#toy bonie

[queenly-owl]

Highschool days

[royalreef]

      EXTREMELY HIGH PITCHED SCREAMING—

[rainrot4me]

excuse me if this is out of line but can you make Ben sqrt or like just smth insane cause like he needs to be humbled fr… HE needs to be the one whimpering and begging smh😒…

Oh hell yeah.

TW: Bondage, male squirting, overstimulation, sexual torture

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If he was going to act like a little shit, then he’d have to deal with you being a little shit too.

Ben whined, gasping on his knees as his eyes watered, tears pooling at the corners before falling amongst the black liquid spilling from his waterline. The hardwood floor felt so cold underneath his bare legs, digging into his skin and aching horribly.

He’d been here for an hour at least, he thought so anyways. It was getting hard to tell as he gasped again, hunching over and straining his arms tied behind his back with a leather belt. His own leather belt.

“Oh fuck… please…” He hiccuped, swollen and damp lips hanging loose, jaw slack against his words. His head felt heavy, skull clamping with every tense of his abdomen, every pulse of his thighs. But besides all of that, his cock hurt.

It was wonderful at first, his eyes rolling and teeth chewing down on his cheek, blissfully rolling his hips down against the vibration of the wand vibrator tied to his length. The head of the vibrator sat nestled right under his tip, pushing down against the head of his cock and pushing ropes of cum out one by one, his moans ecstasy filled.

But after his third time cumming with the vibrator on the highest setting, it didn’t feel all that good anymore. But then came the fourth time, then the fifth. By the sixth he wasn’t even fully cumming anymore, cock just spasming while his abdomen clenched painfully tight, tiny clear drop of liquid spitting out of his slit. It was painful as fuck.

This was his punishment after all. This, and you.

You just ignored him. Sat at your vanity, phone in hand, scrolling on whatever website looked the most interesting and just completely oblivious to what was happening behind you. Ben got a clear shot of the back of your head, your stupid ego tipping and making this whole thing happen.

So what if he was a little rude? So what if he wasn’t in the mood to be serious and actually listen when you were trying to tell him something important? So what if he had better things to do, like playing his Nintendo. Well, you told him what. Especially when you knocked his ass to the ground and put him here.

So now Ben’s jeans were slugged around his ankles, his shirt stuffed into his mouth and soaked with his slobber and tears, his hands clasped behind him. He looked pitiful, pathetic, and you wouldn’t even look. His moans were obnoxious, ragged whimpers and desperate muffled pleas to let him up, to turn the toy off, please. It just hurts now.

When his gut clenched once more, hips jerking and eyes slamming shut as his half-hard cock whined through another dry orgasm, you finally sat your phone down, swiveling your chair around. He could’ve cried.

“Princ- Princess, oh my god- please-” He sobbed, spitting the shirt sleeve that was shoved into his mouth down onto the hardwood beside him, shoulders hunched and neck craned forward as he tried to press closer to you, his bony knees digging and shuffling terribly. He stopped when you pressed your socked foot against his chest, leaning into the weight and whining his pain as the vibrator still continued, his cock screaming for relief.

“How many times have you came?” You asked nonchalantly, voice not giving a hint of interest as you stared at the elf’s deep red cheeks, his nose snotty and slobber and tears dripping down. He whined, his fists clenched behind him as he thought, cringing. “I dunno- Can’t ‘member- A lot, it’s been a lot-” Ben already knew that wasn’t the right answer, but he couldn’t take it anymore, could barely think to speak anymore.

“Eleven. It’s been eleven times, ‘kay? I think you’ve got one more in you.” But he didn’t. He was barely even cumming now, mystery liquids or nothing at all was all that would push out anymore, his cock spent and raw. The blond shook his head, his pointed ears fluttering and blushed as he sobbed, terrified as you kneeled down in front of him. “Nonono- Wait a min-” He hissed as your gripped his cock, your hand wrapped tightly around his girth and the toy that was tied on, clenching your fist. He tried to pull away.

His thighs were shaking as you reached up, empty hand quick to wrap around his throat and squeeze. He gasped loudly, coughing spit up as you cut off his airway, fingers digging into his skin. His mind was wrecked, thoughts barely piecing together as you began to quickly jerk him off, fist pumping as a nauseating pace. “Can’t-” He sputtered, gritting his teeth as his hips involuntarily jerked.

“Yeah, you can. You don’t get a choice.” You smiled sweetly, gazing into his teary eyes as his ears twitched and fluttered, face tight and strained as he gutturally whimpered through the grasp on his throat.

Pressure was building, not like he was going to cum though. He didn’t know what was happening, but he couldn’t fight against it, could barely register it as you began to smile with your teeth. His hips jerked forward, eyes clenched shut as he just sobbed, defenseless against your devastating pace.

His cock felt so tight, white hot pain running up and down his length, shredding him. He couldn’t stand it, couldn’t stop his knees from spreading, lowering his ass onto the ground and gagging as you gripped his throat tighter, lungs screaming and tight for air. He pulled hard against the belt around his wrists, knuckles white and raw as he finally let go, screaming into the overwhelming sensation that slammed into him.

His eyes shot open, watching through glazed vision as his cock sprayed hot, clear liquid onto your shirt, covering your torso. He thought he was pissing, mind absolutely shattered as he let his hips stutter through it, the pain finally subsiding as you tugged the last of the liquid out of his flaccid cock, wringing him completely dry. There was no telling how he even had anything left.

“Nasty fuck.” You grit as you shed your sopping shirt, tugging the vibrator off of his cock and tossing it to the floor, watching as your boyfriend’s body slumped to the floor. His face pressed into the hardwood, ass up as he contorted, limp against his wrist restraints. You watched as his ears twitched haphazardly, his lips hanging open as he sobbed into the wood, mumbling something you couldn’t understand.

You laughed, trailing to the bathroom as you went to grab a towel. Maybe he’d listen now.

[myownwholewildworld]

flectere si nequeo superos, acheronta movebo (a "per aspera ad astra" drabble)

main masterlist | series masterlist | read on ao3 pairing: marcus acacius x emperor's daughter!reader. summary: for death was not the end, but the beginning. a/n: to whoever is reading this... I'M TRULY SORRY, okay?? 😭 i am a sucker for happy endings, but sometimes the heart wants what the heart needs. forgive me, please. comments, likes and reblogs are really appreciated! <3 warnings: mdni. full on ANGST. everyone dies. you've been warned. w/c: ~1.5k

Laid on his back, Marcus Justus Acacius’s life was a thin thread, just a moment away from being cut by the Parcae. It coiled and it stretched between their bony fingers, testing its resistance, its adaptability, its flexibility and elasticity. He could feel them toying with him, just another soul waiting to be reaped.

The sand beneath felt wet, his own blood pooling underneath him like a warm blanket beckoning him to go to sleep. But he couldn’t, not yet, not until he knew you’d be safe, away from harm. He was buying you time, his death an entertainment for Traianus, a loitering distraction so your father wouldn’t realise you were not in the Colosseum’s Cubiculum, watching him die.

He had ensured that the last of his loyal men took you away at dawn. Far from this forsaken city and its bloody claws, from your father’s thirst for revenge. Rome was nothing but the vestige of a forgotten promise and its Emperor was a ghoul who would stop at nothing when bereft.

Exhausted, he mentally scanned his body, weighing his options. His back hurt like hell; breathing felt like fire burning his insides; a piercing pain drilling his left temple from an almost final blow; his right fingers dislocated along with his shoulder which had popped out of its socket. And the injury right under his blood-soaked breastplate, where his torso met his hip, kept on gushing, no matter how hard he pressed the wound.

Marcus felt his life, his breath, slipping away. He was completely spent, having been in the arena for the last hour, fighting for his life like a wild animal. But the stamina, the adrenaline that fuelled him, was running out. His time was running out, one he hoped you gained — a fair exchange, one he would gladly comply to.

After duelling with opponents and animals alike, he felt clumsy, his limbs unresponsive. He was the last man standing but knew better than thinking the Emperor would grant him freedom. This was just a farce, a way of torturing him in his final moments. A lesson to others: not even an acclaimed, well-loved General was immune to Traianus’ rage.

Marcus heard a metallic, creaking sound, the gate ascending to present his next foe.

Almost choking on his own blood, his left fingers wrapped around the hilt of his gladius, and slowly turned to his side — his bloody saliva dripping off the corner of his mouth onto the dusty ground. Sticking the pointy side of the blade into the sand, he used it as leverage to stand up, his knees trembling like a newborn foal.

Two men approached him slowly, full, impenetrable armour on. One with a sword, another with a spear. Drawing a deep breath in, which caused havoc in his strained lungs, Marcus swung his own gladius in a perfect circle, then bent his knees ever so slightly to stand his ground.

Even through the pain, the fatigue and the heartache, he fought to death. The gladiator with the sword fell to his knees before his head dramatically rolled off his shoulders with ease. Marcus rotated on his heels to face his last rival; gladius tightly gripped at the ready.

“Libertas! Libertas! Libertas! (Freedom)” chanted the crowd, asking for his release.

The loud mantra was deafening and soothing at the same time. It wrapped around his achy body, knowing that even though Rome was savage, its citizens were not. A chink of hope, rather small but present. They saw the injustice unfolding in front of them, how cruel and vicious the Emperor was.

Perhaps his death would become more than just a distraction or a lesson. Perhaps it would be a wakeup call. And if so, his destiny would be fulfilled.

A sudden silence befell the Colosseum, the chanting dying off and transforming into pitiful gasps.

Marcus stopped on his tracks, catching a glimpse of the crowd — hands hovering over mouths in disbelief, faces ridden with teary, widened eyes. Then shrieking cries filling the air, pleas for mercy.

Something dark and heavy sunk to his stomach, impending dread and anxious nerves consuming him as he turned around to face the Imperial Box.

You had not been able to escape at dawn as he had planned, you were right there. Precious and beautiful and determined.

You were standing proud and mighty — a flowy, white dress hugging the hourglass figure he loved most, and golden ornaments amplifying your raw beauty. Your father was right behind you and only when the sun reflected off the blade he was holding to your neck, did Marcus react.

He lunged forward, his last enemy forgotten — heart beating wildly against his ribcage, throat closing off as tears welled up and blurred his vision. Marcus threw his gladius to the side, coming down to his knees in front of the loge.

If begging would save you, he would do it loudly and unashamedly — Marcus would drag himself over the embers of hell, set all his dignity aside, exclusively for you.

“Please, Your Imperial Highness. I beg of you. Spare her life and I’ll gladly give mine,” he screamed at the top of his lungs, his grievous voice floating above the gut-wrenching cries of the crowd.

This could not be happening. Not you, the most innocent, kind soul Rome had ever seen — that he had ever seen. His love, his devotion for you had brought you here. He could make peace with dying for you, for your freedom — but with this? Not with this senseless, revengeful death.

His eyes were transfixed on you, widened with fear, with sorrow. Asking for your forgiveness. He was sorry he couldn’t do more, he couldn’t save you.

You gifted him with a weak smile before mouthing an “I love you.”

“I love you too,” he muttered silently, desperately. Hoping his breathless confession would reach you.

Your father’s hand moved along your neck, slitting your throat.

When Marcus saw a river of red staining the front of your white dress, his body and mind just went numb, tears falling unbeknownst to him.

He’d failed. It was over. It felt like if it had been his own hand slashing your neck. Because it probably had been.

Still on his knees, he sat back on his heels, his shoulders sloping down as all purpose left him. Marcus was empty, devoid of emotion, unable to feel. A carcass of someone he was but no longer existed. There was no reason to fight, to remain on this earthly plane.

He’d rather meet you on the other side than living a purposeless, unsavoury life. He’d welcome death like an old friend and would hope for your warm embrace before embarking onto your next adventure together.

Defeated, and through a thick veil of numbness, he saw Traianus’ thumb pointing downwards. A welcome sight.

Before closing his eyes, Marcus saw the spear coming towards him on the corner of his eye.

Then darkness. Forever darkness. A final relief.

“Wait, I know he’ll come,” you begged the Underworld’s ferryman, your hands nervously twisting on your lap.

“The time has come, my lady,” his guttural, harsh voice reached your ears, but not your heart.

You knew he’d come, and you’d wait. Perhaps not today, not at the same time as you, but Marcus would join you. You could have your happily ever after away from Rome, from your father. From life. You could love each other in joint Death, since you couldn’t do it freely in life.

The small boat started moving, drifting away through the dense fog, while your sight lingered on the shore. Hopeful, always hopeful, even in death. A sudden shift in the atmosphere made you squint your eyes, distinguishing a silhouette on the shore — one you would recognise in all lives you lived.

You sprung to your feet, your salty tears mixing with your trembling smile.

“Marcus!” you called him, gripping the edge of the boat.

You watched him turn around, first confused, then understanding. When your eyes locked through the thick mist, the resolution you saw told you he’d follow you wherever you wound up. Even if that was the Underworld.

Marcus jumped into the river, swimming through the darkness and the floating souls clinging onto him. Soon enough he got to you, strong arms lifting him up over the edge of the boat. You sighed, a wave of comfort washing over you as you welcomed him in your warm embrace.

“I thought you wouldn’t make it today,” you confessed, cradling his face with your lips closed to his.

“For you, I’d give up my life in the blink of an eye, mea vita (my life). Don’t you ever forget that,” he whispered, his thumb caressing your bottom lip.

Knelt on the ferryman’s boat, you hugged each other, his soothing hands roaming your body as you blended into a loving, eternal kiss.

For death was not the end, but the beginning.

[vad-hander]

NOW, ARE YOU HAPPY? Holiday Special

pairing: idol!Jaehyun x reader

others: idol!Taeyong

genre: one-shot, romance, smut, fluff, angst, family au

warnings: parents au, proposal, marriage, angsty conversations, but mostly romance and family life

words: 12,5 k

summary: after your pathetic attempt to leave Jaehyun in the past, you two finally found a way to make this relationship work. with your newborn baby, the two of you enjoy the domesticity of this relationship, aftertastes of your previous decisions and Jaehyun's job souring your life slightly. But the man that you love finds a way to make it all up to you on the New Years night.

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this is a holiday special for Now, are you happy? You could read this as a separate story, but for better understanding of certain lines I suggest reading the original fic first

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“I got it!“ You announced, the shopping bag in your arm entering the room before you. “I was lucky enough to find everything we needed at our convenience store.“ you finally lowered your hand to see your family, your voice completely changing in a little squeal “Hello my little baby angel!“ You left the bag at the entrance of your living room and ran to pepper kisses over your daughter’s cheeks. 

“She woke up maybe 10 minutes ago and was immediately upset she couldn’t see mommy.“ Jaehyun continued to bounce a little with the baby in his arms even though she was completely calm by now. 

“I think she gets upset even when she sees mommy.“ You chuckled, departing from them to pick up the grocery bag. 

“I was trying to be sweet, gorgeous.“ Jaehyun chuckled, switching his arms. 

“I know, but still“ you mused.

“Do you want to do breakfast or do you want to take care of Sohee?“ Jaehyun kindly gave you options, you looked at them getting closer to hear your answer. 

“I’ll do breakfast, thanks.“ you pecked Sohee’s cheek once again, seeing Jaehyun stick his cheek out for a kiss as well. You did exactly what he wanted - pecked his cheek and almost lost any interest in breakfast when Jaehyun’s lips caught up with you on the way back and kissed them.  

“Okay, we’ll play.“ Jaehyun announced excitedly and walked the distance back to the play rug, descending Sohee on the floor. You watched her crawl over to the bite toy she loved so much and looked away to focus on breakfast. 

“Do you need any help?“ Jaehyun called out your name, as you made your way towards the dining table to set the cutlery.

“No, the breakfast’s almost ready. Do you need help?“ You teased him blindly with a chuckle and turned around to see what they were doing. You wouldn’t be surprised if you’d see him calling for a little bit of help. They seemed to be perfectly fine, though, Sohee giggled away at the face expressions Jaehyun was making, while laying on her dad’s stomach and cuddling him with her tiny arms. Jaehyun took a loud breath in and as he leaned in and peppered kisses all over her cheeks, Sohee giggled even louder, with that pure and bright baby laugh that took all your breath away. You turned away and turned on the kettle, getting closer to your family right after. Jaehyun reached out a hand when you were close enough to sit you down next to him, when he’d sensed you wanted to get on the couch, and you not so gracefully plopped down, with your arms over Jaehyun’s shoulder, so you’d be able to lay your head on the back of your hand and not hurt yourself over his bony build. 

“I can’t believe she’s growing so fast.“ You sighed, ruffling Sohee’s short hair. 

“Want to give mommy a cuddle?“ Jaehyun whispered into her ear. “Will you give mommy a cuddle?“ you smiled, as your daughter reached out her hands to you and you leaned in, for her hands to reach you and pepper kisses on her tiny nose and cheeks. Your fingers held onto her back for support, as her moves were still wobbly. You leaned in more and took a big loud breath in off the top of her head. 

“Ugh, she smells so good.“ You admitted for the millionth time, running your fingers over her head and making her giggle at the tickling sensation. “I can’t get enough of that baby scent.“ You glanced at Jaehyun, who looked at you two lovingly, while patting Sohee softly.

“Like… a fresh human.“ Jaehyun indulged your feelings. “She’s so warm and tiny and cute and squishy. I can’t let go of her once I see her. Like these eyes are just magnetic. I feel hypnotised and suddenly nothing actually matters.“ Sohee turned her head at Jaehyun’s voice just in time and they locked eyes, the man being completely soaked in in an instance.

“I feel that too, all the time.“ You agreed because he was so right about all of it.

“Did we make a magician and don’t know yet?“ Jaehyun looked at you, only for a split second before he was glued once again to his child.

“Aren’t we just obsessed parents?“ you giggled. 

“Yeah, you’re probably more right.“ he nodded, scrunching his face up entertained. “Can you say ma-ma?“ Jaehyun sang, his eyes two crescent moons as he watched you stare lovingly at the human you created. “Sohee-ya, can you say mama?“ He sang once again. 

“Da-da.“ she replied to him, making you both chuckle inevitably. 

“Can you say na-na?“ You sang to her, Sohee losing her attention on the necklace on your neck, making you repeat yourself. 

“Na-na.“ the girl replied, moving her body back to her dad, cuddling against his chest. 

“Can you say da-da?“ You continued and with no repetition you got a very clear answer.

“Da-da.“

“Of course.“ You chuckled. 

“Can you say ma-ma, though?“ Jaehyun tried once again, only to be met with another fail. 

“Da-da.“ The girl said once again and looked at you with her big baby eyes.

“No singing for mama, I guess.“ you dropped your head back in desperation, only to lower your eyes and see these two being in their own world, Jaehyun peppering kisses over her temple, while Sohee tried to bite onto Jaehyun’s shirt sleeve.

“She looks just like you, not like I’m complaining, but she also only ever calls out for dada and if you’re there, only wants to cuddle with you. I carried her all those months and thought that’ll give us an unbreakable bond, but somehow all she wants is you.“ You pouted and squinted your eyes a little, Jaehyun not even trying to hide his amusement with a smile, his dimples popping the deepest, reaching out a hand to caress your cheek. 

“I actually think she’s a perfect copy of her mommy.“ His thumb tickled your jaw.

“Yeah?“ You rolled your eyes a little unamused. 

“Yeah, always clinging onto me, calling my name and asking for kisses and cuddles.“ Jaehyun bit his lip, watching you push away from his touch a little. “I think since you carried her while being so down bad for me played a role in her mental build. You’re very clearly bonded and she just wants and does what her mom does.“

“You mentioning my love for you in that way kind of makes it sound like you’ve got a very big head.“ You gave him a look.

“If I were you I’d be going around doing the same, though.“ He returned the look. 

“Well my head’s not that big so I’m keeping your obsession with me very private, unlike you.“ You quickly got up, sensing he’d want to touch you somehow and moved around the room.

“So you do admit you’re all obsessed with me.“ Only to pause when he finished his sentence. You licked your teeth, shaking your head disapprovingly, watching Jaehyun move Sohee onto her play mat. The biggest grin not leaving his mouth even for a second. 

“Oh, shut up.“ Jaehyun stood up, catching up to you, attaching himself to your back, wrapping arms over your torso. 

“I’m sure if it was appropriate, you’d glue to me like that, right baby?“ His lips lowered on your shoulder blades at last words.

“Mmh.“ You agreed, trying to make yourself sound as dry as possible, and pressed a button on the coffee machine, moving over the room to check on the rice cooker. You didn’t even need to do that, it would beep, once the rice is cooked, but you just had to busy yourself to not give in and cling onto Jaehyun like he wanted you to. He continued to move with you, glued to your back, helping you reach the tallest cupboard to get a teabag out of it, helping you close it and dispose the packaging into a bin. 

“Oh, by the way,“ he paused, watching you pour the water over the bag. As soon as the kettle touched the kitchen counter, Jaehyun continued to speak “Bad news, I got my schedule for December from my manager.“ He paused, his palm leaving your waist to squeeze your fingers.

“Yeah?“ You held your breath, fidgeting with kettle, you grabbed it once again, to place it back on it’s designated spot. He already said it was bad news, what exactly were you expecting?

“I have schedules on both Christmas and New Years Eve.“ You gave him a nod and grabbed both your cups to place on the table, Jaehyun let go of you with how suddenly you moved around. “Don’t go quiet, talk to me.“ He caught up to you, nudging on your neck with his nose, sensing that you were upset.

“See, I told you.“ You sighed, it was obvious, you knew those schedules are going to be confirmed before they were actually set and both his manager and Jaehyun were informed. Nothing ever changes. “It was obvious, every year’s the same.“ You really didn’t understand what he was hoping for and why did he even think anything would change. No one cared he had a baby, no one should even know he had one. Jaehyun being busy on holidays was a very normal thing to you, you always knew it, but somehow his hopefulness also made you believe in impossible. 

“I still had a little hope.“ He admitted.

“I don’t know what you were hoping for.“ You shook your head. Not in a disapproving or upset way, just matter of factly. You never stood a chance against his job, you were lucky enough to work it our for yourself pretty early, it kept you sane through all those years.

“I’m sorry that it’s like this again this year. You were right, saying we can’t be a normal family.“ Jaehyun’s voice changed, the hold on your body got tighter. You could feel he was constantly reflecting on all the words you told him when you tried to run away from him, and it constantly made you not well, because he was making his life difficult, when the only intention of your words was to hurt him enough he’d stop loving you. 

“It would be a very blatant lie, if I said that I enjoy loneliness on holidays. But it’s not your fault and definitely not something to be sorry about. I was expecting this to happen, so I’m not actually upset. I’m more upset your hopes were crushed.“ You turned around in his hold, caressing his cheeks with your fingers. “You might be away for holidays, but we’ll have you for the whole of January and then some more, and we will have the best birthday celebration for you and will be the perfect little family, while we still have time. Before she has to go to daycare and I will return to the office and all your schedules pile up like crazy.“ 

“About that-.“ You almost rolled your eyes, you knew exactly the words Jaehyun wanted to tell you. How he didn’t see a point in your return to the office, and there was no point in Sohee going to daycare. He had the perfect plan in his head, you loved his plan, it was still difficult for you mentally to just put all of you on his shoulders, it really felt like you wouldn’t like yourself anymore if he did that, you really didn’t want to go down that spiral. Work was the only thing to keep your mind occupied from spiralling down a hole of pathetic fear, sometimes loneliness and even helplessness.

“No, no, no. It’s not a discussion for this beautiful morning. Shh.“ you silenced him with your words, also closing his mouth with your lips on top of that. You weren’t about to give in to the devil and leave work, cause you knew for sure it’ll be so painfully hard to go back this time, if even possible at all.

“Still, it’s our baby girls first Christmas and we can’t even have a proper family celebration. I feel like shit.“ Jaehyun admitted, resting his forehead against yours. 

“I’m sure she will not see any difference if we move Christmas by one day. Don’t beat yourself over this. You’re the best to both of us, always.“ Your voice suddenly turned to whispering and your mouth covered Jaehyun’s once more. 

“I just hope she knows daddy loves her.“ He cooed, making you pause.

“It’s been months…“ You swallowed a chuckle, moving your head away from Jaehyun. “and I still can’t get used to you calling yourself daddy.“ You couldn’t hold back a smile, when Jaehyun gifted you the sauciest grin.

“Why can’t you, mommy?“ Jaehyun asked teasingly, leaving a kiss on your temple.

“Agh-.“ you shook your head disapprovingly, once again. “We’ll just stick to our tradition of celebrating in the morning, it’s our little thing and I love it. And I love you.“

“Love you.“ Jaehyun nodded his head and you tickled his nape to lift his spirits.

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“How did your beloved boyfriend take our schedule for the upcoming month?“ Taeyong teased over the phone, clicking of his mouse feeling very much like home, you could almost close your eyes and imagine yourself in your old apartment, before Sohee made a noise that signalled she’ll start crying in a second and your eyes shifted to the watch. 

“Oh, wait, it’s Sohee’s lunch time. I need to feed her.“ Your feet took you quickly over to her play mat. 

“Like, now?“ Taeyong asked and the tone of his voice made you chuckle.

“Well yeah, it’s not like she’s going to sit and wait patiently until I finish talking with you.“ You shouted, hoping your voice would still make it through the phone as you walked away.

“But I’m here?“ 

“Yeah, and you’re on voice only, why you’re scared? and you’re on speaker, by the way. She’s totally listening.“ you gave your baby a smile and squatted to get her in your arms.

“Oh hello my little bundle of joy.“ Taeyong cooed over the phone in the sweetest tone. “It’s uncle T.“ He changed his voice back to normal as he addressed you. “Did she recognise me?“

“I think she did, she’s smiling. Wait, let me get her to food.“ You settled on the couch, your phone finally next to you and Sohee ready to get her milk. 

“Food?“ 

“My boob, Taeyong. I just didn’t want to say it like that. I didn’t want you to think of my breasts-“ you sighed exasperated, lifting your shirt up. 

“I wouldn’t think of your breasts even if I was paid for it-“ he sounded disgusted, you were glad he did.

“I-.“ Still there was an urge to fight with him on the topic, if only Taeyong would let you speak.

“Okay, can we quit the boob talk.“ You nodded in agreement, even though he could not see you. “What did Jaehyun think of the schedule? He didn’t read my messages. Where is he, anyway?“

“Shooting his brand deal.“ You bragged a little. 

“Oh okay.“ Taeyong chuckled.

“Yeah he’s a big boy now.“ You laughed in unison with your best friend.

“So you’re avoiding the question because he was upset?“ Taeyong cut straight to the chase.

“He was, but we agreed that it’s okay.“ You pressed Sohee against your chest and felt her mouth on yourself.

“I’m a little worried for him and the way he’s been doing things.“ The clicking of Taeyong’s mouse paused, it made you alert. He only paused his games at serious matters. 

“Why?“you tried to be nonchalant. 

“He’s got that baby fever real bad.“ Duh, he very clearly does. You wouldn’t say it in Taeyong’s face, it’s clear. 

“He seems fine to me.“ You lied to not get yourself all over the place once again. He did get the baby fever, he was obsessed with Sohee and spending time with you two, you could see it was physically hard for him to leave the house. At first you thought he’ll get over it as the time passed by, that he’d settle with the idea that he’s a dad now and lay back a little. He didn’t, it felt like he got more and more attached with every hour passed. You didn’t want him to feel like that, you didn’t know how to stop him from going through this. Talking to Taeyong stressed you out, you really wished you could go back in time and show Taeyong the things he says to you now, when you did very much warn him of the consequence. 

“I feel like he’s losing his senses and the less careful he is, the more open you two to a risk. I only worry about you two being exposed to public, I know how much you’d hate that.“ It felt like Taeyong was beating around the bush and you weren’t about to jump at it and ask him straight what he wanted. No, thanks.

“Ugh, should I worry? What do you mean?“ Taeyong was very generously adding up to your anxiety. 

“He’s just doing exactly what you were predicting.“ 

“Well yeah, that’s what I told you would happen. Ouch!“ You exclaimed and moved Sohee over to the other side.

“What’s wrong?“ Taeyong asked confused.

“Nothing?“ you squeezed your eyes in pain. 

“Are you sure?“

“Yeah, breast-feeding hurts, that’s it.“

“It does?“ He seemed scandalised.

“Apparently yeah, unfortunately you’re not told that beforehand.“ Or maybe you are, if you planned a pregnancy beforehand, you probably would’ve read these things.

“But how does it, she doesn’t have teeth?“ You wanted to tease Taeyong once again, how he really wanted to talk about your boobs today, you held back, though.

“Do you really want me to go into detail how nipples chap and hurt like hell at certain angles because she latches on wrongly sometimes?“

“I have so many questions at that, enough boob talk for one day though.“

“Yeah.“ You chuckled in response, very glad to stop the conversation. 

“I’m sorry though.“ He did sound sorry, you were thankful he cared for you at all costs.

“It’s fine, thanks.“

“So, about Jaehyun.“ Ugh, yeah. You kinda hoped he’d get completely distracted at that.

“Yeah?“ You made a question as you sighed out.

“Can you talk to him? How he should stop doing what he’s doing and get back to normal?“ Taeyong paused every two words, as if he expected you to interrupt him. You just sank deeper into the couch with every two words. You had no idea how to make Jaehyun stop. He was just a girl dad through and through and it came before anything else for him since the day he found out. 

“Ugh, but I don’t know what he’s doing that doesn’t seem normal?“ You took multiple steady breaths, trying to sound casual, trying to not make Taeyong hear how you were blatantly lying and running away from this conversation. “I have no clue what you do at work.“ You were pretty honest at that part, you wouldn’t dare to see what they did at their work - you liked to imagine they were working in finance, or maybe real estate? Anything would be better than thinking of hundreds of thousands of people having an opinion about your close family - one thing is reading them drool - the other is bad mouthing them at every given chance. You went through that with Taeyong years ago, you would never want to even get a glimpse of that on the man you truly loved. “To me, he’s doing normal things, more family oriented, but normal.“ Taeyong sighed. “Just wait for his frontal lobe full development.“ You tried to crack a joke to be more natural.

“And when is that supposed to happen?“ Taeyong sighed once again. You tried to think what age it was meant to be, scratching your temple.

“Agh, scratch that actually, I think by now it’s fully developed.“

-

Your eyes darted from the screen of the TV onto your phone, your mom called you most likely to wish you a very Happy New Year and you picked up, cozying up more into the cushion. 

“Hi mom!“ You chirped, your voice sounding foreign even to your ears since you haven’t really spoken much today. 

“Hello darling. How are you all doing?“ You had to clear your throat to not sound so funny anymore. 

“We’re great. Sohee’s sleeping, I’m watching her and telly.“ Your eyes switched between TV screen and baby monitor.

“We were just watching Jaehyun on TV!“ Your mom announced happily and you smiled, you did just watch him too. 

“Yeah, me too.“ You smiled.

“He’s looking very handsome and happy. It’s a good thing everything worked out well for you two.“ she stated in the I told you so manner. 

“Yes, mom, I know.“ 

“I hope we’ll finally see you get married next year-“ oh wow, what a wild turn for a conversation.

“Mom, we have not planned that at all.“ You meant that you’ve been back together for less than a year after that so called break and since you’ve gotten back together there was not a single chance to talk about marriage, or proposal or making any moves in that direction. Your only focus was Sohee.

“I know honey, I’m just saying we’d be happy to finally see you in a wedding dress.“

“Okay-.“ You nodded, confused. “Happy New Year, mom, wishing you and dad to stay healthy and happy.“

“Thank you honey, your dad is calling me, Happy New Year, bye-bye.“ You dropped your phone on the couch right next to you, your eyes suddenly focusing on the fact that it’s almost midnight, the show you were watching had all celebrities out on stage and you suddenly became very busy, trying to find in the crowd full of strangers your best friend and the man that you loved. Cameraman somehow focused on Jaehyun right next moment and you jerked back on the couch shocked, catching a glimpse of Taeyong, who suddenly waved and smiled at the camera. 

Now that you’ve seen them, you were so invested in what was going on. One of the announcers, who also happened to be Taeyong’s friend you recognised, let everyone know that they’ll start the countdown after a short break and you watched that commercial break like it was the best directed movie. Broadcast returned back to the dome this concert took place in and big numbers popped behind everyone’s backs and as the numbers got lower your heart trembled, because you really wished you could teleport just for the briefest moment next to Jaehyun to give him a kiss. You watched the number change every second. 5…4…3…2…1…  Your phone vibrated as soon as the countdown hit zero and fireworks ran over the screen and you looked down at what it was. So caught up in the notification you forgot how you wanted to wish yourself a Happy New Year. 

From: love

Happy new year, gorgeous

I love you 

Give our baby girl a kiss

And I’m gonna kiss you as soon as I get home

You were so perplexed, Jaehyun was on TV just a minute ago, how the hell did he manage to text you in the process of doing it all? Stupidly enough you tried to dial his number, what if this was pre-recorded and you didn’t know? Expectedly, you were met with no answer on his side, you watched TV for a few more moments in case you’d get a glimpse of him, finally texting him back. 

To: love

How did you get your phone out? I’m so confused

I love you so-so much! Happy new year <3

When exactly am I getting my kisses?

Sohee says she loves daddy too

I hope you’re not staring into the phone like a lovesick fool

Your eyes glued once again to the screen, trying to see Jaehyun in the crowd of celebrities. Your eyes rolled down onto the phone and your messages were read. You looked once again at the screen and different singers were raising their mics to take their parts in the song, but you couldn’t see Jaehyun. You turned off the TV and with tiny steps got to your babies’ crib.

“Are you sleeping well?“ You asked, running your eyes over a child, that breathed steadily “Mommy and daddy love you, happy new year, Sohee-ya“

You watched her sleep for a little while, sitting yourself on the floor. Soon enough it felt a little cold, you crawled into your own bed.

“Hey, gorgeous.“ Jaehyun whispered next to your lips.

“You’re back.“ You raised your head from the pillow, smashing your foreheads on accident, but more importantly, smashing your lips. 

“Yes, love.“ Jaehyun’s palm caressed your back and you pulled back when you needed more air in your lungs. “Happy New Year.“

“Happy New Year“ you pecked his lips once again “What time is it?“

“A little over 1am?“ You opened your mouth surprised, he must’ve teleported home.

“Did you run away early?“ You chuckled, running your fingers through his hair.

“I did. Couldn’t calm myself down until I get to kiss you.“ You melted and kissed his mouth once more. “Are you tired? Did Sohee not behave herself well?“

“No, I just felt cold and got in bed and somehow drifted off. Sohee was on her best behaviour and been sleeping very well.“ 

“We shouldn’t jinx it, I guess.“ Jaehyun smiled and caught your fingers in his.

“Yeah, we better not.“

“So, would mommy not mind if I asked her to get out of bed? And spend a little time together, before it gets too late to pretend like we met the New Years together?“ He laced his fingers through yours and pulled you to sit more.

“Of course, daddy.“ You beamed and Jaehyun stood up, only now allowing for you to see his attire.He was still wearing the suit you saw him in on the stage.“ Did you really, run away?“ Your fingers mindlessly rubbed the collar of his shirt. 

“I did.“ He admitted once again, grabbing your waist to help you stand up. 

“You look handsome, like you always do.“ You cooed, running your hand over his chest and hooking it around his waist. 

“Thanks, love.“ Jaehyun pecked your temple. 

“Wait, if you’re in a suit. Should I put on the dress I had prepared for New Years?“ your face rubbed against Jaehyun’s chest as he teased the skin of your back under your sleeping shirt.

“You prepared a dress?“ He asked softly.

“Before you said you’re busy this year too, I had a little hope you’ll be home, since you believed in it. I didn’t want to tell you, because I knew you’d get all puppy-sad.“ You pulled back and caressed his soft cheek. 

“You should definitely wear it then.“ Jaehyun let go of you and watched you run over to the wardrobe and you took off your sleeping shirt and pants, looking through the closet for the dress, taking it off the hanger and slipping inside it in one swift motion. 

“I even bought new heels in case we’d go somewhere. Wanna see?“ You beamed through the mirror reflection, as you saw Jaehyun walk over to you, wrapping his arm over your solar plexus and peppering your neck in warm kisses. 

“You’re so hot, and sexy, and everything I ever could’ve dreamed of. How are you a real person?“ you felt your body get hot, your fingers instantly wrapping over Jaehyun’s neck to move his face to yours, he fought with you, as his tongue was drawing warm trails over your neck.

“Can’t believe what a cute dress does to you-“ you teased in a whisper. 

“Can’t believe what you are doing to me, I didn’t even see the dress properly in this darkness.“ Jaehyun hugged you tighter, pecking your collarbone like he always does and stared at you through the mirror. “Oh, wait, the heels, you said, sure put them on.“ He let go of you and suddenly the world felt so cold and miserable. His palm patted your bum for a boost and you disappeared inside the wardrobe once again. 

You really fought with the wish to just cling onto him and looked through the shoe rack with super speed, taking the heels out of the box and bringing them in your hands to Jaehyun. Slowly putting both shoes on the floor, you put your feet inside and finally got your face on the same level with the man. He smiled and wrapped your waist once again.

“I actually brought something, let me show you.“ He moved his fingers onto your palm and lacing his fingers through yours dragged you to the living room. As soon as your feet made a single step you paused. The loudest click of the heel against the flooring made the both of you stop. While you were talking in half whispers it slipped your mind that the clicking of the heels will be so loud and potentially could wake Sohee up. 

“Oh damn, Imma take these off.“ You sighed disappointed, already leaning back down to take them off. 

“Hold on.“ Jaehyun stopped you and you straightened your back back up, ready to hear him say anything, when he suddenly bent his body a little, wrapping his arm under your knees, and the next second his back straightened and your body lifted off the floor. You wheezed, probably making more damage to Sohee’s sleep than the heels and closed your mouth with both your hands. “Didn’t I say to hold on?“ Jaehyun smarted with a smirk.

“Oh my god, no, put me down.“ You hissed at the way he held you bridal style, escorting you two to the living room.

“Just a moment, love, I’ll put you down when you’ll be at our destination.“ Jaehyun walked over the living room, lowering your feet to the floor next to the kitchen isle.

“Oh no-o-o.“ You cooed immediately. “You’re so insanely sweet.“ You looked over the table that had the prettiest cake, a bottle of champagne and some very prettily boxed Jeju tangerines.

“I thought that despite us missing New Years Seoul time, it’s definitely New Year somewhere else every hour. We could just pretend we’re in a different timezone.“ Jaehyun bit onto his lip, looking at your reaction, smiling as soon as he was able to see your pouting face. You were honestly touched. He should’ve just gotten back home and fallen asleep immediately. He was on his feet since 4 AM, just a little over 2 hours before it turns into 24 hours and still he thought of you. 

“I love you.“ You whispered, covering Jaehyun’s mouth with yours. Your lips carefully moved over his bottom one, running your tongue over it, to feel the plumpness. “I love you so-so much, sometimes it even makes me sick that I can love a man like that.“ you bit onto your lip, watching Jaehyun biting onto his lip harshly to stop his smile.

“It’s the least I could do.“ Jaehyun ran his fingers over your cheek.

“The least is giving me a kiss and going to bed. You’re doing the most, like you always are.“ Jaehyun pecked your mouth once, and then once more and suddenly you were kissing each other hungrily, every other thought leaving your brain as Jaehyun’s tongue swiped against your lips rhythmically. 

“Wait, let me see the time.“ Jaehyun pulled you back to see the clock on your oven. “We should open the cake, it’s almost 2. We can’t miss this one too.“ 

“My wish already came true.“ You murmured, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger, his eyes making a circle with mischief on his face. He really had a joke in his head cooking up.

“Well, mine didn’t yet.“ cocky eyebrow challenging you for an answer. 

“Oh, it didn’t-“ you teased “We must have different dreams I fear, then.“

“Mine’s not that far from realising so we’ll see.“ Jaehyun teased and worked his fingers over the bottle of champagne. “Do you think Sohee could somehow taste champagne if you’ll have any?“ 

“I don’t think a sip or two does anything.“ You chuckled unsure, it must really be nothing. Your fingers fidgeted with the cake box, finally retrieving it from the packaging. You could see only now how the top of it was decorated with fireworks and champagne glasses, saying happy new year. “Where do you want the candles?“ You looked at Jaehyun, that walked back to you with two champagne glasses. 

“Ugh, let me see.“ he not so carefully plopped glasses over the rock counter, making your heart jump a little at the sound the glass made, watching him close the distance between your bodies. He purposefully flushed his whole body against you, wrapping arms around your shoulders. “Huh, let me see.“he repeated himself in a funny manner. Jaehyun grabbed your fingers, guiding your hand with one candle to a spot in the centre. He pressed the candle into the cake and pressed his teeth into your neck at the same time. The only reason you didn’t jump away was his other hand, that snaked over your waist and gripped the counter. You exclaimed more surprised than in pain, it wasn’t a nasty painful bite, he just bit down lightly and swiped his tongue afterwards. You processed what he did for a second, chuckling right after.

“What is it?“ You craned your neck to see his face.

“What is it?“ He repeated, trying to give you an innocent look. 

“Why are you being weird?“ You squinted your eyes, maybe he was just a little tipsy?

“I just wanted to bite you.“ He shrugged and stole all left candles from your hand to put them into the cake, trying to give you the purest look. 

“Ah-.“ you squeezed your eyes even harder. “It’s not only the bite, you’re a little suspicious this whole week.“ 

“Suspicious in what way?“ Jaehyun gave you a look and busied himself with candles. 

“Like something good happened and I don’t know about it yet way.“ You really tried to turn around and see him, but his pelvis pressed you against the counter even harder. You had to continue craning your neck to see him. 

“No, I don’t think anything like that happened.“ He made that face again and your heart was about to explode.

“Ah, just stop.“ you shook your head and looked away. It’s safer to look at the wall in front of you. 

“Stop what?“ His nose nudged against your neck. 

“Doing this face, I’m serious. I feel like I’m going to explode.“ you tried to dodge his touch, knowing clearly it’s not possible - you were practically squished against him. 

“Just look that way, at the cake or at the clock. Let me get my phone out for the accurate countdown.“ Jaehyun suddenly busied himself, looking all over his pockets for his phone.

“I don’t care, if it’s not that accurate.“ You shrugged. It only mattered that he was right here with you.

“No, it’s important.“ He protested and seemed to finally find his phone.

“Well, okay.“ You chuckled, Jaehyun popping his phone in front of you two. He forced you to look straight onto the phone, the timing felt like he counted everything down to seconds, with the way the number of minutes turned to 59 and he not so coincidentally found a lighter in his pocket and lit up the candles. He was making you feel nervous with the way he took everything so seriously and you tapped your fingers over the counter, watching Jaehyun’s hand over the cake. He left the lighter next to the glass and propped his palms above yours, lacing them through. 

“Make a wish, gorgeous.“ He whispered into your ear, as the clock was on its final countdown and as you squeezed your eyes, still trying to peek on the watch, coming up with a wish, Jaehyun wrapped you with his body more, leaning in so your heads are on the same level. “3-2-1.“ He counted into your ear and before one even left his mouth properly, you two reached to the cake and blew out candles in unison, Jaehyun’s mouth trying to cover yours even before the candles were blown out. 

“Wait, the candle.“ a particularly stubborn one didn’t want to  be blown out, and even though Jaehyun very forcefully turned you around and licked his mouth into yours, you weren’t about to risk setting your whole place on fire. “Jaehyun.“ You gasped and he really tried to get his tongue in your mouth, before you nudged on his shoulder and he pulled back and blew out the candle with a lot of force, turning back to you in an instance. His palm wrapped your jaw, turning your head slightly for his mouth and that pleasures ecstasy spilled over your body. Jaehyun hovered more over you, his tongue taking charge of everything that was happening. You laced your fingers over his shoulder from under his arms and tried to push his body backwards, so he’d get the hint and get you two to the couch. Jaehyun did not give in to your wishes, pressing his chest more against yours instead. You could feel his arms move around, looking for your fingers and to unwrap himself from you, as he did so, he also lowered his lips, making one messy wet trail from your mouth down your chin and neck. Your arms wrapped his head as Jaehyun sucked onto your neck and you were ready to moan his name. He forced your arms off his body once again, allowing himself to go even lower, until his knees hit the floor and you shivered, just at the thought of him lifting your dress up and peppering kisses over your thighs. Your eyes closed in anticipation of the feeling, Jaehyun ran his hand on the back of your thigh and you almost lost balance.

“Baby?“ He called out for you and you opened your eyes with a grin to see him, only to actually lose balance and swap grin to shocked shaking. Jaehyun tightened his grip over your thigh, when he felt you fall back, your arms gripping onto the kitchen aisle behind you for dear life.

“Wha-what are you doing?“ you asked with a very distinctive tremble in your voice. It was pretty clear, the action, what he was doing was obvious, you still had to check with him though.

“Asking you to be my wife?“ Jaehyun reached out more the hand that had a jewellery box in it with the ring inside. Your mouth opened at the size of the rock on it, your mouth opened at the fact Jaehyun was down on one knee on your fake New Years countdown. You were shaking now for good, tears trying to block your view. “Baby, will you marry me?“ He asked properly, blocking any sounds from your throat. You were one step away from chocking on your tears. 

“Oh my god.“ You still gripped onto the kitchen counter with one hand, the other hand trying hard to hide your shock behind it. There wasn’t a minute in your day, when you thought huh, I expect Jaehyun to propose to me this month. He hasn’t even asked you what you think of it since you got back together, he never mentioned a wedding, neither did you and it made you cry so much harder. He stuck to what you two always discussed, not being a big awkward proposal, just you and him, soaking in the privacy of each other and taking a next step with no big announcements, you and him, like it always was and always will be. 

“You’re insane.“ You gasped once again.

“So you don’t want to marry me?“ Jaehyun asked smiling, underlining the don’t with the tone of his voice. “Because I’m a little crazy? Over you, may I add.“

“I do. No, I will marry you, happily.“ You chirped, finally, colliding with Jaehyun, as he tried to get up, and you tried to get down on his level, resulting in your arms wrapped over his neck, him lifting both of you up to stand up. “My brains are all scrambled after the filthiest make out session we could ever have. I thought you wanted to eat me out, not propose-“ You gave him the tightest hug, your heart beating in your ears, as you were processing, finally, what just happened. 

“I’m sorry I didn’t meet your expectations.“ He chuckled, sliding his arm up and down your back. “Since you said yes, will you let me get the ring on your finger? And let me kiss my fiancé? I can move those kisses south, if that’s what you actually wanted.“ you unwrapped your body from his, reaching your arm out, to get it in Jaehyun’s hold, the very next moment feeling the coldness of the ring over your ring finger and finally taking a look at the ring. Jaehyun held your face, giving you the most pristine kiss he could, like he didn’t try to eat your face off a moment ago. “I love you.“ He kissed the corner of your mouth.

“I was so lonely and heartbroken around this time last year, if you would’ve not let me have another chance in this, I would’ve never been happy. Ever. I just know I wouldn’t be able to have a life without you.“

“Oh, Jaehyun.“ You whispered caressing his cheek with the back of your palm. “When we were apart, I was never happy without you. Never. Not a single day.“

“If you ever decide again that we shouldn’t be together-“ you cut him off.

“I already did all the worst things for your career - gave you a baby, made you marry me and moved you in with me. There’s not a thing I could protect you from anymore.“

-

You were sitting between Jaehyun’s thighs on the couch, your eyes focused on the ring he gave you, his - on the bare shoulder that the dress revealed to him, and he was trying to fit about a hundred kisses on it, while also having a very mild, very lazy but oh so pleasures wedding conversation with you.

“When I thought of you and proposal, I thought you’d be a sickeningly romantic type of guy, not I’ll get my girlfriend moaning and then propose type of guy?“ You teased in a whisper. 

“I just wanted to give you a new year’s kiss and then I realised I’m losing my mind and if I don’t pause immediately I’m going to lose the moment completely. I really didn’t want to ask you to marry me with my head between your legs.“ his tongue traveled from behind your ear to your jaw.

“Good choices only from my perfect future husband.“ You cooed and rested your head against his chest.

“Mmh.“ Jaehyun sighed into your shoulder blade, you could only imagine how tired he was, from all the dancing and singing, you wouldn’t mind him falling asleep like that and making you his blanket. “So… should I ask you?“

“What is it?“ You whispered back at him, stroking his forearms with adoration. 

“Now, you are happy, right?“ He shifted under you and you knew the very reason he used this exact wording. “I must be right.“ He added in, as you tried to crook your neck enough to see him.

“I am, I’m the happiest when I’m with you.“

“That’s really all that matters to me in this life.“ Jaehyun moved his mouth closer to your ear and pecked it right after. 

“Shh, it’s not and it shouldn’t be.“ 

“I could agree, but I would blatantly lie to my future wife’s face and I wouldn’t want to do that.“ His lips landed behind your ear once again.  

“Taeyong said you’ve been acting funny lately, I can very clearly see what he meant by that.“ You tried to move your head a little away from him. 

“Yeah, and what he meant by that?“ Jaehyun teased, continuing to kiss your nape.

“Like you’re plotting something and not telling anything about it…“ you walked around it carefully. 

“Well, I did, plot something.“ Jaehyun brushed his fingers over the rock on your ring. 

“I’m pretty sure that’s not what he meant. He knows you very well, and I kinda know you too.“

“Yeah, kinda.“ His throaty chuckle tickled your ear. 

“Will you tell me?“ Jaehyun sighed.

“I was thinking,“ you gave him a nod, because he paused and made you nervous. “I’ve asked company, if I could publicly announce that I’m dati-.“ You twitched in his arms as soon as your brain worked out the ending to that sentence. 

“No,no,no. Don’t even finish that sentence. If you’ll say it out loud I’ll actually believe you’re considering this nonsense.“ Your voice even trembled, you were mortified at the prospect. 

“I asked company if I could announce that I’m dating a non-celebrity.“ Jaehyun repeated himself anyway. 

“Tell me you decided to celebrate all holidays in one day and we’re on April Fool’s now?“

“I know it’s shocking, but I don’t want you to feel like you don’t matter. You’re, in fact, all that matters to me.“ Jaehyun straightened his back under you, making you as well sit more properly. 

“Jaehyun, please. Why would I even feel that? I don’t feel like I don’t matter, I only say that I don’t stand a chance against your career. It’s different!“ You raised your voice a little at the end of your sentence. 

“I just feel like now, that we have Sohee, I need to do more to reassure you.“ Jaehyun still talked back to you with composure. 

“You’re making me dizzy.“ You tried to pull away from him, so you’d see his face and give him space and fresh air to reconsider his words. He probably was either horny or enchanted by the little human you made, he never has a chance to think straight when he’s at home. Anyone would get a little out of their mind with everything that’s going on. “I begged you to not be stupid, you swore you won’t be. It’s the only thing I ask of you, always. I don’t need reckless bravery from you, she doesn’t need it either. Crushing everything you worked for just like that is insane, Jaehyun. I wouldn’t want that for you. People are insane, they won’t understand.“ Jaehyun gripped onto you like you were his anchor, not letting you move.

“It’s not that. It’s just that-, It’s the rumours in media, that I’m dating this girl, just because we crossed eyes at some show and it’s getting big and company says I should just not read it, if I don’t feel comfortable about it. It’s giving me publicity and them money, they won’t deny and it’s making me insane. I don’t even know her.“ His arms let go of you, finally, when he sighed exasperated. You could tell by the sound of his voice this stupid thing was eating him alive. You couldn’t care less for things like that. Not when he was like a lovesick puppy whenever you looked at him, you wouldn’t even think of being jealous, if he even worried about that. 

“I don’t care, who the fuck would care for something like that? I don’t read celebrity gossip.“ You turned around in his lap, finally seeing his hurt state, your fingers grabbing onto his cheek to hold his face straight forward. 

“I know you don’t, but I don’t want Sohee 10 years later to open up a page about her dad being a fucking womaniser and thinking how he didn’t even have the balls to tell the world she existed.“ He looked you in the eyes and then again lowered them onto his lap, despite you holding on to his face. 

“You paired with a new girl every month, or week, or hour, is not making you a womaniser, baby, if you’ve been dating just me, it’s nothing but words. Our daughter would never think like that of you. And she would never ask you to recognise her publicly, neither would I. If that’s what we have to live with, then we’ll have the happiest life like that.“ Your fingers caressed Jaehyun’s cheek. “You’re overthinking too much, you’re making me sick worried for you. We need to talk, if you’re still not able to adjust to this all, it’s normal. There is so much on your plate, while I get to stay at home and just take care of her.“ You leaned in, leaving a barely there touch of your lips on the corner of his. 

Emotional spectrum of the night was making your head hurt, so much in just one night even for your brain. Somehow from horny to happy and excited you were falling into depressive and dark, Jaehyun really needed a break. 

“It’s not just taking care. You’re living through exactly the reason you didn’t want to take next steps with me. I’m just so scared you’ll slip through my fingers and this time I won’t be able to safe us. I love you so much, I can’t lose you ever again.“ Jaehyun covered your fingers on his cheek.

“Jaehyun, love, you worry too much. We already have our baby, you asked me to marry you almost a moment ago. If I wasn’t ready to do that with you, I would’ve left your room on Doyoung’s birthday and never called you back. We’re here today, in this apartment that’s our home now, because that’s what both of us wanted, with all those but’s and no’s.“ You whispered against his mouth, Jaehyun’s arms moving to wrap your sides. 

“I love you.“

"I do too, and I promise you, none of my concerns have to do anything with being a secret girlfriend." you gave Jaehyun a smile. You snuggled against his chest, closing your eyes, to enjoy properly cuddling against your fiance. 

"You have concerns and don't tell me?" Jaehyun's hand on your cheek made your head crane to see him better. "Again?"

"Yes, and won't tell you because you worry too much about me." You gave him a nod and hid in his chest once again. 

"For a reason. We already went once the wrong way because of that." he patted your bum. 

"Maybe, we did, but still, I won't tell you. It won’t ever go the same path again." You reassured him once again. You would never try to leave him ever again, the hurt and the struggle, it just wasn’t something you knew how to live with. You were so glued to each other, you really didn’t know how to be separate once again anymore. 

"Now you just have to let me know, I fear." Jaehyun suddenly chuckled, and you raised your head - he smiled and you felt relieved, just a little.

"Yeah, right after I told you I won't, you’re one funny man." You smirked back and bit onto your lip, anticipating an answer.

"I have a feeling you won't laugh too much if I set my mind on getting it out of you." You saw the tongue in his mouth make a circle. 

“I would like to see that, I’m so curious you wouldn’t believe.“ His tongue ran over his teeth, with a little roll of his eyes. You really hoped the tongue movement meant he would get the answer out of you with it.

“I’m not really sure, though, you’ll be able to keep your eyes open to see. Saying this from experience, usually your eyes are closed pretty tightly, your mouth making these loud ass gasps and pretty moans.“ Oh- OH, he did mean what you wanted him to mean with that. 

“Well, feels like we should just go to bed quickly, so we could check your theory and go to sleep right after, to gracefully announce our engagement to our families in the morning?" You teased, Jaehyun groping on the skin of your butt, while you drew little circles over his chest with your pointing finger.

"Everyone knows." Jaehyun chuckled, and you straightened your back. 

"Is that why my mom said-" is this why this weird sentence even happened, that she wants to see you in a wedding dress this year? 

"And moreover everyone’s invited to early lunch at our place tomorrow. Or I better say, today?“ Jaehyun gave you a very innocent look. 

"What?! You invited a bunch of people and only said it now?“ You were ready to jump off his lap to go make the house presentable, if only Jaehyun’s fingers didn’t grip onto your wrists and held you down “We don’t have any food, the house is a mess-." you got interrupted. 

"Gorgeous, I have it all figured out. Just be your pretty self, wave and smile and make sure everyone sees your four carat diamond ring?" Jaehyun sounded and looked at you like he was a filthy rich old man and you couldn’t get enough of him, when he was bragging about his wealth like that. He was in fact filthy rich, but also young, hot, smart, funny, undeniably sexy and all yours. 

"Agh-, I feel like I’m in a fever dream whenever you act like that. At least tell me who’s invited." You involuntarily rubbed against his crotch. 

"Just our families." Jaehyun caressed your neck with his thumb. "Actually, I invited Taeyong, but he’s convinced you’d hate to see him at our improvised engagement party."

"Why would he even think that?" You chuckled and stopped your hips from moving. Rubbing against Jaehyun, while talking about your best friend kind of made you ill. 

"I have no clue, we agreed he’ll show up, if you’ll confirm your wish to see him."

"That’s funny of him." You chuckled and thought of getting up to your phone, if only your undying wish to be forever glued to Jaehyun disappeared. 

"Should I take you to bed?" Jaehyun ran his pointing finger over your chin and cheek.

"Mmh, I’ll gladly get on top of you in there too." You replied in a whisper and licked through his lower lip. 

"I won’t spare a second then." Jaehyun grabbed onto your ass cheeks the very next moment, making every cell in your body fight the scream that almost exceeded you, wrapping his hands over your waist as he stood up to hold on to you tightly. You wouldn’t fall even if he let go, your arms and legs properly wrapping him. Jaehyun crossed the living room in what felt like five wide steps even though you were sure your apartment was much bigger last time you checked. Your body fell into the softness of the mattress on your bed and Jaehyun let go of you just for a moment, to get rid of the belt on his dress pants and pull himself out of the shirt that you were pretty sure he had to return maybe by tomorrow. He then pressed you down with his bare chest more into the mattress, the promise of you on top already forgotten by both of you. Your fingers found their spot over Jaehyun’s jaw and cheeks, wrapping around them and forcing his face in front of yours. 

You just wanted to take a good look at the man that made you this happy, at the man that loved you despite your sometimes idiotic ways of handling situations, despite you trying to run away, hurt him, make him hate you. Jaehyun gave you a heartwarming smile, leaning in and rubbing his nose against yours in a warm motion of I love you. You smiled back at him, running your thumb over his lower lip.

"I love you so much, my future husband." Jaehyun smiled wider, his mouth covering yours in a lick, that changed into a proper kiss, his mouth sucking in your lower lip, until your mouth opened in a moan to let his tongue in and right after you got in a clashing of tongues because neither of you ever wishes to give up the leadership of the other. And almost every time this happened, Jaehyun would buckle his hips against you as a distraction and also as a warning - I will tease you until you regret it. 

He did just that now too, and you tried to fight back, letting go of his mouth to leave sloppy kisses down his chin and neck, Jaehyun knowing exactly your thoughts and crawling a hand under the hem of the skirt on your dress. He easily moved it up your waist and his fingers freely kneaded the bare skin of your ass, especially harshly, when your mouth sucked in the skin of his collarbone giving you a warning. Hickeys were no go zone for you at all costs, you weren’t about to give him one - you teased and got exactly what you were asking for - Jaehyun peeling your mouth off his skin and getting his own mouth on yours - overpowering you in a battle and taking the lead. 

When it came to Jaehyun, you were horny to a tremble with a snap of his fingers, if he also had time to tease - you’d be not only trembling, but also covered in pleasures goosebumps. You didn’t need much foreplay, you didn’t have the privilege of having time for much prelude either. When you think of it, it was almost always that way. First you had to be careful, quiet and quick to not get busted at his dorm, the only safe space being your apartment, you had to be all that between his schedules and your working hours, and you had to be even more than that when you became parents and kissing and teasing to your hearts desires resulted in having no actual sex, when Sohee would wake up with absolutely no warning. 

As if, babies could be giving warnings, when they planned to cry. 

Now, too, you couldn’t know for sure - if she would still be peacefully sleeping, or wake up suddenly. Jaehyun bent your leg and let go of your mouth, lowering his face next to your thighs. He worked his mouth over the soft skin there, making you shiver the closer he got his wet lips to your very much burning heat. You whispered his name, really wishing to warn him, how you don’t have time and failing miserably because of his mouth on your left thigh and before you could process the action, he pecked you through the underwear, hooking his fingers to pull your panties to the side and swipe his tongue over your centre and then slightly pull away and just breathe. Your eyes focused on him, because you could sense he was waiting for any reaction from you. You breathed heavily, Jaehyun leaning in once again, to swipe his tongue in the other direction. Your palm trying to stop him, like you really tried to catch him by his forehead and push him away, but somehow missed and grabbed onto his hair and your hand forced his mouth more against you. 

"We really can’t risk our time-" your hips jerked up with Jaehyun’s tongue swirling over you in multiple motions. "Sohee can wake up around this time-. Ah-" you breathed heavily, as Jaehyun worked his tongue over you properly now. "Baby, I’m serious." You finally pushed his head off you, you really wanted him inside of you, you knew for sure he did too, he’s going to have a very busy season soon, travel a lot, you just wanted any and every chance of burying himself inside of you to be used.

"Yes?" Jaehyun asked you lazily, like he couldn’t understand your worries, his eyes glued to the mess he made out of you. 

"Can you fuck me already?" you raised a brow at him teasingly, Jaehyun smirking back at you.

"Whatever makes my future wife happy." You smiled and watched Jaehyun dispose your underwear. You had a feeling this will be his new favourite phrase. "Come here, let me get you naked." He whispered in a soft tone, his fingers reaching out for your hands so you’d sit up and he’d be able to get the dress off you as well. He did it quickly, letting the dress fall onto the floor. Jaehyun ran his eyes over your chest, focusing on your breasts with concern. "I think it’s healing." His fingers ran the ghost of your nipples. 

"You’re just trying to make me feel better. I think she continues to latch on wrongly at times, it just hurts less."

"Gorgeous, I’m so sorry." Jaehyun leaned in, placing careful kisses around the areola of each of your breast. "It’ll be my pleasure to have you as my pillow princess." Jaehyun pushed your shoulders softly back down, his eyes still very much glued to the evidence of one of your every day struggles. 

"Stop staring, breastfeeding makes my chest ugly." 

"I hope you know how badly I wanna fight you about that, you’re lucky I can’t lose my time." Jaehyun pointed out, his fingers undoing his dress pants, that had the same faith to be dropped to the pile of clothes on the floor. 

"There are a lot of things you’d gladly fight with me about." You watched Jaehyun crawl over you and setting your legs wider apart. "Are you sure you want to get married?" You teased, running both your hands from his collarbones down to his thighs. 

"It’s my pleasure fighting with you over how perfect you are. My little miss perfect." Jaehyun cooed over you, lining himself up with you. "My almost mrs little miss perfect." He snorted a remark, diving in deep inside of you, taking all your breath away, because you thought he at least would say something as a warning. He made multiple moves, finding a pace that would not make the both of you bust too quickly. Jaehyun rolled his hips against you, burying himself deep, his thighs making that filthy sound of skin slapping against skin. Your fingers found his neck, pulling Jaehyun in, forcing him to open his mouth so you could play with his tongue. He let you, gasping as your mouth sucked on it. You shifted your legs, grasping on his waist and moving yourself towards Jaehyun as he moved towards you. Jaehyun grunted at the change of the angle, his little grunts filling the room as they accompanied every push of his hips. 

His hands were all over the place, you could clearly tell his wish of teasing your chest, how he couldn’t find the right place to put them as they always ended up halfway to your boobs. You slid your fingers onto his pelvis, stopping his action mid way, you had a good idea how to eliminate the temptation.

"What you want to do?" He smirked, pulling out of you obediently. You ignored his question, raising on your knees to slide your lips against Jaehyun’s. 

"Let me turn around." You watched your fiancé pull a little away, watching you gather duvet under your pelvis and lying on your stomach with your butt sticking out.

"I give you a ring and you chose to turn away as I fuck you, very ungrateful of you." Jaehyun teased and slipped back in, his playfulness changing in two quick motions back to grunting. You grabbed onto his fingers, that were keeping him above you, next to your head, trying to lace them through with yours but also not make him lose balance. "Do you like that? I bet you love it like that." Jaehyun lowered himself on his elbows, getting closer to your head.

You shifted, sticking your ass more up and letting Jaehyun hit the new spot and forcing a very pleasures moan out of you, him at first making the tiniest moan escape his mouth, stopping himself right after he heard you though, you were pretty sure to hear you better.

"Don’t stop making those little noises, it’s so fucking hot to hear your little cries for me, baby." You pressed your face into the duvet, it felt so good and Jaehyun moved around more, moving his palms onto your sides, forcing your back bend more for him and hitting it even deeper than before.

"Fuck-" you panted, your face against the fabric didn’t help you to get enough air in your lungs. Jaehyun also moved his arms around, pressing into your shoulder with his palm. Lack of oxygen definitely did something to your brain, you moaned into the pillow louder, your hips trying to catch Jaehyun mid action.

"I’m not lasting much longer." Jaehyun lowered his lips on your back, leaving kisses all over it. Your arm reached out for him, trying to hook over his neck to wrestle him onto the mattress. Like the man of your dreams that he was, Jaehyun was always able to read your thoughts. He moved from under your arm and plopped with his back onto the mattress. Your thighs straddled his before he could reach his hands out to you, and you lined him up with yourself, lowering with Jaehyun’s help onto him. 

"Agh-" you cried out, lifting your thighs back up and sitting back down. Jaehyun held onto your waist, helping you with every move. You opened your eyes - you wanted to see how Jaehyun was feeling. You were caught up with his stare - Jaehyun looked at you with so much adoration and admiration, his lips adorned with the tinies smile that still made his dimples visible accompanied with little grunts that escaped him eventually. You moved your palm from his chest onto his face, trying to block his view. "Stop staring." You cooed, feeling Jaehyun’s lips kissing your palm that covered them. 

"No, I want to see how long you’ll last with your riding." He smirked and let go of your waist, making it obviously harder for you to make those very rhythmical and deep motions. “Also just trying to see your eyes wide open." You moved your arm away, Jaehyun sitting up more and resting his back against the headboard, pulling you up with him like you were a paper doll. He let go of you once again, allowing you to continue what you were doing. Your hips were beginning to burn a little. Jaehyun’s mouth catching your shoulders and collarbone shifted your brain from the burning pain in your legs, not for long, though.

"I’m giving you pleasure and that’s your payback? Very ungrateful of you too. Seems like we make a perfect pair." You cried, by now he should clearly see your struggle, have mercy and take the lead from you. "What if you regret your proposal because we don’t have fun sex life?" Jaehyun tried to kiss your mouth, grabbing your neck with his hand, you moved away to see his satisfied smirk better.

"I think constant fear of being busted scrambled your brains. Now it’s not there and you think we lack excitement." Jaehyun sucked on your lower lip, you needed to push him away to return to him with a reply.

"No, I’m just constantly thinking what if Sohee wakes up now, and I haven’t heard my husband sexy moan as he cums."

"Maybe you should ask him to do things properly for you?“

"I’m afraid it’ll get to his head. He’s getting a little full of himself, when I tell him he’s the best at everything. I fear a little it’ll blow he’s head off if I also tell him he’s the greatest in fucking-." Jaehyun’s arms closed around your waist, making you sink into him with more force, your eyes rolling into your head with how good it felt. "Fuck, but he really is the greatest in this too-." You moaned and found Jaehyun’s mouth blindly, as his arms were pulling you up and down on him. 

"Oh, wait." Jaehyun very suddenly stopped holding on to you, turning his head to the watch on the bedside table "What time is it?" He asked you and looked away again. "Let me see the watch." He actually had the audacity to reach for his phone and light up the screen. 2:58, you looked together with him. Why the fuck would that information matter to him now- " Da-amn, it’s almost three, looks like it’s almost New Years somewhere else. I guess I just have to fuck you into the New Year." he dropped the phone and turned you around, so you’d be finally under him. 

"Agh, I really hate your brain-" you got interrupted with your own moan and Jaehyun’s mouth, as he slapped his hips agains’t yours in a pace that would finish you two off quickly.

-

“Sometimes I lie down and think how we almost didn’t have all of this…because of me. I’m so sorry. I was selfish and stupid.“ your fingers randomly ran over Jaehyun’s upper arm while he held you close to his heart. 

“There’s nothing to be sorry about, love. You have a heart so big you were ready to sacrifice your happiness for my career. It’s my pleasure being loved by someone like you.“ Jaehyun’s lips touched the top of your head.

“And the pleasure is all yours.“ You chuckled and swiftly wrapped your leg around Jaehyun’s torso, making your body straddle his hips one again. Jaehyun’s very warm palm touched your lower stomach, sliding it up to your solar plexus and between your breasts, until it reached your neck and he wrapped his fingers around it, pulling your face towards him.

“Want me to make you another baby?“ Jaehyun kissed your mouth, you could tell he was joking, if he wanted one more baby he would’ve asked you before you slid your naked body against his. “Us, a baby. I didn’t get to be with you through it all, I would pay all the money in the world if I could just turn back time and be with you two through all days and nights.“ 

“Shh, what if Sohee hears us?“ You blabbered the very first thing that came to your head to not get emotional once again.

“Well, I’m sure she can’t understand a thing, would be glad to have a sibling and already heard my attempts at trying to give her one hundredths of times, probably.“ Jaehyun clicked his tongue and rubbed your cheek.

“Stop, before I think you’re serious.“ You giggled, wrapping both your arms over his head. “You wouldn’t want two under two in one house with your schedule.“

“I would love to have whatever number of babies you would want to have with me, doesn’t matter if it’s two under two, or ten under five.“

“Ten?“ You almost laughed out loud.

“Well, if we have twins or triplets it is possible, in theory." He really considered that, huh?  "Not like I want you to do that.“

“Well, it’s nice to hear it’s just a theory.“ You couldn’t hold back a giggle and kiss his mouth. You didn’t want him to know you’d birth as many babies as he wanted, because seeing him happy was the only thing you cared for.

“We, anyway, still have to wait for baby number two for at least another 6 months or your doctor will scold me.“ He stated matter-of-factly. How would he own that information, when you didn’t? 

“Huh?“ You pulled back to hear him continue. 

“No, it’s nothing.“ Jaehyun definitely realised he wasn’t meant to say that.

“What do you mean it’s nothing, why would you say that in the first place? Did you call her? Did you call my doctor?“ You squeezed your eyes and tried to choke him with your arms still wrapped over his head and your body hovering over his. 

“I didn’t.“

“Jaehyun-“ you practiced your scolding voice at him.

“No, I swear I didn’t I’m not THAT nosy.“ Jaehyun rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“Oka-“ you almost believed his eye roll.

“I asked her in person when I was taking you two home.“ You almost chocked on air.

“And what exactly did you ask?“ 

“How long we have to wait before it’s okay for you to do that“ he moved his body under yours in a thrust “again and possibly get pregnant.“

“You’re- insufferable.“ You chocked half way. It suddenly hit you that he did, in fact, want another baby ASAP. 

“She was sweet about it.“

“I bet she was, you paid too much money for that hospital.“ You snorted.

“It’s not about money, it’s about you two having the best things I could possibly provide.“ You gave a peck to the corner of his lips, Jaehyun’s hand squeezing your bare thigh under the duvet. 

“So what did she tell you?“

“Nothing much.“ He once again tried to play pretend.

“You’re a terrible liar Jeong Jaehyun, just say it.“

“That our baby is a big girl and I need to keep it chill for at least two months and that your body would probably heal in about 12 or 18 months depending on how fast everything goes back to normal.“

“You refused to have sex with me because of that?“ You were actually scandalised now.

“Did I? When did I?“ He scratched his head with humour, you wanted to smack him, because the first month of celibacy was obvious - your body needed it, your mind needed it, you were readjusting to new life while also healing. Second month was purely on Jaehyun and you couldn’t understand why exactly after Sohee’s 2 months celebration he dragged you to the bedroom like a caveman, when you were always there for him to take.

“You know that vaginas do not heal by magic two months sharp after pushing a baby out?“ You had to say it in the same matter-of-factly tone.

“But yours did?“ He smiled innocently. 

“Way before that and I’ve told you times, baby boy.“ You teased. 

“Mmm, baby boy? That’s new, I almost forgot you were an old lady.“

“I hope you know I hated this so bad.“ You sighed, plopping yourself on his chest.

“I know, gorgeous, I know.“ Jaehyun kissed the top of your head once again and like a magical spell you drifted to sleep.

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I bet no one expected these two to return, especially as a family of three, it's been a few years and I've decided an open ending doesn't mean we can't imagine what could've happened to this couple. hope you enjoyed!

and I hope you all had a very Merry Christmas!

and will have a very blessed New Year :)

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[osachiyo]

i woke up horny at 8:30AM good morning i am thinking of fedya with a cumslut reader aka me

fedya who grins when you whine and pout when he pulls out, mocking you for being such a needy whore, ogling shamelessly at how his cum slowly seeps out of you before fucking it right back in UGH sorry i just came

not the filthiest thing i’ve thought up but probably the filthiest im going to share because i have found a nice community of degenerates here /lovingly

-🪽

nonnie i think most of us here are cum sluts for fedya 🤭 that man is dangerous ! (literally and figuratively) reader is fem btw <3

a low groan of your name left fyodor's lips from feeling your velvet walls squeeze around him so perfectly — sweat dripping down his pale skin from the humidity in the room. your legs were wrapped securely around his waist, pulling his even closer — even deeper than he was already buried inside of you. you felt his warm seed flood your insides, stuffing you fully to the brim that it started to overflow — drip down the sides of his cock and onto the soaked bedsheets, forming white splotches on the soft linen. you could tell that he was pent up from the sheer amount of cum he just dumped into you.

"gosh, aren't you just the cutest little toy for me," he panted out, a smile forming on his thin lips. "such a good girl," fyodor practically purred, eyes heavy and half lided, slowly beginning to pull his cock out from your battered cunt. the tip flushed tip left your cunt with a wet 'pop!', making the both of you gasp in unison at the overstimulation. bony, long fingers found yours — intertwining themselves with your smaller, softer hands, a perfect contrast if you ask him.

you felt his heavy gaze on you — specifically, in between your spread legs, which you quickly tried to shut together — but fyodor was too fast. he parted your thighs once more with a disapproving click of his tongue, amethyst eyes narrowing down at you — "let me see the mess we just created, my love."

fyodor felt his breath hitch at the nasty view — his cum dripping down your poor, swollen little pussy and onto the sheets under. each clench of your hole made more of his seed leak out, it was just so ...lewd.

a moan caught in your throat when you felt him collect most of the cum dripping out before shoving it back in using two fingers. "can't have you wasting any, sweetheart — don't you wanna stay nice and full for me until i take you again? hm? here, let me plug you up.."

[growthhyp]

The Garage Sale III

Aiden stumbled through the bustling college quad, his oversized backpack digging into his bony shoulders. His eyes remained glued to the screen of his phone, navigating the digital labyrinth of his latest coding assignment. The mid-afternoon sun cast a stark contrast on the concrete jungle around him, highlighting the stark difference between the vibrant life of the school and his own monochrome existence. He was a creature of solitude, a black-haired, bespectacled ghost weaving through the throngs of chattering students and athletes. His skin, a rich, deep brown, almost seemed to absorb the light, making him even more invisible amidst the sea of faces.

As he approached the library, Aiden felt the familiar knot in his stomach tighten. It was the same feeling he got every time he knew Abe was nearby. The ginger behemoth was a constant thorn in his side, a living embodiment of everything Aiden was not: brawny, brash, and basking in the adoration of his peers. The jock's laughter, booming and obnoxious, echoed through the air like a siren's call, and Aiden's heart quickened as he tried to stealthily navigate past the group of muscle-bound football players. But fate, it seemed, had other plans.

"Hey, look what the cat dragged in!" Abe's voice sliced through the din, and a wall of testosterone parted to reveal him. He towered over Aiden, his bulging biceps stretching the fabric of his crimson jersey. Aiden felt his cheeks flush as he looked up into the jock's piercing blue eyes. A cruel smirk played on Abe's lips as he stepped closer, casting a shadow over the smaller man.

"What's up, geek?" Abe sneered, his breath hot and minty against Aiden's cheek. "Still playing on that little toy of yours?" He snatched the phone from Aiden's trembling hand, glancing at the screen with feigned interest before tossing it back with a chuckle. "You should come watch me practice sometime. Maybe you'll learn how to be a man."

Aiden's stomach churned, but he clenched his fists and took a deep breath. "I've got better things to do," he muttered, trying to regain his composure. The phone screen cracked slightly when it hit the ground, and Aiden winced. That was a new low, even for Abe. He bent down to retrieve it, his heart racing.

"What's the matter, Aiden?" Abe's smirk grew wider. "You don't like watching real men at work?" His friends, a pack of equally burly athletes, roared with laughter. Aiden's cheeks burned with humiliation. He had to get out of here, now. He straightened up and looked Abe in the eye, his voice quivering. "I've got a class to get to."

Abe stepped aside, feigned disappointment etched on his face. "Too bad," he said, slapping Aiden's back hard enough to make him stumble. "Some other time, I guess." The group of jocks jeered as Aiden scurried away, the echo of their laughter following him into the library's welcoming silence.

Once inside, Aiden found refuge in the quiet embrace of the computer lab, his sanctuary from the world outside. He slumped into his chair, his heart still pounding in his chest. Being Abe's roommate was a living nightmare. They had been randomly paired by the school's housing system, and the irony wasn't lost on Aiden. The jock's boisterous energy and alpha-male posturing clashed violently with his own introverted nature, leaving him feeling like a caged animal in his own room. Aiden's only solace was his computer, the digital world his escape from the relentless barrage of insults and pranks that Abe subjected him to.

But even as the jock's cruelty replayed in his mind, Aiden couldn't help but feel his body react in an unexpected way. Abe's muscular physique was like a siren's call to his hidden desires. Every time Abe flexed his biceps, every time he saw the way his abs rippled when he took off his shirt, Aiden felt a twinge of arousal. It was confusing and humiliating, but he couldn't deny the attraction. He tried to shake the images from his mind, focusing on the cold, lifeless screen in front of him. But as he typed away, his thoughts kept drifting back to Abe's body.

The memory of their first encounter in the dorm room washed over him. Aiden had been unpacking his bags when Abe strutted in, all confidence and bravado. His ginger hair was a fiery crown atop his broad shoulders, and his skin was the color of a perfectly roasted sweet potato. Aiden had felt his cock stiffen in his pants as Abe threw his duffel bag onto the bed and flexed his arms, the veins in his forearms popping as he claimed the top bunk. It was like watching a living, breathing Greek statue come to life, and Aiden had been utterly captivated.

In the weeks that followed, the bullying had only intensified, but so had Aiden's infatuation. He found himself sneaking glances at Abe whenever he could, his eyes lingering on the way the jock's muscles moved beneath his skin like a living tapestry. He would lie in his bed at night, listening to the sound of Abe's deep, even breathing, and imagine what it would be like to trace his fingers over those powerful contours. He knew it was wrong, that he should despise the very thought of Abe's touch, but his body had a mind of its own.

One fateful afternoon, the breaking point came. Aiden had had enough. As Abe loomed over him in the dorm, poking fun at his latest coding project, Aiden felt a surge of anger unlike anything he had ever experienced. He shoved Abe's hand away, knocking over the half-empty protein shake that had been perched on the edge of his desk. The sticky, sweet liquid spattered across the floor, and the room fell silent.

Abe's eyes narrowed, his smirk fading to a snarl. "You little shit," he growled, his fists clenching. "You're going to pay for that."

Without a second thought, Aiden bolted. His skinny legs, usually reserved for carrying his slender frame from one class to another, found a newfound speed as he dashed through the dorm's hallways. The chorus of Abe's outraged curses and his heavy footsteps grew louder behind him. Adrenaline coursed through Aiden's veins, turning his fear into a wild, untamed beast that propelled him forward.

He sped past the open doors of the dorms, ignoring the stunned stares of his peers. His heart thumped in his chest like a drum, each beat a reminder of the danger that lurked just steps away. Aiden knew he couldn't outrun Abe forever, but every second he managed to stay ahead was a victory in its own right.

As the sound of Abe's footsteps grew closer, Aiden's eyes scanned the area for an escape. His gaze fell upon a house with a garage sale sign hanging askew from the doorframe. Without a moment's hesitation, he dashed down the driveway and ducked into the open garage, panting heavily.

The owner of the garage sale was Jack, a towering figure of masculine power that stood out even in the sea of muscular jocks at the college. His straight, tall body was sculpted by rigorous bodybuilding routines, and his attire was as enigmatic as the house behind him. He wore a vibrant blue tank top that clung to his broad chest and bulging biceps, hinting at the strength beneath. Skin-tight black shorts accentuated his powerful legs, and white sneakers with tight laces completed the look. The silver necklace with a gothic cross around his neck shimmered in the sunlight, adding an unexpected touch of elegance to his intimidating presence.

The ancient-looking house with ivy climbing up the walls loomed in the background, whispering secrets of its mystical heritage. The garage was a treasure trove of vibrant garments, a stark contrast to the well-maintained lawns and quaint neighborhood. Aiden, panting and trembling, stumbled into this whimsical scene, his eyes wide with fear as he searched for a place to hide from Abe's wrath.

Jack, the owner of the garage sale, looked up from his perch atop a sturdy wooden chair, his silver necklace glinting in the sunlight. He took in the sight of the panic-stricken college student with a knowing smile. The garments around him fluttered in the gentle breeze, their colors popping against the dark, mysterious aura of the house.

"Looks like you're in a bit of a hurry, friend," Jack drawled, his deep voice rumbling through the garage like distant thunder.

Aiden's eyes darted around the space, his breath coming in shallow gasps. "Please, I… I just need to hide for a moment," he stammered, his gaze landing on the towering figure before him.

Jack's smile grew, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth. "From what?" he inquired, his eyes sparkling with a mischievous glint. The garments around them fluttered, as if eager to hear Aiden's response.

"Abe," Aiden managed to croak out, his voice trembling. "He's… he's been bullying me since we became roommates." He paused, taking in a deep breath to steady himself. "He just… he's a jock, and he doesn't like that I'm… that I'm different."

Jack's expression grew serious, his eyes scanning Aiden with a newfound intensity. "Ah," he murmured, his voice a gentle rumble. "A classic case of the lion and the lamb." He stood up, his muscles rippling as he towered over the trembling student. "Don't worry, little one. You're safe here."

With a wave of his hand, Jack indicated the racks of clothes surrounding them. "Why don't you pick something out?" he suggested, his voice a low purr. "A change of attire might just be what you need to throw that oaf off your scent."

Aiden's eyes widened at the prospect. He had never thought of using clothing as a disguise before. The idea was ludicrous, but at the same time, it was strangely appealing. He shuffled through the racks, his trembling hands brushing against the fabric of shirts that screamed confidence and colors that shouted rebellion. The garments were a stark departure from his usual plain t-shirts and baggy pants, a silent manifesto of self-expression that he had never allowed himself to indulge in before.

Jack watched him with a knowing smile, his powerful arms folded across his chest. "Take your time," he said, his voice a comforting bass. "Find something that makes you feel… seen."

Aiden's eyes fell upon a faded black hoodie and matching jogger pants that looked as if they had been worn by someone of Jack's size. They were simple, yet exuded a strange power, as if they had been imbued with the confidence of a hundred fiery comebacks and the resilience of a thousand unspoken truths. The fabric was soft to the touch, and Aiden could almost feel the warmth of the garments wrapping around him, shielding him from the world's cruel eyes. He looked up at Jack, hope flickering in his gaze.

"Those?" Aiden's voice was barely a whisper.

Jack nodded, his smile widening. "They're perfect for you," he said, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "They're my old clothes, from back when I was your age. They've got a bit of history, a bit of fight in them. I can see it in your eyes, you want to fight back. But remember, not every battle is won with fists."

Aiden swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. "Can… can I change here?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Jack's smile grew even wider, his eyes twinkling with understanding. "Of course," he said, gesturing towards a makeshift changing room in the corner of the garage. It was nothing more than a large, velvet curtain that had seen better days, but to Aiden, it was a beacon of hope. "Take your time. The clothes will fit you like a glove, I promise."

With trembling hands, Aiden stepped behind the curtain, the fabric swishing around him like a dark cloak. He peeled off his own shirt and pants, his skin sticking to the fabric with a cold sweat. As he slipped on the black hoodie and jogger pants, they felt strange on his body—like a second skin that whispered promises of strength and protection. He looked at his reflection in a dusty mirror that leaned precariously against the garage wall, and for a moment, he didn't recognize himself. The clothes were indeed too big for him, hanging off his skeletal frame like a child playing dress-up in his father's oversized attire. Yet, there was something about them that made him feel… different.

As the fabric settled into place, a warmth spread through his body, starting from his chest and radiating down to his toes. He could feel the magic of the garments coursing through him, and with it, a strange sensation grew in his groin. Aiden's eyes widened as he looked down to see his cock stiffening and growing, pushing against the fabric of the jogger pants. The sensation was both terrifying and exhilarating, and he could feel his cheeks flush with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. The hoodie's fabric grew taut around his shoulders, stretching and morphing as his body began to change, filling out the garments in a way that seemed impossible for his lanky frame.

A soft moan of pleasure slipped from his lips as he felt his muscles swell. His biceps bulged, pushing the sleeves of the hoodie to their limits, and his chest grew broad and firm, the fabric of the shirt straining to contain the newfound power beneath it. His abs rippled as they formed, each one defined and strong. The sensation was overwhelming, and he reached up to touch the new contours of his body, his fingers tracing the lines of his pecs in amazement. His once-concave stomach had transformed into a washboard of power that begged to be admired.

His shoulders broadened, the seams of the hoodie giving way to reveal the beginnings of a pair of broad, powerful shoulders that could carry the weight of the world—or at least the burden of his heavy backpack with ease. The fabric of the garments grew taut across his back, highlighting the growth of his muscles as they expanded to fill the space. Aiden felt his heart race as the transformation continued, the blood pulsing through his veins like a symphony of strength.

The sensation grew more intense, his spine straightening and lengthening as muscles he had never felt before began to take shape. His back grew wider, the bones of his ribcage stretching and popping as they made room for the newfound bulk of his torso. He couldn't help but let out a low moan of pleasure and surprise, his breath hitching as his body continued to change before his very eyes. The feeling of power surging through him was intoxicating, a heady mix of arousal and adrenaline that made his knees weak.

Aiden looked down at his legs and gasped. They were no longer the spindly sticks that had carried him from one class to the next; they were thick, powerful pillars that could support the weight of his newfound strength. His calves bulged with each step he took, the muscles flexing and moving beneath his skin like living art. His feet grew larger, filling the space in his sneakers Jack had handed him with a satisfying snugness. The fabric of the jogger pants stretched tightly over his newly sculpted thighs, the seams straining against the unyielding pressure of his growth.

And his cock… it was massive, thick and heavy, demanding attention. It was as if the garments had brought to life every fantasy he had ever dared to think about Abe. The fabric of the jogger pants struggled to contain the monstrous length and girth that now filled his vision. The pressure was unbearable, and Aiden couldn't help but let out a soft moan as he reached down to adjust himself. His hand wrapped around his shaft, and the sensation was like nothing he had ever felt before—his skin was sensitive, electrified, begging for touch.

With trembling fingers, Aiden pulled down his pants, his cock springing free like a caged animal released into the wild. The sight of it was almost too much to handle, and he couldn't resist the urge to stroke himself. The feeling was indescribable—each stroke sent a bolt of pleasure through his body, making his knees weak and his toes curl. The air was thick with the scent of his arousal, mixing with the faint scent of the garage's dust and the musky aroma of the leather jackets that hung nearby. His eyes rolled back in his head, and he leaned against the mirror for support, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps.

As he came back to reality, Aiden realized the extent of the transformation. The once-shy college student was now a confident, dominant force, his mind ablaze with a hunger for male submission. The very thought of dominating a man, of feeling his cock buried deep inside someone else, filled him with a sense of power that was both terrifying and exhilarating. His interests had shifted in an instant—gone were the nights spent coding and playing video games. Now, all Aiden could think about was the rush of adrenaline from the football field, the feel of a tight end around his thick, swollen cock. His former love for comics and computers had been replaced by a ravenous appetite for physical conquest and the thrill of the chase.

But with this newfound confidence came a sharp decline in his intellect. His thoughts had become as thick and murky as the fog that rolled in off the ocean, clouding his once-sharp mind. His IQ had plummeted to a mere 70, leaving him struggling to grasp the complex concepts he had once found so easy. It was as if the garments had stolen his intelligence in exchange for his newfound strength and bravado. The very idea of his previous life—his studies, his quiet solitude—now seemed like a distant memory, a fading dream from a life he no longer knew.

The transformation wasn't just physical; it was a complete shift in his essence. The clothes had imbued him with a raw, primal power that was undeniable, and it was all he could think about. His once-shy persona had been swallowed whole by this new, alpha-male identity, leaving Aiden to grapple with his newfound desires.

As the first wave of pleasure crashed over him, Aiden's eyes rolled back in his head, and he let out a guttural groan that echoed through the garage. His body convulsed as he came, the warmth of his cum spilling out over his fist and down his thighs. The scent of his arousal filled the small space, mingling with the dust and the faint smell of motor oil. The garments around him seemed to pulse with excitement, as if feeding off his sexual energy.

Jack's eyes widened slightly from outside the curtain, the sound of Aiden's pleasure music to his ears. He knew that the transformation was complete, that the magic of the garments had taken hold. He had seen it before, the way they could change someone so fundamentally, so completely. It was a heady power, one that he reveled in.

As Aiden's breathing evened out, he felt it—the beginnings of a new arousal, his cock swelling once more. He looked down in shock, his hand still sticky with cum, as the fabric of the jogger pants stretched and strained against his burgeoning erection. The magic of the garments was potent, and having worn two of them at once had amplified the effect.

The warmth grew stronger, spreading from his groin and enveloping his entire body. It was a warmth unlike any he had ever felt—it didn't just feel good, it felt… right. It was a warmth that filled him with a deep, primal urge to conquer, to claim what was his. His heart raced, his thoughts a jumbled mess of desire and confusion.

Jack's voice broke through the haze, a gentle rumble that seemed to resonate in Aiden's very bones. "How do you feel, my friend?" he called out, a hint of excitement in his tone.

Aiden's eyes snapped open, his breathing ragged. "Jack… what… what have you done to me?" His voice was deeper, more assertive than he had ever heard it.

Jack stepped closer to the curtain, his own heart racing with excitement. "It's all part of the transformation," he said, his voice soothing. "The clothes, they… they have a way of bringing out the true you."

Aiden's hand stilled on his cock, the pleasure subsiding to a dull throb. He looked at the mirror again, his eyes widening as he took in his new image. He was no longer the skinny nerd that Abe could push around. Now, he was something else entirely—powerful, dominant, a creature of pure masculine desire. The warmth grew stronger, and he felt his body swell with each pulse of blood in his veins. His skin grew tight and hot, the garments clinging to him like a second skin.

The grey hoodie groaned in protest as Aiden's shoulders bulged, tearing the fabric with the ease of a lion shaking off a wet coat. The material split along the seams, revealing the swell of his biceps and the sharp lines of his triceps. The cotton fibers struggled to contain the explosion of muscles that had overtaken his body. His chest ballooned, the fabric of the shirt straining and popping as his abs grew more defined, each one a ridge of power beneath the surface. The neckline gave way, the fabric no match for the newfound bulk that was Aiden's shoulders.

Aiden looked down at his legs, his calves now bulging and thick, the once-flimsy jogger pants now nothing but shreds around his ankles. His feet had grown to size 16, the sneakers Jack had provided now a sad, discarded memory. His toes wiggled in the cool garage air, and he marveled at the sight of them, strong and powerful. The briefs, once a snug fit, now clung to his hips like a lover's embrace, the elastic stretched to its limits by the monstrous cock that jutted out obscenely before him.

The urge to touch himself was overwhelming, and Aiden couldn't resist. He wrapped his hand around his shaft, feeling the warmth and weight of it, the fabric of his briefs doing little to hide his newfound size. His strokes grew more vigorous as the warmth in his groin spread, his moans filling the garage like a siren's call. His hips bucked involuntarily, his body moving with a mind of its own, seeking release from the intense pleasure that was building.

Jack's smile grew wider as he watched through the crack in the curtain. He had seen this transformation before, the way the garments could strip away the layers of a man's identity and leave him a creature of pure, unbridled desire. He knew that once Aiden emerged from that changing room, there would be no going back. The transformation was complete.

As the warmth grew to a crescendo, Aiden's thoughts grew more primal. He no longer cared about his studies, his coding projects, or the quiet life he had once known. His mind was a raging sea of muscular men, their powerful bodies writhing in a tapestry of passion and submission. He was the captain of this ship, the master of this domain, and he would conquer them all.

Aiden felt his cock throb with anticipation, and with a roar of pleasure, he came again. His seed spurted forth, painting the dusty mirror before him in a display of dominance. The room filled with the scent of his release, a potent aphrodisiac that seemed to thicken the very air. The garments around him quivered with excitement, as if in response to his newfound power. His orgasm was a declaration of war against the weakness that had once defined him.

As the waves of pleasure receded, Aiden's eyelids grew heavy. The exertion of his transformation had left him drained, and the warmth of the garments lulled him into a deep, satisfied sleep. He slumped against the mirror, his muscular form heaving with each ragged breath. The sticky mess of his cum was a testament to the intensity of the change, a reminder of the power that now surged through his veins.

Jack watched him from the shadows, his smile never wavering. He knew that once Aiden awoke, his world would be forever changed. The magic of the garments had done its work, turning the shy, introverted college student into a creature of unbridled desire and physical prowess. The sleeping giant was now a force to be reckoned with, and Jack couldn't wait to see the havoc he would wreak upon the unsuspecting college campus.

[nctstar]

poly! nct 127 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ threesome ver.

hard dom members x sub reader

pairing: nct 127 x fem!reader

word count: 2.6k

genre: smut

warnings: sexual content so minors please dni! everything is consensual, hard dom members, heavy degradation and bsdm content (don't read if triggering), safeword discussed, oral (male and female receiving), rough penetrative sex (unprotected, please be safe irl), manhandling, hair pulling, painplay + impact play (whipping), face slapping + spanking, squirting, fingering, clitoral stimulation, double penetration (same hole), a lot of crying, begging, sexual punishment, daddy kink, kissing, anal (female receiving), multiple orgasms + overstimulation, intense orgasms, mentioning ex during sex, handjob, hand over mouth (female receiving), profanity, (everything is really messy idk how to write this so you hopefully get what i mean)

disclaimer: this is a fanfiction purely from my (filthy) imagination. I don't know the nct members and don't claim that they act like this in real life. I also do not condone any of the activity by any of the characters in this fic. everything is consensual and safewords/limits have been discussed prior to the scene - sex is only sex when it's fun for both parties, please keep this in mind <3

so um...here's this. I was running on matcha coffee 3 hours of sleep and 2 episodes of pretty little liars all before 9am yesterday when something in my body just felt COMPELLED to write this, so here it is :D also labyrinth ch 2 is COMINGG i just need time to write it in a good way, but i've planned the entire thing and am excited to see how it ends up. also, i've decided to make poly! nct a series, not quite sure if i'll keep the same pairings or how this will work but it won't only be smut, i plan to write lots of different types of scenarios for them. anyways, love you, bye for now xx

Mark & Taeyong ~ Thighs slipping against each other, water dripping down to your ankles as you stumbled towards Taeyong’s parted legs. “Bend over.” He commanded, but you felt the shove before you could, pushing you forward with a gasp. Mark’s open hand now pressing down on the shallow bend of your back, he toyed with the strings of your bikini bottom, chuckling darkly at your every whine. Taeyong grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your face inches away from his. You winched as his grip tightened, hard enough to leave bruises. “Fucking slut.” Your heart hammered as you felt the cold air hit your now bare core and ass, Mark squeezing the plush of your behind as he groaned in pleasure. “Fuck, she’s so sexy.” He drawled. The panic began to quicken, pouring down your veins like ice water when you felt the wood-hard bulb of his dick press against your exposed hole. Eyes watering, you begged, not quite sure what you were begging for. “Please, please, p-please…” Mark slapped your ass in response, the tears now rolling down your cheeks as you cried out. Your vision whitened, side of your face stinging as Taeyong slapped you, twice, the edges of his ring marking a spot underneath your cheekbones. “Bend the fuck over. All the way.” You nodded as you cried, shutting your eyes as you held your ankles and let your head hang down, the blood rush making you delirious.

The pain and pleasure made your legs tremble, losing control of your body, gripping until you felt the bony edges of your ankles, moans ripping themselves from your throat as Mark bottomed out. “So big, please…” You gasped, as if his cock choked you from the inside. You babbled apologies, shaking your head when you heard the sound of Taeyong’s zipper above Mark’s sloppy thrusts. “Please, n-no…no more, I can-nghh,” you trailed off, feeling your own release grease your inner thighs, shame pooling in the bottom of your stomach. “We’re not done here, slut. No safe word means you still want this. Stupid whore.” Taeyong groaned as he pumped himself to his full hardness, watching you shakily squat down to the cold tiles, listening for any signs of protest. You stayed quiet, heaving, a sudden urge to let go as your head throbbed from your last orgasm. You felt Mark wrap one arm around your lower stomach, pressing down hard and lifting you off the ground. You squealed, trying to push his arm away, the muscles bulging underneath his skin. “You’re too rough with m-me…” Your knees hit the cold tiles as Taeyong pushed his length into your mouth, another hand holding you in place and gripping your hair tight. “Can you cum like this? Hmm?” Your head spun, pussy throbbing from the humiliation, Mark’s legs now caging your body as you stared up at Taeyong, cock bruising the back of your throat. Your pleas were lost around his length as Mark began to press his fingertips into your scalp, making you sob. “What’s the matter? Too rough?” He teased, his laugh searing into your brain. You pressed your thighs together as something sent you over the edge, making you spray all over the tiles like a rabid animal. As you gasped for air, Taeyong kept thrusting in your mouth, groaning as he came, moonlight hitting the sheen on his skin as you swallowed every last drop.

Jaehyun & Johnny~ “Faster, sweetie.” His words dripped sticky like honey in the shell of your ear. Your legs wobbled, biting your lip so hard you tasted rusted metal. With Jaehyun’s semi-hard cock nestled inside of you, you tried to grind your hips quicker, earning a satisfied groan from Johnny. “Good girl.” You moaned in pleasure, shockwaves of euphoria running through your body, but moments later, Johnny gripped you around the waist, fingers digging harshly into the plush of your sides. “But not fast enough.” You whimpered, knowing what comes next. Jaehyun brought one arm up to wrap around your shoulders, pulling your face into the crook of his neck. As you shook your head, he shushed you quietly. “Wanna use your safe word?” You shook your head, and Jaehyun held you tighter against him, the fingers of his other hand travelling down to press down on your clit. “Such a nasty little doll for us to fuck.” You moaned when he sped up, tears flowing down your cheeks as you came. “So quick to cum too. Open.” You thought he meant open your eyes, so it took you by surprise when he pressed his fingers past your slightly parted lips, pressing down on your tongue until drool ran down your chin. “Silly girl.”

Your body jerked when you felt the thick tip of Johnny’s cock press against you. You gazed pleadingly at Jaehyun, as if to beg for mercy. “Can’t even use our cocks right. Gotta do all the work ourselves. Stupid girl.” You buried your face into Jaehyun as the heat of embarrassment blossomed across your face, but Johnny wasn’t having it. One quick wrap around his wrist and your head was yanked back, scalp burning from the impact, stray strands of hair falling limply across your face. “What do you say, hmm?” The stretch burned deliciously as he continued to push inside you, tucking himself right next to Jaehyun, so good you forgot how to breathe. “Mnghh, y-yes, s-so good, please, please, Daddy, l-love it, love being stuffed…” Your mouth slackened as an unexpected orgasm rendered you numb. When your senses returned, you felt Jaehyun grind his hips upwards in smooth, fluid, quick snaps, while Johnny pounded you from the back. You cried as you felt another orgasm be torn from you, piece by piece. “F-fuck, oh my god!” Johnny’s arms wrapped around your neck, your fingernails tearing at his biceps for air as you squirted hard over both of them. “Please, Daddy, can’t-“ As he released you, letting you fall onto Jaehyun’s toned torso, you cried, stuttering in between shaky breaths. “T-thank, you, thank you…”

Haechan & Mark~ “It’s too big…” you whined, lube running down the crevices between your legs. Haechan shushed you, petting your hair. “You’re okay, kitty. Remember we use our words when we want to stop, hmm?” You nodded, remembering the safe word. You couldn’t lie – it felt equal parts weird and good. You felt Mark lift you by your arms, letting you wrap your arms around him. “Mmm, Daddy…” you sighed as he sucked and nipped at your neck. The dildo continued to travel inside your ass, and Mark whispered in your ear. “You’re gonna take it all, right? Like a good kitty.” You cried as the stretch started to make you force yourself off the dildo, but Mark grabbed your thighs, pressing them against his so you couldn’t move. “Shhh…” he continued to kiss along the shell of your ear, while you protested. “Daddy, f-fuck, wait, it’s so b-big…” Haechan was relentless, and without warning, began to thrust it upwards. You felt like your entire world had been split into two, your stomach torn to shreds. “Oh my god!” you screamed. “H-Hyuckie!”

“Naughty kitty…you thought I hadn’t noticed that you were flirting with Jaehyun today?” You cried, shaking your head as he continued his pace. Your heart pounded at the thought of him going faster, even though you knew you could stop him at any point. “Bad kitty.” He tutted. Mark’s bulge grew underneath your pussy, and you made the mistake of glancing down. “Nasty kitty.” Haechan’s breath tickled the side of your neck, and your body started to shake in pleasure. “Hnghh…” Mark laughed. “You’re soaking me, kitty. You’re really gonna cum from your punishment?” His teasing tone made you moan incessantly, and he grabbed your hand, shoving it under the waistband of his shorts. “Daddy first.” You nodded, stroking him under his pants as Haechan continued to fuck your ass with the dildo, groaning at your pornographic sounds. “What do you say, kitty?” You felt Mark coat your hands with cum, and your legs shook. “H-Hyuckie, please, can I cum?” He stayed quiet, pressing the dildo fully inside you. You continued to beg as he pushed his cock inside you, sliding down Mark’s body agonisingly. “Can’t, c-can’t hold it in, p-please…” Mark pressed your face on his crotch while he chuckled. “What about me, honey?” With tears running down your face, you begged, “C-can I cum, Daddy…please – oh!” the breath left your lungs as Haechan yanked the dildo out, sheathing himself inside your ass. “Cum, kitty.” You stammered words of relief as you came the hardest you ever had, Haechan finishing all over the curves of your ass and lower back.

Jungwoo & Yuta~ You couldn’t see anything, but you knew it was him. You’d recognise his lips anywhere, tongue slithering up inside you like snakes. “J-Jungwoo.”

You heard the whip crack before you felt it, a diagonal line on your back, white-hot pain seeping into your body. You fought a sob as Jungwoo kissed your neck, the lips on your core still sucking and kissing your sensitive folds. “Wrong.”

He waited for you to give you the all-clear, to nod, letting him know you were still good to continue before he left your side, and it was silent again.

You yelped in surprise as you felt someone nip at your chest, one hand pressing your back to keep you still. You whimpered, the sudden jolts of pain making your body writhe under his arms. “Y-yuta.”

You were released immediately, but your breathing remained laboured. For a second you thought you were wrong again, and you held your breath, squeezing your eyes even though you were blindfolded. “Correct. Last one.” You felt your head be yanked back by your hair, making you yelp. “A-ah, it hurts…” You feel something rub against your lips, the shape and texture making you quickly realise it was a cock. You whimpered involuntarily, knowing this one would make or break this game. You swirled your tongue around the end, sucking on the tip, kissing blindly around the shaft, your lips meeting the softer skin of the balls as you did. “Jungwoo.” You continued kissing, sucking, bringing your hands up to cup his balls, and that’s when you heard him groan. “Fuck. So filthy, isn’t she, Yuta?”

He laughed, and you felt the air between your legs. He sucked your clit, making you moan onto Jungwoo’s length. “A-ah, feels good…” Yuta hummed into your core. “Filthy sluts like you…” he kissed you, “…deserve…” he swirled his tongue inside you, holding your knees down when they rebounded upwards to move away from his mouth, “to cum over, and over…” You came with a cry as he sucked relentlessly, but you were cut off by Jungwoo pushing his cock inside you, making you gag noisily. “If you like my cock so much, let me give it to you.” Dizzy with relief, Jungwoo lay you on your back, the sheets slipping against your bare skin as you slid your body upwards. Yuta held you down, pressing your stomach into the mattress, watching as your back arched off the sheets rhythmically, tits rolling with each movement. “S-so good, fuck, f-fuck…” Your legs felt like jelly as Jungwoo held your face in place, the new angle over you allowing him to thrust in your mouth, the weight of gravity making his cock heavier than usual. Balls slapping against your chin, you felt it bulge in your throat, wrapping your fingers around yourself to feel it slip in and out of you. He pulled out slowly, a slurry of coughs and moans filling the air as you felt yourself cum onto Yuta’s face, his fingers rubbing the inside of your knees to ground you. You babbled incoherently, not knowing whether you wanted Yuta to stop, for Jungwoo to leave. The tip of Jungwoo’s cock on your lips brought to back to Earth. “Give me a kiss.” You kissed him diligently. “Y-yes sir, love this c-cock so much…” He came all over your ruined face to finish the job, just as you felt Yuta press himself inside you, sensitive clit screaming from the stretch.

Doyoung & Jaehyun~ “Stop, s-stop…” Jaehyun halted his fingers as you shuffled your bare body on his satin pants, pressing your legs together to centre yourself in the midst of your post-orgasmic haze. “Already came.” Jaehyun leant his head over your shoulder, bringing your naked body closer to his. “I know, sweetie. Wanna see you make another mess…” He brought his hands closer to your core, watching and waiting for you to protest. You didn’t. You were watching Doyoung, watching the way his shirt hung off him desperately, inches of his body peeking out from under the fabric. “Like what you see?” You moaned unexpectedly when Jaehyun dug his fingers inside you, running his fingers across your spongy walls. “A-ah…” Your mouth hung open, the pleasure more intense than before. Doyoung walked across to tilt your chin upwards, wrapping his fingers around your jaw while his thumb ran across your swollen bottom lip. “What was that you said about your ex? How he made you finish so hard you had to throw away your sheets?” The implications of his words somehow made that knot in your stomach tighten, every stroke of Jaehyun’s fingers now bringing you to the edge of euphoria. “Answer me.” He squeezed your cheeks as you made guttural noises, your orgasm hitting you at once. Jaehyun sped up his fingers, not caring when he felt your insides grip him like a vice, as it begging him to slow down. The slap of his palm against your clit was brutal, and Doyoung pressed his open palm against your mouth. “If you’re not gonna answer me, then you don’t deserve to speak, whore.” Tears sprung to your eyes as you grabbed at Doyoung’s wrist, pleading. He watched you carefully. “Nod if you remember the signal that replaces the safeword.” You nodded eagerly, and he stepped closer to you, his other hand now pushing the back of your head into his palm, holding your head in place.

“Finish me off. Hurry up.” You grabbed at his pants, the silky fabric slipping away as you wrapped your hands around his length. He groaned, bringing your head to his stomach as he let go of your mouth, letting you breathe into his stomach. “Good girl. Stay quiet now.” You whimpered, losing count of the times you had already came. Jaehyun pulled his fingers out, pressing onto your clit now. You lifted your head off Doyoung. “Nghh, wait, not there…” Doyoung smacked your head in warning, making tears spring to your eyes. “This is why you haven’t squirted yet. We’re too nice to you. Always listening to you, treating you like a princess. When all you are is a dirty whore.” His words made the tears run down your face, but you were turned on more than ever. Jaehyun sucked at your neck aggressively, his voice deep and sonorous. “We’re not finished until you’ve squirted hard enough to ruin these pants. Then once again around my cock. And then around his.” You wailed, feeling your orgasm approach you in towering phases. “Ah, ah, feels w-weird, fuck, wait, I think I’m gon-“ You were cut off by Doyoung’s fingers, pressing inside you while Jaehyun drew circles on your clit. “Don’t fucking stop jerking me off. Don’t care if you’re cumming.” You threw your head back, quickening each flick of your wrist as you felt yourself reach your high, each cry more intense than the last. Legs shaking, you felt the wetness come out of you in quick bursts, fingers spreading it all over the three of you, through clothes and onto skin.  

[inkykeiji]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ 𝐚𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫 + 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐨𝐝𝐲 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐢𝐬

character: alastor warnings: no smut but still 18+, heavy pet/master dynamic, toxic relationship, blood, alastor is obv experiencing intense feelings of infatuation words: 818 notes: a thought i had based on just how much alastor casually touches charlie throughout the entire series hehe—something that would manifest tenfold with his favourite pet, i think!

For someone with a penchant for sadism, Alastor can be surprisingly touchy with his precious pet.

It’s primal: a compulsive need, an instinctive addiction, an insatiable parasite. It’s something he can’t control even if he wanted to—and he doesn’t have any interest in denying himself such a luxury. 

Not when you are his.

It’s possessive; a physical marker, a visual claim that you are owned, that you belong to him, answer to him, are of service to him. It’s a single finger, hooked in that pretty crimson collar, curled tightly around the leather as he leads you around the hotel with him, keeping you near, a bony knuckle pressed tight to your pulsing jugular. 

It’s a large palm, laid flat on the small of your back above the swell of your ass, fingers splayed wide and claws just barely piercing the thin cotton of your clothing as he guides you—to your seat at the dinner table, when you’ve been especially well-behaved; to the living room to witness a new group activity; to his bedroom, when he decides it’s time for his pet to sleep. 

It’s four fingers cuffed around your wrist, keeping you tethered to him via a leash of his flesh, obediently trailing behind him like the sweet little pet you are as he goes about his business in town, dutifully keeping silent just like he told you to, nuzzling into the space between his shoulder blades when he stills for an extended period of time, the ball of your nose rubbing over the prominent notches of his spine, his responding hum vibrating against your flesh.

It’s protective; a way to ensure that you are within reach of him at all times, so that he can defend against any and all incoming threats and potential dangers. It’s an arm curled around your shoulders, pressing you flush to his side where he can tuck you safely beneath his touch, or an arm twined around your waist, palm cupping your hip as he clutches you close, closer. 

It’s his thigh slotted up against your own during one of his routine lunches with Rosie, your elbow threaded through his as he chats and eats and laughs and plots, dainty fingers toying passively with the hem of his shirtsleeve, fingertips just barely brushing the thin skin stretched across his wrist. 

It’s his palm swathed around the nape of your neck, tips of his claws digging into your skin just hard enough to be a reminder—be good, behave—grip flexing the moment he senses any peril, instantly ready to yank you out of harm’s way and draw you back into himself, where you are shielded and secure, where you fit perfectly. 

It’s peaceful; an odd type of comfort he’s never quite experienced before—something deep-seated, something growing in his soul, something that soothes any unruliness the instant it begins to spawn within him, rattling his ribs and eroding his throat as it rages with gnawing teeth and thrashing claws. Doused in your presence, in your supposed love for him—your devotion, your affection, your obsession—it diminishes, dries up and dies; even if only for a moment.

It’s his chin resting on the crown of your head as he works and you sleep, curled into his chest, breaths damp and gentle against his collarbone, lulled into fitful dreams by the skillful scratch of his pen against parchment, the gentle clink of the metal pen nib against the glass ink bottle, the sharp scrape across the rim as he disposes of excess ink, a heavy sense of contentment sinking in his chest.

It’s demanding you sit at his feet during his nightly reading session, your body wound around his leg and a foot wedged between your thighs, his palm cupping the crown of your head as he strokes your hair in soothing, rhythmic motions. It’s allowing himself a brief glance down at you, something dense and warm seeping through his ribs and into his lungs when you nestle your cheek against his calf, fatigued eyes refusing to close without his explicit permission, licks of flame flickering in glazed pupils as you watch the blazing fireplace.

It’s him groping for you the moment anything mildly disconcerting happens, desperate to feel your flesh beneath his touch—filling his palms with fistfuls of you, staining his teeth and soaking his tongue with scarlet flowing from your throat or your wrist or your bosom, inhaling your scent harsh and deep as he buries his nose in you, and letting it pollute him, consume him, sedate him. 

And despite how new it all is, how scary it feels, how vulnerable it leaves him as it pries his ribs apart bone by bone, digs its talons into his tendons and pulls them apart string by string to expose, offer, whatever it is that throbs in his chest for you, he wouldn’t have it any other way.

[playing-with-dax]

Submissive demon + gender neutral reader

18+ - restraint - tail teasing - oral - begging (consensual)

You have your demon tied right where you want him~

On his knees. Hands bound behind his back. His tail tucked between his legs so it's laying out on the bed in front of him. You discovered last week that touching his tail earned you a delicious reaction, and now you plan to exploit that weak spot.

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He looks at you with curiosity and anticipation as you position yourself on the bed in front of him.

"What do you have planned?" He asks with an expectant grin.

"Oh, you'll see~" you coo as you drag a finger up the length of his tail, stopping just before the ridges near the tip.

He draws in a sharp breath and shudders. He realizes what he's in for now.

You start slow. Teasing. Using only your fingertips to skitter and drag up...and down...up...and down the thicker part of his tail.

You're rewarded with shudders, jolts, and small whimpers. His face is flushed. His dick already hard and twitching.

When he closes his eyes you surprise him by switching to using your tongue.

"Ah! Ok ok you-mmMH! Ah-please h-hh you're driving ah- driving me crazy. Ohhh-"

You grasp the thicker part of his tail firmly while you continue to work your mouth up and down the length. Licking, kissing, nibbling. Relishing the sweet moans coming from your demon. Watching his dick throb, begging to be touched. But not yet.

You had a suspicion the end of his tail might be more sensitive, so you've been saving it.

You plant kisses, trailing up...up...up towards the tip of his tail. His moans sound more desperate. You were right.

You run your tongue over the ridges.

"Wait, wait- nNGH! Oh gods not there ah-hh! Please they're so sensitive oohhhhh-hh fuck. MMmhh-ah-"

You toy with the ridges. Licking and nibbling each one. They're surprisingly soft. More like cartilage than the bony feeling you expected. You look up at him. His face and shoulders beautifully flushed. His expression desperate. His dick is leaking precum now. But you're not quite done with this beautiful sensitive tail.

You go for the tip. Wrapping your mouth around it. Running your tongue along the edge of it while your fingers keep exploring the ridges.

"Fu-uck! Oh-mmMm- fuck. Please it's aahhmMM! A-ah"

His hips are bucking now. He's desperate for you to touch his cock.

"It's too sensit-aoohh-hh. MMmmh-ah I can't ta-ake it aah-mmM"

You stop for a moment to let him catch his breath. And to admire your work. Who knew paying a little attention to his tail would turn him into a desperate, begging puddle~

His breathing is ragged. His cock still twitching even when you've stopped touching him. A little pool of precum on the sheets beneath him.

"Alright, you've been so good. I think you've earned release today"

The promise of release alone is enough to make him whimper. You crawl towards him, gently placing a hand on his hip. His skin is hot to the touch, and you can feel the heat radiating from his groin. You smile coyly at how worked up he is.

You open your mouth and get it just close enough to his leaking cock that the tip can rest on your tongue.

"Oh fuck. Please. Please let me feel more of you"

He whines as he rolls his hips towards you, begging for more.

You oblige. Drawing him into your mouth fully.

"Oh fu-huuuuck-"

You work up and down. Swirling your tongue around his leaking tip. Paying special attention to the small ridges on the underside of his shaft.

You're giving him exactly what he wants, but going just slow enough that he can't quite cum.

You plan to keep this pace and stay riiight here until you're satisfied with the beautiful moans and whimpers he's letting out, just for you.

His breath quickens. His hips push towards you. His thighs tremble as you balance him right on the edge of orgasm.

"P-please. Ah-mmm. I'm so-mmM! So close. Mm-nnh. Oh-ohh fuck. Oohh-MMmmh please let-ah-let me cum ooh-hh please."

Beautiful. How could you refuse such a request when he's been so good for you.

You grasp the base of his dick. You suck up, and down, quickening your pace. You want to reward your beautiful demon, and you have an idea.

With your mouth still working is cock, you reach behind you and grab that poor sensitive tail. You run your fingers around the tip, over the ridges, hitting all the sweet spots that made him beg earlier.

"AH! Oh FUCK- yes yes please ahmMM! Don't stop ooOh fuck-mmh Ohh oh oH OH MMHHH!-"

The added sensation sends him crashing over the edge. His whole body trembles as he cums hard, shooting hot liquid into your mouth over and over. You swallow it gladly, not wasting a drop of your hard earned prize.

You release his binds so he can lay back and recover comfortably. You smother him with kisses and praise as you cuddle up to him and wait for him to catch his breath.

He was such a good boy for you today. You can't wait to discover what other sensitive areas he may be hiding~

[nowimjustastranger]

How would STCMO!Ford react if Lee hid an injury or a sickness from him? Worried? Hurt? Scared?

“Ugh… shit. Ow.” Lee hissed, slowly easing his shirt up to get a look at the nasty bruising practically on top of his poor kidney. Damn, it was the kidney that he’d grown back too. The scuffle that resulted in said bruising had been short but vicious, Lee taking a bony elbow to the side two or three times before the would-be kidnapper succumbed to lack of oxygen –courtesy of Lee’s chokehold– and passed out.

Ford had been too busy soothing the kid Stan to give chase, the boy clinging to him and wailing his little lungs out. Honestly, Ford had looked torn as Lee surged into the alleyway to pursue the fucker who had tried to drag the kid off, but Ford had ultimately trusted Lee to catch the creep considering that the old fart was still with Stan when Lee hauled the asshole back to the scene of the crime.

Lee had left the unconscious fucker in a dumpster to collect later before emerging from the alley, brushing his hands off on his sweatpants as he sauntered onto the sidewalk to rejoin the sniffling boy and his now kneeling brother. Ford had managed to calm the kid down with a vibrant red toy race car, speaking in low tones as gloveless hands that were scarred from a rough life wiped away the boy’s tears with heart-wrenching gentleness.

The kid had been delivered to his shitty ass parents with a curt explanation of what happened, Lee tuning out Caryn’s hysterics and Filbrick’s attempts to speak over his distressed wife in favor of watching little Ford cling to his brother with huge eyes. The kid was already so smart at his age, fully grasping the severity of the situation if the way his face rapidly blanched of color as Ford spoke of the incident was any indication.

Stan was crying again, hiding his face in the crook of his brother’s neck to muffle his already quiet sobs. And Lee could hear the boy speaking, but he couldn’t make out the words. Lee could guess what the kid was saying though, it was written all over little Ford’s face. The kid’s wide eyes darted from Stan to the adults as his grip on his brother tightened, crushing Stan to his chest like he wanted to absorb his brother into his body.

After Ford calmed things down, Lee was really feeling the aches and pains of a quick and dirty fight. So when they got back home, Lee immediately distanced himself with the excuse that he needed a shower. And, in his defense, he did need one. Grappling in dirty and dank back alleys meant that Lee was covered in questionable substances and didn’t exactly smell like roses. But whatever, it was nothing that a thorough wash wouldn’t fix.

Which led him to this very moment in time, scrutinizing his reflection as he gingerly pulled his filthy shirt up over his head.

It wasn’t a pretty sight, but he could tell at first glance that it wasn’t anything serious. Wouldn’t be the first time he had to figure out whether or not he had internal bleeding by sight and feel alone. Thankfully, there was no swelling or unmanageable pain, so he resigned himself to just keeping an eye on the ugly patch of blues and purples that colored his skin for a few hours to ensure that it didn’t get any worse.

Lee stripped naked and fiddled with the knobs until the water was just shy of scalding, steam rising from the spray. When he stepped under the showerhead he very nearly moaned at the amazing water pressure, the hot water soothing his various aches and pains like nothing else. He braced his hands against the wall and tipped his head down to watch the filth swirl down the drain, lulled into a trance.

“Lee? I brought you a towel and a change of clothes.” Ford called out after delicately knocking on the door, his voice muffled by the obstruction. Still, it was more than enough to snap Lee out of his daze. He poked his head out as Ford entered the steamy bathroom, the older man unfazed by the drastic increase in temperature.

“Thanks, Ace.” Lee drawled with an appreciative grin, running a hand through his hair to slick it back. Ford spared a moment to give Lee an answering smile before he dutifully placed the stack of folded clothes on the counter, hanging Lee’s favorite fluffy red towel on the rack. But, instead of leaving afterward, Ford lingered.

“Somethin’ the matter, Digit?” Lee prompted when it didn’t seem like Ford was going to speak his mind anytime soon, opting to pull the curtain open further so he could just focus on covering himself from the waist down. Although he may not have thought his plan through because Ford’s eyes immediately honed in on the bruising, his kicked-puppy expression rapidly darkening as he swiftly closed the distance between them.

“It seems I’ll have to reevaluate what manner I dispose of the maggot in the basement.” Ford stated with a chilling calm that didn’t match the rage that colored his face, stormy eyes examining the bruise. Ford’s tender fingers mapped out every little cut and scrape that littered his torso, his previous scarring long gone thanks to Ford’s serum.

“So long as it’s painful, I could care less how the bastard dies.” Lee huffed with a shrug, his callous words drawing Ford’s intense gaze from a scabbed up scrape that he had gotten when he tackled the would-be kidnapper to the ground. And once Lee had gotten the man pinned, he had been awfully tempted to just handle the matter himself, his fingers itching to curl around the man’s throat and squeeze until he saw the light leave the fucker’s eyes.

You don’t mess with kids. You just don’t.

“I can arrange that.” Ford murmured with a decisive nod, as if Lee’s verdict had sealed the man’s grim fate. It was an addicting kind of power, to hold someone like Ford in the palm of his hand. Lee could ask Ford for anything and it would be given to him. He could ask Ford to do anything and it would be done without hesitation. And Ford didn’t go along with Lee’s every whim because of something as cheap as worship; it was love.

“You told me that you weren't hurt, Lee.” Ford grumbled disapprovingly, his eyes narrowing. Lee… hadn’t actually considered that it might occur to Ford that Lee had technically lied to him earlier. Lee hadn’t exactly known that he wasn’t seriously injured until he was able to get a look at his side, not that he would ever admit to deliberately hiding a potentially life-threatening wound from Ford.

“I’m not.” Lee sighed with a decidedly fond roll of his eyes, though he was forced to amend his statement when Ford pointedly poked Lee’s bruise like a total asshole. “Not seriously, at least. You don’t need to make a fuss over every little bump ‘n bruise, Ace.”

“Is that not my right as your big brother?” Ford challenged and Lee found himself far too stunned by the casual declaration to protest, blinking dumbly at Ford’s annoyingly smug face. Ford had never outright said that Lee was his brother before, so Ford blatantly claiming the position of big brother had Lee’s insides squirming with both joy and no small amount of anxiety.

Was he really allowed to have this? To have him?

Lee still had an older brother out there, a brother that had joined a psychotic sentient nacho chip in destroying the world. Lee was supposed to die there, driven to take drastic measures in order to escape the gilded prison that his brother had put him in. Ford had reluctantly coughed up that little tidbit after several bottles of the good shit a few months ago, and thankfully Ford doesn't remember that he told Lee.

Still, the knowledge had burrowed deep, growing and festering with every moment Lee spent second-guessing his existence.

“You got me there, Ace.” Lee managed after a lengthy pause, hoping that his smile wasn’t as strained as his voice. Fortunately, Ford seemed to be under the impression that Lee was all choked up because he was overwhelmed with happiness and not because he wanted to scream or cry or possibly even both. Ford took Lee’s trembling hands into his own and gently squeezed before guiding them up to his face for a sweet nuzzle.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

[1:18 pm]

(cw: a child, parent!au)

a/n: art was found on Pinterest but all credit for all cuteness goes to annalaura_art on ig

Dad!Jungwoo blew his nose for what felt like the hundredth time today. The tiny trash can beside the bed had already been filled up, the bedside table covered with used cups, empty bottles of water, medicines, and wrappers. He was tired. Yes, his body felt fatigued, his eyes felt heavy, his ears were blocked, and his throat tickled if he spoke louder than a whisper, but he could handle that!

What he missed was his family. He missed cuddling you in bed, falling asleep next to you, your daughter sneaking into the bed with you both to sleep, playing with her, and spending phlegm-free time with the both of you. All the little things had gone away a day or two after his cold symptoms had become worst, on his own insistence, which he now regretted.

The bed had never felt colder, he'd never felt so lonely with his family just a few yards away. His days were passed breathing through his mouth, watching the TV in the room with droopy eyes. He drank the tea you placed on the nightstand and sipped the soups.

Today was another one of those days. Instead of your usual soft knock and sympathetic eyes, Jungwoo heard a softer knock paired with, "go ahead, baby. Be careful."

He turned to look at the door waiting to see what was coming. He felt his heart melt as his daughter walked in holding a tray that was almost heavier than she was. She took slow, cautious steps, everything on the tray shaking with every tiny shuffle she took.

Most of her tiny face was covered with a mask, tiny hands covered by plastic gloves, and she was wearing her doctor costume. He took the tray from her as she smiled behind the mask, "I made you lunch Appa! You got tea, soup, crackers, and fruit. I did it by myself!"

Jungwoo glanced up at you to see is she was right, to which you silently shook your head. There was no way you would let your 4 year old handle cutting up fruit or handle hot liquids. She cut up the fruits with a plastic knife and put the crackers on the plate.

"Wow, my love. Thank you baby," he whispered as loud as he could. She climbed up the bed, crawling over his legs and he could have cried at how much he missed her bony knees digging into his shins.

While you moved around the room and cleaned up, his daughter sat beside him and pulled her play doctor toys and began "checking his vitals." Her play stethoscope was pressed to his chest while he ate, she took the blood pressure on his wrist, checked his ears, and when he went to take a sip of the tea, she shoved a play thermometer in his mouth which made him choke.

"Happy face, you're all better! Take your medicine!" She cheered, grabbing at the pills on the tray to hold them out to Jungwoo.

He took them from her hand, popping them into his mouth one at a time, "all done, thank you Doctor Baby."

She rolled her eyes, "not a baby, Appa."

He laughed, coughing a little when the tickle returned, "oh, I'm so sorry, my big girl."

You returned to the room, watching as she scrambled off the bed in 4 year old panic, "are you feeling better yet? Your daughter is a crazier sleeper than you."

Jungwoo felt his heart melt all over again. After he'd kicked you out, you'd taken to sharing your daughter's bed with the girl who more often that not woke up hanging off the bed head first.

He held your hand, " just want to get through the night without coughing. I really don't want either of you to get sick from me."

You pat his hand, intertwining his fingers with yours as your daughter came running back. She placed a bandaid on his nose and then gave him a picture. A picture with people with long legs, small bodies and huge heads. Her writing was at the top, covered by a rainbow.

"It's for you! It says get better, Appa!" She smiled from her spot at his side.

His brows furrowed slightly as he read the writing. 'git badr aqqa' he read, "wow, my love. It's beautiful. Thank you."

"Ok, all better. Let's go play," she demanded, pulling his hand from yours to tug him to stand.

You pouted, "actually! Someone is ready for a nap, let's go Missy. Tell Appa bye and let's go."

"Play later, ok? Bye Appa." Jungwoo swears he feels his heart break a little when he's left alone again, until he realizes your daughter successfully snuck in her favorite stuffed animal again.

[broifreakingloveharleysawyer]

You’re Mine Germ

Harley Sawyer x Fem!Reader

WARNINGS: NSFW, Smut, Oral (Male receiving), Harley being a possessive little shit, MAYBE a bit of yandere if it counts, Yarnaby being a little silly.

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You were known as Doctor Sawyer’s ‘helpful’ assistant, constantly having to deal with all the paperwork he has while he spends his days down in the lab, working on the Bigger Bodies Initiative.

A lot of the time, you were quite defiant against him, leading toward your impending ‘punishments’ that Harley inflicted on you. Usually these being some kind of act of pleasure aimed at him more than anything, he was a pleasure hogger, simple as that.

At around midday each day, you would accompany experiment 1166, Yarnaby, on his little stroll around the factory, you often came across your fellow colleagues, some of them even stopping to pet Yarnaby or to speak to you. And oh boy did you make Harley JEALOUS. He wasn’t a man who liked to share his toys, especially not HIS germ. How did he know, you’ve probably asked, well he may or may not have used his computer to hack into the security system to spy on keep an eye on you walk his prized experiment.

Anywho, when you got back to his office, he was leaning against his desk, his chin resting against the backs of his pale hands, clearly displeased with you. Shutting the door behind you, you let out a sigh as you closed the blinds, already knowing what’s about to happen.

“I suppose you know why I’m upset, don’t you, Germ.” He says staring coldly into your (e/c) eyes, a not so hidden intent underneath them. He beckons you over with a bony (hehe boner 😏) finger toward his desk. Oh boy…you were in for it.

“Because I talked to the other colleagues in here other than you, yeah I know the drill by now, Sawyer, I know you.” You immediately retort to him, crossing your arms against your chest, rolling your eyes as you reluctantly move toward his desk. You place your hands against the edge and lean over to where he was sitting, an almost perfect copy of his irritated expression etched onto your face.

Harley simply lets out a growl at this, grabbing your cheeks (NOT THOSE CHEEKS) and forcing your face towards him. “Do you have any idea how much time I’ve invested in you, only to have you thinking you can interact with the workers without consequence, well think again, Germ. I’m not as generous as you think.” His grip tightens, digging in hard enough to bruise, each word becoming more venomous than the last. “And don’t think you have such a privilege of using my name so informally, it’s Harley to you and that’s it. Do I make myself clear?”

“Oh please, Sawyer would be more formal than anything ‘cause I’m not using your first name, just suck it up DoCtOr SaWyEr because I’m not changing how I say people’s name-“ You were cut off by the feeling of his dry lips pressing aggressively against yours, pulling you into a deep, silencing kiss.

“Shut it, germ. I am your superior and you will treat me that way, or will I have to force down a greater punishment on you?” He spits out, moving his mouth down to your neck to trail open mouthed kisses to your shirt collar. “I own every part of you that's touched me. Every mark I've left, every cry you make- it’s mine…Are we both clear on that?”

“Hickeys are temporary, they don’t mean anything, plus anyone could make me “cry”, you’re not the only one who can do that, Sawyer.” You snap back, leaning back before being practically pulled across the desk and onto the other side.

“Temporary is a relative term, pet. Those marks may fade, but the memory of them never will. And as for your cries, they were a form of pleasure, were they not? Specifically made by ME. If you think anyone else could make you moan like that…You’re wrong…So deeply, utterly and hopelessly mistaken.” Harley huffs into your ear, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine as he undid the first few buttons of your blouse.

Placing another set of possessive kisses down your collar, he finally pulls you down onto his lap, grabbing your (h/c) hair with his fist. “Now, be a good little germ, open your mouth and stick out your tongue.”

You knew you weren’t going to get out of this without some sort of physical contact with Harley so you reluctantly opened your mouth. “Good girl for listening.” He praises before suddenly shoving two of his fingers into your mouth, pushing your tongue down to the base. “Keep them in there and don't move.”

You tried to speak but couldn’t due to the thick digits in your mouth, attempting to mock or insult him in some way about something…anything really.

“Ah ah ah, pet, no speaking. Now, let's get back to our little conversation. You were being very stubborn earlier, germ.” He says, his fingers moving slightly inside your mouth as he speaks, making it even more difficult for you to form words. “I think it's time I reminded you of your place around here.”

He pulls his fingers out of your mouth with a wet pop, releasing your hair and gesturing to the floor between his feet. “On your knees, now.” He commands, his voice leaving no room for argument. “And remember, pet, I don’t like to repeat myself twice.”

Knowing you had no other option, you slid off his lap and into the chair compartment under the desk, finding a somewhat comfortable space to place your knees for the time being. But that peace didn’t last long, as soon as you're on your knees, he reaches down and grabs a fistful of your hair once more, pulling your head back and forcing you to look up at him. "Good girl. Now, keep your eyes on me and your mouth open while I speak."

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He smirks down at you, enjoying the sight of you kneeling before him with your mouth open and your eyes fixed on his face. “You see, germ, the thing is... I don't share well with others.” He begins, his other hand slowly unbuckling his belt. “And you in particular, are mine. Completely and utterly mine.” He says, his voice low and menacing as he pulls his belt free from his pants. “So if anyone were to try and take you from me…let’s just say they wouldn’t leave with both their limbs intact.”

After discarding his belt dismissively onto the hardwood floor, he leans back against his chair, “I hope we do understand the premises now, pet. Because if you ever even think about interacting with another worker on your own terms, there will be harsh punishment. Do I make myself clear, little germ?”

“Understood…Harley…” You mutter, still trying to keep your cocky and confident demeanour despite this humiliating pose. “But can we just skip straight to whatever you’re doing? I don’t need your dramatic monologue explaining what I’ve done wrong, I get it, I talked to a few colleagues while walking Yarnaby, big deal, and you-“

You were once again cut off by Harley, this time, shoving his fingers into your mouth once more. “To think I actually started to think you were being good…such a shame, pet, such a shame. I even considered going gentler this time, but you’ve just earned yourself a rather rough round, so thank youself for being such a brat.” He hisses as he begins to unzip his pants, keeping his grey eyes fixated on you in case you tried anything else.

Finally rid of his bottom half, Harley places his throbbing erection at your lips. “You are going to suck until I tell you to stop, am I understood? Or will I have to choke you until you’re begging for forgiveness.”

Muttering a few curses to yourself, you wrap your lips around the head of his cock and begin sucking, he wasn’t the biggest person you’d ever taken (sorry to all my virgin girlies out there) but he certainly wasn’t small either. You began to take his dick all the way to the base, lightly gagging on it, but not enough to make you start to fully choke.

“Fuck…only a few sucks in and you’re already bringing me to the edge, sometimes I forget how good of a pet you are.” He groans out, his hand covering part of his face as his chest rises and falls more rapidly than usual. “Maybe if you’re actually good I’ll give you a reward…”

As you continue to suck him off, he brings his hand back to your head and guided your head faster up and down on his cock, his groans becoming more breathy and frequent, his grip tightening and loosening each time you go deeper.

“Good girl, this is exactly why you’re mine, you’re the only one who can make me feel like this. And I’m the only one who can have you in this position. Got that?” He gasps out, his guidance becoming faster and sloppier. “F-fuck I’m going to cum, you can take it, can’t you, Germ? You can swallow all of it…”

Preparing yourself for his release, you bob your head a bit slower, enough to make him finish but enough to make sure nothing spills out. Letting out a final, surprisingly loud, moan, he shoots his load into your mouth, running a hand through his disheveled, black hair.

“Darling…I must admit I was quite pent up…thank you…” He mutters, his voice actually having a kinder tone for once, a very faint but visible smile on his face.

Wiping your mouth, you get out from under the desk, the desktop showing all of the security cameras visible. There you could see Yarnaby in the control room, chewing on some wires with his vertical mouth.

“Harley…”

“Yes, Germ?”

“Yarnaby is eating the wires in the control room.”

“I see…well I- Wait what?!”

He quickly fumbles to put his pants back on as he looks at the screen. “Godammit, Yarnaby! Not again!”

Well that’s one more thing you’re gonna have to deal with…

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[sanspuppet]

𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦 𝐁𝐨𝐬𝐬 - 𝐘𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

PAIRING: Yunho x fem!reader

RATING: smut (18+ MDNI)

W/T: colleagues to lovers, unprotected sex (do not), kinda rough sex, overstimulation, choking, mention of toys, creampie, pet names (doll, princess)

A/O: i want to thank @yuyusbunny for proofreading this fanfiction (i hope the next ones too) and helping me improving myself, lov u Laz 🫶🏻🫶🏻.

𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾𐬿𐬾

You were now walking down the street, your eyes clinging to your phone, searching for the nearest way to reach the bar that hired you the day before. You were messing with your left hand nervously, as you were trying to imagine your first day of work.

"It's very famous to be a bar, what if im not meant for it? Nah... they say the owner is very kind... i hope so."

Your best friend Jongho found this job for you, knowing that you were searching desperately for one, he was also a noticed costumer there, so when he mentioned you, it was almost like you were instantly accepted. Honestly you weren't into locals, that one was very well known in town, but you've never went there. A few minutes later, you were facing the entrance of the bar, the led writing with the name of it, as an attractor of attention. Flower, tiny trees and bonsais were decorating the outside, even if the local was recently open that morning, most of the tables were occupied by the people, drinking their coffees and eating something for breakfast.

"There it is..." you entered, hesitant, looking for your boss.

"Uhm... hello? Is there... a Jeong Yunho? Im y/n, the new employee." you asked at the bartender. He looked at you from head to toes, his smile making him look easily approachable.

"Oh, y/n! We finally meet, Jongho told me of you a few times. Wait a second, imma look for Yunho."

You leaned on your elbow on the counter, and tapped your fingers on the wood, while looking at the inside of the local. Soon after, you saw the figure of a tall man, heading towards you.

"Good morning."

you turned your head, looking at him. His low voice almost scared you for a second, despite his puppy eyes studying you. Meanwhile, you were already struggling to keep yourself composed:

"Shit, i didn't expect him to be this hot."

His black shirt, slightly unbottoned, was revealing his collarbones, and what it seemed the shadow of a tattoo.

"And he is supposed to be a barista??"

His cheekbones popped out when he smiled at you, revealing his sweet attitude.

"Im Yunho! Your boss, but i hope we'll get closer in the future, i'd like to be friends with my employees, if it doesn't bother you." You shaked your head, smiling back:

"Absolutely not! my name's y/n."

"My pleasure, come here, i'll teach you the work."

The day went great, the tasks were pretty easy, and you loved the chill mood created in that local, lounge bar music relaxing you and the costumers as they were waiting for you to serve their order. The only problem was that, everytime your boss was in your vicinity, checking you or just asking you to do something, your mind always blocked at his sight. No need to say because of his hotness, out of tune with his sweet personality, you'd say he's the perfect man.

"Y/n, can you come here?" you nodded and headed towards him, behind the counter.

"Yeah?"

"I need to teach you how to make coffee. You can't just be a waitress, right?" Yunho chuckled.

"Uhm... yeah, i think."

"Don't worry, it's pretty easy. We use instant coffee."

He turned, giving you his back, and took a few sticks containing the coffee mixture. Once he turned to look at you, he handed you one, smiling. Until that moment you didn't realize his hands, god his hands... slender, bony and veiny, his nails well taken care of. You shuddered when they made contact with yours, shivers running down your spine, fighting not to let yourself be carried away by your own thoughts, dirty thoughts.

"You have to pour the mixture in the cup." he gave you one, so you could copy his movements. You were quite slow in all you were doing, mind only focused on his long fingers, doing their job. You seemed... lost, or simply confused.

"y/n? you alright?" he asked, trying to figure out why you were so worked up from that easy tutorial. He then held the cup in front of your face, two fingers wrapped around the base of it. "You have to pour the boiled water slightly above two fingers, understand?"

"Wha- Oh, yes, yeah." you shook your head, trying to kick those pretty hands away from your mind.

"Then you keep stirring it until it looks good, easy right?"

"Yeah..."

Yunho grimaced, tilting his head to one side. He moved his hands on your shoulders, his fingers gripping at you. He then dragged them down your arms, slowly.

"You're so hot y/n." he whispered, his warm breath reaching your sensitive skin.

"W-what?" you felt your heartbeat accelerating from just that simple, innocent sentence. You looked at him, already panicking. He moved his right hand on your forehead, your mind was going to go on stend-by, from the feeling of him softly caressing it. You were surely developing the fattest crush you'd ever had, on him, your boss.

"You sure you're feeling good? i think you probably have a fever, your skin seems burning."

"Why does he have to be so handsome and adorable at the same time??" you said to yourself, unable to focus on his words, given his aphrodisiac beauty.

"Look at your cheeks, they're of a burning red." he caressed them, his thumb brushing the corner of your lips.

"It's because of you, dumbass." You moved your sight on his puppy eyes, probably unsuspecting the effects that his touch were giving to you.

"No, im okey." you murmured finally. Yunho moved his hands off of your body, and started to put away all of the stuff positioned on the counter.

"Uhm, anyways... the local is going to close soon, you can go for now if you want to."

You nodded, and made your way towards the door, almost forgetting it was made of glass... Well, not almost, because you bumped into it, making Yunho laugh.

The next days, and weeks, went similar: you simply did your new job. Went to work at late morning and got home at 7 p.m. You got used to that routine, you were well paid and had good company, perhaps the presence of your boss was what definitively convinced you to stay... hell ya, you were pretty sure he was the principal cause. Everyday he somehow found the way to touch you, making your insides fall apart in every single case: he'd move you away by grabbing your waist when he has to pass nearby, hold your hand when he'd accompany you to the back of the bar, or when you'd have your new nails done to get a closer sight, he also complimented your look every morning. In short: or he was the gentleman in person, or he was just clingy, or he also was infatuated by your simple existence. (No need to say that the last one was the one you hoped for so bad). At the end, you really became friends, after days of you joking and laughing together during work.

𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺𐬺

"y/n, i was wondering something." he broke the silence between you two, when he turned his head to face you, behind the counter where you were waiting for new costumers to come. You were quite nervous everytime you were alone with him: your foot kept beating on the floor.

"Uh-huh?" you murmured, focusing on the people sitting in front of you, both for not thinking of Yunho too much, and to make sure they were satisfied with your service.

"Today is Monday, right? So tomorrow we're open by the afternoon" his gaze glued to your pretty side profile.

"Yeah, i know" the feeling of his eyes sticking at you made your legs dizzy. "What's his purpose?" you thought.

"Wanna hang out later?"

"Oh no, he didn't-" you weren't mentally prepared to spend an entire evening with him, another touch from him and you were sure you'd fall on your knees for him, dick straight choking your throat. "Holy shit... and now?"

"Sure..." you couldn't deny, right? the worst thing that could have happened was that nothing would happen. In facts, you surely wanted him to just grab your hips and fuck you already. What? he couldn't just wear those skinny jeans and "accidentally" press his bulge against your ass, without expecting you to get horny. he was a freaking bastard in those moments, or he was dumb, or he liked the way you blushed and had your heart freaking out everytime he touched you, what a sadistic bastard. Yeah... you were definitely losing your mind, you craved for that man like a drugged craves for his drugs.

"Perfect! Give me your address, imma pick you up later, what about 8 p.m?" he took his phone, ready to take notes.

"shit, he's gonna enter my house"

"Uhm yeah, wait a second..."

A few hours later you were struggling to choose what to wear, still half naked from the shower you just took, hands grabbing dozens of dresses to look at them, trying to figure out which one to wear.

"if he told me at least where we're going..."

"should i wear just something cool?" "and if we go to a multi-star restaurant? i should be elegant..." "and if he takes me to his place?"

you suddenly heard the doorbell ringing, Yunho's voice speaking through the entryphone: "y/n? are you there?"

"duh... really??" you picked the first dress that caught your attention, wearing it while heading towards the principal door, you fixed your hair before opening it.

"Oh, here you are." he smiled at your presence.

"I need to do my make-up, it'll take a few minutes, come inside." you moved to one side, making him able to enter the house. He followed you till your bedroom, taking a look of the furniture, instead you entered the bathroom minding your own business. While you were putting on your mascara, you were staring at the reflection of Yunho through your mirror, and finally noticed how simply gorgeous Yunho looked: the smoking suit he was wearing fitted perfectly his slender body, the dark blue waist coat adhering to his chest. You lost yourself again inside your thoughts, your hands automatically moving and the figure of Yunho was only present in your mind. Once you got back to reality and exited your bathroom, you saw him sat on your bed, holding what seemed to be the buzzing toy you used to use during your desperate nights, and coincidentally, the night before was one of them. He was looking at it intensely, turning it around to see every detail. When he saw the small button he couldn't help but click it, making the vibrator starting to do what it was supposed to.

"Oh" a small whimper left his mouth as the toy he was holding started vibrating.

"No. nonono, fuck-" you ran towards him, intent on taking back what was yours.

"Give me that, Yunho." you took the vibration from his hands, holding it like it was your most intimate treasure.

"Uhm im sorry, i sat down and felt it under the blanket, didn't mean it." his innocent gaze turned quickly into a smirk, he leaned back on his elbows facing you while his body rested on the soft mattress of your bed, his legs open. "Didn't expect you to use that kind of stuff."

"I don't..." you tried to say, despite you perfectly knew that you sucked at lying.

"It's still wet." he chuckled, seeing your eyes widening, full of embarrassment, no wonder why your cheeks were of an intense red, and it surely wasn't because of your make-up. "Uhm-" you murmured, trying to think of a good lie this time.

"Don't lie to me, princess. You're a woman, it's normal to need some pleasure, right? Only thinking that looking at you, you'd easily get something way better than a vibrator."

You raised one eyebrow, asking again to yourself what were his wills: "What do you mean, huh?"

"Don't know, want me to prove it?" his smirk getting wider as he noticed you on the verge of your denial resistance.

"For now? No thanks im good with it."

"seriously? i had the chance to take him and i just wasted it? God, im so stupid." you wanted to slap your face right there, refusing yourself to believe what you just refused.

"Well, if you say so. Come on now, the restaurant is waiting for us."

He brought you to a famous italian restaurant, thank goodness that you were wearing an elegant dress, which as always Yunho complimented:

"You look so beautiful in that dress, the color matches your eyes perfectly." he said, when you both finished your dinner. The situation was quite embarrassing: you were constantly making eye contact, but not a single word leaving your mouth, expect a small murmur:

"Thank you, you're also very handsome..."

You didn't know if what happened at your house was only a joke, or his attempt to approach you, whatever it was, his previous proposal was now torturing your mind. After thinking of it a little too much you finally chose to just ignore it, and tried to enjoy some good time with Yunho.

"Oh God... he's drunk" you looked at his red face, chuckling while taking other sips of wine, his sight seemed fogged as he was trying hard to focus on your face when you talked:

"Yunho, you should stop drinking."

He laughed out loud, almost losing his balance, sat on his chair: "i can't! im so happy!"

"Why?" you asked, confused.

"Because i finally asked you to hang out with me!" he smiled, before standing up, already on the verge of falling, you stood up and immediately wrapped his arm around your waist, yours on his shoulder, helping him to walk straight. Your legs were shaking too, not because of the alcohol, but for the feeling of Yunho's finger gripping at your body, which drove you crazy. A smirk was continuously placed on his face, his head resting on the top of yours, as you were accompanying him to his car. You asked for its keys and sat in the driver's seat. You didn't know his address and because he was drunk he couldn't remember it, so you drove to your house. You were in your bathroom brushing your teeth and getting ready to go to sleep, once you got out, you found him already sleeping on you bed. You headed towards him, and knelt down to look at his tired face.

"He looks so cute... wait- and now? where do i sleep??"

You looked around, despite you hadn't another bed at your place, and there was no way you'd sleep on the floor, excluding your mini couch. You had no choice but to lay on your bed, staring at Yunho till collapsing from your tiredness.

The morning after, you woke up at the sunrise, when you turned your head to look for Yunho, you're heart almost stopped at the sight of his face a few inches from yours. His soft cheeks resting on the pillow made him look adorable. That moment felt perfect, until you moved your gaze down his body, and noticed his crotch pressing against the fabric of his pants, as if it wanted to escape from them, you widened your eyes, amazed:

"Jeez- he's pretty big..." you murmured, and suddenly frozen hearing Yunho yawning, having just woke up.

"what did you say, y/n? Wait... why am i laying on your bed?! W-what happened yesterday??" he immediately stood up, panick rushing inside his body.

"Nothing, you were drunk so i took you to my place."

He looked down at the feeling of his pants tightening, and gasped, knowing that you probably noticed it too, he moved his gaze at you nervously, then chuckled shyly:

"Uhm well... i should go now and take care of... the bar" he squeezed his eyes and sighed: "Yeah, the bar..."

𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼𐬽𐬼

The next weeks went as usual, just working and drooling secretly for your boss, handsome and kind as always. You were now sure that you loved him, what you kept asking to yourself was if he felt the same for you. And how could you prove that? Teasing him. Usually he was the one that "involuntarily" teased you in many ways. So you finally decided to test the waters, pretending to act normal as you were voluntarily driving him crazy. You actually acted like an annoying slut in his presence, rubbing yourself against him in every occasion, walking sensually, sure that his gaze was glued to your ass, sometimes you even vaguely flirted with cute costumers just to get him jealous. After only a week, you could tell that he was extremely on the verge of losing his patience.

It was late October, outside was raining hard and the bar was completely empty of people, just you and Yunho. He was looking intensely at you, while you were decorating a cupcake for fun, sometimes licking the cream off of your fingers joyfully. He sighed, arm crossed:

"Why you keep acting like this, huh?" he headed towards you, till he was just a few inches far from you.

"Like what?" you smirked at him.

"Like a slut, are you joking or just needy for cock? Tell me."

"Maybe both, don't know. Maybe i just need to get what im craving, don't you think?" Where did you even find that confidence all of a sudden? Was your whore side finally taking the control?

He got closer to you, the feeling of his heavy breath on your lips: "Uh-huh? And what do you crave so bad?"

you giggled, your heartbeat starting to accelerate: "Guess."

He sighed again, but this time a small smirk taking his way on his lips: "Come on doll, just stop joking around, i perfectly know you want me." he got closer, whispering at your right ear: "Just wondering why you didn't fuck me that night." You bit your lower lip, how many times you asked yourself the same question? "i don't even know, maybe you can ask me again to."

Yunho laughed, nodding. He took you in his arms, and make you sit on the counter, his hands on your sides to make you stay still. You could hear his heart pulsing quickly, yours was about to flutter, and the both of you inhaling deeply the air. He whispered again, his voice lower than ever:

"Wanna fuck, my beautiful?"

You chuckled: "who told you that im yours"

"Gonna mark you right now."

You whispered back: "Go on, then." Before he grabbed your waist and pulled you closer to him, kissing you passionately. Your tongues found their ways inside your mouths, his hands moving on every inch of your body, you could feel your skin burning under his touch. Thrill rushing in your blood as he sucked on your neck, leaving hickeys all over your sensitive skin, he was about to hike your t-shirt up when you stopped him:

"Yunho... the bar is open."

He rolled his eyes back and sighed: "Okey then, i'll bring you to my house, now." He took your hands, helping you to get down of the counter. He turned off the lights and the power of the place, you ran to his car while he was closing the bar. When you arrived, Yunho was already taking you in his arms, heading towards his bedroom. You giggled when he pinned you against the wall, him holding your wrist while you were stuck in a long, wet kiss. Small whimpers leaving your mouth, happy because you finally were trapped in his arms, horny because you were imagining what was coming next:

"Come on boss, teach me how to behave."

He groaned, looking intensely at your smirking face: "Oh fuck, i love when you call me that way" he sucked your earlobe, then murmured: "it gets me so hard, you can't even imagine." He gripped your waist, and throwed you onto the bed, leaving small kisses down your body, while he was dragging your clothes off of you, until you were completely naked. Shivers were running down your spine at the sudden cold feeling. He stood up, taking a complete look of your breathtaking body, his boner exposing his needs.

"God, you're soaking wet, all because of me." he chuckled, his chest expanding continuously as he was breathing heavily, while unbuttoning his shirt. Once he had only his boxers on, you were desperately begging him to go ahead: "please please please take them off..."

Yunho opened your legs, making room for himself. He pressed his bulge on your bare cunt, forcing you to whine annoyingly.

"You like when i tease you, don't you?"

"God im begging you please i need you inside me"

"Oh i see, should i give you what you want since you're acting so good for me?" he dragged down his underwear, his cock popping out, standing proudly: "Hmm?"

You kept nodding: "Yesyesyesyes-"

One hand held your thigh firmly as the other stroked his length a few times, preparing at the incoming pleasure he was about to feel. You arched your back when he finally pushed himself inside you, unbelievably hitting your g-spot with the first thrust:

"Fuck! Shit Yunho- s-so perfect..."

His hands were caressing your belly softly, unlike the way he was pumping in you roughly. He was too excited to finally have you, he couldn't contain himself and be gentle. No, he wanted to ruin your pretty hole so you would stop to seduce him and getting him hard during work.

"Now that you're so whiny, do you still wanna tease me?" he stopped, knowing that it would drive you crazy. He felt your walls clenching intensely, signaling him that you were "so close so close- please keep it in!"

"You're already reaching your orgasm, doll?" his cockhead rubbing against your clit, enough for you to roll your eyes back and suddenly creaming your folds. You moaned loudly, you're voice broken after only a few minutes. He leaned on you, his hands caressing your collarbones, feeling your chest widening under his palm.

"Too bad, because i haven't yet."

Yunho wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing it enough for you to breathe but not to groan. You looked at him with desperate eyes, feeling your soul almost leaving your body because of the overwhelming pleasure.

"i'll be forced to give you some days off, you're not going to walk for a week"

You wrapped both of your hands around his wrist, helping yourself to stay still while he was pressing you against the mattress. Every single thrust felt like heaven, there was no way he could be a virgin, he knew every spot where you needed to be touched. Yunho was also pretty loud during sex, your pussy fitted him perfectly, so much that he became addicted to it within the first minute. A mix of low and high moans were leaving his mouth constantly, he threw his head back once he felt his climax getting closer.

"Fuck you're so perfect for me, can't wait you to be mine."

Yunho took his hand off of your neck, and held your legs while he was pumping in you lastly. He bit his tongue forcefully, you were surely the best fuck he'd ever had. He didn't want to stop, despite the pleasure becoming too intense to be handled. Tears were falling across your face, feeling your pussy getting worshipped by his dick, too fucked out to even answer him:

"Want me to fill you with my seed, princess?"

You nodded slightly, biting your lower lip and rubbing away your ruined mascara from your eyes.

He pulled out and in, one time, rougher than ever.

"I want you to use your words when i speak."

You whined in reply: "Shit- yes boss, im begging you."

A few more thrust and he felt his orgasm hitting his body, releasing a big load, ropes of hot cum taking their way inside you, mixed with your own arousal. You both groaned at the addictive feeling. His cock was swirling once he finally slid out of you. Yunho headed towards the bathroom and brought you a towel, he caressed you inner thighs while cleaning you from the mess he made. He kissed your body repeatedly, getting closer to your face. He stopped at the sight of your surprised expression:

"Aftercare?" you asked.

"What? I might be a rough dom but im still a gentleman."

Yunho joined you on the bed, and wrapped his arms around your body in a warm hug. He moved your hair from your face leaving a small kiss on your forehead.

"Gotta make sure you'll never leave me."

[tsunami-of-tears]

Haunted – Part One

Elain x Medium!Reader (sapphic) Rhys x Medium!Reader (platonic)

AO3

Summary: When Amarantha heard of the strange fae girl who could communicate with spirits, she had her hunted down and brought to her court Under The Mountain. Now trapped with the High Lords, Y/N seeks comfort and protection from Rhysand, and the pair develop a secret friendship. Once freed by Feyre’s actions, Rhys brings Y/N back to Velaris with him.

A/N: I’ve decided to split this into multiple parts as it’s lengthy. Part One is the backstory for Y/N and Rhys Under The Mountain and when they first arrive back in Velaris. I just adore the friendship Y/N develops with Rhys ❤️ He really does like to collect strays 😂 Thank you @shadowdaddies for asking about this WIP, I don't think I'd have worked on it otherwise!

Wordcount: 3.4K

Warnings: Reader can speak to the dead, so this is very grief/loss heavy and there are lots of ‘ghosts’; general trauma themes (+ healing); Amarantha, the Attor + UTM; mentions of physical torture and suicidal ideation.

Cold, spindly fingers grip my arm tightly as I’m dragged closer to the dais by the Attor. He shoves me down, pinching sharply into my shoulder and forcing me to kneel before the High Queen. My knees throb upon impact with the red marble. The smacking sound of skin on stone echoes through the hushed hall.

I feel eyes on me from all sides, from the surrounding fae that make up Amarantha’s court. Their chatter dulls as they take in the commotion. 

The Attor stands straight behind me and announces his findings, “As you commanded, your Majesty. The spirit girl.”

Amarantha drums her fingers along the arm of her throne, her dagger-sharp red nails clacking against the stone. “Ah yes, I've heard many stories about this one,” she says, smiling cruelly. “Girl, what’s your name?” 

“Y/N,” I respond flatly, quickly remembering to add ‘Your Majesty’ at the end.

Amarantha toys with the gold chain around her neck, and the charm– no, the bone– hanging from it. “Jurian, what do you think? Do you think the claims are true?”

The man standing beside the Queen steps forward with his arms folded across his chest, his form flickers as he moves. He is human, or was, judging by his rounded ears. “Do you truly care for my thoughts, or do you just like to hear yourself speak?” Jurian asks, rolling his eyes. Those eyes - so alike the one on Amarantha’s finger...

I push myself off the ground and stand up tall, shrugging off the bony clutches of the Attor. “Jurian would like to know if you truly want his opinion, or if you just like the sound of your own voice.” 

A gasp ripples through the court and Amarantha gives me a serpentine smile. “So, the little pet does have teeth–” she looks down, inspecting her nails, before returning my defiant gaze– “but can she use them?” 

“Rhysand,” Amarantha calls across the court. 

A handsome man steps forward, amusement flickering in his violet eyes as he takes me in before bowing deeply to Amarantha. He straightens, inclining his head, “Yes, my Queen?”

“Look into her mind, can she truly speak to those that have departed this mortal realm?”

The male, Rhysand, bows his head again and I feel a night-kissed breeze caressing my senses. ‘Don’t be afraid, I won’t hurt you,’ a deep, soothing voice says directly into my mind.

How are you doing that? 

‘I’ll explain later. For now, be careful what you say. Her sister, Clythia, is a very sore spot.’ 

I’m not afraid of her.

Surprise and amusement that is not my own ripples within me. ‘I know,’ the voice says before fading away without a trace. 

Rhysand rises, addressing the Queen. “Her power is real, Majesty. She can see Jurian standing beside you. He looks quite well, considering...” 

Amaranth claps her hands together at his confirmation. “Wonderful, this is wonderful news. Oh, you and I are going to have such fun together.” She waves a hand towards me, my dismissal. “Attor, take her to her room. I don't feel like speaking to the dead at present.”

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I finally have some privacy in my chambers. The room is small and plainly furnished. There’s very little warmth amongst all the dark stone, I wrap my arms around myself in an attempt to fight the growing chills. 

I’m alone for the first time in many years. Not even the dead walk these halls, so I only have my thoughts to keep me company. 

I feel relieved that being tortured was not in the Queen’s plans for me, at least not yet. And I’m fortunate to get a room instead of a cell. Yes, I think I can make this work. 

A soft knock sounds against the wooden door, jolting me from my thoughts.

Has she changed her mind about sparing me? 

I move swiftly to open the door; hoping to find a friend, not foe, on the other side of it. 

The handsome male from earlier, Rhysand, is lazily leaning against the wall across from my door, picking at the embroidered collar of his black jacket. 

“Good evening, Y/N,” he purrs, pushing off from the wall. “May I come in?” 

I step back and allow Rhysand entrance. His power swirls around him as he moves, like a cloak of liquid night. 

“I apologise that there wasn’t time for proper introductions earlier. I’m Rhysand, High Lord of the Night Court,” he offers, bowing his head to me. 

High Lord. Of course.

At Rhysand’s admission, memories of Prythian’s history flood my mind. I recognised his name, and the black clothes should have been a giveaway… But his actions thus far did not match any of the stories I’ve heard about the formidable High Lord.

Rhysand gives me a sad smile. “I’d say it’s nice to meet you, but unfortunately we’re both stuck here. Do your best to keep out of trouble, and don’t do anything to piss her off. You’re now a member of this dreadful court, so you’ll need to attend all the festivities.” Rhysand emphasises ‘festivities’ with a nonchalant wave of his hand. 

“Me? But I’m no one special.”

Violet eyes bore into mine as if they could see into my soul. 

“You are special. Amarantha covets power - that’s why we’re both here in this position. My kind is called daemati. I can enter minds - make someone my puppet, read every single thought they’ve ever had, or I can destroy them from the inside out.” Rhysand looks to the floor, unable to hold my gaze as he continues. 

“I don’t like to violate people that way unless absolutely necessary. I only got a glimpse of your thoughts, but it was enough to know I can trust you. I have to wear that mask around the others, but I’ll try to help you however I can.”

“Thank you. I don’t understand why you’re helping me, but I appreciate it. And I won’t tell anyone about… this.” Whatever this is.  

Rhysand looks back at me, nodding once in acknowledgement. “Dinner is in two hours. You’ll need to dress up, I’ll have some of my handmaids come to assist you. Do not show any weakness here. She detests it and will destroy you.”

As Rhysand is about to leave, a woman with large batlike wings manifests beside him. Her form shimmers, her skin a dull pallor. She reaches out as if to touch his inky black hair but her hand doesn’t make contact. The woman’s hazel eyes portray endless love and sadness. “Y/N, please tell Rhys that Juno is proud of the male he’s become.” 

He freezes as I relay the message from the beautiful woman. A single tear falls, leaving a trail of silver down his cheek.

“I didn’t think she was watching,” Rhysand whispers. “I don’t deserve her pride.”

I softly wipe away his tears, reaching for his hand and squeezing it. “We don’t show weakness out there, but you can with me.”

Rhysand nods, squeezing my hand back. “Deal. And the same applies to you,” he says.

I feel a flash of heat down my forearm. My brow scrunches in shock as I drop Rhysand’s hand and pull my sleeve up. On my arm, there’s a mark that wasn’t there before. A mass of black whorls around a crescent moon. 

Rhysand smirks at my contorted expression. “It’s a Night Court tradition to mark our bargains with a tattoo.” 

I sigh, shaking my head. “I’m aware of the practice, but you could’ve gone with something more inconspicuous.” 

“I think it suits you, Y/N,” Rhysand says, his grin wide. “And as we’re now linked for life, you can call me Rhys.” 

Rhys winks at me as he heads towards the door, “I’ll see you at dinner.”

Prick.

‘I heard that.’

I smile smugly, shutting the door in Rhys’s cocky face. Prick is a much more suitable nickname. 

————

The following morning I am summoned to attend the High Queen’s court. Rhys stayed true to his word about helping me, sending his handmaids to dress me. 

I never needed such finery in the villages I frequented. Before Amarantha, I travelled between a few temples, offering my services to the Priestesses. Gods, I miss my old life - the days spent on the open roads, the peace I could bring people. There was no peace to be found near Amarantha. 

The twins, Nuala and Cerridwen, help me into a gauzy white dress. There are enough layers that it’s not seethrough, and the panels float around me as I move. They dust my face with a light powder and line my eyes with black kohl. They also do my hair, braiding the top section and leaving the rest to flow freely down my back. 

I get a glimpse in the mirror before I leave the room, doing a double take at the female staring back at me. 

She looks like a ghost. 

Amarantha’s eyes track me as I walk the length of the room towards her throne. She smirks as I bow deeply before her. 

“You wished to see me, Majesty,” I say, keeping my head low and eyes on the floor. 

“My my, don’t you scrub up well when you’re among civilised company,” Amarantha sneers. “Rise, girl. I wish to speak with my sister. I’m sure you’ve heard of her.” 

Beside Amarantha, Jurian scoffs. 

“It doesn’t work like that, Majesty,” I retort.

Amarantha narrows her eyes at me. “And why not?” she demands. 

“I can communicate with the dead, but it’s on their terms. If they do not wish for me to see them, I cannot make them. And I can’t make them talk.”

‘Careful…’ Rhys says into my mind. 

I’m speaking the truth. That is not a weakness. 

Jurian pushes off the ledge he’d been leaning on. As he speaks, I will my eyes to glaze over - a little trick I picked up, making my powers appear more tangible to those who cannot see what I can. 

“Clythia won't come near her while I’m here,” Jurian explains. “My soul is tethered to the pieces she’s kept of me, her cruel trophies… As the bitch is quite fond of my eye, I can’t leave. I don't believe you’ll get the pleasure of meeting her sister.”

“What’s happening?” Amarantha demands. “Rhysand, what is she doing?” 

Rhys steps forward, “My Queen, that look, the hazy eyes, it means a spirit is calling to her.”

I let the fog fade from my eyes, turning to address Amarantha again. “Majesty, Jurian is tied to those objects you hold. Clythia will not come near him.” 

Amarantha sighs loudly, inspecting her nails. “Of course not, why would she want to be near that filthy human? I have no further need of you today, but I will come up with some other uses for your talents,” she sneers. 

I bow again and turn, moving to the back of the room to watch the rest of the proceedings.

————

I very quickly fell into a routine Under the Mountain. 

The twins would dress me for court in the morning, making me look like the living dead. 

After breakfast, I’d attend the throne room with the other High Fae. Court politics were… complicated. Fortunately, I had little involvement in this.

Then there were the balls and dinners of an evening. They were always a big event, with gruesome entertainment most nights. 

I barely stomached the cruelty. After the first dinner - I spent the rest of the night throwing it up. The torment was only made worse when I was forced to communicate with the poor souls Amarantha tortured for sport. I spent many nights lying in bed, replaying the horrors in my mind. 

As each day passed, it grew harder to live with myself and the things I was forced to witness. 

My bargain with Rhys was the only thing keeping me going. 

I began to look forward to his sarcastic comments in my mind while the other members of the court bickered. 

When sleep couldn’t find us, we’d spend the night talking down our bargain bond. We exchanged stories of our lives before and made many grand plans for after. We knew they were unlikely to be realised, but our dreams were all we had left.

One day, Rhys tells me of dreams he’s been having—dreams of a human girl. For the first time, he could see her clearly, she must have come over the wall somehow. She was in Prythian. 

‘I don’t know what it means, but maybe she’s the one we’ve been waiting for,’ Rhys ponders.

If only I was a seer, that would be a much more useful power.

————

That human girl was indeed who we were waiting for. 

That stupid girl, entering into the bargain with Amarantha. 

Like he did for me all those years earlier, Rhys helped Feyre as much as he could.

At first, I was doubtful that Feyre would complete all the tasks. When she showed up that wyrm and then threw the bone at Amarantha, I knew she was special. I finally allowed myself to have hope. 

Then she died. 

I watched as Amarantha snapped her neck. Watched as her life force left her body, though a spark glimmered near Rhys’s chest. Somehow, he held on to her, keeping her soul from moving on.

Once she’s made, I can feel her powers blooming, an echo of each High Lord, mixed with something else. Being brought back left a trace on her soul. 

————

Amarantha had been defeated and we were free. Most of her court had left Under the Mountain already, the nastier fae made themselves scarce promptly after Tamlin killed her. 

I’m not sure where I’m going to go. My family were long gone, along with the village I once called home. Now, Rhys was my only friend, and he had his own family to get back to. 

A rippling black cloud blooms in front of me, and Rhys materialises. His black hair is dishevelled, his eyes wide with shock. Even his movements seem rattled. 

“Are you okay?” I ask him, stepping closer.

“Yeah,” he shrugs, but he can’t meet my gaze. 

“Don’t lie to me, you don’t have to tell me here or now, but don’t lie.” I reach for his hand, squeezing it firmly. 

“It’s Feyre,” he says.

“Is she okay? She’s gone to be with Tam–”

“She’s my mate,” Rhys says so quietly I almost didn’t hear it. His confession stuns me. 

“Oh Rhys, I’m so sorry. We’ll work it out, you have that bargain.”

“Yeah, I- I don’t know,” he shrugs, defeated. “If she’s going to be happy with Tamlin then that’s all I want.” Rhys pauses, still unable to look me in the eye. “Anyway, let’s go home,” he says, schooling his features into his signature smirk and extending his hand to me.

“Home?” I question.

“Do you think after everything that I’d leave you here? You’re coming with me.” He smiles softly before taking my hand in his and winnowing us away. 

————

We materialise in a living room decorated with tasteful but eclectic furnishings. It’s warm and inviting, especially after those years under the mountain. 

A blonde female enters the lounge room as we appear. Her mouth widens in shock and she drops the mug she was holding which shatters on the floor, spilling brown liquid all over the worn rug. 

She lets out a sob and runs to Rhys, wrapping her arms around him. He holds her in silence, stroking her long golden hair as his eyes well with tears.

Two winged males enter the room with a short High Fae female.“Oh my gods,” one of the males whispers. 

Rhys turns at their entrance and embraces both males. Everyone in the room has teary eyes, even me, while I stand awkwardly to the side. 

I’m not usually a crier, but we got out. The weight of that fact is heavy on my soul. 

Rhys releases his family and extends his hand to me, pulling me closer. “Everyone, this is Y/N,” he says before introducing each of his friends - all names that I’ve heard before. People that I never expected to meet in person. “Y/N helped keep me sane Under the Mountain. She’ll be staying in Velaris for the foreseeable future.”

Amren steps forward, observing me. I take a step back as her power overwhelms me. She is not from this world. 

“What are you?” I ask softly.

“I was going to ask you the same question, girl.” Amren tilts her head to the side as if studying me. “You’re not of this realm, not entirely.”

Rhys cuts in, “Amarantha was using Y/N for her abilities. She can communicate with the dead.”

Cassian pales beside me, his face contorted in shock. “Cauldron boil me, you can - talk to ghosts?” He shudders.

“The living scare me more than the dead ever did,” I reply.

“Isn’t that the truth,” Mor quips before pulling out a bottle of wine and enough glasses for everyone, seemingly plucked from the air. “Settle in, you’ve got 50 years of gossip to catch up on,” she grins.

‘Is there somewhere I can go while you catch up with your family?’ I ask Rhys down our bond. 

His concern ripples back in response. ‘You’re family now too, but I understand if you need some space.’

Rhys smiles at his cousin, “We’ve waited 50 years, I think we can wait a few more minutes while we get settled. Y/N, I’ll show you your room.”

I smile and nod as Rhys takes my hand and leads me up the stairs. He squeezes firmly, the way we always do. 

“There’s a few empty bedrooms up here, you can take whichever you like - that one–” he points to the door at the end of the hall– “overlooks the garden.”

“Thank you, for everything.” I pull him into a tight hug and he kisses me on the top of my head. 

“Go on, tell me if you need anything,” he taps on his temple. 

I nod, “You go on, your family are waiting.”

————

Rhys was right. The view of the garden was a nice change after being stuck under the mountain for the last 10 years.

I’ve bathed, but even after scrubbing myself raw, I can’t quite shake the dirty feeling. My skin is red and angry, but I find a lotion in the bathroom that helps soothe it. The lavender scent fills my nostrils. 

We got out. 

I dress and decide to go downstairs. I feel restless inside and don’t want to be alone with my thoughts any longer.

Rhys looks up as I descend the stairs and he smiles widely at me. “There she is. Are you feeling okay?”

“Yeah…” I look at the door, and the coloured light streaming through the stained glass panel. “Can I?”

“Of course,” Rhys nods. ‘We’re free,’ he says down the bond. ‘You can go wherever you wish.’

I walk towards the door, hesitating at the threshold before finally stepping into the sunlight. 

I pause, feeling the warmth on my skin, a sensation I never thought I’d feel again. In the distance, children are playing and I can hear people talking and laughing as they go about their days. 

I shut my eyes, letting the sounds of the city fill my head, enjoying the peace that the chatter brings. 

We made it.

“I can’t quite believe it myself,” Rhys says from beside me. 

I open my eyes, turning to look up at him.

“We got out,” he says. “It felt so hopeless at the end there.”

“I thought I was going to die Under the Mountain,” I confess quietly. “That she’d tire of my party tricks and amuse herself by torturing me. I would’ve welcomed it. An end.”

Rhys turns to look back at the house, at his family through the glass panes, “No one else understands.”

I take his hand in mine, squeezing it tightly. “Our bargain still stands.” 

Rhys squeezes my hand back. “Always. Now I’d really like for you to show off your party trick for Cassian. If you’re up to it.” Rhys smirks and I raise a brow. “He’s creeped out by anything that’s not tangible. If you can pretend some spirit is angry with him, I’d greatly appreciate it.”

“Oh I see, you brought me here to be your jester.” I give Rhys a playful shove with my shoulder. “Come on, let’s do it. You can feed me intel so it’s extra convincing.”

“Oh, you’re evil,” he chuckles darkly. Rhys holds the door open for me, and we step inside his home together. 

[tommyloverr]

imagine pegging bill :3.

god, i think about it ALL THE TIME.

REAL PEGGING.

i imagine having him on the bed, missionary, with my large strap on, teasing his hole with the toy. i would fuck him sooo hard.

especially during the era in that photo. he looks so cute and innocent when he’s really just a dirty little slut. he’d whine and moan so loudly. his teary eyes staring up at you with his lip between his teeth, chest heaving, showing his little bony ribcage.

he’d whimper out small things, “fuck mommy!” he’d say sooo quietly. i would wrap my hand around his cock as i fuck him, pumping him just to overstimulate him some more. i don’t care how many times you’ve cummed, this tiny little ass is mine to fuck :3.

imagine him begging you that it’s too much while he grinds his little hips down onto the fake cock. the little belly bugle popping out from his thin belly.

YUMMM, imagine making him suck it before hand. i would make him gag on it. i’d throat fuck him, watch him swirl that little cock on this big dildo. watch his mouth take the entire thing, lips swollen and out of breath. he woukd suck it sooo good. the better the sucking, the better the fucking :3.

i’d tug on his hair, pulling his face down to gag on it. he wants to get fucked like a little bitch, he has to prove he wants it. he has to look me in the eyes while he’s in his dainty little knees, sucking on my fake cock. now THAT is a good little boy :3