#also he has THREE. fucking toothbrushes

[hansrlow]

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#this is . the only place i can Vent #i hate living with a roommate especially one who never shuts his fucking door #he has his girlfriend over and she won’t shut the fuck up and i am trying to sleep #but i can’t because i can hear her talking #and aside from that it’s completely quiet so i just Can’t Sleep #like if he just shut his fucking door it wouldn’t be a problem! #also he warns me when a friend comes over but not when his fucking girlfriend will be staying #what kind of fucking logic is that? #also our old shower curtain got mold and it’s because he never fucking closes it #he leaves it all scrunched up which means it doesn’t dry #also he has THREE. fucking toothbrushes #he just got a new ELECTRIC one why is he keeping the old two????????? #also he whistles at night . which . #you are not supposed to do #it makes me so fucking uncomfortable when he does that #and his fucking sinus noises . god i want to kill him #he also uses METAL UTENSILS on my fucking nonstick pans #not to mention when he DOES use the silicone ones it’s always the most baffling and useless ones #he also hardly ever does the fucking dishes #like he uses the worst dishes to clean . and then doesn’t even try to clean them #and he has an obsession with piling things outside the fucking sink #and . perhaps the most annoying of all . 99% of the time he drinks water #and yet . it seems he uses a different cup almost every day #my brother in christ it’s fucking water just reuse the cup for multiple days #like it’s so fucking annoying for me to load the dishwasher of His dirty dishes after like 3 days of not doing it because i want him to do #it for once . and then have to shove 5 goddamn cups in there #and they’re not even normal cups . they’re peanut butter jars so they’re big

[yanderenightmare]

TW: suggestive nsfw

gn reader

Thinking about how you and your delinquent childhood friend couldn’t be any more different...

And yet you never seem to grow apart…

You’re fresh out of the shower, feeling toasty with a fluffy towel wrapped around your hair – another around your body.

You’re ready to lie down in bed and enjoy the rest of your Saturday night with a cup of tea while catching up with the new releases of that show you’ve been meaning to watch before the spoilers reach you.

The clock ticks about midnight, but it doesn’t really matter because you have the entire Sunday morning to sleep in – so you take your time, letting your chamomile soak before adding honey and a teaspoon of vanilla.

Your feet prickle against the shoddy floorboards – faux wood doesn’t carry heat very well, and the cold is beginning to seep through your soles post-shower – so you walk off to find your slippers. 

But just as you’ve slipped them on, there’s a loud banging on your door. 

“Oi! Open up!”

There’s no mistaking who it is. 

You sigh.

“Go away, you’re drunk…”

There was a party tonight. But you didn’t go. 

Though, you bet the boy on the other side of the door had gone and gotten kicked out and has now washed up here – right on your welcome mat.

He doesn’t relent, now kicking the door as well as banging his fist into it.

The pictures on the wall rattle from the force. 

“Open the fuckin’ door," He's whining now. "Or I'll huff, and I'll puff, and I'll blow the whole street to hell!”

You curse under your breath at the sound of him howling, shuffling over to the drunken mood swings, then unlocking the three locks to let him in. Hissing beneath your breath as though the damage isn’t already done, “Shut up, you’re waking the entire block-”

He ignores you, grumbling, “Fuckin’ finally, ‘m freezin’ my balls off out’ere,” while pushing himself inside even when your plan was to tell him to piss off.

“I’m really tired,” You sigh, but he’s not really listening – fully ignoring you with a groggy grin as he looks down at you with lazy eyes and slurred words.

“Tch- look at yah – all wrapped up – lookin’ like a pastry.”

“Wah!” You yelp when he grabs you – lifting you up around his torso while stumbling forward to your bed – crashing down on the mattress with a content murmur – his face cradled in your chest.

“Just what I need right now…”

A little panicked – wearing but a towel you felt slipping from the fall – you try nudging him off, but he has his entire weight on top of you – soaking into your warm skin after having stood out in the chilly night air with nothing but a lousy shirt on.

You jolt with a squeal when he puts his freezing hands beneath your towel – squeezing into the soft, warm flesh of your thighs.

“Mh- you’re warm~” He rumbles in a drawl, traveling higher despite your whine. “Come on- don’t be stingy- m'gonna catch'a cold-”

You realize there’s not much you can do but accept it. 

You huff, gritting your teeth. “Fine, you can stay.”

To which he just chuckles, placing his chin in the dip of your ribs while looking up at you with a sly grin. “You’re such a sucker.”

You frown, grimacing at the words wafting into your face. 

“Ugh- you’re breath reeks. Go brush your teeth, at least. And take off your shoes.”

He pouts at your strictness, releasing a long, drawn-out sigh like a child. 

But ultimately, he drags himself up. 

“Mh-kay…” He kicks off his shoes, lets his pants drop into a heap, and wrings off his shirt on his way to the bathroom – calling back over his shoulder before he disappears into the room. “But we’re fucking after.” 

You’re cheeks warm at his casualness.

You hear him flip the tap.

You purse your lips while sinking your teeth into the lower one. Smacking them at yourself.

You rubbed your hair dry and your thighs together until the sound of running water was interrupted by his toothbrush clinking against the sink – signaling he was done.

You were also ready and waiting by the time he walked out – your original plans for the evening already long lost in the heat. 

But waddling back, he flops right onto the bed, like deadweight – on his stomach, snoring almost just as quickly with drool dribbling down into a blotch on your pillow.

He’s fast asleep.

You gape. Blinking at him. And after realizing it wasn’t a joke, you scoff. “Hello?”

There’s no reply.

You close your mouth and raise your brows. Then sigh with your entire body while shaking your head.

You drape him with the duvet and scooch in beside him. A bit of a frown on your face as you look at him.

There’s toothpaste on his cheek. 

You wipe it away with a wet thumb.

“Dumbass.”

BNHA – Bakugou, Dabi

JJK – Sukuna, Gojo, Toji

AOT – Eren

#yandere x reader #yandere #yandere x you #yandere imagines #yandere smut #yancore #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujustu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere jjk #jjk smut #bnha smut #yandere bnha #mha smut #my hero smut #yandere demon slayer #yandere aot #yandere bllk #yandere blue lock #yandere attack on titan #yandere kimetsu no yaiba #yandere my hero academia #yandere boku no hero academia

[mokulule]

A Man has Needs part 1

This will hopefully be a short thing, maybe three or four parts. Silly with a small dash of angst for flavor. Also someone needs to stop me from starting new stories, instead of indulging my insanity.

Ship: Dead on Main (Jason/Danny)

It had been an exhausting Friday, people were out celebrating the weekend and payday both. To top it off it was prime petty crime weather too with no rain. It was a patrol that would never end. Crime Alley had really lived up to its name tonight.

Jason was exhausted. Not because anything had been particularly challenging or dangerous, but it had just been one very long night of constant stupid little crimes.

It was five in the morning and his bed was calling him. He’d already stashed his gear in storage on the roof and he was so close to being home he could practically feel the soft sheets, the promise of sleep. The open bathroom window was a bother when he was this tired. Maybe he should have just gone down to the street and walked in the door, but keys also seemed like such a bother right now and more stairs… No, window was fine, he was in.

Bed. Now.

He bumped into something outside the bathroom door. Fuzzily he looked down to see a moving box - odd. He yawned and rubbed his eyes, he’d deal with that in the morning. Bed, comfort, safe.

He stumbled into the bedroom when it turned out the door wasn’t properly shut just pushed mostly closed.

Okay check list. Boots off. What else? Pants off, shirt off. He’d pick up in the morning. Did he forget anything? Toothbrush. He glanced backwards halfheartedly, he’d already left the bathroom; bed was right there.

The bed won. Tomorrow he would deal with teeth.

Tomorrow…

He crawled under the sheets. Warm and nice and safe and mmmmh he snuggled closer to the source, breathing in mint and something biting like frosty morning air. His nose buried into soft short hair and breathed in deep again. Good. Amazing. Safe. Sated.

Sleep.

Oo o oO

Danny turned and stretched with a yawn. He frowned when something held him into place. Must have gotten himself caught in the sheets again. It wasn’t a problem, he just slipped away intangibly, rolling to the edge of the bed to reach blindly for the night table.

Where was the phone? It took him a moment but finally it connected with his hand.

He groaned when he saw the time, it was nearly midday. Jazz would frown at him for already messing his sleep schedule up, but he’d just wanted to get as much set up in his apartment as possible, that had to be an okay excuse? He turned back on his back and looked at the light dancing across the ceiling from the light breeze moving the curtains. 

Okay time to get up. He had another day of unpacking today.

He got out and stretched absently. He turned around intending to make his bed if only to look responsible for when Jazz would come later to see the apartment.

He turned and promptly clapped his hands over his mouth to contain the frightened scream.

There was a guy in his bed! How was there a guy in his bed?! Ancients, what the fuck?!

Wait.

Danny tilted his head, eyes trailed down the muscular and scarred back, to a well shaped butt, which the tight boxers did very little to hide, and then those thighs!

There was a hot guy in Danny’s bed!

Focus Danny. He shook his head and slapped himself for good measure. That wasn’t what was important right now - though those thighs… Ancients, Danny would happily die again crushed by them.

No!

What was important was somehow there was a (hot) stranger in his bed. Danny had not invited him, of that he was sure. He had been unpacking yesterday, there had been no consumption of ghost zone alcohol yesterday, which could otherwise explain the lack of memory.

Which meant the guy had for some reason entered Danny’s apartment and slept with him - in the boring ordinary sense, Danny lamented this fact quietly for a moment.

Danny wasn’t surprised he hadn’t woken up, he slept, well, like the dead. The only thing that would wake him was very loud noises (like his alarm or his Dad’s inside voice) or occasionally his ghost sense.

It wasn’t even that Danny was surprised to find a bedmate. It was rare that Danny slept alone these days. He was, no matter how you put it, a very powerful ghost and he gave off a lot of good concentrated ambient ectoplasm.

Sometime last year the blobs and animal ghosts in Amity had started to join him every now and then when he slept. According to Frostbite it wasn’t so strange. They fed on the energy he gave off and also benefitted from his presence, which apparently radiated safety.

At first he’d been woken up by his ghost sense every time, but he’d gotten to a point where he just subconsciously dismissed the sense when the ghosts in question didn’t have ill intentions.

So Danny wasn’t surprised he wasn’t alone. He’d expected a bit more time to pass before whatever weak ghosts might be around figured out he was here, but you don’t wake up six days out of seven with cuddly animal ghosts in your bed and get surprised by it.

No, Danny was surprised by the fact that it was a guy. A human. A person. With muscled arms and- Oh, Danny realized cheeks heating up, that probably hadn’t been the sheets he’d been stuck in earlier.

Danny covered his face with his hands and groaned in despair.

Why was there a guy in his bed? Why couldn’t there be a guy in his bed for normal reasons? Danny would have brought this guy to his bed for normal bringing a guy to bed reasons.

He crawled onto the bed intending to wake the stranger, but as he reached out for the guy’s shoulder he turned leaning into the touch and sighed like the weight of the world had just lifted off his shoulders.

Danny was frozen, staring at the point of contact. He could sense it now: the man’s malnourished ghost core.

Danny swallowed thickly, suddenly seeing the many scars on the man’s back in a different light and that pure white streak in the otherwise black hair, it all seemed so obvious now.

The man was a halfa, or halfa adjacent. Because that was definitely warm human flesh underneath Danny’s hand.

So incredibly, unbelievably, absurdly this was essentially the same situation as usual, except not at all, because this was a person. Humanoid ghosts and ghosts with human-like or above intelligence didn’t do this. There were social conventions in place and not to mention they were usually powerful enough on their own to not need the ectoplasm.

But this guy was malnourished. He probably never had a good stable source of ectoplasm to properly develop his metabolism. Also to Danny’s metaphysical senses he smelled like he’d done the ghostly equivalent of dumpster diving to survive. Danny’s ectoplasmic aura had to be like the siren call of a buffet table.

Shit.

New plan. Danny was not gonna embarrass the poor guy. The situation was weird enough as it was. Danny was just gonna act like this was normal. Danny woke up with guests practically every day.

This was a person, not an animal, therefore petting was out of the question, so coffee.

Coffee was normal to offer guests. Also Danny needed coffee. He nodded to himself in satisfaction and floated off the bed to enter his combined kitchen and living room. The coffee machine was the first thing he got set up yesterday, clearly smart of past Danny.

It wouldn’t be long before his guest awoke with Danny no longer in the room to supply passive ectoplasm.

Maybe his human stomach wanted food too?

Oo o oO

Jason woke up with his head and nose buried in a pillow that smelled wonderful and comfortable somehow. He breathed in deep, catching mint and that biting cold he vaguely remembered from last night. Now, however he wasn’t dead on his feet, he was awake, more rested than he remember feeling for a long time and his brain connected the details into very alarming facts:

This was not his pillow. This was not his bed.

He sat up, quickly taking in the bare white walls and the stack of emptied and flattened moving boxes leaning against the wall next to a built-in closet.

This was very much not his apartment.

There was a noise of a cupboard clanging shut and Jason’s head snapped to the door that was open just a crack; he was not alone.

Shit.

He jumped out of bed, bending his knees upon impact to soften the sound. He needed to leave. Where was his clothes? His gaze darted around and he hurried to pick up his discarded items of clothing as he found them. Somehow one of his boots had ended up under the bed.

Quickly he pulled on the jeans and the shirt, was he wearing a jacket yesterday? He didn’t remember. Boots on and then he was going out the window- except there was the scent of coffee and something in the air. What was that smell?

He found himself moving to the door instead. The door squeaked as he pulled it open and he froze, hand still on the door handle, when the sound drew the attention of the young man in the kitchen.

His hair was black and sleep tousled, he had a slender athletic build and as he walked around the kitchen island bearing two cups it became apparent he was just wearing boxers. Jason’s inspection ended on his legs, which were admittedly very nice. When he looked back up he found the man standing a cautious distance away and a cute pink blush stretched all the way from his cheeks to his chest. Sky blue eyes looked up a him from underneath slightly frowning brows.

“So, you’re awake,” the man opened with an admirable attempt at a smile considering the situation. There was a beat of silence in which Jason grasped for what to even say, then the man reached his hand forward offering one of the cups, “coffee?”

There were many a thing Jason could say or should say. Like, what the fuck? You’re just gonna offer the guy who broke into your apartment coffee? Or, I’m sorry I broke into your apartment (and bed!)? And, why do you sleep with your windows open and unlocked? This is freaking Crime Alley! Or, what is it that smells so good?

What he actually said was a quiet, “yes, please.”

The cup was warm in his hands as he sipped it. And clearly this was enough for the cute guy because his smile turned more real and he nodded to himself and walked back to the kitchen counter. Jason really hoped that didn’t mean the coffee was poisoned.

“Feel free to take a seat. I hope you like pop tarts, it’s kinda all that I have at the moment.” As if summoned the toaster made a swish noise popping up the tarts. 

Hesitantly Jason sat down at the small square table paired with two mismatched foldable chairs. He really should turn and jump out a window. There had to be some kind of reckoning coming. Maybe the guy really cared about hospitality and Jason would be questioned after the food? Maybe that’s what was going on.

But also strangely his gut was telling him he was safe here? He really had no clue what to do with that.

A paper plate with a pop tart was set down in front of him and after setting down his own pop tart and coffee the man joined him.

Jason was supremely aware of the few inches between their knees. This wasn’t a large table after all and if he moved just slightly they would be touching. But why would he want them to be touching? Why was it so tempting?

Jason clenched his hands firmly and stared down at the pop tart, with an intensity born of the fact that for some reason he had to focus on not knocking knees with a stranger.

“You look at that poor pop tart as if you think it’s gonna explode, that’s not actually what pop tart means, you know.”

Jason looked up at the guy in disbelief.

He rubbed the back of his neck, “yeah that was terrible I know.”

Silence stretched between them and clearly embarrassed the guy hastily took a sip of his coffee and a bite of his pop tart avoiding Jason’s gaze.

Guilt twisted in Jason’s chest, not only did he invade his home he was also making him uncomfortable. His only comfort was the fact that the guy clearly wasn’t afraid of him.

Jason started eating the pop tart. For whatever the reason breakfast was part of the script the guy had decided on to make an attempt at normalcy. What else was Jason to do? He hadn’t fled when he had the chance and-

Oh-

The guy had shifted in his chair, one of their knees were touching, there was a spark and it felt like something uncurled inside him, a weight lifted. Jason blinked. This was…Mint and frost was a sting in his nose, a fullness in his chest. Goose bumps ran along his arms, and it tingled all the way to his fingertips.

Jason snapped his head up, but the guy was just looking at his phone sipping his coffee. As if he couldn’t feel the cold electricity between them. There was no way he could sit like that if he felt it? Was Jason just imagining it? He shuddered and moved slightly, just enough that they weren’t touching and instantly he regretted it. The wave of longing was almost enough to make his vision black out.

The guy looked up with a frown. “You okay, man?”

“Fine,” Jason said hoarsely, desperately focusing on the half eaten pop tart and taking another bite.

When the pop tarts were eaten and the cups emptied the man stood and Jason matched him. Jason wasn’t sure what he expected to happen at this point but it certainly wasn’t the guy, to walk over to his front door with a casual, “well I should get ready for the day.”

It was a clear dismissal. An out for the whole strange situation. Jason stood up and walked over to the door.

The guy opened the door letting Jason out with a short electrifying clap on the back and a “Take care, man.”

Jason was left standing outside the door to the previously empty apartment 4A, several floors below Jason’s own top floor apartment. How did he ever mistake it for his own?

What was the deal with the guy’s touch and why did Jason crave it so desperately?

Unsettled. he started walking towards the stairwell. As he moved further away from the apartment the pull to go back lessened. It was still there, but it was replaced quickly by something else.

He felt rested, energized in a way he hadn’t felt in a long while. There was an urge to do something. He felt like he could take on the world - maybe even Sunday dinner at the manor tomorrow.

Jason laughed. Wouldn’t that surprise everyone?

He was so caught up in the euphoria of productivity and social interactions that didn’t go sour for the next couple of days, that he completely forgot about the strange Saturday morning.

-

If you liked this consider telling me your thoughts in the replies or tags, it is motivating. Now to hopefully write a bit on Catnip.

#dp x dc #dead on main #a man has needs #Danny is trying his best to pretend this is normal #and okay #Jason has no clue whatsoever.

[rinsaint]

PLS PLS PART TWO OF PERVY HAIKYUU BOYS W KENMA, AONE AND KYOTANI

ft. kenma, aone, && osamu !! part 1 part 3

cw. THIS IS FILTHY, nonconsensual, oblivious reader, stealing readers toothbrush, stealing readers panties, pillow humping, eye fucking the reader, sniffing panties, taking readers vibrator, panties being licked, peeping on reader while she pleasures herself, recording reading taking a shower !!

authors note. I don’t really know how to write for kyotani so i replaced him with osamu!! hope that’s okay :p

KENMA: Kenma is slick af. You will not be catching him stealing your things or looking at you a certain way because this guy is that slick. He definitely jerks off to your photos. If you post on insta or snap he immediately pulls his cock out and will start the jerking. He steals a lot of your things, a lot. His favorite thing to steal from you is your panties. God he loves it. He likes to steal your red panties because it’s his favorite color lol. When he’s in the mood, he pulls out this box that contains stuff of yours and pulls out your recent panties that he stole when he went to your house. He jerks off to them by wrapping his cock around them and starts to think about you. Other times he’d just spit on his hand and he’d get off by just sniffing and licking it because he wants to smell your scent. He definitely records you touching yourself or when you’re in the shower. One time you were in the shower washing your hair and you had your eyes closed so you didn’t hear anyone come in and the whole time kenma had slightly opened the curtain to record you naked in the shower. He also stops by when he knows you’re the only one in the house. And he knows the time you start touching yourself so everytime you start touching yourself and let moans fall from your mouth, he whips out his phone and starts recording you so he can watch and use it for later.

AONE: This guy feels so fucking guilty about it but he just can’t stop. No matter how many times he tells himself, that this is the last time doing this because he knows it’s not. He has a lot of dirty thoughts about you. Mostly them are filled of you being under him, whining for more as he fucks into your pussy and fills you up over and over again with his cum. When you wear something that makes your body figure stand out, he cannot stop thinking about it for days. He thinks about it while jerking off and it gets him off so fast. Definitely takes your panties and vibrater. He likes your vibrator more because he can still smell and taste you. He likes to steal your vibrator after you’ve just used them because he wants to still smell and taste the remains of your cum on it. Later on he would bring the vibrator to his tongue and jerk off imagining that it’s you that he’s tasting. That’s it’s your cunt that he’s tasting. He likes to hump into his pillow and pretend it’s your cunt that he’s inside of. Your cunt that he imagines is so warm and tight. He steals your toothbrush im so sorry. it’s so weird but he likes to use it to brush his own teeth because he thinks it’s basically kissing you in a way. He doesn’t want you to ever find out because he knows that you wouldn’t be friends with him anymore and would call him weird </3.

OSAMU: Sneaky little bitch too. Has alot of dirty thoughts about you. He definitely likes to eye fuck you alot. He also stares at your breasts alot and your lips. He does that because he likes to imagine pushing his cock between your lips and likes to imagine sucking on your tits. He definitely steals a bunch of your panties. When he’s over at your house he would ask for a glass of water and you would go down stares to get it and he would go in your underwear drawer and would take three pair of panties and when you come back upstairs he would be sitting on your bed smiling at you innocently. Later on that night he would be in the bathroom pumping his cock with your panties and groaning imagining that it was you who was doing this. Touching him. He most definitely jerks off to your photos lmao. Whenever you post something he’s always the first like and one time when you posted yourself and your friends going to the beach, he saw you in your bikini, he was going fucking nuts. He orgasmed so hard that night lmfao. He does try to stop because he does get guilty about it but without you, he can’t cum as hard.

#[ ☆ ] — anons !! #haikyuu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu hcs #kenma smut #kenma drabble #kenma x reader #kenma kuzome smut #kenma kuzome x reader #osamu smut #osamu x reader #osamu hcs #osamu miya x reader #osamu miya smut #aone smut #aone x reader #aone hcs #hq aone

[the-californicationist]

Sending hugs as always!!!! Soooo, another request with no rush intended. Not sure if you are familiar with “Cool.” Gwen Stefani song and video. Love lost but no love lost. Rainy days and nights. He sees you with your “new” love. All the memories come rushing back, and he has to have you!!!! Dripping wet in his fit!! Maybe he tries to sneak away with you?! You’re the genius!! Still loving your Fluff and Stories on AO3. Thanks always!! ❤️💜

hey babe!! love this ask. sorry for the wait! <3 <3 trying to get out chapter 2 of bear price before the weekend, but this one just wouldn't leave my WIP station, so i had to get it done. very cool premise. hope this comes close to what you wanted!!

Cloudy, with a Chance

John Price was not having a good day. He’d had worse days, to be sure, but as he trudged through yet another puddle, soaked through with this torrential rain, freezing to his bones, he thought it had turned out pretty bloody bad. 

For one, he couldn’t get you out of his mind. Your laugh and the stuttering hello of your voicemail greeting were taunting him like a vicious demon, and every time he brought himself to pleasure, it was your sweet moans that flooded through his mind. He’d also come back from the field to find his truck broken into and his storage unit payment almost three months overdue. Getting all of his belongings back in order had been a real fucking drag. None of this would’ve happened if you were still there.

But, you weren’t. 

You’d left him before his last tour, and that was almost six months ago. He could still hear your complaints in his mind, clear and orderly, like a list of commandments:

I’m tired of being left alone, John!

I can’t keep wondering if every phone call is about to tell me you’ve died.

You promised you’d be here for me, and you’re not. 

I’m not stitching up another bullet hole. I can’t.

How much more of yourself are you going to give them? They don’t deserve you.

What if I need you? 

It had been a rough tour. He’d called you a few times, and when you’d answered, the guilt rent through his heart like a stake. 

“John? What’s happened? Are you alright?”

“Aye, I’m fine. Lads are fine. Just… I needed to hear your voice.”

“It’s alright, John. I’m here.”

And you had been. You were still there for him. Sometimes, when he got your voicemail, he thought he’d reached the end of your generosity, but that wasn’t the hardest part. No, the worst thing was coming home to empty drawers and his toothbrush, lonely in its glass, all by itself. 

As he sheltered under the awning of a Nero’s coffee shop, he tried to get his bearings, deciding whether or not to wait out the storm. It was only by chance that he glanced into the window at Capello’s, and it was only by chance that the waiter had sat you and your date in the window seat. 

His breath caught in his chest when he realized it was you, and his shock turned from yearning to sadness to rage in the blink of an eye. Who was that muppet with his bloody fuckin’ hands all over you? You were his. 

Except you weren’t his. Not anymore. 

No, fuck that. 

He marched across the street, paying no mind to the honking traffic. A brief argument with the maître d' and he was through to the dining room. 

“John?” Your voice had an edge of panic, and your eyes were focused on him as he dripped his way across the carpet.

In fact, all eyes were on him, but he didn’t care. 

Your date looked more than a little put out, but when he started to stand up, Price grabbed his shoulder with no small amount of cruelty and shoved him back into his seat. 

“What’re you doin’ here, love? You fuckin’ hate Capello’s.”

“I don’t…” You looked around, lowering your voice, trying to get him to match your volume, “I’m on a date, Jonathan.”

“Don’t be stupid. You need to come home. I can’t do this without you. I can’t do anything without you, and I don’t care who bloody knows it. I need you, love. Please.”

“You can’t keep doing this! I deserve to have someone who is there for me when I need them to be,” you raised your voice again, frustrated by his words. 

Good. He liked it when you got all worked up.

“And you think this muppet can do more than me? Please.”

John rolled his eyes. The muppet tried to protest, moving to stand up again, only to be shoved back into position. 

You took a deep breath, and you tried not to notice just how small your date was compared to your ex-boyfriend. John towered over him, and his thigh was more than twice the size of this guy’s bicep. Seeing John’s huge hand covering this man’s frail-looking shoulder kind of gave you the ick for your date. 

You also tried to ignore your captain’s field-hardened body. He always came home so much more muscular, and so much larger, than he looked when he left. He was still soaking wet from the rain, drenched in his hoodie and tac-jacket. His canvas pants clung to his skin, leaving almost nothing to the imagination. But, that didn’t matter. You were imagining it anyway. 

What you couldn’t ignore was that cold, blue hunger in his eyes. His beard had grown out, and the scruff combined with his long hair, all raked back under that disgusting boonie hat, were doing things to you that made you clench your legs together, becoming acutely aware of how every piece of fabric felt as it touched your body, and you knew exactly how it would feel when he ripped it off of you. 

“Uh, hey. Listen, mate —” The date tried to protest weakly. 

“Shut up,” you and John spat at your date at the same time. 

John smiled at that, warming himself in your fire,

“C’mon, love. We’re leaving.”

He tossed a few wet hundred pound notes down on the table, not giving a shit if it was enough or not, and lifted the open bottle of wine from the ice bucket. His gaze fell to your date for a fleeting second, and he said, 

“Cheers, mate.”

His hand grabbed yours and helped you from your seat, leading you outside. Once he had you back in your coat, he took you out into the rain, keeping his warm palm planted on the small of your back, and he didn’t say one single word to you until you were back in the foyer of his flat, dripping onto the marble tiles, panting and breathless in the quiet entrance, listening to his keys jingle in the lock. 

“Let’s get you dry, love. Then,” he was breathless from the rain and from something else, “We’ll get your things. Put them back where they go, yeah?”

You nodded dumbly, shivering from the cold,

“Yeah. Okay, John.”

“Get inside, love. That a new dress?”

“Mmhm,” you let him towel you dry in the entrance, feeling how strong he was even though you knew he was trying to be gentle with you. 

“Take it off.”

His voice had a tone that made the hair on the back of your neck stand on its end. You followed his command almost immediately, feeling your body rush with shock and excitement. 

John caught you by your arms and shoved you against the wall in the foyer, his eyes bearing down into you with a fiery intensity you’d never seen. He spoke through his teeth, gravelly and dark, full of warning,

“You belong here with me. I don’t want any more dates. I want you to be mine, and I bloody well want to be yours. Let me.”

“Alright, John,” you whispered, holding your breath, nervous and waiting.

“Don’t,” he pressed his forehead against yours like he had a fever, “Don’t say yes unless you mean it, love.”

You pushed his head back with yours just enough to reach his cheek. You kissed it as softly as you could, moving down his jaw and onto his neck, feeling his blood rush through his veins warming his skin beneath your lips. 

His hands fell away from your arms and you grabbed his hands, holding them in yours, still speaking to him in a low whisper, not wanting to break his spell,

“I’m yours, John. You’re all I have thought about for six months, and I don’t want to be without you. I don’t know what I was saying…”

He grabbed you on either side of your face and kissed you deeply, pushing his body into yours, grinding his wet clothes into you, and not caring a bit about the puddle on the floor,

“Shh. You’re mine. That’s all I need to hear.”

You looked into each others’ eyes and got lost for a moment. The blues of his irises were icy and sharp, tracking your every movement, your every breath. His sudden command pulled you out of your trance, 

“Take off your dress.”

John watched you as you slipped the straps off your shoulders, revealing your bare breasts to him, your nipples pebbled from the cold, damp cloth. It fell, cascading down your body, showing off the black lace panties you wore underneath. Your strappy heels kicked the gown away from you, and you squirmed under his scrutiny,

“Were you gonna show him these?” John’s fingertips grazed the panties right above your clit, making little petting strokes with the back of his hand. 

“Yeah,” you lifted your chin, challenging him, willing to face his jealous wrath. 

“Yeah?” John growled, taking your bait, fisting your dripping hair in his hand and forcing your head back, baring your smooth neck to him, “On a first date? You must have been hungry for it, love.” He taunted you, touching your lips through the lace. 

“Second date…” You flashed your eyes up at him, knowing he would snarl, and he did. 

“Second… Mm,” John grabbed the panties by the front fabric and ripped them from your hips with one cruel tug. You gasped, and he caught your mouth with his, kissing you as his fingers found a different kind of wetness pooling between your legs, “My poor darling. You know he wouldn’t be enough for you. You’d have been so… fucking… disappointed...”

With every word of his last phrase, he thrust his fingers inside of you to their knuckle, lifting your body as he did so, his strength fully apparent. 

“Did you miss me?” He asked you quietly. All the anger was gone from his tone, and a somber desperation was back. 

“Yes, my love. I did,” you kissed him as sweetly as you could, telling him the truth. 

“Fuck,” he grimaced, “I missed you.”

Suddenly, you were airborne, lifted into his arms and being carried into the adjacent kitchen. He sat you on the counter, shoving stacks of unread mail and keys onto the floor. You helped him strip off his wet clothes, pulling his hoodie and his jacket from his back, watching with admiration as he tugged off his undershirt, revealing his damp, furry chest, all of his dark hair laying matted against his skin. He was tanned and burned from the desert sun in odd tan lines, proof of his work, and your hands felt his sculpted form with joy, exploring all of him with abandon. 

You knocked off his boonie hat and watched him rake his hair back again, trying to keep it out of his face. It was straight in the front, but it began to curl when it reached his ears, wild and unkempt. 

Then, you heard the buckle jingle, and that familiar tool of his fell from the open folds of his pants. It was just as you had dreamt it, heavy and large, throbbing and flushed, excited to see you. He dipped the head of it into your lips, rubbing himself back and forth through your wetness, making you moan. 

“Oh, fuck… There you are. My girl. Needed you. Fuck, I needed you.” He wasn’t talking to you. Not really. He was sort of lamenting aloud, lost in his selfish thrusting, slicking himself in the softness of your body, bumping your clit on the way up and teasing your hole on the way down. 

Finally, he positioned himself at your center, carefully aligned with your tight opening, and he commanded you once more, 

“Spread your legs for me. Show me. I wanna see you… that’s it. So damn pretty.”

“John, please…” You begged, touching yourself, trying to show him how ready you were. 

He chuckled, pressing just the tip of his head into you, making you writhe,

“Whose pussy is this?”

“Yours…” You whispered, feeling particularly naughty about this call and response. 

“Whose!” He got in your face, close enough to kiss you but holding himself back, his voice louder and more forceful. 

“Yours! It’s yours. Please, fuck me, John,” you pleaded, gasping from being so near to your release and not being able to reach it. 

“Mine,” he thrust himself into you and watched you fall apart, feeling you pulse around him uncontrollably, “My fuckin’ pussy. All mine.”

He found a rhythm, but it was punishing. You had orgasm after orgasm pulled from you cruelly. There was no lovemaking. He was claiming you. You were familiar with his need after his tour, especially if it had been particularly difficult, but six months of not knowing if he’d ever see you again had made him rabid. Each thrust was like the touch of a glowing brand, marking you as his, reminding you of where you found your pleasure. 

You were not in control, not anymore. Any of your goading or teasing was immediately quashed by his dominance. You were just  a mixture of screaming bliss and sopping, milking noises, made by his effort between your legs. 

Frustrated that he couldn’t fuck you deeper, he pulled you from the countertop and down onto the cold tile floor. You were crawling onto the soft kitchen mat on your hands and knees, trying to catch your bearings when you felt him position himself behind you.

He grabbed your hair and pulled you into a high arch, shoving his fat cock back into you, sighing with relief as he did so, praising you in muttered, grunting words. 

He began to slam himself back into you, somehow feeling harder and thicker than before, filling you up to your limit. 

“Fuck!” You moaned, “Fuck…”

“Is that what you needed, love? Hm?” He leaned his body over yours like a hound, whispering into your neck.

“Yes, yes, yes yes…” You could barely breathe. 

“Needed your man, didn’t ya?”

“Yes, please…” Whatever words came to mind, you said them. You didn’t care. You could barely put a coherent thought together much less a full sentence. 

“I’m gonna fuck you like this until you can’t even remember his goddamn name.”

You smiled, cock-drunk and high from your repeated pleasure, peeking at him over your shoulder,

“Whose name?”

He laughed like a demon, fucking you faster, chasing his end,

“That’s my girl.”

When he lost his steady, pumping rhythm, he began to let out a barking shout, and you felt his come begin to drip from his body and into yours, heating you up in your core. He pushed his cock through it, frothing it inside of you, letting it drip down his shaft and coat his hair. 

He fell out of you, sitting back on his knees, pulling you into his lap with his last ounce of strength, and leaned against the kitchen cabinets, legs spread, holding you to his chest. John was breathing hard, his eyes shut. You reached up and touched his bottom lip, earning your fingertips a soft kiss. 

John opened his eyes and looked down at you, holding you close, begging you,

“Don’t leave me, baby. Please. Don’t leave me alone.”

“I’m not going anywhere, John. I’m right here,” you told him, petting his chest in comforting strokes, breathing hard with him.

“Stay,” he whispered, so low you almost couldn’t hear him, “Please, stay.”

You kissed his neck and whispered back, 

“I’ll stay. Forever. I promise.”

Your tired captain pulled you tighter into him, leaning a sweaty cheek against your forehead, smiling slightly, finally at some kind of peace.

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[fbfh]

Thinking about how aggressively protective over you dad!Tony is. Like whenever someone is fucking mean or rude to you, or generally gives you trouble like... you have to laugh. Cause you know what's coming. You were out running some errands (aka picking up falafel and shwarma for you, your dad, Peter, and Harley) when you ducked into a cute little boutique on the way. You saw a pair of sunglasses that were so cute, but upon further investigation, they had weird designs all along the sides. You laugh at how terrible it looks and get a picture to show your dad when you get back. You're about to leave when some stupid fucking Paul Blart mall cop drags you into the back of the store and accuses you of shoplifting. You just laugh. You laugh and ask Jarvis to call your dad. Knockoff Paul blart is trying to scare you into confessing to something you didn't do, threatening you with jail time and telling you your parents can't bail you out now, it's too late for that. You record part of the conversation and send it to your dad. About 0.0000001 second later you get a notification that he's on his way. You hear his repulsors outside and moments later he's storming into the back of the boutique.

"Okay, chachi, you've got about three seconds to explain to me what the hell you think you're doing here."

"Sir, are you the father of-"

"Three..."

"O-of this-"

"Two..."

"-was suspected to be shoplifting-"

"And you're done!"

You watch with a barely repressed laugh as your dad TEARS into this motherfucker. Like he is not holding back in he slightest. Tony KNOWS his kid. There is not a shadow of a doubt in his mind that this is a result of some miserable little man on a powertrip who couldn't get into cop school. And Tony TELLS HIM that to his fucking face. You watch a sad, angry little man reduced to tears after being roasted to within an inch of his life by your dad. It's giving "you pathetic, short little man. you don't have any friends, or any family, or any LAND." By the time he's finally done, you dad looks the guy dead in the eye ad tells him with more confidence that paul blart has ever felt in his life

"If you're lucky, maybe you'll be scrubbing my floors with a toothbrush. Maybe."

Tony ushers you out of there, ordering some food and coffee and asking Jarvis to cancel the next chunk of scheduled events so he can spend some time with you, make sure you're okay. He may or may not have also bought that little boutique, because when someone messes with his kid, Tony does NOT let it slide.

#drabbles #tony stark drabbles #tony stark #tony stark x reader #dad!tony #iron dad #tony stark x daughter!reader #tony stark x son!reader #tony stark x stark!reader #marvel drabbles #marvel #marvel x reader #marvel x stark!reader #this has been making me cackle for days #comfort #“all of you have daddy issues” “not me. I fuckin love my dad” (tony blasting acdc and blowing shit up with his repulsors in the background)

[gojos-fr-bae]

Liar pt. 7

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Pairing: Gojo x fem!eader

Warnings: Fluff to Angst, Drinking, Cussing, Club tings (lmk if I missed anything

Word Count: 1.3K

A/N: UGH, I hate this one too, idk what it is it just doesn't fulfill what I wanted, let me know anything you would like to see or have to say. Also, DO you guys want this story to have a happy or sad ending? I'm still deciding, I'm about to finish the series so...

(Requests open)

Satoru

Satoru was going batshit crazy running around his house like a headless chicken, trying to clean and baby-proof the house. Things had been going surprisingly smoothly with you and Kaito. He had been going absolutely amazing.

You guys had been going out as a family consistently for the past three months and you finally decided to let Kaito spend the night at Satoru’s. He had spent the whole day yesterday buying snacks, toys, and redecorating the nursery that he had been preparing for the day he would meet his boy.

He was running around making sure he had gotten rid of all his alcohol, although he couldn’t lie that he was buzzed at the moment although he had tried so hard to sober up, his body just wouldn’t let him.

Just before he could begin to spiral, he heard his doorbell ring.

He ran to the door as fast as his lanky legs would take him and quickly opened it. And there you stood.

Fuck you look beautiful.

You were just wearing the first thing you found at the top of your closet, but oh gosh you made it look so good.

In your arms was Kaito’s overnight bag and the precious angel in question. He looked up at his father with his iconic blue eyes, his little fingers having a grip stronger than gravity on your shirt.

Y/N

“Hi, Satoru, thank you so much again, I don’t know what I’d do without you,” you said, you had been swarmed with work and a mission you had to do, not to mention complete registering him for kindergarten and everyone was too busy to baby sit Kaito, everyone except for Satoru, and considering how much you knew he wanted this, and how much you wanted this for Kaito, you thought, why not. I mean, what could go wrong, Satoru is his dad and your baby is two years old. What harm could he possibly do?

“Hey, y-yeah, it's no problem! I would love to spend some time with the little guy,” He said, smiling at the boy who stared back at him, boredom evident in his face.

“Mhm, well here’s his bag, it has all his clothes toothbrush, the usual, and on the outer pocket I put a list of stuff he likes, hates, shouldn’t eat, beadtime instructions, emergency contac-”

“Hey, hey, hey, hey, calm down, he’ll be fine, I promise,” he whispered, holding your shoulders before taking the bag out of your hands, but you didn’t miss how they shook ever so slightly.

You set Kaito down before squatting down to look at him.

“Okay baby, I have to go now, remember what we talked about, and please listen to daddy, “ you said softly. Kaito’s eyes began to tear up as he began to reach out for you, whining softly.

“Oh, Kai, come on, you promised you’d be good, and I’ll be back first thing in the morning, okay?”you said.

“Uh-huh,” he replied, although his grip on your shirt wasn’t loosening in the slightest.

“Okay, I love you the most, okay, so so so so sooooo much.” you said, littering kisses all over his face, causing him to smile the cutest smile ever.

“Love you too!” he replied cutely.

And then, the time finally came for you to part with your little one. It pained you greatly to have to leave him, and it felt ten times worse for the little boy, but all you could do was look up at Satoru and hope he would keep your son safe.

***

Satoru

He stopped in front of Kaito’s room and opened the door to the boy’s room.

“And here’s your room” he stated as he closed off his tour.

Gojo helped Kaito unpack everything and get settled in his room before leading him to the kitchen whenever their dinner of burgers, pizza and fried chicken were waiting for them * Satoru could not cook to save his life*

The two sat and ate in awkward silence before he took Kaito into his playpen and the boy discovered a whole new world.

The thing was huge and filled with literally every toy under the sun. He giggled and ran towards it, ready to have the time of his life.

The night went by faster than he expected and it was finally time for Kaito to go to bed.

“Come on buddy, please just go to bed.” He said to the boy laying on the bed, claiming that he wasn’t tired. Satoru tried to leave but this kid and his iron grip reached for his arm, refusing to let go.

Sighing, Gojo just gave up and layed down on the bed, with his son on his chest, and just like magic, Kaito fell asleep within seconds, but Satoru was stuck. He didn’t want to move because he was scared of waking up the child, so he just accepted his fate and let sleep overcome him.

***

“Mama!!” Kaito screamed, running to you at breakneck speeds, you picked him up and hugged him tight. 

“Hi baby,” You said sweetly, smiling down at him. 

Satoru was leaning against a wall, his heart swelling at the scene before him. He could have had this. You could have been his family. It hurts to know that you are standing right before him, and yet, so out of reach.

“Thanks again Gojo, I owe you one.”

“Well…you could pay me back by going out with me?”

“Gojo…”

“Please Y/N, just this once,” He begged.

“Ok, ok, I'll think about it. Thank you so much again. Say bye to daddy Kai.”

“Bye-bye.” he said, waving at his dad, who waved back.” 

Once he closed the door, Satoru started jumping up and down, giggling giddily. YOU SAID YES, YOU’RE GOING TO ACTUALLY GO OUT WITH HIM.

If pure joy and elation were a person, it would be him.

***

Y/N

You were trying to push through the crowd at the club you had gaslit yourself into thinking you should go to. You had been so stressed recently and since Kaito wanted to hang out with Megumi, you  thought why not. Oh how you would come to regret this decision.

The hoard of grinding sweaty bodies, deafeningly loud music and strobing LEDs were becoming too much, you began to make your way to the bar, hoping for a chance to catch your breath, only to be met with an absolutely heartbreaking sight.

There was Gojo, sitting on a barstool right in front of you.  But that wasn’t the problem. No, the problem was the girl dressed in such a skimpy fit that a napkin would give her more coverage, grinding on him. And he was just sitting there.  He just held his glass, sipping on his whiskey and looking away from her with his hands on her waist. It looked like he was mumbling something to her but you couldn’t make it out from where you stood.

You saw nothing but red. Who the fuck does he think he is talking about how he missed you, asked you out, and then proceeds, to pull this shit.

You walked up to him, tears in your eyes, and slapped him with all your might.The girl looked at you in disgust but Satoru looked absolutely mortified.

“You fucking asshole!” You screamed at him. Heads turned towards you but you couldn’t care less. You turned and ran out of there as fast as your legs could take you. You could hear Gojo frantically calling out to you but you didn’t care. It’s like you completely blacked out. You ran, you don’t know where, you don’t know for how long, but you ran.

Eventually, your legs gave out. You fell on the sidewalk and sobbed into your hands. You couldn’t handle it. You thought he loved you. That he hadn’t changed, but no. Of Course not. Afterall, He’s Gojo Satoru.

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8

Again, let me know if u want a happy or sad ending. Thank you for reading this far :)

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[mint-yooxgi]

{8} - Hotel California - Yandere!Demonic Entities!Ateez X Reader

Yandere AU & Demon AU - Based off of This ask and Hotel California by Eagles

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst, Slight Humor

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Slight focus on Jongho this chapter)

Words: 9,844

Warnings: Blood mentioned, mentions and allusion to past sexual assault, sleazy comments (not said by any of the guys), violence. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: Here it is! Part one of what was only supposed to be one chapter. I almost debated splitting it into three parts given how much I still need to write for the next part, but I think two separate chapters instead of one should be fine. Anyways, I just wanted to get this out for you guys since I know you’ve all been waiting so patiently. The next part should be out tomorrow. I was going to do my best to have it all finished b tonight, but I have a really bad headache and feel like I'm ready to pass out soon. So, anyways, I still think you’ll enjoy what this chapter has in store, and I hope it makes you eager for the next chapter as well. As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

Main Story - Part Two - Part Three - Part Four - Part Five - Part Six - Part Seven - Mini Masterlist

The next day, you end up sleeping in later than usual. When you do wake, you feel slightly more groggy than normal, movements sluggish as you pull yourself out of bed. Heading towards the bathroom, you freshen yourself up a bit before trudging out of your room and down the hall.

Blinking a few times, you bring a hand up to rub at your eyes, a yawn escaping your lips. Though, as soon as you reach the main foyer and your gaze refocusses, your eyes nearly bulge out of your head.

“What the fuck!” Your voice ringing out, loud and clear, echoes throughout the room.

In an instant, all eight men are surrounding you, worry on all of their features. You can tell some of them seemingly also had a late start to their day, toothbrushes hanging out of both Jongho’s and San’s mouths, while Wooyoung still looks like he’s in his pyjamas.

“What? What’s wrong?” Wooyoung takes a step towards you cautiously.

You blink, caught off guard momentarily by his newly skunk dyed hair. Though, from the looks of things, he’s not the only one who’s suddenly changed his hair colour overnight. 

Both San and Seonghwa sport pink strands now. Seonghwa’s is more of a pastel shade of pink, contrasting his stark black hair you had become so used to on him. San’s, on the other hand, is a bright hot pink, pushed slightly away from his forehead for the moment with a headband. Even Hongjoong sports an almost electric blue, his locks shorter than they were when you saw him last night.

One thing is for sure, though. They all look good.

You swallow the sudden dryness in your throat, shaking your head to clear your thoughts in the next second. Then, you’re motion to the ground before your feet. “Why are there drops of blood everywhere? Are you guys okay?”

This time, it’s their turn to blink at you. Their mild jealous anger that still lingers from last night almost dissipating completely as they hear the concern clear in your voice. Truly, you have no idea what this means to them - for you to worry about them like this. Warmth floods their chests as soft smiles paint their features.

“What happened?” You continue to scan your gaze over the area, seemingly paying no mind to how fond they’re looking at you so suddenly. “Is this why you guys were so late getting back last night?” Then, as if realizing something, you practically freeze in your spot. “When did you guys get back last night?”

“The council meeting took us longer than we thought it would,” Yunho is the first to respond.

“Did something happen?” Your brow is furrowed as you look towards him, and Yunho cannot deny the way that his heart races in his chest at having your concerned filled gaze be directed entirely at him.

“You could say that.” Seonghwa sighs, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

It’s then that you shift your gaze to him, his spine straightening slightly beneath that same look on your features now being projected towards him.

“I repeat,” you glance around at all of them, “are you all okay?”

“We’re all fine,” Yeosang assures you with a soft smile painting his features.

“Never better,” Jongho pulls the toothbrush out of his mouth long enough to respond.

“Then why-“

“It’s not our blood.” Hongjoong cuts you off, and immediately you’re locking eyes with him.

“Oh, thank fuck.” The relieved sigh that escapes you is probably much louder than you intend, but at this point, you don’t care. Then, it’s as if his words finally sink in. “Wait, what?”

“We had some business to attend to after the council had finished for the evening.” Mingi informs you.

Realization crosses your features as you nod once, “I see.”

“Believe me, the other guys look worse,” Wooyoung jokes.

“I should hope so,” you snort, surprising even yourself by how unafraid you are in this moment. “Someone challenge your rule or something?”

“You have no idea,” finally, San speaks, holding his own toothbrush inches away from his mouth as he sighs.

“Okay,” your eyebrows raise, slightly amused. “Remind me not to cross you guys at any point in time.”

“My Love, you know we would never hurt you.” Hongjoong’s brow furrows slightly. Even if he knows you’re saying it partially as a joke, he cannot help but worry that you’re not taking that particular vow of theirs seriously.

“I know.” You hum, and they all look taken aback by your admission as your eyes roam over the dried droplets of blood on the floor once more. “I believe you.”

Really, you have no idea how much those words mean to them. Especially right now, as you say them in such a casual tone. Almost like a second thought.

First, you show clear worry for them. Now, you’re admitting to trusting them? Well, there is simply no greater feeling in the world. Despite what they believe to be a huge setback based on the events of last night, perhaps they’ve made more progress with you than they originally thought. Maybe they should leave you by yourself more often, especially if you act like this the very next day.

Still, they’d prefer not coming back to the same events as last night ever again.

“What time did you get back last night, anyways?” You turn back to look at them, failing to notice the way they all seem to stiffen the slightest bit at your inquiry.

San, Wooyoung, Seonghwa, and Mingi all have to suppress the growls that want to build in their chests as they recall the incident they stumbled home upon last night. Though, the other four aren’t doing much better. They’re just able to hide it well.

“Sometime after one, probably,” Yeosang is quick to break the building silence between all of you.

“Ah, I see,” you nod. If you recall correctly, you passed out just shortly before then.

A tense twitch upwards of your lips. You cut it real close then, last night. Thank fuck they got home later, just like you thought they would.

“We apologize if we worried you,” Yunho adds, and they all watch your reaction carefully.

“No, no,” you wave him off, a slight heat rising to your cheeks as you think back to how you were feeling while getting ready for bed last night. You fail to see the way his own lips twitch upwards in response, brow quirking ever so slightly. “Not at all. I just wasn’t expecting you guys to be gone for so long, is all.”

“We won’t ever make you wait that long for us again.” It’s Seonghwa who says this, meeting your gaze with an intense sincerity shining within his own that you’ve not quite seen from him before. 

Besides, if they had gotten home sooner, maybe then one of them could have helped you out, in more ways than one.

“It’s fine,” you chuckle, leaning back on the desk behind you where you notice one of their hats to be sitting. “Really.”

“We don’t necessarily enjoy leaving you by yourself for long periods of time.” Hongjoong voices, and you notice the way he seems to swallow, his throat bobbing with the movement.

“Oh, believe me,” you let out an amused huff as you cross your arms in front of your chest, “I noticed. Though, I have to admit, it was nice not having to worry about you guys reading my thoughts all the time.”

Something within their eyes flash, and this time, San and Mingi cannot suppress their growls. Besides, it has been a bit more difficult to read your thoughts lately thanks to that damn void you constantly think of now. You fail to see the way the two eldest shoot a side eyed glance in Yunho’s direction.

Your eyebrows raise dramatically, “is something wrong?”

“Not at all.” Jongho replies, a tight smile tugging at his lips.

“Right,” you drawl out the word, brow quirked as you look around at all of them once more. “Anyways, since you’re all here, I wanted to ask you something.”

“Anything,” Yeosang breathes out almost immediately, taking a small step towards you somewhat eagerly.

“I would like to go to the mall.”

They all blink at you in response, slightly caught off guard by your admission.

“Why?” There’s no malice in Wooyoung’s voice, only genuine curiosity.

“As much as I enjoy spending time in this house, I could use some human interaction.” You reply. “Plus, I need to get a few things for myself while we’re out.”

“Just tell us what you need and we’ll get it for you.” San’s response is immediate, him blinking at you as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

The retort you originally had been going to say dies in your throat as you think of something much better. An idea which has your lips twitching upwards in the corner as your brow quirks at all of them.

“So, you don’t want to spend the day out with me?” The smirk that pulls onto your features is deadly, and from the way they all stiffen, you know you’ve got them right where you want them. You begin to push yourself off of the desk you’re leaning against, “I understand if you’re all busy-“

In the blink of an eye, Jongho disappears, and then reappears, looking slightly more put together. His toothbrush is no longer held in his hand, and his hair is now brushed. He takes a step towards you, “let’s go.”

“Woah, hold on a second,” you chuckle, raising your one hand in a ‘wait’ gesture. “I need to change first.”

“We’ll go as soon as you’re ready, then.” It’s Hongjoong who answers you, already sitting on one of the couches in the foyer seeing as he’s already dressed for the day.

“Great!” You smile, excitedly scurrying back down the hallway and to your room. Then, from over your shoulder, you call, “give me half an hour!”

You’re so eager to get out of the house that it really only takes you twenty minutes to change and finish getting ready for the day. There’s a small spring to your step as you traverse back down the hallway, your purse slung over your shoulder as it practically bounces off of your side with every move you make.

Stepping back into the foyer, you notice that the blood has seemingly been cleaned up since you left to get ready. The hat that was previously on the desk is missing, too.

“Alright,” you cross your arms expectantly over your chest, a smile on your face as all eight of them turn towards you, “let’s go.”

“What mall do you want to go to?” Mingi asks, already making his way over to stand beside you before any one of his brothers can.

“Uh,” you blink, “honestly, I didn’t think I would get this far…” you trail off, before your eyebrow quirks playfully. “The one I used to work at should be fine.”

A few ‘okay’s and ‘alright’s echo around the room as Mingi moves to place his hand onto the small of your back. However, before he does so, he looks to you for confirmation. A fact which makes you blink slightly in shock, the simple act warming your heart more than you expect it to.

As soon as he gets a nod from you, your lips pulling into a soft smile, his hand is on your back. In the blink of an eye, he’s transported you outside one of the lesser known employee entrances, his brothers appearing right beside you.

You take a step forward, “gosh, this brings back memories.”

“Yeah?” San quirks a brow as he opens the side door for you.

“Yeah,” you nod in thanks as you walk past, the others following close behind. “On break, my coworkers and I would always hide out here during the holiday season so we wouldn’t get bothered by angry shoppers. I can’t count the amount of times people would try and stop us in the hallways, asking us about products from other stores which we didn’t work at, only to get mad at us when we told them that.”

“That’s stupid,” Yeosang’s brow furrows into a frown.

“You’re telling me,” you roll your eyes, leading them through the back hallways until you’re reaching the doors that will actually lead you into the main section of the mall. “Honestly, working retail is hell.”

“Now, that I can believe,” Wooyoung nods, hopping forwards to open the next door that appears just as you go to reach for it.

“Now I know why you weren’t that afraid at first when your friend summoned us,” Yunho jokes as you all step into the main hallway.

“Probably,” you snort, nodding slightly as your lips quirk upwards in the corners. “Retail workers are braver than anybody I know. The shit we have to put up with is remarkable.”

“I bet,” Mingi grins, along with his brothers. Really, they’re all more than ecstatic that you’re opening up to them like this.

“Where to first?” Seonghwa steps up beside you on your left as your head scans the hallway.

In an instant, your eyes are lighting up, lips parting slightly as your jaw drops. Your one hand comes up to tap excitedly at Jongho’s arm, who stands beside you to your right.

“Look!” You motion with your head as a large smile paints your features, already grabbing his hand in yours to drag him towards the bookstore a little ways down the hall. “The new book is out!”

The others can only blink in shock as Jongho turns to shoot them a smug grin as you lead him across the way and down to the bookstore. Immediately, the others are following close behind, San and Wooyoung grumbling in their minds about wanting you to drag them around with you next. Even Mingi cannot hide the pout that pulls onto his features at the way you so animatedly talk to Jongho for the moment about this new book.

“The cover is even more beautiful that I thought it would be,” you say, picking it up to run your fingers over the detailing of the design. You open the front cover, eyes catching on what’s printed there before turning it around to show Jongho. “And it’s a special edition!”

You begin to ramble as you walk into the store beside him, the other seven following close behind like lost puppies. Each so desperately wants to be able to share in this moment with you, and they do, in their own ways, but it’s not the same. At least Jongho knows what you’re talking about as you begin discussing the events in the past book, and your predictions for this new one.

Jealous wouldn’t even begin to describe them right now, and they’ve only just gotten here.

Then, as if you’ve read their minds, you’re turning to the seven of them. “I am so sorry for the person I become when I enter a bookstore.”

“My Love, there is no reason to apologize for who you are,” Hongjoong is the first to respond, a soft smile gracing his features. 

Despite the jealous pit burning within him once more, it still warms his heart to see you so passionate about something. The way your eyes shine as you quickly glance around the store only makes him fall even harder for you in this very moment. A fact which he knows all of his brothers are revelling in, too.

You smile softly, almost bashfully, as you avert your gaze. “Anyways, I’m probably going to be, like, an hour or so in here. So, you guys don’t need to hover around me the whole time.”

They all quirk a brow, save for Jongho who still stands right beside you.

“Let me rephrase that,” you begin. “Please don’t hover. I’ll feel crowded and rushed. I’ll be with Jongho, anyways, so you don’t need to worry.”

Before any of them can respond, Jongho is grabbing your hand in his once more, that same smug smirk tugging at his lips. “You heard her.”

This time, it’s him that drags you away from the others, leading you to the second story of the store to start there before any of them can protest.

You little shit. Yunho blinks in disbelief, gaze locked on Jongho’s back as he watches the two of you head up the escalators.

What can I say? He turns to shoot a pointed look down at the seven of them who have yet to move from their spots. You snooze, you lose.

Remind me to rip his head off later. San grumbles, crossing his arms in front of his chest.

Hey! Jongho whines. That’s not very nice!

Neither is stealing our love away to spend some alone time together when we’re supposed to all be spending the day with her. Yeosang retorts, casually looking over the table beside him which houses some books on music that catch his interest.

Whether we like it or not, this is something that we’ll have to get used to. Hongjoong adds, walking over to a display with a bunch of horror novels on it.

We’ll all have our moment, soon enough. Mingi is hopeful, saying this more to reassure himself than anything.

Yeah, well, I just wish it was sooner, rather than later. Seonghwa grumbles.

We all do, Wooyoung responds, heading over to the escalators with San to follow you and Jongho upstairs. Let’s just take it one step at a time.

That’s rich, coming from you. Yunho nearly snorts as he begins to browse the lower level, finding a section on art fairly quickly and smiling as he takes in all of the different books.

Hey! This time it’s Wooyoung who whines. At least I’m not the most impatient.

You’re definitely up there. Yeosang smirks, grabbing a book off of the table to flip through it briefly.

Let’s just enjoy today while we can, yeah? San voices, heading over to the cookbooks with Wooyoung in tow. 

Considering the night we had, I’m living for the fact that she actually wanted to spend some time with us today. Seonghwa is the next to head over to the escalators, eyes scanning the entirety of the store and taking it all in as he heads upstairs.

Exactly. Mingi practically sighs in bliss. San’s right. Let’s enjoy it while we can.

Have you guys noticed she seems much more chipper today? Jongho comments. Like, more open and accepting towards us?

The fact that she was clearly worried about us when she saw the blood on the floor makes me wonder, too. Yunho hums, somewhat knowingly.

You know, I hate to say it, Wooyoung begins, somewhat exasperatedly, but that’s what a good orgasm can do. Especially when you’re frustrated.

Were it not for the fact that they’re all in public, the snarls that build in their throats would have long since been vocalized.

Let’s just make sure that the next time she needs some relief, she comes to one of us, then. Seonghwa’s voice is firm, the others immediately agreeing right along with him.

How about we not put a damper on today? Hongjoong sighs, placing the horror novel that he was looking at back onto the display before picking up another one. I don’t like it anymore than all of you do, but what’s passed has passed. We’re not going to change it now. Seonghwa is right, let’s just make sure she calls for one of us if something like that were to happen again. I don’t want our sour moods from last night to affect what could be the start of a beautiful day out with our love.

A chorus of agreements come from every single one of them as they all continue to browse the store.

Still sucks, though. San grumbles. Seonghwa, Wooyoung, and Mingi all mumbling their agreement soon after.

Though, what truly gets them to shut up is a mental image projected into all of their minds a moment later, curtesy of Jongho. You seem to be standing in front of the Manga section, a large smile on your face as you turn to look at him from over your shoulder. Either you or him have just said something funny, for you’re letting out the most melodic laugh that they’ve ever heard in their entire lives in the next second.

They all go quiet, hearts warming at this small intimacy shared between all of them. Hell, San, Yunho, and Seonghwa nearly all drop the books that they had been holding at the time when the image first appeared in their minds.

Thank you, Jongho. It’s Yeosang who breaks the silence between all of them first. I really needed that right now.

I think we all did. Mingi’s reply is soft, lips tugging upwards gently as he blinks a few times to clear away the sudden tears that spring to his eyes from the intimacy of this shared memory.

I knew you’d all appreciate that as much as I did. There’s a smile in Jongho’s reply. They can hear it reflected in the fondness echoing throughout their heads as they’re sure he’s still watching you with that same lovestruck expression on his face that they know is mirrored on all of their own.

Sure enough, his gaze is loving as he watches you turn to face him once more, adjusting the strap of your purse over your one shoulder.

You grin, “this is why I keep a list of volumes I still need to collect on my phone.”

In an instant, you’re pulling out said object, unlocking it and opening the notes application. Scrolling through, you start at the beginning, taking your time to look through all of the titles to see if this bookstore has any of the volumes that you’re missing. It’s been a while since you’ve added to your collection, anyways.

Taking a step forwards, Jongho casually leans in to peer around your shoulder. Sure, he’s been close to you in the past, but not like this. A fact which just makes a hum of content build in his chest, especially since he can practically feel your body heat radiating against his own. 

You don’t seem to be uncomfortable, save for the slight way you stiffen at first when he gets in close, but he chalks that up to you simply being surprised by his sudden proximity. In fact, if Jongho didn’t know any better, he’d say you’re practically melting into him right now, as if you’re eager to lean into his grip, and he’s not even touching you yet.

That’s when he steps closer, practically pressing himself into your back as his hands find purchase on your waist. The best part is, you let him.

“What ones are you missing?” He asks, voice low right by your ear and sending a shiver down your spine involuntarily. A fact in which he notices, causing a subtle smirk to pull at his lips.

“Uh,” you swallow the sudden dryness in your throat as you scroll to the bottom of the list, “if you want to look for these ones,” you motion to the five bottom titles that appear on the screen vaguely with your thumb, “that would be great.”

“Of course, Darling,” his breath ghosts against the skin of your neck, causing a pleasant shiver to trail down your spine.

Then, just as quickly as the moment comes, it passes. In the blink of an eye, Jongho is already down by the opposite end of the shelves, crouching down to begin looking for the volumes of manga you just told him about.

You swallow once more, turning your attention to the shelves in front of you. Though, now, you find you can hardly focus on the titles, too caught up in the way his hands felt against your body. The ghost of his breath, and touch, still warms your skin.

Little do you know of the smirk that still tugs at the corner of his lips. He can feel you gazing at him out of the corner of your eyes. Fleeting glances as if you don’t want to be caught staring. Yet, Jongho doesn’t mind. In fact, he revels in your gaze. So much so, that he cannot help but take a knee. Leaning into the shelf a bit as if he’s looking at a series you’ve just told him to search for - which he is, in a way - Jongho extends his one leg out slightly, opposite knee raised in the air as he purposely flexes the muscle of his thigh.

The way he can hear your breath hitch in your throat has a pleased rumble building in his chest. He can’t count the amount of times he’s caught you sneaking glances at his body, especially at his thighs. To know that he can have this effect on you, without so much as doing anything, is profound. Truly, there is no greater feeling than knowing that he can affect you as badly as you affect him.

Then, as if he hadn’t just been putting himself on display for you, he reaches out to grab a volume off of the shelf. An innocent smile pulls at his features as he turns to look at you, showcasing the manga in his hand excitedly, “found one!”

Your smile is genuine, if not somewhat embarrassed at the possibility that you’ve just been caught checking him out. “Great!”

Intently, you stare at the shelf in front of you once you turn your attention back to it. At least five minutes must pass by until you’re blinking, finally able to clear your thoughts for the moment as you focus on the task at hand. Ten minutes later, and you’ve pulled five other volumes off of the shelf that you’re missing, Jongho managing to grab three more for you, too.

As soon as you attempt to take the manga from his hands, he’s quirking a brow at you. “What are you doing?”

“I was going to hold my books,” you reply as if it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

“What’s that?” He grins, teasingly. “You want me to hold all of your books for you? I’d love to.”

In the blink of an eye, he has your entire stack of books in his hands, a bright smile on his face. You have no idea how he managed to do that, given that your stack of books had been securely held in your own hands only moments before. 

You blink at him before a huff is escaping your lips, muttering under your breath, “damn demons and their damn powers."

Jongho only chuckles in response, motioning for you to lead on with his head.

Shaking your own, you smile to yourself, leading him on the the next section you usually peruse when you enter a bookshop. Only, when you reach where you remember it being last, it’s suddenly not there anymore. 

Your brow furrows slightly, looking around for an employee to help guide you in the right direction.

“You know, if there’s anything that you want to check out, just let me know,” you say casually as you walk back out into one of the main aisles, spotting a worker at one of the kiosks.

“Oh, believe me,” Jongho, again, has to suppress the growl that wants to escape him at the suggestive undertone of your words. Sure, you may not particularly mean them in that way, but he cannot help but to think of all of the ways in which he wants to check you out. Especially after last night. “I will.”

Soon, your voice manages to pull him out of his much too vivid thoughts about pushing you up against one of these shelves and claiming your lips with his own in a passionate kiss while no one’s around.

“Excuse me,” you begin, grabbing the attention of the worker at the kiosk. As soon as they turn around, your eyes are widening right alongside their own, “oh my god, Lainie?"

An excited squeal of your name is all you get in response as she wraps you in a hug. One of which you eagerly return.

“It’s so good to see you!” She says, pulling away to stare into your eyes as she holds you at arms length. “It’s been a while. How’ve you been?”

“I know, right?” You grin. “I’m well, just busy. You know, the usual. How are you? How’s the team? I miss them.”

“Oh, I get that,” she nods, dropping her hands as her eyes widen in understanding. “And I’ve been good, just working on some final projects for school. It’s been good here, same old, same old. Customers are good, some are bad.” She shrugs, then she’s smiling softly. “We all miss you, too. You should come visit more often!”

“I’ve been meaning to, I swear,” you reply, eyes briefly glancing over at Jongho who stands a little ways off to the side, making himself look busy by browsing through the books on display in front of him. “I promise I’ll try and stop by more often.”

“You better,” she threatens teasingly, wagging her finger at you. “We still have to hang out sometime, remember?”

“Of course!” You smile, nodding your head. “Is anyone else from the team in today that I know?”

“Ops was in earlier, but they all left already, unfortunately.” She tells you.

“Damn, I was hoping to say ‘hi’,” you sigh. “Next time, then.”

“Actually, unfortunately, I think Henry is still in,” she grimaces, and you both share a look. “So, be careful.”

“Who’s Henry?” Of course it would be now that Jongho decides it best to insert himself into the conversation.

“Oh, who’s this?” Lainie begins to look between Jongho and you with a quirked eyebrow, a knowing gleam in her eyes. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“He’s not-“

“Pleasure to meet you, Lainie,” Jongho smiles, turning on the charm as he extends a hand out for her to shake. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”

Of course Jongho would take every and any opportunity he can get to make people think he’s your significant other. It’s only been one of his greatest desires since he first saw you all those months ago. He’s not about to let you deny him that simple pleasure, especially not after the events of last night. Even if you turn to shoot him a pointed look from beside him as a result, nudging him slightly with your elbow subtly.

So far, he likes Lainie, hearing no malcontent in her thoughts towards you. Plus, you have talked about her a few times briefly in passing when you mention books you’ve been recommended in the past. In fact, he can tell just how much you adore each other as friends, even without hearing her thoughts projecting themselves shamelessly throughout the room. That’s why he didn’t bother interrupting until now. Both of your reactions, not to mention her own thoughts when she said this other male’s name, nearly had a scowl pulling at his lips.

“Oh, have you now?” She shoots you another knowing look as she shakes his hand, a giggle on her lips. It’s then that she sees your stack of books held in his opposite arm. “I see you’ve found yourself a gentleman.” At the topmost book she sees laying on the pile, of which he must have just added, she grins widely at you. “A gentleman who likes to read.”

“Lainie,” you shoot her a look, tight smile on your features as you can practically feel Jongho revelling in her praise.

It may be small, but knowing he’s gotten one of your friend’s approval means more to him than you’ll ever know. Which is exactly why when he did a brief examination of her thoughts, he grabbed her favourite book off of the shelf to seek that acceptance, especially if it meant her saying something in front of you. If others can see how good he is for you, then it’s only a matter of time before you do as well.

Little do you know of the three sets of ears on the same floor eavesdropping from around a few shelves, scowls resting on their faces as they can hear Jongho’s smug thoughts echoing Lainie’s compliments. It’s like he’s doing this on purpose to torture them, San and Wooyoung no longer focussing on the cookbooks in front of them as they share a brief look between each other. Even Seonghwa, who had been browsing through the romance section, nearly tears the novel in his hands to shreds.

The youngest is really pushing his luck right now, but at least there’s one thing that they can all agree on. None of them like this Henry guy, and they don’t even know what he looks like yet.

Only, before Jongho can bring up the point again, you’re cutting him off.

“Hey, where did we move fantasy to? It’s not where it usually is.” You say, drawing her attention back to you once more.

“Oh, follow me!” She immediately starts leading you to the opposite side of the store on the same level. “Yeah, we just moved sci-fi and fantasy the other week. Confused the shit out of our regulars.”

“You’re telling me,” you chuckle, noticing how Jongho remains silent for the moment.

“Anyways, here you go,” she motions down one of the last aisles of the floor. “I don’t want to keep you guys for too long, and I should probably get back to actually doing my job. If you need anything else, you know where to find me!”

“Thanks, Lainie,” you smile at her, waving after her as she walks off. “Will do.”

As soon as you see her disappear, you’re heading into the fantasy section. Only, you barely make it two steps in when Jongho is rounding on you, a fire lighting behind his eyes as he watches you carefully.

“Who’s Henry?” His voice is stern, but for some reason, you have a feeling it’s more out of concern for you than anything else.

You spare a brief glance in Jongho’s direction before you let out a sigh, “not a coworker I enjoy talking about.”

From the way he takes a small step towards you, you know that he’s begging to ask you why, but from the way he hesitates, you know that he’s doing his best to respect your boundaries and not pry. A fact which warms your heart for the moment, comforting you even if only slightly.

The last thing he wants to do is make you uncomfortable, for this topic already seems to be making you tense. A fact in which drives him insane knowing that there’s nothing he can do to alleviate your distress for the moment.

“I’ll tell you later,” you shoot him a tight smile. “For now, let’s just leave it at the fact that he makes me, and a lot of my other female presenting friends and coworkers, uncomfortable.”

“He’s one of those guys.” Jongho’s eyes widen in acknowledgement, the disgust clear in his tone.

“Thinks he can get away with anything just because he’s the boss’ son.” You spit, somewhat harshly, turning back to the shelves in front of you.

This time, Jongho doesn’t suppress the low growl that builds in his throat, eyes dark as he attempts to put a leash on his anger for the moment. Slowly, he puts the stack of your books in his hands down on one of the shelves beside him. It’s taking everything in him right now not to hunt this fucker down in the store right now and make him pay for everything he’s done to both you, and to others that you care about.

“Has he-“ Jongho practically snarls, lips curling over bared teeth at the mere thought of this bastard hurting you in any way. “Has he-“

You blink, sparing him a glance out of the corner of your eyes. “He’s tried, but so far, I’ve been lucky. He’s just really touchy with me. Makes comments, too.”

Jongho doesn’t even need to ask, he can tell just from your body language the types of advances this slug has made on you. He growls lowly once more, echoed by another, one aisle over.

Your eyebrows raise ever so slightly, “honestly, if I can’t tell you guys apart by snarls alone in a few month’s time, it’ll be a miracle.”

Within the next moment, Seonghwa is rounding the corner, a stack of five books held in his own hands.

“It’s a miracle we don’t tear this bastard apart for what he’s done to you.” He keeps his voice low, a scowl pulling at his features as he comes to stand beside Jongho.

Your eyes go wide, “okay, maybe don’t do that.”

“Believe me, it’s not the worst thing we’re thinking about doing to him.” Jongho briefly meets Seonghwa’s gaze, their eyes flashing beneath the artificial lights of the shop.

“I don’t think tearing him apart, or whatever you’re thinking of doing, in the middle of the store is going to be as effective as you think,” you smile tightly, a slight nervousness to your voice.

A moment of silence passes between you.

“Wooyoung’s complaining you won’t let him at least rip one of his arms off.” Seonghwa states casually, as if it’s the most normal conversation ever.

“Shhh,” your eyes go wide, “keep your voice down!”

Carefully, you look side to side, worried you might be overheard by other customers in the general area.

“Is that why you look like a deer in headlights right now?” Jongho chuckles. “Cause you’re worried about someone overhearing us?”

Your lips purse into a tight line, eyes darting between the two males standing across from you. “Perhaps.”

“Don’t worry, Darling,” Jongho smirks, “there’s no one around to overhear this conversation right now. Well, other than us, of course.”

You shake your head, turning back to the books in front of you and scanning over the titles briefly. “Damn demons and their damn powers.”

Jongho chuckles, recognizing your words from earlier.

“Have you all been eavesdropping this whole time?” You turn to shoot a pointed look at Seonghwa, knowing the other six can hear you right now as well.

“No!” Seonghwa is quick to respond, brow furrowing as he shakes his head.

Jongho nearly scoffs, hearing a resounding ’yes’ come from his other brothers scattered throughout the store.

Even you don’t look convinced as you hum to yourself, turning back to the shelf in front of you only to pull two novels off of it in the next second.

“Wooyoung still wants to know if the dismemberment is completely off of the table.” Seonghwa says casually, browsing the shelf to his left and no longer even looking at you.

You hesitate for a moment, lips parting as a small ‘uh’ escapes you.

That’s when Jongho’s eyes are widening ever so slightly in amusement as realization crosses his features. “You’ve thought about it before.”

She’s picturing it right now. Yunho’s voice in all of their heads nearly has a pleased groan escaping all of them. Though, none are as affected as Hongjoong, who suddenly has to support himself using one hand on the table that he had been perusing.

A brief moment of silence passes between the three of you as you place the two books in your hand beside the stack you already have going.

“Perhaps.” You shrug. “Though, it’s a little too bloody considering all of the books around here. It’d be a shame to damage such beautiful products with such a vile man’s blood.”

Where the hell is this coming from? San’s voice resounds, almost eagerly, in all of their heads.

Are you really complaining? Mingi quirks a brow as he browses a table full of mystery books, even though he knows none of them can see him right now.

Seems as if our love isn’t as innocent as we thought. Yeosang hums, a shiver of pleasure running down his spine as both he and Yunho lock eyes from across the store, smirks pulling onto their features.

“What would you have us do?” Seonghwa breathlessly replies as he places his own stack of books onto a shelf to his left. His gaze is desperate, pleading with you to see how ready and willing he is - how eager they all are - to serve you. Anything and everything you may want them to do right now, they would. No questions asked.

“Woah,” you raise a hand as if to say ‘slow down’, “I may have thought about it, but it doesn’t mean I actually want something bad to happen. I still have my own morals to consider-“

Suddenly, the sound of your name being called out from the opposite end of the aisle is drawing your attention. You freeze immediately, heart thundering in your chest as you turn around stiffly.

He snuck up on you. Probably came from one of the backrooms nearby.

“Henry,” you force a smile to your face as the two males behind you stiffen. “Hey.”

Immediately, you take a step backwards as said male approaches you with an overtly friendly smile on his face. Both Seonghwa and Jongho step forward, flanking you on either side as they stare down the sleazy male approaching you with open arms.

“What? No hug for an old friend?” He pouts as he stands directly across from you, a little too close for comfort.

Jongho’s free arm is around your lower back in a second, pulling you into him protectively. Likewise, the eldest takes another step in closer to you, his one arm slightly reaching out in front of you for added protection. Snarls nearly tug at both Jongho’s and Seonghwa’s lips as they feel Henry give them each a once over. His thoughts aren’t faring much better, either, only causing each demon’s anger to grow the longer you are kept in this situation.

“We were never friends.” You blink at him, and you can see how taken aback he is by your words. Hell, if it weren’t for both males standing protectively around you, you don’t think you would have had the courage to say such a thing to the man across from you.

“Oh, come on,” Henry huffs, a roll to his eyes. “Don’t be like that, sweetheart.”

Both males beside you can feel how physically repulsed you are when he says this, growls threatening to fall from their lips as they glare at the slug across from them. They want nothing more than to tear into this bastard’s flesh, ripping him limb from limb for even thinking he ever stood a chance with you. The fact that Henry has deluded himself into believing his advances were reciprocated disgusts them.

To say that they’re all furious would be a severe understatement.

Fuck it. Your voice resounding through their heads - all eight of them - as you drop your void for the moment, has each one of their hearts skipping a beat in their chests. If he so much as tries anything… they hang on to your every word with bated breath. Break his hands.

If Wooyoung could roar in happiness, he would do so this very instant. Instead, he begins to calmly make his way over to the section that you’re in, San following close behind with that same look of deadly calm on his own features. However, it’s Hongjoong that cannot suppress the maniacal grin that stretches across his lips as he focusses almost too intently on the summary of the book held in his hand.

“Don’t call me that.” Your tone is harsh, all forced sense of social etiquette disappearing from your features immediately.

“You never had an issue with it before,” he retorts with a huff. “Sweetheart.”

The disgust is clear on your features, fury bubbling beneath your skin and rolling through you like waves. The scowl that pulls at your features is dark enough to mirror both Seonghwa’s and Jongho’s own, leaning further into the younger male for support as his grip tightens around your waist.

“What’s with that sour look on your face?” Henry scoffs, quirking a brow. “I thought I told you that you’d be prettier if you smiled more.”

“Watch your fucking tongue, mortal.” 

It takes Seonghwa all the strength he has in him not to lunge at the man standing directly across from him in that very moment. Nobody talks to his Queen like that and gets away with it. A sentiment that he knows is shared by all of his brothers, especially when he sees both San and Wooyoung round the opposite corner of the aisle, black eyes on full display. Each male’s teeth are bared in a growl, hands visibly shaking as they all attempt to put a leash on their anger for your sake.

The last thing that any of them want to do is scare you away. Especially not after all the progress they’ve been making with you in the past few weeks alone. Besides, you’ve essentially asked them all to control themselves for the moment, and that’s exactly what they’re going to do. For you.

Downstairs, the four remaining demons immediately head towards the escalators, making their way upstairs as calmly as they can. Though, internally, there are storms raging within each one of them.

Jongho can feel you beginning to tremble from anger in his arms, and as soon as you place a hand onto Seonghwa’s shoulder, he can feel it, too. Though, he doesn’t know if it’s more for you or for him at this point, but it helps to calm him, even if only the slightest bit.

You take a deep breath, closing your eyes only momentarily to steady your nerves. Then, your entire body goes still as you exhale slowly through your nose.

Your eyes snap open, a harsh glare none of them have ever seen your wear gracing your features. “You’re not even worth my time."

It happens instantaneously. As soon as you go to turn around, Henry is reaching out to stop you. Only, a resounding crunch echoes through your ears as you shift to see Seonghwa harshly crushing Henry’s wrist in his hand, the human male’s fingers twitching as his face pales in horror. 

Tears line Henry’s vision as his mouth falls open in a silent scream, as if his voice has suddenly been stolen away from him. Which it has.

“If you ever lay a single finger on My Divine again,” Seonghwa’s voice is low, ominous like the threat of an approaching storm as his eyes flash black, “I’ll destroy you.”

Your breath catches in your throat, blinking a few times in shock at the sudden turn of events. Sure, you may have given them permission to do so, but you didn’t actually think anything would happen. Then again, you shouldn’t really be surprised at this point. They have stated time and time again that they would do anything for you.

Still, you do not want to admit to yourself the way your heart simply fluttered at the fact that he not only listened to you, but defended you without a second thought. You also don’t want to admit how insanely attractive you just found that to be. Maybe having them protect you isn’t such a bad thing, after all.

The longer Seonghwa stands crushing Henry’s wrist in his hand, the more tears spring to Henry’s eyes. His mouth parts like a fish out of water, words stolen from him like he’s under some type of spell. That’s when you realize, he probably is.

Then, an insurmountable amount of rage burns behind Henry’s eyes, going to take a swing at Seonghwa with his free arm. Only, before he can so much as pull his fist back, two resounding cracks echo through the space before you.

Another silent scream tears from Henry’s throat as he is forced to his knees. Both Wooyoung and San now each hold one of his arms behind his back, his shoulders clearly broken and dislocated. 

You don’t even need to turn to look at Jongho to know that his eyes are as black as each of his brother’s right now, his arm still securely wrapped around your waist.

“You’re fucking lucky we don’t kill you right now, you slug,” Wooyoung hisses into Henry’s ear, pulling harshly at his arm and causing a few more pops to be heard.

There’s something about the way you see pure, unaltered fear flash in Henry’s eyes that excites you in this moment. Finally, he is feeling an ounce of what you, and his other victims much unluckier than you, have felt whenever he’s in the same vicinity.

It is then that the other four round the corner behind you, stepping up to assess the situation. Smirks already adorn each of their features, eyes flashing black as they stare down at the man on his knees before them. Ideas swirl within their minds already about how they’re each going to torture him after this, each more creative than the last.

Only, your void dropping once more to let them all in to your thoughts have them pausing briefly in their movements.

Uh, won’t someone notice what’s going on? Your voice is full of worry, eyes flitting to the opposite end of the row of shelves where one of the openings reside.

Yeosang steps up beside you, a reassuring smile on his features as he shakes his head ‘no’.

What do you mean, ‘no’? Your brow furrows, looking between all of them that you can see for the moment as you are still held firm in Jongho’s grip.

We can alter people’s consciousness to avoid certain places for a while if we want. Mingi explains to you, stepping up beside Yeosang to your left.

What about the cameras? You look between them, worry clear on your features now.

Already taken care of. San draws your attention to him as the corner of his lips tug upwards in a smirk.

What? How? You head tilts ever so slightly in curiosity.

It’s almost second nature for us to mess with the frequencies nowadays. Mingi shrugs casually, a soft grin on his lips as he sees your eyes widen in wonder.

A moment of silence settles over you all as you let their words sink in. Then, an idea is springing into your mind.

Question. You blink, and they all turn to look at you with much softer gazes as they feel that familiar curiosity swirling within you once more after going so long without it. Can you ‘alter people’s consciousness’ full stop?

There’s not a hint of fear in your own mind as you ask. A fact which warms their hearts more than you’ll ever know. Then again, perhaps you’re not thinking about whether they have ever done it to you yet, or not. Not that they ever would.

Consciousness, emotions, memories, reality: you name it. Yunho tells you, and they watch as you nod along subtly to his words before your eyes are going wide. The mind is a fickle thing.

Geez, you let out a huff through your nose, is there anything you guys can’t do?

Well, I can’t cook. Mingi supplies, an almost sheepish shrug to his shoulder.

The statement catches you so off guard that you let out a small snort of laughter.

Sorry, sorry, you raise a hand to wave it slightly in front of you in an apologetic motion. I just wasn’t expecting that given the situation right now.

Mingi shares a grin with you, happy to know that he could at least make you laugh even during such a tense moment as this one.

You are taking this surprisingly well. Hongjoong comments, stepping around the others to stand beside Seonghwa who leans against one of the shelves with his arms crossed in front of his chest, still glaring at Henry before him.

Believe me, I’m just as surprised as you are right now. You reply, honestly. Maybe it’s because I feel safe when I’m with you guys. You shrug casually, unaware of how much your meaningful words affect them in this very moment in time. Though, it’s more than likely because I feel no remorse for this fucker. Like, at all.

At that, you all turn to look at the man practically pleading with you using just his eyes. Disgust washes over you, and all eight men are privy to your thoughts of gouging Henry’s eyes out just to make him stop staring at you like that.

Little do you know of the way that your thoughts affect each and every single one of them. Though, none are as affected as Hongjoong, Wooyoung, and Seonghwa are at the moment, pleased rumbles building in their chests as they allow your thoughts to echo shamelessly through their minds. Even San cannot help but to tighten his grip subconsciously around Henry’s arm in response, a pleasant shiver running down his spine.

Anyways, your voice draws their attention back to you once more, I know this is asking a lot, but killing him would be too easy. The reason I wanted to know that particular detail of your powers - which, I’ll admit, is terrifyingly cool, by the way - (they all smile at that, a smugness washing over them at the fact that they could impress you like this right now), is because I have an idea.

Anything. Yeosang repeats his word from earlier that day, all of their eyes shining as they wait with bated breath for your next words.

What would you have us do? San repeats Seonghwa’s words from only minutes earlier, meeting your gaze from across the way as eagerness shines in his dark irises. Anticipation claws at his chest, a feeling of which he knows is shared by all of his brothers right now.

Slowly, you take a step forward and out of Jongho’s arms in order to crouch down in front of Henry who looks at you with pleading eyes. The silence stretching on around him must be eating him alive right now, the unknown terror of what’s going to happen to him next clear in his eyes.

Your own gaze is blank as you tilt your head at him, almost mockingly, blinking once as you rest your elbows on your bent knees. Then, you smile. A malicious quirk of your lips upwards as you stare the man before you down.

“You’re never going to know peace again.” Your words are directed right at Henry, who whimpers as both San and Wooyoung tug at his broken arms once more to keep him from looking away. “You will constantly live in fear of something creeping in the shadows, hiding around every corner and waiting for the perfect opportunity to strike you down every chance it gets. You will constantly have to watch your back, too afraid of the dark and what solitude can bring. You will know the terror every single one of us feels when walking alone at night, always feeling like someone is following you, ready and willing to attack at a moment’s notice.”

A tear trails down his cheek, eyes pleading as his fingers begin to twitch on the hand with his crushed wrist. You catch the movement.

“Hurts, doesn’t it?” You hum, mocking sympathy as your lips tug downwards in a fake pout. That is, until you’re smirking once more. “Every time you so much as think of touching another person, you will be reminded of exactly how it felt for both of your shoulders to be broken. You will remember how it felt to feel helpless and terrified of what is coming next, scared for your pathetic excuse of a life. Every time you so much as reach for someone else, you will experience the pain of your wrist shattering beneath your skin, and be reminded that you do not own anyone.”

He begins thrashing in the two male’s grips, drawing more whimpers from his throat as tears flow freely from his eyes. You remain passive, observing him carefully.

He’s begging for mercy, isn’t he? You tilt your head once more to the side, eyes blank as you stare at him.

Embarrassingly so. Hongjoong hums, watching the scene before him with an unbelievably fond gaze as he leans back onto the shelf behind him.

Good. You let out a small puff of air through your nose in amusement.

“You will beg for death until the end, but find no comfort in it. Always, you will cling onto life, not quite knowing how, or why a useless waste of space like you has lasted for this long.” You smile, but it is anything but comforting as shadows fall over your features. “And if I ever see you lay your hands on another person again, if I so much as catch whiff of your disgusting scent, I will not be so kind.”

Another whimper escapes his throat as he meets your piercing gaze.

“Pathetic excuse of a human.” You spit. “You make me sick.”

Growls of approval echo all around you, causing your heart to race in your chest for a reason you don’t quite want to acknowledge just yet.

“Oh, and if you so much as try to tell anyone about anything that has transpired here today, or about your little issues, your voice will fail you as you suddenly cannot find the words to speak.” You add, that malicious smile still tugging at your lips. “I know that will be so difficult for you, since you never seem to know when to shut up, but you will. Whether you want to or not.”

You stand back to your full height, looking down at the man who has brought a countless amount of grief and terror to you, your friends and coworkers, and probably a numerous amount of others as well. 

You scowl, words like venom on your tongue. “The shadows are no longer your friends.”

Your final words resonate through the air as you turn your back to him. Bile rises in your throat as you think over everything that has just transpired in the past twenty minutes alone. 

Your one hand comes up to cover the lower half of your face as your eyes close. Did you really just do that? Not only that, but why did you enjoy it so much?

Slowly, you lower your one hand back to your side, eyes flashing open once more. I’m done here.

You don’t even bother to meet any of their gazes as you begin to walk past them. The sound of your footsteps echo alongside Henry’s muffled screams as they implement your wishes in his mind. It takes them no more than three seconds to do so, allowing the now unconscious male to slump onto the ground in a pathetic pool of his own tears.

#yandere ateez #ateez scenario #ateez imagines #yandere kpop #yandere au #kpop scenario #yandere jongho #yandere yunho #yandere hongjoong #yandere san #yandere seonghwa #yandere yeosang #yandere mingi #yandere wooyoung #wooyoung scenario #mingi scenario #yeosang scenarios #seonghwa scenario #hongjoong scenario #jongho scenario #yunho scenario #san scenario #kpop au #demon au

[happyandticklish]

I've Created a Monster

So, I took the, maybe ill-advised, plunge, and told the dude I've been seeing for the past three months that I'm into tickling

And it turned out fucking great, I still cannot believe my luck in this area

Apologies if I rant for a bit. I have been living out my dreams for the past couple of weeks and need to share it with someone (outside of a few people already in the community who I've already told) or I will explode. It gets a tad TMI at the end, so I put that bit under the cut for people's comfort. So beware of that in advance

So a bit of background. I had been seeing this dude for about a month and a half when we got on the subject of kinks. At first just kind of generally discussing them, and eventually getting into what we're into. And I admitted that I had one that was a bit weird, not only because it was unorthodox, but also because I had a huge amount of trouble actually saying what it was, which of course spiked his curiosity. But he was really chill about it and didn't push, but there kept being tickly moments that kept popping up naturally in the relationship, none of which were lasting longer than a couple seconds. As such, mostly out of frustration at the brevity of these moments, I mustered up the courage at 3am to finally confess.

He was quiet for a bit and mostly just held me (I think because I definitely looked as anxious as I felt--I also have to give him props for having patience during the three fucking minutes it took me to confess because I was working up the courage to simply say the Word). Then he started asking me how long I'd known that I was into it, why I was into it, what appealed to me about tickling, things along that line, all of which I stumbled my way through answering. He then proceeded to inform me that he didn't think I was weird, or that liking tickling was weird, and that he had been expecting much worse and thought it was kind of cute.

After that, tickling started cropping up more in the relationship. It took a while to explain that I was totally okay with more intense tickling and that me squirming away and sometimes asking him to stop were reflexes that should be ignored (it was somewhat endearing how he would immediatelly stop to make sure I was good, if somewhat frustrating sometimes), but he eventually got it. He even briefly pinned me down once, a move he has yet to repeat, but eventually I will get up the courage to ask him to.

I had told him that I was into both doing and receiving the tickling, but also that he was under no pressure to get tickled if he didn't want to. But after a while we were cuddling when he said, quote, "I think I'm actually into this tickling thing. It feels kind of nice whenever you do it to me, and I do love how much it gets to you." And then gave me permission to tickle him, which was way more than I was hoping for

Although he is able to control his reactions and just stay still for it which is baffling to me ("well if I moved, it would stop happening??" yeah?? I know?? But most people can't do that shit 🤨)

Guys. He started looking into tools and shit. This man is researching into the community. Came to me all excited like a dork, talking about feathers and toothbrushes and the fucking Wartenberg Wheel and how he thinks that he'd may be be down to include bondage with tickling stuff (which I'd mentioned I'd be into before). He was all, "I also discovered that some people are into tickle torture, isn't that wild?" Meanwhile I'm over here like, "yeah, it is wild, isn't it, imagine that haha"

He's suggested safe words on his own too, worked out boundaries,,,,

Anyways. He's embraced this way more than I can image and I am living the dream

TMI under cut! Avert your eyes if shmexy things make you uncomfy!

He's also started tickling me while we fuck (and sometimes when he goes down on me) and my fellow people of tumblr. It makes everything so insanely intense. I have had to be like, "babe, I love this, this is great, but I cannot concentrate on any coherent goal if you keep this up".

Also definitely discovered that my ass is ticklish during this process and it is a fact that he will not let go. Not that I am complaining 😏

#tickling #personal #spicy #tickle moments #its been wild man #the most i was hoping for when i got with someone was to maybe occasionally engage in moments of tickling the same as any other couple #definitely not this #i am living out my wildest fantasies over here #he could definitely probably go more intense than he does go but i also havent talked to him about that at all as im working up the courage #hes also obviously fine saying The Word and thinks its weird but endearing that i cant say it #he does think its weird that im so weird about this #because hes so intensely okay about anything he discovers hes into #but he says he finds it cute so ill take the win #the boo ❤️

[themthrfkinprincess]

My Astro Observations . . . TROIS

Welcome back to my posts. 😁👋🏾💗

Erm let's get into it I lol haha

This first one is not even an observation ✨but✨ whenever I just hear about Pisces I think of this photo:

This probably does not even freaking make sense to you. Well literally I was on Pinterest and I saw this and the very first thing that popped into my mind was Pisces. Like I don’t know. I think that the seal signifying toothpaste laying on the toothbrush in the middle of a rainy day very mutable water energy. There is something neptunian about it. It’s very Pisces moon to me being specific. Probably doesn’t not even make sense. My cousin is a Pisces, he reminds me of this. Hm. Idk. 🐟🫧🐟🫧

The three fire signs for absolutely no hickory darn dickory reason at all :

OOF Okay. Stereotypical. But these fuckers are just loud for no reason !!! Like fren I PRAY THEE TO SHUT THE FUCK UP🥺🥺🥺. I’m lying lol !! I love loud ppl ahaha !! 😭🤣 Like girl yes let’s yell for no apparent reason at all 😆💖 !! They’re so crazy you can take them anywhere !! But like girl wait cause you don’t want to be in A Quiet Place with them- they will have you UTTERLY. FUCKED😵🤯. Like okay- it’s not even if the person just talks loud or laughs loudly- the fellow sillylington just might quite literally make random noises. These are very spontaneous individuals. And when I speak of this I mean like maybe they might have a good amount of fire placements dominating or have some good influence of it. Like girly your just loud. 😭 I also want to include Gemini partially in this mix cause you guys do weird things out of nowhere I love it- I kind of mentioned this in my last post.

These placements are the Fifth Harmony of astrology- im talking Demi Lavato💀 I'm talking Exo 💀 Just big and loud 💀 You guys give Secret Love Song by Fifth Harmony💀

Taurus, Aries, Capricorn, Sagittarius ,Scorpio remind me of this:

My mom is a Scorpio- with prominent Capricorn influence- she is very much welcomed into the Nation of Idgafsia. LIKE WOW. I aspire to not give a fuck like her !! Like these five placements be minding they bussiness foreralzies !!! Like a bomb in somebody house across the street could go off and mean while they’re in the bathroom setting up their soaps and bodycare right before they get in the shower- like dimming the lights n lighting their candles n everything IM CRYING😭 AOSNDODNSK. These ppl r nonchalant. They’re relaxed and easy to hang around, I love it I love it I love it 💖

like no this be them fr 😭😭😭 :

But personally and specifically I think a Taurus would be the mayor/president of Idgafsia. Using a old friend for observation, I don’t personally know how you could not be cool with one. She reminds me of capybaras.

When I litteraly say shes this gif I mean it. I could put a posionus snake her bed. She would have probrobly wake up and be like “not you put a poisonous snake in my bed while I was sleep. girly that’s so crazy girl let me go to the hospital real quick. ima be back. 🏥🚶🏻‍♀️🗿 ” LIKE HUH??? CQFBHENNR😭. Like if it SERIOUSLY has nothing to do with anything pertaining to them they will rlly just be chilling forreal foreal. 🗿

Aries/Gemini/Water men are so breedable imo

LOL. Let me stop😭

but yeah i could give these men the meanest strap.

Also water sign men are so sexy? wtf??

You can’t tell an Aquarius or Scorpio SHIT. They are very much “erm ackshually my fellow scholar🤓👆🏾 the sun is shuprshingly 📝🤓not the biggest 🤓📚🧪 celestial body within our vast mind boggling universe-🤓👆🏾 you may want to consider looking into stars such Sirius 🤓🤓🤓”

Like yeah dude. We know that. An Aquarius would probably try to explain to you how to walk as if you had not learned that many years ago in your fresh years on this planet. Girl move.

It’s so infuriating!! I CANT count how many times I’ve seen Aquarius like this specifically. Like ouu girly you want to be an encyclopedia soooo bad 🙄🙄 Like I don’t know. You guys really seem like know it alls, it’s really your way or the highway. I wanna prove an Aquarius girly wrong so bad. JUST BECAUSE 😈

They are the personification of finding out your ass was really on the remote after all- and now you just don’t want to admit it. Like we don’t care fren just give us the remote I’m trying to watch Once Upon a Time for the 12948372th time. 😔😞

Like girly wrap it up or whatever 🙄

But no.

No.

I do understand genuinely you guys really like to find information that really helped you out at times-and spread it to dear ones. It's very nice of you seriously- we appreciate it. Thank you my beloved wanna-be-encyclopedia, like rlly seriously my pookie scrimblo sticks. 💗🥰

Speaking of Aquarian influence. MY GOD. Idc if it’s Saturnian or Uranian or whatever. If it’s Aquarian/Capricornian (does that even make sense? I have come to this DEFINITE conclusion; that AQUARIUS/CAPRICORN IS JUST SO SEXY🤯🤯🤯 but the big emphasis is on Aquarius like MY GAWD.

*Dance for You by Beyonce starts to play* Like no . . . Papi Hiddleston is SO. FOINE. *DRAMATIC EXPLOSION* He be having me GAWKIN!! you ever see somebody so sexy you get scared ?!?! 😧 like oooh im shivering in me timbers !!! 😰🫣😨

several Aquarius have done me like that N LOOK. DONT EVEN TRY IT- Yes. I’m a marvel girlie. I might litterly bring up anything marvel related on every post so don’t even be shocked lol. Just expect that from now on im so serious lol. and yo my sister mad whacky she said he’s ugly and talked about his bamboozled hairline what a friggin' bitch😔✋🏾n if you think so too on January 22nd, 2024- on that Monday at 8:17 AM you will slip on a banana peel. 😈 🍌🍌🍌

I’m getting sidetracked BUT I watched that new BBC interview of him after season 2.

AND YO.

HIS VOICE IS SO DEEP WHAT?? ZOO WEE MAMA !!! 🤤🤤🤤

But this is how Capricorn/Aquarius have me😋😋😋

like it’s me bby . . 😜😉 let me be ur girl . . . mmmh stop trippin papi 😚😋🥰

They are sex walking I’m so sorry. This goes for Capricorn too with that Saturn energy. You guys r so hawt n sexay. Like sheesh meowwwww puurrr slay the boots house down yas. 🐈😼 😈

Like jeez let’s play Cool Cat by queen real quick.

Now listen up!

Virgo, Sagittarius, Leo, Aquarius, Aries, Capricorn, and Gemini !!! Im talking to you !! 💗😋 These placements are so accepting imo. Like no- I've just noticed that these placements.

Virgo- I think you guys seem to be good listeners. This goes for Gemini too- maybe because they may share qualities with Mercury. They both do so in a caring sense- such in a sense that if you feel like maybe no one is hearing you/dont feel heard they will maybe at least try to hear you out. I think they r just great when u need an ear 💗

Now Aries, Sag, Leo Gemini and Aquarius I LOVE YOU AGH. Is it me or like I LOVE WATCHING YOU GUYS BE YOURSELVES AHH. You inspire me so much AHH!!

YOU GUYS INSPIRE ME TO BE BOLD N TO JUST BE MYSELF LIKE ARGHH MATEY!! IM GONNA DO IT!!!!!!

I feel like there are times. Where you can feel or felt unsure or awkward about yourself. In my opinion I often see these signs just doing their thing at times- it can be unapologetic. It does not even have to be bold or anything they can just be minding their business doing their everyday thing. I guess what I'm saying is I love how authentic the sign can be.

There is some sort of level of confidence in them that they can stand on. I love it.

And yeah- I've just come to this conclusion that Capricorns, Geminis and Aquarius can just be weird? Like lol. Thier humor can be so weird and so out of the box sometimes- personality too. I feel when they are literally just being them, it is very inspiring to me imo.

Like i feel like you can have a dance off in the kitchen like this at 4am with them idk 😭:

N i guess its why I think these signs (Cap, Leo, Aqua, Aries, Sag) can usually be very sexy easily bc they r just so authentic n raw to me its kind of poetic like im twirling my hair rn n giggling 🤭

I feel like Leo, Aquarius and Scorpio can be like this when hurt:

"I'm so tall, can't get over me

I'm so low, can't get under me

I must be all these things

For I just threw out the love of my dreams"

Of course- when it comes to modality the four signs will obviously have something in common. What I mean with Leo Aqaurius and Scorpio is- they are just so- well- fixed. I noticed they try to act like they don't care about something- when they very much in fact do. You can't jump over them, you can't get under them- you can't get besides them, and like even if you did- it cannot really affect them that much anyway . . . -right? It feels like punching a stone made of jelly on the inside (literally so random- ik fren lmfao) I can punch a stone, It's fine- well not my knuckles ofc- they can be so hard when hurt. Sheesh. Only if you knew that you wobbled up that Jello a little bit on the inside. (Does that even make sense?)

And don't even try to pick up the stone- its too heavy. They ground themselves whatever philosophy they got going on in their noggin🥴🥴🥴🥴- no matter if its emotionally or whatever.

"He is in my eyes, he is in my ears

He is in my blood, he is in my tears

I breathe love, and see him everyday

Even though my love's a world away

Oh, he's got me wondering

My righteousness is crumbling"

It will bother them. And bother them. And bother them. And bother them. Bother them. And Aqaurius with think about it- try to bargain about it imo. Scorpio with feel a very fucking speicfic way about it and not say SHIT. 🙄😒 Leo's are so silly- they just try to act unfazed

but we easily know lol like ok girl-I'm sorry but there is something too whimsical/unserious about them to not know when somethings wrong 😭. But yes-back to the point. In short- its so annoying with them bc three gwrorlies dont just want to admit or submit to things at first. These three live off of cool down time !!! lmfao 🤣 you really got to give them a moment. Maybe a long time too. They care so much. Too much at times- like girl be calm.

I feel like they can do the most. They will do all sorts of things just to stand on something- or an idea or feeling that they had. It is hard for them to be wrong, or to lose. Sometimes I feel like these three need to learn how to truly let things be or go. Not everything has to be a chess game fren. ☹️💗 It like they feel they need to be a few steps ahead- they might feel ashamed or disappointed or sad or otherwise with them.

erm i have few more things to say but im literally tired of typing lol.

Ciao!!

#Spotify #leo placements #leo #piscies #water placements #Pisces moon #Cancer #Fixed signs #scorpio placements #astro observations #astrology #capricorn #scorpio #taurus #taurus placements #sagitarius #Sagittarius placements #aquarius #aquarius placements #ikd how to tag like that

[tibbythetiger]

Hello, hello!! I’m back! I went and finally got to see the film in theaters (the first two times I watched it on Peacock)! I’m going to have a  direct continuation of my previous post!!

I feel like Mike and Ness get really close after the events of the movie. Like many people already HC, I think Ness is really invested in the mystery of Freddy’s. So when Mike suddenly quits and is literally ripped to shreds with Vanessa fucked up in the hospital, his theory senses are tingling. He doesn’t try to push Mike or Abby, even though it’s killing him to not know what is going on. While Mike is desperate to find a new job, he’s pretty much out of babysitters for Abby at this point. With Max dead, his Aunt out of commission, and Vanessa in the hospital, Ness graciously stands in for the others and ends up keeping Abby with him at the diner while Mike is job-hopping. 

Also, given the attack on their Aunt, they can’t stay in their house for a few weeks. Ness offers his tiny apartment to share, which prompts Ness and Mike to share a room, and well, after one night Mike and Ness both insist on sleeping on the floor, a bed as well. It’s super cute and domestic and it makes Mike yearn for a life like this. But, he’s still not quite ready to make a move on Ness; mostly because he’s still a little freshly traumatized by the events that just happened, but also because homeboy’s self-esteem is non-existent. Ness is still head over heels for Mike, but is trying to tone it down for the time being so he doesn’t freak Mike out. However, after about two weeks, when Abby crawls into bed with them both after a nightmare, Mike finally breaks down and tells Ness about what happened at Freddy’s.  He’s surprised when Ness just believes him. 

Once the bunny (ha) is out of the hat, Mike’s walls crumble a little bit more. Ness decides that this is the best time, and decides to plan a really cute night for the three of them. He makes them dinner and makes sure he has Abby and Mike’s favorite movies. It all goes fairly smoothly, Abby does end up eating most of her dinner, but Mike falls asleep part way through the first movie, and Ness ends up putting Abby to bed. When he’s in the hallway on his way back to Mike, he finds Mike there looking at him with a soft smile and he just leans in and kisses him. 

After that, they don’t really talk about it, but they’re just together from there. They’re not super out when they’re in public (mostly because it’s 2000, and we’re assuming this takes place in a mid-western state), but Abby understands that they’re together now. Nothing huge really changes between Mike and Ness, for the most part things stay the same. Ness still helps with Abby, they still have their lil movie/TV-watching sessions after Abby goes to bed. Where they used to awkwardly stay on opposite ends of the couch, they are cuddling now. (I agree with whoever said Mike is the little spoon because YES) It’s little kisses in the morning, holding hands when they’re able to get Abby from school together in the afternoons. 

Eventually, though Abby and Mike do move back into their house, this is mostly because, with Mike’s custody and house checks, they need to have more space in order to not tip off CPS that they’re gay. (Again, just basing this off the time period and the area we’re presuming this in, I could see the state using that against Mike) Ness still spends most nights at the house, and he has a toothbrush and drawer in Mike’s room.  

This is all I have for now!! Also, I’m not sure if I want their Aunt to be dead or just, have been attacked by Golden Freddy. I feel like it could have gone either way in the movie, and I think that it would probably make more sense for her to just be dead. I’m going to try and write more general HCs for these two tomorrow! Again, if someone wants to write this out as an actual fic, please feel free to do so! Just be sure to tag me so I can make sure I can read your work!

#mike x ness #securitywaiter #dreamtheory #fnaf ness #ness the waiter #mike schmidt

[oneforthemunny]

Always wanted to ask, how does each Eddie's house/apartment look like; where do you envision each of them living?

dom!eddie i picture living in a trailer sorta similar to wayne's. less stuff if that makes sense, since he hasn't lived there as long??? very boy decorated. mismatch, hand-me-down furniture. he tries to make it homey and tapes pictures of you and him on the wall lol. no frame, just packing tape and it's sweet and a little funny. quilts on the bed he got from wayne, posters in his room- maybe the living room. not a throw pillow in sight until you move in lol. probably like one plate, one fork, one spoon, one knife type vibe lol. very boy coded.

janitor!eddie i picture the same vibe as before (i'll call dom!eddie the default) until he moves in with you. i think it would be a small home. two bedrooms (technically three if you count the small 'office' space that you turned into a room). no garage, but he built a covering for you. it's very homey. he built shelves in the living room for all your books (i fuckin' lost the book blurb if anyone has it lol). lots of pictures on the wall, over the mantle. really just a very homey cozy vibe, and i'll leave how that looks up to you :)

older!eddie also has a house. it's not huge by any means, bigger than average. like a one story, three or four bedroom, two and a half bath kinda vibe. he got it after the divorce and he could afford it. he wanted brielle to have her own space and have some extra room for the hopeful future, and he's glad he did. probably very bare minimum as well before you moved in. like a nicer couch- no throw pillows, maybe one throw brielle bought at target, like one of those cheap ones from the $5 section lol. pictures of brielle in frames, but that's the only decor. not even a doormat. two flat ass pillows on the bed, but in nice sheets. a toothbrush holder, hand soap, and no towel on the bathroom. has a music room with his guitar and stuff, garage full of tools to do oil changes and stuff if he needs to. one half broken plastic laundry basket, and candles brielle brings home from bath and body works lol. please tell me you're getting the vibe lol.

mafia!eddie is a 180 entirely. ENTIRELY. mansion. he built it so it's new, but he wanted it to look gothic and ominous as fuck. like very unapproachable. dark exterior, steel gates at the front of the property. he bought land out in the middle of the woods in hawkins, off the beaten path for sure so you wouldn't see the entrance unless you were looking for it type? lots of dark red oriental carpets, red sheets, mahogany wood, chandeliers that are kinda dramatic and dark. all the furniture looks victorian but dark. i think it's mentioned in curiosity killed the cat that he was going for a vibe that was "a mix between dracula and the godfather" lol. large book shelves, candle opera lighting, dark grand stair well, bear skin rug (with the head bc he thought it looked sick). large, tall windows but all the glass is one way glass so it looks even freakier from the outside. very gothic victorian chic.

rockstar!eddie ok so pre-kids- he had a home in malibu, a penthouse in la. owns a couple different properties bc why not. he hired someone to decorate, but really it's like he put weird shit in there lol. like very rockstar- bachelor pad coded. like there's a fifty thousand dollar imported couch... next to light sabers on the wall that he won at a bidding bc they were used in a movie. bedroom is very... interesting lol. def has a waterbed in at least one room. has a bed post with clips for his... activities lol. probably a hook for a sex swing too. then a whole music memorabilia type room. plaques, his achievements, but also things he's collected.

tamed rockstar!eddie with kids- he lets nb decorate mainly but he also adds a few things. he designs the sex dungeon and it does in fact look like a dungeon. dramatic ass lighting, literal chain cuffs on the wall, a bed that with thick posts, mirror on the ceiling, a whole wall of toys. it's so him, like his mind. then he also has a studio in his basement. really, it started bc when he started having kids, he didn't want to leave his house. didn't want to drive into the city to record, so had one put there bc why not? he's got the $$ lol. he also gets the flowers pressed from their three weddings, the baby showers, any really big achievement- he'll get a bouquet made and pressed and preserved. nb always hangs them and decorates with them, and it makes him so proud lol.

bouncer!eddie lives in an apartment. it's very sketch, very cheap. like one bedroom, one bath, tiny ass kitchen and little living room. he literally just lives there. no personal touches beside a tv, a boombox. mattress on the ground, card table and folding chairs, leftover box as a nightstand, towel as a bath mat. he mainly stays at your place so he's not too worried about it, but the first time you come in, you're a little horrified.

cowboy!eddie- i know this is going to sound cliche but if you've ever seen the ranch on netflix lol. that's what i picture. like that wooden, ranch style house. a little older, i think it's been renovated since it was built like forever ago. small screened in porch, wooden dutch doors. a sun room in the back of the house with some house plants. an older couch and recliner, a wooden heater stove in the living room- it was apart of the original design of the house so he kept it, even with the ac/heating unit. patterned quilts on the bed, old school floral sheets that came with the house lol. really, he didn't do much to it besides add a few of his things when he moved in, because it was his grandparent's home before his.

modern!eddie had an apartment close to the park for a very small time. roomed with gareth, and then once he started staying with you, he didn't stay there anymore. probably didn't have a bed, but a futon they put in one of the rooms and had all their gaming stuff in it. he's victim of the striped, blue comforter that's faded as hell. has a rick and morty poster he put on the wall with thumb tacks. tv on the ground with his gaming stuff, wires everywhere. a closet that has shit spilling out of it. very messy lol.

#oneforthemunny #munnytalks #rockstar!eddie munson #mafia!eddie munson #modern!eddie munson #dom!eddie munson #janitor!eddie munson #cowboy!eddie munson #older!dilf!eddie munson #bouncer!eddie munson

[ohbo-ohno]

RE: the skincare routine and how reader would fall into stockholm syndrome - it's the routine. It's all about habits, and Simon knows the best way to get the results you want is by building trust between you and your captive.

So when reader tries to regain a bit of agency and normalcy in this new situation she finds herself in, she subconsciously starts with her little habits. She usually brushes her teeth and fills a glass of water to put on the bedside table whilst she sleeps, and although Johnny wants to do it all for her and pamper her within an inch of her life, Simon understands that allowing her to do it herself makes this all a bit more normal for her. She sits her toothbrush into the holder between theirs and places her glass on the bedside table before she climbs into bed with them.

Reader falls into the safety of routine and before she even realises it, she's asking nicely for things - can I at least get a decent moisturiser... please? - you really should use a separate shampoo and conditioner you know - we've run out of toothpaste again

She's settled in enough that Ghost gives Johnny the go-ahead to start doing things for her, taking the hairbrush out of her hand so he can comb it for her, and she just... lets him, because she's sleepy and he's really soft and careful with her hair, it's almost hypnotic, and Johnny's never hurt her... right?

(also imagine being made to sit on johnny or ghost's lap and having to point out the products you need as they scroll through their phone, and when they ask what retinol even does, you huff all cutely and try to explain whilst they sit back and just enjoy you)

you. we're best friends now. i love you for giving me this gift. im going to write some stuff but your ask stands perfectly on its own

you put everything about stockholm syndrome and routine perfectly. they'd want to force a routine, but also... not? like it's got to be something you also want, at least subconsciously. so a skincare routine is perfect! it's something you want to do, and something you have to do everyday. and they can pretend it's a reward when they give you all the usual brands and products you use.

johnny wants to do it for you sooooo badly. gets all twitchy when you sit in front of the sink to do it yourself. simon has to cuff the back of his neck, hold him still so he doesn't dart forward and just start treating you like a doll. he doesn't even know what to do. simon had tried explaining that you building a routine with them is important, but he just does not really care tbh. just wants to get his hands on you :(

first time she says we instead of i or you simon and johnny could hardly contain their joy. you're thinking of the three of you as a set!!! how it's meant to be!

also fuck you for talking about johnny brushing your hair for you. can't stop picturing it. he's so fucking soft sometimes oh my godddd

#heatherdewhoney #asks and answers #favorites #ghoap x reader

[anincompletelist]

wip word search :D

hi all! I've seen this game floating around in some other fandoms but never saw a credit -- so thank you to whoever created this game!! I've been tagged in several things over the last few days (tags below the cut) but I've already been sharing some last lines and will share something for wip wednesday tomorrow as well, so I thought I'd try a different kind of tag game for fun in the meantime! <3

RULES: use this generator to generate three random words (or however many you'd like to do!) and share the lines where they show up in your wips!

[my words were: wall, helpless, and love]

[wall] -- from bridesmaids

And Alex— Alex is Alex. Alex tries. Alex hits a wall. Alex tries again and hits the wall twice as hard this time, and he comes back with the bruises to prove it, but the wall’s still fucking there, spotless and daunting as it was to begin with. Rinse and fucking repeat.

(also, @firenati0n CAN YOU BELIEVE I GOT 'WALL' AS ONE OF MY WORDS? this is fate this has to be fate)

[helpless] -- from dom!henry

The toothbrush prods gently at Alex’s lip and he’s helpless to stop the sob that hiccups from his own mouth, falling backward into Henry and burying his face in his neck, unable to look at the image of himself in the mirror. He’s so tired. He couldn’t hold the toothbrush right now if he tried and that knowledge, somehow, is even worse than everything else tonight has been.

[love] -- from hitman au

He’d considered telling Henry as much but the words had gotten lost in his throat as Henry had whispered reassurances against his temple, held him like he was something worthy of being gentle with, had kissed Alex’s mangled and scarred skin like he’d been mapping out precious constellations instead of forging the jagged edges of Alex’s heart back together until it was able to beat once again.   Falling in love with Henry was always inevitable.

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OKAY so first off thank you to @inexplicablymine @rockyroadkylers @bigassbowlingballhead @getmehighonmagic @nocoastposts for the various tags these last few days, I ADORE ALL OF YOU AND YOUR WONDERFUL WORDS <3

I would ALSO like to tag all of you in return to do this if you'd like, as well as @firenati0n @hgejfmw-hgejhsf @kiwiana-writes @read-and-write- @happiness-of-the-pursuit @xthelastknownsurvivorx @whimsymanaged @getmehighonmagic @firstsprinces @heybuddy-drabbles @priincebutt @songliili @iboatedhere @ninzied @sparklepocalypse

but PLEASE CONSIDER THIS AN OPEN TAG as well (I didn't tag everyone I'd like to because I'm gonna have to tag a bunch of ya'll tomorrow probably too and I don't wanna be annoying so ksjdhkshd)

10000% no pressure, and I hope all of you had a lovely holiday and that you're doing well! will see all of ya'll tomorrow and then *hopefully* on jan 1 with something special..........

until then!

xx

#wips #tag games #rwrb #red white and royal blue #firstprince

[regulus-books]

wc: 396

warnings: none

notes: for the loveliest @foursaints, who always scratches my brain with their lovely rosekiller. also, I'll be doing marauder x reader oneshots over on @goldensunbathed, give me reqs for anyone marauders or even poly!marauders<3

Evan likes his job, he really does, but in this moment he questions why he spent so much time in school for it.

It's a normal day, a few patients, and then he gets to clean up, and leave. The secretary, his sister, Pandora, told him he's got one more person and then he can be done for the day.

When that patient is nearly 35 minutes late, shows up with messy hair and hickeys on his skin, Evan almost just up and leaves.

Barty Crouch Jr.

"Hello?" Pandora says, waving her hand in front of Evans face. "I already brought him back and sat him down."

"Thanks." Evan says, sighing and snapping on his gloves before walking back into the room, closing the door behind him.

Barty looks up at him and grins. "Where's my usual dentist? Clearly we'll have some tension, huh? Don't want you plucking out any molars, I need those." Evan sighs once more and sits on the rolling stool, scooting it underneath the head of the A-dec chair.

"How many times do you brush your teeth in a day?" Evan chooses to get straight into the appointment, not wanting too much small talk from his ex boyfriend.

"Should I be counting?"

"It shouldn't be hard. Twice, maybe three times a day," Evan takes the electrical toothbrush off of the tray and leans back to grab the toothpaste they use. "Is mint fine?" Evan asks, already opening the plastic lid of the toothpaste.

"Surprise me. You know how I like surprises." Barty's grin never falls, unfortunately for Evan.

"Alright, lean back and open your mouth."

"You'd like that, wouldn't you, Rosie?" Heat rises up in Evan, he tries not to let Barty get to him, but he knows how that nickname makes him feel.

"Can you just be mature for five seconds, Junior? Why do you always have to make me feel so fucking shitty about myself? Why do you always have to torture me, huh?" Barty doesn't shrink back, no, instead he reaches up and wraps his palm around the back of Evan's head, pulling him down and smashing their lips together.

"I love it when your mad at me," Barty says, not breaking the kiss.

The first to pull away is Evan, but when he sees the slightly faded look in Barty's eyes, he has to go in for more.

#regulus books #rosekiller #marauders #evan rosier #pandora rosier #barty crouch jr #dentist!evan #patient!barty #foursaints ml

[revluvzen]

[∞\ Irresistible /∞]

top!dom!Lucas x bottom!sub!male reader

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credits to the gif owner!!

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Categories: male femenine reader, top Lucas, bottom male reader, bratty reader, semi-public sex, size kink, anal sex, blowjob, rimming, various sex positions, long fic, smut with story, cockwarming, fingering, degradation kink (use of slut, whore, hoe, etc...), dirty talk, multiple orgasm, coming inside...

Reader is shorter and has a tinier body than Lucas. Descriptions of reader body includes him being "curvy", "tiny", having a big butt, etc.

Genre: Smut. MINORS DNI.

WC: 7,4k

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Made with love for @cherubsandswans ❤️

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"Shut up, or do you want them to know?"

A soft, hot breeze starts to hug your body. Cute flowers bloom everywhere. Spring has come! And what season would be better to do a trip out of the city with your friends?

Your phone starts ringing in the morning. The groupchat with your best friends quickly fills up with messages about going on a trip together.

"We should go to the beach! It's the perfect time to go!", Yangyang says. "Why don't we go to the countryside?", Xiaojun suggested. "I have a better idea: the mountains!", Hendery replies.

"Dat sounds great", Lucas says, answering to Hendery. "I haven't been to the mountains in a whiile", Ten follows. Soon, all of the eight members of the chat agree on going on a trip to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun took the time to book the plane tickets and some nights at a cabin on the mountains. Meanwhile, you start organising your luggage, selecting your best clothes and all the items you need for the trip.

"Am I forgetting something? Toothpaste, toothbrush, razor, shaving foam...", Hendery asks in the groupchat. "Remember bringing perfume!", Winwin replies. "How many underwear are u guys packing?", Kun asks. "I'm bringing one pair for each day", you answer

"y/n, don't forget your thongs!", Lucas replies. "Lucas, let's not be like that!", Xiaojun argues. Hendery sends a laughing sticker. "I'll bring the pink one, don't worry rofl", you reply.

Of all of your seven friends, Lucas is the one who you get along the most. He also seems to be the one who likes you the most in the friends group. But your friendship is kinda weird; he does a lot of out-of-tone jokes with you, even when you are with the rest of the group. He's sexy, for sure. If you had the opportunity, you would fuck with him; but he seems interested on looking for a girlfriend. Although, grabbing your big butt cheeks, slapping your bulge and making sexual remarks of you often makes you think he wants to fuck you so bad.

The weekend arrives. It's time to take the flight. The eight of you get into the airport and check in at the counter. When you get your ticket, you reunite with the rest of the guys to check who sits with whom.

"A7..." Hendery says. "I'm B7!", Yangyang comments, excited. "C7... so the three of us sit together", Ten says. Kun and Winwin sit together on D7 and E7 respectively.

"Let me check your ticket", Lucas says while getting near you and putting his hand on your shoulder. He's very tall in comparison to you, so he does that pretty much all the time. "Oh, so we sit together. F7 and G7". "I'm H7, I'll be next to you", Xiaojun follows. "Great, then! I brought food so we can share it", you say, laughing. They two laugh too. "It's gonna be exciting", Lucas tells.

All of you pass through departures and get on the plane. Hendery, Winwin, Lucas and Xiaojun got into first. You walk through the seats, trying to find yours.

The row where you, Lucas and Xiaojun have to sit is on the left side. When you reached your row, you had to pass through Lucas, who's already sat, to get to your place. As Lucas' long legs shortens the path, you struggle doing that. With your body giving your back to him, you try to walk to your seat.

Suddenly, a big slap lands on your butt. "Lucas! Behave!", Xiaojun loudly whispers. Apparently Yukhei couldn't resist spanking your ass, having it in front of him. "It's too round! I had to do it!", he says. You just smirk and finally have your seat.

The plane takes off. Like the brat you're, wouldn't be a good idea to keep him addicted to you during all the flight? "I have to go to the bathroom!", you say, standing up from your seat. You pass through Lucas again, making sure your butt stands out so he can react.

As you expected, Lucas slaps your butt with both of his big hands. "Lucas! Stop doing that!", Xiaojun yells at him. "If he keeps showing me his butt, I won't stop!", he says, making Xiaojun to roll his eyes. You leave a sassy smirk and walk to the bathroom. There, you kind of do nothing. You just make sure your pants are making your butt stand out enough.

Back to the seats, you walk again in front of Lucas' seat. Again, he slaps your ass; this time, stronger than ever. In fact, it made you leave a low gasp. "Lucas, what's wrong with you?! Y/N, try getting here with your butt not facing him", he suggests. "Do you want me to touch his crotch?", Lucas says, laughing. "Yukhei!!", Xiaojun yells at him, tired.

After some hours, the plane lands on the airport's ranway. All of you leave the airplane and wait for your luggages. The view from the airport windows is amazing: beautiful, green mountains and a bright sky. Finally, you left the airport and wait for the bus that will take the eight of you to the cabin.

The bus arrives and all of you left the airport. Gorgeous valleys with flowers surround the way to the cabin. Finally, the bus stops in front of a medium-size wooden cabin, with a nice view to the mountains. Kun and Xiaojun did a great job booking it.

"It's beautiful...", Winwin says, fascinated. "It is", Hendery follows. Kun and Xiaojun met the cabin's owner to obtain the key. After that, the eight of you enter the house.

A big and comfy living room unveils as you enter the cabin. There's a nice hearth on the side of the room, along with a big kitchen and picturesque couches that are in front of a giant TV screen. At the other side, there's a glass sliding door that leads to the garden, where a pool is located.

But, apparently (and honestly, by common sense), it's impossible to build a cabin big enough to house eight people in different bedrooms. So, the owner's solution was to put on some "premium sleeping bags" on the floor, near the fireplace. They have a temperature-regulating technology; but that's useless, as you would be near a source of heat. The bags are organised in rows and have a medium size.

"Wow... Such a pretty cabin!", Winwin says. "It's so big!", you say. "Like my dick!", Lucas replies to your comment. Nobody laughed. "Well, I think we can leave our luggages here and go hiking, don't you guys think?", Kun suggests. "Sounds like a great idea, we shouldn't waste our time", Xiaojun replies. "I rested well at the plane so I'm all ready", Yangyang says, excited.

You leave your luggage near one of the sleeping bags and wait for the rest of the group at the main entrance. When all of them finish organising their things, you start walking to a hiking trail near the cabin. The eight of you follow a rocky path, surrounded by tall and bushy trees. Some of the members are taking some pictures, while others just enjoy the peace and nature of the place.

Some long minutes later, you reach a viewpoint that's at the middle of the hiking trail. There, there are no trees blocking your view anymore. A beautiful scene of green valleys, vast mountains, pretty flowers and cute animals unveils. "It's beautiful...", Ten says. "I can't believe my eyes", Hendery follows. "I could be here all day long...", you say, fascinated.

You take time to rest while taking some pictures of the landscape. After that, all of you start walking through the trail again. The path doesn't have any trees at this point; on your left, there's a wood fence preventing people from falling over the cliff. On your right, the rocky wall of the mountain. The path is very wide so there's no chance of suffering of vertigo at all.

While walking, you noticed that your shoelaces untied. Taking advantage of a big rock at the side of the trail, you decide to put your foot there to tie them. "You guys keep walking, I'm gonna tie my shoelaces", you say, while walking to the rock. "Okay!", some of the members reply.

Putting your foot over the rock, you start tying your shoelaces. Suddenly, you feel something pressing towards your bottom. It's kind of obvious who could it be. How can Lucas be horny over you all day? But, at the end, he always gives you more and more opportunities to have him falling head over heel for you. Mischievously, you move your ass up and down on his crotch, with subtleness, while still tying your shoes.

It's surprising how his cock got hard in a matter of seconds. You can even feel the shape of his clothed tip pressing your butt. But that's enough. With your shoelaces tied up back again, you coldly walk away from the spot, not giving any look to him. You can hear a low sigh leaving his mouth, thirsty over getting more of you.

All of you keep walking down the trail. The path goes around the mountain, so, some minutes later, you're right back where the trail starts. The eight of you walk back to the cabin. The sun sets, making a beautiful landscape as it hides itself behind a mount. Soon, the night falls, and it's time to have a nice dinner.

Someone rings the door. It's the delivery guy! Hendery ordered some food for all of the group. Pizza, chicken wings and some salads are soon put over the table, along with some sodas and juices. All of you quickly set up the table and take a seat.

"Hm... this is delicious!", Yangyang says, filling his mouth with food. "It is... I would eat dozens of these!", Kun says, grabbing a slice of pizza. "After having that gross airplane food, this feels like heaven", you say.

"Talking about the flight, did you guys enjoy it? There was a little turbulence", Winwin says. "Oh, yes, I noticed it. Although, I got more annoyed by that baby crying", Kun says. "What annoyed me the most was Lucas. Fuck! He didn't stop smacking y/n butt whenever he stood up to go the bathroom!", Xiaojun says, complaining.

Lucas bursts in laughter. "Haha, it's just that it is so round! I can't hold it!", he says. "We were in a public space, you shouldn't joke like that!", Xiaojun replies. "Take it easy, man! I'm pretty sure y/n enjoyed it", Yukhei says. "Well, I would've enjoyed it being more rougher, haha", you say, trying to take the wind out of Lucas' sail. Some of the guys laugh.

"y/n, isn't Lucas' strong enough?" Hendery asks, laughing. "Hm... I don't think it's enough for me", you say, smirking. "Yeah? You think that? I can be rough, you know", Lucas asks, with a bold smile. "I know you, Yukhei. You're the kind of guy that talks a lot, but does nothing!", you tell him, smiling. "Ooh, y/n! You're gonna make him sad!", Yangyang says, laughing. Some of the members also quietly laugh. Lucas leaves a shy smirk and continues eating. "Yukhei has a lot of girls falling for him, I don't think he cares about what y/n says, anyways", Winwin says.

"He's joking a lot with y/n that I might actually think he's into him!", Yangyang says. While some of the guys laugh, Ten only leaves a quiet smirk. He has been awkward during all the conversation. All the members kind of suspect Lucas is into you, to greater or lesser extent. But Ten appears to know more than that.

Then, you remember. When you went hiking and tied your shoelaces midway, five of the guys kept walking down the path. And, if Lucas got behind you and pressed his bulge towards your bottom, that means... Ten was walking behind both of you. And saw it all. Even when you moved your ass up and down on it.

Well, who cares anyways? It doesn't change anything. Lucas looks frustrated that you're being bratty with him. But you already know him. That's only increasing his desire for you.

All of you finish dinning. It's time to go to sleep; tomorrow you'll be hiking to the lake, so you need to take good rest. You go to the bathroom to brush your teeth and change your clothes; then, you go directly to your sleeping bag. Kun turns off the lights and is the last to head out to sleep. You're in the middle of the sleeping bag row. At your side, there's Ten and Yangyang. Lucas went to sleep on the bag that's farther from you. After all that happened during the diner, he clearly doesn't want to be seem as he's desperate for you.

The room is kind of warm because of the fireplace, so you decided to not cover up with the integrated blanket. You use the bag as if it were a plain mattress. All the guys are already sleeping, but you started to scroll your Instagram for some minutes.

Then, you set an alarm and put your phone at your side, finally heading to sleep. That's what you thought, until you feel someone hugging you from behind.

Although some quiet snores resonate on the room, you could clearly heard what that person was whispering to you. "So... you say that I'm not enough for you...?". It's clearly Lucas. "I talk but do nothing, babe?", he continues, caressing your thigh, right below your shorts. "Well, you can prove me what you can do...", you tell him. Then, Lucas grabs your hand and puts it on his bulge. You can feel how his bulge is already so hard. And it's such a big cock, fuck. Exactly how you wanted, Lucas is desperate for you. Now, he doesn't want to do anything but doing what he desired during all the trip. Fuck you.

"That's what I'm planning to do", Lucas says. He grabs you by your waist and pulls you towards him, so his bulge presses on your ass. His tall and hunk figure traps your short and curvy body. He slides one of his hands down your shorts and underwear, searching for your tight bussy.

"Babe... you're wearing a thong...?", he says. You really are. You packed a cute pink thong, expecting that this would happen. "Don't you like it?", you reply, smirking. "Fucking slut... You were behaving like such a brat but you actually wanted to be fucked, don't you...?", he whispers to you. Some of the guys are quietly snoring of deeply sleeping, so none of them can hear what you both are talking.

"I guess I'll have to punish you... that's what you want right?", he says, inserting a finger down your bussy and starting to fingerfuck it quickly. You didn't expect he would be going fast that early; but, at the end, you know that he's discharging all his frustration on you, as you were so sassy and brat with him during all the trip. "Ah~ Lucas~ Fuck~ Ah~", you moan whispering. It's so hard to not be able to moan out loud because of the other guys on the room.

"You like it, don't you, whore?", he says, still rough fingering your hole with his long finger. You feel how your bussy quickly stretches for his long finger. After some minutes abusing your hole he inserts another finger. You feel how his both finger rearrange your insides, thrusting back and forth in your rim. "Y-Yes, ah~", you moan.

Minutes later, your bussy is already stretched enough, spasming as it got open wide because of how rough Lucas fingerfucked it. Trying to keep it quiet, he slowly slides down, positioning himself right in front of your ass. He takes off your pants and your thong. Soon, he starts licking your gaping hole. You feel how his hot, trembling tongue swirls your rim and tastes your insides, entering deep inside of you. It just feels so good. His tongue tickles and satisfies your bussy so good.

He keeps eating your ass during some minutes. While he does that, he massages your big butt cheeks, twisting them as he shoves his face in between your buttocks, to eat your hole as much as he can. "Oh, fuck yeah~", you whisper.

Lucas spits on your gaping hole. His saliva enters all the way down your inner walls, lubing them. He spreads it with his mouth, making sure that your bussy stays stretched an wet.

He goes back at fingering your hole, while eating it. With his fingers, he does a scissoring motion inside of you, stretching your bussy. Everytime he takes his fingers out of you, he sucks them, tasting your insides.

The way his big muscles immobilize your tiny frame and his fingers and tongue thrust in and out on your hole already gives you an gigantic amount of pleasure, making you wanna moan out loud like a bitch. It just feels so good, having your hot friend making you feel so good. Even hotter is the fact he's punishing you because you've been so bratty with him. You're so glad of that.

He's being so merciless with your hole. He fingerfucks your gaping bussy so quick. It just feels so fucking good. Some slow gasps comes out from your mouth as you're so aroused right now. Lucas quickly notices it. The fun has just started; it would be a shame if everyone in the room woke up because of your moans and have to stop the action. With his long fingers impregnated with his saliva and your hole scent, he takes them to your face and introduce them on your mouth, silencing you.

You love how his fingers taste, all wet with his delicious saliva. You can also notice the taste of your insides. It's so fucking hot. Yukhei doesn't hesitate on using his other hand to keep fingering your hole while still licking it all. With your bussy gaping that much, he can't resist spitting inside of it repeatedly. "Fill me up~ Yeah~", you whisper.

Some minutes later, Lucas goes back to his original position. Cuddling and trapping you with his muscle figure, he moves your tiny and curvy frame so you're now facing face to face.

Lucas quickly grabs you by your nape and shuts your exhalations with a kiss. His lips, so impregnated with the flavour of your insides, feel so good. He's so rough too; he loves biting your lips. It looks like he wanted to do this since a long time. The lustful kiss makes both of you so horny that you quietly moan inside of his mouth. Your tongue meet his, your salivas dancing between each other mouth.

Lucas pulls out from the kiss. "Now, you will taste what you fucking wanted, babe", he says. "You better choke me with it", you whisper, smirking. Yukhei grabs your head and pushes you down, so your face now is facing right in front of his crotch. Then, you start giving soft kisses on his clothed bulge.

With his hand on your nape, you start licking his bulge up and down. You can clearly feel where his length starts and where his tip is. And yes. It's so fucking huge.

"Fuck, babe...", he says. He takes off his pants and boxers. His huge cock unveils right in front of you. It's thick, long and a little bit darker than his skin tone. Lucas starts hitting your face with his cock, rimming your mouth with his tip. "Open wide", he whispers. "Make me", you reply, shameless.

Lucas' hand slides down to your chin, raising your face a little, so you can now stare directly at his eyes. Then, his fingers go to your mouth, softly grabbing your lips and opening your mouth. Right next, he aligns his cock right on your lips. It didn't take long before he shove his dick on your slutty mouth, making you suck it as he pushes and pulls you by your hair. "Fuck yeah", he says.

You start giving head on Lucas huge cock. He supports by slowly thrusting into your mouth. Hi veiny, thick dick goes in and out on your mouth, leaking his precum over your tongue. It's so delicious. You can taste the flavour of his skin and his tip, along with the spicy of his precum. Your slutty lips retract his foreskin, so his tip touches the back of your throat.

You put one of your hands on his cock, so you can jerk him off while sucking him. As you masturbate him, his precum milks on your tongue. His pace goes faster over time, kind of already fucking your mouth. "No gag reflex? Such a fucking hoe...", he says. And he's right. Having his tasty cock inside of you, why would you mind on gagging? That would wake up the rest of the guys and make you stop the action.

As he fucks your mouth so rough, you drool. Threads of saliva falls on Lucas' balls, then dropping on the sleeping bag. Lucas keeps fuckingg your mouth during some minutes, his tip abusing the end of your throat. Your palate is gonna have some bruises after this. "Fuck yeah~ Such a hoe for me", he says.

Lucas takes off his wet cock out of your mouth and hits your face with it. His huge, delicious dick travels around your face. His tip paints your cheeks and forehead with precum, while the rest of his hot length lays on your face. "Yeah, yeah~ So good~", you moan. After hitting your face with his cock, he goes back to fucking your mouth, thrusting in and out in it. "Suck on my cock, yeah~ Just like that", he whispers.

After some minutes of giving head on Lucas tasty cock, he grabs you by your waist and pulls you back at your previous position, with your butt laying on his cock. "Be prepared", he whispers. "I'm gonna fuck you like nobody ever fucked you".

"You believe you can?", you say, smirking. "Fucking bitch", he says, fingering your hole again with a insanely fast pace. Fuck, it feels so fucking good. He's being so rough. His fingers repeatedly hit your prostate, not letting you even breath correctly.

Now that your bussy is gaping enough, Lucas aligns his big thick cock on your entrance. "It's going all in, like you surely want, my slut", he says. Slowly, he starts introducing his dick inside of you. "Oh my god.. oh my god~", you moan whispering. It's already so huge; and he's only halfway through it.

His tall figure hugs your tiny frame. Your bussy opens wide on his cock, that he's introducing deeper and deeper into you. Your hole stretches to make way for his dick. His veins massage your inner walls, while his tip reaches deep inside of you, passing through your prostate on the way. His balls smack on your big booty as he inserts all of his cock. "Oh yeah~ That's it~", he moans.

Grabbing your curvy bottom with his big hands, he starts thrusting into you, fucking your bussy in a slow pace. You feel how his cock slowly pulls out of your hole, then impaling you with a powerful thrust. He just started fucking you, but you already can't hide your moans anymore. You stop biting your lips, now you just try to moan your pleasure out the quietest you can, hoping that the snores the rest of the guys does covers them.

It feels so fucking good having Lucas fucking you; your bussy is so satisfied by his enormous cock. You feel how a hot pool of arousal builds up on your back, spreading pleasure all oee your body. Both of you start sweating, as both of you are so horny right now. The heat from the fireplace just helps to keep both of you aroused during your steamy sex.

Lucas starts fucking into you faster, but still with a normal pace. His cock goes in and out on your stretched bussy, stimulating your sensitive point; your prostate. Every time he hits that point, you just want to moan out loud from the pleasure. And Lucas fucking know that. He know how he has to thrust to hit that point. Yukhei fucks you with a regular pace, but he makes sure to do precise movements to stimulate you. He just fucks so good, no one ever make you feel like that.

With his big cock rearranging your insides, it's getting obvious that you cannot resist your moans anymore. "...f-fuck~ it feels so good~ ah~", you moan, whispering kinda loud. "Babe~ Don't moan~ Otherwise I would have to stop fucking your bussy, do you want that to happen?", Lucas says, whispering. You keep being fucked so good by he, unable to shut up your moans. "I~ I can't~ You fuck me so good~", you moan low.

"Fuck, you're such a slut you're not even able to shut the fucking up?", he asks, grabbing his dirty briefs, wet with some precum and sweat. He puts them right on your mouth, shutting you up. It smells so good, his masculine odor right on your nose, while his fratboy-like body keeps pounding on you. You're on heaven right now

"Hm~ hm~". Silent moans leave your mouth as Lucas keeps thrusting into you. His large and thick cock enters all deep on your bussy; his tip abusing your prostate as it goes in and out. "You do so good to me babe~ Taking my cock like that~", Yukhei says.

He pulls out and gets his head right behind of your ass again, licking your so fucking gaping bussy. He tastes your insides, impregnated with the flavour of his cock. You feel his tongue playing around your rim, and inserting in on your hole. He's so good at eating your ass; he truly loves it and was so desperate to have it on his face.

After some short minutes, he goes back to fucking you. He aligns his cock with your now more lubed hole and starts thrusting into it, with the same pace as before.

Lucas has a lot of stamina; he keeps fucking you over some long time, not giving any sign of being close to come. Although, you're already a mess. His big cock repeatedly penetrating your hole makes you want to come without even touching yourself. But, everytime he feels you're reaching your climax, he pulls out or sets a slow pace. Sobbing, you murmur inside of Lucas' brief, in order to make him take them out of your face. He does so.

"Y-Yukhei~ Fuck me rough, please. I wanna feel your cum inside of me~", you ask him. "Hm~ You were being such a fucking brat all this time, do you think you deserve my cum?", he whispers. "Well... Do you think you deserve my ass?", you ask, smirking at him.

Such a nice play. "Fucking whore, now you got be mad. Be ready to feel all my fucking milk, slut", he whispers, heavily breathing. Lucas starts pounding on your ass frenetically. His cock is getting in and out your bussy so fucking fast.

"Ah~ Ah~ Yeah! Just like that!", you whisper, moaning. "I told you to shut the fucking up", Lucas says. He pulls out his huge cock out of your hole, and inserts two of his fingers down your bussy. He does some scissoring motion with his fingers inside of you before pressing them upwards, then taking them out of your hole.

Lucas puts his fingers right on your mouth, while he goes back to fuck you rough with his thick and long dick. "This will shut you up for a little, make sure to taste yourself", he whispers. And you do so. You lick Lucas' long fingers, tasting his delicious precum and flavour of his skin and your inner walls. "Hm~".

Lucas keeps drilling your hole. Your bussy is so fucking stretched at this point, his jock body thrusting frenziedly into your tiny and curvy frame. His angry red tip reaches all the way down your hole, abusing your now overstimulated prostate. Your whole body twitches everytime he hits that spot. And he does that repeatedly; you're so messy right now.

The sound of your butt cheeks being hit by his thrusting waist resonate on the cabin. Good thing the guys' snoring cover them, so Lucas has the freedom to fuck you as if there's no tomorrow. His pace goes faster and faster. His fucking large, thick and veiny cock feels so good inside of you. Some tears leak out of your eyes as the big amount of pleasure you feel pools all over your body, making you so happy.

Long minutes later, you feel Lucas pace faltering. He keeps thrusting into you fast, but his movements are getting messier. He takes off his fingers out of your mouth, and puts his hand on your butt, with the other one on your shoulder, in order to take all the control of your small body. You ass jiggles as Yukhei fucks your like that. "Ah~ Yes~", you moan, whispering.

"I-I don't think I can last longer", Lucas tells you, fucking into your buddy rougher and rougher. Some soft moans leave from Yukhei's mouth, arousing your ears. He's reaching his climax; in a matter of seconds, he would come inside of you.

Lucas body starts trembling as the hot pleasure pools on his crotch, ready to fill you up. His pace is so fucking fast and messy right now. You do your best to not moan out loud, but you can't. "AH~ Fill my fucking bussy~!", you moan. "F-Fuck, I'm so close", he says. He gets near your face and grabs you by your chin, pulling you to kiss you in a passionate way. Your moans suddenly shut into sexy screams inside of his mouth.

Lucas can't take it anymore. His body convulses, and his hot cum quickly fills up your insides. You feel how his jizz flows out of his tip, drenching your inner walls, also wetting your prostate and all his length that's still deep inside of you. In fact, his cock twitches inside of you, his veins pumping at the rhythm of his heartbeat.

Yukhei rolls his eyes back as he milks every last drop of his seed inside of you. Your small body convulses as you feel all the thick cum getting inside of you. You're so fucking happy right now, it just feels so good having his milk flowing past your prostate, heating up your body.

It feels so fucking good having his hot seeds inside of you. You were wanting that since a lot of time. And Lucas has been desperate for filling your hole. He has been wishing and flirting with you during months, looking up to finally get the chance of fucking you. Both of you leave some breathy moans, so horny as he reached his climax and you got filled up.

After the electric feeling of his orgasm ends, Lucas hugs you and leaves some passionate kisses on your neck. "Lucky thing, apparently no one woke up, babe", he whispers. "You moaned so fucking loud, such a slut for me~", he continues. "L-Lucas~ You make me so good~", you quietly whimper. "Hm... Don't think he have finished here... Now that I finally get to fuck you, I will fill you up so fucking much", he says. That "warning" turns you on a lot. It already feels so good having his big load inside of you, how would it feel if he keeps coming inside?

Lucas takes off his cock from inside of you. "Bend over and suck it, babe~", he whispers. You move so you're now facing towards him, and bend over to suck his cock. You grab it with one hand and start sucking. It's a explosion of flavours: the taste of his cum, his sweat, his flesh and your insides all combine on your mouth. So fucking delicious. You give head on him on a fast pace, as you just want more and more of his big thick cock.

You swirl your tongue all over his length, sometimes licking his balls. He grabs you by your nape and slowly thrust into your mouth. Combined with your head movements, it makes you take almost all of Lucas' cock in your mouth. It's so fucking tasty.

With Lucas cock all wet again, he takes off his cock again, desperate to insert his cock in your bussy again. "We're gonna change position now, I want to see your cute face while I fuck you~", he says. He grabs your body with his big hands and makes you lay on your back, over the sleeping bag. Then, he gets between your legs, raising them a little so you show him your already abused bussy.

Lucas swirls his tongue on your gaping bussy, tasting his own cum and the flavour of your hole. He looks so happy and desperate doing that. He eats your ass with so much passion; he clearly loves ass. Your ass, to be specific.

You feel how his tongue almost reach your prostate, as he doesn't have any trouble at introducing it deep inside of you as your bussy is so stretched right now. He seems to be licking off his own cum, but in fact; he just mixes it with his saliva inside of his mouth and spits it inside your hole. He's making sure you keep being filled with his fluids.

Lucas insert two of his fingers inside of you. They didn't even struggle to make its way inside of your bussy as it is already gaping enough. He whips the cum and saliva that's inside of you as he fingerfucks your hole. It feels so fucking good, such a pity you can't scream out loud.

After some minutes of Lucas fingerfucking and rimming your already stimulated bussy, he slides himself above your body and aligns his cock on your entrance, being in a missionary-like position. He then introduces his big thick cock again on your hole, starting with an already fast pace. He's so fucking horny and desperate for you. All his frustration for not being able to fuck you before is getting discharged right now. You feel his cock whipping the cum that's already warming your prostate, making you feel so fucking good. A hot pool of pleasure spreads all over your body, making you enter a state of euphoria.

You bite your lips in order to not moan out load; but some quiet whimpers exit your mouth. Lucas, who is quietly growling as he fucks you so rough, shuts your mouth with a passionate kiss, so both of you are now moaning inside each other's throat.

Bad thing is... apparently your euphoric state forgot about taking care of your surroundings. You can hear someone whispering, in a tired voice: "Wh-What's that noise...?". It's Ten voice. Fuck.

The rest of the guys keep snoring, so it's surprising he can hear you fucking. Lucas stays still, with his cock inside of your bussy. He quietly grabs a sheet that's integrated with the sleeping bag to cover both of you.

"I swear I thought someone was moaning, with some femenine voice...", Ten whispers to himself, standing up from his bag. He wips his eyes while walking to the bathroom to refresh himself up. Lucky thing, he's so tired he didn't even noticed both of you.

Lucas does slow movements, fucking you quietly but with precisse thrusts, so his tip does all deep inside of your bussy, brushing your prostate with his pumped veins. So fucking good. He keeps kissing you, trying to shut your quiet moans, softly biting your lips.

Ten comes back from the bathroom. You can't truly see something as you're all covered with the sheets, but you can hear his footsteps, walking towards his bag and going back to sleep. Fuck, it was so close. Ten is so nosy, he would have probably tell everyone about what's going on or even interrupt both of you.

Yukhei goes back at fucking you frenzically, his big cock impalling your tiny figure. He thrusts his hips in and out, his balls clapping against your ass. You can't get enough of him fucking you, fuck. You could fuck with him all day long. He would do that too, honestly. He's just so fucking crazy over your ass.

He bends over to lick your nipples, while introducing one of his fingers on his mouth to keep you silent. You feel how your nipples get stimulated by his mouth. It's so good, he's clearly an expert. Like a sex god. And his fingers taste so good; they're the ones that fingerfucked you long minutes ago, but they still have the flavour of your insides and his cum.

Lucas starts leaving deep breathy moans, his back kind of arching and his thrusts faltering. He's reaching his climax again. After some minutes fucking you with an insane pace, he surprisingly takes off his cock out of your hole and crawls over you, so his cock gets right in front of your face.

"Give me all your cum, please~", you whisper. "Be ready, fucking slut", he replies. He jerks off right in front of your face until he reaches his orgasm. He shots a big thick load of cum over your face. His jizz milks out of his tip at the pace of his heartbeat. Some threads landing on your mouth, others on your cheeks, over your nose, forehead, etc... Soon, most of your face is warm wet with his cum. Fuck, it feels so fucking good.

As you open your eyes, you can't just stay still with Lucas' hard cock in front of you. You grab it with one hand and start sucking it, swallowing the cum that's left on his tip. His cum has a spicy flavour, thick texture and warm, that feels so good inside of your tongue and going down your tongue. You give Yukhei a blowjob, his tip reaching the back of your throat, kindly thrusting inside of your mouth making sure his cum actually gets all swallowed.

Minutes later, he takes off his cock out of your mouth. "I still have a lot of cum left... And you didn't even come once. I'm gonna keep going, I know you want that, right bitch?", he whispers. "Y-Yes, Lucas... Keep filling me with your cum, I love it~" you reply, trembling as you're already overstimulated by his cock. "That's what I wanted to hear".

This time, Lucas lifts you up over him, so he's laying on his back over the sleeping bag and you're laying on him, with your head right in front of your cock and your butt over his face. None of you said a word, but already know what's the job of each one. Yukhei starts rimming you yet again, in order to lube your bussy, although it's still wet from his cum and saliva from the previous rimjob he did. You start sucking his cock, with your face still covered with his thick cum.

It tastes so fucking good. You think you can explode from the pleasure right now, having your ass being eaten and your mouth being fucked by Lucas' big thick cock. Long minutes later, all his length is wet with your saliva and the remains of cum that are left from his recent orgasm. Your bussy keeps being filled with cum and saliva, that Lucas whips with his tongue, as he also makes out with your rim.

Minutes later, Lucas grabs your tiny body by your waist and moves your ass so it gets right over his cock. In this position, you're facing at the opposite direction of Lucas' face, bending over so if someone wakes up doesn't easily see that you're riding him. Yukhei keeps laying on the bag, so you're now in charge of action.

Lucas grabs your tiny waist, making you sit in his cock. Soon, your ass is bouncing on Lucas' crotch as you ride his cock. Your bussy gets so fucking stretched in this position, as his cock enters all deep inside of you. Your inner walls soon get abused by his lenght, your overstimulated prostate already giving you shockwaves of pleasure again.

You ride his cock as if it were your favourite dildo, but in fact is bigger and thicker than that. Fuck. It feels so good, you could be bouncing on it all day long. Some heat starts pooling on your belly. Your orgasm is near. It's already a good time to come; your bussy is filled with cum and your face is drenched with it too, with your prostate still being abused.

Lucas starts trembling again. Fuck, yes, he's reaching his climax again. You can't see him, but he's having his best moment. All he sees is your big ass and part of your back bouncing on his big cock, satisfying him. He enjoys so much fucking you, it's natural that he's gonna come again inside of you.

Yukhei grabs your back and pulls you, so you're now laying over him entirely. He starts kissing your neck, leaving hickeys that will stay there during some time. There's no time to think about covering them right now. All you can think right now is Lucas' cock making you feel so fucking good. Your back touches Lucas' rock hard abs, making you even more aroused.

Your orgasm starts building up. As Yukhei freneticly thrusts into you with his big thick cock, your prostate sends waves of pleasure all over your body. Soon, your already hard cock starts twitching. You reach your climax, shooting thick loads of cum over your own body. Now, not only your face is covered with cum, you chest and tummy too. You're so overstimulated that you didn't even moan out load, you just leave deep broken breaths as you feel your cum flowing out of your dick.

Lucas got so turned out by what just happened, that his back arches while doing a powerful thrust inside of you, coming again inside of your bussy. You feel how another load of cum fills your insides again, meeting the cum from his first orgasm. The feeling you've right now can't be defined; you just feel how you're becoming more and more filled by him. "Fuck, fuck... I love fucking you so much, fucking whore... I swear, I need to keep going~", he says. "Keep going... please... I can't get enough of you, I fucking love your cock so much~", you reply.

"I love seeing you feeling so well by me... I think I also love you...", Lucas says, blushing. "... I think I love you too, Yukhei... you make me feel so well...", you reply, softly smiling.

Lucas and you spent some more time having sex until both of you fell asleep as fucking so much got both of you tired and sweating. Both of you ended laying on your side, with Lucas cock still inside of your bussy, cockwarming it. You obviously didn't think about what's going to happen the next morning. But, honestly, you don't care. Fuck it.

You wake up, with nobody around. There's actually no one in the cabin. The sunrays strike over your body, waking up Yukhei too. As you slowly start processing what's happening right now, you see a note right beside of you.

"Guys... we've nothing wrong with both of you (...) doing those things... but you can keep in private... we can book another room or ask a local for a near motel... please don't disturb us again... - Kun.

I can't believe it... y/n... I thought Lucas was annoying you... now you're doing nasty things with him... =( ... I'm so dissapointed... Lucas... you're so disgusting... - Xiaojun.

I actually saw both of you fucking, do you think you're ghosts? That covering yourselves would make me not see you? Althought, had a great time jerking off while seeing both of you ;) - Ten."

Well, at least now you have more time to fuck with him.

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