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yunwangja · 5 months ago

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touch - tobio kageyama oneshot

kageyama feels jealous as he notices that the other karasuno members can be physically affectionate with you while he struggles to do the same, thanks to your hesitation whenever he tries to get close.

genre: slight drama? romantic angst? its kageyama being frustrated so ig yeah, also eventual fluff

tags: kageyama x fem!reader, high school friends to lovers

warnings/notes: swearing, honestly that's it lol. also THIS IS MY FIRST TIME SORRY IF ITS LACKING /,,,,: i tried my best for them to be in character too so if not mb >< also approx. 1.2k words

kageyama’s thoughts had been swirling lately, a tumult of confusion and frustration. and it was all because of you.

he found himself watching you more often than he cared to admit, noticing every smile exchanged, every casual touch with other members of the volleyball team that seemed effortless. midterms and practices passed in a blur, overshadowed by his own internal questioning.

why did he feel like you were avoiding him so subtly? why did simple interactions feel like navigating a minefield? happenings from days ago has been haunting him, your subtle movements away from him echoing in his mind.

he wanted to be closer to you, and understand why you seemed so distant whenever he tries to. only thing was: he’s bad at this. he’s bad at expressing his feelings and making a mess of himself, especially in front of you. how could he do this so naturally when you keep on backing away?

"y/n-chan! you’re here!" hinata exclaimed joyfully, bounding over to greet you. oh right, i’m in practice. kageyama thought and snapped back to reality, mainly because of hinata’s loud announcement of your arrival, and well, because, it’s you.

his head snapped towards the gym entrance, catching your smile as you exchanged greetings with hinata.

"how was midterms?" sugawara approached you and asked kindly, prompting a hesitant response from you, "uh, they were fine, i think. hehe." the third year patted your head comfortingly, "i'm sure you did great."

kageyama's chest tightened slightly at the gesture, his irritation simmering beneath his composed exterior as he focused on his serves.

"wow, tobio, you're as consistent as ever," daichi commented seeing his performance, with asahi nodding in agreement. you managed to wave to kageyama from beside yachi, and he nodded in acknowledgment before returning to his practice.

practice officially began with a three-on-three match: tanaka, sugawara, and asahi against hinata, kageyama, and tsukishima. you stood near tanaka's team and cheered enthusiastically as he spiked, "nice kill, tanaka-senpai!"

tanaka grinned proudly and threw an arm around your shoulders, basking in your praise. “it’s nothing, y/n!”

kageyama's frustration flared again. why can't i do that too? kageyama wondered silently.

he decides to lash it out on tsukishima, pushing him to block their spikes better - to which the tall teammate responded with an exasperated roll of his eyes.

it all started a few days ago - you were having lunch on the rooftop with hinata and kageyama. hinata was engrossed in his own thoughts, while kageyama had this plan to subtly get closer to you, unsure and hesitant about being too forward. he wasn't particularly skilled at these things.

as kageyama inched closer, you immediately noticed and instinctively pulled back a bit, nervously remarking, "oh, is the sun shining on your side?" even though the weather was perfect and there was no sunlight. kageyama glanced down and replied, "uh, no... yeah, thanks. you didn't have to move unless it's cramped for you."

"no, as long as you have enough space," you awkwardly chuckled, trying to ease the panic you felt and continued eating.

kageyama sighed inwardly, contemplating another approach. he just wanted to be more gentle and affectionate towards you, just like the others do. hell, maybe, more than they do.

while you were sipping your beverage, you happened to try blueberry-flavored milk for the first time. "this is an interesting flavor," you remarked.

"really? what brand is it?" kageyama asked, attempting to hold your hand with the milk carton while leaning closer to you, making his face close to yours.

once again, you panic and quickly hand him the carton instead, "i-i don't know. you can check it yourself." you stood up to gather your things, suggesting, "let's go now," with hinata obediently following. he urged kageyama to hurry up as he remained on the floor with the now-empty blueberry milk carton.

from that moment, thoughts began to swirl in kageyama's mind—why did you keep avoiding him? was he making you uncomfortable? did you not like being close to him? was he being too much?

walking back to your classrooms, kageyama was stopped in his thoughts when he noticed hinata subtly linking his arm with yours. "y/n-chan! look!" hinata excitedly pointed out a stall being set up outside the window for the upcoming school festival.

you squealed with excitement and both of you jumped up and down, holding hands. kageyama couldn't help but notice the contrast—why was it okay for hinata to touch you like this, but not him? was he doing something wrong? did you dislike him?

"aren't you excited, kageyama?" hinata's question pulled him back from his thoughts. he quickly masked his inner turmoil and casually walked past both of you, muttering, "i don't care", making hinata complain about his lack of school spirit, while you just giggled in response.

back in the present, you continued cheering for tanaka's team after your interaction with him, prompting hinata to playfully pout, "y/n-chan, cheer for us too!"

you laughed and nodded, encouraging everyone with a big smile. “do your best too, hinata! tsukishima, kageyama!” kageyama would normally be melting inside, but today his mind was all over the place, frustrated. this drove him to be set on winning.

i don’t need to be close to you. i don’t even need your cheers. he resolved silently (and pettily), i'll prove it. and he did.

as practice ended with his team's victory, everyone dispersed, leaving you and kageyama, since you were walking in the same direction. "thanks for your hard work," you greeted him cheerfully, but he merely nodded, avoiding eye contact.

trying to engage him in conversation, you remarked on his performance, but kageyama's responses remained curt. "you were really cool as always, but you seemed even more fired up today after seeing tanaka-senpai’s spike," you commented lightly, trying to lighten the mood.

"you're so petty," you teased with a giggle, but kageyama stayed silent, lost in his thoughts.

as you walked and chatted animatedly about a recent volleyball match, a bicycle approached unnoticed.

just in time, kageyama noticed and instinctively pulled you closer, holding your hand to prevent you from getting hurt. flustered by his sudden action—and the fact that he was holding your hand—you looked at him in surprise.

"watch where you're going," kageyama said gruffly, his hands holding yours intensely. you awkwardly laughed off the situation, "i'm sorry. thanks though!"

glancing at your hands still together, you attempted to pull away. “you can let go now,” you try to smile.

there you go again, he thinks. he’s been experiencing this from you for days and it’s been pissing him off. he’s had enough.

kageyama held on to his grip on yours. "no," he said firmly and looked ahead. confused, "what? it’s fine, really, you don’t have to hold my hand,” you try to assure him and continued to let go of his hand.

his expression softened slightly as he slowly looked at you, revealing a hint of vulnerability beneath his usual tough exterior. "why, can't i hold your hand?" he questioned, his voice quieter but determined.

you were taken aback by his question. where is this coming from? you never really noticed anything unusual about his behavior—at least, not that you were aware of.

you try to stay calm for now. "what do you mean? of course you can, but there's no need to anymo—"

"that's a lie. you don't even let me touch you." he maintains eye contact with you. you can't quite grasp what he means yet, but despite the firmness in his voice, his eyes seem to be pleading, as if he's waiting for something.

"do i make you uncomfortable, y/n?" he asks while you're still processing the situation. you shake your head. "no, not at all."

"then why can't i hold your hand?" he continues. "you let the other members do it all the time, especially hinata. why do you treat me so differently?"

shit.

technically, you know why you were acting this way. you just never thought that this was something kageyama would even think or care about, so you just behaved this way naturally.

"i…" nothing else comes out. at this point, you and kageyama are having a staring contest. you want to go home—you’re nervous as hell—but he’s looking at you like he won’t leave until you answer him. "where is this coming from, kageyama?"

"hinata links arms with you, holds hands with you. sugawara-senpai pats your head all the time. tanaka-senpai has a habit of putting his arm around you whenever you compliment him—all of them get to touch you like that, and you don’t even care. but i just come and sit closer to you, and you back away already?"

honestly, you are amazed at how he remembers your interactions with the other members. to you, what they did was nothing to think about, but kageyama noticed every detail.

you knew kageyama—well, at least this trait of his; the fact that he is actually opening up about this means it has bothered him for quite some time. it dumbfounds you that these "small" things to you actually mattered to him—a lot, maybe even more than you realize.

you look down at the ground, breaking eye contact. "y/n—"

"you are right, kageyama, it is different."

"because i don't care if the others do it to me," you say, lifting your gaze back to him, a sense of vulnerability in your eyes this time. "but i care when you do."

you see the surprise on his face. "too much that it could kill me, honestly." he looks bewildered. "w-what? i don't understand."

"unlike the others, i…" your cheeks flush, and your eyes linger somewhere else again as you brace yourself for what you're about to say. "i want you to touch me."

this shocks kageyama, but leaves him wanting more answers.

"i want you to be close to me like that so badly, but it’s too much—it feels selfish. i mean, it’s not like you’re going to benefit much from that. it's all just for myself. i bet you don't want to do that, so i purposely avoided physical contact with you."

there was a few seconds of silence before he could even respond to that. "idiot," he whispers while keeping his head down, but loud enough for you to hear. you look at him, quite embarrassed that you just lowkey confessed to him, and now he's calling you an idiot. he takes a breath and closes his eyes. "why? i just answered you—"

"i want to!" he shouts, his voice rising sharply.

now, you both keep surprising each other.

"i'm not complaining here just because i think you treat me differently from them! hell, i couldn't care any less if it was anyone else. but it's you, y/n."

"i'm frustrated because i want to touch you like that too!"

he looks away, feeling shy. "i want to hold your hand and pat your head when i want to. i want to stand and sit close to you so i can feel you beside me. i want to be able to hug you when i score a point during a match," he pauses, "although i don't think you're allowed on the bench during a match—but that's not the point!"

he looks so cute, but this is also all new to you. you don't know how to feel about his confession. you don't know if this literally means he likes you (which you do too), but one thing is for sure.

you weren't being selfish after all.

"so, please, y/n…"

"let me. and don't avoid me," he says. "it hurts when you do, you know."

your eyes fill with concern. you take a few seconds before speaking again, "kageyama."

he looks at you shyly. "what?"

you respond by grabbing his hand, intertwining it with yours. "okay."

he looks down to see your hands together, and his face turns bright red. "you can hold my hand." he looks up to see your smiling face.

"i'm sorry for avoiding you like that. i thought you really didn't mind. and cared. thank you for telling me what you felt," you apologize.

he shakes his head. "no, you did nothing wrong. and i'm not actually mad, you know…"

"i was just frustrated. i'm sorry i kind of shouted just now."

you shake your head and start to walk again, letting your linked hands guide him as well. "no, no. i know. i'm even glad you let it all out. that's a big step, in my opinion, after knowing you these past months," you say.

he looks at you, his eyes widening slightly in surprise. it's as if he didn't expect you to notice. you didn't show any trace of anger or hurt after how he acted just now—you even cared about what he felt. his expression softens, a mix of amazement and shy delight flickering across his face and looks away again. "well, that's what i'm trying to learn these days."

"that's good," you give him what he thinks is the sweetest smile.

you both continue walking hand-in-hand towards the street corner where you usually part ways—kageyama takes the bus while you head in the other direction to the train station. after your intense and revealing conversation, the rest of the walk is quiet.

"y/n," he breaks the silence, and you look at him, urging him to say what he wants.

"uh, you know," he looks shy again, scratching the back of his head.

"what is it?" you ask.

"i'm just saying this to put it out there, but…" he squirms, "you can call me by my first name if you want to."

you are taken aback first by what he says. after absorbing his words, you laugh, and he continues to blush.

"all right, tobio."

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flemingology · 26 days ago

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first time ─ jessie fleming x reader

in which: you and jessie take the next step in your relationship

warnings: smut (18+), g!p sex, oral (r receiving), penetrative sex (r receiving), dirty talk

wc: 4.6K, used a couple prompts from @delusionisaplace!

a/n: Let's say jessie is still at chelsea here, just to make sense of the tiny bit of plot there is at the beginning of this fic, lol. also, this is... pure filth. I don't know why this was the fic that got me out of my writer's block but yeah, have it. also if the whole g!p thing is NOT your thing, then don't read it! the warning is there for a reason. it's my first time writing this dynamic, so I'm sorry if it's kinda shitty. as usual, not proofread. sorry for any mistakes.

You kept rolling your hips down into Jessie's lap, another whine escaping your lips as you could feel her growing cock pressing into you with every brush against her hips. Your head was buried in your girlfriend's neck, lips parted and softly panting as you fisted your hands in her hair. "Fuck, Jess, if we don't stop now we are not making it in time to Leah's," you said, with the last remaining bit of dignity lingering inside of you.

Leah had invited some of her Arsenal teammates and their plus ones over for a big dinner at her place, to which you'd eagerly agreed when you first got the invitation. After a bit of convincing, you'd managed to get Jessie on board too – the self-consciousness about being the only Chelsea player in a predominantly Arsenal-covered living room quickly washed away with the prospect of a little mingling with old and new friends in sight.

Right now, though, a dinner with friends was the last thing on Jessie's mind. Admittedly, it wasn't really at the front of yours either. Your every thought now laced with pleasure, you tried your absolute hardest to keep a little bit of self-control before you lost yourself completely in Jessie's touch, in the feeling of her burgeoning hard-on pressing against your awaiting core.

"Yeah", Jessie breathed against you, forcing her eyes closed because your blissed out face was pushing her towards an edge she didn't want to be at yet, "yeah, you're right," she said, but made no move to stop or get up, if anything she pushed your hips harder against hers.

You lifted your head from her neck in a vain attempt to regain some control, but seeing Jessie's baby hairs sticking against her forehead that was covered in a sheen layer of sweat, a frown etched upon her face as she concentrated on being good for you with her eyes closed, there wasn't a single cell in your body that wanted anything else but this.

"Fuck it," you mumbled underneath your breath, "we'll make up an excuse later," it was the last bit of encouragement that Jessie needed, already lifting you up from the couch before you even got a chance at finishing your sentence. You squealed as she lifted you up and you put your legs around her waist, hanging onto her while she manoeuvred the two of you up the stairs and into her bedroom.

You and Jessie hadn't gone much further than a few heated make-out sessions on either of your couches yet. The relationship was fairly new and as much as you were completely infatuated by her, you'd promised each other to take it slow. But the past week, anytime Jessie did anything but breathe near you, you wanted nothing more than to jump her bones – you were ovulating, in your defense. So when you rang her doorbell that night, having gotten ready in your own apartment for Leah's dinner, and Jessie opened the door in a white button-up shirt that was tucked into a pair of black slacks that perfectly hugged her muscular thighs, you knew you wouldn't have the self control to restrain yourself tonight.

Jessie's button-up shirt and your dress long forgotten – not without the promise that you'd wear it again for her – your girlfriend placed you on the bed and crawled on top of you. "You drive me crazy, baby, honestly. I need you so bad," she said, pulling a moan from you. Jessie had always been – and still was – quite reserved. She had her moments with you where she would turn into herself, but those were rare. With other people, though, it was rare that they would see Jessie let loose. So when you discovered that Jessie was quite the dirty talker in bed, it's safe to say you more than were surprised. Pleasantly surprised, that's for sure.

Your Canadian peppered kisses all over your face, your cheek and jawline until she reached the base of your neck, where she let her wet tongue glide over the sensitive skin all the way back up until she reached your ear, where she softly nipped on your earlobe. All your senses were overwhelmed with Jessie – you saw, heard, felt and smelled nothing but her. And you loved it.

A couple moments later Jessie still found her face nuzzled into your neck, sucking, kissing and licking all over the skin there. And as much as you liked it and it felt good, you were starting to feel quite the throb between your legs – and you wanted, needed, her to do something about it.

"Jess", you said breathily, to which she lifted her head. "Please, I need you," you continued, to which a small smirk tugged at her lips. "What do you need, love?" she asked. You groaned and threw your head back. "Your mouth, your fingers, your dick. Anything, Jess." A shiver rolled down Jessie's spine as you finished talking, purely due to the excitement of what was about to come.

The Canadian wasn't particularly someone for one-night stands, she simply loved too hard to be able to fuck someone without catching any sorts of feelings for them. That, combined with her busy schedule, meant she hadn't dated in a good while. Meaning that, for the last couple of years, the only relief Jessie could give herself was the pumping of her own hand. Merely the thought of her length being enveloped in your warm tunnel had her almost bursting.

She slowly made her way down, pressing open-mouthed kisses all over your body. You could feel her sucking your skin and marking you up, but you didn't have an ounce of self-control left in your body anymore to tell her to stop. She reached your underwear and teased you by dipping one finger underneath the waistband, but not trailing further.

"Can I take this off?" she asked softly, earning a nod from you. "I'm gonna need words, beautiful," she said, when you didn't speak up further. "I know you can do that for me," she continued, which caused you to blush. "Yeah-, yeah, that's okay. Only if you undress too," you replied. Jessie glanced down at her own body and noticed that she was still half-dressed, her lower body still covered. She stood up quickly and kicked off her trousers and socks – her swollen cock a little less restrained which caused her to sigh a breath of relief – before settling her body between your legs again.

A smile tugged at the corners of her lips when she pulled your underwear down your legs, a string of your arousal connected to the garment. "You're soaked baby, god, you're so hot," Jessie mumbled.

Your girlfriend skipped the teasing and torturing and delved straight in, your scent way too intoxicating for the Canadian to wait any longer to taste you. Jessie licked a long, slow stripe from your entrance up to your clit, gathering your arousal in her mouth and spreading it all over your lips. You couldn't hold back the moan that escaped your lips upon the feeling of Jessie's warm tongue against your heat.

"Fuck, Jess, that's so good," you said breathlessly. You had been uncertain and insecure about this moment for a long time, but you couldn't have wished for a better time to take the next step in your relationship. You were pulled out of your thoughts when Jessie took your sensitive nub in her mouth and teasingly flicked her tongue across it, earning a grunt from you. You tangled your hands in her curls and gave a sharp tug when you felt her teeth graze your clit, the sting subsiding quickly when she started sucking on it again.

It wasn't long before you started to feel a tightening sensation starting to bubble up inside of you. Jessie's tongue was working wonders against your core and you were seriously questioning why it had taken the two of you so long to get to this point. The room was filled with the sounds of your moans and the squelching of your drenched core, riling you up further – if that was even possible. Jessie hadn't even used her fingers yet and she had you teetering on the edge.

"Jess," you breathed, trying to form a coherent sentence while the Canadian was sucking and licking on you at a relentless pace. "I'm close, baby, you're gonna make me cum," you continued. Jessie hummed into your pussy, not relenting by any means. In response, she squeezed your thighs that were resting on her shoulders. Your moans rose in pitch as she brought you closer and closer to your high, not letting her pace waver once you started squirming and bucking underneath her.

"Oh fuck, Jess, fuck, I'm cumming," you mustered, right before you felt the coil in your belly snap. You arched your back off the bed and threw your head back, your thighs locking around Jessie's head whose ministrations kept going. You let out a loud moan as you started to come down, your girlfriend guiding you through your orgasm and eventually releasing your lips with a pop as you started growing sensitive.

You dropped your legs from Jessie's shoulders and rested them on the mattress, trying to catch your breath from the mind-blowing orgasm you just had. "Fuck, that was good," you said, not needing to glance at Jessie to know there was a smug smirk plastered on her face. She rested her head on your thigh and pressed soft kisses, waiting for you to come down from your high.

A couple moments later you managed to catch your breath, and opened your eyes to look at her. "You're amazing", you said, a light smile tugging at your lips. You couldn't miss the small blush that crept upon your girlfriend's cheeks at your words. "Thank you, baby, I love making you feel good," she replied.

Another few moments of silence went by before you spoke up. "What about you?" you said, wanting nothing more than to return the favor but not really knowing how to approach the subject. After all, you were quite nervous, to put it lightly. You had never had sex with a dick before, and you definitely didn't know whether you were going to be any good at it – whether you would like it even. Jessie and you had talked about it countless of times, talked about what you thought you would like and not like, because the last thing she wanted was to make you uncomfortable or to hurt you in the moment.

"What about me?" Jessie quipped back, but you didn't miss the glint in her eyes. She climbed up your body and laid her head on your chest before you replied. "I want you to feel good too," you said softly, to which she let out a little chuckle. "Pleasuring you is more than enough, baby," she said, to which you rolled your eyes. "I'm not having that, Fleming. You know what I mean."

Jessie chuckled and looked up at you. "Are you sure? I know we said we'd take things slow on this regard," she asked. She was right. You had told her that you wanted to take things slow. You were more than comfortable with the Canadian but you didn't want to rush into things. You nodded, taking a deep breath before continuing the conversation. "Yeah, you're right. I did say that. But this feels good. It feels right," you said, tucking a strand of hair behind Jessie's ear. "So if it feels right for you too, I'm more than willing to try some things."

"It feels more than right, you know that, but I just want to make sure that you feel okay with all of this. I'd never want to rush you into doing things you'd rather not," Jessie said softly, tracing patterns on your bare chest. You pressed a kiss against her crown and took her chin between your thumb and index finger, tilting her head up towards you. You gave her an appreciative look before you spoke. "You're perfect, Jess. I love how mindful you are being, but I promise that I'm okay with this. I'd tell you if I wasn't."

Jessie gave you a nod and a warm smile before rolling off your body and sitting up, seemingly a bit nervous about her next step. She looked around hesitantly around the room. "You okay, Jess?" you inquired, now sitting up against the headboard. "Y-yeah, I was just," she breathed, voice slightly wavering. You frowned, wondering what had gotten Jessie visibly upset. "We're on the same page, right?" she asked. You cocked an eyebrow at your girlfriend. "I think so, yeah? I don't know what you mean, but I don't see how we couldn't be."

Jessie seemed to relax a little at your words. "Is it okay if I grab a condom, then?" you chuckled at her question, shaking her head in disbelief before speaking up again. "Of course, Jess, why are you so nervous about that?"

"I don't know, we hadn't verbally agreed on what we wanted next and I didn't want to just grab a condom if I wasn't sure that this is what you wanted," she explained. A small smile tugged at your lips as you leant in and cupped her cheek, pressing a tender kiss against her lips before you replied. "You're adorable. Thank you for checking in. But yeah I can confirm that this," you gestured towards Jessie's hand that was resting on the nightstand and then down towards her still-hardened member, "is what I want."

Jessie's cheeks turned a deeper shade of red and she cast her gaze away from yours, slightly embarrassed at her own uncertainty. Nonetheless, she opened her nightstand and rummaged around until she found an unopened pack of condoms. "It's been ages since I've used these, but I'm pretty sure they're not expired yet," Jessie said with a toothy grin on her face. "Well, we should make sure to get some new ones then next time we're grocery shopping," you said, a teasing smile adorning your lips as you spoke to your girlfriend. "Big plans huh?" she inquired, before bringing the condom packet to her mouth and ripping it open.

You watched on in awe as Jessie slipped the top of the condom over her tip and rolled the rest down her length. It was safe to say that Jessie's member was above average length. It was quite wide and thick. On another day, if your heart wasn't pounding in your chest, you would've probably made a comment about it. You had never had sex with a dick before, so it was safe to say that you were quite nervous about taking her, if you were going to be able to at all.

Jessie made her way back over to you and spread your legs again, settling her body in between yours as she sat back on her heels. She caressed your thighs gently and relented from doing anything, letting you set the pace for now. She could tell you were nervous. She offered you a warm, small smile before speaking up. "I'll be gentle with you, I promise. I wouldn't want to hurt you, ever," you nodded and gave your girlfriend an appreciative nod. She knew you'd never had penetrative sex with a dick before. She also knew you were nervous, so it meant a lot to you that she was reassuring you like this.

"I know. I trust you," you said, before you scooted a little closer to her, trying to wordlessly let her know that you were ready. Jessie got the hint and pushed her body towards you, hovering over you on her knees as she adjusted so her dick was lining up with your entrance. You watched on between your bodies in awe as Jessie grabbed her length and softly pushed it up and down between your folds, repeatedly bumping against your clit. You couldn't suppress the soft whimpers that escaped your lips. A couple moments later, Jessie looked up to you and searched your eyes for any signs of uncertainty. She wanted to make sure that you were fully comfortable before she pushed further. You grabbed her hand that was situated on your hip, keeping herself up, and gave it a tight squeeze.

Jessie took it as encouragement and lined herself up with your entrance, ever so slowly inching forward. She kept her eyes trained on your face as she entered you, making sure she didn't miss any signs of discomfort as she stretched you out. You closed your eyes and bit your lip as you focused on the feeling of Jessie's hardened member entering you. Despite a first orgasm, you hadn't loosened much and you could feel the way she was stretching you out. A frown was etched on your face as you tried to compose your breathing. You tried your best to relax and to loosen up for her, but Jessie couldn't push further.

"Just let it happen, baby, don't think about it too much. I can feel you tightening around me," Jessie spoke up softly. You nodded wordlessly, taking a deep breath in and trying to relax further. Jessie was still on her knees between your legs, patiently stretching you out. She, too, was having a hard time at remaining composed. Not so much because of discomfort, but mainly because she lost herself in the feeling of being wrapped up in your heat. She wasn't in deep, by any means, but your warmth was enveloping her tip and she loved the feeling.

A couple minutes, a lot of trial and error and deep breaths later, Jessie's hips were finally flush against yours. It hadn't been easy, but the feeling of being filled by your girlfriend was nothing like you'd ever experienced. Jessie was hovering over you now, wanting to be close to you instead of on her knees between your legs. "Does this feel fine?" Jessie whispered in your ear, not wanting to disturb you too much while you were adjusting to her length inside of you. You nodded wordlessly, letting your nails rake over Jessie's back. "Yeah," you breathed out. "Yeah, this is okay."

A couple more moments passed before you spoke up again. "I think I'm ready for you to move," you said tentatively. Jessie lifted her head and looked at you, searching your eyes for any discomfort. "Okay," she breathed, pressing a tender kiss against your forehead. Jessie slowly pulled her hips back, pulling out of you just until she reached the tip. She moaned softly at the sensation, pushing back inside of you and filling you to the hilt. "Fuck," you whimpered, "do that again, please."

Jessie eyed you curiously and pulled back once more, making sure her tip stayed inside of you. "Like this?" she asked, earning a wordless nod from you. She grinned slightly, pushing back inside of you and letting your warm tunnel envelop her length. "You feel so tight around me, darling, you're so hot."

By now, you had comfortably adjusted to Jessie's length. Even though you could still feel her stretching you out with every thrust, most of the uncomfortable feeling was now replaced with pleasure. Jessie found a steady rhythm that felt good to both of you, pushing in and out of you while making sure you were comfortable.

The room was now filled with the sounds of your shared moans and the squelching of your core every time Jessie pushed inside of you. You were undeniably wetter than you'd ever been. Not only the feeling of being fucked by your girlfriend and being so close to each other, the thought of her filling you up again and again was doing things to you too.

Jessie's breathing became slightly ragged the longer you continued. You could feel her thrusts were becoming a little less regular and you wondered if those were the telltale signs of her growing closer to her orgasm. You wished you could say the same, though. Although it felt good, you didn't know whether this was doing it for you. You realized that you should tell Jessie, because she wouldn't forgive herself if she came and you didn't.

You pressed your hand against Jessie's chest which caused her to halt her movements, looking up at you worriedly. "I don't think it's going to work like this, Jess. This feels good, but I don't know if it's going to get me there," you said, an inevitable blush creeping up your cheeks. "I'm sorry."

Jessie shook her head and spoke adamantly. "Don't be sorry, please. We have all night, okay? No need to rush," she said, while leaning down and pressing a loving kiss against your lips before she sat back on her heels and slowly pulled herself out of you, watching on amazedly as your core tried to suck her back in. "Like what you see?" you teased, a smile tugging at your lips. "Yeah. I do, this is hot."

Jessie pulled out of you completely and took your hands in hers. "Is there anything you would like to try? Something you think might feel better?" Jessie inquired. You shrugged, dropping the eye contact and looking away from your girlfriend. You had an idea, but you were slightly embarrassed to voice it. She frowned, grabbing your chin between her thumb and index finger and tilting your head towards hers again. "It's just me, baby, please tell me what you've got on your mind."

Your already-red face turned a shade darker, another blush creeping on your cheeks as you locked eyes with her. "Do you maybe want to, uhm, try a different position?" you asked softly, uncertainty laced in your voice. Jessie chuckled lightly and smiled brightly at you. "Of course I want to try a different position, love," Jessie reassured you, giving your hands an appreciative squeeze as you looked up at her.

You didn't really know how to progress further. You could tell that Jessie expected further explanation from you, probably an insight to what position you wanted to try. You were still feeling quite apprehensive about the whole situation, but you mustered up the courage to go further. "Maybe... uhm, do you maybe want to try from the back?"

Jessie's face lit up at what you said, a smug smile tugging at the corners of her lips. "Yeah," she chuckled, "I'm more than down to try from the back," Jessie sat back a bit to give you more room to work with, you shuffling from underneath her. You rolled your body over and pushed yourself up, holding your body up on your hands and knees. Jessie moved too, positioning her body behind yours and making sure the both of you were comfortably in the middle of the mattress.

"God, I wish you could see how good you looked from this angle," Jessie whispered. Her eyes were trained on your entrance, that was clenching around nothing. Your folds were sopping wet, your arousal smeared out all over them adding to the sensations. You turned your head and looked at your girlfriend over your shoulder, chuckling as you noticed her staring at you in awe. "You're a dork, you know that?"

Jessie let out a breathy laugh and shuffled closer to you, her dick lining up with your entrance again. "I know I am, that's why you love me" she said, not wasting another second and pushing herself inside of you again. "Oh," you said, your breath hitching in your throat at the feeling of being filled again. "Oh, yeah, that's good."

"Fuck, that's so much better, Jess. Keep going, please," you whimpered, Jessie's dick hitting your sweet spot repeatedly from the renewed angle. The Canadian propped one of her legs up next to your body for extra leverage and held your waist and started pushing in and out of you at a relentless pace. Now that she knew for sure that this felt good for you, there was no longer that mental barrier.

Your moans and whimpers only spurred her on, pleasure taking over her thoughts as her dick was enveloped in your warmth. "God, you feel so good inside of me, Jess, fuck," you got out. "Nothing will ever come close to the feeling of you around my dick, baby."

You started moving your hips back against Jessie's in time with her thrusts as a long moan escaped the Canadian's throat. "Fuck, you're incredible," she said, as you were adding to her pleasure. "You look so good like this baby, taking me so well. You're doing so good.

Her praise did inexplicable things to you. To know that you were making her feel good was working wonders on your ego. You'd been worried that you weren't going to be good enough for her, especially in the beginning as you'd have to find your footing in sex with Jessie, but tonight had blown all your doubts away.

Just as before, you could tell that Jessie was growing close to a release. This time, though, you could feel the same for you. The familiar tightening sensation started boiling up again, your breaths becoming uneven and your thrusts back against Jessie losing their strength.

"Are you close, baby? You wanna cum for me?" Jessie asked, seemingly reading your mind. You groaned deeply and mustered up a response. "God, yes, please Jessie, let me cum," you begged her. "Begging already, huh? I wasn't even denying you of anything," Jessie said with a touch of degradation in her voice which turned you on further, if that was even possible.

You threw your head down against the mattress and groaned again, not having the strength to muster up a smart response. "Go ahead, baby, cum for me, cum all over my cock," the Canadian said, finishing you off with a few harsh thrusts before you bursted all over her length, spitting out moan after moan. It wasn't long before Jessie came too, rutting harshly into you as she spurted ropes of cum into her condom. She groaned as she pulled your body flush against hers, now both of you on your knees as she fucked you through both of your orgasms.

Jessie brought of you down against the mattress when you had both come down. She laid wordlessly on top of you as she tried to compose herself and regain her breath, her dick softening and falling out of your still-drenched core. She rolled over onto her back and opened her arms for you to fall into, your head resting on her chest. You listened to her heart that was rapidly pumping.

You were the first to speak up after a couple moments. "God, that was amazing. You were amazing. I love you so much," you accentuated her words with a couple tender kisses against Jessie's lips. She smiled into the kiss. "If anything, all credit goes to you. You told me you'd never had sex with a dick before, but honestly I couldn't tell. You're everything and more," Jessie said, pulling you closer to her.

After cleaning each other up, you spent the rest of the evening in comfy clothing in each other's arms, sprawled out over the bed watching some tv. "We're gonna have to find a good excuse for Leah, by the way. I checked my phone earlier and noticed a couple missed calls."

Jessie chuckled and continued rubbed soothing patterns up and down your back. "Next time we'll make sure not to miss a dinner you agreed to. I just really couldn't withstand you this time," the midfielder confessed. "Well, that makes both of us," you pressed another tender, lingering kiss against Jessie's lips. Before long, you both drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

#woso #woso community #woso imagine #woso x reader #jessie fleming #jessie fleming x reader #jflem #portland thorns #canada wnt

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thoughtidtry · 6 months ago

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Dress Pt.2 - LN

SUMMARY: Lando's best friend can't keep pretending he's not her everything. Not after missing seeing him in person for so long. PAIRING: Lando Norris X LongDistanceBestfriendfem!reader A/N: Inspired by Lando's race win and song Dress by Taylor Swift. 2.6k+ words (Honestly thought it would be shorter lol) LMK in the comments if you would like a pt.3! Part: 1 2 3

"Inescapable, I'm not even gonna try."

From the moment you were in Lando's arms, he never let go more than he had to. While showing you around the McLaren garage he made sure to guide you through with slight touches or nudges in the right direction. You knew there was no way he was letting you out of his sight. With his hand placed firmly on the small of your back, he explained every corner of the garage in painstaking detail while knowing you probably didn't really care. Something about the way you attentively listen though made it seem like you hung on his every word.

Really, you had just missed his voice. Phone calls could only do so much to make up for the distance between you two. It had been something you both had gotten used to over time. Now you didn't know if you could ever go back to not being beside him. The hours before the race started passed faster than you had hoped they would. Something just clicked when you were together like you had never been apart in the first place.

Soon you watched from the side as Lando talked with the engineers and strategists about the race plan. You had seen him in racing attire before, back in secondary school, but the memory did not prepare you for just how good he looked. He couldn't stop smiling, not when he felt your gaze on his every move. After he had finished talking to everyone, he made his way back over to you with a headset in hand.

"Here let me put this on you, it connects to the radio in my car so you can hear me during the race."

You nodded along in understanding as he placed the headset on your head and fixed it to the correct settings. Earlier, Lando had told you they recently made upgrades to the car and that it would be the first race to test them. This made you hopeful for the results of the race, you knew how much Lando wanted a win. The excitement of everyone in the garage could be felt as they made final preparations.

"You're gonna do great Lan, I just know it."

You beamed up at him with the widest smile possible. Lando couldn't help but smirk a bit letting your confidence boost his own. He reached to stroke your cheek as he spoke.

" Of course I will, I've got you here to cheer me on. I always do better when I know you're watching the race. Just imagine how I'll do today with you actually here."

You look away feeling yourself start to blush while trying to figure out how to respond to that. Luckily, Lando's name was called as the race was about to start. Quickly, you stand and swiftly peck his cheek whispering good luck in his ear before pushing him towards the calling engineers. He looked back, shaking his head a bit before jogging to put his helmet and other stuff on.

"My hands are shaking from holding back from you"

Watching a race in person was exhilarating for you. The energy in the garage made every turn, overtake, and pit stop more suspenseful. Getting to hear Lando’s voice through it all made the race even more real. He hadn’t had a good start to the race but was quickly making up for it by getting the fastest lap multiple times.

A crash happened towards the back of the race resulting in a safety car being put onto the track. Lando had already passed the pit when the car was released, giving him an edge. Once the race started again his engineer was avid about keeping a gap between him and Max. As the final laps dwindled, you felt overcome with hope. This could be it, Lando’s first win.

As Lando crossed the finish line you heard his cheers over the radio. The joy and relief was evident as you knew how long he had waited for this.

One of the mechanics was kind enough to escort you over to where the winners would park their cars. The whole McLaren garage ended up walking together to the spots. Once you all arrived, you slipped a bit away. As much as this was Lando’s win it was theirs and they didn’t need some random girl in the middle of their celebration.

You watch from your spot as Lando pulls up and stands on the top of his cars. The crowd was cheering his name and many drivers made a beeline for him after parking their own cars. It was clear how loved he was not only by his own team but by everyone here. His large smile would forever be etched into your mind as he received hugs from everyone and even started a crowd surf with the McLaren employees. Your hand were shaking with all the excitement built up in your system.

Everything was perfect, at least you thought so, but you noticed Lando kept looking around. Was there a specific driver he was looking for or some important person?

Lando was on cloud nine getting out of his car parked in P1. He was a race winner after so long fighting for this moment it felt right to have you here. He wanted to find you and celebrate as soon as possible.

As all the drivers came up to him he wanted to soak in the moment but he just kept looking around for you. Were you still at the garage? Turning to see the McLaren team waiting behind the barrier he knew what they were waiting for.

Starting at a full sprint he launched himself into their awaiting arms. It was then on top of his teammate he caught a glimpse of you off to the side with a smile as bright as the sun. As soon as he was back on his feet he was making his way to you.

When Lando’s eyes found you it was like time stopped for a few moments. Before you knew it he was headed straight for you. He crashed into you, wrapping you up in a bone-crushing hug while lifting you off your feet. You squeal a bit as he begins to spin you both around before tilting your head back to laugh.

“You did it Lan! You won!”

Lando set you back on the ground as you started to speak. He could see the spark of joy in your eyes as you spoke.

“Told you I’d do better with you here”

Lando exclaimed, smirking as he looked down at you in admiration.

“Knowing you were cheering for me made all the difference. I couldn’t disappoint you after you came all this way.”

You rolled your eyes at his comment, he could never disappoint you. It didn’t matter to you whether he came in first or very last place as long as he was happy. Before you could tell him that a staff member came up to grab Lando for his post win interviews. He nodded to let them know he was on his way and let you know he’d be only about half an hour. Calling another McLaren mechanic over, he asked if they would see you back to his driver room after the podium till he was finished with the media.

With that he was off and you followed the mechanic over to where the podium celebration was to be held. The ceremony was amazing as the two other drivers covered Lando head to toe in champagne. He didn’t even have a chance to open his before the other two started their assault which made you laugh. Once they had moved on to their next victim, Lando walked to the front of the podium doing his signature move to start spraying the champagne all over the crowd before spraying the other driver as well.

"I don't want you like a best friend"

The interviews didn’t take long so Lando was back and ready to leave the paddock not long after arriving. Oscar had been sneaky when helping you book a hotel for your stay and you were apparently staying at the same place as the drivers were.

Lando noted to thank Oscar again as he ushered you to his car stopping along the way to sign autographs and take pictures. He filled you on the plans for tonight as you drove and what time to be ready by.

Once at the hotel, you went to your separate hotel rooms to get ready. You pulled a dress out of your suitcase packed specifically for this see Lando again. It was a beautiful purple dress that hugged the top of your torso while still being flowy. After taking a shower and getting ready you texted Lando to let him know. Turns out most of the drivers were already dressed and down in the lobby. Quickly you grabbed your clutch and made your way down.

Lando was smiling as he put his phone away after answering your text. He and a couple other drivers had finished getting dressed early so they were in the lobby while waiting for the rest. He felt a nudge on his shoulder and found all the other drive smirking at him with knowing eyes. Max was the one to speak up always most blunt when it came to feelings.

"So are you gonna tell her how you feel or are you just gonna let her go again?"

He didn't know much about your friendship with Lando but he knew the younger boy was smitten. The other drivers piled on words of encouragement and how they could tell you liked him back. The more the others added, the pinker Lando's cheeks got until he finally defended himself.

" I just don't want to lose her guys. Now shut up she is on her way down."

The other drivers chuckled while shaking their heads but they left Lando alone after that which he was thankful for. Looking around he noticed you starting to make your way over and stopped in his tracks. He hadn't forgotten how beautiful you were but in that dress, it was like you were enchanted. He knew Max was right, he wanted more from you than just a friendship, he always had. Ever since that day in secondary when he had introduced himself he had wanted more, to know you more, hear your laugh more, be near you more.

The sound of laughing gave away their location long before you saw the group. From the looks of it, they had been teasing Lando about something as his face was lightly pink. He was looking towards the ground wearing all black and a backward cap. It made you smile a bit at how flustered he seemed by whatever they had said. Only a few seconds had passed when he caught your presence.

You grew a little nervous under his gaze and began to play with the hem of your dress as you came to a stop in front of him. Looking up into his eyes, a mostly green color now, you softly whispered

"Hey, Lan."

You clear your throat while tearing your eyes away from his to speak to the whole group.

"Hey guys, everyone ready to celebrate?"

The other driver let out a cheer and Carlos showed up a moment later. Apparently, he was the last one the group was waiting on so everyone began to decide how we were getting to the club.

“Only bought this dress so you could take it off”

Once at the club the boy immediately went to grab drinks while you stayed back with the other drivers' girlfriends. Girlfriends. Something you could only wish to be. They were nice and asked many questions about how you were, what you do, and how long you have known Lando. You explained with ease the timeline that led you here. Lily was the first to speak, seeming to be a bit in shock.

"Wait, you're the mysterious best friend? The one Lando has kept hidden away like a treasured prize?"

The other girl nodded in agreement at her statement. Had Lando been too embarrassed to talk about you? You felt a bit ashamed for a moment looking down. Lily was the first to notice, adding on with a kind smile and a bit of laughter.

"Oh, no! It's not a bad thing! Trust me. He lights up anytime you even text him. It's more like he doesn't want to share you honestly. I was just surprised he finally let the princess out of her tower to be seen by the rest of us. That boy is head over heels-"

Before Lily could finish her sentence you felt an arm snake around your waist. You turned assuming it would be Lando but you had been mistaken. The man before you was taller with brown eyes and reddish-brown hair.

"Hey, wanna go dance with me beautiful?"

The man smiled as he looked you up and down. He wasn't a bad-looking guy, not as handsome as Lando though. Someone else probably would have agreed, but someone else wasn't in love with their best friend. You tried to step away as his hand on your waist just felt wrong but he was able to grab onto your arm before you were fully free.

"Oh come on, just one dance couldn't hurt. I doubt your friends would mind."

You tried to pull your arm free but his grip was firm. The panic started to set in as you looked to see where Lando was. He would help, he would always save you.

"Her friends might not mind but her boyfriend definitely will."

A familiar voice called from behind you as your head snapped toward it in relief. There he was, your Lando, he looked pissed, flanked by an annoyed-looking Max and an angry-looking Carlos. The man quickly released your arm and turned to storm off with a scoff. You stumbled back a bit before Lando caught you. With no hesitation, he wrapped his arms around your waist before leaning down to speak in your ear.

"Can't let you out of my sight for a minute without someone trying to steal you huh?"

Your face turned bright red as you turned to him feeling a wave of confidence. Was he jealous? The look on his face was downright murderous at least. Wrapping your own arms around his neck, you leaned up to speak in his ear.

"We both know you're the only person this dress would come off for."

Lando stood in shock for a moment as his grip tightened on your waist. It only took a moment for his lips to crash into yours. You could taste the alcohol he had been drinking and feel how tense his body was before he relaxed into the kiss. Sure, you had kissed other guys before but never had anyone kissed you with so much overwhelming passion. Breaking away from the kiss he sighed.

"How about we get out of here?"

You can only nod still thunderstruck by how passionately he had kissed you. Lando smirked at the effect he has on you while leading you over to the group of driver not far away.

"Hey guys, were gonna head out."

The drivers look in between the two of you with knowing glances and exchange goodbyes with Lando as you two start to leave. You look back and wave goodbye to everyone as Lily gives you a thumbs-up. Blush rushes to your face as you both get into the taxi with Lando giving the hotel's address. You can't help but stare at him in the moonlight. He glances down at you with a smile.

" You know I'm never letting you go, right?"

You smile up at him with love-struck eyes. At this moment you decide, you would do want ever needed to stay by his side from then on. The company you worked for has offices abroad, and you could travel if needed, you would do anything to stay like this.

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thestrangestthlng · 7 days ago

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Thoughts and prayers rants...

So, now that I've had almost 48 hours to marinate on this and cycled through my emotions, I am in a much better headspace to talk on the whole 9-1-1 of it all.

But this bears repeating: We fell in love with Tommy because he made Buck fall in love with Evan.

So, first and foremost, I've decided that canon stopped for me at 8x05. lol. I am going to continue with my BT train like that shit show didn't happen. And for me, for a while, I am going to let the show end there. I will go back, probably after the hiatus, but not how I was. I do love all the characters on this show (some more than others) and I still want to be able to see their journey, but I need a break from that manipulation stunt. I'm still going to share all the positive BT stuff I see and all the beautiful Lou content I see.

Secondly, now that I am over the initial hurt of the breakup, I'm just mad. We were manipulated intentionally with 8x05 for us to feel worse when the break up happened. That was unnecessary. And that was cruel. And I know that a lot of this is because it was the icing on a shit week. Emotions were already raw due to the election and it was reallllllyyyy bad timing for this, but that doesn't make the way they did it okay, just that it can explain why there was such a strong reaction for many of us, on top of the completely justified anger.

Breakups happen, and that's okay. If it was the end of Tommy's time on the show, that's okay. I am a Buck girlie and I always will be. But... the breakup was reductive, stereotypical, and just poor storytelling. I get they want to leave doors open a crack, because you never truly know, but turning him into an OOC stereotypical biphobic gay man is disgusting. You had this beautiful thing and you shat on it. I am going to do another post about my personal relationship with groundbreaking storylines next.

That was a miscommunication. That was a breakup where someone chases after you and is like wtf actually just happened. It felt like whiplash, because that is not how breakups are formulated in media. You know how else you could have written him out of the story?

At the date (and the basketball tickets are actually a really sweet touch when you think about it) Tommy could have told Buck that he got a job offer in another city or state or that his parents are ill and he has to go home to take care of them and asked Buck to go with him. At the apartment, it could have been buck telling him that as much as he could see a future with him, he can't go with him.

Would it have sucked? Yes. But it wouldn't have induced this amount of rage.

For over six months Lou and BTs have been at the receiving amount of a ton of vitriol. And that's not to say that there weren't antagonizers on this side of the fence or that BTs never did anything wrong, but this isn't a both sides bullshit piece. People can suck everywhere, but only one "side" harassed an actor and his family with death threats, he read about the "stoning" calls, used slurs on a regular basis. All of this persisted for months for it to turn out that he was the only one who seemed to give a shit about the story and it's representation. There honestly doesn't seem like there would have been anyone better for it.

You know what's ironic? It was the Buddie's hate and vitriol that pulled me into fandom and made me love Tommy and then Lou. When they would run their mouths, I would look into it and I found a man who genuinely seems like (he is still someone we don't know) a wonderfully kind, sweethearted, genuine man. He looks like a bundle of light and his smile can warm even the coldest hearts. So their vitriol made me a fan. So thanks BoBs.

Buck and Tommy wasn't just about Buck's queerness and definitely not about "wanting to see two white men kiss". It was about our love for Buck. We saw him happier and more fulfilled than he's ever been. We see his life being lived and full of love and stuff and joy.

Again:

We fell in love with Tommy because he made Buck fall in love with Evan.

And you know what, not matter how reductive and all the phobics that breakup was, they can never take that away from us.

#we fell in love with tommy because he made buck fall in love with evan #bucktommy #tevan #tommy kinard #evan buckley #911 abc #the writing on this episode was complete ass as far as this was concerned #honestly #911 discourse #also stay the fuck out of our tags if you dont like what were saying

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simp4konig · 1 year ago

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Intimate König headcannons

Gender-neutral Reader

Word Count: 1246

*FLUFFFFFF!!!!! YES FINALLY WE (I) LOVE THAT ☁️☺️💫

MANY THANKS TO @puff0o0💫🩵🫂💙🩵✨⭐ FOR GIVING ME TJE IMMEDIATE INSPIRATION TO WRITE THIS 🥰🥰💖 LOVE U SM POOKS I AM SO THANKFUL TO HAVE SOMEONE LIKW YOU AS MY MUTIAL 🥹🥹🥹 YOU ARE SO SWEET AND DESERVE THE WORLD (and to be with your crush😤 fuckingGOD im in AGONT when the FUCK is the wedding gonna be 😭😭💔)

Was down in the dumps and feeling really guiltt for not delivering fanficgions on time but you really reassure me and make ot seem like its alright for me to take my time 😇 Honestly am forevr used to the stress of deadlines and alwahs achieving expectations always expected of me thay i always feel intense guilt whenever i delay 😿😿 Thank you so mucj for your love and support uour messages are whay have kept me going 🙏🙏💖🫂(and motivated me immediately to write this in <5 hours LOL🤭)

also pls do NOT track my ip address puff PLEASE this is some next-levdl fbi investigation type shit and im honestly SHOOK are u secretly an fbi agent ?????😰😰never poetinf screenshots ever AGAIN ❌🚫‼️

*Physical intimacy (not sex guys🗿) headcannons for before your relationship and during your relationship

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König's crush on you was not subtle. At ALL.

My personal headcannon is that he has never had a girlfriend/boyfriend/lover before. :(

I mean, bullied at school, enlisting into the military aged 17, climbing up the ranks to become a Colonel... yeah, to me it doesn't sound like the man would ever have time to find a significant other.

Oh, don't get me wrong, he would devote so much time to a partner (if he had one), would coddle them and cuddle them more than humanly possible and spend every, making the most out of every moment together. Precious hours never taken for granted that he dreamed of while on deployment.

...Yet, having no experience with receiving affection and being affectionate since being a very young boy, when his mother was still around to take care of him before he attended secondary school, up to this point he had ZERO (0) experience.

Still, König ALWAYS had a hand over your body in some way, under the guise of protecting you and keeping you out of harm's way. It was endearing that he cared so much about your well-being. 🥹

Resting a large hand on the small of your back as he guided you down crowded rooms (though that was almost always a pretence, as there would actually be very few people around, and it was only his excuse for touching you).

Leading you out, his hand would be quickly replaced by his arm wrapping around your side and pulling you close, closer even than you had been moments prior.

Truth be told, the way he touched you was the way he longed, craved for someone else to touch him. To long for him and crave him as much as he craved you.

It wasn't like you were oblivious. In fact, you were hyper-aware of the skin-to-skin touch, of every instance his fingers grazed your knuckles when handing you something, of every "accidental" bump of your head into his chest in corridors, of each time he rested a hand on your shoulder. Or on your back for reassurance — though, whether it was for your reassurance or his own, you couldn't tell.

All his touches, his gazes at your from afar and up close, the way his pale blue eyes crinkled in happiness under that long hood of his: all of it; you noticed it all. Every single time.

Obviously, you didn't object. You relished in this attention, so touch-starved that each touch made you melt. Besides, how could you even? You became putty in his hands, and you revelled the feeling of being so loved.

...However, your own intrusive thoughts insisted that you wouldn't be good enough for König, did not deserve such a man like him.

As much as it pained you to do so, you shied away from his advances, always the first to pull away.

And, of course, König noticed it. Every single time.

His immediate thought was that you didn't feel the same way. That you felt disgusted, disgusted by him and his touch.

Did you not like the way he touched you? Did you not like him?

Therefore, for a while, he toned down the touching. A simple pat on the back or a tap on the shoulder would have to suffice, despite his desperate need to feel more of you, touch you more.

Judging your reactions, scrutinising your cues... you weren't disgusted. Not in the slightest, it appeared.

You just looked... flustered. Shy. A hand would go up to hide the blush on your cheeks — nothing discreet about that — stubbornly avoiding his gaze, yet a small smile was on your face, and it made him wonder: what if you really did like the way he touched you? Liked him?

His touches became more daring. Confident.

One day, all of his anxiety ceased to exist when you reciprocated his touch with some of your own.

The hand kept in place of your hip flinched slightly at yours timidly moving to touch the top of his, interlocking fingers over his palm. Momentarily causing König to short-circuit, he became stiff, audibly gulping.

Adam's apple swallowing the dryness of his throat, he looked at you, frantically attempting to read the expression on your face.

You said nothing, didn't look at him at all, yet through that gesture alone König understood it better than had you could have ever said it in words.

For a moment, you regretted it. Even made a move to sheepishly pull your hand away. König, finally pulled out of his daze, held your hand in place, squeezing it three times. You squeezed it three times, too.

Suddenly, it all made sense to him, and, somehow, made sense to you too. You two were meant to be together, regardless of your insecurities.

Now, your dynamics shifted slightly.

Hands held together as you two sat by each other in a room, neither acknowleding the situation in case the other pulled away in embarassment. Never parting ways without a good-bye hug from you, your arms lingering by his own for a moment longer than they should have.

When you two are finally in a relationship?

☠️ Say goodbye to privacy and personal space ig

König is unbelievably clingy, and literally clings on to whatever of you he can reach. He does not let you go. There can be no compromise, and he keeps you in place, despite your protests and squirming, face flushed as you tried to playfully push him off you, obviously to no avail.

At the same time, König's touch is so, so gentle.

Tentative touches on your skin as if your body was precious porcelain, a fragile fine china.

Callous hands that had killed so many in cold blood running across your back, your arms, your waist, your legs, anywhere that König could reach, with a mildness that could have made people question whether it was even the same man and if so, how he could ever be capable of being so soft.

It doesn't matter whether you go to the gym regularly and have put on muscle or whether you are someone on the more petite side, you're so delicate to König. Like you could be broken at any moment.

For that reason, he holds back. Or, at least, tries to, for the most part. Bless his soul, he tries his best, but it's impossible not to cradle your body in his arms. <3

Unable to restrain himself, his resolve breaks after five minutes of going without you under him or on top of him or beside him or entangled with him, and his hands go back to touching you all over again, caressing you with such care and love that tears often brim in your eyes.

No one has ever been so gentle, so attentive, so loving. No one has ever touched you like this before.

And, seeing how you allow yourself to be vulnerable with him, to see you so sensitive, he would wordlessly wipe the tears away with his thumb, your eyes glassy like a doll's.

He'd run his fingers through your hair, whisper sweet nothings in a mix of English and German, often forgetting to speak in English and unconsciously reverting to German, calling you the loveliest things in a tone that expressed his complete devotion to you.

And, as you'd sleep peacefully beside him in bed, he'd admire you, and wonder how on Earth he possibly could have gotten so lucky.

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Note: can i please have my own König irl please and thank you🙏🥰 want nothing more than a big beefy man to hold me 🥹❤️❤️(😭 man i need some mentsl help 🗿thays for another day tho am not wbout to get into the catastrophic state of my brain😊✨gonna keep deluding mtself instead !!<3)

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gilmore-angel · 1 year ago

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Aemond Targaryen NSFW alphabet

summary ♱ what aemond likes in bed.

warnings/contains ♱ fem!reader, smut, mentions of kinks, mentions of his first time.

note ♱ okay I realize I imagine aemond a lot more soft and a lot less kinky than most people lol. I hope you like this regardless!!

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A - Alone time (how do they get off when they’re all by themselves? do they watch porn, is it all in their imagination, do they jerk off, do they use toys?)

before he became betrothed to you, he rarely ever even thought of touching himself. he viewed sex as a duty, and didn't understand why anyone would want to do it besides having heirs.

once he met you tho???? baby boy definitely had some thoughts👀. he still rarely did it, but he would be lying if he said his mind and hands didn't wonder once or twice or like ten times

once he's married however he goes back to barely doing it cause he has you♡

B - Bondage (do they like it? do they not? do they prefer to be the one being tied or the one doing the tying?)

at first I think sex with aemond would be very vanilla, good, but vanilla.

as time goes on however aemonds kinky side definitely comes through. I think he would prefer to tie you up. it would take a long long time until he felt comfortable enough to give up the control to be tied up.

C - Crying (is it a turn on? a turn off? do they cry during sex? have they cried during sex? what was the reason?)

crying out of pain? absolutely not. crying out of so much pleasure? absolutely yes.

just the idea of you crying out because he's making you feel that good is enough to make him cum in his trousers.

D - Dominance (do they prefer to dominate, or be dominated? do they have experience as a Dom? Do they have a Dom that they trust already? What kind of things do they enjoy as/with their Dominant partner?)

okay so I'm very conflicted about this. on one hand dom aemond makes me so 😵‍💫 but sub aemond makes me 😵‍💫

I think though he's a switch with a heavy dom lean. I think he's most comfortable with being a dom due to his past, the idea of not being in control is really intimidating.

I think he's a soft!strict!dom and a shy!obedient!sub 🤭

E - Extra info (any other fetishes? feet? leather? role playing? blood? fantasies that they might want to experience not on this list?)

okay DEFINITELY overstimulation r u kidding me!!! man loves to have you shaking and crying out of pleasure. also thigh riding!!!!!!!

F - Food play (do they like using food in the bedroom? are there any foods they prefer to use during sex or foreplay? any they’d like to try?)

I honestly can't imagine him wanting food to be in the bedroom, but I think seeing you eat certain things would turn him on.

like if you're eating a strawberry and the juice runs down your chin???? oh he is blushing and making excuses for you two to go somewhere private....

G - Group sex (would they have a threeway? four? an orgy? do they put on a show for spectators? or do they like to keep it just between them and their partner?)

absolutely not my baby is possessive!!

he likes to be the only one to ever see his wife in such a way.

H - Humiliation (does degradation and insults get them hot? do they get off on humiliating someone else? what kind of humiliation is good for them?)

I don't think he likes it at all :(

due to his first time being not good, he's very nervous about feeling or making you feel how he did. he's still healing and needs sex to be more loving than humiliating.

I - Impact play (here’s where talking about things like spanking, paddles, canes, floggers and the like.)

would be VERY hesitant to do anything close to spanking. he hates hurting you and is terrified of scaring you. the best you'll get is a few light spanks when he's hitting it from the back

J - Jelly (what kind of lube are they using? is it flavored? have they tasted it? do they prefer to use something other than real lube during sex?)

all natural baby!

K - Kissing (what parts of their body do they like having kissed? what parts of their partner do they enjoy kissing? do they like leaving marks / having marks left on them?)

lips obvi. on him I think his neck, hands, scar, and thighs!

on you literally everything. legs, belly, tits, neck, hands, face!!! he wants to kiss and touch and feel all of you

L - Lighting (are the lights on? off? do they have some kind of mood lighting set up?)

prefers dim lighting but not completely dark bc baby boy wants to see you!!

either a few candles or moonlight<3

M - Masochism (do they like pain? scratching? biting? being bossed around? spoken down to? choked?)

the only kind of pain he's into is having you scratch his back and biting. other than that no

N - Not yet (orgasm delay? orgasm denial? do they tell their partner not to touch themselves for a certain amount of time or under certain circumstances? do they delay or deny other things like bathroom usage or food? do they need to beg first? do they like being denied / delayed?)

doesn't like not letting you cum but (secretly) loves being edged!

he will whine and pout and moan when you deny him but can't help but love the feeling

O - Outdoor sex (have they ever done it in public? would they? where?)

the closest thing you'll get to public is having sex in a random closet or something like that. again he likes his privacy so full on public is a no

P - Photography (are cameras allowed in the bedroom? do they send nudes? do they ask for nudes? would they ever record themselves having sex / being caught up in a sexual act?)

.... they don't have cameras so no...

Q - Quiet please (what’s the volume like in the bedroom? are they quiet? do they scream? do they like a loud partner? do they prefer if their partner is more soft spoken?)

at first he was extremely quiet. like only makes soft grunts.

once you've been having sex for a while he gets more vocal. he moans softly, groans, whimpers, all that jazz.

he LOVES having a vocal partner. he's so unsure of himself sexually and likes knowing he's making you feel good

R - Routine (do they have a routine when it comes to picking up one night stands? do they have scheduled sex with their partner? are things spontaneous or planned ahead of time?)

spontaneous for sure! this man is unpredictable to others and himself. he randomly gets horny and need you :(

plus with the pressure of having heirs, sex would probably be a every day thing

S - Sleepy sex (do they give oral to wake their partner up? do they like receiving oral to wake up? do they like fucking their partner awake? being fucked awake? how about being fucked to sleep at night? do they have lazy morning sex?)

oh em gee does this man love cozy, sleepy, soft sex!!!!!!!!

he loves to wake his partner up by being between their thighs. he loves lazy kisses and sloppy sex<3

it would take a long time before he would be okay with being fucked in his sleep, but he would try it out for sure!!

T - Top or bottom (self explanatory…)

top most of the time, only when he's truly fully comfortable will he be on the bottom

U - Underwear (what kind of underwear do they put on in the morning, if any at all… do they own any sexy underwear or lingerie?)

just normal boxers for this boy!! but he loves seeing his wife in pretty and revealing nightgowns and small clothes.

V - Voyeurism (do they like to watch, or are they more hands on? are they more of an exhibitionist?)

hands on kind of man. you're his and he wants to be the one making you feel good >:(

W - Water (pool sex? bath / shower sex? are they into watersports at all?)

bath sex would be a regular thing me thinks. he loves after a long stressful day to relax in the warm water with his wife! only after his long haircare tho...

X - X-dressing (do they crossdress as a part of teasing / foreplay? does crossdressing turn them on? turn their partner on? do they prefer to do it or watch their partner crossdress instead? do they use other costumes? cat ears, tails, etc?)

again given the hotd universe crossdressing wouldn't be a normal thing so no

but he would look very pretty in a skirt<3

Y - Yes, Master (what kinds of names are used during sex? do they like being called master / mistress, daddy, etc…? what names do they call their partner?)

being called: aemond, husband, my dragon, king.

calling: (your name), wife, grevie, my ember, good girl, sweet girl.

Z - Zones (what are their erogenous zones? what spots on their body should be touched, bitten, kissed, when someone wants to get them in the mood?)

his neck, hands, and thighs being touched turn this boy into a slut!!!!

sucking slowly on his fingers, kissing and biting his neck, drawing patterns with your fingers on his thighs, all make him loose his mind!!

#Aemond Targaryen #aemond targaryen fanfiction #aemond targaryen smut #aemond targaryen imagine #aemond targaryen x reader #aemond targaryen x you #aemond targaryen #aemond targaryen x female reader #hotd #hotd x reader #hotd imagine #hotd fanfic #house of the dragon x reader #house of the dragon #aemond #bay writes🌻

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ezzydantes · 9 months ago

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You're My Home

Author's Note: The reader and Sanji have been in an established relationship for a while. The last few adventures have put their relationship on the brink of ruin, when he disappeared with Big Mom's crew to save the reader and his nakama... it almost broke you. This is being reunited again. Wanted to do a kind of Valentine theme and who better than our lovesick cook? lol.

Warnings: Violence or mentions of (reader smacks Sanji... he gets a little rough getting her to look at him, bruises from her time being captive from the Vinsmoke males _excluding Sanji_ , NSFW, MDNI, 18+, cursing, dark thoughts on both sides.... a bit AUish in the sense that Sanji isn't really enamored by Pudding, Nami or Robin. Whole Cake Island Arc.

His father's words of insult fell on deaf ears as Sanji caressed your face and leaned in to kiss you. Instinctually you leaned in but turned your face at the last moment as rage began to engulf you. You reared back and landed a blow on his face in the form of your palm. You would never hit him, but dammit he left you behind and was going to marry someone else all for "your sake". He left you to his family's cruelty. You began to walk away again but he grabbed you from behind and pulls you fully to his chest. He holds you close and began whispering in your ear.

The moment you and Sanji landed on the Sunny, he gently sat you down, never breaking his eye contact with you. Tears began to well up in yours as the events of the last week began to catch up with you. You could feel yourself on the cusp of falling off the edge of sanity and embracing the anxiety attack that was rapidly taking over your senses. Your breathe began to speed up as you started to walk away.

Sanji harshly grabbed your wrist trying to keep you from running from him. "Y/n...." the blonde whispered, his blue eyes begging for you to listen.

"You may hate my guts... and honestly I don't blame you... but I left because, I can't live in a world with you gone. I barely survived being separated from you and when that woman... that girl... tried to.. kill you... I lost it", he exhaled as he manhandled you into turning around to face him, holding your wrists against his chest with one hand and pulling you even closer with the other, "Don't forget you left me and stayed behind in Dressrosa. I begged you to come with me..."the cook growled.

"You don't know?" Nami questioned causing Sanji to look at her "Your brothers took y/n... your dad had her imprisoned the whole time.... not just when me and Luffy got caught..."

Your lover's grip got tighter as he pulled you even more closer. His grip around you was making it hard to breathe as he lifted your chin up. "Did they touch you?"

You shuttered at the look in his eyes. "Baby.... did they touch you?" The cook hissed as he desperately began looking over your body. "I'll kill them of they hurt you..."

"Sanji... you really didn't know? They had me almost as long as they had you and...", you clang to him. You take took the hem of his shirt and wiped off the makeup they had you dolled up in to reveal the large bruise on the side of your face. "Who?" Sanji's eyes began to water as he loosened his grip on you.

"Do I have to say who?" You whispered. Your eyes widened when your lover's body engulfed in flames. "No! I just want to leave... I want to leave and just go home... "

"Home? To the Baratie?" The blonde whispered. He knew dragging you along had been a mistake. "No... you're my home... I just want to be home again..." you cried as you buried your face into his chest and squeezed him tight.

He can't help but cry as he held you close and buried his face into the crown of your hair. He failed to protect you from the very people who used to torment him as a child. He swore he'd keep you safe from now on and... you were home for him as well... in your embrace was where he felt safest and at peace. Your Prince picked you up bridal style and took you back to the bedroom the pair of you shared.

He started to undress you, watching your breathe hitch with every movement and angry grimace he made upon finding another bruise. "I should go and murder all four of them... then my sister will truly be free... and so would we..."

You took his face into your hands and gently swiped your thumb over where you had hit him. "I never should have hit you..." you quietly apologizedas you lean in and kiss his face, "I'm sorry, Baby..."

"No I'm sorry... put you through Hell and damn near lost you in the process....", the cook's voice broke as he fell to his knees and buried his face in your lap while pulling you into him, "I don't deserve you... I wouldn't blame you if you left after enduring what my family did to you..."

"You've been with me for so long... I didn't think I had to reassure you of my affections.." you whispered, "That's what started this whole mess..."

Your tears fell like the raindrops that Sanji recalled when he was heartbroken to learn not only was he giving you up to save you but the girl whom he was going to pledge himself to was a devious bitch. He had never thought that of a woman before, but she had planned on killing him at the wedding and eventually you... and then you showed up along with the rest of the crew. He clutched you tighter cursing himself when you winced in protest. The bruises from his elder brothers and father still evident on you. He released his grip and began kissing each bruise... the fresher ones he let his lips linger on hoping you'd notice he was aware of your pain and if he could have taken the beatings he would have.

"May I run a bath for you?" He looked up cupping your face. Tears still threatening to spill from his blotchy red eyes. All you could do was shake your head in the affirmative. Your Prince stood up and kissed your head reverently before assuring your death grip on him that he was NEVER leaving you again. You stood and followed him to the communal bath, much to his protest. He clicked his tongue when he realized Robin and Nami were in it, but stood stunned as you moved past him and opened the door to go in. You quickly changed into a towel as he swore through the door he would guard it before slumping down and burying his head into his knees while curling into himself. How could he not know you had been there? What kind of beatings had you endured? Where was his sister during this time and why didn't she say anything to him? She always seemed aloof but always tried to take care of him secretly... did Pudding use her powers to hide you? Making everyone forget you were there at certain instances? Or was his father that good of a fucking liar?

The blonde's thoughts were interrupted by his falling backwards into the bathroom. His face being able to see up the towels the trio of you girls wore. Nami began to lose her shit and started to punch his head but was quickly stopped by your firm hand. "No more hitting my man..." you stated seriously, "I asked that you guys let us have this time alone... please honor that... PEACEFULLY..."

Nami immediately bowed to you and apologized, and apologized to Sanji as well. Robin softly smiled and side hugged you before walking out with Nami trying to calm the girl's nerves from freaking out about you getting upset with her bad habit of hitting Sanji. Assuring her that the two of you can talk about that later. "They need time together... they both went through some pretty dramatic things back there..."

Your lover stayed laying in the floor and covered his eyes to hide his tears of joy from you defending him from the red head's temper for once, albeit he truly didn't mean his actions, once the two of you got together during Skypeia... he never looked at Nami nor Robin the way he looked at you... in all honesty he never had.

You shut the door and walk over to your man, crouching down and wincing as you do so, but grabbing his hand and kissing it nonetheless. It was thankfully still the annoyingly beautiful, softest part of him since he valued his hands with cooking. You can't help but smile at the thought. Sanji sat up blushing at your actions. "Baby?..." he shut his eyes and frowned, "Do I even have the right to call you that anymore?"

***********Nsf... Minors DNI turn back**********

You only smile as you help him sit up more before motioning to have him stand up. Once he does you unbutton his bloodied, makeup stained shirt, he quickly stopped your hands about to protest until he saw your pissed expression. He quickly put his hands up in mock surrender and blushed as you continued to undress him.

"You're MINE... Sanji... " you huffed as you roughly pulled his shirt off, "I think we need to remind each other that we belong to one another... I will have no one else but you..."

The cook's eyes immediately changed to the Stormy blue you loved... the bedroom eyes he only had for you. He cupped your face gently... aware of the big bruise on the left side... "I only want you... you're my home too... and I'm sorry I ever thought I was no longer welcome 'in it'. I'll never want anyone the way I want you, Love... and while I want nothing more than to shower you in decadence... I'm a chef... for the Future King of the Pirates..."

You smiled as the man you fell in love with began to shine through some more. It gave you more courage to unbutton his slacks and place your hand down his pants... surprised to feel him hard and wanting for you... the precum soaking through his boxers... you crushed your lips against his, hissing while pulling back. His blue eyes hard on you, he wiped off the makeup around your mouth to reveal your busted lip. You began to turn away and his soft hands, those lustrous soft things you loved so much gently touched your face as a thumb ever so gently inspected the wound. "If I ever see them again... I'll strangle them myself... them TOUCHING you... "

"Stop..." your voice cracked, "I KNOW all too well now what you endured as a child... I'm not trying to fix you, Lover..."

"You already have.... I don't need them... I don't want them!" He shouted, "I only want you! I only need you... I told you sooo many times before... I'm safest with YOU... I'm BEYOND in love with you... let me show you..."

Before you could protest he has you on the bathroom floor... gently nestled in his embrace. "I NEED to taste you... I haven't had a taste in so long...and I didn't want that GIRL they presented... I wanted MY WOMAN... "

Your Prince had you in his mouth before you could say another word and he began to devour your cunt the way he did before.... ravenous... as a man who hadn't ate in weeks as he always did... All you could do was throw your head back and moan his name... "Sanjiiiiii....."

Your cook made quick work of your cunt as he slurped up your juices. "Baby... God... ha... I missed your pussy...."

"Sanji... ha... ah...God I missed you filling me up... please...." you moaned. You were tongue fucked outta your mind and your man did not fail to deliver. You were coming within a minute of his command to lose yourself. He was the only one to command you as such. But he didnt give you anytime to relax from your high as he begged to enter you. He wasn't done and you knew he needed release too so you consented to him fucking you through your orgasm causing another and then a third... he was begging for a fourth but you were spent and being the kind lover he had always been he pulled out and spent his seed all over your stomach. He quickly got a towel and wiped you up before putting you bridal style in the bath.

You contemplated his actions and stared at him as he got in the spring of the communal bath with you before pulling you into his chest.

"A baby?" You asked nonchalantly as you leaned into your lover's chest. "He or she would alter your dream of the All Blue... you'd think I was safer on land...."

"I need to fix what I have now... if a baby is in our future, I gladly welcome them.... but for now I need you to remember NO matter what.... you're my home... and I'm yours..." Sanji smiled as he wrapped his arms around you and began swimming in the bath holding you against him... "You're home... and I want nothing else..."

#one piece #one piece x you #vinsmoke sanji #sanji x reader #vinsmoke sanji x reader #black leg sanji

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cwritesforfun · 6 months ago

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Eddie Roundtree x Fem!Reader: Introverts & Parties Don't Mix Well

You're in the band and while you are close to all of them, you and Eddie tend to gravitate to each other.

Y/N = Your First Name & L/N = Your Last Name

Narrator = Julia Dunne (but Narrator for sake of the story)

** I do not own the DJATS characters or plot ** **** The timeline is going to seem weird lol but I'm just writing what I want to write lol ****

Masterlist

Y/N's POV

Narrator: This is just going to be your introduction. So could you tell us who you are and how you got into Daisy Jones & The Six? Y/N: Hi everyone I am Y/N L/N! I have always loved listening to music and creating music. When I was younger, I started with piano and guitar. Then in middle school, I learned flute and piccolo because I wanted to be in a concert band. I joined a band with friends outside of school in early high school and we played some small gigs in town. After high school, I moved to Los Angeles and met Karen within my first week. Her band needed an extra musician and I filled the spot. I followed Karen wherever she went, and she did the same with me. If one of us left a band then so did the other. We only joined a band if we both could. I learned sound engineering and technology to do anything a band could need. Karen took up something else. I'm feeling really tired at the moment, so I honestly can't remember. You’ll have to ask her. The Dunne Brothers played after us at this bar. We met the boys there. I wasn’t interested in being social and I left, but they liked Karen. So, we changed bands. Narrator: Were you angry that you had to leave? Y/N: No. The band we were with never liked our ideas or respected us anyway. They also wanted Karen & I to dress a certain way that we didn't want to. Karen: I just wanted to make music and I wanted to do it with Y/N. She is and was my best friend. Narrator: Did either of you ever think about splitting ways? Karen: Never. Y/N: Never. Narrator: Wow, and would you say you're both still best friends? Karen: Yes. Y/N: Yes. Narrator: We already talked about Karen joining. What about Y/N? How did you feel about her joining? Billy: We needed a keyboard player, which was Karen. Her only condition on which she would accept our offer to join the band was to let Y/N join as well. The rest of the band liked Karen and thought that it was worth it to bring in Y/N too. I'm glad we did. Y/N is and was such a kind soul. She was also very kind to Camila and you growing up, so yeah I was a fan. Warren: Y/N, yeah I found her hot. We saw her play and she rocked hardcore. She also had a cool voice, so I was on board. As soon as I saw how Eddie looked at her, I knew he was a goner. That man was lost in the world of Y/N even before we met her. Daisy: I liked her a lot. Her vocal range was amazing and I could listen to her for hours. Y/N was always kind to me. I consider her to this day one of my close friends. Graham: Y/N was cool. To be honest, I was more focused on Karen at the time, so I was all for letting Y/N join. We don't keep in touch as much as I would have liked because of well Karen. Eddie: She could sing, she knew how to work any sound technology, she could play so many instruments, and she was single. Yeah, I was interested in her as soon as we were told she could join.

Narrator: How were the early days for you? The boys talked a lot about the parties. Did you like the groupies and parties? Y/N: God, I hated the parties at first. Introverts and Parties, they don't mix well. I realized that part of being in a band is doing things they like and interacting with them in social spaces. Even if I preferred being alone in my room, I wanted to be close to the band. And, if I hadn’t been pulled out of my comfort zone at those parties, I never would’ve fallen for Eddie. Narrator: Were you always closest with Eddie? Other than Karen, that is. Y/N: Yes, I was. Graham mainly hung out with Karen and he only talked to me if it would make him look good for Karen. Obviously, I was still close to Karen. Daisy was not always in the right headspace, which made me too worried to hang out with her because I wanted her to be safe. Billy was too serious at work but he was cool at parties. Camila was kind and I would talk to her at a lot of parties. Warren was so outgoing that I was anxious being around him at parties because he would try to get me to take more shots or take drugs. He was cool during recording sessions and for work though. And as for Eddie, I knew he was talented and Billy didn’t see his full potential. I also knew that some of Eddie’s ideas were good ones if we just went through with them. He was also a really inspiring songwriter and had a sweet voice. He'd probably hate that I called it sweet, but it always felt like home to me. Eddie: Y/N was always supportive of me and my ideas. She would listen to demos of songs that I’d written and we’d write together. She was a great lyricist on top of everything else she was amazing at. She was perfect to me. Y/N: Before we started dating, Eddie and I would spend a lot of time together. Warren always joked that Eddie and I should just cut the sexual tension by having sex. He also kept telling us that we should date because we clearly both liked each other. We were both coming to terms with seriously liking each other, so we would then just make fun of Warren for getting drunk and we wouldn’t talk about it. We just agreed to move on. Well not until this one party…

Skip to the party ~

You hang with Billy, Camila, and Daisy drinking before you decide to head outside to see if it’s quieter and calmer. Billy and Daisy are tolerating each other, so you feel good leaving them with Camila.

You notice no one sitting at the table by the fire pit so you grab a new drink and sit down. A guy you’ve seen at parties before starts talking to you and sits in the chair next to you. You decide to be polite so you keep talking to him.

You feel arms wrap around your neck and can tell it’s Eddie. You know his cologne and you know his hugs. He leans down, kisses your cheek, and exclaims, “I was wondering where you were, babe. Who’s your new friend?” The guy looks between you two, gets up, and runs away. It makes you and Eddie laugh. Eddie takes the guy’s seat and says, “I saw you out here and you looked bored. I wanted to save you from that guy.” You reply, “He was being polite and he never even talked about sex. It was nice actually. But, I just wanted to be alone to drink by the fire. It was getting way too much inside the house with all those people.” Eddie replies, “Yeah, tonight's energy is not the best. And, I did get myself into a bit of a sticky situation. I need your help.” You ask, “Sure, what’s up?” He answers, “I need you to go inside with me and pretend to be my girlfriend. Some of the groupies and Warren are annoying me. I want them to leave me alone and I'll even sneak somewhere quiet with you after.” You ask, “Why me?” He answers, “Everyone thinks we’re already dating. I thought it would be the easiest option... and well they asked if you were the girlfriend and I said yes.” You nod. So it’s just out of convenience and he agreed to a lie that you wish was true. You say, “Sure boyfriend. What do I need to know before we go in?” He tells you the plan as you walk in. You know Eddie and he loves physical touch. So you give him permission to be touchy as if you were actually dating and he gets a little flustered at the idea.

Eddie’s hand finds yours as you walk. He twirls you around and you dance together. Your hands go around his neck and his go on your waist. You ask, "Ready?" He looks confused and asks, "For what?" You answer, "A kiss, babe." You then pull him closer and you kiss. You wish you could say it was a horrible kiss, but the truth is, it was the best kiss you had up to that point in your life. You felt the fireworks everyone talked about. Eddie pulls away, puts his forehead to yours, and says, "Holy wow that was a kiss... I think I need something cold." You laugh and pull him toward the fridge. You hand him a cold beer that you open by kicking it with your foot. Eddie's jaw drops and he says, "Wtf, I didn't know you could do that." You press a kiss to his lips and say, "That's good, babe. It keeps the relationship more interesting." Eddie replies, "It really does."

You hear, "Well well well... if it isn't traitors." You see Warren with hands on his hips and girls hanging all over him. You ask, "Why are we traitors?" Warren answers, "You two have been fu**ing and dating without telling me. I've wanted you two to date since you two met. I thought you two would tell me first. Eddie was in love from the first time he saw you, Y/N." Great news great news... ok self act like this is old news... You wrap an arm around Eddie and say, "I know. It's so cute how he fell for me on day one. And Warren, we've been keeping it a secret. We didn't anyone to know just yet." Eddie's arm finds your waist and he adds, "We were waiting for the right time. We didn't want to steal anyone's thunder." One of the girls asks, "You two are hot. Are you looking for a third?" You smirk and answer, "We don't like sharing." Warren lets out a laugh and says, "Staking your claim on your man, wow. Eddie, do you feel the same? You've done an orgy or two." Eddie smirks and replies, "Hearing the woman you love moan your name during an orgasm is more satisfying than being with multiple people." You feel your cheeks blush and you move a little because it is feeling a little hot in here. Warren says, "I'll leave you two to it then." He walks away with the girls.

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Before you and Eddie can talk, the power goes out. You all start passing out candles and flashlights. Karen finds you, pulls you into a hug, and leads you to the piano. She starts playing and you start singing. Daisy joins you and you both twirl each other around. Eddie starts playing and his eyes meet yours. They never leave you as you sing. Daisy starts singing with Billy and you join Karen on the piano bench. Karen lets you play with her. Everyone is singing and it's magical. It feels so nice being here with friends doing what you love.

People start leaving after that and you go to your bedroom to wait for everyone to clear out. You also are trying to avoid Eddie because tonight did crazy things for your heart. You knew how much you cared about Eddie, but tonight made you fall deeper for him. It's going to be hard to keep going with hiding your feelings. Maybe you should tell him? If he says he sees you as a friend, then well... you could just quit the band. Karen should stay though. She fits in well.

You leave your room and Eddie is standing there staring at you. He exclaims, "Hey uh I need to talk to you." You reply, "Funny, I need to talk to you too." He replies, "Oh good... Can I come in?" You nod and he walks in. You ask, "So, what do you need to talk about? Does it uh... does it have to do with our little act tonight?" He answers, "Yeah it does... great job by the way. I think it really worked. You're a great actress." Actress... yeah you were acting. Your shoulders deflate and you sigh. So he must not feel the same. He asks, "What's wrong? You seem upset." You answer, "Because Eddie Roundtree, I like you. And tonight's little act wasn't acting for me! I like you a lot and I want to date you if you would like to go on a date with me." His jaw drops and he exclaims, "I really like you too. Ever since I saw you sing for the first time, I knew you were it for me." You ask, "So then kiss me like you mean it?" He smirks, pushes you onto the bed, and kisses you deeply.

Your door creaks open and Eddie stays on top of you. Warren jumps and says, "Oh sh**! I thought you two were kidding when you said you were dating. I'm backing out of this room slowly or I could stay and watch. This is kind of hot." On sync, Eddie and I scream, "LEAVE!" Warren backs out of the room and Eddie collapses next to you with laughter. He says, "You smell really good. Can I stay in your bed tonight? I want to smell like you." You answer, "You can stay here, but won't you be uncomfortable sleeping in jeans?" He smirks, "Babe if you wanted to see me naked, you could just say it." You cover your face with your hands as you blush while saying, "I just want you to be comfy. I'm going to put on different clothes. I'm not sleeping in this dress." He replies, "Well babe, you looked really hot tonight. I don't know if this dress was to get my attention, but it worked. I want you to wear this on our first date." You smile and say, "I can't wait for our first date. And, I did wear this dress for you." He smiles and you kiss again.

You change into your pajamas and Eddie asks, "Is it okay to sleep in my boxers?" You answer, "Sure." He lays down in my bed and replies, "Your room is quieter than my room. Wtf! Is this how you sleep every night? I laugh and say, "Yeah. It's because I'm next door to Karen who we all know is too down bad over Graham to properly hook up with someone so it's quiet. I also don't share a wall with Warren or Billy who are little sex demons." He laughs and replies, "You're so lucky. Don't be surprised if I start sleeping in here." You laugh and reply, "I don't mind. You can take your afternoon naps here if you want as well. I usually am on my runs or reading outside at those times." He replies, "You're making me feel so spoiled." You laugh and ask, "But you have to do one thing for me, do you promise?" He asks, "What? I'd do anything for you." You answer, "I kind of wrote this song about you and I want you to listen to it. You're always really good at helping me improve my lyrics and you give me such helpful critiques. I want to eventually release this song even if not with the band. I just really like it." He smiles and replies, "A song about me? And why would you release without the band? Oh wait Billy would probably not want it because he's not the star. True." You reply, "I don't think any one of us is the star of the band. We all have star potential and star qualities. Billy is talented, but he needs to learn to compromise. The song about you is about my crush on you."

Narrator: How was the song? Eddie: It was so cute. Y/N is an amazing singer and her lyrics had me blushing so much. Her little smile as she stared at me while singing was melting my heart. I told her to change one line because I think another word fits instead of what she wrote, but it was perfect. Teddy actually helped Y/N produce and release it, which we all supported. Y/N was staying in the band, so no one minded. Y/N: Eddie was so cute when I played it. Teddy also really liked it and said it would be a summer hit. Sure enough, it was. Narrator: How was the rest of the tour? Y/N: Insane wow! I opened our summer shows to play my single with Eddie as my lead guitarist, which was fun. We'd then run off and run back on with the rest of the band. Everyone loved my song including the rest of the band. Eddie and I had fun at every show. We spent some nights drinking out with the rest of the band. Some days I wanted to have a chill night and Eddie wanted to be wherever I was, so we would spend some time with Billy in his bus. Billy and Eddie would act civil in front of me. It was nice. We had fun... until it wasn't fun anymore. The tour ended. The band broke up. Most people wouldn't talk to each other. Narrator: What about you and Eddie? Y/N: I got my stuff from Karen's place and moved in with Eddie. We shared rent, and cooking responsibilities, and just enjoyed being together. He became a music producer and helped me produce music. I've played some small venues and started creating a fan base. It's really cool to do what you love with someone you love. Eddie: Don't tell Y/N, but I'm proposing tomorrow night.

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#djats #djats fic #djats x reader #djats fanfic #daisy jones and the six #daisy jones and the 6 #eddie roundtree #eddie roundtree x reader #josh whitehouse #Spotify

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dumbasslesbi2 · 25 days ago

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Oh Professor ~ NSFW Fic

Professor Agatha Harkness x Student Rio Vidal

Summary:

Rio Vidal started growing a crush on Professor Harkness. What will happen when she gets caught stalking her facebook?

Notes:

HI!!!! I finally decided to main a fanfic tumblr account lol. Hope y'all enjoy n I plan on posting more fics! I Also as always sorry for any misspelling or bad grammatical errors, I have dyslexia n I'm trying my best lol

Anthropology of Witchcraft and Religion. Why on earth this course existed, Rio Vidal had no idea but she needed a Humanities credit and this seemed to be the most interesting to say the least of all the classes. Only problem was she didn’t look at rate your professor before taking the course or else she had seen all the reviews calling her professor a fat bitch. Professor Harkness wasn’t exactly the kindest professor, especially not with her male students. Well that wasn’t the only problem Rio had, no. She had a way bigger problem in fact. She may or may not have started developing a small crush on her professor, maybe a big one actually. Professor Harkness was always so passionate while teaching and while she never really wore anything revealing, she always wore pants and button ups that just knew how to go with her curves. What made it worse too is that Rio found Professor Agatha even more attractive when she got upset (which was constantly). It was too late into the semester for her to switch classes and honestly Rio loved gawking at her, she didn't care if Professor Harkness never noticed her, looking at her and admiring her was enough for Rio.

Rio let out a deep sigh as she opened the door to the lecture room. She knew better than to sit in the front or else her gawking would be noticed painfully obviously. She sat towards the middle since she felt the back was also an obvious place for someone who wouldn't want to be noticed. She took out her laptop but truly she never took notes. Professor Harkness distracted her too much, if anything sometimes she would type their names with different last names such as Rio Harkness or Rio Vidal-Harkness or Agatha Vidal or maybe even Agatha Vidal-Harkness or-. She learned her professor’s first name through Facebook searching and honestly started stalking her accounts, even though Professor Harkness never really posted much. Once she learned her first name she couldn't help but possibly moan it whenever she had alone time at her apartment. Agatha. God how she loved how it sounded. Rio loved just staying in bed and touching herself to the thought of Agatha. Sometimes she would pull up pictures that she had posted from her facebook and touch herself just to her selfies alone. Rio didn't care how wrong it was, she knew it would never happen and just wanted to have her fun. She was taken out of her immoral thoughts once she heard Agatha’s voice but once she saw her the thoughts just got stronger. Today Professor Harkness was not only wearing her tailor made white button up and black slacks but today she was wearing a messy bun that just made Rio go feral. The things she would do that that woman if she just would let her were maddening.

“Good Morning class, hope you all are having a better day than I am” said Professor Harkness, putting down her briefcase and logging into the computer at the podium. “Ok class we’re going to be continuing from last week’s lecture about Mary Douglas and Purity and Danger: Social relations and the co-wife relationship…” Professor Harkness continued on about her lecture but Rio wasn’t paying attention to any of it. She stared at Agatha’s lips as she continued on about the wonders of witchcraft and religion but all Rio could think about was how soft her lips were. Rio was already wet and squirming in her seat just thinking about putting her hands into Agatha’s hair and having her eat her out. Being too distracted, Rio didn’t notice that class was over and she was the last one left. “Miss Vidal, did you have any questions about today’s lecture?” Agatha asked, logging out of the computer. Rio looked away from her and around the room, noticing everyone had left, “Uh, I-uh, No Professor, thank you though” said Rio, putting away her laptop. “Well if you wouldn’t mind staying a bit longer I was hoping to discuss some things with you” said Agatha. “S-sure I don’t have a class after this so I have some time.” Rio said, putting on her backpack. “Perfect, follow me to my office” Professor Harkness said, getting her briefcase and holding open the door for Rio.

This was absolute torture. Rio was full of panic and anxiety but tried her best not to show any of it. She could smell Professor Harkness’s perfume and tried to memorize every note of it so she could maybe try and find it later. She was thinking of how she could spray it on one of her pillows and use it to masturbate while thinking of Agatha. Lost in thought she hadn’t realized that they were already at Agatha’s office. She abruptly stopped and looked up to see Agatha was holding the door for her. “Thank you professor” Rio said with a nod, heading inside and sitting on one of the seats in front of Agatha’s desk. “So what is it you wanted to talk to me about Professor Harkness?” Rio asked as the professor stood near her desk. “You can cut the crap Miss Vidal” Agatha said checking her nails, not even looking up to meet Rio’s eyes. “W-what?” Rio questioned, unsure of what Agatha could have meant. “I’ve noticed the way you’ve been staring at me in class for weeks now Rio. On top of that, someone mysteriously left a like on one of my old pictures from facebook. You wanna guess who it could have been?” Agatha asked with her hand on her hip, staring daggers into Rio’s eyes. Rio was like a deer in headlights, she wasn’t sure what to do or say. Everytime she stalked Agatha’s facebook she made sure she was on airplane mode so the likes would never go through if she accidentally liked them by accident. How could she have fucked up like this.She knew she was royally fucked and there was no way to get out of this. “Oh c'mon don’t look so shocked, you really think I wouldn’t have noticed? I know you’re a smarter girl than that” Agatha said, grabbing Rio’s chin so she was looking up at her. Agatha began to chuckle with a sinister look on her face, leaning in to whisper into Rio’s ear. “Don’t be so shy now, where’s the girl who loves to stare at me all class? I think maybe she deserves a bit of a reward for being so patient, wouldn’t you say so?” Agatha asked leaning back to look into Rio’s eyes. “Words sweetie. I need words” she said leaning in, only being a breath away from her lips. Rio thought she must have been dreaming. There was no way this could be happening. “Y-yes” said Rio, her pupils dilating. She had been waiting for this moment for months now, thinking it would never happen. “Good girl” said Agatha, finally giving Rio the kiss she had been waiting for. Her lips were softer than Rio had imagined, she could be here for an eternity if Agatha let her. Rio couldn’t help but let out a moan as Agatha continued to kiss her and slip her tongue down her throat. However, Rio wouldn’t let her win so easily. They began to fight for dominance in the kiss as Rio started to fondle Agatha’s tits.

“Slow it down tiger” Agatha told Rio, separating from their kiss with a pop.“I canceled the rest of my classes on the way over here so we have all the time in the world” Agatha told her unbuttoning her shirt. Rio grabbed Agatha's arms and pulled her forward, forcing Agatha to straddle her lap. Rio was basically assaulting Agatha’s neck at this point, she was sucking and nips any and all skin she was coming in contact with. Agatha couldn’t help but moan and let Rio have her way with her. “I’ll slow down when I feel like it but I’ve been wanting this for too long to do that” Rio said, continuing to mark Agathas’s neck and chest. “ This is nice but I need you somewhere else Rio” Agatha said, undoing her bra clip. She let her bra fall to the floor, not caring that her clothes were going to be scattered. Rio unlatched from Agatha's neck and leaned back to finally see a part of what she has only been fantasizing for months. Almost immediately her mouth latched to one of Agatha's nipples while her other hands was fondling and teasing the other. “Oh God yes, just like that Rio” Agatha said, gasping from the surprise of having Rio act so quickly.

Agatha had only noticed Rio’s longing looks for about a week now, she noticed once she saw a weird notification pop up on her Facebook. She hardly ever posted and only used it as a way of contact for one or two people. When she clicked on it she saw Rio Vidal had liked a selfie she had posted years ago. Originally she was going to ask Rio about it the next day but once she noticed how Rio stared at her in class, she couldn't help but stretch it out. In fact Agatha thought it made her class more exciting, having to focus on giving her lecture while being undressed by someone's eyes. She hadn't even thought that Rio had an infatuation with her since she always kept up a good grade. Rio started to move downwards, kissing down Agatha's stern. “Get up” Rio said with a demanding tone. Agatha did just that, not questioning the other woman at all. “Remove your pants and pants, then sit in the chair” she said, looking at Agatha, waiting for her to complete her command. Agatha was taken a back from Rio's sudden dominance but wasn't opposed to it, if anything she thought it was hot and was getting wet just from her tone. Agatha proceeded to remove her pants and pants as instructed, leaving her fully nude, sitting in the chair. Rio went to her knees and caressed Agatha's knees. Slowly she started kissing up Agatha's legs and spreading them while doing so. She couldn't help herself and stopped at Agatha's thighs to mark them. She wanted Agatha to never forget about her and hopefully fall for her as much as she did for her. Agatha couldn't help but put one of her hands on Rio's head, scratching their scalp to let her know where she really wanted her. Rio got the message and stopped teasing. She finally was face to face with what she had only been dreaming of, honestly it was better than she could have ever imagined. Rio started by just licking the strip of Agatha's pussy fully to get a taste but once she had a taste, she dove fully in. She loved the feeling of Agatha's full bush brushes against her nose which only made her wanna dive in more. “Oh Rio, yes right there, good girl” Agatha told her, pushing her head closer to her. Agatha couldn't help and grind against Rio's face, she couldn't help but think of taking her back to her place just so she could ride her face. Rio on the other hand was noticing how Agatha’s dominant demeanor from earlier was crumbling. She decided to say fuck and wanted to see Agatha in pure pleasure because of her. Rio started to suck on Agatha's clit and pump two of her fingers into her. Agatha moaned louder than she ever had before, not just from the pleasure but from the shock of being pushed into it so suddenly. “Oh god Rio, I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum!” Agatha yelled, digging her nails into Rio's scalp and pushing her harshly towards her. Rio continued to pump into but now added a third finger to hopefully push Agatha to the edge. “I'm cumming! Oh god Rio!I'm cumming Rio!” Agatha screamed, slowly loosening her grip on her. Rio started to slow her pace so Agatha could ride it out, she slowly removed her fingers and proceeded to suck them them looking up at Agatha.

Rio got up from her knees and straddled Agatha on her chair. “Can I kiss you Agatha?” Rio asked, playing with Agatha’s hair. “Really? You just ate me out and now you're gonna ask for a kiss?” Agatha asked, giggling. She didn't quite understand Rio but her actions and everything were so endearing, she wouldn't mind falling for a girl like her. “I still didn't get an answer” Rio said with a smile, looking down at her professor. Agatha couldn't help but giggle more, “Yes, yes you can kiss me” said Agatha, leaning in closer. Rio closed the gap and gave Agatha a tender kiss. In all honesty, Agatha was ready for another heated kiss but she didn't mind how sweet this one was. She was swooning in her chair and wasn't for the amount of emotions that were in this one single kiss. Rio broke the kiss and leaned back to look at Agatha. “If I'm going to be fully honest Agatha, I don't know if I could handle this being a one time thing. I- I have had feelings for you for so long and I don't know what I would do…” Rio told her with full honesty, unsure of what would happen next. Agatha didn't respond but kept eye contact with Rio, slowly she cupped Rio's face. “Rio, I have no doubt in the feeling you have for me but I need you to understand the consequences of this relationship. If anyone finds out about this we both are in jeopardy. I want something more than a one time thing but we can't do things like a regular couple, we can't go on dates in public or show any PDA. While I hate that we have to keep this a secret I don't mind it for the time being if we can be together” Agatha said, caressing Rio's face with her thumbs. “I understand. I'm fine with it, we only have to do it for a year anyways, I'm transferring next year so as long as we can keep it a secret for a year then we can do things any regular couple can do. I want this Agatha, I want you.” said Rio, overlapping Agatha's hands with her own. “Good, cause I definitely want you” Agatha told her, leaning in for a quick kiss. “Now if I recall I think I owe someone” Agatha told Rio, groping her ass. “Owe? Never but I wouldn't find the favor I have u being repaid the favor” Rio told her, lifting up her shirt. Rio finally got what she dreamed for and she wouldn't have had it any other way.

#lesbian #wlw #sapphic #agatha x rio #agathario #agatha harkness x rio vidal #rio vidal #agatha harkness #student au #smut #nsft #fanfic

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thejesterstears · 1 month ago

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My initial thoughts on TADC episode 3 (SPOILERS)

These may be a little scattered because I need to rewatch to fully process everything but here are my thoughts (spoilers beneath cut):

I love further exploring the silly cartoonish capabilities of everyone's bodies in the circus, the opening scene was honestly very cute lol (and then that seemingly goofy scene ended up having a bit of significance later on which was a nice way to tie up the episode).

"Zooble turns straight" oh I'd love to see them try lmaoooo

I was NOT expecting existential Caine angst but I appreciate that there's a bit more depth to his character even though he's ultimately a goofball AI who is perhaps a bit too sentient and committed to his job.

Augh I love delving more into Zooble's character, that they're more sensitive than they initially come across and that they still struggle to come to terms with their new body. I'd actually forgotten that (unless there was another one in between that Goose didn't specify) Zooble was the newest member of the circus before Pomni came along, so it's entirely possible they're still totally adjusting to everything since we don't know how long before Pomni's arrival that they had been there.

Oh god, the Kinger lore...seeing him so succinct and clear-minded, remembering his last moments with his wife, it truly hurt to see but in a very moving way. I loved him from the start but seeing so much more of him like this makes me adore him even more. Knowing that he seeks out the comfort and darkness of his pillow fort for the mental clarity it provides him kind of makes me want to die a little.

ALSO. HE WAS SUCH A FATHER WITH POMNI. I was fully expecting it to be a scene of Pomni comforting Kinger but it was honestly far more touching and beautiful that he was the one comforting her, because she honestly needed that connection with someone actually in the circus who saw how she was struggling and was very earnest in addressing it. I actually got emotional when he told her she was strong, and the way he so protectively held her hand as they escaped ;v;

I will be thinking about possessed Pomni for a month straight now, why did she give possessed Amy vibes from that one Sonic X episode to me lol

I was so, so happy that Pomni had a moment of truly connecting with Ragatha and thanking her for her kindness. That particular bit was something I had hoped to see back in ep2 and was a little disappointed to not see, although revisiting the episode later it made sense why she wasn't in the mindset to do so. But seeing Pomni essentially make amends with Ragatha and appreciate the efforts she'd taken to help Pomni fit in was such a satisfying bit of closure for me, and I hope this means we see more of their developing friendship over the course of the series.

#the amazing digital circus #the amazing digital circus spoilers #tadc spoilers #tadc episode 3 #jester tea

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machabre · 28 days ago

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@ wolves-ate-my-heart I promised so here it is, oneshot'ed this thing yesterday and today.. I'm so rusty when it comes to writing fiction (esp fics that aren't horror) so apologies in advance if it sucks! lol

Anyway, yeeah a little sickfic with Dragunov. Slightly xreader but not overly romantic or intimate. ~2500 words

When Dragunov said he was home, you said you were coming over. That was your usual exchange of messages, and Sergei was usually practically waiting at the door for you. Given you hadn't seen the soldier in- how long has it been again? Two weeks, three? His failure to appear was out of character. You wait about a minute more before knocking again.

And silence.

You shift your weight to the other leg, fidgeting with your keyring, the metal stinging softly against your hand that's gone just a bit sweaty at the thought of a specific new addition. The White Angel of Death had entrusted you with access to his space, weeks ago, actually, not long before he'd disappeared like he often did. He'd leave you little aside from the hope of a text upon his return and this time, the key; embellished with a skull. You honestly never dreamed of using it until now.

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You tell yourself that you'll just have a look around to see that Sergei is not hurt or— you stop your thoughts there. The man was infamous, if anything, with at least a handful of people who wanted him dead. But Sergei was a force to be reckoned with himself, he could hold his own, you think.

As you let yourself into the White Angel's home, a chill races over your skin. You close the door on the crisp air behind you, and the apartment is still. The air feels markedly unused despite the low drone of a ceiling fan in another room. The place is familiar to you- even the silence. You'd been in here a number of times, but never alone, of course.

Stiffly, you wander into the short alcove, where Dragunov has hung that coat he likes wearing- the wolven grey one. You think he'd have taken it with him on a cool day like this. You follow the emptiness to the kitchen and living room, thinking you'll go no further than that- but with laptop and cup of tea flanking him is Dragunov himself, asleep at the small dining room table. Sergei's in comfortable clothes for once; a broken-in henley and black sweatpants, his hair still tied up and head resting in his folded arms. You sigh in relief, realizing you'd barely breathed after closing that door. He probably had some work to follow up on, or maybe he couldn't sleep until just now— he was always such a light sleeper, you're surprised he your knocking didn't rouse him. You start to back up and leave him undisturbed, but Dragunov moans softly, and lifts his head as if your presence alone was more detectable than your knock.

You hear his back pop when he straightens- and you're not surprised, nothing about that pose looked comfortable. His expression warms slightly upon fully recognizing it's you in front of him, and he stands up abruptly, as happy to see you as a lost puppy upon seeing its owner. You brace yourself for a near bone-crushing hug, or being swept off your feet and carried right out the door. Neither come, because Dragunov quickly sways and grips the edge of the table, looking like he's going to fall over, or puke- or-

"Hey whoa-" You rush to place a hand at his waist to ensure he doesn't faceplant into the table, or anything else, forgetting Dragunov weighs an upwards of 200 pounds right before he leans into you. "Damn, you are heavy-" He grunts softly at how his shirt hikes up his stomach. "Are you okay?" You ask, brow creased. Dragunov shifts his weight off of you and nods reassuringly. But you're not so sure. It only took one touch to feel how hot and sticky he was where he's usually cool, and you notice the shadows under his eyes are at a ten instead of a three. It's all enough to make you consider that The White Angel of Death, might be sick. You resolve to at least get him to lay down on the couch, if not to bed.

He's heavy- there's no way you're carrying him, but you do help drag Sergei to the other room while he puts up almost no resistance, aside from little grunts. He stumbles into place when you nudge him in the direction of the sofa, slumping into the couch as if hungry for its upholstered embrace. "Don't think I'm not happy to see you, Sergei, but you look like shit." The heat radiating off his body when you as much as sit next to him, is intense, no wonder he seemed so woozy. "Maybe it's a good thing I broke in."

Dragunov's lips curl at that. You did not break in. He gave you that key for a reason, and he's considering letting you stay as company. You reach over and brush some of the loose hair out of his face and behind his ear, the strands sticking to his cheekbone as you do so. "Damn. Your Siberian ass should not be this hot. You've got one hell of a fever." He smiles at that comment, a tiny smirk as you place the back of your hand to his cheek and forehead. "You know, with how you overwork yourself, I'm surprised this is the first time I've seen you come down with something like this."

He turns away with a soft sigh, avoiding any more touching. He'd survived far worse things than this, in fact, he'd probably shake it all off by tomorrow. He just.. doesn't want to give it to you, as happy as he is to see you. He makes it a point to scoot further away, just enough so that you're not touching, and makes a small sound to punctuate his decision. "Okay, okay. I get it. I'll live if I catch a cold you know." You chuckle. "Let me get something for that fever at least."

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You couldn't have been gone for more than the five minutes it took to find his cold and flu medicine, a blanket, and fill a glass of water, but Sergei managed to doze off in that time. He's laying on his side, hands folded across his stomach. He doesn't fit on the couch that way, not even close. His breathing, which had never been audible in your recollection, was heavy and congested. "Drag-" you whisper. "Drag.." You hold up the glass and blister packs, a light blanket tucked under your arm. "Got some medicine, and a blanket, if you're cold." Dragunov scrunches up his features as if both of those concepts are completely foreign to him. The thought that he might be out of it enough to speak is definitely one on your mind, but he doesn't. He just sits up with a full-bodied groan you recognize as his voice- separate from his usual whispery growls. The sound and sudden motion leads to a cough, which he stifles the best he can, and less than one second later he's having a full blown coughing fit despite his efforts. It's so unlike him- to make any sound above a couple decibels in the first place, never mind like this. It almost worries you.

You can assume he's got a headache on top of it all with the way the spasms leave him wincing. You press the blister-packaged pills and glass into his hands that obviously were reaching for the blanket. "Take this first." you tell him. "Then you'll rest." He complies, puncturing each blister pack and taking the dose with a sip of water. A sip that leads to him chugging the rest of the glass like a man dying of thirst in the desert. "Hey, hey!" You stop him halfway through the glass with a gentle touch to the arm.

"Hm?" Dragunov grunts in surprise, licking his lips. He gives you a glare. What? His throat feels like sandpaper, and you're depriving him of the only thing that's felt nice all morning? "Slow down with that. The last thing we need is you puking it up." You say and tap the glass with the back of a fingernail. He shakes his head subtly, gives a single dry chuckle, and proceeds to completely drain the glass anyway before he hands it back to you with a half-nod, a tiny sound, and a curled lip- with an almost defiant air.

"Yeah, and I'd have known you were that thirsty if you'd just have-" You sigh and take the glass back, but not before giving his bicep a playful flick and dropping the blanket in his lap. "You're kind of insufferable you know." You tease. He smiles a bit more completely at that. "Hold onto this and I'll be right back."

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You head to the kitchen with the mind to try bringing juice this time, just to get a little jolt of energy into him. But with the state of his kitchen you quickly realize anything but water is off the menu. His fridge isn't only vacant of juice, but anything ingestible to begin with, the pantry- more dust and shadows than food. You're honestly a little surprised, but it makes sense given how little time he realistically spends living here. You fill the glass again, making a mental note to tidy up for him and get a few essentials later.

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Dragunov sips this glass at a slower pace. He's pulled the blanket you gave him around his body, and is shivering now as he swallows the last droplets of water from the glass. "Told you, take it slow." He shakes his head and sets the empty glass on the table beside him. "Now you're just shivering." Dragunov looks at you with a reassuring warmth and a grunt as he shifts positions. He's hiding the achiness he must be feeling behind near silence, but you can see it in his movements- Dragunov is tired, his body is sore, and he's still burning up- only now chills are making him miserable.

"Here, Sergei-" you motion for him to turn around. "I think I might know something that will help, a little." Dragunov does as you ask, not without a raise of an eyebrow though. He's clearly wondering what you have in mind, and more importantly, what you're helping with this exercise. "Just turn around." You say. Dragunov shifts again with a rough vocalization that sounds all kinds of irritated and uncomfortable- and sick. He grabs a handful of tissues from the table in front of him and coughs a couple times. This time unhampered, and phlegmy. He crumples them up to toss out later. "Now, I'm not gonna cure you but-"

He shivers when you push the blanket aside and slide a gentle palm under his shirt, but the shudder quickly gives way to a relaxed sigh when you begin to rub his mid-back in soothing circles. He's so stiff, from fighting no doubt, and fighting this illness.

"Are my hands too cold too?" you ask as your other hand joins in the massage. Dragunov shakes his head. Though your hands do feel cool to him, it's nice on his overheated skin, just like the cold water. He sighs gratefully when your fingertips sink deeper into his thick muscle and he leans into the corner of the couch while you're trying your best not to linger too much on each scar interrupting his pale skin, the little sounds he's making, or the slight arch forming in his back and hips.

He groans again, softly, when you reach his neck, which compared to the rest of his muscle bound form, is especially elegant and trim. Just like the rest of him, it's full of tension and you delicately work out the knots. Dragunov sighs and abruptly flips his head to the side, startling you. "Am I hurting you?" you ask, concerned. Dragunov groans and squirms again, like a little spasm. A more languid shake of his head follows, and you can see his dark lips curled into a pleased smile, his eyes closed. He sighs again through his nose, which sounds a little stuffy, but most of the usual steely tension has melted from his face. You don't think you've ever seen Sergei's forehead without that crease.

You chuckle and wrap your arms around his solid waist so that you're almost on top of him. Then you lean down and give him a gentle kiss, there on the neck- then on the jaw because you know Sergei would never let you kiss him on the lips while he's infected like this. In fact, you're almost surprised he didn't send you off and quarantine himself in his apartment the second he woke up. He sighs as your hand brushes over his solid abs, with your chin on his shoulder and his long hair touching your face. The scent that permeates it is sharp, a little smoky, almost acrid- not a conventionally nice scent but one that's come to remind you of Dragunov all the same.

You can't help but wonder about all the other times Sergei must've fallen ill. Was he always alone? Would he just take something and tough it out, hiding his weakness. You know very well he doesn't realistically require any care for a simple virus, nevermind you waiting on him hand and foot- or at least trying to read his silent language. Because Dragunov is.. Dragunov. He's perfectly capable when it comes to fending for himself, but he's also a master of concealment. His voice is only the tip of it, and pain, well he treats it no differently than everything else he hides. Maybe you want to show him he doesn't always need to do that, at least, not with you. And maybe even more, you want him to know he needs to let his guard down sometimes, and when he does- he'll be safe if you can help it.

The fact that he's willing to trust you on this level out of anyone else makes warmth prick at your face and extremities as you rest against him, especially when you remind yourself how you got in this situation in the first place. Dragunov interrupts the thought by clearing his throat, followed by a low vocalization. "Any better?" You whisper, not expecting much of an answer, but you try anyway. Dragunov offers a humming sigh, which you feel rumble through his chest. "Alright, let's get the rest then." You say.

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By the time you've reached his mid back again for round two, he's fallen fully asleep. You pull the back of his shirt down and replace the blanket to keep his temperature stable. You have to say, he looks just a little better- his complexion is back to it's usual pallid tone, lips rich and dark against it. It's a look you've learned to recognize as "healthy" when it comes to Dragunov, at least. The couch still isn't the most comfortable of things for him to sleep on‐ he's practically pushed you to the very edge with his splaying out, and his head is awkwardly bent so that it'll undo all your work, but dragging Sergei to bed isn't exactly an option for you.

Carefully, you reach over and give his hair tie a slow and gentle tug to free his inky black hair from its usual ponytail. You run the silky lengths through your hands, smoothing out the crease made by sweat and his everyday style. You're not sure, but his skin feels cooler as you readjust his head and sweep his hair down the side of his neck.

You slip away from the couch without waking Sergei, thinking you'll sneak out while he sleeps so you can make some soup for when his fever breaks.

#if you ppl pry me out of my diamond strong containment cell and make me share more writing im not going to believe it #.dragu

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booasaur · 1 year ago

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Can you imagine the horror Cruz felt the past few days, every day, unexpectedly falling deeply in love with this beautiful, lovely and kind woman and then the knowledge that she has to kill her father, actually take the life from someone this kind girl who loves her cares about. And having this conflict, this horror eating at her, corrupting her love for Aaliyah until she couldn't touch her without feeling all the guilt and disgust at herself. Now she also has regret to live with.

Oh, anon, I've been thinking of nothing else!

I was actually afraid after we left Cruz watching Joe's supercut of Amrohi's biggest hits, ep 8 would have her buying into the mission so it'd be more of an action oriented spy thing with Aaliyah only eventually adding a last minute conflict, but that wasn't the case at all! My girl remained cold to it and it stayed only a mission she had to carry out, nothing she believed in.

What's really struck me is that despite Joe and Kaitlyn's years more of experience and close dealings with the politicians and businessmen who showed this was all a game, Cruz saw the truth of the situation more clearly than they ever did, just by listening to Aaliyah. She was able to contrast both versions she was hearing and extract the reality in a way they never could because they never cared about the other side.

Cruz is terrible for undercover work because she treats her target like a human. That's really what it comes down to, right. She saw Aaliyah as a person and valued what she thought and felt and now here we are. And the worst thing for her is that Aaliyah didn't get through to her by being a funny, charming smokeshow (or not JUST that, lol), she was kind and vulnerable. Cruz may be bad at being a spy but she's a great soldier (as we saw in that kitchen, whew) and Aaliyah's exactly the kind of person she wants to protect. Credit to the show for letting us see how agonizing it was for Cruz to go against all her morals and instincts and everything in her to do this mission. The fact that she fell in love, needed and was needed by this one person, the tragedy of it all.

And actually, credit to Laysla De Oliveira as well! I've been praising Stephanie Nur a lot so far and as I mentioned, no shade to Laysla, but Cruz has been quite opaque and hard to read, as intended, I'm sure, she's supposed to be this tough marine AND is playing an undercover role, she mostly just reflected what Aaliyah threw at her. But these last two eps, gosh, she really brought ALL these additional layers. It really sold the romance, like, first, she was NOT faking in those last two eps, but just how guilty and anxious she was, and the anger and self-loathing at the end? Even that moment on the balcony looking out where she was all rueful, it was more subtle but still so expressive:

Honestly, I've actually really loved Aaliyah's character and was waiting for the finale to see if she lived so I could add her to my fave characters list, because I'm not gonna add a character who's built up just for an extra tragic death, but I've ended up adding BOTH. The strength of character Cruz showed in the end to realize and accept what's she'd done, and the kindness in believing both Aaliyah and even her dad deserved more grace, I found myself genuinely loving her by the end.

I really can't tell if she's going to return, but I hope so, she deserves more closure than that, they both do.

#replies #femslash related stuff #Anonymous #sent on 20230904 #5 #special ops: lioness #special ops lioness #special ops lioness 1x08 #aaliyah x cruz

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this is my first time asking because I really like your writing, can I request lee Changbin.? It doesn’t matter who the Ler is, and go crazy with the prompts..I just need him, desperately. Thank you so much for doing what you do and have a great day ahead!

Just A Light Poke

I literally love you I LOVE lee!Changbin

I chose some prompts also, cuz I honestly didn't know what to write, but reading the prompts gave me some inspiration so I decided using some of them, I hope that's fine

And you're so sweet anon, thank youuu

Also thanks for the request<33

-tickle fic, if you don't like that you can keep scrolling

lee!Changbin ler!Jeongin

requested by: anon

warnings: threatens against the shoes (lol😭), raspberries, nibbles, swearing, kinda long

Prompt 23, list #1: “I thought that you said you weren’t ticklish.”

Prompt 36, list #1: “I didn’t tell you to stop…”

Prompt 47, list #1: “I think that i like this. Can you do it some more?”

Prompt 99, list #1: “You almost never swear! This must be a lot for you!”

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Skz had been on schedule the whole day. On interviews, recording some content for Stay, just like some episodes of 2Kids Show, and also practicing for the upcoming presentations on music awards there are between December and January.

The members, were tired but also happy and proud of themselves for how this era was doing, but one member, Changbin, woke up with extreme energy that day.

Changbin was being extremely loud and clingy, more than usual, especially with Jeongin, always hugging him and chasing him for hugs or to ask him for kisses (which are never given).

Jeongin normally wouldn't care, and actually, wasn't caring at the moment. He knows how Changbin is, and he might seem bothered by that, but he's actually not. In fact, Jeongin also woke up in a good, playful mood that day, so we can say their energies where matching together and they were having fun in between all the tiring things the were having to do across the day.

While they were playfully fooling around after and interview, Jeongin poked Changbin's side. It was a light poke, Jeongin didn't even think when he did it, but Changbin practically jumped at it. Jeongin just giggled a bit and decided to not think much about it.

But... How many times had Changbin wreck him after seeing his extremely ticklish reaction to the lightest touch? This was the perfect opportunity to get him back. So the maknae just kept that information for later, he was really going to destroy that guy...

Some hours later, it was already 9pm, the members were extremely tired, excepting for Changbin, who somehow kept some energy, so it was sure the members in the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm weren't going to sleep soon. Maybe our baby bread could help them with that...

It was a surprise for the whole group when Jeongin asked Chan if he could to go with them to their dorm, and he'd go to his later. It's not like Jeongin didn't like visit his hyungs from the other dorm, it's just that... Well, he wasn't likely to go after a long work day.

And definitely not at 9pm.

But 3racha and Hyunjin were happy to be visited by their maknae, despite the hour, so they accepted.

After being threatened by Minho about selling all his shoes if he wasn't at their dorm before 10:30pm, Jeongin entered the car where 3racha+Hyunjin were, and they went to their dorm.

Once in the 3racha+Hyunjin dorm, Jeongin sat on a living room's couch with Chan. They were going to see a movie cuz there was actually nothing much to do, while Changbin, Jisung and Hyunjin went each one to their own room.

Around minute 20, Jeongin decided to go complete his mission before the dwaekki fell asleep, so he confessed his plan to Chan, who understoond perfectly and paused the movie so the youngest wouldn't miss anything.

Jeongin stood up and walked towards Changbin's room "Hyung? You still awake?" He asked, making sure to not be too loud in case he was already asleep.

"Yup. Come in, Innie" Changbin said from the other side of the door.

Jeongin entered the older's room, closing the door behind him and sitting down next to him in his bed "What you doing, hyung?" He asked innocently, as if he waren't about to tickle the shit out of him.

Changbin was happy to have a time with his youngest, after all, he appreciated the members a lot and was happy when they were the ones looking for him, it felt good.

"Just scrolling through Instagram. Nothing new or interesting. What about you? Weren't you watching a movie with Chan hyung?"

"Oh, yes, but... You'll see, I've been thinking about something the whole day and now I need to do it, could you let me?" Jeongin asked, with that cute and infallible smile of his.

"Let you do... Exactly what?" The dwaekki asked, raising an eyebrow, now finding the youngest's behavior non usual from him.

"Can I tickle you, hyung? I won't be too mean, really"

Changbin was surprised and flustered by the maknae's question, he was expecting everything but that "T-Tickle me? Are you serious? Pfft, I'm... Not even ticklish, so it would be in vain if you tried. Sorry to disappoint you, baby bread" The older rushed to reply, the nervousness evident in his voice and a light pink blush spreading over his cheeks.

"If you're not ticklish then you wouldn't mind if I test it myself, right?" Jeongin grinned at the older, knowing he will win this fight

"U-Uhhhh... I-I..."

Without letting him say another word, Jeongin jumped over the rapper and sat on his thighs, also keeping his arms above his head.

It was so unexpected that Changbin couldn't even fight back, and at the moment he realized everything, he was already pinned down by the youngest.

Jeongin didn't lose any more time and immediately started squeezing the older's side, provoking loud, cute giggles out of him, and attempts of squirming, that failed since Jeongin had him immobilized.

"Oh? What's that, hyung? I thought you said you weren't ticklish" Innie teased, with a grin on his face.

"Shuhuhuhuhut up, Jeongihihihin!" Changbin blushed at the youngest's teases

Jeongin gasped dramatically "How dare you say such rude things to your dongsaeng, hyung? Channie hyung have told you multiple times that you have to respect your youngers!" The maknae went wild on Changbin's ribs, his worst spot from far

"N-NohohOHOHOHOHO INNIHIHIHIHIHIE! WAHAHAHAHAIT! INNIE, INNIHIHIHIE IT TICKLES SO MUHUHUHUHUCH. I CAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIHIT!"

After a few more seconds torturing the older, Jeongin stopped and got off of his hyung, leaving Changbin all blushed and breathing hard.

"I didn't tell you to stop..." Changbin said as turned his face to face (lol😭) Innie.

Jeongin looked at the dwaekki, a bit surprised at his words "What do you mean?" Asked, just to make sure he understood right.

"I mean that... I think that I like this. Can you do it some more?" Changbin asked shyly

Jeongin could only smile at the older's request, not having expected that, but finding it extremely cute, so sat back on Changbin thighs and started squeezing his hips, making him go crazy.

"WaHAHAHAHAIT JEONGIN, THAT'S BAHAHAHHAHAHAD! THAT'S REALLY BAHAHAHHAHAHAD!"

"Awwwww, you like this, hyungie?"

Changbin could barely talk, so answered as he could, not thinking twice before doing it "HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA YEHEHEHEHEHES, YEHEHEHEHHEHEHES!"

Jeongin smiled and lifted up the older's shirt, and without any warning, blew a raspberry close to his side, making Changbin kick his legs and move his head like crazy, while did his best to push Jeongin's head out of his belly, failing even though he's so strong, but strong people also become weak when tickled. Understand him.

"FUHUHUHUHUHUCK! FUCK, JEONGIHIHIHIHIN, THAT'S TOO BAHAHAHAD! THAT'S BAD, IT'S BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAD, IT'S REALLY BAHAHAHHAD"

Jeongin giggled on the dwaekki's belly "You almost never swear! This must be a lot for you!" And then proceeded to nibble all over the other guy's midsection while scribbling his ribs, which drove the older totally insane.

"NOHOHOHOHOHOHO, JEONGIHIHIHIHIN! JEONGIN, FUHUHUHUHUCK, THIS IS TOO BAD! IT'S TOO BAD, I CAN'T TAKE IHIHIHIHIT! HAHAHAHHAHAHAHAHA JEONGIN, JEONGIN STOP, STOP PLEHEHEHEHEASE!"

Jeongin finally stopped, getting off of his hyung for the second time, and stroking his hair a bit, as an aftercare.

"Was that too much, hyungie?" The younger asked softly, to what the older shook his head and blushed while answering "It was great, thank you, Innie"

Changbin then gave a small but tight hug to his dongsaeng, as another way of thanking him. Jeongin, even though he wasn't a great fan of skinship, accepted the hug with a slight smile, and even hugged Binnie back.

After pulling away from the hug, Binnie stared a the ceiling for some seconds, and then spoke up again "What time did Lee Know hyung said you had to be home or else he'd sell all your shoes?"

"SHIT, YOU'RE RIGHT" Jeongin quickly checked the hour: 10:23pm. He could make it to the dorm in seven minutes, right? He hoped so, or his shoes were going to pay the consequences.

Innie stood up from Changbin's bed in a rush, yelling a "Good night Changbin, Han, and Hyunjin hyungs" while running all over the dorm. Then arrived the living room and let a tired from running "Good night Channie hyung" out. Chan couldn't help but giggle at the youngest's hurry, but replied with a "Good night for you too Innie, and you better run cuz it's already 10:25", which only made the maknae even more worried, so he ran out of the dorm towards his, which fortunately was just a few streets away.

Changbin, meanwhile, was still staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene of Innie absolutely wrecking the total shit out of him. Damn, that felt so good and liberating.... Maybe he could ask him for more one day...

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AHHIE'S BACK AGAIN, HELLO😻

And I'm back with my long fics with an even longer introduction, this feels more me than ever

I love lee!Changbin so this was really fun and cute to write

I hope you guys like it, and lmk if you prefer long or short fics the most, I'm still having a crisis with that

Also, heavily thinking on doing a taglist for all of my fics, what do you think????

And please tell me you get the shoes thing I couldn't think of anything better but I really liked it😭 (Heavily thinking on writing a drabble or an os with that, help)

Anyway-

#skz tickle #kpop tickle #stray kids tickle #tickle #tickle content #ahhie's blog

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