#i just didn't feel ready for a while and trying to get my muse back was like pulling fucking teeth

[xunverzedx]

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[leriexoxo]

FOLLOW MY LEAD

pairing: bff! Jeongin x Afab reader

genre: fluff, smut, best friends to lovers

tags: first time sex, 18+ content, noona reader, unprotected sex, oral (m,f), fingering, breeding, idol Jeongin, inexperienced Jeongin, corruption kink, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, feelings realization.

word count: 7.5k

summary: Jeongin finally decides to get a girlfriend and start doing things idols his age did, but the only problem was that he was a very inexperienced virgin, but feeling too embarrassed to seek advice from his band mates, what happens when Jeongin decides to ask his older best friend for advice on how to please a girl?

This work contains mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

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You and Jeongin have been best friends for almost four years now, the first time you met him was in the elevator in the building of your new apartment, you had just moved in a couple days ago and you still had new furniture deliveries coming even days after. You could remember vividly that afternoon, you were trying to balance two boxes in your hands as you tried to hit the button for your floor when some pretty boy rushed to stick his foot between the closing doors.

He had looked pretty nervous when he came in and probably realized he was in the elevator alone with a face he had never seen. Jeongin stood quietly beside you after pressing his floor which you noticed was one above yours, he glanced at you curiously from the corner of his eye, eyeing the boxes in your hands.

“Hi, I’m your new neighbor in case you were wondering. I just moved in a few days ago” you offered a smile when you saw he wasn’t ready to do anything but glance at you.

“Oh h-hi, I wasn’t informed that someone was moving in” he responded with a small wave.

“I didn’t know they made announcements about stuff like that,” you mused, “I’m y/n”

“Jeongin, nice to meet you, and welcome to the neighborhood I guess” he said while flashing the prettiest dimpled smile you had ever seen on a guy, he was cute.

“Well, I guess I’ll be seeing you around Jeongin, this is my floor” you said as the elevator beeped and came to a halt, stepping out and waving at him before the door closed back.

After that first encounter, you bumped into him a few more times in the building and ended up exchanging numbers and your friendship grew from that point on. You found out that he was a singer and dancer in a band with 7 other people, he had a room mate who was also in his band but was like an older brother to him, you also found out that you were a few years older than Jeongin and that he was a very adorable and innocent little guy. Since you became best friends, Jeongin came around your apartment a lot, he said it was his escape for when he needed a break from work which was very often.

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He was over at your house that evening, it was a rainy day, one for doing nothing at all except maybe watching a show. You were lying in your bed together, you on your stomach as you struggled to keep your eyes open while he was on his back next to you. There was some ghost hunting show playing on your TV, but you'd both stopped paying attention to it. The sound of raindrops beating against your window was far more fascinating.

  "Can I... ask you... something?" he asked, breaking the silence eventually.

  "Hm?" you reply, propping yourself onto your elbows so you could stare down at him next to you. He was staring up at the ceiling, brown eyes pensive, his expression ever so hard to decipher.

He opened his mouth to speak, but just as quickly closed it again. A moment later he opened it, and then closed looking like a fish out of water.

  "Today would be nice," you teased, but regret took over instantly when you watched him gulp. He didn't shoot back with an insult of his own, something which was very uncharacteristic of him.

  "How do you... you know... pleasure a girl?"

You couldn't help the laugh that escaped your mouth. Jeongin’s face burned bright, a mixture of humiliation and annoyance. It was the last thing you ever thought he'd ask and you still couldn't tell if he was teasing you or not, although something in his tone told you he was being dead serious.

  "Shut up," he says, glaring at you. "Minji invited me to her house this weekend. She keeps reminding me that her roommates aren't going to be home so I think she wants to... you know?"

Your eyebrows shot up. You felt a swell of pride grow in your chest because your best friend was finally getting some action, but you couldn't also ignore the pang of jealousy that lingered either.

His original question made sense now—Jeongin had never gotten further than kissing anyone. If he had, he would have told you. He literally told you everything, after all.

  "What, you want me to teach you?"

It was a rhetorical question, not meant to be anything more than a joke. But your best friend stayed quiet. The ‘no, dumbass’ that you expected from him as a reply never came.

  "Innie?"

  "Well, how else am I supposed to learn?" he grumbles and that's when your heart skipped a beat. He never looked this vulnerable, like he was one second away from disappearing through the floorboards of your bedroom.

  "Have you watched porn?" you asked, not really knowing what else to say.

  "Obviously," he says, and his cheeks becoming tinted with pink. "But I want to try do it myself."

Well, that was a given. Taking notes was actually different from putting them to practice. Plus, he was a boy. You doubted he ever made it past the trending page where all of the porn was scripted and fake.

You pushed yourself onto your knees, sighing as you considered where to start. You were older and more experienced than him, yes, but that didn't mean you were an expert by any means.

  "Well, all girls are different. They like different things, want different things. Some like to be in charge, some don't. But as general advice," you say, throwing one of your legs over Jeongin's waist so you could straddle him, "don't be afraid to touch her."

The younger boy's eyes nearly flew out of their sockets as you settled on his crotch. His entire body tensed up. He stayed frozen beneath you, so you took him by his wrists and guided his hands to your thighs.

  "The most important part is foreplay. If you don't get her warmed up, you won't be able to penetrate her," you tell him. Your voice dropped an octave or two to set the ball rolling, all husky unlike anything Jeongin had heard from you.

Slowly, delicately, you dragged his hands up your thighs. He was nearly panting as he tried to relish the way your soft flesh felt under his palms. You guided them along your hips, making him trace your waist, and ignoring the doubt at the back of your mind before you brought his hands up to your chest.

With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you squeezed Jeongin’s hands that were beneath yours, subconsciously letting out a soft moan as he cupped your breasts. You were sort of scared he would pass out underneath you. His eyes were even wider than before somehow, his mouth opened forming a circle, breaths so shallow now—you were not even sure if he was breathing at all.

  "Relax, Innie," you rasped.

It was when you ground your hips down in an effort to loosen him up that you felt it—he was hard. His length poked against your thigh, straining against his sweatpants as you dragged your clothed pussy over it. You felt like you were going to melt. A Cheshire cat grin formed on your lips knowing that you had just made your best friend hard.

In all his stubbornness, however, he still wouldn’t relax. You'd had your fair share of stupid ideas in your life, but you didn't think any of them came close to the one that formed in your mind in that moment.

  "Can I kiss you?" you ask, bending your body towards him. Your hands kept moving his over your clothed chest, groping and kneading at your tits. He gulped at your question before nodding, and then you were leaning your face in against his.

You came in slow, teasing. Your hands had stopped moving as your breath mixed with his. You were so close, and yet Jeongin still didn't have the courage to pull you in or meet you halfway, he was so... pliant. He just kept staring at your lips looking dumb struck.

With a grin, you finally put him out of his misery, pressing your lips to his in a soft, sweet kiss. You couldn't ignore the way your stomach fluttered, but you were too enraptured by the younger boy's plush lips to question whether it was lust or something else that was making you fuzzy.

The kiss was innocent—at first with you softly massaging his lips with yours but then you pushed your tongue against his bottom lip seeking for entrance and the moment he parted his lips; hunger took over and he deepened the kiss eliciting a moan from the base of your throat. Your hips rolled against his lap harder than before and Jeongin let out a tiny moan against your mouth.

You never were really the needy type. Sex wasn't something you craved too often. But in that moment, with Jeongin underneath you, rutting his hips against yours, and letting you lick into his mouth, you needed him.

Jeongin had always been good at reading you (not that you even hid your emotions well anyway), but you had grown close enough to the point where he could practically read your thoughts. He could sense that you were desperate for him, and his hands started to move downwards on his own accord. He was hesitant, wondering when you would stop him or give him his next directions. But you never did. You just let him act purely on his instincts, his large hands following the curve of your body until his fingers find the top of your sweatpants. You pulled away then, your lips puffy, your mind dizzy from being breathless.

   "Take them off," you instructed him, and that was enough for him to commit, he hooked his thumbs in your waistband pushed the fabric down your legs. As he struggled to get them past your knees, you lifted your body slightly off him to assist him before you threw yourself onto your bed, lying on your back so you could kick your pants off the rest of the way.

For a moment Jeongin's eyes widened, then he was flicking his gaze between your lacy black thongs and your face. He had turned a pretty shade of red and you wondered if he really had never seen a female body so up close before.

  "Go on," you say, seductively parting your legs as if both inviting him to settle between them and encouraging him to strip you entirely.

The kiss must have worked, even if a little bit because he scooted forward into the space you created for him, curling his fingers around your panties and tugging them down slowly. The cool air hit your dripping cunt immediately as he exposed you, and you gasped because how were you this wet already?

  "See this?" you say, your index finger landing on the nub above your hole. Jeongin nodded intently as if he wasn’t staring at his best friend's pussy. "That's called the clit, got it? Now you have no excuse. Don’t neglect it. Even when you're fucking her. Most girls can't cum unless you stimulate their clit."

There was a flash of panic across his face. Crap. He was not ready fuck you this soon, his brain still hadn’t caught up with his current situation.

  "Noona, but... what about foreplay first?" he said, speaking for the first time since your lecture started.

  "You wanna eat me out?" you didn’t know why the fuck you just asked that.

Jeongin's dick twitched in his pants. Yes, he definitely wanted to eat you out. He wanted to devour you until you were shaking, wanted to taste your juices (he could bet you tasted sweet and heavenly), wanted your thighs wrapped around his head. He nodded, maybe a little too enthusiastically.

You sighed. "Okay, well, I'm not sure how I'm supposed to instruct you on eating pussy. Let me see, I guess you just— oh."

He cut you off when he dove between your legs, his tongue licking a long stripe between your folds. He had watched enough porn to think he at least had an idea of what to do. And he was right—his lips wrapped around your clit and the quiet moan you gave when he sucked told Jeongin he was actually on the right track.

His tongue moved experimentally against your heat, licking at you with a precision that left you surprised by the way your eyes roll back. You'd always liked it when boys were sloppy eating you out. No rhythm, no pattern, just flicking their tongues in whatever way made you arch your back. Lack of experience could make you overthink your technique—your movements turned static. But somehow, and maybe it was because it was Jeongin, there was no denying the heat that steadily built up in your abdomen.

  "Fuck, Innie," you whined.

He pulls away for a second, blinking back at you with fear. "What?"

With a pout and a roll of your eyes, you tangle your fingers into his raven hair and push him back down between your legs. "That means you're doing good, aegi."

Jeongin's hands instinctively came to wrap around your thighs at the sound of the nickname usually you called him when he was being adorable, he gripped the soft flesh as he held your legs in place, spread you apart for him. His tongue swirled over your bud ceremoniously. Each circle he drew against your clit sent pinpricks of pleasure throughout each and every one of your nerves. The flame in your stomach grew stronger and stronger with every second.

If you weren't so entranced by the way he worked his mouth against you then maybe you would have made fun of him for having his eyes closed. Instead, you tugged at the roots of his hair, and his gaze meets yours in an instant.

  "Eye contact. Don't be scared of it," you say, and the end of your sentence morphed into a moan. It was tough to remember that you were supposed to be 'teaching' him, not just getting free head.

From that point on, Jeongin's piercing foxlike eyes never left yours. He felt himself easing into it a little bit, his tongue and lips moving almost by themselves now. It meant he got to focus on your face, how your eyebrows rose a little, how your eyes twinkled, how your lips parted ever so slightly. How you looked so fucked out and you hadn't even cum yet. You looked this gorgeous because of him.

The heat in your abdomen started to pulse. Your breathing turned ragged and your eyes rolled back again. Jeongin knew what was happening. You telling him just confirmed it.

  "I'm close, Innie—oh, fuck... Please, Innie, please..." you moaned, throwing your head back.

And just like that, your back arched off the bed as the flame erupted and you finally made it over the edge. You cried out as you hit your climax, letting out a high-pitched mixture of a curse and Jeongin's name. He tried to pull away, maybe unsure of whether it felt better to continue through an orgasm or not, but you refused to let him. Once you had come down from your high, your hand released his hair and he sat back watching you.

  "Congrats, Yang Jeongin," you chuckled, sighing. He hated it when you called him by his family name, but something about you using it in this moment made his heart swell. "You just made a woman cum."

The expression he stared back at you with was so adorable. His cheeks were flushed and there was a dazed look in his eyes. He looked shocked and in disbelief, but there was a little bit of pride there, perhaps exaggerated by the sight of your cum glimmering all over his lips.

  "Come here, aegi" you say smiling, you patted the space beside you as he wiped his mouth with his sleeve.

Ever so obedient, he moved to take the spot while you tugged your panties back up your legs. He was staring at you, so you leaned towards him, slowly in case he backed away. But he didn't, so you connected your lips with his again. It's a soft, careful kiss; your body was too weak from your orgasm to make it into anything more, but you didn't want anything more anyway.

Subconsciously you shifted closer to him until you were pressed flush against him, and it was then that you were reminded of his erection which still hadn't been dealt with. Poor boy was probably in agony.

You pulled away from Jeongin's lips, a string of spit following as you did. It was your turn to crawl in between his legs with a devilish grin on your face.

  "Wait noona, what are you...?" he started asks, frowning as you toyed with the waistband of his sweats. In the back of his head, he knew, he had seen this in porn before but he didn't want to assume.

  "Paying you back," you tell him, I mean you thought it was pretty obvious. "Unless you don't want me to. Oh, my god, I just presumed." You panicked.

  "No," he cut you off, his voice cracking. "Please..."

This time there was no reluctance whatsoever when you pulled his sweatpants down his legs, followed by his Bottega boxers. His cock was a shade darker than his skin and bright red at the tip, veiny, swollen and looked so enticing that you started drooling. It was also huge. That was the real shocker, it was one of the biggest cocks you had faced. Maybe even the biggest. All this time you couldn’t believe he'd been packing.

He jolted when your hand wrapped around him. "You need me to stop, I’ll stop, just say the word" you assured him, waiting until he nodded to resume.

You started with slow strokes up and down, collecting the pre-cum that dripped from his sensitive tip, smothering it all over the rest of his length. Briefly you pulled away to spit in your palm before wrapping them around him again. Your hand memorized each ridge that ran along his cock and all you could think was how pretty it was. How you couldn't wait to gag on it.

No, literally, you can't wait any longer. You leaned forward, your lips wrapping around his tip, tongue lapping at the slit to get a taste of his arousal.

The thought that this was his first time ever getting sucked off had you reeling. You were dizzy just thinking about it, really. You could probably even half-ass it and he'd still cum. Or you could put your all into it and he would cum so hard that no one would else would be able to compare and you would be the only one who could possibly make him feel that good. That seemed like a better option to you.

All of it spurred you on, and one look at Jeongin's blushing fucked out face had you slowly taking him inch by inch into your mouth. You struggled as you made your way down to his base, tears brimming in your eyes once he hit the back of your throat. You stayed still for a moment, adjusting to the intrusion in your wind pipe.

In that moment, Jeongin's cock twitched and with a gasp, he came, and it was as unexpected to him as it was to you, but you'd never been a quitter, so you let him spill every last drop of his thick cum down your throat while his head spun and he watched you with awe and embarrassment gracing his features.

  "I'm s-sorry," he mutters as you pop off of his cock, spluttering a little as you catch your breath.

  "For what?" You knew, you just wanted to hear him say it.

  "I didn't last." He said sheepishly.

A smile spread over your face, one that you could only hope was reassuring. You helped him pull his boxers and his pants back up and for a fleeting moment you were tempted to cuddle up next to him, until the lustful fog in your mind cleared and you remembered once more that this was still meant to be platonic. A friend teaching another friend. So, you just sat crisscrossed next to him instead.

  "Didn't know I was that good at sucking dick," you quipped, joking around to hide the possessiveness that had sprouted within you. You'd sucked off boys who were inexperienced before yet none of them had cum so quickly. It was not a coincidence. Jeongin wasn't just worked up—he was worked up for you. You just knew it.

Your best friend sat up, ever so subtly he moved an inch or two away from you, but you noticed. You noticed how he swallowed thickly. You noticed how he could barely look you in the eye.

  "Um...I’ve never told Minji that I’m a virgin, you know," he admitted after a few moments of silence. He twiddled with his fingers in his lap, looking everywhere but at you.

Was he asking you what you thought he was asking you?

  "Are you going to?" you say carefully.

  "I... I want to have experience with that too," he shrugs. “I think?”

I want you to take my virginity, is what you hear.

Your lips curled into a knowing smile again. It took everything in you not to grab him in your arms and squeeze him and hold him tight and kiss him all over. He was so precious!

  "Well, I'm always here to help if that’s what you want. Isn't that what best friends are for?"

~~~~~~

Later that night, Jeongin was back in his apartment. After he left your apartment, he silently had his dinner and avoided running into his roommate. He had showered and gotten ready for the night when his mind started to wander.

Jeongin thought he was a terrible person.

He was finally seeing someone, a pretty girl who was not intimidated by him like everyone else was. She was so sweet to him, and funny too. She made him laugh without even trying.

So why were you the only thing that was on his mind?

He laid in his bed and his mattress had never felt so uncomfortable. He had practice in the morning, so he needed to rest, but every time he shut his eyes to try and sleep all he could see was the image of you, his best friend, with his cock down your throat.

He still remembered your taste, so sweet as it dribbled onto his tongue. He remembered your lips, warm and plush against his. How your mouths moved together so... naturally, even though they shouldn't have. Best friends didn't kiss like that. Jeongin ignored this, of course. He distracted himself by thinking about your eyes, peering up at him as he came in your mouth or rolling back as his tongue moved against your clit, your irises shining like he'd never seen before. He remembered the feel of your tits, so soft, so heavenly through your t-shirt. His felt like hands were made for touching them.

He couldn't wait to be inside you. Oh, the thought made his head spin and the sooner he fell asleep the sooner it would happen. Jeongin shut his eyes, and now he welcomed your face that was there, and when he drifted off to sleep, he was dreaming about you.

Two days later, you get a text from your best friend.

Innie: hi noona.

         can I come over?

In an instant, you replied.

You: of course, :)

Moments later, a message pinged again.

Innie: can you teach me?

You couldn't hold back the smile that took over your face, knowing full well that his hands were sweating after sending the text.

You: only if you know you're ready

Innie: I am

You: ok then hurry up :P

Twenty minutes pass before there's a knock at your front door and you're shuffling over to open it. When you did, Jeongin was standing there, his body tense yet his face not betraying a single emotion as usual. His eyes glint for a moment when you appear before you're dragging him inside and to your room.

He remained by the bedroom door after you've shut it behind him, even after you'd launched yourself onto your bed with the assumption that he'd follow you, because he practically lived here anyway and after practice it was always straight to yours and you usually made him dinner or ordered take out while he showered here and spent the night binge watching dramas with you.

Now he stood there, frozen, as though he was in an unfamiliar place.

  "Innie? What's the matter?" you ask, a little worried.

Hands stuffed into the pockets of his grey hoodie, he rocked back and forth on the balls of his feet, staring down at the carpeted floor as he contemplated. When you didn't get any response from him other than a dejected huff, you pushed yourself off your bed and shuffled over to him.

  "You that nervous?" you ask, low. His breath quickened when your hand settled on his cheek and you forced his eyes to meet yours.

  "I'm... scared," he admits.

It was so unlike him to say something like that that it made you shiver. Jeongin never got nervous. Not before games, not before shows even. So, for him to confess that he was more than nervous was frightening.

  "Of course, you are. It's your first time," you assured him. "We don't have to do—"

  "No! I want to," he rushes out, his sudden eagerness giving you a whiplash. "I'm scared, but that doesn't mean I'm not ready."

His words instantly put any sparks of doubt in your mind to rest, and you smiled at him fondly.

  "Okay, but you still need to relax a little," you say, swatting your hands at his raised shoulders until they fall. "Don't worry, I'll help you."

You take his hand, guiding him to your bed to sit him down at the edge of it before you crawled into his lap, placing your thighs on either side of him.

  "Gonna kiss you, okay?" you tell him.

He blinks, and instead of giving a response he brings his mouth to yours. There's a swell of pride in your chest that only grew when you felt the weight of his hands resting on your hips. You kissed him back promptly, hands reaching up to grip his shoulders as your mouths mingled together. Somewhere along the way your tongue shoved against his and Jeongin squeezed at your waist in response.

Out of instinct, your hips started to roll against the younger boy underneath you as the desperation for friction began to grow between your legs. To your surprise, you felt his fingers begin to inch downwards, pulling at the band of your shorts and you couldn't help but grin against his lips.

The moment he pulled away, you pouted, but it was seeing his cute, blushing face that eased the disappointment.

  "I wanna try using my fingers this time," he tells you and you almost screamed because he was so sweet. Your thumb stroked his cheek, your eyes taking in his facial features: his pointed nose, his pouty, full lips that are so soft, his pretty brown foxlike eyes adorned with a thick set of eyelashes, his carved high cheekbones...

Maybe he wasn’t yours yet, but he would be. You were going to make sure of it.

With one last peck against Jeongin's lips, you crawled out of his lap and laid back against your pillows, waiting patiently for him. A voice in your head screamed at you, telling you to strip and open your legs for him and let him finger you already, but the more sensible part of you figured that he would never learn if you did everything for him.

Delicately touching you, he nudged your knees open, kneeling between the space they created before his hands were pulling your shorts down your legs along with your panties. The look in his eyes was something you would never get tired of. What was usually nonchalance was replaced with a twinkly daze as Jeongin licked his lips at the sight of your pussy.

He reached forward, fingertips just shyly teasing your hole, taking some of the arousal that's dripped out of you before he migrated to your clit. You gasped as he spreads your slick over your bud, drawing circles as he started to stimulate your nerves.

  "Innie..." you whine, curious as to how he'll react. "Please, your fingers."

He stared at you, blinking, and for a fleeting moment you could swear that the ghost of a smirk appeared on his face. The pads of his fingers kept tracing circles into your clit for a while, but after another pleading whimper from you, he slid them down to your entrance once more, but never dipping inside. He glanced up at you, and it was clear what he was asking of you.

  "Always start with one finger," you tell him. "When she asks for more give her two. Keep them curled up and move your whole arm. In and out." you explain, demonstrating the motion with your fingers, the same ones that had never even gotten you close.

Jeongin gave a determined nod before he slipped his finger inside, eyes widening at how little resistance there was from how soaked you are. He did as you instructed, crooking his digit upwards against your soft walls. He drew it back out and there was something so teasing in the way he watched the string of arousal that was attached to his finger as it came out. To your surprise, your entire face burned with humiliation.

  "I-innie," you breathe, begging but you weren’t sure what for. In any other case you would never be so flustered, but because it was Innie, it made you grow hot.

With a hum, he slid back in, curls it up again and finding a steady pace with his arm, one that had you squirming around in no time. He urged the knot in your stomach to grow with every push and pull, tiny gasps and pants leaving your mouth as he brushed against your sweet spot repeatedly. He was a natural,

  "Feels so good," you keened, your hips moving against Jeongin's hand. The cogs were visibly turning in his brain, and before you knew it there's a second finger dipping inside you. A high-pitched moan that slipped from your mouth let him know that he was doing good, giving him the confidence to keep going and he dared move a little bit faster than before.

While Jeongin's fingers were slender, they were still thicker than yours, and boy were they far longer. He reached a part inside of you that your fingers could only dream of reaching, and it turned your brain to mush. Tiny pants leaving your lips, broken ever so often by a whine of Jeongin's name. He felt it between his legs—the way you breathed the syllables out so softly, so desperately, it was starting to get him worked up too.

You were starting to squirm more. Jeongin's attentiveness proved extremely beneficial because he noticed it immediately. He picked up speed again, moving his arm now with the undying determination to get you to your edge. His eyebrows knitted together for a second as he contemplated. Then one glance at your pleading eyes and your hanging mouth and he brought his thumb to your clit to move it in tiny circles.

  "Innie... fuck," you moaned. His face was scrunched into concentration, narrowed eyes flicking back and forth between watching his fingers sink in and out of your cunt, and your pretty face as he dragged you closer and closer.

  "Gonna cum soon, Innie," you breathe. Each pump of his fingers sent jolts of pleasure to your core, every flick of his thumb sending shivers down your spine. Then before you knew it, your orgasm hurtled towards you in a wave of tight muscles and a burning heat in your abdomen. Your eyes rolled all the way back, your back arching high into the air, and Jeongin kept on fucking you with his fingers even as you gasped and cried out with pleasure.

He stared at you, a mix of awe and pride behind his dark eyes. His heart was pounding, close to leaping out of his chest as something stirred within him. This satisfaction was the same one he felt when he made a perfect set; when he scored a perfect goal; when he won. That sensation of being untouchable, of having adrenaline flowing through his veins—he had it, knowing he was the one that made you writhe, made you tremble, made you whimper, made you cum.

As you laid there, recovering from your orgasm, you were just as surprised as Jeongin. Sure, it was possible to mimic things from porn, and it was possible to follow your instincts, but aside from the timidness in how Jeongin slid his fingers within your pussy, it almost seemed like he knew what he was doing.

What he'd never confess to you was that he had spent the last few nights doing 'research'. Out of curiosity and the eagerness to impress you, he had found himself searching up tips online—in-depth explanations behind the female orgasm. Jeongin knew there was only so much you could explain to him, so he turned to the internet and absorbed some of the more basic pieces of advice, the ones he felt were imperative to making you feel good without you telling him.

As Jeongin withdrew his fingers, your hand latched onto his wrist and you brought it to your mouth. He was awestruck as you wrapped your lips around his digits and taking them down to the knuckle, making a show of swirling your tongue all around them. You gazed at him the entire time, your tummy fluttering because he looked so nervous, all flushed as his lips parted and he breathed hard. He shifted a little as his sweatpants suddenly became too tight.

You swallowed down your own arousal, pulling his fingers out of your mouth with a pop and an innocent smile and Jeongin was convinced he'd died and gone to heaven because if you were not an angel then what were you?

  "You did so good," you say with sincerity, leaning up to plant a kiss on his lips. "Thank you, Innie. Now get on your back for me."

You pushed at his chest until you'd swapped places with him and you're kneeling between his legs, pulling at the top of his sweatpants until they're off and tossing them onto the floor somewhere. His boxers came off next, his pretty cock springing up when you tugged them down his legs.

As if your hand was drawn to him, your fingers wrapped around his thick length immediately, mouth drooling at the thought of swallowing him. Before you could bend forward and wrap your lips around him however, Jeongin grabbed your hand and panic set into your chest in an instant.

  "W-wait," he says. "I don't think you should do that noona."

  "Why? Are you okay?" you ask. Subconsciously your hands move to his thighs, moving gently up and down them in an attempt to soothe him.

  "I'm fine. I just... um..." He grew silent then, eyes breaking away from yours to look around the room instead. You sat back onto your knees, away from him.

  "What is it, Innie?"

  "I just... wanna make sure I last this time," he finally admits. "For you."

Your heart nearly bursts. Jeongin, who hated being vulnerable in front of other people. Jeongin, while he'd never struggled being vulnerable in front of you, had never looked so vulnerable as he did now.

You dove forward, smashing your lips against his because you couldn't phrase your adoration for him in this moment if you tried. "Are you sure?" you ask a moment later.

He nods.

  "I owe you one though," you wink, giggling as he swallowed hard. "I still need to get you ready first. Always got to have some sort of lubrication, especially with your size."

You brought your palm to your mouth, spitting into it swiftly before taking Jeongin's cock in your hand and pumping it a few times. It was sweet the way he flinched a little and his thighs trembled at your touch, and you even heard the faintest groan from him. It made you clench, the urge to have him inside you increasing with every second that passed.

You climbed on top of him, straddling his lap so you could guide his cock between your folds. With your bottom lip trapped between your teeth, you bucked your hips up, eyes locked on the way his length gleamed with a mix of your spit and your slick. Pre-cum drooled from his tip in globs, adding to the sticky mixture. It's all so lewd, and he's not even inside you yet.

  "Please... I can't," Innie whispers, and it's then that you noticed how his hands were twisted into your sheets so hard that his knuckles turned white.

  "Touch me first. Then I'll put it in," you say, maintaining the slow roll of your hips against his needy cock. You lifted the bottom of your t-shirt up, just enough to expose your tits to the cool air, and Jeongin's eyes nearly bulged out of his head when you did.

God, he couldn't get over how pretty they were. He was drooling, and he knew he'd touched them before, but not like this. Slowly, he reached up, no longer focused on your dripping cunt grinding against him over and over. Instead, all he could do was observe in wonder as his hands cupped around the soft mounds on your chest and squeezed. His stomach fluttered at your moan, so he squeezed again, moving his fingers in circles until he mustered up the confidence to tweak at your nipples.

  "Oh, Innie," you sigh. "Fuck! That's good."

He gave a proud smile—it was something he read about. He pinched at the peaks and kneaded your tits, no longer held back by any sort of hesitation.

  "I'm gonna put it in now," you breathe out, waiting until he nods. "Try to hold out, yeah?"

To your delight, Innie rolled his eyes, and a playful grin forms on his lips. It's wiped away the moment you tease your entrance with his tip, his eyes screwing shut, his hands flying to your hips.

This is it; you think. One swoop and he was all yours. He gave a shuddered breath when you sank down on him slowly, while you shivered at the sensation of him stretching you out. Every inch was heavenly, leaving you spiraling as he bottomed out inside you, until you're finally sitting on top of his pelvis.

It was even better than you could have expected.

You leaned in, kissing him softly as Jeongin relished in the way your pussy hugged his cock. It was everything all at once—soft, warm, wet, tight. You weren’t even moving yet. How on earth was he supposed to last?

  "Can I move, Innie?" you ask, smoothing your hands up his defined chest until they settled on his shoulders.

  "Y-yeah, it's just tight," he says, eyes finally fluttering open again.

Slowly, you lifted your hips, then bring them back down again, zeroing in on his reaction to your first movement. His jaw clenched a little and he pinched at your waist, and then his own hips bucked up against yours so you did the same thing again until you found a steady pace and before long, you were bouncing up and down on your best friend's cock.

  "You like that, aegi?" you ask him, bending forward once more to kiss him. This time you brought your lips lower, trailing along his jaw, down to his neck, leaving a flurry of small pecks against his flesh there. So badly you want to mark him up, cover him in purple little bites—show Minji he's yours... But you restrained yourself. You were better than that.

  "Yeah," he breathes, the end of his word morphing into a moan. "Feels really fucking good."

  "Yeah?" You lean in close to his ear, bringing your voice down to a mere whisper. "I've been waiting forever for this, you know." You confessed.

You leaned back with the sudden urge to see his face as you kept your ass bouncing on him, letting out high-pitched whimpers as his cock dragged against your walls deliciously. He was so big that you were quickly growing breathless from the sheer effort it took you to raise your body up and back down on him, and paired with the pleasure that bubbled deep inside you, your limbs were starting to turn numb from bliss.

  “Fuck really?” he groaned. “you’re gonna drive me mad noona! God…”

The sight of Jeongin beneath you was one you would never get tired of. His eyes shone with a dreamy haze, his lips parted as tiny gasps left his mouth and a peachy blush spread all over his face and neck. He looked like a mess. Worse than after any three-hour long stage performance, and it was all your doing.

  "Close, Innie?" you ask, dragging your long-manicured nails down his chest, relishing in how his cock throbbed within you when you did. He answered with a hum and a nod and despite the burn in your thighs, you picked up even more speed.

  "Me too," you tell him, clenching around him with a devious smile. Your hands moved to where his hands rested on your hips still, and in one swift movement you pinned them to the bed. By now you were fucking yourself back onto him with no intention other than to cum, all morals thrown out the window as you basked in the sensation of Jeongin's cock pulsing against your sweet spot. "Wait for me, okay? It's rude to cum before a woman." You pant wistfully.

It was mostly a joke, but Jeongin knew you were also half serious. He freed one of his hands from your grasp, attaching his thumb to the bundle of nerves right near where his cock slams in and out of you, rapidly tracing circles there, the way he knew would get you weak every time. Your clit was all swollen, so sensitive from your prior orgasm that you practically collapsed the moment he stimulated it.

  "Oh my- fuck, Innie," you squealed, curling your fingers into his t-shirt as you clenched around him involuntarily this time.

Next thing you knew, your lower abdomen erupted with heat and your entire body pulsed. Your brain short-circuited as your orgasm washed over you, legs aching and trembling but it felt so good. Despite how fuzzy your mind was, you found that you were still grinding against Jeongin however you'd lost all previous momentum and force, now just shallowly bucking your hips to get you through your climax.

Jeongin was twitching underneath you, struggling to hold out for much longer from how your cunt squeezed around him.

  "Cum for me, Innie," you mumbled, nuzzling against his neck. "Inside please."

And that was all he needed to hear—a second later and he was spilling inside you with a strained grunt, his cock spurting out white, warm, sticky ropes until you were filled up. His chest heaved against your cheek where you lay resting.

The next few moments were silent, occupied only by soft breaths as you and Jeongin recovered from your orgasms.

Eventually, you broke the silence with a yawn when you reminded yourself again that this was supposed to be a lesson. "Aftercare is key," you say, voice cracking.

  "Especially if you go at it for a while, you have to check in on each other and make sure you're both okay." you added.

 "Are you okay?" Jeongin asks, so much irony in how innocent he seemed while his cock was still buried inside you.

You giggle. "I am. But I meant now is the time to communicate your needs. For example, I always get super thirsty."

You sit up, wincing as you slide Jeongin's soft cock out of you, already missing the fullness that was akin to a hug.

Jeongin glances to the left, spotting a water bottle on your bedside table. He grabbed it carefully and handed it to you after screwing the cap open. You were melting over him again, a common occurrence recently, but he was just so compliant.

  "Thank you, Innie," you say, taking the bottle so you can sip at the liquid that was deliciously refreshing as it slid down your throat. "So good for me." You lovingly praised him. Jeongin just watched you closely.

After, you handed it back to him and he placed it back in its original spot. Jeongin tucked his hands behind his head, gazing up at you with stars in his eyes.

  "I also like being held after sex," you tell him. Slowly you lower yourself back down against his chest, nuzzling your face into his shirt so tenderly that Jeongin flinches. He was used to you being touchy, used to the way you always had your hands on him; hell, he was even used to cuddling you. But something about this was different, it was new. It got his heart pounding, and it was not from his climax.

It felt so natural when his arms came around you and they held onto you tight, tighter than he'd ever held you. Your heart swelled with so many emotions as you settled into him.

  “Me too,” Jeongin suddenly muttered, you tilted your head to look at him. He was gazing at you with an expression similar to what you knew you were feeling. “I’ve been waiting forever for you noona… and thank you for being my first”

Your mouth fell open as you processed what your best friend had just said to you, Jeongin smiled down at you happily and closed your mouth in the sweetest kiss yet that night.

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Authors note: I was up all night trying extract this whole scenario from my head, I know I'm not the only noona who has a thing for innocent Jeongin ;). I want to listen to all your feedback on this one and give me suggestions on who I should write next!

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[nexamoon]

who knew wood chopping could be such a sight?

pairing : arthur morgan x fem!reader ᯓ✦

summary : reader is shamelessly gawking at arthur when he starts chopping some wood at camp ‧₊˚✩彡

wc : 1.7k words

cw : fluff, gets sliiiiiightly suggestive but it's all in reader's head

a/n : first ever post here, starting with something simple and short... i'm scared and excited at the same time !!! i'll, of course, be starting with arthur my beloved (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) .ᐟ.ᐟ

If only you had done all your laundry yesterday. Then maybe you would've had all the time in the world to watch this scene unfold from start to finish.

You were sat by the campfire, a glass of water in hand. The weather had been scorching these days, and the slightest movement caused a sheen layer of sweat to appear on the skin. Because of that, the camp's activity had slowed considerably, hitting an all time low, as it usually happened during the hotter summer days.

Most were hiding under the shadows of trees round camp, or in their tents, save for a few brave souls who took it upon themselves to keep the camp running.

Well, you wouldn't exactly call yourself brave; it just so happened you were Mrs Grimshaw's favorite this week. And that meant all the laundry was assigned to you. Great.

You had just finished rinsing a batch of clothes by the lake, which, mind you–"you were supposed to be done with yesterday", apparently– and came back to camp to take a break and get the other. Problem is… You hadn't expected to see Arthur back in camp. And even less while he was getting ready to chop some wood.

So here you were, disheveled from laundering all day, holding a glass of water mid-air, as you watched the scene. His sleeves were rolled up, his blue shirt clinging to his body as he lifted the axe and cut the first woodpiece with a slight grunt. He made it seem so effortless, even in this heat.

You had tried once, to chop the wood on your own, to avoid bothering any of the men after their return from a stressful robbery.

The huge axe's weight already caused you trouble enough, but when you finally managed to lift it and attemped to chop the wood with all the strength you had in you; you had barely managed to make an indent on the piece of wood, and you were already panting.

An embarassing moment you would later think about when you least needed to, that is, if nobody else had seen you.

But, to your dismay, someone had been watching you, which you deduce from the faint chuckle and the soft crunching of leaves coming from behind you.

You feel big hands settle gently on your arms and pull you to the side.

"Whatever you're trying to do, miss?"

You half turn to Arthur, an amused grin on his face.

Oh. It's only now that the embarassment really hit you. You feel your cheeks burn as you mumble an answer.

"Cutting wood, obviously."

"Cutting wood?" he muses, with a raised eyebrow.

He dislodges the axe from the piece of wood you were attempting to cut and contemplates the small indent you had managed to make. He holds back a laugh.

"That wood seems pretty cut alright."

His sarcastic answer makes you groan and you tell him to shut up. But he only found your display of faux anger even more endearing than your initial discomfort.

"Ya should've had one of the men do this for you. No need to ruin yer pretty hands."

"I didn't want to bother." you explain with a sigh.

He turned to look at you, his expression softening.

"Nah, ya ain't ever a bother. Not to me darlin'."

The embarassment that was burning through you was pushed to the back of your mind when those words of his had caused your heart to flutter.

Your mind often drifted back to that moment. He had ended up splitting some wood for you, even offered you some advice on how to do it on your own in case you needed to.

You remember the feeling of his hands envelopping yours as they held the axe, showing you the right angle to hit the wood with, the right amount of strength, the right posture.

Quite frankly, your mind was focused on where his hands were placed more than anything. Because when he had let go of you and had asked you to try it on your own, you were left staring blankly at the axe in your hands, forcing your brain to look for something it might have remembered from Arthur's indications.

Ah, and here you were reminiscing about it again for the nth time. This was getting out of hand.

You refocus on the sight in front of you, and notice Arthur had split quite a few wood pieces already. He wiped the sweat off his brow each time, before his hands firmly gripped the axe again, getting in position.

Those warm and big hands that had gently guided you while he taught you… Those warm and big hands that could guide you while doing something else completely.

How would they feel on your body, you wonder. How would they feel settled securely on the curve of your waist, as he guided you to dance on one of Javier's campfire songs? How would they feel, on your cheeks, cupping your face, to keep your pretty eyes from drifting away from his? How would they feel if they were exploring every inch of your body?

And speaking of bodies, his certainly made you feel smaller than you usually do. His broad shoulders and tall frame often scared people off, you had come to notice. But you only felt excitement— dare you say, arousal, when he was getting a bit too close to you.

How you wished you could simply feel those shoulders of his, see those arms free from the constraints of his shirt. Why not feel them around you too even… Why not feel them wrap around your body steadily, as you grip his shoulders tight while you-

The sound of a wooden basket being dropped near your feet snapped you out of your thoughts.

"Slacking off i see, miss?"

You look up to see Mrs Grimshaw staring you down, hands on her hips with a disapproving look.

Your eyes widen and you attempt to name this awkward situation you found yourself in. She had just caught you shamelessly gawking at Arthur, and you could hear faint snickers from some hidden spectators.

Wow, you surely got into embarassing situations a lot.

"Oh, Mrs Grimshaw! I was just… taking a break…"

She looks at Arthur from afar who had stopped to watch the scene by the campfire unfold, much to his amusement.

She turns back to you, and speaks before walking off.

"Well this laundry ain't gonna wash itself."

You sigh and drink your water, only to spit some out once you realize Arthur was looking at you with a mischevious grin.

Did he… notice your staring?

…

Suddenly, you really wanna go do the laundry.

You quickly stand on your feet, and grab the laundry basket to run off to the lake, praying internally that Arthur won't tease you about it later during dinner.

He watches you scramble to leave fast, a soft chuckle escaping him as he brandishes the axe again, mumbling to himself.

"Can't wait for dinner."

thank you for reading and until next time!!! ദ്ദി(˵ •̀ ᴗ - ˵ ) ✧

[sceletaflores]

any nasty down bad breeding kink art musings love of my life?

viciously yanked me out of my mini challengers rut with this one because yes. yes i do have some thoughts on that.

for some reason the first thing that came to mind was virgin!art....in a universe where he somehow didn't get laid before stanford lol

like auurgggghhh virgin!art and his deep seated breeding kink. it's literally ingrained in him even before he has sex for the first time.

you're his first real girlfriend, met when you needed a tutor in accounting and art's professor suggested him.

the two of you have been dating for two months and he already knows that he loves you despite what patrick says about "playing the field a little man, you're not married to the chick."

but the thing is that art would marry you. he'd up and marry you tomorrow if that's what you wanted. he doesn’t care how crazy it sounds.

he loves you and he wants you to be his first.

maybe he wasn't entirely expecting it when you laid on your back on the mattress of his dorm, peering up at him through your lashes as you announced that you were "ready to take our relationship to the next level..."

he was hard before you finished talking.

art could barely think straight, his body reacting faster than his mind. he swallowed hard, trying to steady his hands, which had started trembling the moment you laid back on the navy blue comforter of his bed.

“are you...are you sure?" his voice came out more breathless than he intended, his brain scrambling to keep up despite all the blood rushing to his dick.

your gentle nod, paired with a soft smile that made his heart stutter in his chest was all it took for him to lose any lingering doubts.

he crawled up the mattress, leaning down to kiss you with more tenderness than urgency, his heart thudding against his ribcage like it was trying to escape his chest.

he fumbled his way through fingering you, his hands shaking with nerves even though you've done this part countless times.

it wasn't until the two of you shed all clothes, art settling himself between your legs before you were speaking, thighs twitching to close around his hips.

"you'll have to pull out, i'm off the pill."

fuck.

art's heard of that before, pulling out. usually the punchline of some jokes the guys like to tell in the locker room, or from patrick recapping his own hook-up stories.

the dirtiness of it makes his cheeks burn, and he hopes to god you can't see the embarrassing red blush he knows is there.

he takes a deep breath, steeling his resolve as he presses the leaking head of his dick to your slick hole.

"okay." his voice sounded pained, his hold on your hip probably a little too tight as he held his throbbing dick steady and nudged his hips forward until just the tip slipped inside your fluttering hole.

"oh fuck."

art’s brain short-circuits for a moment, his entire body freezing as the tight heat of you grips the head of his dick. he sucks in a shaky breath, trying to keep his cool, but every nerve in his body is screaming at him to move, to take more. to bury himself so deep he wouldn’t know where he ends and you begin.

he lets out a low groan, fingers digging into your skin, knuckles turning white with it. he wasn’t prepared for how overwhelming it would feel, like his entire life had been leading up to this exact moment.

"jesus...you're so—" he can’t even finish the sentence, his voice breaking.

"art," your hips shift beneath him, making him jolt forward, sinking just a little deeper inside you. his mind goes blank, a vast space of nothingness but the tight heat wrapped around his dick.

there's only you, your soft skin, your quiet gasps, the feeling of being wrapped in the most sinful warmth.

for a while art gets lost in the feeling. in the way you pant into his open mouth, too overwhelmed to kiss him properly. in the way your hands grip his shoulders harder with every inch he gives you. in the way your pussy shakes around him like it can hardly wait any longer.

art knows he's getting close, that he probably needs to pull out soon. but you're just so soft and you smell so good and your pussy is sucking his dick in so wet and warm like it never wants him to leave again.

"i can't," he grits out against your collarbone, shaking his head frantically. "i can't do it."

"don't stop," you whine, manicured nails digging into the toned muscle of his shoulders, "don't stop, baby. fuck, give it to me harder, harder please-ah!"

art screws his eyes shut as tightly as he can, brows pinched together as he presses his forehead against the sweaty skin of your shoulder to ground himself. his hips speed up to punch out more high whines of his name from your slick lips.

there's an odd feeling working it's way through his body as he ponders his options, a wrongness flashing in the back of his mind each time he reminds himself of pulling out to spill over your stomach.

despite the fact that he's never done this before, his gut tells him no.

you deserve his come inside you, painted along your insides as he claims you for the first time.

"i can't pull out," he whines through clenched teeth, big hands tightening their hold on your waist. his voice is pinched and high in a way it's never been before, desperation leaking through his tone.

your lips fall open on a gasp, your head shaking back and forth dazedly, but he feels the way you clench around him. the way your pussy tightens up like it's trying to milk the load directly out of his aching balls.

"fuck! please don't make me baby," he begs, self restraint snapping in two as he buries his face in your neck. "lemme come in you, it'll be okay. we'll be fine, nothing’s gonna happen if it's only this once."

"no..." you moan, "art don't, gotta pull out..." but your hips start rising of the bed to meet his thrusts, the dirty smack of skin on skin filling his tiny single. you're dripping around him, coating his dick with a slick layer of shiny wetness.

"i can't," art repeats breathlessly, dick twitching inside you warningly.

"i need it…need you, need to come in you so fucking bad," his voice is strained and cracking, hips trembling with the effort, but you’re so tight around him, every squeeze pulling him deeper.

it's too much and not enough all at once—the heat, the wetness, the overwhelming need. it has pure kerosene burning in his veins.

"art," your legs stay wrapped snug around his hips, ankles locked over his lower back. "m'close, gonna come, fuck! i'm coming—!"

so is art. the added squeeze of your pussy coming around him shattering the last of his resolve and sending him careening him over the edge.

"fuck," your name falls from his lips in a tight groan as he unloads inside of you. flooding your pussy with warm come as his hips keep up the punishing pace he set.

art doesn't stop thrusting even as he comes so hard his vision whites out. he can't stop, like you've got some sort of magnetic field that keeps pulling him in over and over and over.

your too-loud moans and cries dissolving into sharp keens and gasps as he fucks you into over-stimulation, his hips pumping in in in as the image of his come getting fucked deeper and deeper inside of you plays on a loop in his mind.

when his arms finally give out and he collapses on top of you in a sweaty heap of limbs, your arms immediately come up to wrap around his shoulders. a pleased hum rumbling through your chest as you scratch your nails along his scalp soothingly, smug smile hidden in the sweaty halo of his hair.

art's out like a light in five minutes, falls asleep right there with his head resting on your bare-chest and his dick kept safe inside you.

patrick buys a plan-b for art the next morning when he's too nervous to face the cashier at walgreens.

[boop-le-snoot]

kinktober #4

Light My Fire

kinktober day four | temperature play & monsterfucking (?) | cw: 18+, self-explanatory. Good!Loki is a Jötun and Avenger!You have fire powers. Rather fluffy, just two dorks in love goofin' | word count 2k | click here for full list of planned fics | author's note under the cut |

“Darling, are you sure this is a good idea?”

“You are occasionally a little over 8 feet tall and very cold and blue. I am average tall but set myself on fire regularly without repercussions. I think we passed these sorts of questions a good while ago.” You pointedly bit into your toast, watching Loki watching you over the rim of his teacup.

Why did he insist on having tea from one specific antique tea set - and having to refill the cup at least five times in the process - instead of getting a mug like a normal person, you did not know.

Slumped over your breakfast in your Garfield pajamas, you eyed your boyfriend pat the corner of his mouth with his monogrammed kerchief before he vanished it away and stood up. His green button-up clung to his chest deliciously.

“Such a way with words.” Loki chuckled and patted over to place a soft kiss on your forehead. “But I see your point. We could either seriously harm each other or end up having a wonderful, one-of-a-kind experience.” He tucked a strand of hair behind your ear. You nodded. He stole a piece of toast and pointed it at your nose, tapping the appendage gently with the hard crust. “And Tony would never forgive us if we at least did not try.”

“Since when do you care about what Tony thinks?”

Loki gave you an impish look. “He's not all terrible. Remember the time he 3-D printed an exact replica of Mjolnir and I haunted Thor the entire day with it?”

“Thor had a mental breakdown.” You replied dryly even as your mouth involuntarily curled into a smirk.

Loki, however, gave a wide smile. “Uh-uh. Tony filmed the entire thing start to finish.”

A chuckle broke out of you before you could stop it. You liked Thor, you ready did, but that had been just a single instance of mischief in the multiple-century long prank war between the brothers. The blonde had gotten you several times in the process of getting back at Loki and you would be lying if you didn't feel vindicated for all those times you had found glitter in odd places and worse...

Not that you yourself lacked your fair share of questionable life decisions. Having fiery super-powers, being an Avenger, being Loki's girlfriend, challenging Natasha to a knife throwing competition... The list goes on. So what if you wanted your icy boyfriend to be icy in bed? So what if he wanted your fiery self be fiery in bed? They do say opposites attract and yada-yada-yada...

“Makes me wonder what the fire giants look like,” you said absent-mindedly later that night while the two of you lounged in your oversized tub. You rolled a small fireball in your palm as Loki sipped his wine.

“Like demons,” he snorted. “Nothing attractive about them.”

“Some would say demons are attractive,” you shrugged. “I think Jötuns are attractive.” Using your free hand, you squeezed a slender, muscular thigh. Loki flexed it and you ran your knuckles over the hard muscle. “Although you're the only one I've seen. Might have to tell Tony to ban any more from Earth least they come to steal all the women away, being this handsome.”

Loki's cool hand reached up over your stomach to idly toy with your breast. “Is that so? Is my Asgardian form not as stimulating?” He mused.

You pushed into the touch, purring. “There's just more of you to love, babe.”

His unmistakable laugh filled up the bathroom, genuine amusement as he flicked at your nipple and leaned down to kiss your neck. “I do not think that is anatomically possible.”

“Pfft,” you scoffed. “Ye of little faith! Have you been on the internet? Anything is possible, provided there is an adequate amount of lube and some leverage.”

The internet - surprise, surprise - was wrong. Loki expressed an unfair amount of amusement at this, and you daredsay, even gloated a little bit. Shutting him up in this form was harder than when he was regular Loki, but not doable. It was, as you both had agreed, a learning curve.

He was cold to touch. Not as a metal pole at a ski resort as you had previously thought, but enough to cause a pleasant, clean chill to settle in the back of your skull as you took the tip of his hard, blue cock intro your mouth. That was about as much as you could fit without going full Chelsea Smile around it. Your hands, kept warm by your powers, slid down his shaft, tender fingertips tracing the textured ridges covering every inch of his skin.

They were truly everywhere, and they were sensitive. Splayed on the various animal skins in front of the fireplace, Loki was a sight to behold: all cerulean blue and raven-haired, red eyes lidded with desire as they observed your exploration with mirrored curiosity. As you warm hands curled around him, a low hiss left his lips.

Attempting to say, “did that hurt?” with your mouth so full was a disaster. Loki chuckled anyway, and brought a large, cool palm to rest atop your head.

“No, darling,” his voice, in this form little more than a low growl, did something indecent to your insides. “Feels incredible.” A sigh as you swirled your tongue around the sensitive head. “I surely wish you'd let me at least keep my Asgardian measurements...”

Yes, but no. It would have been more practical, sure, but it wasn't the full Jötun experience you were seeking. With a wet pop, you dislodged your mouth from his cock to delight in his full-body shiver. To remedy the lack of your mouth, heat began to radiate from your palms; roughly the same temperature as the inside of your mouth.

“Not unless you are on board with me keeping the fire lukewarm,” you teased gently, watching his red eyes darken to a lovely burgundy. Slowly, you slid your hands over his lubricated flesh.

Loki was generous with his microexpressions in this form, with him being larger allowing for easier observation. Lust, love, yearning, a dash of insecurity and concern. He was your Loki through and through, simply blue.

“I fear I may have less allocated space for patience in this form,” he mused.

Captivating. His reclined position and the fire dancing over his skin, the horns growing tall and strong above his forehead - the helmet imitation did them no justice - Loki was a vision to behold. You wanted to eat him like the world's most exotic ice lolly and ride that fanged mouth until you forgot your own name and knew only his.

“Fuck,” you eloquently summarised your train of thought just as your hands stroked him to full mast. Loki merely tilted his head. Knowing that look well, you batted your eyelashes and gave him the final stroke before shamelessly climbing up onto his lap.

You wore nothing but a thigh-length slip of fine Asgardian silk, just like you knew he liked. Your hot, glistening cunt connected with the shaft of his cock as you settled above it, eliciting a sigh of wanton relief. Loki felt like a bag of frozen goods. You wanted to press him against everything sore.

His large, cold palm stroked the side of your face.

“Mmm,” you leaned into it, unconsciously shifting your hips to press closer to the textured hardness of his cock. It twitched as your wetness joined the spit you'd previously covered it in. Some adjusting was to be had - Loki waited patiently as you found your spot, and used his other hand to make you sit down just right. With that first, slow, slick grind, both of you were gone.

It came naturally. Loki's hands on your hips, on your face, sliding your slick cunt over the tip of his own leaking cock. His abs flexed with each measured movement; you kept your palms in closed fists, knowing better than to open them when you were this riled up.

Hurting each other was both of yours' biggest fears and it showed in the way you'd swallowed some of your moans upon feeling the beginnings of a spark crackle on your tongue. Loki refused to take his darkening eyes off your face for he would definitely lose himself in the moment and do... Something.

The intensity of your coupling grew. Your cunt provided ample lubrication on the account of your clitoris receiving all that extra stimulation from the ridges and valleys covering his cock. On harder thrusts, the very tip of his cock snagged the edge of your entrance, causing him to growl and you to whine when your hungry hole was forced to relent and clench around nothing.

It was exhilarating torture. Your cries of pleasure, as usual, only spurred the Jötun prince on.

As you arched your back and moaned loudly and brokenly up to the ceiling at a particularly hard thrust, Loki's deep growling added to the delightful cacophony of sex. He firmly held your hips, sharp nails digging into the meat of your ass, and pushed you down on his cock, missing your hole by sheer luck.

“Come for me, darling,” he rasped in that icy-sharp, husky voice. “I can feel your little quim begging for me. I may not be able to resist fucking you if you cry for me so sweetly.”

Never being the one to disobey reasonable orders, you and your abused pussy gushed your agreements as heat burst from your lower stomach and spread into your body and limbs. Loki's drawn-out hiss had you weakly trying to scramble, to get away from him least your elevated temperature burn the Jötun, but he held steadfast.

Eyes so deeply red they were almost black, Loki looked you directly in the face before his cock twitched for the last time.amd coated his chest and your front with an abundance of silver seed. His body shook with restraint even when his mouth had fallen lax and eyes lidded low; he let you rock forward to rest a hand on his hard chest as both of you caught your breath.

Giving into your body's demands, you fell ahead, uncaring of the mess. Immediately, a cold arm draped itself over you. A moment of silence was had. You licked your dry lips, sputtering somewhat as sticky - but not unpleasant - seed made way into your mouth.

“Are you alright?” Loki drawled, still breathless.

You briefly contemplated the phrasing of what you were about to say, but in the end decided to be completely honest as you two had sworn to be to each other.

“Your come tastes like snow. Literal snow.”

You heard Loki's heart skip a beat and then his chest shook, the chuckle as incredulous as your discovery.

“Noted.” Pause. “Yours feels like lava.”

Despite everything, you simply shook your head and laughed. “That's what were writing down in our science report for Tony?”

“Yes.” Loki nodded seriously. With a careless swipe of his hand, the mess disappeared, and you promptly found yourself staring at the ceiling. “Experiment number two. I am going to find out whether it also tastes like lava,” he said impishly.

Your tummy clenched in anticipation, but then you heard the proverbial sound of brakes skidding in your head. “Wait. How do you know what lava tastes like?”

“I be in situations,” ever the dutiful boyfriend, Loki mumbled his reply into the fat above your cunt on his way down to make you see stars once again. You were not complaining at all.

a/n: I'm personally very impartial to Loki being a little over 8 feet tall in his Jötun form. For, you know, reasons. My nature's pocket can fit a lot of fun things in it, but I don't know about yours so... I left the fine details to your imagination. See how I don't describe the size of his appendage? Very demure, very mindful. ✨

Additionally, I don't think Asgard has a book on erogenous zones of peoples they conquered and genocided. I'd like to think that they're both clueless here and Loki is getting to know his Jötun body in a sexual setting. But that's just me.

[anakinstwinklebunny]

DADDY'S BOY..

SAM MONROE stood in the kitchen, nervously shifting his weight from one side to another while his mom handed him the picnic blanket and a small cooler bag. She’d been on his shoulder about bonding time ever since her therapist suggested it. So, now here he was, about to take his almost two-year-old son to the park like some perfect suburban dad.

It felt so... weird.

Yet Sam deep down believed Vinnie deserved everything he never had, and if sitting on a blanket making a fool of himself (in his opinion) was part of it, then so be it.

“Alright, buddy, ready to go?” he sighed, putting all things in his black backpack before throwing it over his shoulder. He looked down to only see his son trying to shove a toy car into the tiny front pocket of his overalls.

Cute.

The toddler looked up with a big grin, his curly hair bouncing when he wobbled towards Sam with his arms outstretched

Sam couldn’t help but laugh, scooping the boy up and pressing a kiss to his chubby cheek. “Alright, let’s go make some memories.." he cringed at his own words "or whatever. Don’t tell anyone I said that, though. I have a reputation.”

To Sam's surprise, the park was quiet. Not like he expected - crowds of people, screaming kids he would wish would shut up. So it all made him feel less weirder and out of place. He spread the blanket under a shady tree. Vinnie plopped down instantly, staring wide-eyed at the little containers of colorful clay Sam pulled out of the bag.

“Look, Vinnie,” Sam said, rolling a ball of clay between his hands. “We’re gonna make... I don’t know, a car? Or maybe a blob. I’m pretty good at blobs.”

Vinnie giggled, clapping his hands as Sam handed him a chunk of the clay. The toddler immediately started squishing it, fingers working it into what could only be described as a lumpy mess. Sam without much thinking let his lip curl into the softness smile while he caught a glimpse of his son’s focused expression.

“Man, you’re really into this, huh?” he mused, leaning back on his hands, trying to keep his black worker boots out of the way. “You’re already better at this than me. Maybe you’ll be some kind of artist when you grow up. Cool galleries, free wine... chicks love that stuff.” He paused, realizing who he was talking to “Not that it matters. You can do whatever you want, Vin. Just... be happy, ya know?”

Vinnie responded by holding up his creation—a misshapen lump that Sam decided to interpret as a dinosaur...or a car, he wasn't sure what to think anymore “Whoa, look at that!” Sam exclaimed, grinning as Vinnie beamed. “That’s, like, way better than my blob.”

They played like that for a while, Vinnie babbling in this weird for Sam language that he LITERALLY tried to write down in dictionary..

Sam made terrible jokes and pretended not to notice the other parents giving him curious and suspicious looks - as if they didn't have their own problems. He obviously wasn’t like them; with their picture-perfect lives and spotless cars, but he’d be damned if he let that stop him from giving Vinnie everything he deserved.

Sam carried Vinnie in his arms - precisely on his hip - as he wandered over to a little food stand that thankfully was near them. “Waffles, huh?” Sam asked, eyeing the menu. “Yeah, that’s a good choice, not gonna lie. Let’s get you the usual, hm? Whipped cream, sprinkles, maybe even some chocolate sauce. You only live once, right?”

Vinnie’s eyes lit up as the waffle was handed to sam, piled high with all the sugary toppings. Sam helped the toddler hold it steady, laughing when a blob of whipped cream immediately ended up on the tip of his nose. They sat back down on the blanket, and Sam carefully wiped Vinnie’s face with a napkin between bites.

“You’re a mess, dude,” voice full of affection. “How do you even get it on your forehead? It’s a skill at this point.”

Vinnie just smiled so sweetly, his cheeks puffed out with being munched food while Sam gently cleaned him up.

“Alright, V,” he leaned back on the blanket and pulled his son on his lap. “You know, for a date, this wasn’t so bad... could be worse, ya know? Like this time when some kid bumped you from the swing.." his brows furrowing at the memory before he muttered more quietly "stupid piece of shit"

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[kaciidubs]

Curious Cat

❣ Summary: Perhaps being curious wasn't all that bad. ❣  ❣ Word Count: 1.48k ❣ Warnings: Slight Sub! Chris, fluff, smut, comfort, use of safeword, sex toys [vibrators], slight overstimulation, aftercare ❣  ❣ Female! Reader [No use of Y/N] | You/Your pronouns ❣  ❣ Additional Tags: Chan is referred to as Chris, Channie, Baby, and My Love, Reader is referred to as Baby, unedited ❣ Stray Kids Masterlist ❣ General Masterlist

Curiosity killed the cat, but satisfaction brought it back - and boy, was this cat satisfied.

Chris didn't intend on snooping around your room when you left to get snacks for your impending movie date, nor did he intend to find a few hidden objects in your sock drawer.

Who knew him wanting to coo over your cute Sanrio themed socks would've turned into him holding not one, but two of your sex toys?

"Alright, I think I have every- Why are you holding those?"

His head snapped in the direction of your voice, your hands holding two convenience store bags filled with the snacks you'd promised.

"I-I, um, I didn't mean to-"

"Are you trying to skip the movie and get to the good part of the night?"

The suggestiveness in your tone made his heart skip a beat - sure, he was ready for you no matter what, but he genuinely wasn't trying to come off as entirely horny, he was just curious.

"I wanna watch the movie, really, but..."

Looking down at the toys in his hands, he couldn't help the thoughts brewing in his head; how do you use them? Do you use them by themselves or do you watch the private videos you two have made while touching yourself? Do you use one or multiple in one night? Do they make you come just as hard as he does?

"I... I think I wanna know how these work."

"On me?" You mused, a sly smirk growing on your lips, "Or on you?"

Oh.

Was that even possible? Could your toys work the same on him as they do for you? Could they make him come just as hard as you do?

Chris was curious, some may say too curious for his own good, but he wouldn't let that deter him.

Which is how he found himself now; naked and writhing on your bed as you held a small blue vibrating toy to the leaky head of his cock, the two bunny shaped ears vibrating in a pattern that left him breathless.

The rabbit vibrator, you'd told him - it was your go to for nights where you just wanted to get off and go to bed.

It made his head spin just simply knowing that the toy currently on the flared tip of his dick was also used on your clit.

"How's it feel, baby?" You cooed, the only piece of clothing still on your body being a basic pair of cotton panties. "Feels good, right? I didn't even have to use too much lube with the way you're dripping right now."

He whined out a sound of agreement, too focused on the pulsing of the toy to pay you any mind.

"This next one is new, I haven't even used it on myself yet but that's okay - you can be my little test bunny, yeah?"

"Y-Yes, fuck yes, please." If one toy was able to make him feel this good, then whatever you had planned for him next was more than welcome.

The small, targeted vibrations of the rabbit left his cock, prompting him to open his eyes and look down at you in question before his gaze locked onto the next toy in your hand.

It was bigger, sort of shaped like a microphone, and was slightly intimidating based on the simpler, theme-less design.

"It's a Hitachi wand," you explained, turning it to give him a full view, "it's supposed to have more power than the rabbit, but since I haven't used it yet, I don't know how it's supposed to feel on me - so, make sure you tell me everything you feel, okay?"

Chris nodded, his dick throbbing in anticipation, "Okay, yeah, I will."

You took a moment to coat the soft bulbous tip with lube before turning it toward him; rubbing it along his shaft to give him a general idea of what it feels like while it's not running.

"Ready?"

"R-Ready."

The click of a button was all he could register before a strong wave of vibration forced a choked gasp from his plump lips.

He could feel it everywhere; from the tip of his cock to his abdomen - he could even feel the vibrations in the taughtness of his balls, it was insane.

If it weren't for the fact that you were sitting between his legs, he probably would've been folded like a chair from the pleasure.

"Channie? How's it feel, baby? What is it like?"

His hands fisted the sheets, chest heaving in uneven breaths as he tried his best to collect the brain cells to form words.

"I-It- oh fuck, fuck, it's so- it's everywhere, baby- oh my god don't stop, please don't stop!"

His stomach was coated in precum, his cock leaking in ways you haven't seen before - you were almost jealous it was being wasted on him instead of in you, but that would be fixed later on.

Pressing the vibration button, you kicked up the speed and pressed the toy against the underside of his cock, right against a vein you were graciously familiar with.

The sound he let out was crossed between a grunt and a gasp of air, eyes rolling to the back of his head, and before you knew it, thick ropes of white streaked across his chest and stomach.

It was like he was frozen in time, stuck between breaths and stomach contracting with each wave of cum leaving him, numb to everything but the constant vibrations now spreading throughout his body.

At the same time, you weren't fairing any better; watching in shocked amazement as your usually loud finishing boyfriend was resorted to nothing but choked breaths and twitching limbs. It wasn't until a certain gasped word forced it's way past his lips that you were brought back to reality.

"R-Red- Red-"

You turned the toy off immediately, tossing it behind you as your hands moved to hold his shaking ones, knuckles white from his grip on your sheets.

"Okay, Channie, it's okay - we're all done, yeah?" You could see the faint streak of tears shining down the sides of his face, watching as he tried nodding his head. "You're okay, baby, just take a deep breath with me - slowly, just breathe with me."

He took a shivering inhale, broken between soft hiccups, before sighing it out slowly, his body relaxing just a bit.

"Good boy, just a few more times for me, alright?"

With each breath taken, his body finally relaxed and the tension in his hands released enough for you to slip your hands into his palms, thumbs caressing his undoubtedly sore knuckles.

"You did great, Channie, such a great job - will you be okay if I leave to get a washcloth to clean you up? Do you want me to run a bath?"

Chris shook his head softly, squeezing your hands, "Just... Just a washcloth... A-And some water, please."

Nodding, you leaned down to press a kiss to his right hand, "Alright, baby, I'll be right back."

It only took a few minutes for you to return with the warm washcloth and a bottle of water, gently wiping up the mess of cum from his skin and lube from his softening dick, before helping him sit up to drink.

He finished the water bottle in record time, chugging it as if he just finished a set on stage before letting out a deep sigh, leaning his head against your headrest.

"That was..."

"Intense?"

"Amazing." He laughed lightly, "And intense too, yeah, but it was... I never felt anything like that before, but I feel like if I didn't tap out then, I would've passed out."

Small giggles bubbles from your mouth, shaking your head at his honesty, "Well thank you for letting me know - do you need me to do anything for you? More water? Food? Wanna talk it out some more? Where's your head at, my love?"

A small hum left him as he opened his eyes to gaze at you through a soft haze, "Food sounds great, and we can definitely talk about it more but not before you tell me how you're doing. I'm alright, really, just a little overstimulated - but what about you? I didn't mean to scare you with the safeword."

"You didn't scare me at all! I was just worried about you, trust me - I'm just glad you're okay." Scooting closer to him, you pressed a gentle kiss to his cheek, smiling as he press himself into you. "I'll order the food, you just focus on cooling down, yeah?"

He nodded before looking at you with puppy eyes, "Can we order a pizza?"

Rolling your eyes, you laughed, "Yes, we can order a pizza - find something to watch then we can talk about the toys some more."

With a hum of agreement, you set off to put your date night back on track.

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[slayfics]

Heya! Can I get a comfort/fluff one shot with Kirishima and fem!reader? They like each other but are clueless about it, but are really good friends. He is in a sad mood, feeling insecure about his quirk compared to others. Reader comforts/cheers him up and it leads to him finally confessing? 😚

Eijiro confesses his feelings for you.

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You walked back to the common room of the dorms after finishing showering. Ready to relax with your friends for the rest of the night. The usual group sat in their spots on the couches. Hanta was having an animated discussion with Denki, while Katsuki sat with his hands in his pockets, pretending he wanted to be anywhere else. Everyone was accounted for, except for Eijiro.

"Hey," you announced yourself taking up the empty spot next to Katsuki.

Hanta and Denki greeted you warmly while Katsuki grunted. The four of you had the usual conversations about classes, assignments, and training. You expected Eijiro to come down and join you all any minute, but he never did.

You waited for a natural pause in conversation to ask, "Where's Kirishima?"

"Said he was tired and went up to his room early," Hanta replied.

"Oh," you mused gazing at the ground. It was unusual for Eijiro to be sleepy so early, that was Katsuki's job.

"Yeah, I thought it was weird too, but it was a long day," Denki added. 

Hanta and Denki started up another conversation while you found yourself worrying about Eijiro. You knew he didn't do well in the training today and he had a tendency to be too hard on himself. It was likely being tired was just an excuse to wallow in his room.

"Go check on 'em," Katsuki said, so lowly you almost didn't hear.

"Hu?" You perked up looking at him.

"If you're so damn worried, go check on him," Katsuki huffed.

"I didn't say I was worried," You argued.

"Tch- ya didn't have to. Go," he demanded.

"You don't have to be so bossy about it," You rolled your eyes and stood up.

"Yeah, I do, or your stubborn ass wouldn't listen," Katsuki retorted. 

"Sorry, can't hear you," You mocked as the distance between you and Katsuki grew while you made your way to Eijiro's dorm. Katsuki huffed but didn't argue any further.

After the short elevator ride, you were in front of Eijiro's dorm door knocking.

"I told you guys I'm tired," he called from inside his room, responding to your knocks.

"Oh, sorry I didn't know," you called back.

Hearing your voice Eijiro rushed to his door.

"Oh hey! Sorry, I thought you were Sero and Kaminari," he replied.

"So, you're too tired to talk to them but not me?" You joked.

Eijiro's cheeks flushed slightly, "I uh-," he stuttered.

"Relax, I'm just teasing you," you said saving him the embarrassment. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," he said stepping aside to make way for you. "So, what's up?"

You thought for a moment before deciding how to answer. You figured honesty was the best. "I was just worried about you. I know you had a tough day today. So when the boys said you went to bed already, I just wanted to make sure you were ok."

Eijiro grunted as he plopped himself down on his bed, "Was it that obvious?" He asked, placing his hands over his face. His shirt lifted slightly revealing part of his abdomen. Your own cheeks flushing now.

You sat down on the bed next to him, "I don't think it was to anyone else!" You tried to comfort him. "Do you want to talk about it?"

Eijiro let out a sigh, "You saw me today... my quirk was worthless."

"That's not true!" You try to combat him.

"Yes, it was! There was nothing productive for me to do in that situation. It's just... never mind it's stupid," he said cutting himself off...

"No, tell me! I want to hear," you encouraged.

Another heavy sigh and some silence passed before Eijiro took his hands off his face and spoke to the ceiling, "I hate my quirk sometimes. You, Bakugo, Kaminari... all have amazing quirks that could be useful for almost anything. I've been training so hard to try and make up for that... but days like today just remind me how far behind I am from you guys... Sometimes it feels like I'm never going to catch up. Or even when I make improvements, it's not enough because everyone else has to so I'm still miles behind. I always wanted to be a hero and help people but, recently I don't think I'm even needed. The world has enough heroes ya know?"

"Are you being serious right now?" You said angrily at Eijiro.

"Hu?" He sat up looking at you confused.

"You really can't see how much of a difference you made for your team in the training today?!" You asked.

"They would have been fine without me; they didn't need me. The outcome would have been the same," Eijiro stated.

You shook your head no aggressively, "You're so dense sometimes."

"Ok ouch," Eijiro exclaimed.

"I just mean... the way Koda froze on your team; you all would have lost. The only reason he used his anivocie is because of you!"

"So?" Eijiro asked.

"Don't you get it? There's so much more to being a hero than just your quirk. There's your drive and the comfort you bring those you're saving. Even though you may have felt useless on the inside you hyped your team with your endless positivity, and it made everyone fight so much harder. Your team won because you were on it, and you believed in everyone." You explained.

Eijiro felt his eyes get misty, "You really think so?"

"I don't think. I know, and so does the rest of our class. You inspire everyone with your big shark smile and... the way you look up to all of us, makes us want to be that hero you think we can be. You bring a lot to our class, it's why you're friends with everyone. Even the hard-headed Bakugo. You're going to be a fan favorite hero someday because of that, I know it," you smiled at him.

"Man," Eijiro exclaimed taking in a breath. "You always know what to say, no wonder I like you so much."

"Hu?" You breathed out, taken off guard.

"No! I uh just mean-," Eijiro tried to backtrack.

"Don't... Please don't take it back," you said, gaze meeting his crimson eyes.

Eijiro bit his lip, attempting to swallow his nervousness, "You're right that would be unmanly. I meant it... You always check on me, and have this way of getting to me when I'm in my head... I can't help but... like you."

"I... feel the same way," you confessed.

"What?! Are you serious?" Eijiro asked stunned.

You nodded shyly.

"Man, I feel like the luckiest guy in the world right now... would you... want to go to my favorite restaurant after class tomorrow with me?" Eijiro asked.

"I'd love to," you replied.

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[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

dave mustaine realizing how strong he is compared to the reader, and always displays this during sex, especially while fucking her against the wall or using his big hands to do whatever he wants with her body

A/n: I can’t even count how many times I tried writing this and just couldn’t think of anything, I still feel like I could’ve written it better but I hope you like it nonetheless <3

Warnings: smut, size kink, if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

It all started when you needed help opening a jar.

It was jam, the lid was stuck and you were tired. Dave was home so after a few seconds of trying you gave up and called him over for help. He opened it with ease and you moved on with your day, but Dave didn't.

He grew this obsession with proving how weak you were, or rather how strong he was. Can't reach the top shelf? Don't worry, Dave's right around the corner to lift you up. Need help carrying the groceries in? Not a problem, he can take them with ease, carrying more bags in fewer trips.

You didn't mind it, he was always looking for more ways to help you so why would it be a bad thing?

You were making dinner and Dave was sitting not far away watching you. He wasn't saying anything, not talking about his day or asking about yours. He was just staring at you with a wonky smile.

You were looking at the ingredients. "Hey, Dave, can you get the milk for me, please?" You asked, not taking your eyes off the cookbook.

Dave got up and got the milk, bringing it over to you, though he didn't go back to his seat. Instead he wrapped his arms around you and rested his head on your shoulder. "You're adorable, you know that?" He asked, placing a few soft kisses against your neck.

You paused for a moment and looked at him. "Yeah? Why's that?"

Dave gave your waist a gentle squeeze. He hid his face in the crook of your neck a moment, deeply inhaling your scent. “Your so tiny.” He said. “Could just pick you up and fuck you wherever I want.”

Your cheeks flushed a deep red and you tried to stay focused on the food.

A few minutes passed and Dave didn’t let go of you, still holding you close, kissing you occasionally.

“Think about it.” He said suddenly. “I could fold you in half right now, pin you against the wall and have my way with you.” You couldn’t deny the heat pooling at your cunt, the way your thighs pushed together in search of any amount of friction. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Being used like my own fucktoy?”

You took a deep breath in an attempt to clear your mind. You took the knife off the counter and started cutting a carrot before Dave stopped you and took the knife from your hand. “Enough with the hypothetical.” You turned your head to look at him and in an instant his lips were on yours, kissing, biting, tongue slipping past your lips to explore your mouth.

He picked you up just like he said he would and carried you to the bedroom, ignoring your weak attempts to protest. He got you out of your clothes, quite literally ripping your panties off and tossing them off somewhere.

He kissed down your body, starting at your neck and working his way down, playing close attention to your reactions, which spots were most sensitive, what felt best for you.

You twitched and moaned underneath him, heavy breaths leaving you as his big hands trailed over you. He dwarfed you. Everything about him made you small. From his hands around your neck to that bulge in your gut every time he has you to himself.

He moved back over you, kissing you sweetly before getting out of his own clothes.

“You’re so perfect, sweetheart.” He said as he crawled back over you. “All hot and ready for me, hm?” You let out a soft whine and Dave took it as an invitation to spread your legs.

He had a hand on either of your knees, slowly moving them up to your chest. “Look at that.” He mused. “Don’t even need any prep, hm?” You smiled proudly up at him. "Good girl." He mused as he lined himself up and pushed into you.

You let out a drawn out moan at the feeling, how he stretched you out so good. He gave you a second to adjust to his girth before he started rolling his hips to meet yours.

"Oh, fuck, Dave, just like that." You moaned out. Your hands moved to his back, lightly clawing at his shoulders. He let out a low growl as his hips snapped into yours.

You couldn’t take your mind off of his dick and how each vein dragged against your gummy walls. “Fuck, you’re so small, so fucking tight.” He groaned, leaning down and biting your earlobe.

He sat back, holding your hips in place on his lap, your legs still hooked over his shoulders as he pounded into you.

Your eyes crossed and your tongue lulled out, your body bouncing up and down the bed with every thrust.

Dave’s hand came down hard on your ass and you squealed in pleasure. His hand moved from your hip to your abdomen, he pushed down and you gasped softly. “Look at that, sweetheart,” he mused, “can see just how big I am inside you.” You looked down, eyes narrowing on where a bulge came and went, showing just how deep he was hitting inside you.

He kept pushing on your stomach and your eyes rolled back, a loud moan ripping from your throat. “Oh, fuck, squeezing me so good.” His own head fell back.

Dave’s movements stopped for a moment and he wrapped his arms around you. He lifted you up and carried you off the bed. “Look at that, I can fuck my perfect doll just like this, huh?” He asked, still snapping his hips into your as he stood.

You clung to him like a koala, moaning out in his ear how good he made you feel. “Davie-! Ngh, Davie, please.” His hands gripped your hips, guiding you on his dick.

“Please, what, sweetheart? ‘Oh, please, daddy, make me cum on your big cock’?” He asked in a mocking tone.

“Yes, daddy, please!” You whined. Your mind was racing with his cock, the bulge it made. His big hands over your body, carrying most of your weight, the way he bounced you on his length.

“Be good for me then and cum.” You didn’t need to be told twice, his words resonating in your body and pushing you over the edge. “Oh-oh, fuck!” Dave groaned. “Oh, god, you feel so good when you cum.” With a few more thrusts he was spilling into you, groaning in your ear.

He sat back on the bed and lifted you off of him, watching his own cum drip out of you. “Hmph, fuck.” You breathed.

“Don’t think we’re done yet, do you?” You chuckled and shook your head. “Good girl,” Dave hummed, “not done until my doll can’t walk.” He pushed back into you, your mind racing all over again.

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I just wanted to show this bc I thought it was funny

[suplicyy]

"Wanna Be Your Muse..."

Artist!Reader x Karasuno [Part 2]

Summary — He discover by chance that you love drawing him, maybe even too much...

Characters — Tanaka, Ennoshita, Sugawara, Asahi, Daichi.

— Fluff

— Gn! Reader

You've been together for a month now, and him going to your house and vice versa was starting to become a routine. That day, he was the one who went to your house to spend the afternoon.

You were in your room watching a series, when you said you were going to the bathroom and left the room, leaving him alone there. While you were gone, he watched your room, looking at some posters on the wall, books on the shelf, a notebook open on his desk... – a notebook? - he thought. You usually left your desk tidy, so it was rare to have anything "dropped" on it.

He knew it wasn't good to see your things without permission, especially when you weren't there to let him or not, but he thought about taking the notebook and putting it on the shelf with the others. So when he went towards your desk to get the notebook, he didn't expect to see some drawings of him.

Tanaka Ryuunosuke

This man is in love with you more than ever, but now that he has seen your drawings, he is already sure that he would spend the rest of the days of his life with you.

I swear, he almost passed out right there.

As soon as you come back from the bathroom, get ready, because he will praise you until the end of the day (but it's not like he doesn't do this every day, but on this particular occasion his compliments would increase by 100%)

At that moment his eyes almost turned into hearts.

Whenever you would do some of his art, he would offer to be your model; doing poses, gestures, expressions, everything you can imagine.

Chikara Ennoshita

He honestly never thought you would draw him. Among so many things you could observe and put in your notebook, why him?

But other than that, he was quite happy, his cheeks turning pink and an affectionate smile appearing on his face as he watched your artwork that you made with so much affection.

When you got to the room, he would tease you in an affectionate way.

He would try to help you with his opinions when you were in doubt about something.

Draw on paper or digitally? What colors to use? He would try to help you choose these and many other questions.

Sugawara Koushi

He would be so proud of you, I swear.

That definitely made Suga happier than he already was (he always say to you that just being in your company is enough to make him happy).

He would give you lots of kisses all over your face as a thank you!!

There would be times when he would see you drawing, and Suga would sit next to you with a sheet of paper and a pencil and try to draw with you. Even if his aren't as pretty or detailed as yours, you'll have fun together.

He would definitely paste the art you gave him on his bedroom wall. And he would always look at them when he was feeling down as a way to cheer him up a little (and it almost always works).

Asahi Azumane

Someone call an ambulance please, he just had a heart attack...

I'm serious, he was so nervous at that point that at any moment he could let out a not-at-all-manly scream.

Asahi would definitely keep your drawings for life, and always checking them out from time to time.

And if you asked him to draw him someday, he would say yes but he would definitely be a blushing mess.

And I don't know why, but in my mind Asahi is a pretty great artist. He would also draw you, but he would never have the courage to show you because he thinks you won't like them or because they aren't good enough.

Please give him some kisses and praise his drawings, he will be extremely shy about it but his heart will warm with so much love!!!

Sawamura Daichi

He would find the drawings very cute!! If you saw his expression when he was looking at the drawings of himself, you would see a big smile on his face.

Daichi would give you the most comfortable hug you had ever received in your life, and kiss the top of your head affectionately.

He already knew that you drew, and even saw you doing some of them, but he didn't imagine that you would draw him too.

I imagine he would ask you and Yachi to make posters for the volleyball club, with you doing the arts and her doing the designs!

And one of the reasons he did this was not because he wanted to show everyone how well his partner draws, no way... (yes, he did!)

A/N — I barely started writing here and I already disappeared, I'm really sorry guys!!! This week has been really busy for me, so it was a little difficult to finish this one...😭😭😭

And also... THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE SUPPORT!!! I never imagined that in such a short time so many people would read what I'm posting, I'm really very happy!!

— Read part 1 [here] !

[zwolfgames]

Goblin camp overtake (drabble) Platonic!Yandere!BG3 x Teen!Reader

(Hopefully it's a bit accurate because ive only played the story twice for now so i dunno all the posibilities.)

Summary: Teen!reader and the squad go take defeat the goblins. Therefore meeting Halsin, and Minthara again.

Warnings: Death (obv), mentions of gore, Goblins

Other related BG3 by me: Intro, Gith creché , The list

The sun was shining, the flowers in the forest were blooming... On days like this, kids like you had been tasked with commuting genocide on the local goblins.

Not that you really cared. They were little shitheads... Stole your laundry once back when you lived with your mom... before all this...

But getting closer to this alleged camp wasn't making you any more at ease. You could already imagine the stench of those sweaty creatures when you have to inevitably walk into that camp. Which you've heard is actually just an old temple.

You've noticed over time that people in your little group have gotten... well, friendlier. For example: Lae'zel was no longer throwing you glares, Shadowheart remembered your name, Astarion has indoctrinated you into his schemes... Yea, the three most hostile people had warmed up to you.

And the other have just... always been quite nice.

Well, Wyll still didn't seem to approve of you, a minor, coming along. But he didn't really have a choice as the others were not allowing him to take you back to the Emerald Grove. Guess they really do find you too funny to lose then.

"Ugh, the stench is disgusting." Karlach waves the air under her nose away.

"It is the smell of a goblin camp. What were you expecting? Tchk. And I myself find this odor quite thrilling. It promises of a good fight." Lae'zel slightly smirks. Clawed hands flexing around the handle of her greatsword.

"Of course you do... Tough the smell of blood has never scared me away." Astarion, in turn, chuckles in that weird posh way. You raise a brow.

"So you're sure you're not a vampire?" You question sarcastically. The pale elf gasps in mock offense.

"Of course not. I merely like the smell." He huffs. Right, so that time you saw him hunt down a boar must have been make belief.

The rest of the party didn't comment anymore as you made your way to the camp.

Gale had thrown his arm around your shoulder to keep you at the back. He excused that as 'magic users stay behind so they can asses the battlefield'. But he probably just didn't want to accidently get Lae'zels sword through his back.

This mission to save some druid calmed Halsin was looking like a total hassle. But hey, why not do side quests while the worm in your head is ready to kill you?

Whatever person lives in your head didn't take kindly to your remark as you heard the voice say they'd protect you.

Right, bullshit. You're just developing pshycosis. A hundred percent that.

"Y/N. If they target you, I want you to run, alright?" Wyll speaks calmly.

"Well, I mean, not that I don't want to but were kind of in this together -" You start nonchalantly.

"Don't listen to the human. It is unhonerable to run from a fight." Lae'zel scolds like a lecturing general.

Well, do you really care about your honor? It's not like you're trying to capture the Avatar here-

"Yea yea, got it, boss." You sigh. The slight stress makes its way to your head. It's just some goblins, right? Nothing a good magic missile can't solve... Right?

You take back your words quite quickly when Astarion smooth talks his way past the outside security to let your group pass. There's like... at least fifty goblins here!

You feel an arm slitter around your shoulders. Looking up, you can see Lae'zels warry face.

She's gripping that greatsword quite harshly, a bit scared, maybe? Tough you doubt it, it's Lae'zel..

You ignore the stink eyes these little creatures are throwing you and walk along with your group.

"My, what a festive place, no? Look, they even have booze." Astarion muses with his typical smug grin.

"We're not here to party." Gale groans. The wizard stares at the goblins in distaste. You note that everyone is on edge

A goblin child sticks her tingue out at you, so you do the same, blowing raspberries for good meassure. This action earns you a dissaproving look by Wyll.

"So where's this druid? I don't want to be here any longer then needed." Shadowheart complains with a little wave infront of her nose to showcase that she thinks this place stinks.. Wich it does.

"Let's ask!" Karlach offers her idea.

"You've got to be the most optimistic person I've met and we have a literal child in the group." Gale groans.

"You can't miss any of the chances you take." Karlach shrugs.

"Let's just gut all of them. I'm sure we can search for the druid in peace then." Astarion smirks.

"For once, I agree with the pale one." Lae'zel sneers.

You watch your group bicker a bit longer as you wander out of the grip you had been put in. Walking around the goblin camp instead.

Mhh, a clear booze tub. They're drunk. Quite ideal.

You scan around the area, a certain tall woman catches your eye, seeing as she isn't a goblin.

Wait a minute, you've met her before! She almost killed you on the beach when the Nautiloid crashed!

The nerve of that woman, she doesn't deserve the same hairstyle as your mother.

Astarion had snuk out of the argument your group of idiots was having right in the middle of the goblin camp. He stuck himself to your side, observing along with you.

"You seem... focussed. You have an idea, do you not?" The pale elf asks smoothly.

"An inkling. They're drinking, and Nettie gave us wyvern poison... I mean...?" You let your gaze travel to the booze tub. Astarions red eyed orbs follow along. You can see a sharp toothed grin spread across his face.

"I just know we're going to be great friends, Y/N.." He smirks and puts a cold hand on your shoulder.

You just smile in satisfaction that your plan is apparently good. Before you know it, Astarions snatched the poison out of Shadowhearts pocket. You watch the man go invisible to presumably go dunk the booze in poison. Or maybe he's gonna drink it... But he never seemed suicidal... So it should be fine.

"Y/N, c'mon, we're going into the temple, the druid should be there." Karlach waves you over.

You nod and join the group again. Getting tucked back under someone's shoulder.

The first leader of the Goblins you had met was a priestess. And oh boy, defenitly not your favourite... She wanted to brand you! Is she nuts!?

So anyways, Lae'zel chopped her head off... Uh... props to Wyll for covering your eyes.

Then there was Dror Ragzlin. Scary guy that one. Almost twice your size, mean face and doing necromancy. Yikes.

Unfortunatly, you did have to help in this fight. There were goblins storming in through the door and well just that beast of an orc.

So you you just started blasting spells at the incoming goblins. Fireball and Ice Knife were a nice combo, no? Make em slip and then steam the ice and do damage? Sounds logical to you. Was anyone else smelling barbeque or just you?

When that got taken care of, Karlach strapped a helmet to your head and lead you back to the group.

The last leader was the same woman that had tried to kill you. Minthara, apparently. You've never seen a real drow, so this was cool. Except for the part where she tried to kill all of you. That wasn't that cool...

Just before she was supposed to just die, Lae'zel had accidently hit one of the wooden beams in the room. The ceiling collapsed right infront of you.

Well, maybe she's dead? Atleast it's not your problem anymore?

After all the goblins inside had straight up been slayed, Astarion joined the group once more, seeming quite pleased with himself.

"Where have you been?" Gale asks sternly. Raising an eyebrow in suspiscion. It's still quite annoying that nobody really trusts anyone here..

"Let's just say the situation outside is taken care off." Astarion boasts proudly.

"Really? And you did that, alone?" Shadowheart states in a disbelieving tone. Gods forbid the fancy man does anything impressive.

"Yes! Is that so hard to believe?" Astarion scoffs and crosses his arms.

"Very." Shadowheart argues back.

"I'll believe it when I see it." Lae'zel adds.

Wyll and Karlach just exchange glances. Well you know that he did it. So there's no need for your input-

"Ahhh!" You eep in fear as a large man had appeared behind you. Wich is very scary considering every one in this temple was supposed to be dead.

"Calm down little cub, I mean no harm." The large man smiles reasuringly.

You stagger back to Lae'zels side. This man... Elf ears.. Brown hair. Ah, druid attire? Halsin, perhaps?

"And who are you?" Shadowheart asks for all of you.

"Halsin. You were sent here to come chack on me, or are you just lost adventurers?" Halsin asks with that same smile.

"Well, we found him. Back to the grove-" Gale starts walking off before Karlach grabs the rim of his robes to keep him in the group.

"We did come here for you. Have the goblins hurt you?" Wyll asks calmly. Halsin shakes his head.

"Nothing I can't handle. Why the cub?" Halsin tilts his head at you.

"They're actually an immortal being in the form of a child. Wiser then any of us." Astarion makes up.

Halsin raises a brow. Clearly not believing that.

"Right. But like your little wizard said, we should get back. I am sure the grove has missed me." Halsin hums.

"Don't think so, they're closing it off frol the outside world." You mention calmly.

"What." Halsin stops smiling. You just shrug, that's all you picked up from it.

Halsin frowns and starts walking out. What determination.

Your group eventually exits the dead silent temple after having taken any valuables. Can't leave without some loot, who knows if you're getting paid!

As you walk out the large door, the death Astarion had caused is quite visible, dead goblins everywhere. R.I.P, you won't be missed.

Now that that's taken care of, who knows what adventures await you thanks to this stupid worm in your brain!

Not the best, but it's something. Yan feelings gotta develop trough the story but I'm not fully there yet.

[ddejavvu]

criminal minds request:

Hotch and reader have a some tension between them ever since reader joined the team. They never acted upon it knowing that the relationship would be the hr nightmare.

They live in the same complex and reader is spending the night with someone from the bar and Aaron interrupts with the news of a case.

I love your writing btw

thanks! <3

this post is 18+, minors dni.

Aaron's been inside of your apartment only a few times before, but he could walk there in his sleep. That's almost what he wishes he was doing, instead of marching towards your door at one thirty-six in the morning, but duty calls, and though he'd tried to do the same, you hadn't answered your phone.

When he reaches your door Aaron can hear faint noise inside, and something like annoyance prickles at his chest at the thought that you'd ignored his phone call to watch television. But he finds himself seldom able to feel anything but secretly fond of you, so he tries to give you the benefit of the doubt.

What the door opens to is far worse than television. Instead of the faint glow of a screen lighting the couch, Aaron is met with the sight of a man, mostly naked and only draped in a sheet. Your sheet.

This man was in your bed.

"Yeah?" He asks, rather rudely, "It's the middle of the night, man. What do you want?"

He suspects you've asked the man to answer the door because you don't want to do it yourself, appearing alone at night in most likely very little clothing. Aaron commends you on your survival skills, but can't shake the feeling that he suddenly wants to try his hand at murder.

"I'm Y/N's boss," Aaron mutters, eyes set in a sharp glare, "She's needed at the office."

"Man, fuck off," Your houseguest scoffs, "That's not gonna work on me. Leave her alone, you creep, or at least come back with a better lie next time."

The man tries swinging the door shut, but before Aaron can wedge the freshly polished toe of his shoe into the gap, you squeal from down the hallway.

"Hotch?"

"We have a case," Aaron barks, voice still rough at the presence of the other man present, "You didn't answer your phone."

"I'm sorry!" You come running down the hallway while wrestling with the waistband of sweatpants Aaron hopes are your own, fully clothed in those and a tank top as you reach the door.

"Uh, Dominic, this is- he's my boss," You pat the man's bare back apologetically where you sidle up beside him, "I have to go."

Dominic doesn't seem to be particularly kind to anyone, Aaron muses. The man rounds on you with a furrow in his brow that Aaron doesn't like one bit, "Seriously? Some suited-up fuck comes to your door in the middle of the night and you just run off with him?"

"It's my job," You plead earnestly, "I'm sorry! It's just bad timing."

"Whatever." Dominic grumbles, turning to stalk off down the hallway to retrieve his clothes, "Bad timing my ass."

Neither you nor Hotch decide to tell him that you can see the very thing he speaks of. He's only holding the towel over his front half, and the back half being completely exposed doesn't help the tough-guy persona he's trying to put on as he storms off.

"I'm sorry," You breathe, sounding truly apologetic as Aaron stands in your doorway, "I didn't hear my phone ring, I was- we were... well. I'll be dressed and ready in, like, ten minutes." You vow, "I just need to get him out of here."

Aaron's not sure he can manage to speak after your admission, because up until now he'd been trying to pretend there was somehow some other reason for there to be a naked man crawling out of your bed at two in the morning.

All he can muster is a terse nod, and you take it as disapproval rather than a bruised heart. You rush off to get changed, and Aaron hears Dominic bicker with you before he storms his way out of the hallway and through the door. Aaron doesn't move as he passes through, and Dominic runs into his broad shoulders. Aaron keeps his balance steady, not sparing Dominic a glance as the man makes a fool of himself on the way out.

"She's not even worth it, man," Dominic sneers at Hotch from down the hall, "She must be some kinda whore. Called me the wrong fucking name, like she does this every night. Aaron must have been the last guy."

Hotch is stuck. If he hadn't heard his own name escape Dominic's mouth he'd have used what he's learned as a serial killer specialist to dispose of Dominic's remains without ever being caught. He doesn't like the way that the man spoke of you one bit, but when he hears you've been speaking of him, his spine stiffens and his legs lock into place.

"Tell her I hope Aaron likes her mediocre tits more than I did!" Dominic shouts as a sendoff, and Aaron knows for a fact that he does. Mediocre is the last word he'd use to describe them, but he respects you and won't dwell on what term would be best.

Aaron almost regrets seeing Dominic leave, because he'd have liked to grill the man on exactly what went down in there. How did you say his name? When did you say his name? Did you say his name when glancing over at your ringing phone, and ultimately deciding to ignore it? Or did you say his name through an open-mouthed moan, sweat beading on your hairline and certainly-not-mediocre tits bouncing wildly with each thrust?

Aaron's head is so clouded with thoughts of your fucked-out, sex-hazy state that he's startled to feel your hand on his arm, and he tugs it out of your grasp, jerking away like he's been burned. Sure, his skin is on fire where you've touched him, but only because he wishes you'd do it more, especially in other places.

You take his reluctance to be touched as a bad sign, and your face dims into a hesitant frown as you stand at the ready by Hotch's side.

"I'm sorry, Hotch," You murmur, tucking your hand into the jacket that you're clutching now that you feel you've made a fool out of yourself, "Um- it won't happen again, sir."

He wants to kiss you. He wants to duck inside, slam your door shut, and press you against the inside, demanding a detailed account of why his name had fallen from your lips earlier in the heat of the moment. But he can't, he knows he can't, and he has to blink at your forlorn expression instead, feet heavy as he drags them away from your door, like magnets trying to pull him to your bedroom.

"No need for apologies, Agent." He grits his teeth, "What you do in your free time-" like moan my name "-is your business. Let's go, we're briefing on the plane; wheels up in thirty."

[minv97]

Warning nsfw content Minors dni!!

Mentions of unprotected sex, cum, dick riding, and oral sex. Minho calls reader kitten and precious. Reader is fem!

Your parents are visiting but Minho's finding it hard to not touch you while they're there and slowly gets you to cave in too <3

Minho's only focus is finding you right now as his sleepy head still isn't fully awake yet, stumbling right past your guest without even sparing them a glance as he forgot they were there at all.

You gasp lightly, sitting down your cup of coffee before you could spill any of it as Minho presses his chest to your back, purposely pressing his morning wood against your backside just so you can feel it, his feathery bangs tickling the skin of your neck as he dips his head low to kiss in-between your shoulder blade.

"Morning' pretty."

If it weren't for your innocent parents sitting right behind the two of you you'd be so turned on just from the sound of his groggy morning voice in your ear, but since the circumstances are different you have no choice but to spin around and place a hand on his chest to create enough space between the two of you because you already know what's to come next with those sneaky hands of his as you feel them playing at the band of your pajama pants.

"Minho, my parents." You whisper as low as you can, unwilling to look behind Minho's shoulder to see if they witnessed any of that, you'd rather just pretend it didn't happen at all.

Suddenly Minho feels wide awake, eyes widening and he's quick to spin around, sparing your parents a quick smile that barely reaches his eyes before he exits the same way he came from.

"Who's ready for some eggs?" You advert back to the stove, but not before picking up your TV remote to power it on and fill the awkward silence that's taken place with sounds of the News.

Minho leaves for work early a few minutes later, claiming it's important and his boss called him in but you call out his bluff and instantly catch on to the fact he's trying to avoid the awkward silence between you and your parents now, barely kissing your hair before he slips out of the front door.

It isn't until midnight that he comes crawling through your bedroom door, kicking off his shoes and undressing to nothing but his boxers and sprawls on top of your legs with a loud groan, you spare him a glance over your book and smile down at the dramatic man.

"Still embarrassed?" You tease, giggling when he drops his head into your lamp and groans again.

"I'm actually very horny right now." His words are muffled but you still make out what he's trying to say, as if you didn't see the bulge in his boxers already when you were sneaking glances at him undressing.

"Really?" You muse, placing your bookmark in your book to hold your spot and sitting it down on your nightstand to begin threading your fingers through Minho's curls. "Me too."

Minho perks his head up at that, "Just the tip?"

You roll your eyes.

"You know that never works out right for either of us."

"Fine. Let's just fuck-"

"My parents are literally right next door Min, they're very light sleepers."

He's hardly listening as he's already climbing up over your body to press his lips on yours. Despite the point you were trying to make you fall silent under him, a small whine escapes your lips when his tongue slips past your lips and grazes together with your own.

"Just keep quiet, kitten. You can do that for me right?" Minho whispers in between kisses, tongues swirling together into a sloppy kiss, making it all the more difficult to say no, but you keep your ground, keeping a tight hold on his sneaky little wrists and it actually makes him smile against your mouth.

"I can't believe you right now," he starts, moving away from your lips to continue kissing along your neck, biting down on the flesh gently and only stopping when he hears a whimper slips past your lips all the while tugging his wrists free from your hold and quickly changing the position. It was now his turn to grab ahold of your wrists and he held them above your head while he continued biting, licking and sucking on your neck, you could feel his hard on pressed against your inner thigh and felt like you were only a second away from giving in. "Torturing not only me but yourself too like this."

You could only whimper, head turning foggy and moving your hips upward to connect with his own, biting down on your bottom lip to muffle the soft moans wanting to come out when his cock grazes against your puffy folds but Minho let's his own moans be heard by you against your ear.

"That's it baby," he praises you, hissing and rolling his hips to meet with yours again and again, burying his nose in the crook of your neck as you wrap your arms around his neck, like the two of you couldn't be any closer.

"fuck you, Minho." Comes out of your mouth barely above a whisper, has Minho pinching your thigh and you squeal but Minho only gives you open mouth kisses before biting down on your bottom lip to muffle his own moans when he feels your pussy rubbing along his cock so well, couldn't wait to peel back your underwear and feel all your wetness drip down his cock.

"Well since you asked so nicely I might let you fuck me," Minho jokes, chuckling before pressing a single kiss to your lips before pulling away. "Actually-" he sounds more serious, eyes darkening over as he stares at you. "I want you on top tonight, yeah?"

You give Minho a pointed look. "Are you trying to get us caught? Can't we just hurry and-"

"Hold on," He cuts you off, barely listening again as he moves himself from between your legs to get comfortable on his side of the bed, fingers sneak past the band of his boxers and he fishes out his cock which springs to life against his stomach, all red and swollen. "Alright, come on," he places his hands behind his head as he gets comfortable on his pillow. "Come fuck me."

You sigh in defeat, shaking your head slightly but you still move from off the bed to remove your shirt and underwear but Minho cuts you off.

"Keep your panties on, kitten. Just push em to the side."

"I swear to God Min, if you rip another pair of my underwear-"

"Relax, that was one time only." He chuckles at the memory, cheeks turning a light shade of crimson. "And an accident by the way, I said I was sorry."

"Next time control yourself better, mister. It hurts having fabric ripped from your body." You laugh along, climbing over Minho's hips to straddle him, taking his painfully swollen cock into your hand to pump it a few times, spreading the precum from his tip around his entire base until he's nice and slick and ready for you to take.

"I know, I know," he says softly, supporting himself on his elbows to lean up and kiss you, moaning quietly against your lips. "I get a little dumb every time I'm inside you." He confesses.

Minho and you both try to be as quiet as possible, but when you slowly slide down onto Minho's cock inch by inch it's hard, can feel him stretching you out and it burns so deliciously you have to muffle your moan behind your hand. Minho's a bit better at it than you, keeps his lips pressed into a thin line as if he's afraid he'll make too much noise if he lets them part, watching intently the way your areas meet before throwing his head back onto his pillow.

It isn't until you really start moving your hips against his does it get even harder for you, your moans begin spilling from behind your hand and Minho thinks it's so amusing, watching you with his cat like eyes as you try to fuck yourself on his cock and trying to be as quiet as possible, failing at both things.

"God, you're so precious," he whispers, hands roaming up your torso until he's cupping your tits with the palms of his hands, giving them a squeeze.

He's having fun teasing you, playing with your nipples and watching your reaction each time he twists your swollen bud between his fingers all while whispering playful insults at you. "Come on, I know you can fuck me better than that."

"Ts'hard, Min.." you whisper, eyes beginning to water you're so wet and needy, searching for that feeling and moving your hips up and down on Minho's cock but it's no use, you can't fuck yourself like he can. "Pleasee."

"Please what?" He eggs you on, resting his hands on your hips to guide your movement on his dick when you begin to go sloppy.

"Need you, Min," You're in no mood for begging, trying so hard to be quiet, even with the way you come down on his dick you hope the sound of skin against skin isn't audible to anyone outside of the room. "Just give it to me, please?"

He rolls his eyes, "I spoil you a little too much apparently," he begins gently thrusting his hips up to meet yours, "Can't even beg properly and I still give you what you want."

His dick slides in and out of your walls fast, finally hitting that spot that makes you forget all common sense, feels so good you forget to hold your mouth shut, Minho has to yank you down by your hair and muffles your moans with his own lips, kissing away all sounds from you because he knows you can't control it like he can.

He holds your ass cheeks to guide you up and down on his cock, meeting his thrusts every time and you begin to cry against his lips, clenching around him like crazy and you've made a mess of your juices on his lower abdomen that he'll for sure have you licking up later.

You have to hold on to his shoulders for stability, digging your nails into his skin as you cum hard, pussy pulsating and squirting your juices all over Minho's cock and without a doubt on your shared bedsheets, thighs shaking and your head feels like it's spinning you have to shut your eyes tight for a moment, biting on Minho's lip a little too hard as you try not to cry so loud.

"Shit baby," Minho chuckles, thrusting into you a few more times before sliding out of you fully, cock still fully erect, lips swollen and tinted with blood from you. "Are you trying to take my lips off?" He chuckles humorously, swiping his tongue over his lips.

"I'm sorry," you apologize repeatedly, kissing him gently after each one. "I'm so sorry."

He shakes his head, cupping his hand against your cheek to run his thumb along your bottom lip. "Don't worry about it, doesn't even hurt."

You wrap your lips around his thumb, swirling your tongue around the tip of his finger before pulling away. "I can make it up to you?"

Minho smirks at you, nodding his head before connecting his lips to yours for one last kiss before you crawl down his lap, ass in the air as you get in position between his mascular thighs.

"Ahem," he clears his throat dramatically, giving you an expected look when your eyes meet his and he looks down at the mess you've made. "Good girls clean up after themselves."

You feel your cheeks heat up in embarrassment, taking in how much liquid really came from you but you push that thought aside. Minho holds your hair back for you, watching you intently as you lick his lower abdomen clean, chest heaving up and down and he swears he could cum just from the feeling of your tongue exploring his body. You leave a trail of kisses all the way to his cock, grabbing it in your hands and you give that a long lick from bottom to tip too, taking just the tip of him in your mouth and swirling your tongue around him just like you had with his thumb earlier.

"Stop teasing, can't hold it much longer." Minho has the nerve to say as if he hasn't been teasing you all night but you give in easily, taking his dick inch by inch down your throat until he's hitting the back of it, gagging a little before you begin bobbing your head up and down on him.

Minho's worse at keeping his cool, he's got your hair wrapped around in his fist and he bobs your head up and down on his dick until drool spills down your chin, lips pressed into a thin line, humming quietly as he fucks your skull.

He cums in your mouth without warning, white liquid filling your cheeks and you try your best to swallow as much as you can, spitting the rest of it out on your already ruined bedsheets.

Minho opens his arms for you right afterwards and you climb into his chest, laying in a puddle of each other's fluids as Minho strokes your hair, whispering praises only you two could hear for a moment longer before you both have to get up to change your sheets and shower.

"You know," Minho starts, throwing you the other side of the clean bed sheet. "I really hope these walls are soundproof. I can't imagine facing your parents ever again if they heard any of that."

"Well Mr. Couldn't-keep-it-in-my-pants, should've thought about that before we had sex." You respond, lifting up the mattress slightly to tuck the clean sheet under it as Minho did the same on his side.

"You were louder than me, I'd be more embarrassed if I were you." He retorts back.

You roll your eyes, face slowly beginning to burn as it dawned on you he might've been right.

"Let's say we've got errands to run and leave early tomorrow morning before they wake up, deal?"

Minho looks at you, studying the way your face is flushed with embarrassment and he chuckles to himself. "Deal."

You can find all of my work under #minv97 <3

[valeisaslut]

the morning is the muse-mdni (+18)

clic to read pt.1!

⚢ pairing: Shane McCutcheon (The L Word, 2004) x Reader 𖥔 ݁ ˖

ෆ synopsis: after the heated events of the night before, Shane and y/n try to make it pass as a one night thing, but feelings get in the way. It's your turn to realize that Shane is someone quite difficult to avoid 𖥔 ݁ ˖

⭑ word count: 2.12k 𖥔 ݁ ˖

♱ content: smut (nsfw), dom! Shane, sub! reader, oral sex (r!receiving), fingering, cum eating, jealousy, cursing, Shane and y/n are smokers, pet names, etc. MDNI!! 𖥔 ݁ ˖

꒱࿐♡ ˚.*ೃ Hii! first of all, thank you all so so so much for all the support in my first fic! I honestly wrote it more for myself than for it to be popular and i didn't expect all those kind beautiful messages and so many people asking me to write a pt.2! So here it is, I really hope you like it as much as i did. Sorry in advance if there are some misspelling or writing mistakes, english isn't my first language and I will be happy to receive constructive criticism! 𖥔 ݁ ˖

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The dim and warm morning light seeped through the curtains of Shane's department, reaching your eyes and waking you from your slumber in a slow manner.

As you languidly opened your eyes, you started scanning your surroundings, not immediately comprehending your present location. However, in a matter of seconds, the flashbacks of the previous night hit you like a bus and a slight blush painted your cheeks.

The first thought of your sleepy head was to make sure of Shane's presence in the bed, so you rolled up to the other side, only to discover her absence.

You looked around the room, slightly confused but not really surprised. It was something that you could expect from a one night stand.

"Shane...?" you mumbled softly, still giving it a chance to dismiss your internal thoughts.

"maybe she just went and expects me to leave before she comes back" your inner voice echoed.

You were only in your panties, so you sat up and stretched your arms, letting out a soft sigh. You were ready to get dressed and start your walk of shame as soon as possible, but a sound coming from the kitchen stopped you in your tracks.

You felt footsteps coming towards the room, so you covered yourself with the sheets again. The door creaked open, revealing Shane's long and slim figure. She had two different colored mugs, one on each of her hands and a cigarette dangled from her lips.

She was wearing only a white tank shirt and black panties, her jet black hair all messy and her eyes were slightly black from the remnants of smudged makeup (that she didn't correctly remove after your shared shower).

Without a doubt, she was the hottest girl you had ever hooked up with.

"hey, you already up" Shane said, with an even deeper than usual morning voice, she came closer to you and offered you the cup "I was making myself coffee and I made some for you too, if you want it"

"oh, thanks" you said as you took the coffee and leaned back on the bed, sipping it and letting out a soft sigh of pleasure "I really needed that, thank you again, you really didn't have to"

Shane looked at you while taking a long drag on her cigarette, the morning light perfectly illuminating your face and your locks with a serene aura. Then her gaze went a little lower, discovering your bare body covered only by the almost sheer sheets.

"my pleasure" she responded to your gratitude with an alluring manner, giving you her very renowned Shane smirk.

You looked down at your cup, chuckling when you realized what was written in it.

"Best. lesbian. ever."

"nice mug you have here" you said, turning it around to show her the quote, making her laugh too "i'm gonna need the address of the place where you got this. immediately"

"I have no idea 'cause I actually didn't bought it" she responds to your request "it was a joke from my friend, she gave me that as a birthday gift last year"

"the quote is true tho" you remarked, still chuckling as Shane drew nearer, giving you a cute peck on the lips. "hell yeah it is" she purred, planting another kiss upon you, her passion and eagerness growing with each passing moment.

You reciprocated with the same initiative, as Shane put out her almost finished cigarette on the ashtray that laid on the nightstand. Both of you left your mugs too, quickly forgetting the coffee.

You sat up on your forearms and Shane crawled up over you, placing one of her hands on the mattress while the other one moved to your nape, deepening the kiss.

You placed your hand on Shane's waist, caressing the soft flesh as her kisses went lower, nibbling upon the sensitive skin of your neck and licking the already dark marks from last night.

Her hands traced lower, softly gripping your breasts and she separated from the kiss to attach her mouth to your nipple, sucking on it and squeezing the other.

She slowly moved towards your legs, her body getting closer until she was on her knees in front of you. As she did that, she gave you a look full of lust, her lips kissing and her hands gripping the supple flesh of your inner thighs.

With each second passing, the dampness in your panties grew more, yearning to be pleased. As a reflex, you attempted to close your legs, but her strong grip kept them firmly in place.

"be a good girl and spread your legs" she deeply whispered, and you complied without complaint. Her voice slightly muffled by her lips grazing your thighs, getting closer and closer to your sensitive spot.

You audibly moaned as her tongue touched the drenched fabric of your undergarments, licking a long stripe and sucking your wetness. Her teeth grasped the waistband of your panties, slowly drawing them down your legs with her mouth.

The sight was absolutely alluring, and turned you into a whimpering mess. Her hands squeezed your flesh once more and her mouth met your bare pussy, eliciting a resounding gasp from your lips.

She began to suck loudly on your clit as your head fell back in ecstasy, your eyes darted shut as you firmly grip her hair.

"Fuck! don't stop" you moan and as if that weren't enough, her deft fingers found their way to your sensitive nipple, teasing and twisting it.

“you like that, baby?” she whispered, her deep voice muffled by your pussy. The room was filled with the sultry wet sounds, causing you to writhe beneath her touch.

“oh god Shane” your moans only seem to heighten her desire, making her more eager, almost pussy drunk. She eats you out like she is a woman starved, and you are her last meal.

A broken "fuck" escaped from your lips the moment when her hot tongue started intercalating between fucking you and flattening against your clit, knowing that it was over for you.

Somehow, she delves her fingers into the mess and the overwhelming stimulation quickly drove you to the edge, making you cum all over her mouth with loud and broken whimpers, one of your hands gripping the sheets and the other roughly pulling Shane's hair.

A shiver courses through your spine when she used her tongue to clean up every last drop of your release, her fingers still inside of you, moving slowly to extend your high as much as possible.

After you calm down from your high, Shane hovered over you and pressed sweet kisses on your open, breathless mouth. She removed her fingers and sucked them clean before helping you pull up your panties again.

"i love the way you taste" Shane whispers in your ear, and you swore you could hear her smirk. You were just about to reply, but you both stopped your movements at the loud sound of knocking on the door.

"cominggg" Shane lazily said, putting on the first pair of pants and socks she found laying on the floor. She walked out of the room and the next thing you heard was the door creaking open.

"hey Shane, sorry to wake you up" a womanly voice says "I just dropped by to ask you if you could give me back my bra from yesterday, it's my favorite"

"oh, hey Laura.. uhh yeah, jus gimme me one second and I'll look for it" you hear Shane say as you felt her footsteps coming near the room.

You can't help being embarrassed, it makes you feel kinda ridiculous laying naked in a bed that yesterday was filled for another girl, so you start putting your clothes on and grabbing one of Shane's cigarettes, lighting it and taking a drag.

"It shouldn't bother me so much. it was just a one time thing. with a stranger. It doesn't mean anything, so why do I feel like this? god im so fucking stupid" your mind echoed while you got dressed as fast as you could.

Shane walked into the room, not even looking at you and just focusing on finding that piece. She opened a drawer and took out a pink, lacy, probably D-cup bra and just walked out. Your mind couldn't find a moment where you had felt more uncomfortable than this.

"found it, there you go" you heard her say "thanks babe, call me later" the girl replied.

"sure.... see you around" Shane responded, and you can quickly feel her closing the door and her steps coming closer again. You took a drag of your cigarette and grabbed your purse.

"hey hey, you are going already?" Shane confusedly leaned on the door frame while you were putting your clothes on, her eyes still lingering at your body.

"um, yeah" you responded while your mind struggled to make an excuse and tried to sound the most unbothered it could. "I forgot I have... a deadline today, so yeah.... i'm out, sorry"

"oh, ok" she said, kinda weirded out by your sudden attitude, but still understanding. You took another long drag, trying to figure out your next words.

"hope I see you around, some of these days" you say as you turn around to put out your cigarette in the ashtray. Your words were genuine, but at the same time you didn't know if you wanted to see her again. Your head was a complete mess.

"yeah, me too" she got closer to caress your check and give you a peck on the lips, smiling at you. You swore you saw her eyes slightly glint, but didn't give it too much importance.

You both said your goodbyes with a bittersweet taste on your mouths and as soon as you were on the elevator, you took out your phone and called your best friend Alice.

"Hey Al, wanna go to the Planet for coffee in like, 10 minutes?"

"so yeah, all that happened" you and Alice were sitting at a small table outside, both with coffees in your hands.

"well, that explains the hickeys all over your neck" she said, pointing out the dark fresh marks decorating your neck and collarbones.

"oh my god, are they THAT obvious?!" you responded covering your neck with your hands, completely embarrassed.

"I noticed them as soon as you walked in, you are gonna have to invest on some good concealer or a scarf" you laughed at her remark, but your laughter stopped the moment you saw Shane walking in.

"fuck, that is the girl I hooked up with last night!" you whispered to Alice, pointing at her under the table and trying to hide your face. Al turned to look at Shane's direction, and then turned again to look at you with wide eyes and a shocked expression.

"Shane?! You arrived from New York one fucking week ago and Shane already fucked you?? this is so fucking ridiculous, its like she has a radar for every girl she hasn't fucked yet!"

"shut up, Al! shit, she's coming, act normal" you said, freaking out.

"hey guys, didn't expect to see you here" Shane said, greeting you with a confused look on her face. Then, her eyes fell to your neck, noticing the dark hickeys and smirking.

"um, yeah... I just decided to grab a quick coffee with my friend on the way, Shane, this is Alice- " you nervously said.

"yeah, I know, we are very close" Shane says "unfortunately" Alice replies.

"well, see you both around, wish you luck with your deadline y/n" she says with a kind of sarcastic tone and turned around to go with Marina, Shane's shot of espresso already in her hand.

"what a tiny and crazy little world" you say, trying to process everything that happened in just an hour.

"crazy, yes.. but not tiny" Alice responds with a smirk on her face, already thinking of linking you to Shane and expanding her board.

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clic to read pt.1!

guysss please let me know if you want a part 3 and I will happily write it! I already have a lot of ideas. Hope you enjoyed and I'm very grateful for every repost, like or share you want to give.

(sorry again if there's any spelling or writing mistakes)

[strigimorphaes]

TO1U scraps - Mathieu/Christoph, "Pregnant" (800-ish words)

All our beautiful memes about trying our hardest to make him pregnant come to fruition... or something. Didn't get it properly edited in time so this is a... 2½nd draft? Didn't feel finished enough to post anyway.

A coffee cup clatters against the saucer, drawing Mathieu's attention from his phone to Christoph on the other side of the patio table. There's a half-eaten slice of carrot cake between them, Christoph's treat as a reward for persevering through contract negotiations. Mathieu looks about ready to be done with talking in general, but then Christoph says, "Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Yeah?" Mathieu says, taking another mouthful of cake. Christoph expects he's trying to empty the plate so they can move on.

"Are you and Roxanne planning on having children anytime soon?"

Mathieu chews and swallows. "I don't think so. That's not where we're at."

"Is that her decision or...?" 

"Both."

"I'm just asking because - you know," Christoph continues, making a dismissive hand motion, "when people get kids, priorities change. I need to know what we’re in for in the coming years."

"My priorities are the same as always.”  

Christoph gets quiet for a little bit. He tears a packet of sweetener open, pours, stirs. The spoon clinks against the sides of the cup. His eyes meet Mathieu’s again - "But eventually, right?"

"Why do you care about that?" Mathieu asks.

"Well…” Christoph gives a wry smile; he knows he’s being ridiculous, but - “Speaking as a directeur sportif, it'd be a waste if you didn't pass on those genes."

Mathieu snorts. "Like some sort of cyclist breeding program."

“They probably have that in Belgium," Christoph says, dry humor to back away from the sore subject. But he can't help himself. Were Mathieu any other rider in Christoph's employ, this would've been beyond what Christoph ought to talk about - but with Mathieu Christoph slip. "It’s not like it’d take you out of competition. You're better off than the female riders in that way. It was just a thought, anyway.”

“That’s a weird thought to have,” Mathieu says. He pauses, considering his next move while he eats the last bit of cake. "You know I fuck you more than my girlfriend, Christoph.”

“We’re in public, Mathieu.”

“What, you think anybody’s listening?”  

Christoph looks into space for a bit. He's thankful for the café's music and the spacing between the tables. Mathieu puts everything aside – napkin, plate, cake fork. He’s ready to leave, his gaze not wavering from Christoph.

"Now I'm thinking about what it would've been like if I'd been a female rider," Mathieu says, letting Christoph stew that little bit more in the awkwardness, in his regret over broaching the subject. "Maybe if you could’ve knocked me up you would’ve hesitated a bit more the first time I didn't want to get out of your car."

Christoph tenses. Mathieu bringing up those first, earliest, fumbling attempts at satisfying both of them still makes him feel guilty in a way they’ve never really spoken about. Christoph will happily analyze and quantify everything else about Mathieu, but if those rainy days on the way back from a cross competition was the right choice – no.  

"Or maybe you wouldn't have,” Mathieu muses. “Maybe you would’ve liked thinking about that. Made it a little contract clause that you could be responsible for carrying on the line once I stopped winning races.”  

"Just - stop," Christoph hisses. “Not now. We're leaving.”

"Mhm," Mathieu says. “Your place or mine?”

“Hotel,” Christoph sighs, throwing his coat over his arm as he gets up from his seat.

Mathieu zips up his hoodie and leads the way through the café, hood pulled up. Christoph follows. He would like to get at all the things inside Mathieu that are part of him and yet not really him, nature’s stroke of luck buried in his cells, genetics and potential for greatness. It's never really been the man's personality that got Christoph into bed with him. Then again, Christoph thinks that's mutual.

Throughout the contract negotiations, there was always the unsaid notion at the center of it all: Mathieu stays at Alpecin, and Christoph will continue to accept Mathieu’s invitations. It's pragmatic, in that way. Mathieu's invitations are no longer an unzipped jersey, a nervous suggestion, a cautious hand on Christoph's thigh – they are blatant, now, made sharp and direct by the years. And yet it is the same soft desires at the center. Mathieu wants to be cared for, to be useful and used by someone who doesn’t leave; he wants to be with a man. And Christoph fears that voicing those desires was something so monumental and difficult for Mathieu that he could only really do it once. He chose, so young, to tell Christoph on a rainy day. He will not seek satisfaction anywhere else – he can’t ask again. There is a part of him that he cannot look at and cannot speak aloud.

In the hotel, Christoph doesn't speak about it either. He looks at Mathieu's marvelous body and thinks again that it'd be a waste for a man like that to not carry on his line. It’s a waste for him to come to bed with Christoph, but still, there they are.

What they have is barren, but Christoph cannot abandon it yet.

[rarepairdumpster]

Rescue A/B/O AU Part 3

Part 1 | Part 2

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Alpha Silco, Omega Viktor, Severe Trauma (Mental and Physical), Whump, Recovery, can Silco deal with my abusers too

As the weeks go by, Viktor starts to feel more and more safe and secure with Master Silco, and he starts feeling an impulse to test boundaries. 

One afternoon, when Silco asks him to pass him something in the office, Viktor answers with a hesitant "Get it yourself." 

Silco pauses what he's doing. Looks up slowly. And then let's out a noise that's half laugh, half scoff.

"As pleased as I am that you feel safe enough to try to back-talk, I still want you to pass me that. It's on your side of the office, after all."

Viktor blushes, scrambles out of his chair, and retrieves what Silco wanted. But he can't help the giddy little smile that blooms on his face.

Silco pulls Viktor into his arms when he comes over. Strokes his hair and nips at his neck while Viktor giggles softly in his lap. 

"I'm proud of you," Silco finally says, burying his nose in the boy's hair and scent. "And your brace is comfortable?"

(Silco just recently had it made. Viktor isn't ready to craft his own yet)

"It functions," Viktor mutters, a little hesitant. "And it is comfortable enough. Not ideal for extended use."

"I see."

"But I'm still grateful, Master," Viktor rushes to assure. "I feel better with it than without it."

"But it could be better," Silco muses. He eyes Viktor, and thinks about how much he's seen the boy tinker over the last few weeks with small things. He knows Viktor wouldn't admit it, but Silco is sure it was Viktor who fixed the clogged tap line in the bar just a few days ago.

"If I got you materials," Silco starts, "could you adjust it to your liking?"

"You don't have to..."

"Answer the question."

"Yes, Master," Viktor answers, feeling himself blush as Silco eyes him. "I think so."

Silco smiles, expression small and pleased 

"Good." Silco presses a kiss to the bridge of his nose....to the slant of his cheekbone....to his lips. "My good boy."

Viktor shivers at the praise and the soft touches of affection. After his previous master, he never expected anyone to treat him like this ever. Tears start to roll down his cheeks and he buries his face into Silco's shoulder, not wanting him to see the sudden onslaught of emotion.

But Silco can smell the salt. Almost taste the shift in his scent. 

Silco starts soothing a hand along the curve of Viktor's back. 

But he doesnt comment on the tears; the boy needs and deserves whatever scrap of dignity he can hold onto, after his ordeal.

Instead, Silco kisses his hair and asks, "Would you like to explore the market tomorrow? I could use an excuse to take time off and I'm certain there's plenty of food stalls you haven't had a chance to try."

Viktor nods, but stays silent for a moment. He still didn't quite understand. 

"Why are you..." Viktor sighs. "Why aren't you like the other Alphas?"

"Which Alphas," Silco asks mildly, brow furrowing.

"The ones Master Finn let touch me." 

Silco is quiet for a long moment as he processes the fact that Viktor was abused by more than just Finn. It takes effort to stop his fingers from digging into the boy, to keep his hands gentle.

"Because I don't care about that kind of status," Silco answers finally. "I don't believe my anatomy entitles me to anything. Not to power, or to recognition. Not even to your body. If I want you, I need to earn it. That's what I believe."

"And do you?" Viktor asks, a little suddenly. "Want me?" 

He nervously covers the old mark on his neck from Finn. While it's faded significantly, it's not easy to hide that Finn practically took a chunk out of his skin when claiming him.

"I'm a warm-blooded man and I'm not blind." Silco chuckles, more to himself than anything. "Of course I want you. But I want something else much more."

"...And that is," Viktor asks, uncertain.

"For you to feel safe, and secure, and confident enough to make a choice about what you want. That's the goal."

"I...I just want to make you happy. Not just because you found me, or took me in." Viktor looks down, still rubbing his neck nervously. "Because you're kind and you deserve someone to be like that to you."

Silco feels a rush of warmth in his chest at the words.

Impulsively, Silco captures Viktor's chin with his fingers, and just holds him like that for a moment.

"You please me every day, Viktor."

Viktor's face twists, unsure how to cope with the praise and mutual affection.

Silco is wise enough to understand. 

He just pats his cheek and says, "It's alright to need more time. I'm not disappointed."

The next day, the two of them are perusing the food stalls, and Silco is purchasing some pastries he'd noticed Viktor kept glancing at. 

He turns to give him the lil baggie of goodies, but Viktor has disappeared from view.

And Silco feels a sharp spike of alarm as he looks around trying to spot. He just about notices the tips of familiar soft locks poking out over the top of a crate.

When Silco reaches the crate, Viktor is sitting on the ground and shaking, face pale with fear as he hugs his knees to his chest.

"Viktor!" Silco feels emotion catch in his throat. But it's not anger. He doesnt raise his voice, but speaks in an urgent whisper. "You can't just disappear on me! I was worried!"

"I'm s-sorry, Mas-ster," Viktor chokes out. He looks like he can't quite catch his breath. "I just. Needed to hide." 

"Why?" Silco sets the bag of pastries aside and crouches so he can reach for Viktor, so he can wrap his arms around him. Viktor twitches, but doesn't try to fight him off in a panic. "What happened?"

"S-saw them."

"Who, darling?" Silco asks, tucking Viktor's hair behind his ear.

"Them", Viktor almost explodes, urgent and terrified, fingers clamping around Silco's shoulder to keep him close. Like he doesn't want to be alone. "The ones who --"

Viktor cuts himself off, goes dead silent as a small group of Alphas walk nearby, one laughing in a way that's disgustingly, terrifyingly familiar to him.

Silco waits till they pass and looks at the back of their heads, addresses popping up in his head like a rolodex as he thought of how he would deal with them. 

"You're with me, now," Silco says, turning back to Viktor. "No one will ever touch you without your permission, ever again."

"Master S-Silco doesn't lie," Viktor whispers, hiccuping a little, repeating the words Silco had said to him weeks ago 

"That's right." Silco kisses his forehead, the motion ferocious and protective.

Once he managed to coax Viktor out from behind the crate, Silco gives him his bag of pastries, and then proceeds to buy him something nice from half the stalls at the market 

Hot food, Sweets, Books, Etc

Back at the Last Drop, Silco let's him take refuge in his quarters, with his new goodies, while Silco "takes care of business"

The way Viktor looks at Silco as the door closes makes Silco think Viktor knows exactly what he's about to go and take care of

Silco kills most of the group that had abused Viktor.

Except for one.

That one, he castrates, as a warning and a message to any who might lay their hands on Viktor.

Arch + Woods