#but no matter what they always find their way back to each other like when Dean was grieving so hard in

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Little Sister, Big Secret

Miyeon X Male OC | 10745 words

TW: Incest

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Author’s Note: Thanks for the patronage. Jae is the official reader name from now on. I know some of you are disappointed with this change, and I apologize. There are stories that I want to explore from a third person’s perspective, and using a real name instead of Y/N seems to be a better direction.

 This might be the last fic for my series of quick releases this past week. I will still be releasing incest fics, but it might take once or twice every two weeks. The first part of the ex-IZONE Minju fic will be released early in Ko-Fi this Thursday.

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Jae rarely saw his sister Miyeon anymore. Between their going to school in separate cities and busy schedules when they were home in the summer, it was rare if they spent more than an hour in each other's company. He still always loved seeing her, though she and he both were changing as they followed their own paths. And, every time he saw her, it reminded him that she was a stunner. As they went through school, Jae knew she would be a beauty when she got prettier and prettier each year. However, it seemed that she never stopped; her breasts got bigger and bigger until they looked like they could fill Jae's hand and then some, or so he imagined. Her face was adorable, with a beautiful smile and that sexy way she bit her lip when she did something naughty. And her body...her workouts kept it so slender at the waist and yet her butt a spank-able little cushion. Topped off with her soft, brown hair flowing down to her shoulders, she was a picture of perfection.

It didn't matter, though, for all the torture he had to endure when she let her robe slip open as she lounged on the couch, revealing her bra and her taut stomach-- she was still his sister. He'd put up with the suggestive comment or two from guys at school and maybe stolen a peak at her cup size when she left a lacy number in the drier (it was 30C), but other than that, their interactions were mostly innocent. When they went to school, they drifted a bit further apart, but of course, whenever she came home, she seemed to have gotten hotter, more tan, better legs, etc.

It was a Friday afternoon, and Jae had gotten out of class early, so he decided to drive back home and drop in on his mom and dad for the weekend. He could use a break from the action at school. So, a few hours later he was pulling into his driveway. He arrived just as the mailman offered to bring the mail himself. He grabbed it and walked up to the front door, flipping through it as he climbed the steps to the front door. Something caught his eye, a manila envelope with a letterhead he recognized. Embarrassingly enough, after thinking about it for a few seconds, he placed it as a porn company he'd seen on one of those video streaming sites.

'What's this?' He thought to himself and paused at the front door.

Thinking quickly, he decided that whatever it was, his parents probably shouldn't be seeing it anyway, so he slipped it into his duffel and rang the doorbell. After exchanging hellos and sitting with his dad before he headed back to work, Jae headed upstairs to his room. The envelope in his bag had nagged at him while sitting with his dad and he intended to find out what it was about. He had only glanced at the envelope before stuffing it away, and looking at it now, he noticed that it was addressed to his sister. His heart spiked a bit at that. What the hell would a porn company want with Miyeon?

Ripping it open, he reached for a letter and a DVD. He'd have read the letter, but the DVD cover grabbed his attention for obvious reasons. It was a porno called "School's Out" with a beautiful young girl on the cover, but not just any beautiful girl, his sister. His jaw practically hit the floor. She was posing on the cover in a sexy schoolgirl outfit with the naughty look on her face that Jae had come to know so well. The caption beside her read that it was her first scene, and Jae was again speechless. The back had a few more pictures of her and other girls in the film, but nothing displaying what her part in the film was.

He walked over toward his bag to retrieve his laptop and sat down, waiting for it to power up before he took it in. His sister... in a porno... the very one he held in his hand? She looked so cute on the front cover, so innocent and yet so goddamn hot. How the hell had she become a pornstar? From what he knew, she was still in school and doing well.

'My God, porn?' He thought to himself.

In his haste he failed to even think that this was his sister he was about to see on his screen if he put that disc into his laptop. And not only that; she was going to be...presumably having sex with some random dude with a big dick. Christ, he hadn't even seen her naked in full before, and he was about to see a lot more than that. He hesitated as he stared at his desktop for a few seconds. Should he watch it...? Wow, it was like his dreams were coming true and he was simultaneously waking up.

'Maybe just a minute, to see if it's really true,' He rationalized as he slipped it into the drive and pulled up the menu.

The first scene wasn't her, or the second. It was as he suspected, the same type of story line he'd seen played out in plenty of scenes before. When his sister came on to the screen, it was a third shock in only a few minutes. She was wearing her sexy little school girl outfit with her breasts pushed up and short miniskirt cutting off close below her bubbly behind. She had a pierced belly button (man, did he love that on girls) and a touch of makeup. He watched in disbelief as she went through the motions with some guy, setting up the story of a sexy student trying to talk her way out of trouble. He had to admit, she was an adorable actress, and he found himself projecting himself into the role of the man being seduced by his student.

That was until she reached for the guy's belt buckle. He realized she really was going to sleep with the guy, and Jae covered his eyes with his hand. He couldn't watch this, could he? He peeked between his fingers and saw the guy reaching for his sister's breast. As he grasped it for a second, Jae found himself becoming angry with the actor for touching his sister that way. In a few more seconds, she had worked the guy's pants open and was holding his semi-erect penis. He wasn't all that much larger than Jae, he thought to himself happily.

And then the man worked Miyeon's breast out of its cotton sling, and he saw her nipple for the first time. It was utterly suckable, a big nub with a relatively tiny areola that his mouth watered at the sight of. She then started stroking his penis up and down in her tiny hand and kissing him in a way that he wished deeply to feel himself. Feeling his own cock begin to harden, a pang of guilt struck him for desiring his sister so.

He battled inwardly as the video played out, and his sister started to disrobe, and he decided to just click through. It wasn't as if he intended to see it, but the first click of the mouse brought him to a frame of his sister on her knees with a cock deep in her mouth. Even for the second he lingered he could see the side profile of his little sister and her rocking body. Bent at the knee as she was, he loved how the pads of her feet stretched to stabilize her, and her curves led from her toned legs to her taut, arched back. Oh no, he thought as she swallowed the cock a few times, and he averted his eyes. He haphazardly clicked forward into the video, and this time she wasn't on her knees but laid out on the bed with her pussy, which looked taut as hell, swallowing the man's shaft into her tiny frame. Piercing her over and over, the guy shoved himself into Miyeon, and Jae felt himself becoming angry, or was it jealous... either way, a few more times of watching his sister's quim stretch to accept the invading member, and he slammed his screen down, unable to watch it any further.

Her soft pants of pleasure rang in his ears, and it was as if he could see her wiggling beneath him as he shoved into her. His cock was completely stiff. He was reeling from what he just saw. Firstly, because he had just watched his little sister, the one who he'd walked with to school when they were little, wrestle in the backyard, do some different kind of wrestling altogether. Secondly, he could not believe how unbelievably attractive she was and how badly he wanted to be in the unnamed man's place. He felt all at once shocked about his relationship with the young girl he was just watching be fucked, and strange that he'd felt lust for her. After all, that's what she was there for, wasn't it? To be an icon for his desires, to arouse him enough to pleasure himself while watching her. Oh Lord, how would he face her now, knowing what he knew?

A sound woke him from his daze, and he got up to see who was making it. Looking over the railing as he left his room, he saw her standing in the doorway and shutting it behind her. It looked like he'd be facing her even sooner than he expected.

"Oppa!" she screamed as she dropped her things.

Bounding up the stairs, Miyeon's breasts bounced in her shirt, a deep v-neck sweater showing off plenty of them. The shirt was cut short of her belly button, and he could see the piercing that gleamed on her beautiful stomach. Below that, she had a set of distressed-looking low-rider jeans that could have been painted on for how tightly they held her beautiful legs. She practically jumped into his arms, and he prayed that she didn't feel his already stiffening erection.

With her body pressed up against his and her breasts, her soft, full breasts, mashed between them, Jae resigned himself to the fact that he'd never look at Miyeon the same again. Instead, he just wrapped her in his arms, returning the hug. Feeling her body against his, the warmth of it and the swell of her breasts resurrected the war between his brain and dick. She pushed off of him and looked at Jae deep in the eyes, a questioning look on her face. It was the same adorable face he remembered, and it caused him to snap out of his stupor and realize he'd not said a word to her yet.

"It's so good to see you, baby, sis. I didn't know you were coming home!" Jae managed.

One of his hands came to rest on the exposed portion of her back, warm and smooth. He thought about how it would feel to grab onto her there and about seeing that guy holding onto her waist as he plunged that big thing of his into Jae's little sister.

"Well, Jenna told me you were coming home, and I decided that I had some free time this weekend, so I'd join you. Are you happy to see me?"

Jenna was Miyeon's best friend in high school and now attended the same college as Jae. She was a year younger than him and almost as sexy as Jae's little sister was; he'd seen her walking home from class and mentioned he was going home for the weekend. Man, news travels fast, he thought to himself.

"Of course I'm happy to see you. This house can always use a little more action, right? especially a knockout like you, little sis. I swear you keep getting prettier every time I see you!" Jae said excitedly.

"Oh, stop it," Miyeon blushed, and then there was that look again -- her cheeks puffing up the way they did and that little nibble of her lip. The frame of Miyeon first being penetrated came into his memory and he shook it off. "When did you become such a charmer, huh? And while we're handing out compliments, you've been hitting the gym a little yourself haven't you?"

With a little free time here and there, now that he had gotten past the difficult years in school, he had tried to stay in shape. He was now a pretty lean 6'0" and 185 lbs.

"Well, I gotta look good for the ladies right? And speaking of Jenna, maybe I oughta look her up when I go back to school!" Jae said leadingly.

"You wouldn't dare! She's my best friend!" Miyeon screamed.

"I don't know Miyeon. She was lookin' mighty fine in that sundress today." Jae teased.

"Better than me?" Miyeon asked him. She stepped back, kicked her hips out to the side, and posed for comparison.

"Hmm... let me think... turn for me." Jae continued to joke with her, but she did spin around, showing him her great little booty and the rest of her backside. "It's a close one, I think I oughta sleep with her to find out."

"No way, mister, don't even think about it. And that wouldn't be fair. You'd have to sleep with me then, and I'm pretty sure we're not supposed to do that." Miyeon shot back at him.

Jae had to hesitate a second at that, had she just said that. He could hardly hold back the thoughts of bending her over the railing right there and taking her like the little pornstar she was.

'Get a hold of yourself,' Jae scolded himself. See her mock upset look? He said, "Oh, alright already, plus I don't think they have guys like me down at that school of yours. Little girls like you only go for the hipster-type guys with jeans tighter than yours and a personality disorder."

"Ha, got a pretty high opinion of yourself there, huh, sport." Miyeon joked. "I think it's me you couldn't handle. They don't make 'em like me in that winter wasteland you attend," Miyeon thrust her chest out while saying that, and Jae practically shot in his pants. She looked so god damned sexy, and she must have known it. "I bet the only girls you take home at that school have a bigger dick than you."

"I doubt that," Miyeon's eyes seemed to glint and shoot downward at that comment, but Jae continued, "But just ask your friend Jenna in a week or two and she'll tell you."

Miyeon gave up, "Ugh, you are relentless! Whatever, I'm gonna take a shower, will you please bring up my bags Mr. Manly Man?"

Jae watched her walk away, her beautiful hips swaying as she sauntered down the hall. What was happening! He had suddenly started talking sex with his little sister, and he had to reel himself back in. But he didn't want to; truth of the matter was, he was imagining himself in that shower with her, fucking her brains out. Holding on to those gorgeous titties of hers, he could just pound away at her from behind.

'She's your sister for god's sake.' Jae knew he'd really turned the corner with the way he looked at his little sister. 'But the way she played into my jokes...' He argued in his head, 'She'd never go for it... or would she.' He took a few minutes downstairs to process what was going on. Even if she wanted him to, could he really do it? He poured himself a glass of water and drained it before grabbing her bags and heading upstairs.

Approaching her room, he saw the door half open, and beyond it, his little sister was undressing. She peeled her sweater off and tossed it on the bed as he climbed the last stair. A few more steps toward her door and he could see her reaching for the button on her jeans and trying to wiggle out of their snug fit. Her breasts swayed back and forth and nearly spilling out of the confines of her bra, a simple white push-up. The curves of her smooth skin, sun-kissed by the California rays at her school, accentuated a flawless body. As soon as she had the jeans down to her feet, hopping once or twice adorably, she reached behind her to unclasp her bra, and Jae made a coughing sound to announce his presence.

"Eh, hhem," he interrupted.

Miyeon, still with the jeans caught around one foot, reached for her breasts as the bra straps fell from her shoulders. She covered herself as best she could, and Jae looked away to give her her privacy.

"Sorry sis, I was just bringing your things," He snuck a peak once or twice over his right shoulder.

"Ha-ha, I guess I gave you a bit of any eyeful huh?" She was rustling around behind him and then said, "okay, you can look now."

As he turned, he realized she wasn't all that better covered, she had a tiny towel covering the essentials, but the tops of her breasts and the very bottom of her butt were clearly peeking out on either side. He could do nothing to stop his cock from hardening in his shorts, and he could have sworn he saw Miyeon's eyes catch it once or twice.

"What's the matter Oppa, am I making you nervous?" She teased.

"No, you're just not wearing very much and your my sister," he responded

"Hmm..." was all she said, glancing clearly down toward her brother's crotch, if only for a second.

Jae left her alone for the time being; whether or not something would happen between them, Jae knew he needed to cool down and take things slowly. If he had only waited a few more seconds earlier he would have probably seen Miyeon strip fully nude and he wasn't sure he was ready to see that in person (even if he had seen her being stuffed full of cock in the video just before she arrived home herself)

Miyeon showered and he heard her ambling down the stairs to the living room while he was sitting and watching TV. He shouldn't have even been shocked when he saw that she was wearing only a tiny orange top that could have been a bathing suit and yoga pants, and yet his jaw nearly dropped seeing all that exposed skin.

"Jeez sis, you comfortable?"

"When did you become such a prude, huh? It's my own damn house and I just had a long drive, I would have gone naked but I couldn't risk mom or dad coming home early," Miyeon responded with some sass.

"Because it would be fine for you to be prancing around in the nude in front of me..." Jae questioned

"Like I said..." Miyeon said almost inaudibly, but not quite, "...prude."

Jae heard it and wasn't pleased to be accused again. "What's gotten into you, huh?"

"Oh nothing." Miyeon lied. She wasn't about to reveal that she was thinking about becoming a full-time adult film star, especially not to her brother.

So they just watched TV together like that, Miyeon lounging across the couch with her gorgeous tummy stretched just so and her breasts hugged in the strip of cloth across them. The yoga pants left absolutely nothing to the imagination; she was, put simply, an absolute knockout. She was way too pretty for porn, he thought to himself, wishing again he hadn't seen her being used by an unnamed actor. Although he was defenseless to her beauty, (he knew for a fact that every other man was anyway) Jae simply couldn't shove off the protective feelings he had toward Miyeon. He'd been looking out for her since they were little.

"Let's do something, I'm bored," Miyeon whined.

"Like what?"

There was a pause, and Jae watched her as she looked deep in thought. Then, as if a light bulb had gone off in her head, she sat up straight, causing her breasts to shake in the orange top and her abs to flex gorgeously.

"Oh shit... I just forgot," Miyeon trailed off, clearly deep in thought again.

"Earth to Miyeon!" Jae called out to her.

"I have to do something, I can't believe I forgot." Miyeon

"Umm... okay."

Miyeon hopped off the couch and took the stairs two at a time up to her bedroom, shutting the door behind her before Jae could even enjoy the sight of her spandex-covered ass. He stayed where he was on the couch nonetheless, half enjoying the episode of one of those shows brain-dead he watched sometimes and half processing all of the information he'd taken in over the last hour or so.

Visions of Miyeon came in and out of his mind, some of them from the clip he'd just seen of her a short while ago. He dozed off a few times and was making peace with all of the chaos Miyeon had caused within him since he'd returned home when she quickly opened the door at the top of the stairs and walked out.

"So......." Miyeon said, walking to the stairs and looking down at him,

"So......." Jae questioned her.

"I have this thing I have to do, and I usually have my roommate at school help me with it, but she's not here now, and I forgot it was due tonight,"

"We're not exactly in the same program, Miyeon. I'm not sure I can help you with your homework," Jae replied.

"Yea... It's not that kind of thing."

"Ugh, okay. What is it?" Jae responded to her as he got up off the couch. "Well, that's the thing. I know I shouldn't be asking you, you being my brother and all, but I need your help." Miyeon had a guilty look, and Jae was still clueless.

"Well, what the hell is it already?" Jae asked, growing impatient.

"Just... can you come here, and I'll show you." This time, the look on her face was more naughty than anything else, and Jae liked it.

It was his turn to race up the stairs this time, but with Miyeon standing at the top, he tried to keep his cool. When he reached the top, he nearly ran into his sister and found himself standing a few inches from her. The scent of her body wash was faint yet exciting, and there was a moment of silence between them before Miyeon spoke.

"So... I didn't think I was going to need to tell you so soon...but..." she dragged this out.

"Oh God, just spit it out already."

"I NEED YOU TO TAKE PICTURES OF ME NAKED." She barely managed to form separate words.

It took a minute for Jae even to pick the words apart. "Uhh... WHAT?" This was a stretch, even after some of the thoughts he'd been having.

She was racing again, "I know it sounds weird, but I guess I kinda may have done some porn, and now I need to do a photo audition for a company that could give me a huge offer if I look good in it and I can't take the photos myself because I forgot my remote for the camera so I need you to do it and I know it will be weird, but I need you to so will you just please do it." She said it all in one breath.

"Whoa......." Jae didn't know how to respond just then.

Miyeon just looked up at him with eyes wide. They were pleading with him to agree.

"I don't know, Miyeon, this is out there." Sure, he'd wished to get inside her when he saw her on his computer screen, but didn't every guy imagine having sex with their favorite pornstars? If they were really in front of them, though, would a guy go through with it, maybe cheat on a girlfriend, risk getting her pregnant?

Fuck it, he didn't have a girlfriend. Thinking of getting Miyeon pregnant made him want to do more, and she hadn't even asked him to have sex with her, just see her naked.

"I guess if you need my help,"

"Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!" She jumped into his arms, and he immediately felt his hands on that warm, taut abdomen he had drooled over before. 'God, she is so hot!' he screamed inwardly, and he rejoiced at the fact that he was about to see her naked.

"So I know this will be a bit weird for you, but if you just do as I say, we'll have the pictures we need in no time. I'll owe you so much." Her smile exuded sex now.

"Yeah, you bet you will," Jae said.

Miyeon took him by the hand and led him inside. She led him over to her dresser, where a pretty expensive-looking DSLR Camera and a few different lenses sat. On the bed was an outfit that he absolutely couldn't wait to see his little sister in, and when she picked it up and told him to wait as she put it on in the bathroom, he breathed heavily.

She walked out in an unbelievably sexy schoolgirl outfit. It had a blouse that was not much bigger than the plaid bra beneath and a miniskirt that couldn't even cover her pert little butt. She looked down at the floor and then up at Jae through the strands of brown hair that had fallen in front of her eyes.

She looked so beautiful, and Jae suddenly decided to snap a picture. He brought the camera up and quickly took a picture. He perfectly captured the innocence she was exuding and kept taking pictures as she scolded him:

"Stop! I'm not ready yet."

"Hey, I said I'd take pictures, but I'll take them whenever I want, " he said with a smile.

"FINE! Like I said, you're relentless."

She slowly walked toward the bed and made sure to give him plenty of time to take pictures. She put a knee up on the bed and looked back at him; the pose was flawless.

"Are you sure this is okay with you? I know I was calling you prude earlier, so I don't want you to feel like you have to prove something, " she said, really meaning it.

"No Miyeon, it's really okay, you need help, and you're my little sis, so I'll do it. Besides, you're not so hard on the eyes anyway." He complimented

She was positively beaming after his comment and she bit on the tip of her pinky finger in embarrassment. She continued her path onto the bed and showed him a bit of her ass as she bent over on her hands and knees with her back arched impressively. Her little butt stood proud in the air, he snapped a pic every few seconds, moving this way and that to get good angles. She might have needed his help, but he would certainly enjoy this if he had any say in it.

Then Miyeon laid down flat and played around with her legs. 'Click, click, click,' went the camera as he got shots of her long aiguille socks snaking their way up her toned legs. They were so smooth and so alluring. She rolled over, once again arching her back as her brother took more pictures.

"You're beautiful, little one, keep doing that," Miyeon smiled as her brother breathed the compliment quietly not sure whether he'd meant her to hear it or not. She quickly untied the blouse to reveal the plaid bra beneath. It was a tight-fitting piece that caused her breasts to spill out over the tops. Jae couldn't imagine something more perfect or more seductive. He took multiple pictures as she kneeled upright on the bed to remove the blouse, her tits pushed out as she snaked her arms out through the sleeves.

Laying back down and stretching out on the bed, she posed a few times before reaching for the ties where her plaid miniskirt connected on the left and quickly tugging at the laces with her hand. The miniskirt loosened, and she slid it off her waist. She smiled a great, big, gleaming smile at the camera and flung the skirt her brother's way. Jae couldn't be certain, but he thought he may have gotten a great shot of the skirt midair with his little sister perched behind it on the bed, now in only her bra and a matching pair of panties.

Jae could feel his body heating up, though the temperature in the room hadn't changed a degree. It wasn't all that was going up either, and Miyeon took notice of the bulge in her brother's pants that was snaking its way toward his waistband. She felt so aroused that her big brother found her good enough looking to get an erection. It encouraged her further. She started posing more sensuously and in more provocative poses: tossing this way and that, sexy looks flashed across her beautiful face and she imagined that her eyes were begging him to ravage her.

Jae couldn't believe his restraint as he took picture after picture. But finally, it was the moment of truth, and as Miyeon reached around her backside with nimble fingers, disconnecting the clasp of her bra, Jae knew he was in for the treat of a lifetime. Once again, she let the bra fall only a bit before covering it with her hands, and he kept clicking and clicking. More of her breasts were showing now, and he wanted more than anything to see the remaining hidden objects of his fantasy.

Miyeon teased him, though, for as soon as she let the bra fall, her hands were there to cover her nipples, which were hard as ever, she noted. She stood and walked toward him, getting dangerously close, and when only a few feet away, she covered both her breasts with one hand and reached down to shove off her tiny panties. Down and over her cute socks they went and Miyeon's free hand covered her pussy. He could tell she was shaven, and seeing his sister's exposed body made his heart begin to race.

Jae was rock hard by then, so when Miyeon came very close to him and then backed away slowly after whispering, "see something you like," and then glancing downward toward his enlarged manhood, Jae was positively swooning. He remembered to take pictures, however, and was finally coming back to earth when his sister dropped her hands and ran them over her body.

She had been so breathtaking in the vide,o but it did no justice to what she looked like in real life. It was like she'd been sculpted from marble. Her breasts hung in part teardrops, a full handful or more. Her pussy was so tiny, he wondered how in the world she fit anything into it. She'd certainly have a hard time taking him. 'Whoa there, fella,' he thought to himself, 'don't move too fast, you're only here to take pictures.'

The pictures continued for a few minutes like this, with Miyeon prancing around the room and taking up different positions: on the bed, on the chair, lying down, kneeling, etc. His favorites were as she stood against the wall; he could just imagine pinning her to the wall and lifting her off her feet with his thrusts. She was so exiting that he couldn't imagine what company would turn her down. She really was way too pretty for porn, he thought to himself.

Then Miyeon paused and stopped moving about on the bed.

"You've been so helpful. I wonder if I could ask... no... that's too much, and I've already asked so much. Never mind." She seemed conflicted but sincere about letting him off the hook.

"What is it Miyeon, I told you I'd help no matter what, and I meant it," Jae assured his sister.

"Okay, but don't freak out. Just say no if you think you can't handle it." The way she phrased that was a little bit of a dig, but he nodded his head in agreement.

"So, the shoot has a second part they say is optional but encouraged," she had a much guiltier look on her face this time. "It involves a guy, and they said they'd really like to see how I perform a little on camera.

"Oh no, are you talking about what I think you're talking about?" Jae was a little worried, was she suggesting that he... have sex with her? He felt light-headed.

"You'd just have to let me take it out and hold it a little bit while you snap pictures, you can pretend it's Jenna or someone else." His little sister looked down at the floor again.

"You're going to what, jerk me off or something." Jae couldn't tell whether he was scare or excited, or both.

"Just for a little bit, I promise I'll be quick about it, I just need to borrow your..." she paused, "you know, your thing for a minute or two."

"This is a little more than taking pictures, Miyeon. And what if Mom or Dad comes home?" Jae questioned her; it was a legitimate concern.

"I talked to Mom after I got off the plane. She said she was going to be late tonight, and Dad never gets home before 8 p.m. anyway. PLEAAASSSEEE Oppa, please!

"Wow, I never thought I'd see the day of innocent little Miyeon begging to hold my dick." Jae laughed as he said it, bringing a smile to his little sister's face. "Yea yeah, go ahead."

"Oh my God I can't thank you enough, once again she hugged him, except this time without anything but his t-shirt between them he could feel his sister's nipples poking into him and much more of the heat of her body as she pressed it against him.

Reaching down between them as she hugged him, she felt over his jeans the long strip along which his hard cock had adjusted to fit in his pants.

"Wow, it can't be that big, can it?" His sister looked up at him.

Jae only shrugged at her, and she dropped to her knees to remove his pants. He pointed the camera down at her and took a few pictures with it zoomed out as much as possible. Her fingers skillfully unbuttoned his jeans and released the zipper. In a few seconds she had him stepping out of his pants and standing before her in only his boxers.

She involuntarily stroked a few times, before pulling the boxers down as well. Out popped Jae's sizable erection.

"Wow Oppa, I never knew." His little sister looked up at him with wide eyes and he snapped a shot of her, it was gorgeous.

She pulled him over to the bed and got on all fours, encouraging him to sit down so she could get a better angle. He held the camera away while she took his shirt off of him and the two of them were naked on the bed together. His sister started stroking his cock, and he was tempted to say something about how she was going further then she'd said she would but the feeling of her tiny hand wrapped around his enormous member was just too good. Plus, she had said she was going to need to touch him, so he couldn't back out on her now. 'Click, click, click," he kept photographing the whole thing.

He held the camera away and attempted to get a more distant shot when he felt something he did not expect. Pushing the hair back around her ear, Miyeon lowered her mouth to the tip of her brother's penis. She popped the whole tip in her mouth before Jae could say anything.

"Miyeon," he said quietly so as not to embarrass her,

"Miyeon!" he repeated, this time with more urgency.

She looked up at him to acknowledge his call as she licked around his sensitive tip, and Jae managed to take a few more pictures. Her eyes searched him for what he was calling to her for, and he started to say.

"Miyeon, I thought you said we weren't going to.....ahhhh"

He couldn't finish the statement for the life of him, for as he tried to, his little sister had begun plunging her head onto his cock and taking it deep into her throat. Further and further she took it until she could take no more, and she pulled it out slowly, not taking her eyes off his for one second. It was the sexiest thing he'd ever seen a woman do, and it was his sister, for crying out loud.

Miyeon continued to suck him like that for a few minutes, and Jae was in heaven feeling her warm mouth and tongue wrap around him, washing away any feelings he may have had to stop what they were doing. She worked him with her mouth and hand, and he snapped photo after photo of his hot little pornstar sucking him for all he was worth. Slippery with her saliva, Miyeon slid her hand up and down in tandem with her warm mouth, flitting her tongue about and kissing Jae's tip as she reached it.

She slowed to a stop and then gingerly lay back on the bed. Her breasts laid proudly atop her chest, and her narrow waist looked like something he could take into his hands and grasp on to. He was standing a few feet away, and Miyeon reached out with her sock-covered soles, expertly grasping onto his erect cock and pulling it toward her.

"I said I'd only touch it, but if I want the job, the more intense the shots I send, the better the chance..." She made the sweetest puppy dog face she could muster,

" You've helped so much. But..."

"Miyeon, I hope you're not thinking what I think you are..." Jae knew he wanted it, but he also knew it was wrong. Once again, he was conflicted, and the rod that his little sister held in her hands snugly was turning him against himself.

It was as if Miyeon hadn't even heard him protesting, "I owe you so bad, I promise I'll make it up to you. I don't have anybody else!"

"Miyeon, you can't ask me," his voice pleaded as he trailed off. I won't be able to say no."

"Can you put it in, just a little, and take a few pictures?" Her voice rang sweetly in his head. How could he possibly say no? "I promise that's all. Just an inch, and then you can stop."

But Jae knew he wouldn't be able to stop, and he couldn't even respond but walk closer to her and adore her body with his eyes and the camera. He pointed it down at her, his little sister's body lain out for him just like she was in the video he saw. He felt her legs pull from behind as she wrapped them around him and the ridged cotton high-socks rubbed against his skin. It was intoxicating, but not so much as the feeling he experienced as the tip of his cock made contact with his little sister's pussy.

It was soaking wet, and the first push of his sister's heels caused the underside of his shaft to rub all the way up his Miyeon's wet quim. As it made contact with her clit she let out a sweet little moan, reaching for her brother subconsciously. Her fingertips scanned his muscular chest and she pulled him to her lips just after he caught a picture of the incestuous contact his cock was making with her slit.

"Thank you Oppa, you don't know how much this means to me." She kissed him passionately and trailed with more soft kisses to his lips. He could sense deeper meaning in her words regardless of the empty promises coming out of her mouth. He accepted them willingly and kissed her back, camera in one hand and the nape of her neck in the other. His member mashed against her mound harder, and Miyeon moaned into her brother's mouth.

"Anything for you, little one, just tell me what to do." He really loved her and wanted to help her in any way he could, and thoughts of the inappropriateness of their tryst began to eke out from his racing thoughts. He'd stop if she wanted to in a heartbeat; all she had to do was say the word.

"Okay...mmmh..." she cooed as he retreated, and his underside rubbed its way back along her slick outer lips, "just put the tip right there...uhh huh... right on the outside."

She reached down between them and guided it a bit more, and Jae got a fantastic shot of her holding his shaft and placing it in the perfect spot. 'Click, uhhhhh, Click the camera's frames were interrupted by the soft pants of his little sister preparing for him to press into her, only an inch as she'd promised.

"Just a little baby?" He asked her.

"Yeah, just....mmmm... just the tip of it," she said breathily.

He pressed in a bit, not even half of the tip of his cock entered into his sexy little pornstar before he realized he was fucking her. It was beyond his wildest dreams, and by the time he'd sunk only an inch of his pulsing rod into her, she was breathing and gasping heavily.

"Fuckkk......it's too big.....just hold it there..... mmmnghhh," she sounded so sweet, so erotic, "Oh god, take a picture before I cum."

They both giggled, but Miyeon wasn't kidding, his tip alone had her fired up and hornier than she'd ever been. The fact that it was her brother made it so much more naughty and so much more exciting!

'Click, click,' Jae snapped shots of her whole body with his cock only just entering his little sister, they were beautiful photos, he was sure, and the look on Miyeon's face was so genuine, so full of lust and enjoyment that she sold it flawlessly. Someone would be looking at these photos to judge his little sister's potential as a pornstar having no idea that it was the little brunette's brother with his cock lodged inside of her.

Jae felt her socks on his back again. They urged him forward, and he had nowhere to go but in. 'Click,' another half-inch disappeared into Miyeon's tiny frame.

"Miyeon, ohhh, that's more than an inch...." They both knew damn well that it was, but neither Jae or Miyeon planned to do anything about it.

She moaned exquisitely, and another inch deeper he went. Miyeon's toes spread in her schoolgirl knee-highs as his head forged its way into her, and her tunnel spread to accommodate it, and Jae couldn't help but let out a groan himself. 'Click' the camera caught his shaft halfway into his young sister, and the warmth and tightness of it was excruciatingly perfect.

"Oh God, Miyeon, you feel so good. Should I stop, I'm already halfway in!" He was trying desperately to keep taking pictures as he pierced her with his rock-solid staff.

"Just a little further, then you should.....oh god....fuckkkk....I feel like you're going to split me in half..... so big......so fucking good." Her dirty talk was so sexy, he couldn't believe his ears. Almost all the way in his sister now, Jae snapped a picture with one hand and reached out to grab her breast in the other. It filled his hand like it was meant to be and he could feel the upright nipple poking into his palm like a marble. He massaged her breast and took another picture like that as Miyeon reached down to guide in the last inch of his enormous dick.

"Then I should...ohh... what, Miyeon? Stop?" He would if she wanted to, but she felt so good he sincerely hoped he never had to leave.

"Uhh huh..... yeah, we should st.....ohhhh, it just feels so good." She was arching her back as she had in the photos before, and this time, Jae pointed the camera to get her doing it while skewered on his pole. He bottomed out inside of her and felt his balls press against her firm cheeks.

"I'm gonna pull out now, mmm, okay baby?" Jae could hardly say it; he felt so good because of his sister's unbelievably tight tunnel wrapping him up in warmth and wetness. She nodded in agreement as Jae withdrew from his baby sister's slick warmth. The friction created as his head rubbed along her insides made Miyeon's eyes roll back, and Jae grabbed firmly at her waist to ground himself from the pleasure. As Miyeon's lips gave way to his bulbous head and he withdrew that final inch, Jae looked down for some response from his sister.

"Maybe just one.....one more time.....ohhh god... oh fuckkk.... Just to make sure we got good photos....mmmh." She was now closing her eyes as Jae's hand wrapped around her side as he'd imagined grabbing it. It was pliable in his hands yet warm and firm. He took a picture of his fingers making an impression on her hip as he removed his cock from his sister's womb and then began plunging it in again. Miyeon reached out for him and held her hand over his as her other held his sensitive balls and caressed them with her fingers. She worshipped him with her hands and her moans as he sank his entire cock into Miyeon faster this time. Inch by inch ,he plummeted into her, and her insides could barely take him for all the tightness her pussy was displaying.

"Ohhhhh....shitttt...... again..." she gasped.

He pulled out and shoved back in, barely taking any pictures now. It was doubtful the camera was getting anything good. He simply couldn't focus on anything but the feeling of his cock buried in his little sister's quim.

"I think we got it all Miyeon.... Fuck that's tight.... what do you want now?" He savored the feeling of what could be his last time burying his cock inside his little sister.

"One... moruhhhhhh." She didn't finish what she was saying over her moans of ecstasy.

"What was that Miyeon? Fuck...so good...what do you want?"

"Ohhhhhhh.... Just shut up and.... Fuck..... fuck me already!"

Jae took a second to process what he'd just heard before Miyeon snatched the camera from his hand and quickly cast it onto the pillows beside them. Taking his hands in hers she guided them to her ample breasts and massaged them into herself, leaving them there and opting to put hers around his waist and encourage him inside of her. Jae obliged his sister, fucking her as she'd asked and picking up the speed at which he buried every inch of himself into her. He could see her squirm and flex beneath him, hoping he was not causing her pain as he extracted so much pleasure from her sex.

He took her waist with both hands and withdrew his cock from her perfect little pussy. It was hard to believe it fit inside her, the opening barely looked big enough for two fingers. But as he placed his tip back at her soft, wet hole, and pressed inside, it gave way to her slick channel and his cock found its home once again.

His hands mashed into her waist as he used it for leverage to begin fucking his sister harder little by little. She grabbed his wrists to hold on too and he began to withdraw and sink into her faster, her body pressing into the bed under the force of his thrusts.

"Oh my godd.... You are so fucking.....mghhhh.... huge... I love you.... And your cock!

"I love you too baby, I could do this forever." He really could, and his breaths became laden with effort and pleasure. He drove into her and upon withdrawal said: "My baby sister..." plunging once again... "I'm fucking my.... " Miyeon smiled as he withdrew and slammed her, finishing: "my hot....little....sister."

Jae watched his cock disappear into Miyeon, and he could nearly see her abdomen yielding to his invading shaft, expanding and contracting with the path of his rock-hard staff. She was so little compared to him, yet she fucked him right back and her breasts bounced joyfully as he fucked her with reckless abandon.

Reaching down now, he brought his lips to hers kissed her sensuously and lovingly, their tongues tangling and his hands exploring her body as he pressed his abdomen to hers and caressed as much of her body as he could get his hands on.

"Mmghhhh.... Baby... fuck me harder..." Miyeon shouted to him

Jae scooped his sister up in his arms and sat down on the bed, reversing their positions so they were both seated, and Miyeon could begin to fuck him herself. She kneeled on the bed and lifted herself up, and then down, again and again while bucking and howling her pleasure on top of her brother with his cock buried inside of her. Jae began meeting her thrusts with his own pelvis and a soft slapping sound accompanied their hips colliding and his cock becoming fully lodged in their incestuous romp time after time.

He lifted her up in that same position and began to bounce her on his cock a few times. She giggled in the middle of a moan and it came out sounding so adorably sexy that they both shared a smile and a laugh as Jae continued to fuck his sister, standing straight with her supported by his strong arms. He walked over to the wall, pinning her against it, still lifted off the ground and accepting full, powerful thrusts inside of her.

The coolness of the wall, together with the heat of their exchange, had Miyeon ready and oh-so willing to come. Beads of sweat formed liked freckles atop her rosy cheeks, and Jae buried himself in her neck, kissing and suckling at her smooth, sweet skin with his lips and eliciting further moans from the adorable pornstar he was fucking against the wall. A tiny drip of sweat formed on Miyeon's nose and she blew it away with pursed lips and a pre-orgasm gasp of air. Jae adjusted his approach angle just a bit, but it struck Miyeon in a spot that widened her eyes in shock and excruciating pleasure.

"Oh.....My.....God, FUCCKKK.....keep going right.......mnnnnhhh.... there!" She screamed as he worked the angle and stimulated her g-spot with his large rod plunge after plunge. Shocked that he had not yet climaxed into the tiny pornstar he had pinned against the wall, he was far from complaining as he pushed her closer to her own release. Another stroke and he could feel his sister gasping for air; he pulled back from kissing her neck and looked her in the eyes. The brilliant green irises of her pleading eyes begged him to push her over the edge, so, maintaining the way he was spearing her against the wall, Jae did just that.

"Uhhhhhhh.... Oppaaaa......Unnnnnggghhh," She begged him.

Thrust, gasp, thrust, Miyeon was so immersed in pleasure she thought she'd lose consciousness. One more burying of her brother's cock sent her into one of the most intense orgasms of her life. Her pussy flooded with the wetness of her climax and eased her brother's domination of her sweet tunnel. She stayed there, pinned and helpless to stop her cumming until she stopped, which took a while. When she her cunt finally stopped quaking around Jae's invading member, she could see that her brother was exhausted. She loved him so much for the orgasm he'd given her and wanted to pay him back tenfold. She kissed him hard, biting softly at his lower lip and said,

"Let me down stud, let me do a little of the work, huh?"

Jae smiled and let his beautiful sister slowly down to her outstretched toes, still firmly planted and completely hard inside of her. The motion of her sliding down the wall urged his shaft deeper into her, the residual effects of her orgasm and Jae's ever-approaching one causing them both to grasp at each other when they felt it.

Miyeon took hold of his hardness with one hand, and, standing back on her tip-toes, slid her brother's cock out of her pussy in one long and reluctant draw. The cool air made Jae want nothing more than to slam his sister against the wall once more, and Miyeon felt terrifyingly empty without her brother's huge cock filling her up, but she quickly pushed Jae back to the bed and jumped on top of him before either of them could complain but for a second's longing glance.

She squeezed his shaft between her pink lips and his own abdomen and wiggled there atop him. The contact made him anxious to be back inside her, but with his sister in control now, there was nothing he could do now but hope that she'd soon place him back home inside her. Miyeon grinned naughtily as she slid her hips seductively over his shaft and her strong, toned thighs straddled him, making as much contact between their two bodies as possible.

"Don't tease me anymore Miyeon. I can't take it," Jae complained,

"Ohhh, what's the matter big bro, I thought you said we couldn't do this."

Jae only gave her a displeased look; they were far passed considering the morality of the situation and he wanted only to be planted firmly back where he could savor the heat and snugness that Miyeon's pussy offered. "Say please... mmmhh," she was still rubbing her clit up and down the underside of her brother's shaft and stopping millimeters from the spot where he could slip inside before denying Jae the satisfaction.

"Ugggh," he gave in, now it was his turn to beg, "Please Miyeon..."

She leaned down on top of him, her luscious tits hanging down and then pressing firmly to his chest as she kissed him and reached down between them. She kissed him and took hold of his cock as she lifted up her hips to allow him entrance. Lingering just a moment, Miyeon opened her eyes long enough to meet Jae's and then sank down onto his cock as he'd asked.

They both gasped in sweet, sweet relief. It was just as good as the first time, and as his little sister picked up her hips to slide him almost entirely out of her, he took her hips in his firm hands and followed the path they took back down to meet his pelvis. He pawed at and worshipped her like the beautiful pornstar she was (or intended to be) and enjoyed the feeling of her tight pussy walls hugging his member.

"Oh God," Miyeon was cooing once again, glad to have her brother filling her up again, "I love your cock, uhhhhhh." Her voice was so sultry he could hardly take it. "You like fucking your....ohhhhh Oppa....your little sister......mmmmnhhh? Your little pornstar?"

"God yes," Jae greeted her with his affirmation and the upward thrust of his hips.

He was so deep in her now; every inch of his cock was being stimulated by the grasp of her tight quim. Jae was squeezing her hips, her ass, caressing her soft skin and delving into it with his fingers. Again and again he met her hips and she dropped down onto him. Her breasts bounced awesomely as she fucked him, and Jae watched as his little sister's body flexed and writhed above him.

At one point she ceased bouncing atop him instead opting to stay locked hip to hip with him, rotating her hips and adding a new kind of stimulation to their incestuous fucking. Moaning louder, Miyeon rubbed her clit against him hard, and Jae's cock pulsed and slid about inside of her pussy so amazingly that both brother and sister were headed to release fast. Pressing her to him with his hands and working her left and right, round and round, Jae held his sister and helped her to fuck him just the way she wanted.

"Cum for me Miyeon, God I love fucking you!"

"You first baby, ooohhhhhh," Miyeon was starting to lift her hips off her brother again and return to fucking him in earnest. "Cum inside me Oppa, fuck me and cum inside me."

Miyeon lunged forward and pressed her lips against her brother, rolling to the side as she did so with her brother's hard shaft still lodged inside of her. They lay there, facing each other when the little pornstar wrapped a leg over her brother's hips and pulled his pelvis closer to her, urging him to resume his conquest of her body. Jae got her message and began to slide his cock in and out of his sister once more, spurred on by the return thrusts of his sister.

Seconds from release now, Jae pressed a hand between them to admire with his hands her beautiful breasts, palming and caressing in rhythm their fucking. They exchanged exasperated kisses and together struggled to focus on anything but their incestuous coupling and the pleasure it was giving them. Jae could feel his young sister entering the throws of another orgasm, and Miyeon, through her haze could sense her brother there as well. She ran her hands through his hair just so, the way she had since they were young. Kissing him and pulling away to look in his eyes, Miyeon whispered:

"Cum in me baby, uhhhhhhh please.... Cum inside your naughty little sister's pussy."

Gazing eye to eye they thrust their hips against each other, laying side by side kissing, fucking and needing each other. Jae shook his head yes to assure his little sister he was going to give her what she wanted, to coat her insides with her brother's seed. Miyeon began to gasp; the rhythmic motion of her hips becoming less fluid. Jae picked up the slack, desperately ready to release into his little sister. As Miyeon's orgasm began to wrack her body, Jae held onto her frame and pulled his cock just a millimeter from entirely out of his little sister's pussy before pressing it into her for one last complete, incredible stroke.

Miyeon was nearly howling as she began squirming next to her brother and he began pumping his seed into his sister. She could feel it, warm and oh so amazing as her brother came in her tiny little pussy. Her quim clenched and encouraged him to continue, rope after rope straight into his baby sister's womb. They were both so immersed in the pleasure of each other's bodies that neither cared about the risk of Jae freely filling Miyeon with his semen nor that it was his own sister. They simply loved each other, loved fucking each other and continued to do so as Jae held his sister in his arms as she shuddered and whimpered through a mind-blowing orgasm. Jae pressed ever deeper into his little sister, seeking complete immersion of his staff in his Miyeon's loving tunnel.

They could feel the products of Jae's orgasm working its way through Miyeon's tight pussy and she only enjoyed it the more as her climax echoed through her beautiful body. They were wrapped tightly, legs entangled, hands searching and lips seeking each other's between attempts to regain breath. They remained so for an indiscriminate amount of time before finally both had extracted as much pleasure as was available from the other.

Jae slowly, reluctantly, slid his still semi-erect shaft from inside Miyeon and saw her eyes filled with distress and the afterglow of her orgasm. She pulled him closer when he was finally entirely removed from her, as if their closeness would somehow fill the void left in her empty quim. At least, it was mostly empty but for the thick, white semen peeking between her lips. Miyeon smiled and Jae saw and admired the look on her face as she buried her head in the nape of his neck. Lightly perspiring, freshly fucked and full of her brother's cum she was more beautiful than ever. Jae never wanted to let go. They simply lay there, holding each other and emanating love through their contact. Miyeon spoke first:

"Two times!" She was still obviously worn and breathing heavily from what she'd just been through. "I've never been fucked so well in my life." Miyeon was positively glowing, with a smile that would not soon leave her cute face.

"You were.....are..... so amazing, Miyeon. Thank you for..." Jae struggled with the words, and his little sister giggled into his neck; it tickled him. "For.....everything."

They both had smiles a mile wide when Miyeon spoke once again: "I hope it's not too strange for you finding out how I've been making a little extra money on the side. I've only done one scene and I knew the guy it was with." She had a hint of worry in her voice.

"Strange? Not; you are so gorgeous. I think the whole world would want to have you the way I just did. Though I am going to try and talk you into fucking only me from now on, that was incredible."

"Bad boy!" Miyeon was laughing sweetly then.

"I have something to confess, though," Jae started, "I saw an envelope in the mail before you got home, and I may have opened it. It was a copy of the DVD from the company that you did the scene for...." Jae thought she might be mad and awaited her response.

"Hmmm... very bad boy... you knew all along? Did you, you know, watch it?" She didn't sound angry at all, flattered actually.

"I may have, you know, flipped through the scene a little bit, just to see if it was true. God you were so beautiful! I just got too jealous I think that some other guy was... you know." Jae was sincere in complimenting her, and Miyeon hugged him closer.

"Awww.... Okay well as long as we're being honest...."

Miyeon pulled back a bit, and Jae's eyes searched hers for what she would say.

"So.... I may not have been straight with you when you took pictures earlier." She had half-guilty, half-naughty look on her face that Jae thought looked extraordinarily sexy.

"And....?" He questioned.

"I may have made you do more than they asked for," she revealed as Jae was starting to crack a smile, laughing then and unable even to pretend to be upset, "In fact, I didn't need a guy in the scene at all, I kinda tricked you into fucking me."

Laughing harder, Jae quickly retorted, "I've never lucked out so well after being tricked!"

"I just really wanted to fuck you, I kind of always have, and I have a feeling you might have wanted that at least a little too?" Her eyes were searching his now.

"You've got me there," Jae said back. Miyeon sighed a little in relief after her confession.

They giggled and held each other close, remarkably content and looking forward to the time ahead. Jae was far from being done with his sister and her gorgeous body, and Miyeon intended to fuck her brother as many times as she could from then on. If their first experience was any evidence for the future, they had much fun ahead of them.

[its-just-m]

I wanted to post something and seeing this just got me typing so most of this probably won't be related to the above.

As someone that gave up on sexuality as a whole when they were a teenager.

At the time I didn't have much freedom to look into it and anyone I did approach about the subject, regardless of gender, said no.

Trying to figure it out at ~30, as a virgin, sucks.

Not only virgin, never been in a relationship, never been on a date. After the 3rd or 4th person in a row saying the exact same thing "You? Pft, Never" I stopped trying.

Was never that good socially and I often put sentences together incorrectly. The meaning is mostly correct but sometimes the wrong word means the person never talks to me again. Never felt confident, often felt like I was the enemy. My physical appearance does not help matters, people treated me like I was dangerous and I started to believe them. So I stayed away from people whenever I could.

This went downhill quickly.

Edit: It's my eyes that people have issue with. Had them called "crazy eyes", "somehow dead inside and too aware at the same time", told I "see too much", had an army vet I worked with tell me "I feel like you have an incredible capacity for violence but society has told you your whole life it's wrong so you've locked it away and it's killing you". Like, bruh.

I had a bit of a (mid?) life crisis a while back, quit my job, got some piercings, and decided to try being more social and also some dating apps.

With the dating stuff I was so unprepared for a lot of the questions they asked, I spent a couple weeks looking stuff up and playing around with personality/ sexuality/ gender tests trying to find answers.

The answers I got were ...

Neutral.

Like,

Not straight, but not bi or gay either

Not cis, but not trans

Not binary but not NB/fluid

Not ace but not alo

There's one sexuality and gender test that has a square chart where each corner has either cis or gay or what have you.

Dead fucking center, both nothing and everything.

Edit: "contrary" might be a better word than neutral, possessing conflicting trais rather than none at all?

Even my looks are just average, not short but not tall, not thin but not obesse, I'm told I'm not ugly but apparently I'm not beautiful either, not ripped but no limp noodle, no big tits or "nice cock" to show off, but not so lacking as to be pitiful either.

I put finding answers on pause and tried to just answer all the dating questions as best I could and figured as I met people I would learn more about myself.

All I have learned is the only way I'm gonna get someone to talk to me or spend any time with me is by paying them. And my financial situation isn't impressive either.

I'm not bothered by the lack of success, I expected failure (though I had hoped i was wrong). More that I want to know who/what I am and I can't seem to figure it out because I don't have anything someone else wants and I can't afford to persuade them financially.

Looking at any kind of romance/ sexual media just makes me feel jealous and lonely. I can't put myself in any of the situations but somehow I could see myself on both sides and it doesn't seem likely to fufil the craving that I have.

Often times I will look at a person and not feel anything. Or I will acknowledge they are aesthetically pleasing. Sometimes I will feel something but struggle to decipher if it's lust or jealousy.

The only feeling I think I understand is the craving for intimacy. I struggle to explain it but it like all the things couples do but without the sex part, or maybe that part too but I don't understand it enough to know where it fits in.

I just want to learn things about them, to touch them in places that aren't inherently sexual but also need consent for.

And the same the other way around. I want someone to see that I have worth (other than the old man that runs the liquor store who's always high). I want to be comfortable enough around someone that being touched doesn't make me want to go light myself on fire.

Oof

Got thru all that and only that last one got me teared up.

Anyways, I've come across a couple things with older individuals exploring sexuality but it's usually either "I'm a virgin and I just need a dark-daddy to teach me pleasure" or "haven't had much luck with men and this chick is making me feel some type of way and btw I was so repressed lol" or 40yr old virgin type a story. Or yoai.

Mostly not helpful.

Idk, I think I've run out of words for the moment.

Edit: I want to add that I in no way feel entitled to the attention of others or that it's their fault for not wanting to be around me, more that I'm never going to be good enough anyways so why try. But then like, sometimes trying out of spite too.

Don't hesitate to ignore!

-M

characters in their 30's and older exploring their sexuality and discovering themselves beyond their teens and twenties is so important and beautiful and worth telling

[klausysworld]

I absolutely NEED a one shot where klaus like always gets a hard 0n when Yn around or he thinks of her

His family teases him and Yn doesn’t have clue about his crush on her

Helpless

Klaus couldn't help the way his body reacted to her. It wasn't his fault that she was always so perfect.

In fact, Klaus blamed Rebekah.

She had been the one to befriend Y/N, they met at Mystical Falls High School when Rebekah tried out for the cheerleaders. Caroline had been salty about it but Y/N was happy to invite new people in.

Rebekah took a liking to her in an instant and ended up inviting her round.

That's how Klaus met her. Finding an unknown girl stood in his kitchen in only a tiny little skort and what could barely be called a top. Y/N only smiled at him and introduced herself as Rebekah's friend.

The idea of his younger sister making a friend so easily would have amused him but his thoughts had quickly ran away from him as he took her in. His viewing was cut short when Rebekah shoved him out the way.

"Sorry Y/N, that's Nik." She mumbled as she opened the cupboard to look for something for Y/N to eat. "Damn. We'll have to order something, come on." She shrugged and grabbed Y/N's hand, pulling her back upstairs.

Y/N was over often and Klaus had become accustomed to seeing her in her cheer outfit but that didn't mean he didn't feel anything.

Rebekah had only noticed it when she saw him pull a pillow over his lap part way through a movie. She knew that Klaus had a little crush on Y/N, that wasn't hard to realise with how often he looked at her and how easily his lips upturned in her presence but realising the extent made her smirk.

Rebekah would start 'lending' clothes to Y/N the day after a sleepover, having her dress in tight little shorts and tube tops. Convincing her that she didn't need to wear a bra round the house.

Klaus was almost drooling.

His fingers dug into the couch when she sat beside him after Rebekah had spread herself out across the other sofa. Klaus was too focused on not staring at Y/N's nipples to notice Rebekah's obvious game play.

When it had gotten late and Y/N started getting tired but the film wasn't finished Rebekah decided to push it. "You can always lay down. Nik doesn't mind, he even has a pillow. Just rest on his lap." Her words sounded to passive and innocent that Y/N just glanced to Klaus who, no matter how badly he knew he should've said no, nodded his head and adjusted the pillow.

Before he knew it his fingers were stroking her hair, his hips desperately holding back when she made small sounds on contempt.

Once she was asleep he couldn't help but touch her face, trace each feature. Bekah had gone to the bathroom, leaving him alone with her and his thoughts. He couldn't help but stroke her bottom lip with his thumb. As soon as he heard the door shut his hands were pulled away and he was sat back against the cushions but Rebekah knew what he wanted.

She started having lollipops on hand, always having one to give to Y/N. Klaus was losing it.

Once or twice she'd forgotten to finish her lolly, leaving it somewhere by accident. Klaus would end up licking her taste fresh from it, his eyes closing as he sucked her flavour down.

He could just about restrain himself from acting on his feelings.

Until all his other siblings were woken and also caught onto the situation. Kol would shamelessly flirt with Y/N, purposefully trying to make Klaus flip out. Even Elijah had picked up on it. He'd clear his throat and glance Klaus down, reminding his brother to cover his arousal with an amused smile on his face when Niklaus would go a beat red and pull a pillow over himself again. Kol had started calling it his 'problem pillow'.

Rebekah was subtle but Kol? Brutal.

"Don't tell me Nik's cum on his pillow again!" He'd call loud enough that it made Klaus shoot up out of his seat in panic that Y/N had heard but not quite loud enough that it would travel up the stairs to where Y/N actually was.

"Someone's in a sticky situation-" He'd jest before a book was lobbed at his head.

"You know Y/N if you're feeling stressed, I'm positive Nik would pound it out of you." He'd grin but Y/N didn't get it; thank god.

Klaus would shove Kol out the room, out the house sometimes and storm up the stairs.

Was it embarrassing? Of course. Was it hilarious for the others? Obviously.

Once Y/N figured it out and joined in on the teasing it was too much to bare.

[riddlesbunny]

Rumors

summary: Mattheo and Theo put an end to the rumors they might be attracted to each other one drunken night, but not in the way you’d expect.

pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader x Theo Nott

word count: 1k

warnings: Explicit smut, Poly!Slytherins, oral (m & f receiving), MLM!!!, p in v sex, creampie, cum eating, squirting, 18+ MDNI

note: for my sweet angel @nemesyaaa <3

There was no denying that Slytherins loved to gossip– you had even found yourself engaged in a rumor or two. However, when it came to your boyfriend having the hots for his best friend, you were taken by complete surprise. You had even yelled at Millicent for implying such a thing. They didn't like each other like that, they couldn't... could they?

At first, you dismissed it. They were best friends, always together, always in sync. But then you started noticing things. The way Theo’s gaze lingered a little too long when Mattheo wasn’t looking. How Mattheo’s smirk softened whenever Theo was near. The fleeting touches, the stolen glances.

And then came that night.

It started as a joke. A drunk night in the Slytherin common room. The rest of the gang were out at Hogsmeade, but the three of you stayed back. You were sprawled out on the couch, Theo sitting beside you, Mattheo lounging across from you both, his usual cocky grin in place.

Someone—maybe it was you, maybe it was Mattheo, you can't remember —threw the idea into the air like a careless spark.

“What if all three of us… you know?”

The air shifted instantly. Theo went still. Mattheo’s smirk deepened, but his eyes—oh, his eyes—held something different. Something darker. Something real.

You expected laughter, maybe teasing. But instead, there was silence. A charged, heavy silence that made your stomach tighten. Then Mattheo leaned forward, elbows on his knees, eyes locked onto yours.

“Would that be a problem for you?” he asked, his voice lower than usual, almost testing.

Theo exhaled slowly, dragging a hand through his hair. His jaw was tight, his throat bobbing with something unsaid.

And that’s when it clicked. The rumors weren’t just rumors.

You looked between them—Theo, who suddenly wouldn’t meet your eyes, and Mattheo, whose smirk was still there but softer now, like he was waiting for your confirmation.

You had no idea what you’d just stepped into. But you were about to find out.

Now you’re on your knees infront of Theo, nothing new, except now you’re accompanied by his best friend. 

Matty takes the lead, his warm hand wrapping around Theo’s cock. He looks at you, a wicked grin on his lips. “I know how much you like to suck him off,” he states before gesturing towards Theo. That bastard must have been talking about you. Oh well, it didn't matter now.

You lick your lips as you lean forward, sliding your tongue along the tip of Theo’s cock as Mattheo continues stroking him. You wrap your lips around his tip, tasting a bead of precum that forms at the head. Matty guides your movements gently, slowly fucking your mouth with his Theo's cock. Your throat relaxes as Matty controls his pace, salvia pooling out of your mouth, dripping down your chin.

Theo’s eyes flutter shutas a loud groan erupts from his chest, pushing himself further down your throar, causing you to gag. Matty leans into you, whispering, “do you want me to take over?” 

Your heart races and wetness pools at your core as his words register. Nodding, you pull back, leaving Theo slick with your spit. 

Matty smirks at you, “such a good girl,” before taking Theo’s cock deep into his own mouth. His cheeks hollow out as he begins to suck hard, earning a ragged moan from your boyfriend. 

Theo is whimpering as Matty bobs his head, his curls bouncing up and down., you use your free hand to tug at Theo's balls.

Without any warning to Theo, Matty pulls away; a string of saliva connecting the two of them.

"I want to watch you fuck her" Matty tells Theo and you smile at him, wiping the corner of your mouth with your thumb as you sit back on your heels.

 "I guess we should give our boy what he wants,” you purr and Theo helps you to your feet, his gaze filled with lust. He takes charge, guiding you toward his bed with Matty close behind. With a gentle push, Theo lays you down, your body sinking into the soft mattres before hiking your skirt up and ripping your panties off.

"Spread those pretty legs for us," Mattheo commands, his voice hoarse with desire. Theo grips your ankles, pulling your thighs apart until you're fully exposed to them both.

Theo leans between your open thighs, pressing his throbbing cock against your slit. 

"So wet already, you like watching him suck me off, huh? Such a dirty girl," he groans, grinding against you, your arousal coating his shaft.

Theo guides his hardness along your entrance, teasing you with a few slow strokes. Then, with one fluid motion, he plunges into you, making you gasp as your body stretches to accommodate him.

Mattheo stands next to you in the bed, pumping his cock in his hand vigorously. Your gaze shifts towards Matty,, his grip tight and fast as he tugs himself. Theo slams into you hard, pushing you further onto the bed.

“Good boy," Matty moans and your eyes widen, “fuck her just like that.”

Mattheo's breathing hitches as he watches Theo slide in and out of you. The wet sounds of his skin slapping against yours fills the room, punctuated by your occasional whimpers of pleasure.

Theo's thrusts become more urgent, driven by an intense need to fill you completely. "Your pussy feels amazing wrapped around my cock," he groans, his pace quickening.

As Theo pounds into you, Matty leans down and claims your lips with his own. Your mouths mash together, teeth clashing briefly as you moan into each one another.

"Fuck, I'm about to cum,”  Theo grunts.

"Cum inside her," Mattheo groans.

As if the sound of Mattheo's voice turns him on, Theo lets out a final guttural groan as he spills into you, his pulsating cock shooting load after load deep inside your pussy.

As hefinishes, his cock twitching within you, Mattheo wastes no time to push him out of the way. Kneeling before you, he hooks your leg over his shoulder, revealing the hot, sticky mess between your thighs.  He dives in, his tongue lapping eagerly at your slippery folds, collecting the combination of your juices and his best friend's seed.

Mattheo's tongue flicks wildly, painting your inflamed clit with Theo's hot cum as he hungrily devours the remnants of your release.

As Mattheo feasts on your swollen pussy, you feel another orgasm coiling inside you.

Your fingers tangle in his hair, gripping it tightly as he licks you. Your hips buck uncontrollably as Mattheo sucks at your clit, his expert tongue sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You cry out, "Oh god, don't stop!"

The coil within you snaps and Mattheo pauses mid-lick, his eyes widening as he feels the sudden flood between your legs. The force of your orgasm sends warm liquid spurting across his cheek, wetting his face and filling his mouth.

Theo chuckles in awe, you watch him carefully as he gets himself dressed.

“See what a good girl she is?” He asks Mattheo— who is speechless, wiping your cum from his chin. 

[monstersholygrail]

Yandere Alien has seen you at clubs all around the city. The way you dance like nobody is watching, and to your credit most aren’t. But he is. He’s always watching. He can’t seem to look away from you, in truth.

Leaving him to hide in the shadows waiting to see which club you and your friends will hit up next. Forcing him to hack into your accounts with his advanced technology and read all your messages for future plans. But no matter what he just can’t find it in himself to go up and finally claim you as his mate.

He’s drawn to you, that’s for certain. His eyes always stuck on the way your plush frame moves, giving him no choice but to drool over you. You have to know he’s watching. You must be doing this for him, your dance moves far to perfectly match his planet’s mating rituals.

The next time he sees you at the club, he decides that he’s gotta act and he has to do it now. He sees you just as the song changes. And then you’re doing that dance that reminds him exactly of home and he feels his cocks twitching in his pants. His eggs building up inside of him from the sight of you alone.

Fuck, he can’t do this. Not sober. So he heads to the bar and downs who knows how many shots. He honestly lost count. He drinks until the world spins. For a moment it’s almost as though he’s back in space. That’s when he finally gathers the courage to go to you. He stumbles his way over, careful not to crash into you. He’s been dreaming about this for so long, he can’t mess it up now.

He joins you in the mating dance just as he’s always wanted to. A long sigh of relief leaves him as he does. Like some part of his DNA has finally clicked into place. Fulfilling his kinds purpose of finding a mate. His heart soars once you notice him and instead of rejecting his joining, you dance back into him.

Grinding your deliciously plump ass against his cocks. A low groan leaves him as his hands settle on your wide hips. He lets you feel exactly what he’s working with, showing off and moving to the next stage of the mating ritual.

By now you have to know what you’re doing. There’s no denying the way you’re making him feel. He’s being so obvious about it. The way he claws at you, desperately pulling you closer, aching to be inside of you already. The way he wards off other potential mates, snarling at them over the music till they understand you’re taken. And the way his scent perfumes the air, attempting to mix with yours to prepare your body for his eggs.

You respond to it all so perfectly just like he knew you would. Each time you rock back into his hips and lean into his embrace he’s more and more certain you’re meant to be he. So he really isn’t all that surprised when you invite him back to your place. It’s all going according to his people’s rituals.

The rest of the night was a euphoric daze. A blur of limbs tangled together till he didn’t know where he ended and you began. Hips snapping together furiously in total sync in a way no one had ever felt before. It was the best fuck of his very long life and he knew no one else would ever be better than you. You were his mate after all.

And the deal was sealed as you both finish together, his eggs spilling deep inside of you where you’re most warm. They’ll be safe there until they’re ready to hatch, till you can all be a family.

Now he simply keep you safe, make sure you accept his eggs and the future as his mate that awaits you.

[sylus-doll]

Synopsis: Sometimes, when spending time with him, you feel like he owes you something. You decide to tell him about it one day.

Warnings: References to Sylus's Myth.

Author's note: Was gonna post this earlier but I got sick and my period hit me real bad LOL. Comments and reblogs are appreciated, enjoy! <3

You loved spending time with Sylus. It's the most fun you'll have, no matter how ridiculous your ideas may be. He always finds a way to make it work. With him, the word “limits” has erased itself from your dictionary. Instead, you ask yourself just how far Sylus is willing to go for your sake. But the answer is simple, really. His resources and time seem to be unending when you are the focal point of the picture. Ask for the moon, and he will bring back the stars along with it.

Even if the two of you aren't going out, choosing to stay in and bask in each other's company. These domestically intimate moments are just as— if not more— precious. Just like now. You've dragged Sylus into his bathroom, an assortment of skincare products you wanted to try already sitting on the sink countertop. Grabbing a tub of facial mask, you twist open the lid, scooping some of it with two fingers.

“Bend down. And close your eyes.” Your words come out more demanding than you wanted it to.

“My... So bossy, sweetie. No magic words to sweeten the deal?” But Sylus doesn't even try to act like he's reluctant to do so.

Spreading the clay mask on his face, you take the time to admire his features. Tracing your fingers along his strong eyebrows, down the bump of his nose, over his prominent cupid's bow lips. For someone not blessed by the gods, he sure looks like one. Sylus is the kind of beauty that makes artists weep. One that you cannot capture within a still painting, a muse no one has the skill to recreate. So devastatingly beautiful, it aches.

“Are you applying a mask, or sculpting my face, kitten?” The deep timber of Sylus's voice breaks you out of your trance.

Looking away, you place a finger on his lips.

“Shush. It's a clay mask, you'll crack it.”

He hates when you do that. Looking away from him, avoiding his eyes— pulling away from him. Sylus doesn't understand where he went wrong. You were perfectly fine up until recently. The growing distance of your bond claws at him. Did he do something? He wants to know, needs you to tell him how he can mend whatever damage he made. He could not live shunned in your silence or knowing he hurt you in some way.

How tempting it is to give in. To want to surrender and melt in your lover's embrace. Yet still, you look away. It's something you have felt since the two of you first met, back when Sylus still gazed at you with disdain. You never understood it. Why you were consumed by the need to devour him. Something that, for some inexplicable reason, you knew bone-deep that this desire is something only he can fulfill.

Two fingers; pointer and thumb, take your chin. Sylus tilts your face toward him. An emotion you could not decipher simmering in his brilliant, scarlet eyes. His brows furrow, lips opening and closing again. He wants to ask you— the questions on the tip of his tongue ready to spill out. But he doesn't know if that will scare you away more. So he hesitates, wondering if understanding your recent behaviour is out of his reach.

“...Sy? Can I tell you something?” You ask, a little unsure. You aren't stupid, the tension is clear. You know he wants answers. And you won't let him live in doubt of your relationship.

Sylus's eyes widen a fraction. Only for a split second before masking with his usual suaveness. You want to talk, that's good.

“Of course, sweetie. What is it?”

Reaching out, you cradle the right side of his face, thumb just below his right eye. You don't miss the way he shudders, gaze following your touch. His lips tremble when you begin to stroke your thumb on his cheek. Such a sensitive man, always so attuned to your touch. Like your warmth is a hearth, like your hands are a shelter from the cold. One of his hands cup your own, making you linger on his face.

“Lately... When I look at your right eye, it feels like I want it. It's scary. I don't want to hurt you. But something in me gnaws desperately to take from you like it belongs to me.” There. The full, honest truth.

Sylus is stunned. He expected anything else. A problem with him, something to change— about himself or otherwise. Perhaps even you wanting to leave him. But no. Sweet, lovely you. What you were so worried about is a centuries-old desire of yours. A desire for him that you couldn't understand. Albeit, you don't know that, yet it still brings him relief. It seems you are the same soul he fell in love with ages ago, even if you will never remember it.

He leans closer, palms now cradling your face. “Have I not taught you to be greedy with me? If you simply wanted more of me, just say that.”

Although Sylus yearns to tell you what this truly means, he understands that you wouldn't believe him. And that's okay. He will wait however long he needs to until you come to terms with yourself or remember your past. Rest assured that you will never be alone in your journey. Sylus will help you clear the path, guide you along the way even if it may be deceitful of him. He just wants his beloved to come back home.

“Don't you understand that all I am is yours? There is nothing you could do to hurt me if I allowed it in the first place. Take whatever you want from me— take me. I am nothing if not yours to love, entirely, my beloved.”

[cerisereids]

𝗜’𝗹𝗹 𝗕𝗲 𝗪𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝗼𝘂 (𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆 𝗕𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗵 𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗧𝗮𝗸𝗲)- 𝗦.𝗥.

Pairing- Spencer Reid x Fem!BAU!Reader

W/C- 6.5k (crazy shit)

Summary- You and Spencer have never gotten along. Yet, you can’t seem to ever take your eyes off each other.

Contains- 18+ MDNI, not super smutty but there is a sex scene (not super detailed) canon typical violence, enemies to lovers, Spencer losing all brain cells over a pretty girl, bitchy!Spencer, reader and Spencer are held captive by unsub, dramatic love confessions, kissing, some icky misogyny directed at reader from unsub but it's quite brief, guns, unsub death, honestly this reads a lot like a regular cm episode but with Spencer being down bad, this low-key turned into smut when I didn't plan on it but c'est la vie

A/N: I can’t find the OP of the divider but it is not mine!! This is a little proofread but not a lot of proofread, I am also thinking about making a part 2 w some actual smutty smut so lmk if you guys like this!

An itch of irritation crawls up your spine, a deep ache settling in your skull as you sit in the BAU conference room. You massage your temples as a rapid, grating voice nestles its way into your ears.

“The fact that this unsub feels comfortable targeted a densely populated area such as D.C. tells us he’s either impulsive or incredibly bold,” he remarks, arms crossed, a pensive look on his face as he studies the map in front of him.

Despite your annoyance, you keep your eyes trained on the profiler as he rattles on. Your eyes narrow just slightly, You’re seated directly across the table from him, and you watch the way he gets lost in the information, almost like it’s in control of him as he frantically circles different locations on the map. Spencer Reid speaks with his entire body, he always has, ever since you started at the BAU one year prior.

“Maybe it’s a comfort zone,” he stands back, leaning his weight on one leg. Your eyes drift down his lanky frame for the briefest moment, lingering on his popped hip. They furiously snap back up to his face once he starts speaking again, cheeks heating up.

“The lines of longitude and latitude at each murder sight are equivalent to the central area of the city,” he mumbles.

“Okay, so we need to know what’s there. Something clearly happened to our unsub that has made him choose these locations,” you cross your arms over your chest, “you really think our unsub measured all of the crime scenes on a map? That shows an incredible amount of organization that I don’t think he has.”

Your tone is a bit defensive, skeptical of his work. To you, profiling is a subjective art. Your best profiling comes from understanding emotions, trauma. Spencer works completely different.

While you do have to recognize his intelligence, the strict logic in which he operates in this job is not something you entirely agree with. He spouts rapid fire facts nearly robotically, like he’s reading straight from a textbook. It drives you batty.

You’re not typically someone who’s thrown off by a different approach. Normally, you accept and encourage a fresh set of eyes while you work. If it wasn’t for what Spencer said your first week…

Plus, you had an early acceptance to Harvard before you decided to go to the academy. His intelligence doesn’t impress you that much.

“Yes, as a matter of fact I do. He’s very clearly organized, it fits the profile,” he states, his irritated gaze pointed directly at you.

You stare back brazenly, in a silent competition with the man across from you.

“I’m really just unsure how that helps us right now when central D.C. is so big. How are we going to narrow down his tie to the city?” His eyes narrow to slits at your question.

“She’s got a point,” Hotch succinctly breaks through the tension, and you’re reminded that you’re in a room with the entire team. “Give the information you have to Garcia, have her narrow it down. Afterwards, I want you and Prentiss on victimology in the bullpen,” he says.

You puff your chest slightly, sliding out from your chair to get closer to the evidence board. You feel his eyes burning a hole into your back before he huffs an irritated sigh, exiting the conference room with a harsh slam of the door. You keep your gaze on him through the window as he walks to Penelope’s.

Spencer grumbles under his breath the whole way down to Penelope. Head down, brows furrowed, he barges in there with the map. Without so much as a hello, he posts it on her wall.

“Well, hello to you too, Doctor!” She chastises him as he keeps his gaze on the map, like she’s not even there.

He knows it’s mean, that she deserves more respect than that, his brain is just unable to process anything other than her. She makes him want to explode.

“Sorry,” he grumbles, continuing his previous work on the map.

“Spence, you gotta stop letting her get under your skin like that,” he hears the pity in her voice, which only makes his blood boil hotter.

“Nobody’s under my skin, I’m trying to solve the case,” he’s speaking too quickly, like that’s even possible for him.

“Yeah, okay,” she mumbles sarcastically. She begins picking up what he’s doing on the map, entering coordinates in her computer as he works.

“She just-” his pen clatters to her desk, a knowing smile growing on Penelope’s face as she types. He ignores it. “She has to question everything I do! If she doesn’t trust me, why are we on the same team together. You know?” He huffs a heavy breath.

Penelope turns to him, “Spencer, she trusts you. Hotch wouldn’t have either of you on the team if she didn’t. Just because she has a different approach doesn’t mean she’s undermining you.”

He rolls his eyes, he knows she’s just trying to help. The irritation crawling under his sweater, seeping into his skin, is suffocating. He tugs on his collar so he can breathe.

“Then why does everything she say feel like an attack?” He asks, scratching the back of his head.

“Have you ever thought that maybe you want to impress her?” Penelope asks, and it knocks the wind out of him. “I mean, she’s like, the only person in the world who isn’t totally blown away by your incredible mind. Probably because she’s so smart herself,” she remarks under her breath. He rolls his eyes at that. “Regardless, you want her to agree with you, right? You might just want to impress her.”

Spencer’s face heats up as she raises her brow at him. His gaze immediately drops to his shoes, fidgeting awkwardly before turning back to his map.

“We need to get back to work,” he mutters.

-

To Spencer’s dismay, she stands in his exact line of sight as he’s with Emily, working on victimology. He stands at her desk, and he really should be listening to what Emily is saying. Instead, he has a laser focus on her.

She’s leaning over the conference room table, her back to the window. There’s a slight arch in her back as she pops her hip out. The silky fabric of her black pencil skirt clings to her and Spencer almost forgets why he’s so mad at her all the time.

Emily follows his line of sight and he rolls his eyes, as if she’s the one being ridiculous. The deepest parts of him know it’s not fair, but he’s never done well with his feelings on display. He feels vulnerable, like a raw nerve.

He feels exposed at the low chuckle escaping Emily’s lips. His gaze shoots towards the case file, now in an iron grip in his hands, clearing the awkwardness that has crept up his throat.

“I’m not sure who either of you think you’re fooling,” she nonchalantly mumbles under her breath, viewing her own copy of the case file.

“I’m sorry?” He snaps, his eyes squeezing shut in a long blink, as if he’s trying to unsee her.

“Y’know, if you just talked to her, really got to the bottom of your disagreements, maybe you’d see that you two are a lot more alike than you think,” she raises her brow at him, and it feels as if his heart’s been slashed open, bleeding on display for everyone to see. He always feels this way when someone shines a light on his vulnerability, his natural instinct to run from it. If it’s not there, then he can’t get hurt.

“I’m just trying to catch a killer,” he squeaks, his high pitched voice giving him away almost immediately. Emily playfully rolls her eyes and chuckles once more. His heart rate picks up, cheeks heating to an alarming degree.

The door of the conference opens, then. As if the universe is playing a cruel, practical joke on him, the click of her heels get closer and closer, until her perfume has invaded his senses.

“So, we figured out that our unsub was recently released from a mental institution in the greater D.C. area. Garcia is working on which one, but is there anything in the victimology that points toward abandonment issues? Particularly from a motherly figure?” She rattles off, the sound of her voice like a knife to the chest. It’s sharp, infiltrating every piece of him, stripping him of his defenses even further.

He stares at her, unabashedly. His eyes trail from her pink button up, sleekly tucked into that godforsaken skirt. He studies her as if it’s the first time he’s seen her, memorizing the ways her curves ebb and flow around the fabric.

His heart picks up when she looks back, but he doesn’t look away. Their eye contact is tense, as always. There’s a fire in her eyes that’s always there when they’re in the middle of a case. Her passion burns through, heating him all over.

“I think our unsub is too organized for him to be abandoned,” he replies, “typically when we see people traumatized by abandonment are reckless, but he’s taken the time to clean up after himself, even starting the dishwasher and laundry machine in his victims’ homes.”

“You still think he’s organized?” she asks right back, not missing a beat.

“He loaded the dishwasher and the laundry machine, that’s not organized to you?” His skin crawls as he answers, the usual thrill of her challenge thrumming through him.

“But if you look at these pictures…” she trails, grabbing crime scene photos of the laundry and open dishwasher from her file, “this is not the doing of an organized person. The plates are mixed with cups, there’s bowls where the silverware would be. It’s very evident he just shoved everything in there. Same thing with the laundry, we have socks with jeans. It doesn’t make sense.”

“Maybe it’s a mix of both,” Emily suggests, “a sort of compensating? He was abandoned by his mother so now he’s completing what could be seen as motherly duties.”

“I could definitely see that,” the voice to his right mutters, and he watches as she chews the tip of her pen in concentration.

“We don’t normally see that in male serial killers…” he trails off, trying his best to appear nonchalant as he flips through the case file. The one he’s already memorized front to back.

“There’s a first time for everything,” she says, the slight uptick in her tone barely there, but he catches it. He always does, a telltale sign that he’s gotten under her skin. He seems to live there these days.

He takes her in again, the glint of irritation in her eyes. A hand on her hip, the other resting on a chair near Emily’s desk. Her stance is closed off, shutting him out. Even still, he sees the way her eyes drift toward his direction. Her gaze is facing the floor, but he can tell his shoes are in her line of sight, and a strange surge of pride rushes through his chest. He can’t repress the need for her to notice him, in any capacity.

You feel his eyes the second they hit you. It’s like a sixth sense, knowing exactly when he finds you. It’s become natural, almost instinctual, for his eyes to be on you. You’re no better, though, mirroring him as you watch each other.

He’s thin, sinking into his button up, a pair of slacks hanging low on his hips. You catch the way it pulls taut where it meets his belted waist, the slightest bit of skin peeking through at his hip.

Your heart races at the sight, even more so when your eyes snap back up to his, and you know he caught you. Your body heats all over, every bit of you on fire as his gaze pierces you. The heat spreads internally, acid bubbling in your stomach. It feels as if he sees right through you, looking into the deepest parts.

You shake your head, shedding the feeling of him like a snake. “What have you guys found?” You ask, doing your best to focus on the victimology.

“We think he’s finding these women from their social media accounts. He’s targeting women who post emotionally. The last few posts from each victim were about some hardship or another. Maybe there was a woman in his life who made her emotions his burden,” Emily suggests, and you cut your gaze to her, shaking Spencer out of your system.

Then, you hear it. It’s small. Under his breath. It infuriates you.

“Wonder what that’s like.”

Something inside you snaps, like a rubber band that’s been pulled too tight. It ricochets off your heart, piercing your stomach until you lose control over your response.

“I’m sorry, what is your problem?” It takes all the energy you have left to not absolutely screech. Your snappy tone still calls the attention of the people around you. You feel eyes on the two of you as you pierce him with a cruel gaze. You no longer have the capacity to care.

“My problem?” He retorts, knowing full well what she is talking about.

“You have been at odds with me this entire case. Actually, since I joined the bureau,” You scoff, your insides boiling over. All the frustration of bickering with Spencer for the past three years has finally come to a head. “If you don’t trust me if you don’t like what I have to say, then you need to be a man and do something about it,” the words drip off your tongue like acid.

“Like what?” He bites back, squaring his shoulders toward you, “take it to Hotch? You and I both know where that would get us. Why is it just on me? Because you’re never wrong, right? Our BAU princess is always correct-”

“Enough.”

Hotch’s stern tone cuts through the sarcasm falling from Spencer, and the two of you straighten up in record time.

“The rest of the team is going into the field to finish this case. You two are on paperwork duty until we get back. That’s an order,” he turns to collect the rest of the team, you and Spencer mirroring each other’s shock as you watch them go.

You deflate. The smack of your file hitting Emily’s desk is the only audible sound as you grab a box, hauling it to the conference room. Spencer follows suit, and the two of you begin to work in tense, angry silence.

You study him as he works, long, deft fingers moving in a rapid speed that nearly hypnotizes you. You catch his brown eyes, softer now, still focused as they flit through the endless pile of papers. You massage your heart, as if it’d ease the ever growing ache there.

“Do you remember this case?” Spencer asks softly, and you can’t recall a time he’s spoken to you in such a tone. It makes your heart flutter in a way that scares you, the giddiness warming your skin. You roll your shoulders, hoping it’d release the tension built up in your neck.

You lean a bit towards Spencer, glancing at the file that reads, ‘Plymouth Family.’ You can’t help the smile that spreads your lips, your cheeks bunching up around your eyes.

“Family of four, two girls, all kidnapped, all recovered safely,” you recite softly. You touch the pictures of the young girls, your eyes glassing over. “Four and six…” you whisper shakily, “they were just babies.”

You remember the way they clung to you when you found them in the shed they were kept in. They were dirty, smelly, and shaking. Their arms and legs were wrapped tight around you as you carried them to the medic. You sat with them the whole time the team looked for their parents. You were there when they woke up in the hospital.

“You were amazing on this case,” Spencer says. You feel the warm skin of his arm against yours, and you realize how close you’ve gotten. “You were empathetic, smart…” he trails off, eyes lifting to your face.

Your eyes dart up to meet his. “Thank you,” you mutter softly, your eyes scanning the length of his face.

“You’re welcome,” he replies in the same tone.

“Spencer,” you start, and he knows what you’re going to say before you go any further. His breath hitches, and you continue anyway.

“How did we get here?” You ask, shaking your head incredulously, “We’re two of the smartest minds on the team and we’re stuck here on paperwork duty.”

“I would argue it’s our inability to work together without high levels of conflict,” he responds, sarcasm lacing his tone.

“Yeah, well, you made that bed, now we both have to lie in it, I guess,” you mutter under your breath.

“I’m sorry, how is that so?” He asks.

“Are you serious?” You respond, your blood starting to race through your veins. His brows raise, prompting you to continue. “Do you not remember one of our first conversations after I joined the bureau?”

His brows furrow in confusion. You keep going.

“We were in St. Louis. We were working on the case with that Jack the Ripper copycat. I was so focused on analyzing the unsub’s background, digging into everything I could. You told me that if I value emotion over logic I’m going to get tunnel vision. That I wouldn’t last long if I let myself stray from the facts.” The words still sting, all these years later. You avoid looking at him, turning your back to him so he can’t look at you either.

“We’ve been like this for three years because I told you that you value emotion over logic? I thought that was a known fact,” he states plainly, as he always does when he thinks something is obvious.

“We’ve been like this for three years because you were someone I looked up to. When I was scouted for the unit by Gideon, a big reason why I agreed to join was because I’d get to work with you. The great Dr. Spencer Reid. I read about you, when I was at Harvard. I was amazed. A little jealous, too, but amazed all the same. When you said that, it-it was belittling. Like you didn’t believe in my ability to do the job. I spent everyday since trying to prove you wrong,” you rattle off in one long breath.

Spencer is still as a statue, watching you intently. His eyes are blown wide, his mouth slightly parted.

“I’m sorry,” he mutters lowly. “I’ve always used logic. It’s gotten me where I am. You came in here with a completely different approach, and it worked. Really well. It threw me off, it intimidated me…” he trails off, his cheeks tinting red as his chin drops to his chest.

“Intimidated? By me?” You saunter closer to him, a wicked grin on your face. You plop down on the chair across from him, knees barely knocking.

Spencer’s heart beats faster as she leans closer to him, her knees now slotted between his. The contact makes him dizzy.

The beep of his cell phone jolts him away from her. Spencer fumbles with his phone for a minute, before opening it with a shaky, “Yes, Penelope?”

You can hear her screech over the phone. “You and Miss BAU Princess need to turn on the news. Now.”

His cheeks heat at the nickname. He chokes on his own breath, exhaling sharply before grabbing the remote to the big screen in the conference room.

What he sees makes his stomach drop.

Multiple black SUVs, driving at top speed on the tail of a dirty, beat up grey sedan.

At first, in the pent up anticipation of the moment, he hardly registered her grabbing his hand. Once he did, the feeling of her branded his skin. A white hot sensation that spreads to the tips of his toes all the way to the top of his head. He wraps his fingers around hers and squeezes.

He takes a glance at her, and he wishes he hadn’t. His heart aches at the look of sheer panic on her face. Her furrowed brows, glassy eyes, and parted lips squeeze at his heart from all sides. He pulls her into him, allowing her to take refuge in his chest.

It’s not long after that he hears it, the hairs on the back of his neck standing up. It’s the creak of the door. The click of a loaded gun. She must feel his rigidity, because she lifts her head up to look him in the eye.

“What?” She questions, lifting her head from his chest. She feels it too, he can tell. The lingering sense that something’s not right.

“Someone’s here,” he mutters, “stay here,” he moves to arm himself. It’s muscle memory at this point, his body moving of his own accord.

He feels the scoff she emanates deep within him. A small smile forces its way on his lips at the sound.

“Yeah right,” she replies. He feels her behind him, her own gun peeking through his peripheral.

He’s flooded with adrenaline, his blood thrumming in his veins. He moves slowly, tactical steps as he opens the conference room door. He’s met with a sharp pain cracking down on his head, rendering him unconscious.

Your hands are bound behind your back, legs tied together. Your wrists and ankles chafe raw at your resistance. You bite down on the tape plastered over your mouth, desperate to claw your way out. Your heart races, adrenaline pumping through your veins as you try and maneuver through the conference room without being seen.

After Spencer was knocked unconscious, he was dragged out of the conference room. You’re not sure where he is, and the thought renders you dizzy. You attempt to peek out of the window, the bullpen now completely cleared, save for the agents that were caught in the crossfire.

You flinch at the sound of loud, hard footsteps nearing the door. Scrambling back into place, you avoid eye contact as the strange man drags an unconscious Spencer toward you. He props him up next to you, his chin hitting his chest.

Your eyes glass over as you take in the bruise coloring his right eye a deep blue. The split on his pouting, bloody lip is crusting over.

A pair of cold fingers dip under your chin, forcing your head up to look this man in the eye. His hard stare burns into you, but before he can do anything, his phone begins ringing.

“Saved by the bell…” a gruff voice spits out, letting go of your face with a shove.

Your eyes squeeze shut, bracing for contact on the wall behind you. The blow stings for a moment, but you’re able to shake it off when Spencer starts to stir next to you. Your breath hitches as he grumbles, his eyes barely opening.

“Spencer,” you whisper, “what is going on?”

“It looks like a team,” he considers, maneuvering his body to sit up further.

"Where were you?" you hissed back, worry lacing every feature of your face.

"Hotch's office," he grumbles, "I kept...I kept drifting in and out of consciousness. But I spoke to him. He's fixated on the two of us, but he wanted a lot of information about you."

He adjusts, cracking his neck from where it rests against the wall. "Hotch is going to have to hire carpet cleaners when they get back," sarcasm laces his tone, and you can't help but roll your eyes.

"You just got beat within an inch of your life, and you're making jokes?" you scoff affectionately.

"How could you tell?" his voice shifts then, seriousness lacing his tone suddenly.

"How could I tell that you got hit?" you repeat, eyes scanning over his face and body. "You're bruised in multiple spots, a bloody lip, a black eye forming..."

"You're always looking at me. You think I've never noticed?" he mutters, and it steals the breath from your lungs.

"You're always looking at me!" you hiss, no choice but to deflect.

"I know."

It's the last thing that's said before the door opens again. You sit straight up, your back pressed against the wall as the man shuffles in. You immediately clock the gun in his hand, pointed directly at Spencer.

He stalks over to you, gun still pointed in Spencer's direction. His dry, cracked finger hooks under your chin, pulling your head up to face his.

"Do you want to know what he told me in there?" his head jerks back, gesturing towards Hotch's office. He stands up, moving towards Spencer again. "Wanna know what your pathetic, disgusting, deplorable coworker told me when you weren't here?" Each insult is matched with swift kicks to Spencer's stomach and chest. He groans, rolling on his back now as he tries not to succumb to the pain.

Your eyes don't leave him. You're not sure you could pull your gaze away if you tried. You don't have much of a choice, though, as the man yanks your head back to look at him.

"He told me..." the gun comes up under your chin now, holding your head in place once again, "that he has a little crush on you. Isn't that just pitiful?" he laughs sarcastically, shaking his head.

You study the man, recalling all the knowledge you gained about him over the course of this case. He's insecure, probably impotent. He hunts women because he could never get them any other way.

"Guys like us..." he yanks Spencer to sit up by his collar, "we don't get girls like that." He's nearly spitting in Spencer's face, and you know he's slowly dying inside.

"Spencer..." you breathe out, "is it true?" You do your best to appear completely turned off, though you know you never could be. Your brows furrow in disgust as your lips curl downward.

"See, look at her," he's got Spencer's hair in an iron grip, forcing you two to look at each other. "She's disgusted, she doesn't want you. How could you be so stupid?"

"I just got caught up in it," the words spill out of Spencer's mouth, "we spend so much time together, and you're so pretty, so witty, so smart. I just couldn't help but fall in love with you."

Those words knock the air right out of your chest. A crush is one thing, but in love? You shiver, his words unzipping down your spine.

"You see that?" he growls, yanking Spencer's hair even harder, "she doesn't want you."

"He's right," Spencer flinches at your words, and you continue despite the hurt in your heart, "I don't want you, Spencer. Because I want you."

You turn your gaze to the unsub, staring him straight in the eye.

"I just can't resist you. The way you've dominated us..." you breathe out a huffy laugh, "it's undoubtedly one of the most attractive things I have ever seen. Way more attractive than anything he has ever done," you nod towards Spencer as seduction laces each word, though it tastes like poison on your tongue.

You see Spencer in your peripheral. You can barely make out the look in his eye, but you swear you see the faintest tint of insecurity lacing his gaze. The fear that maybe you mean it. Your heart clutches at the thought, and you note to do something about that later.

He lets Spencer go, his attention is now fully on you. He saunters closer, a hand reaching for your tied up ankle. His hands feel like sandpaper on your skin, gritty and unwanted.

"You really think so?" he whispers, his grip now shifting to your bicep. "Then prove it. Come with me."

He yanks you up, helping you move with your tied up limbs. You glance at Spencer briefly before you're led out of the conference room into the bullpen.

It's not long before a gunshot rings out, and you prepare for the blow. You fall to the floor, though, suddenly unsupported by the man propping you up. You turn from your spot on the ground to find Spencer wielding his gun from the conference room, miraculously unbound.

"I had him!" you scoff, rolling your eyes as Spencer undoes your hands and ankles.

"He told me what he wanted you for when he had me in Hotch's office. Believe me, I did you a favor," his brows furrow in what looks like frustration, possessiveness, as he continues to free you from your bounds.

A shiver runs through you again, shaking the disgust at the thought. You let it pass, though, he's dead. He can't hurt you anymore. Once you're free, you fall back into his chest, letting him hold you from behind. Tears slip through your closed eyes as all of the emotions of the past two hours course through every part of your body.

Spencer tightens his hold around you, soothingly rubbing his large palms up and down. Your hand reaches up to the back of his scalp, gently massaging the spot where the man had pulled.

"Are you okay?" you whisper, your faces inches from each other.

"Better now," he replies.

"Me too," you smile.

Before you can manage anything else, Spencer's mouth is on yours. It's a small kiss at first, tentative, unsure. It deepens when you turn to face him, Spencer now resting on his knees. He opens his mouth further as the kiss envelops you both. He's desperate, as if he's trying to swallow you whole. The kiss is all consuming, the corners of your brain turning fuzzy as you let yourself fall further into his arms.

"Anyone wanna tell me why you two are making out next to our dead unsub?" you and Spencer break apart at the intruding voice, like two teenagers caught in bed.

It's just Derek, thankfully. A playful, supportive brow is cocked in Spencer's direction as the poor guy next to you flushes a shade of red you didn't think existed.

"I'm not against it," he says, moving to help you off the floor, "just maybe find a better setting next time."

Your face is on fire, probably just as bad as Spencer's. You see him move out of the corner of your eye, and you grab his hand. You run your thumb over the chafing on his wrist, your heart clutching when he hisses at the sensation.

"Hey, Spence?" you mumble, exhaling a shaky breath as your eyes lock on his red wrist.

"Yeah?" he mutters back, matching your intensity.

"How did you get out of those knots? I tried the whole time he had you, they wouldn't budge." You look up at him now, his big eyes tightening at the edges as a small smile spreads across his lips.

"It was a classic prusik knot. I just had to reverse it and I was out," he states like it's the simplest thing in the world.

"Right. Of course you did," you smile, no teasing in your words, just true affection. Maybe a little bit of shock as well. His mind always has amazed you, even when you were too proud to say it.

You give his hand a squeeze before separating to be checked out by the medics. The rest of your team engulfs the two of you with worried looks and comforting words. As always, you find Spencer in the chaos. As always, he's already looking at you by the time your eyes find him.

Spencer sits on the edge of his couch, a bag of frozen peas resting on his black eye. It never gets easier, the fear and adrenaline of being taken by a psychopath. No matter how hard he tries, he still has to fight that feeling at the end of each day. The feeling that, no matter how hard he tries, how good of a profiler he is, it'll never take away the visceral fear of having your life in someone else's hands.

A knock on his door snaps him out of his spiral, and he silently thanks whoever is here at 8:47 p.m. on a Tuesday. He swings open the door to find the last person he expected to see. Her. She's here, to see him, wearing sweatpants and a t-shirt. Her hair is up, not an ounce of makeup on her face. She's perfect.

"I couldn't sleep," she whispers, and he's now registering the sleep mask that must've never left her forehead the whole way here. As his eyes trail down the rest of her frame, he takes into account the stuffed animal nestled in her right elbow, the fuzzy slippers on her feet.

"Me either," he responds, unable to help the smallest uptick of his lips at the sight of her. She looks so soft, and he has to fight the urge to reach out and grab her. He would never let go.

"Can I come in?" she asks, her eyes wide, and he's not religious, but God. How is he supposed to say no?

He nods simply, moving his body out of the way so she can enter his apartment. She looks around, taking in the intricate rug, the bookshelves lined from floor to ceiling. A bolt of self consciousness strikes him. The fear of her not liking what she sees runs through him for the briefest moment. The fear is gone, though, when she turns to him with a huge smile on her face.

"It's just as I assumed it would be."

He smiles at that, his tummy turning over her imagining what his apartment looks like, over her thinking about him that much in general.

"Are you oka-" He begins his question, but she barrels right through him.

"Did you mean what you said earlier?" It bursts out of her, as though she couldn't control it. He knows exactly what she means, and she knows he knows. He plays dumb anyway.

"Which part?" he croaks. She rolls her eyes, though there's no malice in it.

"When you said you were in love with me. Did you mean it?" Her honesty burns right through him, exposing all of him to her without even trying.

"Yes," he whispers, "I just thought you never liked me. I thought it'd be easier to pretend I didn't like you too."

She smiles, a bit self-deprecating, a lot of adoration. "We need to get better at talking to each other," she remarks. She saunters closer to him, wrapping her arms around his waist.

Her touch makes him feel like he's on fire, his blood thrumming through his veins right to his heart. It feels like it's burning to a crisp, yet he never wants her to let go.

"I love you, too, Spencer. I think I have since before I even knew you. I was so hurt when you made that comment all those months ago. I was more naive then, took things too personally. I thought that maybe if I just repressed the feelings, they would go away," she says, and his heart grows three sizes at the confession. "Of course I didn't mean what I said, either, I hope you know that."

He nods, feeling even more on display. How could she tell he took that to heart?

"Why do you think I always look at you?" she continues, "I couldn't ever take my eyes off you, even if I was paid to. You're too beautiful."

He blushes something fierce at that. Beautiful is a new one. He's been called a lot of things, nerdy, annoying, genius. But never beautiful. It burns him hotter, a white flash of light spreading through his entire body.

"You're beautiful," he replies, his arms finally coming up to pull her closer, his forehead resting against hers.

"You really think so?" she teases, a cheeky smile spreading her lips.

He nods, "Prettiest woman I've ever seen," it's a whisper, and it's true. No one has ever taken the wind from his sails the way she does.

"Can you kiss me again?" she breathes against his lips, desperation punching through each word.

He grabs her then, his hands coming up to cradle the back of her head as they desperately chase each other's lips. She plants short, staccato kisses all over him. She starts with his lips, kissing him once, twice, three times. She moves to his face, then, trailing her lips and tongue along his jaw, biting lightly behind his ear.

He feels her smile at the noise he emits, a whiny breath of air that would leave him embarrassed with anyone else. With her, though, with the way she's worshiping him, it doesn't even cross his mind.

He pulls her head back as she reaches his cheeks, feeling sorry for making her do all the work. He smashes his lips back into hers, lifting her legs so he can move her to his bed.

She cuddles into the soft mattress the second she's there, her eyes piercing his. He watches the way her gaze rakes down his body, a boost of confidence pumping him up. He takes his shirt off, a swift movement that surprises the both of you.

"Is this okay?" he whispers as he crawls on top of her, settling his long legs between her spread ones.

She nods sweetly, "Of course."

His heart stutters at that. Of course. Those words have the power to knock him off his feet. Her hands drift up to his hips, lightly squeezing the tiny bit of excess body fat there. He kisses her cheek. She rakes her hands up and down his back, nails scratching ever so slightly. He shivers.

It's not long until they're completely tangled in each other, breathy moans escaping her lips as he moves in and out of her. He wants to drink up every noise she makes, every low groan and high pitched whine that escapes her the most enticing elixir.

When they're finished, he's in a state of content and peace that he had never previously imagined possible. Peace and tranquility floats through the room as they take turns glancing at each other. Every time their eyes lock, they burst out giggling like children.

She's glued to him, whining high and long whenever he tries to move. She'd nearly strangled him with her grip when he went to get her a towel. She only relented when he- very thoughtfully, he might add- educated her on the risks of UTIs after sex.

They're laying in a light, airy silence now. One that drowns out the horrors of the day. He recounts the events of the past year, everything from meeting her to where they are now. His mind plays it over like a VCR tape stuck on rewind. He's desperate to find any evidence of her feelings before today, his mind whirring nonstop.

When she shifts in his arms, though, her heavy breathing indicating a deep sleep, it suddenly doesn't matter. He's here now, with the prettiest woman he's ever seen. He's so grateful he never took his eyes off of her.

[echoes-of-a-dream]

blind instinct 0.1 | matt murdock

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synopsis: when you find matt unconscious and bleeding out, your instinct is to take him to the e.r.: good instinct. when they won’t release information on his condition to anyone outside of kin, you lie and say you’re his wife: bad instinct. when matt wakes up from surgery with amnesia, believing when the doctors say you’re married, you play along to keep him safe: you don’t even know how to categorize that one.

amnesia | childhood best friends to lovers | marriage of convenience/fake marriage | slow burn | mutual pining | wc 1.6k

<- previous chapter

YOUR POV

You yawn as you check the time, blinking in surprise at the numbers staring back at you. “Oh, crap, I gotta go!”

Matt huffs a laugh, feeling at his tactile watch you got him for his law school graduation. “It’s barely nine.” 

“Exactly.” You stand, giving your best friend a hug, a little awkward considering he’s still sitting down. “Past my bedtime.” You two had finally found time to hang out—between Matt’s busy job as a lawyer, requiring him to work at all times of the day, including when a client is arrested at two a.m., and his busy nightlife as a vigilante, it feels like you never get to see each other. So, it was nice to have your schedules overlap—you caught up on each other’s lives (your failed dates, Matt’s successful cases), watched a movie (with audio descriptions on for Matt), ate dinner while you watched (courtesy of grateful clients from the aforementioned successful cases), and laid on his couch chatting for a little while—you snuggled under a blanket, Matt’s feet stubbornly resting on your lap no matter how many times you try to kick them off. 

“You know, when people call you an old soul they aren’t meaning you have to actually be old,” he teases.

“I have to be up early tomorrow!” You defend.

“No, you don’t,” he refutes easily, lips twitching up in a smug smile. You glare even though you know he can’t see it, although you know he can guess your expression judging by the way his smirk grows.

“Become best friends with a human lie detector, they said,” you mutter as you go to grab your shoes, well aware that he can hear you. “It’ll be fun, they said. You won’t want to murder him every time he calls you out, they said.”

“Murder?” Matt, who followed you to the entryway, raises an eyebrow.

“Yes.”

“You know, you can get arrested for that.”

“Good thing I have an incredible lawyer friend.”

He chuckles. “You just said you would kill me.”

“I meant Foggy.” You sniff primly, allowing Matt to pull you into a real hug and easily returning it. In your normal tone, you admonish, “Eat food, drink water, I hope the case tomorrow goes well, and for the love of everything holy please do not die before I see you again, Murdock.” It’s almost a ritual for you two—slowly getting longer over the years. Back when you were in high-school, still living at St. Agnes, and Matt, two years older, had just started Columbia, it was drink water, Murdock, and for the love of everything holy don’t die of kidney failure. That quickly turned into remember to drink water and eat food, you’re all skin and bones; what are you doing, starving yourself to death for fun? (to which Matt would joke that you were not building a strong case against being a grandma in disguise), and then once he started interning at Landman & Zach it became eat food, drink water, you’re gonna kill it tomorrow in court as long as you don’t let your habits kill you first—please don’t do that, by the way, before you found out about Daredevil and it evolved into its current iteration.

“I’ll try my best,” Matt says, as he always does.

With that, you head out, making your way cheerily towards the subway station to take it back to your apartment. You’re aware of your surroundings, of course: only an idiot wouldn’t be, not when walking through Hell’s Kitchen at night. It’s a little early for Matt to start his patrol, he probably won’t for another hour or so, so you’re on higher alert as you walk.

You make it safely to the station before realizing with a jolt that you left your purse—including your MetroCard, your literal ID, everything you need to function as an adult—at Matt’s. Already tired, you head back, even more tense than you were before. Shadows seem to jump out at you and you more than once hold your breath in fear upon hearing footsteps, only for the person approaching to pass you or turn, either way paying you little to no mind at all. 

It’s a little while after you left and with a large sigh of relief that you return to Matt’s apartment, thankfully catching the door from the pizza guy before it can lock again. He’s on the sixth floor and the elevator is broken, so it takes you another little minute before you make it to his door, now panting and sweaty. You lean against the door for a minute, resting and catching your breath before calling out “Matt?”

No response. He’s definitely not asleep, he’s probably not on patrol, and you know he can hear you. You try knocking, but still nothing

“Matty? Sorry to come back, I walked all the way to the subway station before I realized I left my purse.”

Still no response. Horror stories begin playing through your head, your imagination still fully awake and active from the walk back to Matt’s apartment. Maybe someone figured out he was Daredevil. Maybe he had a heart attack and died. Maybe he hates you.

“Matt, I’m getting a little worried!” 

You force yourself to stop, breathe, rationalize. Maybe he heard something and went out as Daredevil a little early—you can’t hear sirens, but generally sirens come after Matt is done. Maybe he’s in the shower and can’t get out at the moment—you don’t have super hearing, you wouldn’t know. Yet, the fear, the panic clawing at your throat, the gut feeling telling you something is wrong, doesn’t let up, prompting you to pull out your phone and attempt to call his burner phone he takes out as Daredevil. There’s no response. He could be in the middle of a fight, you tell yourself, but can’t shake the feeling of off. 

“Matthew Michael Murdock! Open the door, please!”

There’s a sound of a crash that causes your heart to leap into your throat, hands shaking as you grab the spare key to the apartment—hidden in one of the potted plants outside his door, the ones you gave him because “this hallway is too drab, it makes me depressed every time I see it”—every fear confirmed. Matt Murdock isn’t clumsy. The only way that crash could happen is if he is injured or if someone else is either breaking in or fighting him. It takes a few tries to get the key in the lock and unlocked, panic causing your faculties to fail. Only a few steps in and you’re tripping over an unconscious guy—not Matt—and you flip on your phone flashlight so as not to overstimulate Matt with the sound of buzzing lights. At least, you hope he’s alive to avoid overstimulating. 

A few steps in, and you see him lying on the ground, coffee table split under him. His mouth is open as he mouths at the air, straining for breath and some kind of relief. He’s covered in blood and you can only hope most of it comes from the assailants. There’s a gasp that you belatedly realize comes from yourself as you rush to your best friend, hands hovering over him as you try to figure out what to do. 

911. Right. Call them. Smart.

Your hands are steadier now that you have given yourself direction, all emotion pushed aside as you focus on completing the task.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” The operator asks when they pick up.

“I’m- my- my friend is hurt. Home invasion.”

“How badly?”

“I don’t know. There’s a lot of blood. At- at least some from his head, but head wounds bleed a lot, right? But- it’s all over. Torso, legs, arms, face. I don’t know what’s his and what isn’t.”

“Alright, ma’am, I have dispatched an ambulance and police to your location. Can I ask what happened?”

“I don’t know. Sorry, I’m saying that a lot. I left my purse in his apartment and didn’t realize until I made it to the subway station, so I came back to get it. When I left, he was fine, and he was alone, and then when I got here there’s two unconscious randos on the ground and Matt’s injured on the ground.”

“Alright, thank you. Do you know if he is conscious?”

You hesitate, unable to tell if his eyes are just closed and he’s out of it or if he’s genuinely unconscious. Tentatively, you reach out to cup his face, and he instinctively leans into it. You exhale in relief as you inform the operator, “He’s conscious.” Matt mumbles something you don’t quite catch. “Matty? Hey, Matt, buddy?” You whisper, soothingly stroking his cheek and trying to wipe away some of the blood. “Can you talk?”

Over the line, you hear the operator telling you to make sure he stays conscious. The ambulance is about seven minutes away still, can you manage for that long? You promise to do so, getting put on hold while the operator tends to another emergency.

“Matt?” You try again, his eyelids fluttering without really opening. Further concerned, you part his eyelids—there’s something about checking eyes in tv shows, right?—just in time to see it roll back into his head, only showing the whites. You grimace, grossed out, and quickly let go, moving to attempt to shake him awake in a move of blatant stupidity you will later look back on with deep regret.

And when nothing happens and Matt doesn’t wake, all you know to do is find his pulse—weak, but present, quick but regular—and sit there with 9-1-1 hold music blaring through your phone sneakers, crying and praying for the ambulance to please hurry up, please G-d please, wishing and hoping with everything in you.

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Tw: Yandere Themes, possessive behavior, obsession, delusional behavior, controlling behavior, manipulation, isolation, death

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Little sister is like Janet from The Good Place

Sebastian Michaelis

🐈‍⬛​It is rather unusual for demons of the same lineage to be so attached to each other. However, to not be disgraced by you there was little choice Sebastian saw himself having. Your entire existence goes against everything his kind should stand for so to help you find your way back to the roots of your existence, Sebastian has taken it upon himself to take you under his wings. His plans to teach you the ways of a demon fail terribly though for you are a being so friendly and willing to help that it is uncanny. For all the powers that you hold it is nothing short of a waste for you to use it all only to help others. To make things only worse you have no morales nor limits as you help anyone you have a contract with. The quality of their souls is of no importance to you, only the willingness to help counts. No matter how disgraced you are by your masters or how terribly someone takes advantage of you, you keep your cheerful and friendly demeanor. Do you intend to shame your own kin and blood? Sebastian has seen himself forced more than once to kill off your clients to spare him and you only more shame. He is hoping for anger from your side yet instead he is met with the same friendliness.

🐈‍⬛​You cannot protect yourself from others despite being a demon so your older brother eventually takes that role. Sebastian starts to keep you close and isolated for you would jump at a chance to help someone even if it were to commit a crime. Your entire existence is better to be kept a secret for otherwise you would only give and give without taking. He wonders how the very essence of your being can be so different as a demon is supposed to take and satisfy their own desires. Even Ciel innitially doesn't know of your existence as Sebastian keeps it a secret from him. Only much later does the young Earl figure out that Sebastian has a sister though only with great doubt. After all Sebastian and you are like the sun and the moon. You couldn't be more different. Interactions are kept short though as Sebastian wouldn't want his young master to even consider taking advantage of you. The subtle threats he allows to slip out when Ciel remotely hints at wanting you on his side tell as much. Who knows, maybe Sebastian will one day make a contract with you himself to ensure that throughout eternity no one shall ever take advantage of your kindness. After all a contract binds.

Ash Landers

▫️What terrible twist of fate it is for Ash to be torn away from his little sister. As he is banished down to the realm of the sinners and the mortals you stay in heaven, serving the souls of the good people. None of them deserve your kindness though. For Ash you have always symbolised the perfect version of a being. Kind, warm and without a single flaw. Yet you are being tarnished by the greed of everyone, used for their own selfish purposes yet you are too helpful to reject their pleas and prayers. Nothing could have his heart weeping more. You deserve more than what you receive yet you don't know better. After all your entire life you have served people and fulfilled them their wishes, have been lied to. Everyone deceives you yet as your older brother it is his heavenly duty to protect you from all the evil and harm that comes your way. Heaven may have separated him from you yet that shall never blind him from his duties handed to him the moment you appeared in this world as his younger sister. Even whilst he is forced to mingle with the vermin on earth he shall show you his devotion and remind you that he will never forget you. No amount of distance can ever change that.

▫️He shall set the city of London on flames for you and pray that you will see the fire even up there on the clouds. He shall erase all those souls who would only cling to you like leeches once they ascend to the sky for none of them deserve to be there where you are. During his time on earth he wants humans to know you and to respect you so through the Queen as his puppet he starts a new religion featuring you. Churches and shrines are build in your name and image yet only few of them stand the testament of his perfectionistic gaze. If something isn't perfect it is undeserving of carrying your name. Do you see it all even whilst both of you are separated from each other? Do you see how tirelessly he works to create a place worthy of you? The distance between the two of you always pains him yet there are moments where the agony is especially prominent. Hasn't he already failed as an older brother already? After all siblings should stick together yet here he is, unable to reach you. From his place on earth he is unable to protect you from all the greedy and selfish people who lie to your face and use you for their own schemes. He may never be able to make this up to you once both of you are reunited as family.

Claude Faustus

🕷️​Claude has never had any intentions of taking you in. In fact he was unaware that he even had a younger sister from the same parents yet one day you are given to him. Your entire existence is a shame for your kin and no one wants to take you in and teach you the ways of the demons. So either you are going to be killed or Claude will do the job as he is from the same blood as you. There is no thrill he can find in his heart yet the shame of being associated with someone weak like you fuels his decision to take you in. You cannot die and taint his reputation forever amongst others of his kind. It is this mix of frustration and annoyance that leads him to be very harsh and cold to you. Cruelty is perhaps the method he chooses to raise you with yet it doesn't quite work as he has hoped it would. Your behavior stays the same. It almost disgusts him to see a demon from his bloodline to be so kind and willing to help. You offer your services to anyone without demanding everything in return and it has his skin crawling. You will not embarrass him so Claude never allows you to have a contract. Even if you were to make one your master wouldn't last long, murdered by Claude's hands.

🕷️​The extreme isolation you are put through comes to no surprise as Claude eventually labels you as unable to survive on your own. Demons are lonely creatures by nature unless they find their true mate so it is rare for a pair of siblings to stick together. What other choice does he have though? You would only ruin his own name if he were to let you go and his attachment plays another crucial role. You would simply not survive out there without him. More than once he uses condescending or very belittling words to coax you into listening to him and doing as he says. Never have you taken it as an insult though as if incapable of feeling angry or sad at all. Alois is never going to find out about you as he would most likely only bully you and abuse you like the other butlers in the household. If that were to happen Claude would consider his contract with the young master done as he would never allow anyone to lay a single finger on his younger sister. He doesn't often show his bond to you though as he sees it as very needed to be the composed and cold brother to cancel out your own warmth and kindness. He is a proper demon after all, territorial first before anything else.

Chrollo Lucilfer

📖​From the youngest age on Chrollo has always been forced to protect you. Even before both of you learned how to use Nen and received your special abilities your kindness made you an easy target in Meteor City. You are a lamb under a flock of wolves who are always waiting to sink their teeth into your innocent being. The only thing sparing you from those experiences is Chrollo who has always been a shield to protect you. He is indeed a true older brother and that identity that comes with it has always given him a sense of order in a life where his existence has been unwanted from the moment he was a toddler. Some of hid oldest friends who are now also part of the Phantom Troupe have viewed you at times as nothing but a burden back in those days. Survival of the fittest is after all a concept that is all too true in Meteor City and it is clear that without Chrollo's protection your light would be snuffed out quickly in a place filled with outcasts and violence. Yet Chrollo has never thought once about abandoning you. After all you are all that he has and vice versa. Family should stick together and he will not allow one of his cherished people to be left behind to be torn apart.

📖​Your Nen ability is one of the strongest and most treasured in the entire Phantom Troupe. Yet just like your entire existence to the world outside it is shrouded and speculations and mysteries.To the troupe as well as to Chrollo you are the personification of a treasure that is priceless and for that would never be given away. Over the years everyone has formed a bond with you. Hardly surprising as you have never been allowed to bond with anyone outside of Chrollo's members. You are far too willing to spill out all the secrets and offer all of the help. It has gotten so bad that Chrollo is in fact actively searching for Nen abilities to restrict you with it all. Perhaps a part of him has even considered stealing your Nen to make it all easier and he knows that you would all too willingly let him do so if he were to ask. Hisoka is the only member of the troupe that is kept away from you though you approach him willingly to offer any help as he is the newest member. You are th easiest way to get under Chrollo's skin and that is why you are a beloved and popular target, only resulting in more isolation as a result. Perhaps it would really be easier to just steal your powers for you are too naive to wield them.

Alucard

🩸​Alucard has gone through great loss over the span of his very long life. He has lost everything. His people. His nation. His wife. His child. His faith. And perhaps worst of all, he has also lost parts of himself as he traded his humanity for the monster he now is and will forever be. That should make it at least a bit more understandable to why he is as protective and possessive of you as he is. After all after centuries of being all by himself and with nothing left to lose, there is something to be lost once more as the vampite gets attached to you. You are a weak spot of his, something that Alucard himself fully acknowledges. Yet strangely enough he cannot find it within himself to hate you for it. He has almost forgotten what it feels like to care for someone as much as he cares for you and with that returns a part of the humanity that he thought he had lost so many ages and empires ago. It is quite fascinationt though, wouldn't you agree? That a creature as feared as he is is chained to a fragile appearing thing like you all because for the first time he discovers once more what it feels like to have a family. Feelings are binding and that more efficiently than a contract through blood.

🩸​As someone who has lived for as long as Alucard has though, he also knows that people of your kind rarely survive in a world as unforgiving as this one. Though the time of great wars may not be upon you for the coming years, wolves lurk around everywhere. Kindness is unfortunately a trait that will always be taken advantage off. People will step on you and use you for their own gains and purposes and he worries that you will simply let it happen all because you have more kindness in you than anyone else. So to protect you from the monsters who would lay their greedy claws on you Alucard is always waiting in the shadows, observes every interaction you have and frightens those who believe that you could be nothing but a tool for their own satisfaction. He himself never takes much advantage of you and refuses all the help that you always offer him as most of the time your assistance would do more harm than good as he fights bloody battles and murders those who stand in Integra's way. Sometimes he wonders though if you are a salvation that the god he thought he abandoned so long ago sent his way to bring him back some of the lost humanity he sacrificed in the past.

Alexander Anderson

✝️​Anderson is a man drowning in his own belief of God, a servant so dedicated that he engages in violence all to fulfill the greater mission handed to him as a priest and Catholic. In spite of all that insanity brought to light due to his intense devotion he is still capable of attachment and care as seen by the orphans he has taken under his wings. You are no ordinary child though and you are no simple human either. You have never been even from earliest childhood days. Alexander and you couldn't be more different though as you don't engage in battle to kill all those who could pose a threat to the god you believe in. No, instead you have chosen a different path to express your faith by extending kindness and help to all those around you. A concept that on paper should be admirable as you love everyone and forgive all sins yet none of that brings Alexander much pride. In his eyes there is a clear divide amongst people as he condems those who are no Catholics to the point where he would let them die. So obsessed is he with the word of God. His kindness has limits whilst yours doesn't as you extend a friendly hand even to the enemy. A great betrayal in his eyes.

✝️​Yet you have been blessed with powers from God, received a divine gift that has made you the most vauable member of the religious organisation. No one would dare to even suggest killing you for what they view as betrayal. No one has the courage to do so either as Alexander is your older brother. Not by blood but by bond as he has been guided to find you when both of you were only children and you still without your gift yet already with your friendliness. The greed of people who only serve their own greed and not the word of God have always threatened to devour you even back then and not much has changed even as years have passed. That is why you are confined to the building of Ferdinant Lukes, the orphanage founded by Alexander. There you are placed just right, also taking care of the many children brought to the establishment and raising them. You are kept away from any activities of the Iscariot Agency as your assistance would only be a distraction for you would offer even the most hideous of monsters your hand and a redemption where none should be given. No, your abilities must remain a secret for otherwise all kinds of things would come after you.

Ryomen Sukuna

🗾​It is surprising as it is that Sukuna has formed any kind of meaningful bond to begin with that doesn't end in a bloodbath. The ugly truth is that this bond didn't start the way that it is in the present. No, instead it is your unique Cursed Energy and your ability that comes with it that draws Sukuna to seek you out. After all his greed knows no bounds and the ability to create everything that someone could possibly desire is something many people would love to get their hands on. To their greatest misfortune Sukuna has already planned to make you his possession so any fools who get too close to reach you are mercilessly slaughtered by him. A part of him expects any level of fear or fright as those are emotions he is so used to see on people's faces. Yet the only thing that he receives is a disgusting smile and the polite question of why he is here and what he needs your help with. You possess a level of friendliness that is almost unnerving yet Sukuna finds himself enjoying the sinister aspect to it all. After all your willingness to even help him in spite of knowing his true goals clearly shows a lack of morality. You could be interesting after all.

🗾​Sukuna takes some sort of sick pleasure in it as time passes and he notices over and over again how you seem to be utterly incapable of any form of negative emotions. It makes you easy to use and easy to manipulate. The only downsight to it all is that the concept of loyalty is vague as you offer everyone your assistance that asks you of it. That is why you are locked away like a little bird and the only person he trusts with supervising you without abusing your power is Uraume. All of the finest riches and material treasures that adorn his body or that are in his possession are all your creations as a life of luxury is guaranteed with you by his side. Even though you show it in unique ways, in Sukuna's eyes you are still a proper curse with terrifying abilities. After all there is nothing that binds you to others as you discard bonds easily all because you have to help anyone who asks you of it. The only bond that you have and that you seem to value is with Sukuna for he is your brother and that has made him somewhat cocky. It is enjoyable after all, watching how people tear each other apart to have you only to be ultimately be killed by him. After all you are his little sister. His responsibility.

Gojo Satoru

🩵​The Gojo clan is a highly respected clan already and the birth of Satoru has only manifested the power associated with them. Being born as his younger sibling without any of the abilities that he has inherited, you are treated vastly different though. Gojo is pushed to be a weapon, to be on top, to be lonely. You experience your own loneliness but for a different reason. Stuck in the shadow of your older brother, constantly compared to the lonely genius who learns so fast and masters everything without even needing a teacher whilst you struggle with simple cursed techniques. Both of you lead unfair lives but for different reasons. Yet Satoru isn't like the rest of the clan as he takes you in and looks out for you where others would have simply ignored your average existance. Both of you only have each other after all so he decides that both of you should stick together. Through his efforts and questionable teaching methods you eventually unlock your own special ability. An immediate game changer a suddenly everyone wants to be your friend or wants to spend time with you. Satoru is against it yet you only reciprocate, mercilessly taken advantage of by the system.

🩵​Satoru has his hands even fuller from that day on as he needs to ensure that the world of the sorcerers experiences no threats whilst also seeing it through that no one from the higher-ups nor any other person can get too close to you and only use you. It is frustrating and borderline painful to see you behaving so obedient to every request that you receive as you have no will of your own. It hurts, especially since he expects you to trust him more as your older brother yet none of his words reach you as you immediately offer everything the moment someone asks you for it. The fear that both of you might be pitted against each other might be dismissed as paranoia by others. To Satoru the world isn't that nice though, especially not the world that both of you live in. Rumors and speculations are something that he can hardly contain yet information about the true extent of your abilities is generally kept a secret. It is your sheer willingness and the vulnerability that comes with it that has Satoru locking you permanently away with all sorts of special seals to keep others out. If only you wouldn't agree with him so easily then perhaps all of this would be less shameful for him. Your obedience is painful.

Geto Suguru

🗻​Sometimes Geto wonders if he would have killed you on that day just like he did his own parents if it wouldn't have been for the fact that you too are a sorcerer. A question that weights heavily on his mind at times when he observes you yet ultimately the reality is that you are no filthy monkey but a sorcerer with a very powerful ability. That is all that should count and the thought that always has him dropping this question. Suguru may be the leader of this entire movement and the person that everyone respects but your own powers are valued highly by everyone. Suguru would like to think that your abilities are worth even more than his own leadership as you are the key to create a world for only sorcerers. Yet it is most regrettable that your own kindness isn't quite as selective as his own is. In fact you are overflowing with friendliness and the will to help to the point where you offer your help to anyone. Whether it be an enemy of his or even one of the many filthy monkeys, you always approach everyone with that same smile and openness. Some of his own people secretly call you a traitor, words that Suguru denies. What he can't deny though is that your goals do not align with his own.

🗻​He is your older brother. You should trust in his choices and listen to him above anyone else. Obviously you do not think the same though as you ignore his every advice and warning and continue going out of your way. You even expose your powers to non-sorcerers and always force his hand to kill those individuals as they not only dared to get lose to you but also to keep them from spreading the news about your powers. Suguru is attempting every day to indoctrinate you with the same ideas that he and the entire cult centered around him follow yet none of his words reach you. You are blind. That is why eventually you are forbidden to step outside the shrine and are kept locked away in a small room like a precious artifact that shall only be taken outside when the time to wield it has arrived. What other choice really is there? You would betray not only your own kind but also him, your older brother, if someone were to ask you for anything that is meant to stand in his way and that knowledge drives Suguru almost mad. The resentment is ever-present with his brotherly love from that day on as he is never able to forget that you would take the hand of someone else if asked.

Nanami Kento

💛​Nanami is most familiar with the way that society works. Money talks and money rules. That is all that there is to life and even though he loathes the thought, he knows that he is only a small part in the great mechanism of it all. He would like to walk away at times but unfortunately he is a good person and for that his compassion always drives him back to a place where he will protect people from the horror of curses. It seems to be an inherited trait if one were to look at you, his younger sister. Only that with you this trait has blown out of propotions. Even as a small child you have always been too kind for your own good and Nanami cannot count the times where you were taken advantage of on both of his hands. It has always been him who had to step up or else you would have just continued pouring all of your energy into someone who would have lost likely never thanked you for it and would have only taken it for granted. The role of the older brother weights heavily upon him and it is through all those years that he has developed a naturally overprotective demeanor when it involves you. The world of the sorcerers is after all even less forgiving.

💛​Especially once you train your Cursed Energy and gain a very special ability does Kento view himself forced to step up even more. Years of attempting to teach you to set boundaries and think logically and not with whatever heart motivates you to keep on giving, you are still none the wiser. What can he do though? He holds no special power like Gojo does not could he simply turn his back on the system and abduct you like Geto has done. No, Kento is just one of many sorcerer and for that nothing valuable. The only option that he is left with is protecting you to the best of his abilities. You have obtained the highest rank of a sorcerer possible but less because you have fought for it tirelessly and more because your Cursed Technique is just that valuable to their world. That puts only more distance between the two of you that he has to overcome somehow. He could simply ask you for more Cursed Energy and power yet Kento refuses to be put in the same position as everyone else who wants more power, more money and more wealth from you. He is dangerously close to breaking though. Whether his sanity gives up first or his body will be seen in time.

[theeeveetamer]

My favorite thing about Dante and Vergil is just how they constantly match each other's energy. Like I know DMC5 is a lot more explicit about how Vergil is a silly lil guy underneath the veneer of seriousness, but I wanted to highlight a few of the Vergil lines/exchanges/moments from DMC3 that demonstrate... yeah he was kinda always like this

From right before the first Vergil fight in DMC3:

Dante: You sure know how to throw a party. No food, no drinks, and the only babe just left. Vergil: My sincerest apologies, brother. I was so eager to see you I couldn't concentrate on the preparations for the bash.

I find this one especially fun because pretty much every other boss you fight in DMC (like the entire series) just gets huffy and angry and yells about annihilating Sparda or something. Vergil is probably one of the few major bosses that snarks back

2. After Vergil gets Beowulf he does the Dante thing of playing around with his new weapon

3. From right before the second Vergil fight:

Dante: It doesn't matter to me one way or the other. More importantly, I've come all this way. I'm sure you have time for one more game… right Vergil: Why not? After all we share the same blood… I'll just use more of yours to undo daddy's little spell.

Something about "daddy's little spell" is just so irreverent and funny

4. From right after the second Vergil fight:

Vergil: It is time for the clown to bow out, Arkham. Dante: Dude, the show's over!

To me it comes off like Dante's spring-boarding off of Vergil's theater metaphor that with the "show's over!" line. Vergil set him up for that one

5. This bit at the start of the Arkham fight which Vergil was NOT present for:

Dante: Dude, my father wasn't so hideous. Can't you tell by looking at me? Anyway that shape suits you better. Let's begin the main event!

Followed by this exchange midway through the fight:

Dante: Look at you, making a big dramatic entrance and stealing my spotlight. Vergil: Well... You don't possibly believe that he deserves to be our main event now do you?

Vergil wasn't exactly present for Dante's "let's begin the main event!" line, which means he just came up with the same thing completely independently? That, or he was watching and just decided to wait for the most dramatic possible moment to jump in. Either way, it adds silly lil guy points (either for being just like his brother or for timing a dramatic entrance)

6. Same fight scene, the finger waggle Vergil does as he says "You should come to realize you cannot control the power of Sparda."

7. The classic:

But also the way Vergil immediately knows exactly what Dante is talking about when he says "Remember what we used to say?" and he smiles about it

[moonlitscrolls]

I bet on losing dogs (IV)

Pairings: Azriel x Reader

Warnings: drug use, substance abuse, some non-explicit descriptions of corpses.

Word Count: 2.0k

A/n: Part four is out! Let me know if you like it, or have any constructive feedback.

Series Masterlist: I bet on losing dogs (Masterlist)

Azriel’s words echo in your mind for the rest of the day, no matter how hard you try to push them out. The disappointment in his eyes as you refused to confide in him yet again sends painful aches down your heart, so distracting that you consider telling him and yet; that severely nagging doubt stops in your tracks once more. 

What if he thinks it’s abhorrent? What if he doesn’t want anything more to do with you after he finds out? You don’t see useful visions like Elain, or wield icy fire like Nesta. No, the Cauldron had turned your worst fears into a curse that you had no control over. And you knew, in your heart of hearts, the only person who might understand what it felt like to have these morbid powers you didn’t want, would be Azriel and his shadows. 

It was time. You would tell Azriel over dinner tonight and pray he didn’t lock you up and chain you down.  

The rest of the day was spent in agony, waiting and waiting for dinner time to arrive. Azriel usually left the House of Wind during the day, only arriving well after the sun sets, so you did your best to kill the time by flipping through the romance books the House provided down in the Library. While it had originally been a welcome distraction, soon every hero, no matter how they were described, morphed into a raven-haired, hazel-eyed Shadowsinger that simply wouldn’t stop haunting the corners of your mind. Although it could definitely be argued that his presence was much more welcome than that of the others. 

They didn’t stay long, never more than two or three days each, but nearly always found themselves replaced by another once they disappeared. Over the past week of your residence at the House of Wind, you had racked your way through the Library to get your hands on whatever information you could, hoping against hope that there was someone else, at some point in Prythian history who had been through this before you. You were yet to find anything worthwhile. 

This is what you mull over as you sit stiffly in your chair and the kitchen island, a glass of juice sitting untouched before you while you wait for Azriel’s return, and this is how he finds you when he flies back in, his gaze focused and locked on your frame. 

You glance up nervously, and before he can say anything you manage to blurt out, “I have something to tell you.”

He doesn’t hesitate as he pulls out the chair next to yours and takes a seat, holding himself up by his elbows as they rest on his knees. His eyes swim with worry and concern as they bore through yours. You face the table nervously, hands fiddling with the condensation on the glass before you as you try to find the words. 

He gives you time, and doesn’t say anything. But the weight of his gaze never wavers from your frame. You can sense it even while you keep your own trained on the marble table. It’s with great effort and courage that you manage to say the words, “I think something went wrong with me.”, your breath catches, “In the cauldron, I mean.” 

His voice is steady and cool as he replies, “Why do you say that?” 

You swallow harshly and try to explain, “I see things that I didn’t before. Things that you all can’t see.”

Your heart rate starts to pick up and you wish you could wipe your sweaty palms on the sides of your thighs but you don’t want to seem even weaker than you probably already do to him. 

He must sense the shift in your scent because on his large palms comes to rest on your knee gently, the warmth and weight of it grounding you in the present. 

A sharp inhale goes through you before the words spill out like vomit, “I see dead people.”

Your eyes are squeezed shut and your body rigid as you wait, breathlessly, for his response. The memories of how it felt to be stuck in that wooden cupboard for hours on end with no way out come reeling back at his continued silence and you can’t help the wave of panic that broils through you. Fists clenched to hide the way they tremble, you slip off of your stool as quickly as you can, movement jerky and frantic as you step away, only slightly conscious of how Azriel is now also on his feet. 

“You know what, I just haven’t had a lot of sleep lately, and the withdrawal has been playing tricks on my mind-“, to your horror a dry sob heaves its way into your strangled tone, “I don’t know what I’m talking about, just ignore all of tha-“

And then every thought in your head vanishes as Azriel’s pillowy lips land on yours. His hands are on your waist, pushing you back against the island as his lips move over yours delicately. It’s not really a kiss, more of his mouth breathing into you, grounding you into this moment. You’re caught off guard and go completely limp in his arms as he gathers you to his frame before leaning back to look you in the eye. His gaze is tortured and voice filled with some emotion you can’t quite identify as he breathes out, “How long?”

It’s not the question you were expecting as you answer dazedly, “Since I woke up after being dipped in the Cauldron.” 

His head drops at that, his silky black hair hiding the way his eyebrows furrow in pain at your words before he whispers, “I’m so sorry, Y/N.”

You can barely recognise your throaty voice as you ask shakily, “Why are you sorry?”

Azriel presses into you so his forehead grazes the sides of your cheek, sending sparks dancing down your spine. “You’ve been dealing with this on your own for years. You didn’t feel safe enough to tell me. That’s on me.”

Your head shakes vehemently as you push back against his chest to look him in the eyes as you say with conviction, “The only person I feel safe around is you.” 

Azriel’s eyes widen slightly at your statement but you’re on a roll now and continue, “The only person who makes me feel like how I did before, is you. Please don’t say that. You’re the only one who makes them go quiet.”, you confide, your voice cracking with emotion. 

His arms tighten around your waist as they wind around your frame, pulling you tightly against him. When he speaks, you feel his cool breath hit your lips and you do your best to suppress another shiver, “They speak to you?”

You nod, eyes dropping to his collar. “Some of them can speak. Some of them can’t. Some only cry or wail. Some speak in a language I can’t understand. But they’re all, they’re all…” you trail off as you glance at the corners of the room, behind Azriel, where their eyes meet yours silently. “They all want the same thing. I don’t know what it is but when they eventually realise I can’t help them, they leave.”

Azriel’s eyes track yours as he too stares into the empty space where they stand. His voice is gentle as he asks you, “Are they here right now?” 

You squeeze your eyes shut, ignoring the tears that stream down your cheeks as you do so, nodding. 

Azriel’s throat bobs as he pulls you tighter into him, your face pressed against his throat. His scent is one that has always filled you with a sense of peace and tranquility, and you always do your best to get at least a sniff of it whenever you attend functions or dinners held by the Inner Circle, but this? Being held in his arms so tightly you can feel all the hard planes of his chest and stomach against your softness, the smooth expanse of his neck against your face, his deep pine forest fragrance and morning dew scent drowns you in his presence and all you can do is latch onto him for dear life. 

The nagging doubt in your mind keeps hold still, and before you know it, it spills out in a weak sob against his neck. “I don’t want to go to The Prison.”

Regret fills you the minute you hear the words from your mouth but it’s too late, and you can tell by the way Azriel’s body jerks slightly, that he heard what you said, loud and clear. This is further proved when he leans back just enough for his arms to come up and cup your face in his warm, large palms. Instantly that nagging voice in your head quiets, leaving nothing but the sounds of his gentle breaths paired with yours. You feel his thumbs stroke along your cheekbones softly and the delicate manner of his action, this legend who stands before you who’s very hands who show you such kindness now have taken the lives of so many, his presence soothes you in a way you could have never imagined. 

“I want to know why you would ever think that would happen.” Azriel’s voice is quiet and his gaze is filled with such determination, you know you aren’t leaving without answering his questions. 

“I just-“, your voice cracks, “I don’t want to be locked up.”

Anger flashes across Azriel’s face and you instinctively try to pull away but he doesn’t let you, his voice interrupted by a slight tremor as he presses, “Y/N, has someone ever locked you up?”

Panic flares through you and you shake your head adamantly but his palms cup your face tighter and pull you to him so his lips flutter against your hairline as he asks again, “Baby, has someone ever locked you up? When you didn’t want to be?” 

You shake your head again but a sob racks through you and there’s no hiding it from Azriel when anger flares through him at the weak, pitiful sound before he pulls you back into him, his voice hard and filled with promise as he presses, “Give me a name.”

You sob silently into his neck, but he doesn’t let it go. “Y/N baby, I need you to give me a name.”, his voice is filled with pain as he whispers into your ear, one of his hands shifting to stroke your hair gently. 

The tender action makes your throat clog as you sob and shake your head, causing Azriel to sigh, the puff of air against your head sending more tears down your face. 

His voice is quiet and filled with deadly determination as he promises, “It’s okay. I don’t need a name. I’ll find them, Y/N, and I promise you, they’re going to wish they never laid a hand on you.” His arms tighten around you as if to send the message home and finally, you collapse in his arms, the sheer comfort and strength he projects too tempting to resist. He catches you, of course, and presses delicate kisses to any part of your face he can reach, whispering sweet nothings into your ears as you hold him tightly in an iron grip. 

You stay like for you don’t know how long, but his grip never wavers, and neither does yours. A warm glow spreads inside your chest and you press closer to him in reply. Eyes shut, the sound of his heart beating against your ear as you lay your head flat against his chest, for the first time in a long time, contentment floods inside you, right down to your bones. And you know, not sure how or why, but you know that no matter what lies ahead, Azriel would be there to face it with you. 

@tele86 @batboyslutt @be-your-coffee-pot @wxveysun @the-onlyy-angie @the-tummo @sleepylunarwolf @sstrohma @more-a-then-i

[berfgrimm]

nothing else matters | choi seunghyun

pairing: choi seunghyun x f!reader warnings: smut, oral, fluff, sneaking around, jiyong's sister!reader notes: this one is going to be part of a series that i'm really looking forward to working on. i hope you all enjoy! as always, thank you for reading and taking the time to like/comment/reblog. it means a lot to me.

You’d been secretly sleeping with your brother’s best friend for months. You weren’t proud of it, but you weren’t ashamed either — something about sneaking around made things more exciting. Besides, it was all for fun. It started with making out when you’d both had a few drinks, then moved to sober kisses when he would visit you at your apartment. It was only a couple of weeks of this before it moved to occasional late night hook ups at each other’s homes, sneaking out before the sun came up.

Neither of you ever discussed what you were doing. You simply enjoyed the time alone with one another and acted casual around everyone else. It was just a way to pass the time with someone you cared about, but you found yourself missing him when you couldn’t see him. You’re too scared to bring it up to him, for fear of him not feeling the same way, so you settle for what you have, hoping that it will be enough.

Today, the band is recording a few songs for the new album, and when you arrive under the guise of visiting your brother, Jiyong, he and the others are preparing to break for lunch. Everyone except Seunghyun, who Daesung informed you was hard at work and would not break until he completed his adlibs.

You chat with the group for a few moments before waving them off to lunch, saying that you’d stop by to say Seunghyun before leaving yourself. Once you are sure the others have left for lunch, you find your way to the control room for the booth at the far end of the building, where you know Seunghyun will still be working. He always favored this room to record his adlibs, because it was smaller and more secluded, affording him the opportunity to better focus without his bandmates distracting him. You almost feel bad about the thoughts your mind is currently feeding you.

“Hey,” you say, once you step into the room, closing the door gently behind you. Seunghyun, who is sitting at the control panel, turns quickly in his chair, his eyes widened in surprise.

“Hey,” Seunghyun says, glancing around to make sure you were alone, as if anyone else would be hiding the small space of the room. “What are you doing here?”

“I stopped by to see Ji,” you reply, but then shrug your shoulders. “I thought I’d come say ‘hi’, at least. I don’t want to interrupt.”

It’s a lie, and judging by the look on Seunghyun’s face, he can tell. You didn’t need to come to the studio today to see your brother, but you needed to see Seunghyun. The group has been overwhelmingly busy and you’ve had less time to spend with Seunghyun.

“Are the others–?”

“They left for lunch just now,” you say, grabbing the only other chair in the room and rolling it closer to Seunghyun before sitting, merely a foot away from him. “Can I watch? I promise I’ll be quiet.” The small smile on Seunghyun’s lips is noticeable, but he quickly looks back towards the computer screen to hide his amusement.

“We both know you aren’t capable of being quiet,” he mutters.

“Oh, me?” you laugh. “What about you?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Seunghyun says, still focusing on the screen.

You know he’s teasing, but you also know his neck looks really good right now, and that if you get him in exactly the right spot, you’ll prove your point. You grab onto the armrest of his chair, leaning your body closer so you’re able to press your lips to the spot where his jaw ends, leaving a playful bite. He jumps at the sudden contact, hissing your name as quietly as he can.

“Anyone can walk in,” he whispers.

“I told you, they’re at lunch,” you mutter, your mouth creeping closer to the spot on his neck that drives him crazy. He’s tense, his hands gripping the end of the armrests, still not convinced that you’re alone. “Do you want me to stop?” you ask, your tone more serious now as you pause to wait for his response. He lets out a sigh, tilting his head to the side to bare more of his neck to you.

“Please don’t leave a mark,” he whispers, his voice deeper now. “They’ll never let me hear the end of it until I tell them where I got it.” You chuckle quietly, returning to your previous task of kissing and biting along his pulse.

When your mouth finally reaches the spot you’re in search of, you bite just a little harder, earning the groan you were after. You chuckle against his skin, shifting towards him more to get a better hold on him. Placing one of your hands on the other side of his head to hold him still, your other hand rests high on his thigh, squeezing softly.

“Don’t get any big ideas,” Seunghyun warns. “They could come back at any minute.”

“I guess I’ll have to work fast, then, hm?” you reply, leaving bites along his jaw.

Seunghyun rolls his head towards you, pressing his lips to yours to kiss you deeply. As soon as his tongue slips into your mouth, it’s as though you switched places, with you being the one weak from his mouth, though it wouldn’t be the first time. You focus long enough to slip your hand up his thigh, pressing to his crotch to find that he’s already getting hard.

“Fuck, baby, c’mon,” he breathes against your lips.

Your mind goes blank for a moment. It’s the first time he’s called you anything besides your name. Sure, he would occasionally use other, more respectful honorific titles with you, but he would do the same with everyone, so it never felt different. But this? Hearing him call you something so casual yet so romantic sends your body into overdrive, making you whimper against his lips. You want to do everything you can to hear him say it again.

Seunghyun spreads his legs wider, so you continue to rub him through his jeans. When he breaks from the kiss, breathless as he looks down at your hand, you kiss his jaw again, desperation taking over. Seunghyun sets his hand on the back of your head, guiding your mouth back to the spot on his neck you were attacking before – you take the hint and start sucking softly on his skin.

“Your mouth is going to get me in trouble,” he mumbles, his fingers gently rubbing your scalp.

Through the sound isolated walls of the control room, you can hear another voice calling out what sounds like Seunghyun’s name. You both freeze in a panic, hoping that maybe they won’t come to this room, but the voice starts to get closer, and Seunghyun looks terrified. If you get caught, and Jiyong finds out…

“The desk,” Seunghyun says, scooting his chair back enough to give you the space to crawl under the control desk.

Once you settle in what you can only call a nest of wires, Seunghyun scoots his chair back under the desk, blocking you in and hopefully hiding you from the view of the owner of this voice. He quickly shoves your chair away from him, and adjusts his attention forward just as the door to the room opens.

“Hey, man,” the voice says, as the person walks into the room. You don’t recognize the voice as that of your brother, nor is it Taeyang or Daesung, so you attribute it to one of the engineers of the studio. “Where is everyone else?” they ask.

“Oh, uh, out to lunch,” Seunghyun replies, his voice noticeably shaky.

The man responds in kind, but you don’t hear what he says, your mind preoccupied with your proximity to Seunghyun’s crotch. The idea that pops into your head is devious, and you’re sure it will be quite risky, but you can’t stop yourself. You press your hands against Seunghyun’s inner thighs, urging them wider apart so you could scoot closer. When your fingers find the button of his jeans, he tenses, and you can hear him feign a cough to disguise his surprise.

The two men continue to chat, but you stop listening altogether, instead dragging the zipper of his jeans down. You’re thankful he chose to wear jeans that were even slightly looser than normal today, which gave you more room to slip your hand into his jeans to pull him free from his briefs. Seunghyun scoots his chair forward, inching closer towards you, and you smile at the subtle invitation.

It only takes a few strokes of your hand with your mouth softly sucking on his tip before he’s fully erect, leaking precum onto your tongue. His legs are fidgeting, but you can tell he’s trying to stay as still as possible to avoid getting caught. You can hear the way he speaks is strained, and thankfully the other man hasn’t caught on yet, but you don’t know how much longer Seunghyun will be able to keep quiet.

As much as you know you moan, Seunghyun is always much more vocal – you’re sure you could get off to a recording of his moans alone. His voice is always so deep, and his moans match the same tone, rumbling through his body to the point you can feel the vibrations when he’s inside of you. You feel yourself getting wet just from the thought of his moans.

You give him more languid strokes, licking your lips as you watch the way he looks in your hand. In the cramped space beneath the desk, you can’t get to Seunghyun like you really want to, not without giving yourself away, so you settle for what you can do. You angle your head forward again, taking his head into your mouth, sucking harder now as your hand strokes him a little faster.

“Are you okay?”

The man is catching onto the way Seunghyun is acting, and you’re tempted to push him even more just to add to the risk. But Seunghyun mutters a quick excuse about being scattered from how difficult the recording has been. His shaky voice tries to disguise just how turned on he is so you risk it, taking him a little deeper into your mouth, hollowing out your cheeks.

“Have you eaten today?” the man pushes.

“I think I’m about to,” Seunghyun replies.

You smirk around him, trying to hide the excited giggle that bounces through your insides. When Seunghyun’s hand slips under the desk, pressing to the back of your head, you find it more difficult to hide your own sounds of pleasure. You find your breathing getting a little louder, so you pull him from your mouth, stroking him from head to base with each motion. Seunghyun’s hand maneuvers from the back of your head, to your jaw, as if he wants to touch you but he doesn’t know where – you get an idea.

When his thumb brushes over your chin, you part your lips, waiting for his fingers to near your mouth again. When his digits try to trace your lips, you tip your head forward and tease his fingers with the tip of your tongue. You feel him tense again, so you keep pushing, taking them into your mouth, and he responds by carefully touching your tongue. Your mouth closes around his digits, sucking softly as you continue to stroke him as best as you are able to.

You need a little bit of relief yourself, so you unfasten your jeans with your free hand, carefully adjusting your position so you can slide your hand into your panties. As soon as your fingers make contact with your wetness, you pull in a small gasp, which Seunghyun thankfully quickly covers up by clearing his throat.

“Alright, man, I’m heading out. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Your heart rate increases when you hear the man excuse himself from the room, but you continue to tease both yourself and Seunghyun as you listen to the man depart. There is a distinct change in Seunghyun’s breath, as he waits for a few moments to give the man time to leave the building altogether.

“Jesus Christ,” Seunghyun groans, slipping his fingers from your mouth, and scooting his chair back from the desk enough to peer down at you. “Are you trying to get us caught?”

“I couldn’t help it,” you whine. “I needed you.” Seunghyun’s eyes dart around from your face, to your hand that still strokes him, until he finally sees your hand in your panties.

“You’re touching yourself right now?” he asks, his voice tight. “What turned you on the most? The taste of me or the risk of getting caught.”

“Your fingers in my mouth.”

“Mmm, I didn’t know you were into that,” he mumbles, stifling another groan when you trace your tongue along his tip.

“I want to hear you moan,” you whisper, giving him the most innocent look you can muster. “Is the live room soundproof?”

Seunghyun swallows hard, watching the way you bite your lip, still stroking him. In one swift motion, he grabs you by both of your forearms and stands from his seat, tugging you along with him towards the live recording room. He pulls you into the room with him, slamming the door closed as he moves in on you, pinning you to the wall so he can kiss you deeply. Your hand slips between your bodies so you can still work him steadily.

The first moan he releases is muffled by the kiss, so you break free and kiss along his jaw, biting gently every so often to try to coax it from him. When you twist your hand over him, stroking a little faster, he groans, grabbing onto your hips firm enough to bruise them. You know he isn’t going to last much longer, so switch places with him, pressing his back to the wall so you can drop to your knees.

With full range of motion now, you take Seunghyun’s into your mouth halfway, bobbing your head and stoking in time. One of his hands grips your shoulder, as if for balance, while his other hand curls around the hem of his shirt, lifting it so he can watch you from above. He loosens up enough to let his moans be heard – rich and smooth, he moans your name, mixed between a few swears.

When you drop your hand from him, instead grabbing onto his hips, you take him deeper into your mouth, moving faster and faster, humming around him to urge him onward. You can feel him throbbing on your tongue, so you pull him from your mouth, opting to press a few kisses along his shaft while you listen to his moans grow throatier. You take him into your hand again, stroking faster, knowing he’s just on the edge – to give him the final push, you slip his tip back between your lips, sucking harshly until finally he throws his head back against the wall and spills into your mouth.

“Fuck, baby!” he moans. “Oh, my god.”

You swallow everything, licking him clean and watching the way his body twitches with each touch of your tongue. As soon as you finish, you look up at him, wiping your mouth with your fingers and licking them clean. Seunghyun’s eyes are darkened, and you know he’s going to fulfill the vague threat from earlier.

Seunghyun tucks himself back into his pants, buttoning up quickly before he grabs you, dragging you to your feet and swapping places with you again. When he kisses you, he seems desperate to taste himself on your tongue, soft groans escaping his throat as his tongue touches everything it can reach. You can feel his hands working your jeans and panties down your hips, stopping at your thighs before he finally lowers to his knees.

“Did you plan all of this?” he asks, looking up at you as he works your jeans lower, struggling to pull one leg free from the clothing. “You didn’t care about seeing your brother...you just wanted to see me, didn’t you?”

“Mhm,” you hum, nodding your head as he hooks one of your legs over his shoulder. You brace yourself against the wall with one hand, threading the fingers of your other hand through his hair.

“You got this wet just from giving me head?” he asks, his eyelids heavy as he peers up at you again. You nod slowly in response, and watch as he plants a quick kiss to your inner thigh, eyes still on you – his eyes look different than you’ve ever seen them, almost as though he’s trying to play soft and innocent like you had done. “You really need me, don’t you?” he asks, his fingers tracing through your folds, just barely touching your clit to make you whimper. “I’ll take care of you, baby. I know you’re just aching for me. It’s been, what, three days?”

Seunghyun has never teased you like this before. Usually, there wasn’t much talking between the two of you while you were together, but you’d always wanted to try, envisioning the way his voice would sound while he said filthy things to you. You let out a huff of breath, feeling your legs trembling when he hasn’t even touched you yet.

When Seunghyun slips one finger inside of you, his mouth immediately presses to your clit, teasing with the tip of his tongue. You pull in a deep breath, watching him close his eyes as he tongues you, acting as though he loves it more than you do. His finger pumps into you all the way to his knuckle, now sucking on your clit.

“Fuck, Seunghyun,” you mutter, your knees buckling.

“Mhm,” he hums, pumping a little faster, and suddenly slipping his middle finger inside of you as well. Your hips buck against his face, and he laughs against you, his mouth opening so he can flick his tongue over your clit – the sensation of him breathing hard against you, panting as he eats you out, makes your head reel.

When his fingers curl inside of you, pressing that spot within you, the moan that you let out is needier than you thought possible. You fist his hair and bring your other hand to grab onto his shoulder to support your weight. You moan over and over, pleading with him and saying his name as if it’s all you know. Seunghyun chuckles against you, amused at the way you’re acting, which you assume is fair based on what you did to start all of this.

“I’m gonna–fuck, Seunghyun! I’m–”

“Mhm,” he hums against you, fingers pumping harder and faster.

It’s never been like this – desperate and needy, sloppy. Maybe you were both waiting for the other to take the next step. You’d have to ask him later, because now your vision begins to blur, your legs trembling as you feel your climax building faster.

You grind yourself against him, moaning and whimpering like you never have. The sound feels louder in the walls of the booth, and you can feel your eyes watering, sensations overwhelming you. Seunghyun eats you like a man possessed, like he’ll never have another opportunity – like he needs you.

“Fuck!” you moan, your climax hitting you hard.

Seunghyun keeps going, working every bit of it from you so you can ride the high as fully as possible. His other hand grips you hard to support you as he feels your knees begin to buckle and give out. You can’t focus on anything other than the waves of pleasure coursing through your entire body, moaning and whimpering his name.

When he finally slows to a stop, he carefully eases your leg from his shoulder, making sure you can stand on your shaky legs as he looks up at you. Your eyes focus on his face, watching him wipe his mouth on the inside of his shirt as he stares up at you with awe in his eyes. You hope that you return the admiration in your own gaze, but your body still trembles as you try to regulate.

“Your legs are trembling,” Seunghyun points out, his hands gently rubbing them. You try to come up with something sarcastic to say in response, but your mind is blank from anything except him. He places his hands on the back of your thighs, tugging you so you are on your knees in front of him now. He kisses you deeply, and you have the opportunity to kiss him like he did you, tasting yourself in every corner of his mouth. When the kiss stops, he grasps your jaw softly, stroking his thumb over your lips as you both stare into one another’s eyes. “Do you want to stay over tonight?” he asks, his voice so soft.

“You want to have a sleepover?” you tease, kissing his cheek.

“We could have dinner,” he says. “Maybe watch a movie. I know we don’t usually do that sort of thing, but…I thought we could try something different.” You bite your lip when you see the anticipation in his eyes, as though he thinks you’re going to tell him you’re not interested. You lean in to kiss him on the corner of his mouth before you answer.

“That sounds nice,” you smile. “Of course I’ll stay with you.” Seunghyun grins wider, leaning in to kiss you again.

“You guys are so cute!”

The voice that rings out over the intercom of the booth scares you both, sending you scrambling away from one another as if you were on fire. Seunghyun’s eyes are wide, and you hurry to pull your jeans back on, out of view of the person on the other side of the window in the control room. Seunghyun stands up, peering through the window, a flush hitting his cheeks.

“I think we could mix some of these moans into a backing track,” the voice goes on, and you recognize it finally – Daesung.

“Fuck,” you grumble, finally fully clothed again so you can stand and join Seunghyun in looking through the window. Both Daesung and Taeyang are standing in the control room, laughing maniacally as they see the expressions on your faces.

“You assholes!” Seunghyun exclaims, his tone whiny and angry at once. “You didn’t record that, did you? Jiyong will kill us if–”

“No, we didn’t,” Taeyang says, calming his laughter enough to speak. “But you should really be more careful. Jiyong is in the booth down the hall, and he could have just as easily caught you.” Seunghyun sighs, taking your hand gently as he leads you from the booth and back into the control room.

“So, how long has this been going on?” Daesung asks, gesturing between the two of you.

“Do you pay my bills?” you ask, knitting your eyebrows together as you peer back at Daesung.

“No…” he answers, visibly confused.

“Then, it’s not your business what I do, is it?”

“Don’t push them, baby,” Seunghyun warns, laughing quietly.

“Oh, it’s ‘baby’, is it?” Daesung laughs. “It must really be serious.”

Seunghyun spends the next several minutes trying to convince his bandmates to keep your secret, begging and offering them whatever they wanted in exchange for their silence. You tune out, too focused on Seunghyun still holding your hand, fingers laced with yours. You focus on Daesung’s teasing of the nature of your relationship, and the way Seunghyun didn’t correct him. And most importantly, you focus on your night with Seunghyun, and what else will come of your relationship.

[moonstruckme]

Hiya love, I’ve got a little Carmy idea? If it makes it out the gulag, then brilliant. If not, then at least it’s a nice little thought for us, eh? So I was thinking, maybe it’s set in season one and the reader worked at the bear back when it was the beef. So when Carmy joins, the reader could be on holiday leave or time off to grieve Mikey or something, and when Carmy’s changing everything up Richie can be all ‘big dog won’t like this’ and everyone, even Tina keeps making comments about big dog (the reader). Then! Like a week later or something, the reader comes back to work and she’s all meek and mellow and lovely, and Carmy’s just petrified of her because she’s ’the big dog’ but it turns out everyone just calls her that because she quite literally just has a big dog? Feel absolutely free to ignore the ramble, but if it sparks any creative flow at all, I’d be barking like dog for ya (pun intended this time lol). Hope you’re well, love you lots, have a great day :)

Thank you angel, hope you have a great day too! <3

cw: mention of past death, grief kinda skimmed over but there

Carmy Berzatto x fem!reader ♡ 932 words

Carmy is ready for a fight. He’s had to be ready every day since he started running The Beef, really, a fight always crops up whether he’s ready or not, but today he’s extra prepared. He hears the back door open as he’s doing inventory, and he gets all geared up. 

This is his restaurant now. His shitshow. Carmy can run it into the ground if he wants to—and he doesn’t want to, but he could, that’s basically what was happening anyway, and the point is that now it’s his. No matter what anybody fucking says, no matter how the back of the house rags on him, he’s—

“Oh. Hi.” 

You look surprised to see him. And Carmy thought he was ready for you, but he’s surprised too. You don’t…maybe he’s about to eat his words, but you don’t look like a Big Dog. You’re not what he was expecting. 

“Hi,” he says. 

“You must be Carmy.” He can see your eyes roving his face, looking for Mikey. A lot of people have been doing that lately. 

Carmy never thought they looked much like brothers. Some people said it was in their mouths, though Mikey’s smiled more. Some people said they sounded the exact same, but only when they were angry. Whatever you find, you offer a faint smile at the end. It’s confusing. 

“Yeah,” Carmy says awkwardly. “You’re early.” 

“I like to come in a little early,” you say by way of explanation. Feet taking you to your station as if by muscle memory, your eyes still on Carmy’s. “Used to be the only one. Is there anything I can help with?” 

“Uh, sure. Four cups of cheese.” 

“Oh it, chef.” You salute, heading towards the pantry. 

Carmy eyes you as you walk back to your station and start shredding. He was ready for a fight, but he doesn’t know what he’s getting into now. Is this some kind of fucking psychological warfare? 

All week, it’s been ooh, Big Dog won’t like that. Just wait ‘til Big Dog gets back. You really wanna fuck with Big Dog’s system? Digging your own grave, Jeff. Big Dog, Big Dog, Big Dog. Carmy doesn’t know exactly what he was anticipating, but it wasn’t you. He guesses appearances don’t mean everything. Tina can be fucking terrifying when she wants to, too. 

“So,” you say, shredding calmly, “how are you?” 

Carmy frowns. “Huh?” 

You look up. Something in his expression puts a worried pinch between your brows. “Sorry, was that too personal?” you ask, and though Carmy waits for the mocking tone he doesn’t hear it. “I just mean, with everything with your brother, and then taking on this place, and the total restructuring, it has to be a lot. I’m sure…” You look at him again, biting your tongue. “But, sorry, we don’t even know each other. I don’t mean to pry.” 

“It’s fine,” he finds himself saying. Which, it’s not really, but you keep fucking apologizing. It’s making him squirm. “Yeah, it’s…it’s been a fucking trip.” 

You nod compassionately. “I’m sure. Listen, I know it’s not the same, but Mikey was like family to a lot of us.” It’s something Carmy’s heard a lot recently. Sometimes in accusatory tones, usually making jealousy rise like bile in his throat, but something about the way you say it sounds different. It’s sincere, like an offering. Like company. 

“If there’s anything you need,” you go on, “you can let me know. I mean, it seems like you’ve already got this place running better than it ever did.” You look around the room appreciatively. Admiring the clean kitchen, which used to be spotted everywhere with rust stains and globs of old food. “But I’m always happy to take on more if you’ve got stuff.” 

Carmy looks at you. Your lips are curved in a faint smile, eyes soft and warm. He can’t find one thing about you that looks insincere. 

He’s about to say sure, the s a breath on his tongue, when the door bangs open. 

“Big Dog!” Richie shouts. 

“Hey!” Your grin widens. You allow yourself to be pulled roughly into a side hug. “Good to see you, Rich. How’re you holding up?” 

“Eh.” Richie shrugs, false insouciance twisting his expression. But his eyes are tender for you. “You know.” 

“Yeah.” You bump his shoulder lightly, careful to keep your hands clean. “I get it.” 

“Why Big Dog?” Carmy blurts. 

You and Richie both look at him in confusion. 

“What?” Richie asks. 

“Why…” Carmy shakes his head, baffled. “Why does everyone call you Big Dog?” 

“Oh.” You laugh. It’s maybe the best thing Carmy’s heard all week, which is just fucking disorienting. “You mean because of Gladys?” 

“Gladys?” Carmy echoes. 

“Fucking rottweiler, cousin,” says Richie. “Big fucking dog.” 

“I know what a rottweiler is,” Carmy nearly snaps. His gaze whips to you. It’s a common enough tone for him—Richie always brings it out—but he finds he doesn’t want to raise his voice so much with you around to hear. If you notice, though, you don’t seem to think much of it. “You aren’t a rottweiler.” 

“But she has a rottweiler, man.” Richie slaps him on the shoulder, scoffing. “Get over it. It’s a nickname!” 

“It’s a fucking stupid nickname.” Carmy does snap this time, regretting it when your eyebrows raise. 

He’s about to backtrack—you’re not stupid, obviously you’re not stupid, but Richie is the stupidest motherfucker Carmy ever had the misfortune of meeting—when he sees the smile playing on your lips. 

You shrug, light as anything. “Guess you’ll have to give me a new one then.”

[karmaaiza]

This. This is it. This is why no matter whatever duo comes along, Veterans will always be my number one favorite. Veterans, Wallflower duo, whatever name you wanna use.

They may not have been the types to see each other every day, but nearly every time they were both online, either Fit would go to Phil's or Phil would go to Fit's. They were always finding each other, always spending some time together even if it was just for a little bit before Fit had to leave, or Phil needed to get a quest done.

And as great as all of this is. Showing how close Phil and Fit were with the possession and hardcore lore arcs. I can't say I care about that nearly as much as every single time before it, or the other things that happened outside of it.

I didn't watch Fit, so I don't know who he told about his secret room, but a point that he made to do was to tell Phil about it. He gave him a timeframe that he would be asleep for, letting Phil know WHERE he was supposed to be, so if something happened to him, PHIL COULD KNOW AND HOPEFULLY FIND HIM.

TW: Forever

I think some people forget this a lot because both the memory of Forever is sour, but also a lot was happening during the happy pills arc. People who look back on this typically remember that Phil worked with Bad and Cellbit to turn both Pac and Forever back to normal, and how bad the interaction between Pac and Fit felt.

But the most important part of that time for me is when Phil first learnt that this was happening. When Forever pulled him off to the side to talk to him, and Phil and Fit might have shared a look, there may have been a message I can't remember, but Fit spent that entire conversation sneaking around, being unseen but nearby and listening, so he could grasp the situation fully and so that he could be there to back Phil up if he needed to. All I can remember is Forever finally leaving, finally getting far enough away, and just the sound of Fit falling down from the tree and Phil asking him if he heard all of that.

Even more so, just a couple of days after the egg event STARTED. When the code monster, who we all called "God" at the time (I still do to be honest), launched after Phil, and he ran all the way back to spawn barely injured, and the second Fit was told what was going on, he didn't even think about consequences or anything. It was only "My friend is being attacked. God or not, I'm going to help him".

THEY GOT WARNED TO DO SOMETHING FOR GOD, AND THEN THEY WENT ON A FUCKING ADVENTURE WITH BADBOYHALO AND ALL OF THEIR CHILDREN

THATS NOT EVEN TOUCHING MOMENTS OUTSIDE OF QSMP. THEY WERE AT EACH OTHERS SIDES THE ENTIRE TIME DURING JSMP, AND THEY KEEP MEETING UP ANYTIME THEYRE BOTH ON THE REALM TOGETHER

But on qsmp specifically... Whether there are gods involved, whether they're going to rob materials from a plane, whether they're going on an adventure to rob some ships, fight off possession, sleep for week to find memories, find out how to save their friends, whatever.

No matter what, in the end, it's always them. Ride or die, but dying isn't something either of them are willing to do.

They know each other like the back of their own hands. A deadly combination, one that had to be separated forcefully in purgatory because they would have been too good together in a life or death match.

My favorite underrated duo of qsmp. The only other underrated group I think of all the time is Fit, Phil, and Bad, they can literally take up space in my brain for eternity, I do not care

Hold on I need to be mentally ill about Veterans Duo for a minute here.

When I was rewatching Phil's lore from Birdhouse to the end of the Ender King Possession Arc, I realized that every single time. EVERY. SINGLE. TIME. Something happens, Fit is the FIRST person Phil confides in.

He does it when he tells him about the Birdhouse.

He does it when Rose makes her first appearance in the back of Lullah's garden.

He does it when Ender King makes his first appearance with the amethyst in the bunker and the whole setup in Missa's shark tank. Fit is the first and only non-egg he name-drops Ender King to.

Not part of the lore I'm talking about, but he does it when he checks the bunker during the Election Banquet to see that Chayanne & Lullah are at home sleeping like he told them to be, thus confirming the Chayanne & Lullah at the Banquet are imposters. Fit is the first person he shows the picture of the real ones sleeping.

And every fucking time, Fit unconditionally believes him, drops everything he's doing to find Phil and listen to him and reassure him. Every time Phil apologizes or downplays his own distress, Fit rebuffs and insists he's right and it's okay and what he's feeling is real, at least to him, and that's important. Phil isn't burdening him.

When Phil tells him about the Birdhouse? He believes him. When they see if the Birdhouse is still where it should be and it's not? Fit still believes him. He says he's not the type to hallucinate and make things up.

When Rose's flowers and horse skull portrait are gone when Phil brings him and Pac back there to see it? Fit still believes him. He even says Phil wouldn't lie about something like this. An almost exact repeat of what he said about the Birdhouse.

When it becomes apparent that only Phil could see the amethyst and other items from Ender King, and when they disappear completely? Fit believes him. And he doesn't question or downplay anything to do with Ender King. He accepts what Phil is saying, period.

The trust between them is SO STRONG. The fact that Phil is very much the type you have to twist his arm to make him confess what's stressing him out because he chronically tries to shoulder it all himself to avoid burdening anyone because he's insistent that he has to be strong enough to handle things on his own (something deeply rooted in him due to his Hardcore nature). And yet. Without fail, he will confide in Fit immediately. And without fail, Fit comes running, listens fully, validates it all, and promises to do what he can to help.

Veterans Duo makes me fucking insane man.

[dronarryfest]

Dronarry Fest 2025 | Week Two Roundup

Week two done! Remember to give our wonderful creators love with your kudos and comments ❤️ We'll be back on Monday!

PODFIC

🚲 Bike Dream by @dodgerkedavra | E | @cailynwrites

Draco’s going to learn to ride a bike if it’s the last thing he does.

I’ve been listening to this on my commute to and from work and it’s been delightful! Love your narration and how you voice all the characters. Just beautiful! - @erin-orolin

I’m only on chapter two but your voice is clear and wonderful, and the life and love you have brought to this story are audible. Can’t wait to listen to the rest! ❤️🎉 - @chiquita-3

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FIC

🎇 the lonesome crowded west | E | @garagepaperback

A western romance featuring: a magical rodeo, sunsets in Utah, a dragon named Pill-bug, stolen beer and paper plate dinners, pining, Ron Weasley as a barebacking cowboy, a constantly shoe-less Draco Malfoy, and a too-much, two-palms-full sort of love.

this was a little sun kissed masterpiece. how did you even do this? the tension of harry’s want—felt it in every beat. deserts, heat, dragons bucking, FIREWORKS— big gay monuments of desire just making it all so enormous. and an incredible crescendo followed by such a balm of peace and calm. i loved this so much! - @twnkwlf-writes

ohh I loved this, absolute perfection! The tension between them 🫠 and your writing is always so vivid. So good! - @erin-orolin

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🍻 One More Round | E | @erin-orolin

Draco last saw Potter three years ago, when he disappeared off to New York with Draco’s crushed heart in hand. Potter’s back—but things in London are different now. Draco and Ron quit the Aurors, opened a pub together, and basically became each other’s new best friend. Draco’s determined to keep his head this time. No falling for Potter’s friendliness, or his tactile nature, and definitely no flirting. Absolutely no sex… honestly.

Love this so much! ❤️ It was just the perfect thing to re-read when my jetlag woke me up at three am lol They're so soft and sweet with each other and you know Ron's and Draco's friendship in this is just one of my absolute favourite things! - @willowingscribe

Aaahhhh 😩 I’ll never get over your fics. Doesn’t matter the pairing, the tropes, the content, I’m always addicted and left amazed. This was so cozy and hot and everyone’s characterizations were stunning. - SweetheartAurora

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🖋️ Reach Out And Touch Faith | M | @the_prettiest_w0lf_star

Where did this book come from? Did my mother send this to me? She said before returning to Hogwarts that I should start writing a journal and that it might help me. I don't know how this works exactly and I'm pretty sure I like to do this, but if I don't get it out soon, I'll scream. So here goes nothing.

Aah I loved this!! Such an original way to show the relationship between these three! And it was so fun too, I loved their banter, the intermissions with the letters, AND THAT ENDING WAS PERFECT OMG I was laughing and squealing what a delight, thank you for sharing !! - @galaxostars

oi! this was an absolutely delightful story! I am a sucker for the banter, for the romance of it all, the way that they're very them throughout it - shewritesmaybe

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🧖‍♂️ Uncovering the myth | E | @galaxostars

Draco has heard the rumours: Ron is packing one down there. He's obsessed with finding out the truth, Harry never hears the end of it. But will Draco succeed in his investigations? And how?

Oh my god. That… was horny. Horniest fic award and also horny jail for you 😂😂 this was full of hot shenanigans, delicious pining, juicy drama, and an oral fixation kink I hope Draco never kicks. Sheesh! Also shout out to both Harry and Draco sitting on Ron’s thighs. After this fest, I’m going to need that as a Dronarry staple because it’s so good! Amazing writing and storytelling, you’ve absolutely nailed your prompt (pun intended) - @schmem14

This is kind of the best thing I’ve read all year… AND ITS STILL MARCH!! The way you write them is so *chefs kiss* so so in love with all three of them in your writing! May have ignited something in me related to Draco’s fixation… can’t get it out of my mind! Love it so much - princewolfgang

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[delight-angelsbliss]

Hi hi hi!!

My name is Nina/Weewoo,and I saw that your requests were open and I really like your style of writing,so don't mind if I do!!

Can I request some Metal Sonic x Eggman's child!reader (they're g/n if that's okay!) Headcanons?

Like what would Metal be like if he (somehow) fell inlove with Eggman's child? Maybe he was programmed with the thought of protecting them and that developped into love?? Maybe they could have a secret relationship? (Because,let's be honest here,Dr.Ivo Robotnik would probably NOT support this...)

And maybe what is Metal's reaction to Eggman finding out?? (Or maybe Eggman's reaction to them dating in secret,if you're willing??)

Anyways,enough yapping!! I hope you enjoy writing this prompt!!

Don't forget to eat,drink and take breaks!!

Stay proud,

-Nina <33

Precis: egg man's child x metal sonic

Warning: isolation

Notes: finally writing again!! Seeing tiktokers and youtubers say to treat your mom well but then go on to treat her like she's nothing and subtly make fun of them for not knowing a language of the country they're in makes every part of me seethe... Btw do u think eggmans child would be a human or hybrid?? These are a bit shorter seeing to my current situation

Metal sonic isn't one to easily fall in love... Or with his creators child. When metal first saw you, he saw you as someone to protect, not to love. The more metal was with you, the one sided conversations, the late nights. He was there for it all. Metal sonic felt indifferent to it all, he knew you had your bad days. He knew when you needed protection. Metal sonic was assigned to protect you on many occasions, yet it always felt weirdly intimate. The way you clung to him when danger was evident, your full trust, He thought it was so endearing... Endearing? He knew it was wrong, loving his creators child.

Metal sonic didn't know if he could ever confess to you (I mean). He didn't know if you would even like him back. When you did confess, he was ecstatic, even if he technically couldn't feel emotions. You told him to keep it a secret because of your father, knowing he would most likely lash out and turn him into scrap metal. Metal sonic knows how risky this is, but it didn't matter as long as he has someone he loves greatly, someone he will never let go. The first few weeks were the hardest, since you two were at a honeymoon phase, you were the most affectionate towards each other and there many close calls of your father finding you two cuddling, holding hands etc. When somebody questioned why he was with you so much; you simply answered that you were scared of a hostage situation, seeing as it was pretty common for you.

Metal sonic, unlike with anybody else, was gentle with you. You were still the one to protect, so he saw to it that he always was by your side. The one you both could confide in; orbot, was always there to cover for you two. Sadly, he would tell his co-worker/best friend; cubot, who's can't keep a secret. Orbot tried his best to make it work, shushing him, making lies beforehand etc. But sooner or later, cubot would plapper. For now, all you could do was continue your forbidden love with a robot. Love is love, your father has to understand that. Your love for metal sonic would never ever change, if he didn't understand that then surely you'd be better off in a place with more support.

The first time your dad found out, he decided to keep quiet. He started leaving you alone, isolating you from your boyfriend. Slowly, you were isolated from everyone. Every robot. Every person. Every mobian. He knew this was cruel, leaving his child all alone, but what could he do?! Who knows who you'll fall in love with next. Strict parents raise sneaky kids, as they say, in true rebellious fashion; you started sneaking out and sneaking metal sonic in. No matter how cruel your father would become, you'd be stronger.