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vampiretendencies · 1 year

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throw another stone at a glass house

request/summary; your writing literally gives me life. love it sm <3 would you be able to do something where jj and the reader get into an argument at dinner but they have a rule to never go to sleep mad at each other?

pairing; jj maybank x fem!reader

warnings; fluff & angst, maybe a bit suggestive

authors note; love loved writing this anon :,) pls continue to send in requests ! gif creds to owner

His cured blood was boiling— searing even.

Eatery being complacent, fairy bulbs roped neatly and whimsically throughout the establishment. Fake plastic plant leaves braided about the paneled open roof. The trimming on the tables simplistic and clothed white, any other vibrancy would clash with the modern elegance that was being established. Clammer from steel trays and the mouthy Kooks that JJ was rubbing elbows with.

His attire is classy to fit his false image— dapper wrinkle-free black button up: buttons done up until the narrowing of his chest, not too revealing, not too Pogue-like. Arms broad and fibrous, giving quite the show whilst they bulged and unbulged with every movement he made. Grey slacks, steamed specifically for this event, an absolute fool as to not recognizing himself cleaned up so pleasantly.

The amount of meals he missed simply for this one meal, to scrimp and scrape pennies together merely to see a joyous picture-perfect smile planted on your face.

And he hadn’t told you he was doing so, but for about around a month now he’s been saying ‘Got a special night for us in the works baby.’

You knew it was tonight and you knew the address.

It wasn’t a familiar one, no, the both of you, Pogues, and not having heard of such a lavish restaurant. Hell, JJ was even awestruck himself when he stepped foot in the door.

But to him it was showing you a glimpse into the future with him. The life he would scavenge to define, to escape the one he’s living in now.

Full Kook.

But, nevertheless a Pogue at heart.

With that being said, he cannot fathom as to why you wouldn’t be here.

As to why you wouldn’t be here basking in the night, with him.

As to what could possibly be any more revelation, right here.

“Sir, are you ready to order yet?”

The same lanky waiter, with a nasal like voice spoke— and the irritation of it made JJ’s skin crawl. His class bow tie, with upheld posture was something JJ cut his eyes at, interrupting his thoughts as he already done prior.

“I told you no the past three times, didn’t I?”

JJ bit back at the man, partially because he’d been to JJ’s table all those times within the span of twenty minutes, not to mention prior to when he’d arrived two hours ago. The waiters mouth turns up in disgust.

“M’waitin’ for my girl, alright?”

He proceeds to add, confirming again to not come back unless he proclaimed he was ready. A kind way of saying ‘fuck off’.

“We cannot continue to keep holding your table this long, there are other people waiting to eat.”

“I’ll call her.”

The waiter clicks his tongue, spinning on his heels to the rest of his section to serve. And JJ presses your contact in his phone, as he did thirty six calls ago— to be exact.

Pitiful, going straight to voice mail, beating organ falling straight to his half-cut boot clad feet.

Pissed, seeing to it that he should be. All this money, all this devotion, only for it to go to waste due to you not being on time?

JJ would give his soul away not feel this.

On the verge of flipping over this table and making a scene just for shits and giggles, or to cope.

The reason you were late was anonymous to him. A slumber took over you, sleeping in later than usual after work, exhausted in that shared apartment. Forgetting to charge your phone, all events that pushed you farther and farther behind. Remnants leaving you pressed to get ready for the event, all whilst having to catch a ride from Kie.

One would probably wonder why JJ simply didn’t wait for you to get ready and just drive you to the surprise himself. He was too adamant, prying on the idea that, even appearance would be a remembrance factor.

Small heels colliding with cement in a clack sound, digits on the iron knob studying the building once more, to assure yourself this location was right.

Pulled straight out of a dream.

And you prodded on the thought of JJ affording this, the effort that went into it. Wondering why he thought he had to spend so much just on you, yet impressed with your boyfriend— if only you knew the sheer devastation upon him.

The red lacey satin of your dress was enough to turn heads and you did just that, strutting whimsically to the front podium to be sat at the table with JJ. Every Kook eye studied you, but you spotted one head of hair in particular. Sat in a dainty wooden chair that caused his back to be turned to you.

Numerous round tables, purely yearning for just that one.

That one with the unearthly being; light locks dancing over his features, and a jawline fierce enough to cut paper.

The one that’s battling with himself as to wether or not to make a big deal out of this, the moment he saw you next.

Little did he know you were feet away, gawking at him and the entirely ethereal gesture he did for you.

Jesus, he looks so fucking hot.

Dapper.

Heat growing on his neck whilst he feels a shadow standing over him, he continues to play with the given metal utensils in front of him.

Perhaps the knife grazing past his fingertips, would pain much less than the ache of disappointment surging in him.

He almost, turns to face the shadow preparing to tell the waiter off. But as his sense receptors fill with that familiar warm vanilla scent ...

He doesn't.

He doesn't because he knows it's you.

And he's gathering himself for the argument that's about to ensue.

Did JJ want to fuss and fight with you?

Absolutely not, he avoids confrontation at any given moment.

However, he is also human and can only take so much.

Your graceful hand stretches over his flexed back, tensing up at a touch that would normally lull him away into no tomorrow. Blue orbs daggering into your figure overtop his eyelashes, clearing his throat at your presence. Your chair scratched along the patterned wooden floor, a notion JJ always does; pulling your chair out.

This time, you do it with no complaints; declaring to avoid the subject at hand. Acknowledging that you were in deep shit with your lover.

That exact lover teaching you so: deny, deny, deny.

And God, that dress is hugging you so tight his hairs stand up on his neck. Alluring and sensual.

If he wasn't so fucking livid, he'd rile himself up enough to temper delicate, mouth-biting, love marks to your neck.

Over

And over

Again.

Until he got his fill.

You're supposed to be mad at her, JJ thought to himself.

"Hi, J!"

His insides rumbled as if he ate sour food.

But, no food would be eaten tonight.

"Hey."

His tone laced with malice and defeat. The worse kind of greeting, not the usual 'baby' or 'pretty girl' attached to it.

Then you knew were in for it.

"Thank you for tonight, s'so pretty baby."

Reading you, he knew you were probably thinking how he managed to get a table here. But something this polite, it was uncalled for to ask such a question.

"Yeah, it was prettier earlier."

He muttered under his breath, with his face contorting into a frown. Across the table yet so far away, the bright light of the eatery highlighting his cheek bones so handsomely. And you longed for him to be, himself.

"What'd you say?"

His words unclear, he was someone that usually has a voice prominent enough to hear from miles away; so it couldn't have been anything loving.

"Nothin'."

Accent think and harsh, eye contact here and there, though it wasn't anything promising.

"Gonna' have to fix your face J, it might ruin the night."

You gasped out a laugh, but to JJ it wasn't fucking funny.

If he wanted to glower, then he'd do so and he meant it.

How dare you joke about something he busted his ass to do, money that could've been enough to pay the apartments rent that month.

He thought you were being ungrateful and that you didn't appreciate him.

First you were behind time, and now you're laughing in his damn face beating around the obvious bush that was weighing him down.

And he can't help himself.

"No ... you ruined the Goddamn night!" He spat, voice broad and demanding, through grit teeth. Knowing that if he spoke any louder the couple would be asked to leave.

He's disgusted with you for being so careless with his feelings.

A night that was supposed to be filled with desperate, needy touches, and bellies full of the finest food; JJ could find it coming to a halt.

You grew ansty in your seat at his remark, lungs missing air and guilt replaced it.

Remorse entering your features.

Falling apart at the cause of his disfunction being you.

"I didn't mean to, JJ."

You reach for his hand across the table, veins apparent and digits long; in effort to console him for your mishap of being extremely late. And he lets you interlock your finger with his upsettingly, though he waited for that same touch all night; unable to deny any touch from you.

To get his point across, he lets go.

"But, you did."

He corrected you with a tilt of his head, replacing your missing fingers with a comb through his hair.

"I-I overslept after work ... and-"

"That's such bullshit. Do you know how many long hours I worked for tonight? Just for you to not be here?"

The palm of his hand slams against the table, drawing the attention of the couple next to the two. You hurriedly shush him, bringing his anger back down to earth.

"M'trying to say sorry JJ."

Both sets of eyes glare at eachother as if in competition, and JJ's stomach whirls.

"I don't want a sorry, I wanted you to be here."

"Well ... well, I'm here now. We can still order, J."

You try again but ultimately fail.

"M'not sitting here with you and pretending like everything's 'dandy', when you fucked everything up."

His words were cold and emotionless. You search for everything to say, but all that JJ said clarified it for you. Your sullen heart thumped, salty tears brimming at corners of your eyes.

Making you feel small.

Fighting to prevent them, so you didn’t fall apart in the middle of this restaurant.

“C’mon, let’s go.”

He wasn’t cruel, not enough away, to leave you here with no way back to the shared home.

No matter how big the fight or the cause of it, it always left JJ wondering if you still besotted him the way he did you.

He wondered why, altogether going with the fact that nothing was ever permanent in his life,

Did you still crave him— on your lips, in your lungs, and beneath your skin?

One way to describe the ride home was— sickeningly tense.

Amid his rage, his hand clutches the wheel so tight that his knuckles turned white. Stealing glances at you, hoping you didn’t hate him. Neither of them able to etch a sentence, whilst the radio played and you sat turned with your knees to the door staring out of the window.

Oddly close enough to your position now.

On the edge of your side of the bed. Admiring JJ peel off his pants and unbutton his shirt, leaving them aimlessly on the carpeted floor— stripped down to his only boxers.

You’d thought you wouldn’t get much comfort tonight, being that he avoided even still after arriving home. Mustering a ‘gonna’ pick up the kitchen’, knowing full well it was only to an excuse to not be up under you while you both were overstimulated and on edge. Leaving you to get the bed ready and practice your night time routine. That’s why you are in the pajama attire of JJ’s t-shirt, his musk still attached to it.

His flesh on fire, conscious that you were boring at him.

‘When you fucked everything up,’ stung your chest and tainted your mind.

Reflecting, he’d wished he would’ve cut you some slack.

His baby, that he hoped for on nights when he had no one.

He baby, that he hoped for on every shooting star.

His baby, that he hoped for in a crowd of people.

His baby.

There was this rule book.

This rule book, was true and real, and contained all the expectations you and JJ had for eachother being together. It was for numerous reasons to begin with, but a year passed by and another and they fully became implicated.

The rule book was a thin black note book, adorned with two red pairs of lips. One was yours, and one was JJ’s— having put red lipstick on his puckered lips, afterwards staining your entire face with them.

Painting your face with his desire for you.

And still that notebook remains framed in the living room, just above the TV.

Rule #1: Never go to sleep mad at eachother.

It was in big, chunky black letters— JJ wrote it and with every letter he wrote he meant it more. One would think cheating would be at the top of the list— but that wasn’t a worry.

It wasn’t a concern because if JJ could inject you into his veins he would do just that.

And so would you.

Opening up his heart to you was not a thing he’d ever regret doing.

Letting himself become infatuated with you, and letting you treat him the way he deserved to be.

You’d silently prayed that JJ would enforce the rule tonight, seeing as even though you did fuck up, you had reason to be irate as well.

His feet pad against the khaki carpet to switch off the bedroom lights. Miscellaneous TV show, playing whilst it illuminated his appearance. He made a b-line for his side of the bed, queen size engulfing him. And you did the same, twisting to lie in bed next to him, but not right beside him.

Lying the exact same— backs flat against the black silk sheets, duvet pulled up past either arms. Pairs of eyes darting at the the other. Except JJ’s left arm is behind his head, the muscle fissuring with ease as it grooved forward from the small glance you got. His right arm is the one closest to you, flat in the open space between the two.

He doesn’t know what to do.

He doesn’t know how to lay.

He is so use to having skin on skin contact, but now he’s lying alone and deprived of your touch.

And you would initiate but you quiver at being denied again.

“Y’know you can’t go to sleep yet.”

His raspiness booms and echoes off the walls, causing you to jump in the slightest. Still continuing to look forward at the cinema before him, you bore into him with furrowed eyebrows— head turning on the firm pillow.

“How come?”

His insides fluttered at your melodic and rhythmically put together voice.

He’s still scolding to the touch, but realizing his tad of unreasonableness consumes him. Turning to his side, he faces you, an everlasting lump in his throat.

“Rule number one-“

“Never go to bed mad at eachother.”

You finish his sentence, and his mouth is partially open. Heartbeat becoming deathly, hands clammy at him bringing the rule book up. He remembered.

He remembered it all.

“So can we stop being mad?”

He pleads, voice cracking in the slightest.

Giving himself to you in every way possible.

Vulnerability only amendable when he’s near you.

Enchanted and explicitly, letting you suck his soul in.

And he didn’t care.

“I was never mad at you J, you were mad at me.”

Solely, truthful acknowledging that you couldn’t be viled at him chewing you out at dinner. Feeling like you deserved every bit of it.

“I s-shouldnt have said that, baby m’sorry.”

His lone hand encapsules your shoulder, the pet name leaving his mouth smoothly, a part of his everyday vocabulary. You crane your neck to place small pecks to each one of his knuckles, showing each one more attention than the last.

“S’okay, I get it J.”

“Just wanted us to have tonight, for us.”

“I ruined it, I know-“

“Nothing’s ruined … we still have us.”

His head lowers, lips puckering in the faintest way. Softly pressing with yours, all whilst enveloping you closer into his frame. An embrace his sore body hungered for. Tongue delving into your mouth, molding together like puzzle pieces. Angrily kissing to make up for the love lost today, he hummed at the comforting sensation.

“And m’not letting go of that, baby.”

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sprout-fics · 11 months

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waittt so, in your opinion, how would poly!141 start? that poly!141/reader drabble you posted earlier has me curious!

I think it starts as an accident

I think it starts with the team already being close, with you working alongside them for some time. There's a deep seated bond that runs through you all, a well oiled machine with many parts that works in sync. You trust them with your life without even having to ask, and they in turn trust you. You've seem their blood on your hands, they've hauled you by the straps of your vest to safety, you know the sounds of their voices like they belong in your bones.

It's entirely coincidental. It starts as something that just happens. A purely whimsical indulgence that is the result of just the right ingredients. With you all exhausted post mission, inhibitions lowered by a few drinks, shooting the shit with bantering words until someone slips and says what they're really thinking, what they're all thinking. That they want you.

It's no secret Soap and Ghost have an arrangement by this point, it's hard not to notice with them (They think they're subtle but they aren't) and you've long suspected there's more to Gaz and Price's relationship that meets the eye. The evening that follows doesn't just confirm your suspicions, it suffocates any other potential otherwise. It works only because it's them, because they already know you and can tell exactly what you need, understand even the flutter of your eyes as they wind their bare bodies around you.

The next morning is...different. You expect them to pull away, to pretend like it was just a one time fling. You see they are expecting the same, tiptoeing around you like you're ready to say something blunt, some along the lines of 'This never happened.'

You find the words dying in your chest as Price pushes a mug of coffee into your hands, the boys lingering around the kitchen and communicating silently amongst themselves with darting gazes and levied stares.

"So." You say at last, watching the steam curl from your cup, feeling yourself draw their collective stare.

"...Us?"

There's a pause, the air taut, and you think it might snap, might send you hurtling down into disappointment and regret.

Then, Price finally lets out a long, steady breath of relief.

"Us." He confirms quietly, and when you look up the smiles of the four men around you wash away any doubts inside your heart.

#poly 141 #poly tf141 #poly 141 x reader #headcanons

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lookismfanfics · 1 year

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𝐒𝐥𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐧 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐂𝐡𝐞𝐬𝐭

Warnings: None! It’s purely fluff! (Semi-Established relationship)

Daniel • Jay • Jace • Vasco • Eli • Warren • Olly • Jake • Lineman •

𝐃𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 🝮 He was tired from... Actually, you’re not sure. He’s always tired by the time we swings by your place.

🝮 You could tell his eyelids were getting heavy. He tried stifling his yawns as best as he could… but…

🝮 His cheek made contact with your shoulder, first. Warm, and, despite appearances, pudgy. 🝮 Your fingers brushed back his swoop of bangs.

🝮 He stirred, mumbling an apology.

🝮 You insisted it was fine, but eased him into your bed anyways. It wasn’t comfortable on the futon.

🝮 Your head hit your pillow about an hour later. Sleep was crawling at the corners of your mind. You shut your eyes, welcoming the darkness. 🝮 And then there’s Daniel.

🝮 It was subconscious. An accident. (Since he sleeps on— himself— all the time.)

🝮 Suddenly you felt the warmth of his mochi cheeks… on your chest?!

🝮 🚩🚩🚩

🝮🚨🚨🚨

🝮 *Panic screams*

🝮 A ton of heat rushes to your face. You’re not sure what to do…!

🝮 You look down at his sleeping features. The glow of the night light cascading pink warmth against his profile… his bangs that fall in just the right way. It makes you wanna melt.

🝮 He relaxes into your body; and soon your pulse steadies. 🝮 He insists; it was unintentional.

𝐉𝐚𝐲

🝮 You can tell that he’s getting just a little frustrated with the design-portion of your exams.

🝮 It’s your second year in the Fashion course. You and Jay are currently struggling to invent any whimsical outfit ideas for your mid-term assignment.

🝮 You see his head lower closer to his desk as he rips out yet another page from his sketchpad.

🝮 “Is it the anatomy again? Or the actual clothes?”

🝮 He glances back at you, a frown molded onto his lips.

🝮 One nod of the head confirms your suspicions.

🝮 You set down your pencil.

🝮 “Let’s take a break. You’re gonna get burn-out if you don’t…” you warn firmly

🝮 Despite the rapid shakes of his head, you drag him up from his seat and onto the couch.

🝮 Cross-legged, huddled in the corner of the sofa, you force your partner upright. 🝮 Your hands curl into his taught muscles. He flinches upon the contact, recoiling slightly. You rub more gently. 🝮 You smile as you watch Jay slowly melt into your massage. His head droops forward, his back muscles relieved of their tension.

🝮 And then… the faux-blonde began slowly reclining onto your smaller form.

🝮 His head lay against your chest gently, pinning you to the arm of the sofa.

🝮 What could you do but watch his chest heave rhythmically up and down? It distracted you from admiring his aristocratically sculpted features; including but not limited to his tempting lips, defined collar bone, and tiny nose

🝮 You swore, you saw on “sleeping beauty’s” seemingly blank face, the tiniest smirk etch into the corners of his mouth

🝮 Jay shook his head when you accused him of being awake… but you were both well aware of the truth.

🝮 He was tired. But it was semi-intentional

𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐞

🝮 It doesn’t matter if he’s an intellectual genius… or a kid detective… or any of that crap.

🝮 Jace Park, in all honesty, wasn’t expecting you to be “touch starved.” 🝮 He wasn’t entirely convinced he knew what that meant…

🝮 But here he was, playing a good boyfriend like the hopeless romantic he was. 🝮 And there you were… sprawled out on his bed, running your fingers through his hair while his head rested on your chest.

🝮 He faced away from you… towards your mix-matched socks. His cheek warmer than usual against your fully-clothed chest.

🝮 Your fingers released his hair for a moment to tease his ears

🝮 You feel the weight on your chest heat up increasingly, so you stop, a hint of a smirk toying at your lips

🝮 “What’d you mean by touch starved?” Jace asks finally, glancing up at you with no-nonsense interest.

🝮 You look away sheepishly, once again tugging on his hair to distract yourself

🝮 “I dunno. I just felt kinda… like I hadn’t been touched in a while.” 🝮 Jace releases a hum that you can feel vibrate his entire being. It makes your heart pound a little faster.

🝮 He’d probably fall asleep like that; lying on your chest. But of course, only per your request. He’s much too good embarrassed for those sorts of scandalous things.

𝐕𝐚𝐬𝐜𝐨

🝮 Everything about this man is heavy. 🝮 His entire physique screams “I weigh over 200 lbs.”

🝮 So you’re a little scared. You’re scared of what he’s capable of.

🝮 You’re scared of what he could do to you- intentional or not. 🝮 Vasco is Vasco. And no matter how much they insist… St. Bernard’s aren’t meant to be lap dogs.

🝮 You want to deny him the opportunity…

🝮 But you feel a surge of trust when you look into his eyes.

🝮 He looks calm at the moment. Mature. His eyes are dark, and yet they hold their docile gentleness that assures you he isn’t in his “predator” mode.

🝮 He asks again, softly:

🝮 “Can I listen to your heart?”

🝮 You release a sigh, nodding your head without much hesitation. You’ve made up your mind, after all.

🝮 Vasco is about to bend down, but you stop him.

🝮 “Let’s just lay on my bed…” you murmur quietly. It’s a real struggle to battle off your growing blush

🝮 So that’s how you ended up pressed against your pillow, legs intertwined with his, your fingers laced together and laid across his broad shoulders.

🝮 Vasco was listening to your heart for a good long while, glancing up at you with wide and innocent puppy-eyes

🝮 You smoothed back his hair just in time to see his eyes flutter shut

🝮 Vasco wasn’t that heavy…

🝮 His cheek felt feather-light against your chest- his body hardly applying any pressure onto yours.

🝮 You sign heavily, rubbing his back with your hands. He’ll keep up the intense plank until he wakes up. You know that.

🝮 He falls asleep on your chest really quickly. He’ll ask permission before though! 🥺

𝐄𝐥𝐢

🝮 You’re both really tired.

🝮 Eli’s eyes have dark rings beneath them. He’s still smiling- even if it looks Barbie-level plastic at this point. His hair is all rumpled, too.

🝮 You pull down the covers and begin crawling into bed: “Is her fever down?”

🝮 Eli nods, sliding next to you lethargically

🝮 You’re too tired to even blush, nodding your head as he draped his leg around your frame

🝮 You wrap your arm around his shoulders, egging him closer to you

🝮 And soon, his warm breath is tousling against your shirt. He’s completely out of it…

🝮 You let your eyes shut.

🝮 You absorb in the feeling of Eli laying on top of you, legs straddling your side, cheek melting into your chest, his hair tickling your chin.

🝮 You stay like that for a long time, both just resting your eyes.

🝮 When you feel Eli’s face heating up, even when he’s deep in sleep, you have to promise yourself not to groan when he wakes up

🝮 The start of a fever, for Eli, means that he has trouble falling asleep. 🝮 Especially since Yenna is already sick…

🝮 It also means that now, you’ve become his personal pillow.

🝮 His favorite pillow.

🝮 It’s very intentional; but it’s something both of you initiate, so…

𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧

🝮 You force his head forward.

🝮 Sitting on the couch, your legs draped around his shoulders; you’re attempting to style the mighty Warren Chae’s hair

🝮 Your hands comb through his dark black strands of hair, gel smearing across the roots of his hair.

🝮 It smells like hair product; which he hates; but you tell him that he has to look nice today, and you won’t let him leave without looking a little different

🝮 Finally, with all his moaning about how painful it is, you give up

🝮 “Fine. Get up here on the couch is you have to…” you mutter vehemently, glaring at him

🝮 Warren is fine.

🝮 The-Diva-Warren-Chae is not.

🝮 “(My) Butt hurts.”

🝮 “You poor thing,” you deadpan

🝮 You’re well aware that he isn’t fond of fixing up his appearance. And you’re also aware that sitting on hard concrete isn’t exactly comfortable.

🝮 You spread out your legs further to accommodate his hips. Your hands reach up for his hair, once again swishing it back with more elegance than it usually has.

🝮 As you continue to swoop his hair back, tugging gently at the roots, you start to feel the weight of his back in between your legs.

🝮 And slowly… Warren slips downward.

🝮 The back of his head rests against your chest; pressed close to your pathetically pounding heart.

🝮 You sputter, shaking his shoulders lightly.

🝮 He hums in reply. “Let me sleep…”

🝮 You sigh. Your hands entangle into his hair, and you rest your chin against his head.

🝮 He fell asleep. It was probably an accident… right?

𝐎𝐥𝐥𝐲

🝮 Olly was concentrating, you noticed.

🝮 There was a slight change in his posture; a decline in his usual chaotic-energy that always filled the room

🝮 He leaned forward onto his knees, cupping his cheek with his hand and draping the other across his thighs.

🝮 First, you had tried to ignore it. He was staring at your side profile, wordlessly, with a neutral expression.

🝮 You knew it was wrong... But compared to his fake smiles- you preferred his serious face. Just... Not when it was directed at you.

🝮 You turned to him tentatively, quirking a brow. “What is it now?”

🝮 His expression doesn’t change. He just mumbles: “Nothing.”

🝮 And then just as you turn away: “Lay down.”

🝮 You turn abruptly to him, puzzlement washing over your features.

🝮 “How many pills did you have—?” “Can you just do it already?-!”

🝮 Olly rises, shrugging off his jacket and pushing you onto the sofa.

🝮 Son of a…

🝮 For a feeling moment you think he’s going to take advantage of you. Or hurt you. Or do something that’ll negatively affect you for the rest of your-

🝮 And then his head falls onto your chest.

🝮 👁👄👁

🝮🧍‍♀️/🧍‍♂️

🝮 “What’re you doing?” You ask

🝮 His knees are on the ground, shoulders hunched over you, and face relaxing on your chest.

🝮 He turns towards you, taking a moment to burry into your chest face-down, before returning your gaze. 180°.

🝮 “What’s it look like?” He asks excitedly-

🝮 When he’s this close you can very distinctly see the inked star (✵) next to his eye, and the freckles that hide on the bridge of his nose.

🝮 You just sigh, shoving his head to the other side.

🝮 You lay there for about… half an hour? And when your body starts to cramp up, and you want to move…

🝮 You realize that Big Daddy, Olly Wang, is asleep.

🝮 He had initiated it. But it did feel… comfortable.

𝐉𝐚𝐤𝐞

🝮 “Mr. Butt?” 🝮 “Mrs. Boobs?”

🝮 “Oh shut up!”

🝮 You don’t quite remember how this happened… only that now that you were both in this position, neither of you had the intention of leaving.

🝮 Jake Kim had very soft hair. You knew that already… you had cut it for him on numerous occasions.

🝮 You had asked about it, and Jake had said you could touch it.

🝮 But now here he was, teasing you just as relentlessly as you were teasing him.

🝮 With your fingers entangled in his hair, your faces a breath apart from each other, you were certain that whatever move you made would have to really throw him off.

🝮 “…Look (Y/N)… I appreciate the gesture and all… but now you’re kinda pulling on my—”

🝮 Think? There isn’t any time to think.

🝮 You flop backwards onto the armchair, and Jake falls with you.

🝮 It doesn’t take long for the two of you to get more comfortable. Jake, forgetting his previous discomfort, slides his hips into the side of the oversized chair, spooning your frame and smashing it into the other arm.

🝮 Strings of conversation murmur through the room without much point. You both have one goal, it would seem.

🝮 As much as Jake would rather be in your position, he complies to the situation he’s in.

🝮 Gradually the two of you melt together, Jake’s cheek resting against your chest.

🝮 He feels warm, and slightly heavy. Your fingers awkwardly retract from his hair in order to trace his side profile.

🝮 Seeing as your banter has died out, and you both feel somewhat comfortable, it’s only natural that Jerry finds you asleep in that very position.

🝮 It was a gradual process that both of you partook in. Afterwards, Jake didn’t tease you about it, and you both only mentioned it on occasion.

𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐚𝐧

🝮 He’s just a little bit tired, he says.

🝮 You can tell, just by looking at him, that that’s a load of ␈

🝮 Soon you’re gesturing him into your bed, even if it does kill you that his sneakers are still on.

🝮 You help him shrug off his jacket, despite him insisting he can handle it on his own.

🝮 “You say that, but you look like you’re on the verge of collapsing.”

🝮 And collapse he did.

🝮 You heard him flop down onto your pillows, and gave him a few minutes or so to fall asleep.

🝮 Now it was your turn, and since you were quite confident he was unconscious, it didn’t bother you at all to strip naked and get into your sleeping wear in front of him.

🝮 Him: ➖👄➖ 💤

🝮 You’d never tell him what he “missed out” on, because truly he didn’t miss anything that would really impress him-

🝮 You crawl beside him, tucking your legs under the covers.

🝮 First you wrap your arm around his neck.

🝮 Bless him for being a side sleeper. 😩

🝮 He’s out cold. Really cold.

🝮 Cradling his head and moving it onto your chest isn’t a problem. He complies easily.

🝮 You’ve always wanted to sleep with him like this. Without him at night, you turn on all three nightlights and cradle your pillow until morning.

🝮 But now that Lineman’s with you, you can sleep.

🝮 You initiated it, of course, but in the morning the only one with regrets is you for not doing it sooner.

🝮 (Also he thinks this is a sign that you wanna start something so you gotta push him off of you to go to school)

Part 2. Ft Gun, Goo, James/DG, Vinjin, Johan, Zack? Anyone?

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Sweet Darling (m)

Pairing: tinkerbell's son!chan x fem!reader x Hook's son!wonwoo

Genre: smut

Word count: 6.6k

tags: daugther of wendy!reader, established relationship, yearning, poly, wonchan doing what bros do, suggestive mlm content, cunnilingus, voyeurism, exhibitionism, hair pulling, dirty talk, Silk restraints, praise kink , spitting, cum eating, cumswapping, unprotected sex, double penetration.

Summary: "Trouble in paradise with little Darling?" Chan was really unsure taking the advice from a child of Hook, but as a man in love, Chan knew the heavier the risks, the higher the reward.

author note : I have a bagillion requests to get to but here comes more self-indulgent fics! thank you @wonwussy and @multi-kpop-fanfics (happy birthday my pretty darling 💗) for beta reading and below are some of my fave notes of theirs :)))))))))))

"NOT WONWOO JUST SHOWING UP" "Wonwoo is Chan’s biggest supporter" - SJ "chan was brave I would have cum on the spot" "wonwoo pirate whore confirmed" -zeta

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Chan has been the happiest he's ever been in a long time. As a child of one of the legendary fairies of the century, Chan had a lot to live up to. His mother has worked hard to prepare him for their line of work and she’d be damned to know she poured her blood sweat and tears into him getting into a good university to find out he was dating the daughter of Wendy Darling of all people.

Chan’s mother could never stand that so called ‘wretched girl’–always sticking her nose in places she shouldn’t have been–and it’d be an extra hot day in hell if Chan was ever caught fraternizing with such the likes.

That’s why he had kept it such a secret. Although Chan loves and respects his mother, the moment he laid his eyes on Darling kin, he knew it was over. It was a forbidden affair that may have initially swayed his decision-making in pursuing you, but over time, he had truly fallen for you, calling the first time he saw you ‘love at first sight.’

You stunned everyone with your effortless beauty and grace and eventually, they began to learn more about your kind heart and demure demeanor. It was inevitable that everyone became enamored by you, including Chan.

Being able to take you to the formal was a dream come true. What surprised him the most was that you seemed just as infatuated with him and that it wasn’t just a pity date or a yes disguised as something else, you actually enjoyed his company. But it wasn't enough that you liked him. He wanted you to be irrevocably taken by him.

He had to occupy your every day, your every thought, your every breath. You had to be obsessed with the fact that there is no other person in the world for you. At least not like Chan. No one was like Chan. Just as there was no one like you. For you, you deserved something special.

"Wonwoo, you're a heathen. How do you bring excitement to the…you know?”

The young pirate raised a full brow, eye twitching back at the pestering fairy who had just insulted him like nothing. “No l don't know. What?”

“You know. The pleasure.”

Despite their families opposing histories, Chan and Wonwoo fairly got along. They were acquaintances at most and were typically surrounded the mutual friends, today was different seeing as everyone else was busy with the matters of classes and assignments. Eating with someone was better than eating alone, according to Chan, and it seems Wonwoo shared the same sentiment as he willingly agreed.

Chan had his annoying moments–Wonwoo found most fairies naturally have those kinds of qualities, just take Chan’s mother as an example–but the blonde lad was entertaining when he wanted to be in a rather whimsically endearing way. Wonwoo normally found those individuals disgustingly nauseating, but it worked on Chan.

Wonwoo grinned knowingly. He leaned over from the picnic bench, a palm to his cheek. With the tree towering over him, shadows caressing his face aesthetically. “What's that?”

Chan let out an exasperated exhale, lightly tugging his bright blond hair. “Sex, Wonwoo! I'm talking about Sex!”

“Why? Trouble in paradise with little Darling?”

Word got around about Chan’s relationship with Wendy Darling’s darling daughter closer to the day of the formal, but that was before the scene the conflict containing the beast’s child, Gaston’s son, and apparently Ariel’s son. Wonwoo could never properly keep up with peer gossip as it was usually blown out of proportion (most of the time that it, this cup of tea was rather scorching).

Chan scowled at the accusation. “Of course not!” He twiddled his fingers, bottom lip jutting out. “l just want to make it more special for her this weekend. Seeing as you have more than enough trolloping in your history to count as a human brothel, l thought it'd be interesting to get your ideas.”

If Wonwoo took offense to Chan’s jab, he didn’t show it, and instead asked, “Your lady like knots?”

“Like ones slathered in garlic sauce?”

“...No. Like rope.”

Chan’s eyes rounded out in concern. “Wouldn't that hurt?”

The young fairy’s expression amused Wonwoo, a chuckle escaping him. “No, not if you do it right. Never mind. Let's start with something easier. How do you kiss?”

Chan broke out in a wide smile reliving your many kisses and his cheeks emitted a tinge of pink. “Well, she kisses lovely. Rather shy. l just make sure she's comfortable.”

“Snore. No wonder you need my help. Come here. I'll show you.”

“Show me?” Chan repeated, leaning his body away with arms crossed into an ‘X’ over his chest. “Why, you must’ve confused me with a harlot such as yourself.”

“Calm down twinkle toes, I’m not here to corrupt you”–although the thought was tempting–“I’m just going to show you the right ways to do things.”

Wonwoo redirected himself now next to Chan, sitting on the same picnic side parallel to him. He told Chan to meet him at eye level, causing the other to sit up straight. Wonwoo took the side of his face, “Now listen carefully.”

A shudder suddenly went down Chan’s spine. “W-where is this really going?”

“You asked for my help,” Wonwoo reminded, grin taunting back at Chan, “don’t be scared.”

Wonwoo’s hand crept on the back of Chan’s neck, rough fingers threading up his blond locks. “You’re gonna want to play with her hair.” Wonwoo let the locks glide between his digits gently, curling at the ends, and Chan could feel micro hairs stand on his arms. “Like that, okay?”

“Mm-hmm.” Chan croaked.

“Good, now answer looking back at me.”

Chan hadn’t noticed at first, but instead of looking back into Wonwoo’s eyes, he had been actively avoiding. The blonde had himself force his eyes back on his company. “Y–yes.”

“Alright.” Wonwoo tilted the angle of Chan’s face, utilizing his thumb, and began leaning closer, his breath tickling the blonde’s cheek. Chan visibly swallowed, blinking back in quiet anticipation. Wonwoo's eyelids drop gently, and his lips–startlingly plump and pink–began to part. “Now when you’re this close, you give her the chance to breathe. Let her learn patience. Tease that patience. Let it fester.”

“Yeah, s-sure.” Chan responded, his heart building up until it was hitting a million beats a minute, at least it felt that way.

“You only get closer from there,” Wonwoo added. He inched closer and closer, lips only mere atoms away, and Chan can’t help but shoot his eyes up in alarm. But Wonwoo just kept talking, soothing and deep, alluring even to Chan. “You can feel how excited she is from here, her heart probably erratic from the distance.”

Chan developed a deeper red on his cheeks, relating all too well to that statement, but of course not the exciting part. That was reserved for you. Yet, his mind ran through a thousand different questions, one of them being why he wasn’t entirely repulsed by this. “Finally at the right time, your lips meet. It's warm, his comforting, and you take advantage of that pressure until it's hungry, gritty, starving.”

Chan sighed without thinking, already accepting his fate. Then Wonwoo’s lips stretched over his face in that devilish smile withdrawing, the warmth that once there taking a leap away from Chan. “She won’t know what’s coming to her. You're welcome.”

The oxygen knocked out Chan’s lungs, pulling him back to the present. He jumped up from his seat to collect himself, obviously clearing his throat before picking up his things. "Uh, thanks, ahem, Wonwoo. That helps."

“Anytime, Chan.”

Chan got up to leave soon after, trying to melt the image of Wonwoo from his brain, but he got what he needed. Wonwoo, despite his less-than-orthodox methods, knew what he was talking about. Chan would just have to trust his word.

That same night, Chan had put his friend's advice to the test. He called you over for an at-home date night and he was already itching to see the magic from the lesson. You playfully held the bottom of the hem of his shirt, taking short bursts of kisses Chan lands against your lips.

You hard fell into a natural rhythm with this routine, seeing as he was a little predictable. However, when he ran his fingers through your hair, your giggles melted into moans, skin stinging with every puncturing touch of his digits digging into your scalp and putting at your hair. Your bodies entangle with one another and naturally fell against the firm surface of his mattress, hips pressing into one another until your kisses fell more languid and deep.

“Chan,” you whispered, getting quite comfortable with this new side of him, "Well, that was rather different."

"Do you like that,” he asked softly, eyes still rounded like a puppy dog claiming his treat.

"Very much yes," you reeled him in closer, "What else can you do ?"

Chan thinks of an answer but fell flat. His mind just went completely blank from your question and now the arousal he once felt died along with his movement. He stuttered with his words, ashamed by his inability to respond and his uncertainty take the next steps, and he’s already pulling apart from you. Performance anxiety. It gets to everyone at some point eventually. "I'm sorry."

You sat up next to him, your brows dipped in concern. Your hand glided over his back, stroking in order to soothe his nerves. "What's wrong? Why are you apologizing?"

"I just wanted it to be perfect." He admitted.

He’s had his modest share of intimate partners but none were like you, who he was impossibly infatuated with.

"The first time isn't always is. We knew that."

"But 'ours' should be. I even asked the pirate for help.” He pulled at the tufts of his blonde, shutting his eyes tight in frustration.

Your eyes shot open, "You asked Wonwoo for help? What good would he do?"

"He just knows these kinds of things better than I do." Chan sighed.

"Say that again, I need that as my ringtone." Wonwoo, out of thin air, appears before you both, smickering at the painfully awkward sight leaning up against the door frame of Chan’s bedroom. "There really is trouble in paradise."

Cham jumped up from the bed, shocked at his appearance. "How did you get in here?"

"Pixie dust,” Wonwoo answered sarcastically before pointing his thumb back into the living room, "Your door was unlocked. Everyone could hear your–well lack of–sex life."

Chan fell back into bed, embarrassed beyond repair. "Kill me now."

"That won't be necessary," Wonwoo reassured, relieving himself of his burly coat as it dropped to the ground. “I said I’d help.”

Chan huffed, sneering back at the pirate, “I see what this is. I come to you with advice on being a better lover and you sabotage me by ‘pillaging’ and ‘plundering’ my beloved.”

Wonwoo rolled his eyes, “I don’t ‘pillage’ or ‘plunder’ people. Even if I did, your Darling wouldn’t be one of them. I am an honest pirate.”

“An ‘honest pirate’ frankly sounds like an oxymoron.” Chan rebutted.

Wonwoo was getting annoyed by Chan’s accusation but every damn nerve in him told him to stay against his better judgment. He crossed his arms, looking back at Chan sternly, “Look, you can argue with me all day, but every second you argue, is a second longer your little girlfriend doesn’t get to cum, so be my guest, insect.”

Chan scoffed, hands on hips. Offended didn’t even begin to start describing how Wonwoo made him feel. “Fine. Let’s see how you do it then!”

“Chan!” You interrupted, cheeks hot from the lingering embarrassment of knowing you and your boyfriend had gotten caught in the midst of your activities. Wonwoo, the cheekiest pirate that everyone on campus knew, just so happened to know the intimate details of it before stumbling upon it in real-time, and now seconds away from being involved due to your boyfriend’s reflex to prove someone wrong.

Chan’s anger dissipated upon hearing your voice, immediately coming to your side. “I’m sorry, my love. That just came out. Of course, nothing will happen. Not without your permission.”

Your eyes shift from your boyfriend to the intruder, who pirated all over your intimate moment. You should’ve been mad you were interrupted, you should’ve been mad that Chan brought up your private details with someone on the outside, but all you couldn’t help but feel was intrigued. The fact that Chan was fine with another man joining was surprising, to say the least, but you’d be lying if you had thought it was a rather appealing image that sent arousal between your legs.

You clenched your thighs together, comparing Chan’s soft gaze with Wonwoo’s cocky one, eventually nodding your head in bashful interest. “It’s new, and rather different than what I’m used to, but If it’s something you’re willing to try, I am too.”

Chan smiled gratefully, pressing a kiss to your lips, before turning back to Wonwoo with a slight scowl. “Okay, what did you have in mind, pirate?”

Wonwoo grinned, proceeding to walk closer to the couple before joining them at the corner of the bed, dressed down in a simple black shirt and black ripped jeans. “Baby steps, what I’ve already taught you at lunch today.”

“He taught you something?” You questioned in bemusement.

Chan tried filtering through the blush on his cheeks but failed. “It’s not what you think, he just…gave me some direction.”

“Since I’ve shown Chan what to do,” Wonwoo’s hands came up to rest on your shoulder, burning hot against you, “It’s time I show you what to do, little Darling.”

You’ve always had a hate/love relationship with the endearment ‘Darling.’ Since it was your family name, it came with the repercussions that everyone thought it’d be okay to refer to you as such instead of your given name, but hearing how it rolled off Wonwoo’s tongue sounded like pure sex.

“You touch her in a way she resists, I’ll kill you, Jones.” Chan threatened.

“Relax, I won’t. Milady, do you consent to me kissing you?”

You nodded, watching as he inched closer to meet you at eye level. “As I said with Chan, It’s all about the teasing, the build-up for the kiss.”

Chan watched over patiently as Wonwoo did the same steps he learned today: the touching of the hair, the gradual closing of each other’s body, his breath visibly lingering close enough to your lips that you could make out the spearmint gum he’s been chewing. Wonwoo smiled to see how much more cooperative you were compared to Chan, who was already fuming at the sight.

“You caught up now, Miss Y/n?”

“I-I think so.”

“Good. Now I’ll show you what I haven't shown Chan, but you’ll be teaching him soon after, alright?”

You quietly nodded. Soon, Wonwoo met your lips for the first time, tasting, and reveling in sweetness that was supposed to be Chan’s and only Chan’s. Anger fueled the young fairy, his knuckles turning white from balling his hand in fists, but it soon melted seeing your face.

Wonwoo kissed differently from Chan, not in a way that was better or worse, but it opened your body to a new possibility you haven’t explored yet. The pirate’s hand traveled from your face to your side, pulling you by the hip towards him, in turn releasing a yelp down his throat. You made no protest, seeing as the action only enhanced the current situation, and you feel your hands move on him just as naturally, playing at the buttons of his shirt.

His tongue caressed your lips for entry and you gave access, having now your saliva mixing in an obscenely decadent way. You moaned moving closer to him, your knees now digging into the mattress in the process, lost in heat. Your body arched into his, feeling the firm definition beneath his clothes. It felt so different and wrong and addictive.

“My love,” Chan breathed out. The complex emotions running through him made the fairy’s possessive nature conflict with the arousal stemming from such an erotic scene unfolding. All that was clear was that his pants were tightening at the crotch.

You immediately pulled away from Wonwoo at the sound of Chan's soft timbre, a hand to your mouth, shocked by your own actions. “Have I–oh, dear.”

Chan shook his head, “Not like that, Y/n, I’ve just realized now how beautiful you look needy and desperate. It’s…exhilarating.”

You covered your face, hiding behind his deliciously sinful words, typing to ignore the damp tension you tried so hard to clench away. Wonwoo simply chuckles, “She’s a natural.” He pulled your hands away from your face, gentle encouragement in his surprisingly kind eyes. Kind for a pirate anyway. “Time for you to show, Chan. Do exactly as I’ve taught you, and he will follow. He’s a good student too.”

You quickly returned to Chan, need flooding every orifice of your body before catching him in a liplock. You made use of your lesson, playing with Chan's hair, trailing your hands over Chan’s body, and letting your lips follow the pace of your heart, practically devouring the plush cushion of Chan’s lips. Chan mimicked your movement to a tee, catching up at sonic speed, and you could feel his pulse quicken beneath the palm of your hand.

“That’s it,” Wonwoo led, “Chan, don’t be shy about doing things out of the box too, she wants you just as much as you want her.”

Being a high-achieving student, Chan pulled you in his lap, straddling him, where you were grinding against him like a pair of horny teenagers. His hands found home on your chest, cupping the fullness of your breasts through your clothes. An obscene moan followed soon after.

“Atta-boy.”

Chan smiled at Wonwoo’s sincere rally before continuing to work into your liplock, that was hardly working at all seeing how seamlessly your bodies meshed like one. Slowly, articles of clothing began coming apart from your bodies, skin exposing without a second thought until you were only left in your underwear. You could practically feel yourself dripping between your legs, and at this point, you would be actively worried about it getting on Chan’s thighs, but you were too lust blind that the thought never reached your brain.

Chan’s newly acclimated fascination with your breasts had him appreciating them to their entirety, feeling how the peaks hardened under his touch and tasted on his tongue. His only regret was that he didn’t learn it so much sooner. Then came your body, soft and lively under his fingertips. He could feel every goosebump, every curve, every delicate feature of your body, unable to believe you’d given yourself to him like this. Balls of flesh in his hand, he held you like a man gone mad, crotch thrusting into you as if his erection was seconds away from busting right out from his pants.

Meanwhile, your hands glided over Chan’s sculpted muscles, internally squealing at their firmness while moisture flooded your core. For a fairy, everyone expected them to be dainty and delicate, much due to the attention they placed on their magic rather than physical labor, but beneath Chan’s pristine exterior, he was rugged.

The valleys of his abdomen were deep, making your hands slide through like butter, and his arms–both large and built to provide safety–embraced you with blistering heat. Your mouth water at the simple thought of them pinning you against a flat surface, your feet far from touching the ground. God, his body was made for worship to the level of a deity and you would take all of eternity to do it. “Mmh, Chan…”

His hand in your hair stroked it sweetly, but his teeth pulled at your bottom lip’s resistance, “All for you, my love. Tear me away, lash at me, bring me in ruin. I am at your beck and call.”

“So glad you mentioned that, Chan,” Wonwoo obnoxiously interrupted, “because you’re going to do something for Y/n that I’m sure you’ll both very much enjoy.”

Wonwoo directed you to sit up against the bed frame while he handed something off to Chan, whispering in his ear. Chan accepted it before making his way to you, parting your legs with the nudge of his knee. His smile is unwavering as he reached down for your hands, thumbing over the back of them. Abruptly, he took them both above your head, having you stare back at him anxiously. Utilizing what Wonwoo gave him personally, a single silk scarf, Chan tied you down at your wrists, looping them through on the nook of the bedframe to ensure escape wasn’t an option.

“He said they’d be better than rope.” Chan blushed. “At least, I won’t have to worry about you getting hurt.”

“What are you going to do to me, Chan?” You asked slightly afraid, but your fear is overwhelmed by the presence of thrill.

Still smiling, he doesn’t answer and instead lowers his body, hands smoothing over your legs. Wonwoo, who previously had just been watching aside from your kiss, sat behind Chan, watching the tremble of your legs and you couldn’t help but feel naked under his gaze. Chan's kisses feathered over your inner thighs, teeth nipping at you during his slow entry, and his arms came up beneath you to tug you against his lips.

“Oh…” You let out, feeling his mouth move against your molten core.

“You’re so wet for me, my love, mmh…”

Chan’s tender love has yet to be translated into sexual initiation until this very moment and, damn, it was the most amazing thing you’ve ever experienced. His whispers tickled your skin before it was captured by his mouth. Teeth colliding with your folds, the light strokes of his tongue, you can feel how he’s careful, appreciating every fold, making sweet sweet love your messy core. Then, Chan pressed deeper, exploring your warmth, ravaging you, and cushioning his cheeks with your thighs. He groaned into his feast, sending vibrations up your body.

Your eyes fluttered out of bliss, whining about your inability to touch his soft hair or pet his handsome face, instead, you could gaze back at him, crying out his name until your throat would give out.

“Isn’t he pretty,” Wonwoo commented, his hand ran through Chan's thick locks, taunting you with his free hands, and a growl ran low in your throat. “He’s just eating you right up. Tongue buried in your pussy…lips wet with your sweet syrup…he’s obsessed with you little Darling.”

You slightly glared back at Wonwoo, loathing the accuracy of his words, but the distraction Chan is causing made it difficult to manage. Your legs wrung on either side of your boyfriend’s head, chest alleviating the harsh breaths escaping your lungs and to your demise, and that only amused Wonwoo more.

“Chan, you can do better than that,” the pirate encouraged, now curling his hair between his fingers, “Let me help.”

Wonwoo’s fingers threaded through Chan’s bedhead now rougher, mercilessly, he pressed Chan’s face deeper into your warmth, your collective moans bouncing off the walls. Your fingers curled in anguish, the heat of Chan’s tongue so far inside of you made you madder than the local hatter. Wonwoo was more than satisfied by both of your responses and rewarded your boyfriend with a light stroke to his head, ebbing out the cute whines from the blonde.

“Don’t forget to look up, Chan.” Wonwoo pulled Chan’s head slightly back, lips still on you, now watching you with a mindless glow. Blown-out eyes stared back at you in hunger, the image of your malleable state burning into the very depth of his soul. “Take a good look at that face. Listen to her moans. Isn’t she the most darling of Darlings? Chan, you lucky dog.”

“I am lucky,” Chan mumbled, before running tired stripes up your slit, mesmerized by the slow drop of your swollen upper lips, drool falling out of the corner. Rounding out his mouth, suctioned to your entrance, and in doing so you only get louder, whinier, needier. “My love tastes so sweet in my mouth.”

Chan was too good of a listener and Wonwoo took full advantage. Per the pirate's instructions, Chan’s lips wrapped around your clit, the presence of his fingers claiming the spot of his tongue. They pushed in and out of you addictively, following the clench of your sopping cunt, and gushing out your scent that later drips down his forearm. How wet it was, how animalistic it looked, the melody of your voices joined together in sinful harmony brought shivers to Wonwoo’s spine. He couldn’t be more proud. It was like he was watching Chan’s congratulatory ceremony, the diploma being you coming apart before both the men’s eyes.

“I’m—Mmh—gonna cum…Chan please…”

“You heard her, Chan, make her dirty little cunt cum in your mouth…that’s it…just like that,” Wonwoo returns his attention to you, “Do it, little darling, defile his pretty little mouth. Make it that it's only your cum he tastes for weeks.”

The vulgar language pushed you to the edge, bucking your lips until you vibrate like a toy against Chan. Your voice resonates throughout the room. This put no stop to Chan letting it linger, fingers ramming inside you in slick friction as you gush in his mouth like candy. All the blonde does is chuckles, collecting your nectar in his mouth.

“Good boy, Chan,” Wonwoo complimented, “Now spit it in her mouth.”

Chan was quick on his feet, letting sweetness fall above from his lips into your mouth in crystal clear ribbons in a rough spat. He held a smile so wide and manic on his face, he was unrecognizable. You took every bit of it it, savoring you on his lips and tongue before Wonwoo commanded, “Again” and Chan’s back on your pussy for seconds.

You were already recovering from orgasm milliseconds before now you were going to take another. Chan got less timid over time, even spitting his findings back into you. His intoxicating chuckles played in your ears, flushing your skin, and if he ate you out like this every day of every hour, you would not complain.

Wonwoo, the director and mere spectator didn’t let himself get too involved, only palming his erection while he enjoyed the show. His hand would occasionally come back against Chan’s hair, leading him in the right direction, but when your third—oh was ít fourth—orgasm unfolded, he decided it was enough of an appetizer.

“Chan, be a gentleman and fuck her pretty cunt. I can tell she’s just dying for it.”

Chan got up to reconnect lips with you, “That true?” He asked, your climax coating your lips, “You want me to fuck your pretty, sopping pussy, love?”

You let out a guttural moan, tension building in your lower abdomen, “Mmh, yes, please. I need your cock in me…”

Wonwoo hummed a song of glee. “Oh, Little Darling’s got a mouth, huh? Let’s see how you can take him.”

They position you on your back, tits falling gracefully in the center of your chest as Chan’s slid his raw length up your wet slit. You whimpered seeing his size, desperate to have him inside you. When he gives you that pleasure, your head is thrown back into the pillow, the stretch of his cock throwing you for a loop. “Fuck, Chan…”

“You feel…fuck…you feel so…fuck…”

Chan fucked like how he talked, sweet and tender. Your thrill traveled up your entire body despite the many times you’ve finished, clenching around him with your legs joined to his hips. His pace gradually accelerated the moment his voice gravelly, biting his lips down, seeing pleasure contort your beautiful face into something even more devastatingly arousing. His cock was a perfect fit, fucking you like you were made for him and he almost forgets that Wonwoo is still here, watching so patiently. Almost.

“Wonwoo.”

At the call of his name, the pirate turned to Chan curiously, hand still over his pants. “Yes, pet?”

“I want your mouth on her pussy, now.”

“Chan,” Wonwoo exclaimed, wildly impressed.

“Do it before I change my mind, heathen.”

Wonwoo pulled himself up and into action. His hands pull his shirt over his head to avoid a mess, giving you a glimpse of the athleticism the pirate had etched into his also very beautiful, stunning body before he faced your groin, lips centimeters away from your round, glossy bud. “Miss Y/n.”

“Wonwoo,” You timidly greeted him between pants.

“I’m going to enjoy this, just as much as you’ll enjoy cumming a fifth time today.”

His long tongue slithers like a snake, dangling it closer to cock filled core before latching against your soft clit. Your eyes momentarily rolled to the back of your head before landing it back on Wonwoo, seeing the taut expression of a man that's off his leash. Kitten licks would simply not do in this case.

His hands held you still, eyelids half open to watch you practically melt upon him, “Perfect little clit…on a perfect little pussy…on a perfectly Darling girl.”

The pure tension in your body had hit you harder than expected. It threw your back to a perfect arch, balancing between a cock as perfect as Chan's thrusting inside you, while Wonwoo sucked on you like a lolly. The pirate’s hands traveled up your body, memorizing the shape of your warm tits. His tongue drew shapes against you, circling and spreading your moisture, while at the same time, you found him rolling your hard nipples between the pads of his fingers.

“Shit, shit, shit…”

“Taking his cock so well, little Darling,” Wonwoo complimented in a husky voice, “Isn’t she, Chan?”

“She’s…taking me…perfectly,” Chan agreed in a breathless voice.

“You want him to fill you with his cum.” Wonwoo bit his lip, using one hand to squeeze your clit, swelling it up until you're practically screaming. “Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes watered, hot from the heat of–well everything–and only nodded before weakly yelping out a curt, “Yes.”

Chan could just feel how you pulse around him, knowing you weren’t lying. His eyes fell shut, ramming in you faster, harder, the slapping of your skin loud and clear of his efforts, he lets out a harsh groan, telling himself, he can take just a little more.

“Take it,” Wonwoo commanded, “Cum all over his cock before he decides to cum in you. It’s the least you can do.”

The pirate read Chan’s mind like an automated teleprompter, with a newfound gratitude for his friend.

“…Take my cum, Y/n,” Chan repeated with stolen breath, “take all of it.”

To no one’s surprise, their words led you to take another fat, harsh orgasm, bucking your hips. Chan followed suit. His cum came in waves with loud raspy groans, clutching your thighs until he coated you inside creamy white. His final thrust came sensationally deep, filling you to the brim. Full was an understatement.

A mixture of your climax seeped out from your cunt when Chan pulled out, your pretty pussy now gorgeously adorned with vicious nectar. Wonwoo seized the opportunity in a snap move. His mouth didn’t hesitate to take your sensitive pussy entirely in his mouth, sucking out every bit of cum left inside you, leaving only the sounds of squelching and his groaning at the delectable taste.

“Fuck, Wonwoo,” you couldn’t help but call out and Chan doesn’t even get a second to be mad at another man eating out his girlfriend. Instead, somehow he’s entranced at how quick Wonwoo was to clean up a mess he wasn’t even responsible for.

“Fuck,” Chan echoed, almost just as turned out by seeing Wonwoo eat up the cum as much as Chan was making it, leaving some unanswered questions to float in the charged air.

Once Wonwoo was finished, he crashed into your lips, feeding you the remnants left on his tongue. “A bidding gift.”

You blinked back in surprise, “You’re leaving?”

“I was only supposed to help your sex lives. I wasn't meant to join in, Little Darling.”

“But you’re here anyway.” Wonwoo's eyes flickered to the fairy, the last person he thought would protest. “You might as well finish what you started, pirate.”

“And you wouldn’t mind?” Wonwoo questions.

“As long as it's consensual. Plus…it’s not like your extra leg is going anywhere time soon.”

Wonwoo chortled at Chan’s innuendo, briefly looking down at the erection in his pants, still very angry and stiff, before nodding. “Alright then. Your turn to lead, pet.”

Wonwoo wore a condom in respect for Chan, exposing his size for the first time. Your eyes locked on Wonwoo’s cock like it was forbidden fruit, watching how it curled up to his stomach before he settled closer to you and Chan.

Chan guided you back to him, bruising your lips in a method that was foreign until now. His teeth found your lips in a soft tug and you gasped as he pushed your naked body back on the bed, devouring your lips until he shifted you on top of him. The curve of his wet cock slapped back at your stomach, making you reminisce on how he had just felt inside you.

“So beautiful…You took my cock so well, now you’re gonna take it along with Wonwoo’s. You think your little pussy can fit in all the cock, hmm?”

“Yes, yes, give it to me please…”

He moaned at your desperation, tongue swiping over his bottom lip, “Put it in for me then, love.”

You obeyed, finding his length, slathering arousal up and down, before sliding it inside you. The friction is momentarily more manageable, but it doesn’t stop your moans that inevitably fell out. He found the curve of your ass and bounced you on his lap. Your hands, once trapped in silk, were now roaming in his hair, smiling against his lips as you latched on to him.

Wonwoo steadied himself behind you, finding an opening. His hands settled against Chan’s and together they spread you evenly. Your pussy, already preoccupied with Chan’s presence, fluttered at him, like their version of a wink. “So pretty…God, both of you should see how Darling looks so good taking Chan’s pretty cock.

He inched closer, stroking up his length as he aligned it at your entry before easing himself between you and Chan. You dropped your jaw, the stretch of Wonwoo’s presence taking you by pleasant surprise, “Fuck, fuck…”

“So fucking wet.” Wonwoo tested with a single thrust, then another, each followed up by your winces that melted into mellow moans. “Mmh, your cunt feels so much better imagined…You’re taking up like a champion, Little Darling.”

Your forehead kissed Chan’s, hands iron gripped on the bed frame, you savored the pleasurable ache between your legs as their thrusts fucked your insides at their own varying pace. You weren’t too comfortable with using obscenities yourself, but today your vocabulary was comparative to a sailor’s, pouring your heart and soul into every comprehendible word that left your lips, and at that moment, there weren’t many.

Chan kissed your temple, praising you in a lethally soft voice. His hand slid down your back misted in sweat, clutching you harder against him. He rocked into you so hard, he had slipped out, taking only a second to slide it back in you, “So soaked for me,” escaping between his heavy breaths. You screamed chants of a deity that would never come, tears blurring your vision until they fell against your cheeks.

“Mmh, you’re taking us so good, my love…How is it? How’s two cocks fucking you full to the brink of insanity?”

Even Wonwoo was blown away by the fairy’s choice of words, but hey, this wasn’t the first time Chan has surprised him today and hopefully, it wouldn’t be the last. “She probably can’t think being so full, isn’t that right, little darling? Our cocks fucking you stupid yet?”

You only answered in incomprehensive sounds, too preoccupied with the familiar strike of arousal about to hit you as they sped up. Your eyes fully rolled back into your skull and Chan could only see white in them. If he didn’t know better, he’d be worried, but the smile on your face indicated you were just fine. “So cock drunk she can’t even answer. How cute.”

“Let’s put her out of her misery and make her cum again. She surely won’t mind.”

And you didn’t, the carnal visceral sensations of their cocks joined to stretch you open, their mind-numbing rhythm bottoming out of you like heaven, and they together blossomed your hardest orgasm yet. Your muscles contracted, doubling over Chan in aguish, ripping your voice loud enough for both of them to hear. He caresses the back of your head while Wonwoo is buried in you deep by meeting his chest to your back, his groans now audibly down directly in your ear.

Chan caressed your face, “Cum, yes like that, you’re so beautiful…How can someone like you so beautiful exist?”

You sobbed into his shoulder, overwhelmed at all angles but ultimately broke under the tender warmth of his words. God, how could you ever be so lucky.

“Take my cum again for me, my love, and I’ll take care of you long after you’re asleep.”

You nodded, embracing him weakly, and Chan held you dearly along with Wonwoo for the finale. Bursts of white colored you inside-out, and you take every drop until they’re both empty. Your body grew fatigued from what felt like hours together and your mind takes a break, deeply knocked out on Chan’s bed. Chan leaves for a second, coming back with warm towels, friendly handing one off to Wonwoo. “Here.”

The pirate looked at it like a foreign object before accepting, seeing Chan take his own towel and dragged it over your mess of pussy in hopes of cleaning you dry. “Thanks for the assist, Wonwoo.”

Wonwoo smiled, copying as he does but with himself, “You’re welcome, I had fun. I hope you did too.”

Chan blushed, turning back to Wonwoo rather hesitantly. “Surprisingly, I did. Hope I can live up to that again for her.”

“I’m sure you will.”

“Thanks. I’ll have to do you a favor sometime…in thanks.”

Wonwoo joined his side, smiling rather cheekily, “I can think of a few ways.”

“If it involves Y/n and you alone, forget it.”

“Actually,” Wonwoo’s hand stung on the patch of skin on Chan’s smooth back, a cool draft hitting the young fairy, “it involves both of you. I’d love to do this again, and again. Maybe exclusively?”

“Are you asking to…be a couple with us, Wonwoo?”

The pirate chuckled at Chan’s innocent phrasing before landing a chaste kiss on his cheek, earning a look of shock on the fairy’s face, and getting up, his flaccid cock hanging in the cold air as naturally as if it were caveman times. “Think on it, insect, and if you’ll need me, I’ll be in the shower. A wet towel will certainly not be enough to get me clean.”

Wonwoo trodded off to the restroom across from Chan’s room and he leaves the door wide open. Chan feels like all the oxygen has been sucked out of his lungs, pondering the inexplicable words from another man he never imagined he would actually hesitate on and then there’s the sound of running water, following the low groan of Wonwoo reacting to its heat. Chan takes a deep exhale before deciding and it takes a total of two seconds for him to get up, walk through that bathroom door, and closed it behind him.

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Human Illustrator Wally x Reader (part 2)

Fun fact: I like to listen to music that fits the vibes of what I'm writing and I wanted something more cheery an whimsical for this... but my dumb brain likes sad/creepy music and I couldn't find anything I liked that was truly happy, so I ended up listening to Bo en's My Time while writing this.

TW: None

🐻 When you arrive at the daycare, you quickly show everybody the book. Opening it to the back page, where he signed it, you see his name scribbled down. It is slightly messy, with all the letters being capitals and the "L"'s being slightly sideways. From what you can tell, it fits his silly little personality.

🐻 However, right as you begin showing everyone the book, you remember that some of the kids won't be able to see it that well, if at all... Oh no, now you feel like garbage...

🐻 One of those exact kids, a little girl related to Howdy, the local store owner, asks "Can I hold the book? I wanna see if something I heard works!" You grow quiet, before saying "Sure." To your surprise, all of the kids are watching and whispering "Right... Let's see if it works..." What in the world are they talking about?

🐻 She holds the book in her hands, which you made sure to keep opened to the signature. She runs her hands across it, before she makes it to the signature. She flinches, before gently pushing down on it. Her little face beams with the joy of a thousand summers as she chirps "He cares! I can feel it! I can feel his name! Johnny! Johnny, get over here!" "You're right, Henny!"

🐻 You are shocked, as well as a bit confused. You don't understand and want to investigate, but you want to wait for the children to calm down and let them have their fun. Even a few of the children with no visual impairments are pressing their hands on the book, chirping that they can feel it, too. You have an idea as to what it could be, but you want to check, first.

🐻Henny calls you over "Ms./Mr./Mx. (Y/N)! Come on! Feel it! I know that you probably didn't think to do so because you can see it, which is alright, but it's so cool!" You gently take the book, staring at the signature, before placing your fingers on his name. Your suspicions are confirmed as you grin.

🐻 While writing his name, he must've pressed the pen down hard enough to leave an indent to let all the kids be able to experience his signature. "Wow... Henny, how were you able to tell he would do this?" Henny, as well as the other kids, all start speaking over one another. You can hear Henny's voice over the rest, though, as she practically shouts with pride "My dad is friends with him! He constantly talks about how Wally does things like that for kids! My dad was the one who gave Wally that idea!"

🐻 You look down at her, expecting the other kids to tell her that she is lying, however, they go along with her claims. "I saw Mr. Wally at his store a few months ago with my mama! He tries to do that thing where people dress up as someone else, but his blue hair is very recognizable!" "Yeah! He helped me reach that apple toy on the top shelf! He then got another one and bought it for himself!" "Howdy is so cool for knowing celebrities!" "Doesn't Wally also know Ms. Poppy, that baker? I saw a show where she baked a cake in the shape of one of the bears he drew!" "I heard Mr. Wally gets his clothes from Julie's Joyous Clothes Company and is friends with Julie Joyful, herself!" Slowly, but surely, the talks about Mr. Darling and Howdy knowing each other turns into children's gossip about which famous people Mr. Darling does and does not know.

🐻 You think about the number in your pocket, subconsciously placing your hand over it. You don't know enough to know if any of their gossip is true... But you have the means to find out more about the mysterious, cheerful man. You can also make these kids so happy by having him visit! They can ask him questions about what they want to know, too!

🐻 Mr. Abbott walks into the recreation room, smiling as he asks you "Looks like these kids have Darling Fever, eh, (Y/N)? Do you want to go outside to relax? It is, technically, your day off today. Andy can take it from here." You giggle at the words "Darling Fever", before nodding. "Yeah. I actually want to talk to you about something, if you don't mind."

🐻 The two of you walk outside, sitting on the bench at the front of the daycare. You take out the paper from your pocket, saying "Mr. Darling gave me his number to call if you ever want him to visit the daycare." He gasps, looking at you "He... gave you his number? That's amazing! Wait, why are you trying to hand it to me?" You tilt your head and you hold it out to him "Well... you own the daycare? So it would make sense for you to call?"

🐻 He shakes his head quickly "No, no... he gave YOU his number! He very rarely gives out his number to people. I don't know why, but I think it might be that he doesn't trust many people with it. So, I can only assume he gave it to you because he trusts YOU. If I called, he might be uncomfortable." You look down at the paper, asking "Really...? There is so much I don't know about him. Should I call to see if he can visit? He must be a busy man... I don't want to bother him while he is doing something."

🐻"It's now or never. I know you. You'll be too nervous to call if you don't do it now." You smile, taking out your phone and calling the number on the paper. It beeps a few times, before somebody picks up and says "Hello?"

🐻 You take a deep breath. You can hear the voices of the crowd at his book signing in the background. You must've called during it... You hesitate, before saying "Hello! Umm... Is Mr. Darling there? I am from the Apple Castle Learning Center. He gave me his number and told me to call to see if he can visit?" The man on the other end of the line hums in thought, then says "Let me go get him. He has been waiting for you to call. It might take a moment, so be patient."

🐻 You tense up, feeling your heart race. He has been waiting for you? You look to Mr. Abbot, who places a hand on your shoulder to try to comfort you. He whispers "You're doing great! You got this!"

🐻 The man on the other end of the line suddenly shouts "COMING THROUGH! MR. DARLING'S GOTTA VERY IMPORTANT CALL! OUTTA THE WAY! HE'LL BE BACK IN A MOMENT!" You flinch from how loud it is, but you are shocked when you hear Wally's voice in the crowd, asking "Did they call? Please tell me it's them!"

🐻 It takes a bit, but you hear the crowd's voice die out, before Mr. Darling says a quiet "Thank you, Barnaby." Then, your heart races when he says "Hello? Is this (Y/N)?" You grin, saying "Yes, it is! Umm, I was wondering if you would like to set up a date and time to visit the Apple Castle Learning Center?"

🐻"That would be just lovely. We can talk about it tomorrow. Do you want to meet up at Howdy's Place? I'm friends with the owner. We can sit and talk at the little cafe area near the back. They serve some lovely milk tea. We can talk it all over then. I know you have some phone anxiety from your tone." "Of course! How about we meet there at 12 PM?" "That would be lovely. I'll see you then. Goodbye, (Y/N)." "Goodbye."

🐻 You end the call, looking over to Mr. Abbott and telling him the plan. He pats you on the back, telling you how well you did on the phone. You write down some things you need to ask Mr. Darling about, such as what date and time would be best for him to visit, as well what activities would be best. Then, you suddenly realize something... You never told Mr. Darling your name and there is no name tag on your uniform. The daycare doesn't have enough funds to make them... So how did he know it...?

🐻 You write down at the bottom of the list to ask him about it at Howdy's.

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home au #wally darling #wally darling x reader

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accirax · 11 months

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Nene’s Role in Wonderlands x Showtime

The release of The Miniature Garden’s Coral seems to have confirmed some things I’ve recently speculated might transpire in future Wonderlands x Showtime events-- namely regarding Nene and how she may actually be the most important member of the troupe-- so, let’s talk about them! I’ll be using zui’s lyrics video for my translations, so hopefully they’re accurate.

With the past couple of WxS events in mind, it’s easy to see that this 3DMV is also about endings. While the MV begins in a sunny blue afternoon light...

...the characters and set eventually bask in a beautiful sunset orange, signaling the end of the day. The lyrics even mention being “between the end of the blue sky and the beginning of the night sky,” further emphasizing that we’re in the middle of the story. When the sky is blue, the troupe expresses uncertainty: Rui mentions that he feels lost, and Tsukasa, scared. But eventually, Nene admits that, in this beginning period, she was “spoiled by the sound of the waves,” AKA that the commotion surrounding WxS’s formation led to a troupe that became a source of comfort for all of them.

Once the sun sets, there are a lot of “even ifs.” Nene sings about how she’ll continue to sing this song, even if things are starting to look unsteady and she’s not sure if she should proceed. However, by the end of the song, she resolves to "still sing this song” while keeping up a smile.

I think that the fact that Nene says she will sing this song is incredibly important, because, as established, this song is about endings. Meanwhile, back in Mr. Showtime, Tsukasa firmly didn’t want WxS to end, and was holding out until closing time. Rui’s What Sort of Ending Are You Wishing For? and Emu’s Starry Sky Orchestra seemingly both acknowledge an ending as well, but it’s not at all easy. Rui seems to fall into a resigned depression at the thought, keeping a whimsical facade up when the very thought of separating kills him inside. The thought haunts him, MV riddled with hourglasses that he can’t get out of his head. Emu can only tolerate taking the first step towards a breakup with tooth-rottingly sugarcoated promises of eternal togetherness and literally holding hands as they go (I love her btw this is not Emu slander). She never even says the word “end,” only “tomorrow.”

Rui, Emu, and Tsukasa are basically Denialx3. Rui tries to deny his emotions regarding disbanding, Emu tries to deny that the ending is coming at all, and Tsukasa tries to deny that there’s nothing he can do to keep them from inevitably drifting apart. And that’s where Nene comes in again.

Rui’s dream is to perform technically complex shows that will resonate with an audience. He can do that from Phoenix Wonderland. Emu’s dream is to keep the Wonder Stage up and operating forever. She has to do that from Phoenix Wonderland. Tsukasa’s dream is to become the number one world star and make everyone smile. While this would likely take him away from the park, in another story, I could see it being possible that, in the end, Tsukasa decides that making the people in his local community happy is more important than trying to change the entire world. Thus, he could also follow his dream from Phoenix Wonderland, even if it’s not ideal.

But then there’s Nene. Her dream is, and always has been, to perform in Broadway musicals. Broadway is a live performance in New York City. There is no possible way for Nene to get what she wants while staying in Phoenix Wonderland. And that is possibly why Wonderlands x Showtime’s ending is the easiest for her to process.

Now, I’m not trying to say that Nene doesn’t love her friends. She adores them. Her three previous commissions have proven that. It’s the amount of love she has for them that will propel her to make what is actually the best choice for their dreams. Nene is the little mermaid, both when swimming freely the oceans with a beautiful, unstoppable song, and when enduring pain herself to stand with and for the ones she loves. Her friends, in this situation... are coral.

Remember that coral, “blurred” and uncertain in the water and “stained orange by the setting sun”? The miniature garden is Phoenix Wonderland; the coral is Emu, Rui, and Tsukasa; and that coral is stained orange by its desperation to keep rereading the final chapter instead of closing the book for now and putting it away to revisit in the future. Coral, while a beautiful living organism, is also completely static.

Static like stone statues which, at least by my interpretation, is what the rest of WxS turns into at the end of the 3DMV. The three of them (and Kaito) are paralyzed with the fear of the suffering an ending would bring. Only Nene is alive and human to be the one to show the group the benefits it can bring as well.

There are a lot of aspects of this song and Nene’s entire personality that lead me to believe that she will be the one to bring about change in WxS. First, she most often “has the braincell,” so to speak. I don’t think it’s a coincidence that she performs this song with Kaito, the most mature of the WxS vocaloids, either. During April Fool’s 2023, she was put into the Solid Heart class. One might think that troupe leader Tsukasa should be the Solid Heart, and that shy Nene should be the Cautious Heart, but they (accurately) sorted it the other way.

Nene is a very strong-willed person. In other stories, it might be seen as a negative that Nene is always the most hesitant one to get into shenanigans, or that she would even dare to be the one to suggest a WxS split in the first place. What an ungrateful wet blanket Nene is, willing to throw away her friends for the sake of her own selfish dream. But in this story, staying at Phoenix Wonderland isn’t really what will make Rui or Tsukasa happy, and even Emu may have to graduate to focusing on the entire company instead of just one stage someday.

Nene’s friends brought her out of the darkness and into the light of day, and she is so grateful for that. She knows how amazing they are, which is how she knows that they can make more friends and continue to do even more amazing things in the future if they can bear to leave their high school part-time jobs behind and enter the real world, just like her.

So, Nene’s role is to be Wonderlands x Showtime’s guiding light. She’ll tell Rui what sort of ending she’s wishing for, and then console him when he can’t repress his tears. She’ll be the one to hold Emu’s hand while they take that next step into tomorrow. Her three best friends helped her to grow from the loner who operated a robot from the theme park bushes, and she’ll help them step out of that theme park and be who they truly want to be.

There is one other thing I wanted to mention, though...

Tsukasa.

As I mentioned previously, while all three of Rui, Emu, and Tsukasa are in denial, Tsukasa is the most actively in opposition to an ending. He’s also the troupe leader, and the sole creator of the Wonderland Sekai. If someone is going to actively try to stop Nene from suggesting separation, it’s definitely going to at least start with him. But as Nene has already stated in The Miniature Garden’s Coral, despite any opposition that makes her question whether or not she should proceed, she already plans to continue singing her beliefs about a bittersweet yet timely goodbye.

And, their conflict is something that’s basically been foreshadowed from the beginning too, right? Nene has always roasted Tsukasa, giving a counterpoint to his blindingly bright worldview. In upcoming chapters, however, I believe that may start to transform from simple fun banter into a genuine conflict with clear sides drawn...

And THAT’S why ColoPale gave them Childish War.

Nenekasa nation get ready, ‘cause I don’t think this is the last Nene and Tsukasa fight we’re going to see.

#project sekai #pjsekai #nene kusanagi #tsukasa tenma #rui kamishiro #emu otori #wonderlands x showtime #as always thank you so much for reading!!!#i can post things about the rest of wxs too not just tsukasa i love all of them #on that note though i was reading something lately about angstkasa #and how a lot of the people who haven't read the source material mischaracterize him (and others)#and uh well. i haven't actually read much of the source material #so i'm SUPER sorry if i'm mischaracterizing him here it is not at all my intention #i just hear a lot about what happens on JP and have thoughts and feelings about it so i post #my theories regarding sekai are always meant to be a best case scenario #where the stories are as interesting and the characters are as deep as possible #i fully acknowledge that what i wrote here might not actually be true #i don't want to get anyone's hopes up about something that i have no guarantees will actually happen #i just want to have fun while we're all here y'know? :)#that is all. i can't wait to see where the story goes from here #my theories #WXS

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dolliestfairy · 10 months

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𝑃𝑖𝑥𝑖𝑒 𝑆𝑒𝑐𝑟𝑒𝑡 ༊ ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،

Hinata Shoyo, Tsukishima Kei, Kuroo tetsuro with Chubby!Fem!reader who is a fairy ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰ ʚ(❛▿❛✿)ɞ

ཐིiཋྀ Author Note : hello my fairies & lovlies! hope ur doing just fine today! and now i'm writing again with Haikyuu :), its been a quite long time since i dont write for haikyuu. last time i write them is when i write Bokuto x Fairy!fem!reader who loves Dollette Fashion. i actually have been dying to write haikyuu hcs & fanfics from a long time but i dont really that bond with the characters personality, but now i decided to make one for my haikyuu fav characters! hope you like it. ₊ ˖ ་ ݁٬ ࣪ ،𖧷

ཐིiཋྀ Warnings :

Fluff, Teasing, implied jokingly threatening, and maybe some misspelled words. Reader skin color is Not announced.

*gifs are not mine.

Enjoy Fairies! ˖ ࣪ ִֶָ ⸰🧚🏻‍♀️

ᜊ Hinata Shoyo

• the first time he knew that you're a fairy he literally faint like some crazy dude.

• he just really excited when he knew that you're a fairy! cus he never see himself would be friended with some nonhuman creature.

• and yet here he is with you! a fairy!? wow..

• so after he knew that unbelieveably truth of yours, he constantly begging to see your wings, he really wanna see you with your wings on!

• and oh how he loves it when he sees you with your wings on! you look so.. dreamy and ethereal.

• and he felt like he was the luckiest guy ever to have you as his partner.

• and we all know he's a extroverted guy, but he's also somehow a very very great secret-keeper.

• he would try his best to keep the secret untold. he even promises you that. just you & him, and no one else sweetheart.

ᜊ Tsukishima Kei

• this man rather has a high confidence about himself, and is a little corny as well. (and not to mention the saltiness of this tall blonde guy 💀)

• so the first time he heard about your truth being a nonhuman, his reaction was just like "eh..? is that so?.. well then, do i look like i cared enough?"

• but.. truth to be told, he actually somehow, curious. but he would never admit that anyway, so he just act like you're a liar or something.

• until at one time, at some accident/coincidence where he sees you with your wings on.

• and then he felt like his heart was fluttering..

• it was a great feeling for him, and he also at that time, was entirely confirmed that you are a non human entity.

• he thinks you look cool & beautiful, but just like i said, he's a real salty man. so he just show his admiration in an rather arrogant & backhanded manners.

• but besides all of that, he really think you're a one cool & whimsical creature, he's a logical guy after all. so when finding out that his s/o (you) wasn't a human, but a mythological creature that most people wouldn't believe was a shocking news to him, but that doesnt mean he hate it. in fact.. he actually love it. but since he has a higher sense of pride and self-confidence towards himself, he shows his liking in a.. strange way you could say.

• and dont be afraid about your secret being told, sure there might be a time where he jokingly threaten you about getting your secret told, but it was all actually wont happen, but he may be again.. teases you in front of his friend where he will say some words that is contain your secretness which will make you see red.

• but if you find yourself really feeling irritating by his constant teasing-jerk attitude, dont be afraid to ever punch this guy in his gut.

ᜊ Kuroo Tetsuro

• another guy who really love teasing you back & forth.

• He never changed actually. before he knew that you were a fairy he still be a Teasing-jerk. but as times goes by so the secret being told in front of him, he still be a teasing-jerk, just a little bit too much.

• he also love compliments you, espessially your wings, he thinks you look beautiful to look at.

• so dont be creeped if you find youself getting a constant stare from him for hour. he does that because he just cant get his eyes off you. unless you slap him.

• loves your pixie ears also!! and those plushiness of your curves!

• just like hinata, he felt as he was the most luckiest guy in the world to have you.

• dont be afraid cus your secret wont be told, well um.. he actually told it to kenma, but since kenma is also a really calm and well.. introverted guy, so you dont need to be scared getting your secret spilled.

• really fell in love with u for sure.

• one of his favorite thing to do with you is that when you both shopping, where he will buy a dress for you that will compliment the back of your bodies & your wings. so you will look like those Tinkerbell looks, and will suffocate you with compliments & stuff.

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variousqueerthings · 6 months

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VERY RAMBLY BUT I think rose and martha are like the inverse of one another in terms of narrative, in that they both meet a doctor who is deeply deeply hurt, but the doctor interacts with them about it so differently, because of where they're at with that hurt, and the doctor is like "hey, I'm suave and vulnerable beneath the surface, which is quite attractive, want to travel in space and time in my whimsical timeship?" and they both go "oh heck yes!" and then it's like splintered glass from that point on, like martha lives in a funhouse mirror of rose's story -- up until she makes it her own of course and she does call the doctor out on it relatively early on, although rose continues to have that haunting effect

so rose has this bubble created around her that is perfect and unchangeable almost, in which nothing bad can ever happen (except for all the times it does but huuush, we'll be together forever forrealsies don't look at that big ol hurricane hurtling our way), which then inevitably bursts, but is always there-as-memory, because rose becomes something of an impossible ideal to some extent

and martha isn't protected at all, and has all the badness spilling out on her because the doctor is unable to contain any of it (and maybe is relieved to finally give up on being strong), and subsequently all of the promise of wonder has an air of sourness to it, and the doctor will always feel incredibly guilty about how it all ended

but crucially there's a lot they have in common, that is quite different to, say, donna (who is woven in in her own, interesting, way) -- they both become attracted to this powerful, interesting, and suuuper traumatised being, they're both taken along on a journey of promised wonders, they're both incredibly reliable to the point that the narrative is retroactively fitted around how much the doctor's belief-systems revolve around belief in their companions, with many others from the past given their dues (starting with sarah-jane), and they both do see wonders beyond their comprehension (and so does donna, but again, there's something a bit different there to poke at in another post...),

except where for rose this wonder helps her break out of the path that was set down for her and become who she always had the potential to be in a way that is mostly framed as a positive (although with some -- I think -- under-analysed caveats...) and she will be forever thankful for the doctor arriving in her life, martha's is more like an awe that the universe is so hostile and so lonely and so heartbreaking, and so she needs to become more resilient and more ready to make choices that are terrible (from travelling the broken world for a year to the osterhagen key....), and so there's another story about someone who becomes strong and tough (just like rose) but it's because the doctor wasn't really able to be there for her, and while I don't think the show (from memory) ever has her totally regretting the doctor dropping into her life, there for sure is some solemnity to how her story ends, a bit of a dampener in comparison (even tbh in comparison to donna, who yeah, gets her memory taken, but is suggested -- now confirmed perhaps? -- to get more of her life in order/feel more self-confident, also partially because of that subliminal influence of her time with the doctor)

and this isn't to say that it's all-bad for martha! her working for UNIT and Torchwood has a lot of very interesting facets to it, and she is fulfilling her potential to be this impressive, capable person, but the ways all of this was built up to is so heartrending

rose coming in and "saving" the doctor, except it was a bit of a lie, because the second she wasn't there they crashed even harder than before, and martha coming in with the idea that she could save the doctor and walking away when realising what it was doing to her life, and both rose and martha irrevocably changed to the point that the person pre-doctor is barely recognisable in them anymore, both take on the doctor's self-sacrificial traits...

and also the idea that rose gets the fantasy, but it's the fantasy a-bit-to-the-left (funhouse again) because there's always something a bit disconcerting about the lengths the doctor goes to to maintain the bubble, to the point of offering up the alternate-him/tentoo so that she can still have it, even though the actual physical doctor that shared it with her isn't actually there! and martha gets the glimpse of the fantasy, and then has to come to terms with the fact that she's not the person it's "for" and reassess her relationship to the idea of a fantasy in the first place (it helps that martha is an incredibly practical, pragmatic person, but it's still so... ouch)

I don't think it was intentional, but this also fascinating from the perspective of rose as a white woman and martha as a black woman -- who is the fantasy for, to the extent that strange and universe-breaking events go into maintaining it, and who has to be practical and pragmatic and self-reliant?

and also, it's got more tragedy in both cases -- rose as a spectre/haunter of the narrative is always a little bit intangible when she's looked back on (even though in the story she's in she's incredibly real and well-rounded, every time I go back to s1 I am struck by how grounded she is in reality), and I think that's something interesting in terms of her mother's warning in s2, how if she travels with the doctor "forever" she'll become something else, something not her

and martha's mother warns her as well, although she's not completely sure of what, and in contrast to rose this warning comes into very painful fruition, harming her entire family (except, maybe her brother? I wonder if there's anything written about that), but where rose is so omnipresent, martha tries several times to take herself out

(also something about both of their mothers being their anchor-points)

there's something there that's at the centre of both rose's and martha's arcs:

is the change they're going through because of the doctor... good? good for them? good for their families? good as in they're becoming better people than before? good for the world they inhabit? is it good for the person they used to be? did they become better than that person? can they ever truly deal with or even begin to comprehend how these events made them who they are? can they even connect who they are now to who they were then? was this good?

they both become these larger-than-life people, somewhat without noticing on both parts (but the narrative does notice), one of them a ghost, and the other a soldier -- one of them an increasingly intangible, ever-present idea, and the other someone who has to fight every step of the way

it's just a bunch of things I've had going through my head that I can't quite formulate in coherent essay-like sentences, but for sure it's there

opposite sides of the coin, rose tyler and martha jones

I do wish they'd had space in the story for them to talk

#martha jones #rose tyler #doctor who #dw #i also wish they'd had space in the narrative for them to make out but youknow #i know that rose and tentoo is generally interpreted as a net-positive -- including in a subsequent comic #but it was always very eerie to me #this also to deal with the fact that while i looove martha's arc in s4 #hers was the weakest goodbye scene in the final episode imo #because the pair the spares makes it seem like there wasn't a lot of thought put into it/where she is now #and like sure they're both hanging out with jack at torchwood but it's so out of the blue #and then she finishes up with a gun in her hand -- far cry from where we met her even in poison sky #working for UNIT but! --- but does fit somewhat from where we saw her end s4 when she was ready to destroy the world #but it's still sort of disconnected from the story? why is she there? why is there a sontaran there? why gun and not medicine? questions #questions for which the answer presumably was: because she looks badass but i need More than that! I need Answers!#argh martha i want so badly for them to at least mention you in the specials. where are you 🥺🥺🥺#gun to your head rtd do it!#doctor who meta

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doodle-pops · 7 months

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Paradise at the Border

Beleg x reader

Kinktober 2023: Hunter and Prey

Warnings: fem!reader, dom–sub dynamics, dom!Beleg, sub!reader, roleplaying, hunter and prey themes, public sex (in the forest), rough sex, manhandling, fingering, cunnilingus, multiple orgasms, rough sex, use of pet names (reader being called little deer)

Words: 5.7k

Synopsis: Convincing Beleg to loosen up and enjoy a game of hunter and prey, you underestimate the pleasure he would gain from harmless fun, unaware of his primal urges to claim.

“Are you sure about this idea, meleth–nîn?” came the voice unsure voice of Beleg. He stood against a tree and dressed in this simple hunting attire without the extra weapons and gadgets. The shades of brown and green lend him the perfect camouflage to mask the background of the forest. A wonderful appearance capable of making him the perfect predator stalking his prey, no wonder you were persistently behind him to join in on your idea. However, the slight whimsical expression he directed towards you said otherwise.

It was still daylight, the noon sun high in the sky and only shaded by the forest’s canopy which protected you both from its brilliance. The rich, lush greenery of the forest sprawled out for miles in the forms of thickets and moss–covered tree trunks and vines. The forest of Doriath was ancient, and to Beleg, engaging in intimate acts for all creatures and crawling lifeforms to witness felt eerie. However, he was turned on by the idea of putting up a chase in order to have you all to himself; he was in agreement with it.

“So, let me understand this properly,” he began, “you wish for me to hunt you with the same instincts I use for animals and when I capture you, have my way right here in the middle of the forest?”

“Yes,” you confirmed confidently with an eager nod of your head.

Twisting his mouth and giving small bites to his gum, he still found the idea sceptical and required lots of convincing. With his brows pinched, he tightened his arms across his chest, unconsciously flexing his muscles which caught your attention. Images of being pinned against a tree or to the floor by those arms flashed across your mind. “But the cabin’s right there; not too far away where we can have the same levels of fun!” he cried out.

“It won’t be the same Beleg,” you whined. “Please.”

To give into your wish was easy, and Beleg tried his damn hardest to not falter, however, it was impossible when you pouted and flashed those pleading eyes at him. His greatest weakness. He exclaimed exasperatedly and rolled his head loosely with a childish pout. “You genuinely want this?”

Standing opposite him at a greater distance for when the chase was on, you nodded eagerly and tugged at the loose dress you wore for easier disposal once he caught you. Exhaling at the exhilarating thoughts of engaging in such animalistic acts turned you on even more and encouraged you to rub your thighs to ease the growing ache. As you did so, your arousal stained the inner of your thighs but also caught the attention of Beleg. His eyes darted immediately to where you shifted on your feet, squeezing and rubbing your thighs together. For a moment, he could have sworn he picked up a trace of your arousal lingering in the air.

With his tongue in cheek, attempting to not pounce on you this very instant, he forced his eyes to wander elsewhere while his breathing became erratic, and his leggings tightened. You were tempting him to go against the discomfort he held when it came to intimacy in the open in the forest. Had you suggested returning to your shared cabin which dwelt reasonably nearby, he would have pounced immediately without protest, but he was considering a change of heart at his eeriness.

Sighing and not believing he was about to follow along—there was enthusiasm in the depths of his stomach and being rough with you—he closed his eyes and spun around. “I’m giving you a head start of three minutes, then I’ll count to twenty before the hunt begins. I’d make good use of every inch of the forest should you not wish for this to be over soon,” he explained with cockiness in his voice, clearly aware of the lack of challenge this was about to be.

You were shocked by the abruptness of his command when he turned around and began barking instructions. There wasn’t a moment for any questions to be asked as his voice rang out again. “Two minutes.”

Realising the seriousness of his voice and the sudden change in the atmosphere from friendly to hungry, your eyes widened before spinning on your heels and taking off. The wind against your skin felt cold as you dashed through the forest, careful to avoid tripping over mossy vines and rocks; an accident was the last thing you needed to end your chase. Coming to a clearing, one you were familiar with, you were confused for a moment on which direction to head knowing that two minutes had already passed, and he was counting down.

Taking a left and heading along the border of Doriath, you came to a stream, the perfect location to lose your scent and footsteps, whichever he chose to track. Stepping into the stream and wading through the water, you moved upstream, sometimes stepping on the rocks to avoid the splashing sound of the water alerting him should be he nearby. When you came to the pool where the stream began, you hopped off onto the patch of grass and took off again.

Your heart was pounding from racing through the forest, unsure of whether he was already behind you or genuinely unable to track you. However, knowing Beleg, he was probably already on your tail and giving you the sense of satisfaction that you were able to outrun him. It wasn’t long before you felt your legs growing tired from all the consistent running without a break and stopped beside a hedge of bush. Checking for any briars or other creepy crawlers, you slithered into the hedge, made yourself comfortable on the dirt ground and waited.

Time passed slowly, dragging on for eternity before some action took place, though it wasn’t what you wished for. A few deer passed through the area, mulching on berries and squirrels carrying their nuts whilst chasing each other. You only hoped that hours wouldn’t pass before you were caught.

Sitting for a few more minutes, you sensed another presence, one that wasn’t a deer or any other animal. Camouflaged in his green and brown hunting attire, Beleg past a few feet from where you hid in the shrub of bushes. You observed the way his ears and nose twitched, attempting to pick up any signs of your presence in the area. When he found no signs, he continued ahead and out of sight.

A grin immediately spread across your face at the recognition that he hadn’t spotted not sensed you in the bushes nearby. Perhaps it was the water which washed your pheromones away and the invitation of the deer in the area that confused his ability to locate your fragrance. Nevertheless, it gave you the relief to know that he was nearby and the advantage necessary to prolong the hunt in hopes of his appetite growing ravenous.

Giving yourself a minute or two after he disappeared from sight, you then crawled out of the bushes with little to no sounds and took a stance to dust off the dirt. Craning your neck from where you stood in an attempt to spot him, you grinned once there was no sight or feel of him before taking a step in the direction you both came from.

“Just where do you think you’re running off to, little deer?” His voice suddenly manifested from behind, the same way his hands did to snake around your waist and tug you against his chest. His warm breath tickled the nape of your neck before crawling down your spine.

Panic seeped into your veins the moment you realised you were officially caught with nowhere to run. There was no possibility of fighting your way out of his grip now that you were fastened to his chest. The rapid rise and fall of your chest told you for the erratic beating of your heart drumming away. “H–How did you find me?” you managed to squeeze out.

“Find you?” he audaciously muttered as a hand came up to twirl a lock of your hair between his thumb and forefinger. He swayed you both from side to side, keeping you secured to his body without an ounce of freedom—deer were known for viciously kicking and fighting when caught, refusing to hand submission over to their captor. “I never found you, little one. I knew exactly where you were. But I must admit, you gave me the slip at the stream, smart.”

His voice had changed in a fraction of a second, dropping an octave and stripping you bare of your clothes. A river of arousal flowed from between your legs and joined the stains from earlier. Beleg sensed it; the shift of excitement which turned into lust. He must admit, the entire game was thrilling now that he was in the headspace and understood the anticipation it left behind with every action. Wanting to make the most of this moment, he dropped the lock of hair and ignored the tenseness at the gesture to slip his hand under your dress. The minute his fingers came in contact with your most intimate region, he grinned into your skin.

“Naughty, naughty, naughty,” he chastised. “A deer running around the forest without protection. Don’t you know what happens to deer when they aren’t protected?”

You shook your head, feeling your pulse beating in the depths of your throat and causing your words to remain stuck. With ease, his fingers inched higher until he cupped your cunt and parted it with his fingers for his middle to slip past your fold and sink into your heat. You trembled in his hold at the contrast of his cool finger compared to the heat you radiated.

Pushing his head closer to meet the tip of your ear, he whispered against it, knowing how sensitive you were. “They get devoured.”

With fervour, his finger dug deeper and curled against your sweet spot immediately to get you dripping all over his wrist. The lewd sounds of his finger pumping in and out echoed in the surroundings you two were still standing in. The sounds of the birds chirping, and frogs croaking accompanied the melody of your cunt sounding wet the faster he pumped his fingers. It wasn’t long before his wrist was drenched in your arousal as small squirts of your arousal spilt out.

Bowing into his body as his ministrations were incessant, your lips were parted and releasing strings of moans and whimpers of his name the more he pressed against your sweet spot. The relentlessness he displayed showed how easy was for him to fall into the headspace and find joy in the act. Beleg’s dominance was rare since there was never any need for him to display such power. There was a mutual understanding between you both to remain neutral when it came to displaying your power during intimate acts, so it was rare he was asked to show his dormant side. When he did, you could tell he enjoyed every second.

“Ngh, Beleg,” you whined as his finger continued to build its pace and lead to more fluids squirting out and staining your dress.

All the while, he held you firmly against his chest and continued to rock and grind his erection into your back, edging himself until he couldn’t take it any longer. For now, you were his main focus and dish, and you required all his attention in order to meet your expectations.

Panting louder as the pressure in your abdomen increased, you trembled uncontrollably, trashing and fighting against the steel grip. His touch always left you confused between wanting and not wanting it.

“Are you close, little deer? I can feel you,” he taunted. “Are you going to let me taste you?”

Those words did things to your insides, you were no longer able to withhold the pressure that rose to an insurmountable volume before cumming on his hand buried under your dress. Violent shivers consumed your body at his refusal to let up and push through your orgasm with continual thrusting of his finger targeting your bundle of nerves. It only caused for more juices to squirt everywhere while your body slowly went limp in his arms—the proper procedure for tiring out his catch.

Though he was merciful to all living creatures, he retracted his finger from your cunt and gave a few pats to your clit, laughing under his breath as you jolted. Still keeping you pressed against him, he removed his hand from under your dress and reached for the hem of your dress to tug it off your body. With the lethargy displayed by you before the game progressed, he struggled to remove your garment without producing any tears. Your legs were jelly and barely able to move to provide any assistance as he disrobed you, nonetheless, he managed to succeed in bringing you to nudity.

Dress discarded on the forest floor and you leaning against the tree trunk, Beleg’s hand held you up by your hips as he ascended to his knees. “Part your legs for me, love. A hunter must have a taste of his catch,” he elaborated while rubbing soothing circles into your hipbones. He looked up at you with pleading emerald eyes until your legs lethargically parted and granted him access to your heat.

Those eyes glittered and widened at the sight of your cunt and a sinister grin spread across his face. Lifting his forefinger to your puffy folds, he pressed it against your clit and gave a harsh flick to watch as you jolt again. The entire scene unfolding before his eyes was splendid.

“You’re so fragile, I could eat you up right now,” (he leaned in closer to plant a kiss on your thigh and smile as you shivered), “but I must savour my catch first—a good one I must admit.”

Wearly smiling down at him, your nails clung to the tree bark as best as you could, knowing he was about to display his fervour. Your chest was erratically heaving up and down with your heart beating in your throat and core. All butterflies were gathered in your lower abdomen at the sensation of his hungry eyes feasting upon your swollen cunt. In addition to his staring, the sight of him licking his lips and inching closer with soundless muttering increased the ache.

“Beleg, please don’t tease me,” you implored, eyes tearing up at the teasing he bequeathed with innocent eyes. His finger flicked at your clit and drew circles with your bundle of nerves as though he had all the time in the world.

Snickering at your protests, he arched a brow and bit the inside of your thigh, moving higher with each nibble he delivered. “Don’t you know teasing a catch is the best way to prepare it before eating.” Continuing his biting, his tongue would sometimes slip out to soothe the area whenever he bit down too hard before continuing his ministrations until he reached at the junction where your thigh ended, and the scent of your arousal was most pronounced. It tickled his senses and drove him wild with want and lust, partially forgetting that he needed to build the tension until you broke.

Diving between your legs, his head nestled easily with the comfort of knowing that his hunger was about to be sedated. His tongue lapped at your cunt like a dog in heat, drinking everything you spilt into his mouth as your arousal flowed like a river. You could say he was thirsty and could only be quenched by the sacred taste of your heavenly waters.

On his knees and panting with each stroke of his tongue, both your hands gripped his hair like titanium and kept him situated where he should be. His hands were also busy gripping your hips leaving behind his fingerprints for evidence that you were caught and devoured by a vicious hunter on the loose. Your cries were a catalyst for him to pursue and never back down no matter what came his way; it didn’t matter if his neck began hurting from the awkward position he was craning to reach your heat. All that mattered was him rewarding your fantasy and his deprivation.

With an antagonistic push, he parted your legs much further to allow his tongue to slip lower and dip past your entrance. Curling and thrusting to collect any extra arousal you had hiding deep within. He made perfect use of the new gateway to switch back and forth between flicking and drawing lazy circles around your clit and thrusting his said tongue and enjoying the clamping effect around his tongue. In between, he would slip in a deep rumble, allowing the vibrations to travel up his tongue and simulate your clit as he slurped on it like a pacifier.

In response, your fingers would curl deeper into his hair and tug out of the confusion of whether you wanted him to continue or stop as the pressure returned in the pit of your stomach. Burning and building with every flick of his tongue; it most certainly did not help when his emerald eyes flashed upwards to meet your hazed expression. Why must he appear so innocent, masking the snarky demon he buried underneath? You sometimes found it implausible to acknowledge he was the same individual he changed into something unfathomable. Your hunter became an actual hunter.

But he laughed. He laughed and chuckled at the confusion dwelling in your eyes the longer you looked on as he worked. His saliva and your arousal mixed as he continued to slurp at your cunt, feeling the vibrations of your body increasing as he added more fervour to his actions. He couldn’t wait for you to release all over his tongue like you always did. Henceforth, he pushed on, listening to your pleas to ‘not stop’ and to ‘keep going’ as your body trembled uncontrollably. He couldn’t believe he was genuinely going back on his words of being intimate in the open for all creatures to bear witness. God, he hoped no one was nearby or asked the creature about the activity within the forest.

“Beleg, oh God please!” you shrieked as you pushed his face closer to be ultimately buried and stained with your arousal—not that he minded at all.

His hand slipped off your hips to run up and down your thighs in a soothing manner, coaxing your orgasm to come faster. Furthermore, he wanted to remove you off the tree trunk, only aware that your back would be slightly bruised from all the impact your body made. Something he would have to nurse and also hear complaints about.

Because of the humour, he found in the thought, his soft chuckling goaded the remaining strength you fought to keep to bring your orgasm crashing upon his face and into his mouth. Taking a moment to savour everything that ran out, he rolled his tongue from your slit all the way to your bundle of nerves before dragging it back down and dipping it inside. He fought off your hands which consistently attempted to push him away due to your sensitivity being high, however, he persisted nonetheless and ignored your protest. When he was ready to finish, he would.

Slapping your hands away from his hair after it was left unkept—silvery strands unbound from his neatened ponytail and single braid—he gathered them in his left hand, while his right slipped between your legs to join his tongue. Balancing despite the awkwardness, he wasted no time sliding his middle and fourth finger in and abusing your sweet spot. He took the moment to pull away for the first time and find reprieve, chest heaving as he took in large gulps of air before leaning in to kiss his way up your thighs.

“Tired already?” he snickered as he kissed your belly button and observed as you sucked it in. “I’ve barely started you know.”

Expecting a verbal reply because you had a smart tongue, he was surprised when no words escaped, and only mouthless mutters were elicited. Your body bowed off the tree trunk forcing him to rise from his position and act as an anchor to prevent you from doubling over. Face pressing into his stomach while you remained restrained and forced to endure another orgasm, your inaudible cries were a delight in Beleg’s eyes. To know that was the level of effect he had over your fragile body with such simple actions only enticed him to act with more vigour and increase the speed of his fingers.

“Hmph!” Muffled by his tunic, your lips parted to drool since sounds refused to fall from them. No matter how hard you tried, you couldn’t escape the torment he played upon you; consider it your own torture you devised for yourself without being aware of the severity.

Feeling the curls and thrusts of his fingers fitting themselves along your walls and enjoying the spongy texture, you clenched. With want and desire to have him remould your insides the way he normally would and leave a lasting effect, you clamped down tighter to force his presence to dwell longer. Unfortunately, Beleg had the strength to match the warmth and temptation you seduced, laughing at the feeble tries.

He rocked with you as you faced another orgasm, unable to do anything since your legs were weakened at this point. It was he who kept you standing, otherwise you’d collapse and from the rate he was going, you weren’t sure if he would be able to continue supporting you. Your entire body was growing numb and jelly–like.

“You’re going to cum for me again? A third time in ten minutes,” he mocked with a burst of adolescent laughter ricocheting throughout the surroundings. “It seems I made the right catch—I’m going to enjoy every inch of you, little deer.”

There wasn’t much you could do as a third orgasm rocked your body; it was less intense but due to your sensitivity, it made your senses heightened and everything concentrated. Your legs were the first part of you to give away and forced Beleg to slide his fingers out to snatch you into his embrace. He propped you against him, shouldering your non–existent weight with gentle pats to your back as you cried in his arms. Shuffling tresses of your hair out your sweaty face, he wiped whatever beads of sweat he could, out of your eyes.

From his point of view, you were out of orbit with a glassy look in your eyes and puffy lips from how hard you were chewing on them. All the whimpering and crying that escaped your throat left it sore like sandpaper scraping against the insides. This was all his doing and Beleg felt his pride surging at the recognition of his abilities; there was never a day when you were intimate where he wasn’t amazed at the limits he was able to push you to. Though, this wasn’t anywhere near the groundbreaking heights you’ve been before.

Sinking to his knees, he took you to the ground and positioned you on your hands and knees, not before placing a kiss on your head to account for the roughness he was about to deliver. At the pivotal moment he had finally arrived at, all forms of gentleness were about to vacate his actions now that you were ready to be served on his plate as the main course; his time for desert was over. This was the moment when he indulged in the main course of his hunt and enjoyed the overall thrill of the game.

Despite his movements orchestrated being gentle, you felt wobbly and weak as he positioned you in the required situation for taking. Being placed on your knees was a familiar setup, having been there numerous times and only when he was in that mood. You knew what to expect, you were the benefactor of the entire scenario, so this was your reward. And so, your hands and face—after he pushed your dress under you—collided with the rough forest floor, your butt situated in the air as he knelt behind, timelessly removing his leggings with eagerness in his eyes.

They feasted on the sight of your puffy lips facing and inviting him for more, to which he politely answered by running the tip of his cock through your folds. One hand gripping the base of his erection while the other reached out to press into the base of your spine, pushing you into a more debauching position. The burn at the base of your spine the deeper he pressed, arching your back lower only ended until your legs complied and spread along to meet his requirements. With your face pressed against your dress to save it from being bruised, yet your knees weren’t spared one bit, the last sound you coherently heard was a hiss before the feeling of his robust cock moulding your insides.

The entire idea of rearranging one’s insides was perfectly executed by Beleg after understanding the headspace he ought to be in to completely enjoy the bliss of the game. Grunting and groaning with every thrust, his head was tossed back, and his hair fell over his shoulder as his melody ricocheted throughout the forest. Both hands were digging into the base of your spine, pressing his weight upon your smaller figure to prevent any movements other than his own as he drilled into you. You could say you were in a tumultuous battle, losing but also winning with the ultimate you were experiencing currently.

There was no time for you to grab onto anything but the remaining sanity from the diabolical rolls of his hips with each thrust, sending himself deeper. Caught between feeling his tip rubbing your sweet spot and bruising your cervix, tears sprung from your tears at the intensity of the heightened moment. Everything felt as though it was on fire—a cooling, quenching flame that melted everything perfectly. His touch on your waist, his thighs knocking against yours and the motion of his member fitting itself where it belonged. With every thrust, your body jolted and shivered, and in return, a deep, hearty chuckle was emitted.

Taking the moment to study your expressions, Beleg dropped his head and raked his eyes over your glossy and distant pair, cross–eyed and gazing off into the forest with trickles of salty water running. Your lips were swollen from all the gnawing and parted as you released desperate pants and moans. The sight of you all fucked out before the real hunt had begun was the best part about the entire scenario; he would never forget how much you begged, only to be knocked out of reality.

“Look at you—such a pretty deer,” he complimented and shifted his right hand higher to brush your hair out your face. “Moan for me some more, meleth.”

The command flowed to your already wired brains to obey his every order; your lips released strings of moans. His name fell elegantly from your lips when the actions which condoned the consequences were quite the opposite. The power he held over you which resonated in the viciousness of his thrusts were inconsequential to any you would ever experience. Your back curled into each of his wicked rolls, your ass pressed into his hips to meet his thrusts instead of running away and your fingers dug holes into the ground, each a testament to the unrestraint dominance he displayed.

At some point, his right leg was hiked for stability, allowing his weight to be easily displaced to sink you further into the floor. What was previously debauching was now impossible at the newest position he pushed you into for the sake of reaching deeper and keeping the visceral trait of a hunter enjoying his prey. There was no point in running away, you couldn’t twitch an inch out of his grasp much less moan coherent phrases. You were sure at some point a bark, howl or yelp slipped out from how pathetic you were sounding. Nonetheless, to Beleg, it was all he wanted to hear as he lost himself in the heat of your cunt.

The sponginess that cocooned his cock like a weighted blanket and moulded to the shape of his robustness and girth felt divine. For every thrust, he was met with acceptance through the form of a gentle or suffocating squeeze—for when he hit the right spot. There was nothing that could top the comfort and heat you provided, additionally, with the thrill of being out in the open for anyone to witness the obscenities, he was blessed with your arousal flowing all over his member. The sheen which glistened under the minimal light through the peeks of the canopy, radiated all over his cock. Not too far in the distance, there was the lavish sound of his balls slapping against your puff cunt. Kissing your lips with each meet and carefully stimulating your bundle of nerves.

Taking the hand that brushed your hair away, he dragged it to meet your nape and placed you under a headlock. Now, with your face planted into your dress, cheeks squeezing against the material as it dragged across the forest floor, Beleg was able to force the final weight of himself on top of you, sinking the rest of your body into the ground. Grunting like a wild animal in heat in the depths of your ear, he raged on. Hips ferociously slapping against your ass and leaving the area stinging, you felt the flexing of his muscles with each thrust. His thighs clenching and stiffing as he repositioned for a better angle, you felt it all with the proximity he achieved.

Lying atop and sandwiching you into the floor, he took the moment to reach for your hands, still wanting to bring a bit of romanticism to the rough act and bringing them to rest beside your head. He took the chance to pepper your upper back in kisses, soothing the areas that were slightly bruised from the tree bark. As he did so, he whispered little compliments and praises into your skin, encouraging you to meet his halfway and bathe in pleasure.

“Such a good cunt, and all mine. Hmm, gonna let me cum in it and fill it up? Mark you as mine, meleth?” he mumbled into your ear, nibbling on the tip. Feel drunk in the moment as you grew wetter and sloppier, he stopped his thrusting and gyrated his hips to allow his tip to rub continuously against your sweet spot. Your fingers curled into his, clawing at the dirt and your head dropped to release a silent scream. Toes curling and stomach fluttering, you could barely keep up with all his frantic fiasco.

“Do you feel that? Your sweet little cunt knows it needs to be tamed—see how well she takes me,” he continued while his tip grazed and applied a substantial volume of weight within your walls. “She wants me to put her down and claim her as mine.”

His words did something to both you and him. For you, it made your insides tingle and pulsate like a little heartbeat whispering ‘I love you’, while for him, it brought his orgasm a step closer than he expected. Just the mere thought of releasing all his seed and marking you as his absolute prize was even a greater turn–on—something he came to realise and would incorporate often.

Feeling the closure of his race coming abruptly, he pushed his face into your hair and laughed, “Ha, gonna milk my cock and let me make you mine!”

“Beleg, p–please…” you whimpered, panting at the swelling of his cock, growing heavier as time seemed to traverse through the ages. All the gyrating was stimulating and torturing the more he applied pressure, and his growing weight did nothing to ease the anticipation of being flooded with his seed.

In due time, he could no longer restrain the overwhelming surge of desire to possess you, and he soon released himself into your womb. His warm cum flooded your intimate passage, continuously pulsating as his member twitched uncontrollably. Your inner walls responded by clenching around him, aiding in milking every last drop he had to give. There was no escape for him from the tight embrace you had on his member, compelling him to linger a while longer until you deemed it time for him to withdraw.

As you lay there on the forest floor, both of your bodies quivered. His laboured breaths, escaping in raspy pants, sent warm puffs of air down your neck, causing goosebumps to rise. Tranquillity settled in, replacing the earlier sounds of nightingales and mockingbirds singing in the distance, the frogs croaking, and other creatures scurrying across the forest floor. It appeared that your activities had neither alarmed nor traumatized the wildlife.

However, the position you were in had become uncomfortable, and you needed to clean up. “Beleg,” you rasped, capturing his attention and interrupting his brief moment of nuzzling into your hair. “I’d like to move, please.”

Amused by your request, he couldn’t help but tease. “Can you?” he chuckled, well aware of how your body had likely been pushed to its limits during those intense moments. Every twist and turn had been well worth the prospect of experiencing it all over again.

Receiving an annoyed glare from you, he apologetically grimaced and gently disengaged from your embrace, making sure to tidy himself up and brush away any errant leaves. He then reached out to pick you up, ensuring your comfort. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up.” Figuring that it was sensible to relocate your position, not deeming it sanitary enough to continue anything further, he gingerly scooped you and your dress up and marched back to the pool.

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You Bet Your Ass (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Established Relationship, PWP, slice of life, fluff, smut

Warnings: explicit content, unprotected sex, anal (m receiving while being a drama queen about it), sex toys (picture fluffy tail butt plugs)

Word Count: ~3.6k

Summary: Baekhyun realizes that betting his ass for a petty argument with his partner was moronic. He is a man of his word though. He will follow through.

Author’s note: Yay, it’s time to celebrate another milestone!! Thank you guys for joining me on this wild ride haha I hope you enjoy this little somethin’ bbhorny times detected lmao This would be a little different rip Baek's ass but I just wrote that on a whim in a couple of days and thought it’s great for the occasion. Let me know if you enjoyed it!

Tags: @k-vanity @exo-writers-net @bbh-net @superm-net

Baekhyun’s eyes were rounder than the moon when he realized that he was wrong.

You were having a very out of the blue argument just the other day, and the fatal words had escaped his mouth.

‘Can you bet your ass that you’re right?’

It wasn’t even a real issue to fight about. The reason you got so fired up over nothing was alcohol, of all things. Neither one of you was willing to let it go and leave the other one having the last word, so...

Baekhyun fucked up.

‘When we confirm that I’m right, I’ll shove the fluffiest puppy dog tail butt plug up your ass and have you call me master.’

Baekhyun royally fucked up.

‘Might clamp your cute little nipples too.’

Baekhyun dug his own grave.

‘Or I will shove it up yours and have you eat your words.’ You simply rolled your eyes at him then, and to a clueless spectator it could seem like you’d forget about this petty argument by tomorrow.

But there you were the next day, standing right in front of your bed and drilling Baekhyun’s bloodless face with your eyes.

‘I told you it wasn't Bugatti. It’s number two on the list.’

Baekhyun was almost glad that you enunciated that, because he couldn’t see the screen in front of him. He stayed still for a bit, as if his soul had fled from his body, leaving him behind as a lifeless shell. His head was a vacuum, and his usually quick-witted mind was failing him at this crucial point of his existence. A few more moments passed before he slowly looked up at you, like a bashful child.

‘Heh,’ he laughed awkwardly, and you only offered him a perfunctory smile. ‘Rolls-Royce Boat Tail is more expensive? It seems like I’ve- made a mistake?’

‘You were totally wrong.’ You responded mercilessly, making him shudder.

‘Babe-’

‘Oh no. Forget it.’ You raised your palm, cutting him off. ‘I had to listen a-a-all night how ‘fun’ it’s gonna be for you to see me all fluffy-tailed and roughed up.’

‘I said no such thing!’ Baekhyun shrieked, quickly catching himself as you gave him a look. ‘Babe…’

‘Did you not?’ You huffed, crossing your arms on your chest. ‘I assume you also do not recall running your mouth about my nipples?’

Baekhyun licked his lips nervously and swallowed.

He remembered. He remembered how he initiated his own demise. Was he for real? And for such a nonsensical argument too…

Baekhyun dropped on his knees right in front of you, and you almost jumped from the sound of him crashing on the floor so dramatically.

‘Y/N-ie, I was in the wrong.’ He said, hugging your legs. ‘I’m sorry.’

When your ass is on the line, nothing would be beneath you, not even begging, right?

However, this did not faze you at all. You were so used to his antics that it only made you even more determined not to let him off the hook.

‘Oh, but Baekhyunie… What should we do? You’ve already purchased the device for the execution.’

This was the reason why Baekhyun avoided drinking as best he could. He didn’t just get himself into the most ridiculous entanglements, he also acted whimsically on his urges. Say, going to a specialized shop to buy the fluffiest looking tail butt plug and a pair of fluffy ears to match. He went as far as to tell the poor cashier that he was going to put it to very good use.

Well, he didn’t specify on whom.

‘Worry not, my love. I got some nipple clamps and a collar to complete your-’

‘Ba-abe-’ He muttered desperately into your thigh, hugging your hips even tighter. ‘Please, I can’t do it…’

‘Why is that?’ You huffed, although unable to resist the temptation to ruffle his soft blonde hair with your right hand.

‘I just can��t,’ he whined childishly, offering no reasoning.

‘It’s funny how you assumed that I was gonna do it the second we ‘confirm’ that you’re right. And now you’re a groveling mess at a mere thought, and I’m supposed to be the better man?’

Baekhyun knew you were right.

He also knew that if he whined for a bit longer, you would probably leave him be. But your words left a bitter taste in his mouth. He was pretty obnoxious about this when you made the damn bet, and he was the one who initially suggested the punishment. And he was so sure he was right that he didn’t even try for a second to step into the loser’s shoes. He didn’t think it through, and now he had to stand by his word and meet his fate like a man. This was only fair to you. Maybe a little less fair to his butt.

You craned your neck forward to peek when Baekhyun became silent for too long. He did make you kinda angry earlier, you weren’t gonna lie, and you were almost determined to make him suffer for it. But he was still your partner, and you loved him. So, when you noticed that he was getting way too stressed about it, your hand moved smoothly to pet his hair calmingly.

‘Baekhyun-ah…’

‘I’ll do it.’ He said curtly.

His voice sounded small and dispirited, and it took you another second to catch his meaning.

‘Huh?’

This time, he made an effort to sound more confident.

‘I said, I’ll do it.’

That exchange took place last week. And he still couldn’t do it.

He made an unenthused attempt on that very day, actually. Made a huge mess on the bed, trying to utilize massage oil to get himself ready. Instead, he simply oiled up all of the sheets, and his entire body, and didn’t manage to get the butt plug anywhere near his ass. He was screeching and wailing and groaning – all that without getting it even 0.1 inch in.

You felt like watching it was worse than just doing it yourself.

‘Babe, just give up. I don’t want you to suffer like this.’

‘No. I said I’ll do it, so I will, I just need to prepare. Shall we reschedule for Saturday?’

He had probably hoped that Saturday would never arrive, but it did. And even then, he had yet to muster the courage to take on his punishment with dignity.

But it’d been an hour, and you were getting tired of watching him huffing and puffing, crying about the injustices of life and his poor asshole. He was buck naked the entire time too.

‘I’m also cold… Why is it so cold in our house? Can’t we afford heating? I should try and earn more money…’

You sighed.

‘Baekhyun, it’s not gonna work.’ You stretched your arms and legs before sitting down next to him. ‘Either quit it or let me do it for you.’

‘You? Do it for me?’ He shook his head. ‘Impossible. I’d like to preserve at least some dig-’

‘Lie flat on your belly. Right now.’ You ordered strictly.

‘Yes, ma’am.’

You smiled at his sudden obedience. He obviously trusted you to help him get it over with, but preferred to be strongarmed into doing this. To preserve some ‘dignity’.

‘Just relax, baby. You’re way too tense.’

Climbing on top of him, you poured some of that massage oil onto his bare back. You ran your palms up along his spine smoothly, and Baekhyun grunted like an old man.

‘God, you are just one giant knot.’ You muttered, putting a little more force into it.

Another muffled grunt escaped his mouth, this time sounding a bit more like a moan.

‘Here, here, grandpa. You can entrust yourself to me. Both your back and your butt.’

He grumbled into the pillow, and you could not make out his words. Instead, you went up his shoulders to knead the back of his neck. This spot was always sore, and he did not surprise you by suddenly going tense and groaning loudly before deflating into a lax mess.

‘You know what, Y/N…’ He mumbled between sighs of contentment. ‘You can fuck me in my ass right now and I won’t object.’

‘That’s the plan,’ you giggled, satisfaction washing over you just from seeing his reaction to your touch.

Of course, you knew all of his spots, both physical and emotional. It did not take you long to turn him into a whimpering puppy. The only thing missing was the tail.

‘Seriously though,’ Baekhyun spoke up hoarsely. ‘I think I’m getting hard.’

You tugged your shirt off and leaned onto his back, allowing him to feel your half-naked body.

‘Good for you,’ you purred into his ear, chuckling as he squirmed.

Hand snaking under his abdomen, you found yourself squeezing his length.

‘You’re not ‘getting hard’, baby. You are hard,’ you hummed, giving him a couple abrupt pumps before running your oily fingers over his lower stomach. ‘Let’s get you ready.’

Baekhyun whined and hugged his pillow, while you crawled towards the edge of your bed to get the discarded lube. When you shuffled closer to him again, you couldn’t resist slapping his cute round butt.

‘Ouch!’ He yelped just for the sake of it.

‘Don’t be so sensitive, sweetie,’ you mocked him lovingly.

‘You mean!’ He answered sulkily.

‘I am very nice! And I wouldn’t start a quarrel with me if I were you. My finger’s about to be shoved up your ass quite literally.’

He was whinging again, but quickly recollected himself, throwing a blue glove at your face.

‘At least use this.’

‘Are we playing doctor?’ You teased him lightheartedly.

‘Y/N, I’m gonna die. I’m literally dying.’

‘Okay, okay.’ You capitulated, putting the glove on. ‘Drama queen.’

It wasn’t like you were a pro in this either. He was the one who had put you in this position, not that you’d asked to do this. However, you did use the time in between his last attempt to pop his anal cherry and today to gather some helpful information. So, you were intending on using it to your benefit tonight.

‘You will like it more than me, that you can count on,’ you reassured him.

‘I seriously doubt it,’ he grumbled before jumping up. ‘Ah-ah-ah, what are you doing, I’m not ready!’

‘Sorry, I poured too much lube by accident,’ you smiled sheepishly. ‘Lie back down before it gets smeared all over the sheets.’

He kept complaining under his breath but obeyed.

‘Can you like… perk up your butt a little?’ You asked, trying to find a comfortable position to start.

‘No.’ He shot back unapologetically. ‘I’ll die.’

‘Why do you keep dying before anything happens?’ You reproached him. ‘You are such a pussy.’

Baekhyun turned his head around dramatically to glare at you.

‘What?’ You stared back. ‘Did I lie? Am I wrong?’

He turned back to his pillow and slightly repositioned himself, bending his right knee.

‘Good. Arch your back a little too.’ You pressed on his lower back, and he grumbled again.

‘You hate my guts, don’t you?’

‘I love you a million, baby.’ You replied with a smile, barely containing a schoolgirl giggle from locating his asshole. ‘Wow, I didn’t expect you to prepare. How neat.’

‘Shut the fuck up,’ he replied, also laughing despite his embarrassment and frustration.

You traced his butt cheek with your index finger before rubbing his anus lightly.

‘Oh shit-’ He tensed up under the pad of your finger, and cursed again.

Giving him some time to adjust to the light strokes, you kept spreading lube over his sphincter.

‘Are you still dying, hon?’ You inquired. ‘Try to relax.’

‘I can’t believe I’m doing this,’ he gurgled into the pillow he kept holding onto.

‘We can stop if you-’

‘Just get it over with! And then I can proceed and finalize my death.’

‘What an honorable man,’ you noted sarcastically. ‘If you squeeze your butt like that, I won’t be able to do anything.’

He huffed like an intimidating hedgehog, and then sighed, giving up the last of his pride.

‘Okay. Just please don’t rip my ass.’

‘Have you seen the size of this plug? You’ll live.’

As soon as he relaxed enough for you to try something, you probed at his ring of muscles again. Praising him for keeping it more or less slack, you were able to insert one digit.

He was now only communicating in breathy curses, so you added more lubrication before slipping your finger out and inserting it back in just as carefully. It took a while for Baekhyun to get used to it and stop resisting the intrusion, and you were beginning to feel more and more like a doctor performing a procedure on him.

‘You’re doing great, baby. Two fingers in.’

‘Y/N… I can’t do this…’ He muttered feverishly, and you knew he didn’t mean it.

Frankly, he looked like he was simply in denial about enjoying this. But he had no idea that you would not rest until you found the most intriguing spot. It was the only reason you had agreed to the whole thing. You were curious about what would happen if you located it and stroked over it gently.

Like so.

‘A-a-ah!’ He jolted, and squeezed your fingers almost painfully.

‘What?’ You asked, unsure about his reaction.

‘That- what was that?’ He muttered, gripping the pillow case with his fist.

‘Did it hurt?’

‘It hurts now… But not before.’

‘It wouldn’t hurt if you relax! And I think it was your prostate. Didn’t know it’s that sensitive though.’

‘My wha-’

‘Can I stroke it again?’ You asked, enthusiasm reignited in you, despite getting rather stiff from the position you had to be in.

‘No! Leave my prostate alone,’ he barked, yet perked his ass up higher.

‘Getting mixed signals here. Should I read your ‘no’ as a ‘yes please’?’

‘Y/N…’ He whined, and you circled his spot again. ‘If you do, I think- I think I’m going to-’

‘Die?’

‘Come…’

You oh-ed in surprise. Not that you didn’t do your research, but the pace of this was unexpected.

‘Not yet. There’s one little thing left.’

You slowly slipped your fingers out of him, making him groan.

Finally, the intricate sex toy was in your hand, ready to be deployed. In several modes too, but your wrought-up partner didn’t need to know just yet. Thus, you had placed an important appliance under one of the pillows earlier.

After holding it for a few moments to make it comfortably warm – Baekhyun was a whiny little bitch, after all – you spread a sufficient amount of lube on it to make sure it’d fit easily.

Baekhyun could be heard cursing again.

‘Okay, come to momma.’

He emitted a growl, which thinned out into a whine.

You sat next to him and stroked his butt cheeks. Now that you were thinking of it, he would look pretty good with a fluffy tail. You didn’t know you had it in you, but now you certainly felt aroused at the thought of pulling at it as he fucked you. Wouldn’t that be just perfect?

‘Shit, it’s cold!’ He complained as soon as you pressed the metal body of the plug to his hole.

‘You are very high-maintenance, did you know that?’ You complained right back. ‘Take it if you wanna finish tonight.’

‘Why do you hate me so mu- a-ah-’

The plug slipped into him with much less resistance than you’d anticipated, and all that was visible now was the tail.

‘How is it?’ You asked, genuinely curious. ‘Baekhyunie? How does it feel?’

He kept breathing through it for another minute, and then managed to retort.

‘Like it doesn’t belong there…’ He tried to glance at his poor ass, but gave up halfway. ‘My life is a joke…’

‘I bet it is.’

He made an effort to glare at you.

‘Get over here.’ His angelic blond hair made him appear much less menacing than he wanted to.

You stretched out next to him, but not before removing the rest of your clothes to become equally as naked.

‘Fuck.’ Baekhyun cursed, burying his face in your breasts. ‘Remind me to never argue with you again, ever…’

‘I thought you were having fun,’ you ruffled his hair a bit, while he was letting you.

‘Yah. The pain in my butt hole isn’t really aligning with my idea of fun.’

You shoved him back slightly to get him off your chest, and groped his ass. The disturbance made him flinch, although not entirely displeased.

‘How would you react if I told you that this cute fluffy thing actually has a pretty handy remote?’

The blond looked confused, but only for a second – before you gripped at the base of his ‘tail’ and angled it.

‘Ah! Fuck this shit!’ Baekhyun moan-yelled, confirming that the toy was damn near his spot.

Chuckling at this, you leaned in to kiss his bare shoulder and reached under the pillow in the search of the said appliance.

‘There it is.’ You showed Baekhyun the remote. ‘I bet this will be nice.’

You clicked once, not giving your partner a chance to say anything.

‘Oh shit-’ He jolted in your arms, and clenched his jaw. ‘Y/N…’

‘I know, baby. I won’t ramp it up much.’ You promised, pressing your index finger to one of his nipples.

The tiny bud was firm, and you could see Baekhyun shiver from the touch.

‘Should’ve clamped them in the beginning…’ You mused, gradually increasing the vibration of the toy. ‘Does this feel alright?’

Baekhyun moaned in response.

‘I’ll take that as a yes,’ you snickered.

He didn’t let you laugh for much longer though, grabbing your waist and pushing you back down. Opening your legs roughly, he got between them and instantly pressed his hard cock against your labia.

‘Fucking hell-’ He gritted out, as soon as his hips snapped forward, disturbing the plug inside him.

‘This is kinda hot, I’m not gonna lie,’ you sighed, stroking his lower back. ‘Move or I will level your ass massage up again.’

‘Fuck no, I already feel like I could come…’ Baekhyun replied quickly, slowly retracting his pelvis before swaying it into you. ‘Shit, Y/N, it just feels so weird-’

‘Weird but nice, right?’ You lowered your hand to tug on his ‘tail’ again.

‘Oh god please-’ He sighed, dropping his head on your shoulder.

You could feel him shake every time you adjusted the toy. It was definitely affecting his prostate, and the sobbing he tried to muffle by your skin only confirmed it.

‘Babe,’ he moaned, renewing his slow thrusts into you. ‘You want my death or what?’

Snickering at his words, you playfully scratched his upper back with both hands.

‘Faster.’ You replied simply, grasping the remote again.

Baekhyun focused on delivering upon your request, and you physically shuddered with him. The vibration was quite literally driving him mad, so he was soon groaning in both pain and pleasure. His speech was incoherent, and you weren’t sure how many times you had clicked the button, but you could hear – almost feel – the vibration ripping through his tight muscles and abusing his prostate.

You knew his hips were moving on their own, more out of instinct rather than intent, but it was all fine. At this point, you just wanted him to finish. The buildup left both of you a complete mess, and the craving you had in you now was more of his euphoria, not yours.

‘I’m c- babe I’m-’ He tried to speak, but the intense sensation overwhelmed him to the point of squealing.

Readily clutching the remote, you pressed the button several times to avoid overstimulating him instead of prolonging his pleasure, and he still allowed a high-pitched whine to escape. He was trembling and writhing on top of you, and you could feel the hot creamy wetness pooling at your own entrance. The visual stimulation sent you into overdrive.

‘Fuck, Baekhyun-’ You moaned, eyes closing shut as you joined your partner in the oblivion.

It was at least half an hour later that you were finally able to untangle yourselves from each other, and free Baekhyun’s abused asshole. Not without him grunting and grumbling the entire time, of course.

‘Shit. I won’t be fucking sitting down for a fucking week.’ Your partner complained in a tired voice, flinching as his sphincter constricted again after the plug was removed.

‘Lying down is better anyways,’ you hummed, planting an impish kiss onto his butt cheek.

Baekhyun muttered something incoherent, and you were sure there was more diffident cursing in there.

You scooted closer to him and stroked his hair lovingly. Suddenly you realized that you did not employ all the inventory you had prepared.

‘Damn, we forgot about the ears and the collar too!’ You gasped. ‘Well, you can always wear them next time…’

You shrugged, trailing off, and turned to him, anticipating his reaction.

Baekhyun’s face assumed the most scandalized expression.

‘Next time?!’

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