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Rumors Part 1 (Jihyo)

A/N: So the voted Rumors part 1 is out! Enjoy the gym sex with Jihyo! Honestly I love this pink tanktop so much, if the video is a bit longer, I am definitely going to fap to this outfit

On this day, Jihyo came to the gym wearing tight sportswear. Her breasts almost popped out of her bra, and her two slender legs were looming under her shorts. All eyes were on her as she walked into the dressing room.

In fact, the reason why Jihyo is keen on fitness is quite private - she has always been in love with strong and muscular men. Whenever she sees those macho men sweating profusely between the machines, her heart beats faster and her body becomes unbearably hot. She believes that with her plump and proud figure, she can easily seduce any man who is exercising and bring him into the locker room to enjoy some intense sex.

"Hello, everyone~ I'm Jihyo!" She smiled sweetly and greeted everyone. Several muscular men immediately gathered around to chat.

"Jihyo, are you here to work out? We happen to be doing bench presses. Do you want to give it a try?" a strong man invited.

Jihyo blinked her eyes, with a playful smile on her lips: "Okay, I haven't tried this equipment yet. But I need you to teach me, Oppa~"

The man readily agreed and couldn't wait to take her to the bench press. The two began to rub together ambiguously, and Jihyo deliberately released a seductive aura. Not long after, the man's breathing became heavier, and his lower body became obviously erect...

Jihyo looked at the almost naked strong man in front of him with satisfaction and licked his lips gently. She knew that her charm was unstoppable and that she could easily make any man fall for her with just a little hint.

"Oppa, am I doing right?" Jihyo lowered her body, deliberately exposing her deep cleavage. As she asked, she kneaded the hard member with her hands.

The man had already lost his mind and could only make an indistinct sound: "Well...it feels so comfortable...push harder..."

Jihyo smiled charmingly, then put his palm on the thick cock and stroked it up and down. She felt her lower body becoming wet and slippery, eager to be filled by this hot giant.

"Jihyo...I want...I want you now..." The man grabbed her wrist and wanted to kiss it, but she cleverly avoided it.

"Oppa, don't worry. Wouldn't it be better for us to go inside and enjoy it slowly?" Jihyo stood up and teased the man's lips ambiguously with his fingers.

"Of course..." The man nodded anxiously and followed Jihyo to a private room in the corner of the locker room. This place is usually used by members to change clothes temporarily, but now it has become a venue for them to party.

As soon as the door closed, the two of them kissed each other eagerly. Jihyo deftly unzipped the man's pants, took out the cock that was ready to go, stuffed it into her mouth and swallowed. The man let out a sigh of contentment and grasped her plump buttocks with both hands, as if he wanted to melt her into his body.

Jihyo knew that her proud breasts had already firmly grabbed the man's attention. She deliberately slowed down when taking off her clothes so that the man could fully appreciate her plump breasts. When she finally unhooked her bra and her two white breasts almost jumped out, the man's breathing became heavy and he stared straight at her.

"Brother, do you like it? Do you want to try my breasts?" Jihyo caressed her breasts, squeezed and kneaded them gently, and licked her red lips ambiguously with the tip of her tongue.

The man let out a beast-like growl and nodded eagerly in agreement. Jihyo supported his hard desire and sat on the ground, then sandwiched the hot head between her soft cleavage, and began to move her body up and down, so that her plump breasts tightly wrapped the thick and long cock.

"Ah...it feels so comfortable...Jihyo's breasts are so great..." The man closed his eyes and raised his head, as if he was about to reach climax. Jihyo felt a little bit of sweet sweat oozing out from her breasts, making the clouds and rain even more moist, hot and lustful.

"As long as you like it, oppa... I will make you feel comfortable..." Jihyo sped up her pace, letting her nipples constantly rub against the sensitive coronal sulcus. At the same time, she also felt a warm current flowing out from the depths of her womb, and her lower body became even wetter...

Just when the man was about to reach his peak, Jihyo suddenly stopped and let his ready-to-go cock slide out of her breasts. The man opened his confused eyes and looked at her in confusion.

"Is Oppa coming soon? That's not possible~ I want Oppa to enjoy it for a little longer." Jihyo's eyes were as charming as silk, and she gently stroked her red breasts, "We have to take our time, not so fast. Just end it?"

Seeing the man's dissatisfied expression, Jihyo smiled with satisfaction. She knew that her method worked. This man was fascinated by her, and all he could think about was her body. Just a little more teasing can make him crazy about her and at her mercy.

"How do you want me to serve you, oppa? Tell me your little thoughts, and I will satisfy you~" Jihyo lay on the man, deliberately letting her nipples rub back and forth against his strong chest muscles. The man reacted immediately, wrapping his hands around her slim waist and pressing her into his arms.

"Jihyo...stop torturing me...I want to enter you directly..." His voice was full of desire and anxiety.

Jihyo smiled and shook her head: "It's still early now. We have a whole afternoon. Oppa let's feel my breasts first~" After that, she sandwiched the hot head between the soft cleavage and started move her body up and down...

Jihyo watched with satisfaction as the man almost lost his mind in front of her. She knew that she had completely taken control of the situation, and no matter what she did next, he would not refuse her request. This pleasure of conquest made her extremely excited, and her lower body became more and more eager...

Jihyo's breasts were held in the man's hands and kneaded into various shapes. The white breast flesh spilled out from between his fingers, and the red nipples were engorged and swollen by his sucking. But even so, Jihyo still didn't let the man get what he wanted - she always stopped when he was about to reach the top, forcing him to endure it.

"Oppa, you are too impatient. We have a whole day to play slowly, don't we?" Jihyo smiled, deliberately twisting her body and rubbing her soaked clitoris against the man's inner thigh. "Besides, if you cum now, I'm going to be angry~"

Hearing this threat, the man immediately sobered up. He knew that he had been completely bewildered by the witch in front of him, and if he really let it out, she would definitely look down on him even more. He gritted his teeth and held back the climax that was about to explode, waiting for Jihyo to wrap his desire with her proud breasts again.

"Okay, then I'll just take my time." Jihyo patted the man's face frivolously, and then sandwiched the fiery head between the plump cleavage. This time, she deliberately accelerated her speed and rocked her body up and down, causing the two soft breasts to rub against the hard-as-iron cock.

"Ah... Jihyo... your breasts are so amazing... I feel like I'm going to cum..." The man hugged Jihyo's slim waist tightly and let out a low gasp. Jihyo once again stopped at a critical moment, forcing him to readjust his breathing rhythm.

"We have just started, oppa, don't worry." Jihyo licked her lips, with a teasing light in her eyes.

The man had already lost his mind under Jihyo's teasing, and only the most primitive desires dominated his actions. Jihyo deliberately stopped every time he was about to reach climax, forcing him to endure the huge impact. This ecstasy experience drove him crazy, and his sanity was losing bit by bit.

"Jihyo...please...I really can't bear it anymore..." The man hugged Jihyo's body tightly and almost begged. Jihyo just smiled and rubbed his soft breasts against the increasingly thick cock, as if he was deliberately teasing him.

"Oppa, I'm not happy when you're like this. You said you wanted me to serve you before?" Jihyo looked at the man pretending to be aggrieved, "If you don't cooperate obediently, I might be angry~"

Seeing Jihyo's coquettish look, the man couldn't resist. He knew he couldn't bear it anymore, so he had to summon up the last bit of willpower and said: "Okay... I will be obedient... You can do whatever you want... I just ask you to let me cum." ..."

Jihyo showed a victorious smile, touched the man's cheek and kissed him softly: "I knew that oppa is the best~ So, are you ready? I'm going to make you feel so happy!"

Jihyo swallowed the ready-to-go cock into her mouth until its head was pressed deep into her throat. The man's breathing became heavy and rough in an instant, and he couldn't help but insert his hands into her hair.

Jihyo used the tip of her tongue to roam around the man's cock. Whenever she licked the sensitive coronal sulcus, the man would involuntarily push forward. But she always avoided it cleverly, refusing to let that sensitive part go deep into her mouth. This kind of distant touch made the man fall into unprecedented madness.

"Jihyo...you monster...I'm going to be tortured to death by you..." The man held Jihyo's hair tightly, as if he wanted to stuff his whole cock into her mouth. Jihyo smiled even sweeter, deliberately slowing down and tracing the shape of his cock over and over with the tip of his tongue.

"Oppa is too impatient. I have to take my time to serve you~" Jihyo looked up at the man, the mischievous meaning in hereyes was self-evident.

The man knew he could no longer resist such temptation. He let go of Jihyo's hair and let her suck between his legs. She was like a skilled musician, mastering the rhythm perfectly, sometimes deep throating, sometimes shallow swallowing, and occasionally licking and teasing key parts, causing him to reach the peak and then be pulled back to where he was.

"Jihyo...I can't do it anymore...please...please let me cum in your mouth..." The man's tone was full of pleading. Jihyo, however, seemed not to hear, still focused on her "playing", as if determined to drive him crazy.

Just when the man was about to collapse, Jihyo finally increased her speed and let the hard object thrust violently into her mouth. She felt it swelling and beating in the deepest part of her mouth, so she sucked harder...

Jihyo sucked the man's cock hard until it became thicker and harder in her mouth. The man also quickly reached the critical point under her ventriloquism. He held Jihyo's hair tightly with both hands and gasped: "Jihyo...I'm cumming...let me cum quickly..."

Jihyo raised her big watery eyes to look at him, and then worked harder to swallow the huge thing with bulging veins. The man couldn't help but thrust forward and pushed his cock into the deepest part of her mouth. The next second, streams of thick white liquid spurted out and poured into Jihyo's throat.

Jihyo swallowed all the man's semen and spit it out after the cock was slightly weakened. She wiped the white liquid from the corner of her mouth and smiled sweetly at the man: "Oppa's taste is so good~ I ate it all!"

The man lay on the bed, panting exhausted. He knew that he was so fascinated by this witch that he would reach climax in the mouth of a strange woman. But he didn't regret it, because the bliss that Jihyo gave him was something he had never experienced before. He couldn't help but stretched out his hand, wanting to touch her body again...

Jihyo grabbed the man's hand, put it on her bare shoulder and stroked it gently: "Oppa, do you want me?" Her voice was like the sound of nature, with fatal attraction. The man nodded subconsciously, and she took the initiative to sit on his crotch, using her already muddy lower body to rub against his renewed desire.

"Then let's do something more interesting, shall we?" Jihyo leaned down and stuck out the tip of his tongue to swirl around the man's ear.

Jihyo's lips and tongue wandered around the man's neck like a snake, leaving erotic marks one after another. Her slippery lower body also began to rub between his legs, as if she wanted to swallow more. The man only felt that his reason was about to collapse under her offensive.

"Oppa, what do you want me to do?" Jihyo raised her misty eyes and looked at him, "Do you want me to hold you in my mouth like before? Or do you want me to sit on you and use my pussy to love you?"

Jihyo looked at him with charming eyes and smiled softly: "Then what does Oppa want me to do?"

The man knew that he could no longer resist such temptation. He arched up under Jihyo and held her butt cheeks with both hands: "I want you...I want you to sit on top...please me with your body..."

Jihyo nodded with satisfaction, grabbed his already high-spirited clone, and sat down slowly. The man's moans immediately resounded throughout the room - he finally got his wish to possess this charming woman. Jihyo began to move her body up and down, letting the hot thing move in and out of her body.

"Ah... Jihyo... you're so tight..." The man grasped Jihyo's slender waist and lifted her waist step by step in response to her movements. Jihyo gasped softly, enjoying the wonderful feeling of being one with the man. "Do you like it, oppa? Do you like it when I use this place to please you?"

"I...like it...it feels so comfortable..." The man closed his eyes and raised his head, letting out short moans.

Jihyo rides on the man wildly, and every rise and fall will cause a more intense collision sound. Her vagina has been honed by her long-term training to be extremely tight. Whenever the man's penis penetrates deep into it, it always brings an ecstasy of pleasure. Jihyo couldn't help but twist her slender waist to allow herself to accept this fiery desire more deeply.

"Ah... oppa... so big..." Jihyo pressed her hands on the man's chest and began to move her body up and down faster. She felt like her pussy was about to be stretched open, but this feeling of fullness made her want to stop. Every time it went deep, the man's penis would hit her cervix, causing a numb shudder.

"Jihyo...slow down...you will tire us both out..." The man hugged Jihyo tightly, feeling like his strength was being drained by her. But Jihyo didn't seem to hear it and instead rode harder. Her breasts swayed with the movement, and the man couldn't help but reach out and hold them, kneading the soft breasts.

"Oppa, do you like it? Do you like me doing this to you?" Jihyo asked breathlessly, feeling that her climax was about to come. The man closed his eyes and nodded, holding Jihyo's slim waist with one hand and squeezing the two red spots on her chest with his other hand.

"Hmm... great... Jihyo is cumming..." Jihyo let out a sweet cry and collapsed into the man's arms. The man felt that his penis was being squeezed by her vagina and it became sore, knowing that she had also reached a climax.

After a while, Jihyo slowly opened her eyes. She leaned close to the man's ear and whispered softly: "Oppa, you were very comfortable just now, right? I will make you more comfortable... We still have a lot of time..."

Although Jihyo's climax gave him a certain degree of satisfaction, seeing the still longing look in her eyes, the man knew that he was not completely released. He turned Jihyo over, assumed the missionary position, and entered her deeply once again.

"Ah...brother..." Jihyo exclaimed, and she felt another hot giant thing in her body pushing into the pussy. The man began to thrust wildly, hitting the deepest point every time. He grabbed Jihyo's proud breasts with both hands and kneaded them into various shapes.

"Jihyo...your breasts are so tempting..." The man gasped, feeling like he was about to lose control. Jihyo deliberately moved her hips to meet his thrusts, as if to seduce him to treat her more roughly. The man couldn't help but increase the strength in his hands, even leaving red marks.

"Oppa... be gentle... my breasts will be damaged..." Jihyo protested with a gasp, but her body betrayed her words and instead catered to the man's movements. This aroused the man's sadistic desire even more. He lowered his head, opened his mouth wide, took one of Jihyo's breasts into his mouth, and sucked hard.

"Hmm... don't... it hurts..." Jihyo felt like her nipples were almost bitten off by him, but this mixture of pain and pleasure made her body more sensitive. She felt the man's cock getting harder and hotter inside her, and knew he was about to reach his peak.

"Oppa... cum with me..." Jihyo hugged the man's neck tightly and wrapped her legs around his waist, allowing him to penetrate deeper into her.

Jihyo clamped her legs tightly around the man's waist and pushed him deeper into her body again and again. She felt that his penis was getting harder and bigger, as if he was trying to fill her up. Under the leadership of Jihyo, the man continued to increase the speed and intensity. Every impact made her feel the pleasure of being hit.

"Oppa...faster...I want you..." Jihyo urged, feeling that she was on the verge of climax. The man seemed to have reached his limit. He grabbed Jihyo's buttocks with both hands and began to thrust hard like a beast.

"Jihyo...I'm cumming...You're pushing me too hard..." The man screamed, feeling that he was about to explode. Jihyo took the initiative to contract her vagina and bit his cock tightly.

"Oppar... cum inside me... I want to be with you..." Jihyo shook her butt, letting the entrance of her womb rub his manhood.

The man could no longer control himself. He grunted, his body beating violently inside Jihyo, and streams of thick white heat were continuously injected into her body. Jihyo also reached her climax. She arched her body, clutching the bed sheets with both hands, and her pussy was sucking the man's cock like spasms.

"Ah... Jihyo... you're so good at sucking..." the man growled, feeling that his semen was completely absorbed by her pussy. Jihyo lay on his chest and relaxed her legs, letting his clone stay inside her.”

It took some time for Jihyo to recover from the afterglow of orgasm. She felt that the man's clone was still buried in her body. Although it was no longer erect, it also proved how intense the stormy sex had been.

"Oppa...you are making me so tired..." Jihyo said coquettishly. She turned her head and kissed the man's cheek. The man smiled bitterly and kissed her back.

"It's because you are too tempting...I really can't resist..." the man said apologetically, and he pulled out his weak clone, which was stained with the body fluids of the two of them. Jihyo looked at the weapon that tortured her to death and couldn't help laughing.

"Oppa is so childish..." Jihyo stretched out her hand and held the man's clone. Even though it had softened, she could still feel the warmth in her palm. She worked it up and down slowly, and couldn't help but feel a little proud when she saw the penis gradually getting hard in her hands.

"Jihyo...what are you doing..." the man exclaimed, but was soon overwhelmed by the pleasure. Jihyo smiled but did not answer. She climbed on top of the man, straddled between his legs, then leaned down and swallowed the man's cock in one gulp.

"Hmm..." The man couldn't help but raised his head. He felt the pleasure of his body being wrapped in a warm mouth. Jihyo sucked for a while, then raised her head and looked at the man with a smile.

"Oppa, don't you want it...I will help you with my mouth..." Jihyo lowered her head again and concentrated on serving the man's clone. The man grabbed her hair, feeling his desire being aroused by her again.

Jihyo knelt between the man's legs, holding his waist with both hands, swallowing his cock. The tip of her tongue licked along every inch of the shaft, occasionally taking care of the sac underneath. The man felt so comfortable that he closed his eyes and allowed Jihyo to do whatever he wanted.

"Jihyo...slow down...I can't take it anymore..." the man gasped. He felt that his cock was so hard that it hurt and he might ejaculate again at any time. Jihyo sped up, her lips tightly wrapped around the clone, and every suck made the man gasp.

"Oppa... do you like this...?" Jihyo raised her head and asked with misty eyes. The man nodded and reached out to hold her head. Jihyo lowered her head again and swallowed the clone into his throat. Her skills were proficient and sophisticated, and she quickly pushed the man to the edge of climax.

"No way...I'm cumming..." The man covered Jihyo's head, involuntarily raised his waist, and inserted his penis deeply into her mouth. Jihyo sucked in cooperation until the man roared and ejaculated waves of thick semen into her mouth.

Jihyo swallowed most of the semen, but some spilled out of the corners of her lips. She looked up at the man and smiled with satisfaction. "Oppa tastes so good..." She licked the corners of her mouth, crawled to lie down next to the man, and put her arms around his waist.

"Jihyo...you are such a monster..." the man sighed, his body still sensitive to the attack of Jihyo's lips and tongue. Jihyo just smiled, knowing that she had complete control over this man, and that was exactly what she wanted.

Jihyo lay in the man's arms, feeling that her pussy was still empty. Although the sexual intercourse just now made her climax several times, her body still longed for more pleasure. Especially when she saw the man's weak clone, she was even more unable to extricate herself.

"Oppa..." Jihyo called out coquettishly, then stretched out her little hand and held the man's clone. Although he had softened, he still slowly responded to her caress.

"You little evil..." the man said helplessly, but he had no intention of refusing. On the contrary, he took the initiative to put the clone into Jihyo's hand. Jihyo smiled happily. She gently kneaded the man's balls, feeling them gradually enlarge and harden.

"Oppa, do you like me doing this?" Jihyo asked while playing with the man's clone. The man's breathing became heavier, and he closed his eyes to enjoy Jihyo's service. "Of course, I like it...your little mouth is so good at sucking..." the man gasped. He felt that his desire was ignited again, and the cock became energetic.

Jihyo saw the man's reaction and smiled with satisfaction. She let go, then turned around and knelt down facing the man's direction. She held the man's thigh with one hand, held the clone with the other, opened her red lips, and took the man's little brother into her mouth.

"Hmm..." The man moaned comfortably. He felt his body enter a hot, moist and tight place, where the soft flesh was constantly rubbing and squeezing the source of his desire. Jihyo swallowed, his tongue flexibly swirled around the tip, and he made "gurgling" sounds from time to time.

Jihyo knelt on the bed, with her back to the man, her hips raised high, forming a beautiful arc. The man's mouth went dry and his body became as hard as a rock. He stretched out his hand and patted Jihyo's snow-white buttocks, causing a tremor.

"Brother...what do you want to do..." Jihyo screamed in pain. She turned her head and looked at the man with a bright eyebrow. That endearing look made the man unable to hold back any longer. He rushed forward and eagerly spread her legs and aimed his penis at the already muddy little hole, insert it to the end with all his strength!

"Ah——!" Jihyo screamed. She felt that her vagina was filled to the brim with a thick and hot object. The feeling of filling made her feel so comfortable that she almost flew up. The man grabbed Jihyo's slim waist and began to thrust rapidly. Each stroke hit the deepest part of her body, bringing waves of ecstasy-inducing pleasure.

"Oppa...it's so deep...slow down..." Jihyo begged, but the man didn't slow down, and instead thrust harder and harder. Jihyo soon couldn't resist anymore. She screamed repeatedly and her whole body was trembling slightly. The man seemed to be stimulated by her reaction. He grabbed Jihyo's breasts with one hand, kneaded the sensitive nipples, and reached down with the other hand to find her engorged clitoris, rubbing it lightly and hard at times.

The triple stimulation brought Jihyo to climax quickly. She screamed and orgasmed, and her pussy was spasming and contracting continuously.

Jihyo was so fucked by the man that her reason had already left her, replaced by the most primitive instinctive desire. She just wanted more, faster, deeper thrusts. The man noticed her need. He increased his speed and fucked Jihyo's pussy with almost brutal force.

"Ah...ah...harder...deeper..." Jihyo yelled randomly, her fingers clasping the sheets tightly, and her lower abdomen involuntarily pushed up to meet the man's impact. The man grabbed her waist and pulled her back, raising her hips higher to facilitate his thrust.

"Jihyo...you are really my little whore..." the man gasped. He looked at the expression of the woman under him losing control due to his own impact, and felt a sense of accomplishment as a conqueror in his heart. But soon he discovered that his strength seemed to be gradually unable to keep up with Jihyo's needs.

"Oppa... don't stop... harder..." Jihyo urged, her waist kept twisting, hoping to get deeper and stronger stimulation. The man gritted his teeth and turned Jihyo over so that she lay flat on the bed. Then he pressed up with his whole body and buried his body deeply into her body. He thrust like crazy, hitting her sensitive spots every time.

"Ah...ah...Oppa...I'm going to die..." Jihyo screamed again and again. She felt that the pleasure in her body had reached its peak and was about to explode at any time. But the man had no intention of stopping. He fucked her harder, as if he wanted to penetrate her completely.

Jihyo was fucked so hard by the man that she lost consciousness. Her limbs were tightly wrapped around the man's body like an octopus, and her nails sank into his flesh unknowingly. The man felt that he was about to ejaculate, but he still pumped Jihyo's pussy relentlessly. He wanted her to reach the climax with him.

"Oppa... I can't do it anymore... Slow down..." Jihyo begged in tears, but the man turned a deaf ear. He just wanted to let Jihyo get the maximum pleasure. Finally, after a deep thrust, the man finally roared and released all his desires into Jihyo's body. At the same time, Jihyo also reached her climax. She screamed, her pussy convulsed, and a large amount of warm love juice moistened their joint.

After a long time, the man got up from Jihyo''s body. He saw Jihyo''s little face flushed, her eyes filled with water. The ravaged look made him feel unusually satisfied. However, at this moment, Jihyo suddenly sat up and grabbed the man's wrist.

"Brother...I still want..." Jihyo's tone was a little hoarse, but the desire in her eyes was clear. The man was stunned. He originally thought that Zhi Huo should be fucked to death by him, but he didn't expect that she still wanted it? !

"But Oppa... I still want your cock in my pussy..." Jihyo hugged the man's neck and licked his ear with the tip of her tongue. The provocative action made the man react immediately.

"You little devil..." the man said through gritted teeth. His lower body became hard again and pressed against Jihyo's soft body. "Since you want it so much, then let’s do it. But this time, I can't let you off easily."

The man pushed Jihyo down on the bed, raised her legs and opened them to the maximum angle, and then inserted his cock deeply into her in one breath. "Ah~" Jihyo couldn't help but exclaimed. She had just experienced a fierce orgasm, and now she was experiencing a new round of impact. She felt like a small boat, rising and falling on the sea with the wind and waves, which may capsize at any time.

The man didn't care about Jihyo's feelings at all, he just thrust fiercely, as if he wanted to penetrate her completely. Jihyo could only hold on to the sheets tightly and endure the violent impact. "Oppa... be gentle... I won't be able to bear it..." She begged with a tearful voice, but the man couldn't listen at all. He even started to get harder, pinching her nipples and pulling and rotating them hard.

"Ugh...no...it's very sensitive there..." Jihyo felt a burst of electricity from her chest spread throughout her body, and her pussy became tighter and moister. She knew that she could no longer control her body's reaction and could only let the man do whatever he wanted.

The man felt the change in Jihyo, and he knew that she had once again indulged in the sea of sensuality. He took advantage of the situation and lowered his head to kiss her lips. His tongue penetrated her mouth and played with it wantonly. Jihyo was so ecstatic by his kiss that she kissed the man back obliviously, swallowing every inch of the sweet fluid he sent her.

Just when the two of them were immersed in the passionate kiss, the man suddenly let go of Jihyo's lips and kissed her ears, neck and shoulders. He placed frivolous kiss marks on her sensitive skin, each time eliciting unbearable moans from Jihyo.

" Jihyo..." The man whispered her name, his breathing already somewhat disordered. "You know, I fell in love with you the first time I saw you. I have always wanted to have you, and today I finally got my wish. I will always love you and never leave you."

Jihyo didn't react at all to the man's confession. All she could think about at the moment was how to get the man to enter her body again and bring her more pleasure. But she didn't want to ask directly, so she had to pretend to be touched, hugged the man's neck, and kissed him lightly on the cheek.

"Oppa... I like you too... I will always be by your side..." Jihyo said coquettishly, her hand sliding to the man's crotch and stroking his erect penis again.

The man was indeed pleased by her words. He happily picked up Jihyo, pressed her on the bed, and took possession of her again.

Jihyo soon became addicted to having sex with the man. She actively catered to his impact and moaned wildly. But she knew in her heart that she had no real feelings for the man in front of her. She only said those words deliberately to please him in order to satisfy her own desires.

But at this moment, Jihyo couldn't care less. She just wanted to enjoy this ridiculous sex feast. The man's power seemed to have no end. He thrust in and out of her like a never-ending machine, reaching the deepest point with every thrust. Jihyo's pussy was sore and numb from his rubbing, but it was more of a pleasant pleasure.

"Oppa...you are so awesome...I love you so much..." Jihyo murmured nonsense, her hands caressing the man's back and arms. The man looked at her intoxicated expression, and his desire to conquer was greatly satisfied.

"Jihyo... Me too... I will always treat you like this..." The man increased his speed and hit Jihyo's sensitive spots hard. Jihyo couldn't hold it back any longer, she screamed loudly and reached her climax, her core tightening around the man's cock.

After a long time, the two finally ended the intense sexual intercourse. Jihyo was lying on the bed, dripping with sweat all over her body, looking at the ceiling absentmindedly. She knew that such a relationship was destined to not last long, but she didn't care at the moment, she just wanted to chase a moment of happiness.

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mingtinysworld · 3 days

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Misbehaving pups

Pairing: Jongho x fem!reader x Yeosang

Genre: smut

Word count: 2.5k

Summary: Yeosang has given you and Jongho instructions. You choose to not follow them and end up bearing the consequences

Warnings: MDNI, dom!yeosang, sub!jongho, sub!reader, mutual masturbation, voyeurism, dacryphilia, reader wears collar, reader and Jongho called ‘pup’, hickeys, oral (m! receiving), edging once, blindfold, fingering (f! receiving)

A/n: so fun fact, I actually dreamed about this kinda. In my dream Jongho was on the bed like that and I was kneeling with my head resting on his thighs. I woke up and I was like wow, I have to write this. And jongsang is such an iconic duo, I just had to. Hope you enjoy! Love youuu, please like, comment and reblog. - Jules<3

Networks: @newworldnet

“Can we just be really quick?” You look at Jongho with tears gathering in your eyes, lashes fluttering gently.

“No Y/n, you know we can’t. If he finds out we’ll be in so much trouble.” Jongho looks at you with an equally desperate expression, eyes and mouth saying different things.

“I mean…he doesn’t have to know,” You cock your head innocently, trying to entice him further. “You’re telling me you don’t wanna touch me?” He groans at your pout, wanting to smash his lips against yours, but he remembers the warning.

“Do NOT touch each other until I’m home. Got it?”

You both had nodded absentmindedly then, not realizing just how challenging it would be to refrain from touching one another. You look at the clock and see that it’s only one hour before Yeosang comes home, and the thirst for defiance is running strongly through your veins.

“He didn’t necessarily say anything about touching ourselves, just not each other.” You speak with a confident tone, feeding into the desires of Jongho. He’s torn between wanting to obey his master and giving in to his needs. He gives a slight timid nod and starts to remove his pants.

“Ok fine, but if he catches us, you’re taking responsibility.” He grumbles. You beam at him and take your spot against the floor. You lean back on the wall and look up at where Jongho is laying on the bed, bulge noticeable through his boxers. You long to touch him, but for now you’ll have to settle on touching yourself.

You slide your panties to the side and start circling around on your clit, moving in languid strokes. You hear a groan and force yourself to look up at Jongho, who has taken down his boxers and started touching himself softly. His cock stands tall with arousal, the tip leaking precum. You bite your lip hard and refrain from being too loud, needing to look out for the sound of Yeosang’s arrival.

“Ahh it feels too good.” You let out a pleased whimper, circling even faster. You can feel your wetness seeping out and slide in a finger. You train your eyes on Jongho’s hand going up and down, spreading his wetness around, resulting in a lewd squelching sound. You clench around your finger at the sight and bite your lip, so badly wanting to have him in your mouth.

Jongho grunts as he goes faster, his head thrown back and eyes shut tight. His breathing intensifies and sparks go up his spine. You add a second finger, moaning at the insufficient length of your fingers, needing something longer to reach your sweet spot.

Jongho cries out and his stomach convulses as he comes with thick spurts of cum coating his skin. He lets out a strangled whimper and clutches the sheets firmly. Right at that moment, the door squeaks open and in comes the form of Yeosang.

You squeak as you catch his eyes and remove your fingers at the speed of lightning. Jongho, still in his post orgasm aftershock, is too heavy in a daze to feel alarmed. Yeosang walks in slowly, with deliberate steps, taking in the sight of his puppies misbehaving.

“What’s happening here?” He speaks in a controlled low tone.

You feel your throat close up in panic and stutter pathetically, while Jongho just makes tiny whimpers. Yeosang crouches in front of you and dips a finger under your collar to make you look up at him. Your neck strains with tension but you don’t dare make a sound. You see the fire in his eyes and know you’re in for a long night.

He looks at your wide glossy eyes and tries to keep his gaze away from your plump spit covered lips. He just looks at you for a few moments and your heart beats faster and faster, feeling the need to explain yourself.

“I know you said to not touch each other while you’re gone, but y-you didn’t say anything about touching ourselves.” You explain, with a quiet voice.

“Don’t be a smart ass, you know damn well what’s allowed and what’s not.”

You open your mouth to speak but the look in his eyes tells you not to. “Don’t make it worse for yourself.”

He lets go of you and scoots to where Jongho is on the bed. Jongho casts his eyes downwards, too embarrassed to look Yeosang in the eyes. He fidgets with his fingers and gives a meek apology.

“I’m sorry sir, I’ve been bad.” He bows his head in shame, and Yeosang can’t help but feel a glimmer of pity for the man. He knows that you’re probably the one who influenced him to be bad, so he decides to go slightly easier on him. Without looking away from him, he addresses you.

“Y/n, come kneel by the bed.” He directs with a commanding tone, no space for an argument present.

You do as he says and crawl to the bed to kneel at his feet. You look up at him and await his next instructions patiently. He stands up to sit on the other side of Jongho, furthest from you.

“Lay your head on his thighs.”

You obey once more and lay your head on him, cheek against his thigh. At this proximity, his cock is right by your face, as if taunting you. If you were to stick your tongue out, you would’ve been able to feel him. Yeosang approves with a hum and turns to the side table to get something out. He fishes through the drawers and emerges with a silk blindfold. He gently wraps the fabric around Jongho and cups his face to caress him.

“You’re still my good boy aren’t you?” He asks in a soothing tone. Jongho’s heart skips a beat and he flushes.

“Yes sir, I am.” He answers earnestly.

Yeosang proceeds to peel his shirt off and he prompts Jongho to take his off as well. Seeing both of their exposed chests fills you with sparks, as if fireworks went off. Desperately needing a release, you whimper, but Yeosang doesn’t even bat an eye. He throws a leg over Jongho and straddles him, your face being mere inches from his butt. You grumble unhappily and Yeosang clicks his tongue disapprovingly.

“Don’t complain, this is your punishment. Stay still and don’t make a sound. It’s your own doing.”

He crashes his lips against Jongho and kisses him passionately. He holds onto his shoulders and his hips move against his own will. He grinds down onto Jongho’s once again hardening erection, eliciting sweet moans from his mouth. As the two are heavily making out, you can’t help but squirm from being able to hear but not see them. Your thighs are slick with arousal and you’re reminded of your stolen orgasm from earlier.

“Please sir, let me at least look.” You softly cry out, needing something to satiate you.

“Do not speak unless spoken to.” He growls against Jongho’s mouth.

You close your eyes in resignation, but can’t help but feel guilty and needy. You’re sorry for disobeying Yeosang, but you’re also so desperate for an orgasm that you’d do anything. Your eyes fill up with tears and you do your best to hide your impending crying. The tears drop silently for a few moments but soon sobs come accompanied by hiccups.

As soon as Yeosang hears your cries, he stops his movements and moves off of Jongho to face you. You finally get a glimpse of Jongho’s red and bruised lips, made pretty by Yeosang. Yeosang reaches out to stroke your hair, which would usually be a soothing motion, but it makes you cry even harder.

“Aw pup, this is overwhelming isn’t it?” He coos at you and wipes your tears away with his thumb. “Alright, I’ll let you watch.” You whimper in relief and open your tear stained eyes to watch.

He slots his lips against Jongho’s once more, but this time he angles his body in a way so that you have a clear view. Yeosang takes an opportunity to twist Jongho’s nipple. He whines into his mouth and bucks his hips up, right by your face. Yeosang keeps pinching and twisting as Jongho flails around helplessly.

“You’re so shameless. Doing whatever Y/n tells you to do. You know better.”

After a few moments, Yeosang turns to you with an evil grin. He grabs your hair and yanks you up so that your head is no longer laying down. You yelp in pain but say nothing in fear you’ll anger him further.

“I want you to get him so close to the edge but don’t let him cum.”

Your eyes widen at Yeosang. He’s never made you do something like this before. Only he’s ever edged you or Jongho, but never instructed one of you to do it. You nod at him, signaling that you’ll go through with his request. He lets go of your hair and your eyes fall onto the very red tip of Jongho’s cock. Even though he’s already come once, he looks eager to get a second release. One that’s not gonna come easily though.

You latch your lips around the tip and hollow your cheeks. You wish that you could see his beautiful eyes reacting to you, but you can settle for the twitches and jerks in his body. He bucks up, wanting to go deeper in your mouth. Yeosang however will not let him. He holds down Jongho’s hips firmly and Jongho lets out a whine of complaint.

You lick the underside of his shaft, slowly going up. One of your favorite things is to tease Jongho, him never failing to give a pleasing reaction. You sink down completely and he groans unabashedly. You can feel him in the back of your throat and you instinctively try to swallow, resulting in you choking awkwardly. You hold out though, keeping him in there for a few moments.

You come up for air and take in deep breaths before continuing. You go up and down, using your hand for the exposed part. Yeosang looks on as if he’s mesmerized. He can’t believe how much he lucked out by having you two being his.

“P-please, please let me come.” Jongho’s voice sounds so desperate it makes your core throb with need. You make eye contact with Yeosang and he shakes his head slowly, telling you not to let him come.

As much as you want to have your mouth filled with Jongho’s seed, you obey Yeosang and rip away his orgasm. You pop off of him abruptly and immediately Jongho whines like a child. He sniffles and you see the tears falling past the blindfold. You clench around nothing at the sight of him crying, and look to Yeosang for the next instructions.

You two lock eyes and he gives you one approving nod. You take this positive reaction in stride and dive down on Jongho again, this time with a mission to make him come as hard as possible.

“Oh god.” Jongho lets out a broken wail, hands searching to hold on to anything to ground himself. You hollow your cheeks and go deeper and deeper. Jongho can’t hold it anymore and he grabs ahold of your hair, pulling you up and down on him. Gurgling noises are heard and Yeosang can’t help but palm himself through his pants.

You let out a helpless muffled moan as Jongho thrusts his hips upward, chasing his high. You close your teary eyes, not even doing anything at this point, simply taking it all. After a few more shallow thrusts Jongho comes in your mouth, white painting your mouth and throat. The liquid dribbles down your chin and onto his pelvis. Yeosang lifts you up by your collar and you take a deep gasp of air, oxygen filling your lungs. Yeosang takes a finger and scoops up the cum, having a taste of the bittersweet essence.

“Mmm you taste so good.” He closes his eyes, savoring the flavor. Jongho twitches with sensitivity and touches Yeosang to tell him that he wants the blindfold off. Yeosang takes it off and Jongho squints from the harsh light. His eyes are red and wet, and his cheeks are streaked with tears. He takes in your mess of a face and takes a deep, shuddering breath.

“God I- you look so- wow.�� He stumbles over his words and you can’t help but giggle. “But you didn’t cum yet.” He says with a sad pout. You look over at Yeosang and he pats his thighs.

“Come sit here.”

You get up to lay in between his legs, back against his muscular chest. He spreads your legs apart, legs hooked on top of yours to keep you open. “Jongho, you just lay there and watch.”

Yeosang dips a finger into your cunt and you moan happily, finally getting the touch you’ve been craving. His fingers go into a frantic pace as he draws out happy little whimpers from you. Jongho looks on, completely transfixed. His eyes are glazed over and chest is slowly rising and falling.

“You’ve been waiting for this haven’t you? You’re such a good pup, letting me do whatever. You feel so warm and tight I can’t even imagine what my cock would do to you.” He whispers the lewd words in your ear, sending tingles through your body.

“I want your cock.” You say pathetically.

Yeosang tuts softly and continues his abuse of your pussy. “Not today pup, I know you’re too tired for it.” You think about complaining but think better of it. You’re just grateful to get his pretty, slender fingers in you.

He fingers you with an unrelenting rhythm, not slowing down or giving you any chance to breathe. You can’t help but arch your back against him, but your body resists going any further because of his tight hold on you. He curls his fingers up, hitting a sensitive spot and you cry out. You pant like a dog in heat, every inch of your body twitching.

Yeosang attaches his lips against the sensitive skin of your neck, sucking in deep purple marks, humming appreciatively. He loves when you get so responsive, it’s his one of many favorite things about you. As much as you try to hide your noises, it’s no use because the way Yeosang knows your body inside and out is matchless.

His thumbs sneaks to your bundle of nerves and circles frantically, desperate to make you cum. You close your eyes and clench your whole body as you cum intensely, so intense that your ears block out every sound around you, making everything muffled. You can barely breathe, your breaths sounding like wheezes.

“Hi beautiful, there you are.” Yeosang pushes the hair out of your face, revealing your sweaty but stunning features. You whimper in response, too drained to get a single word out. “That was a lot huh.”

He grabs your limp body and lifts you off the bed. As he gets off he makes sure to give Jongho a loving and reassuring kiss, showing him that he appreciates and adores him.

“My most beautiful pups.”

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monstersighing · 2 days

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PLEASE MAKE MORE FRANKENSTEIN SHIT I NEED IT

It took a while, but here's more sweet (but filthy) smut for you, anon.

M Frankenstein’s Creature x AFAB Reader

MDNI, 18+ NSFW

Title: Wait

Content: edging, oral sex (fellatio and cunnilingus), penetrative sex, praise, light somno, thigh fucking.

You wake up in your bed, which is a surprise because last night you fell asleep on the floor, pinned under Francis. He must have lifted you and took you to bed after. You ache, in a pleasant, well-used way.

After washing and dressing, you look out the window and see the distant figure of Francis, weeding in the fields.

There is porridge laid out under a covered bowl on the kitchen table. After eating your fill, you wander outside.

Francis is sitting against a tree stump at the edge of the field, his head tilted up to the sun. It’s not often you can look at him without him looking back, so you drink in the sight of him. His long limbs, the breadth of his chest, the scars and stitches that litter his skin. On another man the scars would indicate weakness, loss – but you know those scars are what put him together and gave him life, so you admire them.

He doesn’t open his eyes until your body blocks the sun on his face. His odd-coloured eyes scan across your face. His expression turns nervous. You bend to kiss him then, to wipe the expression off his face, and his hands settle and stroke across your hair.

“Good morning,” you say when the kiss ends.

As he replies, you take the chance to sink to your knees and part his legs so you can settle between his thighs. You nuzzle your face across his crotch and pull his cock out of his trousers so you can lick and suck him to hardness.

Every time you look up you see his eyes intent on you. It makes your cunt warm and become slick. You moan at the feeling of Francis’ thick cock filling your mouth as you bob your head, trying to take more each time. The vibration makes his hips jerk into you. “Fuck my face, please,” you whine as you pop his dick out of his mouth to rub it against your lips.

He follows your instructions, a hand on the back of your head, pressing you down on his cock. Giving up control and letting him set the pace, makes your cunt throb and you cup your free hand against it: whether to relieve of increase the pressure you’re not sure. He thrusts hard and you feel his cock spit cum into your mouth. You swallow, and then draw off his dick, breath ragged, and settle your head against his thigh.

When Francis reaches to pull you up and grabs your skirt to lift it, you step away.

“I want you to fuck me in a bed, tonight,” you say. The hot aching feeling in your cunt that would welcome his fingers, his mouth or his cock, but you’re content to let it simmer for now.

He grunts his frustration but lets you after kissing you, deeply. It feels like there’s a promise of what he will do to you tonight: his hands pulling you close and his tongue brushing against yours.

Francis watches you all the way back to the house.

+++

Lunch time comes and you shout out to the fields for Francis to join you.

You kiss in between eating and discuss your days so far. It’s so sweet you can almost forget the liquid heating pooling in your crotch.

Francis waits until the table is cleared and then takes you by the waist, backs you into it and turns you around so he can hike up your skirt.

“I’ve been thinking about what you did with your mouth all morning. Let me return the favour,” Francis says. You let him pull down your underwear and widen your stance so he can trace a finger along your cunt lips, gathering slick.

“You’re so wet,” he says. “Leaking before I’ve even put a finger in you.”

In that moment, all you want is for him to plunge those fingers inside and crook against the spot inside you that you know will make your knees buckle. But you find yourself saying, “I want to wait. For tonight. Fuck my thighs now.”

There’s a pause, and you would be happy whether he obeyed or did not, but there is a strange thrill when you feel the already leaking head of his cock push against and then through the gap in your thighs.

His hands settle on your hips, and the pace he sets is brutal. Rough deep thrusts through between your thighs. When you clench them tighter, he moans, and seconds later pulls out of their grip. You can hear the sound as he strips his cock roughly in one hand and then, at his groan of satisfaction, you feel his cum splatter against your ass cheeks and drip down. He leans close over you then, and your legs part, expecting his fingers on your clit, in your cunt, but he only presses a kiss to the bowed back of your neck. You hear a shifting of fabric as he rights himself, and the door opens and then closes.

It’s some time before you can rise from the table.

+++

When the day is finally done, you wash and crawl into bed, naked.

Hot with anticipation, you splay your legs to avoid the temptation to clench your thighs on the ache between them. You’re waiting for Francis to join you after checking the animals in the barn are settled for the night.

The blankets over you are so warm and you are so comfortable, you doze off, although you don’t mean to.

Drifting in that sweet half sleep you feel the blanket being tugged down. Large, warm hands trace across your skin from your neck to your nipples, from your belly to your thighs. You arch into the touch. When the hands part your thighs and you feel a mouth press against your cunt, the shock of pleasure draws you back to full consciousness.

Francis is between your thighs, his tongue swiping over and over against your pussy and clit. You begin to wriggle, and he pulls your legs over his shoulders to hold you open and wide for him. You feel him moan against your cunt and come with all the force of someone who has denied themselves all day, shaking and tight-muscled, and then limp in the aftershocks.

He sits up and pulls you into his lap, and you lower yourself, inch by aching inch onto the hard length of his cock until he is fully seated inside you, your cunt lips stretched wide around the girth of him. You begin to rock, and little gasps push past your lips at the feeling of fullness. This is what you’ve wanted all day, his dick stretching the walls of your cunt. Wide hands on your waist pull you up so only the tip of his cock is still buried in you, and then back down until he sheaths his full length back in you. You can hear the wet squelch of each thrust.

“So good, so tight for me,” Francis mutters into your neck.

The rhythm of his thrusts is punishing, and you whimper and moan open-mouthed into the skin of his neck. He pushes you back to the bed and pulls your legs high and wide. The look of animal desire as he takes in the whole of you makes you tremble. When he drives his cock back into you with one swift thrust, you come again, thighs shaking in his grasp. At the clench of your walls around him, Francis’s rhythm becomes ragged, and you feel overcome as pleasure sparks still with each plunge of his cock. After a few wild thrusts, you feel him stop, pushed as deep as he can in your cunt, and flood it with his cum.

Flopping over your body, so you are covered completely by his warm, sweat-damp skin, Francis asks, “Was it worth the wait?”

You mumble a noise of agreement, unable to make words, and Francis huffs a laugh and draws back to kiss you, soft and deep.

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permanentswaps · 2 days

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Walk on the Wild Side Pt. 2

Read Pt. 1 here.

Kris’s POV

Fuck, like I'm ever gonna give that twink his body back, I chuckled to myself. He sends me messages every day – sometimes he’s begging to swap back, sometimes he’s begging for me to fuck his ass. It's cute, but like I said, I don't do charity cases.

And why would I ever want to go back to that body when my business has increased tenfold in this one? Yeah, getting mentally domed by a skinny guy in his early twenties is definitely a turn-on for some guys. But getting mentally and physically domed by a Latino hunk like myself – people pay top dollar for that kind of experience.

Luckily, I had built my brand on being a witch, so none of my old clients batted an eye when I took this sexy body as my own. In fact, my clientele had expanded exponentially. The allure of getting railed by a muscular Adonis like myself was just irresistible to them.

Although it's all for business, some of the new clients I've acquired since the swap have been incredibly enjoyable to engage with. Take Paul, for example.

He's a pornstar accustomed to playing the dominant role on screen, but he had a secret desire to explore submission. He confided in me that he'd only feel comfortable surrendering control and bottoming if he was physically overpowered by a bigger guy. That's precisely why he sought me out.

The opportunity to fulfill Paul's fantasies was too enticing to pass up. Seeing the excitement and anticipation in his eyes as I took control ignited a fire within me.

With Paul eagerly at my mercy, I wasted no time in asserting my dominance. I started by compelling him to worship my massive pecs. I mean, look at these things — how could you not worship them? I grinned with satisfaction as I held his face against my hairy, sweaty skin, reveling in the sensation of his warm breath against my chest.

"Who's Daddy's good boy?" I praised him, my voice dripping with authority and desire.

Once we had indulged in that initial act of worship, I shifted my focus to his ass. But not before giving it a few firm slaps, just to remind him who was in charge. With each resounding smack, I could feel the anticipation building between us.

As I lowered my mouth to his hole, I made sure to tease and tantalize him, savoring every gasp and moan that escaped his lips. Eventually, he had loosened up enough, his body trembling with anticipation.

With a predatory grin, I withdrew my thick cock and began to rub it teasingly against his eager hole, relishing in the sensation of his tightness against my throbbing member. It was only a matter of time before I claimed him completely, taking what was rightfully mine in a frenzy of lust and desire.

Sensing Paul's nervousness, I decided to assert my dominance even further. With a firm hand, I pushed his head down into the pillow, effectively silencing any protests that might have escaped his lips. There was no room for hesitation in this encounter.

Without further ado, I thrust my cock into his ass relishing in the way he squirmed and moaned beneath me. "How do you like that?" I grunted, my voice thick with desire and authority.

"Keep going," he moaned back, his voice muffled by the pillow and strained with pleasure as he struggled to take it all.

For a while, we continued fucking in that primal, animalistic manner, lost in the throes of passion and desire. But eventually, we switched positions, with Paul taking control as he straddled me in cowboy position.

From underneath, I watched with rapt attention as he rode me, his cock rubbing between my pecs with each thrust. The sight of him pleasuring himself against my body only fueled my desire further, driving me to new heights of ecstasy.

Before long, we both reached the pinnacle of pleasure, our bodies trembling with release as we unleashed our creamy loads in a torrent of passion and desire. It was yet another exhilarating day in the life of the Kink Witch, and I couldn't wait to see what other adventures awaited me.

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rafescurtainbangz · 2 days

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Peach Part 2 of 2 Rafe Cameron Two Shot) +18

Part 1

Minor DNI

This was a little prompt from a conversation between @drewstarkeyslut @rafesthroatbaby

Spoilers: somnophilia, cheating, swearing, degradation, name-calling, pet names, oral (fem. receiving), eral (male receiving), ownership kink, reader's a sugar baby, rough sex, nipple play, ehoking, creampie, & cum play, no use of y/a but everyone refers to her as the pet name Peach, softish rafe but he's kinda mean here and there, breeding kink, brief smut (kisses and pushing fingers in) with Ward

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College!Rafe x Ward's Sugar Baby (female reader)

Word of warning, if you hate the use of "daddy", stop while you're ahead. You'll hate this.

Reader’s POV:

Rafe chuckles darkly, rolling his eyes to yours, giving you a look that speaks volumes. "Why don't you let me know in two minutes? Huh? I'm sure that's how long he'll last." He reaches down, snagging your little panties off the floor, stuffing them in his powder blue suit pocket.

Rafe reaches out his hand, helping you off the couch. Your knees wobble as you continue to come down from your high off his fingers and lips alone.

Everything with Ward was ruined the moment you and Rafe were alone. Was I hoping for this all along? Was a part of me just trying to get closer to Rafe from the beginning? I mean, it seems like it. All I know is I made a mess for myself and fast.

Rafe opens the door for you, hanging back as his hand continues to hold yours, lingering until the last moment before pressing a soft kiss on top. "You know where to find me. Yeah?" You look up at Rafe, the dark room matching his darkened eyes. He smiles smugly as you give him a timid nod. "Good girl." Rafe releases your hand; the door fanning shut, closing off the two of you from each other.

You walk a few paces, just two doors down from the locker room. Rafe steps out from behind the door, adjusting his tie dramatically before running his fingers through his romp-tousled hair. He looks over at you, giving you a little wink before shuffling away.

Fuck me.

"Ward!" You gasp. Your stomach turns, déjà vu hitting you like you’d pressed rewind. Ward slams his lips against yours, taking your breath away. You pinch your eyes shut, praying silently that he doesn't smell his son’s rich cologne lingering on your skin.

Your long nails scratch through his hair, making him moan and you shudder into your kiss as he pulls you deeper into the room; your guilt mounting by the second. The shame feels heavy, a suffocating weight pressing down on your chest.

"Where were you, baby girl? You were gone too long," he whispers against your mouth as he lays you back on the smooth top of the billiards table.

"I ran into one of the wives," you pant, your heart racing with your thoughts. "M'sorry."

"It’s alright. As long as I have you with me it doesn't matter, Peach." His rough fingers meet the inside of your thighs, moving higher and higher. No. No. Fuck. My panties-

"No panties. Huh? Such a needy thing for Daddy. You couldn't even bother wearing that little set I bought you. Could you?"

you clear your throat in an attempt to clear your mind. "No - no. I need you. Please," you whimper. Your nerves and unease, muddled for sheer unadulterated want. You swallow thickly as Ward’s fingers push inside you. "Fuck, princess... Have you been thinkin' about me? You're so wet," he lauds. “Why didn't you tell me?“

"Hurry. Please. C'mon, Daddy-”

"Gotta be real quiet, Peach. I'd hate for the other guys to know just how good Ward Cameron takes care of his girl. You're drippin' just thinking about it, Sugar-” You grab him by the root of his hair, silencing his ignorance with your drenched pussy.

Goddamnit, Rafe.

Rafe was right... As much as I hate to admit it. Ward didn't stand a chance. Yet another fake orgasm for the books. After we got back to the event all I wanted was Rafe’s attention. / craved it. I craved him. I wanted his eyes on me and his lips on mine. / wanted to finish what we started. Rafe acted like it was nothing at all... ignoring me which made me fight for his focus even more. Ward’s son going as far as flirting with other women. Just taunting me further.

I couldn't take it any longer, my mind stuck on Rafe, Rafe, Rafe while I listened to Ward snore. I weighed my options for a moment. Sure, I feel guilty. I know what I did was wrong. But, I can’t take the risk.

I need to do something fast. I need Rafe.

You look down at him, his large toned body tangled in sheets. Your manicured finger traces his rosy bottom lip as you study his features - the man, just as beautiful when he sleeps. You grab the bow at your waist, loosening the satin strap, letting it fall to your feet leaving you bare just like him.

Your pussy throbs with anticipation, thinking about Rafe's words just a few hours before, hearing just how bad he wanted you for himself. Your fingers brush over his gold chain, to his strong chest, following the divet of his abs; flexing under your touch to his slight happy trail.

Rafe rolls to his back, pitching the linen sheet eversoslighty as his dick starts to respond to your touch. You let out a needy moan as you pull back the sheet, his long, thick cock just begging to be licked, sucked, and fucked. You reach down, gliding your fingers through your pussy, gathering your wetness as you climb on top of him.

You take hold of the base of his dick, tracing up slowly, feeling him get heavier in your hand the harder he gets. His fat pink tip, shift to a deeper hue as you watch a little pearl of precum gather at his slit growing larger with each stroke. He's so fucking big... Your mouth waters at the sight of him.

Your tongue traces along a vein, catching his precum as it drips down slowly down the side. You lick a few fat stripes up his shaft, kissing wetly as his dick twitches in your palm. You groan onto his cock as your warm wet mouth wraps around his swollen tip. A sleepy moan follows from Rafe as you suckle on his head, flicking your tongue to tease.

You caress his balls as you take him to the back of your throat. "Fuck," Rafe gasps, "Oh. Oh, Fuckkk." His surprise pivots to pleasure in an instant. "Goddamn, princess... Took you long enough," He hums as he gathers your hair in his hand, pushing it out of the way to get a better look. “I knew you’d flip, baby doll. You were mine the moment I saw you.”

Rafe pushes you a little further, releasing a needy moan at your gag reflex. Tears roll down your cheeks as you take almost all of him, pulling off slowly, swirling to the tip making his eyelashes flutter. "Jesus fuckin' Christ," he moans as he throws his head back on the pillow. "Gonna bust my load already... You have any idea how good this feels? Such a fuckin’ slut, ma... You already know how to suck me just like I like," he sighs blissfully, catching the mess of saliva dripping from the corner of your lips before sucking it clean.

Rafe blows out a breath as you start to stroke him with your mouth, rolling his heavy balls in your small hand. You release his cock with a pop, causing him to let out a grunt for more, almost instantly eased by your fist, jerking him off.

You can feel your wetness, trickling from your pussy, seeping down your inner thigh. “I can't wait to fuck you, princess. I already fucked my fist twice since we got back, just dreamin’ about that sweet pussy of yours.”

Twisting your hand at the base you bob up and down. Rafe follows your strokes, pressing you lower as he mumbles more words of praise. "He doesn't deserve this. You're perfect. This fuckin’ mouth, baby. You can get anything you want from me. Wanna breed this perfect pussy. Really make you mine." You hollow your cheeks, milking his cock, making him groan and shift on the mattress, cutting off his babbling. "Gonna cum... let me have it, baby. Let me fuck it deep in your cunt. Yeah? I won't stop. I'll keep going. Just let me fill you up."

You come off his dick, crawling toward his lips as Rafe grips himself. You moan in unison as you take every inch. Rafe's balls squish against your ass as his eyes roll to the back of his skull. You feel his cock twitch, throbbing inside your sensitive cunt as he fills whatever space is left, stuffing you to the brim with his load.

"Fuckk, baby. Holy shit. I… Mmm… I'll take care of you. Alright?" He pants as his eyes lift open on yours. “Say somethin’, princess.”

"Okay, daddy-”

"Daddy?" He echoes, his pleading tone turning smug as he gets exactly what he wanted.

Rafe captures your lips in a heated kiss, deepening it in a moment. Your mouth moves with Rafe’s, exploring and savoring the taste of his soft lips and tongue. Your hands roam his body, pulling him closer and closer. You grind and swivel your hips nice and slow, moaning and whining against his mouth as his cock hits all the right spots.

Rafe’s lips separate from yours, making you chase his kiss. He rest his large palms on your hips, lifting you slightly to hover you over his still rock-hard cock. You feel Rafe’s cum drip from your pussy, catching the head of his pulsing dick before rolling down his shaft.

His dark eyes lift to yours, making chills fall down your spine. "Don't worry, princess. Gonna fuck it all back in you I promise." He mumbles through raspy whisper as he drags you to his lips. His hand weaves through your hair, wrapping the other around your waist before pulling you down to the mattress.

Rafe lays you out, eyeing your slick slit making you whimper as he traces his digits through the mess, lifting it to your lips. You taste the both of you on your tongue; Rafe, letting you suck on his fingers for a moment. You swirl your tongue as your eyes stay locked on his.

“You’re such a filthy whore, baby. Just perfect for me-”

"Please, Rafe..." You whimper the second he pulls them out, frantic and aching for him to plug you just like before.

"What was that, princess?" He asks, cocking an eyebrow in your direction as he clutches your legs, curling them over his broad shoulders.

"Please, daddy."

"Mmm... Mhmm. There it is. There's my girl,” he sighs as pushes into you once more. Your mouth hangs open as he bottoms you out; Rafe making you squeal in pain and pleasure as he plows himself flush with you, pressing his body weight down on you to fold you in half.

"So big, daddy," you weep.

Rafe pecks a soft kiss on your quivering lips. "You alright, baby?" He whispers as he drags himself out.

"So fucking good. I wanna cum on your cock. I need it-”

He sucks his teeth and chuckles malevolently. "How long has it been, Peach?" His tone almost guised for genuine concern.

"Rafe…” you plead.

"No shit? Fuck. That's so embarrassing for him... You poor little thing. M'gonna make you cum again and again until the only man you remember owning this perfect pussy is me." You bite your lip and nod as Rafe throws his hips into you.

His lips locks with yours, moaning and blissful cries exchanged. Rafe’s hips slap against the back of your thighs; his dewy forehead, nestled against yours, stealing glances from time to time to watch his cum-covered cock dip in and out.

He picks up speed, feeling your walls drawn in around him. His large wooden bed frame knocks against the wall, making your eyes widen. "Rafe s-stop... Just - just slow down."

"I ain't stoppin’,” he grunts, snapping his hips a little more. The rhythmic banging surely heard from rooms away. "I told you I'm gonna take care of you. That means takin’ care of him. Aight? Don’t worry, baby. Daddy’s got you. Now c'mon, princess, don't hold out on me. Let him hear how it sounds when his little doll cums... My little doll."

His strong hands grip your hips, using them as leverage to drill into you, making you scream. You throw your head back, eyes shut tight as you feel yourself about to fall apart. Your mouth draws open as a string of curses and praise flows freely. "Rafe. Fuck!" You moan as your pleasure releases, pussy pulsing around his big cock as you cum hard. Rafe fucks you through it as stars dance in your eyes, his stamina unmatched as he continues to rut into you.

“Holy shit, da-”

"Peach?" You hear Ward call.

Your heads snap toward the door, Rafe not missing a beat. “Oops. Think someone’s lookin’ for you, Peach.”

“OPEN THE GODDAMN DOOR!”

“Uh yeah, Pops. We're kinda busy in here," Rafe drones; his voice hoarse and worn with pleasure. "Ain't that right, baby?”

Ward starts to bang on the door as Rafe starts to thrust quicker, keeping time with the rapid pounding of Ward's fists. The door handle jiggles as he fights with the locked handle.

"Rafe..." You sniffle as tears of pleasure leak from your eyes.

"Me too, princess. Fuck. Me too," he coos. Rafe slips his hand low; his adept fingers brushing fast.

"Yes, daddy. Just - Just like that.”

“I need it baby… Cum for me one more time,” he grunts.

You cry out as your orgasm spills over, soaking his cock, and wetting the sheets below. "That's it... Good fuckin' girl." Rafe leans in close, caging your body in. His lips brush against the shell of your ear, breathing rapidly. "Squirtin’ on my cock, angel? I'm such a fuckin’ showin' off. Told you. didn't I? No one's gonna take care of you like me.”

"Ugh, shit. I'm yours. M'yours, Daddy.”

“Yeah you are… Fuckin’ right. All mine.” His hips snap into you one last time, filling you with his warmth, toppling down on top of you. You can feel everything at this moment, his release and your own, the two of you glazed with sweat. Rafe’s lips press against your just as you hear the door force open.

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vanwritesfan-fiction · 3 days

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Concept, Jack asking your opinions for the new balance shoe

Made in Boston

A/N: all of this is made up lol

Usually Jack's trips to the New Balance office were quick and all business, so when he suggested the family go with him this time around, you were hesitant at the thought of trying to keep up with three kids while he was in meetings all day. Still, Jack was insistent that you be there, so you packed the family up and headed to New England.

As you got a tour of the New Balance offices, Brooklyn's eyes lit up with excitement. She had come into her own over the past couple of years, finding her own personal style, and even at a young age, she had an impressive sneaker collection that rivaled Jack's own. She asked a million questions about the process and people's different jobs, and Jack's heart swelled with pride as he watched his oldest child speak so confidently in front of others.

Your tour ended up in one of the boardrooms, where Urban and other members of Jack's team, as well as some of New Balance's designers were waiting. As soon as you spotted Urban, you were confused and the girls were very excited to see their uncle.

"Uncle Urby!"They ran to him, making the back of his chair hit the wall. "My chickadees!" He was just as excited to see them, grabbing them in a tight hold. You stopped Jack just short of the threshold, grabbing his hand. He squeezed your fingers gently a couple times when he realized you were nervous about being met with so many people. "What's everyone doing here? What's going on?"

"I have a surprise for you and the girls that I think you're going to love." Jack gave you a sweet kiss on the cheek that immediately made you relax before letting go of your hand. He took Wesley from you and guided you to a seat at the head of the table. One of the designers you met when you first arrived sat down next to you, and handed you some line art. You didn't know it at the time, but you were looking at the beginning designs for a new sneaker.

"When we reached out to Jack about having his own sneaker launch with the brand, he had a lot of stipulations." You immediately looked at Jack with wide eyes, meeting his beaming smile across the room. He blushed as you mouthed "I can't believe this. I love you" to him, his neck turning a bright red. You knew how much it meant to him to work with a brand that meant so much to him for such a long time, but to have his own sneaker was a dream come true.

Jack couldn't tame his excitement, unintentionally interrupting. "I let the team know that if I did a shoe, I wanted my girls to have a part in the design process. I want you, Brookie and Liyah to pick parts of the shoe that represent something you love, and Urban's here to give his input as well. I don't want this to be just a 'Jack Harlow' shoe."

Your family spent the morning coming up with the sneaker of your dreams that you felt represented your life and the things you loved most.

Pink being their favorite color, Brooklyn and Aaliyah chose the bright pink detailing and pink velvet tongue and laces. You chose the vintage floral upper detail to represent one of the first dates that you and Jack went on to the vintage store Fleur De Flea in Louisville years ago, where you had your first kiss on an old couch in the furniture section. Urban chose the dark green midsole to represent nature, where he gets a lot of the inspiration for his photography.

The more you saw the sneaker come to life through sketches, the more excited everyone was to get to see the final product in the future. It truly was a labor of love and a reflection of the life you'd built together.

"We've got one more thing to show you. This was the first idea that Jack came to us with." The designer handed you physical insoles, that you inspected. They had sketches of one man and one woman wearing their best derby fare, true to the classic Kentucky Derby exuberant style. "What does this represent?" You looked up at Jack, who's eyes were already on you, giving you the same look he did before he kissed you for the first time.

"Its-uh, it represents the first time I saw you, at the Kentucky Derby almost a decade ago." You furrowed your brow in confusion as you searched your brain for the memory. "We didn't meet at the derby, we met at a party months later."

"I know", Jack gave you a cheesy grin, "I saw you across the racetrack that day, wearing your pink dress, and couldn't stop thinking about how beautiful you looked, and I knew that I had to meet you one day. I think luck was on my side when we met at that party later that year. This part of the shoe represents our relationship and all of the amazing things that have come into my life since I laid eyes on you all those years ago."

It took everything in you not to run across the table to kiss your husband, but keeping it professional, you blew him a soft kiss across the room.

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PAY THE PRICE — 13. cat fight (REAL)

(wc: 1.177)

opening the door to be met with haechan who had just exited his apartment too wasn’t exactly what you had expected. you were taken aback, finding the odds of it to be quite surprising before you remembered that it was haechan, who was also eyeing you for a few seconds.

without any other words, you walked past him, hearing his own footsteps follow quickly afterwards. your plan was to take the lift to the bottom floor so you didn’t have to walk down all the flights of stairs, yet your plan seemed to be put to an end quickly as you noticed the sign that read “out of service, please take the stairs” stuck onto the lift door. how great.

“how great.” haechan mumbled next to you, scaring you out of your spot. could he read your mind? you wondered so as he continued to give the lift door a frustrated glare, his hands placed on his hips. without any other words, he turned around and walked over to the staircase, leaving you in your spot.

“can you start walking already, you don’t wanna come there when it’s too late, do you?” haechan shot at you, taking the first few steps down the stairs. right, you forgot that you were not only dealing with haechan, but a potential threat (jaemin) and a lunatic (renjun) all the way downstairs. you heaved a sigh, following haechan down the stairs who had made little effort to wait for you as he continued to step down quickly.

you managed to catch up quickly to him, finding yourself walking right next to him in a similar pace. you cursed the staircase for being so narrow, as it gave you no choice but to be forced in close proximity with haechan, your arms regularly touching. you considered slowing down, but the image of jaemin having renjun in a potential chokehold wasn’t something you wanted to risk.

your steps continued down the stairs, the both of you ignoring the occasional touch your sides would make as it wasn’t your main concern at that moment. you had reached the last few steps of the stairs that lead to the ground floor, and your steps were starting to drag. with your feet almost losing its energy, you seemed to have missed the last step on the staircase, and slightly tumbled forward.

a hand instinctively reached out for your upper arm, gripping it somewhat tight. you hadn’t managed to fall luckily, as you were near the bottom anyways, but the grip was still tight. you looked back to see haechan’s quickly release his hold on you and you watched his hand move back to his side. it almost seemed like he was going to make a comment as his mouth opened for a split second, but he closed it back instead, deciding that whatever he was going to say wasn’t important.

“it’s my cat?! you can’t keep saying founders keepers when the cat already has a keeper!” the familiar sound of jaemin’s voice could be heard yelling from a distance and you broke into a quick jog before you finally made it the two of them. though, you didn’t have the chance to properly reach them, instead being blocked by another guy who seemed to panic before his eyes landed on both you and haechan in relief.

“hyuck, thank god you’re here. i just came and renjun doesn’t wanna listen. i’m scared that jaemin is going to hurt him.” yangyang continued to panic, hands gripping onto haechan’s shoulders as he dramatically shook him around. haechan stabilised himself by removing yangang’s hold of him and fixing his shirt again. “be calm, yangyang. just help me get renjun away from him while she takes jaemin with her.” haechan instructed before he gently pushed yangyang aside.

now, yangyang’s focus was on you, and he looked you up and down before a small smile grew on his face. “hi, you must be that new neighbour donghyuck was complaining about- oh i’m yangyang by the way. you know, i think i requested your twitter account but you’re not accepting me so i was wondering if you could like-”

“yangyang!” haechan called out warningly, and yangyang got the memo quick. giving you a quick last glance. he ran over to haechan who was trying to drag renjun away with him. you snapped out of your own position before running over to jaemin who was taking threatening steps towards renjun.

“come on jaem, it’s okay. you don’t want attempted murder on your cv, remember?” you tried to joke with a lighthearted laugh. jaemin had a deep frown etched on his face as he continued to glare renjun’s way. “what a bastard. trying to steal my cats from me.” jaemin gritted through his teeth. you placed a comforting hand on his shoulder and rubbed it. “it’s okay, your cat belongs to you and no one else, don’t worry.”

looking back towards the other side of the hall, you noticed how haechan had managed to take ahold of the cat renjun had held before while yangyang kept renjun away. you took a step in front of jaemin to block any attempts at charging towards them. “you’re a fucking freak, renjun.” you yelled out, catching the attention of the three other boys. renjun seemed ready to argue back before haechan beat him to it. “watch that mouth (—).”

his eyebrow was raised in a challenging manner, almost like that time he left at the dinner. this time it was clear that he was challenging her to carry on. “watch out who you’re calling a freak, especially when you’re friends with jaemin.” haechan continued, and you scoffed. “that’s rich coming from you and your friends. all of you need to leave jaemin alone.” you retorted back.

haechan walked over towards you and jaemin, handing the cat back to jaemin before he took a step back and looked you up and down. “watch how you talk to me too, (—).” his finger had lifted up to point at you. the corner of his lip raised in amusement as he scoffed and walked past you with yangyang and renjun following suit.

“so” yangyang had stopped right in front of you as the other two had continued to walk. “let me in on your account? oh and also- you’re really cute so that’s that, and uh..”

“yangyang.” haechan warned him again while peeking his head from around the corner, pointing his finger back to instruct yangyang to go up the stairs. “right.” yangyang said before he gave you a hesitant wave and quickly jogged after his other friends.

“are you okay?” you asked the moment it had turned silent. jaemin’s heavy breathing was more notable now and you almost got worried for a second. “yeah.. i guess i should get a cage.. and a lock.” jaemin admitted sheepishly, smiling in defeat. you laughed, grabbing his arm before slightly tugging it. “come, i’ll take you to your room.” you offered him, and jaemin gladly followed you with luke slotted in his arms.

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Isaac says sth hurtful/insensitive to Pickle about their past and realizes he could've been more careful with their feelings.

Cold

Isaac Rhoades x Reader

“When did you get a new pet?” Vic asked.

Isaac huffed, rolling his eyes and taking a sip from his whiskey. “That’s none of your business. Let’s return to the case, shall we?”

“You know,” Vic said, leaning back in his chair and looking around the room, “I’ve never seen the place so shiny before. They’re doing pretty well.”

“Vic, we are not here to discuss my housekeeper.”

He smiled, retrieving a folder of documents from his coat and placing it on the table. “It makes a nice addition to our talk though,” he said, sliding it out of Isaac’s reach as he tried to grab it. “Now tell me, did you look into them properly?”

Isaac got up, a quiet anger burning in his eyes as he looked at him. “I don’t have time for this,” he said coldly, “either you talk to me about things that actually matter here or you are welcome to stop wasting my time.”

“I don’t want you to get murdered in your own home, Isaac,” Vic said, equally cold as he held his gaze. “Enough people died here, wouldn’t you agree?”

You could feel the tension in the dining room all the way to the kitchen.

The door was open, giving you an unobstructed view of it through the reflection of the window in front of you. Their voices were slightly muffled, but you could hear every word exchanged between them as you continued chopping vegetables for dinner.

“Listen to me, Vic,” Isaac spat, the reminder of his family fueling his anger until he slammed his hands down on the table, glaring at Vic as he towered over him, “I can take care of things myself. They are nothing but a housekeeper, a very mild security risk at most and if you think they are part of some ploy to get to me then you should have seen them pathetically pleading for their life in that dirty alley I scraped them up from!”

“Struck a nerve there, did I?” Vic said with a smirk, passing the folder to Isaac. He got up, buttoning his suit jacket and giving Isaac another warning look. “I trust your judgment. Make sure your plaything stays on the floor.”

“With their background of licking other people’s boots, I think my pet’s quite comfortable on their knees,” Isaac said, taking the folder and leading Vic to the door to see him off.

Neither of them noticed the methodical thumping from the kitchen ceasing. You stood frozen, tears blurring your vision as you put the knife down and gripped the counter.

Was that what he thought of you?

You thought there was mutual respect between you. Isaac seemed so kind and understanding of your situation, making you feel appreciated and secure after years of being taken advantage of. He had helped you after you had been left to fend for yourself for the majority of your life, taking care of you and offering you a way out of your dreadful circumstances.

Was that only a pretense? Did he just collect the most pathetic person he came across so he could help them, make them feel indebted, make them feel loved to secure their loyalty when in reality, they were only a replaceable pawn in his game, ready to be discarded the moment they ceased to be useful?

“Pickle, I hope you got a headstart on dinner. I’m starving—” Isaac said, halting in the doorway as he saw your hunched posture and shaking shoulders. “Are you hurt? What happened?” he rushed to your side, turning you to face him and checking your hands.

There was no blood. You seemed unharmed, and he heaved a small sigh of relief.

You snatched your hands out of his grip, stepping back as you wiped the tears from your face. Isaac looked up, his heart seizing painfully in his chest when he looked into your bloodshot eyes.

Your expression was anguished. You looked hurt. He opened his mouth, but the words got stuck in his throat as he saw you crying in front of him.

“I— I need to talk like that in front of him,” he said, hearing his heart thundering in his chest.

He had not meant what he said, but it was exactly what Vic needed to hear to stop breathing down his neck. He needed to keep up the uncaring and detached facade he put up. It was imperative in his line of work.

“Pickle, I never meant—”

“I am not well,” you croaked, cutting him off. You needed to get away from him, curl up on your bed, and piece back your shattered heart because the only person you had allowed yourself to trust in years had betrayed you as well. “You said I get sick leave. I am not well, so I can’t finish dinner. There are leftovers in the fridge. Leave the kitchen as it is. I will clean up tomorrow morning.”

“Pickle,” Isaac said, taking hold of your wrist and stopping you from leaving. “You have to understand I didn’t mean any of it. I—”

You tugged your arm free, not turning to face him as another wave of tears crashed over you. “Goodnight, sir,” you gasped, quickly walking to the door but halting before leaving the room.

A small sliver of hope lit up Isaac’s eyes as he waited, quickly extinguished again at the words you uttered.

You took a shaking breath, wiping the tears from your face again. You turned to face him. “I don’t require coddling. If you think I’m your pet and you want to play master, say it and stop making a fool out of me!”

Isaac watched you leave, his chest tightening with regret with every choked sob he could hear coming from your bedroom. He cursed himself for being so careless, taking your past and spinning it into something to appease his colleagues.

With time, he hoped you could forgive him. With time, perhaps he could earn back your trust.

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atzaurora · 20 hours

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먹다-"eat."

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let them eat cake

member: ot8

pairing: fem!reader x idol!members (9th member au)

type: imagine (angst, fluff/comfort)

warnings: !!ED!! dni if you cannot cope with any topic about disordered eating or eds in general!

a/n: I thought about writing about mental health topics for a while now and decided to give it a go now. I myself struggle a lot with unhealthy eating habits and it might never go away so I think it's a great comfort story for all the people who feel the same :3 please know that you can text me anytime and you are beautiful!!! now enjoy ^^

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"shit" you mumble, stepping down from the scale again only to step back on right away. 2 kilo more than yesterday, only if you hadn't eaten like basically half of the fridge in one go. but you couldn't help yourself.

staring at all the snacks, your stomach empty for at least 5 days. you had to.

so you ended up sitting on the kitchen floor, mascara running down your cheeks as you stuffed food into your mouth, more and more, till you physically couldn't fit any more into your stomach. exhausted from everything you went straight to bed, after cleaning everything up, making sure none of the others saw what had happened to all the food.

you didn't wanna be like this, starved, low on energy, no motivation for even the smallest things but you couldn't do anything against it. but you didn't tell anyone, in fact, your management was more than happy about how your body looked which only made you keep going, -1,2,3,4,5,6... you needed to loose more, the desire to lose more, now too big to stop.

you could see the others starting to notice, the way Seonghwa had looked into your eyes after laying his hand around your wrist, he could feel how thin it was. "honey are you alright?" he had asked. "I'm fine, everything is great, why would you ask?" you bluntly responded, that answer already being on autopilot by now.

he left you alone after that response, he didn't want to bother you, yet he knew something was wrong. and he wasn't the only one, everyone looked at you worried after you spit out yet another "I'm not hungry" when they offered you food. but it still worked. no one was brave enough to speak up and say that they knew you were in fact not fine.

today was another day of dance practice. a quite intense one actually, which was not the perfect combination to a 5 days empty stomach. but you had to pull through. everybody went into the car, Jongho getting in last and shutting the door as he drove you all to the company.

in the practice room, everyone set down their things, turning on the music and getting in position. standing up already made your vision go black for a few seconds, you didn't even wanna know what would happen if you did such an intense dance. but you guess you are about to find out.

the room was a whirlwind of activity as everyone settled in, stretching and chatting, the atmosphere a mix of excitement and exhaustion. You placed your bag in the corner, taking a deep breath as you tried to ignore the gnawing emptiness in your stomach. You could feel the concerned glances from the other members, their silent worry a weight you couldn’t shake off.

"Y/N, you okay?" Wooyoung’s voice broke through your thoughts, his eyes searching yours for any sign of truth.

"Yeah, just a bit tired," you lied, forcing a smile. "Ready to dance."

You moved into position, the music starting to pulse through the speakers. The choreography was demanding, each step requiring precision and energy you didn’t have. As the dance progressed, you felt your limbs growing heavier, your vision starting to blur. You pushed yourself harder, desperate to keep up, 'don't you dare give in now' you told yourself, but your body had reached its limit.

Halfway through the routine, your legs gave out, and you crumpled to the floor. then nothing. not a sound, no light, just complete darkness. you took it too far this time. fuck. the music stopped abruptly, replaced by the sounds of panicked voices and hurried footsteps. your vision and hearing then came back after a few seconds but everything was blurry, seemed almost unreal.

"Y/N!" San was the first to reach you, his face a mix of fear and concern. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"I’m fine," you tried to say, but your voice was weak, barely audible. The room spun around you, and you felt yourself being lifted off the ground, strong arms carrying you out of the practice room.

Everything became a blur after that, a flurry of worried faces and hurried words. You were taken to the company’s infirmary, where a doctor checked your vitals, their expression grave.

"She’s severely malnourished and dehydrated," the doctor said, looking at the others. "She needs rest and proper nutrition immediately."

Hongjoong’s face was tight with worry, his usual calm demeanor shattered. "How could this happen?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

You were too exhausted to respond, your body shutting down as you were hooked up to an IV. The room was quiet, the silence heavy with unspoken fears. You drifted in and out of consciousness, feeling a hand squeeze yours gently. Based on what you could feel you were pretty sure it was Wooyoung. you knew how his hand felt in yours and this gave you at least a bit of comfort in this moment.

When you finally woke up, you were back at the dorm, lying in your bed. The room was dimly lit, and you could hear soft voices from the living room. You tried to sit up, but your body protested, every muscle aching.

"Hey, don’t move too much." Yunho's voice was gentle as he entered the room, a worried smile on his face. "You need to rest."

You looked at him, tears welling up in your eyes. "I’m sorry," you whispered, your voice breaking. "I didn’t want to worry anyone."

Yunho sat down beside you, his expression softening. "We’re more worried about you than anything else, Y/N. We’ve noticed for a while now, but we didn’t know how to help."

"Why didn’t you say anything?" you asked, feeling a mix of guilt and relief.

"We wanted to, but we didn’t want to push you away," he admitted. "We’ve all been so worried."

The door opened, and the rest of the members filed in, their expressions a mix of relief and concern. Yeosang stepped forward, his eyes filled with determination.

"We’ll look out for you more, Y/N. We’re going to get through this together."

Tears streamed down your face as you nodded, the weight of your struggles finally lifting. You knew it wouldn’t be easy, but with their support, you felt a glimmer of hope. You weren’t alone anymore.

Mingi handed you a bowl of soup, his smile encouraging. "Start with this, okay? Small steps."

You took the bowl, feeling the warmth spread through your hands. You looked at the soup for a bit, handing it back to Mingi, who gave you a confused glance. "can you do it?" you asked quietly. "you want me to feed you?" he smiled softly "sure sweetheart." he lifted the spoon giving you small portions to swallow.

the others sat around you, their presence a comforting reminder that you were loved and cared for.

For the first time in a long time, you felt a sense of peace. You had a long road ahead, but with them by your side, you knew you could face it. Together.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

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justaticklishdeer · 2 days

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Unconventional Methods

lots of inspo from @hype-blue-fixation

this took forever to write, give feedback! (I personally don't think this turned out too well.)

Tw/CW: Restraints, Fluff, Teasing (a ton,) tickles, gets intense in spots.

word count: 1.5k

Vox and Alastor. Rivals, enemies, whatever you call them. They were busy fighting, as usual. Alastor had antagonized the TV Overlord yet again, and now they were in the lobby of the hotel – thank God everyone else was out for the day. Besides, the gang would hate to see the mess they had made…

‘Fucking–hold still!’ Vox snarls, jumping forward at Alastor who easily steps to the side.

‘Hmm, I’d prefer not to. I’m not getting taken down by some picture show–’ Alastor yelps as Vox grabs him. He struggled and hissed as the TV demon ties his arms above his head.

‘You forget I know your weaknesses, Alastor.’

‘You know nothing about me. You barely know me! You’ve been obsessed with me since day one!’ Alastor snorts, glaring at him defiantly from his restrained position.

‘Where shall we start? Perhaps..here?’ Vox places a blue tipped claw on Alastor's palm, tracing small circles. He had completely ignored the defiant jab. Alastor’s body jerks back and he whimpers out a giggly protest.

‘There you go, pretty boy. Trust us. Or perhaps, myself. You know you can. You want to.’

Alastor whines again, squeezing his eyes shut as Vox continues. Vox smirks. ‘What's wrong, ticklish little fawn? Can’t handle my claws all over your palm? Perhaps I could move them. Have them slide up this pretty forearm, up near your underarm…then, sliding down your ribs while you whine at me. Then we could tease those sides of yours, oh, yes. Sliding my claws up and down your sides while you whine and try to curl into a sickeningly sweet ball of fluffy ticklishness. Then slide down to your tummy and tease there. I could go on for hours, Alastor. Hours. How does that sound?’

A helpless whine was all he got. ‘Aww, is someone a ticklish little fawn? Yes you are! Come on and tell me all about it,’ Vox hums, claws tracing slowly down his forearm. Slow. Teasing. Torturous. ‘Vohox. Vohohox, plehease..’ he whines, trying to flinch back from the tickles. His restraints held fast. Vox held him still. Alastor whimpered again, a giggly mess. ‘Shh, you can take more than that. I’ve done more than this. Come on. You can do it,’ Vox croons, reaching his other hand up to gently and teasingly stroking up and down the feathery-soft edges of Alastor’s ears. The deer whines loudly, trying to shake his head. ‘Ah, ah, ah. No. Stay. Oh, good boy! Look at you, taking the tickles so well.’

Alastor whines, trying to arch away from the soft dragging of Vox’s claws. He felt Vox get close to his underarm, and he gasps and arches. ‘Nuh uh, don’t shy away! It’s alright, just stay…oh, look at you. Such a helpless fawn, ensnared in my trap.’ Vox continued to trace lighty around the area, whiney giggles and breathy sighs joining the mix. ‘Vohox, plehease..move alohohong…’

‘I don’t think I will,’ Vox hums. The deer whines and flinches, body trembling. ‘Good job, Al, you’re doing amazing for me.’

Alastor nods, desperate as he squirms in his restraints. Vox was sitting on his legs to make it so escape was essentially impossible. ‘I–oho! Mm-!’ Alastor cuts himself off as Vox reaches his upper rib cage. ‘Oh, so here’s a bad spot, hm? Should we…count them?’ he teases, pressing slightly harder. Alastor frantically shakes his head. Quite the deer in the headlights. ‘Plehease–plehehase–Vohohox plehease—’

‘Ah, ah, shh…I’m not even nearly getting started. Calm yourself, little fawn.’ The TV demon slowly traces claws down Alastor’s ribs, eliciting a small squeak and twitch every time he hits a bad spot–the bad spot essentially everywhere. Alastor’s voice was shaky and giggly, no real words really making their way out of his mouth. He bleated like a fawn helplessly. Vox’s claws dragged slower, down his sides, resting on his stomach.

He uses one hand to push Alastor’s shirt up to expose his fuzzy stomach. He could hear Alastor whimper with anticipation. ‘Oh, my dear, I haven’t even started yet! You’re already squirmy and all vocal for me!’ ‘Sh-shut up!’ Alastor whines through a fit of happy giggles and whimpers.

Vox gently scribbled around his belly, tracing a claw around his navel. Alastor’s breath hitched as he arched his back, trying to escape the torturous feeling. The television grins. ‘You’re lucky I’m not too..hungry right now, sweetie,’ Vox murmurs, continuing with the slow dragging. ‘Stahap th-that!’ Alastor snorts, trying to tug his hands out of the restraints. Vox hums softly, ignoring the plea. ‘Plehease Vox plehease plehease–’

‘Nuh uh, pretty boy, ticklish little fawn, adorable buck. You’d be safewording like hell if you hated it that much,’ Vox points out, tracing shapes on Alastor’s belly. He gently traces circles and little swirls all over the fur. The deer demon lurches and writhes, whining with the giddiest look on his face. He seemed to be on a whole different cloud of fluffy happiness.

Vox smiled, continuing the slow, teasy tickles on the deer’s sensitive tummy. ‘Does that feel good? All nice and tickly for my favorite fawn?’ Alastor giggles happily, ‘m-mhm!~’

Vox moves his claws up to Alastor’s deerlike ears. Soft strokes, nothing too much. Yet, it still had the radio demon nearly crying with silent giggles and whines. Such a strong reaction. ‘Who’s a good tickle fawn?’ Vox croons. He could feel Alastor trembling. Good. Alastor could feel phantom tickles on his stomach still, making the whole thing worse. He squirms and whimpers, little breathy giggles coming out. “Just like that, good boy.”

Alastor bleats helplessly, grinning as wide as he could while arching his back. “Hmm, now the deer noises?” “Shuhut up..”

Vox moves back down to his tummy, cooing teases at him. A claw circles his belly button, and Alastor’s hooves kick as he whines. “Pretty baby, pretty tickle baby, c'mon..you can handle it,” Vox hums, continuing the awfully slow teasing movement. Alastor whines desperately.

“Words.”

“Whahat?”

“Use your words. You’re poetic.”

“It-ihit–Vohox plehease..”

“Please what? Words.”

Alastor flushes and his ears pin as he shakes his head. “Yohou know.” “I know. I want to hear you say it,” Vox hums, claws still teasing at the spot.

“Vohox–! Mmm! N-noho–!”

Vox’s scritching got more intense, making the deer squirm, his ears flicking as he tried to comprehend the feeling. “Fuck–fuhuhuck–Vohox i-ihit–ihit–!”

“It what, darling?” Vox chuckles.

Vox begins to trace claws on his neck, making the radio demon whine softly and smile. ‘You know, Al, you’re quite good at handling these. Or am I not doing enough?’

‘Vohox, it-it ihis plenty.’

Vox starts applying a steady tickle to the deer’s ribs. ‘Nohoho! Vohox, plehease–’

He blinks, looking Alastor right in the eyes as he continues. ‘You’d be safewording. You enjoy it, don’t you? You love how I make you feel all tickly. And happy.’ Alastor’s ears flick and flatten, and he turns his face away. Vox took the restrained position as an opportunity to tickle Alastor’s underarms–which got a desperate whine and shriek, then loud laughter. ‘Good boy!’ Vox praises, continuing to tickle him, aiming for a full on wrecking. Alastor shrieks and phrases, trying to comprehend what was happening.

‘Vohohohox! Plehehehease–Nohohot thehehere! Ohoho shihihiht–!’ Alastor bleats in distress, his deerlike instincts coming out profoundly. His body thrashed and Vox held him still with a firm look. Alastor whined and bleated again, melting under the eye contact. He was holding back every urge to hide his face. To hide the flusteredness. To hide how much he loved this.

‘Hold still.’ ‘I-I cahahahan’t!’

‘Yes, you can.’

Vox continues, and he could see Alastor’s eyes starting to glisten with tears of pure mirth. ‘Stahahap! Nohohohot the ehehehHAHAHARS!’

‘Yes, the ears. You know I couldn’t resist. They’re just so…fluffy, pure. Surely the radio host can handle it? Or perhaps…I could show this to all of hell? Let them know how much of a ticklish little fawn you are?’ Vox suggests, tracing claws down the feathery soft edges of his ears. He moves to Alastor’s tummy, scribbling all eight claws over the sensitive fur and skin beneath it. Alastor screams before his laughter fades to soft radio static and silence.

‘REHEHED! ReHEhehed! SHhihiHit!’ Alastor practically screams the safeword, and Vox instantly stops. He reaches up to untie Alastor, chuckling as the radio host throws himself onto Vox with exhausted pants. He giggles occasionally in between breaths, and Vox gently rubs his shoulders to get rid of any of the phantom tickles. He offers the deer a glass of water which the former gladly accepts.

‘You alright?’ Vox asks, amusement and fondness in his tone. Alastor nods, downing the water rather quickly. Vox notices and hums, ‘More?’ Another nod. He stands up and gently sits Alastor on the sofa. ‘Here. Stay, I’ll go grab more water.’

Alastor pants out, ‘Y-yohou’re evil…’

‘I’m an Overlord, darling. It’s my job. Now rest up. Can't have your hotel staff know about this, can we?’ Alastor’s cheeks redden and he shakes his head, mumbling, ‘They can’t know.’

‘Mhm. Now rest up, okay?’ Vox sighs softly, gazing down fondly at Alastor as he dozes off on him.

Perhaps…perhaps this wasn’t so bad after all.

#lee!alastor #tickle content #tword community #sfw tickling community #tickle #ler!vox #ticklefic #hazbin hotel tickles #radiostatic week 2024

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nikethestatue · 2 days

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A Ballad of Sorrow and Love

TW: Extreme sexual content, graphic violence, language, death

Part II

Death

Azriel sighed sleepily and shifted against the sheets. Birdsong was coming from behind the tall windows of the Moon Palace. It was still early in the morning, the sun just beginning to gently touch the snow-capped tops of the mountains. The sky was a brilliant blue and the sunrise coloured everything in bright pink, in gold, and in purple. His Ellie’s colours. He loved this place specifically for the colours, because they always reminded him of his wife. He didn’t mind the quiet and the isolation either.

What woke him up was the sensation of his sweet Ellie tonguing his asshole. He did not mind being woken up like this. No, not at all. He smiled into the pillows and moved his thigh, to give her better access and she took advantage of it immediately, gingerly parting his ass, her hands eager and careful as she stroked his skin. She thought that he was still asleep and was determined not to wake him. Which basically meant that she was licking his ass for her own pleasure. He usually slept on his stomach or his side because of his wings, so he lay flat on his front and tucked his hands under his cheek.

He felt her settle between his legs, spread him widely and start licking slowly and wetly from his balls to his asshole. At first, she couldn’t resist sucking his balls, popping each one between her lips and sucking it in deeply.

How lucky was he to be married to a girl who loved sucking his balls? And suck she did–slurping and lapping on them, smacking her lips as she went along. But today, he really, really wanted her to give some attention to his ass, so he jerked his hips and she released his balls and dipped her tongue between his cheeks. Perfect. She swirled her tongue wetly around his hole and then began to lick on it excitedly.

When Azriel was rough and authoritarian, preferring to force her and have her submit, Elain was the opposite–she was joyful and willing, licking energetically, before she forced her tongue inside and started to suck at his hole.

Azriel barely stifled a moan, but she didn’t even notice it, entirely too busy tongue fucking him, while she caressed his balls in her hand.

Mother’s tits! He wanted to lay here like this for hours, but his cock was aching now like a motherfucker. So he reached behind him and buried his fingers in Elain’s long messy hair, pushing her face closer so her tongue could get a little deeper, and said, “good moring, beautiful girl!”

Holding her head tightly, he rose onto his knees and she followed him, gripping his hips and sucking on his hole. He groaned with pleasure and pressed his forehead into his hands, muttering ‘take my cock’.

She reached around him and fisted his hard dick and began rubbing it, her pull strong and firm–just like he liked it. His wings limply fell by his body, and he didn’t have it in him to lift them. It felt incredible–the whole thing, the array of pleasurable sensations, her tugging on his cock, the motion of her wrist smooth and practised, her little tongue in his ass, her lips around his hole, her other hand stroking the side of his body.

“Princess, I need to fuck you,” he begged.

“Mmm,” she managed, but it was a ‘no’. She was busy. And he shut his mouth and attempted to relax his tense, wound up body and simply enjoy what she was giving him.

He lasted almost fifteen minutes.

Not bad, but it felt torturous. Tortuously good that is.

At last, he couldn’t take it anymore and grabbed her arm, pulling her roughly beneath him. She tumbled on her side, and he hefted her hips up, while pushing her head down. His favourite position, no contest. His cock was going to explode if she wasn’t going to get it inside of her right then, so he pulled her ass cheeks apart and then sunk inside her ass all at once.

Pushing down on her shoulders, he grabbed her wrists and crossed her arms on her back, immobilising her.

“Oh gods, oh gods,” she cried pitifully, wiggling her hips and her ass against his pelvis. “Azzzzz,” she growled, struggling to accept the enormity of his swollen cock.

“Relax and take it,” he suggested casually, thrusting roughly in her, pulling out almost to the end and then shoving himself back in.

“I can already barely walk from yesterday,” she complained, pouting. “My ass is so sore. I can’t stop leaking cum either,”

He smiled smugly and nodded, though she couldn’t see it.

Instead, he slapped her buttock harshly and added some speed to his thrusts.

“But look how well I fit inside of you,” he commented, observing his shaft inside her well-used hole, “You were made for me. Made to take my cock. Made to love me. Made to submit to me. Every hole of your body was made for my dick. You will take what I give you, and you will thank me in the end. And then you will ask for more.”

His tone was stern, but it didn’t need to be. She softened beneath him, sighing with content and closing her eyes.

“Mmmm,” she murmured under her breath, “more please.”

“More of what?” he stopped moving, and sunk his whole shaft inside of her, making her squirm and moan, her soft ass shaking against him, while he waited for her to answer.

She licked her lips and then begged, “more cock, please. Please, Az, my love, please. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you where?”

“Everywhere,” she screeched, gritting her teeth from the pressure inside of her. “My ass. Fuck my ass right now.”

“Good girl,” he spanked her hard again and she yipped loudly. He pulled her cheeks apart, so he could watch and began pounding her asshole like a demon that he was. Merciless.

Nothing gave him the sense of utter power and domination over her than taking her anally. He wasn’t sure what it was about it that he enjoyed so much, but her rectum was just for his pleasure–there was something about possessing her in that way that was intoxicating. Especially in this position, where she was completely at his mercy and he controlled every part of her body. She could do nothing, and only accept. It drove him crazy.

And even though she could heal herself easily, she rarely did, preferring to be sore and aching after he was done with her. That was a special gift that she offered him that he knew he could never repay.

“Awww, aauuu,” was all that she managed to utter, sinking her teeth into his foot, since he propped himself on the bed to gain better purchase. “You are riding me so hard,” she moaned.

“Shouldn’t have licked my ass if you didn’t want to be ridden,” he chuckled and suddenly, pulled out completely, watching her groan and raise her ass high up in the air, flexing her hips with desperation.

“Fill me up, fill me up,” she begged, “I want it back!”

He smirked, watching her writhe and beg him to fuck her. He reached down and pressed her head into the pillow, holding the back of her neck before landing a sharp blow on her pussy with an open palm.

“Oh Mother!” she screamed. “Please…oh,”

“Please what?”

“Hit it again,” she gurgled. “Please, Az, I want more!”

He held her down and slapped her pussy with firm, broad, sharp slaps. With every smack, her pussy lips reddened more and more, and her little gaping anus sucked in air, taunting Azriel with its swollen pinkness.

“Come on, treasure, beg me for it,” he ordered. “I want you to plead for me to slap this pretty pussy. Do you want more or should I stop?”

She shook her head, though rather unsuccessfully, pressed into the pillow by his iron grip.

“Please keep going. Please. It hurts so good,” she pleaded.

“You like it when I make it hurt?”

“Yes,” she nodded instantly. “I love it. Only you. When you make it hurt, it’s so gooooddd,” she slurred the last word, because Azriel thrust his dick back inside her ass, propped his palms over her hips and began fucking her with unrestrained vigour.

“Aahhhhaahh,” was all she managed to scream, grabbing his foot and lacing her fingers with his toes, as she winced and grimaced from his deep thrusts.

If he wasn’t lazy, he’d turn her on her back right now and slapped her pussy while riding her ass, but he was too comfortable right now and didn’t bother.

“You were a sweet girl, waking me up like you did, licking my asshole,” he said with approval, fucking her steadily, slapping her once in a while.

“I love it,” she confessed, “I love you so much. I love tasting all of you. Az, Az…”

“Yes, treasure, what is it?”

“It’s so hot,” she whined, “why are you so big?”

“You make me this big, pretty girl. You drive me insane with lust.”

“It hurts a little bit,” she complained unconvincingly.

“I know,” he agreed simply. “But you love the pain. And you love being mine. So take it, and then thank me for it. My cock, my seed, the pain, and the pleasure.”

She nodded in agreement and whispered, “thank you, my love.”

He stroked her hip and her buttock tenderly for once, and whispered, “Love you, Ellie.”

“I love you too,” she told him and looked up at him over her shoulder. “I love you. I love you.”

She wrapped her arm around his calf, holding on, looking at him with a dazed, love-filled, lusty gaze. She started orgasming on his dick, her tight passage squeezing him almost painfully, but oh-so amazingly. She was panting loudly, clinging to his leg, begging mindlessly, “harder, Az. Please. Harder. Please fuck it, my love.”

He indulged her of course, his pretty little fuck-doll. Her anal orgasms were always shuttering, and she tugged and clenched on his dick for minutes, shaking and crying with her release.

At last, as the first wave subsided, she asked shyly, “Do you like fucking me?” as if unsure.

“Love fucking you, sweetheart. Love licking you. Love slapping your puffy pussy. Love fisting you. Love getting my wings and my cock in you. Love doubling you down. Love making a mess of your holes. Love watching you stretched all over me. Love it all.”

Suddenly, the door to their bedroom opened and in stepped no other than Cassian.

Azriel’s shadows burst out–covering Elain’s naked body and shielding her from his brother’s eyes. It was a rare occurrence now that the shadows–the shadows appearing when not summoned–but here they were, protecting their master. Now, granted, Cassian’s seen Azriel fuck Elain plenty of times. Over the centuries, the lines blurred, and there was little by way of modesty between all of them. Cassian’d seen Elain with Azriel’s dick down her throat, and Azriel’d seen Nesta ride Cassian on more than one occasion. Still, Azriel didn’t necessarily need for his brother to watch Elain’s pretty asshole full of cock.

“What the fuck, Cass?” he bellowed.

“Sorry, sorry!” Cassian raised his hands defensively, looked around in confusion and then added, ‘sorry El.”

“Get the fuck out,” Azriel ordered, as he kept pumping into Elain smoothly. “Let me finish, have my wife come on my cock and then I’ll be out and talk to you.”

The door closed and Elain giggled, “do you think Cass saw?”

“I don’t know, sweetheart. Do you want him to watch?”

She considered, biting her lip and then said, “no, not him. I like it when others watch.”

Azriel laughed and pumped harder, “Dirty fucking girl with an ass full of cock. You like being watched, don’t you?”

She looked at him playfully and nodded. Then she reached for his wing and pulled his claw to her mouth.

“I need to suck something while you are destroying my ass.”

He laughed again, and proceeded with the anal destruction.

Azriel lifted his axe high in the air and then brought it down on the wood with an audible thud. The reverberations in his arms from the force of his hit were intense, but he loved the jolt and the pain that his arms felt when he struck the log again and again, trying to split it.

“Do you even need firewood?” Cassian asked logically, watching Azriel heave and raise the axe again, before bridging it down with a loud thud. The wide round log cracked at last. Azriel began striking the spot with almost clinical precision, which impressed Cassian to no end. The edge of the axe hit the same spot over and over again. Azriel’s massive arms bulged, the muscles and tendons shifting beneath the inked skin as he laboured over the stump with incredible focus and determination.

“Ellie likes it,” Azriel explained simply and glanced towards the garden.

There wasn’t a garden here before Elain arrived and put her stamp on the palace. Now, one side of the grounds was a tangle of rose bushes, fat hydrangeas, azaleas, dahlias and flowers that Cassian didn’t know the names of. The garden was vast, overgrown, but blooming. It felt as if someone had loved it, but forgot to tend to it on a regular basis.

Elain was wearing her floppy hat and a linen dress, as she pulled weeds out of the ground. Her thin arms were tanned and muscular, her skirt hiked up into a sash, exposing her long slender legs. Azriel watched her for a long while, mesmerised. At last, Cassian cleared his throat, reminding Azriel of his presence.

“Ellie and I like to light a fire and cook dinner together,” Azriel explained then. “We eat, watch the sunset, and then sit by the fire.”

Cassian sighed and said, “that’s nice, Az. Sounds really nice.”

Azriel raised his axe again and whacked the split log.

“So, why are you here and why did you interrupt me fucking my wife in the ass?”

Cassian rolled his eyes and rubbed his hand over his jaw.

“Thanks for the visual, Az,” he grumbled.

“Your fault for interrupting us,” Azriel shrugged.

“So you fuck her then?”

“Every day,” Azriel said proudly. “Yesterday I had to punish her because she was not careful on our last mission.”

“She still lets you do all that crazy shit you do? With slapping and ropes and shadow dicks and claw fucking?”

“She likes it just as much as I do. She loves getting the claws in her.”

Cassian's never ventured into the claw territory. He knew it was possible. Had heard about it. Then, one day, he saw it. Elain, riding Azriel outside by the pool, his cock in her cunt and one of his claws in her ass. Apparently, it was possible. But one needed to be a sexual deviant like Azriel to propose that to his woman, and that woman needed to agree to allow Azriel to jam a claw up her arse. Only one woman was capable of that much trust and devotion, and possessed such a wicked sexual need for extreme experimentation–and that was Elain. Nesta would probably incinerate Cassian for even mentioning it. Not that he wasn’t curious, but he wasn’t going to venture there.

“Speaking of missions,” he said gently.

“What now? Rhys sent you, didn’t he?” Azriel frowned.

“He is worried that you’d be going alone. You shouldn't. You,”

“Does he need a reminder that I don’t work for him?” Azriel asked coldly. “I work with him. I associate. I don’t serve him. So while I appreciate his unnecessary protectiveness, I will make these decisions myself.”

“Brother, I am just here as an advisor,” Cassian told him mildly.

“Yes. And I was and am, as far as I remember, a former spymaster and a seven-syphon Illyrian warrior. So perhaps I can take care of myself?”

“No one is arguing that,” Cassian assured him. “But we just want to make sure that you don’t get yourself in a difficult position. After everything’s happened, I think it’s,”

“Cass. I am fine. Yes, I’ve taken some risks before, but now I am much more calm. I know what I am doing.”

Azriel turned his head and peered towards the garden.

Morning sun was beating down and it was warm. The mountains around them glistened with perfectly white snowcaps, but there, it was like late spring.

Cassian knew that spring was Elain’s favourite season–she loved it when everything bloomed and the air smelled of peonies and jasmine. Cherry blossoms hung heavily on the branches, bursting with colour. Long ago, before she married Azriel, some in Prythian even whispered that she might be a good match for High Lord Tamlin, so she could reside in Spring Court. What they didn’t understand was that Elain loved the process of growing. She loved getting her hands dirty and cut, and loved nurturing her flowers and plants. She didn’t need Spring. She needed Azriel and her gardens–the Garden of White in Hewn City, where she planted and cultivated white flowers exclusively, and this place. Now, her garden where it was suspended in perpetual bloom, just like Elain liked it.

“There is a traitor in the midst of your Court,” Azriel said calmly, waving his hand at Elain. “Someone you’ve trusted for a long time. But he’s been selling the information to the gangs,” he continued.

Cassian gawked at him.

It was the first time he’s heard of any traitor.

“What? Who?!”

Azriel thrust his axe into the log and went to get himself a glass of water. He chugged it in one go, and then grabbed a cloth to wipe the sweat from his neck.

“That’s why it would be better if you and Rhys and the Night Court aren’t privy to it,” he said at last. That’s why I want to go with my crew, the girls and Ellie and keep it quiet. If we just disappear him, no one will know.”

“Who is it though?” Cassian insisted, pressing his elbows to his knees and leaning forward.

Fucking Azriel–so like him to just spring something on them. So casual too! ‘Oh, by the way, you have a traitor!’

Once he was Chosen by the Power, Azriel took Elain and fell away from the Inner Circle and Night Court as much as possible. There was a certain level of power struggle between him and Rhys, with Cassian stuck in the middle. Rhys had more cardinal magic and more land in his Court, but Azriel had more magical power, all sorts of magical items of immense capabilities and objects of untold powers, the Darkbringers, the beasts and Elain, the Cauldron-Made Seer and Lifegiver. Out of loyalty and love for Rhys and Feyre, Azriel didn’t just leave them hanging and maintained his vast network of spies just like always. Any important information that was discovered, he shared with Rhys and Feyre, and when they needed him to, he assisted them to the best of his abilities. Azriel’s only condition–Elain was off limits to the Night Court and its rulers. He forbade Rhysand from ever approaching Elain in regards to her powers or asking her to do favours for them. Elain was the Princess of Hewn City, Azriel’s wife, and her loyalty and her abilities, if she chose to use them, belonged to her own Court and not to her brother-in-law. It was a point of contention for centuries between Azriel and Rhysand, but Azriel never budged.

“Do you want breakfast?” Azriel offered.

“I want to know who the traitor is!” Cassian exclaimed impatiently. “Quit fucking around!”

“So temperamental,” Azriel chuckled and then grabbed his shirt and said. “Come, I’ll make you some eggs.”

Eris. Fucking Eris Vanserra, the High Lord of Autumn.

Traitor.

Was Cassian shocked? He didn’t want to admit it, but he was.

After all these centuries and seemingly good relations between Night and Autumn, Eris went rogue.

And Lucien.

For some reason, Cassian was less surprised about Lucien.

Lucien Vanserra, the heir to Day Court, but still only the consort to a (formerly) human Queen.

Lucien lived a good life–he was powerful, influential and popular.

“He never forgave Elain for severing the bond with him,” Azriel said simply, piling a heap of scrambled eggs and a few slices of ham onto a plate.

“But he didn’t even want her!” Cassian exclaimed, throwing his hands.

“No,” Azriel agreed, as he filled his plate as well, “but his pride took a hit. He could’ve had a Cauldron Made mate, who was basically gifted to him because the Cauldron thought that I was dying. And yet, even with the bond, he couldn’t convince her to love him.

“She chose me, without a bond, over her mate. That must have been a mindfuck.”

Cassian sipped his tea and considered.

Even though it’s been hundreds of years, did Lucien still feel scorned? Perhaps. Lucien was a High Fae after all, a High Lord’s son and he was prideful, haughty and expected others to treat him according to his station. Especially after he found out about his paternity and went from being the seventh son of a High Lord to an Heir of a Court.

And then there was Elain Archeron. Barely into her twenties, a very newly minted Fae, who didn’t understand the ramifications of her actions and what they might lead to if she rejected the bond. Or maybe she did know, but didn’t care? Whatever it was, Elain chose a lesser Fae, an Illyrian, over her mate. Love trumped the mate bond.

“So what’s their angle exactly?”

“Fairly rudimentary, it seems,” Azriel said, buttering his toast. “Eris hires gangs to raid the humans. They attack, rape, pillage, burn villages. Lucien then sweeps in as a benevolent king-consort and offers them assistance and promises of retribution. Sometimes, it’s Eris who sweeps in–the benevolent Fae High Lord, who cares about the humans. The same gangs burn the ships of aid that the Fae send humans. Only them empty them beforehand, and then Eris gets the goods, loads them on his ships and sends them as if his own,”

“Mother’s tits,” Cassian breathed.

“Yeah,” Azriel sighed.

“What’s the endgame?”

“I think Lucien wants to dispose of Vassa and become King. He can’t do that without Eris’s help. But, if he becomes King, then Eris also gets a foothold in the Human Lands.

“My guess is that Lucien is tired of playing second fiddle in life. Helion is alive and well, and Lucien won’t be becoming High Lord of Day any time soon. He isn’t a king even–he is a Queen’s husband. That probably doesn’t do many favours to his ego–a Fae prince needing to walk behind Vassa all his life, unable to make any decisions, having no political clout. It’s frustrating.”

Cassian was shaking his head, his breakfast unfinished on his plate.

“What a fucking mess. Two of them too. That’s going to break Feyre and Rhys. They really thought that they could trust those two.”

“They shouldn’t have,” Azriel said coldly.

His dislike for Lucien never subsided.

Lucien had a claim on Elain, and that was a no-no for Azriel. No, fucking, no. Azriel was always extremely possessive of Elain, and in a way that was borderline psychotic. He wasn’t jealous–not at all. But he loved Elain in a way that a normal person would’ve found frightening.

Cassian readjusted his topknot and asked, “So, now what? Is that why you didn’t want Rhys to know?”

Azriel shrugged indifferently. “I don’t care if Rhys knows. It’s his headache. I am not getting involved in this drama with Eris. But I will take care of the mercenaries and the gangs. That’s why I didn’t want to take anyone other than the people who work with me and for me. I trust them.”

Cassian rose from his chair and said, “I got to go. I have to tell Rhys.”

Azriel waved his hand and offered a parting nod.

“You sure you will manage?” Cassian confirmed.

Azriel nodded, “don’t worry, Cass. Ellie and I will manage. The twins will come and some of my men.”

Cassian stopped by the door and queried, “You and El–you two good?”

“Really good. Yes, we are,” Azriel assured him.

“Well, that’s good. You say ‘hello’ to her from me, alright?”

“Of course. And she says ‘hello’ to you too.”

Cassian tied his jacket and asked, “are you planning on attending Rhys’s reception for the Vallahan ambassadors?”

Azriel scrubbed his chin and explained, “truth be told, don’t think Rhys wants me there,”

“Nonsense!” Cassian argued. “Feyre would want you there. Me, Nes. We want you to attend.”

“I’ll see. Will depend on whether we’ll be done with our mission.”

The man did not know what was happening and where he was. His eyes were covered, his ears too, and there was a gag in his mouth. All he knew was that he was being dragged somewhere, by two strong, burly males. There were muffled grunts and whispers all around him, sounds of other people shuffling, being pushed, falling, and cries of despair.

He was shaking, hoping he wouldn’t piss himself from fright. By the gods…how did it come to this? High Lord Eris promised protection! He promised complete anonymity. He promised that no one would ever find out.

He promised.

Did he break the promise or did someone find out, despite how hard they tried to hide their tracks? All the planning, all the careful preparation, all the discretion seemed to have been or nothing. They were found out. And now, they were about to pay the price.

He told his men–told them–not to touch the human women. But no. They didn’t listen. The last outposts that they had attacked, they had raped the women. Killed some, dragged others back to Prythian, to be sold on an underground market for human slaves. These slaves–female mostly–were a hot commodity. Numerous in numbers, there would never be a shortage of them. Kill one, buy another. The High Lords ‘officially’ looked the other way and did not condone or permit any abuse of humans. Fae and humans were ‘friends’ after all. What a load of crock. Fae and humans could never be equals. Fae were born to rule the humans and that was the end of the discussions. High Lord Eris, High Lord Tamlin, Lord Lucien and many others understood that. High Lords Helion, Kallias and Thesan were ‘neutral’. They never expressed their opinions on the matter, and played the part of mediators and allies to the humans. High Lord Tarquin was the ‘revolutionary’ (silly pup), who didn’t seem to understand that nothing would ever change in Prythian. That left High Lord Rhysand, and High Prince Azriel both of whom were married to former humans. Their positions were clear–humans were off limits.

And now he wished he’d listened. But the money was so good. Impossible to pass up.

Gods, where the hel were they??

The cruel and stealthy wraith twins were the ones to overpower him. How they did it, he still couldn’t figure out. But they did. It only took a few seconds and it was obvious that whoever trained them was an expert in extraction and ambush.

Suddenly, the hood was pulled off his head and he squinted in the sunlight.

He had no idea where they were. In the forest, but also, in the middle of an ancient, crumbling stone amphitheatre. What shocked him immediately was the people in the stands–mostly males, all Fae. They were talking loudly, making bets, coins being exchanged quickly, arms waving.

Was he going to fight?

Well, if he was going to fight, he stood a chance. He was 314 years old and most of his life, he’s been a fighter. Taking him down would not be easy.

He dared to exhale, a glimmer of hope worming into his chest.

Fuck. He might yet survive this.

Whatever ‘this’ was?

“Gentlefae, place your bets!” someone announced loudly. “You have another minute! Then we’ll greet our lady with a minute of standing silence!”

“Lady”? What lady?

The bets were placed in the din of noise and shoving and yelling, and he looked around, seeing his comrades chained to the iron rings which studded the walls of the arena.

Suddenly, a hush fell upon the crowd.

All the males lined along the seats and stood up.

They were like soldiers awaiting their general. Stiff and quiet and deferential.

He didn't know where the winged male came from, but there he was, strolling into the ring.

He was massive. Absolutely one beast of a man, his dark, leathery wings making him even taller. He walked slowly, his movements surprisingly graceful and almost delicate, considering his immense size and the aura of violence and savagery that he emanated. He was shirtless, his body stacked with muscles and decorated with tattoos and a multitude of scars. His hands and forearms were covered in a network of burn scars which looked absolutely brutal.

By the Mother!

No.

It was him.

High Prince Azriel someone cried out loudly and the men raised their fists in greeting.

Oh shit.

It was him, wasn’t it. Truly.

Lady Elain Archeron, High Princess of Night Court and the Court of Nightmares

What?

She was here too?

The men stood unmoving, watching the Prince.

“You’ve been found,” the Prince said clearly, his voice deep and dark and menacing. “You’ve been judged. And you’ve been found guilty.”

“On what charges?!”

The Prince cocked his brow and chuckled.

“Where to start? You’ve violated the peace treaty with the humans. You’ve taken bribes. You’ve committed murder, theft and rape. You’ve sold women into slavery. You’ve murdered children. You’ve sacked and burned seven villages and three towns. The financial devastation that you and your gang have caused is immeasurable. Shall I continue?”

“Who are you to judge me?”

“Oh, Shand, I am the judge, the jury, and the executioner.”

The Prince shrugged irreverently and then said, “but enough talking. My Princess demands a show, and is craving justice. And I shall give it to her.”

His Princess? What the fuck?

Shand looked around, feeling lost.

“Well, I demand a proper arrest, a trial and a real judge!” he tried.

“Believe me, sometimes, we don’t get what we want,” Azriel said softly. “Princess!!” he bellowed then, “shall we commence?!”

His men roared and banged their weapons and feet, eager for the show.

Azriel turned on his heels and said,

“You have three choices. You can fight me. With a weapon of your choice, if you wish. You can cut off your arms. Or you can cut off your penis.”

“What the fuck?” Shand gasped, stumbling over the uneven surface beneath his feet.

Azriel shrugged that horrific shrug again.

“Your choice. Fight. Or unman yourself, so you won’t be able to hurt another female or child. Or cut off your arms, so you won’t be able to kill or maim again.”

“No!”

“A fight then?” Azriel asked nonchalantly.

Panicking, Shand looked around and saw a table which was lined with all kinds of crude weapons. Pipes, and saws, hammers, and axes. Sprinting toward the table, Shand grabbed the first thing he could, which was a hammer, and swung it towards the Prince.

And the fight commenced.

He should’ve cut off his arms.

Hel, he should’ve cut off his cock.

But he didn’t.

Instead, now he was gurgling in the pool of his own blood, watching in sheer horror the Prince’s massive fist ramming through his chest, breaking the breast bone. And then, the last thing that he was aware of in his life was his lung begging ripped out of his chest cavity and squeezed like a sponge.

“Next!” Azriel announced, his hands bloodied up to his forearms, a savage smile on his lips.

The next male attempted to put up a decent fight, which lasted about seven minutes. Azriel liked indulging him. Up until the moment he ripped his head with his bare hands right off his shoulders.

It was chaos after that.

Some of the males rushed for the knives–not to fight, but to mutilate themselves.

Arms and penises were soon littering the ground, and males, collapsed over their own bodies were screaming and crying.

“That’s what happens when you touch human women,” Azriel said thoughtfully, looking at the carnage around him.

Six more males opted for a fight and Azriel gladly took them on. One fought poorly, and annoyed the Prince with his lack of skills, so he ended with a swiftly broken neck. Another had his throat slashed.

Azriel disembowelled one of the men with his dagger, the guts spilling with a wet thud onto the ground.

And so it went.

His men jumped into the ring as well–his most trusted soldier, eager for blood.

He stepped back and pressed against the wall. He was hot and sweat was rolling down his abdomen and his chest. He wiped his forehead, and then opened his arm.

Elain slipped into his embrace, unbothered by the blood and the gore.

She smiled at him lovingly and proudly.

“How did we do, treasure?” he asked.

Her eyes glinted with malicious light and she reached up and kissed him.

“Perfect, my love. Absolutely perfect. You’ve avenged them well.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

“I love you, Azriel.”

“I love you too, Elain.”

#elriel #elain archeron #azriel and elain #pro elriel #elain x azriel #elain #A Ballad Of Sorrow and Love #Elriel fanfic #Elriel canon #Elriel fanfiction #my writing #my fanfiction

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moonspirit · 3 days

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More Papamin!( ̀⌄ ́)Please！

Aahhhhh hello, and I'm sorry, I actually have more papamin drafts saved but didn't have much time to flesh them out T^T

But have this!

Papamin Propaganda #8:

When aruani firstborn daughter is old enough and going to elementary school, she often overhears her classmates talking about the reaction of how their parents felt when they were born.

One boy says, "My dad said when I was born, I looked like a warrior!"

One girl says, "My mom said i looked like a little diamond!"

Another kid says, "My parents said I looked like a baby cow. I was really cute."

They ask her: "What did you look like?"

But she's stumped for an answer. "... I-I don't know..."

Later that week, she finds her mother folding laundry slowly, looking a bit tired.

"Mama."

"Hm?"

"What did I look like?"

Annie lifts her eyebrows, setting down a pile of shirts. "What do you mean?"

Her daughter shifts from foot to foot. "When I came out of here," She reaches out to pat Annie's swollen belly. "What did I look like?"

"Hmm," Annie lightly hums, swishing her lips to a side. "You looked like a potato."

Her daughter is aghast. "A potato?!"

"Yup. A potato," Annie nods matter of factly. "Go ask your father, he's the one who said it first."

Off goes her daughter, marching to the kitchen, anxious and disappointed. On her way she spots a small basket of potatoes in the pantry, all brown and fairly ugly. Not a warrior, not a diamond, not a baby cow but a potato?! What will she tell her friends? They'll laugh!

She finds her father before the stove, chopping vegetables in a casual shirt, sleeves rolled up. It's the off season for her parents, there are no diplomatic meetings for a few months.

"Papa," She says, sidling up next to him, standing on her tip toes to see the array of chopped ingredients on the counter.

"Yes?" He says sweetly, flashing her a smile.

"Is it true that-"

But she's cut off by the pressure cooker letting out a shrill whistle of steam. Armin turns off the stove. A delicious aroma wafts from it. Something a little familiar though she can't put her finger on what.

"What was that?"

His daughter hesitates, biting her lip. "Is it true that... I looked like a potato?"

"A potato?" He repeats with mild intrigue, giving her a brief look.

"When I was born," She says louder, more dejected. "Mama said I looked like a potato."

Now Armin pauses, takes note of her crestfallen face, and throws his head back and starts to laugh.

"Papa!" She whines, heart sinking. So it was true after all. She'd rather not go to school now.

"Oh dear," He chuckles, putting the knife down and crouching down to her height. His hands, smelling of bell peppers and carrots, take hold of her cheeks, squishing them lightly. Disappointed light blue eyes meet amused, bright blue ones.

"You did look like a potato," He confirms, grinning.

"So I was ugly," Her shoulders slump. "Mama said you called me a potato first."

"I did," He chuckles, pinching her nose. "But you know why?"

She stares back dully at his twinkling eyes, not really keen on knowing.

"Because when your mom was pregnant with you, she had a craving for so many different foods," He explains, standing up to pop off the pressure cooker's lid. Thick steam rises from within and the aroma grows stronger. "By the end, all she wanted to eat was one thing though," He raises his eyebrows at her. "Want to take a guess what it was?"

His daughter shrugs.

"Okay," Armin laughs. "Say aaahh-"

She does it out of reflex, "Aaaahhh."

He pops in a chunk of something hot and purple. It melts in her mouth, the sweetness spreading across her tongue.

"Sweet potatoes," He grins. "All she wanted was sweet potatoes. And you looked like the sweetest potato I've ever seen."

She chews slowly, wide eyed and blinking at his highly amused face.

"Annie!" He laughs over his shoulder at approaching footsteps. "You have to tell her the whole story."

Annie steps into the kitchen, looking hungry now. "I... I want some coconut. Do we have any coconut?"

Hm, their daughter thinks, swallowing. Its warm and sweet, travelling down her throat.

Potatoes aren't so bad after all.

#anon ask #papamin propaganda #aruani #attack on titan #aruannie #armin arlert #annie leonhart #shingeki no kyojin #aot #snk #armin x annie #arminarlert #annie leonhardt

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munsonsmixtapes · 14 hours

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Hey, I love your fics. I have a request. Rockstar!Eddie Munson x Roadie!Reader meet-cute

Ooh, yes! Thank so much for reading and the request, lovely!

rockstar!Eddie x fem!roadie!reader

Not proofread!

The venue was much hotter than it should have been when you got there. You were very late to your first job and the heat only made your nervous sweating worse. It was your first time very working as a roadie, so you weren’t exactly sure what to do. Since it seemed to be a more male dominated job, you were sure that not many of them would let you help.

You were very right. It seemed that all they let you do was set up the mics for the performance that was happening that night and getting waters for the ones who were doing the “real work” since they had been working so hard. What bullshit. You could have lifted just as much or maybe even more than those guys and now you were reduced to fetching water and ordering them food.

You had been too busy putting in everyone’s orders on your phone that you hadn’t even been looking to see that the large cart rolling down the hallway, heading straight for you. Just as you looked up to see it, you were pulled out of the way, your back pressed against someone’s chest.

You turned to get a look at your savior and gasped as you came face to face with Eddie Munson. He was even hotter in person with his signature cropped muscle tee and short shorts. Worry was written all over his face and he reached his hand out before pulling away, not wanting to cross any of your boundaries by touching you.

“Are you okay?” He asked, his eyebrows pinching together. “That thing almost took you out.”

“I’m good,” you smoothed out your shirt. “Thanks for saving me.”

“Oh, it was my pleasure,” he winked. “Always a pleasure to find an excuse to speak to a pretty little thing like you.”

“You’re a rockstar. I hardly think that you need to find excuses to speak to women.” You were sure that Eddie could have had any woman he wanted with a snap of a finger just because he was famous.

“Maybe not,” he shrugged. “But I did want to talk to you.”

“About what?” You had no idea what he would’ve wanted to talk to you about n

“I’ve been watching you today and do you always let people speak to you like that?” He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the wall while he lit up a cigarette that you knew for a fact was prohibited.

“Like what?”

“Like you’re a piece of gum on the bottom of their shoe. You have just as much right to be here as they do, you know that right?”

“Do I? I don’t fit in here. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.”

“Then just do what I do.” He took a drag then pulled the thing from his mouth.

“And what’s that?” You quirked an eyebrow and he smiled while he blew the smoke through his lips.

“Fake it til you make it. Act like you belong and eventually you will.” You knew what he meant, but you weren’t sure you could do that. You were always terrible at doing that when you had tried in the past.

“What’s your name?” He asked before taking another drag then offering you the cigarette which you declined by shaking your head.

“Y/n.”

“Well, y/n, I’ve gotta get to soundcheck. You gonna make sure I sound good?”

“Of course,” you nodded enthusiastically while he pushed off the wall. He then headed down the hallway before stopping and turning to face you.

“And if those guys give you any more shit, let me know and I’ll deal with them.” He winked one more time then rounded the corner, leaving you alone in the hallway. Maybe the tour wouldn’t be so bad.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #rockstar!eddie munson #roadie!reader #rockstar!eddie x roadie!reader

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blackoutspoetry · 2 days

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An Unmarked Night in Urzikstan (ghoap)🪐

note - this is a snippet from a longer fic I'm writing for posting on ao3, the first few chapters are on ao3 here

(I also suggest you listen to Give by Sleep Token while reading this)

Background:

This is part of a fix it fic that takes place during the Moder Warfare III campaign. Still on the hunt for Makarov, Soap and Ghost are accidently stranded in Urzikstan and Farah arranges them a place to stay for the night. But after having a terrifying close brush with death, Ghost struggles to grapple with the idea he almost lost Soap forever. Soap tries to make it up to him.

WARNINGS: no smut, but mature themes including talk of death and violence ahead.

"You know, there was a moment there that I was scared I missed him and hit you instead,” Simon confesses, his own soup is finished but he grips the bowl hard, like he’s trying to project all the nervousness into the porcelain instead of letting his voice shake. It's scary, really, how worried he sounds.

“You were lying there with his body over you, and I couldn’t tell if it was your blood pooling on the ground or his. I waited for you to talk to me for almost a minute before you said you were fine. And a minute doesn’t seem like a lot, but it's enough to get you thinking and I–” he took a breath to steady himself.

“You were alright this time, but I’m worried that one day, I won’t be there to take that shot. Like last year in Las Almas or today, I just won’t be around and he’ll get to you first. Or worse, I– I am there and I’m too compromised by the stress, it messes with my head and I kill you myself because I was too worried about the immediate threat that I didn’t aim properly.”

Johnny watches him for a moment in silence, biting the inside of his cheek. If they weren’t in the field, he’d have kissed him right there to silence the worry. But he sits and watches, trying to think of an appropriate way to act now. He can feel the heat of that fire close to his skin.

“I won’t be able to live with myself if I get you killed, Johnny… it would ruin me.”

Screw professionalism, the fact that they were in the field together, that this would be an inappropriate thing to do under the circumstances, Johnny reached for Simon’s trembling hands, squeezing them softly for reassurance.

“I’m still right here, I’m here and I’m not going anywhere.”

It didn’t do much to ease the shaking of his hands, so Johnny stripped off his gloves, running a careful thumb over the skeleton pattern on the back before tugging at each of the fingers and sliding them off his hands, revealing those skilled hands beneath them in all their pale glory.

He raised one to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss against the pulse point of his wrist, right at the edge of that tattoo. One shameless step forward, closer to that fire so that the heat might begin to burn him, and he’d be fine with it, as long as Simon was on the same page as him.

He could feel the other man’s pulse quicken under his hold as he moved to kiss the palm of his trembling hand.

Johnny looks to find him, frozen in that position and he cups his other hand around Simon’s jaw, a pressing reassurance that he was breathing, still here.

“You don’t have to worry about me, love. I’ll be alright, you’ll see.”

Shamelessly, another can of fuel tipped onto the fire and they’re sitting in the smoke, getting high on the fumes. It's too much to resist now. They’ve held off the inevitable far longer than they wanted to.

The kiss is a consolation for all that affection, unsaid and unseen in the thick of the gunfire. It tries to make up for everything they’ve missed. Johnny cups his jaw between both hands, pulling him closer, almost bruising in its languid movement.

He feels hot tears streak against his hands, tasting salt in the kiss before he feels Simon pull away, failing to stifle a small sob. Johnny wants to look at him, but Simon dips his head against his shoulder, clutching him tightly.

“I can’t lose you, Johnny, I don’t have anything else, I can’t–”

“You’re not going to lose me, I’m going to be fine, we’re going to be fine. We’re gonna get out of here tomorrow and return to base, we’re going to do whatever it takes to get Makarov, and we’re going to live.”

“I saw it today for a moment there, I lost you for thirty fucking seconds and it felt like I was going to die with you.”

“I’m here now.”

“You almost weren’t,” he tugs the mask off, finding it more a nuisance than a comfort, and what Johnny sees steals his breath away.

Simon’s hair is mussed up beneath it, tousled strands falling over his forehead and his eyes look wild and distressed, accentuated more by the remnants of eye black that he couldn’t quite scrub away, eyes glistening where his tears collected around the edges of his eyes.

“Simon,” Johnny said softly, hand finding Simon’s shoulder. It does the trick because Johnny rarely uses his name.

Simon's eyes turned back from where they were fixated on the ground, letting the tears slide when he found Johnny’s face, smiling a little despite it all.

He put Simon’s hand over the beating of his heart, just to accentuate the fact that he was still alive, that they were alright.

Simon fixated on the hand pressed into Johnny’s chest.

“You’re here…” Simon says brokenly.

“I am,” Johnny agrees. The hand on his chest pulled into a fist in the fabric of his shirt.

With a resigned sigh, Simon pressed their foreheads together and Johnny’s hand found its way into Simon’s hair.��

“Come hell or high water, I’ve got you and I’m not leaving you,” he tries to reassure Simon, but they both know he can’t promise anything. They both know that even if Johnny promises not to leave, to walk away from him, they can’t control gunfire and fate.

He thinks in this case, that the thought isn’t enough to count.

“I love you, Simon.”

He feels Simon stiffen in his arms. It was the first time he’d said it and the words had left his mouth unbidden, but it was the truth. He’s never been more sure of anything.

“Don’t just say that.”

“I mean it.”

“You don’t. You can’t.”

Defiantly, Johnny pulled out of his hold and looked him dead in the eye, sure as ever, voice unwavering as he placed his hands on those broad, solid shoulders.

“I meant it when I said it. I love you, Simon Riley, and I will not leave you to face the world alone. We’re in this together. We’re a team. We’re more than that.”

“Please, Johnny, you don’t know what you’re saying.”

There’s something unsaid, crammed into the thick silence. You don’t know what you’re doing to me.

Johnny finds more fuel and tips it generously into the licking flames, feeling the heat lurch up, swallow him into the inferno.

“I’ve loved you for the better part of five years, Simon. I loved you long before I realised it. I loved you before Las Almas and I loved you when you cried into my shoulder about your father, I loved you when I watched you take that mask off for the first time, and I loved you when you kissed me at Gaz's engagement party.”

He knows he’s laying it on thick, but he needs to drive the point home. He’s never been good with words, but he needs Simon to know this. Even if they can’t turn back from here.

It looks as though Simon wants to say something, but he doesn’t know how to put it into words.

Johnny is taken by surprise when Simon kisses him, hard. Their teeth clack together and everything about it feels broken and desperate, like they’re trying to lay claim on each other, needing to remind each other they’re here, and real. It's that kind of struggle with object permanence that he must fight with every day, because the second they leave each other’s sight, they’re fair game to be ravaged by the world. All they have is here, and now.

“Johnny, this is a bad idea,” Simon says between kisses, hushed abruptly by Johnny’s desperate mouth again, another kiss skewly planted to the corner of his lips. He makes no move to slow the pace as his hands dig in under Johnny’s shirt, large, warm palms pressing into Johnny’s skin. He doesn’t try to stop.

They’re gaining too much momentum.

“No one has to know what happened here.”

Another kiss.

“I will know.”

His body acted in the opposite direction, pushing Johnny back against the armrest of the couch behind him, Johnny pulled him closer, but he hovered a few centimetres away.

“You know how I feel about mixing work with– this.”

“I know. But we’ve got time to kill anyway, and you know how to keep secrets, what’s one more?”

“It's a matter of decorum, it's not right.”

Johnny barely contains the eye roll. “I just wish for one moment you’d start thinking about what you want instead of what they want from you. You told me not to let the system make me its bitch, so take your own advice and start thinking for yourself.”

Simon looked genuinely surprised for a moment. “You remember that?”

“Course I remembered it,” Johnny says as if it should have been obvious. “Fucking clung to it like scripture.”

Simon chuckled lowly, cause for another kiss, his hands steadied himself against the armrest.

Johnny reached for the hem of his shirt but stilled halfway as he frowned up at Simon.

“I don’t want to do this here.”

Less than two minutes later saw them taking the obvious next move from there on. Though neither of them mentioned it when they moved into the room, Johnny could tell Simon’s mind had also drifted back to their earlier conversation when Johnny kissed him senseless and pushed him back onto the bed that they decided they were not sharing under any circumstances.

He comes to sit between Simon’s legs on the mattress, feeling the old thing dip from their combined weight.

Contrary to his earlier belief, It was a terribly small bed, he notices with a bit of disappointment, and he’s half afraid it will give in halfway through the night, what with their combined weight, bulked up from years of building muscle.

It makes him a bit shy, if he’s being honest.

He pushes that down though, ignores it for the more important concern weighing on his mind.

Johnny carded a hand through the man's honey blonde hair. Those soft brown eyes tracked his movements meticulously.

Simon's eyes betrayed his true nature, always. So tender and soft behind that mask, that he had to hide his face to obscure it.

Simon was by nature, a sweetheart forced to wield a gun and told he was born to fire it. But Johnny knows, he knows that they are fundamentally different.

Simon was bred into what he is today, and Johnny chose this job because there was darkness, a demon clawing out of him.

He'd carried a darkness since the day he was born, gentleness was something he'd had to learn. But Simon...

Simon used to be a soft child without an inch of violence in him. He'd gotten the cruelty beaten into him. All that love that once overflowed from him, as a child, as a toddler, as that boy with that wonderfully wide smile, was kicked out of him.

He became Ghost to survive, but Johnny found Simon in there.

"What do you want from me?"

Simon shuddered when he trailed a hand up his chest, feeling the supple ripple of muscle under his palm.

He eventually finds the words, however difficult it sounds to say.

"Just don't be afraid of me, treat me like a real man."

A real man, a civilian.

"Just touch me softly, Johnny?"

Johnny took the other man's unmasked face between his hands and kissed his forehead softly. He feels the tension in his brow subside, Simon’s hands coming up to cup Johnny’s warm palms.

"I'll be gentle with you, Simon."

He loves him.

He's cultivated the admiration, that attraction for his superior officer into something far more dangerous. He doesn't know how else it's supposed to go, because it felt impossible not to fall in love with him when he let his guard down.

Johnny swears he can see tears welling up in Simon's eyes.

"You are loved, Simon," Johnny kisses along his cheek, pressing soft affection into the little scars decorating his skin.

"You deserve to know that."

Without preamble, Simon pulled him closer and tugged the shirt over his head, discarding it elsewhere, out of sight.

It doesn't matter.

"Eager, are we?" Johnny jokes.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted this."

Sitting half dressed in Simon's lap, Johnny stilled as the man's hands trailed up and down his chest, squeezing softly, like he's afraid Johnny might break if he's not careful enough.

Simon's hand stills over Johnny's heartbeat and he brings his own hand to hold it in place, feeling the blessed warm skin against the rhythm of his racing heart.

"You sure about this, Johnny?"

Simon runs his hand over the cross pendant sitting in the dip of Johnny's chest. The metal is warm to the touch. He smooths the twisted chain against warm skin.

"Certain, Lt."

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