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just spent 6 hrs memorising the basic anatomy of the ribs - SO WHICH RIBS DID JON REMOVE?? [tw anatomy]
so some facts that we know; we know he's alive because of Beholding powers, right? and also that the ribs were "something [he] won't miss" and that the second rib was a "weird one".
there are two possible interpretations of this last fact; it was covered in eyes, it was a different type of rib to the last one, or both.
PART ONE: "the weird one"
let's take this second fact to be true. this means that jon removed two separate types of ribs!!
Quick run-through - There are 12 ribs, and they're all attached to individual parts of the spinal cord. Ribs can be categorised into:
typical/atypical
true/false
bonus: 'floating' (11 & 12 only).
Naturally, it's possible that Jared got one each from either the typical/atypical or true/false categories above, but I think his specific mention of a 'weird one' that he isn't sure that he likes implies it's a floating rib.
Floating ribs are weird. They're not attached to the sternum (big bone at the front) or the costal margin (which connects ribs 7-10 at the front). They're also smaller - by quite a bit! And they would probably classify as 'non-essential' by Jon standards, for ribs. So that's one of them!
Now, which of the 4 floating ribs do I think it is? The thing about the ribs is that they have a few purposes. Like protecting other organs.
The bottom left ribs protect the liver (very very important organ!! basically all the nutrients you ingest go here! it also has like, 500 other jobs - not an exaggeration btw), and the bottom right ribs protect the spleen. Except that usually, the bones that protect the spleen, a very soft organ, are ribs 9-11.
So anyway one of the ribs is definitely rib 12 on the left.
What about the other one?
PART TWO: "something [he] won't miss"
Well, it's not ribs 11-12. It's something different.
SO, a break-down of which ribs he 'might not miss'. I can't lie, pretty much all of them are important. They all protect nerves and blood vessels & attach to at least something. Rib 12 on the left is maybe the only 'unimportant' one I could think of, and even then it helps to protect the subcostal nerve.
Ribs 1-2 are pretty important. It's almost definitely not those two. Likewise, 3-6 are important as attachments for the upper limb muscles, and also for protecting the heart. Rib 7 is kinda needed as an attachment for the rest of the costal margin as well, so the only options are 8-10, really.
But here's an interesting thing about the lungs!! Between the lungs & the diaphragm (& hence the liver, which lies right below the diaphragm), is a gap of about 2 ribs wide. It's called the costodiaphragmatic recess, and it's for your lungs to expand into when you breathe in (and they fill with air).
Depending on how far along the rib you are, it lies between ribs 8-10, ribs 6-8, or ribs 10-12. Which makes it roughly between 8-10. Now, remember that ribs 9-11 protect the spleen on the left, so we're staying away from those.
But rib 8? Rib 8 should be safe. What about right or left? Could be either. But in the interest of balance, I think that rib 8 on the right is my headcanon for Bone That Sat In Jon's Drawer.
It also has the advantage of being a 'typical' rib [ribs 3-9], so for those familiar with anatomy, it looks like a standard rib (but it will still be unrecognisable to those unfamiliar, such as ep 140 Basira).
Mystery solved :D
thanks for reading my tedtalk <3 here are some useful diagrams
#the flesh#tma#the magnus archives#might update later once i'm done with the rest of the thorax#jonathan sims#jared hopworth#tma headcanons#tma spoilers#tw anatomy#look im a baby anatomy student#please please let me know if something is wrong#bc 1) it's interesting 2) you will probably help me pass my exams#i'll almost certainly redo this when i know more anatomy#but for now you get anatomy braindump#surprise it's not a mikecrew post#mag 131#magpod#jon sims#have slightly edited the formatting#tma research
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aaa, just came across your and avis’ AU today and i just want to say its so AMAZING 🥹🥹!!! Would love to see more of Wasp and Mark from you guys 💓
Oh my goodness, thank you so much!! (♡°▽°♡) @avisisisis has such incredible ideas that rlly brought it to life when we kept chatting about it! I def gonna draw more of these two, because oh my goodness I love thinking about them! Working on a rlly quick comic to explore an idea, (just one page rlly) so here's a sneak peak! :D
Bonus fun fact for ya, I will always always always draw Wasp with two downward curls on his left side, while Mark always has a one curl on his left.
#also i hope its ok im tagging u btw!! u rlly lead to this au becoming full of life and depth and dynamics so i wanted to credit ya :)))#this is like a one page quick idea i needed out of system + while experimenting with a diff style of comic formatting than im used to#which is the vertial and more float-y paneling since it seems sm easier#Mark and Wasp have one civil conversation without wanting to maul each other (fail)#get redeemed loser au#invincible rotating in my mind#the brainrotsreal's art tag ✧˖°:*♡#the first panel is getting on my damn nerve i need to edit it istg the porportions are slightly off#asks
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藤原樹 | Fujiwara Itsuki
#藤原樹#fujiwara itsuki#itsuki fujiwara#the rampage from exile tribe#the rampage#exile tribe#jpop#jpop edits#jpopedit#jpop gifs#an only slightly late#happy birthday itsuki#(his birthday was the 20th whoops)#tw flashing gif#flashing#flashing gif#thistale gifs#rmpg2023 birthdays#oh god i have to figure out a format for next year
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Quahaug Concept Art
Quahaug's concept/reference art! Translation notes and image id under the cut.
Translation notes:
"OP sort of powerset" was literally translated as something like "cheat-like." I feel like OP is the more common English term for that sort of thing, so that's what I used, but some of the meaning was probably lost there.
"Older-tween-ish" was specifically a reference to a particular middle school year for children who are about 12-13 years old. Since grades and names of grades vary a lot from country to country, I just went with "older tween."
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[Image id: Several images displaying different parts of 2 pages of the Triangle Strategy artbook, with both the original Japanese as well as versions with English translations. There are several disclaimers noting that the translator doesn't speak Japanese, and that there are likely many mistakes.
On one page, there is a large colored version of Quahaug's canon portrait, along with a smaller, uncolored version. There is an illustrator's note at the bottom that translates to read, "'Manipulating time' is an OP sort of powerset, so though he looks like a child, I aimed to create a look for him that conveyed a sense of unknowable power. (Tatsuaki Urushibara)".
On the second page, there are many drawings of Quahaug, including a closer bust-up portrait in which he's compared to Lyla, with an arrow and label reading, "Mother." There's also several notes that explain the construction of his costume. The costume is labeled as a Greek "phelonion" (a priest's outfit with no real sleeves, just draping fabric). There is a small drawing of this version, with an arrow leading to another drawing that does have sleeves, with the note, "If you can't
display this in pixels, use this one." There are several notes that explain how this draping cloth should be considered his everyday clothes, while the ceremonial decoration that goes around his neck is placed over it. There is a close up of the ceremonial dressing's fastenings underneath the metal decoration. Some more notes highlight details on his staff, emphasizing the hourglass on top and the small wheel to the side that can be turned to flip the hourglass. A larger piece of text underneath one fullbody drawing reads, "Character Who Manipulates Time."
On the second half of the second page, there are drawings of some beta designs for Quahaug. He looks much more punk-ish. On one bust-up portrait, there are the captions, "The burden of the time demon caused some of his hair to go gray…." and "All-natural highlighted tips." On the same portrait, he is snapping his fingers, and there's a note that reads, "Manipulating time is as easy as snapping your fingers. You just have to want it or whatever." A speech bubble near his head reads, "I don't think of Anna as a mother." A caption pointing to some green markings on his arm reads, "Demonic time seal on body." In a fullbody drawing of his beta design (which is made up mostly of chains that barely cover him as well as a long roughed-up cloak, there is the note, "Almost naked cloak."
At the bottom of the second page, there is another note that reads, "Initially when we hadn't quite figured out the setting, we had an idea for a more older-tween-ish character as displayed here, but after discussing it with the producers and Mr. Ikushima, we went with his current form. As a boy who manipulates time, I placed an hourglass at the tip of his staff, and his face resembles that of his mother, Lyla. (Tatsuaki Irushibara)". /end id]
#triangle strategy#quahaug#lyla viscraft#triangle strategy artbook#ts artbook character ref sheets#at long last. emo quahuag#despite the WTF factor I really love the page. HE'S SO LITTLE. SO SO LITTLE. like in his canon portrait he could arguably be like 14-15#but in those drawings on the second page he is indisputably a baby. look at that little face. HE'S SO CUTE#and that note about Anna really cracks me up. can't believe we missed out on having Anna try to wrestle with an angsty 12-year-old#also! trying out a slightly different format from last time! I will at some point probably throw up another poll about it#as always feel free to leave a comment/tag/anything else with feedback if you have any#at some point in the distant future I will probably go through and try to make all of the translation posts more consistent#but I probably won't go back and do that sort of thing until I get all of them done#oh and also also! as a note I actually messed up my order a bit; I meant to do lyla's first before this one#but she and the other saints will be up next#edit: one of the images had an old version of a translation (used 'something' instead of 'whatever' in the note about snapping fingers)#just reuploaded it
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Poll adventure (paventure? lol) Day 3: read the small story tidbit below the poll for more details, OR just vote based on initial impression
(✦ see past poll results + further information HERE (link) ✦)
The winning option of yesterday's poll was that the adventurer should throw a coin into the mysterious well ….
"After nearly ten minutes rummaging through the disorganization at the bottom of his backpack, he finally approaches the well once again, meager coin pouch in hand. He meticulously balances a little golden coin on the tip of his thumb, positioning it just so for an elegant coin flip… With a flick of his hand, the coin wobbles off, anticlimactically dropping into the darkness.. He pouts, leaning in to listen for a plonk as the coin hits the water but… nothing…. silence..
A few minutes pass and he shrugs, moving to pick up his bag and just continue his journey elsewhere, when suddenly a faint noise echoes from the well.. an almost cartoonish plopping sound, like wet feet slapping against stone..? The pitter patter grows closer and closer…then stops abruptly. The adventurer cautiously slinks over to the well, only to find.. a creature of some sort, clinging to the walls, staring up at him blankly. - What should he do next?"
#paventure posting#polls#choose your own adventure#(I saw a few people tag these as that and I guess it makes sense. hmm)#DAY 3!!! vote to choose this little man's fate#Sad that people did not want to go into the well.. :( Maybe we can still go in depending on how things go with#The Creachure. I mean I know I could just make whatever happen anyway since I'm the one doing it but. It has to feel natural lol#it would be obviously just me doing what I want if I was like 'oh uh we went to throw the coin in the well but he tripped and#fell and then somehow didnt die and whoops he's in the well anyway!!'' lol#I care more about things being realistic and natural than following whatever ideas seem interesting. If it was voted for him to explode#into a million pieces sadly I would simply have to explode him. audience says#let me know if the formatting of this is weird?? also? I wasn't sure where to put the slightly longer bit of text#so I kept it under a reas more just to the post looks neater. I thought it'd seem weird with a bunch of text blocks sandwiching the poll#and too much going on. But I also feel like it's organizationally weird if all the details are at the end? eh..#bt then at least it's optional. not everyone will want to read more. And it's not like.. amazing text lol#I'm slapping them out off of the top of my head with minimal editing because I have to get it done and I know if I make it too complicated#or become concerned with like things being Perfectly Revised then I will absolutely not be able to do it once a day#Same with the obvious sketchy ms paint art lol. But so like. I dont feel as bad about kind of having the text be options#*optional since it's not like 'omg this is so good u have to read this' it's like.. eh.. passable amount of detail ghbj#ANYWAY. and 'paventure' (poll + adventure) is just temporary so I have a way to tag this on the blog/keep up with the posts#in a organized way. I think 'padventure' is more obvious but that's already the name of other things and I didnt want the tags to be#confusing or like.. post in some random tag that people already use for something else#but the only thing I found when googling 'paventure' is like. .some venture capital business from PA. and who cares about that lol#explanation probably not needed but I think it sounds a bit silly so I'm justifying myself to myself lol#ANYWAY. lov his silly hat. I want to draw him more. I want to name him. I COULD DO A POLL TO CHOOSE A NAME#but that wouldn't fit in with any of the days lol. maybe if I make it a week actually doing it or something at the end of the week#I could do a bonus poll or something. ??? idk.. ANYWAY.. new day!
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Part of the construction of the state's territory took the form of defining the legitimate use of violence - this is the key to Weber's famous definition of the state as involving a monopoly over the means of violence. To do this, the distinction between the ‘legitimate’ use of force by the state and ‘illegitimate’ use of force by non-state actors had to be made coherent and acceptable to the members of states. During its early history, the state exercised violence alongside and often in conjunction with a range of ‘non-state’ or ‘semi-state’ organizations. (These terms are misleading because ‘state’ itself had not been fully developed, but for the sake of the argument we will leave that issue aside.)
Piracy and banditry, for example, were once entirely legitimate practices within the state system, bringing, as they did, revenue to both the sovereign and private investors and weakening enemies by attacking their ships. Piracy on the seas was conducted with the full cooperation and support of cities and states, while banditry, as a form of terrestrial piracy, was conducted with the continual aid of lords. International agreements now have it that piracy, as an act of violence divorced from the authority of any state, is a crime. To reach this state of affairs required a campaign against piracy which relied on a change in the state's attitude from one in which non-state violence was an exploitable resource to one in which it was a practice to be eliminated. The catalyst appears to have been a clash of British interests in the 18th century, when the British East India Company began demanding British Royal Navy protection against British pirates who were operating in collusion with British colonists to plunder British commerce in the East. When the Navy was sent to patrol the Eastern waters, the pirates moved to the Bahamas. Suppressing it in American waters in turn pushed the pirates back to Madagascar. Since other states and companies connected with other states found themselves in the same situation, a broader and lasting solution to the problem was sought, and an agreement was reached among the European powers that each state was responsible for controlling piracy in its own waters. But this required that states distance themselves from piratical acts.
“No clear norm could develop, much less be universalized, until the state system produced a clear definition of what constituted piracy. And this was impossible so long as states continued to regard individual violence as an exploitable resource. Simply put, piracy could not be expunged until it was defined, and it could not be defined until it was distinguished from state-sponsored or -sanctioned individual violence.” (Thomson, 1994: 117-18)
Distinguishing it from state-sponsored or state-sanctioned violence required that states be defined as the sole legitimate organization in the exercise of violence, a process that only occurred towards the end of the 18th century. By challenging the state's claim to a monopoly of the means of violence within a particular territory, piracy and banditry threatened the state system as a whole. Crucially, the delegitimization of piracy relied on pirates being defined as stateless persons - persons, that is, for whose actions no state could be held responsible.
Similarly, the word ‘bandit’ derives from the Italian bandire, meaning ‘to exile or banish’, and thus contains the notion of frontier or border within its very meaning. A bandit is by definition one who exists on the physical borders of the state as well as at the edge of law. In struggling against banditry, states were thus involved in a struggle over the frontiers of territory as well as the exercise of violence.
“Bandits contributed to the demarcation of territorial states and were partly responsible for the consolidation of state power [through] the ‘border effect’. Boundaries took on concrete form in space through the interactions between border guards and bandits who seized upon the jurisdictional ambiguity of these liminal zones as cover for their depredations.” (Gallant, 1999: 40)
It is because the bandit throws down a challenge to law, state violence and the territorial imaginary that the state sees in the bandit not just a criminal but a political opponent and, conversely, why many bandits become ‘primitive rebels’ (Hobsbawm, 1969; 1971). The bandit, like the pirate, was slowly but surely ‘banned’ from the kind of political order emerging under the state
From Off the Map: On Violence and Cartography by Mark Neocleous (2003)
This article is really interesting! It’s about the history of the state as a organisational unit for sovereign power, which according to this author emerged around the same time as secularisation and Enlightenment/rationality became a dominant mode of state politics.
A frustrating thing with papers like these, which have a very particular scope (in this case, a historical tracing of the concept of the state), its method implicitly “justifies” excluding discussions of, for example, capitalism/colonialism, which I think are pretty integral to understanding the emergence of the state as a modern object - Neocleous defines state sovereignty as being the highest form of property rights over a territorial container, and he even name-drops Locke when discussing the concept of property, but there’s no engagement with the historical context around which modern property rights emerged (ie, capitalism/colonialism). He doesn’t bring up slavery once! Which I think is particularly egregious given how centrally he places violence as both a foundational act of and continual process for states to exist - he brings up how the word ‘frontier’ was spatialized as a result of states evolving from fuzzy domains over which kings and lords ruled to exclusive non-overlapping territories ruled by ‘the state’ itself, but frontier wasn’t just spatialized, it also took on inherently colonial meaning, defining land as being “on the edge” of state rule, an undrawn periphery that was still in need of a border.
Anyway I think this paper is really good, and it provides a lot of valuable information about how “The State” has become the dominant mode of political organisation, it just needs to be read in combination with decolonial and marxist scholarship that attends to the imperial and capitalist elements of the modern state
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watching the last 10 eps of mlc with the novel still rattling around in your head is truly just an extended experience in alternating between *chinhands* and (overwhelmingly) *head in hands*
#on the one hand i finally have context for various posts#on the other hand it is truly just. *gesturing wildly* why was this necessary. like i get diff formats etc etc but also. Why#legit hats off to cheng yi's portrayal he is the main thing selling it to me here but also..#surely there has to have been some less 狗血 way to spice it up for screen????#anyway congrats to sgd's wholeass existence and plotline for singlehandedly winning the Changes I Really Don't Care For At All list#with the fun secondary effect (probably) of pushing lxy's portrayal into legit 傲慢 territory in service of that narrative like#i desperately need a slower reread but novel!lxy never to my recall does the whole 没有李相夷不行 thing but welp#here we are and. once again with feeling. why#(necessary clarification that i don't dislike the drama per se it's probably better treated fairly as its own thing but also#every now and then you see the bones of the novel poking through – albeit rendered slightly hypocritical in the sense that drama!llh is#very much not zen and understandably so given this backstory edition – and thus the copious head in hands-ing)#*strums guitar while yelling into the void.mp3*#ramble tag#mysterious lotus casebook#edit to add: DISSONANT the damn word i wanted was dissonant
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I fucking love Heralds of Rhimn.
#we got past the editing and are now in the moony adorational phase where we format story in Scribus & Sigil for the first time#fucking gorgeous gonna eat it#also we're yelling because we're learning some tricks to ahh render the story more gracefully into PDF shape#and i cannot BELIEVE how much we underrated the usefulness of hyphenation#not so useful in EPUBs that readjust themselves but remembering this basic tool = game changer for PDF#good gods i think we're going to have to do the silly thing and fiddle w/ the previous books slightly more#always learning new things!#by the time we are done with this series we will ideally have enough experience to never have to redo things so much again!
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I got curious how active my tumblr followers are so I started clicking on blogs to see if they’re still active and the amount of people at the bottom of my list that it’s been two years made me have a crisis
Where did the time goooo
#personal#I have more followers on tumblr but am slightly more popular on twitter and I think I know why now#Half my followers here are probs dead and tbh 98% of people didn’t even interact with my stuff in the first place but still#my life is gonna flash before my eyes#I NEED MORE YEARS WITH MY PRINCESS KI#HUGS MY KI PLUSHIE CLOSE#I always imagine this is the case for everything#YouTubers ect ect but ITS LIKE LIFE FLASHING BEFORE EYES#also me when I stare at my user subs on ao3 like#EVERYONE SHY I don’t see any of these 90 people not even in kudos lol but like half are probs inactive#maybe? I feel maybe less so as you get an email for every fic subbing to the user#unless they were using an email they didn’t care about lol#I like tumblr moreee so it’s always been a huge bummmmer twitter has more active people#I LIKE TO TALK IN THE TAGS ABOUT MY BABEY#I could buy premium? Actually I did once cuz I wanted to edit a post like BUT the format doesn’t work as welll wahhhhhh
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➖ Mature content, 18+ ➖ check the trigger tags each time ➖
Chapter 29 - Old Messages, pt. 5.
Episode 1.
Andy: After about 5 minutes when Andy is starting to get very worried, nervous and impatient, he finally sees the front door getting opened, and Congo coming out.
He paces down the road towards Andy, signalling for Andy to start walking, and as they are finally out of sight from the house, he signals Andy to cross over the road and in between the part of the forest leading towards the little hut they've shared as a hideout before. They don't speak and don't even look at each other as they fast paces through the forest, and the closer they get to the hut, the more Andy's heart starts pacing in his chest, afraid of what will happen?
Did Congo bring him there to "break up"?
As they stand outside the hut, and Congo searches for the key, it's easy to see his hands are shaking, so naturally Andy gets even more nervous, and before he can get to hold them back, tears starts streaming down his cheeks, and a soft sobbing crawls out of his throat.
Congo: He frowned a bit worried at Andy, then opened the door and pushed Andy gently through the open doorway, closing and locking the door almost silently, then turned and looked at Andy with soft concerned eyes
Come here…
He grabbed Andy and dragged him towards his chest, hugging him tightly Why are you crying?
Andy: He sobbed loudly I know what's coming… tell me it's over… just spit it out… I can't take it any more, so just tell me straight up and let's get it over with.
He sniffled his nose a few times, then took two steps backwards, looked at Congo with flickering eyes, and started hyperventilating, bending his upper body forwards a bit, leaning his hands on his knees, panting for air as the panic attack started rolling in
Congo: He quickly stepped forwards Andy, please try to calm down, I didn't bring you here to break up with you…
I brought you here so we were hidden… Andy ple…
He didn't get to say more before Andy's eyes rolled till the back of his head, and his limp body fell towards the floor, but Congo luckily caught him in his arms, helping him to stand on his feet
Andy?
He spoke in an ultra soft and warm voice, gently padding Andy's cheek
Andy? It's okay… open your eyes, please…
Andy: Slowly opened his eyes, blinking a few times and looked at Congo with tears in his eyes It's over, right?
Congo: He shook his head softly
No… it's not over… I can't end this… not even if I wanted to… Andy… you are the one…
I know I might not be your one, and I'm okay with that, but you are my one…
As crazy as you come, and as wrong for me as you might be… you are the one.
Andy: He looked at Congo with flickering eyes, gaining back his stand on the ground, then pressed himself against Congo tightly, wrapping his arms around Congo's neck, kissing him passionately and rough, crying in Congo's mouth as their tongues starts twirling around each other
Congo: Moaned deeply, then softly pushed Andy away
Wait a bit… let's turn on some light, I can barely see you in here… I want to be able to see you.
*He smiled softly and gently ran a hand through Andy's mohawk, then disappeared somewhere in the darkness, starting to light a few candles here and there, and as he was done he shook a bag he threw on the floor as they walked in.
I brought a few snacks and water bottles… well, my dad packed it… he knows you are here…. he knows we went here… and he wont tell anyone.
He will entertain Marius till we get back.
But let's not stay more than 3 hours maximum, I told I was going for some work in the city down the mountain…
it only takes about 15 minutes walk there, and 15 back… so 2.5 hours work… I'm sorry, but right now while I'm up here, I can't do it better than that, alright?
Melina isn't here any longer, she left to go take care of M, and I don't feel like just dropping my dad on Marius all the time, okay?
I want him as less affected by this as possible… well both of them for that matter.
*He walked up to Andy again, planting his hands softly on Andy's cheeks*
Don't faint on me again, although I'm glad I can have that effect on you as well… he smiled softly and kissed Andy's nose tip I'm not breaking up with you… I'm going to stay in this as long as I possibly can without risking anyone's life, alright?
He softly kissed Andy's lips, then grunted softly as he pushed his body against Andy's
I love you so much Andy… you are everything to me.
Andy: He chuckled happily as tears started streaming down his cheeks
I love you too! More than I can describe!
And I can't tell you how happy you just made me!
I was so scared all day that you had already ended things, and there were no chance for me to convince you otherwise…
I just…. I just can't stand the thought of losing you already! It would break my heart!
Congo: Looked at Andy with flickering eyes I never wanted to break your heart, in fact I'll do about anything to keep it together!
I wish you were mine… mine alone… but if this is all I can get, I'll gladly take it… you make me feel complete…
I'm so in love with you Andy, I have never been this deeply in love before…
Andy: Sniffled his nose really?
Congo: As he nodded, tears started streaming down his cheeks Yes, really…
Andy: He grabbed Congo tight, kissing him greedy, somewhat chuckling and sniffed his nose once in a while, but as the kisses heated up, his sniffling and chuckling turned into moaning and panting
Congo: His hands greedily searched Andy's body, making Andy gasp as he reached sensitive spots, dragging Andy's tshirt over his head, throwing it on the floor, as he eagerly unbuttoned his own shirt, moaning softly as Andy's hands fluttered over his naked belly, unhooking his belt
Andy… he moaned slow down please…
He stepped back a bit, observing Andy, feeling his own pants getting really tight around his hard groin so he bit his lip and groaned deeply Fuck it!
He was grinning wide as he saw Andy's boner standing tall
Oh god!!… you are just fucking perfect! Arent you?!
He grunted and grabbed Andy's jaw rather violently, shoving his tongue into Andy's mouth as he unbuttoned his own pants, feeling his dick twitch every time Andy moaned, feeling butterflies in his stomach, and for the first time in 32 years, he noticds he's actually rather nervous… so he shook his head a bit and chuckled
Andy: He pulled a bit away and looked questioning at Congo What?
Congo: Shook his head softly Never mind…
He smiled cheekily, then grabbed Andy and lifted him up, wrapping Andy's legs around his own waist, moaning as he felt his dick against Andy's buttcheeks and Andy's dick against his own stomach.
He walked to the bed a few meters away, and while still kissing Andy passionately, he slowly laid him down on the bed, but as Andy somewhat squealed, he quickly pulled a bit away and observed Andy a bit worried
Is anything wrong sweetheart?
Andy: Shook his head softly, then blushed bright red, suddenly closing is legs and cupped his dick with his hand
It's just… I'm suddenly… no… it's embarrassing, I'm just being silly… let's continue…
Congo: He smiled softly and laid down next to Andy, caressing his chest gently
Andy… I feel the same way… it's suddenly like it's first time all over again… right?
Andy: He smiled softly You feel it too?
Congo: Nodded softly Yes, I do..
Andy: He smiled bright and blushed again How can that even be?
We already had sex together… and we both haven't been virgins in years… even if I'm new at the whole gay thing…
Congo: Smiled warmly Because this time there's feelings involved.
The other two times I couldn't let go of control… especially the time… you know who was there… I was afraid I would spit out the words… I love you…
He softly started caressing Andy's arm We will just take it nice and easy, alright?… and if we at any time want to increase speed, we will… we will just do what comes natural, okay?
Starting out gentle, enjoying each other fully… there's no rush….
Andy: Frowned a bit But you have to get back in two hours...
Congo: He shook his head softly I changed my mind… I am right where I need to be… life is short… and right now, there's no place I would rather be, than here with you…
Andy: He sniffled his nose and chuckled softly as tears starts running down his cheeks
Just hold me for a while… please… this last year has been horrible… I have been so scared!
Please just hold me tight!
As Congo wrapped his arms around him, he started softly sobbing, turning to his side, and hid his face at Congo's chest, digging his fingers into his skin
Congo: He sighed softly I know Andy… I wish I could have pulled you away from it all… but you have trouble listening to me sometimes.
I wish I could kiss you and make it all go away… I wish I was the one who had kissed you up here at my dads place that night, so I would have been your first, instead of A, then hopefully things would have looked a lot different today, and we wouldn't have had to hide like this.
He kissed Andy's hair gently and pulled him even closer, pressing their bodies together as tight as possible, softly caressing Andy's back
Just try to relax… you are here with me, right now, and nothing bad will happen within these walls... it's just you and I…
Andy: He nodded softly and sniffled his nose I'm so sorry that I didn't fall for you first, everything would be so much easier…
Congo: That's life Andy, it isn't always as simple… let us just be happy about whatever amount of time we will get together, and when I get back to the city, it will get easier to see each other than it is here… try to just relax now….
Andy: Sniffled his nose I wish you didn't have to leave tonight, that you could just sleep here with me…
Congo: He stayed quiet a bit Andy… what about A?… he will track you, sooner or later…
Andy: Nodded softly I know, I only said I would wish… sighs softly
I know I have to be realistic… lets just try to enjoy the night… I love you.
Congo: Smiled softly at Andy I love you too.
Andy: Smiled softly I think I'm ready… but let's go slow, at least in the beginning, I'm still very nervous..
Congo: He nodded softly and rolled over, to half lay on Andy You set the pace, okay?
Andy: He nodded a bit shyly and blushed again
Congo: Smiled softly and planted a feather kiss on each of Andy's cheeks I love it when you blush… you look so innocent and pure.
Andy: Blushed even further Kiss me…
Congo: Smiled warmly I thought you would never ask.
He leaned down, gently planting multiple butterfly kisses on Andy's lips, the kisses over time turning into their tongues getting braided with each other, and sweat forming on their naked skin, as their breaths turned deeper and more hoarse.
He starts kissing Andy down his chin, his throat, nibbling his skin softly with his teeth, moaning deeply as Andy arched his back along the way
Oh god.. you are magnificent!
Your body is pure perfection… and your taste… Andy…. I can't get enough of you… ever…!
He let his tongue travel down to Andy's nipples, gently flickering them one by one, once in a while softly biting them… he travelled further down his body, tickling Andy's belly button a bit with his tongue, before letting it travel slowly down to the root of Andy's dick
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Andy: He moaned deeply and arched his back again, looking down at Congo with drowsy eyes
Oh god…please lick it… I need to feel your wet mouth… please!!
He moaned deeply and arched his back further
Congo: Smiled warmly and nodded a single time My pleasure… He let his wet tongue flutter up Andy's dick, all the way up to the tip, where he planted a couple of soft kisses
I can't get enough of your taste, it's like it was designed for me… I love everything about you!
He moaned softly as Andy blushed again and slowly swallowed his dick, moving his head up and down slowly, feeling butterflies in his stomach, and suddenly, a light rose color spreads over his cheeks and the arch of his nose
Andy: Oh god bites his lips hard I never saw you blush before! Come here!
He sits up a bit, grabbing Congo's cheeks, then leans forwards and slides his tongue into Congo's mouth, French kissing him few seconds before laying back down, still gazing at Congo with love written all over his face
I love you… more than you can even imagine… you are so beautiful… so sexy…
Congo: Chuckled somewhat shyly Stop it… you make me feel like a teenager! blushed softly again
Andy: He bit his lips as he noticed the blushing on Congo's cheeks Oh God!!!
He moaned deep and long Touch it! touch it!
Moaned even deeper and arched his back as much as possible, and as Congo once again slides his mouth down over his dick, he cums within a few seconds, bursting out a loud moan
Congo: He moaned deeply and swallowed every single drop, smiling surprised as he pulls back his head What was that?
Andy: Chuckled shyly That was you… blushing
Congo: He bit his lips and moaned softly I made you cum, by blushing?
Andy: Nodded softly You are incredible sexy… did you know?
Congo: Smiled shyly and licked his way down Andy's dick, blowing a bit off tickling air on Andy's butthole as he stops just above it
Are you okay so far?
He smiled softly at Andy and continued as Andy nodded, gently letting his tongue flutter over the soft skin around and on Andy's hole, smiling satisfied as Andy gasps and moans deeply, so he grabs Andy's legs and pulls him closer, so he can really get to taste him, putting all his love for Andy into it
Andy: He Moaned loud and satisfied, feeling a warmth rush over him as Congo really lays himself in his work
Oh god!! Please dont stop!
He moaned louder and louder as he feelt an orgasm roll over him, making him cum fast again, panting as he watches Congo eat him out as his cum runs down the shaft of his dick and down to his hole where Congo hungry starts licking it off, sending electric buzzing through Andy's body, making pearls of sweat emerge from his skin
Oh god!!!! I have never had it so good before! Ever!
He moaned deeply and let himself falls back in the bed, spreading his arms out to the sides, feeling relaxed and free, far away from any worry in the whole world, moaning rapidly digging his fingers into the soft mattress
You moaned deeply your breath is so warm… oh god… it feels so good… he arched his back a bit, lifting his butt from the mattress, pressing it firmly against Congo's face
Oh go yes!! YES!!
He moaned loud and long Stop… please! He panted and chuckled warmly
Congo: Chuckled softly and peeked up at Andy Is anything wrong?
Andy: Chuckled shyly No.. far from… its just… your beard, it tickles me… and it's sooo nice, I cant stand it any
longer after a while… he blushed softly and almost whispered I just really need you inside me… please…
Congo: Smiled softly Are you sure? I mean, I havent started stretching you yet… I don't wanna hurt you, Andy…
Andy: Nodded softly I'm sure… just go slow… I can handle it… please.. I really need to feel you right now.
He licked his lips and bit them shyly
Congo: Nodded softly and crawled on top of Andy, planting a few feather kisses on Andy's collar bones, then gazed him deep in his eyes, softly fluttering his tongue over Andy's lips, breathing out hot air on Andy's wet lips
I love you, Andy… more than anyone else!
He glided his hand slowly up Andy's arm, linking his own fingers with Andy's, then grabed his own dick with his other hand, gently pressing it against Andy's wet hole I wish we had some lube… Im afraid it's gonna hurt you…
Andy: Sighed softly It's okay if it hurts a bit… then the whole first time vibe just gets so much more intense…. |
at least this way we get to pretend things were different… that you were my first…
He smiled softly and leaned upwards, digging his fingers into the hair of Congo's back head, pulling his face closer, nibbling his lips softly, whimperig softly as Congo slowly slided himself in, speaking with a hoarse almost broken voice
Just stay like this a while before moving, please…
*As Congo nodded, Andy slipped his tongue into Congo's mouth and whimpered softly, fluttering his tongue against Congos,
moaning softly from the mixed feeling of the sweet burning pain inside him, and Congo's warm dick pulsating, wanting him.
Congo: He moaned deeply, loving the tight feeling of Andy around him, the playful flutter of his tongue, the butterflies dancing in his stomach, making him feel 30 years younger, making him feel at home, loved, wanted, by the boy he feels he's made for I finally found you… my heart… my soul…
He gazed lovingly into Andy's eyes, and very slowly started moving in and out, gently from side to side to stretch Andy
Andy: Wrapped his arms around Congo's lower back, digging his fingers into his skin, moaning deep and sighing softly from pain, whispering as he speaks
Please don't stop… it's sooo good!
I love how warm you are…. your skin is almost burning… I feel moaned deeply I feel like Im melting under you….
oh god I love the weight of you on top of me! he moaned softly you are so big, in any way possible moaned deeply and slowly started twitching gently in his hips, quickly finding Congo's rhythm
Oh god yes!
He moaned deep and long You reach so high up! moaned deeply keep going.. keep going… oh yeah! moaned oh god yes!
whimpered more! *
He started moving his hips more rapidly more… more! moaning louder fuck me Congo!… just fuck me!
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Congo: He bit his lips hard, observing Any squirming under him as if he was trying to force more of Congo inside of him
Andy… Im not sure I can hold back… and I dont like myself when I get out of control… I only really lose myself with
men at my own size… please dont ask me to do this…
Andy: He grunted impatiently Congo, I'm used to getting sucked almost dry by a vampire while he pounds me like theres
no tomorrow, he's stronger than you will ever be… he suddenly turned pale as he heard his own words, freezing as he sees Congo looking sad and defeated as he slowly slides off Andy and walks over the floor, grabbing the bag and finds a bottle of water, which he drinks about half of
Congo…
He slowly sat up in the bed I'm so sorry! That was… uncalled for…
Congo: He shrugged I don't even know why it feels like you just punched me straight in the face, cause I knew it all along… he frowned deep and closed the bottle, throwing it gently to Andy
Andy: He caught the bottle but just put it on the floor next to the bed, slowly getting up, and walks to Congo
I was never in danger… trust me…
Congo: He hissed and raised his voice Spare me for your fucking lies, we both know you don't even fully believe that one!
He's a killer Andy, no matter what form he is in!
Maybe he doesn't wanna hurt you… but you saw what he did to his brother… he fucking threw him off a roof Andy!
His own brother is in a wheelchair!
And I talked with your mom, he attacked both her, your dad and Evan!
What more do you want? People actually dying before you understand what he is?!
He's a ticking time bomb, and I refuse to become that to satisfy your need of danger!
Andy: He slapped Congo's cheek hard Don't talk about him like that!
I don't call Marius mean things!
Congo: No, you fuck Marius! That's what you do!
Andy: Yelled at the top of his lungs You gave me fucking permission to!
Congo: When will you learn that I will do everything for you EVERYTHING.. even risking my own life by being here with you,
and possible also the life of the people I hold dear!
Andy: Marius cant die!
Congo: How convenient!
Andy: Slapped Congo again Fuck you! I'm done!
I'm going fucking home again! This was a complete waste of time!
Congo: Yelled loudly I knew you only came for the sex! That's all I'll ever be good enough for…
I'm the warm piece of meat with a huge dick attached… well, have fun! Take what you want!
Andy: Slapped him again, even harder than before Are you fucking stupid?!?!
I love you so much, that I risk your life to be here with you!
I know he might kill you, and still I can't stay away, even if I know him killing you will mean the end of me too!
Cause if he kills you, I would kill myself, just so we can be together somewhere else!
You fucking idiot!
The next words he screamed at the top of his lungs I fucking love you!!!!! Why can't you believe me?!?!?
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Congo: Grabbed Andy roughly, throwing him on the bed, crawling on top of him, thrusting himself back in, moaning loud as Andy yelps from pain and pleasure, digging his fingers hard into Andy's hips, and started pounding him roughly, standing tall on his knees, letting tears stream down his cheeks
Andy: Screamed with pleasure Ooohhh god yes! yes! take me! Im yours! Fuck me so hard!
He moaned loud and whimpering
Fill me up! I want your cum! Fill me up… make me pass out! Oh god yes!!!
He grinded his ass against Congo, panting so roughly that several times his eye seight went black for a few seconds
Oh god Congo…. oh god!! Fuck me!!!
He once again moaned loud and long I'm gonna cum!!!!!… please choke my dick… please… moaned loud
Congo: Roared loud NO!
He roughly flipped Andy over, pressing his head into the pillow, sliding two fingers into Andy's mouth as he started pounding him doggy style
I want your cum to stain these sheets!
Cum for me!
I want it to seep out of you till your dick feels dizzy!
He moaned loudly and slapped Andy's ass hard on both cheeks, watching them turn red, then returned to his fast pounding, making the bed frame crackle and knock against the wall
CUM!!!
Andy: Pressed his ass tight against Congo, feeling his insides burn from the violent impact
Oh god yes!! Fuck me!! Fuck me!! 'Im your little slut!!! Fuck my filthy ass!!
Congo: Bit his lips hard and roared Don't talk about the love of my life like that!
Just fucking cum as I tell you!
Andy: Felt his legs starting to shake as the orgasm rolled over him
Fuck me!!!
Once again moaned loud and long Fuck meeeee!!! CONGOOOOOOOOO!!!! yelped out in pleasure
Congo: Thrust one hard time as he came strongly inside Andy
Andy: Screamed out loud as he came from the feeling of Congo's hot cum inside him, whimpering as his legs starts shaking uncontrollably
Oh god… fuck….!!
The cum kept seeping out of him and down his stomach and on to the sheet, whimpering softly as Congo pulled out
Congo: Moaned deeply I wish you could see yourself right now…. how you are continuously opening and closing for me.*
He moaned deeply, then stuck his tongue inside Andy's hole, twirling it around as he moaned deeply, grabbing on to Andy's dick, stroking it softly
Andy: Moaned rapidly, twisting and turning his ass, pressing it tight against Congo's face Oh god oh god oh god oh god
Congo: He pulled away and thrust himself back in again, groaning and grinding his teeth
I'm gonna fuck you till you beg me to stop, boy!
He moaned loudly and thrust himself roughly in and out, grabbing on to Andy's ass with one hand, and the other he locked firmly around Andy's dick, milking him as he fucks him so hard Andy has to bend forwards and lean on his head, in order to stay up and not fall over, screaming till he gets so hoarse that his voice breaks. Congo moans loudly as he feels an orgasm roll over him, but grabs his own dick tightly and pulls out, roughly turning Andy with his free hand, then quickly crawls over Andy, placing a knee on each side of Andys shoulders, forcing his head upwards, showing his dick down Andy's throat and fucks his mouth slowly as he cums
Andy: Moaned out loudly as Congo cums, an twitches in his whole body as he cums himself, licking his mouth satisfied as Congo lets go of his head
It's so hot… I want more!
He bit his lips and dried a bit of cum off the edge of his mouth, licking it off his finger in a provocative way, letting his wet finger travel down his body where he starts playing with his nipple piercing, moaning softly
I want more of you… please…
Congo: Chuckled deeply Oh, we are not done yet, my love… dont worry.
We are only just getting started… he throws himself on his back next to Andy, and smiles at him cheekily*
But for now, I think you should service yourself, I need a rest… hop up… he nodded cheekily at his own dick
Andy: Bit his knuckles and got up, quickly getting on top of Congo, grabbing his dick, and slowly slides him inside, moaning in a relieved way as he feels Congo stand tall inside him again
Oh god, I miss you when you aren't home inside me… he slowly started spinning in big wide cirkles, grinding up and down
as if he wanted to make room for the whole of Congo inside of him, planting his hands on Congos chest, bending forwards
to teasingly lick Congo's lips for a while, then straightened up again, starting to bounce himself up and down, like when
you ride a horse, gaining more and more speed* Oh god yes… your dick is perfect!!
You are so fucking hot!
Congo: He moaned deep and planted his hands on Andy's hips, helping him bounce up and down, moaning deep everytime Andy gets all the way down, observing his dick sliding in and out of Andy, biting his lips hard
You are so damn sexy Andy…. just fuck yourself..! I love how your hole widens when I fill you out!
Oh god, I wish you could see it, its the most beautiful thing ever… he moaned loudly and arched his back as he came with a loud moan, watching his cum run down his dick as Andy keeps bouncing up and down
Andy: He bends his arms over his head, and closes his eyes, moving his body in waves as his bouncing continues, almost robot like as he gets more an more lost in the pleasure, feeling his dick buzz and twitch, wanting to cum again, so he bounces deeper and deeper, moaning louder and louder as his eyes starts flickering under his closed eyelids, bursting out a long loud whining sound as he cums so hard he squirts all the way up in Congos face, falling limp down on Congos chest
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Congo: He chuckled hoarse I guess that was good?… Andy?…. Andy?
He shook Andy's shoulder softly Andy?
Chuckled softly and kissed Andy's sweaty hair
Hey… sweetheart… please come back to me he padded Andy's cheek softly then stroke it gently
Andy: Slowly opened his eyes, moaning satisfied That was perfect!
Congo: Chuckled warmly I guess you could call it that he gently wiped off some of Andy's cum from his face, and licked it off his fingers, kissing Andy's forehead gently Let's take a break… I think we both need it?
Andy: Chuckled hoarse and gently rolled off Congo Oh yes!
I definitely need a break, it's the first time I ever fainted that fast in the process… I really need a break!
He chuckled silently and kissed Congo's shoulder softly Are you okay? Did I push you too far?
Congo: Grabbed the water on the floor and sipped it quickly before passing it to Andy No sweetheart, you didn't, I think I needed that push, cause I feel more alive than I have felt the past 10 years!
Thank you he softly kissed Andy's shoulder, smiling warmly at him as he made room for Andy to lay in his arm nook
I love you…
Andy: Sipped the water few times, then put it back on the floor, and laid down in Congo's nook, smiling satisfied
I love you too, Congo, more than you know…
Congo: Smiled softly I'm starting to get a picture.
He kissed Andy's nose gently Thank you for coming here tonight…
Andy: Smiled softly I'm glad I did, for several reasons…
Congo: Smiled warmly Tell me…
Andy: Well for one you changed your mind and didn't break up anyway… secondly, this amazing sex we just shared on so many levels… thirdly, you are finally starting to get that I really, truly, deeply love you smiled softly and also, because of this he leaned upwards and kissed Congo tenderly, then returned to his spot in the nook, caressing Congo's chest softly
Congo: Smiled warmly at Andy and started softly caressing his mohawk, digging his fingers deep into the light blue hair
You are very precious to me… I hope you will come to learn that, if you don't already know.
Andy: He smiled warmly I do know Congo… I know very well… he sighed softly and snuggled his face somewhat against Congo's armpit, sniffing him in
I love your smell, it's the best smell in the world… the smell of fresh cut wood, turpentine, bonfire, outdoors and a hint of sweat… but not a sour dirty kind of sweat, a warm sweet kind…well the smell of MAN basically…he sighed softly and felt the butterflies in his stomach swirl around like a tornado
I always loved your smell… even when I was straight… I have sometimes in the past stolen a bit of your dirty work clothes, just so I could lay in my bed and sniff it… or hug it… he blushed bright red
I don't even know why I tell you?… blushed even more Oh god!
He hid his face in Congo's armpit Am I a freak?
Congo: Chuckled warmly Yes you are… but that's just one of the many things I love about you.
And now I know where my clothes went chuckled softly it's alright, I'm happy I can give you some sort of comfort with
my scent.
Andy: He chuckled shyly I'm so embarrassed!
Congo: Chuckled deeply Don't be… I think it's sexy he kissed Andy's hair softly
Andy: Smiled softly and yawned a bit
Congo: He smiled lovingly Are you tired Mr. Cullman?
Andy: He looked as if he was thinking of something, then chuckled shyly
Congo: Smiled bright What are you thinking of you little rascal?
Andy: Blushed bright red Nothing!
Congo: Tickled him Tell me!
Andy: Pouted his lips like a child No!
Congo: Tickled him again Tell me!
Andy: Laughed warmly No!
Congo: Laughed warmly and tickled Andy again Tell me or I wont stop!
Andy: Squealed loudly Alright alright! laughed warmly I thought, that I like the sound of Cullman-Shaw… or just Shaw…
Congo: He stopped laughing and looked at Andy with flickering eyes
Andy: Looked at Congo a bit worried Did I say something wrong?
Congo: Shook his head softly No….
Andy: Looked at him confused Then why did you get this weird look on your face?
Congo: He smiled softly It's hard to explain, but I can show you… wait here…
He jumped out of bed and walked to his pants, grabbing his phone, smiling softly at Andy as he put the phone to his ear
Hi dad… is Marius asleep?
Yes, I know, but we needed more time…. thank you…. could you do me a favor?
Could you get that thing I showed you out of my desk in my room?
The key is strapped on the side of the fireplace…
Okay, good… I hate to ask you, but could you bring it here?
Thank you.
Just remember to take the path okay, so you don't fall…. he grunted slighly annoyed yes, I know your legs are fine,
just do it anyway please so I don't have to worry… thanks…. see you in 10 minutes, just knock the door 3 times.
As he hung up he smiled softy at Andy
My dad will pay us a visit as I'm sure you figured.
He grabbed the bag on the floor and brought it to the bed, placing it on Andy's lap
We have a couple of apples, a pear and a banana… also there's two more bottles of water… if you want anything,
just take it…he smiled softly and kissed Andy's forehead gently
I'll just quicky jump in my pants at least… just wrap yourself in the blanket, you dont have to get dressed, he's not
going to stay he winked at Andy Marius is sleeping, so that bought us some extra time…
Andy: Looked a bit questioning at Congo, then smiled softly and grabbed an apple, sinking his teeth into the green skin
So is this where you and your dad slaugther me and hides me in the woods?
He chuckled softly and took another bite
Congo: Frowned softly No silly…I think you have spent too much time amongst savage people…
Andy: Frowned a bit
Congo: He sighed softly I'm sorry…
He searched through the bag and grabbed the other apple, taking a big bite, chuckling softly as some of the juice ran down his chin
Andy: Bit his lips softly Let me get that for you…
He geot up on his knees with a cheeky smile, crawling up on Congo's lap, planting one knee on each side of Congo's hips, grinding his butt a bit against Congo's groin area, as he grabbed Congo's jaw and tipped his head a bit backwards, licking the juice off Congo's chin, sucking his skin gently with a soft moan
Congo: Moaned softly and felt himself starting to get hard again
Hold on… my dad is on his way… I would appreciate not having him interrupting us mid act, or having to answer the door
with a boner! He chuckled softly
Andy: Pouted a bit then chuckled softly
Yeah, okay, I actually agree.
He smiled softly as he crawled off again, sinking his teeth into his apple
I like licking your beard though, it tickles my tongue he smiled bright I think that could become a new fetish of mine,
or should I say 'yet' another fetish of mine?
He chuckled hoarse as he took another bite
Congo: Smiled softly I dont mind fetishes, I have quite a lot myself, but you already know that… I think we rounded
them all that night on Facebook, huh?
He chuckled softly an bit his apple again, continuing to eat the juicy fruit as he observed Andy with a warm loving gaze, once in a while stroking one of his cheeks or hands, then suddenly gets a bit startled as he hears 3 knocks on the door, making a sign to Andy as to keep quiet, but smiles relieved as he hears his dads voice from outside
Poul: Its just me… you can easily open…
Congo: Hurries over the floor and quickly opens the door, smiling warmly at his dad as he hands him a little black box
Thanks dad, thats very sweet of you, please be careful on the way back as well… he bends forwards and kisses his dads cheek, but as he makes a gesture as to close the door, Poul puts a foot inside
Poul: I take it you plan to use that one now?
Congo: Nodded a bit
Poul: I would prefer to be present then, to make sure I get something valuable out of my sneaking around…
May I come in?
Congo: Looked back at Andy to see if he was covered by the blanket, then slowly steps aside
Sure dad… come in… I guess it's only fair since I dragged you into all of this mess…
Poul: He smiled warmly at Andy and walked straight up to him
Don't get up son, I expect you arent fully dressed under there he pointed casually at the blanket and chuckled softly as he winked at Andy
I just wanted to take a look at you since it's so long time since I last saw you… what has it been? 2-3 years?
Andy: Nodded softly I apologize Poul, life has just been crazy!
Poul: Looked back at Congo with a sad expression Yes, so I have heard.
He looked back at Andy and tussled his mohawk
Well, you are just as handsome as I remember chuckled warmly I see why my son is so in love with you.
He smiled warmly, then stepped a bit aside, nodding softly at Congo Go on son…
Congo: He smiled a bit nervous at his dad, and stepped forwards, sitting down on the bed next to Andy, softly caressing his cheek, then planted both his hands on Andy's, caressing them softly
Andy…. you know I recently asked you for advice on buying an engagement ring for Marius.
While I was doing so, I was torn… so torn… cause there I was, buying a ring for the boy I undeniable love with all my
heart, while my soul mate was dancing with another man.
He looked down a bit sad
I don't know why I'm this soft around my heart, I dont know why I ended up doing it, cause most days it just haunts me to
drag it around, but I bought it anyway… I guess it was a romantic picture I needed to hold on to, of a better world,
where you were mine… I thought about returning it many times, but never did.
I guess it was all I had left to hold onto, a small hope in the dark, that maybe in an alternate universe we would be
dancing together.
And here we are.
We made our alternate universe.
I know you can't answer my question in real life, I know it can't be more than just a dream…
but in this alternate universe he let himself slide down to the floor, getting on one knee, reaching the box towards Andy as he opened it, revealing a plain silver ring
Andy, will you marry me?
Andy: He stared a bit at the ring, as tears started forming in his eyes, shaking his head softly as a sob emerges from deep inside of him, then he throws himself at Congos throat, chuckling between his tears and sobbing
YES!!!
Yes I will marry you in this alternate universe!
There's nothing I would rather do! Also in the real world, if it was remotely possible!
He sobbed on a bit more, then found Congo's lips, connecting them with Congo's, kissing him passionately, still somewhat chuckling between tears, and after a short while, he pulls back a bit, looking at the ring in the box
Congo: He smiled warmly with tears in his eyes
Its just plain and simple, with a little heart on the inside, and then the engraving 'forever and a day'…
It should fit your thumb, I know thats not optimal, but, I bought it like that, in case there were ever a chance for you
to wear it… no one will think twice about a silver thumb ring.
Maybe you could say you bought it at a flea market… or it belonged to an old family member?
He smiled softly as tears starts running down his cheeks
I love you…
Thank you for making me the happiest man alive!
He gently picked up the ring, then picked up Andy's hand, and gently slided the ring on Andy's thumb, kissing it gently
It fits perfect!
He smiled satisfied and chuckled as he heard his dad sniffle his nose Are you okay dad?
Poul: Chuckled softly and nodded with a bright smile on his face Im just so happy! Can I hug you two?
Andy: Nodded softly, more or less lost in proudly looking at the ring
Poul: Chuckled softly and dried his eyes, then made his way to the bed, bending down between them, wrapping an arm around each of their shoudlers, squeezing them tightly
I'm so happy! Congratulations!
He planted a kiss on both their cheeks, then stood up again, tussling Andy's mohawk a bit
Welcome to the family, son.
I'm proud to have you!
Andy: He chuckled softly Thank you Poul, Im proud to be here he smiled happily, so much that his eyes sparkled in the dimmed light
Poul: I better get back my dear boys, but… just before I leave, what would your names be, if you could marry in this
world of yours?
Congo: He answered with a warm loving voice Cullman-Shaw..
Andy: He smiled softly No… just Shaw…
Congo: Looked at Andy a bit surprised No more Cullman?
Andy: He shook his head softly No…
If possible, I would like to just be all
#I apologize for the slightly weird format#I know I just can't bother to edit it#I keep having very limited time to be online#and I think it's better to just get stuff posted rather that trying for weeks to have time to sit down on a longer editing#so yeah.... sorry about the cringy bits#unicornmanes#Andy Shaw-Thompson#Congo Shaw#Andycorn
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contemplating. Did I put grief here? If I did am I really going to scour my blog to find it? Do I put it on the not very secret side blog for longer writing related posts? I mean TT has it but That’s different cuz they don’t know. So like what do I do
#Does anyone want my old shitty writing back? I still have The Moon/The Plants/The Clouds/The Storm as well as ARTCON and like everything#Does anyone CARE actually /hj#Like I slightly edited some of them to fit a more abstracted book format in my notes but I have the originals too!#Saying cuz I might post all the stargazer pieces in one if anyone would like#S.K thinks
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kind of rude for barnes and noble to let me preorder a book and THEN drop a B&N exclusive edition with extra content preorder of that same book and not tell me and make me contact support to cancel the preorder bc i can't even do that on my own
#like rude obvi id want the nicer edition#now I know i gotta keep an eye on my preorders bc i have at least one i think might also get an exclusive edition#me to support: hi can i cancel this book so i can fucking repurchase it in a slightly different format
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Wish Me Luck?
♫: Wake Up In The Sky, Bruno Mars
“In which working with these two makes your life impossible— because they’re annoying, and won’t leave you alone— you try your best to ignore them but sometimes, it’s too tempting.”
hueningkai x fem!reader x taehyun
Genre: pwp, rockstar au, makeup artist!reader, smut
Word count: 6.2K
Warnings: genuinely like.. none, i think.
Smut Warnings: dom!tae, dom!huening, sub!mc, threesome, unprotected sex, they’re both pervs sorry, use of mirrors(?), pet names (pretty, doll, cutie, etc.) dry humping, slight marking, handjob, fingering, hair pulling, spanking, praise, masturbation, slight exhibitionism?, multiple orgasms, creampie(s), lmk if i should add anything!
Notes: part of a rockstar!txt mini series. lowkey gave up on formatting so if shows don’t tell me. anyways! happy birthday to my bf huening 😁 again this was like… barely edited so it’s a little uhh… idk. enjoy, hopefully..
There are many perks that come with the rockstar lifestyle— money, clothes, fame, women.
Taehyun tries to take advantage of it all— and he has, though he finds that the last perk is reserved for someone more… special.
Taehyun is currently in his favorite place to be before a concert— the makeup station, of course. This could mean many things for him; a chance for him to rest, a relaxing time to get his hair and makeup done, able to get perfectly dolled up just for him to ruin it all during his shows.
But that’s not the reasoning at all— rather, his reasoning lies with the pretty makeup artist who, unfortunately, is not tending to him today.
It takes a bit of enjoyment out of the experience— however, he will say that he’s not complaining about the view he’s getting now, watching the way you tend to Kai and touch his face as though he’s made of glass with a fond smile; before he can control himself, his eyes fall to the cute skirt you’re wearing today, a tug of guilt hitting his stomach at the way he feels slightly disappointed upon the realization that they have built-in safety shorts— what can he say? It was always a total accident when he looked over to you bent over, pretty ass on display as you worked diligently on the member assigned.
Hueningkai, Taehyun notices, definitely isn’t faring well with your proximity to him. Unlike Taehyun, who’s always dying to get his hands on you and keep you to himself, Hueningkai has always preferred to watch from a distance— so to have you here, taking over his senses with the alluring perfume you use and feeling your delicate fingers brush against his skin as you do his makeup— well, safe to say Hueningkai is practically meditating to not pop a boner then and there.
“___, have you been busy? I barely see you around anymore,” Taehyun asks, peeking up from his phone and over to the next chair where you continue to meddle with Hueningkai, standing back to observe your work before you’re jumping at the sound of your name.
“Well, I’ve been assigned to the rookie group the company debuted, you know,” you sigh out, having had this conversation more times than you can remember as you reach to brush away a stray hair from Hueningkai’s forehead; you watch as his eyes flutter shut and his brows twitch, and you wonder if you may have irritated him as you press your lips together.
“That’s unfair…” Taehyun pouts softly, pretending as though his phone is much more interesting as he continues to sneak glances at you, eyes darkening at how cute you look while concentrating, not paying attention to Taehyun’s words as you begin applying lip tint to Hueningkai, “They’re taking my makeup artist away from me, I don’t like this one bit.”
“I’m not your makeup artist,” you fuss, sighing in exasperation as you take a step back from Hueningkai; you tell him to open his eyes as you take in the final result, smiling softly in satisfaction as you observe your work on him— looking at Taehyun, you cross your arms, frowning at the way you catch him staring at you already, “I’m the company’s makeup artist. Who I get assigned to work on is entirely up to them, so I don’t get why you’re acting like this right now.”
“Is it wrong to want a pretty girl to do my makeup?” He asks, and your face twists as you watch his current makeup artist throw an incredulous glance your way— just as you’re about to turn and leave, you’re surprised to find Hueningkai grabbing your wrist and pulling you back to him.
“My hair,” he mumbles quietly, so soft you almost missed it— you lean down to try and hear him better, unaware of the way his eyes dart down to your low neckline and your lips that pout in concentration, “Can you fix it? It’s… different now.”
As far as you’re concerned, he looks completely fine; you’re quick to tell him that as well, only to see as he insists that it was different before you worked on his makeup.
“Well if you want, I can go get your hairdresser—“ you begin, only to stop short at the feeling of Hueningkai’s grip tightening slightly.
“But you can do it, no?”
God, these two were impossible.
Their behavior was nothing new to you, and you oftentimes found yourself the victim of teasing as your coworkers poked fun at the way the two seemed to be attached to you like lost puppies— you always tried to refute such claims, but the way they constantly wanted you around them really didn’t help.
“You can do it, ___,” Taehyun says, and you feel a bit bad for his makeup artist as he moves to look at you, “Gives us an excuse to keep you here a bit longer.”
Out of the two, Taehyun is much more blunt— but that doesn’t mean you’re used to it, feeling your face grow hot at his words as you attempt once more to run away— it’s all in vain of course, because Hueningkai is tugging you back and giving you a look that almost makes your knees buckle.
You don’t think you’ve ever seen him like this.
“Please.”
Nothing about that is a request. He looks up at you with lidded, dazed eyes, and you find yourself complying hesitantly the longer he looks at you like he’ll devour you any second. You don’t even know what he wants his hair to look like— so you go with his usual ruffled look, his long dark hair soft under your fingers as you stand in front of him and run through the locks with mousse.
You try to keep a straight face the whole time; even when Taehyun continues to make baiting comments at you, complimenting you with a deep purr as he tries to get your attention back on him— even as you feel the way Hueningkai can’t take his eyes off you, much bolder than usual as you bite your lip and hover over him, quick hands desperate to finish his styling.
Your hands freeze in his hair as you feel something warm on the back of your thigh.
That something warm serves as Hueningkai’s hand, resting on your skin as he simply continues to look up at you innocently, chewing his gum and tilting his head as though to ask what’s wrong?
You try to contain the shiver that runs through you as his thumb begins to softly caress your skin, venturing under the cloth of your safety shorts for a moment before he’s moving it back down.
“Something wrong?” Taehyun drawls out, and a glance at him shows that his makeup artist has left— it’s just you three, and your brows knit together as you take in the way his makeup isn’t done yet, “You look like you just saw a ghost.”
You’re shaken out of your reverie at his words; putting the finishing touches, you step away from Hueningkai, feeling the way his hand is reluctant to leave your skin, his arm falling limply at his side as he stares at you with hungry curiosity.
“I think I’m done here,” you breathe out, attempting to hide your shaky hands as you place them behind your back, “Make sure you’re changed and ready in time for the show.”
Bowing politely, you make your way to the exit— only to be stopped the moment you pass Taehyun, an exasperated sound leaving you involuntarily as he takes your hand and tugs you back to him.
“Are you done?” he asks, sparkly eyes not enough to conceal his mischief as he tilts his head to the side, “There’s nothing missing here?”
Of course something is missing. Taehyun doesn’t have his lip tint on, but you refuse to point it out as you hum softly, pretending to be in thought for a second before you finally shake your head no.
“No?” he pouts— he’s then puckering his lips, nodding his head toward you and sending you a kiss as he smiles coyly, “Are you sure?”
“You seem to be missing…” you grit out, watching as he raises his brows expectantly, as though encouraging you to finish your train of thought, “Your lip…tint.”
“Oh. You think so?” he asks, looking back at the mirror and swiping a finger across his lips before he hums, “Could you do it for me, please? I’ve always loved how you left my lips all pretty.”
You’re inhaling slowly to not turn on your heels and run away— not because you don’t want to do your job, but because you’re anxious about what might happen if you’re left alone in a room with these two for a moment longer; all you know is that if the way they look at you serves as any indicator, then they’re definitely up to no good.
“My lips always look like candy with the combo you use,” he continues, watching as you go to the vanity to search for the products you usually use for him— after a moment, you’re turning to him, products in one hand a small lip brush in the other— your eyes meet his, and you’re slightly startled with the way he suddenly leans forward, eerily close to you as his eyes flicker down to the way your lips part in a silent gasp, “Don’t you think so?”
“I’ve never thought of it like that,” you mutter swiftly, immediately getting to work in hopes that Taehyun can just shut up for once— he does, but you’re still left at the mercy of his intense stare, trying to pretend as though his proximity isn’t enough to make you feel nervous.
“You look really pretty today ___,” It’s Hueningkai’s turn to torment you— if you weren’t so focused on Taehyun, you would’ve scoffed, opting instead to let out a noncommittal hum instead.
“Are you doing anything after the show?”
He says that as you’re finally stepping away from Taehyun; silently, you’re happy for the timing of his words, because you know that you would’ve messed up Taehyun’s makeup from your surprise— which would’ve meant you staying longer to fix it.
“No,” you say, refusing to elaborate even if their curious stares silently plead you to— turning around, you continue to ignore them as you put your stuff away, pretending as though you weren’t rushing in hopes to leave quicker.
“Taehyun and I are going out for drinks after to celebrate the end of the tour,” He says quietly, and you make the mistake of looking up at him through the mirror— he’s looking at you of course, though the way his dark makeup only makes his eyes look more intense doesn’t help you at all— softly, he smiles.
“You should come with. Our treat.”
“Oh, I— I don’t know, I don’t wanna be a bother,” you stutter out, your nonchalant demeanor beginning to slip the moment you see them stand up behind you, shaky hands rushing to zip your makeup case shut, “I should really get going now, you two still need to change—“
“Yeah, but what’s the rush?” You’re fucking trapped— they stand on either side of you, looming dangerously and looking at you as though you’re nothing but a treat for them to devour— you can feel their breaths fanning on each side of your neck as you attempt to close yourself off pathetically, trying to take a step back before you feel two hands on you— one on the small of your back, the other on your hip as they both push you back against the vanity; the startled yelp you let out is embarrassing, your hands flying down to support yourself from how firmly they push you forward.
“We have well over an hour to finish getting ready,” Taehyun breathes out, lips brushing against your jaw as he lets out a soft sigh, “And that’s a lot of time, isn’t it?”
Hueningkai hums in agreement; his hand is the one on your hip as it rubs soothing circles, leaning down to where you hang your head and sending you a misleading smile.
“We should do something to pass the time.”
God, were they always this close? They’re filling your senses and making you dizzy, your hands beginning to ache from how hard you’re gripping the edge of the vanity as you simply gulp in response. Their lips are soft and fucking sticky from the gloss you just put on them, leaving kiss marks along your skin as they kiss you softly, mumbling compliments and praise that you can barely get through your head from how dizzy you feel.
“Do you know that we try to request you for every show?” Taehyun asks, watching the way your eyes flutter shut as Hueningkai begins to trail kisses down your neck, open-mouthed and sultry as he nips at your skin teasingly, “Some bullshit about you knowing our complexion best— don’t get us wrong, you do, but…”
“You’re like a lucky charm,” Hueningkai finishes for him, pulling away and bringing a hand up to grab at your chin, tilting you to look at him as he stares at you with lidded eyes, “The show won’t go well if our pretty makeup artist isn’t here with us.”
You whimper— and shit, it’s humiliating, your cheeks growing hot immediately after as you wish nothing more than to dig a hole for yourself then and there— but oh, their words are so hypnotizing to you, speaking about you like you’re something they can’t live without, touching you like they’re starved and desperate to get a taste.
And judging by the way they look at you, they definitely are.
“Sometimes… we wonder if it’s enough, just getting a look at you before we go on stage,” Hueningkai says, and it’s Taehyun’s turn to nod along and leave teasing touches, his hand playing with the hem of your shirt as he noses at your throat, taking in your scent with a satisfied sigh.
“I think it’d be nice if you wished us luck tonight,” Hueningkai says, tilting his head as he gives you a puppy-eyed look, “Don’t you wanna?”
Fuck. You can’t think straight, not when they’re taking up your space, unable to keep their hands and lips off you as they wait not-so-innocently for your response. Shutting your eyes, you try to move past the warm and welcoming feeling of their hands to think.
“This is dangerous,” you finally spit out, biting your lip at the way they immediately back off, “You could get in trouble— I could lose my job.”
“Oh please,” Taehyun scoffs, sitting back against the vanity as he crosses his arms, “The company doesn’t care about what we do in our private life— you’ve seen the way the others can get with their little groupies, right?”
You mull over his words for a second; it’s no secret that this band is very active and reckless, though you suppose the company has taken advantage of that and began to use it as their image halfway through their career— at least, that must be the case if they’re able to advance on you so boldly, the rest of your coworkers unfazed by the whole situation.
“But— my job—?”
“You think none of these other people that work here haven’t fooled around with their groups?” Taehyun asks, the incredulous smile on his face quickly turning to a pout as he coos at the innocent, wide-eyed look you give him, “They know how to keep a secret, pretty— so do we.”
This is ridiculous— even more so because you find yourself considering it, quickly shaking your head upon the sobering realization— though, the two are keen to notice the way you have yet to try and scurry away from them like always.
“Don’t you feel tired of being so uptight all the time?” Huening asks, your head snapping up to watch as he places his hands on your shoulders, hovering behind you as he massages them gently, “We could help you relax. Have some fun, even.”
The two try to keep it cool the moment you lean into Hueningkai’s touch— though, you can still pick up on the way Taehyun’s eyes widen and Hueningkai’s hands freeze for just a second, your eyes threatening to shut from the way you remain too shy to gauge their reactions.
“Won’t someone come in?”
In response, they laugh— poor thing, they think, glancing back at the door that got locked long ago, if they were finally going to get their hands on you, the last thing they would do is allow someone else to see.
“No one will come in right now— we’re supposed to be changing, aren’t we?” Hueningkai says, smiling against your skin as he continues, “It’d be an invasion of privacy to try and come in now.”
They grin at the way you remain silent, clearly lost in thought by their words.
“Want us to treat you good?” Taehyun asks, placing a hand on your waist before he’s leaning in, his lips brushing against yours as he lets out a shaky breath, “Thank you for your hard work?”
Finally you break.
“Please.”
Taehyun is a messy kisser— though, you don’t find yourself to be too surprised, always more eager out of the two to get his hands on you as he begins to kiss you with abandon— his hand cupping your jaw to keep you close, tongue prodding your mouth open and sharp teeth sinking into your plush lips teasingly; behind you, Hueningkai has moved his hands to your hips, pulling you back and forcing your back to arch as you feel him begin to rut his cock into you slowly, dark eyes taking in the way you only whine and moan under their touch.
“Fuck, let me use those pretty hands, baby,” Taehyun sighs against your lips, guiding you down to his hard bulge and smiling against your lips the moment you begin to palm him; you’re slow and unsure with your movements, but that only makes Taehyun needier as he begins to rut his length against your palm, eager to get stimulation as he places his hand on top of yours to guide you to hold him through his sweats.
“Is playing hard to get fun for you?” Hueningkai asks, his voice low and rough as he plays with the hem of your shorts, pulling at the waistband before letting it go and allowing it to snap against your skin, “I can feel you soaking through your shorts— so fucking needy, why have you been avoiding us so long?”
You don’t have half the brain to answer that question; not when Taehyun has slipped your hand under his sweats and Hueningkai currently pulls down your skirt, leaving you exposed as you hold Taehyun’s cock and allow him to fuck into your first with shaky breaths against your lips.
Trying to avoid them was such a stupid decision— because if it meant you could have these two boys like this sooner, drunk off your touch and desperate to take even more from you, you would’ve given in to their cheeky comments and shameless flirting long ago.
Hueningkai’s fingers are slender and long as they glide up and down your slit; pressing against your panties, taking in the way you’ve soaked through them with a deep satisfaction as he lets out a breathy laugh. His middle and ring finger press at your entrance, listening to the way you whine and almost letting out a groan at the way you wiggle your hips and press them back in hopes of feeling him inside you.
“Waited so long for this,” Hueningkai breathes out, hooking his fingers under the waistband of your panties and pulling them down sloowwly, watching as you whine impatiently before you’re stepping out of your garments— You pull away from Taehyun, staring down at the way he bucks into your fist and missing the way he bites his lip to suppress a laugh at the sight of Hueningkai pocketing your soaked panties.
“Wanted to fuck you the moment you got assigned to us— our pretty makeup artist,” Hueningkai sighs, placing a kiss in between your shoulder blades before he’s fucking his fingers into you, jaw clenching at the way you suck in his fingers and tighten around him pathetically, the wet sounds that come from his shallow thrusts enough to have your head hanging with pleasure.
“Do you…” you sigh, letting out a soft whine as Taehyun takes a handful of your hair and forces your head back up, clearing your throat in a weak attempt to continue as the said man now begins to kiss and suck softly at your neck, careful to not leave any marks, “Do this to… fuck, every crew member you think is attractive? Mess with them shamelessly and try to corner them so you can finally fuck them? …Hmm?”
Hueningkai’s index finger is tracing your entrance teasingly— he laughs softly at your comment, choosing not to say anything as he stretches you out with a third finger instead; he’s curling his fingers and grinding his hand into your cunt, taking in your expression with hungry eyes and noting the places that make your legs shake.
“You think we do this to just anyone?” Taehyun asks, brows furrowed as he pulls away, taking in the way you wince at his appearance— more specifically, his lip tint that has smudged all over his lips and chin and onto your skin, “Baby, I hope you realize that you’re the first person we’ve ever pulled this shit on.”
“And the last,” Hueningkai chimes in, looming over your shoulder as he bites at your earlobe teasingly, his other hand circling your waist to rub at your clit, “We plan to keep you.”
God. You hope he didn’t notice the way you clenched pathetically from his words, but judging by the way he laughs breathily and fucks his fingers harder into you, he definitely did.
“Shit, what aren’t these hands good for?” Taehyun asks, watching the way you pump along his length and reach up to swipe the precum that leaks from his tip, spreading it along the rest of his length as you watch the way your hand glistens and becomes messy from your actions, “You have no idea how much I thought about this— always felt so guilty watching as you did my makeup so innocently, unaware that I’d give up my job if it meant I could— I could bend you over this vanity and fuck you good.”
“Did you ever fantasize about us?” Hueningkai teases, only to be surprised by the way you nod your head frantically, eyes shutting from embarrassment as you grind your hips back into him, just to get a feel of his cock against your ass, “Yeah? What’d you think about? Maybe we could make it happen.”
You shake your head no— you’re reluctant to spew out your fantasies as easily as the two are, but that only proves to be a mistake from the way Hueningkai’s fingers slip out of you, instead landing down harshly on your ass as you jump at the sudden feeling.
“What, too shy to tell us?” Taehyun asks, placing a hand on top of your own and making you slow to a stop as he examines your face, “Then again, you’ve always been a shy little thing— it’s your charm, you know.”
You can only let out a pathetic whimper at that; Taehyun is shaking your hand off him, your eyes fluttering open as you watch him tuck himself back in, giving you a sly smile before he’s sitting back down in his chair— Hueningkai is taking a step back, but it’s only to bend you over as he lets out a soft chuckle at your reaction— nodding to Hueningkai, Taehyun grins, his dimple poking at his cheek as he speaks.
“You first, Kai? I’ll give you the honors for being so patient.”
Your mouth is falling open the moment you feel his tip glide along your entrance— going up and down, clearly teasing you as he allows your wetness to collect on his dick, forcing you to listen to the sounds as you let out a shaky sigh, staring down at the vanity and your tense hands that are curled into fists— slowly, he begins to push into you, enjoying the way you bite your lip in an attempt to muffle your sounds, failing to do so as Hueningkai resorts to the next best thing— his hand is firm against your mouth as he holds your head up, your eyes meeting his through the mirror as you watch him begin to fuck you slowly.
The stretch has you blinking away tears of pleasure— if it weren’t for Hueningkai keeping you quiet, you’re sure you would’ve gotten the attention of the rest of the crew, your sounds muffled against the palm of his hand as your body begins to jolt forward from his pace, the vanity shaking slightly from the impact.
“Fuck,” Hueningkai grunts, brows furrowed together as he watches himself disappear inside you, “So perfect. Pussy was made for me, look how good you take it.”
The two only laugh as you let out a weak whine at the praise— they’ve got you figured out good, and you’re meeting Taehyun’s gaze through the mirror as you catch him staring at you, stroking his cock at a slow pace as he simply gives you a teasing grin.
“Why don’t you watch the way Huening fucks you, pretty?” He asks, and your eyes flicker back to the sight he’s talking about, meeting Huenigkai’s eyes as he simply sends you a coy smile, “You look so perfect like this— bent over the desk like a pretty doll, perfect for us to use… isn’t that right?”
Before you can moan out a muffled response, a sharp knock on the door takes your attention; you’re jolting to try and get Huening off you in a hurry, but the boy merely retaliates by pulling you back against him, colliding against his chest and letting out a weak whimper at the feeling of him rutting his hips up into you— watch, he growls into your ear, grinning with satisfaction as you immediately follow his orders.
“Yeah?” Taehyun calls out, his tone much too casual for someone who’s watching his fellow band member fuck the cute staff member the two have been pining for.
“Have you seen ___ anywhere? The makeup artist?” It’s Soobin, you all realize, your reaction of horror greatly contrasting the way the two merely smile casually at the realization, “They’ve been looking for her, and I thought you two would know where she might be.”
“Uhhhhm…” Taehyun draws out, crossing his arms and tilting his head as he watches the way Hueningkai continues to fuck you, fingers digging into your cheeks as his eyes widen at the way you’ve begun to squirm from his grip, your orgasm approaching as you try to grind your hips in search for more stimulation.
“If we knew where she was at, we’d probably be there bothering her,” Taehyun jokes, a crooked smile on his face as he listens to the way Soobin scoffs on the other side, “But seriously, we’re changing right now. She finished our makeup a while ago, we haven’t seen her.”
A moment passes; you think you might explode from how hard you’re trying to hold back your orgasm, but Hueningkai seems to be hellbent on making you cum from the way his free hand goes to circle your clit, your mouth falling open as you practically shake from the feeling.
“Well…” another pause— Soobin sighs, and Taehyun can already picture the man running a hand through his hair on the other side of the door, “Let me know if you find her.”
After a moment, his footsteps fade entirely— it’s only then that Hueningkai bends you over once more, grabbing your hips and using this as leverage to fuck you back into him as you whimper that you’re close— seconds after, you’re squeezing Hueningkai so hard he thinks his cock might slip out, fucking you through your orgasm as your legs simply tremble from the intensity of it all.
“Did that get you off, baby?” Hueningkai murmurs, his hips beginning to stutter as he watches you lay against the desk, your cheek pressed against the wood as you only let out weak whines in response, “Knowing we were about to get caught? Is that what made you cum, cutie?”
In a pathetic attempt to dodge his question, you bury your head in your arms— the man behind you simply laughs, pressing on the small of your back and grinding into you slowly, biting his lip at the sight.
“Want me to cum inside? Fill you up and have it leak down your legs, making people wonder just where you disappeared to for so long?” frantically, you nod; you’re pressing your ass back against him, trying to fuck back into him as Hueningkai only groans at the sight— moments later, you’re practically biting through your lip from the feeling of him filling you up so well, trying his best to fuck his cum back into you the moment it begins to drip back out.
A moment passes where the two of you simply remain still, attempting to regain your breaths— then, you hear sounds of shuffling and footsteps, and you’re meekly raising your head from your arms to watch as Taehyun approaches the two of you with a teasing smile.
“You should go get cleaned up and change,” Taehyun says, tapping your ass with a smile, “It’s my turn now, isn’t that right baby?”
Hueningkai rolls his eyes at the other’s antics— then, he’s slowly pulling out, hissing softly at the feeling before he’s grabbing your face and bringing you up for a kiss— it’s slow and sensual, his plump lips addicting as he sneaks his tongue in for a taste of you— he’s reluctant to pull away, and only does so when you grip his shirt in your hands weakly and whine petulantly in his mouth— pulling away, he’s sending you a soft smile, taking in the sight of your shining and swollen lips before he’s telling you I’ll be right back— Taehyun rolls his eyes at his words.
“Tell me,” Taehyun begins, bending you over once more and keeping his head next to yours, encouraging you to hold eye contact with him as he smiles softly— his index and middle finger are slowly massaging up and down your slit, and you let out a weak whimper at the feeling of him gathering the cum that’s leaking out of you before he’s pushing it back in slowly, “What would you fantasize about? I’d love to try it out on you.”
He won’t do anything until he hears your confession— a sign that you really did want them all along, forcing himself to tease you instead as he takes in the way you begin to break slowly, your hips attempting to chase pleasure, only to be stopped by Taehyun’s firm grip on your hip.
“I could do so many things to you,” he mutters softly, placing a chaste kiss on your shoulder before he continues, “All you have to do is tell me.”
Fuck, where do you even begin? All the things you’ve ever thought about these two boys were reserved for the dark hours of the night when you couldn’t control your wandering mind, never to be revealed as you always told yourself you’d take this attraction to your grave— but now, as you feel Taehyun’s fingertips continuously dip into your entrance teasingly, able to feel the way some of Hueningkai’s cum has already run down your thighs, you really can’t be blamed for the way Taehyun’s sparkling doe eyes are able to extract the words from you without a second thought.
“Thought of riding you while I did your makeup,” you whimpered out pathetically, the confession enough to make your face feel like it was on fire— Taehyun, however, thinks the image might just make him cum on the spot, so he doesn’t have it in him to be apologetic as he quickly guides you back to his makeup chair and makes you hover over him.
“Well? What’re you waiting for?” He asks breathlessly, straddling his lap and staring down at him with wide eyes as he keeps his hands on your waist, having yet to find release as he feels his cock straining painfully against his sweats, “Now’s your chance, cutie.”
You stare at Taehyun— at his smudged makeup, his flushed cheeks, and his eyes that are blown open with need— and nod meekly, your hand reaching to take him out before you’re lining him up with your entrance, brows furrowing slightly as you properly take in his size.
That does little to hinder you; the way you sink on Taehyun is fucking painfully slow, and the said man is cursing in your ear as he feels the way you clench around him, your and Hueningkai’s release already coating his dick and making a mess of the chair as you stare at him with bleary eyes.
“Don’t you need to fix my makeup?” Taehyun asks, his voice a bit strained from the effort to not pound into you recklessly— cluelessly, you nod, your expression making Taehyun let out a breathy laugh, “Do what you need to— I’ll do all the hard work, pretty thing.”
You’re unsure of what he may mean until he’s nodding back at the makeup case behind you— letting out a soft oh, you reach for your supplies, shaky hands taking what you need before you’re turning back to Taehyun.
His hands are on the swell of your ass, smiling fondly at you before he begins to buck his hips up into you— softly at first, giving you the illusion that he’ll actually let you work, then becoming rougher as he watches the way your expression breaks, coherence leaving your eyes as you simply look at him with bleary, clueless eyes— your actions are oh so slow as you try to touch up on his makeup, trying your best to not make things worse than they already are— but the task seems to be impossible with the way Taehyun fucks you, biting his lip and guiding your hips up and down to get you to ride him as well, already noticing a second orgasm building up from the way you help him out eagerly.
“Tyun,” you whimper out, makeup supplies in your fists as you place them firmly on his chest, “This isn’t working— I can’t… ah…!”
You’re interrupted mid-sentence as you’re finally coming undone on top of him— the makeup supplies in your hands dig into your skin from how hard you grip onto them, a weak, choked moan escaping you as Taehyun only continues to fuck you through it, not slowing down even after you’ve ridden out your high, going back to whining that you can’t do it, it’s too hard— too much.
“Yes you can,” he grins, taking in the way you only shake your head with satisfaction, “Okay then, can you hold out until I cum then? Can you be good for me, pretty girl?”
You don’t hesitate to nod at that; it has Taehyun laughing before it’s choked off into a moan, finally able to use you to his liking as he begins to fuck you rougher— shit… you hear him groan, and one look at him is enough to tell you that he’s staring at the sight in the mirror behind you— taking in how pretty you look as you bounce on his cock, hands desperately holding onto him as you tuck your head into his shoulder— The feeling of your lips sucking absentmindedly at his skin is enough to set him off, bottoming out inside you and groaning at the way his cum spurts inside you, barely able to stay in from how full you already are.
Gradually, his pace slows down to nothing but a slow grind— you’re attempting to regain your breath once you finally sit up, still perched prettily on his cock as you begin to touch up his makeup with shaky hands.
“Hmm? That’s unfair,” Hueningkai’s sudden voice has your head snapping up, looking to where he stands as he taps a finger at his collarbone, “Why didn’t I get one of those?”
Your eyes widen as you’re turning back to Taehyun at break-neck speed— sure enough, you’ve left a mark, and you can already feel your stomach sinking at the thought of having to cover that up.
“Relax, our outfits are pretty covered,” Taehyun scoffs, reading your expression with a playful roll of his eyes, “But I wouldn’t really mind having others see it.”
“No fair, can I get one?” Hueningkai pouts, even more so when you deny him shyly, focusing on your task and pretending as though you’re currently not sitting firmly on Taehyun’s cock with both their cum leaking out of you.
“Baby,” Hueningkai calls out softly, making you turn your head as he captures you in another kiss— it’s even messier than last time, which you really didn’t think was possible as you’re left panting for breath once he pulls away, your eyes widening at the lopsided grin he sends you.
“Fix my makeup next?”
Fuck, they’ll miss their damn show at this point.
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Mirror Mirror
Summary: No Outbreak AU. After an upsetting encounter with a young girl at Sephora, Joel has to show his wife just how beautiful she is. Established relationship. No physical description of the character, just that she’s female and has hair long enough to gather into a ponytail. She = You. I just wanted to try a different format. Inspired by the many Sephora brat TikToks I’ve seen and my own depraved imagination. There may be a sequel later.
Warnings: Dom!Joel, Daddy kink (slight dd/lg vibes), throat fucking, choking, fingering, squirting, oral (m and f receiving), face sitting, spanking, mirror play, unprotected sex, creampie. So…just general depravity. 18+ ONLY. MDNI.
Word count: 3,692
This has been edited. I realized I missed a whole chunk of text 😩
“Joel, have you been using my good shampoo? I just bought this bottle and I’m almost out.”
Joel Miller’s wife appears behind where he’s sitting on the couch, shampoo bottle in hand. She walks around to stand in front of him, brandishing the mostly empty bottle.
“Oh…yeah,” he admits sheepishly. “I like the way it makes my hair look.”
“No wonder you’ve been extra irresistible lately,” she giggles, tousling his very soft hair. “I’m gonna make a run to Sephora to get more. I’ll just get a bigger bottle.”
She grabs her purse, gives Joel a swift kiss and makes her way out the door.
When she enters the store, she heads straight for the shampoo. She picks out the biggest bottle of Living Proof Perfect Hair Day they carry and starts to walk towards the checkout counter. She passes a Drunk Elephant display and notices that exactly one bottle of the coveted drops is available. She’s been wanting to try them and decides to grab one while it’s there. She reaches for the bottle, and her hand is about to close around it when another slightly smaller hand snatches it.
“Ha! Got it!”
She turns to see a girl who could’ve been no more than twelve holding the drops with a triumphant and smug grin.
“Wow, uh, okay. I was gonna buy that.”
“Looks like you’re not now,” the girl says. Before she struts away, she turns back and says: “By the way…no amount of makeup in this store is going to fix the ugly on your face.”
She’s taken aback by the girl’s unsolicited insult. She waits to see if the girl meets back up with a parent (or adult of any kind) but she doesn’t - she buys the Drunk Elephant drops and exits the store alone.
“Jesus, kids just do whatever the fuck they want now I guess,” she thinks to herself. She buys her shampoo and thinks about the interaction for the entire twenty minute drive back home.
Upon her arrival home, she kicks off her shoes in the foyer and makes a beeline for the bedroom.
“I’m just gonna put this away, I’ll be right back,” she tells Joel. She does put the shampoo away, but she can’t help but hold onto what the girl at Sephora said to her. Before meeting Joel, her confidence level was near zero. He spent a lot of time convincing her that she’s beautiful, but this little girl obviously saw something Joel doesn’t.
She stands in front of the beautiful antique mirror Joel had gotten her as an anniversary gift after she fawned over it at an antique store. She picks herself apart in the full length mirror, pinching skin between her fingers and looking for any sign of aging, no matter how subtle. The longer she looks, the more she hates what she sees. Her nose isn’t right, her skin isn’t clear enough, her pores are way too fucking big. Her bottom lip trembles and tears spill from her eyes. Defeated, she shuffles to the bed where she buries her face into a pillow to stifle her sobs. This is how Joel finds her. He rushes to her side, kneeling beside the bed and rubbing her back soothingly.
“Whoa, hey…what’s wrong love?”
She tearfully recounts what happened to her at Sephora and Joel’s face turns stoney. All the work he’s done to make her love herself, to see herself the way he does was all undone in an instant - and over a fucking bottle of overpriced skincare.
“It sounds like you’ve forgotten everything daddy taught you, huh little one? Maybe you need a reminder.”
She sits up on her elbow and looks at him incredulously through her tears.
“Does it really look like I want to fuck right now Joel? How can you even want to fuck me anyway? Look at me!”
“I always want you baby girl. Always,” he replies earnestly. Then, he lowers his voice and his tone becomes dominant. “And now, you’re gonna be a good girl and let daddy show you. Right?”
She can’t deny him when he speaks to her this way. His dominant affection for her never fails to get her going. She sits up fully and wipes her tears.
“Yes daddy,” she responds. He gets to his feet and takes her hand in his, leading her around to the foot of the bed. He stands her in front of the mirror and, standing behind her, slowly begins to undress her. He starts with her top, placing his hands at her sides and pushing the fabric up her body. She raises her arms so that he can pull the top off and he discards it somewhere to the side.
Next is her bra, and he makes light work of unclasping it. The straps fall off her shoulders and she lets the bra slide to the floor. He cups her breasts in his large hands, kneading them and pulling gently on her nipples. She moans softly, arousal overriding the self pity she’d been feeling. Joel’s eyes meet hers in their reflection and the look of pure adoration and love on his face makes her feel silly for her insecurities.
“Look how fuckin’ gorgeous my wife is,” he tells her, his lips right next to her ear. He kisses just below her earlobe and she tips her head to the side to allow him to nuzzle her neck. She shivers as he sucks her skin, leaving red splotches behind that will surely be purple later.
He hooks his forefingers into the waistband of her leggings (and, simultaneously, her panties) and drags them down around her feet. She steps out of them, kicking them away with the toe of one foot. He straightens up and admires her naked figure in the reflection.
“You see this body, hmm? I love this body.”
He brushes his fingertips up the curves of her hips and the sensation elicits another soft moan from her. He takes her jaw in his hand and turns her head for a kiss, his other hand dipping between her legs teasingly.
“Mm, wet already? And I’ve barely touched you,” he muses. He walks the two of them backwards until the backs of his knees hit the mattress. He sits and scoots back far enough to give her room to situate herself between his legs.
“I want you to watch yourself in the mirror while I play with your pretty pussy, okay?” he instructs. “I want you to see what I see.”
He rests his chin on her shoulder and she meets his eyes in the mirror.
“Look at yourself, not at me.”
Her eyes, which are still puffy from crying, shift back to her own reflection.
“Now, say ‘I’m a pretty girl.’”
She hesitates and he smacks one of her breasts. The action catches her off guard and she gasps, but an unmistakable pang of arousal follows the stinging and she whimpers quietly.
“Say it,” he commands harshly in her ear and this time, she obeys.
“I’m a pretty girl.”
“There’s a good girl,” he praises, now massaging the breast he’s just smacked. Soft, sensual kisses are pressed to her neck as his free hand squeezes the flesh of her inner thigh. “Spread your legs for me now.”
She opens her legs and he begins rubbing her clit slowly, teasingly. Her eyes flutter as pleasure takes over and he whispers a reminder to keep them open in her ear. She lets her eyes focus on her reflection and, to her immense surprise, she kind of likes what she sees. Her mouth is parted to let her breathy moans escape and her pupils are lust blown. Her eyes flit to where Joel is rubbing circles on her clit; his hands are beautiful and watching his long middle finger trace the sensitive bundle of nerves makes her eyes roll back.
“That is actually so hot,” she moans. He grins satisfactorily.
“I know it baby. Got me hard as a rock back here.”
He slides his finger into her slowly and she begs him for another. She attempts to watch as he fingers her in earnest, but her eyes eventually slip closed. It’s hard to keep her focus on the mirror when he’s making her feel so good.
“Keep those eyes open,” he warns. “Don’t wanna miss the best part.”
“S-sorry daddy. It just feels so good.”
“Mm, I can tell. You’re fuckin’ soaked.” He curls his fingers and hits that spot inside her that would’ve made her eyes fly open if they weren’t already glued to the mirror.
“Oh fuck,” she swears breathily. “Please keep going like that.”
He can see on her face that she’s almost at her peak. He brings his other hand to her throat and gives it a light squeeze. She likes how she looks with his hand around her neck and his fingers inside her. It makes her cunt throb that much more.
“Oh god…daddy I’m so close, please don’t stop.”
“Got no intentions on stoppin’,” he says in her ear before nibbling on her earlobe. She feels the pressure building and with just a few more curls of his fingers, the coil snaps.
“Fuck!” she shouts. “I’m cumming…oh my god!”
He removes his fingers and a spray of fluid comes out of her. She squirts so hard that it hits the mirror. Her eyes roll back in spite of the effort she’s putting in to keep them open and her mouth opens in a silent scream. Joel rubs her clit furiously and doesn’t stop until she clamps her thighs around his hand.
“Jesus Christ baby, I love it when you do that,” he tells her before pressing a lingering kiss to her lips. “Did you see how pretty you look when you cum for me?”
She had, briefly. And she had to admit, it was pretty hot.
“Yes daddy,” she answers. She’s a little sheepish as she admits: “I kinda liked it.”
He chuckles at this.
“As you should baby girl.”
He kisses her and she reaches her hand behind her to squeeze the bulge in his sweatpants. He groans and she squeezes him just a little harder.
“Fuck, get on your knees for me,” he says. The two of them shuffle off the bed and she drops to her knees in front of him. He rids himself of his t-shirt and she yanks his sweats down. He’d forgone underwear and his cock springs free when the sweatpants go past his waist. He gathers her hair into a makeshift ponytail in his hand while she teases the tip of his cock. She drags her tongue along the vein that runs on the underside of his shaft and he hisses.
“Don’t fuckin’ tease me woman.”
She smirks, looking up at him and batting her lashes.
“Sorry daddy,” she giggles.
“Don’t let your newfound confidence get ya a punishment, princess,” he warns. Heeding this warning, she wraps her lips around the tip of his cock and takes him in until her nose touches skin.
“Ohhhh yeeeah,” he sighs, gripping her hair just a little tighter. “Love that mouth baby.”
She bobs her head back and forth a few times, pushing him a bit deeper down her throat each time. She gags just a little when he starts fucking her throat, but she’s able to recover.
“God, fuck yeah, swallow my cock baby. You’re so good at this.”
He thrusts forward a few more times before tugging on her hair and making her look up at him.
“What are you?” he demands.
“I’m a pretty girl,” she gasps, voice horse from having his cock in her throat. He taps her lips with his tip and she opens obediently, allowing him to continue fucking her throat. Tears spill down her cheeks as she gags.
“That’s right; and whose pretty girl are you?”
He takes his cock out of her mouth long enough for her to answer, “Yours sir!” before shoving it back in.
“God damn right. Good girl,” he praises as he continues to fuck her face. The ache between her legs becomes too much to bear and she slides a hand between them to play with her clit. Joel doesn’t miss this and he moans at the sight.
“You like getting your throat fucked, huh baby girl?”
She manages to make a sound akin to “uh-huh” and he chuckles through his nose.
“My good fuckin’ slut.”
She gasps for air when he pulls his cock out of her mouth, drool connecting her lips to his tip. He runs his thumb across her puffy bottom lip and smiles at her affectionately.
“Fuck baby, that’s a stunnin’ sight: red swollen lips and tears runnin’ down that pretty face,” he compliments. He bends down and kisses her roughly before helping her to her feet.
“I want you to come sit on my face,” he tells her. This is his favorite position to eat her out in and he insists on giving her multiple orgasms before even considering giving her (or himself) a breather. Not that she’s complaining.
“Don’t you dare hover,” he reminds her as he lies flat on the mattress. She straddles his face and lowers herself onto his outstretched tongue. He wraps his arms around the tops of her thighs, holding her in place as he flicks his tongue over her clit.
“That feels so fucking good,” she moans. Joel’s eyes are glued to her face in anticipation of the moment she falls apart. That moment is going to come sooner rather than later; it only takes about a minute of him swirling his tongue around her clit to make her cum. He doesn’t stop there, cleaning up one orgasm and reveling in the taste while simultaneously leading her to another. He laps at her pussy while she unashamedly rides his face, chasing her next orgasm.
“Oh my g - fuck, please I’m cumming again!”
He moans into her pussy and reaches a hand down to wrap around his cock. He’s so hard he can’t stand it any longer. He strokes himself as she writhes above him, being anything but quiet. She falls forward and grips the headboard to steady herself. Joel sucks on her now swollen clit relentlessly and she orgasms again. He feels an immense satisfaction as she ruts against his face, babbling about how she can’t stop cumming. After three consecutive orgasms, she feels that familiar pressure building and she knows she’s about to soak him down.
“G-gonna squirt,” she manages to warn him. She lifts off his face in enough time to not completely waterboard him with the spray coming out of her. She shouts profanities, her thighs trembling, and she hears the telltale signs of him jacking off furiously.
“God damn princess, you are so fuckin’ sexy,” he compliments through gritted teeth. She collapses onto her back with her legs squeezed together, trying to catch her breath and recover from the intensity of the last several orgasms.
“Are you good?” he asks, panting a bit himself.
“Yeah, I just need a few seconds,” she replies breathlessly. He sits up and rubs her leg soothingly as she recovers. When she’s ready, she relaxes her legs and lets them fall open. He settles between them on his knees and rubs her pussy with the tip of his cock. Her hips jolt upward, clit still sensitive. He does this a few times until she’s rubbing herself on him in desperation.
“Please put it in daddy, I need to feel you inside me,” she whines. He’s as desperate as she is and he fulfills her request without hesitation.
“Fuck baby girl, you’re soakin’ wet. My cock went in so easy. S-so good, so tight, fuck,” he babbles. She loves how vocal he is and it gives her a confidence boost to hear him whimpering because of her pussy.
“You feel how fuckin’ hard I am inside this little cunt baby doll?”
“God yes, you’re stretching me out so good.”
“That’s what you do to me - make me so hard it hurts. Why do you think I’m always pawin’ at ya, huh?”
The way he’s snapping his hips into her renders her unable to answer. All she can provide are pathetic moans, her eyes rolling into the back of her head. She registers a smack across one of her breasts; the sting is delicious but the smack is still enough to get her attention.
“Answer,” he growls.
“Be-because…I - oh fuck - cause I’m a pretty girl,” she manages to answer.
“Atta girl. My beautiful…sexy…fuckin’…bombshell.”
He punctuates each word with a snap of his hips and she cries out each time. He fucks her harder and harder and she knows he’s determined to make her squirt again. She holds her legs back so he can go deeper and he leans in for a sloppy kiss.
“C’mon sugar, squirt all over me. Gimme that fuckin’ cum,” he says into her ear, his voice low and gravelly.
“Now, gonna cum now,” she pants in warning. He pulls out and she explodes, fluid coming out of her like a fountain and splashing against his chest. He rubs her clit with four fingers to prolong her orgasm while she writhes and shouts underneath him.
“Oh yeeeahh” he grits out when a few more spurts of fluid come forth. “Gimme all you got baby girl. Such a pretty little mess for me.”
When her hips still, he spreads her legs open once more and stuffs his cock back inside, going at it full force. He holds her under the crooks of her legs and grunts wildly as he chases his orgasm.
“You ready for my load baby? Daddy’s gonna fill this sweet little pussy so full.”
“Oh god yes, please fill me up daddy! Wanna be so full of you.”
“Oh fuck, here it comes. You’re makin’ me cum so hard,” he moans. He stills and shoots his load inside of her, groaning and rubbing her swollen clit with his thumb. She feels his cock pumping ropes of cum into her and his orgasm lasts for what seems like thirty seconds. When he pulls out, she doesn’t fail to notice he’s still hard. He flips her over on her stomach and pulls her hips back toward him.
“You see baby?” he says as he slides his cock back into her. “I’m still so fuckin’ hard. You make me crazy.”
He gathers her wrists behind her back in one hand and smacks her ass repeatedly with the other. All she can do is whine and whimper while he pounds into her relentlessly.
“Fuck yeah, take this cock. Daddy’s pretty slut,” he mumbles. He reaches forward and grabs a fistful of her hair, pulling slightly as he fucks into her forcefully.
“Who’s it for baby, huh? Who does this little pussy belong to?”
“Y-you daddy, belongs to you.”
“Damn right darlin’.”
Her hands grip the sheets beneath her hard enough to pull them off the corner of the mattress as he brings her to yet another orgasm. She’s lost count of the orgasms at this point.
“Look at how fuckin’ good we look baby,” he grunts, directing her attention to the mirror once more. She looks at their reflection and the sight is erotic. Joel’s body is flush, sweat droplets forming at his hairline. One hand is in her hair, the other gripping her hip. Her breasts bounce with each of his thrusts forward and both of their eyes are wild with lust.
“Oh fuck…so hot,” she moans.
“Yeah? Does my pretty wife like watching herself take daddy’s cock?”
“Yes sir!”
“And you take it so well, too. God, you’re so pretty with me inside.”
“D-daddy,” she whimpers. “I’m gonna cum again.”
“Nu-uh baby, wait for me this time.”
“Daddyyyy,” she whines.
“Don’t you cum until I say so,” he growls. As he chases his orgasm, his thrusts speed up and make it almost impossible for her to obey him.
“Look at me,” he commands. She lifts her eyes and meets his in the mirror and it’s all she can do not to cum right then.
“Please daddy, please! I need to cum, fuck, please!” she begs.
“I know baby, I know. Doin’ so good for me. Just a little longer, you can do it.”
He lets go of her hair and grips both hips so that he can pull her back to meet his thrusts. He can’t stop watching his gorgeous fucking wife take his cock in the mirror. She’s biting her bottom lip, her expression a mixture of pleasure and concentration as she attempts to stave off the orgasm she so desperately wants to have. His cock twitches inside her and she knows that he’s close.
“Cum for daddy now baby. Oh god, let me see you cum.”
She relaxes and lets the coil snap. Her vision goes white as her eyes roll back. She cries out and she hears Joel saying filthy things while he pumps her full of cum again.
“Yeah, that’s right, take this cum. My little cum slut. Fuck, I’m cumming so much.”
When both their orgasms subsided, he pulls out gingerly, his cock sensitive and spent. Her pussy is the same, red and puffy and still throbbing. They both fall onto the mattress, breathing heavily. She flips so that she’s facing him and gives him a soft smile.
“Thank you,” she says. He returns her smile and tucks a strand of hair behind her ear.
“For the confidence boost or the dick?” he jokes. She giggles.
“Both.”
“You always have been, always will be, the most breathtaking woman I’ve ever laid eyes on,” he tells her sincerely. He places his hand on her cheek and kisses her sweetly. “The only thing I can think of that would make you even more beautiful is if you’d let me put a baby in here.”
He pats her stomach and looks at her hopefully. Her face breaks out into a grin.
“You wanna have a baby with me, huh?”
“Yeah, I really do.”
“It’s settled then,” she says, snuggling into him. “We’ll try for a baby.”
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“introducing le sserafim’s only…” ⁰
le sserafim x 6th member!reader / 3.3k
summary. — “introducing le sserafim’s only extroverted member (ln yn) in 10 minutes or less.”
warnings. — reader is considered an extrovert / video format is inspired by @/jihyoruri’s yt series
🎬 — sleepy yn
“hello~” eunchae greeted quietly, the top of her face – the bridge of her nose, eyes, and forehead – the only thing visible on the screen. “we’re practicing for our debut today… which is going to be in around two weeks or so, if i’m not wrong, and–”
“cam’s too close t’your face, eunchae.” a voice – rough with sleep yet airy like a daydream – interrupts, and the younger girl blinks before moving the camera further away, revealing a bleary-eyed yn clinging to her shoulder.
“oops, didn’t realize that.” the younger girl says as she chuckled nervously, embarrassment tinting her cheeks with a light pink. “heh, if it’s not, uhm, obvious, i’m not really used to this yet.” she then sighs, frowning. “it’s starting to feel like i won’t ever get used to it.”
you also frown, raising your head from eunchae’s shoulder and sandwiching her face in between your hands. “you’ll get used to it, ‘nchae.” you murmur, eyes more wide and attentive in comparison to their normal half-lidded and hazy state. “you just have to believe in yourself.”
[oh she’s so cute-]
“m’kay.” eunchae responds, words slightly muffled by the fact that your hands were squishing her face. “c’mf you lef go mew?”
you blink, tilting your head. “what?”
the younger girl sighed – though, of course, with her cheeks pressed together, it was more like she was just blowing air out of her mouth – and took one hand off of the camera to pull down yours from her cheek. “anyway, as i was saying, our debut is in a few days, so we’re practicing for it.”
“more like we are practicing for it while yn daydreams.” yunjin snorted, plopping down beside eunchae and waving at the camera. “hello, everyone.”
“‘s nothin’ for me t’practice.” you murmur sleepily, once again laying your head on eunchae’s shoulder. “○○○’nnie said i was good to go.”
eunchae gasps dramatically, turning to you with wide eyes. “yn-unnie, you can’t just say her name like that…” she trails off, a brow raising ever so slightly. “can you?”
[lmfao not yn almost leaking her staff’s name 😭]
“don’t worry, they’ll edit this part out or at least bleep ○○○-unnie’s name.” someone says somewhere offscreen. “that’s what they did back then…”
“aw, does that mean that there’s a chance they’ll cut this part out of the video?” eunchae asks, deflating ever so slightly, a pout on her lips.
[don’t worry, eunchae, it didn’t get cut ⌃⌃]
yunjin, amused by the younger girl’s visible disappointment, laughs. “with you acting this cute, eunchae, i don’t think they’ll do that.” she says, petting the girl before looking up. “unnie, come say hi to our fans.”
there’s a sigh before a mess of black hair covers the camera, inciting shrieks and yelping from the two girls – eunchae and yunjin – and a whine from you, who had been rudely awakened by the loud screaming in your ear.
“hello.” chaewon greets, eyes bright with mischief. “i hope you’re liking the video so far and- oh wow.” she blinks, her brows furrowing. “being upside down is sort of giving me a headache, so i’ll be saying good bye for now…”
“mmph, why’re you guys s’loud?…” you murmur sleepily, eyes closing. “g’back to practice…”
[boss baby #2]
“okay…”
“yah, just who do you think you’re ordering around?”
“chaewon-unnie~”
“oh fine… urgh, those puppy eyes are so not fair.”
[they are definitely not fair.]
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“hello, everyone, i’m– mph.” you yawn, making you raise a hand to your mouth and turn your head away from the camera for good measure. “s’rry ‘bout that.” you murmur, rubbing at your eye as you blearily looked at the camera. “hello everyone, my name is ln yn and i will – hm – be your host today.”
[why does she introduce herself like this as if we don’t know who she is??? it’s cute though.]
“ev’ryone’s probably asleep right now.” you continue to say, stretching your arms up and humming quietly. “it’s pretty early ‘n the mornin’, ‘n they usually sleep late… ‘cept for ‘kura-unnie.”
you then stand up, picking up the camera in the process, and trudge outside, only to nearly bump into a more awake sakura. “ack-”
“ah, ynnie, you’re awake.” she murmurs, blinking at you with surprise and confusion on her bare yet pretty face. “i thought you said you were going to sleep in today?”
[oh?]
“that was b’fore manager-unnie told me i had somethin’ scheduled t’day yesterday night.” you sigh, scratching the back of your head and messing your hair up even more than it already was. “i jus’ wished she told me earlier… that way i would’ve slept ‘nstead of staying up.”
“is that so?” sakura asked, tilting her head with a curious look on her face. “that’s odd, manager-unnie always tells us at least a day before…”
“right?” you huff, crossing your arms. “‘s weird, but it’s whatever. i need to get ready to leave in a hour or somethin’, so ‘m gonna have to start gettin’ ready now.”
[does anyone else find the way she talks cute? no? just me? okay…]
“ah, hold on, ynnie.” she said, pulling out her phone and fiddling with it. “let me just call manager-unnie and ask if you really have a schedule today. maybe she got the date wrong.”
you said nothing in response, choosing to instead hum quietly as you watched the older girl contact your manager, occasionally looking at the camera and making funny faces in an attempt to entertain those watching.
after a quiet conversation – which would only last a few seconds for those who were watching – sakura pulls her phone away from her ear, a half-smile half-grimace on her face. “alright, ynnie, i’ve got some good news and some bad news. which one do you want to hear first?”
“the good news.”
“alright, so the good news is that you don’t have a schedule today.” she says, smiling as she watched you pump a fist in the air sleepily, something you did often whenever you were too tired to cheer loudly.
[mother kkura is back again-]
“and the bad news?”
“you have a schedule at around five in the morning tomorrow.”
[oh. that’s not- uh.]
“oh, okay… wait, what?!”
🎬 — clingy yn (sort of an extension to sleepy yn?)
“yn-unnie is the clingiest out of all of us.”
chaewon, confused, looks away from the camera to raise a brow at her youngest member. “what?”
[our pupu leader is so confused lol]
“someone asked who the clingiest member of le sserafim was.” eunchae explained, lifting her phone and showing the older girl the said comment. “see?”
“ah…” the leader was quiet for a brief moment, eyes fixed on eunchae’s phone, before she nodded her head. “yeah, ynnie, out of the six of us, is the clingiest member. in fact, she might even be the most clingiest person i’ve ever met.”
“like, there’s clingy, and then there’s yn-unnie.” the younger of the two said, giggling. “it honestly surprised me because she didn’t seem like the type to like physical contact when i first met her.”
“ynnie does looks cold on the outside but is very warm and gooey on the inside,” chaewon said before turning to the camera. “did you hear that, fearnots? our yn may look heartless, but she isn’t!”
[yn on the outside: ⛓️🌹💔☠️ vs yn on the inside: 🍫❤️🍰🍓]
“yeah! and–”
“hey, c’ld you two keep it down?” a sleep voice interrupted, sounding mildly irritated. “‘m tryin’ t’sleep here…”
[speak of the devil and she will appear…]
“ah, sorry, yn-unnie,” eunchae said apologetically, wincing as she looked away from the camera, presumably at the older girl herself.
chaewon, on the other hand, was not so apologetic. “you knew we were going to go live in this room, yn, so why did you decide to try and sleep here of all places?”
“mmph… ‘cuz the dorm felt too lonely…” came the sleepy response, making chaewon, who looked somewhat indignant only seconds ago, visibly melt like chocolate in hot milk.
[oh. my. god?!]
“see?” eunchae said matter-of-factly, crossing her arms. “i told you yn-unnie was the clingiest!”
“…who ev’r said i wasn’t?”
“she even admitted it!”
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to you, you were just hugging yunjin. to said girl, you were like a blanket. a heated and weighted blanket.
to everyone else? you were practically all over her.
[she’s laying on yunjin like she’s a bed or something 💀]
“yah, yn, get off yunjin before you squish her into the couch.” chaewon sighed, tugging at your arm in an attempt to get you to stand up. “we also have to go rehearse in a few minutes, so you’re going to have to get up either way.”
you whine, nuzzling your head further into the yunjin’s neck as you pulled your wrist out of your leader’s grasp and tucked it under you. “five m’re minutes, unnie, please?”
[oh she’s so cute-]
“we don’t have five more minutes, yn-unnie.” eunchae deadpanned, staring at you through the mirror. “chaewon-unnie just said that we only have a minute or so before we have to go on stage.”
“unnie~”
[ln yn uses the attack, “puppy eyes”]
“get up, ln yn, or else.”
[it, unfortunately, does not have much of an affect on her opponent, kim chaewon, who has become somewhat immune to her attacks.]
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“our manchae is so cute…” yunjin cooed, chaewon nodding her agreement while sakura and kazuha let out hums of agreement, their eyes alight with adoration as they watched their youngest member pose with an aloof expression on her face.
[our eunchae has grown up sm T⌃T]
“she always looks cute when she’s pretending t’be serious.” you murmur, nuzzling further into yunjin’s neck as you wrapped your arms around her waist. “‘s like a kitty pretending t’be a lion…”
[ah yes, clingy and sleepy yn.]
noticing how sleepy you were getting, chaewon sighed before separating the two of you. “yn, you can’t fall asleep right now.” she murmured, looking apologetic. “you still have your photo shoot left to do, and if you miss it, we’ll have to reschedule everything.”
hearing this, you frown, having forgotten that you would be the last one to get her pictures taken. “‘m sorry unnie.” you apologized, bowing your head and rubbing at your tired eyes. “didn’t realize i was about t’sleep until m’eyes closed…”
“it’s alright, ynnie, i’m not upset.” the older girl then lifted your head up, cooing upon seeing the frown – which was, admittedly, very pouty – on your lips. “i promise, once we’re back in the car, you can go right back to sleep.” she then smiles. “sound good?”
[AAHDGAJHS??? CHAEYN <333]
now a little bit more awake than you had been moments earlier, you nod in response, and chaewon’s smile visibly grew wider as she patted you on the cheek – it was something she did often, though you never complained because, well, she was the kim chaewon – before letting you go.
“i have no idea how she can sleep so easily like that.” kazuha murmured from behind the two of you, looking at you with awe written all over her features. “it’s really cold in here.”
[such is the power of exhaustion.]
sakura chuckled, smiling as she watched you talk animatedly with chaewon. “as long as she’s with one of us, that girl could sleep anywhere.”
“that, or i’m just really comfy.” yunjin simpered, wiggling her eyebrows at the camera and at the girls.
shaking her head, sakura sighed before walking away from the two younger girls to greet eunchae, who had just finished her shoot. kazuha, on the other hand, just smiled politely, choosing not to say anything lest it sound rude.
[kazuha: 🙂]
🎬 — extrovert yn (read: introverted extrovert yn)
“for being an E, ynnie is a lot like an I.” yunjin mused as you all ate dinner, chopsticks in the air and pointed in your general direction.
[this is the first time they have ever mentioned yn’s mbti btw]
“ah, that’s right!” sakura says, eyes widening as she clapped her hands together. “i totally forgot about that.”
“wasn’t kazuha-unnie also an E?” eunchae asked, raising a brow.
“i was, but then i became an I.” kazuha murmured, taking a sip of her drink. “i had always been gotten E-something-something before though, so…”
“i feel like it’s our fault that you became an I.” chaewon said, chuckling while also looking somewhat apologetically at the japanese girl. “sorry about that, by the way.”
[they converted an extrovert into an introvert lol]
kazuha giggles, shaking a hand and dismissing the leader’s apology. “don’t worry, unnie, i’m pretty sure i was more of an I deep down. i’ve always been half-and-half between I and E anyway.” she pauses, turning to look at you. “yn, on the other hand…”
“huh?” having been more focused on your food, you had been surprised when you looked up to see all five of your members looking at you. “what’s happenin’?”
[now that i think about it, yn never knows what’s happening- she has zero self awareness 😭]
“we’re talking about our MBTI’s.” sakura explained, leaning forward with a curious look on her face. “are you sure you’re an E?”
you blink. “uh, yes…?” you say, somewhat unconvincingly. “i got entp a few months ago, right bef’re our comeback. why?”
“yunjin-unnie commented on how introverted you act despite being and extrovert.” eunchae said, pointing at said girl. “and then kkura-unnie asked zuha-unnie if she was an E, zuha-unnie said she was an I, and chaewon-unnie apologized to her for making her an introvert.”
“ah… is that so?” you hum, nodding to yourself. “when i was searchin’ up stuff ‘bout my MBTI, it said that entp’s were the most introverted extroverts.”
[…someone fact check that]
“why couldn’t you just be an introvert?” yunjin playfully grumbled as she crossed her arms and pouted. “that way, we could’ve had the biggest introverted group!”
[that title belongs to fromis_9 but okay-]
you shrug unapologetically. “‘dunno, i was just born this way.”
[yn and her idgaf attitude 😭]
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“i’m back!~”
eunchae, upon hearing your voice, perked up immediately and scrambled to get up to go greet you. “yn-unnie! what took you so long? the vending machine wasn’t that far away, was it?”
“ah, no, it wasn’t, i just had to help one of the newer staff members.” you say, chuckling. “they got lost looking for the bathroom, so i had to show them where it was before making my way back.”
[…what?]
“a new staff member?” sakura asked, looking up from her phone. “did they ask you for help or did you go to them?”
at this, you blink owlishly, unsure of how to respond. “uh, it’s a mix of both? i saw them wandering around and looking lost, but i didn’t like, go up to them or anything. i just stared until they felt me staring at them.”
[yn: 😶😶😶😶]
“that… that’s it?” chaewon asked incredulously. “you stared at them and they just came to you?”
“well, no, they noticed me staring, i gestured for them to come to me, and… yeah.” you giggled somewhat nervously, having noticed that all of your member’s eyes were on you. “then i showed them where the restroom was.”
“wow.”
[yeah, wow-]
“that’s an extrovert for you…” eunchae murmured, eyes wide. “if it was me or one of the other unnies, i don’t think we would have done that.”
“actually, i would have–”
“shut up yunjin.”
[she got shut down rq 💀]
🎬 — random moments with the fimmies.
“doesn’t it hurt your neck to do that?”
you hum questioningly, peeking an eye open to see sakura standing above you with her hands on her hips, one of her eyebrows raised. beside you, kazuha giggled quietly, the slight shaking of her shoulders making you whine in complaint.
[she’s so- AHDSBNA]
“ahem.”
“ah, s’rry, ‘kura-unnie.” you murmur, rubbing at your eyes sleepily. “what’d you say? couldn’t hear you…”
sighing but not surprised, sakura shakes her head and repeats her question. “does it not hurt your neck to always keep it twisted like that, yn?”
[twisted is… an interesting word choice.]
“twisted?” you repeat, lifting your head from kazuha’s shoulder. “what d’you mean by twisted?”
“well, you know…” noticing the lost look on your face, sakura, once again, sighed before tilting her head to the side, her cheek almost touching her shoulder. “like this. every time you sleep, you always have your head tilted like this, even when you’re in bed.”
[????]
“oh, really?” you ask, frowning. “so that’s why chaewon’nnie keeps tellin’ me that i’ve got horrible sleepin’ habits…”
“ah, is that what she was scolding you about this morning?” kazuha questioned, raising an eyebrow with an amused smile on her lips. “i was wondering what that was all about. turns out, she was just telling you off for having bad posture when you sleep.”
[chaewon = mother]
you, on the other hand, weren’t amused whatsoever, which was made very evident by the sleepy pout on your own lips. “‘s not m’fault. i just… sleep like that.”
“hm...” sakura hums, her expression . “in that case, i suppose there’s nothing we can do but force you to start sleeping with proper posture.”
“proper-” you yelp as the older girl abruptly grabs your face, squishing it between her hands and making you sit upright. “‘nnie! ‘at’re yu d’in’?!”
[…what’d she say?]
“wow, you can barely understand a single word she’s saying.” kazuha muttered, watching with apathetic eyes. “not that that’s any different from how it normally is…”
[kazuha?!!)3$]
“uh, do we even want to know what’s happening here?” chaewon asked, standing by the door with a look of concern and exasperation on her face.
“probably not?”
“no.”
“maybe??”
“‘elp!”
[💀]
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“ack-”
chaewon frowned, her brows furrowing as she turned her head. “yah, what are you doing back there?”
“nothing!” came eunchae’s very loud reply, followed by a loud thwack!, a grunt, and shrieking.
[’nothing’… sure.]
“that doesn’t sound like nothing.” the older girl said skeptically, sighing and turning to her phone with a exasperated look on her face. “i’ll be right back, okay, fearnots? i need to make sure those two aren’t doing anything dangerous.”
she then stood up to leave, waving goodbye to the camera before walking away, and it doesn’t take long for those watching the live to hear yelling – shrieking – and wailing, though no one could tell who was doing what.
[what the fuck is happening off screen 😭]
and then yunjin popped into view, her glasses askew on her face and her hair messy.
“hello fearnots, how have you been?” she asked, dropping onto the couch with a groan. “ynnie and manchae started arguing over who are the last oreo a few minutes ago, which turned into a pillow fight that they somehow managed to get zuha and kkura-unnie involved in.”
[comments: what about you?]
“me? are you asking about me?” yunjin asked, pointing to herself with a look of surprise. “i was just minding my own business in the corner of the room until then someone – i think it was kazuha? – threw a pillow at me, so i threw it back, and, well…” she gestured to her hair and face. “this is what happened.”
[yikes.]
“yah, you little-! get back here!”
“aaand i guess chaewon-unnie got involved too.” the american sighed, clicking her tongue and shaking her head in mock disappointment. “honestly, as our leader, you would think she had more self-control…”
[damn okay-]
“huh yunjin, what did you just say about me?” chaewon questioned, sounding much closer than she had been moments prior.
”nothing!” yunjin responded, smiling nervously as she glanced at something off camera. “unnie, when did you get there?”
“it didn’t sound like nothing.”
[chaewon sounds so suspicious of them 💀 that’s totally valid tho]
“aha… ha… ha.” yunjin gulped, looking away from – presumably – chaewon and at the phone in her hands. “uh, i’ll see you guys later, assuming that i don’t die right now.”
“yah–!”
[and that’s the end! make sure to like and subscribe and to hit that notification bell so that you won’t miss a single video! cheers :)]
masterlist.
#sereneres#seren.writes#kpop x reader#le sserafim x reader#lesserafim x reader#le sserafim imagines#lesserafim imagines#sakura x reader#chaewon x reader#yunjin x reader#kazuha x reader#eunchae x reader#lsfm.yn
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Master’s Whore
Pairing: Vincent Phantomhive x Fem! Maid! Reader.
Warning: NSFW, Smut, Master x Servant (possible power dynamic), Cheating, Pet Names, Creampie, Unprotected sex (please wrap it and stay safe everyone!), Intercourse (P in V), Breeding kink?
Summary: Vincent fucks his maid just a room over from his entire family.
Word Count: 806.
Format: Kinktober Fic, Day 1
A/N:
Welcome to Kinktober! My first fic, posted on time. Let's see if I can keep it up for the rest of the month. Hope you like the first edition to Stitched's first Kinktober!I did try to keep this gender neutral in the beginning, but it's a little hard to with smut so you can see when I stopped trying to be GN and just made the reader female. I suppose you can say the reader's gender is still ambiguous despite their female body (and though Vincent calls them 'Princess').I tried to make a McDonald's joke at the end but I don't think it landed at all (I can't fucking believe I made a McDonald's joke in a smut fic)
If you think this fic is good, just wait for Day 2...
Here is the masterlist for all of my Kinktober 2023 works.
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Your eyes slowly rolled back as the master fucked himself into you.
"Shh, baby, I know you can be quiet..." He whispered into your ear.
You whimpered against your master's hand. It was becoming harder and harder not to scream in ecstasy from his thin fingers and thick cock. Two fingers were pressed against your clit, rubbing in slow sensational motions whilst his dick eased in and out of you at nearly the same pace.
You were trying so hard not make a noise. The consequences of being caught in such a scandalous position with Earl Vincent Phantomhive could be devastating. Not only was Vincent's happy family was at risk, but most importantly your reputation and job was at risk.
Imagine what people would think of you, the Phantomhive mistress whore.
But the thought of the dangerous consequences thrilled the both of you. Made you both all hot and bothered.
"Oh Master!" You moaned out.
Vincent squeezed your jaw tightly, a warning to quiet down.
"Oh princess, you know my family are just outside that door. Are you trying to get us caught?" Vincent tutted.
You whined and lowered your head slightly. You stood facing the door with the Earl right you behind you and inside you, watching and almost daring someone to walk in and catch you in the act.
Vincent suddenly picked up the pace, moving faster in and out of your desperate hole. You placed your hands over Vincent's, the one still squeezing your face, as an attempt to hide your moans and cries better. Vincent groaned behind you, feeling himself grow closer to his climax.
"Oh God, I'm going to fill you up so good my little maid." He huffed into your ear.
"Please Sir!" You cried, the sound muffled behind both your hands and Vincent's over your mouth. You were just as close.
It wasn't long before you and your lover made it to your long needed orgasms. As promised, Vincent spilled his seed far into your awaiting hole. Whilst your cum spilled onto the carpet under you. You'd have fun trying to get that stain out later, seeing as you couldn't possibly leave it for your co workers to deal with.
You sighed and went to stand up straight, but Vincent stopped you with a kind hand on your back.
"Wait Darling, we can't let all this cum go to waste." Vincent chuckled.
He pulled up your panties nice and tight and lovingly tapped your pussy through your panties before letting you stand up and turn to face him.
Vincent tutted again and sighed as you looked down at your cum on the carpet, he was stingy with cum, always insisting both your fluids be properly taken by the other. Vincent liked getting his and yours cum worth. Oh well, he'd just have to make up for it later. He pulled himself back into his trousers and smiled at you while stretching a bit.
He walked over to the door but before opening it, he turned back to you and grinned, "I'll want you again before the day is over, so I'll need you stay later than usual. You don't have a problem with that, do you Princess?"
You stood in front of your master, skirt still pulled up, cum sticking to your thighs and filling your cunt also covering the carpet under you whilst your legs shook. His words had your pussy clenching around nothing, again.
So obviously you smiled and slowly shook you head, "Not at all. Master..."
#stitched#stitched talks#stitched’s kinktober#kinktober 2023#vincent phantomhive#vincent phantomhive x reader#black butler#black butler x reader#kuroshitsuji#kuroshitsuji x reader#kuroshitsuji smut#vincent phantomhive smut#stitched writes
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