#to the point where it wasn't very good but they were out of time for anyone (moffat or gaiman or a script editor)

[marzipanandminutiae]

I genuinely think there were far more trans people in 19th century western history than we're aware of, simply because of the nature of how most LGBTQ people lived their lives back then

namely, though of course this varied WILDLY by time, place, cultlure, race, gender, etc., in relative secrecy

if you go back far enough, legal identifying documents were barely a thing for many people. and even if they existed, circumstances in which they'd be checked were few and far between. surveillance was nowhere near what it is now simply because of technological limitations. and due to those same technological limitation, people were more used to accepting at face value the identities of people with bodies that varied from the norm

Gilbert and Sullivan mention, in their 1885 song "I've Got A Little List," the singer's "auntie with a mustache" (albeit in a negative context). not "well, I don't hold with all this woke DEI nonsense and have we checked Auntie's genitals and what's the marker on this alleged woman's passport?" is it very probable that the auntie was cisgender? yes. there are plenty of reasons for cis women to grow more facial hair than is average, ranging from genetics to PCOS to post-menopausal hormone shifts. before HRT, in a time with few readily accessible safe hair removal techniques (though they tried, and electrolysis had been technically available- at ruinously expensive rates -since the 1870s), you'd be more likely to encounter cis women with facial hair who chose not to try removing it. and you assumed all women were cis. so your set concept of A Woman included, potentially, facial hair, and it was less likely to make you question someone's gender

EDIT: wow okay so that is NOT an original G&S lyric! it's so borderline in terms of Poor Taste that I assumed it must be 19th century. nonetheless, references to old women with whiskers and moustaches abound in Victorian and earlier literature, so the point still stands

besides which, for a very long time, personal questions along the lines of "what's in your trousers/skirt" were considered HIGHLY impertinent

so, while there would be a world of trouble if a trans person was caught or if suspicions began to arise about their gender for some reason- the past was not a trans-friendly utopia by any means -it was often somewhat easier to fly under the radar than it generally is today. the transphobic powers-that-were were less aware of this possibility and therefore not on high alert for it, generally speaking

and since most trans people then and now want to have jobs and social circles and families and do things to which being trans is incidental, while trans, it wasn't likely that they'd call attention to themselves in a time when Closet = Safe. indeed, most trans people from that era that we know about are only publicly known because their death wishes to be buried without autopsy were not respected. I'm thinking of Dr. James Barry, Charley Parkhurst, and earlier the Chevaliere d'Eon [no, that's not a misspelling; it's the feminine form of Chevalier since she was a woman]

(you hear about more transmasc people in the history of this era because it was harder to establish an independent life as a woman, at all, without some kind of support network/establishment of Reputation in the area where you were living. unless you were a sex worker, and while we do know about some transfem sex workers of the era, the specifics of their identities are often obscured behind salacious news reports of Man Disguised As Woman Tricks Other Men Into Doing Icky Gay Things. so figuring out whether they saw themselves as women or crossdressing men can be difficult. Mary Jones comes immediately to mind)

how many similar wishes were respected? how many people slipped through history with their gender variance unremarked-upon? there's literally no way of knowing- which is good in terms of immediate postmortem respect, but leaves historians of queer subjects nowadays with a herculean task

I think, in light of all that's happening right now, I just want to remind everyone that trans people have always existed, will always exist, and are an integral part of humanity's fabric

[ablobwhowrites]

New home sweet home au, ( just saw the y/n is abnormally strong post) so one day one of the bigger bodies are fighting about who gets the TV remote or the last cookie. Idk, idc, so y/n trying to defuse the situation. Knowing if they don't a wall will be broken. Picks up one or both of the bigger bodies and drags them into a time out corner. The rest of the crew blue screens realizing that y/n if pushed could have done so much worst in the factory.

y/n never really yells at the toys but does at Harley Sawyer cause that's the only way that old machine man listens. But the one time y/n did accidentally reveal a small bit of their strength is when they where playing a game on the console and ended up dying in the game and y/n got real angry cause they were so close to the end of the level so they ends up breaking the coffee table in half by punching their fist on the solid wooden table and y/n saw their hand all bloody and went to go wash it off and bandage it.

Dogday was scared that y/n punch through a solid coffee table with their bare hand. Once y/n got in a argument with Harley and ended up having y/n get really angry cause Harley wasn't listening and basically doing the thing y/n told Harley not to do and y/n grabbed Harley's arm and basically when y/n let go of Harley's arm, it left the hand printed bend in his arm and it's scary to Harley because y/n was visibly restraining themselves and Harley thinks of what y/n would be capable of if they weren't so restraining of themselves.

I do imagine just once y/n got annoyed how yarnaby was sitting in the way again so just normally picked up yarnaby like nothing and put him to the side and walked through as yarnaby just didn't mind it and sat in the way again but the other toys where like "HE WEIGHTS A TON! HOW DID YOU EVEN DO THAT!" But y/n just doesn't mind it as its a good way to build their strength but also imagining sometimes y/n is able to carry doey for very short periods of time before having to put him down. But doctor Harley does not like being picked up as I said, he is a pathetic man who craves power but has none anymore so basically hates being told what to do and sometimes annoys y/n to the point as you said in this request, y/n will psychically grab the doctor and force him to sit in a corner with the stool and everything.

I mean no exaggeration but y/n could have killed the toys who tries to kill them with their bare hands but didn't. Y/n sometimes things how things could have been more different if they only acted on them surviving. But instead they stopped themselves and helped the toys as they didn't know the kids were turned into this and have been made into monsters. Wondering if y/n did kill the toys who tried to kill them then what would that make y/n? A monster just like the people who experimented on them? Or what they were trying to do, to survive.

(that's it for my yap session. Please if you like this or have any requests for ideas, stories or y/n's please don't be shy. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[ooooo-mcyt]

I know Joel being mostly alone in Third Life is largely attributed to him being a loner and not having solid loyalties that season, and yeah, he did spend a lot of time alone willingly, and he was uncertain about his loyalties for most of the season. But I think it's really fascinating to look at the other side of why Joel was so isolated in Third Life;

That being that all the alliances he did form were fundamentally either coercive or conditional, either mutually or from the other end of things.

Joel and Scar were "friends", but their "friendship" was formed with Scar doing what he did best in Third Life- throwing his weight around and asking for something from Joel as a Scary Red Name. It was an alliance based on Joel not wanting to get on the bad side of a red name who was implicitly threatening him (as scar did with most players).

Joel joined Dogwarts briefly, but at the point where Joel joined, Dogwarts had started majorly employing intimidation tactics on the rest of the server, which left Joel in a position where he, again, didn't really have any choice but to just hang the banner and hope for the best.

People talk about his "flighty loyalties" with how he switched between sides, but I'd argue this had less to do with Joel's sense of loyalty and more to do with the coercive tactics that both Scar and Dogwarts liked to use at different points.

Joel had other allies at points. He bonded with Etho a bit. I think Scott and Jimmy both liked him. Cleo and Bdubs were friendly with him after he left Dogwarts. But these were largely very loose bonds, and many of them were conditional on the fact that they happened to be on the "same side".

Yes, Joel's decision to play relatively solo and not commit harder to a side was a lot of the reason he was a "lone wolf" in Third Life, but there was also a massive aspect of isolation from the other end where Joel was used as an easy intimidation target or convenient temporary ally by other players who (intentionally or not), would capitalize on the fact that he was alone to get something out of him, and that would just drive him further into isolation.

Which is something I always thought was fascinating regarding Third Life. Especially considering that, while Joel didn't seem too upset by the isolation in Third Life specifically, I think the fact that it wasn't entirely self imposed is good context for his continued isolation in Last Life, which he took significantly harder.

[blank-potato]

I Hate Your Stupid Face

Summary:

“That arrogant, smug, scarf-wearing-” "All he did was ask for extra caramel syrup," Scott comments as he sweeps. "It wasn't what he said, it's how he said it. Like I was beneath him. Not to mention the countless other times he's waltzed in here with a superiority complex the size of California." - Stiles is a barista, and Isaac is a vet. They hate each other.

A/N:

The title is from I Hate Your Stupid Face by Kaden MacKay because it felt very Stisaac to me. Also, Stisaac is the main ship with a tiny bit of background Scira because I love them. Enjoy!

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"I hate him."

"You don't even know him."

Stiles sighed. He liked this job and was damn good at it. With his quick wit, infectious energy, and overall "puppy-like" charm (Kira's words, not his), he was a natural.

He balanced the line between lovable scamp and sarcastic asshole very well, and everyone seemed to appreciate it. Well, everyone except him.

“That arrogant, smug, scarf-wearing-”

"All he did was ask for extra caramel syrup," Scott comments as he sweeps.

"It wasn't what he said, it's how he said it. Like I was beneath him. Not to mention the countless other times he's waltzed in here with a superiority complex the size of California."

By other times, Stiles meant the way the guy always had a snide remark or a condescending question. He wondered why the guy kept coming back if he hated the coffee so damn much. There are about 4 coffee joints in this area but this particular idiot keeps walking into his particular shop. It was driving him beyond crazy and no matter how hard he tried to stay focused on work, his mind kept drifting to a blue-eyed brunette with a penchant for being rude to him. Without fail, he'd come in after the morning rush like a bat out of hell, order some sugary monstrosity, and leave but not before picking some sort of fight with Stiles.

Stiles thought back to when he first saw him. Curly brown hair and a scarf, but at that point it was appropriate for the middle of winter so Stiles couldn’t protest. His cheeks were tinted red from the biting cold, and he looked almost endearing with how he tried to warm his hands by rubbing them together. But then he opened his mouth.

“Mocha frappuccino, triple shot, extra whip.”

“Sweet tooth?”

“I didn’t realize I ordered snark with my coffee,” Isaac mutters as he slings his bag over one shoulder, barely sparing Stiles a glance.

Stiles can’t believe it. He wasn’t even being snarky (for once). It’s one thing to insult him, but to do it without even looking at him? Rude.

“On the house for customers as charming as yourself,” Stiles deadpans, punching in the order, “Name?”

“Isaac.”

Isaac replies then goes back to idly tapping on his phone while Stiles gets to work. The café hums with the low murmur of conversation and the whir of the espresso machine as Stiles prepares the drink—triple shot, extra whip, just as ordered. He slides the cup across the counter with a saccharine smile.

Isaac takes one sip and pauses. “Is this nutmeg?”

“That’s what you asked for,” Stiles replies, unbothered. “Our house blend comes with a dash of cinnamon, a hint of nutmeg—”

Isaac sets the cup down with an audible thud. “Yeah, no. Make it again.”

Stiles exhales through his nose. He could argue. He wants to argue. But technically, customer service dictates he keeps his mouth shut. Barely.

Wordlessly, he remakes the drink, his movements precise, deliberate but aggressive. Mixing, pouring, topping it with an exaggerated swirl of whipped cream before sliding it back to Isaac with a pointed grin.

“Your coffee, Isaac.”

Then Isaac’s gaze dropped to the side of the cup, where his name was written in bold black ink.

“You spelt my name wrong.”

“I know,” Stiles said with an evil little smile.

From then on, it was an unspoken war between the two, both worryingly determined to ruin each other’s day. Sometimes Isaac would repeatedly change his order, only to ultimately decide on nothing, while Stiles, in retaliation, stooped so low as to serve him nothing but a cup of boiling water.

Stiles could remember it as if it were yesterday. The sense of satisfaction when he handed over the cup and said, "Have a nice day." Scott had told him he was smiling like the Grinch that day. It was one of his favourite victories over Isaac so far, in what had otherwise been an intense draw for most of their verbal sparring matches. Just as he began to replay it all in his head, his spiral was abruptly interrupted.

"Stiles?"

His head snapped towards Scott who had been calling his name for almost a minute.

"You fell into some sort of trance.”

“I can’t help it…”

Stiles started playing with a straw, furrowing his brows in pure concentration. By this point, the shop was desolate, with just a few patrons lingering over some cake, which left Stiles free to pace about like a restless lunatic.

"It’s just Isaac," he muttered, his name sounding like an evil spell on his tongue. A crackle of thunder rang out as the rain poured onto the streets.

"What the hell is his problem?"

"I could ask you the same thing," Scott replied, glancing up at Stiles’s unimpressed and thoroughly pissed-off face but at least he’d stopped moving.

“Seriously dude. You’ll be having a totally normal day then he shows up and you turn into a…maniac.”

“How sweet.”

Stiles thought maniac was more than a mild exaggeration. He couldn’t possibly be that bad.

“Stiles. I mean this with the best of intentions but you need to sort this out. Whatever this is, it isn’t healthy. You need to put this energy into something productive or at the very least positive.”

Stiles sighs tossing his straw towards the bin but missing. As he goes to throw it away he looks over at Scott and realises he’s already put on his jacket.

“You alright to lock up on your own? Kira and I are going out to dinner.”

“Of course, what are best friends for?” he says with a teasing smile, though the hint of sarcasm in his voice doesn’t escape him. Between work and the endless cycle of binge-watching shows, there was nothing and no one he was rushing home to every night so locking up was no problem at all. Scott stops at the door and looks over with a cheeky smile, “Maybe you should put your energy into finding someone.”

“Haha very funny,” Stiles says deadpan throwing an empty cup at him that Scott skillfully dodges because of course he does.

“Just think about it,” he says as he heads towards the door and Stiles is just happy he didn’t push him on it. Who needed a relationship? He considered himself the type of guy who was prone to hopelessly and recklessly pining over someone or hopelessly and recklessly hating someone and that sort of thing takes up a lot of time.

After Scott leaves in favour of his social life, Stiles starts closing up shop. Not that he minded, he actually liked this job, remember? His sarcasm was liked by the staff, which was a fun change from his previous job where his sense of humour wasn't shared. The customers for the most part were nice or at least too busy to give him any lip. Everything about his job was (almost) perfect so how could he complain?

Snapping out of his thoughts he stepped out into the rain in a dimly lit alleyway as he locked the door behind him. And cursed his brain but he noted that it seemed like the perfect place for a mugging. He felt particularly jumpy after reading about recent crime reports, and knowing that muggings had been on the rise in the neighbourhood only made it worse.

Bark.

Stiles screams, nearly jumping out of his skin and regrets not having his baseball bat.

Bark.

His heart rate began to settle. It must be his imagination, he thought. The late nights and copious amounts of coffee must've messed him up.

Bark!

Now Stiles definitely heard that. He spotted a little bundle of grey fur in a box, shivering and letting out a pitiful whimper. He glanced around the area and saw no note and no sign of anyone nearby. The dog yipped and barked up at him and Stiles felt his heart melt. How could anyone leave such an adorable puppy out in the cold?

"Hey, hey, there ya go," he murmured, gently scooping the puppy into his arms, running his fingers through its soft, wet fur. He hurried to his bicycle, carefully wrapping the little pup in his jacket to keep it warm and placing it in the basket. He takes out his phone wiping away the rain from the screen as he tries to find a vet nearby. The sigh of relief he let out when he saw one just a 2-minute bike ride away was a big one. So making haste, he raced off into the night hoping he’d get there before the place closed.

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He arrives at the door with just a minute to spare. The lights were still on and he could see a figure moving in the background through the windows. He picks up the puppy carefully and places it in his jacket, hoping to keep it warm. The door jingles softly as he opens it, and he steps forward, his eyes on the ground.

Before he can even speak, he hears a familiar voice.

"Sorry, but we're closed. You can come back tomorrow—"

"Are you sure there's nothing you can—?" he begins, but his words get caught in his throat.

It didn't register immediately, but then it hit him.

Time seems to slow as Stiles looks up, and there, standing before him is the face that’s been on his mind all week, all month and if his antics persisted, all year.

"Isaac."

"Oh, coffee shop guy."

Isaac's lips formed a small smirk, and Stiles had to admit he looked fine. Just fine, because any more than that and his pride might take a hit.

“It’s Stiles.”

“Well Stiles as I just said we’re closed so you can take yourself and just—"

A bark interrupted him, coming from inside Stiles’s coat.

"Is there a dog inside your coat?" Isaac says in disbelief.

"...Maybe."

A brief pause hung between them as the puppy yipped for more attention. Stiles was almost grateful for it, the absurdity of the situation would give him something to laugh about later when he was alone.

"Fine. Come to the back, I'm feeling generous," Isaac said, leading him inside.

“I feel honoured.”

"I'm doing this for the dog, not for you," Isaac snaps, his voice sharp, the emphasis on "you" dripping with contempt.

Stiles placed the puppy on the examination table, watching as Isaac carefully looked over the little creature. Isaac's soft hands moved gently, and the puppy leaned into his touch.

Then, Isaac smiled. It was a genuine one and that caught Stiles off guard.

“He’s yours?”

“No. Well… I found him.”

“Found?”

“Outside the coffee shop, left in a box in the rain. I couldn’t just leave him there so…” Stiles says before trailing off.

“I see. Well I'll check him over and see about getting him adopted or—"

And Stiles swears in that moment the puppy looked at him, his pleading eyes, the way his little tail swooshed and wagged back and forth. He was perfect and he knew he had to keep him. It was fate.

"I wanna keep him."

The words flew out of Stiles's mouth before he could stop them, his filter apparently out of commission.

"Keeping a dog is a big responsibility," Isaac cautioned, his tone firm.

"I'm responsible," Stiles shot back, gritting his teeth. He could practically feel Isaac’s judgment from miles away, a weight pressing down on him as his frustration simmered.

"Right..." Isaac replied, his scepticism unmistakable.

Stiles squared his shoulders. "Going home with me would be better than going to the shelter, so I’ll take him."

Isaac shrugged, his expression unreadable. "If you say so… but he’s a malamute, so he’s gonna get pretty big."

"I don’t mind," Stiles replied, his voice more resolute than he felt.

Stiles watched as Isaac carefully examined the dog, his hands moving with a surprising gentleness. Each touch seemed to have a calming effect, the dog visibly relaxing as if Isaac’s hands held some kind of quiet magic, soothing away the fear and uncertainty with every careful motion. For a moment, Stiles wondered if Isaac knew just how good he was at this.

"You’ll have to bring him back to get neutered and for his shots," Isaac added, his tone still all business.

"Of course," Stiles responded quickly, nodding. He hoped his voice sounded more confident than he felt, trying not to focus on the weight of the responsibility he’d just taken on.

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He goes back outside, and somehow the rain has managed to get even worse. The wind picks up, whipping through the streets and lashing against his skin like needles. There was no way he was cycling home.

“Shit,” Stiles mutters under his breath, squinting at his phone in a futile attempt to find an Uber amidst the downpour. Just as he’s about to give up, he hears the door open again behind him. The wind picks up, howling around him and soaking him to the bone and Isaac takes notice.

Isaac hesitated before speaking. "I can give you a ride." Stiles looked back at him incredulously. "I'm not a complete asshole," Isaac added, noticing the look. Stiles was still staring at him as if he were half lizard. Isaac sighed, wrapping his scarf around his neck. “And I’m doing it for the dog. Don’t want the little guy to freeze in that sad excuse of a bike.”

“Asshole.”

“Is that a no?” Isaac says with a quirk of his eyebrow. He had the high ground and they both knew it.

Stiles hesitated, but after a moment, hearing the dog panting and barking, he nodded and accepted the offer. “Fine. Just this once.” A reluctant smile tugged at the corners of his mouth as he watched Isaac’s expression shift to one of triumph.

He’s about to load up his bike before forgetting the fact that he’s holding a dog.

“Hold him for a second?” he asks, placing the puppy into Isaac’s arms because if it wasn’t clear enough to Isaac, he wasn’t taking no for an answer. He attaches the bike to the back before climbing into the front seat.

As he looks to his side, he sees Isaac being attacked by the dog’s playful licks, a genuine smile breaking across his face. It’s not his usual evil smirk or that annoying shit-eating grin; it’s a soft, warm smile that makes Stiles feel his heart melt for a second time that night. At least until the memories of Isaac and all the feelings associated with him rush back in, solidifying his heart in an instant.

Isaac hands the puppy back to him, clearing his throat as he does so. He had let the mask slip and he didn’t plan on doing that again.

The car ride is mostly silent, punctuated only by the occasional barking of the dog in the back (the only one truly comfortable there) and the sound of the rain lashing against the windows. Then again, that all paled compared to the sound of his heart rattling in his chest.

“So…you do this for everyone that stops by your clinic?”

“Only the pathetic ones,” Isaac retorts almost instantly like he was just waiting for the opportunity to insult him. If he weren’t giving him a ride home, he probably would’ve verbally eviscerated him but he couldn’t afford to be left on the side of the highway in what felt like the rainstorm of the century. They continue down winding roads, Stiles interjecting every once in a while to give directions.

“It’s on the left.”

Looking over at Isaac's face, Stiles found himself memorising every detail, the curve of his nose, the way his brow furrowed when he concentrated. He had never spent this much time with him before. Their interactions typically lasted only five to ten minutes, filled with quick insults and scathing looks. It felt strange just being next to him, devoid of the usual defensive posturing.

Before he could confront these thoughts further, the car pulled up to his apartment building.

“Bring the dog by, and I’ll check to make sure everything’s okay,” Isaac said, turning to him with an earnestness that caught Stiles off guard.

“Yeah, I told you I would. You must really want to see me again,” Stiles replied teasingly, feeling a spark of the old competitive energy rise within him.

“Not on your life,” Isaac shot back, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, but the glint in his eyes was serious.

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“And now you have a dog,” Kira says, raising her eyebrows. It’s clear she’s confused but supportive.

“A really cute one,” Stiles replies, beaming at her.

“Is this a responsible decision?” she asks, concern etched on her face.

“I’ve had enough of people questioning my responsibility lately,” Stiles replies, a hint of annoyance creeping into his voice. “I’m the most responsible guy I know.”

“Who’s been questioning your responsibility?” Kira presses, crossing her arms.

“Isaac,” he says, seething at the thought of the other guy.

“Isaac?” Kira raises an eyebrow, turning to Scott, who grins.

“Stiles’s archnemesis, the evil scarf guy,” Scott interjects.

“Oh him? Wait, how was he questioning your responsibility? And what does he have to do with the dog?” Kira asks, her curiosity piqued.

Stiles hesitates for a moment, remembering their conversation. “He was the vet that I took Matcha to and he basically said I wouldn’t be able to handle having a dog and that I’m not ready for the commitment. Can you believe it?”

“Now, did he actually say those words, or did you infer that?” Kira asks, raising an eyebrow.

“In my defence, he inferred it very heavily,” Stiles replies, crossing his arms defensively. Just thinking about it had him feeling annoyed again.

“You’re making him sound like a supervillain,” she comments, shaking her head.

“He is!” Stiles insists, frustration bubbling over, “He’s smarmy and smug and he wears scarves in this weather! I’m sweating my ass off, and he’s probably wrapped in one right now like a douche.”

“He’s on your mind then…” Kira observes, a sly smile creeping onto her face. Scott and Kira exchange knowing glances, their amusement evident. “We’re not saying anything…” Kira teases.

“Because I don’t think we have to,” Scott finishes her sentence and Stiles has never felt more betrayed. He knew what they were implying and he didn’t like it one bit.

Just then, the door swings open and the devil himself walks in.

“Evil scarf guy?” Kira whispers, trying to stifle a laugh.

“The evil scarf guy,” Stiles confirms, his eyes narrowing. Isaac strides up to the counter, his hair in an adorable mess, clearly in a rush.

“The usual. I’m in a hurry,” he says, glancing at Stiles, barely paying him any mind.

“What’s the usual?” the barista replies, not looking up from the counter. He refused to dignify him with his full attention if he wouldn’t do the same. Isaac scoffs, crossing his arms. If Stiles wanted to play, Isaac would play too.

“You and I both know you know what I order, so make it for me.”

“I’m sorry but I haven’t a clue what you order.”

“Stiles—”

Stiles? That was new. He wasn’t used to hearing his name on his so-called archnemesis’s lips but it had a nice lilt to it especially when said in his familiar tone.

“Not. A. Clue.”

“I’ve been coming here for about eight months—”

“Congratulations, but I’m afraid I don’t know your usual. Eric? Is that your name?” Stiles shoots back, his voice laced with sarcasm.

“Isaac,” he snaps, biting back a smirk as his expression twists into a deeper frown. He’s only mildly annoyed, but it’s clear Stiles is getting under his skin.

“Right, Isaac. So what would you like to order?” the barista asks with mock politeness.

“I’ll have a mocha frappucino, triple shot, with extra whip and caramel syrup. Make sure you remember it for me. It’s my usual,” Isaac says, leaning on the counter and invading Stiles’s bubble.

“We’ll see,” Stiles mutters, trying to keep his focus as he starts making the order. The air felt lighter as he could feel Isaac’s eyes following his every move. To get one over on him was a beautiful thing, and the way Isaac’s brows furrowed just slightly in playful annoyance made him cherish it all the more.

“Order for Eri—sorry, Isaac?” Stiles calls out, placing the cup on the counter.

Isaac snatches the cup, inspecting it with a critical eye. His brows knit together in confusion. “These are just random consonants.”

“And…? Goodbye,” Stiles replies as he fights the urge to roll his eyes.

“Don’t think I won’t remember this next time,” Isaac counters.

“I’m looking forward to it.”

Isaac swallows his insults, stepping away from the counter with a huff.

“I don’t think he’s evil scarf guy; I think you’re evil coffee guy,” Scott quips as he restocks the muffin display next to him.

“The evil coffee guy,” Kira corrects with a cheeky grin, her laughter ringing out as Stiles shoots them an annoyed glance before heading into the back room. The spare coffee cups couldn’t tease them, could they?

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The day Stiles had been dreading had arrived. He had to bring in Matcha to get his shots.

He stood outside the vet clinic, hesitant to go in. Sure he could have gone to a different vet but he didn’t want to give in to his fear.

The bell above the door lets out a cheerful jingle as he enters, and Isaac’s head snaps up, his face lighting with a faint smirk.

“You came.”

“Well, you’re my favourite vet…well, actually the only vet I know, but…” Stiles shrugs, trying to play it cool despite the nervous energy radiating off him.

Isaac chuckles dryly. “It’s the thought that counts, I suppose.”

Without missing a beat, Isaac turns on his heel and gestures for Stiles to follow, leading him down the hall to the familiar room. The walls, painted a calming pale blue, do little to settle Stiles’ nerves as Isaac starts gathering supplies.

The door clicks shut behind them, the soft hum of the overhead light filling the silence as Stiles sets Matcha’s carrier on the metal table. Isaac’s practised movements are calm and efficient, but there’s an unmistakable softness in his eyes as he glances at the wide-eyed dog peeking out nervously from the carrier.

“Cute,” Stiles says, smirking as he watches Isaac scratch behind Matcha’s ears.

“My dog, not you. You’re as cute as a gremlin, so…”

“Right back at you,” Isaac shoots back without missing a beat, his lips curling into a teasing grin.

Stiles huffs out a laugh, folding his arms as he leans against the counter. “Well, at least gremlins have personality. Better than being all broody and mysterious like some people I know.”

Isaac arches a brow, leaning slightly closer. “Broody? Mysterious? You’ve been watching me too much, Stiles. Starting to sound like you’ve got a crush.”

“Not on your life,” he replies, relishing the opportunity to throw Isaac’s own words back at him. The look on Isaac’s face is absolutely delicious as he swallows his words, just like he’s had to do so many times before and gets back to the task at hand.

After the appointment, Stiles had walked away with one and only one thing to say about Isaac: he was good at his job. Annoyingly good. The kind of good that made it hard for Stiles to come up with a decent comeback or find a flaw to poke at.

It wasn’t just the steady way Isaac handled Matcha, or how he talked Stiles through every step of the process like it was no big deal. It was the way he smiled afterwards, soft and smug all at once, that stuck with Stiles as he headed out the door.

“Stupid, stupid, annoyingly perfect vet,” Stiles muttered under his breath, glancing down at Matcha, who looked far too content for someone who had just betrayed his human.

Matcha yawned, oblivious, and Stiles sighed. “You’re not supposed to like him more than me.”

☕︎☕︎☕︎

Stiles was bothered, unbelievably bothered, even more bothered than the time Scott went to stay with his dad and left him on read for an entire weekend. It’s been a whole week. A whole week without his snippy remarks or his stupid face or his kinda perfect smile and Stiles was bothered and annoyed and… worried. In all the 8 months he had known him there was never a time where he went more than 3 days without stopping by. Did Stiles weird him out at the vet appointment or did Isaac find some other barista to argue with? The questions were eating him alive. He sighs heavily curling his toes into his blanket as he mindlessly scrolls from channel to channel.

Amidst his anxiety-induced spiral into self-doubt, he hears a knock at his door. He gets up and walks over with a reluctant grumble, expecting nothing more than a delivery or a wrong address. To his surprise, the face that’s been plaguing his thoughts all week stands in front of him, slightly damp from the rain and looking as exasperated as ever.

Before he could fully register the moment or process what was happening, he felt a wave of relief wash over him, grateful that Isaac was okay. It had been a week of silence, and the tension that had built up inside him began to dissipate.

As Isaac starts to ramble, his words spilling out in a rush, Stiles can’t help but focus on how distraught he looks. It was a look he was very unfamiliar with Isaac and he didn’t like it one bit.

“I know you hate me, and I …but I just didn’t have anywhere to go. Fuck, I’m sorry this was a stupid idea-”

“Come in.”

“Really?”

“No, stay outside and freeze to death in your ridiculously thin hoodie,” Stiles quips, crossing his arms and leaning against the doorframe.

Isaac, clearly too emotionally and physically tired to argue, comes in without another word.

“I’m sorry for just showing up here like this. I never do this kind of stuff I was just…” Isaac paused, struggling to piece together the words in a way that felt comfortable for him. There was just far too much going through his mind, far too much for him to mince his words into coherent sentences. Stiles sees him start to fiddle with the sleeves of his sweater, his demeanour so different from the cocky asshole he had become acquainted with. This Isaac looked tired and scared.

“Um, welcome to Casa Stilinski. Have a seat. We have questionable snacks and mediocre entertainment, but a good time is always guaranteed,” Stiles announces, trying to keep the mood light.

Isaac takes off his jacket shakily, his fingers fumbling with the fabric. “Where can I…?” he starts, glancing around the living room as if unsure where to put it.

“I’ll take that,” Stiles says, stepping forward and reaching for Isaac's hoodie. Their fingers brush against each other, sending an unexpected spark of electricity coursing through him. He quickly pulls back, clearing his throat as he puts the jacket on a hook.

“So, Mario Kart, movie, ice cream, or a one-man play performed by me?” he suggests, a playful grin spreading across his face.

“Don’t you want to know why I showed up here in the middle of the night?” Isaac asks with a half chuckle, keeping his eyes trained on the ground as if the floor had suddenly become the most fascinating thing in the room.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to,” Stiles replies gently, his tone softening. “If you do, I’m here to listen. If not, I’m totally down to perform that play.”

Isaac attempts to stifle a smile at the absurdity of the offer, the corners of his mouth twitching up slightly. “You really think you’re that entertaining?”

“Absolutely,” Stiles retorts, a playful glint in his eyes. “But in all seriousness. Whatever you need, we can figure it out together.”

Isaac looks up, meeting Stiles’s gaze for a moment. The warmth in Stiles’s eyes makes him feel a little more at ease. Isaac pauses to take it all in the closest thing he had to an archnemesis and yet here he was basically offering ice cream and hugs. He lets out a sigh, too exhausted to resist something that sounded so good after the past couple of days he’s had.

“Mario Kart then?”

Stiles smirks, a glimmer of confidence in his expression. “You’re on, Isaac.”

☕︎☕︎☕︎

They sit together, huddled close, surprisingly comfortable as they try to best each other in Mario Kart. The room fills with laughter and the occasional playful nudge, each one timed perfectly to throw the other off when they’re ahead. It feels strangely easy, this camaraderie that neither of them expected.

For all their usual banter and one-upmanship, there’s a rhythm to it now, a balance that feels natural. It’s weird to Stiles but a good weird?

“Cheap shot,” Stiles mutters after Isaac bumps his elbow mid-turn, sending him careening off the track.

“Strategic gameplay,” Isaac counters with a grin, his eyes glinting with victory as the finish line approaches.

Stiles can’t help but laugh, the sound breaking the competitive tension. Yeah, this was starting to feel a lot less like hate. Isaac was sad and that called for a strategic retreat on their little feud, a seize fire if you will.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

They spent another hour talking about life, about nothing, about everything. Meaningless stuff that somehow felt important and eventually landed on each other's names.

“Isaac Lahey,” Stiles repeats, letting the name roll off his tongue like he’s testing it out. “Huh. Not bad. Pretty straightforward. Kinda boring, though.”

Isaac raises an eyebrow, his lips twitching upward. “Boring? Says the guy whose full name is apparently a state secret.”

“Hey,” Stiles shoots back, holding up a finger. “It’s not boring… it’s mysterious. There’s a difference.”

Isaac leans back on the couch, crossing his arms. “Sure there is. But now I’m dying to know. Is it something embarrassing? Like... Stanley? Stephen? Stewart?”

“Not even close,” Stiles says with a smirk, clearly enjoying Isaac’s growing curiosity.

“Guess I’ll just have to figure it out,” Isaac replies, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Stiles snorts. “Good luck with that, Lahey.”

Suddenly barking comes from the other room, and Stiles chuckles. “Oh, we must’ve woken Matcha up.”

The dog yips excitedly and bounds up to Isaac with unrestrained enthusiasm, tail wagging furiously as if it’s just seen his long-lost best friend. Matcha leaps into Isaac’s lap, nudging him with a wet nose and licking at his chin, clearly thrilled to have the attention.

“Hey there, buddy!” Isaac laughs, his earlier tension melting away as he scratches Matcha behind the ears. The pup seems to bask in the affection, wagging his tail even faster, and for a moment, all worries fade into the background.

Stiles watches the scene unfold, feeling a warmth spread in his chest. It’s a simple moment, but seeing Isaac interact with Matcha reminds him just how much he appreciates this guy. “Looks like someone missed you,” he remarks, unable to hide his smile.

“Yeah, well, who wouldn’t miss a face like this?” Isaac replies, grinning as he cradles Matcha in his arms. Stiles scoffs but finds himself thinking about how true that statement was but he catches that egregious thought and pushes it down to a place where he can’t find it.

Matcha eventually falls asleep on Isaac’s lap, his head nestled in the crook of his elbow as he rubbed circles along his fur.

“He looks happy.”

“He sure does, doesn’t he?”

☕︎☕︎☕︎

Isaac is awoken by the sound of clattering dishes and music playing in the distance. Only when he hears humming does he snap back to reality and remember that he’s not in his apartment. The window is facing him, sunlight pouring in from the slightly cracked blinds, painting stripes across the bed. The faint hum of early morning traffic seeps through the glass, mingling with the warm, homey chaos coming from what he assumes is the kitchen.

He blinks a few times, trying to shake off the grogginess, and stumbles into the kitchen. The moment he steps inside, he’s met with the delightful aroma of breakfast cooking. Bacon sizzling in a pan and something sweet baking in the oven. Stiles was cooking up a storm and he looked good doing it much to Isaac’s chagrin.

“I’m making eggs. If you don’t like them scrambled then shit I guess.”

Issac’s hair was messy and ruffled like he fell out of bed during the night and wrestled with a bear. But he looked cute at least Stiles thought so. The thought caught him off guard as his sleep-addled mind continued to fuck with him.

“Bacon?”

“Coming right up.”

Stiles serves him a cup of coffee and slides a plate of deliciousness right in front of him, and Isaac swears he’s never been so hungry. The crispy bacon, eggs, and toast almost seem to glow under the light, and Isaac digs in without hesitation. As he chews, a shift in the air settles between them, and Isaac can feel it. Before the tension can settle too deep, Stiles breaks the silence.

“You can stay here in my spare room if you need to.”

Isaac’s movements still. He pauses mid-bite, the words hanging in the air longer than they should. He looks down at his plate, trying to ignore the heat crawling up his neck. There’s something about the offer, he said it so casually and that makes him feel oddly vulnerable.

“I just mean if you don’t want to be alone tonight, my spare room is open.”

“I know,” Isaac says with a lopsided smile as he stirs his coffee and Stiles feels his heart leap in his chest yet again, betraying him for the umpteenth time.

“I think I’ll be okay but thanks for offering.”

Isaac made his glorious return to the coffee shop the next day, his signature grey scarf wrapped around his neck despite the sweltering heat. The way he wore it looked almost absurd, but something was endearing about how he clung to it like a comfort blanket.

“Back from the dead, I see,” Stiles quipped, leaning against the counter with a smirk.

“Reluctantly,” Isaac replied with a playful eye roll. “Can I have a—?”

“Mocha frappucino, triple shot, with extra whipped cream and caramel syrup,” he says as he passes him the cup.

“Thanks,” he says slowly as if suspicious.

Stiles scoffs, “Don’t look at me like I asked for your firstborn child. You show up at almost the same time every day and order the same thing. Blame yourself for being predictable.”

“Whatever and thanks,” he says as he digs in his pocket looking for a 5-dollar bill.

“Keep it.”

“Stiles, I don’t need your charity,” Isaac grumbles, pity was the last thing he wanted right now.

“It’s not charity, consider it my apology for giving you only boiling water that one time.”

Isaac gasps in horror, “I knew that wasn’t a mistake! You’re pure evil.”

“I’m apologising now, aren’t I?”

“You're lucky this is the closest coffee shop to the vets’ office otherwise I’d be taking my business elsewhere.”

“Oh no, whatever would I do without you?”

They both lean in closer and the closeness felt so natural to the two of them like they had been friends longer than they had been enemies.

“Shut up, Stilinski.”

“You first, Lahey.”

Stiles’s manager clears her throat and he tries to regain some modicum of professionalism.

Isaac nods at him to say goodbye but just before he walks away with it he looks at the cup and stops in his tracks.

“You spelt my name right.”

“Look at that. Miracles do happen.”

Isaac laughed and Stiles had never heard anything so sweet.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

He’s sitting on his couch one night when a knock on his door breaks him away from his thoughts, pulling him back to reality. He opens it to find Isaac standing there, looking more vulnerable than Stiles had ever seen him. His eyes were bloodshot and his skin pale. His lips were dry and bitten, and he had his hands curled tightly into the fabric of his sweater as if he were trying to hold himself together.

Without a word, Stiles ushered him in, feeling a surge of anxiety rush through him. The unspoken weight of the moment hung heavily in the air as Isaac stepped inside, his shoulders slumped and his demeanour withdrawn.

“Hey,” Stiles said softly, closing the door behind them. “What happened?”

Isaac took a moment before answering, his voice barely above a whisper. “He’s gone,” his breaths came out fast and panicked like he couldn’t catch his breath even as he spoke.

“Just take your time.”

“My dad’s gone. He uh… he died today. Heart attack.”

“Isaac, I’m so…I’m so sorry.”

“Don’t be. He was…he wasn’t the best father.”

Isaac’s words came out disjointed, starting and stopping sentences… unable to organise his thoughts, as if each one was tangled in a web he couldn’t escape.

“He um… and I should miss him, right? But … He wasn’t the same after my mom… and my brother… But he was an abusive asshole but he was still my dad and I don’t know how I’m supposed to just….deal with all of this. Shit, I’m getting overly emotional, aren’t I?”

“There’s nothing you should feel. Grief is weird like that I guess… and you can vent, I’m a barista therefore an exceptionally good listener.”

“I thought people vent to bartenders.”

“Same difference,” Stiles says with a smile, nudging Isaac’s shoulder playfully. They both fell into a comfortable silence, neither looking at the other but content in each other’s presence.

“You lost someone too, I can tell,” Isaac says, breaking the stillness, his tone more serious.

“My mom,” Stiles replies, his voice softening. “She died … I still remember the happy memories. I think about her a lot, especially when I’m cooking. She loved to experiment in the kitchen, and I guess I inherited that from her.”

Isaac smiles softly, the weight of the conversation creating a deeper bond between them. “That’s a nice way to remember her. It sounds like you have some great memories.”

“Yeah, I do,” Stiles replies, warmth flooding his chest at the thought. “It makes me feel like she’s always with me even though she couldn’t be further away.”

Isaac looks at him, his blue eyes sincere. “I get that. It’s like… we carry those people with us in different ways.”

Stiles nods, appreciating Isaac’s insight. “And it’s okay to talk about them, even when it hurts. I get that it might be different for you but… we can talk about it.”

Isaac lets go of a deep breath that was trapped in his lungs and turns to Stiles hoping he doesn’t reject what he’s about to say.

“I’m having him cremated. I know this is weird and borderline insane but would you come with me? I just don’t wanna go alone and there’s no one else.”

“I’ll come with you.”

☕︎☕︎☕︎

Watching his father burn was no easy thing. The sense of relief was overwhelming, almost suffocating, but it wasn’t a simple thing. It was tangled with guilt, with anger, with years of unresolved feelings. The relief felt like it shouldn’t be there like it was wrong, but it was there all the same. He had never thought he’d feel like this, free and trapped at the same time. He had felt like he was carrying a weight for so long, and now it was gone… but it was so complicated, so tricky.

“I’m not sad,” Isaac finally said, his voice steady despite the chaos around them. “I’m kind of… happy. Or at least glad to have this behind me. To know that he’s not coming back, that he can never hurt me again. Is that bad of me to say?”

Stiles, standing beside him, squeezed his hand tightly. The warmth of his grip was reassuring, grounding Isaac in a moment that could easily spiral into something overwhelming. “No, it’s not bad,” Stiles replied softly, his eyes fixed on the flames. “It’s normal. You’re allowed to feel relief, especially after everything.”

They stood in silence, hands intertwined, as the fire crackled and popped. It felt cathartic like it was his first step to letting go of the past.

As the flames began to diminish, leaving only embers glowing softly in the night, Isaac couldn’t help but smile, feeling lighter than he had in a long time. “Thank you for being here with me,” he murmured, gratitude spilling from his heart.

“Always,” Stiles replied, turning to meet Isaac’s gaze. And for the first time in a long time, Isaac didn’t feel alone.

“Wanna get ice cream?” Stiles asked, his eyes lighting up with a playful gleam.

“Is that your solution to everything?” Isaac shot back, a smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth.

“Basically, yeah,” Stiles replied, his enthusiasm infectious.

They made their way to the seaside, the salty breeze tousling their hair as they walked along the shore. With each step, the weight of the past seemed to lift a little more. After grabbing their ice cream, Stiles opted for a double scoop of mint chocolate chip while Isaac settled for a classic vanilla, they headed to the spot where they had decided to scatter the ashes.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting vibrant hues of orange and pink across the sky, Isaac took a deep breath and knelt, gently letting the ashes slip from his fingers. “Bye, Dad,” he whispered, a mix of sadness and relief washing over him as the wind carried his words away.

Stiles knelt beside him, offering quiet support. He placed a hand on Isaac’s back, a comforting presence as they both took in the moment.

As they stood up, the weight of what they had just done began to settle. Stiles turned to Isaac, feeling a rush of gratitude and a sense of closeness that had blossomed between them. “Here,” Stiles said, tossing him a set of keys.

Isaac caught them with a surprised look. “What are—?”

“Keys to my place,” Stiles explained, a grin spreading across his face. “You’re always over here anyway so take them. I trust you not to rob me.”

“Did you have these cut for me?”

Feeling his ears burning red, “Do you want the keys or should I give them to the other vet down the street?”

“No, no…I want them,” Isaac says softly. So softly, it almost felt like Isaac had just stolen the words right out of Stiles’ mouth, the way his voice held a weight that Stiles wasn’t expecting. Isaac had never really spoken like that before. It was something sweet like candy floss or a freshly baked cookie. It created a whole new feeling between them, one neither of them had anticipated, one neither knew how to navigate.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

If you told Stiles Stilinski he’d be sitting on a couch with Isaac, the biggest menace in his life, and a puppy he decided to adopt, he might just keel over and die.

Sitting on the couch, Matcha nuzzled between the two, his small body a comforting warmth against their sides.

“Why’d you become a vet anyway?”

Isaac paused, glancing down at Matcha before replying. “And one day after school, I saw... the dog was hurt. I brought her to the vet and I stayed because I just had to know she’d be okay. By the end of the visit, she was all better and I wanted to be able to do that too, to be able to take away their pain. It’s beautiful.”

Isaac doesn’t notice it, but Stiles is looking at him in awe, his eyes wide and soft. He hadn’t expected that kind of openness. No sarcasm, no defences up. Just... him. As Isaac rambles on he suddenly feels self-conscious.

“I rambled, didn’t I?”

“Not at all…” Stiles replies, his voice a little breathy, almost dreamy. He knew for sure that he was staring at him like some dope, but he couldn’t help it. Isaac had this way of being completely real without even realising it, and it made Stiles feel like he was seeing him for the first time.

Just then, Matcha lets out a soft yawn and falls asleep in Isaac’s lap. Stiles takes a sneaky photo but is caught by Isaac’s sharp eyes.

“No no no, stay put or you’ll wake him up.”

“Plus… it’s a cute picture.”

Isaac felt his heart thud lightly in his chest, a warmth creeping up his neck. It was a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time. The way Stiles had looked at him, soft and easy, like they weren’t two people constantly at odds like they weren’t walking on a line they hadn’t figured out yet. And Matcha, just there, nestled between them like this was the most natural thing in the world.

It felt warm and exciting but terrifying at the same time. Like any minute now, the pin would finally drop and the magic of the moment would disappear. That twang of anxiety always pulsed when he felt himself get comfortable like he was about to lose something precious.

But for now, he let himself sit there, and maybe just for a second, he could enjoy the feeling.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

It was a quiet, tense day when the pin dropped. Isaac had woken up feeling like the weight of everything was crashing down on him, suffocating him with thoughts he couldn’t escape. The truth was, he was on edge and irritable, battling with a spiral of self-doubt. He hadn't been over to Stiles’ in a couple of days, dodging calls and texts, too afraid to face him. The truth was harder to ignore now. Isaac had been distant, and standoffish for no real reason, and every little thing about the situation felt like it was falling apart.

And now, here he was, standing in front of Stiles, the tension palpable between them.

“Don’t pretend like you know anything about me, okay?” Isaac spat, his voice rising despite his attempt to keep it under control. “I’m not what you think I am.”

Stiles paused for a second, his eyebrows raised in confusion, his lips curling into a sarcastic smirk. “Who are you then? The Easter Bunny? What are you talking about?”

Isaac rolled his eyes, his fists clenching at his sides. “You’re so... naive and... clueless. But really, this is just... it’s not even worth it.”

The words hit Stiles harder than expected. He knew Isaac was acting off, but this? This was different. “Where is this coming from?” he asked, trying to keep his voice calm, though the confusion and hurt were creeping through.

Isaac shook his head, the self-loathing rising in him like a wave. “You don’t get it, Stiles. You don’t know me like you think you do. I don’t deserve you. I’m not the guy you think I am, and I’m not good for you. So don’t act like this is some fairy tale.”

Stiles’ face dropped for a second, a sharp pain threading through him. It wasn’t just the words, but the way Isaac said them like he was convinced they were true. The sarcasm faded from Stiles’ voice as he took a step closer.

“Isaac, what the hell are you talking about? We’ve been... we’ve been good, haven’t we?”

Isaac looked away, unable to hold his gaze. “I’ve been holding you back. I’m a mess, Stiles. You deserve someone better than me. Someone who doesn’t... fuck everything up all the time.”

Stiles took another step forward, his expression softening as he placed a hand on Isaac’s shoulder. “Isaac, you’re not a mess. You’re you. And I’m not looking for perfection. I just want... I just want you.”

Isaac swallowed hard, the weight of his thoughts pressing on him like a physical force. “You don’t know what you’re asking for.”

“I think I do,” Stiles said quietly, his voice steady now. “I know you’re scared, but running from this, from me, isn’t going to help you.”

“Take a hint, Stiles. I’m not interested in being your charity case.”

“I never–”

Stiles started to speak but he was silenced by the look on Isaac’s face. So guarded and weary. He could see him hurting but it was like there was an invisible barrier between them that he couldn’t get past.

“Oh please. Offering me a room, coddling me, giving me a key. I don’t need your pity and I don’t want to owe you anything.”

And with that he stood up and started heading towards the door, clumsily putting on his shoes and snatching his jacket from the coat rack. Stiles didn’t even get a chance to prove him wrong.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

He was marooned after an awful encounter with Storm Isaac, he’s surprised he didn’t drown under the wave of scathing looks he gave him that day. His apartment was his island and he had no plans to make an SOS sign anytime soon. Unfortunately for Stiles, his friends didn’t get the memo. A few raps on the door shatter the silence, and he groans, wiping the frustration from his face, letting out a, “Two seconds!” as he stumbles to the door.

“We brought some treats for Matcha.”

“We’ve noticed you’ve been down lately,” Scott says as he glances at him, taking in his tired and dishevelled appearance.

“That’s an understatement.. has Isaac been by?”

Scott and Kira exchange glances and that tells him all he needs to know. He had been avoiding him and he didn’t even know what he had done wrong. He was so used to having him here, that he had left a hole all over the apartment. Every room, corner just echoed with signs reminding him of what he lost.

“You should reach out to him.”

“He’s not returning my calls or my texts.” Stiles tried to sound indifferent, but a flash of hurt and sadness crossed his face before he could mask it.

“It just wasn’t meant to be, guys. Don’t worry about me, I’ll bounce back. Nobody puts Stiles in the corner.” He forced a grin, but it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Giving up on pushing him further, Kira sighed. “Fine, but we’re cleaning up this place right now,” she said, wrinkling her nose. “I know pigs that live better.”

“You know pigs?”

“There’s the sarcasm we’ve been missing,” Scott says as he ruffles his hair and for the first time in a while Stiles feels some relief.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

Isaac decided to make a return to the coffee shop after being gone for over a week. He was going there at the same time he always does to order the same thing but something was different. A certain doe-eyed brunette who was fluent in wit and had a master’s degree in sarcasm was missing.

“Stiles isn’t here. Sick day,” Scott says dragging him out of his thoughts suddenly. It felt like a bucket of ice water had just been thrown on him.

“Oh.”

Isaac had pulled himself from his hole after his emotional strike from Stiles, only to find that he wasn’t there. He felt embarrassed, like an idiot for pushing him away.

“Not seriously sick, right?” his voice betraying the nonchalance he was trying to portray. He picked at his left sleeve and shifted uncomfortably, wishing he could hide how much it bothered him.

“No, he’s fine just…” Scott pauses, trying to find a way to put it lightly, “He didn’t want to…”

“See me.”

Just great. He had chased Stiles away from his job, a job he actually liked, as he recalled him saying.

“Listen... He cares about you. You guys need to actually talk and communicate about how you’re feeling.”

Sensing his discomfort, Scott decided to say what they had both been too blind to see.

“You know, whenever you come in, he drops whatever he’s doing just to take your order. Even before you guys started hanging out, you brought out a fire in him. He’d talk about you constantly, counting the minutes until you came by for your daily coffee.”

“I didn’t know…” Isaac says as he realised just what a fool he had been. But could it really be that easy? To be vulnerable and to hope.

“My advice: Don’t let your fears or pride stand in the way of how you feel or what you want. If you want to be with him, tell him before it’s too late.”

☕︎☕︎☕︎

Entering his apartment, Stiles barely has time to register the excited yipping of his dog before he notices something… off.

The door was locked, but there was noise inside, a distinct shuffling across the floorboards. Lights flickered on in the kitchen, shadows shifting. Someone was shuffling around.

He was being robbed.

Okay, sure, there wasn’t much to steal unless the intruder had a thing for mismatched socks and half-eaten bags of Doritos, but still, this was a full-fledged home invasion.

Grabbing his trusty baseball bat from behind the door, adrenaline surging through his veins, Stiles readied himself. He knew this moment would come. He had been preparing for it his whole life. From watching crime shows with his dad, perfecting his stance, maybe a little shadow-boxing when no one was watching.

This was it.

With an albeit squeaky battle cry, Stiles charged into the kitchen, swinging the bat in the air like a lunatic. The intruder yelped and crashed to the floor trying to avoid his swings. Stiles raised the bat again before recognition slammed into him like a truck.

“Isaac?!”

Isaac groaned from the floor. “What the hell is wrong with you?”

“What’s wrong with me? What are you doing breaking into my apartment?!”

Isaac pushed himself up onto his elbows, scowling. “You gave me a key, psycho.”

Stiles blinked. Oh. Right. He did do that.

His grip on the bat loosened. “Well, I almost decapitated you.”

Isaac rolled his eyes and muttered, “Yeah, I noticed.” He pulled himself up, brushing off his jeans, still slightly breathless. “I just… I don’t know. I wanted to do a romantic gesture or something.”

Stiles’ brain stuttered to a stop. “A what?”

Isaac avoided his gaze, shoving his hands into his pockets like he suddenly regretted everything.

Stiles looked around and his expression softened. There was a blanket draped across the table, soft candlelight flickering against the walls, and a plate of what looked like homemade cookies. They were a little burnt around the edges but it just made Stiles want to eat them more.

Isaac cleared his throat, still not looking at him. “I like you, Stiles.” The words were rushed as if he were afraid he’d lose the courage to say them. “When I’m with you, I feel… safe for once. You feel… you feel like home to me.”

Isaac’s eyes finally met his hesitant, vulnerable, pleading with Stiles, with himself to not run away from something good. Stiles felt warmth spread through his chest, replacing the leftover panic. He set the bat down carefully and took a step closer.

“I really did almost take your head off,” he said softly, a slow smile tugging at his lips.

Isaac huffed a quiet laugh. “Yeah, well… I guess I should’ve knocked.”

Taking Stiles’s hand in his he moves forward looming at him, “I know when …I ran. I was scared because being with you felt good and I hadn’t felt like that in such a long time.

“I want to be with you.”

Stiles grabbed him by the shirt, pulling him in and kissing him deeply like he was his oxygen, his lifeline. A soft moan escaped between them, lost in the heat of the moment. Stiles smiles against his lips before pulling back, “You taste like cookies.”

“I had to sample them. Make sure I wasn’t poisoning you.”

“Well I have a feeling they taste really good,” Stiles replies as he pulls him back in by his waist, savouring each sweet kiss with Isaac. Feeling the nuzzling of Matcha against their feet he nearly died from what he saw. Matcha was dressed up as Cupid and it was the cutest thing Stiles had ever seen in all his years of living. He started to kiss all over Isaac’s face, not listening to his protests.

“You’re the best boyfriend ever.”

And Isaac’s heart soars at hearing the word boyfriend come from Stiles’s lips.

☕︎☕︎☕︎

The next morning, they woke up tangled together, warmth and sunlight spilling through the curtains. Stiles trailed slow, lazy kisses down Isaac’s neck, nipping at his skin, rolling them over with a satisfied hum. Isaac chuckled, voice still heavy with sleep. “Are you going to tell me your name now?”

Stiles smirked against his skin. “Mieczyslaw. Mieczyslaw Stilinski.”

“Now I see why you said my name was boring.”

[magiclwritings]

"Tell me," He started, looking down at his shirt and he pretended to pick a piece of fuzz from it as he did so. "What makes you think I would agree to anything with the likes of you?" He shot back, taking in the man before him. He was old that much was clear but not old enough to where Flynn felt he couldn't take him with his bare hands. At least that was weighing in his favor at the moment. There was still the matter of the blonde crumbled up off to the side but as it looked as though he were still breathing, there was time to figure out what the hell was really going on. It felt too .... clean.

"You know as well as I do that humans are ignorant at their best." He started, not giving the vamp even a moment to lean in on that statement. "However, I very seriously doubt any of them are willingly being bit." His jacket creaked as his arms dropped down to his sides and he took a step towards his new friend. "And even if they are. Something tells me that it may not be their good nature that's willing to drop the head back like some discarded blood bag you'd find in a dumpster." Flynn smiled at the man then but it was short lived. Instead he took to pacing the short distance between the sofa and what he guessed was an end table. His eye was carefully trained between the vampire, the space between them and the proximity of Dodger to them. It was maddening to have to consider someone he wasn't entirely sure wasn't here for what this vampire was claiming.

He decided Dodger was still okay enough to function as the heap he was on the floor and pushed forward with their conversation. "And furthermore, you've been around a while." He covered his mouth and gasped softly. "Sorry. I wasn't trying to age shame you." A wicked grin covered his lips and Flynn carried on. "But you know someone like me only shows up when someone has fucked up." The slayer took two steps towards the vampire, better placing himself between the man and the creature. The smile was fading as he moved and he took to placing his hands in the front pockets of his jeans just then. Flynn balanced his weight from the front of his feet to the balls and back again. "And I'm here to tell you that you all fucked up spectacularly."

He could feel the anger radiating off the vampire in front of him. If he were being honest, he wasn't exactly a happy fuckin camper at this point in time either. But one of these bloodsuckers was going to help him whether they liked it or not. He just had to figure out which of them was going to get him the closest to the family he'd been tracking for the better part of his adult life. "But," He sighed, feeling some of the tension leave his body as he did so. "If you set me up a meeting with your actual boss and not his bottom of the barrel, cum rag sop up then I might be willing to just let this little debauchery hole continue for the night." Flynn flashed another smile and folded his body forward, towards the vamp. "How's that sound, cupcake?"

Cain was getting too old for this. 

When Darian recruited him to be a bouncer at his club, he took the job with pride. Their kind worked well within the confines of strong leadership. Darian had been good to him for the fifty years he had served him. Things had been calm in the town, settled. They made good money, got free blood, had an incredible housing situation going on for them, and above all, protection. Things got a bit rocky when he brought in Dodger, though. As much as Darian gave off the illusion that he had the vampire collared, Cain saw it for what it was. Dodger let Darian believe he controlled him, but the strength of his power was too much for the big boss to handle. 

Dodger had always been trouble. Cain had just never let himself be roped into it before. 

And thus, he found himself standing in front of Dodger’s brand-new plaything—a slayer. Acting a role, he hadn’t been fully prepared for. A role that could very well end his life. 

He forced himself to stare the slayer down. He refused to look over at Dodger, who was crumbled in a ball on the floor. If he had to pick between being staked by the slayer or being ripped apart by Dodger? He’d pick the slayer. At least it would be over quickly. Dodger would keep him hanging on for years before releasing him into the sweet release of death. 

“My bosses instructed me to welcome you to our town,” Cain spoke softly, crossing his arms behind his back as a show of peace. “It’s not every day we see a slayer waltz in. I thought maybe we could have a little chat. See what we can do for each other. See, we have an ecosystem here that works very well for us. Humans can come here to blow off some steam, get their rocks off on getting bit if they choose. We vampires get to feed without killing. I am concerned that your arrival will upset our cultivated way of life.” Dodger had told him to burst in and convince the slayer that vampires were confined to this nightclub, not running the entire town. Still, mainly, he was required to sell the idea that Dodger was human and out Flynn as the slayer. 

The vampire was always setting traps. It made Cain’s head pound. 

“I’d like for us to come to an agreement.”

[astrxealis]

dear gods i adore horror tbh but i am way too sensitive to it

[medicinemane]

At least I could disable the suggestions but just... I'm sick of it, I'm sick of companies trying to think for me

I'd rather be miserable but doing shit my own way than placid and glass eyed and just taking whatever companies tell me to

Like... literally just asking what I get out of writing a post on tumblr... zero suggestions, just letting me say whatever dumb stuff comes to my head

[goldentigerfestival]

i will never not find it hilarious that they completely forgot to animate patty at the very end of the final cutscene in the last three frames of the whole group

and the dub didn't even give her voiced lines when everyone was shouting they so the localization forgot about her too

[neverendingford]

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[luvcaleb]

SHH... WE CAN'T GET CAUGHT.

nsfw (18+). includes fingering, breast play, dirty talk, huge cock, unprotected sex, creampie, fwb relationship (it's pretty obvious you like each other tho), mentions of your first time experience with caleb (and other times after that), having sex when another person is just a few rooms away, too much cum, slight praise kink. filthy, filthy, filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“Shh... you don't want Gran hearing us, do you?”

You're covering your mouth to stifle your whimpers, but there's no hiding the wet squelches beneath the blanket. You wrap your hand around Caleb's flicking wrist, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt. When he adds another digit, a loud cry of his name is pulled out of you.

Caleb presses a soft kiss against your nape. You're both turned on your sides, your back against his solid chest. “As much as I like hearing you say my name, it'd be a problem if someone came to interrupt us. Remember the last time?”

The last time he's referring to is your risky tryst from a few days back; Caleb joined you in your bath, claiming he wants to “wash your back” for you. As expected, 20% of your time was spent in a relaxing soak where he massaged your shoulders and washed your hair, and the remaining 80% was spent with his head between your legs, coaxing out wave after wave of cum with his fingers and tongue.

The tip of his cock was already inside you when a knock on your door interrupted you, your grandmother asking if you knew where Caleb went because he wasn't in his room. Needless to say, you had to stop what you were doing and Caleb had a difficult time sneaking out of the bathroom.

“That... mmph... and this... is all your fault...” you struggle to say while biting back your moans as he grinds his fingers against a good spot, his thumb flicking at your clit. Caleb has always been too good with his hands. “You always—ah!—do this even when there are other people around...!”

“You wanna know why?” Chuckling, Caleb leans closer to whisper to your ear, lips brushing over your soft skin. “You squeeze me so fucking tight when we're about to get caught.”

You gush around his fingers as he mouths on the shell of your ear, moaning into the palm of your hand. He hums in satisfaction, pulling out his hand from your panties to admire the stringy release between his fingers. “You always cum too fast, pipsqueak. You pent up these days?”

How on earth could you possibly be pent up when you've been fucking Caleb at every opportunity? Every time you're left alone at the house, he fucks you against any flat surface he can find—the door when he's too impatient to go to your room, the bathroom sink because he likes making you watch yourself in the mirror when he's fucking you stupid, and even ate you out on the kitchen countertop at some point.

But the thing is, Caleb is undaunted by the possibility of being caught. So even when your Gran is around, he sneaks into your bedroom to fool around, just like what he's doing now under the pretense of “we watched a horror movie today, aren't you scared to sleep alone?”

Evidently, Caleb has no intention of letting you sleep tonight. He fondles your tits beneath your shirt, the tent in his sweatpants grinding against your clothed ass. “Don't pretend like you're innocent,” he mutters, making you yelp when he pinches your nipple. “You strutted around all day wearing my shirt without a bra, bending down in front of me on purpose... Did you know how hard it was to hold back from fucking you on the spot?”

“T-that was...!” Your cheeks flush with warmth. Sure, you were kind of riling him up on purpose, but that was under the assumption you'd be alone tonight.

“This ass...” he rubs you above your shorts, groaning as he palms at the soft flesh. “...was in my mind the entire fucking day. I held myself back until now, but I can't hold back anymore, fuck.”

He strips you off of your clothes, only leaving his shirt scrunched up above your breasts. He pulls down his sweatpants, and you feel his huge cock slap against your lower back, his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He holds the back of your knee to raise your leg, positioning his cock to your soaked pussy.

“Been waiting for this for so fucking long... Oh, shiiit,” he moans, long and drawn out and dirty as he slides right home, the tip of his dick pounding at your cervix. You squeal into your hand, your cunt clamping down on his cock so tightly but it doesn't deter his fast pace at all.

He reaches so deep like this, hitting spots he normally couldn't when you're in missionary. His huge cock feels like it's carving its own space into your body, coring you out from the inside, and it feels so good that you can't hold back your voice at all.

“Nn... Don't do that,” Caleb pulls away your hand from your mouth when he notices you biting down on your skin to hide your moans. He replaces it by putting his fingers in your mouth, cooing softly to your ear, “Suck. You're going to hurt yourself.”

You suck on his fingers, eyes rolling back to your head as he continues to pound you, fucking your pussy so good. Only Caleb knows how to make you feel so much pleasure to the point you can't think properly anymore. Your fingers could never hope to reach the places his cock touches.

It's how this twisted relationship started in the first place, Caleb catching you touching yourself when you forgot to lock your door. He taught you how to make yourself cum because you didn't know anything, until all you knew was him and his cock. But he was too big the first time you took him in that he had to fuck you loose with four fingers, sucking and licking at your pussy to make you wet enough to accept his thick girth and length. Now, he could slide inside you easily, your body having taken his shape.

Caleb stares at your messy face, utterly endeared. “Fuck, you're so fucking cute...” He takes out his fingers from your mouth, using them to tilt your jaw to meet his lips. He kisses you sloppy, no finesse as you slide your tongue against his, moaning into each other's mouths.  “Mm... open your mouth more... yeah, that's it, baby... good fucking girl...”

“Ah, fuck, Caleb!” you sob, desperately rocking against his cock. “I'm gonna cum, cumming, I can't anymore...!”

“You're gonna cum?” Caleb stops thrusting, making you whine and attempt to move yourself, but he holds onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress, laying you flat on the sheets on your front. He settles behind you, using his weight to pound you to the mattress harder. “Then fucking cum.”

You moan uncontrollably into the pillows, completely forgetting you're meant to stay quiet. Caleb fucks his cock harder, faster, deeper, failing to hold back his own grunts as you tighten up around him, wet heat melting around his dick. “Shit, I'm gonna cum too... I'm gonna cum hard in your slutty fucking pussy... fuck, I'm cumming!”

You squirt around his cock as he fills you up with cum, your fluids making a mess between your bodies and the sheets. You don't realize you're crying out up until Caleb grabs your chin and kisses you once more, muffling the lewd moans you're letting out while he's still cumming inside you, hot and thick. He gives you tiny, slowing thrusts, cock still spurting out semen. “Oh, baby, you did so good...” he sucks on your bottom lip, staring intently at your orgasm face. “Such a good fucking girl for me...”

“So... full...” is the only thing you can say, feeling the sheer volume of one load of his cum in your pussy, warming you from the inside.

“Not full enough, baby.” Caleb peppers your face with kisses. It is then that you realize—with no small amount of fear and arousal—his cock hasn't softened at all. “I still have a lot to give you.”

[pukicho]

What's the weirdest dream/nightmare you've had?

Pukicho story time???

This happened in 2004, I lived in Ireland. I had one very particular dream that I still often think about to this day:

It started in an unusual flat, somewhere up high. It was modern for the time, it felt decidedly Y2K. Every piece of furniture, the walls, the lamps, they were all bright pink. It was so trendy that it almost felt like a parody of itself, but I was a kid, and my mind wasn't clever enough for the act of parody. I would've simply forgotten this flat ever existed if the latter-half of the dream didn't leave such a permanent mark on my memory - now I can recall every last detail.

I asked a stranger to use the restroom. The toilet was downstairs, so I opened up the door to a utility stairwell and began heading down, alone.

I could look through the center of the staircase column, it was pitch-black and there was no visible bottom. I remember going down the staircase for hours, literal hours - A dark, oppressive hum from pipes and vents blinded my ears and shook the inside of my stomach with its volume. I remember thinking how long the dream felt in this moment, I recall getting consciously impatient, but I kept going. My eyes couldn't adjust to the nearly invisible-darkness surrounding me so I put my hand against the walls and handrail for guidance and shuffled downward like a blind man without his walking-stick.

Finally, only a moment before the tension would have juddered me awake, I found the door to the bathroom. I opened it up; to my relief there was light. The room was rectangular, on one end was a boxed-shaped shower with fogged glass, on the other end, a toilet. The floor and wall were decorated by the same beige tile - it all looked hastily plastered. I sat down to do my business. At this moment, the ballooning anxiety I had felt outside had dissipated almost entirely. I sat in silence - I remember acknowledging the sheer contrast in volume between the AC-hum in the bathroom to the oppressive roar from the stairwell.

It was good to be sitting there. I remember feeling as though the dream had slowly turned into a nightmare - but consciously, everything felt right again. Nothing happened for a long time. It grew so boring and tame that my mind stopped focusing on the dream entirely, and I began fading into memoryless sleep. And then the lights went out.

At this point, sitting in a darkness even blacker than the one I had just emerged from, not even a hum could be heard. The only noise I could hear, and just barely, was my own brain-matter hitting against the sides of my ears, bellowing a deep subharmonic hum from within my own skull. Suddenly, every semblance of safety was ripped from my chest, and I sat there, feeling in greater danger than I ever had before. I felt a pressure so omniscient that it choked me -- but nothing came, nothing happened. I waited for minutes - minutes where each second could be counted down in scrutinizing specificity, but nothing happened.

Suddenly, and with no presumption, I felt coarse electricity pumping through my chest. I wrangled with myself in my own bed, feeling what felt like infinite pain pass through me. I could feel myself yelling from within the dream through the vibration of my lungs. A cacophonous buzzing bled into my ears as thousands of people screamed from within my skull. The cries of a falling choir ran-through their screams, like angels falling from heaven.

At the very same moment, a body appeared in the shower. It glowed yellow, so bright and irradiated I could hardly look directly at it. It caressed itself, clawing into its body like it was reeling from immeasurable pain. It moved unnaturally, squirming and spasming as if fast-forwarded. The glass blurred its details, but it did nothing to mask its energy. It was as if it held the sun inside of its own stomach. I felt as though an intruder entered my own mind and I had no power to stop it. Just being near it was enough to kill me, and I was already dying.

The wall of sound lasted not even one full-second - and then - a piercing zap shot me up from my bed, and that was it. I can't remember anything past that point, but I assume I went back to bed shortly thereafter, forgetting what had just happened, if only for that one night. I must have had a vapid dream, worthless and memoryless, unknowing that I had just lived a dream so dreadful that it'd stick to my psyche like tar for the rest of my life.

No other dream has ever felt that way since. It was as if a second-soul decided to visit me, a soul stronger and more omnipotent than mine. Surely a dream is just a dream, regardless of the feeling it gives you, but now I go to bed every night, wishing I'll be the only soul residing within its story.

End!!

[bats-and-the-birds]

The Batkids on being mistaken as Bruce's biological children.

Look, the Batkids have all been forced into various social gatherings, and enough of them share vague features with Bruce that some of the older members among Gotham's old money, or the younger ones that are out of the loop, sometimes mix up the facts.

Dick gets it from the very beginning. Old women pinch his cheeks, still tan from a life outside of Gotham's gloom, and tell him, Such a sweet little boy, and just like your father at your age. His hair used to stick up just like yours. Dick didn't like it at all. He bit the first person that told him he had Bruce's eyes, and stomped on the foot of an old politician that told him, With your father's height, I thought you'd be taller by now.

He laughs it off as an adult, but sometimes, it still eats at him. People still tell him that they thought he'd eventually be as tall as Bruce, or that he should be thankful for his inherited jaw line. It's not the comparison to Bruce that bothers him anymore, or even being mistaken as his son, but rather, the fact that he sometimes struggles to remember exactly where his features actually came from; parental faces turning fuzzy in his distant memory.

Jason thinks it's funny, the first time it happens. Mostly because it's his nose of all things. Your nose is bent, grumbled the old man sitting across from him at the gala, Just like your father's. Tough luck on the genetics. The man didn't realize the bent noses were because they'd both been broken in the past. Jason spent days after studying Bruce's face, trying to figure out if their noses really bent in the same way, and eventually came to the conclusion that, yeah, they really did. From that point on, each time either of them broke their nose, Jason would distantly think, Ah, damn, there goes the family resemblance.

As an adult, Jason takes care to make sure people don't often seen his face. The hood does a pretty good job of that. Besides, he doesn't move in circles where the mistake could be made anymore. Still, sometimes he looks in the mirror at the bump in his nose and thinks, Family resemblance. Yeah, right.

It happens less with Tim. Anyone that made the mistake with Jason and Dick also remembered Jack and Janet Drake. It's not until he's almost an adult that a new hire at Wayne Industries, some kid from out of town, sees him and Bruce in the office together and remarks, Oh, you two furrow your eyebrows in the same way when you think. My mom says that my dad and I do that too. We inherited it from my grandpa. Tim feels unsettled all day and makes a conscious effort to not to furrow his eyebrows anymore.

There's no mistake to make with Damian. At least, not the same one that can be made with the others. He's the blood son, and he's a perfect mix between Bruce and Talia. Of course, there's the well-meaning, if confused, adults that assume he's adopted like the others. He corrects them, swiftly, and sometimes aggressively.

There is one incident. It happens while Bruce is gone, after he's been staying with Grayson for a few months. He knew, of course, that people thought that Grayson looked like Bruce. He could even see the similarities. Superficially, of course. However, he never considered that Grayson looking like his father also meant that Grayson looked like him. Not until an old woman leaned over to him at a gala and said, You look just like your father when Mister Wayne first brought him out to these things. The hair, that disgruntled little frown. He hated these parties too. Couldn't ever sit still. Gosh, I really can't believe it's been long enough that he has a child of his own. It took Damian a while to realize what happened, and even then, he couldn't bring himself to tell her that he wasn't actually Grayson's son, or that he and Grayson weren't actually that far apart in age. He felt strangely guilty the rest of the night, and he never dared to tell Grayson about it.

It happened to Steph exactly once. Really, she doesn't look like Bruce at all. It was a man with exceptionally thick glasses, who actually told her that she reminded him of Martha Wayne. She's pretty sure he was just trying to be nice. She tries to forget about it. She never tells Bruce.

You have his eyes, is what Duke gets. Which confuses him, because, uh, no, he doesn't. Not even close like Dick's. He says as much to the woman that said it to him, and she squints her eyes at him and responds, No, you definitely do. Not in the shape or the color, but you look at things the same way he does. Duke thinks about that sometimes, and he swings back and forth between being annoyed and weirdly proud that he apparently looked at the world like Batman did.

People tell Cass that she has his smile. She beams with pride at that. After all, she learned it from him. She studied, closely, the way his mouth ticked up at the corners, both while he stretched the dazzling, fake smile across his face for the public, and the genuine, gentle smiles that he gave her while he helped tie her hair back or slip on her mask, and now she could replicate them both perfectly. She didn't like the fake one, but she knew it was necessary.

[yougavememyopia]

Here's the result from the poll! Sorry, it took long. I lost my progress and had to write it over T-T. Longer than usual to make it up to my lovely peeps. Anyway, here is the confident, popular yandere who becomes a desperate pathetic mess for you.

Popular yandere, who was never alone. Circled with adored gazes and loud chatters, people gathered around him like he was some kind of celebrity. His overstretched smile full of fake glee. Crinkled eyes masking a hollow emptiness. No one would care enough to truly look at him, all too busy talking nineteen to the dozen.

It was so easy to predict them. The mundane topics boring him to death. Nothing exciting ever happened. Gritting his teeth, he endured their ramblings. Endured their dullness. Their stupid problems.

Taps of his pencil slapped the wooden desk rapidly. A practiced, charming grin when he greeted you— his new project partner. The invisible loser at the background whose face he rather recognized.

"Hey there, guess we're partners, huh? What a total unplanned coincidence! Uhh, anyway, you can pick the topic. Nono, please, go ahead. I'll just follow your lead."

His crew strolled passed you in the fields. Always sinked down on the grass with your back against the concrete wall. Blue light reflected on your face, nose buried deep in your phone.

Your lack of a life amused him. Fascinated at how isolated you were, and yet you were beaming. Giggling at your screen while your posture got worse. Not seeming a bit sad about being alone or wasting your time playing on a machine.

Simple enquiring quickly led to obsessive stalking. Justified by stating how he was merely observing you. Interested in your name and your hobbies, what you ate for the day, where you walked when you had no school, how the interior of your home looked like. A bit of curiosity, that was all!

The school project was the key to getting closer to you. Instant refusal to every person coming his way, sweet talking them into grouping together by pointing out their strengths. No objections were made. His judgment very well-trusted. Now you had the idolized annoyance as your group member, exactly like he planned.

FINALLY, he could talk to the nobody persistently invading his mind. The endless thoughts of you giving him heartache. He couldn't get his beauty sleep at night, and when he did, the dreams were all about you. He wasn't normally the type to approach people, not like he had the time to. Every waking moment of his day was stuffed with zealous yet shallow admirers. Everyone loved him. Gawking at his good looks, adoring his style, praising his intelligence.

You didn't even bat an eye.

He was nonexistent to you. Eyes boring into indifference. Frustrated, at how you treated him like he was someone insignificant. People already began to question his strange, out of the blue behaviour. How he stared at the wall without blinking. You were getting the best of him— he couldn't keep his mask on, uncontrollably snapping at people, apologizing as if he was having a bad day. Every day was a bad day. A torturous wait for you to just look his way.

If you didn't notice him anytime soon, he was going to do something crazy.

Thanks to the project, you finally spoke to him. Irritated, sure. But you saw him, a dopey grin on his face when you repeated back his name. Even getting away with patting your shoulder. He greeted you in the hallways the day after, approached you during lunch the next week, and then started to text you like crazy the following month. No idea how clingy he was acting until you pointed it out. Falling more in love with your weirdness and hidden personality.

You acted uncertain towards him. Hesitant that this was a prank. Afraid that you'd become a laughing stock if this progressed any further. So you built a metaphorical wall between you.

Questions after questions overwhelmingly flooded his brain. Your behaviour much different than the way he was used to being treated. Sarcastic remarks and harsh dismissals hurt his poor, sad heart.

He started to crave even the slightest approval from those around him— what did they think of his carefully picked outfit? Or his light makeup and shiny hair? He needed you to drool over him like the rest of the school did, yet you still didn't trust him. Accusing him of being fake, when all he wanted was to befriend you.

"B-but I swear, I genuinely want to be your friend. Please, listen. I can be myself around you. I don't have to be perfect, y'know? I thought you'd understand..."

As you grew more doubtful of his intentions, he became more hopeless. Desperate to change your mind while fighting the insecurity that loomed over him.

You pushed him to completely give in to the urge to follow you home and watch over you from a distance. He'd ask his many connections to keep an idea on you when he couldn't, but since their questions and teasing and judgement would get on his nerves, he settled for a tracking device instead. The digital dot always beeping in the same, familiar spots on the map.

His mind jumbled into a chaotic mess. Your dislike for him beyond his comprehension. All he ever did was be nice, so why did you not give him the time of day? Gifts nor compliments, nothing was good enough for you. He had never did anything like this before. Chase after someone. Love, actually love someone.

For your attention, he was willing to do whatever.He longed to be useful to you. Be at your beck and call at any time like a loyal dog. Everything from your terrible posture to your poor diet to your sleep schedule, he could take care of it. He could take care of you.

In the end, he had no patience, he couldn't stand the wait— he had to ask you out. A spontaneous minute that he wished he could take back. Stutters left his lips while he tried to make the date sound super romantic. Roses, candle lit dinner, moonlight. A perfected plan delivered with anxious jitter. Red face burning hotter than glowing coals and big, round eyes awaited the response.

"Eh... no thanks."

His eyes twitched. You were a loser! A common known label that he hated to use. But how could you turn down the first guy who pursued you? Choosing fictional anime crushes over a live flawless boy pleading for a date. How long were you going to stay in your lonely shell as a kissless virgin?

His determination didn't waver. He was willing to do anything to win you over. Countless attempts turned down due to excuses. Weeks after weeks of him chasing after you. You were driving him insane. Like you were doing this on purpose. "No?!? W-Wha... Why not? You don't want to go outside, you don't want to come to my place, why... Why can't I come to yours? I-I don't care if it's messy or if it s-smells. I actually love it. Um, I just need a chance, please. I need to prove to you that my love is real."

How did he end up being the one begging at your feet? Fingers clenching around your calves, while he looked up with a shameful blush on his face. Embarrassing himself in front of everyone he knew. Their gasps and murmurs ringing through his ears. Humiliation turning his body weak. Hot unwanted tears flooding his vision. He didn't care— he couldn't take the rejection anymore.

"Please believe me, please. It hurts so bad. Ah, I can't breathe. I love you so much. Pleasepleaseplease don't push me away. Don't cast me aside. I want to be with you. I want to be with you..."

He could barely make out your face with the fat tears rolling down his cheeks. His forehead rested on your knee, his head down as if waiting a death sentence. It was getting more awkward the longer he stayed on his knees. Yet he stayed glued to the harsh, cold floor. He'd never felt emotions to this level of intensity before you came. The hurt tightening his chest. A vice grip clamping down to crush his lungs.

Rubbing the back of your neck, you sighed. Feeling bad about the dishevelled flawed mess he turned into. Sweat worked up on your skin from the many eyes staring at the scene.

"You won't stop until I say yes, huh? I guess you proved you were telling the truth. So, fine. Let's get going now... You brought quite the audience here."

"..." His head remained stuck against your knees. Hands shaking against your legs while he exhaled. Not budging at all. The hushed whispers exchanged in the background making your blood boil. "What are you guys staring at? Scram! Go away! Leave him alone."

And they slowly faded one by one. You ran a hand through the soft, silky hair of the needy boy. More attentive to the mess on the floor to care about your surroundings anymore. Sitting on the floor beside him, you lazily wrapped his arms around your neck. A finger pressing his chin up so you could take a good look at him. He sniffed. Eyes all puffy and red. A deprived beg escaping his glossy lips.

"Please... I—"

You cut him off with a small smile. "You can hug me until you're satisfied. I'll be here."

Arms tangled tighter around you. Head tilted in, and you realized what this meant. A hint of anxiety bursted butterflies your stomach. But you went for it. Suppressing the flinch and moving in. Eyes half-lidded when velvety flesh met. Low hum buzzing from him. He pulled you closer and closer. Lips parted while you snaked your tongue into his mouth. A loud moan met your eardrums. Your little theory of him wanting you to take charge confirmed correct.

He melted like butter despite how you barely knew what you were doing. Uneven movements and unsure licks were just met with pathetic whimpers. Each stroke of saliva making him hot and dizzy. You had a way of making him unbelievably sensitive. No clue to why he felt like this was his first real kiss too. Never understanding the fuss about this pleasant feeling until now.

He pulled back for breathe much too soon, and panted against your face. "I'm so glad we found each other, darling. C-can I call you that? Since I'm your b-boyfriend now... Right?"

You didn't answer. He didn't give you a chance to. Another peck was placed on your lips. Desperate tongue reaching to wet your lips while you cupped his face. Hands grabbing your wrists to ensure you keep them there. Determination ran through him; He was going to plead and plead until you finally gave in.

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P.S.T INTERLUDES. 1 | Sticky ft Aespa, Itzy.

Male reader x Aespa, Itzy

Special guests: Seulgi, Nayeon.

word count: 16.8k words

tags: o r g y, anal, facefuck, blowjob, ass eating, pussy eating, bi, fingering, squirt, foot worship, creampie, anal creampie, pool party sex, facial, overstimulation, office sex, footjob, idk what the fuck else i don't remember anymore

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To be honest with yourself, you didn't know what the hell was going on in your life or where it was headed. You just knew that you were in a bigger game than you'd like, with very powerful people and surrounded by hungry crows.

The first few days were a mess. The cultural integration contracting company thing had ended up happening for real, and you were the director. Obviously you couldn't run something like that—no matter how much of a facade for dirty work it was— from your apartment. That's why you were assigned a space in a large corporate building in the center of Seoul. It wasn't too big, it only had your office and a small reception area where you had a guy working. A university intern who you quickly hit it off with.

Gunwook had given you a little training course before you started, since you had no fucking idea how to act like a businessman. He had been behaving great with you, constantly checking in on you to see if you needed anything or helping you with minor problems. You appreciated that he genuinely cared, so it wasn't hard for you to start to trust him for real.

But despite having an office, a pretty good salary—because yes, you were on both SM's payroll and your own company's. You were ignorant of the legality of that—, and the great relief of not having a boss (not as such), you still weren't entirely sure what exactly your new role with the girls was going to be.

So far all you'd done were a few minor tasks for various companies, like giving discreet rides to and from dinners. There was one rather fun thing you were a part of, though, and that was dealing with a vengeful ex-boyfriend who wanted to keep some racy photos to himself. Woolim had given you the freedom to handle the matter as you saw fit, whether by fair means or foul. You weren't exactly a promoter of violence, so you settled on negotiating a payment that turned out to be surprisingly cheap. The company was so pleased that they gave you a bonus, and Yeonhee even sent you the photos and videos you had retrieved for her. Hot as fuck, by the way.

You could tell that your only real concern was Noh Jihye, but everything about that was quiet, in an aura of mystery that had you frustrated at first, but meditating on the subject made it stop being an emotional burden for you. That had been her decision, and if she thought that was the best route to take so that you could all get to a better place, so be it.

But damn, you missed her. Too much. It hurt you not to have her by your side. It hurt you not to be able to hug her, kiss her, and see her wrinkle her nose when she smiled. It hurt you not to hear her scold the girls, or go here and there giving orders left and right. It hurt you not to be able to talk to her about the music you made her listen to. Everything. Everything about remembering her hurt like seven hells.

If only there was a time machine. Fuck, you'd pay anything for it.

But speaking of your current life and also time, if there was one thing you were grateful for, it was being able to adjust your entire schedule to your liking and do everything without rushing or external pressure. That was incredible. Especially for your plans for that night. There was just over a week left until the pool party at the ITZY girls' house, but that day you would have Chaery all to yourself.

Yeji and Karina, or rather, your personal therapists, had been of great help to you all those days, helping you to cope with everything in the best way and put your thoughts in order. But at that point you no longer knew exactly what you expected or what you wanted. The only thing you did know was that Chaery deserved to know everything that was going through your head at that moment and how you felt about it, so that she could also tell you what she thought about the situation. Sure, it would be a rough conversation, but even if that night changed everything with her, at least you would have a nice memory to cherish beforehand. Still, you were kinda anxious about it.

You were about to shut down your Mac and close the office for the day. Your plan was to leave early, go to the grocery store and get both fresh ingredients for dinner and soju to drink. But as soon as you stood up, three knocks were heard at your door. It couldn't be your receptionist; you had sent him home an hour ago already.

You frowned and sat back down in your chair.

"Come in!" you said.

Imagine the twists and turns of fate. Against all odds, Kang Seulgi walked into your office. A couple of months ago you would have been happy to see her, but now she just reminded you of the one persona non grata you had. It was a bittersweet feeling.

"You're a hard man to get a hold of huh?" she asked, approaching your desk with her hands in the pockets of her denim jacket.

“Did you forget what your best friend did or what?” you asked, leaning back in your chair, holding your right wrist in your left hand above your abdomen.

“Of course not,” Seulgi replied, standing just across the desk. “But it doesn’t seem fair that I’m being punished for something I didn’t do.”

“And you’re right, it’s not fair,” you shook your head. “But just looking at you reminds me of the person who manipulated not one,” you counted with your fingers. “But two of my best friends.”

Seulgi sighed, looking up at the ceiling and then back at you.

“My mission here failed before it even started, then?”

You looked back at her silently before looking away with a snort. She didn’t deserve to be treated that way. You owed that woman too much, and you had too many good times together. It wasn’t fair to either of you.

“You know what?” You stood up and turned your back to Seulgi to grab a bottle of Hennessy X.O cognac and two small crystal glasses from your shelf; you placed them both on your desk, one for her and one for you, and filled them. “Come on, have a seat.”

Seulgi gave a small smile and sat down in front of the desk. You sat back down as well.

“Well...” you picked up your glass of cognac and stirred it carefully. “Kang Seulgi. You came here knowing you were going against the tide, so you might as well start talking.”

She chuckled, and picked up her glass to take a sip of the drink. You did the same.

“Oh my, how things have changed huh?” She smiled at you, her lips curled. “You’ve come so far in such a short time. You don’t know how proud I am of you.”

The smile on her face told you that she was being genuine. Maybe she was just messing with you, but nostalgia and your fondness for her were softening you up.

“Thanks,” you smiled back. “But I never wanted to be in this seat, to be honest. I was fine with having a job that kept my visa valid, and I could definitely be doing worse jobs.”

Seulgi blushed and downed the rest of the cognac in one gulp, setting the glass back on the desk with a soft thud.

“Would you pour me another, please?” she asked.

“Sure,” you set your glass on the edge of your side of the desk and stood up to grab the bottle. You heard her shuffling around behind you, but you weren’t sure what she was doing. When you turned around, Seulgi had shifted her position, her bare feet now propped up on the desk. “Oh.”

She flexed her fingers as you refilled her glass, knowing she had your attention.

“Remember your first week as a masseuse?” Seulgi asked as you took your seat again. “You were shaking like a mouse being hunted by a cat the moment I entered that room.”

She smiled and giggled. You knew she wasn’t mocking you; there was nothing but affection behind her words.

“You were my fourth client and my first celebrity client,” you said with a smile, remembering that day. “None of those bastards told me what I was supposed to do with you.”

“But you caught on quickly,” she said as you downed the rest of the cognac in one gulp. “It helped quite a bit that the parlor paid for all my services that day,” she brought her glass close to her lips. “And they warned me in detail that they were testing a new guy before I came in.”

Seulgi laughed, and before you could respond she stood up, grabbed the chair by the back, and rolled it over to your side of the desk, just to your left. She then sat up, pulling her feet onto your lap and staring at you intently.

“Would you spoil me a little?” she asked.

You sighed, not being able to help but bring your hands to her feet to massage them. After all, Seulgi was the one primarily responsible for your little sexual foot awakening. She had the top spot in the podium, easily. Followed by Rose, Miyeon, and Yuna.

“Is it necessary to play with me like this?” you asked, focused on Seulgi’s feet as she took another sip of cognac. “You know I have a soft spot for you; if it weren’t for you my career would have been stillborn.”

“I’m not playing with you, honey,” she said with the glass in her hand. “I’m trying to break down your barriers so you’ll be ready to hear what I’m going to say to you.”

You laughed, shaking your head in disbelief.

“Alright Miss Smooth, I’m all ears.”

Seulgi downed the rest of her glass in one gulp again, now setting it down on the desk with a loud tap.

“Remember when you had me on the table completely naked and you were still in your uniform?” she asked with a giggle. “I knew you were doing your best, but your hands were so shaky you couldn’t figure out a single key.”

“Oh my god,” you sighed, embarrassed. “Are you going to make me remember that?”

“Just listen to me, silly,” she swatted the back of your hand. “You remember perfectly what happened next; I told you to strip and treat me like you would treat any beautiful naked woman in front of you.”

“You also told me it was just you and me in that room and to forget about the outside world,” you continued, remembering every detail.

“And what happened next?”

“I was able to get out of my own head and give you a nice massage,” you smiled, rubbing between Seulgi’s toes.

She slowly moved her other foot up your chest, until she reached your mouth and stuck her big toe inside. It was inevitable not to suck on it; it would be sacrilege.

“I’d say you gave me more than just a massage,” Seulgi said, as she took off her jacket and was left in just the gray t-shirt she wore underneath. “That part was amazing. But it took you time to develop your massage skills.”

As you sucked on her finger, your mind turned on and began to rev like an eight-cylinder engine. How the hell could that woman be so attractive, seductive, funny, and endearing at the same time?

"You still won't tell me what you came to tell me," you said, sticking out her toe for a moment before moving on to the others.

"What I came to tell you is to trust me like you did that time," Seulgi said, and you heard a soft moan come out of her mouth at the treatment you were giving to her feet. "Forget everything outside this office and think of me only as a pretty woman, and let nothing else matter."

You knew that wasn't an explicit invitation for you to fuck her like you did that day, but to simply listen to her like you would anyone else and forget about prejudices.

“Seulgi, just talk please,” you said, reluctantly removing her toes from your mouth. “I’m ready to hear it.”

Seulgi lowered the foot she had in your mouth and placed it next to the other on your lap to take a deep breath.

“Look, I want you to consider forgiving Irene, I’m not asking you to do it now!” she said with her hands raised, seeing that you were about to instantly get defensive. “Not tomorrow either. I’m not even asking you to forgive her for her sake. I’m asking you to forgive her for yours and Jihye’s sake, and in a somewhat selfish way for mine too,” she placed a hand over yours. “You and I have already come a long way together to just throw it all away like this.”

You looked at your hands together and closed your eyes with a deep breath. You lowered your head, thinking about it for a moment, and ended up shaking your head slightly in denial.

“I can’t do it right now,” you said, looking up. “But I’m not closed to it. As horrible as her actions were, I know she’s just another victim of the disgusting chess game we’re all stuck in.”

Seulgi sighed in relief, squeezing your hand.

"Glad you feel that way," she nodded. "Us Red Velvet girls are really sorry for what happened and wanna make it up to you. But only Wendy and I are free and in town right now. So, just let us know when you're free and we'll swing by. Still the same apartment, right?"

“Aha, same apartment where I’ve fucked you in every corner,” you chuckled. “I haven’t seen Wendy in a while. Last time was on a flight back to Canada, and that ended up being my first time on a plane. Funny.”

“Huh?!” Seulgi frowned, mouth agape. "She never told me that! I'm going to kick her ass when I see her."

"Please don't. I want an ass to pound other than yours when you two go to the apartment."

You and Seulgi burst out laughing.

"Well, I've already taken up too much of your time sweetheart, and from what I've heard these past few days, it's very valuable," she then moved her foot a little in your lap, to put it on top of your bulge and squeeze it with her toes. "So why don't you let me make it up to you with a footjob? And who knows..." she bit her bottom lip. "Maybe something else."

"You know I've never said no to your feet, Miss Kang."

Without her asking you unbuttoned your pants and pulled them and your boxers down to your knees. Seulgi immediately put her feet to work: with one she pushed your semi-hard cock back, and with the other she massaged both the underside and your balls. It was the same routine start she always did, but it always made you moan out the same way.

"I remember the first time I did this you didn't even know how to feel," Seulgi giggled, rubbing your cock and tip with both sets of toes. "But then you got hard, just like now, until you started to melt."

Seulgi had you hard in a matter of a couple of seconds, and now while she massaged your balls with one foot she massaged the back of your cock with the other.

“How could I not when you use those feet like your hands?” you gasped, looking into her eyes.

Seulgi turned your chairs face to face, spit on her hand, and brought it to your cock to make it slippery for the next phase. She caught your shaft between both soles of her feet, and rubbed it slowly up and down. There you went again, fuck. That feeling never got old.

“I was fascinated by your cock from the first moment too,” she gasped, staring at you as she moved her feet up and down your cock. “All I could think about was how crazy I was for having it inside my mouth… and stretching my tight pussy.”

“And you did both,” you replied, alternating your gaze between her eyes and your cock. “You liked how I fucked you on the massage table huh? You looked so fucking sexy… all oiled up and moaning like crazy.”

"Oh I fucking loved it," Seulgi moaned softly. She was moving her feet faster now. "I've never been fucked that good in my life."

"And I've never fucked a pussy that tight," you gasped. "And your ass... fuck, your ass was a spiritual ascendancy."

"Yeah," she nodded, rubbing your cock with one foot and the circumference of your tip with the other before continuing. "You weren't merciful at all, I must say. It hurt to sit on it for like two days."

"It was your fault for showing how hot you looked on your hands and knees," you said, before losing the ability to think straight thanks to how good her feet felt. "And threatening me that if I didn't you'd give me a bad review."

A giggle escaped Seulgi.

"You had to be encouraged somehow," she said. "But it was worth it, wasn't it? You came really fucking hard in my ass, and god, your moans were music to my ears."

You had an appointment, you couldn't overextend yourself. You had an appointment, you couldn't overextend yourself. You had…

"Oh god fuck it," you snorted, and jumped to your feet to stand in front of her, grab her face and bend down a little to crash your lips against hers.

Seulgi moaned against your lips as she met them, grabbing your cock to stroke it. You reached down her jeans and unbuttoned them, pulling the zipper down so she could pull them down her legs. Then you reached between her legs, rubbing her slit over her already wet panties.

"I'm afraid we have to be quick," you murmured against her lips. "I have an appointment in a little while."

"How much time do we have?" she asked.

"About ten minutes."

"More than enough."

You helped her to her feet. Seulgi kicked her pants off her heels, and you fell back into your chair. She straddled you, taking advantage of the space in your seat to position her knees on either side of your hips. Your lips met once more, and in the middle of the kiss she lifted her hips, pushed her panties aside, and grabbed your cock to slowly impale herself on it.

"Ohhh god," Seulgi moaned, throwing her head back slightly and wrapping her arms around your neck as your cock forced its way through those tight, warm walls. "I missed this so fucking much."

"Do I still have exclusivity over this pussy?" you asked, hands on that lethal waist. Both of them ran up and down the sides of her torso, caressing beneath her shirt.

"What do you think?" She asked back, giving you pecks on the lips. “Does it feel just as tight as ever?”

With your entire length already inside her you placed your hands on her gorgeous ass and made her start moving up and down. You two loved it slow and deep, and that’s how she did it, her hands stroking through your hair and her moans muffled against your lips.

“Just as tight as a year and a half ago,” you panted, and squeezed both of her ass cheeks. “And what about this ass? Still mine?”

“Baby, all of me is yours until someone who truly deserves me comes along,” Seulgi replied, holding on tight to your head and moving a little harder. “So you can rest easy.”

"I'm not gonna lie, it makes me a little jealous thinking about another man fucking this pussy someday," you gave her a small spank, and pulled away from her lips to bury your face in her neck, kissing and sucking.

Seulgi moaned, her fingers gripping a handful of your hair. She planted her feet on the seat, and began bouncing hard against your cock. Your office wasn't fully furnished yet, so the smacks echoed off the walls and added to your moans.

"That won't happen for a while," she said, bouncing faster and making you moan against her neck in the process. "In fact, you don't even have to worry about it yet."

Without anything else to say, you sought out her lips again, to fuse them with yours in a messy kiss. Seulgi clung to your neck, and you put an arm behind her waist to lift yourself up with her and sit her on the edge of your desk. She spread her legs, and you placed your hands on the desk and fucked her with the sole intention of making both of you cum as soon as possible.

Seulgi broke the kiss and you looked into each other's eyes. Her face twisted little by little, eyes rolled back and mouth half open until she dropped her head back to cum on your cock. You slowed down as she enjoyed her climax, but you picked it up again just seconds later. Not even a minute passed when you felt yourself about to cum.

"On your knees," you said, and took a step back to get out of her.

Seulgi got off your desk and got on her knees in front of you, looking up at with her tongue out. You stroked your cock, tip pressed against her tongue. A few seconds later you came, shooting your entire load inside her mouth.

“Oh god,” you gasped, slowly moving your hand on your cock as Seulgi took every drop of cum onto her tongue. When you finished, she closed her mouth and swallowed it all without hesitation.

“Do you need help with anything before you go?” she asked, her breathing ragged just like yours. You chuckled at the drastic change in personality.

“Just go turn off the lights in the reception area while I get things organized here,” you said, brushing a strand of sweaty hair off her forehead.

“Okay,” she nodded, and turned away from you to get dressed.

When you both got dressed—or rather, she, because you only had to pull your pants and boxers back up—Seulgi went out to do what you asked and you stayed putting everything back in its place. When you finished, you left your office together, and once outside, you both got into your cars and went your separate ways.

You were glad to know that you were on time. The quickie with Seulgi had barely taken up any time, and you had arrived at the grocery store with plenty of time to spare. Within fifteen minutes, you were already paying, and within twenty minutes, you were already in your apartment.

The first thing you did was leave your things in the kitchen and run to take a shower. When you got out of the bathroom, you got to work cooking dinner, with your hair still wet but well combed so that it didn't look like a bird's nest when it dried. You expected Chaery to come any minute, but at some point you were so wrapped up in your concentration on not screwing up the recipe that you freaked out when you heard the door to your apartment open.

You looked up at the entrance hallway the moment Lee Chaery made her appearance, being as always the ray of sunshine that made you feel at home, with that beautiful smile and those adorable little eyes that sparkled when she saw you for the first time in several months.

The first thing she did was run towards you, round the kitchen island and go straight into your arms with a cute squeal. You hugged her, and she grabbed your face to plant a big kiss on your lips.

"I'm so happy you're back baby!" she squealed, hugging you again with all her might. Then she pulled away again, and her face changed completely before she slapped you. She didn't hit you hard, she just made you laugh. "But don't ever make the girls lie about something like that again!"

“How did you know?” you tilted your head.

“I saw Aespa’s pictures at the airport the same day,” she replied, holding onto your shoulders. “Do you think I’m stupid or what? And Lia is terrible at lying.”

You sighed. The truth is, you didn’t have much hope for her or Yeji and yet they still managed to disappoint you.

“I should have known better then,” you shrugged. “But I hope what I bought you in America makes you feel better.”

You stepped away from her and went to the dining table, where you had the small box containing her gift. You handed it to her, and as she opened it she raised her eyebrows with her mouth half open as she picked up the bracelet.

“Well?” you asked as she detailed each gemstone on it.

“I…”

Her eyes filled with tears. You instantly became alarmed.

"No no no why are you going to cry sweetie?" you gently grabbed her chin so she would look at you as two tears rolled down each of her cheeks. "You don't like it?"

"I love it darling," Chaery nodded, snuggling into your chest. You sighed in relief, wrapping your arms around her. You had almost forgotten how weepy she was. "It's beautiful, really. Thank you so much."

"I'm glad you like it," you smiled, ruffling her hair. "You know I love you, don't you?"

"Yeah I do," she nodded, clinging to you. She then looked at you and gave you a couple of pecks on the lips. "Almost as much as I love you."

"Would you help me with dinner?" you asked. "I feel like I'll screw something up at any moment and I don't want to."

Chaery giggled, and you felt all your energy restored just by seeing her smile so cutely.

"Sure, come on," she nodded.

Chaery went to leave her stuff on the couch and came back to help you, making the next twenty minutes just the perfect therapy you needed to take a break from all the unbearable drama you'd been a part of the past few days. It all felt like months ago, when you and Chaery lived together like any normal couple and were happy with each other, without worries or third parties bothering you.

But something didn't fit. Every time you got a smile out of her, you seemed to notice that that smile instantly faded too quickly. Her body language wasn't quite right either, and that was especially noticeable in how she always had her eyes downcast, something typical of her when she was worried or sad about something. You thought you knew why beforehand. But you didn't want to say anything so you wouldn't have to be the one to burst the bubble.

"Go set the table, honey, please," you told her, seeing that she was a little disconnected from the kitchen.

"Sure?" she asked.

"Yeah, don't worry," you nodded.

Chaery didn't insist much more. She went to the right and went straight to the dining table to set out the plates and glasses. You stayed there putting the finishing touches on dinner, adding the red wine sauce and caramelized onions to the beef steaks and salting the mashed potatoes a little. With everything ready, you went to the fridge and took out the white wine, a Pouilly-Fuissé that you bought for the occasion. After leaving the bottle in the middle of the table, you brought the pans and cauldrons there as well to serve all the food directly on the plates. Chaery helped you by pouring the wine, and in less than five minutes everything was ready.

You sat on the left side of the table, right in front of Chaery. You hoped to do so with a smile on your face, but Chaery was still disconnected from reality, elbows on the table and chewing on the inside of her lips. You sighed, knowing that this was one of those days where she just wasn't going to talk unless you asked her.

"Honey, what's wrong?" You looked into her eyes, tilting your head.

Chaery looked up at you, but didn't hold her gaze for long.

"Nothing," she shook her head. "Later. I don't want to ruin the moment."

"I can't enjoy the moment if you seem more out than in."

Chaery huffed in frustration and looked at the ceiling. She was going to cry again, and you couldn't do anything to stop her eyes from filling with tears in just a couple of seconds.

"Why didn't you want to see me when you got home?" Chaery blurted out, looking into your eyes. "You like someone else now? Fuck, it's Karina right? I haven't been enough for you all this time?"

Tears started to fall down her cheeks. You knew you'd have to face that problem with her, but you didn't expect her to go so far as to blame herself.

"Huh?" you frowned, bewildered. "Honey, this has nothing to do with you! Don't ever think it does!"

Chaery slammed her hand down on the table and leaned forward.

"Oh don't give me that damn cliché about it not being me and it's you!" she yelled. "I know I deserve better than that!"

You hated yelling in your house, but you took a deep breath to not fight fire with fire. Arguments like that were always best avoided.

"It's not like that, honey, it's not like that," you shook your head. "But the reality is that I do feel like I'm hurting you. My job involves having sex with other people, have you ever wondered how that could end? Are you really telling me that you don't mind seeing me having sex with other girls? Fuck, I even have sex with your members, baby. That shit makes me feel terrible."

Chaery stared at you in silence, more tears falling down her cheeks.

"You made me come here to break up with me so you could feel better about yourself?"

"Baby, can you calm down? Those are not my intentions, I swear," you placed your hand on hers on the table. "I'm just having emotional run-ins, and Noze opened my eyes to wanting to talk things over with you. Just that. You're not the problem, nor do I want to break up with you."

Chaery was finally able to take a deep breath and calm down a bit. She wiped the tears from her cheeks with the sleeve of her sweater, and still a little irritated began to eat her steak.

“Go on,” she said, her eyes on her food.

“Well… I basically had this conversation with Jihye,” you weren’t going to tell her that it was in your hotel room, that would lead to more questions that you’d rather not address at the moment. “And something I mentioned led to her making me realize that I’m only fooling myself,” you looked down with a lump in your throat, remembering the real reason for that conversation in the first place. “Not just me, but everyone close to me. And that’s because my job requires me to always give a part of myself to my clients. And… and…”

Chaery interrupted you by reaching across the table and reaching the side of your face, caressing it affectionately with her thumb. Looking up you were met with her face already softened, but still teary-eyed.

“Oh honey, you are a very, very silly man,” she said, shaking her head slightly from side to side. "You're right, I don't know if I've thought too much about the future, but I know that right now I want to be with you. I know that I might not understand you completely, but it's not like my job doesn't come with the same problems. It's different, yes. But it's a commitment at the end of the day."

"But doesn't it bother you that sometimes I can't spend time with you because I'm... you know, with other people?"

Chaery let out a heavy breath and stood up to go stand beside you. She grabbed your face, made you look up at her and planted a small peck on your lips.

"I'd be lying if I said I didn't," she said, running a hand through your hair. "But I already knew what you did before I catched feelings for you," she booped your nose. "You've always made me feel special, and our time together is too. Besides, we all come with good and bad things."

She hugged you, and you clung to her waist, face pressed against her abdomen. You closed your eyes and breathed in relief, just enjoying her scent. That conversation could’ve ended worse, but right now it was going kinda smooth.

“Eat, sweetheart,” Chaery told you with a light scratch on the back of your neck. “Your food is going to get cold.”

You let go of her and were finally able to take your first look at your food. Chaery went back to her seat as you cut a piece of steak and brought it to your mouth.

“I can’t predict the future, no one can,” Chaery said, sitting down. “Maybe this won’t be enough for me someday, but I’m not worried about that possibility. I only care about us right now.”

“You’re too cute for me, Lee Chaeryeong,” you said, after swallowing the first bite of steak. “You’re too cute for this world, I dare say.”

A small smile formed on Chaery’s face.

“Then consider yourself lucky,” she said, and winked at you before beginning to eat as well.

“I already do,” you replied with a chuckle.

And yes, you always did. Every day. For quite a few reasons.

With that out of the way for now, the two of you were free to enjoy dinner in peace. Chaery went back to being the smiley, fun girl you knew, allowing you to catch up on all the things that had happened over the past few months, both in her life and yours. Yours was considerably more dramatic, but she had a few music show gossips from her Cake promotions that were pure fire.

After dinner, you spent the night like any couple would in a normal situation. Of course, your situation was anything but normal, but that didn’t stop you from enjoying each other’s company. First, you laid on the couch watching TikToks for like two hours, and then you played poker card games for like another two. The fun ended when Chaery got sleepy, and if she wanted to go to bed, you went without a fuss.

You were already lying in bed, in shorts and a hoodie as you waited for Chaery, who was doing her stuff in the bathroom. She emerged ten minutes later, in nothing but a black crop top and a pair of pink panties. Months might pass, but you never failed to go crazy for those toned abs and thighs, and Chaery knew it.

"Did you miss this view?" Chaery asked, walking over to you. Reaching the edge right next to you, she turned around and lifted her butt cheeks with her fingers to tease you.

"Oh what do you fucking thing?" you replied, and instinctively grabbed her hips to plant your face in her ass and pepper her butt cheeks with kisses.

Chaery giggled. She let you be happy for a few seconds until she turned around and pushed you by your shoulders back onto the pillow.

"Hey, hey, what do you think you're doing?" Chaery asked, bringing one knee up onto the bed and then laying against the side of your body, her thigh over your abdomen. She kissed you, and you wrapped your arms around her tight body. The kiss got intense within seconds, and you were already groping her ass when she pulled away and rolled over you to reach her side of the bed. "Nu-uh sweetie."

"Oh come on!" you whined with a desperate giggle, even kicking your feet.

"I'm sorry but you have to be in shape for this weekend, baby," she said, getting under the covers and turning her back to you, something she always did to get you to cuddle her from behind. "The girls would kill me if I took you out of concentration for the pool party."

"Not even...?" you ventured. "Not even a little?"

"Nope."

You sighed, harder than a rock under your shorts, but decided not to push her and cuddled her from behind, burying your face in the back of her neck.

"For the record, I'm not going to have any mercy on you when I catch you," you murmured, closing your eyes.

"Uhh, I'm so scared," Chaery replied, and then giggled. "Give me a kiss and let me sleep, okay?"

Chaery turned her face towards you, and you lifted yours to give her a couple of kisses on the lips goodnight.

"I love you sweetie," you said, and settled back down. "Good night."

"I love you too, darling," Chaery replied, intertwining her fingers with yours. "Get a good night's sleep."

The rest of the week was exhaustingly boring. Just meetings with different labels and Gunwook, who kept instructing you on how to behave and how to handle yourself in certain situations within the game that you were once again, unfortunately, a part of. You didn't like starting to think like a man in a suit, but what choice did you have? It was that or lose everything. Sacrifices had to be made from time to time. And to be honest, you were willing to make any sacrifice as long as you didn't lose the life you had.

The funniest thing was finding a package outside your apartment the day before the party when you got home. Opening it, you immediately recognized it as a classic Ryujin move. It was a box filled with fresh fruit, especially pineapple slices, with a little note that said: 'I hope you come with a big appetite tomorrow.'

Now, you were excited, yes, but part of you was terrified of how you were going to survive nine horny people together. Something similar had happened in that hotel room with the Aespa backup dancers and the girls, or on the plane with them and Jihye. But this time it was nine fucking people, nine. Almost double what you had tried so far. All of those experiences felt like triathlons. What the fuck would this be? Climbing Mount Everest with nothing but slippers and a wooden stick?

May God bless you and give you strength, because it felt like a divine test.

As if the pineapple slices weren't enough, that same night when you went to sleep and could finally check your phone in peace, you found text messages from each of the girls who would be attending the party, a mix of dirty messages, nudes, and teasing about keeping up the pace tomorrow. You had excellent material for some self-fun before bed, but you did a great job of willpower to be 100% tomorrow.

The day of the party finally arrived. That morning you woke up late by your standards, 11PM compared to an unfailing 8AM. But you were quick to eat breakfast and get ready to go out and do all the things you had to do before going to the girls' house.

You didn't want to get there empty-handed, so on the way you stopped by a liquor store to buy beer and soju. While you were paying you received a voice message from Karina and Yeji, asking you why you were taking so long and telling you to hurry up. They also attached a single-view photo, which when opened was a panoramic photo of the pool, where all the girls were naked at different spots.

But there was someone else in the photo that you didn't recognize since she had her back turned. She had short, dark brown hair, and a deliciously fleshy body, especially in her thighs.

The fun was going to be crazy, for sure.

After paying for the beer and soju you hurried to your car, left the bags on the passenger seat and stepped on the accelerator to the girls' house.

You arrived in a little over five minutes. After parking right in front of the entrance, you grabbed the bags and got out of the car to go ring the bell. About thirty seconds later Beelzebub and Astaroth opened the door.

"Clothes off immediately!" Ryujin said, grabbing your shirt to pull you inside.

"This house is a no clothes zone all day," Minjeong said, closing the door.

You closed your eyes and let out a heavy sigh as one stripped you from the waist up and the other from the waist down. You knew those two were going to get along, but not this well. It was terrifying to think of what they could be capable of together.

After stripping, you grabbed the bags again and followed them through the garage area and up the stairs, then you turned right, and up another flight of stairs to reach the first floor, where you only had to go through a small hall to get inside the house.

You walked straight out to the pool area right in front, and you didn't know under what rock to hide in when all the girls squealed in excitement when they saw you had arrived. You avoided eye contact with everyone, and with a nervous smile you ran back inside to drop off the bags, leaving behind a round of laughter and chatter.

But as you set foot in the area that comprised both the kitchen and the living room, you noticed a person sitting to your right, on the large couch you once fucked Ryujin on while all the other girls slept. Turning to see who it was, you froze, both from fear and nerves.

Im Nayeon. TWICE's leader and entertainment industry icon, completely naked, one meaty leg crossed over the other and her back straight as she looked at her phone with her lips curved into a small smile. It took her a few seconds to notice your presence.

"Oh, hello," she told you, putting the phone down.

You were flabbergasted, the words blurring in your mouth. That to-die-for body of hers wasn't helping your concentration either.

"A-Ah, uh..." you stuttered, and closed your eyes for a moment to gather your thoughts. "Oh my god, hello," you bowed.

Nayeon giggled, bowing back in her seat.

"There are nine more naked women out there," she said, staring at you. "Why are you getting nervous around me?"

"Because I didn't expect you to be here," you replied. "And well... it's my first time seeing you in person and you're already naked."

Just then you felt someone hug you from behind, a pair of perky tits against your back. Glancing over your shoulder, Yeji gave you a peck on the cheek.

“Consider yourself lucky for skipping all the stages required to see me naked then,” Nayeon replied, now looking at Yeji behind you. “Thank her; she said she was going to top our pool parties, and I couldn’t miss something like that.”

“I’d be lying if I said I didn’t do it on purpose,” Yeji said, taking your bags from you to go bring them to the kitchen island counter. “It’s easy to get you to do things when it involves competitiveness.”

One more person came in with you, and just from glancing at her you already knew who it was.

“Oh, I see you’ve already met,” Rina said, coming up beside you to take your hand and give you a kiss on the cheek. “Everything okay? Did you have breakfast?”

“Yup, everything’s okay,” you nodded, grabbing her waist to kiss her back.

“Oh, you guys are a couple?” Nayeon asked. You didn’t quite understand why.

You and Rina looked at each other with frowns, equally confused. Then you looked at her.

“No?” you both answered.

“Why do you think that?” Rina asked.

“I don’t know, you two look cute together,” Nayeon shrugged.

You took it in good humor, with a friendly giggle. But Rina looked away, probably blushing.

“Hey, do you want some beers?” Yeji asked from the fridge. Turning around you saw that the entire freezer section of the fridge was packed.

“Were you waiting for me?” you asked, also noticing that there were no empty cans anywhere.

"Yeah, we wanted to be together before we started having fun," Yeji replied, pulling out four beers. "You know why."

Yeji came back to you and handed you the beers.

"Why don't you come sit with me?" Nayeon asked. "You have things to update me on. All three of you."

"Me?" you asked, and sat to her right, not too close, at least a leg's length away from you. Yeji sat to her left, and Rina sat to your right. She did stick close to you, thigh to thigh.

"Yeah, you," Nayeon nodded after taking a sip of her beer. "You fucked every single one of us here except me, you must have some interesting things to say."

And you did. The next 40 minutes were based on you and Rina telling anecdotes about the tour, which weren't exactly few. It was perfect, because every few minutes the girls would join you there to add details to the stories, until you were all inside the living room or outside, right on that side of the pool.

But you could already smell that everything was about to get out of hand. Nayeon was really smooth about it, but you could tell she was slowly getting closer to you, until your thigh was pressed against hers. Before that you weren't particularly turned on, but when she put her hand on your thigh near your cock it got hard in a matter of seconds.

Nayeon hadn't noticed yet, neither had Yeji or Karina. But the other girls had, and just to tease you they started doing things they knew would make you extremely horny. Ryujin, Minjeong, and Yuna went to a corner to make out and grope each other; Ning, Lia, and Aeri were at the edge of the pool, splashing water on each other with lots of physical contact, and Chaery was next to Yeji, giving her little kisses on the shoulders and neck.

You were trying your best to hide the fact that you were throbbing, but Nayeon only had to move her hand a little to find your erection.

"Oh, what's this?" Nayeon said, looking down at your cock and running a finger from the base to the tip. "I was starting to wonder how long it would take for you to get hard. Was it me?"

Rina placed a hand on your thigh and gently caressed it, bringing her face to your neck to kiss it.

“You were a key factor, yes,” you nodded, looking Nayeon in the eyes and then scrutinizing her body. “But those sluts over there don’t help.”

Nayeon looked at what you were pointing at with your chin. Ryujin, Minjeong, and Yuna—you’d call them the demonic trio—had gotten a little carried away, and now Minjeong was sitting on Ryujin’s thigh, while she kissed her neck and rubbed her pussy. Yuna was sitting next to Ryujin, sucking on Minjeong’s tits. On the other hand, Ning was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water; Aeri was in the water, between Ning’s legs, and Lia was sitting next to her while she kissed her. Nayeon finally turned to the left, to see Chaery and Yeji kissing.

"Wow, that was fast," Nayeon laughed, and looked at you.

"Yeah, that's how it is with those girls," you shrugged.

"And we're the only ones not kissing," she mentioned, and rubbed your cock and balls with the palm of her hand.

"Can I?" you asked.

"Can I what, boy? Kiss me? Touch me? Fuck me?" Nayeon raised an eyebrow.

"All of them."

Nayeon chuckled, and wrapped her fingers around your cock to rub it slowly.

"Come here then."

You lunged at her and crashed your lips together. Nayeon grabbed the left side of your neck with her free hand, while slowly stroking your cock with the other. You reached your left arm behind her waist and gripped your fingers to the side of her body, enjoying the soft flesh she had there. You placed your right hand on her belly, and from there she spread her legs a little so you could move down to her pussy and rub it.

Rina added her hand to Nayeon's on your cock, rubbing the base and your balls. She moaned against your neck entirely on purpose, trying to successfully get your engine going. Her tits pressed against your side also played a role in that.

A few seconds after tasting Nayeon's delicious lips you broke the kiss and turned to the other side to focus on Rina. You wrapped an arm around her neck and pulled her into a kiss. She moaned against your lips—this time for real—, and spread her legs for you to touch her pussy like you were doing with Nayeon.

Nayeon didn't waste any time and got off the couch to kneel between your legs, seconds later, you felt her tongue run up from the base of your cock to the tip and then be caught between her lips. To your left you felt Yeji take Nayeon's place, but you didn't feel her hands on you, you only heard her muffled moans in the middle of a kiss with Chaery.

You kissed Rina for a few more seconds until you pulled away and turned around out of pure curiosity. Chaery was straddling Yeji, making out while Yeji groped her all over. Yeji noticed your gaze and broke the kiss. Chaery looked at you too, and instinctively you leaned in to join in a three-way kiss with the two of them.

Nayeon had taken half of your cock into her mouth, and was slowly pumping her head up and down. Rina was quick to settle down lying on her side on the couch, and waited for her turn to also suck you off while you battled with Yeji and Chaery's tongues and lips.

With your hands free again you turned your torso towards the two of them. You placed your left hand on the back of Yeji's neck, and your right hand went to Chaery's ass to squeeze it and spank it. Then you brought the same hand between her buttocks to rub her folds.

"Who's gonna want me to eat their pussy first?" you asked between gasps, since Nayeon and Rina were enjoying sucking your cock together.

"Let it be Chaery," Yeji replied. "I want your cock in my mouth for a little while."

Chaery immediately got off Yeji and stood up on the couch to stand right in front of you, with her feet on either side of your hips and her pussy level with your face. Yeji laid down on your left side, and as she added her mouth to your cock, you grabbed Chaery's ass and made her press her pussy against your mouth.

Your girlfriend moaned, hands in your hair to tangle her fingers there and grab handfuls of it. You squeezed her firm ass, massaging both cheeks and eating her pussy with an insatiable hunger that was entirely due to her chastity with you a few days ago. Meanwhile, the three oldest of their respective groups were feasting on your cock. Your line of vision was blocked, but you knew that none of the three mouths left your shaft for even a second. They were licking, sucking your balls, pumping their lips up and down at different speeds, and kissing with your tip in between.

The house was soon filled with moans, not just from Chaery, but also from the rest of the girls who were having fun on their own. At that moment you wished you had eyes all over your body, just so you could see what was going on with all of them, but you only had two, and they were focused on staring at your girlfriend as you ate her pussy.

You reached up with one hand and added two fingers inside Chaery, slowly pumping faster and faster. Your tongue quickly worked on her clit as well. Within a minute, thanks to both of your stimuli, you had her cumming against your mouth, thighs shaking.

After a small peck to her pussy and her orgasm passed, she settled down and clung to the sides of your body with both knees to grab your face and kiss you. You wrapped your arms around her body, moaning against her lips and then moaning louder when you felt the warmth of a pussy against your tip. As you pulled away from the kiss and looked over Chaery's shoulder, you saw Nayeon with her back to you, leaning on your knees as Yeji lined your cock up with her pussy. Nayeon just had to inch her wide hips down, and within seconds her plump pussy was engulfing every inch of your shaft.

“Oh you weren’t fucking lying huh?” Nayeon asked, you didn’t know who to as she was staring at the ceiling. Her ass reached your pelvis soon after, making you moan at how warm her pussy felt inside.

“I never lie, unnie,” Yeji replied.

“Of course not,” you chimed in. “You suck at it. So what for?”

Chaery and Rina laughed. Nayeon was too enthralled by your cock that you were sure she didn’t even pay attention to what you said.

“Shut up ashole!” Yeji slapped your thigh, making you laugh for only a moment, because right away Nayeon started bouncing up and down on your cock.

Chaery kissed you again, forcing you to stop looking at Nayeon. You grabbed her by the waist, and brought two fingers back inside her pussy to pump them at full speed. She squealed against your lips, hugging your head tightly until you made her cum again. Then she collapsed to the left and fell on top of Yeji, who complained because she had hit her with her elbow in the ribs.

With Chaery on the far left of the couch you had a clear view again, not only of Nayeon, but also of the rest of the scene. The girls had already interspersed themselves with each other. At the edge of the pool, Aeri, Ryujin and Lia were together. Ryujin having her pussy eaten by Aeri and letting Lia use her face as a seat. Not far away, just to the left of the fireplace, Yuna was filling every part of Ning's body with kisses. The only one you didn't see was Minjeong, but that was because you hadn't noticed that she was walking towards Chaery, to straddle her and give her cuddles and kisses.

You didn't understand what the fuck was going on. But it felt like the festival of fucking debauchery.

Rina and Yeji were kissing above your abdomen, and Nayeon was bouncing hard and fast against your cock. The bumps of her ass against your pelvis took the air out of you for a second, but that pussy felt so good that you didn't care.

You didn't know whose idea it was because between so many moans you couldn't hear them, but Rina and Yeji changed positions to be on their backs and with their legs facing you. They raised their feet at the same time, presenting them on either side of your face. The invitation was clear, and you didn't hesitate to accept it. You sucked Yeji's toes first, then moved on to Rina's. This went on for a few long seconds until Nayeon gave a hard downward thrust and came on your cock.

"Oh god it feels so goood!" Nayeon moaned, moving slowly as she shuddered with slight spasms.

Nayeon stood up on still slightly shaky legs, turned around, and straddled you to kiss you again, hands on your shoulders and her pussy pressed against your juice-soaked cock. It was the perfect time to run your hands all over her body, every corner possible, but you particularly fixated on her waist, ass, and thighs.

"Unnie, move," Rina said to the right. "My turn."

Nayeon reluctantly broke the kiss.

"I'm not done with you," she told you. "I'm far from done, actually."

"Me neither," you replied. "I have a couple of ways I want to fuck you."

She grabbed your neck and licked your lips.

"I'll be waiting for you then."

Nayeon got off you and went to Yeji, who was already waiting for her with her legs spread. Rina took Nayeon's place on top of you, but she grabbed your cock and directly impaled herself slowly on it. As she lowered her hips, she grabbed your face and kissed you. You held her close, both arms around her waist until you were fully inside her. You sank down into the seat a little, so that when you broke away from her lips, you had her tits in front of your face, perfect for taking them into your mouth.

Rina started moving, nice and slow at first and then quicker, bouncing her tits against your mouth. You grabbed her ass, urging her to move faster and faster. Several spanks fell, making her whimper in pleasure and move her hips like an expert. A minute later, she planted her feet on the couch and began squatting on your cock, hard and fast while you groped her tits.

She came within seconds, but you instantly took the reins and began pumping your hips up and down, fucking her like crazy through her orgasm, hands under her ass as you stared at her. Maybe you got a little too lost in how hypnotic her facial expressions were, as you didn't notice when she came the second time and when you did.

"Oh fuck!" you groaned, realizing that you were shooting a huge load inside her. "I'm-"

"Don't you dare say you're sorry because that's exactly what I wanted," Rina moaned, shaking on top of you from her own orgasm and also the pleasure that you always gave her when you came inside her.

"Well, a little warning never hurts," you said, pulling her back to you for a kiss.

"You don't have to warn me about anything," Rina said against your lips. "I'm your cumslut and I'm happy to be."

You chuckled into the kiss, holding her tight to you.

"You better get off me, or we'll reinforce Nayeon's suspicions."

"Suspicions of what?" she asked. "We're not dating."

"No, but she’s an annoying woman sometimes."

Rina laughed, and gave you a peck on the nose that was sure to be the defining proof for Nayeon, but luckily she didn't see it.

“You have no idea,” she said, then climbed off you.

Looking to your left you found Nayeon kneeling on the floor again, eating out a spread-eagled Yeji’s pussy. Minjeong and Chaery were right next to her, your girlfriend surprisingly topping Minjeong as they scissored. You stood up and stood behind Nayeon.

“I got this,” you told her, a hand on her shoulder. “I recommend using Minjeong’s face as a chair, she’s a very good girl.”

Nayeon looked at you and then looked at Minjeong, who was moaning like crazy thanks to Chaery’s hellish pelvic thrusts, which you knew better than anyone were lethal.

“She is?” she asked, amused.

“Oh you have no idea,” you smirked. "I fucked her tied up one night at her request. You should have seen her."

"Too bad we don't have ropes handy, that would be fun," Nayeon said, and you helped her stand up so she could sit on Minjeong's face, and not only that, she also kissed Chaery in the meantime, both of them now grinding their hips on different parts of Minjeongie.

You now had Yeji all to yourself. She looked into your eyes, a seductive smile from ear to ear.

"Are you craving something?" she asked, running her fingers between her folds to tease you.

You fell to your knees between her legs. The couch was too low for you to reach her pussy comfortably with your mouth. Instead, you placed one hand on her left thigh and pushed two fingers inside her, all the way until your knuckles were barely out.

"How long has it been since I last fingered you to tears?" you asked, slowly pumping your wrist.

"Too long than I'd like," she replied with a gasp, and glanced over your shoulder at someone. "Oh, look who we have here."

You then felt a pair of firm tits pressed against your back, then a pair of arms wrap around you, one hand caressing your abdomen and the other your cock. Glancing over your shoulder you were met with Ning's sweet gaze, which always showed nothing but love and affection towards you.

"Oh hello sweetheart," you smiled, and reached back to subtly grab her head and plant a couple of kisses on her lips.

"Hey, my love," Ning told you with a small smile. "Go ahead and make her cry."

You looked back at Yeji and started pumping your wrist faster. Ning made sure your cock was getting back to full hardness little by little, being as gentle as possible with you as she pressed kisses to your back and held you close with her free arm. When you regained your erection, Ning spit on her hand and brought it back to your cock to stroke it very slowly. By then, both of your fingers were going in and out so fast that Yeji didn't even know what face to make. It was so much pleasure that she rolled her eyes, holding onto her own thighs until she came. However, you kept going, just as fast and hard, making her pussy sound like a pool splashing from how wet it was.

"Oh my fucking god!" Yeji growled, arching her back and biting her fist. Her mouth was permanently open, and her body paralyzed with pleasure until you made her cum for the second time. But you kept going and going, like a machine that never got tired. "Fuck fuck fuck fuck!!!" she screamed.

She brought her hands to her face for a second, desperate for not having anything to hold on to or a place to muffle her screams. When she pulled her hands away she looked at you with eyes full of tears, which began to fall in no time. Her face was a fucking wonder; she hadn't worn much makeup that day, but you were sure that she was almost as ruined as she was.

Yeji closed her eyes tightly and let more tears run down her cheeks. She pounded her fists at her sides, and between screams she writhed as if she were possessed before exploding with an intense squirt that you didn't expect.

"Oh lord!" Ning said from behind you, watching as Yeji had soaked your entire torso and was still letting out small streams in the midst of a climax that was melting her into the couch.

“I was hoping this would happen a little later, I’m not going to lie,” you said, and pulled your fingers out from inside Yeji. Your right arm was shaking a little; you had used a good amount of strength there.

"What did you expect?" Ning asked you, making you turn to her. You sat down on your ankles and grabbed her waist. "I've never seen you finger someone so hard before."

"She deserved it," you shrugged.

"And me?" Ning gently cupped your face and planted a couple of loving kisses. "I don't deserve a good fuck from my boy?"

"And don't even think about leaving me out," you heard a voice to your left. The voice of one of the three demons.

You turned around to find Shin Yuna crawling towards you like she was a damn cat hunting you. She came to your side, and grabbed your cock to give you a little lick on the chin.

"Do you know how much I missed you daddy?" she asked with a giggle, giving your cock a few strokes, and then looked at Ning. "Would you mind sharing him with me, Nini?"

"You'll do whatever you want anyway," Ning shrugged. "You're exactly like Minjeongie."

"Is that a compliment?"

"Not exactly."

"Me what?" you heard the voice of another of the demons.

"Oh my god..." you muttered to yourself, closing your eyes. By the time you opened them again, Kim Minjeong was standing right behind you, pussy still soaked and hair messy. "Weren't you being choked by a massive ass just now?"

"Well, I made Nayeon unnie cum fast on my face," she replied. "And your cute little girlfriend did wonders with our pussies together."

"And you're not exhausted?"

"Not even a little bit," she shook her head.

"Fine but I came first, bitches," Ning said, and she hugged your head to press your face against her tits. "I know your tricks."

"We weren't going to take priority from you, sweetheart," Minjeong nuzzled her cheek. "We're good girls today."

You couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Hey! What are you laughing at?" Minjeong gave you a tiny kick on the thigh. She then fell to her knees beside you.

"You two are as good girls as I am a nuclear engineer," you said, picking Ning up and carefully laying her down on her back. Luckily the floor wasn't cold, rather warm thanks to the sun.

"Don't be so exaggerated!" Yuna protested. "I've been a good girl to you more than once!"

Ning spread her legs for you and you got between them to top her and shower her neck with kisses.

"I don't remember a single time when you were," you said, trailing kisses down Ning's chest until you reached the pair of tits that fascinated you and brought them to your mouth.

"I was that time when Ryujinie had made you so jealous that you looked like you were about to implode!"

"That time you had no choice," you replied, licking one of Ning's nipples while she stroked your hair. "But I'll give you that."

Minjeong didn't even dare to protest. She knew she didn't have a single argument to make; anything she said would just leave her further in the mud.

You spent a few seconds giving Ning the proper treatment she deserved, which included kisses all over, caresses, and subtlety. After the little foreplay was over, you stood up straight, grabbed your cock, and took it very slowly inside her, making it as enjoyable as possible for her.

Ning sensually arched her back, letting out a long moan as she took every inch inside her. You moved both hands up from her belly to both of her tits, squeezed them, and moved back down to grab her thighs and press them back. Then you started to move your hips, taking every inch in and out.

Minjeong laid down on Ning's right to kiss her, like she so often did when you three fucked together. But this time there was a fourth factor. A factor that was chaotic and always knew how to show how daring she was.

"Daddy, how much did you miss my pretty feet?" Yuna asked, lying down on Ning's left, only she extended both of her legs towards you to put her feet in your face. Those beautiful, sexy feet. "Don't you want a little taste?"

Oh fuck you did. You caught one of them in your mouth and sucked each toe separately, repeating the process with the other foot as you fucked Ning faster and faster. After sucking each toe you moved on to kiss the soles, then the sides, and finally the top; every part of that pair of feet was worthy of being soaked in saliva.

"And mine?" Minjeong asked, as Yuna caressed your chest with one of her feet. She also moved her feet up to your chest. "What about mine daddy? They're pretty too, aren't they?"

They were gorgeous, yes. But you weren't about to say a single word. Not even dead. The last thing you needed was for those two to go at each other, because then they wouldn't let go of you all day. You preferred to play it safe and just grab her leg by the calf and do the same thing you did with Yuna.

After showering Minjeong's feet with kisses, she and Yuna ran both pairs over every possible area of ​​your body, from your abdomen, to your chest and even the sides of your face. A little invasive, perhaps. But with those two in particular, you felt like you were in heaven.

However, your focus at that moment was on your pretty Chinese princess, and you were doing a perfect job of fucking her just at the pace she loved, while also grabbing her by the parts she loved. She looked into your eyes at one point, and that's when you knew you had to get the girls' feet off you to lean forward, brace your hands on the floor, and pound Ning's pussy hard. She clung to your shoulders, loud moans breaking into a cute growl as she came on your cock.

Ning wrapped her arms around your neck and pulled you down to kiss her, feeling every single one of her spasms just beneath your body. Not wanting you to pull away so immediately, she wrapped her legs around your torso and trapped you for at least another minute, happy to just kiss you while you remained inside her.

"Hey, wasn't all the nights you slept cuddling with him enough?" Minjeong asked. "Let him go!"

"Ugh you're such a pain in the ass!" Ning whined, pulling away from your lips and releasing you from between her legs.

"Wait a minute right there, daddy," Yuna placed a hand on your chest as you looked at Minjeong. "I haven't had your cock in months. Months! I demand to go first."

"Why can't you wait your turn like everyone else!" Minjeong whined.

"I literally got here before you!"

"Ugh fine!" Minjeong squealed, frowning.

"Ha!" Yuna smiled triumphantly.

"Don't get excited, I'll decide how I want to fuck you," you said.

Yuna let out a laugh.

"You say that like it ever bothers me," she said.

"Fine," you shrugged, and all the roughness you didn't use on Ning you used on her to flip her over and put her on her hands and knees.

Yuna was a good girl, yes, but only when it suited her. In that case, she arched her back, spread her knees, and presented her masterpiece of an ass to you. You moved behind her, placed a hand on her asscheek, and grabbed your cock to now take it inside her. She moaned, looking over her shoulder at you, and you gritted your teeth at the feeling of finally getting back into that tight pussy after what felt like an eternity.

With your hands on her absurdly wide yet sexy hips, you began thrusting at a considerable pace right from the start. Glancing around, you saw that the festival of absolute fucking debauchery was still going strong and on its feet. Occupying the couch now was Aeri, on her hands and knees eating Yeji's pussy, while she had Chaery behind her eating her ass and fingering her pussy. The rest of the girls were in the pool area, and from where you were standing you couldn't tell exactly what was going on since the fireplace wall in the corner blocked your view. You could only see Ryujin on top of Rina as they kissed, but you couldn't see Lia or Nayeon.

Wherever they were, you couldn't stop yourself from trying to figure it out when Yuna's grippy pussy felt this good around your cock. With Yuna you had never been merciful, and this time would not be the exception, much less after so much time without being able to put your hands on her, so you put your hands on her tiny waist and pounded her pussy from behind, hard just like she liked.

Ning took advantage of the situation and laid with her legs spread right in front of Yuna, who being the dirty and naughty girl she was, did not refuse to eat her pussy. Minjeong on the other hand was not satisfied with anything other than your attention. She adopted the same position as Yuna on your right, patiently waiting for her turn but also watching as Yuna ate Ning, also giving her advice on how Ning liked it.

You couldn't give Minjeong the attention she required right now, but you could use your right hand to finger her while she waited. She was momentarily happy with that, but you knew this girl too well by this point, so you could read how she felt just by looking at her eyes, and what they were telling you this time was that she needed you urgently.

Luckily for her, knowing Yuna's weak spots as well, you were able to get her to cum quickly on your cock. You slowed down your thrusts, and let Yuna fuck herself at her own pace against you as she rode out her orgasm. After a little over thirty seconds, you slowly pulled out of her and went to Minjeong, taking your soaked cock inside her as well.

With Minjeong, you didn't have to put in too much effort to get her to cum either, it was enough to fuck her hard for a little while, pulling her hair and treating her as roughly as possible until she clung to Yuna, who was still eating Ning's pussy, and screamed to the four winds before exploding on your cock.

"Funny how I know every single one of your buttons," you chuckled, a hand on Minjeong's lower back. "If I wanted to fuck you quick in a public place it would be easy enough."

Minjeong raised an eyebrow and looked at you over her shoulder, breathing heavily.

"Is that an invitation?" she asked, as you pulled out of her.

"Oh hell nah," you laughed. "Knowing you, you'd scream like a whore just to embarrass me later."

"You know me well then," Minjeong said, a mischievous grin on her face.

"Hey, you, slut," you gave Yuna two slaps at the same time with each hand. She squealed. "Get off and let me have her, she deserves me to cum inside her."

Minjeong knew the reasons why it was useless to protest, so she didn't. But Yuna whimpered and moaned about it as she pulled away. You simply ignored her as it was typical behavior of hers, and laid down next to Ning to make her turn her back to you, lay on top of your arm and take your cock inside to spoon fuck her.

Once again, as you fucked her you completely isolated yourself mentally from whatever was going on around you. You held her tight against you and kissed her. She clung to your forearms, moaning against your lips as you moved faster. A minute later she came for the second time around your cock, and then you put a hand on her waist to with a sudden thrust, cum inside her.

"Mmmm so I deserve you to cum inside me huh?" Ning moaned with a hand on your cheek, as you slowly pumped and filled every corner of her pussy. "And why is that?"

"Because you drive me crazy," you replied between gasps, peppering kisses along her neck and running your hand down her body. "And you do indeed deserve it."

"Can I stay with you at your place tonight?" she asked, lowering her voice so no one else could hear. "We have to leave for Europe soon, so consider it a little goodbye."

"Sure," you nodded. "Though first we have to see if I get out of here in one piece today."

Ning giggled, and gave you another peck on the lips.

"You wanted to come here," she said. "Take the consequences."

"That's not much help," you smiled, and slowly pulled out of her pussy.

"I'm not lying either," she shrugged and patted your face. "Your services are needed in other areas. Better get going baby."

"Good luck with those two," you said, standing up. "Oh, good luck with those three," you corrected yourself with a giggle, watching Ryujin enter from the other side of the pool and approach.

"Why the fuck haven't you fucked me yet?" Ryujin pointed at you, as if she were an anime character. Even her voice resembled it.

"Because we haven't matched up yet," you replied, taking steps back. "But I'll be with you in a moment."

You winked at her, but she took a couple of strides towards you to try and catch you. You barely escaped her grasp, and you both laughed. By the time you turned around, you were in front of the couch and the poundable ass society plus Yeji, in the same layout as a minute ago. You stood next to Chaery, who looked at you biting her lip.

“Could I have a taste?” you asked, referring to Aeri’s ass.

“You have to do it through me first,” Chaery replied, pointing at her lips with her finger. 

You grabbed her face and kissed her without hesitation. Chaery immediately used her tongue, practically taking control herself. She rarely did that, only when she was very, very horny, which due to the circumstances did not surprise you.

Chaery separated you from the kiss with a hand on your chest, looked at Aeri's ass and moved away to give you her place. You sat down, and grabbed Aeri's ass with the entirety of both hands, squeezing it and then dropping a couple of hard spanks. Aeri moaned and looked over her shoulder knowing it was you.

"Fuck, it's about time," she said. "Thank god Chaery was benevolent with me and gave me what I needed."

"Ah, so you don't need it anymore?" you raised an eyebrow.

"No!" she said immediately with a nervous giggle, and then shook her ass to tease you. "No, I didn't say that."

"I thought so," you said, and you sank your mouth right between her ass cheeks to reach her butthole and eat it out like you had done so many times during the tour.

Chaery got off the couch, walked to your left and went to Yeji, asked her something in her ear, kissed her and then climbed up to straddle her face. Yeji grabbed her ass, and you knew she was giving Chaery the same treatment as you were giving Aeri.

While you had your mouth and tongue working on Aeri's ass, you brought your thumb between the folds of her pussy and rubbed them gently until you found that spot you knew she was quite sensitive. Finding it, Aeri moaned against Yeji's pussy and clenched her fingers into her thighs.

Aeri made Yeji cum within seconds, and the biggest beneficiary was Chaery, since Yeji tended to get intense when she came, which meant that all of that positive feedback was received entirely by Chaery and her ass, a pretty sensitive spot for her already.

Just to make Aeri enjoy herself as much as possible you put two fingers inside her wet pussy, and in a combined effort of your tongue in her ass and the pumping of your wrist, you made her cum as well between slight spasms. It wasn't the strongest orgasm you remembered her having by any means, but it would serve as just an appetizer for the moment.

"Uchinaga, would you move your big ass out of here for a moment?" you asked.

"For what?" she asked. "Aren't you planning on fucking my ass?"

"You look pretty eager, girl," you patted her ass. "I've got it all under control."

"Fuck!" Chaery complained.

"What?" you asked.

"There's no lube in the whole house!" she said. “I fucking forgot”.

"Bah, it’s the same! We'll do it raw," Aeri said with a wicked little smile.

"But my ass is too tight for that!"

"Muuuuuuch better."

Aeri gave you her space, and you quickly took it. Chaery then lowered herself off Yeji's face, so you could watch Cheshire's face melt with pleasure as you grabbed your cock and took it inside her. You hadn't choked any of the girls today, and you thought it was perfect that Yeji was the first, so you leaned forward, grabbed both of your hands around her neck, and squeezed as you began to pump.

You were still a little sensitive, so it took you a while to get into a pace. But when you did, you were pretty rough with Yeji, not only squeezing her neck but also slapping her gorgeous face and spitting inside her mouth. When she finally came, you let go of her neck, and to comfort her, you leaned towards her and showered her blushing face with kisses.

"If you'll excuse me, I have a couple of asses to fuck, cutie," you said to Yeji, who was so ruined that she couldn't even respond with words. She just nodded slightly.

As you stood up and saw where Chaery and Aeri were, you were pleasantly surprised to see them on all fours on the couch, both of them holding onto the back of the couch with their hands as they kissed and fingered each other. You had to bend your knees a little in order to be level with their asses, but you didn't mind.

Chaery was the one chosen to go first. You were actually a little scared, since you'd never tried to do it without lube with her, which is why you were as careful as possible. She had a hard time, and you were only able to fit half of your shaft inside, but that was enough for both of you to enjoy. Of course, it wasn't the same, but it felt incredibly good in its own way.

After fucking your girlfriend's ass for a minute and a half at a pace that wasn't too hard so as not to hurt her, you switched to Aeri. Unlike Chaery, Aeri didn't show an ounce of pain as you slowly drove your saliva-lubricated cock into her butthole until it was only a couple of inches out. In light of this, you fucked her considerably faster and harder than Chaery, with your hands on her waist and filling her ass with spicy spanks.

The rest of the at least five minutes were based on that, you switching from ass to ass every so often to fuck both equally, in an experience that had you moaning like crazy too. The first to cum was Chaery, as typically always happened. And soon Aeri joined her, both of them kissing while the Japanese girl was now orgasming hard.

When Uchinaga's climax passed, you grabbed your girlfriend and made her stand up with you, to grab her by the thighs and make her jump so that she clung to your torso with her legs. You wrapped your arms around her, holding her tight, and she wrapped her arms around your neck to kiss you. Now instead of entering her ass, you entered her pussy.

Chaery moaned against your lips and tangled a hand in strands of your hair. You pumped your hips up and down, your hands permanently gripping her ass cheeks, fucking her pussy as hard as you had warned her nights before. But from her pussy you quickly moved to her butthole again. After a few pumps there, you moved back to her pussy, and so on until your girlfriend came in your arms.

"You left me last to give me a load didn't you?" Chaery asked, showering the entire left side of your face with kisses as she shook from her orgasm and you slowly pumped in and out of her pussy. "Is that how considerate my cute boyfriend is to me?"

"What do you think?" you asked against her lips, switching back to her ass. "I can't cum ten times without dying, so I have to measure my actions."

"Alright megamind, I don't know what you're waiting for to cum in my ass then," Chaery bit your bottom lip, and dug her nails into your scalp as you continued to fuck her like crazy.

The long-awaited moment arrived in no time. You moaned loudly, and threw your head back as you exploded inside your girlfriend's ass. Chaery peppered your neck with kisses, subtly biting every part she could to mark her territory, and you slowly moved up and down your cock, filling that tight hole with your load.

"It was worth the wait, don't you think?" Chaery asked in your ear, making you remember last night. 

"Oh, quite," you nodded between gasps, already tired but needing to go on a little longer. "But don't do that again, please."

"Do what?"

"Tease me and then leave me with a boner, I hate it."

Chaery giggled and gave you peck after peck on the lips, caressing the hair on the back of your neck.

"You're a crybaby."

"You have no right to say that. Zero."

"At least I don't have to cry over boners," she stuck her tongue out at you. "You fuck me without complaint."

"That's because you take advantage of my weakness for you," you said, walking with her to the couch. "It's not fair."

"Well that's all your fault, I never force you to do anything," Chaery said as you placed her on the couch, next to Yeji and Aeri as the two of them kissed each other.

"No, but you always know what to do to make me do it," you gave her a peck on the lips. "Which means you're an expert at manipulating me and therefore, it's your fault."

"Yeah whatever," she waved her hand nonchalantly, then pointed outside. "Look, they're calling you."

You turned around and looked towards the pool. The rest of the girls were all outside, including Ning, and Ryujin and Minjeong were calling you to come over. You did so, and as soon as you set foot where the sun was shining, the two of them latched onto you and started kissing you all over.

"Well hello again," you gasped, wrapping your arms around the two of them.

Nearby were the rest of the girls. Rina and Yuna were scissoring each other, both propped up on their elbows. Nayeon was on top of Yuna, her face above the other two girls' pussies as Yuna ate her out. A little further away, Lia was fingering Ning, sucking on her tits and watching her moan.

Ryujin and Minjeong each grabbed the side of your neck, moving down your chest and abdomen until they were kneeling in front of you. They brought their mouths to your still limp cock, kissing it carefully as they knew you must still be sensitive. Patience was not exactly their thing, but they took good care of you nonetheless, caressing your thighs and kissing you until they managed to get you hard again.

"You better take advantage of me right now, because after this time I'll be completely drained," you told them.

"Mmm, how about you fuck our faces daddy?" Ryujin asked, grabbing your cock by the base to lick the underside. "And then you have to fuck me. It's not optional."

"I accept," you said, and grabbed the back of her head to guide your cock into her mouth.

Ryujin moaned around your shaft, taking as much of it into her mouth as she could until you began to pump slowly. While you did, Minjeong watched from close by, licking her lips, and you didn't make her wait too long. As you now entered Minjeong's mouth, Ryujin bent a little to get between the two of you and catch your balls in her mouth, sucking on them until you began to move faster.

From mouth to mouth, gradually to faster pumps, you made that pair of demons a messy mess of saliva spilling from each mouth. You forced them both to deepthroat you, first Ryujin, who took you with a few gags but without much complication, and then Minjeong, who did choke on your cock but enjoyed it.

After a few seconds you stepped back, your cock soaked in a thick mix of saliva from both of them. You looked at Ryujin, and grabbed her to help her stand up. Then you turned her around, wrapping your left arm around her to press her against you and taking your cock to bring it between her ass cheeks and penetrate her pussy.

"Oh I missed you so much daddy," Ryujin moaned, reaching back to cling to the back of your neck. Every inch of your cock slid easily inside her, making you both moan. "Don't leave me for that long again please. Not having your cock is torture."

"Unfortunately, that's not up to me anymore, sweetness," you said in her ear, wrapping your arms around her body to press her back against your chest and start pumping.

"I don't care," she said between moans, subtly tugging at your hair as you ran one hand to her neck and the other between her legs to rub her pussy. "I'll visit you anywhere, it doesn't matter if it's your place or your office."

Minjeong entered the equation as well. She stood in front of Ryujin and knelt down, bringing her face to her crotch and removing your hand so she could be the one stimulating Ryujin's clit, only with her tongue.

Ryujin instantly went crazy, undecided on where to grab onto, whether it was Minjeong's head between her legs, or the hand you had on her cute tummy, or the hand you had lightly squeezing her neck. In the end she opted for Minjeong's head, pulling on her hair until you made her cum.

"Fuck!" Ryujin whined, humping against you on shaky, spasming legs. "Don't you want to give me your last load, daddy? I was a good girl today."

"I'm not close yet, baby," you panted. "And Julia still hasn't gotten any love from me."

"Ugh, so annoying!" she whined, and let go of Minjeong's head to let her breathe.

The three of them were identical. It was amazing. She, Minjeong, and Yuna should all be in a special sub-unit, because it would definitely be the bomb.

"Sorry baby," you gave her a peck on the neck, and pulled out of her to go straight to Lia, who was still with Ning near the right edge of the pool. On the way you were forced to completely ignore the sensual way Rina, Yuna and Nayeon were fucking, because otherwise you weren't going to get to your little guardian angel.

Lia and Ning just seemed to be talking and resting while looking at the sky. You laid down with them, right next to Lia, to put an arm over both of them and hug them.

"You don't hate me for leaving you last, do you?" you asked, giving Lia little kisses on the shoulder.

"Nah, I'm perfectly fine, honey," Lia nodded, and gave you a little kiss on the forehead and another on the cheek. "How's everything? Are you having a good time?"

"I'm having a blast," you nodded.

"I'm glad," she smiled at you.

"Nini, nini!" you heard Yuna coming with you. She helped Ning to her feet. "Come!"

Poor Ning had no choice but to let Yuna lead her, leaving you alone with Lia. It was kinda perfect for the moment.

"So?" you asked, running your hand from her breasts to her pussy to rub it slowly. "How do you want me to fuck you?"

"I wouldn't mind staying just like this," Lia replied, and she adjusted herself to press her entire back against you. She also raised her head so you could slide your arm under it. "I've had my boy away for a long time; I think it's best to have him as close as possible."

At that moment another girl lay down behind you. From the way she hugged you and the size of her tits pressed against your back, you knew it was Rina. So you took advantage of the fact that they were together with you to open your heart a little.

"God, you know how much I love you two, don't you?" you said, looking at Lia and then at Rina over your shoulder.

"Of course we do," Rina nodded, pressed tightly against you as she peppered your back with kisses.

"If we didn't know, we wouldn't take such good care of you all the time," Lia said, giving you pecks on your jaw and cheek. "And we love you too, cutie."

Despite the cute, endearing moment, Lia was grinding her ass against your cock over and over, urging you to hurry up and enter her. You kissed her, and brought a hand between your bodies to cup your cock, press it between her ass cheeks, and seek her pussy to slowly take every inch inside.

"Oh dear fucking god," you moaned. Few things felt as silky as Lia's pussy, and you hadn't realized how much you'd missed it until now.

You began to move slowly, your face buried in her neck and your fingers circling her clit, matching the rhythm of your thrusts. Rina lifted one leg over you, and gripped her thigh to the side of your body to rub her pussy against your lower back. Hearing her moans behind you made you break away from Lia's lips and turn your head over your shoulder to kiss her as well.

Lia moaned as she lay against your arm, her body slightly leaning forward to give you a view of her sweaty back as you pounded her pussy faster and faster. Within seconds she was back against your chest, and lifted one leg to hold it with one hand behind her knee. You then planted your feet on the floor, just so you could fuck her as fast as you could.

Rina seemed to still be in her little bubble isolated from the two of you, even though she was using your lower back to rub her pussy like you were one of those cylindrical shaped pillows. That didn't bother you at all tho, especially since she was constantly rubbing her equally sweaty tits against your back.

Lia pulled you back in for a kiss, muffling cute moans against your lips, one hand gripping your left wrist and the other still holding her own leg up. About a minute later she climaxed, squealing and shaking. She pushed her hips all the way back, letting every inch of your shaft be inside her as she rode out her orgasm. You wished you could keep going and cum inside her, but you only had one person in mind that you wanted to give that last load to.

Rina still didn't cum behind you, though, so you pulled out of Lia, spun around, and faced Yoo Jimin. She kissed you immediately, and pulled her thigh back up to the side of your body to hug you. You just had to finish the job, taking two fingers inside her and fingering her until she came in a moaning, shaking mess.

After making Rina cum, you stood up from that sandwich with only one target in mind. The target in question was on her back, being eaten by Yuna and used as a seat by Ning. You didn't see Ryujin or Minjeong out there; they had probably gone inside with the others, but that only narrowed your attention to just those three girls.

"I'm so sorry, girls, but I need her right now," you said, standing next to them.

Ning didn't hesitate to get off of Nayeon's face, who looked at you with dilated pupils and a half-open mouth. She only looked into your eyes for two seconds, because the rest of the time she could only see your cock. Great, because you couldn't stop looking at those perfect, fleshy thighs.

Yuna didn't pay you the slightest bit of attention, so you were forced to grab her by the waist and literally pull her out of Nayeon's pussy like a doll. She kicked, but you calmed her down with a kiss and a spank. Nayeon smiled, and as if reading your mind, she rolled over onto her hands and knees, her head just above the water and her fingers gripping the pool edge.

You knelt behind her, and placed your cock between her ass cheeks just to give yourself a little show. Then you squeezed both of her ass cheeks, and ran a hand up to her lower back.

“Fucking amazing,” you gasped, admiring Nayeon’s meaty body in that position. “I’d like to find out how much this ass can jiggle while I fuck you from behind.”

“And why don’t you find out?” Nayeon asked, biting her bottom lip and pushing her ass back slightly to play with your cock between her ass cheeks.

There was certainly no reason not to. You grabbed your cock, and drove it straight into Im Nayeon’s warm, soft pussy. You both moaned.

“Jesus Christ,” Nayeon moaned with her eyes closed, feeling you fill her with severe inches of hard, throbbing meat. “I’m going to tell Yeji to give me your number because holy fuck.”

“I can give it to you myself, gorgeous,” you gasped, and dropped a spank to her right ass cheek before beginning to pound her pussy at a considerably fast pace.

Nayeon's wide hips were your perfect gripping point, as there was no way your hands would slip off of them. Her ass could actually jiggle, and quite a bit; each thrust was like hitting a well-made jelly, which you found so fucking sexy.

She filled the entire pool yard with loud moans, since you were being just as rough with her as you were with Yeji or Ryujin, covering her pale ass with red marks and pulling on her short dark hair until you made her cream on your cock thanks to her orgasm. You were going to keep fucking her in that position, but you got scared because you almost fell face first into the water.

Nayeon forced you to change her position, and this time you put her at a safer distance from the water to position her on her side, with her legs drawn up to her body. Now you could continue fucking her, with your left hand close to her face so she could suck on your fingers, and your right hand gripping her upper thigh. She came again not long after, and with it came the beginnings of your own climax.

"Can I cum on your face?" you asked between heavy breaths, pumping your hips rapidly.

"You can cum anywhere you want, babe," Nayeon replied, her eyes already weak.

"Then come fucking here."

You pulled out of her pussy, stood on top of Nayeon, grabbed the back of her neck to lift her face up, and bent your knees to masturbate right on top of her. She stuck out her tongue, perhaps one of the sexiest you'd ever seen in your life, and stared at you until you exploded with loud moans, shooting jet after jet of thick cum onto that perfect canvas.

The bunny's entire face was painted white. Paint dripping down the sides and falling to the floor in thick drops. You carefully laid her down again, and without being able to control it, you collapsed backwards, careful not to hit your head. You didn't remember if you had gotten into the fetal position to rest, but what you did remember was that you felt like you didn't have the energy to even move a finger.

A bad thing, because the sun was far from setting, and you were sure that many of them wouldn't want to rest at that moment. In short, men came with that biological weakness as standard. While women could just go on and on.

May God bless you.

[masterhallmark]

Rant incoming

I feel like the problem with a lot of Disney's live action remakes (and arguably Wish) is they're trying to appeal to a crowd that no longer exists, namely the people who used to claim that the Disney Princesses were sexist.

All the interviews tend to include, "Well she's not chasing a MAN anymore" which...almost no one sees the princesses like that, anymore. Virtually NO ONE still believes the princesses are man-chasing sexist caricatures of women.

Cinderella is now hailed as an abuse victim who stayed strong long enough to get help to get out of her situation. Anyone who says she should have saved herself is basically regarded as a victim blamer. And it's very clear in the film she wasn't looking to marry the prince, she just wanted a night off. She was the only one who wasn't in line to meet him. She didn't find out she met the prince until he went looking for her!

Snow White is now hailed for her negotiation skills, ability to calm down after extreme stress (she had a moment of panic and had to cry for a bit, but who wouldn't after finding out The Queen hired someone to kill you?), and ability to take charge of a house of adult men. And again, she was an abuse victim, this time trying to escape ASSASSINATION ATTEMPTS. While she dreamed of her prince, it was secondary to her main goal of SURVIVAL. There are also entire video essays about how Snow White gave hope to people during The Great Depression.

Everyone acknowledges that Ariel wanted to be human BEFORE meeting Eric. We all know she was a nerd hyperfixating on humans, and also standing up to her prejudiced father.

We understand Sleeping Beauty wasn't the main character, the Three Good Fairies were, AND PHILLIP WOULD NEVER HAVE BEATEN MALEFICENT WITHOUT THEM! He literally depended on them! WOMEN SAVED THE DAY! But even then, is it really such a sin for a girl to fantasize about romance and fall for someone with corny pickup lines?

We all understand Jasmine just wanted someone to treat her LIKE A PERSON. She rejected every Prince before Aladdin because they treated her like a prize. So why did they need her to want to be Sultan? How did that make her more feminist when she already wanted to be treated like an equal and have a say in her future? Is it only empowering if you want a career in politics?

We admire that Belle, despite living in a judgemental village, was kind to everyone (even though she found the village life dull), and her story teaches girls that the guy everyone else loves isn't always a good guy. What's sexist about teaching girls about red flags? And she didn't start being nice to The Beast until he started treating her with respect and kindness.

Do I really NEED to defend Mulan or Tiana? I think they speak for themselves.

Rapunzel was yet another abuse victim who just needed a little help to get out of her bad situation. In this case, she also needed to learn that she was an abuse victim, and that what Mother Gothel did WASN'T normal, much like many victims of gaslighting.

And don't get me started on the non-princess animals.

Perdita had a healthy relationship with Pongo to the point she was open to express her pregnancy fears to him, and was ready to TEAR APART Cruella's goons for daring to touch her puppies as well as adopting the other puppies. Like, she was so ferocious the goons mistook her for a hyena! She's basically that "I AM THAT GIRL'S MOTHER!" scene from SpyXFamily if Yor were a dog. She and her husband were a TEAM.....but they made a Cruella live action to turn her into a girlboss?! The literal animal abuser!? THAT'S the woman you wanted to put on a pedestal when Perdita was RIGHT THERE!?

Duchess kept her kittens calm after they had been catnapped and was classy as heck. Nice to everyone regardless of social class during a time period where that was uncommon.

Lady stood up to Tramp when she believed he had abandoned her and didn't really care about her. She found out he was a heartbreaker and was like, "Nuh uh. No. You are not doing that to me! You put me through enough."

Miss Bianca from The Rescuers was IN CHARGE the whole movie, and was willing to risk life and limb to save an innocent child. THAT TINY MOUSE TOOK ON ALLIGATORS! And she picked Bernard to accompany her because he was the only one who wasn't ogling her. And then in the sequel SHE DID IT ALL AGAIN! I wish I were as brave as her.

Like, the public haven't accused these ladies of being sexist caricatures since 2014 (Actresses and actors don't count, they're out of touch like the rest of Hollywood) yet Disney is operating under the assumption that the public still thinks that way, hence all the "sHe'S nOt AfTeR a MaN iN ThIs VeRsIOn" talk.

The live action remakes are trying to attract an audience that doesn't really exist much, anymore, and back when it did exist, was comprised mainly of people who didn't actually watch the films. The Disney princesses are no longer seen as sexist, and feminine qualities are no longer seen as weak or undesirable.

[aperrywilliams]

That Wasn't Fake (Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader)

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Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader.

Request: Can you write a Spencer fic where the reader is kind of quiet and shy when she begins working at the BAU, and Spencer has a crush on her, and then they have a case, and she has to like to seduce the unsub lowkey and everyone kind of like...how is she going to do this shes not very outgoing but when she does shes really good at it, and everyone is surprised and impressed.

Summary:  You're shy and reserved. Spencer has a crush on you, and unbeknown to him, you have a crush on him. Maybe the cat can get out of the bag when you have to step aside of your comfort zone to catch an elusive unsub.

Word Count: 4.2k (no self control here)

Warnings: Words like 'fuck' and 'bitch'. A rant about self-doubt. Typical CM stuff: unsubs, killings, etc.

A/N: Another request I loved! It should have been a little shorter, but I'm having a hard time getting to the point these days. Please keep sending requests!

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Spencer knows it is inappropriate, but he can't help it. You're coworkers, and that itself sets a boundary, so he shouldn't be thinking of trespassing.

But the crush he has on you seems to grow every day.

He doesn't know if it is your beautiful smile, the kindness you show in everything you do, or the enthusiasm you put into every task you are committed to. Since the moment he saw you pass the bullpen glass doors, Spencer knew he was damned.

From that moment, Spencer knew he wanted to know you and learn everything about you. About what you liked, what you hated, and what your fears and dreams were. Everything.

But not much after that revelation in his mind, he understood it wasn't going to be easy to get to you.

You were extremely shy and reserved.

In fact, your first interaction - when Emily introduced you both - consisted of a wave of your hand and a timid 'nice to meet you.'

He thought as time went by, you would loosen and become less bashful and quiet. And in part, he was right. As the months passed, you began to feel more comfortable within the team. You laughed at Luke's jokes, you commented on Rossi's stories, and you could even - when the stars aligned - crack a joke yourself to Tara or Matt.

But beyond that, no one knew much about your life outside of the BAU, unlike JJ, who always talks about her kids and her husband, or Matt, who talks about his kids, too. Or Tara, who recounts her failed dates. Or the same Luke who always shows photos of Roxy.

You, on the other hand, seemed to be an enigma. But Spencer Reid loved decoding enigmas.

At first, he turned his interest in you out of mere scientific curiosity. However, internally, he knew it wasn't just that.

It started with small random questions about the times you worked together: Is this coffee okay? What was the last book you read? Do you think we should buy some donuts for the team?

If you were honest, it picked your interest why, from all people, Dr. Spencer Reid was so adamant in making conversation with you.

From what you knew and from what the team said, Spencer was not a person very interested in things other than work or books. But suddenly, out of nowhere, he asked you what the last movie you saw was or something like that.

You always answered his questions; however, you would have liked to be much more talkative and engage in longer conversations, but your nature stopped you.

'What if I don't have anything more interesting for him to say?'

'Does he just talk to me because he feels sorry for me?'

And that was the big issue: you have never had problems with the way you live your life. You're pretty satisfied with what you do in your job and out of it, too. But you have always thought you are too 'simple' to entertain people's interest.

And to be honest, being surrounded by people with so much experience and big things happening in their lives still intimidates you a bit. So, you usually refrain from talking too much about yourself or anything for that matter.

But with Spencer, things are a bit different. He's always checking on you but respects your boundaries. He has learned that sometimes you just don't want to talk, and he doesn't push.

Despite his interest beyond the professional, Spencer would never do anything to make you uncomfortable. Being able to share time with you will have to be enough for him.

In a way, he has become your protector. He is your backup during interrogations or in situations where you can feel awkward, like the times when some police officers tried to flirt with you and got too close. Sure, you know how to turn them down, but sometimes guys don't get the memo and keep pushing. You're too shy to yell or be aggressive about it.

The team also understands the way you are, and they know it does not make you any less professional. However, they have always been careful not to take you too much out of your comfort zone.

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A whole two weeks and five murders later, the team is stuck trying to catch an unsub who has preferences for killing women after club nights. The profile says he is not interested in just any woman but in those between 25-30 years old who like to flirt with several men in the clubs. But it is not just any type of flirting; it is the type that is initiated and dominated by them. In short, he likes to kill women who are the opposite of submissive. He sees them as predators on a hunting ground.

Another finding in victimology is that the women he kills, in addition to having a specific age range, have very similar physical characteristics. And similar to you.

All his victims have your build, eye color, hair color, and height. It gets to be creepy to a certain point. And it's something difficult to ignore.

Bouncing information and possible strategies, the team agrees they need to be proactive to get him to show up before another killing happens.

"Okay, what options do we have?" Emily asks.

"The witnesses haven't gotten us anywhere," Luke complains.

"Although we've narrowed down his hunting grounds," Rossi shrugs.

"Yeah, we know the clubs where he likes to hunt," JJ backs Rossi.

"But although the profile, we have yet to learn about what to look for there. I mean, we know what the unsub wants, but not how he looks like." This time, it's Tara who speaks.

You've rarely seen Emily bite her tongue when she wants to say something, but it's clear that she has something on her mind, and she doesn't know how to put it, or maybe the problem is something else. You look at her out of the corner of your eye, and she looks back at you; what do those eyes say? They look like they're even apologetic.

It's a fraction of the time before she comes back to behave like herself.

"We need to lurk him. It's the only way," she says. And everyone's eyes - yours included - are on her immediately.

"Lurk him?" Matt repeats.

"Yes. And all we know who should be the one going undercover to do that," Emily adds, looking at you this time.

That's it—the elephant in the room.

Of course, you're the ideal candidate. Well, you're perfect in the physical aspect because if we talk about the victim's personality and yours...

There's silence in the room, and you can feel like the team's eyes are all on you.

Do they expect you to say no? To refuse? From your perspective, it's not a question; it's more like the option you all have to catch the guy.

"It's true (Y/N) would be the closest to the unsub type, but there are a lot of things to take into account," Matt says. And you know perfectly well what's behind his words, even if he doesn't say it directly.

And that's okay; it's perfectly plausible they have their doubts. It is not enough to look like the victims for the operation to work.

But if there is one thing you are sure of, it's that you will always give your all to your job, even if that means becoming a completely different person.

"I can do it," you mumbled so quietly that if the AC weren't in the lower setting, people wouldn't have heard you.

"But (Y/N), you know about this guy. It's dangerous," Matt points, a frown on his face.

"Not to mention he likes rough interactions," Luke adds.

"You don't have to do it if you feel uncomfortable." This time, it is JJ who voices her opinion. And you know, that's the closest reason to the team's main concern.

And the fact you can blow up the entire plan.

Spencer stays in silence. Internally he's freaking out thinking of you having to lurk on the unsub, but he knows you are a professional. And he feels a kind of deja vu.

When he was younger, the team would have said the same about him doing something like that. Spencer knows what it's like when people baby you, making you feel insecure. Sure, he hasn't had to worry about that anymore. Spencer is almost forty, and no one would dare to tell him he can't do something. Not after all the things he has been through.

"JJ is right, Bella. You don't have to do it. We can think of another way," Rossi backs JJ.

That's when Spencer notices the slight frown on your face. It's invisible to everyone but him. He knows it's there.

You stay collected, even when everyone on the team has something to say about how bad the idea of you going undercover to lurk the unsub is.

Emily is who stops everyone's rant.

"Guys, hey. If (Y/N) is telling us she can do it, we're going to do it. Of course, we'll be there to back up her and catch this unsub."

And this is how the discussion is settled.

Emily sends everyone out with a task to prepare for the night. Today is Friday, and the unsub will surely be stalking some new victim. The chances are high.

When it's just you and Spencer in the room, he still looks at you in silence.

"Do you also think I'll not be able to pull off this mission and I'm going to ruin everything?"

You downcast your gaze, exhaling deeply.

"No. I don't think that," Spencer clarifies, and you raise your gaze to meet his eyes. "You are more than capable, (Y/N). The team is worried because you'll be out of your comfort zone in a dangerous situation."

"The team? Not you?" You narrow your eyes to him.

You try not to sound accusatory, but if you're as scared as everyone, you also are fed up with the other's doubts.

Spencer closes the distance between you both but doesn't invade your personal space.

"Of course, I'm worried too! I don't want anything bad to happen to you. But I trust you and your judgment."

Your heart does flip-flops, and you're not sure if it's because Spencer is worried or because, despite that, he trusts you—or both.

"You do?" You ask, not so convinced.

Spencer nods and smiles at you.

"And we'll be there when you catch the guy."

If that is the reassurance you need, you don't mention it. Instead, you grin at Spencer as a promise you'll do your job just how you are supposed to.

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You insist on getting ready in your hotel room. The only assistant you ask for is Emily. She was the one who trusted you first in this, so you'll take every piece of advice she can give you before this night starts.

Everyone has a role in the plan.

Rossi will be the chauffeur who will drive you to the club.

Luke and Spencer would be in the club, mingling with the patrons. JJ, Matt, and Emily would be in the van monitoring the whole situation with cameras and earpieces. Rossi would keep his facade as a driver so he could be at one of the entrances. Tara would be at the club, too, eyeing nothing suspicious going on in the bar because there is a chance the unsub is getting help from the bartender.

When you are in front of the mirror applying the last touch of makeup, Emily is looking at you with a stare you can't decipher.

"What?" you ask, and Emily chuckles.

"Please, don't take this in a bad way, but I never thought I would live the day of seeing you using clothing like this. And Jesus, you look so hot!"

Your cheeks redens.

"It's a little bit odd coming from my boss, don't you think?" you muse, smoothing the fabric of your dress.

"Point taken," Emily raises her hands in defense. "Although I know someone who is going to run out of breath after seeing you."

You let out a scoff. It's not a surprise for you. The BAU girls - boss included - have been trying to set you up with Spencer since forever. You don't entertain the idea only because you don't think it's possible and not because you don't like the concept.

"Come on, don't say that. You are not helping to my nerves."

"Sorry, I'll shut up. We should go, though," Emily says, checking her watch.

One of the SUVs drives you to the van parking point. You needed to review the operation details.

At the back of the van - or commander point - JJ, Luke, Tara, Rossi, Matt, and Spencer see you come up with Emily.

For the best US profilers, they're not doing a good job hiding that they are gawking at you. Surely, no one imagined seeing you in such a revealing outfit. Outfit that, without a doubt, suits you extremely well, highlighting all your body attributes.

Spencer feels like he died and was resurrected after seeing you.

"Okay, guys, we need to check the details again," Emily announces.

The plan is in motion, and everyone is in position.

As expected, you arrive with Rossi at the club, who opens the door for you and helps you descend from the car. Rossi gives you a reassuring smile before letting you go.

Like a switch, you are no longer the shy SSA (Y/L/N). Now you are the woman who is going to take what she wants and attract the unsub attention doing that.

Your walk is determined, and your eyes send out flames of confidence to those who look at you. The music is very loud, something that would usually bother you, but not now. This needs to feel like your environment. That's how you like it, you tell yourself.

Almost instantly, you start to attract the looks of men who are eager for a woman like you.

You exude determination, and you don't go unnoticed.

Walking into the club, you make brief eye contact with Luke, who is on the dance floor. You see Spencer perched in a booth, nursing a beer.

At the same time, Tara is stationed at the bar.

"Remember (Y/N); the unsub expects the woman to approach men. The flirt needs to come from you," Emily reminds you by the earpiece hidden in one of the earrings you're wearing.

"Show time," you mumble to yourself.

You walk seductively to the dance floor, where a young man is dancing with a blonde. You approach and whisper something in his ear. That makes the boy completely lose interest in the blonde and start dancing with you. You smile and cling to the man's body, who wastes no time and takes your hips as if they were his possessions.

That dance certainly has nothing innocent about it. You continue whispering things in the boy's ear, and he looks more and more excited. Once you consider it a reasonable amount of time to have attracted attention, you leave the boy alone and head to the bar. Just a few meters away from Tara, a suspicious man is staring at you. You see him out of the corner of your eye as you order a drink. When the bartender passes it to you, you make subtle eye contact with Tara, who nods, indicating that the drink is clean.

You look next to you and see another man not so subtly looking at you. You know the unsub's profile, and you can't be intimidated or dominated by another man. You are the one who calls the shots. Otherwise, this will not work.

Before the man makes his attempt to seduce you, you turn to him, and with a penetrating look and disdainful voice, you stop him.

"Sorry, honey. Don't waste your time. You're not my type," and with that, you leave to move to the opposite side of the club. The guy huffs, and you're almost sure hearing him call you 'bitch' under his breath.

JJ, who's following the cameras inside the club, sees someone who looks suspect.

"Hey, this guy has been peeking at (Y/N) the entire time, and look, he clenched his fists when (Y/N) turned down that guy at the bar."

Emily confirms JJ's observation before giving you the next instructions.

"(Y/N), you're doing great. We have a possible target. So we need to raise the bet."

You know exactly what Emily means. You both had talked about the strategy to follow, having more details about what you should do than the rest of the team.

Matt and JJ look confused at each other but say nothing.

Your next step is to find another dude to seduce before delivering the coup de grace.

Luke and Spencer keep an eye on you. And while Luke is pleasantly surprised by your audacity, Spencer can't help but feel his stomach tighten. He tells himself it's because he is afraid something bad could happen to you, but inside of him, it's that and the fact of seeing you flirt with other men.

Just like you did with the guy on the dance floor, you attract the attention of another man; this time, you take his hand and pull him to the dance floor.

JJ and Matt's jaws drop to the floor. If Tara, Luke, and Spencer could do the same without giving themselves away, they would have done it, too.

As if it were your second nature, you laugh and move to the music. The man seems to enjoy the moment so much that he takes a bold step by leaning in to kiss you. You let him get closer until his lips are almost on yours. But before touching each other, you pull back with a malicious smile.

"Naughty boy. I'm who says if you can kiss or no," you pout, faking disappointment. Dizzed, the guy cocks his head and sees you walk away.

Matt chirps now. "It's him. Look boss," he tells Prentiss, pointing to the same guy JJ saw before.

There is no longer any doubt that it is him. Now you just have to catch him red-handed.

"(Y/N), we got him. It's time for the last play," Emily tells you.

With Emily's instruction, you go to the bar for another drink before heading over to where Spencer is sitting.

He tries to play it off, but he has no idea why you're approaching him.

"Is this seat taken, handsome?" You ask, with your drink in hand.

"N- no. Please," Spencer gestures to the booth on his front, but you opt to perch to his side. Spencer thinks he never has been this close to you. He looks at your eyes, and it's like you are a totally different person. It's a little bit contradictory for him, to be honest. He already likes you just as you are, but this version of you? It's driving him insane.

Some resemblance of your true self looks with a kind of curiosity the nervousness on Spencer. You don't think much about it; you assume he's playing the nervous guy who is baffled by you.

The thing is, Spencer isn't playing. He's definitely baffled by you.

"Are you okay?" You ask him, masking your question with a seductive smile.

"Yeah. Are - are you?" Spencer stutters a bit—something that is perfect for the plan but embarrassing for him.

You get closer to him to speak in his ear.

"This was Emily's idea," you tell him before kissing his ear and gently biting his lobe.

Spencer's breath hitches in his throat, and he thinks he's going to pass out any second. You're not doing it better: your heart is also pumping hard from the adrenaline. Of course, you had imagined something like that with Spencer, but only in your erotic dreams. You wouldn't dare do this on any given day.

You keep teasing Spencer, who, despite the nervousness, tries to play along. If this is the closest he will ever have you, he wants to engrave this in his memory.

"Just a little push, (Y/N). We almost have him," Emily instructs by the earpiece.

You swallow as subtly as possible as you wrap your arm around Spencer's neck, pulling him closer to you.

It's only a second between that action and the fact that you're kissing Spencer like it's your last meal.

Spencer doesn't know how to respond, and you were counting on that; it was enough time for the unsub to notice that you were the one who chose her last prey.

When Spencer is about to reciprocate the kiss, you murmur a 'sorry' into his lips and quickly pull away, giving him a disdainful look—which you hope he understands is fake—before getting up and walking toward the back exit door.

As expected, the unsub follows you towards the back door, and while your back is turned, he believes he has the advantage to attack you. What he doesn't know is that Matt and Luke are ready to lunge at him the moment he tries to touch you.

Everything that happens after is too fast.

The unsub is detained and taken to a patrol car while the team gathers around you, congratulating you on the successful operation. They all apologize to you for their previous apprehensions. You tell them that you understand and that there is no need to apologize. And it's like the switch has been flipped again since you came out of the femme fatale role.

But something is wrong. Spencer is not in the group. You see him a little further away, near the exit door of the club. Emily notices the looks between you both, and she sends the team on different tasks to close the case, leaving you and Spencer there.

There's something in his eyes that you can't decipher. You think it's resentment for using him without warning him what you were going to do.

You shyly approach him.

"It's me again," you tell him, pulling a face. You don't know what to say to make the situation better. Spencer nods.

"Yeah. You did it great, by the way," he compliments you. But it doesn't feel good like Spencer's compliments usually do.

"Look, about the kiss back there-" you start. He needs an explanation as a bare minimum.

"I know. It was fake," Spencer cuts you off.

Those words shouldn't hurt you as they do now. But isn't that the most reasonable thing to believe? The you in the club weren't you, so all you did inside was pretend.

Everything except that kiss.

If it's true you couldn't enjoy it the way you would have liked, you will never forget his lips on yours.

A tense silence takes over the moment. This is not okay.

You can't afford to lie to one of the most important people in your life, even if telling the truth takes you out of your comfort zone.

What the hell! Tonight has already been a total of 180 from a usual day for you.

"It wasn't," you mumble, and you see his eyes flicking to yours in a second.

"What?" Spencer asks, narrowing his eyes at you.

"Everything was fake, but not the kiss," you say with a stadied voice this time.

Spencer's heart races again. If you say you didn't fake it, then what he felt on your part at that moment was real?

"It wasn't fake?" He asks for clarification. You nod.

A smirk forms on Spencer's lips, seeing your cheeks redden.

There you are. The girl he had fallen for in the past two years.

"Well, you know that I am a man of science, right?" he tells you, and you frown because you have no idea where this is going.

"I know," you say with some hesitation.

"And as a man of science, I need evidence of things, you know?"

Now, you are the one who smirks at him.

"Evidence, huh?"

"Yep," he says, emphasizing the 'p' and swaying his body on his feet. You hum.

"I believe I can provide the necessary evidence if you need them," you concede, and Spencer's eyes sparkle with excitement.

Now, he is the one who reaches out and cups your cheeks. Your breathing quickens, but that doesn't stop you from standing on your tiptoes and connecting your lips with his.

This time, there is no unsub, no curious eyes are looking at you, there is no rush, there is no femme fatale role, and above all, this is not fake; it's as real as the fact that your heart beats for him, and his for you.

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