#you're on thin ice sir

[cer-rata]

If Williamson brings her back and she's not serving looks and clowning on people I will be mauling everyone I come across until I get to him, scorched earth all the way.

And if they try to make her a love interest (bad end!) and have her fight Flatline over Damian (worse end!) then I'm just going to resort to voodoo.

#dc comics #maya ducard #damian wayne #jon kent #joshua williamson #you're on thin ice sir

[big-gay-apocalypse]

groannnn

// Marvel's Voices Infinity Comic #1

#i still love you but sir you're on thin ice #yes that was a better joke don't come for me #bobby drake #iceman #marvel's voices infinity comic

[sapphicsupremacist]

every day I ask myself how both sets of my socialist grandparents produced my liberal mother and conservative father... and then how they now have a communist lesbian daughter

#i guess being smart and cool skips a generation /hj #my mom is also very smart and cool i just wish she was a little more left #my dad...... sir you're on very thin ice

[holybibly]

I'm so embarrassed to be asking this but I'm super horny after reading your posts...

I followed you without even knowing it myself...

but

I realised I've got a daddy kink and yunho mingi and san now know about it...🥺

It's totally okay if you can't write it!🫶

I make you feel like horny bunnies, don't I? What am I going to do about it, darlings?"

"Do you like your gift, princess?" Yunho's voice is soft as he places his large hand on your neck, his thumb running along the thin, delicate chain. The gold chain, with his and San's initials on it, jingles slightly as he touches it, glistening in the light.

You are sitting comfortably on top of Yunho's thick thighs, your bare legs wrapped around his waist, while your hands are fiddling with the smooth tie around his neck. He is so comfortable to sit on; he is so tall and magnificent. How did you get to be so lucky as to have him all to yourself? And not just to him—San's strong arms wrap around your waist, and you lean back against his strong chest and literally melt into his arms.

"I really like it, Daddy." The words you speak are full of sincerity. Having powerful and stunningly handsome men like San and Yunho worship and care for you is a true dream come true. They are always ready to reassure you that they love to pamper and spoil you with everything they have, should you ever doubt whether you are worthy of their attention. Both of them are willing to do anything for you and to buy you anything you want to make sure that their sweet little princess is happy and well fed.

They are even willing to swallow some of their selfishness and possessiveness in order to get along with each other for your sake. They don't like it very much, and sometimes the air between them can be tense. But in a way, they also care for each other, perhaps more than they let on.

"Thank you, daddy." You tug lightly on Yunho's black tie, pulling his face closer so that you can kiss him gently on his soft, beautiful lips. "Thank you very much, sir." You lift your head and do the same to San. But before you can pull away, San catches your lips in his for a deeper, hotter kiss that takes the air out of your lungs. He grabs hold of the back of your neck and throws your head back so he can swallow you whole. When he pulls away, you're a little dazed. San's kisses always make you feel dizzy. San's love language is long, sensual kisses that always turn into a worship of your body with his lips and tongue. Each time he kisses you, he sends you up into the ninth cloud of pleasure.

A thin, silver strand of saliva connects the two of you until San runs his thumb roughly over your bottom, shining pink lip. He presses lightly against the soft flesh in a silent command. San chuckles softly as you obediently open your mouth to allow your tongue to wrap around the pad of his thumb.

"Our beautiful princess deserves nothing but the best." San whispers, watching with delight as your kitten tongue sweetly licks his finger while you look up at him with big, shining eyes. To him, you are a real treasure.

Yunho pulls impatiently at your hips so that San's thumb slips out of your warm, wet mouth. Yunho's big hand comes back to rest on your throat, and he leans forward, brushing his lips gently against yours for a moment before he slides his hot tongue into your mouth. You let out a long moan into his lips as you felt warm and insistent hands dancing over your body from behind you. The kiss is dirty and sloppy, just the way Yunho likes it to be. You can always feel the difference between them. San is quiet and calm; he slowly drives you crazy with his touches, preferring to prolong the pleasure for hours. Yunho, on the other hand, is passionate, hot, and impatient; he likes to take you rough and fast. He was like an icy flame, while San was like scorching ice.

Your lips were swollen and red as he pulled back to lick your mouth, and taking advantage of your distraction, San slipped his fingers under the waistband of your lace panties.

"You're so wet for us, baby. Always ready to please us." You can hear the smirk in San's voice as he runs his fingers over your slit in an almost lazy manner.

Yunho loosens the tie around his neck, and this seemingly ordinary act makes you start to salivate. The gaze of his dark eyes is completely focused on your face, which is now frozen with an expression of sweet pleasure. Your body becomes almost boneless, and you lean further back against San's hard, muscular chest as his fingers separate your labia, spreading the fluid that has collected between them over your delicate folds.

"Keep your eyes open, my sweet princess." San's voice is hoarse and full of desire as his hot breath hits your ear. Your eyes close at the pleasure his fingers give you. He's supporting your entire body weight, even though you're sitting on Yunho's lap, and his other hand is gently squeezing your breast, pulling down the thin lace of your bra, and exposing your swollen pink nipple to your daddy's dark gaze. He continues: "Keep your eyes on Yunho while Sir makes you cum on his fingers, Princess. Do you understand what I mean?"

As you followed your sir's instructions, your eyes immediately opened. Yunho has already removed his tie, which you partly regret; the first few buttons of his white shirt are undone, revealing his milky smooth skin, where hickeys always look too beautiful for your mind; and his sleeves are rolled up to his elbows. You admire his bare forearms, which allow you to shamelessly observe the muscles and veins that flex just beneath the skin. His normally sparkling puppy-dog eyes are dark with lust, hungrily drinking in every move you make, every change in the expression on your face, and every sweet little sound that escapes from your parted lips.

You spread your legs a little wider so that Yunho can get a better view of your wet, pink pussy. His eyes quickly moved from your pretty face to your barely covered cunt. Your sheer white lace panties are soaking wet from your excitement and are pushed to the side to make way for San's long and skilled fingers.

San plants hot, wet, open-mouthed kisses on your neck, biting and sucking hard on your skin as you tilt your head to the side to give him more access. At some point in your relationship, you realized that San had an oral fixation, and this fact was a pleasant bonus for you.

"Oh, sir, I feel so good. You make me feel so good." You whimper loudly, digging your long, manicured nails into the fabric of Yunho's white shirt. You moan as San slides two long fingers into your wet cunt and curls them up until you can almost see the stars in the sky.

"Don't close your eyes, baby; let your daddy enjoy the slutty look on your sweet face." You obediently look at Yunho, and your pussy involuntarily clenches around San's fingers as you see him look. You feel the searing heat of desire pooling and spreading throughout your body as Yunho seems to be devouring every inch of you.

Yunho leans forward, his face hovering just a few inches above yours. His eyes are so dark that the pupils seem to absorb the warm chocolate irises almost completely. He touches your lips with two fingers, and you immediately open your mouth to him and lift your face to his.

"You are such a beautiful princess and such an obedient girl for us to have." Yunho whispers in a hoarse voice before spitting into your waiting mouth. A glob of saliva slips along the length of your tongue, and you quickly swallow it, drawing a hum of approval from San, who is still marking your neck with his lips, and a low groan from Yunho. His hand lands on your neck once more, forcing San to finally stop sucking on the crimson hickeys on your delicate skin, and he presses his lips to yours.

It's messier than the first time you kissed, and even hotter and messier. Yunho's tongue is hungrily licking the inside of your mouth as drool starts to collect at the corners of your mouth. He slides his hand between your bodies, the pads of his fingers circling your sensitive clit. San's fingers slide along the quivering soft walls of your needy cunt, curling and hitting that special spot inside you that leaves you breathless and your toes curling. 

The firm pressure of Yunho's fingers rubbing against your clit and the way San's fingers push deep into your dripping cunt, causing your sweet juices to drip down his fingers and onto his palm and wrist, quickly bring you to the edge.

"Be a good girl and cum for us, Princess." San's words send you over the edge, and you cum loudly, moaning their names as you do so. You bury your face in Yunho's neck and ride out your orgasm, your hips jerking at their touches. Their fingers are persistent and never stop moving. They prolong the stimulation and practically make you come a second time. It's only when you're on the verge of overstimulation and you're whimpering softly that they slow down. But they don't remove their fingers; instead, they stimulate you with slow, lazy strokes.

"You look so goddamn hot when you cum, Princess." You giggle a little while Yunho just rolls his eyes as San sucks on your neck once more, leaving another hickey on your skin.

"And you will look even hotter and more beautiful when you cum on our dicks, don't you, Princess?" Yunho asks.

"Yes, Daddy, I will do everything I can to make you and Sir happy with my view."

#ateez smut #kpop smut #atz smut #ateez hard hours #ateez unholy hours #smut #ateez scenarios #ateez au #ateez x reader #san x reader #ateez imagines #ateez fanfic #san smut #choi san smut #choi san x reader #yunho smut #jeong yunho smut #yunho x reader #jeong yunho x reader

[luxthestrange]

TWST Incorrect quotes#553 Valentine's

Baul: Love is a weakness and an evolutionary mistake Mrs.Zigvolt(Mama of Sebek):...You're literally making Valentine’s Day cards for Yuu & Sir Lilia... Baul, pointing his hot glue gun towards his daughter: You’re on thin f**ing ice child-

I AM GIVING TO THE PEOPLE WHAT THEY WANT!?

#disney twst #twst #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x yuu #twst yuu #twst diasomnia #diasomnia x reader #baul zigvolt x reader #baul zigvolt x yuu #baul zigvolt #baul zigvolt x reader x lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #lilia vanrouge x yuu #lilia vanrouge #Mrs zigvolt #twst fluff #twst incorrect quotes #incorrect quotes

[almond-tofuuu]

Hi, I saw you were taking requests and I was wondering if you could write something like Zayne waking up from a nightmare and MC comforting him?

Absolutely adored your sleep-aid btw!!!!

Hi hi! 🤗 Thank you for the request, hopefully you enjoy this!

And I'm glad you happy you enjoyed the sleep aid!!!

Heart's refuge

Zayne x reader

Warnings: slight description of violence/injuries, Zayne has a nightmare, slight angst, Zayne is vulnerable (pls sir stop bottling everything up) comfort, possible ooc Zayne? ig 🤷🏻‍♀️ reader comforts him, established relationship

lmk if I missed anything ☺️

It was happening again.

Zayne was frozen in place, his legs refusing to move, his body no longer under his control. He was forced to watch, powerless to help as the group of wanderers closed in around you. Forced to hear every scream of agony, every desperate plea for help, forced to witness the gruesome sight of your bloodied body being brutally tossed to the floor like a discarded doll. Only then did his legs begin to work again, allowing him to rush to your side, just in time to watch the life flicker out of your eyes, feel your body turn as cold as the ice that ran through his veins and fall limp in his arms. Zayne cradled you in his arms, bloodied hands clutching the fabric of your shirt, tears falling from his eyes as he whispered apologies over and over again.

"I'm sorry I wasn't strong enough"

"I'm sorry I couldn't save you"

"I'm sorry I'm sorry I'm sorry"

Groaning softly, you blink open your eyes, allowing them to adjust to the dim lighting of Zayne's bedroom. As your sleep-addled brain slowly wakes up, you become acutely aware of the biting cold that's settled into the room, a thin layer of frost coating the blankets. A sudden whimper brings your attention to Zayne, his body lying beside yours is dusted with ice crystals, chest rising and falling rapidly, face contorted as though he's in pain. Although the sight is heartbreaking, this isn't the first time you've seen him like this, you came to learn quite early on in your relationship with the stoic doctor that he was often plagued by nightmares, horrifying images that would interrupt the few precious hours of sleep he was able to squeeze into his busy schedule.

Carefully, you grab his arm, shaking him slightly in an attempt to wake him up from whatever nightmare he was trapped in, calling his name softly at first, voice getting louder when he still didn't respond. "Zayne.... Zayne wake up!..... Zayne it's just a dream, you need to wake up sweetheart!"

Zayne bolts up from the bed, hand clutching at his chest as he gasps for air, panting wildly as he struggles to get enough oxygen into his lungs, eyes searching frantically around the room before landing on you. He stares at you for a moment, his brain, still half-asleep, attempting to separate dream from reality.

"It's okay.... It was just a dream... You're safe now" you whisper soothingly, hands gently cradling his face, brushing away the hair sticking to his sweat covered forehead. "Try to match my breathing, okay?.... In......." You take a deep breath in, smiling softly when you see his chest rise more steadily, copying you. "And out.........In.........And out, good job baby" you continue to simply breathe with him, whispering encouragement until his breathing finally returns to normal, his eyes no longer glazed over as he scans your body and face, as if he's searching for something, before you feel his body relax.

"There you go, that's better. Let me go get you some water-" as you make a move to stand, your pulled back by your hand, body falling into Zayne's chest as two strong arms wrap tightly around you, holding you against him so securely, as if he's afraid you'll slip through his fingers like smoke.

"Don't go.....just stay here.... Please" Zayne's voice, though muffled by his head buried in your neck, comes out as nothing more than a broken plea, the sound so vulnerable it makes your heart hurt. Just what kind of darkness was he forced to endure to shake him up this badly? Zayne was notorious for his self control, never showing weakness even to you, always preferring to take care of his problems quietly by himself. So to see him now, so raw and vulnerable in your arms, clinging to you as if it's you're the only thing keeping him from falling apart completely, you realised that whatever he saw in his dreams must've been harrowing.

Settling into his embrace, you wrapped your arms around his broad shoulders, one hand rubbing soothing circles on his back whilst the other played with the soft hair at the base of his neck, feeling him sigh in content at your gentle touch. You couldn't help the fond smile that spread across your face, it still amazed you how truly adorable Zayne could be sometimes, often reminding you of a grumpy cat.

"Do you want to talk about it?" You question softly, breaking the comfortable silence that had fallen between you both. "You don't have to if you don't want, but I'm here for you Zayne.... You don't have to deal with everything on your own"

For a while he remains quiet, and you accept that this is yet another thing he's going to keep to himself, but after letting out a heavy sigh, you hear his murmured response.

"I don't want to talk about what I saw.... I don't want to relive it" He raises his head, piercing green eyes meeting your own, his voice raw with a vulnerability you've never heard from him before. "I need you to promise me you'll be more careful, especially when dealing with wanderers. You're always so reckless with your life and as much as I want to, I can't always be there to protect you."

Zayne's hold on you tightens, face moving closer to rest his forehead against your own, an action so simple yet it conveys a depth of emotion that words can't. His breath fans over your face as he whispers softly, voice breaking slightly as he fights to control the intensity of emotions building up within him. "Please.....I can't bear to lose you....I'm not strong enough"

#love and deepspace #zayne #zayne love and deepspace #love and deepspace zayne #zayne x reader #lads zayne

[astroboots]

Past Lives

Author's note: Prequel to Every You Ever Me (but can be read as standalone).

Pairing: Miguel O'Hara x female reader

Summary: You meet Miguel O'Hara for the first time in a life-changing encounter.

Word count: 1.3k words

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You're standing on platform B at Main Street station, teeth chattering as you zip up your jacket. You're freezing your tits off.

This is why you don't like going all the way to Flushing. As bad as the stations get closer to the city, reeking of piss, body odor and stale vomit, at least it's always warm underground. Out here, there's no shelter, the tracks are exposed to elements.

It seems as if you are the only one stupid enough to come out here at 6 am on a Sunday, because there's barely anyone else here on the platform.

It's dreary and dark. The leftover snow has melted leaving only grey sludge and a slipping hazard behind.

From the corner of your eyes, you spot movement on the tracks.

You don't think much of it at first. Must be another oversized rodent feasting on discarded pizza, except... it's much too large for that, maybe a dog?

Your head whips back to get a closer look and the sight has your blood freezing to ice.

Is... Is that a man?

You stare at the bulky build crouched over on the tracks. Even as he's bent down, you can see that the man must be freakishly all.

"Sir?" You call out hesitantly.

He doesn't answer you. Doesn't pay you any attention at all. Is he drunk? He's dressed in dark blue spandex from head to toe, obscuring any facial features, wearing a sparkling Lucha Libre mask like he's on his way to WWE.

Yeah, definitely drunk then.

You glance up nervously at the departure board. The green LED light ominously reads: "4 Min".

If the man doesn't get off the tracks he's going to be pancaked by the oncoming train.

Walking up closer to the ledge, you shout across to him. "Hey! You need to get off the tracks."

He doesn't move out of the way.

Shit!

You don't understand. How did he get there. There wasn't anyone on there just a second ago. You would've heard if someone had jumped down from the platform. Where did he come from? Did he materialize out of thin air?

"There's an oncoming train," you try again. It doesn't make a lick of difference from the first time you shouted.

Why you think you can talk sense into a drunk who seemingly can't hear you (or is pretending to not hear you) is beyond you.

Glancing up at the board, you only have 3 minutes left now. It would be entirely too late to call for staff to help. By the time they'd show up the man would already be tomato paste across the tracks.

"Sir!" you shout again. But nothing.

Shit. shit shit shit.

He's not moving of his own accord. The only thing that could get him to budge would be to tackle him... which is absurd for you to do. You must be nearly half his size.

But what else are you supposed to do? Stand by and watch a man die?

You get queasy at the doctors when they draw blood for check ups. You cry when the dog dies in a horror movie. You would never be able to walk away from a man dying, only a few feet away from you. It would haunt you for the rest of your life.

In the corner of your eyes, 3 minutes turn to 2. Before you have the time to slow down your thoughts and properly think, you're already scooting down against the ledge and jumping down the track.

What the fuck are you doing. Why are you risking your life for a drunken stranger?

Your heart is hammering through your chest, beating its way up your throat. You feel queasy with adrenaline as you squeeze your eyes tightly shut.

In the total darkness behind your eyes, you leap forward, with your entire body weight as you slam into him.

There's an angry growl of surprise as you make contact. The man is built like a brick wall. It's like you ran up to a building and collided with hard concrete.

Both of you tumble across the tracks and in that split second that seems to last forever, there is a pandemonius roar that bellows out behind you. Wind whips past your side so hard that it's painful, and you think to yourself that maybe you didn't make it in time.

Except you did.

Because when you open your eyes, instead of eternal darkness all you see are scarlet red eyes, staring up at you with wide shock. You've never seen eyes like this before. They shine like rubies even in the dim dark.

Underneath the blue mask, the man is gorgeous. All sharp angles, and cut jaw with pouty lips that belongs to a Hollywood starlet-- Wait where's the mask?

You could've sworn that he was wearing a mask over his face before.

You don't get to contemplate on that thought for long. There's a flash of glaring light blinding you, the grinding screech of gears closing in.

Oh fuck.

The northbound train is arriving.

You need to get up. Need to climb over the ledge before it's here. You try to raise yourself up on your elbows, but the strength is zapped out of you. Rubble digs into your knees. Everything stings and burns.

The yellowed lights are too close, the screeching of metal is right in your ears.

Oh shit. Oh fuck. Oh god! There isn't enough time. You're going to die.

A strong grip envelops your waist, hoisting you up. The ground below you disappears. You don't know how, but gravity seems to fall away, and you find yourself high up in the air as the sight of train tracks recedes.

You're flying.

Looking up, you see the man's face once again covered in the blue mask from before. He's holding onto you with one arm, while the other is stretched outwards into the empty air. There's web connecting his hand to the sky as he swings you through the landscape of Flushing beneath your feet.

From up here, even something as vast as New York looks small.

He lands the both of you on solid ground, on a nearby rooftop, arms still wrapped firmly around you as he sets you down on your toes and doesn't let go until the back of your heel is firmly planted.

You on the other hand, are still holding onto him tightly. Hands in a death grip into the muscle of his forearm.

Up close, he's staggeringly tall. The angle you have to crane your neck to look up at him feels unnatural, like you're observing a landmark monument, not just a person.

The mask disintegrates, the red and blue material disintegrating to reveals his face to you again.

You're too stupefied by the events that have taken place in the last few minutes to react appropriately

"Are you--" you start, but you don't know how else to finish that sentence. Is he what? What do you want to ask him after he flew up in the sky and saved you? Is he human? an alien? Do you ask him what just happened? Where he came from? Why the hell he was on the train tracks and didn't move! even though you told him to?

You blink up at him, running through each one of the questions and stupidly instead, you settle for the simplest one of all.

"Are you okay?"

He's smiling at you, an amused expression glinting in his eyes.

"Yeah, I'm okay," he answers.

Stretching out an arm above him, a string of web shoots out from the palm of his hand into the sky.

"See you around," he says. Then he swoops into the air and he’s gone. 

Author's notes: I got some questions a while back about how Miguel meets Nena, and this is part of that answer.

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#across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spiderman #marvel #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara x you #mcu #oscar isaac #spiderverse

[tulipsforvin]

do u have any hcs for Albert's favorite positions in bed or ...kinks... i'm sure that man has a lot points and laugh aint no way i'm seeing that face having empty thoughts

✧ a/n: LMFAOO for some reason the way this req was written was so funny to me at first, it made my day so thank you

★ ALBERT'S FAV POSITIONS + KINKS

FAVOURITE SEX POSITIONS ☆

✦ this man absolutely loves taking his partners from behind. there's something about the deep arch in doggy style, face smushed against the plush pillows, ass raised up in the air and moans being muffled by the sheets underneath that gets him riled up.

he's always chuckling. he's watching his partner shiver and shudder down there while he pushes back his brown hair, teasing them. “haha, tired already?”

✦ he also enjoys how his partner rides him with their back faced to him — the jiggle of their ass when they move up and down, the slapping of skin against his own has him addicted. he likes palming them then.

✦ i feel like this man would also enjoy putting his partner in a mean, mean mating press occasionally. he can't help himself; his cock just reaches deeper, nestles and rubs against the deepest, warmest, most wet and sloppiest parts of his partner.

✦ albert is also quite fond of the 'upstanding citizen' position. when his partner's legs are wrapped around his waist, holding them up by strong arms while he mercilessly pounds into them; either pressed against the wall or in the air. he's quite proud of his back, which is why he loves when his partner's nails rake against it — all while moaning out his name.

HCs ON ALBERT'S KINKS ☆

✦ exhibitionism: i headcanon that albert is very territorial and possessive over things and people he's affectionate about. he wants to make sure everybody knows exactly who his partner belongs to — either that may be fucking them between thin walls, knowing people on the other side can hear the two or a little more openly to claim them as his.

one time he got jealous upon finding out that somebody had been flirting with his partner so he pounded into his partner loud enough so the other person could hear. he does not play about who belongs to him.

✦ sir/master kink: this man exudes dominance. but not the mean kind of dom, the softer—perhaps even the service top kind of dom.

there's just something about the way his partner says it, a embarassed stutter & soft hush in their voice that has his dick aching. “call me sir and as promised, i'll eat you out until you're screaming in pleasure.”

✦ sensory/temperature play: albert is over the moon when his partner agrees to this. the arch of their back as dark red wine slowly slithers it's way down from their chest to abdomen, soft gasps as they feel albert rub ice-cubes over their already sensitive and swollen nipples or lapping up the spilled wine from before — the foreplay is enough to have him humping the sheets just for any form of release.

✦ size kink: i'll bet my soul on this; albert is huge as fuck down there and i mean his zippers are holding back a goddamn monster (💀💀).

he likes having their small body under him, his hands gripping the flesh of your hips as he uses his partner like they're some sort of sex toy. the little bulge that forms on your lower abdomen only makes him harder.

#i wrote this yesterday #while i was high as hell #so apologies #if you find errors in this #moriarty the patriot #yuukoku no moriarty #albert james moriarty smut #albert james moriarty x you #albert james moriarty x reader #albert james moriarty #albert james moriarty x y/n #moriarty the patriot smut #yuukoku no moriarty smut

[dark-frosted-heart]

Book of Memories ~ Clavis, Jin, and Sariel ~

Card story

As usual, can’t guarantee 100% accuracy on this.

Clavis gets bullied

BOOM!

AAAAAHHHHHH!

(Ah...There goes two down a hole.)

Since coming to court, the sounds of explosions and screams have become apart of my daily life. Amazed by how adaptable people are, I stopped reading and headed toward the nose.

Jin: Are you two hurt?

The knights came out of the hole with the help of Jin. Besides them was Clavis, who was probably the one that dug the pit, and Sariel, whose brows were furrowed. Just an everyday sight.

Knight 1: Fortunately, the hole was filled with cushions so I'm fine. How about you?

Knight 2: Same. Thanks for your help.

Jin: I just lent a hand while you two were climbing out.

Clavis: You two must have cooled off now after falling down the hole. I'll see you two tomorrow.

Knights: Yes sir.

(Were the knights arguing?)

(An underhanded method to get them to make up, but it's expected from Clavis.)

Sariel: Prince Clavis will fill this hole up by himself. Everyone else can go about your own business.

Knights: Understood! Excuse us!

(Wow, they look so happy...)

I approach the three, as if replacing the knights that just hurried off.

Clavis: Emma, did you come to see who got caught in my trap? Unfortunately you're too late.

Emma: Actually, I thought I'd come help whoever fell in the pit.

Jin: Most people would stay away to avoid getting dragged in to trouble, but you're so sweet. I'll give you some candy for being a good girl. Here, give me your hand.

Emma: Thank you.

I hold my hand out and he gives me a lollipop. Sariel clears his throat and I’m pretty sure the increased tension’s not a part of my imagination.

Sariel: Prince Clavis, you already made a pit trap yesterday, didn’t you? Are you planning to unlevel this beautiful garden?

Clavis: It looks like our dear bureaucrat's vision is deteriorating so why don't I show you? Look at where I filled up a hole yesterday. It's as beautiful as it was before I dug it up. No unevenness here.

Emma: Wait, you're pointing at my feet. Did you dig a pit here yesterday?!

Jin: It's true that it's pretty level here. You're not just a master digger, but a master filler too.

Sariel: Prince Jin, please don't encourage him. He'll get carried away.

Jin: Getting carried away's a problem, but the hole's been nicely filled. Isn't that okay?

Clavis: Jin really is a wonderful older brother and partner in crime. I'll make some sweets for you next time.

Jin: I'll pass since Yves' making sweets. How about you make something as an apology to Sariel?

Sariel: If you'd like to know what it's like to step on thin ice, then by my guest. You don't feel sorry at all.

Clavis: Are you expecting me to?

Sariel: ...

Emma: S-Sariel, please don't be angry. If you furrow your brows any further, you won't be able to get rid of the wrinkles.

Jin: If he can't get rid of them, I'll teach him how to massage them out.

Sariel: We should deal with the source of the wrinkles first.

Jin: Think you can do it?

(I don't think so...)

Clavis returns the stares with a proud smile and Sariel quietly pinches his brows.

Sariel: Intelligence increases with age, but I wish that his ability with traps remained that of a child's. Seriously.

Emma: As expected, he wasn't as powerful as a kid.

Jin: If he was this powerful as a kid, the castle would've been repaired more than 10 times over.

Emma: The thought of it is terrifying.

Sariel: There's no charm in falling into a trap you set yourself.

Emma: Own trap?

Clavis: Oi, why'd you just say something like that to Emma? You did it on purpose, didn't you?

Sariel: Just some divine punishment.

Jin: That's quite a promotion from bureaucrat.

Clavis: Emma, forget what you heard. That's just a false memory of Sariel's.

Emma: Did you get caught in your own trap, Clavis?

Clavis: I've never seen you smile without any reservation or care like that before.

Jin: It was such a failure. I think it was his first time setting such a big trap.

Sariel: Yes, the trap suddenly malfunctioned and went off before it could be stopped.

Jin: The impact caused Clavis to slip, grab our clothes, and drag us into the pond together with a plop.

~~Flashback start~~

Sariel: You've done it now.

Jin: Hey, your glare's making Clavis cry.

Clavis: *sniff* I'm just pretending to cry. I'm just great at acting, okay! Damn it...Me, a genius, made this trap. I'm frustrated, but I'll definitely succeed next time. I'll keep going at it until I do!

Sariel: You caused so much trouble for others, yet you don't regret it at all?

Clavis: Eek

Jin: Hey, hey, don't actually make him cry. It's just child's play, isn't it?

Sariel: It's never too late to nip evil in the bud.

Jin: Clavis, run! Sariel's serious!

Clavis: Run away!

Sariel: Hold it!

~~Flashback end~~

(Wow, I can just imagine it.)

Jin: As you get older, you want to reminisce.

Clavis: About people's failures?

Jin: It's a precious memory for me. There was some commotion after that and I didn't have time to rest.

Emma: I'm sorry Clavis, but I'd love to hear about your lovely memories too.

Clavis: If my own shame can make someone else happy...It can't be helped. I'll allow it.

Sariel: Emma, would you like to hear about another memory?

Clavis: We're ending it there!

Jin: Your tolerance went away in an instant.

Sariel: Fufu, must be a dark past he wants to forget about.

(It's rare to see Clavis so flustered.)

Suddenly, a casual question out of curiosity springs up.

(Sariel was Clavis' teacher, wasn't he?)

(He's probably the one that got to see the evolution of traps up close.)

(Even if they've improved over time, I think they could've been prevented in the first place...)

Sariel: At any rate, this trap was a little crude, even for you.

(Hm...?)

Sariel: I think you were pressed for time because there was too much room for just two men.

Clavis: You got a good eye. To begin with, I didn't have enough time to prepare. It would've been better to string them up.

Jin: But you'd need a tree large enough to hold two knights. It'd be hard to lure them to the right place, wouldn't it? Then how about-

(This...I've never seen this before)

It was unheard of for Sariel to start evaluating traps while in the middle of a lecture. And after hearing Jin's suggestion, started adding on to the ideas for new traps. Apparently I was unaware of the fact that this was part of the trio's daily life.

(So, rather than Sariel failing to prevent traps, he's just not trying to.)

(Then why...)

One question's answered and another pops up in its place.

Clavis: ...

(Ah...)

For a moment, Clavis' eyes softened. That expression...

Clavis: Emma

Suddenly, our eyes meet when he calls my name and he pokes my cheek after closing the distance between us.

Clavis: You've got that smile on your face again. You've been thinking about me, haven't you?

Emma: Yes... I wanted to know more about your childhood memories, Clavis.

I unconsciously gave an answer different from what I had in mind, but it wasn't a lie. My reply made Sariel's smile widen and his shoulders shook slightly.

Sariel: How about I prepare for you the finest memories?

Jin: I won't lose to you.

Clavis: Those memories are all going to be related to my failures, aren't they.

Jin and Sariel: Of course.

Clavis: You two do nothing but harass me.

Jin: A big brother's love for his little brother.

Sariel: A teacher's love for his apprentice.

The looks of disapproval on Clavis' face makes us laugh out loud. There's no longer any traces of tension or lectures. Instead, a pleasant air seems to surround us.

(Jin and Sariel sound like they're joking, but they must be speaking the truth.)

(When I looked a Clavis just now, for the first time, I thought he was like a little brother.)

Clavis' relaxed expression showed me the happiness and trust that he couldn't hide.

(That's an expression you can only see when he's with the two of them.)

The relationship among the three revealed through traps warmed my heart.

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[bbyquokka]

Valentines day with ot8

pairing: ot8 x fem reader

genre: headcanon, smut – MDNI

synopsis: how you'd spend valentines day with skz

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, established relationships, pet play, oral sex (m + f rec), anal toys (plug), pet names, use of the word master and sir, clit play, inexperienced reader, virgin reader, loss of virginity, mention of feeling insecure and anxious, Amazon sex position, grinding, reader calls jisung a pervert, breast and nipple play, mention of porn watching, unprotected and protected penetration (p in v), mention of using a safe word and the traffic light system, masturbation (m), thigh fucking, temp play (ice)  

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꒰ Chan ꒱ 

He's been working hard lately. Having to juggle work and home has become tiring and exhausting for him. He comes home from work, showers, eats and crawls into bed, ultimately done for the night.

You don't blame him though. It's that time of the year. However, you couldn't help but feel like the intimacy between you both had diminished. You know he's tired so you don't expect him to do anything however, when you would crawl into bed, he'd at least give you some form of intimacy, whether that'd be spooning you or just gentle kisses - now he doesn't do any of that.

Has the romance died? Is there no spark between you both anymore? Is Chan bored of you? All these questions swimming around in your head and not a single answer to any of them which makes you feel more anxious and worried. 

You tried to initiate it, saying that he doesn't have to move a single muscle, that you'll do all the work but Chan just wasn't interested, claimed he was too tired and that he has a busy day ahead.

You soon started to feel defeated, sometimes crying to yourself in the bathroom before settling next to him in bed. 

But you didn't give up. You refuse to give up.

Valentine's day is coming up so you decided to splash out on some sexy lingerie to surprise your lover. Maybe then he will give you the attention you deserve! 

A nice, sexy red lace set. Panties and bralette made of flimsy material and see through. Cute hearts decorate the bralette covering where your nipples would show. A matching garter belt and stockings to accommodate it. If this doesn't make Chan drool, then you don't know what will.

The time finally came. Chan was finishing up in the bathroom after taking a shower, the sounds of the hairdryer going off. You quickly change into your lacy underwear before quickly styling your hair to make yourself look the part as well as spraying some of your best perfume on your neck. Nerves and anticipation surges through your veins, bubbling in your stomach.

What if he doesn't like it? What if this is the final straw? If this fails, then you don't know what else you can do to make him touch or look at you.

So deep in thought, you fail to hear the bathroom door open. The soft slaps of bare feet on the floorboards as Chan approaches.

“Holy shit…” He breathes out. You spin on your heels to face him, cheeks turning a nice pink colour.

“Chan–”

“Sh.” He simply instructs, walking towards you. You press your lips together in a thin line, unable to take your eyes off him. His aura is different, a sudden change of atmosphere making you feel small and submissive.

“My gosh don't you look adorable.” He groans, grabbing your cheeks in his hand softly. You're forced to look up at him, your throat turning dry.

“C-Chan…” You weakly squeak. You feel his fingers lightly feather over the flimsy material of your bralette, outlining the curve of your breasts before gently poking your nipple. He lines the heart shape slowly, his fingertip nudging against the bud. 

You shiver, letting out a weak moan. You couldn't help it. It's been days, weeks since he's last touched you. You can already feel your cunt throb and ache, panties slowly soaking up your slick and sticking to you. You're touch starved and it's obvious from the way your body responds from his simple touch.

He releases your cheeks before sliding both hands down your sides and cupping your ass.

He pulls you flush to his naked chest. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin onto yours. It's suffocating, it's making you dizzy. His scent is all over and around you, you're becoming intoxicated.

“All this is for me?” Chan licks his lips hungrily as he presses his erection onto your thigh.

“Yes.” you instantly reply.

“Why?”

“It's valentine's day and you haven't touched me in so long Chan. I'm touch starved.” You pout, whining softly. Chan chuckles softly 

“I'm sorry pup. I've just been so tired lately. I have wanted to pleasure you, believe me but I'm so pent up that I'm scared of hurting you…”

“I trust you Chan. With my whole heart. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Just please Chan, please fuck me.” You beg, cupping his erection and gently palming it. Chan lets out a shaky moan before smirking.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n”

“I mean it! Please Chan, fuck me like you mean it. I want to be sore, I want to feel you deep inside. I want to be fucked dumb. Just, please!”

You squeal as Chan picks you up and throws you on the bed. He crawls over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I warned you, y/n but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh.”

꒰ Minho ꒱ 

Minho tugs on the leash that's attached to your collar, your body jerking slightly. You look up from your sleeping position on the floor before kneeling and sitting on the back of your heels, awaiting his instructions. It's valentine's day, a day that he never cared about until you suggested that you'd make valentines day his day.

He hums softly, patting your head gently before twisting your hair around his finger. He gently strokes the fake fur of the cat ears that rest on your head, a cute delicate collar around your neck with a bell attached to it with a matching tail. 

“Yes, master?” 

“Suck.” He simply instructs. You nod, crawling between his parted legs before pulling down his jeans and underwear. You wrap your fingers around his dick, starting off slow and steady. 

Minho's attention turns back onto the TV, his eyes flickering from the screen, to you then back to the screen. He slouches a bit more as his cock gets hard in your hand. You hum softly, pumping his base before leaning in to kitten lick his tip.

You press your tongue flat against his tip, collecting his pre cum that is currently seeping from his slit. Your free hand comes up to massage and fondle with his balls, rolling them slowly in the palm of your hand. Minho closes his eyes slowly as your lips wrap around his cockhead.

You softly suck, wrapping your tongue around it and letting the wet muscle caresses his red tip. The salty flavor of his pre cum coats your taste buds making you hum and shiver. You look up at your lover, his nonchalant expression refusing to change until you suddenly lower your head on his cock, taking more of his size and letting him hit the back of your throat.

Minho's eyes widen at the sudden action as he looks down at you. He parts his lips, toes curling as you instantly swallow around his cock. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, the ability to breathe becoming a struggle from the sheer thickness of him.

Your throat clenches around Minho. He kicks his head back, a throaty groan leaving his lips. His composure breaks as he feels your tongue caress his cock, mouth getting to work on sucking him well.

You place both hands on his thick thighs, eyes fluttering close as you lower your head further down until your nose touches his pubic area. Minho stutters, struggling to stop his hips from bucking upwards. He gathers your hair in his fist, tugging harshly at the roots. You let out a muffled cry, tears welling and spilling from the corner of your eyes as saliva dribbles down your chin.

“F-Fuck, kitten. Shit…” Minho shivers as you slowly pull some of his length out of your mouth. Keeping your lips around him, you work on sucking him how he likes it. Tongue caressing and wrapping around his cock, hands caressing and rolling his balls in the palm of your hand. The bell of your collar jingles with each head movement, Minho being unable to hold back his moans.

“Shit, good.. so good.” He whimpers, plump lip caught between his teeth as your face becomes stained with tears and slobber. 

“Such a good kitten, sucking master's cock.” He gathers the faux leather leash, twisting it around his fist to tug harshly. You whimper softly, pulling his cock out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva being the only thing connecting you both at this point.

“All fours.” Minho demands. You nod, shifting on all fours. Your back is to Minho, ass and pussy on full display. Minho licks his lips, kneeling behind you and spreading your ass cheeks. He shivers at the sight of your butt plug that's buried inside, a fake fur tail attacked at the end to finish off the cat like appearance.

“My gorgeous kitten.” Minho coos, playing with your tail before gently applying pressure on the plug. You let out a soft whimper, your swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

“Yes sir.” You shakily breathe out, feeling his fingertips dance towards your pussy. He uses his middle and index finger to rub between your folds, a hum of contentment emitting from his lips as his fingers become soaked.

“So wet for me, kitten. Did you get like this because you sucked some cock?” 

“Y-Yes sir.” He presses the pad of his fingertips against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub. Your legs shake, arms unable to hold your body weight. He slips two fingers in your cunt, your walls welcoming him by squeezing around his fingers. He leans over you, chest pressing on your back.

“I think I might like Valentine's day.” 

꒰ Changbin ꒱

Changbin is the only person you've ever known when it comes to sex. Changbin has a lot more experience than you do in that department. You were a virgin when you two met so he is all you ever know. You don't have much sexual experience, not knowing what you like and dislike, however, Changbin is patient with you.

He told you to take your time, that there is no rush. You will find out what positions and kinks you like eventually, reassuring you that you shouldn't rush because stuff like this cannot be rushed.

But you can't help that nagging feeling of insecurity in the back of your mind. Some days you wish you knew what you were doing because then, it would be easier and much more smooth sailing. Changbin has told you time and time again that he doesn't mind, that he understands the situation and that you shouldn't feel scared nor insecure - but your mind tells you differently.

Valentine's day is around the corner and you want to do something special with him. You couldn't do anything last year due to work commitments and when you two finally had free time, the moment was over and done with. This year is different however and you want to make it a day he won't ever forget.

You shopped for some cute looking underwear. It's not the first time you've shopped for underwear, however this type of underwear is different and is for a different meaning.

Walking along the shelves and racks of cute and sexy underwear, robes and even some bdsm equipment, you were once again reminded that this is all new to you. You didn't know exactly what you were going for nor what you wanted to look or feel like. When a staff member offered you some help, you flushed a deep red and scurried out of the store empty handed.

You didn't know what Changbin likes when it comes to this. What does he like to see his partner wear? What colours does he like? Red, pink, blue? Does he like lace or cotton? The more unanswered questions you have, the more insecure and nervous you feel.

You tried again the next day, taking deep breaths and this time, you accepted the help from the staff member. You bought yourself a cute baby pink set. Nothing too extreme but nothing too minimal. Now you have to hide it away from your lover and hiding things from Changbin can be quite tricky.

The week went by slowly. During the week, you googled positions and techniques to get your loved ones to feel good. That's when you come across a position known as the ‘Amazon Position.’ Your curiosity piqued, the picture of said position making you want to try it with Changbin. Only problem is, how do you bring something up like this to him?

Changbin knew something was going on with you, he could tell by the way you acted so skittish around him. How you would be quick to lock your phone or hold it close to your chest when he questioned what you were doing. He knew but he had a feeling that you being so secretive is for a good reason.

Valentine's day came and as expected, you feel sick to your stomach with nerves. You wrote a mental script, imagined it all out in your head. Changbin was out for the day, work commitments but he promised to make it up to you later that night but of course, you have other plans.

You spend the majority of the day clock watching, continually trying on the set wondering if doing this is a good idea. You feel good on the set. The soft pink with hearts and bows gave it that innocent appeal to it and that's exactly how you feel – innocent and cute.

6 pm rolls over. Changbin will be home in 30 minutes max. You ignore the sick feeling, ignore your nerves as you put on the set, fixing your hair and make up. You put on a robe to conceal it as you hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Baby, I'm home!” You grin, hearing your lover's voice. Your worries instantly wash away. You rush out of the bedroom, feet slapping against the wood floor.

“Binnie!!” You fail to hide your excitement as you run to him. He laughs, opening his arms wide. You run into them, Changbin wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up.

“How's my favourite baby girl?” He hums softly, hands cupping your ass softly to keep you stable. You blush a soft pink colour.

“I'm fine. Missed you though.” You pout. Changbin softly kisses your pout before laughing softly. You mewl, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his natural scent. His scent causes shivers to run down your spine and shoot to your core. 

It's Binnie, your Binnie. The man you love and adore so much. The man who is your safe space.

“Binnie.” You softly whisper, kissing his neck delicately. Changbin hums softly.

“I bought you something.” He whispers. 

“You did?” 

“Mhm. Want it now or–?” You pull your head away from his neck, looking to the side as you bite your lip. Changbin tilts his head to the side. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“W-Well, I uh…” You start. Changbin gently puts you back down, your feet hitting the wood floor. “I bought something and I wanted to ask you something and well, I'm just so embarrassed and worried that you won't like it..”

Tears well in your eyes suddenly, the action surprising you as well as Changbin. You're so nervous right now, thoughts and insecurities consuming your body.

“Take your time baby.” Changbin hums softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I-I think it's best if I show you.” You mumble, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You instruct him to sit, stepping in between his legs. You take a deep breath in before removing your robe, letting it shimmy down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Changbin's eyes widened at your set, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Is this what you wanted to show me, baby?” You nod slowly, taking shaky breaths. “Can I touch?”

“Yes.” His fingertips lightly dance up your sides. He traces the hearts on your bra, playing with the little bow in the center. He gently cups your breasts, palming them in his hand softly.

“B-Binnie…” You softly moan. 

“What else baby? Tell your Binnie what else you want.”

“I-I found a position called the Amazon position and I–I want to try it with you.” That pink flush turns a bright red. Changbin licks his lips slowly, his hands now playing with the curve of your ass.

“You want to try it with me baby? Are you sure?” You nod. “Are you doing this because you want to or because you're trying to please me? Because if you're doing this for me then–”

“I want to! Please Binnie… I-I know I'm inexperienced but I just, I don't know… I just want to try it with you and see if I like it…” Changbin stands up, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you're comfortable with this.” You look into Changbin's eyes, drowning in the beauty of his eyes. Lust is evident but the love you see is drowning you. 

“I'm comfortable.”

Changbin lays flat on his back, legs up and bent at the knees. He holds the back of his thighs, legs spread. You shuffle close to him, holding the base of his condom clasped penis. You hold it straight, squatting over the back of his thighs.

“Are you sure?” Changbin asks for the nth time. You nod.

“I'm sure Binnie. I trust you.” Changbin smiles softly at you, giving you the go ahead. You lower yourself down on his length. Both of you moaning in unison, the stretch you feel from his cock burning. You wait a few seconds before thrusting your hips towards him. You let out a shaky whimper, leaning forward to place your hands on his soft pecs.

“B-Binnie…” You moan out, head hanging low. The new position makes it possible for Changbin to reach into unknown territory. You're at a loss for words from how pleasurable it feels. You're in control, you get to control how deep and how fast to go. Your clit rubbing against Changbin, the feel of being able to control making you feel overwhelmed

“You look so beautiful and in control, baby girl. The best valentine's gift ever.”

꒰ Hyunjin ꒱

Hyunjin was sculpted by a Greek god, giving him romantic attributes so it's no surprise that Valentine's day is made for him. His little habits, hobbies and interests as well as his sense of style screams soft romantic.

Valentine's day is Hyunjin's favourite thing of the year purely because he gets to show that romantic side to you. He never fails in making you feel like royalty. You often tease him, calling him a soppy romantic but in reality, you adore that side of him 

You feel lucky to have someone like Hyunjin in your life.

This year you didn't fancy doing anything spontaneous. The week has been tiring for you both, neither of you fancied getting dressed and going out plus neither of you needed any new clothing or hobby related stuff - so Hyunjin suggested that you both just do some art together.

You're both sitting on the wood floor of Hyunjin's art studio, a few candle sticks in empty wine glasses situated on the tables. You're sitting cross legged facing each other, your hair tied in a messy bun. Hyunjin's hair is getting long again but it's not long enough for him to tie up, so he's settled on using a pink hairband of yours to keep his hair out of his face.

Different types of paints, paint brushes and canvases situated around you both. Both dressed in clothing that you don't really care about meaning you can get messy. A soft, classical piece playing in the background as the soft sounds of paint brushes being dragged around the canvases.

“How's it going for you angel?” Hyunjin's eyes flicker up from his canvas to you. He chuckles softly to himself as your tongue sticks out in concentration - a habit of yours he loves so much.

“It's going alright.” You laugh, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Just alright?” You nod, looking up and melting at the sight of him. You forget how handsome Hyunjin looks, with his prince-like appearance; however, tonight he looks exquisite. The soft glow of the candles, stray pieces of hair falling in front of his face, a few paint streaks on his cheeks, you feel like the luckiest person on the planet.

“I just can't get your right eye correct! I have the left done perfectly but the right eye is just annoying me.” You whine softly. Hyunjin laughs, dipping his paintbrush in some water.

“The struggles for many of us artists out there, darling. Trying to get things perfect and symmetrical doesn't always go to plan.” 

“I applaud you, Jinnie. You make art look so easy.”

“It takes time and practice my love. I never used to be good.”

“Lies. You've always been good. I'm jealous.” You huff.

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hyunjin looks up at you.

“Of everything! Have you seen yourself baby! You're so pretty and handsome. You have amazing talents, like damn!” Hyunjin laughs, his hand automatically coming up to hide his smile as his cheek turns a pink colour.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate it, however, I think you're the prettiest person in the world.” You shuffle on the spot, looking down at your artwork as you flush a deep red 

“S-Shut up, jinnie.” Hyunjin laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders before getting back to work on his art piece. Silence falls upon you both. It's comfortable. Nothing feels forced or awkward. It's nice, calm and just what you both need.

“Ready to show?” Hyunjin puts his paintbrush down as you do the same. You hum softly, nodding. “On three. One, two, three!”

You both flip your canvases around. Your eyes widen, a feeling of shock and admiration rushing through your mind and body. His art is breathtaking, making you awe at his talents. He's captured you in a way that you've never been captured before, painting you in a feeling of softness and comfort. He's managed to get down every last detail. From the wispy bits of your hair to the textures of your face.

“Hyunjin.. i–” you struggle to find the words, tears starting to well in your eyes as you feel overwhelmed.

“Do you like it, darling?” 

“Like it? I love it! I look so calm and at peace.”

“That's how I see you darling. I love seeing you like this. You look and feel so free, no worries weighing you down. I adore this side of you darling, so I had to paint you like this.”

“Baby…” You smile lovingly at him, wiping away a fallen tear.

“You're so beautiful and special to me, darling.” Hyunjin puts his painting down, patting his lap. You place your own painting next to him, straddling his lap as he holds your waist gently.

“I love you, y/n. So so much.”

“H-Hyunjin…” You softly whisper, lips inches apart. His breath fans against them, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush onto his crotch.

“I'm going insane, y/n. You're driving me insane.” Hyunjin plants soft and delicate kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to the side, allowing more access for him. His sharp canines sink into your skin, occasionally scrapping them before sucking and kissing.

Your lips part, soft moans in the form of his name emit from your lips. His hands slide up your clothing, fingertips dancing delicately along the hot skin of your back. His lips kiss up and along your jawline before finding your own lips.

The kiss is slow yet passionate. Gripping onto his shoulders, you rock your hips back and forth on him, shaky moans being swallowed by your both. 

“I want you, I need you.” He whispers desperately against your lips, gently placing you flat on the wood floor and leaning over you all whilst keeping his lips attached to yours

“You have me, baby. I'm all yours for the taking.”

꒰ Jisung ꒱ ( continuation from this )

He couldn't bear the thought of you looking like that again. You looked so sad and alone.  You needed him, craved him and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt powerless and he hates that.

The business trip got extended by a few more days, much to Jisung and your frustration. He wouldn't be home for valentine's and that hurts the most for you both. You accepted it, saying that there's nothing that can be done about it, however, Jisung is stubborn. He refuses to accept it.

It's 11 pm, the day before valentine's, and you're getting ready for bed. Jisung messaged you saying that he couldn't video call you tonight, which sucks but it's something that cannot be helped. You do your usual bedtime routine before changing into a spaghetti strap vest and panties.

You grab your plushie, sliding into bed and holding the plushie close to your chest before trying to sleep. You have trouble sleeping when Jisung is away. His warmth and comfort isn't there to provide you a sense of safety.

You managed to fall asleep but half an hour later, you were woken by someone shaking you gently. A soft call of your name and that all too familiar scent clouded your mind.

“S-Sungie?!” You sleepily whisper, heart fluttering.

“It's me, darling. It's me, I'm home.” Jisung shuffles in bed behind you, pulling you flush to his chest. His warmth radiating onto you, his fingers stroking your stomach slowly. He nuzzles into the back of your neck, deeply inhaling that sweet scent he has missed so much.

“I thought–”

“I finished everything I had to do. I wanted to be with you y/n. I've missed you so dearly and the thought of spending valentine's without you hurts.” You shuffle around to face him, placing a hand on his soft cheek.

“You're so love sick, Sungie.” You giggle playfully. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm gently before taking your hand and placing it on his firm chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he stares into your eyes whilst guiding your hand down his chest and abs. You eventually reach his fully erect penis.

Your eyes widen slightly, Jisung taking his hand off yours gently.

“I'm sorry. As soon as I came through the front door, I was hit with nothing but your sweet scent. Then I came in here and it's so sweet. So sickly…”

“P-Pervert.” You mumble, slowly palming his cock. He lets out a throaty groan, nudging the tip of his nose against your neck, his soft, black hair tickling your face.

“Say it again.” 

“Pervert.” You mewl, squeezing his cock. His hips buck, body shaking. He tugs at your vest, pulling it up and over before diving in between your breasts. He squeezes them roughly, biting at the skin leaving teeth marks before biting and tugging at your nipple. You shimmy your hand down his boxer shorts to rub your thumb over his soaked tip.

“Missed you. Missed you so much. I'm going insane, y/n. Want to devour you.” 

“Then do so.” You whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. He groans softly before shimming down and under the duvet. He buries himself between your parted legs, pushing your panties to the side, too impatient to strip you off them.

He needs you and he needs you now 

“I've missed this.” You hear him say before his tongue laps at your clit. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, fingers finding his hair and tangling themselves in it.

“J-Ji…” You moan out, back arching softly off the bed. He sucks and nibbles on your clit, two fingers sliding up and down between your folds. He swaps his mouth and fingers, fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit as he laps at your entrance hungrily, collecting every single drop of your essence.

“So good. So delicious, missed this… missed you.” He purrs. He grabs your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. He spits on your cunt, smearing it around your core, folds and clit before eating you out hungrily. 

Spit and slick coats his face, the sounds of your breathy moans and whimpers paired with the harsh tugs on his roots making him feral.

“I never want to be away from you again, darling.”

꒰ Felix ꒱

It's your first valentine's with Felix. You two are a fresh couple, dating for only four months. You've never had a long term relationship before, nothing like what you're experiencing with Felix at least. 

Sure you've had partners but they don't tend to last very long for you. Felix, however, is different. He is soft, kind and patient with you. He knows you're inexperienced in all departments. You were worried and insecure about that; however, Felix reassures you that he doesn't mind, that he will help you and that you shouldn't feel pushed.

He told you that you two will go further when you feel ready to do so; and you do. You feel like now is the right time to further your relationship with Felix. You know it's going to be scary and a hell of a journey, but you trust Felix with your heart and soul.

You researched forums, watched many porn videos and even spoke to a few friends on what you should and shouldn't do. You mentally prepared yourself for the day, thinking, hoping you was; but nothing can prepare you for your first time.

“Still to this day, you are an unbelievably good cook.” Felix hums, placing down his knife and fork before wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you, lixie.” You blush, shuffling in your seat. You invited Felix over for a valentine's dinner. He arrived at your door with a bouquet of roses, chocolates, home baked brownies and two vouchers for a spa day for you both.

Being at home brought you a sense of comfort, thinking that initiating or mentioning sex would be easier if you were in your own comfort space.

You stand to take his plate, Felix shaking his head and standing up, taking yours and his.

“You go relax baby, I'll clean up.”

“Are you sure?” You asked however, he's quick, sleeves rolled up as he fills the sink with warm, soapy water.

“A million percent. Put on a film or show and I will join you real soon.” You nod, smiling softly before sitting on the sofa. You put on a series, trying to calm your racing mind. You feel ready, the question is, how do you approach it?

You were mentally prepared, the hours and weeks of research leading up to this moment. You even put on your best underwear in an attempt to feel the part. So busy consumed with your own thoughts and feelings, you didn't notice Felix walking towards you, wiping his hands on his t-shirt.

“Everything okay baby?” He asks, sitting beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You meekly nod, smiling before leaning into his side, head on his shoulder.

“Okay darling. You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Of course, lixie.” Felix hums before turning his attention to the TV. You, however, couldn't concentrate on the show. 

Hours went by painfully slowly. You're scared that time is running out for you. Felix is staying for the night so that's one thing you don't have to worry about but the nagging feeling, your head telling you to “Just do it” making you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath as you look up at Felix.

He looks down at you, smiling softly before his eyes widen at you. Your hand gently and shakily placed over his crotch, slowly palming him the best you can over his blue coloured jeans.

“W-Wait…” He grunts. You bite your lip, swallowing down the heavy feeling of nerves and insecurities. You palm harder, desperation kicking in when you realize that it's not working.

“Why…” You look down, then back at Felix. Tears well in your eyes slowly, heart thumping against your chest and feeling heavy. Felix softly sighs before holding your wrist.

“Baby. Look at me.” You look up at him, bottom lip quivering. Was it bad? Does he not like you like that? Does he not want it?

“F-Felix.” You choke out, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel embarrassed, ashamed. You're wondering why you did something like that. Was it all for nothing?

“Oh darling, don't cry.” Felix coos, wiping away your tears.

“D-Did you not like it?” You choke out.

“I did.”

“But–”

“However, you have to take it slow.”

“B-But i”

“Are you ready?” You nod slowly. “Look me in the eyes baby and tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this… I want you.”

“Are you sure? A million percent sure? Infinity perfect?” You giggle softly though your laughs as you nod. “Okay, my love.”

Your arms cover your naked breasts, Felix kneeling between your legs. Your hair fanned out against the bed sheets, the room dimly lit with fairy lights. Your clothing scattered across your bedroom, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

Felix has driven you to your second orgasm of the night, making sure you are well prepared for what's about to come. He kisses the inside of your thigh gently, his body slick with sweat. He decided to put his long, blonde hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from his face.

He rolls a condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before shuffling towards you.

“Are you sure?” He asks for the nth time.

“Infinity percent.” You whisper, cheeks pink.

“Remember your safe word?” You nod. “What is it?”

“Sunshine.” 

“Good girl.” Felix sweetly pecks your lips before lining himself up at your entrance. “This will hurt, baby. It'll sting and feel painful at first. I promise I will go slow but tell me if it's too much for you and I will stop right away, okay?” 

“O-Okay lixie.” Felix slowly pushes his length inside. You grip onto the sheets tightly, lip caught between your teeth. He's right, it hurts. You feel like you're being stretched, the sting running up and down your spine.

“F-Felix.” You squeak out, reaching out to him. He gently takes your hand in his, squeezing gently and rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“You're doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you.” He whispers, kissing your hand gently. He pushes a little under half of his length, deciding that going further would be too much for you.

He rubs soothing circles on your hips, inner thighs, hands; anywhere he can reach, he soothes. You pant softly, Felix staying still to allow you to adjust to his size.

It's overwhelming. You feel so full. Your body is tingling, your mind telling you that you want so much more than what he has given you.

“L-Lix…”

“Colour?” 

“G-Green.. Please, move.” Felix swallows, holding your waist gently before slowly moving. Pleasure courses through your veins from the small and limited movements, your pussy sensitive from never being used this way before.

It's suffocating, but it's good to the point it's addicting.

The pain subsides, pleasuring taking over. Felix slowly picks up the speed and intensity, watching your brows furrow together and lips part. Soft moans leave your lips frequently, making Felix feel more and more confident that you're getting into it.

“I'm so honoured and blessed that you feel comfortable and safe around me for me to take something so wonderful yet precious.”

꒰ Seungmin ꒱ 

1 am. The early morning of valentine's day. Your eyes flutter open. You let out a soft grumble, bringing a fist up to your eyes to rub away the sleep. Your mind is still heavy with sleep so you're not fully awake yet, however, you don't need to be fully awake to understand the sweet noises you're currently hearing.

Soft groans make your ears perk up. You look behind you, eyes widening at the sight you see. 

“S-Shit…” A breathy Seungmin groans softly. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheets have been pushed down to his thighs, his naked chest on display. Your eyes trail down his chest, breath hitching in your throat as you notice his boxer shorts pulled down to his thighs, fist around his leaking cock.

“M-Minnie…” You shakily whisper. Seungmin looks at you, a look of desperation evident on his face.

“Baby. You're awake.” He pants. “Did I wake you?” Even during his hour of need, he's still considerate of you.

“I– No.. nono! Minnie what are you–” You stammer. You can't tear your eyes away from his cock. He's rock hard, his tip red and seeping pre cum from his slit. His actions are desperate, hips bucking in his hand desperately.

“I'm sorry. I just woke up so horny. I couldn't–”

“Why didn't you wake me, Minnie?”

“You've been so tired lately.. You were sleeping soundly that I didn't want to wake you from your sleep.” A distinct pinch between his brows.

“How long?” You swallow. Waking up to your boyfriend jerking himself off isn't something you get to see everyday. It's natural for you to feel needy for him. Tingles of pleasure shoot down between your thighs, making you ache. 

“Half an hour…” A hint of annoyance laced in his words. He's struggling and you can tell by how desperate he sounds and looks.

“Do you need help?” 

“Yes.” 

“Tell me Minnie. What do you want?”

“Y-Your thighs…” He swallows, his outstretched neck making his adams apple visible. You watch it bob with his swallow, your cheeks flushing pink 

“My thighs?” 

“Yes. I want your thighs. Your soft, perfect thighs.”

“D-Do you like my thighs?” 

“I adore them. I love watching and feeling them shake when I hold onto them. When you wrap your legs around my head and buck your pussy against my face, I love it y/n. I love how soft they are, the perfect pillows to rest my head on.”

“M-Minnie!” You squeak. Seungmin turns on his side. He presses his chest flush against your back, his hard penis flush against your ass. He lightly trails his fingertips up your thighs, snaking his hand between your legs.

He gently pries open your legs, your foot planted on the mattress firmly, leg bent at the knees. His feather-like touch continues onto your inner thigh. You let out a small, meek squeak, soft tickles giving you goosebumps.

“I love marking your skin.” He purrs down your ear. ”Especially your inner thighs. No one can see but us and I like that. That sense of ownership and power.”  

“I didn't know that you love my thighs so much, minnie.” 

“Your thighs are a gateway to something much more tasteful. Something that I crave day in, day out.” You swallow feeling his fingertips lightly brush up and down your pussy through your cotton panties.

“This is what I love the most. Your cute, pretty pussy. How responsive it is to me, it's like it knows.” He presses his finger against your clit before stroking slow circles. You whimper softly, looking up at Seungmin.

He's hungry for you, it's evident in the way he looks at you.

“M-Minnie…” You softly moan. Your panties start to stick to your skin, pleasure slowly taking over your mind and body.

“You sound so beautiful for me.” He nudges your neck with his nose before softly kissing the skin. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, fingertips coming back into contact with your swollen bud.

He strokes between your folds, humming in satisfaction when he feels your slick coating them nicely. He uses your slick as a form of lube to rub your clit. 

The added texture of your slick adds to the pleasure. Your hips buck, nerve endings feeling alive and on fire. Seungmin's body heat radiates onto you making you feel like you're suffocating and drowning.

“My pretty girl.” Seungmin purrs against your neck, pushing your panties down your legs. The cool air makes you shiver as it hits your sensitive pussy.

“M-Minnie… more, please.” You whisper.

“Soon baby, just, let me use your thighs first.” He gently pushes down your leg so it's on top of the other. He holds your waist gently, lining his cock between the two. He pushes his cock between your thighs, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Warm.” He shakily breathes out, pushing and pulling his hips back. His cock rubs between your thighs as well as briefly rubbing between your folds. Your slick transfers onto his length, making it easier for him to thrust.

“Shit, you're so soft.. so warm..” Seungmin peppers soft kisses along the back of your neck, his body shaking.

“M-Minnie, I–”

“So cute, so soft – fuck. I love you, y/n.” His hand travels up your night shirt to cup your breast. He massages it, occasionally playing with your nipple.

“I love you too, Minnie.” With each push, his cock nudges and rubs your clit adding to the pleasure. 

“This is what I needed – my god.. I feel so close already. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to carry on much longer.”

“It's okay, Minnie. Let yourself go.” You purr.

“Just a bit longer. Want to feel your thighs some more. I love your body, y/n. I love your body so much.”

“Minnie, hush. There's nothing to love about it.” The pink tint on your cheeks slowly turns red.

“Are you kidding me? Your body is everything. It's spectacular, it's beautiful. Your body scars, curves, your texture makes you real and I fucking love it.”

“S-Shut up.” You blush, nuzzling into your pillow to hide your face. Seungmin laughs softly, his sharp canines sinking into the skin of your neck gently.

“Y/n..” You let out a muffled moan, Seungmin's cock twitching uncontrollably between your thighs. “I might..” 

You smirk, reaching down and rubbing his cockhead. He lets out a loud, throaty moan. He digs his fingers into your waist, teeth sinking deeper into your skin, threatening to pierce it.

“F-Fu– Don't stop, oh gosh.. please don't stop!” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the burning knot in the pit of his stomach threatening to snap at any minute.

“Cum. Cum, I'm going to cum – fuck!” He bites onto your shoulder harshly, piercing the skin. His body jerks as cum shoots out onto the bed sheets and your thighs. You let out a soft whimper, feeling the warm body fluid trickle down your legs. 

Seungmin pants heavily, cock and muscles twitching and seizing with each release. He tenderly kisses your bite mark, apologizing sheepishly as his thrusts turn slow and languid, using your thighs to ride out his high.

“Sorry darling, I didn't me–” He's stopped dead in his tracks, breath hitching in his throat as his heart stops. You're looking at him with doe eyes, tears threatening to spill as a hazy look accompanied by a soft pink blush rests on your face.

“S-Seungmin.” You whimper desperately. “N-Need.. Need you. I need you so bad.”

Seungmin pushes his sweaty bangs away from his face before kneeling up and between your legs. He pushes the duvet away from you, allowing him to see you in all your glory. 

He licks his lips, eyes traveling down your hot body to your pussy. Slick coating your inner thighs, folds soaked and clit swollen. Your entrance is visibly clenching.

Seungmin glances at the clock. 3 am. The corner of his lips turn upwards into a smirk before diving between your legs.

“Happy Valentine's day to me.”

꒰ Jeongin ꒱

Jeongin really wanted ice cream. He's been craving and eating a lot of ice cream lately for some unknown reason, but it keeps him happy.

Sitting with a tub between his legs, idly bringing the spoon to his lips and licking the ice cream off the spoon as he watches his kdrama, you couldn't help but stare. It's late in the evening on valentine's day, the living area is still decorated with helium filled balloons, fake rose petals and confetti.

Cheesy valentine's cards resting on the coffee table, heart shaped box of chocolates, candles and roses to accommodate. You're both tired from the eventful day of shopping and spending money, so you both decided on having a quiet night in.

Jeongin is happily eating his strawberry flavored ice cream, occasionally laughing at his series as well as letting out the occasional sound of displeasure. You, however, struggled to maintain focus; it's hard when all you can see from the corner of your eye is Jeongin's tongue darting out and scooping up the ice cream from his spoon.

“If you keep staring at me, you're going to burn holes.” Jeongin teases. You quickly look away, blushing softly.

“Sorry.” You mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Don't be. What are you staring at me so much anyways?”

“I wasn't!” You're quick to answer, Jeongin laughing softly. 

“Mhm. So you weren't just watching me eat ice cream? Didn't know you were so into mukbangs.”  

“I-I'm not!” You whine, feeling flustered. Jeongin raises his eyebrow.

“No?” You watch him scoop up more ice cream on his spoon and slowly licking it off. It had already started to melt so some of it dripped down his chin.

“Ops.” He says nonchalantly, scooping it up with his finger and licking it clean. You clench your jaw, shuffling in your seat. Your mind is racing with thoughts, making you feel unsettled and excited.

He places his ice cream down. “Should we try something? Something fun. Something I think you will love.”

A glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You cock your head to the side, nodding slowly. Whatever it is, you know it doesn't hold good intentions. He's a menace to your heart. You watch him walk to the freezer, grabbing the ice cube tray before walking back to you.

“Strip.”

“Innie..” You start off by saying. You stop yourself once you see him giving you that look. You whimper softly, stripping yourself off your clothing so you're just in your panties. Jeongin hums in satisfaction, popping out an ice cube and putting it in his mouth. He rolls it around his tongue, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.

He sits back down, pressing his lips against yours as soon as the ice has melted. You whimper, feeling his tongue instantly push past your lips. You shiver, the feeling of his ice cold tongue against your warm tongue making you shiver and feel things you haven't felt before.

Pleasure, need and desperate courses through your veins. You grip onto Jeongin for stability, feeling your head become hazy from the kiss. The lack of oxygen becomes apparent. You failed to notice Jeongin popping out another ice cube; it wasn't until you felt an ice cold feeling on your breasts did you pull away and squeal.

“C-Cold!” Jeongin simply hums. He trails the ice cube down the valley of your breasts and back up, sliding it around your nipple. You watch him, a trail of water being left behind from the ice cube melting too fast from the heat of your body. Water drips down the curve of your breast, falling onto your lap.

You shiver, nipples becoming perky in an instant. Jeongin licks his lips, enjoying the sight that rests upon his eyes. He continues the torture with the cube, letting it glide over and over your sensitive nipple.

Water droplets travel between your breast and stomach, dipping at your belly button before stopping just above the waistband of your panties. Whilst Jeongin uses the cube to tease your nipple, he dips his head low to capture the neglected one between his teeth.

He gently nibbles on it, tugging it gently before kitten licking it. He suckles on the bud, laying his tongue flat to lick long strips. You tangle your fingers in his hair, letting out soft moans in the form of his name. 

He gently grabs your thighs, pulling you down on the sofa so your back is against the arm rest. Your legs spread wide apart which allows Jeongin to see your growing wet patch in your cotton panties.

Keeping his eyes locked onto your, he presses his finger against the wet material which makes your hips buck.

“Warm and wet. Shall we change that?” He hums. He pulls down your panties, discarding them onto the floor. Grabbing a cube, he trails it across your lower stomach and pubic area. The ice cube melts instantly, water dripping down your folds.

“I-Innie….” You shakily moan out, feeling overwhelmed by the experience. With a new ice cube, he teasingly rubs it over your clit. You buck your hips, groaning softly as it instantly melts. The water trickles down your pussy mixing with your slick.

“I-I can't… Please Innie..” You whimper, eyes glossy. Your bottom lip is swollen and kiss bitten. Your body is shivering and hot. The stark contrast of hot and cold is a new feeling for you, especially in the context that it's being used in as of now.

“Please what?” He hums.

“Please stop teasing me.” You beg. He hums softly, thinking for a second and shrugging.

“Okay. I guess it is Valentine's Day so you do deserve some loving.” He buries himself between your legs but not before suckling on a few ice cubes.

Your eyes widen and hips instantly buck against his face. His cold tongue lays flat on your sensitive clit, short and fast licks sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

Your toes curl against the material of the sofa, hands shakily reaching down to tangle in his hair. You moan his name like a mantra, his cold mouth working its magic on your pussy.

He licks at your entrance like a starved man, moaning at your taste and scent. He pushes you flush against his face, wanting to be buried in your cunt more. His eyes flicker up at you, smirking when he sees your fucked out face.

“I hope you're prepared for a long night, baby. We still have another tray full of ice cubes.”

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No One But Me

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*chapter warnings* - possessive Joel, manipulative Joel, gaslighting, piv sex, oral

The group had radioed that they estimated they would be arriving back within two days. The day before their estimated return, you and Ellie had gathered in your kitchen to bake a welcome home cake for Joel. You were patient and encouraging as you taught Ellie the method of baking a simple honey cake, standing next to her and instructing her on creaming the butter and sugar, beating the eggs, and how to properly fold the flour.

Ellie proved to be a good student; she listened to you carefully and took her time measuring each ingredient and completing each step slowly. She was eager to learn and filled with fascination for the art of baking. When she insisted on staying in the kitchen to watch the cake rise in the oven, you laughed.

The smell of sugar and caramelised honey filled your cottage. At the end of the afternoon, together you had created a round golden brown honey cake topped with a thin layer of icing. With painstaking dedication Ellie had selected some pretty little flowers from your garden and arranged them in a circle ontop of the icing.  You both stood side by side in your small kitchen and admired the finished product.

"Thanks," Ellie said. "For teaching me this stuff."

"You're welcome. I'm sure he will love it. And now you know how to bake, you can do it yourself."

Ellie scoffed. "Nuh-huh, that's your department."

"I thought you liked baking," you elbowed her playfully.

"I do," Ellie confessed. "But I like the eating part more."

You shook your head and laughed. She grinned and tilted her head to rest on your shoulder in a rare gesture of affection.

"But really, thanks alot," she sighed. "I need to learn this stuff for when I move out."

You frowned and pulled away from her to search her face for any sign of jest. There was none but a contented little grin on her young face.

"What do you mean, move out?"

"I gotta be an adult and grow up sometime, right?" Ellie said with a little shrug. "Me and some of my friends wanna get our own place, and I'm not at home that much anymore anyway."

"Oh, Ellie," you breathed out quietly, your eyebrows pinched in worry. "Are you sure? Joel's going to be so sad without you."

You carefully reached out and swiped a finger over the dusting of flour that had gotten on her cheek during your baking session. She smirked and tilted her head to the side.

"He'll be fine. He has you now."

Your mouth dropped open in shock but you quickly composed yourself. "W-what? What do you mean, 'has has me'?"

Ellie rolled her eyes. "As if I didn't know you two were making out on the couch whenever I snuck out of the house."

You clamped your mouth shut in a tight line, cheeks heating up in embarrassment. Ellie cackled and threw her arm around your neck affectionately.

"Relax! I'm happy for you guys. Maybe Joel won't be such a grumpy asshole if you guys have a little privacy."

"Uhm," you stammered, "I, uh, we are just friends right now. I don't know what....I'm not sure what Joel wants. Please don't say anything to anyone about that....idea...right now. Okay?"

You loved Joel and wanted to be with him, but Ellie was always a point of concern. You and Joel had never wanted to involve her in your relationship, didn't want to burden her in any way lest she get hurt. You had been so careful to keep those clandestine night meetings secret but it wasn't realistic to assume Ellie could be too naive to know what was going on, atleast not for so long.

But what would Joel think? Would he be more receptive to being in a real relationship with you now? Even though he had fucked you and told you he was coming back for you, everything was still so undefined. You also had no idea what Joel was comfortable with Ellie knowing. It was safer and easier to let Joel deal with it.

"Yes, sir," Ellie saluted you teasingly. When you didn't laugh and instead shot her a warning glare, she held up her hands in surrender. "Alright, okay, jeez. I won't say a word."

"Thank you."

"On one condition," Ellie grinned mischievously.  "You don't do that gross shit when I'm around, like, atleast wait til I'm out of the house, 'kay?"

You groaned and threw a hand towel at her. "I got it, Ellie. Now be quiet and help me clean up this mess."

*****

The next day you were working with Oscar in the library when word spread that the men were close to Jackson. A small herd of children had burst into the library cheering and dancing around as they announced the news.

You and Oscar had laughed at their fanfare and watched the boisterous children with amusement. When they ran out of the library and back out into the street your laughter died down, leaving a long silence between you. It was neither uncommon nor uncomfortable. However, today Oscar broke the silence with a question that shocked you.

"Is there someone special to you on the patrol team?" He asked softly.

Your head snapped up from the books you had on the counter infront of you. Oscar was leaning with an elbow propped against the counter beside you, his head cocked to the side slightly, his hooded brown eyes searching over your face. His brows were creased ever so slightly into a frown and the tip of his tongue swiped over his bottom lip. You knew that this was the expression Oscar assumed whenever he was concentrating on something, usually when someone else was speaking. He wasn't scrutinising or teasing you; there was no sign of taunting, just an inquisitive softness in his features and voice. And even though the question could be considered ambiguous, even though it could only be a reference to friendship, you were unsure how to perceive it.

Embarrassed, you realised he had seen your reaction to the news, that the relief and joy you felt must have been evident on your face. You cleared your throat and shook your head.

"Oh," you mumble awkwardly, looking back down at the books. "Not really. I'm just, you know...happy that they are coming back safe. It's good for the community."

Oscar observed you quietly for a moment, then nodded. "Yes, it is good." He conceded.

"So, how's the stables going?" You asked him, hoping it wasn't obvious that you were wanting to change the subject.

"It's okay," he sighed. "Pretty busy restocking the feed, grooming the horses, cleaning the stables. Try not get kicked by Roscoe."

You smiled at his joke. You knew Roscoe was one of the more temperamental horses in the stables and could be unpredictable in mood. Over the past few weeks Oscar had regaled you with anecdotes about Roscoe that made you cackle with laughter - such as the time Roscoe had unknowingly escaped from the paddock and Oscar had found him eating carrots in the vegetable garden. You still giggle to yourself  whenever you eat carrots, remembering the tale.

You relished the way Oscar told stories, how he was able to recreate the entertaining scenarios he had witnessed through his use of words and comical gestures. You found his voice soothing and calming, and sometimes you felt as though you could fall asleep listening to him speak.

"How's your ankle doing?"

"All better, back to normal." Oscar pushed his spectacles up the bridge of his nose. "When the guys return from this mission I'll be going back on duty."

"Oh," you whispered. "I almost forgot you were a patrolman."

Oscar chuckled. "Yeah, it's a been a while since I was on shift. But these guys who went out there - they are heroes. They'll need a break after what they went through."

When silence fell upon you both once again, you found your gaze wandering back to Oscar. His attention was focused on a scrap of paper - a list of supplies he was writing. You secretly studied his profile - the prominence of his nose, the thickness of his unruly hair, the structure of his face that was somehow a perfect balance of masculinity and elegance. You knew Oscar was beautiful but in that very moment you were able to really look at him and appreciate just how alluring he was. You wondered what Oscar looked like without his facial hair - you liked it on him but you guessed he was probably even more attractive without it.

He was older than you and had no partner, no family.

Why is he still single?

"Oscar." You murmured. You found the delicate, almost sensual lilt of your own voice surprising,

"Hmm?" Oscar looked up to meet your gaze. His eyebrows were raised slightly, curious.

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

Oscar's eyes momentarily widened in surprise at the question. He then gave you a small smile, one that did not reach his eyes. It was one born of fortitude, a pretense that was hiding something sad buried deep within the vessel of his ribcage where his heart sat. You knew that kind of smile all too well.

"I guess it is difficult to find someone you connect with on an intimate kind of level," he admits quietly. "I'm not sure if I would be so lucky to have that in my lifetime, after the outbreak."

You opened your mouth to speak but found no words to formulate a response. You could never imagine the heartbreak of losing a spouse, but you were sure that it was a similar kind of pain to the one of losing your mother and father. Your parents - the mere thought of them squeezed your heart so tightly that it felt like it would burst. You swallowed the lump that had formed in your throat.

"Oh," was all you could manage lamely.

Another short silence before Oscar spoke.

"And you?" He questioned gently.

You couldn't meet his eyes. The moment was too intense, too intimate. You couldn't speak the truth even if you wanted to. How could you articulate just how lonely your heart had been for so many years, how you fell for a man so much older than you, someone who wanted to dominate your life without giving you what you needed and yearned for the most? You couldn't even admit it to your closest girlfriends. Admitting the reality of your private life to Oscar seemed absurd, impossible.

"Me too, I guess," was all you could mumble in reply.

"I figured you'd have plenty of people around here to choose from," Oscar murmured.

"Why would you figure that?" You laughed half heartedly, both bemused and feeling awkward.

"Come on," Oscar chides you lightheartedly.  "You're beautiful - gorgeous, even. And you're well read, you're kind, you actually care about everyone else around you. You're a dream."

You know you're blushing wildly at his words. No one has ever complimented you or praised you so openly or directly before, not even Joel. You could feel a glowing kind of warmth flow and course throughout your tummy all the way up to your chest.

You were quiet as your brain processed his accolades, but Oscar must have mistake your silence for discomfort, and it was then his turn to be bashful.

"Shit. I'm sorry," Oscar babbled. "I hope that wasn't too much, like I hope I didn't make make you feel uncomfortable. I was just, you know, just--"

"It's okay," you whisper, a hint of a smile playing on your lips. You found his self consciousness endearing. In an uncharacteristic and bold move, you touched his forearm and gave it a small reassuring squeeze. "It's fine Oscar, really. Thank you."

The rest of the afternoon passed by uneventfully with you and Oscar focusing on the tasks you needed to complete. The words of his praise echoed in your head throughout your shift. That swirl of elation continued to swim inside your belly and distract you from finishing your work quicker. Why did his compliments have such an effect on you? You couldn't really understand why, but all you knew was that it felt good.

******

After locking up the library and venturing home, Oscar couldn't stop thinking about you and what he said about you being a dream. He sounded like a loser. He felt like a loser. Like a kid with a school yard crush.

And that was the problem. Over the past few weeks of working with you and getting to know you better, he had developed something of a crush on you. Well, to be honest, he had felt something for you since the first day he met you, when he first saw your smile and heard your voice. It was something tiny and fragile flickering like a candle flame. And over time it had developed and strengthened into something more solid.

Oscar had tried to extinguish it quickly though. He told himself there wasn't even a remote chance that you could ever feel the same and so there was no use daydreaming about it. No use in imagining you wrapped in his arms on a cold rainy day, or snuggled up in bed next to him as you both read books.

Even if you would never be his, Oscar wanted you to be happy. He knew you hid something underneath that cute smile of yours, something dark and sorrowful that you couldn't let escape. He recognised it but never pushed to know more. Managing his own trauma throughout the years had taught him to always treat others with respect and compassion, and to grant others patience and privacy. If you were ever ready to talk about your feelings, he would be there for you.

You had ignited a desire inside him to nurture and protect you. And so it was with great satisfaction that Oscar had noticed subtle changes in you since you first started working together. He noticed the light shone on your face more often, how the laughter he provoked from you actually reached your eyes. Your appetite slowly increased and you were actually eating more and with more gusto. It was as if you had been denying yourself comfort and gratification for so long, and now you were finally allowing yourself some kind of joy. And it was being reflected in the way you giggled unabashedly, how you threw sarcastic quips at him, how you initiated conversation so easily now, as if you two had known each other for years.

When you touched his arm, had established that first point of physical contact, Oscar felt like he was floating. He had wanted to brush the strands of hair from your face and kiss your soft lips. He wanted to gather you in his arms and--

No. No. He shouldn't be thinking about it. He couldn't think about it.

Oscar knew it was best that he resign himself to just being a good friend and a good work colleague. Because you deserved to be cared for and respected and loved. And fuck, whoever you ended up falling in love with would be the luckiest bastard in this world, even if you would never believe so.

******

It was just after nightfall when the patrol team came trotting through the huge gates of Jackson on their horses. They had been gone for almost four and a half weeks. A month of tracking, stalking and hunting the band of raiders that had been spotted near Jackson. The mission had culminated in several skirmishes between the groups until eventually the raiders were all wounded and killed. All of the patrolmen returned to Jackson safely with only a few injuries between them. The worst of the injuries was endured by Tommy, who had been struck with a bullet in his upper left arm. The group had tended to the wound as best as they could, creating makeshift bandages and changing the dressing every few days.

You had just finished eating dinner with Kate, Rhi and Jess when you heard faint cheers and whistles float through the mess hall doors. A crowd of townsfolk had congregated around the guarded gates of Jackson to welcome the band of fatigued heroes back home.

Not one to miss out of any kind of excitement, Rhi proposed you all go and see the event unfold. Jess and Kate were quick to agree to the idea, but truthfully you didn't share their enthusiasm. An inexplicable feeling of overwhelm and nervousness had suddenly overtaken you.

Yes, you missed Joel and wanted him back. But now that time had come, the thought of seeing Joel after this long made you jittery and on edge. What the fuck is wrong with you?

You let your friends pull you away from the dining table, through the mess hall doors and out into the cool night. Their exuberant voices trilled around you as you all sashayed through the streets towards the Jackson gates. You wrapped your arms around your waist as you walked, regretting the decision not to wear a jacket this evening. The chilly bite of the breeze signified the impending arrival of snowfall, and along with it the association of Christmas, warm fires and hot chocolate.

The atmosphere surrounding the large throng of townspeople was buzzing with energy. Rhi, Jess and Kate were soaking it all in and chatting with eager animation while you surveyed everyone around you. You all agreed to stay a short distance from the edge of the crowd as you were able to see what was happening without being too entrenched in the chaos of the event.

"There, they are there!" Jess squealed. She pointed to the middle of the crowd where a semi circle had been formed around the group of patrolmen.

Standing on your tiptoes you were able to see glimpses of emotional scenes of the return; Tommy and Maria in a tight embrace, Troy's wife and children clutching onto his shirt as he hugged them all, the town doctor examining an injury to one of the men's temple.

But were was Joel?

Your eyes darted around the area in search of him.

Where are you, Joel?

You were started to panic, different possibilities running through your mind in a distressed blur.

What if he had an accident? Was he wounded? Did he get left behind? What if an infected got him?

And then your eyes finally landed on him, his head of dishevelled salt and pepper hair identifying him from the rest of the men. You couldn't see his face clearly but it was him.

He was standing by his horse. Ellie was hugging him with her face pressed into his middle. His arms were around her. Thank God, it was him.

You exhaled a silent breath of relief.

He was home and safe.

******

The next day was torturous. You were thankful that you had a teaching shift at the school, otherwise you would've probably spent your whole day pacing your home or cleaning obsessively, doing anything to occupy your mind as you waited.

You had finished up teaching your class and returned straight home to clean. Once your cottage had been sufficiently tidied, swept and scrubbed, you showered and washed your hair with a sweet green apple scented shampoo, a luxury item sold at one of the boutiques in town that you allowed yourself to indulge in.

You hadn't even realised that you had not eaten lunch. You ended up forgoing dinner at the mess hall aswell, staying home instead to absentmindedly chew an apple and drink a cup of tea.

You sat on the couch with a book that night, unable to properly focus on the words infront of you and rereading the same lines, when the knock came. You jolted up from the couch and sprang to the front door. When you opened it the light of your living room lamp projected a strip of illumination onto the dark of your porch.

It was him.

Joel was standing at your door, leaning forward with a forearm up against your doorframe. The thumb of his other hand was hooked through the belt loop of his jeans. His stance exuded a thrilling mix of self assurance and bold masculinity that made you feel slightly dazed. His proximity, coupled with his height and posture, felt so imposing; however it was mostly because of his eyes that you felt so caught off guard.

Those large dark brown eyes, like puppy dog eyes, staring down at you intently, something akin to worry reflected in his orbs. Although you had expected his visit eventually, you were unprepared for just how delicious Joel looked.

Appearing as handsome as ever, infront of you once again after so many weeks apart, a fantasy materialised into reality. He looked well rested after having finally slept in a comfortable bed. He was freshly showered and wearing a clean pair of jeans and a green flannel shirt. His hair was combed and slicked back in that way you found so fucking sexy.

"Hi, baby," he murmured, the timber of his Texan drawl causing your inner thighs to clench together.

You realised you had been holding your breath.

"Hi, Joel," you whispered back with a breathy exhale. Your heart was galloping in your chest. You were so intimidated by his towering figure that you were frozen in place, your eyes mesmerised by him.

"Gonna let me in, sugar?" Joel smirked.

You nodded wordlessly and stepped to the side so he could enter into your cottage. You quickly closed the door and fumbled to lock it, the anxiety coursing throughout your body making you feel clumsy and foolish. You followed him into your living room and clasped your hands behind your back to hide their slight shaking.

Joel stood in the middle of your living room and watched you stop just a few feet away from him. He scanned over your body brazenly, drinking in the sight of you in your oversized sweater and short pyjama bottoms, his fists curling and uncurling as they hung a the sides of his body.

"W-welcome home," you managed to say, your voice breathless.

Joel acknowledged your greeting with a curt nod. His eyes flickered from your bare legs up to your face. It was as if you were on display for him, like a dish being served to a starving man, and if you had to be honest to yourself, it made you feel both uneasy and aroused.

"Did-did you see what Ellie and I made for you?" You asked hopefully, desperate to fill the silence that stifled the room. "The cake?"

"I did."

You waited for him to say something more but he didn't. He was still gazing at you with his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw ticking, as if he were deep in contemplation. His eyes betrayed none of what he was thinking.

The air in the room was thick and you felt more and more self conscious as the silence dragged on. After what seemed like forever, you were about to open your mouth and speak when Joel cut you off.

"Told you I'd come back for ya," he stated matter of factly.

"Yes, you did," you agreed in a small whisper.

"Ellie knows about us," Joel stated abruptly. "Said she wants us to be together."

"Oh," you said quietly. And then, a little more louder, "and what did you say back?'

"I told her when the timin's right, we are gonna be a family." Joel answered you, his expression and tone serious and calm.

Your brain took a second to register his words, the significance of what he said not quite sinking in. Your mouth fell open, speechless.

Did Joel really just say you'd all be a family? Was he actually admitting that he wanted you? When you had confessed wanting a relationship with Joel on the night of the town dance, he had rejected you, hadn't he? Your mind had replayed Joel's cruel words so many times since then. Surely you weren't mistaken ?

All you could do was shake your head in confusion. Joel's eyes narrowed at you, a glint of darkness briefly flashing in his brown eyes.

"What you shakin' your head for, little girl?" Joel murmured, his voice calm but punctuated with a hint of irritated displeasure.

"Going to be a family, Joel? But, it's just, you said..."

The pain in your voice was evident as tears of shame welled along the rim of your eyes. You took a deep breath and exhaled, gathering the courage to repeat the hurtful words he had spoken to you.

"You said we weren't anything more than...just sex." You mumbled pathetically. "I thought you didn't want me."

"Now darlin', that ain't what I said," Joel corrected you firmly but not unkindly, as if you were a child he was trying to teach something to. "You're mine. Told you so many times. What makes you think I'd ever let you go, let someone else have ya?"

You stared at him in puzzlement. "But Joel, you said you didn't want me--"

He held up his hand to signal you to stop talking. "You misunderstood me. Didn't say nothin' about not wantin' you. You didn't let me finish."

"Oh," you mumble meekly. You brushed away your spilled tears with a flick of your fingertips. You felt ridiculous.

"I want you, babydoll." Joel continued resolutely. "Want all of you."

The admission that you had been yearning for for so long made your stomach flip. It felt so good to hear him say those words, to know he wanted you, to feel wanted. You bit back a smile of relieved elation and willed yourself not to interrupt him again, forcing yourself to stay silent to wait for him to finish explaining.

"But I don't like everybody in town knowin' my business. Just cause I live here don't mean I trust anyone. I didn't survive this far in this godforsaken world because I trust people."

Okay, you could understand his point. Joel had alot more life experience than you, and certainly more experience with surviving the horrors of the apocalypse in the wild. It made sense that he didn't readily trust other people, that he wouldn't want to share his personal life with anyone.

"You understand what I'm sayin'?" Joel asked sternly, narrowing his eyes at you.

You nodded quickly in confirmation. "Yes, Joel."

"Good. I've come to learn that some folk don't like seein' others happy."

You had never seen Joel speak this earnestly before, his voice quiet and soft. His beautiful brown eyes were focused on yours almost hypnotically. It was completely beguiling.

"They see somethin' they don't have and so they wanna spoil it. Seen people do bad things to destroy another's happiness."

"That's horrible," you utter.

"Mmhm," Joel nods in agreement. "And I don't want that to happen to you and me. Don't want noone tryin' to interfere with what we got, and the less people know our business, the better."

You agree. Ofcourse you wanted to be happy with Joel. Ofcourse you didn't want someone else to ruin the special relationship you two had.

Joel approached you with deliberate steps, his boots heavy on the creaky wooden floor of your living room, his eyes still glued to yours. Your skin was prickling with goosebumps in anticipation of being close to him after so long, to finally feel his touch that you had been craving for the last month. You bit your bottom lip and watched him cross the space towards you, the dim lamp light casting dancing shadows along his face that somehow just accentuated his handsome features.

"You wanna be with me then you gotta listen to what I say," he continued. "I wanna protect you, and not just from infected and raiders. Gotta keep you safe from people with bad intentions, too. But you gotta be a good girl."

His words, spoken in that smooth Texan drawl, made your pussy tingle. Joel stood close to you now, so close you could smell his usual sandalwood scent mixed with soap on his skin. You stared at him with doe eyes, completely entranced by him. He took your chin inbetween his thumb and forefinger and leaned down to press a tender kiss onto your lips. Your knees felt weak and your body instantly melted against his chest.

He pulled back just enough so that his lips hovered over yours. "There's gotta be rules, baby. My rules. You wanna be my good girl?"

You nodded eagerly. "Yes, daddy, I do."

Joel snaked his arm around your waist and splayed his hand over your back to press you firmly against his torso. He leaned back in to kiss you once more. Your arms stretched up to wrap around his neck as you let his tongue lick over your bottom lip and slip into your mouth to meet your own tongue.

Joel's large palm cupped your cheek and his breath intermingled with yours. Your tongues rolled together with increasingly passionate strokes. You were quickly becoming consumed by his familiar smell and taste, as if his presence had awakened a primal need in you that had been starved for far too long. Joel must have felt the same because you could feel his hard cock straining under his jeans and press into your belly. 

Joel eventually broke away from the kiss to growl breathlessly, "fuck, I missed your sweet lips, babygirl."

You exhaled a small noise of satisfaction, something between a giggle and a hum. Joel's hand shifted down you back and groped your ass. His thumb stroked your jaw and he nuzzled his nose against the corner of your mouth. 

"Me too, Joel," you said softly.

Joel's lips shifted down to press gentle kisses along your jawline, slowly trailing down to your neck. His moustache tickled lightly against your skin and made you giggle. You ran your fingers through the crown of his curls and hummed with contented pleasure.

"I missed this," you sighed. "I missed you, Joel."

Joel licked at your pulse point before softly biting the skin there, eliciting a moan from you.

"Me too, sugar," he whispered into the crook of your neck. "All I thought about when I was away."

"Really?" You whispered back breathlessly.

"Bet your sweet little ass," Joel rasped.

His hand on your ass squeezed and massaged your flesh hungrily. He wedged his thigh inbetween your legs as he sucked on the sensitive skin of your neck, and the friction of material against your clit was making you wet with arousal. You moaned and tilted your head to the side, your body becoming pliant and relaxed as the pleasurable sensations overtook you.

Joel's mouth detached from your neck to growl into the shell of your ear. "Couldn't stop thinkin' about that sweet little cunt and how wet she gets for me, how good she looks wrapped around my cock."

His words inflame a feral desire for him to be inside you, making your pussy clench around nothing and your hips rock against his instinctively. His hand moves down from your face and gropes your breast through your sweatshirt.

"Joel," you moan and tug lightly at his hair. "Want it so bad."

"Yeah?" Joel murmurs in your ear, the timbre of his deep voice causing shivers to run up and down your back. "You want my cock, babydoll? Want me to fuck you?"

"Mm-hmm," you hum.

Joel straightens up to look at your face. He smacks your ass hard suddenly, the sting of his palm landing with a loud crack. The impact forces a squeal from your lips and makes you squirm.

"Ow, fuck, Joel!" you whine.

"You know to use your words when you're speakin' with me," he warns sternly. "You gotta tell me what you want, darlin', and I'll give it to ya."

You whimper and nod. "Yes sir."

"Now," he says, more gently, his breath fanning against your face. "What do you want?"

"Want you to fuck me." You purr, smoothing your hands over his flannel shirt, desperate to feel the bare skin of his broad chest. "Please, daddy."

Joel hums in approval and licks at the corner of your mouth. "Take off your shorts and get on the couch. Now."

He releases his hold on your breast and your ass and you pout at the loss of contact. He tips his head toward the couch to signal for you to move. You obey, feeling stupefied by Joel's touch already as you totter the few paces to the couch. You hook your fingers on the band of your sleep shorts and look at him coyly as you slowly push them down your thighs. Joel stands in the centre of the living room and watches you with a wolfish stare. The cast of his shadow on the wall behind him is huge and tall.

"Show me that pretty pussy, show me how fuckin' wet she is for me already," he drawls. One of his hands move to loosely hold his hard cock through the crotch of his jeans.

Your eyes lock on Joel's as you let your sleep shorts fall to the ground, revealing your nakedness underneath, leaving you just in your sweater. You sit down on the couch so that you ass is on the edge of the seat and then spread your legs wide. You tug up the bottom of your sweater so that your pussy is exposed. Joel's eyes travel down to the middle of your parted thighs and lets out a low groan.

"Fuck," he growls. "Open her up, baby, I wanna see everything."

You bring your hands to your pussy and spread your lips, the tips of your fingers catching some of your slick. Your lower half is completely exposed and on display for Joel. He watches you intently, his eyes hooded and dark with lust, his large hand flexing to grip the thick outline of his dick.

"That's it, darlin'," Joel murmurs, "can see how desperate you are for this fuckin' cock. She's soakin' wet already."

Joel steps towards you and crouches down to kneel before you on the hardwood floor, his knees cracking under his weight. He positions himself inbetween your legs and brings his hands to rest on your inner thighs, holding them open so that his face is in line with your bare pussy. Joel's tongue swipes over his plush bottom lip.

"Gotta taste this sweet little pussy first, babydoll."

Joel leans in and places a wet open kiss onto your clit, his tongue warm against your sensitive flesh. A shiver of pleasure trembles through your body and you moan. He repeats the action several times before licking a thick stripe over your clit with the flat of his tongue. Your hands come up to clutch at the curls on his head and your hips rock forward ever so slightly in pursuit of more. Joel laps at the small bundle of nerves languidly as his thick fingers dig into the meat of your inner thighs.

It feels like fucking heaven.

Your upper body slumps back into the couch and you tilt your head back to let out long, soft moans of ecstasy. Joel continues licking and sucking your clit leisurely; each movement performed with unhurried yet purposeful strokes that slowly build and twist a coil of intense pleasure inside your loins. He continues this for several minutes, gravelly moans rumbling in his throat that you know are an expression of his own pleasure, his own enjoyment. You love Joel fucking you, love how his thick cock pounds into you, but you really fucking love how he eats your pussy. And it's clear that Joel loves it, too.

You can feel Joel prodding at your entrance before sliding two of his thick fingers inside you. The mixture of his saliva and your slick make his digits glide smoothly into your pussy. He expertly curls then against your g spot while he eats you, instantly heightening your pleasure. He looks up to watch your reaction; your hands tighten their grasp on his head and you moan wantonly, your toes curling. It doesn't take long for the pressure to reach close to its peak in your lower belly.

"Gonna cum," you pant out between moans. "Daddy, I'm going to cum."

Joel doesn't stop. His mouth maintains the same tempo and pressure as he licks and sucks your clit, all the while stimulating your g spot with his fingers. He has come to know your body so well, knows what makes you squeal or scream or have you begging for more, knows just how long it will take for a certain action to bring you to orgasm, exactly how tender or hard you need him fucking you from the depths of your moans and keening.

Your body soon tenses and your orgasm reaches a crescendo. When you cum, you throw your head back and let out a long, shuddering moan, your thighs quivering by Joel's ears. He helps you ride out the high by gradually slowing his movements, allowing the sensation to draw out without overstimulation.

It is only once your body relaxes and your orgasm dissipates that Joel stops. Your eyes flutter open and you look down at him. Joel sits back on his haunches and pants. You see that his lips and moustache are glistening with your juice. 

"Oh my god, that was amazing," you say with a blissful smile.

Joel stands up from his kneeling position, his knees cracking once again. His gaze is fixated on you as he unbuckles his best and unzips his jeans. You stay half slumped on the couch, reveling in post orgasm exhilaration, the energy sapped from your body.

"What do you say?" Joel asks. His commanding tone is rough and deep with passion.

"Thank you, daddy," you reply breathlessly.

"That's right, babygirl. Now it's time for me to tear that little pussy up." Joel pushes his jeans and underwear down to his meaty thighs. His erection springs out, the head of his cock already wet with precum. "Get up and turn around."

You weakly sit up and turn over to kneel on the couch, somehow managing to obey him despite the sound of blood pounding in your ears and fatigue setting into your body. You shuffle to spread your legs and Joel's hands grab onto your hips to roughly jerk them back so that you are bent forward and your ass sticks out. Once he is satisfied with the position he's manipulated you into, his hands grip your ass cheeks firmly.

"Look at that," he whispers to himself. He pulls them apart, digging his thumbs into the crease of your upper thighs, both your pussy and asshole now lewdly exposed. "Such a dirty little whore, just dyin' to get ruined."

Joel releases one of your ass cheeks to guide the tip of his cock to your wet entrance. He doesn't waste anymore time, quickly sinking it into your hole and thrusting into you smoothly. The stretch has you gasping and moaning loudly, the knock of his hips propelling you forward into the couch. Joel groans as his dick slides deep inside your tight cunt.

"Fuck, that's it," he pants.

He pulls his hips back almost all the way before slamming back into you. You cry out shrilly, the sensation of fullness overwhelming you entirely. Joel does it again and again, holding tightly to your hips while he pounds his cock in and out of you. You're pinned immobile against the couch, trapped by the weight of his strong frame snapping into your body.

"Take it just like that, little bitch." Joel snarls. His fingers dig painfully into your hips.

"F-f-fuuuuck, Joel," you cry loudly.

He increases his pace and begins to fuck you with savage fervour. Your cries and moans intermingle with the filthy sounds of your skin colliding and his heavy balls slapping against your pussy. Joel pants from the exertion, the veins in his neck straining. He stares down at his cock disappearing in and out of your tight heat.

"Who do you belong to, babygirl?" Joel barks out. "Who fuckin' owns this pussy?"

"You, daddy!" You squeal, your fingers curling tightly over the sofa cushion. "Only you."

"That's right," Joel groans, "no one but me."

You feel his cock throbbing just before he cums. He swiftly pulls out and jerks himself as thick ropes of cum shoot over your ass. He grunts and moans as he fists his dick and empties his balls, marking your skin like a territorial animal. You heave deep breathes inbetween small whines, your thighs quaking.

When Joel's finished he yanks your head back by your hair and engulfs your mouth with his, kissing you passionately. He is greedy as he swirls his tongue around yours, as if he's still hungry, still needs to ravage you and swallow you.

In this moment, this sweetly intoxicating instance of physical and emotional intimacy, you feel utterly euphoric. The tangle of disquiet inside your brain had become static once Joel's hands were on your skin, instantly pacifying you and moulding you into something completely docile, like a doll. It was an all consuming state of rapture.

He breaks the kiss and you stare into one another's eyes. He smirks, then you feel his calloused hand rubbing over your ass, smearing his cum over your skin possessively.

"Welcome home," you whisper.

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Pit Babe Colors Ep. 6

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here.

I found out Charlie and Way's superpowers last week from the tags on my post, so let's pray those blue gloves Babe just gave Charlie stop him from -redacted- and lying.

Wait a minute! I thought that was a flashback. Barbara is racing too?! Now, I'm confused about the plot because I thought the team needed to fill Babe's spot, but . . . they need a third racer? Is this you rethinking the plot, Barbara? Or did your special superpowers heal you already and you're thinking about letting Charlie win? But you didn't have superpowers last week. What is happening?

Dean, I know you are going to screw everyone over because you now have to race Charles AND Barbara, but you are already sitting in the red. Damn, sir. No need to spoil the plot development.

Babe won, so what was with all those *looks* from him? And I want to hate Way, but he is the only one who is feeling like me as Charlie's RED IS EXPOSED! Dean, go ruin everyone's life. You have my permission.

Alan, you have tattoos, and you are the only man I trust in life and love, so I'm gonna ignore these red gloves. Not every show can be Wandee Goodday and get color-coded boxing gloves.

Charles wore Babe's black in episode three after sleeping with Babe, then Babe got the picture of Charles getting into the red car. I want to trust Charles and this color exchange, BUT HE IS LYING!

I wish the cards could have stayed in Thai. I did not need to know Alan was apologizing to Jeffrey as he sits there in blue, with that red bag and red smoothie (it's pink, but I'm seeing red, dang it!). Don't throw out those cards, Alan. Jeffrey is gonna need them when he has to apologize for LYING all this time!

CHARLES AND THAT DAMN RED!

Barbie. Stuck between the blue and red. He deserves better.

You know what makes a sky look purple like that? Blue and red. Which is really odd, SINCE BOTH OF YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO BE BLUE, CHARLES!

It's turning pink! STOP HURTING MY FEELINGS!

No. Putting Barbie in glasses will not make up for the pain I just suffered.

To go from that locker room scene to Waymond looking so sad only for PETER TO BE WATCHING HIM IN THE PINK TOO! I knew they were gonna be an item, but Peter, my man, have you loved Waymond for a while?! Did you know him before you shook his hand and that's why you hesitated? Patricia, I have questions!

Yellow is my favorite color, but, Sonic, why can't you wear blue? I know you like North. You are protecting him right now. But just wear more blue beyond that small stripe on your shirt, so I can trust you!

Jeffrey is back in the red, Alan. Get out now or he'll take you "home" aka Big Red's house that he doesn't know how to get to without the GPS because it's hard for liars to keep track of all their lies.

I won't be crazy and mention the red house showing through the window behind Charles. No. Never.

What do you see, Jeffrey?! That your roommate is gonna break Barbie's heart?!

My God, this episode is laying it on thick with Charles constantly in the red. I get it! He is lying! I KNOW!

Waymond just had to remind me his ass is red too. You're lucky Peter has been in love with you for a minute apparently because I like Peter. But you, sir, are on thin ice.

Did Charles post that picture?! (Sonic, wear blue damnit!)

Barbara, you're fucked up. It's clear that Waymond loves you, and you pull stunts like this. Rude. Selfish. Let the boy brood in peace. You make me feel bad for him, and I don't want to feel bad for him because I know his superpower now, and he keeps trying to touch you.

Every now and then, the show must remind me that Barbara was originally red.

Are you conflicted, Waymond? Because this purple is telling tales that you are in-between the two. Where do you stand, Waynette? Blue or red? TELL ME RIGHT NOW!

Wait a minute!

Before he was a Slut for Christ, Barbara gave you the steering wheel necklace?!

Fuck! Waymond, no! Turn away from the red, bruv! DON'T GO FULL DARK SIDE!

PETER LOVES YOU!

But eff Charles!

Jeffrey has red on again. Someone is dead under that car, so since he is talking to Charles and there are only two drivers now (is Babe still driving or no?), I'm hoping he saw Charles dead and not Waymond. Can I get a Christmas miracle?!

KIMBERLY, MY BELOVED! Please go collect your husband, Kenta, and fuck Big Red up!

In short,

I'm conflicted about Waymond.

I want to know how long Peter has loved Waymond.

I need more of the Kardashians, Kimberly and Kenta.

I still hate Charles because the show is constantly telling me he is red.

I'm happy there was no Whiny Winifred.

I'm okay if Dean messes up everyone's day.

I need Jeffrey to grovel to Alan when his time comes.

#pit babe #pit babe the series #the colors mean things #and they will guide me the whole way through #color coded boys in love #Be blue Waymond #or be pink in love with Peter #BUT DON'T GO FULL RED! #episode 6

[weird-an]

Steve is useless to work with when Billy Hargrove is around.

He knows it and he can see Robin already shaking her head when Billy walks into Scoop's Ahoy like he is owning the place. He isn't wearing a shirt this time, only some denim shorts, showing off his thighs and tan. And his chest, of course.

Well, Steve has found out he does like Billy Hargrove's tits, too. Or rather, Robin told him with a scowl and a very tired groan.

Steve gives Billy his sundae. Twice as big as usual. He just can't help himself. Billy doesn't pay and Steve doesn't ask for money.

Robin sighs next to him. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're hopeless."

Steve forgets to answer, because Billy eats his ice cream and as usual half of it drips on his chest. It melts and runs down his pecs in milky white drops.

Steve's throat turns dry. Billy licks his spoon and winks at Steve. His red lips sucking on the cherry next. So hard his cheeks hollow.

"Hello?" The guy in front of Steve waves his hand in his face. "I said I wanted a..."

The ice cream now runs down Billy's abs.

"I hate men," Robin mumbles, shoving Steve to the side.

"Here's your ice cream, Sir," she beams, voice all coated in sugary friendliness.

Steve stares. He wants to lick the ice cream off Billy. He wants to squeezes those pecs and coat them in something else. His uniform feels tighter than before.

"Harrington!" Robin pinches his side. "Take this.. this slut out of his misery and just fuck already."

Billy stretches and turns a little, so that Steve can see his thin blond happy trail.

"He isn't a slut," Steve says.

"That's not my point," Robin snaps. "You're cleaning the table and then you leave. With him."

Steve purses his lips. "Why do I have to clean?"

"Because I'm not touching this dirty ass table." Robin raises a brow. "Go. Now."

Billy nearly drops his spoon when Steve walks up to him and start to wipe the table.

"We should leave," Steve says.

"What about my sundae?" Billy asks, face lighting up like he couldn't care less about it.

"I've got something else for you."

Robin makes a belching sound. Maybe Steve owes her an apology.

@lazybakerart Poor Robin, what we put her through.

#billy is so easy for steve and steve is so hopeless #a match made in heaven... or rather at scoops ahoy #robin buckley is tired #harringrove #billy x steve #billy hargrove #steve x billy #harringrove ficlet

[my-head-is-an-animal]

The Climb

Summary: You're a scientist, an engineer to be exact. Called to a meeting you had no real right to be at, Optimus Prime takes an exclusive interest in you, but you can't help but ask yourself at every turn, Why?

Rating: 18+ 🌹🩸🍆

Story Masterlist

Chapter 4

‘No, no, this is unacceptable.’ Smith exclaimed in a meeting in the hanger.

     Optimus Prime stood in his usual spot in the centre, Lennox right beside me on the balcony at eye level to the Autobot, and a screen displaying the people responsible for making sure the official Plan A succeeded. There seemed to be a shared knowledge that it would fail, and more reliance was being put onto my plan.

     ‘You’re supposed to be finding a way to blow a hole in that ship, not planning to scale it yourself.’ Smith argued more firmly. ‘We gave you a list of perfectly suitable candidates, men who are trained to handle the type of mission you have proposed and now you’re telling us the world’s best athletes are not good enough, but you, a scientist who has never seen a day of hard exercise in her life, can. This is outrageous.’

     The room was quiet, I felt my fear seeping in, he might have been right, but I didn’t want him to know that.

     ‘Someone would need to train you.’ Colonel Morshower said from one of the screens.

     ‘I’ll take that responsibility, sir.’ Lennox stepped forward.

     ‘I thought you might.’ He nodded.

     ‘Now, hang on a minute.’ Smith interrupted. ‘You’re not seriously considering placing the fate of the world in the hands of a scientist, who quite frankly doesn’t even look old enough to have graduated college.’

     ‘I thought it was my physical capabilities and not my superior intelligence up for debate, Mr Smith.’ I shot, tired of the arguing, I just wanted to get started with my training.

     ‘You’re on thin ice, young lady, I’d suggest keeping your opinions to yourself.’ Smith growled.

     ‘And I would suggest you keep your outrage in check.’ Optimus suddenly spoke, startling Smith. ‘Dr Harding is our nominated candidate as well. She has far more to offer than your small mind can see. I will not ask any other to make the climb.’

     ‘You’re not serious?’ Smith scoffed.

     ‘Dr Harding, if your council is agreement, then every Autobot under my command is at your service to ensure you complete your mission. Whatever is needed, you shall have it.’

     ‘Thank you.’ I breathed, knowing with Optimus Prime in my corner, I couldn’t fail.

     ‘And what if she asks for technology? You would entrust a single human being with your weapons-‘ Smith went on.

      ‘I wouldn’t ask.’ I snapped, feeling the bravery that Optimus and Lennox had put in me. ‘That’s the difference, Mr Smith. I’m self-aware enough to know that I may be liable to abuse such technology, so I would never ask. If I did, I would only prove myself unworthy of their trust.’

     The room was quiet again and everyone was in agreement, I would make the thirty thousand foot climb and sabotage the ship that threatened to destroy Earth.

     The council agreed to swap Plan A and B around, devoting more resources to my ascent than to research into weaponry that could penetrate the ship’s hull. Lennox took me out every morning to the track to improve my stamina, I worked with Theo to try and reduce the amount I had to climb, and Optimus was familiar enough with the type of ship that he could guide me through sabotaging it from the inside.

     After the first month I found myself able to run ten circuits of the track and make the climb up the one hundred and fifty foot wall without too much trouble, but I knew I would need to push myself harder. One hundred and fifty was a fraction of what was being asked of me.

     ‘You need rest.’ Theo told me one evening while I was cycling on a machine and working on my tablet.

     ‘I need to keep pushing.’ I reasoned back. ‘I’ll never make it otherwise.’

     Theo just sighed and wandered out of the training hall, it was just as Optimus and Ironhide drove in as their transformed counterparts. Ironhide revved, before driving away. Optimus, however, remained as the blue and red truck for a moment before transforming into his natural state. I never would get used to the sight of it.

     ‘Dr Harding,’ he said, an air of disappointment in his voice. ‘You should be resting.’

     ‘So, I’ve been told.’ I sighed and got back to work.

     ‘Without rest, your body will not recover enough to make the climb.’ He reasoned.

     ‘I won’t make the climb if I don’t push my limits.’ I shot back.

     I heard him take a couple of steps before he was directly in front of me, kneeling down once again. His expression was one of someone who was not used to being disobeyed.

     ‘You must rest otherwise you will fail.’ His voice was deep and unimpressed, it was the same one he used on Smith.

     I swallowed nervously, eventually slowing down before coming to a stop.

     ‘Thank you.’ Optimus nodded, finding his composure once again. ‘Understand this, we all want you to succeed, but you must allow your body to catch up with what your mind commands.’

     I let a heavy breath go, putting my tablet down on my mobile desk and began to stretch my legs.

     ‘I know.’ I said, quietly.

     ‘Then why do you not stop when your friends ask it of you?’

     ‘Honestly? Because I’m scared.’ I admitted and felt the tears fall hard and fast. I slid onto the floor and let myself sob for a moment.

     ‘If you weren’t, then I would question your sanity.’ Optimus gently stroked the tip of his finger down my back, it felt like a whole human hand, he was just so big.

     ‘Can I ask a question?’ I turned to see his hugely complex features nodding. ‘Why did you ask for my opinion in the first place? Why didn’t you accept our presentation?’

     Optimus took his hand away, leaning on the ground. He seemed unwilling to want to answer the question.

     ‘I cannot answer your question, Dr Harding.’ He shook his head. ‘Not for lack of want, but rather lack of knowledge. I do not know what it was about you that had me so captivated that day, but it continues to intrigue me.’

     I frowned for a moment. ‘I don’t understand, you’re an Autobot, not just any Autobot, you’re Optimus Prime and I’m… I’m no one, I’m just a scientist, there’s millions of me.’

     ‘There is no one like you, of that, I am certain.’

     I swallowed again. ‘What are you telling me?’

     Optimus’s blue eyes scanned me. ‘I do not know.’

     He didn’t say anything else. Optimus transformed into the familiar truck and drove off in the same direction as Ironhide, leaving me to continue working and rest my body.

Optimus drove speedily towards the Autobot hanger, angry with himself. He transformed back into his natural form and stomped towards the open doors that looked out at the last remaining rays of light.

     ‘Didn’t go well then?’ Ironhide stepped forward where the others didn’t dare just yet.

     Optimus just grunted in response.

     ‘Look, if you like her, just tell her.’

     ‘It is not so easy, Ironhide.’ Optimus shook his head. ‘I do not understand why. Why her? Why a human?’

     ‘Can’t do anything about the heart.’ Hound spoke up. ‘It choses who it choses, we don’t often get a say in that. That’s what humans say anyway.’ He added.

     Optimus hummed in agreement once again. He thought briefly on how fragile she felt beneath his finger, he tried so hard to be careful not to put too much pressure on her body which was already feeling the effects of training so hard. Optimus couldn’t help but feel something internal groaning to touch her again, even just to talk to her for a while would have been a privilege he didn’t think he deserved.

     He hoped that Dr Harding would rest that night, she was pushing herself too hard and risking injury. If she continued the way she was going, she would almost certainly set herself back weeks and that was time they didn’t have.

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#optimus prime fic #optimus prime x ofc #optimus prime x reader #optimus prime #transformers

[discodreaming]

May I please request headcanons for Sora, Riku, and Axel dating a famous female singer and reacting to her performing on stage with a male singer that she’s close to?

characters: sora x reader, riku x reader, axel x reader

genre: modern au / famous au

content notes: female reader ( afab reader ), like a smidgen of jealousy and insecurity

AXEL

truth be told axel is out here vibing bc god damn that's his girl up there in that sexy outfit and singing like that!

his eyes are completely on you and you alone

he likes your friend... kind of... a smidge maybe he's on thin ice with axel some days but he gets along with him for you

now throughout the times you guys are like pressed together he's like filled with so many mixed emotions like he knows it means nothing but it's also like excuse you??????

( bonus ramble: axel to me is probably gonna be like god my gf is fucking hot while watching you move in that outfit and sing bc lbr here he's a bit smug bc he does know you're gonna go home with him after this. he just doesn't like your friend sometimes with how touchy he does get with you, like sir back up?? he ignores that when he gives you the biggest fucking kiss back stage )

SORA

sora is dramatic but he's not gonna ruin your night or performance over it

sora can't help but both think you look so damn good but also can't help but like rolls his eyes whenever you guys get close to each other

it's this one who is sulking about the performance

sora would have much rathered you two be pressed close that way bc he can't help but feel that little green monster rearing its ugly head

( bonus: sora is torn between sulking and excitement. he denies being jealous so damn vehemently when you ask him if he's jealous and this boy is like laughing and denying it a bit but you can see how his cheeks flush and how much of a LIAR he is and he only starts to sulk when you tell him he's such a liar when you kiss his cheek but that's okay bc he's over it real quick as he's suddenly very !!!! and just all out praising you while touching your hands and some of the clothing to just be !!)

RIKU

he does not like your best friend he will not like your friend but he believes you in him being a friend so he's cordial

he legit just needs to get to know him he's riku

he's jealous, he's angie, but god damn if he's not gonna stare at you the entire show

now he's like not usually clingy but for this imma say he is just slightly at your back while u talk to ur friends

( bonus: an unbothered ( very bothered ) king as he gives your friend a smug look over your head when you run to hug him once he reaches back stage. every ounce of jealousy and irritation melting away instantly as he hugs you tight in his grip and land a big kiss on you as he praises and hypes you up in his own riku way as he showers you in kisses )

authors note: im ngl it's been a while since i wrote for them so i genuinely apologize if it's like N o

im also apologizing bc it took me so long to get out I'm sorry

#axel x reader #lea x reader #sora x reader #riku x reader #kingdom hearts #kingdom hearts x reader #x reader #fluff #angst #kingdom hearts fluff #kingdom hearts angst #not really #reader insert #female reader #reader #kingdom hearts fanfiction #kh #kh x reader

[flooftyfizzlebeans]

Not me thinking about the desperate situation that would lead to cannibalism

I'm imagining the temperature drops. Over the course of a few days, the snow on the mountain creeps downwards until the whole town is soft and blanketed. Maybe the island drifted north. Maybe it's a Snakolyte plot to save us from the hivemind. Maybe it doesn't matter.

Crops die. Bugsnax disappear. Soon the town scatters once again.

Some stay put where Filbo dependably makes a fire every day. Some try to flee to the desert, only to find the temperatures are only slightly warmer. It doesn't make up for the lack of shelter.

Lizbert and Eggabell are forgotten.

Of course Snorpy and Chandlo flee. Beffica too. They'd rather go alone than see what is inevitably going to happen.

Those that remain take refuge in Grmables barn. As the snow grows heavier, we have to huddle for warmth. Make fire indoors. It's too cold out to chop trees. My frostbitten fingers are proof enough of that. We're running low on firewood. Everyone is so hungry. Our paradise frozen before their very eyes.

Cromdo drops the salesman bit and uses all of his stock trying to keep the group alive. Shelda's meager rations keep hope in their eyes. Floofty has a few chemicals that won't kill is to burn for warmth.

But.... The morning when Floofty desperately tries to shake Shelda awake to no avail... Neither Filbo or I are strong enough to keep the fighting from breaking out.

Blows are exchanged, the shouting becomes too much. Harsh words turn to claws on flesh, blood in the deep snow. Filbo drops like a stone. I feel a paw take mine and drag me out of the town.

When I come out of my daze, Cromdo's made a fire in a cave, put a blanket over my shocked form. Hes making pine needle tea. Surprisingly, going up the mountain might save us.

"Who am I kidding? There's no hope." I sigh.

"I know, but that doesn't mean you stop fighting. Just means you change tactic." Cromdo scolds me.

"And run like cowards?" I poke the fire aimlessly. "They're dead down there. We're all dead."

"We survived because we're cowards. We'll keep surviving like cowards."

I sit with that. He pours me another cup.

"Yknow, I chose this cave because I hid some booze in here. Think Beffica took it before I could though."

I smile. The thought is nice.

I stare into the fire, replying the images in my mind. I know what I must do.

When Cromdo falls asleep, I tick him in, and leave him alone.

When he awakes the next morning, he awakes to a fantastic smell. Bacon? Hamburgers? He's never smelled anything like it before in his life.

He gets out of his cocoon of stolen blankets, catching me setting the table. One of my blankets for a tablecloth, plates from.... somewhere. Forks and knives. There's a stick in the middle I'm trying to light on fire to try and simulate a candle.

On the plates are large cuts of meat, cooked and served beautifully.

"Hey, kid? What are you-"

"Have a seat, sir."

....and he does. He sits across from me, both of us bundled up.... but keeping up the charade that it's a fancy restaurant. I see him hesitate... before taking the first bite.

"Wow, I didn't know you could cook."

"I didn't need to, until now."

We chat. We talk about our normal lives. What we did in the city. The lives we left behind for this dump. He talks about his daughter. His ex wife. I talk about the string of unlucky articles that put me on thin ice.

His hand finds mine once again. This time, it's an invitation to stay near.

We finish our dishes.

"I really... enjoyed this." He starts.

"Me too."

"So uh.... who did we just eat?"

...

"I don't think it's best to know." I say.

Cromdo thinks for a moment.

"Yeah, you're right."

We sit in silence.

His paw on mine, he leads us back to bed. We're both so tired. We lay down on the cold stone floor, wrapped in each other's arms, under all our cloth and blankets and insulation...both deciding...

not to keep the fire burning.

The sun sets.

The sun rises on an empty Snaktooth. No grumpsues. No bugsnax. No life.

Only blood and ice.

#soph talking bugsnax #bugsnax #major character death #cannibalism #Cromdo face #what the fuck did I just write #I promise that was not me that was a writing demon