#give them only 2 sets of clothes and ask them to share

[icey--stars]

You Would Never Hurt Me (Pt. 3)

Azriel has a nightmare about his brothers and Eris has to help his mate without guilt tearing him apart. - 1.5k words.

Initial Request: 16. Nightmares

Ok so I've been scouring your master list and I want to preface this request by saying you can totally ignore it if you want, because I'm afraid it might be a little repetitive but the idea was too good not to share with you:

So I was re reading the fic "You could never hurt me" that was requested by someone else (I love you whoever you are anon) and it clicked. You know how in part 2 Eris is helping him deal with the injuries. How about Az has a nightmare about his childhood cell and how he was burned by his brother's. Eris wakes him up and lights a fire in his palm to light up the dark room. Because of the nightmare Az flinches slightly and Eris thinks it's because of him when really it was a nightmare about his brothers

How would they talk that out

(again I feel after 2 parts of the fic you might be tired of writing the same story again so I just thought I'd share in case you'd ever like to write it in the future)

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A/N: yall, imma be real for one sec: every time you mention the anon who requested the “you would never hurt me” fic I am GIGGLING IN MY SEAT because I’m pretty sure ik who it is and the evidence is there publically 😂. anyway, i am SO sorry this took so long. finals decided to ACTUALLY kill me this semester. but regardless, i hope you enjoy!! I decidedly enjoyed my comfort a lot this time around, but the angst HURTTT to write. my poor azris brain needed them to hug.

TW: GRAPHIC DEPICTIONS OF DOMESTIC ABUSE/VIOLENCE (Azriel's half-brothers are stinky)

{ original prompt list } - { ao3 link }

{ Part 1 } { Part 2 }

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Azriel shivered as the cold of the cellar-made-prison made it into his skin. He’d just barely made it back from his hour with his mother. His hour in warm sunshine. And now? Now he was stuck back in the equivalent of hell. The shadows around him seemed to curl over his shoulders. There was one very dim light source from outside the prison door, but that was all. Azriel lived in the dark, so he’d made friends with it.

His wings ached behind him as he tried to lift them to set them against a more comfortable area of the cold rock.

Well… until he heard stomping coming down the stairs into the cellar. “Oh Azzie~” One of his half-brothers purred. Onyx.

He flinched at the voice as the second one continued, “We have something for you!” Calix.

His two half-brothers came through the door, smirks on their faces. They had a  few things in their hands: rope, a container of something, and a flint & steel. “We have something for you,” Onyx repeated with a smirk, his wings mantled behind him in clear confidence. “Won’t you help us?”

Azriel eyed them hesitantly.

“Out,” Calix growled, grabbing the scrap of clothing he had on to drag him to the center of the room.

Azriel yelped and he landed harshly on his knees, reopening the wounds they’d caused last time they came down here to “give him something.” He could already feel the warm blood seeping through his tattered clothing again.

“Hands out,” Onyx purred.

Azriel flinched as Calix shoved his head to the side, but obeyed hesitantly. If he didn’t, they would grab his “father” and Azriel spoke from experience when he said that was not a good idea. He had so many scars already. Not like anyone saw them though since he was always in the dark.

The rope was wrapped around his wrists and Calix kept him sitting upright. Onyx hummed, grinning evilly.

“What- what are you going to do?” He asked hesitantly.

“Well…” Onyx mused. “I think we’re entitled to know how slowly we heal from burns since the Autumn Court is becoming more unruly. I think it’s only right that we know, after all. Don’t you agree, Azzie?”

Shit, he swore silently. “No… no, you can’t!” He protested. Onyx only laughed as he tried to struggle against Calix who was much too strong to break away from.

The container they brought was opened and he soon discovered it was oil. They poured it over his hands.

“Don’t worry. It’ll only be your hands,” Onyx said. “And don’t fucking scream.”

Onyx picked up the flint & steel and his eyes went wide in realization. Far too slowly.

The flame was set alight and he began screaming at the pain.

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“Azriel!” A voice shouted as he awoke with a start. He rolled out of bed, wings flaring behind him. Where was he? His hands hurt. Didn’t that already happen though? Or were his half-brothers back and he never truly escaped them?

“Azriel,” The voice repeated and he finally turned to see who was making it. Eris.

He took a breath at last, clenching his hands as much as he could as he panted for breath.

Eris lit a flame in his hand and Azriel flinched hard, practically falling over again.

Eris’s eyes went wide and he doused the fire, instead using his magic to light the faelights.

“Az,” he breathed, worry on his face.

“Eris,” He whined, pulling his wings tight and putting his hands into his armpits in a vain attempt at easing whatever pain they were in. He thought he was healed. Wasn’t he? Or was it just residue pain from the nightmare?

Eris slowly got off the bed on the other side, coming around hesitantly. Even his mate was panting.

But Azriel needed something to ground him. He moved forward quickly and even if Eris took a step back, he wrapped his arms around his mate quickly, trying to reorient his mind.

“Az,” Eris whispered quietly, and hesitantly wrapped Azriel in his arms. His voice was shaky, but he commanded gently, “Breathe for me.”

Azriel tried and failed, practically collapsing. Eris gently moved them both to the bed, holding Azriel tightly while Azriel practically clung.

“In with me, Az. Come on,” Eris directed, taking a deep breath in. Azriel forced his body to obey, eyes screwed shut as a few tears slipped out. Why did his hands hurt?

“Hold it, baby,” Eris whispered. “And out slowly. You’re here, Az. In the Auutmn Court in our bedroom.”

Azriel struggled to breathe for a good fifteen minutes or so more before he finally just found himself slumping against Eris in relief once he felt as if he was back in control. His hands didn’t ache anymore at least.

“It was my half-brothers,” He murmured raggedly.

Eris didn’t say anything for a moment. “Are you okay now?” He asked quietly.

“More or less,” Azriel mumbled. “Sorry for scaring you.”

“You didn’t,” Eris murmured. “I thought I did with my fire.”

Azriel shrugged. “It’s not your fault,” He finally settled on and nuzzled closer. “I’d prefer you and your fire over you not being here.”

Eris hummed. “Are you sure none of it was about me… burning you?”

“Eris, I told you,” Azriel said, huffing slightly as he sat up. “I don’t blame you. You never meant to hurt me. You would never hurt me. My half-brothers on the other hand?” He chuckled, rolling his eyes slightly. “They’d have preferred me dead.”

Eris clutched him tighter at that, a small growl coming out. “I would happily hunt them down,” Eris growled.

Azriel chuckled slightly, holding his mate as well. His hands pulsed once and he huffed. “My hands are tight again,” he mumbled in annoyance.

Eris pulled back, clearly unimpressed that it wasn’t the first thing Azriel considered important to tell him. “Let me get the lotion,” He said.

“No. I don’t you to get up. Use your magic,” Azriel mumbled. His shadows came curling around his arms, wrapping around his hands again, providing a cool sensation that eased something tight in his chest.

Eris chuckled. “Let’s reposition first,” he mumbled. “I’ll still hold you close,” the male promised.

Azriel huffed, but got up hesitantly. Eris moved to the back of the bed, sitting up against the pillows. Eris then directed him to lay down with his wings sprawled out to either side of Eris. Eris was peaking over his shoulder and summoned the lotion with a brief flash of flame. Azriel didn’t flinch this time, but he could feel Eris holding him tighter anyway.

“Give me your hands,” Eris directed once he had the lotion in his hands.

Azriel sighed and obeyed, forcing himself to relax against his mate as Eris went through the familiar movements of forcing the muscles in his hands to relax and using the lotion to help the skin loosen. He’d never regain full function, but he had regained enough.

Azriel closed his eyes, humming contentedly as Eris concluded the lotion. “Better?” His mate rumbled.

He nodded. “Better,” He agreed. “They don’t hurt anymore,” he said as he flexed his hands slightly.

“Good,” Eris said, smiling softly. Then his mate went oddly quiet and tensed a little.

Azriel sighed and turned around in his mate’s grip so he was laying on his stomach. “You’re thinking too hard,” he mumbled tiredly. “Stop it.” He poked Eris in his stomach.

His mate scoffed, chuckling softly. “I’m alright, Az.”

“No, I know by now how to identify your sad puppy look,” Azriel mumbled, muffled slightly as he pressed his face into his mate’s chest, seeking the warmth, comfort and grounding it provided.

Eris scoffed. “My sad puppy look?” He repeated incredulously. “What look is that?”

“You look all mopey like Rue when you tell him off for being a nutcase,” Azriel explained, yawning right after.

Eris chuckled. “I can assure you I look nothing like Rue after he decides the farmer’s chicken coop is his house now.”

Azriel chuckled at the memory. “Why do you have the sad puppy look then?” He insisted with a chuckle.

Eris sighed. “You flinched when I tried to light up the room.”

“I’m alright, Eris,” Azriel murmured. “That flinch wasn’t your fault.”

“There’s a reason those memories are being brought up,” Eris insisted.

“I don’t blame you, fireheart. Now stop being all guilty over something you were literally mind-controlled over. It is not your fault,” Azriel insisted, lifting his head enough to meet his mate’s eyes and show his sternness in the order.

Eris sighed and leaned forward to kiss him softly. “Okay,” Eris murmured. “I’ll try.”

Azriel grinned stupidly. “I am not going back to sleep, but you are now my warmer for the rest of the night,” the Illyrian declared.

Eris chuckled softly, running a hand through Azriel’s hair. “I wouldn’t expect anything different, love,” He replied.

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[cactiaintracist]

the only correct way to write proper high-stake sci-fi finale is to get 3 very gay men and ask them to improvise the most camp, slutty and intense game of catch (also helps if one is trouser-less)

look, they knew exactly what they were doing

the tension, oh gawd the tension

15's face kills me everytime

honestly show me a scene with a better sequence of events (bet you can't), I'll wait right here

[temis-de-leon]

He has a nightmare where he rejected you

Characters: Lucifer and Mammon (x gn!reader, separately)

Part 2 , Part 3 , Part 4 , Part 5

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CW: very OOC since they'd never reject you to begin with, but hey, that's why it's a nightmare

A/N: the rest of the brothers, as well as the dateables, will have their own part too, but I'm writing the requests and the fics for the 500 followers event at the same time, so everything will take some time <3

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Lucifer – You weren’t his first choice

Under the fear and the mistrust, you showed a clear interest in him since the beginning.

He couldn’t blame you; he was handsome, after all, and he knew his attitude was attractive to most.

And while he found you beautiful as well, you meddled too much in his family’s business and your defiance to him only felt irritable.

You were a nuisance. A threat to his Lord’s wishes.

He made sure to keep you at arms’ length except the few times he felt the need to threaten you.

Surprisingly, the more you forced him to know you, the more he couldn’t say no.

Your shared time turned enjoyable and you soon started to hang out in his office late at night or, if you were an early riser like him, in the morning during breakfast.

He should’ve expected your romantic feelings towards him, something he saw before you had the chance to tell him. The way you looked at him or blushed when he paid you attention, how you searched for his presence more and more.

He rejected you before you could even talk to him about it.

It was brutal, in a way, cold and straight to the point. He didn’t bother to pour his heart into his apology.

He had his duties to Lord Diavolo, to his family and the kingdom.

The attraction he felt for you, the love that could’ve been, wasn’t enough for him to stay.

There were two types of pain in his chest when he woke up: the pressure in his sternum caused by the sharp edge of the desk and the sting in his heart from the hurt in your eyes.

He didn’t do that, did he?

He accepted you, he accepted your love with open arms, gave his in return. Lucifer could remember the smile in your first kiss just as much as the sincerity in your voice each time you reminded him the depth of your feelings. He always opened his ribcage like you would with a book to show his reciprocation.

Staring at his paperwork in horror, the pool of saliva slowly drying under his distress, Lucifer searched for memories that could prove the existence of your relationship. Your weight on his lap, your scent in his clothes, the last message you sent him, the last time he treated you on a date.

When was that?

How many days ago?

Weeks? Months??

His fingers trembled when he pushed his hair back and he knew the sting in his eyes wasn’t due to fatigue. Now gasping, eyes wide open in panic, he got up and paced around the room, the false reality of his dreams thankfully fading away and letting him see himself pouring two drinks while you stared at him in adoration, setting you on top of the table to kiss you carelessly or letting you drag him out of the office for a good night sleep.

 “Dear Diavolo” he mustered to himself, taking his coat off and letting it fall to the ground before breathing deeply. “How stupid… Stupid…”

Although not entirely, the embarrassment of suffering such despair for a nightmare washed the panic away, making him thank everything that would listen that none of his brothers were there to witness his fear and desperation.

It was the last thing he needed.

However, still hating the oneiric sight of your heartbreak, Lucifer refused to stay in the office. Reading official documents and signing them with his beautifully practised handwriting seemed like proper torture now and he knew that going back to his work would only give him more suffering dreams.

Would you hug him for the rest of the night if he asked or would you rather have the roles reversed, as it usually was? Oh, what he would do to feel your fingers through his hair and your heartbeat under his cheek. He’d stay awake forever if that meant never letting you go the way he did in his dream.

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Mammon – He wouldn’t admit the truth

He thought so lowly of you during your first week in the Devildom that once he caught feelings, admitting them was simply mortifying.

The second born, Avatar of Greed, falling in love with a human? It was embarrassing at best and pathetic at worst.

Yet, he followed you every step of the way. Going to classes, to the cafeteria, back to the house once the day was over...

As days went by, he even spent more time in your room than his; watching a movie, taking a nap, studying or just hanging out.

And when he wanted to do something else? Something more… illegal and underground?

Oh, you followed. You followed him just as blindly as he followed you.

It was painful, yet wonderful.

How full his chest felt whenever you smiled or even looked at him, the complicity in your conversations, the comfortable silence you shared.

The quiet sobs that closed his throat each time he insulted you because he accidentally showed too much of himself, the horrifying emptiness of his room that engulfed him when you finally had enough and wouldn’t let him visit you out of the blue anymore.

Your feelings for him were as clear as the ones he had for you, but none of them were spoken about.

Yours came and went, first hopeful and then neglected.

His stayed.

He still followed, you just didn’t look back anymore.

He woke up crying, body hyperventilating and sweating and mind still in the horror that his dream had created.

He recognized the sheets as the ones from his bed, but everything else looked blurry and too dark to pay attention to. However, Mammon could feel the spot next to him still warm and the silhouette of your figure was visible on the mattress. A quick glance at the door and the lights of the bathroom shining through helped set his heart in a steady pace.

You were there with him, unavailable for just a couple of minutes, but soon to return to the comfort of his arms. Your clothes were mixed with his on the sofa, he was charging his DDD with your charger because his was in your room.

Even if it was hard to say out loud, Mammon loved you too much to ever let you go, as did you.

There was no possibility of that nightmare ever being real.

“Did I wake you up?”

There you stood, above him, hair completely dishevelled, eyes half closed, either from grogginess or the temporary blindness from light exposure, and hands reaching out for him. Your fingers intertwined with his as soon as they found each other and your lips slowly came down to clumsily kiss the corner of his mouth.

“What was that?” he softly laughed, quickly forgetting about the nightmare.

“Shut up, I can’t even see you”

He could only observe in tenderness and relief as you climbed over him, ignoring your side of the bed in favour of his entire torso, but, just when you were settling in, you licked your lips and stared at him, even if you weren’t entirely able to see.

“Baby, are you crying?”

“No, I’m not” he immediately answered in a defensive stance, blushing in embarrassment.

How could you know being blind as a mole?? Did you taste his tears when you kissed him?

“Mammon”

You tried to look serious, but the exhaustion betrayed you, turning your glare into a pout. He could’ve laughed at you, and he would’ve in any other situation, but the feeling of being too late to freely love you still crushed his heart and the only thing he wanted to do was to keep you close and hope you were still there by morning.

“I’m not crying” he insisted, this time in a softer tone.

That seemed to reach whatever was left of your consciousness, so you finally let your head fall on top of his chest to continue your slumber, talking one last time only to say what he needed to hear the most.

“I love you, Mams”

“I love you too” he sighed.

He’d tell you again once you were awake. And once more after that, just to make sure.

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Calm After The Storm

Summary: Tyler Owens x Fe!Reader -> Tyler checks in on you after a tough tornado.

Disclaimer: Mostly fluff, little angst, Tyler dries Reader's hair, love confessions, kisses. Not Proof Read.

Even after two separate showers, silence, blasted music, and two hours spent alone trying to comprehend everything that had just happened, your ears were still ringing. 

Nobody had seen it coming. 

An EF-5 had hit the town out of nowhere. All the data had shown it being an EF-2 at the most, then the wind just seemed to keep building and building until it had destroyed everything and everyone in its path. 

Thankfully, the motel you and the other wranglers had been staying at was just outside of the town, so where you’d spent the night was okay. But for others…their homes had been torn from the ground completely. 

You, Tyler and the others had stuck around for as long as you could until Tyler called it a day. There was a huge Costco two towns over. You’d all go there in the morning and resupply before coming back. Until then, you all needed time to recover. 

Tyler had kept his eye on you. From the minute the tornado had started to grow, he saw the fear in your eyes. You managed to keep it together for everyone else. You always seemed to have that superpower. Put on a front for everyone else because if you panicked, then it would only make them worse. But not with him. 

From day one he’d seen right through it. 

In all honesty, he’d been there himself. Before he started bull riding professionally, he built up that same strength. “You don’t face your fears, you ride ‘em.” That’s what he told people when they asked if he was scared. 

He’d be stupid if he wasn’t scared. But that didn’t mean he had to hide from the things that scared him. 

And you definitely didn’t hide. 

Not at first, at least. He could already hear the excuse you’d give the others. You were tired, you had to update the rest of the data, you wanted to get a headstart, you’d fallen asleep and forgot to set an alarm. Whatever you told the team, they’d believe you. It was all plausible. And you would eventually get around to processing all the data by the next day. 

But Tyler saw the truth. You had a tendency to keep a distance from the rest of the team after a hard chase. And part of him didn’t blame you. He’d done the same once or twice over the years, just needing a little space for a while. 

But this wasn’t the time to be left alone. You needed someone. Whether you wanted to talk about it or not, you needed someone. At least to share a breathing space. 

So, after three hours of giving you space, hearing your shower switch on and off next door at least three times, he grabbed a spare shirt and knocked on your door. You didn’t come to the door. He heard your voice, but it was barely audible through the door. 

He waited a minute before trying the handle. The door clicked open right away and he popped his head inside. You were sitting by the wooden vanity on the opposite side of the room. You were dressed in some fresh clothes, but between the lack of heating in your room and your freshly washed hair, Tyler could see the goosebumps across your skin. 

“Hey, mind if I come in?”

You shook your head lightly before looking at your hands. “No, come on in.”

He nodded and entered before closing the door behind him. “You don’t have to say anything. We don’t have to speak.” He gripped the shirt in his hands a little tighter as he made his way over to you, his eyes going from the floor and up to you in the mirror. “But I don’t want you to be alone.”

“Okay.” 

Again, your voice was quiet. Tyler could see the mask falling and shattering on the floor right in front of him. 

You didn’t continue speaking, so Tyler took the lead. “I brought you one of my jackets. They’re a little thicker so…”

He watched you for a minute. You didn’t move until he got to the very back of you. “Come here.”

Taking your hand and helping you stand, Tyler gave you a brief smile. He shook his jacket open before holding it out for you. You turned around and he helped glide it up your arms and over your shoulders. 

Carefully, he untucked your hair as you turned around before he buttoned it up. 

“Thanks,” you said, quietly. 

Tyler smiled. “Looks better on you than me, anyway.” 

He fixed the collar, your eyes finally meeting his green ones. Then his thumb brushed at the ends of your hair. 

“You got a hairdryer?”

You were a little confused. “Yeah, but I can let it air-dry.” you let out a small laugh. “Don’t think I’ve got the energy to hold one up right now.”

Tyler shook his head. “You’ll catch a cold. Here, sit down.”

“Tyler, you don’t-”

“It’s a hairdryer. I think I know how to work one.”

“That’s not what I was going to say.”

Tyler smiled and nodded his head. “I know. But I’m not having you get sick on me now, Sweetheart. Sit down.”

You did as he said and watched as he moved across to your bathroom and found the hairdryer in a cupboard under the sink. You watched as he unravelled the cord, rounded you and crouched by your side to plug it in. 

“Heat protectant?”

You went to reach for it, but Tyler beat you to it. “Just relax.”

You smiled. And so did he. 

Laying the dryer on the desk for a moment, he sprayed the protectant across your hair, as well as under before running a brush through your hair to get rid of the knots. Each time he hit one, he’d grab a small fistfull of hair before holding it loose against your scalp to avoid pulling on your hair too much. 

Then he started the hairdryer. 

Running your hair through his hands as he did so, you felt yourself leaning into his touch and slowly falling asleep in your seat. Maybe you’d start asking him to do it more often. 

Eventually the hair dryer stopped and Tyler picked the brush up again and where you’d still find knots when you’ve brushed it, Tyler found none. The brush ran smoothly through your hair. 

“There.”

Tyler placed the brush down before sitting on the bench beside you, his back to the mirror. “Thank you. You know, you might have missed your calling as a hairdresser.”

He chuckled. “Thanks.” Then he looked at you. “How are you feeling?”

You sighed a little, “I don’t know. I didn’t even see it coming.”

“None of us did.” 

“I can’t even bring myself to look at the data,” you admitted to him. “I can’t step outside because I feel like the minute I do, everyone is gonna realise it was my fault. That’s if they haven’t realised it already. I missed something.”

Tyler shook his head and took hold of your hand. “It’s not your fault. Y/n, none of us saw that coming. And you didn’t miss anything. We all saw those numbers and we all took the chance. This job is only part science. The rest is part religion. Faith. Chance. Whatever you want to call it. We can rely on the data but sometimes Mother Nature decides to throw us a curveball.”

Tyler placed his hand against your cheek and tilted your head to look at him. “Nobody saw that coming today. And none of this is your fault.”

“Tyler, I was so scared. I thought…”

He nodded, his heart breaking as he saw the tears in your eyes and the shake in your voice. Pulling you into his shoulder, he wrapped his arms around you and just held you. One of his hands held the back of your head, smoothing your hair down. 

“We’re not going anywhere. You won’t lose us. You won’t lose me.”

Your fingertips dug into him a little harder at his last statement before your arms came up his body and you hugged him around his shoulders and neck. 

“I promise.” In his promise, he held you a little tighter, too. 

Less than six hours ago, a moment flashed across his mind as he went from looking at you across from the field to the building tornado. If neither of you ran fast enough, someone would have been lost in the tornado. 

“Sweetheart…” Tyler’s voice whispered softly as he moved his head back a little to look at you.

When you finally did look at him, he wiped the tears from your eyes and tried the already fallen ones from your cheek. “I promise.”

With his eyes on you, you saw the truth in his eyes. You both knew the dangers that came with your jobs, but he meant it. He meant his promise. So you nodded. 

You believed him whole-heartedly. 

And he nodded back, brushing the hair from your face before cupping your cheek once more and pressing a light kiss to your other. 

But as he pulled back, an idea flashed across his mind and it seemed to flash across yours, too. Because half a second later, his lips were pressing a light kiss to your own. Your hand gripped to his shirt a little tighter as you made a small noise with your mouth as he went to pull away. 

You weren’t ready to stop the kiss, because once you did, you didn’t know where you and Tyler would be. 

So, with you still in his hug, he held you tighter as he kissed you. By the time you’d both broken the kiss, you could still feel his kiss on your lips and his arms around you. 

You’d left an imprint on each other to last a lifetime. 

“We should get some sleep.” Tyler told you as his thumb traced your temple. 

“Stay with me?”

Tyler nodded before resting his forehead against yours. “Always.”

“Good.”

He leaned forward and peppered a soft kiss to your lips before standing, and bringing you with him. He helped you into bed first before switching off your bedside lamp, leaving his side on. Finally, rounding the bed, you heard the buckle of his belt before the fabric of his jeans fell down his legs, leaving him in his t-shirt and boxers. Leaving his jeans folded over the back of a chair, he climbed into bed beside you before pulling you into his side and switching the final lamp off. 

As you took a deep breath in, your senses were filled with Tyler and Tyler alone. From his shirt that you were wearing, to the man himself who held you in his arms, you finally realised something. 

The ringing had stopped in your ears and it had as much from the moment Tyler’s voice had rang through your room. 

With his arms around you, you nuzzled into his side finally letting your eyes close and letting yourself relax under his touch as his lips pressed a kiss to your head. “Sweetheart?”

“Hm?”

Tyler hesitated for a moment before speaking, hoping you were still awake enough to hear him. “I love you.”

In the silence, you shuffled around a little until you were looking at him. You had a thousand questions, but they could go unanswered for now, because despite the questions, you already had your answer. 

“I love you, too.”

With his gaze on you, you felt your cheeks heat. You were glad the room was shrouded in darkness, but with his hand that came to hold your face, you were sure even if he couldn’t see it, he could definitely feel your blush. 

His thumb brushed across your cheek for a moment before he pulled you up by his bicep and held you against his body as he kissed you once again. It peppered out, until eventually you rested your head against his chest, hearing his quickened but steady heartbeat. 

That was how you fell asleep, and he kept his promise. Because when you woke up, you were still in his arms, his fingers flexing across your hip when you readjusted yourself at his side. 

[thinkinonsense]

- taking turns.

pairing: x trilogy!logan howlett x fem!reader x ironman 2!natasha romanoff

cw: p in v, spanking, slight voyerism, dirty talk, dom!nat, switch!logan, sub!reader, oral (fem receiving), slight jealousy, spitting, creampie, strap on sex, squirting, bickering

a/n: may or may not be working on a few different logan x f!reader x natasha fics based on their different variants. hope you all enjoy <3

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no matter what it was, logan and natasha couldn't share if their lives depended on it. the three of you have been living together for a couple months now and it seems as if every day they are bickering over something stupid like the television remote, the last baked good that you made, and most importantly, you.

"lo..." you whimper against his lips. "we should wait for nat to come home."

the air was hot and heavy between the two of you. honestly, neither of you two know how it began. one moment you are both watching a movie then the next moment, he has you pinned down underneath him on the couch.

"she won't be back for hours, princess..." he mutters between little nips along your neck. "and i need you now."

ever since the three of you started this relationship, you've set some basic ground rules. one, both parties are solely interested in you; which was easy considering their distaste for each other. two, no one on one time. everyone gets treated the same. both of them liked to watch you crumble every chance they got, even if they weren't the ones doing it.

now, there were a few rare occasions were the rules have been broken. like that time where nat and you did a girls getaway for a weekend or that other time when logan bent you over in his office while nat went on a mission in d.c.

"i can smell how much you want me too." logan groans, grinding his covered crotch against yours. "c'mon, honey... natasha will forgive you."

one of his big hands snakes its way under your shirt to squeeze your breast, distracting you enough to give in. logan then picks you up in his arms and takes you into your guys bedroom. clothes are thrown all around the floor during the process until you're left in your bra and underwear and he's left in just his jeans and boxers. the moment logan lays you down on the bed, you flip the two of you over with a thud against the mattress.

"there's my needy girl." logan smirks, watching you kiss and bite down his neck and chest.

you don't respond in words, only a soft moan as you sink your teeth into his bicep. logan groans, tugging your hair a little to pull you off which only turn you on more.

"dirty little fuckin' thing." he chuckles as you watch your bite mark disappear in seconds. "you needed this more than me, huh?"

he sits up to kiss you but before he gets the chance, you shove him back down against the mattress.

"shut up." you giggle.

once you get his jeans off and he's left bare under you, you slip off your panties and line him up to your entrance. not even fully adjusted to his length yet before logan hears keys jiggling in the door.

"f-fuck, right there." you sigh, slowly moving your hips and finding the perfect rhythm.

down the hall, natasha kicks off her heels and follows the heavenly sound of your whimpers. logan sees nat in the doorway, watching you ride him on the bed.

"so tight for me, princess." he groans with his head thrown back. his thumb made its way down to your button, circling it as he thrusts up into you.

nat makes her way over to the bed, watching you like her prey. too caught up in your own pleasure to realize that it's her hands on your hips, moving you up and down on logan's cock.

"were you this fuckin' needy that you couldn't wait for me to get home?" she asks, breath ticking your neck.

"i-it... fuck, it was l-logan's idea." you pout.

"don't lie, дорогой." she tsked at you. "you'll only make your punishment worse."

without another word, she shoves you down until you are chest to chest with logan. unbeknownst to you, nat and him share a look before she nods; her finger tips trace up your spine until they grip your hair, pulling your head back as logan starts to fuck up into your tight wet heat.

"n-not fair." you pout with a whimper.

"and who said that we have to play fair?" natasha's palm strikes down on your ass.

your back arches at the mix of both pain and pleasure that they give you. her hand slides up your breast, squeezing and pinching your nipples while logan's thumb circles your clit.

"p-please, p-please let me come." you moan, feeling yourself near your high.

"nuh-uh." natasha hissed, slapping logan's hand away from your clit. "you know the rules when you misbehave."

no matter how mean natasha gets, she always makes sure that you're cared for. she is quick to sink her canine teeth into that sweet spot on your neck while rolling your nipples in between her fingers.

"she's so fuckin' pretty, tasha." logan grunts while thrusting harder into your weeping cunt. "should get a look at her."

she lifts up and over you, gripping your chin and pulling your head back to look at you.

"open up, дорогой." she smiles wickedly down at you.

with eyes rolled back, you blindly obey her order as she spits onto your tongue. just as that happens, logan twitches before spilling inside of you. his hands held your hips so tightly, sure to leave bruises tomorrow.

"alright, howlett..." nat glares down at the man. "it's my turn."

logan smirks, not upset in the slightest. if anything he enjoyed seeing this side of the two of you. nat gets up to finish stripping herself of her clothes while logan lifts you up carefully, placing a tender kiss on your lips. you attempt to keep him close, knowing only he can reel natasha in from whatever punishment she has in store for you.

"p-please, lo." your lip quivers as you plead to him with a fucked out gaze.

"sorry, princess." he chuckles. "can't save ya' from her now."

as he gets up, he grabs a cigar off the nightstand and lights it as natasha walks back over to you. the familiar feeling of silicone slaps your puffy clit, making you wince.

"natty, i'm so close..." you whimper, wrapping your legs around her waist. this motion allows the silicone to slip past your opening with ease thanks to logan's release still dripping out of you.

"what makes you think i should let you?" she smiles down at you before beginning her erratic thrusts, almost as brutal as logan's were.

"b-been good, p-promise." you pout, scrunching your nose and trying not to cum without her permission.

"you really think that fuckin' howlett was a good thing?" she asks.

"don't get jealous, tasha." he grins, teasing her.

"she wasn't moaning this loud when you were inside of her." she quips back in response.

"no fighting." you struggled to say, too fucked out at this point.

the sound of your moans broke up their bickering. nat's right hand slides up and around your throat, squeezing just the way you adore.

"g-gonna..." you warn, distracted by a vision of stars as natasha's other hand rubs your clit. never have you felt such an intense wave of euphoria wash over you.

by the time you could even open your eyes again, natasha's abs are covered in your slick and so were logan's thighs from inches over. both of them stare at you with lustful dark blown out eyes. with two fingers running up her abdomen, natasha collects your slick and pushed them past her smeared red lipstick.

"my turn, tasha." logan is quick to say, taking her place.

well, at least they were learning to share.

[sashaisready]

Starting Over: Chapter 2 - Broken

Mob!Bucky x Female Reader

Series Masterlist

When Bucky throws you out of the house for a betrayal and won't listen to your side of the story, you know the only way out is through - it's time to start over. Maybe this was never going to be your happy ending.

I'm sorry, part 2 got a little out of hand in length so I've decided to split it up into different chapters! There should only be one more part after this (maybe??!) Hope you enjoy! This is more of Bucky's POV and gives some more insight into what happened. Thanks for all your engagement with this series, as always comments and reblogs are appreciated! Unfortunately I no longer use taglists.

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Your phone sat on Bucky’s desk as he stared at it blankly. He wasn’t really sure what he expected, maybe that you’d call it, or it would magically reveal some sort of answers to the many questions he had. But it didn’t. It just laid there, about as useful as a rock. A ‘babe, how are you?! we need to hang out soon!’ notification from Natasha had lit up the screen an hour or so before, but otherwise it just continued to sit silently – an insulting prompt that mocked him with your absence, the clock on the screen taunting him with how late it had become.

He'd had a glance at the checking and credit card accounts he’d set up for you, but they hadn’t been touched. In fact, nothing had been touched. None of your clothes had moved, your toiletries remained in the bathroom. You hadn’t even appeared to have taken any shoes with you. Natasha’s casual check-in text suggested your friends were unaware of what had happened. You’d just…vanished. A ghost in the night.

He felt nauseous, his gut churning. He’d tried to find the CCTV footage of you leaving, but the image was grainy – he could hardly make you out. The cameras had been acting up lately, he needed Steve to get them fixed. He kept thinking about you wandering out into the night by yourself, no money, no plan, how he’d forced you out into the cold. The one person he swore to protect, to keep safe.

His guilt was eating him alive.

But then he thought of the recording. Your voice so clear, laughing with the fed – mocking Bucky, calling him names and sneering at his gullibility. He could hardly believe it all at first. Not you? Not his doll, who had opened him up to love in ways he could have never imagined. Surely it couldn’t have been you, who had uprooted his life for the better, who had hit him like a whirlwind, changing his very being forever in all the best ways?

But he’d checked in with Banner who ran the tech and had confirmed you had been there. Your phone had pinged the cell tower in that exact spot they’d tracked the meeting point to. They’d even found a CCTV clip of you getting in a strange car that day, despite telling Bucky you were having Wanda over for a girl’s night. The audio was delivered by his own men, verified by their informant. The evidence was overwhelming.

‘It was so easy’ you had giggled cruelly on the clip, the words burned into his memory, ‘I just fluttered my eyelashes a few times and he was asking me to move in after a few weeks. I barely lifted a finger yet he swallowed everything I gave him and asked for more. Now I know how his whole operation works…but I need more time on the Stark deal. Just give me a bit longer and I’ll have that one-armed pussy spill everything after a few more ‘I love yous’ and dirty fucks. I promise...’

Of course he’d seen red. How could he not? He’d always been hot-tempered (passionate, his mother used to say), and the recording had destroyed his entire world in a matter of seconds. Aside from the betrayal, the pain, he felt humiliated. He’d finally been vulnerable with someone, shared intimacy in ways he’d never experienced with another person – only to find out it was all a lie. A trick. A joke. It affirmed his biggest fear – that he had been correct to build those walls, to protect himself from anyone who would use his feelings against him. Love could be exploited as a weakness, and he’d turned up to the fight unarmed.

In his mind, he’d not thrown you out – not sweet, beautiful you. Not you who held him close in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest, not you who traced his scars with her fingers and encouraged him to take off his prosthetic when you were intimate if he wished to. Not you, who stayed up late on his birthday just to present him with a homemade cake when he came home after an exhausting meeting – insisting he blew out the candles. Did she ever even exist? He’d always joked you were too good to be true. Now he’d accidentally manifested that into reality.

No. He’d thrown out her. The woman who had been gathering intel on him since the moment the two of you had met. The woman who exchanged kisses for information. The woman who had laughed about all of this as she gleefully ratted on him, delighting in her prowess over the foolish, lovesick mob boss she’d so easily toppled. The woman who’d callously worn the mask of someone who loved him. She was thrown out of his house, out of his embrace.

Unfortunately, the two versions of you were one and the same.

But at least he knew better, now. He’d go back to casual sex and pretty girls hanging off his arm. Easy. Fun. Uncomplicated. The walls would go back up and they wouldn’t come down again. Deep down he’d always known that men like him weren’t meant to be loved, that they weren’t worthy of genuine affection. Not all voids could be filled. People like you, or at least who he thought you were, were not for him. They deserved better. You’d always deserved better. He’d had a brief taste of happiness, but that was all he deserved. The universe would continue to punish him for his many bad deeds.

The only thing left to do was finally go to bed, but a solemn knock on the door pulled him from his thoughts. He could tell it was Steve. 

“Steve?” he called, checking his watch. It was late, he’d assumed his second in command had already gone home.

Steve entered looking sullen. He was tensely holding his phone, and someone appeared to be on FaceTime with him. He cautiously extended it to his long-time friend.

“I’m sorry, Buck”, he said gravely.

“Steve..what?” Bucky asked as he gingerly took the phone from him. Sam looked back at him from the small screen, his solemn expression mirroring Steve’s.

“Bucky…I’m sorry,” Sam said quietly in that same tone, filling Bucky with a sinking dread.

Something was very wrong here.

“What is it?” He fired angrily at Sam, “just spit it out…”

Sam flipped the camera around to face what looked like a heap of old rags on the ground. He appeared to be in a parking garage, surrounded by nothing but concrete and darkness. It was hard to make anything out.

“What am I looking at here?” Bucky squinted at the camera as he tried to focus the image. Steve silently observed over his shoulder.

“Tell him what you just told us,” came the sound of Sam’s furious voice off-camera.

Bucky watched with confusion at the screen as Sam's boot suddenly kicked out at the heap, and the heap moved.

And then he clicked.

The ‘heap’ was a man.

The man groaned and cried out as Bucky realised the ‘rags’ were ripped, bloody clothes. He rolled over in obvious pain as Sam manoeuvred the camera to get a better look. As the man turned over, Bucky recognised his face. 

It was one of his own. 

“Rumlow?” Bucky asked with confusion. 

Behind him, Steve moved closer and leaned forward to watch the screen. “Just watch, Buck” he said sombrely.  

Rumlow looked up at the phone, blearily staring into the lens as he squinted at the phone light. His face was bruised and bloodied. Someone had given him a good going over. 

“It was me. Alright? I did it,” Rumlow groaned.

“Did what?” Bucky sneered, still not entirely clear on where this was going – but already feeling his anger mounting.

Rumlow sighed heavily and Sam gave him another swift kick to the ribs to encourage him to continue. 

He moaned out in pain and closed his eyes. “Aaargh. Alright…I did it! I did it okay! I made the recording!” he spat.

Bucky’s eyes darkened as comprehension of the situation unfolding began to take hold. His fist tightened around the phone screen. “Which recording…Rumlow?” He asked, his voice sinisterly calm. 

Rumlow paused and spat a wad of blood onto the floor. Bucky recognised the look of fear building in the man’s eyes, he’d seen it many times before. Rumlow was stalling to delay the inevitable.

“Tell me!!” Bucky roared at the phone, holding it so tightly in his fist that the screen might crack.

He watched Rumlow wince as he turned away from the screen, dropping his head in defeat.

“Of your girl…talking to the police…it wasn’t her-uh-it wasn’t even real. I used AI. From…from recordings of her voice from old security footage…I’m sorry…I just-”

But Bucky was eerily composed. Rumlow took his silence as the cue to continue.

“I hacked into the security system and planted the clip of her getting in the car. And I stole her phone for a few hours when she was at the house with a friend, planting it at the meeting point then driving back with it. She didn’t even notice it was gone…I’m sorry I…”

Bucky cleared his throat. He tapped a single contemplative finger over his lips as his eyes glazed over.

“Sam?” he asked, his voice void of emotion. 

Sam flipped the camera back to face himself. He looked grimly into the lens. “I’m sorry Buck…we had no idea…I caught him on the phone with the feds about the shipment – he thought I’d already left and-”

“Keep him warm,” Bucky interrupted, his voice cold like ice, “I have more urgent matters to attend to first, but I will deal with him”.

Sam merely nodded. Just as he cut the call, Bucky heard Rumlow wail and beg in the background. He’d be doing a lot more of that soon.

In a sudden fog of anger, Bucky pelted his phone hard against the wall. He roared with rage, lobbing his scotch glass at the window – shattering both. He flipped his desk, the chair, the bookcase – leaving a tsunami of destruction in his wake. Steve merely watched on, patiently. He knew Bucky needed to vent whichever way he could.

Eventually Bucky slowed, panting with exertion as he took a second to try and slick back his hair, now unkempt and messy from his outburst. He pulled back his shoulders as he attempted to regain his composure.

“We’ll find her, Buck”, Steve told him unwaveringly. “She can’t have gone far on foot. Then you can explain everything and apologise”.

Bucky shook his head as he ran his hands through his hair. Toeing the pile of debris that now cluttered his office floor he sighed heavily. “She told me she didn’t do it, Steve. And I didn’t believe her…”

“The recording was very convincing,” Steve clamped a sympathetic hand onto Bucky’s shoulder, “it sounded just like her – and had all of us fooled. Not to mention the phone location evidence…the CCTV of her leaving…before I came up here, Sam told me that this AI is brand new tech, far more advanced and convincing than what the masses have access to…”

Bucky bleakly shook his head, “Doesn’t matter. She’s my girlfriend and I’m supposed to trust her. Believe her. When I heard her voice on that recording I just…”, he trailed off sadly, “…it tapped into my worst fears…”

Steve nodded sagely. “Let’s just find her first, and you can talk to her. And then we can deal with Rumlow”.

Bucky grimaced, “I knew he was a risk to take on…with our shared history in HYDRA’s organisation…but I never thought…”

“Let’s just find her for now,” Steve repeated, always calm in a crisis. He pulled out his phone, making calls to various members of their group, sending out texts and kicking off various communication chains. In mere minutes, they’d have entire squads of their men scouring the area with a fine-tooth comb.

Bucky stood amongst the wreckage – the room’s physical ruins a glaring reminder that this wasn’t the only mess he’d made tonight. He pulled his own phone from his jacket pocket, opening his photo album as the pings and buzzes from Steve’s device filled the room. He flicked through the pictures of you: your face cheesily grinning at the camera, your lips sweetly planted on his cheek, a candid shot of you cooking in the kitchen – caught off-guard, your mouth a small ‘o’ of surprise. You’d asked him to delete it as you thought you looked dumb, but he insisted he keep as he like the way your eyes sparkled in it. It was one of his favourites. Looking at the pictures helped him calm down, his breath evening as he remembered what was important here. He ran a finger over the image of your face, “I’m sorry, doll” he whispered, “I promise I’ll do anything I can to fix this…”

A couple of miles away, you slept deeply in the tear-stained hotel sheets – completely unaware of the organised efforts to track you down. You didn’t dream, you didn’t stir, you just slept - grateful to give yourself over to oblivion.

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There had only been a few places you could have gone on foot.

Bucky’s men had worked quickly despite the late hour. The local police force, already firmly in Bucky’s pocket, loaned him a few law enforcement bodies to assist with the search, no questions asked – as was standard. Sheriff Bodecker always played ball. They collected the CCTV from local businesses, doorbell cam footage from local residents (who weren’t particularly happy to be woken to do so, but didn’t have much choice), swept the area on foot and in vehicles. It was faintly possible you had hitchhiked and thumbed a ride into the city, but Bucky knew this wasn’t likely, so they put that option on the backburner – although it hadn’t been entirely ruled out.

The gas station staff hadn’t seen you, but their CCTV did catch a blurred figure passing in the road opposite the camera. A faint outline of your route started to emerge as the puzzle pieces came together. Eventually, Bucky was sent the security footage of you checking into the Holiday Inn. His heart pulled as he watched you looking lost at the reception desk – your eyes round like saucers as you produced crumpled dollar bills, head turning left to right as you surveyed your drab surroundings. He could only imagine how lost you must’ve felt, how hurt and betrayed. Exiled by the man you loved, you trusted, and having to hunker down in a shitty roadside hotel. Part of him was impressed by your ability to pick yourself up and keep going even in the toughest circumstances – it was one of the many reasons he loved you. But mainly, he was ashamed. Ashamed that he’d pushed you to this, that he’d failed you in so many ways.

Bucky inhaled deeply as he closed the hotel clip on his phone, nodding to his driver and stepping into the dark SUV.

I’m on my way, doll.

[imagine-a-life-like-this]

Ways To Say : I Love You

Word Count : 6.6k

Warnings : swearing, brief sexual content (like maybe 2 sentences), food, workout, brief mention of blood (nose bleed), maybe slight angst but not really, tried my best to make it gender neutral but mentions of makeup and manicures/pedicures

Synopsis : Best friend Ateez realizing they're falling in love with you and the different ways they show it.

Seonghwa

Wants to build Lego with you

            He used to enjoy building Lego alone, on live with Atiny, and the odd time with San. But as he realizes he’s falling for you, he wants to share one of his favourite activities with you. He wants to share everything with you.

            Seonghwa would take time to set everything up perfectly before you came over. Drinks and snacks set up along with the Lego sets he bought specifically for this occasion. One for him and one for you. Though he would never admit to it, he bought this specific Lego set for you because it reminded him of you the second he saw it.

            He even sat down each of the members and told them to leave the two of you alone, though that didn’t happen. They each took turns interrupting your time together for one reason or another. You never noticed the scowl on Seonghwa’s face whenever they came in because every time you looked at him, he was smiling. It was hard for him to stay mad when you were around.

Spa days

            The idea came to him when you were complaining about your skin, wishing it looked as smooth as his. He called you over on one of his days off and ushered you into the bathroom. You were confused but it was Seonghwa, so you allowed him to do whatever it was.

            He had bought you all the same products he uses and went through his routine with you. If he was paying attention, he would have seen the pure adoration pouring out of your eyes as you looked at him. It was a passing complaint you made that you didn’t realize he took note of, and it melted your heart realizing how much attention he pays you.

            Spa days became a regular thing between the two of you. And Seonghwa would continue to get more and more elaborate with them. Buying new face masks to try, getting manicure sets so you could do each other’s nails, and even getting the fluffy white robes to complete it all.

            Now he has an entire photo album on his phone dedicated to pictures of the two of you with different face masks on. He scrolls through them when he misses you.

Shopping together

            Shopping with you has honestly become one of his all time favourite things to do. He loves spoiling you, even though you always fight him on it, telling him you can pay for your own clothes. He’d never tell you, but he loves seeing you in the outfits that he not only picked out but also paid for. It’s like the possessive side of him comes out seeing you dressed head to toe in something he bought for you.

            He also loves watching you put together outfits for him. You try to match his fashion sense, but even if you didn’t, he would wear every single outfit, because you picked it out. He walks out of the change rooms with a wide smile in every outfit, and always ends up buying every single one, even the ones you made just for fun.

            Today you notice Seonghwa seems a little off as he flicks through the different articles of clothing, but you chalk it up to exhaustion. And then he turns to you, holding up two outfits that are very similar, and you cock your head to the side asking who they’re for. His voice his soft when he answers, “Couple outfits. For us.” He was smiling nervously as he waited for your answer. But there really was only one answer to give, because how could you not fall in love with Park Seonghwa?

Bonus

            “I can’t believe that fucking worked!” Jongho exclaimed when he saw the two of you enter the dorms in the matching outfits. You and Seonghwa just shrugged and smiled at each other before heading into his room. He had everything set up for your usual spa day, except this time you asked him to put the face mask on for you.

            He sat you on the bathroom counter and stood in between your legs as he carefully put the mask on your face. He stole a quick kiss and then asked you to put his mask on him.

Hongjoong

Lets you choose his nail polish colour

            Everyone else knew about his feelings for you before he did. They would watch as he looked at you with a certain fondness in his eyes he didn’t have for anyone else. He even left the studio more often so he could spend more time with you. But none of it made it click for him until you were looking through his nail polishes and asked if you could choose the next colour.

            He agreed immediately, absolutely zero hesitation. Oh. OH. Oh fuck. But when he looked over at you, seeing you holding up a bottle of nail polish with a wide smile, everything felt okay. It felt better than okay. And he suddenly had a new favourite colour. Though his favourite colour seemed to change every week, matching whichever colour you picked out for him.

            He would think of you every time he looked down at his painted nail. When he missed you, or was nervous, he would look down at his nail, and picture you with that same wide smile, and everything would feel okay again.

Sneaks candid pictures of you

            Hongjoong loves taking pictures wherever he goes. He loves preserving the memories. Loves looking back through them and remembering the places he’s been, the people he’s met. But the more he falls for you, the more pictures he takes of you.

            When you’re sleeping, eating, laughing, existing. If the two of you are out and about, he snaps a couple pictures of the scenery, but most of the pictures he takes are of you. Enjoying the view, or just standing there. No matter what, you look perfect to him, and he can’t help but take a million pictures trying to capture your beauty.

            He has an entire album on his phone dedicated to pictures of just you. The members teased him about it when they found out about it, telling him he was down horrendous. He absolutely was, and he really didn’t mind.

            His camera has even more pictures of you. Enough for multiple exhibits of just you. Wooyoung told him he should rent out a building and put on an exhibit just for you as his confession. And he hates that he entertained that thought for a couple days. Going as far as calling a couple different places to see how much it would cost to rent it out for a day. But then the possibility that you might find it weird or creepy crossed his mind, and he canceled everything.

Shows you every new song first

            Hongjoong calling you in the middle of the night to show you a new song became your new normal. The first couple times you were angry. But then you realized how special it was to be the first to hear every new song. And he started having your favourite coffee ready for you when you arrived, and you started loving these moments.

            He seemed nervous when he called this time. More nervous than normal. But you weren’t sure if you were making it up in your sleepy state or not. Hongjoong was usually nervous when showing you a new song, wanting your honest opinion, even if it meant you hated it. You never did. He really is a musical genius.

            You sit in your usual spot, a cup of coffee immediately being slid into your hands. “I want you to pay extra attention to the lyrics of this one.” He could barely meet your eyes, but you ignored it, nodding and preparing yourself for the song.

            You quickly realized that he was confessing his love in this song, and felt your heart sink a little. Part of you hoped your feelings weren’t one sided, but it seems like that’s the case. But you tried to keep the smile on your face so he wouldn’t think you hated the song, or worse, catch onto your feelings. But he saw the split second of sadness on your face and realized that you weren’t catching on.

            So he slides the lyric paper in front of you. And the first thing you notice is the title. Your name.

Bonus

            “I still think you should have done the private photography exhibit of all of the pictures you’ve taken of them.” Wooyoung said when Hongjoong announced your new relationship. You looked over at your boyfriend, seeing his face turn red.

            “Meet me in my room later.” He told Wooyoung through gritted teeth. “Ignore him. He doesn’t know what he’s talking about.” You shake your head.

            “No, no. I want to see these pictures. Please?” He could feel himself caving the second he saw the pout on your face.

            “Make sure you ask to see the ones on his phone too.” San added with a wink before running away so Hongjoong couldn’t catch him.

Yunho

Brings you coffee/food when you’re studying/working late

            Yunho knew when he met you that you were going to be more than a friend to him. It was so easy to talk to you and spending time with you made him happy. He knew he was going to crush on you. But he didn’t know he was going to fall this hard.

            Standing in the long line to get your favourite food, he checks his phone again. It’s nearing 10:30. You said you would be done at 11. He’s next, so he knows he’ll make it time to meet you outside with the food.

            He’s not sure when this little tradition started. Whenever you’d be out late, he would go pick up whatever it was you were craving and bring it right to you for whenever you finished. He remembers the first time he did it, surprising you with dinner after you got out. You were so happy you almost cried. He remembers you hugging him as tight as you could, and he didn’t want you to let go.

            That’s when he knew this was more than just a crush. Because in that moment, he knew he would do absolutely anything to see you that happy again. He would even steal the moon for you.

Playing video games together

            It started with you asking him to teach you how to play his favourite games. You would sit on his lap and he would guide your hands until you learned all the controls. No one has to know that you purposely took longer to learn the controls so he’d hold your hands longer.

            One day he surprised you with your own set up so you two could play together. Though you preferred when he was teaching you, you still loved this time together. The two of you could play for hours without realizing it, getting lost in each other more than the game, but no one had to know.

            Even finds himself only playing when you were available, because it’s only fun with you now. Though he’ll play with the members if they ask, it’s still more fun with you, but he’d never tell them that, (they know).

            When he’s on tour and unable to play, you’ll still call him when you play. He smiles the whole time as he listens to you play his favourite game, and he wonders why he didn’t teach you sooner.

Slow dancing together

            You’re not sure when it began. The sudden slow dancing around the dorms when it was just the two of you. One day, Yunho just put on a song, held out his hand, and asked you to dance. And how does one say no to slow dancing with Jeong Yunho?

            The first couple times were clumsy. Missing steps, tripping over each other, skipping beats. But neither one of you cared, because it was just the two of you, and you were having fun. You didn’t even notice that Yunho was playing the same song on repeat.

            Soon it became a thing. As soon as it was just the two of you, Yunho would put on the same song, hold his hand out, and ask you to dance. You never said no. You loved the intimacy of it. Of being in his arms, of being close to him.

            After a while, you both got the hang of it. Sweeping around the house together with ease, as if it was second nature. As if this is what you two were born to do; dance together just like this.

            Today he smiles down at you, his eyes filled with love as he looked at you. And the words spill from his lips before he can stop them. “You know, this is good practice for our wedding.” And for the first time in months, you trip over his feet.

Bonus

            “This is why you ask us to leave whenever Y/n comes over?” Mingi asks as he walks in on you two slow dancing. “Just confess already.” You both giggle.

            “I did that last week, princess.” Yunho tells Mingi, pulling you into his chest and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

            “Don’t tell me you said something cringey like this was practice for your wedding.” Mingi could tell by the look on Yunho’s face that that’s exactly what he did. “Oh come on! How many months of planning and that was the best you came up with?”

            “Hey! Between the two of you, only one of you is in a relationship.” You spoke up in defense of your boyfriend. Yunho chuckled when Mingi’s jaw dropped.

            “That’s my baby.”

Yeosang

Shares all his food with you

            Now Yeosang didn’t mind sharing most of his food with his friends, but when it came to certain things, he would rather bite their finger than share even a bite. But when it came to you, he wouldn’t hesitate sharing everything, even his chicken.

            It came as a surprise, even to him, when you asked for a bite of his chicken and he handed it to you with no hesitation. He was smiling to himself as he watched you take a bite, your eyes widening slightly as you nod your head. “Yours is so much better.” You had exclaimed. And he wasted no time in switching your plates so you could enjoy your dinner.

            He finally understood all those people who said they could feel full just watching someone they love eat. And he knows he wouldn’t hesitate to do it again. Especially if it meant you would smile at him like you are now. Your arm linked with his was just a nice bonus.

Spontaneous trips

            The second he knew he had the week off, he was at your place with two plane tickets to the place you’ve been wanting to go to for a while. He remembers you showing him pictures of the places you wanted to see there, the different foods you wanted to try. And he knew he wanted to be the one to take you.

            He loved that you didn’t ask questions. Just quickly packed a bag with lots of excitement, and then the two of you were off on a week long vacation. It was one of the best decisions he ever made, if he was honest. A close second to leaving for KQ.

            Despite all the other tourists and the locals, it felt as if it was just the two of you. All his focus was on you, and most of the pictures he took were also of you. Except for the few he took to post for Atiny. And when he leaves for tour in a couple weeks, he knows he’ll be scrolling through these pictures, waiting for the next time he could take you on a trip.

            It didn’t take long before it became a tradition for the two of you. Whenever he had an extended break, he would buy two plane tickets to a destination you haven’t been to. You’ve learned to keep a bag packed so you’re ready to go when he comes to pick you up.

            Yeosang also started planning short trips to places around Korea for his shorter breaks, because he just wanted to spend all his breaks with you. He loved getting to spend this one on one time with you, loved showing you places he’s been on tour, showing you the world.

            He also began sending you pictures of the places they were while he was on tour, making a mental list of the ones you seemed excited to see. Yeosang had an entire list in his phone of the places he wanted to take you, complete with sights to see and food to try under each one. The list was ever growing, and he can’t wait to show each place.

Let’s you practice makeup on him

            It started with a simple, “Sangie, can I do your makeup?” and ended up becoming a weekly thing you liked to do. You’d sit in his lap and gently apply the products on his face. It soon became one of his favourite things to do with you because he loved having you so close, loved how intimate it felt.

            As you did his makeup, you would compliment his features. Tell him how pretty you found him. Atiny helped him not hate his birthmark, but you? Oh god you? You made him fall in love with it. The way you’d trace it softly with your fingertips with a soft smile on your face, whispering the word pretty every single time. You never covered it, telling him it was one of your favourite parts of him.

            You helped him see himself through your eyes. He’s never felt so pretty, so confident. And he realizes he can’t hold back anymore. He wants you, needs you, loves you. You’re sitting on his lap, his arms are wrapped around you so you don’t fall, and your face is so close. You told him you were going to turn him into the fairy prince he really is. “Sangie! Your cheeks are so red I don’t even need to use blush. You’re so cute!”

            You boop his nose and he knows that this is his chance. He slowly leans forward, risking everything in this moment. It’s slow at first and then fast and sudden. He captures your lips in a kiss and waits for you to push him away, but you wrap your arms around his neck and kiss him back. He risked everything, and it was worth it.

Bonus

            “Oop my bad. I just needed to grab something. Please carry on.” Yunho says as he tiptoes into the room and grabs something off his bed and leaves again. “Guys! They were kissing! It finally happened!” They heard as Yunho made his way back to where the rest of the members were.

            “Kissing?! Before marriage?!” Wooyoung yells and Yeosang can hear him running to the bedroom before he was stopped by someone, probably Hongjoong.

            “Just accept that he likes Y/n more than you.” Jongho teased. Yeosang chuckled and you blushed. Then he brought your face closer to his, bringing you in for another kiss.

San

Buying/sharing plushies

            San loves plushies, it’s just a well known fact. He has favourites of the ones he owns, but he loves them all. And he enjoys buying new ones that he finds. He also loves you, which is not a well known fact. He doesn’t even realize it at first, until he’s standing in the plushy aisle in a store, holding one that reminds him of you, and he feels happy.

            He buys it immediately, gifting it to you the next time he sees you. San watches your eyes light up when you see it, and he has a need to see it again. You told him you’ve been jealous of his collection, and before he could stop himself, he’s offering half custody to you.

            That’s where it began. Every weekend the two of you would swap a plushy or two. He was nervous to part with his favourites at first, but you would send selfies of you with them doing random things together. Like having a movie night, or a spa day, or just eating a meal together. And he loved it. So much so he made one of the pictures the wallpaper on his phone.

            You always made sure to take good care of his plushies because you knew how much they meant to him. They always came back in the same condition they left, except they smelled like you. It became his new favourite thing. And he would cuddle the ones that smelled like you at night, imagining it was you next to him instead.

Pool days

            San loves the pool. He could stay in the water for hours, just chilling, swimming, vibing. Him and the members tried to go whenever they could, but it wasn’t nearly as often as he wanted. When you moved to a new place with a pool, you offered for him to come over whenever he wanted and the two of you could enjoy pool days together.

            He jumped at the opportunity to spend more time with you, and the chance to show off his body. He’s worked hard to get it to where it is now, he’s proud of it, and he wants you to enjoy it. Wants you to ogle, stare, drool. He hopes to be the person in your horny fantasies. The one in your wet dreams.

            Little did he know that checking him out was exactly the plan when you offered for him to come over. You’ve seen pictures, but you wanted to see the real deal. Wanted to see it up close and personal. Your eyes were glued on him and he was soaking it all in. He felt a sense of pride watching your eyes follow him everywhere he went. You were taking mental pictures for a late night alone.

            “Join me.” He says after jumping into the pool. You were sat in a lounge chair, enjoying the view, but you could also enjoy the view from up close. San watched as you took your clothes off, leaving you in your swimsuit. And he realized that he was unprepared to see you in a swimsuit. Only preparing himself for you to see him in his swimsuit. And now he has to figure out how to get rid of his boner before you both decide to get out of the pool.

Carries you around everywhere

            You’re not sure when or why it started, but San developed a thing for carrying you around. Whether it was a piggyback ride, or he was just picking you up in his arms. He never seemed to have a destination in mind, just wandering around with you on his back or in his arms. He just loves having you close.

            He’s always been a clingy guy, but he wants to be clingier with you, if that was possible. That’s why he wants to carry you everywhere, so he can always have you touching him in some way. Your touch is his favourite.

     ��      He’s picking you up as soon as he sees you, something you’ve become very used to over the last couple months. Though it seems as if today he has a destination in mind because he’s not just aimlessly wandering around. Before you can ask where you’re going, you’re being set down in front of a man you’ve only seen in pictures and videos on the internet. “Soulmate 1, meet soulmate 2!” San beams.

            “Hey! You can only have one soulmate!” Wooyoung pouts. You can’t help but giggle.

            “You’re my platonic soulmate. Y/n is my romantic soulmate.”

Bonus

            “San has a s/o!” Wooyoung yells as he runs off to who knows where. You’re still standing there, staring at San with wide eyes, but he just looks at you with a smile, cocking his head to the side. He looked so cute, and you felt so lucky that he saw you as his soulmate.

            “I love you.” You blurted out suddenly. San just chuckled, pulling you into his arms.

            “I know.” He says, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “I love you too.” You were too shocked to ask how he knew, but it didn’t really matter. Because at the end of the day, he loves you too.

Mingi

Smiles/laughs more when you’re around

            Yunho noticed it first. The almost automatic smile that would make its way onto Mingi’s face whenever he saw you. Even just being in the same room in you would make him smile. How he laughed at all your jokes, even the ones that weren’t all that funny. Mingi would laugh like it was the funniest joke he’s ever heard. Every single time.

            Whenever Mingi was having a bad day, Yunho would call you over, and Mingi would brighten up almost instantly. “Heard you’re having a rough day. Want to talk about it?” You’d ask with such a soft voice and so much affection pouring from your eyes, Yunho felt like a third wheel immediately.

            It was as if you two were in your own little world. Mingi would play with your hand as he rambled about his day, and you listened to every word. When he was finished, he would look at you and smile, and it was like a weight was lifted off of him. Even if nothing was fixed, everything was better.

            “I love your smile.” You told him once. “It’s my favourite thing about you.”

Will do anything to make you laugh

            His smile was your favourite thing about him, but your laugh was his favourite thing about you. To him, your laugh sounded like pure joy, pure happiness. Your laugh could make even his worst days better. Your laugh makes stars shine brighter, makes hot chocolate taste sweeter, makes colours more vibrant. He could write an entire album based entirely on your laugh.

            So whenever he sees you upset, he’s on a mission. He will do absolutely anything to make you laugh. Even if it involves embarrassing himself repeatedly. Funny faces, dumb jokes, falling over. He’ll even get the members involved if nothing else seems to work.

            This is when the others started to clue into his feelings for you. And they all wonder how you can’t see it, when it’s so clear and in your face.

Clumsier when you’re around

            Mingi is always clumsy, but he tends to trip over himself more when you’re around. It’s as if he completely forgets how to walk, forgets where his limbs are and how they work, whenever you come around.

            A few times he overpoured his drink because he saw you as he was pouring and got distracted by how attractive you are. He didn’t want to look away, couldn’t look away. You’re magnetic to him. Ethereal. “You’re spilling.” You pointed out to him with a giggle.

            “I meant to do that. Thought the counter was thirsty too.” He tried to play it off. You just nodded and helped him clean it up, making a comment about how the counter must have not been that thirsty after all. And that was the final straw for him. He was in love with you. Irrevocably so. The words almost came spilling out like the juice on the counter, but he bit his tongue. Do you feel the same?

            When you left that day, the other members gave him a pep talk so that the next time you came over, he would confess to you. Every doubt he had, they would squash away.

            What if Y/n doesn’t feel the same? They look at you like you hung the stars in the sky.

            What if forget what to say? Write it down. Practice. Just like our songs. Pretend they are lyrics.

            What if I can’t speak? Here. Use this whiteboard.

            What if… You’ll do great, princess.

            The second he sees you, he’s tripping over his feet to greet you, literally. He falls flat on his face in front of you and your eyes widen as he just lays there. You wonder if he knocked himself out by accident, but then he picks his head up and looks at you. He’s smiling, but you can see the blood dripping from his nose, and you go to rush to help him, but he starts speaking before you can do anything. “I’m just falling for you physically and emotionally.”

Bonus

            You sat next to him on the couch, dabbing up the now dried blood under his nose. “You’re lucky it’s not broken.”

            “Hey, I got a s/o out of it so it would have been worth it.” You couldn’t help the blush that dusted across your cheeks, but you shook your head to try and hide your flustered state.

            “Oh my gOd! They’re dating your honor.” San said as everyone piled back into the dorms.

            “What happened to your face?” Jongho asked.

            “Did you say something stupid so Y/n punched you?” Wooyoung joined in.

            “I tripped.” Mingi mumbled, looking down at his hands. You grabbed one in your own, lacing your fingers together, and giving a quick squeeze, reassuring him that everything was okay.

            “That’s our clumsy princess.” Yunho chuckled.

Wooyoung

Teaching you to cook/cooking together

            Wooyoung loves to cook. Especially when he’s cooking for those he loves. You became one of his favourite people to cook for when he realized he was falling. Part of it was to make sure you were eating well, the other part was just him wanting to show off, show you he’d make a great partner.

            And then you asked him to teach you. He could feel his heart wanting to beat out of his chest as you looked at him with your pleading eyes. How could he deny you when you looked so cute begging him like this?

            He loved how domestic it felt to be in the kitchen with you like this, the two of you cooking a meal to eat together. You were chopping the vegetables, having a little bit of trouble, when you felt arms wrap around you. He gripped your hands with his. “If you do it like this, it’s easier.” He said softly in your ear, causing shiver to go up your spine. You stuttered out a thank you and tried to replicate his moves on your own.

            Wooyoung still did most of the work, but he gave you all the credit, taking a bite and telling you that you did such a great job. It made you laugh, and that’s all that matters to him.

Teaches you Ateez choreography

            Every comeback, the members ask their idol friends to do dance challenges with them to post on Tiktok. Fans love to see the little interactions between their favourite idols and see them try each other’s choreography. You were no different. Even tried to learn some of the dances yourself.

            Wooyoung had once walked in on you trying to learn the choreography to Seventeen’s new song and decided from then on he would teach you Ateez’s choreography. Your face lit up when he offered, and you told him that you always wanted to learn, but some of the dances looked really hard.

            Just like he was a great cooking teacher, he was also a great dance teacher, and you picked up on the moves quite quickly. “You could be our ninth member.” He had joked a few times with a smile on his face.

            “8 makes 1 team.” You responded with a smirk. You were right, of course. But that still didn’t stop him from making the joke every time you nailed a new dance. He was proud of you and he hopes you know that.

            Now every comeback, Wooyoung comes to you first. He can’t post the dance challenge he films with you, but he can look back on them when he misses you.

Mani pedi dates

            It started with him wanting to pick out the colour for you. And the design, if you got one. Then he started scrolling Pinterest for ideas for you. Which then turned into him saying you should get nails to match their albums. And then finally, matching nails.

            You would make the appointment when he was free, he would pick the design for both of you. It was relaxing and a great bonding experience for the two of you. He loved spending the couple hours it took for the both of you to get mani pedi’s together. Catching up on the days you were apart. And he would pay every single time. For both of you. No matter how much you protested, so you just gave up.

            Today, the nails weren’t based on any Ateez albums, or songs. He chose something with hearts. “I’m confessing.” He tells you, and your heart sinks. He likes someone? “I want to introduce you to the person I’m in love with today. Come over for dinner?” He loves someone. He’s in love with someone. You just nod, and the two of you go your separate ways.

            You dress as nicely as you can, hoping the makeup you put on covered the sadness you were feeling. “I can do this.” You chant to yourself as you make your way over. “I’ll meet them and then I’ll move on from him.” You say before ringing the doorbell. Wooyoung answers with a smile, taking your hand in his, and whisking you inside, where you see a table set for two, but no other person.

            You try not to think too much of it. Try not to get your hopes up. They’re probably running late. Or maybe they’re in the bathroom. And you’ll soon see how perfect for Wooyoung they are, and then you’ll go back home and drown your sorrows in a tub of ice cream. “Y/n, meet the person I’m in love with.”

            You bring yourself back to reality. Stood in front of a mirror. And everything clicks for you. “You’re a little shit.”

Bonus

            “He did what and you still said yes?” Seonghwa asked. “Did you at least hit him first?”

            “They kissed me.” Wooyoung answered with a proud smile. “A lot.”

            “Okay they don’t need to know all those details.” You place your hand over his mouth, telling him to shut up.

            “No, no. I think we do. Please, tell us more.” Yeosang teased.

Jongho

Clingy with you

            Jongho doesn’t realize he’s falling for you until a movie night where you cuddle up to him, and he doesn’t squirm away from your touch. In fact, he softens under your touch, feels safer under your touch. That’s when he looks over at you, your attention still on the movie, and he realizes he loves you.

            From that point on, he becomes clingy with you. Greeting you with a hug, goodbye hugs, cuddles whenever he sits next to you. It just feels natural to be touching you in someway. And it becomes a common sight for everyone to see that no one catches on to his underlying feelings for you.

            He loves to play with your hands or the rips in your jeans if he’s nervous. Jongho has also started grabbing for your hand when walking around, so he doesn’t lose you in the crowds, and so you don’t wander off if you find a stray cat.

            When he has a particularly bad day, he’s coming to you immediately. Laying on top of you on the couch or in bed, his head on your chest, your hands in his hair. It relaxes him immediately. Just listening to your heartbeat, feeling you play with his hair, it feels like home. Sometimes you hum your current favourite song softly, sometimes you’ll tell him about your day. He loves every second.

Going to the gym together

            The gym is where Jongho gets most of his alone time. Sometimes another member or two will tag along, but they tend to stick to their own routines. But the second he heard you mention wanting to start going to the gym, he offered for you to join him.

            He helped you get a routine going. Taught you how to use the machines. Jongho was basically your personal trainer that you didn’t have to pay. You just didn’t know how to tell him the whole reason you agreed to join him was to watch him workout.

            But he knew. He had overheard your conversation with one of your friends who was asking why the sudden interest in the gym. It’s not that I’m interested in the gym per se. But watching guys, watching Jongho workout? Yes please. He wouldn’t lie, that single sentence, that single revelation, gave him a boost of confidence.

            He started wearing tank tops when he knew it would be just you two at the gym. Would make sure to be somewhere nearby so you could have a nice view. He would smirk to himself whenever he caught you watching instead of focusing on your own workout. If it was you, he didn’t mind one bit.

Always comes when you call

            The first time was when you missed the last bus. It was late and seconds away from raining. And you really didn’t have the money to Uber. You called Jongho almost in tears, and he was in the car before you could even finish your sentence.

            The second time was when your friend bailed last minute and you didn’t have any other way home. You apologized even more than the first time. He reassured you that it didn’t matter him what else he had going on, he would always come when you called. Always.

            And he did. Even on the days when you were just calling because you just didn’t feel like taking the bus after the day you had. He never complained, was never upset. He was always smiling when you got into his passenger seat, reassuring you that he really didn’t mind picking you up.

            It was another day of you calling for him to pick you up. He was already in the car the second he heard your ringtone. You apologized for calling, and he could heard the exhaustion in your voice, could hear the tears you were trying to hold back. If he could, he would have broken every road law just to get to you faster.

            “I’m so sorry.” You apologize again. He takes in your tired state and tells you once again not to worry about it. “I just feel like I’m always bothering you.”

            “Would it make you feel better if I was your boyfriend?” He says suddenly. “Fuck I didn’t mean to say that.” He can’t look at you, but if he did, he would see you looking at him with wide eyes and mouth agape. You’re speechless, unsure of what to say. Because you would still feel like a bother, but you would feel better in general if he was your boyfriend.

            “I mean maybe.” You answer finally. “I think you’ll have to ask me to find out.”

Bonus

            The two of you walk into the dorms hand in hand, ready for the chaos that is about to ensue. “I knew it!!” Yeosang exclaimed when he saw the two of you. “Everyone said I was insane for saying Jongho liked Y/n! But look at them now!”

            “Technically you’re wrong.” Jongho replied. “I love Y/n.”

            “Holy shit?!” Wooyoung exclaimed.

            “I knew there was a reason you were going to the gym more often!” San added in.

            “My s/o likes watching me workout.” Jongho tells them with a smile, and you look over at him in shock.

            “How the fuck did you know that?”

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Crush series - Compatibility test : your kinks vs their kinks (18+)

Minors do not interact.

Group 1

For you my group 1 I intuitively channeled the song Alibi as I picked your picture on Pinterest. Maybe some of you have struggled with intimacy in the past and/or were surrounded by abusive people. You may have struggled with finding beauty in yourself, feeling cared for and valued, setting boundaries. If that is your case, first of all I am sorry that you had to go through all of this. Second of all, then this could be a confirmation you picked the right group.

Your kinks - The World, The Hierophant, The High Priestess

You like to be adored, to be put on a pedestal. In the ideal version of how your sexual life should be, you want to feel powerful and in control of what is going on in the bedroom. You would rather keep your sexual life private. So exhibitionism or sharing your intimate moments online are definitely out of the equation. You want to feel safe and nurtured. But most importantly you want to see in your person's eyes that not only are you important to them but you are their world. You want your partners to keep their eyes on you and treat you as a goddess. You want to be pampered, to be praised, to be venerated. You like to be courted. Your kinks involve being fully clothed or wearing expensive outfits and jewelry. Things that your partner would have provided for you. You likely want to be on top physically or feel like you are on top of things. You want your partner to answer your every request. You would definitely instore a safe word. Also, some of you may be reliigious. So you would want your partner to keep their distances until marriage/commitment. You want to be romanced, wined and dined. You want your partner to be respectful of your boundaries and also adaptable. You would best be compatible with someone that is open minded, that likes to explore new things in the bed room and shares your values and desires. You would want your partner to read you like a book. Some of you may enjoy travel sex, car sex.

Their kinks - 3 of swords, 9 of swords, The Emperor

I think it is safe to say that this person's priority wouldn't be their partner's pleasure. They don't like giving up control. They want to possess and to dominate. This person is into BDSM, fast and rough sex, mind games, dirty talking. They honestly enjoy torture. They would probably overstimulate their partner or keep going even if the person was exhausted and couldn't handle it anymore... They care about their own pleasure more than that of others. They are a taker. They are an abuser. I don't know how to put it any other way. They enjoy mental anguish. They would enjoy keeping people guessing, flirting through texts or phone calls. They are the type to take their partner by surprise or in their sleep. They litterally view their partner as a toy. Do I need to elaborate or you get the picture? I really don't like this person's energy. I can't think of any positive thing to say about their kinks.

Compatibility test result : 0%, this person would make you so unhappy and you deserve better than that.

Group 2

Since I had picked up intuitively on songs for the other two groups, I asked my guides to point me toward a song that could be relevant to you. Punching bag is a song that expresses the tiredness and frustration we may feel when the people surrounding them aren't being mindful of their words and actions, when they are either subcounsciously or consciously walking over us and disrespecting our boundaries, when they are being harsh on us and belittle or bring us down. If that is something you relate to, then this is your sign you picked the right group.

Your Kinks - Ace of swords, 2 of swords, Emperor

Communication and spiritual/mental connection are major factors in your relationships. Your ideal version of intimacy involves words of affirmation, praising, dirty talk, mental stimulation. Foreplay matters to you more than the actual act. You are the type of person that enjoys sexting, teasing phone calls and possibly sending nudes to your partner. For you, sex must be aerial, lighhearted and make you feel like you are touching the sky. You enjoy trying risky positions or positions that are somewhat artistic, that need a good balance. You also enjoy switching roles and positions, though you prefer to be in control. You enjoy giving and receiving oral. You have a fascination for the genital area and this is likely to be the part of the body you would be focusing on the most or would like for your partner to focus on. Breathplay could also be a thing you're into. The throat and the mouth seem to be significant to you. Those could be erogenous zones you enjoy teasing or being teased. Hickeys also. You may like to leave marks on your person's body and have them leave marks on yours that show who you belong to. You could tend to be a bit possessive and jealous. For you, sex could be a way to keep the upper hand in a relationship. If you are the type to be rather submissive in your daily life, you tend to balance that out by being more controling and demanding in the bed room. You are the embodiment of the saying "lady in the streets, freak in the sheets". You could like mind games to some extent. You could also be into blindfolds. You may prefer a partner that is a bit dominant and challenges you for power without being forceful about it.

Their kinks - Page of cups, 7 of cups, Knight of wands

Your crush is a major giver and a romantic at heart. Nothing to them matters more than feeling a deep and meaningful emotional connection with their partner. To them, sex is first and formost an demonstration of love. Thus, their main priority is for their partner to enjoy the experience as much as possible and to feel cared for in their arms. They are quite the charmer. They ally a good mixture of cockiness and gentleness that makes intimate moments feel like a moment of bliss. This person has a thing for fluids of all kinds. Obviously, that includes saliva, semen, even sweat. They could be into shower/bath/jacuzzi/beach sex. This person could also enjoy having a bit of liquid courage before doing the deed. When they are sober, they may be extremely shy so getting a little buzzed could help them channel their inner fire. I don't see this person getting drunk to the point of not being conscious and forgetting it all afterwards. On the contrary, they want to remember every single detail. They also enjoy their partner being vulnerable and emotional. One of their kinks could be to be intimate with virgins or people that are younger than them. They like the "damsel in distress" type of people. People that seem very innocent and submissive. They tend to be more of the dominant type but they would definitely be willing to hand over some control if that makes their partner happy. If they're dominant, they're a soft dom. They like passionate sex that makes them lose their breath and be all sweaty. This person tends to get a bit hasty when they are aroused. They could be the type to whine or moan, maybe even cry of happiness at how good they feel with their partner.

Compatibility test results : 80 to 95%, this person would want to put you first no matter what, they feel genuine and communicative but they maybe wouldn't be as mentally and verbally stimulating as you wish.

Group 3

I have no idea why but upon seeing the picture I picked for you on Pinterest, I immediately thought of The Grinch lmao That might be one of your favorite animated movies or your crush's favorite. Definitely tell me in the comments if that is your case!

Your kinks - 2 of pentacles, 6 of wands, 9 of cups

You enjoy having to work for it. But you also like when your partner is being encouraging and reassures you. You're into praises and pet names. You enjoy switching roles and positions. You are fine with being both dominant and submissive. You're a bit of an adventurer when it comes to intimacy. You are curious and daring. Foreplay is definitely a thing that turns you on. You also like to feel a bit foggy or dreamy during sex. So maybe you could enjoy getting drunk with your partner before. You want to feel emotionally connected to your partner. You're into body fluids as well as water or other liquids. You may enjoy a partner that's a bit resistant, that doesn't show affection easily in their daily life but would be vulnerable only with you, in the most intimate moments. You like to get under your person's skin. 69 might be a position you enjoy. Missionary as well. You might enjoy to be woken up with sex in the middle of the night or to have sex when you've just woke up. You could be into tantra and other sensual practices that could help you connect with your partner through dreams. You enjoy fantasizing about your partner more than you enjoy being intimate with them. The waiting phase or the uncertainty before the moment is something that turns you on. You may be into orgasm denial. You may also like to go back and forth for several rounds until you are sleepy. I feel like you would go with whatever your partner wants as long as they are pleased with you and the connection.

Their kinks - knight of pentacles, 9 of pentacles, King of pentacles

Your crush is both a taker and a giver but they lean more on the giver type. They are quite reserved and uptight but when it comes to intimacy they go all out. To them sex is essential to a relationship for it to be prosperous. They give it a lot of care and importance. They view it as a duty and an honor. They take this responsibility very seriously. They tend to take their time and increase intensity gradually. They enjoy sex that is deep and rich, very earthy and sensual. For it is a grounding step in a couple's life. They may enjoy riding, whether they are the one on top or their partner is. They may have a breeding kink. They are not very communicative during sex. They envision sex as a dialogue between two bodies. Touch is really important to them. Through touch they express their satisfaction, their passion, their needs. They have a tough exterior that is hard to break but once you get under their skin they give you their all. Their arousal would mainly be seen in their eyes, through their fast movements or the tension in their body. They are the type to grunt, to grab and hold on tightly to the sheets or the bed. They want their partner to do the same. They enjoy positions that are stable and simple but efficient. So they are not the type to try out super flexible positions, though they could definitely carry you around without any problem. They enjoy chair sex, desk sex, work sex. Also travel sex, car sex. They could enjoy outdoors sex. They definitely are a hard worker but they also like to make their partner work for their attention.

Compatibility test results : 75 to 80 %, I feel like this person would satisfy you to some extent and make you feel safe but they seem a bit too rigid and old school for the curious spirit that you are, also they maybe wouldn't be able to provide as much emotional satisfaction as you need.

[shiftthemoon]

── .✦ SNEAKING INTO THE FORBIDDEN FOREST ? READ THIS GUIDE !

if you’re reading this, you’ve officially gone mad. brilliant, good for you. the forest isn’t just trees and shadows; it’s death with a personality. most of it either bites, poisons, or curses you. the rest? probably waiting to eat your corpse. still, if you’re dead set on going in there (or someone double-dog-dared you), this guide might keep you alive. maybe. don’t get your hopes up.

there’s no “one size fits all” for forest survival. what happens depends on what you find—or what finds you first. and don’t act like you’re invincible just because you know a few spells. the forbidden forest doesn’t care. so read this, prepare smart, and try not to die.

DAYTIME PREP: don’t wait until the last minute, silly

this isn’t some “grab your wand and vibes” situation. the forest is a predator playground. get your life together now. here’s how.

🧳 WHAT TO BRING !

1. your wand:

• i shouldn’t have to say this, but you do need it.

• make sure it’s polished, properly tuned (ollivanders will hex me for saying this, but a quick rub with moondew helps), and capable of these spells:

• lumos: obviously. but practice dimming it (lumos minima) so you’re not a walking lighthouse.

• nox: don’t forget to turn it off.

• protego: your shield charm will save your life, but only if you’re fast.

• stupefy: stunning. aim well; miss once, and you’re done.

• incendio: it’s fire. creatures hate fire. you should love fire.

• episkey: minor healing charm. it won’t regrow your arm, but it’ll stop the bleeding.

• silencio: for you, your mates, or something noisy trying to give away your location.

if you need a wand:

• nick one. i don’t care where. no wand, no chance. but if you’re desperate, try borrowing one from a younger kid—first years are easy to bribe with chocolate frogs.

2. an invisibility solution:

• option 1: cloak. potter has one. nick it if you can.

• option 2: disillusionment charm. harder than it looks. practice near the lake; the squid won’t judge you.

• option 3: don’t get seen. dark robes, quick feet, and shadows are your best mates.

3. snacks (for creatures, not you):

• honeydukes chocolate: nifflers and centaurs like it. snag it from honeydukes.

• raw meat: thestrals are carnivores. ask the kitchen elves—they’ll think it’s for your owl.

• woodlice or shiny things: bowtruckles will pick bark over your eyeballs if you bribe them.

• coins or fake jewels: nifflers don’t care if it’s real, as long as it’s shiny.

4. healing gear:

• dittany: nothing heals like this. sneak into greenhouse three during herbology class. sprout keeps the best batch behind the fanged geraniums.

• murtlap essence: for bites and burns. ask hagrid; he always has some.

• a bezoar: if you’re worried about poison, snag one from snape’s potions cupboard. pray he doesn’t catch you, or the bezoar won’t be your only problem.

5. clothes:

• quiet boots. no squeaky soles.

• dark robes that don’t glitter (you’re not at the yule ball).

• gloves. trust me, some plants bite.

6. extras for safety:

• a rope: in case of quicksand or to climb trees. steal from hagrid’s shed.

• lantern or enchanted candles: lumos is great, but a backup light won’t hurt.

• a map of the forest (if you can find one): rumor says the centaurs have some, but good luck convincing them to share.

ESCAPING HOGWARTS: don’t get caught before you even start

hogwarts is a bloody maze, and you will run into someone if you’re not careful. professors and filch have schedules, and if you don’t know them, you’re done for.

🧙‍♀️ WHERE THE PROFESSORS ROAM :

1. mcgonagall:

• loves the first-floor hallways after dinner. stick to the west wing if you’re moving early.

2. snape:

• lives in the dungeons and stalks them like a greasy bat. avoid the lower levels entirely. if you must go down there, hug the shadows near the potion shelves.

3. filch & mrs. norris:

• unpredictable. loves the staircases, especially the third-floor landing.

🗺️ SECRET PASSAGEWAYS TO USE

1. humpbacked witch statue (third floor):

• tap the statue with your wand and say, “dissendium.” it’ll drop you into a tunnel straight to honeydukes cellar. brilliant for sneaking into the forest via hogsmeade.

2. mirror near the library (fourth floor):

• move the frame. the passage pops out behind hagrid’s hut.

3. tapestry of barnabas the barmy (seventh floor):

• leads to a staircase near the great hall exit.

4. kitchen corridor:

• tickle the pear on the painting of the fruit bowl. crawl through.

THE FOREST: how to survive

it’s not just trees. the forest is alive with creatures—some lovely, some terrifying.

⚠️ THE ZONES

• the thestral glade: eerie but quiet. carnivores, but they won’t bother you if you’re chill.

• acromantula territory: webbed trees = run.

• unicorn pools: shimmering water, pure vibes, very rare.

• centaur trails: hoofprints mark them. don’t stray; they’re territorial.

• dark caves: deep, damp, and cursed. avoid unless you want to meet something worse than spiders.

🕷️ THE CREATURES

1. acromantulas:

• danger: lethal.

• massive spiders with a taste for meat.

• what to do: back away slowly. don’t scream, and don’t run. use incendio if they’re too close.

2. thestrals:

• danger: chill, if respected.

• skeletal horses. they’re carnivorous, but they won’t eat you unless provoked.

• what to do: offer raw meat. they’ll vibe with you if you’re polite.

3. hippogriffs:

• danger: depends on your manners.

• proud and powerful.

• what to do: bow. wait for them to bow back. don’t get cheeky.

4. boggarts:

• danger: emotional damage.

• takes the form of your worst fear.

• what to do: riddikulus. laugh, even if you’re dying inside.

5. unicorns:

• danger: none.

• pure and shy.

• what to do: stay soft. let them approach you.

6. werewolves (during the full moon):

• danger: instant death.

• feral and fast.

• what to do: climb a tree and pray.

7. centaurs:

• danger: medium.

• intelligent but territorial.

• what to do: no sudden movements. speak respectfully.

8. red caps:

• danger: sneaky.

• little goblin-like creatures that thrive in blood-soaked areas.

• what to do: light scares them. use lumos maxima.

9. hinkypunks:

• danger: misleading. lure travelers with lanterns into danger, though will rarely be sighted around here.

• what to do: lumos maxima breaks their hold.

10. grindylows:

• danger: moderate. water-dwellers with grabby fingers.

• what to do: stay out of the water. expelliarmus disarms their grip.

11. erkling:

• danger: high. goblin-like with mesmerizing laughter.

• what to do: cotton in ears, stupefy.

SNEAKING BACK IN

1. timing:

• be back by 4 a.m. professors wake early, and you don’t want to meet mcgonagall in a corridor.

2. clean up:

• mud, twigs, or spider guts? get rid of it before someone sees.

3. cover story:

• “couldn’t sleep. went to the library.”

• or, “peeves pulled into one of his pranks. you know how he is.”

final thought: you’re either brave or stupid, but at least you’re prepared. good luck. or not. the forest doesn’t care.

[snowysosturn]

Fire & Desire - Matt Sturniolo Part 19

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 Part 24 Part 25 Part 26 Part 27 Part 28 Part 29 Finale

Pairing: Y/n x Matt Sturniolo

Summary: Y/n has always clashed with Matt. Despite working for Chris’s clothing brand and being close with Nick, her relationship with Matt has always been tense at best. While being forced to be around each other more, their animosity turns into something deeper. Can they overcome their differences, or will their fiery emotions tear them apart?

Warnings: mentions of drinking, tension, suggestive

Nick and Nate stumble toward us, their faces lit up with amusement, the unmistakable buzz of alcohol obvious by their faces. Their energy is loud, unfiltered, and completely opposite to the quiet, intimate vibe Matt and I had been enjoying just moments ago.

"Look who we have here!" Nick announces, swaying slightly as he points between the two of us. His tone is teasing, like he's caught us in the middle of something.

I glance behind them, noticing Chris is nowhere to be seen. "Where’s Chris?" I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Nate lets out a laugh. "Dude got a FaceTime call and then just decided to dip. Didn’t even say a real goodbye, just up and left."

Matt and I share a similar look.

"Old people behavior."

We both burst into laughter at how effortlessly it came out of both of us, but the second I meet Nick and Nate’s eyes again, I realise our little moment wasn’t so subtle. They’re both looking at us with suspicion, eyes narrowing as they exchange a glance of their own.

"Okay" Nick says, crossing his arms over his chest. "What is going on with you two? How was your night?"

I freeze slightly, feeling the weight of their gazes. I can tell they’re waiting for us to slip up, for one of us to give something away, and I don’t trust myself to answer without letting something show.

I bring my cocktail to my lips, taking a slow sip to buy time, but before I can come up with something casual, Matt steps in smoothly.

"Good, we were hungry so got some pizza and now a cocktail” Matt gestures to his near empty glass. “Nate, you wanna come the bar with me? I need another drink" he says, the ease in his voice almost too perfect.

Nate pauses, his eyes flicking between us for another second, before he shrugs. "Yeah, sure. Why not?"

As they turn toward the bar, Matt throws me a quick reassuring glance. He knows Nick is going to grill me, and he’s giving me a chance to handle it before they come back.

I sigh and tilt my head toward the outdoor seating. "Come on, Nick. Let’s go find a bigger table before they get back."

Nick follows, but I can feel his stare burning into the side of my face.

"As we weave through the crowd to find an open table, I can still feel Nick’s eyes on me, sharp and calculating. The second we sit down, he doesn’t even try to play it cool.

"Alright" he says, leaning forward, elbows on the table. "Do you have feelings for Matt?"

I choke on my cocktail, barely managing to swallow before shooting him a glare. "Jesus, Nick. Being subtle really isn’t your thing, huh?"

He smirks, clearly enjoying how flustered I am. "Nope. So? Do you?"

I stare at him for a second, debating whether I should keep playing it cool. But honestly? I’m tired. Tired of pretending, tired of acting like there’s nothing there when the weight of it has been pressing down on me for so long.

I exhale, setting my drink down. "Yeah" I admit, my voice quieter than I expected. "I do."

Nick blinks, like he wasn’t actually expecting me to say it out loud. "Wait- seriously?"

I nod, suddenly feeling like a huge weight is off my chest. 

Nick doesn’t say anything for a moment. He just studies me, processing everything. Then, to my surprise, he huffs out a laugh. "You know, I always kinda suspected there was something there. You two have been dancing around it for so long, it was only a matter of time before one of you snapped."

I groan, covering my face with my hands. "Is it that obvious?"

Nick grins. "Not to everyone. But to me? Yeah. And definitely to Nate, too. You should’ve seen the way he was looking at you two earlier."

I peek through my fingers. "Shit..Nate has actually said it to me before."

Nick chuckles, shaking his head. "So what now? Are you guys.. together?"

I hesitate, chewing on my lip. "I don’t know" I admit. "I mean.. we kissed.. but it’s not like we’ve talked about what it means."

Nick raises a brow. "And you’re okay with that?"

I pause, really thinking about it. "I think I just.. want to see where it goes. I don’t want to overthink it."

Nick leans back, nodding. "Fair enough. Just-" He points at me. "If he screws with you, I’m kicking his ass. I don’t care if he’s my brother."

I snort, rolling my eyes. "Noted."

Before he can say anything else, I spot Matt and Nate heading back toward us, fresh drinks in hand.

"Alright" Nick says, lowering his voice as they get closer. "Your secret’s safe with me.. for now."

I shoot him a grateful look before turning my attention to Matt. And when our eyes meet, something in my chest tightens.

Yes. I do have feelings for him. And there’s no point denying it anymore.

Matt sets the drinks down on the table and slides into the seat next to me, his arm casually draped over the back of my chair. He takes a sip of his cocktail before looking at Nick and Nate.

"So, how was your night?" he asks, raising an eyebrow.

Nate snickers immediately, nudging Nick. "Oh, you mean aside from Nick pulling?"

I blink, turning to Nick so fast I nearly give myself whiplash. "Excuse me?"

Nick just shrugs, way too nonchalant for my liking. "What?"

"You kept that quiet!" I say, narrowing my eyes at him.

Nick leans back in his chair, taking a slow sip of his drink like he hasn’t just been exposed. "I keep my cards close to my chest" he says, smirking.

I groan, laughing at him. "I actually hate you"

Nick just grins, clearly enjoying this way too much.

Matt, who has been watching all of this with an amused expression, finally cuts in. "Hold on, hold on, so Nick got a guy’s number and just wasn’t gonna tell us?"

Nate nods, grinning. "Yup.The guy just walked over, chatted a bit, asked for his number as if it was nothing."

I shake my head at Nick. "Unbelievable."

Nick just shrugs again. "Maybe I wanted to keep things private. Ever think of that?"

I give him a narrow eyed look, almost to telepathically say "Oh, so you get to be private, but you get to interrogate me about Matt?"

Nick doesn’t even try to hide his smug expression. "Love you too, Y/n."

Matt leans back in his chair, stretching his arms behind his head as he glances at me. "You know” he starts, tapping his fingers lightly against the side of his drink, "we haven’t really had a proper beach day since we got here."

I tilt my head at him, knowing I had only mentioned it to him earlier. 

“What do you mean? We’ve been to the beach loads of times." Nick says.

"Yeah" he nods, "but not when Y/n’s been here. Not just a full day of sun, sand, and doing absolutely nothing."

Nate leans forward, intrigued. "Are you trying to sell us on the idea of a lazy beach day?"

Matt shrugs, his eyes still on me. "I just think Y/n should experience it properly at least once before we leave. No chaos, no interruptions, just..enjoying it."

Something about the way he says it makes my stomach flip, the idea of spending a whole day with nothing to do but be with him settling into my mind.

I smile at him, nudging his knee under the table. "Alright. You’ve convinced me."

Matt grins, satisfied. "Good. It’s settled then. Beach day tomorrow."

Nick raises his glass. "To doing absolutely nothing productive tomorrow."

We all clink our drinks together, and I can’t help but look over at Matt, the way he’s already watching me with that smile.

Tomorrow’s going to be a good day.

After finishing our cocktails, we fell into conversation for a bit. Although the strip is still alive with laughter and music, the idea of heading back to the villa sounds more appealing now. 

"Alright, shall we head back?" Matt asks.

Nick and Nate nod in agreement, both still riding the buzz from their night out. "Yeah, I think we’ve done enough damage here" Nick laughs, shoving his hands into his pockets. "I need my bed."

We stand to leave and Matt throws an arm around my shoulders as we start walking. The four of us move through the strip, dodging groups of tourists and late night partiers, the warm breeze carrying the scent of salty food from the vendors still open.

"You excited for tomorrow?" Matt asks, keeping his voice low just for me.

I glance up at him, feeling the emotions of the night settle in my chest in the best way. "Yeah" I admit. "I think I really am."

His fingers brush against my arm before he lets them fall back to his side. "Good."

We eventually reach the villa, Nick and Nate disappear to their rooms, already half asleep on their feet, but Matt and I pause for a moment in the hallway, neither of us quite ready to part ways just yet.

"Well" I breathe, stretching my arms above my head. "Guess I should sleep if we’re making a whole day out of tomorrow."

Matt leans against the wall, watching me with that same unreadable look I’ve started to recognize. like he wants to say something, like he’s thinking too much. But instead, he just nods. "Yeah. Get some rest."

There’s a moment, just a flicker of hesitation, but then I smile at him, a quiet promise in the way my eyes meet his. "Goodnight, Matt."

He exhales, like he was holding something in. "Goodnight, Y/n."

And then, finally, I slip into my room, shutting the door behind me. My heart is still racing, but it’s not from nerves, it’s from something else entirely. Butterflies.

I stand in front of the mirror, slowly wiping away my makeup with a cotton pad. My mind is a blur, replaying the way Matt had looked at me, the way his voice had wrapped around my name like it meant something more.

I sigh, dropping the used pad into the bin and reaching for my moisturizer when there's a knock at my door.

I pause, my heart stuttering in my chest.

Slowly, I walk over to the door but before I could pull it open, Matt walks in, his hair slightly tousled like he ran a hand through it a hundred times before knocking. His expression is unreadable for a second, but then his lips pull into a small, loving smile.

“I, uh..” He exhales through his nose, shaking his head like he’s annoyed with himself. “I couldn’t let you go to sleep without this.”

And before I can even process what ‘this’ is, he steps forward, his hand gently cradling my jaw as his lips press against mine.

It’s soft but carries intent, like he’s been holding onto this moment all night. My breath catches as I melt into it, my hands instinctively finding their way to his chest like something I could sink into forever.

It lasts only a few seconds, but it leaves a spark running through me, setting my skin on fire. When he pulls away, his thumb brushes against my cheekbone, his forehead lingering against mine for just a moment longer.

“Sweet dreams” he murmurs, his voice softer than I’ve ever heard it.

I barely manage a whisper, my lips still tingling. “You too.”

And just like that, he’s gone, leaving me standing in my doorway, my heart hammering against my ribs, my entire body buzzing.

I can't wait for tomorrow.

The next morning, I wake up naturally, the sunlight filtering in through the thin curtains. There's an excitement in me that I can’t quite shake. I stretch lazily before glancing at my phone, it's still early, too early for anyone else to be up. But I don’t mind. If anything, I love the quiet, the peaceful anticipation of the day ahead.

I slip out of bed, the cool tiles meeting my bare feet as I wander downstairs into the kitchen, grabbing a glass of water. It seems like I’m the first one up.

A small smile tugs at my lips thinking about today. Beach day.

Feeling restless, I make my way outside onto the patio, but something catches my eye through the glass doors leading to the patio. Movement.

Curious, I walk over quietly, pushing the door open to step out onto the deck next to the pool. That’s when I see him.

Matt is already up, standing by the small outdoor table, his back to me as he arranges something on the surface. A tray sits there, holding two plates, fresh fruit, toast, and what smells like coffee.

Breakfast for two.

I blink, taking in the scene, my chest tightening in a way that feels both overwhelming and sweet. His hair is still a little messy, like he’d just rolled out of bed, but he’s already dressed in shorts and a loose t-shirt, barefoot, moving around casually as he preps everything.

He hasn’t noticed me yet, so I take a second to just watch him. The fact that he did this, that he got up early, set this up for just us, makes my heart do something stupid in my chest.

After a moment, I clear my throat, and Matt turns, his brows lifting slightly before a slow smile spreads across his lips.

“Morning” he says, voice still thick with sleep.

I glance at the table, then back at him, my lips tugging upward. “Didn’t stick you for the breakfast in the early morning type.”

He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck, almost sheepish. “Figured you’d be up early, excited about the beach.” His eyes flicker to mine, a little softer now. “Thought I’d surprise you.”

My stomach flips.

I step closer, glancing down at the plates before meeting his gaze again. “Well, consider me surprised!”

Matt pulls out a chair, gesturing for me to sit, and I do, watching as he takes the seat across from me. The morning sun rising higher, the pool water glistening, the palm trees swaying gently in the breeze. It feels intimate, peaceful.

“Thanks for this” I say after a beat, picking up my fork. “Really.”

Matt just grins, reaching for his coffee. “Anything for you.”

As we eat, the conversation flows easily, a mix of light teasing and comfortable silence. Matt asks me what I’m most excited about for today, and I tell him everything, the sand, the sun, the sounds of the ocean. 

At some point, he reaches over and steals a piece of fruit off my plate, smirking as I gasp dramatically. “You have your own, Matthew” I scold, though there’s no real heat behind it.

“Yeah, but yours just looks better” he quips, popping the piece of mango into his mouth.

Before I can retaliate, the sound of footsteps shuffling from inside catches our attention. A moment later, the patio door slides open, and the peace of the morning is replaced by the familiar chaos of everyone else waking up.

Nick is the first out, stretching his arms over his head with a yawn. “Look at you two, up and at it like a married couple” he teases, eyeing the spread on the table. “Where’s my breakfast, huh?”

I roll my eyes, while Matt just smirks. “You were sleeping like the dead, figured you wouldn’t be up anytime soon.”

Chris and Nate follow shortly after, both looking groggy but intrigued by the food. Nate sniffs the air dramatically. “Damn, y’all didn’t think to make this a group thing?”

Matt leans back in his chair, stretching lazily. “Early bird gets the breakfast.”

Nick scoffs. “Yeah, well, early bird is gonna have to share.” He plucks a piece of toast off Matt’s plate before flopping into the seat beside me.

I glance at Matt, who meets my eyes with an amused look, before shaking my head and laughing. Just like that, the quiet moment is gone, replaced by the usual banter and noise of everyone together. But I don’t mind, we still have the whole day ahead of us.

After breakfast, everyone scatters to get ready for the beach. I head to my room, digging through my suitcase for the bikini I packed specifically for a day like this. It takes me a minute to decide, but I finally settle on a black two piece, simple but flattering. I throw on a light, flowy cover up over it and slide into my sandals before grabbing my tote bag, stuffing it with suncream, a towel, and a pair of sunglasses.

When I step out into the living room, Matt is already there, wearing swim trunks and a white linen shirt that’s unbuttoned, exposing just enough of his toned stomach to make me momentarily forget what I was supposed to be doing. He smirks when he notices me looking.

“You ready?” he asks, tossing a bottle of suncream between his hands.

I clear my throat and nod. “Yeah as always”

Nick and Nate appear a few minutes later, carrying a speaker and a cooler. Chris follows behind, looking half awake but ready. The energy is high, there’s a buzz in the air, a shared excitement.

We pack up our things and head out, the beach isn’t too far so we decide to walk. As we walk onto the beach, the sand warm beneath our feet, I fall into step beside Nick. I nudge him playfully with my elbow.

“So, did you text him yet?” I ask, raising an eyebrow.

Nick rolls his eyes but can’t hide the smirk tugging at his lips. “No” he admits. “Didn’t want to seem too eager.”

I scoff. “Oh, please. You got his number for a reason. What’s the harm in a little ‘had fun last night’ text?”

He shrugs, glancing at his phone like he’s debating it. “I don’t know. What if he’s not actually interested? Maybe he was just being nice.”

I laugh. “Nick, he gave you his number. That’s not just being nice, that’s interest. Don’t overthink it.”

He sighs, shaking his head. “I hate that you’re right.”

I grin. “I know.”

Matt, who had been walking ahead with Nate and Chris, slows his pace until he’s beside me, catching part of the conversation.

“Nick’s got a little romance brewing?” Matt teases.

Nick groans. “Oh, God. Here we go.”

Matt smirks. “Hey, I’m just saying, maybe we should all go on a double date.”

I laugh, while Nick looks horrified. “Absolutely not” he says firmly, shoving Matt’s shoulder. “You two are bad enough alone.”

Matt just grins, giving me a quick glance before looking back at the ocean stretching out ahead of us. “I don’t know what you mean.”

I glance over at Chris, who’s been quiet this whole time, eyes glued to his phone as he scrolls with a concentrated expression. He hasn’t said much since we left the villa, and now that I think about it, he was the first to call it a night yesterday.

"Where’d you disappear to so early last night?" I ask, nudging his arm lightly.

Chris barely looks up, but I catch the small smirk on his lips. “Had some business to attend to.”

I raise an eyebrow. "Business? Sounds sketchy."

Matt, walking just ahead of us, snorts. "It’s Chris. It probably was sketchy."

Chris finally pockets his phone and rolls his eyes. "Relax, I just had to deal with something."

Nick jumps in. "Deal with something, or someone?"

Chris doesn’t answer right away, just smirks before shaking his head. "You guys are way too interested in my life."

I narrow my eyes at him, feeling like there’s more to it than he’s letting on. "So, no details then?"

Chris flashes me a knowing look but doesn’t elaborate. "Nah, just know I had a good reason to dip early."

I exchange a glance with Matt, who looks just as unconvinced as I feel. But before I can press further, we reach the beach, and Chris walks ahead like the conversation never happened.

Nate is power walking ahead of all of us, completely determined to claim the best possible spot on the beach. “Man’s on a mission” Nick mutters beside me, shaking his head as we watch him weave through groups of people like he owns the place.

By the time we catch up, Nate has already staked out a prime spot. not too close to the water but not too far either. “Five loungers secured!” he announces proudly, dropping his bag onto one of them.

“Alright, Nate” Matt chuckles, setting his towel down. “Did you fight someone for these, or?”

“Nope” Nate grins. “Just my superior speed and determination.”

Chris rolls his eyes as he kicks off his slides. “More like you nearly took out a family of four.”

Nate shrugs, completely unbothered. “Survival of the fittest.”

I laugh as I drop onto one of the loungers, stretching my legs out. The sand is warm beneath my feet, and the sound of the waves rolling onto shore instantly puts me at ease. The weather is perfect, just hot enough to make the idea of getting in the water tempting, but not unbearable.

Matt plops down beside me, rubbing some suncream onto his arms. “Alright” he says, turning to me with a small smirk. “Are you actually getting in the water today, or are you gonna pretend to and then just sit here looking cute?”

I scoff, taking off my sunglasses to look at him properly. “Excuse you! I always get in.”

Matt raises an eyebrow. “Dipping your toes in doesn’t count.”

I roll my eyes, but before I can argue, Nick throws his arm around me dramatically. “If you don’t, we’re throwing you in” he warns.

I groan. “You all are mean.”

Chris, who’s already lying back with his arms behind his head, cracks a lazy smile. “Better start mentally preparing now.”

We lounge in the sun for a while, letting the warmth soak into our skin as we take in the beach around us. The sounds of waves crashing and distant laughter create the perfect atmosphere, and for a little while, none of us feel the need to do anything but just exist.

Chris has his arms folded behind his head, eyes closed like he might actually fall asleep. Nate, always restless, scrolls through his phone but keeps glancing up at the water like he's itching to go in. Nick is lying on his stomach, probably still thinking about how to text that guy from last night. Meanwhile, Matt is next to me, shifting occasionally as if he’s just waiting for the perfect moment to drag me into the ocean.

Eventually, Nate sighs dramatically. “Alright, enough lying around. We came to the beach, let’s actually get in the water.”

Chris grunts but doesn’t open his eyes. “You go ahead.”

Nick stretches, sitting up. “Yeah, I’m down. I need to cool off before I melt.”

Matt turns to me with an expectant look, his smirk already forming. “You coming, or are we throwing you in?”

I roll my eyes but stand up, dusting sand off my legs. “I’m coming, I’m coming. No need for violence.”

Matt grins. “Good choice.”

We all head toward the shoreline, the hot sand beneath our feet quickly giving way to the cool, foamy edges of the waves. The water is crystal clear, and as soon as we step in, it’s instantly refreshing.

Nate, naturally, is the first to dive under. He comes up shaking his hair out like some kind of surfer movie actor. “This is the life” he sighs.

Nick walks in a little slower, shivering as the water reaches his waist. “Okay, yeah, that’s cold” he mutters.

Matt stays beside me, watching me closely. “Alright” he teases, nudging me. “Moment of truth, are you going all the way in, or are we carrying you?”

I give him a look before dramatically diving under myself, resurfacing a moment later with a victorious grin. “Ha! See? No need for threats.”

Matt laughs, shaking his head. “Damn. I was kinda looking forward to an excuse to tackle you.”

I splash him in response, and before I know it, all of us are caught in an all out splash war, laughter mixing with the sound of the waves.

As we calm down, Nate suddenly claps his hands together. "Alright, I have an idea! Lets play a game of chicken!"

Nick groans. "Oh god."

Matt looks at me, raising an eyebrow. "What do you think? You wanna take these guys on?"

I shake my head, laughing. "Matt, have you seen them?. We’re at a serious disadvantage here."

Matt grins. "So? We’ve got strategy."

"Strategy?" I repeat, skeptical.

"You’ll see" he says, already crouching slightly to let me get onto his shoulders.

I hesitate for a second before climbing up, balancing myself as he stands to his full height. From up here, I can see Nate already hoisting Nick up onto his own shoulders, calling over to Chris to ask him to referee.

Chris calls out from the shore. "Alright, you two, fight to the death! Uh, I mean, first one to fall loses."

I brace myself as Nick reaches out, trying to shove me, but I dodge, gripping Matt’s head for balance.

"Not happening" I tease.

Nick tries again, but I bat his hands away, and Matt shifts his stance, stepping further into the water.

Matt suddenly spins in the water, making me abruptly shift to the side, just enough to knock Nick off balance.

"What the-" Nick yells as he topples, dragging Nate down with him.

Water splashes everywhere, and when it settles, Matt and I are the only ones still standing.

"Are you kidding me?" Nick sputters, pushing his wet hair out of his face.

Nate shakes his head, laughing. "Damn. Alright, that was smart."

I let out a victory cheer, throwing my arms up. "Champions!"

Matt tilts his head up to look at me. "Told you we had strategy."

I roll my eyes, but I’m smiling. I slide off his shoulders, feeling an odd mix of emotions settle in my chest. There was something about being that close to him, his hands steady on my thighs, the way he instinctively moved to keep me balanced, that left a weird, lingering feeling inside me. I shake it off, telling myself it's just adrenaline from the game.

We step back onto the warm sand, making our way to the loungers. I grab my towel, patting the salt water off my skin, while Matt runs a hand through his dripping hair before flopping onto his chair beside me.

Nick, still toweling off, suddenly perks up. His phone buzzes on the table between us, and he snatches it up. His eyes scan the screen, and his expression changes instantly, somewhere between excitement and nerves.

“Who is it?” I ask, already knowing the answer.

Nick hesitates, then sighs dramatically. “It’s him.”

Nate, who had just finished stretching out on his lounger, peeks over. “Wait, the guy from last night?”

Nick nods, staring at his phone like it holds the secrets of the universe. “He said, ‘Last night was fun, we should do it again sometime.’”

I grin, nudging him with my foot. “See? That’s a good sign.”

Nick groans, tossing his head back against the lounger. “What do I even say back?”

“‘Yeah, let’s do it’” Nate suggests, completely unbothered as he sips his water.

“Too forward” Nick mutters, fingers hovering over his keyboard.

Matt, who’s been silent beside me, finally speaks up. “You’re overthinking it, dude. Just be casual, try find out how long he’s even here for. Say something like, ‘Agreed. When are you going home?’”

Nick considers it, then slowly starts typing. I lean closer, watching the message form on the screen, before teasing, “I can’t believe I’m witnessing the birth of your love story right now.”

He hesitates for just a second longer before finally hitting send. “Alright. Now we wait.”

I grab the bottle of sunscreen from my bag now that I need to reapply, shaking it a little before twisting off the cap. The midday sun is hot, and I can already feel my skin warming under its intensity. As I squeeze some into my palm, I pause, realizing there’s no way I can reach my back properly.

I glance over at Matt, who’s lounging beside me, his sunglasses perched on his nose as he scrolls through his phone.

“Hey” I say, nudging his arm. He looks up, pushing his glasses onto his head.

“What’s up?”

“Can you help me with this?” I hold up the sunscreen, turning slightly to expose my back. “I can’t reach.”

Matt doesn’t hesitate, taking the bottle from my hand. I shift forward on my lounger, pulling my hair over one shoulder as he squirts some into his palm. The first touch of his hands against my skin makes me shiver slightly, not from cold, but from something else entirely.

He moves slowly, rubbing the lotion in with firm, warm strokes, his fingertips grazing my shoulder blades before moving lower. The feeling is.. distracting. That same odd sensation I had earlier in the water creeps back in, the awareness of how close we are, the way his hands linger just a little longer than necessary.

“You’re tense” he murmurs, his voice lower than usual.

I huff out a small laugh, trying to ignore the way my heart suddenly seems to be hammering in my chest. “Probably from carrying all you guys in chicken.”

Matt chuckles behind me, his breath warm against my shoulder. “You wish.”

His hands glide over my lower back before finally pulling away, and I find myself missing the contact more than I should. I take the bottle from him, murmuring a quick, “Thanks” as I shift forward, trying to shake off whatever that was.

But as I catch his gaze, I wonder if he feels it too. But then I notice it, almost staring right at me.

As casually as I can, I grab my phone and type out a quick message to Matt:

Fix your pants.

I glance up just in time to see him read it. His eyes widen slightly before he tilts his head, smirking at the screen. A second later, my phone buzzes.

Can’t help it when you’re sitting next to me like that.

My breath catches, heat creeping up my neck as I reread his words. I hesitate before replying, but there’s no point in denying it.

I feel the same.

There’s barely a pause before he responds.

You wanna help me fix it?

I bite my lip, trying to suppress the shiver that runs through me. My mind spins for a way to sneak off without raising suspicion, and then it hits me.

I clear my throat and stretch, making a point to sound nonchalant. “Anyone hungry?”

Nate lazily tilts his head back from his lounger, eyes half shut behind his sunglasses. “Not extremely” he mutters.

Nick shakes his head. “I could eat, but I’m not starving.”

I nod, keeping my tone even. “I think I’m gonna walk back to the villa to grab something.”

Matt immediately pushes himself up from his chair. “I’ll come with. We can make sandwiches for everyone and bring them back down.”

The perfect excuse.

Nick shrugs. “Sounds good.”

Chris barely looks up from his phone, and Nate just mutters something about getting some fries later.

I stand, brushing the sand off my legs, and Matt does the same. I feel his eyes on me as I grab my bag, and when I finally meet his gaze, I know we’re on the same page.

We turn toward the path leading back to the villa, walking just a little too fast, anticipation crackling between us.

The second we step inside the villa, the cool air hits my sun kissed skin, but it does nothing to cool the heat building between my legs. The door clicks shut behind us, and suddenly, the feeling gets thicker, heavier.

Matt drops the beach bag onto the counter, glancing at me as he rubs the back of his neck. "So.. sandwiches?"

I raise an eyebrow, biting back a smirk. "Is that really what we came back for?"

His lips twitch, and before I can blink, he's stepping closer, crowding me against the kitchen counter. "You tell me" he murmurs, voice low, teasing.

My breath hitches, but I hold my ground, tilting my chin up. "You were the one that needed fixing."

His hands land on the counter on either side of me, caging me in. "Yeah?" His eyes flick down to my lips for just a second before meeting mine again. "And you're the one that offered to help."

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Hi!

What about a pervert!König that finds a tiny!reader? Like small. Doll size? But König is sexually attracted to her and wants to keep her as a little toy? AHHHH sorry if it’s dark I just can’t stop thinking about it🤦🏾‍♀️

I love your writing! Thank you💛

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König x Doll Sized!Reader (fem)

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Master List

Part 2

>cw: fem/afab, power difference, masturbation, voyeurism, confinement, non-con.

1.6k word count

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Once König retired, he purchased land in the countryside of Austria. His new goal in life is to live a life of peace and comfort. Near his home, there is a small stream next to a field of colorful wildflowers. It’s like a little slice of heaven on earth; especially when he found you.

König found you walking in the field. He nearly stepped on you the first time. You’re tiny, like a living Barbie doll. After a few visits, you trusted him, coming closer to him to talk to him. You show off your little crafts that you make with what nature gives you.

You’re precious and have become somewhat of an obsession for König. Every day, you’re the first thought on his mind. To hear your tiny voice, see your eyes sparkle, just to be in your presence is a gift.

Today he packs a bag with doll clothes he recently purchased for you, a few sweets that you always request and lunch to share with you. This is his daily routine, eventually hoping to get you to trust him enough to willingly enter his home.

König arrives at the field and sits, opening up a picnic blanket before setting things out. In no time, you show up. The giant man stares down at you with a cheerful smile, moving over on the blanket to make room for you.

“Hallo, y/n!” König can’t control his excitement with you. “How have you been since I saw you last?”

“König!” You return the warm smile. “I’ve been well. How about you?”

His eyes travel up and down your body as you were a purple doll dress he gave to you yesterday. You’re so tiny, yet so curvy. He fantasizes about what you would look like with no clothes on nearly every second of every day. Do you look like a human woman?

“Well…” His gaze lingers. “I went shopping for you again.”

“You’re so sweet.” You smile while watching him dig through his bag.

König turns to you, holding a doll's bikini and another dress, but pink this time. You squeal with excitement as König hands them to you. He studies you, wishing you’d try them on in front of him.

“Do you like them?” He asks while handing you the bag of sweets.

“I do!” You pivot your attention to the sweets, tiptoeing to peer into the bag.”

“Can I show you photos of something I’ve been working on for you?” König asks while taking his phone out.

“Yes!”

He opens his photo app to show you photos of a dollhouse that has been transformed to look like a modern, cozy home. König has been working hard to make it a lure to get you interested in a visit. As you look at the photos, he watches your face closely, trying to read your reaction.

“You did this? For me?” You gaze up in awe at your kind giant friend.

“All for you. For whenever you want to visit, you can have your own space to not feel overwhelmed.” He says so innocently.

“Wow…I would love to see it sometime.” You gaze at the image of the small closet with clothes he’s picked out for you. “All that’s for me?”

“Well, you are the only Fae I know.” He chuckles.

“Fae?”

“Like… tiny person. Not exactly human. It’s a compliment. They’re beautiful, just like you.”

A small blush appears on your face when he calls you beautiful. He’s your first human interaction. For centuries, you’ve been told to avoid them, but König has shown you that not all humans are the same.

König lets the silence linger in the air for a brief moment before testing the waters once more. “Like I said, anytime you want to come over. I’d be happy to have you.” And he means have.

You look around at the flowers before turning back up to him. “I’d like to go now. For a short while.”

König’s eyes light up. He tries to suppress his excitement to not scare you off. With haste, he packs up his bag again. One of his large hands opens up on the blanket. “I can carry you since it would be a long walk for you.”

There is a look of hesitation in your eyes as you gaze down at his large calloused hand.

“I promise, I won't drop or squeeze you.”

With his promise, you sit in his palm. The feeling of your warm miniature body resting on his palm felt…his mind began to wonder what you would feel like sitting on other parts of him. Once you are comfortable, he stands, pulling the blanket up too.

Each step is taken with the utmost care to make sure he doesn’t trip and drop you. You look down from over his fingers and feel nervous being so high up. König’s heart is thumping in his chest at the thought of finally capturing you. Months of getting close to you have all paid off.

Inside his home, it feels massive to you. He closes and locks the door behind him, the latch making a loud clicking sound. “This is my home.” König speaks softly as he walks you around the first floor before bringing you upstairs.

“This is my office,” he opens the first door for you to look into, “then right over here is the bathroom.” König stalls in each room to let you look around. He watches as you look around in wonder.

There is one more door at the end of the hall that he opens. “This is my bedroom.” It’s simple but neatly organized. König isn’t a very materialistic man and it shows. He walks into his bedroom, closing the door behind him. You can hear the sound of the lock again, but think nothing of it. He walks to his bed and places you on it.

The soft surface under you is comfortable as you let yourself fall back onto it. A laugh comes from König as he watches you enjoy his bed. “This bed is so comfortable.”

“Then you’ll love yours.” König holds his hand out to grab you. Once you sit back down on his palm, he turns, opening his closet door. The closet looks more like a small bedroom, even complete with natural lighting. You look around, eyes falling to where the doll house sits in the corner. Slowly and gently, he sets his hands on the floor for you to get out and walk to it.

König stands back up and closes the door behind him as you rush to the dollhouse and explore it all. You run up to your own bedroom and look into the closet at all the clothes. “Why don’t you try some on?”

Without a second thought, you strip from your purple dress exposing your body to König for the first time. König would feel his cock instantly harden. You look beautiful, exactly like a woman. As your attention is focused on picking out an outfit, König shoves one hand into his pants and leans back against the wall. He grabs his cock and strokes it as his eyes are glued to your breasts bouncing and ass shaking. What does your pussy look like? Taste like?

You hear a loud huff coming from behind you. Slowly turning around to see König in the corner masturbating to you. You rush to put your dress back on, but he steps forward.

“Nein, stay like this.” His voice is shaky from pleasure.

König can sense that you’re uncomfortable. He kneels down and undoes his pants, quickly pulling out his cock. His other hand reaches out to try and touch you, but you recoil.

“Don’t make me get the jar.” König’s voice deepens.

A shiver runs down your spine. The jar? You look at him and realize he is exactly like every other human. All the stories about their perversions are true.

König watches as you just gaze up at him with an untrusting look. His breathing gets heavier as he looks at you. “Lay on the bed.”

You stand for a while before deciding to comply, his eyes following you like a hungry dog. As you lay down, he looks over your body with an intense gaze. “Touch yourself.”

For a moment you think about it, maybe if you just play along, he’ll let you free and then you can just hide from him forever again. You spread your legs open and begin to circle your clit. König watches in awe as his moans get louder.

Your body is perfect. If you were human, you'd be his perfect woman. He wants to run his tongue all over your body, touch every inch, but that can wait. For now, he will accept this...for now it's enough.

“Y/n.” He whispers before he sits up and cums on you.

Thick warm globs of sticky whiteness fall on your stomach and breasts, also scattering along the floor and bed. The smell overwhelms you, it’s repulsive. König looks at the mess he’s made and it only arouses him further. You look gorgeous soaked in cum.

König stands up and puts himself back in his pants, leaving you in there for a moment. He comes back with a towel and begins to clean the floor around you. “Clean yourself with the blanket, I’ll wash it.”

You comply and clean up, getting dressed again in your purple dress. Acting as calm as possible you smile up at König. “This house is beautiful, thank you again. I think I’d like to go home now.”

“This is your home.”

“No—”

“Ja, es ist.”

Your stomach churns. “König.” You say in a pleading tone.

He stares down at you with a serious glare. Without a word, he slowly stands up and turns away, walking out of the closest and leaving you trapped within.

Part 2

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Ours - Chapter 1

The Confirmation | part 2 | series masterlist

Poly+ SJM Week: Day 6 | @polysjmweek

Nesta x Pregnant!Reader x Cassian

Poly!ACOTAR x Reader Masterlist | Event Masterlist

Summary: Two months after Starfall, two months after you and your fiancée shared a bed with Cassian, and you're two months pregnant. Breaking the news to them goes as well as you could have hoped.

Warnings: unplanned pregnancy

Words: ~1.7k

Author's Note: sooo I think this shall be a mini series! Just cute fluffy stuff I think, Cass and Nesta worrying over you and all that cuteness. But I am sooo tired. It's almost 4am... I make bad choices lol. I hope you guys like it, lemme know if you're interested in seeing more parts! Read it on AO3!

18+ only pls

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You sat on the cot, your mouth hanging slightly open. Madja was staring at you sympathetically, one of her hands still clutched tightly in yours.

“Are you sure?” you asked for the third time, wanting - no, needing to have it confirmed again.

“Yes, Y/N, you are pregnant. I know it’s not my place but…” the other fae paused. “Does Nesta… know?”

You sighed heavily, letting your face fall into your hands. “Yes, and no. She’ll know who, but she has no clue that I’m carrying his child.”

Nesta would definitely know, seeing as she had been the one to suggest both of you luring Cassian into your bed at Starfall a few weeks ago. And she certainly hadn’t forgotten about the… encounter, if her increased ire at Cassian whenever he was near you was any indication.

Madja nodded understandingly, most likely having experience with this kind of situation. “My only advice is to tell her and the father sooner, rather than later.” Blood rushed to your cheeks, but you nodded in agreement. “Good! Now, here’s a month’s supply of nutrient and anti-nausea potions, take them both in the morning with something light and you should feel fine. And if anything worries you at all, feel free to come in any time, Y/N,” Madja said warmly, handing a cloth bag filled with glass vials to you.

“Thank you, Madja.” You stood from the cot, giving her a small smile as you left her clinic. The sun warmed your face, though the winter winds swept away any comfort it brought you, and the glare off pristine white snow had given you a headache by the time you arrived home, at your and Nesta’s small cottage tucked back against the mountain that held the House of Wind.

Your boots were kicked off the moment you got inside, and you carefully set down the bag of potions on the ground so that you could shuck off your outer layers, leaving you in just a pair of cozy wool leggings and an oversized sweater. You heard Nesta, further in the house, and placed a soothing hand on your stomach, taking a deep breath before you walked towards the noise.

“Nesta?” you asked quietly once you saw her, currently stirring something that smelled good in a pan. “Can I… Can we talk for a minute?”

Nesta turned to face you, her golden brown hair styled in her signature braid crown, her steel eyes soft as she looked at you. “Of course, love, what is it?” she asked as she pulled you in by your waist, pressing a gentle kiss to your cheek.

She was so sweet, so nice to you, you couldn’t hold it back. “I’m pregnant,” you blurted out, watching as Nesta’s eyes widened in shock. She blinked at you, mouth opening and closing as she tried to find the words.

You were stood there, watching her for two minutes before a burning smell filled your nose, overtaking Nesta’s pleasant fire and snow scent. “Nes, the food,” you gasped, and she whirled around to find the sausages she’d been cooking completely charred on one side, quickly moving the pan to an unlit burner and blowing out the flame.

Teeth worried your lip as Nesta turned back to you, a tight look on her face. “You know I love you, and we’ve discussed having children together,” Nesta began, and your heart sank. “I’m just not sure that I’ll be able to handle Cassian being the father,” she whined, her arms wrapping around you.

“Nes,” you cried, burying your face in her shoulder, tears welling in your eyes. “You’re… You’re not mad?” you hiccupped when you pulled back.

Nesta’s eyes melted at your worry, and she pressed a firm kiss to your forehead. “Of course I’m not mad, Y/N. We were intimate with him together, and it’s… frankly it’s a miracle that you’re pregnant,” she said happily. “And the only part I’m not looking forward to is the father, but if you want him to be present and he does as well, I will… I will embrace it as much as I can.”

You pressed a kiss to her lips, overjoyed with how she had taken the news. “If he’s open to it, I would like to have him in the baby’s life,” you said shyly.

Nesta smiled at you and ran her hands over your shoulders. “Alright, then. We’ll tell him… After the next family dinner?” You made a face and shook your head at the suggestion. “Right, that could end very poorly… We could send him a note and ask him to meet us… here?” She asked, her brow quirked.

“That could work,” you said before pulling Nesta close again, hugging her tightly. “Should we write it now?”

“Now is good… Before I convince myself to distract you long enough you can’t tell him,” Nesta giggled, though you could sense the truth behind her words.

The two of you sat down at the dinner table, writing five drafts before finally settling on a final one:

Cassian,

Please come visit our house tonight at seven for dinner, we have something we’d like to tell you.

Nesta and Y/N

Simple and to the point, your magic had it sent to him after Nesta sealed it with wax - the seal the two of you had designed for your upcoming wedding ceremony.

For the rest of the day, Nesta kept you snuggled up in bed with her, switching between reading the latest romance novels and laying her head and hands on your stomach, pressing sweet kisses to your skin. You discussed whether you wanted a boy or girl, both of you wanting a baby girl, but happy with either as long as they were healthy.

When dinner time rolled around, you and Nesta had made pasta and a salad, and Nesta had made you sit at the table once seven rolled around, nervous about you being on your feet so long, even with you only being two months along.

A knock on the door had your heart racing, and Nesta took deliberately slow steps to not seem too… Eager. “Good evening, Cassian. Please, come in,” Nesta said cordially, and you felt the air shift as Cassian entered the house.

“I have to admit, I was surprised when I received your letter, the two of you have been avoiding me like the plague,” Cassian joked as Nesta led him into the kitchen, his eyes sparkling when they landed on you. “It’s lovely to see the both of you again, even if it is with clothes on,” he said with a wink in your direction, heat rushing to your cheeks despite yourself.

“It’s nice to see you too, Cassian,” you said lightly, motioning for him to sit down. “And like the letter said, we uhm… We have some things to discuss.”

“Oh?” Cassian asked as he pulled Nesta’s chair out for her, taking a seat a moment later. “Is it about how much Nesta’s obviously in love with me?” She scowled at him, which only seemed to egg him on. “Or did you invite me here to lure me into your bed again?” He asked with a wiggle of his brows, and Nesta slapped him on the arm.

“Shut up,” she groaned, rolling her eyes to the ceiling. “It’s neither of those, you idiot.”

“I’m hurt, Nesta, really,” he said, holding a hand to his heart as his wings flapped lightly behind him. “I thought you loved me,” Cassian groaned, a grin on his lips.

“Could you stop messing with her?” you asked, tapping his hand with yours. “The reason we asked you to come here is…” You took a deep breath, looking at Nesta who nodded encouragingly. “I’m pregnant, Cassian, and… It’s yours.”

Cassian inhaled deeply through his nose once, twice. And then a grin spread over his face. “Really? That’s- wow, that’s amazing! I-I’d love to be involved,” he said eagerly, before a look of horror spread over his face. “Oh, god, you do know about the risks of babies with wings, right?! Madja’s come a long way with treatments since Feyre’s pregnancy but it’s still a big factor to think abo-”

“Cassian,” Nesta said, placing a calming hand on his arm. “It’s okay, Y/N is seeing Madja for her care, she’ll be given everything she needs to get through this,” she reassured him, and he took a steadying breath.

“Good, that’s good,” he breathed. “So… Would you let me be involved?”

You shared a look with Nesta before answering him, happy to see her nod slightly. “Yes, Cassian, we would love that!" You squealed, giggling when he rushed around the table to take you in his arms, squeezing you tightly before suddenly releasing you, his hands finding their way to your stomach.

“Ah, shoot, I didn’t mean to squish the baby-”

“You didn’t squish the baby, you fool,” Nesta interrupted, pushing one of his hands off of your stomach to cover it with her own.

“Nes,” you said softly.

Nesta sighed at the look you gave her, begging her to try and be nice to Cassian. “Would you like some dinner, Cassian?”

Cassian grinned down at her. “I’d love some dinner, Nesta.”

You sat down, both Nesta and Cassian pushing your chair in for you, much to Nesta’s annoyance, but you found it endearing how much both of them wanted to take care of you.

Your hands went to grab the salad tongs, but were beaten to them by Nesta’s elegant fingers, and she plated some for you before getting salad for herself. And when you went to grab the spoon for the pasta, Cassian snatched it from your grasp, dishing your plate for you with a satisfied smile.

You sighed, a smile on your face. Already, you could tell that this would be a challenge for the both of them, but you knew it would be worth it in the end. Your baby will be the most loved child in the world, with parents like them, along with your own unconditional love.

Now if only you could get Cassian and Nesta to get along…

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Mornings in the Mirror

Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x fem!Reader

Summary: a little vignette about getting dressed in the morning with Feyd. Established relationship.

Same universe as Knives Dance based on some of the exposition from part 3 because I’m having trouble saying goodbye to Knives Dance. You don’t have to have already read the series to understand, but there are some spoilers to the series. Set between parts 2 and 3.

Warnings: some suggestive content

Word Count: 2.1k

Written on mobile cause I’m on a bus

You step out of the bathroom attached to the bedroom you share with Feyd, using a towel to gently blot the last of the water off your hair to finish drying it. As you do so, you look outside the window to observe Giedi Prime’s cityscape with its dark, expansive architecture filled with imposing, black structures.

The city is already humming with morning activity. Ships fly through the air, taking people where they need to be like clockwork. You hear the beat of the Harkonnen armies marching on the ground far below your quarters. The sound has become a comfort to you since coming to Giedi Prime. Without fail, the marching would start at the same time each day, ringing in a new day as the black sun shone on the city. Just like all those times before, you feel the aura of Giedi Prime wash over you. Everything is in perfect order, which puts your mind at ease.

Looking over to the large bed behind you, you see Feyd has gotten up since you’ve been in the shower, leaving the sheets untidy over the mattress. You smile. You’ve come to learn his habits over the weeks, and he always does this, knowing the servants will come and replace them with fresh sheets later once you’ve both left. He’s always said that he has more important duties than making his own bed. Now that you’re living together, you know he’s right, especially since he’s Baron Harkonnen now. His daily meetings with advisors in the Harkonnen War Room or diplomats on his throne with you by his side often keep him occupied. His time is precious, as is yours.

Making your way over to the closet, you see your husband through the crack in the doorway. His back is to you, allowing you to see his muscled shoulder blades and admire his slim waist. He’s standing in front of his side of the closet, running his fingers along the series of clothes on hangers. You slip into the closet and approach him from behind. You know he’s already heard you approach when you see his shoulders relax. He turns to you, his Baroness. When he does so, you can see how his eyes soften, a small smile on his lips as he looks at you. He extends his palm outward to you and you gladly walk over and slide your hand into his.

“Good morning, my love,” he says to you before pulling you closer by your hand and wrapping his other hand around your waist before dragging it up your body and cupping your cheek. He brushes his thumb across your skin, sending shivers down your spine

As you look at him, your heart fills with pride, knowing you’re the only one who gets to be with him in this way. You get to see him for more than his reputation. Anyone would scorn the idea that Feyd-Rautha, the psychotic nephew of Vladimir Harkonnen, may he rest in peace, who slays countless slaves in a gladiatorial arena and kills servants at will, would be able to do something so tender. However, here you are, the only one to behold his love and affection.

“Good morning, Feyd,” you whisper back to him against his lips, and he gives your hand another firm squeeze. “I hope you slept well.” You both break reluctantly, knowing you both have to get ready now. “What are we doing today?” you ask him, turning to his closet and thumbing through his clothes yourself.

“We have another meeting with our generals today in the War Room,” he says as he stands back to watch you at work. He was surprised the first time you went to pick out what he wore for the day, but he quickly grew to appreciate the ritual because of how much thought you invested in it every day. “We also have to meet with our Directors of Commerce concerning spice on Arrakis. We should also be receiving news about the status of spice production.”

“I hope Rabban has gotten his act together,” you say, pulling one of his outfits from the hanger and taking an undershirt of his out of a drawer beside you. It’s a deep blue almost black pair of pants with a matching jacket with a high neckline. You hand it to him, and he immediately puts each item on.

You bring your arms to his shoulders to smooth the fabric of the jacket over his body. You grab the seams at the shoulders, lining them up with the edges of his body so that it hangs perfectly on him. The clean lines accentuate the broadness of his torso and bolster his imposing stature. He really looks like a Baron now. You make a mental note to have the seamstresses make more outfits like this for him.

“...And I hope Rabban has figured out how to acquire a brain,” Feyd mumbles, savoring your touch on him.

“Whatever will we do with him…” you sigh in return as you kneel down to smooth out his pant legs.

“Thank you,” Feyd says as you rise to your feet again when you finish.

“Of course,” you reply, starting to make your way over to your side of the closet. He follows you and brings a hand to your shoulder from behind. You twist around to look at him with your brows knit. Why did he stop you?

“May I… return the favor today, my darling?” He asks, his voice wavering for a moment. Your lips part in surprise. He’s never asked to do this before, but his nervousness that he’s trying to conceal makes your heart swell. From that small moment of hesitation, you can tell he’s been wanting to ask this of you for some time.

You step back to allow him access, and Feyd raises his gaze up to the exposed rack of clothes. He starts at one end, pushing the outfits on the rod one by one to take a close look at each one. As he moves down the line, you can tell he’s deep in concentration. Should he pick a Harkonnen gown, or one you’ve brought from Youra? He’s taking great care in this task, which makes you sigh in appreciation.

He finally decides after many moments of consideration. He pulls down a floor length Harkonnen gown with a Queen Anne neckline and cap sleeves. It’s made of layers of fabric that seem to swallow all light that touches it, creating a rich obsidian black. The bodice is an intricately detailed corset adorned with elegant lace and prominent ribbing atop fine mesh. As he turns it around, he drags his gaze up and down the dress. The back is also beautiful, the design stretching all the way around.

“I haven’t seen you wear this one before,” he says, as he admires the open upper back, the edges of which are lined with the same lace as the bodice.

“It has a lace-up corset. It takes longer and requires another person to get into,” you explain, which makes Feyd’s eyes glimmer with excitement.

“What am I here for then?” he asks with a grin.

“Ruling Giedi Prime perhaps?” you jest. He scoffs and brings the dress over.

“Other than that,” he says, taking it off the hanger.

“I wouldn’t want to trouble you, Feyd.”

“It really isn’t any trouble, my love. Please? May I help you?” You see a hint of longing in his eyes and you nod at him, abandoning your towel as Feyd loosens the laces of the corset. He helps you by gathering the dress, giving you the ability to dive head first into the gown. As you pull down the dress over your body and put your arms through the armholes, you immediately notice how luxurious the fabric is against your skin. Even though the corset has not been tightened, you know that it will be a perfect fit by just feeling it on yourself. Turning your back to Feyd and holding yourself straight, you silently signal to Feyd that you’re ready.

“Let me know if it’s too tight,” he whispers in your ear from behind. His breath on your neck makes your skin tingle, and you try to resist turning around, grabbing his head and kissing him. At your motion he begins to tug on the laces little by little, causing the corset to perfectly conform to your figure. His touch is precise and the way he pulls at the strands is decisive and firm. To your surprise, he’s rather good at this and seems to know exactly what to do. Once he is done tightening it, he uses his fingers to gently tie a knot then a bow at the back of your dress with the excess ribbon. As you move around a little to settle into the dress, you feel how the corset isn’t too loose on you, and you don’t feel like you’re being suffocated either.

Before you can thank him for a job well done, he’s already at your feet, placing a pair of strapless patent leather shoes in front of you. He takes your hand in his. You use your free hand to grab your skirt as you slip the shoes on one by one. Feyd beckons you to follow him and takes you both over to the mirror in the closet. He positions you in front of him in the center of the mirror.

“Look at you, darling,” he whispers to you, his eyes wandering up and down the portrait of you in front of him. Feyd could look at this image all day. The bodice fits your body perfectly and the dress flares out from your waist beautifully, making you look like a goddess descended from above. He brings his arms around you and smooths his hands over your front, feeling the lace pass under his fingertips. The look of you together is truly gratifying for Feyd with him in his clean cut ensemble and you in your gown. You both look powerful next to each other. Together you are Baron and Baroness of House Harkonnen and you look the part. “You’re exquisite, my love.”

He dips his head down and brings his lips to your neck, pressing small kisses over the area. Feeling the heat within you rising, you turn around in his embrace and bring your arms up around his neck. Capturing his lips in yours, you kiss him fervently. He brings one hand up and combs his fingers through your hair, which makes you feel like a surge of electricity has shot through your veins. As you kiss him back, all of your surroundings seem to melt away into nothingness. All of it is insignificant compared to your husband. You can tell he’s also lost in the sensation of you against his body and in his hands as he rakes his hands through your hair. His grip on your waist tightens as his kiss becomes hungrier, and you feel him tug at your bottom lip with his teeth.

Breaking away from him, you see how heavy his lids are now, his firm grip on you not letting up. You smile at him and give him another quick kiss, this one much lighter. You didn’t want to stop, but you must attend to your duties. “Later, darling,” you sigh into his ear. “I just got dressed, after all. I wouldn’t want to undo your expert work.”

He lets out an amused huff and nods in agreement. You go over to the mirror and realize your hair is completely disheveled. Your dress is still beautiful, but you can’t say the same thing about your hair now that Feyd’s had his hands on it.

“I bet none of the Harkonnen women you’ve had in the past had to deal with this issue when leaving your quarters,” you joke as you open a different drawer near you, which contains all of your hair care tools that you’d brought with you to Giedi Prime. You take a moment to make the necessary adjustments to your hair, trying to salvage it.

“You need not mention them,” Feyd says, his jaw tightening. “They are of no concern to you or me anymore.”

“I know,” you smile, turning back to him and extending your arm. “I’m only teasing. Let’s go.”

He relaxes and gladly takes your hand, allowing you to lead him out of your quarters. With that, you begin your day side by side as Baron and Baroness of House Harkonnen.

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Did you miss me?

Pairing: Wanda Maximoff x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Smut 18+, language, dom!wanda, unspecified age gap, brief sexting, teasing, pet names, magic use, praise/degrading kink, breastplay, strapless strap-on, double sided dildo, bdsm, bondage/blindfold use, cunnilingus, edging, begging, overstimulation, face-sitting, aftercare.

WC: 2.3k

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You're watching your favorite show in the common area of the compound, bored out of your mind, taking peeks at your phone occasionally to check if you'd gotten any texts.

You're waiting for your girlfriend Wanda to get back from her friend's birthday party. It had only been a few hours, but you miss her.

You turn your attention back to the screen and watch as a more explicit scene comes on.

Suddenly, an idea comes into your mind.

You leave your seat, heading up into your shared bedroom and start rummaging in your closet. When you find what you're looking for, you squeal in excitement.

Wanda is going to love this.

You quickly strip yourself of your clothes and ask F.R.I.D.A.Y to alert you whenever she gets back home, you take your time slipping into your red lingerie – your girlfriend's favorite set.

You smile as you eye your reflection in the mirror in the corner of the room. The fabric pushes up your breasts and ass just enough for her liking. You shiver at the memory of the last time you wore it for her, how good she made you feel that night.

You grab your phone and take a picture of yourself lying down on your bed to tease Wanda. Sending it to her, you smirk when you get a response almost instantly.

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Wanda❤️: Naughty girl

You decide to mess with her even more, wanting to rile her up.

This time, you lay down on your stomach and decide to give her a better shot of your chest, both of your breasts pressing up against each other, your necklace in the middle almost getting caught in between them.

Getting up, you go to take a full-body selfie in the mirror, tugging the waistband of your panties with two fingers while you bite your lip, staring straight into the camera through the phone with big doe eyes, knowing full well the effects it would have on her.

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Wanda❤️: Don't expect to be walking anytime soon after I'm done with you detka.

That text alone shoots heat toward your core.

Y/n: Wasn't planning on it ;)

You lay back down on your bed and start to scroll through your phone, trying to find things to distract you from responding to her, knowing full well she will be fuming when she's back.

A few moments later, F.R.I.D.A.Y's voice echoes in the room.

"Ms. Y/l/n, Ms. Maximoff has entered the compound. She's requested for soundproof mode to be activated. Would you like to confirm?"

"Yes, I can confirm," you smirk, excited to see where this goes. Taking off your necklace and setting it on top of the dresser, you lay down on your stomach, facing the entrance of the room, holding your face up in your hands.

You flinch slightly when Wanda barges in and slams the door, her dark eyes landing on you with her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Hi baby." you smile innocently, lifting your legs up to wiggle them back and forth, returning her wandering gaze.

"Did you miss me?"

Wanda doesn't say anything; instead, she snaps her fingers, her magic throwing you down to lay onto your back. A small squeal leaves your chest at the sudden moment. Some of your toys now on-top the bedside drawer, Wanda's magic whirling around her and leaving her in only her bra and panties.

She makes her way up to you, straddling your thighs and crashing her lips with yours in a bruising kiss. Wanda slips her tongue into your mouth, making you let out a low whimper, your tongues dancing in unison. She moves one hand down to your cheek while placing the other on your lower neck, keeping your lips together.

Wanda slowly brings her hand down to your chest, slipping her hand under your bra and playing with your nipple, making you moan at the sensation. She then plays with the bud and tweaks it between two fingers.

She moves her other hand to your back and swiftly unclamps your bra, tossing it somewhere across the room. Breaking the kiss before she starts to pepper kisses on your neck, still toying with you, kneading your breasts.

Your breath hitches when she bites down on your pulse point and rubs her tongue there to soothe the hurt. Wanda continues nipping at your neck, not caring about the multitude of dark purple marks she's bound to leave behind. She makes her way toward your cleavage, placing sweet, gentle kisses on it before roughly latching herself onto your left nipple.

You buck your hips in anticipation. You love the way she's making you feel, but your wetness wants – no, needs – to be included in the stimulation.

"Patience, princessa," she finally speaks before kissing her way to your neglected breast and giving it the same attention, only this time, she bites down on your nipple, making you moan as the pain turns into pleasure.

"Baby, please," you whine. She smirks, shaking her head. She starts to tease you by moving her kisses down to your abdomen and sucking right under your bellybutton, you squirm in response.

She places herself in between your legs, planting her lips on different spots of your inner thighs, making you grunt in frustration.

"You don't get to be upset with me, malishka. Do you know how unfair it was for me? Not being able to do touch you while you were sending me such dirty things," she scolds.

You watch as she gets up from her place between your thighs and reaches for something on the nightstand.

Wanda grabs the strap-on, and you bite your lip at the sight of the smaller end sinking into her. You hear her groan as she adjusts to the toy, the noise sending a surge of wetness to your panties.

She reaches again and grabs some restraints and a blindfold. She holds the fabric up to your face, pausing for a moment.

"You've been a very bad girl, sweetheart. You know that means I'm going to have to put you in your place." She cups your face as a slight reassurance. Wanting you to know that she won't make you do anything you don't want and this was your chance to back out, before she connects your lips together.

The kiss starts off as gentle and passionate but soon turns into one of hunger. Wanda flicks her wrists, and her red wisps tie the restraints around your arms. When she pulls back, she gives you one more quick peck before wrapping the blindfold around your eyes.

Your vision plungs into darkness, and it is as if your other senses heighten. Her scent of vanilla is now stronger than before, her cool breath pressing onto your neck. You start to feel her fingertips slowly moving downwards toward your center.

Wanda licks the bottom of your jawline before nipping at it playfully. Feeling the bed shift, you can only imagine her hovering over you, the ends of her hair surrounding your face, tickling your cheeks.

She grabs the hem of your panties and snaps it back at your hip bone. You hear her hum, and you moan slightly when she cups your clothed pussy. She starts toying with your clit through the fabric, your panties dampening even more.

She chuckles dryly. "You're getting so wet for me baby." You groan in response, your legs twitching in anticipation. Wanda slowly pulls the fabric off of you and you hear her throw it to the floor. The bed shifts again and you feel her blow cold air into your bare, glistening cunt.

"W-wanda.

She doesn't respond and suddenly you feel two of her strong fingers slip into you, making you let out a loud breathy moan. No wonder she asked for the room to be soundproofed. "So tight" she mumbles.

Her thrusts rough and hard, just how she knows you like it. The lewd noises coming from your lower half make you wince behind the blindfold, the moans that force themselves out of your throat get higher and higher in pitch. As you feel myself getting closer to your release, she pulls out completely.

"Wha- no- please don't stop!" You cry out, tears of frustration starting to form in your eyes; the fabric absorbing them.

You feel the bed shift once more when Wanda leans over to nip at your earlobe.

"I don't plan of it detka." She whispers before leaning back and rubbing - what you can only assume is the strap on - up and down your slit. Wetting it with your arousal. You can hear her let out soft moans and it makes you want to see her, your clit throbbing.

When you try to reach and pull the blindfold from your face, the restraints on your wrists stops you, and before you can complain or say anything Wanda pushes the toy into you. You moan loudly when you feel it fill up every surface inside of you. She starts to teasingly thrust into you.

So slowly.

"F-faster, Wanda fast- faster." You whimper.

"Tell me how bad you want it."

"Fucking hell- Wanda I need you! I need you so much.. Please, just please fuck me!"

She smirks and starts to buck her hips into yours. The sound of your skin slapping against each other quickly fills the room, along with your practically synced moans. Both of you chasing your high.

"Fuck-" she pants, "Fuck, you're so pretty" Her hands grip at your hips harshly, repeatedly pulling you against her and over the toy. The smaller end hitting her spot perfectly and the feeling of your nipples brushing against each others making Wanda's mouth fall open.

You soon feel a wave of white hot heat phase through you, after one final thrust both of you are whimpering each other's name. Your legs trembling as your eyes roll into the back of your head.

Before you can comprehend it, you feel the toy slide out easily. You whine as your walls clench around nothing. Hating the newfound emptiness that could only be filled by her.

Wanda finally removes the blindfold from your eyes, a wave of dim brightness now slowly attacking your sight. When your eyes finally adjust, they land on the beauty in front of you.

You smile up at her to which she smiles back. Wanda leans down to kiss you and you happily return the favor. You suddenly feel a slight weight shift off your arms. You look down to see your hands no longer bonded to the bed.

Unable to resist yourself, you cup her cheeks and kiss her again, only this time, trying to regain some sort of dominance. Unfortunately, you lose it once again when she starts to grope your chest, making you sigh in pleasure.

She goes back to kissing your neck and makes a faster journey to your core this time. You gasp when she latches her perfect mouth onto your bundle of nerves. Sucking harshly, she pumps one digit into your heat, curling her finger ever so slightly on each pull out.

You loudly moan when you feel her move her finger to let her tongue enter you. The slick muscle plunging in and out of your hole.

You press your hands onto the back of Wanda's head trying to keep her there. She uses her index and middle finger to pinch your clit, causing you to rush into your second orgasm.

She slides her tongue out of you and laps up your cum. You groan softly when you feel her mouth work its way around your pussy.

Wanda finally brings her beautiful face up to you and kisses your puffy lips hungrily, letting you taste yourself on her tongue. When you both pull apart you notice a mischievous glint in her eye and squeal when she flips you over.

You immediately get positioned onto her face, and moan when her mouth gets to work. Your fingers lightly tug at her hair as grind against her. Wanda wraps one arm around your thigh to keep you in place while her other hand lands on your ass, groping at the flesh lightly.

You hum in appreciation when you feel her tongue rub tight circles around your clit. That's when you come undone for the third time, she moans against you, the vibrations sending you into pure bliss.

She doesn't let up however. Her mouth still latched to your core, tongue forcing its way in and out of you.

"Oh- baby- oh!"

Your brain is fuzzy from her actions, she lightly nips at your bundle of nerves before grabbing onto your right breast. You arch my back, screaming in pleasure, your throat now dry from its usage.

Wanda finally lets you slump down into her body. You can barely feel your legs at this point.

She wasn't joking when she said she'd take your ability to walk.

You gasp when you feel her slide her fingers back into your heat. Your eyes start to water again at the overstimulation, making you stuff your face into her chest and whine.

"Wands, i-it's too much"

"It's never too much krasiva" she coos, adding a third finger into your already battered cunt. You groan before attaching your lips onto her nipple.

Wanda moans as you squeal against her when you cum again. You slightly bite down on the skin before lazily rubbing my tongue on it.

You're about to pass out from exhaustion, moving yourself from your girlfriend for a moment to lay down comfortably before wrapping your arms around her. You stuff my face into her neck, inhaling her sweet scent.

You murmur out a quiet "I love you" making Wanda smile and return the words of affection and you practically sigh in happiness. She pulls the duvet over the both of you and kisses the top of your head.

You and your girlfriend falling asleep relaxed and content in each others arms.

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Hearts in Harmony (part 2) - Paige Bueckers

paige bueckers x fem!reader

summary: Paige, the star of the basketball team, finds herself drawn to a shy girl at a party.

warnings: 18+, nsfw, smut, read at your own risk.

word count: 1.037

obs: english isn't my first language.

— part 1 ღ

Still at the party, Paige and Y/n were completely immersed in each other. Amidst laughter and conversation, their moments together were interspersed with passionate kisses and tender hugs.

Amidst the soft and sweet kisses, the passion between Paige and Y/n began to intensify, their bodies warming with desire. Between sighs and looks full of longing, Paige asked, "Want to go back to my place?"

Y/n felt her heart race at Paige's suggestion, her own desire reflected in her bright eyes. With a mischievous smile, she agreed.

Together, they left the party, eager to explore the fire they felt in a more intimate setting. The journey to Paige's house passed quickly, each step filled with mutual desire.

When they finally arrived, they locked the door behind them, immersed in the tense silence of the desire they shared.

With a gentle and shy smile on her lips, Paige gently wrapped her arms around Y/n's waist, feeling the warmth of her body close to hers. "Let me take care of you, princess," Paige whispered in Y/n's ear, her warm breath sending shivers down the shorter girl's spine, her cheeks flushing intensely at the athlete's words.

With a shy smile, Y/n met Paige's gaze and murmured, "Yes, please."

With a mischievous smile, Paige gently pulled Y/n closer and enveloped her in a sloppy kiss, full of passion and desire.

Paige blindly walked to the bed, still kissing you, the athlete pulling away from your lips made Y/n whine for lack of contact. "Hold on, darling, I'll give you what you want," Paige whispered, sitting at the edge of the bed and pulling you onto her lap, you smiled and pressed your lips to Paige's again.

During that kiss, the world around them seemed to disappear, leaving only the love and connection they shared. Nothing else mattered beyond that magical moment, where they were united by strong mutual desire.

The clothes were taken off urgently, reflecting the desire that consumed them. Paige kissed down Y/n's neck, her skilled hands exploring every curve of her body with tenderness and desire. She alternated between gently caressing and firmly squeezing, eliciting shivers of pleasure from Y/n's sensitive skin.

With a low and involuntary moan escaping her lips, Y/n surrendered completely when Paige delicately laid her on the bed, taking her right breast in her mouth. "Fuck..." you moaned, unable to contain your excitement.

"What do you want, princess? Talk to me," demanded Paige, her voice full of authority and desire, showing her determination to satisfy Y/n's desires.

Surprised by Paige's intensity, Y/n rolled her eyes, wondering how the athlete could exert so much control with just her words.

"Answer when I talk to you," Paige whispered, her hand sliding up to Y/n's neck, exerting a gentle but firm pressure.

Without hesitation, Y/n surrendered to the truth of her desires. "I want you to fuck me," at that moment there was no shame, just Y/n's desire to be consumed by Paige.

Paige smiled satisfied to notice how much you were surrendered to her. In that moment of intimacy and desire, Paige dedicated herself to exploring every inch of Y/n's skin with soft and burning kisses, leaving a trail of warmth wherever she went. Her lips found the baby pink fabric that Y/n still wore, enhancing her beauty delicately and provocatively. “You're so hot,” Paige whispered, her hoarse voice laden with desire for you.

Y/n's response was immediate, her hands finding Paige's hair wanting the girl to come closer to where she needed to be touched. “Oh, someone is needy. You're so wet princess,” Paige says with desire and licks the girl's intimacy still covered by her panties. You moan and tremble with anticipation, "Please baby," you whisper totally surrendered to pleasure.

Paige moves her panties to the side and sucks her intimacy, now with nothing to cover it. Y/n could say she almost reached her limit with just that touch. The athlete swirls her tongue around her clit, pushing two fingers into her wet entrance. You moan shamelessly, not caring if you were being loud or not, “One more,” you ask and Paige adds another finger to your entrance.

With Y/n moaning in pleasure, Paige firmly held her hips on the bed, intensifying the thrusts and bringing her to the brink of orgasm. Each movement was an explosion of sensations, making Y/n scream in pleasure as her inner walls contracted in response to Paige's stimuli.

"Fuck! Fuck... Fuck...", Y/n screamed in ecstasy, her words echoing through the room as she surrendered to overwhelming pleasure. You squeeze your eyes tightly, tears of pleasure streaming down, showing the intensity of the shared moment.

Paige didn't slow down, pumping her fingers into Y/n's entrance with force and skill, while alternating between gently sucking and biting her clit, bringing her to the brink of absolute pleasure.

"P, I'm gonna come," Y/n announced, her voice filled with desire and anticipation.

"Come for me, darling." Paige pulls away from the mouth to whisper before sucking her clit strongly, leading you to a overwhelming orgasm.

Your body trembled, Paige delicately held Y/n's thighs to keep her stable as she sucked her moisture, her fingers still slowly penetrating until you gently push her away because you were sensitive.

Paige smiled satisfied with her shiny and wet mouth. She leaned back, sitting on Y/n's hips, and admired her panting face, with flushed cheeks and small drops of sweat on her forehead. Marks of dry tears adorned her cheeks, showing the deep emotion they had shared.

"God, you're perfect," Paige whispered, leaving soft kisses on Y/n's neck. The touch was delicate, conveying all the love and admiration she felt for her, even though they had only met a few hours ago.

Y/n sighed contentedly, wrapping Paige in a warm hug, still immersed in the ecstasy of the moment.

At that moment, words were not necessary. The two knew that each touch in the room was more than a caress; it was a promise of pleasure and mutual surrender, a commitment to devote themselves completely to each other.

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Hi, so I'm not really sure how to ask this idk, it feels very personal and maybe tmi, and I guess it depends on one's level of bottom dysphoria, but basically, do you (or anyone else who wants to share) have any advice or anything with how to cope with having to go through a physical exam for bottom stuff/ a pap smear for the first time?

I'm asking this as someone who has and always has had severe bottom dysphoria to the point that I've never done anything with those parts and literally never even touched myself. I've just lived painfully aware that I have that stuff but simultaneously pretending as much as possible that I don't. So just the thought of "having to" get that done, being touched there by someone etc, makes me sick and gives me anxiety and I just full on do not want to do that. Ever. But apparently I have to if I'm ever gonna get a hysto, which I really really want.

So now I just feel like it's lose/lose. Either I have to let someone touch me in a way that just thinking about me makes me sick, or I can never get a part of transition that I've been wanting forever since I was kid and learned about my anatomy.

And I just.. mentally, emotionally, physically in every way just really don't know how to deal with that.

I guess it's not that big of a deal for people who don't have bottom dysphoria or not that much of it, and honestly sometimes I feel kinda alone (and almost guilty? Like it's wrong somehow?) in how extremely uncomfortable I am with bottom stuff compared to how I've seen other people be chill with it, but yeah.. idk what to do or how to cope with this.

Don't feel bad about feeling bad -- I may like my dick, but that hole gives me panic attacks and I'm not looking forward to my own exam coming up soon. I worry every time that I am going to kick someone in the face by accident. :/

A pelvic exam/pap is not required to begin HRT, but you will need one for most hystos. Plus, it's just good preventative care. Also, if you are young enough, get your HPV vaccine (a 2 shot series, iirc) to help prevent cervical cancer.

Things that have helped me during gyn exams:

Take the entire day off, if you can. Have a treat set up for after your appointment.

Go with a friend, if possible. They may not be able to be with you in the exam room, but they can at least drive you and wait for you.

Be firm that this is hard for you and anything they can do to make it easier will be helpful.

Put your shirt back on after the breast exam. I don't take "no" for an answer here. Having an extra bit of clothing on makes me feel better.

Ask for the "pediatric" speculum -- it's smaller and won't hurt as bad. Insist on it.

Have something you can grip to take your focus off below.

If they want to do a sonogram, refuse the transvaginal one. Do it the old fashioned way, which will require drinking a lot of water. They can deal.

Don't be embarrassed if your self-care afterwards requires crying, or similar. This is an exhausting thing to do, no matter how brave a face you put on in the exam room. I usually just crawl back into bed to sleep it off.

Above all, never take comments like "just man up" or whatever from the medical team. If that happens, be mean back, or simply get up, get dressed, and leave. Find someone else if you have to.

Scripts I have used. Workshop your own and practice them:

"This is my first time. I'm worried this will be a very uncomfortable exam physically and emotionally for me and I would appreciate anything you can do to make it easier. It helps me if you explain everything as we go."

"I do not have penetrative sex, so would like to try the smallest speculum lubed up best you can."

"I am going to put my shirt back on. It will help me be calmer for the rest of the exam."

If they are rude: "You are being unkind and I will walk out of here and find another provider if this attitude continues."

If they insist on a transvag sonogram: "I will only do an external sonogram. We can schedule it another day for me to prep, or give me time to drink the necessary water." (This is hard, btw -- it is enough water to make you vomit.)

Do whatever mental larping you need to do to get through it all. It's important to psych yourself up so you can control as much as possible. Remember, you can stop things whenever you want. If they are mean, all bets are off.

If you're like me, it will suck, but please try not to put it off. But getting through it means you can tackle anything else related to transition, should you go that route. Seriously, if you can do this, you are fucking golden. Take care. <3

(Additional stories/advice are welcome from folks, being trans masc not required!)