#I'd drag his mattress in my room when he was very little when he was sick so I could watch him and take better care of him

[imwritesometimes]

my brother every time he gets sick: don't come near me I don't want you to get sick throw shit into my room for me like I'm a wild animal at the zoo

me playing along every time despite the fact that we live in a pretty small house and it's almost impossible not to get one another sick but I appreciate the gesture: hucks tissues into his room like a steak into the lion enclosure at feeding time

[sashi-ya]

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SUBJUGATORS 💦 NARUMI X F! READER X HOSHINA ＫINKTOBER DAY 16: CNC ⚠️

🐙 requested by: Anonymous. i would give my left foot for cnc with hoshina or narumi for your kinktober 🤩 🐙 a/n: I READ HOSHINA AND NARUMI instead of OR. So yeah, I'M SORRY, i guess my subconscious won hahaha. Anyway I hope you enjoy it the same!!! ⚠️ tw: mdni. explicit content. HARD KINK: consented non con. please, do not read if it's triggering or not your cup of tea. I understand it is a very polemic kink, but not in a million years I'd say it's hot to get raped. This is just pre consented by three totally conscious adults that enjoy roleplay (it is explicitly stated at the very end, and with little hints all throughout the fic). cnc, kinda humilliation, dp implied. oral. vag. kinda fear wetting (piss). 🐙 wc: 1.2k // kinktober 24 masterlist // join the taglist

Slam! Your body gets smashed against the wall. A pair of hands crawl everywhere; your flesh getting squeezed, your head being pushed and pinned against hard cement. 

“Wandering all by yourself, love?” a raspy voice whispers into your ear; you can tell there are hints of laziness in it, but most definitely desire as well. 

You try to let go, using all your strength to free yourself. Fighting to escape, you push that man that came out of the darkness, away. 

“Oops, where are you going?” another voice, that also came out of nowhere, exclaims. You are stopped by a strong hand crushing your wrist. 

Immediately after; those first hands trap you again. You are surrounded by two men who somehow start fighting in between them.

“You let her go… are you becoming weak Nar-?” one of them, with slanted -pretty much closed- eyes, tease the other one. 

“You shitty bowl cut bitch” the other one, with black and grey tufts, grunts.

Yet, despite their bickering you are unable to run away as both are extremely strong. No matter how much you squirm, kick or move, you can’t escape from their claws… 

“Let me go!” you scream, getting muffled almost immediately but the bowl cut guy with his hand on your mouth. 

“Shh, babe… you are not allowed to scream” he says, opening his eyes to burn holes into yours, a purple aura as strong as his grip… beautiful irises for such a devilishly man. 

“He is right, love… we wouldn’t want the rest to hear you while we use your wholes, nobody will come to rescue you either…” the other man murmurs in your ear from behind, biting your lobe right after. His accelerated breathing shows how hard is getting by simply grabbing your trembling body. 

You, in fact, shiver. Frightened; this Halloween party shouldn’t have ended this way… you should have listened to your friends, Soshiro and Narumi, when they told you to wait for them.

“Aren’t you a little slut? What are you? a witch? A demon? Wearing that short little skirt for us? Mh?” the bowl cut guy asks, sliding his hand underneath your -indeed pretty short- skirt. 

You can’t help but smirk a little, soon remembering the situation you are actually in… “Stop! Let me go!” you cry, earning a soft slap on your mouth to shush you. 

Not only do your lips become a little swollen from that raspier voiced man’s slap, but they also suddenly drag you to a very -conveniently placed- abandoned warehouse from the base. 

Old mattresses scattered on the floor; pieces of beds and old furniture from the base rooms are also abandoned. Tachikawa is a pretty big facility, there must be a lot of these warehouses around… 

The slanted eyed man snatches your body from his partner in crime and pushes you against one of the mattresses. You fall with your back, showing your little white laced panties to them… what a great choice for Halloween night. 

“Look at this slut, already showing us her wet cunt” he spits, elbowing the grey- and black-haired man, showing a smirk with a pair of prominent fangs… he looks like a feral fox… 

Both smirk to each other, and for a second they might forget how much of a deadly enemy they consider themselves to be. 

The first to attack, seems to be the faster of them two; a feral fox that’s also quick in their movements. His hands, rather small and delicate but definitely strong, rip your upper part… goodbye to that beautiful costume you spent hours preparing for tonight. 

His fangs seem hungry for your breasts, for your neck, for your flesh. And so, while pinning you -as if your fighting meant nothing- he attacks. His fangs carve marks everywhere they bite, leaving painful reminders of his dominance, of the crime of using your body against your desires.

“Ah ah… come on, I want a piece of her too” the other one grunts, this time a lot calmer and somehow lazy… but still so filled with lust. 

The “feral fox” allows him to join. He stands up and pinches your cheeks before doing anything else to communicate their intentions -as if they weren’t clear from the very start- “On all fours, let’s keep that mouth occupied while you get your pussy r*ped” 

You gasp as you are forced to turn and stand on all fours; your inner thighs tremble, your lower belly spasm… “no… please…” you cry, fighting the hands on your back that try to at least move your panties to the side.

“Calm the fuck down, bitch… you want it or not, I’m gonna fuck your tight cunt anyways” 

A few spanks on your ass leave your skin burning, and for the moments you become still from the pain the black and grey hair man is able to finally slide a couple of fingers into your entrance. 

You try to turn around to see him; to perhaps try and push him away, or maybe just maybe to enjoy the lustful look in those tired eyes… But you are actually unable to do so, as the prominent fangs boy grab your neck and mandible to force your mouth to open.

“Open big for me, ok? Let's use that beautiful mouth of you” he growls, using his index to lower your tongue and make you gag before replacing it with his hard, drippy, throbbing sex. 

You, in fact, gag and cough. He goes in and out, fucking your mouth with no mercy and a smile that could belong to the Devil himself. 

“Come on… deep” he purrs, going even deeper, watching you beg for air, watching tears roll down your cheek from how much he is forcing his tip onto your uvula. 

You fix your pleading, desperate eyes on his… barely sounds escape your throat while being used. You are trembling in pure terror, but even more when you can feel a warm tip getting dangerously close to your folds. 

“Heh, absolutely wet and still crying? Stop acting as if you didn’t like this, slut” that lazy voice that comes from behind, scolds you, before even sliding in. 

And when he does, he does with such strong thrust you are sure you could have pissed yourself a little bit… degrading yourself, by having your throat completely ruined by an impetuous dick going in and out of you, by getting your legs and sneakers wet in urine and arousal, and by getting your sex penetrated against your will… really against? 

“Ah, look at that… you disgusting whore, you can’t even hold it in when someone is using your cunt? Heh” he continues, going in and out even harder and faster. This time you can totally sense the complicity in between your two victimizers… 

Victimizers that have stopped fighting to coordinate the rams on both of your sides. One on your mouth, the other on your sex… what a mess, you are just a mess. 

“Narumi, move, it’s my turn” the foxy looking one says as he takes his dick out of your mouth. 

You cough, trying to clean the saliva on the commissures of your mouth and the taste of precum flooding your throat.

“YOU IDIOT” Narumi grunts, he has just revealed his name. 

“I can’t keep playing, let me fuck you (Name), please…” Soshiro suddenly says, the three of you have already lost your roles as lust and climaxing begins to kick in.

“Why don’t you fuck me at the same time?”  “These games of yours, (Name)… aren’t you a little bit of a perv?”  “It’s you two who are forcing me, aren’t you?” “Yes my queen…” “Yep, my lady” 

Oh, and by the way, I am a zombie bride… not a demon, nor a witch! 

[seasidesandstarscapes]

the chaos of it all

Summary: The five times Don and Bobby get interrupted and the one time they don't (almost)

Rating: Explicit

Genre: Modern AU, Established Relationship, Comedy of Errors, Trans Don, Fluff, Smut, Attempt At Humor

Words: 3576

A/N: @arokel I told u double whammy lol but also since it issss the last day of my Christmas in July, i thought i'd go out with a double decker. of course, this doesn't mean you can't request from here on out!!! I'm always down to clown so just hmu!!!

Thank you to everyone who sent in ideas, you all are the best!!!! <3333

(tagging @crushribbons & @sparrow-in-the-field)

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AO3

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I.

The rays of the morning sun are not always the gentle wake-up call movies make it seem.

Don squeezes his closed eyes, trying to will away the light that seeps into his disturbed sleep. Instead, he’s forced to face the morning with a frown, and not the one that usually graces his face.

If it wasn’t for the comforting weight on top of him, Don would roll over or move to Bobby’s living room that sits in a state of darkness.

“Just a few more minutes,” Bobby mumbles, burying his face into Don’s chest.

With a kiss to Bobby’s head, Don traces his fingers along his shoulder and sinks into the mattress. Maybe if he just doesn’t think about it, he’ll fall back asleep.

Don drifts in and out of consciousness, to-do lists turning to nonsense, colliding into other plans for the day. He leaves his body, sleep edging in until Bobby moves. Eyes flying open, Don stills as Bobby kisses his shoulder, moves down his chest and towards his stomach.

“Time to get up?” Don stifles a yawn.

“You don’t have to,” Bobby grins, nipping at Don’s hip.

Don sighs, tipping his head back as Bobby teases lower and lower. Don sucks his bottom lip between his teeth and he tenses as Bobby licks at his clit. Bobby is slow, gentle, almost too much so, and Don finds impatience growing as Bobby traces a finger along his folds.

Just when Bobby slides a finger in, a knock on the bedroom door causes both of them to jump. With a swear, Bobby pulls away from Don and braces himself on his forearms.

“What?” He all but snarls at the door.

“We’re hungry,” comes Shorty’s muffled voice on the other side.

Don had forgotten about Shorty and Joe spending the night. A study session turned into game night and after a few shots, that was that.

“I promised I’d make them breakfast,” Bobby mutters, resting his forehead against Don’s thigh.

“We can just get breakfast somewhere,” Joe’s voice floats through and there is a scuffling as if Shorty intends to protest.

“No, no,” Bobby sighs, “I’ll be right out.”

He gives Don an apologetic smile and gets off the bed, throwing the covers back over Don. Biting back his whine of protest Don just watches as Bobby puts on sweats and one of Don’s shirts.

“You coming? I’m making pancakes,” Bobby says just before he opens the door.

Don nods, quirks a brow as Bobby tries to hide his flagging erection.

“I’ll put on an apron or something,” Bobby waves and slips out.

It’s tempting to finish himself off, but that doesn’t feel very fair to Bobby so Don crawls out of bed, throws on the nearest clothes he can find.

The pancakes are great, the company better, but Don doesn’t miss how Bobby squeezes his thigh under the table. They’ll need to pick up where they left off and soon if Don doesn’t want to explode.

However, by the time Joe and Shorty leave, it’s time to head to practice. Bobby’s heated kiss lingers on his lips and Don reluctantly follows him out the door.

II.

Practice goes well enough.

Ulbrickson wants them to bring their time down a little more, but all in all, he doesn’t yell at them and Don considers that a win.

Bobby’s coxing was on edge, but Don’s sure he’s the only one who could tell. Just the way he shouted certain calls, dragging out the vowels until he bit off the end. Bobby was horny and still is as he squeezes Don’s ass as he passes by him to get to the showers.

Glancing around, Don notes where his teammates are, who’s already gone, and counts to thirty before following Bobby into a private stall. It’s easy to find the right one. If there’s one area where Bobby is a creature of habit, it’s his choice of showers.

Don slips in, slides the lock into place and grabs Bobby from behind. With a pleased hum, Bobby reaches up, grips the back of Don’s neck with one hand while the other falls to the hand Don has on his hip. Don mouths at Bobby’s neck, pushes Bobby’s hip so his ass presses against Don. If only his strap-on was easier to sneak into the locker room.

Bobby turns around then, crashes their mouths together as his arms wrap around Don’s shoulders. Don crowds in Bobby’s space, hands braced on the wall on either side of Bobby’s head. Reaching down, Bobby caresses between Don’s legs, smiling into their kiss as Don shivers. Don takes hold of Bobby’s cock, gives it a few sharp tugs and it makes Bobby groan with relief.

God, Don needs Bobby in him now, but just as he starts to guide Bobby closer, the door rattles and there’s a large sigh.

“Guys,” it’s Jim and he sounds tired. “There’s no free showers. Can’t you do this at Bobby’s place?”

“You can wait,” Bobby retorts, his teeth grinding.

“No, I can’t. I’ve got a midterm to get to by 9 and it’s 8:30 right now,” Jim says matter-of-fact. “And you know that class is across campus. Hume, c’mon be a pal.”

Don doesn’t want to get dragged into the middle of this, but he gets it. He really should head off to his lecture too. He passes a silent message to Bobby which gets him a groan in return.

“Fucking fine,” Bobby turns off the shower with all his might. “Close your eyes, Stub, we’re coming out.”

“Thought you guys did that last year,” Chuck calls from across the locker room.

Don stops Bobby from charging at Chuck full on nude, dragging him to their lockers while trying to cover the two of them up with one small towel. Really, the whole team has seen each other naked, but Don doesn’t want to make it a habit.

“These half-boners are going to kill me,” Bobby mutters as he dresses aggressively.

“How about after class?” Don suggests as he dries his hair.

“Storage shed,” Bobby plans, just low enough for the two of them to hear.

Don can work with that. They leave the locker room, hand in hand and only drop their hold once their classes take them to opposite buildings.

“You better be ready for me,” Bobby whispers in Don’s ear.

Don swallows, the click loud in his ears. Oh, he’ll be more than ready.

III.

The storage shed is a little warm, just on the edge of stuffy, but Don patiently sits on a pile of life jackets as he waits for Bobby.

When the door opens, Don can only smile as Bobby throws his backpack to the side and dives into undoing the button on Don’s jeans.

“You were the only thing getting me through class,” Bobby breathes as he sinks to his knees.

He drags Don’s jeans and briefs down, leaning right in to lick and suck at Don. Don gasps, his hands flying to Bobby’s hair. He’s been just as horny as Bobby sure, but with Bobby tonguing him like it’s his life’s work, Don realizes just how pent up he’s been since the morning.

He could come soon, but he wants Bobby in him when he does and he taps Bobby’s shoulder, hoists him up by his sweater to taste himself on Bobby’s lips. Bobby is quick to get out his cock, teases at Don’s clit with the head when the shed door flies open.

“Oh, god!” Johnny stumbles back, hands over his face.

The door slams back shut and Don pulls up his jeans as Bobby tucks himself back into his own.

“What?” Gordy’s voice hits Don’s ears and he winces.

Gordy’s head pops in around the door, a frown already prepared for his friends.

“On the oars, guys?”

“They’re spares,” Bobby bites back. “And we’re on the lifejackets.”

His fists clench and Don takes one hand in his own to help calm Bobby down.

“Same difference. Now I’ll have to be reminded of this every time I have to grab something,” Gordy shakes his head and looks over his shoulder. “Johnny, they’re dressed now.”

Johnny peeks back in, breathes out in relief. “I don’t want to go in, Gordo.”

“Well, too bad. Ulbrickson asked and I’m not going to explain this to him,” Gordy grabs Don and Bobby by their collars and tosses them out of the shed.

Their backpacks follow a second after before Gordy shoves Johnny forward, the two arguing about god knows what.

Bobby lets out a pitiful whimper, throws his head back at the sky. Unsure of what to do with himself, Don shoves his hands into his pockets.

“What about your dorm room?” Bobby asks at last. “I’ve got another lecture at 2.”

It’s not enough time to drive to Bobby’s place so Don nods and leads the way. Finally, finally they’ll have some time alone.

IV.

They’re taking it slow in the quiet space of Don’s room. Chuck is out so Don and Bobby have taken off their clothes and they make out, tender and soft, Don draped over Bobby.

“Mm, what do you want to do first?” Bobby’s fingers dance along Don’s arms.

Don thinks it over and then shuffles down, kissing the tip of Bobby’s cock. Bobby lets out a contented sigh, runs his hands through Don’s hair as Don takes Bobby’s cock into his mouth, inch by agonizing inch.

“Fuck, so perfect,” Bobby breathes.

The muscles in Bobby’s legs flex and Don holds Bobby’s hips down. He wants to properly deepthroat Bobby. With a sharp inhale, Don takes Bobby all the way, his throat opening up as the head pushes in.

“Don,” Bobby whines, writhing underneath him.

In a way, Don’s surprised Bobby hasn’t already come and he pulls up catching his breath before taking Bobby’s cock again.

“Don, where’s your—?” Joyce bursts into Don’s room before letting out a single scream and yanking the door shut.

This time Don does choke on Bobby’s cock and he’s stuck hacking up his lungs as Bobby covers them up with their discarded sweaters.

“Joyce, what the hell?” Bobby yells amongst the cacophony.

“Why didn’t you lock the door?” Joyce shouts back as she comes back into the room, the doorknob caught in a white knuckle grip.

“Cause Chuck isn't supposed to be back for another hour?”

Don’s coughing is starting to calm and he hides his face in Bobby’s leg.

“Anyway,” Joyce shakes her head. “I need ibuprofen and I know Don keeps at least three bottles on him at all times.”

Don blindly points to his desk and Joyce rummages around until there’s the rattle of a bottle.

“Stupid time of the month,” Joyce mutters to herself as she struggles with the cap.

“You don’t get periods…,” Bobby frowns, his voice delicate and unsure.

“Well, yeah I don’t bleed, but I still get cramps,” Joyce sighs. “HRT is weird. Don’t worry about it.”

Don has finally lifted his head as Joyce downs a couple of pills with the water bottle Don was drinking from earlier.

“You coming out tonight?” Joyce asks just before she leaves.

“Yeah, I suppose,” Bobby sighs. “Right?”

Don grimaces. He forgot they had planned to go out for drinks, but with how the day’s been going, Don just wants to stay in with Bobby.

“You better,” Joyce points at Don. “Joe’s been complaining about not seeing his number eight lately.”

Don has been spending more time with Bobby but he didn’t think he had been that absent. Still, Joyce makes a point.

“Okay,” Don gives in.

“Good.” Joyce waves her goodbye and then, “Oh, hi, Chuck.”

Chuck is disgruntled in the hallway. “Can I take a nap or is that too much to ask?”

Even though the day is half over, for Don it’s felt like millennia. He feels Bobby’s frustration in his bones but they both dress when they have their privacy.

There better be plenty of drinks tonight

V.

The bar is noisy and crowded, the alcohol barely taking effect.

Bobby has been dragged into conversation after conversation, leaving Don to nurse his drink. He was having a great time with Joe, but as the night has worn on, Don is stuck in the booth by himself. He watches Bobby gesticulate wildly at Shorty, going on about Syracuse and the upcoming regatta.

It’d be amusing if Don wasn’t so on edge. Just as his drink starts a buzz at the back of his mind, Don decides to fuck all. He slams his glass down, slides out of the booth and grabs Bobby by the wrist.

Without a word, he drags Bobby away and while Bobby protests at first, he is quick to fall silent. Don shoves them into the small one-person bathroom and he pushes Bobby up against the door.

“I swear to god, if you don’t get inside me right now—“

Bobby’s laugh echoes off the tiled walls and he works their jeans open, tugging them down to their knees. He slides his cock between Don’s legs, his fingers brushing along Don’s folds, a little tease to his clit. Don moans, kisses along Bobby’s jaw as Bobby fucks his thighs. He’s fumbling around for the condom in his wallet and pulls away from Don just enough to put it on. Don all but spears himself on Bobby’s cock, their height making this all a little too easy as Bobby holds Don by the hips.

Don stifles his whines but Bobby is loud as he slams into Don. God, he just needs to come. As Bobby speeds up, Don smashes their mouths tougher, ready for the impending orgasm.

The knocks on the door are almost easy to ignore as they keep going, but what they hear next makes them pause.

“If you two don’t let me take a piss right now, I’m off the team.”

“Shut up, Roger. We all know that’s a lie,” Bobby thunks his head against the door.

Roger makes a noise that’s all too serious and Don forgets about his sex drive. It seems Bobby does too as the two reluctantly part. Once they smooth themselves out Bobby opens the door and Don’s heart sinks. It looks like Roger’s been crying but before they can ask, he shoves past them. They’re pushed out and the door closes with a firm click.

“Do you think he’ll be okay?” Don asks as he and Bobby stare at the closed door.

Worry shines in Bobby’s eyes before he shakes his head. “We need him. Can’t go to Poughkeepsie unless he’s there.”

When they ask their friends, at least who remains, all Don and Bobby get are confused looks or shrugs.

“I’ll keep an eye out,” Joe reassures.

The others join in, easing Don’s worries. A bit of guilt has seeped in, that he almost cares more about fucking Bobby than whatever is going on with Roger.

It’s then Don notices Chuck is suspiciously absent but before he can say a thing, Bobby is leading him out of the bar.

“Let’s go home and finish what we started,” Bobby growls.

One night won’t hurt anyone, he supposes, and Don jumps into Bobby’s car, anxious and ready to just fucking come.

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Bobby writhes on the bed, shuddered gasps and moans leaving him.

He arches off the bed, tugs at the restraints around his wrists. Don soothes him, running a hand along his side as he shoves the vibrator deeper into Bobby.

“Don,” Bobby shifts his hips, but it does little to alleviate his needs.

“Want it up another level?” Don asks.

“Fuck, there’s more?” Bobby groans. “Yeah. Please.”

Don clicks the controller and Bobby cries out, his hips leaving the bed. Bobby is gorgeous, hair matted against his forehead, skin gleaming with sweat. Somehow, Bobby has only come once, but the real fun is about to begin. Don starts to move up, ready to ride Bobby when the doorbell rings.

“What the fuck?” Bobby yells and Don’s reaction is to slap a hand over his mouth.

“Don, Donny, I need to talk to you.” Chuck is wailing on the other side, his knocks increasing.

Bobby licks at Don’s palm and he snaps his hand back with a glare.

“I can’t just leave him out there,” Don frowns as he reaches for the controller.

“Just leave it on and get him out of here,” Bobby grits out.

Don’s eyes widen and he just stares as Bobby closes his eyes. “You sure?”

“Mmhmm,” Bobby nods.

Taking a moment to collect himself, Don throws on some clothes and rushes to the front door just as Bobby’s neighbor across the hall comes out to complain.

“Sorry,” Don gives them a shrug as he pulls Chuck inside.

Don leads Chuck to the couch and sits him down before rushing into the kitchen. One glass of water later, Chuck has finally calmed down. Okay, just a minute has passed. As long as Don doesn’t pass five, Bobby will be fine, if a bit wrung out.

“What’s going on?” Don asks, a sympathetic hand on Chuck’s shoulder.

“Roger hates me.”

Don blinks. Is this why Roger was crying earlier?

“I fucked things up,” Chuck continues on. “He’s going to leave and I’ll never see him again.”

“Wait, you two were together?” Don thinks back to practice earlier, how Chuck and Roger seemed just fine.

“No,” Chuck sniffs. “But I want us to be. It’s too late now.”

Ten minutes pass as Chuck explains everything that led up to tonight. Don doesn’t know how he missed it. Yes, he’s neck deep in love with Bobby but he hasn’t forgotten about his team. He brought soup for Shorty when he was sick last week, Jim asked Don to come with him to physical therapy. So how he couldn’t see what was always there with Chuck and Roger is beyond him.

Don glances at his phone. Twenty minutes. And there’s a text from Roger. Don doesn’t mean to be rude as he reads the text, but then he stops Chuck mid-sentence.

“Roger’s looking for you.”

“What?” Chuck’s brows furrow.

Don shows him the text, the concern that lies behind Roger’s words. He knows his boys well enough to know what they mean behind a screen.

“Do I have a chance?” Chuck asks, still in disbelief.

“I think so.”

Chuck pulls Don into a hug and then races to the door. “I’ll never forget this, Don. Thanks!”

The silence is deafening and Don is in a bit of shock. He’ll have to get updates from Joe tomorrow, but right now there’s a more pressing matter at hand.

He runs to the bedroom, door flying open. The sight before him is even better than he expected.

Bobby is covered in his own cum, but his erection is still standing proud and red as ever. His eyes are screwed shut, mouth open and letting out a string of breathless moans.

“Bobby,” Don calls out as he undresses and when Bobby’s eyes open he’s utterly lost.

His eyes are watery, blissed-out as his focus fades in and out.

“Don,” Bobby manages. “Don, please.”

“I’ve got you,” Don climbs on top of Bobby.

It seems pointless to put a condom on Bobby now, but Don does anyway before he lowers himself down on Bobby’s cock.

He’s so full and Don is in heaven. He rolls his hips, drinks up the moan that leaves Bobby. Leaning down, Don licks at the cum on Bobby’s chest, his eyes never leaving Bobby’s face.

Tears spill down Bobby’s face and Don kisses Bobby’s cheeks as he rides him. Bobby’s cock hits him just right and he reaches between his legs to rub at his clit.

“Don, I’m close,” Bobby warns, eyes rolling up into his head.

“One more time, darling,” Don coaxes as his own release closes in. “One more.”

Bobby shakes, listens to Don’s command and Don clenches. It’s enough to push Bobby over the edge and Don keeps riding him until his own orgasm crashes into him.

“Fuck, fuck,” Bobby sobs.

It’s too much and Don is quick to grab the controller to turn off the vibrator. Warmth trickles down Don’s spine as he catches his breath, his hand brushing Bobby’s hair in front of his face.

“I’m gonna pass out,” Bobby slurs.

His eyes are closed, a hint of a smile on his face and Don kisses him on the corner of his mouth. He starts undoing Bobby’s tied wrists, kisses the marks that will remain there until morning.

Bobby shivers when Don pulls out the vibrator and he swipes his thumb across Bobby’s fluttering hole. The little gasp that leaves Bobby is almost enough to encourage Don to go again, but the exhaustion of the day has started to edge in.

Giving Bobby a kiss, Don then stumbles to the bathroom and grabs a washcloth to clean the two of them off.

Bobby is already asleep when Don comes back, limbs thrown about on the bed. It brings a smile to Don’s face and he cleans Bobby dutifully, kissing him as he goes along.

When he tucks himself in next to Bobby, Don glances at his phone and sees a text from Joe.

Chuck and Roger are okay

With the reassurance that all is right with the world, Don pulls Bobby close. It’s been a hell of a day, but in the end, Don wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

[youwouldntlietopapa]

Little Sunshine - Chapter 3

(Also available on AO3 with poorly translated Italian and Latin poorly translated for you!)

+18 MDNI Includes: 1700+ words of smut, Papa IV/Reader, p/v sex, biting, say my name, gentleness, aftercare, porn with feelings

Notes: Sorry this took ages. I'd give you a good excuse if I had one. But here it is!

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Copia’s mouth finds yours again and your fingers run through his hair. When you feel him, achingly hard and begging for release, there’s no keeping still. Your hips press back against him and his breath hitches. It’s all the encouragement he needs, reaching down to position himself properly. Pressing in deep and slow, stretching you until it aches, until you moan into his kiss and tighten your fingers in his hair. His forehead meets yours and he takes a few shaky breaths.

One by one, the pieces of the game, the bits of the masks you both wear for the world, the roles you play have slipped away. Until all that is left is you and him. As you are. Vulnerable in a way you had never anticipated. For the first time, it doesn’t feel like humiliation or weakness to let someone see you stripped so bare. Even as the spiteful voice of doubt hisses at the back of your mind that you’re being a fool, rushing too far, too fast, that it’s a dream, a fantasy, you are nothing… You’d rather have one perfect night of that dream than to have never come so close to it at all.

You press a kiss into the warmth of his neck, following it down to his shoulder. Feeling his pulse beating faster with your hand splayed on his back. He gives a soft hiss and a gentle moan when you bite at his shoulder, only just more than a tease.

“Sono state combattute guerre per tesori meno preziosi, angelo mio.”

His hips rock into you gently and you can feel the effort it takes to hold back. But with each thrust, his need overwhelms his focus. Driving in deeper, harder, faster. Every moan and gasp and sound of pleasure is like a blessing, a sweet symphony. One you are more than happy to join. Hooking your legs over his hips and moving with him. Maybe that ugly voice in your head is right and this is a once in a lifetime thing. Butnothing has ever felt so natural and right.

“Oh, Satanas… Copia…” Back right where you started. With his name on your lips as you can feel yourself getting closer and closer to that cliff’s edge. But this time your hand is in his hair and the smell of his cologne isn’t a memory, it’s pressed up against you and mingling with the familiar smells of your room. This time with him fucking you like he means to fuck you straight through the mattress. And this man really had to ask if this lives up to the fantasy. “Copia…” You moan his name shamelessly. In that moment, you couldn’t care less who hears. Satan himself should hear how his most faithful servant has you coming undone.

And the sounds he makes to hear such desire and ecstasy behind his own name. His deep, lustful moan, like something dragged from the very depths of his soul. A sound that sends electricity crackling along every nerve. His voice is strained, struggling to keep composure, to find the words. “Again…” He begs breathlessly. “Say it again… Voglio sentirti dire il mio nome… ti prego...”

There is nothing in the world that could compel you to deny him. Not this. Not anything else. He could ask for the stars and you would spend a lifetime dragging them from the heavens for him. “Copia…” You moan again, begging and pleading for more with only his name. “Io sono tua… Copia…”

“Chi vuoi, angelo?” His tongue runs over the bruise already darkening on your shoulder. His rhythm starting to slip.

“Voi... Solo tu…” You cup his cheek and kiss him fiercely. “Copia…”

His hand catches yours, entwining your fingers. You can tell he’s as close as you are, hanging on valiantly. “Tesoro…” His breath catches and he looks at you, somewhere between pleading and adoring. “Tesoro… Cum for me… Let me feel you… Please…”

You were already so close and that please finishes you. His hips snap against yours once and again, and you’re flung over that cliff. Waves crashing so hard it feels like they might carry you away entirely. If not Copia’s hand in yours, holding you like an anchor. You tighten around him almost painfully, crying out his name. His hips bucking hard as he follows you over, bring the second wave before the first has even had a chance to finish. His warmth spreading inside you even as he slows, riding out the last of the climax.

Your arms wrap around him, urging him down onto you, and he obliges without hesitation. Keeping his hand in yours and letting himself sink into your embrace. You’re sure he can feel your heart pounding as much as you can feel his as you both catch your breath. He gives a soft hiss as he pulls himself free and it sets off another ripple of pleasure, dragging a whimper from you.

“Stai bene, dolcezza?” Copia’s soft voice drags you out of the sex drunk haze you’d been slipping into. His mismatched eyes watching you with a hint of concern. Right until you smile and comb your fingers through his absolutely ruined hair.

You chuckle breathlessly and lean in to kiss him. “Meglio di quanto non sia mai stato in vita mia.” He reaches up to brush the loose hair from your forehead, but you can’t break away from his gaze. “Come può una fantasia competere con la perfezione?”

Copia blushes deeply, kissing you again. “Tesoro, sei troppo gentile con me.”

Reluctantly, he rolls off of you and the absence of him is almost enough to make you pout. He doesn’t go far however, settling next to you on your narrow dorm bed, collecting you in his arms. You move with him, pressing yourself tightly against his warm, sweaty skin. Copia pulls your blanket over you both before finally making himself comfortable. His lips press against your forehead, brushing light kisses down the length of your nose and, finally, kissing you properly.

“How could I have let you slip through my fingers for so long, hmm?” His voice is barely more than a whisper and he looks at you so intensely. “Just hoping to catch a glimpse of you at mass, or in the library.”

It’s your turn to blush, hiding your face in your hands. You’d swear the man can read your mind and is teasing you. But his hands take yours and he looks at you curiously.

“What? What did I say?”

Satan below… he’s going to make you say it, isn’t he? “… the library.” You admit. “That’s… that’s what I was thinking about. When you… you know… caught me.”

His confused face is so damned cute and he tilts his head just a little. “Cosa intendi? The library is what… you were excited about?”

You chuckle softly. “Not the library. You. This afternoon when I saw you there. And you needed to get past me.” Your blush gets deeper. “Satanas, it’s so silly!”

“No, no, tesoro.” He says gently, earnestly. “Tell me. I want to know.”

He’s going to be the death of you. There’s no doubt in your mind. You can’t even say no to him. Not when he looks at you like that. “Your cassock brushing against my backside and your hands on my hips. I couldn’t stop thinking about it... And I was thinking of you, there, grabbing me and fucking me against the shelves.”

It’s a relief when he doesn’t laugh, and the way his cheeks turn pink is extremely cute. “Can I confess something to you?”

“I believe believe you’re the one who usually takes confessions, Papa.” You can’t help teasing.

He snorts and shakes his head, which might be the best thing you’ve ever heard. “Shush. You play Papa this time.” His fingers draw endless random shapes over your back. “I was thinking about the same thing. Even touching you a little… I didn’t want to get too close. But I’ve never been good at taking a tiny nibble and walking away.”

Your hand runs over the bite mark he left on your shoulder and you give him a small, cheeky smile. “So I’ve learned. And now I get to have you with me for days.”

His eyebrows creep up and he look at you like you’ve said something a little funny. “You think it will be days before you see me again, cara mia?”

“I just…” You look at him, a little surprised. “I didn’t think… You want to… see me again?”

Copia’s brow furrows a bit. “Perhaps my English needs work. You didn’t understand? Every time you leave my sight I want to see you again. I can’t count the days you have occupied my thoughts. Tesoro, if you want me, you may have me whenever you wish.”

How this sweet, perfect man ever ended up in your bed saying such beautiful things and making you want to weep with joy, you’ll never know. You just pray he never stops. “Whenever I wish?” Your voice threatens to crack. “I don’t think there are enough hours in the day or stamina in the human body for me to have you every time I wish.”

For a moment, he looks shocked and then he laughs. Really laughs, pulling you into another kiss. “Sono disposto a testare entrambi per te, cara mia.”

“I will hold you to that.” You grin.

“You may hold me to whatever you like, so long as you hold me.”

That is something he hardly needs to worry about. Considering how long you’ve spent daydreaming about just that, there is a lot of time to make up for. You cup his cheek gently and look back at him lovingly. “Sei così bello. Sai questo?”

His cheeks flush and he tries to hide it by adjusting the blankets and fussing with your hair. “Sono solo felice che tu la pensi così, tesoro.”

“No. Non la penso così. Lo so.” You say firmly but not unkindly. “Non voglio che nessuno parli di te così male. Nemmeno tu.”

He meets your gaze again, with those big puppy dog eyes. “Dimmi la verità. Come ha fatto un angelo a finire qui tra tutti i posti?”

“No angel.” You kiss the end of his nose. “Just someone who knows a real treasure when she sees it.”

For a long moment, Copia just stares at you, speechless. Without a word, he all but wraps himself around you, like a protective, loving cocoon.

“Angelo mio.”

[namesmox]

Pillows

Ok so it has been well over a year since I've written anything or been involved with the Lucky Batch so please leave me some writing tips<3

"I swear to Maker, if you skip one more briefing, I will feed you to Loth Wolfs." hissed Raffle as he dragged Skip by his ear down the hallway of the Republic base the Lucksters were currently stationed at. "Kriffing hell Raffle! Let go of my ear! You're gonna- ow oW OW" "You wouldn't be getting dragged by your ear if you just went to a briefing, you di'kuit." Ignoring his vods protests, Raffle finally made it to the briefing room, where he shoved Skip into the room ahead of him, finding the amused faces of his brothers, who had seen Raffle storm off less than three minutes ago. Jackal and Foxy snorted when the very offended trooper slunk off to the corner to sulk, Kenhla quickly regaining the squad's attention. "Oh, a newcomer, welcome!" she joked and was met with a stuck-out tongue.

Once the batch had retreated to their barracks, still amused by the small scene from earlier, Skip asked, "If you're gonna drag me to meetings can it be by a different part of my body next time?" Jackal had snuck up behind Skip and pulled his little bun. "That work?". Raffle, who Pepper was scolding, smiled. "That's a great idea Jackal thank you." "All I do is shoot down D-1s. I don't get why I have to go to those meetings." Skip muttered, knowing full well why he was supposed to be there. "Maybe in case Jackal has another one of those 'emergency landings' again." piped Ryder on top of his perch on Goose. Now it was the pilot's turn to be offended. "Would you rather be a giant fireball in the sky?" "I'd rather stay on the same ship for more than a month." Jackal gasped, pretending to be overdramatic. "How dare you!". "I gotta agree with Ryder" Cypher cut in, who had his back turned, looking at his data pad. "Cypher turn around." The trooper did and was promptly met with a pillow to the face from Jackal. Foxy, who had been silently laughing at the situation, burst into laughter from the confused look on Cypher's face. Snapping out of his confusion, Cipher grabbed the pillow just thrown at him and the one on his bunk. Foxy bolted off the bunk he was sitting on to find cover. Jackal barely dodged a pillow by diving behind Goose, only for Ryder to tumble on top of him with the pillow. "Pillow fight!" yelled Skip as he ran up and whacked Raffle behind the head. The entire squad scattered throughout the barracks; before long, pillow stuffing flew through the air. Eventually, all the pillows were in less than optimal throwing condition, and someone (Thumbs swears it was Rane) pulled the mattress off a bunk and chucked it into the fray.

The following morning Kenhla, accompanied by her Padawan's Luna and Brisk, arrive at their squads' barracks only to find them utterly destroyed. The remains of pillows were scattered around the room in the form of wads of fuzz and scraps of cloth. Mattresses were pulled off the bunks and spread around the room, with the clones fast asleep. The trio stood still for a minute, wondering what must have happened for the space to be in this state. Finally, Luna was the one to break the silence. "Master, why the hell weren't we invited?".

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Going to my mother's helped. We were supposed to stay until late Monday morning but I misunderstood a text from my husband and thought he'd managed to get the house consistently at 22°, but what he actually said was he'd gotten my bedroom back down consistently to 22° after it'd risen a lot during the day.

We did not realize this misunderstanding until we all packed up from mom's early and piled into the house again. Where I promptly became instantly overheated and soaked in sweat.

We talked it out, realized the mishap, but said damnit because we could not go back to my mother's that late. I've already put one toddler bed into my bedroom and tonight when my hubs wakes up I am disassembling my youngest's bed and moving it into my room too. Then all... allllll of the fans are going to be piled into my room onto each bed and angled to circulate the window unit's air around.

What a mess. Looking back my husband was clear, I'd just... wildly misunderstood. I think sleep deprived brain mixed with homesickness lead to me jumping at the chance that home was hospitable again.

°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°~•~°

Last night my eldest was very restless. He wasn't at home, in his room, and he was missing daddy. (Hubs had to stay home because of work.) It took 2 movies into the night to wear out his mind enough to relax in a new room. He finally did sleep though, around midnight. (Which would be our normal bedtime but it changed due to being a guest at my mom's very much normal daytime hour schedule)

Id gotten my youngest to snuggle up to me in the other room and pass out. (After 10 minutes of crying for the same reason) but he finally konked.

I would have slept decent, if I hadnt kept hearing phantom crying from my eldest in the next room. I checked on him. Totally fine. Zoned out to the movie. And it wasnt the movie I was hearing. So I thought huh weird. Then after maybe 20 minutes of being settled back into bed, I heard it again. I debated checking on him.... and ultimately did because my mom heart couldn't stand the thought of what if this time he really was super upset, and mamma hadnt gone to him.

So I checked. This happened 4 times. The 4th time he was out cold asleep. I turned off the movie that had been on the menu screen. Snuck back into my room, and finally dozed off.

......then to be woken by my youngest scooting in his sleep. Right off the mattress onto the floor. I pulled his sleepy self back into snuggles and he passed right back out. (I should note I had moved the mattress to the floor due to this very fear and glad I did)

He scooted 3 or 4 more times without falling (I did keep dragging his still-asleep self back down to the center of the bed) I'd finally fallen asleep again.... and loudass thunder woke me back up. I was initially annoyed, but I love storms a LOT so once I settled back into my pillow and listened to the thunder and rain against the window I felt content enough to sleep. Woke up about 7 or 8 something? Which was dreadful. The boys were totally fine for the morning however. So that's a positive after all that.

The boys ate breakfast upstairs with gramma and I was able to clean up the disaster area that was my eldest's temporary room. (He'd trashed the place when he woke up before us. Playing. He found my sister's bead box. That was fun to pick miniscule beads out of long carpet at 8am)

Managed to shower after overheating from cleaning up. Ate a little bit. And just.... had a day. We existed. The boys played upstairs. Played downstairs. Tried to nap but nobody could. Then the misread text and trip home. Etc etc.

We 3 are sitting on the couch now, with 3 fans blowing on us from different spots. (And an ice pack on my chest) Hubs is desperately trying to sleep in my room before going downstairs for work. He has maybe an hour left to sleep before he has to drag himself from the cool cave he created.

I sincerely hope our repair guy can pick up the part first thing in the morning and head straight here. We cannot go back to my mom's tomorrow and I'm not sure where another alternative is. 🤞🏻

[rubyperic-09]

In Love

a/n: I wrote a whole ass novel about a year ago and I thought I'd release the first chapter to see if anyone likes it! let me know if you want me to release any more of it or if you have any feedback xoxo summary: idk, this is a preview to the whole book I guess but idk how to sum it up, anyone got any ideas? w/c: 1114 TW: vomit, mentions of alcohol usage, mentions of being drunk, mentions of bullying, hospital, mentions of mental breakdowns. let me know if I've missed anything xx

chapter 1

I wake up lying on the floor of my bedroom. I have no idea why I am there. The last thing I remember is throwing up in a plant pot and being brought home by Henry’s boyfriend Michael. I got drunk at a party last night. So drunk that I passed out and had to be dragged home. I only got drunk because I had a crap week and I wanted to forget about it. But obviously that didn’t work. I get up off the floor and put on a jumper. I have a pounding headache, but that does not stop me from struggling up the stairs and into Henry’s room. Michael was still here. I did not expect him to drive all the way home in the dark, but I also didn’t expect him to be sleeping in my brother’s bed while my parents were under the impression he was on the spare mattress on the floor.

I am Ivy Green. I have a brother named Henry, who came out to my parents around three months ago, but still hadn’t come out to me until about a week ago. Henry was my best friend for about three years. We did everything together. If there was another one of Lilly Scott’s stupid Halloween parties, we went together with corresponding costumes. Henry and I went to the same school for the entire of primary school, and majority of high school. But then we moved. I stayed in Brisbane, Queensland, for the rest of my eleventh year and lived with my girlfriend Lilly. While Henry moved with my parents to Melbourne, Victoria, and was home-schooled for the rest of year nine. This was not something my brother enjoyed, but he didn’t have much choice. It was either be home-schooled or be half a semester behind in his schooling. So, he obviously chose to home-school.

I moved back in with my family about a month ago, so it hasn’t really been that long. It was nothing like I had expected. I don’t know what I had expected but it wasn’t this. The city was so “small” compared to Brisbane, and I didn’t know anyone. In fact, I still barely know anyone. I barely even know my brother at this point. I always got the sense that something was different about my brother; Ever since he was little, he didn’t “fit in” with the other kids at school. He was always spending time with me because no-one in his year liked him very much. This did not turn out very well for my brother. For majority of Henry’s first high school year, he was bullied for hanging out with me. He was always getting into fights and picked last in groups at school, but he knew how to defend himself. Or at least I thought he did.

Last year when we were in Brisbane my mum got a call from the school. She unsuspectingly answered the phone with a happy look on her face, but that changed very quickly. Her expression darkened and her voiced changed from, cheerful to serious and worried. In a matter of seconds, she had dragged me out to the car grabbed a whole lot of random things including, my brother’s favorite book, my laptop, her laptop, a bunch of important paperwork, her phone, and a group of other things you might need to keep yourself sane. She was on the phone to my father at the same time as driving. I had no idea what she was saying, but she sounded worried, which doesn’t happen very often, and that made me worried.

My brother had gotten into a fight with some of the year eleven boys in my class. They were teasing him for hanging out with my friend Lilly and saw the perfect opportunity to hurt someone and they took it. My brother fought back until he was hit in the head with a book and passed out. He would have been fine… If he hadn’t fallen directly into the garden fence. He still has the scars to prove it, but I can’t help thinking that it was all my fault. He is fine now, but he couldn’t breathe properly for months and that’s when my parents decided to move us across the country. We had spent over two hours in the waiting room of that hospital; My brother spent around three weeks in there though, and didn’t go back to school for another couple of months after that. He didn’t go back to school until he was in Melbourne. And even then, he still hadn’t gone back to school. He had just been schooling at home.

Getting back home after nine months was weird. I felt like I’d barely even met the kid I was best friends with. I had felt like a complete outsider in my own home. It didn’t feel like home for about two weeks. But something had changed about my brother’s relationship with my dad. They were always in arguments about stupid unimportant things. Such as whether or not Michael was allowed to sleepover, or if he was allowed to go over to Michael’s, or if he was allowed to go out with his “friend”, things that I had thought were silly because my dad had let me do all the same things with my friends at his age, but something had changed about the way they saw each other, like they didn’t see eye to eye anymore.

My brother had multiple mental breakdowns the week he came out to me. He was at Michael’s a lot and stopped asking my dad if he could go before leaving, he just said, I am going to Michael’s, and you’re not going to stop me, before walking out the door and slamming it shut behind him. I had no idea why my dad got so mad at him for wanting to hang out with a friend. I was completely clueless and had no idea why this was happening, but it all makes sense now. Michael wasn’t just my brother’s best friend; he was his boyfriend. And I had no idea he was gay.

For like 5 years I just thought he was a nerd, but he said he has always known and was simply confused, but that it all made sense to him now. He didn’t want to have to lie to people and pretend he was someone he wasn’t, just because he feared what people would say or do to him. It was only a matter of seconds before I hugged him and told him I will always love him, but he has still been avoiding me since.

a/n: this whole book is based in Australia and uses Australian spelling and grammar because that's where I grew up and currently live, so it's easier for me to base things on environment wise... also, tis was written in my heartstopper era and is probably got somewhat of a similar story line at the beginning of the book, the book does develop later though xoxo -💎

[randomleafoflove]

New fic I'm working on

I'm working on another SI/OC story, but this time she's reborn in the Jin sect. It's more about trying to reconcile her morals in a setting that doesn't always care about the individual. I think. I'm still in the process of even outlining this... (This was supposed to be the story where I took a closer at the Yi city crew, but no, the plot doesn't seem to be heading that way...)

This doesn't have a name yet.

Jin Yōuhăi is Jin Guangshan's illegitimate little sister that her mother's sect forced the previous Jin sect leader to recognize. She's given over to her father's wife to raise, and her only saving graces are the fact that she's so young and that she's a girl, and therefore no threat to her adult brother's power. She doesn't regain memories of ther previous life until she's twelve, but she happened to be in Yiling at the time, and found the recently orphaned Wei Ying, taking him home with her.

“Shifu?” there was a hesitant knock on my door. Xiao Ying pushed the door open a crack. “Is shifu still awake?”

I set down my comb and left the protection of the privacy screen, my one remaining lit candle in hand. “Wei Ying?”

Xiao Ying fidgeted with the hem of his shirt. “Xiao Ying's room is... nice, but... quiet and dark and there might be something under xiao Ying's bed?”

Oh. I hadn't thought of that. I remembered occasionally dragging my duvet and pillow to my parents' room until I was eleven and sleeping on the spare child sized mattress, sometimes with both my younger siblings, other times alone. I'd had trouble falling asleep, and then having a restless sleep well into my teenage years and beyond. Out of my siblings, I'd been the one with the overactive imagination, seeing people in shadows and thinking I heard footsteps in the dark. But then I'd turned to logic to explain away my fears, turned to science to find explanations, while my very unimaginative little sister had believed in witchcraft and ghosts. (Who's laughing now?)

I offered xiao Ying my hand and he grabbed it rather desperatly. “Should I stay with xiao Ying until he falls asleep?”

Xiao Ying's nodding was insistent as we walked through the main room. “'m sorry.”

“No need. I should have realized you'd be scared of your new surroundings.”

We reached xiao Ying's new room. It still lacked any personal touches that would come with time. Xiao Ying clambered on the bed and I knelt to check under the bed. This world was one with monsters, so I couldn't dismiss xiao Ying's fear as childish imaginings.

“No, nothing here,” I reassured him and set my candle on a table in the middle of the room. I sat on the edge of his bed and tucked him in. “Do you want to hear a story?”

“Yes please, Shifu!”

I thougt through my catalogue of stories. Better ease him in with a familiar enough setting...

“The Heaves shook as a new God ascended. Many Gods had gethered to welcome the newcommer, but when the light died down, silence reigned. Ugh, it's just you, some in the crowd groaned. And indeed, the person who had ascended, had done so for the third time...”

[hpimaginesandblurbs]

Hey, firstly I wanted to say that you were one of the people responsible for me getting back to writing. Your writing leaves me deep in my feelings, I feel like I'm on a boat finally knowing where to roam.

I would so much like to see you writing what Fred and George Weasley would be like ruining the reader. I don't want it to roll incest, I'd just love to be their girlfriend.

Ew that sounds gross but they are so hot.

pairing(s): fred weasley x reader x george weasley

word count: 1.6k

warning(s): 18+, dom/sub roles, mean dom!fred, softer dom!george, sub!reader, orgasm control/edging, bondage, use of a blindfold, use of sex toys, anal sex, subspace, not twincest, degradation, slight praise

a/n: once again, thank you for such lovely requests. your little comment about my writing means the absolute world. i can only hope i did your request justice! also, totally not gross. it's super hot.

“Look at her,” you heard Fred say in awe. “All spread out, just for us Georgie.”

“Oh, all the things we could do to her right now,” George teased, only making you squirm more in front of them.

“I’m content just watching her fall apart. You?” Fred asked, his voice growing more distant as he took a seat across the room.

Upon hearing that, you scrambled for a reprieve. Your two boyfriends, Fred and George, had you tied to the bed in Fred’s room in their shared loft, blindfolded, with a vibrator attached to your clit. You had lost track of the amount of times they had edged you over and over and over again, but you knew you were hitting your limit. Your body was covered in sweat, your legs were shaking, and your muscles were tense. You could barely breathe but you managed to rasp out your pleas.

“No, please,” you gasped. “Please make it stop. Just want you both inside of me. Fuck, please,” you finished with a scream right as, presumably George, turned off the vibrator.

“What do you say Freddy?” George asked, the both of them still speaking as if you weren’t even there. It only turned you on more that all the decisions were in their hands. “You can’t possibly say no when she begs so pretty,” he added, and you could practically hear the smirk on his face.

“She only gets to cum tonight if both of our cocks are inside of her,” Fred declared, and his voice sounded closer now.

“Think you could handle that, my sweet girl?” George asked, brushing the hair off of your sweat stricken face.

“Please. Anything. Just need you both,” you begged, no dignity left to pretend otherwise.

It was silent for a moment, but then the vibrator was coming off of your clit and you were being slowly unbound.

“Fuck me,” you heard Fred whisper under his breath and you weren’t sure what he was referring to until you felt a pair of hands on your very swollen, throbbing cunt. “Such a pretty, pink swollen mess. And you’re so fucking wet you’re dripping.”

You could only whimper as his fingers explored you, both wanting him to stop and wanting him to give you so much more.

With no warning, you were being hoisted up until you were on your knees in the middle of the bed, the mattress dipping on either side of you as they both joined you on the bed.

“You sure you can handle this?” George asked again, always the one to treat you like fragile glass. Normally, you appreciated his tenderness, but right now you had a one track mind that was determined to get fucked into next week.

“Fuck, yes. Need it. Wanna see. Please,” you pleaded, nothing more than a stream of consciousness falling from your lips.

The blindfold that had been secured on your face was ripped off, your sight going from black only to be replaced with Fred’s face. And oh, was it a sight. He looked absolutely feral from just watching you be edged, and you desperately needed him to unleash himself on you.

He must have seen it written as clear as day in your eyes, because within the next blink he was dragging your bound hands upwards only to attach them to a chain that was hooked over the bed.

Oh.

Oh.

That was new.

Your eyes glazed over as you felt your body stretch to accommodate the new position, completely at their mercy in a way you had never been before. The twins worked in tandem to get you in the position they needed you in, your legs wrapped around Fred’s waist while George was supporting your back against his strong chest.

“I don’t plan on holding back,” Fred said lowly, his eyes boring into yours as he lined his cock up with your entrance. At the same time, you felt the all too familiar tingle of a lubing charm in your ass, making you shiver with anticipation.

“Don’t,” was your reply to Fred, causing him to practically growl before plunging into you. He effortlessly bounced you up and down his lengthy cock a few times before stilling, allowing George a moment to fully work his way into you.

Your head spun once you felt them both inside of you, your eyes hooded as your body adjusted to the fullness of it all. Luckily, they gave you a moment to compose yourself, long enough that you started helplessly grinding in between their bodies.

You felt Fred’s grip on your thighs tighten right before he began to move you again, and you knew just from his steel like grip that you were done for. He bounced you up and down on their cocks so harshly that with every downward movement they were hitting the deepest spots inside of you and practically pushing the moans and whines out of your body. It bordered on the delicate line between pleasure and pain that they were so good at riding with you it was intoxicating.

“You’re so fucking tight. Keep making those pretty little noises and I’m not gonna last much longer,” George groaned, his hands coming up to your waist to assist Fred in his efforts to move you.

“I can feel you fucking clenching around my cock, you little slut,” Fred growled through gritted teeth, the effort he was putting in to get you all there showing but he never faltered once. “You better not cum until I let you.”

“I won’t. I won’t. Please - just - fuck,” you ended with a groan, unable to even have a coherent thought as both of them continued to destroy you in tandem.

“Just what? Use your words,” Fred commanded menacingly, the look in his eyes not one to argue with.

You tried your best to form a thought, you really did, but the words just simply couldn’t come. Not when you felt like this. Not when you were so lost in pleasure that you felt like you could explode at any minute.

The only thing to break you out of your fog was George’s hand coming down to crack you right on the ass, the pain of it so intense you screamed as you scrambled to grip the rope supporting you even harder.

“I’d listen if I were you. Use your fucking words,” George said, his lips grazing your ear as he spoke, only to travel down to suck harsh bruises against your neck.

“Just - wanna - cum,” you moaned, your words punctuated every time they filled you to the hilt and fucked the air out of you.

“Better,” Fred commented, his grip on you only growing tighter as you all neared the edge. “But remember, if you cum before I tell you to, don’t think I won’t tie you up again with your pretty little vibrator and make you cum until you pass out.”

Just the thought had you moaning, your walls tightening around them both as you hurtled to your climax.

“There’s our little masochistic slut,” George managed a chuckle, but it was strained as he held himself back from cumming deep inside of you.

“So fucking tight. You’re just milking me, begging for our cum to fill you up,” Fred groaned, his head tipped back in pleasure, sweat collecting against his collarbones and forehead. He looked like a fucking Greek God as he continued to wreck you beyond thought.

Just as you began to lose yourself to the painful pleasure again, you heard the magic words you had been waiting for all night.

“Cum for us. I wanna hear you scream,” Fred said, his lips grazing yours as he finally gave you the permission you had so desperately craved.

It took one, two, three more impossibly deep thrusts until you climaxed with a scream to deafen all three of you. You lost yourself in your release, your entire body feeling somewhere between a livewire and utter numbness as wave after wave of pleasure finally crashed through you. It sounded so far away, but you heard twin groans before you felt the unmistakable sensation of them both cumming deep inside of you, painting your walls white with their release as they worked you through your orgasm.

You let your head fall on George’s shoulder as you settled into the floaty feeling an orgasm like this gave you, one so intense you could only focus on the feeling of your boyfriends’ bodies and their distant praise. Slowly, you felt yourself being gently let down from your bounds, you body masterfully balanced in between Fred and George’s until they laid you down against the pillows, both of them having pulled out at various points.

The three of you laid there for some time, both of the boys knowing just how fragile you were right now. Both of them were offering praises in their own ways, luring you back to them until you could finally latch on to their words and pull yourself back to reality.

In what felt like an eternity later, your eyes fluttered open to find George staring fondly down at you, Fred curled around the rest of your body to help ground you.

“There’s our sweet girl,” George said happily, placing a tender kiss on your still sweaty forehead.

“How are you feeling?” Fred asked quietly, gently rubbing a soothing hand up and down your thigh.

“Fucking amazing. Sore, but amazing,” you replied confidently.

“I’m sure you do, love. And maybe next time, we’ll have to try Fred’s little idea that got you so fucking worked up. I’d love to see you cum until you pass out,” George said with a cheeky grin, followed by Fred’s chuckle.

You could only roll your eyes at their antics, but you couldn’t help feel a rush of arousal go through you once more at what laid in store.

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hii could i request something? i don't mind whether it's a headcannon with some drabble or a longer scenario, do whatever you have time for. make sure you're taking care of yourself 🥰

oki so nsfw haikyuu, im very indecisive so I'll give you a list of some characters - feel free to include multiple alsjdggwgw.

tsukishima, kageyama, miya twins, kuroo, bokuto, yknow throw in hinata for some spice. basically anyone that would rUiN me 😗✌️

okay so for the scenario literally go wild with it, I'd love to have a few kinks involved like dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation and masochism (or sadism if you look at it from the characters side).

feel free to improv if there's anything specific you've been wanting to write lmao I'm happy with anything.

have fun hehe

Eep! You’re so sweet I could cry T^T. You’re my first ask btw so Thank you thank you! Anyone who enjoys this post, please thank anon! This will also be my first work for haikyuu so I hope it will be good! In addition, i'll write the reader as Fem for now bc it wasn’t specified, so I hope that’s okay<3. I was gonna include all characters, but I felt I kept you waiting long enough.

Okay so im thinking…. How they act when domming WITH BOKUTO, ATSUMU, OSAMU, TSUKI, AND HINATA.

Genre: SMUT/MINORS DNI/ 18+/ Characters aged up

Warnings: dumbification, verbal degrading, use of "puppy", breeding, denial, overstimulation, masochism & sadism, a wee bit of impact play in Osamu’s... it just happened, gagging, nose pinching, praising, oral (fem and male receiving), dom dynamics, use of the word “daddy.

                                                      BOKUTO

Bo is a wild card, so anything can activate his dom moods and they can vary from service to hard domming.

You have to watch out for those days when you do something that he finds so cute because that’s when he wants to be a service dom.

And that means fucking you completly dumb.

“C’mere puppy”, just wants to show you how much he appreciates and adores you, so he has to make you feel so good that you turn into mush.

Always fucks you in a position that relies solely on you having to rely on him because it’s such a power trip for him.

Will have you picked up and getting fucked against the wall of your room as he tells you how cute you are.

Seeing you like this triggers something so animalistic in him, he is suddenly so hyper focused as he fucks you like an animal.

LOUDDDD

Just wants to see how wrecked you’ll get for him, but wrecks himself too.

~

“C’mere puppy, gonna pick you up.” You're a mess already, having been getting fucked into on your back by your boyfriend. Still, you put your hands out so he can pull you into his broad chest and up you two go. He smiles at your compliance and goes in to kiss your cute lips, albeit deeply as he sucks on your tongue and bottom lip which makes saliva string you two together when pulling away.

By the time he is done kissing you, he has your bare back pressed against the cool surface of your room walls and is nudging the head of his big, fat cock back into your needy hole. “Ah! Bo, fuck! like this?”

You can’t help but ask while clinging to him for dear life as he bottoms out in you. All he can do is nod, one hand strongly wrapped around your lower back, close to your ass, and the other flat against the wall above your head. He loves the way you cling to him, much like how your soft walls do at the slightest dragging of his cock. In and out. He begins to buck his hips up into you and you bounce at the sheer force of each of his thrusts, breast bouncing gloriously in front of him too as he eyes them.

You’re open mouthed panting in no time in rhythm with his thrusts as your eyes gloss over while looking into his golden ones. He searches your face before using force from his legs to start ramming into your spongy spot and you gasp, “fuck daddy wait!”

“Just wanna make you feel good pup, just let me…” He groans as he continues to fuck into your gspot, making you clench around him sporadically as you begin to moan, “i-if you keep thrusting there-

“You’ll cum? Good, cum for me and i'm not gonna stop either.” He states seriously as he picks up his pace, moving the hand he had around you to your hip and gripping it tightly as he enclosed you against the wall more. You had no choice but to take the harsh thrusts that he was giving you, each retraction taking the air from your lungs before the thrust to your spot delivered intoxicating pleasure.

Your fucking head was getting cloudy as you succumbed to the pleasure, sweat trickling down the valley of your breasts at the body heat you two were producing, the mere sight of you sruggling to determine what you should do makes him go feral. Gripping both of your hips, with a bruising glasp, he makes sure the top half of your back is still resting on the wall as he begins to bring you down on his dick while thrusting up.

“You look so fucking sexy like this! Shit, I love having you on my cock!” He is growling now as you moan incoherent sentences, clinging to him closely you decided on just nodding your head. Too fucked out for anything else as he dominated your throbbing core.

He moans loudly at this as he balls slap aggressively against your ass, “already fucked dumb, pup? Fuckkkkk just how I wanted you.” He says as you start to go weak from the pleasure of your orgasm staring to consume you, moving to place your head in between the crook of his neck. He doesn’t let you though, grabs you by the chin and forces your unfocused eyes to stay on him as drool trickles down your skin from your lolled out tongue.

How could he not watch you go dumb on his cock as he fucks your through your orgasm and into his. You two are going to be so sloppy when he’s done.

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                                                           TSUKIII

This fucking Psychopath mean and hard dom.

The most verbal degrader, but also lovesss to humiliate you too.

Just looks at you condescendingly, but is trying to hide his amusement.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart.” is pushing his glasses up with one hand.

Has the other hand buried two fingers deep in your needy cunt.

All you can do is whine because for fucks sake he won’t give you anything, but shallow thrusts. All because

“If you want more then fucking work for it!”

Has you fucking yourself on his fingers in an instant while he snickers and smirks  (still being mean) as if his hard on isn’t threatening to fucking cream his pants.

~

“TSUKIII!” You whine as you grip his wrist that is connected to the fingers inside your dripping cunt.

“You look so pathetic right now, sweetheart” He states with a smirk as he gives you two sharp aimless thrusts into your cunt, making you whine louder.

“P-please just give me more! Stop being so mean!” You say as you look up at his shirtless frame. You know by the look on his face that he is having fun, that he enjoys seeing you so needy and you hate that you’re feeding into it. But it’s so hard, when he has been fingering you to the edge and stopping every time right before you could even release.

“You want more? Then fucking work for it, whore!” He says almost sadistically and you nod as you lift your hips up to meet his fingers. You begin to thrust up into his two nimble, long fingers as you clench around him. Your walls are thankful for the aggressive friction that you are finally getting after 3 near orgasms.

One particular rough thrust hits your g spot and you moan lewdly, tongue almost hanging completely out as you feel the familiar tingles of a strong orgasm. Just as you go to lift your hips up to ram into his fingers in the exact same way, his other hand is pressing you firmly down onto the mattress, halting your attempts.

You fucking choke on a sob as tears obscure your vision and he snickers, “Aw you’re such a crybaby!”

But seeing your flushed face and rising chest as your lip quivers, does it for him. And he’s a little mad at himself because you won and don’t even know it. I mean now he just has to fuck you- you just look so pretty, begging for him after he’s been so fucking mean to you. Crying. Gosh, it makes his dick twitch as precum trickles down to his balls.

Yep, now he’s gonna fuck that needy cunny and give you all that you wanted and then some.

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                                                      ATSUMU

Much like Tsuki, he is also a mean and hard dom, but actually has the ability to turn into a soft one.  

Loves to degrade too but because he loves feeling superior. 

Will be at his meanest when he just lost a match and Def takes it out on that cunt. 

Right after like right after the game, he has you riding him in the fucking car. 

Is being so mean too, “don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut?”

“Ride my fucking dick then!”

Once you amp it up though, fuck his tune switches so fast. “God yer so fuckin’ wet, gonna breed ya just right bc ya think ya can fuck me like this and get away with it?”

Like sir you were just… anyways he will hug you into his chest and mark your flesh up. 

Fills you to the brim while praising and then makes you sit with it leaking into your underwear all the way home 

~

“Come on slut, fully sit on it. I don’t care if it hurts!” Atsumu grumbles as he smacks your ass, making your legs quiver and a few more inches to slip further into your stretching sex.

He’s so big and that asshole barely prepared you before telling you to basically spear yourself on his erect cock. He’s only this mean when he loses and as much as you wish you could say you hate it, you don’t at all.

You love proving him wrong and he always tries to be right, the only difference is he is being meaner right now. That’s why he slams you the rest of the way down on his cock and has your eyes springing open as you arch and shake with a loud cry.

You can’t even express how full you feel or how it feels like he could’ve just broken you, but your pussy can. It’s gushing around him as if you just came, making a mess at his base and his neatly trimmed pubes.

“Don’t ya fuckin’ dare cum yet, don’t tell me that’s all ya got, ya little slut!” He growls taking ahold of your neck with his large hand. You whine at this putting your two smaller hands around his forearm and shaking your head ‘no’, mind getting cloudy.

He sits up a bit, sweaty back unsticking from his leather seats as he gets inches from your face, still clenching your neck, grasping tighter even.

“Then. Ride. My. Fucking dick!” He snaps, eyes dark as he swipes his tongue over his bottom lip. You feel so aroused at this point, grinding your hips into his as your walls scream from the weak prep.

He continues to spew mean shit at you, further stimulating you as you begin to ride him faster. He is slipping soon after, groans tumbling out of his mouth as you bounce on his cock like a rabbit.

Whines sharply when you start to clap your ass down on the dick before hugging you to his sweaty chest. Your hard nipples will drag against his skin as he keeps you embraced, strong arms around your back as he sucks purple marks into your skin. Will begin to fuck up into you as he moans, “ya can’t ride me like that and not expect me t-to fill ya up, pretty!”

Doesn’t care for your response, too lost in his own delirium, as he concentrated on ramming all that fat cock into your hole in attempts to get deeper and deeper. And when he hears you finally cry out about how, “ ‘TSUMU! YOU'RE TOO DEEP!”

He is emptying his balls into you, with an iron grip on your hips to keep you firmly planted on him as he repeats, “gonna fuckin’ bread ya! Bread ya so good… look at that cunt drinking it all up ah!…such a good girl.”

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                                                     OSAMU

Is the reverse of his brother- Is primarily a soft dom, but knows when to be a hard/ mean one.

Loves caressing you and giving you touches everywhere.

But is really good at commanding, does it calmly with hot lazy eyes. 

“Go a little faster… yea there ya go. Good.” 

“Don’t do that baby, ya wouldn’t want me mad right?”

Sometimes that is what you want thoe and you’re being such a brat that he understands too. 

That’s when he goes Dom, probably having enough of your bullshit.

Like if you’re teasing and disobeying him, per example, when you’re giving him head. 

Without warning will put a firm hand on the back of your head and push you forward roughly. 

Will fuck your face so meanly, scolding you about how, “this is what ya wanted.” 

~

“Come on, go a little faster baby.” Osamu commands and his matter of fact tone, the one he uses when he wants you to do something without protest, sends tingles to your cunt as you flutter your eyes up at him.

Deciding to obey this time, even though you know you want something a little more tonight, you begin sucking on his tip a little faster. He nods his head slowly, relishing the scene before him as he tilts his head back.

He’s really getting into it, baby loves when you suck him off on your knees. It always feels so good and he finds himself in this exact position. Head thrown back, eyes shut, one hand holding your makeshift ponytail, and the other on your cheek.

You love the look in his eyes, lustful and lazily hanging open as his pupils flicked down occasionally to drink in your movements. You were growing needy though, panties getting soaked as you rub your thighs together, sucking faster. His hums of approval indicated that he enjoyed this action as he wets his lips and rakes his fingers further through your hair.

Deviously you decided to take him in further and graze your teeth along his skin, something he loved but did not take kindly. It always made him feel way too good like he would cum way sooner than he would want to, so it pissed him off every time you did it. And you knew that it had worked now too when he let out a surprised hiss as you continued to lightly graze your teeth on his member. His breath is shaky as he lets go of the ponytail that he had formed to keep your hair out of your face.

“Fuckin’ mistake” he states seriosuly as his strong hand pushes on the back of your head, lunching you forward and making his cock fully slot itself in your throat. It hurt, it burned, and you were soaking yourself because of the pain. You loved when your daddy turned into such a meanie.

“Can never use yer fuckin’ words huh? Had to be a damn brat.” He grumbles as he starts to slam into your mouth, making tears trickle down the corners of your eyes as you try to keep up with the brutal pace.

He is groaning by now, the force of his thrusts making the veins pop from his arms and legs as your thighs get wet with arousal, “ya like it that much, nasty girl, huh!” You try to tell him yes, but a quick slap to your cheek makes you moan like an absolute slut. It was not enough to hurt, just sting and utterly surprise you, but it was more than enough for you, “don’t fuckin talk when I'm blessing ya with a full mouth.”

His tone is still as calm as ever which makes your pussy throb even more as you nod rapidly, desperately, doe eyes looking up at him as he smirks slightly before continuing to stretch your throat with brutal snaps of his hips. When he begins to cum, he makes sure to thrust fully into you, on his tippy toes, as he firmly plants one hand on the back of your head while using the other to pinch your nose closed.

You cum untouched, choking on his seed and gasping for air as tears stream down your face. But all he says is “ya wanted this and ya liked it, my little masochist.” Osamu has no problem being a sadist for you.

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                                                HINATA

SERVICE DOM !!!

Such a precious baby (reminds me of Izuku) loves to eat you out, but because he really wants you to feel immense pleasure.

Is so attentive, sucks on your breasts, licks your inner thighs, places kisses on your ankles and legs before diving in.

Holds your hand while using the other to spread you apart.

“You taste so good baby.”

Is the type to shake his head from side to side while eating that pussy.

Will overstim you on accident at first, but realizes he loves how easy it is to reel orgasms out of you when you’re sensitive.

“Cum again for me please?”

Oral with him almost always leads to over stimming… both ways.

~

“Another kiss here… and here….here.” Hinata mumbles against your skin as you arch into the touch of his soft, wet lips. He started at your own lips, made his way down to sucking your neck and breasts, paying special care to your nipples. Sucks and nibbles on them for so long that you're wet and the buds are throbbing and sore.

He will then move down, dragging his tongue down your stomach, kissing your belly button, licking at your thighs before grabbing them. He spreads you open, groaning at how your cunt is seeping with arousal as he stands up, your legs on his shoulders while he admires you.

Will kiss your ankles as he rubs his underwear covered cock along your slit, collecting your slick and dampening the fabric. When he can no longer kiss your flesh or produce light touches here and there, too needy, he dives in and kisses your pussy.

“Sho!” You gasp as your hands fly to his hair, weaving into the orange tuffs as he licks a long flat tongue up your entire cunt. He’ll sigh against your puffy clit after this, amazed that he gets to taste you whenever he wants, and this starts the feast.

He starts to suck and nip at your folds, cute nose bumping against your clit which makes you squeal each time, “you taste so good baby.” He groans again as he reaches to hold your hand that abandoned his hair in favor of gripping the sheets. Your heart swells at the cute action as you grasp his warm hand back and he reallys starts to get lost in your soaking cunt.

So engrossed in tongue fuckng you while rubbing your clit with his thumb, he doesn’t register your slight warnings of, “S-sho you’re going too f-fast!” Because you weren't used to being touched and cared for so attentively, him being the first to do you like this, and your orgasm was approaching so fast it was shocking you.

Precum is rushing out of his cock when you start cumming on his tongue, but he doesn’t stop there. He starts to shake his head between your legs from side to side, further stimulating you and getting sloppier, as he gulps and slurps and continues to eat you out.

“TOO SENSITIVE!” You yell as you start squirming away, but his hold on your hand just gets tighter as he flicks his eyes up to you, “cum again for me please? I know my beautiful girl can…” He says, hot breath fanning your quivering cunt as his dark eyes look up at you. You whine at his words, but accept and he's back to over-stimulating you, using his tongue to weave through your folds and into your hole, rubbing your clit harder.

You gush so much for him by the end of the night. And he hasn’t even fucked you with that monster stamina yet.

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DROWSY.

levi ackerman x fem!reader

WARNING(S): none

word count: 3.4k

song: before i close my eyes // xxxtentacion

note(s): soft levi lives in my head rent free and that's perfectly okay he can stay for as long as he wants to

Your hand pressed against your back as you stretched, stifling a yawn that echoed through the hallway. You swore you could hear your joints wailing out in distress, every step feeling as though you were dragging a weight behind you that was five times your size. Your bed was calling out to you in more ways than you could count, the idea of snuggling under the covers absolutely heavenly.

It had been a long and tiresome day, to say the least. After waking up early and in bright spirits, you made the decision to go on a long morning jog. To ready yourself for a presumably easy day. But those words came back to bite you when Captain Levi dropped you and your comrades into an intense training segment that lasted all morning. Then proceeded a heavy clean of headquarters in the afternoon. Ordered to rid the underside of the tables of dust and to clear those sneaky corners of muck that had festered far too long. To put a long story short; you were about ready to drop dead on the floor by the time evening rolled on by.

You loved Levi with all your heart, but unfortunately, your relationship with him didn't come with any bonuses. Yes, you saw a softer side on occasion, but the man never allowed bias to take over during work hours. You were treated the same as the others; a soldier in the ranks. A member of Levi's squad. When you did right you were praised and when you did wrong you served the consequences. Levi would set you on a thirty lap run around the camp perimeter if he saw fit, and there was no getting out of it. As much as you could complain, you knew it was for the best. When it came down to it, Levi was your superior as well as his partner and there had to be some line between the two.

Plodding along the hallway, your bedroom door up ahead was your saviour. You could practically taste the sweet rest waiting for you on the other side. Though just before you could reach your salvation, a voice from the neighbouring room stopped you in your step and tore you away from it.

"Y/N,"

Levi.

It would be lying to say you didn't whimper, so close to a good night's sleep yet so far all in one go. But you weren't so selfish that you'd ignore your lover's call because you were simply exhausted. Yes, you considered it... but resisting the urge gave you credibility, right?

Regardless, you exhaled a sigh knowing it would be wrong not to respond. That man you called your partner had ears like a cat anyway. He probably heard you make your way down the hall or noticed your shadow under the door and had sensed your halt upon his call. So dragging your eyes away from the vision of your wonderfully made bed (Levi having been the one to tuck the sheets in that morning since he was the last one up. So no wonder you were fantasizing at the idea of collapsing on there) behind the door of your room, you set your gaze on the door to Levi's office instead.

You realised it was open just a tad, explaining Levi sensing your approach so easily. Pressing your hands against the wooden frame, you pushed it open and popped your head around the door, forcing your eyes open no matter how much they pleaded to close against the candlelight.

As expected, Levi was seated at the chair of his desk. Neck-deep in papers that he'd been working on most of the night. One shorter pile to the left and a taller one to the right - one pile waiting to be looked at whilst the other sat completed. You wondered which one that was... and prayed for Levi's sake it was the tallest pile to allow him a good night's sleep.

His greyed eyes didn't look up upon your entry, something you just managed to notice through the strands of wispy black locks atop Levi's head. That seemed to indicate he was focused on the task at hand, especially from the way his hand efficiently worked at the pieces of paper like it was on autopilot.

"Yes, love?" You asked, resting against the door for a brief moment as your tiredness caught up with you. If you had reacted to it a second later you believed you would have tipped over from loss of balance, and you were relieved when Levi spoke up once more - his voice jolting you upright.

"I need you to take some papers down to the Commander for me," Levi stated, a certain tone in his voice indicating his own form of tiredness. But you knew that rarely stopped him and his work, the man willing to stay up until the early hours of the morning just to get it finished.

His words made your body panic, unsure if it could muster a journey all the way to Erwin's whereabouts. You had barely walked up the stairs of headquarters well, let alone travelling back down them and then all the way back up again.

"It can't wait until tomorrow?" You tried, chewing the inside of your cheek gingerly. From the way Levi glanced over his wad of papers, grey eyes filled with doubt, you knew it was a longshot. "It's just late, that's all. You need to rest,"

"No," Levi ceased all action, slouching down in his seat briefly as his fingertips held the bridge of his nose. His version of a short break and a way to bury his annoyance down. It appeared to be one of those nights, where he was swamped with work and didn't have the opportunity to simply 'head to bed'. "I'm still nowhere near done, and I don't have the time to take the ones I've already looked at to Erwin because of that," It was there his hand propped up, elbow resting on his other which has splayed over his chest. He motioned you over, eyes skipping between you and the seat opposite him until you got the message.

You were delayed in realising, feeling guilty at your inability to proceed Levi's words. You heard them, but fatigue seemed to seize hold and throw them out the window before your brain could comprehend the meaning. You hoisted yourself off of the doorframe, letting the hinges squeak the door shut behind you as you made your way to Levi's desk. You then sat yourself down, hands pressed to the chair arms as your attention steered to your partner.

"Okay... so which pile am I taking?" Was your question, forcing a small smile to at least seem interested. The black-haired man straightened up, eyes skimming over the papers on his desk and seemingly on the floor too. That made your brow raise, head tilting to the side ever so slightly in wonder. What was behind the desk?

Levi proceeded to push his chair back with his feet, his head quickly disappearing under the table as if to grab something. You rested your cheek in your palm as you waited, a hint of a frown as you waited. Your assumptions were correct as, after a few seconds of scuffling around, Levi reappeared from under the desk - standing up to place yet another pile of paper wherever his desk had the space to hold it.

"This one," He addressed, exhaling heavily once he was comfortable in his seat again. Just when you thought that was it, Levi pushed the taller pile of papers forward as well, and it would be wrong to say you were joyful of the sight. In fact, you were very much dismayed, the sight of the multiple piles of papers meaning more than one trip.

Suddenly you wished the shorter pile was the finished one.

"And this one," Levi spoke with little character as per usual, gazing upon the piles of papers like they were nothing more than a pile of dirt. Clearly, he had experienced little joy going through them, but work never got done whilst complaining. The only words ringing in his mind to convince Levi to get his head down and focus. "You'll probably need to take two trips,"

"You don't say," You commented and sighed to yourself. For hours you had awaited your mattress and now look at you, even further away from reaching it as before. It was a big shame you woke up in such an energetic mood and was ending the day feeling like you couldn't lift a finger. "And if I cant find Commander Erwin?"

"He should be in his office," Levi returned. "But if not, place the right pile on his desk," He then gestured to the left, hand pressing on top for emphasis. "This one will need sorting, however. Just separate the tags in the stack and the drawer they belong in is on there. It shouldn't take you too long, just make sure the files are in the right place or Erwin won't be pleased. Oh, and try not to drop them, please? I'd rather not lose four hours worth of work because of your two left feet -," Levi was cut short by a sound he was not at all expecting. A snorting noise caught him off guard, but when he looked up at you in question the answers quickly came pouring in.

It appeared in Levi's ramble you had grown bored. As there you were, head lolling forwards as your arm tried to prop it up, eyes closed and snoring away to your heart's content. Levi quirked a brow at your behaviour, then scoffed lightly. The man couldn't say he was surprised, of course you would nod off to sleep exactly when he needed your help. At a time where he was swamped with things to do and an extra pair of hands wouldn't hurt.

"Y/N," He tried after a minute or so passed, Levi frowning at the lack of response. If anything, the snoring grew louder. It was there he tried again, a little more firmly and loudly but still, nothing.

Typical.

Levi sat there in silence and disbelief, watching your frame rise and fall with each intake of breath. Meanwhile, you simply slept on without a care in the world, but it's not like he could leave you there. Leaving you sleeping in such a way was bound to cause a nasty neck and backache the following morning. So with a sigh, Levi hoisted himself out of his chair and walked around his desk to your side. Then he knelt down to your level, hand landing on your shoulder to give you a gentle but firm shake.

"Y/N," Levi spoke, a little softer this time, all whilst trying to nudge you awake. It appeared you had only lightly nodded off, as, after three or four shakes, you stirred out of your little nap. Your eyes shot open to meet Levi's observing you closely, a hint of a frown to his face as he did. In your state you barely noticed though, too busy trying to shake off your drowsiness but failing miserably as your eyes merely drooped more.

"Levi?" You mumbled tiredly, lifting your gaze towards your lover, puzzled over why he was so close to you. "What is it?"

"You fell asleep," Levi said with hesitancy, glancing away from you for a second before he continued. "Is everything alright?"

"Hm? Yes... everything's fine," You reassured, sending him a reassuring smile. Levi narrowed his gaze, prompting you to keep going. "It's just been a long day, that's all,"

"I see," Levi nodded, noticing your lack of attentiveness and sleepy demeanour. All of which you tried to force back through your smile. But Levi knew you better than that. He could see straight through the façade just how you could see straight through his, acting as though you were fine when it was truly quite the opposite. That was enough for Levi to suspect something was up, and that little switch in his head that differed between his role as Captain and partner flipped in an instant.

"Sorry... y-you were saying something before I dropped off weren't you?" You asked and pointed to the papers on the table. "Something about them?"

Levi turned to look at where you gestured, seeing the papers that still needed taking to Erwin. He contemplated still asking for your help, but it was obvious from just the way you looked alone that you were long desperate for rest. So exhaling a small sigh, Levi reluctantly cast his gaze back onto you and shook his head.

"No, don't worry about it," He allowed his hand to leave your shoulder and moved it to your face. Where he tucked a few loose strands of your H/C hair behind your ear, continuing. "It can wait until tomorrow,"

"Are you sure?" You asked through a yawn, leaning into the hand that Levi proceeded to support your cheek with. The subtle graze of his thumb over your cheekbone relaxing you to the point sleep nearly stole you from him once more.

As much as he disliked tampering with his organised routine, Levi knew sending you on errands whilst so tired would do you no good the next day. Perhaps he had pushed you a little far without realising, the thought running through his mind later on in the morning. You'd been lagging behind your comrades more than usual. Much opposing to you typically being at the front of the group and urging them on over the other way around. Whilst it wasn't as obvious in the afternoon, the strain in your expression as you scrubbed the floors and countertops had peeked its way through to him. Levi knew you in and out, and the frustration displayed ran much deeper than that of germs and bacteria. That was blatant now more than ever, so the least you deserved was a good night's rest. Just because he could run on little hours of sleep didn't mean you could.

"Yeah," Levi admired you under the dim light of his office after he spoke. Your inattentive gaze somehow continued to hold such focus as you looked back at him. The way you smiled with such love and yearn. How your cheek felt warm in his palm like he was holding the entire world. Which he was really. He was holding his entire world.

"Oh... okay," You said and your eyes drooped shut, not reopening. That brought Levi to act, blinking out of his daze and pulling himself to his feet with a sharp inhale.

"Come on, let's get you to bed," He said and slipped his arms around you, lifting you into their secure hold. You didn't protest, too tired to make a sound as you adjusted to the new position. A comfier position that ensured security and safety. One hand supported your back as Levi's bicep acted as your pillow and his spare arm hooked under your legs. You could feel the ever so gentle thump of Levi's heartbeat close to your ear, much opposing to his regular temperament - curt and firm and even quite harsh at the most.

Levi carried you out of his office, using his foot to open the door as he proceeded to venture down the hall to your shared bedroom. The place you had been going to before you were called to his aid. You kept your eyes closed the entire time but didn't nod off just yet, the bobbing motion of Levi's walk both drifting and stirring you from sleep. It wasn't long before Levi was pulling back the sheets whilst he only just managed to hold you with one arm. You made it easier by wrapping your legs around his waist and your arms around his neck, giggling lightly to yourself when you almost slipped. Somewhere in Levi's silence, he found it amusing. Perhaps not verbally placed, but you sensed it nonetheless. Still, he downplayed it with concern, his hand pressing against your back to hold you closely against his frame.

He placed you down with care, hand only leaving your back once it rested on the mattress. Sliding it out, it returned to the sheets as he placed them back over you. Meanwhile, you watched through half-lidded eyes, following where Levi's gaze trailed. Mainly sticking to the sheets he tucked in for you out of the goodness of his heart, though flickered back to you on occasion. His eyes contained a warmth that opposed their normal grey colour. A warmth that he usually failed to place into the spoken word and resorted to showing it rather than saying it.

Eventually, Levi finished, his hands stopping their skilful movement and pressing into the pillow on either side of your head. He was silent for a moment, observing your tiresome state and realising just how fatigued he was too. He battled the urge to collapse on the bed beside you, pull you into his arms and fall fast asleep. To ignore his duties for just one night. Give himself a treat and spend the night snoozing away like the everyday citizen. But Levi knew that was irresponsible. He had been irresponsible enough leaving the paperwork so late. It also wasn't the life he had been fated to lead, regardless of how pleasant the idea may be in the subconscious of his mind.

"I still have a lot of work to do," He uttered no louder than a whisper, exhaling deeply in an apologetic sigh and hating the idea of traipsing back to his office to work. "I'll have to join you later but I'm guessing you'll be asleep,"

"It's okay," You hummed, head tilting to the side as an innocent smile formed on your face. "Do I get a kiss good night, at least?"

Levi couldn't fight the small chuckle that escaped him, head proceeding to hang forwards and shake too and fro at your words. He truly felt he didn't deserve you and the love you gave him. Always so understanding, never complaining about his packed work schedule. How you made him feel steady and kept him sane. Perhaps it was because you were a soldier too and knew how time-consuming the job was, but Levi was grateful for all of it. The man met your eyes, a certain radiance in them that he'd refrain from showing to anyone else other than you.

"You're twenty-nine years old and you act like a child," He remarked with no ill intent, the laugh that elicited from you music to his ears.

"Yeah, and you chose to -," You were cut off, Levi leaning forwards to press his lips to yours in a tender kiss. You hummed in approval, forgetting the words you planned to say and instead enjoyed the display of affection. Levi lingered longer than usual, an indirect apology for the fact he had to leave you with the bed half cold. You didn't question it, knowing Levi's work never truly stopped and granted him a break. The fact he'd even paused just to tuck you in comfortably was enough to satisfy your needs, whether Levi would believe that or not was up to him. But your eyes fell closed, both from bliss and sleep catching up to claim control.

Gradually your lips loosened on Levi's, indicating you had nodded off. He opened his eyes and pulled back in question, watching your head tilt faintly to the side as your pillow held its weight. Levi exhaled deeply, leaning down to plant one final kiss on your forehead. Then he hoisted himself off of the bed and walked to the door.

"Good night, Y/N," He said once there, glancing back at you one final time. From where he stood, you appeared merrily at peace. Finally grateful for the embrace of your bedsheets after a dragging day of nonstop training. Levi did feel somewhat bad for being a cause for your tiredness, knowing that he could sometimes be cruel when playing his 'Captain' role. But he couldn't favour you just because of his feelings, and the fact you rarely made that an issue provided him relief like no other. Still, Levi's guilt asserted as he closed the bedroom door quietly behind him.

Why... it wouldn't be terrible if he let you sleep in a little bit past the wake-up call, would it?

[neighborhood-houseplant]

Damian Wayne x Reader

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♡ Pairing: Damian Wayne x reader

♡ Relationship Status: Dating

♡ Type: Fluff

♡ Requested: @yourcatcoffeeaddictfan

♡ Gender: Female Reader

♡ Prompt: "It's time to get up."

♡ Au: Normal Au

♡ Warnings: There's nothing sexual going on, but both Damian and the Reader are 18.

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The morning rays cracked through the gap in the curtains, shining on the two people lying in bed. Birds chirped, and flew around, beginning their days. Damian and (Y/n) lay in their bed, still fast asleep in a tangled mess of limbs. Subconsciously pulling (Y/n) closer to his shirtless frame, Damian lowly groaned as a buzzing noise filled the bedroom. Sighing in annoyance, the male attempted to turn off the noise.

Gently removing his arms from her waist, Damian rolled over and reached for his phone, charging on the bedside table, hastily turning off the alarm. Sighing, he ran his hands through his messy locks, attempting to somewhat fix his bedhead. His eyes trailed over towards (Y/n) who was still fast asleep, burrowing herself deeper into the blankets. 

Moving closer to her, Damian lightly shook her shoulder, a fond smile on his face. "Beloved, It's time to get up," he spoke, his voice a little raspy, having just woken up. However, only receiving a groan in response from the girl. Continuing to shake her shoulder, the girl finally turned towards him. Rubbing her eyes in an attempt to wake herself up a bit more. 

Lightly groaning, she looked at him with a quizzical expression. Smirking at her lightly, he spoke. "It's time to get out of bed." Letting out a playful and dramatic groan, she flopped herself back onto the mattress. Damian rolled his eyes, getting out of bed, lightly hissing when his feet hit the cold floors. Opening the bathroom door, he glanced back to (Y/n). 

Seeing her begin to go back underneath the covers, he spoke up. "Beloved, I'd better not find you in bed." Smiling in satisfaction as he watched her get out of bed, a very annoyed look on her. Entering the bathroom, she washed her face with cold water, hoping to wake herself up a bit more. "We're going over to Grayson's later." The male glanced at her, waiting for an answer. "Yeah, I know."

Walking back into the bedroom, (Y/n) opened the closet, pulling out one of Damian's turtle necks, some jeans, as well as her socks and undergarments. Quickly changing into the clothes, she rolled her shoulders to wake them up. "At least we get to skip training today," she mumbled, hoping Damian hadn't heard her. Arms wrapped around her waist as Damian rested his head on top of hers. 

"Unlikely." He spoke, having obviously heard her. His eyes trailed to the top she was wearing. "Beloved, why are you so insistent on taking my clothing?" Damian asked, "Do you want me to stop?" (Y/n) responded, glancing into his emerald green eyes. "No, you look ravishing in my clothing." He mumbled. Humming in response, (Y/n) finally took notice of the lack of a shirt on Damian. "You should get changed, Dami."

"I suppose." He mumbled, rummaging through the cupboard, pulling out his own clothes and shooing (Y/n) away, as she laughed, shutting the door behind her. Sliding down the railing, she hopped off, entering the kitchen to make breakfast for two of them and Titus. Washing her hands, she dried them and began to cook. First filling up Titus's food and water bowls. Deciding on just making the toast. Adding a few strawberries to both the plates, as well as some tea, since Damian wasn't the biggest fan of coffee.

Just as (Y/n) finished setting the table, and putting out Titus's food, Damian came downstairs, Titus following right behind him. Lightly kissing her temple, Damian sat down. "Thank you for making breakfast." He paused to take a sip of his tea. "It was delicious." (Y/n) grinned at him, silently thanking him for the compliment. 

After this, (Y/n) collected the plates and mugs. Damian offered to help with washing the dishes before they headed out. Scrubbing away at the dishes,  (Y/n) finally finished rinsing out the dishes, handing them to Damian who dried them off. Finally drying their hands, the two walked towards the front door, where their shoes were. 

Putting on their shoes, (Y/n) placed her hand on the doorknob, stopping as Damian piped up. "Beloved, I believe you are forgetting someone important." Turning around to look at him, with an irritated expression, she spoke. "We are not bringing Titus." Watching as Damain recoiled in horror. "And what is the reasoning for that." An equally irritated expression adorned his features. "We're only going to be gone for a few hours Damian, he'll be fine."

"And how would you possibly know that?" He glanced at her, awaiting a response. Rolling her eyes at him, (Y/n) grabbed her phone and keys and exited through the front door. Flabbergasted at the gesture action, Damian quickly petted Titus goodbye and grabbed his things before leaving and locking the door behind him.

(Y/n) was already in the car, in the passenger seat scrolling through her phone, and could do little to stop the small smirk that played its way onto her face when Damian finally got in the car. An annoyed scowl set on his face. Starting the car as the two pulled out onto the driveway, still very annoyed. "We could have taken Titus with us." He grumbled out when he realized that (Y/n) wasn't going to fall for his petty attitude. Gently placing her hand on the one he wasn't using, (Y/n) gently smiled at him. "Titus will be fine, we'll be back home soon anyway." 

Letting out a defeated sigh, Damian kept his eyes on the road, rubbing circles on (Y/n)'s palm as she was doing something uninteresting to him on her phone. She would occasionally look up from her phone when Damian pointed out something that had changed since the last time they'd come here. Soon, the neighborhood they pulled into became familiar. Making a final turn, Damian parked the car in Dick and Kori's driveway, turning off the engine but slightly frowning when he let go of (Y/n)'s hand.

Walking up to the front door, (Y/n) rung the doorbell, and not long after Kori opened the door. Pulling (Y/n) into a hug, Kori said gleefully. "(Y/n), it's been too long!" quietly laughing as she pulled back from the hug, as Kori turned to Damian. "Hello Damian." She smiled at him warmly as he waved uninterested. "So, where's Dick?" (Y/n) asked, peering over Kori's shoulder.

"I would also wish to know the whereabouts of Grayson." Damiam piped up. "I actually left him in the kitchen, he's making dinner." She spoke with a worried look on her face. A string if curses left the kitchen, which the three heard. Realization dawned on Kori's face, as she opened the door wider. "It's pretty cold outside, please come in." Thanking her, (Y/n) grabbed Damian's hand and dragged him into the house with her.

For the next few hours, Kori and (Y/n) engaged in conversations that were either beyond Damian's understanding, or his interest. For the most part, he was on his phone, reading something in Arabic but he was grateful that (Y/n) would try to involve him in their conversations, even if he was giving one word answers. Soon, Dick called them into the to eat, as the three sighed, finally happy to eat something.

Upon entering the dining room, the three glanced at the food that was spread out. Half of it looked over cooked, while the other half appeared to be undercooked. Kori and (Y/n) tried their best to be polite, thanking Dick for making the wonderful food, however this wasn't the case for Damian. "What is this rubbish?" As he glared at the food in complete disgust. "The only thing that doesn't look burnt is the salad." He crossed his arms.

Delivering a swift kick to his shin from underneath the table, (Y/n) interrupted him. "It looks lovely Dick, thank you for making the food." Glaring at Damian. From there, Kori and (Y/n) forced down the food, as to not hurt Dick's feelings. Whereas Damian completely refused to eat anything. When the food was finished, the four were ingaging in some light conversation.

"So (Y/n)," Dick began, as (Y/n) glanced at him, awaiting his question. "Can you cook?" He asked. "I guess so, not anything too complicated though." She quietly laughed when Damian rolled his eyes and spoke up. "You give yourself too little credit, Beloved. I'm sure you could cook much better than Grayson and Kori" Watching as Kori feigned mock offense, however Dick was quiet the opposite.

"Well, I bet Kori is much better than (Y/n) at a lot of things," he narrowed his eyes in Damian's direction. "Do you wish to name those things?" Damian glared back with just as much intensity. "Yes, just take how strong Kori is." Dick said gesturing to his girlfriend, as Damian scoffed at him. "My Beloved could rival Kori's strength effortlessly." "But she can't fly can she?" Dick responded, adding fuel to the fire.

Both Kori and (Y/n) both made uncomfortable eye contact, watching the two males argue back and forth. Kori gestured for them to slip away, as they both got up but Dick and Damian were too invested in their argument that the two didn't notice. Back in the living room, the two females sat there in silence for a moment before bursting out into fits of giggles and laughter. As their laughter died down, (Y/n) spoke up.

"I'm really sorry about Damian." As Kori shook her hand in dismissal. "Its alright, Dick is just as bad." As (Y/n) nodded in response. The two decided to play a game of card to pass the time. Roughly an hour in, Damian came in and looked around the room. Once he'd spotted (Y/n) he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the house. "We're leaving, I refuse to be around to Grayson's utter stupidity." Quickly waving goodbye to Kori, she let Damian drag her into the car.

"You seem mad, huh?" (Y/n) stated in a teasing tone of voice. Rolling his eyes and refusing to look at her, Damian continued to drive. Once again grabbing the hand that he wasn't using, (Y/n) began to trace small shapes on his knuckles with her fingers. It was a silent attempt to calm him down, which more often than not, worked. Letting out a sigh, Damian spoke. "Thank you." Humming in response, (Y/n) continued to play with his fingers.

At something during the car ride, (Y/n) stopped tracing shapes on Damian's hand, he turned to glance at her, smiling in content as he noticed that she'd fallen asleep. He was thankful to have her, even if he didn't often show it. That was the exact reason he'd fired up when Dick tried to compare her to Kori. It was nights like this, he was grateful he could experience.

"Good night, Beloved."

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How was that? I hope you liked it!

- Pinky

[evafrechette]

With A Little Help From My Hyung

↠ yoongi x seokjin | smut | friends to lovers, slow burn | 18+ | 2.4k

↠ Summary: Seokjin is the best roommate Yoongi could have asked for, he’s funny, respectful, a good cook and incredibly handsome. That’s a big problem though - because Yoongi has a constant boner over him.

↠ Warnings: eventual smut, drama queen yoongi, oblivious seokjin, blowjobs, standing sex, yoongi enjoys seokjin carrying him around, anal sex, yoongi is clumsy and hurts himself, which is a great excuse to have seokjin look after him, the other members make a small appearance, my fic usually has a few swear words, hyung kink???

"Hyung, stop it. Leave me alone." Yoongi's deep voice grumbled defiantly.

"Aish, quit being a baby Yoongi-yah, let me help." Seokjin held his hand out to the smaller man who sat on the cold concrete ground below him, food scattered around his aching body, tangerines rolling down the sidewalk.

Yoongi slapped away Seokjin's hand, scowling at his annoying roommate. He got onto his knees and attempted to stand, wincing in pain the moment he put pressure onto his left foot. Only moments before he and Seokjin had left the convenience store, arms full of energy drinks, jelly candy, ramen and tangerines. But Yoongi being Yoongi was busy in his own world and didn't notice the patch of ice on the footpath right in front of him, once his foot touched the slippery ice he slipped and wobbled about, struggling to balance before his legs came out from under him, falling directly onto his ass. Paper bag flying out of his grip, contents spilling onto the sidewalk.

He tried to stand again, taking his time as he clung onto Seokjin's arm, managing to get himself upright, left foot hovering above the ground, but when he placed it firmly against the sidewalk pain shot up his leg and he suddenly felt faint. "Shit, I think it's broken Hyung." He looked up into Seokjin's eyes, refusing to let the tears spill. Yoongi was in pain, a lot of fucking pain but he couldn't let his hyung see him be a cry baby.

"You hit the ground hard but it's probably just a sprain or something, I doubt it's broken. You're a real drama queen Min Yoongi. Can you stand by yourself for a bit?" Yoongi nodded in reply and let go of the elders arm, watching as he carefully rushed around picking up the spilled food and shoved it into his own bag. Seokjin walked back to Yoongi, spinning around so his back faced the man. He crouched down, holding the overfilled paper bag tight against his chest. "Jump on Yoongi-ah, and don't even try it with me. I'm your Hyung you have to listen to me."

Yoongi rolled his eyes but slowly hobbled over to his taller roommate, awkwardly jumping onto his back, arms wrapping around Seokjin's neck, and his short legs around his waist when the older man stood. "I don't have to listen to shit." He mumbled into Seokjin's messy brown hair. Seokjin let out his trademark high pitched laugh as he carried his injured roommate back towards their apartment, "You're so full of it Yoongi."

The walk would usually only take five minutes, but carrying a grown man (who enjoyed complaining every few minutes) had a part in the trip taking close to twenty. Yoongi laid his head on Seokjin's wide shoulders and enjoyed the way his oversized blue shirt smelled of a calming mix of lavender and vanilla bean, he took a mental note to check what brand of washing powder the man used when he got home.

Something about being carried on Seokjin's back made Yoongi's belly flip, he had never felt so small and vulnerable in his life. He was the strong one of their group - the pit bull, small but tough, with an acid tongue that could make a grown man cry. But being carried around by his cute, tall, goofy roommate was actually kind of comforting, it felt nice to snuggle against his broad shoulders.

Yoongi could feel his cheeks heating up, he had been crushing on his video game loving roommate for a few months now. At first the blond thought they were just compatible roommates, respecting each others boundaries and privacy, they quickly became friends bonding over their love of cooking, but along the way Yoongi developed feelings. His eyes lingering on Seokjin longer than what was socially acceptable, sneakily scooching closer to his side on the couch while he watched Seokjin get annihilated playing video games and "accidentally" falling asleep during their movie marathon nights, head resting comfortably against Seokjin's shoulder. But Yoongi knew nothing would come of his little crush so he kept his feelings locked away and instead tried to focus on their good friendship instead.

Seokjin carefully placed Yoongi on the couch, pushing a cushion under his now swollen foot. He rushed off to Yoongi's room and returned with a blanket which he draped over the smaller man. With a happy hum he walked towards the kitchen and Yoongi watched with lovesick eyes as he put away their food shopping. Everytime Seokjin reached up for the top shelf his shirt would raise a little, giving Yoongi a glimpse of the tantalising caramel skin underneath. Yoongi longed to drag his calloused fingertips along that skin, to leave small kisses down Seokjin's spine, along his lower back and down over his firm ass. He sought to taste Seokjin, to feel his cock heavy on his tongue, to feel the burn of his cock stretching him out.

"Hey Yoongi are you okay?" A cool hand placed against his forehead brought Yoongi out of his Seokjin induced daze. His roommate was looking at him with fondness and concern, "Your cheeks are really red but you're not hot or anything. I thought maybe you were coming down with a fever." Yoongi knew he was even redder now, but he allowed himself to relax against the man's hand. He sighed when Seokjin withdrew his hand and moved to sit on the bean bag on the floor. "Yeah, no I'm fine. Just a bit embarrassed about this." Yoongi waved his hand over his ankle.

"Aish, these things happen. Just have to be more careful. And Hyung is here to take care of you okay? Anything you need you let me know. Keep that boney ass of yours on the couch."

The pair spent the rest of the night watching a marathon of Law of the Jungle, empty containers of ramen and Kloud draft beer scattered across the coffee table. Yoongi as usual was unable to keep the snarky comments to himself, "Pfft look at them! Useless. I could survive on that island so much better than any of them." He quipped as a team of celebrities dived into the ocean to try to catch fish with just their hands.

"Errrr Yoongi-yah, did you forget that I had to carry your tiny ass home this evening? Your weak ankles wouldn't last a day on that show." Seokjin doubled over in laughter, clapping his hands loudly as Yoongi rolled his eyes.

"Whatever Jin-hyung," he scoffed, "Like you'd do any better."

"Pretty sure I'd do great on a show like this! You've seen me fishing Yoongi, I'm practically a professional at it now."

Yoongi groaned at this, Seokjin had dragged him out fishing more times than he could even count and he was nowhere near a professional level. The last time they went fishing together Seokjin didn't catch a single fish. He did manage to catch some seaweed and disintegrating plastic bag though.

Yoongi could feel his eyelids getting heavy, and instead of fighting the feeling allowed himself to drift off to sleep, which wasn't hard as sleep was his favourite hobby after all. Yoongi was having a beautiful dream, he was being carried in Seokjin's strong arms as the brunette carried him along the golden hues of a sandy beach, gentle waves breaking along the shore splashing against Seokjin's bare feet. He mirrored Seokjin's smile as his Hyung looked down at him, carrying him bridal style while the breeze whispered sweetly around them both.

"Aish, Yoongi you are a pain in my ass, but you're kinda cute so it's okay I guess." His gummy smile widened at the sweet but slightly insulting words. "What are you smiling about you weirdo." Seokjin let out a small laugh.

Yoongi was confused, why was dream Seokjin insulting him? It took him a few seconds to realise that he was actually awake and that he was no longer asleep on the couch, but rather in the arms of his Hyung. He squeezed his eyes shut tightly and let his body go slack against Seokjin's chest, adding a few very realistic soft snores for good measure. Yoongi felt his body fall gently against the cold mattress on his bed, shivering slightly at the loss of heat from Seokjin's warm body. A blanket was dragged up his body, before footsteps retreated out of the room and the door clicking shut quietly.

Yoongi's eyes widened once he was alone in the dark room, had he heard correct? Did Seokjin just call him cute? It took all his self control not to squeal like a teenage girl. He wiggled down the mattress, throwing the blankets over his head and snuggled into his soft pillows. That night Yoongi had the best sleep of his life, with a smile on his face and a hard cock in his pants.

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The following weekend Yoongi found himself squished between his friends Jungkook and Hoseok in the back seat of Jimin's tiny Hyundai Pony hatchback. Usher's 'U Remind Me' thumped out of the piss-poor and incredibly outdated sound system, tinny and grating on his ears. His friends, including Taehyung who was sitting in the passenger seat, were singing along at the top of their lungs, he threw his head back and groaned. Why did he get stuck with the loud idiots of their group? Yoongi peered through the windscreen, tall, shapely pine trees lined the dirt road they traveled along. Dust swirled around the car, a curtain of brown blocking the view of the car travelling behind them. The sky was dotted with grey clouds, slowly drifting across the sky hiding the sun, who was trying it's hardest to make an appearance.

The car full of friends pulled into a small gravel parking lot and climbed out of the stuffy vehicle. They watched as the trailing car pulled up beside them, excitedly chatting and joking around now that everyone had finally arrived. Today was Namjoon's choice of activity, one Yoongi was secretly dreading - Hiking. He cast a glance towards Seokjin who was dressed in a pair of black and white track suit pants, sneakers, wide brim bucket hat with drawcord and a fluffy cream jumper. He swallowed hard at the thought of wrapping his arms around Seokjin's waist and resting his head against his fleece covered chest. He looked so snuggly and warm and cute, yeah, really really cute.

Yoongi zoned out while the others planned their trek, his mind too focused on Seokjin's beautiful plush lips, enthralled by how his Hyung randomly pouted while he spoke, his plump bottom lip puffing out before returning back to normal. Yoongi found this habit of Seokjin's incredibly endearing and wondered if the man was even aware of what he was doing. Or at just how crazy it was making Yoongi feel.

"Is everyone okay with the plan?" Namjoon asked, slipping away a map into the front pocket of his jacket. The group all spoke at once, loud and chaotic as usual. "Okay well let's go!"

The group trekked for a few hours, enjoying the challenging course. Up and down steep inclines, weaving through lush forest and snaking between narrow boulders that sat unsteadily on either side of their path. They eventually came across a small stream that separated the gravel path, Yoongi looked down at his feet and whined. "Do we have to go through that? I'm wearing brand new shoes." His nose scrunched as he caught sight of the shallow murky water he knew he would have to trudge through.

"Why would you wear new shoes on a hike Yoongi?" Hoseok laughed, clapping the smaller man on the back. Yoongi glared at his friend, tempted to turn around and walk back to the car. Fuck nature.

"Don't worry about it Yoongi-yah, climb on." Seokjin smiled, bending down in front of Yoongi, memories of the previous weekend flooded Yoongi's thoughts. Without hesitation Yoongi climbed onto his back, legs wrapping around his waist tightly. He placed his chin into the crook of Seokjin's shoulder and sighed as herbal scented hair brushed across his nose.

"O-okay then, well errr let's get going then." Namjoon raised his eyebrow, the rest of the group watching quizzically as Seokjin happily carried Yoongi across the stream. They exchanged looks with each other, hushed whispers at what had just transpired, Yoongi knew the others would be talking, getting a piggy back ride was pretty out of character for him, but he was blissfully peaceful at that very moment. So fuck what anyone thought.

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Back at their apartment that night the pair settled into their usual routine of cheap ramen, beer and trashy kdramas on the television.

"Hey Hyung, thanks for picking me up today," Yoongi bit nervously into his thumbnail, a habit he struggled to free himself from, "You didn't need to . . Hobi was right though, those shoes cost $300 why did I choose to wear them today?" Yoongi knew exactly why - he was trying to look good for Seokjin. He had dashed out to a Camping and Fishing store after work to purchase an entirely new outfit for the day. He settled on a long sleeved yellow and green flannel shirt, khaki trousers and a blue and black fleece fila jacket. Plus those damn tramping boots that cost as much as his share of the rent.

Seokjin leaned in, inches away from Yoongi's face, breath catching in the back of his throat, heart hammering against his rib cage. "It was my pleasure," Seokjin grabbed Yoongi by the cheeks and pinched, jiggling the flushed skin between his thumb and index finger, "That's what a good Hyung does, helps their cry baby friends out." He laughed, letting go of Yoongi and plopping back down onto his side of the couch. Yoongi's hand shot up to his cheek, fingers brushing along his warm skin. Seokjin's touch felt amazing, electric sparks coursed through his body, Yoongi wanted those hands touching him in places that crossed the line from friends to lovers, those long fingers curling up inside of him brushing against his sweet sensitive spot, wrapped around his cock pumping him until it was too much to handle and he was screaming Seokjin's name while he spilled his release over his Hyungs hand.

Yoongi found it hard to concentrate on the television in front of him, eyes constantly drifting towards his roommate who looked amazing in a pair of grey shorts and loose white T-shirt, his feet curled up underneath him, strong thigh muscles catching Yoongi's attention. He cleared his throat and quickly averted his eyes, Yoongi wasn't sure how much more of Seokjin he could deal with. He was the perfect roommate, but his desire to be fucked by the man was becoming an every minute of the day kinda thing. Maybe Yoongi needed to hurry up and move out. He thought about Seokjin at work, while doing his laundry, on the bus to the grocery store, while putting the rubbish out, when pumping his dildo in and out of his ass, Seokjin was on his mind 24/7.

Yoongi's cock twitched as he watched the couple on television, the male lead carrying the female through a cherry blossom lined park while a terrible ballad wailed in the background. He decided that being carried was his newest kink. Or maybe Seokjin's entire existence was his fetish? He tugged on his hoop earring as his thoughts travelled to a million different scenarios in which Seokjin would need to lift and carry him around. He recalled the previous weekend, waking up while Seokjin carried him to bed, how nice it felt to be held in Seokjin's arms, to hear him call Yoongi cute. He wanted, no he needed that again.

Yoongi glanced out of the corner of his eye, the brunette’s head was down as he browsed at something on his phone, he watered his lips and decided now was the perfect time to enact his master plan. Yoongi closed his eyes and let out a loud yawn, arms stretched high above his head, "Mmmm what's the time?" He asked Seokjin drowsily. "Huh? Oh it's  9:23, are you tired already?" The brunette placed his phone on the coffee table and shifted to face Yoongi. "You're not? We walked a million miles today, of course I'm tired." For theatrics he let out another yawn. Seokjin shrugged and took a sip of his beer. "Guess I've got a better stamina than you."

Over the next half an hour Yoongi let out more fake yawns, complaining about his sore muscles and tired bones - which Seokjin informed him wasn't a real thing and that he was being a whiny old man again. His body sunk into the couch, head lolling against the arm rest as he feigned falling asleep. It would only be a matter of time before he would be whisked away in Seokjin's arms and it was making him giddy, trying his hardest not to crack a smile. Yoongi heard the room fall silent, the television now switched off. His heart was racing, this was it - the big moment - his hands were softly shaking, breath uneven and shallow.

"Hey Yoongi, wake up." A large hand shook his arm attempting to wake him from his faux slumber. His eyebrows furrowed, this wasn't how it was supposed to go. Seokjin was supposed to pick him up and carry him to the bedroom, whisper a few sweet words in his ear and maybe jerk him off a bit. He opened his eyes and glared at the handsome man standing over him, his plans were ruined and he and his neglected cock were pretty pissed off.

"Why didn't you just carry me Hyung?" Yoongi sulked, crossing his arms against his chest like a defiant toddler.

"W-why would I? You can walk your legs aren't broken."

"Well you've been carrying me around a lot recently so I just thought you'd do it again tonight. Ahhh fuck it whatever." He mumbled, avoiding eye contact with the brunette who was trying his hardest not to laugh.

"Aish, Yoongi-yah do you enjoy Seokjinnie lifting you up and carrying you around?" He could no longer hold it in, erupting into a fit of laughter.

Yoongi's cheeks burnt bright red, he was already a small man but he had never felt as small as he did right at this moment. Tears threatened to spill over his long lashes, he knew he was being a little dramatic but his heart was practically ripped out of his chest by his crush. Yoongi bowed his head refusing to look anywhere other than at his hands which were clasped together tightly.

"Wait, shit Yoongi I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry," Seokjin dropped down onto his knees and engulfed Yoongi's hands with his own. "So you do enjoy being carried by me?"

Yoongi sniffed, "Yeah. I like a lot about you Hyung, the carrying thing is one of my favourites though."

An awkward silence filled the room, Yoongi's sniffles the only sound to break the dead air. "Well uh, there is a lot I like about you too," he stroked his thumb against the back of Yoongi's hand softly and slowly. "I like your dry sense of humor, the way you screech when you're excited - that is so adorable. I like how passionate you are about music and I really like how your cheeks turn red whenever we touch each other by accident. I sorta brush up against you on purpose just to see it."

A gasp escaped Yoongi's lips, head snapping up to look into the dark chocolate eyes of his roommate. Seokjin's cheeks puffed wide as he gave Yoongi a sweet smile, his thumb continuing to draw circles over Yoongi's hands which were resting in his lap. "I think you're cute Yoongi-yah, and I'd love to kiss you. If you'd allow me to of course."

Yoongi's eyes darted to Seokjin's plump lips, inviting and glistening. He couldn't hold back any longer, throwing himself forward as he smashed their lips together, hungry and desperate. In the wild rush of lips and tongues exploring new territory their noses bumped together, deep chuckles slipping out between kisses. Yoongi's hands frantically grasped onto Seokjin's hair, pulling him down so their body's were close but it still wasn't enough, he needed to feel naked flesh against his own. Yoongi's long fingers travelled underneath Seokjin's thin cotton T-shirt and brushed against his soft stomach, over his nipples rubbing the hard nubs between his fingers and then back down his chest. He played with the elastic waist of Seokjin's shorts, dipping his hand inside, fingers grazing the wiry mound of pubic hair just above where his hands really wanted to touch, "I-is this okay Hyungie?" Yoongi whimpered, Seokjin's tongue running along the exposed skin of his neck, teeth nipping the soft skin.

"Mmmm yeah, touch Hyung Yoongi." Seokjin bit down gently his teeth scraping the skin. He attached his lips against the smaller man's neck, alternating between sucking on the warm flesh and sly little nibbles, creating deep purple bruises that contrasted beautifully against Yoongi's pale skin. While Seokjin was busy marking his neck, Yoongi pulled his cock out of the shorts and stroked sensually up and down his length, which was growing harder and stiffer in his hand. His hand glided over Seokjin's length at a quickening pace, flicking his wrists and gripping tight around the head before pulling off and pumping again. Yoongi added another hand on Seokjin's shaft and slowly twisted in opposite directions, up then down, left then right.  His fingers played with the tip of his cock, pressing his thumb into the slit, stroking playfully over the head.

"Fuck your cock feels amazing Hyung," Yoongi sighed, Seokjin's cock pulsing in his grip, "C-can we fuck?"

Seokjin removed his swollen lips from Yoongi's neck with a 'pop' and took his time licking along the already fucked out man's lips, pressing their soft flesh against each other, gentle kisses that were in in opposition of the acceleration of Yoongi's heart beat. Seokjin sat between Yoongi's legs on the floor, hands roaming over the blonds thighs. When he reached Yoongi's crotch his fingers ghosted over Yoongi's hard cock visible through his sweats, he bucked his hips desperate for Seokjin's touch.

"Hyung's got you Yoongi, just sit back and relax hmmm?" He placed a sloppy wet kiss against the fleece material and helped pull them down to Yoongi's ankles. "Such a pretty cock Yoongi-yah." Seokjin's voice was smooth and sweet. His fingers grazed against Yoongi's balls, eyes flicking back up to watch Yoongi's reaction. He continued to massage his sack, pulling lightly and wiggling the weight in his hand. He rubbed his cheek along the soft skin of Yoongi's balls and then up and down his incredibly hard shaft. Tongue flicking out to leave small licks along the side, down to his balls and then further below to the sweet spot between Yoongi's balls and warm inviting hole.

Yoongi's slit was leaking precum so Seokjin lapped it up, moaning sinfully. A groaned escaped the back of Yoongi's throat when Seokjin took his balls into his mouth, sucking and kissing all over. He took his time enjoying their heat in his mouth. He stroked the blonds length while sucking the pale skin of Yoongi's inner thighs. Seokjin sat back and removed he and Yoongi's bottoms completely, throwing the pants into a small pile in the corner of the room. He stood and motioned for Yoongi to stand with him. Their lips crashed against another's once more, Yoongi standing on his tippy toes to match his Hyungs height. A knee slipped between Yoongi's thighs as the two men continued to taste and explore each others mouths.

"Shit, we need lube, uhhh, don't move Yoongi-yah! I'll be back quickly." Seokjin ran towards his bedroom leaving Yoongi standing naked from the waist down in their living room, cock red and hot. He gripped onto the base and squeezed tight, moaning at his own touch. Seokjin returned cock glistening from the lube, bouncing with every step. Yoongi gulped, Seokjin was longer than any cock his ass had taken before but god was he eager to have it inside him.

They kissed passionately while Seokjin fingered Yoongi's hole, stretching him open enough for his cock. Yoongi's mind had turned to mush, absolutely lost in the moment. It was as though Seokjin had flicked a switch in his ass to become a whimpering, whining mess. Seokjin bent his knees and using his right hand guided his cock into Yoongi's tight hole. Once inside he allowed Yoongi to get used to his size while his hands reached out to wrap around Yoongi's small waist. Without warning he lifted Yoongi, a squeak echoing in the silent room. "You are adorable Yoongi-yah, can't wait to hear more noises come from those pretty lips." Yoongi's legs wrapped around Seokjin's waist which readjusted their position, cock now deeper than before, big hands reached down to Yoongi's ass holding him in place as they walked out of the living room and into the hallway.

Yoongi held on tight, gripping onto strong shoulders as he was pushed against the wall with a thud. Seokjin's arms trembled from Yoongi’s weight so he started to pound into his ass before it was too much and he would have to let him go. Yoongi let out tiny pants and whimpers, eyelids half closed, mouth so slack drool was starting to drip from the corners. Seokjin's cock grazed over his prostate, hitting deep and hard with every thrust. "Hyung, hy-hyung ahh ah so good." His hands roamed over Seokjin's back leaving red and pink marks underneath the thin material of his shirt. His cock was trapped between their bodies, friction from their movements driving him insane.

Sweat dripped down Seokjin's face, his arms close to giving out. This was more intense than any workout his personal trainer at the gym had given him. He slammed his cock into Yoongi repeatedly eager to cum inside his ass. Yoongi's whimpers in his ear pushed Seokjin to his peak and exploded his white hot cum into Yoongi's warm hole.

They stood still while Seokjin caught his breath, Yoongi hanging onto his neck for dear life, almost as though the floor was lava. "Hyungie make me come, pleaseeeee I'm so close." Yoongi whined, nipping at Seokjin's lips then pouting against the plush flesh. He would rather be dead than admit it, but Seokjin was right - he was a bit of a drama queen. "I'll have to put you down though, I think my arms are about to fall off." Seokjin chuckled as Yoongi detached his legs from around the brunette's waist and placed them on the floor.

Seokjin reached down and gripped tight onto Yoongi's aching cock, moving his hand in a steady rhythm. Their foreheads touched, breathing in each others air, hushed pants and whimpers shared between the pair as they kiss messily, lips grazing chins and teeth clinking. Yoongi bucked into Seokjin's grip, incredibly close to his high. Seokjin's cum escaping slowly out of his hole and running down his creamy white thighs and the hand around his cock pushed Yoongi to his release, "Ah-ah Hyung don't stop, ahh I'm going to come, shit ahh." His body tensed as he came harder than ever before, Seokjin barely moving his hand as his cock throbbed and pulsated.

"Hyung, you have no idea how long I've wanted this to happen." Yoongi sighed, wrapping his hands around Seokjin's neck, fingers crawling their way up to thread through short dark hair. "I've wanted to do that since the day I moved in," Seokjin whispered in reply, ears turning crimson, "Come on let's get cleaned up and then cuddle."

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The pair made their way into Seokjin's bed, snuggled between a mess of cushions and soft toys, their limbs a tangled mess as impatient hands explored naked skin. They laughed as revelations of their feelings for each other were finally said out loud, cheeks tight and sore from smiling so hard. "Seokjin-hyung can we do this more often?" Yoongi's eyes avoided the naked man beside him focusing on the window pane instead. "Well I would hope so since I want to make your my boyfriend Yoongi-yah." Fingers caught hold of Yoongi's chin as his face was guided towards Seokjin's, a shy kiss planted on his lips. "Yes Hyung, fuck yes I'll be your boyfriend."

The roommates turned lovers drifted off to sleep that night with satisfied smiles on their faces, excited for what the future would hold for them both.

[sunpopp]

Warm to The Touch | {CCH}

→ Summary; it's not often that Chanhee gets sick, but when he does, he's a very big crybaby about it. That, or he really is in as much pain as he says he is—regardless that leaves you to take care of him, and funnily enough, it has its perks.

• WC/genre: 2K of smut + fluff

• Includes/cw: Chanhee being sick and reader taking care of him, no kissies on lips 😔, sub!Chanhee, gn!reader, fingering (m receiving), dick neglection (?), handjobs, brief praise, aftercare

Riding the bus wasn't your favorite thing to do, but it was soothing if you were in the right mood.

Sadly, you weren't. Mostly due to the fact that Chanhee was quite literally blowing up your phone with texts asking how much longer it'd take you to be off the train and on your way with his precious medicine, making you sigh and roll your eyes before shooting him a reply that you'd be there soon, but knowing nothing would calm him down until you were in front of him to prove it.

You can't help but smile.

Chanhee didn't complain much about anything, besides maybe you not helping him with washing the dishes or set the table while he made dinner, but everything else was, at most, a dirty look that softened relatively quickly. Sickness, though, was a whole other ballgame.

He would rant and rave about the tiniest of phantom pains, practically on the male equivalent of his period with the way his mood would get snappy and sour at the slightest inconveniences.

But maybe he really did just have a shit pain tolerance like he'd often hint at. Though it didn't stop you from still being baffled when he'd get a bad cramp in the middle of the night and whine about it until he'd fall asleep again.

Coming back to reality as you glance up to the bus's nearing destination, you stretch lazily and begin to stand, muscles aching from walking all day and back cracking loud enough for you to wonder if other people heard it. The bus slows to a stop before finally lurching against the sidewalk, and you take your leave through the opening doors with an appreciative thanks to the driver.

Almost immediately after you hop down from the steps, a layering of chilly wind washes harshly against your front and the familiar smell of petrichor into your nose, relentless rain droplets against your coat as you begin in a jog in the direction of your apartment. Chanhee must be freezing right now, you think, concern growing even heavier at the visible breaths of air you let out. If he's already got the sniffles, a sore throat, and headaches, he's probably getting worse considering you'd forgotten to turn the heater on before you left.

Stupid mistake.

It takes maybe a couple more minutes, less than it'd take if you were walking like normal, before you're finally at your door, punching in the code for the lock before shouldering it open and kicking off your shoes on the shoe rack. It's cold inside, you can tell by the way your cheeks still feel numb.

"Chanhee! I got your medicine!" Your words echo throughout the hall, spreading out when you keep calling his name as you move farther in; past the open kitchen and to the bedroom door opposite the bathroom.

When you come into the room, Chanhee is still in the bed where he was when you left, but this time, he's sat up, looking at you with hooded eyes and a thin sheen of sweat covering his face. He frowns, "It's about time. While I was here suffering, you were out with your friends. Unbelievable..," he pouts and shakes his head.

With a chuckle and now eased posture, you sit in front of him and set the bag of medicine beside you to check his temperature. He's extremely hot.

"Yeah, well, staying around you while you're sick is enough to drive me crazy so you can't really pin the blame on me for needing to leave. Plus, it's not like you tried to stop me, did you?" You smile at him, standing back up to go run him a lukewarm bath.

"I was asleep!"

"Your problem, not mine!"

___

"Alright, up you go."

"Ah, but my whole body hurts..."

"Too bad, you're sweating a bunch and you haven't done anything to clean yourself yet."

Another tug of Chanhee's hands, and he's stumbling into your arms with a raspy groan at the jerky movement. You pat his back, pecking his damp forehead, then drag him to the bathroom.

"Can you undress yourself or do you need my help with everything?" You half-joke.

"Don't be rude, it's actually hard for me to do a lot of things," Chanhee utters bitterly, but he does manage to pull his shirt over his head, albeit with your help, as well as his pants and boxers before stepping into the water.

"Or maybe you're just fragile as hell and the smallest things have you bedridden for a week."

"Oh my god I'm gonna-"

"Hush, princess, you won't do anything," you find yourself laughing as you lower yourself to your knees beside the tub, folding your arms on the side before resting your cheek atop them, "Just relax, okay? I know you're too tired to argue right now, so let yourself calm down for a couple."

He thankfully doesn't protest, and takes your advice for once; letting himself fall against the back of the bathtub and close his eyes, the sigh through his nose an indication that he's allowing himself to enjoy the water. He looks so peaceful like this. Doll-like eyelashes fluttering against smooth, heated cheeks, and head slowly lolling to face you.

You feel yourself reach out. You know it's happening, but you don't stop it when you run a hand through Chanhee's bangs, then swipe a thumb past his eyelid to trail to his nose, then lips.

He opens his eyes, but doesn't say anything, even if he probably finds it strange. He lets you touch him.

"You're very pretty," you mumble whilst pouring water onto his head using the wash bucket on the back surface of the bathtub. Drops trickle down into mini patterns on his face, and he drags a hand over it to clear them away.

"Even while sick?" He raises his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised at your answer.

You comb the water into his hair to wet it as you nod, "Even while sick."

Chanhee smiles, "So, how was your day out?"

"It was nice. Found a perfect place where I'd love to take you, actually."

"Oh? Where?"

"The bone zone-"

"Oh my god, you're so annoying!"

You erupt into a fit of laughter as Chanhee swats a hand at you, getting some of your shirt and arm wet where you shield yourself from his little attack. You pinch his cheek, flashing a toothy grin, "Oh, come on! That was a good one and you know it. Smooth as ever if I do say so myself."

"Yeah, and you're the only one saying so," He pouts, pulling away from your pinchy fingers and trying his best to hide the steadily growing smirk that threatens to break his face into a smile. Stubborn as always, you see.

"You can leave now," Chanhee gives you a pointed look.

"Alright, alright. I'll be in the bedroom awaiting any further commands, your highness," You shake your head, and make a grand display of leaving the room and him to his own privacy.

Chanhee doesn't take long in the bath anyway, so you knew you wouldn't have to wait long as you fall back against the bed, shifting around until you've made yourself comfortable against the strewn navy covers. You spare a glance out the window pressed against your side; still raining, and still bathed in a silver glow from the blanketing clouds. It'd make you kind of sad, if not melancholic, but you were in a good mood from coming home, so at the most, you were calm.

Calm, even when Chanhee emerged from the bathroom in a cloud of steam a half hour later, only wearing a pink striped button up pajama shirt and matching bottoms, hands raised above his head whilst he dries his hair with a small towel. He comes to a stop in front of you.

"There he is," you exclaim, looking up from your phone and patting the spot next to you with a mischievous glint in your eye, "C'mere."

"I wonder why I'm hesitating," he says, and you can practically feel the the sarcasm in his words.

"Because hot people make you nervous? Duh."

"Are you insinuating that you're hot?"

That's your queue.

Leaning forward, you grab Chanhee's wrist and tug him into your chest, causing him to stumble slightly, but you catch him and pull him flush against you. A flurry of kisses to his face, excluding his lips, ensue.

Chanhee squirms around in your arms and acts like he doesn't like the affection at first, but a few more seconds of the same treatment prove true to his soft side when he goes limp and begins to giggle at the ticklish feel of your butterfly pecks.

Oh, that giggle. How you loved to hear it; sweet and beautiful like the chime of the prettiest bell in your ears.

You pull him on top of you as you relax against the crevice where the mattress meets the wall, and rest your cheek on the top of his head, humming, "You saying that I'm not hot?"

"Yes."

"Damn."

"Kidding."

"No you weren't."

"Yes I was."

"No."

"Yes."

"No."

"You- Hush!" Chanhee covers your mouth finally and you chuckle against his palm at his feeble attempt to silence you.

You press a kiss to it instead of bickering further, causing him to soften. Just then, you realize something as you touch down his wrist.

"Woah, has your fever not died down at all? You're even starting to sweat a little bit again, too..."

Your suspicions prove true when a closer inspection at the ruddy skin flushed from his cheeks down to his chest and heavier-than-normal breathing indicates that he's still hot, or at least overheated.

"Here," you murmur, already shifting him on his back so you can easily unclasp the buttons of his shirt, "Are you in any pain or is it still just the sore throat?"

"The headache I had earlier is starting to come back. It's getting worse, but that's about it so don't worry, I'll be fine," Chanhee tries his hand at reassurance, you can tell, but it doesn't do anything to stop you from crawling over him to scurry into the kitchen.

"I'm getting you some water, hang on!" You call out from down the hall, making quick work of filling up a decently sized glass before you return to him with some painkillers as well. He barely manages to sit up when you reach him; his face scrunching at the obvious pain that's beginning to hit him tenfold as he gratefully takes the pills and throws his head back when he tosses them in his mouth, chasing them with the cold glass of water you provided.

"Ah, it's actually really starting to hurt...," Chanhee whimpers and at the sound, you slide back into the bed to pepper his face with pecks once again. He's grateful for the comfort, if the way he gently drapes his arm over your shoulder says anything.

"Oh, my poor baby," you coo lowly, feeling the goosebumps on his back that prickle at your tone, "Is there anything I can do to make it better? Did you already take your medicine?"

"Yeah.. still hurts.."

"I can tell," you snort and trail a finger down Chanhee's sternum, looping it back up to flick at one of his nipples. He jolts, and you can't help but give a cheeky smirk, "Even your nipples have taken on somewhat of a hue. I wonder what other places are doing the same thing...," your words would hold suggestion to even the most clueless of people, spoken through lips now slicked with saliva as you roll your tongue across the tinted flesh and lower your head for a taste of his exposed breast.

"Ah!" Chanhee gasps loudly and his fingers find purchase on the back of your head, his body trembling when he arches his chest up into your face, searching for more when his mouth fails to ask you such a favor.

Teasing his nipple with a gentle nip before pulling away to kiss it instead, you caress his narrow waist, "You said it hurts, no?"

"It does...," Chanhee pants and nods as fast as his throbbing head will allow him.

"Where does it hurt most, baby? Tell me," You wet your fingers with a quick swipe of your tongue then reach under his lower half to slide your hand into his shorts, Chanhee helping you by taking one leg out, and glide down the seam of his ass to tease his rim, "Here?"

"Y-yes..!" you chuckle when he huffs and flings both arms around your head, pulling you close into him and meeting your forehead as he grinds down against your digits.

"Awe, look at you..."

And look at him indeed; Chanhee is already a mess before you. Staring at you with those big watery doe eyes of his, and silently pleading for you to continue doing things to his body that has him feeling like bursting.

You give him exactly what he wants.

Pushing your finger into him, slowly due to how tight the fit is, you press sloppy kisses to the underside of his jaw. The reaction Chanhee gives is a familiar one, with sensual lips dropped open to let out a high-pitched moan and legs trembling as he holds them open for you, fighting to not shut his eyes upon feeling you enter him.

"Good," you drawl, tilting your wrist at an angle once your index and pinkie meet the backs of Chanhee's thighs and gently curling your fingers upwards, "Just like that, baby. Is this okay? Are you okay?" Your eyes search his face for discomfort, and though you don't find any, you still your movements.

He nods and nuzzles against the top of your head with his cheek, "Mm-hm. Keep going, please."

You start back up at his polite request, as much as you love hearing him ask for more of something, and begin to drag the pads of your fingers back and fourth alongside his walls until you feel the telltale firmness of his prostate, then start on massaging it.

"Ah!" He emits a short, melodical whine at the burst of sensation now seething within him. It drives him one step from crazy as he scrunches his face and unconsciously slaps at your shoulder in a sort of mid-euphoria result.

You huff out a half-laugh, sitting back on your knees so you can get a better view of what you're doing, "Good?"

Chanhee tries to use his words, but by the way you pin him down to the bed with a palm flat against his collarbone before speeding up your hand, he can only manage a broken sob. It's followed by another of the same needy type, but this time, it's louder and causes your stomach to all but flip at the sound. Chanhee throws his head back, thrashing this way and that to somewhat get away from the overwhelming feeling, but also pushing down against it at the same time; all the while your hand keeps him in place.

"I'll take that as a yes," you jest, mostly to yourself because Chanhee sure isn't listening, then bend down slightly to finally turn your focus to his weeping cock. It's full-blooded from being hard for so long, angry red at the tip and jumping every once in a while, especially when you open your mouth to lick a strip from the base to the head.

"P-please I can't! You're gonna make me cum!" Chanhee rushes to sit up, but you push him back down as soon as he tries. He looks absolutely horrified at being so close already.

"And what's the problem with that?"

"I-I just- I don't want to disappoint you."

"Oh, baby," You take your hand from his chest in favor of jerking him off, which he all but chokes at, "It doesn't disappoint me at all. I find it very hot, actually."

"Plea-ease..! Oh!" Chanhee wails one final time before he lets go all over your hand.

It covers your knuckles, dripping white down the side of your thumb as you keep stroking him to help him ride it out. The orgasm must've hit him hard, you think when you look up to see Chanhee shuddering in time with the aftershocks that zap his body every few seconds, eyes closed and skin dewy with a sheen of perspiration.

"Hey, come back to me. You alright? Does your head still hurt?"

He takes a moment to open his eyes, but when they roll open and find your face, he does something that catches you off-guard. He latches himself onto your front, straddling your lap, and rests his head over your shoulder with a sigh.

"Chanhee, hang on a bit, my hand's still dirty and I need to clean you up-"

"In a second. I'm tired."

"You still haven't answered my question."

"Mm, I don't feel like talking right now."

"... You are such a handful."

@vanillaknj @stealerhwa1

[enjeolmii]

10 questions - p.sh

synopsis: to ask questions isn't too bad. but to end up doing something you never expected from the intention behind every question? way better!

genre: fluff, slightly suggestive

word count: 2.4k

warnings: make out sesh (not written in depth), lots of teasing but it’s all playful you nasty

"Next question! Did you like anyon-"

"Hey, hey, hey! What are you doing? I'm supposed to go next." Sunghoon blocks you with an audible tap on the soft mattress, tsk-ing at your smooth but not slick enough scheme to get more answers from him.

It's a Saturday - the day of the week when assignments, works, chores, and duties are temporarily thrown down the window. On these days, you and Sunghoon go on a carefree date. It's a routine you made once a week to maintain your relationship amidst the setback caused by lockdown, and it was going great.

At a time when real interactions between people became an inappropriate thing to do, and everyone turned to technology as a resolution, you made sure that everything is done by Friday, despite it being so dreading, just so that procrastinating wouldn't be a problem dragged over the next day. And when those pressuring times occur to you, you would send each other texts, exhorting to go easy on yourselves. That's why Saturdays are the only thing you wait for every week. You weigh it up as a chance to see the only light that keeps you going, the one that helps you see clearly the path you are taking in this obscure world.

So here you are with Sunghoon in your bedroom, sitting on the bed and leaning on the wall beside it, covered in your blanket as you cuddle under the warm, comfy covers. The day has been an uneventful one. If not for him reminding you of the conversation you had prior in the week, where you asked him to gather questions he had for you, you would have slept the whole day over without accomplishing anything.

"Fine, what's your eighth question?" You admit, frowning at his attentive remark, and he snickers.

He lifts his phone and scrolls through the questions he has saved in his notes. "Have you ever had a dream about me?"

Your eyes roll around with a finger on your chin, recalling the scenarios you had of him. There were many, some surrounding the time when he decided to confess to you, and most of them came from the fantasies you had of him. Those dreams scare you more than the stare of a fiery lion. It almost even feels illegal to think about it because you aren't well over twenty. Though they were just outlines of you and him kissing innocently, you always end up making out at the end of the story.

You weren't one of those twelve-year-olds who've had their first kisses already. Your mother kept a close eye on you in situations like this, so you would rather make out with your pillow than hear her nagging your ears off. Because of that, you grew up as a child unbothered by her love life, and the mere thought of kissing someone in real life makes your hair stand up. That's when you knew he brought out a lot of changes in you.

You swallow the lump of saliva in your throat. "Yeah, I have." You answer truthfully but still cautious of the words you put out.

"Really?" His head perks in your direction. "What did I do?"

You got a little nervous knowing he would undoubtedly interrogate you on this. But thankfully, you were prepared with a streamlined answer. "That's three questions, genius," You say, reaching for his head to give it a light smack, from which earns you a groan. "Save your chances for better questions."

"What do you mean? It's a good one. What did you dream about? I want to know."

"Okayy~ Next question. Where is that..." You switch the topic hastily, hands occupied with finding the question you were waiting to ask him through your notes. "Found it. Did you like anyone before me? If so, who are they?"

"That's two questions, though?"

"Nope. Not if you put them together." You smile at him cheekily, and he throws his head back in astonishment, mouth wide open, spewing out breathy wow's.

"You're playing it dirty, I see. Well, I had two other girlfriends before you." He brings his pinky finger out. "One was my sixth-grade classmate, and the other one was my best friend from the rink." He shoots his mouth off to chaff at you yet again.

A stiff frown crawls on your face as you nod at him sarcastically. "Oh, wow. Impressive." You hum in wonderment, silence unfurling in the suddenly insipid room.

Sunghoon knew you weren't easily irritated by these circumstances. If he were talking to a random girl on the street, more often than not, you would only think of them as one of his fans from the arena, nothing more. Even if he had to accomplish things with a girl in his class, you trusted him very much with your relationship to doubt him in his actions. And so, seeing you hush after a talk like this...

Of course, he would take it as a chance to play with you.

"Aww, is my precious little y/n jealous?" His voice sharpened one octave higher as he pats your head with a pout and mock sadness in his eyes. "What do I do? I kissed them, too."

You were okay with him having two other ones before you, but at the mention of a kiss, your figure skews his way. You weren't sure if he was hoaxing you or not, but to say so honestly, it troubled you. This wasn't the intention you had with your question. All you wanted to get out of it was something to tease him about when he says he has none, yet it was still you who got ragged of your own query.

However, that's beside the point. Was it necessary to point out those last words? It wasn't you to be agitated over something as dispensable as this, but of all things, why did he have to attack your weakness?

Sunghoon's sounds of laughter tear you away from your thoughts. "Got 'em~" He pulls a finger at you in another fit of laughter, seeing you in a state of total shock.

"What the heck? It was a lie?" You pull away firmly from his body, hitting him on the shoulder with force enough to make him wobble on the bed.

"You fell for it." He provokes you, head bouncing up and down in silent titters, and you smack his hand away, leaning back down on his shoulder.

"No, I didn't," You feel him nod abut your head, seeing mentally what teasing expression he has plastered on his face this time, but you only shrug it off. "Which part was the lie, though? You kissing them or being with them?"

"Can't answer that. Save your chances for better questions, cutie."

"Touché," You scoff. "What's the next question?"

"Well, since we came to the topic of kissing... When was your first kiss?" He converts his stare to a peer of glistening fervour. Though not as subtle as he would have probably wished it to be, you could sense the perceptive intent he was hiding behind his tone.

You render motionless. Never did you tell him anything about your dreams, nor would you ever have plans to tell him. It's a product of your wildest imaginations to feed your untold desires. It's what helps restrain the ungodly in you, but it also fuels you with the need to see what it actually is like. It's a continuous internal war going on in you, its purpose being to stop you from creating trouble for yourself. And now that you finally have him here, not going to lie, it's kind of embarrassing to acknowledge the profuse amount of dreams you had of him, moreover that he stole your first kiss... Except it was in your dreams, literally.

"I never had any," You answer, trying to stay as cool as possible. "I'm a good child who listens well to her mother, so don't think no one tried to hit on me once. I turned a lot of them down." A small smile trudges its way onto his face, but the way his eyes were fixated on you remained untypically the same.

"I don't know if I should be happy that you picked me out of all of them or be sad for those 'poor hearts' you broke." He draws an air quote along with his words, and you shake your head at him. "Don't worry. I won't tease you on this one. I just wanted to know." He mumbles quietly through a simper, moving to rest his head on yours.

Hearing that he'll cut you some slack relieved you, but one thing about his utterance caught you off guard. "Why do you want to know that?"

"That's the only way I'll get to know you deeper, Einstein," He retracts his head and nudges you on his shoulder, causing you to bump your head against its edge, a grunt following you. However, while you were still in the midst of justifying the whack he did on your head, he spins his vision to you in an adventitious celebration. "Oh- that's your tenth question, then!"

"Wait, hold on!" You haul over to straighten your posture, the creaking of the bed barely audible from the loudness of your opposition.

"It's my turn again." His eyes grow invisible from his cheeks, pushing it up into a smile. He just never gets tired of making fun of you. How you wish you could do the same to him. If only punching someone straight in the face denotes no wrongdoing, you would have done that ages ago.

"Bitch, why did you answer that?" You call him, blaming him with the irritation that you weren't able to control yourself.

"You ask, I answer. Isn't that how it goes?" He grins at you matter-of-factly, and you tousle your hair around in frustration.

"Ugh, you're crazy," You send glares up his way. "Whatever. Your last question, throw."

As if that was a signal he has been waiting for, Sunghoon shuts his phone and tucks it in his pocket. "How does it feel to kiss someone?"

You were confused. You just said you've never kissed anyone before.

A dry giggle leaves your mouth after much processing. You knew you shouldn't have trusted his words. No matter what you do, he'll find the cracks and holes to slip in his every jest. "I think you got the wrong person, kid. How do you think I'd know?"

"Hmm..." He drones, the ticking sound of the clock suddenly increasing in volume with every minute passing by. "Should we try it, then?" He suggests.

"What?" You were taken aback, a sudden chill sweeping through your body like a surge of cool air gashing through the enclosed room. What is he going on about?

Inch by inch, you feel him gravitate towards you, your torso backing up from his inclining frame until the warmth you caused on the cold wall completely presses against your back. Like the fire of a gun's bullet on a steady path, your heartbeat raced in a trice. His eyes stared at yours, tracing down to your parted lips as he led his other hand across your body, trailing up your arms to your shoulders, just until it reaches your jaw. Your breath hitched, lips shutting tightly as you gulp down at the presence of his queer boldness.

It's like the scenarios you formed in your head where he pins you against the wall, lips hovering yours with soft breaths that tickle your skin. Him studying your face with obstinacy to make you his, doing whatever it is that would make you happy. Nevertheless, he made sure to be cautious of things you wouldn't want him to do. He still respected you.

He's doing just the same thing, and it's getting you set on thinking whether this is all a dream taking too long to reach its climax or if your dreams are miraculously made into reality. But his next set of words were enough to tell you the clarification to your uncertainties.

"Please don't be mad." Without warning, his lips found their place on your light, pillowy ones. It felt like he was pouring out all emotions he's been holding in until now. He always controlled himself whenever you're around because he didn't want to disappoint your mother. But with this instance is a chance to do something he has long been dreaming of. He wasn't about to lose it.

The way his head tilts to the side to get a more comfortable position, eyes closing and immersed in the pleasure of your lips against his, got you clasping onto your blanket to ease the havoc he's causing in your guts. You froze at the contact. As if time had halted and the world stopped spinning, everything seemed to slow down at that moment. Maybe it was the sweet scent of his bergamot fragrance. Maybe it was the tightening of his grip on your jaw, or perhaps the longing you had for him that's enticing you in this position.

It's not every day that we get to see our dreams come true, and for one, it's a matchless feeling, especially when the dream is worthwhile. Slowly, you give in and close your eyes in the warmth of his touch. His lips parted to bite at your lower lip, and you overtly open your mouth to let him in.

"Do you think you could answer it now?" He questions you, but you couldn't comprehend what he was saying. You were too caught up in your own feelings during the whole session; you almost forgot what happened before it was done. Just when you thought he’d stop pulling out all the hidden quirks of yours, he caught you once again. And it didn't take long enough before you recollected yourself.

"Right. It's way better than I could have ever imagined." You smile at him, giving rise to the same smile as you.

"If this is how it will usually end, maybe I should start gathering more questions for you." He proposes, his head wheeling over to you with sheer excitement.

"Uh-huh... Just make sure you don't catch anything from the streets before you come over." You reply with a cackle, getting off his lap and sitting back down on the soft mattress.

It was supposed to be a dull and boring day. But with another chance that you two meet comes another something to remember forever. And you can't help but grin from ear to ear.

[stiltonbasket]

i know ur prob super busy w/ tmaaf and renouncement verse and appreciate and thank you very much for them- i was just wondering if you were planning to actually write a thing on that snip you wrote where qin su soul-sacrificed to wwx and mxy ended up getting jin zixuan? iver been super caught up on how i'd imagine that going ^^"

I might, someday! I already have a fic up on ao3 where that happens (the one where jingyi is nielan's cultivation baby and nmj lives, leading to nhs never figuring out that jgy is Bad News) and Qin Su!wwx and Mo Xuanyu!jzx both appear in the epilogue. Wangxian + JZX’s trip across the country looking for evidence happens in the background of this AU, but the nielan + baby jingyi is the main focus! Here’s a little snippet I had in my drafts, though~ <^-^>

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“So what did Mo Xuanyu’s letter say?”

“He said to look for a courtesan about my mother’s age with a scarred face,” Jin Zixuan says dutifully, brushing his messy hair away from his eyes. “Apparently, she had something to do with my father’s death, but Mo Xuanyu didn’t seem to know what it was.”

“I don’t see how a courtesan and my husband could have been responsible for your old man dying,” Wei Wuxian mutters. Next to him, Lan Zhan bristles and stares down at his plate of carrot jiaozi as if they’d offended him somehow--and then he picks up Bichen and starts towards the door, though Wei Wuxian can’t imagine where he thinks he’s going.

“Come back,” he orders, fighting back a laugh as Lan Zhan turns around with the alcohol blush burning high in his cheeks before sitting back down on the bed. “It’s almost hai hour, Lan Zhan. Go get ready for bed.”

“I am going to kill Jin Guangyao,” Lan Zhan says simply, and Wei Wuxian utters a silent prayer of thanks that his friend won’t remember any of this in the morning. “Very...I’ll kill him slowly.”

“Let’s hope we don’t have to kill him,” Jin Zixuan counters. “I mean, Wei Wuxian said he raised A-Ling, and I don’t want A-Ling to have to deal with mourning him and Qin Su at the same time. Life imprisonment will do well enough--maybe we’ll give him to Jiang-zongzhu, and then A-Ling can even go and visit him sometimes.”

Wei Wuxian lifts an eyebrow at him.

“You’re taking the fact that he arranged your murder awfully well, you know.”

Jin Zixuan gives an uneasy shrug. “I mean, he wasn’t there at Qiongqi Dao,” he offers. “I don’t know who played that second flute, but it couldn’t have been him. And I don’t want the first thing I do as Jin Ling’s father to be killing someone who helped bring him up, even if he did assassinate me.”

“He must die,” insists Lan Zhan. Both of them turn around to stare at him. “As soon as possible.”

“...Why?”

“Wei Ying will not be safe until he dies. And you--you called him husband.”

Wei Wuxian blinks. “I did live as his wife for almost eight months,” he says lamely, because that was how long it had taken for him to arrange matters so that Jin Guangyao would think he was visiting Qin Cangye while Qin Cangye thought that he--or Qin Su, rather--was attending a ladies’ purification retreat in Pingzhou Cheng. “I had to get into the habit, Lan Zhan. I’d have been killed if anyone found out I wasn’t her.”

It says a great deal about his first life that sleeping beside Jin Guangyao every night for the better part of a year wasn’t the strangest thing he’s done. Wei Wuxian says as much to Lan Zhan, and then springs back in astonishment as his friend stalks over to the table and smashes the gold hairpin Lianfang-zun gave him before he left the Jinlintai.

“Uh, it’s time for bed!” Wei Wuxian squeaks, dragging Lan Zhan back to his mattress. The room they’re in has two beds, and no one thought to assign sleeping places before Lan Zhan got drunk; but Lan Zhan likes his privacy, and he won’t want to sleep near Wei Wuxian when he’s in a woman’s body, so Wei Wuxian stuffs Lan Zhan under the covers of the smaller bed and then gets into the double with Jin Zixuan.

Unfortunately, Lan Zhan seems to like that even less.

“Do not sleep with him!” he hisses, the second Wei Wuxian lies down. “Wei Ying! Come here!”

“Why?” Wei Wuxian asks, confused. “If you’re worried about propriety, he’s this body’s brother, so it really doesn’t--”

“Just go,” Jin Zixuan pleads, burying his face in his hands. “Or let me take the other bed, so Hanguang-jun can sleep here.”

In the end, Wei Wuxian ends up lying on his back in the middle of the double bed with Lan Zhan’s arms around his waist and his head pillowed on his bosom, while he contemplates all the horrible life decisions that led him to this moment.

“Hey,” he hears Jin Zixuan whisper, a couple of minutes after midnight. “How are you doing over there?”

“I hate you so much,” Wei Wuxian hisses back. “This is all your fault.”