#you can't have the whole pie and eat it too. is that how the saying goes?

[arttsuka]

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[pomefioredove]

now I'm actually invested in this idea. maybe I'll write a full length fic someday idk... for now I have short hcs

parts 1 | 2 | 3 | kalim | bad ending

summary: crowley decides to "give away" yuu to the highest "donation" for financial reasons type of post: headcanons characters: all nrc students additional info: can be read as platonic or romantic, except malleus is pretty romantic, second person pov, yuu is gender neutral, maybe a little ooc I wrote this as soon as I got up

crowley has had his fair share of "what the fuck" moments from you but this was really taking the cake

he acts so... casual about it?

swaggers into ramshackle one morning and says times are tough and your personal expenses are straining the budget so he's decided to "put you in someone else's care"

"The screening process will be vigorous to make sure you end up in good hands!" like you're a cat or something "Your expenses will be covered and you'll have somewhere to go during break!"

okay great. pretty obvious you have no say in this, so you don't even argue. what's the worst that could happen?

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Ace, Deuce, Jack, and Epel find you the next day to say they're pooling their money to buy you

"To what?"

Epel shrugs. "Oh, well Crowley said we need to offer a donation to prove we're capable of supporting you..."

(you think that if not for the laws of this land you would have slaughtered that old fart)

Jack goes on a really long tirade about how shady and underhanded this is, making sure to reaffirm that he believes you should be free to make your own choices

"So you'll let me go once you get me?"

"Uhhh..."

Ace thinks once they buy you you'll have no choice but to do all of his homework for him

Deuce says that's not really how it works- and even if he tried, Riddle would kill him

(they've already gone over this twice before finding you)

Epel happily volunteers to take you home with him over breaks, probably the only positive in this mess

even if he thinks the whole thing is kind of funny

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

incapable of keeping his mouth shut, Ace accidentally spills the plan to Riddle, who is understandably aghast

you can't just give away a person under your care like a toy!

of all the irresponsible things...

of course, he'll have to put up his offer, too

purely for your sake! with a nicer room and a brand new copy of the dorm rules, maybe you'll stop getting yourself into trouble

he's got some family money (doctors, naturally) and considers this a worthwhile purchase, for his sanity and yours

of course, Trey and Cater overhear and may or may not be pooling their own cash for a chance, too

going behind Riddle's back on this is a risky venture, but hey, someone's gotta be on your side, here, right?

I mean, between a bunch of sixteen year old boys, the housewarden, and them, who would you choose?

actually don't answer that

...not that it's much of a secret, anyway. Cater's already got their gofundme equivalent link in bio

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

Leona initially plans to have you become a live-in lackey like Ruggie

but then he really starts thinking- and, hey, the possibilities are endless, right?

for one, you'd make a really good pillow

he might have to kick Grim out for your full attention, but you could learn to live with that

and malleus would hate it

...that's reason enough for him

plus, he's got money to burn, so why not?

either way, he sets his bid at a reasonable (maybe too confident) price and sits back to watch the chaos unfold as everyone scrambles for a piece of the pie

news travels fast around school, after all

then Ruggie finds out that you could dethrone him as Leona's #2 and is understandably a little annoyed

that's his cushy post-grad job gig, thank you! he's worked hard for that!

besides, why should Leona get to hoard you? the guy can barely take care of himself!

so, Ruggie ends up outsourcing to a few dozen classmates for the necessary funds at a steep I-owe-you price

he's gonna be eating nothing but dandelions for a while...

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now, Azul is annoyed

once the news goes school-wide, it's all anyone can talk about

talk about good marketing...

why didn't he think of such a brilliant scam? he could have negotiated with Crowley to have a café brand deal tie-in!

of course, he's already set his bid, with Jade and Floyd offering to pitch in as necessary

it's a risky investment, sure, but a worthwhile one

Azul tells everyone that with the prefect's "obvious" popularity, having them at the café a few nights a week would drive sales through the roof

though that's really just what he says to shirk suspicion

a likely excuse coming from him, though, really, it would just be nice having you around

and if not for his own affections, Floyd's incessant begging and Jade's subtly manipulative comments about "how nice" it would be having a new face around would be enough for him to cave eventually

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"Kalim, no," is the first thing that Jamil says

"I strongly advise against this. It's another one of Crowley's silly scams and you could end up a target bec- are you even listening?"

hint: he is not

the second Kalim found out that he could get to take in his favorite magicless student like one of his treasures, he was all over it

(AKA infinite sleepovers)

and for what? a little optional donation to prove he's got the funds? he's got cash to spare!

he's already got your new room in Scarabia set up before he even puts his bid in

right next to his of course :)

and despite what Jamil insists, he himself might be working behind the curtain just a little to ensure he's the one who ends up with you

after all, why should Kalim get everything? this might be a valuable learning opportunity for him

You don't always get what you want

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as much as Epel tries to keep the rest of his dorm from finding out, it's inevitable

he's actually a little surprised that the news didn't get to Vil sooner

with Rook around campus, surely he must have said something...

when Vil does find out, though, he just sighs

oh, of course. what next, will everyone meet each other in the arena and fight to the death over the prefect?

of all the silly, immature things...

oh? what's that? he's bidding anyway? of course he is, silly potato. he can't have some unwashed miscreant making you sleep on polyester bedding

(really, he's the only person on campus worthy of your time)

Rook has also been mysteriously absent from the dorm lately, though his initials on a poem and a strangely large sum of money end up in the donation pile

but really, that could be anyone... Rook would never dare betray Vil again, right?

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Ortho finds out directly from the other first years and sends Idia the details immediately

with a little note of encouragement, of course: "could be excellent for improving your social skills!"

Idia understandably freaks out

"WTF!!!! nooo way! this is a person, not a chatbot we're talking about here! I can barely keep virtual pets alive!!!!"

(liar)

(...but this is still different)

the conversation ends there, but semi-anonymous bid from someone named "gloomurai" gets cashapp'd directly to crowley

*ੈ✩‧₊˚

everyone in the room immediately turns to Malleus

"For the record, I think it's wrong to be bargaining over a human being," Silver says first. "But if anyone could handle it with grace, it's you."

Lilia laughs. "Oh, you're just saying that because you like the prefect so much!"

"Father, you're the one who likes the prefect so much,"

"Oh, right! carry on then. After all, I'm sure we could share,"

Sebek is the only one relatively against the idea, though Lilia luckily manages to get him to lower his voice after his third speech about how you aren't good enough for his liege

Malleus is rather quiet through the whole evening, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with any of the points made

he disappears for a short while, and when he comes back he seems a little more confident

though, of course, he goes to you first

seeing him at Ramshackle in the middle of the night is a familiar and welcoming sight after all of the chaos of your week

and he's in a great mood!

"Child of man! I've come with news," he says. "I have heard of your predicament and have come up with a solution!"

you immediately sulk. "Oh, no. You know I think this whole thing is terrible, right?"

"Yes, Silver mentioned you might not like the idea of being bought and sold like a trinket. But worry not, I do not plan on paying for you in money,"

you pause, at a loss for words, and then tentatively continue. "You're not...?"

"Of course not. What a primitive idea, I was baffled to hear it myself. My proposal will be more traditional: a modest sum of treasure, and a generous amount of livestock and the finest crop Briar Valley can offer,"

certainly he's not this naive, you think

"You really think Crowley is going to accept that over money? I'm pretty sure Kalim just bid away an entire country's worth,"

he laughs. "You speak as if this is some kind of business deal! I'm quite confident that my dowry will be best,"

huh. that was a strange way of putting it

but then again, you still didn't really understand how things work here, so you go along with it

and you allow yourself to relax. he seems confident in his offer, and he doesn't even see you as some kind of prize to win!

"Oh, well, alright. Thanks! I'm glad you're on it,"

he smiles. "Rest assured, child of man, you're in good hands. My dowry will far outshine the others, and the wedding will be even better,"

"I was honestly getting a little nervous for a momen- wait- wedding!?"

[alvojake]

Rough Me Up | P.JS

「pairing」 : bf!jay x fem!reader 「word count」 : 4.2k

「synopsis」 : you and jay have been together for a few years and you couldn't be happier, but there's was something about your sex life that was just too plain. too vanilla. you wanted something more, but you were scared to ask so you rant to your best friend, only this is..... jay heard everything and he plans on giving you everything you want and more.

「genre」 : smut, tinge of fluff

「warnings」 : MINORS NOT INTERACT!!, cussing, mentions of porn, making out, degration, praising, petnames (princess, baby, love, slut, good girl...), choking, breath play, begging, oral (f. receiving), biting/marking, fingering, manhandling, dom!jay x sub!reader, slight teasing, cum eating, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, cream pie, hair pulling, spitting, bulge kink, breeding kink, lmk if I missed anything!

「notes」 : I would like to wish a very beautiful girl a very happy birthday! happy birthday nessa (aka @heeslomll) I hope you've had an amazing day and that you enjoy this fic I pulled together as a present! I love you sm and can't wait to hear what you think 🤭

“You don’t get it Nia,” You pinched the bridge of your nose, eyes closed as you paced the ground by the end of you and Jay’s shared bed, “you and Jungwon actually have an interesting sex life.” you could recall the times that she had called gushing about all of the new things that they would try, whether you really wanted to know or not.

“Then talk to him girl, it wouldn’t hurt and hey maybe he’s just been scared you wouldn’t be into it.” Nia shrugged from the other side of the phone, she had heard this conversation from you countless times. Even more here as of late because you had just got off your period and were going insane because of ovulation.

You groaned once more, “what am I supposed to tell him? ‘Hey Jay I’m tired of the boring shit you should tie me up and fuck me till I pass out’ or maybe ‘I want you to pull my hair and spit in my mouth’.” 

Nia burst out laughing on the other side of the phone causing you to roll your eyes as you walked over to the window. The thoughts of Jay doing all of those things to you were making you all hot and bothered, your thighs subconsciously rubbing together to try and relieve some of the pressure.

“Girl, how much porn have you been watching?” She asked between laughter, “just ask him if he would consider it, you know how much he cares about you y/n.” 

You sigh, shaking your head. You knew she was right, that all you had to do was talk to Jay about it, but you couldn’t help but feel embarrassed by it. What if he thought that you didn’t enjoy the sex that you did have? Or what if he thought you were weird for being into the more kinkier side of things?

Clearing your throat you just decided that you would just keep your mouth shut, too embarrassed. Biting at your bottom lip you just told Nia that you would call her later and she sighed before saying goodbye and hanging up.

Your whole body felt warm, needing to fill your veins, but Jay was downstairs cooking dinner so you weren’t going to bother him. Trying to shake the feeling off a bit so you could take a shower to maybe cool off, you turned only for your breath to hitch in your throat.

Jay stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed over his chest. Your heart started to race, heat creeping up your neck, praying that he had just gotten there and didn’t hear a word of your conversation. Your tongue jutted out to wet your lips as you tried your best to keep his intense eye contact.

“H-Hey baby,” You cured yourself for stuttering, instantly giving yourself away. “Is dinner done?” You tried to keep your voice steady as you watched him push off of the door frame, walking towards you.

All of the hairs on your body stood up as Jay made his way closer, his eyes bore into you like a wolf stalking a rabbit. Swallowing thickly you started to back away with every step that he made towards you.

Your heart was beating loud enough that you were sure that he could hear it and your face felt so warm that you started to wonder how you hadn’t passed out yet.

“Jay?” You called out his name as your back came into contact with the wall, stopping your movements. “What are you-”

“You know…” He cut your words short as he closed the space between you, hand pressed against the wall next to your head taking in the panic in your eyes. Your heart nearly stopped when he leaned down until his lips were right next to your ear, “I never thought my sweet little princess was such a nasty slut.”

Your eyes went wide as he backed away to meet your eyes once more, he had heard the conversation. So many things started to spiral in your head, did he really think that? Had you grossed him out? 

All of those thoughts came to a screeching halt when he grabbed your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your head up until his lips were merely inches away from yours. Your eyes flutter closed waiting for him to close the space between you. However, he doesn't instead he rubs your bottom lip with his thumb, prompting you to open your eyes.

“Is that something you really want, princess?” He asked, eyes searching yours as you looked up at him. Not having the courage to speak the words you went with nodding your head softly, but Jay just shook his, “I’mma need to hear you say it love.” His voice dropped an octave making your knees weak.

Swallowing thickly, “yes, I want this Jay. Please.” your voice was merely a whisper, but the male had heard it nonetheless. 

“Good girl.” Jay’s voice was like honey, coxing you into a trance. Your eyes fluttered closed once more as he closed the gap between the both of you, stealing the air from your lungs. His lips were soft against yours, moving slowly as his hand moved from your chin to encase your throat causing a small squeak to leave you lips, but it was quickly swallowed by his lips.

“Jay.” You whined as he pulled his lips away from yours trailing down your jaw, nipping at the skin. The hand around your throat moved away allowing him to leave wet, hot kisses along your jugular. 

You could feel your panties growing wetter and wetter by the second as his hands roamed your body, squeezing your hips before trailing down to your thighs.Before you could even process it Jay lifted you off of your feet, hoisting you up his hip. In seconds Jay’s lips were back on yours as he walked towards the bed, laying you down on the soft mattress. Small whines fell from your lips as his hands wandered from your inner thigh to your core, pressing down enough to elicit an actual moan from your lungs.

Jay pulled away from you so he could take in your dazed eyes, your kiss swollen lips and how your chest rose and fell with ragged breaths. He had been holding back for so long, thinking that you wouldn’t like how rough he could be, but seeing how desperately you had wanted it when you were on the phone with your friend. It was driving him crazy thinking about how much he could ruin you.

His eyes followed your hands as you reached for the hem of his shirt, but he was quick to grab your wrists, holding them in place.

“Here’s the deal baby,” He looked down at you with a lust filled gaze causing you to bite your lip, “if you want this, we’re doing things my way, meaning…” Dropping your hands he grabbed your thighs pulling your lower body flush against his and a gasp escaped from your lips as you felt his erection against your clothed core. “You just be a good girl and listen.”

You nodded quickly, the need to have him touch you growing way too strong to care. Jay smirked knowing that you were already losing yourself, making his job a bit easier. Biting his lip he leaned back over you, pressing his bulge against you, watching your eyes roll slightly. 

His hands moved to the hem of your shorts, fingers looping around the band to pull them down. Your whole body was tingling with excitement, you weren’t sure what to expect but you were going to take anything and everything that he has to offer you.

“Jay, please.” You whined, lifting your hips slightly, your body shivering when you felt him against you.

Chuckling, Jay made quick work of your sleep shorts and underwear, leaving your bottom half completely bare. Once the articles of clothing were discarded elsewhere in the room, he moved down until he was face-to-face with your dripping cunt. Your heated gaze followed after him, watching in anticipation.

“Oh you’re dripping baby,” He teased as he spread your folds, taking in the way your hole clenched around nothing. A gasp fell from your lips when buried his face in your cunt, nose bumping your clit as he inhaled your scent. “Fuck princess, you smell so sweet.”

Your thighs already started to tremble when he licked a stripe up your slit before wrapping his lips around your clit. A loud moan ripped through your throat when he started to devour your pussy like it was his last meal.

“Fuck Jay!” You cried out, your hand flying to his head, finger gripping on his hair. You back arched off of the bed, pushing your hips further into his face causing him to groan. Jay was quick to press his hand flat down on your stomach, keeping you in place.

Choked moans fall from your lips as your head falls back, fingers gripping Jay’s hair tightly. The pain only spurred Jay on further.

Sparks flew across your vision as he moved down to your slit, tongue moving along your velvet walls while his nose rubbed your clit in ways that left you seeing stars. Your orgasm was right on the tip of your tongue and your legs shook on either side of his head.

“F-Fuck! Jay!” You cried out as your body started to spasm, toes curling as your orgasm washed over you. Your eyes nearly roll to the back of your head as he moves back up to your clit, sucking on it harshly. “Jay, ‘s too much.” Whimpers fall from your lips as he keeps up his pace throwing your body into overstimulation.

“You can take it baby,” He pulled away, allowing your vision to focus for a moment, until his fingers started to trace your entrance. “This is what you wanted after all.” Then he slipped his middle and ring finger inside of your soaping cunt with little to no resistance. Your back started to arch once more, but his hand on your stomach pressed down firmly causing you to whine.

“J-Jay… fuck!” You moaned out as the pace of his fingers picked up, rubbing one picurlier spot which left you lying there breathless. “Jay, shit please.” 

Jay didn’t say a word as he latched his lips back to your clit, completely losing himself in the taste of you.

Your heartbeat was ringing in your ears as your mouth gaped open, your head falling back. Stars danced across your vision, your whole body shaking underneath Jay’s hold. The pace of his fingers was relentless as he easily found the spongy spot inside your pussy, making you cry out his name. Your whole body tingled as all of your senses became overwhelmed, thighs trembling, threatening to close. Noticing this, Jay took his hand from your stomach to grip one of your thighs tightly.

You weren’t able to give him a warning as you came around his fingers, as he continued to suck on your clit in time with his fingers. Feeling you squeeze around his fingers as you cried out his name left Jay groaning against you.

“Fuck baby, you came so much.” He cooed at you as his fingers continued to work into your sensitive cunt, prolonging your orgasm until you shook tremendously.

Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, threatening to fall as he rubs your sweet spot once more. Your hand falls from his hair to grab at his wrist, hoping to pull his hand away from your sensitive pussy.

“Come on, princess, give me one more.” He smirked as he kissed his way up your tummy, moving your shirt out of the way. You whined when his thumb made contact with your clit, your head falling back, allowing Jay to latch his lips to the soft skin of your neck.

“Jay, I can’t, please.” You whimpered as you clenched around his fingers once more, your orgasm right on the horizon, but Jay just sped his fingers up more, causing a choked moan to fall from your lips.

“Take it like a good girl, and stop whining.” He growled against your skin, making your head spin at the tone. Moving away from your neck, he hovered over you, taking in the fucked out expression on your face with a smug smirk. “You are a good girl, right?” He asked, watching in amusement when you shook your head vigorously, biting your bottom lip.

After a few more strokes of his fingers, you came undone around Jay’s fingers for the second time, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as silent screams fall from your lips. Jay’s fingers move along your silky walls, helping you ride out your orgasm.

Your chest heaved as Jay pulled his drenched digits from your core, bringing them up to tap on your bottom lip, looking at you expectantly. You looked at him with dazed, wide eyes.

“Go on, clean my fingers; this is your mess, after all.” He raised an eyebrow, tapping your lips once more, prompting you to open them. He watched with a smirk as you allowed him to stick his soaked fingers into your mouth.

Wrapping your lips around his fingers, tongue dancing around his digits. Your brain nearly short-circuited at the taste of your own release. Jay bit back a groan, his pants becoming uncomfortably tight.

Once he deemed his fingers clean enough, he pulled them from your mouth, watching the string of saliva grow thin until it snapped. You breathed deeply as he moved away from your body, tugging at the strings of his sweatpants.

Your eyes stayed trained on his body as he pulled his shirt over his head, allowing you to ogle at his toned stomach. Feeling your eyes on him, Jay looks over at you, meeting your eyes and sending you a wink. Heat crept up your neck as you kept his eye contact.

After Jay had discarded all of his clothing, letting his hard cock spring free, beads of precum decorating the tip. Your thighs clenched together at the sigh, mouth-watering, wanting nothing more than to crawl to him and let him use your throat until he was content. However, Jay had a different plan, leaving that idea for the next time.

Jay made his way back to the bed, sitting down where his back was pressed against the headboard. You sat up on shaky arms, watching and waiting for his instructions, not wanting to do anything against his command.

“Come here, princess.” He motioned you forward and you did as told, moving towards him on shaky legs.

His hands grab your hips as you straddle his waist, your heart hammering in your chest as the need starts to creep up your spine once more. One of your hands gripped his shoulder while the other went down to his dick, starting to line it up with your entrance. Jay couldn’t help but chuckle at how desperate you were to have him in you.

However, his grip on your hips tightened, keeping you from sinking down onto him fully. A whine tore through your throat as you looked at him with teary eyes. You tried to wiggle your hips as you felt his tip prodding at your entrance, but not quite going in.

“Mmm, what do good girls do?” He asked, leaning forward to press hot kisses along your collarbone. You whined, fingers digging into his forearms as you fought against his grip, just wanting to sink down onto him. Noticing that you weren’t going to do as he said, he pulled away, a hard gaze fixed on his features. “Don’t make me ask again.” Jay’s voice was cold, causing a shiver to run down your spine.

A whine fell from your lips as you met his heated gaze. The tears that pooled at your waterline broke free. Frustration bubbled in your chest, biting on the inside of your cheek. You wanted to talk back and tell him to just let you ride him, but you had a feeling that doing so would just result in the opposite. Then it clicked in your brain: This could be what gets you what you want.

“Just fuck me, Jay.” You sassed with a roll of your eyes and it was then that something switched in Jay’s mind. Something clouds his mind as he flips the two of you around until you are lying on your back, staring at him with wide eyes.

You opened your mouth to say something, but only a small squeak came out as he wrapped his fingers around your neck, squeezing. Your hand wrapped around his wrist, staring up at him, body wiggling underneath him in anticipation.

“What happened to my good girl?” Jay asked the corner of his lip twitching and his eyes growing dark. 

You couldn’t help the smirk that started to spread on your lips. You were not entirely sure what was coming over you, but the insatiable need to act out was stronger than ever. The expression, however, only annoyed Jay further, though your next words finally pushed him over the edge.

“The good girl is gone, Jjong, fuck me like the slut that I am.” Your voice was sweet like honey as you stared up at him with doe eyes.

“So you wanna be treated like a slut?” He chuckled darkly, causing more heat to pool in the pit of your stomach, “then I’ll treat you like a slut.” 

He then slid inside your wet heat in one go, causing your jaw to go slack, eyes rolling back. Broken moans fall through your lips as his pace picks up, not giving you a moment to adjust. His hold on your throat tightens as he fucks into you, dark spots clouding your vision.

“Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” Jay chuckled, hips snapping into yours, hitting all of the right spots deep inside of your cunt. 

His hold on your throat tightens until you are left with very little oxygen supply, making your brain go hazy. Jay watched smugly as your mouth opened, gasping as he positioned his cock into your cunt. It wasn’t until your nails were digging into his wrist, gasping for breath and walls clenching around him tightly, that he loosened his grip, allowing you to breathe.

“Fuck baby, you’re squeezing me so tight.” Jay groaned, his other hand squeezing your hip to keep you in place. As you started to squirm, the sensitivity started to get to you. He watched as your mouth dropped open once more, and a thought flooded into his mind.

Leaning down, “Stick your tongue out, princess.” His voice was husky as he bit back a groan from how tight you were squeezing him, a tell-tale sign that you were close. You whined as he brushed over your sweet spot, pulling more tears from your eyes. Moving his hand from your neck, he grabs your cheeks, smooshing them together, making your eyes focus on him. “Stick your tongue out,” Jay repeated himself with a growl and this time you did as told, letting your tongue loll out. 

Jay gathered a ball of saliva in his mouth before spitting into your mouth, watching as it slid down your tongue, which only made him ten times harder. When you closed your mouth to swallow without him telling you to do so, he groaned. 

“Jay!” You screamed his name as he slammed into you roughly, inching you closer to your orgasm, black dots clouding your vision. 

“Are you close already, baby?” He cooed mockingly as he removed his hand from your face to place it back on your throat, squeezing until a choked moan came from your lips. His other hand then moves down to circle your clit, eliciting a breathless cry from your lungs.

With a few more tweaks of his fingers on your little bundle of nerves had you falling over the edge. Your back arched off of the bed, a strangled cry falling from your lips as your walls started to flutter around Jay’s cock. Jay groaned loudly as he continued to pound into you, relishing in the lewd sounds that came from your spasming cunt.

“Fuck princess,” He chuckled but was cut off as you squeezed him rather tightly, nearly knocking him over the edge as well, but he wasn’t quite ready yet. So he slowed his movements until he was completely still, allowing you to breathe for just a moment.

“J-Jay…” You whined when he pulled out of your abused pussy, but you couldn’t help but feel empty and want nothing more than to have him stuff you full once more.

Just as you were about to open your mouth to beg him to fuck you full of his cum, he let go of your throat and flipped your body around until you were lying on your stomach. A gasp fell from your lips when he grabbed your hips to pull you up, laying on your knees and forearms.

“We’re not done yet, still gotta stuff my little slut full of my cum.” He teased your entrance with his tip once more, listening to your whines, “Stuff you so full you’ll be lucky I don’t get you pregnant.”

A choked gasp fell from your lips as he slid into once more, your cum and slick, making it far too easy to do so. Your eyes roll at the feeling of his tip hitting your cervix with each thrust, making your whole body tremble from the oversensitivity.

“You would like that thought, wouldn’t you?” Jay teased, hands gripping your hips tightly as he continued to fuck into you, “You’d look so fucking hot carrying my baby.” He groaned, just thinking about how swollen your belly would get or how big your breasts would grow; the thought nearly made him bust then and there.

“Please,” You cry out, face muffled by the pillows as your tears stained the fabric under you. Your brain turns into mush as he hits your sweet spot repeatedly, making stars dance across your vision.

However, Jay didn’t like how quiet you had gotten, wanting to hear every little sound you made. So he removed one hand from your hip to trail up your spine, leaving goosebumps in its wake until he got to your head. He wrapped his hand in your hair before tugging upward, lifting your body and causing a loud whine to slip from your lips.

“J-Jay, ‘s too much. I can’t-'' You cried out, tears spilling from your eyes. Your body felt overwhelmingly warm as another orgasm crept up your spine, tightening the knot in the pit of your stomach.

“You can, baby, I know you can.” Jay’s voice turned soft, making your mind reel as your head fell back onto his shoulder while his hands fell back to your hips. 

Your vision was going hazy as you wrapped your hands around his forearm, trying to ground yourself. However, when Jay pressed down on the bulge in your lower tummy, that little band snapped, and you came all over his cock once more, silent cries falling from your lips as you went lightheaded.

“That’s my good girl; you did so good for me.” Jay cooed against your head, hand moving up to your sternum to hold you close to his body as his own orgasm hit, spilling deep into your womb. His thrust slowed until they came to a full stop inside, plugging his seed in your still tight hole.

Jay pressed soft kisses along your shoulder and neck, waiting until your breathing evened out and you opened your eyes. Once your eyes were open, he pressed a soft kiss against the skin of your cheek.

“Let’s get cleaned up so we can eat dinner.” He whispered softly, trailing kisses along your jaw. You inhaled deeply, trying to focus your vision before nodding, allowing him to take care of you like he normally does.

~

After you both cleaned up and ate dinner, you were sitting on the couch, cuddled up under a blanket, watching whatever movie you had agreed on. You lay against his chest, playing with his fingers that were wrapped around your waist.

“Princess,” His voice jolted you out of your thoughts, and you hummed, looking up at him. “Don’t ever be scared to talk to me about stuff like that, okay?” He told you, tightening his grip on your waist and pulling you further into him. “I want to make it enjoyable for both of us.”

You felt your chest tighten at the guilty look on his face. Turning around, you sat on your knees in front of him, cupping his face in your hands.

“I will. I promise, my love, and don’t feel guilty, please.” You pouted slightly before leaning forward and pressing a soft kiss to his lips. Jay chuckled against your lips before closing the gap and sealing your lips in a gentle and sweet kiss.

The two of you then parted, and you laid on his chest, relishing in his warmth. Jay wrapped his arms around you before turning his attention back to the TV. Not quite tired yet, but once you fell asleep, he turned everything off and carried you to bed.

@alvojake | Do not steal, plagiarise, translate, or repost any of my work

𝖉𝖎𝖘𝖈𝖑𝖆𝖎𝖒𝖊𝖗 : ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ɴᴏ ᴡᴀʏ ᴀ ᴛʀᴜᴇ ʀᴇᴘʀᴇꜱᴇɴᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏꜰ ᴀɴʏ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴇᴍʙᴇʀꜱ. ᴛʜɪꜱ ɪꜱ ᴘᴜʀᴇʟʏ ꜰɪᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ꜰᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴊᴏʏᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴛᴀᴋᴇɴ ꜱᴇʀɪᴏᴜꜱʟʏ.

[sheyfu]

"i love you."

"what do you want? a massage? food? money? orrrr do you have a fever right now, dan heng?" you place a hand on his forehead, trying to find out if he actually does have a fever or just really sleep deprived.

it's not everyday dan heng acts like this. heck, it's even weirder as you two haven't even gotten to that kind of relationship.

"your skin is cool, and you don't seem to need anything other than, uhm.. sleep?" scratching your head, you look at him dumbfoundedly, trying to find out what the hell was happening to dan heng.

"i love you." cold dragon young says with more conviction as he stakes a step closer to you.

now that's suspicious.

"uhmmmm.. are you really sure you're okay?" worriedly, you place your hand on his forehead again, double checking to see if he was actually okay. "dan heng, please tell me if you're not feeling well-"

"i love you. i love you so much i can't even take it. every time i see you, my heart skips a beat, my breath gets caught in my throat, my hands start shaking like some fucking washing machine. you're so beautiful. too beautiful to the point that i want to throw myself out of the express because my brain goes into overdrive like 'bazinga'. i love you so much. i love you so very much to the point where i want to give everything up just to take care of you. i want to give you flowers, i want to hug you, kiss you, dance in the rain with you-"

"okay, cut! what the hell was that, dan heng? i thought we were supposed to film an introductory video for the belobog music festival and not a confession video??" a confused march 7th asks in the distance---a deep, scarlet blush coating her cheeks as she processes what the fuck just happened.

"hmm. how romantic." welt yang nods his head in approval. clearly proud of his (son) friend.

"i never knew you could be this sappy, dan heng~" himeko lets out a giggle, clearly amused with his spontaneous confession.

"sigh" a tired pom-pom expresses, head low as they walk back to the conductor’s carriage.

"did pom-pom just say 'sigh' and then actually sighed?"

"not a word, trash bomb man!"

"damn pom-pom. what did i do to you?!" caelus drops to his knees as he bangs on the floor. crocodile tears flowing from his eyes as he takes in the "betrayal" of their dear conductor.

"a- anyways.. let's do this again, shall we? by again, i mean introducing yourselves and.. a- and not.. confessing?" letting out a nervous chuckle, march sets up her camera, preparing to take another shot.

meanwhile, both of you and dan heng are left to bask in each other's embarrassment.

"soooooo" you let out a nervous chuckle. "was that, you know, uhh, part of the script? did march give you the wrong script to mess with you?" looking at his face for answers, you're left disappointed as the same, uninterested expression stays on his face.

after a few moments of awkward silence, march finally calls out your attention.

thank god, march! if it weren't for you, i would've already called [omi] to swallow me whole!

"get ready! remember, an introduction video. have some decorum! we can't let the whole of jarilo-vi catch us lacking~ anyways, on the count of three. one, two-"

"i mean it by the way." dan heng cooly says as he returns back to his original position.

"three!"

"WHAT?!"

"hey! i thought i said decorum!"

well, having no decorum is better than accidentally confessing to your crush in front of your (parents) coworkers anyway. right, dan heng?

[omi] - part of mother yn's kit; a void she can summon to eat her enemies up (kinda looks like ix and is very cutesy pie mhm)

[fandom-junk-drawer]

The Witcher Headcanon - Witcher Senses: Taste

Geralt has an enhanced sense of hearing and smell, so Jaskier reasons that of course his sense of taste would be enhanced as well.

Jaskier is maybe just a wee bit envious of Geralt's better sense of taste. It must be marvelous to taste food and drink on a whole deeper level than a human.

Even when the food at an inn or tavern is blander than h*ll, Geralt still appears to savor the taste, while Jaskier has to settle for suffering through the meal, or maybe be lucky enough to have a little salt in his pack.

And when the food is amazing? Jaskier wishes he could taste the food the way Geralt does. The food is absolutely delectable. The best thing he's ever tasted. Surely it is fit to set at the table of the gods themselves!

Jaskier is at a loss for words to describe the flavor. He looks at Geralt, and is instantly jealous of the Witcher's taste buds. The expression on his face suggests that the food tastes like pure sin.

Lucky b**tard

But Geralt's enhanced taste buds aren't just for enjoying food. Jaskier has seen him use it to keep both of them alive.

Geralt: Hm. Wine smells off. Let's see...

Jaskier: just the tip...of the tongue!

Geralt: *eye roll* Hm. Poison.

Jaskier: :O

Dead deer on the road with not a mark on it? Geralt's got it covered.

*nibble nibble*

Hmm. Wasting disease. Better stick with rabbit for dinner tonight.

Jaskier is impressed. The versatility is amazing! There are so many uses! He discovers another use for Geralt's tongue several nights later.

It's been a long day of travelling, and Jaskier has been taken over by inspiration and spent almost the entire day scribbling in his notebook and strumming on his lute. Geralt has not made as much progress has he'd like, but Jaskier is too distracted to keep up a steady, quick pace.

Oh well, there's really no reason they can't make camp early.

Jaskier is just sitting there later, minding his own d*mn business, when Geralt throws him for a loop.

He's been feeling off for the past few hours. Shaky, and a little sweaty.

He's staring at his notebook, glaring at the half-baked lyrics he's scribbled down.

He's getting worried. Had the meat pie he'd eaten earlier been spoilt? Was he going to die from eating rotten meat?

Geralt is abruptly at his elbow, grunting a concerned 'Hm'. His companion smelled off.

"What?"

"You don't look good."

"Excuse you, but I always look good!"

"You look like sh*t, bard."

"That's rude! Just for that, I'm sleeping on the other side of camp!" *Stands and stumbles*

Geralt grabs Jaskier's arm to steady him, but then doesn't let go. Instead, he starts snuffling at his skin.

Jaskier: *light-headed* Er...?

Geralt makes a thoughtful sound, then starts licking Jaskier's forearm.

"What the ever-loving--?!"

Jaskier can't complete his sentence because 1. Geralt is licking his arm. And 2. Geralt's tongue is scratchy, like a cat's, and he is having thoughts about it.

And goodness, some of those thoughts were making him blush!

Geralt apparently finds what he's looking for because he makes a satisfied grunt and lets him go.

Jaskier snatches his arm back, and stares at him, metaphorically clutching his pearls.

"You need to eat." Geralt says simply. "I can taste it in the sweat on your skin."

"You can...whAt?"

"I can tell from how your sweat tastes. It tastes bitter. Eat."

"But I ate earlier,"

"That was hours ago Jaskier."

Jaskier paused. Now that he thought about it, he'd eaten that pie for breakfast when they'd left town. It was now late afternoon!

"Well, f**k me running!" Jaskier exclaimed, feeling relieved. He wasn't going to die from a spoilt meat pie!

He took the dried meat, cheese, and nuts Geralt handed him and chewed contemplatively for a few moments.

Jaskier: *grinning suggestively* So, you can tell what's wrong with me by how I taste?

Geralt: *annoyed at the suggestive remark* Hm.

Jaskier: Do you have to lick my arm, or can it be any part of me? *eyebrow wiggle*

Geralt: Hmm (exhasperated)

Jaskier: Because, you do know that your tongue is interestingly scratchy, and it's making me rather curious as to what it would feel like on my--!

Geralt: *Shoves chunk of bread into Jaskier's mouth* Eat.

Jaskier: *muffled disappointed bard noises*

Geralt sighed to himself. Jaskier was going to be an insufferable menace this winter.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Cookies

Laura Coombs x Reader

Summary: You bake a bit too much

It was a difficult line to walk.

Laura knew this.

She was an athlete. She needed to be on the top of her game. She fuelled her body with as much healthy food as she could source.

Which, sadly, meant that she almost always upset you.

"It's good," You teased as you took another batch of cookies out of the oven, waving them teasingly under her nose.

"I know they're good," She said stubbornly," It's your whole job. But I just can't eat them. The whole team is dieting. I can't be the one to break." That last bit was a little lie on her part but it was better than letting you down.

You scoffed. "One cookie won't kill you."

"Yeah but it's never just one, beautiful."

She was right, of course. You never did just give her one. You gave over the first cookie and then another and then another and then another until she had nearly eaten the whole batch and didn't go to the gym like she had planned.

You grinned at her, shrugging. "It's not my fault you like my cookies so much."

Laura rolled her eyes. "But it is your fault that you make them at home. Why can't you just make them at work?" She groaned and rested her head atop the marble countertop.

"Don't sulk." You swatted at her with your tea towel. "Eat some or stop whining. This is my kitchen. I bake what I want."

That statement had been the basis of your relationship for a long time.

The kitchen was your kitchen and Laura knew to stay well away when you were baking. Cooking dinner, she could interrupt you. She could hold you from behind and kiss your neck at any point she wanted when dinner was being made. But the kitchen was sacred when you baked to the point that you didn't even like sad people in it when you were mixing dough (claiming that their negative energy would affect how good your creations tasted).

Slowly, Laura reached out to snag a cookie from the cooling rack, biting into it morosely under your watchful eye.

"Good?"

"They're always good. Amazing, even," Laura replied, unable to keep a smile off her face.

"You should have another one."

She took it but narrowed her eyes. "I know what you're doing. This is the last one."

"Mhm," You nodded. You pressed a kiss to her lips. "Whatever you say."

You sauntered off to the fridge.

Laura ran her tongue over her lips.

You tasted like sugar.

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"Don't tell me you don't snack on her goodies whenever you can," Alex complained," Does she smell like cinnamon? She looks like she'd smell like cinnamon."

"Please don't talk about what my wife smells like," Laura said," It's a little weird."

Alex threw her arms up. "I'm just saying! She works in a bakery all day! It's the holiday season. Surely, she's working with cinnamon all the time?"

"Again, discussing what my wife smells like is weird," Laura said again," And if you must know, my whole house smells like cinnamon. She's baking like crazy. I don't understand it. All I want to do when I come home is curl up on the sofa and watch tv and she spends all day in a bakery and comes home to bake more. I just don't get it."

"Wow," Alex said sarcastically," Such first-world problems for you. A fit wife coming home to bake for you every day? Oh, no! How will you survive?"

"Shut up." Laura rolled her eyes. "My entire kitchen is covered in baked goods. Everywhere I look. Cookies. Cakes. I'm pretty sure last night she was making another pie. I'm trying to stay healthy."

Alex patted her condescendingly on the shoulder. "Then you shouldn't have married a baker."

Laura rolled her eyes again, spying movement to the left. It was kind of suspicious and Alex was grinning like a wolf. She turned and felt the need to smack that stupid, smug smirk off her friend's face.

"Mrs Coombs!" Jill cheered.

You greeted her warmly. You looked beautiful, wrapped up tight in Laura's coat with a hat tucked firmly on your head and a scarf curled around your neck.

You held two bags full of little brown boxes.

"Stop calling me Mrs Coombs," You scolded lightly though still with a smile on your face," It makes me feel old. I'm not old."

"You're more put together than most of us," Alex said as she crossed the room to hug you," Did you bring us treats?"

"Who do you think I am?" You scoffed, moving past her to join Laura, stealing a soft kiss.

You still tasted like sugar.

"My personal baker," Alex said with a grin.

"I'm no one's personal baker," You insisted though you pointedly kept your eyes on your wife," But you're lucky that the other Mrs Coombs likes to have counter space to sit on while I cook."

You placed your two bags onto one of the tables and began unboxing your treats.

"One at a time!" Laura barked when the girls surged forward. "Make an orderly queue please and thank my wife! She didn't have to trek all the way here in the cold."

"Thank you, baby," You said as the group finally calmed down, each girl taking a turn and pressing a kiss to your cheek in thanks.

"No problem, beautiful." Laura rose from her seat, a hand reaching out to curl around your waist.

You rested you head against her shoulder, smiling.

"What's got you so happy?"

"Nothing." But you were still grinning.

"No. Seriously, what is it?"

"It's just..." You giggled. "I thought you told me that the whole team was dieting and that's why you couldn't eat my cookies."

Laura's cheeks went a little bit red. "So...Maybe I twisted the truth a bit."

"You're cute when you're embarrassed," You said," But you know what this means?"

"And what does this mean, beautiful?"

You grinned and kissed your wife's cheek. "That you don't have an excuse to not be my taste-tester anymore."

[starlost-mochi-x]

lee know - skz fluff headcanons

pairing: lee know x reader

summary: lee know headcanons

genre: fluff, idol! au, comfort, general fluff headcanons, i'm calling him minho bc it's easier to type sorry not sorry

a/n: posting for the first time in a while. divider from @plutism

masterlist

we all know how much minho loves his dancing

so he'll often drag you to the studio to teach you some moves

since you're into stray kids as a whole, you're often trying to learn the choreo

it helps when your boyfriend is the one who helps make it lol

so whenever he can

he's teaching you the moves and how to make them look fluid

you're bored? studio. you just woke up? studio. it's the middle of the night and you can't sleep?

studio

he also likes performing the choreo for you so he can get your feedback

doesn't matter if you're a dancer or not

he just likes doing it for you so he can get another perspective on how he can do better

of course, it's not always helpful because you're always so enthusiastic and think he's amazing at it

he doesn't mind though, as long as you're happy

will tease you when you try and execute the movements like he does with varying levels of success

actually, when i think of it, i think he would love teaching you because it helps him understand the routine better

sometimes even drags you along to the group practices so you can give little opinions and try the moves yourself

likes watching his members show you how to move your arms in legs in a particular position

but he does get a bit irritated when hyunjin gets a little too close to you

airfryer

minho also loves cooking, we all know him as the chef of skz

and you're often hungry at night time for some reason

so you usually just roll over in bed and lightly shake him awake

he'll carry you to the kitchen and sit you down on the counter before turning a nearby lamp on

you might tell him what you're craving or tell him to just surprise you

one night it might be ramen, another it might be a simple sandwich

but whatever he makes for you, it's always really tasty and you have a little tradition of splitting it in half so he can eat too

he doesn't have much of an appetite at night time but he eats his half anyway to make you happy

you always feel super sleepy afterwards so you just let him carry you back to bed

he'll just wrap his arms around you and bury his face in your neck

he's out within a minute

he likes waking up early too, and just breathing you in next to him, fast asleep

for him, it's the highest form of vulnerability

trusting him to be around you when you're unconscious

he's honoured and it's not a surprise when you wake up to see him sleepily smiling next to you

also i feel like he sniffs a lot in the mornings

like he's a sniffy boy when he wakes up

anyways

minho loves anything cosy and warm

he's a whole cat

so expect lots of blanket forts and plush cushions in your living room

you two like collecting knitted blankies and little plush toys cos it makes for super cosy nights in

you could get home at the end of the day and just see him up to his neck in plushies and cushions

usually with a blanket all balled up next to him so the cats can share it

and he's usually asleep too after a long day at the company

so you just collapse into the fluffy mess next to him and take it easy

you and minho also have a friendly competition of who can come up with the most pet names

knowing how teasing this man is, he'll be coming up with the most disgustingly cringy sweet nicknames

he'll say one out of the blue and you'll fire right back, equally as saccharine

then it's usually a back and forth to see how unhinged it'll get

'honey pie' 'sweet pookums' 'fluffy wuffy cupcake' 'my darling toenail' and so forth

they just get more and more ridiculous and by the end of the back-and-forth you're both fighting not to throw up

still funny tho

despite the teasing, minho is the sweetest guy you've ever known

also so supportive of your dreams and ambitions

he also encourages you to talk about your feelings with him

if you're the trusting type, great

but if you're a little more wary, he'll gently encourage you to open up

but he never pushes you beyond your limits, since he hates being pushed past his boundaries himself

that's the thing about minho

he knows what he hates and so he doesn't tend to do those things to other people

he doesn't like it when people ask him why he's quiet sometimes and so he doesn't ask you the same thing

he just sorta knows

he's also very gentle with you in private, always making sure you're comfortable

around the guys he'll be a lot more teasing but you don't mind

in turn, you encourage him to do the same

you know some people call him cold or heartless

it often affects him when he feels he can't convey his feelings about you as well as he wants to

you know he means well and you know he loves you

he's very clear about that

so whatever he gives you, whether it's a little gift or a compliment or even just physical affection, you accept it

and it must be enough because he always gets all smiley

you know his little smile? yeah, that one

he compliments you? you'll thank him happily and he starts getting that little shy smile on his face

it's so cute so you make sure to be as open as you can towards him

there's nothing you both love more than each other <3

a/n: legend says hyunjin is still in the airfryer

[cinellieroll]

☆ random obey me headcanons part 3!

beelzebub, belphegor and solomon ♡

part one (lucifer, mammon and simeon)

part two (asmodeus, levi and barbatos)

part four (satan and diavolo)

cw: slight spoilers again if you haven't played the recent lessons

small note: thank you again for the likes and reblogs. also, happy 20 followers! yippeee :^D also sorry for the delay i was being silly the whole day so..yeah

☆ beelzebub:

- doesn't listen to music that much which is kinda weird like wdym you don't vibe to hard ass beats everytime you work out? on the bright side a cupid playing a harp melody does start playing in his head when he sees food

- some days his resting bitch face goes so hard you think he'll start biting your neck off if you even try to talk to him

- he does a lot of unintentional things it's actually so hilarious. like no he didn't mean to mindlessly draw an icecream on your hand and start licking it. it was an accident! he swears!

- when you cry he tries to cheer you up with jokes but it always end up being horrible because deep down he's panicking inside on what to say. the bitch starts saying "why did the chicken cross the road" jokes while watching you bawl your eyes out with snot bubbling out your nose

- so instead of the horrible jokes he decides to hug you instead while picking you up and gently sways you left to right <3 and during those situations he's willing to do anything you want. you want him to carry you to your room? gotcha. you want him to buy you food from hell's kitchen? he promises he won't eat it. (he actually didn't but you could see his drool staining the paper bag once he gives it to you)

- there was one point in his life where he was the smallest and fattest out of all the brothers when he was still younger. his older bros, especially mammon would always pinch and bite his cheeks because of how he looked <3

- watches hells kitchen while eating food from hells kitchen. mans obsessed with the show

- has dimples and an eye smile

- he likes it when he holds your hand and look at it from time to time. he just likes to see how big it is compared to yours.

☆ belphegor:

- doesn't really use his phone a lot and resorts to watching TV instead so he doesn't have to use his hands

- slept while candy was in his mouth and woke up choking once. safe to say lucifer banned candies for a whole month after that and everyone else was NOT happy.

- since he is the youngest out of all the brothers he's pretty spoiled in a way. he wants to be the one you hang out with the most and if he needs to pull out the moves just so you'll give him cuddles he won't think twice

- "what do you mean you have plans with asmo today? didn't you know? he ditched cooking duty last night and lucifer told me to do the job instead. i deserve your attention more than he does."

- he thought you were attractive the first time you two met

- takes reaction pics. it's mostly him in a dimly lit room with his eyebrow raised or replicating a funny photo of his brothers

- wasn't interested in shows like hells kitchen until he saw you and beel watching it. he occasionally watches drag race too

- during car rides or road trips he always has to be the one in the back just so he could lay down and sleep

- you can't rely on him for notes because it's always covered in drool when he sleeps in class. although he mostly never takes notes at all he just relies on stock knowledge and good memory

☆ solomon:

- he never caught up with the recent trends in the human world so you really had no one to relate or talk to about your favorite shows, songs, etc

- decided to catch up for you anyway. what a sweetie pie ^_^

- a tear rolled down his cheek when raphael confessed that he liked his cooking for the first time.

- when he's drunk he starts singing love songs and starts going on a ramble about how lonely he is when he isn't with you. and yes, his voice WILL crack.

- sometimes he points things with his lips it's SOOOO HOTTTT

- he gets sad when you get suspicious of him when he's doing a nice gesture for you. he's aware that everyone else think he's shady, and he is! but mc, he just wants to do something nice for you!

- he's an asshole and will constantly tease you especially if you guys are seated together in class. he'll write a note on your notebook saying something like "remember when you *insert embarrassing moment here* or will start writing something subtly flirty like "wanna come over after school?"

- he buys you a lot of expensive things out of nowhere. like there was no ocassion whatsoever but he gifted you the recent iphone like what?

[poppy-metal]

ahh that pretty woman au:((( would she be shy when she’s sober and avoid talking about what happened or would she just blurt everything like she did when she was drunk

shes definitely mortified when she sobers up - guilty too, for throwing herself at him and saying the things she said. she's embarrassed but her good conscious makes her want to apologize - she ends up making him food. she likes cooking, she makes him steak and side greens and even a pie - like patricks her husband - but she doesn't think about that. when patrick eventually comes back she has it all ready and waiting for him - her eyes hopeful. if she can feed patrick and take care of him and make him feel good then she'll be happy - she doesn't want anything else from him. she doesn't.

it's not the first time she's cooked a big meal for patrick, she does it alot - but it's the first time he's not eager to just dig in. he's still thinking about the other night. and he knows this is as much about avoidance as it is about apologizing. he bets she wants him to let her sweep it under the rug. pamper him and and be his friend -

but friends don't get on their knees and ask to suck your cock.

he approaches her - says. "you look better."

she does. obviously flushed - but less miserable and pathetic.

she brushes her hands down her little modest dress. it flutters just under her knees and he likes how it teases his imagination. makes him want to drag the fabric up - with his teeth.

"I- I feel better. I'm sorry about last night. I was - I wasn't in a good headspace, obviously. but -" she shakes her head. "- that wasn't a reason to snap at you and say the things I did."

he'd assumed she'd brush over it - and he could let her if he was a nicer person. but he's not.

he raises an eyebrow. "you mean when you slutshamed me?" his voice doesn't let on that the comment had stung when she'd said it. he shrugged. "you weren't wrong."

her lips tug down in a frown.

"I was." she insists. "whatever you.... whatever you do with your body, it doesn't define you. I of all people should know that. I guess I was just feeling - I was feeling small and undesirable and took it out on you. I'm sorry, patrick."

patrick swallows. he doesn't think anyone's seriously apologized to him in his life. either he's the one that fucked up - or they just can't bring themselves to admit that patricks a person worth apologizing too. he thinks briefly of art and tashi. how they'd probably both rather eat glass than mumble those very words.

it hits his chest - he's quiet for longer than he means to be, thinking. you look more and more guilty and he finally says, "thank you."

you sigh and your shoulders droop with the tension you'd been holding in your body. you start to turn around, probably to get to fixing the table - but patricks not done.

you're at the stove, in the middle of popping it open to check on the roast when he says from behind you -

"and what about the part where you wanted to suck my cock so bad you got on your knees for it? are you sorry for that?"

your hand freezes. your whole body freezes. you don't turn around. staring at your hand curled around the handle of the oven.

your instinct is to hide. to say it was just a drunken rambling, but you think about his fingers digging into your arms. his angry eyes and the words he'd said. they could have meant nothing. said in the heat of the moment, to make a point.

but what was an apology if you lied? probably patrick just saw you as a friend. probably he pitied you. but after what you'd done, he deserved the truth.

"that part.... I shouldn't have come onto you how I did. like that."

he says your name. something about it ignites a visceral reaction within you - your whole body heating up right to the tips of your ears. you turn around, because it was the unspoken ask. order. even though you keep your eyes down, wringing your hands nervously in front of you.

"how would you come onto me sober?"

you feel like lava is under your skin. your hands, palms sweating with nerves - you brush your hair away from your face. swallow. the room feels hot and stuffy.

"i..... I don't know." you admit honestly. "I've never.... I'm not.... I've never done something like that...."

you've never tried to seduce someone before. or been bold. you've dreamed about being the kind of woman who could go after what she wants, but you have no idea how to be that person.

patrick drags his bottom lip between his teeth - watching you squirm. he enjoys it way too fucking much. you have no idea how fucking sexy you are and it drives him crazy.

"do you want to?" he asks. and when you look up at him, confused - he elaborates. "do you want to suck my cock."

you gasp. he doesn't stop there though, he walks forward, backing you up until your hips hit the kitchen counter behind you. he looks down at you - at your fat bottom lip he's thought about doing disgusting things too.

"because if it was just a drunk fluke, you need to tell me now. but I don't think it was -" you're looking at his mouth, almost in a trance. your chest heaves up and down. "- I think you've been dying to wrap that sweet mouth of yours around a long hard cock for awhile." he dips his head a little closer, nose almost bumping against yours. "I think you want me to put you on your knees and use your mouth like a dirty fuckin' whore. I think -" a hairs breath away from your lips now. "you want me to make a proper woman out of you. hm? you wanna feel what it's like to be wanted so bad - to be the kind of pussy that drives a man fucking insane."

fuck. fuck fuck fuck fuck.

"you do." he adds, forehead touching yours. "you drive me fucking crazy."

you let out something that sounds like a sob - and then you close the distance between your lips.

[toxictigertonic]

Alright, I've been cursed with new blorbos (don't worry DJ will always be my number one). Outlast trials has me in a chokehold, specifically Franco, but all the prime assets are running around in my brain causing problems. I'm subjecting you to my stupid food headcanons as a result:

COYLE

- This mother fucker drinks hot sauce. Like. Chugs the shit. You can't take him anywhere without him bringing a bottle of Tabasco.

- Takes his coffee black, but will add a little sugar if no one is looking. Can't let people know that he doesn't like plain black coffee.

- He feels like a big breakfast kinda guy, with all the fixings. If you took him to a diner that'd be what he'd get, no matter the time of day.

- Would he disgusted by energy drinks EXCEPT classic redbull. Now imagine this man hyped up on caffeine.

- Would still eat his scrambled eggs if he got shells in them. Would say some shit like "the shells put hair on your chest"

- Trusting this man to bake anything is a fire hazard, it doesn't matter if it's those pre cut cookie rolls, they're catching fire.

- Says he hates desserts then stares down a slice of pecan pie from across the room like it owes him money.

MOTHER GOOSEBERRY

- The only one I trust to cook tbh, and that's not saying much.

- If you took her to get coffee she'd get the sweetest thing on the menu (and Futterman would bitch and moan about it the whole time) or she'd get a chai latte. Futterman would demand a black coffee.

- I would trust her to make me an apple pie and then she'd put the drill in it bc the crust came out wrong.

- She feels like a woman who really likes jam. Maybe I am projecting but jam is cool.

- She will not touch an energy drink bc they taste bad to her, and bc Futterman would throw a fit about how bad they are for your teeth. No caffeine fueled death sprint for her, but based on her singing and the whole angel dust thing I don't think she needs it.

- I would make her pancakes she seems pretty cool.

- Likes the batter for desserts more than the finished products.

FRANCO

- God help us where do I begin

- On one hand I wanna say he makes some bomb ass Italian food. On the other hand I wanna say he burns cereal.

- Speaking of cereal, he's the kinda guy who let's his cereal turn to paste in the bowl before he eats it.

- Considering what we know about the wolf's milk drink, I'm frightened by this man's palette. Genuinely terrified.

- I think he would die if he tasted hot sauce. I think Coyle is aware of this fact and has plans.

- Give him an energy drink if you wanna see him start doing flips. He thinks they're gross but he's also like "fuck yeah pure sugar I love these"

- Likes his cookies so underdone that they're basically raw (me too chief)

- If you cooked him a homemade meal he'd cry while eating it. Then he'd get pissed because you made him cry.

- He's my little skrunkly doo so I'm feeding him wet plaster ❤️

If I'm wrong about anything bc it's actually stated in the lore I do not care tell Red Barrels to get their facts straight (/J I SWEAR)

I haven't had time to look at Gooseberry's or Coyle's lore so I don't know if they have some super important amazing cooking skills that I'm missing out on. Feel free to tell me if you think I'm wrong or have your own ideas about these idiots.

[ayu-stuff]

Party attire

"Why are you crying, sweetie? You begged us soooo much to be allowed to come with me. And now that we're here, you can't even form a whole sentence because of the childish temper tantrum you're throwing. How come??? Why is my wittle baby girl saaaad???

You craved so badly to attend Mommy's Big Girls party, and here you are! And you're the biggest of them all, cutie pie! Believe me HAHAHA. Have you maybe forgotten what you've gone through just to come with me tonight?

You agreed to Daddy's idea of tucking you in for ni-ni time at fucking 7 PM every day like the dumb, whiny toddler you are. You gave up on this month's cummies day just to prove us you were mature enough to enjoy a Girls Night with me. You accepted losing the last shreds of privacy Daddy and I allowed you to keep, so now you're always to make your peepees and pushies in front of one of us, if we're not busy eating each other out ;).

Bath time is also to be supervised by one of us in exchange for the privilege to join me tonight. And what about last month's baby-food based diet??? After weeks of eating only mushy prunes, I'm not surprised you've begged Daddy so many times these days to let you clean me out after fucking me raw. You just needed those proteines, right? HAHAHA.

And now that you've gone through all this ―Fuck! I almost forgot two of your favorite rules HAHAHA: 1) no clothes allowed at home except your big poofy diapers and a stupid bib!! // 2) Of course, dumb smelly babies like you don't walk. They just crawl. Today is the first time you've been allowed to use your big girl legs since ages!!! I'm so proud of you, sweetie HAHAHA― as I was saying, now that you've gone through all this, you don't want to get out of the car???? For God's sake, little girl!!!

What??? Speak up, kiddo. I can't understand you through your cute little paci. No, you can't spit it out. You know I'll spank you right here if you do. You don't like the outfit I picked for you??????? And you have the courage to tell me now????? I think you look delightful tonight, darling. Delightfully dumb, if I may.

I only wanted to show my friends what a cute little daughter my husband and I have now!!! Of course, it was your husband, but you were too much of a wimp to stand up to me. What could I do?? You know how sexy he is. Or have you already forgotten??? HAHAHA

So it's more than natural that I've taken you out only in your Moomy's Moo-Moo onesie tonight! What would you need a sexy outfit for? Your only purpose tonight is to become the party's laughing stock, honey. You should have known. That's why I haven't changed your poopy, stinky diapie before going out: my friends have specifically requested to help me with the baby's diapy change. Don't you feel lucky they want to meet you that much??

In fact, I think I'll leave you only in your pampies once we've padded you up all fresh and clean. Hair all messy from your tantrum, blushy cheeks, chin and neck all drooly thanks to your paci, and hard nipples because of the cold, you'll be the cutest girl at the party!! I bet they'll even put some baby rhymes for you to dance along!!

What, honey?? No, of course you'll have to keep that, stupid little girl! That's the cutest garment of your whole outfit! And we worked so hard today to make it perfect! Besides, it even matches Mommy's grown-up attire. Doesn't it make me so fucking sexy to have my face half-covered?

So you'll keep it the whole night, sweetie. If I catch you without your last pair of panties on your head, I'll make sure that everyone at the party smacks your bottom at least twice. I know it stinks, kiddo! Daddy and I made you pee all over it!!

But it makes you delightfully dumb to wear your last shred of dignity on your cute little head. That way my girlfriends won't even notice you're not allowed to use any make-up anymore. They'll just see a stupid, poopy toddler in a childish onesie, with her face half-covered by the best possible proof that she's a baby. A stupid, clueless, pissy and messy baby.

Let's get out of the car, OK honey??? And no, I don't care you can't stop wailing!!! HAHAHA".

[sadlynotthevoid]

Okey, but, I feel like og!Cale is the type of person that, if someone tried to make fun of him for a crush, he would be like "ah, yeah, that's true" and openly admit it.

So, og AlbeCale AU where whenever someone tries to mock Cale about liking Alberu or asks him about it, he downright says the truth. Regardless of who is hearing him.

As in, maybe once someone asks if Rok Soo and Cale are dating because they seem close (in part because they're kind of close, and in part because Cale keeps knowing what he is thinking, but they don't know that's just a Cale thing). And Rok Soo is like:

Rok Soo: Nah. This guy's type are baker princes.

Cale: You got it wrong. I don't like any princes who bake, I like Alberu only.

And Alberu, who was drinking tea on the background, suddenly chokes on his cup. Which they notice, of course.

"Oh. Hey, Al. Are you okay?"

—Totally unfazed for having Alberu heard the whole conversation.

He's so shameless about it and it's completely unintentional.

He has no idea of how people treat their crushes normally nor is interested on doing the same. He knows that some people tend to get shy, but a decade purposefully acting as trash killed most of his shame— Well, at least when it is about others' opinions of him—. If he wants to do something, being laughed at is not what's going to stop him.

And what he wants is to say how adorable he thinks Alberu is, so that's what he does.

Rejection? He isn't proposing anything. He doesn't plan on dating or wooing Alberu either. It's not that he wouldn't like it, it's just that it hasn't occurred to him that that's even an option. For him, who had spent years hearing everyone say the worst of him, the idea of someone wanting him by their side is so far away that it has yet to form.

So he keeps making casual comments about how cute Alberu is when he's confused, or "his hair looks so soft, I bet it feels that way too", or "he looks so handsome when he's tricking people. I like it more when he doesn't have to, tho", while everyone else feels embarrased for it. Except Rosalyn, she thinks it's hilarious.

Of course, he's pretty much respectful about it, never crossing the line to sexual harassment. And he would stop if Alberu told him too, but he doesn't. He kinda didn't realize that was an option at the beginning and, at this point, he got used and actually enjoys it a bit (a lot).

Cale: oh, sweets! They're my fifth favorite thing in this cruel world.

Rosalyn, fully knowing what she's doing: what are the other four?

Cale, carefully choicing which cake eat first: Well— *rising a finger per item* my family, animals, Alberu and wine. In that order.

Alberu: *frowns* I'm only third?

Cale, picking a chocolate tart: Mm? I loved animals since before meeting you and, at this point, is a part of myself. The other day I saw a dog and spent two hours squatting at her side without realize. It was not a conscious decision, it was... a soul impulse, let's say.

Alberu, looking at his thighs because damn, that's a lot of time to stay in that position: Oh. Wait, you've also loved wine since before meeting me.

Cale: Yes, but drinking wine is a choice. I can live happily without it. You would be... more difficult to leave.

Alberu: *processing* (that means— can't be happy without me aksjdjsj) "blushes hard*

Rosalyn, looking at Alberu's silly fuming face: (don't laugh don't laugh) Pff—

Cale: cherry pie? *Holds a mini pie in front of Alberu*

The turn tables when Alberu realizes that Cale doesn't have resistaince against genuine compliments. He never takes fake glibbery words seriously, but if someone says the slightliest good thing about him and they mean it, he'll become a mess. He just— doesn't know how to react when someone believes anything good about him.

So, Alberu starts complimenting him seriously— as reprisal, of course ("that's just flirting, nephew. You two are flirting, stop calling it vengeance"). Small but real things, details most people doesn't notice, deeper things that he deserves to hear (because, honestly, someone should tell him how sweet he is. How considerate he is. How much he should be appreciated because he's precious. And it seems Alberu is that someone). It works everytime.

Alberu calls his smile cute once and Cale stops talking. Face red and eyes avoiding everything, he can't pronounce a single word.

He calls him kind after Cale subtly helped a strange for no reason (he's obviously doing it in a way others wouldn't notice unless they knew what to look for. Alberu wonders if this is other "Cale thing"). Cale trips and almost gets discovered. When Alberu looks at his face, he's pouting.

Curiously, he doesn't have the same reaction when he gets called smart. He just smiles a bit and sometimes puffs his chest. Huh. Still adorable, tho.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O is a horserider and they want Skeleton to try riding a horse. How does it go?

Undertale Sans - At first you put him on a horse, but, uh... His legs can't reach the stirrups lol. You decide to switch for a pony. Sans accepts to go on a ride, but you can see he's struggling to keep his balance, holding for dear life to the saddle. He has enough after 10 minutes. He's glad he tried, but that's not for him.

Undertale Papyrus - He's actually excited! But he's so light he's literally flying on the saddle, struggling to not fall. But it's really fun! After tying some weight to his waist, it's actually much better and he's having fun. He might have a new favorite hobby and will talk about nothing but riding horses for three months.

Underswap Sans - Finally something's back he can ride on! Blue is overexcited. He needs guidance for about five minutes and after that he is gone with the horse at full speed, screaming with excitement. That's the best day of his life, he's never getting down!

Underswap Papyrus - Uh, are you sure it's safe? It's at least the twentieth time he asked you this. When you said you wanted to go see the horses, he thought you meant you two were going to pet and cuddle them, not climb on their back! Honey's bones are all rattling as he holds for dear life to the horsehair, clearly struggling against the urge to pass out and not have to be here anymore. You take slow steps and he actually relaxes a little as time goes by. He has enough with one time though. Once he's back on the ground, he promises himself he's never doing that again.

Underfell Sans - He thought you were just joking when you said you bet he could never ride a horse. So yeah, he said he could and to stop calling him a loser, hoping his bluff was enough for you to not call him a loser anymore. But then you dragged him to see that huge scary random beast that screamed at him and then you threw him on its back and now it's a whole other story. Red is paralyzed with fear, looking at you with wide terrified eyes. Please save him. He's a loser or whatever, you're right. Just let him down, he's begging you. He was only on that beast's back for three minutes but that was the most intense three minutes of his life. He's never doing that again.

Underfell Papyrus - Ah yes! He saw videos of these things! He wants to try it! What he didn't tell you is that he watched rodeo videos so when he climbed the horse and it did nothing, he's just so disappointed and frustrated. Where's the fun in that? The thing is just eating grass and it's not even listening to him. Edge is bored after ten minutes and doesn't see the point. He expected more.

Horrortale Sans - He's so uncomfortable. The problem with Oak is that he's too small for a horse but he's too big for a pony. He's standing awkwardly on his pony, ridiculously tall, and completely confused. What did he say yes again? Ah yes, you said you would bake a pie once you get back home. He's not moving from his place. When the horse starts to move, Oak looks at you with wide scared eyes. He doesn't know what to do! He relaxes slightly seeing you so calm, but he's still tense the whole time. It was not so bad in the end, but he's fine with this being a one-time experience.

Horrortale Papyrus - Sadly, he can't because of his back. He just came to pet the horses. He loves horses!

Swapfell Sans - Toriel actually taught him to ride horses. Ok, it was fake horses because the real ones died long ago Underground, but Toriel insisted a gentleman has to know how to ride. He's a bit nervous on a real horse but he quickly remembers how to do it. You're actually quite impressed, he's really good at it!

Swapfell Papyrus - Somehow, no horse wants him on their back. You tried fifteen horses, and they are all hating him. He doesn't understand why, he did nothing to them! He even got kicked in the stomach by one of them :( You tell him it's karma coming to bite his face for all the pranks he did.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He tries really hard to look like he is in control of the situation but he is really not. First, he's not facing the right way on the saddle. Second, the horse kinda left the way it wanted. Wine keeps a serious face as you're losing it. He's not amused. He can perfectly control his beast by himself, stop mocking him already!

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He wanted to see what would happen if he gave a little hit with his foot on the horse like you did. Now the horse is running at full speed, Coffee screaming at the top of his lungs, trying not to fall. You're not sure how to help him but don't say it out loud or he swears he's going to pass out.

[maccawrites]

Watched Three Men and a Baby today and all I could think about was Viper, Duke and Jester as Peter, Jack and Michael, respectively.

Like baby Pete being left at these three single Navy pilots' door when they come around for Top Gun (do not ask me about the timelime, I haven't thought much about it yet) with only a little letter that says "Duke, this is our son, Pete. I can't take care of him, so I'm trusting you too. With love, Alicia."

They are freaking out. They don't know what to do, they don't know who to call, they don't know anything. There's a baby in their house and they know nothing about babies. Duke is looking at the poor thing like it might bite at any given moment (even though it doesn't even have teeth yet), Jester is three seconds away from a panic attack and Viper is simply trying to bottle all of this up or, otherwise, he might go crazy.

All they know about this cute pie is that Duke is his father, his mother left him and the smell of his shit could kill a man. They don't know anything else. What does he eat? How does he eat? What does he need? Clothes? Diapers? Baby food? They don't know, but, then, suddenly, they need to know because the baby is crying.

And he is LOUD.

Cue to shenanigans, the trio going crazy with little Pete, their whole Top Gun class falling head over heels for the little baby, Duke falling asleep with baby Pete on his arms and waking up because the kid pulled some hairs of his mustache (he laughs loudly at that, the little shit), Jester parading around with the kid for any ladies to see, Viper being a stressed dad and reading two baby books per hour.

Just baby Pete shenanigans and the dad trio going crazy with him.

[charmercharm3r]

Phases

Phase Three; When He Sees Me

LMH, HJS

Masterlist, Story Masterlist

wc: 7.6k

Synopsis: Whoever said patience is a virtue never met Jisung and Minho.

☆ﾟcan be read as stand alone

warnings: smut, explicit sexual content, poly!minsung, mxfxm, mxm, dom!jisung, sub!minho, switch!femreader, mutual masturbation, use of toys, anal, oral, mentions of handcuffing, nicknames (kitty, pup), piv, uprotected sex (be smart), cream pie, cum eating, dumbification, can't think of anything else but lmk if there should be hehehehe

Phase Two ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟ Phase Three ☆ﾟ.*･｡ﾟPhase Four

It felt too good to be true. Everything was too good to be true and yet, it was happening. When someone describes perfect relationships, there’s always the little voice in the back of your head that says “no relationship is that perfect.” But yours is. It is that perfect. 

Granted, there’s still minor little squabbles, but that’s inevitable and nothing a few deep breaths couldn’t fix. After all, Jisung and Minho are still your best friends, and they were before you were ever dating both of them.

The only difficulty was going public with it, or even going out in public without looking strange. You told yourself it was nothing different than when you were all just friends, you were still glued to one another just the same, only now you could hold their hands and kiss them and make them pay for your girly little drinks without feeling bad because you all practically lived together now.

Minho’s place was big enough– minus the bed, that was something the three of you have yet to agree on. Minho likes the mattress a bit on the firmer side, Jisung more cushioned, while you couldn’t care less because it’s not like you have room for yourself anyways being constantly squished between them. They loved keeping you in the middle and making you sweat to death because of how much heat they both give off. It doesn’t help that they don’t like to sleep with clothes on, either. Jisung is the biggest sleep cuddler you’ve ever met, he refuses to let you go even if you’re all buried in piles of blankets. Minho doesn’t mind it either way, he just requests that you let him hold you until you fall asleep and he gets a kiss as soon as he wakes up.

Your friends didn’t even realize there was anything different going on, they were oblivious to the way you’d linger on Minho’s arm a little tighter, or how Jisung would keep his hand on your thigh whenever he could. Either that or they didn’t want to say anything, but it didn’t matter, everything was good.

The threesome Jisung so desperately longed for hadn’t happened quite yet as per your unspoken request. The whole relationship still took getting used to, you weren’t ready for the sexual aspect of it until you could feel grounded in the emotional part. Shower time was just that– showering. That didn’t mean you didn’t have sex. Oh no, that was far from the truth. Minho’s apartment was christened from the balcony all the way to the hallway just outside the door by all three of you in one way or another. It was like most of Jisung’s horny dreams were beginning to come true the day you came home in the middle of their bedroom romp, asking if you would like to sit in and watch as Jisung tortured him with the same purple dildo that had been the catalyst for their initial romantic relationship. It all came around full circle and the younger was ecstatic.

From then on, it had been slow to incorporate three bodies in the bedroom aside from sleeping. It started with watching, one of the three of you while the other two had their fun. Then it was instructing, usually Jisung telling one of you what to do, or if it was Minho watching, he wasn’t allowed to touch himself– but that was generally just a punishment. It was on special occasion that you just watched, even rarer that Jisung let you boss them both around because even though he knew he was in charge at the moment, you held the final say as to what goes and what doesn’t. He got off on it, and Minho got off on the fact that you had enough power to control Jisung. What a pairing it made.

Next, a few torturous weeks later, came the toys. There was the dildo that started it all, double sided in all its glory, then a few cock rings of different shapes and functions, bottles of different lubes, you even indulged Minho in buying handcuffs because he mentioned one time that he’d had a dreamed he was cuffed to a chair with you smiling in his face and he woke up hard as a rock. That was a night Jisung definitely enjoyed, in particular, getting to watch.

It’s where you were now, taking advantage of the experimental state your relationship was in and having a blast doing so. There have been boundaries pushed to brinks and you loved every bit of it, more than a few nights ending in tears (both good and bad) and it only brought the three of you closer.

Tonight in particular was a hard one for you, things had been stressful at work and it was getting more and more draining to keep your own apartment in good condition, not to mention having to go back and forth between there, Minho’s, and even Jisung’s place. Things were just mixing together in an exhausting whirlwind and all you wanted was a relaxing night.

Did you have your relaxing night? Sort of.

No one was home when you got to Minho’s, which was a little out of the ordinary but nothing to be alarmed about. The spare key Minho gave you let you in without a problem, able to drop your belongings and finally let out a deep breath. You wished that at least one of them was home to greet you, you could’ve really done with a kiss and a snuggle. Maybe if they had told you they wouldn’t be here, you would’ve taken your time back at your own apartment seeing as the house felt too big for just you. You appreciated Minho always keeping the place tidy, but it stressed you out with how clean it truly was. Without Jisung there to be making a mess and Minho telling him off for getting crumbs everywhere, were you really home?

How you longed for a good, tight hug, so much so that you sent them a text in your trio’s group chat.

<< when are u guys coming home? ://

butt muncher (ji) >> changbin needs male moral support. might be back late

butt munched (min) >> stuck at work

butt munched (min) >> what did u need?

<< a hug

butt muncher (ji) >> don’t say that ur gonna make me wanna leave this guy in a puddle of his tears all alone :( 

butt munched (min) >> why’s he crying?

butt muncher (ji) >> idk something about stubbing his toe on a bedframe that he doesn't know how to put together

<< i suppose that’s more important :( 

butt muncher (ji) >> well now i feel bad

butt munched (min) >> u should

<< u should

butt munched (min) >> i’ll be home as soon as i can. eat my leftovers in the fridge until i get back

You sent back a heart, getting two more back in response, and trudging to the fridge for Minho’s supposed leftovers. You appreciated him allowing you to eat it, he always loved day-after food, said sometimes it tasted better than eating it the day of. It was a lovely surprise to see that it was also one of your favorite meals that he cooks, clearly stashed away after dinner last night for his midnight snack. Did you feel a little guilty? Maybe, but he did say that you could have it.

Popping it in the microwave for a bit, you took a look around the spacious apartment with your hands on your hips. Maybe being alone for the night won’t be so bad. You could watch a movie, take a bath, have a little “me time,” and finally have the bed all for yourself.

Have the bed all for yourself?

Well, that idea just turned the tide on your lonely night.

Of course you loved your boyfriends and how skilled they were in bed, they made you feel like no one else could. But sometimes it was nice to have some one-on-one time with just you and a good ol’ vibrator. It would be quick, you told yourself. So quick and just enough to keep you satisfied until whoever came home first and you’d be ready to jump their bones as soon as they stepped through the door.

Stepping out of the kitchen and into the bedroom, you looked for the box of toys kept hidden in Minho’s closet. No one ever really came over, but on the occasion that someone did, none of you could be too careful. It was a bit of a difficult decision to choose what to use, in the time it took you the microwave had beeped to finish but you couldn’t care less, no longer hungry for food.

The toy you chose was meant to be for one of the boys, a vibrating cock ring seeing as your own vibrator was back at your place, but it should do. The speed at which you stripped would’ve been laughable if you weren’t so suddenly desperate for a quick bust. Your arousal came as quickly as it did when you were with Minho or Jisung, hoping that you could work yourself up to the high just as fast as if it was one of them touching you.

Laid out in the middle of the bed, bare back against the mattress, you were too needy to bother teasing yourself, immediately turning the toy on and pressing it into your clit. In the beginning it felt as though it just might do the job, falling into the pleasurable feeling from the get go. However, something was missing. It wasn’t the vibration itself, that was rather nice, but you craved to be filled, hole clenching and unclenching with an annoyingly dull ache screaming for attention. You ignored it for as long as you could stand, telling yourself that you could do just as good of a job until it became too much and reached for the box again to pull out the bright purple toy.

In all honesty, you’ve been waiting to use this one for yourself. It had always been reserved for Minho seeing as it was his and the first one in the box, but you figured he wouldn’t mind if you borrowed it for a bit.

It didn’t need any lubing up, you made yourself wet enough for it to easily slip through your folds and begin pressing one end of the double sided dildo into your entrance. The slight stretch and the steady pace of the vibrating ring made your head fall back, eventually pushing the toy further in. Knees up and eyes closed, you imagined your boyfriends were here with you, shirtless and handsome, kissing and touching one another but somehow their hands were all over you. It wasn’t far from reality, but not close either. You wished that they were here instead of just in your imagination. You could practically hear their lips colliding and smacking against skin on skin, hear their moans as they devoured each other and you got to watch them rile each other up. Jisung would have control over Minho with his hands in the older’s hair, tugging him down onto his knees and making him undo his belt. Minho would be so obedient, looking over at you with his big, watery eyes that craved your approval to continue.

The fantasy itself was wonderful, you could’ve gotten off on that alone if it wasn’t for the ache in your arms overriding the pleasurable thought. Your hand holding the vibrator felt like it was going numb while the other plunging the dildo in and out was growing tired. Was it always this difficult to masturbate? You thought you’d only been stuck in the fantasy for a few mere minutes, but sweat dripped down your forehead and neck, it must’ve been much longer than that.

You tried again, forgetting about the vibrating ring and tossing it aside to focus on fulfilling the need within your walls. Desperate, you used both hands to move the dildo quicker. You were trying so hard that you began moaning out of frustration thinking that you were getting somewhere, only for the heat in your gut to simmer out because maintaining a rhythm was getting physically too strenuous.

Just as you were about to give it another go and speed up, the bedroom door was being opened before you’d even noticed anyone came home. Caught with the dildo in your pussy, red in the face from embarrassment and frustration– more the latter than the former– you didn’t even bother trying to cover up your sweaty body, instead groaning out and thanking the heavens that someone was here.

Unsure if he wanted to be dumbfounded or pleasantly surprised, Minho leaned against the door frame with his arms crossed over his chest, raking his eyes over your entire body. It took a minute of pondering, but a smile broke out on his face, which only made you whine out louder.

“I thought you just wanted a hug.” The smugness in his tone was infuriating.

“Help me,” you whimpered with pouted lips and grabby hands.

Minho amused you, how could he not? This was the first time you were ever begging for him and he loved it. Immediately stripping off his shirt and pants, Minho climbed between your legs with his cock already straining in his boxers. As soon as you could you pulled him into a needy, breathless kiss covered in spit and tongues lathering one another’s skin, hips pushing into one another desperate for attention. He reached between your bodies for your clit, rubbing soft circles into it that made you mewl and clench around the toy. It was already a different level of satisfaction for someone else to be touching rather than yourself. What ever made you think you needed to act alone when you had two more than willing boyfriends to do the task for you?

You felt more than desperate, the word was too weak to describe the feeling, nails clawing at Minho’s shoulders, chest, and back, crying into his mouth and rutting into his fingers so uncaring about how he was painfully throbbing just watching you. It wasn’t enough but you couldn’t have possibly been closer in that moment. To make matters worse, he pulled away.

“If I help you, will you help me?”

Was he really trying to bargain with you right now?

But then again, what position were you in to say no?

Nodding quickly, you whined again as stepped back a second to take off his boxers and let his erection spring free. He was truly just as crave-driven as you were, red tip leaking to make a mess on his abdomen already. You watched as he stepped around the side of the bed for the lubrication and your eyebrows raised with curiosity.

“Baby, I love you and I will absolutely peg you in the future but for fucks sake, right now please–”

“Give me a minute. Impatient puppy,” he murmured the last part and you almost wanted to snap back at him, but it was rather hard when you couldn’t get the ache to go away. The neediness was overpowering your dominating side over him and Minho knew it. But still, he couldn’t bring himself to decline your request. “If you stop complaining and help me, you’ll get what you want faster.” He held out the lube bottle to you, giving you a choice.

Of course you took it, but not without a huff and a, “pretty kitty’s gone fucking feral.” Minho smiled at that.

You pulled the dildo away and sat on your knees to be leveled with where he stood at the side of the bed and pull him into another fevered kiss. With his hands cupping your cheeks, you could slyly pour the lube onto your fingers and rub it warm. As Minho became gentler, held you softer, you wrapped around his torso to tug him in tight. He didn’t realize you’d lubed up your fingers and gasped into your mouth when he felt you pull his ass cheeks apart and trace around the area with slipper digits. Instinctively his knee bent and plants onto the bed to make more room, smiling into the kiss as you circled his hole. Unable to keep kissing you, he guided your face towards his neck and breathed out, “this isn’t what I had planned for tonight but— fuck, do that again.”

The pad of your finger pressed into his pulsing hole, not breaking the surface but just applying pressure into and upwards. Minho squirmed and moaned lightly. “In, please.”

You complied, pushing your middle finger past the entrance and keeping a firm grip on his ass, so tight that your fronts were crushed together and your breaths moved in sync.

You wanted to say that he was tight, which he was, but somehow your finger fit perfectly without resistance. “You played by yourself already today, didn’t you? Already worked open for us.” The whisper in his ear made him shiver along with you just barely prodding at his prostate.

“Hnghhh— had some free time this morning before work.” You massaged him just a bit longer until he relaxed more and let his hands roam your body, eventually pulling your hand away. “Lay down,” Minho instructed.

Did he always boss you around like this?

Quirking an eyebrow, you did as told and laid on your back again. Watching him with extreme interest when he picked up the dildo already wet on one end, he poured some lube onto the other and spread it around, using the excess around his ass. Minho looked down at you, at the dildo, then back to you, “wanna share?”

You bit your lip and nodded. He chuckled and joined you on the bed, crawling to come face to face with your cunt and sucking your clit into his mouth for a second, then placing a soft kiss to it just after and making you gush a little more.

Minho lifted your one leg to bend as he sat in front of you, slotting himself beneath and draping the other leg over yours in a scissoring position. With enough space between the two of you, he pushed one end of the dildo into you, making you sit up on your elbows and moan. He watched every expression you made, drank in every whimper and savored how tightly you clenched around the toy.

He pumped the toy in and out of you for a little, just playing with you as you resisted the urge to kick up for more. But you wanted more, so, so badly. You reached for his arm and raked your nails over the top of his hand hard enough to leave red streaks into his skin.

He himself had had enough. Leaning back, Minho got comfortable and positioned the other end of the dildo at his hole. You were almost in a trance how easily it slipped in, glistening and wet with lube. The moan he let out was even more enthralling. You’ve heard him and seen him like this before, stuffed full of the toy or of your other boyfriend, but this was different, it felt different. This was a mutual need and desire that made you both utterly stupid to satisfy.

You moved slow, pushing your hips forward at the same time he did but just a beat behind, not going faster until it was obvious the toy wouldn’t fall out of either of you. And when you did pick up speed, it was like straight out of a porno, the unadulterated, raw bliss covering both your faces. Thighs rubbed against one another, he didn’t mind when you propped yourself up on his relaxed leg to reach the dildo deeper into you, seeing as he did the same to you.

It escalated just as quick, your bodies unconsciously pulled closer like a magnet to the point that the quick pushing and pulling of your hips made you slam against one another, entirely unhinged in your mimicked movements. Minho looked like he was battling whether or not to cum, as were you but you were generally better at hiding it. Though, he bit his lip again and it seemed hard enough to draw blood. When it fell from between his teeth you couldn’t help but pull him in by the neck for a sloppy, sweaty kiss. You could feel the perspiration on his chest and down his arms, probably both worked up and exhausted.

Minho was growing more and more rowdy with his vocalizations and his movements, unable to slow down or make a coherent sentence, and it hadn’t even been that long since he came home. Cock bouncing against his abdomen just looked so cute, you couldn’t help scooting a little closer so the bottoms of your core touched his balls, dildo nudging your sweet spot as you did, and reaching out to take him in hand. His entire body shuddered for a moment upon feeling the warmth of your palm, though dry, still pleasurable. Precum dripped between your fingers and made the glide a bit smoother, the moans he let out, how animalistic and primal Minho moved for the feeling of both the dildo and your hand was arousing all by itself, you could feel the pressure building in your belly.

Then he found the strength to thumb at your clit and your voice jumped three octaves. You hadn’t expected that he would’ve done so and weren’t going to complain in the slightest at how light his touch was, it was just enough. The sudden warmth of his digit to your nerves made your body clench and eyes roll back as the orgasm hit you, Minho grazing his thumb in figure eights to prolong the feeling while your hand locked in a ring around his cock. He was always great at multitasking, somehow still fucking himself on the dildo, into your hand, and keeping weight to your clit. You’d managed to regain enough consciousness towards the tail end of your high to lean in to kiss him right after shouting his name. That was what got him to cum, hearing you scream for him. Just as your lips met, he came hard into your hand, spluttering all over his chest and tummy and moaning into your mouth.

The comedown made you feel weightless aside from the gentle plush of his lips on yours. As you both took the time to catch your breaths with your sweaty foreheads leaning on one another, Minho tangled his hands into your hair, unable to keep off of you. Looking at him through your lashes, you blindly felt around his stomach for the warm wetness, taking a dab onto your finger and bringing it to your lips to taste. His mouth dropped slightly and immediately kissed you again, tongue plunging into you and licking himself from your tastebuds.

Amidst the filthy kiss, the voice of a third party made you jump to hide in his arms out of surprise.

“I wish I recorded that to show you how slutty you both looked. God damn.”

Jisung stood leaning the doorway the way Minho did earlier– they really were the same. He had already begun taking off his shirt and pants and slowly making his way over to the two of you. “Hope I’m not too late. Mind if I join?” He said softly, placing his hands on both your heads and gently petting.

Another round of adrenaline shot through you, shooting up and letting the toy slip out of you to jump into Jisung’s arms and crash your lips into his. Now you felt complete, chest to chest with Jisung and his mouth ravaging yours, and Minho at your behind massaging your ass until it was his turn for a smooch. As Jisung ran up and down your body, he found Minho’s hand and covered it with his to press both their hands into your flesh.

“Hey baby,” the younger chuckled against you, smiling into another peck before pulling away to give a greeting kiss to Minho. “Hey my bigger baby– ouch!” Minho had pinched his skin at the nickname.

Jisung looked you both up and down, thoroughly impressed you were even conscious. The toy was still lodged inside Minho and there was a wet stain where you had previously been. Smirking, Jisung stole the toy from between his legs and held it up, “this thing has seen some things, hasn’t it?” And tossed it to the side.

You couldn’t help how sexy he looked, hair disheveled and abs toned like gods, you jumped onto Jisung again and pulled him further into the bed to join. He fell into the kiss deeper when Minho came around his backside to lick lines across the back of his neck. Jisung laughed into your mouth when you palmed his already hard cock through his boxers, “you both just came and still want more?” The two of you moaned in unison, “yes.”

“You’re so lucky I’ve missed you today,” Jisung bit your lip before pulling away to crane his head back and bring Minho in for another sloppy makeout. As their tongues swirled around one another– you almost got distracted by how tightly Jisung’s grip was on the brunette’s hair– you gently bit down his chest, gliding over his nipples with your lips and tugging his boxers down. The bounce of his dick against his lower stomach had your mouth dropping to catch the tip in your mouth, sucking and toying with the slit by tracing it with the tip of your tongue. Jisung moaned into his mouth, loud and unfiltered, keeping your eyes open to watch them both and reach between their bodies for Minho’s cock as well. He was growing hard again in your palm and it was fascinating to feel, even more rewarding when he started rutting into you again.

Their mouths broke apart with a string of saliva still connecting their tongues, both looking down to you working Jisung up further with a mixed look of lust and pure infatuation. Just from their gazes alone you felt the warmth of their adoration fill your chest, like even they could tell that all they needed was a you-shaped piece to finish the puzzle.

Just your mouth on Jisung, Minho in one hand, with your free one you reached down between your legs to lightly press into your clit. Already it was more satisfying than however long it took you to even begin to build an orgasm when it was just yourself. Minho bit into the back of Jisung’s shoulder and cupped his hand over yours, squeezing tighter. His eyes were big and watery and somehow still so desperate no matter how much you gave him. Honestly, it wasn’t far off from the expression you held as well. You felt like melting under the pressure of their stares, so vastly different in attitude that you weren’t sure who to reciprocate. The only reason you held Minho’s gaze longer was because he was verbally whimpering and almost tugging you forward in a needy attempt at finding a second high.

But before he could do so, Jisung pulled you up by your hair and  shoved you back onto the bed roughly, Minho whimpering from the loss of contact. Not entirely unexpected, but still surprised you nonetheless, you groaned when he stole your hand from your core and put the wet digits into his mouth. “Sweet pup, what do you want today? Just say it and I’ll give it to you.”

Jisung was being uncharacteristically kind for his bedroom presence, it made you raise an unconvinced eyebrow. “If you don’t tell me, you get nothing. One time offer.”

That sounded promising. You looked them both up and down, lingering a bit where their dicks hung heavy, Jisung knowing he’ll get his in the end so he didn’t rush you whereas Minho was slowly stroking with his lip between his teeth. They both looked at you like absolute dogs, wanting, needing, desiring something warm and wet to fuck into until they got their fill. You love them both equally and love how easily they can both satiate your craving, but something about the way Minho seemed incredibly more desperate for you made you reach for him.

Jisung laughed sort of evilly, like he already had a plan devised in his head because sure enough, he did.

“I was hoping I’d get to try this out soon. Go on, pretty kitty, give our princess what she wants. If you don’t mind, I’ll take my share, too.”

You felt exceptionally weak at the moment, needing the intimacy from them both and grabbing Jisung’s hand before he could slip away. “Don’t leave,” you almost cried, suddenly emotional now that you’d had them both in front of you, so vulnerable.

The lust disappeared for a second to be replaced by concern as Jisung examined your expression. “‘M not going anywhere, princess,” you crumbled a little at the name and it made him smile. “You’re ours, remember?” Jisung lifted your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss and electricity ran from your fingertips to your toes.

But that only lasted for a few seconds as Minho took over your view, already ravaging your chest and up to your mouth to smother you. “Bring her here,” you heard Jisung say and felt the bed move, you were being dragged towards the edge.

Minho stayed on top of you, tracing his hands up and down your body like he couldn’t get enough, which was true. He’s had you more times than he could count and yet, he wanted more. With his tongue in your mouth, he hiked your legs around his waist and let his cock tap over your mound. Jisung lingered over his shoulder, tilting his head like a cat as Minho bit into your neck. “Are you sure you want us both, baby?” His tone was caring. You nodded as best as you could while trying to stop from rutting into the man on top of you– failing miserably.

To your other unoccupied side, Jisung kissed your cheek. “Do you mind if I use our kitty, too, pup?” With a shake of your head, no, Jisung gave a few loving pats to Minho’s ass, “go on then, kitty. Give the pretty princess what she deserves and you’ll get something special, too.”

Jisung laid next to you on his side, head perched in his hand and brushing the matted hair from your forehead. He kissed your lips, then tugged Minho’s hair to kiss his as well. The three of you were so close that the corners of their mouths brushed over yours and it made you even more excited. Minho blindly took his cock into hand and found your entrance with ease, gently pushing into you. You moaned loudly at the sensation, feeling entirely too full for your own good.

Both of your boyfriends followed up with groans of their own upon hearing you. “How does it feel, baby? Does our kitty make you feel good?” You nodded. “Use your words, princess.”

“So good, so big,” you managed to say. The blonde chuckled and ran his hand up and down Minho’s back.

“I know he is. What about you, kitty? Aren’t you gonna praise our princess? She’s had such a hard day, begging us to come home and fuck her.”

“Warm– wet, fucking tight,” he was growing incoherent, those four words the only thing to come out of his mouth that wasn’t a mewl.

“Mhm, she has such a good pussy, doesn’t she. Made for us.”

Minho was slow to thrust in and out of you, both your bodies tired and overstimulated in the best of ways. But it meant he was losing stamina, not because he didn’t have it physically, but all his energy was going into keeping a straight-ish mind and not blowing before being allowed. Lewd, soft wetness filled the dead space within the bedroom and it felt like Minho’s slow grind was going on for hours. Not that you were complaining, he was just too excited for his own good so any faster and he’d have to tap out.

Your cries for more seemed to have awoken Jisung from his trance of just watching yours and Minho’s bodies rubbing against one another. He got off the bed to stand behind Minho, looking down at you while the older hid his face in your neck. Jisung broke eye contact to look down at Minho’s spread cheeks, clearly playing with his ass by how Minho was now a whining mess. “You know how to treat our princess so well, kitty, already made her cum once. But, I don’t think you’re fucking her quite right.”

Your eyebrows furrowed up at the blonde, while it didn’t seem Minho was even listening, still fucking you slow and steady.

Jisung pumped himself and aligned himself with Minho’s hole, keeping his eyes on your face as he did. “Don’t worry, pup. I’ll teach him to fuck you properly.”

Minho definitely wasn’t listening, he didn’t register Jisung even speaking until he was being filled with cock. The loudest, highest pitched cry you’d ever heard forced itself from Minho’s mouth, stilling in your pussy as Jisung sheathed himself entirely. You could feel the length in your walls pulsing and throbbing along with Minho’s grip around you tightening. Even if nothing new was being done to you, it felt like your body’s nerves had increased tenfold in sensitivity as Jisung’s eyes rolled back and Minho shuddered in your hold. You clenched and fluttered around him with a newfound feeling taking over every inch of your body.

Gripping the other boy’s hips bruisingly hard, Jisung experimentally pulled his hips away and thrust back in, causing Minho to violently shiver. But the boy in the middle pushed into you again, as deep as he could go as if to get away from the intense pleasure, except he had nowhere to escape. Forwards, there was you, a hot, sloppy hole to fill. Backwards, a hard cock that awaited to fill him. Minho felt nothing but sickeningly severe euphoria, like he might pass out.

He didn’t, thankfully. Instead, he chose to give in to the bliss and attempt to fuck himself backwards on Jisung’s cock, then slam into you on the downstroke. You gushed with arousal everytime he pulled out knowing that he must’ve felt on cloud nine, you could’ve felt it yourself as well just looking at him. But Minho’s thrusts began to grow lazy in little to no time. Taking it upon himself to further prove his point, Jisung sent one hard pound into Minho, forcing the elder to harshly sink into you like a domino effect.

Jisung’s chuckle rang in your ears, amused by both your whiney groans. You didn’t realize you had reached up behind Minho for Jisung, wanting to hold him as well. The blonde smiled fondly down at you and hitched your legs up so your ankles caged him in, too. Taking your one hand, he rested them on the outside of your thigh with a strong grip, his other steadying on Minho’s hip. Jisung first guided Minho back and forward until he physically couldn’t restrain himself anymore, eventually pushing Minho to lay completely on you and cock nestled into your deepest parts. You could feel his tip just nudging your g-spot, so close that it made your eyes screw tight. Then, Jisung pulled back and began thrusting into the man sandwiched between your bodies, hard. Every time their skin clapped together, it sent Minho’s length sinking impossibly further into your pussy and ramming into your sweet spot. “See that, Min? This is how our princess deserves to be fucked every day. Nice and satisfied, hm?”

You could proudly say you saw stars at this point, but then that’d leave room for Minho to say he saw god because he was drooling all over your chest, eyes rolled back and body almost limp above you. The hand that wasn’t holding Jisung’s pushed Minho’s bangs back from his forehead, gently coercing him back down to earth to look at you for a bouncy, messy kiss.

You were forcing yourself not to let the knot snap, you’d only just begun, you told yourself. Except it had been hours since you’d actually gotten naked, it’s only just in the past twenty minutes did both your lovers finally get their dicks wet. Jisung could see it written all over your face, reading you like a book. “Wanna cum already, princess? That’s fine, see if our kitty can handle it.”

It was easy to give in and let the warmth overtake your body, blinded by white light and the warmth of Minho’s seed filling your belly at the same time. Even just a tighter than normal clench set him off, the quick, rough rhythm of Jisung’s thrusts prolonging your orgasm and tightly gripping your boyfriend’s length within you. The two of you were a crying, sweaty, jelly-bodied mess below Jisung, who continued to chase his high. You held his hand with an iron grip to stay semi-grounded, he squeezed back and it was like he fell in love all over again watching you try to keep your eyes on him.

By the time you were able to feel your toes again, Minho was on the verge of passing out and Jisung was finally reaching his end. The blonde pulled out and rushed to kneel beside your head, sighing as you immediately took him in your mouth to suck him to completion. The bitter salty taste spreading over your tongue made you sigh, clenching onto Minho’s tired body to keep him from falling over.

Looking up at Jisung through your lashes, he stroked your cheek with hearts in his eyes, shuddering a little as you swallowed with his tip still in your mouth. “You two are…” he started, letting go of his cock still in your mouth and petting both your heads, “incredible.”

Minho mumbled into your skin, keening at the feeling of hands in his hair. It was his favorite thing, you just had to contribute and rake your nails over his scalp. You were just enjoying the weight of his dick on your tongue, but Jisung grew overly sensitive, pulling away and running to grab things to clean you up with.

It seemed as though he didn’t want to pull out as Minho let his cock grow flaccid within you and snuggled into your neck. You could feel his lips place a kiss every now and then until your other boyfriend returned and eventually beckoned him to lay beside you, not without a wince as he let himself fall from your sore cunt.

“You both must feel on top of the world, hm?” Jisung joked, guiding your legs to the side to gently wipe your core, then doing the same to Minho. You could only laugh in response as Minho reached for you to hold again. You let him, of course, and Jisung wanted to kiss the breath from both your lungs. “So cute,” he whispered and pecked your foreheads.

The blonde wandered away again as you and Minho tangled your limbs together, sleepy and cuddly. Before you could entirely succumb to the tiredness, you called out for Jisung again. He reappeared with water and a straw for you to sip, grateful that you were coherent and conscious. “Sleep, princess,” he stroked your hair back, crawling in behind you and squishing you between their overly warm bodies, letting sleep finally taking over you.

You had awoken long before either of the men in your bed did, seeing as the sun was barely breaking the horizon and filling the bedroom with morning light. To your left, Jisung was snoring away with his legs tangled between yours, Minho on your right and still fast asleep with his head nuzzled between your breasts. Everyone was cramped together, of course, but you had mastered the skill of getting up without awakening either of your boyfriends.

First course of action was to use the bathroom and attempt to take a shower, though that didn’t go very well to plan because your body was so sore. Next was breakfast, or at least lunch depending on what time they decided to wake up.

The only problem was Minho, not so much of a shock, kept a refrigerator full of ingredients, not quick meals. There lies the issue because you refused to cook so early in the morning. Thankfully, there was a coffee shop not so far down the street that had wonderful breakfast bagels that would still be good even if they woke up later in the afternoon. That seemed like the most logical option, perhaps Minho didn’t want you burning down his kitchen anytime soon.

With a borrowed hoodie and sweats, you grabbed your phone and wallet and headed out for an early morning stroll to get food.

There was almost no one out on the streets just yet, but you thanked the heavens this place was open for the early birds. You were gone for maybe twenty minutes and was on your way back when your phone rang in your pocket, text after text flooding your notifications so quickly you had to stop walking to read it.

butt muncher (ji) >> did you really just fuck us and leave us??

butt muncher (ji) >> real classy 

butt muncher (ji) >> hope the dick was worth it

butt muncher (ji) >> are we just pieces of meat to you??

butt muncher (ji) >> i am not an object

butt muncher (ji) >> is that how you see me?

butt muncher (ji) >> i gave u my heart, gave u everything 

butt muncher (ji) >> what did i do wrong?

butt muncher (ji) >> i miss u

butt muncher (ji) >> pls come back i didn't mean it  

You rolled your eyes and took a picture of the breakfast bag then hit send.

butt muncher (ji) >> hurry back darling :3 

The force Jisung put behind his hug when you opened the door almost sent you toppling back into the hallway. He planted a big, wet kiss on your cheek and stole the bag from your hands and started rummaging through it before even getting to the table. “Good morning to you, too,” you grumbled, closing the door behind you.

“‘M still mad at you,” his mouth was full of the breakfast bagel, eyes sleepily closing as he chewed.

You gave him a kiss on the forehead, wrapping your arms around his waist from the back and giving him a tight hug, “I know you are. I’m sorry for leaving to feed my starving babies. I’m the worst girlfriend in the world.”

Jisung was pinned between you and the counter, managing to turn around and drape his arms over his shoulders with the bagel still in hand. “Not the wooorst. This is pretty yummy.” When you tried to turn your head to catch a bite, he snatched it away quickly, “you have your own,” and took another munch.

He didn’t let you go even when you tried to wiggle loose, keeping the food close by to keep you against his chest as he ate. As you were blindly looking for your own bagel, you heard another pair of footsteps stumbling closer. Minho was suddenly pressing his chest to your back and squishing you between them in a snuggly hug. You had finally felt the bagel and pulled it out of the bag when Minho greeted you with a kiss, then Jisung before he stole the bagel from your hand with his teeth and immediately ran away with your food.

You couldn’t even be upset as he flopped onto his back on the couch and began chewing with his eyes closed as well. They were both exhausted and barely conscious enough to feed themselves.

“This is really good,” Minho said with his mouth full.

“Can I eat mine now?”

“No,” Jisung said and squeezed you tighter, “you stay here. Wanna hold you.”

Sighing, protesting wasn’t an option when he felt so warm against you. “Will you at least share?”

“No,” Jisung held the bagel down for you to nibble. The bite was savory and delightful until he tugged it away and spun you around, picking you up and walking back into the bedroom then tossing you on the bed. He walked away and came back a few moments later with the bagel hanging from his mouth and Minho on his back, eyes drowsy and chewing slowly on his own. The older didn’t protest to being thrown down next to you, laying on his back instantly. 

As Jisung maneuvered you to lay on Minho’s chest, he took the other’s bagel and placed both on the bedside table so he could take your spot, he whispered,  “please don’t leave us like that again.”

“I came back, didn’t I?”

“And with food,” Minho’s chest rumbled below you.

Jisung didn’t seem convinced, suddenly more interested in you than the food. Though Minho couldn't tell with his eyes still closed, you could see that Jisung just needed a little reassurance. You brushed his hair from his forehead while he snuggled into Minho’s side, draping an arm over your back and getting as close as possible. 

“We still need a bigger bed,” you looked into Jisung’s eyes as you spoke, keeping your hand softly raking through his hair.

“A bigger bed means you’ll be further away from me.”

Minho softly snored beneath you. “No, you’d never let me stay too far. Yours.” You took your hand back to kiss your fingertips, then placing it against his lips to kiss as well. Jisung smiled, grateful. His eyes shut again once you smoothed the furrow from his brow, falling victim to the morning nap and following Minho’s snoring rhythm with his own.

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A/N: I've decided to continue with this series!! however future chapters may not be as long, there will definitely be stuff worth reading so I hope you all look forward to it! as usual, leave some feedback, give it a quick reblog maybe or even feel free to scream in my inbox heheh

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Still Adore You (With Your Hand Around My Neck)

Epilogue: Destroy Myself

Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

summary: this is the beginning of the end. the start of a chaotic relationship you just can't seem to leave.

warnings: Eddie and Reader are in their 20s. Modern Au! kind of mean Eddie. rated R for smut, 18+ only Minors DNI!! unprotected p in v. cream pie. swearing. shitty writing and grammar errors.

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a/n: hello my loves! this is part one to my still adore you series! i hope you guys like it as much as i do. thank you all for the love and support you've given me, i love you all so much <3

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I pray my salvation makes it to the pearly gates,

Bring the suffering that I face,

All the things that I face,

Destroy myself just to wait for you.

When God created the Earth, he picked two of his children to live amongst the paradise he built to be our parents - Adam and Eve. The Garden of Eden was beautiful, a place like no other. The only rule that God gave was for them to not eat from the one tree, the tree of knowledge of right and wrong, good and evil.

They had plenty of other trees to eat from, other fruits to feast on, but when the serpent came speaking words of temptation, Eve gave into him and took a bite from the forbidden fruit, Adam would soon follow after her.

Because of the rule was broken and they went against God, they were banished forever and were cursed with the pain of mortality. Their children and their children's children would face pain and sorrow, hurt and sickness, and ultimately death.

Like Eve, you gave into temptation as well, the warnings you received and how you ignored them all for the name of love. From the very first time you met Eddie Munson warning signs flashed, blinding you with the bright lights. Caution tape blocked you from crossing that line but you inevitably ignored it, ducting under it and continuing on your way.

You walked straight into the line of fire for the promise of nirvana, for just a taste of the sweetness of his love. For the longest time you thought Eve was stupid for falling for the devil's tricks but when he came to you with the prettiest brown eyes and lips that you wanted to kiss for hours, you finally understood.

Dying by the hands of the man that you love is probably the worst death. His strong grip squeezing the air out of you so slowly, smiling at you as he did it felt like torture, but what a way to go. You'd still adore Eddie with his hand wrapped around your neck, with his heavy palm crushing your windpipe, and you'd die so full of love.

The night breeze cools the heat of your skin, hitting your sweat soaked hairline and creating chills that ran up the skin of your arm. The night was still young as they say, the party inside still going in full force. Sweat bodies and clouds of smoke filled every room, creating a sort of heat that quickly became too unbearable.

Quickly finding refuge in crackling embers of the firepit. Unknown people and nameless faces fill the chairs around you, mingling with one another. Despite the happy nature and good vibe of the atmosphere around you, you sit with a permanent frown. Pissed isn't even the word you'd want to use for how you feel at the moment.

Furious, enrage, even spitting angry would be a better description for how you felt towards your friends right now. A random house party in a random place was not how you wanted to spend your Friday night, but then Annika and Nikki looked at you with their big pleading eyes and the end was history.

"We'll stick next to you the whole time," they said, "We promise we won't leave."

Only an hour in and their promise was nothing but a lie, leaving you the minute you stepped through the threshold shouting that they'd return shortly. You didn't expect any less honestly, Annika only wanted to come here for the possibility of hooking up and Nikki was more interested in the arrival of her possible new girlfriend Val.

You always found something to do whether it was people watching or drinking until your vision began to blur. Tonight was different however, being the designated driver you were banned from drinking any alcohol and people watching was only fun for the first forty five hours.

Now you sit playing on your phone, scrolling through every app on your phone until your friends finally arrived. You continue to look at the bright screen in your hands reading through old notes that you had yet to delete, too engrossed by the amount of grocery lists to realize that half of the group left the circle.

"You know this is a party, right?" A gruff voice asks.

Lifting your head slightly, you look up from under your eyelashes to the man across from you, scowl written on your lips. The orange glow highlights him in the best of ways, making him even more alluring.

Brown curls fall from the the bun that sits on top of his head, framing his face so beautifully. His lips pull into a smirk, making the deep crevice of his dimples pop out. Big doe eyes sparkle at you, glimmering in the heat of the flames.

His outfit is basic, a band tee with a faded logo, showing off how well loved it was. The holes in his black skinny jeans show off the tiniest hint of black ink that hides beneath the fabric. The fire and moon fight over the rings that sit on his hands, both going back and forth on which one glints in the silver. A loose cigarette sits tucked behind his ear and a sweating bottle of beer rests in his strong hands.

He's captivating, alluring you like the serpent did Eve. You don't engage, promptly scoffing and then rolling your eyes back down to your phone.

"You know my uncle always said if you roll them hard enough, they'll get stuck."

You hear it before you see it, the grin that sits on his face. It adds gasoline to the already burning inferno that rests inside of you adding turbulence, causing roaring flames.

"Good, hope they do." It's bitchy, ice cold like a winter's breeze. Instead of hurling an insult that you, he laughs. A true genuine laugh that you'd compliment if it weren't for the anger pumping through you.

Shutting your phone off, you drop it into your lap and cross your arms over your chest. Sighing loudly, you look at the curly haired man across from you unimpressed, eyebrow arching sharply.

He takes your challenge of a stare down, watching you over the glass of his beer bottle as he puts it to his lips taking a swig. His gaze in unfaltering but yours isn't. It's not your fault though, not when his neck looks so delicious as he swallows every last drop.

Removing the bottle from his mouth, he catches you eyeing the plump of his lips. Even though you've been caught, your stare doesn't waver, only moving the line of your sight back up to his eyes.

"Ya know, it's not really nice to be mean to your friend." His statement causes another eye roll from you, another loud scoff pulling from your throat.

"You're not my friend," Your words swim with annoyance and it only fuels the man in front of you even more.

Gasping loudly, a ringed hand clutches his chest as if he'd been insulted to the fullest. "I'm not you're friend? I thought the warmth of the fire cemented our relationship."

He curls his lips inwards, biting back a laugh that threatens to sneak it's way out. You're not any better, your bottom lip stinging with the pressure of your teeth that sink into it.

Silences covers the two of you, begging for one of you to break first. Although you put up the toughest of fights, you're the first to lose, a small giggle escaping the lock on your lips. The man isn't far behind you, snorting loudly into the quiet night air.

"First of all, I don't even know your name." You counter, mentally berating yourself for letting a laugh squeak out.

"Oh, you need my name?" He asks, eyebrows raising curiously.

Your eyes squint at the absurdness of his question, "Yeah, that's how making friends works, genius."

Batting his eyelashes, he waves a hand at you in flattery. "I love it when you call me sweet names."

His voice is flirty teasing you to the fullest and if you don't do something fast you're going to melt, and not because the heat of the flames.

"That's my cue to leave." Pushing yourself halfway up from the chair, you're immediately stopped by his arm waving you to stop.

"No, no I quit, I promise." It's said between breathless laughs, his eyes crinkling at the sides when he does.

Smirking ever so slightly, you bask in the sound of his voice. Sitting down slowly, you sigh as if you'd rather not be here regardless of the growing smile tugging at your lips.

Once sat back in your seat, you wait with a tapping foot and crossed arms, trying your hardest to look annoyed. He looks at you smugly, like he's enjoying the little performance you put on.

"If I tell you my name, you gotta tell me yours." He demands, you don't respond just pulling your hand out to inspect the acrylics that rest on your hand.

"I'm Eddie." He beams at you, rolling his tongue over his bottom lip.

You purse your lips, looking him up and down as if you're bored. When you give him your name, he nods slowly and repeats it like it's the prettiest thing he's heard.

"Well there you go, now we're friends." The depth of his voice makes the beat of your heart skip, cheeks burning the more you get flustered.

Shaking it off, you give him a look that the kind that reads "really?", and he only answers by returning a look that says "of course". Sucking your teeth, you look down at the blue fabric of your jeans.

"We can't be friends if we don't even hang out." It's shy, your confidence subsiding harshly under the heat of his eyes.

Now he scoffs, shaking his head back and forth causing the loose curls to move with him. "Don't do me like that, Pookie. Just gimme your number and I'll hang out any time your little heart desires."

"You did not just call me fucking Pookie." You laugh, throwing your head back and clutching your stomach.

You don't see him but Eddie just looks at you like you're the prettiest thing he's ever seen, adoration swimming in the dark color of his eyes.

When your laughter ceases and you fall back into your normal position, you open your eyes to see him looking at you. For the first time in your life you finally see what it's like to be looked at as if you hung the stars in their place. It feels good, heart racing and air catching in the back of your throat.

Blinking out of your trance, you nod shakily. "Umm, you said something about my ugh number?"

Eddie reaches into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out his phone and tapping in the code to unlock it. Handing it over to you wordlessly, it's already open to the new contact screen where you punch in the ten digit number. You ponder for a moment before typing in a name, flicking back and forth between the options you have, until you ultimately adding it under your given nickname with a black heart.

Handing it back to him, he looks at it smirking and then puts it back into its rightful home of his pocket. Opening his mouth to say something Eddie is interrupted with the sound of the backdoor opening and the rush of the music inside pouring from the doorway.

"Hey, we've been looking for you!" Annika shouts, stumbling towards you on unsteady feet.

Looking at the clearly tipsy girl, you turn back around to see give a sympathetic look to Eddie, quietly apologizing for your drunken friend.

"I guess that's my que to go." You shrug, moving from your spot on the chair.

Eddie only looks at you tenderly, dimples on full display for you. "Go ahead, Pookie. I'll see you later."

Sending you off with a wink, you walk away from the sanctuary you found. Walking over to your friend, you can't help but look back at the pretty boy you met finding him already smiling back at you.

Threading your arm in your friend's, you allow her to put her weight onto you so she doesn't fall. Unfocused eyes scan to where you keep looking, squinting to find the person.

"Who's that?" She keeps squinting, trying hard to see the man's features.

When her eyes seem to make out what she looks like, she perks up with a dopey smile. "Oh my fucking gawd, he's hot."

Saying it a little too loudly, you instantly clap your hand over her mouth and look back to make sure Eddie hasn't heard. You find him shaking his head, shoulders shaking with a clear laugh as he lights the cigarette that hangs between his teeth.

"Hope you got his number, would be a shot missed if you didn't." She chastises once you remove your palm from her lips. You sigh loudly and pull her along and make your way into the house.

Eddie kept his promise, using all his free time over the summer to see you. It started off innocently enough, late night drives down to the lake, midafternoon hangouts in the Dairy Queen parking lot where you’d sit in the bed of his beat up truck, and hanging out in his apartment watching him play video games.

Friends, that’s all it was in the beginning. Two people opening up to one another, bonding over their shitty childhoods and laughing at jokes that no one else ever understood.

As the heat of the roaring sun became more intense, so did the relationship between the two of you. Touches became lingering like the tickle of the tall overgrown grass by the lake. Kisses were light and airy, reminiscent of the lightning bugs that flew around in the dark summer sky. Eddie’s scent lingered with you even after you’d gone home, similar to sunscreen.

Tangled sheets and messy hair, flustered cheeks and dopey smiles. The two of you shined so bright even the stars that hung from the dark blue night were jealous.

But when the sunsets came sooner and sooner, so did the end of your fairytale. Calls became unanswered, hangouts were no more, and hand holding became totally off limits. What was once warm and sickly sweet smiles, was now cold shoulders and icy attitudes.

You felt stupid, falling for someone that wasn’t even yours. Giving Eddie your heart on a platter when he never even asked. When this all started you knew what it was, signing your soul over to the devil using your blood as ink.

The risks were in plain sight, the rules agreed on with the locking of pinkies, and yet you still broke them. Eddie told you over and over again this wasn’t anything other than some fun, a way to pass the boring summer days faster.

And although it hurt, you still plunged the sword deeper and deeper. What is love without some loss?

The mahogany teakwood candles that burns on the top of your dresser does nothing to get rid of the smell that you and Eddie have created. Notes of dark oat and frosted lavender are being drowned out by sweat and sex.

Cotton sheets soak up the perpetration, the outline of his body imprinted to remind you that he was once there, the only lingering memory of him when he inevitably leaves. Cheeks flushed with red, screaming claw marks on alabaster skin, and bruises in the shape of teeth.

"Fuck, squeezin' me s'good, baby." Eddie's all gritted teeth and panting breath as he wiggles around underneath you.

The ache in your knees is no match for the burn you feel in the pit of your stomach, your hole clenching around the thickness of his cock. Switching between bouncing and rocking your hips, you're hurdling closer and closer to the edge.

Sentences aren't even forming in your brain, only random blabbering falls from your lips in loud whines with the way he punches into your cervix.

"S'good, shit you feel so good." It comes out like a sob, ripped right out from the depths of your soul.

Big strong hands grip at the plush of your hips, finger prints threatening to leave a mark for the next day. A wicked grin forms on red kiss bitten lips, basking in the glory of you crumbling on top of him.

"Yeah? Is it good, princess?" Arrogant and cocky, two traits that only he can pull off without it being a turn off.

Your head wildly bobs, drool escaping from your parted lips. "Uh huh," the only real response you can give him in this very moment and it's all he needs to know he's fucked you dumb beyond repair.

Bending his knees, Eddie starts to fuck up into you with unwavering force. The thatch of course hair that sits at the base of his cock catches deliciously on your swollen and neglected clit, resulting in harsh mewl.

With your own eyes screwed shut you don't see that his have rolled into the back of his head, jaw unhinged with the pleasure of you clasping around him tightly. Regardless of his own peak nearing, Eddie continues to keep up with his facade, making sure you finish way before he does.

"I'm so deep huh? S'deep, shit- so deep in this tight f-uhh, fucking cunt." Teeth bite down on the fat of his bottom lip, holding the whimpers from escaping from his mouth.

The speed of his movements, the loud squelch of your juices, and the intensity of him hitting into your g-spot is enough to make your head dizzy. He's everywhere, his touch, his scent, his voice. He's everywhere, all around you and you don't think that anything else in the world could create the same euphoric feeling he does.

"M'gonna-, ah I'm gonna cum." The end is closing in on you, the wave of ecstasy crashing into the shore. Although it feels so good crossing the finish line, you know when it's over he'll be gone all too soon.

"Me too, sweetheart. Motherfuck-, cum for me." The act that he had put on has finally faltered, cracking right at the seams.

That does it, pushes you right off the edge into the blissful waters of your high. Your already weakening knees have now failed you, letting you drop onto the slick soaked skin of Eddie's tattooed chest.

The two of you continue to whimper and moan as your highs ripple through you. Both of you create lightning, a pair of super bolts roar in the middle of your quiet bedroom. In the heat of your bliss, you're completely ignorant to the consequences of such strong power being created. No matter what the outcome is, at least it was beautiful and for the smallest of moments, it was real.

After the glory has finally wore off you remove yourself from him, letting out a strong hiss when the feeling of him is completely out of you. Letting your body fall to the plushness of your mattress, you allow yourself to cycle through the memory of it all.

Naked chests heave, a silence pulling over both of you like a heavy quilt in the winter. It's comfortable like this, the heat radiating off of your skin mixes with Eddie's, the pumping of hearts syncing into the same rhythm pattern.

While your body settles into the softness of your bed, Eddie's is quick to jump up from his spot with a loud grunt. Fresh red marks flash at you, decorating the smooth skin of his back along with the pretty freckles you used to trace with the soft flesh of your finger tips.

As he sits on the side of your bed catching his breath, you wonder if he misses the feeling of your touch the way you miss his skin. You wonder if he misses the intensity of your body next to his, arms and legs tangled together buried underneath the shelter of his comforter. You wonder if his bed misses the shape of your body the way yours misses his.

The springs of your mattress groan when the weight of his body leaves and for a moment you feel the same way. Footsteps are muted by the fibers of your carpeting. You watch from your spot as Eddie grabs a tissue from your vanity, wiping himself free of any evidence of you and then disposing it into the garbage can with a careless toss.

Muscles flex as he begins to redress himself, hiding the masterpiece that you left on his skin. You hope that they sting when he's under the heated water of his shower, a pang that will go away within a few days while the pang of your hurt will last a lifetime.

His messy curls pull from the neck of his shirt, shaking with the motions of his head trying to get rid of the unruly hair that masks his vision. From the singular foot away that the two of you stand, you pray that he won't leave, that this isn't the end.

"Do you wanna stay? W-we could watch a movie or something." Behind the sincerity of your voice is a girl that mourns the loss of her once best friend, begging him to remember what the two of you had in the beginning.

The clang of his belt ricochets through the room, an uncomfortable hallow sound that you wish to forget. Spinning on the socked heel of his foot, he gives you a blank face. One so devoid of emotion, cold and vacant.

"Don't start doin' this, Pookie. You already know what this is." A clear warning given with a strict tone.

The nickname that used to cause butterflies only brings mountains of sadness. It used to have meaning, a funny inside joke between the two of you now dwindled down to the name of a place holder.

"I just thought-" Going unfinished by the sound of Eddie's deep sigh.

"Not tonight, kay?" He says as nicely enough to placate you and even though you know nothing will come from it, you're still full of hope.

Bending down, he begins to slide his feet into his shoes, the same one's you gifted to him only so many months ago. Watching him tie the browning shoelaces of his vans, you wonder if he remembers the way you smiled while handing him the box, or how he felt when you said you got them just because.

It tugs at your already bandaged heart, the sticky adhesive of band aids doing their absolute best to keep the muscle intact. The rattle of the remaining broken pieces rattle in your ears, muffling everything else around you.

The lanky man stands to full height, grabbing his beloved leather jacket from your floor where it was left in the tornado of excitement. Rounding the end of your bed he makes his way to you, standing over your still naked body.

Bending at the waist, Eddie places a wet kiss on your forehead and pulls away with charming smile.

"I'll text you, pook."

You nod at his words, gripping on tightly to the faith that this whole thing will work out the way you hope. Giving you a wink, Eddie quickly exists your room and just like that you crumble.

On the wet sheets of your bed you curl into yourself, naked and vulnerable in more ways than one. Tears leak from your eyes and sobs rip from the depths of your stomach. It hurts watching him walk out because you never know when it'll be the last time.

You try to think back to when everything changed, where it all went wrong. All of the flashbacks and memories flood your brain, a film wheel of all the happy moments. More tears flow, a nonstop river of all the heartache.

You miss him, what your friendship used to be. At this point you don't even care if he loves you the way you love him, you just want him to care for you like he did all those months ago.

You wish you could go back to that warm summer day where you handed over your heart and let him carve his name in it, so that no matter what you did you'd belong to him for the rest of your days.

thank you all for reading!! i hope you guys like part one :)

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