#chase your bliss and everything. do what you want. but also like. maybe it just isnt accessible for you. and it doesnt have to be

[horrorknife]

being in mw tags and seeing posts like “not everyone wants to engage in darker topics so don’t shame people for completely changing the canon of the game and all of the characterizations to fit their own agenda” is so…dude then why’d you even play the game. why even involve yourself in fan content. maybe you should, i dunno, find a media you actually like? hello?

[hey-august]

Hello and welcome to the virgin!buggy brainrot 🤡

WC: ~500 Warnings: NSFW, mdni, virgin!Buggy x GN!reader, mentions of oral -m receiving and of buggy pegging himself, first time sex, insertion sex

Buggy thought he knew what it would be like.

Surely it had to be like that one pity blowjob he received as a young captain trying to make a name for himself. He even had decades of practice by taking advantage of his body’s unique abilities to fuck his own ass.

So Buggy knew how it felt to have his dick in wet, hot warmth. To feel someone else move around him, to feel pressure, constriction, pleasure. He also knew the effort it took to shove, thrust, hump. He was ready to have sex.

But the moment his overly sensitive head touched your entrance, Buggy knew he was screwed. He was in trouble. This was nothing like what he experienced previously. The pirate eased himself in and was terrified.

You weren’t warm - you were hot. Boiling hot. And tight. But soft, so deliciously soft. How did he make it this far into adulthood without this intoxicating feeling?

Buggy had watched his own body accept his length, so why did it look different when it was you? Watching himself disappear inch by inch in you was the best thing he’s ever seen. Wait, second best - the look on your face right now was better. But it was also distracting. He needed to concentrate. Fuck, he was starting to sweat and he had barely started.

Shit, the way you reacted to every little thing he did was wonderful and seriously messed with him. Every sound, twitch, contraction, pulse, even the way you fucking looked at him - it was impossible for him to find a steady tempo. He felt feral and nervous. He wanted to ravage you and bring you pleasure. He wanted to come. But could he even do all that?

Your hand moved fast, working to bring your own bliss. Buggy was enthralled and distraught. He wanted to do that, but he could hardly remember to breathe right now.

And then, you gave him the sweetest gift. A kindness that he didn’t understand at first. You begged for him to come on you. 

“Please, please, please, I want to watch you come on me. I need to feel it on my skin.”

So Buggy pulled out and fisted his slick length. This felt familiar, like a comforting hug. Any snide comments or anxious worries that you stopped him from fucking you were pushed away by the way you writhed underneath him. By the way your eyes darted between his dripping tip and blurred fist, up to his flushed and focused face. By your sinful praises, the way you begged, your decadent moans and groans as you chased a climax that arrived just as his own did.

He might have blacked out. Everything felt so good. Sounded so good. Maybe he died and went to heaven. Although heaven was sticky and damp. As his sweat soaked into the bed and then started to evaporate off his skin, Buggy moved closer to you. Closer to your warmth.

“Next time I wanna come in you.”

“It’s a deal, lover boy.”

Hopefully you didn’t notice how his soft dick tried to twitch when you laughed. What a wonderful sound.

Lover boy…maybe next time Buggy would try to make love to you. He wasn't sure how much it differed from sex, but he wanted to try. He wanted to love you.

[gugugyuu]

boundaries oneshot 🍓🪼⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

You immediately opened the door the moment it chimed. Beomgyu greeted you with a long kiss. He quickly shut the door without looking then he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you close.

Beomgyu giggled as his lips showered your face with soft kisses. It was adorable yet for some reason, you barely managed to smile at the affection he was giving.

You both sat down on the couch, he gently lifted your legs then placed them across his lap. His arms stayed around your waist and holding you as yours wrapped around his shoulders.

His face was so close to yours now that you could feel his warm breath on your skin. You ran your fingers through his hair, gently scratching his scalp. "Mmh, that feels good," he whispered, eyes fluttering close.

You met Beomgyu at a random party, night that led to something you never expected. A supposed to be one-night stand turned into fuck buddies.

Beomgyu gave you a spare key to his apartment so you could drop by anytime whether he invited you over or you just wanted to see him. (if you want to fuck him)

It was fun at first.

Every time you'll leave, Beomgyu has this routine: he'll kiss you inside the apartment, another after he locked the door, and one final long kiss before letting you leave.

You never really ask each other personal questions. The only thing you know about each other are your ages, where you live, and maybe your favorite foods and movies because neither of you wants to cross any boundaries by asking more.

Beomgyu had once asked if you were seeing someone and for no clear reason, you got annoyed and snapped, "None of your business." then after that, he never asked anything personal ever again.

Now, you find yourself wishing he’d ask about you. You want him to know the real you because deep down, you know this wasn’t something you truly wanted to be a part of in the first place. You’ve always believed you were meant to love someone.

Beomgyu suddenly moved on top of you, kissing you again, his knee pressing between your legs, brushing against your thighs. His hands gently held yours as he whispered against your lips, "I need you so bad right now." he bit your lower lip, pulling it gently.

He helped you remove your shirt. He couldn’t help but lick and bite his lips hard after witnessing your boobs bounce when he removed your bra like an expert.

You were used to these moments. The way he made you feel desired, the way his touches set your body on fire.

Everything felt different now and you realized that whatever you and Beomgyu are doing, it's slowly eating you alive. You had been doing this for months, and it's beginning to mess with your head in ways you didn’t realize.

Beomgyu seemed to show no interest in what else was going on in your world outside of these stolen moments. Yet, somehow, it was affecting your own relationship when you tried dating other people. Everytime you did, you couldn’t shake the feeling of being unfaithful. It was as if your heart was already claimed, but that someone you want refuses to acknowledge it.

Beomgyu pressed his lips against yours, his breath shaky as he moved in and out of you, fucking in missionary.

"Beomgyu I-"

"Hold it," he said as he felt your walls tightening. the wet sounds of your movements driving you both closer to the edge.

You shook your head, weakly trying to push him away as the pressure building inside you, but he held you down, speeding up as he chased his own release.

Seeing the panic and bliss on your face was enough for him to break, groaning loudly as he cummed inside you.

He slid out and collapsed onto the bed. You turned to face him, grabbing a blanket to cover half of your overly happy face.

"I was really about to cry." you admitted, giggling.

Beomgyu also turned to face you, panting heavily and smirking proudly at what you just said. "I know," he said as he stroke your hair. "You’re so perfect."

You want to hug him, kiss him.

"If I will ever have a girlfriend... I want her to be exactly like you,"

You froze. Unable to believe the words that left his mouth.

You froze, unable to believe the words that left his mouth.

You forced a weak smile, faking a yawn before slowly turning around, feeling the pain building inside your chest.

Then you stood up, nearly tripping as your legs felt weak and sore.

"He-hey," Beomgyu called out.

You slowly closed the bathroom door, turning on the faucet.

"You good?" Beomgyu asked, knocking on the door, his voice filled with confusion and worry after seeing you nearly stumble while rushing out.

"Yeah! Just need to use the bathroom!" you replied, loud enough for him to hear over the sound of the running water.

Tears streamed down your face as his words echoed in your mind.

What a fucking asshole.

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[starsofmilos]

Shadow (Logan Howlett x reader)

Synopsis: He was supposed to love her...Not you....

So I've decided to come back and I'm doing better than ever. I have also decided to no longer limit myself to just one character I love Adrian Chase but I'm gonna write what makes me happy. Send requests for Wolverine if you'd like!!!

Logan Howlett Masterlist

Warnings: mentions of violence, mentions of sex, kissing, angst, fluff,scenting

Jean Grey...

The very name was more pretty than yours. She was everything you weren't.

You could never be her.

That's why you understood why Logan loved her. You craved that same gazing look he gave her. The way his eyes seemed to grow almost soft when he would stare at her.

The crinkles in the corner of his eyes when he would smile at her.

You could never be Jean Grey. Especially considering the fact that Logan couldn't even spare you a glance half the time.

You were a background person. A wallflower. Even before you developed your mutation, you had always just been average.

Ironically enough your mutation allowed you to control the vines and flowers.

You built a garden for the students to play in. It was your pride and Charles loved it. It's where you spent most your time, tending to it.

Jean loved books while you loved the mud.

It was another boring blissful day. Nothing new. Nothing exciting. Another mission for the team. You went on them anytime you could. Your florals allowed you to heal wounds.

You always went as support. The only person never really needing it being Logan. Nothing you did ever really benefitted him it seemed.

Jumping a bit, you looked to your side seeing Logan. His eyes staring ahead. Jean and Scott had just gotten together making it known to everyone.

Logan hadn't seemed to care but you could see the longing in his eyes. How he wished it was him

Jean was leaning against. Him that she was kissing gently as she caressed his chest.

Not that you knew, but you were wrong.

Logan stared in longing, but not for Jean. He stared for the craving of being loved.

As you fiddled with your thumbs, he stared down at you. Wishing it could be you holding his arm. Kissing his cheek as he grumbled.

Logan knew he was a unworthy man, but he'd kill for the very touch of your lips against his cheek. For the idea that maybe you could love him in the way Jean loved Scott.

Anytime you believed he was staring at Jean, he hadn't been looking at her. He was looking at the you.

He was only looking at her wishing it would be you staring at him the way she stared at Scott.

Jean and him had a complicated relationship, but the way he felt for you surpassed anything he ever believed he felt for Jean.

You lit the room up.

He never even really liked flowers till he met you.

"Doll what's goin on in that mind of yours?" His smooth voice sounded out as he whispered in your ear.

You jumped in surprise hearing his voice. "Oh nothing. I was just thinking about what new flowers I wanna add to the garden back at the manor."

Logan chuckled a bit. "Always thinkin about flowers huh? What kind were you thinking though?" He smirked lightly at you.

"Bleeding hearts." You grinned at him bashfully. It was hard not to feel anything when he would smile at you.

"Those sure are beautiful." He huffed a bit.

"You know what those are?" You teased a bit laughing as he glared at you.

"Course I do. I'm not an idiot all the time." Logan grumbled a bit puffing his cigar.

"I never said you were." You quickly reassured him. "Just not many people know plants."

"I learned for you." He whispered out.

Your smiled dropped as you looked at him in slight shock. That was unexpected.

"Did you really?" You whispered out now. Logan smirked at you ruffling your hair.

"So bleeding hearts for the garden?" He asked again changing the subject.

"Yeah..bleeding hearts." You repeated still staring at him dazed.

The mission went smoothly as usual. Logan always made sure any mission he went on for you did. He never wanted you overworked.

Jean smiled as you tended to her minor wounds. "Thank you." She smiled as you worked.

"You don't gotta thank me. I'm just happy I could be of some use." You chuckled a bit.

Jean shook her head, "You shouldn't do that. Don't talk down on your self like that."

"I can't help it." You tried to joke. Jean shook her head again.

"You should ask him out." She spoke up. You looked at her in shock.

"Who?" You tried to play it off. Jean couldn't afford to know. He was once someone she saw romantically.

"You know who. He's staring at us right now." She smiled. You turned your head finding Logan.

"He's staring at you. He always does." You sighed out. Jean shook her head.

"You're wrong. He's staring at you. I know. I could tell. Trust me..I don't hold a candle to how he looks at you." She smiled walking away.

Rolling your eyes, you began to pack your things. How could she know what Logan truly wanted?

You knew she could read minds but she would never pry in his. At least you hoped she wouldn't.

Once home, you were the first off the quinjet not noticing how Logan's eyes followed you.

Quickly you ran to the garden smiling as you saw it intact beautifully.

You used your mutation to brighten the flowers making a vine above hanging the bleeding hearts.

"Here I thought you'd race to get some rest after a mission. Should've known you'd be out here." Logan's voice sounded out.

You turned to face him smiling.

"Couldn't help it. Been thinking about this the entire fly back."

Logan approached gently touching the flowers. "They sure are beautiful..."

"Thank you.." You whispered in response. Logan stared in amazement at you not looking away as you met his gaze.

It felt impossible. How was he staring at you this way?

You weren't Jean.

That's why he was looking at you though. You weren't Jean. You were you.

Logan was always a man of action. Not words. He leaned in giving you the opportunity to move. T

o push him and ask what he was doing. He didn't even know what he was doing , but he wanted to kiss you.

God did he want to kiss you.

His lips brushed against yours.

A small breath left you as he shut his eyes. Your hands moved up his shoulders whining as he pressed himself against you.

He kissed you with everything he had.

You pulled away looking at him in shock. His hand caressed your cheek.

"God I am so selfish for asking this. I don't deserve you, but please let me have you.." He whispered kissing you again.

You panted nodding as he kissed you again. His head moving to nuzzle against your neck.

He inhaled your scent deeply growling as his hands moved your waist caressing your hips.

"Logan.." You whispered pulling back to look at him. "I'm not..I'm not used to this..do you really want me?" You asked him in shock.

"You have no idea doll. No fucking clue what I would do for you." He whispered panting.

"Logan.." You whimpered his name as he caressed your head.

"I'm right here. I want you..so let me have you.." He spoke in a slight desperate growl.

"I thought you wanted her.." You spoke softly. Logan shook his head.

"Don't say stupid shit. All I want is you."

You smiled at his attitude laughing as he lifted you up carrying you away.

"Shush..we're getting food." He grumbled.

"Okay..guess I belong to you now." You teased.

"Damn straight you do." Logan huffed a laugh knowing you'd be stuck next to him forever.

Not that you'd complain though.

[profoundbondfanfic]

Born to be yours by zation [Explicit, 72k words]

Castiel finds a curious creature in his backyard. Or, The one where Dean wanted an apple but found himself a human instead (and also an apple).

Breathing Into You by casblackfeathers [Explicit, 110k words]

‘Beware the deep sea, that’s where the monsters come from.’ Dean had heard these words since birth, his father’s warnings shaping him into the man he is today. That’s not the root of Dean’s hatred for merpeople, though. Twenty years after the day tragedy had touched the Winchesters’ lives forever as well as the end of the Great War between humans and mer, Dean is still haunted by that moment. But loving the sea is just as much a part of him as the dread for the merfolk, so when he isn’t working at the local bar, he is there, underwater, immersed in the vast blue his mother used to speak of in her bedtime stories. Dean knows, however, that the sea can be as ruthless as it is soothing. When he is caught in the middle of a storm and faces the anger of the waves, the mysterious appearance of a stranger with blue eyes as clear as the waters Dean loves losing himself in forces Dean to question the truth behind his father’s old mantra.

carving deep blue ripples by dothraki_shieldmaiden [Mature, 85k words]

With his little brother at Stanford and his father searching out leads on the monster that killed his mother, Dean Winchester is left to hunt alone. It's fun, except in the ways that it really blows. Things start to turn around when he meets Castiel Novak, another hunter. Castiel is aloof and maybe a little too sarcastic, but he's good backup (and pretty easy on the eyes. Not that Dean's looking or anything). After a few hunts, Dean is willing to make his and Castiel's partnership permanent (and he's not exactly averse to adding another component to their partnership either. After all, he's caught Castiel looking at him just as many times as Castiel's caught him looking). But Castiel is hiding a secret, and it's so explosive that it threatens to not only tear them apart, but also tear apart everything Dean believes in.

Convenient Husbands by Annie D (scaramouche) [Explicit, 39k words]

"It's only temporary, right?" Dean says. "Just until you're healed up, and then we'll never have to see each other again. So what do you say, Castiel, do you want to marry me or not?"

Dragon Hunt by peanutbutterjelly-pie (Aleakim) [Explicit, 171k words]

What is a former knight fallen from grace supposed to do when one day, after almost a decade of scouring the outskirts of the kingdom for his missing brother, he finds himself confronted with a powerful, terrifying and also ridiculously weird dragon? Yes, exactly: team up with the guy and scam oblivious people out of their money! Easy as that, right? (In which Dean ends up stumbling upon a strange, blue-eyed dragon and before he even knows what's happening he is in way too deep to get out again.)

It's a Small World (aka the Worst Ride at Disneyland) by ireadhpinenochian [Mature, 45k words]

Dean's life didn't start out great. With his mom dying and his father taking him and Sam on wild goose chase after wilder goose chase to track down her killer until Sam couldn't take it anymore and ran off, it pretty much sucked. But now he has Cas. And Cas is great--perfect, even--definitely the best thing that's ever happened to him, even if he isn't quite human. He's been living so long in domestic bliss that he completely forgot to be worried about waiting for the other shoe to drop. Which is, of course, when his giant of a brother strolls back into his life sending Dean into a panic that he and Cas will have to uproot their perfect apple pie life if Sam finds out Cas' big secret.

Like Lightning Under Your Skin by A_Diamond [Explicit, 24k words]

Desperate for a way to save his brother from a demon’s clutches, hunter Dean does the unthinkable and seeks out a supernatural creature for help: a powerful lightning elemental, the kind he and his family should be killing. When his attempt to bind the elemental goes awry, he finds himself psychically connected to it instead. The creature’s emotions bleed into his; its pain echoes into him. Rather than finding the solution to saving Sam, Dean’s given himself a new and even more time-sensitive problem. He has to find a way to master the bond before the rest of the hunters decide he’s too far gone and put him down. The trouble is that the more time he spends connected to the elemental’s thoughts, the more he starts to wonder if they don’t have it all wrong. Maybe the creature, which calls itself Castiel, doesn’t deserve to be slaughtered; maybe the rest of its kind hadn’t deserved that, either. Or maybe that’s just Castiel’s voice in his head.

Man in the Wilderness by OneHundredSuns [Explicit, 68k words]

Dean Winchester is fresh out of Purgatory along with every other Tom, Dick and Wendigo that called the cesspool home. As the monsters lay waste to the Earth and eat anything they can get their hands on, Dean sets out to find his only remaining family so that they can hunker down and fight the assholes head on. He doesn’t mean to stumble upon Castiel Novak and his adorable twins in the middle of the apocalypse and he sure as hell doesn’t mean to offer them a ride to wherever they are trying to get to. But the world is a dangerous place now and he’s always been a sucker for blue eyes and cute kids. So he’ll help them out and just hope it doesn’t get him or them killed in the process.

Miasma by ValandraWrites [Explicit, 13k words]

Dean's grown up with a monster under his bed. They kind of became friends. Then they kind of became more than friends.

The Graveyard Shift by PurgatoryJar, riseofthefallenone [Explicit, 620k words]

Dean’s favourite coffee shop, The Graveyard Shift, is only open after the sun goes down. Which is perfect for him, because that’s exactly when he craves coffee the most while doing the overnight at the fire hall. The coffee shop’s owner is pretty perfect too, but it’s kind of a bummer that Dean never gets to see Cas during the day. In a world where the supernatural live more or less in peace with the rest of humanity, it’s a little impolite to ask Cas just what he really is - or what his dark past entails.

[iwanttoreadsusthings]

U-20 MATCH

Spoiler alert guys

OKAY SO LIKE I WAS READING THE U-20 MATCH, AND I SAW RIN GO CRAZY RIGHT. SO I HAD THIS THOUGHT

BECAUSE YOU KNOW, HE WAS LIKE

HEAD EMPTY NO THOUGHT, TONGUE OUT, DROOLING, I JUST HAD LIKE A PASSING THOUGHT. A PASSING THOUGHT THAT I'M HOOKED ON NOW (so maybe not a passing thought)

AND I WAS LIKE WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU:

Were fucking him

Imagine for a second, (just bear with me, I'm new to this)

You're riding him, and he's well on his way to cumming

Right

RIGHT

OKAY SO YOU GO ON, AND YOU TWO ARE LIKE THAT

You keep going, egged on by his pleasured groans

(is that how it works help)

So you (we) go on until he cums, right

and since you haven't yet, you just keep going

You don't stop, you just keep on, and on, and on

Ignore his desperate pleas to stop, it's too much, too much

"Aw, but I haven't cum yet sweetheart, it's only fair that I get one too no?"

And you carry on like that, chasing your high, while Rin squirms under you, gasping for air, choking on the overstimulation.

You don't give him a break at all, just riding his sensitive cock

(please tell me that's how it works I'm doing my best)

And he whines, a high-pitched keen that shocks him more than you

You don't give him time to process this new sound he's made though, no, instead you increase your speed, even more aroused by his whine (if you're lucky maybe you can pull that sound from him again)

And because you started going faster, he chokes on air, now that the intensity has suddenly increased, he can barely hang on

"AH, wait wait wait wait, please please, too much, s' too much, can't, I can't, I can't, I caN'T-"

He cums a second time.

He's a liar <3

He can, he did.

(evil cackling) You don't stop there, after all, now he's cum twice and you're still chasing that high

Oh but the pretty sight underneath you is very helpful in your journey for an orgasm 😌

He's flushed red, hair splayed out across the pillow

If you weren't so focused on fucking him, harder, faster, give him more, more, more,

You'd be able to see his hands at his sides, desperately clawing at the sheets,

Just trying to get a hold of something, anything to ground himself from the overwhelming stimulation

You look, and you admire what you've done, taking in the beautiful mess you've made of him and oh-

Is that a tear?

And he lets out a sob, back arching, because maybe, it really is too much for him

You know he could stop you. He knows he could stop you.

He's an athlete for god's sake, Rin is so much stronger than you

If he really wanted to, he could flip you two over and take control of you instead.

If he wanted to

Oh but he feels so good, there's so much pleasure, it's everywhere and he feels so, so good

So he doesn't

It's so much, it brings more tears to his eyes, following the first

You watch, entranced, but never halting your movements

And he breaks under your stare

Everything is too much, the non-stop pleasure you've been giving him, the way your hips have not stopped moving once, even though he's cum twice

How addicting this painful pleasure feels around his cock

And he breaks

His mind goes blank, and suddenly, it's like a dam has broken and you're being flooded by the astonishing sounds he lets out

You keep going, and after a short while, he starts drooling, his tongue hanging out of his mouth.

And you ride him, until he cums yet again, and you keep going like this.

He's so out of it, it's cute (it's also really, really hot)

His sweet, filthy cries are like music to your ears

It's a beautiful symphony of moans

Finally, finally you reach your orgasm, and when you cum, you drag Rin along with you for his, what, nth time tonight?

It doesn't matter, your climax hits you and you're swept along with the pleasure, mind whiting out for a moment as the bliss overtakes you, and you drink in his beautiful, desperate cries as he cums once again.

And you finally stop moving, he's breathing heavily, gasping for air

It's finally over (it will happen again)

That got longer than I expected it to 🙏🏼

ANYWAY CRITICISM ACCEPTED, ANYTHING REALLY.

I'm scared to reread my own post honestly 💀💀💀

SORRY IF IT'S OOC, IT JUST GOT STUCK IN MY HEAD.

Addicted to the idea of head empty, tongue out!Rin

[invinciblerodent]

1) Will your OC get married and with who? 2) Will they have any children? What are their names?

OC Ask Game!

I think I’m gonna go on for a long (long, long, LONG) time about Iona, and mention the others kind of as a footnote, because I think Iona’s answers to these are just… the ones that are most interesting to me, lol

(fair warning looking back, this got PROFOUNDLY away from me- the TL; DR of it is that for Iona marriage is "yes, eventually" and kids are "no, never", for Arvid marriage is a "yes, of course, sure" and kids are "well if you want it", and for Petyr both are "hah! no. nope. no.")

So, this whole “what now” issue in Iona’s case, it’s… all a bit muddled.

As a little background to it, in 3e, it’s said that courtships between elves often take a very long time, sometimes decades, before a commitment is reached- which is understandable, especially considering that elves are also said to seldom fall out of love with one another, and don’t typically remarry after the death of one spouse. A commitment that’s meant to span a lifetime of centuries (whether the life of one has a natural endpoint or not is irrelevant), it makes sense that they’d take it seriously, and not jump into soul-bonds willy-nilly. (An albatross is definitely going onto her moodboard now, lol.)

I think both Iona and Astarion would still be kind of... feeling themselves out, by the end of the game, and neither of them would be drawn to the thought of “blissful mutual domesticity” just yet.

I mean, on top of being a quite young elf, she’s spent a good 80% of her life among humans: her experience with life is colored by the perceptions of a people who are constantly trying to outrun the rushing of a clock that might as well be standing still for her. So exploring what time even means to her, that’d be a very exciting prospect. While Astarion, he was even younger than she is now when he had the “elven” part of his identity taken away from him, only to be made into someone that’s seen as a tool first, monster second, and person a distant third. He’s eager to re-learn personhood and live again, so they’re both sort of… (re-?)discovering themselves and their “feyness” together, and in each other. 

My little idea is that after the Brain’s defeat, they’re going to spend one or two decades on solo adventuring: primarily looking for a way to allow him to walk in the sun again, but that… proves itself to be something of a wild goose chase. The travel itself is annoyingly cumbersome (either they have to shelter during the day and cover no ground, or he has to be polymorphed and be both unable to communicate and practically defenseless [can’t risk fighting, if his form is dismissed he’s dead]). But also, there are just… too many disappointments. Too many dead ends. Too many times they’ve gotten too close only to find out that they were either late, or misled, or just plain wrong about something.

I think he’d grow frustrated with it first, and grow reckless: strain against his limits, start pushing his luck with the Sun, start making dangerous mistakes, and it’d be her who’d start gently encouraging (cajoling, bargaining, eventually pleading with-) him that maybe they should return to the Gate. To regroup, try to find other avenues, head off in a different direction. And while he'd know she's right, agreeing… it'd still feel like he’s admitting defeat.

Of course, he’d try to put on an unbothered face, but she would still obviously be able to tell that he’s upset: primarily with himself, but also a little bit with… everything. Of feeling both free and trapped, both bursting with the desire to DO something, but also being… powerless.

Which (stay with me, we're a third of the way!) is the context in which the thought of kids and “marital bliss” would rear its ugly head.

Because I headcanon that vampire spawn are naturally sterile. (I know full vampires can sire mortal offspring, but since spawn can’t create new vampires via bite and the bite is almost always a penetration-allegory, I like to think that translates to them being just… unable to reproduce, period.) And elves in general already have far lower fertility rates, so even if he wasn’t sterile because of the vampirism but just maybe less fertile than usual, the chances of conception between the two of them would still be infinitesimally small.

And I mean, the topic really wouldn’t come up naturally, so I think Astarion would likely think that she’d eventually want children. I mean, he knows very well that she had been previously married to a human- humans usually want kids, so it’d be a natural assumption that she’d be on the same page as her ex-husband, and the fact that she doesn’t have kids now wouldn't be for a lack of wanting. (It is. It is for a lack of wanting. But both of them being ~excellent~ [pejorative] at communicating, he definitely wouldn’t ask- if only for fear of the answer he thinks he'd get.)

So it'd kind of… eat at him, for a while, the thought that at some point, she might grow to resent him. There'd be a small, niggling part of his mind that'd worry that at some point, the limitations would all prove too much, and she’d grow frustrated, tired of always having to work with and around his… shall we say, conditions. Beyond his partial reliance on her pain and literal body for sustenance, the physical differences between them, and the messiness of healing (the times he startles awake screaming, the times he can’t bear even the thought of being touched, the times he’s frustrated with himself and takes it out on her), this is just one more thing.

He can’t take her out for a nice day in the city. He can’t warm her body at night, wine and dine her (or just share a meal like a regular person), or love her as brazenly as he did starting out, out on the street for all to see because… well, he can’t go out into the streets. Can’t even travel with her during the day, not without taking the shape of a stupid animal that can’t communicate with her, joke with her, or even delight her with the looks he had thought for so long were the only thing he was good for.

Though secure in her love of him, he’s not stupid, or an idealist who’d think that love alone is enough for a happily ever after. While enjoying the time while it lasts, naturally there’d be sort of a running tally in his head of all the ways their lives chafe against one another.

Watching her face grow paler and paler as she’s deprived of the sun and has her blood drained, he’d never quite stop wondering at what point is the scale going to tip, at what point she’d finally realize that she had bet on the wrong undead horse by choosing to love the vampire who asks her to sacrifice so much, and not only doesn’t want to, but isn’t even able to give her what (he thinks) she wants.

Which, she doesn’t want it, of course. She has not even one maternal bone in her body.

Iona is well aware that she would make a terrible mother, and she absolutely does not want to be one. So it wouldn’t even occur to her that this would be something on his mind on top of all else. When he’d be having his little personal crisis about this, she’d be busy trying to make the impossible happen and circumventing the need to find a way to give him back the Sun by inventing one herself. That’d be why she'd lock herself into her study alone for longer and longer periods of time, why she sometimes wouldn’t come out for days, why she'd sometimes steer the conversation away from certain things- she wouldn’t want to give him false hope in a project that’d quickly prove so far beyond her abilities.

But, she'd still obviously recognize his occasional bouts of melancholy- I mean, it’s very unusual for someone to look at another so fondly and happily one moment, and then get quiet and forlorn the next. That distance she'd see behind his eyes sometimes when she'd tell him she loves him, that’d be rather worrying to anyone.

It’ll take a while for this particular cat to work its way out of the bag, but it would happen eventually, of course.

In reality, none of that would bother her.

She delights in being the sole person deciding what, when, and how she wants to eat. She loves the coolness of his touch- it soothes the heat of the draconic blood running through her veins better than any balm. Sure, going to markets and doing all that domestic pish can be fun, but... well, she’s always been an indoorsy person. Being bitten is no burden (she wouldn’t offer if it was), and there being no risk of a pregnancy, even after the tadpole’s death? At the risk of sounding crass, that’s an incredible perk, with no downsides. Feeling him find his pleasure while buried deep inside her, with no pang of fear or worry? It’s absurd how perfect that is, how happy she is with the fact that with the man she loves, that fear of being impregnated against her will can be put completely to rest.

And the rest, the messiness, the less “pretty” parts of it all, the evenings spent soothing his pain that’s either real or real only to him, that’s… just what happens if you love someone. Sure, she worries of course, but even when it’s inconvenient, when it’s ugly, when the old scars feel like they’re on fire and she can’t even being to think of a way to help… she still loves him just the same.

So no, no children necessary. It’s not in the cards for them, and even if it was, I don’t think either of them would really want it, or be good at it.

... She’d probably like to overwrite the memories of her first marriage (and speak the word “husband” without rancor) though, but only eventually.

And I like to think that that’ll have to happen with an item I’m tentatively calling “Taran Tal’hondnor” (The Gift of True Love), and it’s an enchanted ring that she will finally be able to create after many years of study, and even more miserably failed attempts at creating an enchantment that’ll let a vampire walk in the sun.

I like to imagine her proposing to him, on her own terms this time, with one such gift.

Because she loves him to the point of invention.

Quickly on the others, Arvid… might like fatherhood, if he were so inclined. He’s a very caring, kind, nurturing person, and if he were to be in that position, he would probably be a very good dad. He’s generally in a nurturing role already, and Gale being in a teaching role, they could prove to be excellent parents, if that were what they wanted.

But they… probably wouldn’t want that. Gale being the age that he is (“canon” says 35, I see ~38-40, minor difference) and a human, yet saying that he’s “not ready”, I personally interpret that as a rather telling thing. His past of having spent such a long time in a "monogamous" (I'm fairly sure that part's one-sided, no time to go into that now) relationship with a goddess who had no intention of having kids with him, and his present willingness to be with an illithid who can’t, that to me is implying that it’s not something that’d be that important to him. Like I personally see that as him not actively preferring to have kids if it’s up to him (he likes peace, and quiet, and downtime, and a nice glass of wine with a quietly romantic evening meal- very much the quintessential childless millennial, 100% part of the appeal to me lol), but he’d be happily willing to do it if his partner wanted it themselves.

But in my world, his husband (I like how I skated by the first part of the question, I mean they already ARE married lol)… doesn’t really have such strong feelings about it either. So, since two "maybes" don’t make a "yes" (and for this kind of thing, you need two enthusiastic "yes"-es for it to no longer be a no), it’s a "no".

But I think their marriage is going to be very happy and fulfilling to both of them nevertheless. <3

And since I don't yet have any kissy-shots of them (☹️), have an "are you seeing this shit" silent exchange for these two <3

Honestly? I would sooner give a baby to a pack of feral wolves and hope for the best than have Petyr become a father. He'd absolutely be the kind of dad whose kids become DnD characters. He's someone's tragically emotionally distant boomer dad just waiting to happen. (I mean, come on. My guy felt inadequate once, and coped with it by fucking off to the woods for 20 years? Yeah, sure, father of the year.)

And Shadowheart, she basically didn't have parents growing up, she has a TON of cult indoctrination to process and unlearn as an adult, and -let's be real- likely has no fucking clue how motherhood would even really work. Like the woman whom she used to call "mother" pretty much straight-up tortured her. C'mon now.

I like to think that, though they are the only two in my lineup who are physically able to have kids by accident, they (with their 8 and 10 INT scores respectively) would still be smart enough to smell that particular disaster before they'd barrel into it head first, and either actively decide not to have kids, or put it off so far into the future as for it to be meaningless. Maybe the discussion can be tabled in a few decades' time, but since by then their home will be surrounded by, god, so many animals to take care of (including a barely not feral, adult owlbear) (and their mutual boyfriend who sometimes shows up for like a month to fuck nasty on every available surface of the house and surrounding wilds), I doubt it'll result in a resounding "yes".

In the same vein of things, if a big, beautiful, traditional wedding is something that she wants (which I... kinda doubt would be super important to her), she definitely bet on the wrong horse, because this guy is not one for pomp and circumstance.

I like to imagine that after their departure from the Gate (and their bidding of not exactly "farewell", but "see you later" to Halsin), he'll just... take her "home" to his little shack in his corner of the forest, and then, sitting under the canopy of his favorite woods, enjoying the balmy evening breeze and the undisturbed night sky with his favorite person, he'll look up at the moon, take her hand, and silently, in his head, give his thanks to the Moonmaiden for this peace.

And... that'll be it. From that point forward, it'll be easy to fall into a kind of sweet, quiet domesticity that is essentially a marriage in all but name.

I definitely like- and relate to the idea of them foregoing the "2.5 kids, white picket fence" idea of a happily ever after not out of a conscious rejection, but rather just by... being themselves. Together.

[aromanticannibal]

rape mention cw

hmm. if it was me ig the crux of the matter would be figuring out what's the story I wanna tell here? like, you know your big final resolution will be about, if I followed what you're saying, human dignity as an inherent extension of having a consciousness at all, and the recognition and acceptance of self through the other. so I think the way that kind of ending would work is basically something like a mutual uno-reversed 'well now that I don't consider you as a part of me but as your own person instead, idgaf how awful you (think you) are, I've decided you have rights. except we are the same person so this applies both ways and as a consequence maybe this means i automatically have to think this means i have rights too, damn'

so like, you've apparently already got that out of the way, you know the direction you're heading in. and my understanding is you feel stuck now bc you don't know how to keep going in a like, realistic psychologically healthy way, bc this is really heavy shit, right?

and what I think about that is, welllll, you kinda don't have to?

like, this situation is pretty intensely fucked up, and that's the point, that's what's fun about it. so if you were trying to write about growth and self improvement and healing, indeed I'd agree you are in a pickle and this seems uh, challenging, to try to fix!

buuuut, isn't the sa and the self loathing and the everything else bc what you're interested in digging in is the bad dark toxic sludge?

I could be misreading you but going from what you've said, I'd think the horror of feeling like a monster and having to learn how to live with it is sort of the point of the story.

so you could lean into it as hard as you want. they could feel guilty and terrible, and there could be SA as hardcore as you want, and they could hurt other so so bad and keep eacalating the making each other worse, and all the terribleness would be the metaphorical slop for your pig to play in.

until you feel like taking them out of the torment nexus, and the quick way to the exit would essentially just need to be -> they feel guilty for what they've done to the other, which -> the other person is worth shit, which -> so are they.

basically I think you can do whatever the fuck you want actually, I think you can always tweak how you're doing it, but what you're doing will work out just fine I'm pretty sure. chase your bliss, you can always smooth the edges out as you go, I believe in you ✌🏼

as i thought this does very much help me!! you've absolutely gotten what it is that i want to do with this story (im obsessed with any and all stories of meeting yourself in any way shape or form).

I think i will in fact lean more into the heavy toxic sludge, gets worse before it gets better, all that. i will also stop trying t make it fun inconsequential porn bc it stopped being that 6000 words ago lmfao

[fictionkinfessions]

im feeling sentimental right now but i wanna yap a bit. preferably at my slingshot (purrfurably if you will /silly)

when i first started remembering you i was trying to nail your vibes down, and remember more about our relationship. i still don't remember a lot but i do remember you had some sort of energetic and confident fun to you that is solely unique to YOU and nobody else that i can remember in any of my lives. you remind me of what basic understanding i have of sonic the hedgehog a little (i do not kin from sonic and im not really a sonic fan, it's just something about your silliness and the way you spoke with confidence and energy)

i remember when we were together your voice became so gentle as opposed to when we were out doing things, or in phights. there was something so about you that i can't quite place yet, but i know i valued it a lot.

a lot of people draw you with a long cat tail, but your fluffy bob tail was super cute to me, especially when you wagged it a little. i thought it was super adorable and i loved seeing you so happy

i remember you were competitive and didn't like losing. there was one memory i have where we met up in crossroads with rocket (who, for context of anybody else reading this was part of the main friend group of me/sling/skate as well as sword) to go on a phight and you were super super excited. you were super pumped but when we got there we ended up losing and you got frustrated because you thought you threw the game (which may i add you didn't. it was just an off day maybe, and everyone in the team is responsible for a win or a lose, it doesn't affect your personal skill). you didn't really want to interact with anybody, and i understood that and i just put my tail on your lap and sat beside you in some sort of comfort.

and i don't know how long from that memory it was, but you were feeling a lot better and we went on a date in the crossroads and i was so happy to see you feeling better. i kept trying to subconsciously wrap my tail around your legs as we were walking, and i didn't really realize it a lot of the time hehehe

you were also brave. i am not sure why my memories always pertain to banhammer beating me up or somehow you (in that one memory where we lost the match he kinda slung you across SFOTH and i was like FUUUCK) but i have a memory where i tripped in some sort of way because banhammer was on my trail (i had just shielded Shuriken who promptly was able to get away after i stepped in for support) you shot at him rapidly and then taunted him when he was about to hit me with his hammer... and like, pissed him off. we locked eyes for a second and you gave me this mischievous smile before running away after he made chase towards you. i didn't really process it until later but i really appreciated it (would rather not have a life end with being crushed by some huge object for the THIRD TIME and gods forbid it be by banhammer /silly)

i remember sitting down somewhere. maybe at your place with shuriken and vinestaff and everyone else (who I don't think was there) or at my place (i am unsure where exactly) but i was watching you take cookies out of the oven and oh my gods they were some of the best cookies ever. i loved seeing you smile as we shared warm treats together and absolutely melting in utter bliss at your baking skills

i miss you, and i'd love to talk. and perhaps if you'd prefer not to reach out, hey, i get it. all i wanna say for that is thank you for the memories. you mean a lot :]

i hope i got everything right with this one. what an essay of a 'fession oopsiiiiee. if you see any mistakes noooo you didnt /j

-boombox (#🕹️👾🎸)

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[alexcutecolly]

oh I’m so happy this gives you ideas! I love to hear your ideas! and I think that v.olo would be really satisfied with himself after eating us like think about the hums he would make after he gets us down and rubs at us >w< he’d enjoy that feelng and it would be so cute

You’re so correct he could just take us with him and no one would even know! it’s our little secret. all the nice pressure from him laying on us a little bit while we’re in there uuuuu so comfy!!! and we could be in there for as long as he wants I really think thats cute

and it sounds like in the game we didnt say what he did cuz just a few people even notice he wasnt there so maybe getting to have us as his close friend is a better prize and we don’t tell the villagers! I forgive him you know?

ps. mi.lotic is naga shape if that gives you more v.olo ideas

v.olo uwu

Awwww, I love to hear your ideas too!! 💕

Omg yeah! I bet he'd be content about feeling us wriggling and shifting inside, we're so small but it'd be enough for him! ❤️ Plus belly rubs can be sooo soothing, both for him and us! Counting the hums as well, we'd all be passing out in a matter of minutes! x3

Warning: Major spoilers for P.okemon Legends: A.rceus below!

Tbh considering A.rceus doesn't even let us return home to the present timeline, remaining with V.olo is a much better option xD whether it's staying in his belly or not tho, that's up to debate xD I can see him teasing us a lot on the journey to another region, with pokes and jokes about us taking easy since he's doing all the walking x3

Also, I like to think he'd be into gentle, playful mouthplay! ❤️ Such as moving us around in his mouth, from cheek to cheek, not only to enjoy our flavor but to goof around a little bit before swallowing us down x3 ❤️ and I imagine him smiling when he lays on his stomach, maybe to switch to a better reading position, and he feels us tumbling inside him as a result! He's such a sweet dork tbh 😭❤️

I went to check who among the main characters mentions V.olo or what happened atop M.ount C.oronet, and only C.ogita and L.aventon do, sooo... It's safe to say everyone else is weirdly clueless 😅😅 which is technically a good thing, since we could hang out with V.olo still without being banned from the village again, but it makes me so sad as well because it means that despite the battle and how it changed everything between him and us, it barely had an impact on everyone's else lives ;-; ;-; ;-;

I wouldn't still tell the villagers what happened tho, ignorance is bliss sometimes xDD plus they're not going to chase him down with torches and pitchforks, lmaooo 😭😭 we forgive him either way, this is what really matters! x3 ❤️ and he can eat us all the times he wants!! x33

Oooh M.ilotic is a nice choice for a Naga!V.olo! He could be like one of those water snakes, that are totally fine with swimming and living in damp areas! Mmmmm imagine him sneaking away with a visible bump in his tail, and he dives in a nearby river to hide if he hears footsteps coming in his direction! x3 and once everything is quiet again, he slithers out and starts heading back to his lair, super happy because he's got his belly filled ❤️

[hisui-dreamer]

midnights like these

Pairing: Vil Schoenheit x gn!reader

Synopsis: it's only on midnights like these that he'll think of you

Tags: unrequited love, angst, longing, hurt no comfort

Word count: 669

Notes: christmas angst!! idk why but im always a bit sad on christmas nights, so here's that projected onto vil with midnight rain, by taylor swift!!

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I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted.

And he never thinks of me, except when I'm on TV.

I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted.

And I never think of him, except on midnights like this.

―midnight rain, taylor swift

Vil always saw his life as successful, a glittering mosaic of accomplishments that sparkled in the spotlight of global adoration. The world knew him as a charismatic and talented actor with an otherworldly beauty, a name whispered in awe across red carpets and cinema halls.

It was everything he had ever wanted, his childhood dream come true. All of his efforts to become recognised as more than a villainous character had finally come to fruition. He could finally stand on stage proudly as the protagonist.

But sometimes, there's a voice inside him that yearns for something different.

It's a voice that gets particularly loud on quiet nights when he's all alone with his thoughts.

Tonight, was one of these nights.

It was Christmas Eve, and though the streets were filled with festive cheer, Vil found himself sitting by the window by himself, the distant voices invoking a soft smile on his lips.

Everyone seemed to be enjoying themselves with friends and family, but Vil became rather isolated after dedicating himself entirely to his career. Each cherished relationship, while still held dear, slowly ebbed away in the relentless tide of his professional pursuits. He doesn't mind much, he doesn't have the time nor energy to treat someone the way they deserve, but he always ends up reminiscing about the last time he had such a strong connection with someone.

You were a big fan of his work, but Vil quickly realised you were more than just a normal fan. You always offered your support for him, while also giving him critical feedback. In your eyes, he wasn't just a celebrity; you saw the human behind the spotlight, and that meant everything.

Slowly, imperceptibly at first, he found himself drawn to the warmth of your spirit that rivalled the sun. Your words were more than admiration; they were a lifeline that gently peeled away the layers guarding his heart.

There was an unspoken understanding between the two of you, the feelings that bubbled from admiration, to friendship, and something even stronger. You didn't dare to confess, the last thing you wanted was to impose your feelings on him. Him, who always made his work his priority.

So when he started distancing himself from you, you knew he had made his decision, and you could do nothing but respect it. And thus, both of you moved on, continuing your lives as if you never meant anything to each other.

He thinks back to the picture of you he saw the other day on Magicam where you stood amidst a Christmas celebration, a radiant smile illuminating the frame. The scene encapsulated an aura of familial bliss, with your husband, a familiar lion beastman, nestled close at your side. Two children sat at either side, cocooned in the embrace of festive happiness.

He can't help the twinge of jealousy that stings at his heart. Everything in that picture exudes perfect happiness, and that was just a slice of your everyday life. Could he have been that happy with you too? What if there could be an alternate reality where the threads of your lives had been woven in a different way? What if he, too, had a family to gather around a Christmas tree, sharing laughter and creating memories?

What if he could've had you in his arms?

Maybe in making his name known and chasing after his success, he had given away a life with you, a cosy, simple one where the rest of the world didn't matter because you had each other.

Gazing at his own reflection in the window, he beheld the carefully sculpted beauty that he had painstakingly crafted throughout every fleeting second of his existence. But amidst the crafted perfection, a solitary tear traced its path down his face.

Maybe he was in the wrong all along.

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[missywritesfor7]

🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 15: Bright Light ||

I feel like I’m in a dream. More like a fever dream. My entire body is burning up and I start to think something is wrong with me. No way I’m still feeling the effects of that one drink, am I?

I open my eyes to darkness taking a moment to remember where I am. My phone is still in my back pocket, and when I look at it I see that its 2:13 am. Jimin is still sound asleep next to me.

I start to realize I’m probably so hot because I fell asleep in this sweater dress that I never wear. It’s nice and cozy for the cooler weather, but it’s miserable to sleep in.

After laying there for a moment I decide to just take the thing off. I might have a heat stroke if I don’t. I feel much better and less sweaty and fall right back to sleep.

It feels like I was only asleep for about 10 minutes, but when I open my eyes again the sun is shining through the window. When my vision clears I meet eyes with Jimin who’s looking at me with a sweet smile.

“Morning,” he says moving a few locks of my wild hair from in front of my face.

“Morning,” I smile. “How’d you sleep?”

“Better than ever.” He places a hand on my hip and pulls me in a little closer to him. His eyes travel up and down my body and lands back on my face. “What happened to your sweater?”

“I was burning up in the night so I took it off so I wouldn’t sweat to death,” I chuckle.

“Sorry,” he says shyly. “I can turn the fan on.”

“No it’s ok, you don’t need to do that. I’m just going to get hot again being next to you, and that’s fine with me.” I snuggle as close as I can to him and place a soft kiss on the tip of his nose.

“I guess I’ll be staying in bed all day then.” He smiles and holds me tight making me feel like the luckiest girl in the world.

“What about breakfast?”

“I have you for breakfast.”

“Oh my god,” I laugh giving him a quick peck on the lips. “That was so cheesy, but you’re so cute.”

“Whatever makes you smile,” he says returning my kiss.

What makes me smile is every part of him, and maybe I’m a bit greedy. When he pulls back I chase his lips for more showing him just how hungry I am. As cheesy as his little line was, he’s right, I have him for breakfast and that’s all I need.

No cereal, oatmeal, eggs, or bacon, just him. Tasting so sweet against my taste buds. I don’t need coffee because his touch does much more for me than a cup of caffeine.

I haven’t felt this feeling before. The feeling of wanting to give everything I have to someone. The feeling of security from being in the arms of someone I truly believe won’t take me for granted. I want to give him all of me.

I find myself rolling on top of him and straddling his waist. I can’t stop tasting him, I want to explore every corner of his mouth until it’s committed to memory. The feeling of his hands on my bare skin sliding up my back gives me a feeling of euphoria that I wish I could hold on to forever.

A loud crash coming from the kitchen startles us both out of our blissful fog. I hide my face in Jimin’s neck and he gasps before chuckling.

“I guess Hoseok is trying to make breakfast,” Jimin whispers with a giggle.

“Does he have to scare the entire neighborhood to do it?” I ask laughing into his neck.

Just as I say that another crash comes from the kitchen. We both chuckle into each other before deciding to go help Hoseok with whatever he seems to be having trouble with.

“I should probably put a shirt on first, huh?” I say remembering that my sweater is tossed somewhere on the floor.

“Yeah, maybe.”

“Can I have this one?” I smile sitting up in his lap and tugging at the hem of the shirt he’s wearing.

“You can have whatever you want,” he smiles.

“Be careful, I’ll walk out of here with everything,” I laugh while boldly pulling his shirt over his head and slipping it over my frame.

“Aisshhh!!” Hoseok yells from the kitchen.

“Let’s go before he hurts himself,” Jimin laughs.

We both roll out of the bed and emerge from Jimin’s room to find Hoseok in the kitchen looking completely frazzled.

“Morning,” I say stepping into the kitchen. “You sound like you need some help.”

“Mina!” Hoseok says a bit startled. He takes a look at me wearing Jimin’s shirt, then turns to Jimin who’s standing there shirtless and raises an eyebrow. “I didn’t know you were here. Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you.”

“It’s ok,” I smile. “We were already awake.”

“What are you doing?” Jimin asks.

“Trying to make breakfast,” Hoseok responds.

“Were you fighting with it?”

“Shut up,” Hoseok chuckles. “I wanted to try making French toast, but it’s not working out as well as I hoped.” He gestures towards the counter where he has a bowl of egg mixture and some bits of bread swimming in it.

We all have a laugh at Hoseok’s cute mess. We pitch in to help him out and save his sinking culinary ship. He breathes a sigh of relief and thanks us for our assistance.

I put Jimin and Hoseok on prep duty and I take over the stove. Out of the three of us it seems I have the most cooking knowledge which is a bit surprising because I don’t cook all that often. Then again my roommate is Jin and I’m almost convinced he’s had some formal culinary training at some point. I guess I’ve picked up some know how from him.

We work great together with our breakfast assembly line. They get all of the bread ready as I continue cooking them in batches on the inconveniently small pan. Hoseok then turns his attention to cutting up some fruit, and Jimin prepares the last of the eggs to be scrambled once I’m done with the toast.

“When did you get home last night?” Jimin asks Hoseok as we’re all focused on our individual tasks.

“After midnight? Something like that,” Hoseok says with much uncertainty.

“Why do you sound so unsure?” I chuckled.

“You did it again, didn’t you?”

“No,” Hoseok replies trying to hide his face.

“Did what?” I ask wanting in on the secret.

“Nothing,” Hoseok says quickly.

“He let his crew get him drunk again,” Jimin laughs. “What happened this time?”

“Nothing we just played some games.”

“Was it another scary game?”

“They said it was supposed to be fun!!”

“Hoseok are you telling me you’re afraid of some little scary games?” I ask laughing at how red his face is. I had no idea he was such a chicken.

“That wasn’t a normal scary game!”

“That’s what you always say,” Jimin laughs.

“Pay attention to the food, will you?” Hoseok says waving us off and trying to keep his face hidden.

We continue laughing at his expense and I pull the last piece of toast from the pan. I grab a few paper towels to wipe out the pan, because for some reason these guys only own one pan. They are unbelievable.

As I’m wiping the pan out my hand slips and makes contact with the incredibly hot bottom. I’ve burned myself many times before so it’s not the worst I’ve felt, but I still yelp loudly in pain holding the base of my palm where it made contact with the pan.

It takes a moment for my senses to return to me and remind me that I should run cold water on it, but once I make that realization Jimin has already rushed me over to the sink and is holding my hand under the faucet.

“Are you ok?” He asks with much concern.

“Yeah I’ll be fine. Just stings a bit.” I wince as the cool water continues running over my red palm.

“Keep it under the water a few more minutes. I’ll get some bandages to wrap it in.” He leaves the kitchen and goes into his room.

“I’m fine, really,” I say to Hoseok who’s looking at me wide eyed as if he just watched me turn into a ghost right before his eyes.

“Good. If you say so,” he says with a sigh of relief.

“I am,” I chuckle. “I’ve burned myself worse doing my hair. Doesn’t make this hurt much less though.”

“So…what were you two up to last night?” He asks with a whisper as if he trying to share a secret.

“We went out to eat with Tae and Taylor, then came back here and passed out. That’s pretty much it.”

“Tae and Taylor? So they really are together?”

“How do you know?”

“Taylor won’t shut up about him class,” Hoseok laughs. “When I asked them if they were together they turned red and didn’t give me a straight answer. So cute.”

“They are cute,” I laugh.

“Who’s that?” Jimin asks returning with a handful of ointment and bandages.

“TayTae,” I chuckle.

“And you two,” Hoseok says.

“Who two?” I ask.

“You two,” Hoseok laughs pointing at Jimin and I.

“You think we’re cute?” Jimin asks with a proud smile.

Hoseok playfully rolls his eyes. “You two weren’t…in the middle of anything were you? I didn’t interrupt…anything?” He asks chuckling nervously.

“You think I give it up after just one date?” Jimin asks while rubbing ointment on my hand. “What kind of person do you think I am?”

“Oh my god,” I say in embarrassment. “We weren’t doing anything.”

“Except making out.”

“Jimin!”

“Sorry,” he giggles while wrapping my hand in gauze.

“I don’t need to know anything else,” Hoseok chuckles. “I’m just glad you two are finally…whatever it is that you are.”

“She’s mine,” Jimin says proudly.

“Took long enough.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask.

“Go sit down,” Jimin says chuckling and guiding me out of the kitchen. “I’ll finish up.”

He gets me to have a seat on the couch and returns to the kitchen to finish off our breakfast. Once he’s done he and Hoseok join me on the couch with our plates.

Jimin insists on feeding me since my burn is on my dominant hand, he doesn’t want me to aggravate it by using a fork. I’m ok to use a fork, the burn is so minor I’ll likely forget about it in a couple of hours. Jimin isn’t convinced though. Hoseok has to scold him a bit before he finally lightens up and let’s me feed myself.

Jimin is quite protective, he keeps an eye on me as I finish my breakfast and takes my plate to the kitchen despite my legs not being impaired. Hoseok only laughs and retreats to his room once he’s done eating.

Jimin holds my hand rubbing it gently to soothe whatever pain he thinks I’m experiencing.

“I told you I’m fine,” I smile. “I probably won’t even feel it anymore soon.”

“Are you sure?” He asks with his bottom lip starting to poke out. “I just don’t want you to be hurt.”

“You’re such a sweetie. Yes I’m sure I’m ok. Don’t worry.”

“I just have to be sure,” he says lightly kissing my bandaged palm.

He’s sweet. Incredibly sweet. From keeping an eye on my hand regardless of how many times I say I’m ok, to keeping me well fed with snacks and goodies through the week as I stress study for finals.

It doesn’t take long before people on campus find out Jimin and I are together now. What I didn’t realize was that people had already thought we were together so it was no surprise to anyone.

Everyone is feeling the pressure as finals week begins, but we all planned to get together once it’s all over. Jimin and I, Hoseok, Namjoon, Jin, JK, and TayTae. Jimin also invited Yoongi, but I’m not expecting him to show, he’s nice but he’s also a bit of a hermit.

We’ll all be going our separate ways for the holidays so Saturday night is the one time we’ll be able to hangout before we all leave. Jimin’s brother was going to pick him up to take him home, but since we’re going to the same town anyway I offered to drive him home and save his brother the trip. Plus I’ll get 2 hours in the car with him before we split to spend time with our families.

I don’t want to seem clingy by wanting to see him while he’s with his family, but still he assured me that if I want to see him at any time I can call him whenever. I don’t want to get in the way but it’s still nice to know that I can see my boyfriend if I need an escape from my crazy family.

When Saturday comes we’re all relieved to be done with the semester. Jin offered up our apartment as the hangout spot for everyone since he’s such a gracious host. I just wish he had talked to me about it first. I don’t mind, I just don’t like having to clean up afterwards. Maybe I can beat him at a game of rock, paper, scissors and have him do all of the cleaning.

Everyone comes by bringing various drinks and foods for us to enjoy. To my surprise even Yoongi shows up with a bottle of whiskey. As it turns out that’s all he needs to come out of his shell and become the life of the party.

Tae is the DJ for the evening and it seems Yoongi enjoys just about every song that comes on. He dances and jokes around with everyone as his face gets more flushed as the night goes on.

I also learned that tipsy Hoseok is a bit quieter than sober Hoseok. For a moment I thought he was in another dimension until Jimin snuck up and scared him half to death, to the amusement of the rest of us.

Tipsy Taylor is stuck to Tae like their life depends on it, and Tae is loving every second of it. They’re in their own little world dancing across the floor and clearly no longer interested in keeping their relationship a secret from the rest of the world. Either that or they’re just comfortable enough with everyone here. Either way, I’m happy that they’re having a good time.

Tipsy Jin is the most entertaining. He’s already incredibly charismatic sober, but when he’s been drinking he’s 100 times more fun. The jokes flow out of him so easily and he always knows how to find a way to bring everyone to tears from laughing so hard.

It’s even more entertaining to see him and a tipsy JK playing random games and being chaotic together. Jin keeps trying to arm wrestle JK, who practices martial arts for fun, but Jin never plays fair. Always trying to distract JK or do something that’s clearly cheating by anyone’s standards.

Tipsy Namjoon is incredibly chill. He’s much less chaotic than everyone else here when he’s drinking. He simply enjoys his surroundings and laughs along with everyone else. The only difference is his tipsy volume is much louder. When he laughs it’s like the entire city can hear him. Not only that, but I think it’s funny that a lot of his laughter is thanks to Yoongi and his impromptu karaoke session, complete with choreography and air drumming.

Jimin doesn’t stray too far from my side. He’s very affectionate and playful when he’s drinking. More so than usual. Even with a little teasing from the others he doesn’t seem to care. His focus, and his hands, are on me the entire night and I’m loving every moment of it.

We party and have a great time well into the night until one by one everyone starts heading home. Since I’m driving Jimin home tomorrow he stays the night with me.

JK also stays the night sleeping on our couch. He and Jin will be around a couple of more days before going home so they’ll be working on a highlight reel for Jin. Seems JK has gotten a lot of footage of Jin acting as well as hosting various events. I don’t know if he’s trying to act in dramas or host variety shows, but either way he’s got plenty of experience.

The next morning Jimin helps me pack up some clothes and a few things I’ll be taking home with me that I don’t need crowding my tiny space in this apartment. It’s amazing how much stuff I accumulate over the course of a semester.

After packing my things and saying goodbye to Jin and JK I take Jimin back to his place so he can get his things packed. I’m surprised that Hoseok is awake when we get there, I was sure he’d probably still be asleep and hungover. He’s leaving later in the afternoon but wants to clean the entire place before he goes stating that he doesn’t like coming back to a messy home. I can’t blame him, but I’m way too lazy for all of that.

Once Jimin is all packed and ready to go we say goodbye to Hoseok and begin our two hour journey home. Jimin plays DJ and we sing our lungs out for nearly the entire trip. We laugh and snack on some goodies we brought along for the ride.

Having him in the car makes the drive so much more fun. Having him in my life makes my days so much more brighter.

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ahhh the way you are developing this relationship is so smooth !! i love how it kind of feels like the thrill of the chase (literal and metaphorical) is all part of the fun, but not in an annoying "playing hard to get" sort of way. i think it works really well for where both reader and corey are in their lives: surprised by their own infatuation and reluctant to get hurt again, but knowing there is something special about the other person that means they're never going to be the same again 💗

You start doing repairs for him too, darning his socks, fixing the crude job he did attaching the patches embroidered with his name to his coveralls

this is so sweet and oddly intimate ?? it's such a small thing, but like the first time they have dinner, it's something that other people might save for a lot later in the relationship. this sort of domestic bliss is hard to come by, but it feels so right for both of them !! it's the small parts of this relationship that are so fascinating.

He accidentally-on-purpose lets slip that he can do a wheelie on his motorcycle.

he's so cute 😊🤭 i can hear exactly how he would accidently-on-purpose show off about doing a wheelie -- "how long did it take you to learn how to ride?" "it's easier than you think. you know, i can actually do a wheelie" -- he has that little habit of trying to talk about things he's interested in or good at, without making it sound like he wants to talk about himself. or maybe he does it to try and prove to himself (and others) that he's even a fraction as cool and interesting as any of the cool people he idolises. i love that you included this detail though, it's so perfect.

He’s a good boy, you know he would never… But you get wet imagining that he did. 

words fail me. i want this quote made into one of those neon wall signs so i can hang it in my living room.

i'm so obsessed with the tone you use here. there's something so teasing and salacious about it. about the implications. calling corey a good boy will always be the hottest thing in the world to me, but the way it's suggested that of course he would never do anything like that, even if he wanted to (and he does want to). the sort of forbidden aspect that grows in place of making a move.

Sweet, awkward Corey, turning bright red when he feels how wet you are for him. Aggressive, confident Corey, laughing and making you taste yourself on his fingers.

i love this, not only because it is very hot, but you totally get the way corey waxes and wanes in his personality. he is sweet and awkward, but he's also intelligent and sharp, and also aggressive and emotionally erratic. i feel like the reader is barely scratching the surface, but still understanding that it's not straight forward in predicting corey's moods. and the idea of reader not knowing "which" corey they want but being interesting in all of them.

i'm really excited to see how this aspect develops and how reader handles the shifts and revelations that may or may not ever come to light ?? 👀

You can tell yourself you’re not falling for him, that even though you've been sickeningly infatuated with him since the moment you saw him, what's happening between you is just a thing, as long as he’s never been inside you.  

your wording is everything, once again. something something, devour, consume, never being close enough. letting him in because you want to devour him too. how dangerous it feels to give in to infatuation in a tangible way. and you're so right, it's one thing to lick a fork after he's used it, it's another to let him inside you.

Grimy images of raw meat and butchered animals flash on the screen between shots of naked women.  

from the very first word, before i even read the index, i fucking knew this was closer by nin !! ohh his reaction is so, so, so perfect 😈 i wanted him sweating and nervous and unreasonably aroused over it and you delivered.

i'm so stupidly intrigued by the idea of corey processing the more unconventional aspects of attraction and arousal that he may or may not of developed. i think him finally being able to explore media and art and pop culture sort of give him an outlet of understanding about his own wants and interests, sexually and non sexually, actually.

idk where i was going with that, but i'm glad he got to experience closer, and being there to watch him is an experience in of itself lol

He always thought that Haddonfield was uniquely obsessed with death because of Michael, but since he left he’s realized people are like that everywhere.

i guess in addition to the last point, this is also such an interesting point you make !! haddonfield is portrayed as being pretty insular, and in a lot of ways it is, but the fascination people have with death and murder and boogeymen doesn't stop once you get past the city limits. it must be disheartening for corey, thinking he got away only to find the obsession is present on the outside too. and not to get too deep, of course, but the pop cultural interest in true crime can seem unsettlingly blasé in response. i think this is the other side of the coin.

“One word,” you say, placing your foot extremely deliberately on his boner and pressing down. “Pig.” ... In spite of himself, Corey rocks his hips

obsessed with this imagery and the juxtaposition(?) of how soft and tentative the previous interactions have been. like testing the waters to see how far you can push until you both have to give in. and this being the first taste of true sexuality, obsessed.

Corey understands the rules of the game now.

ahh i know we've talked about his unsteady relationship with boundaries, and i feel like this plays into that so well. i see it as him liking the challenge of working things out for himself, especially when he can see you want him to work it out, but then having the "rules" in place is good for him, it gives him a line to walk and he's excellent at walking that line when he needs to.

He skids to a stop and smiles in spite of himself.

i love the theme of cat-and-mouse across the chapters !! the way it, on the surface, seems like the classic power and control dynamic, but deep down it's about want and wanting, right? i think corey does like the harmless power trip, but in reverse, i feel that he likes the fact that it's a game based on want. you want him to chase you, and back at the library, he knows you wanted to chase him.

Despite everything, Corey still harbors a fondness for Michael, his crooked mentor, a man so beautifully, perfectly free from what others thought about him. But he’d kill Michael with his bare hands

man, i wont go into all of my corey and michael thoughts on this post, but just know that i am obsessed. i love your word choice: fondness, crooked, beautifully, bare hands. there's something so raw and genuine about what corey feels for michael, whatever it is. you could argue he's a little bit sweet on him as easily as you could argue that he resents him.

He feels stupid, gullible, impotent.

ahhh obsessed with a corey who feels betrayed and jealous. he's gone his whole life never getting what he wants and when he's so close to it -- when he let himself believe it was happening, against all odds -- he feels like he let his guard down for nothing. he should have known, shouldn't he.

i love your word choice here too. there's so much he's never experienced, but there's just as much that he has experienced. he never got the young love relationships, he got coercive control -- he knows what it feels like to kill someone, but he doesn't (wouldn't) know the expectations he should have of a relationship.

"impotent" too. totally spot-on with the double meaning. we know corey has all his unrealised gender stuff going on, and this totally feeds into his fears of being less than a man. his gone a lot of his life not being treated like an adult, being held back from being a "man" but also being held back from a certain type of autonomous control. he is forever a child, idolising masculine leading men but feeling like he could loose his grasp on his own self-actualised masculinity even though it is a core part of his being.

then his first instinct being to go and beat the shit out of someone? because it's power, who's the bigger man? for all corey's insecurity, he knows it's him. knows what he's capable of and knows he can't let go like that again, because as much as he idolises people like michael, he's seen the full extent of what they become.

He hovers, hesitating, stuck between walking away and turning back to face you. Wanting to ask but not wanting to know.

i've picked this line, but the whole scene is brilliant !! the description of corey's movements is so visceral, it really builds up the tension, i can feel him working himself up into one of his stressed out meltdowns. he has so much nervous energy simmering inside him and you can see him trying to let it out in a controlled way but nothing seems like enough anymore.

“Am I your boyfriend?” He asks, facing away from you.

i want corey saying "am i your boyfriend?" playing on a loop in my head forever, actually. it's so innocent and earnest. it's almost childish, in a "we're girlfriend-boyfriend" kind of way, and of course corey has barely got to be anyone's boyfriend. but i'd say more like youthful, when things are new and fresh and that word means so much.

angry and wounded

every time he just can't hide his emotions, i melt a little bit more (i will eventually become a puddle of goop). i guess we have rohan to thank for his monumentally expressive face, but we love to see it, and it is absolutely perfect for corey. i can see him, so anguished and pained that it pulls at his features without him meaning it to show.

You shouldn’t get any pleasure from someone else being upset, especially not the precious, volatile man you find yourself falling for.

"the precious, volatile man" -- this is everything to me. you're word choice is phenomenal, and is so him. you understand corey.

i mentioned before because this weaves so well throughout this whole story, that corey is unpredictable from an outside perspective. it's difficult to tell when he's going to be an a confident mood or a quiet one. and it feels like hmm should we be into how changeable he is? probably not. is it exciting though, is he exciting? absolutely.

he's never known how to just be; he's constantly running from something, no wonder his personality is ever shifting. he wants so badly to be good all the time, because that's how he survives, but when he can't be he falls into dire despair until he can grasp some reassurance again.

like he wants to taste your blood through your skin

the taste of blood 💗 corey got a taste for blood and it never quite goes away, does it? i love this imagery, the desperation of being close and having that connection. something something, it isn't enough to taste you, he needs to get beneath your skin, needs to get past that last barrier because he wants you so much.

ahhh there is literally so much i want to say about the smut !! i don't even know where to start with lines to choose because i was so drawn in by all of it. it's the aura you've created, how it sweet and simple and overwhelming because it's finally happening and it feels so natural. you can still feel the awkwardness of a first time together, but it melts into a sort or urgency. the waiting seems unbelievable to them now that they are actually together and so close.

the way he says he hasn't done it many times. we can fix that. the way he says "not yet". the way he doesn't take his boxers off till right before. the way he has the prettiest dick (of course). the way his expression is almost pained because it feels a lot. the way he pulls out because he doesn't have time to do anything else and then still apologises.

i think it was so perfect the way corey isn't necessarily confident in himself, but more like in his ability to do a good job and to please. he's a trier, always. i even getting the feeling that he doesn't feel as much pressure as i would imagine he would. not to be cheesy, but something something, being with the right person takes the pressure off of him because it's easier to just... know what to do?

i think it feels very interesting that it happens on the couch. with how intense and intimate it feels, whereas the couch is more of a casual setting, i guess? then moving to the bed (where they've already literally slept together before). hmm idk where i'm going with that but i wanted it on the record that i felt something lol

edit: i can't believe i forgot to mention the smoking scene 😭 !! obsessed with it. once again, the weird intimacy of it, the act of breathing it in and sharing a vice, however small. also i can literally hear corey going "i'm sorry, do you mind if i smoke? i'll go outside" and the way he's so secretly pleased when you go "sure, i'll come out with you".

Clean Again

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Corey and Reader consummate their relationship.

general warnings for this fic - angst, fluff, eventual smut (MDNI), canon-typical violence, canon-typical gore contents/warnings for this chapter - alcohol and tobacco consumption, stalking, jealousy, angst, smut - mild somno (fantasy only), female masturbation, foot tease, scratching, biting, hickies, fingering, PiV, semi-unsafe sex, pulling out

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After the first night, Corey stays every time he comes over. You don’t have to talk about it, it just feels right. He keeps clean clothes and an extra pair of coveralls for work in his motorcycle’s saddlebags. You offer to buy whatever hygiene products he likes when you go to the grocery store, but other than his own toothbrush, he declines. You think he likes using your body wash, his skin smelling like you all day while he rotates tires and replaces starters. You wish he would let you buy his preferred products so you could go to work smelling like him, finally figuring out what you’d been searching for after the first time you saw him. 

He drops the pretense of coming over to fix things, but he doesn’t stop fixing things. He seems to like feeling useful, so you let him install a new shower head and disassemble your old DVD-VCR to clean 25 years of dust off the play heads and computer chip. Any project he can think of, you sit with him while he does it, watching the little micro facial expressions he makes while he thinks. You start doing repairs for him too, darning his socks, fixing the crude job he did attaching the patches embroidered with his name to his coveralls, re-hemming sleeves where the stitches have pulled out. 

You try to get him to go out and do things instead of hanging around your apartment, but he’s always apprehensive. He doesn’t want to go bowling or see a punk show, he rejects the mall and the beach, says no to museums and mini golf. You wish he would come with you to more places, but you don’t press the issue. You just want to be around him. Besides, there’s a million movies he hasn’t seen, bands he’s never heard of, games he hasn’t played. So you put him on the Spotify family plan you share with some friends, and sit next to him on the couch late into the night, regurgitating what you learned in Intro to Film Studies when he asks what you mean by "diegetic," talking progressively more smack as his Smash Bros technique improves. You don't go inside his apartment often, but one day you notice an old 12-inch TV with a built in VCR that wasn't there before. The next time you climb the mossy steps to his little studio, you notice the wires that snake from the back of it to a beat up looking PlayStation 2 and smile to yourself. 

You stand on the slab of concrete that constitutes your back porch with him while he smokes a cigarette. He lets it dangle with the cherry facing the ground and you lean in to take a drag from it, pressing your lips to his palm and looking up to keep eye contact with him. You let the smoke out in a perfect ring that expands and floats towards him, framing his stunned face. 

He accidentally-on-purpose lets slip that he can do a wheelie on his motorcycle. Of course you have to see it. As terrifying as the idea of Corey doing something so dangerous is, it thrills you that he’s not scared, that he’s skillful (or stupid) enough to feel safe taking that risk. He puts his helmet on and you kiss his nose for luck before he flips his visor down. You stand on the gravel drive of your apartment building in just your socks, biting your thumb with anxiety as Corey rides down to one end of the street. He revs his engine, showing off, before starting towards you. With no hesitation he pops his front tire off the ground. He leans back further, and further, getting much more vertical than you expected. You can’t tell if you’re giggling or screaming. He maintains the wheelie all the way to the other end of the street. When he pulls back into the driveway you rush into his arms before he can even get his helmet off. 

Sometimes, in the mornings, you notice his hard cock pressed against your back and you want nothing more than to wake him up by grinding on it. You have to extract yourself from his arms, coiled around you and heavy with sleep. One particular morning you wake to find your top has rolled down in the night and one tit is completely out. Corey’s already awake and you know he’s seen it. You quiver thinking about him staring at your body while you slept. Did he touch you? Broad, strong hand cupping and squeezing, thumb brushing your nipple, while you were unaware? He’s a good boy, you know he would never… But you get wet imagining that he did. 

On nights he doesn’t stay over, you touch yourself to thoughts of him. Picturing what might happen if you got the courage to thrust your hips backwards against his morning wood. Or if he woke up to find both breasts popped out of your camisole. If you rolled your shirt down yourself after he fell asleep to make sure he had something to look at in the morning. Could he resist? You slide your sweatpants and underwear off, wishing your hands were his. If you made a move, which Corey would you get?  Sweet, awkward Corey, turning bright red when he feels how wet you are for him. Aggressive, confident Corey, laughing and making you taste yourself on his fingers. You rub your clit furiously, imagining how pretty his cock must be, how it would feel stuffing you full. You cram your fist in your mouth so your neighbors won’t hear you calling out his name when he’s not even there.

Yet as badly as you want him, you’re not sure you’re ready to cross that line with him. Not just sex, but making things more permanent, more real. You’ve never had a problem keeping casual sex casual, but you feel, almost fear, that with Corey it would mean something. You’ve been single so long and so tepid about dating, you can’t quite imagine yourself in a relationship. Not having sex keeps him at a comfortable distance. You can tell yourself you’re not falling for him, that even though you've been sickeningly infatuated with him since the moment you saw him, what's happening between you is just a thing, as long as he’s never been inside you.  

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Corey holds your bare feet in his lap. Today’s cultural education assignment is iconic music videos. This morning he could count on one hand the number of music videos he’d ever really seen. Now that number has nearly tripled. The next video you pull up has a warning before it, making you click a button saying you’re an adult. He only has to wonder why it could possibly have that warning for a few seconds. Grimy images of raw meat and butchered animals flash on the screen between shots of naked women.  

He tries to follow the lyrics and realizes the song is very explicitly about sex. Heat rises to his face from under his collar. You press your toes into his thigh rhythmically, in time with the beat that reminds Corey of a train chugging down the tracks, dangerously close to his slowly thickening cock. He tries to keep his eyes on the screen. You slide your right foot up higher on his leg and he grabs your ankle, still refusing to look at you. 

You wiggle your ankle free from his hand and put both feet on the back of the couch behind him instead. The skirt you’re wearing was already barely covering your panties, but with your legs up they’re totally exposed. He steals a glance out of the corner of his eye. He can see the outline of your lips through the fabric. He clears his throat. He wasn’t sure if you were teasing him on purpose, but the smile that cracks your face at the sound confirms it. The man singing in the music video is blindfolded and handcuffed to the ceiling. Corey’s now fully erect dick strains against his pants.

“They played this video on TV?” He asks you, voice coming out creaky.

“Heavily censored,” you say. “Do you know anything about the Manson Family murders?”

“Not really,” Corey says, turning in your direction and desperately trying to keep his eyes on your face, even as you pull your knees closer to your chest. 

Murders. A topic Corey can’t seem to escape. He always thought that Haddonfield was uniquely obsessed with death because of Michael, but since he left he’s realized people are like that everywhere. But with your Carrie tattoo, your soft spot for maligned creatures, and the way you hunted him down at the library, you’re the one person in the world he might actually want to hear say something about murder.

“In 1969, a cult killed a pregnant actress and three of her friends in her home in Beverly Hills. They totally botched it, they made a huge mess and they all got caught super quickly. But they used her blood to write on the walls. This album was recorded in that house like, a little more than 20 years later.” You put one foot on his shoulder and drag your toes lightly down his arm. 

He grabs your ankle again. He knows you’re playing a game with him, but he doesn’t know the rules. Do you want him to give in to you? To use your ankle in his hand to spread your legs open and place himself between them, pressing his face or the bulge in his pants against the crease in your underwear? He would do so in a heartbeat if you asked him to, but he’s scared to make the move without a clearer invitation. Or do you want him to resist you? 

“What did they write?” Corey asks, releasing your ankle.

“One word,” you say, placing your foot extremely deliberately on his boner and pressing down. “Pig.”

In spite of himself, Corey rocks his hips, pressing his cock against your foot. With surprising swiftness you bring your other foot down from the back of the couch, planting it underneath you, and pushing yourself up. You slip the foot in his lap over the outside of his thigh and end up straddling him. He looks up at you in awe for a second before you slam your lips into his, kissing him aggressively, violently, grinding down on him. Invitation received. 

He kisses you back, wrapping his arms around your waist. The way you feel rubbing against him, even through all those layers, is indescribable. His heart pounds. His breathing quickens. He has wanted you so badly since the first night you kissed, but he’s held himself back, letting you determine the pace of things, his respect for you and fear of pushing you away giving him strength when the curve of your neck or the touch of your hand makes him weak. 

Corey presses up against you as you grind down. The sound you make is the most gorgeous thing he’s ever heard. He swipes his tongue across your bottom lip. You open your mouth more and he slips his tongue in. You put your hands on his chest, digging your fingertips in, using his collarbones like handles. With the way you suck on his tongue he can’t help but imagine how you might suck something else, a first he longs to share with you. 

As if you read his mind, you start to slide backwards, sinking off his lap and towards the floor. He lets go of you, holding his hands out of your way as you rub your face on his chest and stomach on the way down. Corey expects you to kneel, parting his legs, pulling on his zipper. He swallows hard, anticipation building. But you never quite do what Corey expects, do you?

When you’re fully clear of his legs you stand, and back away from him, moving around the coffee table, a strange look on your face. He reaches out for you, and you let him clasp your hand for just a second before taking one more step back, out of his range. Confused and slightly hurt, he scoots to the edge of the couch and reaches for you again, with both hands this time. What are you doing? Did he take it too far? Wouldn’t you be saying something if he did? 

He holds your hands in his hands and opens his mouth to check in, but you take another step backwards, slipping out of his grasp again. You give him The Smile. Then you turn around and walk away. The Smile. Corey understands the rules of the game now. He springs from the couch and takes two long strides towards you, closing the distance almost completely. 

You quicken your pace to stay out of his grasp, and he quickens his to keep you in it. You jog into the kitchen, your movements hidden for a moment behind the wall. When he can see you again you’re on the other side of the kitchen island from him. You’re both still for a moment, each trying to determine which direction the other will go in. You break at the same time, but you successfully fake him out, making him take the long way around the island. You screech with laughter as you scamper away.

He’s faster than you and catches up to you as you go through the archway that separates the kitchen and the dining room. His speed doesn’t make up for your cunning, and you whip one of the dining chairs out from under the table and slide it in his direction without stopping. The obstacle slows him down just enough for him to whiff when he reaches out to grab you. You squeal at the near miss. He turns to go the other way around the dining table and comes within inches of catching you again in the other doorway. You change directions as you round the corner, tucking yourself into the book shelf that leans against the wall. Corey has too much momentum to respond to your maneuver, and loses precious time running back in the direction of the living room.

He looks behind him and you’re gone. He skids to a stop and smiles in spite of himself. You little vixen. He creeps back into the kitchen, peeking around the corner first. No sign of you. On tiptoe like a Scooby Doo character, he makes his way around the wall towards the dining room, certain you must be on the other side. You’re not there either. What the fuck? Corey thinks. Then he hears a door opening in the hallway. 

He follows the sound. The only problem is that he doesn’t know which door it was, he couldn’t tell from the dining room. He stands in the middle of the hallway, thinking. He heard a door open. He didn’t hear a door close. From where he stands, the bedroom and bathroom doors both look completely shut. He turns and strides back up the hallway to the closet. The door is ajar. He’s got you now.

Corey flings the door open, prepared to hear you shriek in playful surprise. There’s no sound. He squints into the darkness and doesn’t see you. Hmmm. He reaches into the closet for the light switch on the wall and you grab his hand, appearing in the doorway.

He grunts and jerks back in surprise. You howl with laughter as you pull him into your arms. 

“You should have seen your face!” You taunt him. 

He can’t help but laugh with you, feeling that same excitement he felt in the library, floored by the way you played him up until the last second. He wonders again if you could survive an encounter with Michael. Then he feels guilty. Despite everything, Corey still harbors a fondness for Michael, his crooked mentor, a man so beautifully, perfectly free from what others thought about him. But he’d kill Michael with his bare hands before he’d ever let your survival be a question. He tightens his arms around you protectively.

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“So! Have you done it yet?”

“Oh my god, Veronica, are we in high school?” You ask, taking a sip of your drink. Your favorite bartender is working tonight, and they made it extra strong. You’re gonna have to pace yourself and leave a big tip.

“You’re taking so long it seems like you are,” she teases.

“I think you have it backwards. I fucked way sooner than this in high school.”

“Wait, who did you fuck in high school?” Veronica leans forward on her bar stool. “How did I not know this?”

“You don’t remember Matthew, he was a senior when we were juniors? Played trombone?”

“Oh yeah!” Veronica’s eyes light up in recognition. “I remember you guys dating. He was cool. I didn’t know you fucked him though!”

You nod your head. “I snuck him in through my window like, 4 days after our first date.”

“You little harlot!” Veronica says, laughing. “So what’s the hold up with Corey?”

You think about the other day watching music videos with him. How you’d teased him, testing him, testing yourself. How you’d walked right up to the line, and been desperate to cross it, but you couldn’t quite make it there. You can’t explain it to Veronica. You can’t explain it to yourself. 

“We’re just going at our own pace,” you say finally, shrugging.

“A snail’s pace,” Veronica says. 

You blow a raspberry at her as you hop off your bar stool. You hold your hand out to her and she deposits a pair of foam ear plugs. The first band of the night is your favorite local act, and you wanna stand right up front against the stage. 

Outside the bar between bands, you lean against the wall, sharing a cigarette with Veronica. Neither of you really smokes, but sometimes after a couple of drinks a little nicotine buzz is nice. A couple of dudes approach. They’re both extremely standard issue punk dudes, from the rolled back brim of the shorter one’s baseball cap, down to the giant fiend skull tattoo on the taller one’s shin. 

“Can we get a light?” The shorter of the two asks. Veronica hands over her lighter. They light their cigarettes, and the taller one pockets it.

“I saw that,” Veronica says, poking Tall in the center of his chest, then making a gimme motion with her hand. 

“Oh sorry, bad habit,” he says, fishing the lighter back out. You don’t make eye contact with either of them, hoping they won’t feel invited to talk as they smoke. No such luck.

“Did you like the band that just played?” The shorter one asks.

“Yeah, we come out to see them all the time,” Veronica responds.

“Oh really?” They say in unison, then look at each other. “Nice,” Short adds.

“We’re actually in the touring band. We play third tonight,” Tall says.

You tune the conversation out. Veronica gets caught up flirting. She forgets to take the cigarette back from you so you finish it. You gather that the short one was assigned to you, he keeps looking over at you expectantly, saying “So…” You don’t engage. You just tap the burning end of the cigarette, now little more than a nub, against the bottom of your shoe and toss it into the trash can behind him. 

Something catches your eye across the street. In the darkness under the portico of a closed bank, you think you see someone standing with their arms crossed. You know it’s crazy, but the silhouette feels so familiar. The slope of the shoulders, the cloud of hair. There’s no way it’s Corey, but you feel like you know it is. You strain your eyes scanning for details. You glance at all the vehicles parked on the sides of the street, but you don’t see his motorcycle.

“What are you looking at?” Short asks, leaning over your shoulder to follow your gaze. 

“Nothing,” you mutter. “Just thinking about something.”

He opens his mouth to say something else, but you hear the next act taking the stage and turn away from him. You grab Veronica’s wrist to get her attention and you tilt your head towards the door.

“We’re going back inside now, nice to meet you!” Veronica says to Tall. You drag her away from them before they can say anything else. As you go through the door you look back at the bank, but you can’t see anything anymore. 

“Let’s leave after this band!” You shout into Veronica’s ear. 

“I wanted to see that guy’s band! He said they’re third!” She shouts back

“They’re gonna try to talk to us more!” You give her a pout that you hope conveys how you would rather eat glass than be stuck ignoring the shorter guy again. She rolls her eyes and you know you got through to her.

In the taxi home you call Corey. It goes to voicemail.

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“Hey! Show was lame, we left after two bands. It is… 10:33 right now. If you get this before 11:30 you should come over. If not, I’ll talk to you tomorrow…Okay. Bye.”

He gets your message at a gas station. After what he saw, he planned to ride all night, but he forgot to fuel up after work. He was tempted to keep going until he ran out, allowing himself to be stranded somewhere. But he knew the havoc that would wreak on his engine so, with some reluctance, he pulled into a station.

Who the fuck was that guy? When you’re out with Veronica is that what you do? Talk to guys? He’s watched you go home alone several times, followed your cab to make sure you were okay. But he’s never seen inside any of the places that you go, the bar windows are always blacked out or too foggy to see through. He feels stupid, gullible, impotent. The thought of going back to the bar and fucking that guy up crosses his mind. 

He flexes his hands, trying not to remember how it feels to knock out a tooth or crack a cheekbone. Doing his best to push away the images in his head of skin splitting, blood pouring. Yet even as he seethes, glowing green with envy, he’d rather lose you to some asshole than to his own destructive nature. He could never forgive himself if you got caught up in his bullshit like that. Like she did, he tries not to think.

He wants to ignore you. To act like he didn’t get the voicemail until the morning. But as he waits to turn out of the parking lot, he thinks about your voice. Didn’t you sound warm when you said “you should come over”? Didn’t you pause a long time before you said goodbye, like there was something else you wanted to add? With a sigh he turns out of the lot and rides toward your apartment.

When he gets there he bangs on the door. He doesn’t mean to knock so hard, but he’s so wound up. He practically falls inside when it swings open.

“Corey!” You exclaim in surprise. He brushes past you and paces around the living room. You stand there watching him for a moment. Then you take a step to interfere with the path of his pacing, cutting him off between the coffee table and the couch. “Hey! What’s going on?”

He turns and goes back the other way. “The show was lame, huh?” He says in a gruff voice. 

“Yeah. I mean, the hometown boys were good, they always are. But I didn’t wanna stick around for the touring acts. Are you okay? What’s going on?” You follow him around the living room with your gaze. When he gets close to you, you step in front of him again. “Corey?”

He starts to turn away from you, then stops. He hovers, hesitating, stuck between walking away and turning back to face you. Wanting to ask but not wanting to know. Afraid to out himself as following you.

“What are we?” He finally asks, looking at you in his peripheral vision. You try to put your hand on his face but he flinches away, finally deciding to turn and resume pacing. 

“I don’t know,” you say quietly.

“Am I your boyfriend?” He asks, facing away from you.

“I… Do you want to be?”

A dark chuckle bubbles from his lips. “Are you talking to anyone else?”

“Not at all!”

“What about tonight?” Fuck it, he thinks. Might as well.

“Tonight?” You sound genuinely confused. Then you remember. “Oh… I thought I saw you! Across the street at the bank! What were you doing over there?”

“I wanted to surprise you.” He comes up with the lie as it leaves his mouth, chickening out of confessing at the last second. “To come to a show, finally join you on a night out. But then I saw you talking to that guy…”

You laugh out loud. It feels worse than if you’d slapped him in the face. He spins around to face you, angry and wounded. He opens his mouth to speak again but you cut him off.

“Corey, I was doing my best to get away from that guy. Veronica was flirting with his friend. They thought they could have one each, but I barely said a word to him. I made Veronica fucking leave early because I knew he was gonna try to talk to me again, and I didn’t even wanna have to let him down easy. I just wanted to see you.” You come to him and put a hand on his chest. He lets you touch him this time, but he still doesn’t look you in the eye. He wants to believe you so bad.

“How do I know?”

“I offered to keep the shampoo you like in my shower, Corey. You sleep in my bed like, three nights a week.” He finally looks at you. Your face holds a mix of emotions he can’t quiet parse. Pleading and amusement and… understanding? “I know that maybe doesn’t help. I lived with someone who was unfaithful. His shower was full of my shit. But I promise you, there isn’t anyone else. I only want you.”

He takes your face in his hands. “Tell me again.”

“I only want you, Corey. Just you.” 

Your face still sandwiched between his palms, he pulls you in to kiss you. He doesn’t understand how he’s feeling. He’s a bow, fully drawn, straining to let go and make the shot. He shakes from the adrenaline he has no use for.

“Am I your boyfriend?” He asks again. The sound of his own voice surprises him. He sounds needy, almost like he’s begging. It’s embarrassing but it’s honest. He is needy. He needs to hear you say it. Twice isn’t enough. “Am I yours?”

“You’re mine. You’re mine and I’m yours.”

Without thinking, he takes your bottom lip between his teeth and bites you gently. Your hand on his chest turns into a fist, grasping his shirt, and you make a small humming sound. Your reaction spurs Corey on, and he kisses and nibbles you ravenously.

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You know it’s fucked up to enjoy Corey’s jealousy. You shouldn’t get any pleasure from someone else being upset, especially not the precious, volatile man you find yourself falling for. Can you even rightly say you care for someone if you find joy in emotions that bring them pain? And it doesn’t escape your notice that his jealousy is a huge red flag. He shouldn’t feel so possessive of you, least of all before you’d officially agreed to be exclusive. 

Still, it makes you swoon. It plays to your hard little cheated heart to be wanted so badly, wanted by someone you want too. Hearing him beg to be yours, you sense on some level it’s a demand as much as it’s a plea. It unlocks something inside you. It makes you feel wild. A heady combination of powerful and powerless. 

“What’s the hold up with Corey?” Veronica had asked. You didn’t have a satisfactory answer. Not for her and not really for yourself. You couldn’t put a name to the why . Some nebulous insecurity, a fear of being the second choice again, something cowering that you wouldn’t admit to yourself that you harbored. It doesn’t matter anymore. When it comes out of your mouth it becomes true. You’re mine and I’m yours. No more apprehension. You’re ready.

When he bites your lip, it’s such a surprise, you grab his shirt and a little groan escapes. You instantly feel a hot rush of wetness as your clit starts to throb. His hands move from your face to your waist, squeezing you and pulling you in as he kisses you, more voracious than you’ve ever seen him. You’re more than happy to let him eat you alive. You kiss back eagerly, using your fist full of his shirt to hold him close, closer.

He takes a step forward, keeping you pressed against him, but pushing you. He backs you across the living room to the couch, never taking his lips off you for more than a second, moving from your mouth to your jaw to your throat. His teeth scrape you tenderly and he presses his tongue against you like he wants to taste your blood through your skin. You feel the bright sting of hickies forming.

The couch hits the ditches of your knees and takes your feet out from under you. You squeal as you fall and Corey chuckles against your collar bone, coming down with you, landing on his knees with one leg between yours. He pushes that thigh forward, shoving your dress up around your hips. You accept his invitation, grinding into him, hard. With his hands he drops the straps of your dress off yours shoulders and the bodice slides down to reveal your tits. 

He cups them, just like you imagined, squeezing the softness, brushing your nipples with his thumbs. His hands are so warm and your nipples are so sensitive, you could drown in the flood it causes. He moves his mouth from your throat blossoming red and purple, back to your lips. You moan into his kiss. One of your hands runs through his hair, raking his scalp with your nails. Your other pushes his shirt up and explores his chest and back, enjoying his skin and gripping him for leverage to assist your aggressive grinding. You feel his cock on your leg through his pants and try to position yourself so your thigh rubs against it. You know you’re successful by the way he whimpers your name.

Corey’s whining sends a new wave of arousal crashing over you. Both of your hands fly to the waistband of his jeans. You need him out of these pants, now . You yank them off his hips and his boner pops over the top, his boxers stuck to the head in the center of a giant wet spot. You try to wrap your fingers around his shaft but he catches your hand and pins it next to your head.

“Not yet,” he breathes in your ear, sending a pleasant shiver down your spine. Then he backs off completely, letting go of you and standing up. Your hands follow him, trying to bring him back, but he’s just out of your grasp. He hurriedly takes off his shoes, his jeans, then his flannel and t-shirt, leaving him in just his boxers. You drink in the sight of him, his broad shoulders flecked with freckles, his scars, the little patch of red hair between his pecs, his flushed face. God, he’s gorgeous, you think as your pussy clenches. 

He sinks to his knees. You sit up and slide forward on the couch, planting one foot on either side of him. He looks up at you, his brown eyes full of wonder. He takes the hem of your dress in his hands and you raise your arms over your head, allowing him to pull it off you. He presses his face to your chest, chin nestled between your breasts.

“I haven’t done this very many times,” he whispers hoarsely. 

You drop your head so your mouth is right next to his ear. “We can fix that,” you purr. He smiles against your skin before going back to devouring you, placing open mouth kisses on your face, your shoulders, your chest, your tits. You use your legs to keep him pinned to you and drag your nails up and down his back, leaving long red welts. His fingertips dig into your thighs. He mumbles something through his kisses. 

“What?” You ask, pushing him away just enough to be understood.

“Can I touch you?” He drags a finger along your inner thigh to show you what he means. His pupils are enormous. 

You nod enthusiastically. “Please.” You lift your hips off the couch and Corey peels your panties off you, dropping them to the floor. Your clit aches, you need him to touch you so badly. But you’re still not prepared for when he does. The dry spell has been long, and you’re not sure you’ve ever been with anyone you liked as much as you like Corey. He places his whole hand over your vulva. Just the sensation of his skin against yours makes you gasp and sigh. He spreads his fingers, spreading you apart with them, opening you up. The cold air hits your exposed wetness and makes you shiver. Then he slips a finger between your lips.

“Holy shit,” he groans, feeling the way you’re drenched for him. He slides his finger up and down, all the way from your hole to the top of your slit a few times before landing on your swollen clit. He rubs you with a skill that makes you suspicious of his claim to be inexperienced. “Is this good?” He asks, fingertip circling.

Is this good? You almost laugh at the question. As if the way you’re practically sobbing isn’t enough for him to know. “It’s so good,” you manage to squeak out. You’re getting close, breathing heavier and heavier as the pleasure builds up in the space behind your clit. 

You lean forward, pressing your forehead against his, both hands in his hair. You can’t help yourself, you pull it a little as you writhe against his hand, and he seems to like it. You pull harder, trying to confirm and distract yourself, delaying your orgasm just a little longer. But the sound he makes when you yank on his curls, guttural and whiny at the same time, does you in. You moan his name as you cum, head thrown back, thighs involuntarily clamping closed on his hand, whole body shaking. 

You keep his hand pinned for a few seconds after you cum. You look into each other’s eyes. Corey looks so awestruck you can’t help but giggle. The instant you let go of his hand he’s pushing you, guiding you to lay on your back as he climbs onto the couch, kissing you ferociously. Still in his precum soaked boxers, he lines himself up and rubs his cock against you through the fabric. It feels good but it frustrates you. You need to feel his skin, you need to feel him inside you. 

When he moves his lips away from yours to take a breath you put a hand on his chest, preventing him from leaning back down. “Fuck me, Corey,” you say. Your voice echoes his from earlier, that combination of begging and commanding. 

“Yeah?” He asks breathlessly.

You nod your head and reach down with the hand not on his chest to pull his boxers down. He leans back and lets you sit up so you can remove them more easily. You finally get your first glimpse of his cock. It’s just as pretty as the rest of him, pink and glistening, perfectly proportioned as if carved by an artist, gently curving back towards stomach. His reddish brown pubes are curly and luxuriously dense like the hair on his head. You let out a little sound of appreciation. You can see it get to him, embarrassing him at first, then giving him confidence. He smiles a cocky little smile.

He moves his hips so the head of his cock just brushes your sensitive labia before sliding between them. He rubs his length up and down on the outside. It feels incredible. The soft slickness of his shaft is glorious, but waiting is agonizing. Just as you're about to ask again, getting desperate, he slips it in. Both of you moan at the sensation. He pauses with just the tip inside, then sinks all the way into you. He’s the perfect size, stretching you just right, hitting the depth you love. Like you were made for each other. 

Corey thrusts slowly, looking down at you with his eyebrows pinched together. You can tell from his facial expression that he won’t last long, but the way he’s made to hit that spot, you know you won’t either. You let your hands wander his body before coming together, fingers laced behind his head. You pull him down to kiss you. Kissing makes him thrust faster and you wind your legs around him to keep him from slipping out in his haste.

“You feel so good, Corey,” You moan in his ear. He grunts and tries to reply but it comes out unintelligible. His pink face looks almost pained. He slows his pace back down, but he increases the force of each thrust, resting more of his weight on you. He’s not the biggest man in the world, but he’s so heavy. You feel like if he wanted to he could squish you like a bug. He pounds you into the couch. Oh, fuck. Your mind goes blank, no thoughts at all, just the sensation of him hammering, right there. It’s too good to resist. You cum again, grabbing his biceps on either side of you and digging your nails in, thrashing underneath him and crying out.

Then suddenly there’s nothing inside you, and with a whimper from Corey, you feel something hot and wet land on your stomach. He collapses on top of you, panting. You hold each other for a few minutes, bodies weak and tingling from how hard you came.

“Sorry I pulled out without warning you,” he groans. “I didn’t know what you’d be okay with and I didn’t have time to ask.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that you thought about that,” you tell him. It’s a small thing, just basic respect really, but something so lacking in other people you’ve been with that it touches you. “I’m on the pill though, so you can finish wherever you want. Next time.” Next time.  

He peels himself off of you. He does his best to clean you off with the take out napkins scattered on your coffee table, but it’s hopeless. You rinse off in the shower together, and for the first time the two of you sleep next to each other naked.

[darling2411]

I thought I did

18+ minors DNI

pairing: Damon Salvatore x reader 

summary: You forget that you asked Damon to come over today

warnings: masturbation (f and m), shitty ending

ⓘ Hope there are no typos but if there are, I’m sorry:))

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You laid on your bed. A few minutes ago you were doing school stuff.

Now your hand traveled down your body.

Slowly inching closer to their destination, eager to complete the task of getting yourself off.

It was normal right?

Everybody needed a little stress relief sometimes.

You pushed passed the waistband of your panties and your fingers made contact with your soft flesh. Sliding further down you gathered your wetness and spread it, rubbing your clit delicately.

Drawing circles around it your hips bucked up chasing the sweet release. A moan escaped your parted lips as you felt your slickness increasing, soaking your fingers.

While you were doing a perfect job at masturbating Damon, your best Friend, made his way to your front door. Not bothering to ring the doorbell he took out the backup key hidden in your plants and unlocked the door. Closing it he heard pants and whimpers coming from your room. Jumping to the wrong conclusion he ran over to your closed bedroom door.

You were still clueless that your best friend had entered your home and now stood in-front of you bedroom door, hearing you.

Damon wanted to open the door but when he heard you moaning he stopped dead in his tracks, eyes wide, mouth slack.

Were you getting yourself off ?

His imagination ran wild.

Imagines of your soaked fingers and dripping cunt flashed trough his mind, right before pictures of him on his knees in front of you, pleasuring you, followed.

Why was he thinking of you like that?

You were best friends, nothing more.

But it also had been some time since the last time he had been intimate with someone.

Hence why your sound made him react in this kind of way, imagines drowning his mind, dick hardening and longing flooding his vines.

Your fingers slid trough your wetness ,gathering it and spreading it to your clit.

Rubbing fast circles around your bud you felt your orgasm approaching.You’re hips bucked uncontrollably and your toes curled.

A silent scream left your lips when you tipped over the edge, a buzzing feeling flooding trough you.

You were slowly coming down from your orgasm it was the first but you intended to have at least one more today, you deserved it.

Panting and breathing hard you heard a groan coming from the direction of your door.

You turned your face to the door, shock written over your features and hand still on your cunt you saw Damon leaning against your door, hand on his groin palming his hard one trough his jeans.

You were frozen in place, your brain not able to comprehend the situation.

Damon, your best friend, was standing inside your room. Watching you get yourself off while palming his boner.

When your mind processed this information you eyes widened and your mouth opened in a loud squeak.

“ Damon! What the hell are you doing here?”

“You uhm”, his gaze was still latched onto you heating up your skin and making your pussy clench.” I- you, we… . Today is movie night. I thought you were still at work that’s why I used the spare key.”

“Oh fuck me, I wanted to cancel our plans. I thought I did.”

“If you insist.” He gave you a smirk.

“ what do you mean?”

“ well you said fuck me and I can do exactly that, [y/n]. “Of course this was the only thing he heard.

Who was this man standing in front of you, definitely not you best friend.

“ you want to do what?! We’re best friends…”

“ Yeah we are. And you cunt is glistening with arousal an my dick is leaking with pre cum. So we either both get ourselves of or help each other finish.”

You starred at him in shock. He couldn’t be serious.

This would change everything.

Or maybe he just saw this a stress relief .

Relief ,that’s what you were seeking and if he was the one who could bring you to feel this sweet blissful release you wouldn’t dare to say no.

“ Okay.”

“ Okay?” Damon asked slightly shocked not expecting you to say yes to his idea.

“Yeah we can do it. But not like you suggested. I will touch myself and you can touch yourself but no touching each other alright?”

“No head?”

“N-no.” You said not sure about your decision.

“But I can talk right?”

“You can talk as much as you want.”

The silence that filled your room was crushing, weird and filled with sexual tension.

Yes this situation was awkward as hell but it also turned you on to the maximum.

When Damon eventually begun to unzip his jeans and pulled down his boxers you eyes were focused on his every move.

His rock hard cock hit his abdomen, truthfully already leaking pre cum.

You traced the veins of his length with your eyes just as your tongue would.

“ Like what you see baby? Bet you wish you could suck my cock right know.”

Your mouth watered.

“I would have let you but you didn’t want this remember?”

You regretted that decision. You wanted to suck him off so bad. Instead you pulled your shirt over your head and started kneading your breasts and flicking your nipples. The sensation making you moan and Damon groan.

“ Oh fuck you’re beautiful. What I would do do suck on those breast of yours. Beautiful,fucking beautiful.“

Using his pre cum as lubricant Damon’s hand begun jacking him off. The movement of his hand changing between fast and slow, teasing himself.

Traveling form your breast your right hand made its way to your core. You let your fingers envelop your silky folds. Gasping when you dipped your index and middle fingers down to your entrance, pushing into the warmth of your arousal before spreading it up to your clit.

The movement not going unnoticed by Damon he let out a loud moan. His pumps faltering slightly.

His eyes never leaving you.

“ Spread those gorgeous legs for me baby. Want to see you, all of you.”

Ignoring the butterflies in your belly you opened your legs some more.

“ Such a pretty pussy. Would love to eat you out. I know you would taste amazing.” The thought alone made him move his hand faster.

“ Wish I could fuck you. Could make you feel so good.”

Your body jolted with pleasure, your hips grinding into the mattress while you rubbed your clit.

One finger pushed into you with force while your other hand still massaged your boobs.

Moaning you moved your fingers faster and faster until your body trembled and you were about to tip over the edge when Damon said.

“Don’t you dare come without me. I’m almost fucking there.”

Thrusting into his hand Damon sped up his movement letting out a pornographic moan.

“Almost there” he groaned.

Rubbing your clit faster you couldn’t hold it any longer. “ Damon I’m gonna cum. Oh god I’m gonna-“ and with a loud moan of his name you reached your high and fell over the edge.

Groaning out your name Damon released all over his hand a bits even hit his stomach. Panting you laid on your bed while Damon still leaned against your door, apparently he slide down, because he now was in a sitting position.

After some time when you both begun breathing normally again you wanted to get up and get something to clean you up when Damon came over to your and said “let me do this.”

He pushed you back on the bed and laid between your legs.

“ let’s find out if your tastes just as sweet as I imagine.”were the last words heard before the room was filled with whimpers and moans.

[mythicalshipping]

*deep breath* 

Y’ALL.

Okay, so I’d seen the cuddling videos and wasn’t really sure what to expect with this one...

...excuse me, their WHAT now?

This feels like a fic prompt. Like the writers just...browsed Rhink Tumblr for an idea that Wouldn’t Go Too Far. 

Rhett was just demonstrating, but Link couldn’t help himself and was like “ME FIRST!” 

Dude, you’re not covering your a** at all with this, but nice try. 

WHY DOES LINK HAVE THIS DREAMY-EYED ~*MY HEART STOPS WHEN HE SAYS MY NAME~* LOOK IN HIS EYES LIKE??!? WE ARE BARELY INTO THE EP.

Is Link like, unable to hug people (or maybe just Rhett?) with his eyes open? If so, that is so adorable and I can’t deal with it, excuse me while I walk into the sea. 

Not Link’s hand pressing and Rhett’s chin pressing fOr ScIeNcE.

LINK’S ~*FACE~* IS JUST PURE BLISS (and I’m sure he wasn’t low-key thinking that if Rhett just tilted his head down a lil’ further, it’d be a forehead kiss). 

LINK LOCKING HIS HANDS LIKE THIS LIKE IT WAS THE 1800S AND HE WAS WONDERING WHEN RHETT WOULD RETURN FROM THE WAR.

Link couldn’t let go. ;-; PLS. HALP.

DAYUM just calling Link out; I wouldn’t have noticed, but now I cannot unthink about the locked hands ;-;

Link patted Noah because only Rhett has a key to his lock... ;-;

Charles Lincoln “Who’s jealous? I’m not jealous” Neal III

...

I watched this clip back and it DEFINITELY wasn’t...am I alone in this? 

Either way...someone is jelllyyyyyyy.

Maybe Link just wanted an excuse to talk about his Rick Rubin dream...science is still out on what exactly dreams meme but THIS is kinda telling, just sayin’... ;) 

RHETT’S FACE AFTERWARD, BY THE WAY

Not the mirrored stances ;-;

Link’s facial expressions through this entire episode look positively o*gasmic whenever he’s hugging Rhett. 

CHASE’S LIL FACE IS SO FREAKING ADORABLE HERE (and hey, I’d ship this ;) )

“You want to envelope me?” ;-; (And also, fun fact, if you are shorter than your partner, and they wanna be little spoon, just shift so that your head is resting slightly above theirs and wrap an arm around their waist). 

THIS IS SO TENDER I JUST ;-; And Rhett’s face is pressed up right against Link’s nealples. 

“DON’T WORRY” SHUT UP I AM CRYING ;-;

*UGLY SOBBING* OH MY FREAKING GOD

...Uh, okay...not where I was expecting this ep. to go but...

Stevie giving 11/10 commentary, and also can I just point out RHETT’S. FACE.

JEALOUSY, TURNING SAINTS INTO THE SEA

SWIMMING THROUGH SICK LULLABIES, CHOKING ON YOUR ALIBIS 

Yeah, real coherent response there Rhett. 

Rhett suggesting they just *actually* make out. As if he could handle the FEELS. I wish someone would have called his bluff. XD

Rhett is the Princess of Genovia, I don’t make the rules. (peach-worthy and I were totally on the same page with this one ;) ). 

So...what exactly do you want to feel from these hugs, Rhett?

HE JUST SAYS IT. WE’RE ALL THINKING IT AND HE JUST GOES AND SAYS IT. 

Rhett low-key panicking.

:O WAIT

...You...YOU’RE GOING TO DEMONSTRATE THIS?!?!?

This screencap is unedited. Noah is all of us. (And okay okay, so they didn’t REALLY kiss obviously, but a girl can dream right?)

And so, it’s time for Stevie to reveal if leaning to the left when you hug someone is more romantic or platonic. And Link is just like “I’m just gonna put in a Superman pose and pretend that everything here is for science.” 

Link is fidgeting SO MUCH here.

Finally, a man of truth. ;) 

But is his guess correct?

Rhett and Link standing there just re-evaluating their entire lives.

CLEARLY THE SCIENE IS WRONG.

Rhett grasping onto this for dear life. 

Stevie...that is fanfic writing ma’am. 

Oh no. WhatEVER will they do? ;) 

He’s not wrong, but it’ll come back to haunt him a bit later. ;) 

Jessie is such a real one <3

Rhett beckoning Link for them to try the five second hug before pedaling tf BACK, in fear that he seems too eager. 

...for what? In case it goes on too long? XD

Link fighting the urge to lock his hands ;-;

Link truly is unable to hug Rhett without looking entirely blissful. Rhett patting Link’s back and counting out the pats to take away some of his own worry, but Link, even still, looks happy anyway. 

Noah is all of us looking on. 

NOT LINK ON HIS TIPPY TOES ;-; 

Link Neal and his PROJECTION.

...you guys good there? lol

LINK SHUT UP THAT IS SO SWEET I CANNOT. ;-;

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE.* SURE RHETT.

RHETT YOU CANT JUST SAY THAT AFTERWARDS. ;-;

Not this mirroring...

YEAH WE’LL DO THE 10 SECOND HUG. BUT UH, OBVIOUSLY, FOR SCIENCE, AND IT IS GONNA BE JUST *TERRIBLE*, SO LESS SPICE IT UP WITH OUR OWN FANFIC?!?! HELLO?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?! (Omfg my stream of consciousness screenshotting self named this “you mean like your mission trip?” D:)

I think I’ve read this fic before...

IM SCREAMING?!!?!?!? THIS CANON DIVERGENCE?!?! RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?!?!

OH GOD AND LINK TOOK THIS SO SERIOUSLY. NOT ONLY DID HE UNDERSTAND THE ASSIGNMENT, HE WENT FOR THE EXTRA CREDIT. OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOD. Noah’s face once again being all of ours. 

*UGLY SOBBING* LINK PLS.

RHETT AND NOW YOU SAY THIS?!? LINK AT LEAST TRIED TO “DEFEND” Y’ALL, WITH THE MENTION OF “THE CONVERSATION” HELPING. 

STEVIE HAS BEEN TRYING TO MAKE SOMETHING LIKE THIS HAPPEN SINCE DAY 1, I GUARANTEE IT. 

This is their suggestion and I JUST...pls I need (another?) Mythical OT4 beach ep. 

Link just SINKING into the hug. 

...WTF auto-generated closed captions?

THE EFFING NUZZLE I IRL SQUEAKED!!!!

Me trying to recover from this ep. 

Idk what part of the ep this was in, but I need a GMM London trip because of reasons. 

[sevikasmainwhore]

I love your sevika HC’s so much😭 but I’m not here for that,

Would the woman of arcane be good parents, what would their favorite thing to do with their kid be? (Optional, would they want more kids?)

this made me laugh. thank you my love 💖💖

Raising a Family with Arcane Women

❤️ Vi would doubt her skills as a mother. She’d think that maybe she isn’t doing anything right. Of course you’d reassure her and remind her of how far she came. Your both raising a beautiful girl and Vi is doing everything that she promised she would. Anyone was gonna make a mistake when it came to being a parent. In reality Vi was doing better than you from the looks of it. One thing you’d always find both of them doing is exploring the backyard. It was like small little adventures they’d both go on and they’d come back with whatever they found in the woods. It was almost like raising two kids. Most of Vi childhood was snatched from her so you never complained about things like this. Vi thought about it herself but never brought it up to you about having another kid. One was enough and she also didn’t want you to go through any of that again.

💙 Caitlyn was confident in her skills as a mother. But not overly confident. She was confused most of the time because it was hard raising a boy. She’d ask her father to watch after him from time and that helped a lot. He was the first person to go to whenever she needed a question answered. She went to her mother to and she was a big help. Whenever Caitlyn and her son spent time together, Caitlyn always told him about what she saw on patrol but make them appealing to him. Like fairytales. His eyes would absolutely light up and Caitlyn loved it. You all sat up one night in Caitlyn and Your shared bedroom, and Caitlyn told the story of how she stopped a robbery with a fiery magic sword and your son had a look of absolute bliss and amazement in his eyes. Moments like that really were worth living for. You brought up the idea of having another one and Caitlyn was really hesitant about it because she was fine with just one, but if it’s what you wanted then so be it.

💛 Mel wasn’t confident in her skills as her mother, but she knew she wanted to be better than her mother and that’s what kept her going. Going in the wrong direction though because your daughter is spoiled rotten. You’d pull Mel to the side and tell her she would have to put her foot down and tell her No. Mel knew this and it would work for maybe a day or too. You two had made a deal that you’d be the one to put the foot down. When you couldn’t spend time with them, they’d be out on the balcony painting or coloring. Of course it would hurt that you couldn’t be out there with them but your sadness was quickly washed away whenever they’d come in and show you the final product. Mel with a sly smile and y’all’s daughter a huge smile on her pretty face. Mel actually wanted another child, she wanted to build a family with you, just something that she’d always wanted. To finally feel like someone wants her.

🧡 Grayson had doubts of being a mother because of her age. That didn’t stop her from being a mother though, but it was always a thought that was in the back of her mind. You noticed something off about Grayson one night and you asked her about it. She spilled everything to you. You wanted to cry just hearing that thought like that. Grayson was an amazing mother even better than you. There would be times when your son can to you with sparkles in his eyes to tell you something about what mama Grayson did for him and it made your heart swell. At that you knew that Grayson just let something get the best of her because she was doing everything she said she would and more. Something that you loved watching was whenever they played Cops ‘n’ Robbers and Grayson would be the Robber playing pretend and her son would be the cop, chasing after Grayson with a toy gun. Sometimes they’d let you in and you’ll be the “Damsel in Distress” and it’ll just be one big family game. It was moments like that when Grayson wouldn’t trade anything in the world for. You thought about having another kid but Grayson immediately declined. Just one was enough stress and Grayson couldn’t handle that. On top of being an enforcer too? Yea she’d pass. The thought has played in her mind though.

🤎Ambessa was overly confident in her skills as a mother, she thought she could do no wrong and you didn’t like this. You brought it up to her one night and it like a while other side of her came out. She knew she wasn’t the best mother but she was scared she was gonna mess up again and she didn’t want that. After that it was like things changed. Ambessa was slow with raising y’all’s daughter. Never rushing into things and you’d both just spend a lot of evenings together as a family. Something you’d catch them doing was shit talking with one of Ambessas guards. You didn’t know if it was a binding thing or not but it seemed to bring them joy and were okay with that. Of course they’d always come back and tell you all the tea. Ambessa actually did want another child, only one child though. You thought about it because having another child with Ambessa sounded fun you just didn’t want to go through any of that again.

💜 Sevika was all over the place. One minute she loves being a mother the next she’s crying with her head in your lap about how she’s messing up. Moments like those you could see that being a mother was taking a toll on her. When this did happen you’d run your fingers through her hair and whisper about how she didn’t need to be a perfect mother. She was doing everything she promised she’d do and that was everything to you. After that Sevika would be her regular self but with a little pep in her step. You’d laugh at her. One thing they did often was play cards. You figured it was because he watched her play cards growing up and just caught on. For his age he was really good at. You’d hear a loud groan and see your son running up to you with a huge smile on his face telling you about his winnings while a mopey Sevika followed behind him. You would congratulate him and let him pick out anything he wanted in the shops of Zaun or Piltover. Sevika would be the one to pay though. Sevika wonders what it would be like to have another child. Would she feel like this still? Would everything be different? How would you react?

💟 Renata was an amazing mother. It was like a switch that clicked in her mind and she just knew the do’s and don’t’s of motherhood. Of course she had her moments and when those happened you were right there beside her. Renata didn’t exactly have a good childhood so she did everything she could to make sure her daughter had everything she needed and wanted. Renata said “No” a lot but when it came to her daughter it was like “No” never existed. You tried to put your foot down because you didn’t want your daughter spoiled rotten and not listen and Renata was on with you because she understood where you were coming from. She, however, failed and ended up getting your daughter he own toy store. You just revoked both of their money privileges. They both enjoyed writing together. Renata would write small little fairytales her daughter could read whenever she wasn’t home or felt sad and her daughter would just write whatever was on her mind. They would exchange these and even read them to you. You pinned some of them around the house. Renata wondered what it would be like to have another child too. She didn’t say she wanted one or say she didn’t want another one. But it was always in the back of mind. What would be different, How would she react?