#This is hands down my favorite pose set I have EVER done

[bi-disastersoup]

WolGraha Week - Day 2: ~Date~

It started out as a cozy book date, but then it quickly morphed into a cozy sleeping date... whoops!

Zala belongs to @nearlyjaye, and I am forever grateful to them for allowing me to play with her so freely.

[arminsumi]

hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[tvgirlzz]

Gwen Stacy x fem!reader

notes: did not proofread this but enjoy 😣 also the only story I’ve really written was an English assignment on a book so feel free to give critiques if you have any 😋👍

“Sit still, Gwen!” You laughed as she moved uncomfortably.

Gwen had snuck into your window and while you were trying to decide what you wanted to make your art project on. Your teacher said it ‘had to be something close to you and not a random thing you traced from the internet.’ It was unbelievable the amount of times someone in your class used a dog they never met before for their project. Being the amazing girlfriend you are, you decided to make your project on her.

Which brings you to now, watching Gwen squirm uncontrollably on your bed.

“How long is this gonna take Y/N? I don’t think I can feel my butt anymore.” She complained, shifting around.

“Not long, I swear! Only a few more minutes.” Your brush delicately strokes, the light watercolors slightly dripping down the canvas. Painting beautiful pastel colors such as blue for her eyes, yellow to match her blonde hair, and topping it off with a pink and purple background.

Making sure to miss no detail, you picked up a small tipped brush. Carefully painting the small dots of her freckles, to the small, visible veins on her hands.

“Are you done yet? Lemme see!” She stood up, picking at the canvas in front of you.

“No! Sit down!” You lightly pushed her back down, moving her hands so she could pose again.

“It’s supposed to be a surprise. You can see the finished product once my teacher grades it.”

Setting the brush down, your eyes scanned all over the canvas. Sighing, you bit your lip nervously. This was good, right? You knew your art teacher was a hard critic but very easy on the grading. So why were you nervous?

“What’s wrong, babe?” Gwen furrowed her eyebrows as she tried to read your facial expression. She stood up and walked behind you, wrapping her arms around your shoulders and laying her head on top of yours.

“If it makes you feel any better, I love it.” She knew you didn’t want her to see it yet, but she couldn’t help it. Your art was one of her favorite things about you. How different and unique it was.

“You weren’t supposed to see it yet..” You whispered in a downhearted tone.

She kissed the top of your head and hugged her tighter. “I know, but I can’t help myself. Your art is so beautiful.” Gwen was trying to cheer you up since she knew how much pressure you put on yourself to make these projects perfect.

“And your muse is pretty hot, don’t you think?” She smirked and poked your cheek.

Letting out a chuckle, you let your lips curve into a small smile. “Yeah, she is. The prettiest muse ever.” You move your head to look up at her.

She smiled back at her and gave you a sweet peck on the lips. “Don’t worry about this, okay? You’re the best artist ever and probably better than everyone in your class. I’ve seen some of those works and damn- it’s awful.”

“Maybe we’ve seen different works because everyone in my class is advanced.”

She gasped. “You call Ned’s self portrait advanced?!”

“That’s different, he’s just really bad at art.” You stood up from your stool, let Gwen’s arm slide off of you. Picking up the canvas, you move it to your desk where it can hopefully dry. Then, you felt Gwen grab your waist as she turned you around to look at her.

“I love you, alright? And if you don’t get a good grade on this, just know that I still think you’re the best artist in the world.” She placed one hand on your hip and the other resting on your cheek, stroking it lovingly with her thumb.

“I love you too.” You replied in a soft tone. She smiled at you and leaned down to give you a kiss.

Pulling away, she moved her hand down into your pants pocket. “Now come on, I want to lay down together and binge a show. That’s why I came here.”

“Alright, you can pick.” You handed her your tv remote and crawled into your bed. She hopped in after you and laid her head down on your chest, letting you run your fingers through her hair.

As you and Gwen spent the rest of the night watching 90’s television shows, your art project slowly dried on your desk. Leaving bright, colorful watercolor marks as Gwen’s painted face stood still on the canvas.

She was really the prettiest muse you could ever have.

{ written by @loversrockxx please don’t steal 🙏🏽 }

[wandussyfantasy]

Waiting

Summary: Wanda and Reader pass time together while they wait to hear back from Natasha and Steve.

Word Count: 1.9k

Warnings: Smut, 18+ only, MINORS DNI, spanking, biting, scratching

“Any word?” You tiredly asked as you flopped on the bed of the hotel, exhausted and sore from fighting on the mission. It was supposed to be a quick in and out operation but the wire you used to hover was snapped and the alarm was set off. Wanda had to swoop in and rescue you, which wasn’t ideal for people on the run to be spotted. It’s sometimes acceptable for one, but for two, it’s a major risk.

Wanda checks the communicator again but no new messages have been received. “No, nothing yet. How are you feeling?” She walks over to stand over you.

“I’m fine, just sore. I’m going to have to talk to Nat about finding newer supplies, I can’t do my job if my equipment makes that impossible.” You pull out the device that failed you as you look at the old thing. Since being on the run, everyone has had to adjust to working with what you have and what you can acquire. “Hey, is Vision coming to visit you anytime soon? Maybe you can have him bring some from my old stash. If Tony hasn’t thrown it out by now.”

Wanda shrugs, “I’ll try to get the message to him.” You thank her as you get out of the bed. “Where are you going?”

“Shower, want to join?” You ask with a grin and a wink. Wanda grabs one of the pillows and tosses it at you. “No need to get violent little witch,” you chuckle as you toss the pillow on the bed and enter the bathroom. When you take your grimey uniform off of your body, you’re disgusted by the dirt and blood that it’s covered in. You’ve been living in this thing for months and you were sick of it. You pull the hotel robe on and gather the outfit off of the floor. “Do you think it would be too risky to have the hotel clean these? Steve always says it's risky but I can’t be stealthy if they can smell me a mile away,” you look up from your clothes.

“What are you doing?”Wanda is laid out in an inviting pose on the bed completely naked. At your question she moves to her knees and beckons you to the edge of the bed with her finger.

“I figured we'd get bored waiting again and just thought we'd skip the usual fight against what we're feeling.” She dips her delicate fingers in the opening of the robe and drags her finger tips down the length of your torso. “You can tell me to stop,” she whispers against your lips as she hooks her fingers around the belt of the robe. You kiss her in response. Wanda frees you of the robe and you let it pool around your feet before leaning into her more. After months of spending alone time with Wanda in one hotel room to another, it got tougher and tougher to ignore the tension between the two of you. It started with a boring night in a rundown motel room that had a fully stocked mini bar. Followed by nights of pretending to be bored and acting as if nothing could happen between the two of you again. Now she was done with all of that and so were you. It's not that there was any reason they couldn't be together. A relationship just didn't seem like something in the cards right now.

Your arms wrap around her as you lay her down on the bed. “Fuck Wanda,” you moan when she reaches between your legs and wraps her hand around your growing cock. She smiles from the effect she has on you, forcing you to move your lips from hers to every other part of her. She moves her head to the side to grant you more access to your favorite spots on her. They would make her crumble under your lips and it made you feel powerful. To be able to control the pleasure of one of the most powerful people you've ever known and have her begging you for more was an indescribable feeling.

Wanda's movements begin to get sloppy as your actions cause her to lose focus. You move your hands delicately along the smooth skin of her body. Leaving trails of goosebumps behind. When your lips reach the tops of her breasts you look up to watch her reaction. You continue to place your kisses until you get to her left nipple. You start by leisurely dragging the tip of your tongue in a circle before closing your mouth on her breast. She lets out a satisfied sigh. Wanda moves her hands into your hair to comb her fingers through it as you give attention to her other breast with your right hand.

Getting a little creative, Wanda starts rubbing your penis against her pussy until you get the hint and start rolling your hips, switching the attention of your mouth to her right breast. You grunt as she lets go of you and you feel how dripping wet she is as her natural lubricant leaks onto your cock, making you want to skip everything and go straight to the finish line. But you don't. You can't. There's still so much that you want to do.

Once you're done playing with her breasts, you move further down her soft body until you are face to face with her beautiful pussy. You kiss her mound a couple times as a thank you for the access. Wanda has one leg bent up and the other laying flat on the bed. You massage both with your hands as you begin to eat her out. She covers her mouth with the pillow to muffle her moans once she feels your tongue inside of her. As much as you would love to hear her be as loud as possible, it was safer that the two of you take extra precautions. The last thing the team needs is for the two of you to get caught because of a noise complaint.

While you move your tongue through her warm folds, occasionally sticking it through her hole and sucking on her clit, you use one hand to cover the rest of your thick cock with her fluids. Wanda is clutching the pillow to her face at your maneuvers and playing with her breasts with her free hand. And when she starts to give off the impression that she is close to cumming, you pull away completely. Making her squirm and groan in frustration as she now desperately needs that release.

Wanda removes the pillow from her face so she can plead with you but you shake your head. “Not yet,” you continue to tug on your dick, fondling your balls a little bit. Wanda's breathing slows down some and you climb back on top of her. “Good girl,” you praise as you caress her cheek and go in for a sweet kiss. She whimpers at your treatment, she was loving every second of it.

Without warning, you penetrate her fully. She makes a surprised sound making your cock twitch inside of her. You pull all of the way out and make your way back in slowly, starting with just the tip. You control yourself only going in a little bit further each time. She tries to lock her legs around you to pull you in further, but you press your thumb on her clitoris to make her legs fall open. Her body arches up against you, breaking the kiss. So you suck on her throat as you continue to enter her, inch by inch with each drawn out thrust.

“Please,” Wanda chokes out. You ask her what she wants against her collarbone. “Harder, faster,” she whispers. You give into her request and begin to pound her harder and faster. Losing all control and giving into the overwhelming pleasure until you want to switch into a different position. You pull out of her suddenly and pull her up to her knees. “What are you doing?”

You sit against the headboard and pat your lap. “Sit,” you tell her and she smiles as she climbs on top of you. Wanda slides down on your cock easier. She has both hands on your shoulders to help her ride you and you have your hands on her buttcheeks. Wanda bounces up and down on your cock and even stops every few seconds to grind her hips into yours.

“Spank me,” she gasps out as the two of you pick up the pace. The request would have surprised the both of you if neither of you were so lost in the haze. You do as she asks and it elicits a loud moan from her that you’re quick to cover her mouth with your hand to muffle. As a punishment for being too loud, you spank her two more times. When you remove your hand from her mouth, Wanda thanks you and brings you in a sloppy and heated kiss.

As the tension begins to grow close again, you realize you’ll have to end this session soon. So you lock her arms around your neck and hold her body close to yours and pound into her harder and faster. Her walls tighten around you deliciously and when she is close to screaming, Wanda gets bold again and clamps down on your shoulder, sending you over the edge faster than you were ready for. The last couple thrusts are jagged and slow because of the force of your orgasm throwing you off your rhythm. You spill everything deep inside of her. The feeling of you exploding inside of her for the first time makes Wanda experience an orgasm like no other. She is digging her nails into your skin as she clutches to you for dear life.

When the two of you come down, Wanda apologizes for having added to your injuries. Along with the cuts and bruises you had sustained from the mission itself. You now sported nails and bite marks from Wanda. Something that you didn’t mind at all. “It’s okay, love.” You kiss her lips but Wanda still feels bad so she kisses the markings she made. “Now I’m yours,” you say to cheer her up.

“Mm, don’t say that. We won’t have time to clean up if you get me yearning for more,” Wanda says as she lifts herself off of your softening dick. “Speaking of which, you’re right. We might be able to send our clothes out to be cleaned but I’ve been working on a solution for that.” She Stands up and grabs your forgotten uniform off of the ground and waves her hand over it. The uniform looks brand new which you should have reacted to immediately but your attention was lost on your cum spilling out of her and rolling down the inside of her thigh. You lick your lips as you begin to fantasize causing your cock to be standing up ready for another round when Wanda turns to you. She shakes her head as she notices your erection. “No, go shower,” she says as she points to the bathroom.

“Come on, you could join me,” you grin when she considers the offer.

“Fine, but after that, no more for the rest of the night. We have to be on alert.” You excitedly follow her into the bathroom as you agree to her conditions.

The End.

[winchesterwild78]

Chance Meeting Part 10 (pt 1)

Part 9

18+ Minors DO NOT interact

This is my first ever fan fiction. I adore Jensen Ackles and have no hate towards his family. In this he’s single. I’m not sure exactly how to do this so any suggestions or feedback is appreciated. Please be kind and all mistakes are my own. All work is mine. Please don’t copy it.

Warnings: fluff, angst, smut, Jensen being a sweetheart

Chapter/ Trigger Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex (cover it up y’all), fluff, small moment of insecurity

A/N: I’m working hard on making sure the chapters get done quickly. I don’t want to leave you hanging for too long. If you have any suggestions please let me know. This chapter finds our lovebirds in Texas. Small time jump noted. Apparently I got a bit long winded on this chapter so it’s in 2 parts 😏 Enjoy 😁

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Your alarm went off early the next morning and you groaned as you tried to turn over to turn it off. You couldn’t move because Jensen was wrapped around your body. As you pulled he groaned and kept holding on tight. “Babe, I’ve got to turn off the alarm” you said while chuckling. He loosened his grip and you reached over and turned off the alarm. Once the room filled with silence Jensen grabbed you and pulled you back to him. “Can’t we stay here and not get up” he asked burying his face into your chest. “I wish we could, but we still have a drive ahead of us. We’ve got to get going so we can get home.” You said as you placed a kiss on the top of his head. “Home” he said softly with a smile on his face. You smiled at the thought of creating a home with him. Just 2 short months ago you met this incredible man and now you’re starting a life with him. You were so happy and in love. Jensen leaned up and kissed your lips as he started to roll out of bed.

You both took showers, packed your bags and left the room hand in hand. You stopped in the lobby to grab a quick breakfast and coffee. You walked to the front desk to turn in your room key and check out. The clerk was just as friendly as the woman the night before. She was younger and kept looking at Jensen. You thanked her and walked back to Jensen who was sipping coffee. “I think the clerk recognizes you, Jens” you said when you sat down. He had his hat on but not his sunglasses. He glanced over his shoulder and tipped his head at her making her blush and giggle. “Yep, she sure does” he said laughing. You rolled your eyes laughing. “You seem to have that affect on all women, don’t you babe” you said while grabbing his free hand. Y’all finished up your food and Jensen made another coffee for the road. As you two were walking towards the door the clerk came around the counter. “Um, excuse me. Are you Jensen Ackles” she asked softly. “Yes ma’am I am. Is there anything you need” he asked. “If it wouldn’t be too much trouble can I get a selfie with you.” She asked. Jensen flashed her his killer smile and said “no trouble at all, darling”. “Let me take it” you said reaching for her phone. Jensen and her posed for a few pictures and you took many so she could pick her favorite. She thanked you both and Jensen gave her a quick hug. He grabbed your hand intertwining his fingers with yours. He brought your hand up to his lips and kissed you. “Thanks for that sweetheart” he said. “Of course, I know how you feel about your fans” you said looking up at him. You both climbed into the car and took off towards Texas.

——-time jump————-

As the sun was starting to set in the blue Texas sky your car pulled into Jensen’s driveway. You sat in your seat looking at the gorgeous house in front of you. Your eyes were wide and a smile was on your face. “Do you like it, sweetheart” Jensen asked. “Oh my goodness Jensen it’s beautiful” you said with excitement in your voice. “Then let’s get inside” he said getting out of the car. He grabbed your hand and walks you up the stone steps to the massive wood door. He opened the door and let you step inside first. Your gasped and stopped taking in the beautiful view. The house was an open floor plan with wall to wall dark hardwood floors. An open dining room was to your left and to your right was a large family room. You saw comfortable couches, a television and toys in the corner. You smiled knowing those were Jensen’s children’s toys and it was nice to see they had space in his home. Jensen stepped in behind you and whispered in your ear “welcome home, baby.” You smiled and turned around. Tears were in your eyes. He wrapped his arms around you and kissed your lips. A single tear slipped out and he wiped it away. “Oh baby, don’t cry” he said. “Oh Jensen, I’m not sad. I’m just so happy and overwhelmed. I can see a future here with you and our children here together. I can’t wait to start our life together” you said while holding him tight.

“Let me call the kids and tell them I’m home and then I’ll take you on a tour and we’ll grab our bags.” Jensen said as he pulled out his phone. “Okay. I need to call mine too” you said as you sat down on the couch. You called your kids and told them you made it to Texas. They were excited and couldn’t wait to visit soon. You told them with Christmas coming up maybe they could fly to Texas and we could spend Christmas together. You know they are busy with their lives, but hopefully you could work it out. After you got off the phone you stood up and started looking at the pictures on the wall. You could hear Jensen still talking on the phone and he was laughing at something his kids said. You love his laugh, but his laugh was lighter and full of love when talking to his kids. It made your heart melt. The first picture you saw was Jensen with his kids. All of them wore smiles that stretched across their faces and they seemed genuinely happy. As you walked and looked at more you saw pictures of Jared and his family, Jensen’s family and there was even a few of him with his kids and ex. You were staring at his ex when he walked in the room. He noticed you looking at the picture and walked beside you. She’s definitely beautiful and the complete opposite of you, but you tried to push those thoughts away. Jensen grabbed your hand and you looked at him. “Everything okay, sweetheart” he said with a twinge of sadness in his eyes. “Yeah, I’m okay. You’ve got a beautiful family.” You said smiling and pointing to the picture. Jensen stood there for a minute looking between you and the picture. “Thank you, hopefully one day we’ll take a picture with all the kids and add a picture here of our beautiful family.” He said looking at you trying to figure out if there was something wrong. “Hey, I’m okay. I promise. I love that you have a picture of her here. It’s important for the kids to have pictures of her here too. She will always be there mother no matter what happened between you two.” You said while looking into his beautiful green eyes. “How did I get so lucky with you” he asked while cupping your face. You learned into his hands and he kissed you. “I’m the lucky one” you whispered.

He grabbed your hand and said “come on let’s take that tour.” You giggled as he pulled you with him. He stopped in the kitchen and you took in the beauty. As you walked to each room everything was decorated modern but family friendly. You followed Jensen upstairs and he showed you the kid’s bedrooms, the two guest rooms and he stopped outside a set of double doors. He opened them to reveal a huge master bedroom with a king sized bed in the center of the room. There were two walk in closets on either side of the room, a sliding glass door that leads to a balcony and the bathroom was bigger than your living room in your old apartment. There was a double vanity, a jetted tub and a separate shower big enough for two. You smiled thinking about all the wonderful memories you’re going to make in this home with Jensen and your families. Jensen walked up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. “How do you like it y/n?” He asked as he kissed your cheek. “I love it. The house is beautiful and I can’t wait to make memories with you and our family here.” You said as you turned around. “Good, I’m glad and I can’t wait either” he said smiling down at you. “Now let’s go grab our bags and figure out dinner” he said pulling you towards the door.

About 30 minutes later your bags were in the house and the pizza Jensen ordered was on its way. You two sat on the sofa snuggled together under a blanket watching tv. Jensen was running his fingers through your hair while your head was on his shoulder. You sat up quickly and he jumped a little. “You okay y/n” he asked puzzled. “I just realized it’s a few weeks until Christmas and you haven’t decorated. Do you wait for the kids to decorate” you asked. “I usually put up the tree and they help decorate it but I have no idea where to start with the other decorations. My ex did most of that” he said. “Do you mind if I help” you asked a little nervous. “Y/N, you are part of this family now. This is your home too. If you want to decorate then go all out. I want you to make this your home. Decorating, adding things, taking things away. I don’t care. This is OUR home, not just mine anymore. Tomorrow we will get out all the decorations we have and anything else we need we will buy. The kids will be here this weekend so we can decorate the tree together. All of us.” He said as he captures your lips in a kiss.

The kiss was soft at first but then deepened and was full of love and passion. Jensen pulled you onto his lap deepening the kiss while his hands ran up your body and into your hair. You moaned into his mouth as he bit your bottom lip. Jensen’s hands pulled at the hem of your shirt and slid his hand under and brushed against your breasts. You gasped at his touch and goosebumps formed on your skin. Every touch of his fingers sent electricity through your body. You craved his touch and he craved yours. His hands reached around and unhooked your bra. He smiled on your lips as your breath hitched. He pulled your shirt over your head and you slipped out of your bra. “Fuck” he growled as he took one breast in his mouth and his hand grabbed the other. You could feel your wetness pool between your legs and his hardness form in his jeans. You grind yourself into his bulge sending a shockwave through your core. Jensen pushes you onto the couch and starts to unbutton your pants. His fingers are hooked in your pants and with a one swift movement he pulls them off. Leaving you in nothing but your dripping wet panties. He pulls his shirt over his head and leans down hovering over your body. His hand travels to your panties where he feels your wetness. He smirks and pulls them off. Sliding his hand through your folds . “Damn baby you’re soaked. All this for me?” He said with a smile. “Please Jensen” was all you could breathe out. “Please what baby. Use your words.” He said playfully. “Please make me cum. I need you” you were able to say through hitching breaths. He kneeled down and started to devour your clit and he slid a finger in. You grabbed his hair with one hand and the couch with the other. You started to grind your hips as he inserted another finger. You felt the familiar coil tightening in your core. Just as you were about to cum the doorbell rang and there was a knock on the door. “Fuck” you and Jensen both said. Jensen got up and grabbed his shirt and you grabbed a blanket to wrap around yourself. He smiled at you and said “don’t go anywhere, I’ll be right back for you.” You smiled and nodded. Jensen answered the door to find a pizza delivery driver standing there with your dinner. Jensen took the pizza and paid him. Thanking him he closed the door. You giggled when you saw the pizza. You forgot the pizza was on the way and you figured he did too. Jensen put the pizza in the kitchen and came back to the living room pulling off his shirt. “Now, where were we” he said with a smirk. You stood up and walked over to him and said “Right about here” you dropped the blanket and walked backwards towards the stairs. Jensen smirked and stepped closer to you. You climbed the stairs and headed down the hallway to your new shared bedroom. Jensen was hot on your heals as giggles and laughter filled the hallway. You got to the door and he caught you. Pushing you against the door kissing you deeply.

Part 2

[bookish-library]

The Underworld Saga, Monster

Everyone's favorite act ending, it's time for Monster! The fog is back into play, staging symbolism is more prominent than ever, and Odysseus starts to break down (and put his acting chops to work)! I have already started to work on the Troy Saga, so that should be out soon!

Ao3 link here, full story under the cut! Apologies for any formatting errors, I'm on mobile

Segue from NO LONGER YOU

ODYSSEUS is still mid-extension. Lights still Underworld, neutral black/grey. Fog machines continue. Lots of allowance for Odysseus to do his acting thing.

ODYSSEUS:

How has everything been turned against us?

How did suffering become so endless?

How am I to reunite with my estranged? (glance to wedding ring)

Do I need to change?

(He begins to cross to extension walkway up to mainstage but does not step onto main. He is no longer in the state of mind that the extension stage represents) 

CUE: Ship extension set descend to be taken off, send back up ASAP

ODYSSEUS (looking around, turning to face audience):

I'm surrounded by the souls of those I've lost

I'm the only one whose line I haven't crossed

What if the greatest threat we'll find across the sea (realization)

Is me?

What if I'm the monster?

What if I'm in the wrong?

What if I'm the problem that's been hiding all along?

What if I'm the one who killed you (glance down at/hold light on chest)

Every time I caved to guilt?

What if I've been far too kind to foes

But a monster to ourselves?

What if I'm the monster?

(ODYSSEUS begins to pace the extension, mentioning each new foe facing a different direction: Polyphemus SL, Circe between SL and CS, Poseidon SR, and Himself CS, facing SR slightly. Character images will be projected onto mainstage fog. Each time a character image appears, it will stay up until directed)

Is the cyclops struck with guilt when he kills?                                                     PROJECTION: POLYPHEMUS, MSR, character pose with club, red ceiling spotlight

Is he up in the middle of the night?               

Or does he end my men to avenge his friend                                                     PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

And then sleep knowing he has done him right?

When the witch turns men to pigs to protect her nymphs                               PROJECTION: CIRCE, MSL, character pose, red ceiling spotlight

is she going insane?                                                                                       

Or did she learn to be colder when she got older                                            PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

and now she saves them the pain? 

When a god comes down and makes a fleet drown                                        PROJECTION: POSEIDON, MSCR, character pose with trident, red ceiling spotlight

Is he scared that he's doing something wrong?                               

Or does he keep us in check so we must respect him                                      PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

And now no one dares to piss him off? 

Does a soldier use a wooden horse to kill                                                            PROJECTION: ODYSSEUS, MSCL, baby bundle in hand, red ceiling spotlight

sleeping Trojans 'cause he is vile?                                             

Or does he throw away his remorse                                                                    PROJECTION: Same image, change to white ceiling spotlight

and save more lives with guile? 

(debating) If I became the monster, and threw that guilt away

Would that make us stronger?

Would it keep our foes at bay?

If I became the monster to everyone but us

And made sure we got home again

Who would care if we're unjust?

If I became the

FALLEN SOLDIERS:

Monster

ODYSSEUS (nodding to himself, a realization

of what this phrase means):                                                                                       FALLEN SOLDIERS:

Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves       Monster                           

And deep down I know this well

(Ramping up, gesturing for each instance)

I lost my best friend

I lost my mentor, my mom

(Gestures to the extension stage, where ship set usually is)

Five hundred men gone, this can't go on

(Mind made up, strong movements)

I must get to see Penelope and Telemachus

So if we must sail (he begins to cross up to mainstage, movements sharp)

through dangerous oceans and beaches

I'll go where Poseidon won't reach us

(reaching the mainstage steps, he stares down his fog projection, one foot on the mainstage)

And if I gotta drop another infant from a wall

In an instant so we all don't die

ODYSSEUS:                                                                     ALL:

Then I'll become the

Monster (He steps fully onto the mainstage     Monster

and slashes through his projection. It disappears)

I will deal the blow

And I'll become the

Monster (Cross further SL, slash through Monster

CIRCE, disappears)                                   

Like none they've ever known

So what if I'm the

Monster (Cross SR, slash POSEIDON, Monster

disappears) 

Lurking deep below?

I must become the

Monster (Cross further SR, slash Monster

POLYPHEMUS, disappears) 

And then we'll make it home

(Crossing to CS)                                                            Monster

(Beating his chest, music timed, a callback to “Horse/Infant”) 

Penelope                                                                     

    Monster

Telemachus

                                                                                    Monster

Oh, ruthlessness is mercy upon ourselves

                                                                                         Monster

I'll become the monster

(When final note strikes, Lights blackout and the light on ODYSSEUS’s chest, previously white [or whatever color represents his crew] changes to a bright red [same/similar red to ceiling lights] [callback to how Poseidon appears]. All that is visible mainstage is the red light, shining through the fog.)

BLACKOUT

(END ACT ONE)

[crowdsourced-webcomic-reviews]

Last Light by Indigosio

Last Light is a scifi comic set in an outpost on the edge of a mysterious and dangerous space anomaly called the Voidhole. The voidhole is believed to contain vast amounts of the substance used to power wormholes, making it the center of an intergalactic arms race— unfortunately, of the many explorers sent into the anomaly, only one has ever returned. The story follows space explorer Daniel Delgado as he works to become the next person to investigate the Voidhole… and he doesn’t care if he ever comes back.

Based on author notes I think that as the story progresses the author plans to show more of Daniel’s space exploration and character development while isolated from his love ones, so for the purposes of this review I’m only talking about chapter one (the comic is about 100 pages right now and is just getting started on the second chapter). But so far in the comic I really really love how conflicting motives play out in the plot so far. Daniel’s depressing motives are murky and misunderstood by his loved ones, who are desperate to stop him from going on this one-way-trip to who-knows-where and do whatever they can to force or coerce Daniel into backing down from his mission. But other people in this world have their own arms-race-related reasons to want the mission to continue and are determined to help Daniel get there.

Despite the premise I’ve gotta say this comic is VERY funny. The humor is very webcomic-y, has a lot of slapstick and kinda random energy, but the pacing of it works very well! It’s made me laugh out loud. The sillier brand of humor also honestly works really well with the lonelier, more desperate underlying tones of the plot. 

The pacing just in general is really well done— the setup feels well thought out and well executed, there are a lot of little mysteries and little world building details and character arc setups already, it’s a strong foundation and really speaks well for the author’s writing abilities. Also REALLY like the characters and want to see more of them! I’m SO in love with Daniel’s weird old lady mentor she’s SO perfect. 

The art is really graphic and cartoony. Sometimes art like this ends up looking kind of stiff to me, and I think there are places in this comic where the art is so smooth that it has almost a clinical feel to it that doesn’t quite always work. On the other hand, there are SO many good poses and panel setups here, several of the characters have really expressive ways of moving and overall I think the art does a really good job of telling the story. I love how the wormholes look!! And I also think the character designs are super super fun, there are some truly goofy character costuming choices in this comic and it rocks.

Overall this is one of my current favorite random finds on Comic Fury! Feels almost like a little bit of a throwback to the style of narrative webcomics that were popular back in like 2015-16, almost makes it feel nostalgic to read. also I can’t wait to see aliens :)

[airplanned]

So here is what happened in the One Piece that I read yesterday.

1.

So Zoro goes into town and stops at the sword shop and tells the guy, "I have $1,000, and I need two swords.  What have you got?" And the shop keeper is disgusted and tells him to check the bargain bin.  Zoro checks the bargain bin.

He finds a sword that's actually pretty good, much to the shop keeper's dismay until the shop keeper realizes, oh, it's that sword.  That sword is cursed.

Zoro's like, "Fuck yeah!  Cursed sword! :D"

The shop keeper then says, "oh, if you like cursed swords, I have this other cursed sword that's also very good.  You can have it.  No charge.  Just get them out of my store!"  And Zoro's like, "Bad ass!  Two free swords! :D"

My bae informs me that Zoro's two cursed swords are never mentioned again ever.

2.

Nami agreed to loan him the thousand berries at "3,000% interest," and Zoro was dumb enough to agree to this.  When he comes back and immediately hands her the money back, she informs him that he still owes her $3,000, because of interest.

This is not how interest works, and has set off a debate between me and my bae.  I think that Nami doesn't know how interest works, and Zoro (who also doesn't know how interest works) is agreeing to whatever she says.  They are both dumbasses.  My bae thinks that Nami does know how interest works, but she knows Zoro doesn't, so she's just naming exorbitant numbers because he'll go along with it.

3.

"This woman is being weirdly kind to me, and we have common interests in swords, and she looks way too much like my dead childhood friend, and I don't know what to do with all these emotions, so I WILL DEFEAT YOU IN SINGLE COMBAT! I CHALLENGE YOU TO A DUEL!"

4.

My bae informed me that everyone has a character who they wish had joined the crew but didn't, and they're low key mad about it.  I announced that I am mad that the Depressed Whale didn't join the crew.  Because I pick favorites early.

But think about it!  That whale had a dream to go home, and the only way he can get there is to circumnavigate the globe, so he should go with them.  He can get super strong during the time skip and come back twice as big with a canon on his head and a terrible outfit.

My bae says that most people wish Vivi had joined the crew, but I don't know about that Vivi.  She tried to kill the Depressed Whale.

5.

Zoro, Nami, and Vivi get their feet stuck in wax, and wax is raining down on them, slowly turning them to statues.  (Bear with me here.)  So Zoro has a big speechy-speech about how if he's going to die anyway, he's going to die fighting, and therefore he's going to cut off his own legs so he can...fight?  He's a dumbass.  Anyway, somehow, his speechy-speech convinces Vivi that he has a valid point (he doesn't), and she's like, "Fuck yeah!  Cut off my legs too!"

Thirty seconds later, Luffy and Usopp show up, and Zoro's like, "oh, okay, I won't cut my legs off," completely forgetting his speechy-speech.  But they are not rescued immediately, and end up standing around for a while while Luffy fights.  Zoro then decides that if he's going to be a statue, he's going to be a badass statue, and strikes a pose.  Everyone tells him he's an idiot, but he's like, "You'd better strike your own pose, or you're going to look real stupid."

...Right.

6.

No one tells Sanji that any of this nonsense is happening, because Sanji is fighting a triceratops off screen for funsies.  We check in with him as he stumbles across the bad guy's hideout, and is like, "Hmmmm.  What's thissss?"  And it's like, ooooo!  Sanji's going to get some shit done in the background!  But when we check in with him again later, he's just sitting in the bad guy hideout, having helped himself to their food, thinking to himself that, oh yeah, maybe he should go find the others.  He is doing absolutely nothing to help while all this nonsense is going on elsewhere, and it's hilarious.

Eventually the snail phone rings, and it's the big bad guy, and Sanji's like, "Right.  Yeah.  I'm a bad guy whose house I'm in I guess, and Oh! I killed all those pirates already!  Mission accomplished.  Everything's fine here.  How are you?"  And, again, he has the chance to be super helpful, but he completely drops the ball and doesn't even know it.

[fourseasonsfigs]

Wenzhou Set 1 (Handcrafted)

Following up yesterday's Dong Fang Yuechu, we have this little Wenzhou set by this same, extremely talented artist.

If you think I can't get enough of this artist's hand-crafted figs, you'd be right! I have more on their way to me even now, including, yes, Wenzhou set 2.

If you haven't read yesterday's post, or if you haven't read this previous post where I talked about Mid-Autumn, Snow Mountain Edition, then you should know I bought this fig set from a fan artist on Xianyu that designs and creates Word of Honor / Junzhe figures. This set are made-to-order figs, meaning that she has this style up in her store and will make it when ordered. She says that she needs a few days to create the fig, but I've noticed that everything I've ever bought from her has shipped immediately, in-stock or otherwise.

These figs arrived wrapped in plastic wrap and cushioned with a bit of polyfill. I did have the warehouse wrap these in air column bubble wrap, since I don't trust something this small and delicate to anything else. Since it's just polyclay, it seems to be pretty resistant to breaking, but crushing damage would absolutely destroy it.

Unlike yesterday's fig, I gave these a nice dusting with my untrustworthy but still useful feather duster, and then brushed the travel lint off with a clean makeup brush. I did pretty well, although I did notice during upload of the pics that a few pieces of grass from the green grass base made their way onto the figs. It's just so hard to see - these figs very small, and my close up vision is not as good as it used to be.

How small you say? Tiny. So small! I'd say a little over half the size of a normal fig, not counting the bases. Here to illustrate relative fig sizes is our Ghost Valley Master. Thank you for your service!

I fell in love with this set immediately. Their faces are so, so cute!

The level of detail is all the more impressive for being so small.

Oh their faces. Just too adorable!

Hmm the detail on these pics are not astounding. The light I took them in wasn't great. I'll take some close ups too so you can actually see all the wonderful detail.

I really like how she did all the hair detail and of course both of their hair ornaments. I particularly love whenever fig makers replicate this particular hair tie of A-Xu's. It's so great!

The little poses with the hands are just so cute. We can't see much of A-Xu's face here since his bangs cover it up, but we can see Lao Wen smiling away!

Why not smile? He's walking along with his favorite person in the jianghu! Who also looks very sweet and happy! I just love them.

Swapping sides so you can get a better view! Alright, let's finish up the two up and down sides so we can get to the details.

Hehe, not too much to see here, although I'll note they look just as cute from this angle.

There we go! Onto the details. I'm going to bring these figs downstairs and see if I can't get some better light somehow.

Well I'll tell you what, the better light did an exceptional job of showing me where I hadn't dusted all the lint off! My goodness. I went back and cleaned it up, but ignore any stray bits. Hopefully this gives you a good amount of detail of his beautiful waist ornament and the painted detail on his robes.

His hairpin is so beautiful I had to show you a picture of it. Just for something like this, can you imagine how long it took to make? To keep referring back to the costume to make sure it was perfect in every detail? Just incredible.

He's so beautiful I just wish my photographic (and dusting!) skills were up to the task. I see my camera decided to focus on his lovely costume instead of his expressive eyes, but hopefully this is at least a little bit better than the further away ones.

Yes, A-Xu, you're perfect, and you've never done anything wrong in your entire life. No I will not be taking any other opinions from the jianghu, thank you!

His hair tie is perfect. I really like how she modeled his hair here, it's lovely. You can see the details and beautiful lines of his robe here - even the sleeves are so artfully done.

Just so delightful. I'm so happy with these figs! I can promise you when the next set arrives, they too will jump to the head of the fig-posting line.

Material: PVC modeling clay

Fig Count: 357

Scene Count: 24

Rating: Just two zhiji out for a stroll on a beautiful day!

[link back to Master Fig Index for more posts]

[yaldev]

The Team

The Septumvirate’s funding would cover three full-time employees for Decadin.

Renne. Mechanical engineer. The first friend Decadin made at Exodus. Strong in body and will. Could’ve done this whole project himself if his immortal soul could imagine anything but rotating shapes and hot girls.

Nemesk. Aethereal engineer. Decadin’s study partner in Fluid Dynamics 2 and Magic Manufacturing Processes. Advanced proficiency in numbers. Working knowledge of the Ascended language.

Miash. Musician. The only one Decadin had never met. Miash got an interview because Decadin wanted to know why a music student was applying for this role. He showed Miash one of the blueprints and he immediately picked at the visual design elements that made it clumsy to read. Then he started theorizing about the impact this creation would have on urban air quality. Five minutes later, he was gushing to an attentive Decadin about pre-National polyphonic folk singing, and he was hired.

Lhusel. Mechanical engineer. Flying machine specialist. She said this was volunteering, and Decadin left it that that.

Decadin brought the vision, the organization, the logistics and the diplomatic warfare capabilities against their source of funding. Together, they were going to build a miracle.

- - -

A crystal bug was standing half-upright on a work table, a whirlpool of energy around its mouth, vibrant colors swirling in its transparent body. Some larger animals were watching it eat, but for now they posed no threat.

“You have a point.” Decadin nodded. “Even our best measurement tools aren’t too accurate.”

“And humans are insensitive to ambient mana levels,” said Miash, “but for dirtclouds, it’s their whole survival strategy.”

A few other crystal bugs wriggled about in a paperboard box. Decadin took a pair of metal tongs on the table, picked up one of the glassworms and leaned back in his seat.

“If I had to pick a favorite animal, it’d be these.” He smirked and watched it try to squirm out of the tongs. “I started in biology, thought I could make a mark there. We still know so little about nature, and crystal bugs are packed with mystery.”

Miash grinned. “I almost went into bio.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. But I had to pursue what I wanted deep down.”

Decadin turned his wrist, flipped the bug over. “Music?”

“Art, all of it, but music’s what came naturally.”

“That’s awesome. If you’re ever performing I’d love to come see. Certain the others would too.”

Miash blushed, unused to anyone caring for long. This was a formality, he had to change the subject. “So why’d you transfer out of bio?”

“Eh.” Decadin dropped the bug back in the box.

- - -

Decadin knocked on the door with his free hand.

From the other side: “Yes?”

He stepped in. The machine shop was dark, just couple of Levilights™ where Nemesk was hunched over a work table.

“Hey. I brought another tool that might help.” Decadin set a bowl of stew by Nemesk’s elbow.

“Oh.” Nemesk bent back up, looked over his shoulder. “Did not ask you to do this.”

“No, but Lhusel and I made extra, and it only made sense to keep some hot for you.” Decadin smiled, then looked at the blueprints. “How’s it coming?”

“Bad.” Nemesk dropped his pen. “Too much to fit on a reasonable size. Magic can’t fix it all.”

Decadin bent over to take a look himself. The sketches were hectic, eraser marks obvious. “What if it wasn’t a reasonable size?”

“We have the money?”

“Probably not.”

Nemesk huffed, rested his forehead against his hand. “I don’t know if I can do this.”

Decadin frowned. He thought of losing Nemesk from the project, or as a friend, and adrenaline shot in his body. “Why?”

Nemesk’s other hand traced along the table as he spoke, as though building a model of his greivances. “No certainties. Assume things for the calculations, will need lots of testing, but no time. Still don’t know where getting parts. And barely below budget, right? If this doesn’t work, there’s nothing to show, and might be my fault. Or everything will get pulled if they found out Lhusel was working on it.”

Decadin patted his shoulder. “Stand up, you need a hug.”

“Uh?” Nemesk stood, and when Decadin pulled him in, he needed a second to process before he put his hands on the stewbringer’s back.

“You feel this?” Decadin murmured, “we’re here.”

“I know.”

“But we get so tied up in the math we forget we’re just bodies and souls.” Sensing the tension in Nemesk, Decadin pulled back to look him in the face.

“Yeah,” said Nemesk, hardly able to meet his gaze, “but much else I can’t be sure about.”

Decadin breathed in. “I’ve been there. You know what helped me?”

“What?”

“This, all of this, is a machine.” Decadin let him go. “Some parts move by themselves, some are invisible, but it’s all pieces of a system. It all makes sense when we get some hindsight, right?”

“Not help.” Nemesk frowned. “No good machine we can’t work out from the start.”

“Is there more on your mind than you’re telling me?”

Nemesk still wouldn’t meet his eyes. Decadin grimmaced.

“You think you need some sleep? You can have your dinner and go if you want.”

Nemesk sat down. “I’ll have it as break, but if I don’t do this now, just moved to later.”

“Your call.” Decadin smiled. “Can I give one more tip?”

“Mhm,” Nemesk hummed through a mouthful of stew.

Decadin opened a drawer built into the right side of the table, took out a jar of orange liquid. “If you can’t get rid of uncertainty, make it work for you.”

“What you mean?”

He set the jar on the table. “It’s mana. I think I only got through my second year because I kept it on my desk and it randomly gave me answers.”

“But the jar stops any effects from leaking, right? Too dangerous if no.”

“Yeah, for all we know it doesn’t actually do anything. But call it superstition.”

Nemesk smirked. “So now going to use mana to help us get rid of mana?”

“Hey, why not?”

“Well if we need it for good ideas, what we do after it’s gone?”

Decadin laughed.

- - -

Decadin stayed home one afternoon. He was going to spend all day crunching numbers, and he figured it was good for teambuilding when the others could vent to each other in his absence.

Aether dynamics was hard. It was fluid dynamics but also multi-dimensional parabolic geometry and also applied mathematical theology. It demanded so many parts of his brain that the proofs always took Decadin hours, and treading new ground felt impossible. How was he supposed to work out the most sustainable mechanism to repel mana back into the Aether? His only hope was a second jar of mana he bought for himself, purple this time. When he needed a break he’d pace around his room, bauble in hand, shaking it, swirling it and watching it settle with post-deterministic patterns.

The chaos wasn’t helping this time. Nemesk was right: if these jars actually changed anything outside the glass, the orange one would’ve burned down the whole academy by now. If they were ever useful it was for prompting new questions, but this time there were none to find. Decadin slumped back into his chair, double-checked an equation. It wasn’t even close to true if the variables were what he thought they were. He stared at the liquid magic in the jar, tapped it with his fingers, and then gave it a spin. He looked back at the paper. Back at the jar. Half the mana was gone.

Decadin gasped. Concepts neglected since first year started crashing into each other. He jotted a couple notes about centrifugal force, lept from his seat, grabbed the jar and sprinted off to tell Nemesk.

- - -

“You’re asking for more?”

“I had no plans to come up here and request a reduction,” said Decadin. Back on the platform. Back in the spotlight. Back in front of the Septumvirate. One of the members was replaced since last time, and the new voice was especially skeptical.

“Don’t bother giving us some fluffed-up story of all the progress you’re making. Your supervisor’s confirmed that you’ve yet to build a functioning prototype.”

“My case is that even if we fail, we’ll have made incredible discoveries in the process. Our work also supports future projects with similar aims.”

Another voice chimed in: “‘Incredible discoveries’ isn’t very specific.”

Decadin raised his chin. “We found a direct association between mana repulsion and centrifugal force in holding materials.”

Silence for a moment, until the first voice returned. “When was this?”

“Last night. We were all so excited I forgot to sleep.”

A third voice laughed, then a fourth spoke: “I respect your dedication, but it hasn’t brought results.”

“The materials we need are… scarce. As soon as we get the funds for delivery, you’ll get your results. There’s no waste here, I’m covering the holy ink we’ll need out of pocket.”

“We’ll consider it.”

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Take My Picture~ San/ 1

Pairing- San x Named Reader

Word count- 2.9k

Includes- boxer San, public sex, dirty talk, face riding, pussy eating, cum swallowing, riding, missionary, multiple orgasms, fluff

Tag List- @mingtina @jaxxmine

@xuxibelle @delightfulmoonbanana @yeosxxx @seokwoosmole @jjongsbebe @tannie13 @wisejudgedragonhairdo @meowmeowminnie @woo-stars

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For this series only, the couple is from Make a Move

⭐ Gifs are from google

J POV

I watch the photographer take pictures of my boyfriend before they start up the music video again

I'm behind the photographer, not too close but close enough where I can take pictures of San on my phone too

He likes posting those pictures on Instagram while KQ posts the official pictures

San holds up his hand by his head, taking the end of the boxing wrap in his mouth, his head tilted, eyes staring into the camera

I quickly snap a few shots of that pose

Jesus Christ, he's so fucking sexy

He knows how to work the camera so well

It's not fair for the rest of us who have eyes

The photographer tells him that he's done and he comes over to me immediately

"Naekkeo", he greets, kissing my cheek

"Hi baby", I say, moving my head slightly, kissing his perfect lips

"Lemme see baby"

I roll my eyes, handing him my phone

He goes to my gallery and looks through the camera folder

"Naekkeo, you take such good pictures. You should be a photographer", he says

I just smile

He says that all the time

And I know he's being serious because he says it while he's looking at the pictures, when he's kinda distracted

Like he's just stating facts

"Yeah well I like being your photographer. Just not anyone else's"

He looks at me, smiling before his attention goes back to my phone

"That's my favorite", I tell him, pointing to the one I just took, "You're so hot baby"

He laughs, "Well thanks naekkeo. Your opinion is the only one that matters"

Sexy and sweet

And he's all mine

"San!", a makeup artist calls, "We need you"

San takes my hand, pulling me along with him

He loves when I'm able to make it to his photo shoots, music videos or anything, wanting to spend any free time during them with me

He sits in a chair while I watch the makeup artist put "scratches" on his forehead and a red bruise by his mouth like he got into a fight

Or was boxing, like the video is about

"How do I look?", he asks when he's done

"Like a sexy injured boxer", I laugh making him chuckle

"That's what I was going for", he says

"Well then you achieved it"

He steps closer to me, his arms around my waist, looking down at me

"Did I ever tell you that I love you so much?"

I pretend to think for a second, "I think you may have mentioned it yeah"

"Oh. Well have I ever told you you're the best girlfriend anyone could ask for?"

I nod, "I remember you saying that too"

"Do you remember me telling you how lucky I am to have you?"

"Yeah I remember Sannie", I giggle, "Do you remember me telling you that I love you more than anything and you're the best thing to happen to me?"

"Hmmm", he frowns teasingly, "I don't quite remember"

"Oh. Well I love you more than anything Sannie. You're the best thing that's every happened to me"

A huge genuine beautiful smile breaks on his face, taking my breath away

He presses a soft kiss to my lips and I kiss him back, moving my arms around his neck

"Oi San! Stop kissing your girlfriend and let's go! We're starting the video again"

We pull away, him rolling his eyes

"C'mon naekkeo", he says, leading me back to the set

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It's not fair

San being that hot is so not fair

I thought the hip thrusts during this choreo was gonna be the death of me

But now with the way he's walking behind Hongjoong, hoodie opened with the sleeves up, black tank top on and that small piece of hair falling in his forward, you think that'd be enough

But no

He has to keep his tongue in his cheek, darting it out and keeping it on the side of his lips, with a cocky expression on his face, eyebrow raises

In between my legs are so wet, my soaked panties are uncomfortable and I'm clenching my legs thinking about that tongue on me

Why he has to do this every single time is beyond me

But fuck do I love watching him

And when he sees how riled up I am, he'll be too and I'm in for a wild time

Just how I like it

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San POV

I smirk to myself watching my girlfriend clench her legs together after I stuck my tongue out

She did the same thing when I did the hip thrusts earlier today

I love making her horny

It's so easy to

A few stares, sticking my tongue out a few times and she's ready for me

She makes me horny all the damn time so it's fair

I was telling the truth when I said I was lucky to have her

She's a beautiful girl, so smart with an amazing personality and hot body

She could be with a normal guy who could be with her all the time

Who doesn't have a hectic schedule, who isn't an idol, whose fan base isn't made up mostly of girls

But she picked me, loves me and I'll be forever grateful that I ended up with my best friend

"Ok again", the director says and we get back into position to redo the chorus choreo

After this we get a break and I know what I'm going to do on mine

Her

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"Can you take a few more pictures for me naekkeo?", I ask her, leading her to another part of the set where all the gym equipment is

I just want to take a few quick pictures while I still have this outfit on

"Oh yeah ok baby", she agrees

Looking around, I pick a bench press bench that's near a punching bag

Going towards it, I sit, leaning back, my legs straight out, letting my hoodie fall off my shoulder

"This is good baby", I say

She swallows, nodding and holding out her phone

I do some funny faces to get her to laugh, then I do my "sexy" stares

"I took a lot baby", she says, looking through her phone

"Come here naekkeo. Show me your favorite one"

She nods, standing right in front of me and showing me the picture

"You like this one the best?"

She nods again

"Why?"

"Because you're sexy Sannie. You know you are so stop pretending you're not"

"All I care is that you think that about me"

"You know I do Sannie", she says

I nod, taking her phone and putting it in my hoodie pocket

Then I grab her hips, pulling her on my lap

"Sannie what are you doing? It's your break, aren't you hungry?"

Oh she has no idea

But not for food

Leaning forward, I press my lips to her, starting off with a soft kiss

I know how to rile her up easily so I like kissing her gently first

Feel her soft smooth pretty lips against mine

"I am hungry naekkeo", I murmur between kisses, "For you"

"Fuck", she moans when I kiss her pretty neck in the spot she loves

"I'm hungry for your pretty pussy naekkeo. Your cream that's my favorite taste in the world"

"Jesus Sannie"

"Gonna give it to me my pretty girl?", I ask, moving my hands under her shirt, touching her hot skin

"Please naekkeo. Want you so much", I whine against her skin

God I'm so whipped for her

So in love it's fucking ridiculous

Willing to give her anything she asks for, willing to move the earth for her

She bites her lip, nodding, lust in her eyes

Goddamn I love when she looks at me like that

Like she wants to fuck the life out of me

After we lost our virginitys to each other last year, we were and still are all over each other

And we got so fucking good at sex, trying almost everything at least once and she's fucking crazy in bed

I'm in for a wild time right now

Standing her up, I pull her leggings and panties down

"Here?", she squeaks

"Yeah baby, right here"

"But what if someone-"

"No one is coming naekkeo. Don't worry baby. Trust me?"

She nods, taking her shoes off, kicking her bottom clothes off

Excitedly, I lay down on the bench, pulling her on top of me

"Up more baby. Want your pussy on my face"

"Jesus Sannie", she whispers but she does move, hovering over my mouth

God she's so pretty, her cunt glistening in juice

She's so wet for me and it turns me the fuck on so much

Wrapping my arms around her thighs, I pull her to me as I lift my head, my tongue attaching to her pussy

"Sannie", she cries, my name in her voice music to my ears

I go hard, swirling and licking everywhere fast, her juice in my mouth, swallowing over and over

"Oh god, Sannie", she whimpers, her hand moving into my hair, pulling hard

"Fuck yes", I groan, "Pull again"

She moans loudly, tugging my hair as I wrap my lips around her begging throbbing clit

Sucking fast, she floods my face, her juice running down my neck, all over me

I live for this, loving every nano second

Sliding my tongue down, I shove it as far as I can up her cunt, feeling her clench on my tongue, sending shivers down my spine

Her hips start moving against my face, fucking my mouth and I just leave my tongue on her, letting her use me to get off

Squeezing her ass, I look up at her, watching how beautiful she looks in so much pleasure

I love making her look like that

Hips moving faster, both her hands in my hair, pulling hard, moaning loudly

"I'm gonna cum Sannie", she whines, panting harder

"Yes baby girl. Now. I want it now. I'm so hungry for you"

"San, fuck San", she moans

As she cums, I push my tongue inside her, letting her cum all over it

Her pussy spasms around my tongue, sending pleasure through me

Her delicious cum fills my mouth and I swallow over and over, savoring how good her cream is

When she finishes she hovers over me while I press kisses against her pretty pussy lips, making her shiver

As I kiss her, I pull my pants and boxers down, my cock so hard it's hurting

Holding her by her hips, I lift her up easily and put her on my dick

"Down naekkeo. I need you. My cock hurts and I need your pussy"

She pushes down my length opening up just enough for my cock to slide through

God she's so tight

Always no matter how many times I fuck her completely open

She bottoms me out, her spot right against my head, her hips rocking back and forth, rubbing her spot

The bench is so thin, no where for her legs to go, so she has them planted on the floor

"Sannie", she cries, flooding my cock with her cream

"Slide up baby. Wanna see your juice on me"

She listens and I bite my lips seeing how much cream she's leaking on me

It's so much, my cock is completely covered

"Back down naekkeo. Ride me baby", I tell her

She sits all the way back down, then moves again, getting such a fast and hard pace that she's jumping up and down my cock

"Yes baby just like that", I urge her, feeling the pleasure she's giving me, feeling her grip my cock in a death grip, spasming around me, "So good baby. Such a good cunt for me. Riding me so well. Making my cock feel so good"

She leans back, one hand on my thigh, one on my stomach, fucking me desperately, like she's never going to again

I feel her cunt sucking me back in each time she takes me, grinding into me when she has my dick deep inside her

Her pussy lips are so swollen and she's leaking so much right into my lap

"Fuck naekkeo, your pussy lips are so swollen. Looks so good wrapped around my cock"

She whimpers, fucking me faster

How I don't know but she does

"God I fucking love this cunt. I never wanna leave", I groan

"You don't have to Sannie", she cries, "Stay baby. Stay inside me"

"Ok baby. I'll stay for a little more. Until you cum on my cock"

"S..ssannie"

"Yeah baby, use my cock to get yourself off. I'm your toy baby. Your hard toy that's always horny for you"

I watch the pleasure and desperation on her face as she fucks me

Her hips move in a circle, rubbing against my head, then bouncing hard

She's sweating, breathing hard, so close

And I know what will make her break

"Aww baby, look at that pretty clit", I smirk, "Throbbing so fucking hard. Begging me to touch it"

I press my thumb against her clit, a gasp escaping her throat

"Want me to play?"

"Yes!", she cries, her fucked out eyes on me, "Yes Sannie. Please"

I just nod, moving my thumb fast, pressing on her bump hard as I do

"Sannie!", she cries, juice pouring out of her

"So close baby. You gonna be my good girl and cum for me? Cream up my cock?"

She nods, both her hands on my chest as she jumps up and down my length

"Then do it naekkeo"

"Sannie!", she cries, her body shaking on top of me as she cums

"Ffff...fuck", I moan, intense pleasure hitting me so hard

Her cunt throbs rapidly, hard as she keeps my cock in a vice grip, her cum completely covering me

She yells my name, pleasure all over her face, her fingers embedded in my tank top

I love her orgasms

The first time she came on me, I was so surprised at how much pleasure I actually get from her coming

It's amazing and I'm addicted to her orgasms

When she finishes, I sit up, wrap my arm around her and stand up

She squeals, throwing her arms around my neck, holding on

Carefully, I lay her down on the bench, hiking her legs up my waist

Plunging back inside, I bottom out, slamming into her spot

"Sannie", she cries, her body arching into mine

"Fuck yes. My beautiful baby", I groan, as I move faster and faster, feeling so good, loving being inside her

Her pussy sucks me back inside, swallowing my whole cock over and over, her pussy leaking like a fucking waterfall

I feel it all over me, my pelvis, my thighs and I love it

"So wet for me naekkeo. Do you hear how wet you are?", I ask, as the wet sound of us fucking sound throughout the room

"Yes Sannie", she moans, her arms around my neck

She pulls me down, her lips against mine, tongue sliding in my mouth

I kiss her wildly, feeling her hands bury in my hair, tugging hard, sending shivers down my spine

Moving my arm under her, I pull her against me, arching her back as I fuck her mercilessly

As I hold her, I shove her shirt up, pulling her bra down and popping out her boob

Breaking the kiss, I lean down and wrap my mouth around her nipple, sucking hard

Her nipple hardens in my mouth, turning me on even more

"Sannie....San", she cries, her cunt spasming hard around my cock, signalling her impending orgasm

I turn up the sucking on her nipple, smashing her spot and grinding into her when I'm deep inside

"San oh fuck", she whimpers, her fingers clinging onto my shoulders, as she falls apart on my cock

"Yes baby, oh god", I cry, her pulsing sending me over the edge

Burying myself in her, I yell her name, coming hard, squeezing her thigh that's around me

Stars burst in my vision from the sheer pleasure

Fucking mind blowing

"Naekkeo", I whisper, when my orgasm ends, leaning my head on her shoulder, "I love you"

Her fingers run in my hair as she presses a kiss to my cheek, "I love you San"

I smile into her skin

I can never get tired of hearing her say she loves me

After a minute, I move off her, helping her sit up

I pull up my boxers and pants, then bends down and get her clothes, handing them to her

She puts them on right away, then starts putting on her sneakers

"Naekkeo...do you need a tissue-"

"Nah I'm good Sannie"

I gape at her, "But...my uh cum-"

"It's fine. My panties will catch it. I don't mind behind covered in you", she smirks

I swallow hard, trying not to let her words get me hard again

We'll have more time tonight

She stands up, takes my hand, leading me away from the set

"Where we going naekkeo?"

"To get food. You ate but I'm hungry", she smirks again

I laugh out loud, squeezing her hand

"Yeah baby and it was so good. But I could eat again"

"Sannie-"

"Real food naekkeo", I answer

"Oh alright", she nods

"Besides, I can eat you tonight. Over and over and over", I whisper in her ear

She looks at me, nodding, "Sure. If I let you"

"If?", I say loudly

"Yeah if. If you're a good boy"

"Oh I'll be your good boy naekkeo", I promise, smirking

"Good. Now be a good boy and let's get food", she says, dragging me behind her

"Sure naekkeo", I answer, smiling and following her

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Medic T-Word Alphabet

Gonna be doing @otomiya-tickles 's Tickly Alphabet for all the mercs, but instead of having people ask, nah, I'm gonna give it to you up-front, all of them (spare a few for personal reasons).

Also, this is my first actual post, so I might as well make tags for these guys-

Alright, let's get to the headcanons, doc is first :]

A: Aftercare | What is their aftercare like after a heavy round of tickling?:)

Medic will absolutely be wanting to take your temperature or some weird shit (mad doctor, he can't help but be curious) after he's done wrecking you. So once you're done swatting his hand away and giving him a questioning look, he'll finally sigh and grab his Medi gun, granting you a quick zap that will have you feeling like nothing ever happened. If that's not what you want and start complaining, he'll call you ungrateful and threaten to wreck you again.

However... if he's in a particularly good mood, or you're exceptionally close, he'll sit down and massage you instead, rub your shoulders, nice things to help you relax and wind down... All while verbally recalling every embarrassing moment of what just happened, much to your dismay (he thinks it's funny).

B: Bondage | How do they react to bondage, do they enjoy it and if yes, what is their favorite pose?

When being the ler, he's extremely calculated, so, if the lee is alright with it, he'll sometimes want to have them pinned, in some way. He doesn't exactly care how, as long as it leaves them exposed, just so he can get at every single nerve and test their reactions to things.

When he's the lee? He's absolutely good with it, but he'll fight against it while they attempt to get him ensnared. If you somehow managed to get him pinned, he's all yours. Will probably act super dramatic about it, stuff like "OH NOOO, I've been trapped!". Then he'll just sit there with this expectant look on his face until you actually do something. Nerd.

C: Chase | What are their chances in a chase, both as a lee and ler?

When he's the ler, you're 100% going to have a problem getting away from this guy. Given how intelligent he is, and the fact that he's faster than a lot of members of the team, he's either going to outrun or outsmart you. If you're getting to far ahead, he'll take a different route, making you think you lost him, just to suddenly hear his boots clacking loudly behind you. He'll also attempt to purposely scare you into dead ends, just so he can watch the panic that sets in as he slows to a calm walk, knowing that you have absolutely nowhere to go.

As the lee, he's the biggest smart-ass about it. "Getting outrun by a doctor? How embarrassing!" "I diagnose you with 'not going to catch me'!" His favorite thing is definitely flustering the ler before they can even get their hands on him. "You're supposed to be making my face red!" Won't slow down, will avoid all dead ends. You started a game that you will not win. The only way to get to him is being Scout TF2, sorry. Therefore, I highly recommend starting the chase when he's already cornered, or not even starting one, just immediately pouncing.

D: Death Spot | What is their most ticklish spot?

Oh my god, shoulders and shoulder blades. His gear covers it for the most part during battles, but when it's not? Sneaking up on him and clawing down his back will cause him to shriek, promptly turning to face his attacker. Also lets out the most adorable giggles if you gently spider across those areas, blushes and squirms and everything. If you somehow manage to pin him onto his stomach, tickling harshly across his shoulder blades will have him cackling almost maniacally. As soon as you let him go, you better run, because unless it's your immediate first move, he's going to grab your ankle and drag you down to the floor with him, enacting his revenge.

E: Expression | How do they express their wish to tickle/be tickled?

If he's intent on tickling you, he'll simply clear his throat to grab your attention before wiggling his fingers in the air. As if that's not bad enough, he'll say shit like "I'm only going to check for broken bones..." "Just going to make sure your lungs are working!" If you don't start laughing at the stupid teases, you're going to the minute his fingers make contact with you.

If he wants to be tickled, he'll probably try to purposely annoy/piss you off, somehow, or at least provoke you. "I bet you can't make me laugh." "You are the worst at tickling. Oh? Going to prove me wrong? Ja, okay, sure." Depending on how heated the argument gets, you may both end up yelling at each other, but that shit-eating grin is gonna be on his face the entire time.

F: Fight | What is their behavior in a tickle fight like?

If there's an entire group going at it, he'll single someone out, sneaking up behind them to take them by surprise, and immediately jab his fingers into the most sensitive spots on their body (he's responsible for giving the mercs check-ups, so believe me, he knows all the spots). After they've crumpled to the floor, he'll become much more teasing about it, unless he's pissed. If that's the case, pray someone else goes after him, and, hopefully, not just join in on tickling you to death.

If it's just you and him, he knows you'll be much more focused, so he'll have to resort to simply pinning your wrists above your head with one of his hands and pretending he doesn't know exactly where to strike with his other one to make you lose it. Eventually circling back to those spots will have him saying things like "What an interesting discovery..." and the extremely ominous "Typical for a mortal to be sensitive here..." No one questions it; they're usually too busy laughing and squirming away from his touch to truly process it, anyways.

G: Gentle | How do they react to gentle tickles?

He actively welcomes them :] it's actually extremely cute. He'll squirm around a bit, but it's all involuntary. He actually finds them extremely comforting; if you gently tickle him while he's trying to work, he'll attempt to scold you for it, but it melts away through bubbly giggles. Half the time, he'll basically fall asleep once you're done. No doubt after he wakes up, though, he's going to hunt you down and get revenge for 'taking several hours out of his day in place of sleep'. Get some fucking rest, doc, you kind of need it. Badly.

H: Habits | As a lee/ler or both, do they have specific habits when it comes to tickling?

Be afraid if he takes his glasses off and sets them somewhere safe. He's about to get serious. No matter how hard you may flail, he's going to abuse every weak point he can reach, with incredible accuracy.

Giving him gentle tickles sometimes causes the cutest thing ever to occur. If you slowly try to draw your hand back, he'll slump forwards subconsciously, attempting to follow it with his eyes shut like a big, dumb cat. As soon as he snaps out of it, his face is redder than his uniform (works for both teams LMAO). Bonus points if you laugh at his reaction, because he's going to have you beneath him, screaming in laughter in under 5 seconds (with that flustered look remaining on his face the entire time).

I: Interrogation | How well would they handle a tickle interrogation?

If he's conducting the interrogation? Girl put me in that chair-

Anyways, he could be laughing at full volume the entire time, but not a single secret is gonna slip from this man. He'll throw you a bunch of sassy remarks, but that's about it. Again, he loves flustering the ler(s), so if he can get you to blush, it's a massive confidence boost to him. He's especially going to threaten them with what he's going to do once they release him. "Be careful when you let me go... You're going to be sitting in this chair, next." Laughs even harder if the interrogator clearly has some thoughts about that idea.

J: Joy | Their absolute favorite thing about tickling?

Being mostly a ler, probably gauging the other person’s reactions. He’s super interested in seeing how they react to certain things, practically turns it into an experiment, but he has a lot of fun doing it, too. Bastard will sometimes be muttering things to himself like he’s taking notes while the person beneath him is just gasping for air. Will ask questions like “Where does it tickle most?” If he doesn’t get a response… “Fine. I’ll find it myself.”

K: Killer Move | As a ler, do they have special skills to use against their lees and drive them crazy with?

If he pulls out his Medi gun before the onslaught is over, do not trust it. If he has you pinned down, he’ll expose you wherever you’re most ticklish before zapping that area with the beam from his gun. WORST THING EVER. It creates a weird vibrating-tickling feeling, absolutely gonna drive you insane. Worst part is, it’s not like you can shove the beam away like you can a hand; you’re just gonna have to try covering yourself to the best of your ability. Seeing you lose it will spur comments like “What? I’m just healing you”, and yet he’ll sit there and watch with his head leaning into his hand, propped up on his elbow with a smirk on his face.

L: Laughter | What does their laughter sound like when they are tickled?

Medic does that loud cackle most of the time, unless you’re either just starting to tickle him or doing it gently. Then you’ll hear the cutest giggles ever. As long as you’re being aggressive enough, he won’t blush, and usually won’t even try fighting back. Once he’s had enough, though, he’ll either push you off or jab at you methodically until you involuntarily collapse in on yourself to protect from his retaliation.

M: Mornings | Their tickle behavior during mornings?

He’s usually up bright and early (as he is to bed super late), but he definitely is not a morning person. He just gets up early to get more work done. In the case where he’s had his morning coffee, if you’re lucky, it’ll put him in a really good mood, and he’ll be super playful. Poking at him will give the exact reaction you’re looking for; he can tell whether you want to make him squirm, or be the one getting poked, just from looking at you. Will get this cheerful smile on his face and go “Ah, alright!” Is usually gentle when he gets like this, almost loving. Won’t even try taking your temperature afterwards :]

However… if he’s not in a good mood? Better not piss him off; this man will not hesitate. If you try to initiate something, he’ll turn on you in a whirlwind and have you down before you even know what’s happening. He’ll watch you squirm around frantically and say shit like “Oh, was? You want more? Well, if you insist.” Won’t stop until he will probably need to use the Medi gun on you, even then he’ll go through a round of “Oh, you want me to heal you? I guess that’s just too bad.” before he gives in and grants you a quick zap. Yeah, his reactions can vary extremely.

N: Nights | Their tickle behavior during nights?

He works very late into the night, and he usually doesn’t get tired until the last hour or so he’s awake. If you try provoking him during that last hour, he’ll just clumsily swat you away, muttering “nein, nein” under his breath. However, before then? If you insist on having a chase, he will get super fucking excited. He loves nothing more than the fear of not knowing what’s in the dark, whether he’s the one feeling it or he’s instilling it in you. This is actually one of those rare cases where you actually might be able to catch him. He doesn’t exactly have night vision (and you don’t either) so resorting to stalking the other in the shadows is bound to happen.

O: Online | Text messaging and social media, do they have some kind of online tickly behavior to tease their lee or ler with?

The doc is extremely good at writing, so uhh… you can imagine just how skilled he would be at flustering someone over text/call. Shit like “You’re not going to be so confident once I get my hands around your waist…” and “Oh, you think that’s funny? I can make you laugh even harder. Come to the infirmary ;)”. Going to be a smug bitch the next time he sees you. If he’s teasing his ler, however, will say stuff like “Well, too bad, you’re not going to get at me because the door is locked.” Definitely going to get wrecked the next time if he gets his ler a little too riled up.

P: Partner In Crime | If they were to go after a lee and accept the aid of a tickle partner, who do they prefer to join hands with and why?

Well, the obvious answer here would be Heavy. They hang out a lot, so chances are, if he's going to gang up on you with someone else, it's gonna be Heavy. He can very easily hold someone in place (although he is very careful about it), while Medic uses his extremely skilled hands.

However, I propose an alternative, as well... Medic is obviously pretty damn strong. He can absolutely hold his lee down himself, no problem. Given this... two sets of hands are always worse better than one. I think Spy would probably be his 2nd biggest partner in crime. For example, if he's in the middle of a chase with you, you might accidentally slam into something... invisible. Before you know it, Spy has you on the ground, an amused look on his face. He was finding it fairly entertaining watching the two of you run around, and decided it would be even better if he helped the already scarily talented doctor wrench even more laughter out of you. Two lers who have horribly flexible hands... this can only go well.

Q: Question | Their response to the question ‘are you ticklish’?

You're never gonna get a direct answer out of this bastard. He'll slowly turn to you, an innocent smile stretching across his face, his hands clasped together.

"Why don't you find out?"

It's an invitation as much as it is a taunt. A fight is 100% going to break out- a tickle fight, that is. But then again, that's only if you have the nerve to engage with how confidently he's looking at you. Either way, he'll get what he wants.

R: Role | Lee or ler, what is generally their main role?

Almost always a ler, enjoying the feeling of having control over others. The very thought of everyone else knowing that he knows exactly how to make them crumple to the floor gets him excited. Most people don't mess with him unless they're A) pissed at him or B) just really wanna get wrecked.

However, when he's in a lee mood, it's a refreshing change. Just as teasing about it, specifically to provoke the other, but he'll rarely fight back.

T: Teasing | Their most favorite methods of teasing their lee/ler?

Doc definitely pretends it's a medical exam, or a surgery, or something along the lines of that.

"Now, this is a very important procedure, so I'm going to need you to hold still," he says as he tickles you as fast as humanly possible.

"Oops! Sorry, didn't mean to... tickle your funny bone?" He'll laugh at his own stupid joke, his barely audible over yours. "Oh, you thought that was funny, ja? How flattering!"

Hell, he just enjoys verbally teasing in general.

"I wonder what would happen if I tried to play you like my violin?" He'll suddenly scratch horizontally across whatever area he's targeting, fast. Will probably start humming whatever tune he's picturing playing before sparing you a glance. "Oh, how peculiar... it appears I forgot to tune it." Before you can register what's happening, he's focusing quick jabs into your most sensitive spot.

Basically, you're going to be a blushing mess (he'll probably pull some shit like 'oh my, you look like you're running a fever').

U: Unusual | Do they have some unusual tickle spots? Where?

Will screech like a startled dove if you pinch at his hips. It is the funniest thing, and he will absolutely not let you get away with it. That is... if you let up on it. If you keep drilling your fingers into those two spots, he'll be out for the count, legitimately blushing out of pure embarrassment. It might not be his most sensitive spot, but it sure is one he doesn't want anyone else knowing about (surprisingly).

V: Victim | As a ler, who is their favorite lee and what makes this person their ultimate victim?

This is a super biased headcanon, but Engineer (I totally don't ship Engie and Medic /s). Since he's always healing everyone else, he usually has to make semi-frequent trips to dispensers during battles. Unless he's out on a quick adventure for scrap metal, Engineer will be right there, working on one of his buildings. "Hallo, Herr Engineer!" is all the poor man hears before two sets of fingers are poking him on either side, causing him to jump and stifle a few giggles. It's basically his way of saying 'thanks for the provisions' before running back to the front.

But when they aren't in battle? The two will often visit each other to see how each's experiments are going (both of very different natures). So different, in fact, sometimes when Engie asks how it's going, Medic will hum before saying, "Let me check." Knowing how the doctor views the other mercs, you get where this is going... He finds it adorable how Engineer forgets every single time, laughing in a tone of genuine surprise as Medic tickles him.

W: Word | What is their reaction to the T-word? Can they say it out loud or do they get embarrassed?

Oh, he can say it, alright. In fact, he immensely enjoys saying it just to tease whoever is about to be his lee, especially if they've got it so bad that they can't keep a straight face hearing the word. Upon seeing their reaction to what he uttered, he'll get a delighted grin on his face.

"What's wrong? You seemed to get a little nervous when I said 'tickle', mein freund. Ah, there it is again!" He'll repeat it as many times as he pleases, much to the lee's dismay, until they're practically begging him to just stop and do it, already.

If that happens, he'll giggle a bit. "Alright. If you insist!"

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Ohhh it's done. Wow. That took much longer than anticipated. Still, I can't wait to do all the other mercs, it's really fun :]

[emmyhem]

everything you’re missing (c.t.h)

a/n: hi everybody, i’m back with another post. this is my first calum piece and i’m so excited to finally get it up. this is once again unedited, i’m way too tired rn. it’s also the second smut i’ve posted so that’s pretty exciting as well. yeah i don’t really have much to say right now because i’m literally exhausted, my classes are really kicking my ass. anyway i hope you all enjoy this bff!calum piece. feedback and comments are always appreciated. hope you all are doing well and are being safe. thank you - emmy <33

pairing: bff!calum hood x fem!reader

summary: a drunken text meant for your ex shows up on calum’s phone and leaves him questioning everything he’s missing out on with his best friend.

warning(s): talk of a previous bad relationship, y/n’s ex body shamed her, mentions of alcohol, insecurity, smut, cursing

word count: 4.7k

You’ve decided that 3 glasses of wine is your happy medium, but even a sip into the 4th and there’s no telling what you’ll do. 

So, naturally you were finishing up your 5th glass on Friday night while angrily scrolling through your exes instagram when you got what seemed to be an incredible idea. It was simply too tempting not to, your mind was feeling hazy which made your confidence skyrocket, and you truly did just look good. 

A day of pampering had left you in a black floor length silk robe with nothing but your favorite deep cherry red lingerie set underneath. Your face was bare and glowing after a refreshing and illuminating face mask, and your lips were left glossy and plump from a new scrub. 

You had posed in front of the floor length mirror in your living room, giggling between snaps until you had taken the perfect shot. It was classy but provocative, the dressing gown slipping from your shoulders exposing the lace of your bra and a tasteful amount of cleavage. You had also left the bottom open, allowing a clear shot of your thighs and the curve of your ass from where you sat on your knees. 

With a mischievous glint in your eyes you selected the picture into a message, typing a cheeky, “take a good look at everything you’re missing”  and sending it off to your ex (or so you thought). 

But you really couldn’t be blamed for your mistake, Cam and Cal were far too similar for your drunk brain to decipher the difference. You also couldn’t be blamed for the fact that you dozed off on the couch immediately after sending it, before you even had a chance to recognize your humiliating mistake. 

You were awoken by the ringing of your phone at around 9:00 am, way too early for your liking. Before even registering who it was, you brought the phone to your ear and groaned a sleepy, “hello,” 

“At your door.” a voice you recognized as your best friend responded. 

“M’coming” you said, scooting off the couch. On your way to the door you registered that you were still scantily covered, the robe falling off of you as you walked. You clutched it around you as you swung the door open to a wide eyed, Calum Hood. 

“G’morning.” he smirked, looking you up and down. 

“Shh” you hushed, pulling him in by the arm. “Why in the world are you here so early?”

He lightly laughed while taking a seat at the kitchen table, eyes following you while you moped over to the fridge and pulled out two water bottles. 

“Well,” he sighed as you handed him one. “I got a very interesting text last night and I figured I just had to come over and see, y’know everything I was missing.” he spoke in a teasing tone as he gestured a hand down your body.

You tugged your eyebrows together in confusion. There was something familiar about what he was saying, but not familiar enough for you to put the pieces together. 

“What are you talking about?” you questioned bringing the water bottle to your lips. 

Calum shrugged his shoulders, a smirk still glued to his face as he took out his phone and began looking for something. After a few seconds he extended his arm to hand you his phone. You accepted it and glanced down absentmindedly as your body slumped against the counter.  

The second your eyes hit the screen it all came back to you, your mouth fell open and you straightened out, suddenly very awake, not to mention very mortified. 

Calum on the other hand was buzzing. Actually, he had been ever since his phone dinged last night awakening him from his sleep. Well, buzzing and extremely, extremely sexually frustrated. 

When he first opened your message and saw the picture that would now be making a regular appearance in his wet dreams, he had nearly choked on his own breath. He knew that it was most likely a drunken mistake, and while that slightly saddened him it didn’t stop his dick from plumping up at the sight, straining uncomfortably against his boxers. He seriously debated wanking to the tempting image but decided against it, thinking it would be a gross violation of your privacy since it wasn’t even meant for him. Oh how he wished it was. Unfortunately that meant he had been sporting an exceptionally sensitive halfie since then. 

“Oh my god.” you groaned, sitting the phone down on the counter and covering your eyes in humiliation. “Cal I’m soooo sorry, I was drunk, and overly confident, and I meant to send this to Cam and now I’m just, I’m sorry.” you reiterated. 

‘Hey, don’t apologize on my account.” he countered. “Plus, you should be thrilled you sent it to me and not that asshole, doesn’t deserve ya.” 

“I know, you’re right. Doesn’t change the fact that I’m mortified though. S’bit ridiculous, get a little alcohol in my system and I have a god complex all of a sudden” you rambled, running your hands through your hair nervously. 

Calum stood and pulled you into his arms, resting his chin on the top of your head. 

“You think too much, y’know that?” he quipped. 

You turned your head, pressing a cheek against his sweater clad chest and mumbled, “Yea I’ve been known for that.” 

Calum softly chuckled at your words before pressing a chaste kiss to the top of your head and pulling apart. 

“S’really no big deal, y/n.” a teasing grin plastered on his face. “Besides I can’t say I didn’t enjoy it.”

“Calum!” you scolded, swatting a hand at his arm. 

He dodged your hit just in time and held his hands up in surrender before taking his seat again. 

“Why'd you let that dick bother you anyway? Y’know you’re way out of his league.” 

Your jaw clenched at the question, your mind wandering to every time you had come to Calum crying after your ex had done something to hurt you. Everytime he commented on your “stomach pudge” as he liked to call it, when you wore a tight dress to go out. Or when he would ask if you were really “that” hungry, even if you hadn’t eaten much at all. And each time you would feel absolutely wretched and end up sobbing in Calum’s arms, but refusing to tell him why you were so, so sad. 

“He texted me the other day y’know?” you muttered under your breath, while fiddling with the coffee machine. 

“Really? What’d he say?” Calum responded, watching your back with narrowed eyes. 

“Uh, he saw me the other night, when we were at that bar with the guys.” you said, shaky fingers pulling out a mug. 

“And?” he spoke flatly. 

“It’s stupid really,” you sniffled, willing your voice not to break. “He said I put on a few pounds, that he was glad he got out when he did.” your bottom lip traitorously jutted out as you turned to face him. 

“Fucking dick.” he hissed. 

Calum wasn’t necessarily proud of the violent images that flashed through his mind at the thought of that asshole finding yet another way to hurt you but, the sad little quiver of your lip allowed him to reason without a doubt that they were fair. 

Before you could even blink he was holding you again, arms impossibly tight around you. . 

“He’s wrong, y/n. Fuck, I don’t know how to even...he’s just so wrong.” he said softly, his hand rubbing your back reassuringly. 

“I know.” you whimpered, holding tears back. 

He pulled back enough to look you in the eyes, arms still firm around your waist. 

“No you don’t. It’s...It really fucking pisses me off that he makes you feel like this. It’s like-fuck you’re just like-” he moved his hands to cup your cheeks. “You really are gorgeous.” 

Your heart fluttered at his words, and your whole body felt warm as you stared at his big brown eyes. His words felt sincere, everything about him felt so sincere. 

“Thank you, Cal.” 

He pulled you back into his chest, “Really wish I could just, like hug away all his bullshit.” 

“M’used to it.” you mumbled. 

“You don’t deserve any of it.” 

“Yea, well what can you do.” you sighed, moving out of his embrace. 

Calum’s eyes were still glued to you as you stirred a spoonful of sugar in your coffee. 

“I hope you don’t let anything he says get to you.” 

You let out a breath of exhaustion. 

Confidence wasn’t something that you used to struggle with. I mean sure, there were spouts of insecurity here and there but you knew your worth, and you considered yourself pretty, hot even. That had all changed a few months into your latest relationship. First it was the backhanded compliments which quickly turned into passive comments, and then outright cruel insults. People really underestimate the toll their words take on others, especially when the person that’s making you feel so ugly and worthless, is one that you adore and who’s supposed to adore you right back, no matter what. 

“I try but, he can’t just be making it all up.” you were ashamed. When did you become the girl that lets a guy affect how she sees herself? That just wasn’t you. 

“He is. He’s insecure and a douche. He was probably trying to destroy your confidence to the point that you felt like you couldn’t leave him.” Calum assured. “But you’re way too strong for him, dumped his sorry ass anyway.” 

You smiled gratefully at his words, taking a seat next to him. 

“Yea, so strong I tried to send him half naked pictures for reassurance.” 

Calum shook his head, “I wish you could see how hot you are.” 

Your eyes widened at the compliment, your head dropping to avoid his stare as blood rushed to your cheeks. 

“I’d be happy to reassure you whenever you want.” he continued, bumping his knee against yours under the table. 

“Doesn’t count.” you dismissed, before sipping your coffee. “You're my best friend, you’re obligated to tell me I’m pretty.” 

“Doesn’t mean I don’t mean it.” he muttered back quietly, his expression dropping slightly. He hated when you deflected his compliments. All he ever wanted to do was make you feel good, and you made it very difficult for him when you blocked every swing he took at the wall of insecurity that Cam had built around you. He would kill Cam if he could. 

You let out an apologetic sigh, wrapping your arms around his neck and burying your face in his shoulder. 

“M’sorry, you’re right. I love you for that, the only thing keeping me sane.” 

Your heart squeezed as he hugged you back. 

Calum was perfect, he was sweet, and funny, and quite literally your favorite person on earth. Not to mention you had been hopelessly in love with him since practically the beginning of your friendship. But as his best friend you had heard over and over just how uninterested he was in a relationship. Everytime you would ask about his love life he would just respond, 

“I’m just not the boyfriend type, m’not cut out for it.” shrugging nonchalantly. 

Which you thought was laughable because anyone would be lucky to have him as a boyfriend, in fact sometimes you would let yourself pretend he was yours. 

Like,in a busy club with his hands on your hips, guiding you through the crowds. So close behind, you could feel each exhale on the back of your neck, as his eyes darted around the room to ensure there weren’t any potential threats to your safety, in the form of drunk overzealous flirts. Or after a night out when he got cuddly and clingy, and would find his way from the couch into your bed. You’d wake up with his cheek pressed against your chest and his arms snaked around your torso as he released soft breaths that caused goosebumps to rise on your exposed skin. You’d let yourself imagine that you had this every morning and that he would wake up any minute to smother your face in kisses and tell you he loved you. And of course, here he was again this morning being so thoughtful and kind and everything you wanted in a boyfriend. And here you were again swimming in his praises and physically having to restrain yourself from kissing him. 

Begrudgingly, you pulled away and stood up. 

“Gonna get changed.” you spoke. 

“I’m making us breakfast.” Calum called as you walked away. You hummed in response and slipped into your room. 

Once in the privacy of your own room you quickly pulled on a pair of leggings and a hoodie before scurrying to the bathroom sink and splashing cold water on your face in hopes of ridding yourself of any romantic thoughts towards your best friend.

Although you weren’t aware, Calum was doing the very same thing just a few feet away. Internally reminding himself repeatedly that it was never gonna happen with you. He wasn’t good enough to be anyone’s boyfriend, let alone yours. You didn’t want him that way and he could almost trick himself into believing that he was okay with that.

You hastily finished brushing your teeth before returning to the kitchen. You were greeted with the sight of Calum’s back, he stood over the toaster cutting an avocado and humming a song you didn’t recognize quietly to himself.  He looked over his shoulder as your footsteps approached. 

“Hungry?” he questioned. 

“You have no idea.” you affirmed, as he fixed a plate for you both. 

“Good. I was thinking we could watch something while we eat,” 

“Fine with me.” you responded, hoping he wouldn’t notice the distraction laced in your voice. Your focus had easily been stolen from the conversation to how easy it was to see his back muscles flex through the thin material of his jumper. 

But of course he did, it was Calum after all. 

“Y’alright?” he said, handing you a plate. 

“Uh, yep.” you rushed out. 

“Not still thinking about Cam, are you?” 

“No, not at all.” you answered honestly, walking to the couch, Calum trailing closely behind you. 

“Then what’s got you all flustered?” 

“You” you thought, taking a seat in the furthest corner. 

“I’m not flustered.” 

“Bullshit” he countered, sitting practically on top of you. 

You let out a huff, and motioned to the other  completely empty side of the couch. 

“Is there a reason we aren’t practicing personal space right now?” 

He laughed softly at your question and nuzzled closer into your side. 

“Yea, you’re all pouty, looks like you need a cuddle.” 

 “I’m really fine Cal.” you shoved him lightly but saw no results, he just scooched in even closer and bit into his toast. 

The two of you sat in silence while some newly released action movie played on your TV. Calum’s arm was wrapped around your shoulders keeping you tight to his side, and although you could’ve sworn that you had been in this exact same position hundreds of times, you felt as if this were the very first time. Every single one of your nerves were on fire and the warmth that had flooded your body was making you antsy. 

Feeling overwhelmed by your senses, you allowed your eyes to flutter close with a deep inhale. 

“You okay?” Calum whispered, dipping his head down slightly to reach your ear.

You opened your mouth to respond but didn’t trust your voice to protrude through your shaky exhales, settling for a subdued nod instead. 

“You sure?” his words were long and drawled out, despite your eyes being closed you knew his proximity from the feeling of his breath just behind your ear. 

Before you could speak up his hand secured itself just above your knee, and your muscles flexed involuntarily at the contact. 

“Relax, y/n” he continued, his thumb beginning to run repeatedly over a spot on your inner knee. 

Everything in your brain was screaming at you to excuse yourself, maybe even kick him out, anything to gain some space and hopefully some clarity from the cloud of sexual tension that was looming over the two of you and blurring boundaries at lightning speed. But you were essentially frozen in place, petrified that any movement would alert Calum to the way he was affecting you. 

Your head lolled back to rest on his forearm which was lying behind you on the couch and finally peeled your eyes open, staring up at the ceiling. 

He watched you from the corner of his eye, taking note of every rise and fall of your chest, every thick swallow of your throat. 

If there was one thing Calum was well versed in, it was his ability to read you, he liked to think he knew you better than anyone else in the world. He could tell exactly how you were feeling just by watching you, your face, your breathing and he was more than shocked when he started getting the feeling you were no longer upset but something far more appealing. 

Were you turned on? Right here in his presence? The thought made blood rush to his dick, which twitched in his pants when another breathy sigh passed your lips. 

“What’re you thinking about, love?” 

Everything in you urged you to answer honestly, just tell him the truth. “You, I’m thinking about you. I’m always thinking about you.” But you couldn’t do that, so instead you deflected. 

“What’re you thinking about?” you countered, meeting his eyes. 

Calum questioned his next words very carefully, debating whether or not he could recover if he was wrong about what you were feeling and you shut him down. It was pointless though, he knew he would never recover from your rejection. He also knew that spontaneous combustion wouldn’t look very good on his tombstone and that’s exactly what would happen if he spent one more minute not kissing you. 

Fuck it. 

“That pretty little set you had on last night.” he confessed. 

That you weren’t expecting. 

A quiet whine rang from your throat and you were far too affected to feel embarrassed. 

And that did it, Calum was now impossibly hard in his pants, no doubt leaking precum onto his boxer briefs. He needed to get his hands on you, now. 

His hand started to slowly travel up your thigh, goosebumps rising on every centimeter they passed. 

“So gorgeous in red, aren’t ya y/n?”

“Cal,” you hissed when his thumb brushed the sensitivity of your inner thigh. 

“Mm.” he hummed. “It’d be pretty hard fo’me to stop right now, but I will if that’s what you want. Is that what you want, love?” 

He was sure he’d cry if he had to let go of you now, but he needed to hear you say it. 

“No, don’t wanna stop.” you whined, turning your body flush to his.

“Whaddya want then, baby? Hm?” You could feel his every word on the flushed skin of your neck as he leaned into the crook.

“Want you.” 

He could’ve came then and there. 

“Then I’m all yours.” he admitted before crashing his lips on yours. 

Your heart was in your stomach as his tongue entered your mouth, explorative and eager. He was too busy memorizing your taste to notice your fingers tugging at his sweater. You attempted to push it up desperate to feel his skin under your hands. You were able to pull the fabric up about halfway before they were blocked by his arms that were holding you close against him.

Calum laughed when you pulled apart from the kiss, giving him a disappointed look. 

“Want it off?” he teased. 

You couldn’t bother to be embarrassed when you nodded eagerly in response. He didn’t waste any time peeling the fabric off of his skin, and you were quick to lightly run a finger across the ink feather just below his collarbone. 

Now it was his turn to tug on your clothes, “Level the playing field?” 

You nodded, lifting your arms and allowing him to lift the sweatshirt over your head leaving your chest completely bare. Calum groaned at the sight of your tits, his hands quickly finding your waist and tugging you down to lay on your back in one swift motion. 

Once you were laid out in front of him he took the opportunity to explore the new skin. His hands left a lingering warmth as they dragged across your stomach and despite the kind words and endearing demeanor that he always upheld with you, you found yourself shying under his gaze, wanting to curl away from him. As your hands began to wrap around your stomach in an attempt to cover yourself up he quickly pushed them away, locking them in place on either side of you. 

“Wanna see everything baby, all of you.” he cooed in your ear before nipping at the lobe. 

His kisses began to travel down your neck, sucking a few marks to your collar bones and the surrounding areas. When his fingers grazed over a fresh bruise in the dip just between your neck and shoulders you hissed lightly. 

“You look so pretty marked up for me. All mine, aren’t you baby? Not Cam’s, mine. Say it.” 

“Yours, Cal.” you admitted, feeling your body sink further into the couch. You had never felt drunk off of someone’s words before and the experience was leaving you sputtering, completely compliant to your best friend. 

He hummed contently at your confession, his large hands gripping at your hips, before slowly peeling your leggings off.

“Y’feel so good in my hands, like you were made for me.” his thumbs poking at the soft skin, just beneath your panties. 

The feeling of his hands so close to where you needed them, but not quite there was driving you crazy. 

“Cal, please.” you begged. 

He groaned before tugging at the cotton covering you. “Cam’s a fucking idiot, y’know that? He had the prettiest girl in the world and treated her like shit. I’d never do that, wanna worship you baby.” 

It was ridiculous how overwhelmed his words were leaving you, all desperate and squirming. As his fingers met the soaked expanse of your cunt you couldn’t hold back the throaty moan it elicited. 

A pornographic sigh followed close behind, one that made Calum want to pinch himself to ensure he wasn’t in the midst of a haunting dream. 

“Soaked f’me darling.” he mused, running his fingers up and down your folds to completely coat you in your arousal. You whimpered at the feeling, bucking your hips up desperate for friction. 

Tutting while shaking his head, he used one hand on your lower stomach to press you back down to the couch. 

“Stay still for me won’t you, love?” he cooed, continuing to run his fingers over your core lightly. 

When you bobbed your head up and down in agreement he lifted your leg to his mouth, pressing a kiss to your calf. 

“Hm, good girl.” he praised, softly laying your leg back down. 

Calum hovered above you, dipping his head down every so often to peck at your chest, his fingers still unrelenting. The knot in your lower stomach tightened every second that passed and you felt like you could scream at any second, yearning to be full. 

Calum felt like he could burst any minute himself but was determined to make this experience the best of your life. He wanted to give you something to remember, a reason to want more. 

Your soft moans and frustrated grunts alerted him to your neediness and he was just about ready to give in for the both of you. 

“What do you need from me, baby?” he said against your shoulder before peppering kisses across your collar bones. 

You could only respond with an airy moan when his fingers found your clit. 

“Hm? My fingers?” You shook your head aggressively. He knew exactly what you wanted, the tease. 

“No? Want my mouth?” he teased further, leaving an opened mouth kiss in between your tits. 

“Cal,” you sighed. “Fuck me, please.”

He groaned at your words, nipping lightly at the skin before ridding himself of his pants. 

“You’re a fucking dream, y’know that?” he praised, desperately searching for a condom in his pants. When he finally located one he held it up to you as if it were a prized possession, smiling proudly at his own preparedness. 

He hastily freed himself from the constraints of his boxers and rolled the condom on, never once taking his eyes off of the blissful expression on your face. 

“Ready?” he questioned, his tip lightly pressing at your entrance. You nodded and sucked in a breath, bracing yourself for the stretch, your eyes falling closed in the process. 

When a few seconds went by and nothing happened you opened your eyes to find Calum staring down at you in awe. 

“Cal,” you whined. “what’re you doing?” 

Your words seemed to break him from his trance, he shook his head and muttered an apology to you. 

“Sorry, fuck you’re pretty. You’ve got no idea how long I’ve been waiting for this.” 

“Then stop waiti-” your words were cut off by a sharp hiss that couldn’t have been prevented as his length finally pressed into you. 

“Fuck.” Calum groaned his head falling back. You felt too good around him, seriously he was fucked, completely ruined for you. 

You felt the exact same as your silky moans filled the room. You had never been filled this good and you questioned how you had gone so long without this. 

“M-move” you sighed, clenching around him. 

You could hear his breath catch at the feeling and he grunted out a strained, “Need a minute.” 

He held himself in place for a few more seconds until his breaths began to even out once again before pulling nearly all the way out and slamming back in. 

You yelped, pulling your lip between your teeth in hopes to drown the sound. 

He continued slamming into you at an unrelenting pace, taking notice of each time your eyes would roll back when he brushed against your g-spot. He could write a book about how good you looked all fucked for him. 

As his thrusts grew closer together you could feel your release creeping up on you.  

“Cal, need’ta cum.” you stuttered out. 

His hands tightened around your hips, pulling you even closer to him as his head poked at that spot again. 

“Go on baby, let go.” he encouraged, willing himself to hold out a little longer as your walls fluttered around him. 

Once you had came it only took him about three more thrusts before he was painting the condom with his release, groaning your name as his hand searched for yours to intertwine them as he came down from his own high. 

  His body flopped next to yours on the couch, both of you struggling to fit next to each other in such a small space, not that either of you minded the close quarters. 

Your fingers remained laced together as you caught your breath, Calum peppering kisses to your shoulder and mumbling praises into your skin. 

“You’re an angel. God, I just- I love you.” he said, causing your head to snap in his direction. 

He looked like a deer in headlights when you asked for him to repeat himself. 

“I love you?” he obliged.

“Is it a question?” 

“No, I’m just not used to saying it.” he admitted, vulnerability clear in his eyes. 

You wanted to kiss away the worried crease in his forehead but instead pressed your lips to his, pulling apart a fraction of an inch to speak after a few seconds.

“I love you too.” you ensured. 

Calum eyes widened, not expecting you to say it back, at least not so soon. He had so much he wanted to say to you but figured all of it could be summed up by another kiss to your soft lips. So he closed the distance once again, using a bit more force this time in hopes it would convey the strength of his feelings for you.

[absolutebl]

Thai BL Does Shakespeare

Oooo this’ll be fun. So since Bad Buddy is basically doing a contemporary pastiche of Romeo & Juliet, only gay, it made me want to see this done for other Shakespeare plays. 

Of course I had to give them new Thai BL-ish titles too, okay? 

Romeo & Juliet = Bad Buddy 

What we’re getting: Romeo & Romeo from GMMTV as a university set Thai BL staring two of their best actors. 

More? We want it to end happily, but otherwise, so far so good. 

Twelfth Night = What You Will 

What I want: look this is a crossdressing piece and why not just do that? Admittedly both Japan and Vietnam handle drag better, but if Thailand could be honest about it I think they’d do a great job. Of course one of the main characters is named Will. 

More? This is my favorite Shakespeare play so it has to go to an established pair that can really act and also look hella pretty. I dithered over Sugus & Tenon (PitchBank from Golden Blood) but not sure they have shown their metal enough to anchor a full show like this one. Settled on PerthLay because Lay is so beautiful and Perth broods beautifully, and I’m pretty confident they got the skillz for it. 

Taming of the Shrew = Taming of the Tsundere

What I want: 10 Things About You only gay af. And I think EarthMix could handle it. Admittedly it could be argued that this is SOTUS already, but either way BL actually suits this play which (might be argued) is the most difficult to modernize. By making this one gay, you can play with gender roles and not face up to the serious feminist issues it poses for a modern audience. 

More? There is a huge part of me that thinks this should to go to Taiwan to be done properly. But that’s not the game I set out for myself. 

Much Ado About Nothing = Much Ado About Engineering 

What I want: this one could be adapted pretty easily to a new students starting at engineering uni model. The existing host family is the older students and the visitors are the new freshmen. So back into 2 Moons territory. It’s got enemies to lovers, solid side dishes, and a super one note villain (did Mame take notes?). 

More? Frankly this kinda writes itself, it basically IS BL already only the original forgot to be gay. The leads have to be able to deliver the back and forth barbed wit of the dialogue though. Beatrice has one of the best rants ever written.

O God, that I were a man! I. would eat his heart in the marketplace.

The actor has to be able to handle it. Which honestly left me no choice, Gun it is. They’re getting a bit old for a uni setting but really who but OffGun could do this play justice? 

As You Like It = Too Much of a Good Thing

What I want: another cross dressing piece only this time a pastoral comedy and honestly I think that is it’s charm, so it has to be kept. In other words, like 1000 Stars this BL would need to leave the city to be successful. 

More? This play is too long, no one argues that, so it’s need to be cut back, but it is a good adventure story. So I handed it to SantaEarth, I think they could redeem themselves with this one. Also Earth = the Prettiest Rosalind EVER. 

Midsummer Night’s Dream = What Fools These Students Be

What I want: Starhunter to roll out their full cast of chaos babies and go to town like they did with Gen Y only with an actual story and script to work with. I don’t know how they might handle the fantastical elements but I think they should leave them in. 

What we got already: I should say this one has already been done as a gay teen movie, it’s called Were the World Mine and it’s worth tracking down. I think it’s one that, now, only BL fans would appreciate anymore since it has soem issues with dub con and such, but hey we’re used to that. 

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[gucciwins]

Leather and Lace

The one where Harry goes to the Grammy's and Y/N is his date

Word count: 4,960

A/N: Hello beautiful friends! Harry at the Grammy's just blew me away, the leather look is all I want to talk about for the rest of my life.

I was feeling inspired and decided it was only fitting to continue Adore You. Part two is Three Time following nominations. So this is part three. Yes, I have a soft spot for Harry and Atticus. Will always write for them if the inspiration strikes.

warnings: smut (female pleasure), pandemic

There's been one thought running through Y/N's head for most of the day, and Harry can tell because it's nearing five pm and she has not started on dinner. Instead, she's sitting on the backyard steps that give her the beautiful view of the pacific ocean, an empty glass of wine in hand.

Harry doesn't say anything, just sits next to her, knowing she will speak when she's ready, but he also knows she enjoys the quiet moments with him.

Y/N leans her head on his shoulder, letting out a deep breath before settling down the wine glass to wrap her arms around his bicep.

"You asked me an important question."

"Wasn't that important." He shrugs.

"Harry," No nickname making sure he knows she's serious. "It is important. You asked me to be your date to the Grammys where you're opening the show and are a three-time nominee during a pandemic."

"Well, when you put it like that." He teases.

Y/N and Harry made two years of dating on February 16. To celebrate, they had dinner from their favorite Italian food place with chocolate strawberries for dessert that Atticus made for them with the help of Mitch and Sarah, who were more than pleased to take him for the night. It was a beautiful day primarily spent in bed talking and enjoying each other, reminding each other how much they were loved and would continue to be as years went on.

Two years and their relationship has been well hidden. Honestly, Jeff has been impressed at how not one word has gotten out. This may be due to only close friends and family knowing about the relationship. Also that they spent almost one entire year inside due to this ongoing pandemic.

She's not worried about others finding out about her relationship with Harry; that isn't her big concern; it is what they will say about her and Atticus. Harry is a single dad to the world, and Atticus is his first priority, and everyone knows that; she does not want to be the reason they write about how Harry is a neglecting father for dating someone so openly. She fears the backlash and how it can affect how Harry sees her.

Reasonably, Y/N knows that won't happen and that Harry sees her as his life partner as he's told her on multiple occasions. Also, the assurance that Atticus gives to her by calling her Mum more openly around their family. The constant I love you's get her through it.

"I understand if you aren't ready, love."

"Don't think I'll ever be ready, but there are lots of times where I just find myself wanting to shout it from the rooftops how much I love you." Harry smiles, knowing he's felt the exact same way.

"Yes, I'll be your date to the Grammys." She breathes out after a moment of silence.

Harry sits up straight, shifting to make her look him in the eyes. "Yeah, you will?"

"I'd be honored."

Harry's smile is breathtaking, and the next thing she knows, his lips are on hers. It's passionate and full of thank you's because she knows how much this means to him.

He pulls back but not before pecking her lips twice.

"I'm going to call Jeff." Harry rushes inside, leaving her alone once more, but a sincere smile is left on her face.

Y/N said yes because even though a part of her wanted to say no, the urge to say yes won because to be there by his side holding his hand no matter the results win her over.

She says yes because as much as she may have wanted to say no, the urge to say yes and be there by his side, holding his hand no matter the results, wins her over.

Harry comes back ten minutes later, a bottle of champagne in hand, with his eyes shining bright as if he had already won the award. "Jeff said it's all set. He's going to be our third wheel for the night."

She laughs, knowing very well he loves when Jeff has to be around them without his wife now. Always teasing him, but also very happy for him.

"Pop that open then! Let us celebrate." They walk back into the house, getting glasses, when they hear small steps approaching them.

Atticus is thrilled at hearing the news about Harry performing at the Grammys. He got even more excited when he found out Harry was taking Y/N as his date. Told them that she would be the prettiest on the carpet, Harry had pouted, asking what about him. Only to agree when Atticus said no one's beauty compares to his Mum's.

Harry had asked Glenne to watch over Atticus, and she eagerly accepted. They let Atticus know, and he was over the moon excited. Atticus knew his Auntie Glenne had a hard time saying no to him.

In a different time, if there was no pandemic, Harry knows Atticus and Y/N would have been the perfect dates for what is supposed to be a joyous night.

Grammy day arrived, and Harry walked the red carpet alone.

It's something all three agreed on, not at all wanting to steal any attention when it was such a big debut for Harry. As much as Harry wanted photos with her, he knew this was the way to go; she would be sitting next to him for the rest of the night, which he was thankful for.

Harry felt comfortable and happy in his red carpet look. He was wearing a green and yellow check tweed jacket and a tartan sweater combo worn, flared trousers, and lavender boa. It was a bit different but entirely himself, and that's all he wanted.

As soon as he's done posing for photos, he has his mask back on and is ushered into his changing room to change for his performance happening very soon.

Y/N is waiting in there chatting with Sarah, and when Harry opens the door, he's taken back by her beauty. Yes, he saw her dressed at home, but she seems like a dream here in this new light. Y/N is wearing a lilac satin backless dress, a long slit going up her left leg. She's wearing gold heels that their wonderful friend Harry Lambert acquired for her. The gold primrose signet ring adorned her right-hand ring finger. A few more that she has gifts from her mother and others she bought for herself, but his attention is on the one he gives her because even as she is in a conversation with someone she's fidgeting with, she has the feel of it under her fingers.

"Clear the room, friends," Jeff announces. "Styles here has to get ready. We can start heading to the stage."

Everyone is up and out in a matter of seconds, Jeff shutting the door behind him, telling him he only has fifteen minutes.

More than enough.

"Are you going to help me or just sit there ogling me?"

She smirks. "If I help, there's no saying you'll get clothes on in time."

Harry feels a twitch in his trousers and knows she's right. He huffs, not bothering to argue, just throwing his lavender boa in her direction.

"I'll always accept a striptease."

"I should have had Jeff kick you out as well," Harry says, not meaning a single word.

Y/N pouts. "Not nice, H."

"Baby, please. No more teasing, not really a fan of going on television with a boner, especially in leather." Harry stops her before she can continue on.

"Alright, I'll behave."

Harry breathes a sigh of relief because he's always so close to caving in. She has that effect on him.

Y/N sits there, turned on by Harry changing his outfit. What she wishes she was home instead because watching and not being able to touch is absolute torture.

Harry shimmy himself into the leather pants wanting to get Y/N to laugh, and it works like he knew it would.

"Got a nice ass, Styles. Might have to take it for a ride."

Harry mutters a fuck, and she's giggling. "It's like you hate me."

"On the contrary, I adore you."

"Yeah, well, hand me the jacket, please."

Y/N gets up, the black leather cropped jacket in hand; she stands behind him, guiding him to slip in his left arm, followed by his right. It rests perfectly on his shoulders; she let her hands slide down his arms before turning him around and getting a good look at the completed fit.

She takes a step back as Harry reaches for the mint feathered boa slipping it over his shoulders before dramatically swinging it over his left shoulder. He poses a hand on his hip.

"What's the verdict?" He's biting back a laugh.

"I'm in love. You should ask for my help in designing a look more often." Y/N's gaze has not left his exposed torso. The butterfly fly tattoo starting back at her, Harry's a bit leaner, but he's never looked, fitter. Definitely, feel lucky she can run her fingers over his abs as soon as they get home.

"You recommended no shirt."

"And look how right I was. Your fans are going to go crazy."

"There's only one person I care about going crazy." He steps forward, pressing a kiss to her neck before trailing up to her lips. Leaving soft kisses, not giving her more, and she needs it. She needs him to push her up against a wall and just take her.

"Trust me, baby. I'm showing so must restraint right now. Fuck, you need to walk out now before you're late."

Harry smirks; he likes knowing the effect he has on her. She's the reason he's wearing leather, having confessed thinking he'd look really good. And right she was. "Need a good luck kiss."

Y/N nods, bringing a hand up to rest on the back of his neck, the heels adding a few extra inches making her aligned perfectly with his plump pink lips. She's gentle as she connects their lips; he wraps a hand around her waist before taking control of the kiss, slipping his tongue inside; she lets out a soft moan as he kisses her with all he has. Harry pulls away, a dimpled grin on his face. "Lots of luck in that kiss." a

She nods, still in a daze. "I'll be watching, baby."

Harry and Y/N walk out hand in hand, masks on as they find Jeff, who directs him to the stage entrance, a whispered I love you and a final kiss. He's walking towards the stage, greeting each of his band members lingering a second longer with Sarah.

Y/N was grateful she was allowed to watch the performance from a hidden side stage with Jeff by her side. Those three minutes of Harry singing, she was left in awe as she always is; he's got a way of capturing your full attention. She let out a gasp when Harry threw the boa and turned to have exposed his chest, a broad smile on her face. Jeff was trying to stifle a laugh next to her, and she knew he would be passing this information along.

She felt lucky to be loved by Harry.

As soon as Harry finished performing, Jeff ushered her to his changing room where she could watch the other performances as they waited for Harry to join them once more before going to sit at the socially distanced tables.

Harry came back, a deep smirk on his face, his mint boa now resting on Mitch's neck. "What you think, love?"

"You were wonderful; you and the band just killed it. I felt like it was my first time listening to it. Those note changes were beautiful." She hugs him, happy to have him in her arms again. "Get changed, not much time."

Harry nods, going to the clothes rack but comes back to give Y/N a kiss. She feels herself melt into his touch. She pulls away and sees his green eyes glistening. "Thank you for being here." Before she can respond, he's walked away and changing into his previous outfit.

Harry is dressed, and Jeff ushers them out. Harry leads, greeting people as they walk by, occasionally stopping for someone. Y/N falls behind, smiling at everyone from behind a mask, she laughs, remembering others can't see it, but hopefully, they feel it. She spots a women's restroom and grabs Jeff's arm to get him to stop. He turns concerned. She leans in close, letting him know she's heading to the restroom and will catch up soon.

Y/N is walking out of the restroom heading down the hall when she stops hearing her name called. She turns and finds it's her good friend Julia Michaels.

"Hi darling," Y/N greets a large smile hiding behind her mask. "You look brilliant." Julia was dressed in a black gown adorned with white patterns resembling seashells and her tattoos on full display. Y/N was in awe.

"Thank you! As do you." She says, pulling her in a hug. "Is that a bit of an accent I hear?"

Y/N laughs. "Don't know about that; I've been living in London for years now. Might be that I've been around my British friends constantly."

"That or-"

Julia is interrupted by a man calling her name. Y/N sees it's her boyfriend, JP Saxe.

"Ah, the beau is calling for you, it seems." Y/N teases.

"Oh bummer, I love chatting with you. I would tell you all about him, but I'd expect the same."

"What do you mean?" She feigns confusion, but Julia sees past her.

"Well, who's your date?"

She can feel her face warm, knowing exactly who she's referring to.

"I came with my boyfriend," Y/N answers proudly.

Before Julia can respond, Y/N feels a hand on her back and turns to find Harry behind her. "Calling for us to head to our seats, nominations up next."

"Okay, H." She smiles, knowing there was a look of concern for her hiding behind the mask.

Harry seems to remember she was speaking with someone.

"Hello, Julia, lovely music. This one always plays it around the house." Harry knocks his hip with Y/N's. "Especially this new song that's nominated, she always had it playing. Soon my son was singing it as well. It meant I had to join in. I don't like being the odd one out."

"Thank you, Harry; I'm glad you could all enjoy my music. We've been doing the same. Fine Line is a gorgeous album. Best of luck tonight." Julia tells him sincerely.

"You as well."

"One last thing between us."

"Of course," he nods.

"She's a special one; take real good care of her." Y/N has never been more thankful for a mask because it hides her face that she is slowly starting to heat up.

"I like to think I've been doing a good job, or she wouldn't have stuck around for two years so far."

Julia doesn't hide her shock, her eyes go wide, and Harry just smirks.

Y/N laughs. "We have been good at laying low. Except for this one, he likes to always be doing something new."

"What can I say? I like to keep busy." Harry shrugs, knowing everyone knows about his next film in London.

"Now we definitely have to grab dinner soon or a zoom date, I don't know. I want to hear all about it." Y/N can tell Julia is curious but overall happy for her.

With that, they bid each other goodbye, and Harry escorts her to their seats.

"Someone is very open," Y/N tells him, adjusting her dress as she sits down.

"She's a good friend of yours but also Niall's. I know we can trust her." Harry tells her honestly.

"I see. We'll see how interviews go soon." Y/N knows Jeff had told them he had to do at least one interview if he didn't win, and if he did, it would just be him addressing the virtual press room.

Harry is sitting in the middle, Jeff to his left andY/N to his right. He's never felt as safe when they name the nominees for the category.

Y/N feels the tight grip Harry has on her thigh, and his left hand is rubbing up and down his pants to dry the sweat she can only imagine is building up. She looks up at his face, but he's calm, but she knows him; there's a storm of thoughts running through his head. Y/N knows there isn't much to help ease, but she can remind him she's there for him. She lifts his hand that was resting on her thigh to her lips and gives it a gentle kiss through her mask, yes he can't feel it, but the sentiment is there. She sets his hand back, fingers now intertwined with hers. Y/N knows he's looking at her and meets his gaze reassuring him with his eyes she loves him.

Rachelle Erratchu is opening the envelope, and in the next few seconds, she will announce the winner for the best pop solo performance.

"Watermelon Sugar, Harry Styles!"

Harry sits there shocked, his shoulders dropped, eyes wide, not at all able to hide the shock. He just heard his name called; he just won a Grammy.

In the next second, he's standing up, removing his mask, his nervous smile now able to be seen by the camera. Jeff is quick to pull him in a tight hug. Y/N stands feeling the happiness travel through her entire body.

Harry won.

A mask is no longer hiding his smile, and she knows if she removed her, she'd have a matching smile. Harry hugs her tight, her arms going around his waist; she can feel how fast his heart is beating. Harry is not at all ready to let her go but knows he has an acceptance speech to give.

"You did it, H," she whispers, ushering him to head up the stage.

Harry gets up, letting out a deep breath as he hears the applause continue. He picks up the Grammy for a second before setting it back down. He looks out at the audience, and he's just astounded that he's won.

"Wow, um..." Harry takes a deep breath before starting. "To everyone who made this record with me, thank you so much. This was the first song we wrote after my album came out, during a day off in Nashville. I just wanna say thanks to Tom, Tyler, and Mitch, and everyone, Rob Stringer, everyone at Columbia, my manager Jeffrey who always nudged me to be better and never pushed me and thank you so much, and I feel very grateful to be here." He smiles at Y/N. "Thank you to my son, who has been the light in my life and my biggest fan. Everything I do is for him, and I hope I continue to make him proud. I love you, darling boy." Harry knows he's got only so much time left, but there is one last person to thank. He doesn't address her by name, but everyone in that room knows what he says next is for Y/N as he never takes his eyes off of her.

"Thank you for believing in me. I was not the easiest to deal with when we first met, but you're here and have been every step of the way. Thank you for helping me become a better man each day. I adore you." He chuckles, continuing on, "All these songs are fucking massive, so thank you so much; I feel very honoured to be among you, so thank you so much."

Harry walks off stage, leaving the grammy he had just won behind, eager to have Y/N back in his arms. His eyes are set on her; she's standing arms open, ready for him. He melts into her touch, hiding his head in her neck placing a gentle kiss on her exposed neck. "I love you," he whispers.

Y/N softly cradles his cheek as he leans into her touch, her eyes filling with tears of joy. "I love you, H."

Harry pulls away, letting her take a step back as Jeff hugs him tighter than before. He's so happy he places an affectionate kiss on Jeff's masked cheek.

Harry's happy; he knows he didn't need an award to let him know how talented he was, but it was an honor to have his support team by his side as he did receive the award.

Harry had taken Y/N with him to help change, claiming he needed help. Jeff knew better but let them be.

As soon as Harry ushered them into the changing room, he pushed her up against the locked door, ripped his mask off, shoving it in his pocket, kissing down her neck.

Y/n reaches a shaky hand up to remove her mask, letting it fall in Harry's waiting hand to place next to him.

"Kiss me," she breathes.

Harry, never one to deny her, brings his lips to hers. Y/N felt her whole body tingle as he claimed control over her mouth, hungry and intense as if she'd disappear if he would slow down.

Y/N laughs as her hands rest on his shoulder, letting him kiss all the skin she has exposed.

"Baby, you're a Grammy winner." A hand now in his hair as she feels his lips right above the curve of her breasts.

"Just like you."

"Atticus must be so proud," Y/N says, now lost in thought.

Harry pulls back, "As much as I love our baby, please don't mention him as I'm trying to shag you in my dressing room."

Y/N grins nodding, she pushes the plaid jacket off his shoulders, letting it fall on the floor. "Sorry, did you say shag? Is that Grammy fame getting to your head?" She teases

"The only place my head is going is between your thighs." His voice rough, no longer teasing. She can see the lust building in his emerald eyes.

"Guess I'm the real winner," Y/N tells him, pushing up her dress to reveal her black lace panties, Harry's favorites.

"Fuck." Harry trails his hands down her thighs as he sinks to his knees.

Y/N holds her dress up as Harry begins to pull down her panties, letting them fall to her ankles. "Those are too hot to be hidden, baby. Fuck, knowing you had those on the whole time for me has me so hard." He unbuttons his trousers giving himself breathing space.

"Please, baby," Y/N begs, wanting him to give her some kind of release.

"Alright, darling, since we don't have much time."

Y/N has her legs spread open for Harry; her face was flushed, knowing the pleasure Harry would soon bring her. She was wet; she had been since she saw Harry perform in his whole leather outfit; she swears this look will enter her dreams when he's away.

"Love, you're so wet." He smirks, knowing this was for him, but a bit of confirmation never hurt anyone. "All-cause of me?"

"Yes, always wet for you." She breathes out, looking down at him.

Harry leans in, pressing soft kisses on her thigh, getting her to relax, wanting her to enjoy this as much as he's going to. He loves how soft her skin is; he litters kisses as he watches her, still feeling how close he is to where they both want him to be.

Y/N feels like she can't breathe; Harry's teasing always so good but not now. Not when she wants him inside her, but she settles for him eating her out. He's proven more than a dozen times how good he is with his tongue.

"I'm ready, darling. I'm ready to taste you, fuck, you smell amazing, but oh, there's something special about how you taste. Will you let me?" Harry asks, always asking for her consent, never wanting her to feel pressured.

"Yes, please." Harry always knows what she needs; she's happy to relinquish all control to him.

Harry tightened his grips on her thighs, scooting closer. He smiles at how glistening her pussy looks for him. How wet he's made her. He didn't have time for foreplay as much as he wanted to tease her have her withering under his touch. He drove right in, his tongue in between her lips, tasting her sweet juices. It was good, sweet, and just for him.

Y/N let out a moan; Harry wanted more from her; he wanted her a moaning mess. Y/n felt his tongue against her most sensitive spot and felt her knees go weak, fuck; he knew exactly how to bring her the pleasure she seeks.

Harry's eyes were closed, focusing on the noises Y/N was making and savoring the taste.

Y/N has a hand in his hair, her right hand holding up her bunched-up dress. "My winner," she moans out.

"You're always a winner. Fuck, so good." She pants.

"You are….baby" Nothing's making sense. She's lost in her pleasure. Harry was focusing on her clit; he licked at the small peek, knowing she was close.

She pulls harder on his hair, he lets out a moan against her pussy, and it brings her twice the pleasure. "Make me cum, baby." She whines, "Show me exactly why a song about oral sex deserved to win."

Harry, edged on by her words, begins to suck on her clit, letting her feel the ecstasy it brings her. Y/N lost in her pleasure, misses Harry's cursing against her.

"Harry, I'm close." She whimpers out.

"Cum for me, darling." He doesn't slow down, lapping against her pussy, taking everything she gives him. He sucks on her clit, swirling his tongue around as he brings a finger to her hole, gently pushing in, knowing it will drive her over the edge.

"Fuck, you're always a winner. This mouth is always a winner."

Y/N whines out his name, pulling him closer as he licks up all she offered him, letting her ride out her orgasm enjoying every moment. Harry pulls his hand away, setting it on her exposed thigh, drawing small comforting circles, until he's sure she's ridden it through.

She lets out a long sigh as she slides down the door, no longer able to stay standing. Harry grins, guiding her down gently as he sits back on his heels.

"Can I return the favor?" She blinks at him, lust still swimming in her eyes.

Harry blushes but not at all embarrassed. "Watching you cum for me did the job, baby."

She pouts her lips.

"Can treat me to a good time later," he promises; she eagerly nods, already knowing how she'd make him go crazy at him. The taste of him on her tongue later, something to look forward to.

"Think this was the reason you had a third outfit picked." She jokes,

Harry laughs, "Definitely."

Y/N and Harry sit there staring at each other, blissed out in pleasure, taking in the other's smile when a loud knock on the door startles them reminding them where they are.

"When you walk out of here, there better not be a single trace to what you did in there," Jeff tells them.

Harry smirks, "oh Jeffery, who does he take us for?"

Y/N is helped to her feet by Harry, who slips her panties back up her thighs. Y/N walks to the restroom to fix herself while Harry washes his face at the sink provided. Harry is quick to get out of his clothes and into the final outfit of the night. An orange blazer with a white low-cut shirt and plaid pants.

He's ready to step back out and mingle, showing off his girlfriend to everyone who approaches them. Harry stands in front of the mirror looking at the deep red mark on his neck where she left a love bite; he doesn't even remember her giving it to him.

She smirks, seeing him trace his finger over it. Y/N walks up to him, placing the black-feathered boa over his shoulders.

"I could get behind the feathered boas if it means I can leave more kisses like that behind," Y/N tells him as he swings it over his shoulder, adjusting it to hide the mark that would bruise over the next few hours.

"We'll see, love."

Y/N stands in front of the mirror, adjusting her dress. She smooths her hands over her dress, happy with how she looks. Not at all like she was just given the orgasm of her life. Harry smiles, grateful she was here with him on an important day. He loves her, and he knows she loves him.

"Ready, love?" He stands being her, hand on her waist

She turns her head up to look at him, puckering her lips, waiting for a kiss that Harry happily gives her. "Now, I'm ready."

Y/N and Harry walk hand in hand, masks on.

Harry may not have won any more awards, but he truly felt like he had won it all way before ever hearing his name being called. With a woman like Y/N on his side who was intelligent, beautiful, and independent, constantly pushing him to be a better person every day, there was no way he would ever know what it would be like to lose.

Thank you so much for reading! I adore you. Hopefully, the future allows me to write for Harry, Atticus, and Y/N some more but for now I hope you enjoyed this continued story. <333

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Hey y’all, here’s a request I got a while ago for M’Baku with a breeding kink. I hope I did you proud, anon! More oneshot requests coming soon. Next up: T’Challa in heat❤️‍🔥! Enjoy, and check out my masterlist when you’re done so you can read my other oneshots and series.

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Rada gazed at herself in the mirror as she finished applying a moisturizing serum to her face. Her eyes fell to her stomach and a tiny smile lifted the corners of her mouth, making the slight dimple in her left cheek come out of hiding. That sweet, longing smile turned mischievous when she locked eyes with her reflection and she went over her plan in her head. She was finally ready to take the plunge and become a parent, and she knew her husband, M’Baku, would be more than excited. In their three years of marriage, he never pressured her, but he was very vocal about the fact that he wanted to be a father. Truth be told, part of Rada wanted to have children a couple of years ago, but her fear of raising a child in this fucked up world kept her from going any further. That fear wasn’t completely gone, but it had waned enough for Rada to feel comfortable telling her husband she was ready.

She straightened the lace hem of her red silk nightie and took one last glance at herself before exiting the bathroom. M’Baku sat up on his side of the bed, nose deep in his latest read as Rada posed awkwardly in the doorframe.

“Hey, baby?”

“Yes, love?” he asked without looking up from the page.

Rada rolled her eyes and made her way over to the bed. “What are you reading?”

“A new thriller from Ade Mustafa. Just came out yesterday,” M’Baku mumbled as his eyes scanned each word like it held a secret. Rada crawled onto the bed and pulled the book from his hand. He grumbled in protest until he looked up and saw what his gorgeous wife was wearing and his eyes lit up. Rada placed his book facedown on the nightstand and pulled off his reading glasses.

“I want to talk to you about something.”

“You do not look like you just want to talk,” he grumbled as he planted a kiss on her collarbone, making her giggle. His strong hands traveled up her thighs and rested on her hips, gripping her tight.

“I had to get your attention somehow.” Rada stroked the back of his neck and looked deep into his eyes.

“I am sorry, my love. What do you want to talk about.”

“Children.”

M’Baku’s eyebrows shot up, making his forehead crinkle as he blinked in surprise.

“Ok...what about them?” he asked, trying not to get his hopes up over where the conversation might lead.

“I know you have wanted to be a baba for a while now, and I appreciate you waiting for me to catch up,” she started. “But I think I am ready now.”

“You think, or you are? If you need more time-”

“No, I am sure...You have given me so much over the years, and I want to give you a child.”

Seconds passed as M’Baku just stared at his wife in awe. A goofy, gap-toothed grin slowly took over his face, but Rada could feel that he was excited in more than one way. His girthy member hardened beneath her, and she knew she was in for it tonight.

“That is the sexiest thing you have ever said to me,” M’Baku growled into her neck as he peppered it with kisses. “When do you want to start?”

She pretended to think about it for a moment, and he paused his assault on her neck to watch her wheels turn. However, he didn’t have to wait long. She knew what she wanted, and she wanted it as soon as possible. “How about now?”

M’Baku’s already blinding smile stretched from ear to ear, and a deep rumbling erupted from within his chest. He flipped them over so that he laid on top of her and buried his face in her neck again, whispering in her ear between kisses.

“You want to have my baby?”

“Yes,” she giggled.

“Mmm.”

M’Baku’s hands roamed Rada’s body as he took in her scent. He couldn’t wait to feel her body changing as she grew his seed. He began salivating just thinking about her widening hips and growing belly. M’Baku’s fingers found their way between Rada’s legs, and she spread them wide to grant him access. He found her clit with ease, and she let out a low moan as he circled it slowly.

“I have been waiting for you to say that for years, Rada.”

“I know, I-” she began to apologize when he cut her off.

“Shhh, it is ok,” he pulled back to look her in her big doe eyes, “You needed to take your time...just like how I am going to take my time with you tonight.”

“Oh, really?” Rada teased with a smirk on her face.

“Mhm,” he nodded before pecking her lips softly. “And I am not pulling out, either.”

Rada bit her lip in excitement and wrapped her legs around his waist. It wasn’t often that she got to feel her husband release inside of her since they were trying to be careful, but she secretly loved when they slipped up. Despite her apprehension towards having children, Rada had always had a cum kink of sorts. She could orgasm just from the feeling of his dick pulsating inside her as he emptied himself into her warmth. Just the thought of it was enough to set her off, but now she would get to feel it without any fear. Rada was ready. She wanted it, and her husband was more than willing to give it to her.

“You can cum in me as much as you want, my chief.”

A deep growling erupted from M’Baku’s chest as he crashed his lips to hers, their tongues dancing together in a waltz they had perfected over the years. Rada’s hips bucked as she felt his thick fingers enter her, and she whimpered into M’Baku’s mouth as he slowly dragged them back and forth over her g-spot. Her hips wound against him as the palm of his hand stimulated her aching pearl, and just when she felt the dam about to break, he removed his fingers.

“M’Baku,” Rada whined, making him chuckle.

“What is it, pretty girl?”

“I want you inside me.”

“And you will get your wish. Be patient,” he whispered against her lips.

Rada rolled her eyes and poked out her lip in protest, but it just made him chuckle some more. He nipped at her lip before kissing down to her neck, making her shudder as his tongue brushed over her favorite spot. His hands traveled up her body and skillfully slid her lingerie up and over her head as his eyes landed on her supple breasts. His mind flashed to the image of them engorged with milk for their child, and before he knew it, his lips were wrapped around her erect nipples. Rada stroked the back of his head as he went back and forth between them, teasing with his tongue and lightly tugging with his teeth. M’Baku always paid special attention to her breasts, but this time felt different. It eventually clicked for Rada, and she decided to play along.

“They are going to get bigger, you know?”

“Mmmhm,” M’Baku groaned with a mouth full of titty.

“And you will have to share so I can feed our baby.”

A shockwave traveled down M’Baku’s body and straight to his hardening member as he longed to taste her. He sucked harder as though he were determined to pull milk from her, and Rada keened from the sensation. Her nipples were sensitive, and she almost came again, but he removed himself at the last second once more.

Rada’s breathing slowed as he kissed down her stomach, landing just below her belly button. M’Baku lightly dusted his fingers over her soft skin as he thought of the child they would make together. As if she could read his mind, Rada smiled softly and caressed his bearded cheek. Their eyes met, but no words were exchanged as he planted a soft kiss over her womb. His kiss was a “thank you” and a blessing all in one, and she felt the love radiating from where his lips touched her skin. It tingled, and the feeling expanded to cover her whole body as the warmth of his passion settled into her bones. Rada let out a sigh as he continued his descent to her treasure trove, and she jumped when she felt his mouth envelop her vulva. The flat of his tongue lapped up her juices as she squirmed, but he shot her a fierce warning glance, and she stopped moving immediately. M’Baku hated being disturbed when eating his favorite meal.

“Mmm, my chief,” Rada moaned, “I-I want to feel you ins-”

M’Baku slapped her inner thigh, and she yelped.

“Tell me what to do again, and I will be the only one getting a release tonight,” he mumbled with his lips dusting over her clit.

“Y-yes, sir.”

“Now, be good for your chief so I can put this baby in you.”

M’Baku’s skilled tongue had Rada struggling to control herself. She tried her best to stay still, but he had to forcefully hold her legs open so his tongue could explore her folds. He brought her to the edge over and over but denied himself her sweet nectar.

“Baby,” Rada whined as tears fell from her eyes. “Please let me cum for you.”

M’Baku kissed her pussy one last time before crawling up her body and kissing her upper lips. Rada moaned at the sweet taste of her on his tongue and the wetness of his beard, but just as she began to lose herself, he pulled back. M’Baku could see the anger on her face, and it amused him.

“You made me wait three years for this day, and you think I am going to let you get what you want so easily? No. You cum with my dick inside you and nowhere else. Understood?”

“Yes, my chief,” she sighed in defeat.

“Good girl.” He kissed her again and looked deep into her chestnut eyes. “Now, are you ready for me?”

Rada nodded enthusiastically.

“I bet,” he snickered. “You think your pretty pussy can handle all I have to give?”

“Mmm, yes, chief M’Baku.”

A fire burned behind his eyes as he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward. She bloomed for him and enveloped him in her warmth, making him moan as he seated himself inside her. M’Baku stilled, allowing Rada to revel in the feeling of him stretching her walls. They stayed like that for a while, gazing lovingly into each others’ eyes and feeling the other’s soft skin beneath their fingertips. Moments passed before M’Baku started to grind his hips, stirring Rada’s insides as he wrapped her legs around his waist.

“You, mmm, you f-feel so good.”

“Because you fit me so well, my love.”

M’Baku withdrew his hips and thrust forward with such restrained power that Rada yelped and dug her nails into his back. He groaned at the feeling and thrust forward again and again, finding the perfect rhythm and playing her body like a drum.

“M’Baku-”

“Who?” he sneered as he sat up without missing a beat. He looked down at her body, tits bouncing around as he pounded into her, and smirked, “You forget yourself.”

“I’m-”

“Did I say speak?!” he roared, and Rada shook her head frantically. She tried to give him her best puppy-dog eyes, but he was immune in this state. Lustful fear clouded Rada’s face as she felt his large hand wrap around her throat, and M’Baku grinned darkly when he felt her contract around him. “You like that, huh?”

Rada could only nod as his precise strokes brought her to her limit.

“You want to cum. I can feel it,” M’Baku teased as he tightened his grip. Rada nodded again with her bottom lip between her teeth. She was trying her hardest not to make a sound, but he was determined to make her break his rules. “Why are you holding it? I said you could cum with me inside you, love. So cum on my fucking dick.”

He dug even deeper, and Rada’s body shook as she erupted all over him. Her constricting walls pulled her husband right along with her, and the moment he let go of her throat, she wailed. Rada could feel every pulsation as he emptied himself into her, and she wound her hips up against his to stimulate her clit. She came again, and M’Baku smiled down at her as she convulsed.

“There you go. Now, does that not feel better?”

Rada looked at him with uncertainty, and M’Baku realized she was waiting for permission.

“You may speak,” he ordered through a smug smirk.

“Thank you, my chief.”

“Mmm, for what?”

“For letting me cum.”

“And?”

“And for rewarding me.”

M’Baku leaned down and kissed Rada’s forehead.

“You are more than welcome, love. Now turn over,” he said with a slap to her thigh. He removed himself from her, still erect and dripping with their combined fluids, and watched in amusement as Rada’s face twisted up at the loss of contact.

Rada loved the sting of his palm against her skin and decided she wanted more. She knew M’Baku could be a very impatient man when he was in the mood, so to tease him a little, she took her time rolling over. Before she could even get on her side, Rada heard a deep bark and felt M’Baku’s heavy hand come down on her behind. She yelped at the pain, but the sensation was quickly replaced by that same heavy hand kneading her flesh.

“I know you are toying with me, Rada.”

“I would never,” she gasped.

Rada tried to hold in her giggles but failed at her attempt. Of course, M’Baku saw the way the corners of her mouth struggled to lay still, and he decided to give her something to laugh about. He flipped her onto her stomach and lifted her hips before delving deep inside her once more. This time, he took no prisoners, and Rada’s screams filled the air as he plowed into her. The smile never left her face as he slapped her ass repeatedly or when he grabbed her short coils and pulled her back flush against him. M’Baku’s length reached deep inside her from every angle, making the smile on her face a permanent fixture. However, he felt he could find a better use for her mouth.

“Vula,” he commanded, and she opened wide, sticking her tongue out as far as it could go. M’Baku snaked his two long fingers in her mouth, and she closed her lips around them, sucking them the way she would the thick appendage that was currently wrecking her insides. “Mmm, I love that you do not have a gag reflex anymore.”

Rada sucked even harder as his other hand squeezed her hip. M’Baku pulled his fingers out with a “pop” and immediately brought them down between her legs. Her moans grew louder as he toyed with her, and moments later, she released around him again. Rada’s body went limp and he let her fall to the bed, but he didn’t stop. He licked up her spine as he leaned over her spent form, making goosebumps appear on her skin.

“You are not tapping out on me, are you?”

“N-no, my chief, I- oooh, yes!” Rada screamed as he dropped his weight on her.

“Good. One more, then you get a break. Ok, pretty girl?”

“Y-yes, sir.”

M’Baku’s hips picked up the pace as she anchored herself to the sheets with her face almost completely buried in the soft pillows. His fingers intertwined with hers and she held onto him for dear life. Rada could tell he was close, so she lifted her hips just a little bit, and wound back on him, meeting him thrust for thrust.

“Here it comes. You ready?” he growled in her ear, and the vibrations traveled straight to her pussy as she bit her lip and nodded.

“Give it to me.”

M’Baku fucked her through his orgasm, not letting up until he had finished filling her. He slowly ground his hips into hers as they came down from their high, and he rolled over to the side, taking her with him. They laid like that, cuddled up together and listening to each other breathe with his dick still pulsating inside her, for who knows how long. Eventually, the haze of lust lifted slightly, and M’Baku slowly pulled out of Rada, marveling at the sheer amount of his seed that slowly dripped out of her.

“Fuck,” he groaned, and she turned around to face him.

“What is it?” Rada asked, then followed his line of sight down to her dripping pussy. “Fuck…”

She rolled over on her back and her eyes traveled to his dick. It was still hard and dripping with their cum, and Rada’s mouth began to salivate. He knew what she wanted, and watched as she scooted down the bed and began licking their juices from his impressive length. Slurps filled the air as she took him down her throat, determined to get every last drop.

“Mmm, suck it just like that,” M’Baku moaned as his fingers tangled up in her tapered curls. She smiled up at him, and his jaw clenched as he tried to control himself. He felt himself nearing the edge, and an idea struck him; he wasn’t going to waste a single drop. As soon as he felt the sensation rising within him, he pulled her off of him and pushed her back onto the bed, quickly climbing on top and entering her with such fervor that she cried out to the heavens. He made it just in time, and emptied himself into her depths as he strummed her clit. Rada’s overstimulated pussy couldn’t take it, and she was pulled right along with him.

M’Baku kissed all over her face and neck as their breathing slowed down once more.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered against her lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too.” Rada pulled him into a passionate kiss, and they explored each others’ mouths for a moment before he tore his lips away from hers.

“Thank you,” he murmured as he rested his forehead on hers.

“You are more than welcome, my love.”

As usual, M’Baku pulled himself from her, and got up to go run a bath, but this time he just stood there, taking in her form.

“Is something wrong?” she asked, but her concerns quickly went away when a small smile appeared on his lips.

“Boy or girl?”

Rada stood and held his face in her hands, staring deep into his eyes.

“That does not matter to me. All that matters is that they are made with love.”

“That they will be.” He leaned down to kiss her forehead before taking her hand in his and leading her to the bathroom.

Rada sat on the edge of the tub and let her mind wander while she halfway watched him fill it with bath salts and warm water. She couldn’t help but picture M’Baku and their child. He would probably be the type to talk to her belly before they even made it into the world, and when they got here she had no doubt that their baba would be overprotective. No matter what, though, she knew he’d love their child more than anything in this world, and that brought her peace as her eyes wandered to her reflection again. She pictured herself pregnant with his undoubtedly big-headed baby and knew she had made the right choice. It was time for them to start a family.

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