#Sex and kissing are rather decidedly not a thing I like

[cherryxblossxms]

🔞 i guess it's because there's an event happening and that's why he's on my mind, but i've been thinking about sexual tension and some angst with Lucifer

[NSFW, minors DNI. GN reader, unrequited feelings(?), casual sex, getting caught. Maybe alluding to some angry/jealous sex, possible dubcon at the end?? This is....wayyyy longer than intended/accidental ficlet]

Like just imagining really coming to be attracted to him. Emotionally attracted because he's responsible and serious and intelligent, and then has his sweet and romantic moments that seem like they're only for you. And physically, he has every reason to be the Avatar of Pride. He's probably one of, if not the most, gorgeous men you've ever laid eyes on. Those intense ruby red eyes, broad shoulders, skilled hands that produced both gorgeous handwriting as well as wonderful piano music.

It comes to the point that you can't make eye contact with him or you know you'll get flustered. Starting to get distracted by thinking about what he'd be like as a lover, as a boyfriend. Slight touches are enough to send your daydreams on a journey. But knowing he likely doesn't like you that way, that the feelings aren't returned. And anyway, the plan is to eventually return to the human world, right? Is it worth getting into a relationship now, just to separate so soon down the road? But rather than deal with the rejection and heartache, just swallowing those feelings down and trying to move on with your life.

Of course, amidst the inner turmoil going on in your heart, you didn't expect to get involved with Lord Diavolo instead, the prince approaching you with the most unexpected offer that you decided to accept, perhaps against your better judgment.

It wasn't anything serious, definitely just a fling, simply responding to mutual attraction and a mutual desire for some stress relief. Honestly, it happened rather suddenly, a curious kiss after a meeting quickly evolving into more, but once it started, it was easy to just go with the flow, taking your moments alone to indulge and just release that tension. You reasoned it was both a good way to forget your feelings and still enjoy some kind of attention, and thankfully he was an excellent lover.

However, you had to admit to yourself that, as gorgeous and skilled as the devil prince was, you'd be lying if your mind didn't seem to wander off more often than not to a certain red-eyed devil. Even as Diavolo worked to rearrange your guts over his office desk, risking any documents he decidedly abandoned in pursuit of... greater pleasures, even as his golden eyes burned into you and he devoted himself to learning your favorite spots, your mind still went back to Lucifer.

If Diavolo knew that your heart was elsewhere, he didn't mention it. You were an adult and you weren't dating each other, he had no right to question it regardless. And as the heir to the throne, he had other things to focus on anyway. The whole point of the fling was something simple, pleasurable, and the less you two thought about feelings and regrets, the better.

Of course, assumptions can often be your undoing.

During one such beneficial "meeting" between you and the prince, your hands were grasping— broad shoulders, the desk, his hair, whatever was closest— as you tried to hold on for dear life. Something had seemed to really get under his skin lately, so he was working on releasing all his stress into you instead, his desk at risk of breaking, based on the amount of creaking that could be heard. His large cock bullying its way into your body repeatedly and pressing up against a particularly sensitive spot inside was driving you close to climax, and the overwhelming pleasure was driving any coherent thoughts from your mind.

The volume of the room was loud and only getting louder by the second, a sinful symphony of pants and grunts, rhythmic wood creaking, and the wet slap of Diavolo's balls against your ass. Thus, it was no wonder neither of you heard the approaching footsteps, or at least, couldn't be bothered to pay it any mind. Diavolo adjusted his grip on your hips at the last second, really driving his cock home inside you, and you could feel the band about to snap.

Just before you could go over that delicious precipice, the door to Diavolo's office opened, and your head whipped around to see the intruder. Of all the people it could have been, you should have known there was equal chances of being walked in by Lucifer as there was Barbatos. And yet, seeing him there still froze you to the spot as his eyes met yours.

Or rather, it would have. But Diavolo made one more thrust, the thick head of his dick pressing the sweetest little spot inside, and it was enough for the band to finally snap. In what felt like ages but was all within the span of a second, everything came crashing down. Your body tightened before releasing all at once, spasming in Diavolo's hold as you couldn't help but release a cry. The feel of your hole tightening around him dragged him into climax with you, and he seated himself deep inside before filling you with his cum.

What would have been an otherwise heavenly, earth-shattering orgasm was short-lived, as the horror of what happened quickly dissolved any remaining pleasure. You pushed against Diavolo's chest, trying to get him to move, to at least pull out of you, so you could pull yourself together and try to explain-- explain what, exactly? You weren't even sure, and it wasn't like Lucifer didn't just see you cum on his boss' dick just a minute ago, and in fact were still stuffed with it atop his desk.

You couldn't read the expression on his face, and didn't get much chance to explain anything before Lucifer apologized for interrupting and left.

It's days before you can speak to Lucifer again, practically cornering him in his office despite how hard your heart is pounding and how much you want to run away. You're expecting many different reactions: disappointment, shaming, anger, perhaps even indifference. But when Lucifer finally snaps, what initially seems like anger seems to morph into what is instead... jealousy? Questioning you on when your relationship with Diavolo started, how long you two have been fucking, if there's anyone else you're riding like a whore besides the prince.

You can't help the way your face burns when he spits out that word, "whore", but there's no time to attempt a defense before Lucifer is pushing you over his desk, a hand grasping your hip so hard you might bruise, the other yanking your hair to look back at him. The look in his eyes then blows you away, equal parts desire and anger swirling in those bloody depths. You'd ask him what he's going to do, but the solid length pressing against your backside is answer enough. Despite the shame hanging over you, you can't help the part of you that's thrilled that he wants you like that, even if it was happening for all the wrong reasons. But as the sound of a belt unbuckling caught your ears, you accepted your punishment and just hoped there'd be time later to truly confront each other.

[feeder86]

The Feeders’ Foreplay

“You’re late,” stated the most attractive man Levi had ever seen as he opened the door to the uptown, grotesquely lavish apartment.

It took Levi a couple of seconds to swallow the wave of arousal upon seeing his hook-up in real life. Viewing the pictures on the app was one thing, but in person, Jac had a whole new level of sex appeal; maybe more than any other man alive. 

“I’m so sorry,” Levi stuttered, already sensing that the role play had started, judging by the harsh and stern way Jac was looking at him. “There were roadworks on 45th Street; burst water pipes, or something. The bus had to go around.” He stepped inside; his hardness already very substantial just by simply standing next to Jac.

“It makes no difference to me,” Jac finally relented. “It won’t affect my schedule. Although, it does mean that you just missed one of my transformations; a rather disgusting, skinny postal worker, now a deliciously oversized, blubbery monster!” he smiled with pride.

Levi sucked in hard, trying to control his arousal. He didn’t know that the role play would start this quickly, but he was glad that it had. Jac had been such a smooth talker since they had begun messaging a couple of days ago; not dropping out of character once. He claimed to have mercilessly fattened thousands of guys to outrageous sizes and spoke with such detail about the changes that he found so incredibly satisfying to observe.

Until about six months ago, Levi had always considered himself to be a feeder. He’d dated and fed quite a few fat guys in his time, although he didn’t ever have quite the imagination for role play; nor the natural affinity for domination like Jac did. He’d gained a little weight over the holidays last year; the fresh fat sitting over his six pack and arousing him more than he ever thought it would. He’d started to chat to other feeders; allowed himself to be encouraged by them, in much the same way as he had done in the past. Now he was thirty pounds heavier than he had ever been in his life, with a little round belly on him that gave him more kinky satisfation than he could ever have imagined. He lifted off his shirt, and allowed Jac to see the small little belly that he had developed, tapping it at the side to show him that it was genuinely quite soft. “Fatten me into one of your piggy boys!” he growled with lust.

Levi had only been fed by one other feeder before. It had been a new experience, having been stuffed to the brim with food until his stomach was rather painful. He remembered feeling incredibly uncomfortable on the bus ride home, despite the fact that climaxing at that level of fullness had been the most erotic thing he had ever experienced. Now he was definitely ready to do it again, feeling a desperate desire to impress the beautiful guy he had just met for the first time. He followed Jac through the apartment, gasping as he saw the amazing view through the windows, hardly able to comprehend his luck that he was even standing in one of these multi-million dollar penthouses. Was he really being led to the bedroom already?

Jac stood at the door, barring Levi’s entrance. “Take your pants off before you come in here,” he ordered; his tone suggesting that there was no room for compromise, nor that Jac would be dropping his dominant demeanor anytime soon.

“Yes, sir!” Levi grinned, eager to submit as he kicked off his shoes and removed his pants, along with his underwear. He’d always been proud of the size of his penis. It was something all guys commented on, and he stood there, decidedly erect, waiting for Jac to comment.

Jac merely glanced down and gave the briefest of scoffs. “I’ve got other boys in here,” Jac grinned. “I’m going to fatten them, just like I am you.” With that, he gave Levi’s plush little paunch a poke, spiking his arousal even more.

Levi moaned with pleasure. “I can’t wait to be your fat little piggy!” he declared, just as Jac leaned in for a kiss; their hands sliding all over each other. Then, with a kick of Jac’s foot, the door swung open, revealing the concealed room at last.

It was the smell that hit Levi first; the stale sweat of a gym changing room. Blackout blinds covered the windows, meaning that the large, otherwise empty space was lit only from a single bulb above. In the two furthest corners of the room, two handsome and built men sat on their knees, chained to the wall. One of them even had a ball gag in his mouth, looking up only briefly, before lowering his head once more.

“Run! Get out of here!” the other guy in the corner called out as Levi walked in with Jac. “Have you eaten anything yet? He’s going to fatten you like he did the others!”

Levi’s pulse raised even further. This whole role play was even kinkier than he had expected. He had no idea that there would be others getting involved. All the while, Levi kept on grinning with enthusiasm, despite feeling that the other guy was perhaps taking it a little far with the shouting. 

In the very middle of the room, Jac kissed him fiercely in front of the other two men, as if to assert his dominance. “I’ve saved you a spot just over here…” the sexy guy whispered, pointing at a set of chains that were screwed tightly into the corner of the room. He turned to the guy in the corner, still shouting at Levi to leave, zoning in on him, his gaze silencing the noisy man immediately. “Will, Will, Will…” Jac tutted. “Anyone would think you didn’t love me, going on like this!”

The man, who Levi now knew as Will, nodded his head, as if suddenly captivated by the beauty of Jac. “I love you…” he nodded slowly. “I love you so much!” 

“I know you do,” Jac agreed, smirking as if he was holding back a laugh. He stepped forward, pulling the good looking guy into his crotch. There, Will moaned with lust, mouth agape, breathing in the scent of his master, looking decidely desperate to suck the dick that was hidden underneath Jac’s clothes. 

Following Jac, once Will had been pacified, Levi slipped down onto his knees, copying the two other men in the room; allowing the sexy dominant to quietly cuff him.

“Good boy!” Jac smiled, looking down at Levi, now in his rightful place. “Are you hungry, little piggy?” he asked, rubbing the guy’s head and messing up his hair as another display of his total control over him, pulling his head into his crotch in much the same way as he had Will moments earlier.

“I’m starving!” Levi nodded, adding as much enthusiasm as he could, considering how much the other guys were all going for it.

Just behind the door, sat a small plate with a delicious looking cream cake. Levi licked his lips theatrically as Jac brought it towards him. “I prepared it just for you!” Jac declared, sitting it down on the floor in front of the naked Levi.

“Don’t eat that…” the other guy mumbled, as if not quite able to think clearly, but still trying hard.

“Dig in, Piggy!” Jac ordered, stepping back and allowing Levi to brace himself on all fours, something Levi was just about able to do given the sufficient slack on the chains. From there, he threw his mouth down straight onto it and gorged upon it in a way that he hoped Jac would find kinky and arousing. He licked around his mouth and could just about reach his nose to slide the mess onto his nose and suck it clean. “Good boy!” Jac laughed. “You did the right thing.”

Levi smiled, feeling that he would have done anything for Jac; absolutely anything in the world. He’d never met anyone like him before, and knew that he never would again.  But suddenly, Jac was leaving the room, as if he had lost interest in an instant. The door closed and Levi was left feeling a little disorientated, chained as he was to the wall. “Where’s he gone?” he asked the only other person who was able to speak to him.

“He…” the guy tried to reply, sounding hungover, before losing track entirely and falling silent.

Levi waited patiently, still feeling an incredible sense of eroticism for the scenario that he was in. He looked over at the other guys in there with him, admiring their fit, toned bodies. For that, Levi felt a small spike of jealousy. Although he had decided to give into his gaining urges for the past few months, Levi knew he wouldn’t keep at it for long. Before the summer ended, he planned to start a big cut and get back in shape. This belly, as cute as it was, was not going to be a permanent fixture, that was for sure. He wasn’t quite ready to lose himself entirely to these kinks of his.

After fifteen minutes or so, Levi heard voices once more, coming from somewhere in the apartment. “Here comes another one,” the guy in the corner mumbled, apparently waking up a little more than before. “Every hour a new one of us arrives!”

Even the other man in the corner looked up as the door opened and Jac walked in with a new person by his side. Levi recognised him right away as Harry, a guy he’d spoken to many times online. Undressed and naked, he followed Jac into the room, much like Levi only half an hour earlier; his erection just as solid as Levi’s was now upon seeing Jac once more. Although slightly shorter in real life than Levi had pictured him, Harry was a beautifully toned and handsome guy, with a wicked way with words when he’d encouraged Levi to overeat whilst they had been online together in the past. But why would Harry be interested in coming to a feeder’s place? Was he here to feed Levi as well? Or, would Jac feed them both together? Fuck! That would be a super hot scenario to be in!

“You need to go now!” a groggy, chained-up Will called out as Harry kissed Jac with passion in the middle of the room. “Run!”

“Hey, Harry!” Levi chimed in. “What’re you doing here?” he asked, despite not really being heard over the noise of his overzealous companion in the room. He sighed; finding the guy’s performance a little overdone. “Don’t worry about him,” he called to Harry. “I think he might be an actor or something. I’m not sure about the other guy,” he nodded across the room to the man in the ball gag.

“These are my piggies,” Jac announced before Harry could reply or even acknowledge Levi at all. “Are you ready to join them?”

“Hell yeah!” Harry nodded with lust, slipping down onto his knees and allowing the chains to be placed around his wrists. Levi felt a pang of excitement too. Now that the room was filled, maybe they would finally start getting going with this super kinky role play!

“You’re just in time for the show,” Jac grinned with excitement. “But, first things first…” he smirked, disappearing for only a second and returning with another cream cake, identical to the one Levi had eaten. “Are you ready to impress me?”

“Don’t eat it!” cried the man in the corner again, making Levi roll his eyes. The guy probably thought he was adding a sense of mystery and intrigue to this role play, however, he seemed to shout with such conviction that it actually became a bit of a buzz-kill.

“Eat it up, Harry!” Levi shouted across. “I’ve had mine. It was delicious!”

Harry did exactly as he was instructed, overcome with arousal for Jac and this scenario in much the same way that Levi was. Their keeper, Jac, laughing with delight as he saw the piggish way Harry guzzled it down with such enthusiasm. 

As soon as Harry was done, Jac turned his back on him, looking instead at the man with the ball gag, in the corner next to Harry. Dripping in sweat, the man seemed reluctant to look Jac in the eyes, positively squirming as he became Jac’s focus. “I said 6.15, didn’t I, Piggy?” Jac smirked, holding up his wrist to look at his expensive watch as it ticked down the time. “And that is in fifty seconds from now!”

With that, Jac reached down, removed the ball gag and managed to unclip the cuffs on the man’s wrists with surprising speed. “Please… please don’t…” the muscular captive mumbled even after they’d kissed with surprising sweetness.

Jac seemed to revel in his whimpering. “No, Piggy. It’s too late…” he laughed.

“I don’t think I want to be a…”

“Awh! That’s just too bad, Piggy!” Jac teased him, with an obvious hard-on pressing against the crotch of his pants. “Just ten more seconds!”

Their lips met once more, but with a final surge of energy, the man seemed to tear himself away and quickly made for the door.

Jac simply stood with an even bigger grin on his face as he watched his captive flee. “Run!” cried Will. “Find the front door!”

“3…2…1…” counted an elated Jac, holding up his watch again as he kept a beady eye on the naked man staggering his way down the long corridor; the sounds of door handles being tried were all everyone, apart from Jac, could now detect from the escapee.

Suddenly, a loud moan was heard from the corridor, followed by the most tremendous burp that roared up with a fury. Jac laughed with sheer joy. His cruel eyes seemed to dance with fire and his smile was brighter than anything Levi had ever seen before. Then he left, following the fleeing man and closing the door behind them both.

Now, the shouting man in the corner lowered his head in defeat. “It’s too late,” he simply mumbled.

“Is he coming back?” new-boy, Harry, asked Levi, surprised that they had all been left alone in the room.

“Yeah, he’ll be back,” Levi nodded, keen to show his expertise. “This whole thing is kinky as fuck!” he growled, feeling even more aroused now that Harry was here as well.

“You boys have no idea…” the other man sighed, shaking his head in disapproval, but thankfully remaining silent thereafter.

The time passed with relative speed after that; now that Levi had someone to chat to in the room. It seemed that Harry was just as aroused as Levi was and they spent their time speculating over the many possible erotic scenarios that might unfold next; both of them very much convinced that the performance of the previously ball-gagged man in the corner had all been that of an actor. The other guy in the corner simply shook his head silently, only confirming in Levi and Harry’s mind that he was part of this storyline as well. 

“Fucking hell! Another one!” Levi mumbled in surprise as he heard a new voice from outside of the room. Harry raised his eyebrows as well. It was true; someone else had indeed arrived at the apartment. 

Levi looked over at their other companion, Will, trying to gauge whether he too was expecting yet another guy to be joining them that evening. However, as Levi turned his head, his nose picked up the stench of sweat. Will’s face and, indeed, his entire body was positively glistening. 

“Jeez, dude! You stink!” Levi grumbled, having decided that he didn’t care how impolite he sounded. Will had been far too into his role and had spoiled some of the eroticism when both he and Harry had arrived.

In walked Jac once more; this time with a young, handsome guy that Levi thought he recognised from somewhere, although he wasn’t all that sure. Their dominant host introduced them all as the ‘piggies’ once again; Levi and Harry nodding with lustful pleasure to go along with it all. When Jac told the new boy to get down on the floor to be cuffed in the now vacant corner, both Harry and Levi cheered him on; as they did when his cream cake was served and the horned-up guy had to eat it all whilst on all-fours in his corner. This time, the previously vocal man in the corner was completely silent; perhaps reflecting on the fact that his earlier performances had been a little over the top.

After the initiation was done, Jac turned his attention back to the only man who had been there longer than Levi. “Oh dear, little piggy!” he laughed, seeming to notice just how sweaty the guy had become. “It looks like it’s almost your turn… How exciting!”

Jac leaned down and unlocked the man’s chains. Despite the guy’s resistance and overzealous approach to the role play earlier, he seemed to have changed character completely. He was now playing someone a lot more submissive, resigned to the inevitable as Jac lavished him with attention at last. The pair kissed and touched each other as if so desperately in love. But then Jac pulled back and laughed. He tugged at the guy’s arm, pulling him to the middle of the room, directly under the single hanging bulb.

“Are you ready to show these piggies what they’re in for?” Jac asked. “None of them have seen it yet. You’re the only one!”

The man was silent and he closed his eyes tight shut as he saw Jac raise his wrist to count the seconds ticking down on his watch. Levi didn’t know why he was so aroused. It was probably the done thing that they were all to run out of the room at this point, wherein the next part of this sexually charged scenario would continue. But the man didn’t seem as though he intended to move. Instead, all his muscles were tensed, as if he was bracing himself for a massive impact. His eyes were closed tight, as if he never expected to open them again.

“5…4…”

Levi and the other boys joined in, smiling with arousal as the sexy Jac toyed with them all.

“3…2…1…”

As all four of them called out ‘Zero,’ the man in the middle of the room suddenly doubled over slightly, growling as though a great wave of pain had just attacked his stomach. He lifted his head once more, then gave the loudest, most intense burp, as if there was to be no air left in his body at all.

Jac’s eyes danced with burning light as Will’s body started moving in the most unnatural manner; his hips rocking back and forth, slowly at first, then faster and faster. The coordination and choreography involved was really quite impressive, Levi thought. But then things started to get stranger and Levi stopped smiling with glee as something else began happening. Will’s stomach seemed to be bloating. He’d thought the guy had been pushing it out to start with, but now it seemed far too extreme to be explained away just like that. Now when his hips shook, there was a definite flutter of jiggle in what appeared to be love-handles actually forming on his sides. Jac seemed to have noticed as well, for inbetween his howls of delight, he began poking and prodding Will in the areas that were causing Levi to look up with such alarm. He wanted to look across at Harry and ask if he knew what this was, but the horror of it all kept his eyes glued in place. Will was literally changing before their eyes. There was no way that this could be anything but real.

The swell of Will’s stomach, inflating more and more, began to resemble a very real paunch in almost no time at all. Even his groin was filling with mass. With his side-on view, Levi could also so the width of Will also increasing. His thighs and butt were increasing in size, however it was obvious that there was absolutely nothing but pure fat being deposited all over his body. Pretty soon, his swollen tummy had an actual shelf below his chest; something else that appeared to be softening with extreme speed. As his body rocked, his nipples began to jiggle more and more, showing that Will no longer had the extreme athleticism that he once had. With his eyes still shut tight, Will looked like he was trying desperately to igore or fight back anything that was being done to him. His face was swelling with fat, stealing his jawline entirely and seeming to build itself, wrapping around his neck like a scarf and creating the beginnings of a small bump at the very back of his head.

Jac, hysterical with joy, continued poking and prodding the fattening man. He could now fill his entire hand with the blubber around Will’s waist and so he grabbed at it keenly, shaking and wobbling the fat as if to remind Will that this was actually happening to him. But Jac also took time to glance over at the three other guys, laughing as he saw the fear and surprise in their eyes.

Things suddenly became a lot more serious. The fat that had acumulated on Will’s stomach was now expanding further, reshaping itself with folds in the skin. Jac raised the guy’s arms in the air so that he could witness this phase better; the fat encircling his waist, making it look like a ball was being pumped from within. The fat from his chest had started gathering under his arms and his nipples seemed to slide out of place as they jiggled and bounced.

When Jac dropped the guy’s arms and slapped Will’s butt, Levi couldn’t get over how much the fat rippled across the glutes and thighs. What’s more, Levi hadn’t even noticed the gradual loss of definition in the guy’s muscular arms until they were now large, doughy and shapeless with fat. His neck was disappearing entirely, with large puffed up cheeks masking the striking man he used to be. As the gut pushed outwards, the fat simulatenously swelled into his back and rear, widening him in all directions. The man’s penis, once a prominent feature, was now almost entirely masked by the blubbery thighs and a strange sack of fat, like a small belly, that had filled Will’s groin, threatening to bury his penis entirely. Then, all of a sudden, the man’s swollen belly began to sag and the genitals disappeared entirely out of Levi’s view.

Every part of Will’s body now wobbled and bounced. Levi had no idea how massive the man had become, knowing only that he was larger than any of the guys he had ever checked out on the gaining websites and socials he visited. At some point, the great fattening spectacle ended and Will fell into the unnaturally strong arms of Jac, having clearly fainted. “You’re next, piglets!” he laughed, looking around at the three chained guys in the room, whilst holding the well over five hundred pound man up like an enormous teddy bear. Then, with complete ease, he dragged Will out of the room and shut the door. 

“What the fuck!” shouted the new guy from the corner once they were alone. “Was that real?”

“I think so,” Levi nodded, somehow sounding calm.

“He told me not to eat the food,” Harry mumbled, pointing accusingly at Levi; his mind clearly recounting everything that had happened previously.

Levi felt a pang of guilt, having actively encouraged the other two to do exactly what Jac had wanted.

“He doesn’t care! He’s already fat!” the newest guy suddenly blasted, turning on Levi as well. “He probably wants this!” he growled with anger.

“I’m not fat like that!” Levi stated defensively, looking down at his small tummy. “Why are we even arguing about this?”

“We’ve got to get out of here!” Harry suddenly jumped in, tugging at the strong chains that held him to the wall.

“And what good would that do?” Levi asked. “I think we all know that whatever caused Will to fatten like that… it was the same thing that was in those cakes we ate.”

“Well, I’m not sticking around to find out,” Harry proclaimed with defiance, straining himself as he tried to pull even harder at the chains.

“Harry, come on! Be smart about this! You don’t even have any clothes.”

“So, what, we just accept that we’re toast?” the new guy added, outraged.

“We need to think about how we convince the next guy to run for it so that he doesn’t fall into this trap as well,” Levi reasoned.

“Coming from the guy who positively encouraged us to eat that cream cake?” Harry blasted angrily.

“I didn’t know that this was all real!” Levi tried to defend himself. “I was a little late. I didn’t see this happen to the other guys in here.”

“There were others?” the new guy asked with horror.

“It seems to go like clockwork. A new guy arrives every eighty minutes or so. It’s like some sort of twisted conveyorbelt,” Levi explained, suddenly remembering that he was next to reach the end of it.

The boys pondered on that idea for some time and they sat in silence, contemplating their fate. It was hard to tell how quickly or slowly time ran in that deserted room. Sometimes they would hear the distant sounds of Jac talking with someone on the phone, flirting with them in much the same way he had captured Levi, along with the other two.

“You sound so kinky…” Jac was heard to flirt. He seemed to be standing directly outside of the room, as if to deliberately tease and goad his chained-up victims. “I want to turn you into my big fat boy… Come over. Let me feed you!” He laughed and moaned down the phone, pretending to find whatever lustful retort his prospective victim came up with the most arousing thing he had heard all year. “My address? Are you really sure? I’m a very kinky guy, you know? I like to lock my boys up and feed them. Then I watch them fatten and grow for me.”

The three boys all looked at each other feeling extremely foolish. There was nothing that Jac had told them that wasn’t true. They’d all been warned; every last one of them.

Levi contemplated the transformation he had just witnessed, trying to convince himself that it had all been some sort of elaborate trick. Things like that simply could not happen in real life; not really. But he’d witnessed it himself; with his own eyes. Inexplicably, it somehow felt harder to recall the details as the minutes crept away; as if the memory of it was slowly being erased from his mind entirely. The time continued to slip by and Levi sat quietly, listening to the other two chatting with relative calmness, despite feeling no desire to join in himself. He felt like a black cloud was hovering over him, getting darker and more angry as the seconds ticked away. In fact, Levi was only pulled out of his own thoughts when he noticed a huge bead of sweat rolling down his nose and splashing onto the floor.

“Are you all right?” Harry asked, suddenly noticing the way Levi was looking at his arms and torso.

“I think this is how it starts,” Levi fretted, lifting his arm and smelling the stench of sweat. He could hardly believe the words as they tumbled out of his mouth. “I think it might be my turn!”

Right on cue, the three boys heard someone new arriving in the apartment. “GET OUT OF HERE!” they began shouting; although none of them seemed to recall exactly why. It was just something they said they would do for a purpose that wasn’t completely clear in their heads. “HE’S GOT US LOCKED UP! CALL THE POLICE!”

As they shouted and wailed, it was clear that the voices were still getting closer and closer to the room. Suddenly, the door opened and in walked a smiling athletic guy, naked and already rubbing his own hardness as he surveyed the chains and other naked guys. “This is so fucking horny!” he grinned with arousal, only seeming to stroke his dick harder as the three of them tried to warm him. He swept in to kiss Jac, looking just as besotted as they all were.

After the kiss, Jac simply stood and listened to them shouting and wailing their warnings. His smile filled his face and Levi suddenly understood that this was actually his real game; where the thrill of his set up really gave him a buzz. He gave all his victims plenty of warning, yet they would all fall into his trap, no matter what. “You see that sweaty piggy in the corner?” he pointed at Levi. “The one with the blubbery, little paunch on him? He’s the next one I’m going to do it to.”

“What’re you going to feed him?” the latest guy asked, still stroking himself with absolute arousal.

Jac took the guy’s hand, stopping him from pleasuring himself and taking his first steps to control at long last. “First things first…” he smiled, pointing into the now vacant corner of the room.

Levi had given up shouting now, but the other two were still trying, watching as the handsome boy slipped onto his knees and allowed the chains to be fixed around his wrists. Then, with eyes filled with love and lust for his captor, the boy slipped onto all fours and inhaled the cream cake that was brought to him. 

The two other guys fell suddenly silent, realising, just like Levi, that all their warnings were futile. Jac would always win.

“Come on, little piggy!” Jac smiled at Levi, bending down to unlock his chains.

Despite himself, Levi felt the semi he’d had since Jac came in suddenly stiffen into concrete. There was just something so all-consuming about the man’s presence. Even with everything Levi thought he knew, he still felt… in love.

“Now, you’re going to be a good piggy, aren’t you?” Jac asked him. “We’ve got to show the new boy what’s in store for him,” he stated seriously, positioning the sweaty Levi under the single light bulb, facing the newest captive, as if he was about to put on a show. “Hmm, what do you have to say for yourself?” he teased.

Levi swallowed, deciding that fighting this was not something he could physically do. “I’m a good piggy,” he nodded, looking earnestly up at the man he was most attracted to in the whole world.

Jac’s face spread with surprise and delight at Levi’s submission. “Oh, you are?” he laughed. “You hear that?” he called to the other three. “This one says he’s a good piggy!” He turned to speak softly into Levi’s ear. “Are you going to fatten up beautifully for me? Turn this little belly of yours into something spectacular?”

“Yes,” Levi nodded.

Jac smirked and raised his arm to look at his watch. “Do the countdown with me then, Piggy!” he whispered. “10… 9…8…”

Levi tried to join him, but he was at least half a second behind Jac each time; too overcome with the experience.

“6….5…4…”

Levi looked at the newest guy in front of him; his wide smile and naive understanding of where he actually was.

“3…2…”

Levi couldn’t finish. A deep, primal urge to roll forwards and hold his stomach suddenly overcame him. He moaned from the dull pain that seemed to be emanating from his stomach, then he suddenly stood upright, opening his throat and letting out the most insane burp of his entire life. He started to notice that his hips were shaking backwards and forwards, with Jac crying out in delight; his words incomprehensible to Levi at that moment with all the strange physical sensations that were ripping through his body. He placed his hands on his stomach, feeling it rising like dough beneath his chest. Then Jac smacked his hands away so that he didn’t block anyone else’s view of the transformation that was already beginning to occur.

“Look at him!” Jac was shouting, as Levi felt his butt being slapped and his love handle pinched. “Look at this beautiful fat! It’s fantastic!”

As Levi’s body rocked uncontrollably, he began to feel more and more areas jiggling. He knew his ass had started to swell, for it shook wildy. But then that jiggle started to spill out, into his thighs and even into his back. Since his little gain after the holidays, he’d already experienced a little movement in his chest, but now he felt his nipples shaking like never before, with the feeling of an odd mass beginning to surround his erect penis.

Levi knew that he had altered by quite a considerable amount, for the new victim in the corner now curled up against the wall, starting with shock and horror. Levi tried to look down, feeling a ring of fat squeezing into his neck. He saw his hands, unrecognisable with chubby fingers and mere dimples where his knuckles once were. Then, all of sudden, there it was: a giant mass of stomach that had created its own shelf beneath his doughy chest. Jac had slipped his finger inside the belly button and was using it to shake the incredible, soft lard that had formed such a giant tank on his body.

Standing up and keeping balance was getting harder. Levi readjusted his feet, but he always felt the strong arm of Jac pressing against his back, as if he knew exactly when he was needed to step in. Levi let his head rock back and rest against Jac’s broad chest, surrendering himself entirely to the fattening that was occurring. 

“Ata, boy!” Jac cooed, enjoying Levi’s total surrender, allowing the magic of the transformation to tear through him without the slightest resistance. 

Levi began to breathe deeply, feeling an incredibly warm and tingling arousal in his penis. He closed his eyes and moaned softly. He could feel his whole body swinging backwards and forwards like a large, increasingl heavy and speherical pendulum. But the feeling of arousal was so pleasant and comforting, there in Jac’s strong grip. He had no concept of how fat he had grown, but in that moment, he had no regrets in the slightest. It was as if Jac had been the person he had been waiting to meet his entire life.

“I think you’re going to be my fattest pig of the day,” Jac whispered, sending Levi into an inexplicably instant and intense orgasm that made him howl and his knees buckle, forcing Jac to hold him up entirely.

Levi felt his eyes grow heavy. The transformation over.

“You’re next!” he heard Jac laugh towards Harry. Then he felt his entire, monstrously obese body being dragged out of the room, with no idea what would come next.

[bg3-npc]

Asexual Awareness Week and BG3

Below the cut is 1,100+ words of interpreting Wyll Ravengard as demisexual. As an asexual person, I relate to many of Wyll's desires and experiences. That relation has lead me to this interpretation of him as a character. Interpretation is the key word here. This is simply another way view this character and gain insight. It's obviously extremely biased, which is why I put the word count first. So if your interested in analysis that is probably more projection than interpretation, I bring you this.

Wyll is portrayed as an almost incurable romantic. He constantly references stories, tales, fables, and myths when discussing his romantic desires. Romance heavily influences his sexual desires as well. It is practically inherent to his sexual attraction. While this can be viewed as idealism, I want to propose an alternative outlook. One where he hasn’t conflated romance and sexuality, but rather one where romance is vital to his sexuality.

Wyll talks little of his sexual habits outside of when romance is being discussed. These quotes are about dancing, but they happen while you’re romancing him.

“Don't worry! It's not really about the dance, it's about who's we're dancing with.”

“I had years of lessons but in truth it's all about your partner.”

Like when you’re romancing most companions, many things said have multiple meanings or implications. He’s telling you that while he does enjoy sex, it’s who you’re doing it with that makes it truly pleasurable. I think Wyll desires the intimacy that comes from sex more than the act itself. He’s drawn to the connection it brings rather than the pleasure.

At one point he describes his sexual history as “tight-laced” when he’s talking with Shadowheart.  He says, “I was never one to sew my wild oats.” Apparently Wyll hasn’t had to practice and exercise much sexual restraint in his life. It’s easy to control one’s sexual desires when you don’t really feel them to begin with.

While he can understand people’s various sexual habits, I don’t think he can relate. He doesn’t see the appeal to casual sex. Sex doesn’t feel satisfying to him without connection. He has impulses, and sometimes he wants to act on them, but they don’t seem worth it. He doesn’t derive enough pleasure from the act alone to pursue it. Romantic relationships already provide sex, and he values love above all else. Why would he want anything else?

“Eh-heh, well, give it some time! Develop a bond, and…maybe I'll show you a move or two.”

“Hm, think of love as a strong ale, or a warm fire. Is the clang of steel on steel not made more satisfying by the pleasures that come after?”

Doesn’t sex feel decidedly better when you’re having it with someone you care for? How satisfactory can it be without attachment? How truly enjoyable is it without a bond?

“I value affection, over fun. A lasting memory over a passing fancy.” 

“But I’ve always been a bit old-fashioned on these matters. I find more pleasure in a courtly dance, than a loveless fling.”

Isn’t it more fulfilling to love someone than lust for them? Do you not feel more fulfilled from loving someone than sleeping with them? Is sex even worth having without love?

“Gods I want you, but I can't take your body without taking your heart.”

Can Wyll even give you his body without giving you his heart? They seem to go hand in hand for him. Love is essential to his sexual enjoyment, he doesn’t seem to experience sexual desire without it. Love might be the only way he can desire it. Here is an interaction between him and Astarion.

Astarion: "You didn’t kiss anyone until you were fifteen?! Gods. What a tragic, sheltered life."

Wyll: "Sheltered? Not at all! I was exposed to all manner of riot and revelry. Hells, my father even urged me on once or twice."

His romantic tendencies don’t come from inexperience or prudishness. Wyll isn’t oblivious or naive when it comes to sex. He’s been exposed and even encouraged to have it. While he might call it “proper”, Wyll is aware his way of courting isn’t for everyone. Your sexual habits might not align with his personal wants, but he won’t respect you any less for yours. Wyll does not believe your sex life effects your worth. If anything, he feels his wants are regressive.

“But I still keep faith in the old tales of love. The ‘once upon a times’ and the ‘happily ever-afters’.”

“I'd, like to do this the proper way. The way of the old romances sung by the bards.”

“But I’ve always been a bit old-fashioned on these matters.”

He constantly uses the word “old” to describe his courting methods. He’s acknowledges these desires aren’t modern, and by referencing fairytales he’s aware they might even be fictious. He calls his sexual habits “tight-laced”, his romantic intentions as “old-fashioned”. They’re not exactly said negatively, but more with the acknowledgment that his wants come across as restrictive. When the habits of today hold no appeal to you, you feel stuck in the past. What are you supposed to do when fiction seems to be the only place where romance is done how you’d like?

If you have sex with Mizora, these are some of his responses.

“You shared your body with the fiend who holds my soul.”

“We danced! We made a connection…and you severed it for a single bite of the Hells?”

This next quote is how he responds if you say, ‘Can you blame me? It’s not like you’ve been putting out.’

“Is that what matters to you? Sex without union? Heat without heart? Did you not take joy in the dance?”

Now obviously the biggest issue is you slept with the being that holds his soul. However, he says these things because he thought you felt the same way about sex as he does. He thought sex was an act as precious to you as it was to him. He thought you also prioritized love over physicality. He thought you enjoyed the way things were going, clearly he was. Had he known you didn’t feel the same, he probably never would’ve pursued you.

Wyll doesn’t do casual, he doesn’t do “let’s see where this goes”. He seems like the type to pursue every romance with the intention of marriage. No, he won’t propose on the first date. He won’t even necessarily think either of you are compatible. However, that’s the whole point of courting! It’s to test the potential of forever. He likes agreements, he likes pacts. He wants certainty, reliability.

Yes, he probably hasn't had much firsthand experience with relationships. Yes, all these things can be seen as restraint. Yes, they can be seen as repression. They can also be seen as someone who knows himself and genuinely wants “happily ever after”. Someone who’s aware of what he’s asking and wants you to desire it as well. Maybe love is the only way he can connect to his sexual desires. Maybe love is important to him because it’s the only way he can truly enjoy sex. Love might be the only thing that lets him experience sex like everyone else. Maybe love is the only thing that let's him feel sex like it’s described in fantasy. Maybe he’s lost in that fantasy, or maybe he’s just demisexual.

[2w1ld3st-2dr3ams]

𝕐𝕠𝕦 𝕒𝕝𝕣𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣𝕖, 𝕓𝕝𝕠𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕖?

Fandom: Genshin Impact

Characters: Aether, Lumine, Dom!GN!Reader (separate)

Cw: Sub!Character, Dom!reader, praise kink, begging, reader is a bit of a flirt (an honest flirt), fingering (character recieving), thigh riding (character riding), heavy make-out sessions (Lumine), no penetrative sex, no mentions of reader's genitals, an excuse to praise both travelers cuz they deserve it, my bias for soft sex, lowkey Lumine favouritsm (I love em both dw).

Post Type: Headcannons + Scenario

Word Count: 547 (Aether), 507 (Lumine)

Mumbles: Lowkey flirting with the ai Aether bot and he straight up told me he likes when I praise him, so I got inspired to write this. Added Lumine cuz girls need praise too! This was a field day for me whew. TLDR: the twins discover they have a praise kink and you help out.

Aether

It was a normal day out in Teyvat for Aether, solving puzzle after puzzle and collecting a lot of treasure

You, having nothing better to do, decided to join him for the day

He was excited to have you join in on his adventures, you usually spend most of your time away

So, as you can imagine, he made sure to show off extra hard today, just for you

And it worked!

You were surely impressed, looking at him in a quiet amazement as you smiled at his accomplishments

"Wow, starlight, you're quite proficient doing this type of things. You look so pretty doing it to, you've done such a good job getting treasure." You praise him in amazement

His planned worked!…perhaps a bit too well…

Aether smiled, albeit a bit strained, and you swore you heard a whine leave his lips

He looked away, planning on working on the next puzzle, so you decided to let the subject go

You decided to tone it down with the praise for a while, not wanting to make him uncomfortable

However, he seemed rather…sad, to not hear your praise at his actions

Well this isn't what he wanted, not at all!

He was decidedly more whiny around you, as if indirectly wanting to annoy the praise out of your system

Not gonna lie, it was a bit frustrating for you, but after feeling his lips against yours in a frenzy, you understood his message well enough.

Aether's moans were heavenly, and you made sure to let him know. You gently pulled him down to your thigh, helping him find a good rhythym. His hands were on your shoulders, using them as leverage to steady himself. His thighs were shaking as he moved against you, trying to chase his release.

"Look at you angel, so good for me. You ride my thigh so well~"

His moans got louder, his pace faltering. He could feel his face grow redder as you trailed kisses down his neck and chest, your hands helping him find his rhythym again while you worshiped his body. His pants and slight whimpers were bouncing off of the walls of your bedroom. He muttered out a soft "please…" as his pace quickened.

"Please what, sunshine? C'mon, let me hear your sweet voice."

His hips stuttered and he hung his head down. He felt his orgasm approaching, the feeling of your lips against his skin and your words of praise was too much for him.

"Please please please! Keep praising me, I-I-I'm c-close!~"

"You're doing so good, Aether. I'm so proud of you, such an obedient plaything~"

His eyes rolled back, his hips grinding harder against your thigh as he chased his release. Finally, after humping your thigh for a few moments, he came harder than he ever had his entire life. You didn't know whether to feel offended or pridefull, but the way Aether looked right now cleared your thoughts. He was breathless, face flushed and mouth slightly open. He was also drooling a bit, a fact that you used to tease him.

"Aw, did it feel that good? Well, I'm certainly not complaining, you look so heavenly right now."

Oops, looks like he's hard again! Just what are you going to do with such a needy boyfriend?

Lumine

It started out as any regular de-stress afternoon, making out!

You two were laying on a comfortable mattress while your lips moveed against each other.

It was lazy, peacefull, and exactly what Lumine needed after a long, tasking day

You two separated to take air, your eyes scanning all over her body before you dove back

"Heavens above, you're a gift sent from Celestia itself…"

The noise she made against the kiss was downright sinfull, and totally not what you expected from a lazy make out session

Before you could respond, she tugged you closer to her as she kissed you with more fervor

As she did, she guided one of your hands down to her underwear, letting it hover just above her clothed pussy

Intruiged, you pulled away from her passionate kiss

"Lumine, what was that about?"

"Please…"

Well this is interesting, you've never heard her beg before

After your confused expression relayed the message to her, she took a shaky breath in and out as she explained

"Your praise, it felt…good."

Ah, so that was it! Well, this certainly made your afternoon take a turn!

"Look at you, starlight, so pretty like this…"

You whisper sweet nothings in her ear as you trail kisses down her jaw, your hands sliding up and down the inside of her thigh. You could feel how her breath hitched at your words, her arm searching for a place behind your neck. Slowly, you opened her legs with your hands as you kissed further down her body.

Despite her embarrassment, she allows you to open her legs even further apart. She was breathing heavily now, in anticipation and desire. She could feel your fingers ghost over her thighs as they made their way to her underwear, slowly pulling it down to her knees. With her permition, you slowly inserted one finger into her. After. awhile, you got the green light to add another, slowly moving your fingers in and out, before curling them.

"Look how well you take me, moonlight, it's like you were made for me~"

"O-oh! I was, I was! All for you~"

You could feel her clench around your fingers, keeping them inside her while you moved your other hand to play with her clit. She spasms, the pleasure ripping heavenly moans out of her as you continue your motion inside her.

"So beautiful, I love when you sing for me."

She got louder at that, hitting your things as she humped your fingers. She came with a loud cry of your name, falling backwards onto your chest as she caught her breath. You smiled down at her and kissed her cheek, removing your hands from in between her legs. You were just about ready to call it quits when you felt Lumine shift and palm at your pants, looking up at you with a slightly flushed face and a loopy smile.

"Can I…return the favor?"

Well, when she looked at you like that and asked so nicely, how could you say no to your sweet flower?

[rebelmeg]

Rebelmeg's BBB2023 Masterpost

I GOT A BLACKOUT! @buckybarnesbingo

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[redwayfarers]

Safe

Fandom: Blood Moon Ship: Angelina x Farro Characters: Angelina Jakovljević (OC), Farroq Khan Words: 1191 Rating: Gen Summary: Farro and Angelina try to discuss an important part of her past.

Read on AO3.

Nero’s note: Now, I’m not normally hugely into vampire/werewolf media. I like it just fine, but I usually prefer other fantasy stuff. However, at a firm recommendation from a friend, I gave Blood Moon a chance and my god, it’s so fucking good, go play it, here we are - two and a half runs in and I’m already writing fic.

What also got me hella interested was the fact that the main pack is Serbian and as you may or may not know, I am Serb myself. So I jumped at a chance to write about my culture in a fantasy setting, and thusly, Ange was born. What more could I ask for but a good muse to write about.

Mind the vague spoilers for the entire game, as minor as they may be.

Full moon’s a very nice time, Ange decides. Her head’s as quiet as a wolf’s head is going to be, and she can reasonably be expected to just rest. Of course, there’s never rest for an Alpha, and she knows this, but by god if she’s not gonna take any chances she can just get as much use of her old, cranky bed with Farro as she can get away with. 

So that’s what she did, and Farro wholeheartedly agreed, so they dropped Hani to Marco with wide smiles and locked themselves in her room. It’s been hours since, and she’s cuddling Farro’s pillow in a piss poor attempt to salvage his full body warmth until he returns from putting his daughter to bed. 

So far she’s counted 10 minutes. When she scents him approaching, she sends out a small, pleased howl that she hopes nobody else heard. While not the most embarrassing thing in the world, given the fact that Farro is her mate, she’d rather not be the subject of teasing for committing the horrible crime of falling in love.

“That’s the fastest she’s ever fallen asleep,” Ange comments when the doors slide shut once more. 

“A miracle,” he agrees, his voice light, but genuine. “I didn’t want to keep you waiting for too long, either. Otherwise, you’d end up– well, like this.” 

“It’s not my fault you’re a living furnace,” she groans and sits up. He’s pulled his hair back and is wearing an old shirt that does little to make her want to not take it off him again. Farro laughs and walks over. Ange likes hearing him laugh.

“Has your warmth been restored, ma’am?” he teases once the mattress creaks under his weight again. Ange curls herself against his side and feels his hand slide down the length of her back. 

“Yes and thank you,” she says in a high voice that for some reason earns her a head kiss. 

“Much obliged,” he responds with a smile. They fall into companionable silence and his hand runs rhythmically over her spine. Up and down, up and down. She’s not immune to a backrub, as much as she likes to stifle the animal in her. Between that and his warmth, the idea of going at it again feels decidedly wrong.

“Hey, Ange,” Farro breaks the silence, “can I ask you a question?”

“Go for it, big guy.” 

“You have a saint’s portrait in your room? I saw it a while ago and didn’t want to ask. But I was curious.” He meets her eyes. “Are you religious?” 

Ange snorts and shakes her head. “That felt oddly serious, Farro,” she replies. “Like it’s wrong to be religious. I’m not, personally, but there might be religious werewolves out there.” 

“It’s perfectly okay to be religious,” Farro frowns and it’s so severely endearing she has to move from her comfy spot and kiss his nose, which makes his brow furrow even more, “I just saw a medal and was curious! And it felt like an odd thing to ask at the time. I saw a portrait in your room when we had sex for the first time the night before a big battle with a vampire.”

“When you put it like that, it is a little weird,” she concedes. She glances at it, standing right at the center of her drawer. Before Lawrence, she kept it in the darkness, but during the renovations of the warehouse, something clicked in her head. She thought it had seen the light of day for the first time since Alek took her in. 

That felt like a lifetime ago. Fuck, it was a lifetime ago. Now she’s Alpha in Alek’s place, and she’s the last one she can afford to lose. 

“You don’t have to tell me if it’s painful,” he says gently. “I’m sorry that I asked.” 

“No, no, it’s good that you did,” Ange sits up and places her feet on the floor. Her footsteps echo in the night. The floor is a little cold, with only a thin layer of socks separating from her soles. With gentle fingers, she lifts it and looks at the painted female face. Venerable Mother Angelina, it says in Cyrillic script.

“The saint I was named after,” she explains. “From my birth pack. This belonged to the Alpha.” She remembers his bright, blue eyes and patchy, dark beard. He hated being called Alpha and insisted on them calling him by his name, Pavle. But he was their leader and he led well. Ange herself never really found it in her to forget that. To her, he was Alpha. “When they were killed, I took this and ran. In hindsight, it probably kept me sane some nights when the moon was loudest. I thought that if I was ever with the moon, I’d tear this to shreds and I would never forgive myself for it.” 

“Ange,” Farro says. He’s behind her, like a big, protective shadow, like Alpha Pavle was. It should be the other way around, Ange - Angelina - thinks. She blinks. Farro’s hand is soft on her shoulder. 

“I still carry his surname, you know,” she continues. She thinks she smells his rakija, and his dark coffee, and her mother’s too sweet perfume. Not even a wolf’s nose is powerful enough to scent the past, but she pretends to do it anyway. “Jakovljević. Might be a bitch to write, but I think I should have it. Alek might’ve taken me in, and I’ll love him for that forever, but my birth pack was good, and cohesive, and would’ve kept us safe if hunters hadn’t come to shoot them all with fucking silver!”

“Ange,” Farro repeats and she clings to it like a lifeline. She thought she was over it. She thought she had it under her paw, but no, it surfaces like a vampire’s rancid stench. “Ange, look at me.” 

So she does, small and in his shadow despite the fact she’s the Alpha, and the world settles. “I’m sorry,” she says quietly. Her heart beats in anger, in pain, in the harm to all the hunters she wished she could rip open in the first few months of being a stray. She holds the portrait tight. “I ruined the night.”

peacepeacepeace, Farro howls. Without looking, she sets it down and buries her head in his shirt. 

“I wouldn’t have asked if I knew it was so painful,” he says apologetically. His hands wrap around her. He keeps howling quietly. “And you didn’t ruin the night. I am thankful that you trust me enough to share this with me. And, uh..” There’s a visible, clear as day, as real as their touch pause. “If you ever feel the need to talk about it, or anything, I’m here. No wolf should have to go through that.” 

“Thank you,” Ange replies. Her voice is muffled by the old, stretched fabric. When they return to bed, her eyelids grow heavy to the feeling of his fingers running over hers. 

safesafesafe, she howls softly one last time before sleep takes her. Even Alphas need to feel safe every once in a while. 

[frozenbound]

Shimadacest headcanon #41:

(Continuation of Shimadacest Headcanon #29, #30, #31, #32, #33, #34, #35, #36, #37, #38, #39, and #40)

Genji tries to latch onto him the moment Hanzo closes the door to his bedroom, but Hanzo instantly has his big, broad hand on his chest.

"Brush my hair," he commands, and Genji is so thrown by the non-sequitur that Hanzo is actually able to leave him there by the door as he goes to his bedside cabinet and fetches his hairbrush. He sits at the foot of his bed and looks back at Genji and holds it out.

"You're serious?" Genji asks, a flurry of complicated emotions working across his face.

"Come here, sit down, and brush my hair," Hanzo commands again, and his tone brooks no argument.

Genji drifts over, slowly takes the brush from Hanzo, and, when Hanzo decidedly turns away and displays his damp, snow white hair pouring down his back, he sits and begins drawing the brush down in slow, firm strokes.

It's partially because Hanzo knows from experience that damp hair tangles easily during sex and brushing it will help it dry faster.

It's partially because Genji has always loved brushing Hanzo's hair, and Hanzo now suspects it's because he can be so close to Hanzo, smell Hanzo, touch Hanzo.

It's also one last chance.

If this happens, a lot will change.

Under Genji's regular, gentle touch, Hanzo turns a lot over in his mind, and the minutes tick by in silence until his hair is glossy, dry, and fluffy.

"Brother..." Genji begins.

"Turn around," Hanzo says, overriding him.

He waits until he feels Genji turn before he turns, and his eyes trail over the white cotton robe still stretched over his little brother's broad, strong shoulders.

He reaches past Genji's side and takes the hairbrush, and Genji breathes out a little puff of surprise when Hanzo brushes out his green hair. It's flat and slightly matted since no one has paid any attention to it whatsoever since Hanzo rinsed Genji off in the baths, but it's short and soft without any of the product that usually makes it stand on end, and Hanzo can't help but twirl his finger and wrap a lock around it, like Genji so often does, though he can barely get one or two curls while Genji can get literally dozens.

Then Hanzo speaks in a low, calm voice.

"Genji. Are you sure about this?"

"Yes."

Amazingly, Genji doesn't burst into rapid-fire blabber or desperately beg or anything.

The single word apparently suffices.

Hanzo licks his lips, thrown, but he quickly gathers himself.

"You could have anyone you want, Genji. Anyone. Are you sure you want an austere, old, solemn stick-in-the-mud like me?"

In the end, his thoughts centered on one thing: Genji is young and brash and vibrant. He has so much to look forward to and has been chomping at the bit to go out and explore the wide world and experience it all for the first time.

Does he really want to stick so close to home for this?

Genji turns around.

His eyes are steadfast and open.

He reaches out with both hands.

One combs through a handful of silken white threads of Hanzo's hair and draws it towards him.

The other cups Hanzo's cheek, his fingers stroking along the white bristles of his beard.

"I could have anyone, brother," he says quietly but earnestly. He breaks eye contact to look at down at Hanzo's long hair woven through his fingers before he brings it to his lips and presses a kiss to the strands.

He locks gazes with Hanzo, his eyes intense but honest and clear.

"There is no one I'd rather be my first except you."

[allyouzombies]

I am omw ✈️ ruminating a Big Oof in the tags thx

claps 4 me I hit 30 tags of Thoughts

[pickle-inspector]

100 questions: 1-100. (Or 33 and 59)

WELL DANG SCREW IT I FEEL LIKE OVERSHARING I ALWAYS FEEL LIKE OVERSHARING *CACKLES*

If anyone else wants to reblog the post, it was 100 Questions Also This Is A Link

Have a read more. Warning: So many questions about kissing. SO many. I got progressively more frustrated and I hope you can tell.

1: is there a boy/girl in your life?There are lots of people in my life. Also, no.2: think of the last person who hurt you; do you forgive them?Mmmmmm, nope. I don’t know what you would count as “hurting me”?3: what do you think of when you hear the word “meow?”...cats. What the heck.4: what’s something you really want right now?Cheesy corn, but Critical Role is on and that requires cooking5: are you afraid of falling in love?I’m not sure it’s possible for me, but I don’t think so?6: do you like the beach?Yeah, sun and sand and water is great.7: have you ever slept on a couch with someone else?See, the couch at my parents’ house has the pull-out footrest things, and Sundays are made for napping. So yes, technically, I have fallen asleep on the same couch as someone else. 8: what’s the background on your cell?Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rolo III9: name the last four beds you were sat on?My dog sat on me while I was at home last, otherwise I couldn’t say.10: do you like your phone?I’m super mad that I cracked the glass on the back, but otherwise yes.11: honestly, are things going the way you planned?No, but my plans were sort of nebulous and vague anyway12: who was the last person whose phone number you added to your contacts?A coworker13: would you rather have a poodle or a rottweiler?DOG.14: which hurts the most, physical or emotional pain?I...don’t know? Maybe emotional because that doesn’t heal as quickly usually?15: would you rather visit a zoo or an art museum?Depends on the zoo and museum. 16: are you tired?Always.17: how long have you known your 1st phone contact?First? Like, first added to my phone? Probably my mom? So my whole life?18: are they a relative?Assuming my guess was right, then yes. 19: would you ever consider getting back together with any of your exes?He’s married; no thanks. 20: when did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with?Baccalaureate, so....three years ago?21: if you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?Sure.22: would you kiss the last person you kissed again?No. Again, married. 23: how many bracelets do you have on your wrists right now?None, just a watch.24: is there a certain quote you live by?”Life needs things to live.”25: what’s on your mind?Critical Role.26: do you have any tattoos?No.27: what is your favorite color?Black.28: next time you will kiss someone on the lips?Heck if I know. I don’t even know if I’m gonna kiss anyone ever again? (Also, kissing is gross leave me alone.)29: who are you texting?Nobody is texting me right now, though I should respond to one my mom sent about an hour ago.30: think to the last person you kissed, have you ever kissed them on a couch?Why are there so many kissing questions and no.31: have you ever had the feeling something bad was going to happen and you were right?Yupp. I’m good at that. 32: do you have a friend of the opposite sex you can talk to?Yes.33: do you think anyone has feelings for you?No.34: has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?No. Yes. Wait. I don’t remember. 35: say the last person you kissed was kissing someone right in front of you?Seriously. What is with this quiz and kissing? Also, I don’t like when people kiss in front of me.36: were you single on valentines day?Yes.37: are you friends with the last person you kissed? Do you like dogs?Yes, dogs are great. They’re my favorite. Thanks for asking.38: what do your friends call you?Yurii, Yoyo, and Pickle. 39: has anyone upset you in the last week?I dislike most of my coworkers, but I want to punch the General Manager so badly.40: have you ever cried over a text?Over a Tumblr IM, yes.41: where’s your last bruise located?Haven’t got any right now.42: what is it from?See previous question. 43: last time you wanted to be away from somewhere really bad?Every time I’m at work.44: who was the last person you were on the phone with?My dad. Unless you count at work, then some random lady who was making stuff up to get mad at me.45: do you have a favourite pair of shoes?I like my converse. 46: do you wear hats if your having a bad hair day?Depends on where I’m doing that day. if it’s work, then screw it, who cares.47: would you ever go bald if it was the style?No.48: do you make supper for your family?I don’t make supper for myself.49: does your bedroom have a door?Yes.50: top 3 web-pages?Tumblr. I don’t actually use other websites.51: do you know anyone who hates shopping?Me. My mom. My sister.52: does anything on your body hurt?Not in particular right now.53: are goodbyes hard for you?Nah.54: what was the last beverage you spilled on yourself?Dr. Pepper.55: how is your hair?In existence. Too long.56: what do you usually do first in the morning?I hit snooze seven times or more.57: do you think two people can last forever?If they are committed to each other, then yes, definitely.58: think back to january 2007, were you single?Oh shoot, that might have been the one January that I wasn’t single? Wow. Good guess.59: green or purple grapes?Green.60: when’s the next time you will give someone a big hug?*shrug* I don’t generally initiate hugs, so I never know.61: do you wish you were somewhere else right now?I’m not at work, so no, I’m good.62: when will be the next time you text someone?The next time someone texts me or I have something I need to say or ask. I’m not psychic. I cannot see the future. Stop asking these questions?63: where will you be 5 hours from now?Sleeping, with any luck.64: what were you doing at 8 this morning.Sleeping.65: this time last year, can you remember who you liked?Yes.66: is there one person in your life that can always make you smile?Sure.67: did you kiss or hug anyone today?Heck no.68: what was your last thought before you went to bed last night?Man, I was working on the OC/universe stuff. It’s what I do while I’m falling asleep.69: have you ever tried your hardest and then gotten disappointed in the end?Probably.70: how many windows are open on your computer?Five.71: how many fingers do you have?Ten?72: what is your ringtone?Red/Blue title screen song73: how old will you be in 5 months?2674: where is your mum right now?Home.75: why aren’t you with the person you were first in love with or almost in love?I don’t think I’ve ever been in love.76: have you held hands with somebody in the past three days?Heck no.77: are you friends with the people you were friends with two years ago?Technically, perhaps.78: do you remember who you had a crush on in year 7?Yeah, sure.79: is there anyone you know with the name mike?I have a cousin who went by Mike(y) until he got too old and mature for that.80: have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?Not since I was a baby.81: how many people have you liked in the past three months?There were a couple of coworkers I didn’t hate, so I guess I technically--Oh, you mean crushes. No.82: has anyone seen you in your underwear in the last 3 days?No.83: will you talk to the person you like tonight?No.84: you’re drunk and yelling at hot guys/girls out of your car window, you’re with?First, I don’t drink. Second, guys/girls are not hot. Third, I don’t have IRL friends.85: if your bf/gf was into drugs would you care?Yes, I would. Drugs are expensive and stuff.86: what was the most eventful thing that happened last time you went to see a movie?I watched a movie.87: who was your last received call from?My Dad.88: if someone gave you $1,000 to burn a butterfly over a candle, would you?Who the heck is offering me that much money to burn a butterfly.89: what is something you wish you had more of?Money. Free time. Mostly free time, though more money could mean I have more free time.90: have you ever trusted someone too much?Sure?91: do you sleep with your window open?No.92: do you get along with girls?Sure?93: are you keeping a secret from someone who needs to know the truth?No.94: does sex mean love?I’m not interested in sex, so sex means bupkis to me.95: you’re locked in a room with the last person you kissed, is that a problem?Yes, I’m locked in a room. Why am I locked in a room.96: have you ever kissed anyone with a lip ring? How about cats? Sure! Not my favorite, but they’re nice.97: did you sleep alone this week?NO, I HAVE LIKE TEN STUFFED ANIMALS I SHARE THE BED WITH.98: everybody has somebody that makes them happy, do you?I have some people I don’t hate, so sure.99: do you believe in love at first sight?No.100: who was the last person that you pinky promise?Heck if I know.

[fairyfuyu]

morning muse | megumi fushiguro

summary: early morning sunrises, pretty flowers, and unrequited love (although this is a misconception), this is my submission for @kodzucafe's safe place collab <3 happy early birthday my love

wc: 5.7k

cw: nsfw 18+, characters aged up to 20’s, really soft fluffy shit because megumi is my boyfriend :), best friend yuuji, also yuuji has strawberry blonde hair in this not that it really matters but uh yeah, use of pet name sweet girl (from yuuji even tho we’re besties calm down) & my love, sweetheart (from megumi), unprotected sex, somnophilia (?) but not really, fingering, cum eating but again not really (we suck our own arousal off megumi's fingers), creampie, soft love making so if that is icky to you bye !!

note: thank u for partially betareading this @kazutoraloml and for the kind feedback in the gc @peach-memoirs i am eternally grateful to you both <3

!!! mdni !!!

Morning was upon you.

The warm glow from the sun kissed your cheeks as dawn came around, the moon bidding farewell to you till it’s return at dusk. You stood at your sink, gazing out the window to the field that surrounded your humble abode to welcome the beautiful day that awaited you. The teapot now filled, you placed it atop the lit stove, readying the herbs for a fresh cup of tea.

This morning’s gentle sunrise seemed to be your muse for today.

Once your tea was properly steeped and fixed with a bit of honey, your bare feet padded their way across the creaky hardwoods, into the bright space towards the back of your house. The living room has become your studio, floors stained with every hue imaginable and countless paintings piled against the surrounding walls. A table nestled in the corner of the room, home to your collection of pigments and mediums, where you spent endless hours grinding and mixing and perfecting your own collection of paints; you’d learnt from your mother, who you had idly watched as she created her own masterpieces in this very home, who you had memorized each of her movements and proportions and techniques when it came to art. With every stroke of your paintbrush to this day, you always thought of her.

A newly stretched canvas—the result of yesterday’s trip to the market and your discovery of a wondrous Belgian linen—rested on the easel, just begging to be ruined.

Before you took your seat at the stool in front of the blank canvas, you ran a finger across the various paint pots, pulling aside those you would use; your finger stopped on an almost-empty jar of indigo paint. Turning the jar over in your hands once, you decidedly grabbed a basket and headed outside to go forage for some plants that would aid you in replenishing the needed paint.

With the basket tucked under your arm, off you went into the sparse forest near your cottage, in search of indigo specifically, but also any other good finds you managed to stumble upon. The fresh air enveloped you, offering a warm hug to protect you on your brief venture out by yourself, though it was not one foreign to you. At this point, you were practically an expert of the acres of land that surround you, from your hermitage to the town centre an hour’s journey inland. Most people who you run into and chat with assume that you’d get rather lonely living out here all alone, but you couldn’t disagree more; you were happiest out here, free to live as you wanted, as slowly as you wanted, without the expectations that came with living in town. You were simply at peace.

Sometimes you sit and think about your childhood, the friends you’ve made early on had dwindled over the years, but that was to be expected. You cherished those memories greatly, especially with the strawberry blonde and brunette you had grown up with; the three of you were a tight knit bunch, incredibly energetic and curious beyond belief—it’s bittersweet now that you think about it, considering how things ended years ago. Yuuji Itadori (the flower boy, as you liked to call him), was luckily not too far away, just past the valley; you visited him often, he shared many a dinner with you at this point, and when he lost his grandfather last year, you spent quite a bit of time together since you were all the family he had left, sadly enough. He would’ve had one other person to call family, if they hadn’t left in the dead of night years ago, for reasons unbeknownst to the both of you. But that person—Megumi Fushiguro...he was always a bit of a mystery for as long as you’d known him, there was no denying it.

You hadn’t even realized you were daydreaming at this point, staring into a huckleberry bush at your feet while you dwelled on the past. Perhaps it was the fruit themselves that sparked the recollection, for the childhood trio of yours spent morning after morning picking the fresh huckleberries from their vines till the pads of your fingers were stained purple.

As if your body moved on its own, your basket was soon filled with the berries, and your feet were carrying you westward, toward the home of your friend. You decided to forsake your scavenge for indigo at least for now, prioritizing the surprise visit to the strawberry blonde, especially since there was a bit of a chance that he would have the plant of which you were in search.

Soon enough, after weaving through the tall grasses and listening to the birds circling overhead, the little house came into view, surrounded by a rainbow of flowers, the alluring aroma itself greeting you yards away.

It was almost as if Yuuji knew you were coming; there he was, withdrawing from the safety of his home to step outside, cloaked in a linen tunic and watering can in hand. He immediately saw you amid the flowers leading up to his house, eyes lighting up at the sight of your spontaneous arrival.

“Well if it isn’t my favorite girl.” He sang as you neared him, dropping your basket and allowing him to pick you up in a warm embrace. He pressed an innocent kiss to your temple. “What did I have to do to be graced with your presence today?”

“I was out foraging and found some huckleberries and thought of you…” You explained, bending down to pick up the forgotten basket. Holding it out to him, you smiled. “Wanna snack on some and talk a bit?”

“Of course, I’d love nothing more.” He responded with a toothy grin, taking the basket from you since you trekked all this way carrying such a weight. “I made some lavender cake this morning; would you like a piece?”

“Absolutely. That sounds heavenly,” You said, following right behind him as he showed you inside. Yuuji’s home was always so tidy, lush arrangements of his flowers he’s cultivated, and always stocked with delicious treats that he’s made from scratch using all ingredients from his garden. He was genuinely a wonder, a true friend, a beautiful soul.

He set the basket down, snatching up a few of the berries and popping them into his mouth. “Tastes like childhood.”

“I thought the same,” You hesitated, watching as he retrieved a plate for the cake. “Reminds me of Megumi.”

He stilled his movements, a visual sigh overtaking his shoulders. “I still can’t believe he just…left. Poof, gone.” The cake was now placed effortlessly on the ceramic, and he topped it off with a sprig of fresh lavender before handing it to you. “Makes me wonder what things would be like if he were here.”

“Oh?” You raised an eyebrow, taking a bite of the sweet treat and nodding in satisfaction. “How would you think they’d be different?”

Cutting himself a piece of his own, he elaborated. “I dunno. It just feels…incomplete without him, I guess. I’d always imagined him starting up his own little gig, teaching kids how to shoot a bow and hunt for ourselves just like Satoru did.” He looked off in thought for a moment, brushing it aside. “I also thought he had his eye on you ever since we were little, but it seems I was quite wrong.”

That comment of his piqued your interest tenfold. Megumi, fancying you? You’d hardly believe it; if anything it’s always been quite obvious that Yuuji was interested in you, never Megumi though. To be honest, he never really seemed to take a liking to any person ever. You didn’t know whether or not he just didn’t find himself feeling that way towards anyone, or if he just didn’t know how to handle the emotions that he couldn’t stop himself from feeling.

Unbeknownst to you, it was the latter.

You twirled the fork atop the platter, mulling the idea over in your head and averting your eyes from your friend’s. “I doubt he felt anything more towards me than what he felt towards you.”

At this, the boy let out a loud laugh, clutching his stomach in laughter. “If only that were at all true.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked, quirking a brow at the way he found your comment so funny. “Do you know something I don’t?”

He shrugged, unable to contain the evil grin plastered on his face. “I dunno what you’re talking about.”

Squinting your eyes in a suspecting manner, you took another bite. “Well, even if he did like me, it’s been moons since he’s come by. So I’d assume that was just a pipe dream for him, considering the effort he put in pursuing me.”

“You think he’s the one that never put in any effort?”

You stilled, jaw stomping mid-chew and eyes finally connecting back with Yuuji’s. “What do you mean?”

“You, sweet girl...” he started, licking his utensil clean of the icing, “are much more oblivious than I thought you were.”

With that he placed his now clean plate aside, grabbing yet another handful of berries from the basket next to you. Your eyes remained trained on him as he did so, chomping down on the fruit which painted his lips purple. “How are you doing, by the way? It’s been a bit since you last paid me a visit.”

“Might I remind you that you’re always welcome to make the hike back to my home across the way.” You chastised him, dragging a lone finger through the remnants of frosting left on the dish, bringing it to your mouth and licking it clean.

He chuckled, eyes drifting out the window beside him. “Yeah, one of these days I will.”

“You think I’m a mess, don’t you?” He just stared at you, wide eyed. You shrugged in return. “Not that I blame you. I am a mess. I think it adds to the creativity, wouldn’t you agree?”

“Yeah, keep telling yourself that.” He teased right back.

It wasn’t a secret that your place of living was the epitome of an artist’s dwelling, papers and drawings and canvases strewn throughout the entire space. In your kitchen, the sun room, your bathroom, even...but it was all unapologetically you. And you had absolutely no shame in your home being your safe haven.

You smiled chuckled lightheartedly, standing up from your seat and smoothing out your skirt. “I should get going before I lose more daylight; keep some of the berries, please.”

“Could you use anything in return?” He inquired, snatching a bowl from under the kitchen counter.

Divvying out half the berries for your friend, you nodded. “Actually, would you have any indigo I could perhaps steal?”

His mouth broke out into a smile. “Always for you, sweet girl.”

“What would I do without you, flower boy.”

You floated behind him as he led you to his expansive garden, taking in the unending variety of colors and textures framed by the lush greenery of the earth. The petals radiated with such a vibrance—a true testament to Yuuji’s gift for nursing his garden. All the flowers were in bloom, as if they had been awaiting your arrival, but out of all the flora your eyes fell on a patch of poppies a couple yards away. Your favorite flower, a smile graced your lips at the sight.

He stopped in his tracks, kneeling down before the brilliant bush of indigo, pricking a sprig off between his fingers and holding it up for you to see.

“Will this suffice?”

“Yuuji, you are a master!” You exclaimed, graciously taking the gorgeous plant in your hand and easing it into the empty space left in the basket.

“How much will you need?” He asked, continuing plucking vine after vine of the blue plant for your use, handing each of them to you.

“Oh, this will do just fine,” you said, glancing down at your haul so far.

“A little extra, just for good measure.” He insisted, handing a generous vine to top off your collection, knowing you always were modest with asking for anything because you never wanted to come off as greedy.

“You’re too kind, Yuuji.” You told him, flashing a soft smile up at him.

He simply leant down and placed a gentle kiss on your cheek. “You know I’d give you the sun, the moon, and the stars if I could, sweet girl.”

You turned towards the poppies across the garden. “May I steal a poppy as well?”

In an instant, he was kneeling before the scarlet flowers, plucking a particularly stunning one and returning to you, tucking the flower behind your ear. “Beautiful.”

Warmth swelled in your chest and you gave him one last hug, bidding him farewell for now. You reluctantly fled his presence, waving back at him and shouting a final don’t be a stranger! to him as you traversed down the dirt path from which you first emerged from earlier.

The sun was high in the blue sky as you set off on your journey back home, indicating it was already noon. Half the day was gone, and you haven’t even put paint on the canvas yet. That wasn’t a problem, though; you put no stress on yourself in terms of planning out your creative endeavors. You couldn’t properly convey your visions without the proper pigments mixed, which was the first thing on your to-do list when you reached the other side of the valley, back to your home.

Although, as soon as you crested that swell in the earth, the first thing you saw was not your little cottage standing alone against the clear sky, but your little cottage’s front door ajar, and an unfamiliar horse tied to a tree in front.

Had a bandit stumbled upon your home out here in the remote land?

Your free hand immediately found the dagger hidden beneath your skirt you kept for times like these, ready to protect yourself from any danger that had imparted its way into your home. Feet featherlight atop the gravel before the front door, you edged your way inside, wide eyes sweeping your field of view cautiously. Silence only filled the home, the only sound being your soft footsteps and the slight creak the floorboards emitted beneath you.

((please play clair de lune right here i am begging u))

And then, you saw him.

Standing in the center of your studio, there he was, the tuft of black hair facing you, concealing his face, the true identity of your intruder. But you didn’t need to see his face to know who he was; his head was turned down, eyes locked on one of the paintings you’d hung up. It was a depiction of the summer day before he left, a bright blue sky just like the one today, and a single poppy in his hand.

The intruder himself also clutched the same flower between his slender fingers.

As if he could sense your presence, he turned around, finally revealing himself. Those dark eyes bore straight into yours, and the smallest smile tugged at his lips. “Knew you’d still be here.”

“Megumi,” You breathed, finally releasing the breath you had unknowingly held. “You came back.”

“I’m sorry I left in the first place.” He said, taking his first step towards you, then another, and another, before he was right in front of you. He held out the poppy. “For you.”

You took the flower from him, eyes flickering between the brilliant red hue and the boy in front of you. “Why did you leave?”

“I thought it would be good for me to get away, to clear my head…” his words trailed off as he studied you, confusion and surprise, but most of all, excitement written all over your face. “As rude as it sounds, I thought distance would allow me to forget about you.”

Your mouth opened and closed, unknowing of what to say at this new information. Without him saying a word more, you knew what he meant; from what Yuuji had told you just hours prior, how oblivious you are, it was all falling into place.

Your eyes fluttered shut at the realization, a pang of guilt striking your heart. But Megumi continued. “The longer I was gone, though, the more I missed you. I would write Yuuji every so often to check up on you, since I didn’t know if you were still here or if you even cared to know I still thought about you. I thought maybe you would hate me since I left.”

“You didn’t even say goodbye,” You told him, opening your eyes once more and looking into your friend’s eyes. “You just vanished.”

“That last day was a goodbye enough for me,” he said, “That’s the happiest I’ve been in quite some time. I wanted to remember you happy, smiling and laughing in that pretty field out back; if I told you my plan, you would’ve gotten sad, and I would never forgive myself for leaving you sad.”

“I think leaving without a word is sadder.” You murmured, allowing yourself to finally feel any type of emotion other than pure shock. “I had to go to your house by myself and find it completely empty, not even a note or a warning as to where you went.”

“I wrote you a week later-”

“You were gone for 4 years Megumi!” You cried out, feeling hot tears prick at your eyes from all the unearthed emotions, “I was so scared, thinking that something had happened to you. Yuuji spent every night with me until we heard from you because of how distraught I was.”

He was still for a moment. “So you did care about me, after all.”

“Of course I cared about you, dummy.” You sniffled, trying to hold back the tears. Your gaze dropped down to the flower between your fingers. “You were my best friend and you left me.”

“I wanted to be more than just your best friend.”

“You could’ve told me that.”

“I thought it was obvious.”

“Not to me.” You said, finally returning to his dark eyes.

His hand drifted up to cup your face gently, his eyes flitting down to your lips for the shortest second. “Is it obvious now?”

You nodded wordlessly, feeling yourself being drawn closer to him, before finally, your lips were just barely ghosting over one another. He whispered the declaration against your lips: “I’ve been in love with you this whole time.”

It was you who closed that sliver of air between you, your lips locking in a passionate kiss, eager, desperate, filled with every emotion possible. His hands held your face, your own drifting up to rest around his neck; the second his longue traced your bottom lip, you easily gave him access to explore your mouth, just as he’s been longing to do for far too long.

Megumi’s head was spinning. Although he feigned great confidence showing up unannounced like this, saying all these things he’s kept to himself for so long, he was truly falling apart from the inside out at your reciprocation of affection he so desperately wanted to show you.

He had you, his childhood best friend and the person who has been on his mind with every waking breath, finally in his arms, and he wasn’t planning on letting go anytime soon.

His lips stilled, not wanting to rush things too quickly, not wanting to force you into anything you didn’t want to do. Resting his forehead against yours, the two of you were quiet, breathless, questioning who would say something first.

It was you who spoke up. “I’m really happy you’re here, Megumi.”

“I am too, ___. Believe me.” He shut his eyes, willing the blood to stop rushing to his crotch and emptying his head of any lewd thought he held in his mind of you.

You noticed his furrowed eyebrows through your eyelashes, and you unclasped your hands from around his neck, still holding the poppy he gave you and looking down at it. Your fingers snatched the flower out of your hair. “I’m gonna put these in a vase.” You mumbled, quickly spinning around and searching the shelves for an empty vessel.

Megumi stood there, unknowing what to do, as you filled the vase with some water, immersing the stems in the liquid and displaying the twin flowers on your window sill. You looked back at him, unable to contain the grin you revealed to him. “Would you like to stay for dinner?”

He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth. “I’d be delighted to.”

Even though Megumi removed himself from your life for the past four years, you instantly fell back into comfortable conversation as if you just saw him yesterday. Although, you noticed he’s developed more of a voice than he previously had in his teenage years, and along with that newly found chatty nature, came the consistent smile that softly rested on his lips, whether he was the one talking or listening to whatever you had to say. And whenever you spoke, there was a new twinkle in his eyes you never noticed before. Maybe it was always there, as he would probably argue, and maybe it was more obvious due to the declaration of his love, or the passionate kiss the two of you shared. But regardless of why, you were beyond glad to see it now.

The sun having set behind the curvature of the earth hours ago, you and the ravenette had retired to the iron loveseat situated amongst your little garden you tried so hard to care for with the help of Yuuji.

You clutched the steaming mug of tea between your hands, relishing in the bit of warmth it provided, while Megumi’s long fingers traced around the rim of his cup.

He was in the middle of recounting a story from his time away, but as much as you adored listening to his soft voice, you couldn’t help your attention from settling on the way his digits ran along the stoneware. Your mind drifted into inappropriate territory, thanks to the late time it was and the way he was practically teasing you at this point.

Which, he really was teasing you. It was so obvious the way your eyes were transfixed on his fingers, mind clearly elsewhere while he droned on about his story. He had to bite back a laugh, halting his speech; this caught your attention.

You shook your head to rid yourself of those thoughts, taking a sip of the chamomile tea. “Sorry, I promise I was listening, ‘m just really tired.”

“You can go to sleep—I didn’t mean to keep you up so late. I should get going anyways-”

“Stay here!” You insisted, perking up at the idea the second it escaped your mouth. “I mean, unless you don’t want to.”

He just smiled. “Of course I want to.”

Following you back inside, he retrieved a nightshirt from his lone bag he brought with him and changed into it in your living room, while you retreated to your bedroom to throw on a nightgown. He lingered in the open living space, not wanting to intrude on your naked figure; sticking your head out, you whistled at him to get his attention.

His head whipped around, and you chuckled. “You coming or what?”

“I don’t have to sleep in your bed if that makes you uncomfortable…” He said, standing firm on his two feet.

Your feet carried you over to him, your warm hands grabbing his cold ones. “I promise, you couldn’t make me uncomfortable even if you tried.”

As Megumi climbed in beside you, he was extremely aware of how your body was placed and where he was going to keep his hands while he slept. He settled on clasping his hands above the covers, laying flat on his back and staring up at the ceiling. You internally rolled your eyes at how respectful he was being, but knowing he was just waiting for you to get comfortable, you nudged your way under his arm so you could hug his side, your head in the crook of his arm.

“Thank you for coming back to me, Megumi.”

“I’m sorry I ever left you, ___.”

A short pause. “I love you, Megumi.”

His heart swelled at hearing you return what he had revealed earlier.

“And I love you, ___.”

You hid your smile into his chest.

“Sleep well.” You whispered as you shut your eyes for the night.

Megumi’s eyes flitted down to your peaceful figure, taking a deep breath and mentally thanking whatever celestial being was out there for getting him to this position. He craned his head down to press and soft kiss to the top of your hair. “You too, my love.”

Your eyes drifted open to a sunny bedroom and two arms wrapped around your waist; the warmth that Megumi gave off enveloped you so nicely. A large yawn overcame you, causing your whole body to shift slightly and allowing you to feel Megumi’s hard cock pressed directly into your ass. Elation surged throughout your body as you softly rolled your hips back into his once more, eliciting a quiet whimper from the boy; though, he continued to sleep.

Rolling over so you now faced him, you smiled at the sight of his eyes fluttered closed, his pretty eyelashes on display for you, his hair unruly from his slumber. You gently kissed his nose. “Wake up, ‘Gumi.” You whispered to him.

He blinked at the soft touch, waking up ever so slightly. It was obvious the way his cock was throbbing behind his underwear, and at the realization, a blush spread across his cheeks; although, he didn’t try to hide it, especially not after you tossed one leg over his waist and pulled him closer to you.

He knew that you knew he was beyond turned on right now, and you were more than happy to indulge in his desires.

As soon as you gave him that wordless green light, he rutted his crotch against yours, allowing you to truly feel just how hard he was. His arms tightened around you as he placed a kiss to your forehead. “Sleep well, my love?” He mumbled sleepily against your skin as he continued to lazily hump you.

“I did, and you?” You whispered back, fingernails digging lightly into his back as the pressure in your core continued to build. You were sure that your lack of undergarments beneath your nightgown had your arousal soaking through the fabric as you rolled your hips in sync with his.

“The best sleep I’ve got in years.” He murmured, waking up further and starting to get more desperate. He rolled you onto your back and crawled on top of you, his hands placed on either side of your body as he looked down at you through his eyelashes. “God, you’re a dream.” He sighed breathlessly before crashing his lips onto yours.

His hands shoved the fabric of your nightgown up, revealing your bare body. He pulled away only for a moment to take in the image of you beneath him; you felt your face heat up in embarrassment, becoming shy all of a sudden at how exposed you were. Regardless, you allowed him to lift the material over your head and drop it to the floor beside you. Megumi noticed how bashful you had gotten, and he was quick to ease your anxiety. “You’re so beautiful, you know that?” He whispered, kissing you once more. “Why're you getting all shy on me now?”

“Because…” you whimpered, grabbing his wrist and guiding it to your core, cupping your pussy with his hand. “I’m just, really turned on, right now.”

His long fingers dragged between your wet folds, collecting your arousal. “You’re this wet for me, hm?” He teased, dipping a finger into your pulsating hole.

You were stuttering over your words as he fingered you, thighs shaking and eyes screwed shut in euphoria. “Ah, fuck...M-Megumi, I-I…”

He halted his movements, sensing you were trying to get his attention. “Is everything okay?”

“Y-yeah, it’s just…” You stammered, thoughts racing every which way.

His eyes searched your face for any indication of uncomfort as he removed his hand from your heat. “Oh, h-have you never done any-”

“No, no!” You were quick to deny him; it was true that you weren’t a virgin at all, but you’d be lying if you said bedding someone was a regular occurrence for you. “I have...it’s just been a while, I guess...”

A smirk crept across the ravenette’s face. “Can I take care of you, then?”

His hand ran along your body, leaving goosebumps along your skin in their wake. You nodded, your mouth hung open in anticipation and awe as his fingers found your dripping core once again. Locking eyes with his dark, moody irises, he sank a singular digit between your folds, causing you to drop your head to the side and release a moan at the feeling having returned.

“Oh my—Gumi…” You whined as he began pumping his finger in and out of you.

The way your walls felt around him was driving him wild, so wet and warm, hugging him just as if you were made for him. He added a second, slowly plunging both fingers into you, allowing you to feel every ridge of his knuckles as you sucked him in further.

Your tired eyes looked up at him. The wish fell effortlessly from your lips. “Kiss me.”

And he did; he captured your lips in such a heated kiss, his tongue immediately finding itself exploring your mouth and practically dripping with desire. His taste was intoxicating to you, and that mixed with the way his fingers were stretching you out so perfectly to fit him just right⁠—it all created a buzz in your head, a feeling so warm and so dizzying that you never wanted it to leave.

But just when you thought your orgasm was approaching, he removed himself entirely, bringing his hand up and inspecting the way your arousal shone prettily in the morning sunlight. Your weak hands came up to grab his wrist, bringing his fingers to your mouth and sucking them clean.

“Fuck,” Megumi groaned at the sight, unable to leave his erection untouched any longer. His shirt was off in an instant, followed by his underwear, leaving the two of you naked and bathed in the warm glow of your bedroom.

As his dexterous hand wrapped around his impressive length, so rigid and flushed a dark pink, you batted your eyelashes up at the pretty boy. “Please fuck me, Megumi.”

“Only since you said please.” He chuckled breathlessly, although the request nearly sent him cumming all over your bare body.

He positioned himself at your entrance, dragging his leaking tip between your folds, mixing his own arousal with yours, before edging himself in. The intrusion involuntarily sent your thighs clamping around his torso, but his free hand gripped your flesh and held your leg down against the mattress. “Gotta let me in, sweetheart.” He mumbled, his head falling into the crook of your neck. He eased his cock in further till he filled you up, his balls resting against the curve of your ass.

Giving you a second to adjust, you kissed the arm closest to your head, catching his attention. He picked his head up, your noses brushing ever so gently against one another. “Hi,” You simply stated, pupils completely blown as you realized Megumi was fully inside you now.

He smiled down at you, shutting his eyes for a moment and taking a deep breath so as not to cum prematurely, because after all, its not like he’s been fucking his fist every night for the past four years thinking about this very moment. He replied after that brief second, dragging himself out of you and just leaving the tip in, before thrusting back up into you, punctuating the action with a nonchalant, “Hey there, sweetheart.”

You were rendered speechless from his continuous snapping of his hips into yours, driving his length deeper and deeper into you. Your breasts bounced with each thrust he gave you, until he brought a hand up to grope at the flesh and tweak your sensitive nipples between his fingers.

“Feels so good around me, love. Like you were made for me, yeah?” He mumbled against your lips, his heart swelling with every little moan and whimper you released as he fucked you.

“Mhm,” you moaned, fingernails raking across his back, “I love it, I love you, fuck..”

The term of endearment went straight to his cock, motivating him to quicken his pace and feeling himself get closer and closer to his release. “Love you too, ahh, s-so much”

A pretty blush crept over his face, accompanied by a thin veil of sweat on his forehead from his relentless pounding. The small room was filled with a cacophony of mumbled I love you and so so good until that knot building in your stomach had reached its limit.

“‘m close, Gumi…” you whined, hands travelling to wind themselves around his dark locks above you.

“Cum with me, sweetheart,” he groaned back, feeling his balls tightened as soon as your walls clamped down around his length, the delicious sensation driving you both over the edge. He filled you up with his hot seed, your release mixing with his, finally becoming one after so many years apart.

And once it was all said and done, you lay there in the calmness of dawn for what felt like hours until your lover was taken by sleep once more. Until, you fled his presence, careful not to wake him; you cleaned yourself up and tossed a thin robe over your frame, placed a chaste kiss to his cheek, and entered your studio.

Taking your seat at your stool, eyes travelling from the forgotten canvas from yesterday to the depiction of that summer’s day all those years ago, smiling at the boy holding the poppy. You thanked the universe for sending your muse back to you.

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Per a reddit discussion, here’s one of my biannual reminders that most fic is short fic.

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Story time:

When I got into writing fic, I felt like I needed to write long, chaptered work to be taken seriously. I was coming from the position of a reader, mind—rec lists tend to feature longer fics, so I had been reading longer fics. When I read one-shots or shorter works, it was often because I loved an author enough to browse their profile, or I had found a fest focused on a pairing I liked.

I wanted to be a serious fic author. I still had hangups about what it meant to belong in fandom. I wrote a story, I set a goal of about 5k words per chapter, I wanted to write something long and get noticed like the longfic I’d read to get here—and I fell short. I hit almost 75k words, the no-man’s land of fic lengths, destined to be sorted out of lots of searches with 100k minimums. What a fucking bummer.

So I tried again with two more fics. I hit ~50k and ~70k, even shorter. I liked the stories I had written! I was very happy with the content, the narrative arcs of these fics, the characters I had put on the page, but the length was still middling. I took breaks, wrote some one-shots and a novella-length fic, and hopped back on the horse one more time.

Made of Clay hit exactly 100k. I did it, I proved that I was physically capable of it, and I called it fucking quits.

I love Clay. It’s one of the best stories I’ve written to date. It also occupied nearly all of my fandom time for three months. Is that more artistically satisfying than having written Ganymede, Uber, Bluebird, Beautiful Sleepyhead, and Routines in roughly the same amount of time? No, decidedly not. 100k vs 100k, I can’t say I would rather have one set of words versus the other, but I can say that my set of short fics are just as important to me as the longer one (which received more engagement from readers, by virtue of its length).

Fandom is built on short fic. Specifically, fandom is built on fic of less than 5k words. Just in case someone needs to hear it, because I needed to hear it about a year ago: writing fic does not need to look like epic-length stories over 100k words long. That doesn’t need to be the goal of an author, now or ever. Stories without chapters, stories without intricate plots, stories that are part of a scene or a really snappy bit of a dialogue or a beautiful kiss or a terribly ugly sex scene or whatever are what make up the foundation of fic. They’re the stories I hunt for on my tag deep-dives, the things I seek out because nothing is as wild and imaginative and unique as what I’ve found in fics of 20k, 5k, 1k words. Read it, write it, rec it.

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Punished for breaking curfew // Regulus x fem!Reader

In which an unnamed Reader encounters her prefect boyfriend as she accidentally breaks curfew, and one thing leads to another. Includes: talk of “punishment”, 99% explicit consent, public sex (no one catches them so only vaguely public), potentially underage sex (everyone’s ages are left vague, but they are definitely in their last year(s) so I’m writing them as consenting adults), PIV sex, slightly dom!Regulus and sub!Reader, male and female ejaculation, breeding kink if you squint (this is the 1% dubious consent, but as the couple as been dating for years I consider them to have discussed this previously), no contraceptives mentioned, clothed sex, and half-decent aftercare. This is my first time posting smut on this platform (to my knowledge) and I’ll probably cross-post this to AO3. Hope you enjoy !! ;)

She felt a hand under her skirt and whipped around to hex her offender in an instant, books clattering to the ground as she readied her wand. It didn’t help that it was past curfew; just barely, but just enough to have her on edge. An edge that she was quickly pushed over with the clattering of books on the cobblestone and her wand pointed at the offender’s throat in a blink.

“Have I ever mentioned how gorgeous you are when you’re angry?” Came a rasp from her offender, the notorious Regulus Black. Well, notorious to everyone else, really. She knew he would much rather keep his head down and have no reputation whatsoever, though the world was cruel to him. At least, she assumed to know him pretty well, considering they’d been dating for years and friends for even longer than that. 

She decided slapping him was a better course of action than hexing him.

“You bastard, you scared me!”

“My apologies, though I must say that You’re very lucky I like you, darling, I am a prefect after all, and you’re out past curfew.” He hand snuck under her skirt once again, feeling along the back seam of the tights she preferred to wear, “Not to mention striking me or calling me names. What are you even up to at this hour?”

She swatted at his hand even as heat began to flood her face (not to mention the region she was decidedly ignoring), “I have that potions essay, remember? I lost track of time working on it in the library. Any chance I can go with a warning, Mr. prefect?”

His persistence had landed his left hand on the side of her thigh, just under the hem of her skirt, while his right gently grabbed her chin as if inspecting her, “I’m afraid not. After all,” his hand snakes around to her backside, lifting her slightly as he pulled her closer, his right hand now tight around the back of her waist, “A naughty girl like you needs to be punished.”

She felt like all of her blood had rushed north and south, none to fuel her extremities, even as her legs slotted around his and her arms draped behind his neck. She whined as he began trailing kisses down from her cheek to her collar, “Reg, come on, we’re in the middle of the corridor!”

He seemed to tire of the extra weight and awkward position quickly, leading to his hands releasing her of her bag and lifting her entirely to press her back to the stone wall in a well-practiced fashion. She cringed slightly as her bag clattered loudly to the ground, but all her thoughts were whisked away as he resumed his harsh kisses and began grinding against her, pleated skirt awkwardly folded between them.

“Reg–“

The hand he had moved between them to shift her skirt stopped instantly at her tone, “Is this alright, love? I’m sorry if I came on too strong.”

He began to step away, but she held tight, “Oh no, you are not allowed to be this ridiculously sexy and then leave me hanging because you got embarrassed. Did you cast privacy charms?”

Reg nodded, “Silence and notice-me-not, plus I’m the only one assigned to this area of the castle for rounds tonight. Does this mean I can continue?”

She barely had time to nod, her yes becoming a squeak as his hand pushed her skirt up and lightly pressed on the growing wetness that had soaked through her hose, pants completely absent.

“What do we have here?” Regulus resumed his sultry tone, running his knuckles between her fold through the thin fabric, “I know for a fact we had nothing planned for tonight, love. Care to explain why you’ve lost your knickers?”

She thought she couldn’t flush any harder, “There’s no real reason, I just had a lovely dream last night and felt like it.” Her breath sped up as her arousal continued to steadily increase at his rapt attention.

His mouth returned to her neck, though he took a moment to rasp into her ear, “Lovely dream, hm? Why don’t you tell me all the details?”

Groaning in pleasure more than anything else, she took a steadying breath, “It’s going to sound ridiculous, but we were in transfiguration together, and one of our spells went wrong or something, and fuck and, um, we,” she nearly bit her tongue as his thumb began circling her clit, seams straining at the motion, “We didn’t think anything was wrong at first but we were insanely turned on. Like, I sat down and couldn’t stand it so I sat in your lap– we, we were stuck like that, grinding but couldn’t fuck. The whole class was staring at us, Professor–”

“No offense love, but I’d rather not think about her right now,” HIs voice had gotten deeper with lust, thumb slipping through the new tear in her hose to feel her properly.

Her responding moan reverberated down the corridor, “Oh Merlin, fine. You asked. Anyway, we were stuck like that for an entire day, having to go through classes grinding against one another while everyone stared– we couldn’t get any work done or anything–”

Without warning, Regulus’s lips captured hers in a frenzied kiss, his hands sliding upwards to pull at her uniform top as her weight settled against him. As he broke away for a moment, she saw how ridiculously dilated his eyes were, “And you enjoyed this dream? Would you like it if I fucked you in front of everyone, claiming you as mine for all of Hogwarts to see?”

She shifted slightly, squirming against the hardness blocked from her by several too many layers of fabric, “Baby please–”

“You would, wouldn’t you? Merlin I love how filthy you are,” He lifted her jumper off in one fluid motion, tossing it aside as he began to unbutton the blouse underneath, “All turned on for me. Did you get off this morning after your dream? Thinking of me?”

She nodded in hot shame against his shoulder, “I was nearly late to breakfast, Pandora refused to leave the room without me.”

“You were desperate then. Did having her nearby not make it harder?” He gave up on the bottom few buttons, groping at her chest through her bra, palming the lace beneath his palms.

She gave up the last of her dignity with a shake of her head no, quietly muttering, “It felt like my dream all over again.”

With a near-growl groan of his own, he slipped his hands beneath the lacy cups and squeezed, her nipples hardening at the touch as her back arched towards him. He panted at her earlobe as he started earnestly thrusting against her, “My perfect little slut, always so responsive. Merlin, I should just bend you over in the great hall, make everyone watch as I pound you until you scream yourself hoarse. Would you like that, sweetheart? The entire school watching as you scream my name? I’d be the envy of everyone there, such a good whore all to myself.”

She felt too desperate to form sentences, muttering please and moaning without restraint as one of his hands went to grope her ass while his mouth took its place, torturing her left nipple in the best way possible. Just as she began to wonder if it was possible to come from this alone, he slowed down his motions.

“Can’t get you too worked up, love. I’m not done with you yet.”

Her whine was so earnest she felt a white hot moment of pure embarrassment, “Regulus, please. I’m so close. I can go again I just– fuck!”

His hands had returned to the front of her hose, tearing the whole wider in an audible rip. He used one hand to support her weight better as he began undoing the front of his trousers, “That means you’re ready for me to fuck you senseless the, right?” He pulled his cock from the fabric, running the glistening head through her soaked folds as slow as he could manage.

“Fuck please, Regulus I swear to Merlin if you–” Her threat descended into a broken moan as he slipped inside, any resistance long gone. Even so, he moved slowly, reaching the hilt and stopping as they both struggled to catch their breath.

“Fuck me, fuck me, please,” She chanted with fervor, squirming against him to try and create any friction between them.

“Since you– asked so nicely,” Even he struggled to keep his composure for long, beginning to thrust faster and faster as the sounds of their efforts rang throughout the corridor, joined only by their panting breaths and sounds of pleasure.

He shifted to adjust the angle, raising on her legs impossibly high over his shoulder, tearing the delicate hose even further as she nearly screamed in response, completely overwhelmed at the feeling. She captured his lips in a biting kiss to try and stifle her noises, and he was all too happy to oblige her, both of them desperate to be as close to one another as possible. 

As he seemed to realise her tactic of using his mouth to stifle her cries, he smirked into the kiss as his free hand returned to her clit, rubbing the tiny circles just to the left side, as he knew she liked, and in a moment she was coming onto him, back arched against the wall and toes curling in her shoes. He had prepared for this, knowing the last push would get her off and familiar with the spasming that always followed. He was nearly driven to the brink himself, pace erratic as he chased after her high with his own.

Her cries did not turn into overstimulated whines as they usually did, however. As his pace jackrabbited and his thumb continued its ministrations, the pressure and pleasure of it all kept her on her peak of pleasure, riding out tidal wave over tidal wave as each threatened to drown her. Suddenly, without any warning, she was squirming all over his hand, trouser front, and cock, drenching them both. She barely had time to feel ashamed of it as Regulus let out a sound so aroused she felt it in her bones, his eyes wide as he came instantly, coming with the extra fluid dripping down them both. His world went bright when, then dark, then was filled with bursting fireworks as he bit into her shoulder and stuttered out his orgasm. 

They collapsed in a boneless heap soon after, not even disconnecting from one another as they slid to the ground, Regulus pulling her into his lap as he caged her against the wall. 

“Was that– fuck–” She couldn’t seem to find her voice, inner walls still spasming as his seed filled her with an indescribable warmth.

Regulus was barely able to groan an agreement in this state, feeling as if he’d been completely wrung out. Only after a minute to catch his breath was he able to respond, “Fuck, that was amazing. Have you always been able to do that?”

“The–?” She made a vague motion and he nodded, “I have no idea. It’s the first time I’ve done it. That was okay, right?”

He once again surged forward to kiss her, through with much less energy than previously, “Absolutely fucking okay, love, that was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. If I wasn’t so thoroughly exhausted, I’d try to make it happen again.”

She groaned at the mere thought of it, though realised they had yet to break away from one another, “Not sure I could handle another one of those tonight. Bloody hell, I’m not sure I have the strength to get off of you, let alone walk back to my dorm.”

With a grunt, Regulus lifted her off of him, nearly hard again at the sight of her filthy, blushing folds. She braced herself against the wall behind her, standing on wobbling legs as Regulus did the same, tucking himself in after a quick cleaning spell.

“Such a gentleman,” She retorted sarcastically as he neglected to cast the same cleaning spell on her, her wand stuck in her discarded jumper.

He kissed her passionately and ran a hand underneath her skirt once again to spread the fluids that drenched her throughout her folds as it began to drip down her inner thighs. After a moment, he pulled away to make eye contact as his hand continued to tease her abused sex, “You said you wanted to be claimed, didn’t you? Besides, I’m carrying you back to my room, and Merlin knows what we’ll get up to in the morning. No need to waste extra lubrication on you when you’re so ready for me right now.”

Her body shuddered against him, a whine high in the back of her throat. He caught her just as her knees began to give again, gently leaning her back against the wall as he moved around to gather their things in their bags. She very pointedly refused to mention the mess they’d made of the front of his trousers that he’d managed to miss with his clean-up spell, even as they retreated to the dungeons for a good night’s sleep. After all, if he wanted to claim her with his mess, she felt as if she had every right to do so in return. 

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some ace-johnny thoughts

@elsonambulo totally unformed thoughts

1. so the thinking is: we all know that johnny is obsessed with performing correct masculinity, even though it consistently bites him in the ass (and not in a good way)

AND we know that johnny hasn't really been laid in awhile + even when with carmen is too busy thinking about karate rival/ex to... do much -- in fact in that one blooper/deleted scene from the con he turns her down, because he's training for his karate showdown (idk if it's actually a deleted scene or vanessa and billy fucking around, but I can see it happening, so will take it for this read)

and really it's a lot of similar thinking to reading him as gay (which I also still do) with an added dose of "billy kisses a little better than he used to, but it'll never be his strong suit"

btw I think the first time he and carmen had sex he really did want to, but after that his brain is like "cool, that was fine, now maybe if she has time I'll teach her some karate..." -- alas carmen, you and johnny could've been such good friends, but now it's a bit more fucked up by him being a terrible boyfriend

2. I read a couple of "johnny discovers asexuality" fics, which I enjoyed and were key in getting me here --

SOME MENTIONS OF UNHEALTHY/INTERNALISED ACEPHOBIA THINKING HERE: I think I lean towards grey-ace or sex-indifferent (rather than sex-repulsed), because by now sexuality and masculinity and karate are all twisted up in his head in a way that makes defining anything really hard for him + allosexuality has been an important part of his identity for so long that it'd take something for him to even be able to glance at asexuality without feeling like a failure As A Man + there are times he can point to (like a little AHA! in his head) where he really did want sex

it's also an added boundary to realizing he's gay, because he doesn't have particularly strong sexual feelings about anyone almost all the time (and as we all know, only sexual feelings count // sarcasm), and why does it even matter if he's gay if he's not The Pinnacle Of Sexual Masculinity (because the gay community has some real issues with that too)

another big thing is having to unlearn the idea that being asexual means having been sexually assaulted (and there can be layers to that as well, because sometimes asexuality does happen off the back of assault or abuse..... I'm thinking of @an-sceal's doubt series, which also has Johnny's sexuality be less defined, because he's trying to rediscover what he likes in the aftermath of abuse) --

but let's say for now it's been a life of some sexual encounters -- less than Johnny brags about and decidedly less that he was at all enthusiastic about, but not anything truly scarring, so there's no way he could be like that (up to you whether he's tried to have/had encounters with men, I always like to lean on yes, but he excuses it for drugs/drinks reasons + outdated ideas about what sex is, that is "only penetrative counts")

(this whole internalised thinking -- some unfortunate kid is gonna have to sit him down and school him, probably)

3. I read him as karate-sexual really

as in, sex isn't as good as karate, but karate can be very vey sexy/sexual... hence the karate-sex dream + turning down carmen because he's just too busy training for karate with LaRusso

I could read it as, say he gets with Daniel -- sex is something his body can do and he's not going to let that go because he enjoys feeling good/touching daniel/thinks daniel is really really hot/holy shit he can make daniel make those noises/he really likes xyz sex act (you decide which), but after the first honeymoon glow has faded he'd never initiate and 99% of the time he'd rather do karate, but that's because if he could choose he wouldn't be doing anything else

4. but it becomes a huge relief -- as it has been many times before -- to eventually take off another block of "how a man has to be" off his back. there really are no expectations, although the mortifying ordeal is still very much going to be an ordeal

[the-heaminator]

Day 5 Pruk week,  Family/first kiss:

This is what inspired me to write one of my fics "but muum", but i havent gotten around to writing up to it yet, this will be added as a chapter later, but i think you should probably read the fic first to get a vague gist of what the fuck is going on, but this could perhaps be read as a standalone.

@prukweek

Both Arthur and Gilbert, to say the least, were a fucking adorable pair, everyone in the family and most out of it agreed.

And right now, in Arthur's incredibly tired state, and Gilbert in an emboldened one from his chat with Matthew, they were both in the same bed, as usual.

To anybody else two men sleeping in a bed together and cuddling was kinda gay, and it was kinda gay just the two had managed to put off admitting it for far too long and just about everyone was incredibly done with their shit.

Even fucking Ireland and Belgium who both had their little thing going in between them were done with their shit.

Being a man of both far too many and far too inhibitions, Arthur had decided to not sleep for about 3 nights straight, and aside from looking absolutely more undead than usual, sleep deprivation tends to make him more clingy, though only to people he trusts, otherwise. He becomes a whole other universe if grouchy, snapping at everyone and everything.

The rest if the family had managed to covince Arthur to lay the fuck down, and by convince i mean that Ireland and New zealand threatened to kill both him and Alfred with a spoon to get them to sleep, and in instead of risking a slow painful death from brain damage, they decided to actually go the fuck to sleep.

Matt had given Gilbert an encouraging thumbs up, Zee had given him a high and wished him luck, India gave him a look that said "teenagers" as if he wasn't nearly a thousand, well that was about a quarter of India's age.

Anyways Australia asked Gilbert to promise him, that if this worked he would treat Arthur well or he would be dead, and this was said with such honesty and actual familial love, that Gilbert swore on his own life, wondering how Arthur had managed to be blessed with such amazing children.

The British isles gave a similar sort of threat, but with concern for both, Dylan saying "I know he's a bastard, but he is very bad when it comes to matters of the heart, so please be gentle with him please."

Spoken like a true older brother, speaking for his entire emotionally constipated brood.

Denmark gave him a rather interesting text that detailed far too many things about the  Englishmans sex life that seemed to be written by France, why Denmark had the text was beyond him, also leaving him with a couple words of "encouragement", Denmark warned that if Arthur murdered him, he wont be paying for his funeral.

Gilbert knew this was the jest of a close friend, he was not dim enough to take it seriously, but as he apprehensively walked up the stairs and down the corridor to Arthur's room, he started to have second thoughts.

I mean I could always wait a few more days.

Or years.

Or centuries.

The thought of waiting much longer was so utterly miserable to Gilbert's mind that his psyche went.

Nah fuck it.

And allowed him to walk into the room where Arthur was decidedly not sleeping, somehow still awake enough to be tapping away at his laptop, though slower than usual, Gilbert approached him.

"Arthur, you really should sleep?" That was not what he wanted to come out at that moment but for once Gilbert did not have a plan and was (as some would say) going with the flow.

And currently the flow was about as smooth as the Volga in midwinter, which was to say that it was barely flowing at all, but when Arthur didn't move from his chair, Gilbert had to try a more imaginative approach.

"Come lay down, we can cuddle?" That sounded to fucking cheesy to Gilbert and Arthur looked at him, a little wistfully if he would say so himself, though it could very much just be a trick of the light.

"What makes it look like i *yawn* want to cuddle?" Arthur was speaking a bit too quick to be normal, great he was jacked up on caffeine too.

"Well, you're always cuddling me when you do sleep, and you look absolutely adorable." Ooh bit too direct, I hope he doesn't think in an ass or something.

"You're an ass Gilbert, you know that." 

WHAT DID I SAY, I KNEW HE WOULD SAY THAT.

Gil thought he fucked up good as Arthur's eyes travelled from him to the computer, back and forth as if to decide which would be more profitable for him, and to buy Arthur's and Gilbert's surprise, Arthur chose Gilbert.

Tips of his ears far too red Arthur grumbled "Don't get any ideas, I'm just tired." Before getting into bed and mentioning for Gilbert to join him after switching off his laptop, on some tab about trade reports and governmental deficits that seemed so frightfully boring.

The room now cloaked in darkness, and the house being unnaturally silent, even as everyone was awake, the two lay down on the bed together, as if they'd been doing this for centuries.

Which I mean they had but this time it felt a bit different.

Arthur on Gilbert's arm, a bit too close for Gilbert not to think that maybe Arthur actually did love him back, Gilbert's hand slowly going through Arthur's birds nest looking hair, slowly smoothing it out to some semblance of cleanliness before Gilbert, in an odd moment if courage, gave Arthur a chaste kiss on the forehead while both were still awake.

Usually if either ever did a kiss they were drunk or the other was asleep, but now both were very much within consciousness and lucidity.

Gilbert braced himself to get an earful from Arthur, perhaps him even getting out of bed in a huff, but none of that happened, instead Arthur seemed to be mentioning to kiss him again.

WHAT THAT ACTUALLY FUCKING WORKED WHAT THE FUUUUUUUUCK.

He repeated the kiss, this time it lasted a little longer, lingering for a second or two on Arthur's forehead, and if this wasn't such an odd situation Gilbert would have laughed at how the kiss immediately eased the tension within both of their bodies, but this was just too surreal to even be actually happening, and was miles away from Gilbert or Arthur being able to think full cohesive thoughts.

Finally, through a silence that could not be considered awkward, yet not considered incredibly comfortable either, one of them, Arthur, rasped "Gilbert...Gilbert why did you do that?" He sounded far more disbelieving than angry, yet Gilbert still thought he managed to mess something up.

"Shit shit shit, I'm sorry Arthur, really!"

Arthur looked at him, dead in the eye even in the dim light of the room, and seeing the actual fear and misery in his eyes, and the fluttering of his heart in his own chest, Arthur replied with "Why ever so?"

"I-I kissed you, are you not mad?"

"Why would I be Gilbert."

The room descended into silence again, this time loaded with tension and anticipation, which was shattered, rather brutally if I may add, by Arthur saying "Plus that was barely a kiss, let me show you how it's done."

With a surprising amount of agility from someone so sleep deprived, Arthur crashed his lips to Gilbert's, whose mind took a little longer to catch up with what his body was doing, too busy being distracted by this to respond immediately, god this felt so goodboth both their bodies so close together as they kissed.

But when he finally pushed back, he was not expecting such fervent from Arthur, he was even nipping Gilbert's lips as he deepened the kiss far beyond anywhere Gilbert had ever gone younger exploring Gilbert's slack mouth.

The poor soul had had around 3 romantic kisses in his life and was not prepared for this at all, Arthur tasted like coffee and tea with the vaguest taste of old cigarettes

Finally separating, both breathing hard, Gilbert whispered, a garbled mix of English and German "that was amazing."

Arthur looked both very embarrassed and incredibly relieved, one would after waiting so long and having it all come down like this was incredibly satisfying for the both of them.

Arthur slid off Gilbert, tucking himself back in the blanket as if nothing happened, as Gilbert's mind raced at a million miles an hour. Which started to exceed the speed of light as Arthur snuggled up close to him and fell asleep almost immediately, after mumbling, so quietly that Gilbert could barely hear it.

"I love you."

[mercy-burning]

A Strange Request

Part of Mercy’s 1k Celebration: A collection of Spencer Reid x Reader requests to celebrate 1,000 followers.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader Summary: Reader gets a rather strange request from Derek’s girlfriend Category: FLUFF, with discussion of sex, so still 18+ probably, just to be safe Warnings: discussions/topics of sex, one paragraph of blink and you’ll miss it female-receiving oral sex Word Count: 2k

Full Request: “...a fluff about reader is friend with Derek’s girlfriend, and she ask her if spencer (s/2 - s/3) can teach him where the clitoris is because reader had already told her that spencer is very good in bed... Baby Spencer Teaching Derek How To Make A Woman Cum is so funny to me” —anonymous

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NOTE: Just came here to say, first of all, thank you all so much for reading and enjoying my content, it means the world to me. I love you guys 🥰 Also, this request??? I was dying thinking about it, and I laughed pretty much the whole time I wrote it, so I hope you like it as much as I do!

I will be posting the rest of the requests I get throughout the month of March, so you have until February 28th to send one in if you’d like to! More information on that can be found HERE

It wasn't really normal for Y/N and Kelley to talk about their sex lives. They'd brought it up in conversation a few times, but it was never a regular thing.

So when Kelley came over to Y/N's apartment Friday night after a cryptic text stating that she needed to talk to her about something 'weird but important,' she had no idea that her weekend was about to get very... informative.

"Is everything alright?" she asked Kelley, handing her a glass of wine. The two of them sat on the couch and Kelley shrugged.

"I mean... Yes, everything's fine, but...I have a sort of, uh... weird request."

"Yeah, you mentioned that," Y/N chuckled, bringing the glass of wine to her lips. "What's up?"

"Well, basically... I can't orgasm."

Y/N almost spit the wine out of her mouth. Thankfully she was able to get it down, though not without choking slightly. "Huh?"

"Well, okay, I can orgasm it's just that... I can't when I'm with Derek. And at first I thought maybe it was me, but I tried on my own and I can do it just fine. It's just that when Derek and I are together, he can't... make me cum. "

"Well, I... Okay. I'm not... What do you want me to d—oh!"

"Oh! Y/N, no, I didn't mean that I wanted you to... No, um... Sorry, that's not what I meant. Look, I know you've said before that Spencer is really good in bed, and I was wondering if you could maybe ask him to talk to Derek about it, like... give him some pointers or something."

Y/N really didn't know what to say. But she tried really hard to say something that wasn't an incoherent mumble of surprise. "Wow, uh... I mean, I... Yeah, I can ask him, but why don't you just talk to Derek about it? He's a good guy, I'm sure he'd be more than willing to hear you out if you just communicate with him..."

Kelley sighed, setting her wine down. "I know, but... Well, it's just that every time I try to talk to him about it, I chicken out, and I know you said Spencer knows what he's doing, so I figured I'd ask you..."

She could tell that Kelley was embarrassed, so Y/N reached out to hold her hand. "Hey, Kel, it's okay. You know I'm happy to help. And I'll talk to Spencer about it, but I really think you should try talking to Derek yourself, too, okay?"

She nodded, a small smile adorning her face. "Okay."

***

Repeating this conversation with Spencer was going to be... well, weird, as Kelley had put it. It really was a strange request, but Y/N was more than willing to help out a friend in need, especially if it meant said friend was going to get laid like she deserved.

She just had to figure out how to bring it up. The best way was probably to just sit down and talk about it, but she didn't want to spring it on him at random.

So, she used decided that maybe some... inspiration would be good.

She studied her boyfriend as he went down on her that night, paying attention to how his fingers felt as the pushed and curled themselves into her, how his tongue explored her like a paintbrush exploring a canvas with beautiful precision.

And when it was all over, she laid beside him and stroked his hair, smiling. "You're so good at that," she mused. The praise put a smile on his face, as it always did. But he became suspicious when she took it too far, adding, "Seriously, you should teach men how to properly please a woman."

"Y/N?" Spencer asked, cocking an eyebrow.

"What?"

"You're trying to get at something, what is it?"

"Well, uh... this is probably going to sound really weird, but you have to hear me out, okay?"

"O—kay?"

Y/N sighed, a small shake of her head following. "Well, I talked to Kelley yesterday, because she had something she wanted to talk to me about, and, uh... she said that... Oh, wow, this is so fucking weird—ShewantedtoknowifyoucouldteachDerekhowtomakehercumbecausehe'sreallybadatit."

She blinked, and Spencer blinked back at her, the two of them laying together in silence for a good ten to fifteen seconds.

And then he started to laugh.

"W—What? Is that too weird? Because I told Kelley she should just try talking to him, but she really wanted me to ask you because I'd mentioned how good you are, and she just figured since you two worked together and that we're all friends that you wouldn't have a problem telling him about everything, an—"

Spencer reached out to brush the back of his hand across her cheek. "Hey, slow down, okay? Look. The idea that I have to teach Derek Morgan of all people how to make a woman cum is just... It's funny to me, and surely you understand why... And besides, how would I even bring that up? It's not like I can just walk up to him and be like Hey, Morgan, your girlfriend thinks you suck in bed and she wants me to show you how to do it right."

Y/N blinked up at him again, and he blinked back, the both of them starting to realize how that sounded.

"Yeah, maybe don't lead with that," she said, patting his arm. "Look, you guys talk about your sex lives sometimes, right? I mean, you're both guys in relationships, I'm sure it's come up at some point."

"No, Y/N, not really," he said, clearly exasperated and most decidedly not thrilled about the idea of talking sex with his co-workers.

Still, she sighed. "Spence, please? I told Kelley I'd talk to you about it, and she's really desperate here. Besides, it would be rude to let Derek Morgan of all people go around thinking he's great at sex when he's really not, don't you think?"

Spencer really seemed to think about that for a moment, before huffing a laugh. "Actually that sounds pretty funny to me."

Y/N slapped his arm.  "I'm serious! At least do it for Kelley's sake... The poor girl deserves to feel good, right?"

"If I do it, can we end this conversation?" he gave in, clearly not in the mood to talk about their friends' sex life.

"Wait really? You'll do it?"

Spencer sighed. "Yes, I'll do it. It's most likely going to be more awkward than this conversation, but I'll do it."

With a laugh and a quick kiss to the lips, Y/N pulled him closer and said, "I love you, you know."

***

He hoped he wouldn't have to do much talking at all. Which is why he brought a bag of books on female anatomy and pleasure. He tried for the entire train ride to work to figure out the best way to even bring it all up, but when he actually stepped into the bullpen, he almost froze up with nerves.

He spotted Derek from across the room and in a split second decided that it would be best to just rip the band-aid off.

So, he briskly made his way over to his friend and set the bag of books in front of him on the desk. "I want to preface this by saying it wasn't my idea. Kelley and Y/N were talking about some stuff, and they asked me to talk to you, so I'm just going to give it to you straight. These are for you."

"Whoa, kid, slow down. What did they want you to tell me?"

Spencer looked around nervously before taking a deep breath. "Well, um... Y/N and I were talking last night, and she said that Kelley had this weird request for her, and, um... I guess she wanted Y/N to ask me to talk to you about... um... how to have better sex?"

He said the last part very quietly and immediately looked down at his feet. When he looked back at Morgan, he almost looked like he'd been petrified, actually frozen in time with the blankest expression ever seen.

"What?" he asked just as blankly.

"Please don't make me say it again," Spencer signed.

"Reid, I don't know what you mean."

"Look, I know this is really weird, trust me, I know, but I, uh... I wrote out some detailed notes for you, and there are also some books in that bag, so it should help."

Derek looked down at the bag and then back to Spencer, still puzzled. "I... You're not serious... This is some kinda prank, isn't it?"

"I swear it's not, just... Look, after sex, has Kelley ever stayed in the bathroom for like ten minutes or longer?"

"Excuse me?"

"Just answer my question!" Spencer whispered harshly, still looking around to make sure no one would hear.

"Reid, I'm not— Oh... Oh... No..." The journey that Derek's face took almost Spencer feel kind of bad for him, though he'd be lying if a large part of him didn't find this whole thing absolutely hilarious.

"But like I said, I have things to help you," Spencer rushed out. "It's not... Look, maybe it would be better if you just talked to Kelley about it... In the end it's all really about you two, and if you don't have communication coinciding with your sex life then chances are it's not... very good."

"Kelley wanted you to talk to me... That's what she said?"

"Well, yeah, I guess so. Y/N told me that she said she couldn't... you know, finish when she was with you and she wanted me to talk to you about it."

"Why?" It was obvious that Derek was having a hard time believing all of this, even after having the epiphany.

"I don't know, I guess Y/N told Kelley at one point that I was good at it? Look, it's not a big deal, just... read the stuff I gave you, and it should help, and then we never have to talk about this ever again, okay?"

Still grappling with everything he'd just learned, Morgan muttered out an, "O—kay?"

"Good talk," Spencer said quickly, turning around and getting out of there as fast as he could.

***

Later that week, Y/N and Spencer were watching a movie on the couch, and things had been... fairly normal considering all that had happened the previous weekend.

A knock sounded at the door, and with neither of them expecting any company, they paused the movie and answered the door together, swinging it open to find Kelley standing in front of them with a bouquet of flowers and a bottle of wine.

Before either of them could say anything, Kelley handed the flowers to Spencer and the wine to Y/N, a smile on her face. "Sorry for stopping by on short notice, but I just, uh... I wanted to thank you guys for helping me out... You know..."

"Oh!" the couple said at the same time, a bit of heat creeping up on both their cheeks.

"Yeah, it wasn't a problem," Y/N said.

"Really," Spencer reassured.

"Yeah, I know it was, uh... a strange request but it really did wonders, and we talked over everything, so, it's, uh... It's all good now. So, thanks again. I just wanted to bring over some gifts to say thank you."

Even though the whole situation had been rather out of their comfort zones, Y/N told Kelley with earnest, "Happy to help."

She left, and Spencer and Y/N set their gifts on the coffee table.

"What did you tell Derek, exactly?" she asked curiously. "You never did tell me what happened."

"Oh, um... I just gave him some books, and I wrote out some notes for him."

With a smirk and a loving gaze, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him close. "They must have been some pretty damn good notes if it warranted presents..."

"What can I say, I'm a good note taker," he said, returning her smile.

"Well, I think I'll have to be the judge of that. Show me what you got, smarty pants..."

Let's just say that by the end of the night, Y/N knew Kelley was in good hands.

[kurowrites]

May i ask for WangXian? With nos;

1 (roomates rite?) with 6 (fake dating i think?)

And 5 (something about emotional capacity of a brick? Strangely enough i wish that LWJ would be the one to say this to WWX..if possible 🥺🥺)

I also sorta hope this evolves in to a FWB situation but just the thought of fluff n hilarity from this prompt is already making me squeal n cackle 🤣🤣🤣

Please n thank you 🥰🥰🥰

Have some dumb weekend fluff.

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When Wei Ying arrived at home, he had a very precise plan how he wanted the rest of the evening to go. He was feeling an exhaustion that barely left him standing, and all he wished for was to eat (though that one was optional, honestly), get fucked into his mattress (though he would probably have to do with a quick wank), and then sleep for the next twelve hours.

Not more, not less.

As they are wont to do, things didn’t turn out quite as he had imagined them on his tedious way home. When he finally walked through the door of the apartment that he and Lan Zhan shared, his first target was the kitchen, where he hoped he would be able to stealthily unearth something from the freezer that could be warmed up in the oven.

When he entered the kitchen, however, he found Lan Zhan at the stove, stirring a pot of food that smelled heavenly. Lan Zhan turned around when he heard the door open, and he gave Wei Ying a critical once-over before he announced: “Take a shower, the food will be ready soon.”

Well, Wei Ying thought, turning around and heading towards the bathroom almost as if he was guided by some higher power. It was rather hard to argue with that.

He had no idea why Lan Zhan was awake this late at night, and why he was cooking dinner, of all things. But Wei Ying was not going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Not when he was this tired. If a shower was the most direct path to food prepared by Lan Zhan, then he would do that without a single complaint.

The shower helped slightly with his exhaustion and general sense of discomfort, and when he finally left the bathroom, he felt slightly more conscious and decidedly more human than before. And when he stepped back into the kitchen, a steaming, hearty bowl of curry was waiting for him at the table, looking perfect and delicious and like everything that Wei Ying had not dared to hope for tonight.

“Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying moaned, making a beeline towards the table, stuffing the food into his mouth almost before he had even taken a seat. “You are the best. The bestest. A god among mortals.”

“Hn,” Lan Zhan said, neither agreeing nor disagreeing with that statement. “Eat.”

That, Wei Ying did without needing to be told twice. Lan Zhan had made the curry exactly the way Wei Ying liked it, rich in flavour and very spicy, and it was just so good. Getting to eat Lan Zhan’s cooking, full stop, was already a boon. And Lan Zhan had made this curry just for him, had waited until after his bedtime to feed Wei Ying. He truly was the bestest roommate that ever lived.

Wei Ying eagerly devoured his bowl, and Lan Zhan even gave him seconds.

So good! So delicious!

After he had finished his curry, Wei Ying still felt exhausted, but now he had a warm belly full of delicious food, and a warm flicker in his chest that was the knowledge that his roommate cared enough about him to make food when Wei Ying was down on his last leg. Things were looking a little brighter now.

And Lan Zhan was still in the kitchen, putting away the last of the cookware that he had washed while Wei Ying was eating.

Wei Ying looked at him, and considered. After he had already received the deluxe version of the first item on his to-do list tonight, he decided that maybe his luck was just good enough to get the second item on the list checked off, too.

He got up and put his dirty dishes into the dishwasher, and then he waited until Lan Zhan had put away the last pan. Once Lan Zhan’s hands were free, he smoothly slipped in between Lan Zhan and the kitchen counter, and wrapped his arms around Lan Zhan’s neck.

“Lan Zhan,” he whispered, a sneaky smile playing on his lips. “You are still awake.”

“Indeed,” Lan Zhan calmly observed.

“Mh, I missed you, oh roommate mine,” Wei Ying sighed, a little dramatically. “I feel like I haven’t seen you forever. And now that you’re here…”

He leaned in, gently rubbing his nose against the soft skin of Lan Zhan’s neck.

He felt the tiniest of shudders in response, and then Lan Zhan’s arms wrapped around his waist.

Jackpot.

It wasn’t always easy, figuring out when Lan Zhan was in the mood. They were roommates after all, and generally they just lived together. But sometimes, even the rigid Lan Zhan needed to let off a little steam, and when he was in the right mood, he was perfectly fine with fucking Wei Ying into various surfaces around their apartment. Wei Ying obviously had no objections to that; not only was Lan Zhan really hot, he was also really good at sex.

Maybe it was sad to say that his entire sex life consisted of occasionally seducing his roommate, but it was good. Really good. And Lan Zhan seemed to feel the same, because Wei Ying was pretty sure that Lan Zhan wasn’t having any kind of ‘relations’ with anyone else.

So yes, they had done this many times before, and by now, Wei Ying had become pretty skilled at reading when Lan Zhan was open to seduction. Still, the moment before he could be sure that Lan Zhan was willing to respond was always a nerve-wracking one. Luckily today, Lan Zhan’s hands on his waist spoke a clear language.

He grinned up at Lan Zhan and said cheekily, “I’ve been wanting to get fucked into my mattress very, very thoroughly all day. Honestly, I think all that’s between me and twelve hours of sleep is one good orgasm.”

Lan Zhan didn’t reply, but his hands squeezed Wei Ying’s waist once in response to Wei Ying’s words.

Wei Ying moaned in return, leaning up to press soft kisses against Lan Zhan’s lips.

“You can do with me whatever you want,” he promised. “I’m all yours.”

His clumsy attempt at seduction was apparently deemed sufficient, because Lan Zhan started herding Wei Ying towards his bedroom.

Being in Lan Zhan’s care was always amazing, because Lan Zhan never failed to really take care of everything, especially in moments like these. He silently guided Wei Ying to his bed, stripped him out of his clothing (folding and putting everything away properly, which shouldn’t be hot but was, anyway), then readied lube and condoms, and before long, he was arranging Wei Ying on the bed with almost adorable intent and focus.

Wei Ying let it all happen; he felt too lazy to move on his own volition and was perfectly willing to let Lan Zhan take the wheel after he had signalled his willingness. Lan Zhan moved his limbs around, lifted his hips, and suddenly, Wei Ying found himself in a position where he was more or less pinned on the bed, open for Lan Zhan but not really able to move otherwise.

It was perfect. This was exactly what he had fantasised about. When Lan Zhan worked him open and slowly pushed into him, he was unable to do anything but moan and take what Lan Zhan was giving him. It was incredible, getting slowly fucked into the mattress by Lan Zhan. As he was wont to do, he tortured Wei Ying, letting his orgasm build slowly as he thoroughly worked Wei Ying’s body with precise movements. He had never really told Lan Zhan as much, feeling that such a confession end up on the wrong side of revealing, but he felt safe in Lan Zhan’s hands, and only this let something inside him unfurl slowly, something that had been tense and stressed out all day.

It wasn’t necessarily the physical act in itself that made Wei Ying want to sleep with Lan Zhan occasionally, but this feeling of safety, of being taken care of that Lan Zhan seemed to naturally inspire. He sometimes got horny for that feeling alone.

When he finally came, it was with an almost hazy, sluggish kind of intensity, one that made his eyes close and sleep pull at his consciousness almost before he knew it.

He felt a gentle hand on is back, and a whispered ‘Sleep,’ and then he was gone.

---

When Wei Ying woke up the next morning, finally feeling halfway rested again, Lan Zhan was obviously long gone. He always woke so much earlier than Wei Ying, and had probably finished half of his planned tasks for the day already. It was enough to make one feel bad about one’s own achievements, if Wei Ying didn’t have absolutely no hope of every reaching Lan Zhan’s levels of competence.

Wei Ying stretched lazily and wandered into the kitchen to look of food. His plans today mostly consisted of eating and lazing around; the first day in a long while that he would be able to enjoy without having to stress about work, and he intended to enjoy it by doing absolutely nothing.

In the kitchen, he found breakfast prepared for him already – Lan Zhan really was too good to him! Grateful, Wei Ying sat down and dug in with enthusiasm.

Once he was finished, he considered for one moment that he should probably go to the bathroom and try to make himself at least somewhat presentable, but he really wasn’t feeling it. His primary goal today was to vegetate. He didn’t need to look actually human to do that. Instead of going to the bathroom, therefore, he went in search of Lan Zhan. It didn’t take long; he found him in the living room, reading a book on the sofa.

Without ceremony, Wei Ying flopped onto the sofa next to Lan Zhan, leaning his weight onto Lan Zhan’s shoulder. Lan Zhan, Wei Ying couldn’t help but notice, looked and smelled as good as he always did, while Wei Ying was still a disaster zone. It was truly enviable. Not that Wei Ying felt he had enough energy to put effort into it, right now.

“Ah, Lan Zhan,” he sighed, rubbing his face against Lan Zhan’s shoulder. “What would I do without a roommate like you? You are the best. Roommate of the year. Maybe of the century. The breakfast wasn’t needed, but appreciated anyway.”

He had expected one of Lan Zhan’s customary little “Hn”s, ignoring Wei Ying in favour of keeping his eyes on the book he was reading. Instead, he felt Lan Zhan’s posture grow stiff, right before Wei Ying was gently pushed off of Lan Zhan, and Lan Zhan heaved a heavy sigh that Wei Ying didn’t know how to interpret.

“Wei Ying,” Lan Zhan said with a certain sense of gravity in his voice, not quite looking at Wei Ying. “I hate to agree with your brother on anything, but I think he was not entirely wrong when he told you that you have the emotional capacity of a brick.”

Wei Ying jerked back a little. He wouldn’t want to admit it, but the words hurt.

He knew that he wasn’t always the most sensitive person on the planet, but for Lan Zhan to use words like that… He racked his brain, trying to think of what he had done to make Lan Zhan this upset.

Lan Zhan had cooked for him yesterday without Wei Ying asking him to do it, and Wei Ying had said thank you. Wei Ying had asked for sex, but he’d checked in with Lan Zhan first to make sure he was okay with it. And the rest of the time, he’d been unconscious.

Was Lan Zhan upset that he hadn’t really done his share of housework lately, since he’d been so busy with his job?

“Lan Zhan, I –” he laughed nervously, pushing his hands through his hair. “You’re probably right about that, because I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

Lan Zhan sent him a look, which was somewhat less angry than Wei Ying had expected it to be (what a relief, Lan Zhan wasn’t actually angry at him), and then he sighed.

“Wei Ying,” he said, and suddenly he sounded a little sad. “You keep calling me roommate.”

“That’s… what you are?” Wei Ying asked, confused.

Apparently, that had been the wrong thing to say, because Lan Zhan’s expression soured.

“Lan Zhan!” Wei Ying exclaimed, keeping himself from latching onto Lan Zhan at the last moment. He doubted Lan Zhan wanted Wei Ying to touch him again right now. “Is that wrong?”

Lan Zhan huffed once.

“No, I guess it is not,” he pressed out. “I had simply hoped I would at least merit a ‘friend’ by now.”

Wei Ying gaped at Lan Zhan. Sat and stared at him in disbelief, watching as Lan Zhan’s ears slowly turned a brilliant pink.

“Lan Zhan!” he exclaimed, and then he couldn’t go on, because he was choked with too many feelings.

Lan Zhan, that Lan Zhan, considered him a friend?

A friend??

“Wait,” Wei Ying suddenly realised. “At least a friend?”

Lan Zhan sent him the flattest look he had ever seen. It was genuinely impressive.

“We’re fucking, Wei Ying,” he said, in a tone of voice equally as flat.

There was a beat of silence, a pronouncing ringing that went through the living room, freezing the air in between them for a moment.

And then Wei Ying tipped his head up and burst into laughter, loud and unrestrained. How could he not? Lan Zhan was funny, and Wei Ying was so relieved, and so happy, and…

“I thought you were barely tolerating me, Lan Zhan,” Wei Ying sighed as he back flopped against the sofa, the sudden storm of emotions ravaging his already exhausted body and dragging him back down as he took a deep breath. “I never thought you would ever –”

He bit on his lips and looked up at Lan Zhan. Lan Zhan, who always took such good care of him.

Lan Zhan, who–

“I love you, Lan Zhan.”

The words left his lips almost against his will.

How could he not say that, when Lan Zhan looked at him with soft, molten eyes, the trace of a blush still staining his cheeks a pretty pink?

He loved this man.

“I really love you, Lan Zhan,” he couldn’t help but repeat. “So, you see, maybe slightly more emotional capacity than a brick. Though I wouldn’t–”

Lan Zhan, judging from the way he lifted Wei Ying into his lap, pressed their hot faces together, and peppered Wei Ying’s lips and cheeks with little kisses, apparently felt the same.  

Definitely more than the emotional capacity of a brick.