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nocturnal | choi seungcheol [M]

summary ⇾ tipsy from after-work drinks, seungcheol returns home on friday night to find you asleep. he tries not to look, but his wandering eyes keep drifting over to your slumbering figure, and he knows rest won’t come easy when you seem to be tempting him even in your sleep. seungcheol could resolve his little predicament all by himself, but shouldn’t you be the one to take responsibility for making him feel this way?  

PAIRING // choi seungcheol x fem!reader

GENRE // some fluff, mostly smut, pwp (i mean it, I'm warning u), sub!reader, dom!seungcheol, fiancé!seungcheol

WARNING // 18+, explicit sexual content, established relationship, unprotected sex, somnophilia, consensual voyeurism, male masturbation, slight size kink, oral (m&f receiving), creampie, fingering (f receiving), edging, choking, thigh riding, talks about having kids, cheol is a teasing little sh*t

WORD COUNT // 13k

AUTHOR’S NOTE // 13k of just smut lol btw have yall seen GDA cheol? the all black fit and rolled up sleeves and the dark hair... moving on, happy new year to everyone who reads this, may 2024 bring us endless happiness and love ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ do reblog if u enjoy this fic. I'm working on a wonwoo fic that has ten times more plot than this so pls stay tuned for that :) song rec is rock your body - clara la san

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You're already in bed when your fiancé returns home from work, drifting in and out of sleep, wanting to wait for him to come home but unable to fight your weariness. Friday is always the busiest day at work, and the idea of being able to stay in bed until noon the next day only makes you want to wait up for him even more.

Seungcheol must think you're already asleep. It's reasonable that he thinks that way—you're a light sleeper and often go to bed early. He tries his best to stay quiet as he moves around. You had barely heard him enter the apartment, and only faint thuds of his sock-clad feet can be heard as he meanders around the house. 

When Seungcheol enters the bedroom, he's a little sceptical as to why the bedside lamp is still on, casting a dim, yellow glow across the room. His eyes search for you, finding you cocooned under the covers, lying on your left side with your back turned to him. He knows you can't sleep with any light on, but he deduces you must've been waiting for him and inevitably succumbed to sleep. 

Seungcheol moves toward the full-length mirror in the corner of the bedroom. He's slightly tipsy from downing a few beers with his co-workers after work. He feels light on his feet, and his once-gelled hair is no longer slicked back, some unruly strands now falling over his forehead. He hears you shift on the bed as he loosens his tie, but he doesn't think much of it, proceeding to unbutton his dress shirt.

Two buttons in, he hears movement from the bed again, and this time, he looks in your direction in the mirror, taken aback when his eyes meet your bleary ones. He turns his head to look at you, his mouth curling into a lazy smile. "I thought you were asleep," he says in a low voice. 

You say nothing, propping your elbow up on your pillow and leaning your head against it to get a better look at your fiancé. He turns back to the mirror, and you notice the rosy tint colouring his cheeks. You sigh dreamily, admiring him from the bed. Seungcheol is tall—that much is obvious—but those dress pants do his legs wonder. 

When he reaches for his belt, you can't help but stare. His dress shirt is still tucked into the pants, the first few buttons open, baring the soft skin of his chest. Your eyes wander, and you think Seungcheol does notice. The man does not miss a thing when it comes to you. 

The sound of his belt unbuckling makes your legs curl closer to your body, and Seungcheol definitely notices this time because he stops his movement, fingers hovering over the button of his pants. When he turns on his heels, your eyes finally snap back up to look at his face. He doesn't say anything as he approaches, coming to a stop beside the bed, towering over you.

He reaches one hand out to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers. It's a feathery touch, and your eyes naturally flutter close, head tilting into his touch just the slightest. Gentle fingers thread into your hair, brushing it back and tucking loose strands behind your ear.

Your eyes snap open when you feel his thumb against your bottom lip. At first, it's harmless, and he's only dragging the pad of his thumb across your lip, but then he starts to dip further into your mouth. He lets out a soft sigh when your lips part, allowing his thumb to rest against your tongue. Then, your mouth wraps around his finger, suckling at it softly, and his breath catches in his throat when he feels just how warm and wet your mouth is.

It's over before you want it to be. Seungcheol smiles a little too innocently, removing his thumb from your mouth and patting your cheek. "Get some rest, baby. I'm going to take a quick shower."

You don't stop him as he walks into the en suite bathroom, surprised that he hadn't immediately taken his clothes off and taken you right then and there. Seungcheol's self-control has always been immaculate when it comes to sex, but refusing to do it on a Friday night when neither he nor you have work tomorrow morning? You chalk it up to his exhaustion after working overtime, so you lie back in bed, eyes refusing to close even though your body is screaming at you to rest.

Seungcheol emerges from the bathroom not even a minute later, shirtless, belt discarded, pants unbuttoned. He takes off his silver Rolex, carefully setting it down on the bedside table near his side of the bed—as always. To your disappointment, he doesn't spare you even a glance before walking back into the bathroom.

You find yourself sighing, anticipating what seems to be an uneventful Friday night. You and Seungcheol usually spend Friday nights together— going out for dinner or unwinding with a movie on the couch. But if your lover is too tired to do anything other than sleep, you understand. You also have days when you feel too drained to do anything other than lie in bed and mull over your thoughts. Besides, it isn't like you don't have the entire weekend to make up for it—hell, you have your whole life to make up for it. 

Seungcheol leaves the bathroom door open behind him. It's not strange for either of you to keep the bathroom door open while showering. Privacy isn't much of an issue for both of you. 

You fall back asleep relatively quickly, not thinking much about the fact that the shower hasn't started running even though Seungcheol has been in the bathroom for at least five minutes.

You awaken again soon enough to the sound of soft sighs and some rustling from the direction of the couch placed near the bedroom door. At first, you try to ignore it, thinking Seungcheol might just be getting himself ready for bed. Then another sigh follows, and you peek an eye open to take a quick look. What you think will be a quick look turns into so much more. 

Your beloved fiancé sits with his legs spread on the white couch, still shirtless and wearing his dress pants. This time, however, his boxer has been pushed down just slightly, and he's lazily stroking his cock in his hand, his other arm splayed across the backrest of the couch. His skin is pale and milky, glowing in the golden light. He smiles when you prop yourself on your elbow, blinking blearily as if trying to comprehend what you are currently seeing.

He's rock hard, shaft glistening with pre-cum. You and Seungcheol have always loved trying new things in bed, pushing yourself to the limit, testing just how far each of you will go before you tap out. But this... the thought that Seungcheol was touching himself to the sight of you asleep—it stirs something in you. You've always loved waking up with Seungcheol's cock inside you. The drag of his cock feels especially good when you're still drowsy, trying to pull yourself together but failing each time because your lover just feels so good inside you. But this is different.

Seungcheol's hand speeds up, and the way he groans makes you lose your train of thought. The silver ring sits snugly on his little finger—the coolness of it must feel so good on his cock. You don't break eye contact, shifting onto your stomach and folding your arms underneath your head as you watch him. You wouldn't be able to look away even if you wanted to.

Seungcheol grits his jaw when he sees you smile. It's the last thing he expects. You look so sweet, and he starts to wonder about the sight he would be met with if he were to pull the covers away from your body. Are you wearing the sheer nightgown he always loves seeing on you? Or maybe you're wearing nothing, and he'd be able to spread your legs apart and slip himself right into the warmth of your needy cunt.

Seungcheol straightens his posture just a little, cock twitching in his hold at the sight of your smile. You look so at ease, enjoying this more than he had anticipated. He was half expecting to get an earful from you, thinking you would probably scold him for his bizarre behaviour, but this, he wasn't expecting at all, and that makes his cock harden, balls tightening almost painfully. Seungcheol feels as though he's about to burst from the inside. Your smile—as if you're taunting him, teasing him.

"Fuck, fuck..." he breathes out, head tilting back, eyes closing, savouring the feeling of his rough, calloused hand moving up and down his cock. The fact that you're most likely still watching him makes his abs tense up, trying to hold back from finishing too fast. It has barely been ten minutes since he started, but the sight of your smile feels like it's burned into the back of his eyelids. It makes his brain go haywire.

He risks another look at you and immediately realises he has made a grave mistake. Instantly, he's cumming hard, unable to hold himself back because you're looking at him so prettily—slow blinks and a sleepy smile. A loud groan rips from Seungcheol's chest, fist wrapped around the tip of his cock, stroking it just barely, trying to milk everything out. His cum trickles down his knuckles, down his shaft.

The intensity of your gaze, fixed squarely on his leaking cock, spurs Seungcheol to stand up. He rids himself off his dress pants and boxers, using the latter to wipe off most of his release before walking closer to you. Seungcheol stops on the side of the bed, stroking his softening cock almost languidly. He doesn't have to say anything, and you're already sitting up against the headboard, reaching a hand to grab at his wrist to pull him even closer. Seungcheol perches one knee on the bed, watching as you lick your lips at the sight of his cum. You're still fucking smiling, and he feels himself growing hard again.

"Enjoyed that, did we?" he says quietly, trying not to break the peace and quiet too much in case you feel like going back to sleep after his little 'show'. 

"Very much," you reply, voice slightly scratchy from sleep. 

Seungcheol is so thick everywhere, and it makes you dizzy. Your eyes roam over his chest, bulky arms, and firm thighs. Your lover has always been strong and filled in all the right places, and you love it. He has no problem picking you up, tossing you around, manhandling you into different positions. He doesn't struggle with keeping you steady when he's fucking you against the wall or any other surface.

You brush aside his hand from his cock, tongue lolling out to lick at the excess cum on his knuckles, cleaning it off his skin. The salty, bitter taste floods your tongue, and you immediately take him into your mouth. Seungcheol hisses when you do, loving the way your mouth envelopes him. You don't waste any time trying to take all of him in, mouth stretching almost painfully around the heavy girth that's starting to harden again, your thighs pressing together to get some friction. You must look pitiful to Seungcheol, trying to fit all of him in your mouth in your sleepy state, hips shifting slightly on the bed, trying to get some relief.

Breathing in, you look up—right into his eyes—before moving forward until the tip of your nose presses into his lower stomach. He breathes out a chuckle when you gag, throat constricting around his cock. Your eyes fill with tears, but you don't pull away until you're sputtering and the droplets of tears trickle down your cheeks. Seungcheol's quick to cup your jaw, thumb brushing against the pearling teardrops on your cheek. "Easy, baby... I know you're tired. Don't force it..."

Hearing Seungcheol's instructions, you stick to shallow motions, using your hand to stroke the rest of his length you can't fit in your mouth. Seungcheol's hip jerks forward a little when you drag your tongue along the underside of his cock, tracing the veins and circling the tip. Seungcheol mumbles an apology as he weaves a hand through your hair and starts to thrust his hips forward little by little, lost in the feeling of your mouth.

His cock glistens with your spit in the low light, and your eyes fall shut naturally, basking in the quiet noises Seungcheol is making. He doesn't force you to take all of him, pulling his hips back before the tip of his cock can reach your throat. You appreciate his sentiment, even if you feel awake enough to take whatever he gives you. 

Your eyes snap open when you feel the cold air against your bare legs. Seungcheol has yanked the blanket away from your body and is now peering down at your exposed form, clad in his grey shirt and a pair of white panties. Your panties are nothing special, but Seungcheol feels his cock twitch in your mouth when he sees the wet patch on the crotch of your underwear.

He can feel the vibration of your moan against his cock when his finger grazes over the damp spot on your panties. He can't resist using the tips of his fingers to rub over your clothed pussy, teasing up and down the slit, watching the way the drenched fabric sticks to your dripping cunt—thoroughly soaked and ruined before he has even done anything to you. 

When you pull away from his cock momentarily to take a much-needed breath, Seungcheol immediately leans down to capture your lips with his in a bruising kiss. He swallows all your moans, rolling his tongue over yours, dragging it against your lower lip. He doesn't pull away, even as he tugs the crotch of your panties to the side and starts to circle your clit with his fingers, which makes your legs snap shut, trapping his hand in between.

Seungcheol pulls away from the kiss, glancing down at his trapped hand before looking back at you almost expectedly. "Open," he commands. You don't need to be told twice, immediately parting your legs.

"Good girl..."

Seungcheol prods at your hole with two fingers, slipping both in only halfway. They slide in easily, slick from the wetness seeping out of your pulsing hole and the remnants of precum messily smeared all over his cock as he was jerking himself off.

"You got this wet from watching me? Or were you touching yourself before I got home?" Seungcheol grunts, gazing down at the way your pussy is fluttering around his fingers. The squelching sound is obscene, resounding throughout the bedroom. "Messy little thing..." he mumbles quietly, lost in thought as he lets his fingers dip into you right down to the knuckle. 

You gasp, pulling your mouth away from his cock to look up at his face. Seungcheol doesn't meet your eyes, seemingly entranced by the sight of his fingers between your legs. Bending one of your knees, you spread your legs wider. After dating Seungcheol for two years and being engaged for one and a half, you don't feel the need to hide from him nor the embarrassment of presenting yourself to him like you're his to own and use as he pleases. In all honesty, he possesses every part of you—your heart, your soul, every inch of your body. He is yours as much as you are his. 

When Seungcheol adds a third finger, he finally looks back at your face, not wanting to miss how your eyebrows furrow and mouth gape open at the tight fit. His fingers are thick—much more so than yours—but his cock is even more so, and he definitely needs to stretch you out to get you ready, or he will risk hurting you. There are occassions when a little bit of pain is most welcome, but tonight, his main objective is to give you pleasure.

With a trembling hand, you reach up to grasp at his cock, stroking him slowly, matching the pace of his fingers as they dip in and out of you. You know you won't be able to use your mouth properly, not when he's touching you so earnestly and looking down at you as though he hasn't ever seen you in such a position in your years of being together. 

"You touch yourself before I came home, sweetheart?"

You're quick to shake your head, slumping further down the headboard as he continues to play with your pussy. "No..." you whimper, jolting when he suddenly curls his fingers, tips of his fingers firmly pressing up against the spongy spot inside you that sends a current of pleasure darting up your spine. "I got so wet from watching you, Cheol," you sigh out, hips canting up to match the movement of his hand. "I love watching you..."

Seungcheol hums, grinning down at you, pleased with your response. "Aw, my baby always loves watching me, isn't that right?" 

His free hand envelopes the hand around his cock, urging you to keep stroking him. The ring on his middle finger glints in the light—it's the ring you gave him a week after his proposal. It serves as a reminder that no one else but him has the privilege to have you like this. No one else will ever get to touch you, kiss you, make love to you, and fuck you the way he intends to tonight. You're his, forever, and the idea has him grunting out your name breathlessly. 

With his hand atop yours, he guides your hand up and down his length at a pace that makes him hiss. Your hand is much smaller than his, fingertips barely meeting around his thick girth. His skin prickles whenever you tighten your hand around him just slightly every time your hand reaches just under the head of his cock, squeezing him just the way you know he likes it. 

"Fuck..." he exhales, sweat beading down his temple. "So good, sweetheart..."

"Cheol..."

"Hm? Tell me what's wrong."

You glance down at the hand between your legs, feeling short of breath from watching the way your slick seems to coat Seungcheol's fingers, some staining your thigh, some smeared on the palm of his hand. You suck in a big breath, stomach caving in. When you return your gaze to him, you're surprised to find he's already looking at you, the tip of his pink tongue peeking out to rest against his bottom lip. The way he's looking at you makes you feel sweltering hot. 

"My shirt, p-please," you stutter out, feeling suffocated in only one layer of clothing. 

Seungcheol immediately understands what you're asking, but he makes no move to take your shirt off. You whine when he suddenly retracts his fingers from your pussy, leaving you feeling so empty. He peels your hand off his cock, leaving you baffled and so goddamn frustrated. 

"Cheol, why'd—"

He hushes you, lowering himself onto the end of the bed. He grabs both your thighs, pulling you down from the headboard. His cock nudges against the back of your thigh, so close to where you want him the most. 

"Oh, God," you breathlessly pant. "Need you inside me," you tell him, feeling frenzied. You move to pull off your shirt, but he grunts, shaking his head. 

"Don't," he orders, using his grip on your thighs to spread your legs wide enough for him to be able to get a good view of your sloppy cunt, all slick and puffy from the onslaught of his fingers. "I like seeing you in my shirt," he says in a faraway voice, distracted by the sight of your pussy, hole clenching around nothing, almost inviting him to dive right in. 

You groan, propping yourself up onto your elbows, chest heaving. You lick at your dry lips, sending Seungcheol a pleading look, but he doesn't meet your eyes, too absorbed with the mess in between your legs. "Cheol, baby—"

Without warning, Seungcheol leans down, shoving his face into your pussy, mouth hungrily devouring your heat. You fall back onto the bed with a startled shout, jaw hanging open as you try to comprehend the sudden onslaught of pleasure that threatens to consume you whole. Seungcheol is good with his mouth and familiar enough with your body to know how to bring you close to the edge in only minutes. 

He's sucking at your clit noisily, manic with his movements like a starved man getting his first taste of food after days without it. He's greedy and ravenous, offering you no respite—not even a moment to catch your breath. 

You try to tell Seungcheol to slow down, to give you even a second to compose yourself, but only garbled moans of his name come out. By now, sleep is the last thing on your mind—only pleasure clouds it. You're trembling under him, helpless against the relentless assault of his mouth. 

When Seungcheol groans, the vibration on your most sensitive part makes you choke on air, lowering a hand down to grab the strands of his dark hair. When you try to move away from him, he clutches onto your thighs tighter, tongue teasing at your hole, swirling but never diving in. You're still trying to get away, overwhelmed. He notices this, and he brings both his arms around your thighs, hugging your legs close around his head. There's no room to move—he has you locked in. 

"Fuck, please, please, s-slow down! C-Cheol!"

He doesn't, lapping up all your juices, groaning at how your taste coats his tongue and how your smell overtakes his senses. He trusts you to say the safe word if it becomes too much. He also knows that you can take this—he has done far worse things to you before. 

The tip of his nose presses against your clit when he delves his tongue into your pussy, earning a rather rough pull of his hair from you. The pain shoots down his spine, making him slump down onto the bed to grind his bare cock on the bed. All of it makes him so light-headed. Your legs are tightening around his head, trapping him, but he doesn't mind, not even if your moans sound muffled this way. He'll get to hear you later when he fucks you silly into the mattress anyway. 

Tears brim in your eyes. Your tongue sticks to the roof of your mouth, dry from moaning so much. It's almost too much—how he is so ruthless with his mouth and tongue. He doesn't let up once, breathing in and out through his nose, delighted to be suffocated between your plush thighs. It's pure fucking torture, but it feels divine.

"Cheol... C-Close," you whisper, hoping he can hear you. 

He doesn't hear you, but he knows you enough by now. He knows the telltale sign of your orgasm approaching, knows how tight you get when you're about to cum, knows how your back arches and your toes curl. He looks at your face and reads your lips, repetitions of his name spilling past it. 

Then he's pulling your legs away from the sides of his head, ripping his mouth from your pussy. Your orgasm is brutally stolen from you, and the sheer frustration that surges through you makes you howl out his name. To make it worse, he only chuckles at you, hands rubbing comfortingly at the side of your thighs. The touch should be soothing, but it only leaves you angered. 

The sheer audacity of this man—

"You asshole," you spit out with all the venom you can muster, chest rising and falling rapidly. Tears of frustration trickle down your cheeks, and Seungcheol thinks the sight would be so lovely if he hadn't just been devouring you like you were his first meal in months. 

"Aw, don't be like that, baby..." he coos sweetly, lips and chin glossy with your juices. He wipes his face with the back of his hand before swiftly grabbing at your soiled panties, pulling them off you and tossing them somewhere in the room. He adjusts your legs, straightening both and letting them dangle over one of his shoulders. Holding his cock in his hand, he strokes it twice and then runs the tip up and down your slit.

"Choi Seungcheol, you're—you..." you trail off, finding yourself drawing a blank, still shocked by how he so meanly robbed you of your orgasm when it had been right at your fingertips. That, combined with how his cock is lightly dipping into your hole, leaves you feeling an untamed emotion, a sensation of chaos where you feel completely out of control, an experience both terrifying and exhilarating.

"Did you just call me Choi Seungcheol? We've been together for years, baby—let's not use full names now," he warns you before he sinks into you in one fell swoop, stuffing you full of every inch of him. There's a brief flash of pain as you try to adjust to the sudden stretch, hands tugging at the bedsheets and eyes rolling back. You hear him chuckle, prompting you to look up at him. You regret it almost immediately because the sight of him makes your hips lift off the bed, a strangled moan leaving you.

Your orgasm crashes into you like a freight train, sudden and jarring. You don't even register it yourself at first, at least not until the overwhelming ecstasy makes you go stiff in Seungcheol's hold, sobbing at the surge of pleasure that has striked you so abruptly. You had not had time to prepare yourself, so you try grounding yourself by grabbing his biceps and clawing at the smooth skin, leaving tender, red marks. 

"G-God, oh God, Cheollie," you whine, pinching your eyes shut because everything feels too fucking good, and you're struggling to bring yourself down from this euphoria and anchor yourself in the present. 

Seungcheol doesn't realise what's happening right away. He feels the way you clench hard around him, walls squeezing him so tight that he can't help but let out a small groan. He's caught off guard when he feels your nails digging into his arms. You're writhing underneath him—quivering, shaking—and finally, it dawns on him what has just unfolded. You just fucking came, all because he had eased his cock into your warm cunt. 

"Oh, baby..." he mutters, snickering quietly to himself. He coaxes you through your orgasm, pressing soft kisses on the side of your thigh. "Shh, good girl, that's it, ride it out for me, darling..." he murmurs against your skin, fighting back the urge to start moving his hips and fucking you through your orgasm. You've never been this sensitive before, and he knows he needs to approach this situation carefully. He doesn't want to overstimulate you too much and too soon, both for your sake and his. 

Seungcheol is equally perplexed and impressed at how little it had taken you to cum. All he had to do was slip himself into you, and you were coming undone under him? He feels his cock twitch at the thought. Seungcheol's only a man, and what you did has inflated his ego tenfold. He thinks nothing could ever top this moment, and he doesn't intend to let you live it down. 

You're not sure just how long it takes you to collect yourself. A gentle palm smoothes down your cheek, tucking your hair behind your ear. The soft voice is murmuring your name, pulling you back down, down, down from your drunken daze. 

"I'm sorry," you say, still a little disoriented, gaze unfocused. You see Seungcheol's outline and see his lips moving, but you don't hear anything except the pounding of your heart in your ears. You blink a few times, forcing yourself to adjust and snap out of whatever trance you were momentarily stuck in. "I'm sorry," you repeat after finally regaining your awareness. Your eyes zero in on Seungcheol—you can see him clearly now. 

"Darling, believe me, an apology is the last thing I need," he says, slightly relieved that you seem to be returning to your senses now. He carefully sets your legs to the side, leaning down and hovering over you with a leering smile. He has you caged in his arms, looming over you with his broad frame, making you feel small. "All I need—" he begins, nosing at your jaw, breathing in your smell, "—is for you to beg."

You let out a shuddering breath, feeling the tip of his cock nudge at the back of your thigh. Somewhere in the middle of your orgasm, Seungcheol had pulled himself out of your pussy, knowing he would most likely reach his own climax if you kept clamping down on him the way you did. 

"Beg?" you echoed back, tilting your head up, giving him more access to litter kisses on your neck. 

"Mhm..." He lets his teeth graze over the sensitive skin under your jaw, not biting, just gliding over your pulse point. "Beg me to make you cum again." He ends his sentence with a playful nip on your jaw, loving how you jolt under him in surprise. 

His request isn't unusual or odd in any way. Seungcheol has said worse things to you before—things so filthy and obscene it would make a sailor blush. His words carry an unfamiliar weight this time, provoking a shyness in you that you never anticipated would be caused by his words alone. 

Warmth begins to creep up your neck, and a lump forms in your throat as something akin to humiliation washes over you. The weight of the situation starts to dawn on you. Seungcheol hadn't even had the chance to move before you were creaming all over him like a bitch in heat. The thought of it makes you want to curl into yourself and hide until morning. 

Seungcheol must feel you tensing up because he's immediately pulling away from the crook of your neck, searching your face with his eyes. You avert your eyes to the side, unable to meet his gaze with the wild embarrassment coursing through you. 

"What's wrong?" he asks you. "Look at me, baby..."

You sigh, knowing he wouldn't just let this go. Still, as you drag your gaze back to his, you can't help the shameful furrow of your eyebrows. 

Seungcheol immediately knows. "Are you... embarrassed?" he asks, the corners of his mouth curling up just slightly. 

You groan, pushing at his chest to get him to roll over to his side of the bed. He doesn't resist, moving over to give you enough space to sit up on the bed. "Ugh... 'm not embarrassed," you grumble, tucking your feet under your legs so you're sitting cross-legged on the bed. You feel Seungcheol's hand on your back, palm warm over the shirt you're still wearing as he rubs up and down to soothe you. The gesture only makes you feel even more ashamed, especially since you can hear the quiet laughter he's emitting beside you. 

Seungcheol finds it so endearing when you press your hands to your face, hiding yourself from him. His grin widens when you whine into your hands. "What are you so embarrassed for?" he asks, fully knowing the answer but still baffled about how you're so flustered from doing something that he wants to keep stored in his memory until the end of his days. The way your bewildered face had morphed into one of pure ecstasy as your orgasm washed over you is something he wants to be able to replay in his mind again and again. 

His cock jerks at the memory, and he swiftly hauls the comforter up to the middle of his torso to cover himself up. He calls out your name softly, but you don't answer him, still hiding yourself with your hands. He lets out a small sigh, knowing he'll have to get your attention some other way. 

He soon notices your engagement ring sitting on the bedside table. He knows you avoid wearing it to bed, too worried that it might slip off during the night due to your restless sleeping habits. Then, he comes up with the perfect distraction. 

Reaching over, he swiftly grabs the ring from the table before settling back into his previous position. The movement makes you retract your hands from your face, curiously glancing at him.

Seungcheol is smiling, dimples on full display. You resist the urge to poke at the little dents on his cheeks, still feeling bashful about the incident. Then, you notice the small object he's fiddling with in his hand. He's tinkering with your ring, turning it over with his fingers, fitting it around his index, grinning when it doesn't even reach halfway down his digit. 

Seungcheol's eyes seem to darken when he returns his gaze back to yours. His teeth sink into his bottom lip as he grabs your left hand, fitting the ring on your finger. The way it fits so perfectly around your supple finger evokes something primal within him. How such a small thing can symbolise the commitment and love you both have for each other is such a wonder to him. He knows that no wealth or material possessions could ever encapsulate the depth of affection he holds for you, let alone this piece of jewellery.

"If this is your way of distracting me so I don't think about what happened earlier..."

Seungcheol rolls his eyes playfully. "You're welcome to forget about it all you want, but it's gonna keep playing in my mind like a broken record whether you like it or not."

You release a sigh but refrain from arguing because Seungcheol's words ring sincere, and you're aware he wouldn't acknowledge your embarrassment anyway. 

He brings your hand to his mouth, tenderly kissing the ring. The gesture is intimate, even if he feels something entirely more carnal stirring in his stomach. "You're so much smaller than me. Could barely even fit the ring on my finger," he comments, thumbing at the small diamond sitting prettily atop the ring. 

Through your blush, you manage a reserved smile. "That's because you're so thick everywhere."

You don't mean the sentence in a weird way, but judging from Seungcheol's booming laughter, he definitely misinterpreted your words. He squeezes your hand once before tugging you down to settle half of your body on top of his. He lets you join him under the covers before cupping your cheek, urging you to look at him. 

"I'm thick everywhere, hm?" he teases you, watching how red immediately stains your cheeks. 

"Don't be gross," you grumble, letting him trail kisses from your wrist, then up to your palm, and settling on your ring. "What's with you and the ring anyway?" you ask him, finding it sweet but slightly odd that he seems so fixated on it. 

"I just had a thought, that's all," he responds, kissing each of your fingertips. 

"Go on." 

"That one day—" he says, eyes burning into yours heatedly, "—there'll be a wedding band beside this one, and you'll finally be mine forever." He says it airily, as if it's the most natural proclamation, with unwavering certainty in his emotions. 

Your heart sings at the declaration. "You're wrong on the last part." You press a fleeting kiss on his mouth, smiling when his eyebrow raises questioningly. "I don't need to be married to you to be yours."

Seungcheol grins, one of his hands skimming down your back, grabbing a handful of your ass over the oversized shirt you're wearing. "You don't know half the things you do to me, do you?" 

"I do, actually, and I plan to abuse that power," you jest, beginning to sit up, throwing one leg over your lover's hips to straddle him. 

Seungcheol is awestruck at the sight of you on top of him. You, all beautiful and celestial, and all his. He wants to worship you, ruin you, and defile you all at the same time. He's not in the right mind to say anything yet, so he only watches, both hands gliding up and down your thighs, getting higher each time, hiking the fabric of your shirt higher up as well. 

He breathes out a sigh when he allows himself to look down. Your pretty pussy is on display, all for him, with remnants of your juices on it and some smeared on your inner thighs. He's about to touch when you grab his wrist, slowly guiding his hand towards where you need him the most. He knows what you're asking of him, and he'd be stupid to deny you your wish. 

You gasp when Seungcheol starts running two of his fingers up and down your slit, coating his fingers in the wetness of your cunt, unafraid to get messy. When he sinks both fingers into your hole, you can't help but mewl, one hand grabbing onto his bicep and the other still wrapped around his wrist. 

"So wet for me, darling... You're fucking dripping all over my fingers," he says once he finally regains his voice back. 

Seungcheol is much stronger than you, and he could easily rip away the hand on your wrist and finger fuck you to oblivion the way he usually does it. This time, however, he lets you guide him, allows you to move your hips to match the rhythm of his movements, and allows you tug his hand closer to reach deeper into you each time he buries the digits. He's still holding the reigns, and he knows that—even if you're the one sitting on top of him—but seeing you try to handle and manage your pleasure all by yourself is so fucking—"Cute."

"Oh... fuck," you breathe out, swallowing hard when Seungcheol folds his free arm and tucks it under his head. He's pretty—bicep bulging and veins crawling up his arms. 

He grins when your pussy tightens around his fingers. "Think you could cum like this?"

"Mhmm..." You sit up straighter, balancing yourself with both hands firmly planted on Seungcheol's shoulders. Slowly, you switch to bouncing on his fingers instead of rolling your hips, wincing slightly at the burn of your thighs. Still, you push through the pain, aching for release, pressure in your stomach tightening at the way his fingers seem to reach deeper inside you at the new angle.

"Pretty, pretty girl," Seungcheol mumbles, more to himself than to you, but you still hear it anyway. It makes you light-headed. You love Seungcheol degrading you during sex, but hearing his compliment brings out a visceral reaction in you. It makes you giddy and scatterbrained—as though every coherent thought in your head simply just... wilts away. 

You bite your lip at his praise, eyelids drooping slightly, a dreamy look settling over your gaze. Seungcheol thinks this is his favourite look on you. You're not saying anything, but your eyes tell a story of themselves. He can see it—the way you're practically begging for him and his cock. 

"Please," you whisper, continuing to fuck yourself on Seungcheol's fingers, moaning wantonly at the mix of pain and pleasure. You're squeezing his shoulders with your hands, nails occasionally digging into his skin whenever the pleasure becomes a little too much. You're so close, and you think Seungcheol knows it as well. 

"That's right, baby. Is my pretty girl close?" he asks, shifting slightly underneath you, cock throbbing at the lack of attention, hard as rock at the adorable sight of you bouncing on top of him. He loves the way you look in his shirt, but he thinks he'd much rather see your perky tits jiggling in his face as you ride him instead. 

"Mhm, c-close," you profess, hands restless, wandering down to his smooth chest before settling around the base of his neck. You don't squeeze, only letting your hands linger as you chase your high. 

Seungcheol chuckles when he notices the delicate grasp of your hands around his neck. He knows you won't put pressure—you're too meek for that. And no, he's not underestimating you. In fact, you might be the only person in the world capable of reducing him to his knees with a glance. But between the two of you, it has always been him who would dare to do such a courageous feat. 

Seungcheol does exactly that. He slips his hand from under his head and clasps it around your neck, watching your eyes widen when he applies the slightest pressure onto the sides of your throat. You always cum so much quicker when he has at least one hand around your neck. 

Your whole body stiffens at the contact, pussy fluttering wildly around his two digits. "O-Oh, f-fuck, fuck!" You let your head tip to the side, eyes fluttering close as you near your high. Your legs are starting to go numb, but that's the least of your concerns when your climax feels like it's looming right around the corner. 

"Attagirl... that's it," Seungcheol drawls, applying more pressure when he feels your pussy squeezing tight around him. At this point, you must be growing dizzy from the lack of air and blood. He's careful not to apply any more force than he currently is. "What a pretty necklace," he taunts, awed by how perfectly his hand wraps around your neck. You're so much smaller compared to him. "Pretty necklace for my pretty girl..."

"Ungh, 'm cumming," you manage to slur out, movements growing more frantic, rhythm getting more sporadic the closer you get.  

"Look at me, sweetheart." 

It takes you a few seconds to register what he is asking. Your eyes drag over to his face. It's torture knowing you could be riding his cock instead of his fingers, but you know he'll want you to finish what you started. His fingers are doing a heavenly job, but the stretch isn't quite enough. You don't say that to him, though, knowing he'd probably give you hell for voicing it. He'd say you're insatiable and edge you until there are no tears left for you to cry. 

"There you are..." he says once your eyes meet his. There's a hunger in his stare—an unspoken promise of the things he will do to you once you've finished fucking yourself on his fingers. Your whole body tenses, cheeks burning when he nods as though urging you to let go. "Can you look at me when you cum? Can you do that for me?"

When Seungcheol adds the smallest amount of pressure on the grip around your neck, you can't help the unadulterated moan that spills past your lips. You're so fucking dizzy, vision blurring on the edges. It's getting increasingly difficult to keep your eyes locked onto his when the world feels like it's about to crash down on you. 

You still have your hands on his neck, and for a moment, you're distracted by how your engagement ring sits on your ring finger. The fat, silver diamond is a stunning contrast to his golden complexion. 

"Come on, don't get distracted now. Cum for me so I can finally get you on my cock, hm?"

You come apart with a broken shout of his name, soaking his fingers with your cum, milky slick trickling down his knuckles and dripping on his stomach. At the height of your pleasure, Seungcheol decides to release his hold on your neck, letting the air and blood rush up to your brain. The sudden surge feels exhilarating, rendering you frozen in bliss as the feeling rips through you. 

"Fuck, sweetheart," he remarks, his free hand coming up to brush back the hair from your face, letting your head loll into his hand sluggishly as it braces the back of your head. You look exhausted, back slouched and chest heaving. Still, he notices the way you're slowly grinding on his fingers. He knows you need more. "That looked like it felt good."

You nod, letting him slip his fingers out of you, sucking in a sharp breath at the sudden emptiness. "So good. Thank you..." Everything feels like it's aching—your legs, your back, and your pussy most of all. You're far from done, but you allow yourself to rest, lowering yourself to lie on top of him, face buried into his neck. You breathe his scent and allow it to root you in the moment. 

Seungcheol wipes his stained fingers on your shirt, tsking you when you whine in protest. "It's literally your cum—why are you so grossed out about it?" he teases. 

"Because..." you say slowly. When you realise you have nothing to say, you pick your head up, blinking at him. 

Seungcheol hums, eyes amused when he looks down at you. "Mhm?"

You don't have an answer, so you kiss him instead. Seungcheol welcomes the kiss, letting his tongue meet with yours in a feverish kiss that makes your hands cling fervently to his hair. You're shifting on top of him restlessly, letting your pussy settle over the length of his cock, sighing heatedly into his mouth and letting his tongue swirl around yours sloppily. 

Seungcheol grunts at the way you let your pussy slip up and down his throbbing cock. Your cunt is hot and so fucking wet, and he feels like he might combust from how good you feel against him. 

Two orgasms should've been enough for you, but you know you won't feel fully sated without Seungcheol's cock dipping in and out of your pussy, leaving it all messy in a mix of your cum. You're not sure whether you can cum again, but you do know you want Seungcheol's cum inside of you, and soon. 

"Inside," you whisper against Seungcheol's lips, not letting him respond before you smash your lips to his again. Reaching down to grab at his cock, you're just about to line the tip with your hole when he shoves you away with a harsh grip on your arm. 

You yelp in surprise, the world turning into a blur, hardly comprehending that you're no longer sitting on top of him. You're now lying on your back, staring wide-eyed up at Seungcheol as he hauls your shirt off, leaving you just as naked as him. 

Seungcheol can't help how his eyes gravitate towards your tits, all on full display for his eyes to feast on. "Fucking perfect," he mutters, one hand jerking up and down his cock as his eyes roam up and down your body, taking everything in. The sight isn't foreign to him, but all the blood still rushes to his dick the same way every time. You're too fucking perfect. If ever comes a day that he ever sees a single flaw in your body, he'll fault his eyes instead. 

When you sigh, it comes out half a moan. "Hurry, Cheollie," you tell him, spreading your legs wider, holding yourself open with two hands on the back of your knees, baring yourself to him unashamedly. You're too desperate for his cock to worry about self-dignity now. 

Seungcheol groans, stomach flipping at the sweetness dripping from your lips when you say his name so endearingly. "Alright, alright..." He presses one hand on the back of your thigh while the other hand grips his cock, running the leaking head up and down your sloppy cunt. "Just don't cum on me too soon like last time, yeah?"

"Why are you bringing that up!"

"Actually... maybe I wouldn't mind. You always shut up so good after you cum." He chuckles at the deathly glare you give him, choosing that exact moment to sink into your awaiting heat, amused when your glare twists into an expression of utter bliss. Oh, he could die happy like this—cock snug in your warm, tight pussy. He allows you a few seconds to adjust, letting his hands travel all the places of your body that he can reach, leaving your skin prickling. 

"Move, Cheol...Please."

Seungcheol smirks at your pleading, watching the way you spread your legs even wider for him—inviting and beckoning him to take you like you're the sweetest and ripest forbidden fruit. "How do you want it, pretty?"

Your eyebrows knit in frustration. Surely , he's trying to tease you, purposely prolonging whatever this is when he could already be fucking you into the mattress by now. Still, you humour him, hoping he will give in. "Any way you want, I'll take it."

Seungcheol nods with a hum, nibbling at the insides of his cheeks as he glances down at the point where his cock disappears into your pussy. "Any way I want, hm?" he echoes back, swiping a thumb at your swollen clit, snickering when your hips jump, causing his cock to slip out, heavy girth springing up to smack against his stomach. 

You reach down with one hand, guiding his cock back to your pussy, desperate to be filled again. "Please, just please." The words come out frantic, almost distraught. "I need you."

Eventually, Seungcheol relents to your pleas. You look so pretty when you're begging for his cock, and that look you're giving him—you look delirious already, and he has barely done a thing.

"Shh, I've got you, sweetheart," he mutters, slipping back inside. Much to your delight, he doesn't dawdle this time. Although he does start off slow, pressing forward until his balls are pressed firmly against your ass each time he sinks in, earning a quiet sigh from you every time. "Pussy taking me so well, princess..."

At this pace, you're able to feel every slide of his cock against your pussy, the way the veins along his length rub against your walls so delectably. "God, f-fuck, fuck, Seungcheol..."

Your lover is watching your face closely, groaning now and then whenever your walls tighten around him, but amused for the most part. He doesn't want to seem arrogant, but he thinks it's incredibly flattering that you still react this way to his cock after years of being together. You're always so eager for him, shivering under his caresses as if you're starved of his touch, as if he has never sunk himself into your tight pussy again and again, only to come back for more. 

Even now, as he hooks his arms around your thighs, pulling you closer to him, you're sighing out his name so exquisitely, the syllables rolling off your tongue effortlessly. Your pussy drips for him, the sweet nectar leaking onto his cock, staining your inner thighs. 

A frustrated groan bubbles in your throat as you prop yourself up onto your elbows, scowling at the man who is currently not fucking you the way you both deserve it. The drag of his cock feels good, but you need more, and you know he does too. "Cheollie," you mewl in your sweetest voice, one hand grasping a handful of your breast, squeezing it in the hope of enticing him to go faster. "Need you to go faster, please..." 

Seungcheol doesn't try to hide his smirk, stopping the movement of his hips entirely. He knows you're trying to lure and tempt him, just like the seductress you are. He would be lying if he said your siren gaze and the sultry lilt of your voice don't make him feel as though he's spellbound. It's hard not to give in when you're looking up at him like you want him to wreck and pillage your body until you are practically ruined for everyone else but him.

When you flash him a saccharine smile, it's as if there is a magnetic pull drawing him down closer to you, mouth hovering over yours. He breathes you in, painfully aware of how his cock twitches inside you when you peer at him through your lashes.

"I thought you said you'd take anything I give you," Seungcheol mumbles, hot breath fanning against your lips. He pecks your lips once, angling his head to the side when you try to lean in for more, rejecting your kiss. He coos when you pout at his rejection. "So take what I'm giving you. That's what you promised me, isn't it?"

Then he swoops down lower to trail kisses down your jaw and neck, nipping at your collarbone. You're scowling at his statement, irked that he's using your words against you. Seungcheol doesn't seem to care about your current predicament, licking his way down to the slope of your breast, biting down on the skin with enough force to make it hurt. 

"Don't you want to feel good, Cheollie? Why are you making this longer than it should be?"

"Oh, don't you worry about me, darling. I'm very much enjoying myself," he murmurs, pressing tender kisses on the side of your breast. 

You're opening your mouth to retaliate but decide against it at the last second. Instead, you press your mouth together, saying nothing as you lie back on the bed. You'll let Seungcheol have his way with you for now. Whatever game he's playing right now won't last long, and his control will crumble eventually—at least, that's what you're hoping. 

When Seungcheol wraps his lips around your nipple, you let his name escape you in a sigh. His mouth is warm as he gently suckles, tongue circling the pebbled bud. You don't need to look down at him to know he's looking up at your face, taking in your reaction. "Feels good..." you pant when he stretches his jaw open further, taking more of your breast into his mouth, teeth skimming over tender skin. 

Your arms wrap around the back of his neck, pulling him in closer as you arch your back. The slight shift makes your brain short-circuit for a moment as his cock seems to burrow deeper inside of you, sending a flash of heat through your body. "Fuck, so big..."

Seungcheol hums against your chest, still sucking earnestly, lapping at your nipple with his tongue, pulling back now and then to look at the way your chest glistens with his spit. After some time, he switches to the other nipple, giving it the same treatment, making sure it's covered in his spit just the same as the other one. 

You're not sure whether Seungcheol realises it, but his hips have started moving again, cock pushing in and out with no precise pattern, only seeking the warmth of your cunt as it sinks in repeatedly. It's addicting but agonising as well because you want more, and you're not sure whether you can hold out any longer. "Cheol," you softly call out, hoping to gain his attention. You don't wait for him to respond before speaking again. "Need you to fuck me, please..."

He pulls back slightly, blowing cold air on your damp chest, making you shudder. "Aren't I already?" he asks as he litters kisses on the valley of your breasts, fucking into you less distractedly this time, the force of his thrust growing harder. 

You nod, breath stuttering when he finally gains speed, not as fast as you'd like but enough for your mind to go hazy. "Y-Yeah, just need—fuck—just need more..."

Seungcheol's laugh comes out a little shaky. He pushes himself back onto his knees, ignoring your whine at the loss of his warmth. "Are you being greedy, princess?" He gathers both your legs together, letting them dangle over one of his shoulders, rubbing his hands up and down your thighs soothingly when he hears your sigh of relief from the switch of position. 

"I'm not being greedy," you grit out, looking up at him, hissing when he delivers a notably hard thrust. "Please, please, just... faster..."

"See, what'd I say? That was you being greedy." Seungcheol admires you from this position, drinking in the quiet sounds you're emitting, savouring the fluttering of your pussy around his cock. 

Your eyes begin to brim with frustrated tears. You love the man with all your heart, but this is taking it a little far, even for you. You're yearning for him, blood pounding in your ears, skin aflame with desire and an insatiable hunger that threatens to swallow you entirely. How much longer do you have to wait? 

"I can't, Cheol," you sniff, tears spilling onto your cheeks. "P-Please, I really can't—"

Seungcheol shouldn't feel so satisfied with how you're crying from how overwhelming it is, but an undeniable sense of fulfilment washes over him at the sight of your tears. This is what he wanted, after all—to test your limit and push you to the edge. "Alright, sweetheart, don't cry, I've got you..."

With a kiss to your calf, Seungcheol finally grants you what you've been begging for all night, quickly finding a rhythm that immediately garners a loud cry out of you. He sighs, cock finally finding relief at the friction. He enjoyed the game while it lasted, but this—it makes him think that maybe he should've given in sooner. You could've been filled to the brim with his cum by now if it hadn't been for his stubbornness to see you pushed to your breaking point. With this thought in mind, Seungcheol fucks into you even harder, trying to make up for lost time. 

More tears escape your eyes, but it's not out of frustration this time. It's incredible how quickly the tiny sparks of pleasure can become something mighty—an unreckonable force that racks through your whole body, vicious and ruthless, almost cruel in a way.

"Still with me?" Seungcheol asks, gritting his teeth at how well you're taking him, his hands squeezing onto your thighs roughly, the hold almost painful. But you're too preoccupied with your own pleasure to care about whether or not his hands will leave bruises. 

"Baby, you still with me?" he repeats. 

"Hmm..."

Seungcheol shakes his head, not satisfied with your answer. "Talk to me, sweetheart."

"Y-Yeah," you respond, breathing in sharply. "With you..." Your words trail off into a low moan, a sound that makes Seungcheol's eyes flutter shut as he ruts into you faster. 

The sound of skin slapping against skin resonates through the bedroom. It's lewd and unmistakable. His balls slap against your puffy folds with each thrust, sending your slick splattering everywhere—on your ass, on the bed, some droplets even landing on his thighs. He loves it when you get all sloppy for him like this. 

Your hand claws at his own, nails digging into his wrist. Seungcheol lets you remove his hand from your thigh, a growl ripping in his chest when he realises your intention. Before he knows it, he has his palm splayed on your breast, one of your smaller hands resting atop his, guiding him to squeeze. He squeezes once, then twice, relishing the way you moan for him when he does. "That's it, always so good for me. You deserve this, yeah?"

"Don't stop, C-Cheol..." When you look up at him, he seems torn between looking at your face or down at the spot where his cock meets your pussy. He doesn't settle on one, letting his eyes flicker back and forth, breathing growing ragged when he notices your eyes on him. 

"Why would I stop, baby?" He lets his free hand settle on your unoccupied breast, kneading gently, enjoying how you writhe underneath him at the contact. Both hands pinch at your nipples, twisting just barely until they harden in his ministrations. "Why would I stop when you feel this good?"

You hadn't been sure at first whether you still had it in you to cum another time after doing it twice in a short span of time, but a single glance at Seungcheol has you disoriented. Something is churning in your stomach, coiling and winding like a tightly wound spring, poised to release if twisted a little further. The more you look at Seungcheol, the less focused your gaze becomes. Tiny beads of sweat trace a glistening path down his temple, and fine strands of hair cling to his forehead—a testament to the strenuous effort he has exerted thus far.

"Cheol..." you whine, tensing your thighs together, arching your chest up into his rough touches. 

"I know, I know... I can feel you tightening around me," he grits out, veins in his neck jutting out as he continues to strain himself through his thrusts, beginning to lose himself in the feeling of being buried inside your heat. He retracts his hands from your chest to grab each side of your hips. This way, he has more control of your body, able to pull you down onto his cock every time he thrusts in, pressing into you deeper. "Shit, you feel so good, princess. So fucking good, taking me so well. You love this cock, don't you?"

You don't know whether Seungcheol knows how much his words affect you, but you certainly feel the tingling shudder lick a path from the base of your back to the nape of your neck. You let him grapple at your hips and move you however he pleases, using you for his pleasure. 

"Say you love this cock, princess."

"Love it—fill me up so well, love your cock..." you slur. 

"That's right, always so needy for it."

Seungcheol has been holding himself back for some time now, his balls heavy, ready for release. With the way your pussy envelopes him so nicely and the way you're moaning and whining out his name, he knows it will only be a matter of time before he finishes. "You close, baby?" he asks you, chest heaving with every laboured breath he takes. His eyes are screwed shut, afraid he'd cum too soon if he catches a glimpse of your fucked-out face and bouncing tits. 

"Mmph, feels s-so good..."

Seungcheol brings one hand down to the space between your legs, slipping his thumb through the tight press of your plush thighs, quickly finding your clit. He doesn't take into account, however, the way your pussy would tighten around his dick as soon as he starts drawing quick circles around the sensitive bud. He doesn't have the time to warn you, only letting out a strained growl of your name as he is thrown over the edge, emptying himself inside you, filling you up in ribbons of cum that seem never-ending. 

Taken by surprise, you can only squeal, wide eyes searching for his as you grab onto his wrist. Seungcheol keeps his hips pressed to yours, balls smearing slick over your ass as he fills you to the brim. You keen at the feeling, toes curling as you savour the warmth of his cum as it paints your walls white. 

He shudders as the last spurts finally spill inside you, his hips rocking gently on their own, riding out the last few seconds. "Fuck, baby," he groans. He's panting, trying to suck in as much air into his lungs as he can with each inhale, the impact of his orgasm hitting more forcefully since he had been unintentionally edging himself for the past hour or so.

He knows you will eventually ask for more, but he's relieved you're giving him time to recover. He leans his head against your calf and closes his eyes, trying to regulate his breathing. It's hard because the thought that you're still in front of him, naked, dripping his seed, makes him feel winded in a way that is obscene. 

"Cheol..."

"Yeah?" he grunts. 

"You okay?" 

He lets your legs fall from his shoulder, gently setting it down onto the bed, easing you to lie on your side. "Mhm... m' fine," he swallows, "just give me a minute."

When he slides out of you, you let slip a squeak that makes Seungcheol crack a small smile. He splays a hand on the back of your thigh, leaning back slightly to catch a glimpse of the mess between your legs. He can't help the stirring of his cock as he watches driblets of his cum leak out of you, seeping into the bedsheets.

Seungcheol finds it difficult to tear his eyes away from the glorious sight of your ruined cunt. He suddenly finds himself in a predicament. He knows he needs to take a breather, even if there is a part of him that aches to bury himself into you and fill you with his cum for the second time tonight.

Finally, he settles himself beside you, positioning himself so that he's spooning you from behind. He brushes his hand down from your shoulder to your arm and then down the enticing curve of your waist. Your skin is soft and supple against his palm. His caresses must tickle because your giggles fill his ears as you writhe away from his teasing touch. "Cheol..." your whine of his name makes a rush of affection wash over him. 

Seungcheol grins, pushing himself up onto his elbow to lean over you just enough to nestle his face into the crook of your neck. When he nips at your jaw, you let out a breathless sigh, and he knows it won't be long until you ask him for more. He would give you more if only he hadn't just finished twice over the course of an hour. He will have to find another way to satiate your hunger. 

Your eyes flutter shut, humming when you feel Seungcheol's lips on your shoulder blade. You don't say anything as you push your lower half into him, which earns a grunt from the man as his sensitive cock comes into contact with your ass. Much to your dismay, his hand immediately flies to your waist, gently moving you away from him. 

"Baby," he rasps, the strain discernible in his voice. He pecks your lips when you tilt your head to pout at him. "Turn over and face me, hm?"

Slightly confused, you do as he says anyway, gasping when he pulls you into him with a hand on your lower back. With your chest pressed into his and face only inches away, you give him a questioning look, circling your arms around his neck and pressing a brief kiss to his lips. "Now what?"

Seungcheol responds by kissing you. His kiss is hard and fierce, stealing your breath as he sinks his teeth into your lower lip, soothing the stinging bite with a fleeting sweep of his tongue. You arch into him, moaning into his mouth when you feel his free hand trail up your chest to settle on the nape of your neck, allowing him to have a better reign. 

Something presses against your aching cunt, and you have to break away with a dazed gasp, peering down between your bodies. Seungcheol has shoved his leg between yours, angling his thigh upward to press against you.

The hand on your back moves to the dip of your waist, encouraging you to roll your hips back and forth. The realisation of what he wants you to do makes you whimper. "Oh, God—"

"Shh, just focus on me, sweetheart. You can be a good girl and ride my thigh, yeah?"

When you try to respond, nothing comes out except a garbled moan. You must look so salacious to him—moving your hips back and forth like a desperate whore, dragging your wet pussy against his thigh, eyes rolling back from the simulation on your clit. You swear you see stars dancing in your vision, skin prickling as every thought in your mind withers into nothing. 

"That's it, I can feel how warm you are... So fucking warm and wet."

You try to kiss him again but find yourself pulling away shortly after, too dazed to keep up with the force of Seungcheol's kisses. His thigh is drenched and sticky from the mixture of your juices and his cum that has leaked out of your hole, but he keeps you stable with a firm grip on the back of your thigh. Whenever you roll your hips, the squelching sound from between your thighs is distinct, and it makes your whole face burn. 

With a sigh of his name, you weave your fingers through his hair, tugging when the stimulation becomes too intense for your liking. It feels fucking euphoric—the way his solid thigh feels against your soaked pussy as it drags up, down, up, down—but it's somehow not enough at the same time. 

Seungcheol thinks your moans sound like angels singing in his ears, and he eagerly drinks it all in, watching your face intently at the same time, relishing the way your eyes roll back during moments when the pleasure washes over you in waves. "So cute." 

"Fuck, Cheol, 's not enough..."

Seungcheol's mouth stretches into a grin, letting a few seconds pass in silence as he watches you rut desperately against his thigh, so keen to reach your long-awaited high. "Not enough? You're dripping all over me, though?" To prove his point, he withdraws his thigh from between your legs, shushing you when you whine in protest. "Let's see..."

Two of his fingers swipe at the sticky residue on his thigh. He lifts his hand to your face, showing the glossy remnant on his fingers. To further taunt you, he spreads the fingers apart, allowing a stringy thread of the creamy slick to bridge the gap between the two digits. He doesn't bother concealing his smirk when your sheepish face comes into focus, cheeks red from a combination of arousal and shame. 

You huff when he sticks his fingers into his mouth, tasting the slick that clings to it. The deep hum that rumbles in his chest kindles a fire in you that you know can only be doused by Seungcheol's touch alone. You can only watch, stunned, mind teeming with a flurry of wild thoughts as he finally removes his fingers from his mouth. 

"Now you choose, princess. It's either my thigh or nothing at all."

It takes you a moment to decipher his words. "But that's not fair..." you whine. 

"Just choose."

"I don't wanna..."

"Time's ticking."

You give in—of course you do. Knowing Seungcheol, he probably would stay true to his words. He wouldn't have any problem leaving you high and dry as he excuses himself to the bathroom to clean himself up. Then, he would come back to bed as if nothing had happened, and he wouldn't give in no matter how much you cling to him and beg for even an ounce of his attention. Then you'd have to wait until the morning to finally get some relief, either by his fingers or tongue, because he always insists on fucking you only after he has had his dose of morning coffee. It's infuriating, but it would be a lie if you said you didn't enjoy his pesky games. 

"Fine... Your thigh is fine."

"Use your big girl words."

"I need your thigh, please, Cheol. Pretty please..."

Seungcheol pauses briefly, letting your words sink in before he nods in approval. "Alright, if you insist." 

When he slots his thigh between your legs again, it's as if you've stumbled upon an oasis amid a scorching drought. The pleasure is liberating, and you're sighing his name against the crook of his neck, melting into his touch, going putty in his hold. You're grasping at both his shoulders, nails biting into his skin as the tautness in your stomach gradually builds again. It's slow, almost torturous, but the mounting tension from before has you trembling, and Seungcheol notices. He always does. 

"Breathe," he reminds you, tapping your cheek gently to ensure you hear him. "Take your time and breathe, 'm not going anywhere."

"Unghh, I don't know if I can—"

"You can, baby," he encourages softly.

Seungcheol pulls you even closer by your thigh, hitching your leg a little higher against his hips, spreading you open a little more. He can feel you throbbing against him, and the warmth emanating from between your legs makes him feel heady. 

"Fuck," he cusses, wishing so badly it was his cock that was making you writhe in his embrace and cry out his name so sweetly. "Stay with me. Are you close?"

You sob at the question. "I don't know. God, C-Cheol..."

"Hey, look at me, princess." Seungcheol nods when you finally compose yourself enough to look at him. "Breathe, and focus on me."

The movement of your hips doesn't stop as he mutters his instructions. 

"Uh-uh, keep your eyes on me," he reprimands when he notices your gaze flittering down to the glistening mess on his thigh. "That's right, keep those pretty eyes on me. That's it..."

You're sure you've lost all your ability to communicate effectively or conjure up a coherent sentence. The only word you manage to babble and stutter out is Seungcheol's name. No matter how much you try, you can't help the shaking of your legs or the ragged rise and fall of your chest as you try to gulp in enough air. It feels so fucking good—you want to tell him—but nothing comes out except choked moans and whimpers. 

"Don't worry about anything else. Just focus on the feeling..."

"C-Cheol, 'm close... I don't—I'm—"

"Shh, just relax. It's going to feel so good when you let go," Seungcheol says, hand still secure on the back of your thigh, helping you grind down against him. He thinks he might need a long, cold shower after this is all over. 

When you breathe in, the smell of Seungcheol's tantalising cologne fills your nose, and you can't help but cry out. The mix of patchouli and bergamot combined with the natural scent of his musk makes you tense against him. He smells heavenly. He smells like home. "Oh my God, ungh—"

"It's okay, you can cum. No one's stopping you."

Your eyes drift over his face, focusing on every feature and every detail, no matter how minuscule. Ultimately, it is precisely the look in his dark eyes that throws you over the edge. His eyes have an allure to them—filled with desire and longing that dance wildly in the shadows, luring you into their mysterious depth.  

The pleasure doesn't hit you all at once—it starts from the end of your toes, trailing up your legs, erupting into flurries of flames in your stomach, winding up your spine like an electric current that singes at every nerve. The euphoria builds like a crescendo, like a warmth that blossoms into an inferno and sweeps through your whole being. Your skin burns, but you feel as though you're drowning—chest tight, eyes glassy, mouth agape in a silent shout. Blood roars in your ears, and each heartbeat feels like a drumbeat, pounding against the confines of your ribcage, a relentless rhythm that drowns out every other sound. 

When the pleasure finally subsides, it leaves a lingering warmth that seems to simmer under your skin. It's a pleasant buzzing, one that makes you feel drowsy. You slump against Seungcheol, hiding your face in his bare chest, trying to hide your bashful smile that would give away how blissful you currently feel. You breathe in his perfume, grounding yourself, soaking in the heat of his body as he gently brushes a palm up and down your back. 

Seungcheol tenderly clasps your hand, lifting it delicately to plant a soft kiss on the inside of your wrist. His kisses trail down, mouth caressing each fingertip before turning your hand gently. With utmost reverence, he presses his lips against the glimmering engagement ring on your finger, bestowing it with two tender pecks, a silent promise sealed in each kiss.

"I love you," he whispers against your temple, nosing at your cheekbone. "But do you think you could cum that fast again?"

Still recovering from your high, you struggle to grasp his words. "What do you mean?"

"Like before. I mean, I was barely in you, and you were cumming all over me so fast I almost didn't realise—"

Your loud gasp cuts him off. "You are such a dick! Stop talking about that!"

"Never!" he objects, dimples showing when he grins. "It's going to make for the perfect story to tell to all our friends—"

Deciding your words won't effectively shut his blabbering mouth, you're left with no choice but to resort to slapping his arm instead, not stopping until he seizes your wrist, effectively thwarting your assault on him. 

"Okay, okay," he concedes with a laugh. "I'm just kidding. That story will forever stay with me and me only. I'm sorry, okay?"

"You don't look sorry."

"You're right, it was just so fucking hot—"

"You're insufferable. Break off our engagement right now."

The faux horror that overtakes his face is hilarious. "Alright, I'll stop. I really am sorry. Seriously."

You giggle at the admission. "You're stuck with me, you know? There's no backing out of a marriage with me."

He playfully sighs. "Hm, I'm not so sure about that.. I mean, it's not like we're already married—"

"Nice try, but I've already picked out my dress, and it's non-refundable."

"True, and I've just put a baby in you as well, so..."

You lean back, flashing him an incredulous look. "Again, nice try. Still on the pills, dummy."

"And what if they suddenly just... vanished?"

Snickering, you sit up, feeling unbearably icky and sweaty. "Why don't you marry me first, and then we can try having children. Deal?" You don't wait for his response, pushing yourself off the bed and shuffling your way to the bathroom. You can almost feel his eyes burning lasers into your bare ass. 

"Why don't you start calling me daddy from now on? You know, for practice?"

"Absolutely not."

"What do you think about having four children?" 

"I love you too, Seungcheol."

"Is that a yes?"

"You're cute."

There's a pause. "So, yes?"

"What should we do this weekend?" 

You hear him get off the bed, his thundering footsteps drawing nearer. "Stop changing the subject!"

© sweetlemontart — all rights reserved. ✮⋆˙

[violettavonviolet]

Ironstrange, Tony Stark/Stephen Strange fic recs

Hey guys, I have another fic rec list; the word count goes up as you scroll down, all fics are finished and amazing! Be aware of the warnings that are tagged, and show the others some love!

if you have any other ships you'd like a rec list for sent me a message/ask!

Cockthistle Thundercunt

TenSpencerRiedPlease

Summary:

Christine gives him a once over and smiles a little, “you really don’t believe in the soul mate thing? Come on, I’m sure you have a phrase. Test it on him,” she says, nodding at a tall, attractive Asian guy headed their way. Tony sighs and decides to humor her because it never works- she’s not the first to test his theory. 

“Cockthistle thundercunt,” he says as soon as the poor bastard he’s testing this on gets close enough to hear. Imagine his intense surprise when he gets an offended noise of frustration.

“You made me walk around with cockthistle thundercunt on my body my whole life- you have no idea how embarrassing that is!” he snaps.

Crack 2k

 I Tried to Be Chill (but you're so hot I melted)

dls

Summary:

"I just...haven't considered I'd be open to something like that, you know? But Stephen changed my mind."

"As long as you're happy, Tony, I'm happy."

Or: 5 Times Tony Stark's Friends Thought He was Dating Stephen Strange and the 1 Time They Realized He was Dating the Sorcerer Supreme.

Super sweet 3k

Tony Stark's secret husband

cutebutpsyco

Summary:

It’s not like they wanted to keep the secret because they didn’t. They never spoke about going public with their wedding, and nobody but for tabloids ever asked either Stark or Stephen about their romantic lives so, again, Tony wouldn’t blame either himself or Stephen for keeping it between the two of them.

3k secret relationships

 Invictus

Wix

Summary:

After the fight in Siberia, Tony opens his eyes and starts down a new path with new friends and family alike, even with the shadow of a particular ex-Avenger hovering over him.

Pretty bashy for cap. America

7k

Sense of Being

Breyito

Summary:

Relics are not something out of the ordinary in the lives of sorcerers. Sentient relics are more unique. A relic that can express thoughts and emotions as the Cloak does? Almost unprecedented. There is not much written about the Cloak of Levitation; which doesn't make easier for people to understand them. The concept of an object not being a possession, but somewhat their own person is difficult to grasp for many; respect it, even more so.

The fact that Tony Stark, a man who hates everything related to the Mystic Arts didn't even blink when introduced to the Cloak is not something Stephen had the chance to think about when they met; but it certainly makes him curious now, after things are back to normal.

The contradictions that are part of the Golden Avenger make him even more interesting than he already is; more tempting than he should be. Stephen and the Cloak start spending more time in the Compound, in Tony’s sanctuary, his workshop, and with his creations. The two men start opening up to each other and what was only attraction quickly transforms into something deeper.

No one saw the implications of what letting Dum-E and the Cloak bond would mean.

(Also, Stephen panics. But only minimally.)

8k pretty funny

Embers

surveycorpsjean

Summary:

They’re horribly different in all the best ways.

8k

Living in the Shadows of Denial

orphan_account

Summary:

From this prompt I found on Tumblr:

Soulmates can share abilities. So, like, if your soulmate is a good cook, you can use their talents when you need to make a really tasty dish. It usually only occurs once you know who the soulmate is.

However, I want there to be an Avenger AU where Strange is hit and unresponsive and Tony is pissed and uses magic (from Strange) to wreak havoc on their foe- like raining fire type chaos. When the smoke clears, everyone is looking at Tony and he has an 'oh sh*t' moment as he realizes that he was a soulmate and his soulmate is one Stephen Strange.

9k super sweet soul mates

the seduction of a gentleman - a tale of obliviousness and blue balls

graveltotempo

Summary:

Tony has been the most eligible bachelor omega of America for years now:

getting into Stephen Strange's pants should not be very hard for him.

What Tony did not expect, however, was that Doctor and Sorcerer Supreme Stephen Vincent Strange is... a gentleman.

oh boy.

9k explicit a/b/o

Tony and the Neurosurgeon

ArcticVulpix

Summary:

JARVIS would only accept the best for sir. So a doctor who can keep up with Tony's banter and with a high enough intelligence to understand him was pretty high up on the list.

10 k

i babysat god and he stabbed me with a fork

surveycorpsjean

Summary:

If these two idiots don’t sort out their shit real soon, Loki is going to stab everyone in this room and then himself.

11k humor

Stranger Danger

graveltotempo

Summary:

DUM-E has noticed that lately, DAD-E has been spending a lot of time with another man, and he really does not like the looks they share with each other.

The rest of the bot + humans + AI + synthezoid family does not seem to mind this stranger, but DUM-E does mind. He minds verymuch.

Thank god he is the oldest and the best equipped to deal with the danger (he truly is the BEST BOT). This STEV-E with a PH better watch out!

11k super funny

Of They and Them

surveycorpsjean

Summary:

When faced with the brink of death, Stephen is forced to pull one last spell out of his sleeve. It's deemed to fail anyways. Except it doesn't. 

A full fusion can only be done by the two most compatible souls in the universe. 

Well, aren't they lucky.

13k finished

the one where tony and stephen should really stop eye-fucking each other, hello, thanos is coming?!

graveltotempo

Summary:

The Universe is about to end. Thanos is the formidable foe Tony has been worrying about since the Battle of New York and he's finally coming. That's what Tony is worrying about.

Or should he be worrying about.

But then again who thought throwing him in space with his ex boyfriend was in any way a good idea?

34k iconic

Scars on Your Heart

SailorChibi

Summary:

Determined to stop Thanos by killing him before he collects all the Stones, Tony travels back in time and seeks out the one person who can help him: Dr. Stephen Strange. With less than a week to go before Thanos's ships crashland on Earth, Tony and Strange form an alliance - and, just maybe, start falling in love.

44k

Mystic

TenSpencerRiedPlease

Summary:

Soul mate's names appear on their mate's skin. But the names aren't just the ones on their birth certificate- soul marks detailed every name your soul mate would ever receive throughout their lifetime.

Tony’s soul mate is fucking stupid. This idiot used the name ‘Stephen Strange’ and ‘Dr. Strange’- both of which made sense- but then the final tattoo that liked to appear sometimes was fucking ‘Sorcerer Supreme’. He decided from the moment he saw that embarrassing name he was one hundred percent never, ever going to give two shits about his dumbass soul mate.

Stephen had rolled his eyes so hard when ‘Iron Man’ flitted across his arm for the first time. Well, the first time he could read it. But the other names were interesting too- namely Tony Stark.

53k soulmates

skate fast eat ass

orphan_account

Summary:

nattytaffy: I have good news and bad news

falconfratboy: What

nattytaffy: Good news- bucky and clint aren’t dead

falconfratboy: Bad news?

nattytaffy: They’re under custody at the police station for beating up a hotdog stand guy

falconfratboy: i’m so proud

or: the self indulgent high school au gc fic where all the kids are trying their best

(drawings, questions concerns suggestions etc at my instagram @cryptic_potato).

57k main pairing is steve/bucky, underage , also a series with more focus on them later

Citizen Erased

Imagined

Summary:

What do you do when no one in the world ever manages to remember you?

Anyone who sees Tony Stark promptly forgets he ever existed after mere seconds. When everyone he has ever cared about has lost their memories of him, he goes to Stephen Strange, possibly the only one who can help him lift the curse. But a terrifying danger is coming, and saving the world isn’t an easy job to do when no one can remember who you are.

178k

Spread your wings; guardians of infinity: second chance

Graveltotempo

In 2018, on Earth-199999, Thanos gathered all the Infinity Stones and snapped his fingers. Half of the Universe was promptly dusted, and a third was further killed as a direct consequence of the dusting. Weeks later, Thanos used the Infinity Stones once more and destroyed them - thus destroying the Universe itself.

Stephen Strange saw this, but there was no way to save them or the Universe, no time.

And then the Infinity Stones themselves gave him time. Gave him a second chance to save another Universe, their sister Earth: Earth-200207.

A quest that takes place across space and time, within souls and minds, with power and reality. A bet that could save trillions of people or could condemn them to a future worse than he one of Earth-199999. A game of chess against the butterfly effect, with one single starting player:

7 works 410 k finished

[bbyquokka]

Valentines day with ot8

pairing: ot8 x fem��reader

genre: headcanon, smut – MDNI

synopsis: how you'd spend valentines day with skz

warnings: she/her pronouns, smut, established relationships, pet play, oral sex (m + f rec), anal toys (plug), pet names, use of the word master and sir, clit play, inexperienced reader, virgin reader, loss of virginity, mention of feeling insecure and anxious, Amazon sex position, grinding, reader calls jisung a pervert, breast and nipple play, mention of porn watching, unprotected and protected penetration (p in v), mention of using a safe word and the traffic light system, masturbation (m), thigh fucking, temp play (ice)  

words: 8.4k ~ (8408)

do not repost and/or translate! do not steal the artwork!

feedback & reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

in collaboration with my darling @sstarryoong! he did this amazing, stunning banner for this & i couldnt be more prouder and excited! pls give him some love in future art projects, he deserves it!!

☆ m.list — ☆ you can also read it on my ao3

꒰ Chan ꒱ 

He's been working hard lately. Having to juggle work and home has become tiring and exhausting for him. He comes home from work, showers, eats and crawls into bed, ultimately done for the night.

You don't blame him though. It's that time of the year. However, you couldn't help but feel like the intimacy between you both had diminished. You know he's tired so you don't expect him to do anything however, when you would crawl into bed, he'd at least give you some form of intimacy, whether that'd be spooning you or just gentle kisses - now he doesn't do any of that.

Has the romance died? Is there no spark between you both anymore? Is Chan bored of you? All these questions swimming around in your head and not a single answer to any of them which makes you feel more anxious and worried. 

You tried to initiate it, saying that he doesn't have to move a single muscle, that you'll do all the work but Chan just wasn't interested, claimed he was too tired and that he has a busy day ahead.

You soon started to feel defeated, sometimes crying to yourself in the bathroom before settling next to him in bed. 

But you didn't give up. You refuse to give up.

Valentine's day is coming up so you decided to splash out on some sexy lingerie to surprise your lover. Maybe then he will give you the attention you deserve! 

A nice, sexy red lace set. Panties and bralette made of flimsy material and see through. Cute hearts decorate the bralette covering where your nipples would show. A matching garter belt and stockings to accommodate it. If this doesn't make Chan drool, then you don't know what will.

The time finally came. Chan was finishing up in the bathroom after taking a shower, the sounds of the hairdryer going off. You quickly change into your lacy underwear before quickly styling your hair to make yourself look the part as well as spraying some of your best perfume on your neck. Nerves and anticipation surges through your veins, bubbling in your stomach.

What if he doesn't like it? What if this is the final straw? If this fails, then you don't know what else you can do to make him touch or look at you.

So deep in thought, you fail to hear the bathroom door open. The soft slaps of bare feet on the floorboards as Chan approaches.

“Holy shit…” He breathes out. You spin on your heels to face him, cheeks turning a nice pink colour.

“Chan–”

“Sh.” He simply instructs, walking towards you. You press your lips together in a thin line, unable to take your eyes off him. His aura is different, a sudden change of atmosphere making you feel small and submissive.

“My gosh don't you look adorable.” He groans, grabbing your cheeks in his hand softly. You're forced to look up at him, your throat turning dry.

“C-Chan…” You weakly squeak. You feel his fingers lightly feather over the flimsy material of your bralette, outlining the curve of your breasts before gently poking your nipple. He lines the heart shape slowly, his fingertip nudging against the bud. 

You shiver, letting out a weak moan. You couldn't help it. It's been days, weeks since he's last touched you. You can already feel your cunt throb and ache, panties slowly soaking up your slick and sticking to you. You're touch starved and it's obvious from the way your body responds from his simple touch.

He releases your cheeks before sliding both hands down your sides and cupping your ass.

He pulls you flush to his naked chest. You can feel the heat radiating off his skin onto yours. It's suffocating, it's making you dizzy. His scent is all over and around you, you're becoming intoxicated.

“All this is for me?” Chan licks his lips hungrily as he presses his erection onto your thigh.

“Yes.” you instantly reply.

“Why?”

“It's valentine's day and you haven't touched me in so long Chan. I'm touch starved.” You pout, whining softly. Chan chuckles softly 

“I'm sorry pup. I've just been so tired lately. I have wanted to pleasure you, believe me but I'm so pent up that I'm scared of hurting you…”

“I trust you Chan. With my whole heart. I know you wouldn't do anything to hurt me. Just please Chan, please fuck me.” You beg, cupping his erection and gently palming it. Chan lets out a shaky moan before smirking.

“Be careful what you wish for, y/n”

“I mean it! Please Chan, fuck me like you mean it. I want to be sore, I want to feel you deep inside. I want to be fucked dumb. Just, please!”

You squeal as Chan picks you up and throws you on the bed. He crawls over to you, situating himself between your legs.

“I warned you, y/n but you just couldn't keep your mouth shut, huh.”

꒰ Minho ꒱ 

Minho tugs on the leash that's attached to your collar, your body jerking slightly. You look up from your sleeping position on the floor before kneeling and sitting on the back of your heels, awaiting his instructions. It's valentine's day, a day that he never cared about until you suggested that you'd make valentines day his day.

He hums softly, patting your head gently before twisting your hair around his finger. He gently strokes the fake fur of the cat ears that rest on your head, a cute delicate collar around your neck with a bell attached to it with a matching tail. 

“Yes, master?” 

“Suck.” He simply instructs. You nod, crawling between his parted legs before pulling down his jeans and underwear. You wrap your fingers around his dick, starting off slow and steady. 

Minho's attention turns back onto the TV, his eyes flickering from the screen, to you then back to the screen. He slouches a bit more as his cock gets hard in your hand. You hum softly, pumping his base before leaning in to kitten lick his tip.

You press your tongue flat against his tip, collecting his pre cum that is currently seeping from his slit. Your free hand comes up to massage and fondle with his balls, rolling them slowly in the palm of your hand. Minho closes his eyes slowly as your lips wrap around his cockhead.

You softly suck, wrapping your tongue around it and letting the wet muscle caresses his red tip. The salty flavor of his pre cum coats your taste buds making you hum and shiver. You look up at your lover, his nonchalant expression refusing to change until you suddenly lower your head on his cock, taking more of his size and letting him hit the back of your throat.

Minho's eyes widen at the sudden action as he looks down at you. He parts his lips, toes curling as you instantly swallow around his cock. Saliva bubbles from the corner of your lips, the ability to breathe becoming a struggle from the sheer thickness of him.

Your throat clenches around Minho. He kicks his head back, a throaty groan leaving his lips. His composure breaks as he feels your tongue caress his cock, mouth getting to work on sucking him well.

You place both hands on his thick thighs, eyes fluttering close as you lower your head further down until your nose touches his pubic area. Minho stutters, struggling to stop his hips from bucking upwards. He gathers your hair in his fist, tugging harshly at the roots. You let out a muffled cry, tears welling and spilling from the corner of your eyes as saliva dribbles down your chin.

“F-Fuck, kitten. Shit…” Minho shivers as you slowly pull some of his length out of your mouth. Keeping your lips around him, you work on sucking him how he likes it. Tongue caressing and wrapping around his cock, hands caressing and rolling his balls in the palm of your hand. The bell of your collar jingles with each head movement, Minho being unable to hold back his moans.

“Shit, good.. so good.” He whimpers, plump lip caught between his teeth as your face becomes stained with tears and slobber. 

“Such a good kitten, sucking master's cock.” He gathers the faux leather leash, twisting it around his fist to tug harshly. You whimper softly, pulling his cock out of your mouth. A thin string of saliva being the only thing connecting you both at this point.

“All fours.” Minho demands. You nod, shifting on all fours. Your back is to Minho, ass and pussy on full display. Minho licks his lips, kneeling behind you and spreading your ass cheeks. He shivers at the sight of your butt plug that's buried inside, a fake fur tail attacked at the end to finish off the cat like appearance.

“My gorgeous kitten.” Minho coos, playing with your tail before gently applying pressure on the plug. You let out a soft whimper, your swollen bottom lip caught between your teeth.

“Does that feel good, kitten?”

“Yes sir.” You shakily breathe out, feeling his fingertips dance towards your pussy. He uses his middle and index finger to rub between your folds, a hum of contentment emitting from his lips as his fingers become soaked.

“So wet for me, kitten. Did you get like this because you sucked some cock?” 

“Y-Yes sir.” He presses the pad of his fingertips against your swollen clit, rubbing slow circles on the nub. Your legs shake, arms unable to hold your body weight. He slips two fingers in your cunt, your walls welcoming him by squeezing around his fingers. He leans over you, chest pressing on your back.

“I think I might like Valentine's day.” 

꒰ Changbin ꒱

Changbin is the only person you've ever known when it comes to sex. Changbin has a lot more experience than you do in that department. You were a virgin when you two met so he is all you ever know. You don't have much sexual experience, not knowing what you like and dislike, however, Changbin is patient with you.

He told you to take your time, that there is no rush. You will find out what positions and kinks you like eventually, reassuring you that you shouldn't rush because stuff like this cannot be rushed.

But you can't help that nagging feeling of insecurity in the back of your mind. Some days you wish you knew what you were doing because then, it would be easier and much more smooth sailing. Changbin has told you time and time again that he doesn't mind, that he understands the situation and that you shouldn't feel scared nor insecure - but your mind tells you differently.

Valentine's day is around the corner and you want to do something special with him. You couldn't do anything last year due to work commitments and when you two finally had free time, the moment was over and done with. This year is different however and you want to make it a day he won't ever forget.

You shopped for some cute looking underwear. It's not the first time you've shopped for underwear, however this type of underwear is different and is for a different meaning.

Walking along the shelves and racks of cute and sexy underwear, robes and even some bdsm equipment, you were once again reminded that this is all new to you. You didn't know exactly what you were going for nor what you wanted to look or feel like. When a staff member offered you some help, you flushed a deep red and scurried out of the store empty handed.

You didn't know what Changbin likes when it comes to this. What does he like to see his partner wear? What colours does he like? Red, pink, blue? Does he like lace or cotton? The more unanswered questions you have, the more insecure and nervous you feel.

You tried again the next day, taking deep breaths and this time, you accepted the help from the staff member. You bought yourself a cute baby pink set. Nothing too extreme but nothing too minimal. Now you have to hide it away from your lover and hiding things from Changbin can be quite tricky.

The week went by slowly. During the week, you googled positions and techniques to get your loved ones to feel good. That's when you come across a position known as the ‘Amazon Position.’ Your curiosity piqued, the picture of said position making you want to try it with Changbin. Only problem is, how do you bring something up like this to him?

Changbin knew something was going on with you, he could tell by the way you acted so skittish around him. How you would be quick to lock your phone or hold it close to your chest when he questioned what you were doing. He knew but he had a feeling that you being so secretive is for a good reason.

Valentine's day came and as expected, you feel sick to your stomach with nerves. You wrote a mental script, imagined it all out in your head. Changbin was out for the day, work commitments but he promised to make it up to you later that night but of course, you have other plans.

You spend the majority of the day clock watching, continually trying on the set wondering if doing this is a good idea. You feel good on the set. The soft pink with hearts and bows gave it that innocent appeal to it and that's exactly how you feel – innocent and cute.

6 pm rolls over. Changbin will be home in 30 minutes max. You ignore the sick feeling, ignore your nerves as you put on the set, fixing your hair and make up. You put on a robe to conceal it as you hear the front door open.

“Y/n! Baby, I'm home!” You grin, hearing your lover's voice. Your worries instantly wash away. You rush out of the bedroom, feet slapping against the wood floor.

“Binnie!!” You fail to hide your excitement as you run to him. He laughs, opening his arms wide. You run into them, Changbin wrapping his strong arms around you and lifting you up.

“How's my favourite baby girl?” He hums softly, hands cupping your ass softly to keep you stable. You blush a soft pink colour.

“I'm fine. Missed you though.” You pout. Changbin softly kisses your pout before laughing softly. You mewl, nuzzling into his neck and inhaling his natural scent. His scent causes shivers to run down your spine and shoot to your core. 

It's Binnie, your Binnie. The man you love and adore so much. The man who is your safe space.

“Binnie.” You softly whisper, kissing his neck delicately. Changbin hums softly.

“I bought you something.” He whispers. 

“You did?” 

“Mhm. Want it now or–?” You pull your head away from his neck, looking to the side as you bite your lip. Changbin tilts his head to the side. “Baby, what's wrong?”

“W-Well, I uh…” You start. Changbin gently puts you back down, your feet hitting the wood floor. “I bought something and I wanted to ask you something and well, I'm just so embarrassed and worried that you won't like it..”

Tears well in your eyes suddenly, the action surprising you as well as Changbin. You're so nervous right now, thoughts and insecurities consuming your body.

“Take your time baby.” Changbin hums softly, wiping your tears with his thumb.

“I-I think it's best if I show you.” You mumble, grabbing his hand and leading him to the bedroom. You instruct him to sit, stepping in between his legs. You take a deep breath in before removing your robe, letting it shimmy down your shoulders and pool at your feet.

Changbin's eyes widened at your set, his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“Is this what you wanted to show me, baby?” You nod slowly, taking shaky breaths. “Can I touch?”

“Yes.” His fingertips lightly dance up your sides. He traces the hearts on your bra, playing with the little bow in the center. He gently cups your breasts, palming them in his hand softly.

“B-Binnie…” You softly moan. 

“What else baby? Tell your Binnie what else you want.”

“I-I found a position called the Amazon position and I–I want to try it with you.” That pink flush turns a bright red. Changbin licks his lips slowly, his hands now playing with the curve of your ass.

“You want to try it with me baby? Are you sure?” You nod. “Are you doing this because you want to or because you're trying to please me? Because if you're doing this for me then–”

“I want to! Please Binnie… I-I know I'm inexperienced but I just, I don't know… I just want to try it with you and see if I like it…” Changbin stands up, cupping your cheeks gently.

“Look me in the eyes and tell me you're comfortable with this.” You look into Changbin's eyes, drowning in the beauty of his eyes. Lust is evident but the love you see is drowning you. 

“I'm comfortable.”

Changbin lays flat on his back, legs up and bent at the knees. He holds the back of his thighs, legs spread. You shuffle close to him, holding the base of his condom clasped penis. You hold it straight, squatting over the back of his thighs.

“Are you sure?” Changbin asks for the nth time. You nod.

“I'm sure Binnie. I trust you.” Changbin smiles softly at you, giving you the go ahead. You lower yourself down on his length. Both of you moaning in unison, the stretch you feel from his cock burning. You wait a few seconds before thrusting your hips towards him. You let out a shaky whimper, leaning forward to place your hands on his soft pecs.

“B-Binnie…” You moan out, head hanging low. The new position makes it possible for Changbin to reach into unknown territory. You're at a loss for words from how pleasurable it feels. You're in control, you get to control how deep and how fast to go. Your clit rubbing against Changbin, the feel of being able to control making you feel overwhelmed

“You look so beautiful and in control, baby girl. The best valentine's gift ever.”

꒰ Hyunjin ꒱

Hyunjin was sculpted by a Greek god, giving him romantic attributes so it's no surprise that Valentine's day is made for him. His little habits, hobbies and interests as well as his sense of style screams soft romantic.

Valentine's day is Hyunjin's favourite thing of the year purely because he gets to show that romantic side to you. He never fails in making you feel like royalty. You often tease him, calling him a soppy romantic but in reality, you adore that side of him 

You feel lucky to have someone like Hyunjin in your life.

This year you didn't fancy doing anything spontaneous. The week has been tiring for you both, neither of you fancied getting dressed and going out plus neither of you needed any new clothing or hobby related stuff - so Hyunjin suggested that you both just do some art together.

You're both sitting on the wood floor of Hyunjin's art studio, a few candle sticks in empty wine glasses situated on the tables. You're sitting cross legged facing each other, your hair tied in a messy bun. Hyunjin's hair is getting long again but it's not long enough for him to tie up, so he's settled on using a pink hairband of yours to keep his hair out of his face.

Different types of paints, paint brushes and canvases situated around you both. Both dressed in clothing that you don't really care about meaning you can get messy. A soft, classical piece playing in the background as the soft sounds of paint brushes being dragged around the canvases.

“How's it going for you angel?” Hyunjin's eyes flicker up from his canvas to you. He chuckles softly to himself as your tongue sticks out in concentration - a habit of yours he loves so much.

“It's going alright.” You laugh, eyebrows furrowing together.

“Just alright?” You nod, looking up and melting at the sight of him. You forget how handsome Hyunjin looks, with his prince-like appearance; however, tonight he looks exquisite. The soft glow of the candles, stray pieces of hair falling in front of his face, a few paint streaks on his cheeks, you feel like the luckiest person on the planet.

“I just can't get your right eye correct! I have the left done perfectly but the right eye is just annoying me.” You whine softly. Hyunjin laughs, dipping his paintbrush in some water.

“The struggles for many of us artists out there, darling. Trying to get things perfect and symmetrical doesn't always go to plan.” 

“I applaud you, Jinnie. You make art look so easy.”

“It takes time and practice my love. I never used to be good.”

“Lies. You've always been good. I'm jealous.” You huff.

“Jealous? Jealous of what?” Hyunjin looks up at you.

“Of everything! Have you seen yourself baby! You're so pretty and handsome. You have amazing talents, like damn!” Hyunjin laughs, his hand automatically coming up to hide his smile as his cheek turns a pink colour.

“Thank you darling, I appreciate it, however, I think you're the prettiest person in the world.” You shuffle on the spot, looking down at your artwork as you flush a deep red 

“S-Shut up, jinnie.” Hyunjin laughs softly, shrugging his shoulders before getting back to work on his art piece. Silence falls upon you both. It's comfortable. Nothing feels forced or awkward. It's nice, calm and just what you both need.

“Ready to show?” Hyunjin puts his paintbrush down as you do the same. You hum softly, nodding. “On three. One, two, three!”

You both flip your canvases around. Your eyes widen, a feeling of shock and admiration rushing through your mind and body. His art is breathtaking, making you awe at his talents. He's captured you in a way that you've never been captured before, painting you in a feeling of softness and comfort. He's managed to get down every last detail. From the wispy bits of your hair to the textures of your face.

“Hyunjin.. i–” you struggle to find the words, tears starting to well in your eyes as you feel overwhelmed.

“Do you like it, darling?” 

“Like it? I love it! I look so calm and at peace.”

“That's how I see you darling. I love seeing you like this. You look and feel so free, no worries weighing you down. I adore this side of you darling, so I had to paint you like this.”

“Baby…” You smile lovingly at him, wiping away a fallen tear.

“You're so beautiful and special to me, darling.” Hyunjin puts his painting down, patting his lap. You place your own painting next to him, straddling his lap as he holds your waist gently.

“I love you, y/n. So so much.”

“H-Hyunjin…” You softly whisper, lips inches apart. His breath fans against them, your fingers digging into his shoulders. He wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you flush onto his crotch.

“I'm going insane, y/n. You're driving me insane.” Hyunjin plants soft and delicate kisses on your neck. You tilt your head to the side, allowing more access for him. His sharp canines sink into your skin, occasionally scrapping them before sucking and kissing.

Your lips part, soft moans in the form of his name emit from your lips. His hands slide up your clothing, fingertips dancing delicately along the hot skin of your back. His lips kiss up and along your jawline before finding your own lips.

The kiss is slow yet passionate. Gripping onto his shoulders, you rock your hips back and forth on him, shaky moans being swallowed by your both. 

“I want you, I need you.” He whispers desperately against your lips, gently placing you flat on the wood floor and leaning over you all whilst keeping his lips attached to yours

“You have me, baby. I'm all yours for the taking.”

꒰ Jisung ꒱ ( continuation from this )

He couldn't bear the thought of you looking like that again. You looked so sad and alone.  You needed him, craved him and he couldn't do anything about it. He felt powerless and he hates that.

The business trip got extended by a few more days, much to Jisung and your frustration. He wouldn't be home for valentine's and that hurts the most for you both. You accepted it, saying that there's nothing that can be done about it, however, Jisung is stubborn. He refuses to accept it.

It's 11 pm, the day before valentine's, and you're getting ready for bed. Jisung messaged you saying that he couldn't video call you tonight, which sucks but it's something that cannot be helped. You do your usual bedtime routine before changing into a spaghetti strap vest and panties.

You grab your plushie, sliding into bed and holding the plushie close to your chest before trying to sleep. You have trouble sleeping when Jisung is away. His warmth and comfort isn't there to provide you a sense of safety.

You managed to fall asleep but half an hour later, you were woken by someone shaking you gently. A soft call of your name and that all too familiar scent clouded your mind.

“S-Sungie?!” You sleepily whisper, heart fluttering.

“It's me, darling. It's me, I'm home.” Jisung shuffles in bed behind you, pulling you flush to his chest. His warmth radiating onto you, his fingers stroking your stomach slowly. He nuzzles into the back of your neck, deeply inhaling that sweet scent he has missed so much.

“I thought–”

“I finished everything I had to do. I wanted to be with you y/n. I've missed you so dearly and the thought of spending valentine's without you hurts.” You shuffle around to face him, placing a hand on his soft cheek.

“You're so love sick, Sungie.” You giggle playfully. He leans into your touch, kissing your palm gently before taking your hand and placing it on his firm chest.

Your breath hitches in your throat as he stares into your eyes whilst guiding your hand down his chest and abs. You eventually reach his fully erect penis.

Your eyes widen slightly, Jisung taking his hand off yours gently.

“I'm sorry. As soon as I came through the front door, I was hit with nothing but your sweet scent. Then I came in here and it's so sweet. So sickly…”

“P-Pervert.” You mumble, slowly palming his cock. He lets out a throaty groan, nudging the tip of his nose against your neck, his soft, black hair tickling your face.

“Say it again.” 

“Pervert.” You mewl, squeezing his cock. His hips buck, body shaking. He tugs at your vest, pulling it up and over before diving in between your breasts. He squeezes them roughly, biting at the skin leaving teeth marks before biting and tugging at your nipple. You shimmy your hand down his boxer shorts to rub your thumb over his soaked tip.

“Missed you. Missed you so much. I'm going insane, y/n. Want to devour you.” 

“Then do so.” You whisper, your breath tickling the shell of his ear. He groans softly before shimming down and under the duvet. He buries himself between your parted legs, pushing your panties to the side, too impatient to strip you off them.

He needs you and he needs you now 

“I've missed this.” You hear him say before his tongue laps at your clit. Your eyes widen at the sudden contact, fingers finding his hair and tangling themselves in it.

“J-Ji…” You moan out, back arching softly off the bed. He sucks and nibbles on your clit, two fingers sliding up and down between your folds. He swaps his mouth and fingers, fingers rubbing fast circles on your clit as he laps at your entrance hungrily, collecting every single drop of your essence.

“So good. So delicious, missed this… missed you.” He purrs. He grabs your thighs, pulling you flush against his face. He spits on your cunt, smearing it around your core, folds and clit before eating you out hungrily. 

Spit and slick coats his face, the sounds of your breathy moans and whimpers paired with the harsh tugs on his roots making him feral.

“I never want to be away from you again, darling.”

꒰ Felix ꒱

It's your first valentine's with Felix. You two are a fresh couple, dating for only four months. You've never had a long term relationship before, nothing like what you're experiencing with Felix at least. 

Sure you've had partners but they don't tend to last very long for you. Felix, however, is different. He is soft, kind and patient with you. He knows you're inexperienced in all departments. You were worried and insecure about that; however, Felix reassures you that he doesn't mind, that he will help you and that you shouldn't feel pushed.

He told you that you two will go further when you feel ready to do so; and you do. You feel like now is the right time to further your relationship with Felix. You know it's going to be scary and a hell of a journey, but you trust Felix with your heart and soul.

You researched forums, watched many porn videos and even spoke to a few friends on what you should and shouldn't do. You mentally prepared yourself for the day, thinking, hoping you was; but nothing can prepare you for your first time.

“Still to this day, you are an unbelievably good cook.” Felix hums, placing down his knife and fork before wiping the corner of his mouth with a napkin.

“Thank you, lixie.” You blush, shuffling in your seat. You invited Felix over for a valentine's dinner. He arrived at your door with a bouquet of roses, chocolates, home baked brownies and two vouchers for a spa day for you both.

Being at home brought you a sense of comfort, thinking that initiating or mentioning sex would be easier if you were in your own comfort space.

You stand to take his plate, Felix shaking his head and standing up, taking yours and his.

“You go relax baby, I'll clean up.”

“Are you sure?” You asked however, he's quick, sleeves rolled up as he fills the sink with warm, soapy water.

“A million percent. Put on a film or show and I will join you real soon.” You nod, smiling softly before sitting on the sofa. You put on a series, trying to calm your racing mind. You feel ready, the question is, how do you approach it?

You were mentally prepared, the hours and weeks of research leading up to this moment. You even put on your best underwear in an attempt to feel the part. So busy consumed with your own thoughts and feelings, you didn't notice Felix walking towards you, wiping his hands on his t-shirt.

“Everything okay baby?” He asks, sitting beside you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. You meekly nod, smiling before leaning into his side, head on his shoulder.

“Okay darling. You'd tell me if you weren't, right?”

“Of course, lixie.” Felix hums before turning his attention to the TV. You, however, couldn't concentrate on the show. 

Hours went by painfully slowly. You're scared that time is running out for you. Felix is staying for the night so that's one thing you don't have to worry about but the nagging feeling, your head telling you to “Just do it” making you feel uneasy. You take a deep breath as you look up at Felix.

He looks down at you, smiling softly before his eyes widen at you. Your hand gently and shakily placed over his crotch, slowly palming him the best you can over his blue coloured jeans.

“W-Wait…” He grunts. You bite your lip, swallowing down the heavy feeling of nerves and insecurities. You palm harder, desperation kicking in when you realize that it's not working.

“Why…” You look down, then back at Felix. Tears well in your eyes slowly, heart thumping against your chest and feeling heavy. Felix softly sighs before holding your wrist.

“Baby. Look at me.” You look up at him, bottom lip quivering. Was it bad? Does he not like you like that? Does he not want it?

“F-Felix.” You choke out, tears falling down your cheeks. You feel embarrassed, ashamed. You're wondering why you did something like that. Was it all for nothing?

“Oh darling, don't cry.” Felix coos, wiping away your tears.

“D-Did you not like it?” You choke out.

“I did.”

“But–”

“However, you have to take it slow.”

“B-But i”

“Are you ready?” You nod slowly. “Look me in the eyes baby and tell me you want this.”

“I-I want this… I want you.”

“Are you sure? A million percent sure? Infinity perfect?” You giggle softly though your laughs as you nod. “Okay, my love.”

Your arms cover your naked breasts, Felix kneeling between your legs. Your hair fanned out against the bed sheets, the room dimly lit with fairy lights. Your clothing scattered across your bedroom, lips kiss bitten and swollen.

Felix has driven you to your second orgasm of the night, making sure you are well prepared for what's about to come. He kisses the inside of your thigh gently, his body slick with sweat. He decided to put his long, blonde hair up in a ponytail to keep it away from his face.

He rolls a condom onto his length, pumping himself a few times before shuffling towards you.

“Are you sure?” He asks for the nth time.

“Infinity percent.” You whisper, cheeks pink.

“Remember your safe word?” You nod. “What is it?”

“Sunshine.” 

“Good girl.” Felix sweetly pecks your lips before lining himself up at your entrance. “This will hurt, baby. It'll sting and feel painful at first. I promise I will go slow but tell me if it's too much for you and I will stop right away, okay?” 

“O-Okay lixie.” Felix slowly pushes his length inside. You grip onto the sheets tightly, lip caught between your teeth. He's right, it hurts. You feel like you're being stretched, the sting running up and down your spine.

“F-Felix.” You squeak out, reaching out to him. He gently takes your hand in his, squeezing gently and rubbing soothing circles on the back of your hand.

“You're doing so well baby. I'm so proud of you.” He whispers, kissing your hand gently. He pushes a little under half of his length, deciding that going further would be too much for you.

He rubs soothing circles on your hips, inner thighs, hands; anywhere he can reach, he soothes. You pant softly, Felix staying still to allow you to adjust to his size.

It's overwhelming. You feel so full. Your body is tingling, your mind telling you that you want so much more than what he has given you.

“L-Lix…”

“Colour?” 

“G-Green.. Please, move.” Felix swallows, holding your waist gently before slowly moving. Pleasure courses through your veins from the small and limited movements, your pussy sensitive from never being used this way before.

It's suffocating, but it's good to the point it's addicting.

The pain subsides, pleasuring taking over. Felix slowly picks up the speed and intensity, watching your brows furrow together and lips part. Soft moans leave your lips frequently, making Felix feel more and more confident that you're getting into it.

“I'm so honoured and blessed that you feel comfortable and safe around me for me to take something so wonderful yet precious.”

꒰ Seungmin ꒱ 

1 am. The early morning of valentine's day. Your eyes flutter open. You let out a soft grumble, bringing a fist up to your eyes to rub away the sleep. Your mind is still heavy with sleep so you're not fully awake yet, however, you don't need to be fully awake to understand the sweet noises you're currently hearing.

Soft groans make your ears perk up. You look behind you, eyes widening at the sight you see. 

“S-Shit…” A breathy Seungmin groans softly. His bottom lip caught between his teeth, bangs sticking to his sweaty forehead. The sheets have been pushed down to his thighs, his naked chest on display. Your eyes trail down his chest, breath hitching in your throat as you notice his boxer shorts pulled down to his thighs, fist around his leaking cock.

“M-Minnie…” You shakily whisper. Seungmin looks at you, a look of desperation evident on his face.

“Baby. You're awake.” He pants. “Did I wake you?” Even during his hour of need, he's still considerate of you.

“I– No.. nono! Minnie what are you–” You stammer. You can't tear your eyes away from his cock. He's rock hard, his tip red and seeping pre cum from his slit. His actions are desperate, hips bucking in his hand desperately.

“I'm sorry. I just woke up so horny. I couldn't–”

“Why didn't you wake me, Minnie?”

“You've been so tired lately.. You were sleeping soundly that I didn't want to wake you from your sleep.” A distinct pinch between his brows.

“How long?” You swallow. Waking up to your boyfriend jerking himself off isn't something you get to see everyday. It's natural for you to feel needy for him. Tingles of pleasure shoot down between your thighs, making you ache. 

“Half an hour…” A hint of annoyance laced in his words. He's struggling and you can tell by how desperate he sounds and looks.

“Do you need help?” 

“Yes.” 

“Tell me Minnie. What do you want?”

“Y-Your thighs…” He swallows, his outstretched neck making his adams apple visible. You watch it bob with his swallow, your cheeks flushing pink 

“My thighs?” 

“Yes. I want your thighs. Your soft, perfect thighs.”

“D-Do you like my thighs?” 

“I adore them. I love watching and feeling them shake when I hold onto them. When you wrap your legs around my head and buck your pussy against my face, I love it y/n. I love how soft they are, the perfect pillows to rest my head on.”

“M-Minnie!” You squeak. Seungmin turns on his side. He presses his chest flush against your back, his hard penis flush against your ass. He lightly trails his fingertips up your thighs, snaking his hand between your legs.

He gently pries open your legs, your foot planted on the mattress firmly, leg bent at the knees. His feather-like touch continues onto your inner thigh. You let out a small, meek squeak, soft tickles giving you goosebumps.

“I love marking your skin.” He purrs down your ear. ”Especially your inner thighs. No one can see but us and I like that. That sense of ownership and power.”  

“I didn't know that you love my thighs so much, minnie.” 

“Your thighs are a gateway to something much more tasteful. Something that I crave day in, day out.” You swallow feeling his fingertips lightly brush up and down your pussy through your cotton panties.

“This is what I love the most. Your cute, pretty pussy. How responsive it is to me, it's like it knows.” He presses his finger against your clit before stroking slow circles. You whimper softly, looking up at Seungmin.

He's hungry for you, it's evident in the way he looks at you.

“M-Minnie…” You softly moan. Your panties start to stick to your skin, pleasure slowly taking over your mind and body.

“You sound so beautiful for me.” He nudges your neck with his nose before softly kissing the skin. His hand slips under the waistband of your panties, fingertips coming back into contact with your swollen bud.

He strokes between your folds, humming in satisfaction when he feels your slick coating them nicely. He uses your slick as a form of lube to rub your clit. 

The added texture of your slick adds to the pleasure. Your hips buck, nerve endings feeling alive and on fire. Seungmin's body heat radiates onto you making you feel like you're suffocating and drowning.

“My pretty girl.” Seungmin purrs against your neck, pushing your panties down your legs. The cool air makes you shiver as it hits your sensitive pussy.

“M-Minnie… more, please.” You whisper.

“Soon baby, just, let me use your thighs first.” He gently pushes down your leg so it's on top of the other. He holds your waist gently, lining his cock between the two. He pushes his cock between your thighs, his grip on your waist tightening.

“Warm.” He shakily breathes out, pushing and pulling his hips back. His cock rubs between your thighs as well as briefly rubbing between your folds. Your slick transfers onto his length, making it easier for him to thrust.

“Shit, you're so soft.. so warm..” Seungmin peppers soft kisses along the back of your neck, his body shaking.

“M-Minnie, I–”

“So cute, so soft – fuck. I love you, y/n.” His hand travels up your night shirt to cup your breast. He massages it, occasionally playing with your nipple.

“I love you too, Minnie.” With each push, his cock nudges and rubs your clit adding to the pleasure. 

“This is what I needed – my god.. I feel so close already. I'm sorry, I don't think I'll be able to carry on much longer.”

“It's okay, Minnie. Let yourself go.” You purr.

“Just a bit longer. Want to feel your thighs some more. I love your body, y/n. I love your body so much.”

“Minnie, hush. There's nothing to love about it.” The pink tint on your cheeks slowly turns red.

“Are you kidding me? Your body is everything. It's spectacular, it's beautiful. Your body scars, curves, your texture makes you real and I fucking love it.”

“S-Shut up.” You blush, nuzzling into your pillow to hide your face. Seungmin laughs softly, his sharp canines sinking into the skin of your neck gently.

“Y/n..” You let out a muffled moan, Seungmin's cock twitching uncontrollably between your thighs. “I might..” 

You smirk, reaching down and rubbing his cockhead. He lets out a loud, throaty moan. He digs his fingers into your waist, teeth sinking deeper into your skin, threatening to pierce it.

“F-Fu– Don't stop, oh gosh.. please don't stop!” He nuzzles into the crook of your neck, the burning knot in the pit of his stomach threatening to snap at any minute.

“Cum. Cum, I'm going to cum – fuck!” He bites onto your shoulder harshly, piercing the skin. His body jerks as cum shoots out onto the bed sheets and your thighs. You let out a soft whimper, feeling the warm body fluid trickle down your legs. 

Seungmin pants heavily, cock and muscles twitching and seizing with each release. He tenderly kisses your bite mark, apologizing sheepishly as his thrusts turn slow and languid, using your thighs to ride out his high.

“Sorry darling, I didn't me–” He's stopped dead in his tracks, breath hitching in his throat as his heart stops. You're looking at him with doe eyes, tears threatening to spill as a hazy look accompanied by a soft pink blush rests on your face.

“S-Seungmin.” You whimper desperately. “N-Need.. Need you. I need you so bad.”

Seungmin pushes his sweaty bangs away from his face before kneeling up and between your legs. He pushes the duvet away from you, allowing him to see you in all your glory. 

He licks his lips, eyes traveling down your hot body to your pussy. Slick coating your inner thighs, folds soaked and clit swollen. Your entrance is visibly clenching.

Seungmin glances at the clock. 3 am. The corner of his lips turn upwards into a smirk before diving between your legs.

“Happy Valentine's day to me.”

꒰ Jeongin ꒱

Jeongin really wanted ice cream. He's been craving and eating a lot of ice cream lately for some unknown reason, but it keeps him happy.

Sitting with a tub between his legs, idly bringing the spoon to his lips and licking the ice cream off the spoon as he watches his kdrama, you couldn't help but stare. It's late in the evening on valentine's day, the living area is still decorated with helium filled balloons, fake rose petals and confetti.

Cheesy valentine's cards resting on the coffee table, heart shaped box of chocolates, candles and roses to accommodate. You're both tired from the eventful day of shopping and spending money, so you both decided on having a quiet night in.

Jeongin is happily eating his strawberry flavored ice cream, occasionally laughing at his series as well as letting out the occasional sound of displeasure. You, however, struggled to maintain focus; it's hard when all you can see from the corner of your eye is Jeongin's tongue darting out and scooping up the ice cream from his spoon.

“If you keep staring at me, you're going to burn holes.” Jeongin teases. You quickly look away, blushing softly.

“Sorry.” You mumble, feeling embarrassed.

“Don't be. What are you staring at me so much anyways?”

“I wasn't!” You're quick to answer, Jeongin laughing softly. 

“Mhm. So you weren't just watching me eat ice cream? Didn't know you were so into mukbangs.”  

“I-I'm not!” You whine, feeling flustered. Jeongin raises his eyebrow.

“No?” You watch him scoop up more ice cream on his spoon and slowly licking it off. It had already started to melt so some of it dripped down his chin.

“Ops.” He says nonchalantly, scooping it up with his finger and licking it clean. You clench your jaw, shuffling in your seat. Your mind is racing with thoughts, making you feel unsettled and excited.

He places his ice cream down. “Should we try something? Something fun. Something I think you will love.”

A glimmer of mischief in his eyes. You cock your head to the side, nodding slowly. Whatever it is, you know it doesn't hold good intentions. He's a menace to your heart. You watch him walk to the freezer, grabbing the ice cube tray before walking back to you.

“Strip.”

“Innie..” You start off by saying. You stop yourself once you see him giving you that look. You whimper softly, stripping yourself off your clothing so you're just in your panties. Jeongin hums in satisfaction, popping out an ice cube and putting it in his mouth. He rolls it around his tongue, letting it melt slowly in his mouth.

He sits back down, pressing his lips against yours as soon as the ice has melted. You whimper, feeling his tongue instantly push past your lips. You shiver, the feeling of his ice cold tongue against your warm tongue making you shiver and feel things you haven't felt before.

Pleasure, need and desperate courses through your veins. You grip onto Jeongin for stability, feeling your head become hazy from the kiss. The lack of oxygen becomes apparent. You failed to notice Jeongin popping out another ice cube; it wasn't until you felt an ice cold feeling on your breasts did you pull away and squeal.

“C-Cold!” Jeongin simply hums. He trails the ice cube down the valley of your breasts and back up, sliding it around your nipple. You watch him, a trail of water being left behind from the ice cube melting too fast from the heat of your body. Water drips down the curve of your breast, falling onto your lap.

You shiver, nipples becoming perky in an instant. Jeongin licks his lips, enjoying the sight that rests upon his eyes. He continues the torture with the cube, letting it glide over and over your sensitive nipple.

Water droplets travel between your breast and stomach, dipping at your belly button before stopping just above the waistband of your panties. Whilst Jeongin uses the cube to tease your nipple, he dips his head low to capture the neglected one between his teeth.

He gently nibbles on it, tugging it gently before kitten licking it. He suckles on the bud, laying his tongue flat to lick long strips. You tangle your fingers in his hair, letting out soft moans in the form of his name. 

He gently grabs your thighs, pulling you down on the sofa so your back is against the arm rest. Your legs spread wide apart which allows Jeongin to see your growing wet patch in your cotton panties.

Keeping his eyes locked onto your, he presses his finger against the wet material which makes your hips buck.

“Warm and wet. Shall we change that?” He hums. He pulls down your panties, discarding them onto the floor. Grabbing a cube, he trails it across your lower stomach and pubic area. The ice cube melts instantly, water dripping down your folds.

“I-Innie….” You shakily moan out, feeling overwhelmed by the experience. With a new ice cube, he teasingly rubs it over your clit. You buck your hips, groaning softly as it instantly melts. The water trickles down your pussy mixing with your slick.

“I-I can't… Please Innie..” You whimper, eyes glossy. Your bottom lip is swollen and kiss bitten. Your body is shivering and hot. The stark contrast of hot and cold is a new feeling for you, especially in the context that it's being used in as of now.

“Please what?” He hums.

“Please stop teasing me.” You beg. He hums softly, thinking for a second and shrugging.

“Okay. I guess it is Valentine's Day so you do deserve some loving.” He buries himself between your legs but not before suckling on a few ice cubes.

Your eyes widen and hips instantly buck against his face. His cold tongue lays flat on your sensitive clit, short and fast licks sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down your spine.

Your toes curl against the material of the sofa, hands shakily reaching down to tangle in his hair. You moan his name like a mantra, his cold mouth working its magic on your pussy.

He licks at your entrance like a starved man, moaning at your taste and scent. He pushes you flush against his face, wanting to be buried in your cunt more. His eyes flicker up at you, smirking when he sees your fucked out face.

“I hope you're prepared for a long night, baby. We still have another tray full of ice cubes.”

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[crow97street]

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synopsis ✦‧₊˚ chan struggles with intense feelings and undiagnosed issues and resorts to the only thing that brings him relief

warning/tags ✦‧₊˚ self-harm, self deprecating thoughts, hints? of self hatred, lots of overwhelming feelings, college au, changbin is chans best friend, channie loves bin <3, hurt/no comfort (sorry…)

notes ✦‧₊˚ sorry guys feeling emo this is just a short fic i wrote cos i struggle w sh, and again, this isn’t something to fantasize about or to hope chan does any of this, simply just me projecting onto people/characters i love because i don’t enjoy writing about myself :)

word count ✦‧₊˚ 1,336

song rec for this ;)

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One exhale. Two exhales. Three. Four? Chan’s lost count, everything is starting to blur together in a jumble of colors and sounds. Where is he? Why is it so cold? A loud laugh breaks Chan out of his reverie to drag his eyes to the source of said sound. There's a few other college students laughing at some dumb tiktok the tall one of the three showed them. Chan exhales shakily again and moves his eyes back to the bus stop he's currently waiting in. The winter chill has finally set in, and it’s fucking cold. Chan enunciates his point by pulling his jacket around himself tighter with a shiver.

How many times has this happened by now? These moments of intense dissociation, fright, too much. It’s always too much. He can’t seem to keep the feelings at bay no matter how hard he tries. It’s a repeat like a broken record that won’t just stop.

The halting screech of the familiar bus drags Chan out of his own head again. He stands on wobbly legs and rushes into the bus to find his usual seat. He blinks. It’s taken. God this day could not go any worse for him. Chan forces his legs to take him to another chair. It’s just a seat, just a seat, just a seat. He repeats in his head to stave off the onboarding panic he knows is growing.

After a few more deep breaths Chan manages to quell the doom that tried to reach his exhausted mind. His head snaps up when he hears the breaks again. Changbin. Chan’s heart soothes at the knowledge his best friend will board the bus soon, Changbin always helps.

“Hyung!” Chan is greeted by Changbin’s infectious smile as he plops down next to him.

“Hey bin.” He exhales weakly giving Changbin the best smile he can muster, which is unfortunately not very good. Of course Chanbgin notices.

“You alright dude?” Changbin’s expression grows tainted with concern.

“Yeah yeah sorry, long night. You know how it is.” Chan sighs out giving Changbin a comforting expression to ease his worries. Chan never did like when people worried about him.

“Tell me about it, Professor Geon has me by the ass with this week's homework.” Changbin exhales heavily, sinking into the chair and closer to Chan’s arm. Normally, Chan would recoil and ask them to step back, he doesn’t like when people touch him without warning him. But Changbin’s touch is allowed, safe.

“Yeah I’ve had way too many late nights for comfort lately. As if it’s unusual for me though.” A self deprecating chuckle follows Chan’s quiet sentence. The hum of the bus fills the air for a moment before Changbin speaks again.

“Still struggling with your insomnia man?” Changbin’s eyebrows furrow as he speaks. Again, the worry. Ugh. It’s not like Chan doesn’t appreciate it, he does, he’s happy there's someone even on this earth who cares about Chan. But he hates anyone acknowledging that he has struggles, it’s just too much, again.

A deep sigh.

“Yeah, unfortunately. It’s fine though.” Chan trails off at the end as he spots the university approaching in the window. Chan nods his head in the direction to alert Changbin as he begins to stand.

They walk out together into the frozen air and Chan prepares himself for whatever today may bring him.

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The door slams as Chan races inside his apartment. Shit. It’s happening again. One exhale. Two. Thr- Oh fuck it.

He rips the drawer open - not a smart move on his part the thing is quite old and rattles dangerously as if proving his point - and frantically begins searching. Chan whines with frustration as a few minutes pass with no luck.

“Shit.” He cries out with a quiver in his voice. The blur is getting worse, he can hardly see where he’s going. What was supposed to be an easy day of classes, had now transformed into a horrible horrible day.

Chan gives into his desperation to stop the blurring by racing to his kitchen and searching the drawers. His hand graces over the familiar handle of his lighter. Finally. Chan exhales loudly and quickly brings the lighter out stumbling to his bed.

Guilt bubbles up in his chest like a raging campfire someone keeps adding gasoline too. He knows it’s a filthy habit he’s grown since high school but it’s the only thing that helps. It’s become a starving addiction that he can’t escape no matter how many - non harmful - alternatives he tries.

Chan slides down the foot of his bed landing on the soft carpet. Changbin gifted it to him on his birthday a few years ago as a housewarming gift. Chan spots the orange stain of bleach from the time Changbin agreed to help Chan dye his hair during one of his many mental breakdowns. He drags his eyes back to the lighter in his hand and quickly scrambles out of his jeans that suddenly feel two sizes too small.

His brain zeroes out until the comforting burn ignites on his skin. A few seconds pass before Chan puts out the flame, releasing a deep exhale. Another hot singe brands onto his thigh. Another exhale. Frustrated tears well up in Chan’s eyes, he scrubs away at them with his sleeve and stands up, still pantless. Chan slowly drags himself to the bathroom and addresses his wounds before changing into some pajamas.

He crashes onto his bed with a tired groan. He was hoping it wouldn’t come back to this. Why did it have to help? Why did it have to hurt so good? Chan punches his mattress in anger towards himself.

It’s dumb really, humans try so hard to stay alive. We weep in hospital rooms over loved ones diagnosed with terminal cancers. We fight and cry for those we’ve lost to weapons and aggression. But at the end of the day, in the silence and gloom of our homes, we hurt ourselves to fight what we can’t with our fists. Chan would like to say he’s strong, he’s survived until senior year of college, that’s a pretty good accomplishment right? But when everything is said and done, his mind is his own personal prison that he’ll never be strong enough for.

Chan laughs at the obscurity of it all before he drags himself up to trudge to his kitchen. He quickly pops his sleeping medication into his mouth and chases it with a large gulp of an old water bottle on his counter. He returns to his bed and lets the darkness of his room consume his mind.

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Chan gazes out the frosted window of the bus as he awaits Changbin’s arrival. His thighs sting with the reminder of his actions and Chan cringes at the feeling. Unfortunately Changbin approaches just then.

“You okay hyung?” Changbin asks scanning his frame for any injuries.

“Yeah all good my legs are just sore, went too hard at the gym yesterday.” Chan plays off his discomfort with a small joke.

Changbin - the ever loving gym rat - of course bites at the bait and his expression lights up.

“Yahhhh I know right! You skip leg exercises once and now you regret it for a week.” Changbin complains loudly and takes his respective seat next to Chan.

Chan zones out as Changbin rambles off about some new equipment at his gym not working. Sometimes Chan wishes Changbin would notice it’s not just a paper cut, that it’s not just him touching a hot cookie pan, that it wasn’t just doing too much at the gym. But deep down Chan knows he won’t be able to face Changbin if he knew how pathetic Chan was to hurt himself for relief. Silly, isn’t it? Oh well, Chan will accept the blur of color and sounds into his weeping mind until some part of him breaks. But for now, he’ll pretend.

He’ll pretend.

[illumiera]

Fic Rec Fredas: Week 1-10 Wrap-Up

it's been ten whole weeks since I started up Fic Rec Fredas (with the occasional belated Fic Rec Loredas sprinkled in between), and to celebrate, I thought I'd make a wrap-up post to highlight not just all the fics I've recced so far, but all those that have been sent in to my askbox, too!

without further ado, I suggest you check out the following:

my recs:

#1: mint roots into my heart by pelinalblancserpent (2.9k words, oneshot, Revyn Sadri/LDB)

Revyn never thought that he would care for the savior of Tamriel, but flames always burned brighter than one wanted.

#2: Mirrors Within Dreams by ladydov (57.4k words, ongoing multichapter, Miraak/LDB)

The Last Dragonborn is a Skyrim-raised, two-centuries old Altmer, named Byrdie. She is one who has lived in relative solitude, throughout the wilds of Tamriel, for the majority of her life. She is reserved and humble, though her character has been nothing but questioned since reentering the cold, frigid land of the North Kingdom. Much has changed in the 180 years since she last walked its snow. A year has passed since the discovery of her soul's true nature, and, as expected, she has earned a controversial reputation across the war-torn land of Skyrim. Some see her as the land's savior; others, as its destruction. If you ask Byrdie, she, through sheer virtue, only tries to do what is best for all, for both Skyrim and for the rest of Tamriel; all the while, a group of her estranged-kin threaten all life on Nirn as the people know it. However, now, by a whirlwind chain of events, she finds herself thrown away from the world; she has become shipwrecked, on the remote island of Solstheim, being forced to deal with another ancient evil that gnaws at the very roots of its foundation. Does she have enough time to save this land from this imprisoned dragon? Meanwhile, a ravenous shadow continues to soar over Keizaal.

#3: The Priest and the Dragoness by Lady_of_Fire (155.3k words, ongoing multichapter, Miraak/LDB)

Jia is the Last Dragonborn: the heroine of a legendary destiny complete, a fire-breathing dragoness trapped in a mortal body. Miraak is the First Dragonborn: a Traitor undefined, a frost-breathing dragon trapped in Oblivion, of the same destiny forsaken. But was it ever truly forsaken? What does the First mean for the Last? What will they both mean to Skyrim, divided, kingless, and bleeding as it is now?

#4: EVER-BOUND: FIRST AND LAST AND ALWAYS by aethergardener (10.3k words, completed series, Miraak/LDB)

Powered by spite and destiny both, the Last Dragonborn breathes life into the bones of the First, unaware of the consequences.

#5: I'm Still Here by etcetera_nine (154.9k words, ongoing multichapter, Argis the Bulwark/LDB)

When Argis is made housecarl to the new thane of Markarth, what he expects is a boring life, trailing after a spoiled, disdainful nobleman. What he wants is a brave warrior, a friend he can fight alongside. What he gets, though... is one surprise after another.

#6: The Sprouts of Future by PinesCiderr (4.6k words, oneshot, gen)

Spring is coming to the Reach, beautiful and scary, like the future. What will it be like? Hevnoraak can tell fortunes on grass, blood, and bones, but all he knows for sure is that he must die for the tribe to live. For the sake of his own life, he is ready to go down to the valleys for the first time, to the nords and their dragon bastards. The story of young Hevnoraak, before he became Hevnoraak. A lot about the Reachmen, religion, and love.

#7: Wherever you go, there you are by the_drunken_sailoress (87.1k words, ongoing multichapter, Miraak/LDB)

Ravonna's life was turned upside down several times: when her father was murdered, when she absorbed her first dragon soul, and when cultists tried to kill her, calling her a "false Dragonborn". Little does she know that her life will be turned upside down many more times, especially once upon an epic battle, when the mask of the First Dragonborn falls and she sees nothing but kindness and gentleness.

#8: The Gallows and God's Whisper by Kiir_do_faal_Rahhe (10.4K words, ongoing multichapter, Miraak/LDB)

Alduin has awoken, and the Last Dragonborn is nowhere to be found. After nearly a year of dragon attacks and Skyrim’s citizens fearing for the days to come, there are whispers of rumours that a mysterious Dragonborn has emerged on Solstheim through cultists stirring trouble in his name. One lone adventurer with troubling visions and nothing to lose sets out to learn more and perhaps force him to defeat the World-Eater, only things don’t go as planned when the first dragon is killed…

#9: Epistle and Elegy on the Guardian and the Traitor by BodyLathe (12.1k words, ongoing multichapter, Miraak/Vahlok)

"What a fool you've made of me. To allow your hands to take my love and life; could you not grant me one such intimacy?" Apostled as savior, crowned as Solstheim's Dragon Cardinal, and burdened with the title "Vahlok the Jailor", Vahlok has spent nearly seventy years suffering the weight of the myth of the Guardian and the Traitor. Unable to reconcile his grief, he composes a memoir of his years with Miraak, back when they were still Mika and Loukas, in hopes it somehow reaches him in Apocrypha.

#10: Magelight by jjgremlinson (16.3k words, ongoing multichapter, Original Male Character/Original Female Character; Savos Aren/Original Male Character[s])

In 4E 121, a young, bright-eyed mage named Finnegil travels from Valenwood to enroll in the College of Winterhold, an institution known throughout Tamriel for its excellence in the arcane arts. Finnegil is eager at first to delve into her studies and learn everything there is to know about becoming a master wizard. But when she and a group of fellow apprentices design an experiment that has deadly consequences, her world is forever changed, and the path ahead grows darker. This is the story of Winterhold’s fall from grace and the people left to pick up the pieces.

your recs:

A Taste of Death by Semla (22.6k words, ongoing multichapter, Mannimarco/Original Female Character)

What was supposed to be a chance at a new life for Ria slowly turns into one of her worst nightmares. Trapped in a dilapidated fort with a group of mercenaries, only her brother Rith is left to stand by her side. But the group's dubious patron has his own sinister plans, and they involve Ria.

I Didn't Know You Were Keeping Count by A_Midwinter_Night_Dream86 (129k words, ongoing multichapter, one-sided Bishop/LDB; eventual Ulfric Stormcloak/LDB)

Leara Ormand, the Last Dragonborn, is trying to fulfill her destiny and stop Alduin while battling with her own feelings of self-doubt and anxiety. In walks Bishop, the ranger from the Skyrim Romance Mod, whose obsession infatuation only serves to make Leara worse. Along the way, she reencounters Ulfric Stormcloak, who she knew during the Great War — she prays he doesn’t remember her. Add in the Thalmor hunting her and Leara’s got a full plate. Naturally, there’s always a way to make it worse!

[sunnydaleherald]

The Sunnydale Herald Newsletter, Friday, August 16th

GROOSALUGG You and I have fought side by side on more than one occasion -- Fellow warriors, shoulder to shoulder. By now, my counsel must assuredly hold weight, so I beseech you to heed my words... ANGEL (shrugging) Mmo-kay. GROOSALUGG "Pomegranate Mist" is the wrong color for this room.

~~The Price~~

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Attractive by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, T)

Baby by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, G)

Cuddle by The_Crazy_Knight (Buffy/Giles, E)

Caught by Skyson (Buffy/Giles, T)

Wei Wuxian meets Buffy at a club post resurrection for both of them by bidet-of-evil (Buffy, MoDaoZuShi crossover, not rated)

the perfect not so perfect date by specialagentlokitty (Spike/reader, not rated)

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Shadow Over Hellmouth, Chapter 113 by Tuxedo_Mark (Tara/Buffy, E)

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Stupid Thing, Chapter 1 by mistigrisunshine (Buffy/Spike, T)

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The Neighbor's Point of View, Chapter 122 by the_big_bad (Buffy/Spike, PG)

Under the Influence, Chapter 10 by Hostile17-1996 (Buffy/Spike, R)

Along Came Two, Chapter 5 by LilithSwan (Buffy/Spike, PG-13)

The Degradation of Duality [Series Part 2], Chapter 43 by Ragini (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

Mysterious Destinies, Chapter 2 by EnchantedWillow (Buffy/Spike, NC-17)

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hello and lots of writing questions right back at you...! 2, 6, 18, 22, 27 & 29 <3

*rubs hands together* yeah let's go off about shit!

2. Do you read/reread your own fics?

Yes, I absolutely do. Mainly because I write stuff that I want to read, so I will 100% go back to chapters or works when enough time has past that I can actually enjoy reading it without thinking about grammar or pacing or anything like that (keeping the editing hat off is difficult though, has to be said).

And while undertaking The Great LITFL Re-Write Project, I've been reading that back through as I work on each chapter just to make sure there's enough of a connection between the two works.

6. Are there any fics from others you reread all the time?

Again, yes! Some more then others due to recency bias and the fact I have so many bookmarks and my autism brain means I have the 'out of sight, out of mind' problem where I just forget about stuff. What I re-read can depend on what mood I'm in, or if something just wafts into my head out of the blue and then I instantly have to pull it up and read it to satisfy the itch.

My recent favourite re-reads are 'tomorrow is a place' which is quite possibly my absolute favourite Star Trek Picard fic, 'Solar Flare' by Tianvette - a truly fantastic work but 100% read through the tags before reading, 'Elevator' by BigBlueLemon which was recced to me and I'm so glad because I enjoy reading it every single time (it's just! so! soft!!!!!!), and 'Saltwater and Gasoline' by Kaytheologie for Reasons™️

18. What’s one of your favourite lines you’ve written in a fic?

Going for a deep dive into my archive and pick this from 'Where You Go, I Follow', because it comes back into my head now and again a very surprising amount (and I'm always on my Team Seb bullshit)

“Oh by the way, Seb finally asked me to prom!” As Antti grinned at his colleague, Sebastian strongly contemplated kicking Antti under the table while Britta just laughed.

22. Do you know how your fic will end before you start writing?

I like to have a rough idea in my mind, since I can get quite easily overwhelmed, especially by a big multi-chapter project. Sometimes I'll come up with the ending first (like the parallels in 'I'll Be Okay, Someday' which also acts as the motivation to write. But for longer works I'll have everything laid out in my chapter outline doc, and go from there.

27. Is there a fic you were nervous to post/share? Why?

my ongoing re-write of Life In The Fast Lane, because it had been so long since I'd written and finished the rpf version and I wasn't sure how people would take to the re-write being an original work (and while feedback has been about as minimal as expected, what I have had back has been really lovely!)

I was pretty nervous about posting I'll Be Okay, Someday as well because I hadn't written f1 rpf in years, hence why it's still listed as Anonymous 😅

29. Share a bit from a fic you’ll never post OR from a scene that was cut from an already posted fic. (If you don’t have either, just share a random fic idea you have that you don’t plan on getting to.)

Diving back into LITFL for this one! This snippet was written before I'd swapped Spa out for Istanbul on my season calendar (mainly due to somewhat recent events I just found it too difficult a prospect for me to write about races at Spa, hence the switch).

I edited this snippet to make it fit for the Turkey 2023 chapter, but here it is in it's original form.

It was the kind of wind that chilled you right to the bone no matter how many layers of clothing you wore. Yet Vanessa, Sophie and her engineers tried their best to brace themselves against the erratic gusts as they exited the pitlane and approached Eau Rouge. Even now, in what was Sophie’s umpteenth visit to the track, the sight of it still filled her with awe. “Now, oh sh-” Chris went to speak, but ended up pulling his team branded beanie hat further down his head with one hand, with the other trying to keep his notebook shut as he was hit by another icy cold gust. “I know you were here last year in F2. But, you’re still going to notice a huge difference in the amount of horsepower you’ll have going up here” Chris glanced at Eau Rouge, then looked right into Sophie’s eyes. “I know you’ll want to be a bonkers racing driver and go up here full throttle. But if you do, you’ll crash. So please take it easy for your first few laps in practice tomorrow, okay?” Despite the sternness in Chris’ voice, Sophie knew by now that it had nothing to do with her race engineer’s trust that she was able to do her job properly. It came from the unspoken part of Chris’ job description, the part where he had a sizeable chunk of responsibility to keep his driver safe. “I will try especially hard to be careful tomorrow. I promise” Chris huffed and affectionately rolled his eyes before he stuffed his hands in his coat pockets, hunched his shoulders almost all the way up to his ears, and continued on walking up Eau Rouge and Radillon with his already chilled colleagues. They had some shelter thanks to the colossal pine trees that ran alongside the Kemmel straight, but the rest of the track walk left everyone once again exposed to the frozen gusts of wind. At least, they all knew each other well enough by now to not bother hiding how cold they all were. “I texted Richard, he’ll have teas and coffees waiting for us when we get back” At that, Vanessa suddenly became everyone’s favourite Hintsa employee as they neared the Bus Stop chicane at the end of the lap.

fan fic writers asks

[bakudeku-recommendations]

BkDk Fanfic Series Rec

Here are a few fanfiction series for BkDk that I have really enjoyed. I hope you like them!!

Series: “Genius Support Course Izuku” By: PhantomKetchup Summary:  Midoriya Izuku is a quirkless genius with his heart set on creating support equipment and a hobby for picking apart quirks with frightening accuracy, only his best friend and sworn husband to-be (he called dibs when they were five and extras better know their place) understands that God himself had to nerf Izu or he'd literally be too powerful. He's still a little too powerful but that's just his genius leaking out.

Series: “With Time Come Familiarity (no matter how much you deny it)“ By:  SeeJayitsWinter Summary: There are a few things you can't escape when you have a childhood friend no matter how close you are. These are funny anecdotes, nicknames, blackmail and a bond that comes with a certain level of familiarity that only comes from knowing someone their while life whether you wanted to or not. Bakugo and Midoriya aren't special - they have avoided none of these no matter how much Katsuki tries to deny the bond that they share. This is something that class 1a comes to find out as the powerful, problem pair drop nicknames, stories and show their familiarity with the other without realising that's kinda what they're doing.

Series: “ Little Sh*t (Kidfic)” By: SaysiWrites Summary:  A series of fics in which various members of the BNHA universe are hit by a de-aging/Age Regression quirk and the others are left to deal with the aftermath.

Series: “Zero-Verse” By: Toboe1087 Summary:  There was a next to zero percent chance that it would happen. That two infants would meet each other in the park and have a soulmate connection. That they would grow up together and change the world forever. But that's the thing, the chances were next to zero, but not quite zero.

[just-some-random-blogger]

weLL FUCK NOW I really HAVE TO READ THIS SERIES OR ELSE IM GOING TO BE FUCKING SAD WHAT THE fuck

a keep reading cos im on pC!

FIRST OF ALL

ME @ YOUR ANON

actually no

ACTUALLY YES

I GET IT OK I GET THAT HUMANS HAVE A KNACK FOR ANGST OR WHATEVER BUT IN A FICTIONAL WORLD WHERE EVERYTHING COULD BE PERFECT AND HAPPY AND SWEET AND PAIN FREE YOU FUCKING RANNNNNNNNNNNNN 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨💨 YOU RAAAAANNNNN TO GET YOURSELF INJURED YOU

RAAAAANNNNNNNNNN

TO GET HIT BY A FUCKING TRAINNNN

WHYYYYYY

i remember when i got a rec for smth similar ????????????? AND I STILL WROTE IT DUH IM A PEOPLE PLEASER BUT I WAS LIKE ??????????????????????????????????????? WHY DO PEOPLE WANT TO GET HURT i say as a person who LOVES crying over fictional characters WHY ARE WE LIKE THIS???????????????? WHAT THE FUCK

chile anyway so

The sound of sniffling midwives is easy to ignore in the peace of the moment. In the wake of your efforts, all you can see is your babe. Cradling her red-slicked form close to your chest, you marvel at the downy-soft pale of her hair peeking through the viscera, the tiniest fingers and toes, the puckered mouth and the sweet button nose. You made this. She is perfect.

Why is she not breathing?

WHAT THE FUCK

“Sh,” he had soothed, hand on your back as he walked you to the bed. “You’re alright, sweetling. Just… just let it happen.”

NO. NO. ABSOLUTELY NOT. HE TRIED. HE TRIED BUT THIS WAS A REAL MISS FOR ME. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO HER YOU CANT SAY THAT TO ME I DONT KNOW WHAT HE COULD HAVE SAID I REALLY DONT BUT IM SAD AND IM ANGRY AND YOUR A MAN AND I HATE YOU FUCK YOU YOU WILL NEVER UNDERSTAND HOW SHE FEELS THIS IS YOUR FAULT

going in-fucking-sane over this im not even halfway through nah nah nah nah i hate it here

You had not understood what he meant by it. What choice did you have? There had been very little control to wield in the throes of torment, and you were forced to your side on the mattress as you heaved for breath through the strain of it.

wait SHE LIKE ME FOR REAL. YOU GOT STUMPED WRITING THINS DIDNT YOU HAHAHHAHAHAH DAMMIT FUCK SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK I HATE IT HERE

“What–” he stops, swallows. He reaches tentatively for the peach fuzz atop her head, fingers trembling through the silver moonshine and down across the velveteen skin of her darling little cheek. “What will we name her?”

controlling myself not to requote everything back but T_T ok ok he's trying we love that for him <3 for her <3 for my mental stability

“It may be best for you to leave, my Prince,” he had murmured to your husband, laying out the instruments from his case as the midwives helped you strip to your shift and pull the sheets back. “This will be a wretched affair, I’m afraid.”

no you jobbernowl lunkhead fucking nincompoop MAN he does not get to fucking absolve himself of this just because the child didnt come out of his penis FUCK YOU HELL JAIL DICKWACKER

“I’m not leaving my wife,” Daemon had replied sternly.

only half correct. you need to kill him now DAEMON WAHT THE FUCK IS STOPPING YOU I DONT CARE

The rest is a blur. Through sweat and tears and the bestial sounds emanating from somewhere so deep inside you that you had not known it existed, the bed had become sticky and rank with the scent of copper and gore and terror. It had made you retreat into yourself, to a place where the increasingly regular paroxysms could not touch you, and you had found a sense of quiet and calm there. 

i see it. this was, i dont want to say beautifully written, but [sigh] beautifully written [jumps off a cliff]

What is her name? Kepa is waiting for an answer. 

You are at peace. All you can feel is love. “Aemma,” you say, cooing it down to your precious, still child.  She is no longer warm in your arms, little body tepid like the air in the chamber around you. You hold her closer, skin to skin, impressing your heat into her.  “Her name is Aemma.”

like the combination of these sentences [wailing crying sobbing so alone so sad so broken so T_T HELP ME]

i read fics like this and wonder what its like for actual mothers who've experienced it T_T i cry about my dead cat so much still even after so long . HE WAS A CAT. IMAGINE CARRYING A CHILD THE BLOOD OF YOUR BLOOD THE BLOOD OF THE BLOOD OF THE MAN YOU LOVED TOO AAWWWWWW FUCK THEN THEY JUST dont

they just

... never make it

ahhh i have school? I have placed to be? why did i read this?

WHY DID YOU WRITE THIS?

WHY DID I THINK AW YIS THIS IS GONNA BE GOOD COS SHE WROTE IT

NO??

I MEAN ITS NOT BAD

ITS HORRIBLE?

HELP ME????

i have to take a shower and cleanse myself and get ready now

[stares into the ocean] what is life

Hey! I love your writing. I was wondering if you'd be willing to write an AU blurb of Babey losing her unborn child? If not, that's okay! Thankyou!

Hey, nonnie! Sorry it's taken so long to get this one out - I PROMISE I keep all my requests and will probably get to them eventually. I was in the right headspace for this one, so I hope you like!

THIS IS AN ALTERNATE UNIVERSE BLURB, DO NOT PANIC!!!

aemma (a 'terms of endearment' au)

GIF by @targaryenlaena

Your daughter is perfect.

Triggers: WARNING - MISCARRIAGE/STILLBIRTH, incest, age gap, purity culture.

She is so small, you think in wonder.

The sound of sniffling midwives is easy to ignore in the peace of the moment. In the wake of your efforts, all you can see is your babe. Cradling her red-slicked form close to your chest, you marvel at the downy-soft pale of her hair peeking through the viscera, the tiniest fingers and toes, the puckered mouth and the sweet button nose. You made this. She is perfect.

Why is she not breathing?

Your pains had started abruptly – too abruptly. You had thought your womb was ripping in two within you, such was the agony of the feeling. All you had done was pull yourself off the chaise to relieve your aching back, and suddenly your smallclothes were wet with dark and your body was turning itself inside out.

“Daemon!” you had squalled, scrabbling at the fabric between your legs.

When he ventured from his desk, you had noticed the curiosity in his expression turn to panic, to anger, to despair, and then blankness in dizzying speed. The hard line of his lips and the set of his brow had been akin to a man carved from stone as he barked for the guards to fetch the Maester, to retrieve the midwives, to seek out your sister.

“Sh,” he had soothed, hand on your back as he walked you to the bed. “You’re alright, sweetling. Just… just let it happen.”

You had not understood what he meant by it. What choice did you have? There had been very little control to wield in the throes of torment, and you were forced to your side on the mattress as you heaved for breath through the strain of it.

Daemon sits beside you, dispelling your absent pondering.

“What–” he stops, swallows. He reaches tentatively for the peach fuzz atop her head, fingers trembling through the silver moonshine and down across the velveteen skin of her darling little cheek. “What will we name her?”

One of the midwives sobs. The Maester drops something, and a loud clatter rings throughout the room. You bring your hand up to shield her delicate ears from the sound.

Gerardys was a great help, you muse. He had been grave-faced and resolute as he strode into your rooms, handily taking command of the gaggle of disconcerted staff milling about as you had moaned and shivered, prone.

“It may be best for you to leave, my Prince,” he had murmured to your husband, laying out the instruments from his case as the midwives helped you strip to your shift and pull the sheets back. “This will be a wretched affair, I’m afraid.”

“I’m not leaving my wife,” Daemon had replied sternly.

You had felt his eyes on you even through the teeth-chattering hurt that ignited like sparks in your bloodstream. Your belly clenched like a fist, forcing a pop and a stream of bloody fluid from between your legs. At your wail, he had looked away with a tense jaw.

“There’s no hope, then?”

Gerardys had paused. “It is too early,” he murmured, a look of such contrition and sorrow on his face that you had been overcome with the urge to reach forth and comfort him through your own pain.

The rest is a blur. Through sweat and tears and the bestial sounds emanating from somewhere so deep inside you that you had not known it existed, the bed had become sticky and rank with the scent of copper and gore and terror. It had made you retreat into yourself, to a place where the increasingly regular paroxysms could not touch you, and you had found a sense of quiet and calm there. 

All at once, her body had slipped from you with a gush, and the protracted silence had lingered for what feels like an age.

What is her name? Kepa is waiting for an answer. 

You lean into him, smiling faintly at the feel of his lips against your temple. He curls around you and the babe, grip a little too tight for comfort, but you do not mind.

You are at peace. All you can feel is love.

“Aemma,” you say, cooing it down to your precious, still child. 

She is no longer warm in your arms, little body tepid like the air in the chamber around you. You hold her closer, skin to skin, impressing your heat into her. 

“Her name is Aemma.”

I am sorry for this. 'TIS AN AU BLURB, NO MORE!

[sherlockwatson-holmesblog]

Im new here, but I was wondering- Do you know any good angsty/fluffy Johnlock fics? Such as the two of them fight but make up in the end? tyy :)

I’d suggest you to look through @inevitably-johnlocked and @alexxphoenix42 fic list, of which I’ll link Steph fic list link below for your convenience. Sadly, I don’t have the link to Alexx’s fic list but I’m sure you’ll find it on their page.

1. Proving A Point @jbaillier @elldotsee (Amazing work by the lovely authors, one of my fav AUs)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18826798

Invalided home from Afghanistan, running out of funds and convinced that his surgical career is over, John Watson accepts a mysterious job offer to provide care and companionship for a disabled person. Little does he know how much hangs in the balance of his performance as he settles into his new life at Musgrave Court.

2. Bloody But Unbowed

https://archiveofourown.org/works/990555

Ever since I returned to London, you have made it plain that my behaviour is intolerable. Clearly, you no longer find me praise-worthy in any capacity, so why are you still here?"

When a familiar argument threatens to destroy the last remnants of John and Sherlock's failing friendship, both men are left questioning their worth to one another. Before either of them has the chance to make amends, circumstance intervenes. John is left at the mercy of his abductors, and this time, he's not sure Sherlock will bother coming to his rescue.

3. Radioactive Trees In A Red Forest

https://archiveofourown.org/works/10522701

John Watson is what happens when a man can no longer see a reason to go on.

John Watson is what happens when a man starts to let go.

"It is what it is."

John Watson is what happens when what "it is" becomes too much to bear.

This is a story of the life, death, and resurrection of John Hamish Watson.

4. (Never) Turn Your Back To The Sea @discordantwords

https://archiveofourown.org/works/9848774

Baker Street is very much the same. Only different.

And Sherlock is just trying not to drown.

5. How To Be Brave

https://archiveofourown.org/works/863793

Love is so short, but forgetting is so long - Pablo Neruda

Of all the places to run into his ex, it had to be at a Tesco's when he's wearing his bloody pyjamas. At three in the fucking morning.

(A Sherlock University AU...that has some pining!John to balance out our canon pining!Sherlock)

6. The Death And Resurrection of The Beekeeper (absolute fav) @shiplocks-of-love

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19757596

Sherlock escapes London for a quiet, solitary life in Sussex, exhausted after the whirlwind of drama following Mary’s death.

One day, a letter arrives.

7. Kintsukuroi (amazing, amazing) @sussexbound

https://archiveofourown.org/works/15891033

“I love you.”

Sherlock sees the words hit John with almost physical force. He reels back a little, jaw twitching and eyes filling.

“I love you,” he repeats, a little softer, a little more gentle, as earnest as he possibly can. Because they’ve been teetering on the brink of this thing for years, and it had become painfully obvious over the last few months that they were at a tipping point. This had to happen. Now it has. Now they can see where they end up.

The tears in John’s eyes spill over, and he wipes at them angrily. “Do you even know what that means?”

8. The Doubtful Comforts Of Human Love.( beautifully heartbreaking)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/2184438

UK Ballet principal dancer Sherlock Holmes and assistant rugby coach John Watson met and fell in love as ambitious, optimistic teenagers. Twenty years on, they are entering midlife, facing the break-down of their bodies and the ending of their careers, and contemplating what the future holds for two middle-aged men forced to start over. With a frightening crisis unfolding at the Ballet, Sherlock must balance the demands of his career, his friendships, and his marriage with his own struggle against bitterness and discontent, while John takes a long-overdue glance from the outside, in, and stutter-steps toward making a kind of peace.

AU - ballet!lock/rugby!john

9. The Speed Of Objects In Motion

https://archiveofourown.org/works/913139

Sherlock, John and a lifetime of falling together and apart

10. White Knight

https://archiveofourown.org/works/18719701

Green.

The word green was used to convey a great many things. Illness. Envy. Inexperience.

Standing there amidst Janine's chattering bridesmaids, watching Sherlock furrow his brow and study fabric swatches, watching him smile and simper and flirt, John thought it a remarkably apt colour choice. Because he felt quite sick to his stomach, he feared the source of said sickness might very well be jealousy, and he had absolutely no idea at all what to do about it.

Or: Sherlock needs to fake a relationship for a case. He doesn't ask John.

I hope you find these recs helpful, I’d suggest you to check other works of these authors because they are amazing.

[mythicalmyles]

Hiya Myles, its blood anon. Since you're now doing anime recs, can you do Shu Sakamaki with a skeptical reader who doesn't believe in vampires? With blood mentions, and dub-con?

Just a small lil thought but what if they were bfs and MC doesn't believe half the things Shu says about being a vampire since hes a very lazy person and he thinks his bf is making it up.

Also, Congrats on 500 followers (๑˃̵　ᴗ　˂̵)و I hope to see more awesome writes from you in the future

Thank you so much i hope you enjoy this<3333

“Your blood smells really good.” Shu muttered as his lips ran across the back of (Names) neck, (Names) body shuddering as his breath hit the back of his neck. (Name) just let out a chuckle and rolled his eyes, Shu’s hands running up and down his stomach as he sat in Shu’s lap. (Namae) hadn’t been dating Shu long, despite how perverted he was this was the farthest they had gone. Shu had pretty much dragged him into his room and onto his lap, (Name) barley had had a moment to think before Shu’s lips were ghosting his neck.

(Name) let out a gasp when Shu’s fingers started circling his nipples through his shirt, his cheeks were flaming red as he tried his best to hold in his moans. “Sh-Shu stop.” (Name) groaned feeling his pants tighten. “But why? You clearly like it.” Shu teased as his hand began cupping and rubbing (Names) cock. “I mea-mean it Shu!” He choked out through his moans.

“I’ll prove what i am.” Shu muttered and before (Name) could question him, he’d sank his teeth into the junction between his neck and shoulder. (Names) mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as Shu’s fangs sank into him. His body relaxed as Shu began drinking from him, moans pouring from his mouth as he slumped in Shu’s lap.

Once Shu had taken enough to leave him drowsy and sluggish he pulled back, fox like grin coating his cheeks as his eyes gleamed. Shu didn’t know how they’d gotten this far without him bending the smaller over and taking him already, he’d held himself back long enough. “Shu.” (Name) sluggishly groaned, trying to turn his head to see him. (Name) felt fear as he gazed at Shu who had a wild look on his face, fangs dripping with (Names) blood before he licked it all up including the blood dripping from his lips. Shu’s hand wrapped around his neck as his other hand went to pull down his pants and boxers. Shu practically tore the fabric, hand moving to shove fingers in (Names) mouth.

Shu chuckled as he fucked his fingers into (Names) mouth, fingers playing with his throat. Shu looked at (Name) in the mirror just across from them, eating up every expression that fell on (Names) face. Gags and moans flew from (Names) mouth as it was used, Shu’s hands keeping him pinned in place. Not that he could do anything with his swirling mind, head static due to blood loss. All (Name) could do was submit as his boyfriend took him, Shu had such a grip on him (Name) knew he wouldn’t have a chance even if his head wasn’t swirling.

Shu pulled his fingers out and (Name) gasped in air as Shu’s fingers moved to his ass, sliding two digits into his hole. A choked yelp flew out of (Names) mouth, body jumping at the intrusion. “Shu i mean it!” He cried as Shu scissored his fingers, long fingers hitting deep inside of him.

Shu relished in the way his little boyfriend melted into him, the sweet moans he made spurred Shu on. Drool began dripping out of (Names) mouth, saliva running down his neck as he threw his head back into Shu’s chest. His hands desperately gripped into Shu’s sleeves, twisting the fabric as pleasure short circuited his brain.

Shu didn’t spend long opening him up before he withdrew his fingers and freed his cock. (Name) whimpered as it popped up between his legs, shivering at the side. He sluggishly shook his head. “Shu. No.” He groaned, Shu’s cock intimidating him. “Youll love it. Youll be begging for more soon.” ( Name) couldnt fight back as Shu positioned him above his cock, slowly sliding into him. (Names) mouth dropped in a silent scream as Shu slowly sunk him on his cock, his body shook when their hips finally met. Gravity dropping him as far as he could, Shu moved his shaking legs so they were spread. (Name) sobbed when Shu lifted him, the feeling of Shu’s cock stretching him more then anything had before was intoxicating.

“See?” Shu teased when (Name) began to moan as he was bounced on Shu’s cock. Moans flew from (Names) throat and it was like music to Shu’s ears, he choked when Shu would slam him down particularly hard. “You love it don’t you?” Shu hit his prostate with every bounce, drawing whines from (Name). “Yes, fuck. More. Please.” (Name) cried, Shu couldn’t help himself as he bit down on (Names) neck, hard enough to leave an obvious mark. (Name) came hard as Shu’s fangs entered him, painting his stomach and legs.

Shu didn’t slow down as his own high approached, his own orgasm fast approaching. (Name) whimpered and whine as his prostate was abused, Shu still stiking on every thrust. Oxygen had left (Names) lungs as Shu bounced him at an inhuman strength, vision whiting out with each slam.

He clenched hard on his second orgasm, scream tearing from his lips as he came hard. Shu slammed deep, cum flooding inside (Name). Shu lapped at his neck and occasionally sucked and kissed at his flesh. “My pretty little human.” Shu chuckled as (Name) passed out in his hold.

[citrus-cactus]

10 characters, 10 fandoms (obscure takes & slightly furry edition)

I was tagged by @tangledupblue and @reliablejoukido approximately forever ago! I’ve actually done this meme two times previously, but there are always more characters to talk about (that cannot be true forever, but we’ll say it’s true for now). So let’s get to it!

Also, I don't feel like tagging this one, but please feel free to do this if you want to! I always love to hear about peoples' favorite characters <3

1. Iago (Disney’s Aladdin)

I… I… I don't have any excuses, I just think he’s neat, ok?! There has always been something about the sarcastic talking animal sidekick trope that speaks to me, even though I can’t explain why. He’s just such a angry, self-centered, fun little guy, and he has a real character arc that runs through all of the 90s animated media! Love his role in the TV series, and I also love that he went off with Aladdin’s dad at the end of King of Thieves. For better or worse, he’s my favorite Disney character, period!

2. Bad Bird/Karamaru (Samurai Pizza Cats/Kyatto Ninden Teyandee)

SPC is a show from the mid-90s era of dubs, and it’s generally beloved for taking a rather loose approach to its translation of the original source material. Bad Bird is yet another bird-type henchman, a rival to the "star" character, a bit of a punching bag, and also not-really-all-that-evil. I uh… I guess I have a type? *shifty eyes*

3. Jose Carioca

Oh sh*t I lied, I do actually have ANOTHER favorite Disney character! Who is a bird!! I honestly don’t know why I have such an attachment to Jose. Three Caballeros was something I ONLY watched at my grandma’s house as a wee one, so I do have some very specific childhood memories of it, and little me always thought this charming parrot was the best part. I have never seen anything he featured in that didn’t originate in the 1940s (yeah, I slept on the DuckTales reunion because I don't have cable or Disney+), but I’ve heard he has (had?) his own long-running comic book series in Brazil. I’ve always wanted to see one of those!

I uh… I definitely have a type. Who knew?? ^^;

4. Ryouga Hibiki (Ranma 1/2)

Ok look. I came into Ranma 1/2 in a pretty weird way: looking it up obsessively on the late 90s Internet, falling in love with character descriptions, screenshots and promo art, and reading fanfiction before I was able to watch or read ANY significant portions of the source material. Ryouga was always kind of my favorite back then, and he still is now (even though I have only seen a few of the OVAs and read about half of the manga). He’s just. He’s such an idiot (affectionate). But he's a great rival, a dog person, has Feelings but is incredibly awkward, and generally means well.

5. Ben Wyatt (Parks and Rec)

Live action? GASP! Just… Ben Wyatt is a MOOD. The entire ensemble cast of P&R is amazing, but it’s incredible how much Adam Scott and Rob Lowe brought to the table. I am very normal about Ben, Cones of Dunshire, and the Letters to Cleo shirt (I am not).

6. Lily Aldrin (How I Met Your Mother)

While I will watch Alyson Hannigan act in pretty much anything, HIMYM is a total comfort show for me, and Lily is just *chef’s kiss.* Don’t really have much more to say than that!

7. Lum(?) (Urusei Yatsura)

UY has such a HUGE ensemble cast with tons of interdependencies, you practically can’t isolate one character without at least three others tagging along. You also can’t think too hard about them, because they are all idiots (affectionate) (there is definitely a distinction to make between characterization being good and characterization being deep). Lum is... not my favorite character (that might actually be the manga version of Mendo?), but she's such a dang icon, plus she’s the one I've tried to draw the most, so that… counts?? Much like Ranma 1/2, I also have to factor in all the years I spent wanting to experience UY. Amazingly enough, I've seen more of it than Ranma at this point!

Currently wishing I could watch the reboot too, because the manga characterization/version of events might actually be getting their day in the sun? :D

8. Bentley (Sly Cooper)

Oof. OOF. Why did I do this to myself. The Sly Cooper series is a 3D platforming series from the PS2 era of video games. Penelope from Sly 3 might be my favorite character conceptually (she brings something really fun to the table, and geek girls FTW!), but her being The Fave is hampered by the fact that she only appears in the one game (What's that? Sly 4? Sorry, don't know what you're talking about). Sly 2 is hands-down my favorite entry in the franchise, and while he’s really difficult to play as, Bentley’s development across the original trilogy is… ghhh. IT’S SO GOOD, as are his friendships with Sly and Murray. Bentley!!! (I still love you though Penelope, you got done so dirty).

9. Donatello (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

I don’t believe I’ve watched/played/read any TMNT property that is younger than a third-grader at this point. But Donnie’s the Smart One, and he is Purple. ‘Nuff said!!

OK so. Birds and smart turtles. We're learning more about what my types are all the time...

10. Daisuke Jigen (Lupin III)

I have not seen much Lupin III. But Jigen is cool <3

(I also like hats).

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Playing With Fire (M) by @floralseokjin

↳  Jungkook seems to have a little crush on you, and no matter how much you try to ignore it, you seem to be losing your resolve with each passing day...

Tension (M) (ft. Jimin) by @kpopfanfictrash

↳  Jimin and you are always flirty. When his childhood friend, Jungkook, visits, they show they’ve always been competitive. What happens, then, when both of them set their sights on you?

Making Him Jealous (ft. Jimin) by @parkmuse ☆

↳ Having two guys as roommates probably wasn’t the best decision you had ever made. The constant mess and lack of privacy proved that; but who even cared when they were Jimin and Jungkook?

Jasmine (M) by @btssmutgalore

↳ Jungkook always tries to hide his crush on you, but unfortunately, he can’t control what happens while he’s sleeping.

Vaunt (M) by @yminie

↳ Every weekend Beta Tau throws a ‘little’ party to help students relax and let loose and frat resident Jungkook has a big mouth that talks a lot of big game. You finally get sick of the lack of relaxation on your end and set out to see if he’s all talk.

Feels like summer (M) by @badbhye

↳ You only have one question on your mind this summer: when did Jeon Jungkook get abs?

The Roommate (M) by @jjungkookislife

Take a sip (M) by @ve1vetyoongi

↳ Your best friends engagement party was a dreadful reminder of your painfully barren dating life. That is until you laid eyes on the tattooed waiter who can’t stop staring - after all, the wine tastes sweet but he tastes sweeter.

Dalliance (M) by @jvnghxope

↳  The Association sends you to your first mission alone and you encounter a Pureblood ⎯a race you believed were extinct⎯  who is in the mood to play.

Tattooed two (M) (ft. Taehyung) by @httpjeon

↳ Your boyfriend’s best friend joins you for a night you’ll never forget.

Gym (M) by @hobiwonder

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and has been watching you work out at his gym. One day you finally confront his obvious crush.

SERIES

Lightweight (M) by @btssmutgalore

↳ Jungkook is tired of you seeing him as a kid. So he takes matters into his own hands. 

01 / 02

The DUFF (M) by @hobiboo1

↳ Your annoying neighbour and childhood friend, Jungkook, strikes a deal with you to help you get the attention of your crush, Jimin, if you help him pass his philosophy class.

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10

Bunny Boy (M) by @parkmuse ✓

↳ Catching feelings for your sisters friend wasn’t part of your plan.

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / completed.

Bad (M) by @thelillzmonster

↳ He was the cliché bad boy. He was the guy you couldn’t stand. He was the handsome, good-looking young man who made girls swoon for just a touch. He was a brat. You had never liked him one bit, but you had also stayed out of his business. Until one day, when you were in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

01/ 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09

Business (M) (ft. Taehyung) by @btssmutgalore

↳  Discussing business over drinks turns into a night you won’t forget.

01 / 02 / 03

Monster (M) by @btssmutgalore

↳ You sleep with an obnoxious fratboy who used to be your friend.

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12 / 13 / 14 / 15 / 16 / 17 / 18

Drown for you by @vinterjeon ☆

↳ There was something in that enormous tank, hidden in the murky water. All you knew was that you weren’t allowed inside the room and that it used to hold something dangerous.

01 / 02

The Doms Next Door (M) (ft. Taehyung) by @tatertotthethot

↳ You unknowingly accept the offer to become a tattoo model for the two, sexually-crazed men next door.

01 / 02 / 2.1 / 03 / 3.1

Airplane, pt. 2 (M) by @xjoonchildx

↳ Jungkook jeon stole six million dollars. It’s your job to bring him home. But finding him – and keeping him in one place is not that simple. Then shit gets weird.

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06

Tomorrow (M) (ft. Taehyung) by @jungk0oksthighs

↳ When you get a job at the Jeon law firm downtown, your life gets turned upside down, but is it for better, or worse?

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10

Ego (M) by @suga-kookiemonster

↳ What’s a girl to do when her sweet, innocent baby lab partner isn’t quite so sweet and innocent? well, he’s a grown-ass man, and you’re about to learn that the hard way.

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07

Escape by @jjkfire RECENTLY ADDED

↳ Everyone has a number over their heads that says how useful they are to society from 0-100. You have a number ‘4’. You leave the city for some peace but you meet your cocky neighbour who seems to get on your nerves.

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 06.5 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10

New Rules (M) by @tayegi​ RECENTLY ADDED​ 

01 / 02 / 03 / 04 / 05 / 06 / 07 / 08 / 09 / 10 / 11 / 12

AO3

Walking Through a World Gone Blind / (jimin x jungkook) Strangers to lovers! ☆

Blind Switch / (jimin x jungkook) farm/ranch! Enemies to friends to lovers  ☆

Sh. (reader x OT7)

Like Everything Glows / (jimin x jungkook) Merman! Strangers to lovers ☆

Make me yours / (jimin x jungkook) Age difference! Strangers to lovers ☆

A spell that reminds me of your name / (jimin x jungkook)  Wizards! Enemies to lovers! RECENTLY ADDED

Give a little death / (jimin x jungkook) vampire! RECENTLY ADDED

[mskatesharma]

Hey sorry to bother you but I wanted to ask if you could rec some good sources on learning more about Indian Culture/history/customs. Movies books anything really. I have looked online but well, I always take things on the internet with several grains of salt. And considering I know very little on it, I can't say how reliable the information is. I would like to incorporate elements of Kate being Indian when writing about Kate (and Kate and Anthony) going forward and I want to do it in as respectful and accurate a way as I can. For example, I had a thought of Anthony seeing Kate and her fam celebrate Holi and falling in love with how happy and carefree she is and brushing some paint off her cheek before she dunks some pigment onto him or something 1/2

But considering I've never celebrated Holi or seen it celebrated before I don't think I'd do a good job to write it... I know I get annoyed when people get the basic customs and traditions of my culture wrong. Anyway sorry for rambling TLDR: I would like to learn more about Indian culture and idk where to begin so I would be grateful for any direction you can point me at 2/2

so this has taken me a while to answer because i needed to find time to sit down, think about it and answer it properly. it might seem like a somewhat simple question, but to me, at least, it’s complicated? (i’m probably going to be going over stuff you probably already know, but i’m trying to answer in a complete way.)

i need to start off by saying that my family is from north india (gujarat specifically), and because of that, i have a certain level of privilege, including how north indians and north indian culture is portrayed in the media (obviously including bollywood). i mention this because simone ashley is south indian, specifically tamil, and there is so much prejudice against south indians in general, and this obviously extends to how they are depicted and how their culture is shown in various forms of media; colourism (which simone has spoken out about) is just the start of it. (also, as someone who is north indian, i’m not the best placed person to talk about the prejudice and discrimination faced by south indians.)  

a big part of why desi fans are so excited about simone’s casting as kate is because she a dark-skinned woc, and typically, dark-skinned women aren’t cast as romantic leads, and they’re not cast in shows anyway, especially when compared to light-skinned woc. so the fact that she’s going to be a lead in one of the biggest shows on netflix is a big.fucking.deal. in addition, they changed her character’s surname from ‘sheffield’ to ‘sharma’, which on the surface seems like a great idea, but if you look a little deeper, there are so many problems to be found.

(this got long so continues below)

sharma is not a generic indian surname; it’s specifically a north indian hindu name, which throws up questions. is kate going to be a hindu on the show? does this mean her family is from north india?  are they going to talk about caste on the show because sharma is a brahmin surname? how are they going to explain kate being in england, and being out in society with the upper crust of the british aristocracy? (because of the time that bridgerton is set, and with them specifically setting up kate as indian, i honestly don’t know how they’re going to explain kate’s presence) i honestly think that the show didn’t think too deeply about it and they chose the name sharma because it starts with ‘sh’ and ~sounds indian. however, it’s thrown up so many questions that they can’t ignore, especially because they tried to explain race in the first season. 

i talk about all this because you ask about holi, and incorporating elements of kate being indian when writing. and i’m not trying to be mean, but i would maybe hold off altogether? i need to point out that holi is a hindu festival, and is not specifically tied to being indian. i know i mentioned that sharma is a hindu surname, but we don’t even know if kate is going to be hindu, she may be a christian, or another religion or an atheist. also, because simone is tamil, they may decide to have kate be south indian despite the north indian origins of sharma, if they chose to address it at all. and depending on where in india you are from, and your religion, you will celebrate different festivals. even indians of the same religion celebrate different festivals, and some celebrate occasions at different times (e.g. gujaratis celebrate hindu new year the day after diwali. this isn’t the case for most other hindus. if we take holi, i know that it tends to be celebrated more in north india, and the image you describe isn’t necessarily universal). 

there has been a lot in the tags regarding clothing, and seeing kate and her family wearing indian clothing, and while i get it, it makes me nervous. personally, i cannot wait to see kate in the same style of dresses that everyone else wore in season one. why? because seeing an indian woman in that period of dress is something i have been longing for. i don’t want to see an indian woman wearing a lengha or a sari or sabyasachi in that time period, i want to see her in a bonnet and empire waistline, because that is something we haven’t seen much of. 

also, talking about seeing kate and her family wearing indian clothing has the potential to ‘other’ her, and tbh, can come across sometimes as fetishy, especially when you consider the time the story takes place in, and all the implications of colonialism. (there’s also the fact that unless the show has hired indian costume designers, it would be kinda gross for them to use any kind of indian clothing, and that includes adding elements to the era-typical dress that i’m hoping for.) 

i’m going to be honest, i’ve seen pieces of fanart with kate wearing a sari and other indian clothing, while anthony has been in typical regency dress, and it makes me uncomfortable. it gives off coloniser vibes, and that’s a dynamic i have absolutely no interest in. there’s also the fact that i’ve seen art where simone as kate has been shown as light-skinned, to the point where she appears to be the same colour as anthony, and i mean, hello?!

full disclosure, i’ve made some posts regarding headcanons and music that i should have thought twice about. i’ve reblogged stuff that i should have thought more about before i did so. why? because they had overtones of north indian privilege, and/or orientalism. being indian (wherever in india that is) is part of someone’s identity, it’s not a gimmick to sprinkle onto things, and it’s not something to festishise, and i think, at least from what i’ve seen, that is the concern a lot of desi fans have, even if that’s not the intention of the original posters.   

i realise i’ve gone on a seemingly massive tangent, but what i’m trying to say is, i don’t think there is a need to specifically reference kate being indian, especially when when writing canon-era fic, even more so when you consider we don’t know how the show is going to address it. now, i’m not saying i have faith in the show when it comes to kate and her ~indian surname, just that until we know how the show addresses it, i don’t see why it needs to be referred to? i understand why one might want to, but i just think there are waaay too many potential pitfalls, and the risk of coming across as orientalist/patronising/fetishy too high. some fans have fears when it comes to kate sharma and how she is presented, and for good reason.

sorry for not answering how you expected, and not giving you the resources you asked for (which, tbh, i’m not sure i would know where to start). i get what you were trying to ask, and i thank you for asking in the first place, but the question felt a little unfair tbh. but, i would encourage to read up on orientalism, also about the privilege that north indian hindus have, and honestly, the british colonisation of india.

ETA: i put this in the reblog but im going to add it here as well

also, something i forgot to add, even though i talk about north indians/north india and south indians/south india, it is obviously more complicated than that. there are many different states in india, and even then, different regions within those states will have different customs to each other. and then you have to factor in religion. likewise, there’s no one language that everyone in india speaks. basically, it’s not one universal culture that can be ‘boiled down to the essentials’.

[hariosborn]

 sirius black fic rec list!!

okay but imagine having sirius black fall in love with you...a concept 😌

the feeling that we’re meeting again by @writesowhatnext

cross house relationships!!!!! literally yall are missing out if you project yourself into the same house as your lover!! you’re missing out on the tension, the passion, the romance!!! and once you get out of hogwarts and that tension is still there!!! post hogwarts sirius!!! hes so hot!!! and grumpy >:) you can never go wrong with slowburn fics!! 

the risk of love by @with1love1anu

ive been following anu for foreeeeeever and she never fails!! her writing is always so good and shes one of my favorite marauders era writers <33 you’ll see as you go down this list - but i love pining fics like im obsesssssed!! ooo and this one has a hint of best friend james and it just makes the story 10x better! 

breakfast in bed by @wondernimbus

when authors are 14 years old but can write flawlessly even though i struggle doing simple short stories in english class 😘not but fr ysa is such a good writer xx. breakfast in bed! what would yall eat 🤔if we’re talking abt english food (like food from england) idk what they eat over there tbh but i would pick roasted potatoes and waffles for breakfast :) wait actually no i wouldn’t, id probably do french toast with powdered sugar, strawberries, and french fries. ik it sounds weird but i had that the other day and i teared up, it tasted so good. but in this fic they have something even better!! have you ever wondered what it would be like to have toast, strawberry flavored muffins, and fruit for breakfast, all from the comfort of your bed, with the one and only sirius black? well look no further bc this fic has that and everything more!! 

godmother by @blisfvll

jen does it again!! coming through with the godmother!reader x godfather!sirius fics <33 (shes on this list three times bc she just writes so much good sirius content 😫) not to be morbid but when im gone i want someone to talk abt me the way sirius talks about the reader 😔i just love the way the sirius talked about her so lovingly and treated her like this ethereal being and painted her like this angel bc that must be so comforting for harry knowing that not only are his parents looking after him but his angel of a godmother is too ♥︎

oh shit + pt2 by @im-a-writer-right 

big brother remus am i right! as the oldest child, i love reading fics where im the younger sibling bc i just want someone to be able to look after me and care for me and be protective abt who i date bc they’re like “ i just don’t want you to get hurt” 😔 but anyways - this was a rlly cute and funny fic! i love snarky sirius and butthead james and overprotective remus and scared of falling for her brothers best friend reader :) if you like those all too you should read this one 😌

warnings by @blisfvll  

i felt like i was watching a short film! i loved this one! its so well written that you can like watch the play by play of everything happening in your head, like its sooo good! im sorry i keep putting so many angsty fics on this list 🥺👉🏼👈🏼 they’re just all so beautifully written and jen is such an amazing writer <33 

just a natural fact by @iliveiloveiwrite 

MILLIE!! YOU DID IT AGAIN!! guys if you are not following millie pls do i freaking love her sh*t and shes so far been on every fic rec list ive made :)) back to the review tho! im a very big fan of those timeskip fics like where theres a scenario for every year at hogwarts - and this one is one of those and i just - AGHHHGH!!! idk if this counts as a slowburn but like as someone who injects themself into the hogwarts timeline and pretends to be studying for her NEWTS when shes really doing AP work - i love reading about study sessions w remus where sirius tries to interject himself so he can be close to you 😊i dont want to spoil anything but like the tagline “Break my heart. Break it a thousand times if you like. It was only ever yours to break.” RUINED ME!! and you know what! i’ll do it again! i will read this fic and let it ruin me three more times and ten more times and however many i feel like! so yes, if you couldn’t tell, i love this one, and you guys should totally read it

die for you by @blisfvll 

i like to torture myself with sad fics so now im passing them along to you so we can all cry together ;( domestic life with sirius is something so very personal to me 😌so ofc i jumped at the idea of being harry’s godparent along w hubby sirius! but do not be fooled by my review - this one is sad - but its totally worth it!!! the things we do for baby harry am i right?? i am right 😌

wrapped around my finger by @remusishotterthansirius

jealous sirius jealous sirius jealous sirius!! oooo and when he growls >:)) i love the idea of being like this unattainable magical being in sirius’s eyes and you’re just like completely unaware of his feelings and it just adds to the mystery about you like imagine him sitting with the marauders by the black lake and him picking at a flower being like “she loves me, she loves me not, she loves me, she loves me not” and then him being all sad and pouty once the petals are all gone and he was left with ‘she loves me not’ :(( but  n e  ways - this was so cute and so masterfully written and i just love everything this author puts out so do not be surprised if you see at least one of their works on every single one of my hp fic rec lists >:))

misunderstandings by @imagineitup

oof this one really played with my heart! you know those fics where someones feelings are painfully obvious and you just want the other person to finally realize so they can both be put out of their misery and then go on to have this cute relationship BUT NONE OF THAT CAN HAPPEN UNTIL THEY COME TO THE REALIZATION THAT THEY ARE CAPABLE OF BEING LOVED!!! i love those fics and this is one of them :)))

thats all for my recs! sorry this ones so short - ive been drifting in and out of life, and school has been hard for me. there was a lot more to this list but a lot of my favorite writers have left tumblr so i dont have as much to share w yall 😔and theres obviously so many more amazing writers out there, im just sharing what i know! i’m thinking of just finishing up the other fic rec lists i have and then im going to move over to anime recs! ive been obsessed w haikyuu lately and theres a lot of fics i want to share with others - so if you guys don’t stick around for that i totally understand - but don’t worry im not making that switch till much later ✌🏼love you all so much! hope you’re all taking care of yourself, but dont worry if you’re not, its always a process so don’t put too much pressure on yourself to get stuff done and make sure to celebrate what you do get done! congratulate yourself when no one else will, and remember i’ll always be in your corner cheering you on! 

happy reading!

- love, hari !!

[inevitably-johnlocked]

hey you any canon compliant angst no happy ending recs

Hey Lovely!

Ah, you’re an evil one, aren’t ya, LOL LOL!! Hee hee! No worries! I’ve had this one waiting for literal years, finally going to use this post as an excuse to post it up! Enjoy(?)! LOL <3

UNHAPPY or AMBIGUOUS ENDINGS

See also:

Major Character Death / Heavy Angst

Major Character Death / Heavy Angst Pt 2

One Lives, One Dies

John’s Suicide Before TEH

Dies After the Fall and Becomes a Ghost

John Has Cancer

I don't mind by beltainefaerie (G, 221 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Stag Night, 221B, Post-TRF, Angst, Longing) – Sherlock is more vulnerable than he pretends. Part 4 of Bel's Tumblr Ficlets

Pervasive Quietness by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 545 w., 1 Ch. ||  Angst, Friendship, Pining Sherlock, First-Person Sherlock POV) – The hollowness left in Baker Street seeps into everything.

Human Error by YakuzaDog (G, 571 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Missing Scene, Angst) – Sherlock goes on a brief shopping trip.

The Hollow Man by HHarris (G, 639 w., 1 Ch. || John’s Chair, Introspection, Sherlock’s Big Feelings™, Post TRF, Angst, Emotional Turmoil, POV Sherlock, Pining / Sad Sherlock) – Still reeling from the apparent loss of his one and only friend, Sherlock returns to 221B for the first time after the events of The Reichenbach Fall.

Five Seconds by xXLadyLovelaceXx (K+, 658 w., 1 Ch. || Friendship, Introspection, TGG Pool Scene) – In the half-second before Sherlock shoots the jacket, John notices something.

Promise of Sussex by LittleLongHairedOutlaw (T, 705 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV Sherlock, Sherlock Whump, Angst, Pining, Ambiguous Ending) – John tries to keep Sherlock conscious after he's been shot on a case.

Message Not Sent by Queerasil (K, 762 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, One-Sided Texting, Pining Sherlock) - Sherlock texts John after the fall and during the hiatus. The messages are sent, but never received. Sequel to WORDLOCKED, TSTM, and Wait, How Do You Play This Game Again?

John Will Never Know by bloodsoakedleather (E, 775 w., 1 Ch. || Fantasy John, Masturbation, PIning Sherlock, Sexual Fantasy, Rimming, Cock Sucking, John’s Red Pants, Pants Sniffing, Coming in Pants, Mild Kink) – Sherlock indulges in a spot of self gratification with the aid of a stolen pair of red pants. Part 2 of Johnlock Porny Ficlets

Words Were Never Useful by Jenn1984 (K+, 819 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt Comfort, John Whump, Friendship, Ambiguous Ending) - ALLEY BEHIND THE BOOKSTORE, JOHN STABBED. HELP NOW. SH

The Other Shoe by thewaitwasworthitlove - (NR, 1,053 w., 1 Ch. || Pining Sherlock, Angst, URT, Post-TSo3) - Sherlock realizes how deep in love he has fallen for John. Only Sherlock Holmes would manage to be more shattered than crystal dropped on concrete.

The Signs of Loss by LitLocked (NR, 1,103 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TSo3, Pining Sherlock, Self Reflection) – Sherlock's internal monologue after he comes back from the wedding.

Velvet by headlessjess (G, 1,155 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Fic, Pining, Angst, Jealous Sherlock, Loneliness, Sad Fic, Friendship, Bi-Curiousity, Dancing) – It's the day, the wedding day - John and Mary, getting married. And then there's Sherlock, in pain and in love, without knowing how to deal with it.

Imminent by LoyalPaddler (K+, 1,187 w., 1 Ch. || Kidnapping, Open Ending) – What did it say about a person if he recognized the feeling of waking up concussed, blindfolded, and handcuffed to a chair? Probably not good, that.

The Simple Separation Will Not Come Between Us by The Circus (T, 1,278 w., 1 Ch. || Hurt/Comfort, MCD, Violence, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Prose) – The choice is simple. Real, and No John. Or Not Real, and John. For a prompt that says 'John dies and Sherlock loses himself in his Mind Palace’

Hold On by Jennistar1 (T, 1,300 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Post-TRF, Hiatus, Friendship) –  Alternative ending to Reichenbach Falls - John knew all along.

The Talons of Sentiment by dearcst (G, 1,463 w., 1 Ch. || First Person POV, Angst, Unrequited Love, Pining Sherlock) – I promised myself long ago I wouldn’t succumb to something so degrading, something so vicious. I promised I wouldn’t let myself fall. But that was before him. That was before I met John. In sleep there is such bliss and peace, and as John slept on my shoulder, it killed me inside to know I was so close yet I could never touch him.

Love and Bombs by Spark_Writer (T, 1,696 w., 1 Ch. || Angst, POV Sherlock First Person, Post-HLV, Pining Sherlock) – Love and bombs aren’t all that different, John. In the end, they’re almost indistinguishable. Part 3 of Human Error

BBCSH 'Poor Mary' by tigersilver (M, 1,839 w., 1 Ch. || HLV Fic, Canon Compliant, Sherlock Whump / Mary Shot Sherlock, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Pining Sherlock, Hospitalization, Missing Scene, Sherlock POV) – As the tin says above, this is a missing scene, set directly after Sherlock awakens in hospital after having been shot by his best mate's wife. Minor angst, some pining, nothing nasty; please don't be alarmed unduly.

Dying Changes Everything by whitchry9 (K+, 1,919 w., 1 Ch || Sherlock POV, Suicidal Ideation, Near-Death, Hospital, Sherlock Whump, Gunshot, Unhappy/Ambiguous Ending, Hurt/Comfort, Friendship) – Sherlock is having an existential crisis and wants to have a near death experience like John did to gain some perspective. “Shoot me John!” he insisted, gesturing to himself. John just looked at him. “Are you completely mad?”

Love Hurts by Grac3 (T, 2,215 w., 1 Ch. || Magical Realism, Pining Sherlock, One-Sided Pining / URT, Sherlock / John Whump, Angst, Ambiguous Ending) – In a world where someone's physical injuries manifest themselves on the person who is in love with them, John didn't think that there would ever be anyone who was willing to risk falling in love with him - until he got shot on a case, and it didn't hurt. Unrequited Johnlock.

glimpses through a closing window by radialarch (T, 2,430 w., 1 Ch.  || Hiatus / Post TRF, Vlogging, Pining Sherlock, Angst, BG John/Mary) – John starts a domestic vlog. Sherlock watches it on stolen phones, over flickering wi-fi, and aches.

It's After That Hurts by jonnyluvssherlock (T, 2,791 w., 1 Ch. || City of Angels AU || Fantasy, Fallen Angel Sherlock, Soldier John, Pining Sherlock, Friends to Lovers, Permanently Incomplete Fic) – Sherlock's an angel stuck as a guardian to danger addict John Watson. Everything is fine until he gets too involved. Now he has to make the choice, eternity alone or one life time with a man who may or may not love him.

You Paid Me Well In Memories by Ballykissangel - (K+, 3,149 w., 1 Ch. || Heavy Angst, Hurt, Comfort, Grief) –  It's Sherlock's birthday and John is not doing well. No matter how hard he's tried to keep on living, he knows he is going to give up soon and he isn't going to make it. Today is his last and only chance to visit Sherlock's grave to talk and give him his gifts: His dog tags, a book full of notes and memories and the meaning of love as Sherlock watches on in grief.

Out of Time by westernredcedar (T, 3,163 w., 1 Ch. || Wedding, Angst, Pining John, Sad Ending) – Somerset is a lovely place for a wedding, but what John hadn't accounted for was the getting everyone there.

fulfilling for other people by missselene (E, 3,957 w., 1 Ch. || Post S4, Oblivious John, Pining Sherlock, Unhappy Fic, Unrequited Love Confession, Virgin Sherlock) – When Sherlock decides to act on John’s advice regarding romantic entanglements, the results are far from what John expected. Part 1 of fulfilling for other people

Sink Like a Stone by pennydreadful (T, 4,348 w., 1 Ch. || Angst / Dark, Cuddling/Snuggling) – After defeating Moriarty at the pool, life isn't quite the same around 221B Baker Street...it's more peaceful. And stranger.

The Dance Lesson by bittergreens (G, 4,596 w., 1 Ch. || TSo3 Missing Scene, Dancing, Pining Sherlock, URT/UST, Romance, Angst, POV John) – Sherlock teaches John to dip. Part 1 of Goodnight, Vienna

Anticlockwise (Ask Time) by TheBookshelfDweller (G, 3,752 w., 1 Ch. || Metaphorical, Angst, Time, Unhappy Ending) – "Let me tell you the truth: Sherlock Holmes cannot beat Time." Time only flows in one direction, and we are stranded in it, carried by currents we mostly never notice are whirling around us. No one can walk backwards along the timeline, and maybe that’s for the best, because what if someone could? Where would they go? Or, better say, to when would they go? Most importantly who would they leave behind (or is it ahead)? In the end, despite the truth, Sherlock Holmes decides to fight Time, for John, for himself - for himself with John.

On the Steadfast Approach of an Oncoming Darkness by 2bee (T, 7,772 w., 1 Ch. || Apocalypse, Minor Character Death, Sort of Parentlock) – The world is ending. Not fast, but slowly, like falling asleep with a fever.

In The End by whitchry9 (K+, 9,677 w., 17 Ch. || Memento Fusion || Amnesia, Growing Old, Hurt / Comfort, Friendship, Heavy Angst) – When a brain injury leaves Sherlock unable to make new memories, John wonders how Sherlock will cope, and what it will mean for The Work and their life. Because after all, how can you live if you can't feel time passing?

All the Times Something ALMOST Happened by allonsys_girl (T, 9,049 w., 6 Ch. || POV Sherlock, Pining Sherlock, Canon Compliant, Angst, Friendship/Love, UST) – John and Sherlock dancing around what they dance around in canon.

The Haunting of 221B Baker Street by earlgreytea68 (M, 10,388 w., 2 Ch. || Post TRF, Halloween / Ghosts, Pining Sherlock, Ghost Sherlock, Stroppy Sherlock, Sherlock POV, First Kiss/Time, Angry Sex, Ghost Sex, Love Confessions, Open / Ambiguous Ending) – In which Sherlock Holmes is a ghost.

The Five Stages of Mourning, Plus One by SunnyRea (T, 10,557 w., 1 Ch. || Major Character Death, Pining / Grieving Sherlock, URT, Heavy Angst, Sherlock’s Mind Palace, Drug Use, Graphic Death, Depression, Unhappy Ending) – Sherlock did not want this, did not want another stalemate with John in the middle, a gun in Jim's hand. This cannot have happened without a sign. There has to be something he missed anything which said today is the day I kill for real.

There's So Much Labour Just in Breathing Lately by Susan (E, 12,708 w., 1 Ch. || Post-TRF / Mentions of S3 Events, Romance, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Grieving John, Mutual Pining, Meddling Mycroft, Therapy, Ambiguous Hopeful Ending, Infidelity) – The dreams he hated most – the ones that left him a sweating, shaking mess when he woke – were the ones in which Sherlock was just Sherlock. Laughing or drinking tea. Sitting across the table from him at Angelo’s eating pasta. Trailing his open hand behind him on the way to the bedroom. “C’mon, John. I’m about to have my way with you.”

we have never seen a greater day than this by Lediona (T, 36,420 w., 7 Ch. || A Royal Night Out AU || WWII / VE Day, Prince Sherlock, Soldier John, Alternating POV, First Kiss, Bittersweet Ending, Homophobia, Dancing) – Peace. At long last. It’s VE Day and Prince William desires to join the celebrations. It is a night of excitement, danger and the first flutters of romance.

Impossible to Feign by achray (M, 49,204 w., 12 Ch. || TRF Rewrite / Reverse Reichenbach, Suicidal Ideations / Discussions, Drug Use/Abuse, Mutual Pining, Friends With Benefits, John Accepts his Sexuality, Anxious Sherlock, Meddling Mycroft, Depression, Hallucinations, Secret Agent John, BAMF John, Reunion, Make-Up Sex, Ambiguous Ending) – Sherlock leant forward, his long fingers curving round to grip John’s.“I won’t let him win,” he said, eyes hard. “I will do whatever it takes to get you out.”

The Hollow Woman by ScopesMonkey (M, 51,335 w., 22 Ch. || Post-TRF, Major Character Death, Mystery, Romance, Friendship, Family, Angst, Crime, Reunion, First Kiss / Time, Nightmares, Doctor John, Jealous Sherlock, Jealous John, BAMF John, Angry John, Dub-Con, Rough Sex, Bottomlock, Possessive John, Villain Mary, Open Ending) – Forced to return to London sooner than expected, Sherlock falls into a case too close to home. Part 1 of the Hollowverse series

The Gilded Cage by BeautifulFiction (E, 326,887 w., 31 Ch. || Omegaverse || Omega Sherlock / Alpha John, Friends to Lovers, Dub Con, Reproductive Rights) – In a world where Omegas are the property of the elite Alphas, locked away and treasured by those wealthy enough to buy them, John never questioned his flatmate's secondary gender. Sherlock Holmes was an Alpha through-and through. Wasn't he? A chance discovery turns the world on its head, and John is left grappling to come to terms with Sherlock's past as events conspire to threaten their future.