#and it just feels like he balances the group out

[rainydayathogwarts]

I neeeed more poly!marauders x reader but maybe on the train to hogwarts and James gets worked up over some girl in a magazine???

Sirius's magazine - poly!marauders

summary: when sirius sneaks his porn magazine into james's backpack, it's almost inevitable for the boy to find it and caught a happy accident. wc: 2.2k+

It had been a long summer without your boys. Sirius and James had spent a couple of pleasant months together, exchanging kisses behind close doors in disguise of helping a friend out, and you and Remus had been left all alone. So it wasn’t really a surprise that you were the first to greet each other on the train back to Hogwarts. James watched with pouty lips as you and Remus engulfed each other in a tight hug, the taller boy leaning down to kiss you. James and Sirius followed your movements, exchanging hugs and short kisses before you settled yourself against Remus’s side, his arm slung over your shoulder, keeping you snug against him. 

The group fell into a comfortable atmosphere as Sirius delved into stories about him and James while they stayed at the Potter Manor, and how Fleamont almost caught them kissing a little more than one time. “Oh please, if anyone would be fine with their son liking boys, it would be James’s parents.” You pointed out, resting your head on Remus’s shoulder. James shook his head “No but my parents think I have a girlfriend. Well, they know I have a girlfriend, but that’s it.” You raised your eyebrows in surprise, feeling Remus’s body move as he chuckled. “Yeah, James spoke about you so much that his mum asked if you were his girlfriend. Spoiler alert: he said yes.” You grinned widely, putting a hand on Remus’s chest and glancing up at his amused expression.

“Also,” James added, “In every photo I showed of our friend group, you’re pretty much always sitting in my lap, so it would be weird if I said no and then showed them those photos.” You hummed, shrugging your shoulders. “What can I say, I know where my favourite seat is.” Remus lightly shoved you before instantly bringing you back to his side and pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Let me show you.” James insisted, leaning down to lift his backpack up into his lap and ruffling through it. He huffed, pulling a large object out of the bag and saying “Sirius, you didn’t!” But the image on the front cover of the magazine instantly gave it away. “What!?” The boy defended, “I didn’t have time to put it in my luggage and I wasn’t going to leave it!” 

“Sirius, I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t go shoving porn magazines in other people’s bags!” You and Remus both made a noise of understanding, nodding your heads in unison. “Three people aren’t enough to satisfy your needs?” Teased Remus, leaning further in his seat. Sirius held Remus’s eye contact, crossing his arms over his chest as he spoke “James, turn to page 26.” James obeyed, but not without shooting Sirius a suspicious look first. “Doesn’t she look just like her?” He asked, not breaking eye contact with the scarred boy.

James’s small gasp told you enough. His eyes were trained on the page, eyes wide, and if you were close enough, you’d probably see the way his pupils dilated. “What do you think?” Sirius asked. James shrugged his shoulders, trying to be nonchalant, but the redness in his cheeks and the shy look on his face spoke otherwise. “Not identical, but yeah, close enough.” James flicked to the other page, and you saw his jaw go slack, hand freezing on the paper. Suddenly, he looked up, briefly making eye contact with you before he slammed the magazine shut and averted his gaze to the window.

“Hey, I wanna see!” You called, standing up and snatching the magazine from James’s sweaty hands. You stood silently flicking through the magazine, an eyebrow raised as you scanned the promiscuous positions of the models on each page. The train jerked just as you landed on page 26, and you stumbled, throwing your arms out to regain your balance, but an arm was wrapping around your waist and tugging you towards them. You landed with a squeal on someone’s lap, and you looked back to spot Remus’s grinning face, both his arms snaking around your torso. He nodded towards the magazine, and you turned your gaze towards it, your breath immediately hitching in your throat.

“I was not expecting that.” You muttered, and Remus hummed in agreement. Page 26 had the most inappropriate image so far, with the model on her knees, chest touching the floor as she arched her back. The image was taken from the back, allowing a perfect view of her leaking centre between her spread legs. Sirius was right though, she had nearly identical hair, and her body’s curves dipped in similar manners to yours. “Well, I’ve never seen myself from that angle, so I wouldn’t know.” You announced, looking up at Sirius who wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively. You turned to the next page, where the same model was now straddling a man’s lap, leaning over his chest with her fist closed around his dick. “Hey, he kind of looks like you!” You added, looking up at Remus with a grin. “Same tattoo placement too.” You pointed at the man on the page’s tattoo, just above his hip, and Remus ducked his head down to press kisses in the crook of your neck. “Meant to be together in every universe, yeah?” You twisted on Remus’s lap to face him, leaning closer to kiss him softly. One of his hands travelled to your hip to squeeze it gently, pecking your lips once more.

James’s attention was still turned towards the view on the other side of the window, but he listened closely to your entire loving exchange, an image of you an Remus together forming in his head. He winced, feeling himself grow impossibly harder. You cocked your head to the side as you observed James, calling the boy’s name once. As he turned his body towards you, he placed his hands over his lap, gulping harshly. You giggled, standing from Remus’s lap to wobble over to James. Wrapping your arms over his shoulders, you let yourself drop onto his lap, causing a loud moan to escape his parted lips. James’s hands moved to tightly grip your hips, adjusting you so that his swollen cock was right in between your legs.

“What’s wrong sweetheart?” You asked teasingly, pressing a soft kiss on James’s temple. “Please, please.” He whimpered, looking up at you with pleading eyes. “You’re gonna have to be more specific than that Jamie, you know that.” Sirius turned his body towards you and James as the words tumbled out of your mouth, leaning back against  the compartment’s wooden door as he prepared himself for the show.

“I’m so hard, please.” He whispered, not daring to look at either of the other boys in the compartment. Sometimes they intimidated him too much, but you were always looking at him with adoration in your eyes. Turning your attention towards Remus, you silently deliberated with the quiet boy, a small smirk on his lips. The train hit a bump, causing your body to jump up and down on James’s lap, making him bite his lip painfully as he miserably tried to suppress a moan. Desperately, James bucked his hips up, looking for friction. His eyes fluttered shut as a satisfied breath left his lips, but his pleasure was short lived.

“James.” His eyes snapped open, looking directly across your body to make eye contact with Remus, who’d finally put on an assertive tone. “Are you so desperate to cum that you’re willing to do it in your trousers? On the train to Hogwarts?” James nodded quickly, which put a frown on Remus’s face. “Think about it for a few seconds.” It was James’s turn to frown, his eyebrows furrowing as he shook his head. “Go on and unbutton them for me.”

Sirius leaned to the side, reaching for the lock on the compartment door and turning it. He quickly mumbled a silencing spell while James rushed to undo his trousers. James looked up, waiting for further instructions from Remus. “Pull your boxers down.” You glanced down at James’s movements, watching his cock spring out of his boxers, tip leaking with drops of precum. You couldn’t help but wrap your hand around his cock, causing James’s jaw to fall open in a silent moan. A call of your name had your head snapping back towards Remus, patiently listening for his next words. “Just sit on it for now.” Sirius barked out a laugh as you whined “What? That’s not fair!” Remus raised his eyebrows at your disobedience, and it was enough for you to sigh submissively and follow his commands.

James’s hand slid under your skirt to push your panties to the side, the other arm wrapping around your waist carefully to help you slowly sink onto him. Your eyes snapped shut as you took in James’s thick length, a quiet whimper leaving you as you tried adjusting to his size. The only sound in the compartment was your and James’s heavy breathing, tears clouding your vision as you got yourself used to James’s girthy cock. James’s hands returned to your hips in an instant, slightly lifting you off him to help you adjust. Remus watched silently, manspreading and crossing his arms over his chest. “You’re not gonna tell them to stop moving?” Teased Sirius, moving to sit next to the boy in command. “Bold coming from the guy who got them in this situation.” He fired back, though the playful smile on his face suggested he was only teasing.

Remus put an arm out and Sirius quickly moved to fill the empty space in front of it, taking your precious spot. The two shared a quick kiss and James instantly whined, letting his head drop on your shoulder as he tried holding himself back from moving. “I still don’t think this is fair.” You announced boldly, squeezing your legs together for more friction. “I didn’t even do anything!” You whimpered as the train hit another bump, James’s dick grazing your cervix.

Remus smiled at you, standing up and taking a step towards you. You looked up at him hopefully, chest puffing up when he leaned down to kiss you, cupping your cheeks with both his hands. You moaned quietly, pushing yourself up to return the kiss and Remus chuckled in the kiss, sliding his tongue in your mouth. Your fingers closed around Remus’s sweater, trying to pull him closer to you, but he broke the kiss, caressing your cheeks with his thumbs as he smiled down at you. “I know darling, you’re being so good for me. Get through this and I promise I’ll reward you when we get to the castle yeah?” You nodded eagerly, only remembering about James when he sharply thrusted his hips into yours, causing a loud gasp to escape your lips.

“Well, we both know who isn’t getting a reward later.” Remus scolded, causing James to whine, his head falling back in disappointment. “Okay James, go crazy.” Your eyes widened when those words left Remus’s mouth, and you instantly opened your mouth to protest “Not too crazy!” But James had already started thrusting his hips into you with such force that you bounced up his lap with each thrust. “Oh god!” You cried, biting your lip to stop yourself from moaning too loud. 

From in front of you, Sirius bit his lip at the sight of you panting on top of James who desperately bucked his hips into you, feeling himself grow hard. Fuck, now he was going to have to find a magazine with a lookalike of you and James together. “Don’t forget about her.” Remus warned James, sitting back down next to Sirius. James whimpered, mumbling “I’m sorry, sorry” as his hand travelled to the front of your panties, snaking inside to fumble around, looking for your clit. You jerked up when James’s fingers connected to your clit, beginning to harshly rub circles on it as he began losing rhythm of his thrusts.

Suddenly remembering that he wasn’t limited to this position alone, James wrapped his free arm around your waist, using the momentum of his thrusts to stand up. You yelped as James put you on your feet, turning you towards the window so he could hit it from the back. You stuck your ass out, legs immediately beginning to shake from the new angle as James began thrusting into you with more power.

Sirius cleared his throat, reaching for the button of his trouser, when Remus placed his hand atop his, saying “Don’t.” Sirius’s eyes widened, and he mumbled “What?” though he quickly turned his attention back to you and James just as your back was arching and James’s thrusts were becoming sloppy. Your high pitched moans filled the compartment while James was crying out your name, releasing his load into you. He kept his cock buried inside you while you both came, emptying every last drop of cum into you. You panted heavily, turning your torso as much as you could to kiss James, who eagerly accepted your kiss. Sirius finally turned his gaze back to Remus, who still kept his hand over his, and questioned again. “What? You’re joking, right?” Remus shook his head, holding out the magazine that Sirius had hidden in James’s bag. “Think of it as a sort of punishment.” 

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[wangxianficfinder]

Fic Finder

Jan 22nd

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1. Hello! please help me :<I am looking for fic where modern wangxian got married but divorced, then wei ying got into an accident which lead him to loose his memories but lan zhan was still there keeping him company, taking care of him and even buying his medicine when he got discharged. Wei ying doesn't remember lan zhan but he does find him in his contacts, (his name was "sexiest ex 10/10) hope that makes sense 😭

FOUND? no balance by silverclaw (T, 20k, WangXian, Modern AU, Post-Divorce Angst with a Happy Ending, Getting Back Together, Netflix Show Host WWX, Concept Artist LWJ, the give LWJ friends agenda, Temporary Amnesia)

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2. looking for a fic where wwx uses a scorch earth method, named something like the curse of the spider lily? during the last battle of the sunshot campaign at nightless city. right before, I think he sends his loved ones to safety, masked under seeming attacks. I may be mixing a bunch of different fics, but iirc he was also captured by wrh and tortured, but he somehow sneaks out of prison each night and sets traps around nightless city that all go off together with his final attack. will appreciate any leads on this, thank you! @potatokunst

FOUND? Love Is a Forfeit (And I'll Gladly Surrender the Challenge) by MusicPlotter (T, 62k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Oblivious WWX, WWX is a Little Shit, WWX Needs a Hug, Fix-It of Sorts, Rogue Cultivator WWX)

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3. Hello. There's this fic where the whole basis is that wangxian's friend group keep trying to set them up. Everyone is fully aware of lwj's feelings (he's in love in love) but thinks www's oblivious. In actuality, wwx is aroace, and he and lwj are perfectly fine with their arrangement. It closes off with wwx sending a selfie of him and lwj to the group and asking them to stay out it of their relationship. @cloudless-nights

FOUND? yeah theyre just bros thanks for asking by victortor (T, 10k, WangXian Intimacy, Modern AU, Aromantic Character, Established Relationship, Communication)

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4. Thank you for your hard work. I'm looking for two fics - A) one where Jin Guangyao was asked to babysit/take care of JL and his OC younger siblings while JYL recovered from a difficult pregnancy. He takes on the roll as full-time caretaker while handling much of JZX's work as he takes care of his wife. There is a scene where he moves his desk into the nursery. He also wears Nie braids under his hat. B) The second fic is a fem!wangxian dystopian futuristic (with cultivation? LWJ had a sword) fic. WWX is very good at making tech/droids. The fic starts when either LWJ or WWX is stuck in a cave with a xuanwu? or it was filling with water? and the other rescues them.

4A)

FOUND! What Could Have Been by tucuxi (G, 27k, JGY & NMJ & LXC, JZX & JGY & JYL, Canon Divergence, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Kid Fic, Fix-It of Sorts, Fluff and Angst, Family FeelsDysfunctional Family, Dysfunctional Relationships, Scheming, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, mentions of difficult childbirth, JGS's A+ Parenting, Child Neglect, What Could Have Been [PODFIC] by Opalsong)

4B)

FOUND! Ghost in the Machine by DizziDreams (M, 65k, F/F WangXian, Science Fiction, Cyberpunk, mute character, Transistor AU, Rule 63, Gender Changes, technology as cultivation, Horror Elements, Character Death, Mystery, Case Fic, Canon-Typical Violence, No transistor knowledge necessary, Sword lesbians, (literally))

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5. Hi! I'm looking for two WangXian fics I forgot to bookmark!

A) WWX either leaves the Jiang sect or is thrown out(???)

Many of the sects want WWX to be a part of them and the Jiangs are surprised about this

WWX and LWJ get married

B) The Wen indoctrination happens and the others find out from JC's complaining that the Jiangs are siding with the Wens

JC brags that he will be saved and the Jiangs will stand above the cultivation world with the Wens or smth along those lines

Everyone gets out safely thanks to WWX @pancakeshitdifferentat4am

5A)

FOUND?🔒 Worth of a Good Man by Vrishchika (G, 6k, WangXian, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Not Jiang Sect Friendly, Not JC Friendly)

5B)

FOUND? My heart knows (you’re the missing piece) by makexianxianhappytoday (T, 73k, WangXian, Jiang Family Bashing, Canon Divergence, Rogue cultivator!wwx, JYL Bashing, WWX leaves Jiang sect, WangXian Get a Happy Ending, JC Bashing, Protective! LWJ, Butterfly Effect, No Golden Core Transfer, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, NHS is friends with WWX, Mastermind! NHS, JZX is WWX's friend, Good brother! LXC, LY is ALIVE, BAMF! WWX, a lil OOC ngl)

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6. For fic finder, please! I am looking for a canon divergent where, prior to the final siege on the Burial Mounds, Wei Wuxian turns himself in to try to give his life to save the Wens. The clans go to execute him (and I think it is the Lans who step forward to perform the execution) but at the moment of it WWX ascends to godhood. Everyone is shocked at this because immoral people don't ascend, so the ascension proves that WWX was good (not a villain) and the clans are forced to reconsider the recent events that lead to this point. Would love to read this again, any help pointing me in the right direction would be much appreciated! Thank you!

FOUND? 恩仇仙人- Enchou xianren (Immortal Avenger) by AshayaTReldai (E, 205k, WIP, WangXian, Angst, Mental Anguish, Major character death (canonical), Whipping, Pining, Revenge, Execution, inter-clan politics, Reincarnation, afterlife constructs, Ascension, TGCF notions of ascension and deity, First Time, Rabbits!, Post-LWJ whipping, Injury Recovery, Issues of justice, Torture, Not friendly to the Clans - they all get their comeuppance., Hurt/Comfort, Dark LWJ, bunny death, animal cruelty)

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7. Hi mods. I'm searching for a wangxian fic, I think it's an arranged/marriage of convenience between fem!wwx and lwj set in ancient China, cos I recall there's tea trades or something. Wwx is secretly competent, in business and managing household. It's a slow burn , and there's typical jgy plot of betrayal, trying to break up nmj and lxc. @umefurikake

FOUND?🔒a harmony between qin and se by Alaceron (E, 62k, M/F WangXian, Gender Changes, Historical, Female WWX) It's one of my favourites

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8. Looking for a canon divergence! Unfortunately I can't recall whether it was pre-Nightless, post-resurrection, or somewhere in between, but there was a sort of fog of resentful energy gathering (near Lanling I believe), controlled by either JGY or XY or both, and WWX was called on to deal with it. They figured out that if they were going to step in, people needed tethers of some kind, or to not go in alone. The fog showed memories/hallucinations when entered I think. Thank you 🖤🐇 @linderel

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9. Hello! So for Fic Finder - there was this one fic featuring immortal WWX, accidental time travel and clan leaders being stupid trying to sacrifice people to the YLLZ. I remember that JGS sacrificed his wife right after JZX was born, but WWX killed him?, QHJ tried to sacrifice kid LWJ but WWX was nope, and then his uncle and brother got him back. Also Clan Leader Nie sacrificed himself, except WWX just fixed that issue and so he hung out with the Nie every then and now. Also WRH died, Meng Yao keeps trying to poison WWX - it doesn't work and, also the Wen and Jiang siblings are there. WWX has no idea he agreed to marry LWJ when he was like nine. The tone of the fic was overall comedic and it had a podfic - about an hour, could be longer. @secretartquotes

FOUND! Practical Mythology by metisket (T, 17k, WangXian, Time Travel, YLLZ WWX, myths and legends, apparently the burial mounds has to fix everything itself, zombie farm collective, accidental deities, Families of Choice)

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10. Hello, I requested help finding a fic a while back & I don't think it was found so I gave up after a while but looking at the still missing compilation, i didn't see my request there so i was wondering if it had been found? It was a modern au fic and lwj was being experimented on but he manages to escape and goes to find wwx. WWX’s surprised when lwj shows up all of a sudden but they start living together & i think there was a scene where wwx comes home too early and lwj is jumpy and so almost attacks wwx. It might have been an abo or lwj is pregnant or something like that, anyways i was just curious if it had been found, thank you!

No that's not the one, a Yuan wasn't in it

NOT FOUND! Across the street to another life by danegen (M, 99k, WangXian, Modern, unleashed au, Family Fluff, Set in America, Hurt/Comfort, Past Child Abuse, Addiction, Crime, Amnesia, Ableist Language, another fridged mother, POV Alternating, past wwx/ofc, past wwx/omc, Medium parent YZY, A-Yuan is wwx’s biological son, Musicians, Happy Ending)

FOUND? The Symphony Of A Tragedy (So Great It Devours Me) by meicairoubingfan (kiradyn) (E, 22k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, dead dove, Cannot Handle Do Not Read, The Dove Is So Dead It Predates The Creation Of The Burial Mounds, omegaverse AU, POW LWJ, Captured LWJ, Qishan Wen Is Its Own Warning, semi-graphic descriptions of torture, Chemically-Induced Bitching, If Qishan Wen Headed Unit 731, traumatic flashbacks, PTSD, Sensory Deprivation, Attempted Mindbreak, Extremely Unreliable Narrator, Starvation, Forced Feeding, Controlled feeding, Threats Of Teeth-Pulling As Torture, threats of rape, threats of sexual assault, Just Lots Of Threats, withholding of food, LWJ’s Justifiable Paranoia, Dubious Consent, Due To Unexpectedly Triggered Heat Cycle, Influenced Enthusiastic Consent, guilt tripping, Coerced Self-Care, Mpreg, Male Omega Pregnancy, Hopeful Ending, Happy-ish Ever After, Content Warnings in Chapter Notes, attempted self-harm, Suicidal Ideation, Alpha WWX, Alpha LWJ, Omega LWJ)

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11. Hello, I am looking for a fanfiction set during the Cloud Recesses Study Arc where Lan Wangji is cursed into being the perfect Lan disciple and only Wei Wuxian notices at first.

When he tries to bring it to the attention of Lan Qiren & Lan Xichen, however, they assume that he is messing with Wangji and don't take it seriously for a while - and Wangji, prisoner in his own body, cannot indicate that this is not the case.

Thank you for your help. I sifted through the "Curses" tag for ages and couldn't find it again.

FOUND? The Meaning of Silence by The Silverfish (ZephyrAndTheSilverfish) (T, 14k, wangxian, Mind Manipulation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Pining)

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12. Hi so I was still trying to find a fic that I thought I bookmarked but I think I didn't so the fic is like this lwj is trying to find a fake date to his brother's wedding to nmj and of course it's wwx and it's modern setting and in a twist of fate everyone loves wwx good uncle lqn and I think they're just one scene where wwx brother came to his home with the wen siblings too I don't know shout at him or something and lwj was there because he was going to their house that's all I can remember @constancebloodstone

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13. Hi, Thank you for this public service! I can't find this fic I read months ago. after the events of guanyin temple (CQL), Lan Zhan offers to dual cultivate with Wei Ying to strengthen the core of Mo Xuanyu's body. Being the idiots that they are, they fumble around with the sex and so much awkwardness during their travels. They end up in the house of a town/village Lord that Lan Zhan regularly frequents where finally they confess. Then Wei Ying proceeds to edge Lan Zhan and receives triple the usual amount of spiritual energy for his cultivation. @chillstitchbitch

FOUND? Always Light My Way by cqlorphan (E, 27k, wangxian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Friends With Benefits, to lovers, wherein dual cultivation may be counted as a benefit, Jealous WWX, Misunderstandings, Mutual Pining, Pining while fucking, angsty sex, Versatile | Switch WangXian, Bottom LWJ, Service Top LWJ, Topping from the Bottom, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Coming Untouched, Dom/sub Undertones, the angsty sex happens in the beginning but they get past it dw, Oblivious LWJ, archer WWX, Smart WWX, Porn with Feelings, Panic Attacks, Angst with a Happy Ending, Dual Cultivation)

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14. Im looking for a fic where wei ying was living in a shitty flat and got sick because he slept with the fan on the whole night and lz invited him to live with him? And the excuses kept piling on like winter is too cold lol

FOUND? to chase away loneliness by emowangji (T, 52k, WangXian, Modern: No Powers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Exes, Post-Break Up, Miscommunication, Misunderstandings, Pining, Mutual Pining, Not Actually Unrequited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Getting Back Together, Friends to Lovers, bacteria boi/biology student wwx, tree hugger lwj, Humor, Romantic Comedy, Fluff and Angst, Light Angst, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, side xuanli/sangcheng, Alcohol, Living Together, Roommates, Chatting & Messaging)

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15. Hi!! Trying to find the fic where nie huaisang is a fashion designer and lan zhan attends one of their shows and then commissions some harnesses from them

Nie huasang is non binary

Wei ying is either a model or photographer or there as a friend?

Lan zhan white harness agenda

Pretty sure it gets explicit, also I remember lan zhan being very shy/hesitant about the commission but also determined. @pussyaside

FOUND! For a Good Time, Call by ScarlettStorm (E, 170k, WangXian, Modern AU, Getting Together, Pining, Porn, like in the writing and also as a plot point, onlyfans au, repressed LWJ, sex worker WWX, Minor Angst, major shenanigans, Background ChengQing, background NieLan, background XuanLi, Nonbinary NHS) lwj commissions harness from nhs, paritcularly ch4 if u want to check

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16. Hi, I'm looking for a fic where Wei Ying and Lan Zhan meet when Wei Ying was a street kid. Lan Zhan takes him to Gusu and they grow up together, Madam Lan is alive. What's special about this story is that as a birthday present Wei Ying sings to Lan Zhan as they grow up. @gabymg23

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17. Hi! newbie here. I'm looking for a long fic where LWJ is raising Yuan during the time WWX is supposedly dead and is very bitter towards everyone, Yanli is alive and gets a smackdown by LWJ as well as JC. I remember at one point Yuan's back is hurt on a night hunt and brings back memories for LWJ. Also WWX is not dead but has been in a coma all this time and finally wakes up. @mellowtastemakerfox

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18. Hii!! I've been searching for a fic but i can't seem to find it no matter what i do, i hope its not deleted 🥲 So the fic was starting with lwj texting a number witch was his mothers and using it to tell his day or important thing etc. then wei ying texting saying that hes been getting those massages but saying he can contiunie. After that wwx starts texting his life amd pretending he is talking to his parents too. Then there is a wedding(jyl's???) and lz attends to the wedding, meets wy there things happen(i read this fic long ago i dint remember much) and then one night wy sends a really sad massage about jc kicking him out(?) bc he found out hes gay so lz breaks their deal of not responding back to ask if hes got a place to stay and offer his home. And when wy comes they both find out they know each other in real life and they talk etc they understand that wys gay awakining was bc of lz and its yhe same for lz too THE END

SORRY THAT WAS A LOT BUT I REALLY WANT TO FIND IT

as always, thank you in advance!!😚😚 @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou

FOUND!🔒I'm falling for your eyes but they don't know me yet by gusulanzhan (T, 3k, WangXian, Gay WWX, Implied/Referenced Homophobia, not internalised though, Not Beta Read, originally a threadfic, Gay LWJ, Identity Porn, I think?, And then they were roommates, Misunderstandings, Bridezilla lxc, Parents Are Dead, Modern AU)

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19. hello hello! I hope all you lovely mods are doing well!

all I remember of this modern au fic is that there was a scene where wwx and lwj get in a physical fight, and lots of their classmates recorded it. there was a bunch of sexual tension throughout.

thank you!! @yourancestorsarefrowning

FOUND?🔒Whiplash by DeviyudeThoolika (E, 53k, WangXian, Untamed AU, bottom!LWJ I top!WWX, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Modern AU, High School, JC and WQ are LWJ’s besties, LWJ has a belly chain, Horny WangXian, Sexual Tension, Angst with a Happy Ending)

FOUND? love sticks, sweat drips by pinklemon (E, 4k, WangXian, Dubious Consent, High School, Boxing, Fighting, horny fighting, Modern AU, Comphet WWX, Top LWJ/Bottom WWX, Bondage, Intercrural Sex) not sure if 19 s found yet, but this could be it? Though the tension gets resolved

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20. Hi! I am looking for a specific fic that I read 2+ years ago. It is on the tip of my tongue but I just can’t think of its name! It is set post canon where the full events of the book play out: after the 13 years WWX comes back in MXY’s body and confronts JGY. The fic picks up a year or two after that with WWX coming back a second time in his own body and this WWX has no knowledge of the 13 years or JGY's meddling and the temple and such, he is as he was when he first died. There are thus then two WWX’s running around and people are like “which, or both, is the real one?” and I think one WWX ends up with LWJ and the other reconciles with JC. I would love to read this again, if anyone can point me to it I will love you forever and ever! Thank you!

FOUND! worm moon by serein (E, 103k, WangXianCheng, Post-Canon, Mystery, Angst, Humor, Grief/Mourning, PTSD, Identity Issues, eventual polyamory, Cults, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Implied past cannibalism, Switching, Doppelganger, POV Alternating, Character Study, Explicit Sexual Content, Reverse Golden Core Reveal, mild horror elements)

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[novascharms]

teach please me — tutor!reader x soccer player!rafe

reader's life is meticulously planned, from high school to becoming president of the country—she knows exactly where she's headed and every step to get there. but her airtight plan hits a snag when the principal ropes her into tutoring rafe cameron, the school’s star soccer player, who’s failing algebra and at risk of being benched next season. the team needs him on the field, and reader needs the principal’s glowing recommendation to secure her spot at her dream school. balancing her ambitious goals with rafe’s chaotic charm might just throw her perfectly crafted plan off track.

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six

tuesday, january 28th

you sat on your bed, legs crossed over eachother with your laptop on your lap. your philosphy teacher had given out this assignment friday and you'd been mulling it over the entire weekend.

you stared at the question asked.

what defines 'perfection"? is it a universal concept, or is it deeply personal and subjective? discuss how ideals shape our perceptions and actions.

you'd been staring at a blank page for five days now, unable to come up with anything. it was like writer block's mean older sister, academic block. anything you did come up with was stupid: a stupid attempt at dissecting society's perception of perfection which was boring, everyone was going to do that. another attempt would talk about how perfection didn't exist and though that was true, your writing quickly turned into the whole, 'nothing is real, nothing really matters mumbo jumbo.' so, you scrapped that too.

your thoughts were abruptly interrupted when you felt something being thrown against your head. you flinched and looked at rafe who was sitting there, innocently with his bowl of jellybeans.

"do you know how lucky you are that i've allowed you to eat in my room? and here you are, just taking my kindness for granted," you say and he laughs and waves his notebook up.

it's messy, full of scribbles where he scratches out his mistakes instead of using an eraser. the corners are littered with little things he doodles like footballs and small animals. by now, you could read it all perfectly though, could understand what he meant even when he didn't even remember his own thought process or was unable to read through all the scribbles on his page. "i'm done." he sings and you glance at the time, "23 minutes, record time." you praise as he stands to stretch his legs.

"we're approaching it."

"what are we approaching?"

"the moment when student becomes teacher." he says plainly and you roll your eyes with a stupid grin. "yeah, can't wait." you mutter, eyes flicking back to your screen.

"if i eat anymore of these, i might actually go up a weight group and coach will chop my balls off so i'm gonna go give your brother a sugar rush. be right back." he says and it only dawns on you after a couple of minutes of him being gone that you didn't even flinch at him just meshing in with your family, casually going down to your brother and you could just imagine the smile on your brother's face when he saw rafe, partly because of the jellybeans in his bowl but also because of how much he'd grown to enjoy rafe's presence.

you didn't know whether to be scared or happy.

you glanced at his sweater on your desk, all frumpled up right next to yours, neatly folded.

you looked back at your screen and started typing.

the concept of the ideal: a personal reflection

the concept of the ideal is elusive but also compelling, isn't it?

philosophically, ideals are often framed as unattainable benchmarks, guiding us but forever out of reach. plato’s theory of forms suggests that ideals exist in a realm beyond our physical world, serving as pure, perfect templates against which our imperfect reality is measured. yet, in our daily lives, ideals often take on a more tangible form—not abstract but embodied in people, moments, or emotions.

for me, the ideal feels deeply personal. it's not static or universal but shifts with my experiences and perceptions. i've always thought of 'perfection" as something distant, unreachable, and theoretical, yet recently, i've found myself reconsidering this definition. sometimes, the ideal isn't flawless but deeply flawed in ways that make it real and irresistible.

take, for instance, the idea of the ideal person. philosophers like aristotle argue that virtue and reason define the 'ideal human' but our hearts rarely follow reason. we find ourselves captivated by individuals who challenge our ideals and force us to question whether perfection lies in symmetry or in the cracks and contradictions.

my own life is a perfect example. i used to imagine the ideal as someone who fit a checklist—organized, predictable, and safe. yet lately, i've been drawn to the unpredictable, the messy, the human. there's someone i know who doesn't fit my old definition of perfection, but somehow, they embody something more profound. their laugh is loud and uncontainable, their honesty is sharp and unpolished, but it's real, they're restless and noticeably want more from life, there's a chaos to them that should be maddening but instead, feels like freedom.

perhaps the ideal isn't a fixed destination but a reflection of what we value in the moment. it's fluid, shaped by context, emotion, and the stories we tell ourselves. this realization doesn't make the ideal any less compelling or desirable. if anything, it makes it more so, because it feels within reach—even if only for a fleeting second.

in the end, the concept of the ideal may not be about finding something flawless but about recognizing the beauty in imperfection. it's about the moments, people, or ideas that briefly make us pause and wonder if we've just had a glimpse at something divine.

rafe walks into your room, your little brother in his arms. "that's not what i meant when i said you need a study buddy." you tell him as you close your laptop and rafe pauses from blowing raspberries in his stomach. "you're my study buddy," he says to you before holding your brother up real high and making him giggle up a storm. "this little rascal is our mascotte!" and your mouth hurts from smiling so you turn away from them and start tidying up your room.

"you wanna go somewhere with me?" yes. always, every day, any time. literally anywhere.

"depends on where you want to go." you say and go to pick up your brother who is now waddling to your book shelve and is bound to drop a couple of books on his own head.

"my friends are pestering me about this bonfire." rafe explains as he's putting his hoodie back on. "i kinda stood them up when i went to the retirement home with you last week so they're on my case now. it's close to your house but i can drop you off at home afterwards if you want?"

did he want you to meet his friends? you weren't sure you really wanted that. you had friends that you wouldn't trade for a thing in the world but maybe this was him trying to show you that he did want you in his life for longer than the next four months.

his friends were different than you, liked different things, had different priorities and different interest but ultimately, rafe was one of them and you really liked rafe so who says you wouldn't like them?

"how many people are going?" you ask even though you're already thinking about what you're going to wear and which perfume screams, 'i may be a little bit of a nerd and at times too studious but i know how to have fun when in the right mood.'

he takes your brother from your arms and goes to lie on your bed with him. "i'm actually not sure. hopefully not too many cause all this algebra has me pretty beat."

you're hesitating. you don't know anyone but him and he wasn't even sure if this was a bonfire which would turn into a beach party or a bonfire that would stay just that: a cute little bonfire with less than fifteen people which was totally your vibe. beach party with fifty plus people? not so much.

"but i'll be there," he says like he can feel your hesitation from across the room. you fiddle with the blouse in your hand. "and i won't abandon you." it sounds like a promise and you're a sucker for those.

you turn and nod, "okay, yeah, let's go."

"you're not invited." he says to your little brother, a sad little look on his face. you smile and turn back to your closet to pick an outfit.

you do your best at hiding how nervous you are on the car ride there and rafe doesn't seem to really notice which is good. you want him to think you're normal. just a normal girl who maybe doesn't ever go to parties but isn't about to shit her pants at the thought of one right now.

you look down at your outfit. a little unusual for you and your sister did give you a look when you were leaving but when you hid in the bathroom to search "bonfire outfits" on pinterest, this was what everyone was wearing. the pictures had lots of loose clothing, loose pants and big hoodies which you didn't have much of. the most casual thing you owned were these leggings and your dad's old university hoodie. a pair of sneakers that you bought for the gym membership you never used. they were almost brand new and a tote bag with some essentials. it wasn't that bad, right? you felt that maybe it was too sporty because it was missing those damn loose pants but you didn't have those in your closet.

when you arrived and took a look around, you realised, rafe looked perfect—always—but specifically for the occasion. he blended in seamlessly and what did you see? atleast twenty girls in either bikini's or skirts. you were ready to scream into your pillow. they were wearing sandals which you didn't understand because the sand would get all over them? and bikini's? it was january. that's like one of the coldest months of the year.

either way, whatever you thought made sense didn't matter because you were the one who stood out like a sore thumb, walking over with one of the most stared at people in this town.

the bonfire’s glow grew brighter as you and rafe walked down the sandy path, the muffled sounds of laughter and music getting louder with every step. the air was cool, carrying the faint scent of saltwater and burning wood, and the horizon was painted in deep oranges and reds from the flames licking the sky.

as soon as the two of you stepped into the circle of firelight, it was like a switch flipped. people called out rafe’s name from all directions.

“rafe, my man!” one guy shouted, jogging over with a grin that could rival the flames. a group of girls nearby waved enthusiastically, their voices blending in a chorus of greetings.

“hey, you made it!” a tall blonde clapped rafe on the shoulder, already pressing a cold beer into his hand. “and who’s this?” he asked, eyebrows raised as his gaze shifted to you.

“this is—” rafe started, but you jumped in with your name and a polite smile.

“right, right, the tutor!” the guy said, giving a quick nod before motioning toward the group gathered near the fire. “come on, everyone’s over here. there’s drinks and snacks if you want.”

as you approached, more introductions followed.

"guys, look who's graced us with his presence!" the guy who was obviously already drunk said to the group sitting around together.

"rafe!"

"what's up, cameron."

"and you brought a friend.."

the girl who said that didn't seem too pleased but before you could let it simmer in your mind too long, rafe started talking. "i'm gonna do a very quick round of introductions, just try to keep up and remember no one expects you to really remember these names." he says and the guy cuts in, "except my name, i fully expect to be remembered." he grins making the group laugh. you smile when rafe starts, "this pestering moron that has been attached to my hip since elementary school is topper," rafe introduces him first and topper does a little bow.

"then we have, kelce, cleo, adriana, jj, pope, kiara, john b and cora." he points at each person and you recognize most of them from school and almost all the boys seem to be on the soccer team. you knew without a doubt that adriana and cora were cheerleaders because of the pep rallies.

"so, you're the girl who's been keeping rafe so busy." so busy? you saw him twice a week. they got him for five, that sounded like a really sweet deal to you.

"honestly, it's the opposite. she's got better shit to do then tutor me." rafe says before you can and you feel a wave of relief come over you that you aren't totally being put on the spot here.

"right because you're student body president, right?" one of the girls, cleo, you think, says. for some reason, it excites you that she knows you, that these people know anything about you. you never cared before but you wanted rafe's friends to like you or at least, not hate you.

"yes, that's me." you smile and tuck your hands into the pockets of your hoodie when you feel a sudden breeze. "shit, you're number 1, aren't you?" one of the other guys suddenly says and you tilt your head, frowning in confusion. "your class rank." he clarifies and it dawns on you what he means, you nod and hope they don't feel like you're bragging.

"she's also number 1 for grade rank." rafe says it proudly and your heart warms at the thought of him even remembering that. "wait, what's class rank? what's grade rank?" you think his name is kelce but you aren't sure.

"you know that number right in the corner of your report card that says 'rank: 410'? with her it says 'rank: 1" because she performed the best in our grade. you can try to guess what yours means." kiara explained while the others were already laughing at kelce's rank number.

"i've been trying to beat you since sophomore year." the same guy who pointed out that you were number one speaks again.

"pope is number two." jj says before putting a joint between his lips and your eyes go wide, "wait, so," you pause and turn to rafe. "this whole time, pope could have been helping you with algebra!?" you're happy he didn't but still, the idea didn't dawn on them?

"he didn't want to help me!" rafe laughs and looks at pope who's quick to defend himself, "woah, woah! i tried to help him! he's the worst student!"

"false accusations, you just don't explain it the way she does."

"what? she's better than me?" pope laughs astonishedly.

"well, we know she's better than you. you're number two." topper says mockingly as he wraps an arm around rafe's shoulder.

pope's eyes briefly close as if it actually pained him but he's smiling so you know it didn't. "low blow, thornton."

"okay, how about another round!" one of the cheerleaders said and opened the cooler to distribute more beers.

they handed rafe another one almost immediately, while kiara held out a cup toward you.

“drink?” she asked, her smile warm.

“oh, no thanks. i don’t drink,” you said casually, shaking your head.

the reaction was instantaneous. every conversation in your immediate vicinity paused as heads turned toward you. “wait, what?” john b asked incredulously, and cora chimed in, “not at all?”

kiara blinked at you, still holding the cup as if you’d suddenly sprouted a second head. “you don’t drink? like, ever?”

you laughed nervously, feeling the weight of their stares. “yeah, um, i just don’t. it’s a personal choice, but also, i’ve read a lot about what alcohol does to the brain. it slows down neurotransmitters, messes with your decision-making, and—” you paused when you realized they were all still staring at you like you were speaking another language. “anyway, it’s just not my thing.”

an awkward silence settled over the group for half a second too long. then, rafe cleared his throat, stepping in smoothly. “she’s got a point,” he said, holding up his beer. “matter of fact…” without hesitation, he set it down on a nearby log. “guess i’m not drinking tonight either.”

a few eyebrows rose at that, but no one questioned it. instead, someone cracked a joke about who was going to give rafe a hard time for being sober, and just like that, the conversation shifted seamlessly to the music playing in the background. the tension evaporated as the group resumed their chatter, and the attention shifted away from you.

"you don't have to do that." you tell rafe and he's shaking his head, moving to sit on a log near the fire. "it's all good. i'm very worried about my..neuro..things.." he says slowly as if he's trying to guess the world. you giggle, "neurotransmitters." you correct and he nods, "that, and i'm driving you home so i shouldn't drink anyway." he did have a point.

rafe stayed with you for a while but then more and more people showed up and the music only got louder and topper forced rafe up to his feet and they were gone, disappearing in the crowd with big smiles on their faces.

"so, if you don't drink, i'm assuming, you don't smoke either?" kiara was suddenly asking and you smiled small, shaking your head. "then what's your poison?" cora asks and you guess you don't really have one.

"i.. don't think i have one.." you say and see adriana's brows go up. "how bland." she says flatly. you weren't sure when it became uncool to not be addicted to substances but for some reason, your lips wouldn't move to defend yourself. "shut up, adriana. no one asked." cleo tells her and adriana's rolling her eyes and walking away. cora follows her. "she's not usually like that. she's been in a mood for a while." john b suddenly says before he's shrugging and facing the sky again, joint between his lips.

"it’s perfectly normal. pope is the same way. the only thing pope can’t get enough of is…" kiara trails off, gesturing somewhere far behind them.

you follow her gaze, squinting into the distance until you just barely make out pope and jj—practically attached at the lips.

“oh, i didn’t even realize they were—”

“they’re not,” john b interrupts, cutting a glance toward the scene with a faint grimace. “jj’s a freak about commitment.”

kiara smiles sadly, but you can’t help the way your brain immediately starts connecting the dots. “well, that actually makes sense,” you blurt out, drawing their attention. “there’s a 2017 study in personality and social psychology bulletin that suggests people who have commitment issues often have a stronger sensitivity to rejection. it’s not that they don’t want connection—it’s more like they’re wired to perceive potential threats in intimate relationships, so they avoid them altogether.”

cleo, john b and kiara blink at you, a mix of disbelief and faint amusement in their expressions.

"why does that sound like something pope would say?" cleo gasped with a smile.

"i was about to say!" kiara laughs and john b perks up, “god, you and pope really are a match made in nerd heaven,” he says, rolling his eyes.

kiara shoves his arm and tells him to be quiet before turning back to you. “so what’s the science on why you’re always blurting out facts?”

“probably an overactive prefrontal cortex,” you joke, earning a laugh from kiara who shakes her head, "we have no idea what that means!"

you have to admit, the bonfire is fun and apart from adriana, you felt okay about everyone. rafe popped in and out a couple of times but you didn't expect him to stay by your side the entire time either. everyone here seemed to want to talk to him so you stayed with kiara and cleo and even danced a little. it was fun but you were ready to go. it was still a school night. you only gave yourself this much time because you were having fun and you finished your essay.

you had briefly seen rafe with cora and she was standing by the makeshift bar, opening a can of beer. you lightly tap on her shoulder and she whips around, "oh..hey." she says and you ignore her complete disinterest in you. "hi, i'm looking for rafe. i saw him with you a couple of minutes ago but then i lost him again."

"oh..he's.." her voice trails off and she's quiet for a moment, eyes almost examining you. "over there." she points behind some wooden beach bar that was closed. however, you could see people surrounding it so you thanked her and walked over to beach bar, grateful to be standing on some solid land.

you didn't see him immediately and started to wonder if cora hadn't sent you here just to get you out of her sight. you sigh, pulling out your phone as you walk to dial his phone number even though the chances of him hearing his phone were slim.

that’s when you saw him—or them. rafe was leaning casually against the ledge, adriana tucked between his legs like she belonged there. they weren’t kissing, but somehow, it felt worse. their faces were so close, lips barely grazing as they exchanged soft words and easy laughter. the way they smiled at each other made it clear: they were flirting, and neither of them cared who saw it.

you couldn’t stop staring. for a split second, your mind flashed back to all the times rafe had said something to you—his teasing comments, the way his smile lingered just a little too long. you’d wondered if he was flirting with you, or if you were just reading too much into it.

but now you were sure. because the way he was looking at her? it was the same way he’d looked at you.

your stomach twisted, an ache blooming in your chest that you didn’t want to name. you turned quickly, forcing yourself to walk back toward the party, your footsteps heavy and unsteady. that’s when you saw cora, standing there like she’d been waiting for you.

her smile wasn’t kind. it was small and pitying, laced with something sharper. “don’t worry, they’re just friends,” she said, her tone light but somehow cutting.

your lips parted to respond, but she wasn’t done. her next words hit you like a slap. “it’s a different girl every day with him. but hey, maybe next time it’ll be you.”

for some ridiculous, stupid reason, there were tears threatening to spill from your eyes. you blinked them back furiously, refusing to let them fall. you weren’t about to cry over a guy who, a month ago, barely knew your name. no way.

without another word to cora—or anyone—you kept walking. past the party, past the noise, past the place that suddenly felt suffocating. the whole way home, you blinked those tears away, again and again, the lump in your throat tightening with every step.

by the time you reached your door, the ache in your chest had dulled, but it hadn’t disappeared. you let out a shaky breath, swearing silently to yourself that this would be the last time you let rafe cameron get to you.

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[itgirl-cad]

Inho/ Young-il X Reader Smut 😋

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Plot: Set during the mingle game. You notice something different about young-il and your suspicions grow. When the attacks occur, he drags you to the washrooms, having enough of your suspicions 👀

Words: 3,790

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Warnings:

Death, violence, elements of CNC and dubcon, oral (m receiving), fingering, p in v sex, choking/ breath play.

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I had survived two games thus far, the last game, thanks to the team I had managed to stick with. Everyone is treated equally but it is clear that 001 and 456 hold more stock than the rest of us. Everyone in the group is sweet to me and that is all I can ask for at the moment. 456 is a bit eccentric but I do believe what he says about being the previous winner… 001… I‘m still unsure of how I feel about him. He has been nothing but kind to me, but some of the things my ears catch seem suspicious… or i’m just on edge.

We walk up to play the next game and I feel the nerves hit with each step, behind me I feel a soft hand on my shoulder. It makes me stop and turn around before continuing to climb. I see Young-il’s face, he has a soft expression, one I don’t see often.

“We stick together, yeah?”. I give a small nod in return as I continue to walk. The small gesture did succeed in comforting me, even just a bit. Knowing my team won’t give up on me.

We walk into the game room and it is dressed up like a carnival. I look around in awe. Out of context this looks incredible, but then I realize it will soon be stained in red and my expression falters. The aggravating voice on the speakers announces the instructions for the game as all the players take a place on the platform. I look around my team, making sure everyone is here.

“So numbers is our strategy? How do we separate if the number is smaller than 5?” I ask out loud to the group.

Gi-hun looks at me then addresses the whole group, “Jung-bae and I will stay together, you and Young-il.. We’ll take Dae-ho if the number is 3.”

“So we’d only need to find one person” I confirm and Gi-hun nods.

“Okay.. i-” I yelp as the platform starts to move. I lost my balance from the shock and stumble. Young-il grabs ahold of my waist as my hands go up in the air. He placed me upright as I regained my balance. I looked back at him with a look of slight embarrassment, “Sorry”.

He gives a small smile, “It’s alright”. I then look around trying to scout out the nearest room as the platform comes to a stop. The voice booms out the number 6. We all look at each other and I raise my hand holding one finger up, “We need one!” I repeat as I walk around looking for a loner.

Gi-hun yells to get my attention, I crank my head in his direction and he's yelling saying he found someone. Without a second thought, I raced to an empty room. Everyone follows me as we pile into the room. As the door locked I was panting. I looked around making sure we had a headcount of six.

“You run fast.” Young-il mutters to me. I look back at him, not expecting such a random comment.

“Yeah, I used to do long distance… I was pretty good at it.”

He gives a nod as if he wasn’t that interested in my comment. “I did not know that about you.” he mutters again.

Huh? Of course you don’t.. Before I could respond to his comment, the doors unlocked and everyone piled out of the room. I step out and nearly step in a pool of blood. I cover my mouth and look away. I felt a hand on my waist again but I froze this time. Then I heard his soft voice.

“You don’t have to look, I can guide you over.” He leads me back to the platform, making sure we avoid the blood splatter. I hold onto his arm as the platform begins to spin again. The sudden movement was rough and unexpected.

The next number called was 4. Gi-hun, Dae-ho and Jung-bae took off to look for one player. I yelled for them but Young-il grabbed my wrist and pulled me away screaming for two other players. I joined his screaming

“We need two! Please!” I screamed as I saw two girls. I pulled them over and Young-il ran to get us a room. There were 10 seconds left. I was screaming and running for my life as the two girls followed me. Once I was in, I noticed only one other girl inside and some strange man.

“Wait!” I screamed but it was too late. Just as I noticed 001 locked the door. “No! You asshole! You shoved her!” I yelled at the man.

Suddenly I see a pair of crying eyes through the small slot of the door. It's the girl calling out for her friend. I cover my mouth as the two girls have a moment. A shot is heard and the girl is not speaking anymore. Her friend starts crying. I keep my mouth covered as my tears start up. The two are fighting as Young-il tries to concoll me a bit.

“I’m sorry you had to see that.” He mumbled in my ear. I sniffle and keep my tears at bay. What I didn’t see was a small smirk he had when I was crying in his arms.

We step out of the room, avoiding that poor girl’s pool of blood and I look around for our team. My eyes beam as I see Gi-hun. I wave him over and he lets out a sound of excitement.

“y/n!” He gives me a short hug, “I’m so glad you made it! Young-il!” He gave the same hug to the man I was with. They chuckle and talk for a moment.

After a few rounds Gi-hun and Young-il murmur about the next round, “What number are they going to call next?”

“Two” Young-il answers a little two quickly.

I cock my eyebrow, “How do you know?” I get a bit invasive with my question. If Gi-hun didn’t know what to expect, why should this rando? Unless he is just guessing.

Young-il explains the probability of the number being called because it will eliminate the most people and make for an ‘effective’ final round. I just nod but in the back of my mind I notice how strange and calculated his answer is… weird.

The platform stops moving and I hear the number two. We all share a look and my gaze lingers on Young-il a bit suspicious but I am pulled from my thoughts.

“Come on!” He hollers as he yanks me away to find an empty room. I yelp and follow him in. I don’t acknowledge there's another man in the room until I hear an unfamiliar voice say “We were here first!” my heart sinks.

“Get out!” Young il yells.

“Leave!” I tried to yank him away but he glued himself to the wall. My heart was pounding as I looked at the clock as it read 12 seconds.. 11.. 10.

“Close it!” He yelled at me. I panicked and did as he said. I stare outside and realize they will kill us since we have three, not two. I turn around “We are gonna-” I freeze.

Young-il was choking the man to death. He didn’t say anything to me. And I didn’t say anything to him. I just watched in fear as he snapped that man's neck. The time went to 00:00 and young-il relaxed. While he did just save our lives… he killed a man… I just stared at him and then on the floor. He had a look on his face I could not read. I can not say I have ever seen that look on another person’s face.

While we were voting, I was standing next to Jung-bae as 001 went to cast his vote. He leaned closer to me and mumbled, “I know his vote, but… there's something about him..”

I nod, “I know what you mean. Earlier in the game, when we were in the room…” I took a sharp inhale, “I saw him-” The buzzer went off as he pressed X. we cheered. We tied it up! But after celebrating, we were told we will vote again tomorrow.

We were handed food and I ate with my group. Young-il was still waiting in line for food.

Jung-bae used his shoulder to tap mine.

“Hm?”

“What were you trying to say about young-il?”

“What?” I continue to eat.

“You were saying something about in the game you saw him do something.” he tried to prompt me.

I nod, “Oh right… Well it was the last round, and we got into the room, there was another guy there and-” I took a short breath in the middle of my ramble, but that is when a voice cut into our conversation.

“Congratulations everyone.” Young-il smiles at the group.

Gi-hun nods and smiles as he finishes his food. I can tell he wanted me to finish what I was saying. He said something to 001 but neither he or I listened. He let his gaze linger on me a moment too long but I noticed the difference. My face heats up a bit and I continue to shovel the food into my face as Young-il takes a seat directly next to me.

The rest of the day was normal, just a plan to avoid the inevitable fight that was going to break out when the lights went out. Gi-hun suggested our small group hide under the beds and stay put until the lights go back up. And we did just that.. Gi-hun and Jung-bae were together and Young-il and I.

The whole night I made sure my breathing was silent and I stayed put, having no attention falling my way.

Midway through the fight I felt my leg being dragged and to my dismay I let out a scream. It was cut short by a hand on my mouth. I felt myself being dragged out of the door, where the washrooms are. I calmed down for a moment when I was able to see who had stolen me away. I sigh from relief when I see Young-il.

“You scared me! I thought you were some random lunatic! Oh my-” As I calm down he pulls me into the mens washroom.

“Young-il what the hell?” I groan as he continues to pull me places. I yelp as the look in his eyes changes and I am shoved up against a wall. His forearm firmly above my chest, keeping me pinned to the wall with little effort. My face churns with fear as I look at the man I had trusted.

“Uhm.. what are you doing?” my voice was wavering a bit.

“You don’t shut up, do you?” He mutters, his face a few inches from mine. His glare pieces into my soul and makes my blood run cold. “Now tell me why I overheard you talking about me?”

I froze a bit, not expecting him to bring that up.

“I.. what?”

“Don’t play stupid with me, little girl.” His arm stays firm above my chest but his over hand snakes around my neck. There is no pressure but I gasp. I know he can feel how fast my pulse is rushing because he smirks.

“Y-you killed a man..” I stutter out. He just chuckled like a psychopath and tilted his head slightly.

“You mean like this?” He applies pressure on my throat and I gasp. My hands instinctively try to pull him away and fight him off, afraid of dying in such a way. He simply tuts at me and with his martial arts training, swiftly grabs my wrists and pins them above my head and smirks.

I am losing air as his grip gets stronger. I can see the evil glow in his eyes as he has me like this. Getting dizzy and arms pinned above my head.

“You may be smarter than I thought, little one. After every remark I make, you are the only one to give it a second glance. The only one stupid enough to start gossiping about me.”

I start to wheeze and fully struggle against him, my body resorts to fighting as I fear the end of my consciousness. It is as if he senses the shift in my body and lets go of my body. He lets go, throwing his hands down which in return throws my body to the floor.

I lay on the bathroom floor coughing and gasping for air. He stares down at me like a disproving father, “Get up, pet.” he growls at me.

I wheeze and struggle to stand up. Before I can get to my feet, young-il shoves my shoulders down, keeping me at my knees. I look up at him

“Who the fuck are you..” tears start to form in my eyes as I hear him chuckle.

“Call me In-ho.”

I look confused, “Wha-” I gasp as he grabs a fistful of my hair and yanks my head back to look him in the eyes.

“I’m the one your precious hero is trying to find” he smirks as my face contorts in fear and the tears fall. My silent cries make him sigh and his grip on my hair tighten.

“Now you listen to me you pathetic mutt. You do as you are told and you live for at least one more game… or, I relieve you of your pathetic life and tell the others you got killed in the fight.” He bends down to my level slightly, “Now, which option would you prefer?”

A few minutes later, his pants drop and he orders me to remove his underwear, I gasp as I see his cock spring free.

“Don’t act so surprised, I saw you staring today.” my blush pops up at his dirty comment making him laugh. “Don’t just sit there. Put your mouth to use or I’ll bash your empty head against the urinal.” His voice was dark and powerful. Out of fear I open my mouth wide and take him in while my tears fall down. The occasional tear will slide down and fall onto his cock making him laugh. I grunt and gag as I bob my head slowly. He hums in satisfaction but then grabs my hair. He uses my hair to painfully push my head away and closer to him, making make-shift ponytails for him to grasp.

In-ho’s moans are deep as he takes what he wants. For the most part he is silent, just using my mouth as a fucktoy.

“Stupid slut..” he groans, “Can’t even suck a cock right.. Can’t even make money like this. hm? Maybe I’ll have to train you.” He moans more, getting off on degrading me. I gag as he moves my head faster, the pain in my head not getting any better. My noises of pain and fear make him chuckle. It was a dark evil chuckle full of satisfaction as he used my mouth to get off, “Poor pathetic whore.. You’re gonna swallow my cum like a good whore, yeah? Mm yes you are.” he grunts as his thrusts get sloppy. Drool and tears are falling from my face and down my clothing. “Take it! Take it like a whore!” he grunts as he throws his head back. His movements stall and he lets out sounds of pleasure as he releases his cum in my mouth. I do as I am told and swallow as much as I can.

In-ho is regaining his breath but looks down at me, not letting his scary persona leave, “Swallow everything. If I see a single drop, you go headfirst into that mirror.” He warns.

I whimper and struggle to clean him off and make sure not a drop is wasted. He chuckles at my pathetic state. And released his cock from my mouth making me cough and whine.

In-ho shoved me to my feet and bent me over the sink, I knew better than to move or try to escape, he knows I can be a smart girl. I gasp as my pants and underwear are forcefully shoved down past my knees. He keeps me bent over and uses his fingers to inspect. I look at him in the mirror and gasp as his fingers rub my clit. I let out a moan and blush, closing my mouth, pretending to glue it shut.

In-ho smirks and groans as he tortures my clit, “You’re already so wet. Did you seriously get this wet from sucking my cock?” He teased me. His smooth voice is right against my ear as I whine. “Answer me, mutt” He said as a warning.

“Y-Yes..” I admit as I struggle to keep in my sounds of pleasure. I did not want to give this psycho the satisfaction.

I hear that sexy dark chuckle right in my ear, making my hair stand up. “Yes what..? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten my name already.” he taunts.

“Y-yes.. I-Inho…” I whimper as I feel two fingers force their way inside me. No prep or anything, he forced two fingers to violate me, “Stop..” I mumbled.

“Hm? You said something?” He smirks as his fingers speed up.

I grip the edge of the sink and breath heavily as if I am going into labour. “Stop it..”

“Mmm now why would I do that?”

I bite my lip and look down, not being able to face him right now. “You’re hurting me”

At my whine I am greeted by a laugh. He laughed at me. “Oh baby, I'm hurting you?” He says in a mocking tone. I nod and hear him laugh again, “Oh it hurts? It hurts.. Mm thats why your pussy is making that sloshing sound hm?”

I finally let out a defeated moan and a frustrated whine. It did feel good. Gods it felt so good. But being fingered by the same hands that snapped that man's neck..

He laughed and pulled his fingers out of my pussy. I whine at the loss but before I can protest further he shoves his fingers in my mouth. “Mm do you taste good? Tell me..” he whispers in my ear.

I hum and suck his fingers clean.

“Mm… I’ll have to see for myself. Perhaps another time, pet.”

I gasp as I feel his hard and still wet cock sliding at my entrance.

“I suggest you start at least pretending like you’re enjoying it.. Okay?”

I nod quickly, fearful of what's to come if I disobey a direct order.

“Good slut. Now bend over more” I, again do as he says, bending over more. I gasp as he kicks my legs making them spread wider. Before I could register the change in position, his hands were on my waist and he forced his cock in without warning in one swift movement. I let out a scream both in pain and pleasure. My breathing quickened as he grunted, bottoming out. His hips are flushed against mine. I whimper as he graciously allows me to adjust to his cock.

He takes a few breaths before starting to move. I eat up his moans proud, in a twisted way that I can make such a powerful man fold for my body, regardless of the situation.

“You’re such a tight slut..” He grunts as he starts to thrust at a fast pace.

I scream for him and he chuckles. “Ih-ho! Mmm oh fuck!” I whine like a slut, making his thrusts hit harder. I struggle to hold onto the sink as my body keeps jolting forward.

“Mm you sound so pretty saying my name like that. Tell me who you belong to.” He used one hand to land a harsh and unforgiving slap on my ass while the other held my waist firm.

I scream at the slap and arch my back in response.

“I-I.. You own me.. I belong to In-ho!” I gasp out as his cock makes me see stars.

He pounds me harder as he delivers another slap to my ass making me cry out in pain.

“Good mutt. You are nothing but my pet. I will use you as such.” He grunts, having full satisfaction.

I whine, looking slightly disappointed. He laughed at my expression ”Awh what’s that look for hm? Oh… don’t tell me you thought I actually cared about you..” he laughed at me as I looked down in shame. “You stupid bitch. Mm oh god..” he moans as he continues to pound into me. “This is why I’m keeping you around. This pussy is keeping you alive. Remember that.” He grunts

In-ho continues to fuck me dumb giving me some praise to melt me just how he wants me.

I then feel him yank at my hair and force my eyes up at the mirror. He instructed me to look at myself as he fucks me stupid.

“See your drool? See your stupid fucking face as I ruin you.” I give empty headed moans as he ruins my body. He slaps my ass again but this time I just drool. He laughs at my pathetic state, my reactions driving him to the edge.

He grunts in my ear, his voice dangerous and lethal, “I’m going to cum in your tight pussy, got it?” I give him another empty headed moan as he talks to me. “Good doll. You are going to keep every drop inside you, yes?” He doesn’t give me a choice. He uses my hair to force my head to nod up and down. “Good mutt. Keep every drop in your cunt.. don’t waste your owner's seed” he hunts desperately as I scream for him.

“That’s right. Good girl..” With a few more grunts he released his cum inside me. After his breathing evens out he warns me “keep every drop or a bash your skull..”

He stays like that for a while, kissing up my neck and finally kissing me proper. I let my eyes close and my tongue dance with his as he groped my waist tighter.

After fixing our hair and dressing he gives me another look of warning. “If you breathe a word of this or my identity to anyone-”

“I won't, I swear to you, sir!” I answer quickly, fearing for my life.

In-ho smirked and nodded, “Good.. but cut me off again and I cut out your tongue.”

I nod and stay silent as he leads me back through the chaos of the fight, back to our safe spot. He turns to me and whispers, “What name do you address me by?”

I looked at him trying to keep eye contact as the lights strobe, “Young-il”

“Good mutt”.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 23 - First Birthday

@wolfstarmicrofic January 23, word count 829

Remus’s birthday was fast approaching. It would be the first of his small group of friends that he’d be celebrating, as he’d been in the shrieking shack on Sirius’s birthday and missed the celebrations. But for his birthday the moon would barely be a sliver in the sky, so he could celebrate all he wanted.

James had promised him a cake. He’d asked his mum to bake and send one just for Remus, in his favourite flavour, chocolate, of course. Remus couldn’t wait. 

The day arrived, and while he still had to go to class, he didn’t mind so much as he had Transfiguration, Charms and Defence Against the Dark Arts, all of which he was quite good at, and no potions. So far, it was a pretty good birthday.  

“Happy Birthday to you. Happy birthday to you. Happy birthday, our dear Remus. Happy birthday to you,” Sirius, James and Peter chorused around him after they’d dragged him up to their dorm room and sat him on a cushion on the floor. James had a massive chocolate cake in his hands that he shoved in Remus’s face so he could blow out the candles. Sirius cut them big slices, and they balanced the plates on their laps while they dug in messily with their fingers. 

Once they were finished and had cleaned up, Sirius plonked himself down in Remus’s lap. It had taken Remus a while to get used to how touchy-feely Sirius was. James had told him he thought it was because Sirius was a bit touch-starved and was overcompensating, now that he’d figured out he could hug people. He basically draped himself over James any chance he got, sometimes in class. So Remus had made the effort not to tense up every time Sirius touched him, mainly for Sirius’s sake, but also because he secretly craved the light touches. For too long, the only person who’d hugged him or touched him was his mum. 

“I’ve got you a present,” Sirius beamed at him as he summoned a box from under his bed. Remus took it off him and awkwardly balanced it on Sirius’s lap, lifting the lid to reveal a whole collection of wizarding sweets. 

“Wow, Sirius, thank you,” He grinned, his hands already opening a chocolate frog box.

“Glad you liked it,” Sirius told him, wiggling in his lap so he could rest his head on Remus’s shoulder. Remus found it oddly comforting having Sirius’s weight on him. But all that went away when James shoved Sirius aside and dumped a box of Dr Filibuster's Fabulous Wet-Start, No-Heat Fireworks into his lap. 

“Wow, these are amazing, thank you, James,” Remus said, brushing his fingers over the image on the box. They’d find a good use for these over the next few weeks, he bet. Peter shuffled forward and held out a lumpy package wrapped in brown paper. 

“Mum made this for you,” He mumbled, and Remus tore off the paper. It was a brown jumper with an intricate cable pattern on the front and around the cuffs. 

“Wow, Pete, this is, this is, wow, I love it,” He told Peter, pulling his robes off so he could put the jumper on. 

He hugged himself, appreciating the soft wool and the warmth it brought him.

“Do you really?” Peter asked in surprise. 

“Yeah, I really do. Tell your mum thank you, will ya?” Peter nodded profusely. Sirius dumped the fireworks on the floor and took his place back on Remus’s lap. 

“Godrics beard, that jumper is soft,” He nuzzled into Remus, knocking him over as he tried to feel all the jumper at once. 

“Get off you nutter.” Remus laughed as Sirius started tickling him. 

“Hey, Pete, why didn’t I get one of these for my birthday?” Sirius asked in mock outrage. Peter turned bright red. 

“Er, erm, er…” He spluttered. “I can ask Mum if she’ll make you one too?” 

“Aww, would you? Such a treasure. For now, I’ll just steal Remus’s,” He declared as he tried to get inside it with Remus still wearing it. 

“Will you get off? James!” Remus called out for help and James dragged Sirius out, threw him on his bed and rolled him up in his duvet. Problem solved. Remus dug around his box of sweets and pulled out some peppermint imps and chewed on them while James told the story of the time his dad tried to sew his mum's favourite dress back together after they’d accidentally ripped it, and he’d sewn it to his robes and had to wait for his mum to get back to help so they didn’t ruin the dress further. 

Remus went to sit next to the slightly disgruntled-looking Sirius and fed him Fizzing Whizzbees to cheer him up. 

When he got into bed that night, it was with a smile on his face. He’d loved every second of his birthday and couldn’t believe how lucky he was to have friends like he did. 

[holdmytesseract]

One Night or Forever?

Daryl Dixon x fem!Reader

Summary: When one thing leads to another, you and Daryl spend a passionate night together at the CDC. Unfortunately, neither of you is interpreting the signals right afterwards...

Warnings: 18+! MDNI! smut (not entirely graphic, but it's definitely there - like, you know exactly what's going on), uhhh sub and dom Daryl? unprotected rough-ish sex? Daryl gets a bj (yes, you read that right), he's a bit mean, too - but also a cutie patootie, uhh slight angst? bit of drama, alcohol - drunk-ish Daryl and tipsy reader, fluff, swear words, bickering

Set in Season 1!

Word Count: 4,5k

a/n: You want it, you got it, friends. I don't know what this is, though - or which demons possessed me as I wrote it. I really don't. I also don't know how I should feel about it. Embarrassed? Proud? Send help, lol.

Anyways, I hope you like this! Please go easy on me. Smut isn't really my forte...

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"Booyah!"

Daryl's toast had been the starting shot for an evening full of conversation, fun, laughter - and alcohol. Some would say reams of alcohol. Wine, booze, beer - you and the group stopped at nothing. That was probably the reason why everyone staggered somewhere on a scale between tipsy and shit faced drunk at the end of the evening.

You were currently on your way to your personal room - something you'd describe as a luxury. Sure, back at the quarry you had your own tent, but there was a huge difference between that and a whole goddamn room. With a own freaking shower! It was crazy. Who would've thought that something so plain and simple would become such a valued, precious thing? Most likely nobody, because it was something taken for granted.

Well... Not anymore. Not since the world went to shit.

After passing a very drunk Glenn on the way, you more or less stumbled into your room. Tipsy... You were definitely tipsy. Without a single care in the world, you started to shed your clothes the moment the door shut close behind you. All you wanted to do was sleep. You had too much alcohol coursing through your veins to search for something you could use as a pyjama. You hadn't a problem with sleeping naked. Not tonight.

Unfortunately had your plan a catch... One that you weren't aware of yet.

This wasn't your room.

You were just about to free your body of the last piece of fabric you were wearing - a pair of admittedly beautiful dark blue lace panties, when a sudden voice managed to almost send you into cardiac arrest.

"Wha' the fuck 'r ya doin' in my room?!"

You startled so bad, that you almost lost balance and fell flat on your ass. Your balance was a bit off-track anyways, due to the wine...

With wide eyes you turned around to face the intruder.

"Daryl?"

You blinked. "What are you doing here?" He scoffed; his cheeks puffed out and reddened. He had been drinking way more than you did, and it showed. The archer's hands were fumbling clumsily with the fly of his jeans. "Jus' been taken a damn piss, 'n 'm comin' back to find ya standin' in my room." You crossed your arms over your bare - an information which hadn't reached Daryl's brain yet - chest. "This is clearly my room, Dixon." He scoffed again. "'S not!" "Yes, it is!" "'S not!" The man took a few wobbly steps closer. "Go bullshit someone else, I-" He stopped abruptly in the middle of his sentence; eyes widening to the size of plates. Now the information had been received and processed.

"Yer almost naked," he stated; bluntly staring.

Oh, you suddenly realised and remembered as well. He was right.

In any other situation, you'd have frantically tried to cover yourself up and perhaps even threw an insult at the man standing across from you, but the alcohol lowered your boundary of shame and loosened you up; making you see things more relaxed.

You huffed out a breath. "Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." Daryl still blinked and tried very hard to not let his eyes drop, but that was an almost impossible task for the alcoholized man. "Why?" You shrugged your shoulders. "'Cause I wanted to go to sleep." The archer swallowed hard. "In my room? Naked? Ya lost yer damn mind, woman?" "It's my room," your tipsy self was still profoundly convinced, while you made your way over to the bed on slightly wobbly legs. Daryl just watched you; flabbergasted, speechless, shocked - and incredibly turned on. After all, he had a damn pretty woman in his room - no, bed. Half naked!

"You could join me, Dixon." He scoffed again and tried to walk in a straight line over to the armchair; accepting his fate. "In yer damn dreams. 'S ain't gonna help me - or my hard-on." You giggled at his words like a schoolgirl and rolled around in the sheets. "That the reason why you can't get that zipper up? You like me, Daryl? Like what you see?" You pestered him with questions; smirking, and watched his cheeks redden even more - if that was physically possible and your eyes didn't betray you. "Shuddup," Daryl just growled in response. You giggled again, before a long beat of silence passed between the both of you.

The alcohol didn't just lower your boundary of shame... It also caused you to become bolder. "I could help you with that, you know..." You tried to sound as flirty and seductive as possible and turned in the sheets once more, but now to face the man sitting across from the bed. You perched yourself onto your stomach and crossed your ankles in the air; swaying your legs.

Gods, you felt like a teenager again. Damn the alcohol and your crush on the archer. It was a dangerous combination, since you hadn't planned to actually act on said crush. Well, and here you were now in his - nu.uh, your - bed, almost naked and trying to seduce him.

Some might say this escalated quickly...

"Help me with wha'?" The archer finally responded after a long moment; dumbfounded. His usually very smart and witty brain slowed down by the alcohol. You thought for a hot minute that he had already fallen asleep on you. You rolled your eyes and groaned - acting like Daryl just said the stupidest thing in the world. "Your boner," you deadpanned - as if it was the most normal thing to say.

The archer swallowed hard; feeling his chest (and pants) tightening.

"Wha'?" He crooked out. The normally so talkative, glibly redneck seemingly rendered speechless by your boldness.

Once again, you rolled your eyes. "Do you reaaaaally want me to spell it out for you, D?" Daryl clearly needed a moment to recover, but once he did, he scoffed.

"Pf, yer bluffin'."

"I'm not."

"Yeah, ya 'r."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, ya 'r. Can tell. Yer way to innocent fer shit like tha', sunshine."

"Are you challenging me, Dixon?"

"Nah, jus' statin' facts."

Now you were the one who scoffed. He really asked for it, didn't he? You smirked and hid your face in the blanket beneath you. Oh, you were so going to prove him wrong.

You rolled your barely covered body around a third time, but this time to get up from the bed - which was a much more difficult task than expected, but you made it in the end - even though not gracefully and certainly not seductively. "Facts, huh?" You asked the crossbow-wielding archer then with a raised eyebrow and your hands on your hips. He crossed his arms over his plaid beige-brown shirt clad chest; bare forearms and biceps bulging with the movement. "Yes, facts." Although he stared into your eyes with his blue coloured irises, he still had a hard time for them to actually stay on your face.

"Well, you can go screw your opinions - or me. Your choice, pretty boy," you stated and shrugged your shoulders as you bridged the short distance between the bed and the armchair. Before the younger Dixon could even do as much as open his mouth for a snarky respond, you had dropped to your knees in front of him - between his manspread legs.

Daryl's eyes widened and his jaw slacked. "Wha' 'r ya doin'?!" He literally screeched and gripped the armrests of the armchair. "Proofing you wrong, pretty boy." You smiled up at him like a Cheshire cat; hands and fingers clumsily trying to open his jeans. "F-Fuckin' hell, wha'?! Yer insane, woman!" The archer cursed above you, but also didn't make any moves to stop you. So, you took that as a sign to continue. And continuing you did...

It took you a hot minute to get your eye-hand coordination straight and overcome the obstacles which were his jeans and boxers, but once you did, there was no holding back. "Ya really gonna do th- F-Fuck..."

You did.

"Told you, Dixon," you stated with a mischievous glimmer in your eyes; hands firmly cupping him. Daryl answered nothing. The archer had a hard time to control his breathing and rapidly beating heart. He was still gripping the armrests like a vice - his knuckles already turning white. He really couldn't believe this was happening right now. Was he asleep and dreaming? Was he hallucinating? Did the wine manage to fog up his brain so much that his eyes were deceiving him? But when he felt your lips wrap around him, he instantly threw all those thoughts overboard again. This was real. It had to be real. After all, he was feeling it, right?

"F-Fuckin' hell," he cursed again; feeling waves of pleasure crash over him. One of his hands loosened its grip on the armrest and went in your hair instead - tying your loose hair into a makeshift ponytail. You were already too far gone to care; the taste of him addictive.

Working your magic, you tried to grant the man above you as much pleasure as possible - and it seemed to work. Within a few minutes, Daryl was a whimpering mess - a side you'd never thought you were ever going to see of him. Not in your wildest dreams.

"Ain't... Ain't g-gonna last," the archer panted breathlessly; the hand in your hair twitching. You didn't want him to. You wanted him to fall apart. A gentle squeeze of your hand was all it took. "Y-Y/N, damnit, 'm gon'- Gonna cu-" His sentence got interrupted by a low moan that paved its way to the forefront of his lips. The hand in your hair twitched again as he attempted to pull you off him. You didn't let him, though, and easily dodged his lousy attempt. Instead, you helped him ride the wave. His thighs twitched; muscles tensing as his high crashed into him. Daryl felt like he had been hit by an eighteen-wheeler - but in the best way possible. It had been so long...

The gentle grip he had of your hair slackened; hand falling limply to his side. You lifted your head to look at him to witness his blissed-out state. Daryl's eyes were closed, and his breathing laboured. You smiled; hands gently caressing his clothed thighs. "You believe me now, D?" He gave you a mere nod. Clearly he needed another few moments to get his head straight again. Your smile never ceased as you kept up your fingers movements. Your knees protested by now, but you didn't care.

Another few moments passed, before the archer peeled his eyes open again. Seeing you still on your knees for him managed to send another shockwave of arousal throughout his entire body.

Wide-blown eyes stared at you intensely; the gears turning in his fogged up head.

"T-Thanks, I guess," he whispered then. His voice was still hoarse. You smiled up at him. "You're welcome, pretty boy. Said I'm gonna help you." Daryl nodded almost shyly and clumsily stuffed himself back inside his boxers. You eyed him thoroughly and started to giggle. "Didn't think you'd loose it so fast. Wouldn't have pecked you to be a... premature guy." Not that it mattered to you, but you couldn't help yourself but to tease him a bit. It was meant to be a playful comment, but you seemed to hit a sore spot...

You could practically see how his eyes darkened, before he narrowed them. "Whatcha say, huh?" He asked in a gruff voice and stood up; towering over you. You blinked - were a bit taken aback by the sudden shift in his demeanour. "I-I, uh... Said I didn't think you'd be one t-to, uh, come too early..." The archer growled under his breath. "Ya better watch yer mouth, sunshine," he said in a threatening tone and grabbed your arms to pull you up on your feet. Daryl quickly noticed, though, that his legs were even more wobbly now that they've already been before; forcing him to take cautious steps. "What are we doing, pretty boy? You gonna make me pay for saying that?" You gave another sassy remark; provoking him and tickling his nerve ends even further. A grunt passed his chapped lips as he dragged you with him. Once close to the bed, he wrapped his arms firmly around your bare midsection and literally threw you onto the bed - wobbly legs be damned. You giggled at his eagerness and slid upwards to rest your head on one of the pillows; giving the man a confident look. "C'mon then, pretty boy, show me what you got. I know you want to." He scoffed and crawled on the bed. "Pretty boy my ass." You just giggled again. You felt intoxicated by the wine you had consumed and definitely aroused - which got only worse when you felt calloused, deft hands gripping your delicate skin. Daryl parted your legs and settled on his knees between them. His eyes were directed on your face. He looked like a predator - ready to attack his prey. It was incredibly hot.

"'M gonna shut tha' sassy mouth 'a yers, just ya wait," he growled in a deep voice, and wrapped his arms and hands around your thighs like a snake - holding them firmly and simultaneously keeping you splayed open for him, before he literally yanked you down; bringing your hips closer to his.

Your breath hitched in your throat at his sudden movement and the upcoming anticipation.

His fingertips danced over the skin on your hips then - and suddenly got your dark blue lace panties ripped into shreds.

"Daryl!" You shrieked, then gasped. "Those were my favourites, I-" "'S jus' a damn piece 'a fabric. Dun be such a crybaby," he interrupted you; instantly putting you in your place. Your mouth clapped shut. This was yet another new side of him. Sure, you knew he was hotheaded, but he literally just went from kinda submissive to dominant within the blink of an eye. Was it the alcohol? Or truly his temper?

The clinking of his belt ripped you out of your thoughts. Some shuffling and the rustling of fabric was the only premonition you got, before you felt him against your hot and pulsating center. Your hips instantly bucked; trying to get closer.

More friction.

More pleasure.

More of Daryl.

The archer hovering above you scoffed. "Look how needy ya are. Dun even hafta prepare ya." You could see the corners of his mouth twitching into a small smirk. "Tis all jus' from gettin' me off, huh?" You nodded and bit your lip. Daryl on the contrary shook his head, "Yer tha' desperate? Pf... Pathetic." and lined himself up, before hitting home.

Stars exploded in front of your eyes as his hips met yours. The most sinful moan the archer had ever heard in his life slipped past your lips; only spurring him on more. He picked up a firm, steady pace - leaving you a mess beneath him barely within a few minutes. Just what you did to him.

Revenge was sweet, wasn't it?

His precise, powerful thrusts carried you from one high to the next - and Daryl enjoyed it. He loved to see you fall apart beneath him. And this time, he was the one lasting longer. "Who's commin' too soon now, huh? 'S not me, sunshine. Told ya I'd shut tha' sassy mouth 'a yers," he growled lowly; slowing his pace to just give you a few moments of recovery. You moaned at the sheer endless pleasure he granted you. Your hands gripped his thick arms like a vice after he had planted both palms firmly in the mattress beside your head to gain more leverage. "F-Fuck, Daryl," you whimpered; fingernails digging into his sweaty biceps. "I know. Jus' one more, 'kay? Can ya give me one more?" You nodded wordlessly. "Good girl," the archer praised and picked up his speed once again; pulling another sweet moan alongside some incoherent noises from you.

Your hands travelled. They left his arms to rest on his chest, where they fisted the fabric of his plaid shirt with the ripped off sleeves. The fabric held a darkened stain - a puddle of sweat formed on his chest.

Your hands continued to fist his shirt, as you pulled - an attempt to undo a few buttons. But once the archer noticed what your mission was, he stopped dead in his movements. "Nah, dun do tha'," he scolded you instantly and peeled your hands away from the fabric covering his upper body. "W-Why?" You asked breathlessly; not understanding his sudden mood shift. "'"Cause I told ya to!" He snapped.

Just in that moment, you realised that you must've hit another sore spot... But this time one that actually seemed to get to him. Not one that managed to turn him on.

"S-Sorry, D-Daryl, I-" You immediately apologised, but got interrupted once more. "Keep holdin' on ta my arms, if yer need sum'thin' to hold on to." His voice was gruff, but way more soft than a few moments ago. The archer redirected your hands and placed them once more around his sweaty biceps. Without another word, he continued where he left off, causing your grip to instantly tighten. "There ya go," he praised you again and readjusted your legs with his thighs. Just the slight change of angle was enough to send you a third time over the edge. This time, though, you dragged him right with you.

A broken sound - close to a cry, left the man's lips as he pulled out and coated the supple skin of your stomach with his release. A single droplet of sweat rolled down his neck as he threw his head back in ecstasy. It was a sight to behold. A sight you might never forget for the rest of your life - no matter how long your life was going to be.

A few moments later collapsed Daryl on the mattress beside you. He was clearly spent. Perhaps this had been something you both needed. Who knew?

"Imma take a shower," the archer announced after a while and left the bed - but not before gentleman-like wiping the mess he made on your stomach away with his hand. Without another word, he left, while you just laid there - still naked and staring at the ceiling; recalling in your mind what just happened. The sex managed to sober you up a bit. Did that really just happen? Had you been dreaming this?

You heard the water run, but not how Daryl returned to the room and settled down for the night in the armchair. You had ventured off to dreamland at some point.

To say the next morning was awkward was an absolute understatement. Awkward was not even remotely enough to describe the vibe between the both of you.

When you woke up again, the archer was nowhere to be seen. Now sober, you left the bed, picked up your clothes, noticed that you truly were - in fact in his room, and tiptoed butt naked down the hallway into your room. Luckily nobody had seen you. That would've been scandalous, right?

Your luck was also that everybody was quite hungover from last night. Some more, some less. Therefore noticed nobody the way you and Daryl acted around each other.

You could barely manage to look into his eyes.

You felt ashamed; thinking that you pushed him too far yesterday night. Thinking, that you were too bold and unable to control your damn feelings. Thinking that you pushed him away, instead of drawing him in. You anticipated that the archer must hate you now - and you couldn't even blame him...

Nevertheless seemed a conversation inevitable. You didn't want to destroy the friendship - if you could even call it that - the both of you had before last night.

It took you days to bite the bullet and ask him to talk, though. Sure, you had been on the road again since the CDC was a dead end, but that wasn't an excuse in your eyes.

"D-Daryl?" You approached him cautiously as you found him alone in the stables of the Greene farm; saddling a horse to go looking for Sophia. "Whatcha want?" He asked you and gave you a short look. You swallowed nervously. "Can we, uh, can we talk?" "'Bout wha'?" You watched him work for a moment, while your fingers fumbled with the hem of your t-shirt; trying to gather all the courage you could find. "That, uh, night at the CDC..." Your words came out as a whisper, but Daryl heard them nonetheless - and froze in all his tracks.

"Why'd ya wanna talk 'bout tha'?" He asked nonchalantly after a beat of silence and continued his work; had seemingly shaken off the small 'shock' quite quick. "I-I..." You started and sighed. "Things f-feel so weird between us since that n-night, and... I don't want that. I-I'm sorry for what I did. I'm s-sorry for making you sleep with me." Your eyes were stuck on him. You watched him and tried to gauge his reaction - afraid of what was going to happen.

"Yer sorry 'bout it?" Daryl asked then - almost in disbelief. Then he scoffed. "Do ya regret it?"

That was a question you didn't see coming. A question you haven't thought about yet. Did you regret it? Your memories took you back in time; letting you relive that night you shared with him. The answer was clear - as you quickly discovered.

"No, I don't, but... It was wrong. I shouldn't have-" "Wrong?" He interrupted you. His voice appalled. "Tha's what ya think 'bout this? 'Bout... us?" Daryl accused you with a grimace on his face. Was that... sadness you could detect in his blue orbs? Hurt?

You blinked; "U-Us?" were definitely confused by his words. "W-What do you mean 'us'?" "Ya know wha' I mean, Y/N." You shook your head. "No, Daryl. No, I don't. We've been practically ignoring each other since the CDC. We can't even talk properly! Neither of us can look into the other's eyes! Everything is just... weird, and you talk about an 'us'? No, I don't get it. Tell me. Explain it."

A frustrated huff left the archer's lips, before he started to gnaw at the pad of his thumb; averting your eyes. All of a sudden, the usually so confident redneck became all shy and insecure. "Dunno how," he started; merely shrugging his shoulders. "'S difficult, 'n I ain't good with words." "Try it, D," you encouraged him and gave him a soft smile. "Please. I want to make things right between us again." The archer nodded and took another moment - most likely to gather his thoughts. "'S tha' feeling, ya know? Can't pin it down. Always feelin' so strange whenever yer close to me."

Your heart skipped more than just one beat as his words urged to your ears. Could it be...? No...

"W-What do you feel? Can you... describe it?" Daryl lowered his gaze to the ground. The little stone laying beside his left foot suddenly became really interesting. "Jus' strange. Gets harder to breathe, 'n... My stomach's all messed up. Feels like an itch I can't scratch." You couldn't believe this was happening. Did that night cause Daryl to fall in love with you? "You're doing good, D. Keep going. What else?" You had to know.

He grunted; his foot playing with that little stone, before kicking it aimlessly over the concrete ground. "I... always go back to tha' night in my head. Can't forget it. Yer look. Yer touch. The way ya felt, I-" He stopped himself to take a deep breath. And you smiled. Perhaps having slept with him hadn't been a mistake. Perhaps you interpreted his behaviour wrong. Perhaps you just misread the signs...

"I jus' dunno how to act 'round ya. I dunno wha's happening to me. Tha's why I ain't talkin' to ya. Didn't mean to ignore ya..." Daryl apologised with his head still lowered.

You stepped closer to him and cautiously reached for his hand. He flinched, but didn't pull away. "Daryl, I... I think I know what happened to you," you whispered. "'N wha's tha'?" He asked; finally brave enough to lift his head to look into your eyes. You smiled and squeezed his hand. "I think you... are in love."

As quick as the man had lowered his guard, as quick was it up again.

He pulled his hand out of your grasp and scoffed, before he took a few steps back. "Pf. Love? Me? Tha's ridiculous, woman - 'n we both know it!" "Is it, yeah? You really think so?" "Yes!" He yelled, and wanted to rush past you - but you stopped him with your palm splayed on his chest. You didn't know if what your heart made you do was a wise decision, but it acted on its own will. Your head was powerless anyway.

Daryl's eyes travelled from yours to the hand on his chest and back. "Whatcha doin', woman?! Leave me the hell alo-" You had heard enough. You had held yourself back long enough. This was the only option you had left. It was do or die.

You cut the man off with standing on your tiptoes and connecting your lips to his. It was a chaste, gentle kiss - but nonetheless meaningful. It felt so right. So good. His lips so soft and warm - compared to his seemingly rough exterior. His blond-brown goatee tickled your skin in the best way possible.

Once more, Daryl froze to the ground; not moving a muscle.

When your lips left his again with a soft pop and you reopened your eyes, you could see how his eyelids fluttered slowly open as well. You could feel his heart galloping underneath your palm. "What do you feel now, Daryl?" You asked in a hushed tone. Your eyes never left his. The archer swallowed hard. His Adam's apple bobbed in his throat. "I-I-I..." He stammered out; his cheeks heating up. "G-Good," he croaked out. "R-Real good." You smiled - happy that your heart had made the right decision. "Wanna do it again?" He blinked. The tips of his ears got red as well. "I-If yer willin' t-to k-kiss me again?" Your smile even widened, before you reached up to cup his beardy, red cheeks in your palms to pull him into another kiss. Daryl gasped against your lips; eyes falling shut and lips following your lead. It caused the kiss to get more intimate. More demanding. More passionate.

His hands acted on their own will, as they settled on your waist and pulled you closer. Your body crashed against his. You could tell that he hadn't kissed a lot in his life; his movements clumsy and messy - but perfectly Daryl. And you loved it. You didn't care how experienced or skilled he was. All you cared about was him - and all the love he deserved you wanted to give him.

He was far from perfect; had his flaws - but so were you.

"What do you say now about love, pretty boy?" You asked in a playful, yet loving manner; your hands crossed behind his neck. Daryl's hands gently squeezed your sides, "Shuddup." before he dipped his head to indulge you into yet another kiss.

Yeah... He was definitely whipped.

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[iseos]

IN THE MOUNTAINS 003 : jump!

library. nishimura riki x f!r wc. 2738 © iseos

synopsis. niki would rather spend his summer break anywhere other than in the middle of the woods. but who knew a prank war would change his opinion not only the camp—but also the most annoying person there

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y/n, yunah, and moka wandered along the dirt path to the cafeteria, their steps crunching softly against the loose gravel. overhead, the sun shone bright, making the air warm but not unbearably so, as the scent of pine and earth mixed in the breeze.

"i swear," y/n began dramatically, "if they try to serve us something like 'mystery casserole' again, i'm gonna run into the woods and never come out."

yunah snorted, "remember when they had those purple mashed potatoes? nobody touched them except that one kid who claimed he liked 'unique flavors.'"

moka laughed, skipping ahead and twirling to face them, "you're both being dramatic. the food’s not that bad. remember last summer?" she directed her question towardsyunah, "the pizza was decent."

"decent?" she shot back, "it was soggy in the middle and tasted like cardboard!"

moka gasped in exaggerated offense, "you take that back! it was gourmet compared to the spaghetti night disaster."

the group burst into laughter at the memory as they reached the cafeteria doors. inside, the lunch hall was a symphony of chatter, laughter, and the clatter of trays. campers lined up to receive their meals, and the trio made their way through the line, picking at options that looked the least questionable. y/n ended up with a tray holding a sandwich, some carrots, and a suspiciously shiny apple.

they found a table near the center, and just as they started eating, the sound of a counselor's whistle cut through the noise. a tall woman, clipboard in hand, climbed onto a small platform at the front of the room.

the room quieted down as she scanned the crowd with practiced authority. "we're announcing the group leaders for today's activities. when i call your name, come see me after lunch to get your assignments. remember you're in charge of keeping your group organized, motivated, and having fun! counselors will be around to help if needed, but for the most part, you will be in charge today."

a ripple of murmurs ran through the room as campers exchanged curious glances. yunah leaned over to y/n, "bet it's going to be all the super energetic people. like moka."

moka whipped around to face the other two girls when she heard her name, "do not wish something like that on me," she hissed.

the counselor started listing names, her tone upbeat, and amongst the many names: "...y/n,..."

y/n froze mid-bite, her sandwich halfway to her mouth. startled, she blinked and pointed to herself while yunah began quietly ooo-ing at her.

the counselors continued calling other names, assigning moka and yunah to separate groups. both groaned at being split up but promised to meet up again later.

after lunch, y/n joined the other newly named group leaders in a small clearing by the edge of the field. a few counselors handed out clipboards, schedules, and basic instructions for the activities they'd each be overseeing. y/n shuffled through the papers, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement as the counselors gave a brief rundown of the instructions.

"hey, y/n," a voice called out. y/n turned to see jungwon walking up to her with a warm smile, "looks like we're co-leaders."

"looks like it," y/n replied, relieved to see a familiar face. jungwon had always been easy to talk to, with a calm demeanor that balanced out her occasional impulsiveness.

as they worked to set up the activity, a scavenger hunt through the woods, y/n noticed niki amongst the campers approaching their group, his hands once again shoved deep into the pocket of his hoodie.

her stomach tightened slightly. she wasn't sure if he'd participate willingly or if he'd stay on the sidelines, uninterested as usual.

leaning towards jungwon, she whispered, "hey, can you do me a favor?"

jungwon paused, tilting his head curiously, "what's up?"

"see that guy over there?" she nodded subtly toward niki.

jungwon followed her gaze. "the one who looks like he'd rather be anywhere else?"

"yeah, him," y/n said with a small laugh, "can you try talking to him? see if he opens up to you at all? he...uh, hasn't been the most social."

jungwon raised an eyebrow, a teasing smile on his face. "what? giving up already?"

"no!" y/n protested quickly. "i just think he might be more receptive to someone new. you're good at talking to people."

he considered her words, then gave a nod. "alright. i’ll give it a shot after we get started."

the scavenger hunt began with a chaotic start. the campers the two were responsible for darted off in every direction, clutching their list of clues and excited shouting at one another. y/n and jungwon trailed behind them, watching the chaos unfold with a mix of amusement and apprehension.

"so," jungwon began, smirking as he glanced at y/n, "you're going to take responsibility if one of them gets lost, right? y'know, with you being the team leader and all..."

y/n covered her face with her hands as the mental image crossed her mind. "i don't even want to think about having to explain that to the counselors. but if someone gets stuck in a tree looking for clues, that's your responsibility, 'cause you're also a team leader," she shot back, pointing at him accusingly.

jungwon raised his hands in mock surrender. "fair enough, but i'm warning you now, if anyone climbs a tree, i'm just gonna yell 'jump!’ and hope for the best."

y/n couldn’t hold back her laugh at his comment, "very reassuring."

as they talked, jungwon's eyes shifted toward niki, who was lingering at the edge of the group, clearly trying to blend in while keeping as much distance as possible from everyone else. he nudged y/n with his elbow, "guess i'll go check in with him. be back in a sec."

"good luck," y/n said, watching as jungwon sauntered over to niki. she busied herself with checking the progress of the other campers and making sure they were staying on track, but she couldn't help sneaking glances at the two boys. jungwon had an easygoing way of talking to people that made other people easily comfortable with him, and to her surprise—and mild irritation—it seemed to be working on niki.

she saw niki actually responding to whatever jungwon was saying, nodding slightly and even muttering a few words back. her eyebrows shot up in surprise. for someone who had barely spared her a glance earlier, niki seemed more willing to interact with jungwon.

when jungwon returned, he was grinning, "well, that wasn't so hard. you made it seem like he was going to bite my head off or something."

y/n narrowed her eyes at him suspiciously, "what did you say to him?"

"nothing special," he shrugged, "just asked if he found anything yet and made a joke about how all the clues probably got eaten by squirrels. he cracked a smile at that, by the way."

y/n's jaw dropped. "he smiled? you're joking."

"nope. full-on smirk. it was glorious," jungwon said with exaggerated pride.

she folded her arms, feeling a twinge of jealousy. "why does he talk to you and not me?"

"oh i don't know," jungwon said, pretending to think as he tapped his chin. then, with a mischievous glint in his eye, he added, "maybe it's because you have a crush on him."

y/n's eyes widened, and she recoiled as if the words physically struck her. "what?!"

jungwon laughed, clearly enjoying her reaction, "you heard me. you've seem so determined to get him to talk to you; maybe he can sense it."

"i do not have a crush on him," she shot back, her voice dripping with exaggerated offense.

jungwon threw his hands up again in defense, laughing more at her over-the-top reaction, "okay, relax! i'm just messing with you."

"you're ridiculous," y/n said, crossing her arms. she avoided his gaze, her cheeks still slightly warm. from the accusation.

jungwon was clearly enjoying her flustered state. "but you have to admit, you're really invested in getting him to like his camp.”

“how you do know about that?”

“i overheard you and yunah talking,” he shrugs, “but my point still stands, if it's not a crush, then why do you care so much?"

"i'm just trying to be nice," y/n insisted, crossing her arms tightly over her chest. "he's new, he's clearly not happy to be here, and...his sour attitude is ruining the energy of the camp."

"uh-huh," jungwon gave her a knowing look, watching as the other campers happily participated in the activities, unaware of one certain camper's disinterest, but he didn't push any further.

the girl sighed, looking at the trees around them, "besides," she muttered, more to herself more to herself than to the boy, "it's not like he's easy to talk to. you're lucky you got anything out of him."

jungwon patted her shoulder lightly, his teasing tone replaced by something softer, "don't overthink it. sometimes people just need time."

she gave him a small smile in return, appreciating his words even if she still felt a flicker of irritation at his earlier joke.

they spent the rest of the activity wrangling the other campers, keeping an eye out for anyone wandering too far or getting too ambitious looking for clues. jungwon's easy humor kept y/n from overthinking her interactions with niki, or jungwon's teasing, but she couldn't help glancing toward niki every now and then.

after dinner, y/n found herself in yunah and moka’s cabin, enjoying the quiet hum of the evening. the air inside smelled faintly of bug spray and sunscreen, a mix that somehow felt comforting after the day’s exhausting activities. her own cabin was a bit calmer than this one, but she liked the lively energy moka and yunah brought. plus, their bunks were cozier, even if they did creak with every movement.

“so,” yunah flopped onto her bunk with a dramatic sigh, staring up at the ceiling, “today was…interesting. i swear, my group spent more time arguing about who got to shoot the arrows than actually shooting them. we have, like, zero teamwork.”

“tell me about it,” moka chimed in, perched cross-legged at the end of her bed, “we barely did anything because two kids kept trying to drown each other in the lake.’

y/n chuckled, fiddling with the hem of her hoodie. “well, at least you guys had some excitement. my group was pretty chill.”

“chill, huh? or was it because you got to spend all that time with jungwon?” moka asked while playfully narrowing her eyes.

rolling her eyes, y/n spoke with a smile, “he’s just…easy to work with. he knows what he’s doing.”

propping herself on her elbows, yunah looked down at y/n from her top bunk, “speaking of people who don’t know what they’re doing…i saw niki walking to your group. is he still acting like this camp is the worst thing to ever happen to him?”

y/n sighed, resting her chin on her knees, “pretty much. i just don’t get him. it’s like…he’s going out of his way to hate everything here. and what bothers me the most? he actually talked to jungwon today. like, full sentences and everything apparently.”

moka gasped dramatically, “no way. so he can talk.”

“and let me guess, he still won’t say more than a word to you?” yunah smirked.

with a groan, y/n flopped back against moka's pillows with a loud creak from the bunk’s metal frame. "exactly! i don't know what his problem is. i've been nice, tried to include him, and nothing. but apparently jungwon gets to be his new best friend immediately?"

moka leaned forward, "hmm...are you sure you're not just a little jealous?"

y/n shot her a glare. “i’m not jealous.”

“you sure about that?” yunah teased, a sly smile creeping onto her face, “you’ve been talking about this guy nonstop. maybe you have a little crush on him.”

y/n sat up so fast that she nearly knocked into moka. “oh my god, not you too! why does everyone keep saying that?”

from above, yunah raised an eyebrow, “wait—who else said it?”

realizing she had said too much, y/n quickly shook her head. “no one. forget it.”

moka, however, wasn’t letting go that easily. “wait a second. does someone else also think you have a crush on him?”

“no! that’s not what i meant. its just—you guys keep bringing it up, and its annoying,” y/n’s face flushed.

“y/n, it's not a crime to think someone’s cute, y’know,” yunah smirked knowingly.

y/n groaned loudly, burying her face in her hands. “guys, i do not like him. he’s rude, standoffish, and—ugh! i’m just trying to be nice to someone who’s clearly miserable. that’s it. end of story.”

moka held her hands up in mock surrender, “okay, okay. no crush. but…you do talk about him a lot.”

“because i’m frustrated!” y/n shot back, exasperated, “i’m trying to understand him, and it’s just impossible.”

the bed frame creaked as yunah climbed down to the lower bunk while moka pursed her lips thoughtfully. “well, if you really want to get through to him, maybe you’re going about it the wrong way,” the older girl said.

“yeah,” moka added, though her mischievous tone was creeping in. “but if you really want to help loosen him up, we could…y’know…give him a little nudge.”

y/n frowned. “what kind of nudge?”

moka’s grin widened, “a little friendly prank might help.”

“a prank? are you serious?” y/n’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief.

“why not?” yunah chimed in, her eyes glimmering with interest. “it’s harmless, and maybe it’ll finally get him to stop sulking and actually interact with people.”

"i don't know..." y/n hesitated, glancing over at yunah who was now sat next to her, the girl’s interest clearly piqued.

“i mean, moka’s got a point,” yunah said with a shrug, “it's not like it has to be anything mean. just something to get a reaction out of him, maybe make him laugh.”

“or make him hate me even more,” y/n countered, though the gears in her head were already turning.

“come on, y/n. you’ve been trying to get through to him for days, and nothing else is working.”

moka leaned forward again, grabbing y/n by her shoulders, “it’s not like he talks to you anyway. what do you have to lose?”

y/n sighed, torn between her better judgment and the tiny part of her that was tempted by the idea. she didn’t like the thought of annoying niki, but his constant brooding was starting to wear on her patience. maybe the two girls had a point; he needed a push.

“fine,” she said reluctantly, “but it has to be harmless. nothing that’s going to embarrass him or make him feel singled out.” she held up her finger to make her point.

moka and yunah grinned, clearly excited to have won her over. “of course!” moka chirped, clearly already scheming, “we’ll keep it fun. promise.”

before y/n could respond, the door creaked open, and one of the other girls staying in the cabin stepped inside. she paused when she saw the three of them huddled together, her curious gaze flitting between them.

“uh, hey,” the girl said, raising an eyebrow, “what’s going on?”

“nothing!” moka chirped, her tone a bit too cheerful. she quickly leaned back against the wall the bunk was pressed against, feigning innocence.

“just talking,” yunah added, though the way she avoided eye contact didn’t exactly sell the story. the girl gave them a skeptical look but didn’t press further.

as she turned toward her bunk, y/n stood up, stretching as she glanced at the clock on the wall. “i should probably head back to my cabin anyway,” she said, grabbing her water bottle from the floor.

“think about it!” moka whispered as y/n moved toward the door.

she rolled her eyes but couldn’t suppress the small smile that tugged at her lips. “goodnight, troublemakers.”

stepping out into the cool night air, her mind buzzed with thoughts of niki—and moka’s ridiculous but oddly tempting idea.

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[nightofhappylight]

Game night

[faunandfloraas]

i do love seeing seungmin interact with random people, especially alone bc he's actually pretty friendly and funny every time, like he's a lot better with it than you'd maybe think? him and Eunkwang, when he's gone to variety shows by himself, when he and Jeongin went on that uncle show earlier this year he definitely took the lead, now this video meeting the fan. Idk it's just fun to see that side.

[nyctoheart]

I wish I liked Wish :/

[itsalwaysdark]

i like overthink everything now it makes me feel so dumb. i used 2 be able to just talk 2 ppl but nowadays every single thing im like Is that actually going to make them hate me. Yes probably. and then i just dont respond which makes ppl hate me. this is how it is

[leori-the-unlearned]

the way digimon does conflict/drama between two characters who should be or are close: chef’s kiss <3

the way sonic idw handles creating conflict/drama between two characters who should be or are close: *wilting flower*

[princekirijo]

Something I didn't really notice until replaying Royal but Ryuji really doesn't let the past hold him down? Like in the rank 2 scene he tells Akira that he doesn't want to focus on his past and he's more focused about the future.

I think that's kinda neat tbh he doesn't wanna let the stuff with Kamoshida or his dad drag him down, he just wants to keep going forward.

[archivedolon]

aphelios using emojis to communicate rather than typing out words ;___; he finds it difficult to say exactly how he’s feeling, especially when so many people are watching the debut of their band. he’s a perfectionist to a fault and doesn’t like for there to be any room for miscommunication or for his words to be construed any other way. it’s much harder for him to put his own thoughts into words, whereas songwriting, his emotions flow freely. as always, though, he’s a bit of a meticulous soul and holds himself to an extremely high standard. his anxiety is something that he’s learning to manage but with so much riding on the success of their group, not just himself but everyone else’s careers that were revitalized by their joint efforts, he’s rather not put himself in a position that could cost the others. so emojis he stays with for the time being. alune likes how they look, anyways.

[neverendingford]

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[k-hotchoisan]

backseat serenade

<mingi x fem!reader>

Getting stuck in the backseat of your friend’s car after a night out with your drunk friends wasn’t how you thought of ending the night, especially not on Mingi’s lap.

Genre/warnings: smut, pwp, forced proximity, technically exhibitionism but not because no one ends up noticing, fingering, light choking and wrist pining, riding, cream pies, orgasms, something is going on in the backseat…, furcoat mingi

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“Who else is here?” You ask. 

She shrugs. “My boyfriend and a couple of his friends. You know them.” Well, you’ve definitely met a couple of your friend’s boyfriend’s friends before. Your eyes scan the crowd and sure enough, you spot familiar faces. 

And then your eyes rest on a particular male—his hair dyed platinum and slicked back, already drawing attention because of his height alongside his fur coat that hung over his shoulders. You never thought someone could pull off a fur coat that well actually. A pair of glasses sits on his nose bridge, which seems to somehow accentuate how sharp his eyes are. He’s been on your radar since he appeared on a mutual friend’s Instagram. 

“He’s pretty cute isn’t he?”, your friend’s date pushes, lightly bumping his arm against yours. 

You cast him a glance. “Just surprised that there are people who still wear fur coats in this economy.”

“That’s-“

“Song Mingi”, you reply, not taking notice of your friend’s boyfriend’s surprised expression. 

“You know him?”

“Came across him”, you reply a little too quickly. You sure as hell were not about to spill the truth. 

He definitely looks and is intimidating for sure, especially when he opens his mouth to speak, his voice so low that it tickles your ears. You could hear him talk forever, you think. You could imagine how he moans in your ears.

You blink. The fuck?

And so, for the past hour or so, you’ve been stealing glances at the blond male, but unfortunately, there was only so much staring could do, and it was not helping you get the male’s attention. Sure, the both of you actually followed each other (you were surprised when he followed you back), and the way he liked your stories sometimes made your stomach grow butterflies, but you never actually interacted with him in real life. 

It wasn’t until the party was slowing down, when you came back from being distracted by another friend, was when you realise Mingi was gone. A ping of disappointment fills you up, but it’s not as horrendous as the feeling of regret—for not just going up to talk to him. You wonder when you’ll see him again.

You decide to find your friend and call it a night.

“Do you wanna hitch a ride with us?”, your friend asks, uselessly trying to balance herself, her partner holding onto her waist. 

“The driver didn’t drink, I promise”, your friend’s partner assures. 

You open the car door and your eyes widen when you spot Mingi. 

You whip your head to your friend to ask her sincewhen Mingi came with the friend group but you realise you wouldn’t be getting any concrete answers from a tipsy person. 

You glance back at the male donned in the maroon fur coat, who seems rather surprised when he sees that you were the one who opened the car door. 

But Mingi’s expression remains indifferent—god knows what he’s thinking about but you swore you saw a tint of something in his eyes when your friends told you to just sit on his lap because “the car had no space”. 

“Hi, y/n”, Mingi’s deep voice calling your name is kept in a bottle and stored at the back of your head. 

“Hey Mingi”, you greet back, cautiously approaching him. 

“Are you okay with this?” You ask, testing the waters by putting your weight on his left thigh. 

“It’s fine. I’m just worried that it’s gonna be uncomfortable for you since it’s gonna take a while to reach your place right?”

Right. You nod in defeat. 

Your body jolts slightly when you feel Mingi’s touch burn against your skin—especially your thighs. 

His friend on the passenger seat has the aux cord and he’s picked out a song to blast in the speakers. You feel goosebumps bloom across the nape of your neck when Mingi’s voice hits your ear from behind. 

“Sorry, you might need to move in a little more, Princess. We have three more squeezing with us at the back.”

You blink, processing the information before internally thanking the universe that the car is dark so the red flushing against your cheeks gets hidden. 

Soon you find yourself fully on Mingi’s lap, and although you try not to lean too much against him, you realise the position feels awkward, and when Mingi personally shifts you with his hands instead, you decide to stay put. 

The energy in the car is high, even after all that partying, which you easily deduce to be due to the alcohol. Unfortunately, you couldn’t be singing along at the top of your lungs, not when you’re subconsciously aware that Mingi is just behind you. 

Sitting on someone’s lap was definitely not as comfortable as sitting on a car seat, and that was a given, so you find yourself shifting constantly, not realising Mingi closing his fists every time your ass shifts against him, particularly his crotch. 

Suddenly you feel the weight below you shift. Mingi’s arm wraps around your waist, his weight pressing against you. You stay put the moment you feel his lips barely inches away from the shell of your ear. 

“I strongly suggest you try to stay still, y/n, or it’ll become a problem for the both of us.” 

You turn your head slightly, barely enough to capture him within your peripherals. At first, you wonder if you’re starting to annoy him, but when you feel his hands slide down to your thighs and something hard pressing against your ass, you get your answer. 

And you wonder how far you should take this. 

Your face is heating up, at the idea you’re just sitting on Mingi’s thick erection, separated by the fabric of his pants and the ridiculously thin fabric of your body con dress. You wonder about his size, which only gets more vivid since you’re literally sitting right on his fucking cock—how thick he would be, how much he would stretch you open, and it’s making you slowly drench your panties. 

The more his erection is blatantly pressing against you, the more you can’t help but fidget on his lap. You’re wondering why Mingi hasn’t said anything, you wonder if he even felt it at all. The moment that thought forms in your brain, you pick out what sounded like low groans from behind you. Then you feel Mingi’s fingers press against your bare thighs, just this fucking close to lifting your dress. 

Mingi shifts against you, his hard cock now even more prominent against your ass—directly below your pussy if it wasn’t for the fact that there were layers of annoying fabric keeping them apart. 

His deep voice is like a melody in your ear,  “I’m closing an eye if you’re just doing this on accident, but there’s only so much more grinding I can take princess.”

You glance over to the company seated just right beside you—they are still singing their hearts out thanks to the self-assigned DJ of the car. The music was still blasting, and you realise you and Mingi are slowly forming another world—one growing of hot and heavy air. 

You’re trying to weigh your options and risks, but the constant friction of Mingi’s cock just poking you through his pants mixed with the light buzz from the alcohol earlier is keeping you less than logical. 

You lean back, the back of your head resting on his shoulder, feeling the thick coat tickle your cheeks, taking in the scent of his cologne that you swear only he could pull off, the boldness rushing into your veins like adrenaline.

“And if I said it wasn’t an accident?”

You don’t know what he might do next, but it’s making your legs tremble by the second. Your clit is fucking throbbing from the sheer anticipation. 

Mingi’s eyes dart to glance at you while his head remains positioned straight, before he presses himself onto you with a smirk against your ears, “Right. Glad we cleared that up, princess.” 

His hands press on the sides of your throat, two fingers tipping your jaw to turn your head to face him as he clashes his lips against yours, and you’re ready for him to just take whatever the fuck you have left. You’re doing your best to muffle your moans through the kisses, but as every second passes, you’re ready to give into it—mostly scream his fucking name into the night at this point. 

Your eyes are so glazed out, your pussy throbbing and drenched, your mind so sexually frustrated the more Mingi keeps you waiting. Mingi’s fingers trail along your bare thighs, his legs forcing yours to stay open, easily letting the gather of your dress push upwards, while his fingers push your panties to the side. You hear him mutter fuck when your wet cunt drenches his fingers. He barely drags his fingers over your clit, yet you already feel like you’re about to burst. 

“Are you gonna be a good girl and stay quiet for me?” Mingi asks, sinking his gaze into yours. You swallow hard and nod, so fucking entranced by his sharp eyes behind the glasses, and alongside the fact that his fingers are rubbing circles on your clit. 

“Fuck me. You’re so fucking wet for me”, he hisses, eating up your moans as he fits his thick fingers into your pussy, filling you up instantly. Oh god. You feel your mind completely blank out at the sensation of Song Mingi stretching you out. 

You swear that the wet sounds of Mingi’s fingers fucking your sopping cunt were louder than the music, but for some reason, and thank fuck, no one else seemed to notice. Yet. 

His other hand clasps over your mouth as he watches your eyes roll back, your desperate and satisfied moans muffled every time his thumb presses against your clit while his fingers fill you up again and again. 

You shouldn’t have agreed to stay quiet. 

Mingi’s legs are strong as fuck because his knees keep your legs from snapping shut as you let the feeling build in your stomach. Your hips are involuntarily bucking against his fingers, craving for him to fuck his fingers deeper. Shit. You can’t seem to get enough. He releases his hand off your mouth for a while, letting it wander to your tits, rolling your nipples over your dress with his fingers, listening to you pant and whimper.  

“Can’t wait to fuck your tight cunt once we get off”, he mutters into your ear, increasing his pressure on your clit. 

“Please… fuck! Mingi…” you trail, not even sure what you’re begging for at this point. But the knot tightens hard and taut. You’re about to snap anytime soon. 

“Cum on my fingers for me, y/n. Show me how your cunt is gonna feel like when my cock is gonna stuff you full.”

His hand goes back to clamping over your mouth to muffle your cries while your orgasm rips through your body. Your eyes roll back, and your back arched against his abdomen, the pleasure spreading through every nerve while he’s still fucking you with his fingers, enjoying the way you’re completely undone because of him. Your cunt can’t seem to stop spasming and it’s only from his fucking fingers. 

But it slowly wears off, and he releases his hand from your mouth, letting you catch your breath. 

His fingers slowly leave your spent and creamy cunt, and for a split second, you’re almost disappointed. You turn your head, watching Mingi slide his stained fingers past his lips, licking them clean, and his eyes locked onto you. 

“You taste so fucking good, Princess”, he whispers, before his hands are on your throat again, pulling you in for a wet kiss, and you taste yourself on his tongue, your face heating up at his words once more. 

The split second you pull away from him is when the music stops, and you hear your name being called.

“Y/n!”

Your eyes widen, and Mingi lowers his knees, letting you quickly shut your legs, letting his arm rest close to your legs, blocked by his fur coat. Thank fuck you’re in the dark. 

“This is your stop right?” Your friend asks before she turns on the interior car lights. You glance at the apartment building and sure enough, it is your apartment building. 

“Right”, you manage to answer with a forced smile. 

And as you are about to leave the car, Mingi suddenly announces, “I’ll send her up. Don’t wait for me.” He takes off his fur coat, draping it over your shoulders, quickly turning away as he pushes the car door open, ignoring the suggestive looks his group of friends were giving him before curtly saying his goodbyes and shutting the car door. 

Mingi is pretty much gentle with you as the both of you head up to your apartment, asking if you’re feeling cold, even though he’s only in a black tank top. You can’t help but gawk at how he looks even under shitty elevator lights—still so fucking hot. His fingers haven’t let go of yours yet since the both of you left the car, and he sure isn’t letting you go when the both of you reach to the door of your apartment. 

You feel so ridiculous in this oversized fur coat, but the fact that Mingi’s smell is just all over it makes you turn a blind eye to it. 

You unlock the door, pushing it open, the post nut clarity hitting, but the realisation of Mingi in a private space with you sending you mind into the gutter. 

And suddenly you feel your cunt throb again. Fuckin hell. 

“Cute place you have there”, he comments, slipping his shoes off. 

“I try to make the most out of it”, you return, taking off the fur coat, handing it back to him. 

Mingi pauses, staying near the door.

“I got no clue why I left the car like that, y/n. If you want me to leave, I can just call a cab and-“ 

His mouth runs, watching the way you’re walking towards him, and his lips snap shut when you pull him in for an open mouth kiss, his thoughts completely disappearing like they never existed. 

“Finish what you started, Minki”, you whisper when you pull away. 

For once, you like the way red looks on his pretty face, the red that disappears when he catches on, eye fucking you while thinking how fucking hot you look under normal apartment lights than the dim lights. 

His hands cup the back of your neck before his fingers are on your scalp, tugging your hair to face him, letting his lips collide with yours. You taste him so much more intensely now, and fuck does he taste like heaven. 

You feel his hands leave your head, going for your wrists instead, and he backs you up against the wall, deciding to pin your fucking wrists against the wall while stealing all of the oxygen you have left in between pants. 

His fingers trail down so lightly across your skin, you feel like you’re about to combust. 

“Is the couch fine for you?” He asks. You nod, just internally begging him to do anything to you. 

His hands slip down to your thighs, carrying you up in his arms, kissing and sucking against the skin of your neck while he navigates through your apartment. When he does find the couch (rather quickly), he lets you fall onto it, watching the way your dress rides up higher to your hips, your soaked panties coming into view, and his cock growing hard once more. 

“You know, you’re honestly killing me with that dress”, Mingi comments, his fingers tugging off your drenched panties, almost salivating over your glistening cunt. “Had to hold back from just pulling you out and fucking you.”

Oh, fucking gods. 

“That’s why we’re here now, aren’t we?” You tease, watching his satisfied grin grow bigger. 

You can’t wait for him to fuck your brains out. 

Mingi squats, letting his face press against your bare cunt, giving licks up, his tongue pressing against your clit while holding your legs apart. He thinks your whimpers and begs are like a fucking symphony—and he could listen to them over and over again while he breaks you, over and over again. 

It doesn’t last long, unfortunately, because he feels like he’s about to burst the longer he waits, his cock bulging against the fabric of his pants. 

So Mingi unbuckles his pants, pushing them down along with his underwear, his thick and long cock springs from his apparel, wet and decorated in thick precum. He gives himself quick strokes, amused by the way your face is turning a soft shade of pink. 

His thick fingers once again hold your wrists above you, lining his cock up to your pretty hole and pushing himself in, his girth taking up all space instantly. You see stars splatter beneath your eyelids as his cock stretches you out—thick and heavy. 

“Fuck. Song Mingi-“ you cry out, struggling against his grasp. 

“So fuckin tight, princess. Fuck, you feel so fucking good”, he sighs, letting himself bottom out in you, relishing in the way your face completely contorts into pleasure when he’s fully seated in you. 

And when he starts fucking you, your eyes roll back—the feeling of his cock pumping in and out of you switching off most of your senses. 

You sense his arms pining your wrists are growing tired, so you do your best to tap his arm, and Mingi lets go, watching you slide his wrist down to your throat. 

You sure know how to push his buttons. 

He applies pressure and it hits all the perfect spots. A choked moan escapes you while he fucks you dumb. 

“I’d love to choke you more, princess, but I really need you to ride me right now”, Mingi whispers, his fingers leaving your throat, and he pulls his cock out. 

You climb onto his lap, lining his cock before you push yourself down, his fullness knocking the wind out of you once more. 

“Are you gonna take all of my cum like a good girl?” He hums, wiping away the tears from your eyes. You nod weakly, biting your lip. 

“That’s my good girl”, he compliments, and it makes your heart fucking soar. Mingi bounces you on his cock, groaning at the way you’re squeezing around him. “Fuck, squeeze me just like that. God, your pussy feels so fucking amazing, princess.”

“Mingi, I’m so close. Oh fuck I’m gonna-“

Mingi only holds your thighs down, watching you shake, feeling your cunt just clenching down and flutter on his cock, cream seeping down his shaft, and he groans in your ear, keeping himself deep in your pussy, his thick cum flooding into your tight cunt, listening to you curse while he forces you to ride out your high. 

“So fucking good. Mingi…” you mutter through tears and hiccup, letting Mingi kiss your tears before he slowly pulls his wet cock out of you, satisfied at the way his cum slowly trickles out of you while you catch your breath. 

Mingi waits for your mind to slowly clear, and you climb off him, but your fingers stay interlocked with his. 

“We can wash up and order food if you want”, you say, trying to avoid the fact that you’re still flushing slightly considering Song Mingi made a wreck out of you. 

But he pulls you along with him. 

“An invitation to shower together? I’ll gladly fuckin take it, princess.”