#OH YOU GOTTA KNOOOOOW

[skzline]

I'm DEDICATED to create a blog only talking about how fucking perfect "WE KNOW" by ateez is. It has everything you need

[hazbinshusk]

a kiss in parting w blitz please i need the angst lmao😭

prompt #28: a kiss in parting.

You arch up against Blitzø with a throaty moan as he thrusts hard into you, his slow, steady pace offset by the way devasting way he bottoms out with every press of his hips. His teeth graze the soft flesh of your neck, his breath leaving him in a soft growl.

It hurts in the best way, the way he’s stretching you with every slide of his cock into you. The way his claws dig into your hips. The way he moves his mouth to yours and his teeth catch your bottom lip as he moans into your kiss. You tighten around him, wrapping your legs around his waist, and his breath catches. “Jesus. Fuck…”

“Right there,” you whine as he angles his hips in the way that makes your eyes roll back. “Fuck, right there, Blitz, right there, right… fucking there…”

He rolls his fingers over your clit and you cum hard, nails digging into his shoulders. Blitzø groans, curses, and moans your name as he follows you over the precipice, spilling himself into your warmth. “Satan’s… fuck!”

Blitzø keeps pumping his hips into yours disjointedly until you’re pushing him away, your thighs shaking from the stimulation. He taps your clit with his tail teasingly, and you smack him in the arm. He rolls off of you with a laugh.

“Holy shit.”

“Damn fuckin’ right,” he replies cockily, tucking his hands behind his head.

“Oh, shut up.” He laughs again, the tip of his tail drawing slowly up your thigh. It makes you jump, and you swat his tail away, rolling onto your stomach and taking his face in your hands. You kiss him, letting him relax into it for a few moments before you reach down to scratch your nails over his hipbone. He jerks away from you with what could almost be a whimper as you find that sensitive spot that always seems to rile him up. This soon after an orgasm is basically torture. “Serves you right.”

“Fuckin’ dick.”

“I just finished doing that, actually.”

Blitzø scoffs, the sound devolving into a laugh. Then, he sighs, stretching his arms out above him before he sits up and swings his legs out over the side of the mattress. You sit up slightly, raising an eyebrow curiously.

“Are you leaving?”

He nods, tugging a shirt on over his head and scanning the carpet for his briefs. “Full moon tonight – got that appointment with his Royal Horniness for a grand-slam smack-down of sex.”

You wrinkle you nose at the description, trying to ignore the weight his words set into your stomach. “That’s still happening?”

Blitzø shrugs a shoulder. “Still need the book if I.M.P. is gonna keep bringing in bank.”

“Right.”

He stands, pulling his underwear up his thighs and snapping the waistband into place. Even as your mood drops, you can’t help the small smirk that touches your lips at the silhouettes of galloping horses printed across the fabric. “And you just knooooow Birdy is probably already gagging over the thought of getting to split himself open on—”

“Oooookay,” you cut him off, rolling your eyes as you sit up. You tug the blankets up against your chest, swallowing back the distaste you suddenly feel. “I get it.”

Blitzø snickers, fastening his belt.

“Just… promise me you’re gonna shower before you go over there.”

He turns to face you, shooting you a wink. “’Course. I’m a classy bitch, tits. Besides, I’ve gotta swing by home and check on my Loonie-Toonie anyway.”

“Mm-hm.” You toy with the sheets with unsteady fingers.

Blitzø shrugs his jacket into place, tail whipping gently back and forth. He lets his eyes fall down over your body for a moment before meeting your eye again with a wiggle of his eyebrows. “I text ya later for a round two, alright?”

You nod, offering him a weak smile. “Sure. If the Prince doesn’t wear you out.”

The imp snickers, leaning across the bed to smack a quick kiss against your lips. “Oh please, y’know it takes more than a few ball-drainin’ fucks to stop me from bangin’ your silly little brains out.”

You press your lips together tightly as he turns to leave, and you lay down again, rolling onto your side so you can avoid watching him walk through the door.

send me a prompt and either husk or blitzø

[tilthedayidice]

Hey welcome back to my BG3 Hot Takes

While I have your attention, here's a cool site to help Palestine, all you gotta do is click it daily.

This session was inspired by @lipsie, gettin me ttalkin way too much. Yes I am aware that the tadpole changes things, and they have to make it balanced for the game blah blah blah- let a bitch complain.

Screenshots sourced from the Baldur's Gate 3 Wiki

Gale is the only character I feel is spec'd correctly, He's smart but fiuckin stupid, he has autism rizz, mam could not lift any box you asked him to, the only reason his constitution is 13 is because he's been dealing with the Orb and he's used to it by now.

Karlach should start with 20 strength and you CANNOT convince me otherwise, her charisma should be higher also, she's a ball of sunshine and could put the fear of god into anyone, and the line "Gods I wanna ride you til you see stars" will never leave my brain. Give this bitch a 15. She do be a little dumb I'll give you that.

Shadowheart is just funny to me, How can her wisdom be a 17 when she's been cloistered away for so long? Her wisdom is only a 17 in ONE SPECIFIC SUBJECT, a subject where she's forced to give up her memories. Memories are where we get our wisdom. Wisdom is gained through lived experiences, I'd give you the 17 for endgame Shart, but not start of game Shart. I'll take the 8 CHA cause she's a bitch (said with love, me too babe) but she knows enough to get what and where she wants so I think we should nudge it up to like 10.

Lae'zel.... I think it's unfair to put Lae'zel's intelligence at 10. Her wisdom being low, yeah i get that she's been cloistered away in a society that believes its the only way, it's all she knows. But intelligence? No. She might know much about Faeruns culture and people, but she knows EVERYTHING about the stars. And there's far more of that than there will ever be of Faerun. She's the funniest person we know, give her 9 CHA.

Wyll my beloved, do you airbrush those abs on? Do you wake up every morning and contour them? I DON'T BELIEVE YOU DO!!!!!!!!! SO WHO'S THE ASS WHO DECIDED YOUR STRENGHT WAS A FUCKIN 8??????? THE BLADE OF FRONTIERS SHOULD HAVE AT LEAST A 13. He deserve a 15 but I know they won't give it to him. Lipsie and I were talking about him and they're right, WHEN WE DUMP THE BITCH HE SHOULD RESPEC INTO BARD.

Astarion..... oh Astarion.... you're such a disaster. Such a wet cat of a man. Such a pathetic little mew mew. I shit on him a lot, but I do really love his character and development lol. LESS STR MAKE HIM WEAK, he has been starved and living off rats and shame, he can have his measly 8 AFTER he drinks... uh "Thinking" Blood. His CHA being 10 is perfect actually no notes. I personally think his actual INT should be lower, not too much lower, maybe 11/12, I knooooow he was a magistrate, but you can't tell me he's not giving himbo... no what was that word on the meme graph? Himbim? Himbim.

Halsin.......... 10 STR? 10?!?!?!?! You built him LIKE THAT and give him 10 STR?!!?!?!?!?!?!?!? What in the nine hells...... Weaker than Karlach of course, but 10????? Give that man 15 at least 8 INT???????????? 8???????? LARIAN WHY DO YOU HATE HIM???? Is it because he isn't Gale? Mans has been studying the mindflayers on his own, he's been studying the shadow curse... on his own. HE'S A MASTER HEALER?!?!?! AN ARCHDRUID?!?!?!?!?!?!? That takes time, study, and dedication. You wanna assign him himbo so bad. He's just a whole well rounded man with autism,. (Not a dig on himbos, quite literally my favorite genre of Man). This is just 'cause he fucks isn't it.

Minthara she's so much smarter than Larian gives her credit for. While I agree with the WIS, that's more a product of being so closed off, Her INT is much higher. I'd give her a 14? She cunning, just because it's used for Evil deeds doesn't mean she hasn't been she hasn't put a lot of thought into her work. She lived in Menzoberranzan for Gods' sake. She had to be smart or be killed?!? She's said so on multiple occasions! Just because she's Evil aligned doesn't mean she not smart. (She's just as smart as our average Bear according to Larian)

Minsc...... First off let me say that I love that they chose this image. A Bad Bitch. Anyways, anyone who doesn't find that dumb happy face charming is either lying or literally has a stick up their ass.... 12 CHA. Also why is he so weak? I know he isn't like actually weak... but mans chunked that mimic? Let him have 14.

Jaheira I'll give you the 10 STR, she's complained about her knees like three times in my most recent session. 8 INT? So what I'm getting here.... is anyone not an origin character is just baseline 8? Lazy. Especially considering she was ALREADY GIVEN STATS IN TWO PREVIOUS GAMES. In both BG1 and BG2 she has an intelligence of 10, and if anything she's only gotten smarter over time. I wasn't gonna do this... but left is 1 right is 2.

15, 14, 17, 10, 14, 15, and 15, 17, 17, 10, 14, 15

Make it make sense. I know she's old at this point, but in my game she killed Sarevok again so idk man.

Rip me apart in the notes ;)

But do it nicely...

[fiannalover]

bweirdOCtober Day 8 - Dislikes

Customer Service

“My skin feels so dry. The winter weather is awful for me.”

“Worry not. Given what you told me, I'm sure this moisturizer will fix everything.”

“My family gave me too much chocolate and now my acne is flaring up. Do you have anything for that?”

“Of course! Apply this cream before taking a shower, once a day. You'll be able to enjoy your sweets with no guilt.”

“... You? Really?”

“You want something or not?”

“... The humidity is fucking up my hair.”

“I'm no poor man’s hair stylist. But I think I got something.”

“Do you have anti-agi-”

“No.”

------

“Oh my GOSH your skin is SPARKLING. What is your secret?”

“I got a new product! You know that potion girlie in journalism? Her stuff is the real deal.”

“Ooooooh do you think she can whip up a blush? My last one was a real disappointment.”

“You know, I could use some powder myself.”

“Maybe if I get some lipstick…”

------

“What? No. I don't deal with those kinds of make-up or similar cosmetics.” Medeia flatly replied. “My focus is on medicinal benefits first and foremost. It'd take me a couple months to learn how to make any of the things you're requesting.”

“Come ooooon!”

“I'm sure you can try!”

“There is this cute cat in Psych 101 I GOTTA fish!”

“I need some hair dye too…”

“I'm telling you, I can't. Chemistry and potion making are dangerous. If I use the wrong substance, I could make something that would severely hurt- are you listening?” Medeia rambled, before realizing her convictions were severely outmatched here.

The customers steadily approached. 

“C-come on everyone. Hold on. Hold on!”

“HOLD OOOOOOOOOOOOON!”

------

Lucas leisurely walked towards Medeia’s side of the campus’ dorms, carrying some notes he borrowed and a bottle to be refilled, letting his tail freely hang in the wind as he moved forwards.

Hehehe, he had a tail~ Swish, swoosh, swish, swoosh~

Campus was usually pretty chill and somewhat empty at this time of the day, which is why he was surprised to see… a noisy crowd by the door of his friend's building? What was-

“Lucas! Get over here!”

“Whoa!”

Pulled to a conveniently placed bush, the boy’s confusion and panic settled to just confusion upon seeing who grabbed him and did a shhhhhh signal asking him to be quiet. “Medeia? What are you doing here?” He asked softly.

“I have been hounded by my customers this entire day, Lu. Entire. Day.” She replied, stealing a look towards the direction of her dorm, groaning as her fanclub remained there. “Some of them started asking for make-up, for some reason, and suddenly demand increased exponentially for something I don't know how to do.”

“You have no makeshift recipes that could work?”

“Just the usual moisturizer and the like. I mess with dangerous stuff, and I'd rather not mix up an improvised something that melts people's face off.” She explained. “And now I can't go hoooooome! They have been blocking the entrance forever! I can't go home, Luuuuu!” Sighing, she stop shaking him and conceded. “Then again, not like it is that good of a home, what with my current roommate.”

“Is she that bad?”

“She's an astrologist, Lu.”

“Oh no. That's awful.”

“I knooooow!” Groaning in annoyance, she said. “I'm probably too close to them. The customers, that is. My uncle was always well isolated in the suburbs, so people had to go out of their way to find him. Since I'm super convenient in every way, surely I can do anything, they think.”

That was interesting. She rarely mentioned her family. “Is your uncle’s house… not home?”

“Not really. I haven't went back since I began college.”

“Huge fight?”

“No. More of an ideological disagreement. You'd probably find me silly in an insane way for it.” She said, elaborating no further. “The dorms here are free of charge and I got my bartender job early on to cover my expenses, so I just never had to go back.”

Huh. Made sense. “I mean, that's fair. My parents are ok with me being-” Lucas gestured to his tail. “But I still have relatives who refuse to talk to me.”

“Sorry about that, Lu.”

“It's fine. I have enough people on my side.”

Medeia nodded, then returned to sighing and resting her back against the leaves. Come to think of it, he doesn't think she ever mentioned leaving for vacation or anything. If her only house was here, then why would she?

“... we could live together.” He proposed.

“What?”

“We could live together. You have your job, I got that big name internship recently, we should have enough money to split an ok apartment between us.” He explained, his friend's eyes lighting up with each word. “We are in the down season for house hunting, so we could probably find someplace affordable decently close.” 

“It would give me distance from them and a roommate I like, aaaaaaaah, Lu, I'd love that!” Immediately, she hugged him, both of them laughing out of pure cheer. “It's gonna be great. We gotta find somewhere with a good enough kitchen for my stuff. Oh, are you ok with me doing my potions and what not?”

“As long as you are ok with me during shedding season.”

“It will be completely worth it.” She declared, and the two immediately began rambling off plans.

Yeah. This was gonna be beyond great.

“Hey, your room is on the second floor at the back, right?”

“Yeah- oh! Think you can give me a boost?”

“Maybe?”

“Only one way to know. Let's go!”

(Roommates!!!!!)

[missamyrisa2]

eek hi, miss.. i only discovered your account yesterday or the day before and have been binging all of your posts hhh i’m obsessed <3 do you think you could make one for a shy, extremely upper body ticklish puppy girl? -///- thank you 💗

Awwww careful sweetheart ~ you might give yourself a lovely giggle overload taking in all those tickly teases ~

Buuuuut I can tell you're an adorably adorable tickle pup aren't you? You'll just soak up allll the attention I give you even as you melt away into giggling helpless madness huh? Why, I don't even have to restrain you do I? I'll just wiggle my fingers over you and make lil clicking sounds and you'll open up for me like a sweet sensitive puppy girl should ~ yeahhh there we go, spread that lovely body out for me now ~ I'm gonna give you sooo many tickly scritchies nowww ~ Ooh, my purpley nails just love your soft form, I could idle over your belly belly alll day oh yes I could and yes I shall ~ tickle tickle sweetie pie ~ does it tickle sooo much? Just lovely tingles all over your bellly and up here on your ears ~ oooh yes, your ears ~ tickles on your earssss I'm gonna give you sooo many fuzzies my lovely fluffy girl ~ and your underarms yeahhh those armpits! Gotta massage the armpits and you're gonna lay there and take it ~ yesss oh yes, you're taking every tickle I give you and still whimpering for more aren't you ~ because you're my perfectly wiggly sensitive tickle pup ~ ooh what's that? You want moooore tickles? Why, you can barely even get the words out ~ but I know, I knooooow it's so wonderful, isn't it? The ticklesssss?

You can blush all you like. Snorting is fine too~ let it all out my dear. You're my sweet tickle pet and I'm gonna pet those spots ooh yes. Your royal girly buttons need soo much attention mmmhmm yes yes yes. Girly buttons getting sooo many lil fleeting tickles. Yes, right hereeee and heree such lovely tiny curves you have ~ squeak it out sweet pet, squeak it out ~ I'll tickle you all the way through. Aww look at you wiggle~ Ooh, I think my sweet puppy needs a sweet bow ~ let's get you this niiice girly purpley bow for you, that way you always know you're my lil tickle pet. Coochie coochie coooo! Aww yes, Amy loves when you laugh it out like that ~ take all these sensations, all over your lovely body now. And when you're totally fuzzy and all mine ~ I shall whisper more in your ears, giving them little soft rubbies while we snuggle on your hyper ticklish self~<3

[fennel-tea-and-nightshade]

Post-Confession Scene

Eliana: Well you're a coward. And whoever is sitting up there in your head, is a coward who won't even explain their true intentions to a lady.

["Norman" starts laughing]

Abnorman: Hah...Interessting, isn't it?

[Eliana notices her migraine getting worse. Also hard goosebumps. She flinches but also tilts her head to voice expectantly]

Eliana: So... stop being a coward?

Abnorman: Oh darling, you can't call it cowardace when I watch the show.

Eliana: You- You what?

Abnorman: Whaat? I would never watch the show. You know, just watching someone lose their shit, that would never entertain anyone of a..sane temper.

Eliana: Who are you?

Abnorman: I am....Abnorman! You know?

Eliana: I- Who?

Abnorman: I'm just- I'm just you knooooow... Normans nice little alter. The fun part!

Eliana: You're- You're who?

Abnorman: I am...just... living inside Normans head rent free for now, you know? The fun stuff, you know? I mean, rent free, hello? Do you know the market price in todays economy? Ones gotta get a place without like.. ok there is no lighting or toilet in here buuuut the price is very nice.

Eliana: Why are you sitting in his head?

Abnorman: Why am I not sitting is his head?

Eliana: And why did you ask me to do the thing when we were dancing?

Abnorman: Well, you knoooooow, Norman wanted them dead, he just wanted them not like permanently dead and I thought-

Eliana: You have something about honey?

Abnorman: ...Nooooo. I would never.

Eliana: So something special about these people?

Abnorman: I meeeann...

Eliana: Or that situation?

Abnorman: Noo, I would never. This is just, you know, a little thing, Miss Phlox.

Eliana: So, now that we have some time to chat...

Abnorman: Mhmmm? [questioning, waiting for Eli to say something]

Eliana: ...This is really awkward.

Abnorman: You think? Wow, really? You put this into a very awkward situation.

Eliana: I guess I...

Abnorman: Went in without thinking?

[Aborman slowly starts walking towards a tree]

Eliana: [Stammers] I-I

Abnorman: Went over your head?

Eliana: Tend- tend to do that a alot currently...

Abnorman: Really?

Eliana: I mean-

Abnorman: You were usually so calculating!

Eliana: I- I mean when-

Abnorman: At least you seemed like that-

[Abnorman pins Eli against the tree]

Eliana: Puh...ahhh... [incoherent blabbering] I mean when not now, when- when..when then, huh?

Abnorman: Yeah. When then?

Eliana: So and you..[clears her throat] doing this?

Abnorman: What?

Eliana: This.

Abnorman: What?

Eliana: Wha-

Abnorman: Look this is an entire situation that mainly you caused. And Normans panic but mainly you.

Eliana: ...You're really close.

Abnorman: Should I not? Should I go?

Eliana: Nonononononono

[Abnorman pulls away a bit and following that Eli pulls him closer again]

Abnorman: Miss...Phlox

Eliana: Heh...

Abnorman: Are you flirting?

Eliana: Were you flirting with me? You also kinda caused this, don't fucking go your-

Abnorman: [Laughing] No, I'm asking are you flirting?

Eliana: Yes.

Abnorman: Huh. Well that's nice.

Eliana: In what way?

Abnorman: In what way isn't it nice? I mean, do you meant to be mean?

Eliana: ...Teasing, maybe.

Abnorman: Teasing. That's also a nice way of bullying.

Eliana: I like sarcasam.

Abnorman: Yeah. Me too. And lying.

Eliana: And lying?

Abnorman: And lying. It's a funny little trick we pull on those who think about things.

[There's a short silence]

Eliana: ...You're getting really close.

Abnorman: You're getting really far away.

[Eliana makes a sanity check and fails epicly]

Eliana: Can I kiss you?

Abnorman: Mhmmmmmmmmmm. I don't know. Can you?

[He pulls her closer and kisses her]

Abnorman: But you may.

[Eli kisses him again]

Abnorman: You know this is probably like, very bad for Norman given that it's his body. Well my body also but like we share.

Eliana: Do you have another body?

Abnorman: Noo.

Eliana: No?

Abnorman: Currently not.

Eliana: Currently not.

Abnorman: No.

Eliana: I have some theories on you.

[Eli bops his nose]

Abnorman: Really? Alot of theories?

Eliana: Alot of theories.

Abnorman: My godness-

Eliana: I've been thinking about you alot.

Abnorman: Oh wow cool, I'm flattered.

Eliana: I'm assuming if I name these theories you won't be kind enough to tell me the truth because you like lying?

Abnorman: Ahh, but that's the fun part about lying: Telling the truth in a way that sounds like lying but then it isn't, and then you feel really betrayed because I said the truth but I also said a bunch of lies which hid the truth which is kinda like...you know, I was honest. I just wasn't....veryyy...opeen. You know? But I do think you do that alot Miss...Phlox.

Eliana: Lying?

Abnorman: Hiding the truth?

Eliana: It's something I tend to do, how much do you know about me?

Abnorman: Ahhh, just the things you tell me yourself.

Eliana: And what do I tell you?

Abnorman: Alot, actually!

Eliana: My god, you're vauge!

Abnorman: [Satisfied with himself] Mhmmmm~ :)

Eliana: So...Mister...how can I call you?

Abnorman: Abnorman, again!

Eliana: Wow.

Abnorman: Yeah, I'm- I'm taking Abnorman.

Eliana: My head is getting all "whoooo", you know?

Abnorman: Yeah..

Eliana: I'm not...flirting with a god something, right?

Abnorman: Do you want to be flirting with a god?

Eliana: I don't-

Abnorman: You know I can be anyone.

Eliana: Ehh...this is still very puplic.

Abnorman: Yes, this is veeerry puplic [pulls away a bit]

Eliana: No, no [gets closer to him] Because like the thing is, the moment you leave I don't know when you'll come back.

Abnorman: Yeah, isn't that fun?

Eliana: Isn't that unfortunate...

Abnorman: Isn't that...such a good incentive to keep talking to me?

Eliana: ...Yeah.

Abnorman: Yeah, isn't that?

Eliana: Isn't it?

Abnorman: Mhmm. [making a stament, agreeing]

Eliana: You know, because if that's the last time I ever talk to you, I'd really like to get the most of it.

Abnorman: Yeah. But if that's like, a normal occurrence then it kinda takes the fun if it, doesn't it?

Eliana: I don't know what you will do that's the-

Abnorman: Yes! That's the fun of iiit! 😃🤗🥰

Eliana: You're impossible.

Abnorman: Oh I am. [EXTREMELY satisfied with himself]

Eliana:...Eh....

Abnorman: ...Mhmm? [acknowledging Elis "eh"]

Eliana: So do we just make out or something?

Abnorman: Hahaha. No. Byeee!

Norman: ...What the fuck is going on?

[Norman reflexively gets 3 steps back]

Norman: I am going! SEBESTIAN I NEED A CHAPERONE!!

[Sebastian comes closer]

Norman: SEBESTIAN I NEED A CHAPERONE HELP, HELP, HELP, HELP. I AM FEELING... WEIRD

Sebastian: Norman, I don't know what a chaperone is but what do you need help with?

Norman: I don't know. Just let's play some Uno. Away. Far away.

[Norman takes the curtain with him and puts it back into his coat]

Norman: Let's just play some wholsome, nice, fun, little Uno! Yes!

Sebastian: Alright.

[Sebastian shortly looks back at Eli]

Sebastian: What did you actually do now?

Eliana: I don't even know myself...Don't ask me.

Sebastian: B-but you did do someth-

Eliana: I think I need some time.

[Eliana quickly leaves the scene. Sebestian and Norman go play Uno]

[mimibtsghost7]

Are you ok? :(

NOT after THIS

THEY knooooow this is NOT legal

And oh well .. Which prison are they in again? Asking for a friend that is willing to do some bad deeds soon.

Anyway, hope y'all are enjoying the song and please stream/buy the song as much as you can. Somehow we need to break our own records.

Love ya~~ (Also rapline Rapping in English and Vocal Line hitting them notes smooooth like butter and them looks and them moves and them sleeveless and that hair and sgdhjdgfhewgf bye gotta stream)

AND LET'S NOT TALK ABOUT:

ME:

[meltwonu]

| 🎃 𝕸𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖍 🎃 |

↪ ✦ playdate ✦

this chapter pairing; yandere!wonwoo x reader, side mingyu x reader

genre&warnings; yandere!wonwoo, kinda asshole!mingyu, creampies, sloppy seconds, intoxication, exhibitionism AND voyeurism, masturbation, dirty talk, one sided pining for all!!, kidnapping, stalking.

✖ That being said, I do NOT condone yandere-like/obsessive/possessive behaviour in real life. this is a work of fiction therefore I will indulge in it. If you do NOT like this kind of content, please just ignore it.

notes; if I’m being honest, the draft for this originally was completely different and I reworked it because I wasn’t satisfied with how it was turning out bc it was too similar to sea castles except mingyu and wonwoo were brothers kjdhfdkjh 😭😭 As always, thank you sooo much for the love and interest in Monster Mash! I know last chapter was.... erm, a lot. LMAO 😆 Have a great rest of your day/night and I’ll see yall tomorrow~! 🎃 👻 💕

word count; ~3800

chapters; 1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5 - 6 - 7 - x - x - x - x - x - x

you call me on the telephone, you feel so far away;

you tell me to come over, there’s some games you wanna play

i’m walking to your house, nobody’s home;

just me and you and you and me alone.

The relationship you share with Mingyu isn’t necessarily one that you like to talk about, much less acknowledge on most days.

“O-oh, fuck, M---Mingyu!”

It’s purely physical and a little destructive, in your opinion. Especially when you found yourself frustratingly liking him more than you ever imagined.

He bends your leg, ankle resting against his shoulder as he angles his thrusts to graze against your sweet spot. Shapes dance behind your eyelids, lips parting in a silent moan when you feel yourself already close to cumming.

But it’s Mingyu that cums first, hips stuttering as he growls, “That’s right, fuckin’ take all of it, baby.”

He rides out his high, pulling out of you and letting your leg down before you can even process what’s happening. “Hey, wait, but what about me?” You ask, voice small as you watch him get off of the bed. He tugs his pants on, plucking a shirt off of the floor as he throws it over his head.

“Sorry, I gotta go take care of some business back at campus, Mr. Lee needs the papers graded before tomorrow’s 8AM and I’m already late. You can stay here if you want though, bed’s all yours. I’ll be back in a bit, I---sorry, I’ll make it up to you later.”

He’s gone in a flash, door clicking shut behind him as you sit with your legs still parted. Typical.

Groaning, you flop onto your back against his bed sheets.

“Thanks for nothing.”

Wonwoo says it’s the last time.

But every time is the last time.

He wraps a hand around his cock, soft breaths making the window fog up in front of him as he watches you and Mingyu through the window. He times the movement of his hand to match Mingyu’s thrusts as he pretends it’s your warmth wrapped around his cock and not his own fist.

“Fuck, fuck , fuck…” He whispers in succession, feeling his abdomen tightening as he gets closer and closer to an orgasm.

Wonwoo watches as Mingyu bends your leg over his shoulder, mental images of you underneath him instead.

He remembers the first time he’d seen you in Mingyu’s bedroom, curiosity making him watch through his bedroom window as you fell to your knees in front of the other male. Wonwoo knew better than to watch, so he looked away, cheeks burning crimson before he ever so slowly turned back to the window. 

He couldn’t help it.

Wonwoo had seen you around the university campus too, hanging around the art kids in the building opposite the Sciences building where he typically stayed with his small group of friends; Mingyu included. He thought you were cute and kind, especially when you happened to hang around their group for the day. And he liked you, even if he was too shy to ever say it.

Which was precisely why he couldn’t understand your attraction to Mingyu, of all people.

Mingyu was selfish, almost irritatingly so, and Wonwoo knew.

Wonwoo knew you deserved better too, someone much like himself. Someone who would take care of you better than Mingyu ever could.

Movement in the opposite window has Wonwoo pulling himself from his thoughts, brows furrowed when he sees Mingyu leaving and you still alone in the bedroom.

“What…?” He mumbles, slightly confused when he watches you flop onto your back.

God, what he would do to eat you out right now.

He tightens his grip around his cock, this time imagining himself eating you out, tongue against your clit while you moan out his name and tangle your fingers into his hair. 

A stuttered moan falls from his lips as he cums into his palm, eyes clamped shut as the pleasure washes over him.

Wonwoo promises it’s the last time.

“Hey, did you hear about Jeonghan’s Halloween party next Saturday?”

“He’s throwing one?”

“Yeah, I heard everyone’s invited too.”

Wonwoo pretends to go through his textbook as he eavesdrops instead.

If everyone was invited, that surely meant that you’d be there too.

Mingyu glances over at you, tapping his pencil against the corner of his textbook. “Hey…” He starts, “Did you hear about Jeonghan’s party?”

You glance up from your own textbook, bored eyes on Mingyu who looks up at you from his bedroom floor. Neither of you had talked about the previous time; opting to forget about it since it wasn’t the first time either. “What about it?”

“Wanna go with me? I’ll make it up to you for last time.”

No, he wouldn’t.

“I guess.”

You step out of the Film Developing room, arms full of negatives when you accidentally run into a body that walks up from behind.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!” The negatives spill to the floor, scattering all around you as you and the other person kneel down to collect them.

“It’s okay.” The deep voice replies.

“Oh, hey, Wonwoo!” You smile, “What are you doing in the Arts Building?”

He blushes a deep red, kneeling and stacking the negatives before placing them back in your arms. “Oh I--I do some film editing on my own and I--um, I was just wandering around. I had some free time, so I was curious.” Wonwoo shoots you a shy smile as he pushes his glasses up on his nose bridge.

Wonwoo was very cute.

“Oh! I didn’t know that! I feel like I’ve never seen you around here…” You trail off.

“Ah, yeah, I actually have a personal studio on the east end of town. It’s small but… I don’t have to share my things, which I’d prefer.” He smiles, eyes twinkling. “It’s no fun when people mess around with your things and ruin them, y’know?”

“Oh my gosh, I knooooow. Minghao always messes up my developing station and moves my shit around.” You keep talking but Wonwoo barely acknowledges it. Instead, he takes in your appearance, admiring you as you talk animatedly about god knows what.

God, why’d it have to be Mingyu.

“Hey, so are you coming on Saturday?” He blinks confusedly at you, “Huh? Sorry, I--I didn’t quite catch that last bit.”

“Oh, Jeonghan’s party! Everyone’s invited so I was wondering if you were coming!” His blush burns darker; were you asking him out?

“I’ll be there with Mingyu but if you show up, you should save me a drink!” His excitement falters slightly at the mention of Mingyu, but he does his best to send you a reassuring smile.

“Of course, I’ve got one with your name on it.”

Wonwoo was kind, patient and understanding from what you knew.

You’d only met him a few times and you knew he lived in the building across from Mingyu’s but all of your interactions with him had only ever been pleasant.

In another universe, maybe you would’ve been in a happy relationship with someone like Wonwoo.

A sigh escapes your lips as you get ready for Jeonghan’s party; short dress barely covering your ass when Mingyu saunters into his bathroom where you currently were.

“Jeez, who’re you trying to impress.” He mumbles, sidestepping you as he checks himself in the mirror.

“I just felt like being cute, that’s all.”

Mingyu grins, hands on your waist before they slide down to your ass. He squeezes hard; a chuckle on his lips when you mewl.

“Cute isn’t the word I’d go for with this ‘lil number but okay. Let’s get going.”

Mingyu drinks more than he should and he knows it.

He takes any drink someone puts in his hands and downs it before trying to find more which usually leads to a lot of 2AM drunk phone calls and quickies in the backseat of your car.

This time, however, you’re just as bad as he is; taking any drink available as you try to drown out the way you feel when you see Mingyu chatting up someone else across Jeonghan’s living room.

To be fair, you weren’t exclusive anyway.

But his eyes dance over to you, a cocky smirk on his face when he sees the effect he has on you. He knew how you felt too, even if you never said a word about it.

Mingyu didn’t want to ruin what the two of you had, even if he benefited from it more than you did. And the two of you were friends, albeit you weren’t sure for how much longer.

He leaves the other girl as he makes his way over to you, eyes unfocused when he presses you into the wall you’d been standing in front of.

“Let’s go somewhere more private.”

“Ngh, M--Mingyu, fuck--fuck, harder!”

Mingyu keeps you bent over the sink, hips slamming into your ass as he fucks you from behind in Jeonghan’s upstairs bathroom.

The loud music drowns out your loud moans and his filthy words as you eagerly fuck yourself on his cock. “Fuck, this tiny little dress of yours doesn’t do a damn thing. Bet you wanted me to fuck you just like this, huh? Bent over a fuckin’ sink at a party.”

Neither of you had even made the effort to get undressed as you hiked your dress up and tugged your panties to the side, hands planted firmly onto the mirror in front of you as you watched yourself get drunk off of his cock.

“G-god, yes, yes! Fuck me h-harder, damn it!” You whine. Mingyu slaps your ass at this, low grunts spilling from his lips. “Your cute ‘lil cunt begging to be filled with my cock at every second of the fuckin’ day. “ He slurs.

He feels his cock throbbing as he erratically thrusts into you, only a low groan on his lips before he’s cumming.

“O-oh, shit…”

You feel his thrusts slow down as he cums inside of you, a soft mewl on your lips at the feeling. You clench around him, shaking your hips slightly to get his attention back on you.

A sharp knock scares you both as Mingyu pulls out of you; panties slipping back into place like they’d never been touched.

“Hey! People need to use the bathroom, assholes!” Someone yells from the opposite side.

“Fuck, we need to go.” Mingyu grumbles, readjusting himself and zipping his denim back up.

You very slowly lift yourself up from leaning on top of the sink, tugging your dress back down quietly.

Of course. Of, fucking, course.

Mingyu can sense the annoyance even without you saying anything, lopsided smile on his features. “Later, okay? Don’t be a brat.”

“Whatever.”

You head for the door, unlocking it before you step out first and leave Mingyu behind. Your body still buzzes with the urge to cum when you start heading down the hallway, panties sticking to you like a second skin with Mingyu’s cum pooling into the material. You turn a corner into an empty part of the upstairs hallways, sighing slightly as you lean up against a wall.

You hear your name being called as you turn your head, finding Wonwoo jogging up to you.

“Hey! I was looking for you!” He smiles, noting the way you seem to sadly smile back at him. “Something the matter?”

“Ugh, it’s Mingyu…” You start. Wonwoo tenses up, hands balling into fists at his side. “What did he do?”

“He’s so fucking selfish! I don’t know what’s up with him lately but he always leaves me hanging!”

Oh.

It’s quiet between the two of you as your words sink in and Wonwoo’s demeanor changes in the blink of an eye. He takes a step closer to you, fingertips under your chin to lift your head up as he meets your blown out pupils.

“I wouldn’t leave you hanging, y’know.”

You feel a wave of arousal wash over you at his deep voice; did Wonwoo always sound like that or was it the alcohol? “W-what?”

“I said, I wouldn’t leave you hanging. I’d put you before myself, if you’d let me.” He smirks at you, eyes twinkling with promise.

“Show me then.”

Wonwoo drags you into the nearest bedroom; excitement coursing through his veins.

In another universe, he would’ve been more romantic about this.

Dinner and candles, picnics at sunset. Ah, well.

“Well, it’s not much but it’ll do.” He says, locking the door behind himself before he turns to you. He takes in your mildly disheveled appearance, walking you backwards until the back of your legs hit the bed.

“You deserve better, y’know? Someone who’ll take care of you.”

“I know… But you promised you’d show me, didn’t you?” Pouting, you hike your dress up before you sit down on the edge of the bed. You spread your legs as you let Wonwoo see your panties that were practically transparent.

“Fuck, you let him cum inside your tight ‘lil pussy and he didn’t even let you cum?”

“How do you know I’m tight if you never fucked me before.” You retort, shooting him a smirk of your own. Maybe it was the alcohol in your system, but you felt more confident now than you’d been in a long while.

Wonwoo leans over you, easing you down until your back touches the sheets. “Only someone as pretty as you would have a tight ‘lil cunt and I’ll prove it.” He pulls away, undoing the button and zipper of his pants before he shimmies his boxer briefs down enough to pull his half hard cock out.

You lick your lips at the sight; he was slightly bigger than Mingyu. “Fuck, your cock is huge, Wonwoo…” He smirks at your compliment, tugging on your legs until your lower half hangs off of the side of the bed. He eases your wet panties down, pocketing them before he spreads your legs wide.

“I’m not typically one for sloppy seconds, but…” You blush at his comment. “...If it’s you, I don’t care.”

“Usually I wouldn’t have someone else’s cum already inside my fuckin’ pussy before I hook up with someone else...” You mumble.

Wonwoo guides his cock towards you, letting the shaft rest against your folds. He starts grinding against you, coating his cock in your wetness and Mingyu’s cum. His cock is already throbbing as he continues to tease you and himself, resisting the urge to fuck you hard and fast like he knew both of you needed. “S’okay, I’ll just have to cum inside you too and fuck it so deep into your fuckin’ cunt that you won’t even remember Mingyu ever did.” He grins.

“God, yes, make me cum too, I wanna cum with you…” Whining, you buck your hips up to meet his teasing touches.

“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll make sure you get my cock nice ‘n wet.” He positions his cock at your entrance, teasing you one more time as you whine and squirm underneath him. “Fuck, you’re so cute when you’re whiny.”

He slowly eases his cock in, meeting no resistance with how wet you already were and the cum already inside you. “God, you really are fuckin’ tight…” Wonwoo mumbles under his breath.

It takes you a second to adjust to Wonwoo’s size before he’s drawing his hips back and thrusting back into you and a mewl cuts through the air when the head of his cock taps against your cervix; eyes fluttering shut with how well Wonwoo filled you up.

“Oh, god, ngh, Wonwoo I--I don’t know if I--I can hold o-off…” A choked cry rolls off of your lips, fingertips digging into the sheets underneath you as you cant your hips up to meet his thrusts. You’d already gotten close to an orgasm before and now that Wonwoo’s cock was snug between your walls and curving into you perfectly, it was hard to hold back.

“That’s okay, baby. You can cum as many times as you want. Use me how you want me.” He offers; voice gentle and inviting as you wrap your legs around his waist.

“P--please, ah, touch my---my clit…”

Wonwoo obliges, pinching and rolling your clit between his fingertips. “O-oh, fuck!”

Your body locks up, Wonwoo’s name spilling from your lips as he throws you over the edge and into the first mind-melting orgasm you’d had in weeks. He smiles dreamily at you, hips still snapping into you as he fucks you through your high.

“So fuckin’ pretty when you’re cumming.”

You can only whimper in response, blushing when you can hear how much wetter you’d gotten after just one orgasm. He takes his fingers off of you clit, licking the wet digits.  

Wonwoo looks down to where the two of you are connected, a soft groan on his lips when he sees how much of your wetness coats his cock. “You really did get my cock fuckin’ soaked, baby. Think you still have it in you to give me one more? I’m close too and, ah, I’d love for you to cum with me.” He shoots you a sweet smile and you feel your heart beat out of your chest.

You nod feverishly, “Mm--Mmhmm… I---I haven’t c-cum in a few weeks so… I--”

“A few weeks?”

You avert your eyes from his inquisitive stare, already knowing how he’s going to react. “Yeah, s’just Mingyu’s been so busy so… He’s been, hah, kinda’ leaving me h-hanging and---Ah!” Wonwoo thrusts into you hard, grinding against you once he was fully bottomed out.

“For weeks now? He’s been treating you like that?” It’d made sense now why he’d seen you in Mingyu’s bed alone that one time. “Y-yeah… but---but he’s just busy, y’know, ah, being a TA and a-all...”

He shakes his head in utter disbelief; selfish Mingyu, as always.

Wonwoo leans in until he’s face to face with you, kissing you on the lips gently before pulling away. He doesn’t say another word and instead works on getting you worked up to cum with him and even through the muffled music, he can hear your loud whines and whimpers and the sound of skin slapping as his thrusts become erratic.

He licks the pad of his thumb before he brings it back towards your sensitive and swollen clit. “Baby, ‘m close…” He whispers; only loud enough for you to catch.

“Ngh, fuh--fuck, Wonwoo, please cum i-inside me… I wanna feel your, ah, cock throbbing i-inside of me when you fill me up with y-your cum…” Wonwoo’s thumb presses harder against your clit and he opts to grind against you instead when he feels the tension in his abdomen start to snap. He moans your name shakily, brows furrowed and eyes clamped shut as he lets the pleasure wash over him.

You lick your lips watching his face contort in bliss and you bring your fingers down and over his thumb as you press down harder onto your clit and the action is enough to throw you over the edge again, head thrown back and a sharp whine on your lips as you cum for the second time. 

Wonwoo slows down his thrusts as he starts to come down from his high and he works you through yours. “Shit, you really are so fuckin’ pretty.” 

A blush coats your skin as your orgasm starts to ebb away and Wonwoo is careful to not hurt you once he starts to pull his cock from inside of you. 

He watches the cum drip out of you, lips pursed into a tight smile. “Guess you should get these back, huh?” He fishes for the wet panties in his pocket; helping you slide them back on and up your legs before he pulls away and starts to smooth down his own disheveled appearance.

You laugh breathily, “I’ll let you have another pair next time.” 

“Oh? There’ll be a next time?” He grins. 

Biting your lip, you stand, readjusting your dress and grimacing at how gross you felt now that your panties were even wetter and covered in more cum. 

“I---I mean, I still... I still have feelings for Mingyu but--but...” You pause; Wonwoo’s eyes on you. “I know I should end things with him, it’s just gonna take some time and I--I think you’re a really great guy, Wonwoo, and I’d like for there to be a next time... It’s just... I think I need some time to get over Mingyu first.” You mumble the last few words, a little embarrassed you even admitted you liked Mingyu. 

“No, I---I get it. It’s no worries! Just---Just come find me when you’re ready.” He shoots you a beaming smile, “I’ll leave first, okay?” 

You nod in response, smiling at his back when he turns to leave. 

“Thank you, Wonwoo.” 

You end up heading home, leaving Mingyu at Jeonghan’s party all-together.

He’d find his way home eventually; maybe even puke in the backseat of a taxi and get what he deserved. 

You giggle at the thought, stepping into the lobby of your apartment building.

Huh, the lights are out. 

You’re a little confused, but you make your way towards the elevators; stumbling slightly with the alcohol still in your system. Pressing the button, you wait patiently in the dark lobby -- only the moonlight providing a soft glow. 

The elevator dings and you quickly enter it, pressing the button for your floor before resting against the banister. 

Hey, is that a person?

Your eyes catch a glimpse of a figure not too far off and only half visible from around the corner, brows furrowed. 

But you didn’t hear anyone enter the building.

The door closes and you shake the thoughts out of your head; it was probably just the alcohol making your eyes hazy.

Eventually you reach your floor, sighing in relief that the lights were still working. You stumble down the hall, dropping your house keys a few times before you can even make the turn to get to your hallway.

You reach your door, sliding the key into the keyhole and turning the lock.

God, it was so good to finally be home. 

“Good Evening, this is Boo Seungkwan reporting live on Channel 17’s 4 o’ clock news. We’re live at the scene here, as you can see behind me, at the apartment complex were Mr. Kim Mingyu resided. The police and detectives are still going through Mr. Kim’s apartment in hopes of finding any clues. His whereabouts are still unknown as well as his female companion. If you have any tips or information of where they both are, please do not hesitate to contact the police or the TV station.” Seungkwan pauses, waving down a pedestrian. “Sir? I’m a reporter for Channel 17 news, can we please have a word with you? It’s about the missing university students.”

Wonwoo sadly smiles, nodding. “Of course.”

Seungkwan gestures for the cameraman to come closer, holding the microphone in between himself and Wonwoo. “Sir, did you happen to know the missing couple?”

“Ah… Kind of. They were attending the same university as myself. He was kind of a friend of mine, and I know he lived in the building across from myself but…” Wonwoo pauses, shaking his head. “I--I don’t know what happened. They seemed like such kind people. I’ve heard rumours that they just fled to another city, but… that’s it really.”

“Did they tell you that, themselves?” Wonwoo shakes his head no. “No, just rumours flying around campus. Everyone saw them at a party last weekend, myself included. That seems to have been the last time.”

“I see, so have the police interviewed you? Do they have any suspects?”

Wonwoo shakes his head again, smiling sadly. “The police just think they ran away, which, I guess isn’t too far fetched. We’re all stressed university students, after all.”

“You mentioned he’s a friend of yours. He didn’t bother to say anything? Do you think he kidnapped her?”

Wonwoo bites the inside of his cheek, worry clear on his features. “I mean, Mingyu was kind of aloof and he was very drunk at that party. I’m not sure if they got into an altercation. We never really hung out outside of campus so sadly, I can’t really say I know if it’d be in his character or not.”

“Thank you sir, for your time.”

Seungkwan lets Wonwoo leave, stepping away to finish the live report.

Wonwoo nods, turning to make his way back into his apartment. 

He enters his place, toeing off his shoes before he heads towards his own bedroom.

By nature, he steps in front of his window; the same one that faced Mingyu’s now empty bedroom.

His lips ease into a small peaceful smile. 

He would have to make a trip to the east end once all the news vans and patrol cars were gone.

He was sure you’d love the food he’d be making for your candle-lit dinner. It was one of his favorite recipes.

And he was sure Mingyu wouldn’t mind watching from his place in the corner, either. 

[enbyeddiediaz]

no but @amourbleue 's post abt them being seperated during the blackout got me thinking. it got me thinking loves. and I touched on it in my tags on her post but. eddie and michael being trapped together and buck and bobby trapped or working together.

Michael has been in a position similar to eddie before, closeted dad with feelings for someone who isn't who you're with. they get trapped somewhere together, elevator perhaps, and eddie's trying to get them out but nothing's working so eventually he and Michael just sit on the floor. eventually they get to talking, catching up, asking how eddie's recovery is going, how is david doing, etc. and eventually there's a lull and maybe eddie is thinking abt how buck's call is going since they split up for efficiency and internally he's going "man I wish I was with Buck rn" and gives a little sigh and michaels like "soooo who are you thinking abt to get you to sigh like that" and eddies like "oh, just buck. I was wondering what he's doing on his call right now" and michaels like "oh?" and eddie just starts talking abt buck and how he wishes he was out there with him bc he loves his job but he likes it best when he's at buck's side and he just wants to make sure he's safe and then he starts talking abt their family time with Chris and the entire time michael is sitting there like [knowing gay silence] and then he's like "so you and buck are....?" and eddie blushes bright red and goes "j-just friends, he has a girlfriend" and michael just hums and goes "but is that all you want to be?" and eddies confused and tilts his head and goes "what?" and michaels like "well it's just the way you talk about him, it sounds like you're in love with him" and eddie says "what? no that's-" and then a beat. "oh shit" he says shakily. and michaels just sitting there like "congratulations on your queer awakening" and eddie just leans his head against the wall of the elevator and goes "holy fuck I'm in love with buck" and then "that explains a lot" and then spills it all to michael and michaels like "eddie I don't want to be rude but. you're dense as fuck" and eddie puts his head in his hands and whines "I knooooow" and then kinda desperately "it's just. he's buck, how could I not?"

now for bobby and buck. bucks been ansty abt eddie being back at work bc he keeps seeing eddie falling to the street and bleeding out. bobby picked up on the anxiousness and can guess the source pretty easily. and now that they've split up to be faster, buck is a bit more jittery. not enough to affect him on the job but enough that bobby notices. so he starts talking "you know, when Athena came back to work last year after the incident, I was worried about her all the time. it was like I was tense all the time unless I had my eyes on her to make sure she was safe" and buck is like "ok????" bc he hasn't quite connected the dots yet, and then bobby goes "it's eddie's second week back, right?" and bucks like "yeah????? oh" and bobby just nods and bucks like "but that's different, athena's your wife, eddie and I are just..." "just what, buck?" "well it's...he's..." and he isn't quite sure how to put it into words and says "he's eddie" and they're chugging away and bobby j's considering his next words and then settles on "you remember what you told me after he was shot? that you were just the guy standing right in front of him that couldn't do anything to help him?" and buck nods. "well. that's how I felt listening over the radio with athena. I didn't have to wonder what life would be like without her, I felt it in that moment. and I knew I never wanted to live like that" and at this point bucks breathing has gotten a little unsteady, having nothing to do with the call, and he says "what are you trying to say bobby" softly, with a shaky voice. "you love him, buck." bobby says gently. "n-no, I can't I'm with taylor, bobby I can't be in love with him, I can't-" and he's breathing heavy now, and bobby goes "buck, you gotta breathe" and his breath evens out and he looks bobby in eyes, eyes wide as saucers and goes "oh my god I'm in love with him" and bobby just puts his hand on bucks shoulder and goes "I know, son. and I also know that you'll do the right thing about it." and they finish the call and make their way back to reunite with the team.

the second buck and eddie see each other coming, the both freeze. they stand. they just look at each other, maintaining eye contact. bucks breath hitches and eddies is shaky. everything around them stops and they think at the same time "it's him. it's always gonna be him" and then the moment breaks when bobby calls them over for another call

[spinster-sisters]

So so so SO. Can we see like, how you think ateez would handle/would they enjoy, their female s/o pegging them???

Ima do this as a mtl

Most

Mingi

Yeosang

San

Seonghwa

Hongjoong

Wooyoung

Yunho

Jongho

Least

Mingi:

I feel like it would be completely normal to him. Like. It feels good, you both enjoy it. He doesn't see why who's receiving matters. I know I talk about sub mingi a lot but I don't even think that's why. I feel like mingi just wants to be taken care of. He wants you to make him feel good, to the point, it's almost a little selfish (it's still good tho so don't worry) he likes how he can just let himself fall apart without doing much, just sorta laying there and taking it ya dig? Like he just wants to be recked and he's a lil demanding about it. When he wants it, he wants it right that second and gets kinda bratty if you cannot immediately deliver.

Yeosang:

It's not super common between you both, but it's not out of the ordinary either. He just needs to be in a mood for it. If he's super stressed out or in his head about something and he just needs you to take his mind off it. He basically goes dumb. Like he wants you to fuck the thoughts outta his head. Is supper needy the whole time. Just nothing but begging and pleading for nothing in particular. Basically incoherent. But that's how you know that you have succeeded. "Please, please, please" "Please what? What do you need Yeo?" "I don't knooooow" Also, he will cry. in a good way. but he shall cry nonetheless. looks up at you with big round eyes and tears streaming down his face thanking you for the orgasm you just gave him. I'm fucking dead.

San:

if it's something he's never tried before he would be super excited. Like almost giddy. Yall would get super dressed up for the occasion and foreplay would literally last for hours. If he's gonna do this he's not gonna half-ass it. When it finally happens for the first time he's like. Oh. Oh. And fucking loves it. I don't think there would be any clear or specific dom and sub-themes, it's kinda just intense and supper vocal. Lotta skin slapping, lotta bed shaking, lotta complaining neighbors. He doesn't care, it feels great and his girlfriend likes it so fuck the haters. Don't think that just cuz you're pegging him your not gonna get any stimulation tho, cuz he is all too eager to go multiple rounds where yall switch back and forth who is fucking who. Basically every time it happens, all rules for how sex normally goes flies out the window in favor of both of you desperately chasing any stimulation you can get.

Seonghwa:

Ummm. K so I know that I write him as this supper intense dom most of the time, and I do think that's pretty accurate (he's just too much of a control freak) but if we're going by pure most to least likely he's gotta be up here. He would think about it logically. Biologically he knows he would get stimulation out if it, mans can power bottom like nobody's business if necessary, and it's not like he cares about the weird toxic masculinity part that makes a lot of men opposed. So logically I can't see him as unwilling to at least try it. I can't speak for the frequency or how it would go, because I simply can't tell, but there is a lil deep dark part of me that wants to believe that the right person could rip that control that he cherishes so much from his fingers and make him a perfect little baby boy sub so if that's you have at it.

Hongjoong:

It's not like he would bring it up or anything. It wouldn't even cross his mind. But if you brought it up with a compelling enough argument, he wouldn't be opposed. Yall would have to watch some pegging porn before to figure out what your both into regarding it. He wants to be fully informed before doing anything too crazy. But also he's like "momma didn't raise no quitter" so even if he's not 100% into it quite yet he's not gonna back down. And now that he knows what to do he is a force to be reckoned with. He's so incredibly sultry. Basically daring you to come and do something. Wants you to put him in his place just this once. The one reason he isn't higher up is the preparation part of it. He doesn't have a whole lot of time on his hands and it's not like pegging is something that can be rushed, he prefers the quicker, tried, and tested ways of getting you both off the majority of the time.

Wooyoung:

K so basically how I write these is I just start and the most and move my way down member by member. And that's how Wooyoung ended up here. I don't even think he wouldn't, I just think the other are more likely ya dig? For him it's a power dynamic thing, he isn't too hot on the idea of handing you that much power over him. So if you're looking for him to sub I don't think that will happen but if your ok with taking orders from the man you're pegging, while your strap is currently inside him then be my guest. Is just sort of like "hurry up" "if your gonna fuck me, do it right" now I'm not saying you have to sub though. Bring the dom on dom action with a lil "big talk from a man drooling over the strap in your ass" oop. I said it.

Yunho:

Is just apprehensive. He'll allow it just once to be sure that he knows how he feels about it, and if he likes it yall can carry on from there. It isn't even the pegging itself he's apprehensive about he's just not too adventurous and this is very new to him. Give him like a month after you first bring it up to actually initiate just to give him time to come to terms with it. Also, I feel like he wouldn't know how to act, he doesn't know if you are expecting him to be subby or what. You might have to take a more dominant role with him because otherwise, he will legit not know what to do. In the end, he is surprisingly compliant and definitely a little shy. Like he might shove his face in his pillow to block his noises cuz he's embarrassed. For him, it's nice to be taken care of for a change, though I don't think it's gonna become a routine because like I said, he isn't to adventurous and prefers the things he is comfortable with.

Jongho:

He is simply too scared. It's completely foreign to him that freaks him out. Like, he can't even imagine what that would feel like. It's not that he doesn't trust you, he is just very protective over his own body and has pretty clear boundaries. To him, it's almost like his body wouldn't feel like his own and he just can't get over that. I'm sorry I have nothing else to say.

[blackhakumen]

Mini Fanfic #776: Text Before Graduation (Persona 5)

Futuba: Ladies!!

Futuba: Gents!

Futuba: You will NOT believe what just happened today!!

Ren: I'm not gonna do the big speech after all?

Makoto: Ren.

Ryuji: Dude.

Ann: Don't even start

Haru: That's not the news Futuba is talking about at all.....

Ren: I know.

Ren: Just trying be hopeful is all.

Futuba: 'Kay. We'll DEFINITELY talk about all that later. But first, some exciting news are ahead!

Morgana: GUESS WHO'S FINALLY HUMAN FOR A DAY!?

Morgana: Real Human Boy!.jpg

Ann: ＼(◎o◎)／＼(◎o◎)／＼(◎o◎)／

Ren: Oh my god.....

Ryuji: HOLY FUCKING SHIT, DUDE!!!

Haru: RYUJI!!

Haru: What did I say about texting out cuss words in group chat with children present!?

Ryuji: Sorry. Sorry. I was just surprised is all.

Ryuji: But seriously tho, is ALL OF THIS FOR REAL, DUDE!?

Morgana: Yes, Ryuji. It's for real.

Morgana: I'm a human now! :D

Morgana: For the day at least lol.

Ann: OMFG MONA YOU'RE SO CUTE I JUST..... CAN'T!!!!! (≧▽≦)(≧▽≦) (≧▽≦)

Makoto: I agree. You look wonderful, Mona.

Lavenza: And very handsome too.

Morgana: Thanks, Lavenza ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Lavenza: (✿^‿^)

Yusuke: Did your wish of being one has finally been answered?

Morgana: Not exactly. I asked Ludwig to make me a potion to make me human for day so I can be able to see you guys graduation tonight.

Ren: Neat. We're happy for you, kiddo.

Ryuji: Yeah. Being a human makes you feel alive now, doesn't it?

Morgana: You know it!

Morgana: This maybe a one time opportunity, but I'm still gonna enjoy every moment of it!

Futuba: We're gonna be with ya no matter what! (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Morgana: Never doubted that for a second, Futuba. Thanks.

Makoto: Speaking of which, Haru, where are you guys right now?

Haru: We're just leaving out beauty salon and finding ourselves something to eat.

Lavenza: Ms. Haru wanted to receive a "Graduation Makeover" before the ceremony begins in the next couple of hours.

Ann: Cool. Shiho and I are getting ready ourselves. Looking our best and whatnot.

Makoto: Sis is helping me get ready too. Which reminds me.....

Makoto: Ren, have you been able to write down your speech yet?

Ren: I did.

Ren: Still not sure it's gonna be good tho....

Futuba: What kinda speech you gotta do, Ren-Ren?

Ren: A Graduation Speech. I was nominated to do at some point during the ceremony.....

Makoto: You'll do just fine out there, Ren-Ren. Trust us.

Ryuji: Makoto's right, man.

Ryuji: Remember that speech you did on your birthday?

Ryuji: You totally nailed that one mo problem!

Ren: Yeah. But only because you guys and everyone else in the mansion were there to see it.

Ren: Meanwhile, there's gonna be a crap ton of people in the ceremony. Sone of which I don't even know, some that might have high expectations of me, and with the exception of you guys, Shiho, Mishima, Eiko, and even Kawakami Sensei, I'm pretty sure everyone else in school still doesn't like me.

Ann: I'm sure most of the people in school has already warmed up to you as of late.

Ann: And even then, u shouldn't have to worry about them or anyone else in the audience think. Just have the same confidence u been having ever since you first came to Shiyuba and you'll be just fine.

Ren: That's almost easier said then done really....

Ren: What if I randomly mess up?

Yusuke: Then you simply keep going and never look back. It'll be less stressful that way.

Haru: You've endured so much since when we first met you. Your false accusations, the mementos, even the Smash Tournament.

Morgana: And against all odds, you were still able to pull through in the end.

Futuba: Which is all the more reason why you shouldn't back this one out.

Futuba: We believe you, bro. Always.

Lavenza: I wholeheartedly agree with everyone on this, Joker. You must gain more confidence in yourself.

Lavenza: You are the chosen one after all. (｡•̀ᴗ-)✧

Ren: You guys really believed in me that much, do you?

Ryuji: We've always believe in you, man. And so does the boss and almost everyone in Smash Family.

Makoto: We love you so much, Ren. And we'll always be there for you no what anyone else says.

Ren: I knew I see you all as my real family for a reason......

Ren: I love all of you too.

Ren: And it might not be important to tell you all this, but... I'm already in tears lol.

Ren: The Crying Joker.jpg

Makoto: Oh honey~ I'll be sure to give you lots of love once my sister and I get to the café

Ryuji: Already on my way right now. Ain't no way I letting my bro cry us on now lol!

Ann: Neither am I!

Yusuke: Nor me as well.

Haru: We are also on our way to to café too, Ren-Ren!

Haru: You better prepare yourself for the bestest group hug of your life!~

Futuba: YEAH!

Ren: Sure thing, guys lol.

Ren: By the way, Morgana, you're having a good time being a human so far?

Morgana: Oh definitely. The salon was great and the burger we ate was pretty good.

Futuba: He even get to hold hands with a certain velvet girl every time we take scroll~

Morgana: NO I HAVEN'T!!!

Futuba: You so did! Haru and I were there to witness it.

Lavenza: I can conjure on saying that what Futuba is stating is true. Mona-Chan and I have been holding hands since we left the mansion.

Lavenza: It makes me happy to see that he cares about me ever so much. ( ꈍᴗꈍ)

Futuba: Holding Hands!.jpg

Ren: Now that's adorable.

Makoto: I agree. It's so cute!~

Haru: I knooooow!~ I couldn't stop gushing about earlier!~

Ann: I just told Shiho about and we're already gushing about it RIGHT. NOOOOOOW!!!~ (≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)(≧▽≦)

Ryuji: Oh I am SO gonna tease you about this, cat! >:)

Yusuke: Maybe I should create a reincarnation of this in my paintings....

Morgana: ALRIGHT, LISTEN!

Morgana: I only hold her just to make sure that neither of us get close to the road. THAT'S. ALL.

Morgana: Nothing more! Nothing less.

Haru: It's okay, sweetie. We believe you.

Haru: Isn't that right, you guys?

Ren: Yeah.

Ryuji: Whatevs.

Makoto: Of course.

Yusuke: If you say so.

Ann: Whatever you say~

Futuba: I still ship it.

Morgana: CAN WE NOT, FUTUBA!?

Lavenza: What does "Ship it" means, Mona-Chan?

........................................................

Morgana facepalms himself as he continues texting.

........................................................

Morgana: I tell you about it, later, Lavenza.......

Kazooie Joins the Chat......

Kazooie: Hey. I don't wanna alarm u guys or anything, but we saw some blue haired kid earlier ago in the mansion that sounds EXACTLY like Mona!

Morgana: That's because that blue haired kid was me, Kazooie.

Morgana: I'm a human now!

Futuba: Human Morgana!.jpg

Kazooie: Huh.

Kazooie: Well, I'll be damned......

Kazooie: Not bad. I'm happy for ya, squirt.

Morgana: Thanks!

Kazooie: Also I've just seen the messages you posted just now and I agree.

Kazooie: You and the white haired girl look cute together.

Futuba: RIGHT!?

Morgana: KNOCK IT OFFFFF!!!!

@keyenuta

@caleb13frede

@princekirijo

@26shann

@cyber-wildcat

@albion-93

@ma-lemons

[infernwetrust]

To Take Care Of [Duncan Shepherd x Jim Mason] Part 2

PART 1

Summary: Duncan comes to visit Jim in California one last time.

Warnings: PURE SMUT, fluff, angst, swearing, drug use, emotional

WC: 3.0k

A/N: I can’t believe I literally cried writing this at 6AM lmao. If anyone likes to listen to music while they read for a real tear-jerker, I was listening to Show You by Kasbo the entire time that I was writing this. Thank you for reading! -Juno

GIF by langdonsblood

The entirety of dinner, Duncan and Jim never once stopped speaking. What they could eat in an hour turned into 2 because they always had a lot of catching up to do when Duncan was back in town or if Jim went down to D.C. It was a sight to see and the both of them couldn't stop giggling about it; how completely opposite the two dressed in the styles that they taught each other about. And when Duncan got up to stretch before clearing the table, Jim's eyes shot straight down to the print between his legs. Jim was always staring at Duncan when he had the chance. Whether it be because he simply adored the man or because he was beyond horny, he could almost never take his eyes off Duncan Shepherd if it was just the two together.

After dinner, the two made their way into the parking garage of Jim's apartment complex and into his car where they shared a joint or two... or three. It's a good thing that Jim always kept a case of water bottles in his trunk because both of them had a very serious case of cotton mouth.

"Fuck, I can't drink it fast enough." Duncan said as he gulped his water down and his cotton mouth still wasn't going away. High off his ass, Jim bursted into giggles at his boyfriend's failed attempt to get his mouth and throat wet. Mouth full of water because he happened to be drinking, of course he sprayed most of it all over his dress shirt.

"Guess I gotta take it off now." Jim said, still giggling.

"No, no." Duncan replied, licking his lips and watching as the water soaked through the material, exposing Jim's toned chest. "Leave it on."

"Okaaaaay." Jim threw his head back, sighing happily before returning his gaze back to Duncan. "So how long is this trip?"

"It isn't." Duncan answered, his eyes glossy from his high.

"What do you m-,"

"I'm not going back to D.C., Jim. I- I'm leaving everything behind. So that we don't have to keep doing this. I miss you a lot when I'm gone. No amount of texts, calls, and video chats can compare to just being here with you."

"Duncan are you se-,"

"Yes. Remember when I told you a couple months ago that I was working on something huge?"

"Yeah." Jim answered, his voice trying hard not to crack.

"I sold what I could and packed what I could. I'm having a couple things shipped down here. And I knew that if I told you while I was back in Washington you'd try to stop me, so I just did it, slowly. I'm discussing buying a house with a couple property owners out here, just have to go see them in person. I was hoping that you would mo-," Jim cut Duncan off, slamming his lips against his in a fiery kiss as he finally let some of his tears go.

"Duncan..." he said as he pulled away, leaving his forehead against his. "I always could of just moved to D.C. You know I'd drop everything for you."

"I know, but I didn't want to. You have a nice little life here in LA and out of PV. It's simple. You're away from the lime light. Private life. DC was so hectic and I was so stressed all the time. Being here with you and loving you, the sand in my toes, a whole lotta margaritas and vodka cranberries, and some of the best sex I've ever had." Jim blushed at Duncan's words.

"California is an interesting place, I can say that for sure. I love it here."

"That's something someone not from California would say." Jim chuckled, causing Duncan to laugh.

"Besides." Duncan continued. "You're still so young and full of life, Jim. DC will suck that right out of you. It's only good for a visit, I promise you that. I've never felt so fucking old."

"Duncan you're only 33."

"And you're 27."

"You're not old, Dunc. At all."

"Oh, I know that now that I've actually been doing things other than working." He winked at Jim.

"And when you're like 76 and I'm like 70, you'll still be my sexy young man."

"Very funny."

"Duncan, I love you." Jim said, turning his body slightly in his seat so that he could face Duncan a little bit better.

"I love you too."

The two sat in silence for a while, staring at each hazy eyed before their gazes finally drew their lips together again, but this time they kissed hungrily. They were handsy.

"No. Not here." Duncan moaned out as Jim's lips made their way to the side of his face and down to his neck.

"Okay. Okay. Fine. C'mon though." Jim quickly hopped out the car, Duncan following behind him. Locking the doors behind them, the two ran through the parking garage like teenage boys; giggling as Jim looked back at Duncan who was hot on his heels. When they got in the elevator, Duncan pinned Jim up against the wall, putting his lips back on his in a breathy kiss filled with hard pants and their hands roamed freely once again. Duncan gripped Jim's ass tightly, pulling him closer, when the elevator dinged. Jim grinned against Duncan's lips before taking off again down the hall. Another chase that Duncan somehow managed to keep up with. How he managed Jim's level of energy he was unsure of, but he loved it anyway.

Jim couldn't get his keys in the door fast enough, pushing it open immediately as soon he heard the click. He tossed his keys on the counter and Duncan pounced on him again. This time, he picked Jim up, Jim wrapping his legs around his waist in yet another steamy kiss, Duncan carrying him to the bed. Jim left his shades open, the moonlight that shined brightly through his window being the only source of light they had to guide them. Duncan set Jim down by the bed, quickly pulling his hoody over his head before ripping Jim's shirt clean off. Jim, too high off marijuana and Duncan's love, didn't seem to care as he fumbled with his belt before finally unbuttoning his slacks and pulling them down.

Duncan pushed Jim down onto the bed before pulling his sweats down. He climbed on top of him, sinking between his legs, planting soft kisses along the surfer boy's neck as he grinded against him through the material of his boxers. Soft kisses were soon turned into harsh sucks and love bites as Duncan left behind a few hickeys on his neck and chest. Jim whimpered underneath him, thrusting upwards for a little more friction, but Duncan planted him back down, thrusting right back. The both of them loved the feeling of the other growing hard in response to each other's touch.

Jim's breathing got heavier as Duncan trailed his tongue down his chest down to his abdomen and just above the hem of his underwear. He slowly pulled them down, leaving kisses and bites on Jim's thighs. Jim let out a low hum in approval before Duncan put him inside of his mouth.

"Mmmmm, Dunc." Jim moaned as he got to work on him. Duncan moved slowly at first, swiveling his tongue over the head. Jim propped himself up on his elbows to get a better view. He bit down on his bottom lip as his breathing became uneven. He gripped the bedsheets beside him, slowly moving his hips to try and match Duncan's rhythm. But then Duncan sped up, completely throwing Jim off. And he was a mess again, slumping back down into his mattress as he let out a deep moan. He grabbed a nearby pillow, throwing it over his face attempting to keep himself from getting to loud, but he knew was pointless. Duncan pushed Jim all the way to back of his throat, allowing for Jim to thrust even further upwards as he bit down hard on the pillow.

"Fuck." he growled as he sunk his hips back down, allowing for Duncan to start bobbing his head back up and down. He was sloppy now, slobbering all over Jim as he moaned, groaned and whined. Tossing the pillow to the side, his hands found their way in Duncan's hair, tugging gently as he brought him closer and closer to the edge.

"Fuck, baby. I'm so close." Jim moaned out, but Duncan didn't stop. Using one of his hands he massaged Jim's balls. His stomach twitched and he knew he was close and when he was right there about to spill over, Duncan stopped, flipping him over into his stomach. He quickly pulled his boxers off, getting his hand wet enough and stroking himself a few times before pouring himself inside of Jim.

"Shit..." Duncan mumbled as Jim's walls wrapped around him, inviting him in. "Still so nice and so warm." Jim bit down on his pillow for the second time tonight. Duncan slapped his ass before he began sliding in and out of Jim whose leaking erecting rubbed back and forth against the soft and warm sheets.

"Missed you so much.." Jim said, barely above a whisper, but Duncan heard him.

"I missed you too." Duncan replied in his ear, speeding up his pace, his hips rocking back and forth. Pure nostalgia filled Jim as he Duncan fucked him with the same intensity he did the first night they met, the second time they got to see each other, and the night that they made it official. Submerged in a world of pleasure, Jim closed his eyes and replayed that memory again, vividly.

"Wanna go for a walk along the boardwalk?" Jim asked Duncan as he shoved his last piece of fried Oreo in his mouth. "And I don't knooooow, maybe tell me what's on your mind? You've been awfully quiet since we sat down to take a break."

"Yeah, come on." Duncan got up rather quickly. Jim got up too throwing his trash away before the two began their walk. They walked closely together, so close that Duncan managed to slip his hand into Jim's and the two intertwined fingers.

"So you're not mad at me for something?" Jim questioned, looking over at Duncan.

"Mad at you?" Duncan asked confused before finally sighing and stopping all together, standing completely in front of Jim.

"Well yeah, you haven't been-,"

"Jim, I love you."

"I know Dunc, I love you t-,"

"No, Jim. I LOVE you. I am IN LOVE with you. I can't keep visiting you and having you visit me and not letting you know how I feel. And you know I'm not all about labels, but this is a label I want. It's a label I need." Duncan poured out. "Every moment I spend with you, I've never felt so alive. Every call we make, every text we send, every time your name or face pops up on my phone, I'm flooded with nothing, but good memories.

"And I know I can come off as a little passive sometimes or shut down, but it was never because of you Jim. I have my own issues that I'm working on. Every time I have to leave or you have to leave, I start counting down the days until I can see you again. Jim you make me so so so happy." Duncan continued. "Fuck this is a lot, just be with me Jim. Please?"

Jim threw his arms around Duncan, pulling him into the tightest hug he could manifest and when he pulled back he pushed his lips up against his in an effort to not start crying in front of all these people.

"Duncan I-," but Jim couldn't even finish his sentence before he hung his head low, arms still wrapped around Duncan's neck.

"There you guys are!" Jim's sister, Medina shouted as walked over to the two. "We've been looking for you guys for a while." Duncan drew his attention away from an emotional Jim, to smile over at Medina.

"You just told him didn't you?" she questioned, smiling right back. When Duncan had landed in California a few days before he already knew what he wanted to tell Jim, but he was nervous and they had gotten so comfortable without their label, he didn't want to ruin that. So when the opportunity presented itself, he sat down with her and poured his heart out, to her, about her brother. She did nothing, but encourage him to go ahead and tell Jim how he was feeling. She wasn't going to let him know how crazy in love Jim was with him too. She wanted Jim to do that himself.

"You knew about this?" Jim snapped his head up to look around at his sister.

"I did."

"She did. She helped me, actually. This confession probably would have been waaaay worse had I not sat down and talked it out with Medina." And for a moment, Jim let go of Duncan, throwing his arms around his sister and lifting her up off the ground in a bear hug.

"Why are you so good to me?" Jim asked her.

"Remember when all we had was each other?" she asked back. "Everyone deserves a shot at happiness Jim and you helped me find mine, so why not bring you closer to yours, hm?" Jim chuckled as he put her back down, giving her boyfriend, Calvin, a fist bump before returning his attention back to Duncan.

"Duncan, I love you too. I'm in love with you." Jim breathed out quickly before his tears could catch back up to him. "And I have so much more to say, but I'm trying so hard not to cry. For a fucking brick wall at times you sure are a tear-jerker. And be yours? I was already yours, Duncan. In my heart, I was already yours. No one was ever going to take me away from you."

"Picture pleaseeeeeee." Medina squealed as she took her phone out of her backpack. "This is too good of a moment to not capture on camera."

"Think you can hold your tears back one more time for a photo, boyfriend?" Duncan questioned, Jim's heart fluttering at the word.

"Shit, I don't know, but it has to be quick." Jim said, a mixture of laughter and a cry. "Because it's coming."

"Jim?" Duncan called out, pausing his thrusts as he held onto Jim's hips. "Why are you crying? Am I hurting you? Do you need me to stop?"

"God, no, Duncan." Jim said. "Keep going. Please. You make me so so so happy." Those words alone were enough for Duncan to realize that he and Jim were thinking about the same memory. And with our further question and without pulling out, he flipped Jim over, so that he was now on his back.

"Just like old times, huh, ocean eyes?" Duncan asked Jim, biting his lip at him. The familiar nickname gave Jim goosebumps. The moonlight illuminated the both of them to each other perfectly, casting shadows around the rest of the apartment.

"Mhmmmmm." was all Jim could get out before Duncan kissed him, slowly, tenderly, and sloppily as he slowly began to move himself in and out of him. Jim's hands tangled their way into Duncan's hair as the kiss deepened and so did Duncan's movements. He took long, deep, and slow strides in and out of Jim, wanting him to feel each and every one of them. They whispered sweet words to one another between their heavy breaths and moans.

Jim wrapped his legs around Duncan as his own pre-cum pooled and pooled against his stomach and he wanted nothing more than for Duncan to take him there again. Duncan took this as an invitation to speed up, moving a pillow behind Jim's head so that it wasn't slamming into the headboard. It was messy now, erratic, Duncan's movements. The both of them were struggling to keep themselves together, struggling to keep each other together with how good they felt. Jim clawed everywhere, especially at Duncan's hips, in an attempt to pull him right back into him when he would thrust out.

"Right there... right there... right there." Jim moaned every time Duncan slammed into his spot and before he knew it, he was coming undone underneath Duncan, hands free. Duncan noticing, grabbed Jim's cock pointing it upwards so that it painted him instead of Jim, stroking him fast as an aid. Duncan's name left Jim's mouth repeatedly as he let go, gripping at Duncan's thighs as hard as he could to stop himself from shaking uncontrollably.

The sight alone was enough to send Duncan over the edge and threw his head back, moaning out Jim's name in return as he pushed all the way in, holding himself there, releasing all of himself deep inside of Jim. He rode out his orgasm before pulling out. He was going to grab for a towel when Jim yanked him back down on the bed, climbing on top of him. He slowly trailed his tongue across Duncan's chest, getting up every last bit of himself.

"Faster clean up." Jim mumbled against Duncan's lips before laying against him all together. Duncan pulled the covers up over them before wrapping his arms around Jim, when Jim heard him sniffle. "Are you crying now?"

"No." Duncan said, obviously lying.

"Uh huh.." Jim said propping his head up on Duncan's chest to look at him. "I love you."

"I love you too. But, um, above moving in with me once I get one of those houses; would you?"

"Of course. If it means that I don't have to go a couple months without seeing you, then of course." Duncan smiled, kissing Jim on his forehead.

"Never have to worry about that again."

"Good..." Jim mumbled, beginning to doze off. Within a few minutes, Duncan found himself asleep, right along with him. Home.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake  @xavierplympton @guiltyfiend @mikhalxngdon​ @theneverendinghunger​

[headcanonsandmore]

Thank you! :) I'm so glad you're enjoying the series!

As I suspected you would, mate, and I can't say I remotely blame you. Tegan is The Most Character Ever.

Oh, Vicki absolutely KNOWS. XD I mean, who wouldn't notice?

I knooooow; Nyssa is literally her own worst enemy here. :(

Tegan is SO oblivious and adoring, isn't she. :)

It's about the softness.

Poor Nyssa really doubts herself. :(

THE SOFTNESS STRIKES AGAIN

GET YOUR GIR, TEGAN!

"Brigadier, your methods have all the refined subtlety of a bull in a china shop" XD

Gotta love that for Vicki XD

Poor Nyssa, having to deal with Vicki not-so-quietly trying to get her and Tegan closer XD

The brig needs to be told.

Oh, what indeed XD

Yeah, Benton, tell him! Did I mention I adore Benton? XD

Hehe Nyssa getting her flirt on in cramped space. XD

Benton and Tremas organising the indestructible wedding over here like it's no biggie.

Me too, mate; Vicki is so much fun to write in this role. XD

Not the meaning I intended with that, but sure! XD

YEEEES; SHE WORKED IT OUT! So glad to have Tegan realise it. As I said in the notes, I did debate not having Tegan realise until way later in the fic, but I decided against this; this is way more fun.

Thank you so much, mate! I'm so glad you're enjoying this series (and I will never not love a detailed review)! :)

'Stand and Deliver!', Chapter Seven

Summary: In the aftermath of Tegan kissing the phantom (Nyssa) on the cheek, the parsons daughter struggles to hold back her feelings for Tegan. However, Tegan's visit to the parsons house the very next morning may just make things more difficult. And when will Tegan realise that the woman she loves and the mysterious masked figure are one and the same? Read on, dear readers, and find out…

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My apologies for the delay with this chapter, everyone. Things have still been pretty busy IRL, but I hope you enjoy this chapter despite the wait.

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Read on AO3.

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‘Nyssa?’

Nyssa Traken heard a knocking at her bedroom door. Dimly, she opened her eyes.

The dim light of the winter sun was peaking gently through the curtains. With a yawn, she sat up in bed, shivering slightly at the sudden cool air against her hands, neck and face. She was glad of the hair covering that she wore to bed.

‘Good mo-or-rning, father,’ she said, stifling another yawn. ‘I must have overslept.’

‘No matter,’ said Tremas, through the door. ‘It is barely eight in the morning. I’m surprised; you went to bed fairly early.’

‘Oh,’ Nyssa started. ‘Yes, I suppose I must have worn myself out yesterday.’

Well, that was true, in a way. Although not in the way her father thought.

Tremas suggested she get dressed and come downstairs for breakfast, and Nyssa agreed. As she heard the sounds of her fathers’ footsteps grow quieter down the corridor, Nyssa gave another yawn and climbed out of bed.

She crossed the room to a small table, on which was placed a large bowl and a jug filled with water. She emptied the contents of the jug into the bowl, and duly washed her face, taking care not to press the soap too closely against her skin. Her father, being a clergyman, could not rationalise the buying of gentle soaps. Nyssa didn’t mind.

Besides, the coldness of the water helped to ignore the beating of her heart as she remembered the events of the previous evening.

She pressed a hand gently against the spot of her cheek where Tegan Jovanka’s lips had touched, and felt her entire face flush. Her heart beat frantically through her chest, and she was suddenly aware of a warmth sparking gently between her thighs, which she did her best to ignore.

Nyssa raised a hand to her forehead, feeling the rush of heat across her skin, and dearly wishing that her mind would stop revisiting the moment when Tegan Jovanka had kissed her.

Kissed her.

Tegan Jovanka had kissed her.

Good grief. Tegan; an enigma wrapped in a mystery wrapped in a very flattering skirt.

Nyssa’s mind drifted to a sonnet by William Shakespeare that she had once read;

“Shall I compare thee to a summers day?

Thou art more lovely and more temperate.

 Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,

And summers lease hath all too short a date.”

But perhaps that sonnet did not match? No, she decided, it did not. Nyssa’s mind quickly jumped to one that did;

“Let me confess that we two must be twain,

Although our undivided loves are one,

So shall those lots that do with me remain,

Without thy help, by me be borne alone…”

Nyssa let out a sigh, before removing her nightdress and continuing to wash herself.

About ten minutes later, she had finished washing and had gotten dressed. Pulling a brush gently through her long brown hair, Nyssa sat on her bed, listening inattentively to the sounds of the robins chirping in the bare trees outside her window.

There was another knock at the door.

‘Miss Nyssa?’

‘Good morning, Vicki; please come in, I’m dressed.’

The young girl entered the room, closing the door behind her.

‘I thought it best not to wake you when I left the room earlier. You have slept in quite a long time this morning.’

‘I think I must have been worn out from the events of yesterday.’

‘Well, you wouldn’t believe this; I just popped into the village shop for some things and -would you believe it- apparently Miss Tegan was rescued from a robber by the phantom last night!’

Nyssa froze for a split second, hand curled around her brush, before continuing.

‘Good grief, is Tegan well?’

‘Very much so, but her parents were so glad to have her safely returned home.’

‘I’m not surprised. They must have been worried sick.’

‘The phantom seems to like Tegan a lot, don’t they.’

‘I suppose,’ Nyssa said. ‘Tegan seems to like them a fair amount too.’

‘What do you mean by that?’

‘O-oh, nothing. I think I ought to head over to the inn later to welcome Tegan home; would you like to accompany me?’

‘Thank you,’ Vicki said. ‘But I think Miss Tegan would appreciate that more from you than from me?’

‘W-what do you mean?’

Vicki smiled.

‘You two are close friends, after all. She would want to hear you are relieved that she is returned to Crofters Lodge safe and sound.’

‘Oh. Yes, I suppose she would be.’

Vicki smiled, and left the room, the door closing gently behind her.

Nyssa thought to herself. Yes, she and Tegan were close friends, weren’t they. They had been close since they were children and, while Tegan had been away, Nyssa had missed her dearly. She knew that Tegan had missed her too although… she feared that it was not in the same way. Not to the same extent that Nyssa had missed her. And, while she hoped that maybe Tegan’s feelings to her were not simply that of a platonic nature, she also feared that she was simply over-thinking. Over-analysing. Like she always seemed to.

She hoped that Tegan would be glad Nyssa was relieved for her being safe. In fact, she knew that Tegan would be. Tegan -kind, sweet, wonderful Tegan- would absolutely be glad.

And yet… and yet…

She’d prefer the phantom, though, wouldn’t she? Nyssa thought, sadly, as she tied her hair-covering under her chin and picked up her pinafore to wrap around the front of her dress.

*

The door opened.

‘Good morn-Tegan!’

Nyssa’s face flushed a deep shade of scarlet. The parsons daughter put a hand up to cover her mouth in astonished embarrassment. She was wearing a pinafore around her dress. Around her head was neatly tied a scarf, out of which a few strands of her curly brown hair were dangling. Her forehead was covered in perspiration. She had clearly been in the middle of cleaning.

Standing a couple of feet away from the door, Tegan stared at her in confusion.

‘Good morning, Nyssa,’ she said, inclining her head to one side. ‘Are you feeling unwell?’

‘U-unwell?’

‘Your face… it’s bright red.’

‘O-oh, no; I’m fine, thank you!’ Nyssa exclaimed, with a nervous laugh. ‘Just a little warm from my chores. H-how can I help you, Tegan?’

‘Er….’ Tegan said, momentarily bewildered. A flustered Nyssa was not something she was used to dealing with, although she had to admit the effect was not unpleasant. ‘My mother thought Vicki could do with some home-cooked baked goods; bit of a comfort for her, you see.’

‘Oh, that’s lovely!’ Nyssa said, with a smile that brought the dimples to her cheeks. ‘Er, please come in.’

Tegan stepped inside, and Nyssa closed the front door. Following the younger woman along the short corridor to the kitchen, Tegan reflected that, while the pastors home was not especially large, it was certainly comfortable nonetheless, with well-made curtains covering the windows and a pleasant sort of smell.

The two young women entered the kitchen, and Tegan placed the large basket she was carrying onto the decently-sized kitchen table. She then opened the top of the basket, and duly began to unpack the wares that her mother had placed inside.

‘Oh, let me help you…’

Nyssa came to stand beside her, and reached towards the top of the basket at the same moment Tegan did.

Their hands bumped softly together, and Nyssa seemed to freeze. Tegan stared at her, in amazement, as the parsons daughter began to flush once again. With a sudden start, Nyssa pulled away, blinking quickly.

‘M-my apologies,’ Nyssa stammered, seemingly unable to meet Tegan’s eyes.

Tegan set the pastries down on the table, and turned to Nyssa, taking a step towards her. She reached over and placed a hand on Nyssa’s forehead.

‘Nyssa, you’re burning up!’

‘N-no, I’m perfectly fine,’ Nyssa stammered, pulling away again.

‘I didn’t think you’d be this flustered just remembering our dancing!’

‘O-oh, well I suppose I don’t dance very often,’ Nyssa said, rather quickly. ‘I’ll be fine in a moment. Anyway… Vicki told me that the phantom rescued you from a robber last night.’

‘Er… something like that,’ Tegan said, with a shrug. ‘They were a gentleman about it.’

‘I’m sure they were, Tegan. Besides,’ Nyssa said, with a smirk. ‘I doubt the phantom would be able to stand up to your temper if they tried to push their luck.’

‘Cheeky but accurate,’ Tegan chuckled.

‘Are you… well, Tegan?’

‘I am,’ Tegan said, smiling. ‘But I appreciate your concern, Nyssa. You’re too good for this world.’

Nyssa’s face seemed to flush again. Once again, Tegan was struck not only by how beautiful Nyssa looked when flustered, but also by the delight she felt that she was responsible for it. She could get used to this, all too easily.

‘I bet you’d rather be with the phantom right now,’ Nyssa said, with a little sigh that seemed to escape her lips without her realising it.

‘Don’t be daft,’ Tegan said, with a sudden fierceness. ‘You think I’d rather be in danger on a rainy night instead of here with you? Come off it, Nys…’

Tegan leaned over and wrapped her arm around the younger woman’s shoulders. Nyssa seemed to freeze for a second, before relaxing and leaning into Tegan’s touch, head resting slightly against Tegan’s head. Her eyes fluttered shut.

‘I know,’ Nyssa said, softly. ‘But still; it’s more exciting with the phantom than with the pastors daughter, isn’t it.’

‘Dangerous, yes. I don’t know if I’d want to make a habit of it. Whereas I do like making a habit of being around you, Nys. You… you know that, right?’

Nyssa smiled, dimples showing in her cheeks.

‘That means the world to me, Tegan. Even if…’

‘What?’

‘Nothing. Just… thank you.’

Tegan couldn’t help but wonder if Nyssa wasn’t telling her something. Almost as if…

But, no, Nyssa wouldn’t know that. She certainly wouldn’t have known that Tegan had kissed the phantom on the cheek.

Tegan felt a wave of guilt erupt in her stomach. What had she been thinking? Was she really so miserable pining after Nyssa that she had decided to randomly kiss a highway… person of questionable gender?

But it wasn’t as if she could ever kiss Nyssa, after all. What did she have to lose?

Tegan rested her head against the side of Nyssa’s. Moments like this were probably the closest she would ever get to… well, she knew exactly what. Soon enough, Nyssa would be married to some man and Tegan would be stuck having to bury her feelings completely for the rest of their lives. It wasn’t fair.

Oh, damn it to hell!

Tegan turned her head and, before she could talk herself out of it, pressed a kiss to Nyssa’s cheek.

It was barely more than a touch, but Tegan felt that -for all its brief second of lips on skin- she could happily live in that moment for the rest of her life.

Nyssa seemed to freeze slightly but did not otherwise react.

‘Any… particular reason for that?’

‘Er… do I need one?’

Nyssa’s mouth widened into a large smile that showed off her dimples.

‘No,’ she said, softly. ‘I suppose you don’t. But… thank you, anyway.’

 ‘You’re most welcome,’ Tegan said, returned the smile in kind.

The two of them stood companionably for a moment before Tegan realised that it was maybe a little too long to be stood like this. With regret, she removed her arm from around Nyssa, and looked around the room, searching for something to converse about.

There was a small portrait hanging on the wall. It was a charcoal piece, displaying a young man. He had Pastor Tremas’s eyes. Tegan recognised him dimly from their childhood.

‘I thought I knew that face,’ she said, gesturing to the portrait with a tilt of her head. ‘He moved away a few years before I did, didn’t he?’

‘My brother, Turlough,’ Nyssa replied, with a nod. ‘Yes; he currently lives in York.’

‘Is he still as annoying as ever?’

‘Tegan!’ Nyssa exclaimed, but with a laugh that removed any sort of reproach. ‘Well, I never found him especially annoying.’

‘You’re lucky, then; most siblings continue it their first duty to be a source of irritation for each other.’

Nyssa gave a giggle, cheeks dimpling. Tegan smiled in return, enjoying the merriment on the other young woman’s features. Rather nice features, as she well knew. Yes, she definitely felt happier with the world when Nyssa Traken was laughing at a remark she had offered.

‘Works in the clergy, doesn’t he?’

‘Yes,’ Nyssa said. ‘Father wrote him a letter of recommendation. I believe he is hoping to be given his first parish soon.’

‘I still can’t believe you two are siblings,’ Tegan said. ‘He’s got your fathers eyes but you barely look alike.’

‘Well, father has always told us that I take after our late mother.’

Nyssa gestured to another portrait that was hanging on the wall. Again in charcoal, but this time of a woman in her thirties. Like Nyssa, she had a rounded face, curly hair and kind eyes. The portrait was dated from roughly ten years before.

Tegan ignored the spasm of guilt that beset her stomach. She knew that Nyssa’s mother had died some years back, and that Nyssa would feel no ache that the subject had been brought up. But she couldn’t help it.

‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have-’

‘Oh, please don’t apologise,’ Nyssa said, with a smile. ‘Her memory is a blessing.’

‘I think she’d be so proud of the woman you’ve become.’

The words were out of Tegan’s mouth before she could stop herself, and froze as Nyssa’s eyes widened. A slight blush appeared on Nyssa’s delicate features, and she raised a hand to cover her mouth.

‘I…’ she started, before pausing again. ‘Thank you, Tegan. I… I like to believe she would too.’

There was a very dense pause as the two young women stared at each other.

‘Y-you’re welcome,’ Tegan said, words tumbling over her tongue. ‘Most welcome.’

Nyssa smiled, before turning her attention to the large hamper.

‘Your mother had outdone herself once again.’

‘And she knows it,’ Tegan chortled. ‘But I will pass on the compliment. I hope Vicki enjoys them.’

‘I’m sure she will. I think she’s settling in nicely.’

‘Let’s hope so. Lethbridge-Stewart seems to be making rather a lot of hubbub in the village,’ Tegan said. ‘It can’t be easy for Vicki, hearing so much talk of highwaymen.’

‘Yes, I have heard that he’s ruffled a few feathers.’

‘I’d have thought that you’d be supporting him, Nyssa,’ Tegan said, with a smirk as she nudged the younger woman playfully with her elbow. ‘You weren’t exactly fond of the phantom a while ago.’

‘Well…’ Nyssa said, with a smile that brought out her dimples again. ‘The phantom has saved your life a few times since then, so I suppose I’m a little more forgiving now.’

‘Rather fond of me, then?’

Nyssa’s cheeks turned a delicate shade of pink.

‘You could say that, yes.’

Tegan ignored the happy jump of her heart.

‘Hello, Miss Tegan.’

The two women jumped apart, as Vicki entered the room. The young girl didn’t seem to notice this response, and instead craned her neck to look into the basket.

‘Oh, are these from your mother, Miss Tegan?’

‘Yes,’ Tegan replied, feeling a little out-of-sorts. ‘How are you settling in, Vicki?’

‘Very well, thank you, Miss Tegan,’ Vicki said, with a short curtsey. ‘And my thanks to your mother for the wonderful cakes.’

‘Speaking of which,’ Nyssa said, picking up the basket. ‘I best put these in the pantry before they go dry.’

She then quickly left the room. Tegan found herself staring after the parsons daughter, her mind full of Nyssa saying that she was fond of Tegan.

‘How is Dan the donkey?’

Startled, Tegan turned to stare at Vicki.

‘I- sorry?’

‘Dan the donkey. You introduced Miss Nyssa to him on the night of the dancing, yes? He seems a very sweet creature.’

‘Nyssa told you about that?’

‘Yes, of course.’

‘Really?’

‘Of course. Well, Miss Nyssa mentions you a lot, you see.’

‘Er… does she?’

‘Yes,’ Vicki said, with an emphatic nod. ‘She often mentions your kindness, your compassion, your generosity, and the like.’

‘I… I see. Well, that’s very kind of her. She is a wonderful woman herself.’

‘The two of you are very close, it seems.’

Tegan froze slightly. But Vicki’s tone was one of cheerful frankness; she did not seem to mean anything subtextual with her words.

‘Yes,’ Tegan said. ‘We’re very close friends. I did miss her so when I was living in London.’

‘By the sounds of it, she missed you a lot too. I heard her the other day talking about how beautiful you were-’

‘Yes, thank you, Vicki,’ Nyssa said, bustling back into the room. Her cheeks were flushed again.

‘Thank you, Nyssa,’ Tegan said, looking at her with a soft smile. ‘I think you’re very beautiful too, but you already knew that.’

‘I… yes, I did know that you see me as such,’ Nyssa said, giving a very shy smile in return. ‘Thank you, Tegan.’

Vicki’s eyes flicked between the two older women, and her mouth hung open slightly.

‘Oh,’ the young girl said, softly. ‘I… I see.’

‘See what, Vicki?’ Nyssa said, raising an eyebrow as she turned to look at her.

‘Er… just that yourself and Miss Tegan are very close.’

Nyssa’s eyes met Tegan’s, and a small blush appeared on her cheeks.

‘I like to think so, yes,’ she said, with a smile.

‘I best… get on with my chores, in that case.’ Vicki said, quickly.

‘Chores? Vicki, I’ve already said that you don’t need to worry about that. I’ve already taken care of the-’

‘Nice to see you again, Miss Tegan,’ Vicki said, with a smile, before hurrying away.

Nyssa stared after the young girl in bewilderment.

‘Why do you think she did that?’

‘Er…’ Tegan mumbled. She had a distinct impression as to exactly why Vicki had just hurried away, leaving the two of them alone. And it terrified her; was she that obvious?

Yes, she probably was, given that Benton knew as well.

‘P-probably just nerves,’ she said, with a shrug. ‘She is still settling in, isn’t she.’

‘Yes, I suppose so,’ Nyssa said. ‘Well, she is approaching womanhood; I remember being that age.’

Tegan also remembered Nyssa at that age. It had been roughly the same time she knew that she herself would never fall for a man. Funnily enough, the two realisations had happened at the same time. Not that Nyssa needed to know that.

There was a knock at the door, and Tegan could hear the sounds of Vicki hurrying along the corridor to answer it. With a chuckle, Nyssa turned and headed out of the kitchen. Tegan took a deep breath and followed her.

*

Lethbridge-Stewart stepped through the doorway. He was followed by Benton, who grinned cheerfully at the three women.

‘Good morning, sir.’

‘Thank you, Miss Traken,’ said the older military man, with a curt nod. ‘I’ve come to speak with your father; top secret, I’m afraid.’

‘It’s about the highwayman activity, isn’t it?’ Tegan said, folding her arms and giving a chuckle.

Benton stifled a chortle as Lethbridge-Stewart frowned.

‘Miss Jovanka, I really think you ought to wait with Miss Traken while myself and Benton discuss the matter with the pastor.’

‘And do my needlework?’ Tegan said, raising an eyebrow. ‘You don’t know much about women, do you?’

‘She does have a point, sir,’ Benton added, cheerfully. ‘Tegan and Miss Nyssa are residents of the area, after all.’

‘It’s not open to discussion, Benton,’ Lethbridge-Stewart replied. ‘I can’t very well be revealing my plans to anyone who wants to- ah, Pastor Traken, just the man I wanted to see.’

Nyssa’s father had appeared, looking curious.

‘Good morning, sir,’ he said. ‘How may I be of help?’

‘I wish to discuss certain confidential matters with you, concerning my plans in the area-’

‘It’s about the highwayman activity, father,’ Nyssa interrupted.

Lethbridge-Stewart’s moustache quivered with irritation as both Tegan and Benton smothered their giggles. Nyssa, keeping her face calm, met Lethbridge-Stewart’s eye.

‘Oh, very well,’ said Pastor Traken. ‘Please, come through to my study.’

Benton sent an apologetic look over his shoulder at Tegan and Nyssa as he followed the other two men along the corridor.

‘I want to find out what’s happening,’ Tegan said, quietly. ‘Nyssa, is there a way of being able to eavesdrop?’

‘Eavesdrop over my father’s study, while he is discussing things with guests?’ Nyssa smiled knowingly. ‘Well, that would be a violation of their privacy, wouldn’t it?’

‘Sorry, I shouldn’t have-’

‘We best climb up into the attic; there’s a small gap between the study roof and the rafters.’

Tegan grinned.

‘You’re brilliant, you are.’

Nyssa giggled.

*

It was only when climbing under the rafters that Tegan realised the inherent danger of the situation.

In a dark, constricted area with Nyssa, where the only sounds were their own belaboured breathing.

The tiny gap inbetween the thatched roof and the room below was barely big enough for the two women to fit. Both of them had needed to kneel down on the spot, their faces now barely a few inches apart, their legs bent out at awkward angles on the ground. Tegan’s heart stammered as the warmth of Nyssa’s thigh pressed against her own.

Tegan’s shoulder was pressed against Nyssa’s, and she could have sworn that the younger woman seemed to melt into her slightly at their increased proximity. It was too dark to properly see, but a delicate blush seemed to have enveloped Nyssa’s features again. Her eyes fluttered slightly, long lashes batting. Tegan swallowed, thickly.

‘Nyssa?’

‘Fine,’ Nyssa whispered back, both of them careful not to speak loudly for fear of being discovered. The sudden deepness of her voice caused… certain thoughts to flash momentarily through Tegan’s mind. Thoughts that normally appeared during half-consciousness in the depths of night.

Tegan blinked quickly, ignoring the tremble of her inner thighs as a flash of heat surged through.

‘Well, Pastor,’ Lethbridge-Stewart was saying, in the study below. ‘I’m sure that my movements in the village are something of a mystery to you.’

‘No,’ replied the Pastor. ‘You’re investigating whether the phantom could be a villager, yes?’

There was a pause, and Tegan could have sworn that she heard Benton suppress a giggle.

‘Might I enquire,’ continued Lethbridge-Stewart. ‘How you came to know this?’

‘I’m afraid you have underestimated the power of gossip in a small, isolated village,’ chuckled Pastor Traken. ‘You are perhaps forgetting that my daughter is close friends with the daughter of the local innkeeper?’

Lethbridge-Stewart let out a harumph of irritation.

‘Nevermind, sir,’ said Benton, cheerfully. ‘You’re new to the area; Crofters Lodge is very different to London, after all.’

‘Yes, thank you, Benton,’ replied the military man. ‘Honestly, I didn’t think I’d need to worry about my movements being tracked by a bunch of-’

‘Very intelligent and capable young women,’ Benton finished. ‘We’re all very proud of them, aren’t we, Pastor?’

‘Oh, very much so,’ Nyssa’s father added. ‘My Nyssa is a wonderful young woman, as is Tegan.’

‘Yes, well…’ Lethbridge-Stewart mumbled. ‘Be that as it may, if we can return to the topic at hand…’

Nyssa giggled into Tegan’s ear.

‘This… phantom,’ Lethbridge-Stewart was saying. ‘When did he begin to appear?’

‘A while ago,’ Pastor Traken answered, slowly. ‘At first, we mainly heard rumours of a masked man protecting the local villagers from highwayman on the common. That would have been about… oh, a year and a half ago? But who knows how long the Phantom has been “operating” on the common, so to speak.’

‘Hmm,’ -Lethbridge-Stewart seemed to be writing this all down- ‘And the phantom only targets those of a certain social class?’

‘From what we can gather, yes. They are… something of a Robin Hood figure, I believe. Only the very wealthy are robbed by the phantom.’

‘Strange.’

‘Not that strange, sir,’ Benton added. ‘The Phantom does seem to have something of a code of honour. They avoid killing and seem to be… something of a gentleman with how they interact with the villagers.’

‘A gentleman highwayman?’ -Lethbridge-Stewart let out a derisive snort. ‘Benton, when you’ve seen as much of life as I have, you’ll come to see that a criminal is a criminal, no matter what… pretensions they may have. This phantom will be prosecuted to the full extent of the life, for armed robbery and theft.’

‘The phantom did save the life of my ward,’ Pastor Traken said, with something of a hurt tone of voice. ‘Surely that can be taken into account.’

‘Perhaps,’ Lethbridge-Stewart replied. ‘I will grant you, that is unusual for a highwayman; to do so with no thought of reward.’

There was the sound of the men getting to their feet.

‘If I may say so,’ said Lethbridge Stewart, ‘Miss Jovanka seems to be something of a bad influence on your daughter.’

‘I say so too,’ Nyssa whispered, into Tegan’s ear. ‘You do get me into mischief, do you not, Tegan?’

A shiver went up Tegan’s spine, and she bit her lip to stop herself from giggling, both from merriment and from nerves.

‘I think you’re being rather harsh, my good man,’ Pastor Traken replied, genially, from the room below. ‘Miss Jovanka has been a good friend to Nyssa for many years. Do you know that she invited Nyssa to the last dance at the inn? My Nyssa is something of a shy girl, so I was glad to see that she has such a good, warm friend to call her own.’

Tegan ignored the well of her heart at the pastors praise.

‘Very true, pastor,’ Benton added. ‘Tegan has always held Nyssa in great regard, and I am positive that regard is returned in kind.’

Tegan gritted her teeth. That settled it, she was going to murder Benton.

Nyssa’s enormous smile, despite the darkness of the passageway, was pretty evident to see.

Well, on reflection, maybe she should postpone Benton’s imminent demise.

‘Good day to you, sirs.’

‘And to you, Pastor.’

‘Benton, my boy,’ Pastor Traken continued. ‘Mrs Jovanka is not still trying to have you and Tegan engaged, is she?’

Benton gave an amiable laugh.

‘Thankfully not, sir; I wager Tegan would sooner marry Nyssa than marry me.’

‘Well, if the church was able to, I would certainly not object to performing the ceremony for Tegan to wed my Nyssa…’

The door closed as Benton and Pastor Traken left the study.

Tegan felt her pulse rate rise. Why had Benton mentioned her marrying Nyssa? And to Nyssa’s father, no less?

‘Marrying me, eh?’ Nyssa whispered. ‘What a thought, isn’t it, Tegan?’

‘Y-yes…’

Calm down, calm down, Tegan told herself, frantically, this doesn’t mean anything. Nyssa is just being merry, that is all. A merry joke, between two friends! Two friends who… have admitted that they both find the other beautiful and wonderful…

Rabbits!

‘Tegan…’ -Nyssa spoke, close to Tegan’s ear. ‘I… I need to…’

The innkeepers daughter froze, her blood pounding in her ears. Goosebumps erupted up the back of her neck, and her thighs shivered. The small space between them seemed to shrink, and Tegan was suddenly aware of how much of Nyssa was pressing against her in the small confines. Her heart hammering against her chest, Tegan’s mind reeled.

‘N-Nyssa?’

Indecision seemed to flash across Nyssa’s face, and Tegan was struck suddenly with a desire to wrap her arms around the younger woman, holding her close and tenderly. But before she had time to act on this sudden impulse, there was a cough from nearby.

‘Er… is this a bad time?’

Both Tegan and Nyssa startled, heads turning sharply to the source of the intruding voice.

Vicki was staring at them, with an apologetic grimace.

‘Sorry,’ the young girl said, looking between the two older women. ‘I didn’t mean to break up an intimate moment but-’

I-intimate moment? Tegan knew that her cheeks had flushed bright red, but she could do little else but stand, agape. Luckily, Nyssa didn’t seem to have noticed.

‘No need to apologise, Vicki,’ Nyssa said, climbing to her feet. ‘What is it?’

‘I thought I best let you know before Pastor Traken came back upstairs.’

Nyssa nodded, and reached out a hand to help Tegan to her feet, the two women walking -hunch over- towards the door where Vicki stood.

‘I’ll just make sure my father doesn’t notice our presence,’ Nyssa said, gently easing past Vicki and heading out of the passage, with barely a backwards glance at Tegan. The innkeepers daughter could have sworn, however, that a slight tremble shook Nyssa’s hand as she hurried away.

‘Are you well, Miss Tegan?’

Blinking quickly, Tegan turned to answer Vicki’s question.

‘Er, yes; thank you, Vicki.’

‘Think nothing of it, Miss Tegan,’ Vicki said, with a kind smile. ‘Besides, I know how much you and Miss Nyssa care for each other. I thought you might like some time to yourselves.’

‘W-what?’ Tegan stammered, eyes widening. ‘What are you-’

Vicki leaned forward and clasped Tegan’s hands in her, in something of a sisterly fashion.

‘I’m hoping for the best for you both,’ she said, grinning. ‘And wish you both all the happiness in the world.’

Tegan stared at her, agape, as the young girl squeezed her hands once more before dropping them and darting away with a parting grin.

Nyssa’s head reappeared through the door a moment later, looking at Tegan with a quizzical look after she noticed Tegan’s expression.

‘Tegan?’ Nyssa said. ‘Whatever is the matter?’

‘Nothing,’ Tegan replied, with a small smile. ‘Has your father noticed we were gone?’

‘I don’t believe so, no,’ Nyssa said, with a giggle. ‘Let’s hope he never suspects I had a young lady squished in with me inside such a small space; he’ll be rather surprised.’

‘Given that he seemed to have no qualms about me marrying you, I doubt he’d been that surprised.’

Nyssa’s face turned a beautiful shade of pink, and she giggled again, nudging Tegan with her shoulder as they headed back downstairs.

‘T-Tegan,’ Nyssa said, voice catching slightly as she -tentatively- looked under her eyelashes at the innkeepers daughter ,‘would you like to stay for lunch? We’d be most pleased to have you…’

*

Tegan climbed into bed that evening, tired but happy with the days events, her mind cheerfully recounting the emotions of being stuck inside that cramped space with Nyssa.

She ignored the heat prickling between her thighs, and turned over. It was no good thinking about that sort of thing, especially when it came to Nyssa. No matter that Tegan had been pressed up against her in all sorts of way that her mind refused to forget. No matter that Tegan’s unconscious mind would surely keep reliving those memories in her sleep. No matter that Tegan’s heart pounded as she remembered the huskiness of Nyssa’s breath against her skin.

No, instead she would focus on Nyssa without the physicality. There was surely nothing wrong with that. She tried to focus on having lunch with Nyssa, and the happy hours they had spent afterwards, discussing Ben and Polly’s engagement. It had been a wonderful afternoon, filled with many laughs. A few times, Tegan had found herself just gazing happily at Nyssa as the younger woman laughed at a remark Tegan had made, hand pressing softly against Tegan’s palm.

Nyssa, and her wonderful, kind smile.

Nyssa, and the soft dimples in her cheeks as she laughed.

Nyssa, and the delicate softness of her skin against Tegan’s.

Nyssa, and her gorgeous grey-green eyes.

Grey-green eyes… eyes…

Grey-green eyes?

Tegan turned and sat up in bed, her mind suddenly stumbling over itself. No… wait… hang on…

Grey-green eyes. Where had she seen such a pair of grey-green eyes before?

Her mind reeled, playing up the times where her own eyes had met that same shade. It had happened so often since she had arrived back on Sutton Common.  With the first being a pair of those grey-green eyes staring at her from behind a black mask.

The phantom.

The phantom had grey-green eyes. Very special grey-green eyes. The same exact shade of grey-green eyes.

The phantom, whose cheek had been of the same softness as the next person that Tegan had kissed on the cheek, the very next day.

Tegan fell back against her pillow, mouth hanging open as the pieces snapped together in her head. Her heart hammered against her chest, and her eyes widened in shock, in a horror mixed with a strange kind of giddy exhilaration. Her hands raised up to her mouth, covering the squeal that threatened to erupt.

Nyssa.

The phantom was Nyssa.

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Dun-dun-dun! And Tegan finally twigs!

You have no idea how nice it is to finally write Tegan discovering the identity of the phantom; at one point, I did seriously consider having her not realise until later on, but I just couldn't bare it. Hope you enjoyed the chapter; rest assured that things will begin to progress from here! Stay tuned!

[hhawkeye]

me at all points (with disclaimer that I know I talk about Hawkeye too much): can we meta about Margaret? can we? or Hawkeye's mom? or Carlye or Kyung Soon? or Peg even! just a lady for once and not always about the two white dudes!

oh peg the og blurry wife... what i wouldnt give to know Anything about you that isnt coming from bjs frankly unreliable perspective (I KNOW WHY WE DONT!! I KNOW i knooooow i know and appreciate the limited perspective and fact that we dont really properly see anyone from back home etc etc i know this. i enjoy it. but at the same time i can be mad about it!!!!!!!! same re: hawkeyes mom and his uhhhhh. rose tinted glasses outlook on his past and family and crabapple cove when i imagine in reality it probably. was not all that good considering we know hawkeye represses shit and is obviously romanticising due to being away for so long etc etc)

but RIGHT like. augghhhh i do see a lot of discussion on margaret out of any of the characters which like duh. shes a main character! but even then its... hardly anything compared to bj and hawkeye and actually like, even the bj/hawkeye meta is like. specifically beejhawk meta. it’s hardly ever just like “oh unrelated to the beejhawk thing here’s thoughts on their lives etc” yknow? it’s always gotta link back to beejhawk which is FINE i GET IT i understand. if not then why, etc, but come on!!!!!

like margaret is in literally (almost) every episode and she goes through SO MUCH development and change but everyone is like (mouth zipped closed emoji) and i just. ughhhhh. like im not one to talk bc in general i dont really. make big ass posts about ANY characters really or if i do theyre... incoherent rambling posts that nobody wants to read (THIS IS NOT ME BEING SELF DEPRECATING i am genuinely pissed off at myself for being Like That because i do know how to actually do proper character analysis etc i just.......... dont? bc brain broke and yknow. its fucking mash) but anyway its like. please. please i would like to see more margaret content

and christ the carlye stuff is soooo. like so much of it is just oh carlyes a bitch bc she didnt want to like, sit around and never feel fully like... valued? thats not the right word but augh. in her relationship w hawkeye and like. HELLO?

and kyung soon!!!!!!!!!! obv maddie horaetio had some AMAZING takes on that entire episode which <3 <3 <3 Yes. but in general she is so ignored and forgotten about even in the meta about hawkeyes manpain when hes being left behind!! (the classic “carlye left trapper left bj left”.... ok nobodys gonna mention kyung soon leaving? and how he took that personally even though it was like, his countrys fault actually, and he was not the one suffering there, and, and, and) which i know is partly because she is a one episode character who is never(?) mentioned again etc but its like. ok. yall talk about tommy all the time tho soooooooo........... no hate to tommy love his character love that episode but i mean. come the fuck on. youre telling me random white boy of the week is more interesting or has more like... potential? than kyung soon who literally held so many lives together at the cost of her own mental emotional and likely physical health because she HAD to and then she fell in love with someone who is literally! there! making things worse! even from the very start of the episode when he misjudges her and is like oh im sorry :( and its like ok lol you realise you have a LOT more to be sorry for right. but he does not realise this. because he is fucking stupid and barely realises he is part of the us military no matter how much he decries it like! god!

anyway whatever. again, long rambly post that is very disjointed and bad this is why my lecturers hated reading my first drafts of anything BUT YOU GET WHAT I MEAN AND I AGREE VERY MUCH. mx mash fandom unblur those wives

[neon-junkie]

The O’Driscolls Daughter - Chpt.1

Summary: You're Colms daughter, stubborn and temperamental like him, but you've got a kind heart and a soft spot for the poor stableboy that Colms gang torments.

Pairing: Kieran Duffy x f!Reader

Word Count: 3468

Rating: NSFW

Tags: Gang war, Colter, Grizzlies west, Strangers to friends to lovers, Slow burn, Flirting, Masturbation, Fantasies, Arguments, Fights.

Notes: UGH, more kieran stuff? yepppp.  I knooooow Colms gang has been around for only a decade but lets just pretend they've been around since before you were born :^) also, I think the Del Lobos don't appear at Lake Cairn till after Chapter 1 buuuut lets pretend theyre there for the sake of this fic.

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Colm O'Driscoll has laid with many women, though most were not consensual. You were the product of an odd affair, your mother actually falling for the man in his early years. She left you on his doorstep after Colm turned his back on her, calling her nothing more than a 'whore' and 'pity-fuck.' You had no idea who she was, and wouldn't be surprised if Colm had killed her long ago.

To everyones surprise, Colm actually took you in and raised you within the gang. He was a lousy excuse for a parent, barely being there for you throughout the years. You had no treasured memories of him, nothing normal like reading bedtime stories to you, playing games with you, spoiling you on your birthday. There were memoried you tried to treasure, like him teaching you how to shoot, hunt, and kill, but they were definitely not normal. Unfortunately, you had picked up a few of your father's traits, but thankfully not all. You were short-tempered, not afraid to snap, and would shoot first, question later. Oh, and you were just as wanted as Colm. You saw your first ever personal bounty poster at the age of ten. Colm had framed it in his cabin; that was one of the few times you'd seen him so proud.

You're in your early twenties and arguably second in command within your father's gang. Colms other right-hand man, Tom, considered himself to be next in line since he had known Colm since before you were born. Yours and Toms' relationship was... heated. Colm knew the two of you didn't get along, yet would snap at the two of you to 'put your fucking differences aside' whenever he needed you to work together. Colm would usually have to pick one of you to take charge, taking it in turns. Fairs fair, I guess.

Here you are, returning from a failed mission. Colm had asked the two of you and some other disposable men to track down the Del Lobos hideout and clear it, seeing as your hideouts were far too close together. You approach your gangs current hideout, a camp just southwest of Lake Isabella. Yes, it was fucking freezing up here, but Colm ran up here to escape the Pinkertons on his tail. Sadly, his gang wasn't the only one with that idea, but it seemed to work. No one had found you all, yet.

You dismount your horse just as they're riding into the stable, leading them into a pen and hitching them. Tom follows behind, hitching his in a pen beside you.

"You better clean this nag good, boy," Tom shouts over to the stableboy, currently cleaning another horse.

"I will, Sir," he responds.

You don't know his name, he's only been with the gang for a few months. He seems like a bundle of nerves, constantly shaking and flinching around everyone. The men loved to pick on him, they loved watching his tail shake in between his legs as they torment him. You'd seen him get hit over the pettiest of things; their saddles not being clean enough, the horses having a tiny knot in their manes, a nail on their hooves being a centimeter out of place.

You remembered the only time one of the men tried to hit you. You were in your mid-teens, starting to find your role within the gang. One member had challenged your authority, claiming you were just a child and that 'Colms daughter should get no special treatment.' He had gone to hit you over some petty thing you barely remembered, but you did remember the look in his eyes when you gripped hold of his hand just as he tried to swing for you. His wrist felt like it was going to break as you'd tightened your grip. To everyones surprise, you kicked the back of his knee, causing him to fall to the ground. You then let go of his wrist, shoving him forward so he lay flat on his front. Without thinking, you stomped hard, feeling the crack of his bone as you snapped his arm like a twig. It all happened within a matter of seconds. You weren't thinking, enraged that not only was this man constantly picking on you, but had tried to put his hands upon you.

Colm had stormed out of his cabin after hearing the commotion. You were quick to explain what'd happened, the other men watching backing you up. Colm scoffed at the man crying on the ground, telling him to 'get out of my sight.' The guy quickly got up, gripping his broken arm, and ran as fast as he could. Your father seemed proud of you, putting his arm around your shoulder as he lead you into the cabin, fixing you a drink to 'celebrate.' The only other man to pick on you was Tom, though he mostly just said small petty comments behind Colms back. You'd called Tom out in front of your father many times but Colm never seemed fussed, probably not wanting to pick between the two of you.

"You fuck up like last time and I'll beat you till the snow turns red," Tom threatens him.

"Lay off, Tom," you order him. Tom snaps his head over to you.

"Oh oh oh! You soft for this pipsqueak?" Tom laughs, pointing at the stableboy who looks rather uncomfortable. He stays silent, watching the two of you bicker.

"I'm soft on no one. You just pick on anyone you view as lesser than yourself. You must have a lot of confidence issues, Tom," you smirk at him, heading out of the stables with him on your tail.

"I ain't the one with confidence issues here, girl. Just cause you got your whore mommas ugly looks don't mean you can take it out on me," Tom replies, following you over to Colms cabin.

"Why you usin' my insult against me? Can't think of your own?"

"I... what? No. I ain-" you cut him off.

"There there, it's alright, poor little Thomas," you taunt. That was a name that always made him turn red. You look over your shoulder to see that exact expression growing on his face.

"Now you better stop with al-"

"Tom. Shut up," Colm says as the two of you enter his cabin, Tom barking down your ear, not giving Colm a good impression.

Tom huffs but remains silent. Colm looks at the two of you for a moment, sat down at his table. The three of you remain silent until Colm snaps.

"Well? How'd it go? I'm gonna guess from the arguin' and silence that you fucked up," Colm half-shouts.

"Tom fucked up. Again." You state. Colm draws his gaze away from you, over to his right-hand man.

"Now hang on just a damn minute. There's a good fucking reason to why we fucked up."

"You, not we," you correct him.

"And that reason is...?" Colm's losing his patience.

"Well, we took out most of em, till THE Flaco fucking Hernández showed up. Killed all those men we took with us. We bolted just in time."

Colm can't be angry at either of you for this. Flaco was one of the world's most famous gunslingers, the 'Terror of the Grizzlies.' Just about anybody would lose a fight against him, including Colm himself. Colm sighs, rubbing his temples in frustration.

"You're sure it was him?" Colm asks, looking down at the table.

"Not unless you know any other giant Mexican outlaws, yes," you sarcastically respond.

"Great. The two of you, get outta my sight. I gotta think about how to deal with this."

Both of you turn and leave, no one saying a word as you exit the cabin. Tom sulks off, probably going to join his little gang of friends. You make your way over to the stew pot, grabbing yourself a bowl of whatever was on the menu today. You're quick to eat, wanting to check on your horse after today's shootout. You heard them whine during the fight but didn't see anything as you were checking on your ride back.

You find your way over to the stables, looking around for the sun to figure out what time it is. She's getting ready to set, her rays peeking out from behind the many mountains that surround your camp. You enter the stable, stomping the snow off your boots as you shut the door behind you. The stableboys not here for once, which is fine as you weren't in the mood to make awkward conversation.

You approach your mount, feeding them a few pocketed treats as you begin to check for any signs of pains or discomfort. You're quick to notice a bandage on their lower leg, your heart dropping as you begin panicking. You kneel down, peeking under the bandage to see how bad the wound was. The stable doors quickly open and shut, the stableboy returning. He huffs into his gloves, trying to blow hot air onto his face to warm his reddened cheeks up. The two of you notice each other at the same time, looking over your shoulder to watch him stand in his tracks, eyes wide. He looks like you've just caught him doing something he shouldn't have. The two of you are awkwardly silent, both staring at each other.

"Hello," you say. You really had no idea what else to say to break the tension.

"Evening, Miss," he responds, calming himself down as he makes his way over to his own horse.

"You taken care of my horse?" you ask him. He looks a little puzzled till he realizes you're on about their wound.

"Oh. Yes, Miss. It ain't nothin' to worry about, just a little scratch but I didn't want nothin' rubbin' against it," he informs you.

"Thank you," you say as you stand up. "Are they okay to ride?"

"I mean, you could, but they ain't gonna be too happy about it," he responds, feeding his own horse a few pocketed treats.

"You ain't gotta answer me like I'm one of them boys. I wanna know the brutal truth, I ain't gonna snap at you for bein' honest and doin' what's right," you inform him. You have a gut feeling that you shouldn't ride, but you want to hear it from the horse master himself.

"Oh.. I err... Well, no. You should let 'em rest a little while. If you take em out in that snow it could get infected," he tells you.

"The honest truth. I love it. Thank you, Mister...?" you trail off, wanting to know his name. You make your way over to him, leaning back against one of the pen fences, watching him fuss his horse.

"Oh, no, I'm just Kieran. I ain't no 'Mister' somethin'," Kieran looks away, looking defeated.

"Yes, you are. You're a man, ain'tcha?" You ask him.

"The last time I checked, I was, yeah," Kieran jokes. You let out a laugh. This stableboy was funny.

"Well then, Kieran, who are ya?"

"Duffy," he responds.

"Kieran Duffy, that's a real cute name," you tell him. "I'd introduce myself but everybody knows who I am," you shrug.

Is he... blushing? Or still flustered from the sudden change of temperature? A wicked part of you is eager to find out how red he can really go, in a flustered sense, not a bloody one.

"Thank you," Kieran sheepishly replies, stuttering a little. "Yeah, I know you is Colms daughter." Kieran seems nervous as he tells you that, which isn't a surprise. You'd had many people cower once they find out whose daughter you are. Sometimes you enjoy it, liking the little power trip you get, but other times you wished you were just some normal girl that lived a normal life.

"Yeah," you laugh. "Don't remind me."

"Oh... Well, I'm sorry, Miss. I don't wanna tread on no ones toes," Kieran replies. He watches you as you climb up and sit on the pen's fence, your legs resting on the wooden plank below, keeping you in place.

"It's alright, darlin'. You ain't doin' anything wrong," you turn to see him going red again. Darlin'? Something tells you this man doesn't get much attention, especially from women.

"Well er... that's good to hear," Kieran lightly laughs. He looks away, pulling out a brush so he can clean his already overly-groomed horse. You watch him, noticing how his eyes flick over to look at you every now and again, face going redder as he meets your gaze every time.

"You're real good at carin' for these horses, you know that?" you ask him, breaking the silence.

"Oh, thank you, Miss," Kieran replies.

"Do my fathers men not compliment you on your work?"

"I'm sorry to sound so blunt, but all your fathers men do is use me as their punchin' bag." Kieran has sadness in his eyes, trying not to look at you.

"Which ones?" you sternly ask, taking Kieran back.

"W-what?"

"Which ones do that to you?"

"I... I don't know many names here, Miss. But you seen it earlier, that Tom fella is one of the main ones. Most of 'em do it. Usually one will start and the others will join in, bit of a gang thing, you know?" Kieran sheepishly replies. He's internally screaming, worried he's just chucked himself under the bus. He can see rage on your face, yet he's not sure if you're going to snap at him for being a tattletale, or snap at them.

"The next time they do that, you come tell me, alright?"

"Yes, Miss," Kieran says under his breath, giving his head a little nod.

"I'm serious. You work harder than most of those idiots, especially Tom. He's a real fuckin' clown."

"Thank you, Miss. I really appreciate it," Kieran sincerely replies, giving you a little smile.

"I'd tell you to keep up the good work but I know you will," you say as you shuffle off the fence, slowly making your way out. "I'll see you later, sweetheart," you say as you exit.

Kierans glad you've left, only because his face is redder than a tomato. Kieran hears you trudge away through the snow and once he's certain you're gone, he turns to Branwen.

"Sweetheart?! You hear that, Branwen?" Kieran asks under his breath, trying to keep his voice down. He talks to Branwen all the time, but only in private. God forbid anyone ever heard, they'd probably hang him for being so 'weird.'

"She called me darlin' too, and cute. And she complimented my work... and she's got my back. What in gods name is goin' on?" Kieran asks, his face still flustered. He picks at his scarf, trying to let some air in to cool himself down.

"What the hell am I meant to do? That's Colms DAUGHTER, and there she is bein' sweet on me! This must be one big joke. I bet them fellas were listenin' in the whole time, gigglin' to themselves," Kieran huffs, trying to make this situation as negative as his mind will allow him.

Branwen gives Kieran a look. If horses could talk, he'd be saying 'don't be silly, this ain't a prank. That woman's clearly got eyes for you.'

"No way," Kieran responds. "There ain't no way a woman like that would go for a boy like me," Kieran folds his arms, leaning back against the fence. He thinks to himself, going over what just happened in his head. He's trying to pick away at it but everything you said seemed so sincere, so kind, so gentle.

Kieran slumps about the stable, lighting a few lanterns dotted about the place. He gets himself ready for bed, lying down on a pile of hay at the back of the stable. His arms are folded under his head, one ankle over the other. He's still thinking about you, trying to convince himself this is all a joke.

It can't be. It was far too kind.

Kieran puts his hands over his face and lets out a small scream, angry that he has no idea what to do. He's had a soft spot for you the second he laid eyes upon you, but quickly buried those thoughts as soon as he found out who you were. Colm will definitely chop his dick off and force him to eat it if he ever caught even just the tiniest hint that Kieran liked you.

Kieran decides to do what he does best, bury his feelings. He rolls onto his side, facing the wall. He tries to force himself to sleep but as soon as he shuts his eyes, all he can see if you.

Kieran then feels the worst thing that can happen to himself right now.

Kierans rock hard, solid.

His boner rubs against the inside of his jeans, urging him to at least get it out so it's not painful. Kieran sits upright, shuffling so his back is pressed against the stable walls. He undoes his jeans, letting his cock spring free and rest against his white shirt. He wants to touch himself, he really does, but he's telling himself off for getting this hard over such a small conversation. The guys so deprived, it's amazing how just a few kind words have made his heart flutter and his cock hard.

Kieran huffs, crossing his arms, frowning with his cock out, waiting for it to go down.

'I ain't... I ain't jackin' off to her. Again.' Kieran tells himself

There's no denying it. Kierans has gotten off to the thought of you many times, though he's not proud of it. He can't help it, you make him feel so dizzy every time he looks at you. He sits there a little while longer, trying to think of anything but you. He looks around the stable and the first thing his eyes come across is your mount, making him huff. How was he meant to not think of you?

'Fine.' He sighs, talking to himself in his head. 'You're pathetic, you know that? Gettin' off to some poor woman just cause she called you a few sweet names.'

Kieran pulls his gloves off, his warm hands wrapping around his cock. He starts slowly, trying to think of anything else to jack off to, but everything flicks back to you. He eventually gives up, allowing himself to really think about you.

'This is the last time you're doin' this,' he tells himself.

Once he's happy with his little self-discipline talk, he lets his mind wander. Kieran allows himself to get as dirty as he wants, but the first thing that comes to mind is how good your ass looks in that tight pair of jeans. Yes, he's checked you out many times, usually as you're mounting your horse. He's often wanted to pull you off your horse, bend you over the pen's fence, and fuck you there till your knees are weak.

Kieran picks up the pace, letting his eyes fall shut and mouth part slightly. He thinks about earlier, how he wishes you'd have called him over to stand in front of you whilst you were sat on the fence. He wishes you'd grabbed a hold of him by his O'Driscoll scarf and pulled him against you, letting your lips meet. He wishes you'd have wrapped your legs around his waist as you made out with him, uring him to grind against you. Kieran doesn't wish for much, but you're top on his list.

Kieran lets out a small whimper, quickly opening his eyes to ensure himself that yes, no one is around. He shuts them again, huffing and trying to remain silent as he continues, starting to feel himself get close. The only person he wants around is you, fuck the rest of the gang. He'd love for you to come in here and put your lips around his cock, he'd probably cum the second your lips touch him.

Kieran lets out a sharp gasp as he cums, quickly lifting his shirt so it doesn't ruin his already tatty clothes. He rests there for a moment, suddenly realizing how absolutely fucked he is. He's got the hots for you real bad, and he knows that if you decide to keep being sweet on him then Colm will find out sooner or later. Kieran reminds himself that it was probably just a one-time thing, or that you were just messing with him.

Kieran wipes himself down on the hay, not having anything else to clean up with. He chucks it away from him, shuffling back over to his usual sleep spot after pulling his pants back up. Kieran lies back down facing the wall, falling asleep a lot faster this time, still thinking of you.

[ohmygillygoshoppler]

oh, you knooooow I gotta ask about the potential X-men OC. do you have one too? (just cuz you have so many OCs and all...)

Oh god, you're not wrong about that! I do have an OC, but I havent drawn her in like, a million years. I don't know if I have time to get around a sketch or two later, but now that you've asked, I kind of want to draw her again...