You're so pretty…” he mutters under his breath, watching his hands groping and kneading at your chest.

The movements of his hand start to get to you as you feel your core dampening with your slick. You try not to think about it too much, but Younghoon is ten steps ahead of you. He feels the warmth blooming down at your cunt against his thigh.

He bounces his leg once to cause friction to your core, watching you try to keep it together miserably.

“Shit I can't take it anymore.” He suddenly says before diving his mouth straight to your nipple, licking your sensitive bud like an animal. His other hand rolling your other nipple between his fingers.

Very faint whimpers of pleasure start to spill out of your mouth the more he keeps on giving attention to your breasts like this. Sucking and licking your nipples like his life depended on it.

You hear the rumble of his groans vibrating against your skin, the front of your panties becoming even more wet than it was earlier on.

Younghoon is living his best life right now. Sucking the tits of the girl that drives him insane (in more ways than one). His cock practically throbbing and aching to be set free, but he pushes his own pleasure aside for now to focus on his current actions.

A litter of red marks appear across your chest as he sucks hickies on your sensitive skin, marking you for the next person to see and well…. as a reminder for you when you look at yourself in the mirror.

A reminder of this moment with him.

All the sensations coursing through your body were making your head get foggy to the point you didn't even realize you were already rolling your hips, grinding your core against Younghoon's thigh.

“That's it, sweetheart, use me. Get off on me.” he mumbles against your skin. You listen to him instinctively, increasing the pace of your hips.

You start to feel a knot tightening in your abdomen, continuing to roll your hips as you chase that sweet release.

“Y-younghoo- I'm gonna cum…” you whine. You feel his hands grip your hips and drag them against his thigh as he helps you get closer to your high.

“Cum for me… I wanna see your pretty face when you do- shit” he looks up at you, keeping his gaze on your face.

Your mouth starts forming an “o” and suddenly the knot inside your abdomen snaps, making you clench your thighs against Younghoon's thigh. Your head falls instantly against his shoulder as you let out a string of moans.

You stay in that position, trying to catch your breath as Younghoon rubs his hands on your back, soothing you from your high.

As you lift your head off from his shoulders, your eyes meet his. You both look at each other for a moment until you start to feel nervous again from his gaze.

“So… we good?” you awkwardly ask.

He smirks as he lets out a chuckle before tucking the loose strand of hair behind your ear and moves to hold your chin up with his fingers,

“Just perfect.”

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smiley-star · 4 months ago

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Older and Wiser

Leo keeps making fun of his future self (Leonardo) but he forgets one important detail; that's him. He knows all his weaknesses, and is ready for payback.

(Tickling, sfw as always, Tce$t and feti$h ppl DNI!!!)

(Also I like the father-son relationship there could be btwn Future and present Leo)

Lee: Leo💙

Ler: Future Leo💙

“Are those wrinkles a part of your look too?” Leo laughed, pointing at the lines on Leonardo's forehead.

“You try living through an apocalypse,” Leonardo sighed, rolling his eyes for the millionth time.

“At least I won't lose my good looks,” Leo snarked, posing, “Maybe we should call you Grandpa instead of Leonardo!”

“No.”

“Maybe gramps?”

“No.”

“Granddad!”

“No!”

“I got it!” Leo yelled, snapping his fingers, “Peepaw!”

“THAT'S IT-!” Leonardo exclaimed, standing up with a grunt that started the old man jokes again and marched over to Leo.

“You sure your hip didn't break when you got up- EEEP!” Leo shrieked as Leonardo lifted him up and promptly carried him to his room. The massive train car Donnie had to custom build to fit his hulking figure.

“What, gonna tell me stories about your youth?” Leo laughed as Leonardo threw him in the bed.

“You've forgotten one fatal detail, kid,” Leonardo said, an evil grin spreading across his face.

“And what's that?” Leo said snarkily, but he gulped nervously.

“I am you,” Leonardo said, diving down and beginning to mercilessly tickle Leo's sides.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” Leo shrieked, laughing hysterically and kicking at Leonardo, who merely laughed and didn't react at all.

“NAHAAHHAAH- STAHAHAHAHAHAP!” Leo squealed, thrashing as Leonardo tickled his sides.

“No can do, kiddo,” Leonardo teased, grabbing Leo's hands in his prosthetic and lifting them above his head.

Leo squealed as Leonardo tickled his tummy relentlessly, wiggling his fingers and tracing along the lines in his plastron.

“WHAHAHAHAHAT-!?” Leo shrieked as the wiggling fingers traced along the lines of his plastron. None of his brothers had ever done that before! It tickled so much!

Leonardo laughed, “Figured that out a few years ago!”

Leo squealed as Leonardo's massive hand began tickling at his upper thigh, right where it met his plastron. Again- another thing that had never happened before.

“HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA!” Leo shrieked with laughter, kicking his legs at the new sensation of his thigh and plastron being tickled.

“That one was when I was younger,” Leonardo laughed.

“YOOHOHOHOHOU- WEHEHEHERE NEHEEVEEVEE YOHOHOHOUNG PEEHEHEHEPAW!” Leo squealed.

“Oh you're asking for it now!” Leonardo laughed, leaning down.

“WAHAHAHAHAHAHAIT!” Leo shrieked as Leonardo blew a mercilessly raspberry on his plastron just above his side, he thrashed as the tickling raspberry didn't stop.

“TOHOHOHOO MUHUHUHHCH!” Leo squealed as Leonardo finally pulled away.

“We can hold our breath for a long time,” Leonardo chuckled, “Perfect for raspberries.” He immediately blew another merciless raspberry but this time on Leo's tummy.

Leo shrieked as the raspberry continued mercilessly, and then Leonardo finally pulled away, only to immediately start tickling his tummy again.

His hand was so big it went the entire expanse of his tummy, making the tickling even worse.

“Tickle tickle tickle!” Leonardo cooed, making Leo shriek.

“NAHAHAHAHT YOHOHOHOHOU TOOHOHOHOH!” Leo squealed, thrashing and cackling.

“Yes me too!” Leonardo laughed, “Tickle tickle, Little Blue! I wemember how ticklish my wittle tummy was!”

“STAHAHAHAP!” Leo shrieked, laughing loudly and throwing his head back as Leonardo tickled at his tummy harder. His fingers wiggling across his plastron mercilessly.

“What's the magic word?”

“PLEHEHEHEASE!”

“And?”

“SOHOHOHOHORRY!”

“That's better,” Leonardo laughed, leaning down and blowing raspberries and nibbling at Leo's tummy.

“I SAHAHAHAIAD SOHOHOHOHORRY!”

“But I'm hungry!” Leonardo laughed, nibbling at Leo's tummy and making him shriek as he tickled at his sides, “And I wemember how much nibbles tickled my ticklish wittle tummy!”

“OOOYAHAHAHAAJJJJJIIII-!” Leo shrieked without meaning to, making Leonardo’s face light up.

“‘Oyaji’ huh!?” Leonardo beamed, blowing another raspberry and making Leo shriek, “I don't mind being a Dad again!”

“HAHAHAHAHAHA- NAHAHAHA! I DIHIHIHIHIDN’T SAY AHAHAHA THAHAHAHAT!” Leo squealed, face turning completely red in embarrassment. Because there was no way he'd call his future self oyaji. (Means father in Japanese)

“Yes you did!” Leonardo laughed, his entire being lit up in joy, “Your Oyaji is right here, Little Blue!”

“NOHOHOHO!” Leo squealed as Leonardo began blowing rapsberries on and nibbling at his tummy again, his other hand tickling all the sensitive spots on his sides harder, “OYA- HAHAHAHA NOOHOHOHOH! I MEEHEHEHEAN LEONAHAHAHARDO!”

“I'm not Leonardo, I'm Oyaji, remember?” Leonardo laughed, tickling Leo's tummy again, “Come on! Say it!”

“NAHAHAHAHAT HAHAHAHAPPENING!” Leo shrieked.

“Then I'll just tickle it out of you again!” Leonardo laughed, “I got a great idea!”

He unwrapped his scarf, using it to tie Leo's hands above his head and onto the bedframe.

He watched Leo's eyes go wide with fear and anticipation as both of Leonardo's hands were free now. And one was much larger than the other.

“Whehehe- we can talk about thihiHIHIHIS!” Leo shrieked as both hands started mercilessly tickling his sides, the prosthetic hand was huge and pretty much engulfed his entire side with tickles.

“HAHAHAHAHAHA- AHH HAHAHAHAHA! LEEHHEHEHEEHEHOOHOHOHNAAHHAHAHRDOOHHOHOHO!” Leo shrieked.

“Wrong name!” Leonardo cooed, “C'mon! Tickle tickle, little Blue~!”

“NAHAHAHAHA!’ Leo squealed as Leonardo stated blowing raspberries on his ribs, tickling his tummy with his real hand and his side with the prosthetic.

“Just say it!” Leonardo laughed, blowing a mercilessly raspberry.

“NEHEHEHEHEHEVER!”

“You asked for this!” Leonardo warned, grinning as he leaned down to one of Leo's most sensitive spots on his side.

“WHAHAHAHAHAIT-” Leo's protest was cut off by a loud shriek of laughter as Leonardo blew the most ticklish, evil raspberry Leo had ever felt on it.

“OOOYAHAHAHAAJI, NOHOHOHO MOHOHOHORE!” Leo shrieked as Leonardo went back to tickling his tummy with both hands.

“Of course, Musuko.” Leonardo teased, tickling Leo's tummy harder before finally pulling away. (Musuko means son in Japanese)

Leonardo freed Leo's hands from the scarf, and the teen rolled on his side, giggling as he wrapped his arms around himself.

Leonardo chuckled, giving him a bottle of water. Eventually Leo calmed down, leaning against the older version of himself as he sipped at his water.

“So Oyaji, huh?”

“SHUT UP!” Leo shrieked, face red from embarrassment.

"I finally understand why our brothers liked tickling us so much."

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cherry-poppins · 2 years ago

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Drunken Confessions (UF!Sans x Reader)

I'm not good with words but I’ll pour my heart out to you

Drink until my heart and mind are through

I look into your eyes and I see a reflection of mine

I think we’ll be alright

“What do you mean?! Is he alright? Why didn’t you stop him?! Yeah I know it’s your job but still…. yeah yeah I'm on my way, don’t let him leave and keep an eye on him till i get there, i mean it” You hand up the phone with a sigh which quickly turned into a groan. Quickly grabbing your jacket you make your way over to Grillby’s.

You had received a call from Grillby requesting you to pick up Sans, finding out he was more liquor than skeleton and that he didn't want to deal with San's “drunk ass”.

Kicking the snow of your shoes as you enter the bar, scanning the area only to find Sans slumped over the counter giggling to himself. Well at least he was in a good mood this time.

After hearing the door close, his skull lifted a little to glance over at you. His drunk daze melting a little as he grinned happily at you, waving with enthusiasm and winking at you “eyyy! there'z ma babydoll! whut’s happnin’ hot stuff?~”

Oh yeah this was gonna be real fun.

“Saannnsss…..” you let out in a sigh, giving him a sympathetic gaze before asking. “How much have you had to drink?”

“hmm… not nuff.. haha…” he grinned, giggling to himself. He had multiple shot glasses and a half empty bottle of fire whiskey next to him. He wasn’t exactly a lightweight, the complete opposite actually. Yet whenever he did shots that logic seemed to fly out the window. “oh! I forgot to ask; how do ya like my outfit?” he spun around on the bar chair, striking a pose.

You couldn’t help but smile as you shook your head. Followed by a laugh that you were trying so hard to hide. “I think I'd like it a lot better if you were sober, Sans”

“Well where's the fun in dat, eh~

“Oh my sweet drunk, bone boy…” You whispered sweetly, giving him a sweet look. You couldn’t stay mad at him, not when he was like this. He could get a scolding after his hangover the next morning. “Have you eaten?” You asked as you put your arm around him. He usually forgot to feed himself, something you learned about sans when he got drunk. Which is funny because he loved to eat, anything and everything.

He takes your hand, giving it a light squeeze with his cold bony hand. “Nah, ‘m actually pretty hungry.” He says, glancing at you with his wide eye lights and his goofy grin. “Wanna get a slice of pie and watch tv with me, doll?”

You smile at him, squeezing his hand back in recognition. “Pie and Tv sounds fucking amazing right now” you answer as you helped sans out of his chair. “come on you ol’ bag of bones let's get you home”' You paid Sans bill, leaving Grillby a generous tip. Joking that he needed it after tonight, which rewarded you a laugh from the flame monster. A rare treat.

The wind blew, and the snow was falling lightly. It was such a calm, tranquil night. The only sound was the wind rustling through the trees, the sounds of crunchy snow under shoes, and the occasional chatter between the two as they walked home.

You breathed in the cold night air, smiling as snowflakes decorated your face, scattering themselves throughout your hair. Looking down at Sans you could help but smile, once again giggling to himself as he recites the worst of puns. With the occasional dad joke or two. They were so bad that you couldn't help but laugh. “So Sans, what were we thinking of watching when we got home?” You ask as you unlock the front door to the house.

He grinned like a kid in a candy shop, watching you make your way into the kitchen. Fetching the two of you big slices of pie “Shitty movie marathon!” He says in a goofy tone, throwing himself onto the couch. He immediately grabs the remote and turns down the tv volume. He snuggles in close, putting his cold hand on your leg.

You could help but grin at this, snuggling him back making a comment how fucking cold his hands weren and taking one of them into your own to warm it up. This was a tradition you and Sans had, every few months you and Sans find shitty movies to watch. Usually found at the dump or given to you by Alphys, binge 'em till they’re either so bad you have to stop watching or you fall asleep…. We always fell asleep. "Yeah, Shitty movie marathon!!" You chanted enthusiastically, handing him a slice of pie.

Sans took his slice of pie stuffing his face quickly, his eyes glued to the screen. He seems like he’s having a good time, occasionally stealing a glance at you with a smile. You couldn't help but giggle to yourself, finding San's antics quite charming. You enjoy eating your slice of pie watching a movie about a troll in a city who could magically make flowers grow…. It was horrific but shit talking it with Sans made it all the better. "Still drunk, bone boy?" You couldn't help but ask.

His eyes widened a little bit, freezing in the middle of swallowing a bite of pie. “Uh-“ he swallowed quickly, gulping down the bite of pie “y-yup.” He glanced away quickly, embarrassed and flushed slightly. He takes a deep breath in through his nostrils, trying to calm his nerves down. He was never very comfortable telling white lies though… he always feels guilty afterwards… he’s never really gotten any better at them.

You instantly catch onto his lie, his body language and response said it all. Something you picked up with Sans was the lies... Not big ones, lil innocent white lies that everyone tells.But seeing him nervous like that gave you some questions. You thought that was strange, you thought you two were having a good time, what happened. Did you catch him at a bad time? Was he mid thought of something? "You sure? What's up?" You question slightly, giving him a little nudge.

His lips part slightly as he ponders for a moment. He opens his mouth to speak, pausing for a moment. After a couple seconds of hesitating, his face turns a bright shade of red.

“Well…” He starts before turning his gaze. He seems incredibly nervous as his voice gets all scratchy and his hands start to shake slightly. He takes a breath in through his nostrils, letting the air fill his lungs as he pauses. This is unlike the bold and cocky Sans you knew.. But this wasn't new, Sans always had an anxiety issue but he seemed to deal with it very well.

Putting your plate of pie to the side you take both his hands into yours, rubbing your thumbs along his knuckle. You knew Sans was never good with his words, but he was trying. And you did your best to encourage him when he did. "Sans.... you don't have to tell me what’s wrong but....i want to help you, even if it's something i can’t help with perhaps saying it will give you some peace of mind." You look into his eyes gently, leaning your forehead into his. "I promise won't think any less of you"

His eyes soften as he stares into your eyes. Tears started to well up in his eyes. He seemed on the verge of breaking down. He opens his mouth a couple times before finding his voice. For a strong skeleton who could wipe out armies with a single attack, he seemed so fragile. He looks at you with wide, tearful eyes and says the words.

“What are we?”

oh…

The question completely threw you off guard. So this… this is why he… You didn't know what to say, the look on his face broke your heart. But this explained so much, getting drunk at the bar, the shitty movie marathon which was our tradition!! Why you and Papyrus couldn't find him early that day. Why he was being weird all week! Fuck you were really bad at reading him sometimes.

You always thought you were together, an unspoken thing between you both. Heck even papyrus thought we were already “mates”, as much as you hated the term as it didn't describe your relationship one bit. Reassurance and confirmation is what he wanted. “Well I thought we were together already…. But i’m guessing a verbal confirmation is what you’d like”

He nodded slowly, sweat beading down his skull as he avoided your gaze.

You take his head with your free hand, tilting it up to meet your gaze. You spoke softly and sweetly as he listened to every word.“We’re partners Sans, we may not be like every other couple here in the underground but we do we. We may not do the whole “dating” thing but that doesn't make us any less partners. If you’d like, I can take you out on dates and you may take me out on some if you’d prefer.”

He nodded slowly, whispering a thank you as you ran your thumb along his cheek. That seemed to ease some of his nerves but there was something else. Before you could ask it seemed to already slip outta him.

“I… I think I love you… ”

A beat of silence followed by a blink before the realization hits you. You feel your cheeks heat up as you try to find the words. But as his gaze caught yours, you looked at him with wide eyes as his was brimming with tears. The look on his face broke your heart, knowing this was very hard for him to do.Yet you were proud of him for saying so… it was a lot of emotions for you to process. So you did the first thing that came to mind.

“I don't know if this is too soon or if ya not into that shit but i… w-what?” his voice stutters as you pull him into a hug, snuggling into his thick sweater. He tenses at first, unsure how to react but he slowly melts into the hug.

"I love you too ya bone head.....” You whisper to him before giving him a kiss on the cheek “Thank you for telling me"

He seems a bit taken aback by the kiss, completely taken unaware as it landed right on his warm, bony cheek. He’s still completely red in the cheeks, his heart starts racing again. The kiss made it completely skyrocket, feeling all warm underneath his shirt. He was still embarrassed from telling you his feelings because he wasn’t really very good at dealing with his emotions in general…but he wasn’t complaining… just very flustered.

You couldn't help but laugh, overwhelmed with joy. As well as the look on San's face. Huh maybe you should've taken things slow? You weren't exactly the best with relationships, and you were a mess but... Sans said he loved you.... that was good enough for you. " So how are we gonna do this, Now that we’re officially dating?" you couldn't help but ask, slightly nervous. It's not like things were going to be any different right?

“Well… what do you wanna do?” He says, grinning. His eyes are completely locked on yours with a shy, flirty look in his eyes as he takes your hands in his once again. “I mean do we do what we’ve always done? Or like…” his cheeks start getting red again, him still having to get used to all the lovey-dovey couple stuff that went with dating.

You couldn't help but mimic San's shyness, instinctively averting your eyes occasionally looking back. You weren't usually this nervous, but you weren't used to “proper” relationships or dating... or couple stuff.... You felt a little overwhelmed. You didn't know why, you were fine just before thinking that you two were together. Why should it be any different now? "Um.... im not sure.. also for the record i'm not really good at the whole lovey-dovey dating thing.... I would be just fine if we didnt what we’ve been doing ya know? " you say anxiously, your voice trailing off at the end. Your heart felt like it was beating outside your chest... and your stomach felt kinda sick.

“Like yeah I steal your sweater and stuff, you and I flirt and make lewd comments back and forth. we cuddle a lot, occasionally get touchy and shit but I can't….. I don't know if I can do uh…I can’t…”

Sans eyes widened as you spoke, kinda understanding what you were getting at. He gently stroked his phalanges along your knuckles. He reached his free hand out to stroke the side of your face tenderly. His fingers were cold but soothing on your skin, stopping you mid ramble. He could already tell that you really had no idea about romance or all the cutesy coupley stuff and that you were uncomfortable or unsure about doing anything more.

He sighed as he pulled you into him, your back against his chest. “Darlin’ we don’t have to do anythin’ you don’t wanna do. ‘Kay?”

You thank him slightly, hugging his arms around your waist. Grateful that you didn't need to explain yourself and that he was already on board. You look up at him, grinning as he flashed his pretty smile, his gold tooth glinting in the light. You felt safe in his arms, loved under his gaze. And you know too that he felt loved by you. You close your eyes as you hear Sans purr softly, feeling the vibrations from his rib cage against your back. It’s like everything is okay when you’re with Sans.

… You two were going to be fine

Authors Note:

I wasn't expecting to write another Underfell Sans oneshot and yet here we are…. i also have another oneshot for him lined up but that's gonna be a while. I guess he's my favourite right now? writing wise anyways, I'm trying give love to my other skeletons such as UF and US papyrus, a US Sans oneshot that was requested, Some FSG Sans because theres is not enough content for my man and im so upset!! Like come on!! I'm trying to write as much as i can but its hard because motivation has been lacking and I've been working late nights at my job but hopefully i'll write more soon. Y'all seemed to enjoy my last UF Sans oneshot so hopefully you'll like this one. :) <3 (have i edited this, yes. Do i think its shit writing…. also yes. But i swear i need to post it because this one is "finished" and if i dont post this one now imma still be editing and rewriting it for another few months)

#fell sans #underfell sans #underfell sans x reader #fell sans x reader #sans x reader #uf sans #x reader #underfell oneshot #underfell imagines #<3

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