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hoshigray · 6 months ago

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𝐚. 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞: based on this ask; enjoy, kuna gremlins <333

⊹ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: deliquent! Sukuna x student body president + fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - modern setting; Sukuna and you are college seniors - fingering (f! receiving) - degradation (dumbass, slut, whore) - oral (m! receiving) - face + throat fucking - anal (f! receiving) - backshots + missionary positions - impact play (spanking) - clitoral play (swiping and pinching) - implied multiple orgasms - pet names (brat, doll, good girl, pet, princess) - Sukuna [NOT] being helpful :33 - mention of spit/drool.

⊹ 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 2.4k

You were typing away on your laptop with the most irritable expression, eyebrows trenched together, and your vexed exhale. And you throw your head back with a groan. “Ughhh, I’m so tired…”

“You’ve been saying that for the past three hours.”

“And you’ve been sitting on my bed for just as long, so get out!”

Toying you was Sukuna’s favorite pastime; nothing gives him more satisfaction than making you irritated with him. It’s why he’s bothering you in your apartment, to your most enormous dismay.

Dealing with Sukuna's irritating, taxing, and bothersome nature was never something you had the time or patience for. Today, in particular, you felt the weight of his presence as you sighed heavily and turned back to your laptop, trying to ignore him.

Like the menace he is, Sukuna’s ego thrives on getting on your nerves. Ergo, he surprised you by showing up in front of your apartment door unannounced and waltzing inside uninvited, already adding more pressure onto your Saturday afternoon meant to deal with assignments and student body work of your own.

Now, you’re sharing the comfort of your home with the unrivaled arrogant fuck in your life! And he shows no interest in leaving—of course, he wouldn’t, fucking bastard—making himself at home and invading your personal space like boundaries be damned. So here he is, lying on his side on your puffy, comfortable bed, scrolling through his phone while periodically sneaking glances at you as the president was answering emails and inputting information into spreadsheets.

As the hours passed, your exasperation became more and more apparent; the work seemed neverending, your brain one email and class discussion away from shutting down and fainting to your carpet. And that’s something you don’t want to happen with company around—especially him in your bedroom. God, can this day get any worse? You groaned into your hands as if shielding yourself from the workload would make it all disappear.

Maroon eyes flicker to your slouched frame once more with a lifted brow. For someone who’d be having fun lounging in your place as he sees fit, it doesn’t seem fun with you all stressed with something other than him. If he heard you sigh one more time, Sukuna might take that laptop and throw it out your balcony—which might be hilarious to see your reaction, yet today wasn’t a day he’d like to know if you’d skin him alive, at least not today. You were stressed, and seeing you stressed made him stressed, too.

And then—click!—like a flipped switch, an idea pops inside his mind, and a grin forms as he lifts himself off your memory from the pillow. Black socks meet your carpet, stealthy steps stride him closer and closer to your distrait atmosphere, and you squeak when his cold hands touch the exposed shoulders of your ribbed tank top.

You relax in seconds, but the annoyance slips into your tone. “Cut it out, Ryōmen; can’t you see I’m busy?”

“Busy enough that you forgot about your guest?” He scoffs while you click your tongue. “You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit, and you being here doesn’t make it any easier.”

“Mmm,” your remark doesn’t faze him, putting his chin atop your head. “Is all this due by today?”

You’re too drained to bother whacking him off you, so you settle with another exhale. “Not all, but I still got a good chunk I want to get over and not deal with tomorrow and Monday.”

Another hum, his fingers taunting your skin with rubbed circles. “Want me to help?”

Finally, you move your head to look up at him. Confused, you ask, “How in the world would you help me with this stuff?”

“Not with that shit, fuck that,” you figured as much; your hopes weren’t even up to begin with. “I’m talkin’ helping you. You seem tense, and I could help ease you up a bit.”

You weren’t buying it, a furrowed brow rises. “You? Easing my stress?” You scoffed when he shrugged. “Oh fuck off, what could you possibly do to help? Don’t act like you’re worried about my well-being.”

“Who said I was worried? Don’t put words in my mouth.” You suck your teeth and remove your gaze from him; however, Sukuna brings you back to him with a pull to the chin. “And I can think of many ways to help you, prez. Just sit back, relax, and break from the stress.”

“You are one of the–if not THE main thing–stressing me out,” you retort with eyes that don’t budge. “So I don’t see why I should listen to you, all offense.” His fingers glide across your skin to cup and squeeze your cheeks, and–you can’t lie–it made you hitch your breath.

“Because you know I’m not one to make offers like this,” his crimson eyes were boring into yours, and you had to gulp. “Besides, I’m bored as hell watching you work away on your work and—“

“Blame yourself; you’re the one inviting yourself to places without per—“

“AND,” he emphasizes; he hates when you interrupt him. “If I were you, I’d outta reconsider as I’m not one to repeat favors. So, what’s it gonna be: go back and stress yourself to death or have some fun with me for a bit?”

His words replay briefly, chewing the inside of your cheek as your conscience teeters and totters on which decision to make. You’re not stupid; you know he has something up his sleeve because it’s not like him to do things all semi-nice without a catch. You could never leave your guard down with him; he is a dangerous and pretentious man.

Yet simultaneously, you don’t know how long you can sit at your desk and CC another email before you have a mental breakdown. Perhaps you could use a break or two; it’s not like much of the stuff was due today, and steamrolling your way through would cause more than good to your exhausted body.

“…Fine,” you finally swat his hands off you before standing out of your chair. “But don’t take long; I’ve got work to finish.”

However, it was those words that would have you backtracking because, unbeknownst to you, Sukuna already has plans of his own.

“—Khhh! Hahhh, shtop...! I’m sensit've down th—“

“I know that, dumbass. Why else would I be touching it?”

You were stripped of your bottoms that lay lifeless on the carpeted floor, your bare legs and lower regions displayed for Sukuna to see. Lying on your back, you squirm as he toys with your cunt that’s been aching for about a few minutes now, stuffing his middle and ring finger inside you to evoke your noisy self.

His digits stretch your entrance with every push, his fingertips leaving risky scrapes on your silky texture. The noises coming from down below were so raunchy to the ear, making you scrunch with every squelch of your come coating his ravaging fingers. Especially when the knuckle of his thumb would brush against your clitoris? How could you not cry at the feeling, even when he’s chasing you down to come a second time?

It’s embarrassing enough that this man has seen your body naked before. Yet, doing all these naughty things with him in your apartment — in your bedroom! — utterly changed the equation. Your legs jerk to close them, but that doesn’t halt Sukuna, who’s so focused on hearing you squeak at his touch no matter what.

“Mmmaah! ‘Ryo, stop it; I already cameee…!”

“Keh, you think one time is enough?” God, he’s such an asshole, snickering at you like this while pressing his forehead on yours. The tattoed man whispers, “You’ll cum however many times I want you cum, got that, princess? The hell did you think this was…”

You bastard…! You choke on a sob when the pace of his fingers increases, and the graze on your inner walls becomes frequent and keen. Your nerves are too sensitive from the climax prior as he didn’t let you properly rest, so you arch as the acute sensation becomes more and more unavoidable.

“Ohhhfuuckk, fuuck, ‘Ryo, please…” he licks and kisses your forehead at the mention of his last name. “God! I’m gonna cumm!”

“You better,” he chews on your cheek, his teeth making you gasp and twitch around his digits. “Make a real big mess for me, you slut.”

And don’t think it’s just his fingers you need to worry about.

“…What does this have to do with my stress?”

“Shit, got your mind off of work, didn’t it?” He sneers. “Now, shut up and suck me off.”

With a reluctant pout, you accept the tip of Sukuna’s cock inside your mouth, your tongue instantly going to work like it’s supposed to. Cheeks hollow and suck in every inch of him, the girth busying your mouth until it brushes your uvula, reminding yourself to breathe in a steady rhythm before you start choking and coughing up a storm.

You fail to see how a blowjob is meant to help you; it seems more like something to satisfy Sukuna rather than you. Honestly, that shouldn’t be surprising for the bastard to just put your working mindset on something other than actually working. Just thinking about it makes you pissed off a bit more. Whatever, you lick the crown of his glans, noticing the subtle buck of his thighs. I guess any kind of break is better than no break…

Sukuna places a hand on your head when you kiss from the underside down to his scrotum, licking and sucking the skin of his balls. “Mmfff, fuck, that’s good,” he kudos, throwing his head back at you and sucking one ball into your mouth. The feel of your tongue traveling around its skin felt euphoric. “Hahhh, Christ, doin’ so well, pet.”

You let go of his testicle, licking up back to his glans, and suck him in with a hum. Every inch of his length is swallowed till the hilt, reaching to the crevice of your throat and massaging the velvety walls. Once you begin to bob your head, that’s when you can feel yourself relax bit by bit, his ballsack kneaded by one hand as you move to and fro.

“There ya go, there ya go,” for some reason, his coaxes egg you on to keep going, especially with his hand squeezing your cheeks. “Keep going….Ahhh, shiiiit, hold on, hold on,” he stops you quickly, placing both his hands on your head; oh, here he goes. You brace yourself for him as he ruts into your face, his dick burrowing itself into your mouth and throat goes quicker, your saliva dripping down to his balls which smack onto your chin. “—Fffshiiit, yeahh, just like that; move that tongue just like that…Good girl.”

Unbelievable, you roll your eyes at his pleasure, yet your tongue continues to glide around the bottom of his shaft as your mouth is being used like a toy. At least now that he’s doing the work, you can allow your jaw to relax as your face is fucked till his pubes brush your nose.

“Enjoyin’ yourself, prez?” Your peer up with hooded eyes, and he chuckles. “Don’t thank me yet; we’re barely done here.”

And he meant every word of that.

“—Ahhhaa, ohJesusss, ‘Ryooo, shtooop!!”

“—Mmph! Not when you’re gripping on me like a whore, brat.”

With your back to him and butt propped up, Sukuna fucks your ass like no tomorrow. Pistoning his cock into your puckered hole so harshly and fast that you’re sure the wind is knocked right out of you with every movement. You’re forced to submit to him and accept his dominance like always, howling at the graze of his tip, poking your inner walls.

And it’s not like you can grip your sheets for support; the bastard has your wrists restrained with one hand behind your back, leaving you helpless to defend yourself. Drool escapes puffy lips and stains the bedsheets beneath you, and your mind is too far gone to think straight, too dizzy with what’s happening around you – or rather in you.

“Ohoooo, ohmyGo—Nmmm!!” Oh yeah, and there’s this fucker smacking your ass as he so pleases. The sting on your skin only furthers the growing daze. “It huuurtss..!”

“Aww, does it, princess?” Sukuna bends down to speak to your ear, and you clamp onto his length with how close he is. “It hurts, huh?” He patronizes you, acting like he cares as he grinds his pelvis to your buttcheeks. You whimper; the sensation of his dick writhing inside your rear channel makes your cunt compress onto nothing. Another smack to your ass causes you to jerk from the pain. “But you act like you’re feeling so good.”

“Mmmm! Wh..Who told you to speak for me—Eeeee!!” The snaps of his hips are too much; you feel as though you could break.

“No one tells me anything, pet,” his breath feels hot to your ear, like the tongue that licks your helix. “Don’t forget that…Haiishh…! So fucking tight…”

More pounds to your butt continue to rock you, shrieks and squeals flying out of your system as the pleasure from your anus is getting harder to avoid by the second. Along with the sporadic pace, Sukuna plunges into you balls deep, having his length churn your insides in ways you’d never thought to fathom. And when the jerk sneaks a hand down to swipe your clitoris, it’s all downhill from there.

“—Ohooo!! Hahaaa, ‘Kunaaa, stop, don’t tease—Tahhh!!” You plea, but your teeth clench at the pinch of your bud. It’s no use; you can’t fight it anymore. “Sukunaa…!”

When your orgasm hits you once more, your throat releases a scream past your judgment. Sukuna finally lets go of your wrists, and you immediately grip through the shocks coursing through your quivering figure. He hisses, his hips now going slower as you flutter on him. “Mhmm, yeah, let it all out,” he commands in purrs.

Your body calms down, trembles subsiding. However, you try to fight the shakes to stand on your knees. “‘Kuna, please, enough,” you remove his member from you. “I gotta…get back to wo—H-Hey!”

“Oh, no, you don’t.” You were flipped to your back, his hands spreading your legs for him to insert his shaft back inside you. You moan when he swipes your clit and sucks on your nipple. “Like I said, we’re not done yet. So be a doll and keep that mouth shut; not a single word about your work.”

Oh, fuck you Ryōmen Sukuna!! It would’ve been best if you had never given him the chance actually to help you. But there is no point regretting it now; no choice but to see it all through.

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bananayuyu · 2 months ago

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Cabin Fever [part 5]

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: fluff and smut

Word count: 10.3k

Summary: While your day in the sun had been fun, you might be regretting the consequences today. Hongjoong finally apologizes to Seonghwa, and in the darkness of the late evening you and Yunho have a revealing conversation.

Warnings: MDNI, smut, mxm (Hongjoong and Seonghwa), oral m receiving, reader faints, voyeurism, fingering

A/n: Part 5 is finally here! This all ended up being longer than expected, so I didn't have space to include Woo/Ari/San/Woo's girlfriend stuff. It will be in the next part! (this series is gonna be at least 7 parts now, lord help me) I hope you all enjoy! <3

Linked here is my masterlist where you can find the previous parts. Again let me know if you'd like to be added to the taglist! (it will be now seven parts in total if everything goes to plan)

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Your head was pounding as you tried to open your eyes.

"Y/n," you hear Yunho whisper, his voice sounding distant. But you feel a hand on your cheek, and it must be his. You groan in response, your whole body aching, the muscles of you back snagging on each other as you try to move.

"Are you awake?" he asks, his voice still soft. All you can do is groan in response, shoving your head further into your pillow. "Are you hurting?" He brushes that hand along your cheek gently, feeling the tension in your jaw.

"Mm-hmm," you mumble into your pillow.

"I'm so sorry baby," he says, voice still as soft as silk. "You can sleep more, it's only nine." He kisses your forehead, tucking your comforter up to your chin. "Do you need anything?"

"No," you mumble again, trying to shake your head even though you can't move it.

"Ok, I'll let you get some more rest," he says, turning to exit the room, stopping a final moment to look back and see if your furrowed eyebrows have relaxed at all.

And suddenly you wake again, the room hotter and brighter. You hear laughter that must be coming from the living room; your forehead feels sticky with sweat and your mouth feels dry. Again when you try to move sharp pains shoot through your back, and you audibly call out, the pain so bad that you can't help it.

It was bound to be a bad morning. Those mornings you dreaded, especially when you knew you were due for one. Your body was hurting, not just because of the sunburn yesterday, or the residual cramps from your period, or anything else. It was all of the above, every event of the last week adding up to complete exhaustion, and your nervous system would be on fire for the whole day. There was nothing you could do once it got to this point but rest, and just like every other morning like this, anger greeted you sharply.

You inhaled, pushing out the air in a deep sigh. There was no was out of this but through, nothing more to be done. No Tylenol, no heating pads, no massages would help. You just had to rest, even though you were here, even though you knew the big hike was scheduled for today.

You finally pull the covers off of you, brushing the hair stuck to your face out of the way. Pushing through the pain you sit yourself up as carefully as you can, using the strength of your arms to protect your back. Your low back still screams in pain as you travel up, not letting up until you've readjusted your sitting position. With a deep breath you try to center yourself, try to focus your mind anywhere else but the pain in your joins and muscles. This was going to be a long day, you knew that. You just hoped everyone would leave you be.

As you make your way out of the room to the kitchen you're intercepted by Seonghwa, a look of concern on his face at the way you're hobbling.

"Are you okay honey?" he asks, moving his hand to rest it on your back. But you swat it away gently, pushing it back down to his side.

"I'm fine," you whisper; it's taking everything in you not to snap at him right now, which you really don't want to do in the middle of a cabin full of your friends.

"It's that bad today?" he asks, eyes soft as he looks you over. You only say those pesky two words when you're really, really feeling bad, when you just want to be left alone. He can read it all over, the way you're hobbling because your body hurts, the sunburn across your cheeks and nose and forehead, the frustration behind your eyes. "I'll tell everyone to leave you alone today, okay? And so you know, Yeosang and Jongho have already left, and Wooyoung's girlfriend Sammie is here now. And I think everyone is planning on going on the hike except me and Hongjoong, but we'll leave you alone, I promise. I think they're all gonna leave soon."

You just nod at his words, a quick smile gracing your lips to indicate your thanks. You are thankful for the information, for how easily he reads you and knows what you need. You don't want to be nasty with him ever, given how much he does for you. But in this state it's hard for you to be decent to anyone, even the people you love the most, because the anger that greets you is so severe it taints your every thought.

Thankfully the kitchen is empty, so you busy yourself with making some tea and avoid making eye contact with anyone. You can hear Seonghwa talking in the living room but he's hushed, and you don't feel like straining your ears; you honestly already know what he's saying. You're so thankful for it, you feel like you might cry on the spot, while staring through the tea kettle as the water starts to boil. You hear murmurs of understanding, or what you hope is understanding, because you really don't think you could deal with being bothered by anyone's unkindness right now. You pour the boiling water gently, the tea bag floating up, and you try to reach for the honey on the second shelf of the cabinet above you. But your back fires its rebuttal, a sharp pain preventing your arm from reaching it. Suddenly there's a hand above yours, a large, slim hand that brushes over yours, and the shock of pain that goes through you at the contact makes you jump back and stumble right into Yunho.

"Fuck, sorry," you yelp, squirming away from him, your hand still buzzing with residual pangs of pain. Being touched when you feel this way, especially unexpectedly, is just so painful. It's like your body can't process anything, like your nerves are suddenly on the outside.

"No, I'm sorry," he says, fixing you with a look of pity at the way that you're cowering from him. It's involuntary; you don't even realize you're doing it. "I won't touch you again, I promise," he says, holding up his hands after he'd set down the honey on the counter.

You fix him with a look, your eyes hurting with the effort of focusing. You want to say, 'it's okay', you want to say so many things, but you can't help that you feel some sort of visceral fear of the man in front of you because of the pain he just inflicted. This had happened before, though not many times, and you wracked your memory for how you got over it then. Why couldn't you just run into his arms right now? How was it even possible that such a gentle touch could cause you such pain? He held your gaze too, arms still up in surrender, and you felt your chest squeeze.

Finally he relaxed a bit, his arms coming down to his sides. You hadn't moved to mix the honey into your tea so he does it for you, taking out the tea bag too, knowing you don't like your tea too strong. Gently he mixes it with a spoon, blowing on the top to help cool it down before setting down on the counter closer to where you're now frozen.

"Are you okay?" he asks quietly, now only a few feet away from you, his words falling down through the air from above.

"i'm fine," you respond, arms crossed and staring off into space.

"Do you think you'll faint today?" he asks.

"Probably," you mutter, shrugging your shoulders.

"Y/n," he sighs, wishing he could grab you.

"Please just leave me alone today," you sigh, covering your face with your hands.

"I know, I know," he replies, and faster than you expected he's left the kitchen, the room suddenly feeling colder without his presence.

You drop your hands and blink with wide eyes in his direction, watching his back as he mixes with everyone else in the living room. He sits himself down at the coffee table, tapping his hand nervously on the surface, listening intently to something Wooyoung is saying. And then his eyes catch on yours, and a wave a relief passes over you, so intense it might be the thing that makes you collapse. You snap your eyes away, finally grabbing your tea, taking a tiny sip to test the temperature. You wince at how hot it still is, pulling back to blow on it more. You can tell from the way everyone is talking that they're above to leave, and soon enough shoe laces are being tied and sunscreen is being applied. You feel yourself zoning out, the hot mug against your hands the only thing keeping you grounded, but you know where this is leading. Your body is exhausted, your chest feels funny, and your head is starting to fill with a fuzziness that's only getting stronger and stronger. You quickly set the mug on the counter again before crouching towards the ground, feeling the smooth tile against your palms, and then it's nothing.

"Y/n."

It's like the morning all over again, Yunho whispering your name. But this time you're even more exhausted. There's no way you're getting up from this position without help, unless you lay here for hours until your strength comes back. You groan, but it's more like a whimper, and a string of tears that must have built up in your eye suddenly fall down your cheek and on to the floor.

His hand comes to your cheek again, wiping away the tears. "I'm here." He says exactly what you've told him to say in these situations, and you just might die on the spot from how much it means to you. "I'm here too, honey," you hear Seonghwa say, somewhere above you. "But no one else, I told them all to leave. Well, Hongjoong is here, but he's in the living room. It's just us two in here with you."

You squeak in response, your brain not working at full capacity, but still able to register that you're safe and in the care of your two roommates. And at least your ability to touch another person without such severe pain is back, as it always is once you have your little fainting episodes. You really should have seen this coming given the way your body reacted to his touch earlier, because it's always a sign something bad's about to happen. But somehow you're still shocked every time that you end up on the ground, unconscious.

You reach your arm out feeling Yunho's bare knee, and grab onto it tightly, trying to fling yourself over in his direction but failing miserably.

"Woah, baby, careful." The words rush out of him, his head suddenly snapping up to meet Seonghwa's eyes, which have gone soft at the use of the pet name; and Yunho can't deny that he feels relief. He always did feel a sense of anxiety about Seonghwa's thoughts about him, and he sort of felt like he needed his approval, his confirmation that he was good enough for you. As quickly as his eyes moved up, they move back down to you, wrapping your arms into your chest and picking you up to cradle you in his lap. You both stay like that for a while, Yunho holding you like a baby while sat on the kitchen floor, Seonghwa standing nearby and watching your face intently for signs of how you were feeling. You were quiet for a while, once Yunho had grabbed you, but eventually your eyes blinked open and you squinted up, seeing the stubble lining the underside of Yunho's chin. You reached up and gently touched it with your pointer finger, giggling at the way he flinched away.

"She's awake," he sighs, looking down at you with watery eyes and a furrowed brow.

"What, was I out for a long time?" you ask, your voice quiet and scratchy.

"For you, yes," you hear Seonghwa say behind you, while Yunho nodded his head. You groan in response, shoving your face into Yunho's chest.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry," you mumble, holding onto Yunho's shoulders.

"Shh, it's okay," he coos in response, running the thumb of his hand holding your legs up and down.

"Please don't go on the hike," you whimper, your breaths becoming shorter, your body starting to shake a bit.

"Of course, I'm not leaving you," he responds, leaning down to kiss the top of your head. He's not going to even mention the fact that everyone else had already left, because he knows in this state you probably don't remember that Seonghwa told you that.

"Please Yuyu, please stay with me," you whimper again, like you didn't hear what he just said. More incoherent things are spilling out of you too, your grip on his shoulder tightening. Your brain has turned down the path it does when you come to after fainting, so freaked out and scared over what's happened that you leave this plane of existence. You're tumbling down a dark alleyway, one that must lead to hell, or something like that, and around every corner is a monster jumping out to attack you, leaving you more battered and bruised the further you go, your physical body slowly torn apart as you finally can't walk anymore and collapse in a puddle of your own blood.

It's very dark, the place you go to. And only these two really know the truth of it. You've never even told your own parents.

"Y/n, baby, I'm here and I'm not gonna let you go, I promise," Yunho says, hoping he's breaking through into your nightmare, at least a little. "I'm gonna move us to the couch, okay?"

You just brace yourself against him, as you feel him reposition his legs so he can stand in one fluid motion, carrying you over to the couch where he sits himself down and cradles you close once again. Seonghwa grabs a blanket and wraps it around you both, running a hand through your hair and peering down at your face. You almost look peaceful, except for the death grip on Yunho's shoulders.

"You're gonna be okay," Seonghwa says, brushing your hair off your neck and rubbing gently in the way he knows helps you feel better. It takes a few minutes, but finally you start to come back down to earth, your hands moving off Yunho's shoulders so you can snuggle into him more. You blink your eyes open again, slowly and deliberately this time, and though your body is wracked with exhaustion, you're able to see where you are and hear your normal thoughts again.

"I love you both, I don't know what I'd do without you," you say, choking up on the last words as tears form in your eyes again.

"Oh, sweetie, we love you too. I'm sorry you feel so bad today," Seonghwa responds, grabbing your hand and sqeezing it reassuringly.

"We'll just stay here on the couch today," Yunho says, sighing with relief. You sound like you're almost back to normal again which is what he waits for every time you come back from a spell.

And that you do, while Seonghwa and Hongjoong cook up some food for you, the four of you sitting in near silence as you eat and relax. It feels so nice to be cuddled up together, just peacefully eating, and even though you obviously are needing their care they still don't question you now, about how you're feeling. They still leave you be, and it allows you to just rest, which is what you really need. Eventually Yunho puts on your favorite show, the one he's been meaning to watch with you for forever, and you sit yourself up in his lap, wrapping his arms around your hips.

That's how you stay while Seonghwa and Hongjoong clean up the dishes, Seonghwa bringing you another cup of water and making you drink. As you sip he looks like he's thinking hard, and it seems clear he wants to say something.

"What is it?" you ask, cocking your head to the side.

"Well, I was just thinking we should probably go to the hospital when we get back to town, just to have you checked out," he says, sighing.

"Hwa-" you stop yourself, feeling the anger again. "I know, you're right. We will." You're short with him, even though you keep any fire from affecting your tone.

"I know you don't want to hear it, I'm sorry. I'm just worried about you, that was a long one. I'll shut up now," he says, smiling at you as he rose, walking his way back to the kitchen.

You and Yunho settle in, starting the next episode of your show, getting lost in it in just the way you had the first time you watched it.

"It's good, isn't it?" you ask him, smiling at just how quiet and concentrated he is.

"Yes, you were right," he sighs, making you laugh.

"I know it's a romance, but I knew you'd still like it," you respond, snuggling closer into him.

"You have good taste," he says, holding you close,

"I know," you say, and he chuckles. "I guess Seonghwa and Hongjoong didn't want to hang out with us," you add, making you both laugh.

"Yeah, I don't know where they went," Yunho responds. "Wait, what did that delivery guy bring them?" Yunho asks you, turning back to your show and feeing confused by the turn of events you'd both missed by talking. "I thought that was a pizza box?"

"Oh it was, but-"

You start to answer his question, but you're cut off by hearing conversation behind you, making you jump.

"Oh my god, that scared me," you laugh, relaxing momentarily before hearing it again. "Is that coming from the library?"

"I think so," Yunho responds, you both turning your attention that way, now realizing where your two friends have gone off to. You quickly grab the remote, pausing your show.

"Wait, bab-"

"Shh, I wanna hear," you say, placing a finger against Yunho's lips.

"You're so weird," he whispers, but he obliges, not making any more noise.

"No, no, I need to say it," you hear more clearly now, obviously Hongjoong's voice.

"Joongiee..."

It's quiet but unmistakably Seonghwa, making your eyes go wide. Not just the nickname, which you've never heard him or anyone use for Hongjoong before, but also the tone of his voice, the pleading nature of it.

"Oh my god," you whisper, turning to Yunho who's also looking surprised, you both fighting off a smile.

"Y/n, I-" Yunho starts, but your finger is on his lips again, silencing him.

***

Hongjoong had been different that morning; Seonghwa noticed it right away. He'd been a little different since the conversation you'd had with him two days prior, but this morning there was a noticeable change. It was in the way he held Seonghwa so tightly in the morning, the way he stared at him as they had their first cups of coffee. He was always intense with his staring, but this morning it was deep, it was piercing.

"What?" Seonghwa asked, the first words they spoke to each other that day. They both were early risers, strangely, given that they both often stayed up late too. They were always groggy first thing in the morning, needing caffeine to help their brains fully come awake. These mornings on the trip had been quiet, usually, especially given that everyone else was usually asleep and they didn't want to bother anyone. It had been peaceful having this quiet time together; almost domestic, in a way.

"Do you still want to go on the hike today?" Hongjoong asked. Everyone had planned to hike the trail that started at the falls today. It snaked up the side of the cliff, steep with several switchbacks, before ending up at the top, a clearing perfectly placed to look down across the forest and over the lake and cabin. The trail was actually much longer, continuing down into the mountain range behind the cliff, going on for almost ten miles before ending at a small trail head on the highway that ran through the back of the mountains. Occasionally people started from there, the view over the falls their end destination. None of you had ever gone that way, though it had been discussed occasionally that it would be a fun idea. You all walked from this side, which aside from the large vertical climb meant the hike was only about a mile and a half. Last year you had even been able to join and experience the cool air that rested up there, standing so close to the edge that Yunho pulled you back and wouldn't let go until you all headed back down again.

"It doesn't sound like you want to," Seonghwa replied, smiling at him.

"Well, I don't know," Hongjoong said, running a hand through his hair.

"Are you not feeling well?" Seonghwa asked, eyeing him. Now Hongjoong looked away, struggling to maintain the eye contact. He was always confident until his feelings were affected, and that look of concern he'd just received had his insides spinning.

"No no, it's not that," he replied, breathing deep to steady himself. "I was wondering if we could stay back, while everyone leaves, so I can talk to you. About something, um, important."

"That doesn't sound scary at all," Seonghwa responded, an unsure look on his face.

"It's not scary, I promise," Hongjoong sighed, finally looking back up and meeting Seonghwa's gaze with pleading eyes.

"I'm was kidding, Joongie. Of course we can stay." The use of the nickname makes Hongjoong's stomach spin even more, the one he only uses when they're alone, just the two of them. Seonghwa's hand comes over to grab Hongjoong's, squeezing it in that way he loves to do when he wants to reassure someone.

Your spell that morning had changed plans, ever so slightly, and when Hongjoong watched Yunho and Seonghwa sit with you in the kitchen, as those minutes drew on, he had so many feelings. As much as he worried that he wouldn't have the opportunity to talk to Hwa anymore, he couldn't stop watching him with awe while he took care of you, the way he so intently watched you as you jerked around in your unconscious state, his quiet and reassuring words to Yunho. His head spun with worry for you, when it seemed both Seonghwa and Yunho were surprised at how long it was lasting. When you finally woke, his heart was nearly pounding with adoration at Seonghwa's kind words to you, and almost every bit of hesitation crumbled away. He knew what he had to do now, what was right.

He was thankful that as they cleaned dishes after lunch, Seonghwa whispered to him, "let's go to the library." You and Yunho were so engrossed in what you were watching that they were pretty sure you didn't even notice them moving, quietly walking around the back of the couch and through the open door, closing it but leaving it slightly ajar to avoid making noise.

"I didn't feel like going outside, it's too hot today," Seonghwa starts, turning around and standing awkwardly in front of one of the bookcases.

"I agree," Hongjoong sighs, across from him, his hands held behind his back as he stares.

"What are you doing? Come here," Seonghwa holds out his hand, and Hongjoong takes it, hesitantly. "What's gotten into you?"

"What do you mean?" Hongjoong replies, but the words feel bad coming out of his mouth, because he knows he must be acting strange with everything flying trough his head the way it is.

"You seem, deep in thought," Seonghwa answers, grabbing his other hand now too.

"I'm very easy to read, huh?"

"Yeah," Seonghwa replies with a nod. "I can always tell when you're upset, or when you're happy. But I never know why."

"Cause I never tell you," Hongjoong responds. It's a statement, he's not asking anything, not looking for a response. Seonghwa can tell and keeps his mouth shut, their eyes locked together in an intense stare down.

"I'm going to stop being like that, or at least, I'm gonna try," Hongjoong continues, holding onto Seonghwa's hands tightly. "I- I need to tell you this. I don't know how you'll feel but, I need to tell you." His heart rate is rising, so strong that Seonghwa can feel it through his palms.

"You need to take a deep breath," Seonghwa says, breathing in and out slowly to try to calm his own nerves. Hongjoong does too, moving his hands to Seonghwa's hips, steading them both against the bookshelf behind.

"I had this conversation, with y/n, two days ago. After you know, I kind of fought with Yunho, that stupid morning, remember?" Seognhwa nodded his head, eyes still trained on Hongjoong's. "She said a lot of things that made me, uh, reconsider, I guess, how I've been dealing with things. She just... made me think a lot. And made me realize that I've been such an asshole to you."

"Hongjoong..." Seonghwa trials off, not even sure what to say in response to what he's just heard.

"I'm really avoidant, of my feelings, I'm really good at just pushing them aside and doing whatever I think I should. With a lot of my life I've been able to just deal with things that way. But you've always made me feel things that I couldn't push down, and god that's always scared me, so much. I was telling y/n, the other day, I- I had this experience with my dad, where we saw that magazine cover you did, your first major cover for that makeup line. Me and my dad, and my mom too, we saw it in a corner store by their old house, and my dad said such nasty things about all of you on that cover. I'm positive he had no idea it was you. It made me so sick, and I thought I was moving past his homophobic views and the affect it had on me, but his comments that day sent me right back to the person I was when I was a kid, that person who was afraid of him. I- I want you, so badly I want to be with you, I fucking love you, but you deserve so much more than me, you deserve to be with someone who's family will accept you and and treat you with the kindness you deserve, the kindness you give everyone around you every day. I- I'm not good enough for you, and I know that, I'm still so uncomfortable with my sexuality and so uncomfortable with myself and just- I- I still can't help selfishly wishing that you want to be with me too, because, fuck, no one makes me feel the way you do."

A silence hangs in the air as Seonghwa still stares, the beginning of tears forming in his eyes. Seeing it sends chills through Hongjoong, because as sensitive and caring as Hwa was, he was't often one to cry.

"I'm so sorry, about everything. I know I said last year that we'd talk again, we'd figure out what this thing was between us, but every time I sat down to text you or call you I couldn't do it. I was too afraid, too scared of what might happen if I really did start dating you. And that was so fucking stupid of me, listening to that fear. I fucked up, I know I did. I don't think I can express with words how much I regret it, Hwa, seriously..."

"Joongie, you don't need to say all that. You don't need to be so hard on yourself," Seonghwa replies, his heart aching at just how harsh Hongjoong was being to himself.

"No, no, I need to say it," Hongjoong replies, his hands moving up to Seonghwa's waist, grabbing him possessively.

"Joongie," Seonghwa whines, the pressure from his hands intoxicating. Hongjoong's lips are on his in a moment, gentle as they brush over his.

"I need you to understand that I know I've been an asshole," Hongjoong sighs through a ragged breath as he pulls back for a moment. "And that I know you've been nothing but patient with me, which is more than I deserve."

"You do deserve it, though. Stop saying that, stop being so mean to yourself," Seonghwa replies, pouting. They're kissing again, and it is so soft and so sweet, but filled with want, too.

"Wait, Joongie." Seonghwa puts his hand on Hongjoong's shoulder, pushing him back for a moment. "Are you sure you want to be with me? Is that what you're saying?"

"One hundred-thousand percent, I'm sure," Hongjoong replies, his eyes looking deep into Seonghwa's. "But I understand if you don't want to, after all this time, and everything that's happened. I still remember what you said that night at Ari's birthday, I know we were really drunk that night but I... I never forgot what you said."

Seonghwa sighs deeply, stricken back to that complicated, crazy night four years ago. I know you'll never actually date me, Hongjoong, but I can't stop dreaming that you'll change your mind one day. By the time you do I'll probably not even want you anymore. That was what he said, in the drunk haze he was in, Hongjoong kissing him and making him angry all over again, his frustration spilling out of his mouth, along with the shots he'd been taking. It was a mortifying, telling night, and he regretted what he'd said for months, knowing that even if it was how he truly felt, he could never understand what is was like to be Hongjoong and have parents so unaccepting.

"I'm a lot more mature now, than I was then," Seonghwa sighs, his hands resting gently on Hongjoong's shoulders.

"You were already mature, then," Hongjoong shakes his head. "And you were right, you know. You were always right. I'm- I hope this doesn't sound bad, but, I'm shocked you waited for me."

"Well I didn't, really," Seonghwa laughs, looking away bashfully.

"No, I know. I just mean, I'm surprised you're still giving me a chance now."

"I can't help it," Seonghwa replies. Hongjoong looks at him quizzically, waiting for more of an explanation. "No one makes me feel like you do, Joongie. I'm sure I would have still given you the chance even if you waited till we were in the nursing home together."

"You're too good for this world," Hongjoong replies, kissing Seonghwa deeply this time, his whole body tingling with just how perfect the man in front of him is making him feel. Now he feels stupid for being worried about this conversation, because of course he should have known Seonghwa would react this way. That moment at that party all those years ago was the only time he'd said anything like that; since then, for years they'd hooked up, and not an unkind word left his lips. It really, truly didn't seem fair to Hongjoong; he had a debt to pay, and he was determined to make things right going forward. He digs his hands into Seonghwa's waist further, his tongue sliding into Seonghwa's mouth and feeling the soft warmth of his tongue. He pulls back to suck on his lower lip, Seonghwa's sweet lip gloss making his full lips delectable. Hongjoong groans at the taste, making Seonghwa moan in response and involuntarily buck his hips into the air, his body alight with feelings of warmth and neediness.

"Fuck, you're so fucking pretty," Hongjoong says as he pulls back, looking at the man in front of him, his lips glistening and his long bangs falling into his face. They're both still wearing their pajamas; Seonghwa's are a dark blue matching set of shorts and a button up top, with light blue edging. Hongjoong runs his hands underneath the shirt, feeling Seonghwa's stomach and chest and the heat that's seeping through his skin. Already a noticeable tent is forming in his shorts, just from the few kisses and touches, the air electric between them as it always is. But now there's also an added layer of anticipation, because this wasn't planned and Seonghwa has no idea where this is headed.

"You always take care of everyone else, let me take care of you for once," Hongjoong says, reaching his hand down to feel over Seonghwa's hardening cock, moving in and kissing his neck slowly, sucking harshly on the delicate skin he finds.

"Joong, joongie, ahh," Seonghwa moans, his legs already feeling like jello. "Please don't mark me up, my photo shoot-"

"Shit, I forgot, sorry," Hongjoong says as he pulls his lips of his neck, licking a long stripe up the abused skin and chuckling at the adorable moan that left Seonghwa's lips when he did. "I wish I could leave marks all over you," he groans, kissing down Seonghwa's neck to his collar bone, his hand still rubbing Seonghwa over his shorts. They're both hard now, Seonghwa straining against Hongjoong's hand as the pressure builds deliciously. Finally Hongjoong reaches into his shorts, the skin to skin contact sending shivers of pleasure up Seonghwa's spine, making him moan pathetically. At this point Hongjoong is positive you and Yunho have heard, even with your show playing. But he can't find it in himself to care, because he needs to accomplish his goal, taking care of Seonghwa, and it's all he can think of. He spits into his hand some more, rubbing it up and down Seonghwa's shaft to finally start stroking him hard, starting slow but keeping the pressure tight. Seonghwa's a writhing mess in front of him, his eyes rolled into the back of his head as he feels nothing but Hongjoong's hand, his own hands anchoring him as they hold onto Hongjoong's shoulders.

"That feel good?" Joong asks him, making him whine and nod in response, his mouth now hanging open. "You're the most perfect thing to exist," Hongjoong continues, watching Seonghwa with adoration and amazement. It's in these moments he can't believe he's here, that this man in front of him likes this as much as he does. This beautiful creature, like someone out of his fantasies, placed on earth here in front of him to make all his dreams come true. He kisses Seonghwa's cheek, whispering 'you're so perfect' in his ear, before dropping to his knees and pulling down Seonghwa's shorts slowly. When he finally pulls Seonghwa's cock eye level with him he sees how hard it is, already leaking slightly from the tip. He reaches his mouth up and swipes his tongue over the bead of precum, making Seonghwa's hips jolt at the contact, his head fuzzy from the change in position. This isn't a position they're in often, Hongjoong servicing Seonghwa like this, and it makes Seonghwa's heart break to think Hongjoong is doing this cause he thinks he has to.

"Joongie, ahh, you don't have to," he whispers between moans, his hands trapped behind his back.

"No, I need this," Hongjoong replies, his tone gravelly and domineering, and suddenly it all makes sense to Seonghwa again. It's in this way that Hongjoong is forgiving himself, showing himself that he can put his pride aside and do something nice for Seonghwa. "I need you to cum down my throat," he says, his breathing picking up as he licks a long stripe up the bottom of Seonghwa's shaft, making him shutter with pleasure. He moves his lips to suck on the head, slowly working his hand up and down the shaft again, looking up to see Seonghwa's blissed out face, his jaw hanging open and his eyes squeezed shut. He continues sucking hard, his mouth pulling off with an audible pop, and then he licks up the entire length of his cock again before enveloping it fully in his mouth, reaching back to his throat and threatening to make him gag.

"Fuck, Joongie, it feels so good," Seonghwa whines above him, his eyes still closed as he focuses entirely on the feeling of Hongjoong's warm mouth around him. Hongjoong can only groan in response, his head moving in swift motions now as he works Seonghwa up, feeling his cock getting harder and harder with every stroke. Seonghwa's hands come to rest in his hair, gently pulling on the strands more in an act of love, than anything, but it drives Joong crazy to be finally in this position. He felt like he'd taken so much from the man above him, not just over the last year but over the entire time they'd known one another, and it felt so good to finally be repaying him. His jaw was cramping slightly and his breathing was feeling difficult, but it didn't matter in this moment as he looked up to see Seonghwa's face again, Seonghwa so obviously lost in everything that he was feeling. But there was a tenseness about his hips, about the way he was holding them back against the shelf behind him.

"Hwa, baby, please come in my mouth. Don't hold back," Hongjoong says, taking a break to catch his breath briefly, his hand still working Seonghwa's length. "Look at me," he says, Seonghwa's eyes finally opening and falling on Hongjoong's messy face and blown pupils. "Baby, stop holding back," he says again before diving in, pulling himself onto Seonghwa by his hips, this time going so deep that he actually gags.

"Ahh, fuck," Seonghwa moans, holding onto Hongjoong's hair now for dear life, his orgasm ready to wash over him any moment. It's Hongjoong who is being so harsh with himself, again, forcing himself to take it down his throat repeatedly for the sake of Seonghwa's pleasure. Seonghwa is almost holding him back by his hair now, not wanting him to get hurt. But he can't deny how hot it is to see Hongjoong like this, so desperate to please and to make up for everything. Despite the patience and kindness, Seonghwa had been pissed at him for years, at least a little. And Hongjoong just looked so perfect like this, his cock lost in his mouth and his hair messy from Seonghwa's hands, and suddenly it was all too much. Seonghwa's moans suddenly stutter as he comes down Hongjoong's throat, just as he'd asked, Hongjoong groaning at the feeling of his warm load filling his mouth. He works hard to swallow it all, sucking on Seonghwa's tip to finish the job and making Seonghwa gasp at the overstimulation.

"Thank you," Hongjoong says through ragged breaths, standing to kiss Seonghwa again and hold him close. Seonghwa whimpers into his mouth, still coming down from his high, his body electric with pleasure and feelings much deeper, too.

"You taste so good," Hongjoong mumbles in his ear, making him giggle in slight embarrassment, shoving his face in Hongjoong's shoulder. They stay locked together in their tight embrace for minutes, Seonghwa's breaths finally slowing to a more normal pace.

***

Sat on Yunho's lap, you can't deny how hot it is to overhear everything. Your body completely betrayed how you felt; your hips moving against Yunho's rhythmically, making him start to get hard himself. When Yunho finally snaked his hands into your shorts he found your cunt wet and open for him, two fingers slipping inside you with ease.

"Fuck, Yunho," you whispered, your hands coming to brace you against him, holding down on his arm in a way you didn't realize was restricting his movement.

"Is it too much?" he responds, the soft sound brushing past your ear and making you shiver.

"No just, go slow," you huff out, your head lolling against his shoulder as you relax into the feeling. Yunho does as you've asked, his fingers thrusting in and out of you slowly, gently, and giving the perfect amount of pressure to your aching cunt. You hadn't realized yourself how wet you were, how worked up you'd gotten. Gently you moved your hips in tandem with him, your breaths whiney and fast and making Yunho's head spin.

"You like listening to them too, not just watching," he says with a slight chuckle, and if it weren't for the fingers deep inside of you making your whole body slack with pleasure, you'd punch him in the shoulder.

"Yunhooo," you whine, his teasing building everything up even more. You can hear how wet you are now, the sounds coming from under the blanket making their way to your ears despite the layers of fabric in between. It's building, hearing Seonghwa's beautiful cries of pleasure, your mind racing with a million different ideas of what might be happening in that other room, and the way Yunho's palm is now rubbing against your clit while his fingers work you open is making your legs start to shake.

"Breathe baby," he reminds you, your body tensing up and forgetting to as your pleasure builds. He keeps his hand steady, knowing he's found the perfect spot from the way your body is reacting.

Suddenly you both hear something outside, something that sounds like comfortable conversation and Wooyoung's unmistakable laugh, and Yunho's hand pauses. You can feel he's about to pull his hand away, just in the millisecond your brain registers his muscles begin to twitch, and you reach out your own hand to grab his wrist and stop him from moving.

"Don't stop, please, I'm so close," you whisper, tipping your head back to make eye contact with him through the tips of your eyelashes. He just looks at you with so much adoration, starting up his rhythmic movements once again, adding even more pressure to your clit as he feels you rubbing against him. You keep your eye contact, both of you locked together in this unexpected moment of lust, and soon you're coming on his fingers, your legs shaking as your pussy throbs hard. Your own hand still hasn't left his wrist, and you use it to pull him away from you when it feels like too much, his hand snaking back up out of your shorts just in time for Wooyoung to pop his head through the back door, followed quickly by the woman who must be his new girlfriend.

You all make sudden eye contact, the look on your face one of embarrassment as you come down from your orgasm in the presence of company.

"What are you two up to?" Wooyoung laughs, making his way to his backpack on the floor.

"We, we're watching..." your words get lost in your throat when you look at the TV and see the show paused, which he can obviously see himself.

"Mmhm, sure," he responds, chuckling again.

"Woo, shut the fuck up!" you cry, laughing yourself at the embarrassment, and at the way Wooyoung has turned the tables on you. You liked it much better when you were the one making fun of him, not the other way around.

"Y/n, this is my girlfriend Sammie," Wooyoung says as he stands up, gesturing in her direction.

"Hi, it's nice to meet you," you say, trying to keep your giggles at bay. Thankfully she too finds the situation amusing, and laughs along with you.

"It's nice to meet you too. I hope you're feeling okay," she responds, her eyes kind as she looks in your direction, her whole being emanating a warm, caring energy. She's obviously older than the rest of you; she has that put together air about her, her clothes and glasses and haircut all crisp and sharp. But it isn't intimidating, and she doesn't seem cold. If anything, the put together nature of her is more comforting, like if anything went wrong she'd be able to help you.

"I'm a little better, I guess. I'm conscious," you chuckle, smiling. "Thank you for asking."

"Of course," she replies, nodding at you, smiling too. "You two are very cute together, by the way," she adds.

"Thank you," you smile, shyly turning your head away and snuggling into Yunho. His wet fingers are still resting on your stomach, underneath the blanket covering you both, and the reminder of what you'd just done makes you feel a little giddy. Just then the rest of the pack of hikers enters through the back door, and soon the cabin returns to the low hum of conversation that always accompanies the group of you together. Eventually Yunho sneaks off to clean his hand, coming back to carry you to bed after you'd finished your dinner, making you drink another tall glass of water to make sure you're hydrated. By then the sun is setting, the lights in the living room off as the group that's staying up enjoys a spooky movie, while you and Yunho retire for an early night, one you desperately need given your physical state today.

***

In the darkness of the night, your head tucked into a pillow and against Yunho's chest, Yunho surprises you by speaking.

"I have a question for you," he starts, voice low with sleepiness.

"Hmm?" you respond, snuggling closer to him, your mind fuzzy and about to surrender to sleep.

"Okay let me preface this by saying, I don't want you to think I'm making fun of you. I am genuinely curious about this," he says, and you groan in irritation, not wanting him to continue. "Baby, it's not mean, I swear. I just noticed that, well, you like watching or overhearing other people have sex, don't you?"

"Yunho," you sigh, pulling his arms tight against you despite your annoyance.

"I'm not- I don't mean to bring up our senior trip again, more just what I've observed on this trip," he says, holding you tight to try and reassure you. "You do like it, right?"

"Uh, obviously," you sigh, your cheeks warming with self consciousness. You know he knows that already, and you're not really sure why he's making you say it.

"Baby, that's really hot," he says, shocking you.

"It is?" you ask.

"Yes, it is."

"But, why?" you ask, squirming ever so slightly in his embrace.

"Cause it just is, baby. It's just hot that you, have certain sexual fantasies I guess, that aren't totally average," he replies. "I like that."

His words send waves of feeling through you, feelings that you can't really describe except to say that it feels like relief, or like a locked away box inside is finally open and free. Your head spins for a moment, thinking of your recent interactions with him, and you can't help but ask the question.

"Did you read my book, the morning before we left for this trip?" you ask, and all you feel in response is Yunho's chest rise and fall, as he takes in a breath and promptly lets it out. "You did! I knew it," you laugh, smiling into the pillow. "Well, what did you think?"

"I didn't get far, baby, I only read the introduction," he replies.

"Have you ever read any of my other books?" you venture.

"Yes?" he responds, a little surprised you're asking.

"Yunho!" you respond, mouth agape.

"You left that faerie book in my room last month, did you not want me to read it??" he asks.

"Wait, that's where it is?" you ask, having thought for the last few weeks that you'd lost it somehow on your way to work, or misplaced it so badly in your room that you were never going to find it.

"That wasn't on purpose?" he asks.

"No, on my god," you laugh, hands coming up to cover your face for a second. "You read it?"

"Um, yes, yes I did," he replies.

"The whole thing?" you ask, genuinely shocked.

"Yes, y/n, I thought you wanted me to," he sighs.

"Oh my god, that's funny," you chuckle. "Well, what did you think of that one?" you ask, tone full of amusement.

"You're into some freaky shit, girl," he replies, and you're laughing so loud that you're probably being heard in the living room.

"Maybe I am," you say, burying your face in your pillow. "I can't fucking believe you read it."

"Me neither," Yunho says, his cheeks pink with embarrassment now, too. "How did you even, discover that you liked that kind of thing?"

"Um, one of my friends in high school, she was reading this book about like an alien planet, it was this weird dystopian sort of world where humans had made contact with aliens and they'd keep humans as slaves sometimes, and anyway, it got very smutty. She would tell me about it in P.E. and said I should read it. I was pretty disgusted by the idea at first and didn't take her up the offer for a while, but when I finally did I ended up really liking it, honestly, as fucked up as it was. And from then on, well, I just look for stuff online that sounds like it'll be good. It's pretty easy to find if you know where to look."

"Wow," Yunho replies, eyes open in the dark room. "Who was it?"

"Huh?"

"I mean that girl, what friend of yours? We went to high school together, remember?"

"I omitted that information on purpose, dummy. She made me promise then that I'd never tell anyone about that book she showed me. I can't break that, even if it's been like ten years," you reply.

"I guess I'll just have to guess, then," he says. "Was it Ari?"

"No, of course not," you say, rolling your eyes. "Don't keep guessing, I mean it," you say, gently elbowing him in the ribs. In retaliation he starts tickling you, his hand snaking under your arm and hitting you where it's worst.

"Yunho, ah, stop!" you shriek, his large frame on top of you in seconds and pinning you down as you try to fight back, flailing your legs and arms with very little strength. It's not there today, after passing out this morning, and Yunho's realizes and immediately stops himself, remembering you're in a bad state and knowing he shouldn't be messing around with you like this.

"Sorry, I'll stop," he says before planting a kiss on your cheek, tucking himself up behind you again.

And just when your brain is getting fuzzy again, when you think you're about to finally fall asleep, he speaks again.

"How did you discover you like watching people fuck?" he asks. You laugh at how matter of fact it is.

"I- uh, well, it was several things, I guess," you start. "It's kind of- it's a long story," you say, sighing because his question has just sparked a memory that was so buried, and you weren't ready for how it made you feel to be playing in your mind again.

"I'm all ears," he says, adjusting himself to get even more comfortable.

"Yunho," you sigh.

"I'm just curious baby, I promise I won't judge you," he says.

"It's not that," you say, sucking in a breath.

"What is it, then?" he asks.

"I- I saw something at Ari's eighteenth birthday party," you say, the words stumbling a bit as they exit your mouth. You hope he'll catch your drift immediately, because for some reason saying this out loud feels so scary, and adrenaline is already coursing through you.

"What did you see?" he asks. His tone is quite neutral, so you can't tell if he has any inkling of what you're thinking, and it irks you. You're going to have to say it, and your heart races in your chest.

"I-I saw you- you and Mingi, uh, kissing," you say, the image playing clear as day in your head. Both of them are holding red solo cups, and the room is empty, except for the mess strewn about from the night's activities. The harsh light of Ari's friend's college dorm shines down as you're sat on the lumpy couch, screams coming from outside as everyone gathered to watch someone throw something off the roof. You couldn't be bothered to watch that, having slipped back inside, and thought for sure you'd be all alone until you spotted the two of them in the hallway, Mingi's back pressed to the wall as Yunho stared him down, their obviously drunk eyes meeting feverishly. And then Yunho leaned in, your stomach dropping in your gut as you watched their lips meet, as you watched Yunho grab Mingi's waist and pull himself forward, the solo cups dropping to the floor and long forgotten. You hadn't been able to get that image out of your head for months, it coming to you time and time again, in the dead of night when your hand was between your legs.

"Oh, you saw us?" Yunho asks. You don't really know what you were expecting in response, but his calm reaction is surprising you.

"Yeah," you reply, letting out the breath you were holding.

"And, you liked it?"

"Mmhm", you reply. "Did you guys, do, uh, other stuff that night?" you ask, hesitating a moment.

"You mean, did we have sex?" he clarifies. You nod. "Uh, yeah, I think so. Honestly we were both kind of drunk that night, which probably wasn't the best. But yeah, we've hooked up a few times, actually."

"Really?" you ask, and suddenly you remember another birthday of Ari's, the night when you had to escort a very drunk and very sad Seonghwa home, and when the two of you were walking down the dimly lit path that led from her apartment to the street, you saw through the window the silouette of what you swore looked like two tall men kissing.

"It's weird, I know," he says behind you.

"No, no, that's not what I mean. I just always thought you were straight," you say.

"I thought so too," he says, voice sounding small.

"Are you ashamed of it?"

"Maybe," he says.

"Yuyu, you shouldn't be."

"I know," he says.

You squeeze his arms close, tucking yourself into him again. "I've done stuff with a girl," you say, breaking the silence, hoping the admission makes him feel better about what he's just revealed.

"Who?" he asks.

"Do you remember my friend Elle? Yeah, a few times we did stuff," you answer, bringing to his mind the girl you spent so much time with the summer after high school, the two of you inseparable in a way that should have made your feelings obvious. But even to each other, they weren't.

"Oh, I should have guessed," he laughed.

"I know, we were fucking inseparable that summer. And she, well, I think she was very ashamed of it all. She didn't explicitly ask me never to tell anyone but please, don't tell anyone else. I don't think she would want anyone knowing, really. I mean, it's not like any of us are friends with her anymore, she doesn't even live here anymore. But you know what I mean."

"Of course, I won't tell anyone," he says, sighing in relief. Your admission has helped him feel a bit better about his own secret, and you can feel it in the way his body relaxes behind you.

"Do you want me to not tell anyone about you and Mingi?" you ask.

"Well, I think some of our friends kind of know, I mean if you saw us then probably some of them have. I don't- honestly- hmm, I don't think I care who knows. I don't think he does either. I mean, it's happened, it's not like we can really pretend like it hasn't," he says, his mind spinning as he thinks more deeply about him and Mingi than he has in a while. He thought about it a lot, after it first happened, but since then he'd sort of buried those thoughts because Mingi had never brought it up himself. Without another person prompting it, Yunho would probably never have given it much thought, and some part of him felt like that was really strange, and cowardly. "Is it weird that I don't really, think about it?" he asks you.

"No, I mean why should you have to? If neither of you are ashamed about it, and it's just some little thing that happened in the past, why should it have to be this big complicated thing? It's just like any other hookup from high school, or college," you say, and you feel him tense behind you again, slightly. "What, is there something else you haven't told me?"

"Well, it's not just some thing from high school. It's happened more times than just that," he says.

"How many times?" you ask, chuckling slightly. You can't help but feel excited by the information, even if he sounds hesitant to share.

"Oh, you're loving this aren't you," he jokes, gently pinching your side.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh. I just, I'm very curious," you say, biting back a laugh again.

"Curious, I'm sure that's what it is," he chuckles. "Well, uh, I don't know the exact number, I meant probably somewhere around, eleven, twelve times?"

"Really?" you ask, and you can't hide the way your thighs clench a bit.

"Wow, you like the idea of it that much?" he teases, moving a hand down to your thigh.

"Yunho," you grumble, his teasing making you feel a bit embarrassed of yourself again.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't tease so much," he says, hand still not leaving your thigh. "Like I said before, it's hot. Really hot." Your cheeks bloom in a genuine smile, that little box inside of you open, waves of light flowing out and making your whole body feel airy and warm. Being seen like this by him, these fantasies not only being accepted but being liked by him, has you feeling so connected to him and to yourself in a way that you've not often felt in life. The feeling emboldens you, and because the two of you haven't discussed any specific terms of your relationship yet, you want to put your thought out there in the open.

"You can keep hooking up with him, even if we're, together. As long as you're being safe, of course," you say.

"Do you want us to be open?" he asks.

"No, I don't think so. But he feels like an exception to me. I don't want to be in the way of you two..." you trail off, unsure how to word what you're trying to say.

"Do you want to watch us, is that it?" Yunho laughs, his instinct to tease you taking over again. He expects an immediate dismissal from you, but the groan you let out and the way your legs tremble just momentarily tells him everything he needs to know. "Looks like I'll have to ask Mingi a few questions," he chuckles, making your body tremble again.

"You- are you serious?" you respond, surprised.

"If I can make your wild fantasies come true, then I want to. I obviously can't make everything that happens in those little books of yours a reality, but this is something I could do. I mean, I know Mingi thinks you're hot, so I kind of bet he'll jump at the chance," Yunho says, his hand on your thigh squeezing you comfortingly. "And of course we're always safe, we both take that stuff seriously."

"You- ok first of all, how do you know Mingi feels that way? And second of all, you two can still hook up without me being there too, just so you know. Just to make this very clear," you respond.

"Me and Mingi have talked about it. Talked about you. A lot, honestly," he sighs, moving his hand around to the front of you again.

"So he did know already," you say, remembering the first night in the hot spring tub.

"What do you mean?" Yunho asks.

"The first night when we were all in the hot spring, he looked at me funny when I climbed onto your lap. I don't know if you noticed," you respond.

"Oh, yeah, well he knew about my feelings at least, so he probably was wondering if you were doing that cause you felt the same."

"I didn't even realize it then," you chuckle.

"It's very cute how oblivious you are sometimes," he says. "Though honestly I wasn't even sure myself if you liked me back."

"Has Mingi been, weird with you at all, because of us?" you ask.

"No, we haven't talked about it this trip, but I know he won't feel any type of way about it. I know he thinks you're attractive too, but we both always knew I felt a lot more for you than he did. And we're a lot closer than you two are, at least as far as I know," he chuckles, illicinting a nod from you. "He hasn't been weird at all, but seriously, I think he'd go for it if we presented the idea of you watching me and him."

"Really?" you ask, still not sure if you believe him.

"Yeah, I can talk to him about it, if you want. Or if you want to, that's fine."

"I- I think I want to, actually," you say, surprising you both. "I want to hear it from his mouth that he actually is attracted to me like that."

"I promise you I'm not lying," he says, holding you close.

"I know Yunho, it just feels a little hard to believe."

And with that final sentence you both finally yawn, your conversation coming to an end as the dark blanket of night falls over you both. It was another eventful day of your trip, another day your body angered you, but you couldn't help feeling a lot of excitement as you fell asleep, wondering what a conversation with Mingi might bring you.

#ateez yunho #ateez x reader #yunho smut #yunho x reader #ateez smut #ateez fanfic #ateez fic

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genshingorlsrevengeance · 10 months ago

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Welp, it's Nikke, so of course I'm gonna request Rapi, Anis & Neon who catch their S/O staring at their ass (not in battle, just during free time)

(GoV: NIKKE) Rapi, Anis, and Neon's S/O looking at their butt

NSF-W IMPLICATIONS (Obviously, though this is more humorous than lewd)

Of course this is literally the first ask I get for Nikke. ...Well, at least you had the politeness to not do so during combat.

A/N: Okay I genuinely forgot how NIKKE throws ass in your face first thing when you're playing, especially Rapi's.

Rapi detects S/O's IFF behind her while she is near the counter, organizing some paperwork.

At first, she smiles due to their presence-

-...Before quickly realizing S/O's heat signature seemed to be rising on their cheeks.

(Rapi) "S/O. I would kindly ask for you to keep your eyes above my waist."

(S/O) "S-Sorry! I was just...Um...It looks nice, at least!"

She can't help the blush that's currently making her core overheat as well.

Rapi immediately turns around and reprimands S/O by gently flicking them on the forehead, careful that her mechanical finger didn't actually harm them.

(Rapi) "Thank you, but do not stare when there's the risk of someone walking in."

Before they could get a word in, she shook her head.

(Rapi) "A-And, that is not an invitation to stare in private either!"

The single stutter was enough to tell S/O how flustered Rapi was.

Being complimented by someone she loved was usually enough for her systems to simulate the phenomenon of "butterflies in her stomach", but in this case it was definitely different.

Thank the goddess that it was just them in the room at the moment. She did not want Anis's commentary on this situation.

Granted, her wardrobe did admittedly make it hard for S/O not to notice.

...Maybe she should change wardrobes when at the base, or at least wear something longer.

Anis was lying down on the sofa, idly flipping through her phone with S/O in the same room.

She sighed before flopping over onto her back, glancing at S/O.

(Anis) "Jeez, could you be any more obvious about where you're staring, S/O?"

(S/O) "S-SORRY! I didn't mean to!"

Her eyes widened in surprise before scoffing.

(Anis) "Wait, seriously? I was just cracking a joke, wooooow!"

If S/O was anyone else, she'd probably just punch them in the face for that.

But, since it was them, she'd allow it...Not that she's going to say that, because it's pretty funny to watch them get flustered.

Though Anis wasn't completely immune herself.

Plus she didn't want to give the green light for S/O to be ogling her all day during their free time.

Anis was somewhat flattered that S/O thought she was pretty enough that they even stared to begin with.

As long as it was only just her, anyways, she'd remain flattered.

(Anis) "Had no idea you were such a pervert...Well, actually yeah I can, considering who your usual company is."

(S/O) "The Commander?"

(Anis) "Ah yes, because I'm definitely referring to the only guy on base at the moment, present company included."

Anis replied, rolling her eyes.

(Anis) "If I hear you staring at anyone else, your ass will be in trouble."

Neon was honestly busy focusing on adjusting the scope on her rifle, hoping that it would land an explosive shot more accurately on the range.

S/O was in the room, though strangely they had not said anything for a small period of time.

Were they focusing on something too?

Neon glanced back at S/O and noticed they were staring down.

...Meeting where their eyes were staring at, it was indeed her backside.

(Neon) "H-Hey! What the heck are you doing?!"

(S/O) "AH! Sorry, m-my mind just spaced out and!-"

Neon pouted, crossing her arms while her core began to overheat.

(Neon) "That's no excuse, you can't be staring at my butt while I'm focusing here!"

She wasn't careful with her volume, which meant that someone definitely overheard that line, much to the despair of S/O.

Neon however didn't really notice, and began loudly lecturing S/O how her butt was nothing compared to the power of the firepower she was going to unleash!

And at this point, S/O was starting to sound like the perfect target!

Anis heard the conversation and began snickering, ready to use it for teasing ammo later.

Rapi heard it and began blushing, trying her best not to pay it any mind.

The Commander simply sighed and went back to his paperwork, attempting to tune out Neon still talking.

#nsft #goddess of victory: nikke headcanons #goddess of victory: nikke imagines #goddess of victory: nikke x reader #rapi nikke x reader #anis nikke x reader #neon nikke x reader #rapi nikke #anis nikke #neon nikke

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exhausted-archivist · 7 months ago

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Common Fanons That Are Confused As Canon

Through my time of collecting lore and learning things about Thedas I've come across a couple things of fanon that leaked into lists of canon elements. Which was an interesting little thing to follow the rabbit hole of where they even originated. While making this list I did ask others for any that I might have missed or not seen because I wanted to be thorough as I could when even making this list. I haven't been in the fandom long enough to see all the things that have come up.

To be clear, I thought it was neat to see what became so pervasive in the fandom to become easily mistaken as canon or misunderstood. I'm also not discussing whether canon as it stands is "good" or judging the fanon or anything like that.

I just wanted to put it all together in a list, especially as I have had friends who were getting into the series and ask about certain things; as well as Dragon Age Summer hitting us soon and new interest in the series abound.

General

Mages can sense other mages The closest source I can find to this is the fact that Anders states that he can "feel the power in you". No other mage states anything similar and could likely be attributed to the fact that he is possessed. Much like how Cole can sense your magical connection as an Inquisitor. An outlier is how Keiran can sense your magic regardless of if he has the Old God soul; but he is also not confirmed to be a mage as of yet.

All Saarebas always have their lips sewn shut/horns cut off This seems to originate from da2 specifically, with the model of Ketojan having the scarring, the other saarebas missing horns, the concept art, and then boils down to BioWare being inconsistent with their lore/depictions. Most of Thedas fixates on the fact that the Qunari have saarebas with their lips sewn shut, the Seer's yarn tale denotes that tamassrans tell the story of a saarebas with their lips sewn shut, the tarot art for Saarath, and the flippant joke between Sera and Iron Bull. But, the lore specifies that it is in extreme cases or in general that it can occurs but it is not the standard. [WOT p. 103 & 128] Much like tranquility, it is used as a form of punishment - one that we know can and is abused by certain factions. We also see saarebas characters in Inquisition who do not carry either of those traits. Specifically Hissera (multiplayer), Saareth (Trespasser), Heroes of Dragon Age models, and some Qunari in da2.

All Saarebas have their tongues cut out This is seperate from the previous point due to the different source of this fanon. It seems to be an exaggeration of one particulare line from Sten. In dao, Sten will state during the Broken Circle quest that "This is why we cut the tongues from mages, in Par Vollen." He is very general with the statement, but contextually it is reasonable people took this to mean all mages. However, since dao it has been made clear that it is not a universal practice throughout the Qun.

Elves are shorter than humans This one does have a clear point of where this started, though it is never stated in lore, back in Origins elven models were universally shorter than humans. But from DA2 onward, male elves were only shorter than their human counterparts of the same sex while female elves are shorter than both human sexes. Fenris is taller than f!Hawke while both forms of Hawke are taller than Merrill. Solas, Abelas, and a m!Lavellan are taller than female human characters but all human characters are taller than female elves (except Sera who has a female human model).

Dalish are illiterate This is a little less clear to me where its origins started. Perhaps based off of medieval period history (which da isn't necessarily medieval in time period) or due to the fact that most common folk in certain regions in Thedas are illiterate and reliant on pictures over written words. But we know from the Witch Hunt dlc that the Dalish keep tomes of their history and of the ancient elven empire. They also actively translate ancient elven script for their own records. Whether this is role restrictive or not is unclear, but we do know that the Dalish are literate in both Common and semi-literate in ancient elven script.

Dalish and City Elves don't have contact This seemingly comes from a misunderstanding stemming in the city elf origins in dao where some npcs will comment on how Dalish might be myths. However, in dao, da2, dai, the comic Knight Errant, and the novel The Masked Empire, that elves from both sides do semi-regularly trade people with each other if not visit certain alienages, as well have other points of contact with each other. Pol, Zevran, Coran (Vaea's uncle), and potentially Feynriel are all city elves that join Dalish clans. Merrill and Arianni are known Dalish who join alienages.

City elves are genetic/physical differences from the Dalish elves This one I have seen around a lot, most stemming from the idea of the previous one that the elves in the city are generations apart from the Dalish, implying they have no contact with each other. Which could be true for certain alienages. But as far as lore is concerned there isn't any example of this, not even as being a point of reference for the Dalish to consider any of the aspects as to what makes them "less of an elf" in comparison to Dalish.

Elves pass on their elven traits Most seem to know this isn't canon, albeit one of the less popular canon elements; but new fans don't always know this. It is popular fanon to give half-elven children the reflective eyes, smaller stature, more angular features, straighter nose bridge, and/or pointed ears from their elven parent.

Only elves can have mixed kids with other races This seems to come from the fact that elven traits aren't passed on to their kids when mixed parentage is involved. However humans, dwarves, and vashoth can all have mixed kids from the other races. According to Patrick Weekes, this decision was made consciously to avoid very racist and harmful rhetoric. We know of many elf/human mixed kids: Alistair, Eiton, Feynriel, Gestan and Thale (residents of elven area of Halamshiral), Kieran (conditions), Michel de Chevin, Rinnala, "Sabina's Brat" (son of the elven prostitute Sabina at the Blooming Rose), Slim Couldry, Tainsley (Potentially. Is described as a 7'(2.13m) human, though he references a Dalish uncle.) While mixed dwarf children are rare simply due to dwarven fertility issues we do know of two dwarf/human kids: Keiran (conditional) and the child of Tyrdaa Bright-Axe(Avvar) and Hendir (dwarf).

Elfroot leaves get you high/is Thedosian marijuana This is another Origins era thing, due to an easter egg that made a play on the American "This is your brain on drugs" anti-drug campaign using elfroot. This was then repeated in 2015 when Patrick Weekes said that its medicinal properties were rediscovered in 4:20. [Source] Elfroot hasn't been shown to get anyone high in canon, it is the roots that are primarily used as medicinal. In World of Thedas (WoT) vol. 2 the recipe for Dalish Deep Forest Comfort says you can substitute elfroot for spinach making the leaves more vegetable in quality. That said, marijuana leaves are edible and rather nutritious. They just don't have the chemical make up to induce a high. Those lie strictly in the buds. According to Origins, elfroot does flower though.

Red lyrium is completely different and more dangerous from blue lyrium This one is all on BioWare in regards to this misconception. Because while yes, it is more dangerous than the blue lyrium, they aren't two seperate substances. More that red lyrium is a branch off. To cover the generals of the written lore of lyrium it breaks down like this: Blue lyrium in it's raw form innately toxic to just be around to all but dwarves, however it will kill a mage who gets too close in proximity. That proximity being within the same room while non-mages would have to touch the stuff. It also has a pension of self-combustion without warning or a clear cause. When it is refined down for templar use it is "safe" for non-mages to come in contact with and consume. Whether this level of refinement is the same level as what is used to make various cocktails and liqueur is unclear. But we do know that getting too close, being in same room as lyrium refined to this level, is enough to make a mage sick. Finally, we have the most refined and diluted stage of lyrium, this is used by mages to make potions, certain alchemical work, and other things. This isn't enough to kill a mage, make them sick (without extreme over use), and infact can result in positive outcomes for a mage. Red lyrium overlaps with most of that, with a couple key differences. First off is that red lyrium doesn't seem to self-combust. There is some contradiction on whether or not non-dwarves can mine it as due to game mechanics you can destroy it, but the only ones we see mining wild nodes are dwarves. But if the red lyrium is grown from a living creature it seems accessible to all races? In codices about the various types of red templars, we learn that a small vial around a templar's neck is enough to make all the mages in the area around him sick.

Character Specific

Alistair

Alistair is a dog person I couldn't track any clear origins for this, it seems to be a case of overlap with the stereotype that "all Fereldan's love dogs" and a mix of building off of a line of dialogue about him being raised by the hounds and them being his family. However, he doesn't seem overly one way or the other. He mocks dog at times, talks down in not such a playful way, and at times seems to treat dog with the same attitude he does Morrigan though not as blatantly. This could be chalked up to his joking nature though.

Alistair's obsession with cheese While he does admit to an obsession to cheese, it is often cited that Alistair makes a ton of cheese jokes in dao. When in truth he only makes four through out the entire game. Given his joking nature it is up to personal interpretation of how much he actually loves cheese.

Alistair and Cullen knew each other before Origins This is more specifically that the two went to the same monastery for their templar training. There is no canon evidence for this though. That said, there is a possibility due to not knowing much of anything about how the Templar Order trains its recruits nor the amount of monasteries they have in Ferelden for training.

Alistair collects toy soldiers This seems to come from the gifts he can be given during the Feastday dlc. Canonically he is given runestones and carved statuettes of various types stone. These statuettes are described in a manner closer to effigies than toy soldiers.

Alistair's mother is not Fiona This one is a bit funny as it has multiple origins and is dependent on the player's experience with the series. From what I have gathered there seems to be one of three sources: - People who never read the Dragon Age novel The Calling - People who read The Calling after playing dao and feels like it is a retcon (though The Calling was released prior to the release of dao, same with the novel The Stolen Throne) - People who take a "chuck the baby with the bathwater" approach to the lore The funny thing about this is that the cover story in dao for Alistair's mom is based off a combo of things; the hypothetical scenario Fiona told Maric and answers she gave Maric when he asked what to tell Alistair if he asked about his mother. The hypothetical was that Fiona would not return to the Circle and would hide from the templars and pretend to be a washer woman. When Maric asked what to tell Alistair of his mother, Fiona said to tell him his mother was human as she did not want him to deal with being half elven and all the stigma that comes with that as well as to tell Alistair that she was dead.

Avaline

Aveline is straight She will kiss Hawke regardless of gender and ask them if they ever considered her and them. Though it is clear she never had romantic interest in Hawke in particular. An easily missed aspect I think given the general opinion of Aveline as well as most people seeming to not choose the flirtatious option with her.

Blackwall

Blackwall doesn't have a sense of humor This one genuinely surprised me considering he jokes with Sera, The Iron Bull, and Solas. His banter shows as much that he does have a sense of humor and tells jokes. But it does seem pretty common of a fanon characterization for him.

Dorian

Dorian paints his nails His model doesn't have painted nails in game, but it is a popular fanon. There is nail polish in Thedas though. It's mentioned in the novel Masked Empire as well as the novel Last Flight. It seems to be of Anderfles origins, but given the Last Flight is post Orlesian occupation, it could originate in Orlais.

Lady Mantillon said, tapping an elegantly lacquered fingernail on the polished wooden arm of her chair, “we will fail, or we will be killed. Neither is acceptable.” - Masked Empire, Chapter 17 p. 362 Every one of her fingers glimmered with a jeweled ring, and her nails had been freshly lacquered. - Last Flight, Chapter 13 p. 144

Fenris

Lyrium can be drawn from Fenris' tattoos There is no mention of this being possible in da2 or any of the subsequent media. There isn't even mention of others being able to sense the lyrium in his tattoos or even mages getting sick around him as they sometimes will dependent on the concentrations and/or purity of lyrium.

Fiona

How Fiona was cured of the taint This comes from The Calling novel, where it isn't ever clarified what actually removed the taint from Fiona. The common fanon is that it was either the mentioned brooch, or that by having Alistair. That it was by having Maric's son who has Great Dragon blood due to being of the Theirin bloodline that cured her. However, in the novel she is very clear that the mages at Weisshaupt aren't sure what cured her. She only offers one explanation that the Grey Wardens theorized and trails off before saying what the second one was.

“It’s gone,” she said flatly. “The mages at Weisshaupt weren’t sure if it was because the First Enchanter’s brooch sped things up artificially, or... at any rate, all the corruption vanished. They don’t think it’s going to come back, either. There was test after test, but they think I may be the first Grey Warden that never has to endure the Calling again.”

Hawke

Hawke is stabbed by the Arishok This fanon likely came into being due to one of the moves the Arishok has where it will leave you almost dead. So a bit of canon as it is in his move set, but fanon in the idea it is something that always happens in canon.

Unable to confirm if Fanon, Canon, or a mix of both

Teagan marries Bella, the barmaid from Redcliffe This one goes back really far and is hard to tell if it is a case of mistaken identity and association, or a really buggy option for the epilogue, or isn't actually a possibility. What I can confirm is that Teagan does have a woman he can marry given certain conditions are met in dao, but it is actually Kaitlyn, the sister who's brother goes missing in Redcliffe. If you properly compensate her for her grandfather's sword she'll open up a foundry in Denerim and will marry Teagan after having known him for a few months. According to this thread, you have to get Kaitlyn to move to Denerim with her brother, make Bella the maid to Teagan and in the ending slide Teagan and Bella will get married. Though I haven't been able to confirm that this is possible. (If you have a screenshot/video of this slide and know how to trigger this please let me know) This is also not an option mentioned in the Keep, however neither is Kaitlyn's. Which isn't surprising given some of the ending slides that were not direct player choice (ex) choosing Orzammar's king) are mostly cut from canon.

#dragon age #meta #dragon age fanon #dragon age origins #dragon age 2 #dragon age inquisition #the calling #dao #da2 #dai #Let me know if you have any you think I should know about #I thought it was interesting to collect the fanon I kept seeing and put it all together while tracking down it's origins.#This has been sitting in the drafts for ages but I will keep collecting others in a separate post

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verve-wifux · 2 years ago

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Draco Malfoy - Busted.

Draco Malfoy / Reader.

18+

Description

Draco Malfoy had always had a soft spot for his Chemistry partner, ever since the first year. His lingering and affectionate looks always went unnoticed by you, especially as he had been preparing to ask you to the Yule ball. To Draco's dismay, a certain hufflepuff beat you to it. Cedric Diggory.

Ever since you had accepted Cederic, the soft spot Draco once had for you hardened, and all that is left is yearning, anger and lust.

When things take a turn in detention and secrets are revealed, can the two really resist eachother?

Warnings - Angry confessions, degradation, praise, Dom! Draco, detailed sex scenes, strong language, refers to character death, oral sex, M! Whimpering/Whining, moaning.

Side notes - This oneshot is set in the 5th year.

This was written especially for my girlfriend, so do not expect anymore.

Word Count: 6318

You occupied your usual table in the corner of the library, your nose buried in a potions book as you got in some extra study. Due to the time, 6:36 AM, the library was vacant, meaning it was the perfect time for some extra reading.

Your blue and white tie (symbolising the house you belonged to, Ravenclaw), was neatly wrapped around the collar of your white, buttoned shirt. Your robes were neatly disgarded over the back of your chair due to the hot climate of summer.

It seemed the heat this year had been unbearable, presumably due to the fact you never ventured outside. The courtyard was always overpopulated and overwhelming, more than often resulting in a headache which forced you to retire early to the Ravenclaw common room and miss supper in The Great Hall.

You sighed, allowing your slender fingers to subconsciously twirl a strand of your brown hair as you read about Amortentia. You did not understand why someone would trick another individual into falling in love with them, the thought actually repulsed you, but you studied the recipe regardless.

Making your brown eyes snap up from the pages of your book was the sound of your best friend's happy and lighthearted voice.

"Y/N!" Luna cheered as she skipped towards you, strange glasses propped on her nose which were tinted orange.

Despite Luna being considered strange amongst your fellow pupils, the witch had managed to weave her way into your heart and a smile bloomed on your face as you watched her near.

"Good morning, Luna. I see you slept well?"

Luna shrugged a shoulder, starting to pack away your things into your bag.

"It's pancake day! We have to get to the food hall before the Slytherins get there and steal them like they did last Tuesday." She grumbled, clearly still annoyed at the fact she had been robbed of her pancakes.

You attempted to ignore the way your heart dropped at the mention of Slytherins, your mind going to a certain student with platinum blonde hair and a nasty attitude.

You shook your head, ridding him from your thoughs, and closed your book.

"Fine, fine. Have you prepared for the lecture today? Professor Snape mentioned there would be a quiz today, didn't he?" You questioned, glancing to your friend as you slipped your robes over your shirt, which was neatly tucked into your skirt which fell to your mid thighs.

Luna scowled at you.

"My mind is soley focused on pancakes, that lecture is a future me problem! Besides, you and Malfoy seem to distract Professor Snape with your competitive debates and answering each lesson, it practically gives everyone else a free period!"

You gave her a flat look, and she shrugged playfully.

"I'm not lying."

You sighed in defeat, knowing your best friend was correct, even if you did not wish her to be.

"Will pancakes shut you up?"

Luna nodded sweetly, skipping from the library.

Your frown deepened at the thought of your chemistry parter, but followed after Luna nonetheless.

Draco Malfoy hadn't always been so dissmissive and fustratingly annoying towards you, there was a time you had been.. friends. It wasn't that you weren't friends now.. you were just simply.. distant.

In the beginning, Malfoy had actually been quite nice to you. He would slip you notes in class, coy smiles and a playful jab of his elbow when you teased him. But everything had changed last year, he grew.. distant and colder. Instead of chuckling at your jokes, he frowned and looked at you weirdly. He would brush your notes to the side, disposing them in the trash bins before even reading them.

You were lying if you said it hadn't hurt.

Eventually, you stopped trying. You sat silently next to him in potions class, and focused on Professor Snape's lectures. However, for the past 3 months, it seemed you two were always at each others throats, battling for the correct answers in class, trying to prove something to the other.

You scolded yourself for thinking about him, and followed after Luna. Immediately entering the Great Hall, you were hit with the strong smell of food - pancakes more specifically.

Luna let out a cheeful "yippie!", seemingly unaware of the attention she had brought to herself as she picked her seat and began to stack pancakes onto her plate. As you sat opposite her, your eyes noticed a group of people staring at you both from across the hall with judgy eyes.

You glanced over the individuals, a boy you came to know as Blaise . His eyes were narrowed at you in a judgemental way, quietly whispering to the girl next to him, Pansy, no doubt talking shit about your friend.

You narrowed your own eyes in return, glaring over at them before striking up a conversation with Luna, who was shovelling food into her mouth uncaringly.

****

Ever since your.. distance with Malfoy, you dreaded what used to be your favorite class. You found, as you grew older, it was harder and harder to focus on your Professor as your eyes always wandered to the side of Draco's face.

This time was no different.

Subtly, you let your eyes wander over his pale face and irritatingly high cheekbones. His nose was perfectly curved, his lips plump but not distractingly so. His jaw was strong and sharp, and you almost wanted to break it.

He was annoyingly attractive.

You forced your eyes to Snape, trying to ignore the way Malfoy's masculine cologne flooded your senses, making you a little lightheaded despite it not being overpoweringly strong.

He had removed his robe upon entering, grumbling under his breath about the heat, and had unfastened the top button of his shirt, his tie messy and loose around his neck.

You wished to fix it more than anything.

"Keep staring, will ya? It'll give me a head start on this quiz," Draco muttered, not taking his eyes from the Professor.

You stayed silent for a moment or so, was he.. talking to you? Your cheeks burned pink and forced your eyes from him. He had caught you staring at him, and he seemed entertained by the fact.

"Don't flatter yourself, Malfoy, I was simply scoping out the competition."

He scoffed, shaking his head at you.

"Hm? And what have you concluded?"

She let a sly smirk cover her lips.

"That no way you will be beating me."

That made Draco look at you, but you used all of your strength on not looking back. You felt his eyes move over your side-profile agonizingly slowly, making you almost self conscious. He hadn't looked at you for this long since... well.. last year.

"Stop staring, Malfoy, you need all the help you can get."

You noticed in the corner of your eye that he poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, glancing away from you as he tried to stop a grin from taking over his mouth. He shook his head gently.

You smiled yourself at the playful teasing between you.. it was nice.

You had missed this side of him.

But soon, you were quickly reminded that Draco Malfoy was an asshole as you battled eachother for the answers to Snape's quiz.

However, when Snape tallied up the points.. it was a tie. Before either of you could demand a decider question, the bell went.

You.. you couldn't believe it. You'd have to wait until tomorrow's lesson to find out who had won, and by the sour look on Draco's face, he felt equally as disgusted and infuriated.

As Pansy passed, she giggled with a stupid high-pitched tone which made you want to slap her across the face.

"Unlucky, Malfoy."

She touched his shoulder mockingly, but he quickly shrugged off her touch, muttering angrily as he strode past her.

You attempted to swallow your pride and hurt, ignoring the way he hadn't even said goodbye to you and stood up yourself.

You noticed Draco had left his robe, and part of you wished to snip it up into teeny tiny pieces and scatter it around the room. But you knew without it, and Umbridge's new, strict rules, he would be in huge trouble if he was spotted without it.

Sighing in defeat, you picked up his robe, folding it over your arm, and went to follow him.

****

You did an awkward fast walk as you tried to follow him through the halls, but his long legs meant he walked infuriatingly fast compared to you. You didn't wish to run after him, nor call out his name. It was a rule that female and male students could not be within 6 meters of eachother, meaning you couldn't make it too obvious.

You had alwayd been a firm follower of the rules, and that was what made you hault outside of the boys bathroom, which Draco had just entered. You debated entering, or waiting outside for him.

You knew it was more risky to be caught by Umbridge outside of the bathroom, but what if someone was inside of there with him?!

You cursed yourself mentally, and went inside.

It was silent inside the bathroom, apart from the running of the tap. You peeked your head in, seeing Draco's hands resting on the side of the basin, his head dipped. His shirt was untucked and tight on his lean body. Lean but not scrawny. Veins ran up his bony hands, a few silver rings decorating his fingers, no doubt his house crest.

His hair was messy and disheveled, and you gulped.

"M-Malfoy?"

His head snapped up, staring at you through the mirror. His gray eyes went soft upon seeing you, scanning over you quickly, but hardened once more when he reached your face.

"Can you not read? This is the boy's bathroom."

You scowled at him.

"I was merely trying to return your robes, you forgot them in potions."

You threw it at him rudely, making him react and catch it with his right hand.

You were about to turn, but hesitated at the sight of him. He looked.. awful.

"Are you.. alright?" You whispered, your voice going quiet on its own accord.

Draco narrowed his eyes, looking at you hatefully.

"I'm not in the mood for your snarky and smart comments, so leave," He ordered with a roll of his eyes, rubbing a slight coat of water of his face.

You rolled your own eyes, muttering under your breath as you began to walk out.

"Cranky git.."

You gasped when you felt a firm hand, Draco's hand, wrap around your small wrist and pulled you back. He had moved so quickly, you hadn't even seen him nor heard him. He pulled you harshly, nearly making you collide with him if he hadn't steadied you.

"Say it again, I dare you," He gritted down at you angrily, and you felt small compared to him. You tried to look away from his penetrating eyes, but realised his other hand was on your chin, forcing your face up to look at him.

"Let go.." You ordered, but it sounded all wrong. It was breathless, and you couldn't stop the heat in your cheeks at his touch and the look on his face. He looked.. feral. Out of control.

"Let go, Malfoy," You tried again, sterner this time.

You held your breath as his eyes skipped to your mouth, and he licked his own lips before releasing a sigh from his nose.

He let you go, and you took a few steps backward.

You glared at him before turning on your heel and quickly left the bathroom. You gasped for air, it felt your airways were clogged with his cologne, your skin burning from where he had touched you.

You glanced behind you when you heard your name being called out, eyes widening when you saw Draco storming after you, his robes clenched in one hand.

You quickened your pace, having no idea where you were going.

Your legs burned with effort as you tried to avoid Malfoy, but he easily caught up with you. He grabbed your shoulder, spinning you around.

"We can't be this close-"

"I don't fucking care," He snapped, and you peered up at him with wide eyes and a slightly open mouth.

"Just.. I- I'm sor-"

"Mr Malfoy! Miss Y/L/N! That does not look like 6 meters to me, does it to you?" You heard Dolores Umbridge's annoying high pitched voice call out, and you sighed in annoyance.

This was all Draco's fault.

"For Christ Sake.." Draco grumbled and moved a singular step away from you.

"5 more, Mr Malfoy."

Dolores Umbridge rested her hands on her hips, staring up from under her pink hat at Draco.

He shot her a nasty look, opening his mouth to argue with her.

"We were just talking-"

"You are more than welcome to talk in detention, Mr Malfoy, not during lesson changeover!"

She glanced over him.

"Be sure to tuck that shirt in, fix your tie and be wearing your robes before attending detention. You as well, Miss Y/L/N."

You opened your mouth to protest.

"But I wasn't-"

"Another word and it will be 2 hours, rather than 1."

You and Draco stared at her silently. After a few moments, she hummed in satisfaction and floated away. Your eyes snapped to Draco angrily.

"I hope you're happy."

You stormed away before he could respond and did not look back.

****

You informed Luna of your very first detention, and she rubbed her face.

"I warned you Draco would only get you into trouble back in first year! You just didn't listen because you were head over heels for him."

Your mouth fell open.

"It's not my fault he chased me! Besides, I don't like him."

She raised an eyebrow from behind her book.

"Since when?"

"Since he started being horrible last year! He made it obvious he didn't like me, especially when he didn't invite me to the Yule Ball.." You muttered quietly.

"Sounds like you still like him to me. Why else would you still be bothered by it?"

You shot her an incredulous look, but didn't deny it.

Draco was nothing but trouble, you knew this and you didn't like him. Not anymore anyway... Right?

You gulped and stood.

"I gotta go, I'll be late for detention," You slung your bag over your shoulder with a defeated sigh.

"See you later?"

Luna nods at you lightheartedly, and you leave the library and head to Professor Snape's classroom, where you were being forced to complete your detention.

You sat in the back of the classroom, placing your bag on the stool next to you and sighed as Snape supplied you with paper, a quill and an inkpot.

Draco soon entered the classroom, sighing as he slumped into the nearest seat, across the room from you.

"How nice of you to join us, Malfoy."

Snape muttered, giving Draco the same instruments as yourself.

"Your father will not be as pleased."

His voice sounded threatening as they stared at eachother, and you narrowed your eyes at the interaction. You felt like there was a hidden meaning.

"You two will write lines for the whole hour. I will check back in on you both later. No funny business."

Snape went to leave.

"What do you want us to write, Professor?" You questioned and his head snapped around to you. You swallowed slightly.

"Perhaps.. that you will follow the rules."

And he was gone.

Draco and yourself sat silently for about 20 minutes, and you focused on writing your lines. You sighed after a while, resting your head on your fist.

"I take it you do not enjoy spending time with me?"

You glared over at Draco, before returning to your lines.

"Don't talk to me."

You heard Draco scoff, and rage boiled through you.

"You're so good, Y/N. It must be exhausting."

You looked to him, frowning. You waited for him to elaborate.

"I bet this is your first detention."

You stared into his eyes from across the room.

"I don't pride myself on causing trouble and breaking rules. It's normally quite easy to do."

"Normally?" Draco raised his eyebrow at you, his quill disgarded on his desk.

"Yes, normally. I don't normally have you running after me and getting me into trouble. Don't be shy, what did you need to so desperately talk to me about?" You crossed your arms, dropping your own quill.

Draco rolled his eyes, and you felt your anger burn brighter inside of your chest.

"Can you stop doing that? It's annoying."

"Doing, what, exactly?"

"Brushing me off!" You snapped before you could stop yourself, and you both fell quiet. He stared over at you in disbelief.

"You better be joking," He muttered, and you furrowed your eyebrows.

He stood up at your confused look, and walked towards you. You gulped, but didn't move from your chair.

"You shouldn't be so close-"

"You brushed me off."

His sentence not only cut off your voice, but also caught you by suprise. You blinked at him, a disbelieving laugh escaping from between your lips.

"And when was that?"

His jaw tightened and he narrowed his eyes. He remained silent for a few moments, towering over you.

Just when you figured he was ignroing your question, he spoke.

"The Yule Ball."

You could barely believe your ears, what was he even talking about?! You stood up, crossing your arms over your chest angrily as you glared up at him.

"You didn't even talk to me at The Yule Ball!"

He groaned in fustration, shaking his head.

"I'm talking about before The Yule Ball! When you agreed to go with Cedric fucking Diggory!"

Your mouth fell open in pure shock, and his own face paled at his angry confession.

"All this time.. you've been mad at me for going with.. Cedric?" You spoke slowly, trying to understand him.

Was he being serious?!

"Why would you even be angry at that-"

"Because!" He snapped at you, shutting you up.

He sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as his anger faded.

"Because I.. You agreed before.. before I.."

He struggled to speak the words, and you were so so confused. You waited for him to talk.

"You agreed before I could even ask you. You- I felt like an idiot because I thought..I thought we were.."

He stopped speaking, and looked away. Draco couldn't look at you, he was too embarrassed, too hurt.

He felt like an idiot.

"You were.. going to ask me?" You repeated in disbelief, and your heart sunk. You had pined after Draco since you had first met him, but figured after he didn't ask you.. you were merely his potion partner.

He sighed, shaking his head as he looked away from you.

"And you tell me this now? It's nearly been 6 months since the Yule Ball, since Cedric-" You trailed off, unable to quite speak the words.

Cedric was dead now.

"You've ignored me this whole time.. because you were jealous?" You snapped, cocking your head.

Draco opened his mouth to protest that he wasn't jealous, but he didn't want to lie. Not to you.

"I.. I wanted to hurt you like you hurt me. I was.. jealous and embarrassed and I hated him. I hated him for taking you away from me, I hated him for asking you before I could!" He argued, stepping closer to you.

You held your breath as he neared impossibly close, his body millimeters from yours. He dipped his head to look down at you, his eyes staring straight into yours and filled with passion and truth.

"I don't understand..why?" You breathed, staring up at him with wide eyes.

He scoffed at you, shaking his head. His hands went to your hips, and he pushed you backwards until your ass pushed against the desk. You gasped slightly at his touch, and your hands automatically went to his forearms to steady yourself. You could barely breathe as he spoke, watching his face.

"Isn't it fucking obvious? I- I like you. I like you a lot, Y/N. When we got put together in potions, I thought you'd just be another smartass bitch. But.. you were so much more. God, I was so wrong about you, darling," He breathed with a soft smile, his eyes watching your mouth as he uttered the words to you. You flushed at his nickname, inhaling sharply at his confession.

"Draco.. I-" You whispered and he groaned, closing his eyes as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Say that again."

You hesitated.

"Say what, your name?"

He smiles again, nodding.

"..Draco.." You whisper, your body trembling and hot.

Draco lowers his mouth to yours, and kisses you gently, almost testing out your reaction. You freeze when his soft lips meet yours, your fingers tightening in his shirt before you pulled him closer, kissing him back.

Draco's ringed hands went to the skin of your plump thighs, and he lifted you onto the desk in a slick motion. He kissed you harder as you wrapped your legs around him, holding him there. Your fingers ran up his arms and shoulders, wrapping around his neck as you pulled at his hair softly.

Draco groaned into your mouth at the action, one hand squeezing your thigh and the other going to your hip, stroking your skin with his thumb. His tongue swiped against your lips, looking for access as he squeezed your hip again. You whimpered gently, parting your mouth to allow him inside.

The kiss was passionate and positively sinful. It was full of lust and desire, unlike the innocent peck you had shared with Cedric when the two of you had snuck off for some air during lasy year's ball.

No, this was different. This was dangerous.

Draco's tongue dominated yours, licking and exploring your mouth with his. You melted into him, allowing him to take exactly what he wanted from you.

"You taste exactly how I imagined you would, darling."

You smiled against his lips, kissing him feverishly. His long fingers began to tug on your shirt, untucking it from your skirt and ran up your ribs.

"We can't do that in here, what if Snape comes back?" You protested, and he smirked.

"Then we'll have to be quick."

Your mouth dropped open.

"What if.. someone hears us?!"

Draco chuckles at you darkly, kissing your mouth as he reached for his wand, waving it as he muttered "Muffliato."

You go to protest some more, but a mere gasp escapes your lips as his lips drop to your neck, kissing over your jaw sloppily and eventually sucking your lobe into his mouth.

Your vision went white with pleasure, your breath coming in hard and fast.

"Draco!" His name was a prayer on your lips, nothing more than a breathless plea.

He smiled against your neck, humming.

"You're so needy for me, aren't you? So good and vocal," He muttered against your skin, and you whined needily.

"Stop teasing me."

That was enough consent for his fingers to glide over your stomach and up the valley of your breasts, beginning to undo your tie and the buttons of your shirt.

He threw it to the side, his lips attatching to your collarbone as he continued to swiftly undo the buttons of your shirt. His large hands ran over your sides, thumbs stroking your ribs before he removed your shirt completely, leaving you in your bra and skirt.

You felt goosebumps travel over your skin as his eyes looked you over, from your plump thighs which were hooked around his hips, the plane of your stomach, your breasts that were contained in a black bra.

"You're so fucking perfect, aren't you? My perfect girl.."

You moaned softly at his words, arching your body into his as you pressed a gentle kiss to his mouth.

Your hands began to roam over his shoulders, shoving his robes away and exposing his white, buttoned shirt underneath. You smiled at the fact his tie was loose once more, his top button already unbuttoned. You pressed light kisses over his jaw and neck, swiping your tongue over his Adam's apple when you reached it, and let your fingers begin to nimbly undress Draco.

He smired at your eagerness, allowing you to tug at his clothes, slipping them from him.

"That skirt is dangerously short, you know that? Sometimes I bet you wanted to tease me, hm?" He cocked his head, and you nodded sheepishly.

"Maybe a little.." You admitted quietly, and his smile grew as he shook his head.

"Dirty fucking girl, aren't you?"

You kissed him again, full of lust and want for him as you tugged on his hair again. Draco's hands went to your thighs, squeezing roughly as he began to lift your skirt higher, taking it slow with you to ensure you could still change your mind.

However, you didn't.

You watched eagerly as he inched your skirt higher and higher, soon exposing your underwear which had dampened with arousal at his previous kissings and touches. You mewled as he tutted, your eyes feeling heavy as you stared up at him.

"Look at you, making such a mess for me already. I'll have to clean you up, won't I?"

You nodded with a breathless "yes" passing from your lips, moaning into his ear when his lips dipped to your chest and began to kiss his way over your skin, squeezing the plump of your ass. He let his hands roam higher over the curve of your back, undoing the clasp of your bra before he chucked it to the side carelessly.

His heart beats rapidly at the sight of your exposed chest, your nipples hardened due to the cool air and his assessing look. His hands go to your sides, his thumbs stroking over your sensetive buds once, dragging a moan from you as you shivered.

"Gods, Draco-"

"No one touched you here before, darling?"

You shook your head timidly, and his smile turned cruel and teasing. He tutted, lowering his mouth to one of your nipples as he kissed softly.

"Well then, I'm just gonna have to break you in, won't I?"

Your moans continued to leave your mouth as he kissed your chest, lightly sucking marks onto your skin as he teased your body. Your core fluttered at the feeling, growing uncomfortably wet after a few of his pleasurable licks. Your body arched into his mouth, panting out his name in desperation, your eyes closed tightly.

"Mhm, you feel so good, love," Draco muttered, pulling away from your chest to admire his work. You glanced to your chest, seeing his marks littering your skin, but didn't care.

You wanted more.

You wrapped your hand around his neck, pulling him closer until you could kiss him deeply, sliding your tongue into his mouth and tasted him.

He chuckled at your eagerness, his hands sliding over your body, handling your breasts roughly as his other went to your hip, dragging you closer into him until you felt his hardened cock brush against your sensetive core.

You moaned softy, your head falling back as you let his mouth wander down your body. Catching you by suprise, his hands went to your thighs, and pulled you closer to the edge of the desk. You gasped, one hand around his neck, the other clinging to the desk.

"What are you doing?"

He ignored your question, a sense of authority entering his voice.

"Lie back and spread these gorgeous legs for me, beautiful."

You swallowed but hesitantly followed his orders, a rush of pleasure rushing over you as you obeyed his command.

You slowly parted your thighs when your back was against the desk, breathing heavily.

"Now what?" You whispered out, your voice high pit hed and breathy.

Draco chuckled from above you.

"Lift your hips for me, love. Just like that," Draco praised you when you again followed his command, allowing him to slip your underwear from you, and carelessly throw them to the side. You felt exposed and vulnerable, your body trembled as you knew the only thing between your body and Draco was the flimsy material of your skirt.

Draco lowered himself to his knees before you, and the sight dragged a soft mewl from you. There was something so pleasurable about seeing him bow before you.

His ringed fingers dug into your thighs, sliding them onto his shoulders as he nuzzled your skirt up your hips. He pressed kisses into your thighs, sending you crying out his name and your hips squirming against his tight hold on you.

Before you could even speak, his mouth slanted over your entrance, and slid his tongue through you slowly, swirling around the bundle of nerves between your legs.

You moaned loudly, gasping in shock and pleasure and his action, his name dying on your throat. He groaned against you, his eyes rolling back into your head.

"You taste so good, little one. So fucking sweet," Draco nuzzled your thigh again before going back to your entrance. His tongue slid over you, rolling against your clit as he pressed a kiss there.

Draco worked you with his tongue for a little while, waiting until you were gasping his name before allowing himself to slide a finger into you. Your walls tightened at the unfamiliar intrusion, his mouth sucking at your clit gently.

"Draco!" You cried out, your head thrown back in ectasy and overwhelming pleasure. Your hips grinded against his mouth, willing to take a other one of his long fingers.

"Greedy little thing, aren't you? Ask me nicely, Y/N."

You gasped as he nipped your clit with his teeth, your senses shocking at the very slight pain, and body shuddering.

"D-Draco please. Give me another one.."

Draco chuckled darkly, squeezing your thigh roughly.

"You missed a word, darling. Try again," He prompted with a teasing smile.

You froaned in fustration, but swallowed, trying again.

"Draco.. Please, I want.. I need another one." Your cheeks burned with embarrassment, you couldn't believe you were doing this in the potions classroom, with Draco of all people.

Draco laughed at you, sliding a second finger inside of you and he curled them, hitting a spot deep inside of you which made you see stars.

"Such a needy little cunt. You're so desperate for me, aren't you?"

You nodded pathetically, crying out in pleasure as he sucked again on your clit. His tongue prodded you teasingly, testing your body in all of the right ways and you could barely contain yourself as he you gasped his name, your release rushing from you.

Draco moaned from down your body, his ringed fingers tightening on your thighs as you held your squirming body still, coated with your slickness, determined not to waste a single drop of your cum. He eagerly dragged his tongue over your slit as he swallowed every drop of your arousal that fell into his mouth, drinking like he had been stranded in the desert for a week.

You moaned loudly as you came, your half-hooded eyes watching him as he buried his tongue inside of you, dragging out your pleasure almost painfully. His messy hair tickled the tender skin between your thighs and your lower stomach.

When you panted for air, your orgasm fading and leaving your body trembling weakly, Draco pulled his mouth from you, kissing your sensetive clit once. You groaned at the sight of him, his lips plump and wet with your cum, some smearing over his chin.

"That is the closest to God I think I've ever been," He chuckled breathlessly, leaning over your body and kissed you. You whimpered as you tasted youself on his tongue, and kissed him back hungrily, desperate for more of him.

You tugged him closer, scraping your nails over his back and wrapped your shaking legs around his hips. As you brought him closer, his dick brushed against your sensetive clit and you both moaned.

"You're a minx," Draco scolded you, biting your bottom lip teasingly. You giggled softly, kissing him again.

"You like it," You teased, smiling up at him. The soft light of the classroom lit up his features, he looked godlike staring down at you with a wide smile.

"Mm, a little," He hummed, kissing along your jaw, letting your body return to your senses before he continued with your pleasure.

"You alright?" He checked in, and your heart fluttered. You took his chin in your fingers, and pulled his mouth to yours in a heated kiss.

"I've never felt better," You whispered against his mouth, reaching down to slowly pump his cock in your fist. His breath hitched, and his forehead fell into the crook of your shoulder as he let out a breathless groan.

"Fucking hell, love.."

You continued to stroke him from the base, swiping your thumb over his glistening tip and collecting his already leaking precum.

You stroked him faster, kissing his neck as you stroked his hair, letting him bury his face in your neck as he whimpers.

Draco Malfoy fucking whimpers.

The sounds Draco made sent you into a spiral of your own pleasure and determination. His hips began to slowly thrust into your hand as he panted harder, whimpering and moaning breathlessly as you touched him. His arm rested above your head, straining as he moved, his other still rested on your hip and squeezed gently.

"Merlin's Beard, that's- Oh my.." He continued to thrust himself into your hand, rolling his hips as he whined.

"Mmh, feel good?" You kissed his neck again, and he nodded, hips stuttering.

"I wanna- wanna be inside of you, darling.." He moans gently into your ear, biting down on your shoulder.

"Then what are you waiting for you?" You teased, and lined him up to your entrance. You swept his tip through the slickness that had been building up at his sounds and actions, and you both whined needily.

"You sure?" He gasped, he licked his lips, his cheeks flushed. His hair was ruffled from when you had been pulling at his blonde strands when he had buried his face between your thighs, his eyes gray and staring straight into yours.

You nodded, and with your permission, Draco began to gently fuck himself into you.

You cried out his name desperately, a searing pain shooting through you at the initial stretch, and you closed your eyes. Draco groaned from above you, his lips dropping to your chest as he placed sloppy kisses over your skin.

"So perfect..." He groaned, thusting his hips into your body softly, the arm above your head straining with effort as he fought against slamming straight into you.

Your pain slowly melted into pleasure as his movements grew quicker, your body not resisting him anymore and stretched to accommodate his impressive size. With each thrust, he hit your hilt, sending your body jolting and stars to your vision.

"Draco.. Merlin's Beard, harder," You begged him, moaning into his ear.

He grinned against your neck before his movements grew harder, rocking your body with each thrust of his hips, the desk creaking under you. The sounds of skin on skin and heavy breathing filled the room, and he captured your lips in his, kissing you deeply.

He pounded into your body, groaning against your mouth as you melted into him, feeling your walls flutter and clench around him.

"You take me so well, made for me, weren't you?" He teased, slamming into you. He reached down, removing his hand from your hip to rub circles onto your clit with his long fingers.

You moaned out loudly, tears escaping your eyes at the over-stimulation. You sobbed his name in desperation, not entirely sure on what you wanted him to do. You could barely breathe, your body alight, all caused by Draco fucking Malfoy.

"Such a good fucking girl, feel you're close, darling," He continued, and you nodded with a pathetic whine. You felt Draco's cock twitch inside of you at your sounds, his own groan escaping his lips as he suddenly increased his speed.

He swallowed your moans with a kiss as you came on his cock, pulling at his hair as you wrapped your legs around him tightly. He whimpered, his head falling to your shoulder as he fucked his cum into your trembling body.

"Y/N.." He whined, muffled by your skin as his hips stuttered, still rubbing circles on your clit pleasurably.

It was an overwhelming amount of pleasure, and you could barely breathe. You felt like crying, your body shaking, clinging onto Draco like a lifeline. His little whines only fueld the butterflies in your stomach, both of you gasping and whimpering as he pulled out of you, both of you sensetive.

He breathed against your mouth, catching his breath as he rested his forehead against yours.

"Don't even think about mentioning that again."

You giggled, knowing he was referring to his whimpers, and smiled widely at him.

"Our little secret, hm?"

He chuckled darkly, kissing your mouth for a few moments before he began to re-dress your weak body, pressing kisses over your skin and stroking gently as he went.

He had barely returned to his seat when Snape entered, no doubt to release you both from detention, but hesitated.

"Miss Y/L/N?" Professor Snape muttered to you, leaning over you with his hands on your desk, a frown settling onto his face.

You nodded quickly, trying to feign innocence.

"When did you move into Slytherin?"

You glanced down at your tie, seeing you wore Draco's green tie. You looked to him, both of you noticing he wore yours at the same time.

You winced, glancing back to Snape with a sheepish smile and pink cheeks.

Busted.

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lucysarah-c · 7 months ago

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Hi ik you’re not taking requests but could you share what you think the canon aot characters would think about gay people?

Hi, dear! How are you?

I feel so giggly when people ask for my opinion on topics; I don't know why. So, I'll take a minute from my birthday to reply!

This is such a good question, and I'll do my best to respond respectfully as someone who isn't part of the LGBTQ+ community. I would say that overall, most characters of AoT, or at least the ones we know well (not like the civilians inside the walls), wouldn't "mind it." For example, I don't believe Erwin, Levi, Hange, Eren, Mikasa, Jean, etc., would mind it or be homophobic. I'll summarize the upcoming rant with a quote I heard once and feel encapsulates my view of the AoT characters:

"The woke of today are the fascists of tomorrow."

It's true. Everything you fight for today to normalize, to create awareness, etc., will hopefully be granted in a few years. Society will evolve, and the new generations will think we are "close-minded" to a certain degree. There will always be homophobic and misogynistic people across generations, but probably one kid or two will call us out in a couple of years. This is great because it means society is learning.

With that said, when I get asked, "Would Levi be misogynistic? Would Levi or Erwin be homophobic?" I always think, "They wouldn't… for their period's standards." I don't think the society within the walls is very open-minded by 2024 standards. Even in my own fic, I write that homosexuality is banned inside the walls, which was the case in many countries until not long ago. In some places, it still happens. Even in societies like Korea, being homosexual isn't "illegal," but you could lose your job if your boss finds out. I follow a YouTuber from Spain who does vlogs about his life in Korea, and he's gay. He has to keep his relationship with his boyfriend secret because his Korean boyfriend could lose his job and family if people found out.

It's extremely sad that people can't live their lives proudly and loudly because of this, but it's a reality even nowadays. So, I don't really think being open about your sexual orientation if you're not a cis heterosexual person would be safe inside the walls.

Now, do I think that AoT characters are homophobic? No. The only characters that come to mind who might be openly homophobic, based on the vibes they give me (not on panels or canon proof, just my feelings), are Folch, Porco, Zackly (because he's an old man), and Zeke. Zeke would probably pretend that he doesn't care but be really homophobic deep down and maybe even use it against someone.

The rest, I don't feel they would be homophobic. Maybe they would make some uncool comments, but mostly out of ignorance rather than hate, like maybe Jean. On the other hand, I do feel like they wouldn't have a 2024 approach to the topic, especially the men. I'm not saying women can't be homophobic, but historically, women and homosexuals have had a more "ally" relationship.

I think this is also due to misogyny. I can see AoT guys being like, "Yeah, we're cool with it… as long as I'm not the one that guy is into," or "As lond as nobody thinks I AM gay," which is a very usual approach for men. They fear other men being into them because men are deep down scared of being treated or seen as they treat women. Men often see gay men as "lacking masculinity," which has nothing to do with it but is usually correlated for heterosexual men. Especially in military settings, barracks, shared showers, locker talks, etc., men are supposed to be "men's environments." Particularly in the scouts, as they are all outcasts of society and very few in number. If they got picky about who they decided to get involved with, they would halve their numbers.

In conclusion, I feel like most of the AoT characters wouldn't mind at all. They might not be open about their sexuality because of societal prejudice, but their opinion about it wouldn't be as "supportive" as many of us are these days.

Thank you so much for your ask! I hope this somehow answers the question!

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genderqueerdykes · 9 months ago

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as someone who has been scarred for life by experiences at gay bars, i need people to understand it's beyond tacky to mock people who want queer spaces beyond queer bars- it's dangerous.

let me explain. i went to 2 of my local queer bars a lot last year, as much as i was able to despite being poor. i witnessed a fist fight that was so bloody that ended up with a transmisogynistic drag queen getting hit in the head with a metal baton. the sight caused me to uncontrollably throw up in the bathroom of the club because of how gruesome it was. they had to close down the club and forard people out the back door because of how out of hand this person got- he was screaming transmisogynstic slurs and phrases at the bouncers were were transfem.

i was also sexually assaulted at these places, i was repeatedly groped by several people who i was not interacting with in the first place who found me attractive and decided physically grabbing me on numerous occasions was the way to get my attention. being femme in a queer bar is dangerous even if the people groping you are gay men.

i am also a recovering addict who dealt with alcohol issues in the past and could be considered a recovering alcoholic. i don't want to be around alcohol. i don't want to smell it. it triggers awful memories and also sometimes makes me consider getting a drink, but i can't have one, because the medications i take will cause a fatal reaction- i don't want to be tempted to drink, because it will kill me.

it's not right to mock someone or call them childish or whatever for not wanting to go to a club. whenever alcohol is involved, people's inhibitions are gone and they will do whatever. this includes fighting. i witnessed several other fights. just because it's a queer bar doesn't mean there won't be fights. and it especialyl doesn't m ean that you won't get groped or assaulted because, like i said, since alcohol is involved and it's a bar, there's a high chance this can and will happen.

queer people are not inherently safe angels to be around by virtue of being queer. there are still transphobes in queer bars. tranny chasers come to these bars. homophobic lesbians show up and lesbophobic gay men show up. drag queens and performers bring their cishet friends and family to support their shows. these are not perfect havens. they are not safe. we should not force other queers to interact with inherently dangerous spaces if these are supposed to be our safe spaces.

also these spaces are not friendly to people with disabilities; wheelchair users have nowhere to go especially when it's very crowded. other mobility aids get kicked and knocked over. neurodivergent people can get overstimulated by the deafening music very quickly. photosensitive people can have seizures due to the strobing lights. people with emetophobia like me run the risk of running into those types of triggers. people who are overstimulated by intoxicated people have no choice but to deal with it. dancing is one of the only activities to do other than drink and not many disabled (or even abled) people can dance for extended periods of time comfortably.

not to mention these spaces are not geared toward aromantic or asexual people at all, either. there is a long list of reasons why bars should not be our primary venues of interaction with one another. they serve a specific purpose- for people who want to cruise- but for the rest of us, it's really crucial that we have spaces that provide meaningful interactions with other queers on other levels of our identities.

some people just want to hang out with other queers in a quiet environment and craft, or shop, or drink coffee, or read books together, or just about any other activity on planet earth, and that's not "lame" or "cringy" or bad in any way- these are extremely normal and necessary parts of human interaction that we all require and crave and it's normal to want to do healthy, domestic things with other queers. we need this in our lives.

please take it seriously when people attempt to create queer spaces that don't involve alcohol and bars. it's necessary for our survival and well being as a community.

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late-to-the-party-81 · 1 month ago

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Rabbits have teeth

AN: It’s taken me a while to get here, but here’s another instalment of our kidnapped penthouse wife and her three soft dark! Lovers. This part actually includes plot, which harks back to Loyaulte me lie, but don’t worry, there’s still smut.

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Summary: There’s something that’s got your three captors men worried, but they won’t tell you what it is, distracting you the only way they know how whenever you ask. When all becomes clear, how will you react?

Relationship: Soft! Dark! Steve x Soft! Dark! Bucky x Soft! Dark! Sam x Reader (Bunny)

Word Count: 3.3k

CW: Dub Con (due to universe), Stockholm syndrome, Explicit sexual content, Free use, Cum marking, references to rough sex, mild degradation, oral sex (m receiving), spanking, face slapping, super-soldier refractory period, Canon typical violence, Gun use, Minor character death.

Things had been relatively quiet since Steve’s outburst a few weeks ago, something you’d been glad off, but it was inevitable that it wouldn’t stay like that for long.

Your three captors men were out - you didn’t know where because they hadn’t said and you hadn’t asked - and you were busying yourself with some baking in the kitchenette. They’d only been gone an hour, so you weren’t expecting them back yet, especially as it wasn’t like you could leave with the biometric locks in place, so it was startling when the door careened opened, bouncing off the wall. Steve stalked through, dragging Bucky behind him with an iron grip on his right bicep. Bucky was obviously not too put-out, otherwise he would have dug his heels in.

Neither of them spoke, just headed off to one of their bedrooms as you looked on, confused. Sam followed them through the door, pulling off his goggles and shedding his wing pack, dumping them down without ceremony. He crossed over to you, a serious look on his face.

“Sam? What’s going o-.” He moved behind you, as silent as the other two had been, and pushed you down and over the counter. His fingers, callused and rough, pushed up your robe and probed between your legs. Unsurprisingly, you were wet - a combination of the load that Bucky had deposited in you first thing this morning and the fact that your body seemed to be fully attuned to your situation, experiencing a Pavlovian style response to being touched by any (or all) of the three of them.

Without preamble, he freed himself from his tac suit and sunk into your cunt, his hips pressing up against your ass, before starting up a leisurely pace, an arm curled almost tenderly around your waist. Your own hands gripped the counter and your throat let out pleasured moans and sighs, sounds that were stark in comparison to what you could hear coming from the other room. Bucky’s cries, which didn’t sound quite as ecstasy filled as your own, rang out through the apartment.

“It’s not like I don’t like it rough,” Sam commented, unprompted. “I do, but there’s a difference between rough and rough, yanno?” He ground against you and you let out an unrestrained moan as you nodded. “At least with there being two of them, they can take their frustrations out on each other and be healed by tomorrow. And you can keep me company until neither of us need to fear for our unenhanced bodies.”

“But what’s gotten Steve so mad?” you asked tentatively between Sam’s thrusts. His hand trailed down from your waist to where the pair of you were joined, his fingers toying with your clit.

“‘S nothin’ for you to concern yourself with, baby. You just keep doing what you do best. Take our cocks and make us feel good. It’s nice knowing you aren’t burdened with the things we are.”

He pulled you upright, pinning your back to his chest, and your head fell back onto his shoulder. His lips found your throat, his short beard scratching over the delicate skin as he sucked and nipped, hips still thrusting. You knew he was trying to distract you, and damn if he wasn’t doing a good job of it. You tightened around him as your pleasure built, his deft fingers driving you higher, until you clenched down hard, your body tensing as wave after wave of pleasure washed over you.

You were still dizzy from it when Sam turned you both away from the counter and pushed you down onto all fours on the kitchen floor. He immediately followed you down, sinking right back into you and pounding your cunt with a speed that made your teeth rattle as you clawed at the tiles.

“Yeah, you like it rough too, don’t you, bunny?” With a crack he spanked at your bare ass and then grabbed cruelly at the heated flesh, causing you to wail at a loud enough volume to challenge Bucky in the other room.

With a grunt, and a final few thrusts, he spilled into you, withdrawing at the last moment to pump twice over your warmed backside.

“Fucking beautiful. Stay like that for a bit, baby. I wanna admire my handiwork.”

You settled down on your forearms, naked ass still in the air and tried not to think about what you must look like with cum over your ass and dribbling out of your pussy.

The next morning you woke to the sound of the front door closing, and the muffled voices of Steve and Sam conversing with someone you didn’t recognise. Was it a woman?

Climbing carefully out of bed you tiptoed across the bedroom and opened the door. However, you only managed to see through the thin gap for a few seconds before it was quickly pushed closed. All you saw was the back of Steve’s head and a flash of red hair.

“Нет, Банни. Это не для тебя. Возвращайся в постель.”

Bucky’s right hand held the door shut, but his left arm had snaked around your waist, his cool fingers splayed over your stomach. You twisted in his grip to pout up at him.

“I don’t want to go back to bed. Who is that? No-one ever visits here.”

“Никто не важен.”

He bent down to capture your lips, but you pressed a hand against his chest.

“Not important? Bullshit. I know something’s going on. And I deserve to know what.”

With superhuman speed, Bucky grasped your jaw in his right hand and gave your head a little jerk.

“Перестань быть своевольный и делай то, что тебе говорят”

You scowled at him, not doing anything to combat his accusation of your brattiness, but he just scowled back before picking you up and crossing back over to the bed. He’d been with you last night, fucking you to exhaustion, before pulling you close in a surprisingly sweet way and holding you as you’d slept. However, he obviously wasn’t done with you because when he put you down he pushed you to your knees.

Bucky didn’t need to say anything. Even if you were unused to his and the others habits and wants, his semi erect cock, two inches from your face was more than enough instruction for you. You placed your hands on his thighs, feeling the rough hair under your palms, and took him into your mouth.

You looked up at him and felt a surge of pride at the way his breath caught in his throat, before his hands came to rest on your head and he started to thrust into your wet warmth.

He started slow, like always, savouring the feeling of coming to full hardness inside your mouth, but in no time at all he was abusing your throat, forcing you to take the full length of him until your eyes watered and your head spun, before pulling back to allow air to rush into your tortured lungs.

Your pussy gushed with arousal, and you still hated yourself for getting off on being treated like this - for accepting the safety and shelter these three men could provide and paying them back with your body and pliancy. The old you would be furious at your acquiescence, but she’d probably also be dead.

Above you, Bucky was letting out those small noises that signalled he was nearing his orgasm, so you pulled out all the stops, pressing your tongue to the underside of his cock and moving one of your hands to fondle his balls and press up behind them. When he pulled back to let you breathe, you dragged as much air into your lungs as possible, knowing this would be the last chance you’d get until he came. You had no wish to pass out this early in the morning.

His hips snapped, piston-like, as he fucked your face, and there were dark spots clouding your vision when he eventually came with a shout, spilling down your throat. The world came back into focus as he withdrew slowly, slate-blue eyes fixed on the ribbons of spit and cum that joined the pair of you as they stretched and then snapped.

The super soldier serum gave both him and Steve extreme endurance and short refractory periods, so the fact that Bucky’s cock was still fully hard was no surprise to you. His gaze shifted to you, almost dispassionately, before he sat down on the edge of the bed.

“Сидеть. Ехать.” he commanded, and you pulled yourself up with your grip on his broad thighs. Two steps and you were straddling his lap, then with a change of grip, you were sinking down onto his cock, letting your eyes roll back as you enjoyed the stretch and the feeling of fullness.

A gentle, at least for him, slap to your cheek brought you out of your pleasured stupor, and you began to lever yourself up and down. Bucky’s hands curled around your hips, gripping tightly, and you couldn’t hold back a moan at his domineering treatment. Your own hands took hold of his shoulders, allowing you to move easier and he ducked his head to suck and bite meanly at your breasts.

Your cunt fluttered, your engorged clit rubbing against the rough thatch of hair at the base of him, and more salacious moans fell from your lips until you came with a loud cry.

In response, the least communicative of your lovers took over, his hands now moving you atop him, using you like a living cock sleeve until he too came with a grunt and ragged cry.

As you drifted off, your sweat covered body plastered to his, you realised he’d successfully distracted you from whatever was going on, out in the main part of the apartment.

A few days later you were enjoying one of those rare times where none of the men were making use of you, and you were sitting on the sofa, legs curled under you, as you read a book. You hadn’t realised how much you’d missed reading until you’d been brought here and it became one of the few hobbies you could indulge in.

It was mid afternoon, and Steve and Sam had been out for most of the morning - some kind of meeting as they hadn’t gone in their full tac gear, although it hadn’t escaped you that Steve had still taken his shield. Bucky had taken you to the bathroom, and made you warm his cock in the deep tub as you’d washed his hair. Afterwards he’d risen straight up with you in his arms, water streaming off the pair of you, and wedged you against the wall, fucking up into you until you’d both come twice. You’d then both settled down for a nap, and that’s where you’d left him - snoozing away, looking almost innocent - when you’d woken up an hour ago.

When you’d made your way into the lounge you’d noticed that the other two must be back - the Shield was hung up by the door, and both their pairs of shoes had been discarded. They must have been in the other bedrooms, either separate or together, but if they’d wanted you, they would have come looking.

You were two chapters down when Steve appeared. He smiled gently at you, although it didn’t meet his eyes, before he came to join you, settling down onto the sofa cushions and letting out a sigh. Instinctively, you put your book to the side and your hands moved to his fly, but he halted you, by capturing both your wrists in one of his hands.

“No,” he said, and you cocked your head at him, searching his face for an explanation. “Believe it or not,” he continued with a wry chuckle, placing your hands back on your own lap, “I don’t always want to have sex.”

“Could have fooled me,” you replied, teasingly.

“Yeah, I deserve that. But in my defence, I am sharing a space with three very attractive people. You can’t blame me. However, I would like to hold you, if that’s alright.”

“You’ve never asked my permission before.” Your censuring response left your mouth unbidden, but you still climbed into his lap, allowing him to wrap his thick arms around you. He buried his face into your neck, breathing you in.

“Hmph…” was Steve’s own reply before he lapsed into silence. You cradled his head and stroked his hair as you let your mind wander. This was totally new territory for the pair of you. Both Sam and Bucky had their affectionate moments with you, but Steve was far more stand-offish. Was this change in behaviour linked to whatever it was that they didn’t want you to know about? Was their reticence to tell you linked to a need to protect you, or because they still didn’t trust you? In truth, the latter was a fair consideration. You were still confused yourself, constantly torn between fully accepting your new life and wanting to escape your gilded cage because it was still a cage.

“Steve-.” You’d decided to voice your concerns, hopefully use this quiet moment to get some answers, but suddenly the door burst open, a group of what appeared to be guards or soldiers flooding in, followed by a tall man in a black trench coat, a shaved, bald head and an eye patch. Before Steve could put you aside and stand, three guns were pointed at him.

There were loud shouts, and Bucky and Sam skidded in from the bedrooms on opposite sides of your apartment, the former still naked, but seemingly uncaring of that fact. Multiple guns were also trained on them in an instant, and both of the men flashed Steve a look. He replied by holding up a cautioning hand, halting them although they still stood tensed and ready to fight.

The man in the coat stalked forward. “And there I was, thinking that you’d lost all sense, Rogers.”

Steve’s arms tightened around you, pulling you even closer. “Fury,” he said in acknowledgment, but there was clearly no deference in his tone.

“I’m not a stupid man. I know what you’ve been planning, and have decided it’s time to remind you who’s in charge here.”

“Any planning was only as a direct response to attempts to hurt me and mine, Director. I don’t like bullies, remember.”

Fury snorted and moved even closer, absolutely confident in the fact he had the upper hand.

“That’s rich, you know that? So narcissistic that you don’t even realise you’ve become the thing you profess to hate.”

You could feel the tension in Steve’s body, and you felt a frisson of fear, something you hadn’t felt so keenly since the day you’d been taken.

“And let’s face it, Captain, if I did want to hurt you, I’d go after the weakest link in your little pack.” He stopped right in front of you, looking down at you with condescension. “You leave her here, alone, for hours on end, while you're out, plotting your take over. I could have hit you hardest at any point I wanted. Why go after the highly trained and the super-powered when there’s an easier, softer target.”

You ground your teeth and glared up at the person who was apparently in charge of the entire conclave. Steve, Bucky and Sam may have kidnapped you, may have heavily persuaded you to take your place within their relationship, but they had never treated you as less because of your apparent physical weakness. And this man - Fury - didn’t seem to have really thought about what your life had been like before you were brought here - how you’d survived in the outland for as long as you had. You may look weak and were undoubtedly not a match to any of them, even Sam, but you weren’t a wilting flower to be easily trampled.

You glanced around, properly taking in the scene, the placement of soldiers relative to you and your lovers. It was them who were targeted. Not a single gun was trained upon you, non-threatening as you apparently were.

“So,” Steve asked tersely, “Where does that leave us? Where do we go from here?”

“You? Well you go nowhere. You, Barnes and Wilson stay right here, drowning in pools of your own blood. If you’re not going to respect the chain of command, then I’m going to remove you from it. As for me, I’m leaving with this sweet thing in tow. Looks like she’d be good breeding stock and she’s already broken in.”

You were moving before Steve could flinch, a snarl on your lips. “Not fucking likely!” You reached forward, under Fury’s coat to the pistol holstered at his hip. Your thumb flipped the safety and you pulled the trigger as you pressed the muzzle against his ribcage, angled slightly upwards. “Softer target, my ass.”

Fury’s mouth dropped open in shock and for a moment nobody moved, and then he coughed, blood welling up out of his mouth and he dropped to the floor.

Steve twisted on the sofa, sending you careening to the side, rolling over the arm and onto the floor in a tangle of your own limbs, the pistol still in your hand. The sound of gunfire filled the air, and the pained sounds of people being hit. However amongst that were also the sounds of bullets ricocheting off metal - presumably Bucky’s left arm and Steve’s shield - you knew both Sam and Bucky could use it, because the three often talked tactics on an evening, you sitting on one of their laps or on your knees between a set of thick thighs.

As the sounds of fighting died down, the reality of what you’d done began to sink in. You’d killed the leader of the New York Conclave. The director of Shield and de facto overseer of the Avengers. Your hands began to shake and the gun rattled in your grasp.

“Hey. Bunny. It’s alright.” A large hand came down over the one that had a deathgrip on the pistol, steadying it, before the other hand eased it from you. You looked up, wide-eyed into Steve’s cerulean gaze. He smiled down at you, a true smile this time. “You did it, sweetheart. You saved us all. We’re so proud of you. Come on, up you get.”

Steve helped to pull you to your feet from down the side of the couch, and you took in the scene around you. There was blood and bodies everywhere, including tell-tale splatters over the three men. You even saw some on the edge of the shield, now held in Bucky’s loose grip. Your legs buckled and bile rose up in your throat. Immediately, Steve swept you up and he strode over the corpses towards his bedroom.

“Sam,” he said over his shoulder. “Call Nat and Barton. Tell them it finally happened and get them to help clean up. Quietly. We’ll need to meet with Tony, Pepper and Rhody in the morning, but we need to look after our girl first. I’ll run her a bath while you take out the trash, then you can both join us.” He returned his gaze to you. “You’re truly our equal now, sweetheart. And when we take over the running of this place in the next few days, you’ll be the most powerful woman here.” He ducked his head and captured your lips in a passionate kiss. “First though, we’re going to show you how grateful we are, and ruin you again in the process. Our fierce bunny.”

Bucky says

Нет, Банни. Это не для тебя. Возвращайся в постель. - No, Bunny. That is not for you. Come back to bed

Никто не важен. - No one important.

“Перестань быть своевольный и делай то, что тебе говорят. - Stop being bratty, and do what you’re told.

Сидеть. Ехать. - Sit. Ride.

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illfoandillfie · 3 days ago

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Imperfect

Pairing: Ben Hardy x Reader

Summary: Ben comes home after being away for a while but the celebration you anticipated doesn't go quite how you thought it would.

Words: 4,191

Warnings: smut, references to periods, oral sex (m and f receiving), gagging (not in a sexy way), P in V sex, sex toys, things don't go according to plan.

A/N: I think this one was inspired by a porn blog i followed (since deleted i think??) who wrote a post about seeing her long distance bf and everything going wrong and i just couldn't shake the idea.

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“You can’t say stuff like that when I’m so close to my period,” you whined, thankful you were alone in your flat so no one would see your blush, “You know how horny I get.” “Well if you get off tonight you really should tell me about it. In detail.” Ben replied and you could only imagine his cheeks were flushed too, especially after the filth he’d just come out with. “Actually, I’ve got a minute now if you wanna...phone sex is hot.” You laughed, “You might have time but, unfortunately, I do not. Rach’ll be here in a min.” “Not even for one little wank? I promise I’ll be fast. Been so long since I’ve had you that just the word cunt is giving me a stiffy.” “I’ll make it up to you tomorrow when you get home. Promise.” “How?” There was the sound of shuffling fabric under the word. “Stop trying to start phone sex, I’m about to go out!” “Who said I was starting anything. I gave you a list of things I’ve been thinking about doing to you and I wanna know which you fancy most. If I was tossing off while you told me, whats the harm?” “You’re terrible.” “Doubt you’ll think so tomorrow. And I hope you spend the night thinking about everything I said, I want you wet when I get there so I can be in you sooner.” “Believe me, I wont stop thinking about it.” “Neither,” Ben groaned. “Are you seriously touching yourself?” “Yeah,” he voice was breathier than before, “I got my cock out when I thought you’d be down for a quickie and it was too hard to just leave it. You’ve got a sexy voice.” A car horn tooted and, peeking out the window, you could see your friend Rachel waving from her car. You waved back and turned to grab your bag, “She’s here, I gotta go.” “Your loss.” Ben paused for a moment, letting out a series of fake, but no less arousing, moans, followed by a much more real grunt, “See you tomorrow.” “Can’t wait, I love you.” “I love you too.” “I’ll be waiting for you in bed. Naked.” Ben groaned just before you hung up, giggling to yourself.

You weren’t actually in bed when Ben arrived home the following afternoon. Neither were you fully naked, but Ben wasn’t too disappointed. Laying on the couch in only a bra and one of his shirts was close enough, and somehow more erotic. “Fuck I’ve missed you,” he said as he dropped his bags where he stood. You pushed yourself to your knees as he swooped in to kiss you, pulling you tight into his arms and then manoeuvring you onto his lap. It felt like you could breathe again as you wrapped your arms around his neck, though if anything the fierce kissing made it harder. Ben groaned against your lips as your rocked in place, his already semi hard cock trapped within the confines of his jeans. His hands wandered under your shirt and up to your breasts, giving them a quick squeeze over your bra, though stopping when you hissed through your teeth. “Sorry, my period’s due tomorrow and my boobs are still really sore.” “Shit, sorry babe. Do you want me to stop touching them?” “No, it’s okay, just no squeezing or anything too hard y’know.” “This better?” He asked, rubbing over your nipples with his thumbs as he gently cupped your boobs. “Mmm, yeahs thats good.” Ben smiled against your lips as he kissed you again, still carefully toying with one nipple as his other hand slid down to your hip. He gave you a brief squeeze, the motion of it encouragement to keep rubbing against him as he hardened under you. A particularly well timed roll of your hips made Ben whimper against your lips. “So hard already?” you asked, following the words with a kiss to the corner of his mouth, and then another proper one full on the lips. “Mmhmm,” Ben hummed, his fingers tangled in your hair as he kissed you back, eagerly parting his lips for your tongue. “I’m flattered,” you chuckled breathily after another minute, Ben’s lips now on your neck, both hands roaming down to your arse as if checking he remembered what all of you felt like. “Told you I’d missed you. Have you missed me?” You reached between your bodies, readjusting a little so you could undo his fly and help free his cock, “Should I show you just how much?” “Yeah,” he panted as you palmed his hard length, “Bedroom?” “Not yet baby. Missed you so much I don’t think I can wait that long. Need you in my mouth right now.” At that you slipped off his lap, lowering yourself to the floor. Ben helped to remove his pants before spreading his legs so you could wiggle into a comfortable position between them. It was a position you loved being in and one you’d been sorely missing while Ben had been away, so you weren’t inclined to tease him too much as you took his length in your hand, stoking him a few times to make sure he was truely hard. Ben was panting even before you’d lowered your heard and you were eager to hear more. His moans were fun over the phone but nowhere near as pretty as hearing them from above you while you licked and sucked his cock.

Ben was clearly enjoying everything you were doing, his panting turning to gasps and groans as you finally wrapped your lips around his head. It was impossible to supress the hum of satisfaction as you revelled in having him this way again, gradually letting yourself sink further down his shaft. His hand was resting on the top of your head, helping to guide you but mostly giving him something to tug on as you stroked what your lips hadn’t yet reached. You gagged a little as you readjusted to his size, but thankfully Ben found that as hot as anything else you’d done, letting out a loud moan as you brought yourself back up to take a few breaths before taking him in again. “Fuck babe,” he grunted, “Gonna make me cum,” You hummed again, pressing yourself down further, desperate to prove him right. But it had been a while since you’d last blown him and in your eagerness you rushed things a bit much. It was badly timed, pushing yourself to take more of him as his hips bucked at the feeling of your mouth. You gagged again but this time weren’t able to draw back as fast and so the one gag was followed by another and then another before you could manage to pull back and force yourself to breathe. It was uncomfortable, making your stomach lurch and your throat sting. And you couldn’t imagine it had looked or sounded particularly sexy when it felt so bad, not even with the string of saliva clinging to Ben’s cock and your lip. “Woah, babe, you okay?” Ben asked, his hand moving suddenly from your hair to instead rub your back. You nodded, swallowing back the acid reflux in your throat as you tried to breathe normally. “Let’s switch it up,” you said when you finally felt able to talk, “Bedroom?” “Are you still up to it? We can stop.” “No, no, I really fucking want to. I just need a glass of water first.” Ben leaned forward to kiss you briefly, “Probably good I didn’t cum then, huh. More for your needy cunt.” You whimpered at the growl in his voice, the unexpected interruption not enough to dowse your desire.

Once you’d had some water you made your way to the bedroom, finding Ben already stretched out in the bed, cock in hand. “Was worried you were gonna leave me to sort myself out,” he joked with a grin, laying back a little so you could clearly see just how hard he was. With a laugh you hurried to join him, pulling the shirt you wore off as you went. Before you’d even properly climbed in beside him, Ben’s hands were on your waist tugging you in close, and he was kissing you again. You managed to manoeuvre yourself so you were straddling him again, his cock pressing against your cunt in a way that made your stomach flip with excitement. “You want help with that bra or d’you wanna leave it on?” Ben asked against your throat, his finger toying with the clasp. “Umm, leave it. Don’t want any other distractions right now, just need you.” Ben dipped his head to kiss the top of your breast, his hands slipping further down your sides, and before you’d even registered the change he was gripping you tight and rolling you under him. You let out a surprised little sound, though you were soon distracted as Ben kissed you again, his hand moving between your legs. You were wet enough that his fingers slipped into you easily, a groan falling from his lips as he pressed them deeper. “Babe if I don’t fuck you soon, I’m gonna make a right mess of these sheets.” You laughed and nodded, eager to feel him fill you properly, though you were also aware you weren’t really properly ready. So you told Ben to get the lube to make things a little easier.

He was quick about it, moving no further away from you than was absolutely necessary to reach into his bedside table. You bit your lip as you watched him shift to his knees and stroke lube along his cock, his tip so flushed it looked painful. But moments later he was pushing your legs wider so he could better observe as he spread lube around your hole, watching as his fingers disappeared into you. “Now Benny, please,” you whined, unable to withstand waiting much longer. Your breath caught as he settled on top of you, your legs spreading wider to accommodate him as he lined himself up and pressed into you. He went slowly, which you appreciated because it meant the stretch was easier to handle than if he’d rushed it, but you suspected he was thinking more about how close he was. His hips stuttered a few times and he had to pause once to let out a long breath, eyes squeezed shut as he tried to keep his composure. It was a little torturous, knowing he was so much closer than you, feeling him move so slowly when you wanted friction, but it was hot too. Knowing he was willing himself to last longer just for you, and that he was only so close because you felt so good around his cock, that was a rush. It made you want to touch him more, to really test his stamina. You grabbed Ben’s arse with one hand, fingers pressing hard against his soft skin which just made Ben groan, his hips jolting a little at the unexpected touch. “Babe you have to give me a second,” he whimpered, “I’m so fucking close.” You just laughed, “You don’t have to try and wait, Benny, I love when you cum in me. Just try and fuck me a little too, okay?” Ben nodded as he let you guide him into another kiss, his brows knitted together as he tried to hold back anyway. But he did rock into you, his pace uneven, groaning on every stroke. You let your hand slip down to your clit since Ben was already focusing on so much, moaning at the combination of sensations. But, as much as it was working for you, it was even more effective for Ben. A sudden clench was all it took. “Je-Jesus, fuck, sorry,” Ben managed to grunt as he held himself inside you, his orgasm making him moan. You didn’t mind that he’d finished so quick. It wasn’t as if it was unexpected, and you did love the feeling, and it was nice when he collapsed onto you afterwards, but it was a little disappointing none the less so you decided you should tease him a little anyway. After a few quiet moments as Ben caught his breath you said, “Well at least you sounded pretty,” “Fuck I’m sorry honey,” he groaned against your throat, “I really tried.” “I know you did,” you rubbed his back, “I guess my pussy’s just too good.” “Oh it is,” he said earnestly, pushing himself up a little so he could see you properly, “But I’ll make it up to you.” “Oh yeah? How?” The soft pout he’d been using slipped into a cocky grin as he unentangled himself from you. Your breath hitched a little as he slipped out of you but he quickly made up for it, scooting down the bed so he could lie between your legs. “Oh I see,” you laughed, relaxing back against the pillows as his lips latched onto your clit.

Ben was very good at eating you out. He’d done it on your second date, which was partly why you’d agreed to a third, and had only improved in the years you’d been together. But it was extremely hot when he ate you out after he’d already cum in you. It felt so filthy, especially because he was so talkative about it, telling you how much he loved seeing his cum dribble out of you, how seeing it made him want to cum into you again and again. He fingered you as he spoke, but his mouth was never far away, so you could feel his breath as he moaned about how good you tasted together, how he could eat you out for hours if you’d only let him. And then you’d gasp as he sucked at you again, his fingers steadily thrusting into you as he licked up your wetness and his cum, toying with your clit in the best way. The bonus of having Ben go down on you was that he was getting turned on again to. You liked to watch him sometimes, when he was too preoccupied to notice, pushing yourself up on your elbows to better see him buried between your thighs. But when you saw him rubbing himself against the bed, seeking out any little pleasure as he revelled in licking your cunt, you dropped back to the pillow with a moan. He clearly took the sound as encouragement, becoming somehow more enthusiastic, his touch firmer, his own hums and moans more frequent. There had been a lot of build up – just being apart and missing him, and all the things he’d said on the phone to work you up, and the joy of finally being able to touch him and kiss him and take him – so Ben had no difficulties in bringing you to the edge and drawing you over it. Your legs tightened around his head but he barely seemed to notice, so intent on prolonging your pleasure and so desperate not to let a drop of your release go to waste. You ended up needing to tug on his hair as you whined for him to stop, your clit becoming oversensitive as he continued to touch it. Though when he looked up at you, pouting a little at being made to stop, chin glistening and hair all over the place, you were so struck by how hot he looked, you nearly pushed him back down and let him keep going.

“How was that?” Ben asked as he moved to lie his head beside yours on the same pillow. You didn’t bother with words, letting out a satisfied hum as you stretched a little. Ben just chuckled and pulled you into another kiss. He had started to harden again while he was going down on you, but it was too soon for either of you to be properly ready for more so, for a little while, you just lay there and talked. There were a few soft kisses in between but mostly it was just nice to catch up on things you’d missed while he was away, Ben playing with your fingers or pressing his nose into your neck so his voice was muffled and your skin tingled with his breath. You ended up laying perpendicular to him, across the width of the bed, your head resting on his stomach as you laughed at something stupid together. It was whilst you were lying there that you turned your head the other way and saw Ben’s semi had grown. “Can’t even talk to a mostly naked girl without getting hard,” you tutted jokingly. “What can I say, that bra makes your boobs look phenomenal. And I didn’t really get to fuck you before.” “Just stuck it in and came straight away.” you laughed. “Very pathetic, I know,” he chuckled, “Especially after telling you all that stuff yesterday." You snorted at the reminder, and moved your hand to wrap around his shaft, “Lucky for you I’m willing to give you another shot.” Ben groaned at your touch but quickly stopped you, “How do you want it? From behind? You always cum easy like that.” You agreed quickly, already pushing yourself up, eager to feel him in you properly.

Ben didn’t disappoint. His grasp was firm as he gripped your hip with one hand, using the other to guide himself into your cunt. Though he also thought it was funny to stop once he was situated and pretend to cum instantly. You rolled your eyes at the joke and told him to pop a Viagra if he had to. He just laughed as slid his now free hand over your arse and up to your hip, holding your tight as he gave a quick thrust. It soon became very apparent that the little blue pill was unnecessary. He took his time building into a steady rhythm, finding a pace that worked for both of you. You moaned as you finally got to feel him properly, his length stroking against your walls so perfectly that you couldn’t help but moan. Every now and again he’d add in an unexpected thrust, maybe a little harder than the others, maybe just out of time with what you were expecting. You’d gasp at the surprise but it never failed to make you clench around him, which in turn made Ben from grunt behind you. On one particular rough thrust, you let yourself collapse a little, your arms folding under you, so you were panting into the bedding as Ben held your hips in place and continued to pound into you, not immediately switching back to the previous pace he’d set. You stayed like that for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of being properly fucked, though you soon realised Ben was reaching his peak faster than you were. With a little effort you managed to slip you hand down to rub your clit. Ben did his best to help stimulate you too, grabbing and squeezing your arse, even toying with your arsehole a little, spitting on it and rubbing around it. And it did help, a bit. You were getting closer, just not fast enough, and not as fast as Ben. “You gotta cum babe,” he panted, his steady strokes slipping out of time. “I can’t Benny,” you whined, pressing harder against your clit, getting desperate. Ben lasted another couple of minutes but there was only so long he could hold out. He moaned as he came. Once again you felt that mix of disappointment (more acutely this time since you’d been closer than before) and pleasure at how good it felt when Ben came in you. And once again, Ben was apologising. “It’s okay Benny,” you said, rolling over onto your back so Ben could settle on top of you, “Just means we have to go again as soon as you can manage it.” He laughed and nodded, stifling a small yawn, “Well that shouldn’t take long.”

He was sort of right. A couple of minutes to recover, a little dirty talk to speed up the process, and half of a porn video pulled up on your phone, and he was ready to go again. You suggested that you’d be on top this time and he eagerly agreed. Unfortunately, that mornings travel and the two orgasms he’d already had seemed to be taking a toll. Ben was clearly exhausted, his cock softening unexpectedly as you were trying to ride him. His cheeks coloured pink as he realised he wasn’t stiff anymore, “Shit, sorry, give me another min.” You lifted yourself off and Ben worked on stroking himself back up, the slick left over from your cunt making his fist glide along his shaft. “There we go,” he groaned, fully hard once more. You sank down once more, sighing happily at being so full again. But before long you felt his erection soften again. “Maybe I do need that Viagra,” Ben frowned. Carefully shifting from his lap, you lay down beside Ben and stroked his hair, “No honey, you’re probably just worn out. It’s okay.” You were going to say more but you cut yourself off when you caught sight of Ben’s cock. “Shit, Ben, are you bleeding?” “Wha-?” He sat up, both of you examining his now very soft dick. You grabbed him, perhaps a little harder than you meant to if his sudden sharp inhale was anything to go by, to try and see where the blood was coming from when you realised what it meant and started laughing. “What’s so funny?” Ben asked nervously. “You’re not bleeding. I am. My period started.” “Oh thank Christ.” You groaned partly because you knew you’d have to get up and find underwear and go to the toilet and you didn’t really feel like getting out of bed, and partly because it would have been nice on Ben’s cock but he clearly wasn’t up to it and by the time he was you’re period would probably have killed your mood. But then an idea came to you. “What if I used one of my toys?” If Ben were a dog, his ears would have pricked up. You absently drew your finger along his thigh, “You can watch and talk to me and touch me and just generally help me get off, and I’ll still get to cum how I wanted to but on a dildo instead of a real dick.” “I’ll be so helpful.” You laughed at Ben’s eagerness, “Can you start by getting me a towel? I know my periods just started so it shouldn’t be too messy but I’d rather not risk staining the sheets.” By the time Ben got back, still naked, holding two folded towels so you could choose, you’d grabbed out the toy and found some clothes to put on afterwards. And once you’d spread out the towel and gotten comfortable, Ben kept being helpful. He offered to lube up the dildo for you, and kissed you a lot as you eased the toy into yourself. It felt nice to be full again, but it was made all the more enjoyable by Ben’s constant stream of talk, telling you how gorgeous you looked, how on a regular day he’d be so hard just from the idea of you wanking in front of him. He kissed your neck and the tops of your breasts, ran his hands over your thighs and rubbed your clit so you could focus on fucking yourself. And when you moaned, he told you to do it again, to keep going because he loved seeing you all fucked out, even on fake cock, and he so badly wanted to see you cum. All you had to do was keep your hand steady and listen to his pretty voice. The way it got deeper as he said more, the way he groaned when you gasped out his name, his cock twitching just a little against you. He made it easy to finish. And when your grip on the toy faltered, when you lost the pace as your orgasm hit, Ben placed his hand over yours and made sure you didn’t stop fucking yourself until you were totally spent.

You collapsed back against the pillows with a satisfied sigh, Ben propping himself up on one elbow beside you. “How was that?” he asked softly, reaching over to brush some hair out of your face. “Good,” you laughed a little when you thought about it, “Not what I thought tonight would be, but still good.” Ben snorted and shifted to lie beside you properly, pulling you into his arms, “Well it’s a good thing I don’t have to go anywhere else anytime soon. Your period will give me a few days to recover and get my cock working again.” You laughed more. “And then we can work through all those ideas I mentioned on the phone.” “Sounds like a plan.” You rubbed your thumb over his cheek as you caught him in a kiss. He hummed happily against your lips, only breaking away to say, “This is pretty prefect though.”

#ben hardy x reader #ben hardy smut #ben hardy imagine #my fics #my writing #by the time you read this i'll be on my way to lunch with the fam #hope you're all having a good holiday season!

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icarusbetide · 8 months ago

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connection between wartime administration & federalist-lean?

There's an argument that wartime service and experiencing Congress' failures firsthand as Washington's aide de camp pushed Hamilton further into the ideals that would later be seen as Federalist: a national instead of state outlook, a permanent military power, and a strong, efficient government.

I was wondering if that argument can be applied on a broader scale: is there an overall connection between revolutionary wartime administration and federalist-leaning political beliefs?

I'm by no means qualified but for my own curiosity's sake, I tried to find the political inclinations of former leaders in the war as well as members of Washington's family, who arguably should have seen the same inefficiencies as Hamilton.

Major Generals:

Washington: Tried very hard to be nonpartisan, but pretty federalist when all's said and done. Especially in 2nd term as president and in last years of life Horatio Gates: Supported Jefferson's presidency, so assuming he was leaning Democratic-Republican? Henry Knox: Federalist Philip Schuyler: Federalist William Alexander, Lord Stirling: Not sure John Sullivan: Federalist, led drive in New Hampshire for Constitution's ratification Thomas Mifflin: Federalist according to Wikipedia (was also aide to GW from June to August 1775) Arthur St. Clair: Federalist. Governor of Northwest Territory, removed by Jefferson in 1802 due to political party differences. Benjamin Lincoln: Federalist, strong policies and presence in Massachusetts Thomas Conway: Unreliable source says Federalist William Moultrie: Some sites say Federalist but he had falling out with Washington because of his pro-French actions towards Genet. Possibly nonpartisan.

Washington's family (Aides, Culper, Life Guard. If they died before we can quantify as "Federalist", then not included):

Note: I tried to include length of service and timeline, arguably important (there during Valley Forge or good period?), but it's difficult in consideration of leave and such. Used Wikipedia's dates.

Edmund Randolph (August - November 75): Wiki says Federalist but I know enough about him that he was often the swinging vote in Washington's cabinet, and that he didn't sign the Constitution because he thought it too strong. Tench Tilghman (August 76 - June 80 | June 80 - Nov 83): Died in 1786. I shouldn't include him but raise a glass for our hardworking Tilghman. Robert Harrison (Nov 75 - May 76 | Military Sec May 76 - 81): Died in 1790. Wikipedia says Federalist. John Fitzgerald (Nov 76 - July 78): Couldn't find John Walker (Feb - March 77): Unreliable source says Federalist Samuel Blachley Webb (June 76 - Jan 77): Couldn't find William Grayson (Assistant Sec. July - August 76 | Aide August 76 - Jan 77): Leader of Anti-Federalist faction with Mason, Monroe, etc. died in 1790 Alexander Contee Hanson Sr. (Assistant Sec. June - Sep 76): Federalist according to Wiki Alexander Hamilton (March 77 - April 81): Is this even a question? Stephen Moylan (March 76 - June 76 | Sept. 76 - Jan 77): "Firm Federalist" according to Founders Online James McHenry (May 78 - August 80): Federalist, GW's Secretary of War in 2nd term when cabinet members were much more partisan. Richard Kidder Meade (March 77 - November 80): Couldn't find. I know that he was very close with Hamilton, which makes me think it possible that their politics had some similarities? But entirely speculation. Hodijah Baylies (May 82 - Dec 83): Federalist. According to Founders Online, Gallatin was advised against Baylies because he was a "decided and we believe a sentimental federalist”. David Cobb (June 81 - Jan 83 | June 83 - Dec 83): Wiki says Federalist Peregrine Fitzhugh (July 81 - Oct 81): Not sure if same Peregrine Fitzhugh, but in a letter to Jefferson in 1807, said: "It is true I have been called a Federalist, and feel a pride in being so: but my Federalism is firmed in those principles which dictated the correct and memorable declaration that we were all Federalists all republicans" William Stephens Smith (July 81 - June 82): Federalist (member of Congress as Federalist in 1812) David Humphreys (June 80 - Dec 83): Federalist. He was part of the Hartford Wits and wrote the poem The Anarchiad. "In 1802, Thomas Jefferson...decided to replace Humphreys...Historians speculate that Humphreys's closeness to the Federalist Party motivated Jefferson’s decisions." from Mt. Vernon Richard Varick (Aide & Priv Sec May 81 - Dec 83): Apparently Federalist and later mayor of New York Benjamin Walker (Jan 82 - Dec 83): Federalist, elected to Congress as Federalist

Caleb Gibbs (May 76 - Dec 80): Couldn't find Nathaniel Sackett: Couldn't find Benjamin Tallmadge (1778 - 1783): Federalist, part of minority in Congress during Jefferson & Madison administrations

Other aides who might've had administrative work, although I'm not sure:

Aaron Burr: Very short run with Washington, and Israel Putnam's aide. Technically Democratic-Republican, but some historians have noted his politics did not always align with a party.

James Monroe: Aide to Stirling, Republican-Democratic

Concerns:

First concern: I'm not sure if the other major generals' aides would see as much administrative work directly with Congress as Washington's aides. I'm under the impression that other generals would report to Washington, than Congress, but I'm not sure.

Second concern: I also want to add that other factors would have most definitely played a role, such as familial and economic interests, which may or may not have been influenced by the war. Still, I thought it would be an interesting exercise.

Third concern: A lot of this is very shallow research as I did not have the time or energy to really dig into all of them. Please let me know if there is any inaccurate information (even Federalist or Democratic Republican is a very broad term and I'm sure their beliefs varied).

Please let me know if you see any inaccurate information, or anyone/some branch I did not consider!

#alexander hamilton #george washington #aaron burr #the aides de camp #amrev #amrev fandom #revolutionary war

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aita-blorbos · 5 months ago

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AITA for abandoning my (non romantic!) partner of many years?

I (??M) am a distinguished, former time traveler from the 22nd century, who worked with a partner (??M). As much as I deeply care for him, he can also be quite irritating and in this case has made it clear our life paths do not align. See, even after saving the world once (though receiving no recognition), due to him running his mouth and making us look like fools in front of the Supreme Tribunal (a court for time travelers), we were banished to the current time period and were demoted from our jobs as time travelers.

We are now working at a company to dispose of alien trash. Or well, I was. Recently, I witnessed an alien abduction, a dire one. I told my partner of this, and was utterly betrayed by him not truly believing what I saw, even though it is not in my character to lie without great reason. I tried to convince him to help raid our company's armory for weapons and such as they were skeptical of my claims, but now just because we are without our time travel vehicle he suddenly wanted to take the moral high ground and focus on matters such as our rent. Our rent! The world could end and this man who has nicked weapons HIMSELF before didn’t want to listen to what I am trying to communicate to him. Not that he ever did half of the time.

Because of his choices, I had to make my own, and much in part to protect him. I erased his mind of that day's events before going rogue on my current mission to save the world and find proof the aliens are up to something hostile. He begged me not to do so, especially as we have no current methods to use time travel if something were to go wrong. I have not made any contact with him during this time and do not have any second thoughts.

While I mostly do not believe I am the ahole, I’m not sure I’d call my former partner one, but he’s definitely had some wrongdoings here. Nevertheless, when I one day write this story in my autobiography, I do have back of my mind concerns that perhaps my usage of a mind erasing device and going no contact may be frowned upon, especially for the fact I would not even be on my current mission if my former partner had not brought me back from dying hundreds of times by altering timelines (and while I truly am beyond grateful for his actions, him rambling about it was the final reason for our aforementioned banishment, as what he did was illegal). AITA?

#aita #am i the asshole #unreality

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therhythmafterthesummer · 2 years ago

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Alone Together (M) ~Lee Know

Pairing: SpacePirate!Minho x Smuggler!F.Reader Themes: Sci-Fi AU (barely) | Smut | Established Relationship (kind of) | Lovers (idiots) to Even More Lovers (affectionate) Word Count: ~8k | AO3 Synopsis: Minho was a man on the run, an outlaw. He was always getting himself into trouble, thieving and fighting against the people that perpetuated an unfair system that did nothing but bring pain to those the system considered lowly and unworthy. For his next mission, he decided to ask for help from the person he trusted most in this world, you. Warnings: star wars concepts used very loosely and probably very poorly · made up locations · mentions of slavery and morally questionable situations · the term suicide mission is used once · your honour they’re sickly in love · graphic depictions of intercourse (smut warnings under the cut).

Due to all the abovementioned warnings, this story is intended for an adult audience only. Minors please do not interact.

Author’s Note: i started watching the book of boba fett, and it seems like it’s impossible for me to watch anything star wars related without wanting to write about people boning in space. so this piece was born ! it’s incredibly self-indulgent, but i hope someone else out there gets to enjoy it too~

this was barely proof-read, so if anything sounds weird don’t hesitate to let me know lol

Smut Warnings: this is very vanilla tbh · praise · fingering [F.Rec] · protected penetration [piv].

Disclaimer: the story represented in this work does not represent Stray Kids in any way; anything described in this story and all actions performed by the characters are purely fictional, this was created just for good fun.

As an outlaw, Minho’s entire livelihood depended on him not attracting too much attention to himself, on laying low and being as stealthy as possible. Which was why it almost felt counterintuitive to be here right now, trying to get his ship caught on the radars of a cargo ship. Although, to be fair, it wouldn’t have been the first time he tried to get into this cargo ship in this exact same way, but usually he’d have a bit more preparation than this.

“Shit… Here we go. Buckle up, boys”, Minho informed his crewmates.

Their entire starcraft shook violently as the gravitational beam of the much bigger starship pulled them towards it. They were discovered almost as soon as they came close to the vessel, and Minho had honestly taken a leap of faith with this move, because this could’ve gone two ways: like it was going right now, them being pulled towards the hangar within the starship, or they could’ve been shot down on sight.

Getting within the perimeter of a smuggler ship was always dangerous, especially when done unannounced, but Minho was desperate, so he did what he had to do.

As soon as his ship was parked within the hangar, he unbuckled his safety belt, standing up and stretching his limbs. “Guys, get ready. Remember what I said, no sudden movements, no arguing, just follow my lead, okay?”

Hyunjin and Felix nodded in understanding, getting out of their seats and stretching as well, just as loud thuds started to resonate within the crammed space they called their ‘navigation room’. That was a bold claim, this ship consisted only of that navigation room, small enough to go undetected when needed, but not that good for long periods of time travelling, he’d admit.

“Open up, hands in the air!”

Minho nodded to his crewmates, and once they both lifted their arms he hit the door’s button on his console.

Four super battle droids stood right outside, with their blasters pointed right at them. Minho hadn’t seen this model of droid before, they must’ve been one of your latest acquisitions, and somehow, that thought brought a smile to his face. However, new droids meant that they wouldn’t know who he was, which also meant things could get out of hand really quickly.

“Step out!”

Minho got off the ship first, with his hands in the air as instructed, followed by Hyunjin and Felix. The droids immediately took a hold of their wrists, rather forcefully, and it made him wince.

“Hey! We’re cooperating, don’t be so harsh, jeez…” The droids completely ignored Minho, simply continuing their task of holding their wrists behind their backs and binding them together.

“Names, and what were you doing fluttering around this ship?”

“I’m Minho. These are Hyunjin and Felix”, Minho replied simply, gesturing with his head as he named his two crewmates. “We came to speak with your captain”.

“Our captain has no time to deal with stowaways”, one of the droids scoffed, pointing their blaster right to Minho’s forehead.

He couldn’t help but smirk, the words flying past his mouth before he could even think twice about them. “How can you call us stowaways when you were the ones to pull us in here?”

The droid went silent. Minho figured that if it could make facial expressions, it would’ve looked annoyed.

“It’s really important”, Minho urged. “I’m sure she’ll understand. If you’re planning on throwing us to the trash chute, don’t you think she’d like to make the call herself?”

The droid in front of him went silent again, the other three were just surrounding them, pointing their blasters at them. It was taking the droid so long to say something, Minho started to really worry that he had miscalculated how this part of the plan would go.

Ultimately, the droid lowered its weapon, and the three of them heaved a sigh of relief. “Follow me”.

The insides of the ship looked almost the same as they had last time Minho was here, save for a few changes to the corridor’s decor. How long had it been? Three months? Six? It was hard to tell these days when he was running for his life half the time.

The group of droids guided the three of them towards where Minho knew the main control room would be, where you probably would be. He should’ve been unfazed, Minho had seen you thousands of times, but somehow every single time without fail his heart would flutter, especially when so much time had passed since he last saw you.

As soon as the doors of the main control room slid open they were engulfed by the sound of clicks and clacks from the amount of droids sitting at their stations just pressing buttons. It was impressive, how you had put together this entire operation almost on your own, he couldn’t help but smile at the sight.

“Captain”, the droid spoke finally, snapping Minho out of his daze.

Ah, there you were, hunched over your desk, with your fingers flying on the touchscreen that was embedded in it. What were you doing? Planning your next course? Ensuring the safety of your routes? Checking for imperial ports in the vicinity? Minho was always curious, mostly because he was nosy. He wanted to have as much knowledge as possible at any given time, but he also just liked to hear you talk about things. He quite enjoyed hearing you speak, he’d admit.

“What is it, B2-49?” Shit, just your voice could kickstart Minho’s heartbeat. He should visit more often, the longer he spent away the more your mere existence affected him, and it was, quite honestly, inconvenient.

“The stowaways wish to speak with you”, the droid, B2-49, informed you, and you scoffed, not lifting your eyes from the screen under your fingertips for a second.

“How can you call them stowaways when we pulled them in here in the first place?”

“Took the words right out of my mouth”, Minho couldn’t help but say, grinning at you once the sound of his voice finally pulled you from your task.

Your eyes went wide as soon as you spotted him, you clearly weren’t expecting him, and Minho would lie if he said he didn’t enjoy catching you off guard, that he didn’t enjoy your attention.

Your gaze jumped from him to his two companions, and your brows furrowed. You looked at him again, right in the eyes, confusion written all over your face. “What’re you doing here?”

“Can’t I just drop by anymore?”

“You can”, you leaned back in your chair, crossing your arms over your chest. “But something tells me you’re here with a purpose”.

‘So when I come here to fuck you isn’t a purpose?’ was what Minho would’ve liked to say, because that was often why he came to your ship, but he’d always come alone. Hyunjin and Felix didn’t have to know any of that, so he kept his mouth shut. Instead, he chose to take a direct approach.

“We need a safe route to infiltrate the Antrilian quadrant”.

You scoffed, incredulousness painted all over your face. “Have you gone mad? Antrilia? Want me to get you right to the intergalactic council as well?”

Antrilia was known for hosting the biggest slave ring in the galaxy, it was heavily guarded by imperial forces, and it was Minho’s goal to bring it all down, to free every single slave in the quadrant, stealing a few prized possessions in the process–he had to get his money’s worth, of course.

It was a very personal task, considering two of his crewmates had been taken by the empire recently. Saving his friends and taking it all down wouldn’t be easy, the entire quadrant was heavily guarded, which was why he had come to you, the best, most discreet smuggler he’d ever known.

“I’m being serious”, and he was.

Minho’s entire purpose was to rid the galaxy of every single slave camp he could, that was how he met his crewmates, they formed their own guild and were now some of the most wanted men in the galaxy. Ever since he himself escaped from one of those places when he was just a kid, he made it his purpose to wreak as much havoc as possible, to bring down the system. It was dangerous, and he’d been close to dying more times than he could count, but he just couldn’t turn a blind eye to it.

You looked at him for a moment, your eyes jumping all over his face. After a while, you finally unfolded your arms to place your hands flat on the table. “Oh my Gods, you are serious. Do you have a death wish?”

Minho gave you a smile, a smug one, and you immediately brought your fingers to your temples, rubbing circles there.

“I can’t do that, Minho”, you said as soon as you seemed to realise he wasn’t going to back down.

“If there’s anyone in this galaxy that can get us there is you. I wouldn’t be asking if I didn’t truly believe that”, and Minho really meant it. Regardless of his personal connection to you, he knew you were incredibly good at your craft.

You looked at him for a few moments, quiet, pondering, he could almost see the cogs turning inside your head, and for a brief moment he wondered if you would just shoot him down completely. That was, until you spoke again.

“What’s in it for me?”

"My gratitude", Minho said in a mock tone, and you quirked a brow, almost as if you were telling him ‘be fucking serious right now’.

So he clicked his tongue, slightly annoyed that you didn’t want to play along. “The receptor of an imperial cruise with a valid code”.

Immediately, a glint of excitement appeared in your eyes,

“How did you… Get your hands on that?”

Minho shrugged. “I have my ways”.

You were silent for a while, just looking into his eyes and tapping your fingers on your desk. Minho looked right back at you, waiting for you to make your decision. This wasn’t the first time he was asking for a favour, but it was certainly the first time he was asking for something so dangerous, so he could completely understand if you didn’t want to help him. He wouldn’t have taken it to heart either way.

With a deep intake of breath, you finally stood up from your desk and walked a bit closer to the group, to stand right in front of Minho. “This is not something I can decide just now. I need some time to think about it”.

“There’s not much time, I’m afraid”, Minho gave you a genuinely apologetic smile, and you sighed, somehow sounding both defeated and annoyed.

“Quit being dramatic. I’m sure you can give me at least twenty four hours”.

“Twenty four hours sounds reasonable”.

You looked at Minho for a moment, and then looked at his crewmates. “Who are you guys?”

“Hyunjin”.

“Felix”.

Both of his crewmates introduced themselves at the same time, but you seemed to pick up their names anyway. You signalled your droids to remove their restraints, giving them both a welcoming smile. “Welcome aboard, Hyunjin and Felix”.

They simply returned your greetings, sounding immensely grateful now that they were no longer bound. You were just about to walk away when Minho cleared his throat with a frown on his face.

“Aren’t you going to untie me, too?”

You looked him up and down, and a devilish smile made its way to your lips, making the fine hairs on the back of his neck stand on end. “Why should I?”

“So you untie my friends and not me? Seems a bit biassed on your part, doesn’t it?”

You walked closer, standing so close he almost felt as if you were going to kiss him. Right there. In front of his friends. And that realisation had his heart pounding in his chest, and, even more annoyingly, it brought heat to his ears. He tried his best to not show how affected he was, though. He stood his ground, with the self-assured smile he could pull off.

Bringing your hand behind him, you took a hold of the device binding his wrists. “Say please”.

His smug façade crumbled immediately, replaced by a look of incredulousness. Minho scoffed, tilting his head to the side and looking you right in the eyes. “You can’t be serious right now…”

The corners of your mouth quirked up, and the mirth in your eyes made him both feel giddy and incredibly annoyed.

“I’m dead serious, Lee Minho”, you told him, and Minho realised then that if he leaned in just the tiniest bit, he could definitely press his lips to yours, and for a second, he genuinely considered it.

If it had been just you and your droids, he certainly would’ve kissed you right then and there, but the presence of his friends behind him gave him pause. It wasn’t like Minho minded if they knew, it was that he wasn’t sure whether you would mind or not. But based on how things had gone between you two so far, he figured you would, so he took a deep breath, closing his eyes to avoid looking at your triumphant face.

“Please”.

“Please, what?”

His eyes snapped open, and there was nothing he wanted more in that moment than to wipe that glint of victory in your eyes. Regardless, Minho swallowed his pride, he was in no position to try his luck.

“Please, captain”.

You smiled, clearly satisfied. With what Minho figured was a press of a button on his cuffs, the thing unravelled from his wrists, finally letting him move freely.

“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” You tapped his chest, and Minho had to bite his tongue. Oh, he was so getting his payback for this.

Before he could say anything, you spoke again. “You guys can stay here today if you want. There’s plenty of rations for all of us, including the few other living people on this ship, but I’m afraid there’s only one spare room conditioned for people to stay in besides the crew’s”.

“We’ll stay”, Minho rubbed his wrists, trying to ease some of the ache caused by his restraints.

The room provided to them was big enough, with a bunk bed embedded on one of the walls, and another on the other. Very sterile looking, nothing in particular stood out, it was just like any other room Minho had seen on a spaceship of this size. The biggest add-on was the adjacent washroom, which the three of them immediately rejoiced at when they noticed it.

No one ever spoke about it, but depending on the ships you travelled in throughout the galaxy, a washroom could be considered a luxury, so the prospect of a good shower and a fresh change of clothes was certainly appealing. Minho let his younger crewmates take the spot first, since he was sure both Hyunjin and Felix were dying to feel clean again.

As he waited for them to come out, slouching on one of the chairs in the room, Minho’s mind couldn’t help but wander. He’d never imagined he’d be here, in your ship, with any of his friends. He’d hoped that maybe one day, if things worked out, he could introduce you to them in a less… Contained fashion. But things never seemed to go as he expected whenever it came to whatever it was that was lingering between you two.

As soon as his friends were ready, Minho immediately rushed to the washroom. He took his time just washing off all the grime and gunk that had stuck to him during their almost never-ending travels the past handful of days, so truly, he was immensely grateful for that shower.

“Do you think she’ll help?” Felix asked from where he was laying on the top bunk as soon as Minho came out of the washroom.

“Honestly?” Minho rubbed a towel on his head, trying to get his hair as dry as possible. “I really have no idea”.

Hyunjin eyed him for a moment, leaning back on his hands from where he sat on the bottom bunk. “You sure? You seem to be awfully close with the captain of this ship”.

“I mean, I wouldn’t say awfully close”, Minho was great at lying and deception, but even to him that statement sounded incredibly disingenuous. “We… Know each other”.

“You know each other? Or you know each other?” Felix wiggled his eyebrows at Minho, just as the older man was sitting on the bottom bunk of the other bunk bed.

“If you ask me, I’d like to think she’d do it. But this is very different from any favour I’ve ever asked. More dangerous… So who knows”, Minho decided to completely brush off the curious eyes, and even more curious questions of his crewmates. Explaining his connection to you was something he’d rather not speak about, not now at least.

Felix looked like he was going to say something, something incredibly annoying. So Minho decided to abruptly stand up from his bed and intercept him. “Anyway, I’m going for a snack”.

“A snack?” Hyunjin asked once Minho walked past him. “Is that how we’re calling the cap–”

Before he could even attempt to finish his sentence, Minho took the towel he had draped over his shoulders and swiftly snapped it in Hyunjin’s direction, hitting him in the arm.

“Ow! Unnecessary!” Hyunjin rubbed his upper arm, pouting.

Minho simply offered him a ‘deserved’ before he walked out the door.

Minho did intend on finding something to snack on before bed, but he would lie if he said he wasn’t keeping his eyes open in case he spotted you. All he’d seen so far was the odd droid going about their business, and a couple of crew members who greeted him as usual.

“Who gave you permission to wander the corridors of my ship?”

Minho’s skeleton almost jumped out of skin at the sudden voice speaking to him. As soon as that initial shock passed he knew it was you, how could he not know when the sound of your voice was already ingrained in every crevice of his brain? So he decided to put up his best smug façade once again, ignoring the way his heart started to thump in his chest just at the sound of your voice.

“You did, captain. If my memory serves me right”.

You just scoffed in response, and started to walk towards him. Once you stood in front of him, you crossed your arms over your chest, and simply looked at him with a frown on your face.

For a moment, Minho didn’t say anything, just like you didn’t either. Your gaze was stern, guarded, just like it usually was whenever you were into your Captain Mode. After all, you spent most of your time around your crew, leading them, planning morally questionable arrangements to get work going, so it was no surprise to him that you looked at him like this.

However, after a few more moments of silence, the frown on your face turned to one of concern, and, honestly, Minho would lie if he said he didn’t like it when you worried about him. Because he knew that was what was going through your mind right now, worry.

“Is there anything I can say or do to get you to not do this?”

Minho gave you a smile, a genuine one, the ones he reserved mostly for you, and for moments like these. “No”.

You sighed. “For a pirate, you sure have a lot of morals, don’t you?”

“Being a contradiction is my favourite pastime, baby, you know that”, he registered the pet name falling from his lips a second too late. There was nothing he could do about it, it was like his brain would automatically shift into Smitten Mode whenever you two were on your own. If you were displeased by it, you didn’t show it or say anything about it. “I must say, I find it rather cute that you’re worrying about me that much”.

You scoffed at that, rolling your eyes. “Of course I worry about you. Unfortunately, you’ve got this horrible habit of risking your life, and since I’ve got the horrible habit of caring about you, it’s only natural that I worry”.

Had you no regard for his weak heart? How could you tell him you cared about him so nonchalantly? And while you were scolding him at that? He wanted to say something back, to bicker a bit more, but his body seemed to not agree with that logic, because it decided that the best reaction would be to rush blood to his ears and his chest, making him flush.

So, to counterattack, Minho simply did what he did best, to display his affection through his actions instead of his words. Cradling your face in his hands, he dragged his thumbs over your cheeks, and as he stared into your eyes he could see all your walls crumble, just like they always did in situations like these. ‘Cute’, was the last word to leave his mouth before he pressed his lips to yours.

Warmth spread quickly inside of him, the tiny whine that escaped your mouth as soon as your lips connected ignited in him all those feelings he usually tried to ignore, and the way you kissed him, with as much desperation as he felt, had blood rushing to his length immediately. Minho couldn’t help it, it was instinctual at this point, to get hard when you so much as touched him–even if that touch was only your lips on his, your hands grabbing his top, and your tongue inside his mouth.

Before he knew it, he had moved, walking forward and pressing you against the cold metal walls of your ship. His hands finally left your face to hold your waist instead, and you took it as an opportunity to loop your arms around his neck, burying one of your hands in his hair and tugging gently.

“Missed you”, Minho mumbled against your lips as he slotted one of his legs between your own, pressing his thigh right against your core. He wasn’t ashamed or bashful of the words that came out of his mouth, he was way past that point, he’d decided long ago that sometimes–especially after long periods of time apart–telling you how he felt was better than having to bottle it all up.

“Missed you, too”, you mumbled back, bringing one of your legs to wrap around his hip, pulling him close, kissing him deeply right after. You, clearly, had also decided to let go of those inhibitions as well.

Moving his hand from your waist to your bum, he groped the flesh over your bottoms, just as he detached himself from your mouth to sparsely press kisses on your neck, right in the areas he knew you were the most sensitive, making you whimper. “Can’t believe you made me fucking beg to get me out of the handcuffs”.

“Wouldn’t have been the first time”, you replied with a strained chuckle, digging your heel on the back of his thigh, enticing him. It was certainly working. “Probably won’t be the last, either”.

“You minx”, Minho chuckled, returning his lips to yours, pushing his tongue inside your mouth, taking a hold of your thigh and squeezing it.

Your heavy breathing, the warmth emanating from your body that immediately seeped into him, kindling the fire that burnt bright inside of him, that fire that didn’t seem to die regardless of how much time passed, all combined had Minho’s head spinning, had him growing impossibly hard. He needed you just as much as he needed oxygen in his lungs, and for a brief second he considered taking you right there, right in the middle of the corridor, uncaring of who could walk by and see you two.

As usual, though, you brought some sense into him, tugging hard on his hair to get him to detach his mouth from yours, mumbling a breathless ‘wanna head to my cabin?’ to which Minho simply replied an overly confident ‘thought you’d never ask’. So, as soon as he separated himself from your body you took his hand in yours, pulling him along the corridor, following the familiar path to your sleeping quarters.

There had always been this thing about your room that gave Minho an immense amount of peace. He wasn’t sure if it was the infuser you seemed to have on at all times, the one that filled your room with whichever relaxing essential oil you’d gotten your hands on during your travels, or if it was the clear signs that this was your living space–the seemingly permanent heap of clothes on the chair next to your bed, the journal you kept on your desk, the huge, old-fashioned map of the galaxy taped to the wall… It was all so incredibly you, it made him feel completely enveloped by your presence, it comforted him, really.

His favourite part of your room, though, was your bed. Incredibly comfortable, with just the right amount of firmness to it, saturated in the smell of you. And maybe later, Minho would be able to bury his face in your pillow, to try and etch your essence into his memory to get him through the hard days to come.

Right now, as your clothes and his landed on the already existing pile of clothes on your chair, he could hardly think about any of that. The feeling of your bare skin against his was more than enough to drown him in the moment. Every sigh, moan, whine that came out of your mouth whenever his lips touched your skin, the warmth of your body under him, it all let him ignore the world out of this room, out of this ship, let him focus on only you and him and the deep desire that was burning bright inside of him.

Between your hands roaming his back, the desperate way you clung to him, kissing him so hungrily he could barely breathe, Minho knew it was only a matter of time until you talked, or until he talked. He always wondered who would be the first one to ask that burning question that always hung in the air, most of the time it was him, but on odd occasions, you’d cave, and he was always ready to answer when you did.

“Have you been with other people since the last time we saw each other?”

There it was. You beat him to it this time, but, honestly, it really didn’t matter who asked it. To him, regardless of who broke the question first, it never made the entire thing any less absurd.

“Other people?” He propped himself on one hand to get a better view of you, dragging the other hand all the way from your shoulder to your centre, feeling your heated skin under his palm. His fingers teased your folds, spreading your essence all over, getting his fingers drenched. Gods, you were so wet for him already, and you’d barely even started.

Minho was impatient. He always was the first time he got you under him like this after a long time. He wanted you, he wanted to see you squirming and writhing under his touch, so he wasted no more time, easing his ring and middle finger into your dripping heat. A quiet moan flew past your lips as soon as he was buried to the knuckle, gripping the bed sheets near your head once he started slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, letting you get used to the intrusion.

“There’s been no one else. No one could ever remotely compare”, he emphasised his words with a hard nudge on your sweet spot, and a tug on your nipple, eliciting a moan from your lips. “There’s been flirting, I’ll give you that. Knowingly and unknowingly. More often than not to get ourselves out of tricky situations, you know how it is… But physically? Emotionally? I haven’t wanted anyone else since the first time I buried my head between your legs and got you to moan so sweetly for me, sweetheart”.

“Minho, my darling…” Your voice was airy, your face flushed, and quiet moans continued to spill from your lips as he picked up his rhythm, prepping you, moving his fingers against all those areas inside of you he seemed to have committed to memory throughout the years, the ones that would labour your breath and get you to moan a bit louder the longer he worked you up.

Minho dipped, finding your mouth and kissing you with force, with need. Because all this time, all he’d ever needed was you, he always did. Every day, even when he decided to ignore it.

You held onto his forearm, lightly digging your nails on his flesh, but he didn’t mind. If anything, it reminded him of the fact that he was here, with you, making you feel good, getting to enjoy you once more.

“What about you?” Minho said once he disconnected his mouth from yours for air, leaving a trail of kisses from your cheek to your neck.

He wanted to know. He wouldn’t judge you, you were free to do as you pleased, after all. That was how it worked between you two, although ‘worked’ could be considered a very loose term here. “Has anyone taken care of you these past handful of months?”

You shook your head, inhaling sharply when Minho continued his descent down your torso, attaching his mouth to your chest as his fingers kept going in and out of you, as he kept stimulating that area within your walls that he knew would get you to lose your train of thought.

Of course you hadn’t had sex with anyone else. You never did. You hadn’t in years, just like Minho hadn’t, either.

“I only–Oh!” Your words cut off, replaced by a breathy moan once Minho’s lips found one of your nipples and sucked it into his mouth to flick it with his tongue. He could feel you clenching hard around his fingers, and it almost made him dizzy with how hard it was getting him.

You swallowed, audibly. Your fingers tangled in Minho’s hair, tugging at it as he kept working you up. With his fingers, with his mouth, with his tongue… He loved to coax the most delicious sounds out of your lip, but he wanted to know. He needed to know. So he let go of your nipple, finding your burning gaze as soon as he looked at your face.

“I haven’t”, you whined, just as you sneaked a hand down your body, finding your clit to draw circles on it. “You are the only person I ever want. I’ve been cursed since the very first day I met you…”

The bead of precum that had been slowly growing on the tip of his cock fell onto the bed once your words registered in his brain. And Minho realised then that he, too, had been cursed since the very first day he met you. Cursed to be in love with you for the rest of his days, cursed to have to ignore that fact and live in this arrangement you two had conjured.

Leaning in, he captured your lips again, and the whimper that came out of your mouth as soon as he started to kiss you was enough for him to know just how true it all was.

“Go faster”, Minho mumbled against your lips between kisses, picking up the pace of his fingers. “C’mon, baby, I know you’re close. Rub your precious little clit faster. I need you to come on my fingers”.

“But…” You started to protest, but you sped up your motions anyway, squirming, whining. “It’s too soon”.

“Doesn’t matter”, Minho kept flicking his fingers against your sweet spot, just as you kept pleasuring yourself. “I’ll get you to come again later. We’ve got all night. Please, love…”

He returned his mouth to your nipple, suckling and licking the hardened bud. You were swearing a lot, writhing a lot, and as soon as the most desperate ‘close…’ fell from your lips, he trapped your nipple between his teeth, nibbling softly on the sensitive flesh. Your whole body shook with your release, and your moans mingled with his own groans of satisfaction. He revelled in the way your walls clamped around his fingers, in the squelching sounds produced by the movement of his fingers going in and out of your heat.

Minho let go of your nipple, already knowing it’d be too much for you after your high. Your hand on your clit stopped, but you kept your fingers there, applying pressure to prolong your release just as he kept slowly stimulating your walls.

“Fuck…” You finally moved your hand away from between your legs, and your body slumped on the bed, a clear signal that your high was over.

Pulling his fingers from your core, he slid them up to tease your sensitive clit for a second, chuckling at the jolt of your body with the contact. You looked so absolutely stunning like this. Flushed, panting, almost glowing.

Holding your gaze, he brought his fingers to his mouth, savouring your taste as he licked them clean. You swallowed, and Minho removed his fingers from his mouth, only to bring them to yours. “Open up, sweetheart”.

And you did. Letting him ease his fingers inside your mouth. Your lips wrapped around his digits oh, so perfectly, and your tongue lapped him up just as your eyes closed and your brows pulled together with a muffled moan. “Look at you… Always eager to give a good suck”.

You hummed, nodding.

“Most beautiful girl in the galaxy”, he couldn’t help but say as he looked at you eagerly sucking on his fingers, as he felt your tongue lick his digits.

When he removed his fingers from your mouth, he finally leaned in, pressing a brief kiss to your forehead, and moving to connect your mouths once again right after. He hugged you close, laying on top of you and covering you with as much of his body as he could, enjoying your warmth.

Minho finally let you take a breather, removing his mouth from yours to instead press kisses on your collarbone. You sighed, content, and the way you massaged his scalp as you held him close had heat spreading in his chest and face, probably making him blush like a fool.

“Fuck, I haven’t come that hard in months…” you mumbled, still slightly breathless. Minho chuckled, resting his weight on one elbow to look at your face, smiling softly at you.

“And we’re only just getting started, hm?” Minho kissed you briefly, pulling away from you when he felt your hand wrap around his length, stroking him leisurely. “Nuh-uh. None of that”, he tugged your hand away from his cock, eliciting a pout in response.

“You don’t want me to touch you?”

“Oh, baby…” Minho stretched his arm, blindly reaching for the knob of the drawer of your nightstand. “Want you to touch me so much”, he blindly rummaged through it, quickly finding the box of condoms he knew you kept there. “But I want you so fucking bad right now. Need to be inside you now or I’ll combust”.

You chuckled against his lips when he leaned in to press a quick peck on your lips. Pulling himself from you for a moment, he focused on the box in his hand, dumping the contents on the bed by your head and grabbing a single packet.

There were still as many as he had seen last time he was here with you.

Minho quickly tore the foil packet open and slid the condom on his length, giving himself a couple of tentative pumps to make sure it was all secure. Lining himself with your entrance, he teased you for a moment, lost in your lustful gaze and the way you bit your lip in anticipation, lost in the burning desire inside of him.

He couldn’t help but kiss you again, right as he started to ease his cock between your walls. You moaned, holding him tightly, kissing him desperately. Minho simply grunted, and he started to feel lightheaded just by your warmth around him. You were so intoxicating, and the feeling of you around him was so familiar, and even a bit comforting. As he slid centimetre after centimetre within your core, he was reminded of why he was here.

Because you were warm.

Because you were home.

Once he bottomed out, he propped himself up to look at your face. One of your hands came to rest on his cheek, and your thumb softly caressed his skin. Minho turned his head a bit, just enough to kiss your palm as he started to move. The feel of you around him, warm, tight, wet, made him close his eyes, made him quietly moan as he enjoyed the onslaught of sensations coursing through him.

Your legs wrapped around his waist, and your heel dug on his ass, trying to get him closer to you.

“Harder”, was all you mumbled, and it made him chuckle and open his eyes.

“I’m trying to be careful and you want me to go harder?” Minho kept his rhythm slow, almost teasing you.

“Who’s asking you to be careful?” You pressed your lips to his neck, once again making him flush–although at this point he wasn’t sure if the flush had diminished at all since he came into this room. “It’s been too long, darling. Six months, three weeks, and two days, to be exact. I missed you, and all I want is for you to fucking ruin me, Minho”.

“Shit, what am I gonna do with you…”

Pulling himself away from your embrace, he sat straighter, throwing one of your legs over his shoulder and starting a brutal pace right then and there. The moan of surprise that came out of your mouth as soon as he started moving fueled him, it almost made him lightheaded, making him completely forget where you two were, not caring if people heard you at all.

Minho wasn’t sure where to focus; on your tits bouncing with every single one of his thrusts, on the way your face scrunched up in bliss, on the absolutely divine feeling of you wrapped so snugly around him… All combined had sparks of pleasure racing up and down his spine, had his head spinning.

“Is this what you wanted?” With a tight grip on your thigh, keeping your leg flush to him, making sure to hit that area within your walls that would make you produce all those sounds he wanted to hear.

You nodded, swallowing as you brought a hand to his abdomen, sinking your nails into his flesh. The sting made him grunt, made him throw his head back and snap his hips just a tad faster.

“Look at me”, you mumbled, somehow both commanding and breathless, dragging your nails down his abdomen. As soon as Minho complied, your lascivious gaze almost made him burst. Eye contact was a thing that you always enjoyed, but he wasn’t too sure he’d be able to stand it for long, not at this moment at least. The way you looked at him always made him want to blow, especially so after months of no physical contact.

Minho just chuckled, finding your breast with his free hand to knead the flesh and pinch and roll your nipple between his fingers, eliciting a strained moan from you, making you bite your lip to keep your volume in check. “Are you trying to make me blow?”

As soon as the question came out of his mouth, he felt you clench around him, and he couldn’t help but groan at the sensation. He knew you were doing it on purpose, you always liked to work him up, get him to lose his sanity with the simplest things, and he always fell for it, because it was just so good. “What if I am?”

“You sound… Way too self-assured for someone who’s… Borderline gasping for air, you know?”

The laugh that had started to bubble over from you got caught in your throat, replaced by a string of swear words as Minho moved his hand from your breast to your mound and pressed his thumb on your clit. He might’ve been struggling, but he was determined to get you to struggle as well.

You swallowed, licking your lips as you clearly tried to pull yourself together enough to bicker with him. “But you like it, huh?”

“I fucking do, shit…” He just sped up his fingers, trying to get you to your peak as fast as possible.

Minho really couldn’t tell how much time passed of him pounding into you, rubbing your clit and tugging on your nipples, and he honestly didn’t care, either. This was always the best part, getting to lose himself in the moment, pleasuring you and getting pleasure of his own just by the feel of you there, under him, around him.

Every time you spoke, it brought him increasingly closer to the edge, your ‘just like that, baby’, and your frequent and almost incomprehensible ‘so fucking good’ simultaneously going to his head and his cock, fueling him even further. When you finally came, he couldn’t hold back the groans that came out of his mouth in tandem with your moans. The feeling of you clenching so tightly around him sent a shiver down his spine, and before he knew it, he was leaning into you, kissing you deeply, messily as he chased his own release.

You held him tightly, tiny squeals muffling against his lips as he kept his relentless pace. The sudden sting of your nails trailing down his back was the final push he needed. Minho saw white for a brief moment, groaning and grunting and maybe even moaning at the feel of your teeth sinking on his bottom lip, at the feel of your hands on his back, and your hips flush to his as he filled the condom inside of you–the only physical barrier between his body and yours.

All that pent up tension he’d been harbouring for months and months seemed to quickly evaporate from his muscles as he melted into you, into your kiss and your tight hug. His ears were ringing a bit, but he didn’t mind. All he could care about was the fact that you were right there, pressed completely against him.

After he left one more kiss on your lips, he pulled back just enough to look at you. You smiled at him, a genuine smile that had his heart skipping every other beat inside his ribcage. He returned the gesture, just as you brought your hand to push his now soaked fringe away from his forehead, pulling him down to press a kiss right there, making him chuckle in disbelief.

Once he pulled himself away from you completely, he carefully slid the condom off of his length, tying a knot to make sure nothing spilled out. Taking the discarded foil packed, he placed it on your nightstand and laid the condom on top of it to dispose of later.

As he laid back down, he simply looked at you. You had that look in your eyes, the one you hardly ever showed to the people around you… Vulnerability. Minho always saw it after you two had sex, and he knew that under that vulnerability there was something, many unsaid words that you wouldn’t dare say out loud to him.

“Marry me”, Minho broke the silence, and you huffed an incredulous chuckle.

“Aren’t you tired of asking me to marry you?”

“Are you tired of me asking you to marry me?”

You went silent for a moment, just looking into his eyes. Minho didn’t really need you to respond, he knew what the answer was.

“No, I’m not”, you replied simply, exactly what he knew you would say. “How would we even make a marriage work? We can’t even make a relationship work, Lee Minho”.

“We’ve never tried”.

It was true. Although the connection he shared with you was laps more than physical, you’d never entertained the possibility of a relationship. You hadn’t let him try, and he hadn’t been persistent–sure, he asked you to marry him every other encounter you had, but he never really pushed it. Because he knew it was a complex situation, him being an outlaw, a pirate, a rebel, and you being a smuggler, both probably with hefty bounties on your heads.

“Do you want to try?” you sounded genuinely incredulous, almost as if you had just realised that he was being genuine about it.

Minho propped his head on his elbow, just looking at you. And then it dawned on him. “You’ve never thought I was being serious when I asked you to marry me before, have you?”

You opened and closed your mouth a few times, but ultimately, you shook your head, and he couldn’t help but scoff, dropping his head back on the bed to stare at the ceiling.

“Well, I have been. Every time”.

“But why?” Your voice was barely a whisper, and when he turned to look at you his heart clenched just by seeing tears collect in your eyes. You didn’t let them fall, though.

“Because I love you”, Minho replied simply. “You’re clever, fun, one of the bravest people I’ve ever met, you’ve saved my life numerous times. Whenever I’m with you I feel at peace, and when I’m not, I worry about you, about your health, or I wonder if you’re out there getting yourself in trouble and I’m not there to help… I’ve just… Been in love with you for years, and I can’t keep on going pretending that I’m not. That I’m okay leaving your bed or an inn or you leaving my ship as if I don’t want you to stay”.

Minho could feel the lump in his throat, the way his voice shook slightly, but he didn’t care. He needed to let those thoughts out now, otherwise he wasn’t sure how long it would be until he got this boost of courage again. He honestly hadn’t even realised how much he’d been hurting with this until the words came out of his mouth. He’d spent years pretending this arrangement was fine. It clearly wasn’t. At least not anymore.

You went quiet for a while. A long while. Minho was honestly starting to second-guess ever opening his mouth, and it was just as he was about to stand up from that bed that you finally moved, wrapping one of your arms around his waist and burying your face in his chest.

“I hadn’t thought… I didn’t think…” You were rambling, your voice was muffling against his skin, it was hard to understand anything you were saying with the verbiage that was coming out of your mouth

“Hey… It’s okay”, Minho dragged his hands up and down your spine, hugging you even tighter against him, effectively stopping your ramble. “Breathe…”

You took a deep breath, draping your leg over his hips and pulling him even closer to you, which did ease his worries a bit–at least you weren’t kicking him out of your bed just yet.

“You smell nice…” You mumbled suddenly, rubbing your face on his chest. It immediately made his heart race and his chest flush. Minho wanted to say something, but honestly, the words were stuck in his throat, suddenly feeling bashful, as if he wasn’t naked on your bed after having sex with you.

When you finally pulled away from his chest, you looked him in the eyes, looking incredibly vulnerable. Minho simply brought a hand to your cheek, feeling your heated skin under his palm as his thumb moved back and forth.

“Minho… Every time you go, every time I leave, my heart just hurts so much. And I honestly don’t know how to deal with it. With my feelings, or how we could even make this work”.

“I’m sure we can figure something out… Maybe not today, maybe not even this week, but I’m sure we can”.

You closed your eyes then, heaving a sigh. “You know this isn’t gonna be easy, right?”

“I’m aware”, Minho’s lips quirked up a bit, suddenly amused by your choice of words, and he couldn’t help but bring even more clarity to it. “It hasn’t been easy until now, either, has it?” You gave him a smile as well, opening your eyes again. “I’m willing to take my chances. I… Really want to try”.

Your gaze flickered between his eyes for a bit, and then you were leaning in, pressing a tender, brief kiss on his lips.

“I want that, too”, you whispered, pecking his lips once again, murmuring the most tender ‘I love you’ as you hugged him even tighter, making Minho go impossibly redder, making his heart beat so fast he thought it would leap out of his chest. “If you don’t come back alive from your insane borderline suicide mission, I’ll personally go to the afterlife and kill you again”.

Minho chuckled, pecking your lips. “If you help me then you can make sure I don’t die at all, sweetheart”.

“Huh, so that’s why you’re here now professing your love to me? Trying to seduce me into helping you fulfil your pirate affairs?” Pushing him to lay on his back, you got on top of him, kissing him time and time again. His heart felt as if it was ready to burst, and for a brief moment, it was almost as if everything was okay. As if everything would be fine.

“Need I remind you you brought me into this room yourself?” With a hand on your bum and the other on the back of your neck, Minho simply kept kissing you, uncaring of anything happening outside of these walls.

“Don’t change the topic”.

“Is it working, though? Am I successfully seducing you?”

You scoffed at that, pressing one loud, final kiss on his lips before you shuffled around, sitting on him, straddling his hips, and placing your hands on his chest. “Of course I’m gonna fucking help you, Lee Minho. But not because you’ve got the best stroke game I’ve ever experienced, but because I stupidly believe in your cause”.

“Gods… Keep inflating my ego, please”, Minho couldn’t help but groan. His hands immediately found your hips, kneading the soft flesh there. “I just love it when you do”.

“I know you do”, you grinned, dragging one of your hands all over his flushed chest, up his neck, finally settling it on his cheek.

Minho caught your hand in his, keeping it in place as he turned to press a kiss to your palm. Your gaze shifted then, that playful glint you usually had when you teased him replaced by something else, something akin to love, maybe even hope. And in that moment, he seriously believed everything would be okay. That he’d be able to save his friends, free the slaves, and make it out alive. That he’d finally get to truly be by your side.

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