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svt-luna · 3 months ago

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Hi sweetie 🍓🌹🌹 I hope you have a nice day/night 💕 Can you add this to Luna's YouTube series? 🍓. It would be fun to read. (When Mingyu gets jealous of Jeonghan because of Luna and vice versa) 🌿 And thanks in advance I really appreciate your efforts ♥️

ᡴꪫ ⋆ JEALOUSY NEVER LOOKED THIS GOOD: INSIDE THE JEONGHAN-LUNA-MINGYU TRIANGLE ࣪ ! ˓ ౨ৎ ࣪˖ ─── now playing…

synopsis: A glimpse inside the most famous love triangle in k-pop history, most specifically the jealousy between Jeonghan and Mingyu over Luna who couldn't care less.

thank you for such kind words!! i apologize if this took so long and thank you for being patient. i hope you enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it 🤍 (also, these fan made youtube videos might be my favorite ones to write… so request more!!)

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bold dialogues are spoken in english ᡣ𐭩

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Here we go!

Buckle up, cause this is going to be a crazy ride.

Welcome back to another installment of “I want to be Bae Jiyeon 101” where we embark on a journey of self discovery of how blessed this woman is.

This videos is gonna focus on THE love triangle. Most specifically Mingyu and Jeonghan's jealous moments and Luna being clueless the entire time.

Enough chit chat… let’s begin… in the beginning… the video that started it all…

GOING SEVENTEEN EP 8: INSOMNIA ZERO #1

The camera panned over the dimly lit room, capturing the cozy, playful atmosphere of ‘Going Seventeen's Insomnia Zero’ set. The members sat on the mat, huddled together, all eyes fixed on the mattress where Luna lay.

[look how pretty she is]

[Sleeping Beauty fr fr]

It was round one, and the challenge was simple: keep your heart rate steady while the rest of the members tried their best to break it. With S.Coups absent due to his hiatus, the group had a mix of playful competitiveness and chaos, eager to see who could withstand the pressure and be able to go home early.

Luna, being ninth in their official order, was up next. She settled onto the mattress, her expression calm as she closed her eyes. The heart monitor pulsed softly, a subtle rhythm that would betray her slightest change in composure. The room’s lights dimmed further, casting a soft glow that highlighted the anticipation in the air.

Jeonghan, Joshua, Jun, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Woozi, and Minghao had already taken their turns, some more successful than others. Now, it was Luna’s moment to shine— or falter. The members crowded together on her right side, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

[I’m not gonna lie… lowkey scared to be their friend]

[like the dirt they must have on each other… chile]

They had one job: to get her heart rate to spike, and they were going to give it their all. The silence stretched for a beat before Jeonghan, ever the instigator, leaned forward with a grin. “Remember when Luna almost tripped on stage during our debut showcase? She blamed it on the stage lights.”

[A FUCKING MENACE]

[leave my baby alone 🥺]

Joshua chuckled, adding, “Yeah, and the way she tried to play it off like nothing happened? Amazing.” Luna’s lips twitched slightly, but she remained composed, her breathing steady.

Hoshi, not one to be outdone, chimed in. “Or that time during our trainee days when she tried to sneak extra snacks into the dorms? She thought no one noticed, but we all saw her stash in the fridge.”

[she’s adorable pls]

“She tried to bribe us with those snacks so we wouldn’t tell on her?” Seungkwan added, his voice tinged with laughter.

Woozi, with a rare smirk, joined in, “And the way she panicked when the trainers started asking why we were all so energetic during practice?”

“She’s shameless!” Seungkwan pointed at Luna. “Till this day, nobody knew she was sneaking food.”

[MY CLIENT IS NOT GUILTY, YOUR HONOR!]

The members burst into quiet laughter, the sound filling the room as they continued their playful banter. Luna, despite the barrage of teases and memories, remained still, her heart rate holding steady.

Dokyeom leaned in closer, his voice soft but clear, “Do you remember that one time when we were practicing late, and noona fell asleep on the practice room floor? We all left her there because we didn’t want to wake her up.”

[What is wrong with them honestly?]

[THEY LEGIT LEFT HER]

[I would have never spoke to them for a month]

Jeonghan’s eyes sparkled with mischief as he added, “She was so embarrassed the next morning, that she couldn’t look any of us in the eye for days.”

Luna’s calm facade wavered ever so slightly, the corner of her mouth twitching as if she was fighting back a smile.

[SHE’S SO FUCKING CUTE HELP]

The members exchanged glances, sensing they were close to breaking her. Hoshi leaned over, his voice a mock whisper, “Do you think she’s actually asleep right now? Or is she just pretending just like the time she didn’t want to practice?”

[BAHAHAHAHHAAHA]

[Thats the dance leader in him]

There was a pause, a collective breath held, as they waited for any sign that they had finally cracked her resolve. But Luna, ever composed, maintained her steady breathing, refusing to let them win so easily.

[Luna really said: 😴]

Jeonghan, seeing the challenge in her unwavering calm, leaned in closer, his voice low and teasing. “I broke your Wall-E Lego.”

[He wants to die I’m afraid]

The members laughed at his confession, knowing how precious Luna’s Legos are to her.

“I dropped it,” Jeonghan added before continuing, “His eye popped off.”

“There has to be missing pieces for sure.” Wonwoo added, smirking.

[I’D GO FERAL]

[they love to tease her it’s actually insane]

The room fell silent, the members watching with bated breath as they waited for her reaction. But Luna remained still, her heart rate steady, her expression serene.

[She’s iconic]

[I actually thought she was sleeping at first when I watched this]

The room was filled with a mix of disappointment and playful frustration as the members realized they are failing to faze Luna.

Seungkwan, ever the expressive one, was the first to voice their collective thoughts. “Seriously, how is she so thick-skinned?” he groaned, throwing his hands up in mock exasperation. “It’s like nothing gets to her!”

[IT’S A SKILL]

[she’s just THAT bitch]

Joshua nodded in agreement, his arms crossed as he leaned back. “It’s going to be impossible to beat her. She doesn’t even flinch.”

“It goes in ear and out the other.”

“Maybe she’s actually sleeping.”

“No, she smiled earlier.”

[THE FACT THAT THEY WERE MOSTLY COMPLAINING IS HILARIOUS TO ME]

“Ya, Jiyeon-ah,” Jeonghan said, using her real name with a teasing lilt. “Are you even human? Cause yo–”

[istg he had a pick-up line after that!]

[YOU COULD VISIBLY SEE HIM STOP THE WORDS FROM SPILLING OUT HIS GODDAMN MOUTH]

[don’t be a lady part Jeonghan fucking say it!]

[that would have gotten her heart rate going 😪]

The playful banter continued, the members tossing ideas back and forth on how to get through Luna’s seemingly impenetrable exterior. It was all in good fun, a testament to how well they knew each other after years of working and living together.

Then, amid the lively chatter, Mingyu, who had been quietly observing, suddenly spoke up. His tone was light, but there was a hint of something more serious beneath it as he called out, “Noona, do you know I have a crush on you?”

[WHEN I TELL YOU I FELL OF MY DAMN BED WHEN I FIRST WATCHED THIS… I FELL FACE FIRST]

[Haters would say he was joking, his own members would say he was joking, Luna herself might say he was joking but I know damn well…]

[KIM MINGYU WAS SERIOUS]

[LOOK AT HIS FACEEEEE]

[LOOK. AT. IT.]

[HE WAS DEAD SERIOUS I’M BEING FOR REAL RIGHT NOW?!!]

[I AM THE BIGGEST JEONGNA SHIPPER BUT MINGNA IS A CLOSE SECONNNNNDDD]

The words hung in the air for a moment, the room falling into an abrupt silence.

[LOOK]

[LOOK AT HOW SHOCKED THEY ALL FUCKING LOOKED]

[AINT NO MOTHERFUCKING WAY]

Luna’s heart rate monitor pulsed noticeably faster, betraying the calm demeanor she had maintained so well. Her fists clenched slightly, and though she quickly composed herself, the spike in her heart rate had already given her away.

The other members immediately reacted, their voices rising in a chorus of playful “ooohs” and shrieks. They leaned back, clapping and laughing as if they were in on a well-played joke, but there was an underlying current of knowing in their eyes.

[LOOK AT HOW THEY WERE ALL EXCHANGING LOOKS]

[AM I INSANE?!? TELL ME I CAN’T BE THE ONLY ONE SEEING THIS!?]

They knew Mingyu for years, they all grew up and trained together. This wasn’t just a joke, but a carefully veiled truth that they all understood, yet chose to play off lightly.

“Ya, Mingyu-ya!” Seungkwan shouted, pointing at him with a wide grin. “You really went there, huh?”

“That’s one way to get her heart rate up!” Hoshi added, his laughter contagious as he nudged Minghao.

[They all acting sus as fuck]

Luna, despite the playful atmosphere, could feel the heat rising to her cheeks. She knew Mingyu well enough to sense the sincerity behind his words, but this wasn’t the time or place to delve into it. They had to keep it light, for the sake of the fans watching and to avoid any unnecessary rumors.

[JIYEON IS FIGHTING DEMONS RN]

[QUEEN SHIT THO, SHE DID NOT FLINCH AT ALL]

The other members continued to laugh and tease, creating a buffer of lightheartedness that allowed the moment to pass without it becoming too serious. But beneath the surface, there was an unspoken understanding between them all— especially between Luna and Mingyu. They played it off well, but the truth had slipped through, even if just for a moment.

As the laughter and playful teasing from the group began to die down, a subtle shift in the atmosphere could be felt, though it went unnoticed by most.

[GUYS I’M BEING SO FR RIGHT NOW. THERE WAS SOMETHING THERE!]

[the awkward tension!!! It was very much there!!]

[Now let us visit exhibit A: Jealous Yoon Jeonghan]

Amid the chaos of Mingyu’s sudden “confession” and Luna’s reaction, Jeonghan sat quietly in his place, his usual playful demeanor subdued. His eyes were trained on Mingyu, a gaze that held a depth of thought that contrasted with the lightheartedness of the moment.

[ZOOM IN ON FUCKING JEONGHAN RN]

[I– AM UNWELL]

[bro– istg this is not normal behavior]

[the fact that some people just dismiss this as Jeonghan’s normal tired self… he’s pissed bro]

Jeonghan wasn’t one to miss details, and he had seen the way Mingyu’s expression had flickered with something more than just playful banter when he had uttered those words to Luna. The easy-going grin, the way his eyes had softened just a fraction—Jeonghan knew Mingyu well enough to recognize when there was truth hidden beneath a joke.

The others were still caught up in the aftermath of the confession, their voices a mix of lingering laughter and exaggerated exclamations. Seungkwan was playfully pretending to faint in the background, clutching his chest dramatically, while Hoshi was nudging and whispering to Dino as if the two were plotting the next way to get Luna’s heart rate to spike even further.

But Jeonghan was silent, his mind replaying the moment in his head. Mingyu’s words had caught everyone off guard, but none more so than him.

[bro is pouting hard rn]

[JEONGHAN GET TF UP]

Jeonghan’s gaze shifted, landing on Luna, who was still trying to shake off the surprise of the moment. She still had her eyes closed accompanied by a subtle smile, playing along with the rest, but there was a subtle tension in the way her shoulders were held, a slight stiffness that hinted at the unexpectedness of Mingyu’s words.

[GOOD GOD. LOOK AT HIM STARING AT HER LIKE THAT]

[Jiyeon I love you girl but move it’s my turn]

Luna, meanwhile, had finally managed to get her heart rate back under control, though the earlier spike had been significant enough to cause some lingering amusement among the members.

The lights brightened slightly, signaling the end of her three minutes. The members groaned in mock defeat, their attempts to fluster her unsuccessful. Luna opened her eyes, a small, triumphant smile playing on her lips as she sat up, meeting their disappointed gazes with a knowing look.

[look how disappointed they are]

[SHE IS THAT BITCH]

“Ya!, Kim Mingyu,” Luna finally said, her voice steady but with a playful edge. “Stop lying! People will get the wrong idea.”

[gurl you know damn well…]

[what ever makes you sleep at night i guess]

She cast a quick glance at Jeonghan, catching his eye for a split second before she looked away. Jeonghan met her gaze, his expression unreadable.

[GOOD LORD HOW AWKWARD]

[Mingyu looking at Luna, Luna looking at Jeonghan, Jeonghan looking at Luna]

[and that ladies and gentlemen is how the triangle was formed]

190927 FANSIGN

The fan sign event was in full swing, the room alive with the buzzing excitement of fans and the playful banter of SEVENTEEN. The line of fans snaked around the venue, each one eagerly waiting their turn to interact with the members.

After fixing her hair, Luna grabbed the mic in front of her, ready to greet the fans and ask them some questions.

[Sidenote: LOOK HOW HOT SHE LOOKS 😫]

[she’s unreal, no wonder she’s in a love triangle]

Luna spoke into her microphone, but no sound came out. Frowning slightly, she tried again, but the mic stubbornly remained silent. The fans closest to the stage noticed the mishap and giggled, anticipating what would happen next.

Before Luna could react, Jeonghan and Mingyu, seated on either side of her, simultaneously lifted their mics towards her. The movement was so synchronized it was almost as if they had rehearsed it. The fans erupted into screams, the sound filling the room and making the air vibrate with excitement.

[*Googles “how to be Bae Jiyeon”*]

[IT’S HOW FAST THEY REACTED TOO]

Luna looked to her left, where Jeonghan held his mic out with a calm, knowing smile on his face. She then glanced to her right, where Mingyu, with his warm, boyish grin, was holding out his mic just as eagerly. It was clear neither of them was backing down, both were determined to be the one to help her out.

[They were like: choose, miss thing]

A smile tugged at the corners of Luna's lips as she realized the predicament she was in. Choosing one mic over the other would only fuel the playful rivalry between Jeonghan and Mingyu, and she had no desire to fan those flames, especially not in front of a room full of screaming fans who were already speculating.

[She has all the power]

[do you see that smirk?! she is enjoying this way too damn much]

[I mean— I guess I would too if I were her]

With a playful shrug, Luna decided to use both mics. She leaned forward slightly and spoke into Jeonghan's mic first. "Hello, everyone!" Her voice echoed through the venue, amplified by both mics. The fans went wild, their screams of excitement growing louder.

Luna then shifted slightly to speak into Mingyu's mic, "How are you all doing today?" The sound of her voice blended perfectly as if she had been given a microphone on each side just for this moment.

Jeonghan and Mingyu didn't drop their mics, both holding them steady as Luna continued. She adjusted her position, addressing the fans directly, her voice clear and bright, carried effortlessly by both microphones.

[They both don’t mind being mic stands either]

[OH LAWD… IS THIS TOO MUCH TO ASK?!]

"Did you guys eat before coming here? What did you guys have for lunch today?" Luna asked casually, her gaze scanning the crowd.

The fans responded in a chorus of different answers, their excitement palpable as they tried to shout over one another to be heard.

"Bibimbap!"

"Ramen!"

"Chicken!"

Luna laughed, a sound that made the fans cheer even louder. "Oh, that sounds delicious! Did you save some for us?" She teased, earning another wave of enthusiastic responses.

[She’s such a flirt. I love her.]

"Yes!"

"No!"

"We'll buy you some!"

Luna's eyes sparkled with amusement as she leaned a little closer to Jeonghan's mic, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial tone. "So, which one of you brought me snacks?"

[SHE IS FLIRTING FOR SNACKS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!]

The fans erupted into laughter, with some frantically waving bags of snacks in the air, trying to catch her attention.

Luna chuckled and then turned slightly to speak into Mingyu's mic, her expression still playful as she cooed. "You guys are the best! Seriously, how did I get so lucky to have fans like you?"

[GURL– WE ARE LUCKY]

The fans collectively swooned, their cheers a mixture of adoration and admiration.

As Luna wrapped up her conversation with the fans, she finally let out a small laugh. "Thank you, Hannie oppa, Gyu-gyu," she said, turning to each of them with a grateful smile. "I think I’m all done now."

Only then did Jeonghan and Mingyu lower their mics, both of them mirroring each other’s actions with a blend of reluctance and amusement.

[WALK EM LIKE A DOG, BITCH! WALK EM LIKE A DOG]

[Jeonghan and Mingyu: “Say less.”]

The fans, ever attentive, noticed the slightly playful competitive looks they gave each other in their eyes as they watched Luna, but she seemed blissfully unaware, too busy enjoying the moment with her fans.

[She’s either clueless or she knows and is enjoying it]

[I am betting for the latter 🤭]

The event continued, but that moment became one of the highlights of the day, a small but telling interaction that fans would replay over and over, analyzing every glance, every smile, and every word exchanged between the three.

'BE THE SUN' WORLD TOUR IN SEOUL DAY 2: 220626

The energy in the ‘Gocheok Sky Dome’ was electric, the air thick with the joyous screams of thousands of CARATs who had gathered to witness SEVENTEEN's 'Be The Sun' world tour, Day 2 in Seoul. The night had been a whirlwind of emotions, with the group delivering powerful performances, heartwarming speeches, and a connection with their fans that was almost tangible.

[Guys, ‘Be The Sun’ has a special place in my heart]

[My first ever concert ��]

Now, during their never-ending ‘VERY NICE’, the members were running around the stage, singing, jumping, and interacting with the fans in a carefree, playful manner. The music was lively and blaring, fueling the excitement in the stadium.

[I swear this song gives them ptsd]

Luna, her energy as radiant as ever, was at the edge of the stage, her bright smile never fading as she waved to the fans in the pit.

[This was one of my favorite encore outfits of hers]

She leaned over slightly, reaching out to touch the hands of those who were closest, unaware of the commotion that was starting behind her. The fans in the pit, their eyes widening, began to signal her frantically, pointing and mouthing words she couldn’t quite catch over the deafening noise.

[Not them warning her 🤣]

[Jiyeon is confused as fuck]

Behind her, Mingyu was creeping up with a mischievous grin, one finger pressed to his lips to silence the fans who were trying to warn Luna. In his other hand, he held an open water bottle, the clear liquid sloshing dangerously close to the rim as he tiptoed closer.

[HE IS SO HOT]

[AND SO ANNOYING]

The fans who noticed his approach were caught between excitement and anxiety, torn between letting Luna in on the prank or watching the chaos unfold.

Finally, Mingyu was right behind her. In one swift move, he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her back against him. Luna let out a surprised shriek, instinctively knowing what was about to happen. She tried to twist away, but Mingyu held her firmly, his grin widening as he lifted the water bottle above their heads.

[HAND PLACEMENT! HAND PLACEMENT!]

[Gyu’s large arms around Jiyeon’s tiny waist 🥵]

“Ya!” Luna exclaimed, her voice tinged with laughter as she realized there was no escape With no other option, she turned towards Mingyu, burying her face in his chest to avoid the inevitable drenching.

[She just accepted defeat]

[I mean… she has her face shoved in Mingyu’s chest… she won]

Mingyu, laughing, let the water cascade down over them, soaking them both.

[HOT. HOT. HOT.]

The fans erupted into cheers and laughter, loving every moment of the playful interaction between the two. When the water finally stopped, Luna was drenched, her hair sticking to her face, and her stage outfit clinging to her form.

[SHE IS SO HOT… have I said that already?]

She pulled away from Mingyu just enough to playfully punch him in the chest, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re the worst,” she teased, though her tone was light, full of affection.

Mingyu laughed, his deep voice barely audible over the roaring crowd. “You’re just mad because I got you first.”

Luna rolled her eyes, but her smile didn’t waver. She grabbed the nearly empty water bottle from his hand and emptied the remaining content in Mingyu's face before she took off running, still dripping, in the opposite direction, her laughter trailing behind her.

[MISS MAAM DIPPED]

Mingyu watched her go, shaking his head in mock defeat, but the playful pout on his face revealed his amusement.

Unbeknownst to them, Jeonghan had been watching the entire scene unfold. He was standing a few meters away, his right arm in a red decorated cast due to his recent elbow injury. His expression was unreadable, but his eyes followed Luna as she ran, a soft sigh escaping his lips.

[Jeonghan acting like he wasn’t watching]

[Pls, sir you got caught in different angles]

As Luna slowed down, she noticed Jeonghan standing nearby, and her smile softened when she saw him. He motioned for her to come over with a single nod, and she obliged, still catching her breath from the impromptu water fight.

[THAT NOD 🥵]

[he… is so fine. like, the aura, the charm, the confidence]

[How can a single nod be so fucking attractive?!]

Jeonghan met her halfway, his gaze briefly flickering towards Mingyu, who was still lingering nearby, before settling on Luna. Despite his injury, he gently lifted the sleeve of his good arm and began wiping the water from her face. The soft fabric of his sleeve carefully absorbed the droplets, his touch as delicate as ever.

[I AM UNWELL RN]

[I am just speechless]

“You’re a mess,” Jeonghan said, his tone a mix of fondness and exasperation. He continued to wipe her face, his movements slow and deliberate.

Luna chuckled softly, her gaze meeting his. “Blame that overgrown child over there,” she said, nodding towards Mingyu, who was now watching them with a mock pout, clearly feeling left out.

Jeonghan shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. He used his fingers to gently push the wet strands of hair away from her face, his touch lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

[They are actually insane]

[In front of the entire stadium bitch]

“You should have seen it coming,” he teased, though there was a warmth in his eyes that softened the playful reprimand.

Luna hummed in response, her gaze flicking to Mingyu and then back to Jeonghan. “You’re probably right. I should have.”

Jeonghan chuckled, not bothering to move away until he finished his task. The fans, who had been watching the entire interaction, were going wild, capturing every moment on their phones, their cheers growing louder by the second.

[He was fixing his hair so gently and seriously 🥹]

[They are not okay for my mental health]

Finally, Jeonghan stepped back, satisfied with his work. “There. All better.”

“Thanks, Hannie oppa,” Luna said softly, giving him a grateful smile. She then turned back to Mingyu, raising a filled water bottle in her hand. “Where is he? Kim Mingyu…”

Mingyu’s eyes widened in mock horror, and before Luna could take another step toward him, he took off running, his laughter echoing across the stage as the encore continued, leaving the fans with yet another unforgettable moment

[He deserves it]

[I am actually surprise how none of them tripped with how much water they threw around]

LUNA'S LIVE 190518

The screen lit up with the familiar sight of Luna sitting cross-legged on her hotel bed, her hair slightly damp from the shower she had just taken after their concert in Japan. The room was cozy, the soft glow from a bedside lamp casting a warm light over her as she adjusted the camera for her Weverse Live. She was dressed casually in an oversized hoodie, the fabric swallowing her petite frame, and she was completely barefaced, giving her a relaxed, natural appearance.

[She is simply unreal]

[A literal angel amongst us]

"Hello, my beautiful CARATs!" Luna greeted, waving at the camera with a bright smile. The comments began to flood in almost immediately, the fans clearly excited to see her.

[HELLO, MY LOVE 🥹💕]

She read a few aloud, laughing at their enthusiasm. "'Did you enjoy the concert?' Yes I did. We had so much fun tonight Japan is always so welcoming, and your energy was amazing."

As she continued to chat with the fans, answering questions about the concert and how the members were doing, Luna suddenly sighed dramatically, resting her chin in her hand. "You know," she began, her tone playful, "it's kind of lonely doing this live alone. I miss having someone here to talk to…"

[She’s talking to fans yet she misses her members 🥺]

[baby. she is a baby]

The comments section exploded, fans urging her to invite one of the members to join her. The suggestions varied wildly, with each fan rooting for their bias to appear on the screen.

"Oh? You want me to invite one of the members?" Luna's eyes sparkled with mischief as she considered the idea. "Who should I call? Let's see… Jeonghannie-oppa might be asleep already," she mused, tapping her chin thoughtfully. "You know how he is with his beauty sleep."

[The beauty sleep is working for sure]

[That man is beautiful]

She laughed at the flood of comments agreeing with her. "Hao, Woozi, and Wonwoo are sleeping for sure. The rest are probably eating dinner. Who should I invite? Hmm, Mingyu?… I bet he’s either eating or just finished eating but he's awake for sure. Should we give him a call?"

[YES PLEASE]

The fans reacted immediately, spamming the chat with enthusiastic approvals. Luna grinned as she picked up her phone and dialed Mingyu's number, switching to speaker mode so everyone could hear.

After a few rings, Mingyu's deep, groggy voice came through the speaker, causing the fans to go wild. "Lulu-ya?" he murmured, his voice thick with sleep.

[WOOF WOOF BARK BARK]

[I’m simply no more]

Luna's eyes widened in mock horror since she clearly woke him up. She then quickly cut him off before he could say anything that might embarrass them both. "You're on speaker, Gyu. I'm doing a live right now." She laughed, her tone teasing but affectionate.

[She didn’t want him saying shit]

[What does he normally say and how do they normally talk?!]

There was a brief pause on the other end as Mingyu processed what she said. "Ah, really? On live?" His voice perked up a bit, and the fans could hear the rustle of blankets as he presumably sat up. "Why didn’t you tell me sooner?"

[His voice 🫦]

Luna chuckled, the sound soft and melodic. "I’m telling you now! Come over to my room and join me, or the fans might riot."

[Accurate]

Mingyu’s reply was immediate. "I’m on my way."

[Anything for her… I am in my knees]

There was a beep as he ended the call, and Luna grinned at the camera, her excitement evident. "He’ll be here in a minute, guys," she informed the fans, her eyes twinkling with anticipation.

[If Kim Mingyu is headed to me I’d be that excited too]

True to his word, it wasn’t long before there was a knock on the door, and moments later, Mingyu appeared in the frame, his hair tousled and his eyes still a bit sleepy but filled with warmth.

[GOD DAMN THIS MAN IS FINE]

"Hello, CARATs!" Mingyu greeted the fans with his signature bright fanged smile as he settled on the bed beside Luna, the two of them huddling close to fit within the camera frame.

"Sorry if I look a little sleepy… someone woke me up from my nap," he teased, nudging Luna gently.

[stfu bet you were waiting for her to call, simp]

Luna giggled, shaking her head. "When Gyu-gyu sleep it’s like he's hibernating."

[GYU-GYU 🥺]

[I always love the pout on her lips when she calls him that]

The fans loved the banter, and the comments were flooded with hearts and playful teasing. As they continued the live, answering questions from the fans, many began to notice the way Mingyu’s gaze kept lingering on Luna. His eyes followed her every movement, his expression soft and almost protective.

[SOMEBODY SEDATE ME]

[I don’t know who I want to be 😩]

[I know… MOVE, JIYEON IT IS MY TURN]

[she is living the dream. To be stared at by Mingyu like that]

The fans, ever observant, quickly filled the chat with comments about Mingyu’s intense stare. "Luna-unnie, Mingyu-oppa is looking at you like he’s in love!" one comment read, followed by a string of heart emojis.

[THANK YOU TO WHOEVER COMMENTED THAT]

Luna, catching sight of the comment, laughed nervously. "Aigoo, don’t say that! You’ll make Gyu embarrassed." She glanced at Mingyu, who just smiled, not denying anything but not confirming it either, which only made the fans go crazier.

[He doesn’t even bother say anything let alone defend himself]

Just as Luna was about to address another question, her phone started ringing, cutting through the conversation. She glanced at the screen and saw Jeonghan's name flashing. "Oh, hold on, guys," she said, answering the call but not putting it on speaker. "Oppa?"

[I am not kidding when I say I knew it was Jeonghan from just that alone]

Jeonghan's voice was a little muffled, but the fans could still hear the deep, groggy tone as he spoke. "Jiyeonie, what are you doing?"

Luna smiled softly, a hint of affection in her eyes. "I’m doing a live right now. Do you want to say hi to the fans?"

There was a brief pause before Jeonghan responded. "Sure, put me on speaker."

Luna switched to speaker mode, holding the phone up for the camera. "Jeonghannie oppa wants to say hi, everyone!"

[she’s so excited]

"CARATs, hello," Jeonghan greeted, his voice still thick with sleep, but the fans could hear the smile in his tone. His deep, raspy voice sent a wave of excitement through the chat, the comments section lighting up with greetings and heart emojis.

[LUNA IS INE LUCKY MOTHERFUCKER TO HEAR THEIR MORNING VOICES LIKE THAT]

As they exchanged a few pleasantries, Mingyu, who was still sitting beside Luna, answered a fan's question about the concert. "Yeah, the energy tonight was incredible," he said, his voice warm and genuine.

[Jealous Jeonghan in 3…2…1…]

Jeonghan, still on the phone, caught the sound of Mingyu’s voice. "Who’s that?"

[AHHHHHHHHHJENUEGEHNEYEBUDBSJ]

Luna blinked, glancing between the phone and Mingyu. "Oh, it’s Mingyu. I invited him to join me."

[I BET YOU ALL THAT I HAVE THAT JEONGHAN WAS POUTING]

There was a brief pause on Jeonghan's end before he hummed softly, the sound low and contemplative. "Why didn’t you invite me?"

[SIR–]

[look at her face… she knows]

Luna bit her lip, sensing a bit of teasing in his tone, but knowing Jeonghan, there was probably a hint of something more that the fans seemed to pick up.

“I didn’t want to wake you up, Hannie." She said.

"And it was okay for you to wake me?" Mingyu joked.

[you came running anyways babes]

"You can always leave." Luna sassed back calling out his bluff.

[Called him out 🤣]

Jeonghan hummed again, this time with a slight chuckle. "I’m awake now… I’ll come over too."

[He really said: “Luna alone with Mingyu?”🏃‍♂️💨]

The announcement caused another flurry of excited comments from the fans, many of them thrilled at the prospect of having both Jeonghan and Mingyu in the same live with Luna.

Luna laughed softly, her eyes crinkling at the corners. "Alright, oppa, come over. We’re just chatting with CARATs."

As they waited for Jeonghan to arrive, the live continued with Luna and Mingyu answering more fan questions, their banter easy and comfortable. Despite the playful atmosphere, the fans couldn’t help but notice the underlying tension, especially with the way Mingyu’s gaze would occasionally drift towards Luna, his expression softening as he watched her interact with the fans.

[MINGYU BABE… SNAP OUT OF IT]

[he is drooling💀]

[he isn’t even trying to hide it anymore]

[Kim Mingyu.exe has stopped working]

When Jeonghan finally arrived, dressed in a simple hoodie and sweatpants, his hair slightly tousled from sleep, the dynamic in the room shifted. He slid onto the bed beside Luna, his presence immediately felt. The three of them squeezed together to fit into the frame, and the fans went wild at the sight of the trio together.

[How can he be hot and cute at the same fucking time?]

"Hi," Jeonghan greeted the fans again, his voice now fully awake and filled with his usual charm.

[BABYYYYY HIIIIII]

The fans were quick to comment on the contrast between his earlier groggy tone and his current bright energy. As the live continued, the interaction between the three of them was light and playful, but the fans couldn’t shake the feeling that there was something more simmering beneath the surface.

Whether it was the way Mingyu and Jeonghan seemed to subtly compete for Luna’s attention or the occasional shared glance between Luna and Jeonghan, the tension was palpable, leaving the fans on the edge of their seats, eager to see what would happen next.

[this live was just them trying to fight for her attention]

AIRPORT JEALOUSY

[And now I present to you this iconic airport clip]

[I would like to name this piece of art ‘The Jealous and the Protective’]

[Enjoy]

The airport was a flurry of activity as SEVENTEEN made their way through the bustling terminal. The members moved together as one, a unit that had been through countless travels, but this time there was an extra level of intensity.

Fans had gotten wind of their departure for the U.S., and now the airport was swarming with people eager to catch a glimpse of their idols. A barrier of bodyguards and security flanked them on all sides, creating a protective bubble as they navigated through the sea of fans.

[On a real note y’all really need to stop swarming them]

Cameras flashed incessantly, capturing every moment, every smile, every wave. The members, ever the professionals, bowed politely and waved to their fans, their faces calm and composed despite the chaos surrounding them.

The air buzzed with energy, screams of fans echoing off the walls, their voices blending into a high-pitched cacophony that only seemed to grow louder with each step the group took.

In the middle of it all was Luna, walking close to Mingyu, who was at her side like a protective shadow.

[shadow, my shadow, my shadow~]

They were in the midst of a conversation, their heads tilted slightly towards each other to hear over the noise. Luna's expression was relaxed, a small smile playing on her lips as she listened to whatever Mingyu was saying.

[IN FRONT OF EVERYONE]

Suddenly, the crowd surged forward, and Luna was caught off guard. The push was unintentional, a result of fans pressing forward for a better look, but it was enough to make her stumble. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she felt herself losing balance.

Before she could react, Mingyu’s hand shot out, his grip firm and reassuring as he caught her by the arm, pulling her closer to him. "Whoa, careful," he murmured, his voice low but clear over the din. His other hand instinctively went to her back, steadying her as they continued to walk.

[HAND PLACEMENT!!!]

The concern in his eyes was evident, his protective nature coming to the forefront. From his position ahead of them, Jeonghan witnessed the entire exchange. His pace faltered for a brief moment as he glanced back, his sharp eyes taking in the scene.

[ISTG BRO JEALOUS JEONGHAN IS JUST SO HOT]

The sight of Mingyu holding Luna so closely stirred something within him, a flash of emotion that flickered across his usually serene features. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but for those who knew him well, it was unmistakable— a mixture of jealousy and protectiveness simmering beneath the surface.

Jeonghan’s eyes narrowed slightly as they locked onto Mingyu’s hand on Luna’s arm. His gaze softened when it shifted to Luna, who was now securely in Mingyu's grasp, her expression still calm despite the near fall.

[🫠🫠🫠]

Without breaking stride, Jeonghan did something that only someone as effortlessly cool as him could pull off— he lifted his hand slightly and, without even glancing back, made a subtle 'come here' gesture with his fingers, a silent command meant only for Luna.

[HE IS SO HOT FOR THIS I SIMPLY CANNOT]

Luna didn’t hesitate for a second. It was as if she had been waiting for that very signal. Her eyes immediately caught the motion, and she reached out, her fingers slipping into Jeonghan’s hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

[no hesitation whatsoever which tells me this happens regularly]

Their fingers intertwined effortlessly, and with that, Jeonghan began guiding her forward, ensuring she was safe at the front of the group.

Mingyu, now trailing slightly behind, watched as Luna’s attention shifted to Jeonghan, their hands linked with an unspoken understanding. A pang of something unidentifiable passed through him, but he quickly masked it with a smile, maintaining his protective stance behind Luna, his hand still resting lightly on her back as if to say he was there if she needed him.

[She really has these men vying for her]

[Queen shit right there]

To the fans watching from the sidelines, the entire exchange was both mesmerizing and revealing. The sight of Jeonghan holding out his hand for Luna, the way she instinctively reached for him, and Mingyu’s immediate reaction to steady her— it all played out in a matter of seconds, but it spoke volumes.

Some fans squealed in delight, others exchanged knowing glances, and a few hurriedly typed out what they had just witnessed, already anticipating how the scene would blow up on social media. The protective dynamic between the three was undeniable, and the tension that simmered just below the surface was the kind that left everyone speechless.

GDA 2020

The ‘2020 Golden Disk Awards’ was one of the most anticipated events of the year, a night when the biggest names in K-pop gathered to celebrate their achievements and put on spectacular performances. The air buzzed with excitement as artists mingled backstage, rehearsed for their performances, and prepared to sit in the audience to watch the show unfold.

[THIS CLIP WAS LEGIT. ISTG MINGYU WAS GENUINELY PISSED]

[usually it is playful jealousy from the both of them but this time I think he was genuinely angry 👀]

SEVENTEEN, known for their stellar performances and impeccable teamwork, were seated together in the artist section, their eyes glued to the massive screens that hung above the stage. The cameras frequently panned across the audience, capturing the reactions of various groups and solo artists as they enjoyed the show.

Luna sat comfortably between Jeonghan and Mingyu. She was dressed in a sleek black dress that contrasted beautifully with the light makeup she wore. Her long hair cascaded over her shoulders, and she carried herself with the same quiet confidence that had earned her a special place in the hearts of Carats and K-pop fans alike.

[one of her best looks hands down]

The night had been filled with breathtaking performances and emotional speeches. The members were all in high spirits, applauding for their peers and exchanging whispered comments with each other. The group’s energy was infectious, and Luna, who was usually more reserved during such events, couldn’t help but feel the joy radiating from her bandmates.

[I’m sorry she just radiate bad bitch energy]

[untouchable fr]

As the night continued, the camera operator seemed to have a knack for finding the most candid moments. The large screens displayed close-ups of idols laughing, clapping, and reacting to the performances on stage. Suddenly, during a brief lull in the program, the camera zeroed in on Luna. Her face, initially unaware of the camera, was caught in a moment of serene focus as she watched the stage, her lips slightly parted in awe of the ongoing performance.

[LOOK AT HER!]

[SHE LOOKS CGI IN THERE]

The fans in the audience and those watching the live broadcast at home were quick to notice the shift. A collective gasp rose from the crowd, followed by an explosion of cheers as Luna’s face filled the screen. The noise caught her attention, and she turned to look at the big screen, only to realize that it was her own face staring back at her.

Her eyes widened in surprise before a radiant smile spread across her face. It was a smile that was both shy and charming, the kind that made hearts skip a beat. Luna’s reaction was pure and unfiltered, and the audience couldn’t get enough of it. The sound of fans screaming filled the venue, and the energy in the room surged as more fans joined in, their voices merging into a singular, resounding cheer.

[god took his time with her]

[I know her parents high five when they see her face]

[I just know she was made with love and not just a quick nut]

[I’ll stop.]

The members of SEVENTEEN noticed the shift as well. Seungkwan, always the expressive one, clapped enthusiastically, nudging Joshua and pointing at Luna on the screen. Hoshi joined in with a playful smirk, mouthing something to the camera as if to say, “Isn’t she great?” The rest of the members followed suit, their faces lighting up with pride and affection for their female member.

[I need friends that supportive]

[they are her biggest fans 🥹]

Jeonghan, who had been quietly watching the screen, leaned in closer to Luna. His expression was soft, his gaze lingering on her as if the rest of the world had faded away. The camera captured the moment just as Jeonghan mouthed a single word, his lips barely moving, but clear enough for any lip-reader to understand: “Beautiful.”

[HE SAID IT GUYS. IT IS PRETTY OBVIOUS]

Luna didn’t seem to notice Jeonghan’s words at first, her attention still partly on the screen, but Mingyu did. Seated on her other side, Mingyu’s smile faltered for the briefest of moments as he watched Jeonghan lean in close to Luna, whispering words that were meant only for her. The flicker of jealousy in Mingyu’s eyes was subtle, but for the eagle-eyed fans who knew him well, it was unmistakable.

[till this day, I want to know the tea behind this]

Mingyu shifted slightly in his seat, his hand tightening around the armrest as he fought to keep his expression neutral. The camera had moved on to another group, but the tension in their little corner of the artist section had not dissipated. Mingyu glanced at Jeonghan, who had now settled back into his seat, his gaze still fixed on Luna with that same adoring look.

The fans who were paying close attention to SEVENTEEN noticed the way Mingyu’s gaze darted between Luna and Jeonghan. It was as if he was trying to decipher what had just happened, his mind racing with thoughts that he couldn’t quite voice out loud. The competition between the two men for Luna’s attention had always been there, but tonight it seemed more palpable than ever.

As the next performer took the stage, Luna leaned back in her chair, her smile still lingering on her lips. She turned slightly to Jeonghan, who gave her a small, knowing smile in return. They exchanged a few words, their conversation hidden from the cameras, but their body language spoke volumes. Jeonghan’s posture was relaxed, and confident, as if he knew he had said the right thing at the right time.

[Guys I need the lore behind this. I am so serious]

Mingyu, on the other hand, was far from relaxed. He glanced at Luna, his brow furrowing slightly as he tried to join the conversation, but it was clear that something was bothering him. The fans who were watching the broadcast from home picked up on it immediately, and social media began to buzz with speculation. Tweets and posts started flooding in, with fans dissecting every little interaction between the trio.

[TWITTER THIS DAY WAS JUST INSANE]

[you just had to be there]

As the show continued, the tension between Jeonghan and Mingyu didn’t go unnoticed by the other members of SEVENTEEN either. DK, ever the peacemaker, tried to engage Mingyu in conversation, distracting him with lighthearted jokes and comments. But even as Mingyu laughed along with DK, his eyes kept drifting back to Luna and Jeonghan.

[I am being serious when I say this, something happened backstage for sure]

At one point, Luna, feeling the weight of the attention on her, turned to Mingyu with a bright smile, asking him a question about the next performer. Mingyu’s expression softened instantly, his eyes lighting up as he responded, eager to be the focus of her attention once again. But the moment was fleeting, as the show’s host announced the next award category, drawing everyone’s attention back to the stage.

Jeonghan, ever the observant one, noticed the shift in Mingyu’s demeanor and couldn’t help but smirk to himself. He knew Mingyu well enough to understand what was going on, but instead of backing down, Jeonghan seemed more determined than ever to keep Luna’s attention on him. It was a subtle, unspoken battle, one that played out in smiles, glances, and whispered words that only the three of them could hear.

[Jeonghan and Mingyu: “Pick me. Choose me. Love me.” Or however the fuck that goes]

As the night drew to a close and the final awards were handed out, SEVENTEEN stood to applaud the winners, their voices blending with the rest of the audience in a chorus of cheers.

But even as they clapped and cheered, the tension remained. The fans, ever watchful, continued to document every little moment, every glance and smile that passed between Luna, Jeonghan, and Mingyu. The love triangle that had been simmering beneath the surface was now more visible than ever, and the fans couldn’t wait to see what would happen next.

As the show finally ended and SEVENTEEN prepared to leave the venue, Jeonghan and Mingyu both moved to walk beside Luna. But this time, it was Luna who took control of the situation, linking her arms with both of them and pulling them close as they made their way out. The fans erupted in cheers as they watched the trio leave, their voices echoing through the venue.

[SHE HAS TWO ON A LEESH]

For Luna, the night had been a whirlwind of emotions, but she was blissfully unaware of the silent battle being waged for her attention. For Jeonghan and Mingyu, however, the competition was far from over. As they left the award show and stepped into the night, the tension between them lingered, a reminder that when it came to Luna, neither was willing to back down.

And for the fans, the story of SEVENTEEN’s love triangle had just added another chapter, one that they would be talking about for a long time to come.

And there we have it, a brief glimpse of the jealous moments between Jeonghan and Mingyu.

Comment down below what video I should do next! I can do anything SEVENTEEN related, from chaotic moments to videos of our favorite throupl– I mean triangle.

That’s all for now. Toodleloo~

comments…

@/lunababybae • 3 months ago ╰ that insomnia zero episode was just something else entirely.

@/saythename • 3 months ago ╰ MINGYU CONFESSING TO LUNA IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE!!

@/lalalunanova • 3 months ago ╰ istg look at 7:09 Jeonghan staring into Jiyeon’s soul.

@/jeonwoowonwoo • 3 months ago ╰ WATCH THE MEMBERS FACES WHEN MINGYU CONFESSED. THEY WERE ALL CAUGHT OFF GUARD.

@/mimilyemily • 3 months ago ╰ I am convinced the reason Luna stayed another round in the Insomnia Zero episode was because of what Mingyu said.

@/user624729262863 • 3 months ago ╰ Jeonghan breaking Jiyeon’s Wall-E Lego would have been my final straw tbh

@/kpopaddict555• 3 months ago ╰ you can’t convince me that the members weren’t trying to play Mingyu’s confession as a joke. YOU CANNOT!!

@/svtstan17• 3 months ago ╰ 8:00 they were all exchanging looks! Like I’m shocked they even kept this in the final cut.

@/sssssydnyyy • 3 months ago ╰ I am convinced these three are together 👀 don’t kill me. The evidence is right here.

@/mrsbaebae • 3 months ago ╰ 10:05 - 10:20 the fact that Mingyu and Jeonghan didn’t even bother dropping their mics and just kept holding it up for Luna till she finished talking is insane to me

@/jeongnanana • 2 months ago ╰ I AM IN PAIN RN. I LOVE JEONGNA WITH MY LIFE BUT FOR SOME REASON MINGNA IS TEMPTING ME AS WELL. SEND HELP FR.

@/shuashua17_ • 2 months ago ╰ jeonghan wiping the water off of Luna’s face and fixing her hair whilst having a injured arm is too much for me 🥹

@/gyusshadow • 1 month ago ╰ MINGYU’S HUGE ASS BICEPS WRAPPED AROUND JIYEON’S TINY WAIST MAKES ME WANT TO BE MANHANDLED BY HIM SO MUCH IT PHYSICALLY PAINS ME 🥵

@/oozoozwoozi6 • 1 month ago ╰ Gyu and Jeonghan’s morning voice in Luna’s live was simply life changing

@/donquixote • 1 month ago ╰ that Luna live should be renamed as “Watch as Tweedledee and Tweedledum fight for my attention.”

@/cutiesexylovely • 2 weeks ago ╰ JEONGHAN, LUNA, AND MINGYU IN GDA 2020 IS MY ROMAN EMPIRE. CAUSE WTF WAS GOING ON THAT NIGHT FR!??

@/moonlight_1997 • 1 week ago ╰ Jeonghan leading Luna in the airport and Mingyu protecting her from the back screams throuple… I am sorry but it’s the truth 🤭

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livelaughlovesubs · 2 months ago

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Ooh so for the prompts

Spitting in their mouth and hurting them in front of a mirror so they’re forced to watch with Fyodor? Cause he's often super prideful and I have a huge corruption (idk if you'd call it that) kink and it would be fun to break him a lil <3

HAPPY ONE YEAR BLOG ANNIVERSARY BTW YOUR WORK IS AMAZINGGG 💗

THANK YOU DARLING <33 oh and I paired these up cuz they’re a little similar :] (also I feel like this one isn’t that good)

Dom!reader x sub!fyodor - reader is gn

Warning: mirror play, biting, kissing, marking, hair pulling, spiting, teasing, dirty talk (?), a bit manhandling

Anniversary event

“See your reflection, fedya?” You made eye contact with him through the mirror, chin resting on his shoulder while he made himself comfortable in your lap. “Of course I do.” Fyodor answered, a slight frown on his face. He wondered why you wanted to bring a mirror into your play session. “Mhm, look at you, such a pretty boy.” A slight rustle of your clothes, then you pointed at the laid out scene in front of you, kissing his neck softly when you noticed him watching.

His shoulders jerked a little, heart racing by a lot, most of it being due to shame. A shiver ran down his spine. “Is this all? A little bit of kissing?” He teased, almost disappointed as he turned around to properly look you in the eyes. You shook your head, nudging him in order to make him look back into the mirror, mumbling, “be a good boy and keep watching. It’ll be fun.” The ‘good boy’ in question didn’t see the ‘fun’ in it like you did, though nonetheless, he listened to you and obediently did as he was told.

Then you resumed kissing him, moving your lips along the smooth edges of his jawline, down to his throat and lastly his shoulders. You felt him relax in your grasp, a soft sigh leaving his lips while he slumps back against your chest. Seeing how peaceful this was, you wanted to tease him a little, blowing hot air against his ear as you asked, “Feels nice?” He nodded, eyes half-lidded as he lazily gazed into the mirror, still a little confused. “Ah? Want some more action then?”

Fyodor didn’t think much about it, he must have been dozing off since he nodded so easily. “I’ll start slow so don’t worry.” You smirked, then chomped down on his neck, leaving behind nasty bite marks. “Ah- ahhhHh.??!” He yelped in surprise at the sharp pain spreading from the wound, irritating his skin. When you bit him, you didn’t know when to stop, all you could feel was his tender skin getting crushed and the hardness of the muscles a layer beneath.

That’s why it went as far as you drawing blood.

His gaze fixated on his reflection in the mirror, playing out in front of him like a movie. He felt his insides twist and curl when he saw some blood prickling from his bite wound, and you licking it up eagerly. “Ughh..!” When he tried to turn his head around once more, you grabbed a fistful of his hair and yanked on it, forcing him to stay seated. “Wha- y/n..?” You interrupted him, “I told you to look ahead, fyodor.” He gulped, eyes slowly wandering back to the object opposite of him.

Poor boy, he couldn’t keep his small whines of pain mixed with lust down whenever you tugged at his hair, or left more marks of ownership on his skin. Soon, his neck and shoulder area looked like a battlefield, with all these bites and hints of remaining blood. Then, by accident, your eyes met. He fixated on your gaze through the mirror, shivering with anticipation. You whispered with an unreadable smile, “aren’t you a cute thing? Making such lewd sounds just by watching your reflection?”

He digressed, wanting to turn around again before stopping himself, not wanting to disobey your orders again, “you’ve been making advanced on me, of course this would happen.” It sounded more like an excuse than an argument, and he didn’t exactly say it with much conviction. “Is that so?” You asked again, pulling at his silky hair. Now you were the one to make him turn and look at you.

“Huh?” His eyes widened, blinking a few times in shock. Fyodor was arching his back because of you tugging his head backwards, hands bawled into fists as he rest them on his thighs. “Stick your tongue out, fedya.” You said, face hovering inches above him, gazing down at him all smug and affectionate. He thought you were going to kiss him, so he blushed a little, then obliged nonetheless. Awkwardly sticking his tongue out, eyelids hanging low over his pupils.

You thought he looked really cute like that. Looking so eager to kiss you, basically trembling with excitement. With something so cute in your presence, you wouldn’t not smile, lips pressed tightly shut to suppress a smirk before kissing the tip of his nose. He frowned at your teasing gesture, wet muscle still hanging out like you wanted. “Don’t look so mad.” You chirped and leaned down to his lips, but instead of doing what he expected, you also stuck out your tongue and let your saliva drip down into his mouth.

He was like frozen, unmoving like a statue. Then you clasped a hand over his lips, telling him, “swallow.” It took a moment for him to register your words, but when he did, his cheeks flushed and he shook his head. “Why, embarrassed?” You muttered, continuing with, “don’t be, I’ve made you do worse.” Fyodor hesitated, then gulped, you saw his Adam’s apple moving. Once he finished, you pulled your hand back, and a whimper immediately followed.

“HnnGh…” some tears were swelling in the corners of his eyes, or you were just imagining it. Nevertheless, you leaned closer to his ear and whispered, “see? Wasn’t so hard. And it seems you enjoyed it in the end anyway.” He whined again, involuntarily of course but he still did, and avoided your gaze by turning to the side, mumbling meekly, “stop talking..” seeing how worked up he was, you couldn’t help yourself, grinning from ear to ear as you teased, “you sure? Since based on your little whimpers, you seem to like what I’m doing quite a bit.”

There was no answer from him, he was way too humiliated to do anything against your relentless teasing. The boy shuddered, and you let go of his hair, instead making him look into the mirror again. “Anyway, shall we continue where we left off?” He had to brace himself for a long night.

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r0-boat · 22 days ago

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Ok what about the kings rut headcanons? Please please please please please please 🥺

You asked and you shall receive!!

Whb Kings Rut Headcannons

Cw: darker than I anticipated, breeding, biting (hard biting like drawing blood), mentions of cannibalism, yandere behavior, Demons becoming more primal in rut, especially asmodeus, free use, Dubcon/noncon

Satan

If you didn't think he would get any more violent. You're dead wrong with all this extra testosterone coursing through his veins. All he wants to do is fight things. With a legion of loyal subordinates who also want to fight and destroy, Gehenna's streets become the purge; all their rage and stress are released at once.

And they like this! Starting brawls in the streets, clashing horns and gnashing their teeth as they wrestle each other with their bare hands. Demons are challenging Satan for his claim on you bonus points if they get beaten up in the process.

But Satan wants more. He wants to fight something and feel like he's in danger, with no weapons, guns, or flamethrowers, just him and his bare hands going against something much stronger than himself. He wants to prove his strength to you and take you after winning a brutal fight. To smear his blood and semen onto you, claiming you as his.

The other kings are the only ones who can equal his strength, either in magic or in muscle. His temper somehow becomes shorter as he is itching to jump across the table and fist-fight Mammon.

His subordinates fear their King will hurt you, but it's the opposite. He's so gentle and needy that he whines for your attention. Dragging his tongue across the nape of your neck and burying his face to smell your sweet scent. Spinning you down with all of his strength, wrapping a muscular arm around you before harshly grinding his hips into you to reach as deep as possible. Unless he becomes provoked... Then that's a whole other story. You won't be sitting right for weeks.

Mammon

You are his possession as much as he views himself as yours. And he takes great care of all of his possessions. But you seem not too keen about being his... It's not like it's your choice to make anymore. Humans are fickle and don't know what they truly want. He can give you everything. So why haven't you submitted to him yet? Mammon becomes more pushy with his advances. He may be a pacifist, but he knows how much stronger he is than you are and is not used to the word no.

Of course, Mammon will worship you like any other night when the two of you get frisky, but you notice that his touch becomes more and more rough, from gentle caresses to harsh, grabbing and handling you like a doll. He not only likes to take care of his possessions but also uses them to their fullest extent. A demon of greed is still a demon of greed, And you are his favorite toy by far. Part of him wants to display you for all to see. Another part of him wants to drag you off into his bedroom chambers for you never to be seen again.

Maybe he sees you more as an exotic pet or a commodity. No matter how much he tells you that you own him, all demons are slave to their instincts when rut season is here. With the deep urge to mark you He will not hold back to how many teeth marks and hickeys he'll put on your body.

Once he feels those squeezing velvet walls around his cock he will never let you go. His body will quickly overwhelm you as he loses himself to pleasure. He will dress you in the finest silk gold and jewels. Then soaks his cum all over it. He doesn't care The price will probably go up with his seed seeped into the fabric.

Leviathan

In Hades, Few nobles show how much their rut affects them because that usually means feeding into their king's jealousy. Especially when they just so happen to have the same rut as Leviathan's

During this time, no one looks or talks to you in his presence. Mammon thinks about locking you away forever. Leviathan would actually do it.

I think Rut Leviathan becomes borderline yandere as he becomes more open about how much he wants you. Murmuring scary thoughts out loud of how he wants to lock you in a nice cage, throw away the key. Or cut a little piece off to always have with him. Or threaten to kill people close to you. All the while, he's balls deep inside you with little care of how fast he's bucking his hips (very wholesome, very romantic 💞)

He is hanging on by a thread, and all it takes is seeing you with another for him to lose it. And once he does, He will fuck you without mercy, drill his hips with every ounce of his being until the two of you can't think of anything other than each other. If he has to break your mind with his dick, he will.

Needy and petty, willing to do anything to get just a sliver of that attention. The usually refined, elegant demon becomes nothing but a moaning, drooling beast. He will fill you up. You will be claimed.

Beelzebub

That ferocious sexual hunger is tripled. No matter how much you seem to satisfy and he just wants more more more more more. And keep in mind this man has clones, too. He will let go, and his clones will swarm you.

He bites; if it weren't for his other clones tending and touching you, distracting the sharp pain of his teeth and breaking your skin with pleasure, you would be screaming in pain. It's honestly a miracle how he didn't lose control and consume you. Only because he finds the taste of your juices even sweeter, once he's between your legs he is never coming back up. A hand vigorously stroking his cock as he tries to ring you out and suck you dry. Coke sing you to cum on his tongue again and again until you physically can't give anymore. And he'll still want more after that.

Having a more sensitive nose than any other demon in hell, He is drawn to you like a moth to a flame. He'll smell you from anywhere. No matter how far you are, he'll still find you. He'll bury his nose in the name of your neck and start rolling his tongue across your flesh and wanting just a taste of you—the taste of something he'll never have.

It's almost as if he loses control of his powers since his clones don't disappear after he finishes. They stay with you, tend to you, touch you, fuck you, suck you, Constantly until their rut ends and their control returns. His dick will not leave you not. Even if you leave to go to the bathroom, he'll jump on you as if he hasn't seen you in years. He'll even be inside you when you're trying to eat or drink water, just slow grinding as he promised you he'd give you a break. He's trying to hold back.

At the end of his rut, he'll get super hungry since he rarely eats during his rut because all he can think about is fucking you. His subordinates and His people worry that he might lose control and eat you, so food will always be provided at his convenience when in a rut.

Lucifer

Obsessive dangerously obsessive. His angel body is not used to the intense hormonal heat that is a demon rut. He was not expecting His rut to come so strong... It has to be because of your influence. He tries so hard to fight back but all he could think about is you.

He could barely control himself and his body around you as is now it seems like his rut is trying to get him to mate with you to claim, punish and worship you. It's like two sides of him are fighting with each other. To bully you till you scream and cry for him. Another part of him screams to to praise and take care of you.

He punishes and overwhelms you to the point you cry. All the while, he praises and worships those tears that fall down your cheeks. Kissing them away as he fucks you harder, muttering about how well you're taking him, and you look so divine like this, like you were made to be nothing else but a cock sleeve.

Lucifer has been getting the increasing desire to learn every little bit about you put you under a microscope and examine every little hair on your head. To memorize every little twitch in your body and squeal you make. To learn what reaction you make when he tilts the angle of his cock just a right inside you.

He may or may not have a secret binder filled with detailed facts about everything you do or about you in general. But he always goes back to during his rut either to fill out more or read to himself to.... Relieve stress. His rats would have been a lot worse if it weren't for this binder so you're welcome... I can't imagine what the other Kings will do to get their hands on this.

Belphegor

It's cold and you're so warm... Would you be a doll and be his little cock warmer? His toys are nothing like the real thing. Sadly he can't sleep and masturbate at the same time and his wet dreams just make him wake up wanting more so why don't you stay here for a while and be there so he could use you as he pleases.

In meetings? He's snug right inside you! You're trying to sleep? Well he just woke up any needs to start thrusting right now, He's laying down and reading? Now don't be shy start grinding...

The farther in his right cycle the more active he becomes no longer are you just warming his cock now he's starting to grind into you. Feeling your walls milk him murmuring how you're his favorite toy.

Belphegor in rut is very needy. You can't leave for a second without him trying to follow you in some way. He can't bear to part with that warm tight hold of yours. Every time you try to move away from him he whines and cries out in displeasure.

I wouldn't try pushing your luck if I were you. If you tease him anymore he'll just flip you over and go crazy. Fucking you back into submission showing you who's a really in charge of you. If you keep misbehaving he's going to have Beleth join in and trust me you don't want that. He's not as nice as Belphegor is.

Asmodeus

Losing all control, He is no longer a demon at this point now a feral beast wanting one thing. A Mate. Not just anyone though... No not just anyone will do, He wants you... He wants you in the most primal way, drill you into the soil the both of you howling and pleasure. And of course since it is the season to feel lust his power is significantly stronger to the point where if he were to escape all of hell would Make people have orgies in his path. For the safety of you and frankly everyone else

So, at the start of the demon rut season, They chain Asmodeus up and lock him deep underneath the Abaddon red prison. If you still want to visit him that's your death wish but the guards think perhaps maybe you can calm him down since his rut only had gotten worse since he came back to hell.

Asmodeus is now completely naked His form in the middle of his human form and beast form as he struggles to maintain control. His smile widens as you see. His nostrils flare at your scent as he books his hips, his cock with a swollen knot at the base.

However, if you didn't visit him... He would break out and find you... Hunt you down like a hungry animal. There is no high; there is no How are you? There's just chasing and breeding. He looks at you with wide, unblinking eyes, stalking closer, ready to pounce. A beast with a sadistic thrill of the chase so much so that he'd rather toy with his prey before taking you completely. He'd rather slowly make you known of his presence that he draws near and you better find an escape plan before he gets you.

You better pray that you are not out in hell alone at night. Any other time, he would love having the kings underneath him, but now His instinct screams that they will take you from him. He will fight them with his bare hands and prove to you that he's the better male and hopes you'll choose him, give your body to him, and let him mark you as his mate.

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miniwheat77 · 2 years ago

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Soft. (Protective!Ghost x Reader.)

!CW! Ghost comforting reader, Mentions of SA, violence, I wanted smut to be in this but smut felt wrong for the sweetness, (lemme know if I missed any.)

(Summary): Ghost notices the way reader resists his advances and gets frustrated

I'm combining a few of the asks I got for this, hope you enjoy :) you can find them here and here

Ghost really didn’t mean to seem as persistent as he came across.

It took the both of you many months to begin dating, and many more to be so comfortable around each other and Ghost always tried his best to avoid the topic of sex. Not for any specific reason, but because he knew neither of you were ready for it. But after many months of dating, he’d made a couple advances. He was ready to take the next step with you, and neither of you had talked too much about it.

You either ignored him, or acted oblivious to what he was doing, it was on purpose and even he could tell. He assumed maybe you just weren’t ready but the insecurity got the best of him. Was there something wrong with him? Did you not find him attractive anymore? They got the best of him and before he knew it, he was losing sleep over it. He was a little more aggressive around you lately and you had a feeling why he was. You knew you’d eventually have to come clean about what was going on.

Ghost decided to give it one last try.

He approached as he normally had and was a little more aggressive than he meant to be. Pinning you against a wall and kissing you aggressively. “Simon-“ you tried pushing him off. “S-Simon stop.” You laugh, but he’s not stopping. Your smile falters at his persistence, flashes of what happened to you previously have you panicking slightly. “Simon enough!” You push him off. He groans out and the way he’s acting makes you uncomfortable. “Simon what the hell is going on?” You breathe. “Why won’t you have sex with me Hm? Is there something wrong?” He asks frustratedly. “Simon- what the hell?” You breathe. “Whatever Y/N.” He shakes his head, walking off. A sigh leaves your lips as he walks away.

You felt horrible afterward. You understood him wanting to take the next step with you, and understood him wanting to advance in your relationship this way.

Simon felt horrible. He’d pushed himself onto you way more than he initially anticipated, his forceful side got the best of him and he had made you uncomfortable. He needed to seek you out and apologize for his actions, but another part of him was hurt that you wouldn’t show any kind of initiative to further your relationship in that regard. Or at least give him some kind of explanation as to why you didn’t want it. He deserves to know. You fight against your better judgment and decide to give him some time to calm down, maybe it's a bad idea, maybe it isn't even meant for him, maybe it's meant for you. Time to think about what to say, time to relax for what you're going to have to tell him.

The following day, first thing in the morning, you're sneaking out to his room like you had done so many times in the past, walking right into his room. He's still asleep, and you sit down on the edge of his bed near him. He flinches awake as he feels the weight of you sitting next to him. Relaxing when he realizes it's you. He decides against saying anything, and instead pulls you into him. You lay next to him, sighing. "I'm sorry for yesterday Y/N." He breathes. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable and I'm sorry for being so forceful. I just wanted to take that next step with you." He sighs. "It's okay Simon." You breathe. "Is it something with me?" He asks. "What do you mean?" You look at him confused. "Do.. you not trust me? Or... find me attractive in that way?" He asks. "No. No Simon. Jeez." You breathe. "It's not that at all. Just.. Give me a minute to explain myself and It'll make sense okay?" You say. He nods his head. "I think you're stunning Simon. I think you are absolutely perfect in every single way and I should have opened up to you about this beforehand." You sigh.

"When I was younger, I had this boyfriend and he wasn't too kind." You breathe.

You go into more detail, voice breaking slightly as you explain everything he had done to you. The physical, psychological, sexual abuse.

By the time you finish, Ghost wants to hunt him down personally and torture him for what he had done to you. You were so nice and caring and patient with him. Finding out what you had told him has him fuming. You didn't deserve that. "The reason I didn't want to tell you is because I know how much you have gone through and I didn't want to add anymore to your full plate. I didn't want you to look at me differently." You sigh. He shakes his head. "Y/N." He breathes. "I love you." He cups your face, forcing you to look at him. "I love you and no matter what you've been through, no matter what you have done, no matter what has happened, nothing will change that." He breathes. "You are my everything. I would die for you, I've killed for you. And that bastard that put his hands on you deserves nothing more than my face being the last thing he ever sees." He sighs. He presses his lips to yours, trying to stop the tears that are running down your cheeks. "I wish you would have told me sooner sweetheart. I'm so sorry for pushing you so much." You laugh, trying to conceal the sobs that so desperately want to come out. "Simon, I know you'd never hurt me like that. I'm sorry for not telling you." You breathe.

He takes a deep breath. "I've had some bad stuff happen to me too." He looks down. "On a couple of the missions I've been on, I've been tortured and abused in a lot of the same ways." He sighs. You look up at him, eyes watering even more. You pull him into a tight hug. "I love you so much Simon. You didn't deserve that." He laughs. "Nobody deserves that. But you have to work through it. You don't have any other choices."

You lay there next to him for the next couple of hours. Not caring if you get caught in his room. The both of you need this. Need to relax into each other. Finding out that Simon had gone through similar experiences, it hurts you. Despite all of that, he still trusted you enough to want that passion with you and you had resisted his advances. He would never force you. He didn't want you to feel obligated. He wanted you to be completely comfortable around him.

You notice after having that conversation, he becomes more protective of you. Pulling you behind him when men approach you, staring them down, the slightest interaction had him stepping in front of you. It intrigued you a lot.

When you bring Simon home with you to meet your family, it's hard for him. He doesn’t wear his mask and he’s skeptical. But it goes well. Your family loves him and welcome him into their home with open arms. Simon is awkward and nervous, but he loves it.

“This is where I grew up, this was one of my first jobs.” You smile. Pulling into the familiar bowling alley. He laughs. He has his mask on, and he’s more comfortable now. “You go inside, I’m going to smoke.” He smiles. “I want to stay with you.” You follow him. You both walk to the end of the sidewalk surrounding the building to the furthest side. There’s a lot of old leaves built up and it’s a common place for people to smoke. A car full of guys pulls up, blaring music. You roll your eyes. You see all of them pile out of the car, making their way up to the doors nearest to you and Simon. “Simon-“ you grasp his hand. He sees a man following the group inside, noticing you. He says something to them, before stepping back and making his way toward the both of you. Simon pushes you behind him, and you stare at the ground. Hoping he’ll go away. “Hey.” The guy smiles. Simon stays quiet. “Can I help you?” He asks. “Oh, no. But she can.” Simon blows a puff of smoke through his mask. “Yeah? Who are you?”

When he says his name, Simon clenches his free hand together. This was the guy who had put his hands on you. “Who are you?” He asks Simon. Simon laughs, ignoring him. “I asked you a question. What the hell are you doing with her anyways? Don’t you know she’s in a relationship?” He crosses his arms. Simon is trying to hold himself back for your sake and your sake only. But he’s pushing his buttons. Simon tosses the cigarette on the ground, stepping on it. “Yeah. She’s in a relationship with me.” The guy rolls his eyes. “You’ve got to be kidding. What’s with the stupid mask anyways?” Simon is fuming beneath it. “Just leave us alone.” You finally speak up. “I wasn’t talking to you, bitch.” He seethes, Simon takes a step forward quickly, grasping him by his throat and slamming him up against the concrete wall, making you flinch. Simon manhandles him like he weighs nothing. “Don’t talk to her like that.” He growls. “In the military they call me Lieutenant Ghost. I kill people like you for fun.” He breathes. He’s cutting off his air. “I’d kill you if she wasn’t watching me right now, because I respect her. If you come around her ever again, my face will be the last thing you ever fucking see. Am I understood?” He seethes. He nods his head. Simon draws back, knocking his fist into his face, one hard punch from the mountain of a man had him falling to the ground holding his face. Simon crouches down. “I pick my teeth with scum bags like you.”

He stands back up. “Come on sweetheart.” Ghost reaches a hand out to you, and you take it.

Simon doesn’t get to see the bowling alley, but he sees you pacing around inside of your apartment. You’re pacing back and fourth, something important clearly on your mind. He waits patiently for you to calm down, waiting for any sort of sign that you’re okay. “Y/N.. I’m sorry if I was too rough-“ you raise your hand, making him stop talking. He does immediately. Sitting down on your couch.

You wondered how the hell you managed to find someone like Simon. What on earth you had done to deserve him, the way he defends you. Seeing him put hands on that guy for you has your insides scrambling. You finally turn and look at him, and his eyes are full of remorse. Without thinking, you lean down, pressing your lips to his. He jumps a little but relaxes when he realizes what you were doing. You climb into his lap and he sighs into your lips, feeling you on him is some kind of relief he didn't know he needed to feel. "I can't believe you hit him." Are the first words out of your mouth when you pull apart. He laughs. "I wanted to do worse but.. didn't figure Price would appreciate that." He laughs. You relax into him. "I'd do anything for you." He brushes a hand through your hair. “I’d do anything for you too Simon. I just.. god. You’re so…” you think for a second.

“Hot.” The laugh that leaves Simons mouth is something you could listen to on repeat. “You’re hot too.” He breathes. Moving your chin to make you look at him. “Nobody touches you. Ever. Or they’ll deal with me.” He looks at you. “Am I understood?”

“Understood.”

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dustofthedailylife · 2 years ago

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Dust !!! I can just imagine these boys, Venti, kaeya, ayato with someone shy. Like these shit eat that up(I'm not against them with other personalities) but they love when their s/o turns red and flustered.

Not much of a venti gal.

Ayato just has this proud look after he kissed his s/o to show that their in a relationship, one was to see the look on his s/o and the other was to ward suitors off

Meanwhile kaeya just has this smirk after using a pick up line on his s/o..

One word, nonnie!! Y E S! (Also I'm not too familiar with Venti since I usually don't write for him so bear with me here sjdhsjkd >.<); I also added a couple more characters I could imagine this with.

"I love it when you're flustered." ft. Kaeya, Ayato, Tighnari, Heizou, Childe, Alhaitham, Venti x (gn!) Reader [Fluff]

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→ Kaeya teases you at every given opportunity. He drops the cheesiest and flirtiest lines with the widest smirk known to man, that make heat rise to your cheeks and make you want to bury your face in your hands. For one, he does so because he wants everyone to know you're his but also to see the absolutely adorable expression of yours when he flusters you. He is also not too shy to passionately kiss you in public either.

On the way home from the Tavern Kaeya pinned you against the next-best house wall and started peppering open-mouthed kisses from your lips over your jaw down to your collarbones. "Kaeya! We're in public, stop it!" you squealed. "Hmmm. No, I don't think I will... especially not when I notice what kind of effect I have on you."

→ Ayato is an absolute menace. As soon as he finds out you're putty in his hands whenever he makes any advances on you, he sees it as a personal challenge to provoke that reaction out of you as much as possible. How could he not when you always look so adorable? He whispers sweet nothings in your ear when you're out, or suddenly pulls you in to ravish your lips. If you look cute enough and if the mood strikes, he may even be so bold to do that out in public - after all everyone should know he is yours and you're his.

You felt your lover's arms wrap around your waist and a firm chest press against your back. He leans in to whisper all the terms of endearment in your ear that he is sure will get you flustered. "Ayato!" you reprimand. “You flirt in the most inconvenient situations, do you know that?” “You know you love it.”

→ Tighnari is a master of sass and teasing. Just one look at his face is usually enough for you to tell if he is up to no good again. Whenever he has that signature smirk plastered across his lips, you know he has something on his mind again that you'd find yourself on the receiving end of.

With arms outstretched you fell into Tighnari's embrace and nuzzled against his chest. He gently tipped your chin up like he always did just before he was about to kiss you. So you slightly leaned in and closed your eyes in anticipation. Expecting his plush lips to unite with yours - but nothing happened. You hesitantly opened your eyes again only to see a devilish smirk on his face causing you to squirm in his embrace. "Why are you closing your eyes, are you tired, love?" "Nari! You're so mean!"

→ Heizou knows exactly the kind of effect he has on you and he absolutely abuses it whenever he can. Of course, always in a loving and never in a malicious manner. He just can't help thinking you're the cutest thing in the entire world when you squirm and get unbelievably flustered by his advances.

Heizou had been teasing you for the entire evening already and thanks to that, you had become so flustered you could barely even stand looking at him anymore. With the most prominent smirk on his lips, he leaned in to whisper something in your ear. But quick as you shoved him away again before he could utter a single word. "Oh shut up already!" "Make me."

→ Childe is someone whose love language is flirtatious teasing. Expect him to take every chance he gets to remind you of things that makes you avert your eyes and stumble over your words like there is no tomorrow. And if you plan to take a jab back at him - don't. You're only going to make things worse for yourself.

A sheer onslaught of teasing comments and pecks of his lips across your jawline and neck had turned you into a shy and flustered puddle. All you managed to get out were some incoherent giggles and the occasional whine for him to stop. "Ugh, you're so unbearable." you groan with a wide grin, eliciting the widest grin from the ginger himself. A teasing bite into your collarbone as well as the mischievous glint in his eyes let you know that whatever was about to come next would verbally knock you off your feet. And it did. "Oh? Is that so? That sure sounded different yesterday."

→ Alhaitham is generally not someone who'd immediately come to mind when you think about teasing. But he is a natural at it, thanks to his very blunt and straightforward demeanor. He can be an absolute tease and absolutely smug when you're his partner and as soon as he feels comfortable around you. Prepare to be met with hardcore sarcasm and playful teasing to rile you up or get you flustered. He never admitted it but he loves to know he can have that effect on you.

You looked across the room to where Alhaitham was sitting but instead of reading, he was just staring at you surreptitiously over the book that he was still holding in front of his face. Checking you out from head to toe, with an inkling of a smug smile painted across his lips. The realization that he had been staring at you and observing your every move starts to dawn on you and you had to turn away to hide your flustered face from him. "Archons, Haitham! How long have you been staring at me? I can't stand it when you do that!" you whine as you hide your face behind your hands. "Well if you can't stand it, you should get yourself a chair."

→ Venti knows how to push your buttons and he sure as hell exploits that every now and then. When he drags you to the Tavern with him he loves to pretend to become drunk and becomes extra clingy. The bard, who already has a ready tongue, would become even more outspoken. Lulling you with words of affection and physical touch until you melt in his arms and have to hide your abashed expression.

Venti stood up from his bar stool and summoned his lyre. He loudly cleared his throat as if he was preparing to proudly announce something - which he most certainly was about to do. You could see that mischievous glint in his eyes from a mile away. "Everyone, allow me to play a song for my wonderful second half over here. Because I think everyone needs to know how wonderful, beautiful, and patient they are. And especially cute when they're flustered, like right now." As the room fell silent, every gaze in the room darted to your form, which was slumped over the bar in a futile attempt to hide your face in shame.

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tripleglitchwriting · 10 months ago

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I saw that the request is open, so I thought. How about a first contact au with rotb optimus? I've always liked that old bot haha

Hell yeah I rewatched the movie for this. Sorry it took longer for me to actually write this than I anticipated 😅

Some Things Are More Important

CW: Unintentional fearplay, calling a person “it” (also unintentionally)

Ah, the junkyard. A beautiful array of scrap metal glinting under the sun day after day, perfect for welding and crafting. For the longest time the atmosphere of the place put you off, but your drive to create overtook your fear and replaced it with passion.

The day your life changed was no different than any other. You took your time packing your things, preparing to scavenge once again, though the evening sun was already threatening to advance further down the sky. You didn’t need much, it wasn’t a far trip and certainly not a difficult one. You left in good time, pushing down the uneasy feeling you got when you stepped outside the house.

There was a specific piece of metal you were looking for, one you saw a couple days ago but wouldn’t fit in your cart due to how full it had been. It was the perfect size and shape for what you needed, of course you had to leave behind the one thing you needed now, though it couldn’t hurt to pick up some other materials while you were at it. Masterfully navigating your way through the junk was a special talent of yours, one you were quite proud of, so it struck you as odd when a random truck showed up in the middle of the yard.

It was red and blue, one of those trucks that carried huge cargo boxes and were scary to drive next to. It was pretty beat up, though you can’t imagine why someone would leave it here of all places rather than a used car lot or something. Well, you thought, it wasn’t your problem, so you didn’t treat it as such. You simply continued your search. There were so many great pieces of metal, you ended up staying there until dusk, yet you still couldn’t find the one you were looking for.

Now that you think about it, it must’ve been where that truck was now. Maybe somebody moved it, or worse, took it. It would be a huge bummer to lose such a perfect piece to your puzzle, so you figured staying out to look near the truck wouldn’t hurt anybody.

After around ten minutes of picking through trash, you heard a sound. It wasn’t particularly loud, but it was unnerving to say the least. It sounded like metal scraping together so you brushed it off as the wind blowing on some light metal or something. Five minutes later it happened again, this time louder. Not long after it happened again, and by now you were getting pretty freaked out.

Taking metal from the scrapyard wasn’t particularly illegal, after all you’d learned how to do it properly from your law-abiding friends, however it came with a certain set of risks. Getting cut by rusty metal, stepping on a stray nail, or even getting robbed by someone who preys on scrap pickers like yourself. You didn’t want to know what the sound was and you weren’t about to find out, perfect piece be dammed. It was time to cut your losses.

You didn’t take two steps before it happened.

A strange, mechanical, alien sound rattled from behind you. You whipped your head around despite your survival instincts telling you to run immediately. Before your very eyes the red and blue truck started pulling itself part, little pieces forming a much, much larger figure. It looked nearly human really, if not for being impossibly large and also a robot truck.

A gobsmacked look etched itself on your face, not that you noticed it. You were a little preoccupied at the time, with the giant robot reaching a giant robot hand at you. Just then you realized there was a giant robot hand reaching at you, and you screamed louder than any horror movie victim ever could. The hand froze for a second, taken aback by your sudden noise, but when you remained frozen it continued its pursuit.

It was already too late by the time your body agreed to let you move. Incomprehensibly large fingers wrapped around your comparatively small form, gripping you tight enough to stop any struggles you tried to make. The thing held you up to its face, bright blue eyes shining like headlights in your vision. There were plenty of words that came from your mouth at the time, none of which were at any point comprehendible. To your utter shock, the robot seemed to notice this.

“Perhaps I have downloaded the wrong language pack… or I have found the wrong species…” It said to itself in a distinctly human voice.

“Wh- what the- what are- what are you?” Hooray! You got a sentence out. Your heart was not as excited though, as it felt more like it was going to pound out of your chest.

“So you can speak.” The voice boomed, knocking any hope you had of replying out of your throat.

“What?? What???” You rasped out, two words was better than none, you supposed.

“Did I… break you?”

“Did you- no, no you… didn’t. Please don’t.”

“I do not intend to bring you any harm, little one.“

“Then… stop squeezing… me” The grip immediately loosened. You took in a deep breath of air. “Thank you…”

“My sincerest apologies, I did not mean to hurt you.”

“That’s good to know… but, um, what exactly are you? I asked it before but… you know.” The robot nodded with you, a thoughtful motion but a generally unwelcome one because even the smallest moments it made caused you a bout nausea.

“Yes, introductions. My name is Optimus Prime, leader of the Autobots.” Optimus Prime… a strange name. Though it’s not like your current situation was any more normal.

“…I’m Whyen, nice to meet you. Could you… put me down, by any chance?” Optimus nodded, gently setting you down. He stood up again, but realized how much you had to crane your neck up to see him, so he resolved to a kneel.

“What are you.” However tough he looked on the outside, you would feel the sheer curiosity oozing off his voice.

“Uh, I’m a human.”

“Human… and you’re the dominant species on this planet?”

“Yeah, pretty much.”

“I see. I was lucky to find a vehicle mode with your language on it.”

“I… don’t really know what that means but ok. So, what are you?”

“I am Cybertronian, from the planet Cybertron.”

“Huh. Another planet.” You kicked by the oncoming existential crisis in hopes of more answers. “Right… so, if you’re from space, why are you here?” His face suddenly shifted from curiosity to a grim look of remembrance.

“There is a war on my planet. Me and my team have ended up here on accident, I’m afraid.”

“Oh… well, I’m sorry about that.”

“Don’t be, I have no intention of staying here longer than we have to, doing so could endanger this entire planet.”

“Wait, what? The- all- the whole planet?”

“Yes,” He responded in a low, distant voice. “Our enemies, unlike us, would not hesitate to destroy any planet if it meant winning the war.” You started at him in shock. In an attempt to avoid further panic, you decided to take a different route on questioning.

“Who’s ‘us’?”

“The Autobots, my friends.”

“So you’re saying… you’re leading your side of the war? Like a general?”

“Yes, to put it simply.”

“Wow… this is… a lot. How are you going to find your friends?”

“I… do not know. I was attempting to contact them before I noticed you.“

“Oh…”

“Do not worry. If the Deceptions attack this planet, we will protect it with our very sparks. A young species such as yourselves do not deserve to be punished for our mistakes.” Your expression softened. As this metal titan spoke to you, in gentle, deep tones, you felt strangely at peace. You felt silly for ever being afraid of him, like you’d known this alien for ages. He didn’t even know you, yet he was willing to risk his life for your home.

“…Thank you.”

“Do not thank me now, young human, I have yet to get your people out of harms way.”

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

“Are you going to be okay?” Optimus’s eyes widened for just a second before his face broke into a warm smile.

“…I will be just fine.”

“Well, if it’s my planet at stake… I want to help you.”

“Help me?”

“Yeah. I know more about this planet than you do, so I can show you how things work around here. It’s the least I can do.”

“That is very kind of you, you have my thanks.”

“Well, first I have to get home and sleep- my house isn’t too far from here, and I live alone so you don’t have to worry about anyone else freaking out. Not many people live around here.”

“That is good. I… apologies if I am too bold, is it okay if I carry you back to your home? It would be in our best interest to get to your home as fast as possible.”

“Ah, true. Well, I guess so.” He laid out his hand. It took you a second to climb on a stabilize yourself, nodding when you were ready for him to move. And he did, and you guided him all the way home. You hardly even noticed the junkyard and forgotten scrap metal you’d spent the night collecting.

Some things are more important.

#transformers #transformers g/t #tripleglitchwrites #g/t #transformers first contact #gn human reader #human reader #gn reader #optimus prime #first contact au #tripleglitch request #I pumped this out in one night #I wasn’t expecting to finish this so soon #but i’m not complaining #anyway hope everyone enjoys it!#writing Optimus is a challenge

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queenofbaws · 9 days ago

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Evil Sam. Do your worst 😌

The problem was simple: Hannah was her best friend and Sam was very, very mad at her. The two were not mutually exclusive, they just felt like they should've been; like because they were best friends, she should've been able to grin and bear it, or because she was mad, she should've been able to shut off the part of her brain that knew all the nitty-gritty secrets and insecurities best friends were meant to hide under lock and key.

It just didn't happen that way.

Part of it too, she'd come to realize, was that she hadn't wanted to come to the party in the first place. It wasn't the trek up the mountain that did it - she loved Blackwood Pines, always leapt at a chance to spend some time out in the woods where the air was clean and the sunsets brought a literal tear to your eye - but everything else. The social politics, the in-fighting, the pointless peer pressure to just chug one more drink or go run out into the snow in your underwear, the endless arguing over what movies would play in the cinema and why nonono, they could not and would not stand sitting through Blood Monastery again.

But it was mostly the breakup. Well. It was mostly the break. That's what Mike and Emily did, after all, fight and fight and fight with each other until one threw their hands up and the other stormed out to change their Facebook relationship status, and then ten minutes later, surprise! They'd be back together again as if nothing had ever happened, lather, rinse, repeat. Everyone knew it. Everyone understood the cycle.

Except for Hannah.

It was all she'd been able to talk about since the cable car had touched down at the summit, her hands compulsively smoothing her hair down, her cheeks bright with more anticipation than cold as she ran through the hypotheticals. What Mike would be doing, what he'd be feeling, how he'd need someone to talk to, how maybe this was it, her chance, and even if Emily was glaring over her shoulder the whole time, well, that wasn't her fault, right? That wasn't her problem? Not when they'd clearly broken up before this weekend, not when they'd -

Sam hadn't gotten a word in edgewise. Nor had she gotten so much as a shred of Hannah's time. From the moment she laid eyes on Mike, that was it. That's all she wrote. She was a flittery, jittery mess at the edge of his periphery, always trying to step a little closer, to inject herself into his conversations, to giggle at all of his jokes, to twist her hair around her fingers and shoot sidelong smiles whenever he so much as glanced her way. And there was Sam. On the sideline. Caught between Hannah's stalled-out advances and the oncoming train.

Namely, Emily and Jess.

What had started as dirty looks shot Hannah's way had quickly become whispers, become grumbles, become sharp comments barely hidden behind hands. They understood the cycle. They knew the score. And whether it was because Sam was invisible to them or they simply didn't care who overheard them, it wasn't long before she understood where the night was heading.

"Who does she even think she is?"

"Literally. Liiiterally. It's kind of sad, though, don't you think?"

"Sad? Try pathetic. The desperation's so strong I'm choking on it."

"Seriouslyyy. It's like she doesn't even care you guys are together. Some friend, huh?" Jess gasped, clapping her hands in front of her face as she pitched her voice down into something more conspiratorial, though no harder to make out. "You wanna get back at her? Remind her who she's dealing with?"

Emily's eye-roll was just as audible. "Uh huh. By doing what, exactly? You wanna go picking through her room until we find her diary? Read it out loud like this is storytime?"

"Um, I was thinking maybe we just, like, lock her out for an hour or something, but yours sounds fun."

"I have an idea," Sam said, and she'd give them this much - at least they both jumped when she spoke up, having just enough decency to seem surprised that they hadn't noticed her. She held their eyes for a beat then shrugged, folding her arms across her chest. "Gotta warn you, though...mine's pretty mean."

The problem was simple. Hannah was her best friend.

But Sam was very, very tired of feeling like she wasn't hers.

#cryptidmak #six sentence weekend #until dawn #queenie writes supermassive #EVIL SAM YOU SAY??????????? >:)c i think we can do that here hehehehehehe #look. hear me out. i'm a big fan of picking apart why ashley was involved in the prank right. we know this.#the idea. of having sam. be. in on it. fucking. COMPELS me.

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haroldthehuckleberry · 6 months ago

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desperate for money

CW-mpreg

i was absolutely desperate for money, id do anything. ANYTHING. i was doing tones and tones of jobs anything i could find but rent was expensive especially near my college, id gotten to the point of desperation where anything was on the table.

i saw an instagram post advertising for young guys ready to undergo a highly-risky surgery for a huge pay-out, £5,500! that was enough for rent for the rest of the time i was in college plus some!! i jumped at the opportunity and immediately replied to the ad not really thinking about the emphasis on the riskiness of the surgery.

after a few days of anxious waiting i got a reply informing me of where to go for the surgery and what time, it was later that day. before my appointment, i decided to shower and put on a nice t-shirt and pants. when i arrived to the surgery room a cute male-nurse with a nice plump ass showed me the way to the waiting room where a much older doctor described the procedure:

they would place a fully functioning vagina into me, uterus and all, and place the vulva between my balls and asshole, theyd leave it there for 5 months and track the changes to my body.

i have to admit it was more than i expected but i was on the verge of eviction and expulsion so i signed and agreed, before i knew it i was on the operating table breathing in anaesthetic and falling asleep…

i woke up in a different room in a different gown, there was a strange warmth coming from between my legs, i let my hands glide towards my new vagina it was already wet in anticipation, i let out a soft moan as i explored it, id never been into woman so id never felt one before but it was magical as i started tantalising the clit my cock stood on end, i grasped my cock with my right hand and began to finger-fuck my boy-cunt with my left, it was pure bliss. id been fingered in the ass before but this was unbridled ecstasy.

after id came and squirted i stood up and cleaned myself with a sink in the corner of the room before getting into my robe and leaving, i was met by the cute nurse again who handed me my clothes and an envelope of the cash, i was so overcome with my new pussy id forgotten about the cash! i was in ecstasy again as i ran back to my apartment to pay my rent and celebrate with some more finger fucking!

~5 months later~

honestly having a vagina as a college boy didnt change my experience too much all that had really happened to my body was my pecs had swollen somewhat, my thighs had grown with my now fat-ass (i wasnt complaining about!) besides turns out college kids are freaky! soon id been fucked, sucked and used by every boy, girl and inbetween on campus! sadly the day for my removal came so i drove to the same place the appointments (the original surgery and the weekly check ups) happened before, i saw the same cute nurse who seemed to be flirting with me, i blushed at his subtle advances as he showed me to the doctor’s room.

i sat opposite the doctor and he made sure i was ready for the removal- to be honest it saddened me, sex with both organs in use had been beyond belief - but i said yes, when i was taken into the surgery room the doctor explained that due to my high sex-drive hed need to check for a baby i explained that all the sex had been protected but he insisted. a good job he did.

i was 2 weeks pregnant.

he offered me the original sum again if i saw it full term.

i had to agree, not out of want for money but out of want for more ecstasy and unfathomable sex.

~3 months later~

the first few months of my pregnancy went as about as expected, explaining it to my school was…confusing but eventually they understood. morning sickness was a bitch but overall relatively easy, and yes i still was a massive man-slag. recently i noticed the first sign of a bump with a slight bloat under my abs- how exciting!

~2 months later~

im growing beyond control, the doctor says due to my male hormones my vagina is pumping more feminine hormones causing the baby to grow rapidly, my roomate has become a sort-of-boyfriend to me, hed fuck me or get fucked by me depending on my sexual needs, hed help me through morning sickness, to be completely honest i doubt id be able to do this with out him, at 5 months i looked at about 7 my belly was like a bowling ball attached to me, my pecs had become 2.5 sizes of proper bitch-tits my ass had plumped out my thighs had become that of thunder as my hips widened in preparation for birth.

~2 months later~

as my belly continued to expand at its rate getting to class was near impossible, my belly now looked like four or five pillows stuffed under my skin, none of my shirts fit properly and all clothes that would where too feminine so i had to waddle to class pathetically in hoodies that left my belly exposed from the belly button down, but simply i didnt care, technically anyone i walked past had equal chances of being the father, so no one gave me a hard time, including my teachers…

~1 month later~

at eight months pregnant i couldn’t possibly go from class to class and so i joined them all through a teams call from my dorm, the laptop resting on my beach-ball sized mid-section i was completely exhausted and uncomfortable constantly, my tits had now started to ooze milk whenever they please all my shirts either didnt fit, rubbed against my sensitive nipples or both thus i spent my time shirtless eventually giving up on underwear and becoming a nudist, not that my roomie complained we fucked like rabbits, it only being mildly inconvenient with my mountain of a stomach but we managed.

~1/2 a month later~

me and my now official boyfriend where right in the middle of him fucking my cunt raw while tugging off my cock when my water broke and soaked him completely he screamed in panic as he pulled out my hole. he fumbled for my phone to call the doctor who arrived in a matter of moments, eventually it was time to push…

after hours of painful, sexual, intense pushing i had birthed 2 beautiful baby boys the birth was not only painful but also very sexual as my most sensitive areas where forced beyond recognition, i had cum and moaned through most of the births, before the doctor left he gave me an envelope of the money and a date for the removal of my uterus and vagina, i told him i wanted to keep it, i think he understood.

hours after birthing my first children i was ready for my boyfriend to fill me with his, i wanted all of the pregnancy again…

#cw mpreg #mpreg #mpreg belly #mpreg kink #mpregnancy #pregnant man #male pregnancy #mpreg roleplay #mpreg story #male bloating

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thevoidscreams · 9 months ago

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Hello👋 I hope spring has started well for you✨🌹 Mating Press March is simply unrealistically delicious😍🤩 Can I ask Sanguinius? Let's say there are wedding traditions on Baal. After the groom drinks his bride's blood and she tastes his, the groom tracks her down within the walls of their new home. And when he finds her, he takes her to their bedroom and lays claim to her body🤭🤭 Something like that)

Day 14

Hella, let's do this. Also, this one isn't verysut focused. I'm sorry. I had to rewrite the whole thing, but I like this version better.

Pairing: Sanguinius x reader

Warnings: consumption of blood, predator/Prey dynamics, and getting railed without much prep.

I hissed as the needle pulled away from my arm, and a bandage was pressed into place.

Sanguinius was unflinching as they drew his blood for the ceremony, looking as pleased as anything. I understood his excitement. Once this final part of the tradition was complete, we'd be bonded in matrimony not only legally but spiritually as well

I watched with a soft smile as they emptied the syringes into shotglass sized cups.

Each was passed to each respective partner. Mine to him and his to me. The officiant spoke words over us both, just as he had earlier, but this felt different, more intimate.

Sanguinius met my gaze, and I felt my stomach do a little flip. I was shaking with excitement. Not so much for the blood, but from what I knew came after.

Sanguinius had told me in advance what all would be included in this.

I looked down at his blood. It was so dark, and the coppery scent that wafted up from the warm glass was rich. I wasn't so thrilled to be drinking the blood. But being paired with my beloved was more than enough to make up for that. He'd wanted to partake in all the traditions of Baal. So it was also important to him and I could do that for my beloved.

When the officiant was done, I took a sip. It was like being dunked in molten copper. The flavor was so strong.

I watched as he savored my blood, almost like it was a fine wine. His wings trembled as he finished his glass. And he pinned me with his gaze. The officiant and witnesses left the room quickly.

I set the glass of blood, unfinished, on the small table.

I had the distinct feeling something bad would happen if I drank anymore.

Sanguinius didn't seem to notice, or just wasn't bothered.

"I'll give you half an hour to run and find a place to hide. After that, I'll begin the hunt, and once I find you-"

"You'll make me yours truly and completely." You finished and he nodded with a look of anticipation.

"Your time has begun little dove." He grinned and make a shooing motion with his hand. "Go. Fly."

I did. My feet carrying me swiftly and surely. My heart raced, but I didn't feel winded. I felt like I could run every hall in this massive building and not tire.

I'd never felt like that before. It was exhilarating, but it also frightened me. I stopped after ten minutes, looking around and stepping into a room before the turn at the end of the hall.

The room was dark, and obviously not used often.

There were tables and chairs, set and ready to be used if necessary. But a thin layer of dust coated every surface.

At the far end, there was a buffet table with a thick cloth draped over it.

I went to it, my heart still racing and sliding under. There was less dust, and breathing was easier, but the air in the room smelled stale.

I pressed my head to the wall and was shocked to hear voices. Serfs no doubt, gossiping and joking.

I listened before realizing they weren't on the other side, they were a whole room over. In one of the kitchens.

Just what the hell had happened to me after I drank that blood? Was I becoming more like him? I pondered on it as I sat in the dark. I shouldn't have been able to see all that well, but I found that I could. Yet another oddity.

Sanguinius knew what direction you'd gone, and he could tell with relative ease the directions after that for a short time. Now, it could be a matter of using his imhumanly accute senses to track you.

He watched the hands on the wall clock tick by ever so slowly and was on his feet as soon as thirty minutes was up. The game was officially on.

I sat listening to the serfs talk about whatever drama was going on.

The sound of heavy feet didn't register at first.

There had been astartes walking up and down the hall every few minutes.

I almost gasped when the door suddenly swung open. The air was thick with tension and my body went still as the grave.

Under the heavy cloth, it would have been hard to hear if not for the weird effects of the blood, but there was a soft, snorting sort of sound.

He was sniffing me out. Like some kind of hunting hound. It felt more like the sort of thing his brother would have done.

I knew Sanguinius wouldn't hurt me. But the need to bolt for the door was bone deep. The need to flee from my pursuer.

His steps grew closer still. The fabric of concealing me rustled as his wing brushed it.

I could hear him turning over the cloth covering the table across from the one I was under.

"Dove." He cooed sweetly, I know you're in here. "Why don't you come out so we can continue the ceremony together?"

I felt a surge of adrenaline. With his feather poking under the cloth and the rustling of another clothe, I could gauge where he was facing.

The risk had proven worth it. As I crawled from under the table and under another, he'd already checked just in time.

Sanguinius's hearts were pounding. He could smell her, but he was having a hard time hearing over the racing beats in his chest. Your blood had been exquisite, and he was drooling at the thought of tasting other parts of you.

The underside of the buffet table smelled strongly of you. Which meant you had to be close by.

He turned this way and that eyes looking for any minute disturbance.

The rustling of fabric is what drew his attention. His head snapping in the direction of the door.

The corner of your dress vanished behind the door, and his hearts leapt in his chest. He knocked tables out of his way as he began the pursuit.

I bolted, the first crash sending me down the hall as fast as my feet could carry me.

I heard him calling for me, the unmistakable excitement in his voice she he thundered after me.

I ducked into a serf hall. It was thin, and the ceiling was low. I didn't stop, shouting for people to move as I tried to lose him, the game wasn't over till I said it was dammit.

Sanguinius was a man of many talents, but he didn't have his brother Magnus's skill of shape-shifting. The angel growled as his fingers just barely missed your dress fabric.

He rushed down the hall, taking turns on instinct. He knew where it let out, and he knew he could head you off.

He came to a stop at the door to the serfs quarters, opening it and grabbing the first serf he saw by one shoulder.

"Is she here?" He asked.

Of course he didn't have to tell the poor startled woman who.

"Your bride, my lord? No, but I did see her."

"Where?"

"Down the shute, my lord."

"What?"

"Was the strangest thing. She went down the shute we use for the dirty laundry."

He patted her on the shoulder. "Thank you." He took off for the stairwell leading down to the laundry facilities.

I pulled up the comfort pair of shorts and tossed the dress by the corner of one massive industrial washer. That ought to throw him off a bit. The thing probably smelled like me, given that I'd been in it all day, and I was sure that he'd figured out my where abouts by now. Or was about to.

Landing in the laundry hadn't been as fun as I assumed it would be. But there'd been a fresh change of clothes and I wasn't giving up yet.

I was headed for a service door but heard the telltale approach of my husband. The door was across the huge room, and there just wasn't time.

Instead, I made due with the cover of a rolling basket. I made it by the skin of my teeth as he practically flew down the steps.

"Dove? Come out for me, please? I just want to give you the love you deserve." His pleading sounded so sincere I almost did. But I steeled myself, he'd told me how important this tradition was and how he wanted me to take it seriously...and I was having a blast.

I'd never felt so alive before, the chasing the escaping.

Maybe he'd consider this as some foreplay in the future. I watch him from the corner of the basket.

Watching him sniff around until he spotted the dress's fabric. He stalked it more like a cat then a bird.

I crouched and snuck around the basket. Listening as he cooed sweet nothings. The decoy was working. I made it to the bottom of the steps. The old laundry door was heavy, and I knew that it would squeal badly.

Each step up had me holding my breath as I carefully placed each foot. I was only a few steps from the tip when he sprang, tugging the empty dress from behind the washer.

"Dove?" He called concerned. I couldn't help it, I giggled as I shot up the last few steps.

Oh, so that's how it was. Sanguinius laughed and dropped the dress, running up the steps 5aking them multiples at a time.

"Dove!" He shouted after you. Knowing he had to have you now.

The hall was too wide for me to find shelter anywhere, and the hall was long as well. I may not have been all that tired, but I knew I wouldn't make it. Sanguinius's shadow fell over me. His hands reaching and I got a first-hand understanding of what the prey of hawks felt like.

He forced me to the floor, his body coveringine as I writhed and struggled to get away. The game had been fun while it lasted.

"You gave me a good run, my dove.. but I have you now."

I laughed and was lifted from the floor.

Sanguinius carried me close to him as he made his way towards our room.

"That was fun." I kissed his cheek.

He smiled and chirped. "There is still fun to be had."

He pushed his way into our chamber and locked the doors.

"I'm glad you took your dress off, it makes this easier to do." My husband purred.

"Makes what easier?" I chuckled.

He ripped the clothes from my body and dropped me on the bed.

I squealed as I fell, and Sanguinius did much the same to his own clothes in his eagerness to get down to it.

"I've been craving you all day. Since dawn this morning, I've been dreaming of having you."

He grabbed my hips and tugged me closer to him, his face between my legs as he finally got a taste of what I had to offer.

It was like molten lava in my stomach. He lapped at my pussy, rubbing my clit with the tip if his tongue before he plunged the slick muscle into my tight walls.

"Sanguinius!" I gasped, grabbing a handful of his hair and squishing his face between my thighs.

"Dove." He moaned back fucking me with his tongue, lapping up everything I had to offer him.

The excitement of the day and the hunting already had me soaked, and now the love of my life was getting to enjoy me. What could be better?

He pulled his face away, and I looked down at him, face warm with what I was sure was a blush.

Sanguinius's cock was rock hard, he'd never been more excited to do this.

You looked perfect under him, ready and willing to take his cock. He pushed the tip into you. Rubbing his thighs lovingly as you gasped and grabbed his arms.

"I will be gentle."

I nodded, breathing through the pain. It felt like I was being split in two as he pushed in inch by inch.

Once he couldn't push in anymore, he stopped, and I laid under him panting.

The seconds felt like hours. But before long enough, the pain had dulled.

"Please, go slow." I panted.

"I will Dove, I will." He leaned down and kissed the top of my head.

He began slow, pulling out an inch or two, then slowly sinking back in.

It burned, but I breathed through it again. And as before, the burning ebbed and pleasure began to bloom under it. Slowly usurping it.

At some point, the pleasure became all consuming, and I moaned under him. Fuck it was even better than I thought it would be.

"I love you, Sanguinius." I mumbled into his chest.

"I love you too, my dove." He hugged me close, and I wrapped my arms around his neck as he drove us both towards the edge.

I wouldn't last much longer, but I was okay with that. Tonight had been the most memorable one of my life.

Sanguinius was panting, rutting into me faster now as he got closer as well. We came together, both crying out for the world to hear. We held each other, husband and wife, joined fully in union now.

"That was amazing. Can we do that again?"

"Are you good for another round right now?" Sanguinius asked, smiling warmly.

"Yeah, but also the chasing thing. Can we do that again sometime too?"

Sanguinius laughed. "If course my love."

He kissed you again and again as he slid back in, ready to consummate your marriage many more times.

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #primarch x reader #40k #my writing #primarchs #warhammer 40k x reader #primarch #fanfiction #sanguinius x reader #sanguinius #Mating Press March

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tiger-is-a-certified-idiot · 21 days ago

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Scrolling through fandom tags trying to find art and discussion you 1. care about and 2. agree with is difficult and tiring and relatable and sometimes incredibly aggravating.

So in the light of 'everyone is wrong about this character except for me' I have gathered all of my thoughts around Jayce and Viktor, their potential (or existing) romantic relationships with Mel, Sky, and each other, and I am going to shoehorn all of them onto my blog via this post in anticipation for season 2.

If you don't want to hear my personal opinions of characters you don't particularly care about (or care about too much), I expect you've scrolled off already, see you on a future post. For anyone left, this will be a long post. Like, an absurdly long post. And if I could be bothered to collect screenshots of every shot I reference this post would be even longer, but I hate cropping screenshots, so there should be few to none. (LIE this was a LIE i am SO SORRY)

To begin with, My personal interpretation of Jayce and Viktor's relationship to each other within the context of Arcane canon:

Yes, I do think there is implied romantic interest, from Viktor at least. The conversation between Jayce and Viktor in episode two is a direct parallel to Jayce and Mel's conversation in episode 5 (the one before their kiss/sex scene).

From the lighting, framing, tone, facial expressions, setting, and even conversational topic, these scenes are effectively the same. Jayce has a big dream for the future of Piltover with the introduction of Hextech but he has doubts that he is capable enough or worthy of this responsibility. And Viktor/Mel in these scenes encouraged him and then makes a comparison to something from their past that humbled them, and that they would like to help Jayce achieve his dream.

Viktor states this quite directly, but Mel hides her words in a way that can be easily reinterpreted (in a plethora of ways including as an innuendo) which is still, essentially, the same conversation but from two different characters with two different characterizations. Then, there is a hand touch, and This look.

They both make bedroom eyes at him! Not only that, but again, from the exact same angle, same lighting, almost the same framing (Mel is shot with rule of thirds and Viktor is centered which may have its own implication but I am not well enough versed in filmography to take a crack at that). In conclusion, Viktor was courting Jayce in episode two...

but did Jayce pick up on that?

No. I don't think so. See, Jayce *reacts* to Mel's advance. He picks up on the innuendo when Mel makes it and anticipates Mel's kiss. He never seems to have the same reaction to Viktor. Granted, we may never know for sure since the scene cuts before it moves off of Viktor's face. In the shot with Mel, it continues, because she moves to kiss him. Hm. There are conclusions one could draw from that. Did they kiss? Maybe! Probably not, though. Furthermore,

Does Jayce ever fall for Viktor?

Also no. These two scenes are parallel, meaning Jayce is effectively in the exact same scenario both times. While he had changed as a person between the two, I don't think these scenes were meant just to showcase a loss of control or morality in Jayce, but also the fact that Jayce returns Mel's feelings, but not Viktor's.

Similarly, I think the scene backstage of the Progress Day speech in episode four exists to compare Sky's relationship with Viktor to Viktor's relationship with Jayce.

You see I firmly believe that THIS is a direct parallel

To THIS! which happens in the same shot!

What am I trying to get at here? Well, Sky's relationship to Viktor is that she is in love with him, but he doesn't reciprocate. Viktor either does not notice Sky's feelings for him (which seems unlikely considering he is watching her in this scene and pretty directly rejects her when she asks to walk him home later) or is ignoring them because he does not love her and does not want to press that button in her.

I think Jayce is the same way, with the caveat that I genuinely believe he does not realize Viktor has feelings for him. The only reason I think that, is Jayce 'Path of Least Resistance' Talis would recognize the tension Viktor has in regards to him and speak up about it to relieve some of the uncertainty. Maybe that happened off screen, we don't know and never will, but it seems out of character, to me, for Jayce to know (for seven years!) and just leave it to fester (again, for seven years) when he has to work with Viktor every day and cares a great deal about him.

And I think Viktor has realized this in Jayce, and after the time skip no longer holds onto any hope or desire that chasing Jayce will end well for him.

Long post short, I think Viktor was flirting with Jayce in act 1, fell in love with him over the time skip, and shoved his feelings in his back pocket when he realized they were unrequited.

As for my thoughts on Jaymel? I genuinely found her advances creepy when I watched the show for the first time. I interpreted Jayce's attraction as disgust, and I was shocked when he let her kiss him. On further watches, though, I noticed the complexity in their relationship, and even on the first watch, once Mel's perspective had properly been revealed, I really grew to appreciate their relationship in the show. I will always be partial to jayvik, but I would never try to turn the morally gray-ness of their relationship into a black or white issue. It is well written, well placed, and frankly a brilliant plot point. I will always be more interested in her relationship with her mother, though. And as far as shipping her? Well, have you considered how cute her and Sky would be together??? Everything Mel likes in Jayce times 10, and how could Sky not fall for Mel in return? I am aware this sounds like an 'oh no my ship left two women what to do with them oh no' but honestly I would ship them if Jayce and Viktor weren't even in the show. Let me have this crack ship, it's delicious. Its like nerd x jock but with kdrama PUMPED in. on steroids.

Final thoughts:

I will never know if any of that was intended by Riot or Fortiche. I would like to think at least some of it was. I also worry about the implication that Sky will be important to Viktor in season 2- I can only see a few ways that could come about and most of them do not align with the way I see these characters. I trust Arcane to write itself well, I do, but still... girl no...

What I do know, is that I've been listening to "Mmm cheese" the entire time I've been writing this and my brain is begining to melt. like. cheese. so im gonig to turn that off before i revise this post. umn, goodnight everyone!!!

#arcane #arcane analysis #jayvik #viktor arcane #jayce talis #seriously do not read this if you think it will make you angry #that is not my intention and also not something i want to deal with in my notes #is this actually ALL of my thoughts? HAHAHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA thats really funny thank you i needed that

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whumpshaped · 1 year ago

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whumptober 13

prompt list masterlist

tw multiple whumpers, hostile crowd, noncon drugging (magical), demon whumpee, dehumanisation, it/its as a means to dehumanise

"I don't feel so good." Whumpee looked down at their beverage, watching their reflection swirl and distort. They didn't think they drank that much, to be honest. "I... I might've underestimated the drinks here."

"Happens to the best of us," Whumper said easily. "You want some help getting to the bathroom?"

"No, no... I'm... I can handle myself." Whumpee slid off the barstool, finding that the floor was somehow further away than they anticipated; if Whumper hadn't caught them, they would've ended up on the ground. "Fuck, sorry... I don't know what's wrong with me tonight..."

They were too embarrassed about their own state to notice Whumper and the bartender exchanging a look. All they could focus on was trying to keep their balance and stay on their feet.

"I think I'm just gonna go home," they mumbled. "Sorry."

Whumper let them go without question, and they attempted to break through the crowd and get to the exit. The entire place felt more suffocating than when they walked in — it felt like everybody was staring at them, or even pointing and whispering behind their back.

What the hell was going on? Was there something in their drink that was making them paranoid?

They... they didn't know, did they?

They breathed a sigh of relief when they finally put their hand on the door leading to the outside. A bit of fresh air would clear everything up.

Except the door seemed to be locked. No– was that even the door they were touching? They could feel all those eyes on their back as they pushed against whatever force was keeping them inside, more and more desperate with each passing second.

"It's true!" someone exclaimed abruptly, and Whumpee spun around to face the crowd again.

"It's a fucking demon," someone else said. "It can't get through the salt."

Whumpee glanced down, finally spotting the generous amount of white substance just in front of the doorstep. Fuck. Fuck! How did they even figure it out? They couldn't come up with a solution in their sluggish mind as the humans advanced on them, they could only press up against the barrier even more. They felt like they were going to throw up.

"I can't believe that witch was right!"

"Nobody else had a reaction to that magic wine, right? It's real?"

"It was only them! They're the only demon in here!"

Whumpee cried out in fear when the people grabbed them, tearing them away from the door and shoving them back towards the centre of the bar. They were pushed onto the knees right in front of Whumper, and they grabbed onto their pant leg like a scared child. "Please help," they slurred. "Please, I'm harmless, I don't want any trouble–"

Whumper kicked them away with a disgusted look on their face. "Get your dirty hands away from me, demon," they spat before looking up at the others again. "Who has the enchanted chains the witch gave us? We have to tie it up before it gets any ideas."

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#zi's whumptober scribbles #whump #whump drabble #multiple whumpers #hostile crowd #noncon drugging (magical)#nonhuman whumpee #demon whumpee #dehumanisation

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devsgames · 8 months ago

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Dragon's Dogma Primer + Tips

I've been spending tons of time with Dragon's Dogma 2. I loved the first game and was shocked they chose to make a sequel. Legitimately Dragon's Dogma is like, the only franchise that actually has the power to make me genuinely enjoy video games again like when I was a kid.

I also noticed that a lot of people new to the franchise have picked it up this time around and are bumping their heads against it, which is great! Now I'll actually have people to talk to about Dragon's Dogma :')

I wanted to write a little primer and 'beginners tips' to help people learn how to approach the series. Here's some pointers:

Dragon's Dogma gets a lot of comparisons to Dark Souls. I wouldn't say it's because it's a hard game, but it does expect you to approach it on its own terms and won't make many concessions to you if you try to fight it.

DD is a management game masquerading as an open-world RPG. What it expects of you is to move slowly and take your time. It wants you to plan your journey, anticipate challenges, pace yourself, and prepare accordingly. You'll find much less friction if you keep this in mind.

'Fast Travel' as a concept is hard to come by in DD, and you will find yourself walking most places. The ability to instantly teleport yourself anywhere is limited to Ferrystones and Portcrystals, which are both in very limited supply. DD2 has Oxcarts from major settlements, but these are also imperfect by-design as they are time-dependent and prone to attacks, which may leave you stranded. Remember: DD is by and large about preparation and long journeys. Try shortening your routes by exploring for shortcuts, or treating every trip like an opportunity to explore a new area on the way.

DD LOVES rare and consumable items. Some of the best and most useful items in the game are often unique and can only be used once or in a limited capacity. This helps make the items feel more exclusive, while also encouraging you to be doubly sure of your intention before using them. If an item seems like it could be rare, it probably is.

Explore everywhere. In my opinion, DD's level design is unmatched in terms of open-world games. There are things hidden absolutely everywhere in every nook and cranny. If you comb every location you will constantly find new things, and it goes out of its way to ensure exploration is rewarded. I don't think any video game does open world exploration quite as good as DD does.

The quest design is cryptic (and often questionable) and likes to challenge you. The game will say 'find [x] item' and not tell you where it is. Sometimes pawn knowledge may help, but expect to find it through exploring the world and digging around hidden corners. While some quests let you know where to go, don't always expect it.

Some side quests are gated by story progression and will become locked off when advancing the story. Make sure you finish all your side quests before advancing the story!

Don't jump in and accept every quest you see, as some quests are timed and some quests require a lot of preparation. For example, in DD1 escort quests involved escorting someone across the whole world. Read a quest carefully and know the terms before accepting it.

Timed quests are a thing, and usually act as a way to keep you on your toes and force you to prove your ability to adapt to changing circumstances. Expect to receive timed quests at any given moment, and adapt accordingly. They can be stressful.

New Game + is a major part of the game in the DD franchise. Things will happen in the game that will block you out of content. You will fail quests, make choices that block future content, consume items you didn't mean to, etc. NG+ is where you get to experience these all again, so don't worry too much if you weren't able to do it the first time around.

Per above, I personally avoid Googling stuff about the game or quests before doing them. Usually there are things you are going to miss, and reading about them sometimes feels worse than just discovering them later does!

There are two types of saves: "Hard" saves which occur when sleeping at an inn, and "Soft" saves done manually or via auto-save. Sometimes it's prudent to rest at an Inn before attempting major quest beats in case something goes awry.

DD loves consequences for your actions, and while every NPC in the game can be killed it is rarely ever worth it. In DD1, killing an NPC means they're gone forever, which can lock you out of new quests or progression and rewards related to that character. In DD2 there are resources costs to resurrect someone, which mitigates it slightly but still makes it not worth it.

'Forgeries' are a very cool mechanic that allow you to pay an NPC to make a copy of an item. The copy usually just looks identical, but this often allows you to keep quest items for yourself and turn in the forgery to a quest NPC. As with anything else, sometimes this may have future consequences!

Without spoiling anything: DD loves to radically change the open world. Watch out!

The Vocation system is worth exploring. For a cheap fee you can try out every class and find what works best for you, so if you start as a Fighter and hate being a Fighter you're never locked into it.

Levelling a vocation allows you to unlock passive abilities called 'augments' that can carry over between classes, and can help build your favourite vocation further.

Some Vocations have mobility skills (Levitate and Double-Vault). If you like exploring everywhere these are absolutely essential because they let you reach places some classes cannot.

Combining materials makes new items. Experiment to find new recipes.

In DD1 combining items often makes them heavier. In DD2 combining items often makes them lighter.

Every character in the game has an 'affinity' towards you, that changes with how you treat them. This has implications.

Anyway I'm just glad people are finally playing and talking about the franchise. Hope you have fun! :)

#dragon's dogma #dragon's dogma 2 #dd #dd2 #video game #video games #blog #tips #capcom #thoughts

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ironstrange1991 · 2 years ago

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As Strange As It Seems (Part 3)

+18 smut

Pairing: Doctor!Strange x Fem!Reader x Defender Strange

Synopsis: The reader finally gives in to her desires. The rules are established and she has her first night with Defender.

Word Acount: 8k

Warnings: Poly relationship dinamics. Sexual content including oral sex with male and female receiving, masturbation with male receiving, p n v umprotected sex and creampie.

A/N: This is almost a series now, and I'm not going to apologize for that. I really love writing this foursome relationship. Anyway, this happens chronologically after part I. Also, part 4 with the first time with Supreme is coming.

SERIES MASTERLIST

"You can have me, baby. You can have us both."

Defender's words kept ringing in your head. You had barely slept and even at work you couldn't stop thinking about him. Not just him, but Stephen as well. You had a good life with Stephen and you were scared to death that you were going to lose it all for an adventure. But somehow, it didn't feel like it. It was so much more than that.

Defender had been living with you in the Sanctum for almost three months and you trusted him, you believed in his love for you and you were more than certain that you loved him too. Stephen had suggested it and you just had to say yes. It was what Defender had been waiting for last night. You knew very well that he expected your answer right away, but you couldn't get the words out of your mouth. You wanted him, you wanted them both, that's what you told him, but when he tried to kiss you, you couldn't let him. You still felt like you were cheating on Stephen and you could only go through with it if he was there, if the three of you were in the same room and all the rules were in place.

...

Defender was at the end of his last class of the day. It was an advanced class in combat, so he put them in pairs, asked each of them to create a weapon and watched them fight each other, interrupting here and there to make a few observations which the students readily complied with.

He liked to teach. It reminded him of his early years at Kamar Taj and the time he spent teaching in his own universe long before he became Sorcerer Supreme.

At first it was difficult to accept his situation there, going back to being subordinated to another was a blow to his already bruised ego, but at the same time he was relieved not to have to carry the weight of another universe on his shoulders.

He hated the guilty feeling that filled his mind every time he remembered what had happened to his own universe and even though he knew and everyone said it wasn't his fault, he couldn't change the way he felt and he couldn't shake off the feeling that maybe that was why he felt so insecure about everything and especially about Y/n. Because everyone knew he had failed, because she knew and maybe that was why she was hesitating to accept the proposal he had made. After all, why would she trust someone who allowed his own universe to be destroyed?

"Master Strange?" Defender was snapped out of his reverie and only then noticed that the students were looking at him, waiting for instructions.

"I'm sorry" He looked at his watch noticing that it was past time to end the class. "You did great today, I'm proud. We'll be back on Monday. You're dismissed."

The students nodded and left in pairs talking to each other. Stephen sighed, looking back at the clock. He was seriously considering spending the night at the Kamar Taj to try to clear his mind, but when he checked his cell phone there was a single message from Y/n.

WE NEED TO ESTABLISH RULES TO MAKE THIS WORK. I WOULD LIKE TO TALK, THE THREE OF US, TOGETHER. TONIGHT.

He felt his heart racing in his chest, a sudden anticipation taking over him. She had made a decision and that decision included him. He put his cell phone in his pocket and was ready to head back to the Sanctum when he heard footsteps approaching. He looked back and found Wong, hands behind his back as usual, walking towards him.

"Are you leaving yet?" Wong asked "I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

Stephen nodded.

"Your work with students has been spectacular, I've never seen them evolve so fast. The masters are as impressed as I am. Congratulations, Defender."

Stephen smiled shyly "It's the least I can do." He shook his head "They are great students, very young and yet extremely diligent. It fills me with joy to see them evolve so quickly."

Wong nodded "I want you to know that we are very happy to have you here with us."

Stephen smiled "It's a pleasure, Wong."

"I was wondering if you've made up your mind about coming to live here at Kamar Taj yet."

Defender looked away for a moment, thinking of how to explain that it would no longer be necessary to leave the Sanctum because Y/n had accepted his offer.

"I know why you want to get out of there." Wong said and Stephen felt his face blush and he looked away.

"You love Y/n."

"Is it that obvious?"

"From the first night I walked into that room I saw the way you looked at her."

Stephen wondered if he could be honest with Wong. He missed a friend. He actually missed his best friend who happened to be Wong from his universe. "I really appreciate the offer, but I've decided to stay at the Sanctum. It's what she wants." He sighed "She loves me too."

Wong smirked "Of course she does. She's been in love with Stephen Strange for years."

Defender chuckled nervously "It's not a very common situation, but we can make it work."

Wong thought for a moment "Nothing involving you is common, my friend, but I hope you manage to figure this out. You deserve to be happy." He patted Stephen on the shoulder and walked away muttering something to himself as usual.

Defender was silent watching him. Wong made it all look so simple, maybe things could be simple if they wanted them to be. He put on his Sling Ring and opened a portal to the Sanctum.

...

Stephen came home through the front door as he rarely did and found Y/n lying on the sofa in the living room, the TV on playing one of her Spotify playlists. Love is blindness was playing and she had her eyes closed, so focused on the music that she didn't even notice him approaching. Stephen dismissed Cloaky who went flying up the stairs.

"Someone's in love" He said touching her arm. She opened her eyes and grinned "With you. Always."

He bent down to kiss her lips and she sat up holding his hand as if afraid he was going to run away.

"Stay here with me. I was waiting for you to arrive, we need to talk."

Stephen knew exactly what she wanted to talk about, he was well prepared, he had plenty of time to think about it.

He sat up and she ran to snuggle into his arms, wrapping her arms around his waist, nuzzling her face in the crook of his neck and inhaling heavily as if she wanted to absorb his scent into her lungs.

"I missed you." She whispered.

Stephen smiled stroking her hair "It's only been three days, sweetheart."

She hummed negatively "I don't mind, I don't like being away from you. I don't like sleeping alone."

Stephen smiled to himself. So she had slept alone, even though he gave space to Defender, she had denied his advances. He knew it was just a formality, that Y/n would eventually give in because she was in love with Defender, but even so, he was glad to hear it.

Anyway, his response was completely different "Defender promised me he would take care of you."

She looked up at him in surprise, Stephen could see her face blushing and somehow it was cute to see how the idea of being shared by two Stephens made her so shy. "What’s that, sweetheart? Isn't that what you wanted?"

She finally seemed to find her voice "It was your idea, not mine!"

He chuckled "A mere formality. Deep down you know it's what you've always wanted since he arrived."

She bit her bottom lip "Defender and I talked yesterday..."

"And?"

She shrugged "I know he wanted something to happen but I couldn't. I kept thinking about you and that I would be cheating on you. I don't know if I can do this Stephen."

Stephen cupped her face "Sweetheart, you have no idea how happy it makes me to see how faithful you are to me, but I gave you permission to stay with Defender, he wouldn't have tried anything yesterday if I hadn't talked to him before. I trust him."

Stephen remembered very well the conversation he'd had with Defender four days earlier. It wasn't easy saying what he needed to say, but he was surprised that he felt so much affection for his annoyingly perfect variant. It was more than clear that Defender was a noble and loyal man.

"But I think we have to have rules and I don't want to do anything before those rules are in place." She stated.

Stephen smiled caressing her face. "You're right. You should make the rules."

Y/n stared at him in surprise "But... I thought..."

"Sweetheart, it is you who will be shared by two men, you must feel comfortable and safe."

“I’ll text him then, asking him to come home so we can talk.”

Stephen nodded “Good idea.”

...

It was Saturday and you were late for work. You hated working on Saturdays, especially when Stephen was home and you could spend the morning with him in bed like you liked to do, but duty was calling.

You left him sleeping in bed, you didn't even bother to say goodbye because you didn't want to wake him up. You grabbed your purse and hurried downstairs ready to leave when you bumped into Defender at the bottom of the stairs.

"I was just going to call you for breakfast. I didn't know you were going to work today."

You smiled at him and then look at your watch. "No time to eat, but I'll have a cup of coffee."

He grinned and you follow him into the kitchen. There were scrambled eggs and crispy bacon on the table. He handed you the cup of coffee and without resisting you stole a slice of bacon.

"This is really good" You said with your mouth full and he smiled watching you closely.

"Y/n..." He seemed to weigh his words "I was thinking, after our conversation yesterday, that maybe... well, if you're not busy...” He sighed “Would you like to go out to dinner with me? Tonight?"

You smiled feeling your face heat up. It felt like you were in some kind of dream. You were reliving it all over again, the passion, the hesitation, the first date.

He watched you intently as if analizing your expressions. "I'll understand if you think it's too soon..."

"Yes." You replied holding his hand which seemed to be shaking more than usual.

He looked at you seemed surprised "Yes?"

You nodded "Yes, of course."

"At 7pm?"

"Perfect." You took one last sip of coffee and set the cup in the sink and were turning to leave when you thought for a second and then rose on tiptoe and kissed him. Just a peck, like you usually did when you said goodbye to your Stephen. So natural. "See you."

You didn't wait to see his reaction, you were already more than late, so you just turned and left.

...

Stephen was lying in bed propped up on a pile of pillows, his laptop propped on his stomach as he typed rapidly. He had just returned from one of the Avengers' weekly meetings and promised Stark that he would take a look at the files he sent about a possible threat. Stephen hadn't found any evidence of magic in the files, whatever it was had nothing to do with him and that's exactly what he was writing in an email addressed to Tony Stark. He could call, but he preferred to keep his distance sometimes.

He noticed when Y/n walked into the room after arriving from work, it was after 6pm and she seemed rushed like she was late for something.

"Hello to you too, sweetheart."

He said closing the laptop and getting up and following her into the bathroom. She were already in the shower washing her hair quickly.

"Would you mind working your magic to dry my hair?" She asked "I never ask, but I don't want to go out with wet hair. I ended up being late from work."

Stephen leaned against the doorframe "May I know where you're going?" He asked even though he already had an idea. He had seen Defender come home with a box that looked a lot like a new suit. Apparently, she had given in to his advances.

Y/n finished rinsing her hair and started to soap herself quickly then turned to him "Defender invited me to dinner. I accepted."

Stephen shook his head. He was still trying to understand how that made him feel. He wasn't mad, in fact he kind of liked knowing that Defender was taking things slow and not taking her for granted. He was jealous, of course, but it wasn't a bitter, resentful thing.

She got out of the shower and wrapped the towel around her body and walked over to him and only then Stephen noticed that he hadn't said any of that to her, he just stood there watching her completely lost in his thoughts.

She touched his face "You're not mad, are you? I only accepted because we already talked and we already established the rules and you seemed to agree..."

"I'm not mad, sweetheart. I'm just taking it all in slowly. No need to worry." He caressed her face with the back of his hand and then kissed her lightly and snapped his fingers. Her hair was dry a second later. "You are welcome."

She smiled openly pulling him in for a much deeper kiss. Her fingers threaded through his hair and his arms wrapped around her waist. It was her who pulled away, her face turning slightly pink.

"I'll be late."

He nodded, smiling "I'll let you get ready then."

Stephen went back to bed feeling the tiredness of the day bearing down on him. It had been a few nights since he'd been sleeping well and he wasn't surprised when he felt his eyes getting heavy. Perhaps he would take advantage of the silence to get some rest. Sleeping would definitely be better than lying awake and wondering what you were doing with his variant. Though he had his doubts that Defender would be so bold, he was getting ready to let her have her first night with him and it wasn't exactly the easiest thing he'd ever done in his life.

He opened his eyes when he heard the sound of her heels clicking on the polished wood floor. He was silent watching her and his heart sped up.

She were dressed in a black midi dress with thin straps that left her shoulders and neck quite exposed, the neckline was modest, but her breasts were full so it was enough to drive any man crazy. Her hair was loose in waves and a discreet makeup finished the look with elegance.

"So..." Y/n asked turning around so he could see from all angles.

He sat on the bed beckoning her to come over. She obeyed and took his hand.

"You look stunning, sweetheart."

He watched her cheeks turn pink.

"You don't think it's… too much?"

He denied "No, it's perfect. He'll be delighted."

She smiled and then seemed to think for a second. "Stephen… are you sure you're okay with this? I need you to be one hundred percent honest with me."

He nodded reassuringly and then kissed her hand. "I'm fine, don't worry. Enjoy your night. I'm sure he'll take good care of you."

She bent down to kiss his lips softly and then left.

...

Defender was waiting for you at the bottom of the stairs which ridiculously reminded you of that scene from Titanic and made you giggle which made him turn and look at you. A beautiful smile on his lips.

"You look beautiful, Y/n" He said taking your hand and bringing it to his lips to kiss it which made you giggle again.

"You're so charming, Stephen. And I don’t even need to say that you look handsome, right? You always do. But I loved the suit."

You watched in wonder as his cheeks turned slightly pink with the praise.

He took you to a nice Italian restaurant that you hadn't been to before. When you got there he informed that there was a reservation for a couple in the name of Stephen Strange. The attendant tried to hide it as much as he could, but he seemed to be intimidated.

The two of you sat down and Stephen asked for their wine catalogue, frowning as he looked at the names on it. "They are not the same I knew."

You smiled and he handed the card to you who opted for a red that you already knew well and that Stephen liked, you just hoped that the taste of both would be the same.

"Nice place, may I know how you chose it?"

He looked away for a moment and then admitted "Wong indicated."

You shook your head "Does he know about us?"

He shook his head "Does that displease you?"

You bit the inside of your cheek and waited for the waiter to set the bottle of wine you requested on the table. Defender opened the bottle and poured both glasses.

"I'm still trying to figure this all out, it would be nice if we could just keep it to ourselves for now."

He nodded "I didn't say much, he deduced most of it. Apparently, it was obvious from the first time we met."

You took a sip from the glass "It was kind of obvious. The way you looked at me, I mean."

He smirked "You have no idea what it was like for me to finally see you after so long just dreaming about you."

"I'm glad you're here. Even though the circumstances are bad, I'm glad I met you."

He took a sip of wine and then smiled "Me too." He pointed to his glass. "Good wine"

"It's Stephen's favorite so I thought..." You stopped, afraid of making him uncomfortable but he just smiled at you "You thought I would like it too because after all we are the same person."

You nodded a little sheepishly. "I'm sorry. I don't really know how to handle this, so I assume it's all the same, but I really don't have a clue."

"I don't really care. But to be honest it's hard to know what's the same and what's different. Maybe you'll have to help me figure it out."

You smiled shyly "I can do that."

You ordered your dishes and the conversation flowed easily. All your fears and shyness seemed to melt away under Defender Strange's charm. You loved hearing him talk about his life in his universe and the things he was discovering that were different here. It was fascinating for you.

"So, imagine my surprise to discover that everyone drives on the left here and only in England do they drive on the right." He said laughing and finishing his glass of wine.

You rested your hand on your chin watching him. His laugh was a bit deeper, but it was the exact same laugh and your heart was racing at the sound.

"I'm sorry I just got carried away." He said and you shook your head reaching your hand across the table and he held it in his.

"I love hearing your stories. It's fascinating to me. And I like to see you laugh, you're always so serious."

He sighed "You promised me you'd tell me more about yourself, but you made me talk about myself all night."

You smirked "I'm sorry, like I said, I like to hear your stories. And I don't have much to say about me. You've been living with me long enough to know I'm a boring person. I work, I'm an accountant. The only thing that's interesting about me apparently is that I fell into the good graces of the great Stephen Strange. People seem to think it's amazing."

He disagreed "You're amazing to me. And now people can be doubly surprised because you've managed to make another Stephen Strange fall in love with you and that's not an ordinary thing."

You gave a small giggle "Not ordinary at all. But I feel like I didn't have to do much and neither did you. It's almost like we were destined to fall in love with each other."

Defender squeezed your hand in his "Do you really believe that?"

You smiled "Don't you?"

...

By the time the two of you made it back to the Sanctum, Defender felt the anticipation building in his chest. He tried to convince himself that he shouldn't expect anything more than a kiss of good night, but the night went so well and even though he hadn't done that in a while, he could swear he got all the signs right. You wanted him just as he wanted you and it made sense that you would sleep together. Not because he had any claim on you, but because it seemed to be what you both wanted.

"I really enjoyed our night together, Stephen." You said breaking the silence.

He smiled and you two stopped at the bottom of the stairs "I'm very happy to hear that." He held your hand in his "I was nervous, I still am, actually, but I just want you to know how happy going out with you tonight made me."

"It made me happy too." You said and then you approached him and he knew it was time. He cupped your face and pulled it to his lips. Your lips moved together slowly and then you wrapped your arms around his neck and let out an adorable little moan that seemed to beg him to deepen the kiss and that's exactly what he did. His tongue entered your mouth tentatively, exploring yours and letting you dominate him. It was you who broke the kiss to breathe, but when you stepped away, you were both panting.

You smiled shyly at him, your face slightly pink and then the two of you start to walk up the stairs in silence. He didn't want to leave you, he would be able to beg you not to let him sleep alone after a night like you had, but Defender knew that it was better to go easy on you so he stopped at his bedroom door ready to say goodbye, but to his surprise you hesitated for a second.

"I'm not sleepy. Is it okay if I stay with you a little longer?"

He smirked "Of course."

You thought for a moment and looked towards yours and Stephen’s shared room.

"I should put on some comfortable clothes, but I don't want to wake him up if he's sleeping..."

"I can lend you mine if you want to." He offered.

You smiled, a twinkle appearing in your eyes, "Thank you."

He shook his head, opening the bedroom door "Come in."

He closed the door behind you and watched as you suddenly seemed shy in his presence. That made him smile to himself. The idea that you had been together with your Stephen for almost three years but were shy about being alone with him in his room was a little odd to him, but he could understand.

He went to the wardrobe and got some sweatpants and a t-shirt and handed it to you and then he took you to the bathroom "Make yourself comfortable."

...

You closed the bathroom door and looked in the mirror noting that your face was completely red. You knew why you were there and it definitely wasn't because you didn't want to wake Stephen. Of course, you cared about his sleep, but you knew very well how to enter the room without waking him up, you always did that.

No, the truth was, you wanted Defender. You wanted to finally feel his lips on you, his touch on your skin, discover the similarities and differences between them. You've wanted this for a long time. And now it was a matter of making the deal official.

You took off your shoes and got rid of the dress and then you looked at the clothes on the counter and smirked to yourself putting the T-shirt on. You sighed deeply and then opened the door and walked out of the bathroom. Stephen was distracted picking up some clothes that were lying on top of the small divan.

"The pants don't fit me." You said.

He stared at you with his mouth slightly open in surprise to see you like that. His shirt covered your ass without difficulty, but you made sure to grab the hem of the shirt and lift it up subtly to show him more of your thighs. You bit your bottom lip mischievously "It's more comfortable that way."

Defender threw the clothes he was holding back onto the divan and walked towards you and wrapped you in his arms, his lips seeking yours with overwhelming passion.

You held his face in your hands as he lifted you onto his lap, your legs wrapping around his waist and without holding back you grinded your hips towards his growing bulge eliciting a moan from his lips.

He broke the kiss and looked at you as if he wanted to confirm that you really wanted it, but before he could ask, you replied "I want this, I want you, Defender. I've always wanted you."

He carried you to his bed and sat you down on the mattress and then got rid of his suit jacket and began to unbutton his shirt too slowly for your liking. When he finally undid the last button you helped him out of his shirt and then you took a second to watch him.

It was different. His chest had a thin layer of hair, as well as his arms that you had already noticed in the rare times you saw him in a Tshirt. In addition, there were numerous scars on his chest, ribs and abdomen. Deep scars from wounds that you thought were extremely dangerous.

"Is it really that different?" He asked and you shook your head "I'm sorry I shouldn't..."

He touched your face "It's okay, I don't care. You can look at it all you want."

You smiled shyly "These scars..." You traced one of his scars with your fingers "What happened?"

He sighed "That's what you get when you fight alone against a horde of hell hounds."

You agreed, deciding you didn't want to talk about it. You hated the thought of monsters trying to kill your boyfriend, any one of them apparently. You lowered your hands to the waistband of his trousers "May I?"

He nodded and you unbuttoned it and he was quick to kick the shoes off and helped you get rid of his trousers, he took the opportunity to get rid of his socks too, just staying in his black boxers. You could see he was half hard already and you couldn't wait to find out if there were differences down there too. There was a fine layer of hair on his thighs as well. Not that you minded, even though you weren't a fan of body hair, you couldn't deny that that small amount made him even hotter.

He smirked "Can I see you now, baby?"

You smiled, melting with the pet name. It was so sweet and so intimate at the same time.

You shook your head and then got rid of the T-shirt. You weren't wearing a bra and his eyes seemed to darken with desire when he saw your bare breasts, your nipples hard in the cool night air.

He couldn't help himself, his hands touched your nipples gently and then he pinched them between his middle and index fingers "You're gorgeous baby. You have no idea how long I wished I could touch you."

You smiled "You can touch me now. I'm yours Stephen. Now I'm yours too."

He pulled you to his lips kissing you tenderly and you surrendered to the kiss lying down on the mattress and pulling him on top of your body, your legs opening for him to settle between them. Both moaned together as his bulge rubbed your core giving a glimpse of relief. He moved his hips against you a few times and you moaned louder feeling him getting harder and harder for you. At that point you were already totally wet for him.

"Stephen..."

He hummed, pulling his lips away from yours but moving them to your neck, biting on your skin lightly and smoothing it with the tip of his tongue.

"Please..." You whispered, feeling your body asking for more of him, but he wasn't in a hurry, it was like he wanted to taste every inch of your skin to make sure you were real, that you were really there within his reach .

He lowered his lips to your breasts, kissing one and then the other and finally taking a bud between his teeth and then circling his tongue over it. You groaned, your hands instinctively going to his hair, your fingers searching for the hair tie and removing it letting his hair fall free.

He looked at you smiling and you bit your lower lip. "You are so beautiful like that."

He kissed your lips again "Tell me I'm yours. Tell me I'm your Stephen, too." He asked and you grinned "You are." You replied and he went back down to your breasts, but now he didn't stop there, he continued placing kisses and nibbles on your belly and hips, making your skin prickle with the feel of his beard. He didn't let this go unnoticed, he took his hands to the waistband of your panties pulling slowly and rubbing his chin on the delicate skin purposefully to make you shiver.

"You're mine, Stephen. God… please, touch me."

He smiled confidently and pulled your panties down your feet and throwed them somewhere on the floor and didn’t wait even a second to dive between your legs, the feel of the contact making you gasp, but he just kissed your pussy and then looked at you as if asking for permission "You're sure about this, baby?"

You touched his face and nodded your head. He gave your slit a long lick making your whole body shiver. He did it again and again, making you wet with his saliva and then he directed his attention to your clit sucking it gently and then licking your slit again, lingering at your entrance where he licked and sucked.

Your moans got louder as his pace increased. You even tried to control them, but it was impossible. Defender was making you feel so good.

"Oh, you're doing it so good. It feels so good..."

He hummed satisfied with the praise and continued his work with an absurd devotion. It was as if he was enjoying every second to worship you, as if his only objective was to give you pleasure and you were sure that he was doing it very well. You could feel your entire body responding to him and the familiar feeling of an approaching orgasm, your legs started to shake.

"Fuck, Stephen, you're gonna make me cum..."

You were surprised. You loved oral sex and Stephen did it very well, but you always relied on penetration to cum, Stephen always used his fingers, but Defender didn't and you didn't feel like you needed them. Just the feel of him sucking on your clit interspersed with the licks at your entrance and the way he sucked up all your juices and spit them back out and went back to sucking was enough to make the tension rise and the knot deep in your belly break.

Your hands let go of the sheet you were gripping so tightly and gripped his hair, pulling hard and loving the feeling as your orgasm finally washed over you. Defender didn't stop eating you until all the shaking stopped and he was sure you were finished.

"Lord, I've never come so fast with oral. You do it so well." You admitted.

He smiled, rubbing his hand through his beard, cleaning himself of your fluids and you caressed his hair "I love your hair, you look so handsome with long hair."

You watched in delight as his face turned slightly pink. He placed a kiss on the inside of your thigh "You're a flatterer, you know that?"

Voce gave a small laugh "But it's true and I like to praise what's mine."

Defender smirked and crawled over to you pulling you to his lips. "You have no idea how much I wanted to taste you, I've thought about it for so long, the moment I would be between your legs, eating you."

You bit his bottom lip teasing "And?"

"The sweetest pussy I've ever tasted."

You giggled feeling so comfortable with him that all anticipation for the first time seemed to fade, suddenly it was like you'd already made love to him a hundred times.

"Must have been a lot because you, Defender Strange, you seem to have a PhD in pussy eating."

He chuckled nuzzling his face in yours "That good, uh?" You shook your head "I already told you. I've never come so fast."

He caressed your face "I could do that for the rest of my life, just stay between your legs, pleasuring you."

"Hm, who's the flatterer now?" You asked and then you kissed him again, his lips parting for you to deepen the kiss, your tongue exploring his mouth with passion and a low moan escaping his lips which made your skin prickle. Defender was so sweet. Your Stephen was affectionate, but Defender was soft. You didn't have words to describe how he made you feel.

You rested both hands on his chest "I want to see you" You said kissing his lips softly "I want to touch you now."

He pulled away and rolled to the side on the bed lying on the pillows and you wasted no time, you rolled over him, passing one leg over his hip and purposely positioning yourself on his hard shaft. He watched you intently waiting for you to act and you kissed him ardently and then lowered your lips to his neck, lightly nipping the area below his ear while your nails scratched his chest. You were loving it and next thing you know you were grinding yourself over his shaft to get some relief and eliciting shy moans from his lips. But when you took one of his nipples in your lips and pinched the other he couldn't help it, he moaned loudly and that was the sound you liked best in the world.

"Fuck, baby, you're such a tease.”

You grinned moving over his bulge. He was rock hard now and you couldn't contain yourself anymore, you wanted to see him, take him in your mouth and make him moan the way you did your Stephen moan.

"Feels like my teasing worked, you're so hard, Stephen."

He closed his eyes feeling you grinding yourself into him "Please, need you, love, touch me."

You kissed his lips softly and dismounted finally grabbing the waistband of his boxers. He lifted his hips for you to take them off, his dick finally showing. He had a lot of pubic hair in there, they were trimmed, but compared to your Stephen, it was a lot and your mind automatically imagined what it would feel like rubbing your clit.

You felt your mouth water with anticipation to have him, but you decided to take it slow. You took him in hand stroking him up and down slowly but firmly enough to make him moan, this time louder than before.

You brought your thumb up to his head, collecting a drop of precum and circling it lightly.

"Oh god, it feels so good." He praised softly.

"I haven't done much of anything yet, Stephen." You replied chuckling and then you held him in both hands and spat on him using the saliva to help you slide your hands up and down, stroking him now fast. A wet, obscene sound reached your ears and made you even wetter between your legs than you already were.

His cock throbbed in your hand and you bit your bottom lip, trying not to moan "You're so big, Stephen. You have such a nice cock. I love it. Can't wait to have it stretching me and making me feel so good."

Defender cupped your face, his voice was a mere whisper "Ride me, baby. I want to be inside you so badly."

You smiled openly "Of course, but I want to have a taste of you first. Can I put your cock in my mouth, please?"

"Yes" He replied almost immediately "Show me how you do it, baby."

You spit on his dick again and gave a couple of jerks and then put it in your mouth, just the head, working your tongue around it, flicking it on his frenulum and making him whimper. Your hand was firmly around his length , stroking him nice and steady, the other stroking his balls, ensuring no part was left unstimulated.

He brought one hand up to your hair holding it firmly away from your face so he could get a good view of you going down on him, the other hand was in the sheets, squeezing them so tightly his knuckles were white.

"Oh, just like that, baby. You do it so good. So good to me..." He cooed totally surrendered to the pleasure you gave him. The moans and groans were like music to your ears and little by little you started taking him deeper and deeper into your mouth, bobbing your head on his length and when you felt confident enough you swallowed him whole letting him go to the back of your throat. He groaned in surprise and you held him there for a few seconds feeling him throb violently.

"Oh my god, baby, you're gonna make me cum like that, I'm so fucking deep..."

You just hummed satisfied in response and then took it fully out of your mouth to breathe, spit ran down your chin and tears rolled down your cheeks, but you smiled proudly at him and then moved your lips down to his balls, sucking them slowly because they were so full and you knew they would be sensitive. Your hand continued to stroke him.

"Y/n, you're gonna make me cum. Is that what you want, baby?"

"Uh hum" You replied biting your lips "You'll have another round for me, won't you?"

He shook his head, unable to voice his response.

"Then give it to me, Stephen."

He moaned as you put it in your mouth again going all the way down and then taking it out completely and then repeating over and over again. "Fuck... can I cum in your mouth, baby?"

You hummed in response, stroking him and bobbing your head on his head while stroking his balls in a circular motion.

"That's it, love, take it." He came hard and a lot. His load seemed endless and he had the exact same taste as your Stephen. You swallowed some, but some trickled down your chin. He was panting when you finally took him out of your mouth.

"Oh, that was amazing, Y/n. You really know how to do it. Fuck, baby, that was the best blow job I ever had."

You ran your fingers across your chin and sucked on them with a popping sound making a show for him. He grinned.

"You taste really good, Steph."

He raised an eyebrow "Steph?"

You crawled on top of him wrapping your legs around his hips and directing him inside you. He stayed hard after cuming which was no surprise, your Stephen could take several rounds easily on a good day and stamina seemed to be equal in both.

"That's how I call my Stephen, and since you're mine too, I think I can call you that too, don't you agree?" You reached down letting him slide inside you easily, stretching you perfectly just the way you liked it.

"Yes, baby. You can call me whatever you want. I'm yours."

You started to move, rocking yourself on top of him, fucking him nice and hard keeping your pace fast and intense.

"Oh yes, just like that, baby, fuck me."

You smiled openly, realizing what you had already subtly noted. Defender was way more submissive than your Stephen and you loved that.

He brought both hands to your ass helping you keep your movements steady. You rested both hands on his chest, closing your eyes and leaning your head back, letting yourself be carried away by the wonderful pleasure you felt.

"You look so fucking beautiful riding me like this, baby. You feel so good."

You moaned loudly, his praises having a strong effect on you. "Yeah? You like the feeling of my pussy around your cock, baby? Tell me how good it feels."

Defender moved his arms to your hips and turned quickly and a second later you were under him. He guided his cock back inside you and leaned forward to kiss you. You wrapped your legs around his waist, trapping them behind his back and allowing him to enter you really deep.

"It feels this good" He replied thrusting against you and making you moan loudly "So good, your pussy feels so good, baby."

You cupped his face with both hands as he thrusted into you nice and hard, but at the same time slow and so intense. He was making love with you in slow motion and it was so different and so good, you were literally melting under him. You felt so hot, sweat making your skin stick to the sheets.

"Stephen... you're gonna make me cum. You feel so good, your cock feels so good, it’s so big and it’s so deep..."

Defender took your praises in a deep kiss. "You can cum, baby, I'm right after you."

You felt your body responding to his words, the familiar tremor deep in your belly building again, the knot threatening to break.

"Tell me you love me Steph, tell me how much you wanted me."

He buried his face in the crook of your neck thrusting harder against you "More than anything, baby. I love you more than anything. I wanted you so badly. You're making me so happy, so good to know you're mine too." His voice broke with his moans and the sound right in your ear made your whole body shiver and it was too much for you. You came, your walls clenching around him, your cum creaming him, your nails biting the skin on his back leaving angry marks.

"That's it, baby, give it to me. You're squeezing me so hard... fuck, baby, I wanna cum to. Can I cum inside you?"

You were still coming back from your high and the words seemed to have disappeared from your head, so you just nodded.

"Tell me I can cum. I need you to say it. Can you do that for me?"

You cupped his face looking straight into his oceanic eyes "Cum for me, Stephen. Cum inside me. I wanna feel you cuming inside me, please."

Stephen groaned aloud, but you pulled him to your lips and felt his hot load spurting inside you, painting your walls white. It felt so good, so right. He pulled away for air, he was panting, but there was a wide smile on his lips. He leaned his forehead against yours.

"I love you, Y/n. I Love you so, so much."

You kissed him tenderly "I love you too, Defender Strange."

He kissed your lips softly and rolled over and got up. "Just give me a minute, I'll clean you up."

You shook your head watching as he walked away towards the bathroom. You lay there staring at the ceiling, an open smile on your lips. You've fantasized about that moment so many times and it turned out to be better than any fantasy. He was perfect. Different from Stephen, but at the same time just as wonderful. You were delighted.

He came back with a towel in his hands and cleaned you gently as if he had already done it dozens of times. He went back to the bathroom to get rid of the dirty towel and when he got back to the bedroom he took the opportunity to get a pair of sweatpants from the wardrobe. He quickly put it on and then grabbed his shirt that he had lent you from the floor.

"Sit down, baby, let me get you dressed."

You obeyed by putting your arms up and he dressed you quickly. You went back to lay down and he came around the bed and lay down next to you holding out his arm for you to snuggle close to him.

"You are so sweet, Stephen." You said nuzzling your face in his, inhaling deeply to smell him. He squeezed you in his arms.

"So, we're really doing this." You said unable to be silent, too excited to sleep.

"Are you repented?" He asked, stroking your arm with his fingertips.

"What do you think?" You lifted your face to meet his eyes and before he could answer, you cupped his face and kissed him deeply.

He smiled "I think every second that passes I love you more. And I think there are important things we need to talk about."

You nodded "Like what?"

"Birth control. I imagine you and Stephen have it all figured out, but I need to know."

You bit your lips "You just came inside me and now you're asking?"

"I asked if I could do it first. Remember?"

You chuckled "Okay, well, I'm on pill. Stephen and I agreed we don't want a baby, so..."

"Good." He caressed your face with the back of his hand "There are other places where I'd like to cum next time."

You felt your face heat up.

"Don't tell me you're shy now."

"I'm not. It's just that... it was our first time, but for me it feels like we've done it so many times, but at the same time I still need to get used to it all."

"I know. I feel that way too."

You smoothed a lock of his hair and then gently tucked it behind his ear. He took your hand and brought it to his lips and kissed each finger slowly.

...

You opened your eyes the next morning and were greeted by blue eyes glancing at you intently and you had the impression that they had been looking at you for a very long time.

"Good morning" His voice sounded huskier than you were used to.

You gave him a lazy smile followed by a long yawn. "What are you doing?"

He grinned and then kissed your forehead lingeringly. "Trying to convince myself I'm not dreaming this time."

You pulled him to your lips kissing him softly. "And what conclusion did you come to?"

"That is much better than in my dreams."

"See, you are the flatterer, Defender Strange."

He caressed your face sighing "You know, I think only a certain amount of happiness is allowed to a man."

"What do you mean?"

"That to have you I had to lose everything else."

You stared at him confused, your hand cupping his face "It doesn't seem fair."

He turned his face to kiss her palm. "No, but I wouldn't change a thing."

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