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mercy-burning · 3 years ago

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Fake Fiancée - Part 3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader and Spencer write letters back and forth, both of them slowly starting to fall in deeper. Category: Smut (18+) Content Warnings: Strong language, sexual themes, masturbation (male and female), sexting, face sitting Word Count: 6.3k

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NOTE: Hello!! Sorry this has been so long in the making, but for a while my inspiration for this story absolutely disappeared, and then I tried to think of how to bridge the previous chapters to the final one with absolutely no luck. And then I re-read Part 2 and got stuck on the letter, thus this chapter was born! I didn’t want to drag this miniseries out any longer than 4 parts, and the letter format combined with other inner monologuing and description really allowed me to do that in an interesting way that hopefully doesn’t feel rushed!

It was so much fun and very refreshing to write. I hope you like how it turned out!

Thank you all for being so patient while I get my shit together 😅 Love you guys! Enjoy 🥰

***

We've been sending letters back and forth for about a month now.

If I'm being honest, it took me about two weeks to decide whether or not I actually wanted to send one back, but could you blame me?

Here was this guy I couldn't stop thinking about after a one-night stand, only for him to catch me—months later at the same exact bar we'd met in—flirting with his friend. And then after our sexual encounter that night, all the things we said, the connection I thought we had, all of it...

He left it all behind the next morning, only to send me a letter in the mail.

I was pissed.

Sure, it was a nice letter, but the fact that he'd reduced what we had down to a piece of paper and scribbled ink had made me angrier than I cared to admit.

In retrospect, I may have overreacted.

Over time I started re-reading his words, and the more I thought about it all, the more I started to regret my anger. And more than anything, I just wanted to see him again. I couldn't stay mad at him, not when all I could picture was his pouty face and nervous hands. His sunbeam of a smile peeked through the clouds of my anger here and there, and the longer it settled, the more it bathed me in a warm light that should have made me happy. But all it did was make me long for him.

Once I'd actually started writing that first letter back, I wondered why I hadn't jumped on the opportunity in the first place. I mean, after all the cliché shit we'd experienced in our short relationship thus far, adding love letters to the mix was just as perfect as you could get, right?

Spencer,

I'm sorry it's taken me this long to finally write you back. Truthfully I wasn't sure I wanted to write you at all, but your letter kept drawing me back in. I couldn't stop re-reading it, imagining you sitting down somewhere and contemplating every word as you wrote them down. I wondered if you'd thrown out hundreds of pieces of paper after messing up when you could have just as well typed out a letter without wasting them.

And then by that point, all I could think about was just you.

I always pictured what your living room looks like, or your kitchen table, or your office, or wherever you sit down to write. I wondered if you looked like one of those hopeless writers in the movies that have a scruffy face, coffee stains on their white tee shirts, and messy hair that hasn't been washed in days due to lack of inspiration.

But in the end, the image that won out over all the others was just you as I remember.

I'm not going to lie, that image most of the time was your body above mine while I held my hand to your throat, but for the sake of romance I guess I should probably tell you what it was every other time— the outfit you were wearing the first time we met.

When I think of you, I think of your hand nervously clutching that beer bottle for dear life and the other one occasionally pushing your glasses up your nose. I think of your eyes every time they'd look away from me, probably to keep yourself from staring too long.

But the thing that always gets me the most is your smile— even when it comes in little flashes, after you've said something you probably thought was lame. You covered it up with that perfect smile.

I've dreamt of that smile nearly every night since I met you, and I wouldn't be opposed to seeing it in person again.

I'd love to meet you for dinner some time.

But since you did manage to "more or less abandon me twice now", I think it's only fair that you make it up to me first.

Make the next letter a good one, and we'll see what happens.

Yours, Y/N

P.S. I hope my handwriting is as pretty as you hoped. I'd hate to disappoint.

***

Y/N,

I'm incredibly grateful that you've given me a chance to redeem myself. Every night since I last saw you has also been spent wondering what your house looks like on the inside... What you looked like reading my letter (perhaps at your kitchen table?)

And this might sound silly, but I've also wondered what your bedroom looks like. You may be laughing at me, because I've been in your bedroom, but in my defense I was a bit preoccupied to really take notice of my surroundings— I was simply surrounded by you.

But since I've been to your home, I figured it was only fair that I invite you to mine, possibly for dinner. I don't know how to cook much— in fact I'm pretty awful at making anything that's not a can of Spaghetti-Os... But one of my co-workers is an excellent chef, and with a recipe from him and some practice under my belt, I'm sure I can pull it off.

But by "some" practice, I mean probably weeks or months of practice. So hopefully that gives you ample time to mull it over.

Perhaps in the meantime we can get to know each other through our letters. And who's to say, it might spare us the awkward "getting to know each other" stage of a first date. Though, pretty much every stage of every date is awkward for me, so it might not help at all.

Regardless, I'm very much looking forward to hearing from you again.

I do get called away for work quite often, however. So I apologize in advance if I can't get back to you as soon as I'd like.

But in any instance, you're still welcome to text message or call me. I know it isn't as romantic or personal as handwritten letters, but it's certainly practical.

Yours, Spencer.

P.S. Your handwriting is just as beautiful as I'd imagined it would be. And you could never disappoint me.

That being said, if you somehow decide that this letter wasn't up to your standards and reject my offer, I may just find myself in the deepest despair imaginable.

***

I was definitely way too in my head about this.

It was just a text. Sure, it was a risky text to send, but I had no doubt in my mind that it would be fine in the end.

So why was my stomach churning just thinking about sending it?

Some might have chalked it up to my fat ol' crush on Spencer, but I knew it ran deeper. It had to do at least a little with my history with Patrick... The man stood me up and sent divorce papers to my place of work rather than to my face... And as much as I liked to think I was completely over it, we'd been together for years, and it really did a number on me.

I didn't want to ruin this new thing with Spencer so badly that I was overthinking everything.

So even though I could see his face opening the text, my heart doing jumps at the mere thought of it, a bigger part of me worried that it would be a step too far in the wrong direction. I didn't want him to think I was only in this for... sexual reasons. Which, don't get me wrong, have been pretty damn great so far, but I really did want to get to know him and see where this went.

In the end I decided to hold off. I settled for something a little lighter.

Spencer,

Don't feel too bad about your cooking skills. I've been through my fair share of burnt frozen pizzas to know how you're feeling. So the fact that you've given yourself the opportunity to practice and learn a recipe just for me is extremely romantic, and I appreciate the thought.

I won't stop you from following through, though I'm telling you now that no amount of slaving away in the kitchen will make me change my mind about you. We could probably eat stale crackers on the floor and I'd still find you utterly fascinating.

Maybe that's a bit too extreme, but I hope you get my point.

Anyway, I'd love to come over for dinner some time. Whenever you think you're ready to show me those improved cooking skills, you just let me know and I'll happily make my way over.

In the meantime, I'm thinking of sending more with my letters. I don't want to give away too much, but I will say that I'm very crafty. And don't feel like you need to send anything in return, though I'll let you know if I ever change my mind.

Yours,

Y/N

***

In the bottom right corner of the letter, right next to her signature, was a red lipstick stain in the shape of... well, her lips. It was common sense to know that they were hers and no one else's, not just a stamp or a drawing, and rather her actual lip stain... But even without it, I would have been able to tell by their shape.

Was that pathetic?

I could hear her, picture her in front of me, hovering above me with red-painted lips in the shape of a smirk, visibly cooing as she called me names... I could feel the ghost of her fingertips trailing up my throat and tilting my chin up to look at her as she rocked her hips teasingly into mine...

The whine I let out truly was pathetic.

You pathetic, needy little thing, I could hear her say...

My hands clutched the paper so tightly I thought I'd tear it, but it didn't matter when all I could see while staring at it was her luscious, red lips... Her voice was right there in my ear, like she was really beside me, watching me...

Oh, God, what would she do if she saw me right now? Staring at her lipstick stained paper and subconsciously grinding down into my chair...

You pathetic, needy little thing...

My hips jolted with a small, broken shout of her name, and in no time the front of my pants were flooded with warmth. I felt her eyes burning into me from the void, sparking to life with amusement as her voice crept into the deep corners of my brain and whispered praises to me.

Ohh, what a good little whore... Getting off to the thought of me... That's it, sweet boy... Come for me...

By now my eyes had squeezed shut and the letter was crumpled in my hand, the other reaching down to add much-appreciated burning friction to my crotch as I rode out my orgasm. My whole body tensed and shuddered at every sensation, from Y/N's image behind my eyes to the sweet warmth that pooled in my underwear and soaked through onto my hand.

Holy mother of—

The next time I saw her, I was screwed. I wouldn't be able to keep a straight face. I'd surely go red the second I laid eyes on her, and she'd know right away what I was thinking and feeling.

Simply put, it scared and excited me at the same time.

She'd utterly and thoroughly wrecked me, and if she didn't already know it, she certainly would soon.

Y/N,

I'm not sure what you intend to send in addition to your letters, but if it's anything near the sentiment of your lip stain, then you might have to refrain in favor of my poor, fragile heart.

See, it aches for you. It's bad enough I think of you always, but the moment I saw the shape of your lips on that letter, my heart almost shot straight out of my chest. Maybe it was the familiar shape of your lips or the implications of its place next to your name, signed after the word 'yours', that sent me into a tailspin, but whatever the case...

I'm pretty sure I've completely fallen under your spell.

I suppose I should also tell you that my heart wasn't the only part of my body that came to life at your added signature. I assure you, it took no time at all for me to come undone at the thought of your lips pressing gently against the paper, imagining that they were instead pressing to my skin... I didn't even have to touch myself, really. It just happened. Because of you and you alone.

I hope that wasn't too forward, but I felt it necessary that you know just how much of an effect you have on me.

If I could see you again in a millisecond, it wouldn't be soon enough.

That being said, I am determined to spend as much time as possible to perfect this dish for our dinner. Because you deserve nothing but the best, even if you insist that you could settle for less.

It's the least I can do.

Yours, Spencer.

And a week and a half later, when I didn't get a letter back on time, I was sure I'd messed up for good.

My mind was racing a mile a minute, yelling at myself for even thinking for a second of being that detailed in a letter without any consent. Sure, she'd taken it a step up by signing off her letter with a kiss, but I'd been absolutely idiotic in telling her that I got off to it.

I was honestly well and truly prepared to show up at her house with a big bouquet of flowers and an apology so wordy and probably too long for anyone's liking, in hopes that she'd forgive me for making this huge mistake.

Thankfully, though, it wasn't needed.

My phone chimed as I was pacing, my lip near bloody with how hard I'd been chewing at it, and I saw an unknown number attached to a text message and photo attachment.

The photo wouldn't load (I would have to plug it into my laptop and transfer the image there to see it— a fact which always irked Penelope to the core), but with the sentences I saw above the file, I almost knew exactly what I'd find when I had the means to see it.

There. Now we're even... Who says text messages can't be romantic and personal? XXX, Y/N

I felt like Bambi as I scrambled to my laptop three rooms over, stumbling over weak legs with my phone clutched tightly in my hand. My heart raced faster than it ever had as I started everything up and retrieved the right cord for my phone. With a few shakes and stumbles here and there, I briefly entertained the idea of upgrading my phone.

I probably would have left the apartment to do it immediately after seeing her photo attachment, but the moment it loaded up on my screen, my brain and body lost all ability to function properly.

A familiar burn coursed through the lower half of my body and tightened my chest at the sight of her, open and exposed and... wet.

My laptop screen was completely taken over by the image of Y/N's pussy, visibly glistening and aroused. A manicured hand—her hand— was in frame as well, middle finger resting snugly between the supple skin of her wet lips.

The fact that I only tasted her once felt downright cruel.

I tried to imagine it again— my face buried between the softness of her thighs. As much as I wanted to lay her down and indulge myself as long as possible, taking all the time in the world to slowly devour her and truly explore her for myself, what ran through my mind then was something more in the vein of our dynamic thus far.

My mind wandered, specifically to a place where I was the one laying down as she sat down directly onto my face and gave me what she thought I deserved. My hands were tied to the bed, maybe handcuffed. All I knew was that I couldn't touch her, and it bothered me. So I whined, and every time the sound left my mouth, she would let up, lifting further out of reach and causing me to instinctively reach my head up to chase her.

You greedy little slut... Take what I give you...

Desperately seeking her approval, I told her I'd be good and rejoiced when she lowered herself down to me again, allowing me to me completely wrapped up in her once more. My tongue lapped and lapped, gathering as much of her as I could before she'd inevitably leave again.

But she never did.

Somehow I kept my quiet, even though it was extremely difficult, and ate her out like my life depended on it. She glided smoothly over my face, coating more than just my lips in her arousal, and it thrilled me to my very core.

Every time I breathed in I could smell her, every time she groaned out my name my stomach fluttered, and it wasn't long before she was clutching my hair, shaking above me while I drank her in and repressed my whines.

My hips were uncontrollable though, bucking up into nothing and begging for any type of stimulation.

But then suddenly it was there— Her hand, firmly wrapping around my dick and gliding over it beautifully with a slickness that she must have transferred from her pussy. I could still taste her as I cried out her name, her movements quickening with every second until—

I didn't even realize I was actually alone until my eyes opened, cum coating my hand, my heartbeat heavy and loud, and the laptop screen in front of me a shade darker signaling a long period of inactivity.

I'd done it again...

And now we most certainly were not even.

I glanced over at my phone—plugged into the laptop—and then down at my lap, and my stomach knotted as my next move rang clear as day.

***

I woke up the next morning to texts from Spencer, and my heart picked up speed, a gentle warmth blooming through my chest at the sight.

I thought maybe he'd thank me for the photo I'd sent. Maybe he'd return it with an influx of messages along the lines of Oh my god, Holy fuck I miss you, and the like.

But what I wasn't expecting was to see a photo in return, of his hand that I'd dreamt of nearly nightly, wrapped firmly around his cock and all of it completely covered in cum.

Below the photo were three messages in a row, and each one gave me more butterflies than the last.

Sorry for low quality. No smartphone.

Also sorry we're not even anymore.

But I'm not sorry I did it- you're too perfect to resist.

***

Dearest Y/N,

I'm sorry you haven't gotten a letter from me in a while. And I know we've kept in touch through texting and calling while I was swamped at work, though now that I have some time off, I'd love to write you again. As much as I enjoy our virtual conversations, I still find sending letters to be my preferred method of communication (only second to speaking with you in person, that is).

Which brings me to the main point I'm trying to make.

I want to see you again. In person. I'm not completely confident in my cooking ability yet, but if you wouldn't mind the potential of it tasting awful, I'd love to have you over. I promise you nothing but the best, and I know that's a high promise, especially considering I probably haven't sold you on the meal, but it's true.

I'd do anything to please you.

And I really do mean 'anything', I hope you understand that.

Yours, Spencer.

***

The thought of seeing him in person again after so long made my hands way shakier than I would have liked. It made no sense the longer I thought about it, because it was obvious that we liked each other, and seeing each other in person wouldn't be a problem. Because it'd never been a problem before.

It irked me.

Still, I knocked on his door and physically shook out my hands, praying I could keep my cool when he finally opened the door.

But I should have known better.

One second I was staring at a large plank of wood, and the next I was staring into frantic eyes, golden and sparkling just as I remembered, but with an added glimmer of fear that matched the shakiness of my hands.

I don't know how long we stood there, just staring at each other, but the longer we did, the more we relaxed. His fear was gone, and the shaking in my hands turned into a dull hum that longed to reach out for him.

Still, I refrained, settling on a simple, "Hey, pen pal..."

By the way he looked at me, silent as ever, I started to wonder if that was a stupid thing to lead with. So I opened my mouth to apologize, to say anything else, but he beat me to it.

"Y/N... I... H—Hi, you look... incredible."

"O—Oh, thanks... Thank you, yeah, I um... figured I should... dress up a little. I know we're not going out anywhere, but I thought it might be nice."

He doesn't need to know that, Y/N, stop talking!

I gave him a small smile and a nervous laugh in an attempt to stop myself, hating how I was so nervous around him.

Spencer didn't seem to mind, though. He let me in and closed the door behind me as I quickly glanced around his apartment. It was littered with greens and browns, books everywhere, and I'd never felt more at home.

"Is it, uh... What you expected?"

"Hmm?" I turned to meet him, his soft voice pulling me from my wandering eyes.

"My apartment."

"Oh! Yeah, it's very you... I love it."

The compliment had his cheeks turning pink, and there was nothing I wanted to do more than kiss them over and over again.

And just like that, once again we were caught just staring at each other. I didn't know what he was thinking, and honestly, I didn't know what I was thinking either. All I knew in that moment was that Spencer Reid was standing right in front of me, close enough to touch, and I wanted to give in.

I was so wrapped up in the idea of feeling him that I almost didn't hear him speak. I wouldn't have heard him at all had it not been for his lips moving.

"I'm sorry, I haven't started dinner yet..."

"That's okay," I reassured. Or, at least I tried to. Really, though, I think it sounded more like I was uninterested in what he was saying, my voice flat and lifeless as I continued to stare at him.

Suddenly we were closer, and I had to look up higher to see his face, butterflies swarming in my stomach at the way he looked down at me.

"You're sure?"

"Mhm."

"I can start it now if you're getting hungry."

Food isn't what I'm hungry for, is what I thought. I almost said it, too, because he was even closer now, his hands coming out to touch mine. If they were humming before, they were certainly blaring with life now, growing hot under his light touch. And it took everything I had not to look down, because it had been too damn long since I'd seen his hands in person, and I wanted them on me immediately.

He could tell, too. He could sense my urgency, feel the longing radiating off my presence, and I knew this because I could feel his, too. His eyes practically dared me to say what I was thinking, and so I did.

"Don't you dare."

It was hard to tell who moved in first, but it really didn't matter.

I was here, in his apartment, feeling his lips glide over mine with reckless abandon, and that's all that mattered.

His hands gripped my waist so tightly I would have thought he was trying to hold me in place, to make sure I wasn't ever going to leave his sight again. And if that was the case, I would have let him hold me there forever.

My hands, meanwhile, clutched at his hair, forcing myself closer and closer to him with every sharp tug. I reveled in the way he whined into my mouth with every little thing I did, whether it was a tug of the hair or a roll forward of the hips, or even a swipe of my tongue over his.

He was putty in my hands yet again, and just like every time before, it turned me into a fucking goner.

Being with Spencer wasn't like anything I'd ever known. And the only other thing I'd known was Patrick. He didn't want me, not really, and even though he was good to me in the beginning, it was never like this.

I didn't come over to his apartment with shaking hands. I didn't send him fucking love letters almost weekly, and I certainly didn't get kissed like this...

Spencer was drunk on me, and I wasn't any sober myself.

"That picture you sent me..." I mumbled over his lips, still keeping myself as close as I could while I got out what I needed to say. "Where did you take that?"

We kissed for a few more seconds, unable to stay apart, before he answered, his voice just as breathy and brimming with desperation as mine. "My office. Just down the hall."

I kissed him again, hard, and then pulled back to look him in the eyes. They widened when I said, "Show me."

He dragged me through the apartment on rushed legs, and I almost laughed at the urgency, only stopped by the realization that I was just as urgent. It occurred to me that perhaps my laughing at his urgency might just be a slight turn on for him, given our history with my playful degradation, but still I pulled back— Tonight felt... different.

It didn't feel like we were headed in the direction of me calling him my dirty little whore throughout the night, and it was something I was more than okay with. In fact, I welcomed it, excited to see where this new night would take us.

We ended up in his office, which remained more or less the same aesthetic as the rest of his place. In the middle sat a small desk with a laptop and some papers scattered about on it, accompanied by a tall floor lamp and a rolling desk chair.

"Where were you exactly?" I mused, gripping his hand tightly and buzzing at the way his fingers flexed against my own.

"In the chair... I pulled the photo up on my laptop."

"Right. No smartphone."

Spencer hummed in confirmation before dragging me along to the chair, and I fucking giggled as he plopped down and practically pulled me right on top of him, the chair rolling back a foot or two. I went down for a bright, messy kiss that ended with his hands clutching my ass over my skirt and my own cradling his face.

His growing bulge nudged right up into my inner thigh, and I groaned lightly in his mouth, my fingers dragging softly down his jaw and neck until I reached his shoulders.

"What were you thinking about?"

He raised his eyebrow, and I rocked my hips forward with a sly grin, hoping to get my point across. "When you were looking at my picture, in this very chair, what were you thinking about?"

Seeing his eyelids stutter and his tongue dart out at my movements sent a rush through me, and I moved my hips once more to emphasize my urgency.

"I... I thought about you... riding my face. You tied my hands..."

"Oh?" I sighed, rocking forward again and humming into his neck. "Well, that can definitely be arranged if you want it bad enough..."

"Please, Y/N, yes... Please..."

The need dripping from every syllable made it near impossible to breathe, and I was suddenly very inclined to give him everything he wanted. With or without the begging.

So I reluctantly peeled away from him and stood up on weak legs. Staring at Spencer as he sat there, leaning back in the chair with disheveled hair and obvious desire in his eyes, made it all the better when I took my panties off from under my skirt and motioned for him to come forward. "On your knees?"

I would have demanded it in any other situation, but I was feeling a bit more sweet this time around.

And he seemed grateful for it, sliding the chair back further and getting down in front of me. I reached out and played with his hair, trying my hardest to commit his beautiful face to memory. I wanted it burned there for the rest of time.

"Hands?"

Spencer offered his hands to me, and I hummed happily, doing my best to tie his hands together with a makeshift knot from my panties. It wasn't really tight or secure, but it was enough for him to whine as he set them in his lap.

He watched intently as I dropped my skirt—a bit redundant now, but I thought it'd be a nice way to get him more excited. Plus I wanted to see his face (or at lease what I could see of it while it was buried between my legs).

I stepped forward then, looking down at him with a smile while my hands reached out to comb through his hair. "You ready?"

"Uh huh."

The look in his eyes right before I came forward and hovered over his face almost made my come on the spot.

But as fun as that would have been, I was glad for the way my body held off and settled for a beautiful, burning increase of pleasure that dragged out the longer he swiped his tongue through my folds. Actually, I forgot for a moment that I was supposed to be moving, riding his face like he'd thought about.

I willed my eyes open and clutched Spencer's soft locks of hair beneath me, gently rolling my hips and grinding down further on his face. The groan he let out not only felt good against my skin, but it sounded like pure bliss, eliciting a small whimper of my own as I tightened my grip in his hair and rocked faster.

"God, I missed having your mouth on me, baby... You're... so good..."

The longer I spoke the more breathless I became, not because the words didn't come easily, but because I truly believed them to be true.

Spencer really was so fucking good, his tongue the most delicate, divine object of the universe as it drew out every ounce of delight from my body. I may have been the one above him, calling the shots and directing him where and how to please me, but he was the one who clung to my soul like static and politely guided me towards damnation.

I wasn't even sure of my surroundings to tell you the truth. As my body tensed and took me through one of the most blinding pleasures I'd experienced in weeks, My eyes were squeezed so tightly it's like I saw the universe. All I knew was Spencer's lips sucking my clit and my hands deeply rooted in his hair as I shouted incoherently, stars swirling around behind my eyelids.

Truly, for all I knew, we could have been in space. It wouldn't have made any difference.

But eventually it came to be too much. I was reaching a limit I didn't want to get to so quickly, and so I flashed my eyes open and tried to adjust to this brand new atmosphere, unweaving my fingers through pretty brown waves of hair and stepping back to assess the situation.

What I found was the most beautiful man I'd ever known, panting like he'd just ran a marathon and yet harboring the most intense joy and desire a person could hold. He was on his knees, bound hands writhing in his lap as he awaited further instruction and licked up as much of myself on his face as he could before I stopped him.

Under normal circumstances, I would have wanted to absolutely ruin him. That adoring, desperate look in his eye would have spurred me to more devious endeavors, but all I wanted in this moment was to make sure he was satisfied. I wanted to take care of him, to let him know that I longed to make him feel as worshipped and adored as he'd made me feel.

I got down to Spencer's level, quickly removing the fabric from his wrists and hauling him to his feet, where he now towered over me, still waiting for words to address and instruct him.

Instead, I leaned up with soft hands upon his cheeks and pulled him down to meet my lips in a kiss that changed the tone entirely. It was erotic still, of course, what with my arousal infiltrating my taste buds and eliciting a soft sigh from the both of us, but our urgency manifested in sweeter ways... Softer lips, gentle touches of the face, and an exchanging of breath that was so smooth and seamless it felt like we were floating on air.

I was finding it hard to breathe again, but it wasn't an issue in the slightest. In fact, there was nowhere else I'd rather have been than right there, kissing Spencer Reid like we had all the time in the world.

When the breathlessness was a little too much to bear, we pulled away, though only leaving just enough space to breathe. Our lips stayed briefly connected while we caught up, and his hands found their way to the sides of my face. The way they practically engulfed my whole head brought a brief smile to my lips as I finally gave him the words he was looking for.

"I'm so glad I met you," I whispered.

"Funny, I was just thinking the same thing."

We kissed each other again, naturally and with so much ease that I wondered how I had ever lived without him.

And then, as my hands slid gently down his chest, I felt it.

Something that felt very much like a ring attached to a necklace sat right where his heartbeat resided, and I knew exactly which ring it was.

"W—" I pulled back and circled the shape of it with my finger through the shirt, then looked up at him. "Is that what I think it is?"

Spencer looked briefly panicked, pulling away a little and fishing down the front of his shirt for the chain. "Oh... Um, yeah. I, um... I forgot to take it off, I'm sorry. I..."

"You... kept it?"

I observed the diamond as it laid flat on my palm, still attached to the chain and around his neck. Honestly, after all this time I figured he'd never found it or gotten rid of it, seeing as he never brought it up. And yet there it was, glittering in the palm of my hand as my other one presses firmly against Spencer's rapidly beating heart.

"Y—Yeah... It um... It was really the only physical thing I had to remember you—Well, at least until we started sending letters... And I guess I just... W—Wearing it has become such a habit that I forgot to take it off."

"You never take it off?"

I could tell he was nervous, and rightfully so given I wasn't really letting on how I was feeling about the whole thing.

Still, he answered my short question in such a small whisper I'd have thought he was trying not to get in trouble.

"No."

"Why?"

My words certainly weren't helping ease his anxieties, so I remained close, dropping the ring and focusing rather on his eyes. I softened the look in my own and glided my hands down to hold his. His fingers flexed against mine, squeezing them for dear life as he sighed out in relief and flashed me a soft smile.

"Because... I wanted you close to my heart."

With a smile that mirrored his eyes, full of enchantment and pure adoration for the person in front of me, I didn't use my brain and instead focused on what my heart was telling me, consequences be damned.

"I think I might love you..."

Spencer squeezed my hands tighter, that relief spreading out to all his features and brightening that beautiful smile.

"Funny... I was just thinking the same thing."

Our lips met once more, and I swear it was like nothing bad was ever going to happen for the rest of time.

I'd never felt that way. Not once with Patrick did my heart feel settled into place, even during the great parts of our relationship.

And now here I was, with a man who sent me love letters and kept every physical reminder of my existence, who kissed me like I was the most precious thing in the world and slowly mended my wounded heart.

He held me close the whole way to his bedroom and never let me go until the morning. Though, even then his arms outstretched towards me and his fingers flexed, needing to grab onto any part of me that he could find.

And as I was sure I always would, I welcomed him with open arms.

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non-un-topo · 3 years ago

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College, Car Seats, and Creamy Pasta (ficlet)

(This title, idk.) So I’ve been having feelings lately about the old guard with babies in modern aus, so here’s an experimental, kind of self-indulgent ficlet filled with extreme amounts of softness and bébé feels <3

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There’s an infamous story all the way back from college that Joe loves to share which involves Andy drunkenly rolling her ankle on a beach and Joe having to carry her home--though, she could have walked, but Joe demanded to carry her--and fashioning an ice pack out of the only things he could find in his and Nicky’s tiny, decrepit apartment: A condom, and some ice from a small McDonald’s sprite (their freezer was broken when they moved in).

He lives to tell that story every chance he gets. Especially now, as he reaches into Andy and Quỳnh’s (much bigger and much colder) freezer nearly fifteen years later to retrieve a not-homemade ice pack and wrap it in a clean dishtowel for Andy’s poor crotch.

She’s lounging on the couch, even though she’s proven that she can walk, but Joe doesn’t mind, as she reaches back for the ice pack and shoots him a sly smile that says, Yeah, I know exactly which story you’re thinking about. He bats his eyelashes innocently back.

It’s a balmy Friday evening and Quỳnh’s still at work, though likely on her way home, so Joe has taken the liberty of cooking dinner. Andy begged to order a pizza, but Joe was not having it. And he thought himself to be the lax one of the bunch. If Nicky were in the kitchen at the time, it would have been anarchy.

“Thanks, Joe,” Andy says, as she settles into a more comfortable position on the couch with her ice pack, sighing. He adjusts the pillows at her back, which causes her to snort and slap his hand away.

“I’m not dying.”

Joe sniffs. “Yeah, coulda fooled me. How much did that baby weigh again?”

Andy laughs out a quiet, fuck off. “Nine pounds, eight ounces,” she says, quick as a whip.

“God…”

The baby, the reason for Joe and Nicky’s visit to Andy and Quỳnh’s apartment, is fairly chunky, sure, but he looks awfully tiny and pink, especially when he’s wearing his little hat. The hat with little lamb ears that Nicky painstakingly knit for him months ago, when he was barely more than a bump, that rarely leaves his soft little head. Nicky hadn’t even known how to knit at the time.

The baby’s name is Lykon, after a childhood friend of Andy and Quỳnh. Lykon was born at 4:26 AM on Monday. It’s Friday evening. Joe and Nicky have not left the apartment since Andy and Quỳnh brought him home.

And neither Andy nor Quỳnh have physically kicked them out, so Joe is staying right here.

Nicky had disappeared a few minutes ago to go change the baby while Andy napped, but he reappears then, slinking into the living room with Lykon held against his shoulder--he’s so little in Nicky’s hands, they almost swallow him--and Joe smiles at his husband in greeting before doing a double-take.

“Babe,” Joe says, and Andy cranes her neck to try and see Nicky over the back of the couch. “What are you doing?”

Nicky continues his journey across the living room floor--lunges, he’s doing lunges. Deep ones that make Joe’s eyebrows jump up in appreciation.

Nicky releases a finger from his gentle grip on the baby’s head and presses it to his lips. “Shush.”

“You trying to get your ass workout in while carrying my son? Really?” Andy asks.

Nicky’s response is whispered so softly, Joe can hardly hear him. “This is the only way I can get him to sleep.”

“Put him in the car seat,” Andy says, like it’s the most simple solution in the world.

“He likes it,” Nicky argues, still whispering.

Andy only shrugs. “Okay, but if he spits up on you…”

And right on cue, Joe hears a tiny gurgle, and there’s baby puke sliding down Nicky’s back.

Andy doesn’t say, told you so, but she doesn’t need to. Her smug grin is enough. With a poorly hidden pout, Nicky reluctantly hands the baby, who is now crying quiet little wobbly squeals, to Andy.

“You know,” Andy says, “you guys don’t have to stay. You have other commitments, I know.”

It’s the first time since Lykon’s birth that she’s said something like that, and Joe is only moderately surprised to feel a sudden onslaught of tears in his eyes.

“Or not,” she says, quickly. “We really appreciate your help, boys, it’s just… We don’t want to keep you.”

“Andy, shut up.”

She laughs, loud and open-mouthed. “Okay, Joe, okay. I love you guys.”

“We love you too,” Nicky says. Then he leans over the couch to peer into Lykon’s squishy little face. “And we especially love you.”

His voice changes when he talks to the baby. While Joe can’t control the way his voice raises several octaves and the way he coos gibberish, Nicky’s voice softens and hushes to something so comfortable, barely audible. It’s the way he would talk to a fussy toddler, Joe thinks, given the opportunity. He would level his eyes with them and speak to them like a person equal to him, providing the safest and most non-judgemental space for them.

Joe thinks. He hasn’t had many opportunities to see his husband speak with toddlers.

“I would be worried about you guys kidnapping him,” Andy says, “but I think it only counts as kidnapping if you leave the apartment.”

Joe snorts, and then he hears the water boiling over on the stove, so he dashes.

When Joe met Andy and Quỳnh, he had been a wide-eyed twenty-year-old, freshly out of the closet and already hopelessly in love. Well, that hasn’t changed, which always delights him to realize, after all these years. It was the love of his young life--Nicky, of course--who introduced him. Andy and Nicky were family friends, more like siblings, really, and of course Andy and Quỳnh had been together since the dawn of time. It took Joe no time at all to find a family in the four of them, inseparable as they all were.

Andy and Quỳnh had actually surprised him when they started talking about kids. That unexpected and world-changing conversation had been the beginning of a long and at times heartbreaking four years, before they finally got their donor, then suffered through a little over a year of IVF. They had almost given up, Joe remembers, between the frustration and the arguments and doctors telling Andy her eggs were too old. But, there he was, at the end of the journey, coming into the world flipping off everyone who said they couldn’t do it: Baby Lykon, the little warrior.

Joe remembers all of it vividly. The phonecall when they told him and Nicky they were pregnant, the panic to help them find a bigger apartment, the indulgent shopping trips, though Andy tried to keep a cap on those, and the weight and warmth of the baby in Joe’s arms the very first time he held him, barely thirty minutes after he’d been born.

Joe had sobbed, of course (something Andy and Quỳnh had anticipated so strongly they bet money on how long he cried for), and he looked into the baby’s big brown eyes and promised him the world.

They had talked about kids. Of course, they had. He and Nicky. But life was busy, and in the last five years between Joe finishing his dissertation and Nicky’s mother getting sick, the subject of kids just hadn’t come up. Besides, Joe thinks now, he’s only thirty-three.

Quỳnh comes home as he’s dishing up dinner for everyone--a creamy, cheesy pasta, because it’s the best comfort food--and her eyes brim with tears when she gets to hold Lykon again. She hasn’t been able to get a lot of time off work, even after becoming a new parent, which Joe thinks is frankly outrageous, but the work she does as a crisis counsellor is of course monumentally important.

They huddle around the couch to eat dinner, but Nicky pulls up one of the rickety chairs from the kitchen table and sits next to the baby, who is snoozing in his car seat on top of the coffee table. Joe doesn’t know how he does it, but Nicky manages to eat his dinner, drink enough water, and hold a conversation while keeping Lykon’s car seat rocking gently so he doesn’t wake up and scream.

Joe watches him as he chews his pasta mindfully and leans close to peer into the car seat. Beautiful. He’s always so beautiful, especially now. The way he looks at Lykon--their nephew, Joe realizes, elated--makes Joe’s head spin off his shoulders. He feels like he’s twenty.

“Crazy how tiny he is,” says Quỳnh, her voice soft and reverent. She already sounds so much like a parent. Joe’s eyes are still on his husband, so he sees how brightly Nicky smiles at that.

Andy makes an indignant noise. “Shut the fuck up.”

Quỳnh laughs, though she tries with obvious effort to keep quiet. She pulls Andy closer, her arm draped over her shoulder, and presses three kisses to her cheek. Then Quỳnh catches Joe’s eye and winks.

Andy shovels another forkful of pasta into her mouth and moans as she chews. With a full mouth, she says, “Joe, this is perfect. Please, boys, never leave.”

Joe shrugs bashfully, pretending to be shy. “It’s Nicky’s recipe.”

“What did you use,” Quỳnh asks.

Joe hums. He juts his chin to the kitchenette. “Your parmesan, mostly, and that fancy milk.”

“What fancy milk,” Andy asks, absolutely stuffing her face.

“Y’know.” Joe waves a hand. Chews, swallows. “The milk in the fancy bag, from the fridge.”

Andy and Quỳnh both stop eating, their eyes bugging out. Quỳnh slaps a hand over her mouth, poorly hiding a laugh and clearly choking a little, and Andy looks… Oh, Andy looks furious. Her face is red.

“J-” She forcefully lowers her voice, shooting a fearful glance at the baby. “Joe,” she whispers through her teeth. “Did you use my fucking breast milk?”

“Dio.” Nicky sticks his fork back into his dish.

“Oh,” Joe says, like an idiot. “Um.”

Andy’s cheeks puff out and somehow her face turns an even darker shade of red.

“I pumped…” she whispers, low and lethal, slow. “...For so… long…”

“There’s more in the fridge, babe,” Quỳnh says, and Joe fears for her life for a hot second. Then she brings her hand out to hover over Andy’s chest. “And it’s not like the tap is running dry, or whatever.”

“So I’m a milk bag.”

“A badass, sexy milk bag who--oh, who is murdering me with her eyes right now.” Quỳnh turns on Joe, then, scooping another forkful of breast-milk-pasta into her mouth and jabbing the fork in his direction. “You’re gonna be up all night paying my wife back for this, genius. See how skilfully you can wipe meconium from his bum.”

Joe only nods in shame. Fair enough.

Lykon signals that he’s awake, then, with a series of soft little snorty grunts that devolve very quickly into shrieking, wobbly sobs. Nicky launches into action with a speed that rivals the pitcrews at NASCAR. He lifts him from the car seat with such gentleness and oh, Joe’s heart breaks to see the baby’s little lips trembling as he cries, the way his little feet kick out against Nicky’s chest as he holds him over his forearms. Nicky is about to pass him to his moms when Quỳnh smiles softly up at him and says, “Looks like you’ve got him.”

He throws her a glance as if to ask, are you sure, and Quỳnh and Andy both nod. Joe’s sure they’re grateful to have the small amount of rest time and, looking at them now, curled together on the couch in their soft clothes, exchanging light kisses, he knows he and Nicky haven’t come close to overstaying their welcome.

“Look at you, Nico,” coos Andy as Nicky carefully holds the baby against his shoulder to peek at his diaper through the waistband his tiny pants. “You’re making us look bad.”

Nicky only chuckles lightly and shakes his head. The diaper must be clean, because he leaves it be and brings a hand up to cup the back of the baby’s wispy-haired head more steadily, and begins to hum, almost a whisper, and Joe’s heart flutters.

“Do you think he’s hungry?” Nicky asks Andy when the baby continues to fuss.

Turns out he is hungry, because he quiets almost immediately when Andy brings him to her chest. It’s not silent in the apartment--Joe can hear some sirens through the window on the streets far below, can hear the air conditioner groan to life, can hear Quỳnh and Nicky’s forks clink against their plates as they continue to eat the questionable breast-milk-pasta (good lord). And, Joe can hear the soft little grunts and snorts that the baby makes as he feeds.

Joe watches his oldest friends--they’re parents now, he can hardly believe it--as they huddle close on the couch and watch their son. Quỳnh wraps her arms under Andy’s so they’re both holding him, and his little chubby fist twitches and flings out every once in a while against Andy’s rolled-up shirt. His feet look impossibly small. Joe remembers the sounds he made when he and Nicky went shopping for all manner of baby supplies to help shave some stuff off Andy and Quỳnh’s list. He’d nearly sobbed when Nicky came up to the cart holding a pair of incredibly tiny socks (and then he had teared up and nearly passed out when Nicky popped the socks over his thumbs. A lot of people stared).

Joe would be lying to himself if he said he hadn’t been thinking of revisiting that store with Nicky every day since.

Now, he looks at his husband to find him already watching him, his heart in his eyes. Nicky slowly moves his gaze to their friends, to the baby, and Joe follows it. When their eyes meet again, Nicky’s are a little damp with tears, but he’s smiling, and there’s something inquisitive and hopeful in his eyes. Joe matches him and slowly, they both nod.

Yes.

#2000 words is not a ficlet sig. i digress #tog #the old guard #tog fic #anyway i am very very very shy about this #might do more with it. idk bébés make me happy. and i don't usually write aus but that could change #sage writes #i promise joe and nicky aren't going to steal andy and quỳnh's baby i just realized how it almost looks like that rip #anyway i'm shy now byeee <3

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strange-lace · 4 years ago

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Macaque

I was in the mood to make more content for Inverted AU, so here’s a short-ish fic of how episode 9 would go in this AU with Macaque, Wukong, and MK! Enjoy the shadowpeach!

Another demon defeated but still no sign of Sun Wukong. Macaque let out a sigh before rolling his shoulders to bring relief to tense muscles. Oh well, he'll just have to keep looking, not like he hasn't been at it for years now. At least this city he wandered to was quite nice with pleasant people, nothing too out there aside from demon attacks.

"Hey! Hey you! Shadow monkey man!" Macaque wouldn't deny that the sudden voice made him jump, considering he was on top of a pretty tall building. Apparently not tall enough to stop the young man from climbing up the side, somewhat out of breath yet that didn't deter from the determined look on his face. He simply brushed his messy hair out of his eyes and adjusted his teal backpack, which looked surprisingly heavy. Macaque couldn’t help but be somewhat curious as to what was in that thing.

Wait was that the Monkey King's staff in his hands?

Indeed it was, he'd recognize that weapon anywhere.

“Ah, you must be the Monkie Kid I’ve been hearing so much about, am I right?” That got him a look of suspicion before the young man also seemed to remember the staff in his hands, causing him to let out an amused huff at his own paranoia.

“Yeah, the staff kind of gives it away, don’t it? Name’s MK though. Now whomst is you? Most of the time, demons who ask me who I am are five seconds away from trying to kill me.” Macaque couldn’t help but chuckle at that, already finding that he was starting to like this little guy and his attitude. Perhaps if a person like MK was chosen to wield Wukong’s staff, then perhaps that meant his love had finally started turning things around for the better. Maybe it meant he finally stopped being someone he wasn’t all for the sake of keeping a memory alive.

“The name’s Macaque, though, the Six-Eared Macaque is actually my full name. But what brings you up here exactly bud? I doubt you’d climb up this high just for anybody.” MK’s face showed that he wanted to argue that point out of principle before remembering his purpose for coming up here.

“Simple, teach me.”

Wait what?

“What what?” MK scoffed at the question.

“I want you to teach me to fight, like how you fought that demon back there. I don’t intend on leaving you alone until you do and that is a threat!” Macaque didn’t doubt that he meant it that way and could very easily follow through on that. Sensing he wasn’t going to get out of this, he let out a sigh before giving MK a smile.

“You sure your mentor won’t have a problem with me teaching you?”

“Bold of you to assume Wukong’s disapproval will stop me.”

“Well alright then, I think we’re gonna get along just fine, bud.”

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“I see what you’re trying to do, you’re afraid of holding back and giving your enemy the opportunity to win. But the first strike isn’t the most important one. Every strike counts. Other people may tell you that patience and focus don’t matter but a fool allows himself to rush without restraint. While you have power inside you, you have to use it carefully. Take the power to defend others, not just destroy those who stand in your way. You’re not a weapon kid, you wield the weapon above all else.”

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It started with a fairly innocent question from MK after one of their training sessions, him slowly going through a water bottle given to him by Macaque while the monkey made them something to eat. He needed a distraction to stop himself from taking over the cooking, years of feeding others making him feel guilt the moment someone else took over.

“So Mac, how exactly do you know the Monkey King?” To his credit, Macaque only fumbled the slightest bit at that sudden question and was able to save the plate before it crashed to the floor.

“Oh um well… funny thing about that is, well… we used to be together actually. Like y’know… together-together,” he explained while he plated their food, wincing internally at how awkward he sounded. With his back towards MK, Macaque didn’t notice him go tense and grip the couch arm so tightly that the wood underneath cracked at the pressure.

“Used to be together, huh? What happened?” Macaque couldn’t help but shiver at the chill which traveled down his spine. MK’s voice was perfectly even and calm yet he was filled with an overwhelming fear that warned him to not turn around and remain perfectly still until the danger passed.

His ears twitched at the sound of sparks behind him, magic power permeating through the air.

“I… I messed up honestly. We had an argument about something, I don’t even remember what it was so long ago. But I had to leave to just get some space and air before I said something I’d regret, something I couldn’t take back. It was only meant to be a couple hours but some stuff out of my control happened and by the time I got back… Wukong was gone. I had been looking for him for centuries after that and then… well then you found me.”

“What, you hoped getting on my good side would mean that you’d win the Monkey King back?” His tone promised nothing good if Macaque kept digging himself a deeper hole.

“No! No, nothing like that at all. I don’t expect Pe-...Wukong to take me back or anything like that. I just… wanted the chance to apologize to him is all. If he wants anything to do with me afterwards, then I want that to be his choice. Nothing more, I swear.”

MK remained silent behind him before the sudden tension in the air dissipated as quickly as it appeared. Macaque let out a sigh of relief, slowly turning around to see MK still sitting on his couch, placing the staff back in his ear nonchalantly.

“Fair enough, sounds like you both were just idiots who don’t know how to communicate. If you actually intended on using me to get to the Monkey King, you’d have actually mentioned him during our training and yet you haven’t. And you can’t lie to save your life anyway. Just don’t be an idiot again alright? Monkey King… Wukong, he’s a mess and I don’t think he could handle thinking he’s been abandoned again.”

Macaque could feel his heart break at the idea that his Peaches, his love, thought that he had left permanently. He wanted nothing more than to run to him now and make things right. But that was Wukong’s decision to make, nobody else’s.

The two ate their food in silence after that.

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Sun Wukong may have supposedly “lost his edge” but he was by no means dense or oblivious.

And while he was certainly happy about his successor’s vast improvement over the past couple weeks, a part of him sensed something was off. Like his successor was hiding something from him. And those moves he watched MK use to absolutely demolish the old mural, the Monkey King swore he had seen them before.

But it couldn’t possibly be. He hadn’t seen him in centuries. Not since he… left, like everyone else.

“I’m impressed, my boy! Tell me, how did you do that? Have you been seeing another mentor perhaps?” Wukong asked, his typically serene smile straining the slightest bit at the idea of his son student learning from someone who wasn’t him. The sensible part of his brain was gently poking at him, reminding him that it seemed silly to get upset about such a thing as, if anything, MK had appeared significantly calmer during their training compared to when they started. This could be a good thing, it told him.

Yet it was silenced by the majority of his brain which ran on fatherly protectiveness and had immediately been plagued by images of the worst case scenario. A demon had approached MK, promising him to make him stronger while also poisoning his student as a bid to turn him against the Monkey King before stealing his powers or, Heavens forbid, harming him.

No, Wukong refused to even allow a chance of that happening, logic and reasoning be damned.

“Hey, you’re the one always going on about ‘patience and focus’, I’m just finally putting what you said into practice,” MK answered, the picture of being casual which only set off further alarm bells within Wukong’s head. But before he could question him further, MK’s phone dinged to tell him of a new text message which he quickly read over, his eyes widening slightly at the message.

“Welp, looks like I gotta cut things short for now Wukong, something came up and I gotta head out. See ya later! Don’t forget to eat something tonight and sleep, I will know if you don’t.” And with that, MK was off through the hole he had created in the wall where the mural was before the Monkey King could get a word in edgewise.

Wukong waited long enough to allow MK to get a reasonable distance away before transforming into a bird, flying after his successor.

Something fishy was going on and the Monkey King was determined to find out what it was.

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“Why exactly are we climbing up to this giant mountain again Mac?” MK wheezed, hating to admit it but this hike had genuinely winded him despite all his training. He had immediately gone to Macaque’s place the moment he got his text only to be told to follow the six-eared demon, leading them to where they were now.

“Well, consider this your ‘final exam’ bud! I want you to use everything I’ve taught you to fight against me, no holding back. Think you can do that?” MK couldn’t help the twitch at the corners of his mouth at the sight of Macaque’s genuine excitement as he explained, all six ears twitching while his tail was wagging like a dog. A demon who was centuries old and had fought countless powerful demons had no right looking that endearing, but here MK was looking with his own two eyes.

MK gave a chuckle before straightening himself out, wordlessly pulling the staff out his ear.

“You sure you’re comfortable getting your ass kicked by me, Mac?” With a smirk, Macaque summoned his own weapon in a flash of purple with the beginning of two shadow clones pooling at his feet. They shyly peeked from the ground from behind their master.

“Oho, a couple training sessions with me for a month and you think you have what it takes to defeat me, bud? Well then, bring it Monkie Kid!” MK didn’t hesitate to charge forward with Macaque mirroring him, weapons at the ready and adrenaline already running through their veins.

“Enough!”

A sudden force landed in between them with enough force to send them both flying backwards.

MK and Macaque recovered in time to see who decided to interrupt their duel.

Both of their hearts nearly stopped at the sight of the enraged Monkey King but for vastly different reasons.

“You have 5 seconds to explain yourself for trying to harm my-” Wukong’s rage quickly deflated as the dust cleared enough for him to truly see who it was he had thought was attacking MK. “Mango Flower?”

“Um… hello again, Peach Blossom. It’s been a while, hasn’t it?” Macaque joked, voice weak as he restrained himself from acting out of bounds even if he wanted nothing more than to gather the other into his arms. It had been so long, far too long.

He nearly broke at the sight of tears beginning to form in Wukong’s eyes.

His resolve finally shattered as the Monkey King ran towards him, arms outstretched, and before Macaque knew it his legs were moving on their own. The wind was knocked out of him at how tight Wukong squeezed him yet he returned the embrace back with gusto, ignoring the groaning of his ribs. He simply buried his face into the other’s fur, the smell of peaches still there even after all these years. Faintly, Macaque realized he was also crying once he felt a wetness on his cheeks.

Macaque let out a squeak in surprise as Wukong picked him up in the hug and spun him around, the sound of his laughter echoing throughout the mountain. The sight of such unabashed joy on his face was enough to make the six-eared demon to start laughing too, joy contagious in the best of ways.

MK would deny it unless under the threat of death but he couldn’t help but smile as he watched the two monkeys get lost in their own little world. It made the guilt which nagged at his chest at having to manipulate the two to make this meeting happen ease up, seeing how happy the two were.

“It’s been so long…” Wukong whispered as he placed Macaque back on his feet, gently cradling his face as if afraid that if he stopped touching the other, that he’d disappear again. “But, why are you here? I had thought that you hated me, isn’t that why you…” Macaque went stiff in shock before taking the Monkey King’s hands into his own.

“What? No! If anything, I thought you hated me for leaving instead of talking things out and that’s why you were gone when I came back. I always intended on coming back to you Peaches, I swear on it.” Wukong’s eyes went wide at that, extremely close to crying again a second time that day. “I had been looking for you for centuries now to apologize.”

And now the warm feeling was gone, leaving MK to bite down on his staff to stop himself from screaming at how much those two had failed at the simple of communication.

“We’ve both been absolutely foolish, haven’t we?” Wukong couldn’t help but laugh at it all, which only worsened as he noticed all six of Macaque’s ears turn red in embarrassment.

“Yeah, I guess we have been-” His words were cut off as the Monkey King grabbed his scarf, pulling him into a sudden kiss that made Macaque jolt in surprise before he practically melted into the other’s arms. A purr rumbled in his chest and neither noticed their tails wind around each other.

The sound of MK clearing his throat, loudly, was enough to get them to break apart in embarrassment.

“If you two are done being romantic idiots, I have to beat the shit out of Macaque to prove that I’m better than him. I mean ace my ‘final exam’.” The grin on his face showed that he was lying through his teeth.

“Don’t think I forgot about all your trash talking, young man. How about it Peach Blossom? You willing to go all out with me and the kid?”

Wukong’s face was the epitome of ‘Every part of my body wants to say yes but I shouldn’t.’ He was already terrible at saying no to MK and now with Macaque’s endearingly earnest face, he knew he was done for, at least with these two working together now.

“...Oh alright.”

The two mutual cheers at his agreement made Wukong feel slightly less guilty in letting his lessons go for a brief moment. But not completely.

But that was okay, Wukong was used to living with constant guilt.

#lego monkie kid #monkie kid #inverted au #shadowpeach #mk #macaque #sun wukong #my writing #fanfiction

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birb-tangleblog · 3 years ago

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Rise of Flynn Rider - THOUGHTS

THE PROMISED LONGER POST ON THE RISE OF FLYNN RIDER- spoiler warning!

Ok so first off, a very brief summary: the book centers on Eugene and Arnie (Lance), childhood best friends. The orphanage they've grown up in is financially struggling, under threat by a crooked tax collector, and they're both aging out of the system; the only clue Eugene has to his parents is a letter from the woman who left him there, which is signed with a ~mysterious symbol~. When a traveling circus run by the Baron (yes, that Baron) passes through town and Eugene learns of a possible lead on his past, the two boys reinvent themselves, join up, and eventually end up entangled in a scheme to steal from the King and Queen of Corona.

I won't lie, I enjoyed this one a lot- it was a fun read, very cozy to curl up with, and even with some contradictions, it felt like a novel that was derivative of the series and set in that world. There are a lot of cameos and references, enough that I think most TTS fans will find something they like to nibble on.

Like I said in my earlier post abt the prologue and first few chapters, I'm so happy that Lance got a role alongside Eugene- he's definitely a secondary character to Eugene’s main, and he does get sidelined somewhat, but it's charming to see his friendship with Eugene and his growing passion for cooking.

'I didn't expect anything, so I'm more delighted and pleasantly surprised than genuinely unhappy with the execution' is a running theme with this book for me and basically the tl;dr of this write-up.

There are soo many cameos and little treats- I get the impression Calonita didn't have the most complete knowledge of the series, but her chats with Chris and interest in the series’ writing definitely show. King Edmund, the Stabbingtons, all of the pub thugs, Weasel, Stalyan, and the Baron all make appearances, and we get cameos from Cap, Maximus, Pascal's mother, and even Cass gets a name drop. Several series-exclusive locations are also mentioned by name- Vardaros, the Spire, and the Forest of No Return.

I'm not immune to the fannish hit of 'hey! I understand that reference!' and I really enjoyed hunting for easter eggs, so even if the presence of the pub thugs in the Baron's crew, or the boys stumbling on Rapunzel's tower in one scene and making nothing of it (yea that happened) is a lil questionable, it made me smile and I can't be mad.

I would just describe this book as 'comfy'.

(That said, I'm a little unsure who all those references are for- I feel like if you hadn't seen the series, you'd lack context and some details would be meaningless, but if you had, I think you might long for more depth and exploration...)

Structure & Progression

Here's the part where I start criticizing the book aimed at middle and elementary schoolers lmao

It's a v short book, but the plot progression still feels a little scattered- it didn’t feel quite like a heist OR a mystery. The subplot that takes up a lot of focus is actually interpersonal conflict between Lance and Eugene- and they reconcile, but not after spending much of the book in a standoff due to a misunderstanding/'liar revealed' trope.

One of Eugene's motivations for joining the circus is spotting a man with a mark on his arm that matches the one from his letter working there, and believing he'll be able to learn more abt his parents from him. He doesn't disclose this to Lance right away, and when it comes out later on, he's upset that Eugene didn't tell him- he feels tricked, and like Eugene's prioritizing his biological family over their bond. I had a hard time with this, b/c I honestly think Eugene could've literally said to Lance, 'hey, joining this circus is a great opportunity to travel, make money, send some back to the orphanage, AND I found something about my parents, will you come with me?' and Lance still would've jumped on it. Later on, there's also another similar miscommunication that deepens the rift.

It feels like manufactured drama, and I would've loved a book of the two of them just being buds, bouncing off each other, and trying to unravel the mysteries of the DK symbol and the Baron's ulterior motives together. Lance's fears of being left behind by his friend absolutely could've surfaced without the misunderstandings, especially the closer they got to the truth. (And I don't think that'd have been dissimilar to the unused 'Trial' episode concept and flashback.)

The pacing itself... meanders. After the boys complete an initiation mission to get a hold of a special key for the Baron, time passes (two weeks in-story) and there's some slice of life as they learn the ropes, get inducted into a lifestyle of thieving (it’s revealed the circus is a front for a crime ring), and get to know the Baron's crew.

I liked these parts and would've kept them in a longer book! But maybe there could've been some fine-tuning here so big events (Eugene stealing for the first time, the heist, the meeting with the mysterious Man with the Mark) weren’t so one-and-done. There are several points where nothing's really happening because the characters can't quite connect with each other, or they're waiting around for an opportunity passively, and that makes for a frustrating exp for me as a reader.

There were also lot of elements I thought were getting set up to come into play later, but not a lot of follow through? The folk hero Lance Archer is mentioned several times and has wanted posters, but we never meet him in the flesh. The Man with the Mark is revealed to be a former member of the Brotherhood(!) named Vedis(!!), but he isn't seen again after Eugene speaks with him... once. (More on this later this post is getting so long omg)

The Baron’s plan is revealed to be stealing a reward offered for the lost princess when it’s on display to the public during a festival. Eugene and Lance balk b/c stealing doesn’t sit well with them, especially when it’s from what are ultimately a family trying to find their lost child- they decide to do the right thing by foiling the scheme/stealing it back and returning it to the royals. It goes a bit pear-shaped and they’re caught, but are forgiven and face no consequences after explaining, other than being ousted from the circus/crime ring and making enemies of the Baron. Eugene hasn’t given up on finding the DK, but he realizes he already has a family in Lance, and that’s the most important thing; the two resolve to travel the world and have adventures together.

I want to make another post on it, but at the least it feels like a foregone conclusion given we know ‘Flynn Rider’ goes on to become a renown thief who steals the crown of the lost princess- that’s literally the plot of the movie, and being a dashing rogue is Flynn’s defining trait- so even aside from questionable ideas about wealth, class, and morality, the novel’s ending doesn’t fit what’s firmly established about his character, and I think big fans of Eugene might have an even harder time with that then me.

(I’m very suspicious that there might’ve been some executive meddling in an attempt to soften young Eugene’s character, and send a more palatable/upstanding message to children- it feels like Disney editing the old SW films to show Han didn’t shoot first.)

It’s def one of those novels where you can take some elements you like and leave others, but overall I’d still rly rec it for series fans! I’ve been buzzing and what-iffing about it for a few days, and I got some tasty tidbits on the characters and nods to the series, which is exactly what I wanted out of it.

And maybe it’s a funky take, but honestly I want to think of this book as the beginning of an alternate timeline where Lance and Eugene got out of crime earlier, Eugene got a clue abt his heritage by chance, and it changed his course. I think embracing the retcons and contradictions to canon makes for an interesting angle, and you’ll enjoy it more if you don’t take it too seriously.

#OKAY PHEW GOD took me way too long to post this #I'd consider this a general reaction/impression and overview #and I have more written that I want to sort out into posts abt Eugene's char AND my thoughts on Vedis as a Brotherhood Stan™#if I included it here it'd have been like... another 1k words lmfao #hopefully I can post those in the next day or so!#I have no idea how to structure proper reviews man I just want to yammer #I'm honestly just having fun reacting to smth new again C:#the rise of flynn rider #text post #my post #eugene #lance

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doublekrecs · 4 years ago

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what about oikawa, kuroo, and the miya twins giving head

anti dj khaled behavior ft. oikawa toru, kuroo tetsurou, atsumu miya, miya osamu

a/n: wow anon, you gonna make me act up on this one, sorry i didn’t add more sadistic head!! - fairy

warnings: nsfw, smut, oral (f receiving), fingering, finger sucking, edging

oikawa toru

he jumps at any opportunity to give you head.

oikawa is cocky, but he’s also pretty easy to dominate. you can top him anytime and maintain your position. head is the one thing he knows he can control you in.

the sounds you make, the shaking over your body, and your desperation for him to touch you with his tongue is exhilarating.

he uses his fingers along with his mouth most of the time, he knows that they're a very powerful weapon. he knows just which places to touch, how to curl them just right, and you look so pretty when he finds the right spot.

of course, he will use his skills to edge and tease you until you can’t take it anymore. you almost always end up on top and having you as a bottom sometimes satisfies him.

he’s usually the one who’s begging, but when the tables turn, he takes advantage of his position.

he likes to start slow at first and give little kitten licks to your clit and you’ll be whining.

eventually, he'll give you the full experience. he’ll work up to the point where your thighs are squeezing his head and his fingers are continuously hitting your gspot with his mouth suckling on your clit.

“t-toru, baby-”

he hums into your pussy and you feel the vibrations everywhere. you feel his tongue hit deeper and deeper into you and you’re so close.

he looks up at you and admires how pretty you look. your face is flushed and the moans you’re letting out are beautiful. he reaches up to flick a nipple and your reaction turns him on even more. he didn’t think that was possible.

“i'm close-” you whimper out as toru pulls away and plants kiss on your lips.

“w-why’d you stop?”

he chuckles lightly at your distressed state. meanwhile, you were about to have the best orgasm of your life until your cocky boyfriend decided to deny you just that. as you about to speak again, you felt his lips back on your clit and let out a small sigh of relief.

“do you want my fingers in you baby?” he pulled away with a smile, thumb already rubbing your slit.

“yes, toru. wanna cum on your fingers, baby.”

given that he’d denied you an orgasm for the past half hour, he decided to grant you one this time. and so you felt his fingers slip into your pussy and curl at just the right spots, his tongue was back on your clit, circling around the little nub until he started sucking. he looked pretty like this.

kuroo tetsuro

tetsu loves to please you in any way he can. whether it be his mouth, his dick, or his fingers. giving head is just another way to make you cum.

and god is he skilled with his tongue

he’ll tease you a bit, but not to a rough extent unless he’s in the mood to be extra freaky.

he loves it when your legs shake and the prideful feeling from making you cum on his mouth

sometimes he’ll give you head when he notices you’ve been having a stressful day or just when you’re tired in general. he wants his baby to feel good.

he loves the way you taste and how you try to grind down on his face. every time you try, he feels like he’s going to cream his pants.

and little soft moan you let out when he attaches his lips to your clit is absolutely what he lives for. making you feel good makes him feel good.

the sight of your boyfriend boyfriend between your legs would never get old. his eyes followed every little move you made, every expression that crossed your face, every sound that spilled from your lips. he felt your breathing change when he gave your clit little kitten licks which then became flat tongued strides all over your pussy.

“tetsu, please-”

“please, what?”

“p- please-”

you didn’t have the chance to finished your sentence as he focused his attention on your clit. that's when you threaded your fingers into his already messy hair. the tug urged him on and he moaned. you were close and your pussy was clenching. the heat began the build up and eventually you approached your climax with your eyes rolling to the back of your head and your legs shaking just like he liked it.

you felt his fingers enter you and watched as he pulled them out covered in your juices.

“open up, kitten.”

and you obeyed as his fingers entered his mouth. you sucked them in, making sure to swirl your tongue around his digits as he pulled them out.

miya osamu

he is so sweet when he’s giving head.

a lot of the time, he’s very gentle and aims to make you feel as comfortable as possible, he’s happy as long as you’re happy.

but sometimes, someone tries to flirt with you. his bunny. and he makes you cum on his tongue over and over again to remind you that you’re his bunny.

plus his aftercare game is strong, this man would 100% cook a small meal for you after

but again, he’s generally very sweet because he loves to make you feel really good.

he loves kissing your inner thighs. he's always loved that body part just because he thought they were soft and the fact they were so close to where you trying to get him.

he likes that you try to reciprocate, but when you’re tired, he’ll refuse to let you.

“it’s my turn to take care of you now-”

“no bunny i just want you to feel good”

as much as he liked the way you tugged his hair, he liked to restrain you in some way. you somehow looked more desperate for him when you couldn't touch him.

osamu held you wrists tightly as you desperately ground into his face. after sucking on your clit, his tongue found its way into your pussy, massaging your walls.

you looked down at the sight of your pretty boyfriend fucking you with his tongue. his hand gripping your thigh in order to coax you into staying down, his other hand tightening its grip on your wrists. you can cum from the right alone. but right now, you needed him to go deeper. and as if he read your mind, he did.

“s- samu-” you whimpered out, failing to stifle a moan, “i'm so close, baby.”

the sounds made his face feel hot, but they encouraged him to go further. the coil in your stomach was tightening as his mouth brought you closer and closer to your orgasm. as you loudly reached your high, he kept going until you came back down.

he looked up at you with your cum dripping down his chin and you pulled him into a kiss, tasting yourself on your mouth.

“let me take care of you this time. i want to.”

miya atsumu

listen, this man is inexperienced. he gets head, but he rarely gives it.

he starts off decent. there's really nothing special about his head. it’s just head that does the job. he’s not exactly bad at it, it’s just not as exhilarating.

but when he starts dating you and experimenting, that’s when he really finds his groove.

he usually saw head as some type of reciprocation. he’s a setter, so he always stuck to his trusty fingers. but once he figured out how to use his fingers and his tongue, the fun began.

eventually he learned how to use his tongue all by itself and the fact that he was able to do that made him cocky.

and as he got better, he then also became a bit of a sadist

he loves to overstimulate you, but all the time. he makes a whole event out of giving head now.

he loves grabbing your ass and pulling it closer to his face. he thinks its really hot when you squirm.

“i want you to sit on my face, baby.”

“you want me to what now?

“you heard what i said.”

minutes later, you were in the exact position that he wanted. your hips grinding against his face, his tongue on your clit, his fingers fucking you. he felt himself harden in his jeans. you were panting, almost crying from how good he was making you feel.

he could tell you were close from the way you clenched around his fingers. he let go of the hand gripping your thigh and put his fingers in your mouth. you sucked and he used his wet digits to circle around your nipple. it was too much, but you loved it.

your peak was approaching and all of the sudden a wave of euphoria washed over you body. you felt yourself release your juices on his tongue, but he prevented you from getting off his face after.

“we’re not done yet.”

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nakasumi-sims · 4 years ago

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Welcome to Plume Magazine! Naka here with part 1 of the May 2021 edition is here featuring our newest model, Abraham Barbosa! Abe is also using his magazine debut as an opportunity to sign up as a contestant for @poetic-falls Bachelorette Challenge. Extra facts about Abe and his interview below the cut!

Abraham has been learning guitar from Jae Hwan on the side and is picking it up nicely.

He enjoys fishing and free diving. They relax him and he feels more at one with nature. Sometimes he’ll play with the dolphins and catch some extra fish to feed them. Sometimes the sharks too, but he knows he needs to do it rarely to avoid attacks.

Abe is the middle child and he’s 25 years old. Since he’s always been busy fishing with his father and older brother, usually the cooking is left up to his mother and younger sister so he doesn’t have much experience in the kitchen. He’s always willing to learn.

Abe can occasionally get a bit reckless on his adventures and may need someone who can reel him back in.

Even though he’s all about his adventures, this island boy knows how to relax and take it slow too.

Traits: Loves Outdoors - Adventurous - Maker

Fresh Off The Beaches of Sulani

While scouting the islands off to the south of Sulani for our Summer collection, we came across a small fishing village and a father and son fishing duo casting their nets into the water. We asked them if they had any spots they could recommend for the photo shoot. During the conversation, another man jumped out of the ocean and ran over to us and the duo holding a netted bag full of abalone. The way the sun glistened off his wet skin, his contagious smile, and his gorgeous bod! He was hotter than air around us. His father and brother asked him to show us around the area. The photographer was snapping pictures left and right of him during the tour, we knew we had to sign him.

Interview with Abraham Barbosa

Hello, everyone! Thank you for this wonderful opportunity you have given me here at this magazine. I never thought I would be a model and it is a job I hadn’t considered until I was approached by the team. Currently, I live with four of the other models in a house in Sulani. It’s been great traveling the world for photo shoots and fashion shows, but it’s also great to be back in Sulani and an hour boat ride away from my family. I grew up in a small fishing village with my parents and my older brother and younger sister. I had always thought I would work with my father and brother running our fishing business, but I absolutely love where my life has taken me. Even though they say I had a humble start, I can’t say I went from ‘having nothing to having it all’. I have my supportive family and I appreciate that I can help them out with this job while I get to have adventures around the world.

I signed up to be a contestant on The Bachelorette because I feel like I am ready for the next step in my journey. In my line of work, there aren’t as many who I felt like I connect with on a romantic level. I know I am taking a big chance signing up for a dating show and I like that it feels like a whole new adventure to experience.

What intrigued me about Cristina was her introduction video. She seems to dream of adventure by taking her chances on all of us on the show and her dreams of a big family. We’re both looking for someone to challenge us and to share life with. I would hope she wouldn’t mind me being gone for a week or two at a time for modeling jobs for the time being if she wasn’t able to come along. Later on though in life, if my looks fail me since they likely aren’t forever, I would like to do things like travel together and maybe explore the lands of Salvadorada or climb Mt. Komorobi. I would love to pick up my old hobbies again since I haven’t had time while modeling. I love to make things with my hands and I used to sell the drinks, candles, and trinkets I made in my family’s shop. We both grew up with the salt water air on different shores and I can’t wait to meet you. May this journey we take be one that changes us all for the better!

#plume #plume magazine #sims 4 #sims 4 edit #my sims #naka's sims #graphic design #magazine #poetic-falls #abe barbosa #abraham barbosa

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little-writings · 4 years ago

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MC adopts a puppy and Yoosung is jealous of the puppy

It’s been way too long since I’ve shown Yoosung any love, so I’d love to write this for you! Anyhow, I hope you have an amazing day and enjoy!

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You’d stumbled upon the puppy on your way from work.

You nearly swerved off the road at the sight of a tawny, long-haired pup stranded in the middle of the street. You’d jumped out without a second thought and for all the honking horns and yelling drivers that’d stuck their heads out of their windows, you didn’t regret it.

The puppy was a spaniel mix, long, droopy ears and fur full of curls with paws a little too big for his body. He was a mess, and dirt mottled his coat where the ribs just barely protruded against your fingers.

And yet despite all he’d so clearly been through, his eyes were still so full of warmth. It’s tail – consisting only of a short nub – even began to wag at the sight of you. He had been through so much and clearly had so much more love to give in spite of it all.

You’d snuck him back in your car and brought him home, all the while the little puppy attempting to scamper across the front seats before settling in your lap. When you’d brought him inside he’d stumbled across the wooden flooring, gawking about like it was the grandest sight he’d ever seen.

This wide-eyed, excited gaze quickly vanished when you gave him a bath. Like most puppies, he wasn’t a fan, whining and making unsuccessful attempts to climb out. He was only happy once again when you lifted him up, dripping with water and curls already beginning to twirl once again.

Yoosung had come home when you’d wrapped up the puppy in a towel. He’d nearly passed by you in the bathroom when he’d jerked back at the sight of the small dog cradled in your arms. He adjusted his glasses confusedly, peering so forward he ended up tripping over the bath mats. He slid forward against the wooden floor, funnily over, ending up just overlooking the pup.

“Oh!” His eyes lit up. He tapped against the puppy’s snout playfully, laughing at one of his oversized paws attempting to return the gesture. “And who’s this?”

“I hope you don’t mind! I-I just found him and couldn’t leave him there in the street…”

“That’s how you found him? The poor thing!” Yoosung gasped. “How could anyone just toss you away~?”

A part of your heart always melted at the sight of Yoosung fawning over animals. Most days during work he’d send you pictures of all the pets being brought in – from cats, dogs, rabbits, and even birds. Each and every time Yoosung would barely be able to text in how overwhelmed he was by how each and every animal was insurmountably adorable. You often wondered how he managed to get through all his appointments.

“I was thinking we could keep him, at least until we come up with any other plan?” You tapped your feet against the tile floor in anticipation. “Please?”

Yoosung didn’t stand a chance.

Soon enough, the stray you’d taken in was given the name ‘Cinnamon’. And quickly, you and Cinnamon became inseparable. He followed you wherever you went, little legs awkwardly chasing after you and trying to climb into your lap at every opportunity.

In fact, every time you were with Yoosung, Cinnamon found a way to sneak himself between the two of you.

The first time was during that very first evening. You were sitting together on the sofa, a movie playing that you two inevitably chattered all throughout. Even if you’d try to pay attention during films, Yoosung would always whisper questions into your ear, causing you two to spiral into snickering and utterly off track.

The two of you were distracted once again, Yoosung remembering a joke he’d heard earlier in the day and suddenly eager to tell you. He leaned against you on your two cushions of the sofa that caused you both to only sink further – Yoosung practically laying on top of you by the end of it. The more he tried to tell you the joke in that hushed, giggly voice the more it made you laugh.

When Cinnamon noticed, well he wanted to know what was so amusing. He began pawing at the side of the couch anxiously, tail wagging and even his far-too-long ears perking up.

Of course, you sat up – causing Yoosung to too, rise. You lifted up Cinnamon and he covered you in kisses, and admittedly, took the whole of your attention. By the end of the movie, he’d fallen asleep in your lap where one could hear the faintest snoring.

Yoosung had compromised by resting his head against your shoulder, occasionally pressing kisses to your neck. Every time you could see frustration bubbling up inside of him, Cinnamon yawned or stretched his paws just so against Yoosung’s leg and your husband settled back down.

The next time was simply minutes later that night when the two of you made your way to bed, Cinnamon still cradled in your arms. Yoosung’s hand hung gingerly at the end of your shirt, keeping you close. It was a habit he gained after losing you so often in crowds, and in his sleepiest moments.

You’d both collapsed against the bed the second you were able. Sheets were loosely pulled back only to ‘plop’ on top but you could’ve cared less as long as long as your head still hit the pillow.

Cinnamon started in your arms, but that was until he started to climb. You couldn’t stop laughing as this tiny puppy began trying to climb over your neck and shoulders. How could anyone?

Well, Yoosung didn’t find it quite as funny. However, this might’ve been for the simple fact that when CInnamon did manage to make it over your shoulders, he landed on Yoosung, trying to pull you close.

Yoosung snorted as paws and hair were suddenly smothering his face. It was pure luck that Yoosung managed to grapple the puppy in his hands before jerking back in alarm. You twisted around to see Yoosung pressing his nose to Cinnamon’s, cheeks puffing out and nose wrinkled.

“You are so lucky you’re cute.”

Cinnamon barked in response, and Yoosung couldn’t hide the smile it brought.

“Let me cuddle MC…!” Yoosung groaned, squeezing one of Cinnamon’s pads. “You got them this evening!”

You heard a fussy growl.

“This is not up for negotiation!”

Yoosung planted Cinnamon at the foot of the bed, but the puppy would wrestle with Yoosung’s feet beneath the sheets all night in outrage.

In the morning, Cinnamon had squeezed himself between the two of you, and once again declared himself the victor of the fight.

This situation carried on again and again for the following days. Yoosung, constantly battling between his obvious love for you and the utter adorableness of the puppy, and Cinnamon, who was blissfully unaware.

It’d occurred when You and Yoosung were cooking dinner. He’d been making an effort to teach you, and soon it’d become a weekly tradition to try something new. Tonight was Japchae, and while Yoosung managed the beef you were handling the noodle simmering in the boiling pot.

Yoosung, knowing the recipe well enough to do it with his eyes closed, often found himself distracted. This distraction was sneaking kisses. Each time you nearly spilled the pot in surprise, but you supposed you didn’t entirely mind the affection.

With so much going on above him, Cinnamon, naturally, became curious. He tapped at your pant leg until you took notice. You lifted him up, holding Cinnamon close to your chest and allowing him to look over the whole kitchen counter. His eyes widened like dinner plates at the smells, especially that of the beef marinade. Soon enough, his jaw was hanging in delight and his tail was wagging rapidly.

“What’s he doing?” Yoosung asked, now slicing carrots into short, thin strips. “What if he sheds onto the noodles?”

You hid part of your face behind Cinnamon, tipping the pup from side to side playfully. “That’s why he’s staying close to me!”

Yoosung huffed. “He’s going to ruin the dish! He’ll slobber in the water!”

“No, he won’t! Cinnamon is very well-behaved!” You raised your voice to be higher, mimicking what you thought Cinnamon’s voice would’ve been. Perhaps you were lucky Cinnamon had no idea that was what you were doing, because you felt rather silly. “‘Yes I am, Mr. Yoosung! I’ll be good’!”

“Yeah, you will! You’ll be good at taking up all of their attention!” He tapped Cinnamon’s snout, frowning.

At that moment it clicked, and you grinned. You took a few steps closer to Yoosung, pushing forward Cinnamon’s leg to smush against Yoosung’s cheek.

“‘Are you jealous of me, Mr. Yoosung~?”

Your husband’s cheeks began to burn a bright red. “I-I am not jealous of a dog!”

You lowered Cinnamon back to your chest, doing your absolute best to swallow your laughter. “Oh my gosh, you’re jealous of the dog.”

“I am not!” Yoosung’s voice got higher and higher with embarrassment.

“Did you think I would leave you for Cinnamon? He’d become the sole focus of my life and leave my dear husband in the dust?”

Yoosung made a humiliating groan. “It sounds so silly when you say it like that!”

You snickered and set Cinnamon on the ground before kissing Yoosung, the man leaning so forward into you, you both almost tumbled over the counter. When you parted, your foreheads still pressed against one another and flecks of his golden curls brushing against your cheeks.

“It might’ve been a little silly.”

You were actually broken apart by Cinnamon, winding between your legs and barking, eager to be brought back up. It was a request that couldn’t be denied, and Yoosung hoisted him up, the puppy licking his fingers and yipping excitedly.

Yoosung could never resist an animal for long. And at that moment, Cinnamon went from a guest to a part of your family.

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tf2-hellhole · 4 years ago

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(I first like to say medics husband rolling in like the bomb squad if over 5 is amazing-) okay so mercs having a s/o who takes several of their things and hiding them if they deem they’re not getting enough attention and somehow it turns into hostages situation-

Scout:

He spends like ten minutes searching for his things before his S/O reveals that they’ve hidden them, and grins when they tell him

He’ll wait for the opportune moment, and he’ll jump forward to wrap his S/O in his arms and demand that they tell him where his things are, or else

When they say no, he gently tosses them down onto the couch and tickles them mercilessly until they finally reveal the location of his things, but he probably takes a while, like 5-10 minutes, to just lazily lay on top of them and have them pet his hair before he goes and gets his things. He’ll do this even if it makes him late for whatever he needed his things for.

Later takes them out for a cute date, like to a diner

Soldier:

When his S/O explains that they’ve hidden his things, he scowls

But he totally catches them by surprise by jumping over the couch to playfully tackle them onto it. He gently holds them down, demanding they tell him where his things are until they finally give the information out inbetween their loud giggles.

If he learns that they did it because they’re feeling neglected, he’ll probably take them out somewhere fun in the next week, like maybe taking them out for ice cream then going to see a movie.

Pyro:

Pyro giggles when they realize what’s going on and why their Balloonicorn is missing. Pyro always gives his S/O the attention they need b/c they’re a good bean, so the context of this hostage situation is purely just play

They playfully chase their S/O around their living quarters for while until they finally get them in their reach. They gently grab their partner and pull them into a big hug, and hold them hostage until they tell Pyro where they hid the toy.

Pyro is sure to plan something for his S/O afterward, like maybe watching a movie in a pillow fort or something similar that can be done at home. They try to make this a regular thing with their S/O if it wasn’t already.

Demo:

Demo gives his S/O a mischievous smile when they explain what they’ve done with his scrumpy

At the first chance he gets, he grabs one of his S/O’s belongings and threatens them playfully, demanding a trade of their belonging for his scrumpy back. The trade is high-tension, but both are giggling and smiling the while time.

Unlike Offense, he feels a little bad when he realizes that he’s been making his S/O feel neglected. It pops up in his mind several times when he’s out working, sometimes distracting him. He plans to take them out to their favorite restaurant the next chance he gets, and works on leaving more free time on weekends so he can come home and spend time with them.

Heavy:

He can’t help but laugh a little when his S/O explains what they’ve done. He loves when his partner is playful with him.

But he’s a smart man, and he realizes why they’ve done this very quickly. He gets close to his partner, even kneels down if they’re significantly smaller than him, and negotiates for his things to be given back in return for him setting aside more time to spend with them. They accept, of course

He comes to his S/O the moment he’s off work and asks if they’d like to make dinner with him. If they say yes, they spend a while cooking together (Heavy insists on making his S/O’s favorite) and cuddle up for the rest of the night. If they aren’t in the mood, he takes them out to a restaurant instead.

Engie:

Engie is very amused by what his S/O is trying to pull but he successfully hides it

He asks, “Please, darlin’? I really need them for work…” and uses those blue puppy eyes of his to guilt-trip his S/O into getting his things. He chuckles when they run off to get them

He plans a romantic night at home for him and his S/O, complete with homemade dinner, a romantic movie, guitar playing, and lots of cuddles.

Medic:

Medic frowns when his S/O tells them what’s up with a big grin

He actually pouts and gets all up in his feelings about it, and doesn’t talk to his S/O until they give him his things back.

It isn’t until a while later where it finally clicks in his peanut brain that he was a huge dick to his S/O and that he’d been neglecting them for a while. He feels horrible about it.

He brings them home flowers and treats, and pampers them until they forgive him. The next night, he takes them out on a fancy date.

Sniper:

When his S/O explains what they’ve done, he chuckles softly

He sits down and pulls his S/O down to sit on his lap with them perpendicular to him, and asks what they’d like to do with him in the next few days in return for his things. He kisses the crown of their head when they bring his belongings back to him.

He’ll take them wherever they want, and on his next free weekend he will also take them out on a camping trip to the nearest national park or nature reserve. He tries his best to make weekend adventures a regular thing for his S/O.

Spy:

When his S/O tells him that they’ve hidden his things, he swiftly stands up, puts out his cigarette, and straightens his suit

I know this is an overused troupe, but he really would use it. This bastard is gonna walk over there and probably pull them into a passionate kiss, push them against a wall, or something along those lines, and whisper “Please go get my things, mon amour.” They are too flustered to say no. He smiles mischievously as they walk away to get his belongings.

Over the weekend, he absolutely pampers his S/O and takes them out to a very, very fancy dinner. He probably sets up his smoking room so they can dance together.

#tf2 #teamfortress2 #tf2 scout #tf2 soldier #tf2 pyro #tf2 demoman #tf2 heavy #tf2 engineer #tf2 medic #tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #tf2 imagines #tf2 headcanons #tf2 x reader #tf2 x s/o

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meat-husband · 5 years ago

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Heyo! This is my first ask! I'm just really curious how different type of writers interpret our favorite slashers! My ask! How would Michael Myers (other slashers) be with a cute and innocent S/O IF IT'S OKAY can we get a REAL SERIOUS and scary Verizon of our babies!! Again no rush, do what you loveeeeee

Sometimes you just need a big murder man to sling you over their shoulder and drag you into the woods :/

Brahms

Absolutely going to abuse your goodwill for his own needs. You’re kind, helpful and almost naive, and all of these things will make it that much easier for him to worm his way into your affections, through whatever means necessary. He is not concerned with you actually loving him and staying to care for him out of that love - he’s perfectly happy to play pretend, keeping you in line with a combination of threats and petulant whining.

He wants affection. He’ll crawl into your bed at night, quietly insisting that you pet his hair and hold him until he falls asleep. Over time you start to do these things without him asking, knowing just from the way he approaches you that he’s come looking for your gentle touch.

He knows how easy it is for you to befriend someone, which is why he limits your time away from home as much as he can. Whatever needs to be done can be accomplished with phone calls and home deliveries, where he can pull the cord if he thinks you’re enjoying yourself too much. Any unfortunate visitors that so much as say hello in too friendly of a tone run the risk of not making it off the property.

Because he’s very much aware that you’re staying there against your will, attempts at escape are almost expected. He’s still going to be furious, but he will have plans ready ahead of time to make sure that you don’t make it too far.

The most effective thing he can use against you is any hope you might have of helping him. He’ll push you to the end of your rope, when you’re ready to give up and make a break for it, then lure you back in with a not so heartfelt plea for you to stay.

Michael

He keeps an eye on you for a long time before making a move. Maybe he’s just tired of waiting or maybe you’re getting too close to someone else, but he goes pretty quickly from ‘peeking through your windows’ to ‘in your house, waiting at the end of your bed for you to wake up and scream’.

But just because he has some sort of twisted interest in you doesn’t mean you can get out of it unscathed. He treats you like any other hunt at first, which means you have a good few hours of being chased down before you realize that his intentions aren’t to murder you.

You can scream and kick all you like, but once he’s decided that he owns you, that’s pretty much the end of it. He expects you to fall in line quickly though, and he’ll be as mean as he needs to for you to realize that you’re not getting away.

Even once he’s got you firmly under his control, he doesn’t stop reminding you of it. He watches you from a distance when you leave the house, a looming reminder that one small misstep will have everyone around you killed in retaliation.

He can show some affection, though it’s usually more than a little brutal. Things taken from the homes, or bodies, of his victims, are common gifts presented to you after a kill.

Bubba

You start out as a sort of pet, something he’s allowed to keep only because no one thinks he’ll manage to keep you alive for more than a few weeks. He’s a sucker for the timid way you look at him, interpreting your fear as a cute, but shy, demeanor.

He isn’t allowed to care for you until the rest of his chores are completed, but sometimes when the house is empty, he’ll sneak into your room. It’s more of a treat for him to feed and dress you than a task.

You aren’t allowed out of your room, but that’s another rule that he’ll break if given the opportunity. He’ll sneak you downstairs to eat in the kitchen or outside to sit in the sun, always happy to see how grateful you are to be allowed these small freedoms. He loves having you rely on him to provide the things that make you happy.

If you use these excursions as an escape route, though, they’ll end immediately. He’s more worried than anything when he discovers that you’re gone, but once you’re back where you belong, he’ll be angry. Tighter restraints and a closer watch kept on you during the day will prevent you from trying it again.

He likes to spoil you, giving you extra food when no ones around to notice, and dressing you up in the pretty clothes he finds on victims. A lot of time is spent being dressed up, hair brushed out and face smudged with sloppy makeup, and you always get a little treat for behaving well.

Thomas

Thomas craves kindness from others, but he isn’t used to actually receiving it, which will instantly upgrade you from dinner to potential family member. He doesn’t trust it at first, but so long as you continue to provide soft, kind words and shaky smiles, he’ll keep you separated from the less fortunate catches as long he can.

When it comes down to it, he’ll make an effort to keep you off the dinner table, and to your surprise the family is very happy about his sudden interest in you. You find yourself being made to choose between being killed or becoming Tommy’s responsibility, and it’s not as easy a choice as it seems.

He doesn’t like it when you’re obviously frightened, trembling and crying even after the saw has cut off, and he’ll do his best to comfort you. He treats you almost like a skittish animal at first, approaching you slowly and sliding a dirty hand through your hair. He never seems to catch on to the fact that he is the thing that frightens you, not the noise.

He spends most of his time downstairs, so that’s where you end up as well. Occasionally you stay upstairs, helping with other housework, but most often you get carried downstairs right after meals, set up on a little makeshift bed where he can keep an eye on you. He sits with you between his chores, pulling you up against his side with one big arm and keeping you in place against him.

You might not warm up to the cooking right away, but he isn’t going to let you skip meals. If you don’t eat on your own, he’ll insist, forcing small bites of meat into your mouth until you successfully keep them down. He brings you food as often as he can, usually letting you eat whatever you want from his plate before he eats himself and he’s careful to make sure that you actually swallow all the food you take.

Jason

He has a big protective instinct anyways and with someone who plays up to the urge to care for and protect them, he’ll be unstoppable. But what might start out as a desire to keep you safe will quickly become an overwhelming need to just keep you. He sees how soft you are, how gentle, and he wants it all for himself.

He isn’t mean on purpose, but he isn’t used to caring for anyone else, let alone a normal human who is more delicate than he is. His hands are rough when they touch you and leave bruises even when he tries to be gentle. You flinch away from him sometimes and even though he understands why, he can’t help but be angry when it happens.

Right from the beginning, it’s established that you have to ask for what you want. He does his best to allow you as much freedom as he can, letting you out onto the porch to sit in the sun or following behind as you walk a short path around the cabin. But he can’t always let you do as you please, often denying you access to anything out of a certain distance from the cabin, and never when he isn’t with you.

Any attempt to leave is met with a frightening amount of rage. He doesn’t hurt you, but you can’t help but be afraid that he might when you get caught sliding open an unlocked window. He’ll lock the bedroom door if he has to and you don’t get another chance to sneak out of a window after he nails them all shut.

He’s very affectionate, pulling you into his lap and just sitting with you, on the couch or outside in the grass. He’s content to do all the work, petting your hair and pressing the mask against your cheek in a half kiss, but he’ll be overjoyed if you so much as settle against his chest or sigh while he strokes your hair.

Vincent

Someone who’s too polite/nervous/naive to tell him he’s being creepy? Perfect match. He’s a romantic, or what he thinks is romantic, which really just comes across as passive aggressive and unsettling. Any sort of rejection will make him cold and angry, so you’ve got to play along if you want to keep him happy.

He sort of just skips over the whole beginning portion of the relationship and jumps straight to ‘we’re a couple and you’re mine’, even though it’s only been a week. He likes to stay close to you as much as he can, keeping you in the room while he works and curling up in the same bed when he sleeps.

Very jealous of anything that manages to catch your attention for any amount of time. You rely on him to bring you things, mainly books, to keep yourself entertained in the house, but he’ll refuse to if he’d rather you spent the time with him. He’ll whittle down your options until you have to pay attention to him - ideally, you’ll sit around all day waiting for him to show up and keep you company.

He might give up eventually if you were loud and angry, fighting him every step of the way, but your quiet, resigned attitude keeps him hoping that you’re not as disinterested as it sometimes seems. He does his best to keep you happy, to show you how well he can care for you, and he knows that one day his efforts will be rewarded.

He takes any attempt to leave very personally. It’s one of the only times you’ll see him truly angry, a firm grip on your arm as he drags you back into the house. The anger only lasts as long as it takes for him to wear himself out, breaking things in the basement and throwing supplies around the room, but afterwards he’s very depressed. He’ll crawl over to you, forcing his head into your lap and begging you to tell him what he’s done wrong.

#Slashers #Brahms Heelshire #Michael Myers #Bubba Sawyer #Thomas Hewitt #Jason Voorhees #Vincent Sinclair #Slasher x Reader #Gender Neutral Reader #xxravenxx

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tipsydipsydo · 5 years ago

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The members having a crush on you! [their indecent thoughts🔞]

Hey my Dears💜

Here we go again into the second round of the "When the Members have a crush on you!"-Scenario(s)!

It's not necessary but still useful to read the first part of the scenario to understand some "connections" (it's kinda a little storyline for each invidual member I'd say? 😂😅)

The link to the first scenario could be found here! [It's gender neutral so everyone can read it!] 💚

This part about their dirty thoughts is in general the same scenario just customized for the specific gender of the reader 🤗💕 (quick reminder: this here is for female readers!😂💗)

The scenario for the male reader could be found here!

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My Masterlist!

Then... I don't have anything to say anymore so let's go!

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Jin

the reason why Jin is suddenly so shy to you is...

...that with his increasing romantic feelings for you, others... certain feelings and thoughts enters his mind too

thoughts that makes him feel drawn to you and not just for hugs and cuddles ...

...these indecent thoughts that you shouldn't have about a very close friend.

how your body could look like under your tight-fitting clothes

what kind of underwear covers your beautiful breasts and your perfectly round ass

Jin hardly dares to think about how you could look in lace lingerie otherwise he would have a problem

...in his crotch.

Cooking with you is such a challenge for him sometimes

when he gives you a spoonful of dessert so you can taste if it needs a little more sugar

and you lead it between your soft lips, lick very carefully all of the dessert from the spoon, rolling your eyes full of pleasure and moaning how delicious his dessert is.

Jin has a problem down there in no time.

And not a small one...

how can you let such sinful things come over your lips and look so innocent?!

this unintented sensual moan haunts him, doesn't wants to get out of his head.

he is terribly embarrassed when he mastubates for the first time with the thoughts of you and your sweet voice

he had never cum so quickly

you drive him completely crazy

the more dirty fantasies he has about you, the more shy he'll be around you.

Jin's Adam's apple starts bobbing nervously as you bend down to tie your shoes while sticking your butt out towards him

he would love it to put his big hands on your ass and grabbing it firmly Since then, he has been troubled by fantasies of taking you from behind and ruining your pussy, placing his hands on your soft, perfectly round buttcheeks and pulling them apart to see how well his cock goes deep into you, fills you up and elicits sweetest moans from your lips

you do all of this to him without even having the slightest idea what is behind this (from you) so-called "sweet" shyness.

Yoongi

there are reasons why Yoongi advoid you and locks himself in his room/studio

he wants to choke off every opportunity where he could see you in those damn cute blouses that has sometimes (in his opinion way too often) deep cutouts

seeing the swell your breasts in the white border of your lace bra is too much for him

oh how he hates that you act like you don't know what kind of effect such an outfit has on him! (Although you really have no idea) sometimes he thinks that you only do this to annoy him and to play with his feelings

he knows that he has no chance with you anyway and that he doesn't deserves to touch such a beautiful girl

nevertheless, even with the best discipline, he cannot prevent himself from certain fantasies they're caused by unfulfilled desires arising in his head

he wants to be the one who can eat your so well that you'll push his head even further between your thighs so that his tongue can fucks you even deeper

he wants to be the one who can fingers you until you squirt and let the whole house know that it's Yoongi who let you see spheres where you have never been before he wants to be the one who can stretch your walls so damn well and in all the perfect places, who can make you think of nothing but him and his thick, perfect cock and never want to feel another person in yourself again

what frustrates him most is, that he can't even work normally.

realize that his newly produced tracks are mostly that kind of songs that he wants to be played in the background when he fucks you. they're slower than usual, with a seductive melody and his rap is deep and husky, making countless promises to you of what things he wants to do with you.

the fantasy that absolutely kills him is when you would kneel between his thighs in his studio and spoil his thick cock with your sinful lips, take him completely into your mouth and let his tip slide into your throat while looking at him with big, innocent eyes

when he's about to come, he would pull away from your lips and want to cum on your bare breasts

...deep down in his mind he wants to make a mess out of you and ruin you with his filthy desires.

Namjoon

When Namjoon realizes that in addition to his romantic feelings for you he also develops certain thoughts and fantasies, he tries his best to avoid them

he is afraid to sexualize you in his fantasies

you are not just a sexual object for him,only to satisfy his desires, you are so damn much more for him!

he doesn't want you to feel uncomfortable with his, sometimes not so unobtrusive, looks at you

but how can he resist when you are so damn beautiful and everything in him feels attracted to you

he learns from Taehyung that you've read Fifty Shades of Grey you wanted to understand the hype surrounding these books

you said that while writing style and characters weren't your cup of tea, you found the topic of the book really interesting

that is: Dom/Sub-Themes and BDSM

he asked Taehyung countless of questions

if you told him other things about whether and what your preferences were

but he was silent, smirked at his leader and chuckled

"You have to ask her yourself. I'm her best friend, I can't take advantage of her trust and reveal her secrets, who do you think I am, hyung?!"

since then the abstinence of mastubation was over, countless fantasies about various kinds of play sessions with you offered him the necessary satisfaction of his needs

when you pick him up from somewhere and he sits in the car just with you, that's pure horror for Joonie

because he doesn't have a driver's license himself and doesn't trust himself to make it too, he thinks it's pretty attractive that you can handle all of this stuff

especially your focused, serious look at the road and how your hands are holding the steering wheel has somehow an attractive effect on him

instinctively he would like to slide his hand under your skirt and tease your plush pussy lips through the thin fabric of your panties

before he pushes the fabric aside with his fingers and would fingers you

turn your serious gaze into a lustful one, let your fingers grip the steering wheel even more tightly out of pure ectasy

while you have still full control and your focus on driving

he doesn't understand himself, he doesn't even want to think about developing something like a "car-driving" kink maybe it is your charisma and self-confidence that turns him on

gradually he loses faith in himself thanks to you.

Hoseok

Since he knows how your current partner is treating you and they seem to give a shit about your feelings and needs in this relationship he wants to be the one who gives you the attention you deserve

you saved money for your partner's birthday present for months and he only took a quick look at it when you give it to them

you mumble in frustration that you should've rather spend the money on yourself, preferably on new sex toys

Hobi didn't believe his ears at first and looked up at you in confusion, asked what you mean by that

"We only have sex when he feels like it. When I try to seduce them in new lingerie or even ask them if we could have sex, then they makes a dismissive gesture and is pissed off that I should go out of the direction of the TV... It's been like this for a few months since I started shopping online for sex toys out of frustration. Sometimes I really wonder if I'm addicted to sex and I'm a nymphomaniac ... it's normal to want sex two or three times in a week?"

To see you so insecure about your own needs for closeness and just normal sexual activities, so that you start wondering whether you are morbidly addicted, breaks Hobi's heart

he tells you that you are not weird at all and your sexual needs are completely normal and that your partner didn't treat you as you deserve

but unfortunately he couldn't say more, it would have been very strange between you if he had said how he would treat you if he were your partner

the following days and weeks Hobi are plagued with indecent fantasies about you, his best friend

what would he have given only to know what toys you have and how you use them on yourself

and generally, all of these things he could do to you to give you the best orgasms in the world and make you feel like a goddess

he would love to be the servant for your unpleasured desires

to be the one who gives you the feeling of being Cleopatra in Person.

Jimin

it happend accidentally and unintented that you have become a part of Jimin's erotic fantasies

he took care of his needs and jack off like usual to his favourite fantasy that always makes him cum

but not this time

it seems like it wouldn't work that day, he thought it could be stress or pressure that he just couldn't cum, no matter how long he's going to jack off and teasing the most sensitive parts of his cock

he was about to give up when you jumps right into the fantasy

now it's you who's bouncing on his cock, rolling ypur hips in the most sensual way

playing with your nipples, massaging your breasts while his hands are placed on your hips, gives your body more stability so Jimin can thrusts slow but unbelievable deep into your pussy, hitting your G-spot, let come the cutest and sexiests moans over lips

you have to support yourself on his muscular chest, whine about the different angle that makes you even more sensitive

whimper his name over and over again like a Mantra

babbling dirty things that comes into your sex-focused mind

"Oh my god, oh my- Jimin, oh god, your cock feels so good in my pussy, w-when you going to fuck me like that I'll be able to cum without touching my clit, oh fuck! Please, keep fucking me like that, that feels so good, I've never get fucked so damn good, I love your cock!"

Just the thought, those words could come over your lips makes him cum so hard and so much, that his cum is spread all over his bare, sweaty chest

he needs some minutes to calm down and to catch his breath again

then he realised what he has done

he literally fucked the shit out of you and wrecked your pussy in this fantasy and he came so freaking fast only because thinking that you're the one riding his cock

at this point he already knew it's not going to change anymore

how the heck should he behave around you, when you're coming over tonight?!

Taehyung

like I said in my first post, everything started with innocent... well not so innocent dreams

at first he didn't even remember the content of his dreams

but with every time it happens, he remember more and more of his fantasies

one particular is, when you're tied down to the headboard under him, all whiny and squirming while he fucks you with slow deep thrusts, hitting that sweet spot in your body all the time

then he takes the hitachi massager next to you in his hand and press it onto your clit, watching you in pure fascination when you're about to reach your high within seconds

but then taking the vibrator away and hold his cock still in your pussy until you calmed down again

and then the game starts from the beginning...

...his boxer briefs and pyjama pants are wet and stained in the mornings, sometimes he came so much in his dreams that even the bed sheets are ruined

the boys are confused why Tae starts changing his sheets so often

but when they asked he just spat back at them that's not their business

but after some time he came to Jimin and ask him for advice how to deal with this situation and that he feels helpless and ashamed

that he has such thoughts about his best friend

and then in dreams where he can't control these fantasies and his body too

but Jimin didn't laugh, he listened patiently and carefully to Taehyung

then he tried to calm him down, that these things just happen and you can't do anything against it

Jiminie blush a little bit and then reveal his own story when it comes to indecent thoughts about a person you like (a little bit more than usual)

"I hope it doesn't sounds weird to you... but maybe you can stop the wet dreams a little bit when you... when you take care of your fantasies properly before you're going to sleep, you know?"

"You think, I should jack off to my best friend?"

"Well, we all see two miles away that you developed a crush on Y/N. That's why we're all not surprised that you wash your sheets so excessively , we're not stupid and knew pretty fast it's because of unpleasant thoughts at night."

"Wait... all of them knows about it?!"

"Yep, Tae. We all know it, but it's completely fine. We all dealed with it while puberty and when someone has a crush on somebody... well, let's say, everyone here experienced that problem too. By the way, Hobi gave me this tip to jerk off before going to bed. Maybe it'll works dor you too?"

Jungkook

he's the youngest of them, that's why I think he'd be still the one who is the most badly affected by flirtatious or playful alluring outfits, dirty jokes etc.

just an example: you stay over the night in the dorm, coming in the morning into the kitchen to get a glass of water for yourself. You think everything is fine until you hear someone chokes badly behind you... poor Kookie chokes on his cornflakes because you're just standing infront of him in a top and (in his opinion) super short pyjama-shorts...

compared to the others he could get erotic thoughts pretty fast without wanting it

like really.

he's suffering and don't know at first how to deal with it

thinks having such thoughts about an other person is super rude and try to avoid them

feels like a Deja-Vu with his puberty where sexual hormones sexualize literally everything

and that's a sensitive spot for him, he's sick being always the "baby of the group" (he knows he'll always be anyway bc he's the youngest)

he wants to be seen as a mature grown up man finally, that's also why he works out so much

there are two fantasies that makes him instantly hard:

1. Imagine you riding moaning and whining his muscular thigh and whenever he flexs this thick thigh muscle, your clit grinds right over it. Your hands wandering over his defined abs and pecks, try to find a spot to support yourself, seeing your eyes full of lust and desperation, seeing this hunger for a real man like him in your eyes...

that keeps him always going when he works out and push his limits

2. this Scenario in his head kills him always: He's fucking you right into the mattress, finding all these good spots of your pussy to tease the shit out of you... plus his stamina is legendary, you'll end sobbing and crying that you can't cum anymore, that your pussy and your clit is oversensitive... the cherry in top would be, when you try to keep hold of all this pleasure and grip his flexing biceps tightly as if you're drowning and whining his name...

...what ultimately change into "Daddy"... that would gives him such an Ego-Boost, that he's your Daddy, that he's your man and not only "cute boy" anymore!

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guked · 5 years ago

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KISS THE GIRL, 02. M

“kiss you? i wouldn’t kiss you if you were the last woman on earth—or even if my life depended on it!”

or...

after saving a human prince from being drowned by the sea witch, you’re cursed by that infamous witch to live out the rest of your days as a human—unless you can manage to get true love’s kiss from that very same prince.

which would be a simple task, had he not hated you the moment you met.

pairing. jungkook x (f) reader | word count. 4,782 genre. mermaid au. angst. fluff. smut.

tags. mermaid reader, prince jungkook, sea witch taehyung, merman hoseok, enchantments, magic, curses, teasing, sexual content, masturbation, daydream, making out, thigh riding, enemies to lovers, infidelity.

notes. inspired by the little mermaid.

01. 02. | ongoing.

➝ TWISTED TALES: A DISNEY COLLECTION.

You enjoyed playing with the foamy bubbles in the large bath that Miyoung had prepared for you, even letting her wash and brush your hair for you. You suspected it must have been odd for her, but you had absolutely no interest in covering up your body from anyone’s eyes—though you did wonder about the new anatomy of your body.

Especially the thing between your two legs. When you thought of how much you missed Hoseok, it felt strange. You didn’t know if that was normal. And you hated yourself for how it felt the same way when you thought of Jungkook, too. You guessed it must be normal, but you also supposed that it would be too weird to ask one of the humans about it, so you resolved to figure it out yourself later.

For now, you frolicked about in your new room, a clean and lengthy dress fitted around your frame. You cocked your head at yourself in the long mirror, proud at yourself for being able to remain steady on your feet now.

There was a knock on the door of your room. You cleared your throat, a slight tickle in the back of it; you must be catching something from your unfamiliar surroundings. You turned toward the door, letting a smile form on your lips.

“Come in,” you called softly.

The door opened and Miyoung peeked her head slightly into the room, returning your smile. “It’s time to eat, my dear,” she said. You couldn’t help letting your smile grow, your stomach grumbling quietly. “I’ll escort you down to the dining hall.”

“Will Jungkook be joining me?” you asked curiously, slipping some of the shoes she’d given you earlier onto your feet. You curled your toes a bit, unused to the strange feelings. She’d given you flat shoes, as the two of you had discovered that your already precarious center of balance was made worse when you wore the same heeled shoes that other ladies you’d seen wore.

“You will be joining Prince Jungkook, yes,” she replied, a slightly chiding tone in her voice. You pretended to be embarrassed, fluttering your lashes innocently. So the rules up on land about titles and such remained the same as they did in Atlantica. You would file that away for later. “I am certain he is already seated and waiting for you.”

The two of you made your way down the hall and the wide staircase, Miyoung and yourself smiling widely at the lack of need for help. You still had to walk slowly down them for fear of falling onto your face, but now you didn’t need to grip anyone to walk along. As you neared the dining hall, you could hear many voices and laughter, along with faint clanging.

Miyoung gestured for you to go in and take a seat at the large table. You immediately spotted Jungkook among the many other people, his hand gripping a silver-colored tool that you’d seen before on your adventures into shipwrecks. He used the tool to put food into his mouth slowly, his eyes darting between the two people talking to him. He was seated at the head of the table and you spotted an empty seat beside him.

Many other humans were seated at the table, having their own conversations that you didn’t care to listen to. Seizing your chance, you walked swiftly over to Jungkook’s side and took the seat open next to him, not at the head of the table but right at the edge of the side. His gaze snapped over to you and he took in your much less disshelved appearance with an appreciative look.

Jungkook seemed to cut off the conversation he’d been in before, turning to face you completely. A servant placed a covered plate in front of you, lifting the top to reveal delicious smelling food underneath—you took in the scent, unused to it.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked you quietly.

You smiled and tried not to make it noticeable when you copied the way he held the tool in his hand, eyes darting around briefly before settling on his face.

“Yes, thank you,” you said. You batted your lashes at him. “I don’t know what would have become of me without your help, my prince.”

“Please,” he replied smoothly. “Make no mention of it. How could I leave a beautiful maiden like yourself all alone?”

You gripped the metal in your hand a little tighter, inclining your head as respectfully as you could. “You flatter me.”

There was a lull in conversation as Jungkook leaned back in his chair, eyes slowly drifting away from you as other people attempted to get his attention. You took the opportunity to sneak a glance at the people beside you to see how they used the sharper object to cut into the meat. You copied their motions, a little sloppier than them, and shoveled the hot food into your mouth. You tried not to show how affected you were, slowly eating whatever it was they had cooked.

After most of the people had finished and more food had been brought out—these having a particularly sweet taste that made you drool a bit—the conversations had lulled a bit. A butler had come to stand slightly behind Jungkook’s chair and glanced at you before leaning down a bit.

“Your Highness,” the old man said, a small smile on his face as Jungkook looked up at him questioningly. “Might I suggest a tour of the town for our lovely guest?”

Jungkook’s eyes widened a bit and he turned to look at you. “Would that interest you?”

You nodded excitedly. “Yes, I would love to see everything in town. If it’s not a bother to you, of course—!”

He shook his head to stop you. “No, no, it would be my pleasure. Then, let us go tomorrow. It will be getting dark soon, and I would hate to rush you.”

You had to hold back the grumble. Another day to wait. “Of course,” you said pleasantly.

Jungkook stood from his seat and the others quickly got to their feet as well. You copied them, a little belatedly, but commended yourself on being able to stand on your feet without falling over. “If you’ll excuse me,” Jungkook told the guests clearly. “I’ll be retiring for the evening.”

Everyone bowed briefly and you did as well, looking up to watch him walk away from the table and out of the hall. He disappeared around the corner and everyone started their conversations back up. You couldn’t help but notice the new ease with which they held themselves, no longer putting on a show for royalty.

You slowly moved away from the table and walked out as well, looking around the castle as you made your way slowly to your room. Letting your fingertips graze the wooden tables and glass trinkets atop them, you sighed and took in the new sensations. Thoughts of Hoseok flitted to your mind and you sighed even deeper, wishing you had some way to send word that you were okay and working on getting back. You knew everyone must be worried for your safety.

If only you hadn’t gone out to the ships.

Somehow, you found yourself walking out into a courtyard of some kind. You peeked out and saw nobody around in the setting sky and empty yard. The grass was slightly damp. You walked out farther and found yourself at a shoreline, the vast ocean glittering back at you.

You slipped your shoes off and lifted the hem of your dress so that you could dip your feet into the cold water. You let your eyes flutter shut—you had missed the feel of the water on your skin. Your head tilted back slightly as you breathed in the fresh air, letting the water rolling over your feet soothe you. You could almost trick yourself into thinking you were a mermaid again, just taking in the surface air briefly before dipping back down into the depths of the ocean.

A frenzied bark and familiar voice startled you out of your imagination and you had barely managed to turn to face the source of the sounds before something hard barreled into you, knocking you down into the water. You let out a soft sound and caught yourself on your elbows, face buried in fabric and a heavy weight settling on top of you.

You blinked up at Jungkook, whose coat had been shed at some point, leaving him only in a loose white shirt that exposed more of his chest than you’d seen before.

He hurried to get off of you, but his little dog—you’d been reading a few of the books that you had found earlier after your bath to familiarize with the terms humans used— jumped around him, splashing the two of you with water. You couldn’t help but giggle as he tried to chastise the small creature.

Jungkook shifted slightly and you were suddenly very aware of the position the two of you were currently in. You looked up at him, startled, when you felt his thigh brush the skin of your own, the hem of your now drenched dress climbing higher than humans considered proper.

He didn’t seem to notice, still trying to get his pet to stop excitedly jumping on him so that he could move. Your cheeks felt warm and you bit the inside of your cheek, the thing between your legs throbbing. It was a very strange feeling. You found yourself hoping that he would move his thigh higher, closer to that place that was tingling.

“I’m sorry—” Jungkook started, a laugh in his voice, but he trailed off abruptly as he faced you, his nose nearly brushing yours. Your lips parted and you blinked up at him slowly, almost feeling an electricity charging between you. His dark eyes were wide as he stared down at you, his palms holding himself up on either side of your body, effectively keeping you trapped underneath him.

His eyes darted down to your lips and the sea witch’s cackling voice echoed in your head. You let your tongue peek out to wet your lips, enjoying the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. He kept his eyes on your ready lips and you started to lean up slowly, not wanting to startle him.

Kiss me, you urged silently. Please kiss me.

Jungkook shifted forward barely a centimeter, eyes half-lidded. You were afraid of even breathing wrong. You felt the barest brush of his lips against yours before he jerked back, falling back into the water in front of you. You waited for a few seconds before moving, but there was nothing.

You clucked your tongue quietly and tried to school your features into embarrassment when you looked at Jungkook. Lowering your legs into the water, you pushed yourself up so that you were in a seated position, staring at him and waiting for him to make a move.

He sputtered, cheeks pink, and hurried to his feet, splashing the water around him. Holding out a hand to you, he cleared his throat. You sighed and took his hand, letting him pull you up to your feet. “Sorry,” he repeated, voice much softer now. You strained to smile at him, trying not to let your frustrations get the better of you. Maybe the kiss had been too brief to be considered the type of kiss that would break the sea witch's curse.

“No, I'm sorry, Prince Jungkook,” you said, noticing that he kept his soft grip on your hand between the two of you. “I should have moved out of the way.”

He shook his head, droplets of water slipping from his red tipped hair onto his skin and traveling down in a way that was too tantalizing to ignore. You allowed your eyes to follow the drops of water as they trailed down his face to his neck and chest. You snapped your eyes back up to his face, embarrassed.

“Please, you're being too kind,” he told you gently. “I should have been watching where I was going.” Your strained smile softened into a real one and you shifted a bit, the fabric of your dress clinging to your skin uncomfortably. “What were you doing out here?”

Your mouth opened and closed, unsure of what to say to him. You couldn't exactly say you were homesick and that you were trying to feel closer to home under the sea.

“I like the water,” you told him hesitantly. “My home, it's... Like this place. Surrounded by the ocean. Even though the waves took down my ship, I still love the ocean.”

Jungkook's eyes were almost sparkling as he listened to you. “I see,” he said thoughtfully. “I love the water, too. There's just something very freeing about being in the open sea.” You nodded your head and then a silence engulfed the two of you. As if realizing that the two of you were just staring at one another, Jungkook cleared his throat and released your hand, stepping away from you to put room between the two of you. “Well, I'll let you get back. It wouldn't do to have you catch a cold.”

You smiled and nodded your head. You were feeling a little odd, especially your throat. “Thank you. Goodnight, Prince Jungkook.”

“Goodnight,” he returned softly. “I'll see you tomorrow.”

You turned away from him and started to get out of the water. Slipping your shoes back on, you allowed yourself to look over your shoulder to see him playing with Gureum in the shallow water. Hurrying inside, you winced as you dripped water everywhere and just hoped nobody would see you trudging along to your room.

Once you made it safely inside, you stripped your wet dress off along with the undergarments that Miyoung had dressed you in and threw them over the chair at the desk. You kicked your shoes off, too, and then dropped yourself onto the bed. You didn't bother wearing anything, even though you knew Miyoung had put some nightgowns in the dressers when she realized you had nothing with you.

The sheets felt nice and cool against your bare skin and you stretched out your body before slipping underneath the covers. Everything in the human world was so comfortable, you couldn't help but enjoy yourself even though you wished for nothing but to get back home.

There was a throb between your legs when you remembered how close you had been to going back home just now. You let yourself picture Jungkook's lips—even as your heart twinged—and guilt flooded your body. You squeezed your thighs shut when your imaginary Jungkook pressed his lips harshly against yours and pushed you down into the shallow water. His lips were hungry and soft on your mouth.

Squeezing felt good. With a start, you realized that one of your hands had found its way down between your thighs and you hesitantly pressed against it. You were surprised to find it slick and sticky, clearly not from the water you'd been sitting in.

With quickening breaths, you pictured that it was Jungkook's strong thigh pressing against you there instead of your fingers. You were almost panting now, the image in your mind vivid. His hands cupped your breasts and his thigh rubbed against that spot the way your palm was, pleasure shooting into your abdomen.

Jungkook's tongue licked your lips and then slipped into your mouth and one more rub had you feeling an ecstasy that you'd never felt before. Your mouth opened and a quiet moan slipped out, though your voice cracked. Your hips rocked up into your hand, chasing the feeling, and when it was over you found yourself sweaty and panting heavily.

You turned over to grab some of the tissues—at least, that's what you thought they were called—on the small piece of furniture beside the bed. You cleaned off the sticky stuff from your hand and then wiped yourself clean between your legs, surprised at whatever that wet stuff was. Did all humans feel that good with the thing down there? You threw the tissues away and then curled up under the covers, letting your heavy eyelids flutter shut and the sound of the waves outside lull you to sleep.

You woke up feeling refreshed and excited, even though your throat was tight and itchy. No amount of clearing it or coughing could get rid of the hoarseness of your voice, but you supposed it was some effect of being on land.

Once you had readied yourself, stepping into your flat shoes again, you rushed to the door and nearly ripped it open. You were going to get that kiss today. You were determined. After all, how hard could it be to enchant a human prince? He already seemed to be a bit taken with you, if the previous night had been any indication.

You nearly bumped right into said prince’s chest right outside of your doorway. You looked up with wide eyes, lips parting in surprise as Jungkook’s hands steadied you gently.

“Prince Jungkook!” you exclaimed, voice scratchy. You winced, a hand lifting up to lightly tough your throat.

Jungkook’s brows furrowed. “Ah, good morning. How did you sleep?”

“I slept fine, thank you,” you replied, trying not to grimace this time at how your voice sounded. It was almost like it was gone. “And yourself?”

“Yes, I did as well,” he told you distractedly. “Are you feeling alright? You sound a bit under the weather.”

“Oh, yes, I’m fine!” you said. “I’m sure my voice will be back to normal by the end of the day.”

He nodded, though he didn’t seem to believe you completely. “It must be from the water last night.” Jungkook’s cheeks tinged pink and he cleared his throat, stepping a little bit away from you. You tried not to pout. “I do apologize for what happened.”

You waved him off. “It’s fine, please. Will we be going on our tour today?”

Jungkook smiled at you and then offered you his arm. You gladly took it, sidling up close to his side as he escorted you down the hall toward the stairs. “Yes, we’ll go after breakfast, if that’s fine with you.”

You silently appreciated his slow pace as the two of you descended the steps. “That sounds lovely. I almost couldn’t sleep from how excited I was to see the town.” A little lie wouldn’t hurt.

After a quick breakfast with a few other people—you still had no idea who they were, but since they seemed fancily dressed like Jungkook was, you assumed they were of similarly important status as him—the two of you made your way outside of the castle and into a carriage. You were surprised that Jungkook hadn’t brought his pet along with him, but you couldn’t say you were disappointed about it.

You were a bit surprised, however, when Jungkook waved away the man who was going to come with the two of you and opted to navigate himself. He took the straps of the creatures that pulled the carriage and snapped them gently, the two animals beginning a slow walk. You spent the first few moments of the ride gripping the cushions underneath you until you got used to it and relaxed.

Jungkook had relaxed as well, shedding his jacket and remaining in only a loose white shirt tucked into his pants. You allowed your eyes to take in his form discreetly, appreciating his looks.

Once the two of you were in a much more populated area, Jungkook stopped the carriage and hopped out of it, offering you his hand and helping you out as well. Curiously, he held your hand for a few beats longer than what was proper and you gave him a look, letting a small smirk find its way to your lips.

He dropped your hand as if it had started to burn him and then pointed toward one of the stands. You wanted to chuckle at his embarrassment, but said nothing of it as you followed him.

Jungkook bought a delicious smelling food from the stand and handed you one with a tissue of some kind—it was rougher than the ones on the stand by your bed. You cocked your head and tried to discreetly observe him as he ate and wiped his mouth and hands with the tissue. You copied his movements, but one bite of the sweet food had you nearly ravenous.

For all their poorer qualities, one thing humans had mastered was the art of food.

You would never be able to have something like this once you were back home. You ate up everything that Jungkook bought for you, using his coins to trade. He seemed to find how you reacted to the different food amusing.

You spotted a man strumming an instrument and you perked up, eyes widening. His music was beautiful. Jungkook stood beside you, listening along with you and smiling softly. The idea came to you unbidden, prompting you to grab his hand and tug him toward the musician.

“What are you doing?” Jungkook asked you quickly, trying to stop you.

He was no match for your determination. You turned to face him and held his hands in yours. “Dance with me!” you said, ignoring how softly your voice came out—you could barely hear it.

With a sigh, Jungkook relented and helped you move along with him to the upbeat strum of strings. Seeing the two of you smiling and twirling around, the musician changed his song to a much slower one, clearly meant for lovers. You internally thanked the human man as Jungkook pulled you in close, one of his hands falling to rest on your hip. His other hand shifted yours to rest in his gently and you placed your free hand on his shoulder.

“How are you enjoying our little town, so far?” the human prince asked you.

“It’s quite the beauty,” you replied softly, wishing your voice would come back. “I’ve never seen anything like it.”

At your words, Jungkook tilted his head to the side curiously. “You’re so strange. I wonder what it’s like where you come from.”

You didn’t reply, smiling nervously at him instead. He swayed the both of you along for a few more moments of silence, the sounds of the market and music filling your ears. You listened to the indistinguishable voices of the humans around you, but you kept your eyes on Jungkook’s. He was staring at you oddly, unlike he had before. It reminded you of the way he looked at you when he was on top of you in the water, lips almost touching yours.

You clenched your thighs, tingling all over.

The song came to a beautiful end and the two of you slowed to a stop, moving away from one another only at the small applause of the few people that had stopped to watch you and listen to the music. Jungkook released you completely with a sheepish smile and walked over to the musician, dropping a few of his pretty coins into the hat beside the man.

“Let’s get going, shall we?” Jungkook said when he returned to you, offering you his arm.

You gladly took it, nodding your head. He showed you a few more places in the market, mostly shops with clothes and other things, like things called books. You had asked a multitude of questions, not caring how strange or suspicious they might sound; those things and water did not mix well, so there were no such things in Atlantica. You wanted to learn all you could, even as you tried to get home.

Eventually, Jungkook led you to a small boat in a lagoon. You perked up with happiness, missing the water immensely. He paid the man with the boats, ignoring the color flushing on Jungkook’s cheeks and neck when the man called you ‘lovers.’

You climbed into the boat before Jungkook, and he settled on the opposite side of you, taking the wooden things on either side and pushing them in circular movements to glide you farther into the water. You looked around at the beautiful scenery, taking it all in.

“Do you often come here?” you asked as loudly as you could with your broken voice, the sounds of the water calming and familiar.

Jungkook slowed his movements as the two of you neared more beautiful areas, letting the boat glide along the water’s surface naturally. “Not to this lagoon, but I love the ocean.”

You perked up. “You do?”

He nodded, meeting your eyes. “I do. I love the freedom of being at sea. Never knowing what you’ll encounter and facing your fears. Being in the ocean lets me forget my worries and just be me, for a time.”

“Wow,” you breathed. “That’s a very beautiful thought.” You paused, remembering the sea witch dragging him through the depths. “But aren’t you afraid of the danger of it?”

Jungkook hummed, letting the silence settle for a few moments. The boat floated along by colorful and beautiful flowers, lilypads, and trees with vines dipping into the water. It was almost the perfect view, illuminating the human prince in an ethereal way, as if he was more than human.

“I suppose,” he finally answered. “I actually had quite the misfortune strike me a few days ago. Our ship caught aflame and we had to abandon it—we had been fishing for something in particular.” His eye had a strange glint, but he didn’t go into detail about what it was they were looking for. “I nearly drowned.”

You swallowed, suddenly nervous as he peered into your face. For a moment, you could almost swear he would recognize you. “What happened?” you asked quietly, unable to help yourself.

“Someone saved me,” Jungkook said wistfully, though his eyes narrowed at you. “Whoever she was, I owe her my life. My friend called me a fool, saying no woman had been in my vicinity when they’d found me on the shore, but I know she’s real.”

You fidgeted with your hands. The atmosphere around the two of you was suddenly heavy with something that you could almost taste. “I’m sure she’s happy that she was able to help you.”

Jungkook nodded his head absentmindedly. “Yes, surely. I just hope one day I’ll be able to thank her.”

Finally, his eyes trailed away from you to take in the view instead. You let out a small breath of relief. Then the boat shifted to the side slightly and you were startled, grabbing the sides as you almost fell in the water.

“Careful!” Jungkook called out, reaching for you and holding you by one arm. You smiled gratefully at him, but then the current jerked the boat again and you fell forward a bit, closer to the prince.

His eyes were trained on yours and then they flickered down to your lips. You swallowed and your heart started to beat harder. Jungkook leaned in closer to you, watching your parted lips as he moved. You could feel his breath on your face.

Jerking away, you cleared your throat and dislodged his hand from your arm. Sitting back properly in your spot, you could feel your neck and face growing hot with embarrassment.

“We should probably return, Prince Jungkook,” you mumbled, unable to meet his eyes.

He nodded his head at your words. “You’re right, they’ll be wondering what’s taking us so long.” He picked up the wooden things again and started to row the boat back to where you two had gotten on, his arms working and drawing your gaze to them.

When you stepped out of the boat, Jungkook stopped you from walking away with a hand on your wrist, holding you lightly. You whirled around to look at him, eyes wide. “Yes, Prince Jungkook?” you breathed, heart beating wildly in your chest.

The look on his face was hard to decipher. “Call me Jungkook,” he finally said, voice soft enough that you had to strain to hear him.

“Okay,” you replied, just as softly. “Let’s head back, Jungkook.”

The prince smiled sheepishly at you and nodded, releasing your wrist from his gentle hold and walking forward. Before you turned away from the water, you caught a glimpse of something shifting in it. You squinted and strained your eyes, wondering if your eyes were starting to play tricks on you.

Then you gasped when you saw what it had been.

Hoseok’s face just barely popping out of the surface of the water, peeking at you with an unreadable expression.

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Lukadrien: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Six

Read it on AO3: Among the Wild Things: Chapter Six: Home

For the first week after the wedding, Luka and Adrien didn’t leave the house, let alone their bedroom, much.

They got out more the second week, visiting the clearing by Luka’s bend in the river several days and going into town to run errands for the family as well as to show Adrien around to help him get his bearings and introduce him to people.

Even still, Luka didn’t let Adrien out of his sight while they were out and about, sticking close by and keeping a sharp eye on the people around them when they were in public places.

“Do you think I need to start wearing my knife out?” Adrien inquired one evening at the beginning of the third week.

Luka gave a start, cocking his head in confusion. “Why? Do you feel unsafe?”

Adrien gave his head a shake. “Not at all. Everyone’s either civil or avoids me. More often than not, people are friendly. No one’s been hostile,” Adrien assured, giving his husband’s bicep a light squeeze. “It’s just that you’re always so tense when we go out, like you’re afraid someone’s going to jump out of the bushes and attack.”

Luka averted his eyes, cheeks taking on a salmon hue in his embarrassment. “I’m sorry if my behavior has given you the wrong idea. I just…worry too much.”

Adrien leaned in to give Luka’s cheek a bolstering lick. “Would it make you feel better if I was armed?”

Luka frowned, his expression turning skeptical. “My Love…I don’t want to sound patronizing, but what would you realistically do with a weapon, if you wore one?”

Adrien shrugged. “Not much if someone used magic on me, but, if it were a physical attack, I could defend myself.”

Luka’s skepticism morphed into indulgent affection as he reached up and stroked Adrien’s hair. “Adrien, that’s a nice idea, but…”

Adrien’s eyebrow quirked. “But what? You don’t think I could?”

“I didn’t say that,” Luka replied gently with that same glint in his eye, that of a parent humoring a child.

Adrien frowned. “Luka, I realize that I’m a comparatively fragile being to you, but I’m not defenseless. I’m an accomplished swordsman, and I’ve been trained in hand-to-hand combat. I can protect myself, so please stop babying me. I don’t appreciate it.”

Luka’s pale blue eyes widened in surprise, and he rushed to repair the damage. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound like I was looking down on you. I’m sure you’re right that you’re very capable, but my world is a dangerous place, and you’re not accustomed to it, so I worry about you.”

Adrien fixed his husband with a gaze brimming with determination. “Well, it’s my world now too, so I’m going to have to get accustomed to it, don’t you think?”

Luka grimaced, biting at the inside of his cheek. “I suppose that’s true, but…Adrien, I love you, and the thought of something happening to you makes me feel physically ill.”

Adrien’s expression softened as he reached up to cup Luka’s cheek. “Orpheus, I understand that I’m never going to be as strong as your people. I know that I seem ‘breakable’ to you, but I really need you to start trusting me.”

“Adrien—” Luka began to protest, but Adrien placed his thumb over Luka’s lips and shook his head.

“Shh. Yes, I know you trust me, but…maybe what I mean is that I need you to believe in me,” he clarified, eyes pleading with his mate. “Back at court, no one ever believed in me. They treated me like a child and always looked down on me. They spent all that time educating and training me, but no one actually believed I could do anything with all that knowledge. No one ever gave me the chance to prove myself.”

Luka’s eyes widened in understanding, and he began to nod.

Adrien took a deep breath, organizing his thoughts. “…I guess what I’m asking you is to give me a chance. We’re supposed to be partners, right?”

“Absolutely,” Luka confirmed, taking Adrien’s hands in his own and giving them a squeeze of solidarity.

“Then treat me as your equal,” Adrien entreated. “I don’t want to be babied and coddled and protected from everything anymore. I want you to treat me like a competent human being. I’m pretty sure I could be one if someone gave me the opportunity.”

“…Okay,” Luka breathed, resolving to do his best to take a step back and let go. “I…” He swallowed hard. “I believe in you.”

“Thank you,” Adrien whispered, eyes going damp with gratitude as he leaned in to press his lips to Luka’s. “That’s the best gift anyone could ever give me.”

Step one of learning to believe in Adrien took the form of sparring matches where the young prince completely took Luka by surprise.

“You’re…” Luka struggled to find the word from his position on the ground where Adrien had laid him out flat by blocking Luka’s swing and then sweeping Luka’s legs out from under him.

“…Phenomenal?” Adrien suggested smugly as he pulled his shirt back on. “Inspiring? Incredibly good looking?”

“Definitely that last one,” Luka chuckled, accepting Adrien’s hand up only to tug his husband down to the ground with him.

“Cheating,” Adrien pouted, leaning in to nip Luka’s earlobe.

“You’re actually quite proficient at unarmed combat,” Luka remarked, pleasantly surprised.

Adrien gave a snort. “I mean, I told you so.”

“Yes,” Luka agreed, “but I’m used to mortals bragging and overselling their skills.”

“Do I seem like a braggard to you?” Adrien clicked his tongue, feigning offense as he quietly relished Luka’s impressed approval.

“Never,” Luka assured, tussling Adrien’s hair and massaging his scalp.

Adrien luxuriated in the attention for almost a full minute before cracking his eyes open and grinning impishly. “Wanna get your butt kicked by a mortal again?”

“Yes please,” Luka whimpered. “It’s unbelievably attractive when you kick my butt.”

The next step in learning to believe in Adrien came when Max, Alix, Kim, and Ondine started paying him regular visits.

At first, it made Luka extremely nervous to watch his mate roughhousing with the others. Kim in particular made Luka uneasy because Kim didn’t treat Adrien any differently from a fae whereas the others were a little more cautious around the mortal.

The discomfort gradually faded, however, as Luka watched Adrien goof around with his new friends without some tragedy transpiring.

Slowly, Luka learned that he didn’t have to worry so much. Things were okay. Nothing bad was going to happen to Adrien, and even if Adrien weren’t strictly “safe”, he could still take care of himself.

Luka had gotten to know Adrien’s vulnerable side when the weeping prince had come to Luka’s clearing for refuge and shared his fears, sorrows, and insecurities with the kelpie. What Luka hadn’t seen before was Adrien’s strength, Adrien’s resilience, and Adrien’s courage.

It was breathtaking getting to know this new side of his mate, and Luka found himself falling all over again for this spunky, capable, mischievous Adrien—and just as hard as he had for the sensitive, compassionate, thoughtful boy he’d become enraptured with three months before.

Eventually, Luka got comfortable enough that Adrien could venture out on his own or with others without Luka fretting too much.

Adrien quickly found his place within the Couffaine family.

Rose continued to adore her new brother and patiently taught him everything he needed to know about cooking and cleaning and basic home upkeep.

They often went into town together and hung out in Rose’s favourite clearing by a charming bend in the river where the tributary turned into more of a trickling brook.

Rose introduced Adrien to her friends, and, soon enough, Adrien had a devoted little following among the naiads, dryads, and other nymphs.

Unfortunately, Rose and Adrien’s sudden close friendship made Juleka feel threatened because of all the time Rose was spending with the mortal. This tension, on top of the resentment Juleka already felt towards Adrien for supposedly taking her brother away from her, did not make things any smoother between Adrien and his mate’s sister.

Anarka quickly warmed to Adrien, though. As she got to know him better and saw how Luka and Adrien were together, it was easier for her to set aside her earlier misgivings about the relationship.

Adrien soon found his place in fae society by serving as Anarka’s intern as she went about her clan leader duties.

Since Adrien had been raised and educated to one day become ruler of his kingdom, he knew a fair deal about government and policy. He found it fascinating to study the ways in which a democracy differed from a monarchy, and he discovered that he really enjoyed following Anarka around, observing how she interacted with her constituents, and acting as a sounding board to help her come up with creative solutions to the various problems the community faced.

“I can’t tell you how nice it is that one of my kids is finally taking an interest in my work,” Anarka guffawed over dinner one night, clapping Adrien proudly on the back. “Dri has a real knack for government!”

“Of course he does,” Luka readily agreed, smiling in satisfaction at his mother’s praise of his mate. “He’s intelligent, a fast learner, kind-hearted, and resourceful. It’s not surprising that he’s a natural.”

Rose gave Adrien’s hair a playful tussle, cooing, “That’s our boy!”

Adrien looked to Anarka, tentatively inquiring, “I wouldn’t be eligible to someday run for a government position, would I? There isn’t some way I could get…like…fae citizenship or something?”

Anarka bit her lip, considering. “I don’t recall anything like this ever coming up, so I’m not sure, but…if this is something you’re interested in pursuing long-term, stick with me. I’ll help you get your feet wet. Maybe then, in a few years, people will recognize you and be familiar with the kind of work you do. If enough people support you and want you to represent them, I don’t see why you being mortal should be a problem. We’ll get them to accept you into the community before too long, Mon Poisson,” she assured, resting a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Don’t you worry.”

“Thank you, Capitaine.” Adrien beamed, overflowing with delight at feeling like he had finally found a place where he belonged.

The sensation left him when Juleka spoke up.

“If you want to work in government so much, why don’t you just go home?” she asked, tone honestly curious and devoid of any of the usual spite. “I mean, you’ve got a whole kingdom to run, don’t you?”

Adrien’s gaze dropped to his plate. He could still feel Juleka’s inquiring eyes on him, and it made his cheeks burn as he bashfully mumbled, “That place isn’t my home.”

“His home is with us,” Anarka confirmed, shooting a reproving look her daughter’s way.

Juleka put her hands up in surrender and dropped the topic, not pressing any further.

“Who wants blackberry cobbler?” Rose interjected, trying to restore peace and balance. “Dri and I just made it this afternoon, and it’s scrumptious.”

Under the table, Luka gave Adrien’s knee a supportive squeeze, eliciting a tired smile from Adrien who placed his hand on top of Luka’s and squeezed back.

Time gradually slipped by, and the leaves morphed from vibrant green to blood red, burnt orange, and saffron yellow before fading to mottled brown and drifting down to coat the forest floor in a crunchy layer of debris.

Winter snuck in, putting a prickly chill into the air as it entered Adrien’s lungs.

Small clumps of ice began to form in the water, and Adrien started to worry about the lake freezing, trapping him underneath.

“Little Prince, you’re not going to drown,” Luka coaxed, pulling his mate in closer one night when Adrien awoke from the recurring nightmare.

“I feel like I can’t breathe,” Adrien whimpered.

“Here. Let me share some of my air,” Luka offered, pressing his lips to Adrien’s.

“…S-Sorry,” Adrien panted when they broke apart. “I feel like such a baby for freaking out like this.”

“No, Adrien,” Luka cooed, smoothing his husband’s hair. “It’s okay. It’s a perfectly understandable fear. Nothing to be ashamed of…but there’s no need to worry. The lake never freezes solid, and my powers protect you. You’re perfectly safe.”

Adrien snuggled back into Luka’s chest and exhaled an enormous sigh. “…My mother drowned.”

Luka craned his neck to try to get a glimpse of Adrien’s expression as he whispered a stunned, “What?”

“Almost seven years ago. When I was thirteen,” Adrien added softly. “I was terrified of taking a bath for a couple months afterwards.”

“You never said anything,” Luka accused, thinking back with dread to all the times he’d joked about drowning Adrien the first two months of their friendship.

Adrien shrugged. “It didn’t seem relevant. I wasn’t scared until I started worrying about the lake freezing over and being stuck down here. I wasn’t scared after the first time you pulled me into the river and kissed me so I could breathe. It’s just the thought of being trapped that’s freaking me out.”

Luka placed a whisper of a kiss to the top of Adrien’s head. “You will never be trapped ever again,” he promised. “I know you’ve felt that way your whole life and that freedom is still new for you, but this is permanent. Things will never go back to the way they were…and I will never let you drown.”

“Thanks, Orpheus,” Adrien mumbled into Luka’s chest, holding his husband tighter as he drifted back to sleep.

Adrien was in the kitchen, helping Rose to prepare the New Year’s feast when Juleka came down the steps from the deck and poked her head in, resting her elbows on the countertop.

“Sweetie, do you think you could spare Dri for fifteen minutes, or do you need him?” she inquired of Rose, tipping her head to the side.

“We just got everything in the oven, so I should be able to manage,” Rose replied, taking off her oven mitts and turning to quirk a suspicious eyebrow at her mate. “Why do you ask?”

Juleka shrugged. “I just wanted his help with something.” She shifted her gaze to Adrien. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah, absolutely,” Adrien readily agreed, eager to help his sister-in-law and hopefully win brownie points.

In the three months since marrying into the family, Adrien didn’t feel like he’d made much progress with Juleka, and he was keen to improve the situation any way that he could.

“Great. Get your coat and meet me on the shore,” Juleka instructed with what passed for the hint of a smile.

Three minutes later, Adrien found his sister-in-law sitting by the lakeshore, skipping stones absentmindedly.

“Here I am,” he announced his presence so as not to startle her. “What did you need help with, Juleka?”

Her auburn eyes lazily came to rest on him, and she stood and motioned for him to follow. “Walk with me. I wanted to talk with you.”

“What about?” Adrien inquired nervously, his stomach starting to tie itself into pretzels as she led him into the woods.

She kept walking, not bothering to answer until the lake was out of sight, swallowed up by the enchanted trees.

Only when they’d reached a clearing did Juleka turn to face him, breathing out a long sigh and crossing her arms over her chest.

“I’m going to be straight with you,” she informed wearily. “I’ve actively tried to dislike you, but I just don’t. You’re polite and kind, and you do a good job helping out around the house. You’re a good cook. You’re fairly quiet, and you stay out of my way,” she verbally ticked off, and Adrien briefly dared to hope that this was going to be a positive conversation.

“I’ve tried to hate you,” Juleka stressed, “but I just don’t, so what I’m about to say is nothing personal.”

Adrien’s chest tightened, and he mentally braced himself for whatever hurtful thing his sister-in-law was getting ready to say next.

“What would it take to get you to leave?” she earnestly inquired and then waited expectantly for his response.

Adrien’s brow began to crinkle in confusion. “I’m not sure what you mean.”

“What’s your price?” Juleka rephrased, asserting, “I know you have a price. All humans do.”

Adrien staggered backward as if physically assaulted by the declaration. “Price?” he repeated, stunned and still trying to process her words.

“What would I have to give you to get you to leave my brother alone and go back to your castle where you belong?” she snorted indignantly, losing patience as he seemed to try to play innocent.

Adrien’s ears started to ring.

“I thought Luc would have lost interest in you by now,” she grumbled with a shake of her head. “His infatuations usually pass within a month, but this is getting dangerously serious. He’s obsessed with you, and I’m starting to get scared,” she confessed, the fear evident in her flame-like eyes.

“He’s completely lost his mind. He’s talking about dying with you,” Juleka hissed, wrapping her arms around herself tighter, trying to hold in her anxiety and terror. “He says he can’t live without you. Do you know how insane that is?”

Adrien did not know, because what Juleka was describing summed up his feelings for Luka pretty well, so the sentiment was mutual.

“Our people live centuries,” Juleka stressed, trying to get her point across. “At best, you’ll live maybe another sixty or seventy years. You say you love him. If you really loved him, would you steal hundreds of years from him? Would you take away all of that time, all of those experiences he could have?” she pleaded.

Adrien averted his gaze, unable to find his voice to answer as he stared at the blades of grass carpeting the forest floor, still magically flourishing despite the bitter cold.

“I guess what I’m really asking is: Do you love him? …Or are you selfish?” she challenged.

At the beginning of the year, Adrien would have slunk away with his tail between his legs, but, in the five months he had known Luka, the three months that they had been married, Adrien had changed. He’d begun to understand an important truth: the fact that he was worth something, the fact that he was likeable and deserving of love.

Adrien took a slow inhale and swallowed hard, looking up to meet his sister-in-law’s eyes as he declared, “I love him…so the thing I want more than anything is for him to be happy…and it sounds like the thing that makes him happy more than anything is me.”

Juleka’s eyes went wide in surprise.

She had expected the normally meek Adrien to fold and give in when confronted. She had never anticipated this kind of response.

“So, I’m going to stay by his side as long as I live,” Adrien decreed with all the authority of a nobleman certain of being heeded. “I’ll do my best to persuade him to live on without me, but what he does after I’m gone is up to him and you and Rose and Anarka. If he already feels like he can’t live without me, how would it help matters to deprive him of me even sooner by leaving?”

Juleka didn’t reply. She hadn’t considered this. She’d just been thinking that, if Adrien left, things would go back to the way they were before. She’d get her brother back, and Luka would no longer be in danger.

“Besides,” Adrien added more softly. “There’s nothing you could give me to make me leave. I gave up wealth and power and comfort to be with him so that I could have freedom and love and a feeling of belonging. I already have everything I want, Juleka. I’m sorry that my happiness is making things hard for you.”

She blinked, opening and closing her mouth several times, trying to form some kind of retort but completely at a loss.

“Well,” Adrien exhaled. “If there’s nothing else you need, I should really get back to helping Rose in the kitchen. Thank you for bringing your concerns to my attention.”

With a polite nod, Adrien turned on his heel and headed back home.

Later that night, after the New Year’s feast, Juleka and Adrien were in the kitchen washing dishes when Juleka muttered, “You didn’t tattle on me,” in honest surprise.

Adrien blinked, looking up from the plate he was rinsing in confusion. “I’m sorry. What?”

“You didn’t tell the others what I talked to you about earlier,” she elaborated, peering up at him curiously from the cup she was drying.

He shrugged, looking away. “What good would that do? It would only cause discord and get you in trouble, and I don’t want that. For my mate’s sake as well as my own, I just want to live here in peace and get along with everyone.”

Juleka hummed pensively, considering Adrien’s reasons.

“Besides,” he continued in a whisper. “I sort of get why you’re acting this way. You love your brother, and you think I’m a threat. You’re just trying to protect him. Honestly, we both want the same thing; we just have different ideas about how the goal should be achieved. I can’t fault you for doing what you think is right.”

Juleka gave a snort of a laugh. “No, Your Highness, you really, really could if you tried. The problem is you’re too good. Alya’s right about you. You’re a total cupcake.”

“I know that you’re making fun of me, but I’m choosing to take it as a compliment,” Adrien replied with a charming smile that Juleka had to exert a lot of effort in order to pretend that she was immune to.

“Suit yourself…Cupcake,” Juleka snickered.

Adrien had been with the Couffaines for six months when winter’s grip on the land began to loosen, and the trees stretched their limbs, yawning into bloom.

One day, Juleka came back from town early, flying down the stairs as if pursued, her basket almost empty of the items she had been sent to purchase.

“Adrien!” she shouted, stumbling into the main cabin, eyes wide in alarm.

Adrien gave a start, looking up from the strings of Luka’s lyre where his husband was positioning Adrien’s fingers as Luka taught Adrien to play.

Anarka looked up from her magazine to glare at her daughter, scolding, “Juleka, not so loud. Anyone could hear you, shouting like that. Even the fish have ears.”

Rose stood from her place on the couch, going to her wife. “Juju, what’s wrong? What happened?”

Juleka shook her head, holding up a hand to assure Rose that she was fine as she hurried over to Adrien. “Prince Adrien of the Kingdom of Agreste…right?” she inquired cautiously, as if afraid of cutting the wrong wire of a ticking bomb.

“How do you know that?” Luka growled in warning, wrapping his arms around Adrien more tightly in protection.

“You two are loud, and the walls aren’t that thick,” Anarka scoffed, half-amused.

Juleka kept shaking her head. “In town. I ran into Alya. She’s always going to the human city. She said King Gabriel…” Juleka gulped, struggling to compose herself as she tried again, “…Your father is dead.”

#Lukadrien #Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Adrien Agreste #Luka Couffaine #Juleka Couffaine #Rose Lavillant #Anarka Couffaine #Fae AU #Fae Luka #Fluff #Drama #Supportive Luka Couffaine #Mikau's Writings #Among the Wild Things

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plethora-of-imagines · 4 years ago

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That Wasn’t Spice

AN: This is officially the longest thing I have written so far. It started as something small I was writing for @queerconfusionthings and turned into something so much more. Thanks to those in the “thirsting for thirteen” server for cheering me on, all of your reactions to my snippets really helped me to finish this! I apologize in advance for killing you.

Word Count: 7663

Warnings: smut/lemon, semi-dubious consent due to sex pollen

Description: The Doctor should not be trusted in the kitchen, but for once the effects of her food end well for her, Yaz, and yourself.

Tag List: @c-s-stars @queerconfusionthings

The TARDIS media room was an impressive sight to see. A ceiling to floor screen, comfy couches, and endless movies to choose from. Being able to travel through all of time and space meant all of the movies ever made were at your disposal. You had a feeling that the TARDIS pirated all of these movies. How would she pay for them after all? You didn’t feel too bad, it’s not like you hadn’t ever pirated things yourself.

Currently, Graham and Ryan were flipping through all the choices trying to find some nostalgic movie Grace had loved. Yaz and yourself had tried to find the Doctor so she could join in on the fun but she hadn’t been in any of her usual haunts. She wasn’t in the console room, her workshop, or the junk room she kept spare parts in. The size of the TARDIS made searching for her difficult so after about ten minutes of searching, the two of you had given up and accepted that she might miss the impromptu movie night.

The door to the media room opened with a slam, making all four of you jump out of your skin. Well, it seems that the Doctor had found you instead.

“Ah! Here you are fam. I made dinner!”

The group of you gave each other somewhat panicked looks. The Doctor’s cooking could be, questionable at best, inedible at worst. Graham in particular seemed to be searching for an excuse to not try whatever possible abomination she had made this time. He understandably refused to try anything the Doctor had made unless absolutely necessary after he got a very bad case of food poisoning.

“Ahhhh, thanks Doc, but uh well you see...,” Graham was rubbing behind his ear. A clear sign that he was trying to lie.

“We all already ate,” there was Ryan to the rescue with a believable excuse!

“Yes! We already ate dinner. Sorry Doc, but I’m stuffed. I couldn’t eat another bite.”

“Oh, okay.”

The Doctor seemed to physically deflate. Yaz and you exchanged guilty glances, she had been so excited when she came into the room. It made your heart ache to see her so upset by this. She started to kick her foot idly back and forth, glancing down at the floor to avoid eye contact with all of you. Oh, you were so going to regret this later.

“I suppose I could eat a small bit more,” you wanted to kick yourself for passing up this easy excuse to avoid the possible food poisoning that was now in your future!

Hopefully, it wasn’t too awful and you could force a few bites down while keeping a neutral expression. You didn’t hold high hopes for more than neutral with the Doctor’s track record in the kitchen. You just needed to not devastated the Doctor with your reaction.

“Me too,” Yaz agreed with you as soon as the words had left your mouth.

The Doctor beamed as bright as the stars she took the fam and you to see.

“You sure the rest of you don’t want a bite?” The Doctor seemed a lot less invested in their answer this time.

“Oh no, no. The three of you- enjoy. Ryan and I are just gonna stay here and watch a film.”

You could see Graham’s sympathy for Yaz and you, deciding to be guilted into trying whatever atrocity the Doctor had made this time. Ryan did a better job of hiding his pity for the two of you. Both of you were hopeless when it came to wanting to make the Doctor happy.

You still couldn’t believe that Yaz was so oblivious to the Doctor’s feelings for her. The way her face had light up when she agreed to try the food, you wouldn’t be surprised to find out that the Doctor had only really wanted Yaz to try the food. Either way, both of you were going to be trying -and most likely regretting- it.

As the Doctor quickly headed off towards the kitchen, Yaz and yourself kept a slower pace. Might as well prolong the time before you had to try whatever the Doctor had made, gave you more time to mentally prepare.

Turning to Yaz you couldn’t help proclaiming, “We are so going to regret this.”

“Look, we both felt bad for the Doctor, she just looked so disappointed. Eating a few bites of questionable food isn’t too bad a price to make her feel better,” Yaz lightened her tone. “Besides at least Ryan gave us an excuse to not eat more than a few bites!”

“Come on you two what’s taking so long!”

“I can’t decide if the Doctor is excited or just impatient,” you wondered.

“Both, always both,” Yaz laughed.

It didn’t take long to catch up to the Doctor. Entering the kitchen showed a disaster zone. Pots and pans were everywhere, filled with various unknown residues and liquids. It was going to take forever to clean! On the table was some type of roast? You couldn’t tell what it was and chances were it was alien anyway. More worrying was the bright yellow color it looked to be. Did- did she rub it in pollen?

“I used spices too this time! So it shouldn’t be bland,” she started to look around the mess in the kitchen, opening a few cabinets. “Oh, we need plates! Hmm. Give me a moment. There should be some towels in the pantry that I can use to dry off these ones here.”

Moving how you would imagine a hurricane personified would move she left the kitchen in a whirlwind of excited energy.

Spices. Well, that explained the worrying color it was. Yaz leaned close enough towards you to kiss your cheek, if she wanted to. Whispering in a quiet voice as the Doctor left the room so that there was no chance of the Doctor overhearing.

“I almost wish she hadn’t. I would prefer bland to it killing all of my taste buds.”

“You didn’t have to do this with me you know!” You forcefully whispered.

“I know, I know. I just didn't want you to suffer alone. Besides, we can cover for each other if it’s really bad.”

You grimaced. You would probably have to cover for each other, the food didn’t look promising.

The Doctor rushed back into the room, wasting no time in drying off some dishes for the three of you to use. It wasn’t long before the three of you were sitting all together at the table with servings of the dubious looking food. The Doctor was looking at both Yaz and yourself intently, waiting in anticipation for you to take a bite. It made you nervous. You only hoped that you could keep yourself from spitting it out.

Slowly, cautiously you took a bite first. Yaz watched your reaction closely in case she had to start covering for you should it be terrible. You froze once it was in your mouth. It was actually good! You started to chew. It was very floral, actually? You didn’t know how to describe it, but it tasted good. Once you swallowed you started to work on getting another bite.

“It’s actually really good Doctor!”

Yaz gave you a look of disbelief.

“Try some Yaz, go on, try it!”

You popped another bite into your mouth while Yaz hesitantly tried some. Her face lit up in surprise.

“It is really good!”

“Why do both of you seem so surprised? I’m not that bad a cook!”

Both Yaz and you stared her down until she conceded your point. The Doctor threw her hands up in playful exasperation.

“I give Graham food poisoning one time and none of you trust me in the kitchen anymore!”

You moaned around your third bite. It was just so good! After a few more bites you had to stop, it was very filling and you were starting to feel a bit weird. Maybe you were just full. Yaz and the Doctor also ate a few bites. Before they stopped as well. Must just be some very filling alien food. The Doctor smiled at the two of you, so bright and beautiful. You shifted in your seat. You felt somewhat turned on, by a smile of all things... You were hopeless. You knew that she liked Yaz, you shouldn’t be torturing yourself this way.

Yaz stood up, shifting her weight in a way that brought your attention to her hips. You were an absolute disaster right now apparently. Your unrequited crush on both Yaz and the Doctor taking the opportunity to make itself known. You knew- you knew, that they both had crushes on each other. Eventually, they would get together. You would just get in the way.

“I think that I’ve had all that I can eat right now,” you were quiet.

Your sorrow seeping into your words, that wouldn’t do. You should lighten the mood before it fell too much with a joke. Yaz and the Doctor shouldn’t feel obligated to make you feel better after you managed to upset yourself.

“A few more meals like this Doctor and you will no longer have to be classified as a danger in the kitchen,” you forced as natural a teasing tone as you could.

There. Now they wouldn’t have a reason to ask you why you were upset. Clearly, the tone you used before was unintentional. The Doctor seemed to swallow heavily while staring at you before speaking.

“Should we go join in on movie night? It could be fun!” Her tone was forcibly light and cheerful, voice-breaking a small bit.

“They already would have started Doctor. Maybe the three of us can just spend some time together.”

Yaz sounded a bit nervous to ask, normally she was confident about things like this. It was a strange change.

You broke your gaze away from the Doctor’s lips. When had you started to stare at them? You tried to get out of your chair as naturally as possible, best not to let on how strange you were feeling. You weren’t sure that you succeeded.

“We should clean some of this up before we leave. We could go to the library?”

You bent over the table to reach the serving plate with the meat. You weren’t sure if it would keep in the fridge but you might as well try and keep it in case anyone wanted to eat the rest of it later. The three of you hadn’t managed to eat too much of it. Would be a waste to throw almost all of it out.

“Library sounds nice,” Yaz responded in a low tone.

Glancing up you could see Yaz’s eyes intently staring at you. Following her line of sight revealed that your shirt was swooping down from your skin. Leaving your bra completely exposed to her eyes. Flustered your face heated up. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire, you had just basically flashed Yaz. You abruptly stood up.

“I umm. I’m going to wrap this up and put it in the fridge in case anyone wants some later. If, if that works, Doctor?”

“Hm? Oh yeah, smart plan. Love a good plan, gold star for you.”

The Doctor seemed to be distracted. You had to assume she was distracted by staring at Yaz, it was what she currently seemed to be focused on. She looked rather flustered too. Great... It looks like you were going to be an unintentional third wheel tonight.

Opening the fridge you had to scan for a place to put the food down. The fridge was annoyingly cluttered with all sorts of food. You didn’t want to spend time organizing the fridge. Even if it would be a good excuse to give Yaz and the Doctor some time alone. Call you petty but you wanted to spend time with them even if it meant forcing yourself to watch them be head over heels for each other. It’s not like you didn’t already torture yourself by talking about your mutual crush on the Doctor with Yaz. You just wanted to be included.

Ah good. There was still some space on the bottom shelf. Bending over to put the plate onto the bottom shelf you could feel their eyes burning into you. You felt self-conscious now about bending over. At the same time, a small thrill rushed through your body. Maybe they liked what they saw? You shook the thought out of your head. Being hopeful wouldn’t help you when the two of them got together without you.

The Doctor jumped up, almost knocking over her chair.

“Come on then! To the library. We can just leave the rest of the mess here and clean it up later.”

Yaz and you followed the Doctor out of the kitchen, down the hallway. Every step you took you felt warmer and warmer. A pleasant tingle deep in your stomach. You tried to ignore it but it didn’t subside. You might have to leave just to deal with how turned on you were getting. You didn’t understand it, there was nothing happening that should be turning you on this much.

Yaz seemed to be suffering as well; apparently, the Doctor was just really attractive tonight. You could see the lust filling Yaz’s every glance. You wondered how long the two of you could last before needing to get away to calm down. Yaz didn’t hesitate to step up next to the Doctor and pull her by her suspenders. Yanking her off balance.

Your heart stuttered as their lips crashed together.

It took a few minutes of you just mournfully watching for them to pull apart.

“Yaz,” the Doctor’s voice was breathless. She must have forgotten about her respiratory bypass with the surprise of the kiss.

The Doctor turned to you, eyes alight with passion. You were frozen in place. You knew you should leave now and let them continue figuring this out, but you just couldn’t move. The Doctor shot forward, grabbing your hand. With no hesitation, she pulled both Yaz and you into the closest room.

“Based on Yaz’s actions out there and the physiological signs of your bodies I take it I’m not the only one ridiculously turned on right now?”

“Definitely not!” Yaz didn’t hesitate to answer the Doctor.

A part of you wanted desperately to admit to your horniness, to just grab the Doctor and steal a kiss for you to savor after she rejected you. But another part of you just wanted to hide away and ignore the heartbreak happening in front of you right now.

“I can just, uh, leave and let the two of you take care of each other if you want?”

Best to cut your losses and leave before you had to watch the two people you loved make out with each other.

“Wait! Y/N, please,” Yaz seemed to realize how hurt you were, but you couldn’t handle her sympathy right now while the two of them clearly wanted to rip off their clothes.

“It’s fine Yaz. I can just go take care of myself.”

“You will do no such thing!” The Doctor seemed shocked by her own words, continuing in a much less aggressive tone. Almost apologetic for not initially asking for consent. “I mean, that is if you would want us to take care of you. To um “get you off” if that’s the right phrase?”

“That’s the right phrase. Are you sure? I don’t want to guilt you into doing this just to spare my feelings.”

“Trust me Y/N. I would love nothing more right now than to make Yaz and you- both- feel very good.”

“I’d like that,” Yaz sounded longing. “This means something to all of us, right? Because I’ve had crushes on both of you for as long as I can remember.”

You felt tears start to fill your eyes.

“Oh no. No! Don’t cry, it’s okay you don't have to return our feelings.”

“No. I- I do Doctor. I just was so sure that you and Yaz only had eyes for each other!”

You whipped at your eyes.

“Are you kidding! I was convinced that the Doctor and you only had eyes for one another too, Y/N,” Yaz’s voice was filled with an almost tearful humor.

“Well. I’m glad I wasn’t the only oblivious one! Here I was thinking the two of you had feelings for the other but not me. Aren’t we all a bit thick!”

The Doctor reached out for both Yaz’s and your hands. Softly yanking both of you closer to her.

“Now that we all realized we have feelings for each other, do we want to continue what we started?”

“We all want to have sex together, right?” Yaz was blunt but also still a bit questioning. “Just want to be completely clear. I don’t want there to be any misunderstanding.”

The Doctor’s grip tightened intensely on your hand. She was licking her lips.

“Yes, clear as crystal. No not crystal, most crystals aren’t that clear,” you cut the Doctor off before she could really start to ramble.

“Yes. I want to have sex with both of you.”

You flushed a bit, it was a bit embarrassing to be so forward about it.

“Well then. Why don’t we start with Y/N striping?”

Both the Doctor and Yaz let their eyes trail up and down your body. You trembled under their attention.

The Doctor continued, “You gave Yaz and I quite the show earlier. You’re wearing such a cute bra. I can’t wait to see you take it off for us.”

Regrettably letting go of their hands you lifted your shirt off, letting it fall to the floor. Flustered the urge to play with the hem of your now gone shirt overtook you. With no shirt to fidget with you let your hands fall to the button on your jeans. Swallowing you unbuttoned your jeans, pulling them off, and adding them to your shirt to start forming a pile of your discarded clothes.

“Hmm. Almost there, just a bit more to take off for us. You’re so beautiful. Let us see you, love.”

You looked up at Yaz, “Love?”

She gave you a nervous look back.

“Is that okay? I can change pet names if you don’t like it.”

“No, no. I like it. I just wasn’t expecting it is all.”

You felt better knowing that you weren’t the only one nervous as the three of you got started. With your newfound confidence, you slipped off your underwear. They were surprisingly soaked for there having been no foreplay involved. Your bra was unhooked and just to tease a bit you let it slowly slide away from your breasts.

“Oh, you’re even more beautiful than I imagined.”

The Doctor moved forward to press a kiss to your lips, it could almost be considered chaste. No real movement, or any tongue. Just a long forceful kiss. She must have remembered her respiratory bypass this time as you were left breathless while she wasn’t having any issues.

Both of you turned to look at Yaz once you had pulled away from each other. Yaz’s eyes were alight with mischief.

“Well, you gave me a nice show there. Guess it’s my turn to return the favor.”

Yaz took her time unzipping her jacket. Letting it slide off of her arms before she draped it over a chair. The two of you were transfixed by Yaz’s slow striptease. Her hands starting to pull her shirt off before seemingly changing her mind and messing with the button and zipper of her pants. Her pants came off next leaving her in just her shirt, bra, and boxers. You hadn’t ever guessed that Yaz would wear boxers. Mainly you had tried not to think about it, else you start to fantasize too much about a friend you had thought was off-limits.

Her hands once again teased that her shirt would come off next. Messing with the hem. Then she instead quickly shoved her boxers down. You could feel yourself getting desperately horny. You wanted to go over there and pull the rest of her clothes off yourself. Her hands next traveled under her shirt as she gave the Doctor and you a playful wink. The Doctor couldn’t help but whine out Yaz’s name.

You had never felt so depraved just watching someone pull their bra off underneath their shirt before. Finally, Yaz lifted her shirt up inch by inch. Revealing the rest of her body to your hungry gazes.

“That was a much better show than our’s was Yaz,” you struggled to talk through your arousal.

Yaz sauntered over, her hips purposefully swaying back and forth. You could watch Yaz walk for ages and never tire of the sway of her hips. Her hands grasped the sides of your face, making you move your attention from her hips to her eyes. A messy kiss was pressed to your lips and you wasted no time responding just as intensely. Yaz and you both startled a bit when you felt a hand trail across your ass and give a firm squeeze. You would wager that the Doctor had done the same to Yaz as she had to you.

The Doctor smiled at both of you.

“Why don’t the two of you get your pretty selves up onto my bed.”

“Your bed?” You curiously pressed for some more information, but Yaz had a different curiosity she wanted an answer to.

“I think it’s your turn now Doctor. Why don’t you get out of all of those layers?”

Yaz definitely had a better question. You could ask about the room later. Seeing the Doctor without all of her layers of clothes covering her was a much better idea. You settled next to Yaz on the bed. Eyes fixated on the Doctor, just waiting for her to start.

Yaz leaned her head against your shoulder as the Doctor took her jacket off and added it to the chair holding Yaz’s jacket. You felt yourself start to drip as the Doctor shoved her suspenders off of her shoulders. She didn’t go slowly. Taking off her pants and underwear in one go. Adding them to your pile of clothes with a small kick.

As she lifted off her t-shirt she started grinding against the edge of the bed. You gave in to the temptation and bushed your hand against her hip. Her head fell back with a moan. Her long-sleeved shirt was off in record time, leaving her in just a bra. The bra was thrown off with little ceremony. The Doctor seemed impatiently desperate.

Her breasts were perky, nipples the same shade of light pink as her flushed cheeks. They were at just the right level to easily be taken into your mouth too. Yaz surged forwards roughly attacking one of the Doctor’s breasts. Nipping and sucking harshly at it. The moans that the Doctor made sounded so pretty. Her hands flailing a bit, she seemed to have no idea what to do with them before they settled down at her side.

You took a different approach than Yaz. Gently licking and sucking the other breast. You didn’t want to fight over the Doctor’s attention by also being rough. You were more than content to let Yaz take the lead and to just make the Doctor feel good. Every gasp and pant that passed the Doctor’s lips sounded heavenly. It would have exceeded any daydreams you could have had- if you had allowed yourself to fantasize about a moment like this.

You moved on from your attention to her breast to focus on the Doctor's neck. Pressing open-mouthed kisses to her soft skin. Her hearts were beating so fast that you could feel her pulse racing as you pressed firm kisses to her neck. You gave a feather-light nip to where her neck met her shoulder. The moan she gave was so beautiful and needy. Before you could pull away her hand shot out to keep your head in place.

"Please Y/N."

Yaz took that moment to grab at the Doctor trying to yank her up onto the bed.

"Come on Doctor. Join us up here and let us take care of you, babe."

The Doctor scrambled up onto the bed. Sharing a look with Yaz, you both pushed her down so that she was laying on her back in between the two of you.

“There we go, babe. Just lay back and let us make you feel good.”

You didn’t waste any time in starting to kiss the Doctor’s bare skin. Focusing on her hip with soft, slow kisses.

“Now, Y/N you focus your attention on giving her oral while I finger-fuck her,” Yaz took command.

“Why am I the one giving her oral? No arguments from me, I just want to know your thought process Yaz,” you couldn’t help your curiosity. Besides, maybe it would help hide your arousal from being ordered around by Yaz.

Yaz leaned in close as she started to whisper to you. She was as close as she had been earlier in the kitchen, you could feel your skin tingling wherever you felt her breath hit. You really hoped she gave you at least a kiss on the cheek this time.

“You’ve been so soft and slow with her this whole time. I think you would do a frustratingly wonderful job of bringing her to the edge.”

Shivering at Yaz’s words you couldn’t stop the hitch in your breathing when she let her lips brush frustratingly light across your cheek. She technically had given you the kiss you wanted but at the same time, it was so far from what you needed.

“Yaz,” you couldn’t help but whine.

Her only response was a sweet smile.

“Yaz, Y/N, please. I need something, anything!”

The Doctor’s whines brought you attention back to her. She seemed even more uncontrollably needy than before. You settled in between the Doctor’s thighs as Yaz shifted over to make more room for you. Yaz got her fingers into place underneath you, circling around the Doctor’s opening. Once you were sure that Yaz was ready you brought your head to hover above the Doctor’s clit.

Lapping hesitantly at her clit, you kept watching her every reaction to be sure that you were doing things that she liked. Once you had an understanding of the basics of what made the Doctor respond you lost your hesitancy, but you continued to go slow and soft.

When the Doctor had started to buck up against your tongue Yaz pushed a finger into the Doctor. Another finger followed shortly after. The praise flowing from the Doctor’s lips for both of you only encouraged you to keep going. When she seemed close both you and Yaz slowed your pace, wanting to drag out all of your enjoyment.

Yaz’s other hand found its way to your hair. Stroking and combing through your hair.

“You’re doing such a good job, love. Making her come undone so well. You look so good following my orders.”

You moaned into the Doctor’s clit. Clearly, your response to Yaz bossing you around in bed had not been missed by her attentive eyes. It seemed that your moan was just enough stimulation to push the Doctor over the edge. Her whole body arching up with a strangled moan before falling limp onto the bed.

You started to pull away. You didn’t want to make her oversensitive. But before you could get too far one of her legs wrapped around you to keep you close. You started to press kisses against the Doctor’s lower thigh. A sign to her that you weren’t going anywhere.

Yaz waited until it seemed that the Doctor had finished cumming before she started to move her fingers inside of her again. You watched as her fingers made come hither motions inside of the Doctor. The Doctor didn’t complain for a moment about the continued stimulation. If possible it seemed that she was even more desperate than before.

You could feel yourself growing more and more needy. You wanted Yaz’s fingers inside of you, or the Doctor’s. You could feel your vagina clenching around nothing. Never had you wanted to be fucked more in your life. It wasn’t normal. You were distracted from your thoughts by the sight of the Doctor’s blissed-out face as she had another orgasm, this time from Yaz’s fingers.

When Yaz’s fingers slid out she placed them into her mouth, sucking off all of the Doctor’s juices. You bent down to lap at the Doctor’s clit again, you had been planning to suck Yaz’s fingers clean but she had beat you to that. The Doctor shifted out from underneath you and managed to flip you onto your back where she had just been laying.

You looked up at her in shock. Unable to process how you had gotten into this new position for a few moments. While you were unresponsive the Doctor took the moment to push Yaz down as well.

“I think it’s your turn now, both of you.”

“Yes, please. Please fuck us Doctor,” you needed her so badly, you felt no shame in begging.

“I want to hear your pretty little moans again Y/N. They sounded and felt so nice,” the Doctor shoved a finger into Yaz, making her yelp in surprise. “And don’t think I’m going to forget about you Yaz! Need to make you moan too.”

You twitched in pleasure as the Doctor licked and sucked at your clit. You wanted, no you needed more. You wanted her fingers inside of you like they were inside of Yaz. She wouldn’t even let you chase after more stimulation, pinning you down with her arm. Yaz was giving her much more of a hassle. Refusing to stay still and squirming around.

The Doctor stopped working at your clit, her arms releasing you as she started to work on pinning Yaz down as they playfully grappled with one another. Before she focused her attention fully on Yaz she made sure to convince you to stay still.

“Stay still for me would you, star-beam?” The moment you stilled the Doctor smiled. “There’s a good girl!”

After a few moments of letting the two of them fight each other you managed to relax yourself enough to jokingly complain.

“You’re both using my praise kink against me!”

Yaz laughed as the Doctor finally pinned her down.

“Well you don’t hide it very well you know.”

“Ghee, thanks Yaz. I couldn’t figure that out!” You smiled back at her.

After a moment of just sitting silently the Doctor changed the subject with some concerning information.

“I think that whatever is making all three of us this horny hit me the hardest first because of my fast metabolism.”

“You think that something caused all of this?” As soon as the words left your mouth you knew that you agreed with her.

You had been surprised by what had been affecting you and how intensely it had been affecting you. Chances were that it wasn’t something natural. Yaz’s expression was extremely concerned.

“Just the intense horniness. The feelings are genuine, or well at least they are for me.”

You hummed an affirmation. Yaz let out a relieved sigh.

“Had me worried for a moment there Doctor! I thought that I was about to get my heart broken.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Yaz! I didn’t mean to make you worry that our feelings weren’t genuine.”

Leaning over you started to kiss all over Yaz’s face.

“What?” Yaz was giving you a ‘look’. “I have to take advantage of the Doctor having you trapped unable to escape my affection!”

Yaz rolled her eyes at your teasing.

“It might have been the alien shopkeeper I talked to... They seemed to think I should get laid.” The Doctor seemed to have recovered at least somewhat with how focused she was on what could have caused all of you to get so horny. “Told me I should make sure to spend some alone time with someone I was interested in.”

“We can figure it out later Doctor. For now, I think we’d both like it if you continued.”

You voiced your agreement with Yaz’s statement.

The Doctor once again started to focus on fingering Yaz while giving you oral.

Her voice trailing off as all of you let the conversation drift away, “She might have slipped something to me when I bought that spice...”

Every sensation the Doctor caused with her tongue felt amazing. Eventually, your concentration faded out and only the feeling of the Doctor’s tongue remained. Even Yaz’s moans felt distant. She might have cum at one point but you weren’t entirely sure. You had no idea how much time had passed before you tried to muster the strength to speak. Time meant nothing to you anymore. It was almost fitting, given you were in a time machine. Time really did mean nothing to the three of you.

“I have never been so horny in my life. Doctor,” you whined. “What did you do to us? Make us eat all the aphrodisiacs known to the universe?”

“It would explain why your cooking is considered so dangerous!”

It was almost impossible to understand what Yaz was saying. Your mind was just so lost in the sensations the Doctor was causing. How the hell she was managing to tease the Doctor about her reputation in the kitchen was beyond you. It had been hard enough for you to force your own sentence out. All you could focus on was how the Doctor’s tongue felt on you needy clit.

The Doctor bolted up. Yaz and you both making noises of protest at the loss of contact. You needed her back. She had to keep going, she had to. You felt as if you would die if she didn’t keep going. You wanted to cum so badly, it was all you could think about.

“That yellow spice I used wasn’t a spice at all, it was sex pollen! That honestly explains so much. Humans aren’t normally known for being desperately horny like this.”

“As glad as I am that you figured the reason for all of this out,” you broke off with a gasp as Yaz brought her hand over to stimulate your clit.

“We would really like for you to continue,” Yaz finished your thought, sitting up. “I think that I’m feeling well enough to help out.”

“You sure Yaz? It’s okay if it’s too much for you. It wore off for me a while ago. Benefits of a fast metabolism. I was just so focused on taking care of the two that I was distracted.” She pressed her hand against her forehead. “I can’t believe it took me so long to realize the cause of all of this.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I had less of it than Y/N did. Besides, Y/N is so needy she needs two people to dominate her.”

Almost as if to prove her point Yaz had stopped moving her finger while she focused on her conversation with the Doctor. You couldn’t stop your hips from moving, chasing after what stimulation you could get from grinding up into Yaz’s fingers.

“Yaz, please!”

You were begging her to continue. You needed them to continue until your body was fully satiated and it gave out completely.

“Y/N is such a pretty submissive. Isn’t she Yaz?”

“She is,” Yaz agreed. Looking down at you the same way you sometimes caught her looking at the Doctor- with pure adoration. You froze. You had no idea that Yaz cared for you that deeply. Sure she had expressed that she liked you at the start of all of this but you hadn’t realized how much she liked you

“I think she’ll look even better once we both tire her out. Don't you?”

Yaz pulled her fingers away from your clit. The Doctor’s hands pushed your hips down so that you couldn’t follow her no matter how hard you tried. You whined helplessly as you tried to escape the Doctor’s grasp and chase after Yaz’s fingers.

“Do you have a strap somewhere in here?”

“Yup. Top drawer of the dresser Yaz.”

You moaned at the thought of a strap filling you up.

“Just in the drawer! Nothing hiding it from sight if someone opens it up?”

“Well it’s not like anyone is going to be snooping around in my room now, are they Yaz?”

The Doctor sounded exasperated as she conversed with Yaz. Lowering her head she gave one short lick to your clit. Bucking your hips you tried to follow her mouth. You needed more. Every part of you ached for a release. Why had both of them gotten to cum while you hadn’t? The Doctor more than once, Yaz you weren’t sure about you had been too distracted to tell but she had to have cum at least once.

“You’re going to look so pretty riding Yaz’s strap, my beautiful star-beam,” every word was sensually whispered into your ear.

“She will. But first, she needs to prove how much she wants to feel this strap fill her up.”

Yaz was breathtakingly sexy, sitting in a chair -naked- with a strap on. You could feel your arousal peek.

“I think she definitely wants it Yaz,” the Doctor sounded like she did when the group of you had stumbled upon a minor meteor shower by pure chance. Awed by the sight before her.

You could feel your face and part of your chest heat up in embarrassment.

“She’s practically gushing,” her face scrunched up. “May not use that word again in this type of situation.”

Yaz locked eyes with you before giving you a come hither motion. Barely a thought needed to pass your mind. You were off the bed and on the floor in seconds. Eyes still locked on Yaz. Crawling to the chair took longer than the few steps away it would have been if you were standing but you didn’t trust yourself to stay standing. If she wanted you to prove how much you wanted to ride that strap you would get your revenge for her teasing and make her want to beg to see you riding that strap.

You didn’t let your eye contact with Yaz falter as you opened your mouth. Wrapping your lips around the strap and starting to suck.

“Oh god,” her voice shook.

Mission accomplished, but you could do better. You tried to make your eyes even more loving and needy.

“Doctor?”

“Yes, Yaz? Having a few problems?” The Doctor sounded incredibly pleased with herself. “Don’t worry you’ll get used to the psychic stimulation that strap gives you soon.”

Oh, you guess it was mainly the psychic stimulation that was driving Yaz wild.

“Please keep doing whatever you are doing with your mouth Y/N! Doctor, could you grab some lube for us to use?” Yaz sharply inhaled as you gave a hard suck to the strap. “Fuck!”

It wasn’t long before the Doctor’s nimble fingers were gently spreading lube around. You released the strap, a small trail of saliva following you. Yaz swiped it away as she took hold of your chin. The lust in her eyes mirroring your own. She didn’t need to tell you to stand up and situate yourself above the strap, her eyes said it all. At the smallest of nods from Yaz, you slowly let the strap enter and fill you.

It satisfied something in you that you had been wanting since the beginning of all of this. Thinking about it you realized that this whole time you hadn’t had a single finger inside of you. It would explain why this felt like such a relief.

Once the strap was fully in you leaned back into the Doctor’s arms. She held you up so that you didn’t fall out of Yaz’s lap.

“Just sit still and enjoy how nice it feels to be filled by my strap. It feels so good doesn’t it, love?”

The Doctor’s fingers ghosted over your neck, sweeping your hair out of the way so that you could feel each word she spoke against your skin.

“You look so beautiful like this star-beam. So beautiful.”

The feelings of arousal that the two of them inspired was overwhelming. That seemed to be your constant thought, that this moment was overwhelming and that nothing would make you feel more than this moment. Each subsequent moment was somehow proving you wrong. Hands on your hips helped you to start moving. You didn’t know whose they were. You couldn’t keep your eyes open long enough to figure it out.

Every time your body lifted up and fell back down onto the strap brought you higher and higher. The Doctor’s body left its position behind you. Almost falling backwards off of Yaz’s lap without her there to support you. Until Yaz grabbed you, holding you to her chest. You could feel how heavy her breathing was. Good. You weren’t the only one still deeply affected by all of this.

Pulled back from your close position against Yaz’s body something was brought up against your lips. Another strap? You opened your mouth cautiously to let it in. Mhm. It was definitely another strap. You let your teeth lightly bite into it.

“Ahhhh. Y/N!”

Seems like the Doctor could feel this one, like how Yaz could currently feel you throbbing against her strap.

“I might have made a mistake giving you that to suck on,” the Doctor struggles to get her words out, her sentences turning into whines. “It just looked so nice when you were sucking on Yaz’s strap.”

The Doctor rested her head in the crook of your neck. You could feel every silent gasp and exhale of pleasure she made. No longer lifting yourself up off Yaz’s strap you lightly bounced on it. It felt just as good with much less effort.

Hands trailed down your body. Rubbing against as much skin as they could before settling near your clit. Gentle circles were made around your clit in rhythm with your bouncing. It wasn’t long before you came. Legs trembling as you got to cum riding Yaz’s strap in her lap. Body limp held up only by being in the embrace of the Doctor and Yaz.

For a few moments, your body was completely satisfied. Then you started to feel your arousal coming back with a vengeance. You whimpered. You didn’t think you could handle going through all of that again.

“Your turn Doctor.”

You didn’t fight the two of them as they worked to lift you off of Yaz’s lap. You could barely stand on your own. Wanting to just sink into the ground and let this need overtake you until you found relief in passing out. The Doctor’s strap was removed from your mouth. You watched her put it on while Yaz held you up.

It wasn’t long before you were being settled on the Doctor’s strap.

“Is she okay?”

It felt nice. You hadn’t realized how much you missed the feeling of a strap during the short moments you didn’t have one filling you. Until the second one was in you that is.

“She should be. She had more of the pollen than we did so it should be hitting her harder that it hit us,” gentle taps to your cheek brought you out of your aroused haze. “Are you alright Y/N? Do you still want us to continue?”

Words wouldn’t come to you so all you could do was pleasantly hum. Letting your head fall forward into the Doctor’s shoulder. You couldn’t move at all, lost in all the nice feelings. You could faintly hear praise from both the Doctor and Yaz. It made you feel warm in a nice way. You were too tired to try and describe it properly.

Eventually, the incense feelings faded away leaving you feeling nice, floaty, and satisfied. Drifting in and out of focus with your surroundings. You felt when you were lifted off of the strap but most other sensations were lost to you.

“Will you be able to carry her to bed Yaz?”

“Yes. Are you sure you don’t want help cleaning up?”

“I’m sure. The two of you are going to be a lot more exhausted than I am.”

The sheets were cool and felt really nice. You kept a firm grip on Yaz even as you let your body stretch out some. Trying to cool your warm and somewhat sweaty body. Sex was exhausting.

“You were right Yaz.”

Yaz shifted as the Doctor’s weight joined the two of you on the bed. That was a quick clean up. Or maybe you had lost all sense of time.

“About what?”

“She does look adorable all worn out by the two of us.”

In your post-sex haze you could just manage to see Yaz and the Doctor sharing a kiss. You let out a noise of protest. You wanted kisses too.

“So needy,” the Doctor teased. “Don’t worry we won’t forget about you Y/N. Could never forget about you.”

Both Yaz and the Doctor pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. It was the closest the three of you could get to sharing a kiss together at the same time. As soon as they pulled away to lay back down, you started to shift around. Inching closer to the Doctor while making sure that Yaz stayed close, spooning you. Once you finally managed to get your head placed on the Doctor’s chest -hearing her heartbeats- you settled.

With your head resting on the Doctor’s naked chest and a naked Yaz spooning you everything was as perfect as it could be. The sore body you would suffer tomorrow would be more than worth it to enjoy a moment like this.

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