#how far i can go w a short sleeved shirt

[pirunika]

putting on my uniform over my pyjama top is so middle school coded...but im Cold ok

[circe69]

imagine arm wrestling w ghost help! (,,>﹏<,,)

"you sure you can take me?" you tried to ignore the innuendo and rolled up your sleeves confidently as ghost's inked forearms revealed themselves, settling on the table in front of you.

"yeah, for sure." your voice was nothing short of scared, but you were secretly excited. so what if everyone had already gotten a turn holding his hands? you were going to savor it anyway, the feeling of his fingers around yours, the callouses so tough they could almost scrape your skin. but you wanted it all.

you placed your shaking elbow a few inches away from his, trying not to make eye contact, or swallow too loudly as his grin stretched across his teeth.

"mmkay, well," ghost paused to firmly grasp your frail hand in his large one, "what do i get if i win?"

his voice was enough to make your knees buckle, snap in half. it was far too enticing for him to be where he was. you tried to collect yourself before opening your mouth again, "um, i guess-"

you were interrupted soap's booming voice, "all right, chums, enough small talk. 3, 2, 1, go!"

ghost held eye contact with you as his grip tightened on your hand, his veins popping out almost immediately and biceps almost ripping through that stupidly thin t-shirt.

you tried to maintain as much strength as you could; to fight his superpower-like arms and to try to stop watching his entire body activate every part of his muscles, but you quickly failed. ghost pushed your hand down to the table while your entire troop cheered for the both of you.

your lungs filled back with air again, and you realized you must've held your breath through the whole thing. you'd make a show about how annoying it was that they all dragged you into this, when really, all you wanted was to do it again.

"okay bug, what do i get?" ghost said after circling the table and making his way over to you.

your hands were firm on your knees, you were hunched over and panting like you'd just ran a marathon. "that wasn't fair, i put lotion on before that," you said, waving a hand in front of ghost.

his finger slowly made his way to your chin, tilting it up and forcing you to look at him. your breathing slowed, your heartbeat slowed, time slowed, everything slowed. "i said, what do i get?" he asked again, this time with more force behind his quiet whispers. at this point, your face was inches away from his, and his eyes were stuck on your pouted, glossy lips, almost begging for you to do awful things with them.

you decided to tease him some more, "mm, $5?" your smile made his eyebrows furrow, trying to act annoyed but in reality, he was taking a mental snapshot of how beautiful you were.

all the sudden, something in him snapped, and he threw you over his shoulders as if you weighed nothing. despite your yelps and playful cries for him to put you down, the only response you received was a playful smack and squeeze on your butt.

ghost walked out of the dining hall with you over his shoulder, and into his room where he'd be paid in full for his victory.

[soaringthroughthegalaxy]

Hi. Can you write something spicy with Wrecker x f! reader with the prompt 62. “Is that my shirt?” Maybe reader needs new clothes during a mission and she forgets her spares on Kamino, leading her to wear Wrecker's. She takes advantage of the situation to tease him a little, but we know Wrecker is a little innocent, until Crosshair opens his eyes.. "If you don't fu** her, I will." 😂

Hi,

Thank you so much for this request, I absolutely loved writing it!

What's Mine is Yours

While working on a mission on Corellia, a clothing mishap leads to much more than you anticipated.

Pairing: Wrecker x F!reader

Word count: 4.2k

Rating: 18+ MINORS DNI!

Warnings: accidental clothes sharing, reader described as busty, lewd comment as motivation (one guess who it comes from…), confession of feelings, idiots in love, first kiss, oral (f!receiving), face sitting, fingering, semi-clothed sex, unprotected PiV, squint for size and strength kink.

“Where the hell is it?” You huff, hands scrambling through your backpack as you pull out your belongings, scattering them across the dresser in the dingy hotel room.

You and the boys had been sent to Bela Vistal, a small mountain city on Corellia. The Jedi had caught wind of a shady auction, with whispers of a Holocron up for grabs. It was your job as a squad to scope the place out, gather as much intel as possible, and strike and extract the Holocron if the opportunity presented itself.

By now, you’re used to working with limited information. As a civilian handler, it was your job to fill in the blanks and help the boys with anything they needed to successfully complete their missions – something you’d spent over a year doing remarkably well at. Today that had included wandering around the city with Tech, pretending to be together – out of them all, his appearance was less likely to arouse suspicion. You’d conversed politely with market vendors and cantina owners, asking subtle questions to discover more about the auction.

Ultimately, it had been a fruitless endeavour, and the pair of you had returned to the hotel as the sun had been setting, food in hand. You’d excused yourself after eating, slipping back into your room via the door connecting the two rooms you’d rented for a quick shower.

And now here you were, furiously rifling through your belongings for a clean shirt. You’d packed one; you swore you had. Fingers finding soft fabric, you let out a small noise of triumph, prying the material from your backpack. Towel falling to the floor, you shimmed on a clean pair of panties and some sleep shorts before dragging on the top. Only once it was over your head did you realise something was off. Either you’d suddenly lost a lot of weight or…

Scrambling for the neckline, you twist and turn until you can see the tag and the large ‘W’ sewn into it. “Dank farrik.” You mutter, teeth sinking into your lower lip at the realisation that you’d somehow packed Wrecker’s shirt instead of your own.

Taking a deep breath, you looked at yourself in the mirror on the back of the fresher door. The oversized garment hit mid-thigh, the sleeves extending far beyond your hands. The only saving grace was that your boobs took up enough room that it gave the shirt a little bit of shape. You couldn’t help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation.

The thought of going out into the field wearing Wrecker’s clothing was hilarious, but your laughter soon subsided as you really looked at yourself. Oversized it might be, but it almost…suited you. And though it was clean, you lifted the collar to your nose and inhaled, picking up on a sweet scent that seemed to linger on all of Wrecker’s belongings.

You’d found great comfort in that scent over the last few months, drawn towards Wrecker and his infectious grin. Lips tugging into a smile, a tender warmth spread through you as you thought about the countless times Wrecker had been there to lighten the mood with his quips and laughter and how his protective nature made you feel secure amid the uncertainties of life.

The realisation of what your feelings meant hit you like a wave, and as you stood there, a myriad of emotions swirled within you. The laughter that had filled the room moments ago was replaced by a soft, introspective silence. As you continued to gaze at yourself in the mirror, you couldn’t help but acknowledge the depth of your connection with Wrecker. It went beyond the professional companionship forged across dangerous missions. It was something more personal, something that had quietly grown amidst the chaos of your work.

“Oh, kriff…” You whisper, staring at your own wide-eyed reflection. The sound of a knock on the connecting door interrupts your thoughts. Startled, you turn towards it, momentarily forgetting about the shirt you were wearing. Smoothing down the fabric, you move across to open the door, revealing Hunter.

“Thought you might’ve drowned.” He quips as the door opens; your showers never usually take so long. Gaze dropping down, Hunter takes in the sight of you, chuckling. “Well, looks like you’re drowning, alright.”

“I must’ve grabbed the wrong shirt in our hurry to leave Kamino.” You admit sheepishly, feeling warmth in your cheeks as Hunter steps aside, revealing you to his brothers.

To his credit, Tech offers you a reassuring smile while Crosshair snorts in amusement. But it’s Wrecker’s reaction that catches you off guard the most.

Wrecker’s eyes widen as his gaze rakes down your body. “I-Is that my shirt?” He asks, swallowing thickly. Heat creeps across his cheeks as he admires you, the curves of your body making it look entirely different than it did on him. He can feel the heavy thud of his heart, and for a moment, the room is filled with an almost tangible tension. Wrecker stands frozen, his eyes locked onto you.

“Yeah, I, uh, must’ve grabbed it by mistake.” You stammer, suddenly feeling self-conscious under his intense gaze.

Wrecker blinks, tearing his eyes away from you to glance at Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair. Hunter raises an eyebrow, clearly finding the situation entertaining but not commenting further. Tech adjusts his goggles, a knowing glint in his eyes, while Crosshair smirks, thoroughly amused. Clearing his throat, Wrecker manages to break the silence. “Well, it looks... good on ya.”

The sincerity in his voice surprises you, and you catch a flicker of something in his eyes that you can’t quite place. You give a nervous laugh, trying to diffuse the awkwardness. “Thanks, Wreck. I’ll wash it and get it back to you.”

“Nah, keep it.” He says quickly, almost too quickly. “Looks better on you anyway.”

The room falls into another awkward silence as Wrecker scratches the back of his head, unsure how to navigate the sudden shift in the atmosphere. It’s rare to see the big, boisterous man at a loss for words.

Hunter, always the pragmatist, breaks the tension. “Alright, enough of the fashion show. We’ve got a mission to focus on.”

The seriousness of the mission looms over the room, momentarily overshadowing the awkwardness. You gather around the table, holomaps of the city and your datapads spread out as you discuss the action plan.

As the discussion progresses, Wrecker finds his eyes straying to you often, trying to commit the vision of you in his clothes to memory, the way it drapes over your frame and the subtle scent of your shampoo that he knows will linger on the garment now too.

The realisation hits him like a ton of bricks – the feelings he’s been trying to suppress, the concern that goes beyond the missions, the warmth he feels when you’re around – it’s all there, staring him in the face.

Wrecker clears his throat again, attempting to focus on the plan you’re all hashing out, not the crazy beating of his heart. He chimes in enthusiastically, but his mind keeps drifting back to you. As the planning continues, Wrecker catches the knowing look Tech throws him. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, trying to concentrate. He wonders if you feel the same, if the newfound awareness is mutual.

Finally, the planning ends, and with your usual round of goodnights, you’re back in your room, the connecting door firmly shut. Only once you’re gone does Wrecker feel like he can breathe again.

“Real subtle there, big guy,” Hunter comments, giving Wrecker’s shoulder a pat as he passes him.

“What?” Wrecker questions, playing dumb. He’s not quite ready to admit his feelings to his brothers; he’s just starting to come to terms with the recent revelation.

None of them are fooled. Tech reaches up, adjusting his goggles. “You were admiring her quite intently.” He points out.

“I would, too, if she were wearing my shirt.” Crosshair chimes in, leaning back on the small couch in the room, propping his feet up on the table as he feels Wrecker’s eyes narrow in his direction. “But hey, if you won’t kriff her, I will.” He comments, unafraid to poke the bear.

In sync, Hunter and Tech facepalm.

A flash of anger courses through Wrecker. “You wouldn’t.” He growls, hating the very idea. 

“Wouldn’t I?” Crosshair goads. “She’s a pretty little thing. Bet she’d looked even prettier underne-“

“Hey!” Wrecker’s sharp shout cuts him off. “You don’t talk about her like that. She deserves better, and I won’t let ya disrespect her. Not when she’s the best thing to happen to us in a long while and always lookin’ out for us.”

Amusement curls at Crosshair’s lips. Truth told, forcing those words out had been horrible – he respected you too much – but it had given him the ammunition he needed to make his point. “Hm, sounds like you might have some feelings there, Wrecker.”

Realising he’s been caught in one of his younger brother’s traps, Wrecker groans in frustration, shooting Crosshair a glare that bounces straight off him. With a sigh, Wrecker’s shoulders sag, and he glances over his shoulder towards the connecting door to your room.

Worry curls through him. He did have feelings for you, that much he’d realised, but he wasn’t sure how you felt. The thought of making things awkward or disrupting the dynamics of the squad by introducing personal feelings weighed heavily on Wrecker’s mind.

Hunter picks up on his brother’s internal struggle. “Wrecker, if you’ve got something to say to her, just say it. We’re all adults here. We’ve faced worse than admitting feelings.”

Wrecker sighs. “I just don’t wanna mess things up, y’know? What if she don’t feel the same way, and it makes things weird?”

Tech chips in with his usual logical perspective. “Statistically speaking, relationships formed within a close-knit team can enhance cooperation and overall performance. Emotional bonds can be beneficial.”

Wrecker shoots Tech an incredulous look. “You suggestin’ I tell her I like her ’cause it’s statistically beneficial?”

Tech pushes his goggles back up his nose. “I am merely presenting a logical argument in favour of expressing one’s emotions.”

A noise of frustration slides from Crosshair’s lips, and he pushes himself off the couch. Grabbing Wrecker by the arm, he drags him over to the connecting door, banging his fist against it a few times. “She was eyeing you up, too. Don’t overthink. That’s Tech’s job.” He insists, returning to the couch, shaking his head while muttering about Wrecker’s lack of game.

Hearing you say the door was unlocked, Wrecker takes a deep breath before pushing it open, sliding into your room, letting it click shut behind him.

With Wrecker gone, Hunter, Tech, and Crosshair exchange glances before arranging themselves on the couch to play Sabacc. “You swapped her shirt out of her pack,” Hunter comments as Tech deals the deck, his eyes darting over to Crosshair.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Crosshair doesn’t bother answering; instead, he picks up his cards. Hunter couldn’t prove anything.

Looking up from the dresser, where you’d been trying to organise your belongings back into your backpack, you smile at the sight of Wrecker standing with his back pressed to the door. “Hey, Wreck. Everything okay?” You ask, abandoning your repacking to give the gentle giant your full attention.

Wrecker’s heart pounds in his chest as he steps further into your room, the weight of the revelation he’d shared with his brothers settling in his chest. He grapples with the best way to express his feelings to you, scratching the back of his neck out of nervous habit.

“Uh, yeah, everything’s fine.” He mumbles, avoiding direct eye contact for a moment. “I, um, just wanted to talk to ya about somethin’.”

You tilt your head curiously, a small smile playing on your lips. “Sure. What’s on your mind?”

Wrecker took another deep breath, his gaze finally meeting yours. “Well, it’s about... us. I mean, you and me. I’ve been feelin’ things, and I just gotta say it. I really like you. I like ya a lot.”

The sincerity in his voice is unmistakable, and your heartbeat quickens in response. Surprise paints your face, delight seeping into your veins that your feelings were returned – that he’d come here to share them with you.

“Wreck.” You begin, your voice soft. “I’ve... I’ve been feeling the same way. I just didn’t know how to say it.”

Relief washes over Wrecker’s features, and a wide, genuine smile spreads across his face. “Really?” he asks as if confirming that he wasn’t dreaming.

You nod, your own smile mirroring his. “Really.”

Wrecker chuckles nervously. “Well, guess Crosshair wasn’t entirely wrong about us eyein’ each other up.”

Your jaw drops a little. You’d thought you were being subtle, but you should’ve known the man with super-human vision would catch you out.

Wrecker takes a step closer, gently cupping your face in his large hands, his eyes searching yours for any sign of hesitation. “I’m not great with words, but I really do care about ya.” He confesses.

“I care about you too, Wreck. And you don’t need to be great with words.” You reply, your eyes locked with his. “Actions speak louder.”

“Then let me show ya.” Wrecker murmurs, head dipping down to kiss your lips tenderly. Large hands move to rest on your hips, pulling you closer. One of your hands finds home at the nape of his neck, keeping his lips against yours as the other settles on his upper arm.

You taste like heaven, like everything Wrecker has ever wanted and dreamed about. His grip on you tightens ever so slightly, but he’s cautious, not wanting to accidentally hurt you. The kiss breaks a moment later, eyes locked on one another as you pull apart, chests heaving. Desire swirls in your gaze, and Wrecker wants to worship you. But he’s conflicted – is this too soon? Do you want this too?

Palms smoothing across Wrecker’s body, you take his hands in your own, walking backwards the few steps to the bed. Sinking to sit on the edge of it, you guide Wrecker down with you, a thrill zinging through you as he wraps an arm around your middle and hauls you further up the bed before settling above you. With one hand supporting most of his weight, you marvel at how warm and broad he is, your body hidden under his as he presses against you, lips finding yours again for a searing kiss.

You’re so small beneath him, so delicate and so pretty, with your hair fanned across the sheets, your beautiful eyes looking up at him with such adoration. Wrecker can’t resist kissing you again, savouring your shared feelings. Tentatively, his hand roams to your thighs, large palm smoothing across soft skin, creeping up, ruching his shirt as his fingers skim under the edge of your sleep shorts.

The gentle touch makes your breath stutter, a low noise sliding from your lips, muffled by the kiss.

Wrecker pulls back, watching as your eyes flutter open. “Too much, babe?” He asks quietly, unsure whether the noise is good and not wanting to push too much.

Shaking your head, you lean up to pepper kisses across his jawline. “More. Please.” You ask, heat building in your belly.

Thrilled, Wrecker breaks out into a grin, shivering as your hands pry his shirt up and off his body. Your fingers fan over his bare chest, tracing every muscle and scar. His pants are next to be discarded, your sleep shorts joining them on the floor before your lips meet again in a needy kiss. Your panties go, followed by his boxers, but as you go to remove his shirt, Wrecker’s fingers still the action.

“Leave it on, babe.” He admits, a flush on his cheeks. There was something so intrinsically hot about you wearing his clothes.

A noise of delight leaves you, followed quickly by one of surprise as Wrecker rolls you both, placing himself beneath you. Straddling him, it’s impossible to ignore the press of his thick, hard cock. It feels enormous, and you’re almost afraid to look down.

Thankfully, you’re spared as Wrecker grabs your ass, huge hands dwarfing it as he hauls you up his body.

Wrecker groans, hands squeezing as he draws you further up. “Want you to sit on my face, babe. Lemme eat that pretty pussy before I kriff ya.”

Heat strikes through you, pussy clenching around nothing at Wrecker’s request. “I-I don’t wanna suffocate you.” You worry as you’re lifted over his face, knees on either side of his head. Warmth blossoms across your cheeks as he stares right at your cunt.

“Ya won’t. And even if you do, what a way to go.” Wrecker growls, tongue darting out to wet his lips as he gazes up at your pussy. Gently, he encourages you down, groaning in satisfaction as you rest lightly against his face – nose and mouth brushing against your slick folds. “That ain’t sittin’.” He grumbles as he notices you trying to hold up some of your weight. Using a little more of his strength, he pulls you down until you’re firmly against his face, his nose pressed to your clit as his tongue laves over your entrance.

“Oh, hells…” You cry out, holding onto the headboard with one hand while the other lands on Wrecker’s head. That first lick of his tongue had felt incredible.

Wrecker feasts, your pussy his new favourite meal. The taste of you fills his mouth, and he moans, dragging his nose across your clit, tongue sloppy as he laves at you before pointing it and pressing it into your hole. He takes a breath whenever he can, drawing the flat of his tongue up through your folds to flick across your clit, lips latching around the sensitive bud so he can suck on it, brushing his tongue over it at the same time.

White hot pleasure is all you can feel, hips rocking as you ride his face, chasing your high. Your hand strokes across his head, fingers gliding over scarred skin. “Kriff, Wreck. Yes. Just like that.” You encourage, pleasure building quickly.

The stretch catches you off guard, two of his thick fingers pressing into you, crooking, as his mouth focuses on your clit. Head thrown back, his name falls from your lips as you come, thighs shaking and pussy spasming around his fingers as the pleasure rolls through your body.

Working you through the high, Wrecker gently pries his mouth off your clit, fingers slowly scissoring as he stretches you out a little more now that you’re more relaxed. He knows he’s big, and the last thing he wants is to hurt you.

Your hips roll slowly, grinding lazily against his face once again as he continues working you open, another thick finger joining the two already buried inside you. Biting down on your lower lip to muffle your moan, the trembles from your orgasm subside.

Fingers slip from you, hands finding your hips. Lifted, you’re moved back down Wrecker’s body until he can kiss you, mouth and chin covered in your juices. You gasp at the taste, at the way his tongue presses into your mouth, and you lazily make out.

Slowly you draw apart; Wrecker’s fingers that weren’t buried in your pussy move to push your hair out of your face tenderly.

The throb between your thighs intensifies, and you lift your hips, shifting until you can grind down against Wrecker’s cock. The rumble in his chest does funny things to your inside, and you smile. “I wanna ride your cock, too.” You state sweetly, enjoying the delight that flares in Wrecker’s eyes.

Scooting back just a little so you rest on his thighs, you drag your gaze from his face to finally take in his cock. It’s much thicker than any you’ve seen before – in person and on the holonet – and longer than average.

He curves a little to the right, the tip flushed a deep red, a bead of pre-cum in the slit. Taking him in hand, his groan reverberates through the room, and you can’t help but dip down to lap at him, the tang on your tongue dragging a sound from you that Wrecker echoes.

Your fingers don’t touch around him, and for a moment, you worry you won’t be able to take him. Shuffling forward a tiny bit until you’re back in your previous position, you line him up with your entrance, pressing just the tip in, and slowly start to sink down, letting gravity do the work.

Wrecker’s pretty sure he’s shaking – from anticipation or barely-there control, he’s not sure. All he does know is that his hands are wrapped around your hips to help guide you but not force you down, and inch by agonising inch, his dick is slowly being enveloped in the heat of your pussy.

The stretch burns a little, even after an orgasm and three fingers working you open. Taking your time, you let out deep breaths as you sink down until you’re finally flush, feeling fuller than ever. 

“Stars above, Wreck.” You pant, holding his gaze as you adjust to the feeling. His jaw is clenched, soft brown eyes looking at you with such profound adoration, like he can’t quite believe this is happening. His hands on your hips slide upward, under the edge of his shirt, until he’s grasping at your waist.

Steadily, you give a small roll of your hips, rising ever so slightly before sinking back down. The action pulls a moan from you, Wrecker’s head tilting back against the bed, his groan mingling with your needy sounds. Finding a rhythm, you lean back a little, hands resting on his muscular thighs as warmth builds in your belly with every rise and fall. The burn of the stretch dissolves into pleasure.

Chin tilting down, Wrecker watches as you ride him, how your lips part with every little whimper and sigh, and your tits bounce beneath his shirt. The sight goes straight to his cock, hand sliding up from your waist until he can palm your breasts under the garment, fingers pressed against soft flesh. You’re a handful, even for him, and he grunts, thumb and forefinger tweaking your pebbled nipples.

The whine you let out is delicious, and his gaze roves down your body, settling on where the two of you are connected, watching how he slides in and out of your pussy. The sight, the sounds, and the feeling of you around him push him closer and closer to the edge. Fingers smoothing back down your body, they press against your clit, firm circles rubbed against the sensitive nub.

“Kriff. Kriff. Kriff.” You curse, eyes screwed shut as the warmth grows towards an inferno. Pitching forward, you change the angle, hands resting against his broad chest, providing better leverage as your pace quickens. Your thighs start to ache, but you’ll be damned if you let that stop you.

“That’s it, babe. Hells, your pussy feels so kriffin’ good.” Wrecker pants, his words helping push you over the edge. Your body goes taut above him, pleasure contorting your face as you clamp down around him, coming on his cock with a cry of his name. He keeps his fingers moving, working you through the high until the tremors in your body stop and your hazy eyes open to meet his.

You share a soft smile, and Wrecker surges up, lips meeting yours for a passionate kiss as he grasps back at your hips. Holding you in place, his hips snap quickly as he fucks up into you, chasing his high now you’ve been satisfied.

Tongues meeting, the kiss is frantic and messy, noises muffled by each other’s lips. You pull back just enough to gaze down at him. “Come in me. Please.” Your needy whine reverberates around the room.

You were perfect. So perfect. Your pleading words, the grip of your tight pussy around him… Wrecker’s thrusts falter, and with two more sharp snaps of his hips, he pushes himself deep inside you, growling out your name as he’s swept into pleasure, filling you.

The room falls silent except for your harsh breaths, gazes locked before you steal another kiss. Slower and softer, the lust dissolves into something sweeter. Strong arms wrap around you, and you’re rolled onto your side, pulled flush against Wrecker’s body as he pries his lips from yours. He smiles, and you can’t help but match it, a giggle bubbling up and out. The sound of Wrecker’s chuckle melds with yours, happiness simmering between you.

“You okay?” Wrecker asks, one hand smoothing across your cheek, cupping your face.

You lean into his touch with a small nod, eyes fluttering shut. Wrecker’s hand is warm against your face as he caresses you, his thumb tracing gentle circles on your cheek. The aftermath of shared intimacy leaves you feeling content and connected.

Overjoyed, Wrecker presses a lingering kiss to your forehead, hand sliding down your body to wrap back around you as he holds you close. Now he has you, he’s never going to let you go.

In the cocoon of his embrace, you slowly drift into a serene slumber, knowing you’ve found a sanctuary that feels like home in his arms.

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[sillyhahasilly]

iiiii need caldre vacation hcs like the kriegmans go to the beach or something for vacation and bring cal

im so sorry this took so long. this is the second time im typing most of this cause my STUPID COMPUTER decided to freeze and i had to restart it. but anyway...

CALDRE VACATION HCS

both of their fans would be the type to let their kid bring along their best bud

the gabriels let cal bring andre for 2 reasons: 1) they already r bring 3 kids, whats one more? 2) their kids act better w a non-family member around. also, cals little sibs are closer in age and relationship so cal kinda hangs by himself a lot. his parents are nice enough to let andre come w that reason alone.

the kriegmans let andre bring cal bc andre is a asshole! he is that mf who complains that his parents are making him go to the bahamas (tho, i dont think the kriegmans would go on that type of vacations). andre doesnt like family time, but he likes cal time, so when cal is there he is less of a little bitch and whiny. plus, his parents love cal bc of how good he is at acting normal and sucking up to parents. they think he is a good influence (most of the time) on their anger issues antisocial son (lol)!

andre's fam canonically has a vacation home. andre and cal spend the 4th there (i think) they visit it a lot, and cal comes most of the time. when it starts to get closer to zd though, andre argues his way into being left behind so him and cal can have his house to themselves.

the kreigmans go on vacations more than the gabrials (less kids to spend money on and vacation home)

caldre at the kriegmans vacation home !!!

the home has 2 bedrooms! the one for the kids has a bunkbed. orignally meant for andre and his older brother. now it works perfectly for him and cal.

as u can see from the firework videos that the home is on a lake! cal and andre fuck around on the beach of the lake. they swim and rustle in the water, they fish sometimes (but arent very good at it), and sometimes they go on a boat.

once on said boat, cal started rocking it as a joke. at first andre mad and like, "tf are you doing we are gonna fall" but cal's laughter and playfulness is contagious so eventually he joined in. they tipped into the water. even tho andre yelled his ass off at cal, it is his best summer memory.

i really mean it when i say they have had their best times together at the summer home. it's like a different world there, separate from all the shit that makes them hate themselves and the world sm. (would anyone be interested in a fic abt this)

when they were both older, like senior year, andre tries his best to convince his parents to let them go to the summer home on their own. i dont think they would be allowed to tho. andre is pissed af about it.

the woods near the cabin is where andre's dad took him hunting as a kid. i think he prob took both cal and andre hunting once.

small nsfw warning!!

erm them fucking in their room and needed to stay rlly quiet so andre's parents dont hear them thru the thin cabin walls. also them fucking in the rural woods near the cabin. yea.

kriegmans go to the beach???? (what anon suggested!!)

(i have literally never seen the ocean so i am basing this off of my experience w lakes lmao. sorry man).

Connecticut is up against an ocean so they travel there! not very far at all.

cal sunburns like crazy. andre and his family doesnt (that mexican blood) so they dont really worry much abt properly applying sunscreen. cal isnt good at taking care of himself and andre's parents didnt assume they would need to help a preteen w that so the first time he came home BURNT. after that mrs. kriegman started making sure cal was covered.

tw sh! cal wears long sleeve swim shirts. he says its bc he burns so easily, which is part of the reason, but its mainly to cover up sh. also, sometimes he needs to be cautious abt getting his cuts in the water. but cal is careless w that stuff so he doesnt let him stop it much.

mmm andre in swim shorts shirtless w a chain on his neck and oiled up w some sunscreen mmm.

andre more or less enjoys the beach but cal doesnt for reasons stated above.

andre really enjoys the water. he likes going really deep and trying to spot fish. he brings some fuckass googles that he looks stupid in to see underwater.

cal likes to stay near the shore or on a floaty. he likes to sit and play around w the sand, drawing lines and building mounds.

they both, andre more outwardly cuz its his family, try to drag the group to a more quiet spot on the beach cause they dont like people.

[that-basic-simp]

Girl With The Wave Tattoo PT. II

A/N: I sincerely and deeply apologize for not getting this out sooner. Tumblr did not notify me that a couple people commented asking for a second part to this. It was only recently that I saw that part two was requested. To those who requested this, I am so sorry for making you wait this long! Mizu X Fem!Reader CW: Deep conversations about trauma and dark/intrusive thoughts WC: 1.0k+

"Hey, Mizu!" I smiled, waving to her.

"Hey, Y/N," she smiled.

"Tea again?"

"You know it," she said, pulling out her wallet.

"I got it," I said.

"Are you sure?" she asked.

"Yes, I am sure. I know you've been working hard."

She smiled, shaking her head, "I take it Ise told you?"

"Yes. And the social media posts of your recent tattoos lately."

"Business has been booming. I am grateful."

"I take it you're stressed, though."

"Very much am," she let out a sigh. "Oh, before I forget."

"Yeah?"

"You free tonight?"

"M-Me?"

"Yes, you," she chuckled.

"I-I," I found my friend and Ise were standing around the corner, vigorously nodding their heads. "I'm not doing anything tonight."

"Great. I'll meet you here, then?"

"Y-Yeah," I said, finishing up making her tea.

"See you then," she smiled, taking the cup from my hand.

Our fingers brushed over one another's as she grabbed it, heading out of the little cafe. She waved to my friend and Ise before heading out. I stood there, my mouth wide open and my eyes blinked rapidly. My friend came over and hugged me from the side.

"Look at you! Wooing Mizu like that."

"I-I didn't do anything. I-I just treated her with kindness and respected her as a person."

"And those are qualities you don't find a lot these days," Ise said.

"Yes, I remember the story you told me."

"And also, from what I heard from my friend, Mizu is not the easiest person to like. And she struggles to find people to talk to," Ise said.

"I can see why," I said.

"But this is good!" my friend said. "I know how much you've been wanting to date someone."

"I-I'm not sure I want to date Mizu. I mean, she seems nice and all and I do find her attractive, but I-I don't know."

"Just let things happen, Y/N," my friend said. "You don't have to force yourself to like someone if you don't feel like you do."

"Thanks," I said.

"We should also probably get back to work," my friend eyed the line that was starting to gather behind us.

"Oh shit," I said and turned towards the register as my friend and Ise were getting things prepared.

After we closed the cafe, I was walking out right when Mizu was walking towards the building.

"We'll see you later, Y/N," Ise and my friend said.

"Later," I said to them before turning to Mizu.

"H-Hey, Mizu."

"Hey, Y/N," she smiled. "You ready?"

"Where are we going to go?"

"I found an awesome place to show you," she said and walked off towards the outskirts of the city.

We got onto a train that led to the outer parts, where not many people lived and it would be a long hike to reach the next town over. The train stopped and Mizu got up. I followed her off the train and into the woods. The sun was starting to set and it was getting chilly. My work uniform wasn't enough to keep me warm, since I was wearing a short sleeve shirt and jeans.

"Here," Mizu said and wrapped her jacket around me.

"Thank you," I said. "W-What is here? And how did you find this place?"

"I remember a friend of mine, Ringo, told me about this place. How it's mostly woods and it's far enough from the city to where I won't get lost, but also far from the next town over. I came here one evening and started wandering around, trying to find a calm and quiet spot. Then I stumbled upon this," she pulled back some foliage and there was a large cliff ahead of us.

I stepped out of the woods and she followed behind me. I noticed she was wearing a white tank top and shorts with tennis shoes.

"How are you not cold?" I asked.

She chuckled, "The tattoo shop I work in is either freezing or boiling hot. The HVAC needs to be repaired and we're struggling right now to get it fixed. I've been working a lot more hours so that I can use what I get to help pay for the repairs. Don't worry, it's not just me who is doing that. Everyone is chipping in."

"I was gonna say," I said.

"It's the only place I will be a good person to, along with you, Ise, and your friend at the cafe."

"I don't blame you," I said.

"Come, let's sit."

We walked towards the edge of the cliff and sat down, our legs swinging in the air.

"After everything you've been through, I don't blame you for not being nice to those who aren't deserving of it."

"I should be nicer to people. They're just trying to get by and here I am, traumatized from my past."

"The healing process is a long and perilous journey."

"It truly is. I-I don't think I will ever heal."

"I know people say time heals all wounds."

"It's bullshit."

"Time heals the physical wounds, not the mental ones."

Mizu turned towards me, a look of shock on her face.

"What?" I asked.

"I always say the same thing, too."

"Well it's true. If you've been traumatized, no matter how much it hurt you, you can't easily get over that within a week. Or even a year. Hell, not even two years. Your body may be able to heal itself, but the brain and heart can't."

Mizu slowly nodded her head, "E-Exactly."

"I-I'm sorry," I said. "I didn't want this to sound like a therapy session."

"You know, no one understands any of that like you do."

"Really?"

"Yeah. A few people I have talked to have never made me feel safe. Safe in the sense of I can express my thoughts and feelings freely."

"Your thoughts and feelings are valid, Mizu," I said. "No matter what anyone says, they're valid."

"Even the dark thoughts?"

"That's a gray area. But if you don't enact on them, either if they're dark towards yourself or someone else, they're still valid to have."

"Why do you say that?"

"They're your thoughts and feelings. So they should be valid to at least you. I think it's important that they're mainly valid to you, but I do feel you need validation from others on what you're thinking. And I think everything you think, dark, light, whatever it may be, is valid. Unless you enact on the dark thoughts."

"Don't let the intrusive thoughts win," Mizu chuckled.

I chuckled with her as well, "Yeah. Don't let the intrusive thoughts win. But they're still valid."

"Thank you, Y/N," Mizu said.

"You're welcome, Mizu. And this is a great sight. Thank you for bringing me here."

"You're welcome. Want to do something like this again sometime?"

I turned and smiled at her, "I'd love to."

[unmerrymagdalene]

If you write and share Sydney venting about Sirris to PC, then I’ll share the short thing I wrote about Sirris not knowing how to communicate with Sydney.

Anon…this was supposed to be a short quick fic…it got out of hand…it doesn’t have nearly enough venting but it’s too late now…but here you go:

“…Lene? Are you awake?”

Your eyes blink openly slowly. Soft, light blue sheets enter your vision, matching the dark blue comforter warming you. The room’s closet door faces you, even if it’s a few feet away. Your head sinks into plush pillows; more than you could ever have in your own room. 

You rise up sluggishly. The night sky bleeds into the guest room, shadowing it in deep dreamlike blue. It’s modestly decorated: a dresser for clothes and storage, a small bathroom for cleaning, and a few plants to top it off. Fake plants, to your disappointment. 

You look over to the bedroom door. It’s slightly cracked, barely revealing who’s behind it. But from his bright amber eyes, you get a good idea.

“…Sydney…?”

He opens the door further, peeking his head through. “Can…can I come in?”

You nod. Sydney walks in slowly, careful to not slam the door completely. He sits at the end of your bed, feet resting on the floor.

With a clearer view, you observe him more. His hair is shockingly messy, layering over his shoulders. Flyways litter it all over, blocking parts of his eyebrows and the sides of his face. 

It’s different from how he usually styles it: tucked in a ponytail, without a hair out of place. But as you watch him more, bathed in blues, your breath deepens in an unusual way. 

Huh. +Love, +Lust

A long sleeved baggy shirt covers his body, paired with black shorts. It hangs off him, exposing his shoulder. Instead of his contacts, round rose gold glasses frame his face. Tape wraps the bridge and hinges, staying on with only a prayer.

Sydney twirls part of his hair with his fingers. He glances at you, a nervous smile on his lips. “I…just w-wanted to check on you. Is that ok?”

“Um… yeah…” You keep watching him. He shifts in place, his eyes moving from his place to yours. 

While you’ve been to Sydney’s house many times, this is the first time staying overnight. Between how late it got, and the sudden thunderstorm earlier, staying felt like a safer option. Sirris was especially excited about it, to Sydney’s dismay.

She was very eager to give you towels and other toiletries, making sure you had enough. You at least had some of your own clothes, stored from previous visits. But you didn’t wear much to bed; just an oversized white shirt and underwear.

It was Sydney’s suggestion to stay in the guest room, though. Something about him not being the easiest to sleep with. And that you two sleeping together could only lead to “bad things.” To Sirris’ confusion, and yours.

You’d been in his bed before. Laying on crisp, faded white sheets. Sydney’s arms wrapped around your stomach, lips pressed against the crook of your neck. Cuddling wasn’t the only thing you did, either. 

But you took it in stride. Sydney didn’t want you there and, being a guest, you understood. You didn’t want to be a burden. 

So why was he here now, this late? And moving so jittery too. It’s almost like he couldn’t-

Oh. Hm. 

You scoot closer to him. “Do you…want to sleep with me..?”

Sydney’s face immediately flushes, his body soon trembling. “N-no! I mean, I-I only came down here because I was worried!” He says in a hush whisper. “That wouldn’t b-be right to you if I-”

“I’m fine with it…” Your eyes stay locked on his, leaning closer to him. You untuck yourself and cross your legs. “Really…I promise…” 

It was easy to tell what Sydney wanted, but harder for him to act. He’d ignore the gnawing want entirely, practically combusting from it. 

But convincing him? Far easier than you expected. 

You ignored the deep, sickening feeling that you were doing something wrong. That girls were supposed to follow, not lead their boyfriends. Especially with this. 

You also ignored how right it felt. To lead, to take charge, to be on top. +Control

His face deepens in color, still trembling. He brings his feet up and scoots over to you.

Sydney’s eyes stay down and stare at your bare legs. They travel up, landing where your shirt bundles near your crotch. They widen briefly before focusing on your face, his face blushing wildly. +Sydney’s Lust

Your eyes squint lightly, glancing down. Oh. Right. Underwear.

“I-I didn’t mean to look! Honest!” He raises his hands. “It’s j-just-”

“Come closer…” You gesture towards him. +Control

Sydney stops. He moves even closer, his knees touching yours. “S-so, am I laying next to you or-”

You quickly wrap an arm around Sydney, pushing him into your chest. You feel his heart thumping rapidly. 

You scoot back to your spot. You lay down and adjust Sydney, his head resting on your chest. Your other arm pulls him closer, hugging him firmly. “…Is this ok…?” ++Control

He doesn’t respond. His body stiffens against yours, like he’s holding his breath. Slowly, he softens. He melts into you, letting out a shaky breath. 

Sydney nuzzles into your breasts, sliding his free hand up. It rests on one of your boobs and gropes it. “Mhhmm.” He mumbles quietly. +Sydney’s Lust, +Sydney’s Love

The two of you lay in silence, only accompanied by your breaths. Your eyes start to relax, until-

“U-um…” He stiffens again for a second. His face stays firmly in your chest. “I…really wanted to do this. With you.”

You open your eyes slightly. “…Really? I thought-”

“I know, but-” Sydney’s breath shakes and deepens. “W-when I was trying to sleep, I…kept thinking about you. Being h-here and so close, I-”

He shifts in your grasp. “My thoughts went to a v-very…sinful p-place.”

“Oh…” 

“And I couldn’t stop it! I d-don’t know what came over me, but…” He pushes his face deeper into your chest. “I just…had to see you, I guess. Be close to you.”

You stay quiet. Your hand travels up his back, reaching the back of his neck. “Why didn’t…we sleep together in your room…?”

Sydney sighs, immediately sounding exhausted. “I don’t want my mom getting the wrong idea. You saw how she reacted, right?”

“…She seemed pretty ok with it…”

“Yeah, but-” He huffs and lifts up his head, focusing on you. “If we did, she might think we were…you know…” His face blushes once more. 

You look back, squinting your eyes. “But…don’t we do that already…? Not that, but…other stuff…?”

“Well…she doesn’t know that. I haven’t told her.”

You blink. Confusion forms in your mind. “…What?”

Sydney frowns. He gets off and sits up, still eyeing you.

You do the same. “What…does she think we’re doing… when we’re alone?”

His fingers grab at the comforter, pinching it. “Studying. Talking. Nothing…obscene.”

You furrow your eyebrows lightly, trying to wrap your head around it. 

This was Sirris: the one who’d openly talk about sex with her students. Who’d show off low-grade (and presumably, home made) sex tapes in class for “educational reasons.” Who, while working in the adult shop, offered you a vibrator half off. Which was quickly taken away by Sydney.

Out of all the adults you’ve seen, she was the most enthusiastic about sex. She was also the only adult who treated you kindly. There was no way-

“Do…do you think she believes you…?”

His hand handles the comforter roughly, bawling it in one. “Why wouldn’t she? I’ve never lied to her before…not like this.” He chuckles, with all the humor drained out. “She probably thinks I’m “too good” for it.”

You observe Sydney carefully, crossing your legs again. “…maybe…you should tell her…”

He looks at you with wide eyes. He settles, still frowning deeply. “I…I can’t.”

“Why…? She loves that stuff…she’d be cool with it, right?”

Begrudgingly, Sydney nods. 

You both stare at each other for a moment. Then, Sydney huffs. “It’s just…I don’t think my mom’s ever taken my vows seriously.” It comes out fast and rushed.

“…You mean for the Temple…?” You squeeze your hands briefly, warding off the tight feeling rising in your chest. +Trauma

He nods. “She knows I can’t have…or do anything like that. But-” Sydney keeps a firm grip on the comforter. “Since we’ve started dating, I think she expects that to change. It’s what everyone our age does. Why would I be any different?”

Sydney continues, as if it’s spilling out of him. “And she thinks the Temple is why I’m like this…like it’s holding me back or something,” he lets go of the comforter and gestures with his hands. “When there’s a million reasons why I wouldn’t want to do that. Any of it!”

“…Like what…?” 

“Huh?”

You lean forward, still watching him. “What...are the reasons…?”

He freezes. He stares back at you, before looking off to the side. Instead of bundling the comforter, Sydney’s hands paw at the bottom of his shirt. “T-that’s…u-um…”

His voice trembles, lips quivering as he speaks. “I-it’s…I-I-” ++Sydney’s Trauma

A faint pang of familiarity strikes through your heart. You’ve been here before. Struggling to remember a moment. Something deeply buried, prickled with pain in every crevice. 

You shake your head. “You don’t have to tell me…it’s fine…”

Sydney sighs, his shoulder slacking. “Thank you…you understand, right?” He raises his eyebrows expectantly at you.

“Um…” Truth be told? You were still confused. Sure, Sirris might’ve focused too much on sex. But whenever she came around the library, ruffling his hair and asking about your day, you felt…odd.

It was hard to describe. Sirris was. You’d never seen a woman dress so masculine before. But she’d always include you whenever Sydney was around. She’d answer all your questions in class, and even checked in with you after. She was very attentive. Motherly. 

You don’t know if you’ve ever experienced that before. Bailey was anything but motherly and…

Flashes of a prayer closet enter your mind. Your chest aches under the immediate pressure.

…the few memories you had weren’t good. ++Trauma

Sirris seemed like a good mom. Was being too encouraging about sex that bad?

“I just think…if she knew…it wouldn’t be terrible…”

Sydney furrows his eyebrows, lips pressing together. “But she doesn’t understand. No one does, except-”

He catches himself. Sydney sighs, pulling his knees close to his chest. “Nevermind. It doesn’t matter.”

Your eyes lower to the comforter. “…Sorry…”

“It’s fine.” -Sydney’s Love

You look back at Sydney, still curled up. You start to move towards him. “Do you…want to do anything …?”

He groans. “What do you mean anything-”

A hand covers Sydney’s. You grasp it tightly and keep looking at him. 

He soon catches on. 

“O-oh! We don’t-” Sydney’s face blushes. “We don’t need to do that!”

“So… you don’t want to…?”

His blush deepens. “It’s…n-not that…”

He rubs the back of his neck. “W-when we’re together…I don’t just want t-to…you know-”

Sydney leans closer to you, sitting on his knees. “We can hang out and cuddle and talk! Doing that is not a requirement, you know?” 

“I know, but…” Your thumb caresses the back of his hand. Warmth sparks inside you, rising up to your skin.  “We could do both…right…?”

At first, he doesn’t respond. His eyes lower to your hands, holding his own. Sydney takes a deep breath. “Y-yeah…we could.” +Sydney’s Lust, +Sydney’s Love

Your free hand cups Sydney’s face. You both gaze at each other and slowly move in. Your lips press his quietly. Sydney’s breath quivers, lips still shaking.

He pulls himself towards you, wrapping his arms on your shoulders. You gasp as Sydney deepens the kiss, sliding his tongue against yours. It felt awfully fast, but you figure he was more eager than you realized…

Your arms wrap around his waist. You tug at his lower lip, biting it firmly. He lets out a shaky moan, before practically jumping into you. You stumble and fall back onto the bed. +Sydney’s Pain, +Sydney’s Lust

Your eyes flutter briefly and look back at Sydney. His eyes lid at yours, breaking the kiss with a soft pop. 

“S-sorry…” His lips mumble on yours, a trail of spit connecting them. 

“It’s fine…” Your hand trails up his back. It soon passes his neck and reaches the back of his head. You press his head lightly, letting him restart it.

He does, immediately bringing his tongue back into your mouth. You gasp again, shifting into a deep low moan. Your fingers scratch the back of his head, ruffling his hair more. 

You both shift further, resting on your sides. Sydney moves his knee between your legs, inching to your crouch. Your shirt lifts up, revealing dark brown boy shorts. 

You (abit shamelessly) grind against his knee. Warmth builds around your thighs, spreading throughout your lower half. Your other hand, still on Sydney’s waist, pulls him closer to your core. +Lust

Sydney’s hands move off your shoulders, drifting to your chest. They grope at your boobs, pushing and squeezing them through your shirt. Your breath grows heavy, arousal heating your skin. ++Lust

One of his hands continues down, right to the end of your shirt. Coolness touches your stomach as his hand slips under. Your breath trembles more as he moves up, caressing the underside of your breast. He gropes them again.

“AH~” You moan louder than expected, eyes fluttering heavily. His fingers dig gently into your chest, massaging it in slow motions. Your nipples harden at the attention, brushing against the palm of his hand. 

His thumb focuses on that, flicking it back and forth. Your skin flushes as you grind heavily, warming your core. Wetness forms on your crouch, dripping on his knee. You didn’t like making a mess, but at this rate-

Fingers pinch and pull at your nipple, pleasure shooting straight to your clit. +++Lust

“Oh fuck~” You mutter in Sydney’s mouth. 

“Does…that feel good?” His voice is low, rumbling into yours. 

“Y-yes…” You keep grinding on to him, pressed so close together. With a few humps, you feel another bulge near your crotch. “What a-about-”

“I m-mean,” he pants. “There’s not much you can do w-with my-”

You bite into his lower lip again, far deeper than before.

“AUGHhhh~” Sydney moans, melting into the pain. You push his body back, landing on top of him. +Sydney’s Lust

You grind on his crotch. Hardness immediately meets your wet lips, greeting your clit kindly. Though Sydney had a chastity belt, there were ways to…circumvent that. If you could just-

He gasps, throwing his head back slightly. You lean over him, running your hand through his hair. You both kiss each other deeply, heat radiating between your bodies. ++Sydney’s Lust

Your lips trail down to his neck, kissing it lightly. You feel him tremble beneath you as your teeth dig into his neck. 

“Yes~” He lets out a moan, hands moving to your upper back. “H-harder please-” ++Sydney’s Pain, ++Sydney’s Lust

You sink deeper, sucking hard.

“Fuck! Yes yes yes-” 

THUD!

You feel Sydney freeze under you. His skin runs cold, while his hands quickly cover his mouth.

You lift your body up. You turn to the bedroom door, ears pricking up. It sounded like it came from the kitchen; not too far from the guest room, since that was tucked underneath the stairs. But if you listened closely enough-

“Shit!” A hush whisper cuts the sudden silence. It’s Sirris.

Sydney’s heart races, but for an entirely different reason. +Sydney’s Stress

After a few minutes of fumbling around, you both hear her walk up the stairs. 

You turn to look down at Sydney. He looks back with wide eyes, hands clutching his mouth in a hard grip. He starts to shake. ++Sydney’s Stress

Your eyes soften. Hands reach for his hair again, rubbing it lightly. “Do you…want to stop…?”

Sydney thinks for a moment. His eyes relax, growing heavy and tired. His grip loosens as he lets one hand travel to his neck. He pinches at the collar of his shirt and nods. 

Wordlessly, you get off him. 

His body turns to you, letting you observe him. His hair is even messier than before, clothes disheveled as well. His glasses are still intact, framing his worried eyes. 

Sydney rubs his legs together, trying to ignore the apparent arousal at his crotch. He lets go of his mouth. “D-do…do you think she…?” His voice comes out quiet and shaky, a stark difference from before.

“I…” You hold your legs, resting your hands on your knees. “I don’t know…”

Sydney crumbles, tugging at his collar. His eyes avoid yours. ++Sydney’s Stress

A small pang strikes through your heart. You hated seeing him like this: curled up in himself, filled with guilt and shame. He worked so hard, was so good…

…and you were causing this. It was your fault. ++Stress, ++Trauma

You gaze at your knees. Your hands scratch at them, as your purse your lips together. 

“…Are you gonna leave…?” You lower your head.

“H-huh?” Sydney’s eyes go to you. He gets up and moves closer. Gently, his hand touches your shoulder. “I-I don’t…want to.”

You lift up your head, moving your legs down. “…What about-”

“I’ll have to wake up early for the Temple. My mom won’t know the difference.” His grip tightens. “I’ll be gone before you guys wake up...” 

“…Oh…” -Hope

You try not to sound too dejected. What else would happen? You’d wake up next to him, with the morning light shining on your faces? Talk over breakfast like a normal couple? 

He had his vows and duties. That was more important. +Trauma, - -Hope

Suddenly, your body flinches once Sydney’s arms wrap around you. His face nuzzles the crook of your neck. “But, I still want to be with you now…ok?” +Sydney’s Love

Your face flushes lightly. Then, you return his hug. +Love

A beat of silence fills the dreamy blue room. Sydney clears his throat. “By the way, I snore really bad in my sleep so-”

“I won’t mind…”

[catiuskaa]

hi katsy poo... thought long and hard about this and came up w absolutely nothing. i had to dig far into my messy notes app to find ideas and these are from all the way back in summer for context ☠️☠️

have you ever been to the beach/pool and seen a cute lifeguard yk? i was thinking maybe skz as lifeguards - this is derived from a lifeguard chan idea my friend and i were talking about <3 (i just thought - jisung giving you a smooch after saving you but playing it off as mouth-to-mouth resuscitation cause he's too shy to admit he's crushing)

excited to see where your mind takes this! cannot wait <33

BABY THAT’S ACTUALLY GENIUS!?

I can actually see it like -excited sounds-

It got me thinking! So I’m turning this into a mix of small blurbs and I'm not apologizing

I'm trying, but they're hot! —lifeguard!skz

To have a baseline, I don't think Meowracha would fit. Like. i just couldn't picture Minho or Felix in this?? (sorry if you were expecting those two!)

But, because of that, they're the besties who —after a thorough session of negotiating, and a large, strained okaaaaaaaaayy from Minho—, agree to go with you to your usual fitness center, which recently opened a swimming pool facility! (and they've hired a certain group of lifeguards... oh wow...)

(got carried out: 2k words)

"This place smells like plastic. And I can't even swim."

You rolled your eyes as Felix snickered, the three of you checking into the new building.

"Minho, there are other things aside from the pool. That's why I even invited you in the first place, like I mentioned the last seven times you started whining about the exact same thing." You let out an exaggerated huff as you smirked, shaking your head sideways.

You separated from your small group as you entered the changing rooms, and quickly put on your dark-coloured swimsuit, your towel resting on your shoulders when you got in the brand new area.

And let me tell you, it was big.

Impressed by the depth of the building, you couldn't see a couple of small-looking kids running around the swimming pool playing tag in loud, childish giggles.

"Careful!" A voice warned, but it startled you, and you jumped in your place, slipping on the wet floor.

Not one of your fanciest of moments, no.

Or so you thought, until your back didn't quite meet the floor, but instead softly crashed against a lean, warm surface.

Knowing Felix would immediately ask you if you were alright and Minho would threaten to let go in less than a second, you looked up at your saviour, and you were welcomed by a handsome rounded face, eyes small because of his heartwarming smile.

Forcing your stumbling legs up, you froze in front of him and stuttered. "T-thank you. Or... I'm sorry. Wasn't paying attention," you managed to let out, followed by a pink dust colouring your cheeks.

fuck, shit, fuck. why did he have to be hot too?!

"Totally fine!" He brushed off nonchalantly, his smile shining enthusiastically, so contagious you couldn't help but grin back.

He called over the member of staff who had warned you, his voice loud to the point were you had to restrain yourself from jumping in your place again when he screamed his name, not wanting to trip another time, and as he smiled at you and walked off to look for the problematic kids or their parents, you could read Changbin on the back of his red and white shirt, the short sleeves letting you see an extensive trail of inked lines that got lost underneath his top and swimming shorts.

what a piece of cake.

Almost in an instant, a slightly younger lifeguard approached you, not quite panting, but really close to doing so. You got flustered, not knowing exactly how to react, and just stared at him while he rested his hands on his waist, looking like he had run several marathons in less than an hour.

"I'm so sorry...! I should've stopped the kids... or warned you sooner..." He sighed, looking quite tired despite it barely being his first week.

"Don't sweat, I'm okay." You shrugged sheepishly. "Rough day?" You smiled, hoping to get one back from him.

He scoffed, amused. You celebrated silently. "More like a rough job... Uh! I mean, no! I love my job...!" You grinned, raising your eyebrows, shocked yet still unable to hold back a sheepish snicker. "Ah, shi... I mean... goddamnit, please don't tell Chan..." he muttered, defeated.

"Oh, wait, Chan?" You blinked, recognizing the nickname. "Wasn't he a trainer in the gym?"

Catching his breath, now looking less stressed, he nodded, hands still on his noticeably really slim waist, unlike the other lifeguard, who was shredded.

"He and Hyunjin were swapped around because they had more experience than other candidates for the jobs. They're both great, don't get me wrong. But Hyunjin should really stop flirting with the group of girls from the synchronized swimming class..." he huffed, then blushed. "Oh." His eyes widened, and he stared at the floor almost mortified.

"Right, eh..." You smiled, amused at his slip-ups, biting your lip softly.

Jisung blushed even more at your giggles, trying and failing to hold it back because he couldn't help but ogle at your defined and fit body from all the exercise you did, being a member of the centre for quite some time. You were a stunning stranger whose giggles were cute. Too much for his caffeine-filled, sleep-deprived self.

"Jisung. Soon-to-be-fired, lifeguard Han Jisung." He presented himself with tired eyes, the last part more for himself than for you, then covered his mouth when he realized he had said it too loud. "I shouldn't have said that...!"

You couldn't help but cackle, unable to hold back your laugh as his blush got to an even deeper shade of pink.

"I'm just... going to... eh... Jeongin is... probably looking for me..."

"Jisung-ah, fighting!" You teased, and he couldn't help but blush even more, smiling as he rushed back to his assigned area of the swimming pool building.

You realized Minho and Felix had been eavesdropping when Minho passed an arm over your shoulders and ruffled your hair, making it messy.

"Yeah, welcome back, cheater," he tsked, smirking.

You struggled to get away from his deathly grip, and Felix rolled his eyes, just laughing at you two.

"Oi, isn't that Chan?" the freckled asked, signalling somewhere else.

"I care more about that hottie who ran away a second ago." Minho scoffed, focused on his own priorities, sounding offended by the fact that he hadn't been able to talk to Jisung.

Felix waved at Chan, and happily waddled his way to him, the two already close friends.

While Minho hurried off to the sauna, Felix and you tried out the main swimming pool, at first actually swimming, but ending up just chatting playfully, Chan joining in from time to time, and then he stayed close during his break.

You got out of the pool and sat on the edge when suddenly you felt someone tickle your sides and push you, making you fall into the water.

Swimming to the surface with ease, you moved your wet hair from your eyes, hiding half down of your face under the water, looking at Chan, who was chuckling.

“Really funny, Mr. Bang.” You mumbled, faking boredom.

“It was Felix’s idea, but I gotta admit that was funny.” He kept on laughing, and that alone was cute, but because he was on a break, to avoid being called over to work, he had taken his shirt off, not feeling cold in the acclimatized environment.

And the image just looked ten times better.

“Reeeally funny.” You were nodding, as if in deep thought. “Help me out?” You smiled innocently, raising one hand towards him.

He grabbed it, but before he could pull you up, you pulled down, his body falling over yours and staying tightly against you for a second, then you smiled under the water and started laughing as soon as you both got back to the surface.

He was blushing, but also smiling cheekily.

“Fair. I deserved that.”

After a while of swimming, laughing and splashing each other, you got out of the pool leaving Felix and Chan on their own, but felt a soft sting in the back of your thigh. Probably from when you were sitting and Chan pushed you to the water, the slight bumps on the stone might've scratched your skin.

You started looking for your towel, but frowned when it wasn’t where you had left it. From the corner of your eye you saw Minho, and he smiled slyly from afar, your towel resting on his shoulders.

what a bitch.

You ran after him but were quickly stopped by yet another lifeguard.

Really, really lucky you.

You were only able to read Seungmin on the back of his shirt before he turned around and frowned, and you struggled to slow down, ending up bumping onto him.

"I'm sorry, uh, I uh..." you stammered, struggling to find an excuse.

He sighed, and deadpanned at you, in his eyes a hint of mockery that didn't reach his face, and it made you even more flustered. He pointed to a sign on the wall, who said in a big, bold font, "do not run near the pool."

"You probably can swim, but can you read, dollface?"

d-dollface?

“Y-yeah, of course I can. I forgot.” You pouted.

He smirked slightly. “You forgot how to read?”

You frowned softly at the tease, and he brushed it off with one hand.

“Where were you going that was so important for you to be running?” He questioned, the sly smirk lingering on his lips, the mockery still there.

“I wanted to go to the infirmary but my friend took my towel.” You defended yourself, but a blush crept from underneath, making your cheeks pink.

The moment you said infirmary, Seungmin’s entire body language changed. The mockery wasn’t gone, but covered by a layer of innocent worry. Cute.

“To the infirmary? Why? Did something happened?” He asked softly, and it surprised you how fast his attitude had changed.

“I just scratched myself. It’s probably nothing…”

He shook his head and smiled, almost tender. “Nonsense. Can I have a look at it?”

You blushed slightly and turned so he could look at the small scratch in the back of your thigh. The area was red, and there was small even more red lines in it, but nothing too wild.

Seungmin cleared his throat. Stay focused.

“You should still put something on it. I’ll do it. Come with me.”

Crossing from where you were with Seungmin you passed by the kids’ swimming pool, and waved at Han, and who you thought was who he had mentioned, Jeongin, struggling to take care of the kids as they all ran around, fighting with the swimming noodles as they used those like swords, and you couldn’t help but smile at the mess.

Seungmin took a small radio device from his waistband, like a black walkie-talkie. “Send Changbin to area 3. Jeongin, office, 6pm.”

The youngest-looking of all the lifeguards in the building approached you two when Seungmin told you to wait while he looked for the first-aid kit.

“Hi, as you might’ve heard, my name is Jeongin. Did you get hurt?” He said, so softly you almost cooed at him because he was so cute.

“Um, I scratched the back on my thigh, yeah.” You smiled a bit, and he smiled back reassuringly.

“I hope it doesn’t sting a lot.” He added kindly, picking up his stuff from a locker. “I would stay and help you, but I assure you that if you’re in Seungmin’s care you have nothing to worry about.” He nodded, almost to himself. “He teases everyone a lot but he’s a nice guy. I… have to go now, my shift has ended. But it was nice to meet you!”

You bid him goodbye, and Seungmin came back in no time, carrying a small bag of medical supplies and a towel. He left it on the side, and opened the bag next to you, taking a small glass bottle of spray from it.

“Could you stand and turn around, please?” He asked formally.

You couldn’t help but blush when he sprayed the medicine, the slight sting making you gasp softly, but it was more because of the position you two were in, and because he held a cotton pad underneath the scratch, brushing your thigh with his hand.

Being outside of the water for so long now, you started feeling cold, shivering softly.

“Darling, can you pass me the towel?”

You blushed almost furiosly at the nickname and did as told, and he opened it and hung it on your shoulders, as you quickly took it and tightened it around you.

“Sorry, I didn’t give it to you before.” He smiled, throwing the cotton away and going back to put the first-aid kit in its place.

It was almost 7pm when the three of you got out of the changing rooms.

“That was really fun!” Felix smiled brightly.

“It was decent. Still couldn’t talk to that cutie back there. We should come back other time.” Minho stated, sounding like an order.

You blushed, thinking about what had happened in so little time.

“Yeah. We should come back soon.”

(teehee, i enjoyed this a lot! Hope you like it too! Thanks a lot, ren! <;333)

~Kats, who now would love to go to that swimming pool!

[padfootagain]

The King and You (XVIII)

Chapter XVIII : Spoken out Loud

Alright! Here we go with another chapter for my Caspian series! We have only one chapter left after this one, guys!! The end is near…

I hope you all like this chapter, tell me what you think about it!

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Pairing: Caspian x reader

Warnings: a bit of angst… the fluff is coming soon though… Also, sorry for the cliffhanger :D

Summary: Somehow, Caspian stumbles out of Narnia and into your world. He’s utterly lost and has no idea how to get out of this world filled with scary toasters, strange carriages and a woman who literally knocks him off of his feet. But does he really want to find a way back?

Word count: 3593

You were in Narnia.

Strange feeling.

Unknown earth under your feet, unknown air into your lungs, a foreign forest around you.

When you looked back, your bedroom had disappeared. There was no way back.

You took a deep breath, trying to remain calm.

You needed to find Caspian. It was all that mattered. It would be alright as soon as he would be by your side again.

But where were you supposed to go? Which direction? Wherever you looked, there was nothing but a forest, nothing but trees and grass and moss covered with skeleton leaves. You would have enjoyed these orange and red and golden hues, had you not been so terrified.

You noticed a direction where the forest seemed less dense, the trees leaving small pieces of the sky to be seen through their branches. You decided that it was an encouraging sign. If you found a village or any inhabitant of this foreign land, you would be saved. After all, reaching the King could not be that difficult, right?

You tightened your hold on your suitcase, and dragged it across the leaves behind you as you started to walk blindly across the forest.

After a short while, you found a lonely lamppost, standing tall in its dark iron body, in the middle of a small clearing covered in red leaves.

A lamppost… that was a familiar sight. It ought to be a good sign, right?

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It had been almost a week since Caspian's strange disappearance and reappearance. For now, he still had not said a word to anyone about what had happened that day, or where he had spent the night. Whenever his advisers or friends tried to question him, he would change the subject, or blatantly ignore them.

The truth was, he didn't want to talk about it. He didn't want to talk about you.

Since the announcement, he had managed not to show any sign of weakness. He had not cried again. He had not slept either, but that was another story.

He stared at the forest stretching on and on, as far as the eye could see, beyond the walls of the castle and the small village splayed at its feet. Or well… it was a fortress, actually.

He wondered where you were. What you were doing. Were you happy? Were you smiling? Were you crying still? Did you miss him the way he missed you?

The wind blew softly through the branches coloured with the vivid shades of autumn and its heavy rains. The sky that morning was of a bright blue shade despite the season, only a few clouds drifting peacefully under the sun.

The wind was blowing through Caspian's hair; he didn't even notice. He was merely wearing a black shirt with puffed sleeves and brown trousers, no coat. He didn't notice that he was cold, that despite the warm sun, he had goosebumps running along his arms. He looked up at the sun. Noon had passed already.

Were you thinking of him now, just like he was thinking of you?

You were always on his mind…

Lost in his thoughts as he was, he didn't notice the three silhouettes who climbed up the defensive walls, advanced towards him until they were by his side.

He jumped when Drinian spoke to him.

"Your Majesty, Lady Emilia and her father should arrive in an hour or so. You should get ready to welcome them."

Caspian slowly nodded.

"Yes… thank you, Drinian. I'll get ready."

"Your Majesty, if I may…" Lady Dalia added when Caspian took a step away from the wall.  "You do not seem well. Can we help?"

Caspian looked at his old friend, gave her a thankful smile, but shook his head.

"I will be fine… Eventually."

He tried to walk away, but Reepicheep stopped him, insisting.

"My Liege, you do know that we only have your best interests at heart. You have not been yourself since you’ve come back from this walk into the woods. What happened?"

Caspian stared at his three friends, the people he was closest with. If he did not tell them about you, he would never tell a soul.

His eyes drifted back towards the forest, a sea of orange and red and deep green hues against a pale blue sky. Somewhere, far beyond, was the path to your world. A path to you that would forever be forbidden to him, he knew it somehow. It was his first and last journey to your world.

He was Narnian, and would remain so.

"I am not certain that you would believe me if I told you," Caspian let out in a whisper, his armour slowly breaking, crumbling…

"You should know that we will always believe in you," Dalia replied, her smile reassuring, but Caspian didn't see her gesture, his eyes still fixed on the horizon, on the dark line that separated the earth from the sky.

He slowly nodded. Maybe talking about you would help…

"Very well."

His friends patiently waited for their king to continue. The wind blew hard on the high walls, and Dalia and Drinian tightened their hold on their coats. Caspian was still paying no attention whatsoever to the cold.

"I found the lamppost."

Three jaws dropped behind Caspian.

"I found the lamppost from Lucy's tale," Caspian repeated. "I found the edge of the woods, the hidden path to their world. I found it. It wanted to be found, I think…"

He finally turned to his friends.

"I spent a month there. To me, it lasted more than a month. For you, barely a day."

He told them about everything that had happened. How lost he felt, how he had tracked down Agatha, how he had visited the town, how he had flown across the ocean, the Pevensies' graves, the magical wardrobe…

… and you. Most of all, he talked about you.

He didn't realize the way Dalia clenched her fists as he went on. It would not have mattered anyway.

He rested his back against the wall behind him, finally falling silent. Almost an hour had gone by. His three friends were too stunned to speak for a while.

"I am sorry that I am not myself now. I reckon… it will pass, eventually. When the pain has waned a little, when it's become easier to breathe again… I will be myself once more. I just… I just need a little time to get used to being alone again; to get used to the truth: that I will truly never see her again."

He gave his friends a smile, that he wanted to be reassuring, but was merely sad.

"I will be fine. I simply need a little time."

Reepicheep nodded, offering the King an encouraging smile.

 "But then… what about Lady Emilia?" Drinian asked.

"Oh… yes, you are right. I should go get ready… she will soon be here."

"No, what I meant to ask was… should you really marry her?"

Caspian gave him a questioning look.

"This has nothing to do with my feelings towards Y/N," Caspian answered.

"But… if you love her so much…"

"She is gone. And I would have never married Lady Emilia out of love anyway. It might as well be useful to Narnia."

Caspian finally shivered, taking a step towards the stairs.

"We should get ready…"

But Reepicheep stopped him.

"Drinian is right. Perhaps there is something we could do… perhaps we could bring her here!"

Caspian struggled to swallow back the lump in his throat. He had tears in his eyes again, but refused to let them run free. He bit the inside of his cheek, until he would taste the bitterness of blood on his tongue…

"There is no need," he answered, trying to keep his voice steady. "It was best for her to stay. It would not be fair. She couldn't simply… leave everything behind. Not for me. Not so soon. No… she deserves better than that. Anyway… the chance passed. She did not take it. It is too late now."

He didn't let anyone else speak, and walked away. It was too much to deal with this time. He needed to walk away and be alone.

A gush of wind blew, particularly strong. He thought he heard your voice in the wind…

Was it what his life would be like from now on? Would he imagine you everywhere?

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You found a town after a couple of hours of walking through the woods. You had seen from afar, above the treetops, the walls of what seemed to be a fortress, and decided to aim your steps in that direction. Finding people meant a chance to find Caspian. You reckoned that learning where the king was would not be difficult. Seeing him might be a bigger problem… after all, if someone asked to see the King of England, they were not welcome with open arms inside Buckingham Palace.

But one problem at a time.

For now, you needed to find information about his location. With some luck, he would be in this fortress you were approaching now.

The village was bigger than what you thought it would be. It was more of a small town, actually. Houses stuck up against each other all the way up to the feet of the fortress. As you stepped inside the main street, you decided to follow the path going straight to the castle. There was no pavement, only mud and skeleton leaves. Yet, the houses seemed welcoming and warm, either made of stone or wood. It was a busy place. Shops on both sides of the street offered food, trinkets and objects of all kind. You noticed a smith working in his forge. He was speaking with a bird…

It struck you then, in a new way, in a deeper fashion. You were in Narnia…

The realization made you slow down, until you would finally stop, there, in the middle of the street. You noticed the way people looked at you. Your clothes, your suitcase, your bag… You did not exactly blend in.

 You decided to aim for what seemed to be an inn, only a few meters away from the tall walls of the castle. You reckoned that you could easily get some information there. No need to attract even more attention onto yourself by knocking on this fortress door if Caspian was not even there…

The room was rather large, a little bit too dark to your liking though. Narrow windows only allowed for little light to come inside the large room. There was a bar on the left side and sets of wooden tables and old chairs or stools. A large mantlepiece occupied most of the right wall, and yet it was still quite cold inside. A narrow staircase seemed to lead to the bedrooms upstairs.

You suddenly wondered how you would pay for anything when you had no money. Or at least, not the right currency.

You walked to the bar slowly, hesitating. Your voice was shy, your manners hesitant when you called for the owner of the inn, who was cleaning glasses behind the bar. There were a few clients occupying some tables, but the place was mainly empty. After all, it was the beginning of the afternoon already.

“Hi… I’m sorry to bother you but… I was wondering if you knew if the King was in the fortress at the moment.”

But the innkeeper welcomed you with a warm smile, even though she frowned at the sight of your clothes and your suitcase.

“You must be coming to see his departure! Do not worry, dear, you are just in time! Lady Emilia and her father are only arriving today. Actually, they should be almost here. The King should not depart for Cair Paravel before tomorrow.”

You heaved a relieved sigh. So, Caspian was in this castle… now you needed a way to get in…

You wanted to ask the lady another question, but were interrupted by loud shouts outside, that sounded like celebrations. And indeed, when you walked out of the building with all the clients, and even the innkeeper who seemed too curious to remain to her station, you found the street filled with a crowd that kept on growing, cheering for a set of three carriages that were climbing up the main road and hurrying towards the fortress. When they passed before you, you caught a glimpse of an elegant woman waving at the clamouring crowd, her hand covered with a red glove. You asked the innkeeper who she was.

“But, that’s lady Emilia, dear!” she answered as if your question was the silliest in the world. “Now that she has arrived, the king will ask her father to sign the treaties. I know it is good news for all of us, trades are going to bloom. But… I do believe the rumours about the king.”

“What kind of rumours?” you asked, trying to hide how eager you were.

“That the king did not want the marriage.”

You froze, too stunned to speak, to think or even to breathe…

“The marriage?” you repeated in a breath.

“Yes! They say that he only agreed to marry lady Emilia to convince her father to sign the treaties. Which I assume is correct. Some say the two have never met! But… apparently, he would have been against the idea for a while, and would have changed his mind only a few days ago. No one knows why.”

But you knew why. It was because of you. It was… it was this Lady he had talked about, but why so soon?

People slowly left the street. Soon, you were on your own, standing there, in the cold. You didn’t notice it at all, but the main road was completely empty, except for you.

Your thoughts were erratic. Still, you needed to take the right kind of decision.

But you couldn’t, not when you were so stunned by all this…

Luckily for you, your dedicated narrator is here.

You needed a little push in the right direction. It came from a scarf being blown by the wind; blue velvet carried up by the breeze. Where it came from, you didn’t know. But the coloured item caught your eyes, and you followed its movements without even noticing. Until…

You recognized his silhouette in a second, standing there at the top of the wall. His dark hair, his stature, the way he held himself…

You shouted his name before you could think about what you were doing…

…but he didn’t hear you. Or rather, he did not believe it to be true.

And so, he disappeared again.

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Caspian was very talented at hiding his emotions.

His time as king had completed the long years spent under his uncle’s scrutiny. It was easy for him now, to act politely when he was angry, or sad, or tired.

However, as he stared at Lady Emilia, he did struggle to put on a welcoming smile.

Caspian, the Lady and her father were taking a walk through the paved courtyard. They were talking of trades, of treaties, but soon the conversation settled on the wedding. Emilia seemed excited. Caspian struggled to summon a neutral expression.

“I must admit that I am very content with your decision, Your Majesty,” Lord Cirvan said.

“I am happy you find these conditions to your liking.”

“I must admit that I had given up on this idea of marriage… almost. But you seem to have chosen the wisest option.”

“Indeed…”

Caspian clenched his jaw, and Emilia noticed it. Because even if Caspian was talented, he was not perfect…

Now that she was paying close attention to him, she could see the way he had clenched his fists, the way the muscle of his jaw jumped, the dark look in his eyes he was desperately trying to hide.

Maybe he didn’t want this marriage that much after all…

“Do you still think that we could have reached an agreement without this wedding, Your Majesty?” Emilia asked, breaking the heavy silence that had settled upon the group.

Her father shot her a glare, this kind of question was out of line. But she didn’t care. Instead, she stared at Caspian. He was clearly choosing his words carefully when he answered.

“I think that trades can be settled between our lands. I think we can establish an alliance, even without the bonds of matrimony. But I understand that you wish for reassurance, for certainty.”

She smiled.

It was an extremely polite way to admit that he was still doubtful.

“If we are to be married in Cair Paravel, then you still have a week to change your mind, if need be,” she went on.

But it was her father who answered.

“The wedding is a condition of our treaty. Marraiage will be ensured right after the signature. Actually… Your Majesty, I reckon that we have discussed everything that needed to be said. We can sign now, if you wish.”

Caspian kept on walking. They had been tracing circles for over an hour now, going back and forth through the courtyard. The sun was setting already. It painted the grey stones of the walls with red splashes of light.

Caspian nodded.

There was no hope anyway. You were not here. You would never be…

“Yes, let’s sign the treaty.”

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Apparently, shouting the name of a king right in front of his castle was not a good idea.

You had never been arrested before, it was a brand-new experience. One that you would have been happy to never live through, though…

You were thrown quite ruthlessly in a tiny cell, iron bars made brown with rust. You had stumbled down a flight of stairs, you reckoned that you were somewhere under the fortress. Torches were lighting the way, wet walls smelling of mould and earth…

You turned to see your jailers, right when they began studying your suitcase, trying to find a way to open it.

You remembered the first time Caspian had discovered a zipper. You needed to show him three times how it worked for him to finally get it. He was blushing so much as you stood before him, showing him how to close the jacket he was wearing. You stood so close then, you were laughing at him playfully, and you remembered how he had chuckled…

You needed to get out of this cell. You needed to find him…

You held onto the rusty bars, shaking them in anger and frustration but they didn’t move an inch. You were ready to cry at this point…

If Emilia was here, did it mean that you were too late?

“Listen to me, please,” you argued once more, although the guards didn’t seem to be paying any attention to you, merely turning your suitcase around in their search for a way to open it. “I must see the king. I know him. I need to see Caspian…”

“Be respectful of our King,” the man on the right warned you.

He was bald, with a black and white beard. You guessed he was about fifty.

“I know him! I’m telling you that I know him and I must see him!”

“Yes, of course… and I am the Queen,” the second guard mocked you.

You groaned in frustration, looking for an argument to give… Thinking about every detail Caspian had once told you about this world…

You suddenly had an idea. Because if Caspian would have been considered mad to tell anyone about Narnia in your world, it was different here. People knew your world existed. It was worth a try…

“I know the Pevensies.”

The young guard laughed, but the older one froze.

“I come from the same world as the Pevensies. I need to speak to Caspian. It’s urgent. Please, you have to let me out.”

“Why should we believe you?” the bald guard asked, crossing his arms.

“Tell Caspian that I’m here. I’m Y/N. Y/N Y/L/N. He knows me. Please…”

“We cannot bother the King for nothing.”

“Have you seen my clothes? And my suitcase?” you argued. “Have you ever seen anything like that zipper before?”

“A what?”

“A zipper. The thing closing my suitcase. It comes from my world. I mean… take a look at me. Do I really look Narnian to you?”

But the more he looked at you, the more this soldier thought that, indeed, you didn’t seem Narnian at all…

This was a crazy idea. To think that someone of the other world could come back like this…

But then, he had known the times of the wars between Caspian and Miraz. He had seen the Queens and Kings of Old. And if he locked you up when you were one of them… he didn’t dare imagine what could happen, to Narnia or to himself.

Slowly, he walked up to your cell.

“I will warn my captain. But know that if you are lying, and that we bother the King for nothing… just for some silly woman trying to meet him… you will spend the rest of your days in this cell. Do you understand?”

But instead of being scared, of admitting that you were lying, you nodded frantically.

“Please, tell him I’m here. Tell him, quickly. Please…”

The guard walked away, but he didn’t leave before instructing his colleague to keep an eye on you.

You saw him climbing up the stairs again, and heaved a deep sigh. If Emilia was here, did it mean that you were too late?

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Taglist: @reg-arcturus-black

[danieldeepwebs]

misc. ashe hcs in no particular order

she/they transgirl but thats basically canon. started e post trickster

has had that same black beanie for like 10 years. its not fucked up or anything its just really old

keeps things FOREVER. if you look around her room theres toys from when she was a kid and books she finished ages ago that she holds on to

their ROOM. broke teens make do. only one or two posters are actual posters, the rest are just printed out. she puts pretty much anything on her wall like cute tags, stickers, etc. christmas lights up so she doesnt have to turn on the Big Light. not messy but very cluttered. will repurpose anything as a decoration

she doesnt like showing a lot of skin, only her arms if its hot out

warrior cats kid. at one point in her childhood she was reading about one book a day and took about 10 home from the library whenever they went. evolved into a creepypasta phase

selective mutism. has ok days (can talk comfortably with people they are familiar with) and very bad days (will not talk to anyone, might be able to write/type)

goth :) doesn’t wear a lot of makeup (overstimulating also attention grabbing) but she’s into the music and style

her basic outfit formula is big shirt + big skirt. usually solid colors but she likes plaid and stripes also. not big shoes (although heelys are kinda clunky) but big leg warmer. long sleeve under short sleeve if theyre getting a little crazy with it

absurd amount of blankets and pillows. a concerning amount. they dont even bother making the bed or anything bc there is nothing to make. diy padded cell for enrichment

trickster wing wingspan is about 6 feet across and goes down to their calves when theyre folded up. she doesnt have enough control to fly (i dont think she would want too anyway) but she can extend/fold them at will. they twitch a lot when around the wisps though

they got too stressed about picking a name for her dog, so her name is Dog

undiagnosed bpd and maladaptive daydreaming disorder

likes long/lore dense games liked red dead redemption, sdv, persona, etc etc. but will play anything if its with someone else (shooters w dakota, horror/puzzle w will, rpgs w vyncent). she likes animal jam too

would sneak out precanon when they knew mark wouldnt be home for at least a day. she never went too far out, but its how she knows her way around the surrounding area

pre trickster she had some mobility issues with not being able to stand for too long, but didn’t have aids because she wasn’t going anywhere anyways (also she didn’t want to say anything about the pain). post trickster they got a lot worse, so she uses either forearm crutches or a wheelchair

studying criminology and computer science

[n0madsbase]

DOY AS A BF 😭 Im like really curious about his jealous side but I also see him like some who will take care of you and will advise you but if someone hits on you, he'll jump, won't care if he's in the middle of the street. Idk tho, I feel like I might be wrong

Jealousy, Jealousy

Genre: Fluff, Angst?

Pairing: Doy x reader

Warnings: Jealous doy 😼, suggestive ending, established relationship

W/C: 1.1k

A/N: I changed from using “I” to “you” so somebody pls tell me if it’s fine. Also I feel Doy to be the silent jealous type and not pick a fight with the person flirting but deal with it in private 🤭

The bathroom door opens and out walks doy fresh from his shower, he has his towel wrapped around his waist and his torso was still faintly wet from his shower, you sit at your vanity continuing to get ready whilst you admire your boyfriend through the vanity’s mirror

Doy had invited you to come along with him to have a night out with the boys. You accepted as you didn't really have anything planned for the night, you were probably just going to stay in and maybe watch a movie

Also you wouldn’t want to pass up the opportunity of going out with your boyfriend and drinking (the night away)

You hear footsteps before you sense Doy behind you and feel him lean down, you make eye contact with him through the mirror and see him place a kiss to your shoulder he moves up and begins to pecker kisses on your neck

You raise your shoulders trying to get his head away from your neck as his lashes tickle your neck. You eventually get him away from your neck before his hand comes to your chin and he lifts and turns it so you’re looking more at him

He leans down to place a chaste kiss on your lips he smiles at you before letting your chin go and walking towards the closet that you both shared

“You’re such a tease” you roll your eyes while turning around in your vanity stool telling him whilst looking at him in the walk in closet as he searches for a shirt to wear

Doy lets out an airy laugh, he had pants on at this point but was still searching through his side of the closet for something to wear

You stand and begin to walk towards the closet, you flick the light switch on that is outside the closet doors “Maybe this might help you look for a shirt?” you sarcastically ask Doy before walking into the closet and pulling out a black short-sleeved shirt

“Wear this one” you hand the shirt over to Doy and he salutes you as if you were a sergeant and he was a loyal soldier. You lightly slap his shoulder before heading back to your vanity

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

You were lightly buzzed from the drinks you’ve had so far. Doy and the boys had rented out a private booth and the night was going great so far

You and Doy were sitting in the booth and you signalled for your boyfriend to move closer so you could speak into his ear

“I’m going to bathroom i’ll be right back”

He nods before speaking into your ear “Want me to come with and stand outside the door pup?”

You wave him off saying it’s fine and get up from the couch and begin to make your way to the bathroom

Returning back from the bathroom was interrupted as someone bumped into you causing whatever contents was in their cup to spill over you, not everything was spilled out of the cup but it was enough to make you annoyed

Before you could reprimand the person for bashing into you you hear a familiar voice calling your name

“Y/N?!?”

“Yeonjun?!”

You’re brought into a hug before you can fully comprehend that your ex coworker is hugging you he releases you from the hug but keeps his arms on your shoulders

“I knew it was you!- see I wasn’t sure but I was like is that short person really Y/N or not-, let me buy you a drink as an apology”

You don’t even have time to respond that you were with other people before you’re sat down on a bar stool and Yeonjun orders two drinks

“How have you’ve been!” Yeonjun asks interested

“I’ve been okay- i think?”

“You think?” He leans more towards you and our drinks arrive seconds after, he slides the drink towards you “Would this make you better” he references to the drink slid towards you

Yeonjun had always had a flirty nature and you learned that when you used to work with him

“I miss you- you should come back so we can work together again” he pouts a little

“Definitely not, hated working there” we share a light laugh before yeonjun grabs my hand

“Let’s go dancing or something” He says wanting to egg you on

But before you could answer someone abruptly pulls you up from the stool and towards them, the person wraps their arm around your shoulder you look to the side and recognise your boyfriend, but he had an off expression on his face

“Hey pup, you were taking kinda long” Doy puts emphasis on the nickname and stares directly at yeonjun without breaking eye contact

“Sorry I met my old coworker” You say to Doy

“Oh my bad- Yeonjun this is Doy and a Doy this is-“

“Yeonjun!” you’re cut off by him before you could finish your sentence. He sticks his hand out for Doy to shake but Doy just stares at yeonjun’s extended hand

“Ouch, tough crowd” Yeonjun says while dropping his hand

“Let’s go, we’re leaving” You get enough time to say a quick goodbye to a smirking Yeonjun before Doy is dragging you towards the exit

𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

The car ride has been pretty quiet returning back to the apartment and even after entering the apartment Doy had been oddly quiet. It didn’t take long for you to figure out what was wrong with doy. Doy was laying on your shared bed scrolling on his phone as you sat at your vanity

You get up and walk towards the bed straddling Doy’s thighs and he places his phone towards on the bed beside him

“You’re awfully quiet big boy what’s wrong” you ask while tracing patterns on his chest

“…..”, “Does yeonjun have something to do with this” You hear him sharply inhale, this confirms your theory

“Are you perhaps jealous?” You tease while smirking. Doy turns his hand to the side and you lean down and place a kiss on his neck

“Doy you know i love you” he mumbles something along the line of ‘mhmm’ “So you do know there’s nothing to be jealous of, especially yeonjun he’s just naturally a touchy person”

“…whatever..” you sigh and grab his chin lightly to turn his head so he’s facing you “I know pup but it was just weird seeing another guy being all..” he loses his words but you know what he’s trying to say “..with you”

You place a kiss on his lips before starting to speak again “Want me to show you how much I love you?” you ask in a suggestive tone

“…Or I could show you how no other man will ever compare to me.” Doy says while grabbing your hips. You smile down at him knowing he was back to his normal self before leaning down to begin to share messy kisses with each other

[askcmcarscrew]

Chapter 3: Settling In And Soaring High

At Ramone’s Fashion and Paint Shop

“Alright they’re ready!” Sally shouted from the dressing room.

She had just finished helping the girls get dressed in their new clothes that Ramone had made for them. After him and the others had gotten a chance to get to know the girls and decided to make something that best fits the crusaders’ personalities.

“Well then.. What are you waiting for let’s see them.” Lightning shouted back into the closed curtains.

Seconds later Applebloom stepped out first. Wearing a sleeveless blue plaid shirt, blue jean shorts, and brown faux leather material stitched design casual knee high cowboy boots, and a M&F western twister wool cowboy hat. Good thing her mother’s ribbon hadn’t fallen off when they entered this world so Sally had tied it into a tails down bow.

“What da ya’ll think?”

Applebloom did a pose with her hand on her hip while the other holding up her hat.

“You look ok.”

Sarge gave a small shrug, while everyone else applauded her.

“Thanks ya’ll!”

She stepped off to the side giving Sweetie Belle her time in the spotlight she stepped out the dressing room. Wearing a white sleeveless mini dress with a lime green bow, light purple leggings, light purple zip side wedge boots, and a lime green glitter headband.

“How do I look?”

Sweetie Belle shyly gave a small pose holding her hands behind her back.

“You look fabulous.”

Ramone and the others applauded her and Sweetie Belle smiled moving next to Applebloom,

“Alright Scootaloo you're up! Let's see what you got!”

Lightning shouts into the dressing room and Scootaloo steps out. She's wearing an orange sleeveless T-shirt that Ramona had also cut holes in the backs for Scootaloo’s wings, a mid wash contrast jersey sleeve denim jacket to hide her wings, blue jeans, converse black classic high top sneakers, and a grey slouchy beanie.

“Well. What do ya say?”

Scootaloo gives a pose her fist up in the air and her other on her hip.

“You look awesome Scootaloo.”

Lightning and the others applauded them as they show of their new looks one more time.

. . .

Now that the girls have gotten a few lessons in how the human world works. Some new clothes to wear as well, and finally decided to tell the rest of the town about them. All that left is to decide who the girls will be staying. It took a while but Doc had decided that the girls should stay with him the first night just to get settled in. Then Applebloom will be staying with Sarge, much to his dislike, Sweetie Belle with Ramone, and Scootaloo with Lightning. So far everything looked all good, they’ve taken care of everything that needed to be done...That is...until Scootaloo asked one little question that caught everyone off guard.

“So..This is all cool and stuff. But when can I get started on my flying practice?”

Scootaloo was sitting at a table inside Flo’s V8 Cafe giving Lightning and Doc a bored look. At a loss for words they haven't even given the thought that a pegasus would not want to be stuck on the ground all day.

“Well..Scootaloo ya see we have a lot of people that visit own town quite often. And we don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be flying around. The wrong person might see you.”

Doc and the others have already explained to them what might happen if more people find out that they’re magical, talking, multi-colored ponies from an alternate world. And the thought of being taken off to some lab and experimented on...didn’t sound to fun in the girl's mind. But still Scootaloo didn't like the thought of being grounded during their entire stay here, especially for who knows how long they’ll even be here. And Scootaloo needed to practice her flying or else she’ll go stir crazy. Everyone paused to think for a moment...suddenly an idea popped into Lightning’s head.

“I got the an idea! What if Scoots goes flying at night around Willy’s Butte. It’s the perfect place and no one else will be able to see her because it’s so dark. And if they do they’ll think she’s a bird flying around. And I’ll be there to keep an eye on her to make sure nothing bad happens.”

Doc put a hand to his chin in thought.

His plan sounds possible, the fact no one will be able to she her, and Lightning standing guard keeping watch. It seems like the a pretty solid plan.

Doc was instantly snapped out of his thoughts when he found Scootaloo kneeling down in front of him, hands out front in a begging manner, and giving him the biggest puppy dog eyes imaginable. Unable to resist the sheer cuteness of it all smiled

“Sounds like the perfect plan…”

Doc was stopped mid sentence when Scootaloo jumped in his arms giving him a great big hug.

“Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You Thank You!!!"

. . .

The sun set and the moon's now high in the sky. An excited Scootaloo cannot wait to get out, stretch her wings and finally teach herself how to fly.

“ Come on come on hurry up! I wanna get all the time I can flying!”

“Alright alright. Just let me get my jacket.”

Lightning grabbed his jacket from the bed and slipped it on, locked his door and the two head off to Willy’s Butte.

. . .

It’s been three hours already and Scootaloo still could not get herself off the ground. Lightning had automatically assumed that she already knew how to fly...Boy was he wrong. For the past three hours Scootaloo had done nothing but fall flat on her face..quite literally. Covered in cuts and bruises Scootaloo was stomping the ground, kicking dirt and rocks everywhere, pretty much throwing a tantrum right there in front of him. Then she plopped down next to a rock pulled her legs up close and started crying.

That’s it!

Lightning got up from his spot and walked over to Scootaloo kneeling down in front of her

“ Hey there Scoots you ok?”

Sob Sob…

“Aw Come on Scoots you’re not giving up are you? I thought you wanted to fly? Do you really think you’ll achieve anything by giving up every time you get frustrated?”

“...”

“You can do it if you really try.”

She looked up at him and he held out both hands

“Come on squirt. Give it another go.”

She took his hands and he lifted her up, wiping away her tears she put on a determined face and took a deep breath, opening up her wings at first getting nowhere.

“You got this Scoots! Don’t give up!”

Scootaloo looks back at him for a second she could of swore she saw Rainbow Dash standing right there turning back looking up at the sky.

This is what I want. I can’t give up,opening up her wings.

I won’t give up.flapping hard.

I won’t give in, floating off the ground.

I won’t back down, closing her eyes.

Not now. Not when I’m so close. I can’t stop. I won’t stop. I can do this. I believe in myself. I have faith in myself. I trust in myself. I trust in my heart. I’ve got the power. This is it. This is my goal. This is my dream. Everything I’ve worked so hard for. Is all for this.

Scootaloo slowly opened her eyes, looking down at Lightning she was at least 30 feet high in the sky.

“YAY! ALRIGHT SCOOTALOO YA DID IT!!!”

Lightning shouted high in the sky cheering on Scootaloo eyes widen beaming with pride Scootaloo exploded

“AWWWW YEAAAAH!!!”

shooting through the sky, and soaring up higher. Feeling that she’s finally broken free from her cage. Spreading her wings out wide and soaring, finally flying.

I’ve done it. I’ve finally done it. Lightning if it wasn’t for you I would have given up..

flying down into his arms Thank you Lightning. Thank you.

[cmon-butch]

27 HOME

TW:

“We’re gonna go soon, Addi, very soon.”

“W-want to l-leave.” Addi curls into a ball, careful not to squeeze her abdomen too tight. The stitches are extremely sore. She winces at almost every movement she makes.

“I know you want to leave, love. So soon. I promise you,” Hazel answers once again. She’s found that calling Addi, love, seems to calm her.

“N-no more.”

Hazel sighs. “One last round of IV medicines. After that, we can do it all at home. We’re gonna go soon.”

Addi groans. She doesn’t want the medicines anymore, but they do make her feel better. She can move better when she takes them. The girl they call Hazel talked the hospital staff into taking off her restraints and just letting Hazel keep an eye on her. She likes that.

Addi has been warming up to Hazel, as far as Hazel can tell. She’s less scared. She’s been talking. Not about where she was. Just about going home and not wanting to do things.

The doctors explained that her mindset has become very dependent and her memory has been altered. She will need supervision. She will need therapy, physical and emotional, and Hazel is even thinking of taking her to a speech therapist to fix that stutter she has developed.

She has already asked for reduced shifts at the hospital. David is even willing to help out.

Addi’s mother was heartbroken. Emily sobbed for days about her daughters missing memory. When it got too much for her, Hazel proposed that Addi could stay with her and David until Em had come to terms with reality. With little protest, she agreed.

“I dont w-want it, H-H-Hazel,” Addi whimpers. She can never say Hazels name without stuttering. Her H’s keep tripping her up.

“I understand that, Addi. Just one more treatment here, then we can go home. They make you feel better.”

“B-but I don’t want to.”

“I know, love. Just one more. Stick with me.”

The on call nurse enters with her med cart, rolling it next to the bed. “Good morning, Ms. Addi. How are we doing?”

Addison shoots a scared look into Hazels direction. She doesn’t answer. Hazel stands, whispering into the nurse’s ear. “She’s terrified of how the medications make her feel. Just be quick. I don’t want her getting up and hurting herself.”

The nurse nods, injecting the last round of IV pain meds into Addi’s system. They always make the patient very cold. Hazel gently lays a blanket on top of Addi, careful not to scare her.

“That’s it, love. All done.”

“G-go home now?”

“In a few moments. They have to get all this annoying stuff off you first.” To be honest, Hazel appreciates the fact that the pain killers make Addison more calm and docile. Even somewhat silly. That way, the car ride might not be too terrible for her.

“Off now?”

“Soon.”

…

The nurses enter an hour later. The meds have kicked in. Hazel watches as they maneuver the patients body in any way they want without her protesting. The pull off the leads, leaving the stickers. They replace the IVs with bandages. She is dressed in a few of David’s clothes. He came by earlier and brought them, Hazel wanted something oversized so she wouldn’t feel too trapped.

“You hanging in there?” Hazel calls.

“H-h-hanging,” is all she hears back. The sun is falling below the hospital window sill. It’s almost dark. They finally get to leave.

“Feeling okay? Not hurting anywhere.”

“Feels g-good.”

Hazel gives a sigh of relief. She has already picked up the prescription pills. She can’t imagine how she’s going to get Addi to take them. They’ll cross that bridge when they get there.

“Ready to go, love?”

The nurses finish, clearing out of the way. All that’s is left is Addi. She’s in oversized pajama pants and a large t-shirt. The short sleeves go down to her elbows. They leaned her back up against the bed. She offers a small, silly smile. Of course she’s not in pain.

“R-ready.”

Hazel brings the wheelchair over to her bedside. With some needed help, Addi slides her way into it. She laughs a slow, slurred laugh, probably thinking of something absurd. Hazel wheels her out, avoiding the larger crowds and louder noises. She doesn’t want Addi to be tugged out of this pleasant state.

The car has been in that same spot for five days. Hazel hasn’t left since her shift started. Before all this happened. Hazel lifts Addi into the passengers seat, setting a pillow down for her to lie on.

She sets her stuff in the back, taking the backpack filled with her clothes and a toothbrush and throwing it on the floorboard. She sighs, exhausted.

Taking her seat at the wheel, she puts Addi in a comfortable position. Leaning the girls back against the seat and letting her head rest on the pillow. “Still feel okay?”

“S-sleepy. Want to g-go h-h-home.”

“We’re on the way. Just rest. You need it.”

[atozfic]

lessons in law.

⎘ pairing: fem!reader x choi san.

⎘ genre: dilf!san, lawyer!san, tutor!san, law-student!reader, smut, all parties are of legal age!!

⎘ warnings: dom!san, sub!reader, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, light name calling, mentions of punishment, san is a simp in denial.

⎘ description: sometimes, there’s nothing wrong with an oral exam.

⎘ word count: 1.6k

⎘ author’s note: this was supposed to be a less-than-500-words timestamp. 🧍‍♂️

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“for a d-defamation lawsuit to turn out success- fuck!” from the moment your resolve slips, you regret it, almost going as far as to complain verbally, if you didn’t already know better.

talking back will only get you punished, and not in the way of whips and chains and all things spice, but in the way of being left high and dry, pussy wet and unfilled. 

cold air brushes up against your sensitive folds as the man beneath your desk pulls away from your sopping core. you glance down in time to catch the way he swipes his tongue over his lips, collecting the juices you’ve covered him in, in as little as the three minutes he’s been down there.

he’s looking at you with one eyebrow raised, expectantly, awaiting you to correct the error of your ways.

“did i tell you to stop reading, princess?” his voice, the way the gruff in it curls over his words and his beautiful lips move as he speaks, sends a fresh rush of arousal down your nerves.

“no, mr. choi.”

“and what did you do?” 

“stop-” you start, only to do the very thing you said when you jolt in your seat, moments after he’d blown air onto your pulsating heat, torturing you with the minimum amount of pressure against your clit. it takes a deep, calming breath on your end to centre yourself again. “i stopped reading.”

“tsk.” his response worries you. so vague, you’re yet to figure out if he’s going to even bother continuing with the pleasure he was giving you. as if sensing your unsure nature, the drag of his pointer finger over your soaked entrance becomes his answer to the unasked question. “how am i supposed to know you’re studying the notes i gave you if you do that, hmm? do it again and we’ll have to cut the tutoring lesson short today.”

he could have whispered the words and you still would have heard him loud and clear. your eyes reluctantly snap back to the textbook instead of staring down at the sight of him between your legs, hair perfectly slicked back and begging to be messed up, tie undone and hanging from his neck, shirt sleeves rolled up his arms and straining against the muscles of his forearms.

“the act of defamation occurs when someone makes a false and harmful statement...” you begin reciting the words again, after you’d cleared your throat.

as san’s face lowers back onto your aching cunt, you remind yourself over and over to read, just read. that’s all he wants you to do and, in exchange, he’ll take you to heaven with his tongue. but oh, it is so much easier said than done. your hands soon find a grip on the edge of the desk, a place to root yourself down while his tongue drags over you lazily.

“there’s two different types of defamation-” his tongue teases at your hole and you want to beg him, scream at him to shove it- or any other part of him- into your cunt, walls clenching around nothing but your own wetness, causing it to ooze out onto your tutor’s waiting tongue. “libel is the name given to any defamatory words that are written...”

“my princess has the prettiest pussy.” a hand snakes it’s way up your leg, wrapping a tight grip around your thigh before he props it onto his shoulder. when his tongue finally breeches your walls again, it’s at a whole new angle than earlier, and that alone has you wishing you could throw the textbook off your desk only for you to bend over it while mr. choi takes you from behind.

“slander is spoken defamation, and often more trickier to prove in court...” instead, you keep reading so that he’ll keep eating.

“what would your dad say if he knew this is what you use our tutoring sessions for, huh?” san continues to taunt you between licks of your cunt, switching his focus between your hole and your clit. he’s trying to get you to disobey him. “if he knew his dear friend who he asked to help his pretty little daughter get accepted into his law firm has actually been teaching her how to take a proper cock? oh, and just imagine his face if he knew that i fucked you under his very own roof.”

“d- defamation cases are often costly and are a long procedure...” you can’t help it when, instinctually, your hand flies down to tangle itself in his perfectly done hair. instead of pushing you away like you’d thought he would have, san only closes his eyes and let’s out a moan as you tug his hair, face nestling itself deeper between your legs and causing his nose to bump against your clit.

“you have no idea how much i think about you, baby.” his free hand lands on your heat, cupping it as he pulls back to stare up at you. “got me wishing i could have you every hour of the day. that you were mine alone to touch, and fuck, and kiss.”

“w-what would-” you become brave suddenly, spurred on by the moment of vulnerability from the man between your legs, looking so much more at your mercy than ever before, like he’s begging to worship the only goddess he’ll ever know. “your son, or your ex-wife, say if they knew you were doing this, hmm? that you took on an apprentice only to corrupt her?”

“you were corrupted long before i got my hands on you, y/n.” he smirks up at you, only to chuckle when he thrusts a finger into your cunt, no warning, and you gasp, tugging on his hair again. “the only thing i’ve done is show you how good sex can be when you’re doing it with someone experienced instead of some sweaty frat-boy who finishes in two minutes and doesn’t even know where your clit is.”

“you’d be surprised, some of them are better than you give them credit.” you’re lying, without an ounce of shame about it. and it’s more than worth it to see the way his eyes darken, his eyebrows frown, his hand picks up the speed that his finger thrusts into you.

no warning comes when he inserts a second finger. 

“really? can they make you beg for their cock like a bitch in heat?” he doesn’t bother to stall any longer, head diving back down between your legs to shut you up.

his mouth latches onto your clit, rolling it between his lips and prodding at it with his tongue while he continues to fuck you with his hand. a third finger enters you and you throw your head back, body curling off the leather of your desk chair while you tighten your grip on san’s hair.

“mr. choi, please.” you’re not even sure what you’re begging for.

“yeah, just like that. a little slut begging to be fucked full, that’s all you are, right? and no one knows how to give you what you want but me.” every whine, moan of your voice, every time your walls tighten around his digits, it strokes his ego and keeps him giving you more, more, more.

when the coil in your body is so close to finally snapping, he rips his hand from you. it’s a moment of devastation only, until you feel his hand, soaked in you, clasping around your other thigh and dragging it over his shoulder too. then his tongue is back in you, drinking in every bit of essence your quivering hole offers him.

when you cum, it’s with your body more sat on him than the actual chair, hands on your ass and holding you against his face as his tongue continues to work you through the electrifying feeling, nose bumping over your clit every so often. while your jaw is slacked open in a silent scream, san makes no attempt to hold back the moans and grunts ripping through his chest.

“shh, shh, i’ve got you.” he coos when he rises from under your desk, lowering your still quivering body back down onto your chair. you have half the mind to wonder if he’s a completely different man to the one who’d been buried between your thighs minutes ago, as he brings up a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. instead of a smirk or a scowl, he wears a smile, even when you feel his fingers dip back between your swollen folds.

“mr. choi, i need a break first-”

“shh, it’s okay.” and you believe him, as he retracts his hand and brings it up to your mouth, commanding you to open it. your eyes flutter shut as your mouth wraps around his fingers, tasting yourself all over them. “so pretty, aren’t you?”

you can only nod, so relieved he gave you what you wanted even though you’d stopped reading. you’re unsure how long he lets you sit there with his fingers in your mouth but him removing them brings you back into the room instantly. coating your cheek in your own spit-mixed cum as he cups it, he leans down to place a kiss on your neck.

“i need to go make a quick call but, when i come back, i expect you to be naked on your bed, ass up and face down.” this time it really is nothing but a whisper, yet you hear him loud and clear.

“why?” it seems like a silly questions to ask, when you already know exactly why he wants you in that position.

“you didn’t think i was really going to let you get away with talking back to me, did you?”

[harryspet]

please don’t bite | p.parker, s.rogers, b.barnes

[Warnings] peter parker x reader, dark!steve x reader, hints of dark!natasha/dark!bucky x reader, vampire!steve/bucky/natasha, vampire au, vampire blood addiction, withdrawals, kidnapping, dubcon, intoxicated sex, oral sex (female recieveing)

A/N: hello, it’s been forever! I was in the middle of writing this when @cherienymphe announced her  “Cherienymphe’s 5K Twilight Renaissance Writing Challenge” so I decided to join in! She’s one of my favorite dark writers so please check her out if you haven’t. 

In which addiction leads you into a den of vampires. 

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You piled all the dollar bills you had in your pocket on the table, “There. We can just use this.” You plopped down beside your boyfriend on the couch, fully feeling the headache you’ve had for the past two weeks. It was like your brain was pounding against your skull and sending painful waves through your body. 

“This is twenty bucks and a … grocery store coupon for … shampoo,” After counting it, Peter flicked the money back onto the coffee table, leaning back with you. You tossed your legs over his lap and he wrapped his arm behind you, “So we have fifty bucks between us … great.”

“That’s enough, right?” You asked, barely able to hear yourself think through your headache. 

“It’s like two-hundred just for a small vial,” A shiver ran through your body and Peter pulled you closer. Not only did the heat not work in the shoebox you two called an apartment, you were starting to get random chills and it was another rough winter in New York. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, “Fuck, fuck-”

Peter shushed you, “We’ll be okay,” Peter said, trying to be strong for the both of you though his body was punishing him even more than yours was, “I got a gig by the pier, and by the end of the week, we should have enough.”

Your breath hitched in your throat as you clutched his chest, “That’s too long. We’ll die before then.”

“We’ll be okay,” Peter insisted though he didn’t quite believe himself. 

Vampire blood was one cruel mistress. It was hard to remember your lives before you took your first sips of the addictive potion. You both had everything going for you, highschool sweethearts that became successful college students but that was all gone now. You can’t hold a job or go to school when you’re on vampire blood. The highs last hours and, when you have enough of it, weeks can go by without you noticing. 

“What was it like? Drinking from the vein?” You asked him, the taste of the blood was faint on your lips as you tried to remember the exact taste. 

Peter’s head tilted back as he stared up at the cracks in the ceiling, “Like Heaven on earth. Like eternal life …. like nothing any normal human would ever feel. So good … jesus.”

Sometimes Peter wished he never introduced you to the taste but he’d forget all about it when you were high together. The sex was unbelievable, vampire blood being a strong aphrodisiac, and your love felt even stronger, “I want to try it,” You thought out loud, “If I’m gonna die soon, I-I wanna try it.”

“You’re not gonna die. Our brains are just totally miswired right now,” Peter groaned, turning his face towards yours. He kissed your forehead and, for a moment, it eased the pain. You tilted your head up to kiss the sides of his mouth. He tilted his head to the side and you kissed deeply. He pulled away suddenly and his eyes gazed into yours, “What would you do?”

“W-What?”

“What would you do to taste it from the vein?” You swallowed and your throat ached. 

You nodded your head, “Anything. Oh god, anything, Peter.”

You’d sensed he’d had an idea and a weak grin began to pull at your lips. That quickly fell as Peter pulled away from you. You expected him to be excited but he was completely solemn, “I have an idea,” He said, “You can say no … but if you don’t say no, you have to promise that things will be how they used to be afterwards.”

“How they used to be,” You couldn’t even think that far back. You couldn’t imagine a single date, single birthday card or New Year’s Eve kiss while you were in so much pain, “Sure, Pete. We just need a taste a-and that’ll clear our minds and things we’ll go back to how they used to be.”

+

As if things couldn’t get any worse, your stomach growled. You’d gotten dressed up, put on light makeup, and styled your hair for whoever Peter had taken you to meet. You didn’t quite care anymore because your headache continued to cripple you over the past few days. 

You pulled your jacket tighter as you waited on the steps of the gentrified brownstone. Peter pressed the doorbell nervously, watching as you shiver in your small, black dress. Peter dressed in his finest slacks and button down but was very aware that he probably wouldn’t be the center of attention tonight. He reached out to grab your hand which you happily took. 

“Why is he making us meet him so late?” You whispered, shivering. 

“He’s a vampire,” Peter shrugged, “They’re like nocturnal, I guess.”

Peter had reached out to ring the doorbell again when the door suddenly opened. A red headed woman opened the door, her hair cut short and a sultry smile on her face. You could tell instantly by the shine in her skin and darkness in her eyes that she was not like you. 

“Peter,” She greeted, smirking, “You look … hungry.”

“And cold,” He added, sensing your uncomfortableness as she took him in like he was her prey. 

“Right, come on in,” Peter led you inside the expensive home and out of the cold winter. You pressed yourself closer to him, not only because you were still shivering but because you’d never been alone with a vampire, “Steve will be here any moment.”

The woman led you down a corridor and you passed modern art sculptures and other expensive decorations you didn’t quite understand, “Steve?” You perked up at the mention of someone else. 

“That’s, uh, who we’re meeting,” Peter said quickly.

“Unfortunately, I’m booked tonight. A sweet young thing I met a few weeks ago. British accent, total dreamboat, but Steve will take great care of you two,” She led the two of you into a dining room where wine and horderves were laid out, gesturing for the two of you to take a seat, “Let me take your jackets.”

You looked at Peter and he nodded, “It’s okay,” Hesitantly, you slid off one of your sleeves and you felt her eyes begin to burn into the skin of your neck. Your arms weak, you lifted it out to her and she graciously accepted it. Peter did the same, taking a seat and waiting for you to do the same. Your eyes were still on the mysterious woman until Peter grabbed your hand. 

“I hope to see you both soon,” She smiled again, leaving the room, “Keep your eyes on this one, Pete.” 

You turned to him, your eyebrows raised, “How do you know her?”

“That’s her,” Peter said, grabbing the bottle of wine, “I told you about the first time I tried it from the vein. I think she has a thing for young guys. Or young anything.”

As he poured himself a glass, you reached out for a cracker and tried not to eat too fast as you pushed them into your mouth, “Why’d she look at me like that?” You asked, covering your mouth. 

“You’re a virgin,” You almost snorted, “I mean, your veins are. You’ve never been fed off of.”

“Oh,” You swallowed, taking his glass from him as you washed down your food, “I don’t wanna be. That’ll hurt, right?”

“Don’t worry, that’s not what we’re here for.”

Feeling some of your energy return, you stood up from the dining table, deciding to look closer at all the artifacts, “Y/N, what are you doing?” Peter asked, his fingers rubbing his temples, “Sit down, please.”

“Why do they have food if vampires don’t eat?” You asked out loud, annoying him further. There seemed to be a million framed pictures on the wall and you studied them as you passed along. They seemed to transform from black and white to fully in color, polaroid to digital. 

“For their human prey, probably.”

“Prey?” A deep voice spoke up, surrounding the room, bringing Peter out of his chair and your head turning quickly, “That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”

“Mr. Rogers,” Peter rushed out, and you wondered how he could muster up so much energy to be nice, “I didn’t mean …”

“No worries, I try to be polite but I am a blood sucking demon after all,” The blonde-bearded man smiled. He was so muscular, you’d pictured someone skinny and frail. “Won’t you introduce me to your …”

“Girlfriend,” Peter said a bit sadly. He wasn’t sad that you were his but that this was the saddest excuse for a date night, “This is Y/N.”

You raised a hand to wave but he crossed the room to take your hand. He kissed your knuckles, smiling charmingly as he looked into your eyes. Blue eyes, you weren’t expecting those either. Despite the porcelain skin he looked quite human. His suit was black, and his white shirt was pressed nicely beneath it, like he’d just returned from an important event. You smiled back weakly, “Pleasure to meet you, doll.”

“It’s … nice to meet you too.”

You felt Peter’s eyes on you as your hand fell back down to your side, “You two look like you’ve seen better days,” You moved closer to Peter because, despite his kind smile, you didn’t fully trust him. 

Peter rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly, “Is it that obvious?” The nice clothes couldn’t hide the fact that they hadn’t had any vampire blood in almost three weeks. It was amazing that they were still standing. 

“I think I can help you both out,” Steve assured you two, “If you had enough of the horderves, you can follow me upstairs.” He turned and Peter grabbed your hand as you all left the room. 

“What exactly do we have to do … you know, for the blood?” Looking up at Peter, you worried that he was nervous for reasons that he was not telling you. Steve led you to the stairs and, as you climbed, you couldn’t help but look at all the photos that lined each wall. The upstairs wasn’t lit, making it feel like you were stepping into a story with a not-so-happy ending. 

“Peter didn’t tell you?” Steve asked, not bothering to turn around. He led you down the hall to what you assumed was the master bedroom. 

“Not everything,” Peter said quickly. 

You expected some kind of evil den but the room was quite normal. High ceilings, brown upholstered bed, a view of the neighborhood, and a fireplace. You and Peter stood awkwardly, looking around, as Steve made his way over to the fireplace. He leaned down to turn a dial and moments later, it sprouted with fire. 

“Peter,” You nudged him, your brows furrowed. He didn’t say anything which worried you more. Steve stood up, taking off his jacket which made your heart begin to race. Some of the fear disappeared quickly as he rolled up his white sleeves … exposing lower arms. 

Now, your mouth was watering, “There’s no need to worry, doll. I already promised Peter that no harm will come to the two of you. But you do understand that this is a trade? I give you my blood and you give me what I want.”

Peter opened his mouth to say something but you interrupted, “And what do you want?”

“I want to watch,” He stated, looking the two of you over, “I consider myself somewhat of a voyeur, I like to watch when people are intimate.” You looked back and forth from him to Peter. 

“Y/N, we don’t have to if you don’t want to,” Peter spoke quietly, worry in his eyes. 

���Of course not,” Steve smiled, already a bit aroused by your shocked expression. He reached into his pocket to pull out a pocket knife, its handle having an old and intricate design, “But I think it’ll be very enjoyable on your side of things. The blood will certainly take the edge off and I won’t overstep my boundaries, I promise.”

“And we’re supposed to trust a vampire … ,” Steve stepped closer, pressing the knife to his skin. 

“We don’t have another option,” Peter said, his eyes focused on Steve’s vein. Peter let go of your hand, the addiction taking over as he moved closer to Steve. Steve cut into his arm, the crimson running down it but not a drop touched the floor before Peter pressed his lips to the wound. 

When Peter pulled away, his head tilted all the way back, as the sweet serum traveled down his throat. You were still staring in shock, the scent reaching your nose, and drawing you further in. It took everything in you to keep your feet planted and your fingernails dug into your palm as you watched. 

Peter smiled, blood on his lips and mouth, “Y/N,” He drawled, “Please, taste it …” He walked towards you, his hands outstretched. The blood on his lips, you could smell it, and you wanted to taste it so bad that it was hurting you. When he leaned into your lips, you didn’t stop him. His tongue entered your mouth and you felt the high he was feeling. 

Your vision began to blur a little as your head tilted back. Peter’s hands were holding you steady as the biggest smile spread across your lips. It was like tasting heaven, something beyond reality and you wanted to never let that supernatural feeling go. 

You felt a foreign hand against your back but you felt like welcoming any touch under the influence of the drug. As Peter pulled his lips away from you, your eyes opened to Steve’s as he was offering you his wrist. With the taste already on the tongue, you gladly accepted more, Peter’s hands roaming over your body as you drank. 

You weren’t sure how you made it to the bed, it felt like you had floated. Peter was right, he was so right, were all the words you could think. You heard those words, felt Peter’s hands, and watched as Steve’s lips turned into a mischievous smile. 

Steve stepped away, the cut on his arm already healing, as he made himself comfortable in a lounging chair by the fireplace. He had to give it to the kid, he seemed to know your body much better than he expected for a guy his age. Either that, or you couldn’t tell what was what at the moment and it was all just pleasure in your glazed over eyes. 

Your head tilted to the side so Steve could analyze every detail of your face. Your dress was pulled down at the top and the bottom rolled up past your stomach. Peter held your legs firmly, biting and kissing your thighs as he made himself comfortable between your legs. 

“God, I fucking love you,” Steve smiled at Peter’s words. Your back arched up as he finally pushed your panties aside, tasting your warm center, “You smell so good. You taste so good.”

You cried out his name, biting down on your bottom lip, and Steve imagined you accidentally drawing blood.  You wouldn't have noticed, there was already blood dripping down your chin. Steve liked how loud you were, he didn’t like the girls that held everything in, and he liked even more how Peter took your mewlings as encouragement to lap at you faster. 

“Fuck,” You cursed, gripping the sheets tightly. Steve felt his pants begin to tighten though he promised himself he would wait, “Fuck, fuck!” You finally came and Peter crawled up your body in order to kiss you on your lips. 

He fumbled with his belt and Steve felt his desperation to be inside you. He was still slow with you when he finally entered you, much more patient than Steve imagined he would be. He kept things slow so you could adjust. He made love to you, kissing your neck, “Is that good?”

You nodded eagerly, “Y-Yeah! Like that …. I love that, Petey. Feels so good … feels so good.”

It was more than ecstasy. The blood mixed with the love of your life, you thought you might cry knowing that no other feeling could compare. 

+

Steve watched the young lovebirds through several rounds and several different positions, your stamina never seeming to run out. Like any other drug, the high relieved the side effects but it didn’t last forever. Eventually, you and Peter floated to sleep. 

You slept through the entire morning and you thought you’d wake in Peter’s arms. You could face any shame and guilt if you were with him but, when your heavy eyes finally opened, you were alone. Your palm against your head, you sat up in the bed, a little bit of sun creeping through the curtains. Looking down, you were completely naked most likely from last night's escapades. 

You felt dirty, for more than one reason. “Peter,” You whispered, stepping out of the bed to look for your dress. Covering your chest, you kneeled down to check beneath the bed, “Peter.”

You breathed heavily, trying to push down your anxiousness as you struggled to find your clothes. When the door of the room opened, you panicked, grabbing ahold of the comforter and pulling it against your body. 

It wasn’t Peter or Steve but a dark haired man, abnormally muscular for a vampire just like Steve. He tilted his head as he looked at you, “Where’s Peter?” You asked immediately. 

“Who?” He raised an eyebrow, shutting the door, “Ohhh, Peter. Right. The boyfriend.”

“Where’s Peter and who are you?” You continued, your eyes wide with fear. Bucky ran his hand over his beard before folding his arms over each other. 

“I’m Steve’s … friend,” You began to recognize him from all the photos, “There’s a few of us who share this house, you know. And I heard you all last night, I asked Steve if I could join the fun but sitting on the sidelines is a bit boring to me.” 

You didn’t care, “If you’re not gonna tell me where Peter is-”

He rolled his eyes, “He’s with Natasha I think. He woke up still craving. Are you craving something too, dollface?”

“Nothing from you,” You shook your head though the idea of his bleeding wrist did pop into your brain, “I-I need to see him.”

“Be my guest. Are you going naked?” You scowled at him, “Go clean up first, please. There should be something for you to wear in the bathroom.”

The two of you stared awkwardly until Bucky realized you weren’t going to move until he left the room, “Fine,” He raised his hands in defeat, “They always get shy in the morning.” He mumbled to himself as the door shut. You quickly hurried to the bathroom, shutting and locking it. 

Why the hell was Peter with Natasha? She’d look at him like she wanted to devour him, in a completely non-vampire kind of way. And he’d left you all alone for that man to find you. Sure, you’d done things last night you weren’t proud of but he’d promised that things would go back to normal after. 

You freshened up in the sink, throwing on a night blue, silk nightgown. You had to scrub the dry blood off of your lips and your inner thighs and you were forced to relive the night. Everything was perfect but as soon as you thought about who watched and probably got off to it, you only felt guilty. You felt even more guilty that you were craving more blood. 

The room was empty when you stepped back into it. Tip toeing over to the bedroom door, you made sure to check to see if the coast was clear before stepping out into the hallway. You thought you could find Peter, snap him out of whatever trance he was in, and take the two of you home even if you had to carry him out on your back. 

“Natasha warned me to keep an eye on you,” He appeared in front of you so suddenly that a small shriek left your lips. You backed up quickly only to run into another tall figure. 

“Bucky, you’re going to hurt her,” Steve warned, his deep voice sending chills down your spine. 

Bucky smirked, “No blood, no foul.”

“You say that now.”

You stepped away from both of them, your back pressing against the nearest wall, “Would you like breakfast, doll?” Steve asked, catching you off guard. 

“You should get something on your stomach, doll,” Bucky seemed to mimic Steve’s concerned nature which caused Steve to press his lips into a frustrated, thin line. 

“Where. Is. Peter? I want to go home.”

“He’s-”

Bucky interrupted him, “You can’t go home.”

“Buck-”

“There’s no use in sugarcoating it,” Bucky stepped closer, resting his arm above you, “We need new blood bags and it’s not like you guys have much to go back to.” 

“We’re not blood bags-”

“We’re all blood bags,” Bucky chuckled, “You guys need us too. Anyways, it’s not a request. Steve is just nicer than me but we’re all going to take what we want.”

You slipped away from him, your feet pushing you even though you knew you were faster. The only reason Bucky didn’t chase after you was because of Steve, “Peter!” You called out, running down the hall, “Peter!” You frantically opened each door you walked past until you got to the end of the hallway. 

When you stormed in, you found him shirtless, sprawled on a bed. Natasha, in a robe, was in front of a vanity, brushing through her red hair. You hurried over to the bed, grabbing a hold of his shoulders, “Peter, we have to get out of here.”

He smiled, softly grabbing ahold of your arm, “My love, you’re so beautiful, you know that?” He was so high that you weren’t even sure if he was really seeing you. 

Tears pricked your eyes, “You promised, Peter. You promised.”

He shushed you, “It’s okay, just give me a few … hours. We’ll be … okay.”

You felt hands on your waist that you didn’t fight. She brushed a piece of hair from your face, touching your cheek with her freezing hand, “I knew you’d like her, Buck. They're both so perfect,” Natasha guided you away from the bed and towards the door where the other two vampires were standing, “So who gets the first bite?”

“Steve’s had his fun. She’s mine tonight.” 

+

hope you enjoyed that fun little one-shot!

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Secretly Submissive ~ Ch.2

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Fandom: Angel (Buffyverse)

Series Rating: E

Series Pairings: Spike/Angel(Liam/William), Angel/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey, Spike/Lindsey/Angel

Series Characters: Angel (Liam Devlin), Spike (William Pratt), Lindsey McDonald, Wesley Wyndham-Pryce, others tbd

Additional Chapter Character: Courtney the waitress (oc)

Word Count: 3653

Chapter Warnings: minor self-denial, d/s, Liam's internal struggle, flirting, UST (for now), Will's a sexually frustrating tease, kissage

Series Warnings: human au, fluff, angst, Dom/sub, smut, bondage...more to be added as series progresses

Series Summary: Liam Devlin, hardworking investor and businessman, receives an unexpected awakening in the form of William Pratt, the unassuming bookstore owner he met online.

Chapter Summary: Determined to assert himself as the dominant one, Liam sets up a date...will he triumph, or will he give himself over to his new desires?

A/N: yay, I succeeded both in making the chapter longer and ramping things up! Next chapter will probably be mostly smut. Also, spot the Destiny reference!

Square Filled: How many tropes can you fit into one fic? ( @howbadcanitbebingo )

Saturday had dragged on for William as he busied himself around the house and checked through all the outgoing shipments and the arrivals for the coming weeks' orders. He kept finding himself checking his cell and the computer to see if Liam had messaged him while he was out of the room. Coffee had become his best friend as afternoon turned to evening and the evening slowly became night.

Around 10:30, his phone chirped and, though he'd never admit it, William dashed out of the bathroom to snatch it up, opening the app and hoping it was Liam.

L: You ready for that date?

W: Now? Bit late don't you think?

L: You tell me…

Attached to the message was a picture. Did he ever not look good? Liam was sitting at a small table in a darkened corner of a coffee shop. William could see other people off to one side of the photo, their heads all turned towards the unseen end of the room, smiling and laughing at something. Maybe there was some kind of event going on, like an Open Mic Night, or a Poetry Slam, either way, the place definitely didn't seem like it was closing anytime soon. 

W: Looks like a coffeehouse.

L: Got it in one. And you're gonna come meet me here, right now.

W: Nice way to ask someone if they would like to accompany you, mate. 

L: Thought you didn't like to be kept waiting? Well, neither do I. 

William scoffed at Liam's demanding remark, and a smirk spread across his face as a thought popped into his head. Time to test the waters a little more.

W: *Don't like waiting*; but I also think you need to learn some manners, pet. 

As he waited for a reply, William headed into his bedroom to pick out something to change into, just in case. In the picture, Liam was dressed decidedly more casual than seemed to be his everyday attire, wearing a soft and warm looking, creme colored, long-sleeved shirt, rather than the button-ups William had seen him in so far. His hair had been gelled mildly at the front into messy spikes instead of the slicked back look he seemed to prefer for business hours. William didn't want to underdress for the occasion, nor did he want to attempt to show him up by overdressing, so he decided on a short-sleeved, gray v-neck, and a charcoal vest to go with a pair of black jeans, and the usual boots he wore when he went out into town. His hair was still lightly gelled from this morning, a few curls having broken free to frame his forehead, giving him nearly just the look he preferred for these types of outings, so he decided to leave it be. Setting the clothes out on his bed, he smirked at the chirp of Liam's replying message and went to go check his phone.

L: …Will, would you like to join me tonight for a cup of coffee?

William chuckled at the formality of the request, picturing the look of chagrin that must have been on the young man's face as he typed it out.

W: There, now, pet. That wasn't so hard, was it?

L: Harder than you might think. 

William's eyes widened at that, sensing another Freudian slip in the comment.

W: Heh. More wordplay, Liam? Alright, mate, I'll come…

He sent the message and let the double-entendre hang between them for a second before continuing typing.

W: Send me the address, and I'll meet you there in about half an hour.

*William has left the chat*

Not waiting for Liam's response, he closed out the app and went to get changed. Deciding not to accessorize, he laced up his boots, grabbed his phone, wallet, and keys, and headed out the door, checking for the address as he locked up. 

****

Liam stared out the window as he waited for Will to arrive, his head a jumble of confused thoughts as he watched the cars go by. His attempt to reassert himself as the dominant of the two had completely backfired. What was this man doing to him? Typically, if any of his potential partners had shown such brazenness as to challenge him as William had, he would either have promised a swift punishment for their insolence or ended the conversation then and there, moving on to the next match. 

Instead, he'd found himself unexplainably aroused by the blonde's chastisement and had caved within mere minutes, acquiescing to the admonishment with a proper invitation. Even now his cock was still half hard…and twitching further to life as a sleek, black Viper pulled into the parking lot and William stepped out of the vehicle, looking like the devil himself had come to tempt him. He had to salvage this spiraling situation and show Will he was always the one in charge; no matter that his hormones seemed to be thinking otherwise the past couple nights. 

He couldn't take his eyes off the blonde as he walked through the coffee shop towards him, his resolve already wavering as his gaze drew down the slim frame. William looked nowhere near as bookish as he did in his profile picture, blonde curls framing his face in an almost bed-mussed manner, wire-rimmed glasses obviously traded for contacts. His vest hung open over a tight-fitting tee, teasingly hinting at the muscles hidden beneath the cotton, and his jeans looked painted on, leaving very little to the imagination as Liam's gaze drifted over the slightly bulging crotch. The real surprise in the man's attire, though, were the pair of Doc Martins the skin-tight jeans were tucked into. 

Liam adjusted himself, hoping to hide his burgeoning erection in the darker lighting of the corner he'd chosen, and stood, stepping out of the cozy, half-hidden booth both to show off his own choice of attire and as a challenge to the blonde. William's smile, as he stopped in front of him and took in his appearance, threatened to undo him. There was a flush of warmth in his chest at the obvious approval he could see on the blonde's face even in this dim light, and he gulped hard, his cock hardening further in his no-longer loose fitting jeans. 

"'Lo, Liam. Nice…belt there, pet. From what I've seen of you so far, can say it's quite fitting."

Liam felt his face heat, and mentally kicked himself for his choice of belt buckle; it was a silver and red piece, with a depiction of a cockatoo beneath the word cocky. He had thought it would be a small hint at his own unwillingness to be the one to back down, but now all it did was bring attention to the exceedingly obvious hard-on tenting his crotch. Willing himself not to take the bait, he nodded curtly and stepped to the side a bit, waving his hand towards the booth.

"Will, nice to meet you face to face. Have a seat."

William's eyebrow quirked, bringing to attention the small scar cutting through the darker hair, and Liam was sure he was going to challenge the request. But, with a soft scoff of laughter and a shake of his head, he obliged, brushing against Liam's side briefly as he edged past him to sit, scooting down halfway around the curved bench seat so that he would still be able to look at Liam when the brunette finally sat down. Heavily.

"You alright, mate?"

"I'm fine."

He was, in fact, not fine. He was floundering. Just that split-second of contact had his cock throbbing and left him regretting the long sleeves of his shirt preventing the feel of skin against skin. 

"So, why here? Surely, this can't be what you had in mind when we were talkin' the other night?"

"It wasn't my original plan, no, but since I spent most of the day recovering from last night's celebrations, that'll have to wait. But, I also didn't want to put this off any longer, and I knew this place stays open late on weekends…it usually gets a good crowd for Open Mic Nite." Liam paused, looking intently at Will. "There's something about you, Will, I find myself simultaneously infuriated and intrigued by you, and I don't think that's ever happened before."

"Did I put a kink in your usual routine, pet?" That damned eyebrow lifted again, accompanied with a knowing smirk, and Liam felt a fresh rush of arousal both at the innuendo and the look on Will's face. "You've really never had someone trip you up before, have you?"

Liam shook his head minutely, but before he could speak, William had scooted back across the bench towards him, and he found himself pressed back against the back of the booth, the blonde's hand splayed possessively across his chest. William leaned in until their lips were nearly touching, and Liam's breath caught in his throat, his hands clenching the edge of the seat tightly to resist the urge to pull the man closer. He could smell the lingering scent of mint toothpaste on William's breath as it fanned across his lips, and his eyes fluttered shut as he waited.

"Well, just so's you know, I plan to beat you at your own game…pet."

Liam gave up waiting and tilted his chin up to close the scant distance between them, only to feel himself released from the forceful hand pressing against his chest. Blinking rapidly, he saw Will had quickly returned to his spot and had picked up a menu from the table, his face calm, as if he hadn't just thrown Liam's entire being into utter chaos.

"So, what's good here? Never been here before." William looked over at him, unconcerned with the inner turmoil now swirling through Liam's brain. "Liam, pet?"

"I, uh - huh?"

"I asked what drinks here are good? Anything special they do that other coffee shops don't? It's always best to try something different when going somewhere for the first time, don't you think?"

Liam coughed and pushed his chaotic thoughts aside, attempting to regain his composure. 

"Uh, they make a decent Irish coffee." And God, could he use a drink. "Or, there's the creme brulee latte, that's pretty good…"

"Ah, hell, they both sound tempting, but I think I could go for a bit of Irish, Liam." William flashed him that soft smile again, the same mischievous glint in his eyes that had stared out at Liam from his profile photo. "Looks like the waitress is finally coming, try to pull yourself together, yeah?"

Liam blinked again, looking much like a confused puppy, and instinctively sat straighter in his seat as he noticed the approaching woman out of the corner of his eye. 

"You ready for that drink now, Sir?" The waitress, a tall, slender brunette with pink and purple streaks running through the long strands, a multitude of piercings in her ears, and a name tag that read Courtney, smiled at the men and turned her attention to Will. "You know, when I first came by to take his order, he told me he was waitin' on someone. Now I can see why he tipped me twenty bucks just to make sure no one tried to take the table from him. All the girls are already drooling over the two of you. One of the guys, too."

"That right? Well, hate to be the bearer of bad news, luv, but I believe we're both spoken for. Up to you whether you wanna burst their bubbles."

Liam felt an unexpected surge of envy at William's use of 'luv' towards the young woman, and frowned at her responding giggle. 

"Nah, I think it'll be more fun to let them sit and wonder." Courtney winked at Will, and Liam let out a barely audible growl, causing the blonde to glance over at him. "Think I've taken your attention away from the broody one over here long enough though, so, what can I get you guys?"

"Liam says you make a mean Irish coffee, so…what do you think, pet, bit of the hair of the dog?"

Liam pulled his frowning gaze away from the brunette and looked over at William. The way the night was going, he was mildly surprised that the blonde hadn't automatically ordered for him. If they're situations were reversed, as they should've been, he probably would have.

"Definitely."

William chuckled and turned back to the waitress.

"Two Irish coffees, it is, luv."

Liam growled again as the waitress wrote down their order and watched her through narrowed eyes as she walked away. He could feel William studying him.

"Don't tell me you're jealous, pet."

"What? No!"

"It's alright, Liam, I like my partners a bit possessive. Be a bit of a hypocrite if I didn't. Don't really fancy sharing much, either." Will scooted closer to Liam and laid his hand on the brunette's thigh, the tips of his fingers grazing over Liam's aching cock and pulling a gasp from him. "But remember what I said about manners, pet. Keep the caveman routine to a minimum, yeah?"

Resisting the urge to buck up into the teasing touch of William's hand, Liam met his gaze obstinately. Those blue eyes were sparkling with challenge, daring him, and he did his best to return the look.

"Fine. But no more flirting, either. You're spoken for, remember?"

"Oh, I just love the fire in you, pet. God, I could put you over my knee, right now, see how long it would take to spank the cheek out of you. Behave."

Liam bit back a groan at the threat of punishment, his cock throbbing at the sudden image that flashed through his mind. Not trusting his voice, he simply nodded. Will gave him a pleased smile and he felt that warmth spread through his chest again. He expected William to move away again, but instead he stayed where he was, his knee pressed against Liam’s, his hand still stroking gently along his thigh, fingers straying higher every so often to brush over his hard length. 

He still couldn't sort these new emotions awakening inside him; the way it felt when William looked at him in approval, how his cock twitched eagerly at every utterance of pet and how little resistance he put up at each instance of Will taking control. He could feel himself giving in to the need to submit he felt welling up inside himself, and with each passing minute, he was finding it harder to continue caring. He did, however, know that if Will kept up his teasing touches, he would be in danger of embarrassing himself. He couldn’t stop thinking about how those long, slender fingers would feel wrapped around his cock. 

William’s hand stilled on his upper thigh as Courtney returned with their drinks, setting them down on the table with a smile. 

"Let me know if you two need anything else, or if you decide you wanna join the fun", she pointed over at the small stage towards the middle of the room where a man was sitting on a stool, tuning his guitar. "We've still got a few slots open for the night."

"Will do, ducks, but I'm pretty certain neither of us is really up for entertaining the masses…at least, not tonight."

"Shame." 

The waitress walked away and, intrigued by the blonde's comment, Liam found his voice as Will reached for his coffee.

"At least not tonight? Is that a specific interest of yours, entertaining the masses?"

"Well, let's just say, I've been known to perform for others occasionally, and I can usually persuade my partners to participate."

"I usually prefer to just watch the performance, but I find myself feeling more open-minded the longer I'm in your company." Feeling slightly bolder than before, and practically resigning himself to his new urges, Liam lifted his mug in a toast, "here's to trying new things, then."

"Heh, cheers to that, pet." Will raised his mug and tapped it gently against Liam's, a satisfied smirk on his lips. 

Liam could hear the performer on stage beginning his number, but his focus remained on William as the blonde took a sip of the concoction. The look that crossed his face as he drank sent a zing of lust racing down Liam's spine, the blatant hunger etched in those sharp features making his mind veer right back to lewd as it threw images of Will in throes of passion at him in record speed. 

"Oh, God, that's bloody ambrosia. And definitely enough of a kick to it. You chose well, pet." 

"Why does that make me pleased?" Liam blurted the question out without thought, and found himself actually wanting to have it explained. "You…you keep giving me these looks, when I've done something you like - like when I agreed to behave - and I feel this…joy…I've never, and I mean never, enjoyed following orders. So, why is it so different with you?"

"Can't quite explain that for you, Liam. 'S something you're gonna have to figure out in your own time." William set his mug down and stared at Liam, more than a little concern showing in his eyes. "We're not going too fast for you, are we, pet? I don't want you to feel pushed into this; if you feel we need to slow things down, if you need more time to decide, I can wait."

"No. No, I'm done waiting. Sure, I'm confused and…totally thrown by this, but I don't want to keep fighting myself over this. This feels right. I can deal with the rest of it later."

"If you're sure…"

"I am." And he was. He hated feeling like he was being torn in two, trying to deny himself the pleasure he felt whenever William asserted his dominance, the thrill and warmth he felt at his approval. "Will, I don't think I've ever been more sure. I don't know what you've awakened in me, but I can't ignore it now."

William graced him with that approving smile and his hand returned to Liam's thigh as he leaned in to whisper in his ear. 

"Told you I'd win, pet." Liam let out a soft moan at the smug voice, and this time, he did buck up into Will's touch as his palm slid over his aching erection. "Now, drink your coffee before it gets too cold to enjoy. And, keep in mind, good pets get treats." 

Liam gulped hard as William pulled back and turned his attention to the man on stage. Biting back a whimper at the loss of Will's hand, he complied, picking up the mug and taking a large gulp. The burn of the whiskey steadied him some, and he forced himself to relax as he studied William's profile. What had he gotten himself into?

****

William couldn't have been more pleased with the way the night was going. He'd had first-time submissives before, but none as intrinsically eager to give themselves over as this one. Liam's early recalcitrance to submission had obviously been borne of routine rather than nature, and had easily fallen away with the right incentive. His cock ached at the thought of what he had planned for the brunette. 

Sipping slowly at his coffee, he angled himself on the bench so that he could face the stage but keep Liam within his line of sight, keeping his face serenely neutral as he observed the man. Deciding to cut him a little slack, it was their first date, after all, Will turned his attention back to Liam after a few minutes of silence, and struck up a conversation. 

The men soon lost themselves in the discussion, the steady change of performers on the stage forgotten as they spoke, mostly about their respective careers. Liam relaxed visibly as he talked, his passion shining through as he explained his position at the prominent company, Wolfram and Hart, and the rush he got when a stock rose at just the right time. William encouraged him, probing with questions, and felt himself enthralled by how animated he became as he discussed the work that went on in the stock market. 

The hour grew later, and they ordered a third round of coffees as William went on in-depth about the types of books he dealt in, the procedures of acquisition of some of the more rare texts, the thrill of the hunt as he went from auction house to auction house, determined to out-bid other dealers for some of the extremely limited editions. He spoke of his favorite pieces, of the more curious finds he'd come across in his dealings, and was surprised by how genuinely interested Liam was in work; most people found what he did boring, and he'd expected the brunette to have considered it a stuffy and dry profession. 

Before they knew it, it was one a.m., and the last performer for the night was setting up onstage. William set down his empty mug and slid back over to Liam's side.

"How about you be a good pet, settle up the check, and let's get out of here?"

Liam groaned and quickly waved the waitress over, signalling for the check. When Courtney came over, he handed her a few twenties without even looking at the price, just as eager to leave as William. He stepped out of the booth and let Will take the lead, following close behind as they all but ran out of the coffee shop. 

As they walked out the door, Will grabbed Liam's hand and, instead of heading to either of their cars, he dragged the brunette around the corner of the cafe. Once they were hidden well within the shadows of the building, he pushed him up against the wall, crushing his lips to Liam's in a bruising kiss.  

"Believe I mentioned something about a treat", William whispered against Liam's lips before capturing them again.

Next Chapter --->

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[venusiangguk]

gold rush | jjk (m)

>>pairing: jungkook x reader

>>genre: pwp, smut, college au (kinda), established relationship

>>word count: 5k+

>>warnings: oral (m/f), fingering (f), phone sex, normal sex, explicit sex, slapping tits, slapping, crying, degrading, dirty talk, all the sex stuff, jks a lil mean and condescending but it’s very cool and sexy

>>notes: hello! this is my first post on here :) it’s part of a longer scenario i’m just seeing how it’s received before posting the full length version~~

>>summary: jk comes back from a weekend away and he wants to show you just how much he missed you. 

pt. 1 | pt. 2 | pt. 3

It’s a Saturday night and you’re laying in your boyfriends dorm room bed by yourself. You’re bored and alone because Jeongguk had an away tournament that was far enough to warrant a hotel for the weekend. Typically you would have tagged along like many of the students at your university, but you had had a test on Friday that you couldn’t miss. Which is why you found yourself wrapped in one of his t shirts, under his blanket scrolling absently through your phone not really paying attention to anything much, just going from app to app.

Due to the lack of anything better to do, you boredly slipped your hand under the waist band of your panties. Not particularly horny... just passing the time you would say. You casually ran your fingertips over your smooth lips before yanking your hand out, being struck with an idea. You quickly type a text to Jeongguk.

you :

hi

i’m touching myself rn

Short sweet and to the point. You nibble on your lip as you see the typing bubble pop up not even 5 seconds after it says ‘delivered’.

koo 🥴:

hi

pics ? 🥺

You roll your eyes. Two years of dating and that’s still how he responds.

you :

no way

wyd rn ??

koo 🥴:

:(

why not

i’m at dinner w my team

jimin and tae say hi

-insert pic-

You smile at the pic your boyfriend took of his friends. You were pretty close to all of the team but more so Taehyung and Jimin, seeing as you and Jeongguk would go on double dates with the couple quite often.

you:

tell them i said hi and that they should kiss 😌

Immediately he responds.

koo 🥴:

they said only if u send me pics 😌

You laugh before snapping a selfie to send to him.

you:

you didn’t even ask them but ok 🙄

koo 🥴:

ur in my shirt while jerking off ?

😩 🤌 🏻

pics PLASE

PLEASE**

You giggle and you’re about to respond when you get a facetime call from him.

“You’re so impatient,” You scold. From the looks of it, he’s in a bathroom stall.

“And you’re so mean.” He pouts. “Lemme see ‘em.”

You think about being annoying and making him wait more, but he looks so handsome and hopeful that you just can’t bring yourself to tease much. You grab the bottom of his loose t shirt and pull it up and tuck it under your chin. The cool air of the room makes your nipples harden and you grab one of your tits in your free hand and squeeze and shake it gently. “These?” You ask sweetly.

His eyes are hooded and he subconsciously runs his tongue over his lips before biting the plump bottom one softly. He’s blushing when he says, “Mhmm, they’re so pretty. Will you lick them for me, baby?”

You groan. “You know I hate doing that.”

He swallows, and fusses with his hair for a second before his hand goes out of frame again. “I know it just- makes me so hard, I love watching you do it. You don’t have to though.”

You sigh and grip under your boob, and do your best to get your nipple to your mouth. They aren’t small but at the same time they aren’t the biggest so its kinda tough, but if you really try you can get it done. Once you swirl your tongue around your nipple, you hear a soft moan come from your phone speaker and you feel it go straight to your pussy. You suck on your nipple a little more before pulling off with a loud pop!

“Are you hard?” You ask, a slight shake to your voice as you get more and more turned on. He nods. “Are you touching?” He nods again. “Show me.”

He doesn’t hesitate. He pulls his sweater up and holds it between his teeth so you can see his toned stomach as well as the bulge in his pants. He runs his hand over it, toying with the tip some, making soft muffled noises fall from his lips. His stomach tenses a little bit.

You put your hand down your panties again, and tease a little at your clit. “You look so good, I wish you weren’t so far away...” You whine quietly.

Jeongguk groans and brings his face back into view. “I know, baby. I can’t even stay here with you to help or coach will get suspicious. We are supposed to be team bonding before the final game tomorrow.” He rolls his eyes. “I’ve got to will this boner away and go back out there.” He sounds like it pains him as much as it pains you to finish off alone.

“Take it out really quick, just for a second,” You say quickly before he goes.

He scowls playfully. “I really can’t stay, so just a little.”

You lick your lips and nod quickly, rubbing your fingers on your clit a little faster.

He gets the angle right and unbuttons his pants and pulls his hard cock out just enough for him to stroke up and down. He groans once he gets a hand around himself at the same time that you let out a high pitch moan.

Jeongguks cock is so pretty. It’s fat and plump and pink. Shiny at the tip where he’s already leaking. He always gets so wet for you, just like you get wet for him. His hand wrapped around himself is truly a sight. His long slender fingers moving up and down before the whole hand grips around his girth. He’s thick and long and the thought of him filling you up makes you whine and your pussy pulse.

“Are you touching yourself baby?” He whispers.

You nod. “Yes, yeah... please come home. Right now.”

He hums on a laugh. “Show me how wet that pretty pussy gets for me.”

You swirl your fingers around your wetness before bringing the glistening digits up into view of the camera. He groans and his head falls back before putting the camera back down to his cock to show you how fast he’s stroking.

“You get that wet for me even though I’m miles and miles away? How slutty baby... How do you taste hmm? Sweet like when I last tasted you just a couple of days ago?”

You’re just about to suck your fingers into your mouth for him when you hear a door open through your phone speaker.

“Kook? It’s time to stop jerking off and participate in the bonding activities, Captain .”

You can tell from the deep voice that it’s Taehyung that came to get him. You giggle quietly.

“Yeah yeah, I’m coming give me a minute.” He says through the bathroom stall. He sighs, and gives you a playful eye roll like he’s exasperated.

“Don’t cum while I’m here, and be thankful that it was me that came to get you and not coach. Bye y/n!” He says loudly.

“Bye Tae!” You squeak as you hear the door close.

Jeongguk groans, but smiles lazily at you. “Guess I gotta go.”

You hum. “Guess you do Captain.”

He laughs a little as he does his pants back up, tucking his now mostly soft cock away. “I love you. Cheer me on tomorrow. I’ll see you after, but I probably won’t get back to the dorms till late. Are you gonna be there still or are you going back to yours?”

“I’ll wait for you. Score a goal for me, and text me later. Love you.” You smooch at the screen and Jeongguk does the same before the call ends.

And with that you are once again left alone, but a lot more horny than before the talk. So you do what any sensible person would do.

You pull up the hub.

~~~

Jeongguk walks into his dorm room around 10 pm, and the first thing he sees is you, right where you were when you hung up the night before after your little facetime sesh. The only difference is that you’re wearing a different shirt, still his, and you have ice cream in your hand and your laptop set up on your lap a show playing in the background.

At the sound of the door opening your eyes find his and you quickly set your food down on his night stand, and fling the covers off your lap, paying no mind to the mac book that is now buried somewhere under his comforter, before squealing and flinging yourself into his arms.

He grabs you easily, bags dropping to the floor, hands under your butt to keep you hoisted. You wrap you legs around his tiny waist and smush your lips to his cheek and mumble a distorted, “I missed you.”

“Okay so kiss me about it,” He says back, eyes glinting and lips puckered.

You giggle, placing your hands on his cheeks, angling your head to slot your lips between his. He parts easily for you, and starts to walk you both back to his bed before he drops you where he found you. You bounce lightly and take a second to take him in.

He’s wearing oversized comfy clothes, grey sweats and a big white long sleeve shirt. His long hair is soft and shiny, falling over his pretty face delicately. He must have had a shower at the hotel after the game. He looks soft and oh so sweet. You just want to devour him. From the looks of the semi in his pants, he’s feeling the same way about you.

“Ah, already getting hard for me?” You coo, hand cupping him over his sweats. He pushes against your palm, unashamed. “You just got here baby.”

He shrugs looking down at you. “I couldn’t stop thinking about you all weekend. I had to rub one out in the bathroom room last night as soon as we got back to the hotel. Tae and Jimin were right outside.”

You nuzzle into the material of his sweats feeling his cock quickly become fully erect as you mouth at it. His hand comes down to cup your cheek, run through your hair. “I watched porn after we got off the phone.”

“Did you?” He asks, shifting away for a second so he can pull his sweats down, leaving him in his briefs. You see a little wet patch where the tip is. You suck lightly over the material and he moans loud and clear for you. He sounds so much prettier in person, over the phone just doesn’t compare.

“Yeah, came so hard. Was thinking about you and me.”

“Fuck. Did you make a mess all over my sheets?”

You shake your head as you slowly pull the waist band of his briefs down his hard cock. Once it’s free it bounces in front of your face, flushed and begging for your mouth. You stroke lightly while saying, “No, but I did find something that I wanna try.” You flick your tongue under the head and the hand in your hair tightens and pushes slightly. You part your lips and let him in.

“Mmm, you can tell me all about it once I’m done with you. I can’t wait any longer baby. Swallow me,” He moans, both hands going to the back of your head and pulling you farther onto his cock. He jerks when he feels you swallow around the tip. “So fucking good.” He sighs.

You let him have his way, fucking your throat a little, although he’s much gentler than he usually is when he does it, and he does it for a much shorter time. He must be tired from the weekend, or he must have something else in mind for tonight.

“Lay back baby.” He says when he pulls out of your throat, crawling on the mattress. He finds your discarded laptop and places it under the bed out of the way. You both remove the rest of your clothes before you do as he says and he settles down between your legs.

You figure since he got hard literally on arrival, that he wouldn’t waste time with teasing, would get right to the good part. But no. He takes his sweet time kissing, licking and biting at your thighs, squeezing them roughly in his hands. He nuzzles into your skin flicking the lightest lick over you pussy lips before pulling back and blowing a little. You gasp and roll your hips, trying to get him closer to where you wanted, spreading your legs even farther apart, presenting yourself to him. But he’s having none of that.

“Stop fucking squirming,” He groans before you feel his grip tighten on your hips. But still he doesn’t go where you want him, so you fight against his hold.

“Stop teasing then,” you whine with a scowl.

He bites at your inner thigh. “Hush baby.”

You huff and hit your tiny fists on the bed, frustrated and fussy. “Make me.”

Jeongguk stills and you gulp. He glances up from between your thighs, and he quirks an eyebrow at you.

“What was that?” He asks, much too calmly.

“I said make me.” You whisper poutily.

He sighs and sits up. You get to whine for just a second before you’re yelping and squeezing your legs shut. He just smacked your pussy.

“Shut up.” He says. He doesn’t sound angry, very casual in fact. He rubs his hands over your legs, easing them back open. “Y’know y/n, I had a very long weekend. Travelled hours to play 4 games in two days. Travelled hours back.” He’s running his fingertips over your pussy lips, smearing around the slick you know is pouring out of you. You shiver. You love it when he gets like this. You love it every time your guys are together, but when he’s extremely one way or the other, extremely dominant or extremely submissive? It just makes your entire body burn and your pussy ache. “I even scored a goal for you in the final.” He glances at you, finally sneaking his finger between your folds, he grazes your clit and you shiver, legs spreading even more. “All I wanted to do was get home and take care of you... Make my girl feel good...” He’s rubbing circles around the little nub and your hips slowly start to rock into his touch, breathing heavy from the pleasure. His girl. Yes. You’re his girl. You tell him so.

“Really?” He asks. You nod. He hums. “That’s funny because all I see here is a brat .” He spits out, before another smack lands on your sensitive cunt.

You cry out, trying to close your legs again, but he holds them open. He settles between them again and says sternly, “Now be good. I’m going to do it how I want. Do you understand?” You whisper a tiny yes. He sighs like he’s relieved that you’re not going to be difficult and put up much of a fight, so he can finally do what he’s been wanting to for days. He pushes back on your thighs so your cunt it fully exposed to him, and he spits on it before rubbing his fingers around the sticky mess. Every time he rubs over your clit you twitch, but you’re trying to be good.

“So fucking messy baby. So gross.” He says sweetly as presses his tongue flat on your opening before licking all the way to your clit. He moans at the taste of you despite his words just a moment ago and your eyes roll back. He’s in a mean mood now. And you’re gushing for it. “You’re lucky you’re so pretty baby... because your little cunt is so nasty , just leaking all over the place. I’ve barely even touched her, and she’s dripping down to my sheets. How did you manage to keep them clean while I was gone hmm?” He doesn’t let you respond, quickly sucking your clit into his mouth suctioning it just a bit before flicking the tip of his tongue over it quickly.

“Ah, f-fuck-“ You gasp. You raise yourself onto your elbows so you can watch. He hums around your clit before he flicks his eyes to you. You whimper, squeezing your eyes shut before falling to your back again, not able to handle the gaze he gives you.

He pulls off and uses his fingers to open your lips and pull the hood back before making his tongue flat and licking slowly over your exposed clit.

“Oh my god- That’s- that feels so good baby,” You say between breaths. Your legs are starting to get a slight tremble to them but still, you pull them farther back, making yourself as open as you can for his tongue.

He hums and then smiles, biting at your clit gently, making you jolt. “Feels good baby?” He rubs his fingers all over your core again. You nod and he says, “Could have felt good before and not had spanks if you weren’t so fucking bad.” He swats your cunt again lightly, before sighing and kissing your clit sweetly. Your head is spinning from the switches in his mood but you love it. Love that you don’t know what to expect when he slides his fingers into you. He moans and rests his head on your inner thigh, watching as his fingers slip in and out of your heat. He looks like he’s in awe of your cunt, watching as it clenches and sucks his fingers in. He looks so lovely between your legs.

“Always so fucking tight, can’t wait to get my cock in here.” When he says ‘here’ he curls his fingers inside of you and your back arches off of the bed, and you moan his name loudly. “That’s it baby...” He whispers against your core before he starts to thrust his fingers into you, curling on the pull out. He adds his mouth and you start to shake. Your hands find his hair and you pull him closer, feel him lick and suck at your clit like its the best thing he’s ever tasted. He moans while he eats your pussy. And he has the nerve to call you nasty. He’s absolutely filthy.

“I- close-“ You choke out, relishing in the sloppy wet pleasure that his mouth and fingers are giving you.

He says ‘mhmm’ against your clit before pulling away to get out a quick, “Fuck. Yeah you are, cum for me.” and then he’s diving right back in, focusing on where you’re most sensitive, your clit and your g spot.

“There baby, yeah- fuck , don’t stop ,” You whine quietly as your body tenses. Your legs are shaking out of control, before the string in you snaps and you cry out. Your thighs close around his head and you grind your cunt into his face riding out your orgasm before it gets too much and your try to squirm away. But Jeongguk holds you there until you’re almost crying from the overstimulation.

You pull at his hair, begging him to stop, and finally, he does. He pulls away from your messy cunt, and lays himself on top of you before kissing you deep, wasting no time sticking his tongue in your mouth so you can taste yourself on him. You moan and twine your fingers through his long hair, arching your body to get as close to him as you can. You feel him start to rut his cock over your sensitive core, and gasp. He’s so hard, you can feel him throb against you. He pulls away and grips his cock at the base, lining it up with your pussy before sliding it up and down, teasing your clit even more, mixing his precum with his spit and your slick. He focuses his frenulum on your clit, and his hips twitch. His head rolls back, and his mouth opens in a silent moan. He pulls back and when he looks at you again, he looks wild. His eyes are dark with desire and his pupils are blown. His hands grip at your body like he can’t get enough of you. You’ll have pretty little bruise blossoms all over your body in the morning. Finally, the tip of his cock breaches your center.

You’re so hot, and tight, and so fucking wet around him, that Jeongguk can’t keep the moan that falls from his lips locked away as he pushes inside of you. He pushes all the way to the hilt, you can feel him flush against your clit. Your mouth falls open in pleasure, but your eyes never leave him, the first thrust always being your favorite. Finally getting filled up like you wanted. You can feel him in your belly, heat pooling there as he lets you adjust to his size. Sometimes he likes press his hand into your tummy while he fucks you. Says can feel his cock splitting you open. You watch the man above you part his lips and furrow his brows in pleasure while he does his best to not go too fast, tries not to thrust into you wildly like he so wants to.

He’s leaning over you, hands on the side of your head. You run your palms up his sides, whispering, “I’m good, you feel so good. Give it to me please.” You lean up and press a kiss to his collarbone.

He’s quick as he hikes your legs up and hooks them on his shoulders. He rests some of his weight on you, bending you in half as he starts moving his hips. He pulls out to just the tip before slamming back in with one swift motion. Your hands claw at his back, the angle he has you in allowing him to reach even deeper. Gasps are punched out of you as he starts to set his brutal, sharp pace, not forgetting how bad your were earlier. He’s going to make sure you feel every inch of him for days.

“Oh my god, fuck. That’s so fucking good, Jeongguk. Please fuck me,” Your moans are high pitched and close to sobs.

He leans back some and spreads your legs wide, hands on your ankles to keep them open and he looks down slowing his thrust to watch as he slides into your little cunt. Your pussy is swollen and pink around his cock. He can see your arousal shiny on the base of his cock. “Fuuuck,” He moans as he closes his eyes basking in the feel of you clenching tight around him. He’s slowly pulling his cock from you, only for you pussy to pull him right back in. “This pussy was made to take my cock, huh?” He says speeding up. You nod and tell him, “Yes only your cock gets me this wet, this fucking hot.” He pumps his cock into you hard enough for you to get jostled, so your words come out in choppy and incoherent moans.

The way he’s fucking you makes your tits bounce, perky and pretty. He growls and leans down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You arch into his touch, cute little mewls falling from your lips as his tongue flicks over the small bud. You brush his long hair out of his eyes, holding him to your tit as he makes goosebumps rise to your skin.

“That feels so nice baby,” You say. It’s quiet and desperate, you head thrown back, neck extended and bared to him.

His eyes flick up to look at you, still playing with your nipples. He sees you bared in submission and can’t help the hand that rubs up your torso all the way to your neck. Just begging to have a hand around it. He pulls off your your tit, letting one of your legs fall to around his waist and you moan loud and long as the picks up his pace again.

Your favorite position. He knows how to fuck you any and every way, but like this he fucks you just right, making you fall apart in no time at all. The hand around your throat tightens at the sides, making the moans and whines that come out of your mouth high pitched and airy. The lack of blood flow to your brain makes you feel lightheaded and fuzzy, almost euphoric as he fucks you into submission. His free hand smacks your tits lightly, and you clench from the dull pain as they jiggle. Jeongguk swears.

“God your pussy is just milking my cock, not even letting me pull out all the way. Such a greedy , selfish little cunt. Can’t get enough of this cock filling her up.” He grips your hips with both hands and watches your pussy swallow his cock.

You giggle, soft and delirious as you feel the first signs of your orgasm pool in the pit of your belly, right where Jeongguk’s cock is pounding into you.

“You think that’s funny?” He questions. He grips your jaw and makes you look at him. Your cheeks are smushed and your eyes water from the hold he has on you. “You think being a selfish, greedy little slut is funny?” He presses against the side of your face, biting at your cheek like he just needs to sink his teeth into something to let out some of the pent of feelings coursing through his veins.

“I just love it. Love your cock so much,” You whimper.

Jeongguk pulls back so he can look into your eyes again. He looks at you mockingly. “You love it?” His voice is condescending and it makes your pussy drip. “You fucking love it?” He looks crazed as his hips jackhammer into your cunt, the slaps of his skin meeting yours ringing loud and clear throughout the dorm. Bless his poor neighbors.

“Yes, yes I fucking love it,” God you’re going to cum.

He feels how close you are, sees the way your legs are trembling. He’s moaning when he says, “Shit baby, show me how much you love it. Show me, make that little pussy cream all over my fat cock.”

You nod helplessly as your body jerks in his hold. You can feel your pussy contract over his cock as he brings you the precipice of your pleasure. Tears fall from your eyes from how overwhelmingly good it feels.

Jeongguk fucks into you a few more times, the last of your orgasm leaving your body, as you listen to the higher pitched moans falling from his lips at a faster rate than before. He gasps as he pulls out and positions himself over your heaving chest, cock right in your face as he fists it fast.

“Fuck, open you mouth,” He says, voice dripping with pleasure. You do, smiling, tongue out. He groans deep before his hips jerk and he whispers, “I’m gonna cum,” with heavy lust filled eyes. You feel the first shot of cum land on your cheek.

“Mmm yeah, cum all over my face,” You hum, blissed out.

He milks every last drop of his load out, and you suckle on the tip until he’s whining and shivering, pulling back with an overwhelmed, overly sensitive gasp.

He catches his breath for a second before he gets up and makes his way to bathroom. He sees you about to wipe the cum off your face and says, “Wait a sec.”

You sit patiently, criss cross apple sauce, cum on your face, eyes red and wet from the tears you shed, until he comes back with a wet wash cloth in one hand. He makes a stop at his bags on the floor and fishes his phone out.

He sets the wash cloth on the night stand next to your forgotten, melted ice cream and pulls up the camera.

“Smile baby,” He says, softly giggling.

You do, big and radiant, throwing up a little finger heart. You hear the shutter a few times before his phone takes the place of the wash cloth on the night stand. You reach for it to clean yourself, but he pulls away, wanting to do it himself.

You smile as he concentrates and gently cleans up his mess from your face. His tongue peaks out of his lips and you peck him. He stills before scowling with a small smile, and continuing.

“You look so pretty when you have my nut all over you face,” He says absently. His thumb brushes under you eye. “When you cry too.” He cups your jaw and runs his thumb over your cheek bone. “I wasn’t too mean was I? Too rough?” His eyes search yours. You shake your head.

“No I like it when you get like that, ‘s sexy,” You say wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him so that you both are laying down. You wrap around him like a koala. He yawns and settles in your hold, snuggling into the bed.

“Okay good. You can be mean next time,” He sounds sleepy.

You scoff, knowing that you both know that when you take control it’s in a softer way. Degrading and being mean was his thing, what you liked. Jeongguk liked to be praised.

“Yeah okay,” You say sarcastically. “You’d cry in a non sexy way if I was even half as mean to you as you are to me,” You scratch at his scalp and he purrs.

“I’m sensitive,” He whines. Another yawn. “And sleepy. Shhhh.”

“Jeongguk wait,” You say.

“Hmm?” He says already close to knocking out.

“I wanna eat your ass next time.”

“Mhmm, okay. Now sleep please. Turn off the lamp.” He turns over, wanting to be the little spoon.

You know he didn’t actually listen to what you said, but that would not stop you from holding the ‘yes’ he gave you over his head in the morning when he’s more coherent. You flick off the lamp, and throw an arm over his waist. He snuggles back into you, fitting his body against yours. You kiss his shoulder and say, “Okay, remember that you said yes in the morning.”

All you get in response is a soft snore.

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part 3 here!