#because I know that the technical tag for the series is different

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I know you didn't care for either KH2 or KH3, but if you were forced to choose one, which would it be?

Hmmm! Hm hm hm. Well, in all honesty, both have their bright points (I wrote out a whole litany here but took it out since I ramble a lot, but the gist of it was that KH3 has A+ graphics and they both have good gameplay, even if KH3 doesn’t present the challenge some might look for–I focus more on story, obvs, so challenges don’t really matter in my judgement of a game unless they’re nightmarishly hard)

In terms of story is where the forced-to-choose part gets a little easier. In this scenario, I’d have to say KH2 still wins out even with my personal grievances. Yes, vanilla KH2 gave Kairi visible underwear (!!!) but the Organization 13–particularly Xemnas–felt like actual sympathetic villains in the way that OG Xehanort never did. Even considering the games that came afterwards, including Days (with his professed true goal with creating a new KH for his own purposes) and KH3 w/ his death scene, Xemnas is an interesting villain. I’ve gotten the sense before that maybe he was just trying to create a KH to remake the worlds in his image because that was what OG Xehanort wanted, and Xemnas struggled with what he thought he was supposed to do and what a small part of him wanted to do–to have a Heart and feel something again. And finally he did, at the very end of his life.

KH2 is also the game where Sora stops feeling like such a hero, even if only somewhat. You see how he doesn’t hesitate to strike down foes if he’s told they’re not really people, even if they look like it. (Yeah, you get this sense when he’s up against certain human disney villains, like Clayton, but disney villains are in a weird gray area where the audience dehumanizes them too within the narrative; They’re not people, they’re The Bad Guys and they deserve whatever happens to them according to our moral sense of the universe and karma, but that’s an essay for another time) And CoM was really hardcore about this considering that Sora didn’t even know those guys were Nobodies yet (I’d like to point to the contrast in Sora’s reactions to Vexen’s death and Marluxia’s death)–but the novel shows that he and Riku were kind of melding memories a little bit, or seemed to, so that could just as well be a reflection on Riku. (and maybe he and Riku melded philosophies a little bit with Namine’s handiwork, you never know)

So not only with dehumanizing opponents, Sora also disregards their words of wisdom. This isn’t that much of a grievance comparatively, we all tend to not listen to people when we think they’re full of crap (and not without good reason at times) but a number of the conflicts might have been able to be avoided if Sora considered that even a broken clock could still be right twice a day.

TL;DR: To actually answer your question (sorry), KH2. Because it makes Xemnas (and the rest of Organization 13 that might not have been let in on OG Xehanort’s plans until they were forcibly included in KH3) into interesting villains and paints Sora in shades closer to something of an Antihero. Almost. But KH3′s story was just hot flanderized crap on a platter in comparison ಠ╭╮ಠ so I guess I’m biased in the first place since my feelings are still fresh from that.

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Sleep With Me, Anytime

Pairing: Steven Grant x Reader (with hints of: Marc Spector x Reader and Jake Lockley x Reader)

Summary: You and Steven live opposite each other and have been dating for a couple of weeks. One night you sleep at Steven’s during a storm. You get to meet Marc and Jake.

This is the 3rd and final part to the Suited and Booted series. Part 1 is here, and part 2 is here!

Warnings/Tags: No warnings. Fluff, forehead kisses, sleeping in the same bed, mentions of all 3 Moon Boys, just cute shit :)

Word Count: 3K

A/N: Credit to justoscarisaac for the GIF. It's beautiful. This fic is a personal favourite of mine, but as always if I’ve portrayed anything incorrectly please call me out on it so I can fix it! If anyone has any requests let me know because I would LOVE to write them!

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Outside a storm is raging. It’s past midnight, with the moon high in the sky, and you haven't slept a wink. You've been tossing and turning for a few hours now, and nothing is working.

Every clap of thunder makes you jump and each and every bolt of lightning makes you squeeze your eyes tight, almost as if if you couldn’t see it then it wouldn’t scare you.

But your tactics aren't working. You feel scared and alone.

So, you distract yourself. You decide to think about your boyfriend, Steven Grant.

You think about the past two weeks and everything that's happened, and how happy it's made you. You go over everything Steven told you after your date at the quiz night. He had promised you that he would explain everything about himself, and he had. The pair of you had sat on your sofa, and Steven’s life was revealed to you.

“You see, I’m not alone in this body. I uh- it’s a identity disorder, see? Technically I’m not even the original. I’m an alter. But I’m still me, still a real person. Still Steven.”

Steven’s explanation made sense. You had heard him in his apartment talking to other people, even though he lived alone. You asked him then, who were the other alters? How many of them were there? You wanted to understand, to finally figure out the life of Steven Grant. He had frowned.

“You don’t think of me differently, do you? Knowing that I’m not just…me? We all have the same brain, kind of. We all have the same body.”

“And so, do you all like me?” The question had slipped out before you had time to stop yourself.

Steven had chuckled, a little. He cocked his head to one side slightly, as if listening to a song far away. You couldn’t hear anything.

“Yes. That’s kind of the number one rule. We all have to agree on someone, you know, that we all like. There’s me, obviously. Then there’s Marc, he’s the original. His last name is Spector. And then there’s Jake. Jake Lockley.”

You had stayed silent for a little while, trying to take in the information. It was hard to process the fact there was three of them, and they all liked you.

“Right, so you’re the only one who…who fronts, then? Or is it like you all are there at once? Have I met Marc, or Jake?”

At that point Steven had explained how fronting worked. He explained who Marc was and what his job was. You had pulled away slightly at the word mercenary, and Steven had no choice but to tell you the whole story. He told you about Khonshu. And after everything, after Steven’s love for Egypt and the way he seemed so strong as well as smart, the fact he was a host for a god seemed believable. You believed Steven, and he couldn’t believe it.

“I know it’s a lot. And I promise I’m not making it up, that would be weird. I just want you to know the truth. And if you don’t want to know me after this, I get it. I really do.”

A rumble of thunder disturbs you from your thoughts, making you nearly jump out of your bed. You don’t want to bother Steven, he had enough issues to be worrying about without your irrational fear of storms being added to the list.

But, you can’t stop thinking about him. Can’t stop thinking about being wrapped in his arms, feeling safe and protected.

The pair of you hadn’t shared a bed yet, you hadn’t even done more than making out and holding hands on dates. Not that you minded. But right now all you want is to be in his arms, in his bed, knowing that you have someone to ride the storm out with.

You slip out of bed, flinching at every lightning strike, and find your slippers and keys. You’re wearing shorts and a tee, standard pyjamas by any means, and you don’t care if Steven sees you in them. You just want him.

You pad across the hall and knock on the door. If he’s asleep, and doesn’t answer, you’ll just go back and try to watch something on the telly instead. But deep down, you’re hoping that you knocked loud enough to wake him up.

The door opens and you’re surprised to see Steven looks wide awake. When he realises it’s you at his door, his demeanour relaxes and he pulls you into a hug.

“Y/N you okay? What’s wrong, love?”

He pulls away from you, all worried with scrunched up eyebrows and a pouty lip. He’s wearing an oversized jumper and baggy sweatpants. His feet are bare, which makes you think he might have been asleep, but the look on his face suggests he hasn’t been sleeping at all.

“The storm, I can’t sleep. I was wondering if maybe I could stay with you? But, only if that’s okay?”

Steven quickly glances behind him, and you suddenly realise you've never been in Steven's apartment before. It's always you at his, and you've only ever hung out outside of Steven's apartment before a date while you waited for him.

You can’t see what he’s looking at, and you think he’s going to turn you away and say you can't come in, but when he looks back at you he’s smiling.

"Oh, love. Come in, yeah? Good thing I was awake. I uh-" Steven pauses as you step into his apartment. The layout is identical to yours, but Steven's flat is way more lived in. There's stacks upon stacks of books all around the apartment, some on bookshelves and some rising up in wobbly towers from the floor. There's lamps on all around the apartment, giving it a warm and cosy feel, even though the storm is still raging outside. Somehow though, just by being with Steven, it doesn't seem to bother you as much.

There's a goldfish tank at the far end of the room, and there's maps and Egyptian posters plastered all over the walls and, just like the layout of your apartment, Steven's bedroom is on show. But it's much different to yours...

There's sand all around the bed, and some sort of restraint is tied to a pole at the end of the bed.

"It's not uh, not a sex thing. Promise." Steven shuts the door behind you and scoots over to his bed, shoving the restraint under it. "Before I figured everything out about Marc and Jake, I thought - well I thought I was losing my mind - but I thought it was a sleeping disorder. I haven't got rid of it because it's kind of, habit? I don't know. Sorry."

Steven is babbling, flattening out his bedsheets and trying to tidy the place up while you stare at him. You think it's cute, the way he gets flustered around you. You take a step closer to him, and take his hand.

"You don't have to apologise Steven. It's alright. Is that why you haven't wanted me to come over before?"

Steven shakes his head, "No no no, Y/N, I've wanted you to come round. I've just...not had the balls to ask."

He squeezes your hand and leads you to his bed, where you both sit down.

"Anyway, you're here now. The storm's scaring you, huh?" Steven brushes a hand through your hair, coming to rest his hand against your cheek. You move to kiss his palm.

"I hate them. And I couldn't sleep. I didn't want to disturb you, but the thought of sleeping with you just seemed so much better than sleeping alone."

Steven moves his hand away from your face, bringing it down to meet your hand. He blushes at your words, but he’s no longer seems ashamed of the affect you have on him. He wears his reddening cheeks with pride.

"You know I'd do anything for you, love. You can sleep with me anytime." His words are sweet, but as soon as he says them his eyes widen, "I mean like, in my bed. Not like sleeping together together, you know? Well, maybe. If you wanted."

You shut Steven up by laughing. Even the rumble of thunder doesn't make you jump. Instead, you pull Steven in for a kiss. "I know what you're trying to say. It's okay." You pause, "Why were you up anyway?"

Steven's blush has gone down, and his expression becomes more serious. "Khonshu. There's a mission. The lads are trying to plan something."

Steven glances at the mirror on his wall, and you follow his gaze. You know he's talking to himself, either Marc or Jake has something to say. You want to say hello, even though you can't see what Steven's seeing. You wish you could meet them.

"Oh. Right. Scary stuff then?"

Steven looks back at you, and a fork of lightning flashes in the window behind him. You jump a little, and Steven puts an arm around you.

"Let's not worry about that now, yeah? Why don't you get in bed? I'll turn out the lights."

You do as he says.

His sheets are soft and his pillows smell like him and you feel like you're in the midst of one big Steven hug. He goes about, turning off the light's one by one until it's just the bedside lamp left. His bare feet patter against the floor before he slinks into bed next to you.

"Shall I turn this light off, love?"

He turns to you, propped up in the bed on his elbows, and you drink in the sight. Suddenly, the storm doesn't even seem so bad. All you care about is Steven.

You scan him, looking at his perfect curls and kissable lips. His kind eyes and his gorgeous, goofy smile. You nod, and the light goes off.

It takes you a second for your eyes to adjust to the darkness, and while you do all you can here is Steven getting comfy beside you. You're on your side, facing him, and when your eyes adjust you realise he's facing you too.

You can feel his breath on your cheek and when a flash of lightning illuminates the room, Steven smiles at you.

"Hi." He whispers, as if just because it's dark now he has to be quiet. It makes you smile.

"Hi." You say back. You're aware of his body heat beside you, but there's a distance between you and none of your body is touching his. You reach an arm out and put it against his chest.

He reacts by shuffling closer, and puts an arm on your waist. Your pyjama top has risen up slightly and Steven makes contact with your skin. It makes your brain tingle with delight.

"So," you say, trying to distract yourself, "When you say the lads are planning something, does that involve you?"

Steven's rubbing slow circles against your skin with his thumb, and it's the most soothing thing you've ever experienced. You start moving your fingers against his chest, rubbing the fabric of his sweater.

"Yeah, yeah. It involves me. I'm 1 out of 3 of the protector of the night, you know?"

There's a joking tone in his voice, and you're aware he's trying to make the situation lighter than it actually is. You almost laugh, because you realise now you're both whispering to one another about a very serious topic of conversation.

“So, you’ll have to go soon, then? To deal with…whatever the mission is?”

"Yeah. It's okay though. I've got the suit. I've got Marc and Jake. They'll have my back and we'll be home to you in no time." Steven moves his hand from your waist to stroke your cheek again.

"The suit?"

"Yeah. The ceremonial suit of armour from Khonshu's temple. Although my suit isn't like Marc or Jake's, mine's sharp and has style, you know? I did say to you that I'm suited and booted sometimes." Steven chuckles to himself and you smile. You've never seen the suit, but the way Steven describes it makes you believe you'd find him sexy in it.

But your mind isn't fully focused on that. Your mind keeps replaying something he said only moment's again

"Hold on. What did you say? You said we'll be back to me in no time. As in, all three of you. Like, like-"

"Love, I did say to you we all have feelings for you. We all want to come home to you after this mission. You're what keeps us going."

At Steven's words you subconsciously move closer. You move your leg on top of his and he shifts. He's on his back and now you're hugging him like a koala on a tree. Neither of you say anything, because neither of you mind. Your heart is racing.

"That's the nicest thing anybody has ever said to me." You tilt your head upwards to look at Steven, who's already looking at you. Thunder and lighting go off at once, suggesting the storm is close, but it doesn't matter to you. You take one look at Steven and kiss him, hard. One of his hands is playing with your hair, and the other is resting on your hip.

When you pull away, there's a thought lodged in your brain.

"Can I meet them? Jake and Marc? Only for a minute or two, only if that's okay? Can you do that, at will?"

Steven goes silent, and you're worried you've pushed your boundaries. The last thing you wanted to do was make him uncomfortable.

"Yes. Yeah. They...they'd like that. Are you okay with that? Try to think of it as me, but different. If you like them too, I won't be mad. If you want, it'll be like three boyfriends in one." Steven plants a kiss on your forehead, and you practically melt under his touch. The idea of being the girlfriend to all three alters makes you sweat, and your excitement has fully outweighed your fear of the storm.

"Okay." You whisper, " Let's do it. Please."

You're not sure what to expect, you know they'll look the same so it doesn't matter that the room is dark, but you don't know if they'll sound the same or act the same. You're not sure if you should move off of him or not, when something happens.

Something passes through Steven, and you feel the change immediately. The grip on your hip is slightly tighter and his body tenses slightly. You look up at him and it's the same guy, but different. In the dim light you can see his jaw is more set, and his eyes don't quite hold the same, soft glow as Steven does. But he's still drop dead gorgeous.

"Hey, Y/N. How's Steven's babygirl doing?" You do not expect the American accent that come's out of his mouth. He too is whispering, but he sounds much more confident. You're blushing at his word choice - babygirl - and you can't help but giggle.

"Oh, okay. Listen to you." His voice is full of satire and there's a smug smirk on his lips as he looks down at you. He's loving every second of how flustered you are. "I'm Marc, by the way."

First introductions are usually followed by a handshake, but instead Marc just pulls you closer to him so that your head rests on his chest and the hand on your hip moves to snake around you.

"Is this okay? Are you comfortable with this?" He whispers into your ear and if you were standing, your knees would have buckled.

Steven was sexy in his own goofy, lovable way. But Marc was next level. And in a weird way, after what Steven said, you didn't even feel like you were cheating. This all felt totally normal, as if you had spent just as much time with Marc as you had with Steven. You guess, in a way, you had.

"This is good." You don't want to look at Marc because you know you'll blush.

"Steven says he knew you'd love me as much as you love him." You can hear the smile in Marc's voice. He's started rubbing your scalp, your hair intertwined in his fingers. Then, Marc laughs. "Steven also says he doesn't mean love like love. What an idiot. I know the pair of you are taking it slow and haven't said that just yet but, by the way, it's obvious."

You look up at Marc this time, totally distracted by the way he's playing with your hair, and he winks at you. Although meeting Marc is exciting, and it's all very surreal, you're slowly getting sleepy. Your body's relaxed against Marc's and you stare at him through a happy, sleepy gaze.

"You wanna sleep soon, huh? Wanna meet Jake first?"

"Mhmh. Sure." You're nearly falling asleep. Your eyes droop and shoot back open, trying to stay awake.

"We'll make it quick, sleepy girl." Marc leans over to kiss your forehead.

You don't notice when he changes to Jake. But he doesn't disturb your sleepiness. He simply snuggles closer to you, resisting all his sexual urges, and holds you closer as you begin to drift off to sleep.

"Sleep well, princesa. I'll get my time with you yet. Guess I'm the lucky one who gets to watch you sleep."

Jake's words fall into the void, and you're asleep.

He watches over you all night, protectively cuddling you and brushing hair out of your face. Before morning comes, he switches back to Steven, who plans on sleeping for a couple of hours before you wake up. Jake has done Steven a favour by taking off the sweatshirt, and now he's shirtless beside you. Steven's nervous about it, but Jake gives him the confidence he needs. As Steven settles down, and you subconsciously cuddle into him, he whispers one last time.

"We're so lucky. So bloody lucky."

The boys agree.

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[foreverindreamlandd]

Awake My Soul • 13

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

WC: 5.1k

Summary: It’s been 5 years since zombies first began their invasion, and despite everything you’ve been through, you’ve managed to survive up until this point. Now it’s time to face your most dangerous challenge yet….the grumpy, untrusting, fiercely protective Bucky Barnes.

Chapter Warnings: Reader forcing herself to eat and feeling sick from it, someone's drink being drugged, mentions of panic attack. Angst? Yeah, a lot of fucking angst :,)

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“I still can’t believe you let me sleep for eight hours and didn’t let yourself get any,” Bucky grumbled, giving a light, affectionate shove to your shoulder. “You must be exhausted, Sweetheart.”

You shook your head. “On the contrary, I feel more alert than ever.” You kept your tone light and joking. Technically it was true, there was no way you would have been able to rest last night. Your mind was racing in a million different directions, figuring out a way to get out of your predicament, out of the threat given to you by Brock.

“Three days, sweetie.”

Trying to find a way out, knowing that there wasn’t one.

As soon as Bucky awoke the morning after Brock, John, and Ward ambushed you in the woods, you immediately felt the urge to spill your guts and tell him everything that happened. To cry into his arms for hours as he told you that everything was going to be okay, that they would fix it.

He would do everything he could to make sure you were safe, and that was the last thing that you wanted to have happen, because you knew that Bucky would put your life before his.

That couldn’t happen, and if you were selfish enough to do that, to let him sacrifice his life for yours in a fight that you had started, then you were more of a monster than all of the members of Hydra put together.

So when Bucky’s eyes slowly blinked open, blue eyes filled with joy and admiration immediately upon looking into yours, you held your tongue and smiled.

“Morning Beefcake. Sleep well?”

You could tell he knew something was up, though. He noticed the way your hands kept fidgeting, how you would flinch when a tree branch snapped somewhere in the woods. You’d look over and see him looking at you with concern, wordlessly asking if you were okay.

Instead of bursting into tears like you wanted to, you would simply give him a half-assed smile, and he would give you a half-assed smile in return, the worry not leaving his brow.

You hoped he would just blame it on the recent visit to Hydra, that you were just on edge from such a close encounter. 

Which was one again true, there was just a lot more to it than that. 

As soon as you had returned the horses to their home in the clearing, Bucky practically glued himself to your side, whether it was an arm around your shoulder or his hand in yours. Anything he could do to try to comfort whatever was plaguing you.

You savored every moment of it, every second you had, every kiss shared, as a timer continued winding down in your mind.

Though, sometimes you preferred the moments where Bucky wasn’t at your side, when he and Steve were walking together, laughing and sharing stories about all the shit they used to get up to. You’d fall back in step, heart swelling whenever Bucky barked out a laugh, grinning from ear to ear as he looked over at his best friend.

Steve will get him through this, you thought. Steve is smart. He’ll be able to force Bucky to let me go and move on. You prayed that would be true. That Bucky would someday be able to let this go. You wished that he would just forget about you. That his feelings for you weren’t as strong as you had thought they had been and he could live a happy life without you in it.

It broke your heart to think that what you two shared could be so easily erased, but if it meant Bucky would be safe, then you could live with it. You could carry the love for the both of you for the rest of your life. However long it may be.

“Damn, Bruce really outdid himself with this one,” Steve murmured as the tree door opened up, revealing the hidden ladder for you all to climb.

“You know how it is, Stevie. Desperate times and all.” Bucky extended his arm out to escort you inside, his fingers grazing along the exposed skin at your waist as you climbed, causing you to almost lose your grip on the wooden rung. In a more somber voice he added, “I think it was something he wanted to completely dive into after…everything. A project he and Parker could devote all their energy to while also making sure what went down would never happen again.”

You were glad your face was now out of their view as you closed your eyes, fresh tears welling at the fact that if you didn’t leave tonight, it would happen again.

By the time you raced across the wooden bridge and climbed down the other tree, you had managed to compose yourself, tears blinked away and a smile forced on your face.

“Did you have a nice trip?” a voice asked from behind you and you grimaced at the familiarity of it.

Turning around, you were met with the stern gazes of Sam, Yelena, and Clint, each of them with their arms crossed in front. Yelena’s right brow was raised in a you are so deeply fucked expression.

You cleared your throat. “I can explain.”

“She doesn’t need to explain anything,” Bucky argued, walking out of the tree and putting himself a few inches in front of you in protection from Sam’s wrath. “I’m the one who pushed her to go.”

“And I personally,” Steve started as he came into view, “am very glad they did.”

Everyone’s faces lit up, eyes widening, shock shifting into smiles as they ran over to embrace their long lost family member.

All attention went to Steve after that, and you were more than grateful for it. Grateful for all of the tearful, distracting reunions that continued as he walked into the new camp.

“Not a bad upgrade from the old place,” he murmured as he took in his surroundings.

“And way less haunted,” Cass added, pulling Steve’s hand along to follow him for an official tour, AJ pushing his butt to get him to go faster.

Sam chuckled as his nephews took control, then looked over at you and Bucky. 

“You went against orders,” he said point blank.

You looked to the ground as Bucky responded. “We’d do it again if we had to.”

Sam’s jaw clenched, but he nodded in agreement. “Hopefully you won’t have to.”

The two men shared a long glance before Sam extended a hand out, which Bucky took, pulling Shield’s leader into a hug, patting each other on the back with their other hand. When they pulled away, Sam moved to wrap his arms around you, nearly crushing your spine.

You squeezed back just as tightly.

“Thank you,” he said softly. “Again,” he added with a deep chuckle.

You nodded into his chest.

“Alright, alright,” Bucky mumbled, pulling you to his side and wrapping his arm around your waist. “No more trying to crush my girl, Sam. We’ve had a long journey and even though she keeps fighting me on it, I gotta get her to her room for some much-needed rest.”

It was a tempting offer, to isolate yourself in your dorm where you could finally drop the act and let your grief consume you.

It also meant less time with your family, time that was now unbearably limited.

You shook your head. “No way, Beefcake. If my calculations are correct, Dum Dum has a nice vat of slop ready for eating. Let’s get some grub and hang with the gang for a little bit. Then we can rest.”

His eyes met yours, gaze inquisitive. The same look he had been giving you since yesterday. “You sure?”

You gave him a small, unconvincing smile. “Very.”

Yelena and Kate were already sitting at your usual spot, inhaling their own dinners. Steve was in a corner with the kids and Sarah, chuckling at whatever crazy story AJ and Morgan were telling him.

“Go sit, I’ll grab our plates,” Bucky murmured into your ear, kissing your temple before heading to Dum Dum’s station.

“You look like shit, babe,” Yelena exclaimed with a mouth full of food as you sat beside Kate.

Kate gaped at her girlfriend in horror before wrapping an arm around you for a side hug. “You look fine. Like someone who went through hell and back and managed to survive.”

Your brows furrowed and you laughed. “I can’t tell how that’s less of a dig than Lena’s comment.”

Kate blushed, biting her bottom lip. “Well, you have looked better…”

“Less hollow and shit.” Yelena’s face turned serious. “For real though, you okay? There’s something….off about you.”

You swallowed, twisting your fingers underneath the table. “What, after breaking into my old prison? Running into the guy who continuously ripped my body open and the mad scientist who changed my whole genetic makeup? Traveling nonstop for two weeks with little to no rest?” Planning on running away tonight so I can return to captivity to keep you all safe? You dug your thumbnail into your palm, focusing on the sting. “Yep, totally fine.”

They both stared at you, eyes piercing yours as if trying to reach into your soul and unpack everything behind your apathetic demeanor. Their gazes made your skin itch, your head pound, your stomach twist.

After tonight, you were never going to see these two again. Your best friends. Your sisters. 

And you weren’t going to even be able to say goodbye.

Breathing became noticeably difficult, your chest rising and falling, eyes growing wide.

Kate put a hand on your shoulder. “Y/n, are you-”

Bucky appeared on your other side, the sound of two plates clattering onto the table making you jump. You quickly saved face and gave him a small smile, forcing yourself to get your shit together and failing.

You stared at your plate, and Bucky stared at you, most likely watching your face turn green in real time.

“I thought you were starving?” he asked, moving a hand to rub your back.

Actually, it feels like there is a pool of acid in my stomach, you thought. What you actually said was, “I don’t know, maybe I’m more tired than I thought.” You pushed the chair back, preparing to leave.

Bucky’s arm moved from your back to your arm. “Woah, woah, woah,” he said, clearly concerned now. “Just wait a second, I’ll come with you.”

You shook your head. “I’m okay. Besides, we don’t want this food going to waste, right Buck?”

He stared at you, waiting for even the tiniest bit more information to what was going on. Finally, he sighed. “Just…please take a few bites at least. We haven’t eaten since this morning.”

With a nod, you grabbed your spoon and shoved down three massive bites, focusing on the mechanics rather than texture and taste so you could keep it down. Your eyes scanned across the table briefly, meeting three pairs of concerned eyes. “You good to finish the rest, Beefcake?”

Bucky opened his mouth, paused, then closed it, lips pressed into a thin line as he bobbed his head up and down.

“If he can’t, I will,” Yelena offered.

He slid the plate across to her and she got to work, and you internally thanked her for either growing tired of the situation and wanting to move on or giving you a scapegoat from the overbearing amount of attention.

“I’ll catch up with you later, ‘kay?” You stood up, giving a quick peck to Bucky’s cheek before turning and practically sprinting out of the cafeteria, not even waiting for a response from him.

There was no way you were going to be able to sleep at all, but you had to be sure to get to your room before Bucky did inevitably check on you.

But first, you needed to prepare.

“I have a surprise for you.”

You looked up to find Bucky standing in the doorway of your room, hands in his pockets as he shifted back and forth on his feet. He seemed…nervous. 

“A surprise? For me?” You cocked your head to the side and smiled, forcing as much energy into your attitude even though all you wanted to do was have him crawl into your bed and hold you forever. Or at least for the couple of hours you had left.

He nodded, taking slow steps until he was in front of you.

“It’s nothing crazy, and I know you’re feeling off, but I’ve kind of been planning this for a while and then shit went down and we left and I don’t know if it will help you feel better but-” Bucky paused, realizing that he was rambling. He took a deep breath, then held out a hand towards you.

“Y/n, would you like to go on a date with me?”

Your heart swelled against your will and a swarm of butterflies invaded your stomach. “A…a date?”

“Yeah, I mean, unless you think it’s lame.” He scowled. “You know what? Forget about it-”

You grabbed his hand and stood up a smile creeping up your face. 

“I would love to go on a date with you, Beefcake.”

The smile that bloomed on his face caused you to momentarily forget that you were never going to see him again.

He leaned down for a slow, tender kiss, that perfect smile still on his lips.

The two of you walked in silence as he guided you to the left building, walking down the hallway past the lab and library until you reached a door you hadn’t noticed before.

“Close your eyes,” Bucky whispered.

With a skeptical look - smile not leaving your face - you complied.

You heard the door open, then felt Bucky move behind you, hands gently wrapping around your shoulders to lead you inside.

“Are they still closed?”

“They are,” you giggled. They were.

A few steps into the mystery room, you felt a kiss on your right ear, Bucky’s lips grazing against it as he spoke again.

“Okay. Open them.”

You did, and you gasped.

Hundreds of amber twinkle lights hung across what appeared to be some sort of classroom, desks and chairs pushed along one of the walls to clear the space, a large white board on the other wall directly in front of you. 

In the middle of the room was an old, brown leather couch, a wool blanket laid out on the back of it.

In front of the couch was a coffee table, a bottle of wine placed in the middle with two glasses and two small, red apples.

Behind the couch was a table, where a protector rested on a stack of old textbooks as if to put it at the right height for whatever this was.

“What….what is this?” you asked, turning to face a very excited-looking Bucky.

He grinned. “It’s our date. I’m taking you to a movie.”

Tears pricked your eyes and you blinked up at him.

“You did all this?”

“Mostly. I may have asked Laura and Kate to help with decor. Banner helped with tech. All have sworn to secrecy not to let anyone know what a softy I really am when it comes to you.”

You turned back around, taking in the room again, imagining Bucky putting this all together, cleaning the room, hanging up lights, asking for help.

He walked in front of you, eyes processing your reaction. “Do you like it?” he asked, sounding so boyish and hopeful, as if his life depended on your answer.

What a stupid question.

You smiled. “That depends on what the movie is.”

Bucky exhaled the breath he had been holding with a surprised laugh, his whole demeanor relaxing.

“I think you know what movie it is, Sweetheart.”

Your mouth fell open. “No. Way.”

He held up the DVD case, showing the angsty expressions of Robert Pattinson and Kristen Stewart.

You squealed, jumping up and wrapping your arms around his neck. He let out a small oof at the impact, still laughing as he circled his arms around your waist, holding you up against him.

“Best date ever.”

Bucky let out a small sigh of relief. “I’m glad you like it,” he murmured.

“I love it.”

I love you.

You were so close to saying it. So close, you had to take a sharp inhale of breath to prevent yourself from actually speaking the words, your throat burning from their forced absence. 

It hurt how badly you wanted to say it in this moment. To tell Bucky that you loved him with your whole heart and soul, that it felt like every fiber of your being had been undone and stitched back together by your love for him.

But you couldn’t say that.

If you did, and he said it back, leaving might actually kill you.

If you said it, and he felt even a fraction for you what you felt for him, it would be his downfall. He wouldn’t be able to let you go, wouldn’t stop searching for you, wouldn’t stop fighting until he finally died trying.

If you didn’t tell him you loved him, he would have a chance.

You owed him that, owed yourself that. For Bucky to be able to live a long, happy life, even if it was without you.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Bucky wiped a tear away with his thumb. When had you officially started crying?

You blinked a few times, trying to smile with trembling lips. “Nothing, I’m fine.”

He stared at you, clearly not buying that bullshit answer. After a few seconds his head fell. 

“I fucked up,” he whispered.

“What? Oh my god Bucky no, I truly love this. It’s amazing and I can’t believe you went out of your way-”

“No,” he looked back up, shaking his head, “I fucked up by allowing you to come with me to Hydra’s camp. I should have known it was going to be hard for you. I just didn’t realize how bad it would be. It was fucking selfish. I’m so sorry, Sweetheart.”

“Bucky-” his name caught in your throat. “Stop, I’m okay I promise-”

“You’re not okay! You haven’t been for days! At first when we escaped everything seemed fine, but then it shifted. It’s like you won’t allow yourself to fully be here, like you’re still trapped in that prison.”

If he hadn’t been holding you, you were almost certain you would have been on the floor.

You clung to him. “I’m not though, am I? I’m here, with you, and we’re safe.” You forced out a relieved laugh. “I’m sorry I’m off. Maybe it’s all affected me more than I realized. I’ll be okay though, Buck. I promise.”

His jaw clenched. “But you don’t have to be okay if you aren’t, baby. That’s what I’m trying to say. You have this wall up, and sometimes it feels like it’s to keep me at bay. If you don’t want me here-” he closed his eyes.

Oh Bucky.

You caged his face between your hands, pulling him closer until your lips met for a soft, slow kiss.

When you pulled away, his eyes slowly blinked open, blue irises blazing.

“I will always want you here,” you said with as much surety as you could. “Always. You are the most important person to me….aside from AJ and Cass.” He breathed out a laugh, and you caught tears forming in his eyes. “I’ve had to learn to do things on my own for so long, and I think my coping mechanisms just have to adjust. I never thought I’d have such a supportive, caring Beefcake to lean on during the hard times, you know? Just give me time.” You swallowed. “Everything will work itself out. All I need is a few hundred more hugs and kisses from you and I’ll be right as rain.”

His smile returned and he nodded, leaning forward for another kiss.

If only you could stay around for a million more.

“Are you sure you’re up for this, though? We can always wait until you’re feeling more yourself.”

No, Bucky, we can’t.

“Absolutely not. I have been dying to see my beloved Edward on screen once more. You cannot rob me of this, Buck.” 

He rolled his eyes, picking you up bridal style as he walked you to the couch, dropping you on the soft surface as you giggled.

He lifted the bottle of wine, twisting it open.

You reached for the blanket behind you. “Hey Beefcake?” He looked up just as he was about to start pouring into one of the glasses. “Would you mind actually getting another blanket? I’m feeling a little chilly.”

He nodded, resting the bottle back on the table. “I’ll be right back.” He kissed your forehead quickly before leaving the room.

You sat up as soon as he was gone, reaching inside your back pocket for the small plastic bag.

You grabbed Bucky’s glass and poured the powder from 6 crushed melatonin tablets inside, then filled it nearly to the brim with wine, swirling it around to get rid as much of the residue as you could.

A few minutes later he returned, blanket in hand. He draped it over your body, then turned the projector on.

Once he was settled by your side on the couch, you handed him his glass.

“To what has to be the most romantic night of my life,” you said, holding your glass up.

Bucky smiled, leaning forward to kiss your jaw.

“To this being just the beginning of as many romantic nights as I can give to the girl of my dreams,” he said, clinking his glass to yours.

You smiled as your heart shattered to pieces, knowing that this was actually the end.

He was out within 30 minutes, completely limp by your side.

Your fingertips grazed along his face, from his forehead down to the stubble along his jaw. When he started dozing off, you expected the tears to fall full force now that no one was able to see you fall apart. 

There were no tears now, only hollowness as you leaned forward and pressed your lips to Bucky’s forehead, closing your eyes to fully allow yourself to remember this feeling. His warmth, his smell, each perfect wrinkle on his skin.

You let the movie play on as you stood up, walking toward the door, allowing yourself one last glance at his sleeping form before stepping into the hallway.

Creeping past a still awake Parker in the lab, you headed upstairs to the small room, opening the window that was close enough to the wall to jump.

You reached into your other back pocket, pulling out the note and resting it on the nearby table. If Bucky woke, he might search a few other places first before coming to look here, which would hopefully buy you a bit more time.

From behind the table, you pulled out your two blades, the blaster, and Bucky’s grappling hook that you had left behind earlier.

A few moments later, you were standing on the other side of the wall, pulling at the rope until the hook fell into your hands.

A few moments after that, you were ducking underneath the invisible perimeter that would alarm Clint at the watchtower.

Your limbs grew heavy as you walked across the Bog, the weight of leaving this life behind totally consuming you.

It became even worse when you were on the other side, staring up at the bridge. The only way anyone could cross the deadly, acidic water.

One final step before you left for good.

You still had people to protect, people you loved that were alive. That knowledge - that no matter what happened, as long as they were alive there were still people in this world that cared about you - was enough to give you the strength to do what was needed.

To keep them alive, to keep Bucky alive, you would continue forward.

You raised the blaster, pointing it to the bridge, your chest rising as you took one long inhale.

On the exhale, you pulled the trigger, and the bridge crumbled to pieces, falling into the bubbling liquid below.

Bucky woke to the feeling of drool running down his chin and a crick in his neck.

He also felt like something horrible had happened, a strange, buzzing alarm going off in his mind.

It took him a second to realize where he was, the main menu screen for Twilight playing in front of him.

When he looked to his side, all he saw was an empty space.

Turning his attention to the window, he could tell that the sky was now a dark purple, the sun beginning to rise. It had to be around five in the morning.

Relax, Barnes, he thought to himself. She probably decided to do watch herself while you slept like the annoyingly kind and considerate person she is.

How had he slept so long without noticing her leave, though?

He stood up, heading out the building and toward the tower. 

When he climbed up the ladder, he found Yelena sitting in the corner, picking at her nails.

She looked up and gave him a sly grin. “Well, well, well, did you two have a good night?” she cooed.

“Where’s Y/n?” he asked, panic starting to rise.

Her brows furrowed. “I thought you two were having some one-on-one time. Y/n/n asked me to cover your shift.”

He nearly let go of the ladder. “Something’s wrong.”

Yelena stood up, concern now painted across her face. “What do you mean?”

Bucky didn’t waste time answering, practically jumping down to the ground and sprinting to the dorms.

He saw Sam approach. “Man, you okay?” he asked.

“Where’s Y/n?” Bucky demanded, not stopping.

“What do you mean?” Sam called out, but Bucky couldn’t hear him anymore. The only sound he could process was the blood pounding in his ears.

He stormed up to your room.

No sign of you, but he noticed your pack resting in its usual spot in the corner.

He went to his room next.

Still nothing.

“Fuck,” he cried out softly, running back outside. Sam, Yelena, and Steve were standing together.

“Buck, what’s wrong?” Steve asked. When Bucky tried to run past him, Steve grabbed him by the arms. “Hey, HEY, look at me!” Bucky was gasping for air, and he was pretty sure he was on the verge of a panic attack. His mind was racing. He couldn’t focus on anything, only on the fact that he couldn’t find you. “Breathe, Bucky. Breathe,” Steve commanded.

Bucky took a deep breath. His exhale came out a bit strangled.

“I can’t find her,” he said, voice cracking.

Steve nodded, showing no trace of concern, only determination. “When and where did you last see her?”

“In the science building. We watched a movie. I fell asleep…it got a bit hazy.” His face scrunched as he tried to piece the night together. “Last thing I remember is getting an…an extra blanket and we had wine and-”

Bucky’s eyes widened.

“No,” he breathed, pulling out of Steve’s hold and running back to the classroom.

The two glasses were still on the table. He picked up his, inspecting the bottom of the glass.

There was still a tiny bit of leftover wine.

And some white, powdery residue.

“No,” he said, louder this time, throwing the glass at Edward’s face on the whiteboard. 

“Bucky? You okay?” Peter asked, emerging from the science lab. He scratched the back of his neck. “You don’t look so good.”

“Something happened. Y/n’s missing. She drugged me, I think.”

“What? Why?”

“I have no fucking idea, Parker. That’s what I’m trying to figure out!” he shouted, hands dragging over his face. 

“Woah, man, I’m sorry! Just trying to help.” Peter cracked his knuckles. “Okay…um, well, do you know where she might have gone? Is she still on the grounds? Do you think she ran away?”

“Where would she run away to? She doesn’t have another camp, no place to go other than-”

He felt his heart actually stop for a few beats, ice burning through his veins as it finally dawned on him.

“Oh my god,” he cried, bolting past Peter and out the room.

Upstairs.

To the small room with a window close to the wall.

Where a small folded up piece of paper rested on a table.

His hand hovered over it for a moment, eyes closing as tears began streaming down his face.

He didn’t need to read the note to know what it meant. Did need to know what it said to understand what you had done.

“No…” he cried softly. Finally lifting up the paper and opening it.

I’m sorry.

Thank you for giving me something to fight for.

I have to keep you all safe.

Don’t look for me. Please.

Bucky fell to his knees.

ONE WEEK LATER

Brock dismounted the horse first, dragging you to the ground along with him by your bound hands.

Your feet stumbled a bit, equilibrium completely out of place from the lack of sleep, lack of food, the constant movement on a horse pressed against this vile man’s chest.

“Look sweetie, we finally made it!” Brock said smugly, arms extending out to the Hydra prison.

You glared at him. “I thought you said we were moving.”

“Most of the facility has, but someone wanted to greet you before taking you to our new home.”

A chill went down your spine, senses on edge as you waited in dread for him to arrive.

One of the doors to the prison creaked open, and there he was.

Your eyes immediately went to the ground, fear completely taking over as you reverted back to your submissive prisoner state, feeling as if you had never even left.

“Now, now,” the familiar German accent cooed as black boots came into your vision. “That’s no way to treat your old master, is it? Not even a smile for me?”

His fingers moved under your skin, the feel of his touch causing you to almost vomit. He pulled your face up until you were looking up at him.

It had been over a year since he looked like this. Since one of Zola’s experiments went wrong and turned him into this thing. This monster.

And yet it still put as much fear into you as it did the first time you saw him. Skin completely hairless, an unnatural, blistery shade of red. 

Johann Schmidt. The director of Hydra.

Your eyes filled with tears, body trembling.

He smiled.

“Welcome back, pet.” 

Chapter 14

[neowinestainedress]

la dolce vita

title: la dolce vita | part of the “All’s well that ends well series*” you DON’T have to read it all, if you want more context for this part (mostly for the dynamics switch) it’s enough to read ‘under summer sky*’, either way, just know that they are ALL in a polyamorous relationship

pairing: jeong jaehyun x oc x suh johnny x lee taeyong x nakamoto yuta

genre: smut, fluff (if you squint), established relationship, polyamorous relationship, slice of life, non-idol au

summary: Jaehyun had a plan; a romantic night together during their romantic summer trip to Procida… but the night took a wild, unexpected, turn. Or where Jade’s dream finally comes true. 

warnings: smut, unprotected sex, sex with multiple partners, fivesome, (mostly) femdom, power play, handjob, rim job (m), spitting, sensory deprivation (blindfold, tied up), minor cockwarming, anal fingering, degradation (kinda heavy), praise kink, minor use of mommy, use of (fucktoy, doll, petnames | m), dumbification, dollification, orgasm denial/control, edging, triple penetration (f receiving), pegging, mentions of free use, minor chocking, overstimulation, dom!oc, dom!johnny, dom!yuta, switch!taeyong, dom to sub!jaehyun, aftercare, dubcon (it’s just Jaehyun being his usual proud self with a sparkle of new-found brattiness but I’ll tag it for safety reasons bc at the start he acts like he doesn’t want that even though it’s more fighting for dominance than not wanting it. they have a safeword and the thought of using it never crosses his mind and there are a lot of check-ins. things get heated toward the end and it’s a little more intense than my usual stuff, so if you think it may trigger you, don’t read it)

words: 16.295k

a/n: peach boy gets ruined by all of them, I imagined something softer but it completely went downhill and… you’ll see. It’s very Jaehyun-centered because I wrote this to fill my need for sub-Jaehyun so please don’t come at me and say that the others don’t have enough spotlight. I wanted this to be part of this series because I feel that the way he lets go completely can only fit in their relationship. I plan on writing more about them (check here* and fill the form if you have anything you want me to write). Anyway, I hope you'll like it, please, let me know what you think with comments, reblogs or asks, for more support consider donating here*.

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6 months before.

“Are you saying that he won’t find me hot?” Jade huffed, lolling her head back to rest on Johnny’s shoulder while her feet, at the end of the bathtub, played with the water, making it spill. 

Johnny sighed, hand caressing her scalp slowly, and then said, “I’m just saying that you know he won’t let you do it.” 

A pout formed on her face, eyebrows knitted, and lips sealed together. “But why not? He never had problems doing it with you while you were away, right? Why would it be different with me?” 

A light chuckle rolled out of his lips. “Trust me, we did it just once and we bickered for almost an hour to decide who was going to top. It’s just not his cup of tea, anymore,” Johnny explained, moving around to still be comfortable in the tub. Mentally damning Taeyong that was locked in their big bathroom since an hour ago and now they were stuck in this where he barely fit. “Honestly, I don’t think it ever was. We all know he never bottomed in his life.” 

“But there’s always a first time,” she complained, turning around to face her boyfriend. “And technically it’s not even the first.” 

Johnny inhaled deeply at the amount of water that splashed on the floor and then stared at her pleading eyes. “You don’t have to convince me with those eyes, but him.” 

She batted her lashes again. “Are you sure you don’t want to try?” 

He threw his head back and shook it. “Being pegged it’s not the problem, you know damn well I won’t last a second as a sub. And we both know that you want to dominate him, not only top him.” 

Jade rolled her eyes and crossed her arms on her chest, trying to keep her body up only with her thighs. “Fine, you’re right.” 

“So?” 

“So, what? You’re telling me there’s nothing I can do to convince him, what can I do?” 

“You’re the one who knows him better,” Johnny retorted, rubbing circles on her waist. 

“You were his best friend since he was born, he must have told you something, confessed if he was into it or not. I just want to know if it’s a red flag or an orange one.” 

Johnny furrowed. “An orange flag?” 

“If he’s at least willing to try, you know?” 

“Like a safe word?” 

“Yes, but no. Yuta and I use it when he wants to try something new. If I’m uncomfortable with the idea it’s red, if I never thought to be into it, but I’d like to try it, it’s orange.” 

Johnny cocked his head to the side. “You two are weirder than I thought but it makes sense somehow. So, why don’t you ask him?” 

Her eyes went wide as she frenetically shook her head. “No, no way. I want to surprise him, but I need to at least know that he won’t turn me down. It’s just going to be embarrassing if something like that happens.” 

“Wait,” Johnny said, eyebrow furrowed while he was finally connecting the dot, “for his birthday and valentine’s day?” He exclaimed. “Oh, Lord no. Forget it, baby, just forget about it.” 

She whined, throwing her head back and shaking him from the shoulders. “But why?” 

“What do you mean why? Our birthdays are our days, it’s part of the gifts, deciding what to do, being in command and everything. And you want him, Jaehyun, to be a sub on his day. It seems like you don’t know him.” 

“But it would be just for the night,” she retorted, leaning against his forehead. “Please.” 

“I’m not him.” 

She smirked, pulled back again, and tilted her head to the side. “But you could plant the idea in his head,” she sang with a sly smile. 

“But why me? Why would he listen to me out of all of us? Maybe Taeyong could convince him.” 

“No, you’re the only one who can keep up with him. And also, he’s never afraid to try new things with you, so…” she pouted, with pleading eyes batting at him. 

Johnny pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed loudly. “I hate you.” 

She laughed before kissing him passionately. “And I love you, and even more if this goes where I want it to go.” 

“You know it’s hard, right? Almost impossible? And that I’m doing it just because I love you.” 

She furrowed. “I thought I just heard you say you hated me a few seconds ago.” 

“I hate how easy it is for you to convince me.” He glared at her playfully before pulling her in for another kiss. “But,” he started when they pulled back, “if he says no, don’t be too let down, okay?” 

“I won’t,” she promised. “But I don’t want you to tell him what I want to do.” 

“I know,” he replied, brushing a strand of hair out of her face, the bright ginger of the freshly done dye looked incredibly good on her. “Also, remember that if it’s a strict no, I think it will be just for the sub thing, not the pegging.” 

“Are you sure?” 

“I don’t know, but anyway, let’s see what I can do.” 

“God,” Johnny groaned, scrolling through the Netflix catalogue, trying to find something to watch. He and Jaehyun were at home that afternoon. Jade and Yuta were at work, and Taeyong was sleeping in his room, tired after a night fixing things for his brand launch and then school in the morning. “There’s nothing to watch.” 

On the other side of the couch, Jaehyun laughed, mindlessly scrolling through a social media Johnny couldn’t tell apart. “You’re just picky, Suh.” 

“No, I’m not,” the older retorted, lifting his legs on the chaise part of the L-shaped sofa. “We’ve seen everything.” 

Jaehyun rolled his eyes and crawled closer to him, cuddling up in his arms. “It’s impossible with all the things that are here. You’re picky, and not curious. Try new things.” 

Johnny chuckled. “I should try new things? And what about you? When was the last time you did that?” Now, that wasn’t how Johnny wanted to bring the topic up, and it was probably also going to be complicated to make this conversation sexual, but he was glad Jaehyun helped him with that. 

Jaehyun shrugged. “This is not about me, it’s about you.” 

“You can’t lecture me if you’re not on the right track.” 

The younger huffed, throwing his head back. “Fine, I don’t know. Maybe when we ate snails in France?” 

Johnny made a disgusted expression at the memory and then nodded. “Okay, and then? It was almost two years ago.” 

Jaehyun’s eyes widened. “Two years already?” 

“Yes, love. Time flies when you stay in your comfort zone.” 

“I’ll pretend I didn’t hear,” Jaehyun glared at him. “When you dragged me to the indoor rock climbing site last summer. Never done that before.” 

“And in our relationship?” Johnny tried his luck, raising a brow at him, but that only made him frown. 

“What do you mean? Am I not giving you enough? Wait, are you tired of me?” 

Johnny shook his head swiftly. “God, no, why are you so paranoid? That’s not what I meant,” he reassured him, intertwining their hands to calm him down. “I was hinting at something else.” 

Jaehyun was still confused, not getting how, out of all relationships, theirs could get any more adventurous and out of the schemes. 

“When was the last time you tried something new in bed, Jay?” 

“Are you calling me boring? I thought we had fun. God, is this a talk to send me to a couple-sex therapist?” 

Johnny rolled his eyes. “No, Jae. I was teasing and asking you to unleash for a second and go beyond. There must be something we’ve never tried before that you want to do,” he said, looking at him. “A secret fantasy, something you were just too afraid to say, or too ashamed to admit.” 

Jaehyun’s face heated up as different thoughts crossed his mind. 

Johnny chuckled, caressing Jaehyun’s red cheek. “So, pretty boy?” 

“Don’t call me that,” he barked back, glaring at him. 

“But you are, though.” 

“I’m not Taeyong, I don’t like being called that,” he said, crossing his arms on his chest. Johnny shrugged, feeling he was lying since he somehow reddened more than before.

“You didn’t answer,” Johnny reminded him, hands trailing on his thigh. “Just one thing you always wanted to do.” 

Jaehyun gulped and then stared at him. “Yes, there’s one thing I want to try.” 

Johnny couldn’t plant that idea in his mind, and the thing he wanted to try wasn’t that.

But Jade kept tiptoeing around it for months with jokes and trying to act dominant in front of him but instead of affecting Jaehyun it only lead to Taeyong crawling to her and begging to get fucked instead. And of course, it wasn’t a problem, but she still couldn’t get the idea out of her mind. And she knew that trying to start something —especially like this— without talking first was a dumb move but the worst thing he could do was laugh at her face and say no, right?

So when the holidays finally approached, she decided that that was the right moment to try. She didn’t have a plan, but she felt that luck was on her side and somehow it was going to happen.

“Have you seen the view from here?” Taeyong exclaimed when they walked into the hotel room in Procida. They were close to the sea but could see the houses’ bright colours and the little streets leading to the port. “This is so pretty,” he said in awe, turning around as Jade walked to his side on the terrace.

“How do you always choose the best places?”

Jaehyun smiled, hugging her from behind. “I have my secrets,” he winked.

“Yeah, it’s not like we spent nights up going crazy to look for what we wanted,” Yuta chimed in, wrapping his arm around Taeyong.

“As always I have to carry everything and y’all are having cuddles time,” Johnny complained when he entered the room with some bags and saw them.

“Come here, babe, we were just enjoying the view,” Jade said, turning around and opening her arms to welcome him in.

“Mhh, that’s better,” he hummed against her hair.

The following days passed normally, walking around town, visiting the suburb of Marina di Coricella that was close to their hotel, or Terra Murata, drinking too much espresso and lemonade, spending entire days at the beach, playing table football with teenagers that were way too good at it, dancing until late to local music playing in the bars and enjoying the beautiful sunsets from the Belvedere dei due Cannoni.

“I’m going to go back home with so much more weight on,” Jade joked, patting her stomach after she finished the plate of spaghetti with clams after they also decided to eat pizza (it was going to be hard to go back to eat the pizza hut one).

“You’d look amazing either way,” Yuta said, smiling at her, moving a strand of her light brown hair behind her ears, the ginger dye had faded and Taeyong had helped her go back to a normal brown before they left for the holidays.

“Yeah, and it’s also absolutely worth it,” Johnny added, pointing at the empty plates on the table. He had never eaten so much fish in his whole life. 

“I just can’t stop eating, everything’s so good,” she said. “I even accepted uncooked shrimps, God, Italians will make me do anything.” The day before they went to the market, just to take a look around and a fisherman stopped her and made her try them, telling her he had spent the whole night out and they were fresh. 

“Enjoyed dancing with that man, yesterday?” Johnny joked, raising a brow.

She laughed. “Shut up, he was so nice, though,” she said, smiling softly. The night before they went to a different restaurant that also had a live band and a small dancefloor, nothing wild like a disco, just acoustic music and vibes, and a man that could’ve been her grandad asked her if they could dance together to one song, and then they ended up dancing to five.

“He told me I reminded him of his granddaughter, at least that’s what I could understand,” she chuckled at the memory of him showing her his granddaughter pictures and how much he missed her since she went study abroad. Now, Italian people over 40 weren’t the best at English but somehow they always had a way to make people understand what they wanted to say. And also, of course, knowing they were going on a holiday there, she had to try to dust off the few things she knew about the language and learn more with Duolingo threatening her life if she didn’t take lessons for once.

“That’s cute, I thought he was going to take you home,” Taeyong joked.

She rolled her eyes. “I can dance with you every time you want, let an old man have fun for once.”

“For once that they’re not creepy as fuck,” Yuta said, shrugging.

“Y’all are so jealous, God,” she rolled her eyes, huffing loudly.

“You were beautiful, though,” Jaehyun said, a smile curling his lips. “Sundresses look good on you.”

“And even better on the floor,” Taeyong added, winking at her.

“Yong, what the hell! Why are you so horny these days?”

“Because you always look better in summer, I have a kink for summer you.”

They all laughed at that and then Jade said, “I can’t stand you.”

“Well, should we pay and then head back?” Johnny proposed. “So Taeyong can make his dream come true.”

“Who decided that? I think we did it more than enough,” Jade joked but stood up anyway.

“As if you can say no to me,” Taeyong teased, tickling her, making her laugh.

“Fine, fine,” she gave up, “but we’re passing to the gelateria before.”

“Yes, babe,” Yuta said, intertwining their arms, waiting for Johnny outside while he went to the cashier to pay.

After the gelato, they got back to their hotel room to a surprise.

“Wow, what’s this?” Jade asked as she looked around in awe.

“A little thing I set up,” Jaehyun said with a smirk on his face. “I think we needed something extremely romantic.”

“Wow,” they gasped in unison. The bed had satin sheets, and there was a path of rose petals that led to it, while some candles lit up the room and filled it with a fresh aroma. And it wasn’t a human-planned thing but the sunset was setting and coloured the room with a beautiful shade of pink while the wind blew the white curtains shielding them from the outer world and the waves crashed against the shore. 

“Didn’t expect something so romantic,” Yuta mumbled as he looked around. 

“Wanted to celebrate being together.” 

“We are always together,” Johnny whispered under his breath, only getting heard by Taeyong who giggled. 

“Mh, and what do you want to do pretty boy?” Jade teased, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. 

“What’s with this thing of calling me pretty boy? Stop it,” he replied. “By the way, just look better around,” he smirked, pulling away from the hug. 

She huffed but then did as told, even though she couldn’t see anything else. 

“Hey, babe,” Johnny called. “Look here.” 

She moved her head to stare in the direction where he was pointing and gasped when she saw the things on the bed. She turned back to him with her mouth open and confusion written on her face. “These things?” She asked, turning again to let her hand run on the blindfold and the handcuffs. “You didn’t make somebody set this up for us, right?”

“Part of the surprise,” Jaehyun explained reaching behind her. “And why do you think I pushed you out before me when we left for dinner?” 

She smirked and then turned around. “And what are they for?” 

“You.” 

She snickered and then faced him. “But it was your idea, why don’t we make it about you?” 

Jaehyun laughed straight at her face, but when no smile crept on her face, he coughed. 

“Oh, you are serious?” 

“Super serious.” 

He snickered, rolling his eyes. “Are you doing this again? ” He asked, smirking. “You won’t make me submit, so just forget about it, honey.”

“Are you sure about it?” She asked, clicking her tongue with no intention of backing up in her tone and posture.

Jaehyun chuckled, scratching the back of his neck. Maybe it would’ve been fun to try reversing parts. A part of him bubbled the few times he saw her taking control with Taeyong but he wasn’t sure he could carry through. That just wasn’t where he was used to being. 

“What? Afraid you can’t take it? Afraid you can’t take me?” 

“It won’t work,” he warned but she simply smirked and ran a hand up his chest until it reached his neck and grazed it slowly and gently, making him gulp and shiver. She was getting what she wanted that night, she knew Jaehyun was going to fall. He had to have a small weakness that could put him on his knees just for her. 

“Are you sure?” She taunted, cocking her head to the side with a sly smirk on her face. “Because I think it’s working already.” She raised a leg and let her knee brush against his hardening dick, making him blush. 

Jaehyun shook his head and took a step back. No, that wasn’t what he had planned that night. 

She chuckled and walked close to him again, not letting him breathe. “What’s wrong, baby boy? Already imaging all the things I could do to you?” 

Jaehyun snickered and then cupped her chin. “Wrong. Thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you.”

She rolled her eyes and then palmed his boner, squeezing just enough to make him groan between their rough kiss. “Or you could sit there and enjoy it. I think you deserve to be the centre of attention after you booked this amazing holiday for us.” Her fingers wrapped around his hair and pulled his head back under the curious eyes of the others who were watching the scene in anticipation. None of them truly believed she was going to make him submit, that just wasn’t Jaehyun–like, but it was still fun seeing how far she was going to try. 

Her lips crashed against his neck leaving open-mouthed kisses while her hold on his hair never loosened, making him moan lowly. 

“Good boy,” she praised, pulling away but still holding his head in place. He tried to fight it but when she let go and his eyes fell on her, he wasn’t so sure he wanted to fight it back. Maybe this was going to be fun. Maybe a secret part of him wanted to try it out. They could’ve always stopped, right? But his pride wasn’t going to make him admit it so soon. 

“Don’t call me that,” he retorted, coughing to try to hide how shaky his voice was. 

She snickered and grabbed his tie while walking backwards toward the bed. “What are you doing?” He asked when she pushed him down on the edge of the mattress and started taking off his shirt. She raised a brow. “It seems pretty obvious? Taking these off so you can have all eyes on you.” 

“I don’t like it, I don’t want to be the centre of attention,” he complained, trying to hide the red shade on his face. 

She scoffed. “Please, you’re a model. You live for attention, Jae. You love having all eyes on you. People running after you. People behind a screen craving to touch you. And you love it. You thrive on set. How can you not have a good time… here,” she whispered, voice low and sultry, while her hands travelled on his body soft like a feather and made him shiver. 

“Fuck,” he cursed, as low as possible, but everybody heard it. And the others were actually surprised at how frustrated he looked now. 

“You know I’m going to make you feel good, I always do,” she said, tugging her fingers in his boxer and pulling them down, freeing his already hard cock. “Look at how hard your pretty dick is already. Is it for me?” She cooed, lifting his chin up to make him stare at her. 

But Jaehyun didn’t answer, he simply stared at her and gulped. He moved his head to look at his other partners but she firmly blocked him and made him stare at her. 

“On me, babe. Eyes on me. I asked you a question. I have you in the palm of my hands.” 

Jaehyun scoffed, “no, you don’t —fuck,” he gasped when she pulled his hair again but more harshly than before. 

“Answer me,” she ordered, voice low against his ear. “Are you this hard just for me?” 

Jaehyun closed his eyes and mumbled, “yes — yes, just for you.” 

“Good,” she said letting go of his hair and then taking a step back, just to admire him. And Jaehyun felt his face heat up. The way they were all looking at him, the way she didn’t even start and he already felt weak, the fact that wasn’t the night he had in mind when he planned this. But then his eyes found the courage to look up at her and he knew there was no point trying to pretend he didn’t want this. She looked so hot in that sundress, thin enough to almost be seethrough, the light make-up highlighting her natural beauty, her curls framing her face, and the new aura surrounding her got him on his knees.

A smile curled her lips almost as if she could sense his trail of thoughts. She leaned closer to him, coming face to face with him and caressed his cheek. “Do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” 

And she was expecting him to give in, but instead, he snickered, “as if you could do that.” 

She pulled back a little, raising a brow and tilting her head. “Oh, really? Now I don’t know how to make you feel good?” 

He nodded. “Not like this, not like you want to. You’re too kind to do what I have in mind.” 

“Oh,” she breathed out, chuckling lightly, “then why don’t you tell me what you have in mind, baby boy?” 

“Stop calling me that,” he replied with a groan. 

“I saw your dick throb, though. I think your body loves to go in a different direction than your little brain,” she teased. “Anyway, what did you want to do?” 

“I wanted to tie you up against the bed, and then blindfold you and tease you all night and see you have all of us on you.” 

“Oh, that must be hard to do,” she mocked, squeezing his chin. “Think I can’t do that? Think I can’t fuck you hard all night?” 

“Fu-fuck me?” he chuckled. There was panic in his voice, and his eyes were looking around the room where the others were staring smirking. 

“I’m just following your plans,” she said, letting her other hand creep down and move up and down on his dick making him gasp. 

“Don’t do that,” he muttered through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut, breath already faltering, trying to squeeze his thighs. 

“Oh, or what? Are you going to come like this?” 

Jaehyun glared at her, and his hand moved to touch her between her legs but, letting go of his chin, she blocked him easily. Taeyong, Yuta and Johnny looked at each other with raised brows, he could’ve easily pushed her off, all he had to do was stand up and hoist her up, so why wasn’t he doing that? 

“Are you pushing me off?” 

“I’m taking care of you, now,” she said, pushing him down on the mattress, straddling him and kissing him again while her hand started moving faster, making his chest rise up and down heavily. And when breathy moans started to spill out of his mouth, she smirked, pulling away from him and standing up. “I’ll ask just once,” she said, looking down at him, “do you want me to take care of you? Do you want me to make you feel good?” 

Jaehyun simply nodded, trying to push up to kiss her lips. It was just to come and then she would’ve given up this whole thing and he could’ve done what he had planned all night long. Or at least, that was his second plan for the night. 

The other three looked at each other in shock. What had just happened? Was that just a trick to make her believe he was going to let her do what she wanted just to flip the roles when she lowered the guard or did she really manage to make Jaehyun submit to her? 

“Good boy,” she praised after she kissed him briefly and then encouraged him to move against the headboard of the bed. 

“Are you tying me?” He asked, gulping, watching carefully as she kicked away the shoes and then crawled on the bed next to him manoeuvring the handcuffs. 

“Isn’t that what you wanted? You prepared all of this, right?” 

“I… well, I didn’t imagine,” he mumbled, avoiding her gaze because the truth was that when she was like this she was so fucking hot and he stood no chance, she did have him in the palm of her hand and he wasn’t so sure he wanted to gain control again that night.  

“Getting shy?” Johnny asked, finally deciding to chime in. He wasn’t going to just look at the show from the sidelines but he was just waiting for the right moment to don’t scare him away. Jaehyun was hard to ease into things he never tried before and Johnny didn’t want to be the reason why Jade’s opportunity to do something like this slipped away. 

Jaehyun’s face burned red at the sudden realization that they were all there and they could’ve all done anything with him. It was exciting, a little bit scary, but exciting. 

“Maybe you should blindfold him,” Yuta proposed, grabbing the black piece of fabric that still sat on the edge of the bed and handing it to Jade. “It’s funny having no idea of what’s going on around you. Makes the anticipation grow.” 

Jaehyun gulped. Well, yes, that was the reason why he wanted sensory deprivation to be the main theme of the night but at the same time, he never pictured himself there. He wanted his partners to trust him enough to have their senses lowered. 

“What? Can’t take your own game?” Taeyong teased, sitting at the end of the bed. 

“I can, I can take it,” he replied. He wasn’t letting them make fun of him, not immediately at least. And especially he wasn’t taking the teasing from him. 

“Then lay on the bed,” Jade ordered, twirling the handcuffs around her fingers. 

He did as told and then raised his arms on top of his head, giving her the chance to tie him to the headboard. 

“You good?” She asked, making sure he wasn’t uncomfortable and when he nodded she turned around to grab the blindfold that Yuta was already handing her. 

“You know what the safeword is if you want us to stop,” she reminded him as she wrapped the fabric around his head, tight enough so it wouldn’t slip away. 

He hummed and then tried to relax, the only thing he could feel now was the breeze coming from the open window to the side and the bed lifting up as no more weight pressed on it.

“A-are you gone?” He asked, voice shaking and fingers curling around nothing. 

“Didn’t say you could talk, did I?” Jade said, shushing him and he nodded, sealing his lips, only faintly making out that probably they were discussing something, something he had no idea about. 

When they were done it felt like an eternity for him, hard rock cock laying on his abs, anticipation rising and a little bit of fear, not because he didn’t trust them, but because he wasn’t sure he could take anything they wanted, especially that she wanted. He knew what she liked doing with Taeyong and well, he wasn’t him. 

“You want to come, don’t you, baby?” She asked, sitting next to him, left hand running on his thigh, making him shiver. “You’re so hard, I bet it hurts,” she cooed, teasingly brushing her fingers against his cock, light like the summer breeze and torturous like hell. 

Jaehyun groaned a hum but she tsked shaking her head. “Answer me. I’m sure you can open your mouth, right? Or are you afraid too many moans will come out of there?” 

“I can,” he remarked immediately. 

She smirked, she knew this was all a matter of pride. He hated when he had things sorted out and then they didn’t go as planned, and he also hated when people saw him too vulnerable, especially when it came to sex, and this, God, this was the most vulnerable he could be. All spread out, naked, tied up, and blindfolded with four people around him ready to absolutely destroy him and he knew nothing about what was about to come. 

“Just make me come, please,” he begged but still fought to keep his voice in his usual dominant tone. 

Jade laughed under her breath but finally gave him what he was asking for. 

“Is this all you have?” He asked when her hand started pumping up and down. “Think that this can make you have power over me?” 

She smirked even if he couldn’t see and leaned down, lips brushing against his ear. “I have so much power over you now,” she grinned. “You are the one tied up, blindfolded and we could do anything we want with you, right?” She reminded him, and the others hummed, the mattress flexed as their bodies sat on it. “And I bet you wouldn’t even say no, would you?” She teased, pinching his nipple, making him let out an —unexpectedly— high-pitched moan. “See, you’re pathetic,” she mocked, slapping his dick, making him snap his eyes open even behind the blindfold. 

“What the fuck,” he gasped. 

“What? You always do that to me,” she said. 

“Okay, is this revenge? If you don’t like something you can —fuck— you can tell me —shit,” he breathed out, chest panting harder as she started pumping fast on him again. 

“I love when you do that, don’t you love it too?” She teased, doing it again, his hips bucking up and lips getting bitten by his teeth to muffle moans. 

“Is this all you got?” He pushed her buttons again, a sly smirk curling up his lips and Jade turned around to look at the other’s amused expressions. 

“Oh, so you’re a brat,” she whispered, smirking too. If this was how he wanted it, then she would’ve given it to him. “What a nice surprise.” 

“I said, is this all you – shit –” his voice died in his mouth when she spat on his cock and started pumping fast, incredibly fast, twisting at the base and then reaching up again. 

“Say it,” she ordered. “Finish what you were saying.” 

Jaehyun’s lips moved to speak but not a reasonable sound came out. 

“I don’t think he can finish it. She’s good, isn’t she?” Johnny teased, sitting right next to his face on the bed, only covered in his underwear, and let his hand travel down his body, teasing his nipples, making him squirm. And when Yuta and Taeyong’s hands reached his body too, he felt his head spin. He couldn’t see who was doing what, barely able to make out where they were standing from their voices and he felt so vulnerable; he wasn’t used to having all this attention on him. 

“You were saying, babe?” 

He gulped. “I — I was asking if this is all you got,” he mumbled, squeezing his eyes shut behind the blindfold, feeling his stomach twitch in anticipation, body burning up for all the hands on him. 

“See, I don’t like being talked back, I think we should use that pretty mouth of yours for something more useful,” she said, clicking her tongue. “Or simply shut it up.” 

“Don’t — don’t gag me,” he begged, his tone now being pretty neutral but it surely wasn’t the teasing, powerful tone he had when he was in command. 

“Open your mouth,” she ordered, ignoring his words, hand slowing down, eliciting a low whine of disappointment and when he did, she pushed two fingers inside. “There, so much better,” she cooed, picking up the pace on his hard dick again, and then slowing down and then picking up faster than before and stopping again, making him moan lowly around her fingers and lift his hips to get more friction. 

Jaehyun almost bit down on her when he could feel someone’s lips against his neck, probably Taeyong’s. Yes, surely his for how soft he was kissing him, nibbling ever so slightly. 

“Don’t bite,” she warned, slowing down again, spitting on his dick even if there was enough pre-cum to fill the room with loud enough wet sounds and let her hand move easily on him. 

He mumbled something around her fingers, chest panting even harder and hips twitching. “Want to come, baby?” 

He nodded, coughing loudly when she pulled her fingers out of his mouth and he could breathe again. “You’re insane,” he spat out, rolling his head back, trying to breathe normally but getting caught again in a mess of moans and groans when she picked up again. 

She snickered. “Am I?” she asked, rubbing his tip in circles, watching him tense up and throw his head back, smirking before pulling away completely. 

“No, fuck, no,” he groaned, head snapping up as if she could see his glossy eyes and his shocked expression. 

“What? Do you need something?” She asked innocently, still not touching him, the only hands grazing his body were his boyfriends’ ones but their touches weren’t enough to let him reach the high. 

“Fuck you, I need to come,” he snapped, voice broke and ears red. 

“Fuck me?” She asked, grabbing his dick again, “well, somebody might fuck me and that won’t be you tonight.” 

“What a shame,” Yuta teased, “you did all of this for her, and now…” 

“No, fuck, please, I, shit. Stop teasing me like that,” Jaehyun breathed out in a shaky tone, feeling like he was about to explode, and he also wanted to push away Taeyong and Johnny’s lips on his neck and shoulders, not because it didn’t feel good but because it felt too good and he wasn’t used to all these attentions, he might’ve loved it, but that didn’t mean he could take it. 

“Then beg for it, come on, show me how bad you need this, how bad you want this,” she ordered, picking up a fast pace again and Jaehyun could barely make out Yuta’s hands playing with his balls, making him jump at the contrast of his cold rings against his hot skin. 

“You want me to beg?” 

“You heard me.” 

“I won’t —fuck— no. I won’t beg you. I’ll never —shit— beg,” he moaned. 

“Then you’re not coming,” she sang, pulling away again.  

“You can’t — you can’t control me —shit, shit, shit —” he breathed out shakily when he could feel Johnny’s lips on his nipples, sucking hard and rough, even biting him.  

“You’re so fucking proud,” Yuta huffed. “The night is going to be pretty long, babe, if I were you, I wouldn’t let her edge me longer.” 

“Fine,” he broke down, giving up trying to gain some control, not like he could in this position —not like he wanted to, to be honest. “Please, please, let me come,” he started begging, cursing at himself when he felt his eyes get teary, now this was humiliating. 

“Good. Are we going to have to pull words out of your mouth all night long, though?” She asked mockingly as she started pumping him again. “Because it gets quite annoying.” 

“No, no, fuck, just —shit— keep, keep fucking me. Yes.” 

“Are you close?” She asked just for fun, she knew she had kept edging him for the past ten minutes, probably even more, she knew he was close and was trying hard not to come but wait for her command from the way he was struggling against the restrainers and the way his dick was throbbing in her hand and how shaky his moans got. 

“Yes, please, please, let me —shit— let me come,” he cried out. 

“Come, then,” she ordered, watching him come undone in her hands. And the first orgasm washed over him, giving him shaking legs already and he was feeling his sanity slip away from him. 

Just like she wanted. 

Jade wanted to see him lose control for once, to let go of the reins and just enjoy the ride. She wanted to see him look like a mess and they were getting close to it. 

“Good boy,” she whispered, crawling closer to him, and kissing him slowly. “You were a handful but you did great.” 

“You — you are a tease,” he cried, chest still panting and sweat starting to pearl his skin. 

“We’ll get you out of the handcuffs, okay?” 

He hummed, letting out a breath of relief when someone —Yuta, but he couldn’t know— grabbed the key and set him free. 

“On your fours,” she ordered, not giving him time to come down from the high. 

“What? You want… we are going to…” 

“What? As if you don’t enjoy all these eyes and hands on you,” Johnny teased, caressing his shoulder almost making him betray his words with a low moan. “This can be so much fun if you trust us.” 

“Do you trust us?” This time it was Taeyong talking, next to his ear, voice soft. 

“Yeah,” Jaehyun breathed out, “I do. I trust you.” 

“Great, then do what she told you to do,” Yuta said, caressing his thigh gently before waiting for him to turn around. 

“Look at how pretty you are,” she praised and Jaehyun could feel her soft hands on the skin of his ass, caressing him gently, making shivers run down his spine. “Bet you’d look even prettier with your face flushed against the mattress.”

“But —” 

“What? Don’t you remember how much you love putting me in that position? Saying I look so pretty, should we see how pretty you look?” 

He nodded, swallowing before he moved with Johnny’s help. 

“Isn’t he so so pretty?” This time it was Taeyong talking, his hand on the smooth skin of his ass cheek, his veins rubbing against it. “So soft and delicate.” 

Jaehyun couldn’t help but smile at his compliments. Okay, maybe he loved being the center of attention. 

“Maybe we should stop touching you, what if you break?” He asked, fingers moving closer to his rim of nerves, teasing him lightly. 

“No,” Jaehyun exclaimed, his voice breaking in his throat.

They all laughed at that, exchanging teasing glances he couldn’t see. 

“Now you want this so eagerly?” She cooed. 

“Yes, please.” 

“Do you think you deserve it?” Johnny asked teasingly. 

“Y-yes,” he breathed out, still shaking from the way Taeyong was teasing him. 

“I don’t think so,” he said. 

“I did, please.” 

“Please what, pup? Tell us what you want,” she said, her fingers making her way to his mouth asking for permission to enter. He opened up.

“Tou-touch me,” Jaehyun hardly said, trying to breathe. “Need you, need to feel you.”

“Oh, now you need this,” she teased, still pushing her fingers inside his mouth, “and how do you want it?” 

“Want Yong.” 

Jade snickered before pulling her fingers out and lightly slapping his face. “I asked how not by who. Are you dumb?” 

“No, I—” Jaehyun tried to mumble but his voice got stuck in his throat when another slap landed on his ass. It was Johnny, big hand, hitting hard. “Fuck.” 

“You're not even good at listening, I don’t think you deserve this attention,” she said rubbing his cheeks.

“No, please, mo-mommy,” his face burned up when the name rolled out of his lips but it was enough to make a smirk curl her lips. Her fingers tangled through his hair and she pulled strongly toward herself causing his lower back to arch up.

“You can be such a good boy sometimes,” she said. “But since you can’t pick, we’ll choose,” she said before gesturing to Taeyong to take care of him, and Jaehyun only nodded, everything was fine as long as one of them touched him. 

“You wanted me, right, peach?” Taeyong said, leaving a trail of kisses on his shoulders blades and caressing his waist. 

“Yes,” he replied with a shaky voice, pushing his ass up more, his back arched perfectly. He just wanted to be ruined, couldn’t care much of anything else, not even how pathetic he looked. 

“Oh, poor you,” he teased, grabbing the lube from Johnny’s hands and pouring a generous amount of the cold liquid on his rim, “you’re so fucking desperate.” He got closer to him, his chest making contact with Jaehyun’s back. “Suck,” he ordered, putting two digits in his mouth not so sweetly. And Jaehyun did. Closing his rose lips around them and then swirling his tongue in his mouth. His eyelashes fluttered on his cheeks as he enjoyed the feeling.

“God, you’re so hot like this,” Johnny commented, palming his boner. He never fantasized about seeing Jaehyun so vulnerable but fuck if that was a beautiful view. 

“Stop. I’m sure you want my fingers somewhere else,” Taeyong taunted, chuckling lowly before he moved his fingers down again and slowly started to push in, making him moan at the intrusion. 

“You love sucking so much,” Jade noted with a mocking tone, “maybe we should really treat you and fulfil another one of your desires.” She smirked, looking up at Johnny, giving him a look that didn’t need words. And so in one second, Johnny was completely naked, hard dick free, getting pumped in his hand. 

“Want to suck something?” He asked with a smirk on his face. 

“I don’t — I don’t think I’ll be —shit— good,” he replied, trying to hold back the moans but Taeyong’s fingers felt too good for him, so long, and cured and veiny and fuck, he was going crazy.

“I think you can always learn,” Yuta chimed in, running a hand in his hair, tugging hard enough to make his mouth fall open. “I’m sure you can keep his cock warm while Taeyong gives you what you want.”  

“Yes, yes, I can, I’ll try.” 

“No, you’ll make it,” Jade said. “Open your mouth for him.” Without adding another word, Johnny got on the bed, gently moving his head up to sit with his legs open on the pillow beneath Jaehyun’s head. So the younger parted his lips, resting his cheeks on Johnny’s thigh as he tried to take in his mouth as much of Johnny’s dick as possible. But fuck, Johnny was so big, and he wasn’t the one sucking cocks, usually. But he wanted to do it, anyway, not only because he promised but also because there still was his pride on the line and —even if he wanted to deny it— he just wanted to suck something.

“Good boy, just like that,” Johnny praised softly, running his fingers through his hair to make him relax as he felt his dick rest on Jaehyun’s tongue, and his voice, his tone, and his touch felt nice. It wasn’t something they were used to doing, their relationship had never really been extremely sexual, yet these few intimate moments felt nice. 

“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Taeyong’s voice brought him back to the world while he tried to concentrate on his breathing and the pleasure. Taeyong was looking at him in awe, his three fingers were buried deep inside him and he could perfectly see how he was stretching him out. “But you’re so... pretty like this.” Taeyong emphasised the word ‘pretty’, Jaehyun wasn’t a fan of that but he surely was going to be by the end of the night. 

“Want him to eat you out, babe?” Jade asked, and he could feel her hand start to move up and down his spine. “Want to see how good you can feel?” 

“Yeah,” he moaned around Johnny. Hating the blindfold because he wanted to see her, to see them. A whimper vibrated around Johnny’s cock when Taeyong’s tongue licked his entrance and swirled around. A muffled ‘fuck’ left his mouth as he tried to steady his breath through his nose, it was harder than he expected. Johnny’s dick blocked all the air from the mouth and sucking sent him into outer space, which made it hard for him to focus on something that was actually pretty important —breathing. And the amazing oral sex Taeyong was giving him wasn’t helping.

“Yes, that feels good, right?” Jade checked in, humming in approval when she saw him try to nod. “It’s a shame you can’t see yourself, you’re so pretty like this.” 

Jaehyun wanted to rip the blindfold but he had promised he wouldn’t move, but that didn’t mean he wasn’t dying to see the way she was looking at him. The idea that she had been craving to do this for so long was driving him crazy in anticipation and he just wanted to know what he looked like in her eyes like this. His cheeks turned red at the thought, he could feel her gaze burning on his skin because he knew exactly how she looked at them when she got what she wanted. Jaehyun knew exactly the expression on her face when she was proud and excited and how particularly beautiful and intense her eyes would get during sex. It was like lust and perdition filled them completely and got anybody that mirrored in them drunk and high on pleasure. And the power she had over him was insane because, with Johnny and Taeyong working on him, the only one that filled his brain was her. 

And everything was starting to get too much, so he tried to beg again, a muffled ‘please’ while tears threatened to stream down his face. 

“Please?” Jade asked, tilting her head. “Begging again, so soon?” 

“Wanna come,” he mumbled, making Johnny pull out to let him catch his breath and also because, fuck, cockwarming turned him on more than imagined.  

“Hold on a bit more, babe. Yong, will let you come, ‘right?”

Jaehyun hummed and then let his head rest against Johnny’s tight, impatiently waiting for the moment of release. 

“I think you need to be prepped more, baby,” Jade said, running a hand in his hair, tugging lightly. “Mommy’s cock’s big, isn’t it?” 

At that, his mouth hung open in shock as he tried to let out the right words. “Are you —shit— are you going to fuck me?” Okay now, he should’ve expected this was where it was going to go in the first place but sanity had slipped his mind long ago and when he stopped fighting for dominance his brain didn’t process what Jade truly wanted. 

“What do you think I would’ve done to you?” She snickered mockingly. “That we would’ve stopped here and then started playing chess?” 

“No, I — I didn’t. I simply, umh, fuck,” he cried when Taeyong curled right where he wanted him and his hips faltered, the tip of his dick brushing against the sheets making his lungs burn up. “I didn’t think.” 

“Of course, you didn’t think,” she chuckled, cupping his chin, “you’re my dumb little cock drunk boy, aren’t you? There’s nothing in that little brain of yours but us and what we do to you.” 

“Sounds revengeful,” Johnny whispered, smirking at her words. He had no idea how Taeyong was in their little one-on-one sessions but when they group sex, he had never seen her be this harsh and dominant. But this unexpected side of her was exciting. And Yuta thought the same thing as he looked at her, wetting his lips with his tongue and a sparkle in his eyes in excitement. 

“I should fuck you faster,” Taeyong said. “Fuck some sense in you.” His fingers started fucking him mercilessly while the other hand played with his balls, making him push back and squirm under his touch. And Taeyong thought that it was so hot to see him like this, and no, he never had an interest in topping any of them but fuck if Jaehyun looked inviting. 

“Yong, ple — please...” Jaehyun barely whispered, his shaky breaths making it hard to form any words, his orgasm building up in his stomach, again, but he knew he wouldn’t have been able to hold it in this time. And he didn’t, when Taeyong’s fingers hit deeper and he involuntarily brushed his cock against the sheets again, he lost it, coming all over them underneath him, a longer moan ripping past his throat while his body shook in pleasure. 

Silence fell in the room while gazes he couldn’t see were being exchanged, the only sounds were Jaehyun’s still shaky breaths and the wet sound of Taeyong’s fingers pulling out of him.

“I’m so sorry,” Jaehyun cried out after a while, only then releasing he had disobeyed. “I couldn’t do it anymore. I — I tried, I swear, I did,” he panted as he felt Johnny’s warm skin pull away from him, feeling the comfort his proximity gave him slip away. 

“What do we have to do with you?” Jade asked, untying the blindfold and turning him around on his back again before gently caressing his tears-streaked cheeks. Maybe if it was another occasion she would’ve pushed harder, teased him more, but for now, she wanted to make sure he was fine, and what better way than condescending talk? 

Also, Jaehyun looked way too beautiful, she just couldn’t be mad at him with his flushed and wet cheeks, swollen red lips, and messy hair. He looked breathtaking like this, even if he was a complete mess. 

“Bad boys usually get punished,” Yuta answered instead, making her head turn to him. 

“I’m sorry,” Jaehyun cried out again. 

“Oh, we know you are,” Yuta replied, caressing his other cheek. “But that doesn’t mean we shouldn’t teach you a lesson,” he added, briefly looking at Jade who hummed and gave him the go. 

“Where are you going?” Jaehyun asked when he saw Yuta leave again but Jade turned his head to her. “Look at me, are you okay?” 

“Yes, but —” 

“No buts, just do what I tell you and trust us.” 

“You promised you trusted us, right?” Johnny chimed, caressing his hair. 

“Yeah, I do, but I didn’t want to, I…” 

“We know,” Johnny smiled. “We just need to train you harder.” 

Jaehyun’s smile faded at his words. They seemed so sweet and understanding but... they wanted to punish him?

“You wanted me, didn’t you?” Jade chuckled. 

“Yes.” 

“Too bad,” she said, getting up, and grabbing the hem of her dress, exposing her body, making all of them gasp. “Okay, I appreciate that but seriously, every time that you see me you act as if it’s the first time.” 

“That’s because you’re hot,” Johnny replied. “That’s why our baby boy wants you so bad, right, baby?” He cooed to Jaehyun that was lost, looking at her with his mouth open. “Answer,” he urged, lightly slapping his cheek. 

“Yes, please.” 

Jade shook her head, crawling back on the bed, followed by Yuta that wrapped his arms around her. “I told you, we need to teach you a lesson, and you need to learn how to be good.” 

“What are you going to do?” He asked in a whisper, afraid to know the answer. He had never seen her give Taeyong a punishment. 

“We will tie you up at your place,” she started, moving to let Yuta move to him to get started, “And you will watch how much of a good boy Yong is,” she said, crawling to him, leaning down next to his ear, “and how good is Yuta at fucking me.” 

“What?” He asked, gasping. “No, it’s not fair.” 

“No, it’s not. It’s a punishment for a reason,” Yuta chuckled, tapping the mattress to signal him to sit up against the headboard and give him his hands. 

“Do you have to tie me?” 

“For safety reasons,” she smirked and then winked at him. 

“I’m not a monster, I won’t run away, please,” he cried. “At least let me touch you.” 

“Only good boys get to touch me.” 

And that’s when the worst part arrived, when the other three were on her in a second, touching her and kissing her, feeling her, right in front of his eyes while he was helpless and could only watch. He had worked past his jealousy but right now that feeling was resurfacing and was making him… squirm, and whine, and... beg? He wasn’t fighting against it but he was begging for them to give him attention too?  

When Jade pulled away and looked at him he thought that she was moved by pity and would’ve at least kissed him but instead, she said, “no squirming and crying will get you out of there, be good and patient if you don’t want to dig your hole deeper.” 

And just like that his punishment —or torture, like he saw it— started. He really wanted to pay attention to the way Johnny was working Taeyong open with his fingers but his attention was only on Yuta and Jade and the way his hands roamed all over her body and stuffed inside her panties, fingers moving fast on her clit, making her roll her head back and moan. And Jaehyun had to hold back a whine because she was so beautiful always, when she was in control and when she would let go of it like right now, vulnerable in Yuta’s hands, letting him have the reins. But he didn’t want to be at Yuta’s place, no, he wanted her to be at his place and he at hers. He had gotten just a taste but he needed more.

Jaehyun was about to whine out loud when moans filled the room as Taeyong and Jade rode Johnny and Yuta giving them their back, but Jade’s gaze shutting him up, stopped him. 

“Enjoying the show?” She asked, looking at him in the eyes as she kept fucking back and forth against Yuta. “No words just nod.” 

He rolled his eyes, cursing under his breath but then nodded. 

“Good,” she smiled. “See how good Taeyong has been? He didn’t come like a pathetic little thing from preparation.” 

“Don’t smirk like that,” he snapped, talking to Taeyong before he realized what he had done, looking apologetically at Jade that had stopped. “No, shit, sorry, but why would he do that? He can’t be perfect.” 

“You just can’t listen,” she huffed, pulling off of Yuta for a moment. “I guess we need to do this the hard way.”

“There’s a way harder than this?” 

“Oh, yes,” she smiled. “Tied you, blinded folded you, and now it’s time to gag you.” 

“No, no, please, I’ll be good, I promise.” 

“Don’t gag him,” Yuta chimed, crawling behind her, smirking evilly as he leaned in so only she could hear and then she smirked. 

“Fine, I won’t, but still keep quiet,” she ordered. “Yong, come lay down here.” 

And he followed, mimicking her position, laying on their tummy diagonally on the bed while Johnny and Yuta were positioned behind them. She swiftly whispered something in his ear and then the other two pushed inside again. The only ones not aware of the plan were Johnny and Jaehyun but they both picked it up soon when Jade only praised Taeyong as they shared rough kisses, and Yuta only praised how good she felt. Ignore him. 

And he felt like crying while his dick got hard once again and was almost painful and not only he couldn’t ease the physical pain but they weren’t even talking to him. 

“Fuck, you’re squeezing me so tight,” Yuta moaned, head thrown back and hands wrapped around her waist, slamming her back and forth in a fast steady rhythm. “Dripping all over the sheets, so warm and hot.” 

Jaehyun had to bite his lower lip to avoid pathetic moans to escape and he tried to stare in front of him, focusing on the white closet in front of the bed and don’t get lost in the way Jade and Taeyong’s bodies were being fucked hard, or the way they were kissing each other eagerly, and the lewd sounds of wetness squelching and skin slapping against each other.

But it was somehow worse. It was painful and unfair, and gruelling but he wanted to watch them. He loved them. He loved the way their bodies moved, how they worked together, how their hands knew every crease of each other. And yes, he hated not being part of that messy tangle, but at the same time, there was something so beautiful, and exciting about watching it from the outside. 

“See, the hard way works,” she said after what felt like an eternity, making him snap out of his thoughts. “You learned how to keep your mouth shut to don’t make it worse.”

He wanted to reply but only let out a sigh of relief. 

“Good boy,” she said. “Bet you would want to be here, right?” 

Jaehyun nodded, eyes begging her to be forgiving and set him free, but she only smirked and then turned back to Taeyong. 

“Do you like what you see?” Johnny asked, voice lower, and panting, while one of his hands moved from Tayong’s hips and grabbed a fistful of his hair, pulling tight, causing his ass to arch back and let out a raspy moan that got caught into Jade’s mouth. “Wanted to be you? Or do you want to be Yuta?” 

Jaehyun’s eyes fluttered, gulping as he tried to wet his mouth again but it still felt dry. He couldn’t answer, but even if he could, he had no idea what to say. Was it crazy that he wanted it all? That he wanted to be all of them, feeling every sensation. 

“He’s so good at fucking her,” Johnny teased, smirking back at Yuta that did the same he had done before, pulling her back by her hair. “It could’ve been you, what a shame.” 

He whined. A low, barely audible whine. And then he fell. 

“Please, please, mommy, at least let me talk,” he whimpered. 

“Can you do it?” She teased, staring at him with a raised eyebrow, pushing her ass back against Yuta, moaning louder on purpose. “You look like a mess,” she pointed out. “I don’t —fuck— think that words can be formed in your little brain.” 

“No, no, I can. Look, I can.” 

“Then answer Johnny,” she ordered. “What do you want? Want to fuck me?” 

“Yes, want you, want to make you feel good like Yuta,” he replied. “He’s so good, I know he’s good but I can, I can be good too. I can give you what you want.” 

“Can you give her this?” Yuta asked, one hand slipping around her neck to push her up, her back flat against his chest, hips thrusting into her relentlessly, and the other hand moving on her clit, bringing her over the edge in a few seconds. 

“Fuck,” she moaned loudly when the orgasm broke out of her unexpectedly. She could feel Yuta’s smirk behind her, teasing eyes staring straight into Jaehyun’s as he looked at him in disbelief. 

“Can you?” He asked again, slowing down just a bit to make her catch her breath again. 

“I — I can’t…” 

“Then what can we do with you?” She asked, voice heavier as she struggled to come down from the high since Yuta kept moving inside of her. “You’re so useless.” She dared to say it, honestly terrified he was going to snap out of it, but the words that came out of his lips surprised them all. 

“Use me,” he cried out. “Fuck me senseless. I want you to use me so badly, my holes, my cock. Please. Just… I just want to be good for you. Fuck me hard, all of you. Until I’m nothing but your little dumb toy, please. Fill me to the brim. Leave me —fuck— leave me leaking like a mess, but please, please, use me.” His voice was high, and the words came out in whimpers and he couldn’t really care how pathetic he sounded, and looked, he meant every word. He had no idea from which part of his brain they were coming but he wanted them to make a mess out of him. 

Jade almost came again just by hearing those words and his voice. Seeing him so vulnerable was such a turn-on, but she never imagined him being so vulnerable. 

“Fuck, that’s hot…” Johnny whispered, his thrusts coming to a stop for a moment as he looked at Jaehyun in surprise. 

“Should we give it to him?” Yuta whispered just for Jade to hear but it took her a while to hum in agreement, whining when he pulled out of her. 

“Please,” Jaehyun begged again, hips bucking from the mattress, lips bleeding from how much he was biting on them. “Please, I’ll be good. I won’t disappoint this time, I won’t —” she shushed him with a kiss, her hands cupping his face, making him slump back against the headboard as he relaxed in her touch. 

“We know,” she reassured him. “You learned your lesson, right? You will be our good boy.” 

“Yes, yes,” he whimpered, grinding against her thigh. “Please.” 

When also the others sat around him and towered over him he felt overwhelmed with emotions. He felt so small, and vulnerable, and he wasn’t used to it. To have mocking laughs directed at him, to have so many lips brush against his burning skin and teeth sinking down his flesh, to have so many hands teasing him. And he couldn’t even mind keeping up with who was doing what. He just closed his eyes, letting them do whatever they wanted with him. 

“Want to ride you,” Taeyong said, and Jaehyun barely registered his voice and his hand wrapping around his painfully hard dick. “It would be a shame to don’t use your big cock.” 

“Mmph,” he whimpered when he felt him spit on it and pump it up and down, mixing his saliva with the embarrassing amount of pre-cum that dripped down before. A chocked sob ripped past his throat when Taeyong’s tight asshole sank on him and started moving right away. Just like he had asked. To be used for their pleasure. 

“Fuck, your cock is so good,” Taeyong praised, “The only good thing about you, isn’t it? The only thing you know how to use.” 

“Answer him,” Jade urged, slapping his cheek, forcing his eyes open in surprise. 

“Y-yes,” he wept, feeling on the verge of a breakdown because he was so close again but he had no idea if he could come and he didn’t even have the courage to ask. “Only good at that, only —shit— good to be your toy.” He almost screamed when Yuta’s toungue flicked his nipple, and he felt a drop run down his cheek. “N-no,” he begged. 

“No?” Yuta asked, slightly pulling away. “I thought we could do anything to you.” 

“Ye-yes but this — this doesn’t —shit— bri-bring you pleasure,” he breathed out, chest panting harder when his fingers kept pinching and teasing his hard buds. 

Jade smirked, cupping his chin, thumb brushing against his parted lips. “You want to come, don’t you?” He didn’t answer, just stared at her with tears running down his face. He didn’t even want to admit it. He wanted to convince himself he didn’t need it. “Oh, you want to come so bad but you also want to be a good fucktoy for us, isn’t it? And good toys don’t get what they want,” she teased, letting go of his chin, fingers caressing his wet cheeks and then massaging his scalp. “Good toys give. Good toys don’t beg, don’t complain and don’t cry.” 

“No, sorry, sorry. I — I can take it,” he whimpered, choking on his sobs, but she shushed him, shaking her head. 

“Don’t be,” she whispered. “You are letting Yong use you so well, holding it in so much that I bet it must hurt.” He nodded, whining. “You have so much control, honey,” she praised, fingers still moving against his hair. “Ask him if he wants you to fill him up, come on.” 

“Ugh,” he cried, “do — do you want me, do you —fuck— want my cum? Can I please —mmph— please come in you?” 

“Do you think I’m even close?” Taeyong asked instead. “Why don’t you fuck me harder to start with, mhh? Make me come and then maybe you’ll get to come too.” 

“I — I ca-can’t,” Jaehyun cried. “I can’t, I don’t, I don’t think, I…” 

“Take a deep breath,” Jade whispered, her hand back against his cheek, caressing him softly. “Calm down and focus on your thrusts,” she said and he nodded, chest slowing down, also thanks to Yuta that pulled away and stopped teasing him. “Just like that, breathe in and move your hips up against him,” she guided him. 

“You’re doing so good,” Taeyong praised, leaning in to kiss him, helping him, meeting him halfway. 

“See, you could do it,” Jade smiled. “Now fuck him faster, come on. I know you can give it to him as hard as he wants it. You’re so good at it.” 

With the help of her words, he managed to find some strength and pick up a faster speed, concentrating hard to don’t come, not yet, not when Taeyong didn’t give him permission yet. 

“Fuck, you’re so good,” Taeyong moaned. “You’re gonna make me come —fuck. Keep fucking me —shit— keep —shit— just like that,” he whimpered, kissing him again. “Gonna come,” he said. “Fill me up, need your cum.” 

And that was all he needed to explode, hips stuttering against him as he let go, orgasm so held back that even the release felt almost painful. He felt his head spin and he didn’t mind about Taeyong’s cum spilling on his abs. Ears buzzing so loudly he couldn’t even make out the other words coming out of the other’s mouth. 

And when Taeyong pulled away, he slumped back again, brainless and boneless. Completely at their mercy. 

“I think we should get him out of these,” Yuta said, moving to unclasp his cuffs. 

“Look at you,” Johnny said, caressing his face and moving him so he was laying down against the mattress. “Such a big boy and yet here you are, so petite.” 

“F-for you,” he mumbled, blinking his eyes to shake the dizziness out of his brain but it didn’t work much. He was already wrecked and the real thing didn’t even start yet.  

“You wanted to get fucked hard, didn’t you?” Johnny asked, turning him around, face pressed against the mattress and ass up. “Does it even matter what you want? You said you want to be our toy, right? And it only matters what we want.” 

He hummed, face pressed against the pillow and ass arching back, craving more contact.

“I saw the way you were looking at Taeyong before,” he teased, spitting on his rim, smirking when his hole clenched around nothing. “You’re so pathetic,” he mocked, hand slapping his ass cheek hard. 

“No, no,” he murmured. 

“Yes, you are.” This time it was Jade talking, and he tried to move around to look at her but found it hard to lift his torso. 

“I think we just need to finish this up,” she added, turning his head around and pushing him up by his hair, “you’re such a boring toy, you know? Why don’t you do something to surprise us?” 

“Yeah, or else we’re going to have fun on our own,” Yuta added.

He blinked, swallowing as he tried to come up with anything to don’t make them push him out of the scene. “No, I’ll — I’ll do anything you want. Whatever you want. I’ll — I’ll take you.” 

“Can you take us?” Johnny asked, fingers tracing his ass and then fingering him again, making him gasp. “See, all the work of before ruined because you had to fuck it up.” 

“No,” he shook his head. “I can take you. I promise I can.” 

Jade hummed before turning around to whisper something in Johnny’s ear, signaling Yuta to come closer too. 

“I — what are you — what are you saying?” Jaehyun asked but nobody answered. 

“Turn around,” she ordered, “don’t make me flip you over like a fucking doll, come on.” 

He whimpered, jumping when his cock brushed against the sheets under him, and then turned around facing them, feeling small once again. 

“I’m gonna use your cock like a toy while they fuck me, and you can’t come.” 

“But —” 

“No buts,” she stopped him. “Do you want to be good or not?” 

He hummed, “But please, after, after, I — I need you, mommy. I need you so bad.” 

“I know,” she reassured, biting her lower lip when Johnny’s fingers made way into her ass. “But I want to be the only one who fucks your ass tonight, so you’ll have to wait.” 

He hummed again but felt his body tremble when Yuta moved in front of him and shielded her from his view. He hated not seeing her. He couldn’t care if they weren’t truly paying him attention. He couldn’t care if he was forced to hold it in again and just let them have their fun. But he needed to see them. 

“You look like a mess.” He had no time to dwell on them when Taeyong’s voice ringed in his ears. His face now up close to his, a teasing smirk on his face while his fingers ran on his tears-streaked cheeks. “Is it too much for you?” 

Jaehyun shook his head, lips pressed together to keep in a loud moan when he felt Jade sink down on him. And Taeyong chuckled, shaking his head, “You can’t take it.” 

“I can, I can take it,” he cried, finding the courage to let out those words. 

“Why don’t you keep his mouth shut?” Jade asked Taeyong, making Jaehyun’s eyes snap open. “I don’t think I want to hear him while they fuck me.” 

“No, I will keep quiet, I will —mmph,” he moaned when Taeyong filled his mouth, fingers stuffing him, reaching the back of his throat, making him choke. 

“Nice,” she smiled, leaning closer to him just to let Johnny have more room to enter her. But her hands weren’t on his chest or shoulders, they were resting at his side on the mattress, making him go crazy at the lack of contact, no matter that he was right inside her, it wasn’t enough. “Good toys don’t talk, remember?” 

He nodded, wet eyes staring up at her as the only thing he could do was suck on Taeyong’s fingers. But a deep groan almost escaped his mouth when Johnny filled her up completely and he could feel his cock press against her thin walls. One of the things he loved the most and he couldn’t do anything. He couldn’t fuck her. He couldn’t moan. He couldn’t come. He just had to lay there and take it, watch as they fell apart. And as wrong as it was, it turned him on even more. 

“Fuck, so good,” Johnny moaned, pulling out and then slamming back in. “Should fuck your ass more often.” 

“Mhh, yes,” she moaned, rolling her eyes back before she forced them open to look at her two boyfriends in front of her. Jaehyun looked like a complete mess, drooling all over Taeyong’s fingers and down his chin while the other kept teasing him with mocking words. And just when she was about to make eye contact with the younger, Yuta pulled her up and kissed her hard. 

“Shit,” he moaned when her hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking, “wanna be inside you. Johnny move.” 

The eldest groaned, stilling his hips and pulling out of her, his hand immediately replacing her warmth, even if it couldn’t come close to it. But watching Yuta enter her and fill her gaping hole was hot enough to don’t make him hate her idea of them taking turns fucking her. 

“Fuck, he’s right,” Yuta moaned, “you feel so fucking good. And the toy is filling you up so nicely.” 

At that Jaehyun whimpered, his hips bucking up in reflex, and a sharp slap on his face followed, making his breath falter and his eyes snap into Jade’s. 

“No. Fucking. Back. Into. Me,” she reminded him sternly and he nodded, mumbling, “didn’t — didn’t mean to.” 

“Why don’t you stuff his mouth with something bigger than those fingers?” Johnny asked Taeyong, ignoring him completely. This had been their wildest night ever and he wanted to see just how far Jaehyun was going to push himself. He kind of thought he had gone too far before begging them to use him, but Jaehyun was like this, too confident, too competitive, to the point that he became dumb. 

Jaehyun shook his head, whimpering around his fingers that pushed deeper. 

“What?” She cooed, breathing heavily as Yuta kept fucking hard into her. “You don’t want that? What a shame you were begging for Johnny’s dick before, fuck,” she mocked, lightly slapping his face again. “What’s that? You only want cocks big enough to choke you?” 

“Mmph, no, I,” another slap stopped him. 

“Shut up,” she ordered, “I don’t care. I wasn’t asking, I was —shit— pointing out how much of a needy, dirty thing you are.” 

He whined throwing his head back, knuckles going white from how hard he was gripping the sheets. Feeling her pussy clench around him and slightly move back and forth due to Yuta’s pushes was making him go crazy. And soon he had to think about Taeyong’s tip tapping against his lips, asking for permission to make its way in. And he could only open up and let them ravish him. Brain going blank as they worked together. Yuta pulling out to leave his place to Johnny, his thrusts precise and strong as always, and then back again, Yuta taking his place another time, strokes fast and rhythmic, and again and again. The alternating rhythms driving him insane and driving Jade insane too. 

He could feel it from the way her walls were suffocating his cock, the way her mouth was parted to let out the most vulnerable sounds, and her eyes were closed, surely rolled back in the back of her reclined head. And even if right now, she looked more vulnerable and submissive, no dominant thoughts crossed his mind. He wanted to be ruined by her still, even if she was like this, a mess in Yuta and Johnny’s hands. 

“Oh, fuck, it’s so good. You two feel so good,” she almost screamed when her oldest boyfriends started taking turns faster. 

Jaehyun wanted to whimper around Taeyong’s length stuffing his mouth about how the three of them were making her feel good but didn’t, he cried and complained only in his mind. 

“Need to come in you, babe,” Yuta said, pushing inside of her again. 

“Me too,” Johnny moaned, “can you take both of us?” 

Jade’s mind came back to earth, stilling for a second and turning around. She thought about it for a moment, it was either going to be the dumbest last-minute decision ever or the best one, but at this point, this night had been a full one of unexpected things. 

“Fuck, fine, yes, but pour more lube, please.” 

“Shit,” Johnny hummed, grabbing the bottle close to him, and pouring more on her swollen hole, “thought you were going to say no.” 

She shook her head and dropped it low when the tip of his cock started to slowly make its way aside Yuta’s cock already buried deep into her. 

The triple stretch knocked the breath out of her lungs and she was grateful that at least Jaehyun wasn’t moving. It wasn’t painful, but it was a lot. Intense, unexpected, and the worst fucking decision ever considering the boyfriends picked. 

And Jaehyun felt that too. Now that was unbearable. The way he could feel them push so much against him already, and they weren’t even moving yet. There was no way he wasn’t going to come just like that. 

“Fuck, this feels so good,” Yuta moaned, looking down, feeling he could come by the sight only, “you’re taking us so well.” 

“Yeah, umh,” Johnny groaned when they started moving again and the stimulation doubled, “I won’t last long.” 

“Are you gonna come with us?” Yuta asked, pushing her body up against theirs. The position side by side wasn’t really comfortable but it didn’t matter, they had been on the edge all night, and this already felt too good to hold back. 

“Yes, fuck, I’m close,” she mumbled, letting her head fall back against their shoulders as the knot on her stomach tightened and she started seeing stars. It didn’t take much for them to come together, groans and moans filling the room, skin slapping together more messily, and too much cum everywhere. 

“Fuck,” Jade moaned when she opened her eyes and saw Jaehyun’s face almost covered in cum, “look at you,” she said, pussy still clenching hard around him as the orgasm faded away. 

“Pulled out a little too late,” Taeyong said, moving back, and caressing his lips, removing some of the liquid. “But he looks so pretty like this, doesn’t he?” 

Jade hummed, a tender smile on her face, followed by a low gasp when Johnny and Yuta pulled out of her, leaving her empty and leaking. 

“And he didn’t come,” she praised, leaning down to kiss him while she also pulled off of him, his painfully hard cock, throbbing against his abs. 

“Please,” he whimpered, “need you. You promised.” 

“I know,” she reassured him, wiping more cum out of his face, “I’ll give you what you deserve. What you wanted.”  

“No, don’t lea—” he started saying when she got up to get the strap-on but was immediately shut by Johnny’s lips. 

“Shh, it’s alright,” he whispered, moving his dampened hair back, “you look like a mess baby,” he said, eyes scanning his spit and cum stained skin. 

“But he looks like such a pretty doll,” Yuta said. 

“N-no, no, I’m not a doll,” he whimpered. 

“No? But dolls are so pretty. Don’t you want to be mommy’s pretty doll?” Yuta asked, cooing teasingly. 

“I —” he retorted but then gave up. “Yes, want to be mommy’s doll. But I need her, please.” 

“And here I am,” she said, crawling on the bed, soon hovering over him, spreading his legs open and positioning between them. “Tell me what you want.” 

“You know,” he cried, feeling that his brain couldn’t put together any more words that made sense. 

“I need to hear it, doll. Need to know my pretty toy still wants to be used.” 

“Yes,” he almost screamed. “I want to — want to be your little toy, please, please, fuck me. Need your dick.” 

And she obeyed, pouring more lube on the dildo and removing her fingers inside of him, she pushed the tip inside. 

“Fuck,” he groaned, closing his eyes and biting his lower lip as he felt the toy make its way inside, slowly but somehow it was even more painful. He needed more. He couldn’t even care if he wasn’t ready. He had been waiting all night. 

“Look at how well you are taking it,” she praised when she bottomed completely and stilled against his ass. And she knew he wanted more, it was in the way his hips were trying to roll back against her but had no more strength to move anymore. Still, she needed to test the waters. “Should I move? Should I finally fuck your pretty ass?” 

“Fuck me, please, fuck my brain out,” he begged, voice barely higher than a whisper, strained and shaky. “Please, just take everything from me.” 

“Shit,” a broken moan ripped past his throat when she started moving immediately at a steady rhythm, knocking his breath out. He had no idea if it was because it had been ages since he had something inside or if the toy was truly too big but either way the only thing he could do was throw his head back and try to relax even more. “Too — too much,” he cried. 

Her hands wrapped around his waist, nails digging into his skin, leaving marks, making him whimper even more. “Oh, poor baby, don’t you want me to fuck your brain out?” 

“I — I can’t take it,” he whimpered, watery eyes looking up at her as she leaned down to get closer to him. “You’re —fuck— too, too big.”

“You are taking it,” she said, hand wrapping around his neck and squeezing just enough, “keep being my good little fucktoy.”

Jaehyun nodded, biting his lips, hips bucking up when her other hand moved from his waist and started stroking his cock. 

“God, I’m — I’m not — need to come. I can’t hold it,” he wept, knowing for sure he couldn’t keep being edged for so long. 

“Then come,” she ordered, “but I’m not done with you. You said it, fuck you until you’re nothing but my little dumb toy,” she moaned, hitting faster into him, “and you still don’t look like a —fuck— like a mess enough to me.” 

“But — but I —fuck— mhh,” he tried to talk back, not even knowing what to say. 

“No, honey,” she cooed, hand moving faster on his cock, making him squirm under her, “you don’t need to think, just turn your brain off and be pretty for me, won’t you?” She teased and he simply hummed, feeling on the edge of the nth orgasm of the night. “Good, be my pretty doll, that’s all I want from you.” 

And those words did it for him, another climax hit him, finally, after what felt like hours since the last one, his ears buzzed and the vision behind his eyelids turned white. From that moment, he felt boneless in her arms, he could barely make out the way his other partners’ hands were teasing him too, too many emotions and too much bliss shutting his brain down. 

“Look at you.” He could barely make out Yuta’s voice and his teasing words. “So cock drunk, aren’t you?” 

“Mhh,” he simply hummed, no more words to squeeze out of his brain. 

“Bet you would take so much more than that, right? We could all take turns with you,” this time it was Johnny, he could feel his voice coming from the right, while his hand replaced Jade’s on his once again hard dick. “Bending you anywhere and fucking you whenever we want to, would you let us?” 

“Mmph,” he whimpered, his hand trying to reach for Jade’s body to ground somewhere but he couldn’t find her, “yes, yes,” he mumbled, thrusting up, meeting her halfway. 

“So you would truly be a good doll,” she teased, grabbing his hand that was frenetically trying to meet her. “You’d love to —fuck— to be passed around like that, won’t you? Be nothing but our messy brainless baby boy, yeah? Filled with cum and leaking as you try to function normally,” she cooed, and Jaehyun only nodded, biting his lips to try to muffle the embarrassing messy moans that were coming out of them. It was hot and endearing at the same time, how broken he looked and how much comfort he was seeking. Surely he was burning up from overstimulation and she knew she couldn’t push him even further than that. So Jade picked up the speed again, making him snap his eyes open because he wasn’t expecting she could give him even more and then rolled his eyes back again when his boyfriends’ lips started torturing his skin. 

“You are such a pretty good doll,” she praised, smiling when his lips turned into a shy small smile. “Taking mommy’s big cock so well, looking so pretty and fragile for us. Tell me how much you love this,” she ordered, but no words ripped past his throat, too dry, too tired, too lost in pleasure. A pleasure that doubled when she pushed his legs up, flat against his chest, the strap-on reaching deeper inside him, eliciting more moans to roll out of his mouth. 

“You love this so much, no matter how much you tried to hide it,” Taeyong said before he kissed him hard, shushing his incoherent mumbling down his throat again. 

“Wa—want to —mmph—” he cried, voice breaking even more when Johnny’s hand started going to the same fast and steady rhythm of Jade’s thrusts, “be your —mmph— your good boy,” he breathed out before more whimpers and low moans started coming out of his tortured lips again. “All of you, want — want —uhm— you all.” 

And by that time he was panting and twitching, hips moving uncontrollably to the point Jade had to push him further down against the mattress and wrap a hand around his neck again. And the way his glossy eyes looked into hers, made her lose her mind. This was exactly what she always imagined, the typical confident, commanding, and composed Jaehyun falling apart into her hands, completely letting go of any kind of control and sanity. His flushed wet cheeks, his low and breathy whimpers, his panting chest and throbbing cock, his begs and pleas, and the way his hands tried to search for them. It was so fucking hot, so much more than anything she ever tried to imagine, and it also filled her with pride. 

Right underneath her, there was the same person who easily manhandled her any way he wanted, usually. And right now he looked like a mess. She was the one who made him fall, give in to pleasure and be so open. 

“Scream it,” she said, standing right on top of him, slapping his face lightly, forcing his eyes to open again. “Scream to the world what you are,” she ordered, stilling inside of him for a second and as soon as he opened his mouth she started again. 

“I’m yours, fuck, I’m your good —fuck— doll,” he screamed, rolling his head back before another slap on his face made him stare up at her. “I’m just —shit— just a useless cock drunk toy for you mommy, I’m —ahh— please, please, please, fuck,” he broke down when her hand tightened around his neck and he knew he couldn’t hold it in anymore. It was getting painful, his dick was too sensitive and he felt too tired. 

“Tell me how much you love this,” she whispered, tightening the hold around his neck, smirking when he started struggling for air, “tell me nobody else can make you feel this good.” 

“N-no, nobody —ahh, fuck— nobody like you, no — no one, mommy, just you,” he mumbled, lips shaking and lungs burning when she squeezed his neck again. “I love this —mmhh— I love this so much.”

“You’re so desperate,” Johnny teased, squeezing the head of his cock, making him groan and throw his head back. “Pathetic little thing, look at you,” he cooed, laughing mockingly. “Are you shaking poor doll?” 

“Please,” he cried, tears streaming down his face freely as he tried to look up at Jade who knew he was at his breaking point. And she was too, the vibrations were sending her so close to the edge it was a matter of seconds now. 

“Fuck,” she cursed, “you’ve been so good, doll. Come for me, come on, one last time,” she ordered, letting go of the hold around his neck, making him catch his breath. 

And this time he completely blacked out, a louder, breathy, moan ripped past his throat as he rolled his head and eyes back, hips bucking and chest panting, abs twitching and cock throbbing, shooting cum everywhere. Jade’s orgasm hit soon after, making her ride the orgasm for a while until her hips came to a stop when he started mumbling “stop, stop, stop, too much.”

But the others weren’t done yet, and the lewd sounds of her hips against his ass were replaced by the wet sounds of the other three jacking off to quickly come.  

“Shit,” Yuta mumbled when he looked at Jaehyun’s face, lashes batting slowly and tongue sticking out as he waited for Johnny to come in his mouth, cum dripping down his throat and on his chin. “Turn around,” he whispered once they were done and the younger lazily turned his head to the side, waiting for his and Taeyong’s load before closing his eyes.

“Tired,” Jaehyun mumbled, eyes fluttering just enough to see Jade get close to him and kiss him gently, not caring about some cum of the others that dripped out of his mouth. 

“I know. You’ve been so good,” she praised, kissing him all over his face and pulling out slowly. “Our good boy,” she whispered, caressing his hair, but he was already sound asleep and barely registered those words. 

“I can’t believe what just happened,” Johnny chuckled, sitting on a chair outside of the terrace, filling up his glass with lemonade. They had just finished taking a shower after trying to clean Jaehyun the best they could since he was still sleeping in bed and were taking a breath of fresh air to cool down. 

“Yeah, how the hell did you turn him into a brainless mess?” Yuta asked, giggling but still shocked after everything that had happened. Taeyong hummed in agreement, sitting on his lap, eating some fruit because he was starving.

“Honestly?” she snorted. “I have no idea,” she chuckled, shaking her curls out of her face before grabbing a hair clip and twisting them in an upstyle. “I mean, I was hoping to get him to give in but I never thought he would go this far. He took so much for being his first time, I’m impressed.” 

“It’s rude to talk about someone when they are not there.” Jaehyun’s sleepy voice made them turn around, faces painted with surprise at seeing him already up, they thought he was going to sleep all night long and wake up at midday. 

“Why are you up?” Johnny asked. “Aren’t you wrecked?” 

“Mhh,” he mumbled, scratching his eyes with the palm of his hands and then walking closer to them. “Can I sit there?” He asked, pointing at Jade’s lap. 

“Oh, sure,” she replied, taken aback. She wasn’t expecting him to still be like this, not that she was complaining, this soft side of him was nice, so nice. And she wouldn’t have minded seeing him let go more often, he always tended to want to have too much under his control. 

“You didn’t answer,” Yuta said, smiling at his messed-up state and the way he was leaning so close to Jade even if it was pretty hot, the night breeze still not enough to bring much comfort from the summer heat. 

“I woke up, and I saw that you left me all alone after everything you did to me and I felt weird, also I didn’t want to be alone.” 

“No, honey,” she cooed, caressing his hair, “we just wanted to eat and drink something.” 

“Yeah, we were going to come sleep next to you soon,” Taeyong reassured. “Want some?” He then asked, handing him the fruit he had just cut and Jaehyun hummed. He was still feeling pretty weak, maybe some sugar would’ve helped him gain some energy. 

“You did so well before,” she praised, leaving kisses on his naked shoulder while her hands ran up and down his arms. “And you don’t have to feel weird about it. We don’t believe what we said to you.”

“Yeah, did you have fun?” Johnny asked, smiling at him. He was still wasted, cheeks red, lips puffy, messy hair. It was cute seeing him like this even after and it was even better he wasn’t fighting it anymore. 

Jaehyun hummed. “It was… unexpectedly fun,” he confessed, lowering his head when he felt his cheeks heat up even more, making his partners laugh tenderly at him. 

“There’s nothing to be ashamed of,” Yuta reassured him. “It’s good to try new things sometimes, isn’t it? You never know what you truly like until you give it a try.” 

“Yeah but,” he huffed, “come on, some things I said are so humiliating, and I had no idea I had it in me. It’s like a monster took over me.” 

“A pretty cute one,” Johnny chuckled. 

“Yeah, sure,” he replied, rolling his eyes.  

“But you know we don’t judge, right?” Taeyong said, putting more fruit on his plate, he didn’t even drink during the whole thing because they were too caught up with everything. “I mean, usually Jade and I are the ones saying those things to ourselves, so, if we thought it was weird we wouldn’t do it, right? Also, I think it was kinda funny seeing this new side of you.”

Jaehyun hummed, taking a bite of apricot, feeling relieved they didn’t see the whole night as a failure. 

“Thank you for trusting me,” Jade said, caressing his cheek. “I know you were scared, and I know this was totally out of your comfort zone but you completely gave up control to us and that means a lot. I honestly thought you were going to safeword so many times but you didn’t, so I hope you truly enjoyed every part of it.” 

He blushed again, humming and snuggling closer to her. “I – I never even thought about the safeword once.”

“It never got so intense that you thought about stopping?” Johnny asked, surprised to hear that. 

He shook his head. It had gotten intense but he felt safe. It was risky, considering they hadn’t discussed ground rules before, but he also knew that by now they knew him too well and knew his limits. “It was too good, I think… I think I really like attention.”  

“That’s all that matters,” she said, smiling tenderly at him.  

“Was — was I good enough?” Jaehyun asked hesitantly, shily looking at her. “Was it how you imagined?” 

“Peach, yes,” she said. “You were so good, you took so much. And also remember that it’s not a performance, it’s supposed to be a fun, intimate time. You don’t have to feel pressured to meet some kind of expectations.” 

“Yeah, but you wanted to try this for so long,” he whispered, feeling sleep take over him again. “I know how much this meant for you.” 

“A sex fantasy will never mean more than what you mean to me, but yes, it was exactly how I imagined, actually, even better.” 

“And you?” He asked, talking to the others after smiling at her.

“We had so much fun, I think it’s pretty obvious,” Yuta smiled, reassuring him. “You were a good boy if that’s what you want to hear.” 

“Oh, shut up, it makes me blush,” he whined, throwing his head back before yawning. 

“I think it’s time to go to bed,” Taeyong said, cleaning his hands on a napkin and grabbing the empty plate from Jaehyun’s lap. 

“Yeah. Do I have to carry you in?” Jade joked, leaving a peck on his cheek, making him flush red once again. 

“No, but I think I might need to lean on someone,” he replied, stretching, feeling his limbs shake. He was wrecked, everything had been so intense and he knew that he was going to pass out once again as soon as his head touched the pillow, and he wasn’t so sure his legs could carry him inside with no support. 

“Come here, pretty boy,” Johnny said, reaching out his hand and waiting for him to grab it, standing up and immediately leaning against him, waiting for Jade to support him on the other side and walk inside, followed by Yuta and Taeyong. 

After they got in bed, sleep took over soon, and while Jaehyun was squeezed between Johnny and Jade, and Taeyong was tangled with Yuta at the side, he whispered, “I love you, so, so much…” 

And before their eyes could get too heavy, they all replied, “We love you too.” 

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Genshin x fem!reader [Volleyball Team AU - Inspired by Haikyuu!] He introduces S/O to the team

Before you read this, might be a good idea to read the introduction first. To give you the whole low-down of the team and their dynamicsssss.

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Scenario: You and him have been dating for a while now. Why does the team not know and what’s their reaction in finding out/when he introduces you?

Warnings: AU if that’s not your thing then don’t read, not proofread...as usual.

#1 Zhongli (Captain/Wing Spiker/Ace)

You’ve been dating for nearly 5 months at this point. Beforehand the two of you were close friends. So the team kind of already knew you guys were close, but you’d never met the team properly.

It’s not that he was HIDING your relationship, its that he didn’t want to pressure you into meeting his team. They could really be an overwhelming bunch of high schoolers sometimes.

As it happens he walks to the gym hand in hand with you one day, his other hand on his duffel sports bag, thinking that he’d be the earliest one there as always. 

But when he slides the gym doors open his WHOLE TEAM greets him “CAPTAIN!” and then there’s an awkward silence that descends as they all catch him with his hand intertwined with yours.

KAEYA AND TARTAGLIA LOSES IT. “C-Captain, you had a girlfriend and didn’t tell us?!” “You finally made a move on her?!” “S’about time!”

Needless to say they both get knocked on the head by Zhongli’s fist. 

Zhongli sighs and turns to you apologetically but you say that you don’t mind meeting them. He perks up and claps his hands to ask his team to line up.

They do so diligently. Kaeya, Tartaglia and Thoma are giddy while looking at you. Xiao and Kazuha have their mouth slightly agape as if you’re some kind of rare species. Diluc and Albedo stare you down. 

You introduce yourself as Zhongli’s gilrfriend and as you do so Tartaglia’s eyes dart towards Zhongli who has a slightly shy expression on his face. 

“Oh, oh question time!” Thoma raises his hand “Does the captain secretly eat sweets behind our back?” You haven’t even answered when Kaeya asks “Does the captain ever glare at you (he mimics Zhongli’s face) and say 10 Push ups NOW!” Surprisingly Diluc raises his hand too “...Is the captain strict with you too?”

Zhongli gets irked the more questions are asked and he finally steps in with an ominous presence. “10 laps around the gym...NOW!” 

He apologizes to you again but you reassure him it’s totally fine and they all seem like such fun. 

#2 Diluc (Vice Captain/Wing Spiker/Defense Specialist)

The vice captain is a very secretive guy.

Not even his brother knew.

It’s not that he was ashamed of you, he just liked his privacy and you already knew that. 

But there was this one time where he forgot his textbooks under his desk and you had to go and give it to him while he was at practice.

Shyly looking into the door the first one that spots you is Albedo.

“...Do you need something?” you tense up at Albedo’s question and shakily hand him the textbooks.

“U-Uhm... D-Diluc’s...”

Albedo tilts his head and turns to shout at the team. “Someone’s looking for the vice captain,”

Everyone stops what they’re doing and snaps there head towards you.

Diluc jogs over, sweat still fresh on his forehead. Without thinking he takes the books from you, small smile on his face and thanks you.

The rest of his team freezes up all thinking: “Hold on, is he...SMILING?”

You’re oblivious to them staring and give him a quick kiss on the cheek before leaving. When Diluc turns back his team is glaring daggers at him, he stares back at them. Doesn’t say anything, and continues practice.

No one is brave enough to ask him about it.

Tartaglia whispers to Kaeya “You didn’t know about it either huh?”

#3 Kaeya (Middle Blocker)

This MF would talk about you whenever he had the chance.

Y/N this, Y/N that, Y/N is so cute. 

Frankly the team is kinda tired of it. 

But when you finally visit one of their practices the team levels their gaze at you and think “Oh shit, he wasn’t lying, she is actually cute,”

Sees his teammates expression and brags even more. “I know what y’all are thinking. You’re thinking, OH! She’s actually really cute! Hm?”

Slings an arm around you shamelessly with a grin. “Back off boys, I’ll block all your attempts,”

Diluc is the one that walks up to you and you blink at him. Kaeya blinks at him, confused as well.

Diluc suddenly bows, “I feel sorry for you but please take care of him,”

The rest of the team either bursts out laughing or snickers behind their hand.

Their vice captain is low key savage

#4 Albedo (Setter)

The team finds out about you cause when they finish practice they find you waiting outside the gym.

Kazuha asks politely while the others look on “Are you lost?”

You straighten up and stutter a little, “Ah, uh, no, I’m...” You’re at a loss for words. 

Then Albedo suddenly appears from the gym doors and sees you. “Ah, were you waiting long? Sorry,”

Thoma tilts his head in question. “Albedo...Your sister?”

Albedo at this point was standing next to you already. “...No, my girlfriend,” like it was the most normal thing in the world.

Everyone is stunned into statues.

“H-How did you get one before me?” Tartaglia looks as if his soul had been sucked out of his body.

“Next time you can just come inside and wait inside the gym, it’s dark out here,” their responsible captain suggests and you’re amazed at his kindness and bow at him with a thank you.

Albedo doesn’t see what’s the big deal and just grabs your hand and starts walking away.

#5 Tartaglia (Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The team already knew since the first date. It’s because he.would.not.shut.up.about.it

That particular day at practice his spikes were a tad bit stronger than usual.

“Oi... you’re getting too excited...” Xiao mumbles at him. Tartaglia just grins and scratches the back of his head. “Aaaahhhh... I can’t help it, I’m so nervous for my date with Y/N!”

A few more dates later he starts showing off his phone wallpaper to the others. It’s a picture of you and him.

Kaeya tries to piss him off by saying, “Huh, we’ve never actually seen her in person. Maybe it’s photoshopped,” The others snicker.

Is so pissed, asks you to come immediately.

You thought it was an emergency so you come into the gym with a worried look on your face only to be hugged tight into his chest. “See? See? She’s totally real and totally cute!”

Albedo crosses his arms and blinks, then looks at Kaeya “...You totally baited him, he’s such a simpleton.”

Kaeya responds with a smirk “Right?”

#6 Kazuha (Decoy/Middle Blocker/Wing Spiker)

The most formal out of all of them and even tells them seriously that he had an announcement to make.

Next day he comes into practice with you in tow.

Properly introduces you as his girlfriend. 

Everyone is wide-eyed at how official it feels. Then you suddenly take out a big container of fruits and tell everyone it’s for them (The captain doesn’t allow sweets, he thinks it’ll fatten them up or some crap.)

EVERYONE IS BLESSED BY YOUR PRESENCE and Kazuha is just enjoying you getting along with them.

Kaeya and Tartaglia try to whisper and bribe you into making cookies for them. 

Albedo and Xiao stares at Kazuha thinking ‘If someone like you can get a girlfriend, we can get one too, right?’

You offer to come back next time with more fruits and some secret cookies.

#7 Xiao (Libero)

Tried to keep it a secret because he knows his team will make a fuss about it.

The team finds out when his phone suddenly starts ringing in the middle of practice and he asks for a timeout to pick it up.

“Mm... Yeah... I’ll pick you up when I finish,” Everyone starts nudging each other when they hear him talk to you in an unusually calm and soft tone. So different from when he plays volleyball and gets angry at them.

By this point everyone tries to keep quiet and enlarge their ears to eavesdrop.

“Idiot... I won’t be late. I promised to take you out didn’t I?” 

Hearing their tsundere libero say something so sweet makes everyone combust.

When he turns back everyone is staring at him with smirks on their faces. “Hey, why not just ask her to come here?” Kaeya sneakily suggests.

Xiao blushes “A-As if I’d let her near you bumbling fools!”

He was worried it would scare you away, actually.

#8 Tohma (Pinch Server/Middle Blocker)

Literally no one is surprised he has a girlfriend.

It would be MORE of a surprise if he DIDN’T have one.

But they find out cause he left his phone out on the bench one day and there’d been a text message while Xiao was conveniently sitting on the bench.

“...Tohma, someone me--” Xiao looks at the screen where the message ‘I love you!’ is clearly written.

Xiao is so curious but is not gunna admit it so he nudges Kaeya or Tartaglia who might be sitting next to him and secretly motions over to the phone.

They read it and ask in a real loud voice “Oi Tohma! Who’s Y/N? They said I love you!” 

Tohma laughs nervously and since it’s already out he might as well introduce you. 

“This is my princess,” he says when you enter the gym to walk home with him that afternoon. You bow and introduce yourself and everyone looks at you thinking... “Ah, they look like the perfect domestic couple,”

Low-key everyone is jealous of how you dote on him.

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How to Find Fanfics with Type 1 Diabetes in Fandom

A Comprehensive Guide to Navigating the AO3 Collection

Hello again, friends and folks!

I've realized some of the blog’s followers haven’t visited the collection of fanfics with t1d rep over on the Archive of Our Own (currently with 250+ fics across 100+ fandoms. seriously go check it out). It has also been brought to my attention that quite a few people are confused about either how to use the Archive or how to filter and search within a collection. I’m thinking the two are probably connected, so consider this my first attempt at a guide on how to easily do things.

Basically, imagine a little diabetic gremlin hovering over your shoulder and offering advice as you browse the collection. That gremlin is me. You’re welcome.

The primary goal of the collection (and this blog) is to provide easier access to fanworks featuring type 1 diabetes. That means:

NO incorrectly-tagged fluff fics butting in on #actuallydiabetic works

NO t2d fics (they have their own collection)

Diabetic characters that are written as diabetic and not simply tagged as such

Comprehensive tagging

Any fiction-based fandom, any trope, any rating

Every. Single. Fic must feature t1d in some way 

You just have to know how to use the tools available to you.

Other people have created several helpful guides on how to use ao3 in a more generalized way, so I’m going to provide links for those and then we’ll get into the nitty gritty of AO3 collections and my personal organizational system.

How to Use AO3--Handy Links

AO3 quick tips and tricks

A Comprehensive Guide to Archive of Our Own Filters

AO3 bookmark search 

A quick tip for subscriptions

And the veeery comprehensive FAQs on AO3, which are not difficult to read as they might first appear! Not sure where to start? Try the Search & Browse section.

You can check out @ao3org​ for updates

Once you feel comfortable using ao3 and want to get fancy with the css, check out @ao3skin​

@ao3commentoftheday​ is less on the technical and more on the user culture, but definitely a good one to follow if you want to get involved with fanfic. Their How to AO3 series is a goldmine tho

Now, disclaimer time! I do not see how many hits the collection gets. This is a hobby project I do on my own time because it’s something I wanted to have available for myself, and I hope other people also find use for it. The collection is something used to promote fics that have the content we want, not the collection itself.

Ok on to the fun part!

WELCOME TO THE TYPE 1 DIABETES IN FANDOM AO3 COLLECTION!

Click on that link. You should see this:

See that? Ok, good. This is the collection’s dashboard. This is where you can find all the different parts to it. If you get lost, click the highlighted link on the left that says ‘dashboard.’ It will take you back to this page.

*Everything is basically the same on mobile, except the menu on the left should be at the top of the page.

Dashboard

The dashboard is set to show you 5 random works and 5 random bookmarks every time you refresh the page. Sometimes I like to refresh for fun, just to see what it gives me this time. Also a good place to start if you’re not sure how to filter.

Note: if you do not have an ao3 account, you will not be able to see fics that are available to registered users only. If you forget to log in and wonder why there are suddenly less fics, this is why. It’s a very slight discrepancy, something like 5 fics, so those without an account don’t have to worry.

The menu on the left side of the page is fairly straightforward.

Profile, FAQ, & Subcollections

“Profile” contains the intro, which is also visible on the top of the dashboard there explaining what the collection is, and also has the FAQ page, which coincidentally is the next item on the menu.

The FAQ is a little messy, but it’s a good place to start. Get a feel for it. See the tags I use. Find out why I started this project (take a good guess. I’ll wait). I also have a brief list of books with canonically diabetic characters, forever incomplete because I forget it exists.

Don’t worry about “Subcollections.” I don’t have any yet. Hence the (0).

Now, we get to the good stuff!

Fandoms

“Fandoms” takes you to a list of every fandom tagged by fics located in the Works section. This does NOT count fics located in the Bookmarks section.

Be forewarned parent tags are at play here. Meaning, this page shows that only 13 fics are tagged with the MCU fandom, but if you click the link provided, way more fics show. Why does this happen? Because a fic tagged specifically with The Avengers (Marvel Movies) is still contained within the larger MCU parent tag and thus will be included when you select the parent tag.

It makes the numbers look screwy. Don’t stress about it.

Basically, if you want Iron Man fics and ONLY Iron Man fics, click that link and you’ll get everything tagged with Iron Man. If you like the Marvel Cinematic Universe but don’t particularly care if you get Cap or Thor? Select the MCU tag and you can see everything within it. Etc.

Works

“Works” is set up just like any other Works page on AO3. 20 per page, number of fics on the top, filters on the right, fics in the middle.

The filters on the right also work just as they do elsewhere on AO3. You can choose what to include, what to exclude. Ratings, Warnings, Categories. Fandoms, Characters, Relationships, and Additional Tags will show you the top 10 under each, and you filter as desired. Crossovers, Completion Status, Wordcount, and Date Updated options are available at the bottom.

NOTE: Fics in the “Works” page are tagged ONLY by the author. The tagging system described in the FAQ and later here applies ONLY to bookmarks.

If you’re new to AO3 in general, this is where you can play around. Filter to include F/F fics. Exclude Supernatural. Include fics with Established Relationships. Exclude Major Character Death. One filter at a time or all at once! Figure out how it works and then use it how you want.

Bookmarked Items

I do NOT keep duplicate fics. If a fic is located in the works, it will NOT be found in the bookmarks, and vice versa. Any duplicates are accidental and I try hard to remove them immediately.

For readers, there’s not really much difference b/w Works and Bookmarks here, except for the fact I can add my own tags and descriptors to bookmarks and I can’t do that for works. For writer’s, it’s a permission thing. I won’t get into it on this post.

The first thing to notice is the little dropdown I’ve selected on the right of the above picture, within the filters. Date Bookmarked is selected, and underneath is the option Date Updated. Either is fine. The first is when I saved it to the collection, the latter is when the fic was published/updated by the author.

The option to filter by the Author’s tags are still present here, just like the “Works” page. Include, exclude, warnings, fandoms, etc.

There’s also this cool little drop-down beaneath Additional Tags called Bookmarker’s Tags. See it over there on the right?

(If you ever hear me rambling about my precious tagging system, this is what I’m talking about. FYI: you can add tags and notes to your AO3 bookmarks!!!)

The filters on the right show the top 10 tags, just like they do for the Fandom and Character areas. Exclude some, and the next top 10 will appear. Just from the ones in this picture, you probably get the idea I like to tag a lot of things :P. Let’s get wild here and break it all down so you know the options. (Also a good time to refer to the FAQ page.)

Bookmarker’s Tags:

Diabetic Character means a POV character has diabetes. Am considering changing it to Diabetic POV Character, but that’ll take a bit so I’ll let you know.

POV Character Does NOT Have Diabetes. Self-explanatory. Frequently goes with: Secondary Character is Diabetic, which means the POV character is...not diabetic.

Canon Diabetic Character means the character has t1d in the original material. Ex: Stacey McGill from the Baby-Sitters Club and Kyle Broflovski from South Park. Does NOT mean they are the POV character.

Type 1 Diabetes means t1d is specified in EITHER the fic itself OR the author’s notes while Unspecified Diabetes Mellitus is, you guessed it, not specified, but can be interpreted as t1d. If you don’t want to risk it, exclude the Unspecified tag and include Type 1 Diabetes.

NOTE: there is, so far, 1 fic each for Monogenic Diabetes, Cystic Fibrosis-Related Diabetes, and Unnamed LADA. These are still considered T1D by modern medical professionals, but are technically sub-types and can have different experiences. (I’m hoping to get a new LADA tag when someone actually names it in a story, but we’ll see. LMK if you see it.)

Diabetic ___ is used to specify which character is diabetic. Diabetic Original Character or Diabetic Peter Parker. etc. Fill-in at your own risk with these because there’s usually not enough fics per character to get into the top 10 tags.

Series just means it is a series that is bookmarked, and not an individual fic.

External Source means the fic is located off AO3, usually FFN but sometimes Quotev or possibly Wattpad. I can’t remember. Your choice to include or exclude, but don’t be surprised if you click through a link and it takes you elsewhere. NOTE: AO3 will warn you underneath the fic’s title if it’s located externally, but you can’t filter with that warning. You can filter with my tags. 

The Wordcount tags are self-explanatory.

T1D-specific tags I use/created for filtering are:

Insulin Pump

Multiple Daily (Insulin) Injections

Continuous Glucose Monitor

Diabetes Alert Dog

T1 Diabetes Diagnosis

Glucagon

Diabetic Ketoacidosis

Diabulimia

Diabetes Camp

Diabetic Burnout

Artificial Pancreas

Be forewarned that the Diabetes Alert Dog tag has some, uh, creative interpretations when super-powered noses are involved.

So now that we know what is usually tagged, let’s try filtering with them! Let’s say we want a Diabetic Character with Type 1 Diabetes who uses an Insulin Pump. We’ll include those 3 tags on the filter on the right, and exclude External Source, because we want to stay on AO3 right now.

You can’t see it on the page, but that brought us right down to 9 fics (I’m logged out.) Much easier to read through in one sitting than 180 fics!

Now, maybe we’re not done. Maybe you want to go to the Fandoms drop-down and filter there. Exclude the ones you’re not familiar with, and so on. Include the Fluff fics under the Additional Tags drop-down. Your choice.

Or...you can check out the other Bookmarker’s Tags that have suddenly found themselves in the top 10 tags of this new filter.

Selecting Canon Diabetic Character, for me today, brought me one Stacey McGill fic and one Kyle Broflovski fic. If I don’t like either of those characters, easy peasy, I’ll remove CDC from the include and put it under exclude.

Or what if I don’t care if the diabetes if specified so long as it’s there, or if I don’t care if the fic is on AO3 or elsewhere, but I really, really want a fic where the character has both an insulin pump and a CGM?

Clear your other filters, make sure Insulin Pump and Continuous Glucose Monitor are both included, and ta-da.

Or maybe I’ve already scoured the Insulin Pump tag, and I want to see what else there is now, but I don’t want the fics I’ve already seen to get in my way. What then?

Exclude Insulin Pump from your search. Abracadabra.

Another thing you might notice while browsing is an extra little box at the bottom of each bookmark:

See where it says “Bookmarked by ___” ?

Everything below that is added by the person who made the bookmark. Everything ABOVE it was entered by the author. Don’t be confused.

This will allow you to see, although not filter, every tag on the work. For this particular bookmark, we can see I used: Diabetic Character, Diabetic Obi-Wan Kenobi, Insulin Pump, and Unspecified Diabetes Mellitus. I didn’t put the wordcount in for some reason. Possibly because the fic is a WIP and being actively updated. We won’t worry about that.

We can decipher from the tags here that Obi-Wan Kenobi is a POV character with diabetes. Although the type has not yet been specified in the fic, we can also see that he has an insulin pump and a CGM.

(I also know this author has written several fics featuring diabetes, and always writes about type 1. That’s something you'll get a feel for as you read more fics.)

The bookmarker can also enter a comment here, usually drawing attention to a specific thing (or marking which chapter I last stopped reading at, which you don’t have to worry about :P). For this fic, I chose to put a brief excerpt from the fic itself. I do that because my memory is unpredictable. You can ignore these.

Disclaimer: the bookmarker’s tags are meant to be used WITH the author’s tags, NOT in place of. I do not tag genre, other characters, fandoms, etc. except in very rare occurrences.

Randoms Items & People

Moving back to that little menu on the left of the Dashboard, “Random Items” doesn’t really do anything since the Dashboard is already set to randomize Works and Bookmarks. Sorry. :)

The “People” section shows collection members. I’ll make another post about members eventually, but basically, members can add their own works and their own bookmarks without moderator approval. Anybody else needs to submit the fic/bookmark and wait for me to check. (Which you can totally do.)

Tbh the “People” tab really doesn’t hold that much for readers, with the chance possibility of introducing you to other people who are interested in the topic. It’s really just another permissions thing.

And, finally, we come to the last tab on the menu...

TAGS

The “Tags” button is pretty cool, although I admit it’s not one I personally use often.

The larger the font, the more often the tag is used in the collection’s works. Note this applies to WORKS only, and not bookmarks. Scrolling through it gives you a quick summary of what’s more popular to write about. It shows every tag used in a collected work, though, so it’s a fairly long section.

Selecting a tag will take you to the works in the collection which used that tag. So you can use it as another way to filter, if you want.

You did it! You have finished reading my guide, young padawan, and are now ready to search and filter fics all on your own! Hooray!

(Feel free to shoot me a DM if you can’t figure something out or send an ask if you want something specific found. We can brainstorm together.)

[ggukkiedae]

my international legality 🦊💜

weverse 221213, 11:20pm

yoonmj goes live real quick for her birthday

italics are spoken in english

not proofread, i'm recovering from finals and those two ot7 photos from today 😭 but just wanted a little birthday snippet for my girl

the live starts with her smiling and checking herself in the camera

"give me a minute, guys, then i'll start"

she hums an unfamiliar tune for a few minutes before she puts on a smile

"hi, guys! long time no see on weverse, huh?"

bestie you've been on here constantly

"i know" she laughs "i meant on live. i know i said i was on hiatus until i graduate, but i thought it would be nice to come on here and celebrate my birthday with you guys, even just for a bit"

she silently reads through the comments, greeting hi to a few different comments in different languages

a small shake of the camera made her let out a small laugh while she hit someone off camera

why are you in a car?

"well, i'm on the way home because i spent the day with the tannies. kookie oppa is driving, and jiminie oppa is holding the camera for me. we're gonna have a midnight dinner at my place. maybe i should play midnight rain"

she turns the camera to the two sides, showing off a driving jungkook and a wrapped up jimin.

"you are not playing a sentimental song when we should be celebrating," jungkook gave her a quick look before turning back to the road

"i believe our aegi deserves a happy greeting song," jimin coos before starting to sing. "even if she is now considered an adult all over the world."

jimin and jungkook started singing happy birthday, both going extra and making riffs while she just laughed and covered her face in amusement. they finished one round of the happy birthday song in korean then one in english then again in korean

jungkook held up a finger in front of her, which she blew. he quickly folded it over, imitating a candle going out

you look tired. are you okay?

"i'm fine," she smiled, "finals just ended, and today was quite emotionally draining. for now, i'm on break and get to watch my friends perform"

she sat back a little, probably remembering the different stages she's watched from home recently rather than from in the venue like she was used to in the past how many years

how was txt in manila?

"how did you guys know i was there?"

jimin laughed off camera. yoonmi looked over at something, probably jimin showing her something on his phone. she chuckled and shook her head while grabbing the phone from him and showing it on camera"

"remind me to put this on my instagram story"

there were four photos. first was a selfie she was taking while seri and beomgyu squished their cheeks to hers. second was one of her laughing at yeonjun who had her in a headlock. third was her doing a "chic model" pose with the soobin and the maknaes. fourth was a decent photo of all seven of them, the last photo being them with the banners from the manila concert. the caption read "happy birthday to the most supportive sunbae who flew to her hometown for our last stop on tour. txt's honorary 7th member, happy birthday!"

"you guys should have tweeted this and tagged the bangtan account," she laughed, "but thank you. i love you guys. as for the concert, it was amazing, of course. txt are amazing performers, and they've grown so much. i honestly can't wait to see the distances they'll reach with how talented they are. and, before you ask, i have an nda that keeps me from spoiling anything about their comeback"

"apparently that doesn't work for bangtan content," jungkook snorted.

she leans back with a sheepish smile on her face "i'm not technically under an nda for bangtan things, they just trust me"

"more like they trust us to keep you from spoiling," jungkook shot back playfully

"yeah, yeah, don't start, it's my birthday"

do you have a birthday wish?

"i got part of what i wanted," she smiled. "i spent the day with the tannies, and i'm about to have a midnight dinner with the oppas, my brother, and his family. i just kinda wish i could see channie oppa and our family. my boyfriend... i really want to see mark oppa, too, but we haven't seen each other recently because we've both been busy"

her fingers lightly tugged at her hair while she spoke

"it's just been kinda... bittersweet? yeah today's been strange, but i'm glad i get to spend time with people i love. you guys included, of course!"

she laughs to herself "gosh, i've gotten so bad at lives"

a hand reaches into frame, stopping her own from tugging her hair. she smiles down and squeezes at it, smiling at the side jimin was sitting on in thanks for comforting her

yoongi marry me

she bursts into giggles while jimin and jungkook are just laughing. it takes a good few minutes for them to calm down before she speaks

"i'll be sure to pass the message on"

the members' greetings for you were so cute!

you really are still bangtan's baby

she looks up at jungkook and jimin "yeah, it was pretty sweet. i just didn't think they were doing anything specific these past few weeks when they kept telling me to pose certain ways with them. how they came up with recreating our first photos together, i don't know. i cried, but when do i not cry?"

jungkook's voice cut in "you should have seen her, it was like someone played the saddest video on earth"

there was a smack and jungkook crying out in pain. yoonmi laughed while some bickering played out in front of her of jimin telling jungkook to stop picking on yoonmi while jungkook justified that that's how their friendship works

"this is what i deal with on a daily basis" she pretended to roll her eyes "this is my reality, guys"

if you had the chance to teleport and pause time today for as long as you want and choose who to unfreeze with you, what would you do?

"i'd visit channie oppa and my family," she smiles to herself, "i'd ask for a lazy day with them because i know channie oppa needs to rest. then probably hang out with mark oppa. finally, i'd have all the tannie oppas with me for a nice meal. all of them. and maybe we could talk about old memories for a bit before we move on with our lives again."

"that actually sounds really nice," jimin noted. jungkook hummed in agreement.

she zoned out for a bit before a notification from her phone popped up. she read it and smiled.

"the bighit 01s are coming over for midnight dinner, too," she smiled before looking up. "we're getting pretty close, i think, so i might have to end this live here. thanks for the birthday greetings, luvs. i appreciate you all! see you when my hiatus is over, i'll be freshly graduated with some new things in store for you"

with that, she began waving at the live, moving the camera forward so if caught jimin in shot as well. he waved, too. "bye, army! take care!"

there was a shout goodbye from jungkook, making jimin and yoonmi laugh. she moves closer to the camera, crossing her eyes slightly before laughing and moving back

"thanks for spending this international legality car party with me. sorry i didn't prepare much. love you, army! see you when i see you!"

-end-

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[ellievickstar]

Bad Days and Cuddly Mornings

(Geddit?)

A/N: I don’t usually write for Rhys. Usually I don’t write for males that already have mates in their series but since this is a reaquest I know this reader happens to be really into Az so I am writing that instead. And don’t argue “Oh Lucien has a mate” or “Oh Azriel is technically taken” No if Lucien and Azriel had a relationship status it would be “it’s complicated” That’s not taken bitches. Also before you ask “Why haven’t you been posting anything?” Writer’s block. I have four drafts in my file. Writer’s block people.

Ship: Azriel x Illyrian!Reader

Requested: Yes! Thank you for making this request @cityofidek but I don’t really write for taken males unless it’s Cassian or Az. (I’m so sorry) But I knew you liked Az so I hope this is okay! Based on this request!

The anger was practically roiling off him.

Shadows danced around him as he stormed through the room, removing his weapons belt and different leathers. His Hazel eyes were blazing as he huffed and plopped onto the bed. I knew this was serious, not from the lethal calm rage on his face but because of the flicker of sorrow behind his .

I approached the bed and sat beside him, my own wings tucking into my back as I rubbed his shoulder. Are you okay? I asked in his mind.

It’s just that Cassian was being a prick but we got attacked and people died. Azriel’s voice, even mentally, sounded like it was cracking. I shifted myself to sit in his lap as I faced him and kissed his cheek lightly.

That’s never your fault, you know that. I replied in his mind. He sighed outwardly as he gripped my waist so I wouldn’t fall. I hummed as I wrapped my arms around his torso and buried my face into his neck.

My sweet Illyrian mate, always knowing what to say. His voice sounded amusing but darkness still guttered in his eyes. I pushed him down on the bed as he hugged me and switched our positions so that he was hugging my waist as he lay his head on my stomach. I giggled but rubbed his scalp lightly, hoping to coax him to fall asleep. It wasn’t until his breathe steadied and slowed did I finally stopped, tilting my body to kiss his head as I bid his sleeping form goodnight.

DA NEXT DAYYY (No it was not a typo it’s an inside joke)

Rising to the early morning sun, I was surprised to Azriel still there since Cassian usually dragged him out of bed by dawn, especially after an incident like yesterday. I reached out to caress his cheek but decided against it, afraid to wake him. His hand shot out faster then light as it grabbed my wrist and led my hand back to the path to his face. I chuckled as he cracked one eye open and grinned.

“To think you’d be brawling with Cassian right now,” I laughed as his lips twitched. He tugged me towards him as he buried his face in my hair. My hands were flat against his chest.

“You are so incredible, you know that?” “I know,” I smiled as his voice was muffled, his face still hidden from my view but I knew he was grinning wildly now. As I tilted my head I still saw a flicker of the horrors from yesterday but he looked better.

“I love you, more then you know,” I mumbled as I traced circles on his chest. He kissed my temple as he smiled softly, “I love you too, to whatever end,” He whispered. I smiled as he tugged me closer, fully determined to spend the rest of the day at home.

A/N: Again, I know this isn’t really what you asked for and I can’t express how sorry I am. This fanfiction is kind of terrible cause I’m having serious writer’s block problems. I have four drafts in my files. Four. I have a problem. @cityofidek I know you asked for Rhys but my morals won this debate for me I am so so so sorry.

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[christinesficrecs]

Hi! Hope youre doing well and all i have been wanting for a while to read some sterek military au but more like Squared Away where they fight monsters or whatever and less like fighting real countries pls?

Hope you have a good day <3

Sure! Also, try the military tag here. AND the space AUs here.

The Division by  traveller | 11.3K

They recruited him right out of high school. He doesn’t know why he accepted, he. He just did. Maybe because at eighteen he’d already seen more death than a lot of people did by eighty, and maybe this was a chance to get around it, get ahead of it, put an end to it. Some of it. Death itself can’t be stopped, not without something worse. Maybe he thought they’d show him how to be the something worse.

Squared Away by  Suaine | 15.8K

Alpha LT Derek Hale gets a promotion, a pack, and a mission. Stiles is a complication.

Specialized Technical Intelligence and Logistics for Earth and Space (S.T.I.L.E.S) by  Yiichi | 73.4K

“What the hell kind of a name is Stiles?” he asked. “You know, a series of sounds spoken in a particular sequence that represent my identity, primarily, referring to me?“ the AI – Stiles – answered cheekily, crossing his own arms in front of his chest, mirroring Derek’s position. “Ooh, this one’s feisty,” Peter smirked.

A Wildness Warily Awakened by Etharei | 64.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale and his Specialized Combat Agents Unit are assigned to B-CON Base, a research facility in the heart of the lone human settlement on planet Cali. Normally, such an isolated place would not warrant the presence of Specs - the Infection is raging across the known galaxy, after all, and zombies don’t kill themselves (unless there are no tastier alternatives at hand) - but Derek is on a private hunt for his sister. He soon discovers that the rest of his team have ties to the place as well.

It’s all just coincidence, of course. (No matter what Stiles bleats on about those.)

Also, zombies.

When Life Hands You Werewolves by uraneia | 4.6K

A month ago John's team rescued a former runner named Derek Hale. He's great to have on offworld missions--he's like a danger magnet; nobody else gets so much as a splinter. But there's just something different about him. John can't quite put his finger on it....

the ring of the ancestors is not a euphemism by kellifer_fic | 10.6K

Stiles hadn't noticed the way the entire commissary had gone silent when the guy had approached his table, or the two military escorts that had been flanking him, looking at each other like maybe they should be intervening but weren't sure how. All he saw was someone stealing the last dessert from him and Stiles didn't think about it, he just reached across the table and snatched it back with a, "What the hell, dude?"

Enemy Lines by  qhuinn (tekla) | 149.1K

This is the story of werewolf Derek Hale and human Stiles Stilinski: two people who grew up in the same town but completely different worlds, their realities split by the war between men and wolves.

We Fight Monsters Together by scarlettletterr | 11.5K | Explicit

Derek Hale doesn't trust humans anymore and is determined to pilot his family’s mecha alone. Too bad he doesn't get a choice when he's paired up with the brightest most sarcastic human mind to ever come out of Beacon Hills in the form of Stiles Stilinski.

[ionlydrinkhotwater]

Again I'm still working on my COBB COMIC called The Gift Box and it's taking ages to finish. It's taking even longer because I have the flu. So again I'm gonna talk about quotes from the series that have kept me up at night.

This quote from Baz in AWTWB

You and me both pal. One of the things that Rowell strongly implied/kinda just spelled out in the WS Annotated Playlist is that Simon suffered from "trauma, abuse and neglect" but neither she nor Simon go into details. I've poured through the text to get small glimpses of Simon's past but they are few and far between. I hope Simon works through this stuff in therapy but knowing his luck he'll end up running into the WOM equivalent of a dementor and just be retraumatized:(

There is so much to unpack with these lines from Simon when talking about Penny and her ex. Has Simon experienced this or witnessed it? It's dark either way. He even tells Baz later that he's scared that Baz will get tired of him. This whole description is way to specific.

Simon going unresponsive is so dark to me. He gets overwhelmed to the point that he needs to mentally shut down is so messed up

This is interesting cause Simon is basically saying he never really believed in Father Xmas cause believing in him involves a loving adult keeping up the fiction and clearly the homes did not do this and when they made an attempt Simon was already disillusioned. He couldn't believe. Sounds familiar huh?

OK...what's with Simon's Basement thing? Where is this coming from? He brings it up twice in 2 different chapters. If this was any other character we'd get a whole explanation for this but since it's Simon he gives no context to this aversion, we just gotta take his word on this. He hates basements. I'm so curious as to whether this started with something that happened to him at Watford or before?

Given how much innuendo is saturating this learning to drive scene, it precipitates the firm not gentle stance Simon will later take in regards to his physical relationship with Baz.

The 'and more' part of that line is what's so interesting to me. First this whole thing gives me lady of the lake vibes from the Arthurian legends but also she is saying that Simon not only returned the magic he took but his own magic as well. In CO Baz and Penny talk theory about how Magic is based on a balance system. So Simon returning the magic to fill up the dead spots should eventually leave the magical atmosphere with a surplus this technically should be returned to Simon...so Smiths magic may not have affected Simon as it did others because magic itself is holding Simon's share in trust? Who knows but it's an interesting thought.

Thanks for the tags

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[elrielbaby]

A rant

Apparently I had some things to get off my chest 😆

Thought it would be worth mentioning, I read ACOSF more or less unaware of the whole Gw*nriel ship being a thing & noticed NOTHING romantic between them. I found the ‘you’re the new ribbon’ line as something akin to friendly banter. Post reading ACOSF I’m seeing all these posts about shipping Az & G and I’m like ?????? Seriously I thought something was wrong with me, I’d had a baby 6 months prior so thought okay maybe I just totally missed all these little clues. Flash forward to me re-reading CAREFULLY & here I am, a brand new Elriel baby Stan 🙌🏻

Also going to tag onto this more for myself than anyone else lol

• The Azriel bonus chapter is going to be mentioned in passing AT MOST. If we go back to how events from BC have been handled by SJM before this is how she addresses them (if at all) but also it’s what makes the most sense. Why would something that only a handful of readers were privy too, play such an important role in the upcoming books. If it was that important, it would have been available for all readers - otherwise there are going to be a lot of very confused readers!

• Also here’s what the BC meant to me when I read it - It confirmed what I had guessed at regarding Elain & Az (they’re falling in love) & furthered suspicion that G has powers & there’s something fishy going on in the library.

• Azriel was in love with Mor for 500 years. He’s finally moved on from her, do you really think he’s going to let go of the person responsible for helping him get over Mor because Rhys said so? Or because he re gifted a necklace to someone he thought might appreciate it? Nah. If you think this we have been reading vastly different versions of this series 😂

• I understand why people are confused about the whole age thing with Gw*yn. Here’s what I take it to mean - is she technically an adult? Yeah sure in the way 18 year olds are adults but are they mature? I know I wasn’t at 18! & to me that fits a lot with her behaviour/personality.

• Also just on like a personal level I feel like G’s not really for Azriel. They don’t mesh romantically for me

• If SJM were to make G & Az happen, how much backtracking would she have to do? It would be mental, for it to work she would have to dedicate at least a book to Elain & Az trying to make their relationship work only for it to fail. She doesn’t have enough books contracted for that! At least, from what I understand? Why would she have a book about Nessian then two on Elriel? Makes not a bit of sense to me.

• Again, personal opinion here. I don’t understand the hype. G is a fine character, really but I never felt overly connected to her? Is it the BC?

• also, don’t understand what Elain’s done that’s so wrong either.

• also, fuck lulu

[ominous-meme]

Hiya, everyone!! I was able to get a ticket to watch the online streaming of DigiFes 2022! The evening event had the whole Frontier Cast reading a new audio drama together, which takes place about 2 years after the series ends. Here are the details of what happens in the drama (whatever I understood, anyway! Please excuse any translation errors; my Japanese is still a work in progress):

Tagging @citrus-cactus, and anyone else who’d like to read this! I’ll write about the talk event in a separate post later on!

After becoming a middle schooler, Takuya gets an email telling him to come to that elevator area in Shibuya at 17:45…but when he goes, that mysterious elevator isn’t there

Izumi and Tomoki appear, and Takuya assumes they sent the mail to prank him, but it turns out they also got the same email

Junpei and Kouji also show up, with the latter seemingly enjoying teasing Takuya once or twice

Izumi’s kouhai gave her a stomach band (haramaki) as an elementary school graduation present (Junpei sounds jealous)

Tomoki is now the same age as “Takuya-oniichan” when they had the original adventure

Junpei and Kouji didn’t send the email either, so Takuya assumes it’s Kouichi, and states he may have come into contact with some dark and corrupt file or organisation and they may have to fight said organisation (Izumi thinks he may just be planning a surprise party or something)

But nobody believes him, not even Tomoki LMAO

Kouji spills some TEA: apparently Kouichi went out for tea…WITH A GIRL

Btw, the twins canonically attend the same middle school

So the girl wanted to confess to Kouichi, BUT SHE CONFESSED TO KOUJI BY ACCIDENT

He told Kouichi about it, but he apparently made a promise on his behalf to meet with her later

Kouichi suddenly appears and is like “Kouji, what the HELL did you do????”

Apparently Kouichi wanted to turn the girl down, but couldn’t, and somehow ended up meeting the girl’s PARENTS (comparing it to an arranged marriage meeting or something like that), because Kouji seemed to have made some pretty grand promises to the girl about “our future” (I didn’t fully catch what they said in this bit, sorry!)

The twins collectively share one (1) braincell, and apparently the twin with permanent custody is NOT Kouji

But they seem to have gotten used to being brothers - they get into a MASSIVE argument about the miscommunication involving the confession

“KOUICHIIIIII!!!” “KOUJIIIIIII!!”

Tomoki: “Twins…they’re really something, aren’t they?” (He used the word 大変 which refers to then situation being unfortunate)

Back to the mysterious email, the gang wonders who sent it, as the culprit could only be someone who knows about their adventure. Tomoki speculates about it being Katsuharu or one of the others from his group, but they don’t have the gang’s emails

Junpei comes to the conclusion that one of the gang is therefore lying: hence, the reveal of “Detective Junpei Shibayama”

Izumi: “when the heck did you become a detective”

“Detective Junpei Shibayama’s Case Files: Season 3, will now begin!”

Kouji: “Season 3?” Kouichi: “When was this series even confirmed?”

Junpei labels everyone as a suspect, and accuses the twins of being the culprits behind the email, because they could have alibis for each other, and there is a history of the twins impersonating each other, and therefore they used the girl’s confession to their advantage (and presumably sent the email from her phone? Idk, I couldn’t keep up with the technical details of Junpei’s “evidence”)

Junpei accuses the twins of currently impersonating each other, and they’re the culprits

Kouji: “Nope, you’re wrong” Kouichi: “Our faces are the same, but our voices are very different - shouldn’t you know that much?”

Everyone else starts getting into Detective Mode from then on, starting with Takuya, who suspects Izumi due to something about the haramaki from earlier (didn’t catch the explanation)

But absolutely nobody even takes his accusation seriously

The twins: 😑😑

Next is Tomoki’s investigation- his suspect is Junpei, because the culprit needs electricity to manipulate radio waves and send the email, and the only one who could do that is Blitzmon, Junpei’s spirit

Junpei: “My spirit isn’t that of electricity, it’s thunder” Tomoki: “Oh yeah” Junpei: “Don’t ‘oh yeah’ me!”

Izumi gives it a shot: her suspect is Tomoki

Tomoki, very straightforwardly: “Nope” Izumi: *goes on anyway*

Izumi: “The reason is that Tomoki is shy and embarrassed!” Tomoki: “I have never been embarrassed”

Izumi: “ The mail is anonymous, meaning the sender didn’t want to be known. Why would that be? Well, Tomoki wanted to see us and missed us all so bad, but he was too shy to say so. So he sent this email to have us gather together!”

A couple of them are convinced, with Kouichi saying that this is the closest thing to the truth so far

Everyone starts arguing about it, but Kouji jumps right in and accuses Takuya of being the culprit (unsurprisingly)

But since Takuya only recently got a cellphone of his own, he states that he has no idea how to send an email like that

Junpei: *attempts to bribe the culprit into revealing themselves using chocolate* (some detective you are)

Takuya: *yells at the culprit to reveal themselves, because it’s getting late and everyone’s tired*

No culprit is revealed, and Takuya is MISERABLE

Izumi: “But…I had fun. Seeing everyone’s faces after so long, having conversations with everyone…I feel good.”

Everyone agrees, and decides to go out and eat soba

They go to the restaurant, and everyone’s phones notify them of another email - and then the phones start glowing like they did when they turned into Digivices last time

Takuya: *laughs* “So that’s what it is…the culprits are you guys, right? Agnimon…”

Everyone’s respective spirits send them a message, checking in on them after so long (In order: Agnimon, Wolfmon, Fairymon, Chakmon, Blitzmon, Löwemon)

THE END

[eldrai]

Please do!

Bless you, anon, for asking about it. Apologies in advance for wonky tumblr formatting. My response is uploaded on my ao3 here and is probably easier to read there.

This Is Calm And He’s A Doctor

Fandom Ableism in Criminal Minds

So this is a response to my post here which is talking about ableism in fandom spaces. The most major trend in the CM fandom (not the show – the show treats anything that isn’t depression or anxiety as Horrifying Serial Killer disorder because it’s 2000s copaganda) is the infantilisation of Reid.

As an autistic person myself, to be honest, I find it really uncomfortable.

Disclaimer: this is a trend I’ve noticed and is not about any one person in particular. Just want to make that very clear. Also yes, I know this is fanfiction, people do this for fun, they owe me nothing. And this isn’t me telling people not to write Reid or that they should only do it one way. This is me explaining my discomfort. That is all.

Reid is incredibly smart, not only in achieving his PhDs at his age but the outside knowledge he has of just about everything due to his eidetic memory. He’s also good at making connections between items of evidence and picking up on patterns in the geographical profiles. Since the start of the series he’s gained more confidence in social interactions and he’s shown to be able to fend for himself in interactions with unsubs both in interviews and out. He carries a gun after he passed the qualifications for it early on in the series. He often gives clear lectures on topics he’s an expert on in front of full auditoriums (and OK, his jokes might not always land but that’s hardly a professional impairment). He is at minimum competent and most of the time far more than that. And he’s autistic.

Though it’s never confirmed technically, it’s a popular interpretation followed by a lot of people, and a lot of those people write autistic!Reid as a dedicated tag. Due to CM being, again, an early 2000s TV programme, he is never allowed more clear identifiers but it’s generally agreed he is autistic, whether that’s the main plot point of a fic or not.

Yet there is a trend in fanfic where Reid is treated like a child. An adult autistic FBI agent with multiple PhDs treated like the baby of the team because he is autistic (or displays autistic traits) and as an autistic person, it’s uncomfortable to see happen. Even on a less personal level, the portrayal of Reid as relying on the team as opposed to being supported by them, like the rest of the characters are, is just out of character. This is the same man who had to take care of his schizophrenic mother after his father left. Beyond his addiction, he is never shown to be unable to take care of himself. I don’t doubt part of the infantilisation comes from the addiction but that’s not a topic I know enough about to have much of a take on, which is why I’m focusing on the autism instead.

I want to make it clear that this treatment of Reid is not automatically the same as fics with him being more ‘openly’ autistic or having higher support needs. It’s a venn diagram with some overlap but it’s not a given thing. There are plenty of really good fanfic out there that doesn’t infantilise him. Nor am I saying the people who do infantilise him do it out of malice or on purpose.

The difference is in the approach and intent.

An adult with high support needs is still an adult. You wouldn’t treat them like a child because they are an adult. If someone had trouble with auditory processing or following instructions and required clearer and simpler phrasing, you might talk to them differently but you would still not talk to them like a child – an adult with specific needs. You wouldn’t be talking down because you are aware you’re talking to an adult. To automatically talk to the adult as you would a child is ableist. To view them as less capable of understanding is ableist. The entire concept of ‘mental age’ is bad, though other people have written far more about that in disabled circles, because it often leads people to treat disabled adults as children.

There is nothing inherently childish about disabled adults or anyone with higher support needs. And autistic people are autistic but we are not only autistic.

And this is where I think people can go wrong – even and especially people with good intentions! In not erasing Reid’s autistic traits it’s easy to get caught up on focusing on him being autistic. And that isn’t inherently bad.

But when the writing or narrative starts to treat him like a child, that’s when it becomes uncomfortable. Because it strips away his agency and erases who he is as a character. It suggests that autistic people and/or their needs are childish just for being autistic. Infantilisation is a very real thing for many, many autistic people so to see it in fic over and over again, especially for Reid whose character epitomises intelligence, can get incredibly wearing.

For example, this ask highlights that the language used can be condescending:

I think the other thing I’ve seen (as an autistic adult very close in age to S1 Reid) is that the other characters (particularly Hotch) will call Reid “buddy”

In canon, the only person Hotch ever calls buddy is Jack, and Jack is four-five in most of his appearances. In his last appearance, he’s about ten. So that is just something that kind of infuriates me. In a lot of interactions people write between the team and autistic Reid, it sounds more like the interaction should happen with Henry or Jack, when Reid is a fully grown adult.

When the interaction between an autistic adult and his colleagues who have the same job as him can be imagined between a child instead, it comes across as incredibly infantilising. We do see Morgan call him ‘kid’ in the show but that comes across as light teasing, more because Reid’s the youngest and (at the start) newest member of the team, sort of like siblings.

Another example of the wider treatment of Reid in the fandom, not just limited to fic, is the way other characters are often demonised for interrupting him when on the job. I love Reid’s infodumping and it is genuinely endearing. I’ve also been in similar situations where I either do realise I need to stop or someone gives me some cue to. But Reid has a job to do – generally a pretty urgent one. Yes, the others can be more polite in cutting him off, especially in the earlier seasons. No, I don’t think it is as rude as some people do. They do need to move on from topic to topic, especially at a crime scene with a lot of evidence and clues to process, and Reid would know that the job involves that. Sometimes it is necessary to move on and the team often does this with just his name – which is not a particularly negative cue in itself.

This often ties in with the belief that he’s unable to stick up for himself if he did see it as rude. As Reid mentions: he was in LA public schools at nine and he is an adult during the series, albeit a young one. I doubt he completely lacks the ability to ask someone not to interrupt him – the same colleagues he’s comfortable enough with to mess around with physics tricks. If it is shown they address him as Dr. Reid deliberately so local police know how to address him, I believe the show might have shown if he was uncomfortable with being interrupted.

As the show goes on we also see this become more casual and more easily intuited by Reid, which suggests it’s not something he is opposed to. This interaction between him and Hotch in 7x07

    Reid: I’m rambling again, aren’t I?

Hotch: Yes.

is presented naturally in the show, and Reid himself being the one to ask Hotch shows that he does not mind being told when he is rambling. (Also, I firmly believe this is one of the most autistic interactions in the entire show from both sides but that’s neither here nor there). A few episodes later in 7x11 Reid calls out someone faking their cousin being the unsub for attention in front of many people and news cameras so I think it’s fair to say by this time in canon he’d be confident enough to speak to the team about his infodumping.

In 7x21 this is even more casual, where Hotch lightly taps Reid on the arm again implying that it is a relatively common occurrence. Even in an early season (2x13) Hotch does it with the dialogue “Reid. Stop, please.” and it’s worth noting that beforehand, Prentiss was engaging with his infodumping, not discouraging. In another episode it is “Reid. Reid. How do we find them?” which arguably redirects him to explain how his observation is linked to the case rather than cutting it off completely.

Therefore I find that the impact of the team interrupting or redirecting Reid is often not as large as many people insinuate or, to phrase it better, the intent and execution of it by the team as less mean. Again, autistic people are not children: Reid is more than capable of (a) dealing with hurt feelings and (b) speaking up about hurt feelings and is never shown to dislike the team for it. While this can be a painful experience for autistic people in real life it is not presented as such in the show and implying it must automatically be for Reid erases his agency and ability to handle such situations and/or emotions on his own.

As an aside, the belief that Hotch is mean/cold/unemotional is often evidenced by his lack of expression and affect. I have no problem with that belief based on canon evidence. What I am not a fan of is this idea that if you don’t perform emotions correctly – i.e. the way society at large decides people should – that you lack them entirely.

Reid’s canon snippier or badass moments, such as 3x14, going into the train to talk to the psychotic unsub, talking down numerous other unsubs and more I haven’t even seen yet (as of early Season 9)  – many of them except the iconic “This is calm and it’s Doctor.” – are often overlooked to feed into this narrative. Reid is highly capable and it’s proven many times throughout the show. His performance only really suffers during/after the Maeve ordeal, his dilaudid addiction and the migraine arc, which are all reasonable circumstances that any person would find it hard to work well through.

And this idea of Reid being more fragile than he really is in canon has a tendency to extend to fic via his hurt feelings being used as a plot device for members of the team to have to help or ‘save’ him as if he couldn’t do those things if they weren’t there to remind him. Full disclosure here: this includes a couple of my own fics too. When the plot hinges around Reid, who is more than competent, being unable to deal with a few mean words and relies on the allistic (non-autistic) people rescuing him… it can feel demeaning.

That isn’t to say he can’t ever be fragile or hurt. That’s not to say those things can’t ever bother him because of course they can, and the team should be there for him. But like the rest of the team, he is fully capable of holding his own. If nothing else, to say he isn’t is out of character.

Another area in which the infantilisation becomes quite clear is in shipping.

Again, I’m going to add a disclaimer that no ships, tropes and/or dynamics themselves are inherently the problem. That just isn’t how it works and to claim otherwise would be wrong and also erasing all the works using those things which do portray Reid well in character.

Most Reid ships using D/S or omegaverse dynamics place him into the traditionally submissive role as the smaller, more ‘innocent’ character. Admittedly this will have a lot to do with the stereotypes of masculine behaviour and appearance and there are people who can articulate that far better than I can. However, the choice frequently made to have the autistic character fill this role is worth questioning as I believe his autism plays a significant role in the decision.

There is a common stereotype of autistic characters being asexual and inexperienced with sex, or overly ‘innocent’ and pure despite being adults. It’s worth saying that there is nothing wrong with asexual autistic characters, especially when they are made or headcanoned by autistic and/or autistic asexuals, and asexual autistic people’s existence is not fulfilling stereotypes. The innocent perception comes from the idea autistic adults are unable of comprehending or enjoying sex, a blanket stereotype which can be harmful to real life autistic people.

In Reid’s case, he’s an adult who works for the BAU. He has seen incredibly graphic crime scenes which often involve sexual components and he is not shy about discussing the significance of the sexual elements. I would not say this makes him new to the subject even if he has not had or does not have sex. And though his awkwardness is often used as something of a joke, he’s shown at multiple points throughout the series to display romantic interest and have people be interested in him (Reid getting phone numbers and being propositioned, for starters, as well as Maeve) including Lila.

Yet many fics like to portray him as immature and completely new to the idea of sex to contrast him with someone more dominant and experienced who can show him the ropes, pun not intended. He’s hardly Derek Morgan but he is not completely unused to the idea of romantic and/or sexual relationships and the automatic assumption he would be – that his lack of major interest is an inherent quality in him rather than a choice, like with any other adult – reinforces the idea of autistic adults as innocent and childish.

(Note: it’s the idea of innocence vs the role of submissive that I’m questioning here. There is absolutely nothing wrong with autistic adults, real and fictional, taking on submissive roles. It’s just about being a constant pattern in fanfic.)

This is overwhelmingly present in Hotchreid fanfiction, though definitely not all: a tendency for Reid to be stripped of his wit, his immense knowledge and his confidence to fit neatly into the mold of almost helpless, ‘pure’ man relying on Hotch. Because it is almost always Reid forced into this role.

Why can’t Reid be dominant? Why can’t Reid enjoy sex just as much as other characters? Because he doesn’t have to talk about it all the time to do that. Why is it so often Reid being lead, Reid being new, Reid in that submissive role? I believe sometimes it is a good thing to question why we write what we write.

Of course, I see the appeal of Hotchreid and I see why people ship it. I’ve got nothing against it as a ship – the whole younger/older man thing? Yeah. It’s a big draw. And I’m not saying Reid is only ever put into that more submissive role because he’s autistic, because he isn’t, but I do believe it is a factor.

(A quick mostly unrelated tangent: Hotch married his childhood sweetheart. For most of the series he has only ever had two partners – if either of them are going to know the intricacies of BDSM, I’d put my money on the single avid reader. But that’s the fun of fiction, playing around with stuff!)

Even in fics without such dynamics (and I stress again the use of dynamics itself has nothing to do with my qualms here) the perception of Reid as the inexperienced partner who needs taking care of tends to bleed through. Having the autistic character seen as such where there is no reason he should be is again infantilising him, presenting him as less of an equal in maturity in the relationship.

This is my biggest reason to believe his autism can lead to the infantilisation. There is no need for someone to be so submissive out of a relationship with defined dynamics so the fact so many fics do still push elements of those tropes onto Reid is very telling. Like there’s something about Reid which makes people view him as more inexperienced and needy.

Hell, fanart often depicts Reid as much smaller in proportion to the team where canonically, there is only about an inch difference in height between Hotch (1.87m) – the tallest – and Reid and Morgan, who are both around 6’1” (1.85m) and this is in pieces which are not overly stylised. Reid might be a pipe cleaner with eyes (my favourite insult) but he’s not a short one. To be clear I’m not criticizing the quality of the art, because fanartists are incredibly talented, but the decision to make Reid so much smaller.

In particular, there is often a larger difference in size between Reid and Morgan than canonically exists with Reid being smaller and Morgan larger than canon. Black fans in other spaces have pointed out trends in fandom with racist overtones, e.g:

    Black/brown characters written or drawn as significantly larger (height and muscle-wise) than their canon self and/or a white character or a light-skinned character of color [Source]

It’s not my place to speak about this, so I’ll leave you with their thoughts and just add that Reid’s autistic traits go hand-in-hand with babying him.

It extends to platonic interactions with the team, at times treating him little better than an actual child. See: calling him ‘buddy’ which is the term literally used about Jack. Reid may be the youngest but he is a functioning part of the team, not a responsibility, not an obligation, yet so many fics work with the framework that he is simply unable to recognise his own needs. A trained FBI agent, may I remind you. And that’s not to say that he never struggles or he should never have his friends caring for him, but that it shouldn’t be any different to any of the rest of the team being comforted.

These things aren’t necessarily a problem but when they happen over and over again, all the time, when they start to become a pattern, it does raise the question: what about this character suggests he should be treated with kid gloves?

It isn’t intentional. I will say that now and I do believe it: people aren’t looking at Reid, going ‘oh, he’s autistic,’ and immediately deciding to put him in those roles. We are rarely so straightforward and most biases like that are completely unconscious. That’s what makes them tricky to talk about and to understand. Furthermore, having Reid be treated that way reads as out of character at times – this is the same Reid who has jokes made about his age, who the team go out of their way to introduce as Dr. specifically so that people know and respect him. Would they really turn around and treat him like he’s incapable of independence? Would Reid want or tolerate that?

And I’m not saying nobody should write the topics I’ve mentioned. These things existing is not a problem: sub Reid, omega Reid, the team taking care of. It’s when they become the only things Reid’s story is about, when the need for Reid to be infantilised is central to the story and his real character is erased, that we should question why.

Because from where I stand it looks an awful lot like his autistic traits.

[nevertheless-moving]

unproofread itty bitty drabble based on feelings about murderbot and hair below the cut hit me up in mb discord for more feelings about murderbot and hair:

Mensah came outside of the crowded farmhouse to stand beside me in the increasingly cool night air.

I struggled not to tense up, or say anything defensive.

“Noor was very excited about the braids you gave her,” she said casually.

I didn’t say anything.

“They were a good idea, especially with how thick the noseeums are this time of year. And they look lovely.”

This was excruciating. My drone inputs were capturing every moment and I still didn’t know what I was missing. I didn’t even need my assessment modules to read the hesitation on her face, the concern. Why the fuck wasn’t she just saying what I did wrong? I thought we were past this. I thought she knew that I preferred for her to just fucking tell me this shit.

“I just hope you didn’t feel like you had to do that. It would have been perfectly alright to ask Tano to come and help, it wouldn’t have been a bother. Noor’s young, but she’s perfectly capable of understanding the need to wait to play if it affects you.”

Oh. Oh I could see why Mensah would come to that conclusion, even if it was in error.

“I didn’t mind,” I said, starting to relax now that I understood why she was concerned.

She shot my closest drone a skeptical look.

“No, really,” I insisted, sending an amusement sigil through the feed, along with a short clip of Noor seated on a rock and humming patiently to herself while my hands wove through her hair, admittedly faster than a human could probably manage.

“It’s just hair,” I said.

She blinked a few times, processing that while I idly scrolled through my other drone inputs. Noor was still showing off her hair to her siblings. The corners of my mouth twitched up, probably with amusement over Mensah’s uncharacteristic confusion.

“And touching hair is…different than other forms of touch?” she said carefully.

My face likely made an expression at the phrase ‘forms of touch.’ I shrugged deliberately, but clearly that wasn’t enough of an answer because now her gaze was pointedly flickering between two of my drone inputs.

I sighed heavily. “There’s no fluids. There’s no…organic processes. It doesn’t move, let alone unexpectedly. It’s not even technically alive. It was more like grabbing the back of Ratthi’s shirt to keep him out of trouble than anything else, except probably softer.”

Mensah’s eyebrows went up suddenly at that last bit and I squirmed.

“Not in a weird way,” I added quickly.

She smiled. “Noor does have lovely hair,” she agreed. “I always loved washing it when she was little, but she’s getting a bit too big for that now.” She sighed heavily and I wasn’t really sure how to respond.

“So you won’t mind if she asks you to braid it again?”

I rolled my eyes. Given my observation of Noor’s younger offspring’s attention spans, I was fairly confident that the novelty of SecUnit doing hairstyles would wear out by the end of the evening.

Parents sometimes take it personally if you say things that could be considered attacks on their children’s intelligence, even if the children in question are being idiots so I just said “I don’t mind” and figured it wouldn’t come up again.

Just in case I started indexing the hairstyle media clips I had previously pulled from the public feed earlier. Some of them I tagged with different ID’s - this one was similar to the intricate loops Overse had worn at a formal event last year - I had wondered how those had stayed in. And this was a series by a stylist with an extremely similar hair type to Amena, though most of them seemed like far more work than I think she put into aesthetics. Oh and these—

Whatever, I was pretty bored and it was a mildly diverting intellectual exercise.

Obviously no one was going to ask a SecUnit to touch their hair.

[jungkxook]

—midnight getaway. (m)

⟶ pairing: jung wooyoung x fem!reader 

⟶ genre: sprinkle of youtuber!wooyoung + fluff / smut

⟶ words: 6,488

⟶ rating: 18+ 

⟶ summary: a “romantic” getaway surrounded by your friends leads to an interesting night alone with wooyoung

⟶ warnings: pwp, wooyoung says baby a lot bc he’s in love, some teasing woo, exhibitionism, doggy style, sort of praise kink, ass play (fingering, fem!recieving), breast play/fondling, finger sucking, riding, unprotected sex, creampie 

⟶ note: this is the first fic i’ve written in a while and my first ateez fic no one come for me pls also this is dedicated to the lovely @kithtaehyung​ !! thank you for always encouraging me and my wooyoung antics!! 💛

p.s. this is shamelessly inspired by this wooyoung selfie!!

“Ugh. You obviously like her.”

The begrudging sigh comes from Yeosang, narrowly giving Wooyoung a heart attack when he realizes that you’re still within earshot. This wouldn’t have been so much of an issue had Yeosang not been so clearly talking about you to Wooyoung, though he barely has any time to recollect himself. Instead, sprawled out on the poolside of the villa the group had rented out for their week-long vacation in Jeju Island, Wooyoung firstly decides that he has no idea what Yeosang’s talking about.

“We’re just friends,” Wooyoung retorts.

“A friend you invite with you on a romantic getaway?” Yeosang asks with a wolfish grin.

Wooyoung shakes his head. He can still see you through the windows of the villa, now in the kitchen talking to Hongjoong. You’re all bright-eyed and glowing from the sun, in a swimsuit you had been putting to use just a few minutes ago when you took a dip in the pool. “Some romantic getaway, considering there’s seven idiots in the same house as us. Also thought this trip was meant to have no distractions.”

Which isn’t really a lie, because while their trip to Jeju was mostly for their YouTube channels, it was also meant to serve as a well-deserved break for the boys, and their leisure work of choice wasn’t exactly taxing and the majority of their trip so far has been spent simply enjoying themselves. Hongjoong had been so adamant too that there would be nothing to hinder them during their well deserved break. And of course you jumped at the offer to tag along when Wooyoung asked you, because you were his best friend but, moreover, his best supporter when it came to his passion and his videos.

“Yeah,” San hums nonchalantly from within the pool. He had been one of the few to jump in with you earlier, “but I don’t think friends flirt with each other on a daily basis.”

“Not to mention your video was all about her,” Jongho adds from beside Wooyoung. “I thought we were supposed to be promoting tourism in Jeju, not Y/N.”

That was a bit of an exaggeration. Sure, you had featured in a lot of the video Wooyoung had only just posted for his “Our Side of the Story” series he was doing (mostly daily vlogs, or aesthetic short films that you’ve always loved ━ much like the others, who have found a way to incorporate their love for music, dance, cooking, and everything in between in their vlogs), but you always made an appearance when you were so close with him. His viewers were used to it by this point, safe for the occasional questioning comments as to whether or not you two were dating. This video in particular saw you having the most fun in a while, frolicking the streets of the city, sprinting across the beach into the shallows of the ocean to try and splash Wooyoung with water; shaved ice shared between you and him and the way you snuck a bite of his when he was preoccupied, bike rides along the waterfront, and clambering along hiking trails so you could pose in a field of flowers that you had so desperately wanted to see.

Now, Wooyoung gives a roll of his eyes. “Funny. I don’t know what you guys are talking about.”

“Yeah, sure,” Yeosang sighs again. “When are you gonna tell her the truth?”

“The video already kind of did,” Jongho points out tauntingly. “If I was Y/N, I would have already realized.”

“Yeah━” San is beaming now as he clambers out of the pool, “but if you don’t want her, Woo, can I make a pass at her? Y’know, just to help take her off your hands━ Ow! What the hell?”

San jumps suddenly when Wooyoung chucks one of the pillows off of the lawn chair at his head.

“Keep your hands off her━” Wooyoung chastises. It’s meant mostly as a joke, but he worries when he recognizes a small part of him seems to care a little too much.

The others seem to find it funny at least, erupting into howling laughter that’s quick to fade when you wander back out to the pool and throw yourself next to Wooyoung.

“They’re definitely starting to catch on.”

Wooyoung lets out a weary sigh, though you’re starting to find it difficult to focus as he continues to kiss down your throat.

So, maybe if any of the boys walked in and saw the both of you in such a compromising position, they would be indescribably confused while also preparing to point an accusatory finger at Wooyoung for technically lying to them. But it isn’t really a lie, and certainly not one neither he nor you were keen on keeping for very long. It’s just that it seemed a whole lot easier to keep your newfound two month relationship with Wooyoung a secret for a small while.

It was mostly to give the both of you enough time to enjoy yourselves thoroughly without the prying eyes of your friends (who, while always supportive, are already passionately invested in your lifelong friendship with Wooyoung, pointing out his feelings for you even far before he could decipher them), their vlogging lifestyle, and their fans, while also waiting for the proper time to expose the truth. After the Jeju trip, you had both promised each other. But that plan was beginning to look more and more faulty as time passes.

What was supposed to be an innocent trip to Jeju with your friends turned into a tricky game in which Wooyoung had entirely different plans that consisted of you only. Specifically, how many times he can find you alone away from the boys to have his way with you. By now, night has since fallen and, after a short duration of time unwinding around a small bonfire in the backyard, the boys had all since retreated to their own rooms. You’re positive most are already long asleep and the ones that aren’t are beginning to nod off, exhausted after a long day and drowsy with liquor from the night of drinking. You’re fortunate Wooyoung at least first chose to find you alone in your room of the villa, but you still panic. Because Wooyoung should be sleeping in his shared room with Hongjoong down the hall from yours, yet here he was.

“My video today probably didn’t help,” Wooyoung adds. 

You hum in response. “I don’t know if sneaking into my room will help with that either.”

At this, Wooyoung grins wide. “It’s fine. Hongjoong’s passed out cold. You should hear his snores. Plus━” He presses a kiss to your shoulder. “I couldn’t sleep without wondering how quickly you can cum.”

You nearly choke as you hear the words fall from Wooyoung’s mouth.

But it wasn’t his fault ━ he has needs too.

The first night of your trip called for a joyous celebration at a nearby restaurant that resulted in everyone being blissfully drunk by the time you returned to the villa. You had gotten so dressed up for the occasion that Wooyoung hated to see it go to waste, adorned in a pretty floral sundress ━ one that has always been his favourite (and, no, he promises that’s not solely because of how nice your boobs look in it, though that’s definitely a plus). If the boys could hear his thoughts now, they’d certainly pick him apart.

The house, however big and spacious it may be, is certainly not empty. Even just next door to your room is the shared room both Mingi and San are in. This is a fact you choose to remind your dear boyfriend of now. “The boys are sleeping.”

“Screw the guys,” Wooyoung groans into your neck. His strong arms slide around your middle from behind, pulling you into an all too familiar and warm embrace. He’s caught you just before you can shed your dress and slip into something more comfortable, all radiant and shimmering from a day out in the sun. You melt almost immediately against his chest as he nibbles on the skin just below your ear, on the corner of your jaw. He whispers ardently, “You look really pretty today. You always do, but especially today.”

A gentle smile spreads across your face. You instinctively reach out behind you to rest your hand on the nape of his neck, fingers tugging at the hair there. “I wore this dress just for you. I know it’s your favourite.”

“Yeah, because your tits look amazing in it,” he snickers. As if to emphasize this, he reaches down slyly to cup one of your breasts over the material of your dress, giving it a squeeze.

“Well, now you’re just trying to distract me into bed with you.”

“Is it working?” he asks hopefully, a smug grin on his face.

You snicker, fidgeting in his hold to face him and patting at his shoulder. “Maybe if we weren’t surrounded by a group of seven drunk men who could potentially hear and walk in on me sucking you off at any moment.”

But Wooyoung has already waited all day for the boys to leave you two alone. Waiting any longer may as well have felt like an eternity in a certain type of special hell that he wasn’t exactly keen on.

“And?” A sudden smirk stretches across his face. He leans in close to you, lips brushing faintly against your ear. “You didn’t have a problem letting me fuck you against the practice room mirror the other day.”

You swat lightly at his chest, scoffing suddenly. “Wooyoung!”

But he has a point. In all fairness, it had been his idea to take you against the practice room mirror when the boys had gone home and you were dropping off food to your poor boyfriend still working late at night. You certainly hadn’t complained then when he had you coming around his cock with the practice room door left unlocked. It’s such a Wooyoung thing to say too, being that he’s not often caught off guard, especially when he’s so blatant and confident about all things sex.

“Can’t you keep it in your pants for one night, Woo?”

“No, he’s in pain,” he pouts childishly. He bites playfully at the tip of your nose.

You sputter for air, dissolving into a fit of laughter. “You did not just call your dick a he━”

“Okay, I’m in pain,” he corrects. He starts kissing down and back up your neck. “It’s not my fault you look extra hot today. Besides, you looked like you were having so much fun today. Is it so wrong for me to want to keep pampering my beautiful girlfriend?”

“With your dick?”

“Yes, with my dick.”

You snort.

“And━” He drags out the word purposely, a playful twinkle in his eyes. “I don’t even want you to suck me off, by the way. All I want is to fuck you senseless right now.”

Oh.

His words send a nerve right down to your core. Your thighs instinctively press together at the thought.

All things considered, you’re not any better. There was no denying how devastatingly attractive your boyfriend always looked, but especially today. A well-deserved break and the Jeju sun did him well, with a beautiful tan starting to glow on his face, free of any make-up or cover-ups. The usual stress of city life and work doesn’t weigh heavy on his brows anymore, and though his hair has gotten longer, it’s a neat and pretty mess ━ a little unruly from the sun and chlorine, and from having taken it down from its half-ponytail, but pretty nonetheless ━ with the under half of it bleached blonde and the top half dyed black. Dressed in nothing but a casual old t-shirt and a pair of board shorts, he’s both wholesomely cute and yet sexy at the same time.

And, while you are surrounded by a group of rowdy boys, Wooyoung isn’t necessarily wrong. He always seems to have a knack for making anything romantic enough if he tries, attributed to his charming ways. A night of lovemaking (or whatever he has in mind) in your room with a beachside view is, all things considered, kind of romantic.

You purse your lips now. “Think they’re all asleep?”

“With how wasted they are? Absolutely,” Wooyoung says brightly. “I tripped over a shoe in our room and Hongjoong didn’t even move.”

It’s risky, sure, but the sudden yearning to be with Wooyoung was almost debilitating. There was no doubt you could both get away with having sex in a packed house, right? Either way, it doesn’t really seem to matter. You’ve already been persuaded, and Wooyoung knows.

He pulls you in for a kiss and you let him get carried away for a moment, reveling in the way he needily nips and sucks at your lower lip. Then, finding a second of clarity, you can be heard saying against his mouth breathlessly, “We’ll have to be quiet.”

“Mmm,” he hums distractedly. “So quiet.”

But that was like asking Wooyoung not to breathe. It’s this passing thought, and the way he pulls and tugs you over to sit on his lap as he sinks onto the edge of the bed in a desperate haste, that has you giggling. He leaves a trail of sloppy kisses down to the underside of your jaw and then along your throat.

You tug at the hair at the nape of his neck as you begin to rut your hips against his slowly. “You look really handsome today, baby. It’s nice seeing you so relaxed for once.”

His stare meets yours suddenly, all sparkling and awed. He grips your waist and presses you a little more firmly against his hips so you can feel his semi-hard dick against your inner thigh. “Ugh,” he sighs, “say that again and I’ll bust a nut right here and now.”

Another giggle meets his ears, but this time it’s a little less focused as it splinters off into a whimper the longer you continue to grind against him. You decide to humour him. “I saw your vlog. It was pretty.”

He audibly whines now, his heart threatening to burst through his chest. “Yeah? I worked hard on it.”

“Is that how you see me?” You think back to the video and how you looked, the soft music overlapping it all.

“Yeah,” he deadpans, “like that piece of washed up kelp you tried throwing at me today━”

“You’re so━”

“I’m joking. Of course that’s how I see you, but that’s only a fraction of what you look like to me. A camera doesn’t do you justice.”

“So you think I’m pretty?” You snicker.

“So pretty.” He kisses you again, this time a little more earnestly. He sighs dreamily against your lips, “No, actually. If my dick isn’t in you in the next minute, I’m gonna go insane.”

A delighted simper sounds from you. “Don’t even have to cum, just as long as you do━”

Your jaw drops open as you find an angle that has you pushing your clit against his clothed dick just right. But even though you had so innocently offered to only get him off, part of the fun was seeing how quickly and how many times he could make you cum before finishing himself off. You deserve it, after all.

“God, you’re such a good girl,” he moans. He takes a moment to appreciate you in your current state. You, straddling his lap, eager hips moving against his with your brows pinched in concentration, the pretty material of your dress hiking up around your thighs. He reaches down, palms rough as they grip at the soft flesh of your thighs. “Look at you, already so needy for me. It’s so fucking sexy.”

Wooyoung fidgets beneath you. He burrows his face in the crook of your neck, nipping at your throat.

“How do you want me first, princess?” he asks sweetly now, peppering kisses along your throat, tongue soothing the marks he’s left behind. “Want my fingers in you?”

“N-No━” You croak. “Just wanna feel your dick.”

Excitement prickles at the tips of his fingers as he massages circles against your hips. “In your mouth or in you?”

“In me,” You rasp. “Now. Please, Woo━”

He marvels for a moment at how he’s so stupidly in love with you and your pretty words despite them having such dirty implications, and he hastens to please you. A wolfish grin tugs at his lips as he smothers them against your mouth, but then the giddy sensation of finally getting to have his cock buried in your walls overcomes him. He murmurs into a wet kiss, “As much as I love this dress, let’s get it off of you.”

He hastens to help you shove the straps of your dress down your shoulders, then off your arms. Then, he watches as you stand up to shimmy your way out of it, the material pooling at your feet, exposing your figure and the fact that you’re not even wearing a bra. The swell of your breasts meets his eyes first, and you’ve barely just kicked your way out of your panties when he’s pulling you onto his lap again, warm mouth latching onto one of your breasts. His lips wrap around your nipple, teeth nibbling on the sensitive bud. He can’t seem to get enough, moving to bite and suck at the soft flesh all over, shifting from one to the other, then down the valley of your breasts. A moan falls from your lips, hands pulling harshly at his hair as you push him further into your chest.

“Wooyoung…” You whine. “We gotta be quick.”

Though he wants nothing more than to mark up your chest all over, he relents only when he remembers that the boys are nearby. “Okay, okay━ Here━”

He grabs at your waist, shifting you around until you’re on your back splayed out beneath him. Towering over you, he pushes the material of his shorts down, pulling his aching dick from the tight confinements. Your eyes fall to the way he fists himself hurriedly, tip all red and glistening with precum, and the one prominent vein bulging along his length. You bite at your lip, legs instinctively spreading wider for him.

“Are we really gonna do this?” he asks, excited. “With the guys here?”

“Think it’s too late to ask when we’re both already naked,” You giggle. You remind him again, this time a little weaker, “Just remember to be quiet.”

He hums in response. Then, he teases you by running the length of his hard dick against your slick folds, already dripping with slick arousal.

“God, baby,” he groans, “you’re so wet already.” He taps the tip of his cock against your pussy, the sudden jolt sending your head spinning. As he rubs himself on you, the sticky wetness glides along the prominent vein of his length and spreads messily out to the top of your inner thighs. “Did I do all this to you?”

“Woo, no teasing,” You chastize in a small whine. A shiver runs down your spine at the feeling, and you hate having to resist all his teasing touches. “What if someone tries coming in?”

He flashes you a shit-eating grin. “Let them. If it’s Seonghwa, even better. I can finally get payback for when he purposely ate some girl out on my bed.”

You snort lazily, stifling your giggles. “Focus, baby.”

“I am focused,” he says smugly. He emphasizes this by pressing his dick a little harder against your folds, teasing the tip of it against your entrance. “With you spread out like this for me, all sexy━ Fuck, I’m so focused.”

But what he doesn’t tell you is that the thought alone of one of the boys walking in on the both of you is enough to excite him to no end. He can imagine it now, one of them wandering into the room while you’re writhing beneath Wooyoung, taking his dick so well, moaning nothing but his name. He yearns to feel you all at once, hurrying to please you.

Without warning, he pushes himself into you, cock stretching you wide in just the way you both like. Almost immediately, low gasps and groans sound from the both of you.

“Ah, f-fuck! Woo━” You smother your sudden cries with a hand clamping over your mouth.

“Shit, I know,” he sputters for air. His voice is heavy in your ear, a low grunt only for you to hear. “You feel so fucking good, baby━”

His head is swimming even just at the way your walls wrap around his tip so snug. He pushes himself into you the rest of the way, bottoming out with a sudden forceful and indulgent thrust when━

The headboard slams against the wall, exceptionally loud.

“Fuck, Wooyoung━ Woo━” You grip at his arms. “The bed.”

His eyes meet yours, stunned momentarily as you wait and listen. A minute passes, but the house continues to remain silent.

“It’s okay. Even if they do hear, it’s not as if they probably won’t know what we’re doing,” Wooyoung points out, matter-of-fact. “We haven’t exactly been very careful lately.”

“Still,” You insist. Your walls throb around his hard dick, desperate for some sort of movement. “It’ll give me some peace of mind.”

His heart swoons at your timidness, and though he has fun teasing you, he would never actually want to risk getting caught by one of the boys (however many close calls he’s already had with you) or, worse, upsetting you to the point of no return.

In the next moment, Wooyoung pulls out of you, then pushes back in again, this time less forceful. He swears he tries to be wary of the bed and of making too much noise but, much to both of your dismay, while the frame doesn’t bang against the wall too noticeably, the bed still creaks beneath you.

Wooyoung grits his teeth. He tries again, then one more time, and though your head lolls back at the sensation of him stretching you wide, you meet his gaze with your own apprehensive hazy one. Even Wooyoung’s patience is wearing thin when all he wants to do is tear you apart ━ that, and the slight creak of the bed is enough to start driving him insane.

“Fuck this,” his pace stutters to a halt, “let’s get on the floor. Can you get on your hands and knees for me, baby?”

“Good idea.” Your heart jolts in your chest from the excitement.

Within a matter of seconds, he’s parting from you, leaving you momentarily stunned at the loss of warmth. He helps you to your feet so that the both of you can sink to the floor on your knees. Before you can drop into all fours, Wooyoung stops you by reaching out for the blanket on the bed and tucking it underneath the both of you, but mostly to soften the ground underneath your knees. When he catches you surveying him with a fond gleam in your eyes, he quirks a brow.

“What? It’s just so you don’t get too uncomfortable,” he says sweetly, peppering a few kisses along your shoulder. “Is this good?”

“Amazing.” Your heart swells at all his gentle touches. You catch his lips on yours, faintly murmuring, “I love you. Like, so much.”

You can feel his grin against your mouth. “You know I love you too. And as much as I would also love to hear you go on about how I’m the most perfect boyfriend, I need to be in you right now.”

A pretty giggle meets his ears, and he marvels for a second how you’re so quick to oblige. Propping yourself up on your elbows, your ass juts out in his direction. You give it a little tempting wiggle, and he hurries to position himself behind you. With one hand on the small of your back, he guides you back down his length.

“Ah━ Fuuuck━” He moans. “Arch your back a little more for me, baby.”

You do as you’re told, leaning forward just enough on your elbows and sticking your hips back to meet his as he sinks balls deep into your core. Then, he’s crumbling apart, all breathy panting as he tries to focus.

“Shit, baby━”

“Mmm━”

“You’re so tight. So wet. I’m not gonna last,” he pouts, as if it’s a genuine disappointment. He watches as he pulls out of your heat just enough before shoving himself back in, his dick covered in a glistening sheen of your arousal. You’re so damn wet, he wonders how he hasn’t slipped from you yet. His hands grip and tug at your ass, spreading you to see the way your cunt pulsates and stretches around his dick. So perfect, almost as if you were made for him. “Tell me. Wanna hear how good you feel right now.”

“S-So good,” You mumble drunkenly. “God, you’re so good, Woo. Fuck━!”

His gaze droops down to your breasts, bouncing with each thrust of his hips into yours. He reaches around and grabs at one of your boobs. The gentle shake of the soft flesh in his palms is always his favourite feeling, and he can’t help but squeeze at them now because, god, he really does love your tits. If he had all the time in the world, he would do anything to fuck himself between your boobs, and cum all over your chest ━ but that will have to wait for now.

“Ah━ Fuck━ Wish I could take my time with you right now,” he moans, planting sloppy kisses along your shoulder. “I can’t wait till we’re alone. Gonna take care of you so well, baby.”

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he grunts. He reaches down with his other hand, thumb pressing against the tight hole of your ass. The sensation alone is enough to have you nearly keeling over, a strangled cry of pleasure ripping from you. “Want you coming on my tongue so bad. Gonna fuck you against every surface too. You deserve it. You’re always so good to me, princess.”

“Only for you,” You whimper. If he wasn’t so pressed for time, the affirmation alone would have been more than enough to make him melt in your very hands. But his dick is still so hard, and your pussy is still so wet, all he can focus on is not slipping from your walls with every thrust of his hips. “Ah, Wooyoung! Y-You’re so━ So hard━”

You bite harshly at your lip when a loud moan threatens to spill from you. You bury your face in the blanket around you, clutching so tightly at the material. A part of Wooyoung finds it amusing, if only because, if the boys are awake and don’t hear your lewd moans, there’s no doubt they won’t be able to hear the sound of skin against skin as his hips slap against your ass.

“Let me hear you, baby,” he coaxes now. “Moan out loud for me.” When you shake your head, he snickers. “Want it harder? Will that help you?”

He gives an experimental roll of his hips, a little rougher than usual. It sends you teetering forward, a broken groan tumbling from you that’s left muffled by the blanket. He can hear you mumble wantonly, “Don’t be a tease.”

A cheshire-like grin spreads across his face. “Here━ Come sit on my dick. Wanna feel you so deep━”

His words make you moan softly, followed by the way he pulls out of you just quickly enough to sit back against the bed. He tugs you onto his lap and you follow suit, spreading your legs further apart as you sink onto his leaking dick. Down, down, down, until it almost feels as if he’s hitting your cervix, and suddenly you’re not so sure you’ll be able to keep it together any longer. That, mixed with the way he’s gazing at you, all hooded eyed and alluring, you’re very close to dissolving into a mess right in his very arms.

“Ah━ Ah━ Fuck, baby━” You grip at his shoulders as you adjust to the new feeling, hips squirming above his. “Wooyoung, please━”

But your words fall short. The desperate plea that hinges in your voice fades into nothing more than the urgent need to feel more of him, to have him absolutely wreck you, as you begin to rock your hips back and forth on his dick.

“Please what, baby?” he taunts lazily. But he knows what he’s doing, slyly beckoning you to make a mess, and moan for him.

His palms are warm as they slide up your sides, then around your back, hugging you close to his chest. He thrusts his hips up just once into you, sending you into a haste that has you lifting yourself up and then back down his cock. As you adopt a steady and reckless pace that has you bouncing on his length, he watches your every reaction. The way your face contorts at the sheer pleasure, brows pinched so hard in concentration, teeth sinking into your lower lip. Your hands reach out to thread through his long locks, pretty blonde tresses running through the seams of your fingers. You tug lightly at the root, earning a low groan from him.

“Fuck, Y/N━” His head rolls back against the mattress at your quick pace. “You’re so fucking sexy━ So desperate for my dick━ Ah━”

He moans suddenly, only this time it’s less muffled than before. Whether he does it the first time to tease you or simply because he had gotten carried away, you aren’t quite sure. Either way, it’s enough to startle you, even amongst the daze you’re in.

“Wooyoung━” Your voice is a small warning, but it lacks any severity when it splinters into a whine. “Not so loud.”

“They’re━ Ah, fuck━ sleeping━”

You meet his mischievous stare with your own heedful one. Your pace slows, if only just, and you’re certain this time that when he moans even louder, it’s entirely on purpose.

“Woo!” You clamp a hand softly over his mouth, smothering the tail end of his crude groan.

The grin that forms on his face beneath your hand is evident of his amusement of his toying with you but it turns sluggish quickly. The sight to see is hot enough, with the drowsy lopsided smirk poking out from underneath your hand as he watches you continue to ride him, now a measured gyrating against his own hips. When he realizes you’ve chosen to keep your hand over his mouth, he reaches up to grab a hold of your wrist, his large fingers splaying out and then up over your knuckles.

“Come on, baby. It’s okay. Let it out,” he hums. He kisses at your fingertips, tongue swiveling around to suck on your digits delicately. “Not even one tiny moan? Let me hear that pretty voice of yours.”

He can feel your thighs begin to shake around him and, judging by the crescendoing of whimpers tumbling from your mouth, he senses you’re close. Your free hand still grips at his hair, this time a little tighter as you try to anchor yourself in place to rock your hips a little faster. Wooyoung hisses delightfully at the feeling, a small lethargic chuckle rumbling from deep within his chest.

Rough hands grab at your waist now, shifting you around abruptly until you’re splayed out on the floor on your back with him hovering over you. His length stays wedged snugly in your walls, never once slipping, and as he settles against your chest, he lifts one of your legs up and over his shoulder. An animalistic growl slips from him at your pinched face, and the way your cunt starts to squeeze around him. With this angle that his hips pound into yours, his cock hits so deep into your core, pummeling against your cervix again and again.

“H-Harder━ Wooyoung━” You pant. “Please━ I’m gonna━”

Finally, a moan sounds from you. Loud and unabashed, a little broken and exhausted, but beautiful to Wooyoung’s ears nonetheless. In fact, it’s so sexy of a noise that it’s enough to nearly push him over the edge but he relents, if only just for a little longer.

“Ah, there’s my favourite sound,” he smirks. His tongue lavs at the underside of your jaw, and your hand finds itself tangled in his hair once more. “Gonna be a good girl and let the boys hear you now?”

You try with all your might to silence yourself, but the task proves more and more difficult. A few more slams of his hips into yours, and you’re crumbling apart right before his eyes.

“Fuck━ Wooyoung━”

“That’s it, baby,” he grunts into your ear. “Cum for me.”

As you come, the sudden gush of wetness around your core coats his length and he almost accidentally slips from your cunt. You’re clenched so tightly around him, Wooyoung feels as if he has to gasp for air to stay focused. His eyes still stay trained on you, watching as your face contorts as you writhe beneath him. But it’s your shameless moaning that sets him off, albeit still softer than usual but much louder than he was expecting from you with the boys so close by.

“Ah━ You’re so fucking hot━” he whines. “Gonna cum━”

Every thrust of his hips sends you bobbing up and down, and as you come down from your high the pleasurable feeling of his hard cock still burrowed in your sensitive walls has you whimpering softly. Your legs try to separate further, beckoning him for more.

“Cum in me, Youngie,” you beckon dazedly. “Wanna feel it so bad━”

“Oh, fuck━” he gasps. “Can I?”

“Y-Yes.”

“You’re so good to me, baby. Aren’t you?”

His pace quickens, hips snapping into yours urgently. One final shuddering thrust and he’s overwhelmed by his orgasm, cock pulsating within your aching walls as his cum fills you up. He has to bury his face in the crook of your neck to muffle his moans, listening to the sharp gasp for air you take when you feel his release.

He rides out his high in a few more leisure rolls of his hips, though he seems more concerned now with kissing your throat slowly. He gently unravels your leg from his shoulder, then slumps against you like the comfortable heavy weight that he is. His dick lays softening still buried within your walls, now leaking with his cum.

“Have I ever told you how amazing you are?” You hear him sigh dreamily into your neck. “‘Cause you are.”

“Almost daily,” You concur with a giggle. Your own fingers smooth out his hair, fixing the messy strands, and he croons with delight. He leaves a trail of sweet kisses up along your throat, then your jaw, and then the corner of your mouth. Safe for the laboured breathing as you both try to calm your shrill hearts, you’re made aware so suddenly of just how quiet the room suddenly is. “There’s no way the guys slept through all of that.”

“I’m sure they did.” Wooyoung nibbles gingerly at your lip. “There’s nothing to worry about. Especially right now. I’m so tired. We can deal with the potential consequences later.”

You snort. “How did I know that’s exactly what you would say?”

You catch him smirking before he plants one last kiss on your lips. Somehow, he’s able to pry himself off of you long enough to slip into his shorts laying discarded on the floor before disappearing outside of the room into the darkened hallway. He returns moments later with a damp towel to help clean up the sticky mess between your legs, then tugs you back onto the bed with him.

“They’ll see you sneaking out of my room if you sleep here,” You point out through a yawn.

“I’ll get up before them,” he insists. “Just give me an hour with you, like this.”

You can’t resist the urge.

At the very least, you fall asleep first in his arms, his fingers playing with your hair. He must slip away from you at some point during the night, unraveling himself carefully from your sleeping figure to retreat to his own room. You’ll tell the boys eventually of your relationship with Wooyoung, you swear.

But for now, there, under the covers of the bed, you have all the time in the world to enjoy yourself with Wooyoung in pure, unadulterated silence.

In the morning when you wake up, you join your boyfriend with the rest of the boys downstairs in the kitchen for breakfast.

You’re the last to arrive, having wanted to take your time in the shower ━ a fact that Wooyoung laments, because he wanted nothing more than to shower with you to “save water” (which really just translates to more sex), but with only two bathrooms and nine people, the feat seemed impossible. Now, you sidle into the seat next to Wooyoung at the kitchen table, smiling down at him when his eyes flicker to you which seems to go unnoticed by the others.

“How was your night?” Yunho asks passively once you’ve settled into place. “Did you sleep well?”

You nod, as Wooyoung answers, “Best sleep of my life.”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” This amused offhanded scoff comes from San under his breath. It causes Mingi to almost choke on his sip of orange juice as he snorts into the glass.

“What was that?” Wooyoung asks.

“Oh, nothing,” San says. The smirk on his face says otherwise. “Thought we heard some loud noises last night. It was weird.”

Then there’s Mingi, leaning across the table to catch your attention alone. He shoots you a more merciful look, though he still seems entertained nevertheless when he whispers to you, “You have something on your neck.”

Your hand instinctively clamps onto your throat, over the spot Mingi points to as you mentally curse yourself. While you had been so preoccupied the night before trying not to make any noise, you forgot to warn Wooyoung against leaving any noticeable marks on your body ━ a bad habit of his, and your fatal mistake for forgetting to check the morning after.

The others are fortunately not paying attention, already absorbed in their own conversations, but the horror of so clearly being found out by San and Mingi sends you into a frenzy. It even seems to alarm Wooyoung judging by the way he starts laughing nervously, though maybe that’s because your knee bashes against his under the table and sends him jumping in his seat.

Clearly, you have a lot of explaining to do. Eventually.

The last thing you hear San say before he and Mingi howl with laughter seems to make even the charmingly confident Wooyoung slightly frazzled, and leaves you all the more confused.

“Some romantic getaway, huh?” 

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You always bring great korrasami art on my dash!! So I was wondering what your favourite korrasami fics would be?

Aw, thanks^^ But I can't take that credit (never have, never will). It's not me who 'brings' the Korrasami art, it's the artists - whom I always tag first in my reblogs 😁

But see? this is why rebloging/sharing is so important, to spread others' talent and make it seen by more people that like it as well. And to credit the right source is equally important so - as much as I aprecciate the compliment (at least, I take it as such) - please, let the real creators know how much you like and appreciate their work.

That would make me really happy 😄

Okay anon, you asked for it! Long answer ahead because you just asked about my favs and I'm such a broken record about'em!

Also, I apologize in advance because this is going to look like fic recs and I don't know if you asked for that, specifically. But these ARE, indeed, some of my most favorite korrasami works (as for as fanfiction is concerned lol)

From the top of my head this are the ones I can't stop reading (a.k.a. I've read more than once)

It goes without saying, lanagotconed20's Road Trip series is at the top of that list. Specifically, I remember part 9 , 'All In, All Yours' being one I almost know by heart💘 but seriously, you can't go wrong with ANY of Lana's stories. They're all fantastic, and I actually did a ranking of her works to date (the complete ones, at least) a few months back, here

@hohfics Marriage or Bust has 2 complete works (same universe different paths) and damn, what masterpieces!🤩

I couldn't possibly decide between them because both are incredibly well written and convey so much emotion! Plus, there's moments on both stories that get your heart racing (either because of how intensely romantic or frightening they are) But from the two I have to give a shoutout to 'The Honeymooners' for being the very first Korrasami fic I ever read - a really high bar that I'm elated to know has been met by many great authors!

ireallyshouldnt_behere's 'Would you risk it ALL?' is a doctor au, with Korra being a cancer patient and it's fine if you're not into that but, just so you know, amongst the medical drama aspect of it there's many fun and heart warming moments and quite the satisfying ending - well, technically not an ending since is the first part of a series, but it's not complete, and the second part hadn't hooked me as much as this one. But the author has other korrasami works you may want to check out 😉

The Seeking Balance trilogy by @simplykorra is the best canon-divergence fic I've read! The way Korra's struggles and traumas are depicted through these stories (specially, the first two parts is MIND. BLOWING. and though I couldn't recommend one story more than the others (the journey is best experienced from start to finish), there's something so heart wrenching about the second part, 'Relapse' (as if the tittle didn't pull you in deeply enough) that just makes me point it out - if only to read Korra's parting letter to Asami at the end of that story. It squeezes my heart every time I read it and I can only imagine Asami's anger, sadness and fear as she reads it.

This is without a doubt my favorite 'what if' korrasami fic and I can't thank the author enough for the way it turned out! 😄👏

Last, but not least, my latest discovery/obsession is *drum rolls* @greatestchange Roll with the Punches series, it isn't complete (yet) but there's tons of top-notch content amongst the 10 works it has written by now. It is my latest reading and it easily skyrocketed to the top of my fav korrasami works, I'm still in shock!🤯

But this series comes with a *warning sign* as it is the most painful, intense, gut-punching stuff I've ever read. Some of these works, e.g the main tittled story, and the ones I'm about to be mentioned are basically "angst turned up to 11".

I gave a brief description of my experience reading that one here, if you want better understand what I think/feel about it (my opinion holds up to this day!) plus, you can check out my rwtp tag for some really good art and a few highlighted passages of certain chapters that got to me very deeply.

One tip though, I can't recommend enough that you read the main RWTP first before reading certain other works, namely 'Senna', 'Nebraska', 'The Offer', 'Family Reunion' and 'Shattered' (all in that order).

But in case you want to read some of the 'lighter' ones (and I use that word loosely because they're all intense in some way or another), some I really enjoyed reading, besides the unskippable ones are 'Say You'll Be There', 'The Assistant' and 'The Fire Place'(ch. 7 of Afterward, which is a collection of snippets). These latter works are one-shots but give you a good taste of the main story without being the main story.

I know, I know, that's a lot of reading but I really hope you get around to check at least some of these and maybe leave a comment on them. Let the authors know of your thoughts, they all deserve to know how much they're appreciated and a simple 'I love this story/your work' are never small words!

And I should've said this before, but since I don't know how old you are, please check the rating and tags of the stories since there's very mature stuff in there.

Road Trip, I think is the more PG of these literary creations, and by far the one with the most fluff out of these, but honestly - with over 30 works made - it has something to please all kinds of tastes. Though, is not excent of explicit content. But trust me, it's absolutely NOT in bad taste and very organic.

RWTP, I'd say is the extreme opposite with almost zero room for 'fluff' and, by FAR, the most mature series of them all (it deals with lots of heavy topics), but while most of the time you get pain instead of pleasure, the moments you spot the latter are that much, much sweeter, and in my experience they're more than worth it to reach!

And as far as AU's go, those two along with Marriage or Bust, are must-reads for any Korrasami shipper.

Thanks for writing, sorry it took me this long to answer😅 And I hope you enjoy your reading, anon! 👋