#but those ones up at the top are definitely always there

[yourstrulyrani]

Omgg imagine a reader who is obsessed with simons arms. Like veins and biceps and everything. I feel like he would try to be humble but loves teasing her with flexing them

husband!simon x wife!reader ~ you love simon's biceps, and simon loves the way you love them. a/n: as someone who has an unhealthy obsession with biceps this is so me HAHA (also to 🌊, i saw ur request too and am working on it!! ♥︎)

You are obsessed with Simon's body.

Being in the army, you know your husband's body is built for it. You were astonished at how much muscle he gained over the time you've been with him. Currently, he stands at 6'4 and weighs in at a mean 250 pounds. He trains well and you make sure you feed him even better whenever he gets off deployment because you know he has a habit of missing meals when he's away for work. His legs are strong, every muscle prominent and his thighs are thick. His torso is so wide it covers you up whenever he's lying on top of you or hugging you. You make sure to compliment his body whenever you can. You love complimenting your man just as much as he loves to act humble about his build.

Sometimes it's like...

"Simon, you're so huge. I love it." You say as you massage your husband's sore shoulders, straddling the back of his legs while he lies on his stomach on the couch. "It's nothing, lovie. Just comes with the job." He dismisses your praise, but hides his blush by looking away from you and hiding his face into the crease of his inner elbow.

Or sometimes it's...

"Baby, did you get more buff over deployment?" Your hands move up and down his torso, and you can most definitely feel the change in the definition of his abs because you can feel them through his shirt. "I guess so, doll?" He gives you a shy smile, "It's nothing, though, really. Probably some extra muscle because of the missions." He takes the hands that were roaming around his torso and places them up to his lips, kissing your wrists. "I missed you, sweet girl."

Albeit, your most favorite part about your man is his arms.

Specifically his biceps. You catch yourself staring at the way his veins start from his hands and end up at his biceps. When he's away for deployment, you manage doing the heavy lifting like moving the coffee table while cleaning or carrying multiple grocery bags in each hand. But when Simon is off deployment, you make sure to put those arms to use every single time you can. Simon doesn't mind either. If anything, he loves it and wants to be of help for you. He vacuums with one hand and lifts the coffee table with the other, he takes in all the grocery bags in one trip, and chops the wood for the fireplace without you ever asking to do it.

Simon caught on very early in your relationship that you had some sort of obsession with his arms, and he makes sure to act upon it. He may act all humble, but he loves the way you vocalize your love for his body and the way you look at him too. He loves to use his arms whenever he can, always looking for an opportunity to show himself off to his sweetheart of a wife.

One day, you ordered two bags of soil for your garden. Before you could carry them inside, Simon stopped you at the doorway, "I got you, lovie." He rolled up the sleeves to his already short-sleeved shirt, pushing them up to his shoulders. He took one bag in each of his arms. All you could do in the moment was stare at the way his arms flexed dangerously. Even with one of his arms tattooed fully, you could still see the curve of his bicep and the veins that adorned it. You were caught out of your daze when you heard him ask sweetly, "Do you want these in the backyard?" You nodded with your mouth open, still focusing on the bulge of his arms. Before heading over to the backyard, he passes you a cheeky wink. He knows as much as you do how good his biceps look, and he loves you for it. "You know, if you take a picture it'll last longer."

He walks over to you, bags still in his hold, and places a kiss to your lips before heading over to the backyard.

Tease.

The next day, when you ask him to grab your phone, he checks out your change of wallpaper: Asleep on the couch shirtless is Simon lying on his back, tattooed bicep and gorgeous torso visible in the frame with your cat on his lap.*

*i specifically thought of this gorgeous drawing by @bitterrfruit for reference. if you're seeing this arabella, i love your writing and art you are so, in the best way possible, disgustingly talented.

~ yours truly, rani ♥︎

[iknow-youknow-hyunho]

feels so good (minsung x afab!reader)

Rating: Explicit (minors DO NOT INTERACT!)

Pairing: Lee Minho x Han Jisung x Reader – reader is AFAB, I used they/them pronouns when pronouns were unavoidable + there is no description of the reader’s appearance or body (except for naming body parts, referred to as “pussy” and “breasts”)

Word count: ~14,5k

Summary: You go to a party at the SKZ dorms, play some party games, and things take a somewhat unexpected twist at the end of the night.

Content warnings: alcohol + drinking games (but no one is particularly drunk), explicit language, handjobs, fingering, oral sex (f & m receiving), P in V sex, scratching, light spanking, use of pet names (“baby”, “kitten”)

Author’s note: this is my first SKZ fic, I hope you enjoy <3 would appreciate any and all feedback! Use protection and don’t forget to pee after sex if u have a vagina xoxo.

It was party night with Stray Kids. You were looking forward to this, but you were also quite nervous. You hadn’t been a part of their close circle for very long yet and you’d only partied with them a couple of times before in that time period. Their schedules didn’t often allow for very much time off, especially with all eight of them being free on the same evening and the next day as well. This was one of those rare instances in which they all had an entire weekend off, so you knew what that meant.

Yes, the boys were all in their twenties, but they still often acted like a group of rowdy teenagers, and if you were honest, this was one of the things you loved most about them. You liked that they didn’t take things too seriously, that they enjoyed games and having fun and doing whatever it was they felt like without worrying about what anyone else thought. They were pretty accustomed to acting silly on camera already, but especially in the privacy of their own homes, they really didn’t hold back. You enjoyed being around that kind of energy because you had always struggled to fully let out your crazy, playful side. But simply by being around them for a couple of months at this point, you were slowly starting to loosen up. And so tonight would be good. You just hoped that you could leave your worries behind and let yourself fully enjoy the chaos.

Of course it didn’t help that you had a massive crush on Minho, of all people, and were mortified of him finding out. He was so hard to read and it was definitely taking him the longest out of everyone to really thaw to you, although you did get along fairly well by now. But it just hadn’t quite reached that place of effortless ease yet that you’d gotten to naturally with most of the others – some more so than the rest. You got along particularly well with Jisung and Hyunjin and had become very comfortable being your true self around them. The rest of the group even joked around that you were Minho’s unofficial Paboracha replacement member when he wasn’t around, which happened occasionally. He was fond of quiet alone time just as much as he loved hanging out with the rest of the gang, which was something you could relate to and yet another reason you felt drawn to him. But you were very afraid of being laughed at should he find out how you felt. You knew him well enough to be pretty sure he would never be so cruel, even if he didn’t reciprocate your feelings, but your stupid anxiety-riddled brain still loved to present you with worst-case scenarios that you couldn’t quite disregard.

On top of that, you genuinely weren’t sure if there was something romantic going on between him and Jisung and did not want to cause problems if there was. Stray Kids were all fairly open with each other in terms of physical and emotional closeness – and had, at least partially, begun to include you in that, which you loved. They were like this even more so when the cameras were off, but you still didn’t know if there were any relationship boundaries that you weren’t aware of and did not want to unintentionally step on anyone’s toes. So needless to say, you felt there was a lot at stake.

You didn’t think it was completely unrealistic that your crush would come out at some point tonight, even though you hadn’t explicitly confessed it to anybody yet. The group was very used to teasing each other, didn’t seem to have many secrets between them, and was extremely good at reading each other – not surprising, given the sheer amount of time everyone spent together. Add alcohol and party games to the mix and the chances became exponentially higher of your secret seeing the light of day. You knew that none of the boys would ever cross any boundaries if you seriously set them and told them you didn’t want to talk about something, but you were afraid your behavior would give you away regardless. Still, you were excited for a night of fun and craziness with your eight favorite people, and you didn’t want to let your worries take that away from you.

As you were making your way over to the dorms, specifically Felix and Seungmin’s, which had been decided on as the location for tonight’s party, your phone buzzed. Minho had just texted the group chat that he would be running late, as he was still taking care of a few things. At first, disappointment washed over you. You were very much looking forward to seeing him – even if the interactions between you two didn’t always flow as easily as you wanted, just being around him made you happy. But when you thought about it a little longer, you realized this could be a good thing. It could give you a chance to loosen up and get used to the atmosphere enough to hopefully get out of your head and into the moment as much as possible by the time he got there. With that slight bit of relief in mind, you quickened your pace as you got off the subway and soon arrived at the SKZ dorms, where Felix buzzed you in once you texted him that you were downstairs. He was waiting to greet you at the door of his dorm with an enormous grin on his face and you felt your heart warm instantly at the sight.

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It was a couple of drinks, some chatting and a few quick games into the night. The atmosphere was light-hearted, everyone was loose and laughing, and you could tell the general consensus was to spice things up a little bit. And so you weren’t particularly surprised when Felix suggested playing Truth or Dare. It was a game that combined everything he loved: seeing his best friends be silly as well as bonding over shared secrets and anecdotes. Jisung, a lover of chaos, shouted his agreement quickly once Felix brought up the suggestion. Jeongin and Chan pretended like they didn’t want to play at first, but you knew from experience that once the game started, Chan could never hide his genuine laugh at the antics, while Jeongin’s appalled face in situations like these was always put on and he was, in fact, enjoying himself. The two of them alone couldn’t override the rest of the group’s wishes regardless. Even if they’d truly wanted to – one look at Felix’s pleading pout would turn anyone weak.

And so Seungmin began smirking while Changbin rubbed his hands together in glee as you all settled in a circle. Some of you sat on the floor, some on the sofas and armchairs that stood around where the coffee table usually was; it had been moved to the side for tonight. Hyunjin plopped down onto a big armchair, pulling you with him. He casually rested his arms on top of your legs as you draped them across his. Once everyone had settled you made eye contact with Felix, whose eyes glinted from the other side of the circle, before he shifted them to look at the man sitting with you.

“Hyunjin, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Hyunjin smirked, radiating confidence, his facial expression basically begging Felix to do his worst. But it was Felix, and Felix was an angel who took every opportunity to see his friends be cute with each other, so he started the game off by daring Hyunjin to kiss anyone of his choosing on the cheek. You groaned in mock annoyance as Hyunjin shifted your legs off of him in order to fulfill his dare, but just before he could, Felix told him to wait and ran out of the room quickly. When he returned he was carrying red lipstick, which he handed to his friend. The latter took it from him reluctantly and Felix grinned in delight.

While Hyunjin was applying the lipstick, Changbin couldn’t stop himself from shouting out how beautiful he looked and proceeding to offer himself repeatedly and quite enthusiastically as the “kiss victim”. This earned him a light punch on the arm from Jisung, who was next to him on the ground. Hyunjin threw his head back, laughing out loud, and shot Changbin a grin before kneeling down next to Jeongin instead. Changbin crossed his arms and sent a mock-offended pout Hyunjin’s way, but he couldn’t hold his giggle back for long at the scene that was unfolding.

Jeongin was protesting vehemently and wailing as Hyunjin got closer and closer to him, straining his neck to move his head as far away as possible. But he couldn’t prevent the inevitable, and when Hyunjin gave him a big smacker on the cheek, leaving a bright red mark, the smile on his face spoke for itself – as did the overjoyed expressions on everyone else’s. Chan reached over to pinch a fake-pouty Jeongin’s other cheek, delighted. You found yourself grinning as well as a red-lipped Hyunjin returned to the armchair and you made space for him to get back into his earlier position, draping your legs back over his body and reaching up to run your hand over his hair affectionately as you did.

Hyunjin proceeded to dare Changbin to freestyle a sexy dance, which he gladly did, quickly hijacking the playlist in order to play one of his favorite girl group songs. Then he strutted into the center of the group, half-drunk beer in hand, and gave it his all, finishing his little dance off with a hip thrust and wink in Hyunjin’s direction. The latter couldn’t stop laughing in delight the entire time – you could feel his entire body vibrating from it and it made you giggle uncontrollably as well.

You took a moment to appreciate the pure positive energy in this room. Jeongin was still shielding his eyes from when Changbin had shaken his butt in his direction; Felix was grinning from ear to ear; Jisung was doubled over in tears from laughter. You felt so warm and fuzzy inside, surrounded by your favorite people. Only Minho was missing to complete this moment. But he would be here soon, and for now everything was going as you had hoped: you were feeling quite relaxed.

Despite that, you had still decided to stick to dares for now in order to avoid any potentially awkward questions, so when Changbin picked you to go next, he ended up daring you to sing a part of one of SKZ’s songs. You groaned and smacked your hand against your forehead, knowing full well you were about to embarrass yourself. But then again – these boys embarrassed themselves all the time. And you loved them for it. Time to steer into the chaos, then. You cleared your throat exaggeratedly, then proceeded to rap Felix’s part in “Maze of Memories”, complete with a fake deep voice and terrible Australian accent, dancing around on your armchair with Hyunjin while everyone else cheered and pumped their fists.

Next you dared Jisung to close his eyes and let Seungmin feed him something without knowing what it would be. This earned you a smile from Seungmin that could only be described as pure evil before he went and got a slice of lemon to stick in Jisung’s mouth. The latter’s expression was priceless as he bit into it.

As the game wore on, your cheeks began to almost hurt from laughter. More truths and dares were flung around the group, among them: Chan eating a spoonful of hot sauce, which made him turn as red as a tomato; Felix shamefully revealing his most recent League of Legends stats; Seungmin reading out his most recent Google searches (some of which were very questionable); Jeongin letting Chan do his hair full of sparkly ribbons and little butterfly clips (no one questioning why Felix had all of these just laying around); Changbin recalling an embarrassing story about a time he’d mistakenly thought someone wanted his autograph, but they’d really just needed his signature on a receipt; Jisung revealing the weirdest place he’d ever had sex, and Hyunjin drawing a silly, purposely bad picture of one of the others and letting everyone guess who it was supposed to be. Eventually you were asked again.

You picked dare, and when Hyunjin dared you to kiss somebody on the lips with a smirk on his face, you ooh-ed right along with the rest of the group, in too good of a mood to overthink anything right now. You glanced around the room at all the boys, but you wanted this to be as comfortable as possible, so you were really only considering your two closest friends for it. And since you didn’t feel like getting lipstick on you right now, you quickly got up off of Hyunjin’s lap and crossed the circle to kneel in front of Jisung. His cheeks turned a light shade of pink as he giggled along with you. You made sure to ask if he was okay with this, and when he nodded you could hear Changbin cackling to one side of you and were well aware of Chan grinning on the other. Then, before you knew it, your lips were on Jisung’s and your hands had found their way into his hair.

Maybe it was the alcohol you’d had – you weren’t really drunk, but definitely tipsy. Or maybe it was a momentary lapse in reason, who knew. But all of a sudden you felt like you were experiencing that cliché shit that’s always described in romance novels or seen in cheesy movies. Like… you genuinely could have sworn that time stopped and the world around you melted away for a second. That was how good it was, and you had not been prepared to feel that way. Jisung’s hair was so fluffy, his lips were so soft, he tasted so sweet, and you wanted to deepen the kiss so badly… but it was over before you knew it, because as soon as his fingers found their way onto the small of your back and you felt his tongue lightly brush your lips, it hit you that you were currently being watched by six other pairs of eyes.

And just like that, the world came back into focus and Changbin’s signature high-pitched giggle penetrated your ears. You pulled away from Jisung and looked at him sheepishly – his mouth was still open, cheeks still flushed. Then you made your way back to the other side of the room. You settled on the floor below the armchair this time, between Hyunjin’s legs, wrapping an arm around one of them as if to ground yourself with it. The rest of the group was laughing and wolf-whistling. You made eye contact with a wide-eyed Han Jisung once more before quickly averting your gaze and clearing your throat when Seungmin reminded you that it was your turn.

“Right,” you laughed, trying desperately to play it cool, and quickly asked Seungmin, who picked dare. You dared him to make what he thought Chan’s orgasm face would look like, earning hysterical laughter and cries of outrage (ahem, Jeongin). Chan himself seemed too stunned to react at all. And just like that your mood began to lighten up once more, though you would have been lying if you’d said you weren’t still thinking about the feel of Jisung’s lips on yours and that little ghost of a touch of his hands on your back. It wasn’t like he’d never touched you before – he did it all the time. But this had been different. Now was not the time though, so you willed yourself to focus on the game. Seungmin had just dared Jeongin to greet Minho like one of his cats once said man arrived. And oh. Right. Minho. There was still Minho to think about. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had been unable to keep your mind off of for months. Mysterious, sexy Minho, who you had forgotten about for a moment there. 

And as if he had known, just then the second oldest of the boys walked through the door. Your stomach did that somersault thing it always did when you saw him. He made eye contact with you as he entered the dorm with an extra six-pack of beers in one hand. Your heart leapt into your throat as you gave him a small wave… and then he was looking down in confusion at a red-faced Jeongin with a kiss mark on his cheek as well as ribbons and clips all over his hair. The maknae was rubbing against Minho’s legs on all fours, eventually even meowing once after the rest of the group begged him to do so. Minho’s confused expression turned into an amused smirk and he bent down to pat the youngest on the head gently. Jeongin blushed and quickly made his way back to his spot on the floor, where he buried his head in his knees. Chan reached over to ruffle his hair and the group’s giggles that seemingly hadn’t stopped all night grew even louder, reverberating around the room.

The game naturally ceased as regular conversation returned. The group caught Minho up to speed on some of what he had missed while he cracked open a beer – though for some reason no one brought up your kiss with Jisung. You certainly weren’t going to. Minho explained that he’d been intending to arrive earlier, but had had a few things to deal with that had been stressing him out. He then declared that he just wanted to relax and catch up on the drinking a little bit, and that was when Felix got that little glimmer in his eyes once more that told you he wanted to play another game – and sure enough, he suggested Never Have I Ever next.

“Come on, we haven’t played this one in ages!” he exclaimed excitedly, looking around the room for approval. Seungmin nodded his agreement as he sat back down on the floor cross-legged; he had just returned from the kitchen with a couple of bowls of chips he placed in the middle for everyone. You quickly grabbed one of them for you and Hyunjin to share. A few of the others agreed enthusiastically as well while reaching for the snacks themselves. You noticed Minho hadn’t reacted to Felix’s suggestion and the younger Australian quickly addressed him. “Come on, hyung, this’ll get you in the party mood!”

Minho had settled beside Jisung by now, the two of them sitting close together at the foot of a sofa, their backs leaning against it, their legs touching. Jisung nudged Minho in the ribs and encouraged him with a playful “Come on, baby!”, which Minho responded to with an eyeroll and a “Fine.” But a crooked little smile graced his lips and Felix clapped happily.

This particular game was one you had never played with the boys before. You were sure there weren’t many secrets between them, so to them it was probably more a game of exposing each other and targeting individuals to drink rather than actually finding out juicy secrets, but you were bound to learn quite a bit about them and them about you. And mostly everyone seemed to be in quite a spicy mood. The questions went to all sorts of raunchy places that had Jeongin shaking his head, from things as comparatively harmless as “Never have I ever gone skinny dipping” to topics such as sexual experiences and even kinks. Occasionally, innocent questions were thrown in by somebody just to keep it light (and keep Jeongin from losing his mind entirely).

Throughout the game you found yourself sneaking glances over to Jisung without initially being aware you were doing it a lot of the time. In fact, your eyes were on him almost as often as they were on Minho right now, though every time you noticed yourself looking in their direction, you tried to stop. But you couldn’t help but feel Jisung’s eyes on you too, and eventually Minho started eyeing both of you, seeming to have picked up on something. He looked mildly irritated, as if he couldn’t figure out what exactly was going on. When his eyes met yours, you quickly averted your gaze again and tried your best to focus on the game that was happening.

Which became easy once Jeongin spoke up with the next question. The question itself wasn’t shocking, especially given the direction the game had already gone in. It was the fact that it had come from the youngest, who claimed not to want to indulge everyone else’s dirty minds, that made it so surprising.

“Never have I ever had a sex dream involving someone in this room,” he grinned, eyes scanning the group as he himself raised his beer to his lips. You looked up at Hyunjin who smirked, taking a sip as well. Changbin couldn’t hold himself back from shouting “It was about me, right? You can tell them it was about me, Hyunjin-ah, it’s okay!”, which got everyone giggling again. You drank too, but avoided looking at anybody else as you did so. Actually, it seemed like everybody in the room had taken a sip at that question.

Seungmin decided to take it a step further when it was his turn next. “Never have I ever fooled around with anybody in this room,” he stated with a deadpan expression, and your eyes widened in anticipation as you looked up from your beer, trying not to make it too obvious that you were most curious as to whether or not Jisung and Minho would drink. You saw that Minho had a hand resting on Jisung’s thigh by this point. And then, sure enough, the two of them raised their beers to take a sip at roughly the same time, even exchanging a tiny little blink-and-you’d-miss-it smile as they did. You also noticed Jisung’s cheeks turning a light pink. You suddenly became very aware of your heart pounding heavily in your chest.

You did notice a couple of other beers being raised in your peripheral vision, including Hyunjin’s right next to you – you were back on the armchair at this point. But to be completely honest, you weren’t paying enough attention to really register who else was drinking. You would definitely kick yourself for this later, but right now you were simply focused on the confirmation of Jisung and Minho’s relationship being (or at least at some point having been) more than platonic – and what knowing that was doing to you.

You weren’t sure at all how to feel about it, especially because at this point in the night you were painfully aware of how badly you wanted to kiss (and do more than that with) not just Minho, but also Jisung again – that second part you really hadn’t planned on. And maybe it was just the alcohol clouding your brain, but it didn’t really feel that way, because you still weren’t really drunk. You were only taking small sips of beer and drinking lots of water in between.

It was so hard to make sense of what you were feeling. You weren’t jealous of the two of them being with each other. You wanted them to enjoy themselves and be happy, and were glad if they could give each other that. The thing was just that you wanted – like, wanted – both of them too. Badly. You couldn’t deny that at this point. And you were afraid that wasn’t ever going to be possible, nor did you want to get in the way of whatever they had going on.

But then again… you remembered the way Jisung had been looking at you, both after the kiss and several times since then. And as you were thinking about it, your eyes drifted to him and… he was doing it again. Looking at you like that. Looking at you like that with his damn fluffy hair and his damn flushed cheeks and his damn kissable freaking lips. Your heart skipped a beat and your gaze flickered over to Minho. And he looked at you too. And then at Jisung. His eyes kept jumping between the two of you, but he had an eyebrow furrowed, as if he was still trying to figure out just what was happening here. You wished you knew yourself. You gulped and tried to clear your mind, turning your attention back to the game that was resuming now that everyone had gotten all the cheering and whistling out of their system in response to the previous question.

Felix informed Minho that it was his turn, so the latter cleared his throat with a little shake of his head before glancing around the room with that devilish little glint in his eyes you’d come to love so much.

“Never have I ever pissed in JYP’s front yard.” This caused the entire room to burst out laughing, several of them clapping as they did. You clearly were missing some kind of inside joke, but it was pretty self-explanatory once Changbin whined out an “I hate you, hyung” and reached across Jisung’s lap to playfully punch Minho in the thigh. Minho shot him an overly exaggerated crazy-eyed death glare in return. Changbin raised his beer to his lips sheepishly and you joined Hyunjin in his full-body laughter that was shaking the entire armchair again as you pictured the scene. Minho looked around the room with a furtive little smile on his face, like he was really proud of himself.

The game went on for a while longer, the conversation and laughter flowed and you focused on just enjoying yourself once more. However, you still couldn’t prevent your eyes from drifting over to the two boys across from you every so often – just like you couldn’t prevent the jolt of electricity that went through your body every time you caught one of them looking at you too.

Eventually the group moved on to other games, more laughter and chatter, and finally the night seemed to be drifting towards an end as Chan began to yawn, earning him lots of teasing comments from the others (but mostly Seungmin) about how old he was. But then the others started getting quieter and more sleepy bit by bit as well, Hyunjin yawning and stretching overly dramatically every so often. You had been sort of keeping your distance from the two boys you couldn’t keep your mind off of, but had still been surreptitiously observing them. They were in a good mood, both still at fairly high energy levels – particularly Jisung, who kept suggesting more games and didn’t seem to want the night to end. You didn’t want it to either. But eventually, when even Felix became very sleepy, even briefly dozing off sprawled out on one of the sofas with his head on Changbin’s lap, the rest of you knew it was time to get going.

Felix and Seungmin hugged each of you goodbye one by one as you left their dorm. The two of them had had to stop Chan from cleaning up around the room and usher him out despite how tired he was. Minho was the last one out the door, and he couldn’t resist slapping each of the hosts on the butt as he left, even giving Seungmin a little squeeze. They shook their heads with a smile as they shut the door behind him. You sighed. It was silent out here.

You did not feel like a journey home in the middle of the night right now. But you knew that if you needed a place to stay, somebody would definitely let you crash. Chan had already told Felix he would be happy to let you stay over (or pay for a taxi if you preferred to go home) when the younger Australian had showed concern, not wanting to let you leave until he knew you’d be safe. Hyunjin was currently loitering close by you as well, an arm protectively around your shoulder, and you knew he’d have no problem offering you his bed either. You’d stayed at his and Changbin’s dorm previously when it had gotten late after you were all hanging out. In fact, that was where you were intending to go tonight again, and were just about to start heading in that direction with them when Jisung spoke up.

“Y/N, do you want to come hang out with us a little longer? Me and Minho-hyung aren’t that tired yet. You can stay over, don’t worry.” Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him. Did he seem… nervous? You couldn’t tell. You glanced at Minho next, but he was just looking back at you blankly, blinking a couple of times.

You’d never spent a lot of time at their dorm before, despite being quite close with Jisung, mainly because you worried about bothering Minho. But as nervous as the thought made you right now, especially after the way the night had gone, you absolutely wanted to spend more time with the two of them – even if you weren’t sure it was smart, exactly.

“Yeah, okay,” you replied, trying your best not to seem overly eager. You turned into Hyunjin’s arms to give him a quick hug goodbye, then the others as well. Chan patted you on the shoulder before he turned to walk back to his dorm with Jeongin. Changbin and Hyunjin skipped away in the opposite direction arm in arm. And that left you in the dimly lit hallway with Minho, Jisung and a racing heart.

“Well, let’s go then,” Minho said and again, you couldn’t tell what he was thinking. You thought there was the slightest ghost of a smile on his lips, but it was dark and he was Minho, so who knew, really. Either way, you followed him as he turned on his heel and headed down the hallway. It was a short walk across the courtyard to their dorm and as you entered the cold night air, a brief shiver went through your body. Jisung put an arm around you, rubbing your shoulder, and the two of you walked the rest of the way like that. It wasn’t far, but it was so silent the entire way that it somehow felt longer than it should have. But you were smiling nonetheless. And you were suddenly quite aware of how good Jisung smelled.

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Once inside the boys’ dorm, you were wracking your brain trying to think of something to say to break the silence, but you couldn’t come up with anything and you cursed yourself for it. For once you actually sort of wished you were drunker, so you maybe wouldn’t be worrying so much about embarrassing yourself. Although then again, maybe it was good you weren’t, because who knew what you would say if you weren’t thinking clearly. As it was, you were already pretty sober again and the boys didn’t seem particularly drunk either. Jisung was a lightweight, but he usually sobered up fairly quickly and the night air seemed to have helped him along, while Minho could hold his liquor pretty well and hadn’t ended up drinking that much tonight after all. He got each of you a glass of water, which you gratefully accepted, sitting at their kitchen island and tracing the pattern of the granite with your fingertip.

You looked up and noticed Minho quirking an eyebrow at you. You felt your cheeks get a little hot. You needed someone to speak. Now. This was unbearable. Were they feeling the same way you were? Or were they relaxed? Why weren’t they saying anything? Anything, any topic at all, please. You thought about the evening you’d just had, whether there was something you could use to start a conversation. And then you had it. You took a deep breath and put on a smile.

“So Changbin really pissed in JYP’s yard, huh?” This instantly set Jisung off in a fit of hysterical laughter, doubling over and clutching the kitchen counter for support. You breathed a sigh of relief as you continued. “I need to hear the whole story. Please.” And just like that the tension lifted again as the boys recounted the event, you commenting how badly you wished you’d been there in between giggles.

The conversation naturally moved onto other topics from there and things felt right and normal again between all three of you. These were the boys you’d gotten to know as good friends over the past few months and you even began to wonder what you had been so in your head about all night. The three of you chatted about all sorts of things for a little while and eventually you landed on the topic of movies. When you confessed that you’d never actually seen a Deadpool movie, Jisung was so taken aback he suggested you watch the first one instantly.

And so the three of you ended up on Minho’s bed with the movie playing on his big TV screen. You knew he had one in his bedroom because he loved nothing more than to relax watching an anime when he wanted some alone time. The TV was nicer than the one in the living room and the bed was big enough for the three of you to be comfortable, so here you were. Jisung had instantly sprawled out in the middle, insisting he needed cuddles from two of his most favorite people, and you both gladly indulged him – though you did catch Minho rolling his eyes jokingly as Jisung pulled him down and flung his right arm around his shoulders. You settled against his left side, taking in his scent and giggling at the way his hair tickled your forehead. Then you began to watch the movie.

About twenty minutes into it, you felt your stomach growl a little bit. It was around 2 am; not excessively late yet, since the party had begun fairly early, but you did realize that you hadn’t had a proper meal since this afternoon. You hoped no one had heard you, but either Minho had or he was hungry himself, because not long after, be briefly paused the movie and offered to take a quick walk down the street to the boys’ favorite late-night fast food place to grab something for you all, saying he wanted some fresh air anyway. Jisung quickly nodded eagerly and you confessed you were hungry too. You asked Minho if he wanted any company, feeling bad about sending him out by himself at this time of night, but he said he didn’t mind and told you guys to continue watching; he’d seen the movie enough times anyway. And that was how he ended up leaving you two alone in his bedroom… and all of a sudden your mind was right back in the place you had fought so hard to get it out of earlier.

You tried to concentrate on the movie. You really did. But you weren’t catching a damn thing that was happening on the screen. You were overly aware of every single thing about Jisung – his earthy scent you’d decided you really liked; the way his hair was still brushing against your forehead; the way his chest rose and fell with his breathing; the curve of his collarbone under your head. His heartbeat, which you swore was a little quicker than it should have been. You were also overly aware of your own heartbeat, which was definitely quicker than it should have been and seemed much louder than usual. And suddenly you were terrified that he had noticed it too, that he suddenly knew exactly what was going through your mind. You slowly turned your head, hoping to sneak a glance at his expression and gauge the situation. And he was looking right at you. Your heart stopped momentarily and your belly fluttered in the way that had been reserved for Minho and Minho only up until now. You wanted to look away before it got awkward. You wanted to but you couldn’t, because he was looking at you like that again. Like he had been all night. Like… like he wanted to kiss you again.

You licked your lips and swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. His eyes flickered to your mouth. Then back up to your eyes. Then back to your mouth. And then he was kissing you. His hands found your waist. One of yours crept up to caress his jaw while the other instantly tangled itself back into the hair you had been dying to touch again all night. You melted into his embrace.

The kiss was sloppy in the most perfect way, your bodies flush against each other. You could feel every part of him, from his hands that were finally resting properly on the small of your back, to his legs that had become entangled with yours, to his tongue – Jisung’s tongue, your friend Jisung’s tongue – to his hipbones, to his crotch, where you felt something twitching and beginning to grow hard. A small moan escaped you. And all of a sudden this was very real. And you remembered that you were in Lee fucking Minho’s bed. You suddenly pulled back a little bit, chest rising and falling rapidly. Jisung’s eyes found yours again, searching.

“Wait, wait, wait,” you said breathlessly. For a second you forgot what you were going to say as you looked at him – his messed-up hair, his flushed face, his dilated pupils, his glistening mouth that had tasted so sweet. And oh no, he was biting his lip. You squeezed your eyes shut for a moment. “Wait.”

“What’s wrong?” Jisung asked, voice full of concern. You had to tell him. You had to be honest before this went any further. It was too weird for you to be doing this. But wow, you did not want to tell him. Especially not when you could be kissing him instead.

“I… I need to be honest with you about something,” you groaned. This was so embarrassing. Was he going to hate you? Tell you it was messed up to have been kissing him when you were harboring feelings for his best friend? Or was it his boyfriend? His sexual partner? Did it matter? Oh god, you didn’t want to ruin it all. But you couldn’t ignore it.

“What is it, baby?” Oh, now why did he have to call you that? Didn’t he realize he was making this even more difficult for you? His eyebrows were furrowed. “Is everything okay?” And it was too late to back out of the truth now, because he was actually worried, and you weren’t going to leave him feeling that way. The mood was probably already ruined regardless. You averted your gaze.

“I… don’t know if we should be doing this. I kind of… um… have a thing for Minho? Oh god.” You could see the corners of his mouth twitch slightly upwards out of the corner of your eye and felt his gaze on your skin like it was burning you. “Don’t look at me. Ugh. I’m so sorry. It was so weird of me to be all over you like this, I don’t know what got into me, I’ve had a crush on Minho for months and I don’t even know what’s going on between you two – not that you need to tell me, I just don’t want to butt in, I promise I didn’t plan for any of this to happen, oh god this is so fucking embarrassing, I can totally understand if you want me to leave, I can call a cab or maybe Hyunjin is still awake and I can go over there instead, just please tell me we can figure out a way to keep being friends, I…” You trailed off. The silence was deafening. Your cheeks were on fire. Why wasn’t he saying anything? You had to look up at him, didn’t you? You did not want to. You swallowed once. And peeked. He was smiling. Why was he smiling? Was he laughing at you? That would be even worse than you’d feared. You were about to turn your eyes away again when he put a hand on your shoulder.

“Y/N.”

“Jisung.”

“Just… take a breath, okay? Everything’s fine.”

“If everything’s fine, why are you laughing at me? Maybe this is amusing to you, but it’s not to me, this is mortifying, I don’t want to lose my friends, I’m so embarrassed right now, I don’t even know what to-”

And all of a sudden you were cut off by his lips again. You quickly pulled back. He moved with you. His eyes were laser focused on your mouth. He looked like he was getting ready to devour you. You wanted to let him so badly.

“Jisung!”

“Y/N!” He was giving you nothing. You groaned. You kissed him. You couldn’t help yourself. You were melting into the kiss again, into him. His tongue was so soft and felt so good in your mouth. Your arms snaked around his waist. His hand made its way to your ass. Your eyes shot open. You detached your lips from his once more and put a little space between your bodies, placing a hand on his chest to ensure the distance was kept this time. You could still feel the heat radiating off of him. It was intoxicating.

“Jisung, we need to focus! Minho will be back any second, this is weird!” You looked at him, trying to convey how serious you were with your eyes, but it was difficult when you were sure you were in just as flustered and flushed a state as he was – and seeing him like that was making it very hard to concentrate. He sighed, but there was still a little smile on his lips.

“Look, Y/N, I wasn’t necessarily expecting it either, but I don’t know, I think I like you.”

“I mean… you were definitely kissing me like you do.”

“Hey!” he exclaimed. “You kissed me first!”

“That’s… true. But in my defense, it was only because Hyunjin dared me.”

“To kiss anybody in the room. Not me specifically.”

“I hate you.”

“I wanted it.” He grinned at you. Your heart skipped a beat.

“But… Minho?” You swallowed uneasily.

“What about him?”

“I just told you I like him.”

“I know.”

“Do you like him?”

“Yeah.”

“Does he like you?”

“Yeah.” He said it so nonchalantly. It drove you crazy.

“Don’t you think this is way too complicated?”

“I think you’re making it a lot more complicated than it needs to be.” You smacked your own forehead at his words.

“Now what on earth does that mean?”

“Look, Y/N, the way I see it, it’s kinda simple. I like Minho, so I kiss Minho. I like you, so I kiss you.”

“But I like Minho.”

“Do you like me?”

“I think so.”

“Then kiss me.”

“I want to, but – stop!” He was moving closer again. “Doesn’t it bother you that I like Minho?”

“No, why? Minho’s great. And beautiful. I totally get it.”

“Well, you said he likes you. And I don’t want to, like… cause any problems.” Jisung smiled at your concern. You did not want his pity.

“Look. I know Minho can come across as kind of… possessive? But trust me. He will not be bothered by us hooking up. The only thing he might be bothered by is if we didn’t offer to include him.” You swore you forgot how to breathe for a moment when you heard those words. Jisung clearly noticed your reaction, because his smile widened considerably. He was enjoying this, wasn’t he? You couldn’t even tell if he was being serious. What on earth had you gotten yourself into?

“Did I just hear you right, Han Jisung?”

“You did.”

“You’re suggesting we hook up… with Minho.”

“I am.”

“You want us to hook up. With Minho. You. And me. And Minho. Yes?”

“Yup.” He clearly noticed you were not processing this at all, so he continued. “Did you think I was just hoping to get in a secret quickie with you before he came back? You know the restaurant’s not that far away, right? He’s already been gone longer than I thought.”

“Were you guys… planning something? Is he, like… expecting to come back to this?”

“Nope. But sometimes things happen. And so you go with the flow, you know?”

“You didn’t talk to him about wanting to have… a threesome… with me tonight? That’s not why you invited me over?”

“Nope. We just wanted to hang out. But now I want to have a threesome. Do you want to?”

“I mean… yes? But, like. Will Minho even want to?”

“We’ll ask him.” He made it sound so simple.

“Does Minho even like me?” You were terrified of the answer.

“Don’t know. I know he thinks you’re really hot, though.”

“He told you that?”

“Lots of times.” Oh. Well, that was that. Your brain had officially stopped working. How were you supposed to process this information? And it was almost scary, the way Jisung seemed to be reading your mind right now, because the next thing he said was: “I want you to stop thinking so much about it all. You don’t need to figure it out.”

“I… don’t?”

“Do you trust me?”

“Yes.”

“Okay, good.” His voice had become an almost-whisper as he had inched his way closer to you once more, now taking the hand that had been placed on his chest into his own and intertwining your fingers. You could feel the breath coming from his mouth when he spoke. Something in you wanted to protest more – that part of your brain that was such a seasoned overthinker that it short-circuited whenever something interrupted that process. But Jisung wasn’t going to give you a chance to. And honestly, you were grateful to him for it. And so you gave in to the kiss once more. Fully, this time.

You lost yourself in him, let his hands roam your body, let yours roam his in return, every curve, every bone. You felt his chest contracting against yours with each heavy breath he took. When he detached his mouth from yours you almost whined in protest, until he attached it to your neck instead and you forgot everything, focused only on how good his teeth felt on your sensitive skin, saliva everywhere. Your hands slid under his sweater. His skin was so smooth; you could feel the muscles in his back and stomach tensing as you ran your hands all over them, caressing him, incoherent moans escaping you. He was perfect. And he was so good at this. Why was he so good at this?

“Mmh, Jisung. So… good,” you moaned into his hair and he began sucking on your neck even more aggressively at that. His sweater was slipping off his shoulder and you wanted to get him out of it so badly. Your hands reached for the hem of it, began pulling it up… and just then you heard the sound of a key in the lock. And you froze for a moment. Jisung looked up at you. You made eye contact with him. His eyes were glinting like he knew something you didn’t. Like he was almost sure Minho would be happy to join you. Meanwhile you were terrified once again of Minho coming into his own bedroom, finding you in this state with his Han Jisung, and being absolutely disgusted. But the situation was what it was now. And his steps were coming closer to the bedroom. Your belly did a somersault. And he came through the door.

You had moved away from Jisung a little bit and attempted to smooth your clothes down. Regardless of all that, you knew your neck was a mess, so it was probably pointless to even try to look presentable. But it had been an automatic reaction to try and fix your appearance. Jisung had done no such thing. His hair was all over the place, his sweater was still half off, and there was a very obvious erection straining against his jeans. Not to mention the lust-filled grin that was plastered on his face as he looked at the man that had just come through the doorway.

“Hi, Minho,” he grinned.

“Um, hi guys,” the older of the boys responded and you noticed the corner of his mouth quirk up. You looked away quickly when his gaze met yours, hating the fact that you were so nervous again. “What’s going on here?” He couldn’t keep the amusement out of his voice as he reached for the remote to pause the movie that was still running. Both you and Jisung couldn’t stop yourselves from chuckling as you realized it had been on this whole time.

“We, uh… might have gotten a little distracted,” you said sheepishly after your giggles had subsided.

“I can see that.” Minho smirked as he observed the state the two of you were in. “Well, there’s fried chicken in the kitchen, but I’m sure it can be reheated later.” You couldn’t help but giggle again at that deadpan statement.

“Minho-hyung.”

“Yes, Han?” Your heart was pounding as you looked expectantly at the beautiful man standing in the doorway. The man you’d dreamed about so many times. The man whose bed you were currently in… with somebody else. Was this the moment you were finally going to get your hands on him? Was something way beyond what you’d ever dreamed of about to happen?

“Do you want to… join us?” And yes. Jisung had really just said those words. There was no going back now. You swallowed as you awaited Minho’s response. He didn’t say anything at first. But he made his way towards the bed. It sunk as he crawled onto it and took his place on the other side of Jisung once more. Jisung could barely contain himself; he was biting his lip again and his hand was already reaching for Minho’s hip, attempting to pull him closer. But Minho looked at you again first.

“Y/N, are you comfortable with this?” And you could tell he was holding back from pouncing – on someone, anyone, either of you, both of you –, just waiting to make sure this was something you really wanted. And you loved him for it. But if he couldn’t tell by now how badly you wanted him, what with the way your eyes were dripping with lust and your chest was heaving as you stared at him, then you were better at acting than you’d thought.

“God, just get in here, Minho.”

He did not need to be asked twice. He pounced. His lips were on yours in an instant and it was everything you’d ever imagined it to be. He was rough in all the right ways and he tasted even better than you could have dreamed. As you ground into Jisung’s hip, he hoisted Minho’s thigh over his other side, attaching his lips to the older boy’s neck. Then he quickly began to unbutton Minho’s shirt as the two of you continued to make out messily, pausing in between for air and to finally help Jisung out of his sweater as well. You’d never seen the younger of the two quite this excited before and it did things to you that you had no words to describe.

Both of them were so beautiful. Both of them smelled so good. Their scents were all over the room as sweat was already mingling, and you briefly pulled away to take your own shirt off as well. Both pairs of eyes were on you as you did so, and you returned the gaze, looking at their bodies in awe. Jisung had begun unbuttoning his jeans now and Minho reached a hand down to stop him.

“Let me.” The way he said those words sent a shiver down your spine, and suddenly he was pulling you back towards them as well, shoving you down next to Jisung. You began kissing and biting the younger of the two all over his ear, jaw, neck, chest, anywhere you could reach as Minho took his time unbuttoning the man’s jeans and sliding them down his legs excruciatingly slowly, taking his underwear right along with them.

“Don’t be shy now,” Minho said to you as you stopped what you were doing to look at Jisung’s boner that stood against his belly, twitching in arousal, all but begging to be touched. “I’ve had my fun with it plenty of times. You can get us started.” And so you did. You trailed your hand down towards Jisung’s crotch and around the general area first; his lower body bucked upwards when your fingers brushed the inside of his thigh. He let out a small whine, already breathing heavily, cheeks pink, lips slightly parted. And then you were wrapping a hand around his length, giving it a couple of slow pumps, loving the way it felt pulsing under your palm. Jisung groaned, his eyes fluttering back in his head. You caught Minho watching him in awe and thought you might just about die.

You were very aware of your own wetness pooling in your underwear and your pussy twitching, heat coiling in your lower belly. You leant down to place a few excruciatingly soft kisses around Jisung’s crotch and finally on the tip of his cock, before pulling away to start removing your own pants. Minho took the opportunity to attach his mouth to Jisung’s cock and when you heard the moans coming from the younger man, you felt like you couldn’t get your clothes off fast enough. Minho was straddling Jisung’s legs by now and Jisung’s hands were grasping for the other man’s crotch too, attempting to rub him through his pants before awkwardly stretching his body to reach for the buttons and fumbling with them desperately. Minho stopped him, pulling his mouth off of his penis with a pop, then sat up straight and smiled. He kept doing that – smiling like that – and you couldn’t take your eyes off of him when he did. But Jisung’s whine at the loss of contact pulled your attention back to him for a moment.

“Y/N, take over,” Minho ordered, and you took his place eagerly. As you positioned yourself between Jisung’s legs and bent down to take him into your mouth, you felt the bed shift as Minho presumably got undressed… and then you felt his hands begin to roam you from behind. They went all over your body, helping you out of your bra before sliding your underwear off and tossing it to the side. There was so much going on that you luckily only had a brief moment to feel self-conscious as you knew Minho was inspecting your ass and pussy from the back. His hands were kneading your ass cheeks while Jisung was grabbing at your breasts desperately. At the same time you could feel him thrusting up into your mouth and heard his moans quickening… at which point Minho pulled you off of him and flush against his own naked body instead. You gasped at the feel of his erection against your ass and his hands all over your breasts, kneading, pinching. You turned your head slightly to look at his face, panting. He was smiling at Jisung.

“Not yet, baby,” he told him, before pressing several kisses against your shoulder and the crook of your neck that were so soft you almost burst right then and there, your entire body tingling. You arched your back against him, grinding back against his crotch. His chest was slick with sweat against your back. When he looked up from your shoulder, you tried to catch his lips with yours, but he just teased you with an evil grin before flipping you onto your back next to Jisung once more. You turned your head towards Jisung and the two of you looked at each other, completely breathless. A small giggle escaped you which Jisung quickly reciprocated before pressing another sloppy kiss to your lips. You bit and sucked on his bottom lip for a few moments, then turned your head to look up at Minho as Jisung kept kissing and nibbling along your cheek, your neck, your ear. Your eyes trailed up and down the body of the man you’d been lusting over for months. He looked unbelievable, kneeling over you like that. When your eyes met you couldn’t keep yourself from moaning.

You grasped one of his hands, brought his index finger to your mouth and ran your tongue along it before beginning to suck on it, never breaking eye contact with him as you did so. He was watching you intently. You were aching to be touched. He began to lean down, bringing his face impossibly close to yours. You reached for the back of his neck, ready to pull him into a kiss, already feeling his breath on your lips, so eager to taste his mouth once more… but he stopped just short of it again, smirked at you once, then turned his attention to Jisung.

He pulled Jisung’s face off of you before kissing him passionately, deeply, as you could only watch in awe. It was too much.

Your hand found its way to your pussy and you began rubbing your clit while simultaneously spreading your wetness around your folds. You whimpered at the sight of the two of them messily making out, tongues battling as their naked bodies ground against each other. You squeezed your legs together tightly once before pressing a first cautious finger into your pussy, then a second. Your other hand had made its way to your own mouth and you moaned into your palm softly, holding back a little bit. Still, the boys broke their kiss to look at you. It took everything in you not to look away – you were so overwhelmed, so turned on you thought you might burst, so self-conscious but still unable to stop touching yourself at the sight of them.

“I think Y/N needs some attention, hm?” Minho purred at Jisung. “What do you think? Want to put that tongue of yours to good use?” Jisung began grinning again before sliding his body down the bed a little bit, motioning for you to position yourself on top of his face.

“Are you sure?” You asked him, but he was nodding eagerly before you had even finished your question. Minho took you by the wrist, practically forcing you to stop fingering yourself, and helped you position your body above Jisung’s face, slowly lowering you down until your pussy made contact with the younger’s mouth. You moaned loudly as soon as it did, grabbing onto the bed’s headboard to steady yourself as your body arched in response. Jisung put a hand on each hip to steady you, and as he ate you out, Minho began to give the rest of your body attention again. His hands and lips were all over you, squeezing your nipples, kissing you behind your ear and all down your back, making you shiver all over. He lightly slapped your ass cheeks and came back up right next to your ear to ask you in an excruciatingly seductive tone if that was okay for you. You nodded quickly.

“Yeah?” he asked. “That feel good?”

“Mhmmmm,” you moaned back as he slapped you a couple more times.

“What about Jisung? Is he making you feel good?” You could only respond with unintelligible noises as the younger’s tongue penetrated you deeper at the sound of his name.

“M-Minho,” you brought out breathlessly. You were a bit nervous to ask him for anything, but your arousal overrode your embarrassment. “C-can you scratch me?” You panted. “Please?” You swore you could hear the smirk in his voice when he answered.

“You want me to scratch you, kitten?” You nodded, still moaning and holding onto the headboard for dear life, the muscles in your arms flexing. “As you wish, beautiful.” You barely had time to process the fact that he had just called youbeautiful before his nails were on you. All down your back, along your thighs, your hipbones, everywhere. You moaned even louder. Your body was reacting beyond your control, you could feel the tightening sensation in your lower belly growing exponentially and your legs began to shake so that you wondered if you would even be able to remain upright long enough to orgasm.

“You like that, huh?” Minho spoke, and you nodded wildly, still desperately trying to keep your body stable. He kept going, grinding against your ass, scratching you and peppering you with kisses all over your neck and back while Jisung held you steady with a firm grip on your hips. Your thighs were quivering at this point and you knew you wouldn’t last much longer. Jisung pulled away for an excruciating moment, placed unbelievably soft kisses on the inside of your thigh, and when his lips and tongue reattached to your pussy once more, it didn’t take long before you went over the edge. Minho had added one of his fingers into the mix, steadily circling your clit with it as Jisung kept eating you out. Your thighs shook uncontrollably as your orgasm washed over you and you let the two of them hold you up as you rode it out, eyes closed in pure bliss until the last of the waves of pleasure had rocked through your body.

Then you slowly lifted yourself off of Jisung with Minho’s help, slumping with your back against the headboard, and looked at the two of them sheepishly. You were well aware your mouth was still open but you were incapable of closing it fully at this point in time. You looked at Minho; he was still wearing that mischievous expression. You looked down at Jisung, who was wiping your juices off of his lips, sucking them off his own fingertips as he made eye contact with you. Then you broke into a smile.

“Holy fuck,” you breathed. The boys laughed. It was silent for a couple of seconds save for the sounds of all your heavy breathing.

“Are you done, baby?” Minho asked from where he knelt in front of you.

“God no,” you responded, earning more chuckles from the two of them. “Just give me a moment.” Your chest was still falling and rising rapidly while your body felt so heavy and sensitive that you didn’t think you could move just yet. “Can you keep yourselves busy for a few minutes?” They both looked at you as if that was a stupid question and instantly were all over each other once more. Jisung grabbed Minho by the hips and pulled him down until he was straddling him. They began to make out desperately, hips grinding against each other, pornographic sounds coming from both of their mouths.

Jisung’s hand found its way between Minho’s legs and when the older of the two broke the kiss briefly to throw his head back, squeeze his eyes tightly shut and let out a strangled moan, you nearly lost it. The veins in his neck were very visible and he had never looked better. No. You most definitely were not done with them yet.

You watched them for a few minutes more, taking in every detail. Jisung’s smooth body, the muscles in his arms tensing up as he had one hand buried in Minho’s crotch, the other wrapped around his ass to hold him down against him. Minho’s thighs on either side of him. God, those thighs. You were feeling your own arousal begin to build quickly again and cautiously reached down to touch yourself once more, slowly letting yourself get accustomed to the sensation again without overwhelming your still very sensitive body.

You ached to taste Minho again, to shove your tongue in his mouth, to get your hands on him, on his dick which you had yet to have your fun with. You began crawling towards him, reached a hand into his hair, gently turned his head in your direction. His half-lidded eyes met yours and there was that smile again. You tried to pull his face towards you, but just before his lips met yours, he moved them to your neck instead. You groaned.

“What’s- ah! What’s wrong, kitten?” he brought out breathlessly in between moans as Jisung kept pumping his hand up and down his cock. You looked down at it until Minho used his spare hand that wasn’t currently clutching onto Jisung’s shoulder to pull your face back up by your chin and force you to look into his eyes. “What do you need?” As he said that, he trailed his hand down your front until he reached your pussy, where he began slowly circling your clit once more with two of his fingers.

“Mmh- Minho, oh god.” A shiver went through you and you closed your eyes to let the sensation fully wash over you. He was using just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed excruciatingly slow circles over your clit and you forgot everything else for a moment.

“Tell me, kitten,” he huffed out.

“M-Minho… need… you,” you panted. Your hips were bucking in his direction every time he completed a circle and you wanted to feel him inside of you immediately. “P-please. Just fuck me.” You opened your eyes to look at him again. He had reached his other hand down to stop Jisung jerking him off and caressed the younger man’s hand gently before reaching past him to the bedside table, where he retrieved a condom from the top drawer. He looked down at his roommate lovingly, then back up at you.

“Jisung’s been waiting a little longer than me. Don’t you think we should let him go first?” You looked at Jisung and his eyes were so wide, so full of desire. Minho didn’t even wait for your response before he unwrapped the condom and began to slowly pull it down over Jisung’s cock, which you noticed was twitching and already dripping precum. You felt your mouth begin to water, despite the devastating loss of Minho’s fingers on your clit. When he had finished putting the condom on the younger man, he moved to lay down next to him again. “What do you think, Jisungie?” Minho asked him, running a finger down his stomach, trailing it between his legs, grazing his cock, causing Jisung’s hips to jerk upwards.

“Mmh… Y/N. Can I? Can I f-fuck you?” He was panting. He looked incredible. You nodded and moved to straddle him. Who were you to turn him down?

“God, please,” you breathed out, but just before you could settle on top of him, he grabbed you by the waist and flipped you over so you were on your back beneath him instead. Your head hit the pillow and you glanced to the side to make eye contact with Minho for a moment. He was licking his lips and moved to stroke your cheek with his hand. You leaned in towards him, but he gently pushed your face back to look at Jisung instead. You complied, your initial frustration forgotten quickly as your eyes settled on the younger of the two who was now towering over you. He had reached up to push a hand through his hair and the muscles in his arm flexed tantalizingly as he did so.

You reached your hands up to run them over his chest and stomach, feeling every breath that he took. His skin was hot and slick with sweat and you reached up to his neck to pull his face down to meet you. His mouth was on yours in an instant, his tongue pushing into your mouth eagerly. Your breath was already quickening from the exhilaration of the kiss alone. When you felt his hand reach down to grasp himself and slowly begin to position his cock at your entrance, it sped up even more in anticipation. You reached your own hand down to spread yourself for him.

He slowly pushed into you and each little bit further he went sent new waves of pleasure radiating out from your stomach through your entire body. He already felt so good and he had barely even begun.

“Mmh… feel so good, baby…” he groaned as if he was reading your mind again, eyes closed, mouth open as he continued pushing into you until he bottomed out. Then, slowly at first, he began to thrust.

“Oh fuck,” you couldn’t contain your moans. “Jisung!” His hands were on either side of your head now, grasping the pillow for support. Yours were on his ass, pulling him closer, pushing him deeper into you as you slid your hips up and wrapped your legs around his back to find just the right angle. You closed your eyes for a moment, just feeling him, the indescribable sensations going through your body. Both your voices filled the room in time with his thrusts as he settled into a rhythm.

You heard Minho groaning next to you too and when you turned your head to look at him once more, you saw he was slowly stroking his own cock while looking at the two of you. Knowing he was getting off on watching you both amplified your pleasure tenfold and you didn’t even know where to look at this point. You wanted to see both of them. But Jisung enclosed your mouth in yet another desperate kiss, taking the decision off your hands as he continued to thrust into you, though you could already feel his movements speeding up and becoming slightly more erratic as he whined into your mouth in pleasure.

You bucked your hips up to meet his movements and help him keep the pace. He pressed his forehead against yours as he moaned your name against your mouth. You reached one of your hands up to push his sweaty hair out of his eyes. He grabbed your hand with his own and intertwined your fingers against the pillow next to your head. You felt Minho begin to place soft kisses all over both of your hands as he continued to writhe against the sheets next to you, still stroking himself agonizingly slowly. You could see his chest rise and fall out of the corner of your eye.

Meanwhile Jisung’s movements were becoming even more frantic. His hand was still on yours, squeezing tight, but he buried his face in your neck again, allowing your skin to swallow up the sounds still coming from his mouth.

“Mm- so close, baby,” you felt him groan out, the vibrations from his lips shooting through your entire body. “So… close…” He turned his head to meet Minho’s face in a hungry kiss, then looked back at you, the veins in his neck popping out, jaw clenched from how hard he was trying not to cum right now. Yet he didn’t slow his movements down.

“Let go, baby,” you whispered, squeezing his ass hard with the hand that was still resting there. And that was all it took. With a few final big thrusts, you felt his cock pulse inside you as he hit his climax, until his movements gradually slowed down. He was panting against your neck again, still holding onto your hand for the final few sporadic, lazy thrusts before he pressed one more kiss to your neck, then came back up to your face to attach his lips to yours again for a moment. Finally he pulled himself out of you, collapsing next to you and trying to catch his breath. You grinned at him and stroked his cheek affectionately. He laid there with his eyes closed for a few moments more before blinking them open and looking at you.

“Fuck, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that to happen so fast!”

“It’s- oh! It’s o-kay… mmh…” Minho’s hand had latched onto your pussy so fast you barely had time to register it as the sensation overwhelmed your body. You reached down to stop its movements before you completely lost your mind again. “I still have this one to get through, after all.” You cocked your head in Minho’s direction and grinned at Jisung, who was wiping sweat off his forehead, where his hair had started to curl slightly. Minho had moved his attention to your breasts, kissing them, then between them, then your belly, then your hipbones.

“Still sorry,” Jisung panted. “I wanted to make you cum.” He pouted a little bit.

“You already did, remember?” He smiled at that.

“Don’t worry, Jisungie, you can still help,” Minho purred, looking up at him. “Do you need more of a break?” he asked you, and when you instantly shook your head he chuckled a little bit before retrieving another condom from the bedside table, sitting up to slide it over his own dick this time. You watched, entranced, until he lifted your face up by the chin with a finger and smirked at you in that way he always did again. You swore you could have cum just from that. He reached down between your legs once more and you could feel yourself trying to squeeze your thighs shut against your control as the sensations threatened to overwhelm you.

“Minho,” you warned him, breathing heavily. “Not like this. Need you inside me.” He complied, removing his hand from your pussy and rubbing it over your thigh once instead before leaning down to press a kiss to your hipbone again and nip at it a couple of times.

“Where do you want me, baby?” he asked as a shiver went through your body. You took a moment to ponder.

“Lay down,” you decided. “Want to ride you.” He complied.

As his head hit the pillow, Jisung began to kiss and nip at his upper body while you positioned yourself on top of him. His hands quickly gripped your thighs tightly, nails digging into them as you took his cock into your hand, loving the way it felt, and gave it a couple of strokes, which it responded to as if it had a mind of its own. Your other hand reached for your pussy to spread it again and rub your wetness around a little more before positioning Minho’s cock at your entrance.

Then, ever so slowly, you began to lower yourself onto it. A guttural moan came from deep inside Minho’s chest as he shut his eyes for a moment. Now it was your turn to smirk as you slowly took him all the way inside of you before beginning to slide up and down on his cock. He looked even hotter beneath you than you’d ever imagined, than you’d ever thought possible. When he opened his eyes again and looked at you, the eye contact while feeling him inside of you nearly drove you insane.

Jisung was currently squeezing Minho’s bicep while sucking on his neck. You leant down, hoping to kiss Minho while still keeping your hips moving up and down steadily. Just before your mouths connected, he placed his hand at your lips and shoved his finger back in your mouth instead. You were going to go crazy if he didn’t kiss you soon. You hated it. You loved it. It only made you hungrier for him. You sucked and bit at his finger eagerly, relished in his grunts, then sat back up straighter, throwing your head back.

You were starting to get tired but you could not stop going, feeling your pleasure building and building, even more so when Minho began scratching you again, on your back, your thighs, your hips. You arched your back, shut your eyes, moaned his name. He kept his hands on your hips now and slowly his grip began to tighten, holding you down until you couldn’t move anymore. Then he pulled himself up until he had his arms around you tightly and his face at your breasts, kissing them, sucking on your nipples one after the other, licking a stripe up your neck. Then he was lifting you off of him.

“Turn around,” he instructed. “On your knees. Jisungie, you want to help?” The younger nodded excitedly. “Good. Get below them. You can help keep them steady.” Jisung complied. You were straddling his thighs again as Minho gently pushed you down so you were on all fours, hands on either side of Jisung’s head, faces dangerously close together. Then Minho positioned himself behind you again, this time lining himself up with your entrance, asking if you were ready and slowly pushing his cock inside of you once more when you told him you were.

The moan that left your body was the loudest one yet as he bottomed out inside of you, instantly hitting a very deep angle. Jisung swallowed your sounds up hungrily, mouth all over yours. Then Minho grabbed both of your wrists and held them behind your back. Your upper body slid down a little until your face was on Jisung’s chest and all three of you rocked along with the entire bed as Minho thrust into you steadily. Jisung’s hands moved from your hips, where he had been holding you in place, to your breasts and began to play with them while you moaned into his burning skin. You were sure the two men were looking at each other over your head and just the thought of that turned you on even further, if that was possible.

Minho held your wrists in place with only one hand as the other scratched down your back slowly once, causing a shiver and eliciting more moans, before he used it to repeatedly slap and knead your ass in time with his thrusts. One of Jisung’s hands reached down to your clit and you knew you were going to be done for very soon.

You were trying to moan out names – either of theirs, both of theirs. You were trying to say “theretherethere ohgod right there”, you were trying to say “fasterharderpleaseohfuck” – but what came out of your mouth was fully incoherent at this point. It didn’t seem to matter, because Minho was clearly on the same wavelength as you. You were aware of his grunts and groans growing more frequent, you were aware of his hips smacking against your ass faster and faster as he fucked you harder, deeper, hitting just the right spot over and over, and you were aware of your pleasure building and building until it felt almost impossible to bear.

“Gonna… cum…” you managed to groan out against Jisung’s sweaty skin, and just before you did, Minho pulled your body back up against his. His movements slowed again for a brief moment, and then he was turning your face towards his and before you could process what was happening, his lips finally consumed yours – deeply, intimately, passionately. When his thrusts sped up again your climax hit you so fast and hard you almost bit down on his tongue, nearly screaming into his mouth as your pussy clenched around him, wave after wave of pleasure tumbling through your trembling body. When it finally started to slow down and your soul reentered your body, you were so grateful for Jisung holding onto your thighs below you, because you might have fallen over otherwise.

“Almost… there…” Minho groaned against your mouth. “Hold… on… baby.” Your hands curled into fists as you steadied yourself against Jisung’s chest, focusing on how hot Minho sounded when he was desperate like this, knowing you would let him fuck you for as long as he needed no matter how much it took out of you. But he came not long after with a shaky moan, hands holding your hips in place as he rutted into you frantically, then slower, slower, until he stopped. His forehead rested against yours. You both stayed like that for a moment, eyes closed. Then he kissed you once more, so softly this time, before pulling out of you, smoothing your hair down gently with one hand.

You collapsed half-on top of Jisung and he chuckled into your hair, pressing soft kisses to your temples and the top of your head. You felt Minho’s lips ghost against the scratches on your back once, twice, three times before he collapsed next to the two of you as well, resting his head against Jisung’s shoulder.

There was silence for a little bit. You felt so heavy, in the best way. The world around you seemed muted, like everything had been dipped into candlelight – not just your vision but your hearing as well, the sounds of the boys’ breathing muffled as the blood rushing through your head finally started to slow down.

Jisung rested a hand on your back and you were so sensitive to the touch you almost jerked away from it, but once you got used to it, it felt so good, grounding you. His naked body beneath yours was warm and comfortable. You slowly fluttered your eyes open again and looked at Minho across from you. You reached out to touch his face, caress his cheek gently, then turned your face down to Jisung’s chest to press a kiss to it. Then you rolled onto your back, legs still intertwined with Jisung’s, and looked up at the ceiling. Just like before when you guys had first entered the dorm, you were the one to break the silence, but this time it wasn’t awkward.

“Wow.” A single word. And all three of you huffed out little laughs, looked at each other – and you had never been happier, never felt more blissful, more relaxed, more at home. You couldn’t have wiped the smile off your face even if you’d wanted to. After another moment you spoke again. “Um, we might need to try watching that movie again another time.” The sound of the boys’ soft laughter filled your heart with joy and your stomach fluttered again. You loved the way it felt this time.

“You’re both so fucking hot,” Jisung said out of the blue and you and Minho both grinned.

“You’re fucking hot, baby,” Minho told him in return and you could only nod your enthusiastic agreement.

After a little more comfortable silence, Jisung slowly began to shift you both off of him, announcing he wanted to take a quick shower. He asked if anyone else wanted to but you informed him you couldn’t stand just yet and Minho agreed with you, so once Jisung had left, he pulled you into his arms instead. His skin felt so good against yours, so comforting. He played with your hair as you listened to the sounds of the water hitting the tiles in the shower and after a while Minho mumbled “You really are beautiful” against the skin of your temple. You turned your head up to kiss him and he reciprocated with no hesitation. There was none of the urgency from before and it was incredible in its own way, soft and sweet and perfect.

After another little while you became vaguely aware of the sound of a hairdryer at the edges of your drifting consciousness, and by the time Jisung returned you both were half asleep already, Minho’s arms tight around your middle as he spooned you from behind. You were aware of Jisung turning the TV off before he crept into the bed beside you and pressed a kiss to your forehead. Your eyes fluttered open once, met his and you both smiled before he reached over to the nightstand to turn out the light and settle down on his back. You laid your head against his chest, inhaled him deeply, draped an arm across his stomach and let his heartbeat lull you to sleep. It didn’t take long.

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When you woke up the next day to daylight cautiously peeking in through a gap in the curtain, still very much tangled up in both Minho and Jisung’s bodies, you panicked for a second. But laying here with them was so soothing that you didn’t let yourself think about your worries for long, instead listening to their deep, steady breathing and letting their scents envelop you.

It wasn’t too long until they began to stir as well, blinking their eyes open not long after each other. And the way they both smiled when they took in where they were and who they were with told you everything you needed to know: this had not been a mistake. And it also would not be the end of it. If their gentle, content expressions hadn’t been enough to convince you of that, the way they softly greeted you and each other and the lazy kisses and cuddles that ensued certainly were, as well as the rest of the slow morning (or, well, afternoon) you spent together. You took your time cuddling, chatting, getting ready, eating some breakfast that Minho prepared for you all.

You didn’t talk about the situation in depth yet, but you felt no rush to. In fact, for once in your life, you didn’t want to try and rationalize or understand everything. The only thing you all did confirm was that you had enjoyed yourselves immensely and wanted to spend a lot more time together – and that was enough for now.

When you ran into Felix on your way home that afternoon, you still hadn’t been able to wipe the smile off your face that you’d been wearing all day. You stopped to chat for a few moments and you could tell he wanted to ask, but you also figured from the way his eyes were twinkling that he maybe already had an idea. Either way, you told him you’d catch up with him and the others again later – that you wanted to go home and freshen up and take a little time to yourself for now. But just before you left, you pressed a quick kiss to his cheek and grinned at him.

“Great party, Lix.”

[weneeya]

falling for you m.list | rules

pairing. one piece x reader

characters. zoro, law, sanji, ace

note. i haven't write with those boys since so long but i'm so back in one piece so be ready to see them! please request with anyone from one piece <3

Zoro

you might be the only one not aware of what is going on between him and you 

he doesn’t care much though, it’s fine by him to stay like this 

he’s always keeping an eye on you during a fight, just to be sure

he knows you can defend yourself well, but he can’t help it 

he lets you steal his food without arguing much, which is weird because he tries to kill Luffy each time he tries 

the crew teases him about it but he brushes them off everytime 

he’s a big shy boy, but he just doesn’t care if anyone knows about his feelings for you

he has a huge soft spot for you and he doesn’t even tries to hide it 

there’s no real realization because he knows why he’s doing this 

he would die for anyone in the crew, but he would definitely burn the world down if you asked him to

Law

realization hits HARD 

he’s not the type to show a lot of emotion, at least he wasn’t until he began to travel with the strawhats

and you? you get him stressed 

he didn’t realize it until robin pointed it to him 

maybe she wasn’t wrong, but no way he would admit it like this 

yes he lets you stay around him a lot, even allowing you to touch him without complaining too much 

and yes you’re always stealing his coat when you’re cold and he doesn’t bother him

but falling for you? no way

he can’t be falling for someone, especially not you 

yet, he can’t take the idea out of his mind since robin’s words 

he notices the way you scrunch your nose when you smile 

or how your face lights up at the idea of visiting a new island 

you’re adorable, and his heart can’t take it 

damn, maybe he’s down bad finally

Sanji

he loves women so much so his behavior isn’t questioned a lot at first 

he’s a simp, it’s not weird that he’s treating you better than anyone else 

until he began to prioritize you over everyone else

even the other girls 

makes your favorite dessert all the time

even asks you what you want to eat and does his best to make it with what he have

nami is the first one to talk about it, and he feels his heart stop at the thought 

is he really in love? like, real love

he’s a romantic guy, that’s it, he can’t be feeling those things 

he can’t, right? 

but the way you’re so gentle with him, never pushing him away when he treats you like the most precious thing on the sea

well, he realizes he might feel something more for you

Ace

the boy is blind, even more than you are 

he’s naturally clingy and touchy with people, a joyful boy 

yet, he seems worse with you 

he always keeps an arm around your shoulder, talking you about his dear brother a lot 

when he falls asleep out of nowhere, it’s usually on your shoulder or even falling on your back

the day he was drunk and put his hat on top of your head? everyone knew it was over 

if anyone tries to tell him about it, he just stays with his eyes open wide in shock 

he blinks a few times, slowly processing the words 

a shrug of shoulders and he just accepts it like this 

fine, perhaps he’s in love, but so what? 

he doesn’t change anything, it just means he can be even closer to you than before

thank you!

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Heartslabyul is canonically (I think) the largest dorm. I've read somewhere that Cater and Trey share a room when I feel like it's mentioned that third years and dorm leaders get their own room. We get to see this in Rook's dream where he's a third year savannaclaw (unless he DOES and I missed it... can you imagine... I don't know what I'd do if I were his roommate 💀).

So since one dorm is notably the most jam-packed, is there one that's notably empty compared to the other dorms? Which do you think it would be? My first though was Diasomnia or Ignihyde, but I'm not sure? I could easily see it being any of the others... Maybe it's Savannaclaw due to Rook's dream / it being based (seemingly) on strength and stuff?

I think it could possibly be (from most to least) Heartslabyul, Scarabia, Octavinelle, Pomefiore, Ignihyde/Savannaclaw/Diasomnia?

I also thought about Scarabia being one of the smaller ones since they all seem kinda amicable? Plus we only have two members from the dorm compared to the rest of the main cast, but I'm not 100% sure that's a good thing to base any assumptions on considering that's more of a "player lore" thing rather than like, an in-universe type thing.

Plus, then the chart would be something like Heartslabyul, Diasomnia, Savannaclaw/Octavinelle/Pomefiore, Ignihyde/Scarabia

The rooming situation(s) at NRC work like this:

First years are four to a room.

Second years are two to a room.

Third years and dorm leaders get their own rooms.

Fourth year students don’t seem to get rooms since they’re all at off-campus internships; they only return to campus for the annual cultural festival and (I assume) graduation. The cultural festival is a few days long though, so I wonder if NRC has the space to house them on top of the first, second and third years, if the fourth years have to arrange their own temporary housing, of if they just head home via mirror gage every night and return the next morning.

All students use a communal washroom; not even the dorm leaders have a private one.

Correction: Cater and Trey roomed together as first and second years. Now that they are both third years, they each have their own rooms.

Rook seems to be a third year in his dream; he appears to have decorated his room half with Vil merch and half with Neige merch.

Rook was still a first and a second year at some point though, so he probably has traumatized some of his peers just by being in the same living quarters as them/j Good luck trying to sleep with the thought that Rook might be watching you rattling around in your brain 💀 Absolutely unnerving…

Heartslabyul is said to have the most students right now (200, I believe) because, thanks to Riddle’s efforts, everyone’s grades are good enough to keep them from failing, dropping out, or being held back. Round of applause for him!! 👏

We don’t have any confirmation as to which dorm has the least amount of students, but I have always assumed it was Diasomnia. Magic is very rare (only 10% of the human population are mages) and strong mages are even rarer. Diasomnia is a dorm characterized by magical all-rounders, which I’d assume would be exceedingly rare since many people—even if they are capable of magic—don’t necessarily also get formal magic training prior to formal schooling for it. Diasomnia is also the only dorm so far that seems to have fae students?? And history seems to imply fae are grossly outnumbered by the other races, especially humans (which are present in the other dorms). Their dorm just always seems so large and empty too… like there’s no one ever walking down those eerie hallways. Maybe they wouldn’t have many dropouts since everyone is already pretty gifted in magic, but I definitely feel like they get fewer students to start with every year.

I think Ignihyde only seems empty artificially because everyone in that dorm is basically a hermit that holes up in their own room and barely touches grass 😭 (including the darn dorm leader). No idea how many students are actually in it relative to the other dorms, but I think they wouldn’t have many dropouts because they seem generally smart and tech-savvy.

Brief aside: Ignihyde and Scarabia having two members apiece seems less like a sampling of its population based on overall dorm size and more like “these are the villains and concepts we wanted to twist”. Ortho shows us that the main cast can expand its student roaster, so I think this opens up the potential for new Scarabia and Ignihyde boys down the line. Again, not an accurate showing or indication that either dorm is lacking in membership.

I never got the sense that Pomefiore was empty either??? There seems to be plenty swarming us in book 5 on our way to meet up with the other SDC/VDC picks. Epel’s Ceremonial Robes vignettes also implies a fancy banquet for the entire dorm. They also have a large ass ballroom for the students to use, which implies a substantial volume of people. Vil also strikes me as someone who would whip his students into shape (similar to Riddle) if they’re not performing at their best.

I think Scarabia’s a decent size as well, since Jamil seems so stressed out by things like having to cook for banquets (albeit this number is inflated because Kalim invites students dorms other dorms too) or to carry the souvenirs Kalim bought for the entire dorm. I’m not sure if amicability can really help us determine a relative amount…? Being generally nice on the surface (we barely get to know Scarabia mobs) doesn’t mean you aren’t also arrogant, prideful, or two-faced beneath that. These are the same mobs who tried to keep us hostage to avoid being punished by (mind-controlled) Kalim, no? Scarabia is also one of the dorms known for their smarts, so I don’t see there being many dropouts, but there definitely could be some under Kalim’s lax leadership. I feel like Jamil would intervene to support those students though, or else this might reflect poorly on the Asims—and he has to make Kalim look good.

Octavinelle I feel is in a similar boat as Scarabia? It seems like Mostro Lounge is mainly staffed by Octavinelle students so they seem to be doing fine in terms of numbers. With them also being a smart dorm, I don’t think Octavinelle would have many dropouts. Even if there were some in danger of failing, Azul would do something to fix it because having students struggling is a Bad Look for him, the business owner and leader.

Lastly, there’s Savanaclaw! I don’t know if Rook’s dream is an accurate reflection of reality? It’s true that he remembers things with a frightening amount of detail, but it’s possible that the game assets are limited in showing us how populated Savanaclaw is in Rook’s mind since the story already has to balance so many main cast characters at once. Guesstimating the dorm’s capacity based on physical attributes doesn’t seem accurate either? Physical education is a credit requirement for all mages and good health + exercise is encouraged to help them spellcast and maintain normal levels of blot. Just because Savanaclaw has many athletes doesn’t mean they’re short on students. I do see them maybe having some students dropping out due to grades (since they’re not an academically aligned dorm), but surely it can’t be that huge of a number if Leona’s tutoring could help Ruggie (who didn’t seem to have an education prior to meeting Leona) get passable grades.

[seitmai]

Many thoughts

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic. But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either. You just wanted the D.

She knows what she wants and he fits exactly that🤷🏻‍♀️

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached.  He didn’t swipe often. But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely. Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

Honestly would love to talk about how Ari's curating process

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

👀

He choked on his espresso. It was hilarious. And too perfect. He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool. Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

That's a reaction I would love for any message lol

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.” That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

Devil's in the details 😌

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

Fair 🤷🏻‍♀️

“Oh. A big girl drink.” You laughed. He kind of loved it already. “Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.” Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans. “I see. And I like.”

Period 😌

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

Oh 👀

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.” You blinked, just once, but your smile widened. “Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Yeah, why waste time?

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.” “Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.” You leaned in closer to him. “You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?” “I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Their banter and chemistry is already off the charts😮‍💨

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

Great potential if you ask me 😌

You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble. He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Whelp too late I guess 🤭🤷🏻‍♀️

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured. And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻

Oh he 100% already is

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth. “I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself. He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth. But you? You were different.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock. You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out. Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

🤤🤤🤤

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

Whoops they are trouble for each other 🤭

“Do you have any condoms?” Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer. That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

That sure makes clear thinking hard

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

Pew, close call 🤭

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?” “Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom. “Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery

Sounds like a deal 🤷🏻‍♀️

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

That really is so erotic 😮‍💨

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

👀🤭

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon. You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened. He was ruined.

🥰🥰🥰

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.” “... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep. “You are. You’re my Muse.” You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

This sure is not gonna be just a one night stand lol

“You can go, you know.” That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines. He looked like sex personified.

Because he probably is 🤭

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?” “Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.” “I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible. 

He probably can't ieven if he wanted to 🤭👀

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug.

What a sight to be seen🤤

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

 “You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?” You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

Oh he definitely is special

🫣🫣🫣

Muse: One

Muse Preview/Masterlist

Summary: You and Ari meet on Raya. Chaos ensues.

Pairing: Art Curator! Ari Levinson x Plus sized model! Reader

Word count: 4.5 K

A/N: Muse will be a series of one shots featuring Muse and Ari, and this one will probably be the longest one. We’re gonna hear from them at least every week. 😏 Big thanks to @princessphilly who basically inspired the premise and then endured me being feral in her inbox. And yes, this is the same Ari that's in Show Off, so this AU is tangential to the Peach and Knock You Down verses. I was honestly working on another fic and this one possessed me. Here I go again. 🤷🏽‍♀️

Warnings: 18+ Only, Minors DNI. SMUT! Read at your own risk; curate your own experience. Ari Levinson: art collector/curator/ fuckboi, Reader: model/ player, dating app life, drinking, casual sex, Dominant Ari, assertive reader, sex almost straight out the gate, size kink (c &b), breeding kink, but protected sex, pussy/clit slapping, praise and degradation, one night stand with zero feelings caught (lies!)

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You weren’t even supposed to be on Raya that night.

You’d just finished a long shoot in a downtown loft where the air was thick with hairspray, and the photographer kept yelling absurdities like: “Give me strong, but soft! Like a powerful whisper!” 

Your feet ached. Your back screamed. The only thing keeping you sane was the cold cabernet sauvignon sweating in your hand.

You weren’t looking for anything. You just wanted to see some pretty faces and feel like a hot girl with options.

Swipe.

Swipe.

No.

No.

Hell no.

Well damn. Ari Levinson.

You’d heard about him. Your model friends had stories about how smooth he was, the size of his dick, and how he ghosted right after getting what he wanted. Classic.

But you got it. On a cellular level. Because you weren’t looking for entanglements either.

You just wanted the D.

His first photo was black and white, him standing in a sunlit Parisian gallery, framed by massive abstract canvases. His hair was tousled like he either just woken up from a nap on a vintage couch or spent the morning negotiating a private sale.

He wasn’t looking at the camera, of course not.

He was looking at the art. 

Ari also looked like art, smart blue eyes and soft lips partially hidden by a beard that you thought would feel good between your thighs. You could tell that he was tall, broad shouldered, and built to last. He was dressed casually, and that’s how you knew he was rich rich.

He didn’t have to show it off.

His bio was enigmatic:

“Chasing beauty, collecting moments. Sometimes it’s oil on canvas. Sometimes it’s the silence between two songs.”

What the fuck does that even mean?

You read it twice.

You meant to swipe left.

But fate, or the wine, intervened.

It’s a Match.

You stared at it for a minute, then typed before you could change your mind.

“Picasso said 'art is a lie that makes us realize truth.” You buying lies or selling them?” Drinks?

He responded within seconds.

He suggested a bar in SoHo with intimate booths, dim lighting, and top tier mixology. 

You almost said no. You didn’t do dates. 

You did vibes, connections, and the occasional night of excellent chaos. 

But something about his response made you curious.

—--

Raya was never really Ari’s scene.

Too curated. Profiles with perfectly lit selfies, vague aspirations, and bios that tried too hard to sound both deep and detached. 

He didn’t swipe often.

But the truth was, Ari Levinson was lonely.

Not in the sad, broken kind of way, more like he was perpetually surrounded by beautiful people who only admired his collection, complimented his taste, but never asked why he kept certain pieces or why he stared too long at sculptures that looked like loss.

His encounter the other night with the newlywed Rogers made him yearn for that kind of fire, that kind of connection. But he didn’t know if that could be duplicated.

Ari was just about to close the app when your profile popped up. 

He recognized you right away. 

Not because you were just beautiful, you definitely were, but because you commanded the image. There was a magnetism in the way you moved, a joy and defiance that didn’t care for permission.

On your profile was a picture of you in oversized sunglasses and a silk robe, holding a book. And another one of you at some red-carpet event, plus-sized and absolutely radiant, laughing like you were amused at the world. 

You were absolutely stunning.

Your bio:

Model. Curvy chaos. Not here for a long time, just a good time.

Ari smiled. Finally, someone not performing a softcore version of forever.

You weren’t like the others, not looking to be wifed up with someone rich and powerful like him. That made you dangerous.

He swiped right instinctively, just to see. Just to admire. 

He didn’t expect a match.

But when the screen lit up, It’s a Match!, his chest actually tightened. 

And then came your message.

You look like you curate galleries by day and cry to phoebe bridgers by night. Drinks?

He choked on his espresso.

It was hilarious.

And too perfect.

He should’ve ignored it. Should’ve played it cool.

Instead, he typed back faster than he ever had in his life.

“I’m intrigued. 8PM. Little Branch in SoHo. Can’t wait to see you.”

Short, sharp, and confident, not overplaying his hand. 

And it was the word intrigued, not “interested,” not “curious.” And he’d said, “Can’t wait to see you.” 

That got you. Because that meant he was already a little undone.

—---

Ari was already there when you walked in. Black button-up, gold chain, leaning on the bar casually, but you could tell he saw you the second you stepped through the door. He stood, smiled, and you rocked back on your heels as if hit by a bolt of lightning. 

The man was massive. Pictures didn’t do him justice and you didn’t know of the button up was tailored, all you knew is you felt the power beneath it. You also had to stop yourself from turning your head sideways to check out the package in his jeans.

You paused, steadying yourself, and continued your approach..

“Wow,” he said when you approached and introduced yourself. 

You laughed, because no matter how many people ogled you for a living, the involuntary kind of compliments always made you flustered. You swallowed, then turned to the barback.

“Negroni. Empress Gin.”

Ari raised an eyebrow, impressed.

“Oh. A big girl drink.”

You laughed. He kind of loved it already.

“Well, as you can see, I’m a big girl.”

Ari’s eyes slid down your body and you weren’t mad as he did a double take at your jeans. 

“I see. And I like.”

The way he licked his lips made you warm. You raised your eyebrow, imagining him munching away.

“My booth is back here.”

You looked at his large hand pointing the way to the back of the small bar to an even more intimate area. Yeah. You could ride that. 

You walked ahead of him and you knew that he was watching your ass. You didn't mind. That was the point.

His booth was tucked into a corner, shadowed and intimate; it was the kind of space designed for secrets and seduction. You slid in first, and he followed, sitting close.

He signaled for another round, fingers grazing yours on the drink menu as if by accident, and when the server left, he turned back to you with that beautiful smile.

“So. Model, huh?” 

You smiled back at him.

“That’s the rumor. Print and editorial mostly. A few campaigns. But I prefer runways in Europe over the states. I travel a lot.”

“Sounds exhausting.”

You shrugged. 

“Sometimes. But I like bringing the fantasy to life.” 

You took a sip of your drink and his eyes were on your mouth.

“And you? Art dealer, right? Collector?”

“Curator,” he corrected gently. “Sometimes broker. Sometimes buyer. Mostly, I help people spend obscene amounts of money on things they don’t understand.”

You raised an eyebrow. 

“So a charming con artist with a gallery?”

He grinned. 

“Exactly. But I only sell what I believe in.”

“Nice. I sell unattainability and the occasional skincare product. We both deal in illusions.”

“Yours just have better lighting.”

You laughed and tilted your head. Something happened in Ari’s chest. He should have run.

“So, what, you sit around all day judging brushstrokes and seducing heiresses?”

“Mostly. And trying not to text back women I shouldn’t.”

“Am I one of them?”

“Too soon to tell. But you’re a strong contender.”

You let that linger in the air for a second.

“So,” you said slowly, setting your drink down with a clink, “is this where you try and charm the pants off me?”

“I was trying to decide,” he murmured, as he took a drink, eyes locked on yours, “if I wanted to fuck you at your place or mine.”

You blinked, just once, but your smile widened.

“Oh, we’re skipping pretense, then?” you questioned. “Good. I hate when men waste my time. When was the last time you were tested?"

Ari raised his brow. You cut right to the chase.

"I get tested once a quarter, last time was two weeks ago. Clean."

"Hmmmm. I tested a month ago. And I'm clean too. But I'm gonna still need you to wear protection."

Ari smiled and lowered his eyes. His hand moved slightly under the table to rest near your thigh, but not quite touching you. A tease.

"Of course. Something tells me you don’t let anything, or anyone through,” he replied.

You studied him, wondering if you were reading worship and destruction into his look or if it was actually there.

“You’re starting to sound like someone who catches feelings.”

“Feelings?” he echoed with a grin. “No, I just like being around wild, beautiful creatures. And I enjoy the ones that bite back even more.”

You leaned in closer to him. 

“You think I’m wild. And you think I bite?” 

“I hope you are. And I hope you do.”

Your leg brushed his under the table. His eyes flicked down, then back up to your face, darker now.

“I have the same hopes for you, Mr. Levinson.”

Ari’s jaw flexed, nostrils flaring. 

“I think we’re going to get along just fine.”

His fingers moved to your thigh and traced a slow line up your crotch beneath the table. 

You leaned in closer.

“You still sure about just one night?” he asked, eyes on your lips again.

You put your hand on his thigh at that moment, moving it up to feel his thickening cock. You were excited at the potential there.

“One night. That’s the deal. I don’t do second acts. So you better make it count.”

Ari grinned and your stomach flipped.

“Well, then. I need to make it unforgettable.”

—----

You were straddling him on your couch when Ari realized he was in trouble.

He should’ve known the second you walked into the bar, hips swaying and those curves...damn. But here, now, with your thighs around him and your body pressed so close he couldn’t tell where he ended and you began, he was so gone.

Ari wasn’t the type to rush. 

He was all about artful restraint and being aloof. But you shattered that. 

You kissed like you knew just how to destroy him with your lips, teeth, and tongue. Ari hadn’t experienced the feeling since he was a teenager, but damn, he was throbbing underneath you.

And when you unbuttoned his shirt, fingers dragging over his chest, rubbing his nipples under your palms, he swore under his breath.

“Fuck. You’re unreal,” he murmured.

And you just smirked, leaned in, whispering, “I know.”

God, the way you moved. Every roll of your hips was a tease, every drag of your nails down his skin was a stripe he wanted to earn. He gripped your jean-clad thighs thighs hard enough to ground himself, because he was floating somewhere between desperation and awe.

You rode him slowly at first. You wanted him to feel all of it, every breath, every tremor. And he did. 

Your pussy was buzzing with anticipation and you were impatient, but you wanted to savor this one.

You arched as his hips rolled up between your legs, anchoring your hands on his broad shoulders as he branded the shape of himself between your legs. And when he did it again, you moaned and tried to create your own rhythm, but he held you in place.

Ari had to stop you because he only had one shot tonight and he wasn’t going to throw it away and let you cum in your pants. When your orgasm hit, it would be with the slick walls of your pussy clamped around his cock.

So you did the only thing you could, which was to grind down harder on him, causing him to let out a shaky breath, finally moving you against him to get some friction.

"Fuck... let me feel you, darlin'."

Ari made a new rhythm, one he managed with his eyes locked on yours, hands roaming from your waist to your back, then tangled in your hair as you leaned in and bit his bottom lip, making him groan.

“You gonna fall in love with me, Ari?” you teased against his mouth.

“I think I already am,” he said, before he could stop himself.

You didn’t answer, thinking it was part of the game. You just smiled, leaned back, hands on his chest, and started moving faster, driving him out of his mind. 

Every sound you made wrapped around his ribs and squeezed. He didn’t know what felt better, the pressure building low in his stomach, or the way you moaned his name like it tasted sweet in your mouth. The feel of your wet, hot pussy through your jeans was just a bonus.

He'd slept with beautiful women. Charming women. Women who made love like it were their last day on earth. 

But you? You were different.

And the way you looked, curls akimbo, lips parted, eyes locked on his like you were seeing to the bottom of him, that image seared into him. 

He stood, picking you up effortlessly, grabbing you under your ass.

“I’m assuming that your bed is up here?”

You just nodded, breathless at his power as he carried you up the stairs to the loft where your king sized bed was.

He reached the top and dropped you on the bed. You bounced a little as he reached for you and unbuttoned your jeans, dragging them down your legs along with your panties.

Shit, he wasn’t wasting any time.

He stopped and proceeded to strip off his own clothes.

“Take off the rest of your clothes,” he commanded and you scrambled to comply, removing your top and your bra and watching him undress at the same time. You almost groaned at the sight of his cock.

You hadn’t always been a cock hungry slut, but you were a little obsessed. Ari was big and long, not the longest you’d had, but definitely the thickest. It was beautiful: veiny and flushed, with a large swollen head that leaked precum down his shaft. You knew it was going to be amazing when he stretched you out.

Then you noticed his balls. They looked full and heavy. You couldn’t help but lick your lips as you imagined how much cum he’d have for you. Ari smirked down at your wide eyes on him as he pushed your shoulders until you were lying on your back.

He hooked your thighs with his hands and dragged you until your ass was at the edge of the bed and you squealed with surprise as he lifted your feet up to his shoulders. This was quite the change from your usual three positions with your one night stands: missionary, cowgirl, or doggy style.

When he rubbed the his thick tip along your soaked slit, you closed your eyes and moaned. He tapped the entrance to your pussy with his cock, holding your hip to ensure that you didn't make him slip inside you.

Yeah. Ari wasn’t like other guys.

You felt the weight of him as he dragged his cock through your slippery, swollen pussy, smearing your slick all over him and you looked down, mesmerized by the sight. This was going to be good.

Ari looked down angrily.

"Fucking soaked for me," those blue eyes snapped up to yours, freezing you in place. "You always this wet?"

He licked those red lips and if you had a heart you would have been in trouble. You’d never been this wet with anyone before. You just shook your head no, not trusting yourself to answer, lest you have him thinking, correctly, that he was the shit.

But he read you anyway. That smile was both beautiful and annoying.

"For me? You shouldn't have... might get me addicted."

You scowled at him, but then you bit your lip as he started to draw circles on your clit with his penis. You were dickmatized again, eyes riveted to the spot as you moaned.

He tapped his cock against your clit to get your attention.

“Look at me.”

You looked at him through your lashes.

“Do you have any condoms?”

Oh no. Did you? You couldn’t think because of the pre-orgasmic haze you were in. Ari licked his finger and then brought it down to caress your clit while he waited for your answer.

That didn’t help the clarity of your thinking.

“Ch-check the top drawer.”

You gestured toward your nightstand, hoping it was the right direction. 

He left you, opened legged and bereft as he went on his mission, and you breathed a sigh of relief when he said, “Found them.”

Thank god. You were about to beg him to ride you bareback if he hadn’t found any. He sheathed himself and then moved back into his previous position.

He rubbed himself over your slit again, and you moaned.

“Right about here, between these beautiful thick thighs, wouldn’t you agree?”

He was driving you crazy. Your cunt was humming on a five at the bar, but he had ramped her up to an 11. You’d never been this desperate for a cock before.

“Just fuck me, please!”

He chuckled and lined the head of his cock against your entrance, but didn’t push home. He teased you for a second, before dragging it up and down one last time, just to see the look your face.

Beautiful.

“You sure about this?”

His voice was pure sin. You opened your eyes fully and glared at him.

Gorgeous.

“Yes, Ari. I need you.”

That must have been enough because he immediately plunged in, inch by glorious fat inch, straight to your core. 

“Oh fuck!”

Ari’s meaty cock stretched you out, and your head fell back in ecstasy as your hips instinctively arched to take him in deeper. You were panting from pure pleasure as you tried to adjust to his thickness.

“You like that? Like my thick cock in this little pussy?”

“Yes, God, yes!”

You couldn’t stop yourself from bucking against him to try to get him to move. He was still as a statue and his jaw was clenched from restraint.

“Tell you what, if you beg me to fill your pussy with cum, I’ll fuck you so hard your head spins. Deal?”

“Um…” you couldn’t form your thoughts to beg, or to realize that there would be no cum filling because of the condom.

“Why don’t you think about it and let me know,” Ari said casually as if he were talking to a customer browsing his gallery.

But he started thrusting slowly into your cunt as the electric current in his dick made you crave the roughness he’d suggested.  You tried to pull yourself together, but it didn’t work.

Ari was transfixed by your breasts. They looked delicious.

“Play with your nipples,” Ari growled.

You cupped your breasts with your hands and pulled at the stiff peaks. He continued his leisurely pace, except now everything was worse. Or better.

Every time you pulled your nipples, you felt a corresponding pull between your legs. And then there was the way he was looking at what you were doing, eyes half lidded and mouth open as you touched yourself. Fuck that was so erotic.

The pressure was building, but you knew you wouldn’t cum until he fucked you harder.

Ari stopped and pulled out.

“Nooooooo!” you cried, and he chuckled at you, as if he was amused.

“I really wanna make you cum, but I think I’m distracting you too much.”

You couldn’t think, but you didn’t want him to stop. A sharp smack against your swollen pussy lips made you yelp and a blast of delight surged through you. 

Holy fuck what was this guy doing to you?

When he slapped your pussy harder, you realized how completely fucked you were.

You would do whatever he wanted.

“Okay okay. Let me think…. Shit, Uh…” you were completely in a daze.

“Are you ready to beg me to fill you with my cum?” Ari reminded you of the question at hand.

He brought a finger back to your clit and rubbed devastating circles around it.

Jesus fuck, it was like he didn’t really want you to be able to talk. Catching a moment of clarity, you rushed it out.

“Please, Ari, fuck me hard and fill me with your cum. Pretty please. I just need your cum. Promise I’ll be the best fucktoy you’ve ever had, please?”

He gave you an evil grin and caressed your clit harder. You whimpered.

“Please, Ari. Need your cum.”

He stopped rubbing and you felt his tip nudging into you, and you were almost purring from the pleasure. He pressed in until he bottomed out, waves of bliss washing over you. You started trembling preemptively.

“Good girl,” he announced as he pulled out gently, only to slam back in hard.

“Oooooo, fuck, oh my god!” you gasped out as he fucked you ruthlessly. 

The sound of your moans mixed with the squeaking of your bed, and you continued to play with your tits which only increased your pleasure.

You went from one peak to another as you quickly spiraled toward your orgasm, Ari’s grunts each time he sank into you helping to speed you along.

“Such a….good… little… breedable…. Fucktoy…..”  

He slammed into you, groaning with every word. All it took was one brush of his finger to push you over the edge.

You screamed, “Oh, god, yes!” as you came all over his cock and writhed against him as he roared that he was cuming. New waves of rapture surged between your legs, traveling throughout your entire body.

He drilled into you for a moment longer, and the intense aftershocks were almost too much to bear. When he finally pulled out, the room swirled around you and you let out a tiny giggle. 

Ari did promise to fuck you hard enough to make it spin.

He went to the bathroom and disposed of the condom and then returned and pulled you up the bed to make you his little spoon.

You reveled in the smell of sweat and sex, almost getting high on the scent. You laughed softly like you couldn’t believe what just happened. But he knew. He knew exactly what happened.

He was ruined.

But you were a one-night promise, a walking fantasy with no intentions of calling back. And still, as you lay in bed with him, catching your breath, his hands on your body, Ari knew he didn’t want this to end. 

Not anytime soon.

“You don’t have to stay if you have something in the morning…”

You meant that to sound more definitive, like you were inviting him to leave, but Ari had wrecked you so much that you didn’t have the energy to be cold. That was the reason you turned, burrowed into his chest and let your eyelids get heavy.

Ari chuckled. 

“Don’t worry, Muse. I’ll get out of your hair soon. Just catching my breath.”

“... the fuck is Muse?...” you questioned on your way to sleep, the rhythm of his fingers on your thighs the nails in your coffin of sleep.

“You are. You’re my Muse.”

You didn’t quite feel the kiss on your forehead. But you smiled.

—----

In the morning, the light in your apartment was rude.

It filtered through the curtains like it had a personal vendetta, hitting your face just as you tried to pretend the night didn’t happen the way it did. Your limbs were sore in that satisfied way, like you’d run a marathon, but only with your hips. 

You stretched. Yawned. Felt the warmth behind you.

Shit.

Ari was still there.

He was on his side, one arm slung over your waist like it belonged there. His broad chest was on your back, and his nose buried in your neck, breathing you in.

You shifted. He didn’t move. Just tightened his hold with that annoying, possessive kind of tenderness.

“Morning,” he mumbled into your skin, his gravelly morning voice threatening to do you in.

“Mhmm,” you answered, noncommittally. You carefully peeled his arm off. 

“You can go, you know.”

That got his attention. He lifted his head, messy hair falling over his eyes, beard pressed with pillow lines. 

He looked like sex personified.

“Damn. No coffee? No kiss on the cheek? Not even a fake number on a Post-it?”

“Don’t make this weird, Ari.”

You’re out of bed now, grabbing your robe from the chair, ignoring the way his eyes tracked your every move. You knew the drill. One-night stands didn’t turn into brunch plans.

He propped himself up and leaned against your headboard like it was custom-built for him.

“Wasn’t trying to. Just… didn’t think you’d be in such a rush to forget me.”

“I’m not,” you lied, tying your hair up with a scarf, trying to be as unattractive as possible. 

You had no idea that to him you looked like the most beautiful painting he'd ever seen.

“I just like to keep things clean. No open tabs.”

“Hmm.” 

He studied you for a long moment, then stretched like a cat, unapologetically naked and smug. 

“You always kick people out like this? Or am I just special?”

You sighed. He wasn't making it easy. He was too comfortable in your space. Too charming. Too in your face.

“I didn’t peg you for the lingering type.”

“I’m not. But something about your bed makes me reconsider my brand.” 

He grinned. 

“And you snore a little. It’s cute.”

You whirled around. 

“I do not snore.”

He laughed. Like it was a private joke between you. It softened you for a second. Just a second. You cleared your throat and motioned down toward the door.

“Seriously. You should go.”

He nodded slowly, slid out of your bed and grabbed his clothes, treating you to the sight of him getting leisurely getting dressed. When he caught you watching, he grinned, and you scoffed, going down the stairs so you wouldn’t be tempted stare any more.

Ari walked past you, stopped at the doorway and turned.

“If this is your way of making sure I don’t catch feelings... it might be too late.”

That caught you off guard. He shrugged.

“It’s fine. I’m not asking for a toothbrush or a drawer. But if you ever want to fuck again… or talk about art… or do both at the same time…You know where to find me, Muse.”

He winked. The mutherfucker actually winked, then walked out like he didn’t just ruin your perfectly controlled system. 

You stood there, silent, heart hammering a little harder than you would have liked. And only when the door clicked shut did you whisper: 

“...Goddamn it.”

——-

Muse: Two

So… whaddya think? 🤔

[cheekytv]

party animals - g. a. clarke x f!reader - having a brother in a frat sounds like fun in theory. just that yours is extremely protective and won't let any of his frat bros touch you. that doesn't stop neither you nor the hot new exchange student from england from spending the best night of your lives together, though.

pairing: george x f!reader genre: porn with plot, MDNI!! warnings: alcohol consumption, making out, fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!!!), creampie, praise wc: 3.8k a/n: hi guys! so this is my little late contribution to the backwards cap gate george started in jason's stream last month. seeing him again with the backwards cap in the prague stream... well, here we are now. i hope you enjoy!

carrying kegs with your brother definitely had not been on your to-do list for today. how wonderful to have an older brother full of surprises. 

groaning, you walked up the steps, your hands locked underneath the keg filled with probably the cheapest beer available at walmart. 

“almost there!” your brother, steven, called and you rolled your eyes, your muscles straining. why had you said yes to this again? ah, right. because he said if you helped him there might be a chance he’d let you go to the party later. this was always a discussion with him: you, his baby sister joining him and his frat bros at their legendary parties. so far, you’ve only been to one of them and when one of steven’s brothers looked at you a little too long… well, let’s just say he wasn’t a brother for much longer. 

so, you had been banned from the house for the last three months, steven too protective of you, especially with all the freshmen joining. it had taken all of those months and many, many conversations with your brother to get him to calm down and realise you weren’t a seventeen year old high schooler anymore. 

his condition was for you to help out and if you, as he put it, “behaved enough”, you’d be welcome at the party. bullshit, if anyone asked you. not that anyone did. 

“you have like thirty muscle-packed dudes in there and you let your little sister carry the heavy shit, sure.” you mumbled, finally reaching the top of the stairs. steven just chuckled, signalling you with his head to follow him inside. what a dick - where else would you go, when you carried the same fucking keg? 

the frat house was cleaner than you anticipated and you clicked your tongue, impressed.

“did you pay someone to come over and clean?” you asked, still following steven’s lead. he shook his head, looking backwards as he walked into the roomy kitchen. 

“nah, we did this ourselves. but we did hire someone for afterward.”

“yikes, hope you pay them well.”

finally, steven and you put the keg down onto the floor. with a heavy breath, you wiped your forehead with your sleeve. looking around the kitchen, you saw a few of his bros outside the window by the pool, getting the outside party-ready as well. placing your hands on your hips, you look back at your brother.

“anything else you need help with, boss?” you grinned slightly and steven grinned brightly back.

“nope, thanks, sis. you can go get ready and be here at, let’s say, nine-ish?” he walked over to you, placing his hand on your shoulder. “and don’t forget. my bros are off-limits.”

you just rolled your eyes. 

“yeah, whatever. see you later!” you present him with a salute before turning around and jogging out the house, the open door letting in fresh warm air. the temperature was in the fucking 80s today, why on earth had you decided on a long-sleeved shirt? 

just when you put your foot on the first step down, your eyes caught something flying your way. your eyes widened, hands flying to protect your face - only for whatever object was rushing your way to be pushed away just in time before it could knock all your teeth out.

“fuck, are you alright, love?” 

was- was that a british accent in the midst of fuckass winona?! 

slowly, you lowered your hands, finding the eyes of your saviour looking at you with slight worry. 

fuck, his eyes are ridiculously blue, what the hell.

“oh, i, uh, yeah- yeah i’m good, thanks.” you blinked a few times, feeling your cheeks heat. your saviour didn’t just have beautiful blue eyes - he had a beautiful everything. soft-looking skin, a perfectly shaped nose, carefully trimmed beard and way too inviting lips. not to mention his mullet. you swallowed.

“glad to hear it.” he smiled and you and of course his smile was flawless as well. what a joke. you coughed once and looked away, not noticing the knowing smirk growing on his face.

“th-thanks for saving me, I, uh, gotta go now, but, uh- bye!” oh, what the fuck. 

quickly, you ran down the stairs, seeing the object the british adonis had saved you from laying right there. a soccer ball. you almost laughed at that. of course it was a soccer ball. 

without giving it any more thought, you rushed off the property, making your way to your car. now wasn’t the time to thirst over handsome british guys, no, it was time to pick out an outfit with your best friend and show up to the party looking as sexy as possible. 

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ten minutes after nine, you stood on the frathouse doorstep with your best friend nora. the house was already well full, music was blasting through the speakers and making the floor vibrate. laughter and screams of joy were filling the house and you and nora linked hands before walking in. 

you had outdone yourself with your outfit, hair and make-up tonight. everything looked absolutely perfect. your dress was short and tight, and your boots and spirits both high. now you only needed your brother to be too distracted with whatever girl he wanted to get with tonight to notice just how slutty you had dressed yourself. 

“see him anywhere?” nora asked into your ear and you bit down on your dark red lip, shaking your head. nora was of course talking about the british hottie from earlier. as it turned out, he was actually a new member of the frat, a transfer from bristol in england, named george. he was the same age as your brother, making him two years older and, gods, was he delicious. 

walking further into the room, you felt a lot of eyes on you, fueling your confidence. grinning happily, you let your eyes roam through the room, trying to find george. and when you finally made it outside to the pool, you found him. he was leaning against one of the pillars holding up the balcony, talking to a fellow frat bro. and, holy fuck, he looked hot. washed out blue jeans, white tee and a baseball cap on backwards on his brown mop of hair. 

“there he is.” you said nodding in his direction and nora sucked in a breath.

“oh, yeah, you gotta get with him, babe.” she smirked, checking george out. you sighed.

“steven will literally kill me. and him, too.” 

“not if he never finds out.” nora winked at you, “let me distract him for you.” 

you grimaced.

“is this your way of telling me you want to fuck my brother?”

“perhaps.” she giggled and left you by yourself, mixed feelings inside of you. on one hand, your best friend and your brother sounded like a match made in hell, but on the other… you turned your head to look back at george - just in time to see him look at you. oh shit. your body instantly began to tingle, your stomach rocking some cartwheels. 

george let his eyes wander over your body, head to toes and back, his red cup pressed to his lips as he smirked. he made his way over right then, his eyes locked on yours. holding your breath, you watched him, every step making your stomach do even more gymnastic tricks. 

“i was hoping to see you here.” he said when he finally reached you, leaning slightly forward so he could say the words right into your ear. the music was still pounding and you appreciated it as much as it made you shake. 

“same.” you admitted shyly and george bit down on his lip. 

“i’m george, by the way. forgot all about my manners earlier.” he grinned and stretched out his hand which you took to shake, almost whimpering at how big his hands were. you introduced yourself too and he nodded.

“you’re steven’s sister, right?” he tilted his head. oh, wonderful. he already knows who i am. you suppressed a sigh.

“yep. that would be me.” you confirmed.

“i’ve heard we aren’t exactly allowed to look at you too long if we wanna stay in the frat.” 

you rolled your eyes. “yeah, i guess so.” was this his way of teasing you? was he maybe even making fun of you? caught you being flustered earlier and checking him out now and somehow found it really funny to-

“how lucky for me then, that different rules apply to exchange students.” your breath got stuck in your throat and your heart speed rose, the hot air around you suddenly feeling way hotter than before. 

“oh- that- yeah, that, that’s lucky.” you stuttered and george laughed slightly, his head lowering for a second before he looked back at you. 

“right, let’s get you a drink, shall we?”

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one drink turned into two and sitting on a lounge chair next to each other turned into you sitting on his lap, his big hand resting on your thigh as he whispered sweet things into your ear in that incredibly sexy accent of his. 

“you know, when i saw you earlier… i already knew that i needed to see you again,” his breath was hot against your ear and you shuddered against him, your hands resting on his shoulders. 

“really?” you whispered back and george nodded, pushing your hair back behind your ear.

“yeah. you just looked so cute all flustered.” his smirk only grew, his eyes sparkling in the moonlight. you groaned, shoving your head into the crook of his neck.

“george! i wasn’t flustered!” you whine and george laughs, his hands moving from your thighs to your back, holding you tight. 

“oh, you weren’t? my bad then.” he chuckled and you leaned back, your eyes catching his again. automatically, you held your breath and your gaze slowly shifted between his eyes and lips, the heat between the two of you ever growing.

“i can’t guarantee anything if you continue to look at me like that, darling.” he whispered then and you sucked in a breath. 

“you can do with me whatever you want, george.” you heard yourself reply then and now it was on george to groan. 

“fuck,” he just breathed out before finally closing the gap between you. his lips devoured yours and one of his hands found your face, cupping it posessively. you made quick work to switch positions on top of him, your legs now on either side of his thighs, straddling him. 

Making out with george was definitely one of the top ten moments of your life. the way he held you tight, his tongue swirling against yours hungrily, small moans escaping him whenever you dug your fingers into his nape. If it were up to you, you’d do this forever. 

“wanna go up to your room?” you boldly asked, causing george to moan against your lips.

“fuck, yeah, i do” george kissed you again, hands moving to your thighs again, squeezing them, “but we gotta be sneaky, darling.” 

being sneaky turned out to mean him getting up and going to the second floor by himself and for you to join in after a few minutes, finding him waiting for you in front of his bedroom. 

there was no holding the two of you back after that. the second his bedroom door was closed behind you, your back was pressed against it and george’s lips were back on yours. hands were roaming everywhere and for a few moments you weren’t sure where he began and you ended. 

his shirt was discarded only moments later, your fingers gliding over his strong back. he had his hands move underneath your dress, your breath hitching when you felt him brush against your sensitive skin. somehow, his touch was already intoxicating. 

“did you dress like this for me, darling? be honest.” his lips were right by your ear, slowly moving down your neck and you tipped your head back, letting out a soft moan.

“yeah, wanted to look good for you…”

“oh, and that you do, sweetheart.” 

george lifted you up, your legs automatically wrapping around his waist, hands back on his nape. he carried you over to the bed, dropping you onto it and climbing on top of you. the heat between you grew with every passing second, and when you felt his fingers between your legs slowly making their way up, you were sure your body was about to go up in flames.

when he finally made contact with your core, his thumb brushing against your clit, another soft moan left your mouth, making george chuckle lightly. 

“you like that, hm?” he dipped down, his lips back on your neck, kissing down and over your collarbone, free hand now shoving up your dress. you were nothing but putty in his hands. if it were up to you, he could do with you whatever he wanted - thankfully, george seems to have the same idea. 

his kisses trail down even further, hands now moving up to get your dress off you completely, leaving you in nothing but your lacy panties. george almost growls when he sees your bare tits, his mouth instantly attaching to your stiff nipples. crying out, your fingers flick his baseball cap off his head and dig into his scalp. his brown curls are soft underneath your fingertips and your body arches against him as his mouth devours your nipples. 

sleeping with strangers is not something you do often, but right now you are more than happy to have chosen this tonight. george knows exactly what he’s doing, pushes all the right buttons with you almost as if you had done this countless times before. he seems to be reading your mind, your body language telling him everything he needs to know. 

he notices the way your breath gets stuck in your throat when he touches that one spot on your hips, notices how your fingers dig deeper into his scalp when his teeth graces your nipple. he feels the way your body heats up with every kiss and every lap of his tongue. in a perfect world, he would have the whole night to make you his fully; he would trace every inch of your skin with his lips, mark you for everyone to see. 

but he knows there is only so much time you have with everyone partying downstairs, with your brother somewhere in the mass of people. so, he decides to go a step further sooner than he wishes he had to.

moving down your body he continues to kiss your soft skin, hands roaming over every curve. he could get addicted do you, he’s sure of it. a part of him wants to get addicted to you. the lower he moves, the more speed your heart picks up, your chest heaving. and then, finally, he hooks his fingers underneath the waistband of your panties, getting them off you in no time. 

you are even more beautiful than he anticipated. he sucks in a breath, his eyes scanning your glistening folds. “you are so pretty and wet for me, love.” he mumbles, his finger now gliding through your lips, causing you to whimper. his eyes flick to yours, both of your gazes full of heat and need. 

he doesn’t need any more encouragement. he dips down his head, tongue immediately connecting with your folds. he begins to devour you like he had never tasted anything as delicious before and perhaps that’s not even far from the truth. 

your hips move against his face, one hand gripping his curls, the other the bedsheets. his tongue feels like paradise must - feels like all your worries and fears have suddenly disappeared. he wants to make you feel the best you ever had and you’re sure he’s going to succeed. 

your taste is sweet and bitter and intoxicating. george flicks his tongue against your clit, his fingers slowly moving towards your pussy, ready to sink inside you. and when he does, when two of his perfect fingers find their way inside you, you already know it won't take him long to get you to cum all over his hand.

george’s eyes slightly roll back, your walls so tight and warm around his fingers. he begins slowly, taking his sweet time to open you up. he curls his fingers, hitting you right where you need him to. soft moans escape you and your eyes flutter shut, head tipped back and hips moving to meet his fingers.

“aren’t you doing well for me, darling? look so pretty, too.” his movements become quicker, lips now closing around your clit and sucking, your body beginning to shake with pleasure. 

“g-george, am close!” you cry out and it sounds like music to his ears. his fingers fuck into you harder, his tongue circling your clit sensually but with enough pressure to send you over the edge. 

the first orgasm hits you hard and seemingly out of nowhere. you cry out his name over and over, your legs closing around his neck now, riding out your orgasm against his face. george thinks he would love to be suffocated between your thighs, his face buried in your dripping pussy. 

his strong hands move your legs apart again, sitting up in the process. your eyes fly open again, breath still unsteady as you watch him above you. god, he looks incredibly like this. just the moonlight shining through the window, his hair a mess just like his face. his skin is glistening with your essence and his eyes are full of need. need for you. for this.

he dives forward and his lips are back on yours, his hands working to get his jeans and briefs off, shoving them down his legs and freeing his aching erection. your arms wrap around his neck, nails dragging along his back. he is so broad, so big, it almost makes you moan in frustration. 

“i got you, baby.” he whispers against your mouth and you swallow, your lips searching for his again. you doubt you’ll ever get enough of kissing him - which could be a problem for when this moment is over. you decide to shove that thought far back into your subconscious. 

he moves slightly, reaching for something on the side of the bed, and you quickly move your hand to stop him.

“wait,” you say breathlessly, his eyes finding yours, “i want you to fuck me raw, george, please. i’m on birth control… and as long as you haven’t fucked around…-,” he interrupts you with a heated kiss. 

“fuck, i was hoping you’d say that not gonna lie.” he grins against your lips, “i’m clean, baby, and i would love to fuck you raw.”

you feel his head press against your entrance and your breath gets stuck in your throat. 

“you ready, love?” his voice makes shivers run over your back and you nod, fingers back in his curls and your lips pulling him into another heated kiss. george groans as he sinks into you, his tongue lapping against yours inside your mouth.

with every inch, your body grows more and more accustomed to him, your legs now wrapped around his waist fully. he feels insane inside of you, feels like he has met his perfect match. and when he does his first thrust, both of you breathe out at the same time, eyes staring at one another. 

he can’t help himself. his thrusts become fast and hard from the get go, his head burrowed in the crook of your neck. there is no stopping the moans, the cries you let out. you don’t care if anyone hears, hells, you don’t care if anyone catches you. george fucks you like he owns you and, fuck, do you wish he truly did. 

“you feel so fucking good, take me so fucking well.” george is groaning into your ear and it feels almost godly. 

your hips try to meet his, your nails now back to dragging along his back, leaving marks on it you feel extremely proud of. you let him fuck you like he wants, like he knows you want it, like you know you need it. it’s like a game neither of you can lose. a game that both of you will win and share the price.

george feels himself closing into his own release, but he wants to make sure you climax at least one more time before he does. he brings his thumb down, between your bodies and presses down on your swollen clit, rubbing it in circles that have you see stars.

“fuck, george!” your back arches once more, head falling back against his pillow and george takes the opportunity to suck on your neck, leaving a beautiful hickey right there for everyone to see. 

“cum for me, love, give me another one, hm? i know you want to.”

he’s right, you want to. you want to and you do. his cock fucks into you once, twice and finally the knot within you snaps open again, orgasm number two erupting within your body. waves of pleasure milk his cock inside you, make him go even more feral than he already was. 

finally, he explodes within you, hot and white cum spreading in your willing pussy, making you clench around him over and over. god, how could someone feel so good inside you?

“fucking hell.” george collapses on top of you, his body weight feeling more welcome than bothersome. you hug him close, enjoying the feeling of him softening inside you, of his chest heaving against yours.

you suddenly hear the music again, feel the bass, realise you are not in a bubble somewhere with the hot exchange student from england but still in your brother’s frat house. which brings you to the very obvious problem waiting for you downstairs. 

“we should head back in a bit.” you whisper, fingers softly caressing his head. you don’t know why but it doesn’t feel strange to act like this, the sexual tension gone (for now) and instead leaving place for something entirely different.

george lifts his head, his pretty blue eyes looking into yours. a small smile plays on his lips.

“wish we didn’t have to, not gonna lie.” he admits and you chuckle, leaning forward and pressing a kiss onto his cheek.

“me too, believe me. but steven will notice, even if nora manages to distract him. he never leaves to hook up during a party.”

pouting, george finally gives in, rolling off of you. he hands you your clothes and you hand him his and the two of you are nothing short but giggly as you get dressed. 

and when you get back down, you are just as mortified as you are relieved when you spot nora and your brother making out in the kitchen, oblivious to where you had been for the past who-even-knows-how-long. all you know is, george doesn’t leave your side for the rest of the evening and you are pretty sure he won’t leave until the plane takes off back to london. 

[starmaidengarden]

Hi! Can I ask for a family fluff with Diasomnia? The reader could be the adopted child of Lilia (a junior) who just started college (along with Sebek).

𝐃𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐧𝐢𝐚 𝐅𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟 | 𝐚𝐬 𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐚’𝐬 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐝

note: I absolutely loved this! I had a fun time writing it, and I truly hope you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it.

—Lilia : Sebek : Silver : Malleus : x gn!reader. no cw/tw. Pic: Leo08ph on twt, dividers: uzmacchiato

༘˚₊➳❥Lilia

⭑.ᐟ A former general from Briar Valley’s army who’s been through countless battles… and who also sends you frog memes at 2 AM. He’s that over-the-top, super-doting dad type. Expect plenty of Dad jokes like, “Your grades are fangtastic!” because he absolutely lives for those groans. He still calls you “kiddo” and “batling” no matter how old you get, and honestly, you don’t mind.

⭑.ᐟ Get ready for chaotic breakfasts, surprise sword-fighting lessons, and bat-shaped lunchboxes filled with little notes from him.

⭑.ᐟ He'll quietly follow you around in his bat form. If you happen to stay out a bit too late, you can always count on a friendly little bat to be nearby. No need to question it—just enjoy the magic!

⭑.ᐟ He’s a prankster for sure, but his love language is 100% acts of service (with a sprinkle of chaos). He’ll ‘try’ to whip up your favorite food or teleport across campus to hand you an umbrella just because he saw rain was on the way.

⭑.ᐟ Lilia’s been around for ages, and deep down, he really treasures this second chance at having a family. With you, he’s softer and more involved. Sometimes you’ll catch him just staring at you with this bittersweet look, like he can’t believe you’re real but is scared of losing you. If you ever accidentally call him “Dad” just once, he’ll be smiling about it for the whole week.

༘˚₊➳❥Sebek

⭑.ᐟ You and Sebek somehow ended up in the same dorm building, and Lilia definitely fought for that. He tries to “train” with you every morning, insisting, “We must start the day strong!” Meanwhile, all you want is a cup of coffee.

⭑.ᐟ He can be quite loud, often calling out, “YOU’LL BE LATE TO CLASS—WAKE UP!!” But it’s clear he cares a lot; he always makes sure your bag is packed, your lunch is ready, and your notes are organized. He might be noisy, but it just shows how much he looks out for you.

⭑.ᐟ When you sincerely thank him for helping you, he short-circuits—blinking, blushing, and stammering like a cartoon character. He’s terrible at casual affection; a simple pat on your shoulder feels like defusing a bomb.

⭑.ᐟ Gets embarrassed if you call him “Sebby” or “big bro” and may yell in protest, but he won’t actually stop you.

⭑.ᐟ There was even a study session where you fell asleep on his shoulder, and he didn’t budge for two hours! He’ll walk you to class—even if it’s out of his way—just to make sure you’re safe and on time.

⭑.ᐟ If you’re feeling down, though, his whole world flips. He’ll show up with snacks and offer to duel your problems away. Sure, he might call you annoying now and then, but if anyone else dares to insult you, he’ll defend you like a knight!

༘˚₊➳❥Silver

⭑.ᐟ Silver is like that super chill older sibling who always has your back and gives you the best life advice while gently coaxing Lilia into letting you sleep in a bit longer.

⭑.ᐟ He doesn’t need to say a lot; you can just feel how much he cares. It shows in the little things, like how he sets out an extra teacup for you or walks on the outside of the sidewalk to keep you safe. It’s nice to know he’s looking out for you.

⭑.ᐟ He’s great at giving quiet advice and loves taking naps with you when you need to recharge—it’s like a special bonding time! When you’ve been up too late, he’ll pop in and say, “You really need some sleep.” And if you ever oversleep for class, he’s the one who shows up with breakfast, saying, “Lilia asked me to check if you’re okay”

⭑.ᐟ Silver is protective, just like Sebek but he does it in such a way. If you’re feeling down, he won’t push you to talk; he’ll just sit with you until you’re ready to share.

⭑.ᐟ He even loves to make you flower crowns, sweetly mentioning that he just “happened to find some pretty flowers nearby.”

⭑.ᐟ When you plan a “sleepover,” it usually turns into an actual sleep session! You might try to have a fun movie night, but he often ends up knocked out within ten minutes—whether that’s on your floor, the couch, or halfway through a slice of pizza. You check in with a laugh, “You good?” and there he is, blissfully asleep with the pizza still in hand.

༘˚₊➳❥Malleus

⭑.ᐟ The moment he found out Lilia adopted you, he was excited. “A sibling for Silver and Sebek? How delightful.”

⭑.ᐟ He sometimes drops by your dorm unexpectedly to “check in.” Everyone else panics a bit, but you’re just like, “Oh, hey, Malleus!” He’s a little shy at first—still figuring out how to show affection casually—but he tries.

⭑.ᐟ Malleus has a talent for appearing right when you need him most. If you let out a sigh, you can bet you’ll see those glowing green sparks, and he’ll be right there. “Are you feeling down? Who has upset you? I’ll take care of it.” When you’re feeling stressed and can’t sleep, he tells you the sweetest fae bedtime stories. There was even a time you dozed off resting against him, and he stayed completely still for hours, watching over you like you were precious.

⭑.ᐟ One time, you braided his hair, and he didn’t say a word, but you could tell he enjoyed it just by the way his tail kept swaying.

⭑.ᐟ He really wants to be involved in your hobbies, too! Whether you're into art, music, or gaming, he’ll ask to join in, even if he’s not the best at it. He genuinely wants to share those experiences with you.

Extra Fluff

⭑.ᐟ You have a family group chat. It’s 50% memes from Lilia, Sebek sending his over-the-top motivational messages, Silver occasionally hitting send in his sleep, and Malleus mixing up emojis in the most lovable way.

⭑.ᐟ Magical family dinners are chaotic but it’s always filled with love. Lilia loves to try out new recipes (some are hit or miss), Sebek can’t help but complain a bit, Silver sleepily munches on just about anything, Malleus is just delighted to be there, and you often find yourself googling whether what we’re eating is even edible.

⭑.ᐟ Group movie nights involve Sebek trying to act unimpressed, Silver snoring halfway through, Lilia laughing the loudest, and you and Malleus trying to understand the plot.

⭑.ᐟ And rest assured, they’re all ready to hex anyone who even thinks about breaking your heart.

[passivenovember]

alright so part of my goal this year is to get more comfortable writing smut, like. filthy, primal, passionate smut. And I've definitely been practicing, okay? but i'm not at a point yet where i can post a full ficlet.

so.

here are some half-baked, half-chubbed, half-stuffed horny little head canons (and please feel free to take any of them and expand as you see fit,,,,,if the vibe calls to you!)

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steve wears glasses. obviously, once he hits middle school and realizes that only dweebs walk around visibly touting four eyes, he begs his mom for contact lenses. and luckily, with a bread winner like papa harrington, steve gets them. There's even the option to, like, fuck with his eye color. he's always had a thing for blue eyes, green eyes--but he decides not to push his luck. unfortunately, it's not a cure all and he has to wear his glasses sometimes. at the pool, before bed, when he's hungover, if he runs out of lenses and the doc has to wait for the fucking horse and buggy to come back from indianapolis with a full cart--shit like that. but he goes to lengths to make sure no one ever sees his dorky wire frame glasses. and no one does, not even nancy wheeler, until billy. i'm not sure how it happens. if they're already giving each other hand jobs under the bleachers, or if steve's got a cold or something one day and doesn't wear his contacts because his eyes are burning, so he ducks into gym wearing fucking glasses, and. when billy realizes steve harrington’s pink cheeked and hunched over and trying to get into his gym shorts as quick as possible, wearing lenses that make his bambi brown eyes even larger? like a dumb little slut who's never even kissed, let alone had someone's cock in his mouth? Shut the fuck up! billy corners him, and roughs him up a little, and cums all over those ugly wire frames. it happens once and then it becomes an all the time sort of thing. he man-handles steve constantly, when their situation gets comfortable and they start doing sleep overs and shit, and the frames bend, a little, over time. fucked out of shape from billy's constant heavy petting.

personally, i think billy is very resourceful when it comes to forging cock rings out of whatever makes the most sense in any given moment. and i think his little creations offer up varying results. i think one of them ends up with a rubber band up their ass at one point because it broke up there.

steve's a big fan of using cum as lube. huge fan of dry humping until one or both of them cum into rough cotton, and gathering what he can salvage. he's into slow, sloppy hand jobs and spitting milky white from his mouth when he sucks billy off so none of it goes to waste. maybe it stems from never wanting to swipe his platinum am-ex card (cheap as shit, just like his dad), maybe he just likes fucking billy's cum into himself. maybe that gets him harder than it ever has any right to! who's to say!

steve harrington, known pillow humper, quite frankly.

imagine them sharing a fleshlight. just....think about it for two seconds!

the one time they get down and dirty in billy's bedroom, he doesn't change the sheets for weeks and months after and when he finally does because he has to because even if it's fucking hot to sleep on top of steve's dried cum every night, billy has his limits. he wasn't raised in a barn. but, when he finally peels them away, he never uses those sheets again. they live under his bed, squished between the frame and the wall, and he cuddles with them sometimes as if they're some sort of sad, demented teddy bear.

steve teaching himself to suck dick on any and everything and billy being so feral over it.

are these anything?? (sorry)

[the-maid-of-witchwood]

Drop your headcanons for Pete and his ships, I dare you

*cracks knuckles*

Solo headcanons:

Lives at home but does visit and stay with Ted from time to time

Also is allowed to use Ted’s place for hangouts (usually plans them for when he knows Ted won’t be home though)

Their extended family all live in Poland and they visit every summer, every second Christmas

He knows Polish

Wants to be more in touch with his heritage

Their paternal grandparents live beside a goat farm and Ted always climbs the fence to terrorise them. One of Pete’s earliest memories is one of said goats beating the shit out of Ted for it

In turn, he’s not particularly fond of goats. Not scared per se, but would rather avoid them

His mom put him in a ton of after school activities in the hopes he would make friends: tap, musical theatre, chess, cooking, computing, ballroom and Latin dancing, ice skating, hiking, birdwatching, golf and first aid training

Subsequently, has some really weird skills and knowledge

Hot chocolate is one of the only drinks he’ll have

He isn’t as fussy with his food, but drinks? Yeah

Definitely had one of those at home magic kits as a child

Has been in the school shows but just ensemble or running the sound board

Tries to get Ruth to join him in the ensemble but she always chickens out before sign ups last minute

Has beef with Kevin (Joey’s drama student) for no particular reason, he just thinks Kevin’s an idiot

Did think about becoming a tutor but after one too many horror stories from PJ, he talked himself out of it

He and Alice are childhood friends because of Bill and Ted

They use to be livid if they went into CCRP for something and the other wasn’t there to play/annoy Paul with

Decided he didn’t like Grace after she got 10/10 on a spelling test in first grade and he didn’t. He likes her now but clearly is still a little bitter about it

A huge movie geek

Both he and Richie are aggressively fighting for top marks in their film studies class

Is really good at video games

Ted got him into them and a lot of their brotherly bonding (and rivalry) comes from that

His mom use to cut his hair, it wasn’t good. Ted use to bully him for it

He plays the clarinet and is in the school orchestra because he wasn’t cool enough to be in the marching band

Favourite subject is chemistry

And wants to pursue something in that field

Plans to go to university somewhere outside of the US, probably through a scholarship

Has always been really tall

First crush was Zoey, following her serving him at Beanie’s

Ironically, everyone who works at Beanie’s (save Nora) completely hates him and shit talks him during their breaks

He can sew and makes a lot of his own clothes - matching suspenders, bow ties, jumpers and socks

Is in the school’s debate and chess clubs

Runs a DND night every month for the friend group, he usually ends up as the DM because nobody else can do it. Richie did it once and the game fell to shambles

Told everyone he was watching Bridgerton for the historical aspects as a history buff when he was actually watching for the spicy scenes - he already knew the show was historically inaccurate

Not wanting to be considered a sleaze like Ted, he ended up making himself sound very prudish in middle school and hasn’t been able to live it down

Was in the running for senior class president until Max made him step down because he didn’t want a nerd in power

Ultimately wins valedictorian

Lautski:

Pete fell first, Steph fell harder

Steph was lowkey a little disappointed when he stopped wearing the suspenders because she wanted to flick them again, definitely not as an excuse to get closer

Absolutely puts on Pete’s glasses and clothes (as best she can, probably doesn’t button up) to mock him, seductively

She’s saved as “Persephone” on his phone - similar to Stephanie, the use of “phone” and Steph is a goddess to him

She later uses the name for a DND character

He spends hours working on flirty lines for her but completely stutters through them or they’re really dorky and a little cringey, Steph still appreciates the effort

Makes online flashcards for Steph

Steph has tried and failed to play his clarinet

Do a lot of virtual dates through video call. They like spending time together but obviously can’t see each other in person 24/7, so this is the solution

He’s just there as she puts on her makeup or she’s in the background while he makes dinner

Pete’s definitely fallen asleep with the call still going

They are both night owls but Steph is a lot worse/stays up stupidly late

Pete knows Steph’s favourite makeup products/brands and has every little detail memorised about them. He knows the exact mascara type, the serial number to that red lipstick, the tip of the brush like the back to his hand

They have never had a successful date at Pasqualli’s; something always goes wrong

They also get banned eventually because Steph beat up one of the waiters (Ethan) because he use to bully Pete

Miss Retro’s is their go to

Go to sports games and competitions sarcastically together

They love road trips

Will just drive around Hatchetfield aimlessly for fun

He tries teaching Steph to dance… she stands on his toes a lot

But he loves her and still asks her to dance again and again

Steph can’t kiss Pete without standing on her tiptoes or wearing heels unless he’s bending down

Really want to do karaoke together but their music tastes don’t really overlap so it always ends horribly for someone

After their study dates, Pete always finds lipstick kisses in his notebooks but has never seen or caught Steph doing it, so is always totally thrown and confused. He was with her the entire time, how the fuck did she—

Lautskity:

Pete gets both his girlfriends shoes

More sensible ones for Steph because “you can’t wear heeled boots all the time, you’re gonna break your ankle, Stephanie” and (small) heels for Grace at prom because her parents have never let her wear anything but flats; she deserves nice shoes

She still isn’t tall enough to kiss her partners in them

As much as Pete loves handling Grace’s hair, he’s scared to touch Steph’s - it’s handled by the best, most expensive hairdressers in Hatchetfield or Steph herself, he’s not risking it

Mr Houston and Miss Mulberry go out of their way to fluster them a little about their relationship, not that it works on Steph but the other two? Screwed

They really wanna do group costumes but there are not enough poly ones out there that are well known

Steph goes to the school shows and orchestra performances for them, but doesn’t get the atmosphere at all and treats it like a concert. Has to be told to sit down and put her phone away

All cuddled up together during movie nights

Movie nights, featuring the talk over (historical inaccuracies, problems and opinions) of Pete and Grace, and the unrelated audio from whatever Steph’s watching on her phone

Grace is an early bird, big morning person, and definitely has surprised her partners to breakfast in bed on more than one occasion

They keep meaning to pay her back for it but haven’t managed to wake up before her yet (without waking her in the process, e.g. alarm clock)

Steph has a lot of photos on her phone, half are solely of Pete and Grace. She lets them walk ahead and gets really aesthetic shots without their knowledge - and then are like “wait, where did you get this lockscreen from?”

They don’t really like having their photo taken whereas Steph does

Steph likes being in the middle. She needs them either side. She’s the most physical of the three and, though she won’t admit it, gets a little anxious if they aren’t nearby for long periods of time

She’s also the clingiest

Grace is usually on her right and Pete on the left

(Yes, that’s how they sit in the Summoning, what of it?)

The amount of times Pete and Grace see each other with red marks and think the other has been hurt, only to get closer and realise it’s just Steph’s smeared lipstick is insane

Steph herself has done it at this point

They never really told anyone they were dating, everyone just kinda worked it out or knew about the feelings early on

I already did Pete and Grace, but pretend they are here too

[getmeoutofhell]

Reader W/ Mood Swings HC

Featuring: Jennifer Check, Horny the clown, Billy Loomis, Stu Marcher, Ethan Landry, Hannibal Lecter.

A/n: i hope this is okay!! i added some other people but i made sure you had what you requested!!

Jennifer Check:

Your energy was what attracted her to you in the first place. She enjoyed it when you got mad, as long as your anger wasn’t directed at her. However, once you started dating, she didn’t like it when you were mean to her. She understood that you didn’t necessarily mean to hurt her feelings, but it still upset her. You always apologized after saying something rude, and although it took her some time, she would eventually come back around.

Horny The Clown:

He's definitely in the top five most sensitive slashers, especially when it comes to his feelings. So when you're mean to him, oh boy, he really takes it to heart. He'll act like you've deeply hurt him and won't say anything; instead, he'll just walk away and won't return until later. "Do you still hate me?" he asks. You reassure him that you don't hate him and that you didn't mean to say those things. He forgives you.

Billy Loomis:

If you think Billy won't argue back, you're mistaken. Very mistaken. When he's in a bad mood, he will definitely respond if you say something he doesn't like. Your snarkiness can be a turn-on for him, but don’t overdo it. He is very stubborn, which means he won't offer an apology. He'll likely say something like, “You were the one who started it! I’m not fucking apologizing for something you did!” Deep down, he does feel bad, but he struggles to express it.

Stu Marcher:

He is the complete opposite of Billy. If you really need space, he will give it to you, even though it hurts him to leave you alone for a while. He’s willing to do whatever it takes to maintain the peace. Your words can deeply hurt him, and you often feel guilty afterward. However, he forgives you every time. He won’t tell you; but whenever you yell at him he goes and kills someone. He pretends it’s you.

Ethan Landry:

It's somewhat similar to the situation with HTC. He is very sensitive and believes that every time you two argue, it means you want to break up with him. He begs you to stay and promises never to leave you. He loves you, and if necessary, he is willing to change for you. He often says, “Baby, I’ll do anything, just please don’t leave.” He may even cry to try to manipulate you into staying.

Hannibal Lecter:

You will be eaten.

[bazookaboi]

B1ASHO: “Quick question: how often does Niko interact with other ivilitium? (Of any kind?)”

Oh boy, scandalously massive rant time. [As always take this all with a grain of salt because I am constantly redesigning this story. The drawing too because I was massing around with colours.]

This would definitely depend on where in the story’s timeline you are referring to… He has already seen Ivilitium before in his younger years, but these interactions were either hostile or with other human-raised Ivilitium. In that time he was around humans for the most part, though. Farther in the timeline, Niko is introduced to normal Ivilitium. Specifically ones from the Ivilitium Imperium (II or Imperium for short). He is mainly around Ivilitium after that. [I can’t say much more without giving away significant story lore that I would like to keep secret for future comics lol] … Unfortunately, even though Niko is eventually in contact with regular Ivilitium, He will forever be physically, mentally and socially affected by the previous human intervention that he received… and that brings me to that drawing above. :]

Most Ivilitium find Niko weird or uncomfortable to be around. He’s a little freak who knows an enemy language better than any of the ones spoken by his own species. In fact, he only knows English, and a pretty rudimentary one at that. As if that wasn’t enough, his literacy skills are almost nonexistent. The only Ivilitium known to be able of speaking a decent level of English are members of the Imperium, so this already establishes a barrier between Niko and a large percentage of his species. He can’t even communicate with non-Imperium individuals.

By most of those who do get to know him a bit better, Niko is considered to be too volatile and unpredictable for comfort. (This goes for human standards too). In the Imperium, being calm and collected is what’s socially acceptable… which is what Niko is the exact opposite of. There’s some significant differences in his behavior. Just for example, if provoked and expecting a fight, most Ivilitium perform a sort of “hostile stare down” with another before doing anything physical. Niko doesn’t hesitate in resorting to violence, though.

One of the more evident things that can be observed is Niko’s expressions compared to a regular Ivilitium… which I still need to make a separate post about. Firstly, he “smiles”. Well, it can look a bit more like a grimace, but he instinctively tugs the edges of his lips up a bit more, which is a behaviour exclusive to human-raised/ socialized Ivilitium. This would be fine if he would just keep his mouth closed while doing it… but that (sometimes) isn’t the case, with Niko showing his beak blades and gums in a very bad attempt of mimicking a human smile. His smile makes both Ivilitium and humans uncomfortable. Niko’s mouth shape makes his closed smile way too long for human comfort, making him look even more uncanny to them than he and the rest of his species already are. And for Ivilitium, his open smile makes it look like he is angry or hostile. Secondly, Niko uses his brow ridges a lot more than most Ivilitium. He also has a tendency to have a fixed and direct stare in neutral conversations/interactions with other Ivilitium, even strangers, which can be quite unsettling or even misinterpreted as hostile by the other.

Ah, and just to put the cherry on top, Niko also came out with some physical defects; most notably his lack of vibrissae. He is stunted in stimuli detection compared to other Ivilitium, which makes hunting and detecting threats more difficult. Another curious issue is that some Ivilitium have problems detecting his sex, therefore not knowing how to refer to him. It is unsure what causes this yet- but it is assumed to be some hormonal imbalance, intersex condition, or something else entirely.

But! Do not fret, Niko has managed to make one good Ivilitium friend who doesn’t see him too much as a sociopathic weirdo… Although that is probably because this individual is pretty messed up as well. Seen in the upper left corner of the drawing, meet K4. A neurotic, nervous wreck of a creature who was also human-raised. I’ll make a post about him too sometime.

—————— RRRRH B1ASHO I LOVE QUESTIONS THANK YOU

Uh, if you managed to read to the end of this monstrously-sized lore dump, here, take some extra Niko sketches as a thanks for your interest. :]

If I am forgetting something I swear I’m going to be livid.

[mytenthsideblog]

Sylus' (LADS) Birth Chart

In honor of Sylus' birthday, I present to you all my analysis of his natal birth chart. I have already made a post talking about Zayne's birth chart that can be found here. Next up will be Caleb's birth chart, which will be super interesting since I think that I have narrowed down his approximate birth time. 👀

Below is the birth information that I used to create Sylus' natal chart on astrotheme. Keep in mind that because we do not know his birth-time, that the default birth-time is 12pm, which gives us the degrees of each sign in his chart on the day he was born at 12pm. I am doing this analysis for entertainment purposes. Please note that I am still learning and growing in my study of astrology.

April 18th, 2019 in Beijing, China.

Sigh, what a man. 😍 Sylus' placements definitely scream that this man is swoon worthy, which we already knew. It's no wonder that Sylus is so beloved and a secret softy. Those Aries placements (Sun and Mercury) can only do so much to hide the softness from his Libra Moon and Pisces Venus. Anyway, let's breakdown some of these placements.

As I hinted at earlier, Sylus' Moon and Venus in Libra and Pisces, respectively, make him to be a romantic. On top of that, Sylus' Venus is exalted, meaning that the sign of Pisces is quite happy to have Venus in its domain. One thing that I have noticed about those that have Venus in Pisces is their ability to have good taste in clothing and always dressing well. In addition, I've found that there is always something artistic or an artistic element to the way people with Venus in Pisces dress. We see this in Sylus' outfits, which have an artistic flair to them. Tbh, I could make a whole post about how Sylus' style reflects his Pisces Venus. Aside from the way they dress, Pisces Venusians are sensitive and romantic, along with being very in touch with their emotions. Interestingly, Sylus' Libra Moon and Pisces Venus point to him being an artistic person. Whenever I see Libra, Pisces, and/or Leo in a person's chart, especially within the big 6 (Sun, Moon, Rising, Mercury, Venus, and Mars), I know that that person has some artistic talents.

Aside from that, Sylus' Moon in Libra makes him the type of person that wants to keep the peace and can lead to people-pleasing tendencies. With that being said, that people-pleasing tendency will be curbed by his Sun in Aries, which allows Sylus to have the confidence to live his life authentically without letting too much people-pleasing get in the way.

Speaking of which, let's talk about his Sun and Mercury in Aries. We know that Sylus is in touch with his emotions and is not afraid to express his likes and dislikes, thanks to Sun and Mercury in Aries. People with Sun and Mercury in Aries are direct and will not leave you guessing the meaning behind what they are saying. Additionally, I have always found that Aries Sun natives are active in one way or another. He's clearly good at fighting, as we have seen in the grasslands card, and in the boxing card. Aries Sun natives also like to be in control, which makes Sylus' leadership role come naturally to him. The combination of his Sun, Mercury, and Moon placements make Sylus a strong and effective leader of the N109 Zone. Sylus was certainly meant to lead.

In conjunction with Sylus's leadership, we also see that acquiring wealth comes naturally to him through his Jupiter in domicile in Sagittarius. This means that similarly to his Pisces in Venus, Sagittarius is happy to be in Jupiter -- although Sagittarius is not exalted in Jupiter. Anyway, Sagittarius in Jupiter natives have the gift of expansion, especially in financial matters. Aside from money, this placement also causes a person to enjoy philosophical discussions, as they tend to be deep thinkers.

With Mars in Gemini, Sylus likes a good mental challenge and enjoys to work with his hands. With this placement, Sylus is very open-minded, adaptable, and good at debating. It is said that Mars in Gemini natives are prone to starting arguments, and although his Sun and Mercury in Aries will enjoy hyping up his Mars in Gemini to be argumentative, his Libra Moon will come in to help mellow out that desire so that he does not fall into one extreme. Libra placements, especially in the Sun, Moon, Rising, and Mars love balance and serve in a person's chart to remember to not stray too much into one direction, especially if it disturbs the peace.

Unlike what we saw in Zayne's chart, there are no stelliums or grande trines in Sylus' chart, which isn't a bad thing. All this means is that Sylus has a little bit of each element in his chart. I've found that a lack of stelliums tends to bring balance in a person's chart.

To conclude, having looked into and dissected Sylus' chart, I can see why he appeals to so many people, including myself (my Gemini Sun, Cancer Venus, and Libra Rising are swooning hardcore at this man). He may come off as scary and intimidating (which makes me wonder if he has Scorpio Rising), but deep down there is a romantic that will fight for those he loves and cherishes. He is an adventurous, loyal, and dedicated man. Ugh, what a man. 😍

What do you think about Sylus' chart? If you have any questions or want me to talk more about certain placements in his chart, leave a comment or send me a message.

[lucidobserver]

Species transition plans thingamajig

the posts of beings explaining what they plan to do to feel more comfortable with living as themselves in the future has infected my brain so we are making this post bc why not

Physical

angel fangs piercings - could make up for the lack of weight of my canines, would do fake fangs but I can already tell my sensory issues would despise them and want to rip them off almost immediately

black out neck - with makeup, maybe if I like it after a while do it as a tattoo

start/continue working out - to be stronger and gain muscle. Im naturally pretty strong, able to pick up my friends and carry them around, but regardless it’d be good both health wise and for euphoria as well

tattoos - no specific ideas at the moment. just in general for the marking on my skin. Definitely will be doing a sleeve on an arm, or on both. Also maybe a mechanical looking tattoo on an upper arm to shoulder

continue to grow out my hair + dye it more - no exact image of how I want my hair to look, just want it v long

grow sharper and stronger nails - Probably find some of those vitamin things ive heard about that keep nails healthy

continue painting nails black - love doing this and if I can manage to get my nails long, it’d be perfect

start T - More body hair(ESP FACIAL HAIR goodness ive wanted facial hair so bad for a while now) and deeper voice? Hell yeah sounds awesome

top surgery top surgery TOP SURGERY!! - pretty self explanatory

Social / environmental

live somewhere near water - whether this be a pond, lake, somewhere(except the beach, for multiple reasons) It’d be nice to be able to fish and catch my own food! Bonus point if i’m living alone, or maybe if i have a partner(s?) live with them idk

behave more like my species - this is more so about masking less and letting myself behave like have i always wanted to. With this as well become more confident and manage my social anxiety better

Gear (I guess?)

make wings!! - I’ve made some wings for cosplay, and had a plan for making wings that can spread out, just never got to it. either ones that just are on my back and use a mechanism to spread them, or have them attached to my arms. I experience both of those kind of wings in my shifts so it doesn’t matter too much to me

red eye contacts - Or red shaded eyewear. always wanted this but didn’t know why.. stares at the loonkin..

In general collect things related to my kins(merch of my fictionkins, shiny stuff and trinkets, bones, ect)

continue putting the paw prints of my kins on the bottom of my shoes(right now have raven prints on my shoes! :])

collect more clothes that make me look broader. Like leather jackets, always wanted one of those

Misc.

create music relating to nonhumanity and such - not really physical like almost everything on this list. Dunno if i actually will try doing this, we’ll see I guess

[confuzing]

hi your apartment au has been haunting me the the whole day. i love it very much. on a scale of 1-10, how NormalTM would Bingge be about SY? How would the other tenants + heavenly demons feel about it?

oh gosh and not to mention Airplane, should we light incense for him or nah?

Bingge is soooo normal. So so so normal!

Just the normalest! He's not spending all his free time at this weird little... Village? in the middle of nowhere. He's just helping them set up a water wheel because he's neighborly like that! Oh and he's helping some of them with their cultivation because he's a nice guy! Definitely not because the other heavenly demons won't let him slip Shen Yuan some of his blood and Mu Qingfang says once SY hits a high enough level of cultivation he'll be able to wrangle his own faulty immune system.

Real talk though everyone in the apartment is extremely nice to Binghe and it kinda weird him out. Like genuine nice. Not nice because he's powerful nice. The only thing they aren't nice about are his so far fruitless efforts to quiet-kidnap Shen Yuan and they aren't really mean about that either. The grandmas, led by Granny Xue are always interrogating him about his intentions and wives... it's like they think he isn't good enough for SY or something?

Zhuzhi-lang and Tianlang Jun clock what's going on with Bingge pretty quickly and have a Conversation (and fight) about how these are their humans. They saw them first. None of them are leaving with Bingge unless they (the human) expressly say they want to go.

So Bingge just has to convince SY to come away with him. How hard could that be?

When Binghe and Mobei Jun first show up they're investigating the suspicious gathering of wandering cultivators, and then they're investigating the building and people from another dimension... But since the boys look like their dead counterparts Bingge clocks who exactly SY is pretty quickly. It doesn't help that SY absolutely pats Bingge on the head the very first chance he gets.

Airplane Bro is having a time. Mobei Jun is right there! In the flesh! Such sexy sexy flesh! He could reach out and touch him! And then Mobei Jun would probably break his arm! But he could!

(Someone mentions Airplane looks like Shang Qinghua in front of Mobei Jun and the ice demon glares at him for a solid minute before declaring "No this Shang is taller." And then he never brings it up again.)

Airplane would dearly love to shoot his shot with that glorious ice sculpture of a man but he's just... *gestures at all of himself* There's no way Mobei Jun would be interested.

Meanwhile, Mobei Jun is the first one to arrive at the apartments, sent to investigate by Bingge. He arrives in the middle of summer on a ridiculously hot night and is, while sweaty and uncomfortable confronted by a scantily clad young man (Airplane in shorts and a tank top) and a gaggle of children making ice cream in one of those hand crank machines.

Airplane of course knows exactly who this stranger is and that the ice demon is not looking to good in this heat and before Mobei Jun knows what's happening he's been ushered inside to an air conditioned room and been fed ice cream while he's questioned about being an ice demon by a bunch of very small children who's parents apparently trust him with them?? While the scantily clad man fusses over him more than his mother ever did??? This is... Nice? He is ... enjoying himself?? What is happening??? (Do humans do bridenapping? Can he just ...scoop the scantily clad man up and take him away? Not now of course, it would frighten the children. But later ...)

[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Title: Meet You There

Epilogue (read after this one)

Character(s): Joel Miller and F!xReader, Tommy and Maria mentioned.

Warning(s): SMUT! 18+ MDNI! Unprotected sex, PinV, wrap it before you tap it!

Dialogue prompts are in bold, credit goes to @ mcflymemes

Joel was never any good at making friends— before the outbreak, he didn’t have the time to go out and make friends; he had a daughter at home that needed him. He had Tommy and he had Sarah, that is all he needed.

He still had Tommy and now he had Ellie, therefore, there was no need to go to community events. It was no secret that the people of Jackson, especially the men, felt intimidated by Joel. His past was dark and word had gotten around of his past wrongdoings, and people still used it against him.

Then he met you. The town knew your name, you were known for being outspoken, wild, adventurous, intelligent, and right down hilarious. Joel was never friends with people like that— he actually despised people like you, but somehow, you managed to wedge yourself into his cold heart. Joel tried to distance himself from you, but wherever he went, you followed. God, you were so relentless, but deep down, he was glad you never left.

He was 49 and you were 29 years old, and it was definitely a weird friendship age gap. People always brought it up, or they talked about it when they thought you two were out of ear shot. But you would always hear, and go over and vocalize your opinion; you could always put people in their place, and yet, they still adored you. Joel always let his fist do the talking, whereas you would take a calm approach to any situation, and quickly diffuse it.

Tommy had told Joel that you were exactly what Joel needed; someone to keep him grounded, and someone who could talk sense into him when he wanted to knock someone out.

Joel couldn’t remember the last person he confided in— it had been so long since he had trusted anyone. But you listened to him without judgement. During difficult conversations, you would hold his hand, your thumb gently caressing the top of his hand.

And you being you, you always gave him good, sound advice. You never dismissed or invalidated his feelings or his thoughts—you genuinely cared about him.

It felt nice to have someone in his corner. Someone who set him straight when it was needed, but also to let him be him. When he was having a bad day, and the memories of his past decisions came to haunt him, you would hold his hand through it all.

When he asked to be alone, you didn’t leave, you would sit next to him in complete silence; his head would rest in your lap, or you would stay with him in his bed.

The first time you slept in his bed, you did not hesitate, nor did you question it, and you didn’t feel uncomfortable. You climbed into his bed like you’ve done it a million times; you would rest your head on his chest, and he would hold you. You kept him grounded. You made him feel safe—seen— and loved, but all in a friend way.

Life in Jackson was different now; he didn’t feel like an outsider anymore, and it was all because of you. People naturally gravitated towards you, and that got people to get know him outside of his past reputation. Even when it was time to pair up for jobs, Tommy and Maria instantly paired the two of you together.

Then one day, the summer sun was beating down on you; your skin was hot and sweaty, and strands of hair clung to your forehead.

It was yours and Joel’s turn to patrol and scout nearby areas; no clickers or raiders had been spotted in a while. The council still deemed it necessary to send at least two people to patrol and keep an eye out for any strays.

Your horse trotted along side Joel’s horse, and he couldn’t help but to glance over at you. It was one of those days where the two you sat in silence, enjoying the quietness of the woods. You had your legs crisscrossed up on your saddle, and you were braiding your horses hair as it took the lead in front of Joel’s horse.

The horse you had, it was extremely special to you, because it was a wild horse. You trained it, but the two of you fed off each other’s wildness and need for adventure. No one else was able to ride your horse, because it was only tame around you. You were too focused on braiding Raven’s hair to notice Joel’s intense gaze on your back.

Your tank top began to ride up your back, revealing some of your spine tattoo. Joel didn’t know you had a tattoo, but there was a lot you kept secret, it was what kept you mysterious.

The tattoo wasn’t very shocking, because again, you tried out everything and lived life to the fullest— even as dangerous as it was.

Joel caught up to you and Raven, “I didn’t know you had a tattoo.” He said. The two of you were always forthright with your questions. It’s what you liked about Joel now; he used to beat around the bush, but you had rubbed off on him.

“Oh yeah. It’s not my only tattoo.” You said as you nonchalantly pulled down your tank top in the front, to reveal the one between your breasts. Joel quickly turned his head, and you laughed. “Oh c’mon. It’s not like you haven’t seen a pairs of boobs before.” You said as you nudged his arm. Your horses were shoulder to shoulder and Joel shook his head.

His cheeks and the tip of his ears were red in embarrassment. “I have another one.” You said as you stood up on the saddle of your horse, and started to pull the hem of your jeans down. Joel chuckled and covered his eyes, “Look, I’ll take your word for it!” He said and you huffed in response.

Joel didn’t uncover his eyes until he heard you fall from your legs and back onto your saddle with a thump. “Want to know what it is?” You asked and he looked over at you with a slight smirk. “Do I want to know?” He asked.

“Yeah, you need to know. It’s a dandelion. It’s on my hip.” You said with a matter-of-fact tone.

Joel’s eyebrows furrowed, “A dandelion? Those yellow things that spread? In Texas we just refer to them as weeds.” He said as he adjusted the reins to his horse.

“Hm. I don’t see them that way. ‘Cause one, you can eat them. Two, they turn into this unreal, vibrant yellow color. And three, you can make wishes when you blow on them.”

“Can’t forget they multiply when you blow on them.” He said referring back to his weed comment, but you shrugged your shoulders.

“But it’s beautiful isn’t it? You blow on them, releasing all of the seeds into the air, and then they land. They transform from one thing to another, like us. We change over time, and most of the time, we evolve into something beautiful.” You say and Joel smiled at your positive outlook on the evasive flower.

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The two of you chatted, which normally, Joel didn’t deem it fit for patrol, but there was not a sound to be heard, or a half eaten body found.

Both of you took patrolling seriously, but today was different. The air, though hot, was lighter. He was actually enjoying patrol and laughing— you’ve definitely rubbed off on him in the most positive way. “Last week when Tommy made be patrol with Seth—”

“He made you patrol with Seth?” Joel asked. He hated Seth with a passion; he was a dick and has had his eye on you for a while now.

One day, he had the audacity to ask Joel what “Y/N was like in the sack.” It took everything in Joel not to lay him out right there in front of everyone, but that day would come soon enough.

Everyone had always questioned his relationship with you; was it actually friend oriented? Was Joel just using you for sex? The entire commune had their assumptions.

You looked at Joel and shrugged, “Yeah, it was the day that you were working the night shift on the gate.”

When he didn’t respond, you spoke again, “Anyway, when we were patrolling, I tried to get away from him, and I stumbled on this cool spot. I have declared it my special spot: wanna see it?” You asked and Joel looked around, weighing the pros and cons of falling off track.

You turned yourself in the saddle, to where both of your legs were hanging off the right side of your horse. You were now completely facing Joel, “Come on. Nothing is going on! We haven’t seen a single infected, dead animal, or even a sign of life. Please.” You begged and Joel couldn’t resist your plead.

With a sigh, Joel picked up your hand, “Fine. But we still have to make it back before dark.” He said and you smiled brightly.

“Race you!” You shouted and Raven took off towards a wooded area, and Joel tapped his horses side.

You were breathless from the rush of adrenaline and air smacking you in the face. Your horse turned so you could face Joel, “I won.”

Joel shook his head, “I let you win.” He said and you hopped off your horse. Joel did the same, and both of you tied your horses to a tree.

Without giving him to detest a blind gold, you covered his eyes. You grabbed Joel’s hand, and led him deeper into the shrubbery. “I don’t like this.” He said and you continued to lead him.

“It’ll be worth it. I promise.” You reassured him with a squeeze to his hand.

You came to a stop, and Joel uncovered his eyes. In front of him was a big lake; the water was surprisingly clear, birds were chirping, ducks were swimming around in the lake.

No matter how many places Joel had seen or been to, he was in complete amazement. “Wow.” He muttered taking in the beauty and the fresh smell of air.

“Told you it was worth it.” You said as you stared up at Joel, with a smile on your face. His gaze fell upon you, and he felt a twinge in his chest—one he shouldn’t be feeling for his best friend.

You tore your gaze away from him, and walked to the waters edge. Then you started removing your boots, “What are you doing Y/N?” Joel asked and you started to unbuckle your jeans.

“We’re going swimming. You can swim— can’t you?” Joel turned his head away from you, “Yes. I can swim, but we don’t have swimsuits.” He said. Nervousness began bubbling in his chest.

You chuckled, “Come on. You don’t need a swimsuit, and you haven’t truly lived until you’ve skinny dipped.” You said pulling your shirt above your head.

Joel’s hands rested on his hips, “Well then, I guess I can continue to not ‘truly live’. Because I’m not gettin’ in there naked.” He stated.

He heard a splash in the water, and when he looked back up, you were already swimming away from him. When you had stopped, you turned to him. Joel’s breath was caught in his throat; your hair was wet, your skin glistene

d in the water— you looked like a goddess. You waved for him to come out, and when he shook his head, you shouted, “If you don’t get in the water, I’m gonna come up there and get you! Naked and all!”

Joel continued to stand there, shaking his head, and you started swimming back to the shore. Of course you weren’t joking. He sat on a stump and slowly started to untie his boots,

“Don’t worry, I’ll turn around so I don’t see anything!” A sigh left his lips, and he couldn’t help but to feel self conscious. He was older; he wasn’t muscular like the guys yours age were.

He had a semi muscular build, but now that he was eating well, the dad bod was coming in full force. Joel had scars scattered all over him, and there you were— beautiful and wild. It looked like you belonged out here.

When he was finally stripped down to nothing, with slow and steady steps, he walked into the water until his body was fully covered.

You turned around in the water and smiled. “See? It’s not too bad. Plus, I don’t think Tommy would mind. We’ve been out in this heat all day. We deserve this.” You said as you swam closer to him.

Joel’s voice was stuck in his throat, your eyes were a different shade of Y/E/C when the sunlight hit them. You were truly in your element, and the way you smiled up at him and asked, “What?”

He realized, he was in love with you. His best friend. He was in love with you. You playfully splashed water at him, and Joel wiped his face. “You’re gonna regret that, darlin’.” He drawled in his southern accent.

You grinned from ear to ear, and Joel tackled you in the water. The two of you were pushing and splashing one another, and you pulled him under the water with you. When the need for oxygen hit the two of you, you both swam up, gasping for air. You were laughing and Joel tried to bite back his shit eating grin.

Your fingers combed back your wet hair, “What?” You asked as he chuckled.

He pulled a dandelion, of all things, from your hair. “Make a wish.” He whispered as he held it out in front of you. You pursed your lips and gently blew, both of you watching as the seeds took off in the breeze.

“What did you wish for?” Joel asked as he stared down at you. He didn’t realize his hands were holding onto your forearms, and your chest was flush against his lower abdomen; he never realized how much taller he was than you.

You sucked in your bottom lip, looking up at Joel thoughtfully. “If I tell you, then…” you strained your neck to ghost over his lips. “It won’t come true.” Your breath fanned over his lips, and he could’ve sworn his heart stopped beating.

The tips of your wet noses brushed against each others, lips barely even touching one another. “Tell me if you want me to stop.” Joel said nervously, and you smiled. “Keep going.”

That was all he needed to hear for him to close the space between you. Your bodies were now pressed together, he could feel your heart beating, and Joel was sure you could feel his.

From your forearms, his hands ran up to your shoulders; his right hand stopped at your neck, his thumb rested on the center of your neck, while his other fingers rested on the base of your neck.

Joel couldn’t get enough of you— his left hand cupped your cheek, your lips worked against his at a nice, intoxicatingly slow pace.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, the water settling between your two bodies. When Joel pulled away for air, he rested his forehead against yours, “Did that kiss mean anything to you?” Joel asked and you looked up at him, with a look he was unfamiliar with.

Slowly, you spoke, “Well… friends don’t look at each other like this.”

You brought his hand and pressed it over your heart, “You make my heart beat like this.. every time you look at me, or when we go to bed together at night.”

He looked down at your chest and his thumb brushed the tattoo between your breasts. You brought his hand up to your lips, and you gently pressed a kiss to his palm. “Maybe we could… try? Try to be something more than this?” You asked and Joel couldn’t hold back from kissing you again.

He found the strength to lift you up, and your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist. Joel refrained from tearing his lips from yours as he began to walk you two back up to shore.

Joel held you up with one arm, and the other reached for the jacket he hung up on the branch next to yours. When he tossed it to the ground, he quickly dropped to his knees, and gently laid you down.

Your lips never left his; you were treating his lips like a lifeline, and he couldn’t bring himself to pull away from you. His right hand held him up, and his left hand began to trace every single dip and curve of your body. It was just you and him— all of the problems that plagued him and the rest of the world, seemed to melt away.

Both of you pulled away at the same time for a gasp of air; your lips were parted and a soft breath left your lips. This made Joel’s mind and body go into overdrive; he hungrily pressed a kiss to your chin, then your neck, down the valley of your breasts, and he worked down until he got to the dainty dandelion tattoo.

Softly, he pressed a kiss on to the tattoo, and then he looked up at you. He blew on the tattoo making you shiver, and you chuckled, “What did you wish for?” You asked, and Joel smiled.

“You.” He whispered and you sat up, only to bring his lips back to yours. This kiss was needy, and hungry for him— this time you were taking control. Joel’s hands rested on your thighs, and you slowly led him to the tree; his back was against the rough bark of the tree. You climbed up onto his lap, pressing a quick kiss to his lips and you gently sucked on the soft skin of his neck.

“We don’t have to do this if you don’t wanna.” He said, his Adam’s apple bobbing against your lips. The tip of your nose bumped his, “I want this. I want you, Joel.” You whispered.

His cock was hard against you, and slowly, you took him into your hands and began to pump him. Joel let out breathy sigh, he couldn’t fathom that this was happening. You got up onto your knees, and guided his thick cock to your entrance— teasing the tip between your folds. Joel was ready to finish right there in your hand, but he didn’t.

The tip of his cock alone, made you whimper, and when you started to sink down onto him, more moans escaped your lips.

“So fuckin’ tight, darlin’. You’re taking me so well.” He whispered in your ear. When you had adjusted to his cock, you began to move up, then down on his cock.

Joel’s thumb was pressed into your dandelion tattoo, his hands gripping your thighs— there would surely be bruises there in the morning. The mere thought of him being the only one to touch you like this, to hold you close and fuck you— drove him into a pure euphoric state.

He became feral as he thrusted into you, your hands raced to his shoulders to brace yourself. “You feel so good around my cock, baby.” He growled in your ear. Another erotic moan left your lips, “Joel… Joel… like that, please…” you whimpered into his shoulder.

Joel stopped thrusting as he pushed your hair over you shoulder, “Look at me, darlin’. I want to look at ya.” He said as he slowly thrusted back into you. Your pussy was tight, gripping his cock tighter and tighter with every thrust.

As he picked up his pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin rang in the quiet air. Not a thing could be heard other than your moans, and him pushing in and out of you.

His left hand held your back steady, and his right hand pushed back the wet hair that clung to your cheek.

Joel kissed your lips, gently tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth. Your grip on his cock was getting tighter and tighter, and your whole body was quivering. He knew you were close, “Let go for me, darlin’.” He whispered and just by him saying that, you unraveled on top of him. Your head was thrown back, mouth was agape, and he didn’t even bother pulling out of you.

He chased his high right along with you, coating your walls with his seed— Joel never used to be this careless, but when it came to you, he had no self control.

Your body collapsed against him, and he held you against his chest, pressing a kiss to your hair.

When you pulled away from his chest, he couldn’t help but to smile, but your face was still, a hint of worry in your eyes. “Whatever happens, you won't leave me, right?” You questioned and Joel shook his head.

His finger tips combed through your hair, “I won’t ever leave you. I’m gonna be with ya until my last dying breath.” He whispered, and you graced him with that smile he adored.

Joel held you in his arms until the two of you were ready to go. Every chance the two of you could get away from Jackson, you two would escape to your little piece of heaven.

-Epilogue-

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