#hashtag knee reveal

[sparkiekong]

Tagged by @streetlites - Thank ya hun!

lock/home screen, last image saved, last song listened to.

Not sure who all's done this. If you want to do it, feel free to say I told you to!

[starrieisdelusional]

arthur and merlin conversation in my fix it au when the magic reveal in s3 happened:

(arthur and merlin are standing in the throne room, just the two of them with tense silence, right after uther’s death)

arthur: well aren’t you full of surprises merlin: what can i say…i never ceased to entertain you…

Merlin is nervous, hoping to whatever entity out there that arthur forgiven him. But it seems unlikely, not after he killed his father. arthur: …am i a lie too then? merlin: what? arthur: is this- are we- you think it’s funny isn’t it? merlin: i’m sorry? arthur: (scoffs) stop acting like an idiot merlin i know you’re aren’t one…do you really think that i would believe that you are just some dumb fool?! I know you don’t go to the tavern merlin!! merlin: what??? But-

(Pulls merlin’s collar and shoves him against the wall)

merlin: arthur- arthur: HOW COULD YOU?! Do you think this is a game to you? i trusted you… merlin: and i-i’m sorry, i really am- arthur: AND WHAT? THAT GAVE YOU THE RIGHT TO LIE TO ME?! (screaming) I HAVE ALWAYS OPENED MY HEART TO YOU, DO YOU NOT TRUST ME ENOUGH TO DO THE SAME?! WHAT AM I TO YOU?!

merlin: arthur … arthur…please, please,listen to me … please arthur …please… i’m sorry… (arthur tightens his grip, inching closer to him until merlin is only a breath away) arthur: i want you to leave merlin: what? arthur: leave, far away from camelot, you are no longer welcomed here

(he lets him go, merlin recognized that arthur is using his political tone. The one he uses when dealing with diplomatic matters and turns away from him. Merlin feels like death is better than whatever this is)

merlin: no…what? No arthur- please- (merlin tries to grab arthur’s hand but arthur bats him away) arthur: do not touch me sorcerer.

(Merlin falls at his knees, kneeling at arthur’s mercy)

merlin: please…my lord, please don’t cast me away…please sire, you’re the only one i live for, please your highness, don’t cast me away, please i can’t live without you…i’ll do anything…please- please-

(arthur fall to his level, putting his hand on merlin’s head. It travels down to rest on merlin’s face, guiding him to look at him)

arthur: i, king arthur of camelot, hereby declare your banishment, merlin of ealdor, son of hunnith. If i see you on camelot’s ground after the rise of the sun, i will strike you where you stand

arthur left the room, turning a blind eye to merlin’s cries. Season 3 ends on Merlin’s crestfallen expression.

Update 25.09.2024 : i just realized how cringe this convo is, i changed it a bit I HOPE ITS BETTER 😭😭

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[mouseycometz]

6 for Earthspark!Starscream/Piper :3

#6 - "A sigh of relief."

Ask Game

Catwalks

Warnings: Suggestive

Word Count: 865

As Starscream arrived at the old warehouse that was surrounded by a worn blacktop, he frowned. Unimpressed by the location in the forest, his blue optics peered closely at the woman below him. 

“Hashtag put you up to this, didn’t she?”

Piper said nothing but shrugged, flipping her long, black hair over her shoulders. As she turned, the mech caught a glimpse of a smirk tugging at the corner of her lips. It only confirmed his suspicions. Starscream could use a “spa day”, he supposed. After all, he was imprisoned for so long previously. What could be the harm in enjoying the occasional wash?

As the human approached the dilapidated doors, she opened them with his help. Once inside the warehouse, she flipped a switch on a power cord criss crossing the floor. Immediately, powerful lights hummed to life, illuminating the area within. One corner of the warehouse was sectioned off, and the area that was once occupied by humans in the past appeared newly-cleaned and ready for a bot to have a wash, complete with a series of elevated catwalks for additional aid and hoses of varying sizes.

Starscream gawked, processing the sight around him. A part of him was even touched.

“When did you…?”

“I had some help. Now, would you rather me talk or wash?”

Starscream turned to find that Piper already removed her outer clothes, revealing her one piece swimsuit beneath. She continued to prepare, folding and packing her clothes away while the cybertronian eyed her curiously. She grabbed the smallest hose, her pale face tipped with a pinkish hue. Understanding that she was blushing, Starscream grinned a little.

“What?”

He looked away from her, slightly flustered himself.

“N…Nothing at all. Let us begin.”

Transforming and easing himself between the catwalks, Starscream kept all of his sensors focused on Piper as she started the hose. The sensation of water over his wings was refreshing and inviting. He couldn’t help but shudder, releasing a long and low vent. Slowly, Piper sprayed the dust across his armor. To her credit, she was serious about cleaning him, directing her efforts where the grime was thickest and removing it with strong bursts from the hose. From his point of view, it felt like a massage. 

Starscream couldn’t lie. He was enjoying himself. From the looks of it, so was Piper. She was careful and diligent, always explaining where she planned to cleanse next so that he could prepare for her touch and attention. 

Almost purring as she finished the worst of the dirt from his underside, he was beyond eager when she began to climb the catwalk stairs. It allowed him to receive a perfect look at her from a new angle. Her black swimsuit wrapped nicely around her slender figure, exposing just enough of her fleshy bits, from the sides of her breasts to the curves of her plump thighs she was so insecure about. Everytime she powered the hose, droplets of water bounced back in her direction, causing her body to become damp. 

Water rained down on Starscream like a shower, and the relief he felt as the dust and debris washed down the drain was otherworldly. As more of his shiny finish was revealed, he was about to fall deeper into tranquility.

Well, until Piper climbed over a catwalk railing.

"Hang on, I can't get what I need from this angle. I need to get on your wing. Is that okay?”

Starscream paused.

“Yes…that’s quite alright.”

He knew she aimed to be gentle. Gingerly, Piper nodded and set her bare feet on his wing, walking across and hosing him down more efficiently. Starscream remained as motionless as possible, not wanting her to stumble or fall. Still, he couldn’t deny the growing warmth in his spark as she approached him even closer.

The moment she stepped over his cockpit and slid to her knees to straddle the nose of his alt-mode, however, sent a surge of surprise down his frame that was so powerful that he couldn't silence the whine from his engine. Startled, Piper lost her footing and tumbled. Panicked, Starscream transformed instantly and caught her in midair before her hair could even make contact with the ground.

He held her soft body close in his servos, looking her over for any sign of injury. His rounded digits felt the cold surface of her back implants, and he momentarily shuddered. However, he pushed his negative thoughts to the side and sighed.

“Are you alright?”

Piper nodded, blowing a stray hair out of her face.

“I’m okay. Thank you.” She frowned, blushing once more. “I’m sorry. I should have warned you.”

Starscream shook his helm.

“No, no. It’s fine.” He grinned, deciding to make light of the situation. “You clumsy thing. The mighty Spectra I used to know was much…smoother.”

She giggled, a wondrous sound and a good sign.

“Well, would you like me to continue?”

Starscream thought for a moment, holding her close to the cockpit on his chest. He smiled, holding her close and snug against the warmth of his cleansed frame. 

“Actually, I believe we’re fine where we are.”

He felt instant reassurance when she hugged his digits in return. 

Divider Credit: @/saradika-graphics

[hyukascampfire]

It’s anon living in your walls again!! I will probably reveal myself eventually hehe but to answer your question… Mans got on his knees in front of everyone he has to cling on😫 Gonna show mc he was serious! (But this is also my down bad self typing) Also all the letters… that has to be a man in love

Hoping that does not stop th, I need him to put his foot down!!! Like HEY I like her too! I gave you a chance and you fumbled

Reminds me of that scene when mc could see th when yh was on his knees begging for mercy… gave me goosebumps😩 Little warning because I’m going to yap🤭 The message you got mentioning yh being pretty much all talk vs th showing actual actions, I so agree! I loved reading that ask!

I feel yj is more I!! will protect you, sees mc more on the delicate side whereas th takes that “I wont always be there” approach. However him showing mc how to fight and getting the kelpie can also be interpreted that way… Say mc is cornered but thinks back to this move th taught her that ends up saving her life.

OMG HI BESTIEE i love to see ur notifs pop up 🙂‍↕️🫶 i’m now dedicating u your own hashtag for until or if you reveal yourself!!! hehe

ur so right 😭 like of course, the folk are prone to dramatics, but Yeonjun also has a reputation to keep up. he wouldn’t have gotten on the floor if he wasn’t totally smitten, i think! oh em gee thinking about that scene again… whew. might just go reread it rn LMAOOO!! and the letters, too. i think it’s beyond just him being able to step back and give MC space, even though she sorta needs it. he’s desperate, damn it🫠

i think that Taehyun is a very logical person, and he has his own motivations. he is absolutely playing chess while everybody else is playing checkers. there’s a sort of clashing in his actions—while he is very plain with his beliefs and sees the world in a black-and-white way, he also does some things that are a bit elusive. i think that it’s a very neat contradiction with Yeonjun’s personality. i also really, really loved that ask (thank you so much anon <3 it was lovely to read on your insight) and agree that the two of them have very different perspectives on their world, and rule themselves very differently when interacting with it. they definitely are sort of foil characters, with Yeonjun’s tendency to words and Taehyun’s towards action.

I think that Taehyun sees no excuse for MC to not know how to stand for herself, no matter the way she grew up. As for Yeonjun, I absolutely agree that he has a more ‘you won’t need to defend yourself if I’m there for you.’ type of outlook. I think both come from the life that they lead—Taehyun with his darker history and Yeonjun with his means to spoil.

Thank you for answering, wall anon! 🫡 you’re the best, i love yapping @ you guys!

[trashyswitch]

Luigi's Secret

Chapter 7: Hashtag Tickle Fic

Luigi was ready to unwind after a long day. He pulls out his phone, ready to read some tickle fics. But Mario's brotherly antics end up revealing a huge secret Luigi had managed to keep for so long...How will Mario react?!

Here it is...the moment you've all been waiting for...😉

After a long day of work and the occasional tease from his brother, Luigi was ready to just flop into bed and read for a while. He just…didn’t feel like dealing with anymore distractions today. Plus, he had noticed that his favorite writer had uploaded another fanfiction right as his shift had ended, and he was just aching to read it. And now was finally that time. 

Luigi jumped into bed and pulled out his phone, opening up Tumblr and seeing the new fanfiction that was uploaded 4 hours ago. 

[A Predictable Friendship by TrashySwitch]

But…then he remembered that he forgot to read the other previous fanfic uploaded by her. So, he opened up AO3, and clicked the fanfic name underneath the friendship fanfic: 

[Go Home, Will! by TrashySwitch]

Luigi read the hashtags one by one, and bit his lip as he hesitated to click the title. He was nervous that the fanfiction was just going to bring his lee mood right back to where it was earlier this morning… Because unfortunately (or fortunately) for him, these fanfics always seemed to do that to him. Everytime Luigi would read a fanfiction, he would end up in those awful lee moods…and they could only be solved by either reading fanfictions while daydreaming, or by actually being tickled. And the latter option was something that could only happen if he worked up the courage to ask. So…Luigi made due with the former option. 

Luigi finally clicked the title and let the phone load up the fanfic. When it was loaded up, Luigi scrolled down and started to read the summary: 

[William is refusing to go home from work, due to being slammed with so much paperwork. But Henry is having none of it. So he pulls an inconvenient prank on his buddy in an attempt to get him away from the work desk. And it works! Well...kinda.]

Luigi chuckled to himself with a big smile on his face as he read through the beginning of the fanfic. The chances of this fanfic writer actually writing about something realistic that he completely understands…is incredible. Everybody who works a day job would know what it’s like to have that one employee that stays a few minutes past punch out! And…if he were to be honest, the word ‘inconvenient’ was a huge understatement. It gets really annoying…especially when you really wanna go home, but can’t yet because of someone else. 

Luigi kept reading through the fanfic, rather enjoying the playful banter these two characters had. And then one of the employees stealing the phone cord?! That’s so evil! That’s the equivalent of stealing a painter’s paintbrushes! Or a plumbers’ pliers! How does one do their work without that?!

And then the chase scene that resulted from the prank…He knew where this fanfic was going ever since reading the dialogue “COME AND GET IT, LOSER!”. These fanfics usually went the same way, but had different ways of getting there, which always ended up surprising Luigi. 

[William widened his eyes in horror. “aAAAH-” He yelled before squeezing them shut. “OHNO-” William blurted out, hissing as he brought his arms against his sides to cover up his armpits.

“How long can Willy the crybaby handle being tickled?” Henry asked confidently.

“H-HENRYHYHY-” William’s wobbly smile grew wider as he quickly lost control of himself. “DAHAHA! DAMMIHIHIHIT!” William laughed, finally dropping to his knees. “WAHAIT- *snort* HEHEHEHENRYYYY!” William laughed, even letting out a snor-] 

“You and those stories, I tell ya.” Someone said in front of him, taking his phone right out of his hands. 

Luigi widened his eyes and reached up to grab his phone. “NO! I’m just getting to the best part!” Luigi yelled, growing anxious. 

OH NOOO! NOT NOW! WHAT DID HE DO TO DESERVE THIS?!

Mario moved the phone away from his brother’s hands. “What’s it about this time?” Mario asked, scrolling down slightly. 

OH GOD. 

“NOTHINGJUSTGIVEIT-” Luigi shouted, attempting to tackle his brother down and get his damn phone back. 

“Haha! I’d like to see you try.” Mario teased as he scrolled down a slight bit more. 

Luigi tried to prevent himself from screeching as he started to sweat from how anxious he was. No nO NOO! The last time Mario stole his phone, he had been at the beginning of the fanfic, where it looked like a normal story! And that was already too close to the reveal! But THIS TIME?! He was RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF THE TICKLE SCENE! IF MARIO READS HIS PHONE EVEN A SMALL BIT, THEN-THEN…

“Geez- Why are you being so dramatic?!” Mario yelled. 

“JUSTPLEASE-” Luigi begged helplessly. 

“Please what? Please read it to you?” Mario asked. 

Luigi gasped in horror. “NO!” Luigi shouted. 

“Ooooh! Okay! I’d love to read it to you!” Mario teased with a smirk before scrolling up slightly. “Now what word did you last end on?” Mario asked. 

Luigi was practically praying he could just melt into a puddle on the spot and sink into the floor. This CANNOT BE HAPPENING. HE HAD TO DO SOMETHING!

“Da da da- William dropped the shoe and-” 

Luigi quickly started skittering his fingers in Mario’s armpit, hoping and praying this would get the man to drop his phone. Mario guffawed and doubled over, attempting to trap his hand in his armpit. “HEHEhehey! Yohou think that’s reheheally gonna stohohop mehehe?” Mario asked, a small wobbly smile developing on his face. 

Luigi started blushing right away. God, even seeing Mario being tickled could quickly put him into a lee mood. It’s SO NOT FAIR! 

Mario took this little moment of a pause, to start reading the fanfic out loud. “William dropped the shoe and…Uh…” Mario’s face started to change. His words trailed off as he attempted to read the fanfiction on his own. 

[“Come here, you!” William pulled his foot underneath Will’s armpit and trapped the ankle in his armpit almost like a chokehold. Then, he started skittering his fingers on Henry’s vulnerable arch.

“eeEEEHEHEHEHAHAhahahaha! WAHAHAhahahahait nohoHOHOHOhoho!” Henry yelled-] 

“Hee…he he- How do you even-” Mario attempted to read it outloud, but was really struggling.

“OHgodno-” Luigi reacted behind him, his voice wobbling and cracking. 

“How do you even read this?!” Mario asked, letting out a laugh before continuing to read it to himself. 

[“Lehehet me gohohohohoho!” He begged-] 

“What…” Mario turned around to look at Luigi. “Is…this William guy supposed to be tickling Henry?” Mario asked. 

Luigi squeaked as he felt his face go more red from both hearing the word, AND hearing the tiny explanation of the fanfiction. 

Mario couldn’t help the small smile that was on his face. “And just to clarify, this is supposed to be laughter?” Mario asked, pointing to the dialogue he had just read. 

Luigi only whined in response. He was hoping and praying this was just an awful nightmare he could wake up from…But he wasn’t waking up no matter how much he pinched his own leg. Mario knew…Mario had found out, and now he was going to NEVER let him live this down! 

Mario chuckled and scrolled up to the top of the story. “Go Home, Will!…by TrashySwitch…” Mario read. “What is a TrashySwitch?” Mario asked. “Is her switch console so broken that she had to name her profile after it?” Mario asked with a laugh.

Luigi whined and covered his face with his hands. This can’t be happening. This CAN’T BE HAPPENING! PLEEEASE LET THIS BE A STUPID DREAM! PLEEEEASE!

“Hashtag it’s the working life for me, hashtag childish Henry Emily, hashtag childish William Afton slash Dave Miller, hashtag bad parent William Afton slash Dave Miller, hashtag only a small bit tho- This is just fanfiction!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi whined and groaned, shifting his feet that were currently under the covers. 

Mario widened his eyes and looked at Luigi with shock, before bursting out laughing. “YOU READ FANFICTIONS?!” Mario shouted, laughing again. “I THOUGHT YOU READ SHORT STORIES?!” Mario reacted. 

Luigi let out a long, painful groan. He knew this was only the beginning of the end for himself. This was going to be the first of millions of teases specifically about this, that will leave Mario’s mouth. 

Mario raised an eyebrow as he looked back at the hashtags. “Hashtag pranks and practical jokes, hashtag…tickle…fic-” 

Mario heard yet another whine leave his brother’s mouth. Unfortunately, that whine would only confirm everything. Luigi was not only reading fanfiction…He was reading fanfiction specifically about tickling. “W-Wait…” Mario said, scrolling down a bit more and reading through bits of the story really quickly. 

[“WhahahahAHAHAHAT?!” Henry reacted, squealing as the tickling doubled for him.

“You heard me.” William replied. “Did you want to be tickled?” William asked as he moved his fingers up to the top sole of his foot. 

“WHOHOHO TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THAHAT?!” Henry asked.]

Mario blinked. “Did…Did this Henry guy just admit to wanting to be tickled?” Mario asked. 

Luigi whined and mumbled something. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “You’re gonna have to speak up, or remove your hands from your face. I can’t understand you at all right now.” Mario said, attempting to grab Luigi’s hand. But Luigi’s hands were so tight against his face at the moment. Mario tilted his head, filled with enough confusion to last a lifetime. He clicked the name of the writer, and watched as it opened up to the profile. He hoped that the profile would help fill in some dots. Mario took a moment to look at the profile picture, before looking at the dashboard. 

“Hi there! I’m TrashySwitch! You can call me T.S, or Pocket if you want to.” Mario started to read out loud.

WaiT- WHAT?! 

“NonononoNONO-” Luigi reacted, getting up and reaching out for his phone. “PLEASESTOP!” Luigi begged. 

Mario pulled the phone back, keeping it out of Luigi’s reach. “Nuh uh!” Mario started pushing Luigi down by his chest with his hand. “You can’t just take the phone and not fill in all the details.” Mario reacted. “So you can either let me read this, or fill in the details yourself.” Mario told him. Luigi stared at him with shock and fear. Those were his choices?! Either explain everything himself, or let Mario read it?! Luigi stuttered for a few moments, before reaching down and grabbing the comforter, covering himself with it as fast as he could. 

Mario chuckled at the overdramatic reaction before continuing to read the profile description. “I’m a touch starved switch who is 70% Ler, 30% Lee. And I spend my time entertaining the moods by doing one of my passions: Writing fan-fiction! I am an SFW (Straight Fuckin' Water! XD) writer who mostly writes fluff and the occasional angst/comfort.” Mario read outloud. 

Luigi let out another audible whine. No no no no no…Please stop…Pleeeease stop…

“Wait…‘mostly writes fluff’…” Mario looked at the blanket, and grew the biggest smile on his face when he heard a whine from Luigi. “Oh my god- these tickling fanfictions are actually the fluffy stories you’ve been reading.” Mario reacted. “These are the stories that make your face light up so much!” Mario reacted, laughing a bit. 

Luigi shuffled around under the blanket, and groaned. Great…Now he knows…HE FREAKING KNOWS NOW. ALL BECAUSE HE LET HIS GUARD DOWN ONE SINGLE TIME- 

“So Ticklefic…Tickle fanfiction?” Mario asked aloud. “Fanfictions specifically about tickling?”

Luigi squeaked and wiggled his socked feet helplessly. 

Mario smiled a slight bit. The man then put the phone down and attempted to pull the blanket off Luigi. “Okay, you have a lot of explaining to do.” Mario told him. 

Luigi squeaked and gripped the blanket harder, absolutely refusing to let Mario rip it off him. “NonononoNO!” Luigi yelled, terrified to show his disgraceful face to his brother. 

“What’s a lee? What’s a LER?! What is a SWITCH?!” Mario reacted. “Who is this ‘TrashySwitch’ person? And why is this person writing fanfictions with tickle fights as the theme?!” Mario asked. “Do you know them?!” 

Luigi groaned and attempted to kick Mario with his feet still under the covers. “Leheheave me ALONE!” Luigi yelled, pulling the cover off his own face so he could breathe cold air. 

Mario dropped his jaw as he saw how red his brother was. And this wasn’t the same embarrassed color of redness that occurred earlier today, or in the past week…this was double, almost triple the embarrassment! 

This was full-on humiliation! 

Luigi whined and covered himself with his blanket yet again, already feeling silently judged by his brother. He was both whining, and giggling all at the same time. It was…both hilarious, and…almost sad to see…

Mario began to feel really bad for pushing Luigi to the breaking point. But…

Mario gently placed the phone right near the comforter opening. Luigi reached his hand out, grabbed it, and pulled it in under the blanket. Mario couldn’t help the little laugh that left his own mouth just from seeing that. He looked like a vampire getting his blade, or Golem getting his precious ring. 

Mario then grabbed the comforter and went under the covers with Luigi. Luigi squeaked and covered his face shallowly with his hands so he didn’t have to look at Mario face-to-face. Mario only smiled and tried to think of how to continue this conversation. “So…” Mario started with a small smirk. 

Luigi shook his head. “Don’tsayit…pleasedon’t…” Luigi muttered. 

Mario raised an eyebrow. “Lee?” Mario said. 

Luigi squeaked, whining and giggling at the same time. 

“Ler?” Mario said next. 

Luigi whined amidst his giggles, now kicking his feet lightly. 

“TrashySwitch?” Mario asked. 

Luigi visibly tensed up as he waited for the inevitable to happen…

“...Tickle?” Mario asked. 

Luigi squeaked as his giggles went up another level, and turned himself around so his back was towards his evil brother. 

Mario’s smirk only widened as he finally got the reaction he was looking for. “...Tickle tickle.” Mario started to smile somewhat evilly. 

“MARIOSHUHUHUSH.” Luigi whined, turning back around to face Mario and pushing his shoulder. 

“Ohoh my gosh, I’ve never seen you this embarrassed before!” Mario reacted. “Just the word tickle can make you react like this?!” Mario asked. 

“N-No-” 

“Tickle tickle tickle~” Mario teased. 

Luigi shrieked and covered his face again, accidentally letting out a snort. 

“Holy merda…Is this what a lee mood is?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi snorted as he nodded his head. “Yeheheah.” 

“How long has this been going on?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi groaned and very slowly uncovered his face. “A year and a hahahalf…” Luigi admitted. 

Mario dropped his jaw. “A YEAR AND A-” “I KNOW, SHUTUP!” Luigi yelled, covering his face again. 

Mario bursted out laughing at him, absolutely loving this new fact. “This person has been writing tickle-themed fanfictions for a year and a half?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi widened his eyes and slowly opened his phone. On AO3, he looked at the join day. “...Shehehehe hahad been for 3 and a half years…” Luigi admitted. 

“HOLY-” Mario dropped his jaw. “HOW MANY ARE THERE?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi whined and giggled helplessly. “Uhuhuhhhh…” He looked at the ‘Works’ area. “377…” Luigi admitted.

“Three  hundred and seventy seven?!” Mario reacted. “That’s- THAT’S-” Mario attempted to do math in his head. There are 365 days in a year…730 days in two years…and 1095 days in 3 years.” Mario said. “So…Type this in the calculator.” Mario thought for a moment. “1095 divided by 377.” Mario said.

Luigi bit his lip and put it into the calculator on his phone. “She…uploaded a fanfic every 2.9 days.” Luigi told him. 

“THAT’S INSANE!” Mario shouted. 

“I KNOW!” Luigi yelled back, a small smile on his face. 

Mario chuckled awkwardly as he tried to wrap his head around this new thing. “So…People like tickling so much that they write stories about it?!” Mario reacted. “And…my brother of all people, has been reading these stories a couple feet away from me without a second thought, for a year and a half now?!” Mario added. 

Luigi looked at Mario, before looking down again. 

Mario began to remember the little area that he read from the story. 

[“You heard me.” William replied. “Did you want to be tickled?” William asked as he moved his fingers up to the top sole of his foot. 

“WHOHOHO TOHOHOLD YOHOHOU THAHAT?!” Henry asked.]

Mario started to think out loud. “If she’s writing tickling fanfictions because she enjoys it…and you’re reading it…” Mario suddenly gasped and widened his eyes, before looking at Luigi. “Then does this mean you enjoy being tickled too?” Mario asked, smirking. 

Luigi widened his eyes and groaned. 

“So you read these tickle fanfictions because…you want it to happen?” Mario asked.

Luigi whined a slight bit…before nodding his head.

Mario stared at Luigi for a moment…before quickly thinking back to what happened earlier that week. “So…when Peach was tickling me and she threatened to tickle you if you tried to save me…” Mario started to explain. 

Luigi looked down, smiling slightly as he scratched the back of his own head. “Uhhhhh…” 

“You weren’t actually scared of her threat, because…you like it? And wanted it to happen?” Mario clarified. 

Luigi groaned and started giggling in embarrassment all over again. “Mahahahaybeheheee…” Luigi mumbled. 

Mario raised his eyebrows, before going back to thinking. “Okay…and when you went from ‘confident tickle monster’ to not even being able to say the word…was that real?! Were you actually struggling to say the word?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi squealed and covered his mouth. 

“Oho my god!” Mario reacted.  “And…And when you used to annoy Dad so he would become the tickle monster…you actually enjoyed that?!” Mario asked. 

Luigi paused for a moment and began to think. He wasn’t really able to remember his own thought process when he was doing that. Truth was, he didn’t even remember doing such a thing. But…now it made sense that he would. 

“Ihihi guehess sohohoho.” Luigi replied awkwardly. 

Mario widened his eyes. “Holy- That’s crazy!” Mario reacted. “So not only do you like it when people tickle you, you also love when people tease you!” Mario clarified.

Luigi whined a slight bit…before nodding his head. “But…only people I t-trust.” Luigi added. 

Mario quickly kicked the blanket off the two of them, scaring Luigi in the process. Mario then pulled Luigi into his arms. “Then what are we even waiting for?!” Mario declared, drilling into his hips. 

“eeEEEEEEEK!” Luigi screeched, grabbing Mario’s wrists as he howled with newfound laughter. He knew Mario was going to react. He knew it was going to either make or break his relationship with his brother. But…telling him actually rewarded him with tickles?! AND TICKLES TO THE HIPS OF ALL THINGS?! 

If that was the case, then WHY DIDN’T HE TELL MARIO SOONER?! This was FANTASTIC! TICKLE ME! TICKLE ME ALL YOU WANT, MARIO! DO IT LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT! 

“Oh!” Mario tweaked his sides occasionally in the middle of tickling his hips. “And don’t think that just because you’re being tickled, you’re done talking. This conversation is far from over.” Mario declared. 

……..Ohno…..

[cielcreations]

Avian Instincts - First Appearance [Joel]

AN: Just a heads up, Avian Instincts AU is just an excuse for me to write Avian Solidarity. Each “chapter” will take place in the same AU, but there is no real story. Just Solidarity learning to cope with his avian instincts as well as learn to love himself for who he is, with the help of the other emperors of course.

All story parts will be tagged with the Avian Instincts AU hashtag. Also, every part will follow a different emperor. For example, the title of this one has [Joel], meaning Joel will be the character interacting with Soli. Cool? Cool.

People knew something was wrong with the sheriff.

Well, not necessarily wrong, they just knew Solidarity was hiding something from them. What it was, people didn't know, but they knew it was something!

If people looked closely, the sheriff had small feathers decorating his cheeks, right under his eyes. Not to mention, his nails always seemed to be long, almost like claws or talons. And, if you happened to catch Solidarity without his vest on, you would see two large holes in the back of his shirt, as if something was suppose to be on his back.

They had asked but Solidarity just replied that he didn't know what they were talking about or how it's nothing. He never said anything else about these weird, albeit small, features. People were curious but Solidarity didn't budge.

One day, however, Joel was in Stratos, working on the massive temple/shrine he was building for himself when he saw birds seeming to circle around one spot in his empire. He tilted his head, confused. He walked towards the flock of birds and saw none other than Solidarity sitting on a fence post. Well, no, not really sitting. He stood on his feet, crouching down, almost like a bird would. He seemed to stare up at nothing in particular, tilting his head as he continued staring at whatever the birds were circling.

"Hey, Toyboy, what are you doing here?"

Solidarity turned, eyes blown wide. He stared, tilting his head.

"Uhhh, Sheriff? You okay?"

Solidarity was silent, staring at him, blinking.

A bird flew over and squawked. Before Joel could get away, Solidarity faced the bird and let out a chirp. The god gasped, eyes widening as the bird and dirty blonde chirped, trilled, and squawked at each other. Suddenly, Solidarity stood up, removing his vest, two bright yellow wings came out of his back. Joel stared, eyes widened as the sheriff flapped his wings. The bird flew down and Solidarity jumped, wings extending to follow after it.

"S-SOLIDARITY!" He yelled, grabbing the fence before he stumbled back. Solidarity flew up into the sky, following the happy trills of the birds.

The dirty blonde looked down at Joel, his bright yellow wings looking like pure gold as the sun shined down on them. His eyes were wide, blown out still, before he continued to fly with the flocking birds.

***

Solidarity groaned as he woke up, his back aching, head pounding. He moved to sit on his knees and looked down, seeing he was laying on a bed not his own. What the- He then felt a flutter and gasped, turning. He quickly folded his wings in and hid them under his shirt once again, Sh-Shit, please tell me no one saw!

The gods were not in his favor as the bedroom door opened and Joel revealed himself, holding a tray of breakfast.

"Oh, you're awake! You okay?"

Solidarity opened his mouth and went to speak, "Chiiirp-" He covered his mouth, face turning a cherry red.

Joel chuckled, "It's okay, take your time! Here, I made breakfast!"

Solidarity blushed more, moving is hand away from his mouth. He groaned as he bit his lip, seeming to swallow a lump in his throat, "I-I... D-Did you see them...?"

"Your wi-"

"S-So that's a y-yes." He groaned, "I didn't want anyone to see them..."

"Why not?" Joel asked, handing him the plate of food.

Solidarity sighed, "Thanks for the food... As for why..." He looked down at the plate, "...cause I hate them..."

"You hate your wings?! Why would you hate them?! They're so pretty-"

"Okay, no need to lie." The dirty blonde hissed, shoving some food into his mouth.

"I'm not lying! When you flew up, the sun hit your wings and it looked like real gold! And you know how much I love gold! They're beautiful, Solidarity!"

The dirty blonde hesitated before he spoke, "...You'd be the first..."

"...Has the other emperors seen them?"

"No, I didn't want anyone to see them. I didn't want anyone to know what I was. I pushed down my instincts for a reason. But I woke up yesterday already with my instincts at a high and then the birds said something and I just... I blanked out. But now I'm here..."

"You don't remember what happened?"

"When you push your instincts back for too long, like I have, they'll eventually spill over. For me, I go bird mode and I can't remember the next day because I was in bird mode for the whole day."

Joel nodded in understanding.

"...I didn't... do anything weird, did I?"

"No. I mean, you seemed to perch on one of my fences, then flew with some birds who were flocking, and a few hours later, you came back." Joel shrugged, "You mainly perched on my shoulder or perched somewhere nearby so I could build." The brunette saw Solidarity's eyes were wide, face flushed, "What?"

"H-HOW IS THAT NOT WEIRD?! I PERCHED ON YOU!"

"Doesn't bother me." Joel shrugged, "I mean, Hermes sits on my shoulders all the time. Or Fwhip, when we're hanging out, will perch on my head. And Lizzie? When we're hanging out, she tends to curl up on my chest because- uuuuuh-"

"Because she's a cat?"

Joel widened his eyes.

Solidarity laughed, "Yeah, I know. I mean, she wears a human mask everywhere, has a tail, and hides her ears under her head. Not to mention, her skirt and leggings don't hide all her fur like her gloves do."

"...You just didn't hear it from me, got it?"

Solidarity nodded, before he hesitated, "...P-Promise... promise you won't tell anyone?"

Joel shrugged, "Sure-"

"I'm serious, Joel. Please, please, don't tell anyone." Solidarity bit his lip, "I... Just don't."

Joel stared before he gently hugged the other, "I promise I won't. But you need to tell the others eventually. What're you going to do when instincts scream at you again? Come to me every time?"

Solidarity hesitated, "...I... I'll tell them. I'm just... not ready."

"Take your time, Solidarity. Take your time."

The dirty blonde nodded, continuing to eat his breakfast.

[palestickyprinces]

on my hands and knees begging for a family tree (or multiple ones!!) for your original hotd/asoiaf characters...

anon your hand in marriage immediately. how did you know about my one true passion. reveal yourself in my dms within three days else you'll start to cough

some of these are way more in depth because i. well. i only just made some (cough the tullys and martells cough) while others i worked for a day or two on. the targaryen ones look weird bc this site doesnt like incest (or even when two siblings marry another set of siblings). i will put it under a read more lest it take 5 days to scroll past

me looking at anon

we're just gonna go in order of how i have them saved el oh el. also i was gonna link the trees but then realized anyone can edit them and i dont trust people not to fuck up my hard work so now you have to suffer my shitty screenshots. sorry

Maryce Redwyne

(ignore the fact it links to aemond, its just how the site works) now this one is a little weird bc i never fully committed to when it takes place in her canon so some people are dead who shouldnt be some people arent dead who should be etc... also daeron doesn't exist here cuz uhhh. well. i just never put him in.

this verse is also the ones my ocs vaerra targaryen and alyssa targaryen (of pentos), but i ended up removing them since its really maryce's story and i didnt want to include them for like two appearances worth of time

you may notice she has a child who's formerly gone entirely unmentioned...

Lorea Baratheon

this one is straightforward its just the canon family tree plus lorea. i have various other ocs and possible cousins in mind for her story but i dont think any are included in this. however i did go insane adding practically the entire lannister and baratheon/targaryen family trees theres like 60+ people in this one

House Errol

never mentioned these guys (because i forgot they existed) but theyre fairly important players in lorea's story, she runs into the kingswood after (spoiler!) her mom tries to 🗡 her and ends up at haystack hall. sebastion ends up agreeing to let her stay, then as the war continues is the one to push her to claim the throne. totally not because he wants to be her hand and marry his son to her. who would ever do that.

House Mallister

theres a couple more piper cousins/siblings in law on the other side lyman but thats fine. lyman has a wife named lynette swann and i never decided if his name would remain lyman. also i forgot to ever name one of elinor's brothers in law oops

after the hashtag scandal of elinor having a bastard baby her mom gets her brother lucas to marry his son to elinor and elinor is shipped off to pinkmaiden forever. sad!

Ellyn Hightower + Daemion & Alyssa

considering daemion didnt even have his own tag until like yesterday i dont think i ever shared that he's criston's son so. spoiler! theres nothing like giving your affair baby nearly the same name as your husband ❤️ also daeron is again not here. sorry. would be funny to include him just for the sake of the recent headcanons about criston being his daddy tho. when ur cousin is also ur brother and its not even from the incest side of the family

(im not actually doing that. daeron will probably just not be included. unless i really like him when s3 comes out in a decade)

all the stuff to the side is just canon targ bullshit i added

House Tully

these crop weird on tumblr oops. click on em to see it better. i made alys larys's sister bc i just thought being tortured by ur sister in law is funnier than aunt etc. i considered naming zoe and elmo's dad ernie

House Martell

alia and aelyx are twins <3 i did not add all of daeron's various descendants or ancestors because frankly theres kind of a lot of them and again this site hates incest and it starts looking funny real quick. given more time i mightve added them and the great bastards and all but this is what you get for now

maron said their first kid could have a targy name since they'd be a martell either way so daenerys insisted he give the second one a dornish name and then with the twins they just followed their previous pattern of girl gets dornish boy gets targy. these guys are arguably the happiest family of ocs i got

maron had a paramour before wedding daenerys and he sent her away before the marriage because he knew daenerys would take offense to it, and he didn't want to risk the still fairly new targ-martell alliance, or risk angering daeron, which could theoretically pose a risk to maron's own sister. the family's one real conflict is that the paramour has a son who later shows up claiming he's maron's REAL oldest child and that aeron is actually a blackfyre. thankfully the dornish are not stupid and basically just go ????? before kicking the kid out. well actually a lot more happens than just that but yk how it is. that plotline is also only barely existant. i havent even read a knight of the seven kingdoms yet

if you actually read all this then YAYYYYY come be my friend pls. or just send me more asks about my ocs. i love answering questions and talking for way too long i NEED more asks

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Tydii smut please

hashtag back on my bullshit sitting in the back row and writing during my uni lecture

also, as the asks indicates, this is NSFW

~~

Saedii watches from their kitchen as Tyler tiredly trudges from the docking bay into their living room and slumps onto the couch, resting his head back on the couch and letting out a big sigh. She tilts her head to watch him, tracking the rise of his chest, the shift of the muscles of his arm as he runs a hand over his face, the sprawl of his legs on the couch. There's so much of him in their space and she likes taking it all in.

"Rough day?" Saedii asks and he nods, tilting his head down to cast his eyes appreciatively over her loose hair and exposed shoulders.

"Rough day," he confirms, before closing his eyes and resting his head back again. Saedii grins and places her now dry plate in the drawer near her hip, her eyes never leaving the way the light hits his face, the scar over his eye sharpening. Saedii has a thing for that scar.

She rounds the kitchen island on silent feet, approaching her boyfriend.

His eyes barely flick open as she straddles him on the couch. Up close, she runs her hands through his hair and appreciates the soft groan he releases when she scratches his scalp a little.

She leans in and starts to press soft kisses to his exposed throat, grinning against his skin as the rumble of his next groan vibrates through her.

Her hands trail down out of his hair and down to the buttons of his shirt, pressing the top button open to expose more of his throat.

"Is this okay?"

"This is definitely okay. It's making my day much less rough," Tyler whispers and Saedii shifts in his lap and snorts.

"But not less hard," she lifts her head long enough to say it, before latching back onto Tyler's neck without caring of the snort he lets out as a result of her dumb joke. She gently nibbles him, not hard enough to break skin but at least to bruise. He's so pretty, but Saedii thinks he's prettier with a mark of her on him.

Her hands do not rest, continuing to unbutton Tyler's shirt and push it off his shoulders.

Her hands traced the broad muscles of his shoulders, before moving to his pecs, her fingers running over his nipples and grinning when her ears catching the tiniest whimper.

She feels his hand on her shoulder, fiddling with the thin strap of her tank top as if to pull it down and she reaches to pull it away and place it back on the arm of the chair. Tyler frowns and Saedii kisses his cheek.

"This isn't about me, just let me make you feel good," she whispers and Tyler watches her with shining mismatched blue eyes. Saedii winks at him and interrupts the soft moment by one-handedly undoing his belt and slipping it from the loops, making sure that her hand brushes his erection through the unforgiving material of his uniform. Tyler groans and his head lays back again, breaking eye contact with her.

She undoes the fly of his pants and it is then that she gets off his lap.

"Saedii," Tyler says, somewhere between a growl and a whimper.

"Shh," she shoots back, her hand not leaving his lap as she lowers herself to her knees and begins to shimmy his pants and underwear down far enough to reveal his dick, hard and red. She leans her elbow on his knee and her head on her fist, her opposite hand rubbing up and down the inside of his thigh.

Tyler tilts his head to look down at her.

"Is this okay?" he asks this time. He knows she is not the type to get on her knees, to show that sort of weakness. She just grins and shrugs.

"Be'shmai, you would burn down the world for me to continue. I'm not the one in a position of submission," she doesn't wait for him to respond before leaning forward and wrapping her lips around his head, another grin stretching around it at the little whistle he releases in shocked pleasure.

"Saeds," Tyler's whispers desperately as she ducks her head deeper, lips spreading around his dick.

His fingers feed into the inky curtain of her hair, pushing it back to stop it getting in the way. He takes a spare hair tie from his wrists and pulls her hair through it. She hums gratefully and he almost falters at the muffled thanks, the way the vibrations felt. Once her hair was out of the way, she pushed his hand away and started to bob her head.

"Saedii, Saedii, Saedii," her name like a prayer on his lips, like she is the only altar he will worship at, his precious Maker be damned. She wouldn't deign to get on her knees for any man who would say her name with any less reverence.

She takes more of his erection into her, her nose resting in the warm skin between his hips and breathing the clean scent of him in, something primal in her Syldrathi DNA calming from it, the Pull a warm beat in her chest.

Her Be'shmai seemed to be closer and closer, his devout utterances of her name devolving into incoherent moans, his hips shaking from his efforts not to buck up into her face.

She knows she has Tyler when he goes still and a whisper quiet "shit" passes over his lips. That's her only warning before his hips stutter and he fills her mouth. She swallows his release down as quickly as he can give it to her and lets his hips guide her to how he was coming down.

Eventually, Tyler begins to soften in her mouth and she releases him, kissing the head before sitting back on her heels, looking up to meet his eyes.

"Come here," Tyler says quietly, pulling her up and sidewards into his lap, one of his arms holding her close and the opposite hand landing high on her thigh. He pulls her mouth to his and she happily obliges, slowly and surely kissing him. "I love you, you make eveyr day better by being in it," he says, lips pressed against her cheek.

She gently nuzzles their faces together, her nose brushing his. "I love you," she whispers back.

"Does that mean you're going to let me repay the favour?" Tyler asked, grinning. Saedii rolled her eyes and hoped he didn't notice the way she was pressing her thigh tight together.

"Maybe later, Be'shmai," she assures and he just nods and presses another kiss to her cheek.

"Deal."

~~

I'mma just... leave this here. Do what you want with it.

[wooyoungisbaby]

no one: me:

OH TO BE BESTIES WITH HONGJOONG i know in my heart that he’s such a good friend. so proud of this version of him for living his dream ; o;

‘coming out’ stays an ongoing experience.

you said it 👏

You’d think that “I’m not looking for something romantic” would have covered it with the other guy; but some people don’t take a hint even when it hits them over the head with a baguette.

This little snippet says so much in so little words pffff i love Reader’s sassy way of phrasing things, it’s so endearing.

We’re friends who fuck!” you go on, echoing Wooyoung’s description. “And you claim you’re not a romantic,” Hongjoong deadpans.

ahahahhaaaa xD king

And that? To know that the people most precious to you don’t prioritise you as highly as you do them? That part does hurt sometimes.

I’m still learning about aromanticism and this little bit seems very much like i’d imagine it can feel. it’s easy enough for me to agree with the statement that “friendship is as important as romantic relationships”, but i think for society as a whole, there’s a common understanding that romantic love comes first. it’s so… like, official? friendship is something you fall into casually, whereas romantic partners is something you both verbally agree to become, and then tell everyone about it. eh, talking to myself a little bit here, and i don’t really have a point i’m trying to get to xD thank you for your attention pfff <3

there is no force in the world that can withstand the strength of San’s pout

FOR REAL THOUGH

ok so the short flashback of Wooyoung’s “punishment” from the day before fuckin sent me. the mental image i have of him handcuffed to the bedframe, helpless to resist San’s touch, even if he had wanted to,,,,,,, aAaaaAAAA ; ; he’s so beautiful and i love them so much. love that he’s totally fine giving San complete control of his body and trusts him to take good care of him.

milking his prostate until Wooyoung was completely dry and trembling

fuuuuck me sideways the thought of him being so spent he’s trembling!!!! aaaa!

“Did I do well?” he’d asked eagerly

i am going to marry him and love him forever. thank you

Praising San is part of his aftercare, you know now.

This!!!! especially knowing the “reveal” that comes later that he’s had a kinda mid partner who didn’t make him feel secure in these things, it’s so nice to see this side of him :)) and of doms in general!

“Or?” San presses. “Or if I just want them off. If they don’t feel good anymore.”

do you ever just have a minor epiphany when you read fanfic? yeah.

hjdnfjsd the MOUTH on your Wooyoung<3 another thing i believe is absolutely hashtag real. in character. he comes off as someone who’s just 0% shy at any time, he’ll say whatever depraved shit pops into his brain and not be sorry about how filthy it is - because why would he be? :)

“Can I, Sannie? Can I get a turn?”

oughhhh he’s so eager, it’s adorable =u= <3

Your legs try to clamp shut but San blocks one with his body, the other with his hand still on your knee.

not to be a freak on main but i need him in between my legs Right Now

“Now, are you going to fuck her or not?” (Thank god, someone is asking the important questions around here.)

lol and furthermore lmfao. shoutout to wooyoung, sexy times MVP

uh. the entire part where San fucks Reader :)) im. im normal. i promise.

His previously deep and smooth rolls soon degrade to nothing but a frantic rut, focused on his own release.

once again i am completely normal. i don’t need to fuck him at all. why would you think that hahah :’)

Wooyoung chokes back a whimper, his hips stuttering; and for a moment you think he is going to cum without his cock ever touching your waiting cunt.

so fucking precious. god. i don’t mean to make demands, im JUST saying, i’d really love to see woo come without being touched at some point, just to see how San would (affectionately) bully him about it.

The little post-sex talk about safewords is so good :’)) i love these little insights into San and Wooyoung and how they work together, and about San’s past too, even if i’m just extrapolating.

“I swear, he almost nutted on the spot the first time I yellow-ed him.”

GOd i wish i were a fly on the wall in that situation.

The gesture is excessive and unnecessary to the point of being silly. You burst with friendly affection for them.

me tf too aaaa they’re so sweet and silly <3 they’re so lucky to have each other and Reader, and Reader is lucky to have them =u=

whichever way [woosan x reader] pt4

pairing: woosan x f reader

rating: 18+

genre: smut, fluff-ish, neighbours au, friends with benefits

ch. summary: Hongjoong checks up on how you're doing. San finally gets a proper feel of you without getting chomped by Wooyoung.

wc: 9.5k

ch. warnings: dom San, switch Wooyoung, sub reader, threesome, vaginal fingering / sex, light bondage, creampie, sloppy seconds, cumplay, copious amounts of drool, finger sucking, multiple orgasms, light overstimulation, dirty talk, light dumbification, praise kink (‘cumdump’ is used 1x as praise), condomless sex with IUD, mention of stomach bulge, pet names for reader (‘baby’ and ‘sweet/good girl’), use of ‘yellow’ safe word, aftercare

a/n: features a soft-bodied, aromantic reader who uses she/her pronouns.

additional warning: the opening scene touches on some of reader’s struggles with amatonormativity and (internalised) arophobia. i promise this is not a super angst-heavy story, but that part calls for a little head’s up, i think

masterlist. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13

“Are they nice?” a slightly distorted voice asks from the video call on your phone.

You snort at the screen, raising an eyebrow at Hongjoong’s critical face. His hair is a bright blue these days, but today he has hidden most of it underneath a fashionable white beret. “Joong, since when do you care if the people I fuck are nice?”

You’ve taken the day off to quietly lounge around the apartment, giving your body some time to rest. It’s nice and relaxing, and your memories of last night are a soothing balm for the soreness of your thighs — a soreness not only caused by Wooyoung’s bites; you have a damn muscle ache from riding his face.

(You have always felt strongly that sex should be exempt from such nonsense but alas, it is a cruel world.)

San will probably be over later; he offered to check in after work, to see if you need anything. You suspect it’s also for his own peace of mind, so you did not try too hard to dissuade him.

But that won’t be for another few hours, so for now it’s just you and Hongjoong; your long-time friend who, ever since he moved away for his dream job at a fashion house, is also your long-distance friend.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “I don’t care about ‘nice’ with your onetime hookups, no,” he says, “but it’s been a while since you had something more involved going on.”

“It’s been two times; I’d hardly call that ‘involved’,” you point out, but you know you’re just being contrary for the sake of being contrary. It is getting a bit involved.

Hongjoong knows it too. “Right…” he drawls lazily, resting his chin on his hand, “so you don’t already have a date set for the third round?”

“…”

“That’s what I thought. So. Are they nice, or did you end up with more assholes?”

“I resent the implication that I have bad taste.”

“Not bad taste, just bad judgement. The other asshole was pretty hot.”

“Wow,” you say flatly. “That makes me feel much better, thank you, Joong. Also no, they’re not assholes.”

Last night gave you enough proof of that, if you needed any more. San and Wooyoung had patiently heard out your awkward little ramble. You don’t exactly consider yourself closeted, yet the simple truth is that ‘coming out’ stays an ongoing experience.

But San and Wooyoung took it without fuss; thankfully ‘aromanticism’ was not a new term to them, and they accepted your need for boundaries. If the guys were disappointed by the lack of a romantic prospect, or put off by the suggestion they might want one, they hid it well.

San just listened with an intent expression, brow furrowed. He thanked you for telling them, but also confirmed that yes, they absolutely are open to this becoming a regular thing.

Wooyoung had just asked a straightforward question; “We can still be friends, right?”

And when you answered with an emphatic yes, his follow-up was equally straightforward.

“Alright, so we’ll be friends who fuck. Works for me.”

You had agreed on a few points right after that, and put a pin in a few others. No sleepovers, no kissing outside of sex — yes, yes cuddles afterwards are fine, yes, hugs are always good! — and when you hesitated at Wooyoung’s offer to make you and San dinner sometime, he just told you to think it over.

(In hindsight, you feel silly about that last one. You make plenty of food for your other friends; you like sharing a meal together! It’s not like Wooyoung suggested a romantic candlelight dinner. You’ll have to get back to him on that one.)

“Hey? You still there?” Hongjoong says, waving his hand. “Is the screen frozen or is that you?”

His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, and you blink to shake it off. “Sorry, yeah, that was me,” you say. “But seriously, you don’t have to worry about it. We talked the thing through, I don’t think I’ll be accused of keeping anyone on the hook this time around.”

(You’d think that “I’m not looking for something romantic” would have covered it with the other guy; but some people don’t take a hint even when it hits them over the head with a baguette.)

“So… you’ll be okay?” Hongjoong asks, the scepticism in his voice poorly hidden.

“God, what’s with all the fussing today! I’ve lived next to San for almost a year, I know he’s a nice guy. So is Wooyoung! And you know me; there’s no strings attached. No feelings to get hurt here.”

Hongjoong makes a face of distaste. “No, don’t pull that crap, alright? Don’t blow this shit off,” he says, shaking his head. “Yeah, I know you. So I know that ‘no feelings’ is bullshit. Just because you don’t do romance, doesn’t mean you don’t do any feelings at all. Your strings just happen to look a little different. Sure, you don’t want a lovey dovey boyfriend or two out of this; doesn’t mean you can’t get hurt by them.”

His annoyance lilts over into awkward self-consciousness at the end; Hongjoong knows damn well that you took it hard when he moved to the other side of the country.

(You didn’t resent him for it — how could you, when he was literally chasing his dream? — but it did leave a sting, and you do miss him. Videocalls are nice, but it’s just not the same.)

You wonder how much Hongjoong senses of the things that are hiding between the pieces of what you told him; he is right, you are already getting attached to San and Wooyoung, to their easy companionship and the growing friendship between you. It’d do you good to remember that you don’t know how long this arrangement will last.

Still, you are warmed by how Hongjoong is scolding you; a cornerstone in your friendship. It’s how he shows he cares.

“Okay, okay, you win. I won’t blow it off. But really, it will be fine, Joong,” you say, totally blowing it off. “They’re great, they’re fun, I’m having fun. We’re friends who fuck!” you go on, echoing Wooyoung’s description.

“And you claim you’re not a romantic,” Hongjoong deadpans, but he leaves it be for now. “So. The dick is good, then?”

You snort; now that’s more like the Hongjoong you know. “No idea actually,” you admit (but you’re pretty damn sure it will be.) “The tongue is incredible though.”

“What do you mean, ‘no idea’?!” he says, with a face of incredulous disbelief. “What the hell have you been doing? No, no actually don’t tell me. Keep the specifics to yourself.”

“You’re the one who asked!” you laugh, unsurprised at the way he’s backtracking. Hongjoong always bites off more than he can chew when it comes to the details of your sex life; nosy as fuck, but also appalled whenever you indulge his curiosity a little too much.

“It’s called being a supportive friend. You’re supposed to answer ‘yes, Joong, the dick is fantastic’ and move on,” Hongjoong says, pinching the bridge of his nose; like he is painstakingly explaining advanced mathematics to a toddler, already knowing the futility of his efforts. “Except you’re not getting any, I guess.”

You roll your eyes at him. “Alright, mister. ‘Yes, Joong, the dick will be fantastic’,” you parrot back. “Thank you for asking, my dear supportive friend.”

“See? That’s all you needed to do.”

Just like that, the conversation passes on to other things. Your call doesn’t end until much later, once you and Hongjoong are fully caught up with another’s lives. You’ve even started to plan a long-overdue visit in person; it’s been a while since you had the opportunity to menace Hongjoong with hugs.

You mosey around your apartment, starting up a chore or two and giving up immediately when your body complains too loudly. So you lounge on the couch for the day, and try not to think too much about how Hongjoong had scolded you about disregarding your feelings.

You’re moderately successful at this.

In general, you are perfectly satisfied with the relationships in your life. There is no feeling of ‘missing out’, no hole in your heart that you can’t fill with platonic or familial affection. No craving for ‘more’ than friendship and sex — but you are painfully aware that without a romantic commitment, you usually fall to the wayside in your friends’ list of priorities.

No matter how much you invest on your end, it’s never a given that their long-term plans will include you.

And that? To know that the people most precious to you don’t prioritise you as highly as you do them?

That part does hurt sometimes.

But all these thoughts are completely irrelevant to the situation at hand, or so you firmly remind yourself. It’s like you told Hongjoong, right? This thing with San and Wooyoung is just about having fun together. As long as you keep your expectations in check, you won’t have lied to Hongjoong about whether he needs to worry about you.

Thankfully, your concerns are a fading memory by the time San comes over to check up on you. You really don’t need help with anything, but he stays over to chat anyway.

At the start of everything, you did have some worries about disrupting your neighbourly bond with San — but if anything, you have grown more comfortable with each other. You’ve always been friendly enough, but you never crossed the threshold into actual ‘friends’. A polite, shy distance always held you back.

But now? The shyness has been thoroughly scrubbed off of you both.

So you enthusiastically tell him about your plans to meet up with Hongjoong, and he proudly tells you about his students’ progress. There is always a glow about San when he talks about ‘his’ kids, and you listen and watch fondly as he gives an energetic demonstration of the new kicking drills he’s been teaching them.

(He is adamant to teach you too; which you try to refuse at first, considering the state of your muscles. But there is no force in the world that can withstand the strength of San’s pout — so you make a brave effort. It’s absolutely worth the spike in soreness when San laughs with crescent eyes at your disastrous attempt.)

“Hey, about next weekend,” San starts, just when he is about to leave. His hand rests on the doorframe, and his cheery demeanour fades. He raises his eyebrow just slightly — a quiet intensity taking over. “You said you’ve dabbled with bondage before, right? Just curious, how do you feel about getting tied up this time around, instead of Wooyoung?”

Your chest jolts at the mention of Wooyoung tied up, plunging you back into memories of last night.

The leather handcuffs made a return for his punishment, looped around the slats of the headboard. It exposed Wooyoung’s chest for San to give him a taste of his own toothy medicine. Wooyoung had shuddered and gasped at every hard bite, whimpering while San used his skin as a canvas to paint with red marks and bruises. Tears and sweat had streamed down Wooyoung’s face as San stretched him with deft, practised fingers, milking his prostate until Wooyoung was completely dry and trembling, his torso covered with his own cum.

You also remember the dopey smile on Wooyoung’s face after he came down from the onslaught of his ‘punishment’, grinning tiredly when San undid his cuffs.

(Because no matter how San punishes him, you doubt any lessons are ever learned. Taming Wooyoung seems to be a hopeless endeavour.)

“Did I do well?” he’d asked eagerly, still a little drunk on pain and overstimulation.

“You did so good,” San had assured him, wiping his forehead to press a kiss there.

“Hm. You too,” Wooyoung had mumbled, not letting his exhaustion stop him from lavishing San with praise.

Praising San is part of his aftercare, you know now. Like a soft cushion for San to land on after a rough session. Confirmation that every degrading word spoken, every flash of pain inflicted, had been for the pleasure of his partner.

The trust between them is truly something special — and by asking you about bondage, San has indirectly asked you a second question, hidden deeper underneath; do you trust him as well? Enough to leave yourself completely in his and Wooyoung’s hands?

You know that San would back down and drop the subject without another word if you said no, and that seals the deal for you.

“Yes. Good. I feel good about that,” you say, with warm confidence.

He grins, his lips carrying that dangerous cocky edge that you’re getting real familiar with. “Great. We’ll properly talk it through later, alright? Then maybe we can have some fun with that.”

Of that, you have no doubt.

San’s lips are pursed in concentration, drawing them into an adorable little pout. He is clearly practised with the linen rope in his hands, but still takes the utmost care as he ties your wrists together. He makes a point of checking your comfort, and tests whether the knots slip and if the doubled ropes are tensioned evenly. There is a pair of safety shears on the nightstand.

You are gathered in Wooyoung’s arms, who sits against the headboard of the bed. While you watch San intently, Wooyoung is more interested in plying your neck with impatient kisses, his hands running restlessly across your bare body.

Wooyoung is dressed casual in a simple dark grey shirt, the material soft against your skin, while his trousers do nothing to hide the first hints of a growing bulge. San also opted for the casual look, wearing a tight black t-shirt and fitted jeans. The contrast with your own nakedness makes you fidgety, itching to pull at their clothes; but your incapacitated hands leave you with no choice but to wait.

“There,” San says, finally satisfied with his knots. “Now, what did I tell you?”

“Any tingling, pain, numbness; anything feels wrong, and I say the word. ‘Red’,” you obediently repeat back to him, trying not to get distracted by Wooyoung’s hands squeezing at your thighs.

“Or?” San presses.

“Or if I just want them off. If they don’t feel good anymore.”

You find that hard to imagine; the linen rope is softer than you expected, and already a fuzzy smile plays on your lips. It’s not your first time getting tied up, but the fact that you’re with San and Wooyoung breathes fresh excitement into the situation.

“Exactly. Good girl,” San praises, cupping your chin with a soft brush of his fingers. You melt into his gentle touch with a content moan, nuzzling into his palm.

The ropework is not excessively restrictive; your hands are tied in front of you, giving you some freedom of movement and putting minimal pressure on your joints — but San wanted to ‘start off easy’.

You whine a little when San pulls away, but he raises an eyebrow at you.

Just a small, simple gesture, barely a warning; yet you instinctively quiet down at the sight, already sinking into hazy surrender. Satisfied, San takes your bound arms and hooks them behind Wooyoung’s head.

“Wooyoung?” San says, who glances up from kissing your neck. “Have fun.”

Wooyoung’s grin spreads against your skin. “Oh, we will, won’t we?” he coos at you, his voice alive with anticipation. His hand trails further inward. “I’ll be so good to you, don’t you worry.”

You shudder when his fingers delve between your folds, and Wooyoung’s breath picks up as he slowly spreads the growing arousal around your clit. His teeth graze against your shoulder, red hair tickling your cheek, and you try to angle your hands to grasp at the strands. He moans eagerly when you find a grip, and his fingers pick up speed as they get soaked with your juices.

San has his hands on your knees to keep them apart, watching you with dark eyes. You burn under his gaze, your breath hitching when his eyes keep wandering from your face down to your cunt, his jaw clenching at the sight of Wooyoung toying with your clit.

“Gonna be so nice to you today,” Wooyoung groans against your neck. “Promised San that I’d behave with you tied up for us; get you all ready to take his cock. You’ll need it, Sannie is being sweet to you now but once he sinks into that tight pussy? Fuck, he’ll want to ruin you so bad, I just know it.”

He giggles when you whimper in response, dipping a finger inside your already slick entrance. San’s hold on your knees tightens.

“Yeah, you want San to ruin you, don’t you?” Wooyoung rasps, and laps up a bead of sweat on your neck with a thick swipe of his tongue. He is getting antsy, his voice tight with barely held back excitement.

“Then I’ll get you ready for him, baby. Stretch you out nice and proper so he can bury that thick cock inside you as hard and deep as he wants. Ahh, he will fuck you so well, you’ll be good to him too, won’t you? Gush all over him when you cum, just like you did on my face. I can still taste you when I close my eyes, fuck, aren’t I taking good care of you? Listen to that sound. Getting so wet…”

Wooyoung groans at the squelch of you, sliding in a second finger alongside the first. You pant at the intrusion, thighs flexing against San’s grip, your head spinning from the endless stream of filth spilling from Wooyoung’s lips.

“Don’t even need to put my mouth on you, just my fingers is enough to turn you into a mess,” Wooyoung babbles, leaving sharp nips on the places where your skin glistens with his saliva. “But you’d be dripping right now even without my fingers, wouldn’t you? Can’t wait to have this leaking pussy stuffed with cock, greedy thing that you are. So wound up at the thought of San fucking you dumb.”

“S-shit,” you stutter, clenching around Wooyoung’s fingers. San bites back a quiet groan and his eyes catch yours, full of sharp intent.

Wooyoung grins, his free hand squeezing at your breast. “Maybe I could take a turn after, hm? Fuck his cum deeper into your hole after he fills you up. Make sure you carry it around for days. You’d like that?”

A moan breaks on your tongue, your back arching into his touch. Wooyoung sighs happily, nibbling at your earlobe.

“Fuck, yeah I knew you’d like that,” he mumbles eagerly, curving his fingers inside you. You jolt when Wooyoung finds what he’s looking for; and he hones in immediately, massaging electricity into the spongy bundle of nerves. He groans as your hips cant into his touch, sparks flashing with every press of his fingertips.

“Can I, Sannie? Can I get a turn?” He almost stumbles over the words in his enthusiasm. “I’m being good, aren’t I?”

You whimper at how hungrily Wooyoung chases after praise rather than degradation, now that you are bound and left to his whims. So eager to know that he is taking proper care of you — and he is. Skilled fingers draw gaspy moans from you as he drives up the tight pressure in your abdomen, coiling rapidly.

(You had okay-ed it beforehand for Wooyoung to fuck you, of course, but your permission is not the only one he needs.)

San’s eyebrows quirk at Wooyoung’s question, teeth flashing as his lips pull into a crooked smile. He does not answer; instead he leans in closer. His presence is solid and imposing, and you bite down a swear when his hand joins Wooyoung’s between your thighs.

“In a sharing mood today, Woo?” San asks, grabbing Wooyoung’s chin in a firm hold. Down against your cunt, his index finger rubs slow circles around your swollen clit. “Let me have a feel this time?”

Wooyoung just whines, nodding his head. He is so pliant today — perhaps San’s punishment has done more to (temporarily) mellow Wooyoung out than you had given him credit for.

“Good boy,” San purrs, and pulls him into a kiss. His finger experimentally presses against Wooyoung’s two buried in your twitching hole, then slides in to find a home alongside them.

You let out a throttled moan as you clench around the added stretch, arms pulling against the rope. San makes a point of taking it slow, giving you time to adjust while Wooyoung continues to curl his fingers inside you, but he quickly picks up his pace as the slide gets easier. Your thighs are slick with arousal, their fingers drawing obscene noises from your cunt and your lips as they work in tandem to scissor you open. Your head falls against Wooyoung’s shoulder, gasping for breath and eyes starting to roll back.

Meanwhile San licks messily into Wooyoung’s mouth, jaws shifting as their tongues entangle. Wooyoung whimpers against San, rocking his hips into you; pushing his hard cock into your lower back. You try to match his rut, but Wooyoung and San’s finger-fucking makes any controlled movement on your part a near-impossibility. They never let up during all this; if anything, their fingers pick up speed, like the desperate urgency of their sloppy kiss floods over into you.

San detaches his lips from Wooyoung when he realises how close you are. He presses his free hand against your shaking knee to hold you open, his thumb drawing soothing circles into the skin as your vision starts to blur. Wooyoung nuzzles into the crook of your shoulder with a groan, his breath scorching. His free hand finds your clit, and the circles he draws are anything but soothing.

“Ahh, Woo is being good to you, isn’t he?” San murmurs, his lips ghosting across your jawline. You can only whine your agreement, trembling as you inch closer and closer to the brink. “Maybe he does deserve a turn,” San contemplates with a quiet moan, his mouth finding yours in a faded shadow of a kiss. “If you can still handle it, after I am done with you.”

San’s words spur Wooyoung on, his thumb pressing down harder.

“F-fuck,” you moan, toes curling as the world starts to tilt. “There, right there, W-Woo���”

His name ends in a strangled sob, your hips bucking into their hands as pleasure crashes down on you. Your legs try to clamp shut but San blocks one with his body, the other with his hand still on your knee. He slides his finger out of your twitching cunt while Wooyoung’s slow to a lazy crawl, easing you through your high.

San lifts his glistening finger up to get a taste, and groans lowly as he sucks indulgently at the slick. He releases it with a wet smack, licking his lips. “Hm, no wonder Wooyoung got so worked up over this pussy.”

“Told you,” Wooyoung mumbles between open-mouthed kisses on your shoulder, the pads of his fingers still slowly rubbing into that sensitive patch of nerves. He giggles when you start to squirm against him, and playfully bites at your incapacitated arm. His fingers pull out, leaving you unsatisfyingly empty.

“I think you’re ready, don’t you?” he grins, and reaches to carefully manoeuvre your hands back in front of you. His fingers leave a sticky patch of your own juices smeared on your forearm. “All stretched and sopping wet for Sannie’s cock. I’ll watch this time, let you have an audience for a change.”

You moan at the excited buzz in Wooyoung’s voice, but San gives him an unimpressed look.

“You’re not an audience, you’re a heckler,” he says, a pout on his lips that he seems unaware of. He pulls off his shirt in one smooth motion and throws it aside, muscles rippling.

Wooyoung laughs in surprise, his good mood inextinguishable. “Hey, don’t be like that!” he says, waving a hand at San. “It’s a special occasion today, I’m on my best behaviour!”

San just ignores him, continuing to take off his clothes. He shifts to sit back on his knees, legs spread — but instead of making quick work of his pants, San takes his time. Your breath hitches when he runs a slow hand up his inner thigh, the thick muscle wrapped snugly in his fitted jeans.

He oozes confidence, his face filled with complete focus. San bites his lip when he cups his bulge, squeezing it before moving on to undo the button and zipper. His hips tilt forward as he hooks his thumb under the waistband of his jeans and boxers, pulling them both down until he can wrap a hand around his leaking cock, giving it a few strokes just for good measure.

Entranced, you watch how San’s eyes flutter shut as he rocks into his palm. Your hips move on their own accord, pushing back into Wooyoung’s clothed cock.

He groans right beside your ear, gripping your waist tightly. “Careful there, baby,” Wooyoung says, breathy. “Or my best behaviour won’t last.”

San’s eyes flash open, and he grins at the needy look on your face, how you squirm in Wooyoung’s arms at the sight of him.

“You know, I was gonna take it easy on you tonight,” he says, releasing his cock to shuck off his pants and underwear. “Spoil you, take it nice and sweet…”

Your breath hitches as he grabs onto your hips, pulling you out of Wooyoung’s arms. San pushes down on your shoulder, guiding you to lay flat on your back. Heat envelops you as his body presses against yours, immediately giving a smooth roll of his hips, cock sliding through your wet folds. Your bound hands are trapped between your chest and his, and you can feel his heartbeat, pounding harder than his self-control would lead you to believe.

“But… Wooyoungie is right, isn’t he?” San takes your hands and raises them above your head. He leans in to brush his nose against yours, his breath falling hot on your lips. “You don’t want me to take it easy.”

You shake your head with a whine, trying to arch up into a kiss. Your arms strain against San’s iron hold on your wrist; there is no give at all.

San chuckles at your hungered response. “Yeah, I should have known better,” he says, his hips grinding a little firmer against yours. “That first night, I saw the way you watched me fuck Wooyoung. Three fingers inside you and it still wasn’t enough was it? Still needed more. Even then, you couldn’t wait for that greedy cunt to get split open on my cock.”

And yet he won’t push inside you, taunting with his slow thrusts. The underside of his cock drags against your clit in delicious friction, but you need more. “S-San, please—”

“See?” he says with a grin, and sucks a rough kiss into your neck. “So fucking hungry for it. Want me to fuck you just as hard as I fucked him, hm? Until you can’t do anything but lie there and take it. Stuffed so full with my cum there’s no room for even a single thought inside that pretty head of yours. Was Wooyoung right about that, too? Want to get fucked dumb?”

There is a teasing lilt to San’s voice; he asks it like you’re a little slow already — which you are. You moan shamelessly, wrapping a leg around his waist in an attempt to guide him inside. The effort is completely in vain.

“Gonna need you to tell me, baby,” San insists, nipping at your earlobe. “Do you want me to fuck you until you’re dumb on my cock?”

(You can’t tell whether he is taunting you again, or confirming that you are still on board with rougher treatment. Either way, his question drives a spike of heat in your already throbbing cunt.)

“Hngh, yes, yes—! P-please,” you hiccup, “please, San. F-fuck me dumb. Stuff me until I can’t think, can’t think of anything but your cock filling me up, f-fuck—”

San grunts a strained curse, unable to hide how much your begging riles him up. Finally, finally, he grabs his cock, flushed dark and leaking, and guides it inside you. The stretch is manageable after his and Wooyoung’s extensive prep, but your jaw still falls slack at how he opens you up, tortuously slow.

“S-San, mmmh, n-need more, please—”

He hushes you with a soft, shallow kiss, though a tense vein bulges in his neck. “Shh, be our good girl a little longer, okay? We’ll get there, I promise. Wanna make this good for you.”

“It-it’s good, feels so good,” you whimper, uselessly straining your hands against the rope and San’s hold. “I just—”

His dick twitches inside you, and San presses his mouth against yours more solidly, teasing your lips apart to soak up every shaky moan as he bottoms out. “I got you, baby,” he pants. “Gonna give it all to you. Wooyoung?”

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says, his voice strained. You glance up, and realise that somehow he has taken off his shirt without you noticing. His trousers are undone just enough to stroke himself through his underwear; there is a damp spot in the crotch.

Wooyoung shifts closer at San’s call. He half sits, half lays down with his legs folded up beside him, and leans over you to plant one hand firmly into the mattress; right underneath your bound wrists, blocking your movement. Wooyoung’s dick strains against his underwear right at your eye-level, and his grin widens when that is exactly where your eyes go.

“One at the time, baby,” he teases, giving himself a firm squeeze. “At least for today.”

You suck in a breath at the suggestion, sparks ricocheting in your stomach. Fuck. You’re not even sure yet how you’ll handle San’s rather substantial girth, once he starts fucking you in earnest, yet the idea of taking them both at once has you clamping around him. San groans lowly, the sound ending in a hoarse chuckle. “Ohh, she likes that, Woo.”

Wooyoung rolls his eyes. “Of course she does. Now, are you going to fuck her or not?”

(Thank god, someone is asking the important questions around here.)

“San…” you moan weakly. You are primed for him to use every ounce of his strength and fuck you until you see stars; the snug fit of his cock buried in your core is intoxicating, yet maddeningly frustrating without any friction. “Please, need you…”

His endless teasing and refusal to move is driving you up the wall; you’re aching to grab onto him, to claw at his back and twist your fingers in his hair to yank him into a kiss — but Wooyoung’s arm blocks your hands from touching San, and San has your hips pinned onto the bed. There is nothing you can do but surrender to his inclinations. He’ll fuck you when he decides to fuck you.

But Wooyoung’s lips curl up with mischief, a sharp glint in his eyes.

“Ah…” he says, like some deep, secret revelation has come to him. He looks down at you, using his free hand to brush along your jawline. “Unless maybe our Sannie is worried that his cock alone won’t be enough for you anymore, now you’ve gotten a scent of more. Nothing but a double stuffing will do for our sweet, greedy girl.”

You sob in desperation, squirming against San’s hold. Already your thoughts are getting lost in a hazy fog, too addled and tongue-tied to object to Wooyoung’s taunt; so you completely miss how San’s jaw ticks at his boyfriend’s mocking jab. You only whine when San pulls out until just the tip teases at your entrance, and are entirely unprepared when he slams back in — then immediately thrusts again, hitting deep inside your gut.

The force rips a loud cry from your throat, your fingers clawing at Wooyoung’s arm as sudden pleasure floods your system. Your eyes roll back at the drag of San’s cock against your pulsing walls, a thin trail of saliva escaping the corner of your parted lips.

San grins smugly at your response, bucking into you like it costs no effort at all to fuck you to pieces. He raises an eyebrow at Wooyoung. “Worried?” he scorns, his hands digging into the soft meat of your sides to yank you up to meet his pelvis. “No, Wooyoung, not worried at all. Maybe you should be, having to follow up on me wrecking this sweet pussy.”

But Wooyoung barely seems to hear him, entranced by the sight of your sopping cunt stretching around San’s cock, squelching obscenely every time you suck in his thick length.

San quickly proves his confidence earned. You gasp for pitched breaths, moaning helplessly as the bed rattles with every sharp snap of his hips.

Because that, you soon realise, is the thing about getting fucked by Choi San; you can happily report to Hongjoong that the dick is fantastic — but it’s the hips that are life-ruining.

And San is unrelenting as he drives into you over and over again; balls slapping against your ass, his own breath becoming ragged. You try to move with him, but the attempt is futile as San jostles you around, his grip on your sides like iron. He is in complete control. Sweat drips down his temple, across his jaw to his chin, until it falls into the valley between your breasts to blend with the beads of your own sweat gathered there.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, almost condescending in the certainty of his answer.

But you can only answer in a pathetic mewl, writhing underneath him as he fucks a white heat of pleasure into your core.

San chuckles darkly. “What’s this? I barely got started and you’re already dumb on my cock? Fuck, but you are taking me so well. So fucking wet for me… You wanted my cock so bad? Now take it.”

His thumb slides inward, pressing against the weeping mess that is your pussy. Sweat and slick soaks into the sheets but San pays it no mind, only caring about drawing more depraved sounds from your slack mouth. He does it so easily, the combination of his thumb on your clit and those brutal slams of his hips overwhelming your inhibitions. The building pressure in your cunt sharpens, honing in on the apex of release.

Another especially hard thrust causes a fresh spill of drool past your lips, and Wooyoung catches it on his fingers. He grins as he examines the glistening shine, and for a moment you think Wooyoung is going to suck his fingers into his mouth — but instead he offers them to San, who hungrily accepts.

Without letting up on his fanatical pace, San’s eyes flutter shut as he moans around Wooyoung’s fingers. He bits his lip when Wooyoung slides out again, and then cups San’s cheek to spread saliva across his face. “Brat,” San pants with heavy-lidded eyes, though he does not look in the least upset.

“Yeah,” Wooyoung says with a grin, and leans in to peck San on his glossy cheek. “Now make her cum so I can watch, alright?”

“Woo…” San sighs an exasperated warning at Wooyoung’s brazen order, his rhythm slowing — and the loss of force threatens to take you away from the edge you were rushing towards, your orgasm receding out of reach.

“N-no, San—” you whimper desperately. “So close, s-so fucking close, please, wanna cum, let me cum, please—”

Wooyoung’s expression goes wicked at your pleading, delighted to have caught San between the choice of punishing him or pleasing you… or so he thinks.

Instead of showing any conflicted feelings, San just rolls his eyes and tsks, then leans down to smother your mouth in an aggressive kiss. This way, his hand is trapped between your stomach and his; but he can still press against your clit, the nub shifting underneath his thumb as he picks up his pace again, pistoning into you with reckless abandon.

And in this position? Wooyoung’s view of your face and cunt are almost completely blocked off.

“Sa-aan,” Wooyoung complaints, trying to pull San back up — but it’s like San doesn’t even notice Wooyoung, his tongue hungry as he sloppily kisses you. His spit freely spills into your mouth, dribbling past your lips when you gurgle out a wet moan.

Their petty behaviour over you just works you up further, and the orgasm that was almost denied you comes surging back all at once, violent and overwhelming as it rips through you.

San swallows up your loud cry like he does not want Wooyoung to even hear it, pressing a firm hand down on your hips to keep you in place when you convulse and clamp around him. He stops his brutal pounding, instead circling his pelvis as he stays deep inside you through your release. Wooyoung is still blocking your arms from moving, but your legs lock around San’s waist and he groans as you clench with every ripple of electricity.

His breath comes in harsh inhales, and San releases your mouth with a whine to bite at your shoulder, all his muscles tensing to gather every ounce of willpower not to cum right with you.

Your moans grow weaker as the strength slips away from your body, the aftermath of your intense orgasm leaving you boneless and exhausted. Wooyoung stares down at you, and an agitated excitement burns behind his blown eyes.

San relaxes when your body sags underneath him, sweetly lapping at the bite he left on your shoulder. “Such a good girl,” he purrs, dragging his nose up your neck to press a kiss on your jaw. “Doing so well for me. Are you alright to keep going, hm? Want to make Wooyoung wait a little longer with me? Give me a colour.” San’s voice changes a little at those last words; not lavishing you with praise or teasing Wooyoung anymore, but giving you an honest command.

(You hear Wooyoung make a noise at San’s comment, but he quiets at the call for colour.)

You take a deep, shaky breath to steady yourself. “Green,” you answer, meeting San’s intense gaze. “W-want you to cum inside me. I’m okay, j-just… let me hold you?”

San’s eyes go soft, and he motions for Wooyoung to let you move your arms.

Despite his earlier mood, Wooyoung obediently pulls his hand away. (Because you asked for it, not San, or so you suspect. He does give your wrist a light squeeze first, like he is loath to let go.)

San takes a moment to check the ropes, and helps you sling your bound arms around his neck when he’s satisfied with what he sees. Your fingers grasp at the sweaty dark hair at the nape, and immediately you feel more secure, more anchored, sighing when San leans in for a light kiss.

“There you go,” San murmurs against your lips, giving an experimental slow roll of his hips. “Is that better?”

You whimper at the slide of his cock against your fluttering walls — but frantically nod your head, worried San might take your noise as a negative. “Y-yes, so good. Feels so good.”

He lets out a strained chuckle at your enthusiasm, biting his lip as the speed of his thrusts pick up again. His previously deep and smooth rolls soon degrade to nothing but a frantic rut, focused on his own release. To fill you up exactly like you’d asked.

And although you are too wired to get yourself back to that edge this time around, San’s increasingly desperate and pitchy moans get you high nonetheless. His rhythm crumbles down further every time he buries himself in your cunt, his head dropping down against your shoulder, rough grunts falling on your heated skin.

“Got one more for me?” he asks, whines, and reaches for your clit again.

It is tempting, so fucking tempting to let San push you in and through the needling high of overstimulation, but you hiss as he makes contact and shake your head. “No, n-no. Yellow, yellow,” you slur out, the colour system still fresh in your mind from San’s earlier check. “C-can’t, hmnh—”

As much as you usually revel in the thrill of seeking out the furthest edges of your limits; there is no way in hell that you’ll have the stamina to keep going with Wooyoung if San makes you cum again right now.

San immediately pulls his hand back, switching gears as he simply grabs onto your waist again. “Happy just to be used by me, hm?” San hums against your ear, nipping at your lobe. “Asking for nothing except to get stuffed full. How lucky am I to have such a sweet, pretty cumdump.”

(Your stomach jolts with surprised pleasure; San has been encouraging you to share whatever preferences and fantasies you feel comfortable sharing, but you did not expect him to dip into this side of your praise kink tonight, with all his initial talk of slow and sweet. But obviously he is becoming more comfortable to improvise with you, and pull from his growing knowledge of your pleasure points.

Already you’ve come a long way from the San who refused to let Wooyoung eat you out — and you are still getting to know one another. That in itself is a feverishly exciting thought.)

“Yes, yes Sannie, please,” you babble, his affectionate degradation flaring hotly inside you. “Give it to me, please, fill me up— I want it, want it, want it—”

“Fuck, fuck, hang on, baby, fuck,” San says, cracks fracturing his voice and composure when you squeeze encouragingly around him. It only takes a few more rough, frantic bucks of his hips before he cums with a broken moan, painting your fluttering walls with ropes of hot, sticky seed.

You groan in satisfaction as San stills inside you, your bound fingers running through his hair best you can. He rocks into you a little longer with small, whiny noises, milking himself with your plush cunt until his arms tremble and his breath comes in tight moans.

“That’s it,” you murmur to him, “being so good to me, giving me everything.” You play with the sweaty strands of hair as he slowly recovers; which gives you a moment to recover as well. Your walls still twitch around San, overly sensitive, but the sharpest edge is wearing down.

Wooyoung’s hand joins yours in San’s hair, but there is a quiver to his fingers as he gently strokes his boyfriend’s head.

You glance up to Wooyoung, and see he has pushed down his trousers and underwear enough to expose his veiny, rock-hard dick. There is an angry flush to the leaking tip, and Wooyoung’s entire body looks like it’s pulled taut, ready to snap.

“Wooyoung…”

He swallows thickly at the call of his name, teeth digging into his bottom lip. He squeezes your hand, sensing the concern in your voice.

“I’m good,” Wooyoung strains. “H-hurts, but it’s good. I’m fucking good, baby. I-is it my turn now?” he ends on a whine.

San pulls out with a grunt, and you moan at the sudden emptiness as he slides off of you, onto the bed on the opposite side of Wooyoung. He is still catching his breath, sweat beading in his hairline. You give San a questioning look, but he just grins back. “Your call,” he says. “Is it his turn?”

Wooyoung restlessly pats at your hair, desperation shining in his eyes from unshed tears. But his expression is feverish, borderline feral; all that holds him back from pouncing you is a razor-thin wire of restraint tied to your consent.

You give it to him.

“Yeah, your turn,” you say, breathy, and bring your bound hands down to your cunt, smearing your fingers through the mixture of arousal and the slow dribble of San’s leaking seed. “You promised me, right? Was gonna make me feel San’s cum for days. Wanna feel you too…”

Wooyoung chokes back a whimper, his hips stuttering; and for a moment you think he is going to cum without his cock ever touching your waiting cunt.

But he manages to regain himself and, with ragged breaths, he kicks off his pants and underwear. Once his clothes are discarded, Wooyoung scrambles to lay down next to you. His touch is roughened by impatience, and you squeak in surprise when Wooyoung turns you onto your side, facing San, and hooks your leg back around him.

Before you get a chance to worry about more of San’s cum spilling out, Wooyoung’s cock pushes into your wet hole. He whines as he plugs you up, holding you close against him and teething at your neck. “Fuck, but this pussy is so fucking sweet,” he groans, shaky as he grinds against your ass. “Feels just as good as it tastes. Wanna make such a mess of you.”

“D-do it,” you challenge him, turning your head in an attempt to find his lips. “Mess me up, fuck, Wooyoungie…”

Wooyoung’s cock might not be as thick as San’s, but his length hits deliciously inside you, a toe-curling slide that is just what your raw and tender cunt needs right now. “Gonna fuck Sannie’s cum so deep you can taste him, promise,” Wooyoung babbles, sucking hungrily at your skin. “Aren’t I so much nicer than him? I am letting him watch.”

San scoffs. “Like that’s not for your own benefit,” he says, though his eyes are hard while he does watch how his own seed slowly leaks from your pussy between thrusts, dislodged by Wooyoung’s sloppy thrusts. “We all know how much putting on a show gets you off.”

Wooyoung ignores him, too caught up in the thrill of finally having some relief for his painfully neglected cock.

“Look at San,” he tells you, his mouth wet against your ear. “Look how fucked out he is from pumping your cunt full. Wanted to stay buried in this warm pussy for as long as he could, didn’t he?”

You moan when San’s gaze snaps up to meet your eyes; ‘fucked out’ barely covers it. He looks as ruined as you feel, lips plump from the force of his kisses and every inch of skin glistening with sweat, his broad chest rising with every breathless pull for air, punctuated by soft moans. His eyes are slightly unfocused but still he watches with quiet intensity, like he already can’t wait to bury himself into you all over again.

San takes your bound hands and lifts them up to his puffy lips. You expect a kiss — but teeth nip your skin instead, San’s hazy eyes dangerous as he bites at your knuckles, one by one.

You squirm at the gentle stings of pain, and Wooyoung lets out another drawn-out whine as you clench tighter around him. His hand shakily inches downward, but he grunts and yanks it back when he remembers your earlier limit. Desperately, you shake your head, arching into his touch.

“No, n-no, I—” you moan, wiggling your ass into him. Heat is coiling in your abdomen again, dizzying your tongue into slurred speech. “I, hngh, I can go again, please, please, mmmhh fuck, want you to touch me, Wooyoung, ahh—”

And Wooyoung — fucking menace that he is — even when balancing on the very brink himself; Wooyoung can’t resist being a little shit about it. “Touch you where, baby?” he pants, like he isn’t about to bust his load in your aching cunt. “Tell me where you need my fingers, then I’ll give it to you. Tell me exactly.”

With San holding onto your wrists, you can hardly force Wooyoung’s hands where you want them, so you have no choice but to give voice to your feverish desperation aloud. “P-pussy. Need you to touch my pussy.”

“That it? Nothing more… specific?” he asks with a salacious grin, running a single finger through your messy folds, cruelly bypassing the swollen nub that is begging for attention.

“Clit,” you sob, twisting against him. “Put your fingers on my clit and make me cu-uuhmm—!”

Wooyoung sighs in bliss, obediently rolling your clit between thumb and forefinger. They’re soon coated in an obscene slick, a mixture of San’s seed and your own smeared arousal. Your choked up whimpers can’t quite cover the wet noises of Wooyoung’s efforts, his fingers and cock making an even bigger mess of you. San watches silently how fluids drip from your thighs onto his already soaked sheets, something primal cutting through the exhaustion in his eyes.

Predictably, Wooyoung does not last long; especially now that you are clamping around his dick, your cunt instinctively trying to keep him embedded deep inside you. He burrows his face into your shoulder, biting down on the exact same spot that San had earlier.

You hiss at how it smarts, but the sound morphs into a pleased moan when Wooyoung cums hard. His hips jerk as he empties with generous spurts of hot whiteness, leaving you feeling so floaty and full, satisfied and swollen — you wonder if you’d feel the protrusion of Wooyoung’s cock and their combined seed, if your hands were free to press against your stomach.

But Wooyoung quickly pulls out with a pained whine, too sensitive to even simply stay inside you. Immediately his cum starts to drip out; except San is right there to gather his and Wooyoung’s seed on two fingers. He shoves them back inside you without delay, keeping you beautifully stuffed while Wooyoung frantically works your clit.

Wooyoung covers your cheek, jaw and ear with hard kisses, and whispers filthy encouragements as you begin to shake and tremble uncontrollably. San curls his fingers inside you, Wooyoung pinches sharply at your clit — and he grins against your cheek when you shatter apart with a wretched sob.

“That’s it,” he coos smugly as sparks sear through you like a shockwave. “Took it all so well, milking us for all we got. Been keeping San’s cum so nice and warm for us, making room for me too. Want a taste of what we stuffed you full with?”

You’re still trembling in Wooyoung’s hold, whimpering through the persistent spikes of pleasure while he continues to rub stubborn circles on your clit. The surges slowly grow weaker but they linger, and you are unable to do anything but make a sniffling noise that you hope gets your needs across.

San seems to pick up on it, sliding his fingers out your weeping hole. But before he lets you have that taste, his fingers smear across your lips, leaving a glossy stain. Wooyoung groans at the sight and can’t resist, sucking at your bottom lip to steal the mixture of fluids away from you. You whine in protest, though you do miss his mouth when he pulls away with a playful bite.

You can’t miss him for long; San nudges his fingers past your lips, presses them down on your tongue, and your eyes roll back as you finally taste Wooyoung, San and yourself. Hungrily you suckle at his fingers, letting out a small whimper when Wooyoung dips into your cunt and takes another swipe for himself.

San’s breath shallows as your tongue swirls around him, a light flush creeping up his cheeks. You wonder if he’s thinking about how your mouth would feel on his cock. You certainly are.

…That is for another time though, when you are not exhausted to the bone, fighting the urge to curl up and fall asleep on the spot. (Right now, it’s very hard to remember why you insisted on a ‘no sleepovers’ rule.)

San slips his fingers out when you and Wooyoung both quiet down, and turns his attention to your wrists. “Let’s get these off of you,” he says gently, tapping the rope.

San and Wooyoung help you to sit upright against the headboard, and this time Wooyoung is the one to get you some water while San begins to expertly loosen the knots.

“How are you feeling?” he asks, glancing up at you. His gaze is still intense, though now also soft.

“No numbness, tingling feeling or pain,” you say in a tired sigh, reciting back the points he told you to be aware of. “Well… no pain there,” you chuckle. “Think I’ll be sore in some places tomorrow. But I don’t mind that. Not at all.”

“Hm, good,” San hums, and directs his focus back to your restraints. Silence falls between you, not even broken when Wooyoung returns by your side and carefully raises the glass of water to your lips, assisting you with taking slow sips. The ropes come undone — but San does not let you go just yet, taking his time to gently massage your wrists for circulation.

You look down on San’s thumbs rubbing into your skin, your thoughts winding back over the course of the evening. Suddenly you feel oddly vulnerable; even with San’s careful touch, and Wooyoung sidling up next to you after he set the glass away, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

Wooyoung grins and pinches at San’s cheek, praising him for taking such good care of you. San’s lips spread into that sweet shy smile, his eyes shining warmly when he quickly glances to you and Wooyoung. It’s safe and comfortable around them, a happy fuzz coating your memories; yet you can’t help a pinch of self-consciousness as you think back on one particular moment of the evening.

“Did I do okay?” you ask, feeling silly even as the question slips past your lips.

San’s eyes widen slightly, his hands stilling, while Wooyoung’s arm tightens around you and he immediately turns his praises on you. Of course you did well, he assures you. What a fucking champ, taking it all like that. Their good girl. How lucky they are with you.

You bite your lip in a small smile as Wooyoung’s words hum sweetly through your veins, but San frowns in concern.

“Did something happen?” he asks, still gentle but a firmness layered underneath. “Something worrying you?”

“Well—” you say, already feeling awkward. “I said ‘yellow’…”

“As you should have,” San says, even firmer this time. “Are you feeling guilty about that?”

“A little,” you admit; the people-pleaser inside you is a bit ruffled by bluntly asserting a boundary. “I know I shouldn’t, but— but I kinda feel like I should apologise.”

San shakes his head and squeezes your hands tightly. “Don’t you dare. If anything, I should say thank you. For helping me to keep you safe and feeling good. That makes it feel good for me too.” He breaks out another smile, his dimples joining in. “I felt good today. I hope you did too.”

“He really means all that, you know,” Wooyoung chimes in. “About thanking you. Never met anyone who cares more about this stuff than San here.” He leans in, lowering his voice to a conspiratorial hush. “I swear, he almost nutted on the spot the first time I yellow-ed him.”

“You’re never gonna let that go, are you?” San says, rolling his eyes with a flustered flush burning across his face, and you relax with a giggle at their familiar bickering and warm reassurances. “I mean,” San mumbles sheepishly, “ideally you’d never have to use a safe word at all; but as convenient as it’d be in a situation like this, I can’t exactly read your mind—”

“Hey, hey,” Wooyoung cuts off San’s ramble with a laugh. “C’mon, you know I’m just teasing!” He grabs San’s chin to smack an exaggeratedly wet kiss on his cheek. “You’re the fucking best. Who needs a mind reader when we’re doing this together. You got our back, we got yours.”

San sighs in resignation, trapped by Wooyoung’s firm grip on his chin as Wooyoung makes a show of lavishing his face with loud, dramatic kisses — but you don’t miss the way his shoulders release tension, and his hands relax around yours.

You feel a bloom of warmth at the obvious fondness on display in front of you, and your guilt fades.

Finally Wooyoung lets San go free and cuddles up a little closer against you, while San presses up on the other side. Sandwiched between them, you blissfully surrender yourself to their attentive aftercare. And once you feel solid enough to move again, they both insist on escorting you the whole thirty paces from San’s bedroom to yours.

The gesture is excessive and unnecessary to the point of being silly. You burst with friendly affection for them.

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[sleepysnk]

a/n: wow, okay, so this was crazy and i’m shocked that i wrote this much? and for an underrated king? 😭 i hope this does not flop. i also hope you guys enjoy! 🤍

pairings: pain x fem!reader

warnings: modern au, nsfw, smut, twitter porn star!pain, mentions of f+m! masturbation, oral sex m!receiving, praising, slight degradation, cum swallowing, very light throat fucking, mentions of spit, brief fluff.

Tender is the Flesh ft. Pain

Not safe for work Twitter.

One could call that side of Twitter the PornHub of social media. The content inside of the hashtag is nothing but clean, and many people find themselves indulging in the many pictures or videos inside of it. Some people have chosen to use the platform to promote OnlyFans, which allows them to be paid for their adult content.

While it can be used for promotion, some people use it for more of their own desires. 

Anything could be found inside of the tag ‘nsfwtwt.’ Whether it be videos of women fingering themselves to the idea of being filled by a nice cock, or guys posting videos of themselves jerking off; the place was an absolute gold mine of different content. People often made accounts to post about their many fantasies, or kinks they desired to try out. 

With these accounts being made, the attention came along with it. It didn’t matter if you were a female or a male, people gave out attention like it was money. Sometimes, people went as far as paying for personalized photos of the creator playing with their sweet cunt or a picture of a guy cumming on his stomach to the thought of fucking the follower. For some, that was their full time job. There wasn’t any judgment in any context. 

It didn’t matter if your kink was dark or hardcore. There were people out in the world that found anything to be erotic. It was comforting, but the space often had many weirdos. 

Some people never understood the concept of crossing boundaries. Just because someone shared photos of themselves nude on the internet didn’t mean that the person on the other side had the right to send dick pictures or nudes of themselves. It was a common issue expressed by many accounts, whether the creator was big or small. The person behind those weird accounts were usually some old pervert who had nothing better to do with his time.

Another thing that went into the porn accounts was anonymity. There were a few creators that showed their faces, but many chose to keep their identities private. This was due to the possibility of someone seeing this person in real life, and there was that chance that person could be harmed by someone else. They also bore the risk of someone they know finding out about the account. It was dangerous, so being anonymous was the best option.

In short, there were only a handful of content creators that actually showed their identities. 

One of those creators was a young man. 

He went by the name of Pain, and he was one of the popular creators. He wasn’t big compared to some people, but he had a very decent following of about twenty-five thousand. Pain grew quicker than he imagined, but he wasn’t complaining at all. People followed who they liked, and he was glad to be one of them.

Pain was almost every person’s fantasy. He fit the edgy, emo boy everyone adored. He had hair the color of apricots, a well toned and fit body, and these eyes that could make anyone’s knees weak. His style kept people drawn to him. He had these piercings in both his ears and on his face that people always talked about. Jewelry was something he was definitely a fan of, and there were even a handful of his followers that went out to get similar piercings. 

Not only were his looks a plus, but his cock was magnificent. 

Recently, Pain has received a lot of his attention for what he did to his dick. He ended up revealing that he pierced the base of his shaft. Many people were shocked, and the reactions were mixed. Some thought it was an absolutely daring and exciting idea, while some said he was weird and clowned him for doing what he did. Though, he didn’t care at all. He did it for himself, and he didn’t need anybody else’s approval.

Pain had a lot of fans. It wasn’t exactly a secret. He interacted with plenty of people on Twitter. It didn’t matter if they were a nsfw account or not, he would retweet anything he thought to be attractive onto his account. The fan love didn’t just start at the retweets. There were also his direct messages which were filled with conversations he shared with his followers.

Whether he was rating some girl and her tits, or simply accepting a compliment, he had tons of direct messages. They were all full of love, or, occasionally, he’d have that one hater that would tell him he was ugly or weird. Pain would usually respond with something cocky. Usually along the lines of “you’re just mad your girl wants to suck me off,” or “ok? you still stalk me tho.”

He had many fans, and you were one of them.

You first discovered Pain’s account just a month after you made your Twitter. You actually saw one of your mutuals retweet his video, and, ever since, you were obsessed with the orange-haired man. 

You were very attracted to his vibe. He gave off this aura that was mysterious and intimidating. You also liked his piercings and his sense of fashion. You never saw a guy like him before, and he honestly gave you butterflies. Almost instantly, you followed his account. You practically went through his entire page to see what other content he had, and you weren’t disappointed in the slightest.

Pain had many videos which included him shirtless, leaning back against his chair with his cock in his hand. He made sure the audio was on, and his voice is what made your cheeks burn. It was so deep, it made your core light on fire from how erotic he sounded. 

There were many nights where you buried your fingers inside of your cunt to the sound of his voice. You imagined Pain was on top, shoving his pierced cock into your hole to stretch you to your limit. You often reached your orgasm when he whispered how much of a good little slut you were for taking his cock so well. He had no idea that he made you feel that way, and he probably never would.

You often interacted with his posts as much as you could. Though, you were aware of limits, and you made sure to not come off as some weirdo who pleaded for his attention. You sometimes retweeted his videos, or hearted his tweets whenever he posted. You supported him in small ways that made you feel good.

Pain rarely followed many people back. Out of his twenty-five thousand followers, he only followed about thirty accounts. You couldn’t necessarily blame him. Following random people could bring in the wrong energy, and you didn’t always know the faces behind the screens. For all he knew, there could have been a weird old man stalking his account. 

On several occasions, you found yourself daydreaming on what it’d be like to have Pain follow you back. Would he message you? Did he make bonds with his fans? So many questions, but you never had a resolve for any of them.

Him following you was just a dream that you knew would never become a reality.

-

Your body was awoken to the sound of your phone buzzing against the table beside your bed. It had to be somewhat early, but you didn’t mind it at all one bit. You honestly had many things to take care of throughout the day, so getting an early start would really help you in getting all of those tasks done.

Peeling your eyes open, you reached forward to grab your cell phone off of the table. Your phone screen lit up instantly, the time displaying that it was ten thirty in the morning. You hadn’t gone to bed super late the night before, but you honestly wanted to sleep longer realizing the time.

Though, you had many responsibilities, and not getting them done would pile on even more things you needed to do. 

You let out a sigh, beginning to scroll through the few notifications you had received throughout the night. Some of them were messages from your friends, and others were from the apps you used which reminded you to always have some positive vibes floating around you. It wasn’t anything out of the ordinary. You were used to it at this point. 

Pressing on your Twitter notifications, you noticed you had a few tweets that had gotten likes. It didn’t seem unusual until your eyes landed on one message that made you look twice.

@pxinxx liked your tweet!

@pxinxx started following you.

Your heart began to thump vigorously against your chest when you saw the words on your screen. Instantly, you sat up in your bed to check your Twitter. You weren’t expecting it, but Pain had actually followed you back. He actually liked one of your tweets. You honestly felt a huge rush of emotions. What were you supposed to feel? You honestly didn’t have a single damn clue about it.

For several minutes, you refreshed your Twitter feed to see if this was possibly a dream. You didn’t think he’d ever follow you back. It made you wonder what made him take interest in you. Pain was a guy that was unknown. His emotions and intentions were never that clear, so this move made you question a lot of things. Did he think you were attractive? Was he annoyed by your random likes? It was itching at your brain to figure out what it was.

Deep down, you hoped that maybe he’d send you a message. However, that possibility seemed really low. What would be the chance of Pain of all people sending you a direct message? He probably had tons of people in his inbox wanting his attention. You were just some fan he followed.

You brushed the thought aside, and decided to continue on with what you needed to do.

Sitting up in your bed, you removed your blankets off of your lower half. The sun from the outside was peeking through the beige curtains that hung over your window. You could tell the day was beautiful. The birds were even chirping louder than usual, so that was a great sign that the weather was great.

You turned your body to place your feet on the carpeting below you. You stood up, cracking and stretching a few joints that needed to be fixed up. It was very satisfying to you. 

You placed your cell phone inside of the pocket in your pajama shorts. You then walked towards the bathroom that was connected to your bedroom. You figured you’d fix up your hair and find a decent outfit before you left to do your errands for the day. There was a side of you that wanted to do some light makeup, but it would take such a long time. The afternoon was already nearing, and you really didn’t want to spend the entire day out and about.

Shutting the door to the bathroom, you started your basic morning routine. Brushing your teeth, washing your face, fixing your hair the best you could, etc. You also made sure to do your business as per usual. It didn’t take you very long to do anyway. 

As you finished washing your hands, you placed your phone on the bathroom counter to check your notifications. What you saw was extremely unexpected, and you almost dropped the towel in your hands. Being honest, you practically almost fell to the floor when your eyes scanned over the message.

@pxinxx: hey :)

There was no way, there was no fucking way.

You practically shoved the baby blue towel back onto the counter the second your hands were dry. You didn’t know what to feel, but you were very nervous. Pain actually sent you a message. What the fuck were the odds that this would happen to you? You felt really lucky, but you also felt freaked out because you didn’t know what to respond with.

He was intimidating, my god, he was so intimidating. In some aspects, Pain looked extremely difficult to approach. After all, you had seen his face multiple times, and, not to mention, his kink list was enough to make you cower in your shorts. Pain was a guy who kept himself very serious, and his humor was hard to laugh at sometimes.

You stared at the message for so long that you didn’t even realize how much time had gone by. You had been standing there like a complete mess for almost ten minutes. You didn’t want to ignore his message, but you were scared with a response. What if Pain thought you were weird? What if he didn’t like how you talked to him? What if he blocks you? Fuck! This was so difficult to deal with. How come he had to message you now?

You decided to send something quick back. It was simple, and it wasn’t weird. Well.. hopefully it wasn’t weird to Pain.

You: hi! <3

Your hands were trembling and you honestly couldn’t think about anything else. There was still a side of you that believed this was all a dream, and, somehow, you’d wake up and the messages would have disappeared. However, that didn’t seem like the case. It would have been an amazing dream though.

Two minutes..

Five Minutes..

Almost ten minutes went by since you responded. You were honestly losing your mind as you paced around your apartment. Every couple of seconds you checked his profile to see if he was still following you, and he was. You didn’t want to make a move or anything until he replied to you. This was practically eating you up inside. 

It wasn’t the fact that Pain was this big guy, but it was the whole reality that he was this scary guy on the internet. Sure, he often came off as nice, but you didn’t know who he was in private. What if he was some weird asshole who was fooling everyone? Appearances could be deceiving and he was no different. 

Ping!

The sound of your phone going off practically sent you into a frenzy while you reached for it on your bed. Your eyes lit up once you saw that it was a Twitter notification. Pain had replied to you, and your heart practically stopped once you realized that it was him. 

Pain: what’s up? what are you up to? 

Honestly, you didn’t know what to say to him. What were you supposed to say? You were waiting for a reply from him? He’d definitely call you a weirdo after that. Plus, what if you responded too fast? Pain would surely catch on to the idea that you were sitting by the phone for his text message. The last thing you’d want is to imply that you were in need of his attention. He would for sure block you if that were the case. 

God, this was so stressful.

You had to come up with something. If you didn’t respond eventually, Pain could get the vibe that you weren’t interested in talking with him. Being truthful, you did want to speak to Pain. You just didn’t know how to, and that was the difficult part. 

Taking a deep breath, you began to type a reply back to Pain. You kept the message short and sweet. 

You: not much, just laying down. how about you?

Just as you were about to turn your phone off and toss it away to scream into your pillow, you noticed that Pain had already begun typing on the other end. That meant he had read your message as soon as you replied. It barely sent seconds prior, so that fact took you by major surprise. He never seemed like the type of guy that’d respond to someone that quick. However, you didn’t mind that at all. Fast replies were honestly the way to please you. 

He took a little while as he typed his response. The chat bubble disappeared and reappeared many times. It honestly gave you some serious anxiety. It made you wonder what he’d tell you. Oh god, what if Pain asked you for nudes? No, no, you couldn’t think he was like that. You two barely connected just a few minutes ago. There was no possible way he’d be that much of a weirdo with some random person. If he was, you’d have some major issues. Pain would also possibly lose one of his mutuals/fans. Deep down you were praying he wasn’t going to say something weird. After all, you were one of his biggest fans. 

The bubble was suddenly gone, and his message was revealed. As you read it, you were relieved to see that the text wasn’t weird or oddly freaky as you might have imagined. It put you at ease for the moment. 

Pain: same, same, i feel you on that.

You were about to think of another response, but that thought was quickly interrupted by your eyes landing on the familiar typing bubble. He was sending you another message. The thought alone made your heart jump inside of your ribcage, and you honestly didn’t know what to do. Was he going to ask you something? You hoped you’d be able to answer the question in the smoothest way possible.

Pain: sorry if this is too much to ask, but where do you live? i’m just curious because i went through some of your pics and you’re really attractive.

Your jaw immediately dropped when you read the last few words. Pain actually went through your photos and thought you were.. attractive? This had to be some kind of joke. He was so hot, and you didn’t imagine Pain of all people would think you were cute. You figured guys like him would have such high standards. Did you fit what he wanted or something? God, you were losing it at the moment.

You wanted to be as cautious as possible.

While it was nice that Pain was saying these things to you, he was still someone you only knew off of the internet. You couldn’t exactly say fuck it and go off of what he was saying. It wasn’t that you didn’t trust him, but you couldn’t necessarily ease into him so easily. Just because you were a huge fan didn’t mean that you could believe everything Pain was telling you. For all you knew, he could just be messing around with you. This whole conversation could be a huge joke. You had to play this safely, and with as much caution as possible.

He was asking for your location too. You were very secretive online about where you lived. There was a constant fear that ran through your head that someone you knew would find out the account you ran was yours, or a random person could approach you in public and act like a total creep.  

You needed to keep calm and be confident in yourself. Sure, Pain was very intimidating to the point where he was scary, but you couldn’t let that get in the way of keeping your ground with him.

Now, you needed to think of a good response. You didn’t want to be mean or anything, but you weren’t going to be so easy going with him. Being too aggressive might cause an argument to possibly erupt, or there was the chance that Pain could be upset with you. Maybe behind the screen his intentions weren’t bad, but you didn’t know that. You hoped this would all go well, because, if not, you would have a serious breakdown over it later on. You’ve never seen Pain serious before other than online, so one on one might be hectic. 

Taking a deep breath, you pressed on your keyboard to send a message to him. You brushed away those anxious thoughts for a brief moment so you could regain the confidence to send the reply.

You: thank you! but i don’t know if i’m that comfortable sharing my location with you. you’re attractive and all, but you’re a stranger to me. 

Clicking your phone off, you tossed it onto the other side of your bed. You honestly felt like you were going to throw up from how nervous you were. Your stomach was tied in knots, and your heart was beating at almost a million beats per minute. Your brain was buzzing with the thoughts of what Pain might say to you. You hoped it wouldn’t be too bad.

For several minutes, there was nothing coming from your phone. It honestly felt like you were waiting for the biggest news of your life or something, and you didn’t want to wait any longer. 

You wondered what you should do to pass the time. Maybe you could clean the apartment you lived in? You did have some errands to run, but you didn’t want to seem like a total idiot inside of Target because Pain was messaging you. Fuck! He was such an asshole for making you feel this way. This is what you got for being so into him for the last six months. Your dreams finally came true and you forgot how to act. 

You decided to distract yourself for the time being. If you focused too much on the situation in front of you, you’d probably destroy your entire good mood. It was just Pain, what’s the worst that could happen? He didn’t know where you lived, and you were some person he had met on the internet. If he really went as far as clowning you for it, then so be it. You could care less about some stupid interent trolls.

This would be over soon, and you knew that.

-

Your entire day had gone by within the blink of an eye. 

You ended up running a majority of your errands that you needed to take care of, and you even tidied up your apartment. All of that stuff ended up draining your energy, and you were currently laying on your bed again. This time it was later in the night. It was almost midnight in fact.

Throughout the day, you’d periodically check your phone to see if Pain had replied to you. However, you hadn’t received a single thing all day. Many hours had passed and you wondered if he had possibly left you on read. Though, there was no way you could tell of that. It was honestly bugging you, but sometimes silence was better than replying. You’ve learned that fact many times. 

Maybe your message had scared him off. Maybe his intentions weren’t the best and he took your response as a way of saying fuck off. If that were the case, you weren’t going to complain about it. You’d prefer to avoid any conflicts that may arise. 

Your eyes felt heavy, and you were honestly feeling really drowsy. You usually didn’t fall asleep that early, but you did a lot throughout the day. It wasn’t much of a surprise that you were feeling tired. All you knew was that the sleep you’d get tonight would be great, and you would probably feel really rested tomorrow morning.

You sat up in your bed, pulling the sheets over your body to feel some warmth. You reached downward to grab your phone charger off of the ground. Once you placed the charger in your phone, you’d head to bed. You were too tired to even keep your eyes open. It wouldn’t be an understatement to say you’d be knocked out once your head hit the pillow. 

Plugging your phone in, you let out a sigh. You couldn’t wait to fall asleep already. You wanted to put what happened today behind you, and you just wanted to go and play inside of your dreams for the night.

Just as you were about to place your phone down, the vibration that came from it caused your blood to freeze. 

Almost instantly, you brought your phone back towards your face. To your surprise, you had received the message you weren’t too excited to see. You could feel your throat go dry, and your heart beginning to race from the anxiety.

Pain had finally responded to you after many hours of silence.

Pain: forgive me for being too forward. you’re right, we’re merely strangers, and it’s wrong of me to ask such personal questions. if you want me to stop speaking with you, i understand. once again, i apologize for being inconsiderate. 

You were honestly taken back by his sudden apology. Being honest, that was the last thing you were expecting. Now, you weren’t upset with that response, but it was very shocking. However, you weren’t going to press the issue anymore. 

You were going to be nice. 

You: no worries! thank you for taking in my feelings, pain, i really appreciate that :) also, we can keep talking!!

Being truthful, you didn’t want to stop talking to Pain. Just because he did one thing didn’t mean your perception of him was going to change. People made mistakes, and he owned up to his which was sweet. There weren’t many guys like him out there anymore, so it was nice to know he was aware of when he was wrong.

Within seconds, Pain started typing once again. You shifted around in your bed so you could get more comfortable. You were interested to see what the rest of the conversation would look like.

Your attention snapped towards the new messages that appeared on your screen.

Pain: i’m very relieved to hear that, and i apologize again for messaging you so late. work kept me later than usual. you’re probably tired lol

Pain: if you’d like, i could message you tomorrow morning

Your cheeks burned from his texts. He sounded like such a gentleman. This was something you weren’t expecting at all. 

Now, you only knew Pain on the surface. He was just some guy you had met through Twitter, and, from what you had seen, he didn’t seem like he was the nicest guy to encounter. You knew Pain as the intimidating dominant that’d cum inside any pussy he could get his hands on. He was mean, a tease, and, most of all, the most intimidating guy you had ever laid your eyes upon. For fucks sake, he had piercings on his cock. There weren’t many guys who had the balls to do that.

You decided to keep the conversation going. If you were being truthful with yourself, you didn’t want to end it right there. You wanted to see where this would go. 

You: we don’t have to stop here! being honest, i don’t have anything to do tomorrow so we can keep talking if you’d like :)

Once again, Pain started typing almost immediately. You were already being drawn to his energy from how quick he was responding. It honestly excited you, and the anticipation was already bubbling in your belly. You hadn’t felt something like that in a long time. 

Pain: oh fr? bet, i’m off tomorrow so we can talk as long as you’d like. tbh, it’d be great to have someone to talk for the evening. it can get boring when everyone else is asleep. 

Your eyebrows raised almost instantly. He was actually interested in a conversation with you? Holy fuck you were losing it. You were certain now that your sleep schedule was going to be ruined after tonight.

You: bet! i’m open to talking

-

Your conversations with Pain didn’t stop that night, and you were so glad they didn’t.

From midnight to almost five in the morning, you and Pain messaged with each other. You actually learned a lot about him and he learned some things about you too. He actually kept the conversation going, and he wasn’t dry at all. You learned very quickly that he was a very funny guy, and it attracted you even more to him. 

You actually learned that Pain resided only fifteen minutes away from where you lived. When he mentioned that, you almost lost it. It honestly surprised you that you hadn’t run into him prior, but you never traveled that far outside of your town unless it was to see your parents.

Pain was delighted to hear that you weren’t very far away. He made jokes on how if he ever saw you to not be surprised if he threw a bag of chips at you randomly. 

Besides all of that, Pain was very respectful with you. 

That night you talked turned into many more days and plenty more nights. Your conversations seemed never ending, and there was always something new for you two to talk about. There was never a dull moment between the two of you, and you felt very connected to the young man. You had similar interests, the same ideals on things, hell, you two even liked the same fast food restaurants.

You spent practically every waking second talking to Pain, and you had zero regrets. He’d even like a few of your tweets while you were away to let you know he was still there. He did small things that made your cheeks warm, or butterflies to swarm around your stomach.

He had a hold over you, but you weren’t complaining at all.

So, here you were now, standing below the apartment building Pain lived in.

The decision to finally meet up came quite quickly, but you knew it was what you wanted too. You knew Pain was real. He had sent you several photos of himself, and you two even exchanged your personal social medias with each other. Plus, you were prepared if something were to go wrong. You’d just stab him in the eye and that would be it!

Deep down, you were hoping you didn’t have to do that, but, if you did, you were completely on guard.

Pain was the one who suggested the meet up. He had the weekend off, so he wanted to take the open opportunity to spend time with you. You couldn’t lie and say you weren’t a bit hesitant. This was Pain you were talking about. He was your goddamn Twitter crush, and you hadn’t ever imagined you would get to see him in person. The things he said to you made you feel like a school girl giggling over her crush. 

You hoped the hang out would be worth it.

Looking down at your phone, you sent him a message to let him know you were outside of the complex. You could feel everything inside of your stomach swirling around, making you feel queasy. The moment you’d see Pain was just minutes away. It was a moment you’ve always yearned for, but, in reality, you had no idea how to act. This would also be his first time seeing you too, so you hoped you wouldn’t say the wrong thing or come off as an idiot.

God, if this was a dream, you were wishing you weren’t about to wake up.

You felt your phone vibrate in your hand. You looked downward almost instantly to see that Pain had sent you a reply. Your heart quickened inside of your chest when you realized this was real, and you weren’t in a dream.

Pain: cool, i’m nervous as shit right now, but come up to the second floor. i’m in apartment 5

Swallowing thickly, you began to walk towards the front entrance. There were a few people that entered the apartment building, while some made their way out. You honestly felt super dizzy, and the whole scene before you didn’t feel real. Honestly, if you thought too much, you’d probably throw up your breakfast.

You pulled open the front door, feeling the cool air from the inside wrapping around your warm body. Despite the day being cloudy, the humidity was very high. You were practically sweating once you walked outside of your apartment. 

Once fully inside, you looked around the empty corridors. It was super quiet in the complex, and it seemed really nice. It wouldn’t be an overstatement to say that it was better looking than yours.

Turning the corner, you found the elevator. You pressed the small button to the right of it, and itn illuminated almost instantly. You briefly heard the sound of the elevator moving downward towards where you were. You kept frequently checking your phone to make sure Pain hadn’t sent you anymore messages. Your phone had no other notifications, so you knew you were good to keep heading up there. 

The sudden ding from the elevator made all of your thoughts disappear for a second. The metal door opened, revealing an empty elevator. You quickly stepped inside, placing your phone back into your pocket. Your eyes searched the list of buttons that were against the wall of the elevator. You saw the number two displayed, so you reached forward to press it. Once you did so, the door to the elevator closed. 

You played with the skin around your nails as the elevator brought you up to the second floor. Every couple of seconds, it’d shake or make a small noise, but you were used to that. However, you weren’t paying much attention to the space around you. All your brain could think about was what you were going to do when you met Pain. Hell, what were you going to say?

You practically jolted out of your skin when you heard the ding of the elevator. The door slowly opened, showing you the empty hallway before you. 

Fuck, you couldn’t believe this was actually happening. 

You stepped forward so you could exit the elevator. The hallway you entered was pretty quiet. There were apartments going from the left to the right side. You honestly didn’t know what side to look at, but you knew that the numbers were going to start on the left. 

Turning down the hall, you began to scan your eyes along the wooden doors. The numbers were hung clearly against the center, so you could see it right away. 

One..

Two..

Three..

Four..

Five.

Every hair on your body stood up once you realized you were standing before Pain’s apartment. You contemplated running away at that very moment. Maybe you could come up with some great excuse that would seem reasonable. Though, you drove all the way here to meet him. If you backed out, you might never have an opportunity like this again. You also had many opportunities to go home and leave. 

This was your chance, you couldn’t let this slide.

You reached into your pocket to take out your phone. You went to send Pain the text that you were outside of the door. 

You didn’t realize how nervous you were until now. Your thumbs were shaking as you typed out the message to him. With one swift tap, you sent the text. It delivered instantly, and your nerves spiked almost instantly.

You: i’m here!

You quickly shoved your phone away and fixed yourself up while you still had the chance. You wore some ripped baby blue mom jeans with a black crop top that had white letters plastered on the center of the fabric. God, you were really hoping you didn’t look like absolute shit at the moment.

The sound of shuffling coming from behind the door made you pause in your movements. Your heart was beating so fast you could practically hear it in your ears. He was just a few feet away from you. 

You heard the click of the door unlocking, and, before you could even react, the door was being pulled open. Fuck! You felt like you were going to faint. 

Your eyes shot up almost instantly when you saw him standing there. He was real, Pain was now standing before you. You couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw him. The man you had longed to actually meet for months was now here, and you didn’t know what the hell to do. It was almost as if you were lost in him. He looked even more attractive in person. Everything you had seen in pictures and videos was now directly in front of you.

Pain wore a casual outfit. He had on some black sweatpants with a gray crewneck on top. He had his piercings in, and, from what you could see, he seemed to be playing with one of them with his tongue. You could also smell the aroma of his cologne flowing off of him. It was enough to almost intoxicate you.

“Hey.. it’s nice to finally meet you,” his voice was smooth and deep. It sounded just like the audio clips he’d post to Twitter.

Realizing that he actually spoke to you, you shifted around so you could pay better attention to him. “Hi..” you felt so shy in his presence, “It’s nice to meet you too, Pain,”

He stepped beside the door. “Come in,” he motioned for you to step inside. You honestly felt like you were going to throw up, but you had to repress that thought as much as you could. Puking up your bagel didn’t sound like such a great first impression.

You smiled softly, choosing to walk forward into his apartment. It seemed like such a cozy place if you were being honest. The interior was well kept, and there wasn’t a single speck of dust in sight. It also faintly smelled like vanilla, which was calming to you. At least he kept his place nice and tidy. 

“You look very nice, I love your outfit,” he gave you a small smile. 

You lifted your eyes to look at him. He was so gorgeous to look at. You weren’t sure what it was, but it was difficult to pull your eyes away from him. “Thank you! You look nice too,” you rocked on your heels, feeling nervous. You honestly didn’t know what to do nor say. 

Pain eyed you before playing with the strands of his hair. “My bad, I’m so awkward right now because you’re just.. very pretty,” he laughed, “Do you want me to make you something to eat? I might not be the perfect chef, but I can try,”

Your face began to burn again. Pain actually thought you were pretty? You couldn’t believe he was actually saying these things to you. He also offered to cook you something? You never knew that he knew how to cook. Sure, he mentioned eating before, but you always assumed he was eating something that wasn't actual food. 

If you were hungry, you’d probably say yes, but your stomach was still in knots. If you ate, you’d most likely get too queasy. 

Though, Pain’s actions were making your core heat up. You weren’t sure if it was because of the way he was speaking to you, or if it was because of his gentle acts of kindness. You couldn’t make it too obvious though, because your intention wasn’t to try and do something with him that wasn’t the most appropriate. You didn’t want to give off the idea that you were here for something like that. He was a real person after all.

“I’m okay! I’ll probably eat something later,” you replied, “And don’t worry, I feel pretty awkward sometimes too. I understand,”

Pain chuckled, he honestly felt a bit better knowing that you understood him. He hated how shy he could get sometimes, especially with you. It took him so long to gain the courage to send you that message. He was shocked as hell to find out you were single.

He knew you’d be hard to talk to, but it seemed a lot easier than he imagined. He thought he’d be sitting in silence with you, but you kept everything enthusiastic. Pain really appreciated that energy from you.

“Alright, cool, I’ll make sure you have something to eat before you leave then,” he shoved his hands into his pockets, “Do you want to come and chill in my room? We could watch a movie or something,”

You nodded your head almost instantly. “Sure, I’m down for that,” you turned to remove your shoes before you stepped any further into his apartment. You were super curious to see what his bedroom looked like. You had only seen a portion of it in the videos he posted, and, from what you saw, it was a nice space.

Turning around, you began to follow Pain down the hallway. As you walked, you passed by a couple of doors. There was a bathroom at the very end of the hall, and a closet on the right side which was shut.

You trailed behind Pain as he stepped into his bedroom. It was a very large room. It had to be even bigger than yours. 

His bed was queen sized. His sheets were black, and there was a table beside his bed with a lamp sitting atop of it. There were many posters scattered along his walls which included some of his favorite artists, or TV shows. The walls around you were painted with a dark shade of navy blue, which somewhat matched his bed sheets. On the ceiling, he had LED lights lining the corners. There were also vines hanging near almost every inch of the roof. Finally, there was a ceiling fan which was switched off. His room had such a vibe, and it matched who he was as a person.

He had miniscule items too. There was a dresser up against the wall near the window, and he had a small desk in the corner of the room. It was so well organized. You hadn’t seen a guy with a room that nice in such a long time. 

“Your room is so nice,” you walked around the space to look at some of the random items he had placed on top of his dresser. There were pictures of him and some of his friends, and even some cute Funko Pops. 

Pain plopped down on his bed. He watched you walk around his room like you were a child on a field trip with their class. He thought it was kind of amusing to see how curious you were. Pain also found that behavior to be kind of cute.

“Do you see something you like?” he nodded his head as your fingers glided over the many objects around his room.

You turned around so you were now facing him. You felt your cheeks warm with embarrassment. “You just have a lot of cool things. Sorry if I’m being intrusive on your space,” you rubbed the back of your neck as you spoke to him. 

He smiled at you, shaking his head. You were so damn cute to him. He never knew you had such a sweet personality. When he first met you, he thought you were the most intimidating person he ever encountered. Yet, you had such a gentle side. It drew Pain to you almost immediately. He adored every little thing you did. He almost couldn’t get enough of your beauty and who you were as a person. This, this was different, and he could feel it deep down within him. 

He shifted around on his mattress. “Don’t apologize, I don’t mind it one bit. I think curiosity is kind of cute,” he laughed through his nose. 

You giggled, rolling your eyes playfully. You couldn’t help but look at Pain who was sitting before you on his bed. He was right near the edge so his feet were on the floor. You couldn’t lie, he looked very hot sitting like that. His legs were slightly parted open, and he looked so nonchalant with his wrists against his knees like that. Your mouth practically watered at the sight of him.

There was something deep inside of your gut that was telling you that you should make some kind of move. You could feel the heat pooling inside of your panties, and the pure thought of just sitting on his lap was driving you up the wall. You just weren’t sure how Pain would react to that action. 

You stepped towards him slowly so you were now standing directly in front of him. Pain noticed your movements, so he lifted his gaze to meet you staring down at him. He could read your body language so well, and he knew there was something you wanted to do. He couldn’t read minds, but he wanted the same exact thing you did. His cock practically ached inside of his boxers for you. He wanted you more than anything, but he didn’t want to do something that would make you uncomfortable. Fuck, you were so hard to resist.

There was a thick bubble of tension that surrounded the two of you. Pain could feel it, and so could you. Both of you were hesitant to make moves on each other. The pure need you were both feeling was boiling inside of you like a pot on a stove. It was eventually going to pour over, and neither of you knew when that was going to happen. 

“Pain..” you broke the silence that was circling around the room. 

Once he heard your sweet voice, he looked up at you instantly. He was having a hard time trying to hold back. 

“Can I touch you..?” he sounded almost desperate as the words rolled off of his tongue. He felt his cock twitch from the mere thought of being able to place his fingers on you. Pain often wondered how smooth your skin was.

You let out a shaky breath. “Y-Yes.. please, touch me, Pain,” you were almost as needy as he was, but you could care less. You couldn’t deny those feelings anymore.

Pain reached forward so he could place his hands on your hips. He then brought you forward so you could sit on his lap. The warmth from his body caused goosebumps to erupt onto your skin, and, almost instinctively, you put your own hands onto his shoulders. 

Pain’s hands trailed along your waist and your hips. He would occasionally squeeze at the plush around them. The feeling was making you feel even more needy for him. You found yourself unable to pull away. All you craved was Pain and his touch. There was a side of you that wanted to touch him too. You were dying to see how his muscles looked in person. You were always so turned on by how gorgeous his body looked in photos, and the image of it made your body feel as if it was on fire.

Your hands went to cup his cheeks. His skin felt like smooth silk beneath your fingertips. The eye contact between the two of you was intense, and your faces were just inches apart from one another. Your thumbs went to brush against the apples of his cheeks, and Pain could feel his stomach doing flips.

Before you were able to process it, Pain had pressed his lips against yours. 

The feeling of his lips were satisfactory to you. You could faintly taste a hint of fruit that lingered on his tongue. It only made you want to kiss him more. 

Desperately, you wrapped your arms around his neck. Pain’s grip on your body tightened as your soft kisses turned into a more aggressive makeout. His teeth would occasionally nibble on your bottom lip to get some more access to your mouth. He couldn’t get enough of how delicious you were. Your lips were so smooth and soft. He didn’t want to ever stop kissing them.

Your mouth fell slightly agape when you felt the tip of his hard cock brush up against your clit. The friction sent bolts of electricity along your belly, and you could practically feel your panties being soaked from his actions. Pain then took the open opportunity to stick his tongue into your mouth, deepening the kiss you guys were sharing together. The things he was feeling were driving him insane. He hadn’t felt such euphoria before. He used his right hand to tightly squeeze the plush of your ass. He rested that same palm against your hip so he could slowly grind you against his aching cock. 

A gasp escaped your throat from the touch your clit was receiving. It felt so good, your brain felt as if it was melting from the pleasure. 

What you felt next inside of your mouth shocked you. As Pain’s tongue explored your mouth, you felt the cool metal of a tongue piercing touching your gums. You couldn’t believe he actually had one. Pain had many crazy piercings, so you weren’t exactly the most surprised. However, you didn’t expect to feel it like that, nor did you ever see it when you were talking with him. 

Reaching downward, you pressed your hand against the bulge that formed in his sweatpants. Pain let out a groan once he felt you palming his cock. He couldn’t lie, the strain he felt inside of his boxers was hard to handle. He was a very patient man, but, when it came to you, it was becoming incredibly difficult to do so. 

Pain pulled away, breaking the kiss between you two. The both of you were panting, and your lips were now swollen and puffy. There were seductive looks written on both of your faces. You knew what you both wanted, and it was as clear as day.

“You’re intoxicating.. you know that?” he placed his hand around the base of your throat, giving it a firm hold so you couldn’t pull away from him. Your body shivered as the chilly metal of his rings made contact with your pulse.

You swallowed thickly, looking into Pain’s eyes. “Speak for yourself..” you let out several pants as your body began to heat up even more, “Please.. let me make you feel good, Pain..”

His eyes slightly widened at the sound of your plea. In his mind, he wanted to make you feel good. Pain was always about the other person and their pleasure, so he rarely ever made a move to put his first. However, he wasn’t going to deny your request. 

That meant next time he’d have to repay you for what you did for him.

“Go for it.. I’m not going to stop you,” he used the pad of his thumb to rub your lips.

Those words rang inside of your head, causing you to become very excited. You couldn’t actually believe you were going to go down on Pain. Hell, you imagined this moment many times inside of your head, and you weren’t going to let this chance slip away. You wanted to do your best for him. He deserved to feel something good, and you couldn’t wait to see his cock in front of you.

You quickly maneuvered yourself off of Pain’s lap to place your knees on the floor. You reached forward while Pain leaned back to watch you untie the knot that held his sweatpants around his hips. His breathing was quite heavy and uneven. You had seen him like that plenty of times on his account, and it was always such a turn on for you.

Lifting his hips, you were able to pull his sweatpants down along with his boxers. His cock sprang out instantly. Your eyes landed on the pink tip that leaked with pre-cum. The sight of it made your clit throb with need, and your mouth watered from how nice it looked. He was freshly shaved, and you could see the two metal piercings that sat inside of the base of his cock. It looked much bigger than it did in his videos.

You reached forward with your right hand to wrap your fingers around the shaft of his dick. It was very hot, almost feverish. You slowly began to stroke him. Your eyes frequently flashed upward to look for any signs of discomfort, but you didn’t see any of that. Pain kept licking his lips and playing with the piercing on his tongue. 

You moved yourself forward so your head was now closer to his cock. You stuck your tongue out so you could lick the pre-cum off of the tip. Pain sucked in a harsh breath once he felt your warm, hot tongue against his dick. Your small kitten licks turned into drags against the base, and, finally, you wrapped your pretty mouth around his cock. 

Pain let out a groan once he felt your mouth around him. He couldn’t help but entangle his fingers into your hair as you slowly took him deeper into you. The cold piercings touched the top of your mouth, causing you to shiver. You never thought those kinds of piercings were that hot, but you started to wonder what it’d be like to have them inside of you. The lewd thought made you wet. You’d have to come and see him again to find out what that was like.

“Fuck.. like that, baby, suck my fucking dick..” his left hand trailed along your cheek. You couldn’t help but lean into his touch. It was oddly comforting to feel him touching you. 

Your tongue swirled around the tip of his cock, earning a tight tug on your hair from Pain. You’d occasionally look up at him so you could see his face, because seeing him like that made you so turned on. He had the most handsome looking face when he was feeling pleasure. The soft groans that fell from his lips, or the way his mouth was parted open. All of it was so attractive.

You pulled your head back, causing a “pop” noise to come from your mouth. You continued to jerk Pain with your hand. You looked up at him as you did so, batting your eyelashes to receive some kind of reaction from him. Pain thought you looked so damn sexy like that. Your innocent eyes made his cock twitch in your hand, and it was hard fighting the urge to absolutely fuck the shit out of your throat. You were already taking him very well, so he wondered what else you were capable of.

You let some of your saliva drip onto his cock. You then wrapped your mouth around him again, which, in turn, caused Pain to grunt. He placed his hand behind your head so he could start bobbing you against his cock. Since he had a hold of your head, he started to pick up the pace. He started to make you go faster, but not too fast to where it was unbearable. The noises he let out were so erotic, and it was almost like music to your ears. 

Pain dug his nails into your scalp. You were better than he ever imagined. “Yeah.. you’re so fucking good at this,” he bobbed your head slower this time, “Gonna fill your throat with my c-cum..”

You placed your hands against Pain’s thighs as he started to take more control of your head. Your core was on fire from how hot he sounded. You could feel the way his thigh muscles clenched and flexed beneath your fingers from how often he moved them. 

Slowly, Pain started moving your head deeper down his cock. You could feel his girth slowly inching itself closer to the back of your throat, and his dick piercings were following along with it. You could feel tears brimming on your lash line as the tip of his cock poked near the start of your throat. Saliva pooled around it, causing some drool to slip out of the corners of your mouth. Your eyes lifted to meet Pain's, which were staring down at you with a smirk. 

He then let your head go, causing you to gasp for air while you held onto the base of his cock. There was spit covering your chin, and your throat felt kind of raspy. Though, you didn’t mind how you looked. You knew Pain would think you were sexy regardless.

He moved a piece of hair away from your face as you panted heavily. “Such a good little slut.. you take me as if your throat was made for me..” he stroked your cheek with his palm, eyeing you as if you were candy.

You smiled, slowly stroking Pain in your fist. You wanted to go all out again, because you wanted to please him more than anything. The idea of Pain reaching his orgasm because of you was only encouraging you to make sure he cums. You honestly felt cocky thinking it, but you actually sucked off Pain of all people. He was complimenting how you were sucking him off, and it made you feel so good.

Leaning forward, you took Pain into your mouth again. He groaned instantly once your warm mouth surrounded him again. Your tongue swirled around the tip, causing his hips to buck forward. 

“Fuck! Keep doing that.. you’re so good for me,” he grabbed at your head as you kept taking him in. In a way, you found something you could use to make him feel good. You made sure to keep note of that. 

Pain started to thrust his hips upwards as the pleasure took over him. You let out a small gagging noise as his tip kissed the back of your throat. Your nails dug into the skin of his thighs from the feeling, but you were able to take it. You didn’t want to disappoint Pain in any aspect, so you took him as much as you could.

As his cock went towards the back of your throat, you hummed against the tip so he could feel some pleasure. The sensation sent waves of euphoria along his abdomen. You were truly good at what you did. He couldn’t believe you were hidden amongst his fans. 

You were in fact the best fan he’s ever had.

Pain suddenly grabbed your head aggressively backward. The release caused you to gasp, and it allowed air to finally enter through your lungs. He was staring down at you with these serious eyes that made you shiver. He had a similar expression you had seen numerous times in the videos he posted. Those heavy eyes that could scare anyone, and a stare that made blood turn cold. You knew it all too well. 

He tilted your head backward so you could look up at him. “When I cum, I want you to swallow every last drop,” his voice caused your thighs to press together, “Got it?”

Your head nodded almost instantly. Pain cumming down your throat made you all the more eager to finish him off. The way he sounded was driving your mind crazy. You hadn’t been in a situation this erotic before, and you had zero regrets.

Pain released your head, leaving you to start sucking him off again. This time, you paid more attention to the tip of his cock. Your tongue danced along the top, swirling around and teasing the small hole where his release would come out of. He seemed to really enjoy that, because he let out several deep groans every time you did it. You also made sure to maintain eye contact.

“Such nice eyes.. shit, I’d love to see those eyes looking at me when I fuck you..” he gripped at the blanket beneath his bottom.

The knot inside of his belly was growing tighter as you kept teasing the tip of his cock. He felt his release threatening to come at any moment, and he knew it was going to be intense. The idea of your sweet little throat being filled with his cum was driving him mad. You’d look so sexy with his seed in your mouth. Only he belonged inside of you like that. He should be the only one ruining your pretty throat.

You felt his cock twitching inside of your mouth. You watched Pain grit his teeth as you kept going. “F-Fuck, ‘gonna cum..” his voice was pretty much breathless as he spoke to you.

There was suddenly a thick, white, sticky liquid that filled your mouth. It was warm, and it coated your throat almost instantly. Pain held your head in place as he reached his orgasm. Several curses fell from his lips, your name included. He didn’t want a single drop to escape. You needed to swallow every bit of it.

After a few seconds, Pain let your head go. You instantly swallowed his cum which was inside of your mouth. The taste was as expected of him. 

“Open,” he ordered.

Parting your mouth wide enough, you stuck your tongue out to prove that all of his cum was gone and down your throat. Pain smirked at how hot you looked like that. He hadn’t gotten head like that in a long time, so he considered you a special one. He knew deep down this wasn’t going to be the last time he saw you. He wanted to see you again, and not just one or two times.

Your lips were swollen, your eyes were slightly glassy, and your once well-kept hair was now somewhat messy. Saliva had collected onto the corners of your mouth, but Pain didn’t give two fucks. To him, you were the most attractive person he’s ever laid his eyes upon.

Pain shifted himself around so he could pull his pants back up. He was kind of exhausted after all of the fun the two of you had. He could also tell that you were worn out from it too.

As he stood up, Pain reached his hand out towards you so you could get yourself onto your feet. He didn’t want the night to end, nor did you. 

“So, how about that dinner I promised you?”

[kingdaddydaichi]

NSFW Alphabet || Katsuki Bakugou

I had so much fun with this! Vodka may or may not have been involved in the making of this little ditty. 🍸 I hope you shameless hussies enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. 😩

*Exhibit A:

(Source)

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

I feel like he gets clingy asf, but plays it off like it's something he's doing for your sake. He'll probably never admit that he feels so vulnerable after sex, but he does. If it was a rough session - which it usually is with him - he'll ask if you're okay, if you're hurt anywhere, kiss any marks he left on you - he's such a protective hero boi.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His: he's not gonna lie, he's fully aware of how well-endowed he is. He really is proud of his cock, the way it makes you sing when he works it - and he knows how to work it okay? Favorite non-sexual body part - his arms. He works hard to keep them cut (as in lifting, not cutting). 😬

Yours: listen, Katsuki is an ass man through and through. Go ahead and tell me I'm wrong, I'm 👏🏼 not 👏🏼 listening 👏🏼. He loves to watch the subtle ripples he sends through your ass cheeks when he's driving into you from behind. Also, our big scary boomboom man appreciates a nice, thicc pair of thighs. Bonus points if they're muscular/toned - he loves the way it feels when your thighs have such a strong grip around him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Let's just say our boy's orgasms are explosive. He cums hard and loud, shooting long ropes of his hot seed. Consistency is about average, not too thick, not to thin, but there's a lot of it. He doesn't taste too bad - salty, but not too bitter. You're more likely to gag from the sheer volume and force of his cum hitting the back of your throat than the flavor.

His precum gets honorable mention here. It's fucking delicious. That is all.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

It took him no less than 2 years into your relationship to tell you this, and if you ever tell anyone he might actually kill you, or at the very least make your ass bleed. He hasn't gotten to the point that he's ready to try it yet, but he's not entirely opposed to the idea of you pegging him. Someday. It kinda does make his balls tingle a little just thinking about it tbh. He hasn't yet, but he thinks he might be ready to try working up to it and is really close to asking you to stick a finger in his ass and stroke his prostate. He's heard how good it feels and he's super curious to find out for himself.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not very experienced, actually. He's only had 1 or 2 lovers before you, BUT he's determined to be #1 at everything. Couple that with how perceptive he is and you've got yourself a winner of a loverboy. He's going to make damn sure that, even if things don't work out between you two, he will always ALWAYS be the best you've ever had. No other man will outdo him, E-V-E-R.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Doggystyle all the way, baby. As stated before, he loves watching your booty jiggle every time he slams his hips against it. He gets off on spreading your ass cheeks to watch his slick-coated cock slide in and out of you. God he just loves hitting it from behind, makes his dick so fucking hard.

Bonus 2nd Favorite Position (couldn't help myself): you on your back with your ankles on his shoulders, your ass lifted off the bed, him on his knees and hugging those thick thighs of yours, keeping them closed as he reams into you. (Slight variation of this one: he leans over you, nearly folding you in half, putting you back on your shoulders with his hands pressing into the mattress beside you, angling you such that his prominent corona rubs over your g-spot as he drills down into you. 10/10 you're gonna scream his name when (not if) your liquid gushes all over him.)

Tell me the truth, am I a disgusting human being? Here are all the fucks I give:

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

Bakugou is serious asf about his sex game. This is not the time to joke around or poke fun at him, understand me? If you do he will get pissed and either fuck the silly out of you, or if he's feeling particularly ruthless he'll just stop altogether and let you ache for him as punishment until you beg him for release.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He takes care of his body, paying a lot of attention to his hygiene, which includes manscaping to keep his pubic hair trimmed and kempt. The carpet's just a shade darker than the drapes, like a honey blond. If he lets it grow out, it sticks straight out just like his head hair. It's actually kind of funny and he hates it.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

*sigh* Let's be honest. Katsuki is not the super romantic type, at least not outwardly. However, if he realizes something he's doing is hurting you - physically or emotionally - he's going to stop dead in his tracks and hold you close, push his fingers through your hair, and tell you how much he loves you and how safe you are. He can be rough and he can be an asshole, but if he thinks he's genuinely hurt you at all, he's all over you, doing everything he can to make you understand that he will never let anyone hurt you, especially not himself. Got that?

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

He doesn't jack off very often. You two share a very active sex life so he doesn't see the need to. If you have to be apart for more than a day or two, he'll rub one out. Or if the need hits him particularly hard and you're not available or in the mood, he's not above closing his eyes and reaching into his pants to wrap his thick fingers around his cock and start tugging.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Lord Baby Jesus, where do I even begin? Kinky, kinky Katsuki. This man should come with warning signs and disclaimers.

First of all, he dom asf okay? Even if he lets you play with his ass someday, he's gonna be bratty about it. He's going to top from the bottom, hashtag facts. And trust that he WILL own you afterwards to securely reestablish his dominance.

Giving and Receiving: Hair pulling. DIRTY TALK - you think he's got a potty mouth in the streets? His mouth is downright filthy between the sheets. Loves it when you dirty talk right back to him. "You love taking my fat cock, don't you princess?" "Mm yessss, fuck me, Katsuki! Your cock feels so fucking good babyyy!" He eats that shit up.

Giving Only: Degradation. Praise. Spanking. Cockwarming. Dom/sub/power play. Shibari/ropework (he tried it bc you wanted to and he fucking loved it). Creampies. Begging. Discipline. Ravishment.

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Literally anywhere inside your home/homes - bed, bathroom/kitchen countertops, kitchen/dining table, office desk/chair, any piece furniture is fair game really, up against a wall, washer/dryer, the fucking floor, ugh just all the places to fuck. Not one square foot is sacred tbh.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Wear something that showcases the curve of your butt. Doesn't have to be revealing per se, matter of fact he'll get possessive as fuck if you're showing too much skin in public. At home/privately though? He can't help himself. Dat ass tho...he is going to smack it hard enough that it stings and that's final, understand?

Tease him. You can't be obvious about it though. If he senses that you're doing it on purpose, it'll just backfire. But if you just so happen to brush against his crotch when you squeeze past him, it'll drive him crazy. Go commando in short shorts/skirt and cross your legs just so, his dick will twitch. Even better if you do shit like this in public where you know he won't act on it. But when you get home you best believe he's going to dick you down so hard, won't even bother to take said shorts or skirt off.

His ears and neck are his most sensitive erogenous zones. Whisper in his ear or kiss his neck and he's going to grit his teeth in an effort to fight back the shudder that threatens to rattle his bones.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Let's get one thing straight. Katsuki Bakugou does not share. This is non-negotiable. He will not agree to anything involving additional people - cuckolding, threesomes, orgies, exhibitionism, voyeurism (unless it's him watching you pleasure yourself - that he will gladly do, and probably start palming himself in the process).

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Loves giving and receiving. Giving puts him in full control of your pleasure, receiving makes him feel like you're worshipping his cock, which you probably are. Have you seen this man's cock? Of course you have. Gatdamn.

Y'all, Katsuki's so good at eating pussy. Like how does one get that good at eating pussy? I don't even know, but god the way he flicks his hot tongue over your precious, tiny bud before wearing it down like a fucking feed bag? It's unnatural. Like it could be his backup quirk if blowing shit up doesn't work out. You've seen the way he licks his lips when he gets excited, everyone has.* He doesn't even bother swallowing while he's feeding on you so you just be dripping in slick and saliva and he's just slurping away. It's lewd.

*See Exhibit A above.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

You already know this, but I'll say it anyway. His go-to fucking style is fast and rough, dominant and relentless, hard and dirty. But every once in a while he'll want to take you slow and deep and passionate. He'll hold you so tight in his arms and chest, you'll have to tap his shoulder sometimes to let you breathe. And he'll just roll his hips so fucking thoroughly both of you will feel every last inch, his pubic bone rubbing your clit so hard. You've told him so many times how much you love it when he makes love to you like this, but he maybe makes it a rare treat on purpose. 😈 Little shit.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

Quickies are difficult for our boy. It's not that he's against them, it's just that he savors every drop of sensuality, he has a tendency to draw the pleasure out as long as possible. He can’t help it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

The idea of having public sex turns him on, but he's only done it with you a couple of times when he was 10000% sure you wouldn't be caught. He can't risk doing anything that would tarnish his reputation and goal of becoming the #1 Hero. He might be freaky as hell, but he needs a sex scandal like an Alaskan needs a refrigerator.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

He loves you long time. He's a Taurus for fuck's sake (well, Aries/Taurus cuspie, but that just sweetens the deal). Great stamina. Grinds you down like a whetstone. Can last as long as he needs to to ensure you cum for him as many times as it takes for you to beg him to stop. If he feels himself getting too close while you're blowing him, he'll stop you and go down on you instead. If he's inside of you, he'll pull out and start kissing all over your body, sucking, nipping, licking until his urge to cum passes, then he pushes it right back in and keeps going.

If on the off-chance he does cum before you, he'll be ready to go again in about 20-30 mins. Just give him some motivation, he deserves it.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He didn't own any toys when you first got together, but you did. He hated the idea of you using them though, especially when he's right there with you. You've since assured him that you don't want to use them to replace him, but to enhance the pleasure. So now you do use them from time to time.

The first time you managed to coax him into using a toy together, it was a small wireless bullet with a remote. When you brought it out and showed it to him, there was a wild glint in his eye. He carefully inserted the vibrator into you, his cock slowly following suit. He loved the fact that he had complete control over this thing, but later complained because the sensation of it against the head of his cock made him cum too fast. He still wants to use it sometimes though. 😏

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he can be so unfair. He loves teasing you until you're begging him to put his cock inside you. He's not so much into orgasm denial per se; he just loves to hear you beg him for shit - to let you cum, to suck his dick, to stop fucking you when you're overstimmed, etc.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Lol he's fucking LOUD! And he's going to make you cum so hard that you're screaming his fucking name. There was a time when one or both of you lived in an apartment and the neighbors would bang on the wall behind your headboard.

Shit, what sounds does he NOT make? He growls, moans, grunts, groans, yells, swears, fucks you so hard you can hear the wet sound of slapping skin, hell even the bed protests. Another reason he doesn't fuck in public - he can't stay quiet enough to be discreet about it.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Okay, as much of a wild sex beast as he is behind closed doors, he gets embarrassed so easily when your sex life is so much as hinted at around others. It's legit funny how flustered he gets about it.

If he goes into work real tired and Kirishima says, "Hey Bakubro, you look like shit this morning. You and (y/n) stay up too late?" while doing the finger in the hole gesture, Katsuki will just "Shut the fuck up, Shitty Hair, or I'll blast your ass right through that fucking wall!"

Or if you two go out together with friends and the girls are talking about sex-related stuff, Katsuki will just roll his eyes and try to ignore it. But if one of them is all "So, (y/n), does Bakugou ever like accidentally let off explosions while you're doing it?" and you wink and say, "Only when he's especially *cough* frustrated *cough*". Katsuki will go red from his neck up to his hairline and start stuttering, sparks flying from his palms. "H-hey, d-don't tell them sh-shit like that! I-it's none of their god-goddamn b-business, (y/n), what th-the f-fuck?!" Meanwhile, you and the girls are in stitches while he stomps away, just mortified, bless his heart. When you catch your breath from laughing you'll follow it up with, "Looks like tonight's gonna be one of those nights", and you all lose it again.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

As has been mentioned, Bakugou's well-endowed. I figure he's packing about 7.5-8" in length x just under 2" wide. He takes some getting used to, that's for damn sure. Oh, and he's more of a shower than a grower. Like around 6" long x 1.5" wide when flaccid. Katsuki + sweatpants/basketball shorts = swinging dick print, alright sis? Take notes, this motherfucker visibly jumps when he does, class dismissed.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Eh, he's surprisingly not ridiculously horny. Maybe a little above average sex drive? A lot of times hero work just takes it out of him and he comes home utterly exhausted and just needs a soft place to land, and you provide him with all the love and nurturing in your heart. ❤

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

Depends, really, on the time of day and what type of day it's been. If it's late (like past 9pm lol) and he fought more villains than usual that day, he's probs gonna pass out pretty soon after. If it's earlier in the day - especially first thing in the morning - it gets him pumped and almost comically genki.

[apocalypticgargoyle]

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁𝙍𝘼𝙏 𝘽𝙊𝙔 │ 𝙠𝙖𝙧𝙡 𝙟𝙖𝙘𝙤𝙗𝙨 (18+)

◦ request(s):

I’m sorry but I NEED more edgy Karl, I’m literally in love with it <3 I wanna date him so BAD 

More edgy karl where he calls the reader bunny or puppy or a pet name like that 👀👀

◦ pairing: edgy!Karl Jacobs x fm!reader

◦ warnings: nsfw (minors dni), biting, domination, crude language, semi-public sex, asphyxiation, submission, slight degradation, frat boys

◦ word count: 3558

◦ links: ao3, main: genethequeen

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As a reminder, my asks are always open for requests, comments, or just to chat :) Happy reading!

You clicked your phone off, shoving it into your pocket and lifting your eyes to the mumbling crowd of your fellow classmates filing into the lecture hall. Spring break was nearing by the second, and it was obvious that everyone wanted to get in and out as soon as they could. You had previously decided that staying on campus was probably the cheapest and easiest plan for break.

It could only be a coincidence that you would spot the tall, willowy figure you’d tried to reach the week prior to no avail. His eyes were a mirror of grey smoke as his face showed an unhuman-like lack of emotion. You could already tell his headphones were probably blaring in his ears as he cut himself off from the incoherent chatter around him. 

Karl had become almost a constant in your life, the mutual late-night calls and mid-day escape nearly a drug for you as you came to depend on it. It got to the point where you’d casually mention to your roommate you couldn’t meet for lunch because you’d already had your plans with Karl. 

Yet, just as he was installed in your life, he suddenly had dropped away from you. Your once steamy messages had grown cold and vague on his end. No longer would you randomly receive a notification that he was nearby after you got out of a lecture, instead it was radio silence and a close to jaded response. He’d become a ghost in your class, barely making eye contact with you when he once only used to show up to kick your seat. You knew the two of you weren’t anywhere near anything to write home about, yet it was almost uncharacteristic for him to avoid you for as long as he had. 

You swallowed your pride and began to edge through the crowd toward him. As you brushed your fingertips against his hoodie sleeve, it was almost as if your sense of touch had hungered for him too in his absence. You almost instantly wanted to draw the fabric of his jacket around you, enveloping yourself in his scent. He peered at you over his shoulder, removing an earbud and raising an eyebrow at you almost nonchalantly. The crowd parted like the Red Sea around the two of you as he looked down at you. His grey irises swirled to life as you straightened up to lay your dignity at his feet.

His lip was split, something you’d figured had been a result of the dry, changing seasons, until you spotted another bruise on his face, your mind flashing back to him peering up at you from the bathroom floor with his first black eye. This time, his features were dark and stormy, and you’d be lying not to admit that his sulky façade was rather alluring to you. 

You drew in a breath, wondering where your previous confidence had fled. “Are you okay?” Was all you could think to manage, his eyes concentrating on you. 

He let out a short laugh. “Yeah, I’m fine,” he muttered, voice heavy with husk. It was this tone that could send your knees to jelly at any moment. “You miss me, Hancock?” He chided, a sly smirk drawing on his lips. A blush grew on your cheeks, realizing how this probably looked for you. 

You chewed the inside of your cheek, dropping your voice into an almost whisper as to not disrupt anyone walking around the two of you. “Are you ghosting me now?” 

He ran his fingers through his hair, ruffling his dark locks as he bit his bottom lip to avoid laughing at you. His smug appearance was beginning to set fire to your blood. He took a step forward, his arm dropping from lazily holding onto his backpack strap to ghost his fingers over your hand at your side. 

Before you knew it, you were tugging him into the bathroom behind you. 

It was as if someone had flipped a switch and you’d broken out of a daze as Karl’s body intertwined with yours, pinning you beneath him and the plastic stall divider in the bathroom. The two of you were a fumbling mess, tugging at each other’s clothing looking for more friction and something to relieve the tension that had grown between you. You dug your fingers into his hair as he reached down to grip your ass, pulling your hips roughly against his. His tongue slipped into your mouth, the sensation of him closing more distance between the two of you made you want him more. You tugged at his jeans, ready to commit yourself to whatever he wanted.

He pulled away from you, your lips burning without his connection. He swiftly bunched your skirt up at your waist as you quickly unbuttoned his pants.  He wrapped his hand around the back of your knee, hoisting your leg up against his side once again before driving himself into you. You groaned as he filled you up, feeling every inch of him as he retracted from you only to press himself deeper into you. 

He let out a deep moan, his lips finding yours once again as he began to grind against you, snapping his hips against yours to draw out your pleasure. You tugged his bottom lip between your teeth and curled your hips at his movements. Each of his sounds were the equivalent of a reward for you, you wanted to earn his approval and get him off almost more than you wanted yourself to. You were thankful for the slight height difference between the two of you as you wrapped yourself beneath one of his arms to grip onto his shoulder, pulling yourself up against him.

Karl’s hand gripped the top of the stall wall, his hips relentlessly bashing against yours, your mind blurring at each of his movements. Whatever frustrations you had previously encountered were quickly dissipating as your hands dug into Karl’s shoulders, his nose in the crook of your neck as his breath cascaded across your chest. 

The feeling of his tongue ring against your skin was a picture of solitude as you clawed at his clothed back, silently begging him to ravage you. His hand moved to grip your neck, pushing your head back against the plastic wall. His cheeks were flushed red with exertion, his eyes in a hazy smear of lust. His lips melded against yours in a searing kiss, before his teeth moved to dig into your shoulder. “Look at you, begging me to rail you in a public bathroom like a slut,” he chuckled darkly, his breath igniting goosebumps that spread across your body like wildfire. He pressed his lips against the sensitive skin behind your ear before continuing, “I’m sure your colleagues would love to know how submissive you are.” 

He pulled back to make eye contact with you again, wanting to see his effect on you. You groaned as he squeezed his hand, your breath hitching in your throat as he drove himself deeper into you. Seeing his blissed-out, slack-jawed expression alongside his now rapid movements, made stars flash behind your eyes as the urge to cum built within you. He pressed his lips against your flushed cheek as one of his hands returned to the wall behind you, his lips traveling to the crook of your neck as he moved in an upward motion. His newfound momentum sent you clenching around him as you chased your own high, wrapping your leg around his waist. Another moan ripped through your body. 

“God, I love how needy you are for me, bunny,” he almost growled in your ear, sending you over the edge unintentionally. He continued to ride against you, drawing himself to finish as you drew him back to kiss him again in a tangle of lust and bliss. After his release, he rested his forehead against your shoulder as the two of you fought to catch your breath. You almost didn’t want him to pull out yet.

He detached from you reluctantly, the two of you straightening your clothes as you pretended you weren’t struggling to stand on your wobbly knees. Your fingers reached up to touch your sore lips still buzzing from the feeling of his rough touch. You felt colder now as the mix of your and Karl’s fluids ran down your thighs, making you feel even more like he had reminded you who you begged for. 

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You weren’t sure how you found yourself on the doorstep of Karl’s fraternity, but there you were, ringing the doorbell as various members were packing their cars to leave. You knew Karl was still around, but you’d figured a surprise visit wouldn’t hurt. Plus, after a mutual friend of yours spent the morning talking about a party there, your interest was piqued. 

The heavy, wood door popped open, revealing a tall man with broad shoulders. He looked busted up like Karl had previously been. His eyes lit up at the sight of you, straightening up his shirt as if you would care. You sent him a small smile in an attempt to humor him. “Can I help you?” He quizzed in an almost overly polite manner, slicking a hand through his hair. 

You bit your lip slightly. “I’m looking for Karl?” You asked more than stated. Frats were nearly the foil to Karl’s aura. 

The man’s eyes narrowed in disbelief slightly. “Karl?” His brows furrowed as his gaze traced over you again. You wanted to chuckle, thinking about how Karl would react when you would recount this to him later. “Karl Karl? Like… skinny, nail polish-” 

“I’m not sure what’s not clicking for you,” you stated, cutting him off as you sent him an amused look. 

His face dropped slightly, clearing his throat as if he was embarrassed. The man stepped to the side, now speaking at the speed of sound about how close he was with Karl. You nodded along to his words, looking around the grand foyer as he led you further into the house. It felt like there were staircases everywhere and Brothers here and there shoving different articles of clothing into bags like they hadn’t done laundry since winter break. 

In the midst of the last few people leaving the premises, Karl stood in sweatpants with a box of cereal discussing something with another guy. His eyes moved in your direction fleetingly as if he was checking who had come to visit. Seemingly expecting someone’s mother, he didn’t pay any mind to you until you watched the gears in his head click into place and his eyes snapped back to you with an almost bewildered look. “KARL,” the man beside you called to him. Karl handed the box to the guy he was talking to and made his way towards you. A few of the other guys gave you a once-over as they were leaving, something not unnoticed by Karl. 

“What are you doing here?” Karl inquired, fronted and uneasy as he looked around a bit. 

You faked a coy persona. “I figured you needed help packing,” you cooed, sending him a wink. Karl fought not to smirk, opting to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep from saying something back. 

The man beside you moved to wrap an arm around Karl, eyeing you beside him now. Your eyes went wide, flashing a look of confusion to Karl, whose deadpan gaze was cased toward you. “Where have you been hiding her, stud muffin?” The man joked, pinching Karl’s cheek. Karl shrugged him off. 

“Don’t you have a plane to catch?” Karl grumbled, making sure to put himself between you and the man. 

The man laughed. “Is Karl any good in bed?” He directed at you suddenly and off-topic as if it had been burning in his mind since meeting you, making you choke back a laugh. 

“Alright,” Karl muttered, half gesturing you upstairs. 

“Have a good break, Jacobs. Don’t run your mouth while I’m gone,” the man joked, voice dripping with a dark kind of venom. He walked backward slightly before turning and leaving the house. You followed Karl to the second floor, your mind racing with questions yet a sense of pride had fluttered within you at the fact that Karl definitely won whatever fight he and the man had been in previously. You cleared your throat slightly as you followed him down one of the hallways. “Who was that guy?” 

Karl looked back at you slightly. “Just some douchebag that lives here.” You chuckled slightly at his words. “That’s his room,” he stated, lazily pointing towards one of the open doors as he walked. You grabbed his arm, pulling him through the threshold of the guy’s room. The walls were plastered with various trophies and certificates. “What are you up to?” Karl raised, crossing his arms and watching you move around the room. 

“And he just left, right?” You asked, plopping down on the edge of his bed. Karl inhaled deeply as if understanding where you were headed. 

He wet his lips. “Yeah, he took a bunch of the guys home too.” You hummed in response to his answer, running your finger along the design of the duvet. Karl leaned against the open door, peering out to see if anyone else was around, but the noise downstairs had silenced. 

You crawled further onto the bed, laying on your side as you peered up at Karl. “Were you the one that beat the shit out of him?” Karl only shrugged in response, but his eyes were dancing with amusement. “You know, you were kind of mean to me in the bathroom yesterday,” you beckoned, sighing slightly before continuing. “Calling me a slut and whatnot. Is that up to par with the Tri Phi values?” 

Karl snorted. “Kappa Alpha Order actually. We’re a gentleman's fraternity, so historically yes.” You chuckled at his words, shaking your head slightly. You were still rather appalled to find out he was a Brother. 

“That guy was kind of a dick,” you mentioned lightly. A devious smirk threatened to break Karl’s calm exterior. You sat up, kicking your shoes off and letting down your hair. “We should teach him a lesson,” you chided, tugging the flesh of your bottom lip between your teeth as you looked at him. 

Karl crossed his arms, seemingly weighing the consequences of his words. “I don’t know, baby…” He murmured, yet his tone suggested you had already convinced him. 

“Awe, is Todd gonna be upset if you fuck me on his bed? In front of all his stupid high school trophies?” You provoked, making him chuckle darkly. He wet his lips as you sat up, nearly begging him to join you. 

Karl rolled his eyes, kicking the door shut with his foot and climbing over you on the bed. You were quick to top him though, much to his surprise. “You’re a bad influence,” he groaned. He gripped your forearms smugly, pulling your hands to settle on either side of his head. His lips pressed against yours hungrily as if to cleanse your dirty words. 

One of his strong hands slipped against your thigh, grabbing at your ass and urging you to grind against him while the other settled in the crook of your neck. You kissed him brazenly, your need pulsing through your body with your new-found friction. He moved beneath you, smiling against your greedy mouth, knotting his fingers into your hair. You felt him getting harder with each of your movements. You fisted your hands in his jacket as you pulled away from him curling your hips to find your sweet spot. His hand explored your body, gripping your breast as he sucked at the thin skin against your collarbones, moaning into your hair.

God, he wasn’t even inside of you but his encouragement was a high you wanted to ride as long as you could. His fingers dug into your hips and you half hoped he would leave bruises again. You wanted him to mark you. 

You moved to press your lips against his neck, raking your teeth against the sensitive skin. He moaned at your actions, fingers yanking your shirt free from where it was tucked into your pants, giving his hands more roaming space. Each of his groans of approval sent heat to your core and an urgency of wanting more of him. Your hands slipped beneath his sweatshirt, slipping it over his head before he leaned up to capture your lips against his again. You pushed him back onto the bed, pulling your own shirt off as his hands threatened to tug at the lacy material. 

Despite being trapped between your thighs, Karl was still clearly in control of the situation as he ground his hips up against yours. Both your jeans and Karl’s sweatpants were discarded soon after. You went to slip out of your underwear but he stopped you, something you were somewhat thankful for because, frankly, you didn’t wear the set of lingerie for it to just be discarded right away. 

His expression flickered to excitement as your hand instead wrapped around the base of his cock, pumping a few times before you sank onto him, a moan dragging through the both of you. He smiled lazily, his perfect teeth glistening up at you. Veins ran near the tattoo on his neck as his chin tilted up in pleasure as you began to move against him. You ran your fingers into your hair as you bobbed on top of him, your hips rolling against his to draw out ungodly noises from him. He reached one of his hands behind him to grip onto the headboard for some kind of anchor. His other hand dug into your hip, the two of you moving to bring each other closer to climax. 

You rocked against him roughly, driving him deeper into you. You could help but rake your nails down his body, causing goosebumps to litter his chest and a groan to hiss from between his lips. You slowed your pace, only to slide one of your hands up to wrap around his neck. A dark expression clouded behind his eyes as if daring you to proceed with your malicious intentions. Pride swelled within you at the knowledge that you could pleasure him this much. Sure, the two of you usually had great sex, but this time it was you who was drawing it out of Karl. 

You applied pressure and his hand moved to wrap around your wrist, his head tilting back again as his teeth dug into his lower lip, your hips grinding against him slowly, driving him deeper into you. Sweat had begun to pool at his hairline and near his brow, his cheeks reddening from the stimulation. “You’re so hot,” you almost growled, making his eyebrows perk up, a pleasantly praised expression flashing across his features. You rode him harder, making him moan your name as if it were a curse. 

You leaned down, connecting your lips in a searing kiss. Karl pushed himself to sit up, wrapping his arms around you as the two of you reached for your orgasms. His teeth dug into your shoulder as your nails dug into his back. At the new angle, he had found your sweet spot and the tension was beginning to unravel deep within you.  “Fuck, I’m close,” he groaned, almost reluctantly. Your head dropped back slightly as you felt each movement of his shooting electricity through your body. Your fingers moved to drag through his hair, tugging at his locks and invoking a string of raspy moans to fall from his lips.

Your toes curled as you finally reached your orgasm, calling out his name and feeling him release as well, riding out your pleasure. You breathlessly sank further into his arms, his chest rising as he savored the rest of his orgasm. The two of you slumped back against the bed, Karl’s arm resting beneath your head. “I half expected a pin-up on the ceiling, not gonna lie,” you mumbled, your voice jagged. 

Karl laughed. “He moved it downstairs for a party,” he joked. 

“Charming,” you jeered. After a beat of silence, something crept into your mind. “Do you think I’m the only girl to finish in this bed?” 

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Karl’s face break into a smirk. “I’m not sure, I usually only hear him.”

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[oh-for-fic-sake]

Fearfull Proposal

Summary: henry plans a romantic proposal... and instead of coming clean about your secret fear of heights and ruining his romantic plan, you put on a brave face... well until your nearing the top of the london eye.

Warnings: fear, fluff, swearing, typos.

You quivered as you rose higher and higher over londons skyline.

Fuck why? Why the fuck had you got in this dangling glass death trap. A faulty few bolts and you'd be plummeting into the fucking thames!

Henry was standing by the window looking out at the glittering lights in awe.

You were standing with your back turned to the houses of Parliament hands clutching the rail eitherside of you knuckles white. Knees knocking.

God this was the stupidest thing you'd ever fucking done! And it was your own fault.

"Babe, look! God big ben looks soo small never been on this at night"

You hummed nodding but continued looking to the floor.

Henry paused when you didnt correct him with the whole 'big ben is the bell' you usually countered

He turned looking back to you and his stomach dropped.

"Babe? Whoa are you okay there love?" He asked frowning as he saw your eyes clenched shut almost as if you were in pain.

You were trembling and pale to the point he fearded youd pass out.

"Here come sit down and relax, i packed some snacks-" he said placing the specially packed bag of snacks and screw top mini wine bottles.

"No! No I'm fine... I will just stay here... By the saftey bar" you said giggling nervously sparing him a glance and patting the metal you were holding onto for dear life..

Henry faltered and really took in your apperance unsure what to do. It wasn't like he could get you off, you had to ride the ride.

"Babe? Are you scared of heights?"

"Nooo dont be sillyeee- OH MY GOD IM GONNA FUCKING DIE!" you began laughing him off then screamed as the ride stopped.

Instantly you ducked crouching whilst wrapping your arms around the silver bar shouting bloody murder.

It didn't help you were bathed in purple light so couldn't see shit.

Henry got up and rushed to you standing over you arms rounding you holding you securly.

"No, no its fine love... shh its fine baby, they said it could stop to let people on poppet remember?" He said quickly rubbing your sides as you cowered trying to fend off the temptation to look at the thames below.

"Y-yeah fuck hen- im sorry i just..." you mewled turning towards him tucking your head to his chest.

"Scared of heights huh? Why didnt you tell me?" He sighed pressing kisses to your head as you whimpered adn the ride began moving once again.

"Because you went to all this trouble, you planned this surprise and i didnt want to ruin it, you were soo excited" you sniffled blinking at him.

"Hey shh you silly girl, you should have told me. You wouldnt have ruined anything you silly sausage" he cooed winding himself around you tighter.

He was actually annoyed at himself, how the fuck had he not known his girlfriend of a year and a half was scared of heights?

He'd suspected a fear of heights when you both went on holiday for your birthday, but youd managed to convince him it was a fear of flying and planes... not heights.

And come to think of it you didnt even like the glass lifts in shopping centers, you ran to the corner and held on eyes locked onto the doors the entire time.

So this was the worst surprize he could of planned for tonight. Things weren't going to plan. Fuck.

"Babe im sorry" he apologised feeling like an asshole.

"No no dont be, this was extremly sweet bear" you said quickly not wantin to make him feel bad fpr your own short commings.

"Theres noting sweet about terrifying you"

"Do... do you want to sit down? Ill hold you the entire time" he offered peaking to the central bench where both your bags sat.

"I.. yes okay i think sitting will be better" you said then yipped as he prompty scooped you up and placed you in his lap securly.

"Im so sorry love, I just wanted to make this special and romantic" he muttered holding you as close as he could letting you know that you were safe and sound.

"It is! It is love really im just a baby" you said quickly grasping his face pulling him closer before peppering his face with kisses.

"Your not a babe we all have our fears" he said quietly pressing his forehead to yours.

"You dont" you sighed closing your eyes trying to ignore the snails pace of the pod that still rose over london.

You could barely feel it, but your fear amplified it.

"Oh but i do~" he replied peering at you, as yur eyes fluttered open.

"Like what?" The questionnescaped before you could think.

"No" he said eyes now becoming worried, anxiety clouding them.

"No?"

"Yes, at the moment thats my biggest fear" he said releasing a shakey breath as you frowned at him not following but didnt dwell as your ees darted to the side seeing the houses

"You see, i was trying to be all romantic and wait untill we got tp the top, but i think you'll be too terrified"

"Henry?" You said leaning back unsure about the serious tone he seemed to take.

"I brought us here, to the spot we met two years ago today..." he said drawing deeper breaths as the reality of what was about to happen hit him.

"Was it really?" You asked surprized he'd remember something like that. Anniversary? Definitely. But the day you first met? And asked for a selfie with a series of embarrassing squeaks? No you didnt think he'd remember.

"Yep. I remember doing a promo and shoot on this thing, then got off and was sat next to you in wagamama"

"And i squeaked for a selfie" you groaned with a small giggle.

"Im glad you did, i scanned instagram for days after- scouring my hashtag trying to find you... i kicked myself for not getting your number~"

"I still cant belive you did that... but im gld you did henry"

"Who'd have thought the nervous little thing trying not to even breath in my direction would be my girlfriend six months down the line"

"Or that we'd last this long?" You quipped at him trying to reme,ber to breath.

"And.. hopefully a lifetime? Despite me dragging you intoyour actual living nightmare- which i promise to never do again! Not even lifts"

You scowled and tilted your head to him not sure if you heard him correctly.

Untill he pulled the small velvet box from his pocket.

"Henry?! What? You cant be serious?"

"Oh but i am love, as much as i want to do this right and drop to one knee i doubt you'll thank me for releasing you?"

"Dont you dare let me go!"

"I think you'll find im trying to do the opposite~" he chuckled opening the box revealing the simple elegant ring three tiny diamonds.

"Im trying to marry you..."

You gasped eyes glazing over as you locked on to the dainty ring pinched between his fingers.

"I love you y/n, and i want to know if you'd become my wife and share your life with me. Will you marry me?"

"Oh god yes of course its a yes henry i love you bear!" You cried throwing your arms around him making him grunt and quickly clench his fist arohnd the ring before he dropped it.

He groaned into you rocking from side to side littering your head with kisses before peeling you away to sit the ring on your finger.

You looked at the glittering stones on your finger weeping. You may have been cursing yourself for getting into this godforsaken glass bauble in the sky.

But now you were he happiest woman alive.

"I love you bear"

"I love you too"

"Would you like some wine? I brough the little cute bottles you like" he offered nodding to the bag of snacks.

"Err lets not push it hun" you whined not sure wine at this altitude was a good idea.

You kept glancing at him still sniffing and giggleing unable to look from your ring for long.

"Gotcha, no wine"

"You look surprized i said yes?"you quipped needing to talk and take your mind off the fact your at the tippity top.

"I made you face one of your nightmares i thought you'd slap me silly when i ask" he scoffed pressing a kiss to your cheek unable to stop.

"Never love... but please never ever get on this thing again okay?" You pleaded fluttering your lashes at him pleading.

"I swear. Never again, but seeing as this is our one and only ride we should take a few selfies? Mark the occasion?" He said standing letting your feet hit the floor but never once did he let go.

"Absolutly, gotta show off my new fiancé" you hummed rising to share another kiss with him not really paying attention to the height you'd now reached, you had more important things to think about. Like sharing the rest of your life with this glorious man.

"My thoughts exactly" he grinned pulling out his phone aiming it at the two of you, makeing sure to have the hand that rested on his chest donning his ring in shot.

[youarejesting]

Wash Out.22

[Master List]

Banners: @purpleskies1999 Pairings: Dolphintrainer!Taehyung x SharkDiver!Jin,  Mer!Jimin x Reader, Scientist!Namjoon x MerKing!Jungkook, Mer!Yoongi x Mer!Hoseok. Rating: 16+ Genre: Mystery, Romance, Comedy, Drama, Fantasy, little bit of Action, Slice of life, Enemies2Lovers, Friends2lovers, Social media au, Fake Texts, Fake Subs.

Summary: Taehyung and his best friend Y/N are Dolphin trainers at Wash Out; Marine Wildlife and Theme Park. When the nerdy marine biologist and resident veterinarian Doctor Kim Namjoon goes missing; the two friends form a ragtag team with Taehyung’s rival Seokjin and a…. Fish?

[Prev] 

There was no limit to which Taehyung could grieve. But there was a limit to his bank account. The new CEO Tom was a kind man, offering them a chance to mourn their losses and collect themselves before returning to work. There was a small funeral and memorial for Mr Schmidt within the theme park. 

Although the employee’s were respectful they remained impartial to the change of leadership. With new management came more appropriate wages. 

Waking beside Y/n reassured him things would be okay. You were the only reason he got out of bed and Taehyung suspected you felt the same. Uncanny how the two of you were sporting matching puffy eyes and pink tipped noses. Taehyung gave a soft smile, you had been supporting him while he broke down assuring him that Seokjin would return. 

It was time to show Y/n that she had someone to lean on. Knowing you had lost the first person you had developed such a strong bond with. There had been a few before Jimin and there may be more to come, but like magic the two of you had a special kind of love. The rare kind that happens only to few.

Taehyung wondered what you were thinking, if you were really okay, or just saying you were because that's what people wanted to hear. Dressing quietly he noticed you stir out the corner of his eyes. Begrudgingly pulling yourself out of bed and getting ready in the bathroom.

The playful banter on the way to work became silent pondering of thoughts. Hands reaching for one another if those thoughts turned dark. Taehyung was grateful for the company, grateful for the silence. He had no pressure to act like things were okay when they weren’t.

In saying that pulling into the employee parking lot Taehyung cut the engine. Pulling the visor down to look in the mirror, he tested a small smile. Almost foreign and unfamiliar to him, the muscles seemed to have weakened.

How many days had it been? Two and a half weeks later, as the days passed any hope of Seokjin or Namjoon’s return dwindled extensively. 

“Tae, we should go in,” Y/n smiled hand ready on the door handle braced for work like it was war. 

“Yeah, sorry.”

The security seemed awkward greeting them, rightfully so they had been accused of stealing money from the theme park. It wouldn’t surprise them if everyone kept their distance. Dolphins on the other hand seemed to understand their feelings better than humans. Bubbles, Captain, Dolly and her new pup Hopster came up to greet them, sensing their mood and trying to cheer them up with little jumps, squeals and splashes.

It pulled soft genuine smiles from you both, it was mid practice when a voice called from the bleachers behind the show tank. “You know Joonie, I have never seen a dolphin show, but it looks pretty lackluster, the dolphins are doing all the hard work. The instructors don’t really feel committed to the show.”

“I think they have been having a rough week, maybe they might have lost someone close to them.” Namjoon said softly. “You can never know what someone else is going through without asking.”

“Should I go ask them?” Seokjin said, standing and strolling over, the two looked clean and fresh like they had just come back from a vacation and not the bottom of the ocean.

Taehyung had broken down in the water, crying as the dolphins playfully bumped him with their noses trying to stop his tears. You pulled yourself out of the water and ran over, hugging Seokjin. His whines echoing around the small amphitheater.

After practically suffocating Seokjin in a firm hug you pulled Namjoon in as well, he was surprised by the action. Probably because the two of you were never really close but unlike Seokjin he didn’t complain about the wet patches left on his clothes.

Taehyung had practically crawled out of the dolphinarium show tank, the dolphins wiggling on their bellies beside him on the small raised surface. Seokjin walked towards him sorrowful and compassionate, opening his hands for the young dolphin trainer and groaning when he was pulled into the knee deep water. Letting Taehyung clutch him tightly, his complaints ceased when he felt the younger man shaking in his arms.

“It seems you must have been suffering with me gone.” He tried to coax Taehyung’s head from where it had buried into his neck, but it only encouraged him to grasp tighter and bury his face deeper into Seokjin’s chest. “Hey, you can’t be crying like this, you are going to make me sad.”

“I thought you had died,” Taehyung whimpered voice broken and small, his hands clutching the soft sweater fabric pulled tight over Seokjin’s shoulders. Taehyung looked up, eyes wet, puffy and red for yet another time this week. “I thought I lost you, before I had a chance to tell you properly.”

“Tae, I can barely understand what you are saying,” Seokjin wiped his sleeve under Taehyung's nose, “You have to speak clearly, don’t ruin my good pants for nothing.”

Taehyung pulled him forward kissing him passionately. Taehyung was thrilled to have Seokjin back in his arms. He was unable to stop himself from slowly walking backwards more and more until he reached the edge of the water. Seokjin was too distracted by the kiss to realise until it was too late.

Pulling the older man into the dolphinarium and giggling when they resurfaced. “Ya!” Seokjin shouted, “We were going to dinner after this, I was dressed up and everything.”

Taehyung was apologizing, his grin never faltering as he chased a soggy Seokjin back to the locker rooms. The three of you emerged from the change rooms spotting Namjoon standing awkwardly by the entrance.

“Are you ready to go?” Y/n asked, slapping his back playfully, “I hear Seokjin is paying for dinner tonight.” 

“What, you wanted me to come to dinner?” Namjoon said his words, stumbling unsure and confused.

“You don’t want to come to dinner, Namjoonie-Hyung?” Taehyung grinned up at him, before the two of you took Taehyung’s car following Jin’s from the parking lot to the restaurant. It was a small barbeque place, it was a secret treasure known to only a few.

The drinks started flowing. Namjoon seemed awkward at first but he was soon laughing with the rest. “I have never really done this before.” He admitted sheepishly.

“Drank?”

“No, I haven’t had dinner with friends before,” His ears were pink and your smile fell, Taehyung felt like the worst person to ever exist. “I know Jin and I tried but there were always things getting in the way.”

“Hey, we are your friends now, we were just rude idiots. We didn’t know about how cool you were until Seokjin told us how special you meant to him.” Y/n explained pouring him another drink.

“You weren’t rude, I just am really awkward and I know I talk about crabs a lot. It isn’t the most appealing conversation people want to have.” Namjoon waved his hands trying to calm the sad looks around the table, “I am just happy you think of me as your friend.”

Seokjin gasped, pulling a small cloth from his pocket, “Jimin asked me to give this to you.” He placed the cloth in your palm and you opened it slowly. “He got back safely and was definitely worried if you were okay,”

Opening the cloth to reveal a necklace, a cream shell spiraling in a cone shape and in the opening fitting perfectly secure was a gold Pearl. Taehyung leaned over, taking the necklace and helping you secure it around your neck.

~

You were called into work early one morning by Namjoon, he said something was wrong with Dolly and her pup and he needed help. Taehyung was outside and you sleepily let them drive you across town. You were being pushed into the old marine clinic, Taehyung threw you some swimmers and pushed you into the change room.

Moving quickly you followed Namjoon who was talking about the pups condition seriously, “This is our last chance, just go in first and check on how he looks and appearance and then we will begin the treatment, make sure you keep him calm and make him feel safe.”

You nodded, slipping slowly until you were treading water by the catwalk, about to ask a few questions when you were pulled under by the ankle. Confused and scared, you spotted Jimin in the water, his face showing how happy he was to see you. He swam at you grabbing your waist and resurfacing. You started crying and you wiped your eyes laughing and coughing from the water you had partially inhaled in shock.

“I am leaking,” Jimin touched his cheeks and you kissed him happily. 

“How did you get here?” You sniffed, “We have to get you back to the water.”

“Hey, it's all good I have something special with me this time, it allows me to walk on the ground just like you. Our king Jungkook gave it to me. He says I can visit whenever I want, because you are my promised.”

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[cakejots]

this is us trying, Chapter 8 - The Unravel

In this AU, they don’t know each other outside of the suit. And in this AU, Ladybug and Chat Noir love each other. But in this AU, Chat doesn’t want their identities revealed.

Written for @ladynoirjuly 2021

notes: this is a coherent story based on all the prompts; each chapter contains at least 3 prompts. TW for mention of death threats.

Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 | Ch 6 | Ch 7 | Ch 8 | Ch 9 | Ch 10

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24. Rewrite the stars

With how he reacted to those online comments about Marinette a few days prior, Adrien legitimately thought he was going to throw another fit again. But as always, Marinette’s closeness managed to distract him from the negative and made the ‘task’ bearable.

“Go to hell? I’m sorry but who are you to tell me what to do?” She dismissed the comment. “You think I’m just gonna listen to you? People who send these kinds of messages clearly need help.”

He snorted. “Don’t let it get to you, Buguinette.”

“Ah no no,” she shook her head. “It’s just… I can’t understand why they have the need to send this kind of stuff to other people.”

Marinette moved on to other comments within the hashtag page and saw quite a handful of positive comments. She would even go as far as to say that people are generally supportive of their relationship.

There was just a very loud and obnoxious minority that stood out everywhere. It was no wonder Adrien got that infuriated, she wasn’t feeling the best either when she read what people had written about him.

“Chaton?” She stopped scrolling, taking a break before her anger got the better of her. “You’ve gotten quiet. Something on your mind?”

“Uhh, yeah.”

“Wanna talk about it?” She put down her phone and moved to sit beside him, combing her fingers through his hair. “You’ll feel better if you do.”

Adrien leaned against her palm and closed his eyes. “I feel better already.”

She chuckled when he started purring. “Do you wanna stop for a while? Your hair’s so smooth and I honestly think I can do this for the rest of the day.”

“Ahh, that is so very tempting, my lady,” he opened his eyes and pouted. “But at last, this can’t be put off any longer.”

She continued massaging his scalp. “Hmm?”

“The management wants me to make a public apology and… and break up with you to save the company’s image.”

Marinette went rigid with her ministrations.

He quickly wrapped his arms around her and kissed her temple. “Obviously I’m not going to do that. You wound me if you think I’ll do that, Marinette,” he joked.

“Ahh no.” She hugged and leaned against him. “It’s not you. I— I’m just appalled that they’d demand you to take such a drastic move.”

He shrugged. “The company’s image suffered a huge blow when the Agreste Scandal happened. It has only been around six months since then, and now they have to deal with another.”

She nodded and tightened her grip on him. “So what will you do, Adrien?”

He smoothed her arm and nosed her hair. “To hell with them.”

“But—”

“I finally found you, I’m not going to let you go,” he grinned.

A rosy pink hue settled itself on Marinette’s cheeks. Even when she’s already his, Adrien never stops to let her know how special she is to him. She pulled back to hold his gaze while her thumb brushed against his cheek.

“What if they dismiss you?”

Fire lit in his eyes. “I’m going to do what makes me happy, what makes us happy. I’m not going to apologise for my love for you.”

Warm and fuzzy feelings filled her chest as he settled on what he planned to do. Adrien has come so far, and Marinette was more than happy to allow him the agency he desperately needed.

“You’ll rewrite the stars, huh?”

“I’ll rewrite the stars.”

Marinette pulled him close—

“Then I’ll be here supporting you every step of the way.”

—and gave him a long and earnest kiss on the lips.

25. De-transformation

Adrien was hiding half his body behind the door that leads to Marinette’s room. She had her full attention on the task on hand that she didn’t realise he was at the entrance watching her from afar, much like how a kitten observes their human. Adrien really admired how focused Marinette can be sometimes. But right now, he wished that she wasn’t that fixated on whatever she’s doing.

Despite his resoluteness on what to do with the scandal earlier on, Adrien was feeling stressed about it now. They had agreed that he would release a statement to address the scandal tomorrow, and it’d just be a couple of sentences from him, along with a photo of them in his mansion, to really sell to the public that they aren’t fooling around and that she has been staying with him for a while now.

The kiss they had shared earlier did tons to calm his nerves. He could never get enough of the thrill whenever they kissed, it was just that addictive to him. Her alluring lips, curious and exploring hands, the tiny sounds she made, and how she felt within his arms were the only things that mattered.

But that was a few hours ago, right after he came to a decision on what to do. They parted ways afterwards for Adrien to draft his statement, and it looked really good at first. But the more he read and thought about it, the more he felt like they’d face more backlash if he were to put that statement out. His anxiety was returning and he needed to take a breather.

Which was why he was standing at Marinette’s door right now. He really wanted another kissing session with Marinette, but he doesn’t want to push his boundaries either. He figured a rooftop run would help him to loosen up and take his mind off of the drafted statement for now. But he didn’t want to do it alone either.

Adrien stared at Marinette’s back. He felt really bad for disturbing her. He really did. But…

“Marinette?” He called out softly.

She lifted her head to look back at her door, only to see Adrien concealing half his body behind her door. She frowned and briskly walked towards him. “Adrien! What’s wrong?”

He came out of his hiding and averted his gaze “C-Can we go for a rooftop run for a while?” He rubbed the back of his neck. “I’m starting to feel a little overwhelmed.”

She petted and stroked his hair. “Of course! Let’s go!”

Adrien gave her a radiant smile.

.

The rooftop run, sadly, wasn’t as helpful as he had fancied. All he had to do was run… on rooftops which he had been running on for the last 6 years. He could even do it with his eyes closed. His mind was not preoccupied with anything else and his thoughts kept going back to the scandal.

Chat dash towards the top of the Eiffel Tower.

“De-transformation.”

He walked towards the edge of the platform and stared at the city underneath his feet. At least he was still able to admire the view. He sat down, hugged his knees and closed his eyes to enjoy the breeze…

Only to be pulled back by a pair of arms around his waist.

“Adrien! What were you thinking?” Ladybug shook his shoulders when he faced her.

“No, no! I wasn’t doing anything!” He waved his hands. “I was just trying to distract myself.”

Ladybug frowned. “Then why de-transfrom? You can enjoy the view as Chat Noir, can’t you?”

He avoided her eyes. “I-I wanted to feel the breeze.”

She pursed her lips. “You said you wanted a distraction? Something to occupy your mind?”

Adrien nodded.

Ladybug stood and brought him to his feet, smiling. “How about a game or two of Mecha Strike with the gamer pro herself?”

He raised an eyebrow.

“I assure you that you’ll be needing that mind of yours to defeat me,” she declared triumphantly.

“You won tournaments?”

“Duh. Now come on! Transform and let’s go!”

“Buguinette,” he called out as he transformed. “I’ll have you know I didn’t only spend my time at home studying.”

Ladybug threw her yo-yo and a smirk at him. “Then may the best player reign once and for all!” And she jumped off the edge.

Chat followed suit, anticipating the game battles they have for the night.

26. Reveal

They had no idea how it happened. No, they were lying if they said that. They knew how it happened. They just didn’t expect it to unfold the way it did.

The mecha strike matches they had after they arrived back at Marinette’s home did tons to ease Adrien’s nerves. His mind was full of battle strategies to take her down, but she always managed to outsmart him. She wasn’t Ladybug for nothing. She truly is the Reigning Queen of Mecha Strike.

After they had established their respective status in the world of Mecha Strike, Marinette hoped to put Adrien’s mind at peace entirely. He has his way with words and has written beautiful love poems for her. There’s no way the statement he wrote was horrible.

And so she asked to see it; and he gave it to her, because Adrien fully believes in her word for this. He knows that Marinette would never lie about how she felt about the things he pens down.

She gave her smile of approval, and even commented on how sweet it was. She was confident that it’d sway the hearts of haters in the right direction.

And those were very comforting words. Not only has he accomplished proclaiming his love for her to the world, but he also might possibly increase the appeal of their relationship.

Later, they went to bed, peacefully.

When the time came to finally reveal their relationship to the world, they discreetly made their way back to the Agreste mansion, transformed of course.

Marinette suggested taking their picture in his kitchen to really sell the domestic lifestyle to the public, and Adrien agreed. But as they were deciding on the perfect picture to post along with the statement, Adrien started panicking again.

And so did Marinette. (She didn’t have a lot to work with in his mansion.)

Then, she suddenly recalled that being surrounded by soft things could help, that was how she calmed down when she was younger after all. She felt better just by enveloping herself in her blanket and soft toys.

So she pulled him into his room and pushed him onto his bed, remembering how soft it was, and slowly ran her hand through his mane to coax him into lying down. But all Adrien did was close his eyes.

Her other hand landed on his shoulder to push, but didn’t manage to make him budge at all as she was pulled into his lap, coming face to face with him.

Marinette was startled by his actions and stopped her ministrations. But he began rubbing his head against her palm, and she continued. She also started caressing under his chin with her fingers.

He opened his eyes lazily to gaze at her; so did she.

And Adrien gently held her face to bring their lips together, after he saw in her eyes what was most likely in his as well.

Marinette didn’t hesitate this time, fluttering her eyes close and wrapping her arms around his neck to bring him closer, to bring herself closer to him. She released a tiny whimper when Adrien’s hand suddenly landed on the small of her back, drawing her in to close the non-existent gap between them.

There was just something different about this kiss. Adrien’s heartbeat wasn't thundering as hard as he thought it would be, and a wave of calmness washed over him as they continued moving their lips against the other. His thumb stroked her cheek, to invite her to continue for as long as she liked.

Marinette’s hand shifted towards his hair and grabbed, pushing herself further into his face, and Adrien groaned before grinning against her lips. Marinette soon followed suit before she pulled back, but couldn’t go far as she was literally caged within his embrace.

“What’s so funny?” She opened her eyes and beamed.

Adrien moved in to kiss her nose. “Nothing. Just, thank you,” and he smooched her forehead.

“Trust me, this helped me as much as it helped you,” and she pressed her lips to his cheek.

Marinette caressed his other cheek. “Ready to post that statement and shut the haters up once and for all?”

A glint shone in Adrien’s eyes. “Oh, definitely.”

They moved to sit comfortably on his bed and Adrien copied his statement from his notes, the photo already chosen and sitting on the post, waiting to be sent out.

“You know, this feels very much like a blog post. I’ve never written this much on this account before.”

“SHIT!”

Adrien jumped and looked at her full-blown eyes. “What? What’s wrong?”

She swiftly placed her hand on his. “Chaton, before you post that, I need to let you know that it was my best friend who informed me about what happened to you last week.” She scratched her head. “That’s how I was able to get to you, even though it took quite a while.”

Adrien was visibly confused. “O...kay?”

“And she actually asked for an update on the situation.”

He finally caught on. “Oh! Tell her then! Give her the update she deserves.” He chuckled. “Thank you so much, Marinette’s best friend!”

Her kitty’s so cute when he’s elated. “She… um, s-she wants to know about how we met and stuff.” Marinette glimpsed at him. “How do you want to deal with that?”

“Well, that’d be hard, wouldn't it?”

“Well, we can't use anything related to fashion right?” She said, matter-of-factly. “Since she knows that I wanted to intern at Gabriel and the chance went poof with the final battle…”

“Why not tell her the truth?”

“What?!”

He shrugged. “I mean, the threat is gone. I don't see why not?”

She smiled. “Adrien, honey, my best friend is Alya.”

“Uhh, she... has a nice name?” He tilted his head.

“She’s Alya Cesaire!” She shook his shoulders. “She’s the lady blogger! She’ll flip if she learns that I'm Ladybug!”

“Oh.”

“So there’s no way.”

“What an interesting turn of events,” he simpered. “How about telling her that I don't want people prying into my life?”

“That’s not fair to her,” she pouted.

“Then how about the bakery?” He threw in another excuse.

“Huh?”

“You work in the bakery sometimes, right?” He clarified.

She furrowed her brows. “But I've never seen you at the bakery.”

“Neither did she,” he pointed out, “so maybe we can use that?”

Her face lit with comprehension. “Oh my gosh, Adrien! You’re a genius!”

“We can go with the typical ‘well, we met one day at the bakery, and the rest was history’ kinda sharing.” Adrien gesticulated a rainbow curve with his hands.

Marinette giggled. “I’ll call her now.”

“You two are so sickeningly sweet, you know that?” Alya’s voice echoed through Marinette’s phone.

“Thank you!” Adrien replied, the post still sitting on the edit page.

“So how are you guys gonna deal with the scandal?”

“Adrien will be releasing a statement to address it,” Marinette replied this time.

“Ooo, a reveal huh? When are guys doing it?”

“Now, ehe,” and Marinette gave the okay signal for Adrien to release the statement.

“Marinette!” Alya screamed. “What the hell!”