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fleetsonourgecentral · 2 months

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A request: Ebony celebrates Fleetway Super birthday along with the freedom Fighthers celebrathing Sonic's birthday (so Super and Sonic share a birthday celebration :D) but Scourge IS jealous because he doesn't get any gifts

Adfjdasfjds Scourge being jealous for petty reasons my beloved

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"This doesn't seem fair," Scourge grumbled, folding his arms and glaring at his surroundings like he could set the decorations alight with his eyes alone. Unfortunately, getting zapped by the Master Emerald didn't seem to grant him those powers, but hey, it was always worth double checking.

"Life isn't fair," Sonic said, smug smirk fully plastered on his face as he lounged on his throne for the day. The throne in question was nothing more than an old armchair fished out of the dump, and was covered in rips and clearly falling apart, but it was clean (thanks to Tekno's efforts) and it was the nicest chair the Freedom Fighters owned, so they made do.

Scourge was surprised they were putting in the effort at all. Sonic's ego was so big it was a wonder his head didn't swell and become too heavy for his body to carry; there was really no need to stroke his ego by giving him a throne.

For some reason, though, the Freedom Fighters, despite usually being extremely enthusiastic about keeping Sonic's ego in check, had decided today was an exception. It was his birthday, after all.

"How did you even get all this?" Scourge said. Thankfully, none of the cheesy "happy birthday" banners had been strung up on the wall - those were dumped on Ebony's doorstep - but in their place were custom-made banners proudly congratulating the Hero of Mobius on another year of victory over Robotnik. Over the top and unnecessary, considering the victory in question was mostly just his continued survival, and thus his continued ability to be a future pain in the ass.

Not that Robotnik didn't have it coming, but still.

"We made them!" Tails chirped from where he was stringing up another banner, this one declaring today as Sonic Day. "Tekno designed most of the banner so it would look cool enough that Sonic won't complain, and then Amy and I helped decide what they should say, and then we all painted them together!"

"And you didn't invite me?"

"We both know you would've told us all to fuck off if we asked you to help," Amy said, although the teasing smile on her face showed her comment was light-hearted instead of irritated. Gross.

"These aren't new, anyway," Tekno said. "We made these before you arrived, so you couldn't have helped. Unless you found a way to time travel. If you find an easy way to time travel, let me know?"

"Sure, whatever."

And now that Scourge was looking, the banners did seem a little worn. Small rips on the edges, colors dulled, the paper crinkled; obviously reused over the years. He nudged one of the banners crumpled on the floor with his foot, then picked it up to inspect it, holding it with his thumb and forefinger. Sonic's painted winking face greeted him, and Scourge sneered at it. On the back of the banner, he could see a cluster of signatures. Some he recognised - Tails and Amy - while some he'd never heard of - who in the world was Shortfuse? - and some... well, some were just initials, none of which he recognised. He certainly didn't remember any friends of Sonic's who went by J.L.

"Are you going to stand there, or are you going to help?" Amy said, lightly elbowing him as she passed, snatching the banner from his hands.

"What's it look like? I'm gonna stand here."

"No you're not. Help Tekno bring the gifts in."

"I'm not participating in this. You do shit like this then wonder why he's an arrogant dickhead."

"Is it arrogance if it's justified?" Sonic said.

"Justify my foot up your ass," Scourge said, just as Tekno dragged him away.

The pile of presents was bigger than it had any right to be. The Freedom Fighters didn't have much money - apparently fighting for the safety of the entire fucking planet doesn't pay well, or at all, which is bullshit and all the more reason for Scourge to find the whole thing stupid - so none of them could really afford to go all-out with the presents, but the bulk of the pile came from local civilians who had caught wind of the celebration and wanted to express their gratitude. Over the past week during their travels, civilians would stop them, shyly handing over presents and telling them they were for Sonic's birthday, a token of their appreciation for constantly saving their asses, because they couldn't be bothered to do it themselves.

No one said that last bit out loud, but Scourge always made sure to mentally add it.

Why they couldn't express their gratitude with some fucking cash, he did not know.

"Grab the presents by the table?" Tekno said, scooping presents into her arms. For what it was worth, although the pile was bigger than one would expect, at least most of the presents were small.

Groaning with all the contempt he could muster, Scourge shuffled over to the table and started tucking presents under his arms.

"Did you drop off everything at Ebony's?" Tekno said. Her voice was low, hidden by the rustle of the presents, only loud enough for Scourge to hear. Not that he thought Sonic could hear them when they were out here, but better safe than sorry.

"Whaddya take me for? Of course I did," Scourge said, voice equally low, although that was more for Tekno's peace of mind than his own. She'd shush him if she thought he was being too loud, but she was also really bad at shushing people quietly, and ended up attracting attention with her shushes more often than not. It was really counterproductive. Scourge didn't know why Sonic had let it slide for this long.

"Just making sure."

Scourge grunted, but he did give the rest of the presents an obligatory once-over, just to be sure there weren't any that shouldn't be there.

Super's birthday fell on the same day as Sonic's. It was why all the cheesy banners had been dumped on Ebony instead of in the trash where they belonged. The Freedom Fighters - okay, mostly Tekno - thought it was a good idea to send a few presents over from all of them, as a gesture of goodwill and minor bribery to please not turn evil and try to kill them all again. It was a plan Sonic had been conveniently left out of; even with their less strained relationship (although that really wasn't saying much) it was blatantly obvious he still wasn't fond of Super. He wouldn't stop them from giving him birthday presents, or wanting to wish him a happy birthday, but he would wrinkle his nose and mutter a comment under his breath, which was apparently a problem, although Scourge hadn't figured out why.

Ebony had asked if they wanted to stop by, even tentatively offered a joint birthday celebration if that would make things easier, but she was swiftly turned down. Presents were a safe bet, the Freedom Fighters had agreed, because they could be dropped off at any time, and Sonic would never have to know, and they could wish Super a happy birthday without ever leaving Sonic's side on the actual day. And they could send Scourge to be their little delivery boy so none of them would have to do it; despite the olive branch, Tails and Amy were still wary of Super. Apparently Scourge and (somehow) Tekno were the only ones who weren't little bitches about him.

Well, Sonic wasn't a little bitch exactly, but he wasn't as cool and casual about Super as he wanted to be. So he didn't count.

"I'm just saying," Scourge said, hefting as many presents into his arms as he could, "if you're going to make the decorations look like a 'congrats on kicking ass without dying' celebration, we should all be getting presents."

"It's not your birthday, though."

"I'm his boyfriend, though. Shouldn't I get, like, a solidarity present?"

"No, because it isn't your birthday."

Scourge bit back a comment about how if Super got to have a birthday just because he was another Sonic, then logically, so should he. Because, well, it wasn't his birthday, even though all the celebration really made it feel like it should be. He thought birthdays for Sonics were the same across all dimensions - he was pretty sure he shared a birthday with Prime, eugh - but apparently not.

With another exaggerated groan, he shuffled back into the living room with the presents towering high above him, because second trips were for chumps, and dumped them at Sonic's feet. His own gift wasn't in there, but only because he'd already given it to Sonic this morning. The moment he woke up, in fact. Scourge wasn't about to be beaten by anyone in anything, including being the first person to give Sonic a gift.

Not that it was anything special. Scourge wasn't exactly rolling in money either, and Sonic was a pain in the ass to shop for. Humiliation had nipped at his heels when he handed the gift over, ready to burn him, but Sonic seemed to really like it - underneath the obligatory layer of snark - so it was fine.

Probably.

He eyed the pile of presents again, and tried not to gnaw on his lip.

Some of the civilians who gave them presents looked... well, not well-off, but comfortable. Not rich, not even close to rich, but able to at least afford something nice for the Hero of Mobius. More than Scourge could afford.

More than any of the Freedom Fighters could afford, though, and Sonic didn't really give a shit about his fans outside of the inherent bragging rights that come with having fans in the first place. None of those civilians knew what Sonic liked. The Freedom Fighters did. Scourge did.

He doubted any civilian signatures were on the back of the banner he picked up.

A party thrown by civilians probably wouldn't look like this at all. That would be far more elaborate, with more people pitching in to help, even more vomit-worthy banners and decorations hung from every wall and banister, singing the praises of Sonic the Hedgehog. Over the top, and licking his ass, and making a huge deal out of him. Exactly the kind of celebration Sonic would like; he always loved it when people lavished him with praise for his efforts in saving the world, the arrogant bastard.

Sonic didn't have any of that, this year. Oh, sure, the party would stroke his ego, but it wasn't lavish. Compared to what he could have, it was almost humble.

But. He didn't look upset by it. Didn't even feign annoyance that it wasn't as big as it could be.

Scourge couldn't remember any of his own birthdays looking like this growing up. No friends surrounding him, bickering as they hung birthday banners or fetched presents or argued over the cake. No shitty birthday chair fished out of the dump. No lavish party to sing his praises. His birthdays weren't humble like this one, but they weren't extravagant, either.

They were... cold. Empty. There was no soul in the presents, no warmth in the candle of the cake. No signatures on the back of a hand-made birthday banner.

Scourge swallowed down the ugly feeling in his stomach.

Whatever. He didn't need any of that shit. He was Scourge the fucking Hedgehog, he knew exactly how great he was. Who needed a giant party? Not him. He wasn't that fragile.

"Scowl any harder and your face will get stuck."

Scourge flipped Sonic off without even looking. "Eat shit, birthday boy."

"Are you sulking because Pixel Brain jumped on you this morning when he came to wish me a happy birthday?"

"He crushed my fucking ribs," Scourge complained, glad for something to focus on. The interruption had been rude, and Tails was fortunate they were already awake; had he done that shit while Scourge was still asleep, he would've gotten an ass full of quills.

"Right. And you're definitely not sulking because you wanted to cuddle."

"I don't cuddle."

"Bullshit you don't."

"I don't. You have no proof."

"Then you're gonna start."

Before Scourge could say a word of protest, Sonic grabbed him by the wrist and pulled him onto his lap.

"Fuck off and let me go," Scourge snapped, shifting to get comfortable.

"It's my birthday," Sonic said, smirking his stupid, smug, victorious grin. "That means you have to do what I say."

"I'm not doing shit, you can't tell me what to do, birthday or not," Scourge said, leaning further into Sonic when he wrapped an arm around his waist to pull him closer.

"You'll get the chair when it's your birthday, if it's any consolation."

"Fuck the chair! What about my presents?"

"We'll see."

"Asshole," Scourge grumbled, biting Sonic lightly on the shoulder to emphasize his point, but he only got an amused chuckle in return.

"You're getting off when the cake gets here," Sonic said.

Huffing, Scourge snuggled further into Sonic. They'd see about that.

#sonic the hedgehog #scourge the hedgehog #fleetway sonic #stc sonic #fleet!sonourge #asks #fanfic #tekno the canary #HIIIIIIIIII I AM. SO FUCKING SORRY. I DID NOT MEAN FOR THIS TO TAKE THIS LONG #'i love writing' i say as i proceed to not write for months #chronically lazy..... but at least it isn't a 'well over a year' wait like some of my other fics.......#me: haha scourge being jealous for petty reasons!#scourge: thinks about how his birthdays have never had the love and care put into them as sonic's #me: oh for fucks sake #author write a fic that doesn't end up dabbling in the internal angst of these boys challenge: failed #i simply cannot control myself #sorry this didn't really have super and ebony in it #couldn't think of a way to include them that didn't involve a joint celebration/party. and i. can't imagine sonic would be happy about THAT #hope you enjoyed anyway!!!#and again i am soooooooo sorry this took so long

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housewifebuck · 8 months

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I CAN'T WAIT for clipboard buck / best man buck to help plan maddie's wedding 🥰 he will be insufferable to most but so precious to eddie (and me)

PLEAAAAAAAASEEEE buck's gonna be maddie's maid of honor too...

#I know damn well he is gonna INSERT himself into the wedding planning agenda bc he is so so obsessed with romance #and he probably needs smth to take his mind off pining for Eddie nonstop #and eventually theyre gonna be like buck we love you but for fucks sake it doesn't take three people to choose a floral arrangement #asks #anonymous #oh good god I want to write this as a fic so fucking bad ohhhh my god doh my goddddd

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littlefreya · 2 years

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Okay right! How about this? Watching serial killer documentaries with August.

And he is just sitting there spewing knowledge during the entire thing. Explaining the killers mistakes and missed opportunities and dissecting the fbi and cia investigations aswell as giving usefull hints and tips on how the suspects could have got away with it. And your just like 😀😀😀👀👀

You get more concerned when he starts quizzing you and is proud as punch when you get the answers correct.

😍aww

And maybe it’s this domestic thing he likes doing with you? You are in your pink unicorn Pjs and soft fluffy socks, sitting snuggled together.

August has his strong arm around you and his fingers are locked tightly around your shoulder. Every now and then when you point out some trivia about a certain serial killer, he nuzzled your temple with pride, the coarse hair of his stach tickling your skin.

#henry cavill #august walker #ask freya #oh for fic sake #August walker x reader

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mydemonsdrivealimo · 1 year

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goddamnit im writing the reunion show and none of you can stop me

#i was like 'oh but it's unrealistic' fuck that actually #jensen literally stays on call with aliyah for at least 2 hours once a week working on music with her #he still plays bass and piano monthly #idc if it doesn't fit into his schedule im making it fit and the reunion show is Happening #they'd want it to be in chicago but they do it in boston for jensens sake #HAHAHA they get all new promo pics for it and bryce gets to go with #poor man is dying bc oh boy is jensen all dressed up in his old attire and full glam hot af #for my sake they sell out their original venue and have to move to a bigger one a week before 😌#aliyah brings in most of the crowd but they have a few people come in from when the three of them were a band #i have to draw the new promo shoot don't i #ugh the more i talk about it the longer this fic is gonna be #anyway feel free to ask me about it im more than happy to answer questions :)#jensen valentine #open heart mc #aliyah #cyrus cy

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sillyrabbit81 · 2 years

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Okay i thought of a little writing prompt ask game and didn't know who to bug with it, so congrats babe!

So the idea is a you get a character and some dialogue for a mini drabble. The drabble has to start with the dialogue!

If you want to play then woohoo!

Your character is geralt (he is super excited to be here)

And your dialogue is

"It was a good idea at the time?"

Heya Lexi,

Thanks for the prompt!!!

Here you are, I hope you enjoy it.

A Mercy

❤️ Rabbit

#ask sillyrabbit81 #oh for fic sake #story prompt

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oh-for-fic-sake · 2 years

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It is ok I understand but is it ok if I write it for my own enjoyment then and if one of my brother's publish it as an act of revenge if I pulled a prank on one of them then I will take it down immediately and also I understand on how it will take ages for the next part and I have an idea for when reader goes into labour if it will help like she was hosting a little party for the handmaid's then when she was talking with some of them her water breaks and it turns out that Henry is at work when he gets a call if he is at a meeting then he leaves and tells them why and it is Aunt Lydia and the handmaid's who help reader give birth but it is June and Janine who are holding her hands and maybe as an act of kindness maybe it is y/n who arranges her visit with Hannah but it goes wrong like in the series then perhaps reader arranges for Mr and Mrs Putnam to go away for the weekend and looks after Angela and invites Janine over secretly for a visit with her baby then maybe reader gets pregnant again twins again triplets or maybe just 1 baby it is ok if you have written something for this but I would at least like to help you with anything so just DM me if you have writters block as I am doing nothing atm but studying for 3 exams music on the 9th of may English on the 12th and History on the 20th I have them sorted but like I said just ask me for help if you want or need to and remember to take some breaks from things or maybe if you need inspiration try watching the series again then read the testament which is the follow up book which I love btw I highly recommend and look at influencial women in history and I hope you have a nice day

While i cannot control you writing for your personal enjoyment i can say without a doubt that i would be livid if you end up posting (accidental or otherwise) a fic that uses the concepts, characters and ideas i have taken a considerable amount of time to come up with especially after asking me and being told politley i do not wish for you to do that. The beginning of this ask is very sketchy to me as you seem to already have an excuse for using and posting something i have specifically asked you not to.

As for your ideas for the story, i will not be using them. I have a very intricate story board and have every single chapter meticulously planned out to coincide with the events of the show and book.

Writers in general dont mind being given headcannon's, prompts and ideas for their stories- we normally welcome it but this seems a little excessive.

I understand you most likely have many ideas of your own but to this extent it seems quite rude. Im sure you are trying to help but it is actually hindering, it feels like i am being pressured into writing and posting the next chapter. Otherwise something might be accidentally posted on wattpad?

#oh for fic sake asks #oh for fic sake fics #oh for fic sake Wip

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izzy-b-hands · 1 year

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If you get this, answer with 3 random facts about yourself and send it to the last 7 blogs in your notifications, anonymously or not! Let's get to know the person behind the blog ❤️

Took me ages to actually finish this, my apologies to whoever sent it!!

1. I've been told my blood type multiple times, but can't ever fucking remember it. If I get injured and someone asks me I'm fucked lmaooo.

2. I've had a tick on me that i almost couldn't get off, even with help from my mum (called in to help bc i was 14 at the time lol.) She nearly considered taking me to the walk in clinic for more help before my ex step dad got pissed, pulled out his lighter, and put it up to the thing till it popped off. Burnt my stomach slightly in the process, but worth it bc Fuck Ticks.

3. I permanently fucked my back from years of carrying too many books in shittily designed backpacks and messenger bags (oh middle school and my handmade MCR messenger bag as backpack aksndkf.) Multiple docs I've had since abt 15 have confirmed it, but also say there's nothing to be done abt it, and tbh? even if there was, I'd rather die than have a surgery that invasive and potentially dangerous. Like, yeah, all sx carries risk, but that's my fuckin spine, man. What if they just fuck it up more lmaoooo

Apologies for all three of these being weirdly medical, my back and knees are killing me as i lay in bed rn and it's clearly colouring my answering ability aknsjdnfng

#text post #ask box things #i should sleep but im thinking abt upcoming things and Nervous and euggh #i came into my drafts to try and finish some fic then saw this and went oh for fucks sake at myself aksndnfnj

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mushroom-winners-proof · 2 years

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I'm that one anon that is willing to write Strelitzia x Vexen at some point so I hope I'll deserve final level of your asks

Also kh x soul Eater au sounds amazing

you def get the title Strelitzia x Vexen Anon LMAO well done matey you've made a mark on my brain :)

#snap chats #plenty of people have made specific marks in my brain whether on anon or not i def recognize regulars when i can identify em #all asks make marks on my brain i remember them all pretty well i believe #but you're an identifiable and reoccurring person so. Hi :)#youre beyond Strelitzia x Vexen Fic Writer though it's just a nickname #like how they called me 'ninja' in school for doing flips during dodgeball OOP #surprisingly it wasnt cause i was asian no one fuckin knows i am apparently #bonus points on that no one even knew my name ???? i think 'ninja' stuck so well cause they just didnt know my name #i asked one of my classmates and she was like 'oh no i dont know your name' LIKE. OK.#funny as fuck though i aint mad LMAO but yeah thats you :)#youre more than doing flips at dodgeball anon but for identity's sake we gotta go with SVX writer #that shit make me think of 'SFX' ffs but listen. nice LMAO #OH YEAH KH X SOUL EATER DOES SOUND COOL #anything x soul eater sounds cool its mfers turning into fuckin weapons #its the soul resonance bruh its the total trust in each other #DRIFT COMPATIBLE

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captainsy-cookiemonster · 7 months

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Was instructed to show you my latest creation

MINI GHOST! He is going to get a pistachio shell headset 🤣

I love him🥺🥺

He's adorable! 🥰

#Ask lisa #Lexi❤️#Oh for fic sake #cod ghost #Tiny ghost #Crocheting

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slightlyobsessedwithstories · 9 months

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43 for the fic writer ask game?

43. Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

The first one for sure. Look, everytime I like a character one of the first things I write about them is angst.

The most recent fic I've written involves both characters that I like being in pain or scared for their life so... yeah.

#And there are parts while writing the outline where I go “oh you're so screwed when this part is gonna happen”#like using the last fic as an example #That doorway was not mostly blocked in game. Peppino did not have to hurry to squeeze himself through the planks #Some things are written for the sake of storytelling and angst #a shy person talks #adorable anon #Forgot that's my anon tag #Haven't gotten one in a while #Thanks for asking!

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inlovewithhisblueeyes · 1 year

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🍃🌺🌙 If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better🌙🌺🍃

Thank you bb! I love you!

#oh for fic sake recblog #my friendos #ask me questions

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monamipencil · 9 days

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an ode to mingyu's tiddies

genre; smut, mdni <3 | warnings; mingyu's tits, reader is OBSESSED with his tits, reader has existential crisis throughout the entire fic, perverted thots, a mention of magic mingyu, mentions of food, mentions of fever (she's just horny af), mentions of public indecency, dry humping, tits sucking (m. receiving), face sitting, oral (f. receiving), mingyu is a shameless thot. | a/n; here she is. fought demons writing this. hope you guys like it!

you’re obsessed. to say the least.

the first time you actually noticed them was quite early into the relationship. he pulled you into a bone-crushing hug, effectively smushing your face against his chest. and you honestly didn’t mind dying like that, squished in between his pecs. nonetheless, something was awakened inside you that day.

and it doesn’t really help that mingyu loves flexing his muscles. his chest is one of his best assets that he shows off. especially to you. goddamn him and his damn tight-fitting tank tops. you can’t help but watch with an ajar mouth as he works out, his chest pushing out under strain. oh, how you would love to fondl- “take a picture. it lasts longer.” he smirks at you, leaving you flustered and embarrassed.

mingyu also notices the way you stare, or should he say, where you stare. pride swells in his heart each time you glance at his muscles. and well, he loves the attention. so he does what he does. he flusters you every chance he gets. with his tits.

he foregoes his shirt in bed. every. single. time. the first time it happened was not long after your epiphany. you didn’t pay much mind to it since it was after sex. but then, it became a routine. cuddling to sleep meant having his tits pushed up against your face or back. and, in some cases, you get to fondle them as you spoon him.

and you know what? scratch that. he’s entirely shirtless around you. all the time. might as well get naked and start living in nature at this point. and well, who are you to reject adam in the form of your boyfriend, mingyu?

christ’s sake. the things that he makes you think and do.

the very rare times that you are not bombarded with magic mingyu would be when you’re both outside. being his girlfriend also means being his workout buddy. it also means fighting demons that whisper the filthiest things about him to you as you help him with his workout. well, the demon might just be your brain.

you keep—try to keep your eyes on his face, sipping from your water bottle after your workout. and he does the same, maintaining eye contact with you as he hydrates himself too. mingyu can make anything hot. even the most innocent things like eye contacts or cooking. or maybe you’re just a pervert.

you internally sigh, breaking the eye contact and look around the almost empty gym. it’s pretty late, and only a few night owls are in sight. but empty enough to get away with him pushing you against the mirror and fucking the life—that’s enough. this man has reduced into a degenerate at this point.

with embarrassment in your veins, you quickly kiss his cheek, promising to use the shower quickly and reunite with him to go home. you again fight demons as you sprint to the shower area. you could just go home and shower with him. and have some more ‘workout’ too. shaking your head, you quickly take your shower.

…

“is everything ok?” mingyu asks, concern etched onto his face. you haven’t even touched the food he made, and you’ve been like this since coming back from the gym. you hang your head down in shame and shake your head, shifting on the couch. he’s worrying about you, and here you are, thinking filthy things about him.

his big hands wrap around your wrist, pulling you closer. “shit, you have a fever?” he tilts your face up and lays the back of his hand on your forehead. the other hand lays on your waist, feeling ticklish and hot on your skin. your skin burns more at the question. oh that? no, i was just thinking about getting folded in half and being fucked by you. nothing else haha…

“no,” you manage a grunt out, feeling shy under his gaze. “what are you talking about? you’re burning!” he counters. you sigh, and all the escape routes close, leaving only one path open.

with great courage and greater embarrassment, you admit, “just horny,”

“hmm? can’t hear you baby.” he leans in closer, eyes big with worry.

“i’m horny and i wanna fuck you.”

mingyu does a double-take at your words. you’re burning up for him? you’re almost seated on his lap now, looking at him with lust-clouded eyes and parted lips, and he feels the waves of heat seeping from you. the post-workout adrenaline is yet to wear out, and he feels so drunk on you. he leans down in a daze, slotting his lips on yours and pushing his tongue into your mouth right away.

you moan into his mouth, gladly accepting his warm tongue with your own. he pulls you onto his lap, resting his hands on your ass and squeezing them through your thin sweatpants. you tug on his hair, earning a groan from him before feeling up his muscles. mingyu shivers when you caress his back. then you rub his biceps, feeling the hard muscles before settling on his pecs.

he yelps when you pinch his nipple, breaking the kiss. you don’t give him time to think, pushing him back on the couch and removing his shirt. he breathes shakily as you palm his chest and thumb his nipples. a pathetic whine erupts from his throat when you kiss down his jaw, sucking on his tan skin.

you lick up a stripe on the column of his throat, and his hips buckle up, pushing his needy cock into your warm, clothed cunt. you nip at his sensitive skin, leaving behind patches of wet saliva as you descend down. mingyu grips your ass, pushing your hips down as he grinds his hard cock against your core.

you finally reach his pecs, littering kisses all over them but then he pulls you away, causing you to pout and whine. he matches your frustration, whining about his cock. “please, i need to feel you.” you huff, discarding your pants hastily and he does the same. you stop him when he tries to take off his boxers and he looks at you confusedly.

confusion turns into neediness when your hands wrap around his cock, freeing it, but you leave the boxers on. his veiny, hard cock rests heavily in your hands as you push aside underwear, guiding his cock inside it. but you don’t let him inside you, instead resting his cock against your cunt, and the thin material of your panty is stretched by cock. he moans, feeling the cloth pressed against his aching tip. his eyes roll back, feeling your arousal coat the underside of his dick when you grind against him.

you resume where you left off, sucking hickies on his pecs. mingyu lets you take charge, lazily grinding against your wet cunt. his mind goes blank, and his nerves fire up with the need to be inside you. your warmth is driving him crazy, and he can only whine as you move against him, his tip stimulated by the material of your panties.

mingyu moans loudly when you wrap your lips around his nipples. your tongue flicks at the hardening bud, sucking hard on it. your hand plays with his other nipple, pinching and probing at it. the sensation throws him off the edge, and he completely loses it. whining, he moves his hips at a faster pace. you release his nipple with a wet pop, only to suck on the other.

your wetness coats most of the underside of his dick now, but you’re still dripping. you whine against his nipple as mingyu grinds faster, and your pussy throbs against his length. with a bite to his bud, you pull away, gripping his shoulders and grinding back against him.

he rests his head on your neck, biting down on your skin to stop his whining. but it’s fruitless as he humps you faster, feeling his orgasm building up. you tug on his hair, pulling his head back to kiss him. you lick into his mouth, kissing him deeper and grinding down harder.

he breaks when you bite his lower lip, immediately cumming with a loud groan. his large hands lock behind your back, pressing you down, which causes the material to stretch over his tip. the pearls of cum oozing out his slit gather at one spot before oozing out the cloth as well. you groan in unison at the lewd sight, and you rub the cum, spreading it and rubbing his sensitive tip.

pulling him out, you rest against his chest and sigh. feeling sated even though you didn’t cum. he chuckles, and his chest reverberates at the action, causing you to look up at him with a smile. “what?” you kiss the corner of his lips.

“no wonder you’ve been ogling my tits for the past few weeks. you could’ve just asked, y’k?” he smirks, brushing his knuckles against your cheek, and you flush. so, he did notice. your cunt throbs again, and you gulp, feeling shy under his gaze. like you didn’t just suck his tits.

“caught you red-handed?” he brushes his lips against yours, one hand resting at the base of your neck and the other caressing your hips. you pinch your eyes shut, hiding in his chest, and he chuckles again. “i don’t mind, baby. you can be loud about your fantasies.”

he drums his fingers on your ass, humming, and you practically feel his smirk. cocky bastard. you huff, opening your mouth to make a sassy comment, but instead, you yelp when he moves under you quickly. he lays on the couch and repositions you over his face.

you gasp, feeling his warm breath hit your wet cunt. he presses a kiss over your panties, and you have to grip the couch to not lose balance and end up suffocating him. “you fulfilled your wishes. now it’s time for mine.” he whispers against your core, smirking up at you.

his wish? having you suffocate him with your cunt as he laps at your juices. (and that’s the only thing that has been running through his mind, watching you work out in the damn spandex pants.)

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