#there are some things I don't like but I'll still eat them

[eraserbread]

PART 2 OF THE POSTPARTUM FIC PLSSSS UR WRITING IS AMAZING

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→ sexually explicit, f!receiving oral, pillow talk, ken's weird obsession w pregnancy, squirting

you click the door shut, and the sound is so featherlight it's almost lost on you

finally, after five attempts, your three-week old daughter is asleep, sprawled out on her stomach in her bassinet. you and kento don't utilize her room very often, preferring she sleep in a bed-attached cradle so she's always close.

tonight, though, you had intentions.

intentions she had to be dead asleep to accomplish.

intentions standing shirtless at the kitchen sink, cleaning after cooking dinner.

"put it down, i'll finish it later." you're crowding him, pulling his warm, soapy hands out of the water and into yours.

"why?" your husband purrs, voice low and lost in the dampness of the shared air. you're pushing for attention, nuzzling in his hard back, kissing the bare, warm skin.

"because rin is finally asleep, and i want you." you're kissing him again, damn near humping the bulk of his thigh. "it's been so lonely without you all day."

kento is leaning back into your touch, humming soft vibrations through his body. when your kisses land on his shoulder blade, he peeks over at you. "really?"

"mhm... i want it, please."

kento takes your intertwined hands, crossing them over the front of his waist. he's guiding them against his dipping pelvis, across his faint happy trail until they're settled over the deep bulge pushing his loose pants. you're fucking moaning into his skin, clawing at your treat like a stubborn child.

"it's so wet." kento's eating you alive in bed, cradling your leg over his shoulder, blankets helplessly bunched up around your wrecked, naked body. it's hard to focus even now with the baby monitor at the bedside, ringing red every time rin shifts in his crib.

but still, you're tugging at his sweaty hair, clawing at his hand, back arched as you cry his name. his tongue is doing somersaults over your sensitive clit, sucking it between his lips and dipping down to ease at your hole.

kento's not sure he's noticed it before, but you're different after birth - naturally so. your pheromones are stronger, it's like your cunt is softer, more pillowy and warm against his lips. he growls into it, the thought of him changing your body inside out lighting some fire inside of him. fingers digging into your plush thighs, nose dragging across your slit, he's taking you like he'd never taste you again.

it's that fervor that has you crying and cumming buckets on his tongue, tears already leaking from your eyes as your core spasms and loosens over and over again.

it's like you're on fire—you can't find a breath of cool air, sweat is pooling, cum is still leaking. it's like a waterfall down there, and when kento surfaces, his face is red and visibly soaked. like a wet, lewd puppy. he licks his lips.

"i may be incorrect, but i believe you just squirted for me." he's mumbling, making sure he's staring right into your blown eyes as he pulls his cock free. he's so hard—pulsating and dripping just like you are. there's something on his face, a look you couldn't pinpoint in your daze.

"n-no, never..."

"it's only natural..." ken pauses, pulling your thighs open, situating over you in sensual missionary. he wanted to see your face this time around. "that your body changes after child."

"you're really passionate about that, aren't you?"

"about your body? It's the best thing I've ever touched." punctuating his point, your eyes flick back in your skull as his thick, warm length gradually buries itself inside of you. you're so slick with want this time, that your cunt swallows him up like a meal, spasming with the girth—you're whining. "best thing I've ever felt, tasted, been inside, dreamed of-

"ken," you're reeling, grabbing fistfuls of the thin sheets as he sits inside of you, buried to the hilt, cervix spasming. "p-pull... out, just a little bit. 's sensitive. so, sensitive."

"my poor little pussy," he's purring, can't stop as he drags out of you, lips pursed in focus.

your eyes fly open at his unfamiliar choice of words, stifling back a laugh that falls into a tiny moan. he looks up at you. "what are you... talking about?"

"shh, love... lovely. gonna cum, hav'to focus..."

so you look at at him, his screwed eyes, fine lines, flushed face. he's breathing so hard, fucking into you sweetly with precision he's mastered by this time. you let your eyes fall shut again, whining again when his cock slams against your cervix.

"ken..!"

"god—i know, i know. can't help it." he's holding onto your thigh like you might fade away, crystalline chest gleaming in the dull bedroom light. you toss your head back, then he fucks you. actually—no mind, no mercy.

hips slapping against skin, a symphony of cries and pleas—names melting into each other, drowning in slick, drowning in presence. it's the mixture of everything you pull out of each other with devotion, and by the end of the night, he's pulling so much out of you, that you're actually squirting all over his bare body.

you're hot with embarrassment, fading in and out of consciousness and denying the messy claims. kento doesn't care about the mess—he's proud of you and him. impossibly, he feels closer to you.

so close, that when rin cries awake three hours later, he silences the monitor immediately so it doesn't wake you up, and goes to feed and change his daughter with the fondest smile on his face.

[beanarie]

part 2 of buck takes a mental health break, in which i try to nudge the other characters into the family role they've played onscreen multiple times in the past. spoiler: eddie's still being a fuckin knob because he's got more growing to do.

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He tells the team, because no matter what happens to him, he never wants to be the person who leaves without a word.

He cooked, not at the station in case it would be a busy shift, but he reheated it there. They all took some lasagna, and even sat together at the table. They're doing better. They'll be all right.

Hen is the first to sense something off. "You're not eating?" she says.

"Oh," Buck says, grabbing a roll. "I, uh."

"It's not poisoned, is it," Chim says with a snicker. He doesn't stop eating.

Buck doesn't now what to do with that. He just comes out with it. "Today is my last shift. I'm taking some time off, a few months at least."

Someone drops their fork. "Whoa," Ravi says.

"Is this like last time?" Hen asks, ignoring Chim's confused noise. "You're not- Buck. No one, no one blames you for Bobby."

A lump rises in this throat. Buck can only shake his head.

"Jesus Christ," Eddie says. "So you're getting back at me."

"What, for leaving?" Ravi says. Everyone's lasagna is getting cold.

And Eddie has to say, "Maybe that, too."

"Eddie," Hen says, calmly but with a discernible edge. "What did you do?"

Eddie looks away, his jaw clenched. Funny, how he doesn't feel right saying it to everyone else who was there, but he had no problem saying it to Buck.

They shouldn't have to hear it, though. Buck takes Eddie's attention back with a shrug. "I'll be driving cross country, and doing that right takes a while. Out there, just. If I'm all I got, it's okay if I make things all about me."

Eddie scoffs and rolls his eyes. "Whatever. You haven't chosen to take a day off in your life. We'll see you in three days, drama queen."

Hen looks between them and lands on Buck. "Are you okay, really?"

"I will be," Buck says, hoping he sounds more confident than he feels.

~

A familiar shout/scream of "Uncle Buck!" punctuates the car that pulled in front of Buck's short term rental. He opens the door to the entire Han family. Maddie already looks misty. Hoo boy.

"Hey, guys," Buck says, waving them in and letting Jee climb him like a set of monkey bars.

"Coffeemaker's in the kitchen, yeah?" Chim says, toting a knocked-out Bo in his carseat. "Come on, Jee. You come from a long line of caffeine addicts. Gotta start sometime."

For him, it's very smooth.

Maddie takes Buck by wrist and leads him out to the tiny patio. They sit in the uncomfortable lawn chairs that the last tenant (or ten before him) left behind.

"You were never looking for a permanent place," she says.

"I thought about it, at first." When he realized Eddie and Chris wanted their home back. "Something with less strings just felt right."

She breathes out very slowly. "Okay."

Buck watches a couple of sparrows flitting about the fence. He's not asking permission.

"How bad has it been?" she says, choked up.

"I... can't really put it into words," Buck says. Not without some bile getting out, and he doesn't want that, not for her, especially not now.

"Evan," she cries. He could never take that tone from her. He pulls her to him, letting her tuck herself into his arms.

"We'll talk, okay? When I'm on the road, you'll- you'll get sick of hearing my voice. I just need some distance, perspective, all of those things."

"And you are coming back," she says, half in question. "I need you."

It would've been better if she'd stabbed him in the stomach. For a second there he can't breathe.

"What? Buck, please talk to me."

"No, you don't," Buck says in a ragged voice. "I'm- I'm not-"

She takes his face in her hands, like when he was six, like when he was twelve, like when he was nineteen. "Listen. If this is not the place for you anymore, I will understand. But you and me? That can never change. I told you, you are never alone as long as I've got the ability to do something about it."

"Okay," Buck says, sniffling. "Okay."

Just after Maddie takes the carseat and the toddler out the door, Chim wraps around Buck and squeezes hard. "I'm sorry," he says thickly. "We really thought he had you."

It was a reasonable assumption. Eddie had been there after the tsunami, after the lightning strike. After Tommy. But losing Bobby shattered something in Eddie, and the sharp edges cut whatever exists between them.

"Thanks," Buck says (instead of No one asked. Why didn't anyone ask?) and he means it.

[sleepinghypnos]

The Manager (Aespa)

Named Male x Female Idol/s

Tags: Smut...

Note: (The "Male" has 13 inches long and 5 inches thick schlong, so it's size kink and it will be prominent in the story. Sorry. If you feel uncomfortable with size mentions, DNI).

Extra Note: Another series i'm not going to finish... Let's go.

Ms. Lorelei smiled at me... "Lucas, here's a new assignment for you!" She said, while pointing to the chair in her office. I was welcomed by a folder labeled "Management".

I'm looking at the files and saw the name "Aespa".

"Another one? I thought I'm done looking after idols?" I said to my dispatcher. "I already made myself clear that I'm done doing stuff like this."

She look at me and smile a little, a smile of guilt. "It will be different this time. You're going to manage a four-member idol girl group. They have huge projects waiting to be fulfilled. And you're not going to go back and forth like last time since you'll be living in the same house with them." She said as if that will change my mind. I'm done with these brats. That's why I specifically told the agency to not give me anything related to idols. I somewhat have an authority since I've been doing such a good job with my assignments.

But looks like this time I will be forced to go. "Fine." I simply said.

She handed me a key. "That's the key to your room. You'll be living with them, so you can respond to emergencies as fast as possible. Make sure to be there after three days."

"Thanks, I guess..." I stood up and went back to my house to pack my things...

I spent the next three days packing my stuff, steeling myself since I'm going to deal with brats again. But still making sure to be professional.

Then safely moved to the house where Aespa lives while they are out. I'm excited to be on the field again but at the same time weren't because of this idol management stuffs.

Since I already did this before, the dispatcher also gave me the some lists of likes and dislikes in terms of food.

I bought something for each of the four members of Aespa. They are doing some individual projects as of now. I'll be dropping by their location one by one.

Using the designated van that I'm going to be using for my managerial work for Aespa, I drove to the location of the first member.

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Stopping by at a beach called Gyeongpo Beach located near SM Entertainment... Karina is the first member I'm going to be meeting today.

I searched for the people doing photoshoot and saw Karina with her beach attire, not some bikini or something but still beach like style. She's promoting a brand of beverage.

Aespa has 4 managers, managing each one of the members and I'm assigned to be the general manager. Her personal manager came up to me, I showed her my ID and she report to me on how the photoshoot was going smoothly and point me to the dressing room.

I went to the dressing room, putting down her food. Tonkatsu, Carbonated Soda, and Coffee Jelly. Then Karina suddenly bursts through the door startling me a little.

"Oppa?!" She said, her voice filled with excitement.

"Nice meeting you. I'm your group's new general manager." I replied, extending my hand to her. Gesture of politeness.

She shook my hand and said "I knew it. I saw you before! You are Red Velvet's former manager. I can't believe it's our turn now."

"I'm glad that you are happy to see me... Well, I'm here to drop the food I prepared for you." Pointing to the table where her food is.

"Sweet! I like these! Thank you so much, Oppa!" She exclaimed and hugged me. I patted her back and she let me go.

"Your personal manager told me that the photoshoot is going smoothly, keep up the good work." I said to her while smiling. "I'm assuming you are on break... Why don't you eat your food now. I can't have you starving..."

She indulged herself with the food I prepared for her. Humming and cutely dancing while eating. Karina finished her food aside from the Coffee Jelly...

"I thought you liked Jelly? Is Coffee Jelly not part of it?" I genuinely asked, if she doesn't like it, I can removed it from the Jelly options.

"No, it's just that... It lacks cream!!!" She said to me that raised my eyebrow...

"What do you mean?"

"Just sit on the sofa, and I'll get the cream myself." She knelt between my legs...

This time, I already know where this is going... It's the main reason why I don't want to work with idols anymore... These girls are sex deprived, with their dating ban, they can't see or date anyone, they don't even have the time to actually date since the media would be on their asses if they saw them with someone.

"Are you sure about this?" I asked her as she unbuckles my pants.

She nodded. "I was so happy to know that you are going to be our general manager, Red Velvet unnies always brags about you... I'm so curious why they praised you so much."

And with that she successfully freed my cock from it's enclosure.

"I think I already know why they praised you..." She said stroking my non-erect cock... "You are already big 'soft' but you are for sure a grower..."

Karina then strokes my cock, making it grow longer and bigger... She can't close her hands while holding my member, her soft delicate fingers can't wrapped around it properly...

"I knew it! We got a grower!" She exclaimed, shock is audible in her voice. She measures it with her forearm and smiled as if she hit a jackpot when she saw how big my cock is compare to it. "You're so fucking massive, Oppa!"

"Where do you even learned that?" I asked as I watch her make my cock harder.

"Sooyoung-unnie!" Karina casually claim.

After answering, she immediately dove down and engulfed my cock with her warm mouth. She bobs her head, I can tell that this is her first time sucking dick...

I let her do her own thing, with her own pace...

My hands on her head, guiding her a little but she's still in control of her actions.

She gained confidence with how I reacted and starts going for a deepthroat. I can feel the tip of my cock slamming to the back of her throat.

Her unrefined fellatio makes this encounter a material for domination.

I stopped her from deepthroating me. "Let me..." I simply said and she nodded, already know what's going to happen.

I held her head in place, slowly thrusting back and forth in her mouth... "Here I go!"

GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

The sound of her gagging on my massive cock filled her dressing room. I threw my head back, enjoying the warmth of Karina's mouth. I keep thrusting into her throat until she can take half of my massive cock.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

Her eyes rolled back as her throat convulsed around the brutal invasion, her body shuddering in a mixture of pain and pleasure. The forceful thrusts sent shockwaves through her entire being, making her feel like she was drowning in the abyss of my massive cock.

Gagging reflexes kicked in, but Karina's perseverance allowed her to relax enough to take it deeper—her jaw unhinging further with each merciless plunge into her esophagus.

"Aaaaahhh... F-fuck...!" She struggled to maintain composure, desperate not to gag or choke on my unrelenting assault.

As I continued ravaging her throat, Karina's mind disintegrated into a haze of lust and submission. Her vision blurred from the intense pressure building behind eyelids that threatened to burst at any moment. "Y-y-you're going too fast...!" She whimpered between gulps for air.

Tears pricked at the corners of her eyes as she felt herself reaching critical capacity—her throat straining under the relentless pounding. The intense sensation made her own arousal peak, juices dripping from her quivering slit.

"P-please... Oppa... don't make me choke..." She begged, voice muffled by my monstrous cock.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

Despite the danger of asphyxiation, Karina's addiction to my massive cock kept her consuming it with reckless abandon—her body responding only to the primal urge for more.

"I'm close!" I said to her. Still thrusting into her throat. "I'M CUMMING!!!"

Karina's eyes widened in shock as the first thick ropes of cum began to erupt from my cock, flooding her throat and stomach with a deluge of hot, sticky seed. The sheer volume was overwhelming, causing her belly to swell grotesquely as I pumped load after load directly into her gullet.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

Her mind reeled at the sensation—her body convulsing involuntarily as she struggled to swallow the torrent of jizz pouring down her esophagus. "Aaaahh...! F-fuck...!" She gagged and sputtered, tears streaming down her face from the intensity.

GLUCK!! GLUCK!!

The feeling of my massive cock pulsing inside her stretched-out throat sent waves of pleasure coursing through her veins. Her own arousal peaked intensely—juices gushing from between her thighs as she came undone. "OOOOH!! FUUUCK!!! SHIT, OPPAAA!!!" She moaned around my shaft, voice muffled by the relentless stream of cum.

As I continued to unload deep inside her stomach for what felt like an eternity, she could feel the pressure building in her abdomen. Her belly distended obscenely, looking ready to burst at any moment. "P-please... Oppa... it's too much..." She whimpered weakly, barely able to form words through the haze of pleasure and pain.

Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, you pulled out with a wet pop. Karina gasped for air desperately as thick globs of cum spilled from her abused throat and splattered onto her heaving tits. "Haaahh... haaahh..." She panted heavily, body trembling from the intense experience.

She looked down at her seemingly full stomach—stretched taut by the sheer volume of semen inside—and groaned softly. "S-so full..." She mumbled deliriously before collapsing back onto the bed in a boneless heap. "I still have a photoshoot, you jerk!" Karina playfully smacked my thigh.

"I ask you if you are sure about this..." I replied. "What a first day back to the field."

"Woooh!" She's still out of breath but still have the guts to smirk at me. "Thanks for the cream, Oppa."

I help her fix herself, and someone knocked on the door. "Ms. Karina, It's time for the photoshoot again."

"See you at our house later..." Karina said and gave me a peck on the cheek.

I look at the clock and it's time for me to go to the next member... Giselle

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How would Jason feel about it if Pg had a small dog? I need to know if we're accepted

Aw, everyone is welcome here!

I have reason to believe that Jason is actually a dog-lover. In the comics, he adopts a dog named...Dog.

If he ever got a smaller dog, I imagine it would be something of an accident. Something unplanned.

Maybe aftter coming home from patrol, keys already in hand and he'd hear the sound of garbage bags being shifted, of cans being overturned, disturbing a cloud of black flies that burst into the air like smoke. 

And he's so keyed up, senses still sharp and adrenaline still pumping after his patrol, that he nearly shoots before he looks. 

But then, the trash pile shifts to reveal...a puppy. And Jason's relieved that he didn't shoot. If nothing else, it would have been a waste of a bullet.

The puppy is an ugly thing: bloated stomach undoubtedly filled with worms, one ear looking like something attempted to chew it off (probably rats). Half of its fur is already gone, and the half that is left is probably infested with fleas.

Jason wrinkles his nose, feeling an odd mixture of distaste and pity. He makes a conscious effort not to care. Street mutts are a dime a dozen in Gotham City, outnumbered only by the rats propagating in the sewers underneath his feet.

Besides, the puppy would probably be dead by morning, and he'd be saddled with the awful job of having to dispose of its corpse before it starts rotting, because no way in hell was he letting you near it. 

And yet, amazingly, it wags its tail at him--a naked, pink thing that curls at the end like a pig's. He can see a cluster of ticks attached to its hindquarters. 

"I don't have food for you," he tells it. "Go away."

The puppy still approaches, raw hope in its eyes, and he wonders why that instinct hasn't been kicked out of it yet. Certainly, there aren't a lot of people in Gotham willing to share food with a stray.

He pauses, keys in hand.

Sighs.

"I'll check to see if we have some leftovers. I wouldn't get my hopes up, though. I'm a big eater." 

And that should have been the end of that. It really should have. Because strays--dogs, cats, people--are a dime a dozen in Gotham City, and he can't care about every single one of them. Because he had much bigger things to worry about than a filthy puppy in an alleyway, one that would probably be dead in the morning, anyway. 

Because everything in Gotham earns it keep or it dies. 

Except--

He hears the door open. 

"Jason? Who are you talking to?"

Of course. 

He had taken too long to open the door, and now you've opened it for him, and now you are staring not at Jason, but the puppy, who is still wagging its tail as if your voice meant something to it.

And God, Jason would be lying if he says that he doesn't feel the same. 

A beat. A pause.

And then, "That's the ugliest thing I've ever seen," you said flatly. 

Jason heaves a sigh of relief.

"We should give it something to eat." 

His second sigh sounds much more resigned. 

He agrees to the keep the thing on the condition that its quarantined to a single room. That since you were the one who wanted it, you are going to have to be the one to feed it, walk it, play with it. 

And yet, every night for the first three days, he makes no sign of protest as he watches you pick through his dinner after you've given the puppy half of yours.

He buys a packet of dog food after that, reasoning that it's easier than letting himself starve. 

He helps you take a puppy to a backalley vet, one that charged for next to nothing because her degree was probably forged somewhere in the Burrows than in one of the universities.

He gets the puppy a collar, but stubbornly refuses to name it. He calls it Dog and leaves it at that. 

As time goes on, the puppy's fur grows back: it's a dull brown, more dishwasher than chocolate. But its tail remains naked and pink, curling at the end like a pig's. This isn't some pampered breed, made to sit on your lap while you work. Dog is very clearly a stray from the streets of Gotham. What you see is what you get. And Jason finds a strange sort of satisfaction with that.

In the early days of ownership, he at least hopes that Dog would grow up big and mean. There are lots of abandoned pitbulls and bulldogs to affect the genetic pool of strays. 

Everything in Gotham has to earn its keep after all, and Dog is no different. 

But woefully, Dog doesn't grow as big as Jason had hoped. Or as brave. He hides in your lap at the sound of rolling thunder and cries when it begins to rain.

He winds around Jason's feet every time Jason stands, begging for a treat. 

"You know you have to earn these, right?" Jason tells him as he hands Dog another biscuit. 

The damn thing was getting fat. 

Jason would never admit it to himself. Perhaps he wouldn't even know it, but he's looking for a dog that's a little bit like him. Big. Mean. Or at least big and mean enough to be able to keep you safe while he's away. 

Something that has to work for everything it's been given. 

Something useful. Something that earns its place at your feet or in your lap or beside you in the bed. 

And maybe over time, he'll learn that not everything has to be earned. 

[magicaloneandmystery]

freebies aren't allowed

pairing: mob!Bucky Barnes x female!reader

summary: pretty little thing that you are, Bucky still can't allow his debts to go unpaid. you need to find a way to pay the mobster back by midnight.

warnings: mdni. noncon/dub con elements (dead dove, do not eat.), verbal degradation and humiliation (slut, whore), mentions of drug, slight allusions to prostitution, oral (m receiving), allusions to kidnapping, please let me know if I missed something!

a/n: this is my first time diving into both mob au (altho I loooove reading them so send in any recs you might have!) and darker themes of noncon. I hope I do it justice. this is my submission for @darkficsyouneveraskedfor's Mini Bingo Mafia AU event. the square being fulfilled is "A Debt You Can't Pay"

this is purely fictional.

"welcome back, sweet girl," his' low timbre greeted you. he was in his typical attire: a dark coat, white shirt, top button undone, with a whiskey glass in his hand, and intense blue eyes staring right through you.

"Bucky-"

"James. I'm Bucky only to my close friends. the last time we talked, we were strictly business partners, remember?"

"James," you breathed, heart beating faster. "I- I need some more time to return your money."

silence followed your admission.

"and why is that?"

"I- I've just not been making enough at the club," you started to plead. "I promise I'll have it here by next week. I promise. I just need a little more time."

he sat back in his armchair, looking you up and down. "you know I never loan drugs to whores like you?" you stayed silent, not knowing where he was going with this. "there was something about you, though. you're sweeter than those other sluts out there. those bitches you work with. aren't you?"

your eyes fell to the ground, a weak nod affirming his words.

"are you?" he growled, making you shake. "you take my drugs, snort them up, and then refuse to pay me back? do you know who I am, whore? do you think I built this empire by loaning to coke addicts like you?"

"Bu- James. I'll have your money, I promise."

"I don't give a fuck," he said. "you're going to pay me tonight one way or another. come here." he patted his knees.

your eyes widened, a gasp leaving your lips. "wh- what?"

"do I need to repeat myself?" he quirked an eyebrow.

you shook your head, not wanting to infuriate him further. you timidly walked over to him, your heels clacking on the tiled floor of his office. he grabbed your arm the moment you were close enough, pulling you down near his legs, your knees colliding with the floor, making you wince.

"relax, this ain't the first time you're gonna suck some cock for some money and coke, is it?" he snarled. "you knew exactly what you were doing, coming here in that skimpy little dress, begging to be fucked. you know one way or another I would've fucked you today. you just gave me a good enough reason."

your blood turned into ice, your body freezing up. "you- you can't."

he chuckled, gripping your cheeks in his hands, making you look up at him. "watch me, slut." he sat back again. "let's see if you're any worth. and remember, if I don't like your mouth or pussy or ass, you'll be in my debt for as long as I say before you learn to be good for me."

you looked up at him, tears filling your eyes.

"what are you waiting for?"

with shaky hands, you opened his belt and slacks, expensive fabric giving way to his boxers. you pushed his pants and boxers down, freeing his cock. you pumped it timidly, still coming to terms with how your night is turning out to be.

"you can do better than that, whore. ." he said, almost a bored expression twinging his eyes. "show me what you're worth. do you even want to repay me?"

you spit on your right hand, pumping his shaft, your right hand fondling his balls. licking the tip of his cock, you were relieved to feel the salty precum on your tongue. that meant he was enjoying.

the sooner you could make him cum, the sooner this will all be over.

with this new determination, you took his girthy length inside your mouth, slowly inching him inside, your throat aching to accommodate his full length.

"is this all you're good for? this what they pay you for?" his hands cupped your scalp, grasping at the roots of your hair before he pushed you down on his full length. you gagged. "that's more like it," he groaned. "stupid slut, I need to do all the work?"

with that, he started fucking your face. you choked and gagged, tears and spit sliding down your face and chin, unable to stop his brutal pace. your throat and head hurt, his hands unrelenting in your hair. his little grunts were the only indication that he was enjoying brutalising you like this, his other hand holding the glass in his hand.

after a few minutes of this, he pushed you down on his cock again, your nose touching his crotch. he let out a long noan, his thighs tightening and cock pulsing in your mouth before he shot loads of cum down your throat. he didn't let you go until the last drop had left his cock.

when he finally released his grip, you immediately picked up your head. before you could do anything else, however, he took your face in his hand again, opening your mouth.

"swallow." he looked at your panting face. you obeyed, gulping down his cum. "there's the whore I knew you were. no matter how sweet you all look, sluts like you are good for nothing but warming my cock."

"is- is it done?" you gulped some air back to your lungs, sitting up straighter, looking up at him. "is my debt repaid?*

he laughed and a shiver ran down your spine at the darkness behind the sound.

"you think a bad blowjob is enough to pay me back? no, you're coming home with me." he smirked.

"what?"

"I'm going to tie you up in my basement and get back every penny I'm owed from you. we're gonna have so much fun."

well, I hope I did this justice. lmk what you think! likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated <3

[mashtatosworld]

eyes on me (5)

summary: a break away from reality is healing - for all of you. but when you return to Seoul, the storm waiting for you is far from over.

You were tired of feeling hunted.

Every person who walked up to the counter at work, every too-long stare, every offhand comment - it left a coil of anxiety in your chest.

But when your coworker popped her head around the corner and sung with a smirk, “Lover boy’s here,” your body finally exhaled.

Daesung was standing by the door of the café, hands in the pockets of his jacket, smile soft. Even just his presence steadied you.

You took your break early.

Outside, under the cool air of the afternoon, he slid a small box across the table. AirPods.

“You said you were anxious on the phone the other day,” he said, shrugging like it was nothing. “And music always helps me.”

You stared at them, touched. “Dae...”

“I also made you a playlist,” he added, almost sheepish. “You might hate it. It’s a mix of stuff I like... there's one in there that made me think of you, actually.”

You laughed softly. “You’re too nice to me.”

“I’m not. You deserve nice.”

You hadn't told him about the case. Not yet.

Not about the file you’d been shown. How your safety was now a question mark, how the little life you’d been building was beginning to feel like a tower of cards in the wind.

But in this moment - with his leg resting against yours under the table, the rhythmic bounce of his foot keeping your spiralling thoughts tethered - was peace.

Fragile peace you didn't dare taint.

“So,” he said, stirring his drink, “I’m going to Japan for a few days.”

Your heart dipped, just a little. “Oh.”

“You should come,” he said quickly. “With me.”

You paused. “What?”

“Yeah. You’ve been working nonstop. You need a break. We can eat everything, shop, walk around all day. I’ll take care of the planning.”

“I don't know if I can get the time off yet,” you said, hesitating. “And... would it be a group thing?”

You were familiar with them. You'd been on your fare share over the years, with the boys always travelling for shows. And you presumed this was no exception.

Daesung winced, rubbing the back of his neck. “Yeah. Kind of. But Jiyong’s not coming if that's what you're worried about,” he added quickly. “He’s staying here. Said he has to sort some stuff out.”

That gave you pause.

It shouldn’t have mattered, and yet it did.

You looked down at your lap, contemplating before you felt a small smile tug at your lips. It would be nice to have a break. With him. “I’ll ask my manager.”

He grinned in relief. “That’s all I ask.”

You checked the time and sighed. “My break ended ten minutes ago.”

“Well don’t work too hard,” Daesung said, standing up and leaning over you, delicately dropping his lips to your head. "I'll speak to you later, yeah?"

You smiled up at him, watching as his figure slowly walk off. He waited at the end of the street, waving to you, then soon disappearing around the corner.

You stayed put, letting the street noise fill in the silence.

For a moment, it was just the sound of car engines, the murmur of conversation, a child crying somewhere in the distance.

You stared out at the busy street.

Someone was standing across the road, looking down at their phone.

You couldn’t make out their face. They could’ve been anyone. They could’ve been no one.

And yet.

The chill in your spine returned.

The peace was gone again

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You were drying mugs when your colleague came up behind you, voice low but annoyed on your behalf.

“I still can’t believe she said no,” she muttered. “If she knew who BigBang were, she’d realise what a crime she’s committing.”

You laughed a little under your breath.

It helped - her dramatic outrage.

She’d fawned over Daesung every single time he’d dropped by the café to visit.

Of course, she didn’t know the truth.

She thought he was just a flirty friend you were blessed enough to stumble across. You hadn’t told her you had dated one of Daesung’s bandmates - one of the biggest names in K-pop.

And you never would.

It had been private. Carefully curated. With only your old media name tied to him.

Jiyong had of course posted photos of you together over the years - just glimpses, but it wasn't enough to draw connections. Besides, he was frequently linked to someone new, a model or some actress. It was easy to conceal your identity.

You’d always asked him to keep you out of the spotlight, and now you were grateful.

Your colleague moved away to serve someone whilst you stayed beside her, focusing on the porcelain in your hands.

Until the customer didn’t leave.

She hovered at the counter, staring.

You glanced up, uncomfortable. She was young. Pretty. Dressed like she’d stepped off a fashion blog.

And her eyes were locked on you.

“…Can I help you?” you asked cautiously.

Her voice was sharp. “You’re her, aren’t you?”

You blinked. “Who?”

“You’re the one who leaked the footage of GDragon. You’re that shitty ex.”

The words hit like a slap. You froze. Your colleague did a double take, glancing between you and the girl.

“What the hell?” she said, trying to intervene. “She’s Daesung’s girlfriend actually - ”

Even though you weren't.

The girl didn’t care. She was seething now, hand tightening around her plastic cup.

“I'd recognise you anywhere. I've seen that tattoo before."

Oh god. So she was an obsessed fan, one of the many trying to witch hunt you.

"You tried to ruin him,” she spat. “You fucking snake.”

You barely had time to move.

The iced coffee hit your chest, shattering against your apron, soaking through your shirt. You gasped at the cold. Ice cubes skittered across the floor. Your mouth opened, but nothing came out.

But you did respond.

Physically.

Your hand grabbed the nearest thing - a fistful of sugar sachets - and launched them at her face. Hard.

She yelped, stumbling back.

Your manager shot up from her seat near the window, abandoning her laptop. “Out. Now.”

You turned and walked to the back room, heart thundering, coffee dripping down your front. You didn’t cry. Not yet. You just wiped your face and tried to breathe.

The door opened.

Your manager stood there, arms crossed, lips pressed tight. "Now I know the customer started it. But - "

“I get it,” you said flatly. “I’m fired.”

She didn’t argue.

You ripped off your apron, tossed it aside, and left without another word.

Outside, you shoved in your AirPods. Music roared in your ears.

You were halfway down the block when you collided with someone. You stumbled back, muttering a distracted “sorry.”

They kept walking.

You didn’t even look up.

Back at your apartment, you slammed the door shut, threw your keys blindly toward the counter - and knocked over the vase of tulips you had bought days ago. Water spilled across the table and ran off the edge. The flowers drooped against the marble.

You didn’t bother to fix them.

You just moved to stare out the window.

The street below was empty.

But your mind continued to tell you that something was there, even if you couldn't seem anything.

Coffee was soaking into the rug beneath your shoes, and you didn’t even care.

Your fingers found your phone.

And you called him.

“Is your offer still available?” you asked, voice hollow.

Daesung sounded surprised. “Wait - I thought you didn’t get the time off?”

“My manager changed her mind.”

There was a pause. “Well,” he said brightly, trying to lift the mood, “good thing I didn’t cancel anything yet. You’re gonna love Japan - the neon lights, the markets, the food - ”

You barely listened.

You stood there, phone to your ear, as his voice babbled on.

And continued to stare down at the desolate street below. It felt like you were waiting for a shadow to appear. The same one that was casting a dark spell over your sanity.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The airport was brimming with life - even at the ungodly hour. Families reuniting, wheels clacking against the polished floor, announcements echoing overhead.

You and Daesung were moving through it all, heads down, casual but efficient.

He was practically glowing beside you, clutching your luggage with one hand and swinging his other arm as he walked. There was a bounce in his step.

“I booked a spa place for us - one with warm stone rooms,” Daesung beamed. “And there’s this tiny local spot that does handmade soba. I thought we could go there tomorrow night.”

You nodded, warmed by his thoughtfulness, until you both slowed at the sight of the chaos ahead. A wall of fans and cameras gathered by one of the VIP exits.

Security blocked the crowd, holding firm lines.

You nudged Daesung with your elbow. “I almost forgot about this part.”

He craned his neck. “Well... at least we're prepared.”

A sigh escaped you as you pulled your hood up and tugged your face mask into place. Daesung did the same, and together, you slipped around the edge of the chaos and into the quieter corridor leading to the VIP lounge.

But then you heard it. The shift in crowd noise. The camera shutters picking up speed.

You turned your head over your shoulder.

A trolley stacked with Rimowa suitcases was heading straight towards you.

And they were still covered in those ridiculous stickers. The ones you’d plastered all over them. Memories from each city you had visited together.

Jiyong was here.

He was striding forward with his security parting the crowd. A pair of black-framed glasses perched on his nose, cap low, but unmistakably him.

You grabbed Daesung’s arm, voice low. “I thought you said he wasn’t coming.”

Daesung blinked at you, surprised. “He said he wasn’t.”

You didn’t have time to process it. Jiyong spotted you through the glass of the lounge and made a beeline for the door.

He entered with a sigh, tugging his hat off, raking his fingers through his hair like he’d been running the whole way.

“You’re early,” he said with a soft smile, stopping a few feet away. “I thought you’d be.”

You glared at him, eyes narrowed to bitter resentment.

Daesung broke the silence, trying to keep things light. “What happened to taking care of things in Seoul?”

Jiyong didn’t take his eyes off you. “My responsibilities are here now.”

You rolled your eyes and Daesung felt it. He gave a half-laugh, feeling awkward. “Right. I’m, uh, gonna grab some food.” He glanced at you. “Coming?”

“Yeah,” you said quickly, stepping to follow.

“What are we eating?” Jiyong asked, stepping after you like it was the most natural thing in the world.

You turned sharply, hand up. “No.” The word was firm. A single finger raised in warning. “No.”

He opened his mouth to protest, but you didn’t give him the chance. You pulled your carry-on from Daesung and shoved it into Jiyong’s chest, causing him to stumble slightly as he caught it.

“I need you to stay here and look after this for me.”

He blinked, expression flickering. “I want to come with you.”

“No,” you said again, turning on your heel. “You’ll be fine. Stay.”

You walked away with Daesung, not looking back. You almost felt bad speaking to him that way, until you remembered why you were mad at him.

Daesung kept pace beside you, frowning.

“I’m sorry,” he said quietly. "I swear, he said - "

You shook your head before he could say anymore. “It’s fine."

“You sure?”

“Yeah,” you exhaled. “I can’t avoid him forever. And maybe it’s good for him to see me. Like this. Moving on.”

Daesung hesitated. But he didn’t argue.

He simply placed a steady hand on your back and guided you toward one of the food stalls.

Far behind you now, Jiyong stood in the lounge, your carry-on in hand, staring after you with something unreadable in his eyes.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You had thought things would be awkward at first, since Hyo Rin and Youngbae sided with Jiyong during the fallout.

But they surprised you.

They apologised, and it was sincere.

They even shared their snacks with you on the flight like nothing had happened. And Seunghyun wasn't in attendance - he was off preparing for enlistment.

It was surprisingly easy to slip back into the rhythm of the group.

And when the private car finally pulled up to the hotel, you all went your separate ways.

Same floor, different rooms.

Your room was cozy, exactly what you needed after the long flight. You started unpacking, trying to shake off the tension still clinging to you, but when you went to grab your AirPods, you noticed one was missing.

You sighed.

You had a bad habit of losing things, but this one?

This one was especially annoying.

You plopped down on the bed and glanced around the room, half-expecting the missing AirPod to magically appear before you.

It didn’t.

Your mind drifted, as it often did, back to a memory with Jiyong.

It was your first anniversary, and you were standing in front of the mirror, fidgeting with the diamond earrings Jiyong had gotten you.

He was standing behind you, his arms casually slung around your waist, watching you with that soft, affectionate smile that only he could pull off.

“You almost ready?” he asked, his voice low and warm.

You nodded, glancing at the clock. “Just about. I’ll be done in a second.”

He didn’t respond, just stood there, swaying slightly, his hands brushing over your dress - not to help, but to distract. He tugged at the little zipper.

“Jiyong,” you laughed, “come on, I’m trying to get ready here. You know I like to be early.”

"You look so beautiful.”

His hands traced the line of your dress, pushing the strap off your shoulder just enough so he could kiss the exposed skin.

“You’re making this hard,” you muttered, but it was difficult to stay serious when he was being like this.

His lips brushed your neck, then your earlobe, before he playfully bit down. "You're making me hard,"

“Oh my god,” You breathed out, a laugh escaping as he pulled you backwards, towards the bed.

You never made it to the dinner.

But that hadn't been what the evening was supposed to be about anyway.

It was about you and him.

A day remembering the beginning of your relationship, which had bloomed from something so unexpected.

And as long as you were with him, you didn't care how you celebrated it.

Although, breathlessly tangled in bedsheets with Jiyong was a rather faultless way of honouring your love.

Your eyes felt heavy as you lay there, lying against his bare chest and staring at the TV on the wall - playing a show neither of you were really watching.

Meanwhile, Jiyong was tugging at your earlobe absentmindedly, his hair slightly damp and askew after you had spent hours tugging on it.

“You know, I think you lost one of your earrings,” he said, his voice thick with amusement.

You tensed, your hand flying up to check your ear. “What?” You felt around the bed, panic rising as you realised it was true. “No, no, I can’t find it!”

“Don’t worry,” he teased, his voice low, amused. “It’s probably just fallen somewhere. I can't believe you’ve lost it already, Jagi.”

You scrambled to search the floor, uncaring for your naked state, desperately looking for the missing earring. “What do you mean I’ve lost it?!”

He chuckled, stretching across the bed as you yanked the covers from his bare body, tossing them across the room to double-check the mattress. Jiyong lay there, smiling, thumb pulling at his lip as he watched you.

“I’ll buy you another pair,” he said, sounding too relaxed about it. “Maybe a few more, so I can keep biting your ears and make sure you keep losing them.”

You glared at him, even though it had no malice behind it. “You're right. This is your fault.”

He laughed, his hand reaching out to tug you closer until you were standing against the edge of the bed.

He stared up at you, eyes warm and full of admiration. “I won’t stop,” he promised, his hands brushing against the curve of your backside. “When it comes to you, I have no control.”

You couldn’t help but laugh too, even as you rolled your eyes. “You’re ridiculous,” you said, though you loved him for it.

And when he went to bite the curve of your thigh, you shrieked with laughter, the sound filling the room, the moment a perfect bubble of happiness.

He tugged you hard, your body collapsing onto his - onto the bed, the world outside slipping away.

The knock at your hotel door pulled you sharply back to the present. Your heart raced as you stared at the door for a moment, your hand still clutching the missing AirPod.

The memory of Jiyong, of how things used to be, clung to you like a scent that couldn't be washed away.

You let out a shaky breath and wiped your hands on your pants. The knock came again, louder this time.

With one last glance at the missing AirPod, you forced yourself to stand. You walked toward the door and reached for the handle.

Daesung was standing there, grinning with that familiar warmth.

“You ready for an adventure?” he asked, his eyes sparkling.

Before you could even respond, he grabbed your hand, pulling you out of the room and into the elevator.

Next thing you knew, you were being whisked away to the Mario Kart go-kart experience in the streets of Tokyo.

It was absolutely ridiculous, and that was what made it so perfect.

You both suited up in bright, oversized outfits, giggling at each other from your respective go-karts, racing through the bustling streets of the city.

The rush of speed, the adrenaline coursing through you as you zipped past buildings and tourists, was invigorating.

You found yourself laughing uncontrollably as Daesung swerved a pothole and nearly crashed into a traffic cone. He stayed just slightly behind you, letting you take the glory, and preventing the people from behind from overtaking you.

It was liberating. To forget.

You didn’t even think about the mess you’d left behind.

The whispers. The stalker. Your job. Jiyong.

But eventually, the karts came to a stop, and you were back in the quiet of the Tokyo streets, the air cool against your skin.

You both strolled around, taking in the sights together. He was leading you towards a restaurant, talking animatedly about the noodles you just had try.

You hadn't even noticed you were holding hands until he tugged you back from stepping onto the crossing as a cyclist whizzed past. You smiled at him in gratitude.

Your adrenaline was still pumping from the racing. Your head rushed. It was addicting.

And then, of course, Daesung had to ruin it by bringing up Jiyong.

“So… I’ve been meaning to ask,” Daesung began, his voice casual but tinged with something softer. “How are you really doing with everything? With him.”

You sighed, removing your linked hands to rake it through your hair.

Of course, it had to come up. It always did.

It felt like no matter where you went, or what you tried to do to move forward, the past kept following you like an inevitable shadow.

“I don’t know, Dae,” you admitted, “I just… I don’t want to keep thinking about it. I don’t want to keep going back to that. I just want to move forward, you know? We’re in Tokyo. I want to enjoy the trip. I want to enjoy this.”

Daesung didn’t say anything at first. He just looked at you, his expression serious. After a beat, he sighed.

“You can’t move forward until you make peace with the past, though,” he said quietly, his words hitting harder than you expected.

You stopped walking, the weight of his words sinking in.

“I’m not clueless, Y/n,” he continued, his tone a little more pointed. “I know why Jiyong’s here. He’s here because you’re here. And he’s probably wondering where you are right now. Why you’re with me.”

You felt your chest tighten. His words landed like a punch, but there was no anger in them, only truth.

You looked away, avoiding his gaze as the words he spoke lingered in the air.

“I don’t want to talk about him,” you muttered, but your voice sounded small, even to you.

Daesung’s voice softened. “Sorry, I just feel...”

You nodded slowly, your fingers brushing the cool surface of a nearby shop window as you gathered your thoughts. You knew what he was going to say.

Guilty.

You hadn't felt that way at first. Maybe only a fleeting pinch. But leaving things unresolved with Jiyong meant your time with Daesung felt... borrowed.

Like you weren't allowed to progress until you had closed that chapter for good.

“I know,” you whispered. “I’ve been avoiding him. But I can't stomach the thought of a conversation with him. He really hurt me."

Your words didn't even begin to cover the damage Jiyong had inflicted. Even if it had been from misplaced anger and judgement.

Daesung nodded, his hand falling gently on your shoulder, a reassuring weight. “I understand. I'd never push you into something you're not ready for."

You looked up at him, meeting his eyes, and he smiled, a soft, understanding smile.

It almost felt like his words had another meaning to them - like you weren't just ready for a conversation with Jiyong, but ready to move on.

Sometimes you wondered that if you sealed things off from Jiyong, then maybe your path with Daesung would suddenly appear.

Right now, it felt blurred and unsure.

It also felt exciting and hopeful.

You sighed deeply, feeling the weight of his words.

“Fine I promise that I'll be better,” you said softly, “I'll... try to keep the peace. But - he has to respect my boundaries too. I'm tired of people pushing me to my limits."

"I'll speak to him." He assured you with a nod. Then Daesung smiled again, his face lighting up. “I want you to have a good time. And we’ll be here, together. No more worries.”

You both stood there for a moment, the city moving around you, the night air cool against your skin. You stared up at him and then reached on your tip-toes, holding his broad shoulders for support as you pressed a delicate kiss to his cheek.

Daesung squeezed your waist as your feet flattened again, then he took your hand - fingers interlocked, continuing your journey through the city together.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

The spa was meant to be a reprieve. A calming pause before the boy's performance later that night.

You and Daesung were wrapped in white robes, wandering through the corridors of still water and soft music. It was almost easy to pretend everything was simple again.

Almost.

Your eyes burned into the ink scrawled across his back.

Jiyong walked a few paces ahead, shuffling towards the indoor pool.

He had invited himself along, and Daesung had only offered an apologetic shrug when you looked at him with thinly veiled irritation.

You hadn’t said anything. There was no point.

You paused your steps, letting Jiyong go his own way. You just needed to keep your distance, stay in control.

But control slipped a little the moment Daesung loosened the tie on his robe.

He shrugged it off with the ease of someone used to being shirtless around others, and your gaze, unprepared, was caught.

The cut of his muscles. The curve of his biceps. The way his shorts hung low on his hips.

His body was all hard lines and effortless strength, and you knew he worked out, but you hadn’t seen it like this. Not so close. Not so bare.

You blinked and turned your head quickly, heart fluttering in your chest. The thought of sitting beside him in the sauna - watching sweat trace down the thick column of his neck, pooling in the crevice of his chest - was suddenly too much.

“I think I’ll go for the steam room,” you said lightly, masking the heat rising in your cheeks.

He looked over at you and smiled, towel in hand. “Alright. Let’s do that instead.”

The steam curled thick around you both as you stepped into the room. It was quiet, private, the hiss of heat enveloping your skin in seconds.

You sat side by side on the tiled bench, your knees almost brushing.

The air was hot and wet, making the silence between words stretch longer than it should have - but Daesung, ever gentle, filled it with low laughter and small stories. Something about the last time they were in Japan. A fan encounter. A near-disastrous ramen challenge.

You laughed softly, grateful for the lightness.

But after a while, he leaned back against the wall, blinking slowly.

"I might have to step out for a bit,” he murmured. “I'm getting a little lightheaded in here.”

You shifted upright. “I’ll come with - ”

“No, no. Stay,” he said quickly, hand brushing yours to stop you. “Enjoy yourself. I’ll come back for you.”

You hesitated, then nodded. “Okay.”

The door hissed shut behind him, leaving you alone in the thick fog. You exhaled and let your head fall back, trying to melt into the heat.

That’s when the door opened again.

You didn’t look. “That was quick - ”

“Y/n.”

You sat up fast.

Jiyong stood there, steam already beginning to curl around his body, his dark hair damp from the humidity. He wore nothing but tight black trunks, clinging to his thighs.

You stiffend, instantly on guard.

“No,” you snapped. “Get out.”

He stepped in anyway, closing the door behind him with a soft click.

“No,” he said evenly. “I’m going to stay here and talk to you. Even if I have to beg.”

You stared at him, unmoving.

He took a step forward. “Is that what you want? For me to beg?”

You stayed silent.

Tension hung between you, thick as the steam in the air. Old feelings clawing their way back to the surface. You hated how he could still pull them from you so easily.

He looked at you for a beat, eyes unwavering. “Well?” he prompted. “Do you?”

You crossed your arms, leaning back against the wall. “Go on then. Beg.”

You didn’t expect him to actually do it.

But then - he dropped. Right onto the steaming tile floor, knees hitting hard, ignoring the sharp heat searing against his skin. His hands came together in front of him, eyes locked on yours.

“Please,” he said, words low and sincere. “Please forgive me. I’m so sorry. I was stupid. I hurt you. I’ve spent every day since trying to be better. Trying to prove it. And I’ll keep doing it, Y/n. I’ll keep proving it. Just… please.”

The steam blurred the edges of him, but the emotion in his voice cut through like glass.

“One more chance,” he said, voice thick now. Raw.

He didn’t look away. And despite everything, it was hard to keep your heart guarded when he looked at you like that.

You exhaled slowly, heart tight in your chest.

“I'm tired, Jiyong,” you said finally. “I don’t want to fight anymore. It’s not fair to the others. I want this trip to be good. For all of us.”

His head dropped for a moment, as if something in him had finally unclenched.

You let out a breath. “You can get up now. Before someone thinks we’re doing something else in here.”

That familiar smirk tugged at the corner of his mouth as he slowly rose. “Wouldn’t be the first time we did, huh?”

You rolled your eyes.

He sat beside you, trunks sitting low on his waist, traces of his thigh tattoos peaking out. You stared ahead, trying not to glance at him, at the water glistening on his chest, the way his hair curled slightly with the heat.

The air was thick now, not just with steam but something unspoken.

History. Hunger. Longing.

Even just his presence beside you made your skin feel too tight. He wasn’t touching you, but you could feel him, the weight of what you used to be, of what you almost still were.

“Are you coming to the show later?” he asked, voice softer now.

You nodded, eyes still fixed ahead.

He smiled, small and genuine. “Good.”

And in that small pocket of heat and silence, the ache between you stirred again - unresolved, undeniable.

But for now, you leaned back, closed your eyes, and tried to let the steam carry it all away.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

You and Hyorin had screamed yourselves hoarse from the barricade, limbs tangled in the wild energy of the fans.

It was impossible not to get swept up in it. Even if you hadn’t planned to cheer. Even if you told yourself you’d stay cool. Composed.

That hadn't been possible when Youngbae had stripped his shirt off and thrown it at the crowd - Hyorin fighting with a screaming girl to claim it. Or when Daesung poured his bottled water over his body, flicking the rest in your direction with a wink.

And especially not when Jiyong had collapsed to his knees in the middle of his performance of 'If You'. His eyes never leaving yours.

Unrelenting. Pleading.

Now, long after the final encore, the energy hadn’t quite faded.

You were all crammed into a hole-in-the-wall takeout spot, the kind of place that smelled like grease and burning. Noodles and soju littered the table, laughter spilling from every corner.

Youngbae had long since surrendered holding his head up, resting it flat on the tabletop, dead to the world.

Hyorin giggled uncontrollably as she slowly, dramatically piled noodles on top of his bleached hair, strand by strand.

“You’re going to give him a noodle crown,” you wheezed, covering your mouth with your hand.

She shushed you with mock seriousness. “Don’t wake him up!”

Even Jiyong had his head tipped back in laughter, cheeks pink from soju and residual adrenaline.

It felt like before. Before the fights. Before the silence. Before everything cracked.

Eventually, the energy began to fade, and someone mumbled something about sleep. Everyone agreed in a chorus of groans.

You stood, wincing immediately as the ache in your feet made itself known.

“God, I shouldn't have worn these shoes,” you muttered.

“Come on,” Daesung said, crouching down before you. “Hop on.”

“What? No, you just danced for like three hours, you must be - ”

He turned his head and gave you a look. “I said, hop on.”

You hesitated, then gave in with a laugh, throwing your arms around his shoulders and jumping onto his back. He hoisted you easily, gripping your thighs with a tight squeeze.

“Dae!” you squealed when he immediately took off into a sprint, making your stomach lurch with each bounce.

“You said your feet hurt!” he called back, breathless and grinning.

Behind you, you could hear Hyorin’s laughter, and Jiyong’s complaining as they were left to drag Youngbae’s half-sleeping form toward the hotel.

By the time you got back to the room, your whole body ached with exhaustion. You fell onto the bed face first with a groan.

“Dead,” you mumbled into the pillow.

Daesung leaned down, gently slipping your shoes off. “Still very beautiful though,”

“Mm,” you grunted, eyes fluttering closed as you rolled onto your side.

He tucked the blanket around you carefully, and you felt the dip of the mattress as he leaned in. Your breath caught. For a second, you thought - maybe -

But his lips just brushed the corner of your mouth. A near-kiss. Warm and fleeting.

“Goodnight,” he whispered.

And then he was gone.

You were drifting when your phone vibrated on the nightstand. You groaned and reached for it blindly.

“What,” you muttered, not even checking the screen.

“Hi.”

You frowned. That voice. Low and hesitant.

Jiyong.

“What do you want now?” you asked, more tired than annoyed.

“Did you get back okay?” His voice was quiet. Softer than usual.

“Yeah,” you mumbled. “Daesung walked me to my room.”

You didn’t tell him about the blanket. Or the almost kiss.

“Good,” Jiyong said. “I feel better knowing you’re safe.”

You said nothing, eyes closing again.

“You two have gotten close.”

“Mhm.”

There was a pause. “I’m glad Daesung was there when I wasn’t. He’s a good friend. For looking after you… for me.”

You didn’t respond.

He sighed, but continued despite your silence. “I’m glad I can talk to you again,” he said. “We used to call after my shows, remember? When you couldn’t come, I’d call you the second I got offstage. Couldn’t sleep without hearing your voice.”

You nodded, but your mind was too foggy with sleep to respond.

“I haven’t really slept since we ended,” he added. “Not properly.”

You breathed out, slow and heavy. Already gone from the moment.

“I love you.”

But you didn’t hear him.

The phone slipped from your hand as you fell into sleep, the line still open.

When your alarm blared early the next morning, you jolted upright, groggy and sore. You reached for your phone to silence it - and that’s when you saw it.

The call was still ongoing.

You hesitantly brought the phone to your ear and waited. You could hear soft breathing. The gentle rhythm of Jiyong’s sleep, steady and low.

He hadn’t hung up.

You stared at the call log.

He’d stayed on the phone all night.

Your finger hovered above the red button. Just for a second.

Then you sighed and ended the call.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

Even though the trip had ended on a high, normality was calling you to return.

But that didn't mean Japan hadn't left its mark.

You'd have to find a new job once you returned. And the break from Seoul had sown a seed of hope.

Maybe you could return to your passion of producing again. Maybe it was time to move forward, instead of letting the world moving around you.

You stepped into your apartment, the door clicking shut softly behind you. The familiar scent of your linen spray still lingered faintly in the air, a gentle, deceptive kind of welcome.

Home.

But something felt off.

And then you saw them.

The tulips.

They sat back in their vase on the counter. The very same vase you’d left knocked over. The flowers had begun to wilt, petals sagging from their stems. You had left them lying on the marble.

You knew you had.

The bag in your hands fell to the floor, your grip weak.

A wave of dread slammed into you. It was too much. After everything - your job, your breakup, the long, slow crawl of putting yourself back together - this, this, was the thing that made the cracks split open.

You cried.

Loud, ugly sobs that ripped through your chest.

Someone had been here.

Someone had invaded your only safe space.

The police came quickly. Professional, composed, too calm for the way your voice shook as you explained everything.

They swept the apartment, asked questions, took photos.

They didn’t find anyone.

But they did find what you feared most.

Your bedroom window - shattered from the outside.

Glass on the floor.

And clear signs that someone had entered.

One of the officers pulled his notebook out and gave you a grave look. “It’s clear someone broke in through the window. We’re escalating the case from a report of harassment to a formal investigation for unlawful entry. You did the right thing calling it in.”

You were shaking.

Your fingers trembled, clenched around the sleeves of your hoodie like you were trying to ground yourself. Willing your body to stay standing. And you wouldn't have been able to -

Had it not been for Jiyong’s arm wrapped firmly around your shoulders. Pressing you against his familiar embrace.

The officer glanced between the two of you. “Do you have somewhere safe you can stay?”

Jiyong didn’t hesitate. “With me.” he held you closer. "She's coming home with me."

You didn’t fight him. You couldn’t. You leaned into him, letting the warmth of his body soak into your bones.

Home wasn’t a place anymore.

But maybe it could be a person.

𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪 𓆩♡𓆪

dae: i'll speak to him about boundaries

cut to jiyong the next day on his knees, in a steam room, begging you for attention

this damn drama queen

a/n: my big bang girls gave me keywords for this fic: sauna, begging, pathetic man, and dog collar - i hope i lived up to most of them

sorry if this wasn't my best work - i'm still grinding at uni butttt only 2 assignments left 🥳🥳🥳🥳 yipeeee

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[scarleteevee1]

Unexpected Events

Short Story about the day Gemma disappeared in front of her friends. Into a unexpected portal to another world

Gemma gave a quiet yawn, having her cheek resting in her hand and elbow connected to the desk top.

Glancing over at the Clock on the wall.

Two more minutes before I can leave school

Gem thought, the Day was okay and all, but the poor girl had no friends at school.

Instead she had Four Friends who were also Brothers that, She would hang out with after school and work.

Gemma smiled to herself, remembering that it was her day off. At the pizza place She and her brother worked at.

Once the bell ranged, Gemma jumped from her seat collecting her items and bouncing out the door excited.

They all planned to go to a skate park that, barely anyone went to.

At the point Gemma got home, she climbed the Four Story Apartment building going to the top.

Fishing out her Keys from her pocket as Then unlocking the Apartment door.

"Painter I'm home!" Gemma spoke to Painter the Turtle who was her emotional Support animal. Closing the door walking into her bedroom Throwing the school items and Binder bag onto the unmade bed.

The Eastern Box Turtle ran over to the side of his enclosure, happy to see Gemma was back.

Gemma smiled going over, and opening up the enclosure gently picking up the Turtle gently petting him on the head.

"Hi Bub how was your day?" She asked, as Painter made a small noise in return.

Leaving the room heading to the Kitchen, keeping the Turtle closed to her.

"Oh yeah? Well for me it was okay couldn't wait to get out of school," She spoke placing the Turtle on the round table and peaked in the fridge.

"Hmm let's see.. oh good leftovers for Angelo tonight" Gem spoke, grabbing a container labeled as 'Painter's Fruit Snacks'.

Placing some Sliced Fruit on the table for Painter, the Turtle started to eat.

Putting the container back, looking at the plate of leftovers before closing the fridge and grabbing a Pad and Paper and starting to write.

Anglo

I'm going to go hang out with my Friends, probably will be back about 10ish. There's still some Leftovers in the fridge from last night.

After the note Gemma scooped up Painter after he was done eating. Putting him in his Enclosure, and filling his dish with store bought food.

"Okay Painter be good I'll be back later tonight," She said, Painter on The head as the Turtle gave a little Pur.

Closing the enclosure up, Gemma grabbed some snacks on the go making her way.

Gemma costed on her Skate board, to Skate park. Seeing it was empty good they will have the place to themselves.

Hearing a clank of a Pothole, looking over seeing her friends make their way over giving a wave.

"Hey Gemma!!" Mikey said, happily being the first to reach her, while Donnie second, Leo Third and Raph last.

"Hello Gemma how was it at School?" Don asked, with a small smile.

"Eh not so bad," Gemma answered, with a small shrug.

"How was yous guys Day?" She asked.

"Eh you know the usual stuck at home," Mikey answer steping onto his Skate board.

"Well I found a new Spiderman comic today," Donnie said, happily as

"Oh really??" Gemma asked, as Don nodded as He started digging into his bag. "I brought it with me!" He said, happily.

"Don! No one's hear to read Comics!" Raph spoke, as He pushed Don towards the skate park.

"We can look at it later," Gemma said, with a Sweatdrop as Leo shook his head. While Mikey didn't notice a thing already doing some Skate Tricks.

"Hm well Raph never shares how His day go but how about you Leo?" Gemma asked, turning to Leo.

"Err not much just practicing with my Katanas Still feel like I don't them perfected yet," He said, with a sigh not having much confidence in himself.

"Don't worry! I bet you will have it down in no time!" She said, giving him a smile as He gave a weak smile back.

"Now let's get to Skate Boarding!" Gem exclaimed, happily as Nardo Agreed.

It was a Hour or two the group, joking and doing tricks even Raph started to joke around as well.

The group unaware that they were being watched..

On a roof top, a small group of Foot clan watched the Mutants and their Human Friend. Watching for the right moment to in..

Gemma laughed at joke Mikey just made.

"Hehe Guys watch this!" She said, picking up Momentum the Brothers turned to over looking at Gemma.

Gemma was about to do said trick, but the wheel of her Skate board hit a small rock the wrong way sending Her flying off her Skate board with a yell.

"GEMMA!!" The four brothers yell in shock quickly making their way over to her, Mikey and Leo quick to help Gem sit up.

Raph looked away with a shakey breath, noticing blood from Gemma's scraped knee.

"You're okay?" Leo asked, as Donnie quickly digged for the small travel sized First Aid kit had.

"Yeah I'm okay more shocked that happened," Gemma said, with a small laugh embarrassed.

"Well glad you're okay Dudette that look lik-" Mikey was suddenly intupted, as a Shuriken land right between Michaelangelo and Gemma's as they flinched. The weapon standing upwards a getting stuck in the concrete.

"WHO THE H-" Raph yelled, in anger but stopped as in front of the group stood Eight Foot Clan Ninjas.

"You Mutants will come with us," One spoke up, The Brothers and Gemma's gave confused looks.

"And why would we?? After throwing a weapon at us?!" Donnie spoke, standing up as He was crouching at the moment just about to help Gem with her scraped near until the rude interruption.

"It was merely to get your attention," The Ninja spoke.

"Well I hope you don't mind me merely punching you in the face," Raph replied, with a growl.

"And anyways aren't you that bad group that's been on the news recently," Mikey spoke, while slowly helping Gemma up.

Leonardo stepped forward, ready to grab his Katanas at any second.

The ninja laughed, Seeing The Turtles were ready to fight. With a nod to the Foot Clan group jumped to action.

"Raph! Keep Gemma safe!!" Don spoke quickly, as He just barely blocked a attack with his Bo Staff.

Raph gave a grunt, wanting to join in the fight but unstood.

Grabbing his Sais from his Belt then protectively standing in front of Gemma.

Gem was somewhat in shock, on how her Friends went to helping her with a scrape knee to fighting criminals.

What.A.Night.

Not like anything could get worse... could it?

The Bros were starting to struggle, not really been a fight all that much the clang of the metal clashing into each other.

The noise hit Donnie just right enough, making him flinch leaving a opening as one moment his Bo Staff was in his hands to going flying behind him.

Gemma moved backwards grabbing the Bo Staff, while Raph was busy stopping a Foot Ninja who came out of no where.

"I got it!" Gemma cheered, still moving backwards She Tripped but not onto the ground ... instead into a Portal.

The Turtles watched in horror, as Raph hand a hand out to grab her arm but it was too late.. Gemma was .. gone..

Annnnd Done! I decided I wanted to write the event that Happened to Gemma! Uh I feel like the Brothers were kinda ooc (even though it's my iteration) but lol this is my first time writing them I'll get the hang of it :>

[theguywhodoesntlikemusicals]

'I didn't think that you wanted to see me...'

The words stabbed into Paul's heart like a knife. He tensed, his arms around Richie becoming like a wall around the two of them. To keep him close and safe and not let him fall away again. Paul felt anguish choke in his throat. That his misdirected apathy that he used to keep himself safe and sane might have caused someone he loved so much pain and fear... Paul kept Richie firmly in his embrace for a moment, if only to try to blink away the tears forming in the corners of his eyes. He never meant to hurt Richie... He would never have wanted that.

"I missed you too, kiddo," he whispered quietly. "I want you here. I-- Of course I want you around!" Paul gasped, realising just as much for himself as he wanted Richie to see it too. How much he wanted to hear about Richie's day, and what he was passionate about at any one time, or what silly things his friends had done... Oh God, why hadn't he realised it sooner? How bad he wanted to see Richie smile. "Hah... there I was thinking that you had gotten too old and too cool to see your uncle anymore."

As Richie pulled away, Paul smiled at him, still misty-eyed, and reached forward to ruffle his hair. "Hah...! I know plenty of people. And I know that right now all I want to do is see you smile." As he spoke, Paul nudged Richie's cheek with the back of his finger. Keeping contact with his nephew, one hand on his shoulder, he reached for a tissue and then pressed into Richie's hands so he could wipe his tears. "Don't worry about your dad. I know how to get him to change his ways." Even if that was just Paul stubbornly ignoring his older brother's orders or suggestions until Gary threw a fit and gave up. "I don't want you to have to worry about that while you're here though, okay? You need some time away from all this. And if that's... eating cold dumplings on my couch watching a Japanese movie I won't understand then I'll just be happy you're here."

Shuffling up to the door, Richie adjusted a sleeve with a hand. His shoulder rolled, keeping a small duffle bag’s strap on. He’s brought a few items over, that’s what the bag was for. He’s greasy and sweaty, the typical for the young man. His hair’s sticking up more today, losing the battle to try and tame it.

A hand raised, going to knock at Paul’s front door. He then wiped the hand against a pant leg, to rid of the sweat.

— [ @overactive-sweat-glands ]

The door was quickly answered as Paul hurried to the door, not wanting to keep his nephew waiting. How long had it been since he last looked after him? Not babysat, Paul reminded himself. Richie was far too old for that now. But since his dad was going away on business for a few days, he didn't want Richie on his own for that long. While Paul was fairly sure that Richie was a smart kid who could take care of himself, he wouldn't want him to be forced into doing so. Paul wouldn't have wanted him alone for that long either way, and he was happy to have him stay. Especially considering what Ted told him about what his own little brother was dealing with at that school...

His thoughts aside, Paul quickly opened the door and smiled at the teen.

"Hi, Richie!" Paul smiled, doing his best cool relative voice, while also not sound pedantic. It was a delicate balancing act, and honestly didn't change too much from normal. But there weren't many people he put in such effort with. "Come in and set your stuff down. Ready to have some fun?"

[loverboybrightsideghost]

if superman 2025 isn't a good movie i will recover i'll be fine i survived not liking maws that much but BY GOD will i be disappointed for the rest of my life until i die

[gender-euphowrya]

it's really baffling to me that when i tell people i don't eat veggies they're like "THEN WHAT DO YOU EAT" like. do you not know about the other food groups. have you exclusively been eating carrots and leaves like a bugs bunny

[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[smutoperator]

Puppy Training

Danielle Marsh x Male Reader, Assistant

Tags: (lots of) anal, ass eating, begging, butt spreading, dog collar, domination, facial, full nelson, gape, mounting, pet play, queefing, sex toys, submissive slut, training

Word count: 4199

Danielle wanted to try new experiences. She started talking to a wealthy guy, and he invited her to his house for some fun.

But before her arrival, you had to set a few things up.

"This girl who is coming here, she is still very inexperienced. I want to give her some of my training, but I think she needs your help," you said, talking to a well-experienced assistant you had just hired. "I appreciate the gesture; I'll make sure I get her ready for you," the assistant answered. "So, what is your plan?" you then asked her.

"I will have my tools; I'll make sure to use them properly," the assistant answered, presenting you with her case of sex toys with many dildos and butt plugs. "She'll be ready for you, I can guarantee you that; she'll be begging for it, her asshole will be gaping for you," the assistant said. "Then I will go upstairs; just let you do your thing to her," you answered.

Danielle finally arrived at your house, but instead of you, the assistant was waiting for her. "Thank you for coming," the assistant said. Danielle looked at the table with all the toys the assistant had presented to you and was now ready to use on her.

"Thank you for coming," the assistant told Danielle. "Don't pay attention to these," she said as Dani looked at the toys. "Sorry," she answered the assistant. "Do as I say, no questions asked, and you'll have a memorable day, do you understand me?" the assistant told her.

"Show me your ass," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged, getting on all fours on the couch and lifting her skirt. "I see you came in prepared, little slut, no panties," she said, spanking Dani's bare butt. "Look at this tight little asshole," she continues, starting to lick it and preparing Danielle while stimulating her pussy with her hands.

"You like that?" the assistant asked as she spat on Danielle's asshole. "Yeah," Danielle answered. "Oh, you like your tight little asshole getting some attention," she continued, increasing the speed of her tonguing.

"Open up that butthole for me, let me see," the assistant said as she continued to run her mouth over it. "So fucking tight, a sexy young teen asshole," she continued. "Please let me in, you're gonna like it even more when instead of my hands it's going to be his cock," the assistant continued.

"Do you wanna taste your fucking ass?" the assistant asked, shoving a pair of fingers up Danielle's anus as she moaned. "Answer me," the assistant commanded, spanking Dani's ass. "Yeah, please, let me taste it," she then answered, moaning again.

"Open your mouth," the assistant told Danielle, who obliged and tasted her ass from the assistant's fingers. "You like that, you dirty little bitch?" the assistant asked. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then suck it like a dick, little bitch," the assistant commanded, shoving her whole hand in her mouth.

"Show me how your suck dick, stick out your tongue, make it nice and wet for your asshole," the assistant ordered as Danielle bobbed her head on your hand, before pushing it back into the young girl's ass. "Ohhhh," Danielle moaned. "Let me in, push that little butthole out, you're gonna need it for his cock, it's really big, don't run away," the assistant said as she fisted Dani's asshole.

"Beg for more, baby," the assistant told Danielle. "Please, more," Dani said as her asshole kept getting fisted deeper and deeper. "Does it feel good, little bitch?" she asked. "Yes," Dani answered.

"Your fucking pussy is already so wet, you're such a horny buttslut," the assistant said as she finger-fucked Dani's butthole while fingering her pussy. "Open up that hole, let me look inside that ass," she said, tonguing it one more time as Danielle moaned. "It feels really good," Danielle answered.

"You're gonna love his dick in your ass then; let me keep stretching that fucking butthole for him," the assistant told Danielle. "Yeah," Danielle answered as the assistant grabbed one of the buttplugs from the table and shoved it in Dani's mouth. "Get it nice and wet and spread that asshole for me," she commanded as Danielle followed her instructions.

The assistant teased Danielle, putting the plug in and out of her asshole. "Hear the sound of your asshole opening up and gaping for me," the assistant said as a queefing sound came out of it before she pulled the plug. "Look at that gape, it's so cute; keep opening that hole for me and relax," she continued.

"Tell me you love it; you better not be lying to me," the assistant says as she keeps shoving that plug. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me put something bigger in it," she says, putting a very large plug into Danielle's ass. "Does it feel good?" she asks. "Yeah," Danielle answers. "Then let me just put everything," the assistant continues.

"Do you feel like a slut?" "Yeah," Danielle says again. "I don't think you're ready yet; your butthole is closing. Open that ass," the assistant says. Danielle spreads her butt again, letting the assistant penetrate her butthole with the plug. "Keep that hole open for me," she says as Danielle rubs her pussy.

"I love that sound; that asshole is begging for some big fat cock," the assistant says as Danielle's backdoor keeps queefing. "You're doing well; you must really want his cock," she continues. The assistant picks up a larger dildo as Danielle's gape keeps growing. "Push it," she orders, enjoying as Danielle's butt pops it out.

"Such a yummy asshole," the assistant says as she tastes Danielle's ass from the toy. "You feel that inside you?" she asks, thrusting the dildo harder. "Yes," Danielle answers. "Beg for it," the assistant replies. "Please, please, give me more," Danielle begs.

"Good girl, I think you're ready to be wrecked by his cock," the assistant says, licking Danielle's gaping asshole. "Get on the floor, on your knees," the assistant commands, letting Danielle kiss her to taste her ass before putting a dog collar on her neck with a chain. "You're going to be a good bitch for him, worship his cock, and take it in all of your holes," she says to Danielle before leaving.

"He's upstairs," the assistant tells Danielle, who climbs into your room. You grab her by the chain as Danielle crawls on all fours like a good puppy as you drag her across the room. "Are you ready?" you ask her. "Yes," Danielle promptly answers. "Then unzip my pants and suck my cock," you get straight to the point.

Danielle does as you ask, unzipping your pants and popping your massive cock off, putting it in her mouth, and sucking it softly as she remains on her knees. You look at her beautiful face full of your cock, taking your jacket off as she bobs her head on your shaft without her hands, grabbing her by the chain as she tries to choke on your dick. She licks her chops, moving her head faster in your direction and coating your cock with her saliva, strings of it licking her mouth and your tip. You pop your cock's tip in and out of her mouth, teasing her as you softly fuck her face.

"I'll do anything for you," Danielle says with a big smile on her face. You push your cock deeper in her mouth, watching her roll her eyes. "Make me your bitch," she begs. The facefucking continues, you doing everything in your power to make her gag on your cock as you stuff Dani's beautiful mouth before pushing her chin up for her to look in your eyes.

"I'm gonna fuck your ass really hard today," you tell her. She smiles, enjoying your words. "Yes, sir, please," she begs, as you keep using her mouth to get your cock wet, popping your cock in and out of it. "I'll submit to all of your desires," she says as she grabs your shaft and works her mouth around it, jerking it off intensely as she gives you a good blowjob and makes you groan.

"Good puppy," you say to Danielle as you grab her head and fuck her face. She answers with more cock-sucking, massaging your balls and your pole as she tastes it in her mouth. "It feels so good when you shove it down my little throat," she says.

"Open your mouth, let me push it slowly," you tell Danielle, shoving your cock balls deep in her throat as you grab her head. "You shoved it so deep I couldn't even breathe; it's so massive inside me, it feels so wonderful," Danielle says after she gags.

"Please fuck me, take control of my body, sir, I want to be dominated," Danielle begs you. You get her up, kissing her cock-filled mouth as she strokes your shaft, before turning her around and pinning her against the blue chair in your living room. You lift her skirt, looking at the butt plug your assistant put in her asshole, spanking her ass as you look at her pantyless backside.

"Hmmm," Danielle moans as she gets spanked. You slowly guide your cock inside her pussy. "Yeah," she moans, feeling the tip penetrate her folds. "Oh yes, please," she says, you grabbing her by the dog leash and giving her the first round of thrusts, going very slow and enjoying her moan. "Yes, oh yes," she moans as you push it a little deeper.

"Please, please, fuck me harder, ahhhh." Danielle begs; you grab the leash and pound her hard, making her cheeks clap. "OH YEAH YEAH YEAH," she moans as her pussy gets stretched out, already losing her breath. You slowly unbutton your shirt, getting yourself completely naked and groaning as you enjoy Dani's tight young pussy wrapped around your cock, her body bouncing hard with your hard thrusts.

"YEAH, OH MY GOD," Danielle moans as she gets pounded hard, clinging to the chair as you show no mercy to her pussy. You pull the dog leash in your direction, treating her like your puppy. "Fuck my pussy," she begs as you slow down, spreading her ass as you pop your cock in and out of it.

"Fuck my pussy, destroy it," Danielle begs you. Her beautiful eyes and sexy smile drive you crazy. You tease her with slow thrusts before attacking her pussy hard, grabbing her arms behind her back. "Give me your cock, I want it all, I want it every inch, yes," she tells you as her cheeks get clapped hard. "OH MY GOD," she moans, keeping her ass spread at every second, much to your enjoyment.

"Please, make me cum; I want it harder," Danielle begs and gets it, the hard pounding going nonstop. "DON'T STOP, DON'T STOP, FUCK," she screams, you grabbing her waist and giving her cunt really fast thrusts that make her legs shake and her juices drip.

"Come taste it," you tell Danielle, who gets on her knees and hungrily turns in your direction to suck your cock. "Please fuck my ass," she begs you with your cock still deep in her mouth as she tries to get it wet for her asshole. "I want to feel all of your cock in my ass," she tells you, savoring your cock and running it over her face and then deepthroating it after a long head-bobbing.

"Fuck," you groan as Danielle deepthroats your cock, hungrily taking it like a good puppy. "So good," you tell her, popping it in and out of her mouth. "Please, I want you to fuck my ass," she begs again. "Are you prepared?" you ask her, Danielle just positively nodding.

"I'm ready," Danielle says as you grab her by her leash and push her to your bed. She softly jerks your cock off as you romantically kiss her and take her clothes off. "You smell so good," you tell her. But Danielle is only focused on one thing.

"Please, use my ass," she tells you. You remove her buttplug as you lie in your bed, slowly guiding your big, fat cock to her asshole. "I'm ready to be used," she tells you.

You guide your cock to Danielle's ass, take things very slowly, grabbing Danielle's legs and lifting them up as you give her butt some soft little pumps. "Oh my God, it's so big in my tight little ass, feels so good stretching me, so deep in my ass," she says, softly moaning as she tries to get used to it. You slowly pick up the pace. "I love the way you stretch my hole," she tells you as the speed gets faster. "Oh my god, yeah," she moans.

Her tight asshole quickly drives you crazy; you are unable to resist for long as you start pumping up her ass really hard. "Oh yeah," she moans, closing her eyes as her legs get up in the air. "Fuck that ass, I want it all, oh my god," she moans as your balls slap against her cheeks.

"That's it, make me gape, baby," Danielle says as you tease her, getting your cock in and out of her asshole and showing off her already massive gape. "Fuck me hard," she continues to beg. You quickly put Danielle under your full control, pushing her legs and giving her a full nelson pounding. "OHHHHHHH YESSSS," she screams as you put her body under your full mercy, pounding her asshole like an animal.

"OH MY GOD, OH YES, TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH, AHHHH, FUCK MY ASS JUST LIKE THAT, I'M A SLUT TAKING IT ALL IN MY BUTT FOR YOU," Danielle screams as she gets completely dominated, fast thrusts making her asshole queef as you destroy it. "YES, FUCK, IT FEELS SO GOOD, OH MY GOD," she screams. "I'm gonna cum all over your cock, OH MY GOD," she moans, closing her eyes and enjoying being used like a toy by your big fat cock.

"FUCK ME UNTIL I CUM, GIVE IT TO ME, FUCKKK," Danielle screams as your thrusts get extremely fast, her asshole getting pounded like a piston. "I'M GONNA CUM," she announces, you pulling out of her massively gaped asshole as she squirts.

After you're done pounding her hard, Danielle tries riding your cock, moving her hips sexily in a reverse cowgirl position. "Such a big, juicy cock," she says, grabbing your shaft as she bounces on it. "It's so big, I don't know if I can handle it," she says. "Let me test it then," you tell Danielle, pushing your cock upwards into her asshole. "Damn, it's massive, bulging under my tummy so good, oh my god," she says.

Danielle spins on your cock and gets used to your massive length. "I can barely fit it all inside me, ohhhh," she moans as she keeps bouncing, moving much faster this time as she moans and screams. "I just want to be your pleasure girl," she tells you as you spank her ass from behind.

"Let me taste my little asshole," Danielle begs you, quickly diving to suck your cock as soon as it gets out of her ass. She sucks it to perfection, her beautiful face all over your asshole-flavored cock. "So good," you praise her.

You give Danielle's ass a little tap as you put her in a spooning position. "I was born to be used for you," she says as you tease your cock around her anal entrance before pushing it slowly deeper inside her. "Use me just like that, fuck, please," Danielle begs as you grab her hair.

Once again, you start slow, enjoying digging your cock inside Danielle's butthole. "Put it all in there," she begs, but you take your time, watching her asshole gape hard with your thick cock stretching it out. "Fuck, I love the way you fuck my asshole; give it all to me," she begs.

"Fuck, I want every inch inside my asshole; treat me like a good slut," Danielle says as you lick her armpits while pounding her hard, quickly accelerating your thrusts. "I love the way you stretch my tiny little asshole, fuck, I want every inch of your cock deep in my ass," she moans. "FUCK, I'M YOUR FUCKING BUTTSLUT, FUCK ME RIGHT THERE," she screams as you spank her cute ass.

"Show me who's the fucking boss, fuck me hard, YESSSS," Danielle begs as you increase the pace of the pounding. You tease her again, grinding your shaft against her entrance before putting it back in. "Yes, right there," Danielle says as she feels your cock stretching her ass again, you grabbing her butt and clapping her cheeks hard, making her moan while her cute tits bounce.

"Yes, yes, yes," Danielle moans as you wrap your arms around her body and spit in her mouth before resuming the hard drilling in her asshole. "AHHHHHH," she screams as her ass gets used hard, fingering her pussy to deal with the heat. "I love feeling your cock in my asshole," she tells you.

"OH MY GOD YES YES YES," Danielle screams like a slut as her cheeks get clapped hard, you going at full speed in her asshole now, you groaning loudly. You stop a bit, enjoying her massive gape. "Yes, baby, stretch that gape open," she begs you, spreading her ass as her pink insides pop out after your thrusts. "Look at me spreading that ass wide open for that big fucking dick. I love having your cock stretching it out," she says.

"Make me feel all of it, take it all in my ass," Danielle begs, looking in your eyes as you go in and out of her ass. "Get back inside, please, fuck my tight ass, make me your bitch, destroy my tight little ass," she commands, her words making you push harder.

"GIVE IT TO ME, BABY, FUCK ME, OH YES." Danielle screams, you now rubbing her pussy as you attack her ass at full speed. "OH MY GOD, BABY, DON'T STOP, YES, GIVE IT TO ME," she screams, your hands all over her pussy, her gape wider than ever. "The feel of your dick spreading my ass wide open is so good, sliding in and out and using it like it's your personal toy, fuck," she moans.

"PLEASE, BABY, GIVE ME EVERY INCH. FUCK, I'M GONNA CUM," Danielle's legs start quivering with your cock buried deep in her asshole and pounding it nonstop. Her legs close as she squirms with the hard pounding you give her. "SHITTTT," she screams as you give little taps in her pussy as her juices come out. "Make my body shake; that feels so good," she says as she gets drilled hard. "FUCK ME LIKE THAT, MAKE ME CUM, BABY, OH MY GOD, YESSSSS," she continues to scream, losing her breath as her asshole gets destroyed.

"FUCKKKKK," Danielle screams as you make her cum, slowing down to appreciate her ever-growing gape. "I love cumming while getting fucked in the ass," she says, sharing kisses with you as a way to thank you for the hard fucking. You kiss her neck and worship her body as well, especially her tits.

"More, please," Danielle begs. You put her in a missionary position, her perfectly spreading her ass for you to fuck. "Please, put it back in my ass," she begs as you stick your cock back inside it. "I love feeling your cock go in and out," she says as you tease her. "I wanna feel out of it; it's so good," she continues.

"Stretch my asshole, oh my god, it's so big, fuck my ass," Danielle says. You hit her with deep but slow thrusts, making her moan. "I'm gonna spread it for you. I love feeling it. I love the way you make me gape. Look how it spreads open nice and wide for you," she says.

You take a little break to worship Danielle's young pink pussy. "Oh yeah," she moans as you bury your head in her folds. "Oh yeah," Danielle moans. "Please, put it back, use my body, fuck my asshole," she begs, fingering her pussy as you attack her ass deeper. "I'm your fuck toy; use me, baby," she keeps begging as you choke her. But in spite of it, she keeps her ass spread out at all moments. "My body is all yours; I'm your little whore," she tells you as your ass-fucking picks up the pace.

"FUCK MY LITTLE ASSHOLE, AHHHH, THAT FEELS SO FUCKING GOOD," Danielle screams. "AHHHH, AHHHH, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," she continues to scream. "I want it all; make me fucking cum again," she continues to plead, getting out of breath every second. "

"YES, JUST LIKE THAT, FUCK, I'M SO WET, I'M GONNA CUM, MAKE ME YOURS, DRILL ME, MAKE ME TAKE EVERY FUCKING INCH," Danielle screams loudly. "Give it to me. I'm your gaped little fucking slut, your fuckdoll. Take it deep," she keeps begging as her asshole queefs with your thrusts.

"FUCK, IT'S SO DEEP IN MY GUTS I CAN BARELY TAKE IT," Danielle continues to scream as you climb on top of the bed, pounding her ass hard. "Oh yeah, fuck my ass, that feels so good, I want to feel all of your cock inside me," she says as you fuck her like a raging bull. "Make me your little fucking slut; that feels so good," she continues to beg.

"FUCK THAT ASS, GIVE IT TO ME, I WANT IT ALL," Danielle continues to scream, your thrusts hitting faster than ever, her tight butthole draining your whole energy. "Look how much you made me gape," Danielle says as you slow down and she spreads her ass. "You like it when I spread it for you?" she asks.

"Give me that cock, go in and out, tease my asshole," Danielle continues to command as you alternate slow and fast thrusts in her asshole. "I love how your cock feels inside me," she says as the pounding resumes. "FUCK MY ASS, I WANT TO CUM ALL OVER YOUR COCK, YES, YES, OH MY GOD, AHHHHH, RIGHT THERE, RIGHT THERE, I'M CUMMING," she screams as a fountain of juices comes out of her pussy.

"Bend over on the chair," you command Danielle, who quickly obliges, still recovering from her orgasm. You tease her, rubbing your hands on her body and spanking her ass. "Yes, keep going, I can take it," she moans as her cheeks turn red. You can tell her whole body is aching as she has taken a good pounding, but you need to give her one last round she's never going to forget.

You mount on top of Danielle and put your cock back in her ass. "YES, GIVE ME WHAT I NEED, FUCK," she screams as she gets pounded hard, you making her body bounce hard with your deep thrusts. "Give me more, deeper," she begs as you attack her asshole, her head buried against the chair.

"I LOVE BEING USED BY YOU, I LOVE BEING A FUCKTOY, I LOVE HOW GOOD YOU FUCK MY ASS," Danielle screams, you playing with her gape. "I wanna feel it, every inch. Stretch me open, oh my god," she keeps begging. You grab her cheeks for a better grip. "Fuck my ass, that's so fucking good," she tells you.

"GIVE IT TO ME GOOD, DON'T STOP, OH MY GOD, FUCK MY ASS," Danielle tells you as she rubs her cunt, losing her breath as her gape is already the size of her tennis balls. "THAT'S WHAT I WANT, GAPE ME WIDE OPEN, POUND MY LITTLE ASS," she screams, her asshole queefing with your hard pounding.

"OH MY GOD, MAKE ME FUCKING GAPE," Danielle continues to beg as you mount on top of her like a bull. "I WANT YOU TO FUCK ME LIKE THERE IS NO TOMORROW. I want you to give it to me. YES, YES, YES, AHHHHH," she continues to scream. "God, you're gonna make me cum," you tell her.

"Come here," you tell Danielle as you get ready to empty your balls in her face. "Drain your balls all over me, please, cover my pretty face with cum, cum for me, baby, in my eyes and my mouth, please," Danielle begs for your load as you stroke your cock close to her face, giving her plenty of close-range cumshots, her kissing your cock and sucking it to thank you.

"I want it all. Oh, I love being covered in cum like that," Danielle says as she licks your shaft, her cum-covered face looking like she spilled some milk on it. "Did you like your training, little puppy?" you ask her.

"Yes, I want you to fuck me in the ass every week and be your anal slut," Danielle answers you as she sucks your cock one last time. "I can do that," you tell her. "I will always be ready. I wanna be your little anal bitch, your fuckpuppy," she tells you as she leaves your room and gets herself dressed.

"Next time I'll bring my sister or one of my group members," she says.

[kenmaspuddinghair]

Honorably discharged partially disabled Simon part 3

part one part two

this one has a happier ending than the last, but Simon is diagnosed with peripheral neuropathy ( pronunciation) which is a kind of nerve damage. sorry this one took a little long I had to research for this one

exactly 1.0k words :)

Here you are all alone sitting outside a hospital room at almost 3 AM with Simon's “Ghost” mask in your hands while he's in surgery right behind you, Price left a while ago to pick up some food and the other guys in the 141. According to the doctors Simon had peripheral neuropathy from the attack about a month ago, it spiked when he got into the fight with the man back at the butcher shop, for you, he got into a fight that caused this for you. You were trying your hardest not to cry when the doctor walked out “Okay, the surgery was a success, he isn't necessarily cured right now but as long as you take the right precautions and steps, it can get better and may go away over time, it could take months or even years though. He’ll need full-time care and if you're not up for that he’ll need a different nurse. I'll get you a sheet with all the information and potential symptoms” he said, already walking away. As you were going into the room another nurse came out from the room, “Are you his girlfriend, he just woke up and he keeps calling for you, he refuses to let us see his face, but we got what we need done” and before you got a chance to correct her she went off.

“Hey Simon, how are you?” First he removed his hands from over his face then his eyes went over your entire body slowly before he answered “Can’t really feel anythin, can ya put my mask on?” you smiled at him getting closer to pull the mask over his head. “Price will be here with Soap and Gaz, he's bringing some food too” he never answered you, he just kept staring at you with this look in his eyes, you just sat by his side looking over him. You sighed, “Simon listen, I don't know if they told you, but you have peripheral neuropathy, your nerves were damaged during the attack and, when you grabbed that guy it only made things worse” You paused but before you could continue he replied in a voice so soft you didn't know he could make that sound “it’s not your fault y’know, shouldn't attacked him” you smiled but before you could continue Price came in. “I'm assuming she told you about what happened and what's gonna be happening” It was as if something clicked in Simon's mind, he pushed himself up “She can stay right? She'll still be ‘ere to help me? Right? You'll stay to help me won’t ya?” he directed the last part to you, voice breaking and dripping with a mix of worry and horror. You looked him directly in his eyes and replied simply but firmly “Simon, I will stay and take care of you for as long as you let me”

Simon was discharged around 10 AM, the last few hours he spent joking with Soap and Gaz just eating food you knew was not good for them at all, but they had to leave a bit ago so now with the help of Price you got Simon in the car and back home. So far Simon only had a few symptoms, muscle weakness, muscle twitching/shaking, and occasional numbness and/or pain, so far it's stayed confide to Simon’s right under his collarbone, the exact part of his body that was stuck under rubble for hours, according to the doctors this is the best case scenario much worse could have happened to him. The plan was for you to make sure he ate well-rounded meals and didn't over-exert himself and give him a check-up weekly for any worsening symptoms or injuries.

Currently, you were in the kitchen cooking lunch while Simon and Price talked in the living room. “You like her a lot, don't you? And don't try to tell me you don't like her, even the nurse thought she was your girlfriend, you even let her see your face. I didn't even get to see your face for years” Simon just sighed, he couldn't exactly lie it was way too obvious, so he chose the next best thing to do “So what do I do? I don't even know if she's allowed to date me” “Well she's with the military so as long as I, the captain, says it's okay then it's okay, but you know she's not gonna ask you right?” Simon started to panic, was Price confirming his worst fear right now, that you didn't like him at all and wouldn't even give him a chance. “What do ya mean she won't ask me out, like she doesn't like me? Like-” “No no Simon, like she's not going to risk losing her job by asking her patient out, meaning you have to do it. Of course she likes you, are you dense?” 

Not only was Price saying that it was okay for you two to date but also encouraging it, but now he had to work up the nerve to actually do it, it would be simply right? He would just ask you out, that's it. “Lunch is ready.” just then Price stood up, grabbing his hat “I'm gonna head out now, make sure he eats” he directed the last part to you before heading to the door “Will do” you called “Oh also Simon, I forgot to mention but I'll need to stay in your room tonight, peripheral neuropathy can be really bad for some people at night so I should be there for you just in case” Price just chucked and smirked and Simon before closing the door behind him. God, who was Simon kidding, this is the hardest thing he's ever had to do, and that's saying a lot, Simon’s done countless terrifying things that would have the average civilian crying and yet Simon was panicking over asking a girl out, gosh, what were you doing to him. 

part four

tags- @piconico17 @just-lilita @madsdawson @silversfavfics @enfppuff @solazoro @sirbonesly

[magicaloneandmystery]

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pairing: Bucky Barnes x female!reader

summary: the five times Bucky made you blush and the one time you did.

warnings: AU where all Avengers are alive and live together as a family because I say so; lots of fluffy couply things because I'm In A Mood™; this is NOT proofread!!

1.

the two of you were new to this... relationship. not that it was an exclusive one. you were still figuring out whether you wanted to be a superhero's girlfriend and Bucky was still figuring out what modern dating looked like.

today was your third date, an evening to the new observatory, both of you excited to look at some stars together. New York could be suffocating without the glitter in the sky.

you were wearing a blue, full-sleeved top with a sweetheart neckline, paired with dark trousers. when you met Bucky in front of your door, he gave you a once over before a charming smile spread over his lips.

"I'm not sure whether I'll be able to focus on the stars if you look like that, doll."

it was the first time he had called you by a nickname. his words paired with him calling you doll in that low, teasing voice made heat crawl up your neck and face, your bashful smile directed at the ground as a sudden wave of butterflies swarmed your belly.

"th- thank you?" you said, not sure how to respond.

he chuckled warmly, holding out the helmet for you.

"and if you keep reacting so cutely, I'll have to call you doll more often," he remarked, meeting your eyes and winking at you.

damn him and his disarming smile.

2.

after an exciting time at the observatory, both of you were walking down the New York streets together to get some food to eat. his bike was still parked at the observatory, you two deciding to walk to the nearby quaint cafe instead.

walks with Bucky were one of your favourite things. despite his long strides and natural tendency to walk fast, he would consciously slow down to stroll behind you, your hands animatedly talking about a random topic and his staying in his pockets.

when a rowdy friend group suddenly crowded the sidewalk, Bucky's hands immediately found yours, pulling you close to him as you two passed them.

it was the first time he had held your hand, his big, calloused hand almost enveloping yours. somehow, they fit perfectly, like two jigsaw pieces.

it was a weird sensation holding his hand. good weird.

you could feel his steady hold grounding you to the present despite the way your insides were melting at the contact.

when the path cleared, you expected him to let go of your hand.

instead, it loosened slightly but still held on, now a more casual grip than the protective one it mimicked earlier.

you continued to talk about your favourite Latin phrases while he walked on as usual, the other hand in his pocket.

your hands intertwined together felt natural.

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3.

you had heard about the glamourous, over the top Tony Stark Galas. everyone had heard of them. never in a million years would you have thought you'll be invited to one.

so when Bucky asked "would you be my date for the Stark thing?" it took you a few moments to understand what he was saying.

"Stark thing? like, the Tony Stark Charity Gala?" your voice had raised by two octaves, excitement bleeding from your voice.

"yeah, that," Bucky's nonchalance gave way to amusement at your reaction.

you squealed in delight. "will Captain America be there? I mean Steve and Sam both. Black Widow? Thor?"

you started pacing in front of him, his eyes following you.

"I don't know what to wear, but wait- what if I make a fool in front of them?"

"you do realise these are all people I work with."

you turned around with a flurry that had Bucky concerned about whiplash. "wait so... we'll be going together?"

"... yes?"

"no, like. together together?"

"doll, you need to be clearer."

you shook your head, standing directly in front of him, your feet touching his as you looked up to him.

"I'll be your date." you stated, as if that was supposed to clear things up for Bucky.

"yes," he nodded, still giving you a confused smile.

"you'll introduce me as your...?"

"date?" he responded, his eyebrows scrunching in a cute but dumbfounded way.

you groaned. "Bucky this is the first time I'll be meeting your friends!" exasperation laced your tone. "that's... that's a huge step for us, right?" your hands found each other, fiddling with each other.

"do you not want to?" he asked, suddenly nervous. had he pushed you too far? Sam had given him the 'don't take things too fast' talk when he had ventured into dating in the 21st century.

"no, I want to," you clarified quickly. "I just want to make sure we're on the same page. you're ready for this, yeah?"

"of course," he stated, tugging you closer by your hands, his arms wrapping around your frame. "I get to show you off and prove to Romanoff that I can get girls to go out with me."

the sentence brought you back to your earlier predicament. "oh my god Bucky I don't have anything to wear! and my hair! and makeup! this is an Avengers affair! what if I embarrass myself?! what if I embarrass you!"

"doll," he tightened his hold on you, kissing you to shut you up.

your mind came to a stop, your focus shifting on his lips.

"it'll be fine," he promised. "you'll be great. you'll look pretty - there's no way you could look ugly even if you tried - and I'll make sure to punch anyone who dares say anything against you. yeah?"

"okay," you said in a daze, looking up at his eyes, finding comfort in the ocean staring back at you. "but no punching."

"no promises."

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when the big day was here, you were surprised at how good you looked. after all the panic and indecision, the begging your girl gang to help you get ready, the shopping and the borrowing of dress, accessories, and everything else, you were satisfied when you looked in the mirror. you looked pretty.

you hoped Bucky would think the same.

so when you opened your apartment door and saw him standing outside in a dark blue suit, the jacket hugging his biceps, the shirt underneath outlining his chest, and the tie adding a delicious flair, with his thick thighs being on full display with the slacks...

your breath hitched. you felt familiar heat up your neck, a blush forming on your face by just looking at him.

you didn't have energy to focus on your insecurities when you could focus on Bucky and how downright decision he looked.

"you look exquisite, doll," he said, a single white tulip in his hands. you had strictly banned him from getting bouquets for some time, after he filled your apartment with flowers and you were running out of vases. but he couldn't not get you a flower. especially for an occasion such as this. your first public appearance together.

"Bucky, you look..." you breathed out, mind working in overdrive to find a word that would describe the effect he has on you. your mind was also distracted by his slicked hair and clean shaven face, the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at you, the way his muscles bulged when he moved his arms. "simply delicious." you settled.

well, so much for being coherent.

he chuckled. "I could say the same about you."

4.

he held out the flower in front of you, giving you a wide grin as you narrowed your eyes at him.

"you said no bouquets," he winked.

you sighed, shaking your head.

he assessed your hairstyle before you could take the flower, deeming it good enough for his next actions.

he tucked the flower behind your ear.

Bucky Barnes, the feared assassin, tucked a tulip in his date's hair.

like a lovesick fool.

you blushed even more profusely at his actions.

"it goes well with the dress," he concluded, giving you a once over, taking your hand in his. he pulled you closer, his other hand settling on your waist. "did I tell you how beautiful you look?"

"yes," you said, still in awe of the man in front of you. "did I tell you how handsome you look?"

he chuckled, kissing you, careful of your lipstick.

"are you two ever getting out of here? I have a takeout box and Netflix waiting for me at home," your best friend said from behind you.

"right," you pulled away from Bucky, turning around. "thank you for the help," you hugged her goodbye.

5.

the gala was... overwhelming. both in a good and bad way.

the Avengers were everything you hoped for. a delight.

the attention, on the other hand...

but Bucky was always there, a hand on your back or around your waist. if he left, it was to bring you a drink or talk to someone about some superhero-y thing. classified and top secret. but he was never out of your reach for too long.

in the rare moments he was, his team members kept you company.

Steve and Sam were teasing but respectful, trying to get you to tell them embarrassing stories about Bucky. Wanda and Natasha were friendly, letting you be comfortable in their presence and dishing out gossip to you as if you three were a clique. Pepper and Jane occasionally joined the three of you. Thor was... booming. loud. his presence demanded attention, which made sense. he was a god, after all. Loki, on the other hand, was a shadow. he would occasionally prank someone in a small way, but nothing too major or serious. he was a refreshing presence. Tony was the star, the one that got everyone to act like a group. a united front, and all that. he was both charming and disarming, intimidating to an outsider like you at first, but his warmth was noticeable after some time.

the team welcomed you into their group easily. so much so, they even welcomed you at the after party.

when Bucky returned with your drink, he heard the end of your conversation with Tony.

"think about it, we could use a mind like you," Tony was saying, nodding his head at Barnes in acknowledgement.

"are you poaching my girl, Stark?" Bucky asked, pulling you closer.

"just offering her a better pay, right sweetheart?" he said.

you laughed, nodding. "I'll think about your offer."

"you know where to contact me," he raised his glass, swiftly siding away in response. you frowned in confusion.

"I actually don't know that..."

"are you having fun?" Bucky asked.

"yeah, your friends are nice. do you think they like me?" you played with the lapels on his coat.

"you're their new darling," he said, stealing a kiss. "I think they'll be fighting me for your attention."

"Bucky!" you said, slapping his shoulder. "don't kiss me, we're in front of the Avengers." you whispered the last phrase.

"so?" he laughed. "I'm one of them."

"yeah but you're... you. I know you."

"do you, now?" he raised his eyebrows. you could practically feel the teasing remark on his lips.

"I know you well enough to know you're not gonna stop kissing me in front of your friends."

"damn right," he said, leaning down to give you a proper kiss. the one that left you in a breathless daze afterwards. with a slow motion of your lips, the taste from your drinks mingling with each other. faintly, you could hear Sam shouting a teasing remark that only made Bucky pull you closer to his chest.

when you pulled away, your lipstick was smudged on his lips, but he seemed to not mind.

you could barely meet anyone's eyes for the next ten minutes, cheeks and neck flushed at the memory of Bucky's very public display of affection.

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6.

you were sprawled out on Bucky's chest, the movie playing in front of you, but it was well in the background of your perception. your mind was clouded with new information about your relationship with Bucky, unable to focus on anything else, not even the way his fingers made patterns on your back as he held you.

he could sense you were distracted.

"is everything okay?" his voice pulled you out of your thoughts.

you wondered whether to share the information with him or not. would it help your relationship? it could make or break your future, effectively changing your life forever.

your thoughts were a jumbled mess.

"I came across some new information about our relationship," you said, finally.

that made Bucky sit up, pausing the movie to give you his full attention.

"I think this could make or break us," you repeated your thoughts out loud.

"okay..." Bucky said slowly, not sure what you were getting at. "what kind of information?"

"feelings," you said simply, looking at him expectantly.

"feelings?"

you nodded.

"you've stopped making sense again," he stated simply.

"the information has to do with feelings," you clarified.

"uh... still not making sense."

"I think I love you," you clarified further.

"you- what?" Bucky spluttered, not expecting that.

"I think about you all day, I dream about our future. you make me feel safe, warm, and excited about life. you've made it really hard to not fall for you, you know that? from your compliments to your gestures to your looks. it's a little frustrating how perfect you are."

for the first time, you saw a blush creep up Bucky's neck, a pink tint to his skin.

it was a beautiful thing - everything about this man was - the way his eyes darted around with a sheepish smile, the way his hand wrung together with nerves in a way you've never seen him. Bucky Barnes didn't blush or lose control.

apparently, he did now.

"do you mean all of that?" he said, his voice a whisper you had to strain to listen.

"yeah. every word. I love you, Bucky," you repeated. "you can take your time to say it back, or whatever, I don't really know. I- I just don't want this to ruin what we-"

your words were cut off with an oof escaping your lips before they were covered by his. this time, his kiss was deeper, his tongue fighting with yours for dominance before you gave way. he languidly explored your mouth, his hands gripping the side of your face, his fingers stroking your cheek.

your hands were on his neck, feeling his heat.

when you both broke away, you smiled at him.

"Bucky, you're blushing," you gushed, kissing his cheeks, adoration swelling in your chest.

"shut up," he grumbled, no real heat behind his words.

"make me?" you said.

he kissed you again. and again and again.

when the two of you were done kissing each other, he rested his forehead against yours. he was looking at you, eyes intense and focused only on you.

"I love you, too," he said finally, letting his walls crumble around you, letting you hold him safely.

tears welled in your eyes, the rush of feelings washing over you.

"I love you, Bucky," you repeated.

you spent the night intertwined with each other.

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[phoebespenglers]

well i think i know why this is happening to me now.