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gyoobies · 1 year

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Dream Lover

Pairing: Jun x Fem Reader

Genre: soft smut

Warnings: Explicit content 18+, Minors DNI, slight smut

Summary: You've been having some really explicit lucid dreams, and enjoying them until you find yourself almost blurring the lines of fantasy and reality.

I've been crazy busy but I couldn't get Limbo Jun off my mind so here we are.

I definitely half assed proofed this but y'all already knew that 😘

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Soft blonde locs brushed against your face as your unknown lover breathes softly into your ear. Unknown only in name, but his face and body, you could never forget. It seems to be the same for him as he never calls you by your name, not even as he stares deeply into your eyes as he buries himself inside you. Thrust after thrust brings you closer and closer to climax, it never took long for him to get you there, a fact that you loved and hated. He knew your body better than anyone, hell he almost knew your body better than you. Intimate nights with your dream lover always came to an abrupt end the minute your orgasm hit you.

Waking up from these dreams was always an experience in itself. Sweaty, breathing heavy, and embarrassed by the fact that a nameless man in your dreams could get you to actually cum in your sleep. You peeled yourself from bed to get cleaned up and change the sheets just like you'd done on so many other nights. You laid in your bed going through a wave of emotions, embarrassment that you had some weird ass attachment to a lover made up by your own desperate ass mind, confusion about why you kept dreaming of this same man for the last year, and why the dreams were becoming so much more intense and frequent, and disappointment that once again you couldn't even get his name, after practically ruining you for any man in the real world. Who would be able to compete with a man of your minds own creation that gives you mind blowing orgasms that wake you from your sleep?

You eventually made it back to sleep only to wake up a couple hours later. This week had been exhausting and a relaxing Saturday was going to be the fix, starting out with grabbing breakfast at the neighborhood café, at least that was the plan until you saw him. You were headed down the steps of the café debating if you should go home to enjoy your coffee and pastry or grab a table in their outdoor garden when you were stopped in your tracks. He was tall, blonde, and just as beautiful as your mind had made him to be, but how was this possible? This was getting out of hand, now you were hallucinating that he was stooped down just past the exit of the garden seating area petting some old woman's dog, you were hallucinating right? There was no way there was an actual person that looked identical to your dream lover. You stayed frozen as you watched him look up from petting the dog to wave to someone concealed by the tall bushes lining the café seating area. Time moved in slow motion as you watched him stand, politely say goodbye to the old woman and continue to walk by presumably toward the person he'd waved to. Finally free from your stupor, you quickly headed toward the garden exit to see if you had really seen him, but once you reached the sidewalk there was no sign of him. Just as you turned to head home there stood the old woman, smiling brightly at you while her dog handled his business.

"Handsome isn't he? Jun."

"So he was real?" You said before you could stop yourself. Lucky for you she found your shock amusing.

"Yes, very real and very new. Only moved into the neighborhood about a little over a month ago, guess he's exploring today. He doesn’t know many people around here yet; I bet he'd like to get to know a pretty girl like you" She said smiling as she went on her way.

Today was anything but relaxing, in fact you spent most of it replaying that morning in your head. Jun, the name of the man that had the same face as your dream lover, sounded like music to your ears and was as sweet as honey on the tip of your tongue. 'Was this weird? Were you slowly going insane?' You really needed to calm down before you blur the lines between your wet dreams and reality, but you couldn't shake the thoughts of that beautiful side profile.

Day soon became night and after binge watching 2 seasons of a drama you finally decided to go to bed. You'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping to fall into the embrace of your dream lover tonight, you really need to get out more. Just as anticipated he didn't disappoint, but tonight seemed different though you couldn't quite figure out what. As you approached your princely dressed lover you took in the surroundings, a ballroom of some sort, high ceilings, chandeliers, and walls lined with flowers. You felt almost nervous under his gaze as his eyes roamed from the hem of the ballgown you were wearing up to your face.

"I've been waiting for you." He smiled as you approached, and it left you questioning if you'd always dreamed that his smile was that beautiful or if it was only that way because you'd seen Jun's smile.

He tilted his head curiously "You've dyed your hair?"

Indeed you had taken the time during the afternoon to dye just a small area at the front of your hairline. It was nothing too bold, not yet anyway, you were just testing the placement. Your brain was really working overtime, you could now add observant to the list of everything your dream lover was that most men weren't.

"I like it, the warm color here really draws attention to your pretty eyes" He said casually while twirling a curl between his fingers. Now you had to add charmer to the list as well, great, you were never going to have a real relationship at this rate.

As he took your hand to lead you to the middle of the ballroom, you couldn't shake the feeling that this dream was somehow different. You'd talked very little before, relying on body language and pure attraction to get you to the point of lustful indulgence, but somehow there seemed to be more now. Maybe your mind was longing for more than sex, searching for a deeper connection, whatever it was you'd need to figure it out quickly. Whatever this was, was either getting really pathetic, or you were getting really fucking crazy, hell, at this point probably both. You're not sure what exactly compelled you to tell him about your day as you rested your hand in his, and your head against his chest, but here you were explaining it all to a man made up by your overactive, possibly lonely and obviously horny imagination.

"I saw a really attractive man today."

For some reason you'd thought he pulled you a bit closer after that statement.

"Oh, really?"

"Yes, he looked just like you."

"So he was really really attractive." He chuckled.

"His smile was just as nice too. I was kind of in shock because he looked so much like you, I couldn't move from where I was. I only looked away from him when he waved at someone, but I couldn't see who because of the tall bushes. Probably his girlfriend."

You listened to the soft laugh echo in his chest as you finished speaking. "Why are you laughing?"

"I must be really narcissistic to give my dream girl an outside love interest that looks exactly like me."

You weren't exactly sure what he meant by that, but you brushed it off because how many things actually make sense in a dream?

"Well, did he see you?"

"No, he never looked toward the café once the entire time. As long as I was staring I'm surprised he didn't get the feeling he was being watched" you laughed.

Café? Was there a café? He hadn't noticed one, in fact he kind of had tunnel vision once he'd seen his neighbor and her dog.

This dream had felt different in almost every way and sex was no exception to this. Every touch, kiss, thrust felt more intense than ever. You were getting lost in your mind and you knew it, but before you could catch yourself you'd done it, you moaned his name. "Yes, Jun. Just like that"

Your dream lover groaned at the name and nipped at your neck where his face had been planted as he drilled into you.

"I've been waiting for that, but it's not fair, I don't know yours." He said as he delivered his deepest thrust yet, sending you both over the edge just as you gave him your name.

You laid on your back staring at your ceiling trying to find the strength to get out of bed and finish your frequent, after dream sex cleaning routine, but you were far too exhausted and quickly fell back asleep.

The next morning you found yourself back at the café grabbing your usual. You'd be lying if you said you weren't hoping to see Jun out and about again today, but something felt off, like you were being watched. Before you could dwell on the feeling your name was called. You quickly grabbed your coffee, pastry and headed out the door.

That night brought your lover again which was not uncommon, for the last month you've spent every weekend with him. You thought back to before you moved to your current city, you had only dreamt of him maybe once or twice in your adult life, then after moving it was once a month, then twice, now here you were having very vivid sexual dreams every weekend.

You walked gleefully through an unfamiliar park, following the magnetic pull that would undoubtedly lead you to him. Finally seeing your destination in view you watched fondly as Jun sat reading underneath a tree with golden blooms. Looking up from his book Just in time to see you coming his way, Jun quickly stood to greet you.

"You're beautiful." He said in a light and airy manner as if his breath had been taken away.

"Thank you" You smiled as he helped you to sit on the blanket.

"I don't mean now. I mean yes, you're beautiful now, but I meant at the café this morning."

"Oh, you saw me this time?" you chuckled.

"Yes, I didn't notice the café that day, but when you mentioned it the last time we met, I decided to check."

"I didn't see you. How do you know it was me?"

"I was sitting at the booth, under the painting of this tree when the barista called your name. Your hair was even the same "

You looked up at the Golden blooms of the tree and sighed. "There is no painting of this tree in the café." You cupped his face and placed a gentle kiss on his lips. "I've got to find a way to stop dreaming about you, this isn't normal. My dream lover telling me that he dreamed he saw me at the same café that I saw an actual person that looked like him at. I've got to stop watching inception."

" But I don't think we are dreaming."

"And how do you expect to prove that?" you taunted.

"I'll go to you next time."

And with those words you woke up. You'd never woken up from a dream about him before without having an orgasm, so you were a little disappointed, but also hopeful that this was a sign that your mind was finally ready to let go of its perfect creation.

The Friday evening after another long and busy work week you found yourself nervous and unable to sleep. You were worried you'd find him again, waiting for you in all his perfection. As hours passed you finally succumbed to exhaustion and when you woke you felt a mix of relief and sadness. He wasn't there, for the first time in months he wasn't in your dreams. Finally realizing today was Saturday, your dream lover's last words to you echoed in your head “I'll go to you next time.”

You felt foolish as you stood in your mirror admiring the way you looked today. Did you seriously expect that Jun would actually meet you in the café today? You were supposed to be drawing a line between your dreams and the reality that was the gorgeous man named Jun that didn't even know you existed. Hell, you didn't even know he existed until a couple weeks ago. Sadly that didn't stop you from walking out the door on this rainy morning looking like a dream yourself.

Once you'd reached the doorway of the café butterflies filled your stomach as nerves threatened to get the best of you, but the promise of hot coffee, a warm pastry and a dry atmosphere was all the encouragement you needed to enter.

You quickly glanced around just to see if you spot the person you tried to convince yourself you didn't get all dressed up to see, but as you gave a quick scan you noticed something just as the barista arrived with your drink.

"Excuse me, how long has that picture been there?"

"Oh! That? It's new. We put it up early last Sunday morning. Pretty huh? I Think it's called a Golden Chain or something"

You thanked her and made your way to a table in the back corner. You sat facing the entrance and began to get lost in thought. This can't be real, but you'd never seen that picture before so how could you dream about it? Maybe you had seen it but didn't remember.

About 15 minutes into anxiously scrolling on your phone you decided you were being foolish and should leave. Just as you looked up you saw him enter the café, and you could have sworn time slowed down as you watched him scan the room finally making eye contact with you and smiling before turning to head toward the counter to order.

You felt silly, it was the neighborhood café frequented by many that lived in the area, so it only made sense he'd be here. You made your way to the door and quickly exited. You hadn't gotten very far when the sound of your name being called coupled with what you assumed was running halted your steps. You turned to see the likeness of your dream lover just feet from you and still approaching. once he had made in directly in front of you he just smiled.

"This can't be real."

"But I am, and so are you."

What felt like an eternity had passed with the two of you just looking into each other's eyes before you felt him wrap his arm around your waist, pulling you in close.

"Can I?"

"Asking for permission to kiss me when we've done so much already?...something else to add to the list."

"What list?"

" The list of things my dream lover does that has ruined any chance of a normal relationship with a man outside of my dream."

"I don't think you really have to worry about that anymore." He laughed, and it was just as charming as everything else about him. And when you leaned in to kiss him he didn't hesitate. Though it was only a peck, it was electrifying and familiar.

That day was spent at Jun's apartment piecing together everything, and at the end of it all you'd figured out that the closer the two of you got, the more frequent and detailed the dreams became and seeing him in real life that day made a stronger communication connection possible.

Jun was firm in his belief that you'd been lovers in a previous life and would be lovers again in the next.

The day had passed without either of you noticing. It was dark outside and the rain was starting to pick up.

"It's getting late, I should probably get going before the rain gets any harder."

"Stay. Please? I -"

"I was hoping you would say that."

Before you knew it, you were in a very familiar position with Jun's blonde locs brushing against your face as his soft breath tickled your ear, but this time when you woke up you’d be wrapped in his arms and his sheets.

#kpop smut #kpop fanfic #seventeen smut #kpop fic #jun smut #seventeen fic #jun x reader #seventeen x reader #jun x you #jun x y/n #seventeen x y/n

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softcarebears · 5 months

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IM BACK

shuffle your favorite playlist and post the first five songs that come up. then copy/paste this ask to your favorite mutuals <3

my playlists are shit and old so (i probably have to redo them)...i used my favourite mix instead😭 notice how everything is k-pop💀😘😛😘

°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。°。

🎸ive-i am

🍭kiss of life-sugarcoat (natty solo)

🌠aespa-lucid dream

🎙ive-off the record

🍹aespa-thirsty

a mini playlist of new (or not so new) kpop songs i've been listening a lot lately🌷:

💘kiss of life-MIDAS TOUCH (WHEN I TOUCH YA KISS YA YOU GON REALISE BABY DON'T YOU THINK TOO MUCH BOY IF I TOUCH YA KISS YA WATCH OUT KOREAN WORDS YOU SEE I GOT THAT MIDAS TOUCH...MAN I VOTED FOR MY GIRLIES SO MUCH ON STAR PLANET STREAMED MY COOCHIEBALLS OUT ON THEIR MV...AND THEY STILL DID NOT WIN😭 fawk starplanet its so shit ANYWAYS SONG OF THE YEAR FR BRATZ BEEN REAL QUIET SINCE THIS DROPPED AND BRITNEY SPEARS WENT BACK TO THE DUNGEON ON THAT ONE(im joking pls)

👹itzy-born to be & untouchable(BEST ALBUM??)

💋aespa-drama (I LISTENED TO DRAMA SO MUCH AND AM SO OBSESSED BUT NEVER TALKED ABOUT IT ON HERE???😱)

🧜🏻iland 2-final love song (I LOWKEY DESPISE SURVIVAL SHOWS im only watching snippets dw (mnet stole iland from hybe😔so hybe had to do runext lol...mnet and hybe probably fought...BUT...MY MOTHER JEEMIN WILL FINALLY DEBUT FOSHO AFTER NOT DEBUTING ON RUNEXT...ROOTING FOR HER,JUNGEUN,MAI,YUJU,SAEBI,SUJUNG,JIYOON AND FUKO FR)

🕷artms-BIRTH ("I CAN GATHER EX BOYRFRIENDS😏"WELL I NEVER DATED SO GATHER ME INSTEAD😭 WELL THEY REALLY GAVE BIRTH WITH THAT ONE LOONA IM SORRY IF I NEVER STANNED YOU😔)

👽viviz-maniac (THIS LOVE IS MANIAC MANIAC MANIAC😩)

💸tripleS lovelution-girls' capitalism (yes im late to this song but shh)

💗tripleS lovelution-seoul sonyo sound

🧬tripleS evolution-invincible

🎼kiss of life-nothing (SUCH A GOOD BSIDE THEY DESERVE TO GET THEIR FIRST WIN IDC I HOPE THEY GET IT NEXT COMEBACK😔GET THEM OUT OF THEIR NUGUDOM)

🩰red velvet-in my dreams (coquettest album of all୨ৎ)

🎛redvelvet-automatic, be natural (IK THIS SONG IS FROM 2015 BUT IM IN MY REDVELVET BSIDER AND LISTENER ERA OK)

👅irene and seulgi (redvelvet)-naughty...(PLS RELEASE A 2ND ALBUM MY MOTHERS PLS)

🌇seulgi-los angeles

🧝🏻seulgi-crown

⚰️seulgi-dead man runnin (IM SO OBSESSED WITH 28 REASONS...I HOPE SHE RELEASES A SECOND MINI SOON😔)

🫧newjeans-bubblegum (MY GIRLIES STILL SLAYING DESPITE THE WHOLE HYBE VS MIN HEEJIN THING...i hope they are doing alright🥺)

😩enhypen -i need u cover (orig-bts)

(GAVE THEM A SONG TO COVER AND THEY DIGESTED THAT SHIT BARELY MINUTES AFTER THE WAITER SERVED THEM...(hope bangtan is not crying in the military)...NI-KI'S PART UAGRGJAHDGHSH😳...MAY 13TH PLS COME QUICK I NEED NEW ENHA SONGS)

💫ive-holy moly

👑enhypen-chaconne

(&the whole dark blood album haha)

🥀enhypen-fate (no i won't move on from dark blood era)

🧲illit-magnetic (ITS GOOD OK THE WHOLE ALBUM IS GOOD..BUT SPOTIFY STOP PLAYING IT EVERYFUCKASS TIME I KNOW YOU LIKE HYBE'S MONEY BUT STOP)

🌎illit-my world

💃🏻lesserafim-smarter (let them live and breathe a bit after that coachella performance...pls)

🍊deja vu-txt

insert whole ass new ive album...😭😭

🔮ive-accendio ("WATCH ME DON'T TOUCH ME LOVE ME DON'T HURT ME" I LOVE IT AHHHH MAY 15TH COME BABYGIRL)

🌨ive-heya (HEYA HEYA HEYA MORE LIKE ATE YA ATE YA ATE YA)

❄ive-ice queen(I-I-I'M IN THE CASTLE)

💙ive-blue heart (JANG WONYOUNG THE WOMAN YOU ARE😩)

⏮️ive-reset (TITITITI)

😰ive-wow (kinda mid...)

yea...ok bye

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the-very-awesome-prussia · 1 year

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Nyotalia Shenanigans

"Listen to me! You should be worshiping me for just being here but you sit on your ass and sleep!? How dare you!"

Prussia opened his right eye to see a silver haired lady straddling him on the bed. Like literally she was standing on his bed.

"And who are you again?" He asked as he sat up, rubbing his eyes.

"Are you stupid? Or are you just an asshole? I'm the one, the only, Prussia of course!" She stated, striking a couple of poses as she spoke.

Prussia chuckled into his fist, "you're not the only one if I'm right here!"

"Well this is going to get annoying isn't it…" She scratched her head.

"Why don't I call you Prussia 2? Since you are the second gender after all-" he snickered.

"Gender politics are unnecessary, and I say otherwise. You should be Prussia 2 because I had to come to your lame bedroom instead of my, gorgeous beautiful awesome never seen before, bedroom!"

"It's been seen before, just not by me, lol."

"Shut up! Who gave you the right to make fun of me!? The awesomest girl in the world!" She pointed a finger at his face.

"You're standing on my bed, that gave me the right."

She quickly jumped off, pouting to her heart's content. "You're truly the worst, you know that?" She sat on the side of the bed, crossing her arms.

"I'm you, dumbass. If I was truly the worst then aren't you as well?"

"It doesn't matter! Anyways I have something to show you.~ Something you definitely don't have," she held out her hand and magically a very pretty lady appeared.

"This is my girlfriend, you probably don't have a partner, you kinda look like a virgin loser," she snickered.

"I am not a loser! I- I have a boyfriend!"

"Oh. We're not so ahead of your timeline now I see. Sad, and I thought you were gonna stay single forever, boo hoo," she pretended to cry.

"This feels unnecessary," the very pretty lady deadpanned.

"You're unnecessary!" She huffed.

"Wait a sec," Prussia sat up a bit, "didn't you have longer hair the last time I saw you?" He asked, pointing to her hair.

The pretty lady puffed her hair, "hm, I guess so," she smiled with malintent, "do you like it, pretty boy?"

"Ah- uhmmmm," he exploded again.

"Stop flirting with the boy version with me! I know you're bisexual but come on!" She huffed, trying to shoo her away.

She chuckled, "come on, what's the harm in a little fun?"

"I know you have standards! And he's under them!! Look at him, who would want to date him!?"

On cue, his boyfriend came in, "Prussia I can't find the- what the hell."

"I can explain. Wait no I can't."

"Hey male version of Austria, do you think I'm sexy?" Fem Prussia did a little wink at him.

"No," he stated bluntly as he walked over to the rest of them.

"Haha, loser!" Prussia laughed at his own expense technically.

"You're not sexy either, Prussia."

He pouted, "how rude! I am so awesome and cool and epic and- and you still don't call me sexy!?"

"I like you for you Prussia, not for what you think you are," he rolled his eyes.

"Whatever."

"Hey boy toy-" fem Prussia grabbed Austria and forced him by her side, "don't you think my girlfriend is sexy!?"

He took a glance at her and it felt like he was looking in a really fucked up mirror, "she looks exactly like me but girl, I can't really say anything or it'll be selfcest."

"BORING!" She tossed him aside, "I think she's sexy and beautiful and the best girlfriend I could ever have," she hugged her arm.

Fem Austria chuckled, "thanks sweetie."

"WHEN DO WE GET TO USE PETNAMES AUSTRIA!?" Prussia yelled.

"When I die."

"I can't believe he hates me like this!"

"Anyways, and here's my beautiful sister!" She snapped her fingers and fem Germany from the smoke.

"Why did you bring me here this time," she crossed her arms.

"Just to be seen!" She smiled.

"I was in the middle of a different dream, now he's gonna wake up…"

"Dream?" Prussia asked.

"Yeah, and you're probably gonna wake up soon, no lucid dreaming for you bitch!"

Just as expected, he woke up to Austria shaking him, "WHO WERE YOU DREAMING ABOUT."

"Huh!?"

"YOU WERE CALLING SOMEONE SEXY, WHO WAS IT!?"

"It was just the girl version of you, relax."

He let go, awkwardly looking away, "oh. That's awkward."

"Yeah, obviously."

"So anyways…"

#hetalia #hetalia prussia #aph prussia #hetalia austria #aph austria #hetalia germany #aph germany #nyotalia #nyo austria #nyo prussia #nyo germany #gay pride #Prussia Lives Life

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cellarfulofnose · 1 year

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Black Magic Woman

Prompt #101. With every mistake, we must surely be learning.

Content warning: unhealthy shit! (and not just in the sense that George is sick, ha-ha-ha.) Yoko fucks George when he's half-dead and almost delirious (but sober); George thinks he's intentionally mistreating Yoko (but, per the prompt. she's into it. if she were any more down she'd be at the center of the earth). they hate each other guys! that's the prompt (and the reason it's hot); coughing, mess.

He knew John wouldn't be there. But on some level, it didn't matter. There wasn't anywhere else for him to go.

New York was a bad place for George to be by himself, especially now. He was gravely ill, and in summer of all times. Started off as a cold, but he'd probably smoked it into pneumonia by now. Sniffling, aching, plagued by a rib-cracking cough, George didn't have much choice. He'd tried to take care of himself, and this is where it got him.

He didn't eat anything yesterday. Today, he filled his stomach with rum to kill his headache, dark red syrup to stop his cough. When the cough medicine nearly put him to sleep, he tried a bump of Bonnie Prince Charlie to wake up, and now that that had worn off, his headache was back. It was getting bad enough he couldn't focus. He was worried. He'd never had to brave this by himself before. There'd always been someone, usually a girl. But now he was alone, and he couldn't think of less capable hands to nurse him back to health than his own.

It had to be her. He didn't like it, but the alternative was grim. This--whatever he was doing, wasn't working. It was only going to get worse.

So he endured the journey to the Dakota. A slow shamble it was, too. Every few steps, hawking and spitting, not even seeing the people who glared at him. Only once, he had to brace himself on a brick wall to cough and not fall over. From there, the trip was a fog. He needed to talk to somebody to get in; God only knows what he said. Standing in the elevator wasn't easy. It must have been the uneven pressure in his ears, but the slow rise made him unearthly dizzy.

She was expecting him. That's all he remembered.

He woke up--at some point he'd made it to a bed--and she wasn't there. But there were dreams, or maybe snippets of waking, where she'd come in and bring him water. She'd touch his face with a cool hand. He could hardly breathe.

After a long time, George came to, sweat-drenched and sore but lucid. A bowl of hot soup sat on the bedside table, the steam still rising. She'd been here just moments ago. He ate greedily until the spice made him choke and set his nose running. But once it was done, his head was more open than it'd felt all day. Even his chest seemed to loosen up.

Yoko walked in shortly after to clear away the dish. George thanked her quietly. The fact she'd saved his life was left unspoken. She, mercifully, didn't lord it over him.

When she came back, she handed him a plain square of white cotton--there were no paper tissues in the room. He used it as well as he could, with what little breath he could force out of his lungs in one go. Though he maybe should've, he didn't feel ashamed, like this was too base for her to see. Likewise, she didn't seem put off. She sat gracefully next to the pillow and felt his forehead, his cheeks. "Your fever's gone," she said, and her soft voice was as cool and soothing as her hands.

George didn't bother to wrest out of her touch to cough. "How long's it been?"

"Your fever broke three hours ago. You were sleeping on and off for six hours. How do you feel?"

George snorted into the back of his throat. If it came out sounding aggressive, so be it. "Never better." It made him cough some more. He couldn't be assed to worry about that, either.

"You sounded even worse earlier." From his cheek, her hand slid up into the hair over his temples. She drug her nails across his scalp, soaking his skin with chills. He sighed, but the chill reminded him of the fever. She did it again, and he shivered, the hairs on his arms and legs prickling. He coughed roughly from the sudden breath he was forced to take.

"Poor thing." Her touch left him. As she drew away, his head followed just an inch, like he might catch her, before he could stop himself from doing it. He burned, unable to look at her. But all she said was, "Would you like a drink of water?"

"No, thanks." George didn't like to think about swallowing. His tonsils were killing him. And he didn't want her to do anything else for him. He'd take his chances on his own.

Yoko didn't leave. George didn't know why she was still sitting there, but he wasn't about to turn and look at her. He wondered if he might be able to fall asleep like this when she spoke again.

"I'm sorry to hear about your wife."

George whipped around and sat bolt upright. "Get out," he ordered, his shredded voice impressively harsh. As penance for his outburst, he bent over coughing, a short, barking sound.

Yoko didn't defend herself nor apologize. She rose without a word (slower than George thought was necessary) and made to leave.

George caught his breath in time to see her open the door. "Don't want you to catch your death in here," he muttered joylessly, not intending to be understood.

But she heard him. Stopped, turned, and smiled. In a voice cool as water, she said, "You can pretend you don't want to fuck me. But don't pretend you care if I catch your cold."

George floundered, his face in flames. He'd never felt so weak. "You're a whore," he said impotently, lashing out in a blind strike.

Yoko exhaled a laugh, though she looked almost bored enough to yawn. "Go to sleep, George," she said, offhand. The door shut behind her.

George didn't intend to do any such thing. He lay back, feeling pressed to the pillow as though with rage, unable to move or think except to seethe. His nose dripped back down his throat before long and set him to coughing, but still he didn't get up. How dare she.

Under the covers, his cock weighed full and aching with blood. Hot and flushed, like the rest of him. His fingers shook with haste as he unzipped and reached a frantic hand under his waistband. His skin was so hot to the touch, he wondered if she'd been telling the truth about his fever going down. He closed his eyes, tried to think of anything and anyone but her.

George realized he'd fallen asleep again when he woke up on his back, an empty hand stuffed down his pants. Dry but for sweat--he hadn't finished. He sat up to regain his bearings and winced at the shift in his head and lungs. Congestion had settled, thickened, as he slept with his mouth open, and now it wanted to come out. He doubled over with a crackling cough. Each spasm sent a watery twinge to the back of his sinuses. When he had the air for it, he used up what life was left in the little handkerchief to blow his nose. He'd need another one, or start using the sheets. He flung them off his legs in a small fit of disdain and rose to his feet.

The room seemed to pitch underneath him. Hearing and vision faded to milky white. He shot out a hand to steady himself on the bed. Once feeling poured back into his limbs (and he could see), he made his way, heavy, halting, toward the door.

He opened it and they both gasped, freezing where they stood, George with his hand on the door, Yoko clutching her robe shut. Her skin was like glass. Her hair fell in damp waves that smelled of fruit and flowers--just washed.

George sniffled, half to steel his nerves and half because standing abruptly made his nose itch. Then he cradled her face and angled his head down to meet her.

She stopped him with a hand at his chest--not spurning him, George realized, but pushing him back toward the bed. He couldn't bring himself to kiss her now anyway, not as she walked him backwards like they were waltzing. He collapsed onto the mattress. It felt better than he wanted to admit, lying down again. She settled over him like snow, like ash.

Kissing her felt dirty. George didn't give a rap for the fact they were both, legally, still married. But she tasted like every wedge between him and John, every rift between him and Pattie, theft and threat and nuisance. Moreover, he was vividly aware he was kissing illness and pain into her throat. Tit for tat.

But oh, she was good; not too light, not timid or careless. Her kiss made him float. He almost got carried away, but he had to disjoin their heads to get a proper breath, as his nose was blocked again. It tickled so badly, the very slight trickle of shifting pressure. He surfaced with a watery gasp and sneezed.

Yoko yelped and went stiff. "That's so loud," she scolded.

It wasn't, George thought, frowning. He'd just been right by her ear. "Leave if you don't like it," he huffed, and sucked at her earlobe.

Yoko crooned, her voice dripping with honey. But her words weren't nearly so sweet. "All this time, and still such horrid manners," she tutted. "You can take the boy out of the gutter--"

At that, George seized her by the waist and tried to flip her over. Instead of landing himself on top, he only knocked them both onto their sides, and even that left him panting raggedly.

"Oh. So strong," Yoko purred, a sarcastic smirk on her face.

George ignored the way her robe had fallen open, didn't look, didn't look. "No different than you're used to, then?" He doubted whether John could lift a sack of flour these days, much less his woman, light as she was.

"Is John always at the forefront of your mind?" she asked, after waiting patiently for George to finish coughing. "Or just during sex?"

George's cough tickled his nose again. He sneezed across her bare chest, provoking a short cry and a jolt of surprise from her. "Sex," he sniffled, contempt in his voice. "Is that what this is?"

"If you want it," she said eventually, with some difficulty, like she was out of breath. Then her lips worked into a thin smile. "If you'd not rather wait until you're well, when you have more...stamina." She punctuated it with a light tap under his chin and an exploratory hand at his zipper. Her eyes twinkled when she felt it already done open, unbuttoned.

George's eyes fell shut at the touch of her hand. A warm sting flooded his body, clear down to the tops of his thighs. He wanted her to touch him, touch him, make him well. Wear him out and make him sicker. But her fingers slipped past his jeans, and he couldn't stand the way he almost gave it up right there. She could undo him in a minute, he knew. He wouldn't let her. He'd show her stamina.

George pushed her hands out of the way and curled forward to kiss her breasts.

"Oh-!" Yoko's head tipped back, neck arched, as George played his lips and tongue around her nipple. By the sounds she made, he quickly worked out which was the more sensitive and began to tease her with it. He sucked gently, then hard, toying the other through his fingertips all the while. But when he gave a slight nip with his teeth, she shouted and tore him off by his hair. George hissed in pain.

"Savage," Yoko spat. "Trying to make me bleed?"

George coughed from his sudden sharp breath, so hard his nose dripped. It tickled, fit to make his eyes water.

Yoko cringed with a faint whimper. "Can't you cover your mouth?"

George sniffled thickly. "We've kissed."

"It's a matter of good-! Ohh..." George nuzzled against her ribs, trying to wipe his nose and mustache, and her voice went high and airy, light with esctasy. "...Good manners," she managed, once she had the heels of her hands against his head to keep him from moving about as he pleased.

George snorted. It undid all his earlier work cleaning himself up and made her squeal at the sudden wetness, but sure. He could oblige her. "Please," he said without a hint of sincerity, "would you get on your hands and knees, ma'am?" The last syllable came through gritted teeth.

Yoko giggled lightly. "I never knew you could be so charming, George." As she propped herself up on her elbows, then rolled gracefully onto all fours, her robe poured off her shoulders and pooled like moonlight around one wrist. She arched her back. It looked like a lazy stretch.

George tried to catch his breath. He busied his hands peeling off his tight jeans so he'd be less tempted to rub his cock. Once the jeans were off, he crawled up behind her, trying not to shudder even though baring his legs to the air chilled him down to his bones. Though he didn't let it rip through him, the suppressed shiver sent a needling, prickling, hair-raising buzz to his face. His nose and eyes burned, like stepping suddenly out from a hot room into a cold day. He could barely see for itchy tears, but he planted his hands on her slender hips and moved in close. Her cunt was swollen, her hair slicked to a jet curl beneath. Two thin strands of wetness bridged the gap between her thighs, like a string of pearls, where her legs had been pressed together a minute ago. He sighed with rapture and she twitched, a quick clench of the thighs that deepened her arch, just from the faint breath. That was all George saw before his eyes fluttered shut.

There was nothing he could do to stop it--but he wouldn't have tried, if there were.

"hhah-tssschhhw!"

Yoko shrieked when the spray hit her, and bucked hard. It only made George dig his fingers in a bit. He wasn't done, he had to sneeze again. This one built much slower than the first, in long, almost inaudible gasps. With his eyes closed, he couldn't see her, but he could feel her tremble every time he puffed out a breath. Waiting for the blow to fall, knowing it was coming, but not when.

George's lungs filled with a silent gulp of air, and a violent sneeze tore out of him.

"--ahttchshhhuw!" At point-blank range.

"Aah-!" Yoko flung an arm across her mouth, a second too late to muffle her cry. "Please," she stammered, every muscle tensed.

She asked so nicely, George figured, that sure, he could do as she wished. He could cover his mouth.

George flicked his tongue across her cunt, and she lost her senses, curling against him and keening. He lapped and sucked, drove the blade of his tongue into her. He couldn't hardly get a breath through his nose, but his head filled with the heavy taste of her nonetheless. As they began to find a shaky rhythm, George fell into a kind of trance. She'd push back and he'd nudge forward, ignorant of how his teeth hurt his tongue, how his jaw ached all through his sinuses. She cried and moaned, and shook terribly. He would have kept going forever.

Only, he couldn't breathe.

His mouth otherwise engaged, he was panting heavily through his running nose. At first he had trouble getting air in at all. But something unlocked, shifted suddenly open, and his lungs pulled in all they could. With every sniveling breath, he inhaled the fluid rinsing down the back of his throat, until he was choking on it. Sputtering out little ineffective coughs that wouldn't let him draw enough breath to clear it out proper. He couldn't gasp without coughing. He couldn't stop.

George pulled back and sat on his heels, wracked by spasmodic coughs. One hand he pressed to his mouth, the other clawing over his chest. As if it would help. It was a gesture of panic, not forethought. He could not breathe.

"Poor darling," came Yoko's voice.

George's lungs bottomed out, completely empty. Only then could he wrestle in a trembling breath and force a good chest-clearing cough. It burned and tore. George was too focused on the pain to pay much attention to what Yoko had said after that, but he knew it must be mocking, falsely sweet. He felt out blindly for her robe and clutched it to his face.

Yoko gave a sharp noise of complaint when her robe, still yoked to her by one wrist, was yanked away. When George loudly blew his nose into it, however, she raised an even bigger fuss. "That's silk!" she shouted, in a tone of voice that suggested George would be getting a bill later.

George exhaled a final time and muffled a few coughs into the robe for good measure before casting it aside. "I'd bet," he said, sniffling. "Felt nice." A vast understatement. The ability to breathe again, without choking on a strangling itch, was bliss. He was so far from caring about pleasing her.

Only, no--as a matter of fact, that wasn't true. That's what he wanted, to please her. He tingled all over at the thought of getting to do it once more. It would make him well again, he knew for a fact, only that. But that didn't mean he had to care about her precious silk robe.

Yoko's eyes glowed, even as she leered at him. "Too ill to fuck," she said icily, "but well enough to be a prick about ruining my nice things."

George barely had the wherewithal to keep from yelling, I'm not, like a spoiled child. "I can fuck," was all she got in its place, though.

"Oh, yes," she purred, "I've heard."

Anger and shame licked hot at George's skin. "You shouldn't believe everything you hear," he said. His shredded throat made his voice sound lower, rougher. It wasn't strong, but it sounded grave, like she'd better listen.

"Certainly not." She planted her palm on the bed, a tiny step toward him, a graceful prowl. "I intend to find out for myself."

The kiss lasted less than a minute before they were scrambling back into place, Yoko on all fours and George behind her. He was so gut-wrenching hard he couldn't feel the strain in his lungs, nor the ache in his head. He couldn't bear that it was her doing this to him, despite everything. It was wrong, but he was helpless in the face of it. He needed to do something about it.

She needed it too, by the sound of it, by the looks. Her inner thighs were a glistening mess, wet as you please, though George couldn't tell how much of it had come from her body and how much from his. It didn't matter. He lined himself up to push his cock into her, one hand anchored on her hip.

He hesitated. Even with Yoko stretching back, reaching for him, whispering desperate pleas, making his cock twitch, there was something in the way. It was weakness. Physical--he already felt like he couldn't catch his breath--and mental, too. He couldn't take the thought of not satisfying her, after all this.

"George," Yoko sobbed. He swore and pushed in, all the way in, locking their bodies together.

The sound that came out of her was otherworldly. For that moment, George felt peace. Safe, just for a second, in her warmth, with nothing to worry about. But he had to move. He had to.

A groaning sigh punched out of him, low and hoarse. It felt so good so quickly, pulling back and then driving deep into her. The shock of it was a jolt to the heart. After a few strokes, he was gulping for air and still felt hollow, fluttery, like he might faint. This was a bad idea to start. He'd been too long without sex, and he wasn't well; he couldn't control himself.

He was going to come.

Morbid certainty washed him in a cold sweat. He clenched his teeth, trying to slow down like pulling the brakes on a speeding train. It hurt, a physical twinge up through his stomach, even from that small loss of momentum.

Yoko felt it too. She arched deeper and rolled her hips, chasing the friction he denied her. "Please don't stop," she sighed in a voice so high she was almost singing. "Oh, please. Not now."

George's thoughts echoed exactly the same sentiment. If he could just...slowly. Deep breaths (with a slight crackle). So slow their skin didn't even slap together when they met. It was still too much.

For Yoko, though, it wasn't quite enough. She whined in frustration as he slowed to stillness. One hand lifted between her legs to touch herself.

"Ah. Don't--" George halted completely, limbs rigid and eyes shut tight. He tried to exhale a cooling breath. She squirmed beneath him, giving little noises of need, and he could have screamed. A good belt across the ass would set her right, George had to hope, but he couldn't move a muscle. Probably would only make her squeal anyway. He exhaled again. His breath wavered.

It wasn't a deep breath, but evidently it knocked something loose. George's nose dripped. Yoko cried out, indignant; it must've felt like he spit on her. He sniffled hard--not for her sake, but to get rid of the horrible, rain-soaked feeling, inside and out. It was repulsively wet. He needed to...no. Not now.

George held tight to Yoko's waist, as if he could somehow tether himself, but it came all the same. A deep, frantic gasp, and another, then an uncontrollable sneeze.

"hhh-tssschhhuhh!"

It threw him forward against her with a jerk, and she tensed up around him, gasping like she'd seen the dead. It was a perfect storm of movement he didn't need. Just like that, he was gone, swept up in the tide. "Oh, fucking God--" he wept breathlessly, clutched her to his body as tight as he could. The earth shook and the sky caved in as he came and came in her, flinching at the way it coursed through him. It took everything out of him. He wasn't sure he could hold himself up when it was over.

Yoko pulled apart from him, and he did falter, limbs shaking, but he didn't fall. Still, the pain and exhaustion were too much. He could feel everything again, the pressure and gunk and raw soreness, now added to his aching arms and legs. He lowered onto his chest. All he could do was try to breathe.

For a long moment, she was quiet too, panting with urgency. Then, she went still. And then she spoke.

"So that's it? You get to finish, I don't?"

It was resentment that finally moved George's muscles and dragged him back into a sitting position. "You didn't sound too far off." The jab was weakly punctuated by a cough on either side, but it stood. She'd been moaning fit to peel the paint off the walls, and taken matters into her own hands where needed.

Yoko huffed softly. "Serves me right." She leaned over to the nightstand and lit a half-smoked cigarette. "I almost forgot I don't run an influenza ward." Credit where credit is due, she blew the smoke well away from him.

"You'd leave if it bothered you," George said flatly. "If you didn't love it so much, you'd leave." The suspicion had been gnawing at him, but now that it was out in the open, he'd never been so sure of anything. She wanted him miserable. That's how she liked him best.

Smoke puffed out through Yoko's nostrils. She arranged her hair out of her face. "We're not all the same, you know. Women. We don't always leave when things get hard." She took one last drag and stubbed out her cigarette. As she turned casually to the ashtray, she trained searching eyes on George, gave him a pointed once-over, and looked away again.

"You bitch." George's eyes stung. His throat felt like it would swell shut.

"Call me what you like." She didn't even look for a reaction anymore. With slightly stiff movements, she crawled to the head of the bed and lay on a pillow. "What does that change?"

George grabbed hold of the side of her face and thought for a long time about kissing her. She looked like she couldn't be bothered with his decision, but mildly pleased at the touch. He'd soon change that. Unless, of course...At this point, he couldn't tell what would satisfy her, what part of this she found pleasure in. But she'd wanted to open her mouth; she could leave it open. He eased a thumb past her lower lip and guided her jaw down. Once it was open, he loomed above her face and took a controlled breath.

"I--" Yoko began. When she found the difficulty of talking through George's thumb, she mouthed a slow kiss around it, then tilted her head so it didn't go past her teeth. "I hope I haven't said something to upset you."

George didn't deign to answer. He snuffled and snorted, trying to stir something up, trying to summon the sting of her leftover smoke.

Yoko's eyes widened. "What are you doing?"

At first, it just made him want to cough. It was too sharp, too choppy. But soon he felt something take root. It built and spread, making him blink away tears. His nostrils flared wide, despite the slow shallow breaths. It tickled.

Realization flashed across Yoko's face, and she went pale. "Oh, don't. Please..."

He was determined to now, though, for physical as well as cosmic satisfaction. He wanted to sneeze the itch out, and luckily for him, one was fast approaching. Not fast enough. He rubbed his thumb against the side of his nose, a quick little circle, and felt it burn like a lit match. There, it was coming strong now. It was going to feel so good. Just a little reprieve.

As if asked for her last words before the firing squad, Yoko piped, "You're an easy fire to stoke, George--ahh!" Before she had quite finished, his thumb was on her tongue again, holding her mouth open. For a moment, the only sound was their frightened breathing.

George sneezed, wet and rupturing across her face, and immediately curled in on himself with a coughing fit.

"Ugh, you dog!" Yoko wailed, and there was a rustle of the bedsheets as she tried to dry herself off, but George scarcely heard it. The way his throat locked up with each cough just made him sicker and sicker. At last, he coughed and then gagged wretchedly. It was too wet, or too harsh; his tongue was in the way, something. He felt like he'd been turned inside out. Too dismal even to cough again.

"George."

He cringed lamely away when she placed a hand on his back, lacking the strength to flinch or warn her off. Her hand disappeared. Instead, she cupped a piece of cloth to his mouth and nose. He was half-conscious of adding his hand on top of hers, letting his head list right and left as he exhaled to clear out both sides of his nose. He swallowed again and again, and finally his throat didn't feel clogged. But he was shivering. Bone-tired. He blinked and wet his cheeks with tears.

"I can't...please you." He sniffled. His voice was almost gone.

Yoko chuckled. She mopped at his face with the cloth, dabbing gently under his nose and eyes. "You really don't know me at all."

George was losing his grip on waking reality. What could she mean? Things no longer made sense. When her clever hands wove into his hair and coaxed his head into her lap, he went without a sound.

"There is one thing you can do for me."

George blinked his eyes open. Above him, she swam in and out of focus. Light and dark, lovely but impossible.

"Stay awake for me." She stroked his face, combed his hair. A little electric trail followed her fingertips, buzzing and sparking wherever she touched. George let out a heavy sigh. "You need rest, but you need water first. Stay awake while I go and get some?" She traced one dainty finger down the bridge of his nose, around the shape of his nostrils. "Can you do that for me?"

George's eyes drifted shut. "I...ah-all right." It tickled a little bit, but way off in the distance, through too many layers to develop into anything.

"There's a good boy." Yoko planted a feather-light kiss on the very tip of his nose and stood. She lifted his head off her lap, careful not to let him drop. He came to rest on top of the comforter--she hadn't given him a pillow. As if that would prevent him from falling asleep.

It felt like an hour before George heard the door open and shut as she left. He was falling in and out of sleep already, he knew. But, dreaming or waking, there remained a faint buzz in his sinuses, the vestige of her gentle touches. It ebbed and flowed, teasing him but never growing, only making his head feel wet and heavy, full of feathers.

It was making him sleepy, too. The stuffed feeling, the tidal breaths. He couldn't stay conscious as long as she wanted him to--if, indeed, she ever wanted him to. There had to be something wrong with her, to tolerate all this from him. Not only that, but to go to pains taking care of him. She'd be ill within the week. She must know that. Who would do the same for her?

Maybe, George thought as he fully surrendered to sleep, maybe if she'd have him, he'd stay.

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goomi07 · 7 months

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Hello and welcome to my blog!

I’m a 17 year old writer that has been interested in writing for a fuck ton of my life so this will be my practice writing til I write a book or something. Please leave criticism for my writing, I'm using this to improve! (Please be nice I will cry)

Some info about me!

I’m a Mexican bisexual girl with absolutely fuck nothing to do so I’ll try to pour my absolute soul into your requests (don’t hope for too much tho I procrastinate). I really love reading, writing, video games (Stardew Valley/The last of Us/Pokemon/etc.), and whatever show/movie I’m obsessing over at the moment.

Fandoms I write for! :

Hazbin Hotel (I will not write for that bug bitch Valentino)

Helluva Boss

Genshin Impact

Brooklyn Nine Nine

COD

Spiderman ATSV

Stardew Valley

My Hero Academia

Things I won’t write! :

NSFW (I’m a minor and it just makes me uncomfy)

Yandere (I don’t rlly fuck with the kidnapping or non-con stuff)

This is a sample of my writing to see what hell you’re getting into!

It was a quiet evening, the rosy sun shutting down her light for the night to flood the lucid sky, as I laid down on the couch mindlessly scrolling through my phone. The tv blared in the background as I continued to stalk through people's Instagram profiles, though it came to a halt when I came across a certain post that caught my eye. It was a poem, more specifically a love poem a girl posted that was given to her from her presumed boyfriend. I sat there as I read the post, a sick feeling of envy mixed with happiness bubbling in my stomach as my eyes traced and reread every little syllable.

It was a beautiful piece of literature. The words blended together perfectly, bringing a giddy smile to my face. It was rather childish how easily worked up I got over words on a paper but with my hopeless romantic ass there was absolutely no saving.

“Ugh I would kill for someone to write this beautifully about me!” I groaned as I harshly dipped my head into the random pillow residing on my couch. My love life is well, very nonexistent, especially when your standards come from the fictional men you read in novels and fan-fiction on the internet. “Well I can keep dreaming” I yawned as I reached for the remote, turning off the tv as I trudged towards my bedroom. My room was a basic light cream color with bookshelves and posters decorating the walls, plants sitting near my half open window- wait. ‘What the hell? Didn’t I close this?- You know what never mind’ I shut the half open window with a sigh, my mind reflecting about these past few months.

Occurrences like this were starting to get more consistent over the span of five months. It started with doors that would be mysteriously open, then it escalated to some of my possessions disappearing and later reappearing later that week or even never at all. I thought I was going insane, so I installed cameras around my apartment hoping to get answers to this ongoing problem…. only to get nothing. I would review the cameras after every outing or disappearance of objects, searching and searching for a single piece of movement on the monochromatic replays of my entire apartment. Yet, there would always be nothing. ‘One day… I’ll figure out what the fuck is happening’ I quickly settled into bed, my hands reaching for the laptop resting on my bookshelf before my head was greeted with the softness of the pillow. I opened my laptop, swiftly typing in my password as I once again opened my security camera footage for the third time this week and rewinded it. Soon my eyes started to flutter shut as my laptop slid off my stomach, the luminescent screen reflecting the unfinished review of the security cameras. I felt my body relax against the mellow sheets, my thoughts hoping for resolution.

‘Click’

It was the next day and I decided to take the chance and go out for a walk to clear my mind. At least that’s what I was planning to do. When I reached to open my apartment door, my eyes caught sight of a small white envelope wedged underneath the front door. I halted in my movement, my hand still resting on the door handle as I continued to stare at the letter. ‘What the hell is this doing here?’ After a moment of deliberation, I slowly bent over and gingerly picked up the small envelope, scanning over its appearance. The envelope was stamped with a light pink wax resembling a crest and it had a small scent of vanilla, both of which were my favorite things. I stared in confusion, my eyes scanning over it once more before turning the envelope over in hopes to find who it was for. Only to find the words ‘My Dearest’ written in red ink. ‘This has got to be some sort of joke. Maybe they got the wrong apartment?’ I continued to re-analyze the letter, flipping it over and over to find some sort of clue who it was for. After spending a few minutes continuing to try to find some trace of a clue, my fingers rested on the red ink on the back of the letter. My heart began to lightly thump in my chest, the hopeless feelings and daydreams flooding my head as my fingers traced the bright red strokes of the words.

‘My Dearest’

I mean.

It wouldn’t hurt to take a peek.

Yeah this was supposed to be a prologue for a Yandere fanfic I was working on before I scrapped it (no it wasn’t gonna be romantic) but let me know if I should start it up again!

I hope you enjoy this blog!!!

#writers on tumblr #fanfic #writing community #helluva boss #hazbin hotel #brooklyn nine nine #genshin impact #cod mw2 #stardew valley #spider man: across the spider verse #please please please

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minyboy · 11 months

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Monster Hunt (Halloween Monster “Roleplay” 3) Part 26

Somehow that Nancy Punk has control over her dreams, she's almost as good as me. A lucid dreamer I'm sure. Or is that her secret? I don't know. Hell, there might not actually be a secret, I could be an idiot. One thing is for sure, I can't sense her anymore. "Werewolves, go sniff her out" She's still here, just getting ready for round two. I'll need help. Here's Jason... Voorhees. He looks pissed, and like he wants his mommy. "Hey, momma's boy, your mother contacted me, she looking for you!" Oh, he's crying now. I'm glad I'm no longer him...or Pinhead. He's just staring here, most likely getting off from all of this, weirdo. "Alright men... and weird sex dolls... Punk Nancy Thompson is out there and she must due so I can be free. I know you care so much about my pretty face." "Yeah yeah, she has a lot of control here, I'll give you two some control too... please don't be dumbasses." They are going to be dumbassess. Oh, is that the sound of werewolves on the hunt? Or in heat? I have no idea, but "Let's go, dumbasses!" Poor Punk Nancy, she's been chased up a tree. Now so powerful huh? Damn... she just vaporized the wolves with her mind. Poor doggies. The room is changing.... where are we? hell? A sex dungeon? Pinhead is taking control here. Good. Chains are coming out of nowhere. Oh my... wow. Nancy got pierced over and over again, agonized by these chains. She's screaming in great agony, I can see the flesh under the gash pulse.. ew. Sex Doll has a few good moves. Now he's preaching about the pain gospel, how quaint... and messed up. Oh, he's going in for the kill. he's got a big ass nail, nice. *plunge* right into her heart, no one can survive that. right? She's dead! Yaaay! I can go home! wait, crap, the chains are moving. Oh... oh devils.. oh... Pinhead got impaled in the dick... why? So cruel. The other chains impaled his heart and head, he's hanging like a goth salami. His body is slowly being torn into three by the chains. No saving him now. he's dead, for sure. crap. Died with a smile on his white face. Jason jumps in and starts slacking at Nancy, the scene changes to some lake camp. They are on the dock fighting, better jump in. "You can't keep this up forever bitch" *slice* Oh I got a good chunk of her ankle. In comes Jason with his machete. I think he screamed for Mother...is that the head on his belt? oh.. speaking of heads, Nancy's head just got chopped off, look at that fountain of blood. So pretty. Jason grabbed her head and just bashed it in. She's dead now. "great job momma's boy." Wait... is that ghost oh some middle age woman? Weird. Jason seems very fixated on the hag. What is he mumbling to it, Mother? Oh crap, oh craaaap! He just committed sudoku. What did she say to him? His body falls into the lake and floats away on a river of blood. that's no ghost, that's the Punk Nancy! Enough! Back to the boiler room. "Well done girl, you killed a bunch of dumb killers. let me show you what a dream master can do." Long arm time! *slice* right in the stomach, she's in great pain. I'll kill her a million times if that will free me. Some spike rain to even things out, and each needle pierces like the flame of a thousand suns. I tear one one of her limbs off with just a thought. Toss the useless arm aside. Getting closer. She tries to lash out at me, but I dodge the pitiful attack, and she weakens. I piece the skin of her head and slowly peel off her face. Nothing left but muscles and a skull. She screams in bloody fury but still lives. Time for the kill. I stab her stomach and begin to crawl my way up her intestines. Closer to the heart, closer, past the stomach, closer... *stab* oh... that hurt... crap... is that a crucifix? Mother's crucifix? She stabbed me! It's in my heart...I... I let go of her and stumble backward... Everything goes dark... I... could not kill Nancy... she had Freddy's weakness all along. I failed. She won. She killed me.

-Miny Freddy Krueger

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godsg111rl · 2 years

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y’all, my crippling anxiety has evolved. it no longer tortures me in my waking life but has graduated to haunting me in my dreams (or should I say nightmares instead).

#now I’m up at 1 AM #shook #and too scared to go back to sleep #y’all won #🥹#your girl be lucid dreaming her ass off #anxiety support

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fullyvisible · 2 years

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Heartstopper Soundtrack

I've been listening to this playlist on repeat for weeks, and I've finally gone through and made a complete list cataloging which scene pairs with each song so I could better picture the show while I listen. Sharing in case anyone else might find it interesting / useful!

1. Colors of You - trailer

2. Want Me - opening, looking for Ben

3. Lovesick - Nick watching Charlie run in gym class

4. Dover Beach - Charlie plays rugby; Tao and Elle look for each other

5. Don't Delete the Kisses - going their separate ways after Nick rescues Charlie, then Charlie texts him "Thank you x" (end of episode one)

6. Sapho - Charlie and Nick texting (Charlie sharing Ben backstory)

7. girls - Elle at Higgs with no friends

8. Dance With Me - snow day!!!!

9. Angel - playing quietly while Elle agrees to ask Tara if she likes Nick

10. Why Am I Like This - Charlie texting his friends about the hug and learning Tara does NOT like Nick; Nick looking through snow day pictures and starting to figure out he's bi (end of episode two)

11. My Own Person - (start of episode three) Nick still figuring things out

12. Telephone - party, beginning, looking for each other

13. LUCID - party, on couch, to Tara

14. Don't Leave Me - Nick and Tara's conversation, then dancing

15. Clearest Blue - Tara and Darcy kiss! Nick finds Charlie again!

16. Alaska - Nick would rather hang out with Charlie anyway! They run off! (Later, post-song, end of episode three)

17. What's It Gonna Be - RAIN KISS

18. heart - Charlie's sports montage

19. nothing else I could do - (beginning of episode five) monopoly game

20. UrbanAngel1999 - Tao dances for Elle

21. If You Want To - Nick shows up at bowling!

22. Buzzkill - Tao at bowling

23. fever dream - Tao going to talk to Charlie

24. Paper Mache World - kiss at the bowling alley! Through arcade games!

25. I Want to Be With You - Imogen covers for Nick (end of episode five)

26. Knock Me Off My Feet - Nick tells Charlie he told Tara and Darcy!

27. Flirting With Her - Tara and Darcy locked in the first kiss room; rescued and running to concert

28. Bang Bang Bang - (beginning of episode seven) Charlie getting ready for the cinema

29. Tired - post cinema, Charlie waking up, taking the bus, not talking to Tori

30. Any Other Way - Charlie spends lunch alone in the art room after finding out about the fight

31. Smokey Eyes - Tao and Harry fight (end of episode seven)

32. Our Window - "Charlie what's going on? Please talk to me ❤"

33. Because I Love You - Charlie takes Tao's spot in the race and kicks Ben's ass

34. Close to You - Tao and Elle run off, Darcy watches Tara do her event and they kiss, Charlie watches Isaac do his event

35. Moment In the Sun - Kiss in the corridor! Beach day!

36. I Belong in Your Arms - their entire relationship flashes before Nick's eyes and they decide to tell people (end of episode eight 💜)

#heartstopper #heartstopper soundtrack #nick nelson #charlie spring #tao xu #elle argent #isaac henderson #darcy olsson #tara jones #ben hope #heartstopper spoilers #these are obviously all very shorthand #i initially made it just for me so i wouldn't have to think so hard every time i was listening to the playlist #and inevitably wanted to remember what was happening in the show when a given song was used #i hope someone else finds this useful!#mpf

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onyourhyuck · 2 years

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𝐇𝐢𝐬 𝐊ᵃ𝐫𝐦𝐚. | Season 2

synopsis; park areum is a journalist who happens to get her life involved with the mafia leader war and havoc, lee jeno. areum’s brother was kidnapped by the japanese mafia na yuta and areum was able to successfully get jisung back— however with a price that she betrays lee jeno by selling out important information of his base whereabouts. it’s been a year ever since that day and areum happens to get involved in the mafia world again.

warning: mafia au/theme, thriller, action, romance, smut!!, lots of fighting here and mentions of blood, park areum is a bad bitch ykyk, dreamies are here for plot, love triangle!!!!, angst.. massive angst, death mentions of characters, alcohol mention, guns mention, switch!areum, switch Jeno!, rough kissing, gripping, degrading, praising, love scenes, unprotected seggs [wrap your willys sons pls, use it 😃], slowburn romance, prepare for a long ass ride.JEALOUSY, Exhibitionist scenes (almost caught etc) semi public scenes with sexual tension. PLOT TWISTS AND CLIFFHANGERS <3 THIS IS SEASON 2, CHECK SEASON 1 OUT BEFORE READING THIS SEASON PLSSSS.

PART 20 / 25. PART 21 LINK.

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jisung stood confused when he saw a man that he knew was dead…or so he thought. his girlfriend tugging the hem of his sleeve behind him as she stays hidden on the back, jeno seeing a tiny glimpse of her with serious stern eyes.

a man he doesn’t know standing next to him with a friendly smile as he waved to the younger boy and girl. “hello.” doyoung whispers.

jeno speaking slowly. “jisung-ah, yuta has areum. we need to go and save her-” the boy grabs jeno’s collars tightly. “you’re dead though? Is this a lucid dream.” he told pressing jeno’s face, the edge with his fingertips. jeno sighs. “No It’s not. I survived. let’s go jisung.”

mina stumbles completely confused. “jisung what’s going on?” the younger boy let’s go off jeno as he motions his eyes to Mina then back to jeno, the older boy shrugging as if it wasn’t a big deal for her to tag along.

“what? Bring her with us, say we’re going for laser tag together.” jeno half smirks, now time to collect his soldiers. the dead leader coming inside the base with ease, mina blinking half confused.

surely laser tag will be fun, mina thought.

the tension rose with the soldiers jaemin took, everyone knew what he was going to do.

it’s obvious, It’s areum. he wants her alive, he can’t lose areum— when he just lost his best friend and brother figure. the secret location they were given was a warehouse far from Seoul, it was within the ruins to the point no one would think of going here, it’s solitary, only thing around were crows and located cars from the Japanese soldiers and their own.

jaemin and the troops that were in groups of four: Renjun group one going in the warehouse as their guns and weapons were dropped on the ground without a command needing to be done.

group two, haechan leading them on the floor to go on their knees beside group one as their weapons were dropped. the japanese men were searching their bodies and such in case it were a trick.

it wasn’t a trick though.

group three and four that were lead by kun and johnny were doing the same as Renjun and haechan, dropping their weapons, surrendering to the japanese men.

jaemin was met with areum in the front next to yuta and a woman behind her holding a knife to her throat if she were to pull a stunt. his eyes widen as he shouts. “areum! it’ll be okay, you’re free!” he told her in hushed reassurance, it wasn’t enough for areum. she knew yuta wasn’t going to stick to his deal.

Yuta cackled. “you’re giving in so easily jaemin, why is that huh? do you love areum that much?” he leans to the journalist as his hands grip her face together squishing roughly, areum scoffing as she pulled away from the dirty hand. he smirks at the action before looking at jaemin who was angrily staring, fists folding as he tried his best containing the fury.

“let her go now, I gave you what you wanted.” jaemin trails as he rests on his knees, giving in the submission for areum’s safety. the journalist shakes her head. “jaemin you shouldn’t of listened.” areum whispers to herself, sana smirking as she whispered to the girl’s ears. “watch him die now, yuta will make him slow for you to witness.”

areum hissing in response. “you bitch.”

“oh na jaemin, oh oh oh.” yuta listing one by one as his body jumps from the upper railing landing on two feet with ease, the guy approaching to the younger man on his knees watching with the ugliest dirty look giving to the Japanese man. “please tell me you didn’t think i’d actually let areum free did you now?” jaemin gritting the teeth added he screeches forward. “you said!—”

“I said what you needed to hear, jaemin! i didn’t promise anything though.” yuta corrects forward with a manipulative smile. jaemin heavily breathing. “let her go, please.” jaemin pleading forward.

“I’ll do anything, just let areum go.” yuta watching the desperation on jaemin, his ears perk in excitement. “anything you say? what a dangerous phrase to say in front of me.”

“how far are you willing to go then? would you go as far as sacrificing your friends for areum? perhaps, her own family? or maybe…”

“yourself? would you let yourself die for this woman above you that you’re watching? how far, jaemin. how far is your love for areum going to get you?” yuta phrased many worse possibilities but none scared jaemin, the boy that never broke eye contact with areum, he whispers. “I have no limit, na yuta.”

Yuta smirks with satisfaction, leaning down and lifting jaemin on his feet as he grips the collar. “very well, i’ll kill one of your close teammates.” his eyes linger to haechan on the far left on his knees, the tan boy glaring deeply at yuta.

he was playing with their emotions as if they were his puppets, the moment the name he spoke walking to the boy he was about to kill; jaemin shouts. “Kill me instead!” haechan struggles to get off the japanese soldier keeping him down restrained, yuta stopping on the tracks.

he whispers to haechan. “you got lucky, again.” yuta cooed turning back to jaemin who was standing still with a heavy pant. “kill me, leave haechan out of this.”

the car stops behind the pack of cars that belong to him, jeno’s eyes waved to the warehouse, tropes of soldiers following behind marching in full speed with their weapons loaded, ready to shoot on any minute.

mina and jisung tagging behind as one of the boys held a gun, they snuck of somewhere else as he was given a special task with Mina.

the girl whispers. “this is a weird laser tag game, jisung.” he clears his throat. “it’s the…newest edition, anyways follow along and be quiet mina.” jisung instructs.

the silence were loud. from above the two girls watching as areum was held at a knife point, she wanted to scream however sana was this close it was hard to speak out. the yakuza leader laughing as his gun points to jaemin with no hesitation.

“very well, goodbye jaemin.”

haechan struggling one by one he shouts. “no! no! kill me.”

Yuta rolling the eyes. “shut up twat, I’m not interested in you anymore.”

as the two kids went away, the moment yuta was to pull the trigger at jaemin, jeno came in with the tropes shooting the japanese soldiers that kept his other members restrained. Yuta runs out of sight as he lingers out, jeno shooting after yuta purposely to chase the enemy out.

jaemin opening his lips in shock as he saw jeno. “jeno…?”

the man in front smirking shouting across the echoing warehouse.

Yuta couldn’t believe his eyes as he was seeing jeno; the man he shot, he remembers he shot him so how was he alive? there’s no way he could survive the sea levels as well as being shot! it doesn’t make any logical sense, yuta screeching. “lee jeno?!”

“why won’t this bastard ever die!” yuta shouts across completely frustrated, just when he thought his plan was going to finish so easily.

“I’m back from the dead, na yuta!”

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arty-shadow-morningstar · 3 years

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A Failed Betrothal (6)

Here is a new chapter for you guys. I am terrible at writing feelings and this is my best shot.😅 Tell me what you think.

[Masterlist]

(PART 1)(PART 5)

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(Words in bold is French)

“Tch, Drake is going to be busy trying to find Hawkmoth. He can’t go around Paris, being Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. Besides, he can’t be a proper boyfriend even in his most lucid moments. I will be her boyfriend instead.”

Tim was glad he didn’t take a sip of his coffee when Damian volunteered to be Marinette’s boyfriend. But he still choked on air. Jason with his limited knowledge of french was confused. Damian didn’t do what he heard, right?

“No, you can’t. Chloe already told them about Tim. If I come in with a different boyfriend, they would get suspicious. We can work on Hawkmoth while we go on those dates. Besides, I thought you don’t like me. That’s not going to sell the image of a loving couple.” Marinette pointed out. (She also doesn’t want to do this fake-date thing. Not because she likes Damian and she had always been a goner for green eyes and totally would be date him if it weren’t for some stupid curse dictating her feelings for him and fake-dating him might get her catch feelings for him and she would get her heart broken when this is all over and she would stay single forever and be a lonely old lady with hamsters and cats for company.)

“Actually, Mari-bug, I only told the class how romantic your boyfriend is. I never told them what he looked like. Just in case, Timothy couldn’t make it. I have back-up favors to cash in.” Chloe explained.

Marinette didn’t even know why she was surprised at that, this was Chloe after all.

“You have more than one American boy around our age in your debt who you intend to be my boyfriend? Sounds like you, Queenie. So that also means that Damian doesn’t have to do it if he doesn’t want to.”

“My offer still stands. I will be your ‘boyfriend’ before I have to go back. I will be more understanding than those other American boys when you have to rush out for an attack. That is to assume that they can come here or agree. In our initial meeting, I didn’t like that weak girl act you put up. Recent events have made me realize that you are a much stronger person. (Careful Damian, that sounds like a compliment.) You are a decent partner to date.(Shit. Shit. Shit. That wasn’t a compliment, right?)”

Damian couldn’t see why Dupain-Cheng would refuse such a good deal. He supposed her feelings might be still hurt from his first impression of her. He would give her an apology when they are alone and away from his brothers who would make a big deal of it.

“Fine. At least, the curse will at least make this fake couple thing more believable.” grumbled Marinette. The light pink blush on her face is not because he said she was someone he would date.

Oh right, the curse. He swore internally, it had possessed him to be Dupain-Cheng’s boyfriend. He now would have to endure the hand-holding, kissing and staring into each other’s eyes, and try to resist the curse which will be much harder now. Somehow, he didn’t regret it a little bit. It sounds more bearable with him doing those things with her than her with Drake. This was just a mutual agreement to ward off her suitors and prove to her classmates that she was off the market.

Chloe clapped her hands,“If we have everything sorted out, you can start being a good boyfriend by walking Marinette to school today. We want to be on time now.”

The others started packing up their stuff or finished what they were eating. Marinette was dragged out of the bakery by an impatient Damian. Chloe and Alix picked up what Marinette left behind and followed out. The rest soon left right after, leaving the two boys in the bakery.

“Hey, Replacement, tell me if I am wrong but did Demon Spawn willingly ask a girl out?” Jason asked, stealing a croissant from Tim.

“Try making himself the perfect candidate to be her fake boyfriend out of many choices, including me, and get her to agree to it. Now he has to go on a few romantic dates with Marinette in order to ward off this really pushy guy in her class. Demon Spawn also has a crush on her and he’s in denial of it. We are not hallucinating either. I’ve checked.” Tim replied, sipping his coffee.

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“Damian. Let go. Hey, Wayne, are you listening to me? Let me go. This is not how you treat your significant other. And you are not even going in the right direction.” Marinette all but yelled at him.

He released his grip on her. “My apologies for manhandling you but I wanted to tell you this away from everybody else.”

“What?” She asked, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

I- This is a little difficult to say for me,” Damian started. (Why were his palms sweaty? It’s just an apology. He had done it before although it was mostly because Grayson told him what he did wrong and made him do it.) “But I am sorry for calling you weak, pathetic and every other bad thing I have said about you when you have shown that you are anything but those. I was mad at myself for being caught and took it out on you.”

Her glare softened.

“Apologies accepted. The school is this way.” She said with a smile and went towards the school. Damian walked by her side, his hands in his pockets.

Marinette looked at where his hands were, “If we are going to do this fake dating thing, I suggest we hold hands.”

Damian grabbed her hand and continued walking in silence. Her hands were so small and fitted perfectly in his. Oh God, it’s the curse again. Turning him into a sap. Do not think about her hands. And the fact that she took down a man twice her size with them which was an amazing sight to watch.

“Why are you so stiff? Loosen up a little. You are with the love of your life. Smile a little.”

Damian plastered on a fake smile, “Happy?”

“It looks fake. Being a model he will be able to tell.” Marinette remarked, “Are you sure you want to do this? We can still go get Tim to be my boyfriend.”

“I can do this. Drake wouldn’t be a better choice. It doesn’t help that you are relentlessly nit-picking me. Or are you that bad of a girlfriend?” Damian couldn’t help but sniped back. “Maybe that’s why Chat Noir left you.”

He found himself back against the world and her elbow at his neck. (He would forever deny that he liked it.)

“Look here, Wayne. You know nothing about me and you shouldn’t assume that you do. Chat Noir was revoked of his status as a hero for his behaviour. If you don’t act the part properly, I am going to have my former partner, who has absolutely no sense of boundaries, harassing me in my civilian life and I have already dealt enough of his advances to last a lifetime. I have given you so many chances to get out of this which you refused and yet, you are half-assing it. So are you in this 100 percent or not? Because I am at the end of my patience right now.”

“The boy who is obsessed with you is the former Chat Noir?”

“Yes, I will explain about that later but what’s your answer?”

“I will give it my best shot but I have never pretended to be in love.”

“Were you not taught in the League?”

“There were seduction tactics shown to members when they were old enough and I left them when I was 10 but I am not sure if those skills can be applied here.”(Slamming your opponent against the wall wasn’t one of them but she was doing a great job of it so far. No. No. No. He is not his father. This is different from whatever he has with Kyle.)

She released her hold on him and grabbed his hand, leading him towards her school.

“Well then, here are the basics. Everytime you look at me, just think of your favourite things to make your smile a little more genuine. Maybe call me by a pet name if you want. Keep your touch on me like you can’t keep your hands off of me and act really reluctant when you have to let go. You will only keep them my shoulders, arms, hands and waist or I will break your hand. I will do the same. If you are going to have to kiss me, give me a warning.” He looked into her blue eyes and nodded.

“Alright.”

“Oh. I almost forgot. In case they try to question our relationship. My favourite colour is red. My favourite song is ‘Fearless’ by Jagged Stone.(I love Taylor. Sue me) And we met online a few months ago. You came all the way to Paris to see me a month ago and asked me out. We will talk more that later. Oh, I also love designing and have dreams of being a famous fashion designer.-”

Marinette rambled on which Damian found a little endearing. He looked forward to knowing more about her. He added a few comments here or there about himself (because it was only fair.) and ways to improve their cover story about their relationship.

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“We are nearly at school. Let’s start the act, Romeo.” Marinette whispered at him and looked at him with a bright smile that brought a tiny smile to his face. Okay, maybe he liked Marinette a little bit but that doesn’t mean he’s in love with her.

He moved her hand holding his to the crook of his elbow.

“Is this acceptable, my lady?”

She wrinkled her nose, (Adorable. No. Don’t go there) “This is fine. But can you not call me that? And princess too? I may have erased his memories as Chat Noir but it could be a trigger to bring them back.”

“Understandable. What about Malak?”

She blushed. Marinette had learned Arabic a while back and was very fluent in the language.

“It’s okay.” She said in a soft voice. She put her other hand on his bicep and leaned on his shoulder.

“You don’t look like a touchy-feely person so is this fine?”

“Yes.”

“Cool, let me tell you more about the atrocious lies that had passed her mouth.”

They walked into the school courtyard, arm-in-arm, for the entire school, especially Marinette’s class, to see. The perfect picture of a loving couple. Marinette’s blush from earlier was evident on her face, leaving no room for doubt about her new relationship status. (Many guys, gals and pals were upset over it.) As they both walked up the stairs, whispering and laughing about who knows what (gulliable and idiotic classmates they have to suffer learning with), two pairs of green eyes followed them.

In this case, the saying ‘green-eyed monsters’ was true. One was envious of the boy who held the girl he wanted in his arms and the other was envious of the attention the couple was receiving.

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Damian escorted Marinette to her class. He gave her a kiss on her cheek and said, loud enough for the class to hear, “Bye, Malak. I will pick you up after school for our date.”

“B-bye, Damian.”

He took her hand, gave a kiss to the back of it and departed, leaving a very red-faced Marinette behind. The rest of the class parted the way as Damian walked past.

She rushed into her seat where Chloe sat beside it, grinning like a Cheshire Cat.

“Sooooo, Mari-bug, how was your date? You two rushed out of there so quickly and left your stuff behind. So eager to spend time with your boyfriend, eh? You enjoyed it very much by the looks of it.”

“Sorry about that, Chloe. Did you bring my bag and the cheese danishes?” Marinette tried to change the topic. And she also wanted to make sure a god of destruction doesn’t go hungry and angsty during school. “Yep, here you go,” Chloe said, handing Marinette her bag and a box of cheese-flavoured snacks for Plagg, “Your mom packed some for you.”

“Marinette. Where have you been the last two days? And you came back with a boy. I am honestly worried about your behaviour.” Lila played the concerned classmate wonderfully.

“Yeah, Marinette. This is a new low, even for you.” Alya added.

Marinette readied herself to tell the cover story Damian and her worked out on the way here.

“Lila, I appreciate your ‘concern’. But the last four days have been a little hard on me so excuse me if I am a little snappy today. You see, Damian disappeared and didn’t return home after school on Friday. So when he didn’t pick up for our weekly video call, I panicked and called his family and they told me what happened. They sent me a plane to get out of Paris so I can’t get akumatized.”

“Was that why you were gone on Saturday?” Chloe asked, playing along although she already knew why Marinette wasn’t in Paris the last four days.

“Yeah. Sorry for not telling you guys. It was sorta last minute. Thankfully, he wasn’t kidnapped actually. His biological mother picked him up but never told his father that she was taking him. I just came back last night. Dami followed me to make sure I am okay.”

“What a bunch of bullcrap.” Alya said, “I don’t believe you.”

Oh. The irony... “Alya, I don’t care if you do. My life is my own business. So keep your nosy nose out of it. Your opinions don’t matter to me anymore, stranger.” Marinette internally was tired of this silly routine and wanted this to end already.

Alya wanted to pick a fight with her over the smallest things she did for the past months. She wondered why her former best friend hated her this much.

“Lila told me that you were skipping school and you paid an actor to be your pretend boyfriend.”

Pretending to not hear what Alya said, Marinette turned towards Chloe, “Hey, you never told me about how you met Tim. I can’t believe that you two are friends.”

“We met at one of those charity galas-”

“Hey, we were talking to you.” Alya cut her off. To which Chloe glared at the ombre-haired girl.

“I thought our conversation was done. What else am I supposed to say?”

Marinette was frustrated and hid that fact well, showing any reaction would give the game away. If she had reacted, it would further fuel the fire of Alya’s self-righteousness, making her believe that Marinette was somehow guilty of what Lila told her about. Lila managed to turn nearly the entire class against her by appealing to their ‘hero’ side and outbursts from Marinette and the others made them more sure of themselves of being in the right. It was so deep-rooted that nothing would sway them to logical reasoning. Maybe except Phase 2. Phase 1 was made a little easier when Talia kidnapped her and made her miss a few days of school.

Phase 2 was to not acknowledge the lies or just appear uninterested. It would illustrate the point that people don’t have to listen to them if they don’t want to. If possible, sow little seeds of doubt to the ones Lila had a looser grip on. The more people they can slowly get on their side, the better.

Alya was confused, usually Marinette would throw a ‘temper tantrum’ about how she didn’t do that and Lila lied.“I-, you should-, You should apologize to Lila.”

Marinette raised an eyebrow, “For what this time?”

“For saying that she was lying.”

“Pray tell, when did in any of our conversations so far did I do that? I mean I don’t like the fact that she just accused me with little evidence of paying my someone to be my boyfriend but I am not going to fight with anyone over it. Maybe I did do that, Maybe I didn’t. Maybe there is a good reason I did those things. The thing is Lila should keep to her own business and I will keep to mine. And as should you. I know you are a reporter at heart but you should at the very least respect my privacy.”

Alya stayed silent, fuming. Everyone was looking at them now. She realized that the designer was right and if she pushed further, she would be the bad guy.

“I thought so. Now, go away. I have nothing else to say to you. Let Chloe finish her story of how she met Tim which you so rudely interrupted.”

“Who’s Tim?” Lila asked, wanting to know more about Marinette’s boyfriend to work on an angle to get him away from the ravenette.

“Mari-Bug’s boyfriend’s older brother. Now, shoo peasants, we are talking. Anyways, Mommy took me to when I was younger so I could mingle with all the other rich kids and get connections. Timothy was there and back then, he was still with the Drakes...”

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Lila and Alya returned to their seats, both were visibly upset although Lila was seething inside. When Marinette was not at school for the last two days, the Italian thought that it was the last she had seen of her. Today, she showed up with a handsome boy on her arm and by the looks of his clothes, rich too. If she manages to get ‘Damian’ to break up with that pest and date her instead, then she would have a rich, handsome boyfriend devoted to her and that brat would be so heart-broken that an akuma so powerful would be made that even Ladybug won’t be able to defeat. A two for one deal. Lila started planning (scheming) to take her boyfriend away.

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Edit: I am so sorry. I forget to add the taglist.

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#damian x marinette #maribat #ml x dc #daminette #mlb x dc #a failed betrothal #betrothal au: take 2

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buckyownsmylife · 4 years

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put it all on me - steve rogers smut

The one where, after Steve fucks you in a bar, he takes you back to his room.

Warnings: Cum eating, oral sex (f), A LOT OF dirty talk, light degradation?, I don’t think so, but just to be sure, it’s just ‘cause Steve likes to tease the reader for her sexual desires, captain kink, talks of threesome, smut, p in v, doggy, face down, ass up, plot twist, poly!Steve, really dominant!Steve

A/N: in theory, this is supposed to be a part ii to this fic, hence the same title. But it’s easily read as a one-shot, so if you don’t want to read that little drabble, just carry on.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

The first thing Steve did when he managed to get me inside his room was strip me completely naked, and after a few minutes of forcing me to endure his burning gaze on my exposed body, fall to his knees and pull me to accept his body between my legs.

“St-Steve!” I admonished, trying to get out of the position, knowing the cum he had deposited inside of me was going to drip on his face any second now. But all I got was a harsh slap on my ass, Steve’s blunt nails carving half-moon indentations on my skin when he secured my hips, making sure to push my legs as far away as they could get before he sat me down on his mouth. “Shit, Captain! Sorry.”

“You think you can pretend to be all coy and shy now, sweetheart?” He mocked, perfect soft lips already prying my lower ones open and he used his tongue to scoop up his own cum from inside of me, catching me by surprise. I was so surprised, in fact, that I lost control of my own leg muscles, and would have fallen face-first on the floor if it weren’t for Steve still keeping me up by his grip on my hips.

“You can’t play that innocent act with me anymore, princess. Not when you let me fuck you in a bar’s bathroom. Not when you were so eager to milk me dry.” I moaned just from hearing the good old Captain America saying such nasty things from between my legs. It felt like a dream - a dirty, too-good-to-be-true dream, and I loved every second of it.

On the off chance that this whole thing had been just a figment of my imagination, I wanted to make the most out of it. I wasn’t one for lucid dreams, so I didn’t know when it would be the next time I’d get this sort of fun again.

If it was truly happening, then, that’s why I needed to cherish every single second of this experience. There was no part of me that believed I’d be able to lay with Steve freaking Rogers again after tonight. This was purely the result of hurt ego and adrenaline that was most likely still running through his body from the mission he’d been on for the last few weeks. He hadn’t had a release in a while and it was purely the combination of luck and being in the right place, at the right time, that had allowed me to cherish this opportunity. I wouldn’t fake myself into believing any differently.

Steve hummed as he tasted the combination of himself and my wetness. It felt downright depraved, and it only served to get me even wetter for him. “We taste so good together, honey. I don’t think I’ll ever want to eat my cum without yours.”

What the fuck was going on? Who was this person? I just couldn’t believe Steve was actually saying stuff like that. Through the gasps that revealed just how out of breath that situation had made me, I forced myself to let out a raspy, “You do that often?”

It made Steve laugh, still otherwise occupied with licking my wetness away, sometimes humming in a way that let me believe he truly was deeply appreciative of my taste. “You truly have no idea,” he mused, only making even more curious.

Steve’s P.O.V.

Shit, she was perfect. I was so glad her little slip up had given me the perfect opportunity to rail her in the bathroom of that bar because now that I had known how she felt and what she tasted like, there was no way I would ever let her go. And I knew just who would love this development.

“When Bucky gets home, I’m sure he’ll keep my face stuffed in your pussy, licking our remnants to clean you up before he fucks you.” This was a calculated move. I knew exactly what I was doing as I said those words and pried her lower lips open with two of my fingers, prepared to feel her clench around my tongue as she realized what I was implying.

“B-Bucky?” She repeated, and I could only chuckle against her wetness as she writhed over me. So sweet, both in taste and in personality. I can see why he had fallen for her. Such a pretty little thing, so unaware of her allure.

“Oh yeah, darling. You have no idea how badly he has wanted you.” Finally leaving her pussy to watch her face as she tried to get a grip over what I was telling, I pushed two of my fingers in her hole, listening for the sopping sounds my thrusts made as I continued my taunts.

“He’s been talking about fucking you ever since you started working at the tower, sweetheart. I was the one who originally opposed it because I didn’t think you’d be up for the things we’d like to do to you… But tonight, you’ve gone ahead and turned the tables on me, haven’t you? Thinking I was the innocent one, when you’re always walking around so cutely in dresses like the one I ripped from you,” tsking, I continued, “He would have loved you in that dress, such a shame you won’t be able to wear it anymore. But I’ll buy a new one, and then you’ll let him fuck you in it, won’t you, princess? You’ll be our good girl now, huh?” I watched her orgasm hit her right before my eyes, grinning from ear to ear as I kept my movements quick and harsh against the spot that made her try to escape me. Shame, I’d never let her go.

“You’re aching for it, aren’t you, darling? Desperate to feel both of our cocks in your tiny holes, filling you from both ends. Maybe you’ll even take two at once, huh? Can’t wait to play with you until you’re so used to our cocks we’ll just slide right in, princess.” Now my cock was throbbing, desperate to fill her up with more cum so I could just lick it all off again later. So, albeit reluctantly, I got up and grabbed her by the hips, throwing her on the bed before turning her around and raising her fantastic ass up.

“I think I’ll fuck you like this again. Keep grabbing this ass so I can leave my mark in it, just like I left my cum in you.” I slapped it once, watching it bounce as my handprint quickly appeared on her soft skin. Then, I yanked her up by her hair, just so I could whisper in her ear.

“Beg me for my cock, c’mon. Beg me to fill this pretty pussy.” I loved how every little thing I did left her whiny and out of breath, not to mention absolutely dripping on my bed. Perhaps she truly wasn’t prepared for all we’d do to her, but I could see now that leaving her completely mad with desire was more than half of the fun.

“Fuck me, Captain! Please! Please, I need your cock. I need it so bad.” The pure, unadulterated need in her voice had me groaning, and I finally stopped stroking myself to push her down again before finally spearing her with my cock. It felt like ages since our fuck in the bathroom, and feeling her tight walls struggle to adjust to my thickness was torture in the best possible way.

“I can’t wait to choke you with my cock later,” I warned as I began fucking her. It didn’t take long for her arms to falter, and she fell head first on the mattress, but I didn’t stop, simply adjusted myself so I’d be laying on top of her.

“You say that like you’ll still want me.” I snorted, biting her in warning. Although I did understand where her insecurity came from, the idea of her being nothing more than a one night stand felt so ludicrous, it was impossible to keep myself from laughing as I secured her arms by her head, slowing my movements but deepening them.

“Darling, I didn’t watch Bucky cum over and over again while screaming your name only to fuck you twice and ignore you the next day. Oh no. This is how you’re going to be now, every single day for the rest of your life: filled by me or Bucky or both of us at the same time. So you better get used to the idea, and soon.”

I rested my chin on her back, softly running my fingers through her hair so I could keep it away from her face before I pulled her back for a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss. “You’re ours now, sweetheart.”

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meltwonu · 4 years

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this chapter pairing; incubus!96z(Jun/Hoshi/Wonwoo/Woozi) x reader

genre&warnings; this is literally a 5-some djfhsd(96z gangbang hskshdksjh). incubus!seventeen, double penetration/anal, blowjobs, handjobs, cum eating, bukakke, (minor)subspace, tentacles(as if there weren’t enough cocks in this), 2woo(wonwoo/woozi) have a (minor)crying kink don’t look at me, degradation/namecalling/dumbification, dirty talk. ☠️ hooooooly jesus please dont come for me kdfks 😩😩😩

notes; *hypnagogia is that weird threshold between being awake and being asleep where some people experience hallucinations/lucid dreaming/sleep paralysis. Also i have no excuses for this one LMAOOO SKJHFKJH this is def me indulging but thats what halloween is all about right? 🥴 SINS AND DECADENCE!! So enjoy~ have a good day/night!! stay hydrated and I'll see u tomorrow!! (also I accidentally sandwiched this one in between jun and wonwoo’s indiv fics so we got 96z action 3 days in a row kjfhsdkhf)🎃👻 💕

word count; ~3500

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - x - x - x - x - x - x - x

ooh, all the girls and boys on the dance floor,

and they lose all their heads to the groove of the record;

drink a little velvet so you get into the beat,

strike a bolt of lighting and become a superfreak!

Club Hypnagogia was a small club.

A hole in the wall space tucked away on the further side of town that people tried to avoid after the sun went down. Most people knew it to be where the seedier characters tended to lurk, but the small niche knew it to be where the more supernatural characters gathered instead.

You take a sip of your drink, eyes already focused on the two males standing across the club. It wasn’t as busy tonight which came as a shock to you considering it was Halloween night, but they’d caught your eye as soon as you’d walked in and you found yourself unable to look away.

One was much taller than the other but both of them had the same sultry smirk painted on their lips and you soon found yourself already drawn to their allure as you abandon your drink and make your way across the club.

You already knew what you were in for when you stopped in front of them.

“My, my, such a pretty ‘lil thing, aren’t you?” The taller one comments.

You take in their appearances; red and black outfits that showed off their bodies and they also made no effort to hide their crimson eyes and black horns either.

“You’re Soonyoung’s plaything, correct me if I’m wrong.” The shorter one teases; lips easing into a knowing smile.

“Soonyoung’s? I thought she was Jun’s?”

Oops.

The two of them share a look, brows raised at you as you bite your lip. “Um…”

“Interesting. I take it you’re a regular around here then?” The taller one asks, stepping closer to you as you immediately feel their energy pour over you in an instant. “I---I guess you can s-say that…” You mumble.

“D’you think either of them would get mad about this, Wonwoo?”

“Dunno. Let’s find out.”

Wonwoo and Jihoon.

That’s what their names were.

They came as a set; nothing more and nothing less.

Unlike Soonyoung and Jun who always came individually, unwilling to share their time with you.

“Look at you, crying while you choke on Jihoon’s cock.” Wonwoo laughs, legs crossed as he sits in a chair across the bed. “Does Soonyoung make you cry prettily too? Or maybe Jun?” Jihoon’s hands tangle in your hair, holding you still as he thrusts into your mouth. You gag around his cock as your own fingertips rub at yourself through your panties that already stick to you like a second skin.

“She’s even touching herself while she chokes on my cock like a good fuckin’ cockslut.”

Wonwoo gets up from his seat, cropped top shifting slightly to show off his toned abs and slim waist as he joins the two of you on the king size bed. Thank god for the private rooms, you’d said.

He sizes up behind you, his hand over Jihoon’s as he holds your head still for the other male. “Bet you’re already thinking about both of our cocks inside of you at the same time, huh?” There’s a pause and a smirk from Wonwoo, “You wanna be a good plaything for us and let us use your holes like a good cock hungry slut but what are you gonna do about that mouth of yours, hmm? Nothing to keep it filled.”

Jihoon catches his drift, a smirk of his own plastered onto his features as he cuts your airways off with his cock. “Should we invite some friends? Y’know, somethin’ to keep your mouth busy?”

You feel a shiver run up your spine, head fuzzy at the lightheadedness and the thought of more hands on your already burning skin.

Jihoon pulls his cock out of your mouth as you sputter and drool. “Well?”

“Y-yes…” You croak, stray tears slipping down your cheeks as Jihoon tilts your head up to meet his stare. “What was that? Say it louder.”

“Yes, I---I want… I want m-more… I wanna choke o-on cock while the--the two of you f-fuck my c-cunt and my ass…” Tears spill down your cheek as the lust pools in you and Jihoon is quick to lean down, tongue already lapping up the salty tears. He smirks, “You’re so pretty when you cry, y’know?”

Wonwoo nods, licking his lips. “Especially when you’re begging about wanting more cocks in your pretty body.”

“Christ, the two of you are somethin’ else.” A voice chips in. You sniffle, turning your head slightly to see Soonyoung and Jun standing by the door.

You whimper their names as they step closer to the large bed, both also adorning the same knowing smirk that Wonwoo and Jihoon had when you’d seen them for the first time.

“I’ll admit, I’m not particularly good with sharing but my, are you a sight for sore eyes. Sandwiched between two incubus and still wanting more. Tsk, and I thought I was enough for you.” Soonyoung smirks, fingertips reaching out to cup your tear-stained cheeks.

Jun joins you on the bed, leaning up against the headboard. “I will say, you’re quite the risk-taker for a human. Wanting to get fucked by all four of us at once. Care to give us a reason why we even should?”

You let out a choked sob, lips chapped. “I--it’s ‘cause… I--” The words die on your tongue, slightly embarrassed.

Wonwoo takes the hint, chuckling under his breath. “Lemme guess, human males don’t do it for you, do they? They don’t know what you want. Or rather, when you tell them, it scares them off. You want to be treated like a plaything, holes stuffed full of cock ‘n cum until your brain is just a pile of mush, right? You like it when we use our abilities to make you feel good, our tentacles when they wrap around your pretty throat or when they fuck your ‘lil ass with our cocks shoved deep inside your cunt filling you to the brim with cum until it’s spilling out of you. You’re an ‘freak’ to normal standards. Tell me if I’ve hit the nail on the head, or if I should keep going.”

Your fingers still tucked between your legs press hard into your clit at his filthy words, shaky eyes unsure of who to look at first.

“Y--yes… You’re r-right...” You whisper quietly.

Soonyoung leans in, lips ghosting against yours.

“Then let’s indulge.”

You were used to Soonyoung and Jun both using their ‘abilities’ for added pleasure; almost addicted to the way they each knew exactly what you wanted and needed.

“Hey, fuck, it’s my turn!” Soonyoung grumbles, trying to bat away Wonwoo’s fingers that were knuckle deep in your pussy.

This was precisely why he never liked sharing.

You were on your hands and knees in the middle of the bed, lips wrapped around Jun’s cock and one hand wrapped around Jihoon’s as you worked them both. Wonwoo and Soonyoung were both behind you, arguing as Wonwoo thrusted his index and middle finger into your tight cunt.

“Cripes, Soonyoung, give us a break. And anyway, who says we both can’t finger her pussy at the same time.” Soonyoung’s annoyed expression turns into one of agreement; spitting on his fingers before he positions them next to Wonwoo’s. He sinks them in and you moan around Jun’s cock at how full you felt with four of their fingers fucking you open and getting you read to take their cocks.

You squeeze Jihoon a little harder when you feel a tentacle slithering across your torso, wrapping itself around your midsection to keep you upright as another two wrap themselves around your breasts. The sensations are almost too much for you to handle, but you try your best to stave off your orgasm for now.

“Hmm, we have her cunt filled up but what about her cute ‘lil ass, huh? Give her what she wants already.” Jun comments. You clench around Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s fingers, whimpering when you feel them both spit onto the puckered rim.

This time, a smaller tentacle slithers up your leg until you feel it prodding at your ass and Jun pulls you off of his cock, licking his lips at the precum and drool that drips onto the sheets under you. “Let’s hear it, princess. How much do you want it?”

Your grip momentarily loosens around Jihoon when Wonwoo and Soonyoung both curl their fingers right into your g-spot. “Pl-please... I--I want… I want you to---to fuh--fuck me… use, ah, my h-holes like I’m your--your toy…”

Jihoon laughs in amazement, “Shit, you’re fuckin’ cute. I could get used to you.”

Jun rubs the head of his cock against your lips, smearing the precum on them before you part your lips for him once more.

You start a rhythm again, letting Jun fuck your mouth and running your hand up as down Jihoon’s cock as you fuck yourself on Wonwoo and Soonyoung’s fingers. The tentacle slowly eases past the rim of muscle and you moan around Jun’s cock at the fullness you feel when it starts fucking into you as well.

“Hmm~ Look at our 'lil dumb cumslut. Filled up just like she wanted. Must be so happy, huh?” Soonyoung teases.

The urge to cum is strong and you feel your self control starting to slip quicker and quicker, unable to warn any of them when your body suddenly seizes up in between them all.

“Oh~ She’s cumming~” Wonwoo singsongs; wiggling his fingers inside of you as your walls flutter around his and Soonyoung’s fingers.

In an instant, they all pull away from you, watching as your body slumps to the sheets and your whole body trembles. Your fingertips go numb, head muddled at the intensity of your orgasm that you seem to momentarily black out.

“Fuck, she’s so pretty when she cums~”

Your eyes clamp shut with unshed tears and you can’t even tell who’s speaking anymore, but the tentacle wrapped around your waist slowly starts to lift you back into your previous position as you whine in sensitivity.

“Since it’s our first time with our new plaything, why don’t Jihoon and I have the honours?”

“Just say you wanna fuck her ass, Wonwoo, it’s fine.” Jun retorts.

Wonwoo shrugs in return, a cocky smirk on his lips. “Okay, I wanna fuck her ass and Jihoon wants to fuck her cunt. The two of you have already gotten to play with her so it’s our turn, isn't it?” He turns to Jihoon who nods, head tilted in mock thought. “Seems fair to me, ‘Woo.”

Soonyoung and Jun both narrow their eyes at the other males, lips pursed. “Fine.” They comment in unison.

“See, the two of you are capable of sharing.”

“Shut up, Wonwoo.”

You feel yourself being readjusted as Jihoon slides underneath you; hand wrapped around his cock as he positions it at your entrance.

You take a shaky breath, lowering yourself down onto him as you brace your shaky hands on his chest. “Oh, f-fuck…” It takes a moment for you to adjust to his size, clenching around him in a vice grip. “You’re s-so big…” Whimpering, the other three watch on as your, still, sensitive body sits pretty on Jihoon’s waist.

Their hands itch to get onto you; eyes fixated on the way you start to swivel your hips on Jihoon’s lap. “Shit, she’s so tight and wet around my cock…” Jihoon mumbles, hands on your waist to replace the tentacles that’d disappeared again.

“Fuck, okay, please tell me I can fuck you already too.” Wonwoo groans, hand wrapped around his own cock as he jerks himself off behind you.

“P---please, Wonwoo…”

He pushes you down until you’re chest to chest with Jihoon, exhaling harshly when he sees how stretched out your cunt was around the other male’s cock. “Fuck, baby, d’you even think you can take me?” He teases.

You let out a series of whines, shaking your hips slightly when Wonwoo rubs the head of his cock at the tight ring of muscle. “Yes, p-please, it’s--it’s, hah, not my first t-time, you don’t have--have to, ah, treat me l-like glass...” He lets out a small scoff, slowly easing his cock in.

“Okay, but you fuckin’ said it, princess. Once me and Jihoon start fuckin’ you ‘til you break, you can’t complain, okay?”

You nod your head shakily, groaning at the feeling of them both inside of you when Wonwoo finally bottoms out. “Fuckin’ do i-it then, make it s-so I only k-know your cocks, fuckin’ ruin m-me…” You slur out.

Soonyoung whistles in surprise as Jun’s eyes widen. “Shit, do you think we influenced her too much with our energy?” The latter asks, only slightly concerned. Soonyoung kneels to your side, tilting your head up until your lust filled eyes meet his.

“How’re you feeling, baby? Too much?” He asks, leaning down once to kiss you on the lips before he pulls away. “I--I feel g-good… really r-really good…” You swivel your hips, letting the two other males you wanted them to move. And they quickly take the hint as Wonwoo draws his hips back before he thrusts back into you as Jihoon cants his hips up into you at the same time, making you cry out at the way they filled you at the same time.

“Fuh--fuck, please…” You beg, unsure of what you even wanted now that you were close to satisfied. Soonyoung tilts your head back towards his cock, tapping your cheek with the head of it as he smears his precum against your skin.

“Open.”

Your lips part and you stick your tongue out, letting Soonyoung fuck your open mouth as you gag around him. You feel the tentacle come slithering back, wrapping itself around your midsection again just as Jun’s fingertips wrap around your wrist.

“Figured I should help you a little, hmm? Can’t have you falling over Jihoon now, can we?” Chuckling, he brings your hand towards his cock as you slowly wrap your hand around him. You let Soonyoung tangle a hand in your hair as you get used to the feeling of all four of them in and around you.

“She’s such a good ‘lil plaything. Can’t believe neither of you shared before.” Jihoon jokes; reaching up to pinch one of your nipples as you moan around Soonyoung.

“It’s ‘cause her fuckin’ cunt is too good to share. I was being selfish on purpose.” Soonyoung grits out. Laughing, Jun thrusts into your closed fist, “Hey, I was maybe willing to share. Neither of you bothered to ask.”

“Neither of us knew she was this fuckin’ good, genius.” Wonwoo retorts. He places his hands on your ass, blunt nails digging into your skin as he alternates his thrusts with Jihoon. “But hey, now that we do, I guess she’ll be seeing more of us, huh?”

You clench around him and Jihoon, whimpering around Soonyoung, and gripping Jun just a little tighter at the thought of seeing them again.

You could get used to that.

“Guess she likes the idea.” Jihoon mutters. “Although, it seems like Soonyoung’s still a little reluctant.”

A certain warmth pours over you, eyes fluttering shut at the sensations overwhelming your body. Your head feels fuzzy and unfocused; body feeling weightless as they continue to fuck into you. This was definitely more than your usual encounters with Soonyoung or Jun.

The head of Jihoon’s cock grazes against your g-spot and you whine around Soonyoung; thrusting your hips back as you chase the feeling. You do your best to keep your hand on Jun as well, tightening your fist around him as a high pitched whine spills from his lips.

You’re unsure of how much time has passed, only able to focus on the way they all fall into a rhythm that keeps you wanting more.

You needed to cum again.

Wonwoo and Jihoon can feel the way you tighten around them both, doubling their pace as they, too, chase their highs.

Jun’s fingertips circle your wrist, tugging you off of him as he goes to lean against the headboard again. “Hey, Soonyoung, let’s let them have their moment.” He grins, wrapping a hand around his cock as he watches. Soonyoung grunts but nods in agreement, slipping his cock from between your lips as you sputter and catch your breath.

“How’re you feeling, princess?” Soonyoung asks.

“H--huh?” You blink slowly, hazy eyes unable to focus on the male.

“My, my, I think we really did fuck her into our dumb ‘lil cockslut.” Wonwoo laughs, fucking into you faster now that Soonyoung and Jun had eased off. “Isn’t that right? Just a dumb set of holes for us to fuck and play with.”

“Y-yeah…” You whisper; head rolling as Soonyoung rests next to Jun against the headboard. Your body buzzes as you let Wonwoo and Jihoon fuck into you at a harsh pace, losing their rhythm as they feel their impending orgasms.

“I’m gonna cum, f-fuck, cum with us, princess. Let us feel how fuckin’ tight you get for both of us while we fill you up with cum.” Jihoon growls, fingertips reaching down to rub at your clit.

The action proves to be too much as you cum on his command, lips parting in a high pitched cry while you clamp down on both of them. Their hips stutter as they follow suit, cocks snug inside you as they ride out their highs with you. The tentacle wrapped around your waist disappears again in the midst of your orgasm and you feel your body go slack; arms and legs trembling as you do your best to not fall onto Jihoon.

“Hoo~ Isn’t that a sight, Jun? She’s so fucked out of her mind right now, she can barely even hold herself up.”

You let go of the breath you didn’t realize you were holding, riding out the remnants of your orgasm as Wonwoo starts to pull out of you.

A garbled moan floats past your lips at the feeling and you can’t help but thrust your hips back as you chase for him to fill you up again.

“Chist, she’s insatiable.” Wonwoo quips, eyes hyper-focused on the cum that drips down from your ass. He wraps a strong arm around your midsection after a moment, helping you up as Jihoon slides out from underneath you.

You sit with your legs folded outwards, cum pooling underneath you onto the sheets. It feels warm and sticky; pin pricks on your skin as you sit in the afterglow of your orgasm.

“Our turn~” Jun singsongs, gesturing to Soonyoung who gets up from his place, quicker than lightning.

They each kneel on either side of you, hands wrapped around their own cocks as they jerk themselves off above you. “Tongue out, princess.” Soonyoung groans.

You sit directly in between them as they cum, both of them covering your face and chest in rivulets of the warm, salty substance. It trickles down your hair, to your cheeks and mingles on the bed of your tongue as you grind down onto the sheets underneath you. Their moans draw you in and make you crave more, brows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as a wave of arousal floods your system again.

They all can tell as soon as it happens; eyes flashing a blood red as they, too, gain a new wave of energy from your actions.

Soonyoung and Jun scoot further away as their orgasms ebb off and all four of them pause to admire your body covered in cum.

You draw your tongue back in, swallowing the mix of Soonyoung and Jun’s cum and it’s the latter who leans back in; fingertips swiping at the cum that covers your eyelids. He brings the soaked digits to his lips, licking them clean as you gently open your eyes.

The first thing you see is all four of them in a half circle around you; the same dreamy smile plastered on all of their faces.

Your cheeks burn crimson as the shyness overtakes you with all of their eyes on you at once.

“Um…” You don’t even know what to say next, instead waiting on one of them to take the lead.

Jihoon’s the first one to scoot forward, gentle hands pushing you back down until your back rests against the soiled sheets. He parts your shaky legs, this time leaning over you as he grins.

“Well, we’ve got all night, princess. How about we indulge a little more?”

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Yugioh S5 Ep 20: Yugi’s Senshi Outfit

So I’ve been doing a lot of work, and I haven’t looked at the blog for a hot minute and when I finally checked back in to do these posts I noticed something on my tumblr was just blowing up. I got all excited thinking “oh shoot, Did I draw something right??” and instead, it was a random post I made about the bootspants from season 1. Three years later, resurrected from the grave and covered in...thousands of notes? I don’t understand how this website works.

Anyways, the comments are mostly good, but a little bit wild. A lot of people seem to think I would know what Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure is, when I’m an adult who is still watching the first 5 seasons of Yugioh. (I will never have time to watch Jojo,) and then some other people started talking about Actual Card Mechanics that went...completely beyond my comprehension. But then there was one person. One person who said one thing, and brought it all together.

Poots.

The boots that are pants.

Poots.

I can’t believe I looked at all the different combinations, but a Poots never crossed my brain.

It is so perfect, so cathartic, although it took 3 years to get there.

Poots.

Anyways, we’re in S5 and unfortunately not in poots anymore, Yugi is now dressed in a tupperware container from hell and they have wandered into a desert. On cue, Grandpa has an injury, but at least this time it’s not his ass.

You know how there’s artists who do hyper-realistic versions of pokemon monsters with detailed bone structure and muscle anatomy? I dare them to look at this orb and tell me how the hell it has wings. Like go ahead and try and pin a spine down on that thing. I’ll wait.

(read more under the cut)

So Joey decides to sprint down this endless desert with just boundless positivity.

Over the edge of this sand dune is a whole bunch of huts,just random civilization out in the middle of no where.

One girl walks over and it’s a look.

She’s really the only one here who can talk, and she just seems...so incredibly bored to be here. A whole lot of Wednesday Addams energy. She leads them into a hut where an old guy pulls a scroll out of blue fire. As you do.

Again, this arc should have been a video game, because while it’s something to get the player interested if there’s some riddle they have to solve to progress, when you’re watching a TV show, it’s not like I’m the one solving the riddle. The format is honestly one of the downers of this arc, tbh.

It has strong “I played a D+D sesh and made a webcomic out of it vibe” and I know I just called out like half of you, but listen, I will not take it back.

This episode, our gimmick is some asshole is going to be yelling at us from the other end of the map, just shouting in the background for the entirety of the episode like that tangible human skull meme.

Then Wednesday Addams hands over yet another MacGuffin because why not?

Tea can twin it up with Yugi now. Her necklace doesn’t seem haunted, but it’s only a matter of time. (also her necklace looks so freakin terrible, we’ll see it later and I’ll have a lot more to say because wtf it looks like some sort of polly pocket.)

I’m not 100% that the voice that shouts at us from the end of the hall this episode is Mokuba’s voice actress. But I’m 99% positive it is, or Mokuba’s voice is just really that type of vibe.

Stuff happens, and it felt like card duel stuff, so I’m gonna skip over the part where they pulled out their duel monsters one by one, since the fight was pointless anyway because the worms can turn you into stone. So Yugi and Pharaoh decide to have a chat about it because their plan is clearly not working.

This is when Pharaoh has a vivid lucid daydream, which seems like something that would have been more convenient before he ended up turning into stone on the floor of some desert. But, hallucinations never come when they’re convenient on this show. They usually come during card games, tbh.

Imagine with me that you’re dreaming of like...an old ass greek guy who is 99% Alexander the Great. Imagine he tells you to fuse with a sentient paper card that you already carry around in a weird capsule.

Please

For the love of all that is holy

Do not think about what it means to fuse with the Dark Magician.

Dark Magician is...he “exists” but he’s like not even a person. There seem to be whole fleets of dark Magicians, which are all the same guy, just cloned, right? Or maybe they’re a family? Or like...I don’t freakin know. Like they’re all hanging out together in some card dimension so it’d be more like fusing with the guy who dresses like Barney the dinosaur instead of actually Barney. Like he’s more of like a concept than a dude, but apparently you can just introduce him to your...whatever this armor is supposed to be, and Dark Magician turns into a Super Suit.

I want to express my thanks to the Yugioh team for not putting Yami in his underoos. Hell, they didn’t even take off his jacket. I do not know what art directer ok’d this for animation and said “yeah, this won’t kills us if we animate it.” but that is a hell ton of lines and design right there. Yeah they have 3d, and probably had to 3d that staff...but that doesn’t mean you don’t end up drawing it, in the end--you still have to draw over your 3d. You still have to draw literally everything.

Anyway, when we get to the eye of the storm. The secret to getting there was that you have to fly, which again--3/5 of these guys already have a monster that can fly. We can finally tell the voice at the end of the hall to stop yelling because it’s really bothering all the townspeople, and then move on with the quest.

Everyone else was stone during this. So when they un-petrified they kinda looked over at Yugi and were like “how freakin long was I out???”

But youknow, Yugi’s 2 people, so it’s fine. So long as you don’t get down to the third bastard still sitting around in there.

After this, our NPCs vanish, and the show pushes us directly forward. No time for them to piss off a land turtle or set a bunch of wolves on fire. Just get out of the desert and freakin go.

I’m just so bothered by this random ass huge chunky necklace.

It’s like the size of your freakin fist. And it’s just...a pentagon. Congrats Tea, you have a fake ass plastic necklace. I guess it’s so that when we’re far away we can still see it on her chest but like...This show loves huge ass necklaces, and they’re all basic ass shapes. We got a pyramid, the Kaiba’s wear squares, Bakura wears a circle with kind of phallic bits hanging off of it and this is just...it’s literally just a pentagon.

I guess Ishizu wore a wadjet and Duke has an indecipherable clown as his necklace. But man...the Yugioh necklace game is just a lot of shapes.

And so we continue on with this filler arc, which is also a pokemon arc, and even secretly has a Sailor Moon arc just stuffed in there for funsies. This arc is weird.

Also, I brought up the human skull so I legally have to post this.

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Anyway, here’s a link to read these in chrono order, in case you just got here: https://steve0discusses.tumblr.com/tagged/yugioh/chrono

And I’m off to drink a bin of ice water because it is 5 billion degrees right now in this house.

#ygo #yugioh #yu gi oh #episode recap #photo recap #S5 #Ep 20 #yugi muto #yami #grandpa muto #tea gardner #and her new accessory #tristan taylor #joey wheeler #and that time that Yami fused with dark magician and we all acted like that wasn't extremely weird

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Safe In My Arms

(Loooong-ass Oneshot)

Pairing: Curtis Everett x (cis)Fem!Reader (Snowpiercer)

Words: 13.3k (I don't know how this happened)

Type: Angst (sorry) leading to smut to fluff. Happy ending.

Chapter/Trigger Warnings- Kink List: Smut. 18+ Please. Angst. Minor adult+underage character deaths. Talks of not wanting pregnancy and abortions. Foreplay. Oral sex. Unprotected sex (This is fanfiction. Please be safe). Daddy kink (not full on ddlg). Dirty talk. Orgasm denial. Multiple orgasms. Cockwarming. Rough sex. A little bit degrading. Kinda sub/dom. Aftercare.

A/N: This is my submission for @nsfwsebbie’s dream fic challenge. Thank you so much for hosting this challenge, and I am terribly sorry I was so late to submit this. I had gotten @sweater-daddiesdumbdork 's dream fic prompt. I was so happy when I'd received your prompt, specially for Curtis. I have said it before and I'll say it again that your version of Curtis is the best I've read till date. I can't deny that how I see Curtis now is heavily inspired by your works. You had technically answered my requests twice earlier and nothing had made me happier. Hope this is good for you too.

*flashback in italicised part.

Curtis trudged through the narrow pathway between the bunks. The smell of death and despair was acrid in the air, burning his lungs, mind and heart as he inhaled it. He tried not to think about it, not to pay attention to the rancid mood and downcast faces he passed by, but it was ingrained in the atmosphere. It was everywhere. Painful. Hurting. Even for those who weren't directly affected. Such was the horrendous crime done. Again.

His long, hurried steps carried him to his destination. The one place he knew he'd always find respite from the madness going around him. The one place he knew he could forget, for good. The one place he could feel safe, and feel as if capable enough to save the rest. The one place which had become his home. You.

Funny how he thought that that day was going to be any good. Not that any day had been good ever since he had boarded the train. No matter what or how much of anything good that happened, there was always something bad, if not worse, happening to bring down the morale.

Relatively though, - because isn't always things about relativity? - some days were good. Especially with you at his side, or him at yours. It was the company, the promise to go through anything and everything by each other's sides no matter what, supporting and comforting each other through it all that kept him sane, gave him hope. Hope for something good despite the shortcomings of the train. Hope to be optimistic enough to hope for good things to come his and your way.

The day had started like any other. Him waking up snuggled to your side, you body pressed warmly against his. The loving kisses, the pretty smiles. And then there was the teasing as he and you stood in line for the morning rations.

You stood in front of Curtis, waiting patiently, moving forward step by step for the pathetic excuse of breakfast they called protein blocks. Your meal was still far, a long line of other tail-end passengers in front you, waiting for their chance as hungrily as you were. There was hunger present in you all right, but it wasn't just for unfavourable grim ruby red blocks. You were hungry for something much more delightful and pleasing, tangy and yet sweet, something much more delicious than anything you could have had.

Subtly - or at least trying to be - you pressed yourself against the solid mass of the man behind you, your hips naturally settling in front of his crotch. You ground your backside against him, knowing the reaction it would elicit from him. He wasn't stimulated right then, but it didn't take long for his half hard member to poke you, resting snugly in between your ass cheeks.

Grinning gleefully, you doubled your efforts. His hand shot forward in an instant, trying to stop you. Your grin turned into one of victory, knowing how much he was loving and hating it at the same time, unable to drag you back to your bunk and give you what you wanted right then. You didn't stop though.

Curtis squeezed your arm in warning. Your hips kept rocking back and forth on his. He bent down and spoke into your ears, his hot breath tickling your skin, "Y/N, stop it."

You turned your head to glimpse at him over your shoulder, the barest of hints of a devious smile on your face. "What? Are you telling me you don't like it?" Your hips wiggled in accordance with your words, drawing out a low groan from his lips. The sound enough to make your core warm.

"I think I'm liking it a bit too much, honey." He said, trying to remain inconspicuous as he bucked his hips into yours. His hardness pressed into you, showing you just how much he liked it. "So you gotta stop now, Y/N, for your own good."

"Or what?"

His lips brushed along the edge of your ear, whispering in that sinful voice of his as his hand circled around your waist, pulling you closer to him, "Or you're gonna regret it later, baby girl."

"You promise?" Though he couldn't see you fully, the smirk on your face was evident in your voice. Curtis couldn't help but let a smirk capture his own expression, his mind running through all kinds of scenarios which he would bring later for you. Only for you.

It had taken a while for his boner to go down, and what an absolute hell of a while had it been for Curtis. Thankfully, his thick black overcoat had protected his tenting pants from prying eyes.

You, on the other hand, had a glint in your eyes that morning as your gaze had followed him that morning. Every twitch he made, every time he squeamishly tried to adjust his pants to ease the pain and tightness his member felt, you'd let out a giggle. His eyes would snap towards you every time he heard your melodious voice, the promise of later shining bright in his eyes.

A while later, Curtis came to you to inform you that he'd be busy with Gilliam and the rest for quite sometime, discussing the revolt they were planning, so that you wouldn't have to wait up for him if he took a long while. You wished him luck, kissing him sweetly, praying that plans would become successful this time around. Curtis stole another kiss, for added good luck, of course, before disappearing behind the heavy curtains.

It had only been a short while, no more than fifteen, maybe twenty minutes - if your sense of time hadn't deceived you - when the guards came in. Not to distribute rations this time. That alone was enough to send shivers of dread down your spine. Guards appearing anytime except for when scheduled was not a good sign. Never had been, and you doubted it ever would be.

All the passengers were made to gather and stand as they would have during a head count. The kids were called forward next. Alarms rang loud and lucid in your head. Your breaths heaved and your palms got sweaty.

The parents asked why their kids were getting grouped separately. The guards said that it was nothing more than a medical inspection, something about The Benevolent Wilford wanting to assure all the children under his roof had proper development. You couldn't help the surge of panic that rose within you, your guts coiling into knots. Even the mere suggestion of Wilford caring about the tailenders in the slightest was enough to raise eyebrows. You knew better than to trust their words.

Your head turned back, your eyes roaming over the faces behind you in search of the one man you needed beside you. To hold you, comfort you. To whisper sweet assurances, even if they were false. Curtis approached the far end of the crowd, McGregor, Gilliam and the others who had been in the meeting behind him. Not sparing a moment, Curtis made his way towards you as soon as his gaze found yours and held your hand tightly in his, giving you the comfort you were looking for. Only that time, you feared, it wasn't going to be enough for what was awaiting ahead.

The automated gates opened and in came a woman. A woman in a yellow… raincoat? Her cold eyes swept over the lot of you unimpressively, like you and those around you were nothing better than the dirt beneath her shoes, before turning to the children. Calculating eyes gazed over the innocent souls in the most unnerving of ways, so much so that even feet apart you could feel the discomfort the children felt.

She pointed to a handful of kids. The guards didn't hesitate to grab them and shove them towards the woman, forcefully if they were reluctant. She pulled out a measuring tape from one of her hidden pockets and started measuring the kids. Her painted lips spread as she smiled like a crocodile when she finally reached and measured the height of a six year old boy, Dean, you recognised. Her eyes lit up like a Christmas tree when she noticed his twin, Sam, beside him. Two boys with the same, perfect height for what was needed.

She took their hands in hers but Dean, you differenced from their clothes, sharply pulled back. He proceeded to snatch his brother's hand away too but the woman in yellow was faster. She quickly took a hold of Dean's hand and tightened her grasp, her long nails digging into his soft baby skin. Dean visibly winced, not liking the strange woman's touch on himself and his brother, or the fact that she was trying to drag in a direction completely foreign to them. Away from their father, from the only home they had ever known.

"Daddy!" The green eyed boy cried, tears ready to slip down his chubby cheeks. He tried to shake the woman's hold off himself, but it was no use. Sam was much the same beside him. Struggling to get free and run back in the arms of his dad but the woman wouldn't let go.

Protests from various passengers had already begun to rise in numbers, fast and loud. John, the boys' father, hurried after his kids but the guards stopped him from getting anywhere near them. He screamed and shouted at the woman in yellow to give him his boys back, but she only paid him a smirk over her shoulder as she walked away with what little was left of his life.

What followed next happened in mere seconds - too soon for you to realise what actually had been happening right then, but you knew the scars of which you would be carrying for a long time.

John quickly got into action, hitting the guards holding him back efficiently and instantly like the trained soldier he was. It was common knowledge that he was in the Marines when the Earth was still inhabitable. However, that had been well over a decade ago. He still had the fight, especially when his only family was at risk. But unlike the guards, he hadn't been keeping up to date with his skills.

It was the guards turn to shout and warn him to calm down, pointing their guns. John was beyond the point to care for his own life when his boys were being snatched away from him in front of his eyes. He managed to knock out a couple of guards before another shot him right through his heart. His momentum caused him to fall down on his knees before his lifeless body hit the floor with a thump, red staining the metallic floor gradually. Shocked gasps filled the coach.

The twins had been unfortunate enough to witness it. Their father, dead on the floor. The man who had raised them, gone, forever. Just like their mother, who died giving birth to them.

The brothers shrieked and wailed, fat tears rolling down their horrified eyes. They struggled harder to free themselves, but all their efforts went in vain. Desperate cries of Daddy escaped their lips, a slight ounce of hope in their naive souls that their father would rise and rescue them from whatever their fate awaited. Alas, their words only fell on dead ears.

In all the commotion and with the guards disarrayed, a little blonde girl slipped past the men and ran after the boys. "Sam, Dean!" She called out to them, her small legs carrying the four years old in short strides to the brothers. Jo, you recognised, was pretty close to the boys. They were practically raised together, like family.

Jo had already lost her own brother from what she knew was called a fever. She wasn't ready to lose any more of her brothers. She was little, but she wasn't dumb. She once the tailenders crossed the metal gates, they never came back. Her mother lunched forward to grab her baby girl back in the safety of her arms, but the guards stopped her from going any further, no matter how hard she tried. Ellen wailed, "Jo, baby, come back! Please!"

The little girl paid no heed to her mother as she ran towards the boys, only one goal in her head. She needed to rescue the boys no matter what. The brothers cried again with renewed panic for the girl to get back to her mother. To safety. They feared she would meet the same end as their father did. They really couldn't handle knowing that they survived while the rest of their family lay dead.

Jo's short legs carried her far but not far enough. Another guard caught up to her eventually. He picked her up and carried her back to her mother. She protested, screaming her throat hoarse to let her go, to let her get to her brothers and save them, but nothing came out of it.

The guard dropped her unceremoniously a great distance away from the boys and barked at her to get back to her mother. But hell would freeze over before little Jo stopped being stubborn. She got up and again started running towards the boys despite the pain in her hip from the fall. The guards intervened again, pushing her back so hard she fell again. Yet she shot up and the whole process repeated itself.

The guard finally took a hold of her, keeping her restrained in his arms. Jo kicked her legs in the air and punched his chest and wiggled to get free, but her strength was no match to that of a full grown man. She then bit him on his exposed arm, hard. He loudly exclaimed profanities extremely unfit for a child her age and dropped her. She attempted to run again, until she couldn't.

You were standing rather far back from the scene. A number of tall men and women stood in front of you, and you could only watch over their shoulders what the rest were being witnesses to. You heard it before you saw it. The shot.

Jo wasn't running anymore. She laid lifeless on the floor, much like John, only a few feet farther. Blood oozed from her wounded chest, forming a puddle of red around her small body.

They had shot a child. Just like that.

A child. Dead.

The brothers were well out of sight by then, but you suspected they had heard the gunshot by then. Ellen cried in agony as she watched her second child die in the train. The only family she had was gone. All gone, only in a mere few seconds.

Ellen couldn't cope up with the heart-wrenching pain she felt of losing her second child, her any and only family gone. She turned to the guard who was pointing his gun at her to warn her to stand down. The anguished mother grabbed the nozzle of the gun with both her hands and brought it to her forehead before she closed her eyes for the last time and said, "Kill me."

He did.

Walking with a fixed destination in mind, Curtis only stopped when he saw Tanya. His friend was clutching little Timmy to her chest, her arms tight and secure around her a couple months old son. Timmy was crying far too loudly than should have been possible for a small boy his size, and the mother was rubbing his back comfortingly, singing lullabies to him in her sweet melodic voice.

Tanya was tensed not only because her son was too and she didn't know how to calm him down. It was evident that the day's events had affected her deeply. It had provoked thoughts in every parent regarding the future, the safety of their children. His heart aching for his friend, Curtis slowly approached her bunk and laid a comforting hand on her shoulder, "Hey Tanya, you alright? How's our little Timmy doing here?"

She looked up at Curtis from where she was sitting, "It's all well, Curtis. It's been a long day. Timmy's just worked up."

"And you?"

Tanya looked at Curtis for a moment, knowing what he was referring to. She unconsciously held her tighter against herself, refusing to let any negative thoughts take place in her mind. "As I said Curtis, it's been a long day. I'm tired, that's all. Nothing new."

Tanya didn't meet his gaze as she said that, knowing he'd catch the lie on her face instantly. She didn't want to think about it, let alone talk aloud about what happened that day. It'd only make all the horrors that much real, impossible to ignore. For then, she could blissfully forget the day's events and go back to being in her bubble with her child, hoping to grow old and die before her child did.

Curtis curtly nodded, somewhat understanding her reluctance to talk about the day. He desperately wanted to get back to you, to hold you in his arms and forget about the world, but he also didn't want to leave his friend alone with a crying kid who refused to cool down. He affectionately ruffled Timmy's baby hair, "Want me to take care of him for a while? I could keep him entertained, walk him up and down the aisle."

She smiled at him as she shook her head, "It's alright, Curtis, really. Timmy's being more difficult than usual, but it's nothing I can't handle. You should go check on Y/N though. I saw her earlier and she didn't look too good. She needs you," Tanya gave Curtis a once over, "And it looks like you need her too."

Curtis gave her a small smile before he continued walking down the aisle. As he made his way towards you, he avoided making eye contact with anybody he passed, only wanting to get to you as soon as possible. He carried on with his long strides, eager for the day to end.

Looking for the familiar mark to indicate his bunk, relief started settling inside him when Curtis found it, the scrap of an orange ribbon, frayed at the edges, tied around a metal pole at the head of his bunk. It was a token to show that the bunk belonged to him and you. Your own little place amongst all the rest. A surrogate to a nameplate, showing all the others that it was your home, your own little heaven in this hell, spelling Everetts if it physically could have.

You weren't actually his wife, but might as well have been by the traditions of the train - which was really just everybody acknowledging that the two of you were together, forever. You were his and he was yours. Inseparable until the end of your times. You were each other's homes.

Nearing his bunk, he found you the same way he had found you for the nearly seven years you'd been together. On your side, your back to the aisle, you were curled in around yourself, inside your own bubble, waiting for Curtis to come and join you. Waiting for him so that the two of you could get lost in each other once again, forgetting that the world was amiss and the train nothing better if not worse. Pretending that everything was fine if not rainbows and sunshine, even if just for a night, before you had to wake up the next day and face reality. Again.

Shrugging off his coat, Curtis pulled himself up to his place beside you before placing the coat over your bodies as a makeshift blanket. The curtains were drawn closed as much as possible, little streaks of light still entering and falling on the train wall through the little holes and rips.

His hand slowly crept around your waist. He pulled you closer, his hand comfortably tight around your middle and his chest firm against your back as you sunk into him. Shifting your hair out of the way, Curtis lovingly kissed your shoulder as his legs tangled with yours, his welcomed warmth seeping into you, letting you know that you were safe and sound and protected against any evil in the world.

A smile automatically overtook your face as your when you felt his presence. Your hand left the pendent around your neck you were idly playing with and rested against his hand instead. You laid like that for a while, basking in each other's hold, cheering for the fact that you were done for the day.

The need to pretend, to be strong, to feel responsible, to keep a calm mind at any and all times for everyone was over. You only had to look after yourselves then. You could be frail, vulnerable, and uncertain of everything in the future ahead together, except for the fact that he would be with you and you would be with him. Always. And the knowledge of that alone was enough to strengthen the two of you together, to keep you going, to keep the fire of fighting ablaze inside you. Two uneven pieces making a whole.

But for then, if only for a few hours, you wanted to forget everything else. You wanted to be blissfully ignorant of all that was wrong with the world, with the train. For then, you only wanted to focus on what was right in front of you without any worries on your head. You only wanted to focus on the warm and fuzzy feelings inside you as Curtis laid behind you, holding you in his arms, your limbs entangled with his.

You turned around in the little space, facing Curtis. One of your hands was draped over his form while the other bunched up his plaid shirt in its grasp. You kissed his chest before settling contentedly against him, your head tucked under his chin. His arm soothingly traversed up and down your back, relaxing you like nothing else ever could.

Snuggling into him, you asked, "How was the meeting with McGregor and the others today?"

"It was a mess," he huffed. After the guards came, he wanted to add, but knowing you didn't want to talk about it just yet, he didn't. "John and Ellen were supposed to lead the revolt along with McGregor and the rest, you know. Now with them...gone, whatever plan of action we had has crumbled into nothing."

"Oh," you said, unsure of what you expected to hear in the first place.

"We all just need some time, that's all. We'll get back on track soon." Curtis said, his free hand caressing your head.

"And how are you?" you asked, pulling back a little to look at him.

"Not good," he truthfully answered, "But I'll be fine. What about you, Y/N?" He asked, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek.

"Not good either," You sighed, "But we'll be fine soon." You said, smiling at him.

Curtis gave you a short smile of his own, his eyes sharing the same hope and optimism as you, "Yeah, we will be." He said, leaning down to kiss your lips. It was slow and sweet at first, his lips slightly chapped but soft against your, his love pouring out for you with the gentle touch. He meant for it to be short, but you deepened the kiss, your lips pressing hardly against his, letting it become rough and heated.

You swallowed the deep gravely moan Curtis let out at the suddenness of you taking control. He was enjoying it quite a bit. Your hands were just as frenzied as your lips. Grabbing his neck with one hand you pulled his head closer to yours, while the other roamed the expanse of his chest, greedily feeling him up.

His arms tightened around you on instinct, pulling you further into him, forbidding any inch of space from existing between your forms. Your legs slid from between his to over his. You propelled yourself up on your elbows on your side, pushing Curtis on his back.

Your hair fell down your shoulders framing your face as you gained yourself a few inches over him. Cur brought a hand up to your face, gently tucking the loose strands of your hair behind your ear as much as he could. He locked his hand in your hair and abruptly pulled your head down, not liking the distance the change in position put between you one bit. Satisfied with being as physically close to you as possible, he gave up the reins to your control again.

Your kisses were wet and loud and noisy as your lips smacked his, unbridled with need. Need for too many things at once. To forget the horror you saw today. To forget the pain you imagined the victims must have felt, the anguish they must have gone through that day at losing their loved ones that they didn't give one damn about their own lives. To forget the atrocities of the train. To forget the one thought that resonated inside your head, refusing to leave you alone.

Today it was someone else's child. Will tomorrow it be yours?

Death wasn't something uncommon in the tail end. People had come to deal with the fact after years of experience, after years of passive torture. Despite that, death of children was still disturbing for many.

That day, two families were wasted. Children were abducted in broad daylight and none could do anything about it. A father, a woman, a child, all shot in cold blood because they dared to fight for their family, to defy the order of the train.

Everybody in or entering the tail end was a soldier that day. Some wore black helmets and bulletproof vests and carried guns to follow the orders from the above while some fought with their lives in order to attain a life worth fighting for. The only difference was that some had to fight because it was their duty, and some had to fight because it was their family.

No, you and Curtis were not trying for a child. Neither him nor you ever wanted to bring another innocent soul in the train to suffer the way you did. You couldn't put anybody else through that.

But life is all about the choices we never get to make - or rather those which are already made for us.

Hardly any medical aid was available in the tail end. Forget about drugs or contraptions to prevent pregnancy. Abortions weren't choice either. The age old pull out method seemed to be the only way. It wasn't really reliable, but it was the only option at hand.

You and Curtis had had the a about before. If, by chance, a child was conceived, they'd be raised by the pair of you, loved to no ends. But the question of letting a child enter this chaotic mess would still be an if and not a when.

You slotted your lips more fiercely against his, letting all your thoughts be clouded by just one. Curtis. Curtis. Curtis. His lips making wet smacking noises against yours, your hands tracing the firmness of his chest. His hand in your hair, other on your back. Your body lying half on top of him, sinking into the feel of him, the familiarity, the feel of his touch, his heat. Your leg lying in between his, feeling him gradually harden against your thigh.

No matter how much Curtis was enjoying your attention and the roughness you brought on, he couldn't help but be worried about you. Though he had fleeting suspicion why you were doing what you were doing and knew what you needed that night, he didn't want to make any assumptions. He needed to hear you say it.

Reluctantly, he pulled back. His chest heaved with panting breaths. As did yours. He opened his eyes to look at you. Even in the dark, he could make out your troubled face, "Babe, are you alright? What do you need me to do?" He asked, his fingers gently smoothing down your cheek. You hated that the worrisome tone in his voice was caused by you.

"Today was terrible, Curtis. It was so, so terrible." You said, your eyes still closed shut.

"I know, sweetheart," Curtis said, closing his own eyes. Unknowingly, he gripped you tighter in his arms, "I know." He whispered. He hated not being able to help you with whatever trouble you were going through, to protect you from the pain you felt.

"What do you need me to do, Y/N?" He repeated in a softer voice, ready to anything you asked of him, to ease both his pain and yours.

"Let's forget tonight happened. For now, at least. I don't ever want to think about what happened with those children. We couldn't save them; we didn't even try. I- I can't…" You wanted to tell him about all the thoughts bouncing around in your brain, but you didn't want to worry him any further. With the talks of the revolt, he already had too much on his plate. Even if Curtis didn't show it, you knew today wasn't easy on him either. You both needed to vent the feelings, the constant unease at the knowledge of what happened, the pain.

"Let's replace those memories, Curtis. With good ones, better ones. I can't think of what happened to them anymore. Distract me, baby. Please," You leaned your forehead down on his, "Just please." You only knew one way how to "Fuck me, Curtis. Fuck me rough and hard." You breathed.

"Are you sure, honey?"

You frantically nodded, "Please."

"Gladly. Will make you feel so good, Y/N."

In an instant he had his hand in your hair and your lips back on his. The shift in the dynamic from earlier was almost instantaneous. Despite being on top of him, Curtis was the one in control. Every inch of his body proved that. It was exactly what you needed, what you had asked for.

And now you were going to get it.

His lips were soft yet firm as the rest of him, devouring you with a never-ending hunger. His tongue swept across your lower lip before pushing against it, demanding entrance. You were more than happy to provide it.

Though his tongue was soft and smooth, there was nothing soft about the way his tongue mingled with yours, hot and wet, playing with it skilfully, manoeuvring it the way he wanted, imposing itself on you, fighting a battle with yours you were losing. You wouldn't have had it any other way.

His free hand slid along your sides before coming to rest underneath your breasts. He slowly inched his hand forward to cup your breast, letting his fingers run over it as his rough hands gently squeezing and groping the swell in his palm. He loved the softness he felt through the layers and played with it a bit more roughly. Not hard enough to cause discomfort, but enough to let the sensations turn you on and set the mood.

You couldn't help but let out a whimper, "Curtis…"

His hands left your boob in favour of your ass. He rubbed the curve of your butt before striking his palm across your clothed bottom without any preamble. A shocked gasp escaped your lips as the light sting sent tingles down your spine.

"Wanna try that again, baby girl?" Curtis asked, gently massaging your ass though he hadn't spanked it that hard. Oh well, he didn't need any reason to comfort you.

Realising what Curtis wanted, you brought your lips close to his ear and seductively whispered, "Daddy,"

A growl left him, which only made you hungrier for him. "That's right, my sweet girl. You're gonna let Daddy take care of you, aren't you? You're gonna let Daddy show you a good time, hmm? Gonna let him show you how much he loves you, isn't that right?"

You nodded, the tip of your nose rubbing his cheek. "Mhmm, Daddy. Please."

His hands crept under your shirt, running up and down your skin. He bunched up the layers, "Don't you want to get rid of these, baby girl? Let me see you, feel every inch of you?" He asked, silently asking if you were ready to undress yet, giving you an out for the moment if you wanted it.

Instead of giving an answer, you gave his lips a quick peck before you sat on your back and started removing the layers. Though you wanted to get back to kissing Curtis as fast as possible, you knew he enjoyed watching you strip just for him. You decided to calm your libido for a moment to put on a show for the love of your life, slowly discarding one layer after the other as sensually as you could manage.

It was hard in the cramped bunk, and it probably would have looked much sexier if you had the luxury of some open space, but all the could haves and would haves left your brain when you saw the way Curtis was looking at you. No matter the place, no matter the space, you were still the sexiest person to Curtis.

You could see it in his eyes, in the way he looked at you, the way his eyes followed every movement of your hands, mouth agape, breathing hard at your sheer beauty. With a ravenous, a desire which could be quelled by you and only you.

As the last piece of clothing left your body, Curtis gripped your wrist and pulled you. You fell on him unceremoniously as a shriek of surprise escaped you. His mouth was on yours in no time, kissing you with renewed passion.

Circling one arm around the back of your head and the other around your middle, he flipped you slowly, getting on top of you. His thigh settled itself between your legs. He pressed his lips to your jaw, sucking lightly. His hand came up to your breasts and he massaged the softness in his palm, feeling your nub harden against his skin and loving it.

You felt his hardness on your thigh from the position he laid in over you. It caused heat to pool in your center, knowing he it was you who caused it, that he was hard for only you and was going to ravage you with it. The thought itself sent your heart thrumming with excitement.

Curtis trailed his lips along your jaw line and down your neck, paying special attention to that spot above your collarbone which made you weak in the knees. "Fuck, Y/N, you're so beautiful," he whispered against your skin, his hot breath leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Travelling further down, his lips came to a stop in front of your boob. He pecked your peak before sucking it between his lips. His hot, moist tongue lapped at it, circling it and flicking it, making your breath quicken with how good it felt. His hand played with your other boob, only adding to the heavenly feels running down your spine.

He switched between your breasts, careful to give the same attention to the other as well. You hissed as his warm mouth left your peak in favour of the other, exposing it to the cool air inside the train. His warm hands came to the rescue, tenderly fondling your now wet pebble.

Curtis altered his affection between your breasts every now and then, loving the weight, the feel of your soft boobs in his palm and your taste on his tongue. He eagerly sucked your nipples and played with them, swearing he could go on like that forever. Shrugging off his beanie, your fingers raked through his short hair, grasping as much as you could as you very much enjoyed the attention he gave you. You did not realise that your center was gradually getting wet with your slick.

Curtis must have though, your wetness again his thigh, because his hands streamed down to your folds. His mouth left your pebble with a pop before he slotted his mouth next to your ear. You could practically hear him smirk in his voice as he ran his fingers through your folds and said, "What's this princess?You're all wet and slimy, huh?"

Curtis brought his fingers to your bundle of nerves, just hovering above it, touching you but never really touching it. Your body anticipated the feel of his skin on yours but it never came. His touch was light and teasing thereafter, his fingers barely brushing over your sensitive pearl. You whined, desperate for him to touch you, love you, mark you, make you feel the rush he had had countless times before.

Collecting your slick on his fingers, he brought them to your clit, giving it a few experimental rolls gently. A low moan left your lips as your mind received more pleasurable sensations from your nether regions. You bit your lip to keep the moan inside you.

"You are a needy little thing, aren’t ya?" Curtis said, his voice husky and oh so sexy, you couldn't help the low moans inside your throat.

"Curtis…"

Suddenly his hand slapped your clit, which was becoming more and more sensitive by second. "Ah," you whimpered, a wave of both pleasure and pain going through you. You weren't sure which you enjoyed better.

"Why do I have to keep reminding you all the time, baby?" He said, going back to gently circling your nub, soothing the pain.

One of your arms came down from his hair to wrap around his bicep, "Sorry, Daddy," you said, letting him know that it won't happen again.

"Shh, baby, it's alright. Now just sit back and enjoy. I'm going to make your night so fun, Y/N." He said, kissing your cheek before focusing all his attention on pleasuring you, giving you the relief you deserved.

His calloused fingers worked your bundle of nerves in short circular strokes with increased pace. Curtis deployed his years worth of knowledge, stimulating your pearl every way he knew would set your nerves on fire. The firm pad of his fingers, rough from years of labour, felt nothing short of heaven on your sensitive skin.

Your eyes closed of their own accord, your body focused on relishing in all the attention it got from the only man it desired. You loved feeling his weight atop you, holding you down, anchoring you to the world, anchoring you to him. You took comfort in the familiarity of his touch, knowing he would be the one constant in your life in this constantly moving train.

His mouth fell back on yours, his lips and tongue caressing yours fervidly. His finger slipped down to your folds, running through folds, covering it in your wetness. You were so focused on his kisses that you didn't notice it until his finger started entering you.

Your inner muscles clamped his finger tighter as he inserted it deeper. You mewled into his mouth at the intrusion, loving and hating it simultaneously. He drew it in and out of you slowly, letting you get adjusted to it.

You could feel more of your wetness eventually rush out to ease his finger into you. He kept his movements slow and sweet in the start. When he felt you were wet enough, the real show began.

The heel of his palm came down on your bundle of nerves, rolling it with just the right amount of pressure as his finger slipped inside you. He loved the way your walls felt snugly around him. His member twitched against your thigh just thinking about how good he would feel when he'd be inside you wholly.

Curtis increased his pace gradually. He slowly added another finger inside you too, not giving you as much time as earlier to adjust. It wasn't much of a problem since you were already wet enough. His fingers were long and thick inside your tight channel, brushing against just the right spots to make your body thrum with need for more; for him, for all of him.

Curtis pressed his lips against the sensitive spot below your ear, sucking very gently nibbling your skin. You tilted your head to give him more skin to work with without thinking. If there was one thing Curtis loved more than feeling you, it was marking you. He loved leaving behind spots of his affection on your skin, especially on the visible parts for everyone to know that you were his and only his.

It was also a way of him self assuring himself too, to always remember that you chose to be his. To remember that you thought he was deserving of your company, your friendship, your love, when he knew he was deserving of something even less and bitter than nothing. To remember how lucky he had been to have you by his side and be given the opportunity to be by your side, forever.

Curtis trailed his lips down your neck and to your chest, sucking, nibbling, licking your delicate skin along its way, littering your upper half with his kisses and hickeys. Those right above the swell of your breasts were just for his eyes to cherish. His palm remained above your clit, grinding your sensitive nub insistently, drawing out helpless little moans from you which went straight to his cock.

The coil started tightening in your belly. Your pussy made wet squelching sounds as Curtis steadily drove his fingers inside you, gradually increasing his speed. Every touch of his fingers, his palm, his lips against your sensitive parts sent a roars of pleasure tumbling through you. Every muscle of your body tensed in anticipation of the relief it was to receive soon. Your legs opened wider of their own accord, your thighs clenching.

You wiggled underneath Curtis as you neared the edge, your body desperate for the sweet release. Noticing the signs, Curtis doubled his efforts. His fingers curled inside you just the right way, activating a new set of far more pleasurable impulses through your veins, your eyes already shut. You moaned and groaned as he worked you closer to the edge.

You were so close. So, so close to the relief.

And then nothing.

Curtis withdrew his hands a few seconds before he could push you over the edge. Your body dropped from the high it was about to float in. Your eyes opened instantly, pure shock and disbelief on your face as your chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, your mind trying to make sense of what just happened and why.

The coil in your belly was still wound tight, eager to be uncoiled, your body still tensed, waiting for the relief which never came. Your free hand which wasn't clutching his hair came down to finish the job yourself, but caught your wrist in his hand before it could reach your pelvis and stationed it beside your head, locked in his grip.

"You like being a little tease, don't you? Well it's time I show you what happens to little teases." Curtis said, studying your face, especially your lust filled frenzied eyes intently.

"Daddy," you mewled, begging him to bring you your release.

Curtis tsked, "No, no, baby. You're not going to cum so easily. You've been a very naughty girl tonight, princess. You've teased daddy all day long, now it's time for you to pay the consequences."

You whined pathetically beneath him, "Daddy, please, I need to cum." Your shrill voice said.

"Nuh uh. You're only gonna cum when I tell you to come. And you'll only come on my cock, baby girl." Curtis talking about his cock which was very much noticeable and hard against your thigh only wound you up tighter, your pussy clenching around nothing as lewd images entered your brain. You wiggled even more underneath him, but he laid one arm firm around your middle, holding you in place. He whispered in his husky voice in a sing-song time, "I told you that you were going to regret all that teasing later, baby girl."

Curtis was denying your orgasms because you had tried to tease him earlier, fulfilling his promise of later. Though you knew you had asked for it, made him promise it even if speaking literally, you honestly didn't know if you were more turned on or frustrated at the moment. Perhaps a mix of both, you decided.

Curtis didn't let you stay frustrated for long, though. His smirking lips kissed along your jawline. After being sure that you were down from your high, his grip left your wrist as his fingers coated in your slick slid down your torso and back to your clit. He started it all over again, the teasing, the swirling, except he didn't start it light.

His breath was warm against your earlobe. Low grunts fell out of his mouth as he drew various patterns on your bundle of nerves. They were nearly inaudible, but enough to send a new wave of desire coursing through you. He withdrew his hand again.

Before you could protest, Curtis tapped your thighs, "Move up, honey. Make space for me. Hold those legs back and bare yourself to me. I want to taste you, pretty girl, take my time and eat that delicious pussy." His wanton words made your clit throb with need as you did what he said.

Curtis wasted no time in situating himself between your legs which were open wide only for him. His lips laid kisses on your skin from your neck to your belly before inevitably reaching your center. Making himself comfortable, he placed both your thighs on his shoulders, his hands circling them both from the outside to you fixed in one spot.

He held eye contact with you as he slowly kissed the inside of your thighs before closing his eyes and focusing on laying hickeys on your skin. Now inches away from your heat, he could smell your arousal, which went straight to his head. He took in a deep breath, taking more of your scent in and loving it.

Curtis couldn't wait to get his mouth on you, so he did just that. Swiping your slit with his tongue once, his mouth enclosed around your clit. His tongue was warmer than his fingers as he attached it to your sensitive pearl, rolling it in circles.

Curtis loved the taste of your arousal on his tongue, knowing it was all for him. He was hungry for more of it, to taste the tangy sweetness of your cum, but he knew he had to teach you a lesson before he could get there. Nevertheless, he'd enjoy taste and relish in it until he'd eat you closer to the edge again.

"Daddy," you moaned as Curtis ate you with passion, his face buried between your legs. His beard slightly scratched against your inner thighs, leaving a delicious burn where it touched. Both your hands took hold of his hair again, pushing his head further down on your pussy.

Curtis shook his head between your legs, his tongue playing with your clit as he did so. You moaned harder for him, all his movements sending your mind on a rush. He brought one of his hands to your heat, his fingers running through your slit but never entering you, teasing you some more.

It killed you inside, feeling his fingers in between your folds but not inside you. You pushed your hips off the bunk, eager for more of his touch. Curtis freed his other hand from your thighs to pin your waist down. You still squirmed in his hold, but his strong arms kept you down.

You whined for him to enter you, but he kept his touches feather light, barely giving you a taste. He finally placed a sole finger on your entrance but still didn't enter. He massaged your entrance with quick short strokes, sending tingles down your spine.

He pulled back to look at you struggling to keep your composure. The desperation to feel him inside you was clear on your face. "You wanted to play and here I am. Playing with your sweet little pussy."

He watched you wither under his ministrations, mewls and moans escaping your lips as he teased your mind away. He loved watching you be so helpless, only one thing clouding your brain now. The want for release, and Curtis was the only one who could give you that.

When he thought he had teased you enough for the moment, he collected your arousal and inserted a couple of fingers inside you. This time round it was easier to slide them in. You gasped at the intrusion, but settled down quickly as he started fingering you right away.

His tongue lapped shamelessly on your bundle of nerves, taking whatever he could get, taking all that you had to offer. Clamping his lips around your hood, he sucked it hard, letting it stretch slightly as he pulled his head back and released it to let it curl on itself, taking it back in his wet mouth and repeating it again.

Long, thick fingers pumped into you with just as much fervour as his tongue worked on your clit. His fingers curled inside you, repeatedly touching the spots which aroused you even further. Something about his presence between your legs, hands grabbing you, his fingers snuggled by your walls, owning you from the inside, it reminded you how much what was in between your legs was his to love and devour sending your heart racing at the sense belonging. Your channel felt full of him as he pleasured you into oblivion.

"That’s right baby, let daddy play with your pussy until you’re soaked so he can slip in and fuck you until you’re completely senseless."

Curtis lightly slapped your sensitive nub a couple of times before slotting it in his mouth, soothing the light sting away, sucking and licking it with passion. His tongue drew various patterns on your pearl, worshipping it, setting your nerves ablaze. He moaned against it as he ate you out.

The vibrations against your clit as he hummed low in his throat, his warm mouth sucking it and his fingers satiating the need of your pulsing walls, all of it sent a myriad of pleasing sensations to your brain. Your body tensed once again as you neared your high. You arched your back, restless to fall over the edge and achieve your release. Your eyes were closed shut as whimpers and moans fell out your lips, a sweet melody to Curtis' ears.

You moaned harder, your grip on his hair and involuntary wiggle of your hips increasing, letting Curtis know you were close. Quite mercilessly, he completely pulled away from you, never letting you attain the high you so desperately desired yet again.

"Daddy, no, please, make me cum!" you begged, the need to come blindsiding every thought to the dark recess of your mind.

Curtis placed a quick kiss to your sensitive pearl before he sat back on his knees, which only left it needily pulsing for more. "Not yet, baby doll. Daddy knows exactly what you need and want, and no one else can give it to ya. Isn't that right?"

You eagerly nodded, but you still wanted to reach a peak before what little of the high you had came crashing down, "But Daddy-"

Leaning over you, Curtis rested a hand on your cheek, gently cradling your it, "You can pout or be moody, but you know that daddy is the only one who will love and use you like you're meant to be baby."

He kissed your cheeks before placing a hard, bruising kiss on your lips, "I love edging you. Bringing you the very edge and making you stop. Ruining every potential orgasm until you just can’t hold it any longer. Don't ever forget who that pussy belongs to. You only nod and obey. That body belongs to daddy, so any resistance would be futile my lovely girl. Understood?" You nodded, turned on even more if that was possible.

Curtis pulled back to start undressing, "Now, baby, I think it's time for you to sit on my cock, don't you agree?"

Your eyes lit up at the mere thought of his member filling you, your walls clenching on thin air at the memory, "Mhmm, I want your cock inside me."

He smirked in that signature way of his, his eyes shining too, "And you'll get it baby."

Curtis had been painfully hard in his pants this entire time. Playing with your body, sucking, licking, fingering, tasting your arousal, none of it helped his situation at all. Now that he had your pussy all wet and spread and ready for him, he couldn't wait another moment to get inside you.

You watched with hungry eyes as Curtis discarded each layer impatiently, revealing his body, soft in some places and hard in others.

As he pulled his pants and boxer off of him, his length finally free of the constraint, it twitched, slightly bobbing in the air. You started at it, licking your lips as your brain was engrossed in wayward carnal thoughts. You were sure that if you'd have positively started drooling had you stared any longer.

Curtis switched positions, laying on his back. You happily spread your legs on each side of him and sat on his center, eager to get his shaft inside your heat which ached for him. He lifted you by your hips, his other hand gripping his pole and running it through your slit, draping it in your wetness. He rubbed your clit with his cockhead to mess with you some more. You whimpered, dying to get his cock inside you.

"You want to sink down on Daddy's cock like a good little slut?" Curtis asked, enjoying the thirsty look on your face.

"Yuh uh, please!" You begged, rolling your hips to get him inside you anyhow.

"That's a good girl. Don't worry, pretty girl, I'll give it to ya." Curtis praised, relenting to your wishes, restless himself, and positioned his round blunt head at your entrance. You let out a sharp gasp as he pulled you down in one swift motion, hissing as his thick meat stretched you wide open. In spite of the way he had prepped you, letting your arousal make you wet enough and his fingers relaxing your inner wound muscles, nothing could prepare you for his cock other than his cock itself.

There was a slight burn in your channel at the abrupt incursion, ebbing away gradually as the pain was sidelined by the pleasure of having him inside you. His member filled you completely, hard and thick inside you. "Fuck, ugh, it feels so good," you moaned quite loudly, tilting your head back from the rush in your veins.

Clutching your wrist, Curtis pulled your vertical body towards him, making you lay on him. He circled his arms around your shoulders, burying his face in the crook of your neck. Breathing deeply, eyes closed shut, he concentrated with all his might not to cum then and there inside you.

He tried not to focus on how your warm lubricated walls were snuggling his hard member, hugging him tight in their clasp. He tried not to focus on how smooth and velvety your core felt from the inside, the perfect place for him to be for all eternity. He tried not to focus on how your walls were pulsing with need against his painfully hard shaft, muting every other senses and clouding his brain with how heavenly you felt.

"Mmm, it feels so good Y/N, your warm little pussy squeezing my cock," Curtis moaned behind you when he thought he could control himself and not cum on the spot.

You lifted your hips, eager to start fucking him but Curtis gripped them and kept you grounded with his shaft inside you, "Did you think you'd get away with teasing me so easily, baby? Not so soon, sweetheart. You know I always get my way."

You whimpered, wondering how long he'd make you wait until you'd finally get to cum. It was hard, having his cock buried deep inside you but not being allowed to couldn't move. It was border line torture of a sexy kind, giving you what you desired the most and yet not being able to reap it's pleasure.

All your thoughts, your senses were dimmed, your mind only registering one fact that Curtis was wedged inside you, hard and ready to pound. It only registered that your tight walls could feel the veins outlining his cock. Your walls clenched around him involuntarily.

A sharp slap landed on your ass, the hand that did it almost instantly kneading it, relieving the sting, "Don't tease me anymore, baby doll. You might not like what'll come next. Don't clench around me or tempt me or try to move. You're already so fucking tempting, I don't need anymore encouragement. You come only when I tell you to come, ya hear me?"

You couldn't help but pout, your lower lip sticking out, begging to be bit and sucked. Curtis chuckled darkly, "Oh my sweet little slut, let's not pretend you don't love it when I use you like a plaything."

You didn't know how or why you became so bold when you said it. Perhaps it was the deep seated longing for the release that you were denied, or you were too turned on, your brain too focused on your sole needs that you were beyond the line to care as you said, "I’m not pretending, just being a little bratty."

Curtis growled, his gravely making you clench him some more. "Well, bratty girls need to be taught some lessons, don't they?" He said, landing one, two, three, four, five blows on your ass on each cheek alternatively before you had the time to process what was happening. He quickly added another to even the score. A string of gasps and moans and whimpers left you, leaving you heaving on his chest.

"Shh, baby girl, it's alright," Curtis mumbled in your ear, his hand caressing the burn away with gentle hands, "You said it yourself, you were being bratty. This is how bratty girls get treated, honey. Now keep my cock warm like the good little slut you are." His mouth kissed along your cheek until you turned your head and kissed him full on the lips. Your tongue slid in and toyed with his to distract you from the sting on your rear or his member inside your center or the knowledge that the combined mixture of it all was only turning you on even more, raising you higher on the horny scale.

Maybe it was because of his talented tongue inside your mouth, taking what it wanted from you, however it desired. Maybe it was his warm, gentle hands soothing the sting he left behind with delicate caresses on your tender skin. Maybe it was the aftertaste of the slight burn on your rear itself which set your nerves on fire. Maybe it was because your body was already wound tight from not being able to achieve the high, from being edged your mind away. Maybe it was solely because of his thick, throbbing shaft snuggly fixed inside your slick walls, keeping you full; because you could feel the bulky vein very much prominent on his underside pulsing against your walls. Or maybe it was all of it at once, adding little by little to the outcome, making it too much for your body to handle at once.

Curtis had warned you not to clench his cock. You didn't. Not exactly, anyway. You came on it.

You moaned and groaned unbelieving in his mouth as your body finally let go, falling over the edge deep and hard. Curtis had tried to restrain your body by keeping his hands firm on your hip, but he couldn't stop the way you rolled your pelvis against his, your clit getting some action against his skin and his cock rubbing your walls, prolonging your much awaited orgasm.

Your toes curled and your thighs shook from the sheer force at which you came. Your nerves sang with pleasure and you swore you saw stars before your closed eyelids. You were you'd reached heaven for a second there, for the mind shattering pleasure coursing through you was hardly experienced before.

It was unexpected for Curtis, your orgasm jumping at him out of the blue. It was hard controlling himself when your walls were tight around him, even harder for him when they unconsciously clenched his member now and then. But once came, all his game was thrown off the table. He too was painfully hard and on edge since he'd started teasing you. He couldn't control himself as he felt your walls clenching him not once or twice but continuously, your warm insides pulsing without restrain on his aching member.

Curtis quickly turned you around on your back and pulled out of you, stroking his cock above your abdomen to finish. You watched with hooded eyes his face contort in pleasure, his hand working fast on his meat as loud gowns and grunts rose in his throat. Hot, thick ropes of his cum fell on your belly in spurts as he fisted himself, all his restrain tumbling down the drain.

As he finally finished, his head dropped on your shoulder, his heavy shaft softening against your thigh as he draped his body over yours. You laid there like that for a while, both your bodies and arms too tired to move, minds too mushy to process anything else, no one speaking, eyes closed, breaths heavy, chests heaving with loud pants, an expression of pure bliss on your faces.

It was quite for a moment, until your gasp invaded the silence. Curtis' hand was back on your clit, even though the rest of him was momentarily exhausted. He

rolled it languidly, but even the slightest of pressure on your sensitive nub was enough to set your nerves awake.

"You came baby girl," He said before you could ask him what he was doing, followed by a slap on your bundle of nerves. You almost jumped, but his weight kept you pinned. "Without my permission," He continued, another slap following in its wake. You let a whimper, the harsh touch too much on your sensitive nub.

"I couldn't control it." You rushed, hoping Curtis would let go.

"You wanted to come real bad, didn't you?" He asked, his voice soft.

You nodded, "Yes, Daddy. You worked me so well, I couldn't help it. I needed to cum."

"Ok, baby, I believe ya," Curtis said, swirling your pearl still but gently. Just when you thought he'd stop with the slapping, another landed on your nub, "My pretty girl wanted to cum so bad she ignored Daddy's orders. Daddy said he'd give you what you wanted, didn't he? Well, baby doll, I hope you're ready for what you asked for, because I'm gonna make you come again," A slap, "And again," Another slap, "And again."

His fingers set hard to work on your bundle of nerves, rolling and swirling it this way and that with a newfound vengeance. You weren't sure if you were gasping or moaning, or maybe doing both at the same time as his stimulated you yet again. You were already so sensitive from your previous orgasm, you didn't know how you could manage another.

Curtis brought his mouth closer to your ear, his hot breath hitting your heated skin, "Messy little girl, made my dick all wet with your juices." He said, his hand wedged between your legs doing all sorts of things to shut your brain from any rational thoughts.

"Going to make you cum till you're numb." He promised as his mouth went to your neck, his lips re-tracing the hickeys he had left. His fingers increased their pace on you, steadily bringing you to the edge one more time. You moaned without a care in the world, you mind drunk on the feels it received. Your hips rose off the bunk to meet his fingers, chasing the rush it'd bring.

His length twitched against your thigh, gradually hardening to its glory with the lewd sounds coming out of your lips. Curtis groaned along with you, getting further turned on by the sight of you helpless beneath him, his blood racing to his cock. He started bucking himself against your thigh, looking for some stimulation himself.

Knowing he was getting hard again, that he'd impale you on his cock again, use you the way you liked, the way you desired, it brought you close to the edge. You moans grew louder and you core tightened in anticipation of another release.

"Go on baby, cum on my fingers and show daddy what a filthy girl you've become for him." A few more moments in, a few more strokes later, you came on his fingers, loud and thrashing, his words tipping you over the edge, his name falling off your lips like a prayer, your wetness dribbling down your thighs.

It was all the time Curtis required to be hard and ready to pound you into another dimension. Taking a rag from the sides, he wiped his drying cum on your abdomen and gently got rid of any leftover cum on his head. He settled himself between your legs, his hands grabbed your legs and roughly brought your pelvis closer to his, your inner thighs slick with your cum resting on his.

Taking himself in his hands, he stroked his shaft a couple of times, running it through your slit to coat himself on your lingering wetness. He thrust his length at once, all of himself rooted in all of you. A cry left you, whether of pain or pleasure, that you were unsure of. He could have given you time to adjust to his long thick length, but he didn't. He started thrusting into you hard and fast, loving the groans falling out of you.

After all, you had said that you wanted his cock inside yourself and that you wanted, no, needed to cum. He was only giving you what you had desired.

"Ah, Daddy," You moaned, his cock fucking you nice and deep, keeping you filled with his meat the way you wanted him to.

"Yes Baby, feel that cock deep inside!" Curtis groaned near your ear, his gravely voice making you clench his shaft some more.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," You groaned along with each hard thrust of his hips which kept coming quite fast. You could tell by the way he drove his hips into you how much frustration he had in himself to take out, to vent. He too wanted to forget, or at least be distracted for the moment. He wanted to be lost in you, your body, your mind. He didn't ever want to resurface again to face the reality, to carry the weight into another day, to ever feel responsible for things he wasn't supposed to, but still did.

So he cherished every fleeting second he had with you, relished in feeling every inch of your body, savouring the sinful sounds you made just for him, luxuriating in your feel, taking delight in the fact that he was the one to turn your brain into mush, to have your mind concentrated only on the feels he gave you. And he was loving every moment of it.

Your body was heated like his under his own. Curtis loved the feeling of your breasts jiggling against his chest as he pummelled into you. One hand by your shoulders to support his weight and other on your hip, he loved pressing his body down on you, keeping you pinned underneath him as he drove into you heat with a wild passion, his fingers digging into your hips so hard that it'd leave his handprint for a few hours at least, marking you some more. He loved watching the faces you made, your face contorting with pleasure as he touched every inch of your body inside and out, your eyes closed shut, brows furrowed and mouth agape as you chased the orgasm you were about to receive on his cock.

"Fuck, baby, you're doing so well," He moaned, low-key screaming with how good you felt stuffed full of him. He repositioned himself so that he could lock his hand on your hair and pull your head to one side, baring your for him to suck and lick. "When I'm done pounding your beautiful wet pussy, I'll pull out and cover your sexy body, from your pretty face to your throbbing nub in a huge load. And then watch you as you'd lick it all up, driving me crazy, making me ram my cock inside you for another round."

"The pull on your hair as he tugged your head to one side was driving you insane. Your back arched off the bunk as he fucked you with abandonment, unrelenting, unforgiving in its stride. Your bundle of nerves throbbed with every word he spoke. The change in position made his thick cock touch all those spots deep inside which craved to be touched, especially the one that made you see stars in broad trainlight. His cock brushed against it repeatedly as he fucked you into the bunk, your body singing in joy.

"I love the way your body feels on my hands, almost as much as I love the way your little pussy feels on my throbbing hard cock." Curtis said, framing an arm around your waist to keep you in one place.

"Curtis…" You moaned in your high pitched voice again and again like a broken record player. Maybe you were broken by his cock, but you were sure it was in the best ways possible.

Curtis was so lost in feeling your warm pussy clench his shaft with every naughty word he spoke that he didn't notice the slip you made. Maybe he did but didn't care, because in that moment, hearing his name fall out of your lips repeatedly in such sinful moans, it gave him another high. He rocked into you with renewed vigour, his skin making slapping noises in the quiet as he met you thrust with thrust, your walls making wet noises as his cock drove into your cum covered channel.

Your moans came off more broken as he increased his pace, your mind only processing mumble jumble by now. You couldn't hold it in any longer with all those impulses your mind received. A wave of euphoria washed over you as you came again on his cock, your moans and groans dialling up a notch.

"Yes baby, cover my cock in your cum." Your walls clenched uncontrollably on his shaft, keeping him in its tight grip and Curtis had to focus not to cum. He was determined to make himself last though, to make you cum once again on his cock like his sweet little bitch.

His hands came to your bundle of nerves, swirling it with practised ease to prolong your orgasm as his cock fucked you through your orgasm. Your pearl was a little sore at first from all the action it had received, but now having fallen over the edge and your mind a jammed network of endorphins, your body could only perceive it as pleasure.

"Daddy," You cried loudly as his hips kept pistoning into you even after you came as if nothing had just happened. "Too much," you said, unable to form complete sentences.

"Just one more, princess. You can do it." Curtis encouraged, your body already building up the high to fall over the edge for one more time.

"You like that, don't you, baby girl?" He continued, "My hands on your body, my cock inside your pussy, making you come again and again."

Your moans answered for you just how right he was. He chuckled breathlessly, his hips rocking into you relentlessly, "That's my girl. For me to use whenever, wherever and however i want. My pretty girl, my slut." He groaned, "Only. Mine." His thrust accompanying each word, his cock settling nice and deep inside your before pulling back to rock into you again, rocking your world, sending you to joy land.

"You seem so pretty and innocent at first, but when daddy has his grip, you turn into his personal little slut. The filthiest, but only for Daddy."

Your insides were screaming with the rush it received, your hands clawing at his back with the need to hold onto something. Your mind could only think about one thing and one thing only: Curtis fucking you hard with his thick veiny member and swirling your bundle of nerves to your impending orgasm. You were a moaning mess beneath him, your hips rising to meet his thrust to thrust. His moans falling on your ear in that husky voice of his was driving you crazy, your bodies drunk on each other.

Your high never really came down from your previous orgasm. It wasn't late until your body was ready to attain another peak. A few fast and deep, passionate thrusts later, you came all over his cock in a mind numbing, toe curling orgasm, your thighs uncontrollably as your eyes rolled back into your skull. White hot pleasure ran through your veins, your mind a rush of endorphins.

Watching pure bliss roll on your face, feeling your pulsing walls clamp tight around his hard cock until your orgasm subsided, Curtis couldn't hold it in. He pulled out with a cry, growling your name as he came on your belly, shooting a generous load of his seed on your skin.

You shifted to the side as he laid down beside you to give him some space. Both of you were blissed out, exhausted to your bones, chests heaving as you panted heavily. You laid there for a while, unmoving, relishing in the aftermath of all the feels coursing through you.

Soon Curtis rolled on his side to look at you, "That was-"

"Amazing." You cut him off, your own body turning to face him. You smiled wide and bright like a kid on a Christmas morning, his expression mirroring yours. "You were wonderful."

Pride swelled inside him, knowing he was the reason you looked so happy. "It was all you, Y/N." He said, searching for the rag and cleaning all the cum off your skin, paying special attention to be careful between your thighs. You hissed as the cloth grazed your sore parts, but Curtis placed soft kisses on your shoulder, hoping to distract you from the pain.

Throwing away the rag, he traced the terrain of body with your fingertips, mapping every turn and contour of your body already etched into his brain with delicate touches. Everything had quieted down by then, only the your breaths breaking the silence.

You hand settled on his broad chest, right above his heart. Something about feeling his heart beating calmly under your palm have you a sense of peace. It meant that he was there with you, by your side, alive. You let out a breath, thanking the god if there was any, for having Curtis by your side.

You leaned into him, placing a short but sweet kiss onto his smiling lips. When you pulled back, he was looking at you with the same boyish charm of him. His light expression eased your heart, banishing any of your worries from souring the mood.

Curtis leaned forward to give a long, loving kiss to your forehead. He moved down, placing soft kisses on your on your eyelids one by one, taking his time to show his love, his affection, because it was you. And he had all the time in the world for his best girl.

He moved onto the tip of your nose next, and then moving onto the rest of your face. He didn't have a plan thereafter, placing delicate kisses anywhere he could reach on your face, pouring all his adoration into his sweet kisses. He didn't need a plan to rain down his affection on you in some predecided order anyway. He could do it whenever he wanted, however he wanted. You giggled, loving how cute he was being right after ravishing your heat.

He finally reached your lips, giving you soft kisses with the tenderness you deserved and pulled back, only to lean back and give you some more. He could never get enough of you, your body or your lips.

His large, comforting hand cradled your face, his thumb tenderly brushing your cheek. His face took on a serious expression as he asked softly, "Are you okay, baby girl? Did I hurt you anywhere? I know I was rough tonight-"

"Not in anyway I didn't like," You cut him off, taking his hand in yours and kissing the inside of his palm sweetly, assuring him. "Curtis, thank you so much for this. I really needed it. I enjoyed it too, enjoyed it so much."

"You don't have to thank me for anything, baby." Curtis said, smiling and kissing your forehead again, because why not?

"What about you, Curtis? Are you okay?" You asked.

"I'm on top of the world, Y/N, all thanks to you and your moans ringing in my ears, you calling my name in that sweet sexy voice of yours." You blushed deeply, burying your face in his chest. You were unsure why you were dripping wet when words dirtier than these left his mouth earlier, but blushing furiously now.

Nevertheless, Curtis chuckled heartily, his chest vibrating against your cheeks. How could he ever get over how cute you looked when he made you blush? He brought an arm up to the back of your head and draped another over your waist, petting your hair and rubbing your back soothingly.

You sighed with content against him, sinking into his hold, your arms folded in between your bodies and your legs entangled amongst themselves. It didn't take long for exhaustion to take its toll on your aching body. Sleep was easy when it came, all parts of your shutting down into slumber mode bit by bit.

Curtis must have been feeling the same as you, because he pulled you closer to his warm body and thou he mumbled it lazily, he meant every word of it, "Sleep tight, baby, you're safe in my arms."

You kissed his chest from where you laid, curling an arm around his middle. "I know, honey, and you're safe in mine." You said, cuddling into his hold. Curtis smiled with his eyes closed, giving one last kiss on your head for the night and settling comfortably for sleep to come and finally end the day.

You were aware that even though you had ignored your worries, your pains for the day, you couldn't run from them forever. You were aware that you had to wake up the next day, face the world again, endure whatever it had to throw at you, fight another battle. And it was okay.

Because you'd have your friend, your confidante, your lover by your side, helping you overcome all your hurdles, just as you'd help him. Because he had had you and you had had him even when the two of you had nothing. Because he will have you and you will have him even if the two of you have nothing. Because your presence, your assistance, your love would be enough to fulfil any crevices, any holes in each other's lives.

You'd fight all the battles and jump over all the hurdles when the time would come. But for now, you were in each other's arms, safe and warm and content.

By each other's sides.

Together, forever.

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