#i can have some fantasy food n stuff

[sagstelliums]

Their 18+ thoughts for you (pac)

Pile 1

I see that they think about going out with you on a nice date where you guys dress up, they think about flirting with you the whole time during the date and giving you flirty looks or touching you whenever they can. They think about having some food and a lot of drinks so you guys can be comfortable with each other then they want to go home with you or to a hotel so that you guys can have sex and spend the night together. They think about how they want you guys to be patient and do some foreplay before having sex, they want you both to be really turned on and horny when it’s time to have sex. They want to have passionate sex and show you how much they care for you/love you, they want you dominate them or tell them what you want in the bedroom. Once they have you alone they would want to kiss you passionately and take your clothes piece by piece and feel your skin along the way, they would want you to feel how turned on you make them. They would have passionate and fast paced sex with you because it would be hard to control their desire for you, they would want to do multiple rounds with you and I see that the more rounds you do the slower they would go it’s just the first round or two would be more energetic. I see that they think about having a few passion filled nights with you but they don’t want anything long term or serious. Signs- Pisces, Scorpio, Virgo. Initals- Y, O, U, D

Pile 2

I see that they think about your voice or hearing you moan and scream with pleasure, your voice is very attractive to them and helps them cum during sex. They think about masturbating to you while your masturbate or masturbating to your voice, they think about pulling your hair and kissing you or making you submit to them, they think about your lips and how good you are at kissing. They think about your back/butt or how good you look when your arch your back, they think about doing stuff with you that they’ve never did with anyone else or they think about fulfilling your fantasies. They think about how experienced you are in the bedroom or how well you know their body, they think about how they want to show how experienced they are and that they can make you feel good anytime. They can tell when you’re thinking about them or they feel like you know when they’re thinking about you, they feel like you have a good intuition and you know stuff about them without them having to tell you. They think you’re very attractive without showing off too much skin, they think your face is very alluring and you look innocent/sweet in public but you’re very different in the bedroom. They think that they’re more attracted to you than you are to them, they think you have a hold on them sexually and whenever they see you they think about doing naughty things to you. They know you bring out a more primal/dark sexual energy from them and you make them act kore dominant or obsessive over you, they try to control their feelings/attraction for you but it’s hard. They think about touching you or kissing you all the time and they may have a fantasy of doing sexual things in public or in front of people, they want people to see that your theirs or that they want you. Signs- Scorpio, Sagittarius, Taurus, Pisces. Initials- X, B, G, N

Pile 3

I see that they think about spending more time with you and talking to you more, they think about being on good terms with you. They think about being friends with benefits because they want to build the connection slowly but they want to have sex with you or do sexual things with you. They think about playing with your boobs or sucking on them, they think about feeding you or partying with you and then doing some sexual things together. They think about how you act when you’re drinking or under the influence, they fantasize about your reciprocating their feelings for you. They think about spending more time at your house or you going to theirs, they think about cuddling with you and touching each other’s naked bodies. They just think about being around and working towards being something more, they think about being more understanding of your feelings and trying to be more respectful of your boundaries. Signs- Libra/Gemini. Initials- H, R, T, K, Z

Pile 4

(Angel number 9/99/999) I see that they think about how you guys aren’t on good terms or they see that you’ve moved on, they reminisce a lot about the good times they had with you. They think a lot about the times they’ve kissed you or had sex with you and they compare it to other people, they feel like you guys had more chemistry compared to others in their past. They’re trying to manifest you back into their life but your defensiveness makes them feel insecure, they think about closing the distance between you guys or fantasize about traveling with you like going far away and just enjoying their alone time with you. They fantasize a lot about touching your skin specifically your legs and thighs, they may fantasize about your feet as well. They think about giving you a handjob or fingering you, they want to spend the night with you or just see you more often. They fantasize about you reconsidering your thoughts and feelings about them, they want to change your mind by showing you affection and doing new things together. They fantasize about exploring new fetishes or the fetishes that they already have but they may be insecure about them, they fantasize about you being less guarded and more open/receptive to them. They fantasize about you being more comfortable/ open and showing them what you really desire in the bedroom so they can make it come true, they fantasize about you both being more honest with each other. Signs- Taurus, Aquarius, Sagittarius. Initials- D, A, W

Personal readings always available// TIP JAR

Divider by @crylynnluv

[ncityprincess]

Forever Home 🏠

Smut | MDNI

WC: 2.7K+

Plot: Long-term couple Johnny and Y/N share a delicious dinner and reminisce about all the good times they’ve shared in their soon-to-be old apartment.

*This couple is from the same universe as Nighttime Routine, the Big three-oh, and the Dad Johnny series so feel free to read those too, but they’re not required reading 🙂‍↔️*

Mentions: dirty talk, oral fixation, breeding kink, strength kink, size kink (come on it’s Johnny)

“Woah!”

Your fiancé did a little happy dance as he tasted the chicken he’d been working on for the past 20 minutes. Tonight, you two were trying a new chicken thigh recipe, and judging by the tall man’s enthusiasm, it was a hit.

“It’s good huh,” You teased, glancing up from your salad prep.

“Here, come try.” Johnny speared a piece of chicken on his fork, blowing away the steam. You paused, eager for a taste test, and bounced over, always up for sampling his cooking.

You savored the perfectly seasoned bite. “Mmm…” you hummed, delighted. The chicken was juicy, and tender, with just the right kick of spice. “Oh my God, this Harissa seasoning? Definitely staying in the rotation.”

Johnny grinned, nodding in agreement as he turned off the stove and started plating the food. Meanwhile, you resumed tossing the salad, whisking together a quick homemade dressing.

Peaceful moments like these made you appreciate the relationship you and Johnny had cultivated. It was the mundane, casual moments that truly warmed your heart the most. Not needing to fill silence with fluff and noise—just enjoying the comfort of each other's presence.

“Red or white tonight, my love,” Johnny asked, interrupting your quiet thoughts.

“Mm, let’s do red tonight.”

After the table was set and you both had everything you needed, you finally sat down to dig in. The two of you engaged in some light conversation, gushing over how good the meal turned out, as well as what types of things you both got up to at work.

“I only had one client call today, so luckily I was finally able to finish cleaning out the hall closet. Thank God for remote work, one less thing we have to do this month.”

“Wooo, you rock babe thank you. That project took way longer than it needed to. How can two people rack up so much junk,” Johnny laughed before taking a bite of salad.

“Well, we had our suitcases, old college junk, your skateboard, my yoga mat, your endless supply of nerdy tech stuff, my totally not out of control shoe collection…We had our whole lives in that closet babe. That, and we’ve already lived in this building for six years. That’s a lot of time to collect a bunch of junk.”

“Well, I for one very much enjoyed accumulating all that junk with you, m’lady. And I can’t wait to collect even more junk with you in our new place.” Johnny punctuated his statement with a heaping bite of chicken.

You shook your head at his silliness. “Wow, how romantic honey. But I’m honestly so ready for our forever home. This market is so volatile,” you pouted. Johnny looked at you with warm eyes, wanting to kiss the pout right off your face…

You both had been house hunting for a lot longer than you had anticipated. Turns out, buying a house wasn’t as simple as they made it seem on HGTV. It wasn’t a straightforward choice between three gorgeous homes, it was sifting through piles of renovation nightmares and out-of-budget fantasies.

Each house was either too small, too outdated, didn’t have enough character, or had too many zeros attached to the price tag. Each viewing left you more disappointed than the last. Johnny, ever the optimist, always assured you that the right one would come along eventually. “What’s meant for us can’t skip us, baby.”

After dinner, you continued your normal routine of washing the dishes and putting the leftovers away. The faint smell of chicken and spices lightly lingered in the air. The calming energy of the kitchen filled you with a sense of peace.

“Oh, by the way, I picked up a little something from your favorite bakery on the way home. Check the fridge.” Johnny nodded toward the refrigerator before sitting back down. Even though your tummy was stuffed, your ears perked up at the thought of your favorite treat patiently waiting for you.

Johnny smiled fondly at the way you skipped toward the fridge and all but broke the door off its hinges to retrieve the dessert. You grabbed two spoons and plopped down onto Johnny’s empty lap. His strong hands moved to massage your hips and upper thighs while you opened the pink dessert box, eager to dig in.

But to your surprise and mild disappointment, it wasn't your delicious strawberry cheesecake, but instead, a silver key that you had never seen before. The key sparkled beautifully under the overhead light.

You stared at the box dumbfounded, turning to look at Johnny. His eyes held lighthearted mischief and he chuckled yet again, placing a soft kiss on top of your head.

“Do you know what this is?” He asked gently against your ear.

“…not my favorite strawberry cheesecake in the whole wide world?”

“Remember the place we looked at a few weeks back? The one we had our hearts set on, but another family placed a higher bid? Turns out their offer fell through. The house is ours, baby. We move in at the end of the month.”

The realization finally hit and you squealed, wrapping your arms around your lover’s neck. “You mean the one with the gorgeous sunroom and the little koi fish pond!?”

Johnny squeezed your hip. “Uh-huh, that’s the one. The one with just enough space to get started on that family we’ve always wanted. It all worked out perfectly baby.”

“Oh honey, I love you so much. Thank you! I can’t believe we’re gonna be homeowners!” You peppered a million smooches all over Johnny’s face, overcome with the joy of what the next chapter will bring.

“I love you. I’m so lucky to be able to experience this moment with you.”

You nuzzled yourself deeper into Johnny, suddenly feeling sentimental. “We’ve shared so many memories in this little apartment. It’s kind of bittersweet to be leaving”

“Yeah, we sure have…remember the time you flooded the bathroom. Maintenance was pisssssed,” Johnny teased.

You gasped and lightly pressed your pointer finger into his chest. “Well, do you remember the time you burned our Thanksgiving turkey?! We had to leave our windows open in the dead of winter to air out the smoke,” you teased right back.

“How could I forget, my mom never lets me live that one down.” You laughed and ran your hands through his silky strands absentmindedly.

“Remember when we got that terrible snowstorm that knocked the power out of the whole city? We were snowed in for days, and had to snuggle for warmth.”

“Goodness, I swore my fingers and toes were going to fall off,” you reminisced with a light laugh. “The electric bill was cheaper that month, but at what cost?”

You both chuckled at the memory, the glow of shared experience warming the space between you. The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the soft hum of the dishwasher.

Johnny’s gaze lingered on you, a quiet contentment settling over him. The longer he sat there, the more he became aware of how warm your body felt pressed against his. The memory of huddling for warmth now had a different meaning — not out of necessity, but out of comfort. He liked the way you instinctively nuzzled into him every so often, your soft curves fitting perfectly against his body.

His fingers traced idle patterns along your side, as though savoring the present moment. You felt the subtle shift in his energy, his touch growing more intentional, lingering.

“What kind of memories do you wanna make in the new house baby?”

Something about the way the tone of his voice hit your most sensitive parts lets you know that the energy of the moment was about to shift.

“Hm,” you pondered, letting the statement linger in the air.

Johnny wasted no time letting you know where his mind was at. “Because I think I wanna make some really dirty memories in our new bedroom. What do you think?” His hand slid up the front of your soft stomach, making you squirm.

“I guess we could make that happen. But who says we have to wait till we get to the new house?”

Johnny looked down at you pleasantly stunned, while your eyes held sensual mischief.

“Oh, so that’s how it’s gonna be, huh Missy? You gonna be my bold girl tonight?”

You answered his question with a kiss on his pillowy lips, letting out a gentle moan when he pressed his tongue against yours. Johnny deepened the kiss and placed a strong hand on the back of your neck. You fought the urge to get on your knees right under the dinner table and get to work.

“Baby. Take me. To bed,” you breathed out in between kisses. Those were the magic words Johnny needed to hear.

“Say less.”

Johnny pushed the chair back and gathered you into his arms, making a beeline for the bedroom. You squealed as he tossed you back onto the bed, taking your breath away in the best way possible.

You gathered your bearings and flipped onto your hands and knees, crawling to where Johnny stood at the foot of the bed. You pawed at his sweatpants, silently gesturing him to pull them down and reveal himself to you. He smirked down at you and gladly fulfilled your request.

“You gonna suck me off real good baby? Huh?” You nodded and took his half-erect member into your hands. You began to stroke him slowly, closing your eyes in pleasure when he let out a guttural groan. Johnny gently rocked his hips against your hand a few times, throwing his head back in relief.

Your hand roamed along the length of his cock, and you admired how warm and muscular it felt against your hand. Your mouth watered at the thought of feeling the heaviness of him against your tongue.

You couldn’t wait any longer and bent forward to take Johnny into your mouth. “F-uck baby that’s it,” he stuttered out. His affirming words encouraged you to give him the best head you could muster at the moment.

You let your tongue swirl around his tip for a few more moments before taking a deep breath through your nose. You took his length deeper into your throat, the action making you gag and produce little messy slivers of saliva. Johnny bit down on his bottom lip and gently pet the top of your head as if to say, good girl.

It brought you so much pleasure to satisfy your man like this. He always poured so much love and attention into you, and this was one of your favorite ways to pour it back into him. Each of his grunts and groans filled you up with exhilarating pride.

You wrapped your fist around the bottom of his shaft while you let your mouth do the rest of the work, suctioning and brushing your lips against him. Your back was fully arched, and you swore you were getting more wet by the minute…

Johnny took one last look into your wide, lust-filled eyes that were silently begging for more praise. His hips stuttered insatiably, then he pulled out of your mouth completely. Entranced and reeling, you sat back onto your heels and pouted up at him. Already fucked out and needy.

“Don’t look at me like that. You were gonna make me blow, woman.”

“Yeah well that was kinda the point, buddy.” You wiped the residual saliva and salty precum from your lips breathlessly, proud of your literal handiwork.

“Calling me buddy while my dick is out is crazy.”

“Ok John, just fuck me already please, and thank you,” you whined, growing uncomfortable at the way your panties stuck to your dripping pussy.

Johnny grinned, stepping out of his sweatpants completely and tossing his shirt over his head. “That can be arranged.”

Johnny grabbed your ankle and yanked you closer to him, peeling your tiny pajama set and panties off. You lay underneath his looming figure, feeling submissive and completely at home all at the same time.

This was the man you were going to spend the rest of forever with.

“Whatcha thinkin’ ‘bout, pretty girl?” Johnny slowly parted your thighs, bringing you back into the moment.

“How much I love doing life with you,” you answered sincerely.

Johnny’s heart swelled, and he pressed an affectionate kiss against the arch of your foot. He took his throbbing length in his hand and slid it against your slippery folds. You let out a soft sigh, bucking your hips greedily. Your body was more than ready to take him in.

He finally slipped into you, letting his jaw drop in sweet relief. “Agh, fuckin’ love you so much, babe. You don’t even know.”

“I do,” you quipped, wrapping your legs around his midsection. You arched your pelvis up against his, letting him get as deep inside you as possible.

“Do you though,” Johnny teased, building up a nice steady rhythm. He loved the way your needy hands traveled up the front of your body to grab onto your bouncing boobs.

“Mmm, I think I’ve got a pretty good idea,” you moaned with a twinkle in your eye, enjoying the way his tip kissed your walls. Johnny shoved your hot body down onto his dick with each harsh thrust.

You always loved how athletic and strong Johnny was. He never made a big deal about it, but his natural athleticism always came out in the bedroom. He was so sweet and gentle with you normally, but you loved being tossed into whatever position and going along for the ride.

Johnny gently caressed your cheek, admiring your gorgeous, flushed face and the way it displayed a look of pleasure. The small, but romantic gesture juxtaposed the way his hips crashed into yours.

Something indescribable washed over you as Johnny brushed his thumb against your soft lips. You were overcome with erotic feelings and eagerly took the thick digit into your mouth, closing your eyes and savoring the taste.

You held onto his wrist with both hands as you moaned around his thumb, letting your tongue swirl around it like you did with his cock earlier.

Johnny thought you looked picturesque like this. He didn’t know how he got blessed with someone as gorgeous as you, but he thanked every single higher power known to man.

He silently wished he could capture this beautiful moment with his film camera, but nothing could ever truly capture how stunning you were like his own two eyes. You looked up at him with a half-lidded gaze, the seductive look making him slightly falter inside of you.

“My pretty baby, always such a good girl. Isn’t that right?”

Your eyes fluttered shut as you moaned out in agreement. He made it so easy to be a good girl for him. He gave you everything you wanted and always spoke to you so gently…

“That’s the first thing I wanna do when we move to the new house you know? Wanna fuck you nice and deep. Just like this. Do you want that too?”

Your grip on his hand tightened as your jaw went slack, moaning out a whiny “yes.”

“Wouldn’t it be kind of crazy if I got you pregnant the first night we moved in? Fuck—“ Johnny groaned before taking a strong hold on your hips, picking up the pace to send you both over the edge.

Your breathy moans picked up in time with each harsh snap of Johnny’s hips. “Fuck baby I’m right there,” you moaned desperately, digging your heels into his toned back.

“What do you think will come first: the wedding or the baby? Guess we’ll find out won’t we?”

You were still very much on the pill, both of you agreeing to stay semi-safe until the wedding day. But the sexiness of the fantasy and the way Johnny was talking had you ready to go to the courthouse tomorrow morning.

Johnny slipped his hand in between your bodies to play with your clit, making you finally tip over the edge. You let out the prettiest sounds as you let go, and moments later you heard Johnny let out some deep sounds of his own.

Johnny pulled out and grunted as he tugged his dick a few more times, sprinkling milky droplets of cum onto your lower tummy. You both caught your breath and came back down to earth. The hot, steamy atmosphere of the room felt like warm satisfaction on your skin.

You looked down at the residual product of your love on your stomach and scooped some of the liquid onto your pointer finger and into your mouth. Johnny caught the dirty action and groaned, exhausted but still so turned on by you.

“Jeez, babe what’s with all this finger stuff today? You’re killing me.”

You giggled and shrugged, showing off the finger you just licked clean. “You deprived me of my strawberry cheesecake, I needed something sweet. What’s a girl to do?”

A look of remembrance flashed over Johnny’s face and he suddenly sprang out of bed, naked as the day he was born.

“What are you doing, weirdo,” you exclaimed and plopped back against the pillows. You heard faint movements coming from the kitchen, followed by quick footsteps coming back to the bedroom. Johnny emerged from the kitchen with one of your Tupperware containers and two spoons. He jumped in bed next to you and opened the container.

Your beautiful strawberry cheesecake was staring back at you in all of its deliciousness.

The end 💋

[ryomens-vixen]

Tomura's Blk Girlfriend

Cw: monster cock shiggy, daddy kink, degrading (slut,) praise (sweetheart, baby), spanking, rough sex, hair pulling, choking, belly bulging, spit swallowing(reader), lowkey god complex shiggy, creampie

Word count: 2.4k 🎉🥳 Yippie you get a wc.

Authors notes: You can read this if you want to this was completely self Indulgence, good luck 💕 and reblogs are welcomed

You were the baddest bitch walking, hard to come by, hard to get with, and especially hard to please. Nobody would have guessed you'd have a loser boyfriend like Tomura Shigaraki. A loser boyfriend that does nothing but stream on twitch, drinks monster energy drinks, literally forgets to bathe unless it's with you, amazing dick game, hates going out but will do just about anything to please his goddess, his player 2, his Queen, the love of his life.

You were like a fantasy in front of him. Tomura didn't really understand fully how on earth he bagged you, even his homeboy Dabi hadn't a clue as to how it happened. One day Dabi and the gang decided to drag Tomura out of his shitty apartment, really it was Toga's idea of everyone hanging out at the mall. They even had an arcade so Tomura HAD to come with them and they didn't give him a choice at all.

It all started when they were hanging out at the arcade Tomura was trying to make up his mind as to what game he wanted to play first while Toga dragged Twice and Dabi around to different stores to look at “cute” stuff, Spinner, Mr.Compress and Big sis Magne had also split off to the food court leaving Tomura to himself where he just so happened to catch a glimpse of you struggling at a stupid claw machine. Those things were a big scam anyways , but you desperately wanted this cute ass hello kitty plushie for your collection and you just had to have it.

Just watching you fail time after time irked his nervous you either didn't know what the fuck you were doing or you just sucked ass at crane games, so he dug into his red trench coat for his wallet. This was your sixth time failing to get this damn plushie before tomura jumped in front of you with some money of his own.

“Hey! I was-”

“Oh Shut up and watch a pro at work.”

And you did exactly that, shut up. Watching him go for the same plushie you wanted. you were lost in thought for a moment thinking about if you couldn't get it, then what made him think he could. That was until she heard the machine's winner alarm go off bringing you back to reality.

“Do you want it or not lady?!” You had such a confused look on your face when you took it from him.

“How did you…”

“Pfft- Come on it was fuckin easy, you just suck at it.”

Looking past his rough, patchy looking skin he was actually fine as hell. But you really liked the look of his sharp piercing red eyes god he was so mean looking… and he had a bit of a mouth on him too. Meanwhile, When Tomura got a good look at you he was silently in awe from your glistening melanin skin, those kinky tight curls, the luscious curves of your body, yeah he was definitely checking you out, but thought to himself how you're way out of his league you'd never date someone like him, a loser.

“Aye... You- kinda cute, what's your name?”

“HUH!?” He was so stunned. A girl? Thinking he was cute? Attractive? Him!? You'd be the death of him. He nervously started scratching at the skin of his neck.

“You're joking right? Did Dabi set you up to this? I'll fuckin kill him-”

“No, no, wait who the fuck is Dabi? Actually, just chill babes I'm talkin to you?”

“I- hmph, why do you want to know my name?”

“Uh, so I can get to know my future boyfriend, but that's cool if your-”

“Tomura! Tomura Shigaraki and uh.. What's yours?”

Hm. Got em. “It's Y/N, but you can call me whatever you want, baby.” God it was like you were seducing him with just your tone, and voice he couldn't stand, but he had to have you whether you were joking with him or not, you were his from the get go.

Damn his heart was pounding out of his chest just from these silly pet names you were already giving him.

Tomura looked around to see if there were cameras anywhere, maybe he was getting punk'd- god he hated that show. Or maybe you were actually dead serious and he just didn't believe it because the only thing he's ever touched was his dick and bottle of some shitty off brand lotion that he never uses.

“So can I get your number, Cutie?”

“My Number?! Cutie?! No really are you for real right now this isn't some joke?! ”

Fast forward you've been with your loser boyfriend for about five years and counting. He's been so good to you despite him coming off mean as hell all the time it was something you had gotten use to, but also slowly learned he means well that's just how Tomura was and He has also learned to be a little more kind and gentle towards you, since you treat him so well after all. Washing and braiding his messy white hair, although his skin was never a problem to you- he couldn't help his skin condition leaving him with those damn wrinkles around his eyes, chapped and uneven lips, dry irritated flaky skin, but you wanted to help him as long as he let you. Oh how he loved the way you took care of him and his skin, buying him all kinds of skin care products for sensitive skin and eczema creams, you loved taking care of your man.

In return he took care of your every single need. You needed more hair products? Makeup? Clothes? Somebody dead? Sex? He'd do anything to please his Queen. Because of you he actually gets out a little more taking you out on dates, buying you whatever you like and he cleans up nicely just for you. he loved spending time with you the most whether you're watching him stream online, playing with him, listening to him argue with his viewers over you, helping you style and wash your hair, fucking like rabbits he loved every bit of it.

But boy did y'all have the best time in bed. Sex with Tomura was so good, you almost didn't believe he was a virgin the first time you two fucked and he was so big he had a damn third leg. It felt like he was splitting you in half on it there was just so much, but he was making you take that dick, everytime you two fucked he'd make you take all of it.

You especially loved it when he and the league of villains got pressed on COD and ended up losing.

“Damn it! Toga I told you to pick me up!”

“You were on the other side of the map I was trying, Twice was supposed to cover me!”

“Don't get your panties in a bunch, we'll get em next time.” Dabi took his headset off immediately.

“They cheated! I got domed by a camper, Toga!” Twice begged.

Big sis magne tried to be the one encouraging the group “Will get em next time boss!”

“I don't want a fucking next time, I want results, Fuck!” You knew he was angry when he threw off his headset. You were drooling from both your mouth and coochie definitely can't wait for the pounding you were going to receive as soon as he came in the room.

“Strip, now.” Instead of scratching at his neck he found a new way to relieve his stress, You.

Hell he really didn't have to tell you twice or at all really, but silly you not stripping before he ever opened his mouth.

“Yes, Sir.” you were trained well, just for him you couldn't wait to take his monster cock, all those delicious 12 inches.

You hoped he'd his sweatshirt on this time, the smell of his gamer boy musk turned you on little did he know.

“That's right, on your knees, I want you ass up, Slut.” And a slut you were after stripping your night clothes, you proceeded to do exactly what daddy said face down ass up just for him.

Tomura made his way over to you, getting a good look at that ass he loved so much, massaging your cheeks with his rough hands. Gripping, spreading your cheeks apart.. slapping. He was doing too much teasing to be this angry, you wanted him right now, but who were you to open your mouth and complain?

“Fuck…look at that. “ he said under his breath.

Tomura was staring at how drenched your pussy was for him already and he hasn't even fucked you yet.

He just couldn't get enough of you, watching you tease him by waving your pussy at him like waving a bone in front of a dog got him going.

He was in a hurry getting his dingy old sweats off not wanting to keep waiting any longer.

Tomura took his cock in one hand, rubbing the head in the slick of your pussy, letting out a satisfied groan once he shoved the head into your tight hole letting out a hiss as he pushed half of his cock in since that's all your pussy could take.

“Mmm, So big daddy..” You groaned and gasped as he started to move.

He groaned at her words, feeling a wave of pleasure wash over him. Her tightness and the way she gasped only heightened his desire for her.

"You feel so good, sweetheart." he said, his voice rough and strained. "So perfect and tight. Fuck I could stay like this forever.”

Tomura's pace started to pick up the more he continued to admire your body, those bumps, and curves, stretch marks, the cellulite, the way your ass jiggled at each thrust he made, god he was drunk off of you. You were his stress relief at the end of the day and he wouldn't have it any other way.

“Don't whine now, you can take some more, come on take this dick.” He was damn near pounding into you, he took a handful of hair and yanked you up onto your knees without your back against his chest. Taking the same hand he put his arm around your throat and his other around your waist.

You loved it when he was this rough, it was so good you couldn't help, but to meet him thrusts, you desperately tried to keep up with his pace.

A smirk spread across Tomura’s face as he whispered in your ear in a rough and ragged tone “ uh huh, yeah throw that ass back on me, baby.” He stopped his thrusts so focus on feeling you use his cock to fuck yourself.

With the same arm around your waist he took his hand, gliding it down your belly to feel the bulge that his cock was leaving in you. “You feel me right here don't you, slut? Fuck, I'm gonna cum all on your insides, you deserve it don't you? Don't you baby? Yeah, Keep fucking yourself on my cock!”

“To- Tomura- Fuuuuck”

Unable to take the boring pace you were going at, Tomura shoved your face back into the mattress, pushed down on the arch of your back and continued at his brutal pace he had from earlier. The room was filled with the sounds of skin smacking against one another, moans and raspy groans coming from the two of you.

By this point you were a crying and moaning mess even a white ring was forming around his cock.

Tomura flipped you into your back he wanted to see that pretty little face you make when your cumming from his cock, he loved the way your eyes rolled to the back of your head to the way you swallowed his spit when he spat in your mouth, he loved the way you begged for air every time he choked grabbing at his wrist as tight as you could.

Once his thrusts started getting a bit sloppy that's when you could tell he was close, and he could definitely tell you were close the way your pussy tightened around his cock.

He could feel himself getting even closer, the orgasm building up inside him like a coiled spring, ready to snap. His moans are getting more ragged by the minute, Your stiletto nails digging small dents in his skin as you could feel yourself getting close to a climax.

“God! Fu—”

“That's right baby I am your fucking God, keep screaming my name while your at it.”

He groaned at the feeling of your nails digging into his skin, the pleasurable pain adding to the intensity of the moment. And the sound of you screaming his name sent him over the edge with one last thrust he came deep inside you and so did you. Tomura pulled his cock out leaving you shaking and quivering while he tried to catch his breath while taking in your expression you had from being so full of him to so empty you could almost pout.

But as much as he would love to give you more he had a stream to get back to so he gave you a quick kiss before whispering “Now you're a good little slut I'll give you some more cock when I'm done, until then you better not let a drop of my cum waste from that sweet pussy of yours, got it?”

All you could do was pout and nod, yeah it was a bit unfair, but he promised to give you more later, right? Knowing him, that'd be 2 hrs from now. But there was no use in complaining he was already back on stream before you could even make a complaint.

“So what you're telling me is that you guys can't do SHIT without me?”

“They called for an airstrike boss, what did you want us to do?!” Twice complained.

“Well as far as I'm concerned Compress and I carried the team.” Big Sis Magne exclaimed.

“And what about Dabi?”

“He kinda rage quit…” Mr.Compress said lightly.

“Wait Boss, before you get upset I did a good job picking up mostly everyone.. By Everyone I mean Dabi.”

“So not only do I hate him, he sucks dick at COD too Great.”

"Tomura you can't hate Dabi forever!"

"See that's where you're wrong Toga, see if you would let me show, I could take this to the next leave."

"But I heard that's not healthy for you." Toga pouted, worried about the health of her boss.

"Toga I have microplastics in my dick- I'll be fine.”

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[littlesunshine1223]

Soldier Boy (Ben) NSFW Alphabet

A = Aftercare (what he’s like after sex)

🦅- no matter how tough he acts he’s a teddy bear when it comes to you

🦅- he loves to cuddle you and keep you close after he cleans both of you up and he also tells you how much he loves you for putting up with him when he has an attitude

B = Body Part (his favorite body part on you and himself)

🦅- he adores every part of you no question about it whatsoever, he makes it very known especially when his head is stuffed between your legs or in your chest

🦅- he takes pride in his arms and what he’s packing between his legs due to the fact he knows how you love when he pins you down and how you scream his name when he makes you see stars by thrusting his hips

C = Cum (anything to do with it)

🦅- he loves to stuff you full to the brim but if you prefer him to paint your body with his seed then he happily will

D = Dominance (how dominant is he)

🦅- he prefers to be on top and dominant of you during the moment only because he lets his pride take over whenever he hears you moan and beg him for more

E = Experience (how experienced is he)

🦅- he made Herogasm…I think that’s enough said and let’s not mention what he was saying in the Gen V series

F = Favorite Position (self-explanatory)

🦅- he loves any position where he can hit all your favorite spots just so he can hear you scream his name and melt at his touch

G = Goofy (is he more serious or goofy during the moment)

🦅- he prefers to be more serious during the moment but during aftercare he’ll make some jokes to lighten the mood

H = Hair Pulling (does he like having his hair pulled)

🦅- he loves if you gently run your hands through his hair but if you pull too hard then he’ll have a flashback of what the Russian doctors did to him when he was being experimented on

I = Intimacy (how romantic is he during the moment)

🦅- he can be loving and really romantic when he wants to

🦅- we’re talking candles, rose petals leading to the bed, and a night of lovemaking

J = Jealousy (how jealous does he get)

🦅- he does tend to get a bit jealous whenever too many people are trying to eye you up or if they keep making comments about how good you look

K = Kinks (one or more of his kinks)

🦅- oh boy where do we even start…

🦅- dirty talk: we all know why

🦅- marking: he loves covering you in hickeys and his scent

🦅- overstimulation: he loves how desperate you get when he’s balls deep inside you

L = Location (where he likes to do it with you)

🦅- mainly the bedroom but if the two of you are pent up then he’ll drag you off somewhere just to make you see stars as you both struggle to stay quiet

M = Motivation (what gets him going)

🦅- anything you do…bending over to pick something up, cooking food in the kitchen, cuddled up with him watching a movie on tv, wearing his clothes…everything you do

N = NO (something he will never do)

🦅- he refuses to have three-ways

🦅- he doesn’t like the thought of someone else breaking what’s his if something goes wrong

O = Oral (does he prefer giving or receiving)

🦅- he prefers both but he loves working his tongue on you a whole lot more just so he gets to taste you and make you ride his face while moaning his name

P = Pace (is he more rough and fast or slow and loving with you)

🦅- it all depends on his mood

🦅- if he’s really pent up and upset about something then you won’t be walking properly for a week or you’ll just be completely bed bound because he won’t let you up

🦅- if you’re the one who starts the intimacy then he’ll be slow and loving unless you tell him other wise

Q = Quickies (does he like quickies)

🦅- he likes them but he still prefers to take his time with you just so you can get the full experience with him

R = Risk (is he willing to risk getting caught)

🦅- he’s willing to risk being caught but if it puts you in danger then he won’t do it

S = Secret (one of his secret fantasies about you)

🦅- he secretly fantasies about pumping you full of his kids, not really caring if you can even get pregnant or not, he just wants you and him to start a family

T = Top, Switch, or Bottom (self-explanatory)

🦅- Top because he makes it his personal duty to take care of you during sex like how you take care of him during the day

U = Umm…idk what to put here (random headcanon)

🦅- one of the main ways to make him fall in love with you all over again is by being his house wife and caretaker

🦅- wear his clothes, have his scent all over you, make him meals, and just genially care about him by treating him like a human instead of a weapon

V = Volume (how loud is he during the moment)

🦅- you’ve both received a ton of noise complaints

🦅- between his groans and growls, you’re moans and sounds of pleasure that only fuel the fire, the headboard hitting the wall angrily, and the mattress squeaking and begging for mercy it’s safe to say no one around is going to be sleeping

W = Wildcard (random headcanon)

🦅- he loves when you praise him because it boosts his ego and soothes that part inside him who just wants to be loved

X = X-Ray (what’s he packing in his pants)

🦅- packing

🦅- thicker than average and a bit longer than normal only by a couple inches

Y = Yearning (how high is his sex drive)

🦅- once this man has you he doesn’t want to let go of you

🦅- with that being said he’s ready to get busy whenever you are, all you have to do is give him the go ahead

Z = ZZZ (how quickly does he fall asleep after)

🦅- he made a rule for himself to always wait to fall asleep until he knows you’re safe and sound asleep in his arms before he lets himself fall asleep

[lani-heart]

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parings -> ( eventually ) enhypen x reader genre -> soulmate au, fantasy au, angst warnings -> angst, self-harm word count -> 1.5k

abstract -> "i'm not a monster"

y/n’s perspective

I don't understand why Jake would want to know how it feels. Seeing someone hurt should give him an idea… He even wanted to keep it a secret, but why?

I wonder if K already gave it to him… if he drank it knowing what it was. 

“Why are you so lost in your own head love?” I heard and smiled. “Just tired, Won,” I said and he chuckled. “Too tired even for me?” he teased and I smiled at him. He really was the best. “No, never for any of you,” I said and he smiled while kissing my forehead. 

“Jay is busy today, so he wanted me to tell you to eat at the cafeteria today,” he said and I nodded. “Are you gonna join me?” I asked and he chuckled. “I would, but I need to get my dinner at the cafeteria so I’d rather not let you wait,” he said and I nodded. 

It's been a while since I've eaten dinner by myself. Eunchae and Wonyoung are busy with after-school activities today. “Don’t miss me too much,” he said while speeding away. 

I packed up my stuff and decided to go to the cafeteria. 

While we could make our own food and eat at the cafeteria, we couldn’t get other foods made for different species. That's a concrete rule… humans have a specific process of checking food, it's quite similar to witches but our food has more nutrients for our energy in magic. Whilst werewolves consisted of a lot of meat… sometimes rare. Of course, vampires have blood bags and blood-infused food. 

Wait… if Jay was busy today, what was Jake gonna eat?

“I need help” I heard and I immediately got scared of the man behind me… speaking of the devil. “I know it's not your ideal way to spend the end of the day, but if I can't stomach a blood bag I won't be able to eat any of the cafeteria food,” he said and I nodded. 

“Why don’t you go into the city?” I asked and he shook his head. “The humans know I'm a vampire… It's on my uniform. They'll refuse to serve me. Why would a vampire go to a human-owned restaurant alone?” he asked and he proved a point. There was a lot of fear when it came to humans… some trusted witches and werewolves but when it came to other supernatural creatures like vampires… not so much. 

“Well… I could go with you? We could go to the witch area, there's food you can eat as a human '' I said and his eyes lit up and he grabbed my shoulders making me freeze. “Thank you! You’re a lifesaver!” he said as he let me go… I tried to calm down my over beating heart, but it wasn’t like he could hear it with the effects of the potion. 

“Do you need time to get ready?” I asked and he shook his head. “No… I just want food” he said and I understood he must be feeling an overwhelming amount of saturation. 

“Lets go wait  for the bus then”

jake’s perspective

I was happy she was true to her word and was willing to help me. 

We finally got out of the bus that took us to the nearest city. It had a lot of different species-owned shops and restaurants. While shops were okay, restaurants were hard since vampires primarily drink blood scaring humans when they go in saying they're hungry. 

“This is a human and witch-infused place. I hope you can find something you can eat” she said and I nod hoping it was true. “Jake?” I heard and I saw a she-devil. I hid behind y/n who looked at me confused. 

“Jake, you should not be hiding behind the poor girl” she scolded and she smiled at the y/n who put her hand out. “Hello, if you know Jake you must know my brother Heeseung '' she said and I could see the shocked expression on her face. “I’m sorry for those idiots, they’ve always been that way,” she said and I scoffed.

“But you’re a witch and Heeseung–” “Is a vampire? The only vampires born from them are Sunghoon, Jake, and Niki the rest were turned. Heeseung was actually a witch” she explained. 

“That's a long story though!” she said and I scoffed… 

“Oh, it's nice to meet you,” she said, causing the she-devil to smile. “Be careful, Jake. Being human is a lot harder than you think” she said, seeing right through me. “How’d you know?” I asked as I stopped hiding. “I’m a witch… of course, I'd know, '' she said. “Besides any idiot could feel the magic radiating off of you” I heard as I now saw Vernon-hyung. “Oh, uhm she’s actually in HYBE Academy '' I explained and her eyes lit up. “I want to go into HYBE Academy when I graduate!” she said with an excitement I hadn't seen before. 

“Oh? Maybe you’ll be my junior!” she said and y/n smiled. “We should get going now, your mates are waiting for you” I heard as I saw Jeonghan also. 

“Mates? I didn’t know you found your mates yet?!” I said and she chuckled. “Neither do they,” she said and I should've guessed. From what Heeseung explained she knew who her mates were before even meeting them. 

“Bye! I would love to see you again y/n!” she said as she left. “I didn’t know he had a sister, '' she said and I nodded. “She’s evil,” I said and she laughed. “She seems nice…” she said and I nodded. “Nicer than Heeseung at least but those two are the worst. Now can we order?” I asked and her eyes widened. 

“Oh! You’re right, uhm here” she said while showing me the menu. “Oh, Rabokki sounds good!” I said and she smiled. “Let's go order then,” she said and I put down the menu as we got in line. “Are you not gonna get anything?” I asked and she hummed. “I was thinking of getting the same thing actually,” she said and I chuckled. “We could just order a big one and share?” I suggested. “Are you sure?” she asked and I nodded. 

“I’ll pay by the way… as a thank you for doing this for me”

y/n’s perspective

My time with Jake was… nice. 

He was actually really funny and sweet so I felt comfortable around him. Even meeting Heeseung’s sister was shocking, but the evening was good despite my other soulmates being busy. 

“I’m so full!” he said as he yawned. “Why am I so sleepy?” he asked and I chuckled. “Because human food fills you so much that it just makes you tired. Unlike other species they don’t use anything to give extra energy to their food” I explained and he nodded. 

“Being a human… it's weird” he said and I was curious. “How does being a witch feel?” he asked, making me laugh. “I know it sounds weird,” he mutters softly with a smile. He was...

No, he likes Sooha, not me.

“Well, I almost have excessive energy that I need to release. Witches need to do magic to not only be healthy but practice” I explained and he nodded. 

“Vampires just have an excessive thirst,” he said and I nodded. “Does it make you uncomfortable with… you know eating with your mates?” he asked and I shook my head. 

“It's a natural thing, none of it bothers me,” I said and he nodded. “Being around you… is overwhelming” he said and it confused me. “Not right now! Just… as a vampire. I’m not the best with control so you constantly smell like blood” he said and I felt my eyes widen in shock. 

“I need to work on my control… control plus heavy emotions lead me to do horrible things. I’m sorry for that” he explained and I now knew it wasn’t really his fault. 

He probably was defending Sooha… but he didn’t mean to hurt me. “I still don’t know how it feels to be hurt. But I wanted to explain that” he said and I nodded. “Sorry for not hearing you out,” I said and he shook his head. 

“I don’t blame you” 

jake’s perspective

I dropped her off at her dorm when I left the school again. I went to the plains to test it out. 

I took a deep breath and summoned my fire. It was warm… then it turned hot and then turned unbearable. I couldn’t even control the scream that I let out. 

“That pain you feel right now… remember it. It was only a fraction of what you did to her” I heard as I saw Heeseung? “Asking her for a potion to make yourself human? What were you thinking?” he asked as I could only feel my vision get blurry. 

The burns hurt… the smell of burning flesh even made me gag. 

“You’ve hurt countless people, you're under a rehabilitation program Jake. You're supposed to learn not to be a monster and yet you do monstrous things” he said and it was true. 

There were vampires like him… who were made and are taught how to control whilst there's one like me who has killed and needed to be taught morals. 

“I get it… I’m still a monster”

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[hwsing]

hi hi hi! i’d love to request america for the nsfw alphabet (if you want to!!!) please and thank you!

america nsfw alphabet

notes: 18+, reader is gender neutral and includes both bottom and top reader. includes: america (alfred f. jones). as always, reblogs are appreciated!

cws: me yapping as always; alfred is a bit weird but nice, creampies, roleplay, vibrators, switch! alfred. wc: about 1.7k words. not really proof read.

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

generally speaking — alfred is a wee bit dense, and so i dont think he’s the type to go above and beyond everytime, especially at first; unless you give him some specifics to work with, he’s going to provide some stuff like water food etc a shower if you want, cuddles, just general decompressing. he’ll usually ask how you’re doing as a check in, but he’s not overly inclined to pressing if you don’t say you need something hdhddh. whatever you want is yours though!! he is a sweetie deep down and is Very prone to being. ahem. whipped

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

on himself…. the general shoulder/arm region. i dont think hes particularly buff bc i dont think hes even remotely consistent with exercise but, yk those guys that like. hit the gym for six weeks and suddenly are almost ripped? he’s like that,,, just his genetics so no matter what he looks a lil beefy, esp with how much he eats. he likes how big/strong he looks

on his partner, it’s cheesy, but he’d *always* say eyes or your smile. your eyes preferably when you’re smiling, really! even if it’s from you scoffing at something stupid hes doing. what can i say he got the hopeless romantic trait from arthur

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

i Must be honest. his cum does not taste particularly good. and he cums A LOT like … i think he’s quite into creampies because he really does have the necessities to make it happen. his favourite places to cum: your mouth/face, makes him flustered to see you have to lick it off

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

this was hard because i don’t think he keeps many secrets about this, and he isn’t overly kinky to begin with. i would say that maybe he can be a bit of a creep? he’s just very enamoured by his partner and fantasies a lot, which leads to him mentally sexualizing his partner. you can argue that’s just being horny, but he feels creepy whenever he realizes he’s staring at your ass or down your shirt.

by extension, he doesn’t usually have the balls to steal your underwear but if your laundry is out in the open in any way and you aren’t in the room…………….. you cannot blame him for touching them and taking a sniff okay?

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

in our day and age? definitely a good amount of experience. i dont think he’s quite as experienced as he may seem, which embarrasses him on the low but he compensates with his outrageous confidence anyways. by no means close to a virgin though. he still gets around

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

okay so he might say reverse cowgirl but in reality it’s missionary doesnt matter if he’s top or bottom. he just thinks its a lame answer. side note, he loves to hold hands during missionary.

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

YOU ALREADY KNOWWWWWWWWWWWW.. he can be more serious (especially if roleplay is involved, he gets oddly invested…) but for the most part he really really really just wants you n him to have a good time so he’ll put a lot of pressure on himself to be entertaining

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

he trims and washes well but basically never shaves down there. he will if you ask but he just prefers to keep it trimmed and let it be for the most part. isn’t insanely hairy anyways though

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

alfred values the intimacy of sex quite a bit to be honest. he may not showcase this if you two aren’t close yet, but if you are, it’s so obvious how much he loves you. he’ll say it a lot too when you two are at that level — he borderline worships you in the bedroom honestly. he’s just kinda obsessed and cherishes the relationship he has with you DEEPLY

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

i really do believe he had a small addiction at one point. not much to say about that so let’s move on… back in prime playboy days he absolutely read them and other lewd magazines; nowadays, he’s actually a bit more imaginative because i think in recent years he’d pick up the belief that most visual porn on like pornhub and sites of that nature tend to be exploitative. so, he tends to break out some music and get it done. he usually doesn’t get particularly horny unless prompted, so, he can find something to think of with ease.

kind of sucks at masturbating though. he’s horrible at pacing himself, and ends up edging himself accidentally a few times because he gets too close too soon and he has to back off immediately. his poor dick is not cared for well…

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

i’ve already talked about some obvious ones throughout this alphabet, but another that randomly comes to mind is roleplay. he can feel a bit cringe about it but if he’s in the headspace he can get SO into it. obviously hero roleplay where you should reward him for saving you from the bad guy; he’d humbly dismiss the idea like a good hero, but he’s certainly not complaining when you tug down his pants and suck the life out of him in thanks!!

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

house/apartment, doesn’t matter where too much but in the privacy of your own space is what he prefers. would question god what he did to deserve it if he EVER got caught with his pants down so he’d just… prefer to keep it safe

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

so easily turned on it’s not even funny. i don’t think his sex drive is super high and sometimes it can feel a bit random — he’s just. So attracted to his partner. he’s losing the idgaf war every. single. day.

there’s the obvious — you bend over to pick something up, your lounge clothes are revealing, you eat something creamy; but, sometimes, it’s just your smile or you fixing up your clothes after they shift. it just gets him thinking…. unholy things….. he wishes he wasn’t so easy but, if you like to initiate, it’s very rare that it doesn’t immediately get him in the mood.

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

not really an orgy kinda guy

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

https://www.tumblr.com/hwsing/716154815799066624/giving-head

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

depends a lot of his partner’s preferences to be honest, but generally, middle ground of rough/slow and deep. he’ll speed up and get messy as he gets close when he tops. if he’s bottoming, he prefers slow and gentle or mind numbingly rough and fast depending on the kinda day he had. sex in general can be a productive way for him to burn off stress!!

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

not a quickie lover but is a quickie truther. sometimes they’re just what’s most convenient, especially during busy times of the year for him when he’s trapped working. you’ll *know* how much he misses you, though, with the needy texts you’ll receive.

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

not as much as you’d probably expect but he’s still quite experimental! he can just feel a bit embarrassed/shy experiencing or doing something new in front of someone, especially if you already are knowledgeable/have done said thing, but he’ll put on his big boy pants and manage.

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

as long as you need, and after. doesn’t last all that long himself unless he tries really hard to pace himself, but his recovery time is terrifying.

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

i have a hard time imagining he owns one himself, but he’s most certainly down to incorporate them, whether he has to buy them or you already own them. i think he’s particularly fond of vibrators (simple but he quite likes what he can turn you into with them!) and butt plugs

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

over all, i dont think i’d consider him a particularly big tease. he has his moments, but i think it’s more likely *you’re* the one teasing him, even if you don’t mean to be. his teasing would usually come from you being flustered or easily aroused, because not only is it cute to him, but a massive ego boost to him. win win!

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

so sorry if you have a roommate and you guys do it at your place because boy is he ever LOUD he triessss not to sort of not really but he really cannot help it. will not and cannot stop yapping, let alone the *sounds* he makes — so much moaning and groaning and blah blah.

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

has sneezed when he was yanking it and it was the most uncomfortable orgasm he can ever imagine

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

a shower, 7” long 6” girth he’s thicc, notably veiny but nothing overpowering. slightly curved. safe to say he’s quite satisfied with his package.

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

not particularly high. he usually needs a reason to be turned on — however, once he has a partner, suddenly a reason is often presenting itself…..

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

usually won’t fall asleep fast unless it’s past his bedtime already. just doesn’t tire very easily.

[holylulusworld]

A virgin at a sex store (3) - Sweet seducer

Summary: Your great aunt bequeathed her fortune to you. Her successful store in town. Problem is – it’s a sex store and you are a virgin.

Pairing: AU!Dean Winchester x fem!Reader

Warnings: angst, language, age gap (the reader is 25; Dean 34), cocky Dean, teasing, Dean being a tease, talk about sex toys, kissing (yes, that’s a warning if it’s Dean), fluff, menstrual cramps

A/N: It's been a while...huh?

A virgin at a sex store masterlist

Catch up here: A virgin at a sex store (2)

Divider by @firefly-graphics​

“Morning sweetheart,“ Dean lazily leans in the doorframe, smiling like the devil himself. Maybe he is the devil hiding behind emerald eyes. You never know with the cocky man stealing more than your heart. “Breakfast, yes or no.”

“Ugh…please don’t talk about food or stuff,” you grumble and lie back down on your couch. “I can’t even think about food without feeling nausea.”

“Did I…?” He steps inside your home to glance at you. “Damn, I’m good!” Dean exclaims. “I got you pregnant without stealing your innocence.” 

“What?” You roll your eyes. “That’s impossible, and you know it.”

“Hmm…” Dean looks at your belly, frowning as you clutch your abdomen. “You are suffering from morning sickness, Y/N. I did get you pregnant. We need to marry.”

You snort at his playful tone. “Dean, I’m not in the mood for bad jokes. Aunt Flo strikes again, and I don’t feel good. I’m nauseous, got terrible cramps, and on top of all, my mom called.”

“OH!” He nods slowly and glances at your tummy again. “Wait, let me help you feel better.” Dean makes quick work. Before you can protest you end up in his arms, squealing as he carries you out of your apartment. 

“Dean, where are we going? DEAN!”

“I’m working from home today. I need to finish a few ideas for new dildos, you know. I’ll bring you to my home, and we can work in my bedroom. I got a soft mattress.”

“I got a mattress too,” you huff. “At my bedroom, Dean. I can go to my bedroom and rest.”

“No, no. I’ll take care of you, sweetheart,” Dean pecks your cheek. “Good thing we are neighbors, and no one else is living next door.”

“Dean, you really don’t have to. I’m used to having cramps and to take care of myself when Aunt Flu arrives.”

“Yeah, but you don’t have to. I got snacks, ice cream and, if you get lucky, I’ll make you my infamous bacon burger for dinner,” he grins and carefully places you on his bed.

Dean didn’t lie. His mattress is soft, and you already get comfortable when he covers you with a warm blanket.

“I’ll get you a hot water bottle, some tea, and a toast,” he flushes a pillow and puts it behind your back. “Just relax. I’ll be right back with everything and then I can check on the design for the new dildos.”

You chuckle. Dean talks about sex toys like everyone else about the weather. It’s normal to him to talk about sex and the toys, you sell at your aunt’s stores. “Dean!”

“What? I know how to take care of my girl,” he raises his index finger to stop you from protesting. “Let me take care of you, sweetheart.”

“Fine,” you sigh and snuggle into his pillow. “After the discussion I had with my mother last night, I could need some nice company.”

“Nice company comes your way,” he winks at you. “Give me ten minutes and you will feel much better.”

Dean took good care of you. He brought you a hot water bottle, the promised tea, and breakfast. 

While he checked on a few design ideas and talked about the website with the web designer, you watched him. He furrowed his brows or pursed his lips – making him look even more adorable.

You got lost in not-so-innocent fantasies while he worked. Lost in thoughts you didn’t notice Dean stopped working and called your name.

“What do you think, sweetheart,” he suddenly turned the laptop to show you the new pictures Charlie, the web designer added. “It’s the main menu. I think it rocks!”

“Hot damn,” you splutter. “Dean! That’s…that’s you and…” You lick your lips and stare at the picture. “You're on your car, and you’re holding the new Dean dildo in your hand.”

“Do you like it?” He grins because you can’t even think of an answer. “What do you think, Y/N? I want to hear your opinion.”

Your brain is busy ogling Dean lying on his car, chest bare, and with a cocky smirk on his lips. It seems like he looks directly at you. He lies on his car, legs spread wide, and a cocky smirk on his lips.

“It’s provocative but very sexy,” you try not to sound like a creep. You like Dean, and don’t try to objectify him. “I mean…the woman will love it, some guys too…or a lot of guys.”

“Awesome,” Dean laughs and slams the laptop shut. “My job here is done. We will sell a shit-on of dildos with my name on it.”

“I guess you’re right,” you bite your index finger while fighting the urge to open the laptop to look at the picture one last time. “But don’t you hate it when people objectify you, Dean?”

“It’s for the business, sweetheart,” he pats your thigh. “My pretty face sells a lot of sex toys. I’m not ashamed of my job. I love it, to be honest. Your aunt saved me, and my life back then. I owe that I do my job with passion.”

“She must’ve really liked you, Dean,” your smile saddens. “I wish that I stayed in contact with her. Only because my parents told me to stay away I abandoned her while she never forgot about me.”

“Hey, she knew that it wasn’t you. Martha adored you, Y/N. She always told us that it’s not your fault that you didn’t stay in contact with her.”

“I should’ve Dean! I loved her and didn’t see her again,” you sniffle now. “I’m an awful person for letting her down!”

“You’re the great woman Martha told all of us about. Never believe for one second that you are a bad person.” Dean tuts and wipes a tear off your cheek. “Now relax. I’ll make you some food and take good care of you.”

“Dean,” you sigh deeply. “My parents found out that Martha left me everything she owned. They want to know about the stores.” You bite your lower lip, chewing on it. “How can I tell them I now own sex stores.”

“With a smile,” Dean is quick to reply. He shrugs and winks at you. “Martha was proud of all the goals she reached in life. She left everything to you, sweetheart. Do not disappoint her by acting like owning her stores is a bad thing.” Dean gets up from the bed to put the laptop aside.

“That’s not what I meant,” you hastily say. “I’m just not sure they will understand that I took over Martha’s business. They are very…” You sigh deeply. “Old-fashioned. I think Daddy will faint if he looks at our website.”

“I bet he’ll go and buy condoms or a dildo,” Dean smirks cockily. “Whatever floats his boat, you know. Just tell them you took over Martha’s business. Who cares what they think about it?”

“You make it sound so easy,” you look at his laptop again. “You’re so self-confident, and always know what to say.”

“Ah, you’re already enchanted by me,” Dean dips one knee into the mattress. He dips his head to steal a kiss. “I’m the sweet seducer, Y/N. You should be careful, or you’ll fall for me.”

You cup his face to kiss him again. “Maybe I already fell for you, Mr. Winchester.”

A virgin at a sex store (4)

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[dadddybangtan]

Strawberry Milk 18+ (oneshot)

pairing: sub! soobin x gn! service dom y/n

synopsis: reader wants to fulfill soobin’s sexual desires of food play. 

cw: slight brat soobin, tall big d*ck sub soobin, praise k!nk, pet names, food pl^y, oral, f!ngering, ^ss eating, cvm swallowing, hint of service bottom soobin

word count: 1.6k

part two

a.n. first oneshot in a long time. i think it might be time to create a master list? please reblog & leave feedback </3

Y/N POV

On my way home from work, I ran to the market to pick up a few things my partner, Soobin, needed. Soy milk, dinner rolls, cinnamon sticks and cookie dough ice cream were the items he sent me. He always had a random list and I was always willing to shop it for him. I couldn’t stop myself from picking up the strawberries and whipped cream in the produce aisle. The strawberries were freshly picked and it had been a while since I bought whipped cream. 

Walking into our apartment, Soobin greeted me in an oversized off-white sweater and a pair of jeans. He was so cute, I had to kiss him the moment I saw him. 

“I got the stuff you needed, baby.” 

“Thanks,” He blushed, taking the grocery bag from my hand and walking over to the kitchen island, “Hey, I didn’t ask for these.”

He pulled the strawberries and whipped cream from the bag and set them on the table. 

“I know, silly, they’re for me,” I said, grabbing the whipped cream, shaking the bottle and popping the top. “And you.”

I filled my mouth with the fluffy cream and dotted his nose with some as well. His smile was unbearably cute as he was a bit surprised by my action. I licked the cream from his nose and he looked down at me with big, doe eyes. 

“And me?”

“I may have taken a peek at your porn history.” I said before filling my mouth with another round of whipped cream.

“Y/N!” He pouted.

“Soobinnie, baby, it's not my fault you left your browser open. You didn’t even close the tab.”

He was silent, embarrassed by his own sexual fantasies. He didn’t have to be. I always knew he had a thing for food ever since he got a hard-on watching me eat a juicy watermelon. That was a month or so ago, so it was only a matter of time until I played into his sensual desires.

I opened the case of strawberries and grabbed the biggest one by the stem. But raising it up to his cute, heart-shaped lips, he didn’t want to bite.

“What’s the matter, lost your appetite?”

He just pursed his mouth in rebellion. I saw it in his eyes; Soobin was being a brat.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I know you want it.”

He remained silent and unresponsive, slightly raising an eyebrow and challenging me. That’s when I used my other hand to grip his bulge in my palm. Soobin let out a small whimper, allowing a gap in his mouth for the tip of the strawberry to slip in. 

“Take a bite for me, hm,” I eased it between his teeth, slowly watching his mouth open wider for the fruit until he sunk his teeth in, “That’s my good boy.”

He moaned softly on the praise, his eyebrows pulled together in pleasure and sweet, pink juice went dripping down his chin. I used my tongue to lick it up and kiss him again. His lips were soft as ever with the lingering strawberry taste. I gently bit his bottom lip and I felt his dick throb in my hand. I took that cue to feed him the rest of the berry and catch the juices as they fell. I kissed him again, that time kissing down his sharp jaw and supple neck. I licked and gnawed at him as he swallowed. 

“How did that feel, baby?”

He could only close his eyes, licking his lips and humming in satisfaction. His dick was still growing in my palm. Yet he was speechless.

“Use your words, darling.” I said, squeezing his meat. 

“G-good. It felt good.” 

“Do you want more?”

He nodded eagerly. 

“Can you take your pants off for me?”

He half heartedly opened his eyes to look down at me. He smiled bashfully before reaching down to undo his jeans. The bulge in his underwear turned me on so much. I palmed him again, his print clearer now without the jeans. 

“Thank you, baby, you're such a good boy.” I said as I grabbed another strawberry from the case. 

Soobin prettily opened his mouth and slightly stuck his tongue out. He’s so cute. I teased the berry on his tongue, let him get used to the grooves. He eventually grew tired of teasing and decided to wrap his lips around the tip and take a bite. As juice spilled in and out of his mouth, his dick throbbed and grew more. 

Starting at his collarbone and trailing up to his dripping lips, I traced my tongue on his skin. His cock poked my thigh, he was fully hard. I reached into his underwear and pulled his length out so I could stroke him properly. He moaned and whimpered as he softly chewed the strawberry. 

I set the stem on the counter and watched Soobin lick his lips. He began swirling his hips in small circles to accelerate the handjob I was giving him. A smile crept to my lips watching my handsome boyfriend living out his wildest fantasies. I reached over to grab the whipped cream and traced a line down his shaft, putting extra on the tip. His hands gripped the side of the island as I kneeled down. I licked the length of his sex from the base to the tip, collecting whipped cream in my mouth. It wasn’t until I swallowed every bit of cream that I swallowed him as well. 

“Mm, fuck,’ He whimpered and moaned every time his tip hit the back of my throat, “So good.”

I brought my hand to his neatly shaved balls and squeezed the base of his sack. His cock happily jumped in my mouth.

“Oh, god,” His fingers found their way to my hair. His touch was soft and comforting. He was enjoying himself, “Gonna make me cum.”

His breathing quickened and I didn’t let up on him. The closer he got to climaxing, the more his body shook and twitched. His whining, that was once deeply exhaled, became strained and pathetic.

“C-cumming. Fuck, I’m cumming.” His weak voice pushed out. 

His warm seed filled my mouth and coated my throat. I looked up at him to find him adorably breathless before I stood up to kiss him. He caressed my head in his big hands as I held him by the waist.

“I love the way you make me feel,” He whispered into my lips, “The way you touch me.”

“Good, because I love touching you and feeling you up,” I said, gripping his tiny waist in my hands, “I wanna bend you over this counter while you feed yourself strawberries.”

Soobin bit his lip as he slowly began turning around. With my hands already on his hips, I turned him and pushed his shoulder down in one seamless move. The whimper he let out was priceless. I slipped his underwear off to reveal his cute ass and pretty, pink hole. I pushed up the hem of his sweater to kiss his lower back. As I planted more kisses, the arch in his back deepened. And as I got to the meat of his ass, he started moaning.

“Still on those strawberries, love?” 

“Mhm.” 

“Good boy.”

I grabbed the whipped cream from the counter and poured a perfect dot over his asshole. I didn't hesitate to lick it up and tease the rim with my tongue. His moans were muffled in fruit, so erotic and needy. His muscles began to relax around my tongue and I was able to glide into him with ease. 

That’s when I snuck my middle finger inside. His knees buckled beneath him, but he didn’t let himself fall. He knew I needed him bent over that counter. He knew he wanted it like that. He loosened up even more, puckered hole begging for another finger. So I gently stretched him out with my index and middle fingers. Once I found a good rhythm to finger him, he moaned perfectly in sync with me. 

“You take it so well, Soobin,” I muttered, “So pretty and perfect too.”

“Th-thank you.”

I wrapped my free hand around his waist and grabbed his dick, which was still erect even after climaxing. I stroked his fat cock while fingering his little asshole. His back was beautifully arched over the island. He looked back at me with pleading eyes and strawberry juices dripping down his chin. That was a visual I haven’t seen from him, but God, he was gorgeously sexy. I felt my core heating up and pulsing. I groaned at the pleasure of watching him. With that, his cock was fully hard in my hand and asshole pulsing around my fingers.

“I’m gonna cum again.” He mumbled into the fruit. 

“Cum for me, baby,” I said, hooking my fingers up and massaging his prostate, “Be a good boy and cum for me.”

Cupping his tip in my hand, I made sure to catch every drop of cum. It was euphoric to feel him reach his high again, to milk him with pleasure. He leaned the majority of his body weight on the island counter after I released my hold on him. 

I grabbed one of the strawberries and completely coated it in his cum before eating it in full. I don’t know what was sweeter, his cum or the fruit. But it was deliciously arousing. He seemed to enjoy the view as well.

“You taste so sweet, my love.” I said, cum coating my lips. 

“When is it my turn to taste you?”

“Whenever you want, baby,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans, “Where do you want the whip?”

part two

[moonliched]

Hello baby!

Kisses u on the forehead

How r u feeling? I just finished rereading your fic and damn i love it so much it's in my solid top 3 of mer fics and is keeping its 1st place proudly. I just melt into a happy puddle while reading it! And during a day my mind often drifts to think and theorise about your work! Also you are so cute and bubbly it only adds on to the whole vibe in the book. I loved little fun facts! They are adding so much character and perspective to the people and situations! Can we have some more?

Btw can we give you some ideas for plants and stuff?

Kisses!

can't wait to see more of your magic 🌸✨️

you n me, perchance (⁠.⁠ ⁠❛⁠ ⁠ᴗ⁠ ⁠❛⁠.⁠)

i am feeling like i need a long holiday! i hope your autumn is off to a good start🍁🍂

you have no idea how big of a complement this is aaaaaaaaa, i always wanted to make a fic likeable enough to reread xD you're so nice to me❤️

you can absolutely give me whatever ideas you'd like, i welcome the excuse to chat n make up cool fantasy stuff😊✨ thanks for the ask, i am absolutely squeezing you in a hug rn!!

i gotcha more fun There Are Many Benefits facts ;3

🪸 Sun and Moon coexist calmly and happily. they are very close and their bickering isn't in seriousness. so if you join in, at any moment they might exchange a glance and gleefully gang up on you at the drop of a hat

🪸 Meryn can see a deeper range of certain colours than the mers can, like the difference between the white of Sun's eyes and his paler pupils. so Sun thinks he's being sneaky when he looks at Meryn without moving his head, but obviously Meryn can tell that he's staring dead at them. they find it funny

🪸 after Meryn revealed in chapter 16 that they intend to build BON-BON a body, he promptly spent the rest of the night searching up cool robot images and brainstorming stuff to put in it. he 100% has not thought about the sheer work that's going to go into making just a regular body, nor the fact that Meryn would never ever trust him with rocket launchers

🪸 Sun and Moon are aware on some level that Humans Wear Clothes (though how they know this is a spoiler!) but they don't fully understand the minutiae of the when and the why humans keep covered. so, just enough to get flustered when they're removed lol

🪸 Meryn was considering getting piercings before their hand webbing was removed. now they have lost their taste for any permanent body modifications

🪸 BON-BON spies on the Glamrock team's meetings, but not as much as he used to. he gets bored easily and a lot of what they discuss references previous tasks and goals he also didn't really listen to when they were first brought up. as a result, he misses out on a lot of stuff that would make for juicy gossip-and-mystery-solving content to share with Meryn😅

🪸 Sun thinks that Meryn's 'nest' (bed) is tragically bare. it must be because they have no one to take care of them! he has plans to rectify that

🪸 Meryn typically responds with a one word 'okay' when they're agreeing without meaning it

🪸 BON-BON thinks the Glamrock team's apparent bleeding-heart stance on AI is just performative, and that if the time comes to ever put those beliefs into action they would fall back on reporting him as sentient

🪸 Vanessa only followed Meryn's example of using he/him pronouns for Sun when he spoke like a human, by mimicking her words

🪸 it's often obvious to Sun and Moon when Meryn doesn't understand something, and they find it amusing to call them on it, or let it play out if Meryn doesn't express their confusion. they think it's cute

🪸 As of chapter 16, Meryn is getting sick of Monty helping himself to their food and drink and has a plan to punish him for it >:3

🪸 BON-BON's enjoyment of shopping is more to do with the new experience of getting to express himself through his appearance than fashion itself. he's still learning what he likes and how he wants to present himself

🪸 Sun and Moon love making Meryn laugh, as they don't actually laugh or smile by themself often. but tbf all of their expressions are super interesting to the mers

[froggibus]

Valentine's Day HCs - Obey Me! Brothers

Includes: Lucifer, Mammon, Leviathan, Satan, Asmodeus, Beelzebub and Belphegor

Summary: how your favorite boy would treat you on valentine's day

CW: GN! reader, pure fluff

i wrote these at like 2am just before i passed out so if there's typos im sorry !! if you guys liked these, consider checking out the other ones i wrote!

Valentine's Day Masterlist

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Lucifer:

bro is the Rizzler 

seriously though he knows what Valentine’s Day is and he knows exactly what to do to win your heart 

probably waits until the last minute to ask you (he’s so excited he forgot)

he somehow manages to get all of his brothers out of the house for the night 

and picks up a super nice bouquet of flowers on his way home!! 

decorates the kitchen table with the vase of flowers and yummy smelling candles 

then starts cooking dinner for the two of you!!

you dress nicely and settle in at the table while he cooks, asking him about his day

he serves you his food and it’s super yummy

also pours you some wine to have with dinner 

the two of you have a nice, intimate dinner and chat over your food

after dinner, he invites you back to his room to watch a movie

you guys cuddle up together and watch cheesy rom coms 

“Happy Valentine’s Day, y/n, I hope we get to spend many more together.”

Mammon:

this man’s tsundere ass pretends like he doesn’t care about Valentine’s Day 

honestly he probably pretends like he doesn’t know what it is in general 

but internally he’s an absolute softie and all he wants is to celebrate love with his human!!!

doesn’t say anything about it until he sees you upset one day 

“y/n?? what’s wrong??? do I need to kill someone????”

you’re just upset that you’re not even home for Valentines Day, and that you’re all alone and this is just a big, fat reminder

“I mean, if it’s *that* big of a deal to you, I guess I can be your Valentine. it’s stupid, anyway.”

you’re so overjoyed you give the dork a hug 

now queue Mammon bending over backwards to make you happy

he goes out and buys a ton of treats from your favorite cafe for you!! 

brings them to you after work and his heart almost implodes from how happy you get

but that’s not all

he takes you out to a cute little lowkey club 

drinks cosmos with you and talks about all the stuff he (pretends) he doesn’t care about 

totally dances with you too!! his face is red the whole time and he swears up and down it’s only to keep other weirdos away 

you make him take cute pictures with you in the photo booth too

the pictures don’t end up printing and you’re sad :(((

but the next day he shows up with a copy of them

“look, I know you were all sad about the pictures or whatever so I went back to get them for you. but don’t be showing anyone these, ok?? I don’t want it ruining my rep.”

(also he definitely has a secret copy of the original pictures in his wallet that he takes everywhere)

Leviathan:

he’s seen Valentine’s Day be celebrated in tons of anime and he’s always thought it was so cute 

and he always wanted to celebrate it but he never had anyone except his brothers, and no other demons found interest in the holiday

when he first meets you, that’s one of the first things he thinks and he already has this whole elaborate fantasy of what you’ll do together 

he’s way too shy and embarrassed to admit it

he definitely sends you a cute little e-card asking you to be his Valentine and then proceeds to shut his phone off for the next six hours so he can’t see your rejection

you actually get so worried you knock on his door to check on him and the otaku comes out all red faced and shy

you ask what happened and he’s all pouty about it :((

“I don’t blame you for not wanting a gross otaku like me for your Valentine. I don’t even know anything about Valentines!”

stop him before he gets embarrassed and hide again!!!

with some gentle coaxing and lots of reassurance, he’ll be almost good as new 

asks if you really want to be his Valentine and gets so happy when you agree 

you leave for a bit while he gets ready and when you come back, he’s ordered takeout and has an anime marathon ready for the two of you!!

you cuddle up to him and bed and share takeout containers while watching his favorite anime 

at one point you get sleepy and lean your head on his shoulder 

he forgets how to breathe 

sends you a cute little text after 

“thank you for being my Henry, y/n <3 and giving me the best VDay ever!!! maybe normie stuff isn’t so bad after all”

Satan:

he’s definitely read about Valentine’s Day in books 

and much like Levi as soon as you met, the thought of spending the day together brought a blush to his cheeks 

unlike his brother though, he plans out everything ahead of time 

he just straight up asks you if you want to go out with him, and he’s so casual about it that you have to ask if he knows what Valentine’s is

“of course I do, y/n. im asking you to be my Valentine”

you happily agree!! 

he tells you to dress casual and the next day takes you to a cat cafe for lunch

you order some yummy food and delicious coffee while you wait for your turn to play with the cats

Satan is honestly like a kid in a candy store when he’s playing with them 

like he’s practically tearing up over the little balls of fur 

the two of you play with the cats and cuddle on the floor the whole time

after that, he takes you to a local bakery to pick out a treat to take home with you 

when he takes you home, he takes extra care to walk you to your room 

“today was great, y/n. my favorite person and my favorite animal? what a thrill.”

Asmodeus:

this is his day

he usually spends it with multiple partners, thriving on their lust and need to be loved

but from the minute he met you, he knew he wanted this one to be spent with you and only you 

he’s been planning out the day for you guys for at least a month too

when he asks you to be his Valentine, he does it with white doves and a huge banner 

you’re so flustered but you immediately say yes!!!

wakes you up early on Valentine’s Day and takes you out for a super yummy breakfast

probably some fancy little cafe with parfaits and macarons and crepes 

after breakfast, he takes you to a salon for mani pedis and blowouts!! he wants you feeling as confident and beautiful as possible when he takes you out later

then you guys go to the mall and he picks out an outfit for you!! 

something really cute and kinda dressy, but perfect for the club 

you guys have a light dinner and some pre drinks at home before getting ready 

he insists on getting you ready and treating you like his little doll 

then he takes you to his favorite club 

it’s super busy for Valentine’s Day, and they’re only serving pink and red drinks

everyone gets a wristband sorting them by relationship status too!

Asmo dances with you all night, bringing you yummy drinks to sip on 

definitely posts videos of you guys on his Devilgram stories so that everyone can see how cute his human looks <33

probably has to carry you home cause you’re so tired from dancing/the drinks

does your skincare routine for you and tucks you into bed 

“have a goodnight, darling. thank you for giving me a Valentine's Day that was absolutely divine.”

Beelzebub:

Beel probably had no clue what Valentine’s Day is tbh 

he learns about it when he hears one of his brother’s talking about it and then starts to wonder if maybe you wanted to celebrate 

he doesn’t really understand the concept of it but A for effort 

he asks you if you want to go out to dinner with him and you just assume it’s normal for him

but when you see him all dressed up you realize what he meant by that!! 

he’s so cute it makes your heart melt

he takes you to a pretty nice restaurant with intimate lighting and a nice patio!!

he even tries to eat slower and gentler so he doesn’t scare you off

he even shares his dessert with you!!!

takes you for a walk after dinner and holds your hand 

if you get cold he totally gives you his jacket too! 

he’s thankful it’s dark so you can’t see how red his face is 

“I know you‘re probably used to a lot better Valentine’s Days then this one, but I just wanted you to be able to feel a little slice of home while you’re here.”

Belphegor: 

does not give a fuck about Valentine’s Day 

like he can’t even pretend to care 

you were kinda hoping he would do something for you even tho you thought your crush was unrequited 

but obviously he doesn't and he goes straight to bed after school 

you’re a little upset and you shed a few tears :((

Beel notices but doesn’t say anything to you, however he marches into their room and shakes his brother awake 

Belphie reminds him that he doesn’t care about stupid human traditions 

but Beel counters him by saying he cares about you 

He hates that his twin is right

brings you a pretty bouquet of supermarket flowers and knocks on your door

when he sees your red nose and eyes he feels guilty 

asks if you’ll come with him to go stargazing!! 

the two of you lay down on a blanket together and look up at the stars 

it’s cold so Belphie wraps an arm around you and let’s you lay your head on his shoulder

he’s like a human furnace tbh 

you fall asleep so he carries you home

“I’d pretend to care about all of your human traditions if it means I get to spend more time with you.”

[im-notbean]

Headcannons of; Quackity x Greek! Male! Reader

On god bro. I just really want somebody who speaks Greek on the QSMP. So in orderto cure this fantasy of mine I have now created this, sorry if you dont like the fact that Y/N is greek but I had to do it. Sooner or later okay-

⚠︎ Warning ⚠︎

Swearing

Some cultural things you might not understand

Might not be accurate to the cannon QSMP

This post has both Q!Quackity and CC!Quackity

Grammar mistakes

Characters might be a bit off to you

Mentions of Homophobia

Author kinda pools info about greek food-

If anything bothers you from above please, don't read!

CC!Quackity

・Your accent>>>>>>

・I'm sorry but he just loves it, especially when you pronounce certain words.

・Like saying yogurt and bread shit like that you know?

・If you say Alex in greek he gets scared- (Άλεξ [Álex] might not be accurate lol)

・Praise. Him. In. Greek.

・He get's so mad if you don't, goes full on Mexican on your ass-

・Quackity definitely respects your boundaries, so he'd ok with you not wanting to be public about your guy's relationship

・Especially with Twitter and shit (I refuse to call Twitter "X")

・Makes the funniest jokes and yall know those corny ass pick up lines

・Like "I wish you were my Xbox, cause I wanna play you all~~ night ♡"

・He definitely does those daily

・He can't cook for shit, so you have banned him from the kitchen

・It's always akward explaning that to your parents...

・Quackity loves it when you cook for him

・Especially Greek deserts (I'm just gonna fanboy over greek food for a hot minutes)

・Like tiramisu or like those almond cookies

・OR FUCKING BAKLAVA

・OR EVEN LOUKOUMADES

・Incase you don't know what I'm fanboying over, Tiramisu is an Italian dish so I'm not gonna go over it in much detail

・Basically a layered desert with espresso innit

・Baklava is one of the MOST iconic Greek deserts, it's layered with phyllo pastery, melted butter, and nuts!

・The most common are pistachios and walnuts by the way and theirs a layer of cinnamon-orange syrup pored over it once it is baked!

・Loukoumades are the Greek version of fried dough, their normally topped with honey, cinnamon, and walnuts.

・Anyway...

・He loves then sm

・If yall decide to make your relationship public, he wants you to decide how to do it.

・I personally believe you take over his stream one day as his "Special Guest"

・A cooking stream because y'know- it's iconic

・Your baking a classic greek disk.

・Gyro (Pronouced Yee-ro by the way)

・Basically Gyro is a dish that is a mix of lamb and beef (sometimes chicken too) that is made to fill pita bread.

・The sauce that is paired with is called tzatziki (it's really fucking good.) it normally has tomatos and onions and paied with greek fries.

・So your cooking the meat and stuff and Quackity just comes up behind you and you turn around right cause you know he's their

・So quickly, you bend down and kiss him.

・A little smooch before you kick him out th kitchen-

Q!Quackity

・You guys met on the train to the island.

・He tried talking to you but he seriously could not understand you, it wasas if you were speaking another language.

・When the government had paired people up, you didn't get a partner :(

・You also didn't really want an egg either, but you didn't mind babysitting them!

・Phil is so greatful for this-

・Quackity had heard about your egg sitting and decided to leave Tillin (I think i butchered this ngl) in your care

・Tillin loved you, she also liked the fact that she could understand you and offered as a translator.

・When Quackity came back he was surprised to see his own child translating what you were saying

・Once the new members joined you were assined partners with Tubbo (I am not sure if the new members have assigned parners ngl so...also are we getting new members today?)

・(Not even joking- ANYWAY LMAO)

・So y'know how Tubbo can get info out of Curchuro (prob butchered that again lol)

・You can do it also, sence your the only person on the server who can speak greek and not English he thinks the info he tells you is safe.

・You get Tillin to translate to Tubbo about what Curchuro tells you >:D

・Quackity learns about this and then he realized what the fuck is happening

・The he realized one day, you were gone.

・Along with the eggs.

・He never realized how much he liked you until you left...

・Quackity tried looking for you and the eggs

・But he never got far

・Tubbo also tried to help look for you, to no avail

・Not gonna lie, you and Phil got locked in a cage togther 😂

[generational-atrophy]

hiii may i request leon kennedy x gn!reader whos shorter than him and an overall timid person?

(Leon Kennedy X Reader) Short, Shy S/O!

(Gender Neutral) Headcanons ~ A/N SORRY GUYS THIS ONE IS GETTING COMPLETED IMMEDIATELY BCS THIS MAN OWNS ME RIGHT NOW GOOD LORD

Trigger Warning: Leon is a kind of unhealthy person but that's it.

Leon would be a bit nervous to start a relationship with someone who comes off as so fragile. It seems like everyone around him is destroyed or killed in some way, and imagining that happening to you… god, he can’t let that happen. You’re so innocent. Too innocent. Not the type of person that belongs with him. You deserve better.

And because of those horrible thoughts, you’re unfortunately gonna have to make the first move. Horrible, right? He may be confident around everyone else, but you make him so goddamn nervous. The thought of pulling your pretty little face up to meet his, finally giving into what his body desperately wants… it’s a thought that plagues his mind. And if you wait long enough, he might just have to live out that fantasy. Even though he’s gonna try to avoid you for as long as possible afterwards.

But once you’ve worked it out, and he’s finally gotten over his anxiety surrounding you, he’s a great boyfriend. He’s already protective of everyone close to him, but with you, it’s kicked up to another degree. Even on days when he struggles to get out of bed, he asks to accompany you everywhere. Seriously, you’d think that the shy one in the relationship would be more clingy, but nope. Not with Leon.

It gets like… really annoying. He’s obsessed with keeping you safe, at any cost. But it’s like… his trauma response is projected onto you. Anything that goes wrong is gonna get solved pretty quickly by him, regardless of whether you want him to do so or not. 

Even if you ask him to stop, it’s always gonna be in the back of his mind. But that’s not to say he can’t back off. He absolutely can! He’s so obsessed with protecting your feelings, once you tell him HE’S the one stressing you out, he’ll stop (and his heart will break a little.)

Oh yeah, and he’s totally the type of guy to purposely put things up too high for you. Hearing you ask for his help opening a jar he closed too tight gives him a strangely large amount of joy. But he really just likes being useful.

 Everything in his life has been so harsh and so horrible, but you’re a light in the dark. Whenever you stutter or struggle to speak up, he can’t help but melt. Even your more “””annoying””” shy traits do nothing but make him love you more.

If you ever wanna leave somewhere early, he’s completely ready to head out too. If you don’t wanna hang out with anyone except him and like one other person, he’s cool with doing the same. Even stuff like ordering food for you, he has no problem with. He’s really just glad you’re satisfied with such a low-key life. After everything that’s happened… all he needs is domesticity.

Someone so withdrawn with someone so brash… who would’ve guessed how well it’d work?

[igotanidea]

Sous chef : Sam Winchester x reader cook AU (part 1)

sous chef fr): works directly under the head chef 

Request: Sammy has his own restaurant, he is a Chef, he works in the administration almost always and usually cooks once a week at the place, he falls in love with the reader. Age gap but everything legal, he cooks for her, she falls in love with his food! and the excellent sex with him (played with it a bit, hope you'll like it anon :)

***

Before we start this story we have to make one thing clear.

Y/N was not a silly teenage rom-com heroine.

Did she watch them? Yes. Did she read them? Yes, absolutely.

But only for the funsies.

It was not like the “To all the boys I’ve ever loved” plotline.

Not like she was only living the fantasy inside her head, too scared to act on her own feelings.

It was not – god forbid – like the After plotline and Y/N was not the good girl focused only on her school stuff not wanting to have anything to do with the bad boys and boys at all.

No way in hell.

She had her own amount of love drama and with the slightly wild character she was more than ready for a new chapter in her life.

College.

Parties, boys, skipping classes and making out in the toilets, sneaking under the professors’ nose.

And now, ladies and gentlemen, let’s talk reality.

She was a nice girl. A kind spirit. A dreamer.

With a vision, sharp tongue and good priorities.

Not a pushover but also not the most popular. Not the sharpest crayon in the box, but street smart. If you asked Y/N Y/L/N how she classified herself she would probably answer in the middle. She could get lost inside her own head trying way too hard to figure things out instead of just letting it unravel and go with a flow. Dead set on putting some sort of label on herself to find out where she belongs. Which was still  bound to happen.

She has just moved to the new city to college and what was better way to get acquainted with the surroundings and fellow students than –

- having a little trip? (I’m pretty sure you thought party, huh?)

 In her defence – she tried partying, but seeing her college friends drunk dancing and throwing up because they actually wanted to let loose and have a big opening of the year was a bit too much. Therefore, she grabbed her girls, completely ignored their whining about ruining the mood and baptized as Y/N, the destroyer, dragged them out into the city.

That’s how they found this little nice restaurant in the suburbs. Nothing too fancy nor too expensive for a students’ budget but good enough for a group of young adult women who just started living (almost) on their own.

It was nice to have a ladies’ night. At least until the door to the restaurant opened and a representative of the opposite sex entered causing all the females to raise their gazes. A little rascal definitely noticed the sudden commotion in the henhouse cause he shot them a teasing gaze and winked in a flirtatious manner before heading towards the counter smiling widely at the other man standing there.

“Is he gay?” Y/N asked, barely holding back a chuckle, while observing the whole scene

“Who?”

“That guy who just entered!”

“What?” her friends laughed  collectively “Dean Winchester being gay? Damn Y/N. He had more girls in his bed in last two months than any of us will have in our whole life!”

“Are you a lesbian then, f/n?”

“What?”

“You said he had more girls than any of us-“

“oh shut it! Slip of the tongue, you know what I mean!”

“so not gay?”

“definitely.”

“who’s the other one then?” Y/N took a sip of her drink pointing out behind her back.

“He?”

 “yes he! Do you see any other good looking guys around?”

“That’s Sam.” f/n replied and went quiet teasing Y/N on absolute purpose.

“Care to elaborate or are you too busy foaming at the mouth while checking out that Dean guy?”

“Can you blame me? Damn, have you seen his-?”

“f/n!”

“face! Have you seen his face?” Y/N rolled her eyes in frustration. “they are brothers. Obviously. Sam’s a chef and Dean ... well, I am not sure what he does for a living but I’m all up for the bad boy style and attitude.”

 “dare I ask?”

“you better not. I see that little blush on your face so enjoy your little teenage rom-com moment.” f/n laughed sipping her drink though the straw purposefully making it loud to get the man’s attention and be the eyecatcher on Y/N’s behalf.

“stop it!” Y/N shushed suddenly feeling eyes on her back, almost burning the hole and – ironically – do making her blush.

“and what if I don’t?”

“you’re crazy!”

“and you’re too shy for your own good. Come one, live a little. Have a hot, steamy romance. Free yourself! Burn the bra!”

“What?”

“It’s a figure of speech!”

“I know what it means!” Y/N laughed and shook her head at her friend’s stupidity. However, instead of leaving or making  a scene she just raised her own glass in a celebratory gesture “cheers!”

And now – tell me, in your honest opinion, don’t you think that few  young woman in an almost empty restaurant at the very late hour, laughing and acting the way young carefree girls should, would get some looks, even if covert?

***

Once the academic year got off the ground the time seemed to pass in an accelerated speed. Before anyone noticed the beginning of October turned into November and then everyone started slowly thinking about actual work and getting some work as a source of income.  

Y/N was no exception to this rule. Between mingling, being a  socially engaged person, going out with friends, studying, preparing for exams, finding little time for her hobbies and currently fighting for an internship, her life was simply crazy.

So she wandered around the city alone to get at least a bit of peace of mind. Not having any specific destination in mind, just letting her feet lead her to whatever place she might find herself in. Just being and floating in space, allowing her imagination and creativity run free, unrestrained by a rigid schedule.

The old bookshop looking like it was taken straight from the Harry Potter universe might have been a spot where she’s been spending most of her time, to such extend that the owner learned her name. moreover, she even started helping him in running the business which was quite good practice given the fact she was studying business and economics. And for one more reason too.

***

“I’m here, sorry for being late! Bus was delayed due to the weather and –“ she walked through the door shaking of the snow not realising that there was a client present and Bobby was nowhere to be found. That meant she was supposed to serve the man standing by the counter, whose face she could not see at the moment. “Morning sir. What can I help you with?” swiftly she hung her damp coat and hat on the hanger and approached him. “Sam?” the name escaped her before she bit her tongue.

“Hi. Do I know you?” the man frowned in confusion, but it was not a confused expression of someone offended by being called by his given name, rather a sympathetic question of someone trying hard to refresh his memory.

“No.” she shook her head with a smile of embarrassment “no you don’t, not really. But my friend got eyes for your brother, you should warn him about a feisty female sharpening her claws.”

“I am pretty sure Dean can handle- wait, you’re that girl from the restaurant.”

“Good memory. Surprisingly good, actually.” She reached her hand towards him “I’m Y/N Y/L/N. It’s only fair to tell you my name since I already know yours.”

“Nice to meet youY/N. You work here?”

“More like volunteer. Full time student, part time bookseller. Doesn’t seem like a match made in heaven, does it?”

“Well, I bet you wouldn’t expect to see a chef searching for a book, will you?”

“I’m not judgmental.” She shrugged taking a look at the pile of volumes in his hands “but choosing modern sci-fi crime and mythology books is a bit surprising. For a guy in general.”

“It’s just side interest. And actually I was hoping Bobby would find something that would be more complex than a manifestation of the author's exuberant and non-realistic imagination”

“Wow, now that’s the wording.”

“for a chef?” Sam smirked.

“For a person. Anyone else would just say the book was fucked up.”

“Thought you weren’t judgmental?”

“I wasn’t.” Y/N shrugged and grinned at him “till you said that you’re pretty much looking for fantasy book with no fantasy in it.”

“Then why do I get the feeling you know perfectly where to find one?”

“Challenge accepted Mr. Winchester.”

[hanjisungs-bigtittyg0thgf]

Boss

You’re a menace

ceo!jisung x overworked admin!minho

Trigger warnings: none that i know of!

Content warnings: oral, light nipple play, praise, begging, dirty talk, a little hair pulling, finger fucking, names (babe, baby, angel), jisung's a bit of a tease (what else is new), minho gets desperate

Summary: the morning after proves to be just as eventful

Word count: 7599

A/N: omg hi babies ❤️💙 it’s been so long!! shoutout to rae for keeping me online for more than two days this time, you’re a real one. thank you all for your patience while i continue to sort myself and become a functioning member of society again. i’ve got some stuff planned and i’m continuing to work hard to put together more stories for your enjoyment. i'm also redoing my tag list so please don't hesitate to reach out and i'll happily add you!! anyways, follow me here and check out my main!! hard thoughts are always welcome, as are dms. i’d love to make friends with you all!! much love ❤️💙

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Jisung stretched his arms over his head and let out a groan of appreciation before allowing himself to relax back into the sheets, the early morning light filtering into the dim room. Like every morning, visions of Minho danced in his mind as he drifted in and out of consciousness. Unlike every morning, they were memories instead of fantasies.

“That’s right, take it all. Just like that…”

His body ached deliciously, he realized, and he found himself wanting to milk the situation. He was sure he could get Minho to baby him if he pouted enough.

So he finally opened his eyes and rolled onto his side, only to find himself alone in the bed. He sat up immediately, starting to panic. Then he heard the kitchen sink cut on and let out a sigh. He sank back down onto the pillows and stared at the wall, still groggy. He was debating getting up when he heard the sink cut off and Minho walking towards the bedroom.

The door opened to reveal the older man in a simple pair of sweats, carrying a tray filled with food. “Oh, you’re up.” He smiled and Jisung’s heart jumped into his throat.

“Yeah.” He nodded, sitting up again and rubbing his eyes. “What time is it?”

“A little after six.” Minho hummed as he placed the tray on the nightstand and circled the bed to sit on the opposite side. “How did you sleep?”

“Like a rock.” Jisung smiled to himself and picked up the glass of orange juice that sat on the tray, taking a gulp before glancing at the man beside him. “You?”

“It was the best sleep I’ve had in months.” He hummed and leaned back against the headboard, crossing his legs at the ankle. “I don't recall the last time I did anything so physically draining.” He chuckled, turning his head to look at Jisung, who was now happily munching on a slice of toast. “How do you feel?”

There was his opening to get taken care of.

“Sore.” He pouted adorably, a tiny piece of bread still sticking halfway out of his mouth. “I don’t think I can even move.”

Minho’s heart skipped a beat at the sight but he recovered quickly and rolled his eyes playfully. “Well you’re gonna have to because we have work in a couple hours.”

Jisung frowned at the lack of doting and finished chewing the food in his mouth before speaking again. “So you’re not gonna baby me or anything?”

“Are you a baby?” Jisung’s frown deepened and Minho laughed quietly. “Well you did call me daddy last night…”

“That was an accident, I slipped up! Stop teasing me!” Minho only laughed harder at Jisung’s indignance and leaned towards him, crossing his arms over his chest.

“I don’t want to. It’s fun messing with you like this.” Jisung immediately clammed up at the proximity and Minho continued, leaning in further until they were almost nose to nose. “Besides, it was hot. I wanna hear you say it again.”

“No way!” The younger protested despite the way his heart rate spiked in excitement.

“You’d dare to deny me anything I ask for after how many times I made you cum last night?” The corners of his eyes crinkled as his grin betrayed his tone, proving he was far from bothered by this interaction. Once more, Jisung was struck by Minho’s beauty. The proximity made his heart beat so fast he worried he might pass out. His mind raced just as quickly and his cheeks heated up as more memories of the previous night flooded his head. Minho took Jisung’s silence as embarrassment and pulled back, nudging the hand that held the unfinished toast. “Eat. We have to leave soon if you still wanna stop for coffee on the way back to yours.”

Jisung quickly pulled himself from his thoughts and nodded despite his disappointment at things not escalating. When the last bite of bread was halfway to his mouth, he paused. “You know…” he started as Minho made to get off the bed. “You never let me blow you last night.”

Minho paused with one leg hanging off the bed, trying to ignore the blood rushing to his dick. “You’re right.” He hummed, trying to sound casual. If he got his hands on Jisung before they made it out of bed, they wouldn’t be going to work at all. One glance over his shoulder told him that was exactly what was gonna happen.

“I want to.” It wasn’t a request or a demand, it was simply a fact. He wanted to inhale Minho’s cock and he had from the moment he met him.

“And I want you to eat your breakfast.” He fired back. He’d wanted those pretty lips wrapped around his dick for even longer than Jisung had but he was worried what people might say if both of them were late to or even missed work. It was no secret that Jisung wanted Minho. The older man had already gotten plenty of side-eye just for being the object of their boss’s obsession. Any inkling that their suspicions had come true would make him a pariah.

“What if I’d rather have you for breakfast?” Jisung challenged, raising an eyebrow.

“Jisung…” He warned, cock already twitching to life despite his best efforts to ignore it. He needed to get out of this bed and get in the shower. Now.

“Minho...” He sighed, dropping the last of the toast back on the plate and turning to face him. “Listen, I already know what you’re thinking. I know you’re worried about what will happen if people find out. To tell you the truth, I don’t really care if people know. You are my favorite in the office, everyone already knows that. They have eyes.” Minho opened his mouth to protest but Jisung didn’t stop so he settled back into his previous position. “But I know it’s bothering you and I’m not gonna let anything bad happen. I can’t just go around firing people for mistreating you for something I quite literally begged for so obviously I’m not gonna let anyone know. If we’re late, you can drop me off across the street and take a lap around the block so we aren’t walking in together. I will figure something out but can we please fool around just a little while longer?”

Minho’s cheeks were flushed a soft pink by the time Jisung was finished speaking. Who was this man in front of him? The Jisung he knew was desperate and cocky, not careful and considerate. His cockiness was one of the things that turned Minho on. But something about the way Jisung was trying to do right by him made his insides feel funny.

His response was simple. He didn’t speak and opted instead to pull the younger man onto his lap. Jisung’s breath hitched at the small display of strength as if he hadn’t been manhandled by this man multiple times within the last twelve hours. His hands rested comfortably on Minho’s shoulders as he settled down, taking notice of the bulge pressing against his ass.

“Can I kiss you?”

“You didn’t ask last night.” Minho offered a wry smile as he pulled Jisung into him.

The younger man rolled his eyes but pressed his lips to Minho’s instead of arguing back that Minho hadn’t exactly asked about a few things he did last night either. It felt nice kissing Minho. His lips were soft and inviting and Jisung decided at that moment that he could die happy if he got to kiss Minho for the rest of his life. He was being presumptuous, of course. You couldn't decide you’d spend your life with someone after spending a single night with them. But he could indulge in his delusions for a little while. Who could it really hurt?

Minho’s tongue slipped into his mouth and he let out a soft whine, grinding down against him. The squeeze on his hips was a subtle warning to slow down lest he lose the opportunity to blow Minho in favor of getting fucked again. To Minho’s surprise, Jisung took the warning for what it was and stilled his hips, sucking on the older man’s tongue instead.

Minho let out a surprised moan and squeezed Jisung’s bare ass, arching into him when his fingers ghosted over his chest. Jisung was delighted by how responsive Minho was and fought back a grin when the older man moaned pathetically at a light pinch to his nipples. He didn’t say anything as his lips trailed to Minho’s jaw, just continued to manipulate his body until the bulge pressing against his ass was entirely unignorable. His own dick was rock hard as he licked and sucked on Minho’s neck and shoulders, leaving a trail of spit behind.

He was careful not to leave any marks above the collar for Minho’s sake but he certainly didn’t shy away from trying to fluster him. “Beautiful…” He whispered as he pulled back to admire the red mark on Minho’s shoulder. Immediately, the man beneath him flushed red, giving him another surge of courage. “I like when you blush for me.”

“I thought you were a bottom.” Minho retorted, afraid to lose the upper hand.

“Are bottoms not allowed to appreciate the effect they have on tops?” He rolled his eyes, pinching Minho’s nipples again and earning another weak moan.

“Whatever…” He mumbled, watching as Jisung leaned down to lick his chest. It was then that he noticed just how hard the younger man was. His cock was an angry red as it strained between them and Minho saw that as his opportunity to take control again. He’d planned on caving and telling Jisung to just blow him already, but seeing his stiff cock made him rethink that plan. Instead, he wrapped one hand around Jisung’s dick while the other gave his ass a rough squeeze. Jisung’s hips canted forwards in response and he made a small noise as he lapped at one of Minho’s nipples while pinching the other.

Both of them were getting pathetic after a few minutes of this back and forth, Jisung lightly biting Minho’s nipples and Minho tugging Jisung’s dick in response. Jisung refused to give in. He couldn’t let Minho fuck him without first getting a taste of his beautiful cock.

Finally, Minho surrendered. “Just fucking blow me already, Jisung, oh my god.” He groaned, both frustrated and unbelievably turned on. How had he gotten so worked up from a twink toying with his nipples?

Because it’s not just any twink, it’s Jisung.

“Thank fuck. I was going crazy.” Jisung laughed breathlessly and quickly moved down the bed, lapping up the smear of precum he’d left on Minho’s belly. He quickly removed Minho’s sweats and bit his lip when his dick sprung free and slapped against the very same area he’d just licked. “Now that I’m getting a closer look, every inch of you is beautiful…” he mused, wrapping a hand around the base and looking up at Minho through his lashes.

“Shut up…” Minho grumbled, flustered at how quickly Jisung had turned the tables. No, Jisung didn’t plan to top, but the fact that he had Minho in shambles was borderline terrifying to Minho. It wasn’t rare for him to be at the mercy of another but it was extremely rare for him to be this much of a mess, especially just from foreplay.

“I don’t wanna.” Jisung hummed, giving a gentle squeeze as he licked the tip. He took note of the way Minho’s lips parted further in a silent gasp. “I like playing with you.” He grinned and Minho felt something jump inside him. “Maybe it’s the brat in me but I wanna be a tease. I think it’s cute seeing you like this after how rough you were last night.”

“You’re gonna regret this next time, Ji- oh fuck-” he couldn’t finish his sentence as the younger man swallowed him whole. Jisung’s mouth felt perfect, like it was made for sucking cock - his cock. Warm, wet, and able to take his full length without gagging. It was dizzying.

Jisung felt pride swell in his chest as he looked up through his lashes and saw Minho’s jaw already hanging slack. His hand moved from Minho’s dick to knead at the soft flesh of his thigh, nose pressing against his pelvis, and he heard a low groan above him. God he’d wanted this for so long…

He felt a hand in his hair and swallowed as Minho held him in place. “Fuck, Ji…” he all but hissed at the way Jisung’s throat constricted around him. To make things more difficult for Minho, Jisung shook his head and the older man’s body went rigid. He hollowed his cheeks as he pulled off for air, sucking hard until he finally released him with a pop. “Where the fuck did you learn that?” Minho asked breathlessly.

Jisung was practically glowing at that point, about to lose his own mind over the way Minho was reacting to him. It was such a simple motion and he’d never known anyone to go insane over it so the fact that Minho, the hard-to-get man he’d wanted to bang since the moment they met, was already about to go feral was more than a little gratifying.

“Probably the internet.” He shrugged and licked a fat stripe from the base to the tip before pausing. “And I thought I told you not to call me Ji last night.”

“I’m sorry I blanked when you put my whole dick in your mouth?” Minho sounded incredulous and Jisung just laughed as his tongue swirled around the tip. “How is that the thing on your mind when you’ve got me balls deep in your fucking face?”

“Well maybe I want you to use my full name. I already told you I like it.” He huffed adorably before suckling on the side. He grinned at the soft gasp he earned and briefly sucked on his balls before peppering kisses all the way back to the tip.

Minho allowed his eyes to slip shut as Jisung flicked his tongue back and forth over the underside of the head. Despite having gone six rounds last night and being utterly exhausted, Minho was still unbelievably horny. He wanted to stay in bed with Jisung all day, fucking like rabbits and only stopping for water, but he couldn’t and it was frustrating him. How was he supposed to get this out of his system in time for work?

Jisung took advantage of Minho’s lack of attention and took him all the way once more, internally cheering at the choked gasp that came from above him. This time, though, he didn’t stay in place very long. He pulled back to the tip, only to swallow him whole once more. He repeated his actions, bobbing his head rhythmically to earn a symphony of surprisingly pitiful moans. What happened to the demanding man who took control of Jisung’s body and damn near forced compliance the night before?

Jisung’s thoughts wandered further and his fingers moved of their own accord. At first, they teased Minho’s balls, enhancing the heavenly sensation that he was experiencing. Then, when he was entirely relaxed despite being so high strung, they traveled further and ghosted over his hole. Immediately, Minho grabbed Jisung’s wrist to stop him as a strange tingle of anxiety slithered up his spine. “Don’t.” He croaked weakly, eyes opening just enough to find Jisung’s gaze.

He wasn’t afraid of bottoming, he’d bottomed plenty of times in the past and loved every second of it. But he couldn’t bottom for Jisung. Not when he wanted to maintain control. Something inside of him needed to be in control when it came to the man currently kitten-licking the tip of his dick. He needed to be the one in charge so Jisung could take a break from the pressure of having to be the boss and just relax. He had to take care of him, not the other way around.

“One day.” Jisung hummed as soon as he pulled off to breathe. He was entirely unbothered by Minho’s protest, not seeing the nervousness in the older man’s expression. He wasn’t all that serious about getting Minho to bottom for him but if he decided he wanted to, he knew he could. He always got his way in the end.

Minho responded only with a scoff as he released Jisung’s wrist, melting back into the pillows when the younger relented. The hand on his dick forced away every thought that wasn’t about Jisung or what he was doing and his eyes closed once more. Again, Jisung used the opportunity to catch him by surprise and reached up to pinch his nipple as he suckled on the head of his cock.

Minho’s pathetic sound made his dick twitch and he groaned around the cock in his mouth, eyes rolling back. Part of him hated how hot this was because he feared he may never be this attracted to anyone else ever again.

His thoughts were disrupted by Minho’s hand tangling in his hair and shoving him down on his dick. They both moaned weakly as Minho guided Jisung’s head, body jerking each time his nipples were so much as grazed. He was somewhat disappointed when Jisung’s fingers left his chest but he was quickly pacified by the way his balls were fondled.

Minho felt the heat pooling in his belly begin to spread through his entire body as he got closer to the edge. His face and chest were flushed a pretty rose color as his pulse thrummed in his ears. He was so fucking close. He just needed…

“Jisung-” Minho groaned as he grabbed the younger man’s hand and pulled it back up his body. Jisung immediately understood and would’ve smirked if not for the dick in his mouth. Minho was cute when he was desperate.

However, he decided to be a tease. He pretended not to know what was being asked of him and raked his nails down Minho’s chest, watching with glee as the older man shuddered. “Don’t- ah- don’t do this…” Minho practically whined and Jisung felt his dick throb. “You know what I meant.”

“Do I?” He asked as soon as he pulled off. Okay, maybe he did want a little control. Who could blame him though? Minho was quiet, lethal. And currently, he was a fucking mess over a blow job.

“Jisung…” He frowned, annoyed at the way he was being toyed with.

“What?” He feigned innocence, fingertips tracing random shapes on Minho’s side.

“You know what I want.”

“Mm I do.” He hummed with a smug grin. “But I wanna hear you say it.”

“Don’t make me beg you, Jisung, I already have to suck up to you at work.”

He seemed close to throwing a tantrum and Jisung huffed in amusement. He finally knew how to get under Minho’s skin. Minho, the only man who could tame Jisung’s brattiness, wanted instant gratification and hated begging. Jisung wasn’t the only selfish one.

“You know, I didn't intend to make you beg, I was just having fun messing with you. But now that you’ve given me the idea, I think I wanna hear you beg for me.” Who knows if I’ll be in any position of power like this again? Gotta milk this while I can. He added mentally.

Everything was silent for a moment and when Minho didn’t immediately give in, Jisung swallowed his disappointment and hurriedly wrapped his lips back around the gorgeous cock before him. At least he’d still gotten to blow him and would finally know what he tasted like. But his hands still didn’t move and Minho’s resolve crumbled quickly.

Okay, just this once…

“Jisung, please…” his voice was almost undetectable but Jisung managed to pick up on it and worked a little faster. “I’m so fucking close, I just need-” he cut himself off and tugged at Jisung’s hands again, disappointment painted on his face when he still didn’t get what he wanted. “I need you to do it again, Jisung. Please. It’s not the same if I do it myself. It feels fucking amazing when you do it and I’m gonna cum if you do it again.” He hated begging but he needed the stimulation.

Jisung was frozen in place, pupils blown wide with lust as he looked up at Minho’s humiliated expression. He’d spent months trying to get Minho to say a nice word to him and now he was begging for mercy. “Was that so hard?” He teased as he reached up and twisted both of Minho's nipples, earning a glare despite the obvious pleasure showing on his face.

“Shut up…” he mumbled before another yelp was pulled from him when Jisung pinched him again, lips ghosting over the tip of his dick. “Oh fuck- keep doing that, oh my god, I’m so fucking close.” The begging was effortless and shameless this time, though he knew he’d regret it later.

Finally satisfied with Minho’s response, Jisung pressed his tongue into the slit before looking up at him. “Cum for me. I just know you’re gonna look so pretty…”

Humiliated by Jisung’s words but too close to ecstasy to argue, Minho complied. He let go, arching into Jisung’s touch as he came undone. White hot pleasure flooded his body, like lava in his veins as his entire body jerked with the force of his orgasm.

Jisung was quick to catch everything in his mouth, moaning loudly at the taste. He continued to toy with Minho’s nipples and give his full attention to the pulsing cock in his mouth until the older man had to push him away as he quickly became overstimulated. Jisung reluctantly released the man beneath him and got up on his knees, opening his mouth to show that he’d swallowed everything.

Minho lay panting as Jisung forced his way into his arms and they both spoke at the same time.

“That was so fucking hot. You’re so fucking hot.”

“If you play with me like that again, I’m ruining you.”

Minho could take neither the teasing nor the praise Jisung seemed so eager to dole out. Jisung was thrilled to have gotten under his skin. Neither of them wanted to let this go, but for very different reasons.

Jisung was surprised at the hostility he sensed and froze just as Minho wrapped his arms around him. “I’m so sorry. I got carried away. You were clearly flustered the entire time and then I lost all common sense and kept pushing until you begged.”

“Shut up.”

“No, I want to apologize. I was doing too much. I mean, you never so much as hinted at wanting me to finger fuck you and I was about to. I was entirely dazed and let myself lose control.”

“Oh my god, Jisung, stop talking. Just give me a minute to think.” Minho squeezed his arms around Jisung to emphasize his point as he regained clarity.

Jisung went quiet and watched Minho’s face as he processed what had just happened. He was starting to feel guilty. He was used to being coaxed into begging, being forced to submit in every way imaginable. He doubted Minho had ever submitted once in his life. His personality was just so dominant and he was clearly well-versed in taming brats like Jisung.

“I have never experienced anything like that.” Jisung felt his fears being confirmed and averted his gaze but listened, bracing himself for the chastisement. “It was humiliating to be put in that role by you of all people.” His heart sank further and he prepared to back away, hands already pressing on Minho's chest. “I’ve bottomed plenty of times, though never for someone I’ve previously topped, and I’ve never had such a mind-blowing orgasm.” Wait. Pause. He wasn’t mad? “Consider this your warning: if you try to make that a regular thing, I will make you pay.” Oh. Maybe he was… “But right now I’m gonna fuck you because holy shit, babe.” He finished, groaning as he buried his face in Jisung’s neck and took a deep breath of his scent.

“You’re…not mad?” He asked quietly, already tipping his head back to bare his throat to the older.

“I’m too fucking horny to be mad right now.” The way his voice dipped made Jisung’s dick twitch back to life. The fear of having fucked up had killed his boner but all it took was one soft bite below his earlobe and his raging hard-on was back. “I’m still gonna make a mess of you but don’t think too hard about it. It’s not a punishment. I’m just fucked up right now, baby.”

He simply nodded in response and let Minho flip them over, sighing when his back hit the sheets. He was still naked from the night before so their dicks rubbed deliciously against each other while Minho attacked his neck and he couldn’t stifle a moan. Seeing his reaction to the simple touch, Minho reached between them and took both of their cocks in one hand, slowly stroking them together as he sucked a mark into Jisung’s shoulder. He was dumbfounded by how hard he still was after how hard he came but he certainly wasn’t mad about it.

Another soft moan tumbled from Jisung’s lips and Minho pulled back to look down at him, rolling his hips for more friction. Jisung’s eyes were already closed, his lips parted as his breathing grew ragged. Minho hadn’t taken the time to fully appreciate him last night, having only wanted to force him into submission and fuck the attitude right out of him. Now that he was looking at him… “You’re so pretty, baby…” he whispered, watching as Jisung’s cheeks flushed pink.

The younger man opened his eyes and pouted adorably at the compliment. “Shut up.” He whined and Minho laughed.

“Oh come on, we both know you thrive on praise just like you lose your damn mind over being degraded.” He rolled his eyes and Jisung froze. He wasn’t sure how to act now. Last night, Minho had absolutely wrecked him, broken him down in a matter of minutes, but now he was seeing an entirely different side of him and was confused. “Take the compliment so we can move on.”

Jisung nodded slowly, cautiously, and frowned as Minho released their cocks. He was on the verge of protest when Minho pressed their lips together in a surprisingly gentle kiss and allowed his hands to ghost up Jisung’s sides. He gasped against Minho's lips, hands flying to his shoulders.

He eagerly parted his lips when he felt Minho's tongue seeking entrance, one hand sliding to tangle in the older man’s silky tresses. Minho’s hands wandered as his tongue explored Jisung’s mouth, catching a taste of himself just before he retreated. He wanted to make out but there was a more pressing issue to attend to.

Jisung frowned when Minho pulled away but his disappointment was quickly replaced with a dizzying wave of desire as kisses were trailed down his body. His dick was already leaking at the thought of what could happen next and he shuddered when he felt soft kisses pressed to his hips. Minho’s next statement made his whole body threaten to shut down.

“I’ve wanted to do this since the first time I saw your picture. Wanted to suck your dick, eat you out if you’d let me. God, I could do that for hours…”

Jisung shuddered at Minho’s words and the way his warm breath fanned across his dick. He desperately wanted that. But he knew they were running out of time. “Next time.” He moaned breathily. “When we don’t have anywhere to be, you can take as long as you want with me.” He assured him, nodding enthusiastically. He wished they could afford to do it right then but he knew better.

“Already planning to spend the night with me again?” Minho teased, half expecting Jisung to clam up at the realization that he’d been caught making plans.

“Is that an invitation? Cause I’ll show up if you’re serious.” Jisung lifted his head, looking down just in time to see Minho licking his lips. Their gazes met and Jisung stifled a gasp at the intensity he saw in Minho's eyes.

“You better take your ass home and pack a bag after work because you won’t be leaving until Monday morning if you intend to show up at my door tonight.” He only broke eye contact to duck his head, lips pressing briefly to the tip of Jisung’s cock. “I’ll take my time going down on you and eating your sweet ass. Make you cum so many times you black out. You won’t be able to leave the bed even if you want to because your legs won’t work.”

Holy shit… His whole body lit up as he let out a weak moan, the tantalizing burn of arousal tingling through every inch of him. The thought alone made his eyes roll back and his toes curl. I’ll eat your ass too, if you let me.

“What’s that, baby?”

“Hmm?” Jisung was entirely dazed, imagining how their weekend would go, and hadn’t realized he’d spoken his thoughts.

“You said something.”

“Oh.” His cheeks flushed red as he came back to reality, no longer entirely dazed due to his own mortification. Had he really said that out loud? “It’s not important.”

“Tell me.” Minho’s voice was sultry as he coaxed the younger man, lips ghosting over Jisung’s hips while one hand slowly worked his cock.

“But-”

“Please?” Jisung whimpered at Minho’s pleading expression, suddenly hating that he’d managed to get Minho to beg earlier because now he was weaponizing it.

“I-I said I’d do the same if you’d let me…” He mumbled, cheeks blazing. He looked anywhere but at the man between his legs, worried he’d be upset after warning Jisung against toying with him.

Minho could only laugh, pressing his lips to Jisung’s thigh after a moment. “You’re persistent. Do you really wanna top me that bad?”

“Yes- I mean no…I dunno, maybe?” He whined, wiggling under Minho's touch. “It's hard to think when you’re playing with my dick.” He huffed.

“Should I stop?”

“No!” He hated how panicked he sounded.

“That’s what I thought.” Minho chuckled and nipped at his thigh, earning a whimper. “We can finish that conversation tonight. Right now, I need to…” his voice trailed off and he licked up the vein that ran along the underside of Jisung’s dick.

“Yes. Yes, you do- oh my god.” Jisung let his head fall back into the pillows and tangled a hand in Minho's hair as he wrapped his lips around the head. He tugged gently at the silky locks, trying to guide Minho to take more of him, but didn’t force it when he felt resistance.

Minho’s approach was to focus on the tip while his hands worked the rest. He couldn’t throat dick as well as Jisung. He knew he actually had a gag reflex, even if only a mild one, so he opted to take a more teasing approach.

He sucked hard and Jisung made a pathetic noise, back arching slightly. Satisfied with the reaction, he pulled off to kiss and suck along the side instead. The barely-audible whine of protest had him digging his thumb into the slit in an attempt to quell Jisung’s neediness.

Jisung’s hips jerked back in response in a feeble attempt to keep his composure. A small yelp tumbled from his lips, morphing into a moan when Minho sucked on his balls. A knot settled in the pit of his belly and he knew he wouldn’t last long, especially if Minho was about to do what he thought.

He allowed his legs to be pushed up, quickly hooking them over the older man’s shoulders when prompted, and felt as if he was sinking further into the bed upon feeling Minho’s tongue flatten against his hole. “Please…” He let out a reedy moan, tugging at Minho's hair as he tried his damndest to hold still. He felt nails biting into his skin as his ass was squeezed with one hand and his dick throbbed in Minho's grasp.

Each pass of Minho’s tongue made his body more tense as he fought to remain composed. It was damn near impossible with the onslaught of pleasure. After what felt like eternity but could only have been a couple minutes, he felt Minho pull back a bit. He whined but was quickly pacified when he felt a long finger pressing into him.

The older man seemed frenzied as he worked Jisung open, the lewd sounds of Minho sucking one of the prettiest dicks he’d ever seen filling the room and making them both hotter. He wanted to slow down but he was entranced, hellbent on making the younger cum before he actually fucked him.

Jisung’s breathing was labored as Minho sucked harshly on the tip while pumping two fingers inside him, occasionally curling them to brush against his prostate. He was embarrassingly close to letting go despite Minho barely doing anything. It had been less than five minutes and his legs were already shaking. So he declared that.

“Oh fuck- ‘m so close-” he cried, pulling at Minho’s hair while his free hand bunched up the sheets.

Minho pulled off for a moment, curling his fingers to make up for the absence of his mouth, and took in Jisung’s expression. His eyes were squeezed shut, his brows drawn down, and his pillowy lips hung open in a small “o” shape. “Then cum for me, baby.” He urged, his voice strained.

Jisung needed no further convincing and the second Minho's lips were back around the head of his cock, his back arched off the bed before his entire body jerked as the band in his belly finally snapped. The sounds he let out were worthy of being recorded and shared with the world. His dick throbbed as ropes of hot cum filled Minho’s mouth and he made a pathetic noise at the thought of Minho swallowing everything.

Minho did just that, groaning at the taste as he drained every last drop from Jisung. As Jisung came down from his high, Minho peppered kisses along his hips, earning soft gasps every few seconds. There was that urge not to leave the bed again…

Finally, he pulled back. Jisung whimpered in dismay at the loss of contact, his bleary eyes opening slowly. He wanted more. He watched as the older man started to get up and frowned. “Minho-”

“Wait.” His voice was soft as he delivered the simple command and Jisung’s mouth instantly snapped shut. His eyes followed Minho as he crawled to the edge of the bed and plucked the bottle of lube from where it had been dropped on the floor the previous night.

Jisung felt a rush of arousal at the sight of the bottle and his teeth began to weather his bottom lip in anticipation as memories flooded his mind. He wanted nothing more than to be filled. He could feel the ghost of Minho's touch as he recalled the events of the night before and he found himself fighting the urge to drag Minho back on top of him.

Minho was quick to settle on his knees between Jisung’s legs, uncapping the bottle and squeezing a ridiculous amount into his palm. “You’re a menace, Han Jisung.” He groaned as he spread the lube all over his dick. Jisung pouted at that but didn’t get a chance to ask why Minho was being mean again. “I came six times last night, I shouldn’t be so worked up.”

Jisung’s disappointment quickly shifted to pride and he couldn’t stifle the soft laugh that slipped out. “I’m a menace? Maybe you’re just desperate.” He quipped, expecting a retort full of fake venom. That’s not what he got though.

“Oh I definitely am. I’ve wanted a piece of you since before we actually met.” He admitted as he squeezed a little more lube onto his fingers and pressed them against Jisung’s entrance, massaging. Jisung’s eyes widened briefly before they rolled back and he let out a withering moan. Minho smirked, satisfied with the reaction. As soon as the words left his mouth, he’d been worried that Jisung would hold it over him. Instead, the younger man simply keened.

While Jisung was distracted, Minho took the opportunity to press the head of his thick cock to his hole. Eyes that had slipped shut were suddenly wide open and full of want. Seeing just how desperate Jisung was becoming, Minho refrained from pushing in and leaned down instead. His messy hand wrapped around Jisung’s dick as their lips met, eating up the frustrated noise the younger let out.

“Minho…” he moaned into the kiss, hands naturally coming to rest on Minho’s shoulders. The slide of their lips lit a fire under his skin and his toes curled. He tried to wiggle his way onto Minho's cock and made a distressed noise when he couldn’t. “Put it in. Please?” He whined, pulling back to make eye contact.

What he saw made his heart race. Minho looked at him with wonder and admiration, so many unspoken praises behind his eyes. He looked at Jisung as if he’d hung the stars in the sky. At least, that’s what Jisung interpreted it as.

“You’re cute when you’re desperate.” He teased, no malice present in his tone. His voice sounded sweet, like honey.

“Please…” Jisung whispered, something catching in his throat and rendering him incapable of uttering anything more. Maybe he was delusional, maybe it was just the sex, but he swore he saw affection somewhere in that gaze.

“Adorable.” A lazy smile spread across Minho’s lips as he brought them to meet Jisung’s once more and guided his length into the younger man. They ate up each other’s sounds, their kisses already drunk and sloppy.

Minho was big and filled Jisung perfectly. Jisung decided on the spot that this was a sign from the universe that they were meant for each other. Who else could make him feel like this? He’d certainly never encountered anyone as perfect as Minho.

Minho began to trail his lips along Jisung’s jaw, burying his face in his neck and taking a deep breath. He felt Jisung clench involuntarily and smirked at the gasp he let out. His tongue darted out, flattening over Jisung’s pulse point, and he groaned at the taste of his sweat. “Every inch of you tastes like heaven, baby…” he whispered in his ear, lips ghosting over his earlobe.

Jisung shuddered at that, Minho’s words and the way he teased his ear sending a fresh wave of arousal crashing down over his body. He couldn’t form a coherent thought, let alone string together a sentence. Minho had hit the nail on the head when he said Jisung thrived on praise.

The younger man rocked his hips, desperate for friction. Minho hadn’t moved an inch since he bottomed out and it was driving him insane. “Plea- ah..!” His begging morphed into a pathetic moan as Minho drove him up the bed with a single thrust.

He set a rhythmic pace, going slow so that Jisung could feel every inch of him. It was torture but he loved it. He wanted this to last a while before they had to leave the bed and pretend none of this ever happened in front of his associates.

Jisung’s nails dug into his back and he let out a low groan before attacking his neck with bites and kisses. “You’re driving me fucking insane.” He all but growled, grunting as their hips met with each thrust. “You take me so well, baby. How the fuck am I supposed to act normal at work when I know how good you feel?”

Jisung could only let out a strangled moan as his cock twitched at the dirty talk. His mouth hung open, letting out tiny sounds right beside Minho’s ear each time the headboard met the wall. The neighbors were gonna be sick of him by Monday if they weren’t already…

After a particularly hard thrust, Jisung pressed a palm against the headboard to brace himself while the other continued to claw at Minho’s back. He could feel the knot in his belly getting tighter but he forced it away, wanting to hold on as long as possible. Hands guided his legs around Minho’s waist and he instantly locked his ankles as he attempted to pull him in deeper. “Fuck- it’s so good-” he slurred, head tipping further back when he felt lips on his throat.

“Yeah? You like it, baby?” Jisung’s weak moan was answer enough and Minho fought the urge to leave a mark on his golden skin, not wanting to have to watch him try to explain it later. Instead, he licked over each kiss and let out a guttural noise each time.

His own orgasm was drawing closer but he didn’t want to finish early and have to get Jisung off another way so he paused and pulled back just enough to see the younger man’s flushed face. His expression was that of pure bliss and it made Minho’s cock twitch as need burned through his body. “Stunning…” he whispered before catching Jisung’s lips in a sweet kiss, a strong arm wrapping around him and pulling him impossibly closer.

The praise was intoxicating. He’d been called pretty plenty of times, had men falling at his feet to tell him how beautiful he was, but it was different coming from Minho. More gratifying. Add that to the way their tongues danced, exploring and taking every opportunity to taste as much of each other as possible, and he was on cloud nine. He’d have the worst time trying to focus later…

When they finally parted for air, Jisung rocked his hips. “Please keep going…” he whispered, finally peeking out with half-lidded eyes to see Minho staring intensely at him once more. “I need it.” He added and watched as the older man caved.

Minho captured Jisung’s lips once more as he resumed his previous actions and greedily drank up the series of moans and whimpers that followed. He worked a bit faster now, almost frenzied as he tried to finish them both off. His head was spinning and his pulse was racing as his orgasm drew closer. He was so fucking close…

“O-oh! There! Just like that! Oh my god ‘m gonna cum-” Jisung’s cries only pushed him closer to the edge and he nodded as he buried his face in his neck.

“That’s right, baby, let go. Cum for me, angel.” Minho’s coaching was the last straw for Jisung and he let out a wail as a blistering orgasm wracked his body. His body shuddered with each shockwave of pleasure, nails biting into Minho’s back. He let out a symphony of sounds, each one prettier than the last, and Minho knew immediately that he would become addicted to this.

Even in the midst of his orgasm, Jisung thought of Minho. He knew the older man was right on the edge and he wanted to get him there faster. He wanted to help him finish. Mostly, though, he wanted to be filled with cum.

He was subtle with his motions and Minho thought he was simply clinging to him but his intentions became obvious when he felt both hands on his chest. “Ji…” he whispered, lips already parting in a silent moan despite his best efforts.

His hips stuttered and his thrusts grew sloppy when Jisung began toying with his nipples like before. He muttered something about Jisung being a tease and finally sank his teeth into his shoulder as the knot in his belly unraveled. He bit and sucked on the sweat-slick skin there, dead set on leaving another mark.

A particularly rough twist made him cry out against Jisung’s skin as he emptied himself. His whole body was on fire as he came and began to slow down. Jisung let out a soft whine at the sensation of Minho’s cum inside him and immediately slipped his arms around his neck while his legs pulled him in deeper, holding onto him for dear life.

Minho's hot breath on his skin made him even more reluctant to let go of him, so he didn’t. He held him in place as they gasped for air, stars dancing behind their eyes. Finally, Jisung broke the silence.

“I don’t wanna go to work.” He groaned in annoyance as he reluctantly loosened his grip on Minho.

Minho didn’t answer right away, too preoccupied with littering lazy kisses along Jisung’s collarbone and jaw as he whispered more praises. When he did respond, however, it was exactly what Jisung anticipated. “Unfortunately, we have to.” He glanced at the clock and sighed. “We have less than an hour to get ready. We should shower so we aren’t late.” He groaned, reflecting Jisung’s annoyance.

“I guess.” He sighed but made no move to push Minho off him. “I’m gonna be thinking about this all day.”

“Me too.” Minho grinned and kissed him briefly, rocking his hips teasingly and swallowing the moan he earned. “Come on. We’ve got all weekend to do this.” He whispered finally, lips never parting from Jisung’s until he began to force himself out of bed.

The weekend couldn’t get here fast enough…

[sundrop-writes]

Dreaming Of You

Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader

Part One: The Psychic and The Tiger

Summary:

You and Gar have been best friends for a long time. Nothing could disrupt the harmony of such a perfect friendship.

Nothing except maybe... your usually predictable powers going haywire and somehow showing you all of his heated daydreams about you. But he couldn't possibly have romantic feelings for you. He couldn't possibly want anything more than your close platonic friendship and the occasional steamy fantasy. Right?

Gar Logan x Fem!Mute!Powered!Reader. Best Friends to Lovers. Smut and (Slight) Angst. Set during Season 2.

Word Count: 13,100

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THIS IS A RE-POST. This is a fic from my old blog (a blog that was shadowbanned, forcing me to move). This fic is not stolen, it is completely mine, and I am just re-posting it to help people find my new blog, and to make my masterlist complete when I post new fics for this fandom.

Detailed warnings and author's notes below the cut.

Warnings: some emotional angst (on the basis of mutual angst but they’re both deep in denial), accidental invasion of someone’s privacy (by accidentally reading their mind), some light canon violence (practice sparring/practice fighting), the reader character is disabled - the reader character is 100% mute, the reader character suffered with tumors that were partially cured by Doctor Caulder’s serum, the reader character suffers from migraines and seizures due to remaining brain tumors, the reader character has the ability to read minds, the reader character uses ASL because she is mute, mentions of the reader character having insomnia/difficulty sleeping, mentions of Rachel having a one-sided crush on Gar, the reader is described to exercise a lot and be physically fit but I don’t allot that to a certain body type (I am not excluding her from being fat when I write this), in a lot of passages - the reader is implied to be fat actually, mentions of the reader masturbating, a wholesome family game night that doesn’t really belong in a smut fic lmao, somewhat graphic descriptions of vomit (from illness) (it only occurs in one short section of the fic), passing mentions of disordered eating - but not due to poor body image or mental illness more in the form of restrictions on ‘junk food’ and not eating properly at meal times, dream sequences involving sex - hair-pulling, groping, biting, making out, (implied) shower sex, dirty talk, praise kink, penis in vagina sex (unprotected), mind fucking (but not in the way that you think - sharing sex with someone while having a sexual connection). All of the smut/sex in this chapter is of the day dream variety, but it is still described in graphic/detailed ways. I believe that is everything. 

A/N: I find it so ironic that this was freshly reposted on my other blog when I got shadowbanned. So let's try this again, shall we? At least this is beautifully edited and updated for your eyes. I think this is literally the perfect version of this fic with the new additional scenes. So if this is your first time reading it, please enjoy, and if you have read it before, I hope you can enjoy it again. And because I am back in my Titans era again - definitely stick around for more of my Gar bullshit. I love him with my whole heart, and there will definitely be more Gar stuff from me.

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Mind reading is most definitely not what people think it is. 

It’s not at all how movies portray it to be. And it’s definitely not how you imagine it to be when you think about having the ability to access someone’s private thoughts. 

To this day, you still remembered when Gar showed you the British television show Misfits, and you couldn’t help but laugh at the way the character’s mind reading power was portrayed. 

To most of Hollywood, it’s as if a person’s thoughts were a simple string of words laid out in their head, a simple script being read in their voice. As if you can accidentally overhear someone thinking about a certain topic, like one overhears a conversation. 

In reality, it was vastly different for you. 

There was no easy way to explain it, to describe the way it felt to enter the complex vastness of the human mind, but you often tried to put it into words. For one, you were thankful that it took you concentration and intent to use your powers. You never accidentally overheard someone’s thoughts the way a person can hear voices or loud music, or a television in the next room. It kept you from a lot of awkward situations. And most importantly to you, it kept you from barreling into a person’s most private space - the sacred stronghold of their mind - unless it was deemed completely necessary. 

From what you had realized, it required you making eye contact with the person in order for you to enter someone’s mind. 

“Ah yes. The eyes are the window to the soul, after all.” Doctor Caulder had remarked when he had discovered this about your powers. 

Ironic. Thematic, actually, considering that his serum had cured you of a physical blindness. One caused by a brain tumor that any doctor was too afraid to operate on in order to remove. Doctor Caulder liked to credit himself and his serum with giving you the gift of ‘a greater sight’, one that allowed you to peer deep inside others. A gift that he said allowed you to help people. 

To you, though, more often than not, it just felt like invading people’s privacy. And that was something you definitely didn’t enjoy - whether it was ‘helping’ people or not. 

Something you had learned during the minimal amount of time you had used your powers: people can be divided into two types of thinkers. That you found out very quickly. 

The first type are people whose thoughts come in the form of rich, visual landscapes. People who show off their thoughts almost purely with visuals, imagining things that might happen, remembering things that already have in vivid detail. Those people are typically the easiest to navigate, in your experience - but their memories can be the most painful and vivid if you go too deep. 

The second type are people whose thoughts come more in the form of narration - a voice inside their head speaking about their intentions or the information pumping through their mind. 

Although, unlike what most people would think, that voice is not usually their own. 

Most times it is the voice of a mentor or parent, someone who guided and built their thoughts from childhood, someone whose voice sounds firm and thoughtful in their mind. Or sometimes it could even be the voice of a TV character or a radio host, because listening to that piece of media so often caused that voice to clone in their mind and become stuck there accidentally. 

Entering the mind of someone like this can be tricky - their thoughts are difficult to navigate, because they are hard to grasp and become tangible. 

Occasionally you come across someone with a more unique mental landscape, someone in emotional turmoil or someone who simply never had a linear train of thought to begin with. Entering the mind of someone like this is more like a thousand screaming voices and flashing lights, all at once. Incredibly difficult to decipher, a sensory overload to take in.  

But those are only surface level thoughts. Your powers gave you the ability to dive deep into the cave of someone’s mind, to explore the winding halls of their memories, their subconscious. To feel their emotions, to help them work through their traumas, their pain. If they allowed you to delve that deep. Only if they invited you in. 

More often than not, you simply preferred to stay the hell out of other people’s minds. To simply give them the privacy they were owed. 

Which is why when it happened - when your powers started slipping out of your control on that stupid fucking day - you hated it more than you could be proud of it. Even if the information you discovered cemented a dream into reality that you’d been having since the day you met Garfield Logan. 

It had been a Saturday morning like any other. 

Well, one as routine as to be expected when living the Titans lifestyle. 

Moving into the Tower was actually nice to attempt to put down roots considering what you had been through over the past year or so. When you originally uprooted your life in Covington, Ohio to follow Gar, you certainly hadn’t expected the wild path he would lead you on. A path that would lead to you getting kidnapped by a doomsday cult and tortured, being lured to a house in the middle of nowhere and mentally tortured some more. All in all leaving that house with absolutely no sense of direction in your life, mentally scarred and broken. 

But you never blamed Gar for getting you into trouble. In fact, you were glad to be there to support him through everything that had happened. 

Gar was your best friend, your person, and you would have followed him anywhere. 

So naturally when he moved into the newly reopened Titans Tower, so did you. Dick didn’t fully understand the extent of your abilities, because in order to show people, you had to violate their privacy, and it wasn’t always something you were keen on doing. He simply trusted Gar at his word that you were more than capable of becoming a Titan. 

That blind faith Dick had put in you, backed by Gar’s word, that heavily motivated you to train hard in all other areas to ensure that Dick knew Gar could be trusted. To pull through on that promise and show your worth. 

That’s why you were up so early that morning. You liked to get a head start on things. You liked to be up before everyone else to prove that you were working hard on your training, working hard on studying the things that Dick wanted you to know. 

At least, those were the excuses you had prepared if anyone asked. Or the things you told yourself to escape the reality of it - to say that you were using your time wisely these days. 

Truthfully, you were never very good with sleeping. 

Between your chronic headaches, pain that left intense aches down your neck and spine, and the awful nausea that it plagued you with, and the strange dreams that your powers seemed to be paired with, you didn’t often get much sleep. 

You were still figuring out how your incredibly strange dreams coincided with your ability to breach other people’s private thoughts. But you guessed that it was simply part of that whole ‘greater sight’ thing. Especially considering that those dreams seemed to depict the future in some way. 

You often found your sleep disrupted by these dreams - visions of death or violence or even strange faces you had never seen before. And more often than not, you decided to pursue more productive activities than tossing and turning in your sheets until your alarm rang. 

Strangely enough, one of the very first dreams you’d had after being injected with the serum had been a strange setting where you were garbed in a giant, poofy white wedding dress, getting married to a large green tiger who wore a black bowtie among his bright green fur. At the time, you had genuinely convinced yourself that it was just a strange fever dream caused by the serum. Up until you’d met Gar, and something in the pit of your stomach told you that he was the green tiger in question. 

But you had never told anyone about that dream, and probably never would.

It’s something that was very far from your mind as you enjoyed breakfast early that morning. 

Dick usually let everyone ‘sleep in’ on Saturdays - as much as Jason complained that sleeping until eight was not a luxury, he and the others usually still took advantage of it. But you were up long before sunrise on that day. 

You were sitting at the kitchen island, absentmindedly snacking on some dry cereal with your journal open in front of you. You were sketching a picture of something you had seen in one of your dreams. A girl with waves of silver hair and eyepatch that you didn’t recognize, but had a gut feeling was important somehow. You glanced up at the sound of footsteps coming into the room, and found yourself surprised but happy to see that it was Gar. 

He was clearly still half asleep, his eyes barely open. He wore plaid pajama pants and a green pullover hoodie, hair still adorably messy and uncombed. He looked so utterly soft and cuddly, something that made those undeniable butterflies stir in the pit of your stomach. 

When you looked over at the clock attached to the stove, it was barely five-thirty in the morning. The sun was just kissing the sky orange to your right, casting a warm orange glow across the entire room through the many tall windows. You were almost shocked that anything other than Dick’s fist hammering on Gar’s door had gotten him out of bed this early. 

“Morning.” He grunted at you as he tiredly stumbled toward the fridge. He opened it with haste and grabbed the carton of orange juice. 

Of course. He wanted a snack. 

He uncapped it and gulped it with enthusiasm, not bothering to get a glass or even close the refrigerator door. The sharp light of the halogen bulbs and the cool air pouring from the appliance almost hurt you, your overly sensitive eyes and skin picking up on the sensations more potently in the soft morning light of the room. 

Gar turned around, the carton still poised to his lips. He took large swigs that made his Adam’s apple bob in his throat, and he kicked the fridge door shut behind him as he finally put the carton down on the counter, exhaling a large, nasty burp. He looked at you with a sleepy smile, almost making you mad with how cute he could be after doing something like that. 

You were about to comment on the disgusting nature of his habits when something strange happened - something that had never happened to you before. 

You locked eyes with him, and with absolutely no intention or purpose on your part, you were struck with a flood of his thoughts. A vision, a vivid painting brought to life by his imagination. 

It was a distinct, full picture of the two of you. 

He had you pressed against the kitchen island, his hands commanding and warm on your hips, like they belonged there. His body was firm against yours, tightly pressed against you as if trying to spite the clothes you wore - and his lips were on yours in a demanding kiss. It was entirely passionate, downright hungry. He left gentle nips on your bottom lip as you ran your hands through his sleep mussed hair, your gentle tug on it forcing a moan from his throat, his tongue pressing into- 

A gentle gasp coiled in the back of your throat as you were shocked back to reality, finally able to force yourself out of his mind. 

You had no idea how the accidental violation had even occurred in the first place, but to stay there and indulge in it would only be continuing to do him a great injustice. When you dared to let your eyes flicker back to his face, he was staring at you with a strange look - his brow slightly furrowed, worry dancing across his mouth. Clearly he wanted to ask you what was wrong. You hadn’t greeted him or said ‘good morning’ in any sort of fashion yet, and now you were just sitting there, frozen on your stool, every inch of your body tight as ice at what you had just seen. 

“Did you want some?” He asked, picking up the orange juice carton and holding it out to you. 

It was adorably ignorant of him - to think the strange look that had struck your face was over some dispute about orange juice. That you were annoyed because he wasn’t sharing well enough. You simply shook your head in the negative and began gathering your things as quickly as possible, trapping your pencil between the pages of your notebook as you scrambled to get out of his sight. 

You needed time to think. 

You had no idea what the hell had just happened, but you sure wanted to avoid him until you could figure it out. Until you could get it under control. You raised your hand and signed something about showering to him. But your movements were quick and sloppy and you didn’t look at him for confirmation that he understood before you barreled out of the room. You were too eager to hide in your bedroom until you were absolutely forced to see him again. 

… 

It’s not like you hadn’t thought about it before. 

You had thought about it a lot, actually. 

But he had been far too good a friend for you to ever risk losing that friendship over your stupid lust - over some stupid schoolgirl crush that you were sure would go away. And the whole uprooting your life and having a demon from another dimension invade your mind and show you the darkest parts of yourself thing definitely made you put your crush for Gar on the back burner. 

It’s not like you were blind to how entirely perfect Gar was. He was handsome, he was cute - so entirely adorable in his boyish looks and his sweet smile. So cute and excitable, with the way he could be bashful, yet confident at the same time when spurting out random facts about video games or going on and on about seemingly any subject that excited him. And you quickly realized that he had more than boyish charms the first time you had seen him shirtless - accidentally caught him changing when living together at Caulder House - and you saw his gorgeous physique on display. 

You had been smitten with Gar since the very first moment you had met him, actually.

Back then your crush was something that should have been glaringly obvious to him. You could barely maintain eye contact with him within the first few days of knowing him, you were always so flustered around him. That, on top of the playful teasing of your housemates, wondering when the two of you were finally going to admit that unspoken thing you had going on. 

But when the two of you left Caulder House and set out to explore the world - it had remained unspoken. 

If Gar had known about your crush on him, it had never affected the way he treated you. Your friendship grew so strong so quickly, and you never wanted to lose that. You never wanted to lose him. So you settled for platonic couch cuddles and late night multiplayer and him letting you sleep in his bed whenever you got a bad migraine. 

And then Rachel came along. And you saw the way he looked at her, the way she looked at him. And even though you thought you had probably lost any chance of ever being with him the way you had dreamed of - you still packed your bag and squeezed into the back of Dick’s Porsche with him when he begged for you to come. 

Naturally, you were spinning at the revelation that apparently, he had thought of you the same way you thought of him. You almost wanted to convince yourself that it had been a mistake. That it had just been a fantasy you had cooked up inside your own mind. It’s not like you didn’t have many, many fantasies about Gar running around in there. 

But no. You knew distinctly what it felt like to use your powers. Being inside the private cave of someone else’s mind - even touching the surface of its depths is a unique experience. And doing it by mistake feels no different than doing it on purpose. 

You had no clue what had caused your powers to go off by mistake, but you definitely knew the feeling of using them. 

Those were most definitely Gar’s thoughts that had invaded your mind. Gar’s thoughts about kissing you, handling you with such intense passion. Your skin startled to crawl with a unique heat as you remembered the vision so vividly. You heaved a great sigh as you flung yourself backward onto your bed. You gazed over at the clock. It was almost time for training. You wouldn’t be able to hide from Gar for much longer. 

…  

You were just glad that training that day consisted of blindfolded sparring. 

Dick seemed very surprised when you volunteered to go first after he introduced the unorthodox exercise. But to you, it was a simple logic that had you eagerly chopping at the bit to get a piece of cloth covering your eyes. If you were blindfolded, there was no chance of you catching Gar’s eye. Or anyone’s for that matter. 

You had no idea if your powers were simply spinning out of control, or if it was an unintentional emotional reaction triggered by Gar’s presence. You weren’t quite sure which was worse. If it was a case of your powers going rogue, growing stronger somehow, then perhaps you’d have to start wearing a blindfold all the time. 

If it was specifically something with Gar, then… maybe that was worse. It probably signaled something deeper with you. Your feelings for him clawing at your unconscious, begging to be spilled to the open air. Which you really weren’t eager to let happen anytime soon. 

You were almost relieved when Dick paired you off with Jason, saying that your skill set ‘complimented’ his. He explained that he wanted the two of you to try the blindfolding exercise together while he quizzed Gar and Rachel on logic puzzles in the other room. At least Gar would be required to be away from you for a while, and you’d have a very slim chance of catching Jason’s eyes. You didn’t want to know what kind of things he was thinking, what secrets he had. Definitely not. 

As the two of you sparred, you were entirely unfocused, your thoughts swimming. 

Jason caught you off guard, and easily swept you off your feet completely as he struck you hard in the ankle with the wooden practice sword he was wielding. You grunted gently as you hit the floor, and rolled over on your back, defeated. You reluctantly removed the blindfold as you caught your breath, and saw him standing above you, offering you a hand to help you up. As you blinked against the sharp light meeting your eyes, you accidentally caught his gaze, making direct, certain eye contact with him.

Nothing out of the ordinary happened. You breathed a small sigh of relief. 

“You okay, Fancy Hands?” He asked, leaning down so his helping hand was closer to you. 

It was a nickname he had affectionately given you the first time he’d seen you use ASL when you had met - back at the safe house in Chicago. Back when Jason had used Dick’s tracker to find him and you all met the surprise second Robin for the first time. 

At the time, you had been surprised to find out that Jason actually knew quite a few signs because one of the kids he’d been in foster care with had been deaf. You had explained to him that your hearing was perfectly fine - your mutism was because of a surgery during your childhood that had removed a tumor from your throat and had left your vocal cords damaged. It was something that had occurred long before your life had become about powers, a green tiger, and one too many Robins to count. 

In the present, you were simply thankful that your powers didn’t seem to act up with him. 

In response to his question, you nodded, taking his hand. 

He helped you to your feet quickly, and you found your own practice sword where it had fallen. You then replaced your blindfold once again. Though it was slightly troubling to know that this sudden shift in your powers only seemed to be triggered by Gar - that knowledge did help you focus a bit more on the lesson. 

As you focused, you blocked two of Jason’s hits with your sword and landed a swift, sharp hit somewhere on him. 

“Ow!” He whined. “Take it easy, Fancy Hands, this is only supposed to be practice.” 

You giggled, smiling to yourself. 

… 

It had been a few days since then. 

And you had been strategically avoiding Gar. 

At least, avoiding him as much as you could without arousing major suspicion. It was a pretty large living space, and with only four other people in it, it was next to impossible to come up with excuses to avoid him entirely. He was your best friend, after all. If you just quit spending time with him entirely, that would cause him to ask way too many questions. And you definitely couldn’t give him the answers to any of those questions. 

You had made a hard agreement shortly after you had met him - you promised that you would never use your powers on him without his explicit permission unless it was some kind of emergency. A life or death situation. You both easily agree that his brain was his brain, and like every other person on the planet, it was his private sanctuary. He was entitled to that privacy. He deserved that much. Everyone did. That’s why you always tried to avoid using your powers at all costs. 

You didn’t want to explain to him that you had accidentally broken your promise - that you had seen some of his most private thoughts. On top of that, it was like a giant tease toward your feelings for him. Feelings you shouldn’t even have for your best friend. 

So in the meantime, while you were trying to figure out how to reign in your powers and stop from having another freak accident like the one in the kitchen, you stuck to what you considered ‘safe’ activities with Gar. Things the two of you could do together that would absolutely minimize eye contact between the two of you. 

Things like: studying Dick’s allotted mandatory reading material, where your eyes would be safely glued to the pages of a book. Playing video games with him, where your eyes would have to be on the screen. And you always made sure you sat next to him at the dinner table, where your eyes would be parallel to his, or stayed safely on your dinner plate. 

You had been doing just fine until another accident happened. 

Of course, it happened because of factors you hadn’t taken into account. 

You had been up late in the training room, something you did often. Because of your hesitance to use your powers, you liked to exercise often to be in peak physical condition in case fighting was ever necessary on your behalf. 

On top of that, you and Jason had somewhat of a silent rivalry going. You had kicked his ass quite a few times during training sessions, and though he would never say it, he liked how you kept him on his toes. So now you were always trying to quietly outdo the other. Something you were caught up in thinking about as you floated down the hallway toward the bathroom on light feet, your toiletry bag in hand, hoping Jason hadn’t beaten you to the shower. 

What you were not at all expecting, was to collide heavily with a half-naked, still wet from the shower Gar. With neither of you paying attention to where you were going, you smacked into each other at a fair speed, him waltzing out of the bathroom and straight into you. Your toiletry bag went flying, and with the zipper undone, your products scattered out across the floor. 

“Shit, oh my god, I’m sorry.” Gar quickly apologized, being the entirely sweet person that he was. 

You both leaned down in unison and began picking up the mess of bottles and other products. You forced yourself to keep your eyes steadily on the floor, not daring to look toward his face, no matter how much you missed his sweet smile and those big brown eyes looking back at you. You couldn’t risk it, not if you would make that unintentional invasion of his privacy once again. 

Gar’s chest twinged with sour notes as you avoided his gaze. Usually, you were always so pleased to be around him. He thought that he had done something wrong. Something grander that he had somehow failed to perceive. 

“I guess I better watch where I’m going, huh?” He chuckled, trying to make conversation with you. 

Truthfully, he just wanted a reaction out of you - he needed to see your smile like wilting plants needed rain. He worried that he wasn’t going to get it anytime soon. 

You kept your eyes glued to the floor, making it an exercise in self-discipline. 

Out of the corner of your eye, you could see his dripping wet leg and the edge of the fluffy, white towel he was wearing. You knew he was shirtless and it was far too tempting to look. 

When your hand went for the bottle of conditioner at the same time as his - you accidentally brushed over each other. You felt a unique heat creeping up your spine. Like magnets, like a plant growing toward the sun - like any natural reaction that self discipline can’t be stopped - your eyes flickered up and met with his. 

And once again, you became trapped in the depths of his dangerous gaze. 

You were sucked into his mind before you could stop it. In a millisecond, all of your senses became consumed by another vision of his imagining. 

You were surprised to find that it was a scene of you, alone. 

It was a way you had never viewed yourself before; getting the chance to see yourself through someone else’s eyes, even if it was only imaginary, was quite a strange sensation. 

The scene was an outside perspective of yourself showering, as if someone was staring at you through the clear glass door. You had to admit that it was positively erotic. The way the bubbles cascaded down your skin, the way your hands rubbed your flesh as you washed yourself. The dream you stopped the smooth lathering partway to grab and grope at your thighs and breasts, moaning lightly under your breath as you did so. 

You had never thought you could be so… dreamy. 

You didn’t remain alone in the shower for long, though. 

As if out of nowhere, Gar appeared behind you, his naked body almost eclipsed by yours, save for his delightful broad shoulders and his head as it poked out around yours. You had never seen a more appealing sight in your life. His gorgeous face with wet hair stuck to his forehead, the grin that came across his cheeks as he looked at you. His arms came to wrap around your waist as he gently brushed a loofa across your stomach. He began kissing along your shoulder, licking his tongue across your neck and boldly moaning at the taste of your skin-

You forcefully pulled yourself from the vision. As you rocketed back to reality, it was like having ice water thrown down your back. 

The surrounding warmth of the imaginary shower was gone, and you were once again in the cool night air of the hallway. You gazed across Gar’s face, taking in the wide-eyed, clueless expression he wore. He almost looked worried for you, wondering why you had spaced out like that. He had absolutely no idea of what you had just seen. 

You snatched the bottle of conditioner out from underneath his palm and shoved it into your bag. Miraculously, you stood up on shaking legs, turning around and going to escape back to your room. 

“Didn’t you wanna use the shower?” Gar called after you quietly. 

Right. Your shower. 

You whipped back around, nodding at him in passing - but you kept your eyes locked on the floor as you sped by him. You practically ran into the bathroom before he could make any comments about your strange behavior. 

You shut and locked the bathroom door behind you, sealing yourself in the smothering heat and steam that he had left behind. When you glanced over at the mirror and saw that he had been drawing funny faces in the condensation - something that was so terribly Gar it almost hurt - you felt even worse about violating his privacy. Even if it was an accident. 

You tried to let the guilt go as you scrubbed away at your body. You told yourself that it wasn’t your fault. 

Eventually, you found yourself only reminded of his steamy fantasy as the bubbles ran across your skin. You had never felt sexier, never felt more attractive in your entire life than you did in his eyes, in his imagining of you completely naked. 

The biggest reason that it boosted your confidence? His mental image of you was so strangely honest. 

In his dream, you weren’t cartoonish or overdone by his lust. Even though he had never seen you naked before, your breasts weren’t ballooned out or perkier than they should have been. There wasn’t a great amount of fat trimmed from your body, as if he desired you to be thinner than you were. It was so gratefully you - but it was a hot, sexy, fantastic version of you. A version that he apparently wanted to have shower sex with. 

The very thought had you pulling down the extendable shower head and holding it between your legs, getting off to the way Gar thought of you. It was perfect - until Jason’s banging on the bathroom door, complaining that you had been taking too long, interrupted you. 

… 

Gar’s hands were all over you. 

It left you absolutely breathless, giving you no room to escape the pleasure he was delivering. He had turned you into a quivering, moaning mess. His mouth was between your legs, on your neck, on your breasts. His perfect lips were hot on your own, trying to trap the indescribable sounds you were making for him. You were completely pliant to him, to his needs, a melted puddle of want under his ever giving hands. 

“God, you’re so fucking perfect.” He moaned into your ear, finally lining his cock up to your throbbing entrance, finally ready to give you what you needed most. “I can’t wait to watch you cum on my cock.” 

His dirty words only fueled the every growing desire that was mounting inside you. You keened out pathetically as he finally pushed inside you. His cock ignited you with a sharp electricity, filling you up so perfectly. 

You were shocked out of your strangely wonderful dream by a pounding on your bedroom door - Dick coming to wake you up for training. 

“Morning jog in twenty minutes.” He called out through your door, making you groan into your pillow. 

There wouldn’t even be enough time to relieve the hard painful throbbing between your legs before you had to get out of bed. 

As much as you loved the man who had so graciously taken you in and now acted as such an amazing mentor to you - you really hated Dick Grasyon sometimes. 

…  

Gar had been plaguing your dreams since you had discovered the kind of thoughts he had been having about you. Of course, he had been the subject of plenty of your daydreams - but this was so much stronger. He had invaded your subconscious and made a home for himself there. 

More intense than any fantasy you had ever cooked up yourself, every single time you closed your eyes - he was there. You could feel his lips on your skin, could feel his hands on you. It had become more difficult than usual to sleep, and when you did, you woke up with a light sheen of sweat covering you, your pussy soaked and throbbing, absolutely needy for him. 

You knew it would be wrong. It would absolutely be wrong if you acted on your feelings for Gar now, well-informed that he was attracted to you too. That he might want the same things as you. It was so undoubtedly wrong to take information you had discovered with your powers and use it for personal gain like this. 

But, on the other hand, you knew the only reason he was plaguing your mind so much - you had some hope that he felt the same way. That he returned your big, scary feelings. 

But that was the thing, wasn’t it? 

You couldn’t know for certain if he felt exactly the same way that you did. 

Yes, you had seen him imagining kissing you, imagining doing sexual things with you. You knew that he thought of you in an erotic way. But that only meant he wanted to fuck you. 

It certainly didn’t mean that he wanted to be seriously romantic with you or that he wanted a serious relationship. He also could have sexual fantasies about Jason swimming around in his head - ones that you hadn’t seen. 

Nothing about what you had seen said he was in love with you. So if you told him about your feelings for him unprompted, not only would you make yourself look like an idiot, but you would eventually have to tell him about the things you had accidentally seen. He would never forgive you for violating his privacy, and you would be heartbroken. 

Sometimes you really wished you could just be normal. 

… 

“Well, this is fucking stupid.” Jason griped, throwing himself down onto the couch with a heavy sigh. 

“Yeah, we all know that, Jason.” Rachel quickly agreed. “But if Dick comes back and doesn’t see us having Happy Bonding Board Game Fun Times, then he’ll make us run laps or balance plates on our heads again.” 

She proposed an easy argument in favor of shutting up and co-operating as she unpacked the many pieces of the board game that Dick had gotten you guys - Trivial Pursuit. Something ‘fun and educational’, he had explained. 

You laughed under your breath at Rachel’s comment. 

Dick wanted the four of you to spend more time ‘bonding as a team’. He had explained that one of the reasons the Old Titans worked so well together out in the field was because they did casual, friendly activities together as well as training together. He wanted this new team to be as strong as the old one. 

You thought maybe this sporadic encouragement of bonding had been brought on by how you had been acting. With your dreams growing more intense each night, you had been increasingly turning down Gar’s invitations to play video games together, or study together. You had even started making up excuses to take dinner into your room or skipping dinner altogether in favor of eating bowls of cereal when no one else was around. And you knew Dick had noticed. 

But you also knew that you weren’t the only one to blame. 

The whole ‘team bonding’ thing could have easily been prompted by Jason’s increased agitation with the living situation, his eagerness to leave you all behind and get back to Gotham. And the fact that Rachel, like you, now rarely came out of her room. 

This always left Gar in a strange situation where he was desperate for friendship but everyone pulled away from him, everyone wanted to isolate themselves but him. You felt increasingly guilty about it. You felt so bad for abandoning your best friend. But every time you looked at him, even without making that dangerous eye contact, heat began to rise in your face as flashes of his fantasies or your wicked dreams began popping into your mind. 

But now you were all being forced to spend time together. You couldn’t avoid it so easily. You knew there was no excuse you could cook up to get out of it. And like Rachel had said, you didn’t want yourself and the others to be plagued with some dumb punishment like running laps if you could just be playing a board game instead. 

All four of you were sitting around the small coffee table in the living room area of the open concept space, the fire pit sending warm waves over you as the dark sky went on boundlessly through the tall windows. The lamp above your heads and the city lights cast a warm glow over everything, creating a beautifully pleasant atmosphere that made it easy to ignore your problems. 

Dick was gone out on some ‘errands’, and made you all promise to play the game and spend some time together while he was gone. 

“I like board games.” Gar smiled, picking up one of the pieces and inspecting it. “Of course, I do prefer multiplayer online. But some old fashioned tabletop is good to throw in there every once and a while.” 

You smiled at Gar’s comment. He was so wonderfully nerdy. Undeniably one of the reasons you had developed feelings for him in the first place. 

You were seated beside him on the plush rug, crossed legged, your knee just barely brushing against his. It felt strangely normal to be like this, pretending like nothing odd had happened between you in the weeks past. You were enjoying the feeling, indulging in actually getting to hang out with your best friend without worrying about romantic feelings or any of the other bullshit. 

“Could you not be a total dork for like… five seconds?” Rachel quipped, raising an eyebrow at Gar. 

Gar threw the game piece at her, and it bounced off her chest before it disappeared somewhere on the floor, making her look for it. You laughed. 

“Ugh, this is so fucking stupid.” Jason groaned into a small throw pillow from the couch that he had pulled into his face. “I don’t want to play this dumb fucking game.” 

‘Are you afraid you’ll lose?’ You signed. 

Seeing as Rachel didn’t know that much ASL, and Jason wasn’t even looking at you, his face still covered by the pillow in his little tantrum, Gar interpreted for you. 

“Are you afraid you’re gonna lose?” He announced to the room in a tone ripe with sass. 

Rachel smiled at the challenge, looking over her shoulder to see how Jason would react. 

“What? No.” Jason snapped, sitting up and tossing the pillow behind him. “It’s just a stupid game. I’m sure there are far better things I could be spending my time doing.” 

‘Then play.’ You signed, making steady eye contact with Jason, challenging him. 

“Then why don’t you just play?” Gar spoke, adding a few more words. Not that you minded. You thought it was generous and sweet that he had rushed to learn ASL in the first few months of knowing you just so he could communicate better with you. It was one of the things that had made you fall for him so hard, so fast. 

Jason’s face was struck with the realization that you were the one challenging him, not Gar. His eyes flickered between the three of you,  and then he settled into a seat on the carpet beside Rachel. 

“Okay fine, how do you even play this stupid game?” He grumbled quietly, snatching the instructions from Rachel. 

‘Why don’t we make things interesting?’ You said, knowing you could aggravate Jason’s competitive side even more. 

And in the back of your mind, you were thinking about the fact that if you were too focused on winning the game, you wouldn’t be too focused on Gar. You wouldn’t be thinking about the fact that he had shifted closer to you, and his thigh was pressing more into yours, spreading a deadly heat across your skin under your clothes.

“What, like a bet?” Gar responded to your words rather than translating them to everyone else, and you rolled your eyes at him. 

‘Yes, a bet.’ You quickly clarified. 

“Are you challengin’ me, Fancy Hands?” Jason posed. “You wanna lose even more disastrously to The One and Only Robin?” He added on, his words dripping with that usual air of cockiness. 

‘Second Robin.’ You reminded him.

Jason knew enough sign language to know these symbols. Especially the one you had specifically taught him for the bird with the same name as his caped alias. So even though Gar failed to translate these words for fear of starting a genuine fight, Jason responded to your feisty words.  

“The One and Only Robin, now that Dickhead Grayson is retired.” He proudly corrected you. 

‘Whatever.’ You shrugged it off. ‘We’ll see if any Robin can win the board game he calls so stupid.’

“Yeah, yeah.” Jason chided. “What kind of bet did you have in mind?” 

‘Loser does all the dishes for two weeks.’ You explained. 

“Loser does all the dishes for two weeks.” Gar explained it to him. 

“Loser between the three of you.” Rachel corrected with a smirk. 

“Loser between the two of them. I’m just the messenger.” Gar quickly told her. 

“The winner gets the last Twinkie from my stash.” Jason added, upping the ante of the bet. 

Gar and Rachel’s eyes practically began glowing (especially considering what their powers made them capable of) at the mere mention of junk food. 

Dick had pretty much banned any food that was considered unhealthy. He said it wasn’t good for training. ‘Why put garbage in the tank? It doesn’t make the engine run properly’ he always nagged. 

The few times you and Rachel had been ‘caught’ coming back from a 7/11 with a bag full of goodies, he had made you read the labels out loud to ‘justify what you were putting inside your bodies’, and blah, blah, blah. So you liked eating sugar? Big deal. 

Eventually all his nagging just made you guys give up, or eat your doses of junk food outside the house (during the rare times he actually let you guys out). But of course, it just made Jason more determined to sneak things in. And of course, with his delinquent mindset, he had come up with a perfect system that involved wearing an overly large coat and keeping food in a false bottom drawer he had created in his room. He had started making you guys do him favors in exchange for snacks, but a lot of the time, it was worth it. 

“Ante up!” Rachel ordered. “Twinkie on the table!” She smacked her palm flat on the table, glaring Jason down until he rose from his seat to go retrieve the desired item. 

… 

You were enjoying game night far more than you thought you would. 

Everyone was, actually. Rousing laughter and chatter filled the room as you all took your turns, argued over the rules, and raced to see who would win. Your mind was distracted far from any sexual thoughts of Gar. You weren’t focused on the things you had accidentally seen when mistakenly crossing the threshold of his mind, or the heated dreams it had caused you to have. For the first time in weeks, a great worry had been lifted from your shoulders. 

Which was probably why it happened. You were probably a fool to think you were safe - to think this new power you had discovered couldn’t act up just because you were sitting around with your friends, innocently playing a board game. 

Gar turned to you, picking up one of the trivia cards to ask you your question as your turn came around. 

“Alright, science.” He announced. “How many bones are in the human body? Is it A: 206, B: 104, C: 198, or D: 236?” 

When he had finished reading it, his eyes flickered up from the card in his hand and met with yours. You were damned by fate as you were once again drawn into the depths of a hot, wicked fantasy of his creation. 

It was another third-person perspective of him and yourself, a portrait of perfect intimacy. 

In the wicked fantasy, he had you pinned against a wall, both of you completely naked - his sweet, bare flesh pinning your heated body against the surface. His breath mingled with yours as pressed kisses into your mouth, clearly torn between claiming your lips over and over again or the simple act of breathing. He wasn’t sure which was more precious - the taste of your mouth under his or the bits of air he needed to survive. 

He had one of your legs hitched up around his hip, your knee up around his back, giving the perfect view as he shoved his cock inside of you. He was so large - hot and heavy, splitting you open with his monster cock without hesitation as your needy cunt dripped around him. He let out a grunt as the wet slide of your pussy enveloped him, loving the most tender touch of your warmth on his aching cock. 

The fat around your hip bloomed through his fingers as he held you steady, hammering his hips against yours. It created a wet smacking sound that sent electricity shooting through you, the fantasy so palpable that you could almost feel the thickness of his cock tearing you open - you could almost feel the heft of those mighty nine inches dragging against your deadly hot inner walls. 

You admired the glisten of sweat on his rippling back muscles, the hot grunts that poured from his swollen lips. You loved the sight of your nails digging into his skin as you gripped his shoulders, desperate to hold on. 

“You’re so good for me.” He murmured against your panting lips, his voice deep, absolutely thick with sex. “I love this pussy so fucking much.” 

“Y/N?” 

This time it took Gar’s voice echoing in your ears in the real world to pull you out of the vivid daydream. 

“You okay?” The pure sweetness of his tone, the quiet caring had you quaking almost as much as the heft of his daydream cock. 

Your pussy throbbed hard between your thighs and your face was burning hot. You could feel the beginnings of sweat glistening on your forehead, and you hoped that your physical reaction to what you had seen wasn’t too obvious in the dull lighting of the room. Perhaps you could blame it on sitting too close to the fireplace. 

You dared to let your eyes have a once-over of Gar’s face, hoping not to be pulled back into the stupor once again. He was looking at you with that familiar wide-eyed, positively clueless expression. He was sitting there thinking about fucking you up against a wall and he had absolutely no clue that you knew. 

“Don’t think too hard about it,” Rachel scoffed. “It’s a pretty softball question.” 

Fuck, right. You were supposed to be playing trivia. 

You had genuinely no idea what the question had been, and wouldn’t dare ask Gar to repeat it for fear of giving yourself away, so you simply picked an answer out of the blue. 

‘C.’ You gestured the sign for the single letter, hoping it was correct if it was supposed to be such a ‘softball’ of a question. 

“Wrong.” Gar sighed, placing the card in the used pile. 

“I thought it was 207?” Jason wondered out loud, sounding genuinely confused. “Oh wait, that’s the joke answer.” 

“Ew.” Rachel cringed. “Don’t be gross.” 

“Hey,” Gar placed a gentle hand on your forearm where it was resting on the table, capturing your attention. “Are you okay? You really zoned out for a minute there.” 

Oh god. He was being so sweet and caring. You almost hated it, because you knew you couldn’t tell him what you had truly seen. You couldn’t explain what was truly wrong with you. 

‘I’m fine.’ You assured him, pulling your hand naturally out of his warm grasp to communicate. You hoped he wouldn’t notice that you were pulling away from him to avoid the heat of his touch and refusing to look at his face. 

“I’m sure she’s fine, Gar.” Rachel smiled. 

You nodded. 

“Some people’s brains just get fried when they’re asked to be smart on the spot.” She added on - this being sass that was clearly directed at Jason. It made you laugh. 

It then moved on to someone else’s turn, and you were glad the focus had shifted away from you. 

…  

Just like everything you had touched lately, game night turned into a disaster. 

Jason realized he wasn’t going to win after he lost one too many pop culture questions. Ones based on movies and shows that he hadn’t even seen. And he claimed it ‘wasn’t even fair’ because he was being questioned based on material that he had no knowledge of. 

When Gar and Rachel told him that was just how the game worked, he proceeded to pull the ‘I was poor growing up, of course I didn’t watch those movies cause I didn’t have a TV’ card. When that got him no sympathy, he flipped the table. A screaming match broke out between the three of them, and everyone stormed off to their separate corners, leaving you to clean up the pieces. Quite literally. 

You managed to find and pick up all the game pieces in the shaggy area rug, and you put them back inside the game box. You figured they might be useful in the future in case everyone made up and did want to play the game again sometime. One of the last things left on the carpet was the crushed Twinkie, which had been smashed by the weight of the coffee table when Jason flipped it over. 

It was still nicely inside its plastic packaging, but it had become a crumbled mixture of cake pieces and artificial frosting, rather than the golden log it once was. You shoved it in your pocket - it was definitely something Gar would still enjoy. Though your relationship with him was strange and strained lately, you would still give it to him. 

You put everything back in the living area exactly as it had been, not wanting to tip off Dick to what had happened. He already had enough reasons to be on Jason’s case, you didn’t want to give him one more. Even though Jason was a bit of a parasite, you thought it was basic decency to have his back. 

Just as you were finished tidying, Dick returned through the elevator, heaving several bags of groceries in both his arms. 

“How was game night?” He smiled at you as you came over to take a few of the bags from him. 

You smiled back, giving him an exaggerated thumbs up with your free hand. 

You knew he had picked up some basic signs in the time of knowing you, but he was nowhere near as fluent as Gar, or even Jason. So you stuck to simple ASL with him, or gave him exaggerated facial expressions. Or just wrote things down on paper or texted like you did with most other people. 

“Good.” His voice held an edge of relief to it. “The four of you should be spending more time together. It’s good for team morale.” 

You felt slightly guilty for lying to him, but you didn’t want to get the others in trouble for something that really wasn’t their fault. He couldn’t force you guys to enjoy spending time together if it wasn’t going to come naturally. 

You put away the groceries in relative silence. Once you had finished folding the reusable bags and putting them away, you were going to escape to your room when Dick caught your attention once again. 

“Um, one more thing.” He said, stopping you in your tracks, making you turn around to face him. You looked at him with curious eyes, and he continued speaking. “It’s probably none of my business, but… is there something going on between you and Gar? You guys used to be like… best friends, and now you hardly ever spend time with him.” 

You felt a dizziness overtake you - that hard drop of your blood pressure from feeling so caught. 

It was like the days when you had first met Gar, when your feelings for him were so bold and unrestrained. And anytime someone mentioned his name around you, you practically melted into a puddle. 

In response to Dick, you simply shrugged. You knew that you looked entirely guilty as your eyes darted around the room - to the counter, the floor, the dull embers in the fire pit - anywhere but at him. 

“Listen, I know this life can be pretty isolating. Especially when you have unique powers. Which is not something I know personally. But I have seen you struggle with it - with using your powers, holding back that unique ability you have when you should be using it and living up to your potential. And I’ve seen Gar help you through it in ways that no one else could.” 

Dick’s words, coming from such a steady and authoritative voice did shock you. You were surprised that he considered your powers to be a ‘unique potential’ - rather than the dangerous, privacy invasion tool that you always saw it as. You were even more surprised to hear that he had observed the ways Gar had helped you when you struggled with the decision to hold back or not, the moral confliction of it all. 

“It’s good to have someone like that. Someone you can rely on. Someone who knows what it’s like. You just… you shouldn’t push him away. You probably need him now more than ever.” 

His words were solid concrete in the otherwise quiet room, weighing down your already heavy heart. 

Even though he had no idea why you had been pushing Gar away, strangely… he was right. You finally looked up to find your mentor’s cold steel gaze staring you down. 

‘Thank you.’ You mouthed the words along with the sign, just in case he didn’t know what it meant. 

He nodded at you, silently releasing you from the conversation. You mindlessly put your hands into the pockets of your sweater as you walked away, and you felt the gentle crinkle of the Twinkie’s wrapper. You decided that you should go visit Gar before you went to bed. 

When you approached his bedroom door, you were surprised to see that it was open. You peered inside, peeking your head around the corner, and you found Gar sprawled out on his bed. His laptop was on his stomach as he stared at the white-blue glow with a bored expression on his face. He was likely studying. Trying this best to. 

You knocked on the open door to make your presence known. He jumped slightly as you broke his concentration, but he quickly recovered from being startled. He sat up fully and put his laptop to the side, the screen still open and casting a glow into the dimly lit room. You didn’t wait for an invitation to come in, and his gaze was drawn to you as you walked into the room, not bothering to shut the door behind you. 

“Y/N. Hey,” He smiled at you, pleasantly surprised that you had come to see him. “Fancy seeing you here.” 

A small twinge of guilt flared in your stomach. 

You felt bad for avoiding him for reasons that weren’t truly his fault. You felt bad for putting a strain on your friendship with him because you couldn’t control your stupid powers. You felt bad that you couldn’t just tell him the truth. 

And a huge part of you felt even worse that you couldn’t control your own lust simply because you knew that he felt somewhat lustful toward you. 

As your eyes glanced at his wide thighs spread out on the bed, even covered by his jeans, your pussy ached. You couldn’t stop thinking about the way those thighs had worked as he thrust his cock in and out of you when he had you pinned to the wall in that fantasy. You hated how your mind was so hyper-focused on something that wasn’t even real. Maybe it was just hotter and more wicked because you knew it was a fantasy of his creation. It drove you more insane because it was something he apparently wanted just as badly as you did. 

Even if you could never tell him you wanted it as badly as he did because of the way you had found out. 

‘I thought you might want this.’ You signed to him. 

Past the hazy fog of your lust clouded thoughts, you remembered why you had come to see Gar in the first place. You took the smashed, pathetic Twinkie out of your pocket and presented it to him with a small grin. 

“Oh thanks!” He was eager to take it from you, ripping open the packaging and taking a bite of the crumbling cake. 

“Yeah, definitely still good.” He assured you with his mouthful, giving you a cheeky smile and a thumbs up. 

You were happy that you had finally done something right. You gave him a small thumbs up in return and went to leave again. But he was quick, abandoning his snack on the bed and jumping up to interrupt your path before you could escape. 

“Y/N, wait. I was hoping we could talk.” He said quietly, his voice full of a strained hope. “I miss you.” 

Even as he pleaded for your attention, your eyes were stuck at your feet. Rather than daring to look up at him, you stared hard at the space where his green socked toes stood in front of yours. You had no clue what exactly was triggering these ‘episodes’ with your powers, but you knew it had something to do with him. You couldn’t risk it, not again. 

You loved how almost all of his clothes were green - a choice he often made because he said it was easier to match his hair the way it now naturally grew from his head. The color would forever remind you of him whenever it came up in life. He had taken everything green in your life and possessed it as his own so that it made you smile whenever you saw it. So that anything green would make you mourn for him long after he had left your life in one way or another. You hated it and loved it at the same time. 

“If I did something wrong, please just tell me. I wanna fix it.” His voice flexed under the weight of his pain. 

It was intensely difficult for you to listen to. 

It sliced through you like a knife. 

Your selfish acts, your uncontrollable, stupid powers and the way you ran from the consequences had somehow convinced him that he had done something wrong. 

Tears pricked your eyes. 

You racked your gaze carefully up his body, and your eyes landed on a piece of vanilla cake crumb that had gotten stuck to his chin from the Twinkie. Just the look of it, something that was so foolish and unserious and so Gar in this very serious moment made you crack a smile. Instinctually, you reached over and brushed it away with your thumb. 

He sighed out a half-breath that could be perceived as a laugh when he realized what you were smiling at. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously at the thought of his own clumsiness. 

‘You have done nothing wrong.’ You assured him, keeping your eyes locked on the wall behind his ear. ‘You never do anything wrong. You’re so good.’ 

“Then what is it?” He pressed. “Will you please just look at me?” 

He used a gentle hand on your chin to force your eyes towards his, and before you could stop it, you were caught up in it again. You were once again sucked into the complicated swell of his beautiful mind. 

But this time it was distinctly different. This time it wasn’t some heated fantasy, wasn’t some painted imagining. 

This was a memory of something that had already happened. It was most definitely a memory you knew well. Although this time it was like you were watching it from the outside - or rather, you were watching it from Gar’s perspective. 

It was a vision of you knelt on the bathroom floor, puking into a toilet. The sounds of your own sickness easily made you cringe. Gar didn’t flinch or feel any disgust though. 

You could feel his emotions like the grooves of a record, carved into the memory and being replayed. All he felt was a great wave of sadness for you. Instinctually, not really knowing what else to do, he reached out and placed a comforting hand on your back as your muscles lurched with another wave of gags, forced by your body’s ill-made systems. 

It was a specific night that you remembered well. 

You had only been in Doctor Caulder’s care for a few weeks at the time, but it had become evident that even though the serum had cured your blindness, your intense migraines and even the occasional seizures caused by your brain tumor still persisted. 

You had crawled to the bathroom with the intention of dealing with your ailments in privacy. But Gar’s room was right next to yours, and he had heard you groaning in pain, had heard you throwing up and gasping for breath because of the pure force of the vomit. 

So he did the only thing he could think to do. He got a glass of water for you to rinse your mouth when you were done, and then he simply sat with you, trying to bring you some comfort in your time of need. He felt hollow and useless as you heaved into the toilet, nothing left in your stomach to give up but bright green stomach bile, your body forcing every last bit of it out as the migraine raged on. 

When the heaving stopped, he pulled you into his lap. He was ready with a warm, damp cloth to put on your forehead, and a towel to wipe your mouth. You relaxed into his calming touch. He bloomed with pride at being able to hold you in his arms, being able to keep you safe, even if he couldn’t heal you from what ailed you. 

‘You can leave.’ You signed to him. 

At the time, he understood it well, even with just a few weeks of studying under his belt. 

A small wave of offense went through him. He didn’t want to leave you. Why would he leave you in such a weak state? He wanted to help you. That’s why he’d gotten out of bed in the first place. 

“I’m not gonna leave.” He told you. “I won’t leave you. Ever.” 

At the time you had been far too sick to really take in the weight of his words. But now, lingering in the memory, you could feel the determination sitting deep in his chest. The affection for you as it swelled inside him, the way he held you just a bit closer. 

You were shocked back to the cold concrete of reality when he gripped your arm in the present, pulling you out of the sweetness of the memory by force. He spoke something that was muffled and full in your ears as you struggled to pull yourself out of the thickness of his clouded mind. The expression on your face must have told him you hadn’t heard him, because he repeated himself. 

“Will you please just tell me what’s wrong?” He demanded, his voice sharp with worry. 

‘Nothing’s wrong.’ You lied, shaking yourself from his grip. ‘I have to go study.’ 

You ran from the room before he could confront you any further. 

Your mind was positively drowning with thoughts about Gar. Did he feel the same way about you? Had he felt the same way about you since the two of you had met? 

Your mind was so clouded that you slammed into your closed bedroom door before you could remember to actually turn the doorknob and open it. It left you cursing internally as you rubbed the sore spot blooming in the middle of your forehead. 

This crush was going to ruin you. 

… 

Unfortunately, you couldn’t easily avoid Gar forever. 

The next day, when Dick was giving out assignments, he paired up you and Gar for sparring practice right before he pulled aside Jason and Rachel for a quiz on the assigned reading material. You tried to wave him down, wanting to protest about having Gar as a partner - but of course, he didn’t read ASL. And he didn’t give you any room to protest as he spouted off about what kind of drills the two of you should be practicing and told you that he would come by in two hours to ‘check-in’ on your progress. 

You wanted to scream. Sometimes, not having a voice truly, utterly sucked. 

You thought perhaps it was Dick’s way of forcing you to make good on the advice he had given you the night before - forcing you to spend time with Gar so that you would stop pushing him away. But it was so damn inconvenient when you still didn’t know what was causing your powers to act up. 

As you walked to the training room, you told yourself again and again that you could bear two hours alone with Gar. Especially because one of the drills that Dick wanted you to practice was blindfolded sparring. That was an easy way not to have your powers flare-up against your will. You told yourself that you needed to get back to normal. You couldn’t have Gar thinking that you hated him - thinking that he was the reason for your strange behavior when he was truly the best, kindest person in your life. 

Well, technically he was the reason for your strange behavior. But not at all in the way he blamed himself for. And you wouldn’t have him thinking that he had fucked up your friendship somehow or pissed you off unintentionally for some reason he couldn’t even name. 

You and Gar exchanged a few words - you agreed that you would wear the blindfold and try to defend against his attacks, and he joked that he would ‘go easy’ on you. It felt delightfully normal between the two of you for a few minutes. 

He gave you one of his perfectly dorky smiles and you felt butterflies in your stomach. Beyond his wildly attractive body, beyond that sexual heat - you remembered why you had fallen for him in the first place. Those boyish charms, that gentle nature that made him so irresistible as a friend and so easy to yearn for as a lover. 

When you put the blindfold on, it felt like a comforting shield against his wild daydreams, trying to buck free from his mind. You both picked up the wooden swords, and when he asked if you were ready, you nodded. 

Unfortunately, you were not exactly on your game. 

Usually, you were quite a skilled fighter. You could keep up with the likes of Jason Todd, who trained night and day just to prove how skilled he was. Your powers gave you slightly honed senses, giving you the ability to hear more acutely, giving you the advantage in a situation like this. 

But that was part of the problem. You were picking up on Gar’s breathing, the heavy panting coming from his lips as he swung the practice sword and started to work up a sweat. Your concentration was clouded by the small grunts he made as he worked his muscles, and the careful, skilled movement of his footfalls as he charged at you. 

He easily landed a few blows - gentle, purposefully light swats - on your arms and torso, and he distinctly noticed you not making any real effort to dodge or fight back. Your mind was too busy churning with the mental image of him sweaty from the effort, imagining those same grunts as he fucked you. 

This crush was going to ruin you. 

Gar stopped his movements, and you relaxed your body, pausing any half-efforts you were making to fight him off. 

“Are you okay?” He asked. “Do you have a migraine or something? Do you need to go lay down?” 

Of course. He was concerned for your well-being. It was something that only made him sweeter, and only made you twinge with guilt at what had been going through your mind. 

‘Fine.’ You responded, performing the sign with one hand, still clutching the practice sword with the other. ‘Keep going.’ 

You heard Gar sigh - clearly somewhat hesitant. 

But then he swung his sword down again, and when you heard it whipping through the air, you made a distinct effort to block it this time. You raised yours up, blocking the blow. He let out a quiet chuckle, pleased now that you were better focused this time around. 

You really tried harder. 

You found yourself blocking his blows, using your own swift footwork, and even then - your unconscious distraction was apparent. 

Usually you were better with your tactile awareness, but as the edge of the mats came under your foot, you didn’t notice. And Gar, ever concerned for your safety, used his non-sword hand to reach out and grab your arm. He quickly yanked you back from the edge in case you tripped and fell. He wouldn’t want you to hit your head on the concrete floor, even if it wouldn’t be a terribly grievous injury. 

But he was pumping with energy from the mock fight, and when he pulled you in, he used far more force than he had intended to. It wasn’t a simple correction of your footing like he intended. He accidentally sent your distracted legs tripping over each other and sent you barreling right into him. With the momentum, you knocked him completely off his legs. You ended up falling right on top of Gar as he landed splayed out on the mats, on his back. 

Gar broke into a gentle laughter, finding the entire thing to be quite amusing. 

His hands naturally found your hips and warmth spread out from there, something that quickly overwhelmed your senses. You dropped your practice sword with a numb hand as you became entirely heated by the feeling of his rock hard body beneath yours. Upon instinct, you reached up, and pulled the blindfold up to rest on your forehead - which turned out to be a terrible mistake. 

In that moment, you came face to face with Gar’s stunning, big brown eyes and you were once again sucked into one of his heated fantasies against your will. 

Unlike the others, this wasn’t a picture you were viewing. It wasn’t something in his mind that you were only seeing from the third perspective. 

No - you were in this. 

Somehow, he had drawn you so deeply into his fantasy this time that you were in it, participating in it, truly feeling it. 

In the daydream, you were sitting on top of him, easily paralleling your current reality.

But in this dreamy version, he was completely naked, and you felt the delightfully throbbing hum of his cock deep inside of you. Because it was just a dream, it wasn’t nearly as distinct as the real thing would have been. But the feeling quickly spread heat through your entire body. Especially when paired with the visuals his imagination had conjured up for you. 

The feeling of his hands on your hips in the real world easily turned into a searing burn that you were sure you could feel on your bare skin. You looked down at him below you, as though you were really straddling his naked body, proudly riding his impressively large cock. His taut muscles rippled under sweaty skin - his abs flexing with the effort, his biceps bulging as he held onto you. 

All of it so enticingly topped off by the sight of his face, his forehead glistening with sweat, stray green hairs stuck to it. The expression he held was almost beautifully pathetic as he struggled with such overwhelming pleasure - his lip snagged between his teeth, his brow heavily creased. Quiet, desperate whimpers escaping from his throat as he guided you to grind on his thickness. 

You let out a sharp moan of your own, desperately aching for breath, and that chugging in your throat was the thing that sucked out of the deep fog of this fantasy. 

When you looked into Gar’s eyes once more, you saw the look of dawning on his face. It was mingled with confusion, but you knew that this time, he had felt it too. He had felt you on a deeper level, and he knew, even if he couldn’t nearly explain it - the two of you had shared that experience on a deeper level. 

And what’s more - out here in the real world, not in some sense of fantasy, you could feel his hardness throbbing against your leg. And it felt just as large and impressive as it was in all those dreams. You knew that your cunt was likely boiling hot against him, giving you away. And though the temptation to lean down and ensnare his mouth was so intense, the temptation to beg him to fuck you right then and there - something inside of you kept chanting:

‘Don’t ruin your friendship. He’s your best friend. Don’t fuck it up.’ 

And somehow, miraculously, fighting against all of your overpowering lust - you listened to that voice. You rushed to get off of him, scrambling off the floor to a standing position on shaking legs. You tried your best to ignore the entirely painful throbbing between your legs as your pussy screamed out for him, for his touch. 

Naturally, Gar thought that he had freaked you out. He thought that the reason you had jumped away from him so fast was because he had a raging hard-on and you were intensely disgusted by it. In his mind, he couldn’t easily see it being the exact opposite reason. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry.” He rushed to apologize. “I’m so sorry, Y/N. My body - my body just - reacted-” 

Gar also rose to his feet, awkwardly tugging at the crotch of his loose workout pants to try and disguise it. You made the mistake of glancing at the tent and visually confirmed that it was just as large as he made it out to be in all of his fantasies (and yours). 

‘It’s fine.’ You sighed to him. 

You were once again making steady eye contact with the floor - trying not to get drawn back into his mind. But it only made Gar feel more awkward, more like he had wronged you. 

Gar’s throat immediately numbed when you turned and left to charge out of the room. You were intensely surprised when you felt his hand on your arm once more - that firm, commanding touch pulling you back once again. 

Wrestling with the embarrassment inside of him was a storm of anger. 

The fact that even now, you were so unwilling to talk to him about any of the problems in your friendship. You just kept brushing him off. It caused a very uncharacteristic flare of annoyed rage inside of him that he just couldn’t swallow down. So with the hand that he wasn’t using to hide his boner, he kept that grip on your arm. He forced you to stay, forcing you to turn back and face him. 

Him asserting himself like that, the show of force over you - oddly enough, it only added to the arousal boiling inside of you. A small whimper escaped from your lips, and you resisted the urge to smack a hand over your mouth in some attempt to hide it. You knew that Gar had definitely heard it when his face shifted from that tense anger to a look of sheer guilt. He thought that the grip on your arm had somehow hurt you. 

“I’m sorry.” He repeated himself, quickly dropping the grip on your arm. He was glad when you stayed of your own volition this time. “But, can you just talk to me? Please?” 

You hated to ignore his pleas, your own guilt curling in your stomach. 

After a moment with no response from you, more anger splashed up inside of him. 

“I hate this.” 

He said quietly, his voice almost breaking under the weight of his pain. 

“I hate how we aren’t close anymore. We don’t talk, we don’t spend time together anymore. I feel like I barely even know you…” 

He quickly gained momentum in his ranting, his words picking up from a dull whisper. You crossed your arms, keeping your eyes on the floor. You knew that you were the perfect target for all of his upset - so you simply took it. 

“This place is changing everyone!” He barked, motioning around wildly to the walls. “I’m living with my best friends and I’ve never felt so damn alone!” 

As his words echoed in the open space, he looked at you with intensely sad eyes, obviously waiting for you to say something - waiting for an apology. 

But any explanation you could give would mean admitting that your powers had gone haywire. It would mean telling him that you had been invading his privacy without permission. It was bound to screw up your friendship and leave him feeling just as alone. You clasped your fists tight, staying entirely still while he waited for an answer. 

“Fine then.” He said quietly, absolutely defeated. 

He was the one to charge away this time, harshly smacking his shoulder against yours in anger. He kicked down a rack of weapons on his way out. 

You hear him let out a harsh, exasperated ‘fuck!’ when he got halfway down the hall. 

At that point, you couldn’t help the tears that escaped as the pain surged through your chest. 

Maybe you had fucked up the friendship in an entirely different way.

...

Keep Reading Here: Part Two - Our Past, Our Present, Our Future

[heartfullofleeches]

But like leech mermaid? That sounds kinda cool.... vampire mermaid?

Medical supplies, documents, and various foods line the booth's table. You were in the back today, like most hours nowadays, but this afternoon was a tad different with a face that rarely appeared. The lights are dim and a humidifier fills the air with moistness. It's astounding how your companion can see in these conditions, when not taking into accountability they aren't fully human.

"And here you can see that our bites cause little pain majority of the time, despite the human genes."

You lean in to read the paper, a task that was surprisingly easy given how big the letters were, but they're pulled away before you can finish; replaced with pleading hands as a voice begs out for a need its longed to quench for ages.

"Please, please, please let me bite you, Y/n. I brought my supplies just so you would feel safe, and I'll stop the second you tell me to. I'll die if I don't get just one taste of you."

You take a sip of water, mulling over the idea. Doc had been asking to taste your blood since their second day in the cafe. A tad strange, but fairly caring individual. Since you walked into the room, they've been shoveling drinks and small snacks in your direction so that in the vain hope you'll agree, you'd be properly taken care of before and afterwards. You didn't see them much due to some difficulties water hybrids had with land and some problems with sight, but like everyone else they never parted from your side. They always checked you for any injuries or signs of illness, gaining them their title.

Just looking at you now, Doc was damn near drooling at the thought of biting you, but they weren't hungry. No, the hunger they needed to get rid of was ideal of tasting you and marking you as theirs. That gorgeous skin of yours would look heavenly blemished with the cursor of their bite. On the person they adored most in the world, there was no better sight, and when it started to faded they could do it all over again. It was a beautiful fantasy.

"Are you sure you want my blood?" You question. "We have some pretty good stuff in stock. Even human from some donors. I'm not sure how mine would taste..."

Doc grips your wrists, managing their disbelief at your words through baring their teeth so they don't risk harming you by clinching their hands. "How could you say such a thing, dear?! A regular human like you, no- an angel to us wayward souls, is bound to taste just the same. Pure ambrosia runs through those veins, and there's nothing that could swamp my desire to devour- er.. sample you."

"Just think about it, won't you? We can do it somewhere else if you like. Go for a nice swim in my home, away from everyone else where your blood can forever linger in my waters and you in my arms as I take care of whatever you need to feel secure and loved."