#when the love light starts shinning thru his eyes

[newblvotg]

#thebumblewolf #when the love light starts shinning thru his eyes #maybe he'd realize #xmen #gay artists #gay fantasy art #gay art #gayart #gay fantasy #newblvotg #gay #queer #art

[hoshi-y]

Ah hello!! I've noticed you write for tbhk!! Can I request Amane going stargazing with his s/o and he's pointing out constellations and such while she listens and after a while she says sometimes she feels jealous of the sky and stars because he looks at them all the time? So he starts teasing/spoiling her? We stan cute jealousy and we obviously stan happy Amane!! Sorry if it's too specific :((

"I have eyes only for you.."

She/Her

Genre : Fluff

Characters : Yugi Amane

TW : None

A/N : THAT IS SO CUTE, he'd tease because of how jealous you are BWUXUWOXOOAKS

I HOPE YOU ENJOY 💗

You are more ethereal than those shinning above us.

Amane has always loved astronomy, when he was a kid, he'd always sneak out at night and find an area with less lighting and lay down to watch the stars until they slowly dissappear

He thought that the stars we're the only thing that give him comfort and joy, but he was wrong.

When he met you, things took a huge turn. He didn't feel this much emotion whenever he went stargazing or reading about constellations. You gave him an entirely different emotion, and that made him happy

When he found out you liked him too he was over the moon, you'd share about your interests and he was afraid to share his, but you accepted them anyway, you loved how he talked about astronomy and you found it cute. For awhile

As stupid as it sounds, you were jealous, why is there a need to be jealous? Amane loves you, more than the stars

But you know, it can't be helped

Amane took you out on a date to a carnival, and now you two ended up on a quite hill not too far away from the carnival, laying down and look up in the stars. "Amanee.. What's that light right below the moon?" You asked pointing at the direction

"That's actually Venus. Did you know that Venus, is the second planet closest to the sun? The reason we see Venus so clearly is because it is closer to the Sun than Earth, so it orbits inside Earth’s path." Amane stated as he smiles a little sharing his own knowledge in astronomy

You had no knowledge when it came to astronomy, sure you know the basics but not in the deeper section. Tilting your head to the left, you watch as Amane was saying something but you couldn't hear it, as he pointed at the different constellations in the sky

"I'm.. A little jealous.." You mumbled hopinf he didn't hear, but he now had his full attention to you

"Why is that?" He asks, you blushed a little looking back up in the sky "Its a little stupid." He smirks "Come on~ I won't judge"

You hesitate as you looked into his Amber eyes that you could drown at, "Well.. You look at the stars alot, and would stay late at night watching it dissappear.. You stay up late stargazing... Rather than talking to me.." You mumbled the last part but he heard it, he let out a chuckle

"Oh my~ Are you jealous of the stars my Dear?~ Well when you go to sleep me and the stars have late night talks you know, just kidding~" He teased as you look away from him making him laugh "Shut up.."

He hugged you from behind pulling you closer, as your back hits his chest, he began to slowly pepper your face with kisses "Don't be jealous.. Alright? I have eyes only for you.." He gave you one of his signature smiles that made you melt right away

Amane rested his elbow on the grass, as he leaned in a gave you a kiss "I only admire them from far away.. I can't touch them nor hug them like this.. I sometimes wonder if you are a star that landed here on earth hm?" you blushed

He sat up and laid your head on his lap, he ran his fingers thru your hair as he leaned down and gave you another kiss. "I love you.. [F/N].. And there's nothing more than I want to be with you.. I'd much rather look at you than those damn stars.."

"You're so cheesy.." You giggled sitting up, Amane pulled you closer your noses touching

"But you love this cheesy guy no?~" He smiled giving your lips another sweet kiss

He was content, he was happy.. When he was a kid, he dreamed of being an astronaut, to reach for the stars and never having to watch from afar.

I think that dream has been fulfilled now.. He didn't become an astronaut though.

But he was now finally holding the one thing he dreamt of to hold so close.

You.

omahgawd

#toilet bound hanako kun #jibaku shoujo hanako kun #tbhk x reader #jshk #tbhk #hanako kun #tbhk hanako #yugi amane #tbhk amane #amane x reader

[angelplummie]

Hello! How are you? I saw your HCs of Class A boy’s insecurities and I enjoyed reading it! May I request Shinsou, Bakugou, Todoroki, and Sero for the next part of them if you are planning on doing a Part 2? Thank you💜

THINGS CLASS 1-A BOYS ARE INSECURE ABOUT and how you help them feel better p.2

tiny angst big comfort

1A boys x reader

masterlist

warnings: none!

part 1 shiratorizawa ver.

TODOROKI

•shoto, surprisingly, has insanely hairy legs

•like HOLY SHIT THAT GUYS LEGS ARE HAIRY

• he’s kinda self conscious about it especially since he got teased for it as a kid, and it’s kinda unexpected of him

• when he’s at ur dorm ur watching a movie and ur doing that cute couples thing where he’s on the sofa and ur right below him and his legs are on either side of u

•well his sweats were riding up his leg so much so that the elastic is over his knee now, and his whole shin is out

• absent mindedly, you lean over to one side and wrap your arms around his calve.

•he kinda jumps when you run your fingers through the hair and muzzle your face into his knee

•”what are you doing?”

•”hm?”

•”why are you hugging my leg?”

• “cuz i wanted to. do you want me to stop?”

• ...

• “no”

• you turn back the movie fingers resuming their gentle combing through his leg hairs. which felt weird for shoto, but not necessarily unwelcome

•he was a little embarrassed, but you didn’t seem to mind his leg hair, so why should he?

BAKUGOU

• for some reason, he’s really hyper conscious of how he smells? like he’s showering all the time just to make sure he doesn’t reek

•it probably comes from his sweating a lot for his quirk, but either way, he does not want to smell bad ever. ever ever ever ever

• especially when he starts dating you, he hates the idea of him hugging you and you just thinking about how badly he reeks

• (even though no one has ever told him he smells bad, or even suggested it? entirely in his head)

• so when he comes home one day after gruelling hero training, all sweaty and gross because the showers were closed, his worst fear comes to light as you jump on him, throwing your arms around his middle and pressing your face into the side of his chest, dangerously close to his armpit

•he can’t open his arms, then ud be hit with stench, so he squeezes his arms into his side and gives ur back an awkward pat

•you huff and hold him tighter

• “hug me properly!!”

•he sighs

• “can’t, ’m too stinky from training”

• “like i care, im showering later anyway”

• begrudgingly, he opens his arms and embraces you.

• “you don’t even smell bad”

• “i don’t?”

• “no. you just smell like my boyfriend”

• he grumbles something before kissing the top of your head

• “that was cute. now go shower”

SERO

•has really bad acne

• gets quite down about it tbh, he thinks it makes him look so ugly :(((

• has tried everything under the sun to get rid of them

• but nothing seems to work

•picks at them nonstop, asked denki to shock him every time he catches him doing it

• put fuckinh tooth paste on that shit cuz he’s an idiot, wondered how that turned out ser-bear 🤡

•anywho,,, when u guys start dating and hanging out more, u seek the way he drowns his skin in chemicals and looks at his pimple covered face with distain whenever he has the mirror to himself

•you feel bad, bc u actually find acne really hot, but u know it wouldn’t help just to tell him he’s a smoke show

• so u tell him physically, holding his face in your hands and kissing his scarred, hyper-pigmented cheeks, even doing your face masks with him to give his skin a break from his incessant onslaught

• he slowly starts to feel neutral to the pink that covers his cheeks, and with your help, the acne dies down. even when it flares up again, he doesn’t mind too much, because he knows you will always love his face, no matter what

SHISOU

•he can never get his hair to behave

•it always ends up in the same overly voluminous mane, and he hates it

• he wants it to look something like todorokis, but his hair is too thin and too poofy to go down straight like that

• so he always ends up with untameable hair every morning, it really bothers him

• it wasn’t really that huge of an issue, until he started liking you

• he didn’t wanna be know as the mind control boy with the shitty hair to you, he wanted you to like him to :(

• that’s why he’s over the moon when you come up behind him when he’s finishing work off at break still in his desk and you take a strand of his hair and run your fingers over it

•he jumps a little initially

•”what are you doing?”

•when he spins around he sees it’s you and his eyes instantly soften

•”your hair is really soft shinsou. how do you get it so poofy?” you say still carding your fingers thru it

•his brain function stops when he feels your hands on his scalp and his heart is surely going to shatter his ribs with how fast it’s beating

• “Shinsou?”

• “mommy? I MEAN YES”

(not really but can you imagine)

• “mhm? oh yeah, uh, i don’t really do anything to it, it’s just like that.”

•”damn that’s pretty cool, you must do something for it to be this soft though.”

•”i-i dont.”

•”hm. pretty cool”

• you give his head a final ruffle just as the bell goes and you flounce back to you desk

•like he’s gonna be able to concentrate after that

thank u for tuning in to part 2!!!! i am greatly enjoying this series, if u want to request any other characters/volleyball teams pls sound off in my asks!! hope u had fun reading! reblogs and replies appreciated!! bye love you bye !

#mha fluff #bnha fluff #bakugou fluff #todoroki fluff #sero fluff #shinsou fluff #bakugou x reader #todoroki x reader #sero x reader #shinsou x reader #mha comfort #bnha comfort #soft bakugou #mha x reader #bnha x reader #my hero academia #boku no hero academia

[joyfulhopelox]

Coffee puns and wayside milkshakes

Pairing: Seokjin x reader (idol!jin, non-idol!reader, established relationship)

Warnings: some light swearing, really bad puns

Summary: Busy schedules have made it impossible to spend time with your boyfriend but he makes sure to assure you that he is still thinking of you. So even though he has promotions during summer he takes the time to plan an amazing road trip just for the two of you. Even if it is just to the drive thru in the next town over.

Genre: fluff gone into crack or crack gone into fluff

Word count: 3,020

Rating: g

A/N: This is part of the @bangtanwritingbingo event! Chosen square number 1 is 'road trip'. I made it pure fluff which i have to admit i thought i would be completely terrible at, but the more i write the better i get at it (hopefully). I had so much fun writing this! It was also once again meant to be a drabble, but....that is clearly something i have to work on. Enjoy some really bad puns from me!

Copyrights @joyfulhopelox for both the work and the banner

“Tell me again why are we up….” observing the still and dark atmosphere out the window you sighed, “at the ass crack of dawn?”

Normally, you would not question your boyfriend. Even when he would make stupid jokes or do stupid things, which acted contrary to his close-to-30 age. You trusted him completely, you may even say you trusted him with your life. And yet, this morning or night, you were seriously questioning his sanity. Have his schedules gotten to his head? Has the tiredness of constant practice and promotions made him lose it?

“Just you wait, love, i told you it’s a surprise” he shushed you, excitedly jumping out of the warm bed. Not wanting to get up just yet, it was 4am in the morning for God’s sake, you burrowed yourself deeper into the warm sheets whilst commandeering his pillow. “Love, come on get up. The surprise will not work if we are late” Seokjin whined.

“No, 5 more minutes” you grumbled into the pillow. It smelled of him and that comfort was slowly getting you back into the dream world. A dream world where a normal Jin would wake you up at a normal time, and you would get to spend a normal day together, gaming and cooking. But no, reality had to be shattered, instead this Seokjin was tugging at the duvet whilst patting your leg. “Okay, 5 more minutes whilst i go wash up but then you have to get up. We have to be in the car in 30 minutes” he warned, breaking you out of your dreamworld.

Basking in the comfort of the bed until you hear the bathroom door close, you decide that you were awake enough to face the chill of a summer morning. Throwing the blanket off of you, you gave the window a dirty look. As if it was the cause of your distress. It was summer, why was it so dark outside early in the morning? Because you woke up, correction because your lovely boyfriend woke you up at an ungodly hour. “I swear Kim Seokjin….” you mumbled to yourself. Making your way hurriedly to the kitchen, your form still wrapped like a burrito in the blanket you decided you needed caffeine, and fast.

“Love, now is not the time, we can’t be late” jumping at the whiny voice of your boyfriend you turned around, and when recalling this story to his friends, Jin would swear that he physically felt your murderous gaze stabbing him. “Kim Seokjin, if you do not allow me to have at least one cup of coffee before we set out onto this whatever it is” motioning wildly in the air “i swear i will make your life a living hell forever, even after i am dead i will haunt you until you are dead, and even in death i will haunt you” rambling on you failed to notice the amused expression on Jin’s face. God, you were adorable. However, as soon as you had finished your rant and you gazed back at him, for the sake of his life and his family jewels he straightened his pose and nodded at you in an attempt to be serious.

“Of course”

Satisfied you turned back to making your coffee, and some for the road. You knew that as active as Jin was at the moment, once on the road he would harass you for a sip. And if there was one thing you could not stand, it was sharing your coffee.

“Hey Y/N, what do you call a sad cup of coffee?” Oh no, here we go again. “Jiiiiiin” you whined, “it’s too early for this, what do you call it?” despite having complained about his bad dad jokes, you secretly enjoyed it when he made them. The jokes were not amazing most times, but seeing him so happy and hearing his laugh was what made them the best jokes you could have ever heard.

“A depresso” bursting out laughing fully at his own joke made you giggle at him. He was adorable, and he was all yours. Fondly gazing at him you shook your head whilst still giggling. His infectious humour was better at brightening your day than any coffee.

“Very funny baby, now let me finish making this coffee so we can leave. You’re the one in a hurry” you stuck your tongue out at him.

“Ah, yes indeed” he rushed to exit the kitchen. Not before turning around to wink at you and blow you a kiss whilst delivering his last one line puncher. “After all, we don’t want to be latte.” You could still hear his laugh even as he reached the other end of the corridor.

“Silly man”

-

Finally with two coffees in tow, you got yourself strapped into the car and waited for Jin to finish shoving into the back of the car what he presented as “top secret and you are not allowed to peek”. So you did your best to not let curiosity get to you and instead closed your eyes in an attempt to get a few more minutes of sleep. As you were drifting off slowly but surely, all you could hear in the background were the constant complaints of your boyfriend arguing with whatever he was trying to fit into the back of the car. And by the way the car was shaking it felt like he was forcing an elephant in there. You smiled gently to yourself, this is what bliss felt like to you. Not those extra minutes of sleep, not the thought of the planned date- which excited you nonetheless, but the knowledge that today was a day where you could spend some time with Jin and listen to him whine, complain, rant, express his love for you, cuddle you and all that in person.

“You alright there love?” you finally decided to check on his well being after another 10 minutes of grumbling.

“Yes, yes. Just trying….to get this thing to…..fit” heaving he let out a triumphal yell. “Done! Now let’s gogogogogo on this exciting road trip!” enthusiastically he opened the car door and jumped in almost hitting you in the face with his arm and whacking his own knee on the wheel of the car. “Oh my gosh, are you ok, did i hit you?” you stifled a giggle, he did not hit you and yet even though he clearly was in pain he made sure to check on you first.

“Jin, i’m fine babe, but clearly you aren’t. Please be more careful” you chided gently reaching over to rub the sore spot on his shin. With a gentle smile he grabbed your hand in his warm one. Despite the chilly air of the morning, he was warm and inviting, his hand on yours instantly heating up your cold ones. “I’m sorry love, I promise i will be” he reached out to cup your cheek with his free hand rubbing your skin and with care as if you were made out of porcelain he brought his soft plump lips to yours in a brief kiss that left you breathless.

“Hey, Y/N?” his lips a breath away from you that made you swear you still felt them on yours, was that wishful thinking? Maybe. “I love you” your eyes skimmed over his features lost in a world of your own and with a suddenly mischievous grin you pulled back from him fastening your seatbelt.

“I love you too, you mocha me very happy”

With an incredulous scoff, Jin fastened his own seatbelt and put the car into drive. “Careful love, you will become worse than me” he warned amusedly, the pride in his voice unmasked. He did love it when you would one up him on his jokes. Sometimes you would make a competition out of it, an unannounced one so that neither of you could have pre prepared comebacks and see who won. Most times you lost miserably, and the times you won you were absolutely certain that Jin went easy on you. He was the fountain of knowledge when it came to puns.

“But Jin, i am worse than you” giggling like idiots, you turned your gaze to the window prepared for the trip ahead. You had no idea where you were going but as long as you were with Seokjin, you would be absolutely fine.

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“I swear to god Kim Seokjin, you plan a trip in the middle of the night to somewhere, lord knows where, and you don’t even think to consider checking the gas tank????”

As the car slowly sputtered and came to a stop at the end of the road you turned to look at your desperate boyfriend. “Oh nononnononono, this can’t be happening. I was meant to stop at a station as soon as we exited the city” trying to get the car to start again you bit your lip. Maybe it was the fact that you had placed your trust fully in him, or the fact that he was so sure of this trip, or the fact that he had bragged about this trip for a while now but this end you had not foreseen, and so it made it incredibly amusing for you. 30 minutes outside of your own city and the car had run out of fuel. If it weren’t for Jin’s distressed pleas for the car to start up and for you to forgive him for ruining this trip you would have burst out laughing a while back.

Deciding to end his misery you grabbed for his hand, now clammy from stress. “Babe, it’s ok. Let's just get out of the car and try to call someone to check the car out. We ran out of gas, it happens” rubbing your finger over the back of his hand in an attempt to call him you used your other hand to try to look for your phone.

Only to remember that in your hurry you had left without it. Groaning, you did not want to panic Jin more than he was so you did not mention your own phones. Knowing him, he’s forgotten his at home on purpose. On days when he had plans with you, he would make it a point to not spend time on his phone. Thanking your lucky stars you at least had your cards with you and some cash.

“I’m really really really sorry love” Jin gave you a pleading look. Shaking your head you sighed and opened your door. “Come on lover boy, let's get this situation fixed”

A couple of steps into the trek you finally hear the car being locked and the sound of pounding footsteps behind you. You walked in silence for 15 minutes, neither of you knowing what to say. You were decently tired and hungry but more worried about Jin’s state of mind. On the other hand your boyfriend was berating himself for ruining a perfectly planned day and probably making you upset for doing so. Finding the service phone by the side of the road you quickly phoned for someone to come and fix the situation and they informed you it may take a couple of hours to get to you. But it was better than nothing. You would probably miss entirely what Jin’s planned for you but you could always make the most of what you currently had. Now, on the way back to the car you finally sneaked a glance at your own boyfriend.

Catching his own worried gaze you looked away. You were in the middle of almost nowhere, stuck, without a car or food, it was still extremely early, and yet all you could think of was how handsome Jin looked. In the soft morning glow reflected on his skin and his messy hair stuffed under his cap, you realised how lucky you were. Misinterpreting your long stare he bit his lip, “Are you angry?” You did not want to respond to him, not yet at least. If you did you would either burst out in giggles or you would end up trying to comfort him, and you had no time to spare at the moment. Was it mean? Probably but you swore to yourself you would make it up to him. “Love” he kept insisting, “Y/N, are you angry?” Only when you heard the sadness creep into his usual tone of voice did you stop and look at him.

You opened your mouth to reply to him, but he would not allow you to speak yet. Afraid that you would start telling him how awful of a boyfriend he is, gone for long periods of time and when he is finally home he clearly cannot do anything proper, he starts stumbling over his words trying to explain himself to you. “Love, i’m so so so sorry. I did not mean for this to happen. I had the whole thing planned, i was going to take us to the seaside today so we can watch the sunrise and sunset on the beach like you have always wanted, and we were going to enjoy a picnic and a nice dip in the ocean and i was going to take you to the fair at night time so we can ride the ferris wheel and have a romantic kiss at the top and…”

As adorable as you found a rambling Jin, his red cheeks, his lips which were now extremely swollen from how much he bit them, you could not let him torture himself much longer. You were worried he may end up having a self induced anxiety attack. And you definitely were not angry as he seemed to think you would be.

“Love” you tried once, but in his distress he had stopped listening to you. “Jin” and again, finally having had enough you took three strides towards him and placed your hand over his mouth in a gentle attempt to get him to stop talking.

“It is ok. I am not angry. Not by a long shot. I don’t care about sunrises, I don't care about sunsets, I don't care about ferris wheel rides, I don't care about picnics. Seeing the hurt in his eyes you immediately added, “ I don't care about all these things if they don’t happen with you. Plans get ruined, that is why they are plans. We could have spent the whole day in our pjs and had a coffee pun competition whilst playing games and i would have not minded. We could have spent the whole day just literally doing nothing but staying in bed and I would have not minded. The thought of you even just planning to put all this together even when you are so busy is more than enough for me. Please stop apologising about this. I am not mad at all”

Jin reached out delicately and lowered your hand away from his mouth. “But it’s because I've been so busy that I have fucked up immensely. I wanted to do something nice for you to show you how much I care about you. Being away all the time is hard especially when all i want to do is have you there with me all the time but knowing that i can’t.” A strand of your hair had been blown into your face by the wind and he took his time to fix it for you, his hand dropping down onto the hollow of your neck.

“Babe, i would want nothing more than to be able to be with you all the time, but unfortunately we can’t. And you would get sick of me anyways” you laughed gently. Jin was about to protest but you continued. “ You show me everyday how much you care about me, no matter how busy you are you always take your time to talk even if briefly. You always send me cute pictures and pictures of food, which make me really jealous by the way” Jin laughed, his eyes crinkling.

“And when we do actually get to spend time together we have the best of times no matter what we do. Not because we are doing something out of the ordinary but because we are spending time together. If i’m with you i don’t care what we are doing, it’s the best time of my life” You slowly rose on your toes to press your lips to his. Seeing it as an opportunity Jin tightly wrapped your arms around your waist and lifted you up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his waist with a squeal. A kiss that was meant to last a few seconds ended up with you propped against the side of the car wrapped around Jin’s sturdy frame.

“I love you” he whispered once he settled you back on his feet. “So so so much”

Prepared to answer with a confession of your own, you felt your stomach grumble. The moment now interrupted, both of you started cackling. “I love you too babe,” patting his chest, “but you know what I would love more? Some food.”

“We have a bit more to wait until we get this situation fixed” As if a lightbulb had been turned on Jin jerked away from you. “Wait here” running around to the back of the car he opened it and pulled out a cooler and two tumblrs. Ignoring your inquisitive looks he opened the cooler and got out some vanilla ice cream. Reaching out into the boot again he pulled out a pack of fresh strawberries. Laughing you finally understood.

“Milkshakes?” He held both items in his hands proudly.

When you had told him you would give anything in exchange for spending time with him you meant it. Whether the road trip would have been a success in the end, or you just called it a day after you got your car sorted. But just sitting there on the wayside by the car enjoying your makeshift milkshakes and each other’s company was complete perfection to you and you would not have it any other way.

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[kwanisms]

Collision Course 37: the Bunny is out of the hat

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summary: Y/N is a twitch streamer by day, camgirl by night. Having just moved from Busan to Seoul, Y/N soon learns that leading a double life can have serious consequences if she doesn’t trust the right people. What will happen when her two worlds start to collide?

pairing: soonyoung x y/n x wonwoo

warning: strong language, provocative images, sexual content, see each piece for warnings

updates every monday thru friday @ 7PM CST

a/n: times and dates don't matter!

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After dinner, Soonyoung helped you clean up, standing side by side as you washed the dishes used and he rinsed them off and set them to dry. “Thank you for helping me clean up,” you said as you handed him a plate.

Soonyoung smiled, taking the plate from you and rinsed it off before setting it aside. “Thank you for inviting me over for dinner,” he said, turning back to you. “How was it, by the way?” you asked, nervous for his answer as you handed him another plate.

“Amazing,” he said as he rinsed the dish off. “You’re incredible at cooking,” he added, flashing you a warm smile, causing your cheeks to burn and a soft pink color to paint them. Soonyoung took notice of this, smirking to himself without a word.

After finishing cleaning up the kitchen, the two of you headed into the living area, settling on the couch with a glass of wine each. You sat on one side of the couch, back against the armrest while Soonyoung sat next to you, your legs resting on his lap. The two of you joked about the latest explosion in the server in which he and Mingyu had to boot two people from the server. 

“I still can’t believe he called you that,” you giggled as you took a sip of your wine. Soonyoung chuckled, one hand holding his glass, the other resting on your shin. The two of you fell into a comfortable silence before he leaned forward to set his glass down on the coffee table. “I need to use the restroom,” he said, patting your knee.

You pulled your legs back, allowing him to get up. He stretched slightly before heading for the bathroom.  You took notice of his almost empty glass and called down the hallway to him as he opened the bathroom door. “Do you want more wine?”

“Yes please!” Soonyoung called as he flipped on the light and checked his reflection in the mirror. He nodded approvingly at himself before shutting the door and beginning to do his business. After relieving himself, he turned on the faucet to wash his hands when a black silk garment hanging on the back of the door caught his eye in the mirror.

He finished washing his hands, drying them quickly before he turned to inspect the article of clothing. He reached out, fingers skimming the material. It was gorgeous. He took it from the hook to further inspect it. It looked strangely familiar. He turned it over, peering inside the collar of the article which he identified as a short kimono.

Inside the collar where the tag would have been was instead an embroidered message he read out loud. “To my favorite bunny. love tigerstar.” Soonyoung’s eyes widened as he read it before he gasped softly and looked up as the realization hit him quickly.

‘Y/N is ropebunny.’

You heard Soonyoung open the door and step out into the hall as you poured more wine into your glasses. You replaced the cork stop in the bottle, placing it back in the fridge before turning and grabbing the glasses. You walked around the counter as Soonyoung walked into the room. He held out his glass, a smile on your face.

Your smile fell as you looked from his face to what he was holding in his hands. Your robe. The black kimono robe sent to you by a fan of ropebunny. You glanced back up at him, trying to control your voice. “What’s up?” you asked him.

Soonyoung held up the robe, showing you the inside of the collar. You felt your heart race as he showed you the embroidered message. You tried your best not to panic. “Oh, that,” you said, chuckling nervously. Before you could speak any further, Soonyoung asked you a question you never expected to hear from him.

“Are you ropebunny?”

Your grip on his glass slipped and the wine glass fell to the floor, the glass shattering as the wine splashed all over the floor and your feet. Soonyoung was quick to act. He tossed the robe over the back of one of your bar stools and hurried to grab a dish towel.

He warned you not to move, taking the other glass from you and set it down before kneeling down to clean up the mess. Your mind was full of questions and you couldn’t stop the panic from setting in. Soonyoung scooped up the glass in the towel and tossed it away before grabbing another towel and cleaning up the wine.

He then carefully guided you away from the glass before sitting you down and grabbing the broom. Wordlessly, he swept up the mess and dumped the glass in the trash bin. As he set the broom down, he looked over, noticing your wide eyes and heavy breathing. Soonyoung rushes over, kneeling in front of you and took your hands in his.

“Y/N? Are you alright?” he asked softly as panic took over your mind. You began hyperventilating, shocking Soonyoung who squeezed your hands gently. “Hey, hey,” he said softly. “Look at me, baby,” he said, reaching up to caress your cheek. You looked down at him, tears filling your eyes and bluring your vision.

“Why are you crying?” Soonyoung asked, one hand on your cheek and the other holding your hand, his thumb stroking the back of your hand soothingly. “Y/N, baby, why are you crying?” he asked again. You took a deep breath before speaking.

“I’m sorry,” you sniffled. Soonyoung smiled softly, moving to sit next to you, pulling you onto his lap as you cried. “Why are you sorry?” he asked. “If it’s something you want to do, then do it,” he added. You slowly sat up, wiping your tears. “Really?” you asked. Soonyoung took your face in his hands and kissed you, his lips lingering on yours.

He pulled away, a big smile on his face. “Of course baby,” he said, kissing the tip of your nose before pulling you into his lap and snuggling you. The pair you sat silently as your breathing returned to normal before something hit you.

“Wait a second,” you said, sitting up and turning to look at Soonyoung who fixed you with a wide, perplexed stare. “What?” he asked, confusion written on his face. You narrowed your eyes at him before asking the question that came to your mind.

“How do you know about ropebunny?”

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[theotherbloodfart]

Token Pt 4

The final part of the request made by @craftygoateeprincess oml this is some shameless self indulgent fluff right here. Hope you like!

He sits placidly in the lotus pose. Even in the gloom of her darkening living room, every detail is as clear and bright and new to her as the first time she saw it. Her eyes start from his boots and travel upward.

The tips of his boots are scuffed and nestled in the silk of his pantaloons atop his knees, the orange puffs she knows are there are not visible with his feet in this position. Her gaze travels to his gloved hands, which are resting palm up just next to each boot. His fingers are curled gently, the pointer fingers just touching the silken tips of his thumbs.

His head is facing directly forward, tho his eyes are closed. His face is smooth and peaceful. His body isn’t moving at all. Quite noticeable in this quiet place. No human twitching. No breathing. Just a marble statue posing to look like a clown.

Ellie cannot believe he has consented to this. To sit still and calm and allow her to touch him like this. The clock ticking on her wall sounds like tiny explosions, each click reverberating around her living room, bouncing off of the silvery being before her.

She drops to her knees, directly before him. He is so tall that, even on her knees, she still has to crane her neck to gaze up at his face. She focuses on his long dark lashes, fanned out over the tops of his cheeks like 2 tiny palm leaves.

As she reaches towards him her breath catches. She feels like a worm daring to touch some keen and deadly predator. She supposes that’s just what she is. Oh! But what a beautiful predator! And such a foolish worm. Her hand falters and drops. Her head drops, her confidence wilting.

“Do not be afraid, Ellie.” The rumble of his voice makes every hair upon her body stand on end. “There is much to fear. But not me. Never me.”

She looks up to his face. Meeting his brilliant blue eyes. Basks in the bottomless glow before she watches the pale lids glide down once again to close them. Then reaches forward again. And falters again.

But this time, a gloved hand snaps forward, the long fingers wrapping around her wrist, soft yet vice like. She doesn’t struggle, but pulls against him softly as he mercilessly places her open, trembling hand upon his chest, as if the silk here might burn her skin. They sit like this for some time. The clown holding her hand firm and the girl slowly calming, the quaking in her hands slowly subsiding.

After he has decided that she’ll not pull away, he releases her wrist and returns his hand to it’s original pose, his face still relaxed and his eyes still closed.

His flesh, under the suit, feels cool and iron like, the lean muscle and sinew contrasting with the smooth thick silk of his doublet. She runs her finger tips up and down, pressing in to feel the ribs, her thumb brushing one of the orange puffs. Her throat feels so dry that she coughs. He doesn’t react. Gingerly, she lifts the other hand, which had been sitting numbly in her lap, to join it’s sister in exploring his chest.

Her heart thunders so loudly that she can no longer hear the ticking of her clock. The air in her living room suddenly feels icy, and her skin prickles with gooseflesh. She doesn’t realize her lower lip is quivering. She doesn’t realize her eyes are tearing until a falsely warm drop slides down her cheek.

The clown's nostrils flare and she feels his chest expand rapidly. Once. Twice. He’s scenting her.

“Not fear. But so similar.” His words confirm her thoughts.

“I’m nervous, Penny.” Her voice cracks from dryness.

“Why?” His voice is a comfortable rumble.

“Because…… you’re REAL. All this time. All these years. I KNEW but I somehow still didn’t believe. But here you are. With me.” This confession spurs a flash of bravery as her hands leave his chest, her finger tips trailing down the soft silk of his arms. She feels the hot sting of more tears upon her cheeks as she continues.

“Don’t you understand? When I was a little girl, I believed in magic. I believed angels were real. I believed that my will alone could make things change. I even believed I could fly! But then life happened. Darkness and pain. Lies and deceit. Survival. And I lost that belief. I grew up. Oh, don’t you see?? If you’re REAL……… then that means that MAGIC is real.”

Her heart thunders on as Pennywise responds to her words, and her tailing finger tips, only by slowly raising his forearms, spreading his long fingers, his palms facing her. She gulps down anxious bile and places her palms against his. And they sit like this. Very still. The girl breathing shallowly. The eldritch clown not breathing at all. Touching palms. And Ellie’s knees press against his shins as she leans forward, sliding her fingers down between his. He responds in kind, entwining his fingers with her own.

Only the sore cramping in her cheeks tells Ellie that her face is creased in an enormous smile. She’s holding hands with her sewer angel. And she’s crying.

As her gaze settles upon his face, she feels her breath catch. His eyes are no longer closed. His expression is solemn and watchful. His periwinkle blue eyes are……. Almost soulful…….. As he watches her.

It is now that he moves, still very slowly, unwrapping the fingers of one hand from hers and reaching for her face. Time itself seems to freeze as Ellie feels his palm cup her chin. Every nerve ending in her skin seems to take on its own static life as she feels the silk of his glove brush along her jaw bone. As his finger tips stretch along one cheek and his thumb along the other.

“I can see your thoughts, Ellie. They are disjointed and strange. A dream. I, myself, enjoy dreams.” For a moment, his gaze is vacant. Looking thru her, into another time. Another reality. “You will stay, won’t you Ellie? You will stay in my Derry?” His gaze bores into her own.

She simply cannot speak as her emotions twirl and clench at her heart. His wide eyed gaze is childlike and lonely.

“Stay?” It is not a command, but a supplication. “I have existed longer than your mind could ever comprehend. I am not human. I kill and feast and dance. I am the Eater of Worlds little Ellie. I’ve giggled at sobbing mothers while slurping the marrow from the bones of their tender babies. I have watched races die and new races emerge from their dusty graves. I have watched, in idle boredom, as stars sputtered their death song.” The blue of his irises bursts into burning gold as he speaks. Saliva dribbles from his plump lips as the tiniest snippets of his memories are laid bare before her.

A tingling sensation flutters within the contact of his hand with her skin. Her vision disjoints. She gazes upon Pennywise before her. Yet, when her eyes close, she can see flashes of these things he speaks of. Only for these images to fade as she opens her eyes again.

It is as if she’s existing in 2 places at once. The reality of this beautiful being before her, in the fading light of her living room. And the shadowy realm of the eternal dreams of his long rests whenever her lids close. But she is not afraid. He continues.

“I have seen many things, Ellie. Felt many sensations. But I have never felt this. I have never felt this desire for my presence. And it is very pleasant. I do not wish for this sensation to cease. Stay? Stay with me?” He breaks the contact with her by removing his hand from her chin and folding it, with the other hand, in his lap. And watches her expectantly.

She realizes she is leaning forward so far that she’s nearly losing balance. As if her body has begun to gravitate towards his. She feels empty somehow without those visions of his dreams that she’d seen as he’d touched her. The dawning realization that he had CHOSEN to share those images with her leaves her breathless, the tears now flowing freely now.

“Pennywise,” her voice is unsteady as she speaks. “I’d rather die than leave this place. I have nothing left outside of this place. Outside of you. You’ve saved my life literally every time I’ve seen you. That’s more than any person has ever cared to do. I don’t care about what you’ve done. I don’t CARE. I LOVE you. I always have. I always will.” The desperate need to express this to him overrides her nervousness.

He tilts his head at her, the gold in his eyes returning to their gentle blue.

“I do not know that I can love, child. The emotion is a meaningless concept to me. Or at least, it always was….” His sentence is cut off as, with the most sudden impulse she’s ever had, she leans forward, extending as far up as she can on her knees, to kiss him.

He stiffens and she feels his large hands grip her waist as her arms snake around his neck. The material of his neck ruff pricks and tickles her skin. His lips do not respond as she presses her own to them, but they are soft and compliant. He allows this action although it is obvious that he’s unsure of what he should be doing in response. She feels the nervousness overwhelm her as she goes to pull away.

Then, she feels his palm on the back of her head now, as he applies gentle pressure to keep her in place. And slowly, with great care, as if she were made of the most delicate material, he returns her kiss. It is sloppy and wet and inexperienced and wonderful. And when he finally pulls away, she can feel her tears mixing with the saliva upon her own chin.

“Ellie……. Stay?” Again the question.

“Yes. I will stay.”

#pennywise #pennywise the dancing clown #fluff #pennywise x ellie #requests #my writing

[newcpl4fun]

LOVELY SHY WIFE TO HIGH END PROS

Hi, my name is Neethu (name changed) 28 years, I am now married for 6 years and my husband name is Sagar. We both are from Nagpur and we live in Mumbai. Our marriage was an arranged marriage and I was virgin until my marriage, but my husband was not virgin which got to know 2 years back and that night changed every thing from what we are now.

I not going to say this is a real story or a fiction story… I would leave the choice to the readers and do write back to [email protected] if you have any feedback or if you wish to get in touch.

I am software engineer and my husband is a sales director in a reputed mnc. Before marriage I use to work in pune and I got many proposals from the boys but I turned them off….. I mostly use wear a salwar and rarely jeans. Girls around me says that I have very shinning skin and good body shape, even they use to encourage to make friends with the boys and enjoy the life… I turned them all as I believed that any advances (even a kiss) before marriage is sin.

I was very happy with my marriage and my husband was more closer to what I assumed as dream husband. We had some complications and doctors said we may not become parents unless we go for surrogacy which we could not afford (that was the case 2 years back). Now the case is different….

Initially after marriage we took a 2 bed room house for rent in anderi… I use earn around 40k and my husband use to earn around 75 k…. Similar like all the wife and husbands we also planned a lot regarding savings and about buying our own house some where near pune and to get shifted to pune etc., my husband use to maintain all the financials and I never interfered, I just ask him for pocket money when ever I need…. Like all the homes, there was always crunch and our savings where not going any where.

Somthing that got changed after marriage is my dressing style… My husband use to tell me that when ever he walks in the malls and notices any girls with sleeveless or skits exposing the knees or girls wearing shorts or even when sees any girls in jeans exposing they hip on short tops…. He gets immediate hard on.

He was very happy for getting such a beautiful girl in fabulous shape as his wife…. One thing he was not much happy with me wearing slawar most of the time. Unlike all the newly married couples we roamed around entire mumbai, malls, theatres, beaches and he took me to all sorts of entertainments. He use to show me the girls wearing sexy dresses and said that he use to get jealous on the boys next to those girls before marriage as he did not had girl friends before ( I use to feel pity for him).

I told him that he got me now and he done have to feel jealous any more… Most of the nights after having sex use requests me to go beauty parlour and get the hair straightened, buy some push up bras, buy some 3/4th jeans etc.,…. I was not sure if would wear a 3/4 and walk in public, I use to say that I feel like every one staring on my exposed skin and that makes me uncomfortable… This use discussion use to happen almost every day….

Slowly I started thinking as far as my husband is next to me I have no problem and no one is going to rap me…. More one some one staring would not make me pregnant. One fine day on his birthday I told him that I am ready to wear any thing that make him happy and I told that I will wear it only when he is next to me…. Said that is his birthday present and we had a wonderful sex that night.

Next morning he took a day off and asked me also take day off and said we are going to parlour and for some shopping…. In the parlour they showed many packages, after few discussions we sorted down to a package that was around 1.5 lakh (my husband convinced me a lot and said that is his dream and want to see his dream girl in me and want to have a girl not less than a movie star as his wife)…..

We had the existing savings up to 1.2 lakh and he said he will use his card…. This is what the package covered…. The sessions would go for 7 weeks and we have to pay upfront for all 7 sessions (if we pay separate for each session it will got beyond 3 lakh) it is a combo offer which includes hair cut, hair smoothing, straightening, full body laser removal (arms, under arms, legs), full body thai massage, steam baths, permanent glossy facial (we were told that it should be done every week for 7 sessions similar like laser removal and the glow in face will remain for 2 to 3 years with minimal maintenance once in 6 weeks).

Parlour folks convinced us saying that I have a very good colour and I will be fabulous once all the sessions are completed. They did showed us some photos of the girls who are trying for chances in film industry and who had gone thru similar packages… Going through the photos of girls before and after… My wife was lot more 10 times better and the parlour folks are right.

Immediately after the first session itself which went for about 4 hours.. My husband said there was a lot of change in my appearance…. Should say the hair cut makes a lot difference how you look….

We went for shopping and we brought around 6 pairs of jeans (torn jeans, floral, coloured, low waist)… Brought few t-shirts and tops ( I was picking a sleeved one and my husband was searching for sleeveless)…. After a bit of hesitation I gave up and got reminded myself on the birthday gift on I would wear what ever he picks…. He went on picking some long skits and some till knee…. He even teased me to try a short skirt and I was very shy to walk out of the trial room…..

After seeing my face that I was very comfortable that I am holding the skirt bottom edge to protect from flying by the blowing wind… He laughed and asked me change it….. I told him if he wants to wear that short skirt (it was 10 inches above the knees) I would wear it for him but I might be holding that to make sure it not flying and my panty or bumps are not exposed. Finally he dropped it and brought me couple of shorts in jockey and asked in wear it inside the house.

Our life was going cool and as I continued to go for the parlour sessions….I got lot of attention and feedback from colleagues in the office…. Even some of my team mets said joking to marry them and they will talk to my husband…

In a quick time I was like talk of the town in office and when I wear jeans and tshirt to office….. My god I got many proposals… Some team members joked that they will kill my husband and give life for a window. Even girls gave feedback that I should wear western dress more frequently and that suits me..I started liking the attention that I got in office and slowly becoming comfortable with my dressings…. I use to share everything with my husband…. Now he put another bomb on me saying that he want to try new things in sex and kept begging to suck him which I could not do….The thought itself gives me vomiting feeling.

My husband got promotion as senior sales executive.. Though our salaries got raised, our life also got changed and we always run tight at the month end….. That did not changed any thing from making mumbai jealous and my husband was very happy, sometimes in the malls he wantedly places his hand on my hip and rubs it lifting a bit exposing some portion of hip and my belly button.. While doing that he use to show me some one standing on the corner and watching us and watching my exposed skin (he says he was like that guy in corner feeling jealous before marriage)…

He thanked me and said I love you (it was like from bottom of his heart with a feeling)…. I understood his feeling that he is more happy to be exhibitionist… I got was carried away and asked him to close his eyes, I looked at the guy in the corner to see if he is still seeing us…. He got me seeing him, I saw my husband who still has his eyes closed…. I got courage and kiss my husband on the lips right in centre of a large mall (it was like a quick kiss) My husband could not believe that I kissed in public view.. I told him I will any thing for him and I told I also love you…

Our life was so romantic and I got more and more comfortable in wearing sleeveless tops, push up bras, skirts etc., our life got changed once for all on a trip to goa…. I swam with a bikini too (that was a kind of private beach belonging to 5 start resort and it had 90% foreign guests), slept on the goa beach sand in bikini for more than 1 hour exposing my 90 to 95% skin to the foreigners….. The kind of looks these foreigners were giving, my husband started teasing me that I should behave like I was alone and try to see how of them approach her for a date..

It was a 3 day trip and on the next day I asked my husband if he really wants to tease the foreigner……. After making so many public shows in mumbai malls it become like a regular routine for us to tease public by kissing…. The more daring wost part that happened once was…. We booked for a night show which starts at 10:40 in orbit mall… My husband said it is a romantic hindi movie and I should wear something sexy.

He picked me a dress that has gets back full exposed….. It was very fantastic dress for a candle light dinner kind of….. It is a full length dress comes till the toes… It got a one side cut from above the knees…Me too liked that dress very much but I was not sure if that was appropriate for the movie… He said the theatre is almost empty and 20% seats are filled… As the back was fully exposed you cant wear a bra for that…. It has to go with silicon sticky cups so that the nipples dont get pocked.

As expected we got attention and in dark suddenly my husband pulled the dress from one side exposing by one side breast… I got angry and stared at him.. I told I will walk away if he does it again…

He kept a sorry face like a kid and I was so much disappointed. I told him that it is not my responsibility if I get raped or if some asks me what is the rate and pulled down the dress from both the shoulders. I removed the sticky cups and gave it to him…. Cold air was hitting my breast and I could see he was sweating and nervous…. I smiled at him and asked if he wants me to remove the dress completely. I teased him more asking if he wants me sit fully naked. He said sorry baby please pull up the dress…Luckily no one had seen me…..

That night we laughed a lot and I joked him that I am more daring than him and he is fattu..Back to the goa.. The second day… It turned out like a debate and my husband saying I can do any thing daring even though I slept on beach sand in bikini…. I reminded him how much he was sweating when I exposed my boobs in the theatre… Finally after a little chat and challenge that I will pretend like a prostitute and how much I can earn.

Like the first day I went to swim on a bikini and rested on the sand, no one approached me till noon, we thought to hit the beach in the evening and hut for foreign fools… We came back to the room and I was still in bikini, my husband called in room service and ordered for lunch in the room. He asked me to stay in bikini until the room service guy comes (more over most of the hotel people had seen me in bikini in 2 days and nothing much to shy)…. I gave him a naughty smile.

After about 20 mins there was a calling bell, he gave me signal in he eye to open and he pretend like busy on laptop.. As I moved from bed to open the door, he said darling… Why dont you remove your the bikini top? I asked him if he is serious and he will get sweated again and nervous like theatre incident… He challenged me that I am fattu and I wont find get any customer. He went on saying that I need to act like a prostitute if you want to be one.

I told him shut and went to answer the door with out removing it…. He started to smile like he is winning and I dont want to give up…. I went back to him and told him that he is fattu and I am not the girl who he married 3 years back…

I added saying I am a prostitute today and he is my pimp… I removed both the bikini top and bottom throwed it on his face and said “Lets see if you have the guts to take this” I walked to the door fully naked having a hand on the door nob and looked back at him.. He was very nervous but did not speek a word, his legs were shivering…. I could not believe myself that I was so cool and did not even mind to be naked before other person..More over we dont know if it is 1 guy or more than one guy outside…. I really felt proud that he lost and I am winning.

Just in flash, I garbed a towel hanging near the door, wrapped it around my hip and opened the door. It was only 1 guy from room service, he was around 18 to 19 years and got surprised seeing me like that with a small towel around my hip and round boobs with erect nipples.

I told come in showed him the place to keep the food… He could not take his eyes from the inviting boobs, I acted so natural and some thing like proud feeling inside me….. I sat on the bed and facing room service guys back….

I asked my husband thru eyes pressing my boobs and what he thinks if he agrees that I am more daring and he is a fattu. He twisted his toung and gave a reckless smile… That brought a quick anger in me as seated on the bed I removed the towel, crushed it and kept in covering the pussy. I did not wanted to the room service guy to see it. Seeing my husband reckless I started the conversation with the room services and I told him that I am an elite prostitute based out of mumbai and introduced my husband as my pimp…I told him that I am looking for foreign customers who can pay more………..

He said he can understand he is not surprised seeing me almost naked, he went on saying that generally customers gets the girls and this some what different. My husband added to that and said I am need of money and that’s why she came from mumbai… Room service guy said he check with his senior and manager and come back if there was any request from any of the customer asking for girls.. He himself said the market is very good and she can make 5 lakh for the night and if she lucky and gets a group for gangbang she can earn up to 10 lakhs. Saying that he moved out.

Both mine and my husbands mouth got open big hearing that…. As he went out we both saw each other and had a big lauge on our act like a prostitute and pimp…… Just then I realised the towel had got dropped down and I dont know when… I was worried and asked my husband if the room service guy had seen my pussy. My husband said the towel got dropped on floor when I started the conversation and said I was gave him the full naked show thru out the conversation..He said that he assumed I dropped it intentionally

We both laughed loud and that was fun…. Still the front door was fully open and sitting in the bed naked. I asked my husband to come me and said to leave the door open and we will have some sex…. With all the behaviours till now I though that idea might me interesting with a fear some one might walk in as we have sex… My husband appreciated the idea and came to bed removing all his dress.

I stopped him and said, rules are rules… You be my customer and pay the girl first.

We fucked hard and both myself and my husband giving loud moans… Inside our hearts we are inviting some one come in and see us naked…. All that we did in mumbai was nothing, kissing in public, exposing the slender legs, arms, belly etc….. What we are doing in goa is different (best part is we dont know any one in goa and hotel is filled with foreigners)

After about 15 to 20 mins of fucking in various positions we returned back to sitting position… I wrapped both my legs around my husband and pumping in sitting angle with a full swing and high moans… I was saying my husband that I was actually expecting some one walking in the corridor to peep in and to say sorry..And I was getting disappointed and I really need some audience to build more fire.

My husband said that I got fully transformed to prostitute and he feels like he fucking a prostitute… From deep heart he said “Love you” baby, and said he always dreamed to fuck a prostitute who fucks only for money. He continued adding that he loves me so much and some how we carried this drama of acting as prostitute to so long…. Knowing or unknowing we took it long and he said he wont mind even if she gets fucked by some one…. Entire resort saw her in bikini, room service guy saw me fully naked and we are fucking leaving the door open expecting for audience….

He gave a full approval from his side to be a prostitute and win the challenge… If I wish I can be an actual whore instead of a drama……. He got more aroused as he said that and his hard cock hitting me deep inside me, I was about to answer that I am not interested to get fucked by some one else.. Only he pushed me to the edge which made me act like a slut..

I don’t know if it is a coincidence or bad luck….. Suddenly room service guy entered the room along with a manager and african negro. Both negro and manager were surprised but looks like room service guy assumed that I will still be nude… I am sure he would not have expected me in such a position wrapped my legs around another nude man and having is dick fully inside my pussy.

Manager extended his hand to me for shake and introduced the negro guy as rob and he is looking for girl… Looks like rob has shortlisted few girls for there party and not yet finalised on any and he insisted to see my face before committing… For his delight he had seen me fully naked and not just the face. Rob came forward and to give a shake hand.. I was confused and afraid of this negro guy saw my husband face.. He came close to my ear and said remember you are a prostitute.

I brought a face smile on the face and gave my hand to him for a shake… He came close to the bed saying he liked me and this is kind of the shape he is looking for (my heart started to beet fast and worried if he is going to book me, my husband was able understand and his face was full of smile)…Very casually he kept his hand on shoulder and started rub it… He appreciated that I have a very good gifted skin..He came back to full and I could not see him (my husband cock was still inside my pussy and surprising it had not gone limp even with out any action….. May be all this conversation keeping him hard)

All of a sudden rob brought both his hand and clubbed both my boobs from the back… This was the first time some one else is touching my body and that too my private parts…. On surprise I lifted my head full up to see his face fully…. He again appreciated that I have very nice boobs and he is mad to suck them, I don’t know what to do…. Best thing I could do is to give him face smile which I did. I was confused on the next action, that’s when my husband told…. Please be seated for couple of seconds, we will finish what we were doing and then we can discuss on the terms. (this time he did his part as a perfect pimp)

Rob left back, manager and rob sat on the sofa and room service guy left standing there…. Only two people could sit in that sofa. My husband came to ear and said you got your audience now.. My heart got filled up with passion and we continued our fucking session with full swing again…. This time we were literally shouting and not moaning… We fucked for good 5 mins and some time I was saw these people to see if they were enjoying the act… In fact they did not take even a second to look aside, every time I see them I give them a smile….. Slowly in the flow of fucking by my husband my fake smiles got changed to the real smiles towards the audience and inside my heart I was enjoying this.

I was under big confusion for which I need answer before my husband shots his cum …. Should I fuck the negro guy tonight (he had already had feel on my body and his strong palm on my breast was urging to feel more) or should I quote more around 15 lakhs so that they turn down the offer …. I was really confused …. As my husband fucking me he came to ears and asked very slowly if I want to go with the negro or not and depending on that he will tackle the situation ….. Honestly I was not able to answer that, one part say to try it and other part reminds about the girl I use to be 3 years back…. In this confusion I said yes fuck me fast.. Yes fuck me fast… Yes …. Yes …Yes … My husband took that moans as yes and said lets make some money then and remember this goa trip.

Before I could react and say anything he freed my legs, pushed me to the bed and lying on my back… He pulled his cock outside and came to my mouth, all of a sudden he shot his full load in to my mouth, kissed me closing my mouth….I had no choice and all the cum had already gone deep inside my throat…. Initially I did no like the blow job… After many beggings almost an year back I started giving blow jobs and till now I told he should never shot his cum in my mouth,, though in every blow job he says he wants to cum in my mouth, I had heavily warned him that he will never get any blow job in future if he does.

I knew my situation that I got audience and I wont shout at him, taking this advantage he satisfied his wish of filling my mouth…. As he moved away from me, I asked if he is fully satisfied by the loading my mouth with his cum…. He turned around and gave a victory smile for which he was begging so long……I said that filling my mouth is charged extra and he has to pay back for that with. I never tasted the cum before with some unknown fear… It was not so bad…. Few drop were rolling on my jaws…. I rubbed my fingers and sucked fingers….

My husband so happy on seeing sucking the finger taking his cum on jaws…… He said, sure he will pay it back.

[sly-punk1712]

Raising Clint Barton

PART 1

PART 2

Clint liked to call 25 to 28 “Why did no one tell me I was an asshole?” Phil reminded him that people told him this daily and he was just too stupid at the time to realize it.

SHIELD started out fine just like Spenser had promised. They fed him, no one beat him, there was lots of work for him to do. Some fun like field work, others less enticing like teaching baby agents how to use firearms. The work wasn’t all that different from freelancing to be honest but it reminded him of his army days and that was nice too. The real trouble with this new work was all Coulson. Firstly Clint’s nightly walkabout had left him stunned by the man with no soul light. Most of Clint’s nights were spent watching him in hopes of seeing a light. Not gray. Not Black. No color at all. A perfectly pale boring human being. So all of Clint’s resting moments were spent hidden in perches for to ensure maximum sleep and obsessing over one Phil Coulson. He had been drawn to him before but it was nearly intolerable this mystery. 

The other problem with SHIELD is that he was not working with Coulson. He had done his first few ops with a different handler every time. Clint had assumed he was going to missions he was needed for. He had assumed he was being tested by the agency. He had assumed they were trying to make sure he didn’t lure them into a sense of security and then murder everyone on the op. He now knows what they say about assuming.  

“I don’t understand, So I don’t get Coulson? I specifically asked for Coulson” Clint said to Fury somewhat calmly. He was in a board meeting with the Agent from his last op something James, Director Fury, Agent Ass kisser Hill and Coulson himself. “Didn’t that AIM raid get me any favors?” He said crossing his arms over his chest. 

“Barton those were gifts to ensure we didn’t kill you” Hill said slowly like Clint was an idiot. That’s one of the real reasons he doesn’t care for Maria she treats Clint like he’s stupid. He’s not. “Those weren’t a favor to us they were a barging chip for you”

“So you want more gifts? How many camels for Coulson?” Clint smirked. The handler didn’t even flush as James spluttered and Fury’s eyes twitched. “I’m not sure how this works I’ve never worked like this before. I come in on my own accord. I spare Spenser. I give you presents. I offer my considerable talents and even tolerate being forced to teach Baby agents and the only thing I ask for is shot down?” Clint said he wasn’t going to mention it but the more they talked the more irritated he got.

“We’re not the FBI” Fury says finally. “Our assets don’t get to make demands. You’ll get Coulson when Coulson wants you.” And the meeting was adjourned. They filed out leaving Clint stunned and irritated.  His eyes track Coulson to the door where the agent pauses. 

“I’m not trying to be mean Barton. I just want be sure we’re both ready. We’re gonna be a good team. I’ve never felt like this.” He pauses for a moment. “I need you to prove that all the trouble we’ll cause is gonna be worth it. Because I have no doubt we’ll cause trouble” He gives Clint the first smile Clint’s seen. Clint nods slowly thinking he understands. Hard work earns rewards. Work hard and then he’ll get his way. 

“Two years. Agent. Two years as our best and then will you belong to me” and he leaves Clint motionless in an office chair and as turned on as he’s ever been. 

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So Clint works hard. Does his best to not night stalk Coulson, who doesn’t sleep nearly enough and tries to establish himself with himself. He’s laying in a SHIELD issued bunk one night when he realizes that maybe SHIELD isn’t after freelance assassin Hawkeye. Eliot gave him the card so he could retire from the assassin line of work. So Clint starts bringing his presents to Fury alive. He brings in evil operatives missing a few select teeth. He fastens moles to Fury’s ceiling fan. He mails flash drive after flash drive with evil plans to the man’s office and proves to be the best operative they have.

Sometimes Clint feels like a cat leaving presents at his owners feet and Fury has told him more than once he’s bribing the wrong agent. But Clint know’s that Coulson does want him and he’s bribing exactly the right agent. It’s not like Coulson doesn’t know. Everyone talks at SHIELD, and  if they didn’t Clint likes to mail him postcards with camels on them from country he visits on James’ Strike Team. He’s been there a year and hasn’t told anyone about his walkabouts. He thinks he might tell soul less Coulson sometimes but always chickens out when face to face with the man. and Clint has a sneaking suspicion Coulson already knows. 

All his hard work goes to shit when he’s on a mission in Budapest napping in a perch above command. The girl they’re here to kill has no name anyone knows. The file is just labeled Black Widow and has her picture. They’re not even here to find her. The FBI had plans to take her out of the picture and SHIELD was just here to make sure it went smoothly. No contact no trouble. Clint hadn’t even intended to fall asleep. He was just sunning on the roof testing the range of his new scopes by sneaking peeks at people across the City. And then he was asleep watching the city in an all new manor. 

The soul lights shinned brightly from the streets. Mostly Muted grays and lightly dark but the sheer number. The light rose a good 15 feet off the ground. So many lights. and then the light that changes things. A forest green ball so tight the person must be dying. The green is trees thru fog. Branches wet and heavy with morning dew. Clint’s soul walks closer to the light and fuck if it isn’t her. 

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Clint has gently injures the FBI agents surrounding her and moves her. He steels a doctor. Then he steals a house. He nervously crushes his ear piece and thinks off how Coulson will react when he hears the news. Clint debated tying her to the bed. It probably wouldn’t matter, the part of her file he bothered to read said she was good. Better than he had been. He does, however, take the knives off her. Then sits in a corner and closes his eyes to watch her green light slowly refill her body. She will be fine soon. and Hopefully he will too, provided she doesn’t kill him. and SHIELD doesn’t kill them both. 

He gently thumbs the worn card Eliot had given him with Coulson’s number on it. Tan Eliot. and Green Girl. She wakes up like she was never stabbed and drugged. She sits and her eyes match her soul, Clint thinks. She looks at everything before narrowing her eyes at him. 

“You interfered with my contract” She says eventually. “Who are you?” 

And It’s Clint’s only chance to get this right. Sure Eliot could have killed him but at least he and Clint were more evenly matched. This girl could leave him for dead in the blink of an eye and no one would look for him. Coulson would never know what happened. So he tells her what he was doing here in Budapest. His job to ensure she died. He tells her about SHIELD and how he came to work for them. He mentions his life as Hawkeye and sees her familiarity at the name. He tells about Coulson and the way he, a former killer, like her is treated at SHIELD. Tells her what life could be for her at SHIELD. He talks for a long time. 

“So why didn’t you let them kill me?” She asked finally after a long time, Clint is sure he looks confused. He told her about the walkabouts and about Eliot. How colored souls meant something. maybe he forgot to say he saw hers?

“I fell asleep” He says a little stupidly. “And I saw you”

“On your soul walk?” She seems confused too. “But How’d you see me?” She stresses. Clint shrugs and waves his hand a little desperately. 

“Your soul it’s green, it stood out”

“I have a soul?” 

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She and Clint spend the next few days together. She says she’s called Natalia. She tell’s Clint everything she can remember about herself and asks if he still thinks she’s worth it. He does. The time the spend is some of the easiest time Clint’s ever spent around a person and before they leave he already loves her. They talk about what they want to tell SHIELD and how she wants to proceed. If she had asked Clint might have left SHIELD and Coulson but his heart aches at the idea. He is very glad she wants in on his set up.  She asks about Coulson and how they should give themselves up.

“They’re not like people you’ve ever worked for they don’t want to be bribed. They don’t want bodies and proof you’re bad-ass. They already know. I think we should just call Phil and hope for the best.” He said finally. That’s what they had been trying to teach him. That’s what Eliot had been saying that day. Everyone was important not just people Clint thought were. Better to pretend he believed that and hope Natalia would too. 

So they call on speaker even tho Natalia could probably hear it either way. 

“Coulson” He sounds haggard and Clint guiltily hopes he’s been sleeping. 

“So I’m probably going to need help filling out a mission report” He blurts unsure of how to break the ice. There is a silence and Natalia raises an eyebrow at him. She knows he’s nervous and now she can see he’s embarrassed that’s not what they planned to say at all. 

“What you can’t make, I disobeyed orders, sabotaged a federal sting, assaulted federal officers, evaded the law and revived a known assassin less than 1500 words?” Natalia's other eyebrow raises.

“He was right about you being funny.” She says coolly. There is another pause and she’s sure he’s stunned. “If you’d like we want to explain ourselves. I’d like to come in with SHIELD” She adds. Clint knows Coulson is thinking, weighing the trouble Clint has caused against the good he has done in the past year. Debating the merits of pissing of the FBI and having the Black Widow as there own asset. 

“You can start tomorrow” 

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