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Chapters: 10/? Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy’s Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply, Graphic Depictions Of Violence Relationships: Moon/Sun (Five Nights at Freddy’s)/Reader, Sun (Five Nights at Freddy’s)/Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy’s)/Reader, Sun (Five Nights at Freddy’s) & Reader, Moon (Five Nights at Freddy’s) & Reader Characters: Sun (Five Nights at Freddy’s), Moon (Five Nights at Freddy’s), Eclipse (Five Nights at Freddy’s), Reader Additional Tags: alien!Sun, alien!Moon, accidental abduction, Found Family, Alternate Universe - Space, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Language Barrier, Mild Depictions of Illness, gender neutral reader, Inspired by Tumblr, Minor Violence, Injury, Medical Procedures, Near Death Experiences, Implied/Referenced Death Summary:

Space has always seemed so far away until now…

Your life was mundane and simple; work, eat, and sleep. Taking small joys as they come to you and trying not to worry. Then, a summer night like any other takes a dramatic turn when you encounter a pair of aliens who had not anticipated meeting a human. In a panic you find yourself swept away onto their ship and now must navigate a universe of unknowns, starting with your strange abductors and the secrets surrounding them.

it’s definitely you | pjm

↳ Pairing: Park Jimin x Guardian Angel!Reader

↳ Word Count: 5.8k

↳ Genre: guardian angel!au, ANGST!, mentions of alcohol use, lots of mentions of suicidal thoughts and actions so please PLEASE don’t read this if it’s going to affect you negatively (read warnings for more info)

↳ Notes: hello!! new blog, first fic! i thought it would only be appropriate to post the first bts fic i’ve ever written as the first fic on my new blog. (so note: this is a REPOST from @njluvclub) also not very many people read it on my old blog so maybe it will get more attetnion this time. this fic does hold a special place in my heart. enjoy!!

↳ WARNINGS: there are heavy suicidal themes in this piece. please if you’re in need, don’t hesitate to call a crisis hotline. for the United States, the number is 1-800-273-8255. there is also a crisis number you can text if you don’t feel comfortable calling, 741741. if you’re outside of the US, here’s a list of international hotlines, click here. stay safe, my loves.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.”

The sudden sound of someone’s voice startled him, quickly backing away from the edge. One of his hands clutched at his shirt while his chest heaved with rapid breaths. His eyes closed temporarily as he attempted to regain his composure.

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Full Moon [Kim Namjoon]

When the love of your life - Dr. Kim Namjoon - makes an unexpected visit to your house after a long day of work, he couldn’t have come at a better time. But his unconventional approach to treating your period cramps have things taking a wild turn. 

Warning: mentions of blood, mentions of impregnation, mentions of birth control methods, mentions of menstruation, mentions of accidental pregnancy, mentions of unprotected sex, shower sex, period sex.  

Thank You: @just-let-me-be-your-lover .The moodboard is the most perfect thing I’ve seen in my life… 

The soft knock on your door has you groaning, struggling to roll from the spot on your couch you’d occupied for most of the time since you’d arrived home from work. Mood heavy and confused as to who would be arriving at this time of night, it isn’t until your eyes peek through your peephole and you see the bright face of your boyfriend - his cute dimples popping against his skin as he smiles widely - that your heart lifts slightly.

‘Joonie!,’ You croon excitedly as your door opens. Without hesitation, your arms automatically wrap around his chest and your body flings itself into his as he breeches the threshold to your apartment. ‘I thought you weren’t coming tonight.’

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Frost Impressions (M) | JJK

Granny Park’s Gossip: 

Now, don’t start thinking anything about Jeon. He’s a good boy, of course, my sweet Jimin wouldn’t be friends with anything less, and he’s a damned good P.E. teacher, but he’s a rapscallion if I’ve ever seen one. Always putting his foot in his mouth in one way or another. My lovely grandson already told me about how he’s offended that new math and science teacher down at the school, you know the one, got hired as a replacement when they fired the last one? Yes, her. And Jiminie told me that Jeongguk’s been avoiding her ever since, the hellion. You just gotta shake your head at behavior like that.

Alternative Summary: Jeongguk is so disgustingly smitten with his new coworker that he ends up making a terrible first impression, and neither of them realize they’ve actually been in love with each other for the better part of a decade. 

      ❄ Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

      ❄ Genre: Teacher AU / Gamer AU / Simultaneous (One-Sided) Enemies to Lovers + Best Friends to Lovers + Idiots to Lovers AU / Humor / Tooth-rotting Fluff / Smut / Heavy Pining / Slight Angst 

      ❄ Rating: 18+ / Explicit

      ❄ Word Count: 41.3k

      ❄ Chaptered AO3 link in case you don’t want to read the fic all at once or your app crashes: HERE

      ❄ CW and other tags: Jungkook is disgustingly smitten, Jungkook is a MESS, seriously the second-hand embarrassment that writing this fic gave me deserves it’s own warning, please help Jungkook, swearing, sexual innuendo, sexual tension, Jungkook can’t stop putting his foot in his mouth, disgusting amounts of pining, past bullying/harassment mention, horribly awkward situations, wet dreams, accidental exhibitionism/voyeurism, thigh riding, making out, masturbation, Jungkook is lowkey a freak, Jungkook has a sexy teacher kink (nevermind that he IS a teacher), more masturbation, love kink, oral sex (female receiving), sexual fantasies involving inappropriate places to cum, I spell Jungkook “Jeongguk” the entire fic, that’s not a warning I just wanted to make that clear, angry sexual tension, fat cock indeed, waking up from a “nightmare” lmao, footsie =) =) =), some sad angst but it’s really not that bad, just emotional, face riding, protected vaginal sex, mentions of unprotected sex, reader loves creampies lol, a whole lot more love kink, accidental (very minor) injuries, I really can’t stress the ‘love kink’ or second-hand embarrassment enough, I probably forgot a bunch of stuff and I’m sorry, I’m trying to remember everything I wrote, but if you see something not listed, let me know and I’ll tag it <3, but hopefully I got most of everything, anyway this fic is really, really, grossly soft and fluffy, tooth-rotting fluff, really,

      ❄ A/N: This is my favorite thing I’ve written and my favorite Jungkook that I’ve written, by far, and I’ve written a lot of Jungkook. I hope you guys enjoy this as much as I enjoyed writing it. Addendum - if you wanted to reblog and leave comments, or just come back to it later, but the app is crashing, I’ve been told that quick-reblogs work. 

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IM CRYING SO HARD RIGHT NOW

MY FAVOURITE BUG

The last part of BOYS WILL BE BUGS. You don’t need to, but you can read the other parts here: PART ONE and PART TWO

Sano Shinichiro x gn!reader

FLUFF, slight angst? 1.4k words

"So? What happened next?" The girls eyes were shining in interest as she leaned forward, lips slightly parted.

"The week passed incredibly fast. I bought my dress/suit with my last money. I was saving up for more art supplies, so it was extremely painful to watch the cashier take all of my money." You let out a giggle and look at the kids sitting in front of you.

Emma was sitting to Draken's left, while Mikey was sitting to his right. Their new friend Takemichi was sitting next to Mikey and his girlfriend Hina was sitting next to him. Baji was sitting right next to the couch, on the ground for some reason. But he wasn't alone, since Chifuyu also joined him.

"Shinichiro was stressed. He didn't know which flowers to buy and he even thought of buying a ring for some reason? I heard the guys talking about it in the art classroom and they told him that the ring was unnecessary." You look at your right hand, the cheap, but beautiful ring was adorning your finger. "He did buy the ring.. Though he gifted it to me later on in life. On our one year anniversary. Said it was a promise ring and that in the future he'd change it into an engagement ring..." The teenagers look at the ring on your finger. All of them had soft expressions on their faces. Hina, Takemichi and Chifuyu never got the chance to meet the eldest Sano, but from all of the stories they knew that he was an amazing person.

Baji always felt guilty for what happened and he didn’t want to face you, stating that it’ll be better for you to not see one of the two boys that were at fault for your lovers death. But you awaited with open arms, saying that you could never be mad at him, you understood that he didn’t mean for it to happen. He was just a kid.

"How did prom go for the two of you?" Hina asked dreamily. She couldn't wait until Takemichi and her could go to prom together. Thinking of all the possible ways he will ask her out.

"Well.."

Standing in your room you looked at the mirror. Fixing up the last details of the look. Until you heard someone knocking on your door. As you run towards the door, you start to feel anxious. What if Shinichiro thought that it was a mistake to go with you? He did ask other girls.. What if one of them changed her mind? As you open the door, you see a scared Shinichiro standing in front of you. Shaking slightly.

"I'm so sorry!" He suddenly yells and your anxiety gets worse. "I bought these beautiful flowers, but I didn't think about the fact that they wouldn't live for long since I drove with my bike here.. Though a few of them survived the ride!" He shows you the bouquet of flowers and you stiffen a laugh. There were like three flowers that were left untouched. The main portion of the bouquet was just stems.

"It's the thought that counts?" You smile and take the flowers out of his hands. "Thank you, Shin." You give him a hug. And as you walk away from him to put the flowers into a vase, his jaw dropped. You looked so.. ethereal. You were always beautiful. But now.. He pinched himself to check if he wasn't dreaming, thinking you wouldn't see him. But you did. You started to blush and looked straight to his eyes, sending him a smile.

"He pinched himself?! What a loser." Mikey laughs, but you know it's not mean spirited. Emma and him missed their older brother. Even to this day, they would come to the house you once shared with Shinichiro, for sleepovers. You gave them a few of his sweaters so they would always have a piece of him with them.

“What kind of flowers were they?” Emma asks, putting her head on Draken’s shoulder.

“White camellias. I have them framed. Here.” You nod your head towards the three framed flowers. “I pressed them with a book. Didn’t think too much of the meaning at first, but a few days later I realised that white camellias symbolize adoration.”

“Here. Give me your hand.” Shinichiro takes your hand into his and helps you to hop off of his bike. You thought he’d let go of it as soon as possible, but he didn’t. He squeezed it a few times and you saw a red colour painting his face and ears. “You ready?”

“Yeah..” you squeeze his hand back and the both of you walk into school. Music was already playing and could be heard through out the corridors. As you get closer to the school hall, Shinichiro suddenly stops and let’s out a shaky breath.

“You..” he clears his throat. “You don’t regret coming with me, right?” He looks at you and in that moment you realised that he looked more like a lost puppy, than a gang leader. “If you.. It’s not too late y’know? You can go with someone else, I don’t mind! Actually-“

“Shinichiro.” You interrupt him and squeeze his hand once again. “I don’t like events like.. prom. Or places full of people and loud music. I would rather stay at home.” You put your other hand on his cheek, stroking it with your thumb. “But I wanna do this with you. And no one else. Okay? I feel like I’ll actually have fun today. And the main reason for that is the fact that you’re here with me. Thank you for giving me an opportunity to actually leave my house and that damned art classroom to actually have fun and socialise.” You let out a laugh.

“No..” Shinichiro leans more into your palm on his face. “Thank you, (Y/N). For everything.”

“I didn’t know he was such a romantic.” Baji comments and Mikey kicks him, making Baji fall to the floor from his sitting position.

“C’mon! He would always dream about love! What d’you mean you didn’t know he was into romance.”

So many different type of emotions were clouding your mind. But most of the anxious thoughts were erased from your mind when you look into his eyes. Your hands were around his neck and his were around your waist. A slow song was playing, as the both of you felt like you were the only ones who showed up to prom. Slowly you put your head on his shoulder, breaking the eye contact and closing your eyes, finding comfort in his arms. It all felt too good to be true.

Was this the butterfly effect you were reading about not too long ago? An accidental meeting with a few random boys and giving them a key to an empty classroom led to this night. You gained four amazing friends, but also developed a crush on the awkward dark haired boy. What if that day you decided to skip art club? Whatever. That didn’t happen and that’s all that matters.

The song was coming to an end and you bring your head up from his shoulder and look at him. Shinichiro was blushing and smiling. He leaned forward a bit, his lips almost touching your ear.

“Can I.. Can I kiss you?” He whispers. It felt like you lost your voice. Your throat went dry and the only thing you could do was nod your head.

The both of you had your first kiss that night.

“What happened after that?” Hina asks. “When did he ask you out on a date?”

“That night he asked for me to become his significant other first. And after I agreed, he asked me out on an actual date.” You smile at the memory. “Remember the drawings I told you about?” They nodded their heads. “He actually got the bee I drew tattooed on his arm. On our three year anniversary.”

All of you kept talking for the rest of the evening. Even though he wasn’t there with you anymore, he lived on in all of your memories. And even though you couldn’t see him, Shinichiro was sitting right beside you, listening to all of the stories with a huge and proud smile.

BONUS:

Mikey runs around the unknown school. Damn Takemichi and him not answering his or Draken’s texts. A meeting was going to be held soon and they needed to get ahold of Takemichi as soon as possible. Mikey grabs the door handle and opens it with force.

Though he was met not with Takemichi, but with a girl who looked around his age. She slowly puts down the paintbrush she was holding and takes off her earphones.

“Uhh.. Can I help you?” She clears her throat. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen you in the art club before. Or are you new?”

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: 文豪ストレイドッグス | Bungou Stray Dogs Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Jouno Saigiku/Suehiro Tecchou (Bungou Stray Dogs) Characters: Jouno Saigiku (Bungou Stray Dogs), Suehiro Tecchou (Bungou Stray Dogs) Additional Tags: Mentioned Fukuchi, Mentioned Tachihara - Freeform, Mentioned Kenji because of chapter 99 references, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Fluff, Literal Sleeping Together, probably a little OOC but this is self-indulgent and I wrote it in a day, Post Vampire Infection, I just had an idea and needed to write it, Drawing, this is also partially based on an older drawing I did (which is included in the fic), Cuddling & Snuggling, Married Suegiku because writing “his husband” in context of these two is honestly so nice, Protective Tecchou Summary:

It is almost instinct to hold your loved ones close and keep them safe.

Or

Tecchou’s extra clingy after Jouno nearly died.

Fanart for @sugarpasteltmnt ‘s fanfic The Neon Void

Sugarpastels if you’re reading this- I LOVE YOUR WRITING. When I read the entire fic in one sitting I had to physically stand up and take a walk and hold my inevitable tears back. My heart was thrown into a blender in the most beautiful way.

if you aren’t Sugarpastels reading this, however, GO READ it when you have time. It is amazing.

Give You My Wild | Like a Cowboy Pt. 3/3

Rating: M (18+) | WC: ~5.1k (there is no plot I’m so sorry)

Part One | Part Two

Warnings: HEAVY BREEDING AND IMPREG KINK, historical inaccuracy probably, crying (during sex and not), size kink, oral (f.rec.), fingering, big dick gyu, lowkey somnophilia?? (idk its more like pussy put his ass to sleep now he’s calling you nyquil), cockwarming, dreams of pregnant sex, they want to have a baby i cannot emphasize this enough, feels v romance novelly to me 

Reader Notes: hands are smaller than gyu’s, has vagina and breasts, called baby, honey, sweetheart, wife

Mingyu watches from the porch, fondness and just a bit of exasperation in his eyes, as you organize and pack up the wagon. You’re about to embark on your pre-freeze fishing trip and he’d tried to help, but you like the packing done a certain way. You arrange by what you’ll need to take out first, keeping the tent closest to the edge and sustenance for the way there closest to the front, where you’ll be able to lean back on the bench and take something should hunger arise. 

He’s itching to get going, partly because he wants to reach the river by nightfall, mostly because he’s already envisioning what he’ll be doing to you in the tent after you arrive. And on the riverbank, on top of a blanket and under the stars. Perhaps also in the back of the wagon on the way there. 

He’s got an excuse now, or maybe an explanation, for his voracious appetite for you. 

You’d been cooking together a few weeks ago, pork tenderloin with garden grown squash. You were dancing a little dance to the beat of his humming and taps with the knife as he cut the vegetables on the butcher block when you stilled, a strange look crossing your face and your hands nervously wringing your apron. 

Mingyu had been scared something was wrong, that he’d done something to upset you, and put down the knife immediately. He’d crossed the kitchen to you, his humming silenced with his heart caught in his throat like it was, and took you by the hand, tugging you to the dining table. He sat in the chair heavily and pulled you to sit across his lap, wrapping his arms tight around you and holding you secure until you gathered the courage to speak. 

“I think I want…” you take a deep breath, looking away from him with teary eyes before finding his gaze again and continuing, “I want us to have a baby, Gyu. I want us to have a family.”

The gasp he took in was followed by more, quick breaths nearly mistakable for sobs as he pressed his face into your shoulder and let the tears gather on his lashes. Mingyu had wanted this for so long, since you married him, really, but you hadn’t been ready. Of course, he didn’t push you, resolved not to bring it up until you did, and he really wasn’t prepared for how he’d feel now that you have. He was sure you could feel his heart was trying to pound its way out of his chest with how closely he held you to him, but you didn’t seem to mind. You just rested your head on top of his and let your own tears soak into his hair, gentle fingers grazing circles on his shoulders. 

Once both of your tears dried up, the mood changed. 

It was like a switch flipped in him, realizing that the next time he made love to you, it would be with the purpose of filling you up with his baby. The herbs you took prevented it, but soon enough he’d get to watch your stomach grow and know that he’d been the one to make it happen. He’d get to rub your aches and pains away, fall asleep curled up around you with his hand pressed to your belly and tiny little kicks tapping against his palm, wait on you hand and foot once you got too big to easily navigate the house. All the things he’d been dreaming about, he would finally get to share with you.

He took you on the table that day, your legs caught in his elbows and his cock pounding into you, dishes clanking against the wood and flatware sliding off the edge with the force of his thrusts. After you climaxed and he emptied himself inside you, he’d knelt down and watched as your clenching walls pushed out his spend before gathering it all up on his fingers and pushing it back inside you, keeping you plugged up until your cunt stopped contracting around them and he was sure you’d be able to keep it inside. 

Mingyu’s gone wild for you in the days and weeks following, waking you in the night and sliding home once you sleepily part your legs, bending you over sinks and hoisting you up on counters, taking you against doors and walls, and once or twice, the railing of the front porch. 

Even now, as he watches you lift onto your tiptoes and bend into the wagon to rearrange the fishing poles, he’s thinking about pulling up your skirt, spreading you open, and fucking you full of his seed. He absolutely would if he wasn’t concerned it would make the coming journey more uncomfortable for you. 

The wagon bumps raggedly along the dirt road and Mingyu’s even more sure of his decision to hold off until you make it to the river. The idea was tempting but not worth causing you further discomfort, your sweet attempts to hide your winces unsuccessful. Wagons are not the most glamorous form of travel, but they’re the only option when one lives as far from the city as Mingyu and you do. 

There’s not much longer to go now, about an hour, and Mingyu is pleased to estimate about two hours of sunlight left, just enough time to arrive and set up camp. He has a lot of plans for this trip, all of which start and end with you, and he’s getting more and more excited to see them through. 

Mingyu heaves a sigh of exhaustion and sets his hands on his hips as he looks around your little section of the riverbank. The tent has been pitched, the smoker built, the food hung up and away, and he thinks there’s just enough time to watch the sun set on your naked skin. You’re on your hands and knees arranging the bedding underneath the canvas shelter and Mingyu makes his way over, rocks clacking against each other under his heavy steps, his boots landing harder as he nears you so he can ensure you’re not startled by his appearance. You sit back on your knees just as he approaches, turning around to beam at him and proudly present your hard work. 

The tent looks so cozy, duvet and pillows placed carefully and extra quilts stacked to the side for the inevitable drop in temperature.  Mingyu’s already looking forward to crawling in and pulling you close, wrapping you up in his arms and keeping you warm with the heat of his body. “Good work, darlin’. We’ll sleep well tonight but I’ll be sure to wear you out, just in case,” he flirts, knowing your cheeks must be heating and delighting in the way your eyes drop to the side, fondly taking in the bashful smile that graces your lips. 

You reach a hand up and Mingyu grasps it, pulling you to your feet and into his body, trying not to giggle at the way you stumble into him with a gasp. He forgets his own strength sometimes but this wasn’t one of them, no, it was intentional, all part of his plan to have his wicked way with you. You love how strong he is, how big he is, and he takes advantage of it, riling you up with seemingly innocent acts until you’re as hot for him as he always is for you. It works, of course, your eyes shuttering as a haze overtakes them, your fingers holding onto his for dear life and your other hand rising to rest on his chest. 

Mingyu knows he should seduce you a bit more, that you deserve more wooing, but he’s wanted you all day and you’re just so soft and warm against him that he can’t help but lean down and press his lips to yours. You melt into him with a sigh, your mouth opening as soon as he brushes his tongue over your bottom lip. He does take his time kissing you, something he believes is always worth doing, wrapping one arm around your waist and pulling his hand from yours to rest his palm on the curve of your neck, his thumb tracing over your pulse. It jumps when he moans into your mouth and he grins against your lips, your physical reaction to him as captivating as always. 

He follows when you start backing up toward the tent, his hands leaving your body to clumsily pull at the buttons of your dress, his lips forming a pout against yours when you push them away and undo the buttons yourself. “I don’t want you to rip them,” you mutter, your dress hanging open and your hands moving to unbutton his shirt. “Baby, I would never,” Mingyu protests, hoping you won’t remember-

“Gyu, I’ve had to sew buttons back onto three different things just this week. Don’t even try it,” you hiss, shrugging your dress down your arms. 

Your breasts shift with your movement and suddenly, Mingyu can’t focus on anything else. His hands still at his belt and his gaze grows heavy as you shove the dress off, each inch of skin revealed making his heart beat faster and faster. Every time he sees you bare, it feels like the first. Like sunlight breaking through gloomy storm clouds, like a steaming hot bath after a long days’ work, like the first bloom of spring after a blistering winter. You’re pure warmth to him, everything good and kind and beautiful in this world, and Mingyu will never get over the fact that you chose him to share your life with. 

He wants to thank you, wants to get down on his knees and worship at your altar, so he does. He tugs your shift off with impatient hands, takes you by the waist, spreads you out on the bedding you’d so meticulously laid, and shoulders his way between your thighs. The gasp you let out lifts one side of his mouth in a satisfied smirk, but the expression falls when he sees the wet mess of your cunt. His groan is guttural, pained almost, and he wastes no time before diving into you. He’s relentless, his tongue dipping inside you for a taste before sliding up through your folds to tap at your clit, the moans and whimpers escaping you muffled by your thighs as they clamp around his head. 

Mingyu loves it, loves being buried in you, surrounded by you, can’t get enough, will never get enough of you. He knows this well, revels in it, basks in the knowledge that he doesn’t need to get enough of you because he’ll always have you. You will always be his and he will always be yours, the matching rings on your left fourth fingers and the baby he’ll put in your belly evidence. 

You’re close already, your clit pulsing under his tongue and your hips jerking into his face, but he knows you like something to squeeze so he sinks three fingers deep inside, your pussy sucking them in immediately like you’d been itching for them. He wants, no, needs to feel you cum, needs to make you cum, his fingers curling in you to find that ridged spot that makes you leak like a broken faucet. By now, it’s easy to pinpoint, easy to rub just right, with just enough pressure to make you squirm as he fingers you open. 

He’s obsessed with your sounds, or what he can hear of them through your thighs. Your moans and whimpers and sighs might as well be music to his ears, and the noises that come from your cunt whenever he hooks his fingers or thrusts them in and out practically make him feral. You’re just so wet, goddamn drenched every single time he touches you, and it’s enough to send his head spinning, especially when he’s already got the taste of you in his mouth. He’s cum like this before, and he will again, but not today. 

No, today, you’re going to cum on his tongue and his fingers, then again (and maybe once more) on his cock before he fills you up with his load. He wouldn’t be shocked if you were already with child with how much he’s been giving you lately, but he plans on fucking you full until you tell him to stop, just for good measure. 

Your pussy starts its tell-tale quivering, your walls undulating around his fingers, your clit throbbing under his tongue, and he knows you’re right there, knows all you need is his lips around you and a good grind deep inside, so he gives it to you. He purses his lips around your bundle of nerves and digs his fingertips into your sweet spot, his deep voice mirroring the moan you let out when you tip over the edge. He keeps groaning into you, whining when he feels you clench so tight he can’t move his fingers. He’s not sure how your wetness is seeping out with how you’re locked around him but he knows he wants to taste it, drink it down, savor it, because your cunt is the best meal he’s ever had and the only one he’ll ever want. 

He’s still sucking your clit, so enraptured by your taste that he doesn’t notice you trying to wriggle away in sensitivity until you push him from you by the forehead. He apologizes swiftly, shifting up to plant a wet kiss on your lips before checking in with you. 

“You alright, sweetheart? You still want my cock?” Mingyu asks quietly, unwilling to disturb the bubble you’re floating in right now. 

“Good, Gyu, I’m good. Want your cock, want you to fill me up,” you gasp, your voice weak but your hands strong in their grip on him. 

“I’ll fill you up, baby, you know I will,” he breathes into your mouth as his lips press against yours once more before he pulls away. His feet had been outside the tent the whole time, a fact that makes him chuckle to himself while he unlaces and toes his boots off.

After clumsily unfastening his belt and shucking his pants, he drops to his knees and yanks off his shirt, the buttons undone by your fingers what feels like eons ago. The temperature is already dropping with the setting sun so Mingyu stretches out and covers your body with his, knowing his own furnace-like body heat will keep you warm. He also just loves feeling you under him, how soft and warm you are, how much smaller than him. He knows you love it too so he lets some of his weight rest on you as he takes you behind the knees and pushes your thighs up to your chest. This is one of his favorite ways to make love to you, he can get so deep and you get so tight, especially when he climbs on top of you and thrusts down with the weight of his body behind him. You love that, so it’s exactly what he’ll give you tonight.

He lets his cock glide through your folds until it glistens with your wetness, until you’re whining beneath him and trying to buck your hips up to get him inside. He won’t tease you further than this, but he can’t help making you wait for it, just for a little. He likes how it makes you as desperate as he always feels when it comes to you, how you whimper and beg and shake, how you dig your nails into his skin in retribution, and oh, the threats…

“Mingyu, if you don’t get in me right now, I swear I’ll-” Your warning is cut off by a sharp gasp as he splits you open on his cock, your cunt still tight around him even after he’d just been three fingers deep. The heat that swallows him is intoxicating, incandescent, and the moan you grant him with spurs a thrust that sends him even deeper inside, down to the root of his cock. He waits for your walls to stop fluttering around him, waits for your fingers in his hair and your voice in his ear, telling him, “Please, Gyu, please, fill me up.”

Your words are like a trigger, his hips bucking into you without his permission. He manages to angle them up at the last second, make it count, and the sound you let out has him thrusting into you again. You’re so reactive, so receptive, to everything he gives you, and it’s enough to get him close much too quickly. 

He doesn’t know how long he’ll be able to hold it off, was far too ambitious in thinking he could outlast you cumming around him after making you cum on his fingers and tongue, so he works a hand between your bodies and finds your clit with a work-calloused thumb. You’re so wet, he can glide circles over your swollen nerves with no friction, fuck his cock in and out with sounds so obscene, a blush rises to his cheeks. You’re making the prettiest sounds, your mouth stuck open with pleasure and your eyes squeezed shut, tears gathering on your lash line and threatening to drip down your cheeks. He’ll never not be infatuated with how you respond to him, never not love every noise that leaves your lips and every expression that crosses your face, never not adore getting to be with you in this way, to take care of you in this way. 

Mingyu is the luckiest man on earth, the most blessed person of all time, to have you. The knowledge makes his heart feel too big for his chest, brings grateful tears to his eyes, makes him fuck into you just a bit harder, just a bit faster. 

He’s getting so close and he can feel that you are too, in the clenching of your walls and the way your thigh shakes under his hand, and he knows that all you need is a bit of encouragement. 

“Fit me so perfectly, honey, gonna let me fill you up? Gonna let me give you my baby?” The words make his cock twitch and he can feel himself get harder inside you, bigger, and fuck, if you don’t break soon, he just might. 

“Yes, yes, yes, Gyu, want it so bad!” You throw your head back, one hand twisted up in the pillow and the other covering his on your thigh. Your fingers squeeze his and he’s quick to intertwine them, the difference in size shocking as always. 

The circles on your clit stop, but before you can complain he’s gently pinching it between two of his knuckles and fucking into you harder, his hips tilted so the spongy head of his cock can pound right into that bumpy patch inside of you. 

“Please, sweetheart, please,” Mingyu begs you to cum, begs you to fall off the edge before he does, and you listen. 

You listen, thank goodness, your sweet, hot cunt clamping down on his cock and sucking him in deeper as your walls try to milk him dry. It works, his balls seizing up and his dick jumping inside you, his seed flooding into your womb. His legs fold under your ass as he drops down to hover above you, bending you in half and leaning in for a kiss. You can’t kiss him back, panting as you are, but he doesn’t mind, pecking all over your face and down your neck. His teeth close on your collarbone just as his cock shoots one last rope of cum into you, making you whimper and arch your back for more. 

He’s discovered you like when he fucks you until he’s soft, so he draws his hips back and slides them forward again, his cum smoothing his movements even further. He’s glad you packed extra blankets because this duvet cover will need to be washed after he’s finished making a mess of you. His cheeks flame again as the slick squelch reaches his ears, the sound growing louder as you grow wetter. He keeps rutting into you, his softening dick drawing one last release from you before he finally pulls out. 

He covers your cunt with his hand before any more of his cum can drip out, shifting to lay on his elbows between your legs so he can see clearly as he gathers it all up on his fingers and pushes it back inside you. You look so well fucked, your eyes closed and your face slack in exhausted ecstasy, your cunt glossy and spread open. He would fuck you again if he had it in him, make you cum with his tongue if he didn’t want to keep his seed buried deep in you. Instead, he leaves his fingers inside and rises back up, sliding his arm beneath your back and pulling you into his chest. 

He thinks you may be sleeping, but he really should get you and the tent cleaned up, so he slowly withdraws his fingers and takes your hand, guiding it down between your legs. You know what to do, covering your entrance with your fingers and squeezing your legs closed as he pulls you into a sitting position and dampens a cloth with water from the jug you’d brought. 

He cleans you up gently, thoughtfully, smoothing the rag over your limbs and being especially careful with your inner thighs, where you’re sure to bruise from the force of his hips, before lightly running it between your legs. Mingyu loves this part too, having the privilege of caring for you in such a vulnerable state. It always feels sacred, as if he’s carrying out one of the most important of his husbandly duties, putting action to the vows he’d made years ago. To have and to hold. He’s had now, and now he gets to hold you. 

The washing of the duvet can wait until later, he just shoves it into a corner and takes hold of another, pulling it over you after carefully dressing you in your shift. Once you’re comfortable and warm, he sets about tidying himself, wetting a new rag and first cleaning your fingers before cleaning his own and the rest of his body. If this were home, he wouldn’t dress at all, but out in the wilderness, it’s simply unsafe to remain nude, so he pulls on his underclothes and pants. 

They feel itchy on his sensitive skin, on his spent cock, but it was all worth it. And it’ll be worth it tomorrow morning and afternoon too. 

Mingyu jerks awake, your finger poking his chest and your voice soft against the rushing of the water and the sounds of nature. It’s still dark, likely midway through the night, and as soon as he sets eyes on you, he can tell why you’d awoken him. You look dewy with sweat, your eyes hazy and warm and your skin warmer. 

“Need me?” He rumbles lowly, waiting for you to nod and reach for his pants before undoing them himself and helping you climb atop him. He can barely open his eyes, he’s still so tired, but with just a few grinds of your wet center on his cock he’s hard enough to fuck you. He only gets harder when you sit down on his dick, your cunt open enough from earlier that you don’t need any prep. You’re snug around him, still sticky inside with his cum, and his exhaustion only adds to his euphoria. 

He’s lost in a dreamlike state as you fuck him, his head lolling back on the pillow and his hips mindlessly bucking into yours each time you drop yourself down on him. He’s too gone to wish he could help more, too drunk on your warmth to think about anything but staying inside you for the rest of forever. His head spins, his fingers clenching in the blankets as you clench around his cock, but when you tighten on him with a sharp gasp, he forces his eyes open. 

You’re touching yourself. 

Fuck. Fuck, you’re touching yourself, your hand buried between your legs and your little fingers bumping against the base of his dick as you rub sloppy circles your clit. You’re not even looking at him, your eyes are closed and your head is tilted back, and he can just barely see the glint of your wedding ring in the moonlight that soaks through the canvas of the tent. You’re so beautiful, his perfect wife, who woke him just because she needed him, because she needed to use him. 

Mingyu didn’t know he would, but he fucking loves it. Loves being used by you, needed by you, and he should have known. It’s so obvious he could laugh if he wasn’t so busy moaning, his voice caught in a breathless loop of groans and whimpers of your name, pleads slipping out as your cunt swallows his cock over and over again. He’s getting so close, doesn’t even know what he needs to fall over the edge, but as always, you do, even subconsciously and, perhaps, selfishly. 

What he needed was for you to cum, and when you do fall apart around him, he’s quick to follow, nearly whining your name as his sensitive cock twitches and fills you with cum again. His eyes fall shut, his lungs burning as he pants as if he’d done any of the work, and when you snuggle into his chest, he does his best to wrap his listless arms around you. 

“Can I stay?” He breathes into your hair, waiting for you to nod and kiss his pec before almost immediately falling back asleep, his snores filling the air and his cock filling you. 

This time, Mingyu wakes you. 

He’d had the most wonderful dream, you were riding him again but this time, your belly was bigger, and your breasts were too. You were with child, his child, and it felt like the realization of everything he’d ever wanted. You, growing a miraculous little being that would hopefully look more like you, and him, holding you up and holding you close. 

And when he blinked awake, you were on top of him and his arms were wrapped around you, and if he didn’t feel that your belly was the same against his own, he almost could have pretended his dream was real. What was real was his cock, and how hard it was inside of you. 

He didn’t want to fuck you without asking first, so he set a hand on your hip and squeezed gently, murmuring your name until you stirred. 

Now, here he has you, both hands on your hips, holding you up and fucking into you just like in his dream. Soon, the rest of it will be real too, and he’s already nearing the edge just thinking about it. 

You’re so sensitive, he knows this will have to be the last time for at least half the day, so he makes it count, bringing a thumb to your tender clit and whispering all of the details into your neck in between kisses and bites. 

It’s not long until you’re shaking apart on top of him, quietly whining into his chest and digging your nails into his shoulders. It’s reflex by now, to cum when you do, and he can’t stop the wave of pleasure that overcomes him any more than he can stop the deep groan the spills from his lips as he fills you for the last time. He exhales thank you’s into your hair, petting at the parts of your hips that he’d gripped too tightly and rubbing his hands up and down your back to soothe you as you hiccup against him, your tears soaking into his skin. 

“What’s wrong, baby?” Mingyu asks, his concern clear. 

“I want it to be real so bad and I love you so much, that’s all,” you sniffle, your tears drying surprisingly quickly and your hands rising to wipe your face before he can. You smile brightly at him, then point over his shoulder, “Look, we literally made love till the morning light.”

Mingyu twists his head around, chuckling as he sees what you’re referring to. The colors of the sunrise seep into the cream canvas of the tent, giving your white shift and the blankets a dreamy glow. Love fills his chest and he can’t resist the urge to pull you down into a kiss, his lips soft against yours. 

His cock is softening too, and this time he can’t stay inside. He wraps his arms around your back and slowly rolls over so he’s above you before carefully pulling out. He doesn’t bother plugging you up, knows he’s filled you more than enough tonight, and dampens one more cloth to cleanse your skin of the evidence of the past few hours so you can enter the day brand new. 

“I love you,” Mingyu reminds you, discarding the cloth in the same corner as the old duvet and meeting your eyes once more. 

“I love you,” you respond, reaching your arms out to him and tugging him down into a hug. 

“I’ve gotta get to fishing and the laundry,” he breathes into your neck, “But you should rest.”

He grins as you pout but acquiesce, loosening your hold on his shoulders and playfully feeling up his bicep before letting him go altogether and snuggling back into the fresh blankets he’d covered you with. 

“Wear your hat,” you caution him sweetly, not wanting his eyes to get too tired with the light or for his skin to get sunburned. 

“‘Course, darlin’,” Mingyu beams, pulling on his clothes and lacing up his boots before leaning down for one last kiss. He ducks out of the tent, his height making this difficult, and peeks an arm back in, feeling around blindly for the hat, which somehow makes its way into his hand. 

Mingyu grins a little grin, feeling his canines press into his kiss-swollen bottom lip, and puts it on his head, his boots quiet as can be on the riverbank as he sets up his fishing gear. 

His wife needs some sleep, after all. 

AN: okayyyy i wanted to wait to post this until the anniversary of the first part but i figured i’ve taken long enough already! if you enjoy, pls reblog or comment with your thoughts and feelings!

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i cannot…. i cannot handle this…. you’re too powerful…….

let’s try this again. you asked for changbin thots— i am here to deliver.

i’m thinking about overstimulated binnie… his chest and face are flushed pink and he’s sweaty as hell his stupid fucking glasses sliding down to the tip of his nose as he watches you suck him off

he’s probably cum like four times at this point and despite his suggestions to eat you out, finger you etc (my man is just trying to get you OFF his cock aldnqljdkwf), you’ve decided that tonight is all about him—which means you’re gonna make him cum till he goes numb from the waist down make him cum till he cries make him cum till he passes out etc etc etc

and he does cry!! god he’d be so bad at hiding it too just sniffling mumbling whatever incoherent shit to try to get you to ease up on the torture and he’s trying to act so macho about it like he’s not and actively seeing god smh

I'm thinking one of two scenarios happening here; Either you're sucking him off in the studio while he's wearing like a thick black hoodie and sweats and those pretty little black rimmed glasses he wears sometimes - you've pulled his cock out just enough to get your mouth on him and he's all but squirming in his chair, head tipped back and puffy lips parted in awe at the way your mouth feels around him. And he's so weak for how wet and warm your tongue is, hot over his cock and licking away any cum that dares dribble out of his ruddy pink tip. (I'm saying it's pink just for Lyric, so if you see this - I saw ur reblog girl.)

And he's in shambles. He's actually whimpering, his ears and cheeks a bright rosy red that compliments his tanned skin tone so fucking well - flushed so bright because of how you suck the living soul out of him and refuse to pull off his cock even when he's already come twice down your throat. The next, he'll coat your cheeks and lips - and the sight alone of you with his cum all over your face will make more leak out and spurt over your tongue when you giggle up at him.

Or - He's in the dressing room, backstage of a performance and wearing those cute little wide-rimmed glasses that barely even have a frame but have the sparkles/glitter decorating them - and he's so cute, teary eyed and laying the thick muscle of his arm over his face because he's actually sobbing.

He loves when you do this to him; When you drag your tongue over the underside of his cock and look up at him with your pretty eyes, locking with his own that are glassy as tears stream down his round cheeks. And he's huffing, trying so hard not to cry but he can't help it when you're constantly overstimulating him. And where they guys could see, too? God - He's weak for you. Weak for the way you take him into your throat and swallow around the fat head of his cock until he's leaking all over again, dribbling cum over your tongue and forcing you to swallow it down. He's weak for the way you dip your head down to suck his balls into your mouth and lathe over them with your tongue, giving every part of him attention and making sure nothing goes untouched.

Well, he's weak for your mouth more than anything.

Bonus : There was one incident where he actually lost feeling in both legs because of how overstimulated he was just from your mouth and throat - and he's been so antsy ever since then. Part of him is scared it'll happen again and part of him craves that feeling one more time. Either way - he enjoyed it when it happened. He just can't find another excuse to tell Chris when he comes back to the studio to see Changbin basically immobile on the couch with you nearby just pink in the cheeks.