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captain039 · 6 months ago

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Predator grounds (Cooper Howard)

Alpha!Cooper Howard (pre-war)x omega!reader

Warnings: AOB dynamics, vault tech things, forced heats/ruts, eventual smut, age gap, angst? Experiments, needles, drugs

Omega forcer a chemical injected in the blood stream to induce a heat

Alpha forcer a chemical injected into the blood stream to induce a rut

Swear I’ll continue Wasteland heat. Later xD

Cheery music wakes you up, the happy song much too loud for you to be waking up.

“Good morning Vault 18” a feminine calls and you groan at it. Your head pounds your body hurts and it’s overly hot. Wait. Vault?

Your eyes open staring at a cream coloured painted steel ceiling, you take a small breath like you forgot to breathe and get hit with alpha in rut. You sit up quickly ignoring the way the room spins momentarily and who you see isn’t who you expect. Cooper Howard an actor you work for is sitting on the other side of the room knees up, arms on his knees and his head down. He’s wearing one of those silly vault suits.

“Mr Howard?” You call and he snaps his head up before the speaker rings.

“By now you’ve all probably woken up and wondering what is happening!” The woman’s voice is too cheery, to overly happy for whatever shit show this so. You rest your hands on your stomach feeling it clenching and unclenching.

“Let me formally welcome you to vault 18, our most successfully built breeding station!” Her words make you freeze, breeding station?

“You’ve all been injected with the respective alpha and omega forcers! You’ve been asleep for 200 years! and now it’s time to repopulate the earth!” She laughs happily like a giggly child while your face goes blank as does your mind.

Frozen? For 200 years? Omega and alpha forcers?

“Wait-“ you mutter glancing to Mr Howard who hasn’t moved from his position.

Your mind reels back, back to when you were walking home one late evening and you got a call from vault tech before someone knocked you out. You’ve been out for 200 years?!

You were leaving set later than usual, Mr Howard had stayed behind to and you chatted a bit while you finished paper work and what not. It’d been nice having the older alpha around his scent was a calming mix of honey whiskey and those alpha undertones. You’d always had a crush on him, his cheeky smiles and winks but you think he saw you more as a daughter than anything, a role model to his real child Janey from a previous marriage. Maybe he just enjoyed a woman’s company. And now he was currently sitting in the same vault room with you induced in a rut and you in heat.

“Breakfast is coming soon! Enjoy!” The woman’s cuts off and the soft music resumes. You glance to the alpha hells his scent is everything intoxicating and inviting at once. You’re also in a vault suit, blue and yellow, zipped up. The windows have been covered by curtains. You hesitate but slowly stand and move them back slightly. You suck in a breath seeing across the vault hallway another room, curtains not drawn and a couple on the kitchen counter, her face down with him behind. You close the curtains quickly cheeks a flame.

“I figured you wouldn’t want to see that, so I closed them” Coopers voice reaches your ears, he sounds tired and a little rougher than normal.

“Mr Howard-“ you say but don’t know how to finish.

“I won’t touch you” he says and it sounds strained almost making you gulp. The thought makes you sadden that he wouldn’t touch you, you knew he was a man of his word, but it didn’t hurt any less.

“This’ll be over in a week, that’s how long my heats last so, um, maybe I’ll just sleep in the tub?” You try to rationalise, you glance around at the kitchen, dining table and lounge all set up neatly. You remember seeing these types of rooms in vault 4 when Cooper Howard was doing a shoot in there.

“You’re not going to sleep on the tub” he gives you a stern look his voice annoyed before his face softens.

“Sorry sweetheart, we’ve been asleep for 200 years and then thrown into this�� the pet name makes you tense, he always had pet names for you.

“It’s ok, I understand, I don’t understand this, but I understand your feelings” you babble out and curse yourself silently before a noise makes you jolt.

“Breakfast!” A man says as he slides a tray through the food hole in the door. You go over first when Cooper gestures to it and take the plate.

“You’ve got snacks already stored up in the cupboards and fridge, but you’ll get three fresh meals a day brought to you!” He says it so happily like he isn’t affected by the pheromones flying everywhere. Cooper takes his tray once you retreat to the other side of the room.

You eat and place the tray by the kitchen sink before retreating to the opposite end of them room. It’s hard to sit still, luckily you’re sort of hiding behind the double bed, two pillows under you. You squirm and try to press your thighs together, it’s hard to focus on not crawling across the room and forcing him to do something. You’d hate yourself if you did that, he’d hate you too and the last thing you want is for him to hate you. You wondered if you were lucky to get placed with someone you knew, someone gentlemanly, kind and compassionate, not like the couple across from you. Thankfully these Vaults are sound proof, you remember Cooper saying that in an advertisement. You sneak a peak at the alpha who stares at his plate, gosh he’s probably missing his little Janey and probably his wife even if they’re separated. He shouldn’t be here stuck in a room both induced with forcers. You glance around the room, a normal vault room set up, maybe there’s some paper and pens you could huddle into your corner to doodle on. What you really want is a shower and he is on the side of the shower near the door. You glance between him and the bathroom a few times wondering if you could just run in, slam the door shut and bathe.

“Mr Howard?” You speak up and his eyes snap to yours like you startled him again.

“Sorry, I uh I’d like to shower?” You say and he frowns probably wondering why you’re asking him.

“Oh, yeah of course” he realises your dilemma and stands to move. He shuffles out the way and you practically run into the bathroom and slam the door shut before sagging and sighing. You glance down at the door realising there is no handle, it’s just a swinging piece of metal on hinges. You back away from the door and it slowly moves open making you curse it. You press it close so it hits the frame but it just keeps opening. You gather some towels to force the door to stay shut and sigh turning the fan on and the water on. You tug off your suit, white singlet and underwear before glancing hesitantly at the mirror. You take a small breath and look. You haven’t changed, not a bit, nothings different, you’re not older, withered, hell you probably look healthier. You glance at your body seeing the same no changes before you step into the shower. You sigh in contentment as soon as the warm spray hits you, you hum and close your eyes this is, quite literally the first shower you’ve had in two hundred years. There’s only unscented shampoo, conditioner and soap, making you miss the fancy soaps you had bought before all this. There’s a toothbrush and toothpaste in the cabinet under the sink after you shower. You brush your teeth while you dry off before grabbing a towel to dry yourself off properly. You curse yourself inwardly, you forgot a new pair of clothes. You gulp, move the towels and turn the fav off before peering out the door.

“Mr Howard?” You call.

“I um, I forgot clothes, could you grab me some? Please?” You press your head against the wall hearing him shuffle, open a drawer and close it before his footsteps come over. You back up from the door forgetting it doesn’t stay closed. Cooper lays the clothes down in front of the door avoiding looking at you and walks away. You let go of the breath you were holding and snag the clothes up and force the towels to hold the door again, this was going to be torture.

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lovespotion9 · 1 year ago

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Guilty Pleasure

pairing: Wanda Maximoff x little!reader

word count: 4.7k

a/n: Please do not hesitate to let me know of any warnings I might've missed! Otherwise, I hope you enjoy <3

Wanda's brought you to work with her, and you're so excited. You get to watch your mommy work! She's sat you down at the nearest vacant desk and you're quietly watching her have a serious big-people meeting with the rest of her co-workers, the Mighty Avengers.

"How is my little girl? " Wanda asks, glancing at you and making sure you're all right. You nod at her and try to be good.

"'m okay!," you squeak quietly, shooting her a subtle thumbs up and a shy smile. She laughs at your attempt at maturity and kisses your head, ruffling your hair a little. "Just behave yourself and you can have ice cream when we're finished here, okay?" she says sweetly. "Be a good girl for mommy." You beam at her and nod your head excitedly. "Yes ma'am!," you say with a cheeky grin.

You spend the next while quietly watching the adults talk, eating some candy mommy gave you as a reward for your good behavior. You try to stay out of everyone's way, but your little self has a mind of its own, and it's super interested in what's going on around you.

You get bored after a while, and start to poke around on the computer with some headphones. You've never really been all that good at technology, but you try to use the computer anyways. You click on some random icons until you stumble upon a folder of pictures and videos that have Wanda's name beneath them.

You click on the folder, but a password is required.

You panic. You can't go back to mommy now-- she's still busy talking, and you know better than to bother her when she's having important grown-up conversations.

You try your birthday typed about 3 different ways before the computer accepts your password and lets you into its secret files. You quickly put in the next attempt before the computer can lock you out again.

You're excited now that you have the password, but the folder only has one file in it-- a video.

You click it and it takes you to a website you're not familiar with. A big 'play' button blocks out the majority of the preview, but from what you can see- it's a video of another Mommy and her little sitting on a bed. They're talking quietly, but you can't really hear the words, just their voices. You scroll up and down the video a few times, trying to figure out how the video starts. The Mommy is holding something and you think maybe she has some sort of toy in her hand?

You don't know how to get the video to start, so you just decide to go for it and press the button. The video starts on an angle where you can't see the little's face, but you can see the Mommy.

"Hello, little one," says a sweet voice from behind the camera, "I bet you're excited to make a video with me?" There's a moment of silence, and then the Mommy continues. "Of course you are," she says. She's not speaking loudly, but her voice is soft and sweet, like someone talking to a baby. "You want to make mommy happy, don't you?"

The little nods eagerly. They look a lot like you... around the same age, same hair color, and y/e/c eyes-- but you've never seen the woman holding the toy before. She looks a bit older and taller than your Mommy and she has long dark brown hair and blue eyes.

Suddenly the little is being told to lie down and spread her legs and you notice that they're not wearing a diaper or any panties! Your eyes nervously search the room for Wanda, only to find her engrossed in conversation with the others, her back turned to you and the computer you sit at.

The video starts.

The camera pans to the little, who looks incredibly embarrassed. She's trying to hide her body, her hands clasped over her breasts and between her legs as if she's scared to show her special parts to the camera.

"Oh no, little one," says the Mommy, "you know you have to be good if you want mommy's special toy. You want to make mommy happy, don't you?" The Mommy runs her hand through the little's hair as if to comfort her. "I want you to be a good girl. Can you do that for me, little one?"

The little nods, but she looks nervous.

"Here," says the Mommy, handing the little a paci and some medicine, "you can suck on your paci and have some medicine so you feel better while mommy makes you feel good."

The little hesitates a moment before popping the pacifier in their mouth and swallowing the medicine. "Good girl," says the Mommy, kissing the little's forehead and rubbing her tummy. To your surprise, her hand slowly wanders below the little's waistline, prodding at the wet slit between their legs.

"You're such a good girl for mommy," says the Mommy, "now open up and show me that pretty little cunt."

The little does as she's told, parting her legs and revealing her wet lips and clit to the camera. They're not completely shaved-- she's got a bit of hair, but you've never seen anything like it before. She spreads herself open and the Mommy watches as the little's cunt twitches and gapes, the soft flesh glistening with wetness.

"Look at you, you're such a fucking slut aren't you?" says the Mommy as she starts to slowly finger the little. They moan and their body flinches at the contact.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the dirty scene unfold. Why would Wanda have something like this on her computer? The mommy was being so nasty to the little... did Wanda want to say mean things like that to you? She had only ever been gentle and sweet with you-- even during punishment, she never dared to insult you like the woman in the video does.

"Look at how wet you are," says the Mommy. She pulls her fingers out and spreads the wetness over the little's lips, smearing the slickness into the hair and making it messy.

You check for Wanda again, heart beat slowing a little once you see she's yet to move from her chair at the conference table. You feel a warm sensation beginning to brew in your tummy as you continue to watch the video, trying to listen to what the Mommy and the little are saying as she fingers them.

"Are you going to cum for me?" asks the Mommy. "Show Mommy how wet you are, slut." She speeds up the motions of her fingers and the little's body jolts, their hips starting to twitch as they cum. Her mouth is still wrapped around her paci, so all that escapes her mouth is a muffled high-pitched moan.

There's suddenly a growing heat between your legs that you can't seem to ignore. You squirm a bit in your seat, readjusting your legs to try and alleviate the feeling. You can't help but touch yourself a little while you watch the video-- slipping a tiny hand into your diaper to feel your wet slit. You think about the little and how much fun they're having with the Mommy as you start to play with yourself, your eyes fixed on the screen in front of you.

Your body begins to twitch and your breathing hitches as you feel yourself getting close. It feels so good that you forget where you are, your dumb little brain not thinking to check for Wanda's distraction from what you were doing.

You nearly jump out of your skin when you feel a set of firm, warm hands taking a grip of your shoulders from behind.

"You've wet yourself," she says in that same scary tone. You don't answer-- you can't answer. Your mouth hangs open and you're frozen in fear. She reaches for your hand, gently holding it in her own. "It's okay, sweetheart," she says sweetly, "I think that diaper deserves a little change, don't you?" She turns to the group. "Pardon us, everyone," she says politely as she starts to lead you away, "I need to take my little one to the changing table."

Your eyes are wide with panic as she leads you toward the door. Your brain can't seem to understand what's happening and all you can do is silently follow your Mommy into the changing room.

Once the door shuts behind you, you freeze, unsure what to do or say.

"Go ahead and lay down on the table for Mommy," she says, starting to remove your clothes. You hesitate at first, but do what she says, laying your little body on the cold table, feeling a bit silly as you lay on your back with your legs splayed open in the cold air of the public restroom.

"Silly little girl, getting into Mommy's things" Wanda coos as she removes the blue diaper from your bottom, tossing it aside as she gasps at the scene between your legs.

Your face burns in embarrassment as your Mommy looks at you, examining the way your folds glisten and your slit drips wetness.

Wanda gasps and dramatically draws her painted fingers to her chest in shock. "Mommy's going to have to give you a spanking," she says, smirking, "Did my little girl like what she saw on Mommy's computer? Hm?"

"I'm sorry," you whisper, shamefully looking away from her.

"Oh, silly little girl. It's much too late for all of that." She spreads your legs further apart and leans down, her hot breath sending a chill down your spine. "Do you think you're big enough for Mommy's mouth?"

Your mouth goes dry as you stare at her. You want to answer, you want to tell her that you really don't know, but you can't find your voice.

"Why don't we find out?" she asks, grinning as she leans forward and takes you into her mouth. You gasp, shocked at the sensation of her tongue swirling around your clit, the heat of her mouth. She sucks gently and your eyes flutter shut, moaning quietly.

"You taste so sweet," she says, taking her mouth from you, "such a good girl." She leans in again, the wet heat of her tongue sending you into a daze. Her fingers reach down, rubbing gently at your folds, dipping them in just a bit. You shiver and let out a little whimper, feeling your thighs start to shake.

"Is Mommy gonna make her little girl cum?" Wanda asks innocently, the sound of her voice causing your heart to jump.

"Mhm," you moan, "Yes, Mommy," you moan. She hums and the vibrations cause a jolt of pleasure to go through you. Her fingers press deeper and you can't help but let out a desperate little mewl.

"That's too bad," she says, pulling away, "Mommy's gonna stop, I'm afraid." She stands and moves to look at the door. "I think that's enough fun and games for the night," she says, looking back at you with a grin, "let's get you home, malyshka."

"What? Mommy, no!" you whine, your face red at your outburst.

Her hand comes down on your cheek and your cry out. "No?" she asks, her eyes narrowing, "What has gotten into you, little one?" She chuckles as she starts toward the door, snapping at you to follow.

You sigh, pushing yourself up, getting off the table and following after her. You're not sure what's going on, but you don't think you like it.

***

You frown as Wanda unlocks the front door to the house, and you hesitate for a moment, wondering what you should do.

"Go ahead and head upstairs, malyshka," she says, pulling the door open and stepping inside.

"Yes, Mommy," you say, doing as she says, though you don't take to the stairs right away. You wait, leaning against the wall in the hallway for a moment instead.

You're not sure what's going to happen, but you can't shake the feeling that you're in serious trouble. You hear the front door slam shut and you flinch.

–<_>–

"I'm s-sorry!" you cry as Wanda’s hand comes down on your ass yet again. "I didn't mean to!"

"Aw, but malyshka, you don't look sorry." She frowns, "At least your pathetic little pussy doesn't..." She says, running her delicate fingers through your folds and collecting the sticky slick that coats them.

"Mommy," you whine, trying to cover yourself and stop her from touching you down there. You're too scared to talk back to her, not wanting to be punished any further.

"Such a filthy little girl," she scolds, "look how wet you are for Mommy." She holds up her fingers, collecting your wetness on the tips of them before bringing her hand back between your legs, rubbing your clit in small circles slowly as you moan helplesslyy into the sheets.

She sits between your legs and continues to touch you from behind, dipping two fingers into your waiting hole as her other hand continues to spank you. "Oh, baby, you’re dripping." she says sweetly as she strokes your clit, her fingers running in soft circles.

You sob into the pillows before you as Wanda has her way with you, legs trembling as your mind subconsciously wanders back to the video you had seen earlier. You're so confused by your feelings.

Your body starts to react as you approach your peak, your legs start to spread wider, your hips bucking off the mattress to chase her fingers. Your breath is coming out in ragged moans and whines, your brain completely distracted by the sensation between your legs.

"You gonna cum for Mommy? Hm?" Wanda asks as she rubs her fingers harder against your clit. You nod quickly, biting down on your lip to keep yourself quiet.

"Yeah?" she says sweetly as she speeds up the motion of her fingers.

You nod again, head much too fuzzy to realize that she's slowly inching her fingers away from your cunt until it's too late.

You begin to whine and buck your hips as your orgasm is no longer within reach. "M-mommy!" You cry. She looks up from between your legs and flashes you a devious smile as she brings her wet fingers to her lips and sucks your juices off of them.

"Please," you whine.

"Good girl," she says as she starts to rub again, causing you to gasp and squirm, still feeling on edge after she denied you your orgasm.

"Now get up." She says flatly, removing her hand from your cunt and stepping away from you. Her warm smile has disappeared and her Sokovian accent comes through much rougher than before.

Wanda's accent only comes out like that when she's really upset with you-- it's a bit scary to hear, but you can’t deny the fact that it makes your little brain feel all warm and gooey inside.

You do as she says, pushing yourself off the bed and sitting up. You see her holding the pink pacifier-- the one she likes to use during punishment, and your eyes go wide with fear.

"Put your hands behind your back and come here," she says, walking towards you.

"Please, Mommy," you say, standing up and doing as she says, putting your hands behind your back and letting her grab you and secure the restraints on.

"Dirty little girl," She mumbles as she turns you around so that you're facing her.

"Kneel."

You do as she says, lowering yourself to the ground in front of her. Your heart is pounding in your chest.

"Did Mommy's little baby like the videos she found?" she asks, grabbing a fistful of your hair and tugging your head back roughly.

"N-no," you say, trying to look down at the floor, not wanting to see the anger on her face.

"No?" she says, "Then why did my little baby get all wet and sticky from watching? Hm?" She lifts your chin with her hand and you look into her eyes. Her face is blank, but her eyes are livid.

"I don't know," you say, not really sure of what else you can say.

"What a naughty, naughty baby," she says, grabbing your face and leaning down so that she's level with you. "You didn't like watching the mommy finger her little?" she asks, raising her eyebrows.

"N-no, I didn't," you say, shaking your head.

"Really? You didn't like when she called them a little slut? Didn't like when she pulled their hair and spit in their mouth, like this?" She does this all while you're staring into her dark green eyes. Your mind is reeling.

"Didn't like when she made her little use their mouth on her, like this?" she asks, grabbing the back of your head and forcing your face into her crotch.

Your nose is stuffed with the thick smell of her cunt as she grinds herself against you, moaning as she does.

"That's right," Wanda groans as she rubs her clit against your face.

You can feel your face flush with warmth as she continues to grind against you, breathing in the thick musk of her cunt, letting her juices soak the bottom half of your face. You attach your lips to her clit and start to suck, causing Wanda to let out a high-pitched moan.

"Just like that, baby," she says as she thrusts her hips into you.

You start to move your mouth to suckle on her cunt, running your tongue in broad strokes to get her wet enough to open for you.

Wanda doesn't let up on the grip she has on your hair, using it to pull you where she wants you to go. Her other hand grabs a fistful of your hair at the nape of your neck, and she starts to guide you.

She pulls your mouth away from her cunt and holds your face still as she moves to sit on the edge of the bed, pushing you to kneel between her legs. She then spreads them again and motions for you to continue before shoving your face back into her cunt. .

"Lick it up, baby," she moans as her hips buck against your mouth. "Dirty slut," she says, pulling your hair.

You start to eat her out like she wants, licking up the juices that run down her thighs. She then grabs your hands and forces them into her cunt, letting out a throaty groan as she does.

You start to finger her, moaning as you do so.

"Yeah, just like that, baby," she says. "Don't you dare stop."

You start to tongue her clit, circling it slowly before sucking on it. Her breathing gets faster and you can feel her start to tense up. You can tell she's close.

"Good girl," she coos, grabbing your face with her hands and holding it against her cunt.

She comes with a deep groan and starts to grind against your mouth as she rides it out. She lets you go when she's finished, and you lick your lips, tasting her as you do.

She looks down at you, mouth held slightly agape as she tries to catch her breath. Then her hands are on you again, shoving you backward and slapping you across the face.

"Lozhis' na krovat', suka" (get on the bed, Bitch) she snarls, holding your chin in her iron grip. You blink several times as the sharp pain on your cheek turns to a dull stinging sensation, but you find your way to the edge of the bed just as she had instructed, nonetheless.

"Did my little baby like that?" she asks, forcing you to look her in the eye as she shakes you by the chin.

You stare at her in disbelief and her lips curl into a snarl as she slaps you across the face again, this time much harder. Your head is spinning, tears filling your eyes as you blink rapidly.

"Answer me," she barks, "did my little baby like that?"

"N-no, I didn't, Mommy," you whimper. She slaps you again.

"No? What's this, then?" she asks, kicking your legs open once again and motioning to the growing slick between your legs.

"You know what I think?" she says, leaning down so that her nose is touching yours. "I think you're a fucking liar" She wipes the slick from your inner thighs onto her fingers before she places them against your lips. "Suck," she demands, forcing them past your lips.

You take her fingers in your mouth and suck the thick juices off of them, hollowing out your cheeks as you do.

She pulls them out and spits on your cunt before pushing your legs further apart and spanking your mound harshly. You cry out and bite your lip as you try to stifle any more sound from coming out of you.

"Did I tell you to be quiet?" she asks as she grabs your jaw, pulling it towards her and kissing you roughly before slapping your cheek again.

You let out another sharp cry, sobbing as she grabs you by the hair and yanks your head back.

"No, you didn't, Mommy," you whisper. She releases her grip on you.

She's silent for a minute, seemingly scanning the room for a way to break you before those green eyes of hers light up with an idea. She reaches towards the nightstand and grabs the little bottle of lube that's usually reserved for her toys.

"Since you don't know what you want," she says as she pours a large amount of the lubricant into her hand, rubbing it between her fingers, "then I will show you."

"No," you cry as she approaches you.

"Quiet."

You start to thrash against your restraints as she rubs her lubed fingers against your entrance.

"Please!" You cry, looking up at her.

She spanks you again.

"If you keep it up, I'll gag you and have my way with you anyway, you little whore."

She presses her fingers into your entrance and starts to work you open, spreading your pussy with her long fingers as she does. She lets out a throaty moan as she feels you start to get wetter from her fingers.

"See, baby," she says as she continues to stretch you open. "You want this. You love it when Mommy fucks you with her fingers."

"No," you sob.

"No, no, no." She shakes her head before withdrawing her dripping fingers from your cunt. "Looks like somebody's learned a new word today, huh?"

You shut your eyes as tears run down your cheeks, the sound of Wanda fumbling in her special closet echoing throughout the room.

She pulls the toys she's selected out of the box, examining each one to make sure she has all she needs. You try to close your legs and kick her away, but she's already inching the newly secured strap-on closer and closer to the throbbing space between your legs.

"Come on, baby," she coos as she grabs your hips and forces you back to the edge of the bed. "Mommy's gonna make you feel real good."

She presses the tip of the dildo against your entrance and starts to rub it back and forth, letting it glide against your soaked cunt. You try to wiggle away from her, but she grabs your hips with both hands and slaps her dildo against your mound.

You can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter as she starts to rub herself against you, coating her strap-on in your juices.

"Just like that," she purrs as she leans forward, pulling your arms behind your back again and taking your wrists into her hands. You stare up at her as she guides your hands together, placing a piece of rope around your wrists and securing it to your restraints.

She then sits back and admires her work, bringing her hand down to run her fingers across your nipples. She looks down at you and smirks. "Now, Mommy's gonna make you cum." She starts to rub the dildo against your slit before starting to push into you. "And you're gonna stay nice and quiet, okay?"

"Mhm!" You whine as she inches the fake cock into you, letting out a sharp cry as she does.

"Quiet, baby." She says, slapping your thigh. She then starts to thrust the dildo into you, slowly at first, before increasing her pace. She moves the strap-on in and out of you, pushing it in until her hips are flush with yours before pulling out slowly again.

You moan quietly into her ear as she fucks you. The sound of the bed creaking in unison with the sound of her hips hitting your thighs is so lewd that you can feel your cunt start to throb, desperate for more friction.

"You like this malyshka? Hm?" She whispers in your ear, "You like when Mommy fucks her little girl like the slut she is?"

You nod and she pulls her hips back, thrusting into you again.

"Say it, baby."

"I like it," you say, trying not to cry out as she begins to fuck you faster, harder.

"That's right," she coos as she kisses your cheek, her fingers rubbing against your clit as she does so.

The sound of the fake cock slamming into you echoes throughout the room and your juices start to drip down your thighs.

"Just a filithy little cockwhore who wants to be fucked senseless, isn't that right, malyshka?" She spits in your face and grabs a fistful of your hair as you cry out.

"M-mhm," you stutter. "I can't think right, Mommy," you whine. "Please, let me cum," you beg as her hand returns to your clit, rubbing small circles around it.

"Aw, that's alright, detka. Dumb little sluts like you don't have to think. That's why you have Mommy, hm?" She pants, keeping the same grueling pace with the strap-on.

"Please," you cry.

"Tell Mommy what you want, slut."

"I wanna cum," you moan, the tears in your eyes threatening to spill out as your orgasm builds in the pit of your stomach.

"Aw, my love, you know only good little girls get to cum." She slaps your cheek, making you cry out. "Are you a good little girl?"

"I-I am!"

"Do good little girls lie to their mommies?" she asks as she continues to rub your clit.

"N-no."

"Then tell me what a good little girl would say, right now." She spanks your thigh.

"I- I liked the video, Mommy" you start, gasping for air as Wanda continues to fuck you.

"Keep going."

"I loved it."

"Keep going, baby," she says, increasing her speed with the dildo.

"I love it when you're mean to me. I want you to call me dirty names." you sob, cheeks burning in embarrassment and shame, the sounds of your juices squelching around Wanda's cock filling the room.

"You're such a good little whore," she moans into your ear, pushing the dildo in as deep as it can go, grinding her hips against you.

"Oh, no, Mommy, I'm gonna--" you cut yourself off with a moan,

"Shhh, me too, malyshka. Cum with Mommy" She groans.

Your head is spinning as Wanda's fingers work your clit and her hips slam into you, you can feel every inch of her cock as it stretches your cunt, filling you to the brim with her length.

"I love you, Mommy," you gasp as your orgasm builds.

"I love you too, baby," she whispers into your ear.

"Mommy--" you cut yourself off with a loud groan, the warm, tingling feeling of your orgasm crashing over you, and you can hear Wanda's voice in the distance as she groans and grinds against you.

She thrusts into you several more times, riding out her orgasm as well.

After a moment, she pulls out and turns you over, removing your restraints. You lie on the bed, unable to move.

"There, there," she says as she lays next to you and pets your hair.

You turn your head towards her and smile. She kisses you on the lips and pets your cheek.

"Let's get you all cleaned up, princess" she smiles, sitting up. "Then maybe we'll watch some more videos, hm?"

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guilty-pleasures21 · 15 days ago

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The heretic princess

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Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex (male x female).

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Your heart beats rapidly in your chest and you swallow down your nerves as his hands move to the straps of your dress. You let him slide them down your shoulders, your chest, all the way down to your waist and your core heats up at the hungry look in his eyes.

“Wow,” he breathed, taking in the beautiful curves of your breasts. He brushed his thumbs gently across your nipples and you sucked in a breath as they hardened at his touch. His hands drifted back down to your waist and he scrunched your dress in his hands before pulling it up over your head.

You clasp your hands together and lower your gaze shyly as a warm flush creeps over your entire body. But Miguel takes your wrists and gently pulls your arms apart, exposing you to him fully. You glance up at him and gasp when he slides his hands around your waist and pulls you back to him. He smiles at your reaction and lowers his lips back to yours, kissing you softly as his hands wander down your body. He curls his fingers around your behind and your entire body brushes up against his as you stretch onto your toes in response.

“Sit down.” He pushed your hips back slightly and you obediently sank down onto the edge of his mattress. Gods, you were adorable.

You reach up to undo the knot around his waist, your stomach flipping wildly as you recall the lessons Aaliyah had given you. She’d joined the temple a while before you and though she was only a few years older than you, she had already experienced so much more of the world than you had. Which was why Iset had asked her to instruct you on exactly how to take care of the young king once he invited you into his bed. But then Miguel put his hand on top of yours, stopping you before you could expose him to you. You look up at him in question and your heart speeds up at the look he gives you.

“Not yet, princess.” He shakes his head and takes a small step away from you. “I want to touch you first. Lie back.”

You do as he says and shuffle up the bed, laying back in anticipation of his touch. Miguel licks his lips as he undoes his robes himself, his eyes swallowing your body whole. He tosses the cloth aside and you gulp nervously at the sight of his thick length, already hard for you. Then suddenly, you laugh. Miguel raises an eyebrow as he crawls over you, his tanned skin glowing so beautifully under the oil lamps, and your body tingles with excitement at the sight of his smirk.

“What?” he asked, settling himself comfortably over you. You slid your hands up his chest and around his neck and his core tightened at the feeling of your hands on his bare skin.

“Nothing, I just … This feels so naughty.” You whispered the last part with a cheeky smile and he felt his heart melt at how adorable you looked beneath him. He propped himself up on one elbow and reached out with his other hand to brush your hair behind your ear.

“It feels right to me,” he murmurs, his voice low and relaxed. You feel your centre start heating up at the truth of his words, then your eyes widen as a sudden thought strikes you.

“Miguel …” you stammer, trying to maintain an unbothered composure: it wouldn't do good to make yourself seem like the jealous type. He was king now, after all, he couldn't be expected to rely on just one woman to carry his children. “Have you … Have you ever done it before?”

You see the way his Adam's apple bobs at your question and your pulse quickens with nerves as his eyes drift away from yours.

“I don't mind!” you added quickly, not even noticing that his gaze had fallen to the slender column of your neck. “I just don't want to-”

“No,” he replied, his eyes continuing to make their way down your body. You were so soft beneath him and his mouth was starting to water at the way you were pressed up against him like a little pillow.

“W-What?” you stutter, taken aback by his response. Miguel lifts his gaze back to yours and you feel something leak out of you at the smug smirk on his face.

“Why do you look so surprised, princess?” he asks, running his fingers through your hair again. You turn your gaze away from his, embarrassed by your assumption.

“No, I … I just …” You trail off as a delighted smile overtakes your features and Miguel snickers softly at your reaction.

“Now you look pleased,” he comments, turning your face gently back towards his. You bite your lip, trying to stifle your grin, but it’s no use.

“Well, I … I knew it was unreasonable to expect, but … I had secretly hoped we would be each other’s firsts,” you admitted softly, causing his lips to stretch wide in a smile. You raised your eyebrows, puzzled by his response. “Now you’re the one who looks pleased.”

He chuckled at your comment, then ran his hand down to your breast, his fingers brushing softly against your bare skin. He’d definitely wanted to be your first. Your first, your last and everything in between. He wouldn’t let any other man ever touch you, no one but him.

You gasp when he squeezes you gently, then shiver at the groan that rumbles out of his chest at the feeling of your hips pressing up against his. He bends over to pepper the side of your neck with open-mouthed kisses and you trail your nails down his back, admiring the feeling of his taut muscles flexing under your touch. Miguel moves his mouth lower, his lips and tongue making their way down your collarbone, then he pulls your nipple into his mouth.

He let out a low groan as you arched your back, your stiff peak so delicious against his tongue. Gods, you were perfect. He moved his hand to your other breast and gently kneaded your plush flesh while his tongue continued its languid movements around your nipple. He could feel himself swelling up at the sound of your desperate gasps and whines as you wriggled beneath him. Finally, he sat back, unable to take it any longer, then reached down to start pushing himself inside of you.

You bite down on a yelp as he enters you, trying to mask your discomfort at the feeling: you needed him to release his seed inside of you. That way, as Iset had reminded you time and time again, no one would be able to stop you from being married. You clench your fists, trying to focus on your breathing as Miguel continues to force his large bulk into you. Then eventually, you realise that he’s stopped.

“Kitty?” he asks softly. You open your eyes to find him hovering over you, a concerned look on his face. “What’s wrong?”

You force your lips into a smile and rub his shoulders soothingly. “Why did you stop, my love?”

His stomach flipped at the word and he felt himself start leaking at the feeling of having your wet core wrapped around him as you’d said it. But he forced himself to sit back and his lips pursed with nerves as he looked down at you. “You … did not seem to be enjoying it.”

Your heart thudded in your chest with fear. Was he upset with you? Would he change his mind and decide that he didn’t want you after all? You swallow the disheartening thoughts down, keeping the smile plastered on your features.

“I am!” you reassure him enthusiastically. “I just … I am not quite used to it just yet. Keep going! I’ll be fine.”

You ran your fingers through his hair, trying to distract him, but he didn’t miss the hint of discomfort that escaped your otherwise delighted expression. The women had mentioned that his lover might struggle at first to hold him - especially if they had never been with another man before - but they’d reassured him that it would quickly pass. In fact, they had been more focused on his pleasure than anything else. But he didn’t want to be the only one enjoying it; he wanted you to enjoy it too. He wanted to see your features overcome with lust as the two of you joined together so intimately. He did not want it to hurt you. He studied your features again, your expression relaxing as you slowly got used to the feeling of holding him inside of you.

“I’ll go slower,” he decides finally, his tone still slightly unconvinced as he leans over you again. “Tell me if it hurts.”

You nod quickly and wrap your arms around his torso, bracing yourself for the next impact. But true to his word, Miguel went slow, carefully pulling himself out of you before gently sliding back in. You bite your lip as your body starts heating up, and your hips start moving against his, delighting in the feeling of his tip pressing against your insides. Miguel increases his pace a little, the muscles in his arms tensing as he holds himself back from going too fast, and your brain soon turns numb with arousal.

He pulled back slightly, wanting to take note of your features and see if you were trying to hide your pain again. But the look on your face was exactly as he’d imagined so many times: blissful, unfocused, completely overcome by desire. He grinned and lowered his forehead to yours, bringing your mouths just centimetres apart. Your breath grazed his lips as he pumped himself harder into you and his every nerve lit up with excitement. Then, just when he thought he’d reached the peak of his pleasure, you shuddered, your core squeezing him so desperately that all semblance of thought flew out of his mind. He gasped as he released his seed inside of you, then groaned when you dragged your nails down his back in response. He settled himself on top of you, resting his head in the crook of your neck, and the two of you lay quietly in each other’s arms, the only sounds the panting of your breaths.

“I tried to bring you back, you know.” Miguel’s sudden confession breaks the silence and you hold your breath as you wait for him to continue.

He shifts your positions so you’re lying side-by-side instead, your bodies intertwined together on his bed. Then he continues.

“Kai and I visited the temple numerous times,” he admits softly, a look of sorrow overcoming his features as he thinks about your time apart. Then his expression rearranges into one of anger. “But the High Priestess would always turn us away. She’d make up some excuse that you were busy studying or performing some sort of ritual or some other such nonsense.”

He pulls you tighter against him and this time, his lips stretch into a smug smile. “But now I am king. And she can refuse me no longer.”

You snicker softly at how pleased he seems with himself, then you reach up to run your fingers through his hair. “You will be a good king, duckie. Smart and firm and protective of your people.”

“And you will be the perfect queen, kitty,” he added quickly, wanting to remind you of the promise you’d made to him. “Kind and sweet and merciful. I won’t marry anyone but you, kitty. You will be the only wife I will take.”

Your heart threatens to burst out of your chest at his words, but you calm it down, not wanting to let yourself get too excited.

“You do not … have to make such a promise to me, Miguel,” you stammer out, hearing yourself how unconvincing you sound. “I understand … that-”

“There is nothing to understand, kitty,” Miguel reassures you, his hand gliding up and down your side. “This is something I decided a while ago. I will not … No, I refuse … to put such … to put you through such pain. I will not have my precious little kitten lying alone in our bed at night thinking about what I am doing with some other woman on the other side of the palace.”

You could feel his fury growing with every word that came out of his mouth and though it pleased you to hear his earnestness, you did not want to spend this moment alone together with him losing his temper.

“I'll hold you to it, duckie,” you warn him, twisting your fingers into the sofa strands of his hair. He takes your hand in his and brings it to his mouth to place a kiss on your fingers.

“I love you, Y/N,” he tells you, eyes wide with sincerity. “I-”

A steady knock sounded on the outer doors, interrupting him before he could continue. Miguel frowned and waited until the doors had opened and shut again before he called out to their intruder. “What?!”

“My deepest apologies, Your Majesty,” the slightly shaky voice sounded from just outside the bedroom. “Your father has requested you return to the Great Hall. And he demanded you bring the princess back as well.”

There was a knowing tone in his voice, letting both you and Miguel know that his father had guessed exactly what you'd gotten up to when you'd left the Great Hall. You curled up against Miguel, blushing from head to toe, but you couldn't hide your thrilled smile at the hint of amusement in the message: the old king approved of your union. You look up at Miguel and his irritation quickly fades as his eyes land on your delighted grin. He presses a kiss to your forehead and the two of you get up to start getting dressed again. You say nothing more as you follow the servant back to the Great Hall, but the two of you continue to shoot each other pleased smiles as you walk down the corridors.

“Wait, kitty.” Miguel stops you before you can turn the corner, catching your hand in his. You turn back to face him, your eyebrows raised in question, and he tugs you closer to him. “I shall announce to the court tomorrow my intention to marry you. I will have the servants prepare the rooms next to my own for you to sleep in tonight. I will not let you return to the temple, my love.”

Your breath catches in your throat the the term of endearment - and at the rooms he has selected for you; the rooms reserved for his future queen, whose private chamber connected to his own through a hidden door.

His chest warms at the wide smile you struggle to conceal. He bends over to press a quick kiss to your lips and his heart melts at the soft giggle that escapes your mouth as he pulls away.

“I love you, duckie,” you said, meeting his gaze shyly. He grinned at your declaration and turned you back to the doors, twining his fingers between yours so everyone would know of his intentions towards you. You were his now - you had always been his - and he would make sure everyone knew it.

“I believe that the Lady Dina would make a fine bride for the Prince,” the Chief Royal Advisor suggested. “She has been trained in the ways of the Royal Family since a young age and she is well-liked by the people.”

Miguel bit down his scoff, but was unable to stop himself from rolling his eyes. The men had assembled in the room sometime in the late morning, opening up their daily meeting of the current state of affairs. As it always did, however, the main focus had quickly turned to the topic of his marriage. And as he always did, the Chief Royal Advisor had immediately started trying to sell his daughter off to the young King. Miguel straightened and hastened to interrupt the old man before he could continue.

“I have decided who I shall marry,” he announced suddenly, prompting the room to fall silent as they waited for him to continue. Miguel inhaled slowly, steeling himself for their responses to what he was about to say next. “I have decided to make the Princess Y/N my bride.”

A wave of gasps swept through the room and Miguel clenched his fists, allowing the sting of his nails against his palms to wash away his nerves at any objections he might encounter. He continued quickly before anyone could speak out against his decision. “Not only has she been trained in the ways of the palace since young, but she is also the last living descendent of the preceding Royal Family. If anyone were to ever try to challenge my claim to the throne, their arguments would fall on deaf ears, for who can be more royal than the last true princess of the kingdom herself?”

He stopped to meet the gazes of each of the men around the room, daring them to argue with him. But of course, who would dare to challenge the king? Miguel slid his gaze over to the Chief Royal Advisor, thinking about his earlier words.

“And she has always been well-liked not only by our own people, but by our allies as well,” Miguel added. He twisted his head around to catch his father’s eye, seeking his agreement. “Surely, father, you remember how seriously she always took her studies? Languages and diplomacy and all the skills a queen would need to ensure the prosperity of her people?”

The King narrowed his eyes in thought, his expression unreadable. Although his son had made a number of reasonable justifications for taking the princess as his wife - and queen - he still remembered the teenage boy who’d marched into his study and demanded he bring his friend back. He decided to remain silent, however, wanting to see how his son would react to any dissent amongst his people.

His heart thudded with apprehension at his father’s silence and he turned back to the rest of his audience.

“Politically speaking, there is no better choice for Queen in all of the kingdom,” Miguel finished, cementing his point. He looked around the room, studying everyone’s expressions carefully. A wave of relief washed over him as he noticed how they seemed to be becoming more and more convinced by the idea of making you his queen. But then the Chief Royal Advisor piped up again.

“Well, the princess is still only sixteen. Surely, we can wait until she is a little older?” The older man spun around, checking to gauge the reactions of his counterparts. “Lady Dina is already eighteen - only a year younger than Your Majesty. Would it not be better for you to marry her first and then take the princess as your second wife a year or two later?”

Miguel grinded his teeth at the Advisor’s insistence. He gripped his armrests and focused on steadying his breathing, conjuring up an image of your sweet smile to calm him down. It wouldn’t help his case if he were to get upset and throw a tantrum like a child would - that would only make them more convinced that he still needed them to make decisions on his behalf. The room filled with whispers of agreement from the other members of the court and Miguel felt his body heat up with a mixture of rage and fear: he’d promised you that you would be the only wife he would take. But perhaps that was a battle best saved for another day; for now, he had another weapon in his arsenal. He cleared his throat, commanding the room’s attention once again.

“The princess … might not be able to afford to wait an entire year,” he admitted, shooting the crowd a knowing look. The air left the room as everyone sucked in a collective gasp. He’d visited your rooms again last night, once the feast had ended and you’d settled into your new accommodation. There hadn’t been much to catch up on, given all the letters the two of you had exchanged in the time you’d been gone, so it hadn’t been long before he’d removed your dress and laid you down on the bed to begin making love to you again. His body buzzed with excitement as he remembered how soft your curves had felt between his fingers, the beautiful glow that had coloured your cheeks as you’d laid beneath him and the delicious warmth of your core, holding him tightly as he’d released another wave of his seed into you. He lowered his head, trying to hide the smile that tugged on his lips, and his father took over, silencing the now clamorous crowd.

“My son has made his decision,” the King declared. “We shall make the announcement at the end of the week and begin the preparations tomorrow.”

He dismissed everyone from the room and Miguel turned to leave as well, but stopped in his tracks when his father called him back. “My son! Stop right there!"

Miguel avoided his father’s gaze as they waited for the room to clear. His father’s most valuable - and infamous - trait had always been his ability to hide his thoughts, so he couldn’t possibly guess at why he’d demanded to speak to him in private.

The King walked over to Miguel and his lips curled into an amused smirk as he placed a hand on his son’s shoulder. “I thought training to be a good king was more important than ensuring the passage of your seed?”

Miguel’s cheeks heated up with embarrassment at his father’s recitation of his own words. “Well, I … I was not … so opposed to it if … if the right opportunity presented itself.”

“Mmm,” the King agreed, glad that someone had finally managed to sneak past his son’s stoic demeanour. “So! When should I expect my first grandchild?”

Miguel shook his head as they began walking out of the room together, but if he was being honest with himself, he couldn’t wait to see you all filled up with his child, waddling around so adorably as you worked hard to grow your baby inside of you. He couldn’t wait to tell you the news.

“So?” Aaliyah asked once the two of you had finished celebrating your reunion. “How was your first time? Was it everything you imagined it would be?”

You swooned as the two of you sat on your bed, remembering being pressed up against Miguel’s naked body. “Oh, Aaliyah. It was so much better!”

Aaliyah’s eyes lit up with excitement for you and she shot up to a seat. “What happened?”

You blushed and reached for another grape before replying.

“It hurt at first, but he was so gentle, Aaliyah! He said he’d go slowly, until I was comfortable with it.” You stop to pop the grape in your mouth, leaving her in a suspense as to what happened following Miguel’s demand that you move into the rooms next to his. “And then he visited me again after the feast!”

Aaliyah grabs onto your arms as the two of you squeal together in delight, then you both freeze as a knock sounds on your door.

“Princess!” Meena exclaims, hurrying into your bedroom with wide eyes. “It is the King! He is here to see you!”

“Miguel?” you ask, surprised that he would visit you in the middle of the day. Meena nods and starts ushering Aaliyah out of the room, giving you some privacy. You rush to arrange your dress as you sit back on your pillows, getting into a position that was tempting without being overly seductive.

He grinned when his gaze landed on you, his stomach flipping over at the sight of you sitting sweetly on your bed as you waited for him. But he restrained himself from going over to you until Meena had shut the doors behind him.

“Kitty,” he breathes, his eyes wild with excitement as he sinks onto the mattress beside you. “I told the court of my intention to marry you …”

Your breath catches in your throat as he takes your hands in his and your heart thuds nervously in your chest as you wait for him to continue.

“And they approved!” he revealed, not wanting to spoil the moment by getting into the details of why, exactly, they’d approved of you so quickly. Your eyes lit up with joy and Miguel felt his heart flutter in response.

“Oh, duckie! That is wonderful news, my darling!” You rub your thumbs across the backs of his hands, trying to contain your excitement, but then he leans forward to press his lips to yours, and you soon find yourself out of breath from his passionate kisses.

“I told you, didn’t I?” Miguel murmurs, his hands beginning to wander over your body as he speaks between kisses. “I told you that I wouldn’t let anyone else take you away from me ever again, didn’t I, my darling kitten?”

You nod and wrap your arms around his neck, climbing onto his lap as your kisses start to get more heated.

“Miguel,” you giggle, pulling back when his hands start sliding beneath the hem of your dress. “Are you not busy today, my love?”

His lips stretched into a wide smile at your term of affection. He still couldn’t believe that you loved him in just the same way that he loved you. He ran his hands along the sides of your waist, then set you back down on the bed. “I have a few things I must take care of. But I will see you tonight?”

You cup his cheek in your hand and brush your thumb across his stubbled jaw, admiring the eager expression on his face. He’d already made love to you twice before you’d even gotten married and now he was asking to do it again? You’d get pregnant before your wedding celebrations had even started at this rate! “Of course, my darling. I love you, duckie.”

His chest warmed at your tender declaration. “I love you too, my little kitten.”

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pink-tea · 2 years ago

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THE SUB TXT AGENDA IS SO DRY!! i need to know about how txt with a noona partner so bad 💔

sorry for how late this ended up being! school haunts everybody at some point, but i wanted to say hello and thanks for being my first ask!! i was so excited to see this because literally all of txt would crumple at the hands of an older woman. i hope this was ok cause writing for all 5 for the first time was a little intimidating- <3

☆minors dni

☆ rating: 18+, nsfw

☆ warnings: dom! reader, sub! txt, older! reader, yeonjun: wall sex, soobin: consensual(?) slut shaming, implied thigh riding, beomgyu: riding, hair pulling, minor choking, taehyun: dry humping, hueningkai: little bit of a sexual crisis, comfort

yeonjun

ღ when it comes to having an older partner, i don't think it would be that obvious for yeonjun in the sense that he's mature enough to keep up

ღ the two of you would feel like a really put together couple, just cause even with his astounding amounts of energy, yeonjun isn't as immature as he may seem

ღ however, his partner would have the ability to reign him in a sense

ღ those times where the members tease him to the point where his brows furrow and his lips jut out into a pout, that's where you step in

ღ a small rub of your thumb on the back of his hand or on his shoulder, smiling softly before pressing a finger gently on the crease between his brows ("you'll get wrinkles")

ღ yeonjun's old enough to where he knows how to take care of himself and act like the oldest, but it's those times where he wants to feel cared for that make him adore his noona

ღ especially in the bedroom, where you have all the power over txt's oldest member

ღ pinning him to wall because he just couldn't wait for you to toss him on the bed, his whines and mewls reaching your ears as you kiss and suck at his neck

ღ in my hierarchy of who's the type to say "noona" in the bedroom, yeonjun comes in at solid number 2

ღ "noona please, i need more," he's pleading with you, gasping as you grab one of his legs to hike up on your waist, pressing him further against the cold wall of your apartment

ღ "more? my yeonjun thinks he deserves more for how hard he worked today, needs a de-stresser before he has to stay away from his noona again?" you hum, yeonjun's arms coming to wrap around your shoulders

ღ he tugs you closer to him, nodding into your shoulder as he desperately grinds his hips up into yours

ღ "i'm gonna miss you so much tomorrow, i want to be with you now," he admits softly, his words melting down any intention of being mean to him into a giant gooey puddle

ღ "yeah?" you ask, dropping yeonjun's leg in favor of sliding a hand down to palm at him through his jeans, your other grabbing at his wrists to hold over his head

ღ he likes the way you make him feel cared for in both his emotional and sexual needs, he doesn't have to always keep it together because his noona will be there to fix it for him and tell him how good of a job he did trying

ღ so now, head thrown back, with his wrists pinned above his head and tears threatening to slip cause he just wants to be inside of you soo bad, yeonjun feels the most at bliss (at your mercy)

ღ "guess i'll just have to make sure your body remembers me while you're gone," you smile, swallowing his moans with a kiss as your hand slips in underneath his pants

soobin

ღ if someone asked me to declare only one member in txt as a sub, it would be soobin

ღ if someone asked me who would use the word "noona" the most in the bedroom, it would be soobin

ღ he's so big and tall that it's just a little comical that he isn't the one taking control of your relationship, but we all know that it just fits his nature so well

ღ his dynamic with yeonjun makes me think of him being cheeky with his older partner, teasing and appealing with his cute side (cause lord knows how embarrassing it is when he purposefully tries to appeal with his sexy side)

ღ but my thing is that he probably messes up on accident, making you have to punish him while he tears up and swears to you "no no i didn't mean it!"

ღ "what? you didn't mean to give those "fuck me" eyes to everyone? are you sure? cause maybe you just like seducing older women with how easy you are," you mock, looking down at soobin from the cushioned chair he's currently sitting on

ღ he looks so guilty, his eyes are so big and watery and he just looks so panicked

ღ it's good that you know how much he loves to beg for it

ღ "noona, no, i promise, i wasn't trying to make you mad!" he cries, leaning forward in an attempt to reach you

ღ "you weren't trying to make me mad? but you still knew you were doing something wrong, didn't you?" you huff, watching the gears in soobin's head desperately try to figure out what to do

ღ you grab his chin before he can figure out what to say, putting pressure on the sides of his face as you grab him

ღ "you know i don't like being mad at you, but i didn't plan on having to deal with you telling everybody how much you'd love to spread your legs open for them," you scold him, knowing damn well that all he did was give people his natural puppy eyed look, you were just possessive

ღ but he loves it, doing his best to shake his head in your hand

ღ "nonono, i'm yours, i'd only open my legs for noona!" he insists, tears finally starting to slip down and land in your palm

ღ "is that so?" you coo, watching him nod and look up at you oh so desperately

ღ you force his legs open with yours, sneaking your thigh to press right up against his already noticeable arousal

ღ "then show noona how good you can get off with just her thigh," you smile prettily, forcing a high pitched whine from the man's throat

beomgyu

ღ acts on the age difference as much as possible

ღ constantly teasing you, playing up his childish nature to a point that sometimes it gives you headaches

ღ prone to falling into sub space, just wanting you to take care of him, tell him that he’s perfect, that he’s all you’ve ever wanted

ღ as his noona you take care of him and make him feel safe, you have the ability to take the power from him when he just can’t handle it, and because of that he trusts you with his heart more than himself

ღ however, this also means that you have to punish him when he misbehaves

ღ beomgyu who flutters his lashes and pouts his lips at other people, making their eyes wander and their words get stuck in their throat as he shamelessly flirts with them in front of you

ღ if beomgyu wanted your attention, he could've just asked for it, but now he has to learn the hard way that your attention doesn't come without consequences when he misbehaves

ღ "fuck! fuck, noona, please! please i'll behave now, i'll be good," he cries, borderline screaming as you gyrate your hips down into his

ღ "that's the thing, pretty boy," you sigh, reaching to grab fistfuls of beomgyu's hair as you ride him relentlessly, cruelly

ღ "you need to learn to listen the first time i tell you to do something," you tut, yanking the man's head back to expose his prominent adam's apple

ღ he sobs at the motion, palms grabbing and clawing at your hips as you chase your own pleasure on his dripping cock

ღ he's lost how many times he's cum now, all he knows is that it hurts, but fuck it hurts so good

ღ "so since you don't want to listen to me after the second time, or the third, or even the seventh," you hiss, slowing your speed in order to fuck him slow and hard

ღ beomgyu's squirming in your hold, gasping and whining as your warm cunt swallows him in and holds him, a punishment disguised as heaven

ღ "then maybe i just have to fuck you so dumb that you won't make the same mistake after the seventh, maybe even tenth orgasm, you understand?" you ask, placing open mouth kisses along his throat as his nails claw at your back

ღ you take a hand from his hair to place it right under his chin, lightly grabbing his throat and pushing his head back into the mattress, forcing his eyes to snap open as they stare up at you all glossy and fucked out

ღ "do you understand?" you repeated, beomgyu shakily trying to nod in your hold

ღ "yes noona, yes!" he groans, feeling his nth orgasm climb up on him as you use the grip on his throat and hair for leverage

ღ his noona has to know when to take charge and let him know that he can't just do whatever he wants, while still making sure that he knows just how much he's loved (even if you have to punish him) <3

taehyun

ღ ahhh so difficult! honestly i didn't think age would matter too much when it came to a relationship with taehyun, but then i remembered him and yeonjun's dynamic

ღ so cute, god he's so so so cute

ღ he's not the type to call you noona in bed as much, but when you two are walking around, window shopping and tasting whatever sweet treat is sold by vendors, he loves to use it

ღ you don't mind it either, even if it does mean your wallet gets lighter and lighter every time taehyun looks at you with eager eyes and a cheery smile

ღ it feels like taehyun lets himself be relaxed, just a little more childish around you

ღ you just adore him, which is why he melts into your palm as you hold his face, swiping your thumbs under his eyes in a soothing gesture as the two of you sit on the couch

ღ there's a movie long discarded as you press your lips sweetly against his, the two of you biting lips and swiping tongues in a teasing mess of saliva

ღ it's meant to be fun and sweet but soon you're pinning taehyun against the cushions, hearing his whines and his groans as you trail your kisses along the sensitive skin of his shoulder and neck

ღ "you're so pretty, tae, you know that?" you hum, feeling the man shiver underneath the vibration of your voice

ღ you're feeling up his biceps, feeling them flex underneath you, feeling the power that he possesses but chooses to relinquish under your lead

ღ "you make me feel pretty," he admits, smiling up at you breathlessly in a way that makes both your heart and your clit throb

ღ soon, you're grinding down on him, feeling those arms wrap around you and desperately pull you closer

ღ whispers of "please please, feels so good, you make me feel so good"

ღ he's clingy during sex, wanting to feel warm and safe and protected under your touch, whether you choose to be gentle like now or mean and harsh like when he spends all your money knowing you can't say no to him

ღ he's cumming underneath you, untouched besides the friction of his jeans against your sweatpants, and as you lean back to try and get a better angle for your own pleasure, a hand wraps around your wrist

ღ soon you're looking down a taehyun's cheeky smile as his hand starts to slide down your stomach to where his thumb can press shyly against your clothed clit

ღ "i want to make nonna feel good too"

ღ he’s looking up at you through the dyed fringe of his bangs, his fingers moving up to tug lightly at the band of your sweatpants, as if asking for permission

ღ and it's so fucking hot but the little ":D" of his smile is too cute in contrast

hueningkai

ღ hueningkai literally makes up the oxygen i breathe oml

ღ but anyways, with his noona i feel like he'd want to overcompensate just a little bit

ღ yes he's cute and he's fun, but sometimes he tries a little too hard to appear manly and dependable around you just because of what people have drilled into his head

ღ you don't notice until he's flushing red and leaning back away from one of your more forward touches in public, something that makes you tilt your head in curiosity

ღ you don't address it then, simply hanging onto his arm as you two navigate the busy streets

ღ but then you're undressing him in the doorway of your shared apartment, sucking hickeys into the sweet skin of his neck as you practically tear apart the buttons of his shirt

ღ his hands are gripping all over you as he whines, trying to anchor himself by holding onto your shoulders as he lets himself get pushed back into the bedroom

ღ it's not until you're on top of him, heart eyed and salivating at the sight of his flushed cheeks, fucked out look, and bruised lips that he finally acts on what he's been thinking about all day

ღ "noona..." you almost have to strain your ears to hear him but soon enough you're freezing your hands and listening to what he has to say

ღ "i want to try to lead," he finally admits, brown eyes big and full of hesitation as he waits for your response

ღ all those small signs that have piled up throughout the day suddenly make sense, and after a few moments of consideration, you nod

ღ you try to calm down his worries with a smile, and maneuver your position to where hueningkai's hovering above you as you sink into the cushions

ღ "go ahead then, beautiful," you giggle, reaching up to play with a few loose strands of his hair as he tries not to let the nickname go straight to his dick

ღ nervously, he begins to fumble with your clothes, hands shaking lightly as he wrestles with the buttons of your top

ღ his frustration is evident and soon enough there's tears welling up in his eyes and he whines out a tangle of "i'm sorry" "i don't know what i'm doing" "i'm sorry, noona"

ღ it's heartbreaking to see him cry outside of pleasure, and gently you return to your previous position, cradling his face between your palms as you straddle his waist

ღ "it's ok," you coo, wiping away any stray tears

ღ "who told you that you had to lead?" you asked the elephant in room, the feeling of him flinching underneath you telling you that he himself had been digging his own mental grave this entire day

ღ "i don't know," he mumbles miserably, suddenly gasping as your hand sweetly cups his still growing hard-on

ღ "if you don't know, then i guess i'll just have to make sure you don't know the answer to anything else, kay'? i'll make you forget all about wanting to lead, since you''ll be too busy getting fucked good to even think about anything else," you smile, rendering hueningkai speechless and wide eyed before your touch sends him squirming and moaning in your hold all over again

ღ he's still young and getting used to the fact that him being a sub is completely fine, just be there to guide him and swallow up his broken moans of "noona, please, touch me, touch me please!" when the time comes when he comes

#sub txt #sub yeonjun #sub soobin #sub beomgyu #sub taehyun #sub hueningkai #dom reader #noona kink #txt x reader #txt headcanons #txt smut #tomorrow x together #this took longer than i thought #as taehyun once said #“enjoy”#my bias showed just a little #im scared that this isn't as good as my other stuff sob

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moonlightspencie · 10 months ago

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But You’re Friction

Chapter 2 of ‘treacherous’

Pairing: Remus Lupin x fem!Reader

Word Count: 3.6k

Weeks passed, and each one seemed better than the last.

The connection Remus had made for you with the herbologist was a perfect match, come to find out. You got along with Nemora incredibly well, not only in the work sense but personally as well. She was a sweet, older woman with insanely untamable hair and an equally indomitable spirit. Her fire and passion for not only herbology, but the ways in which magical plants could be used for the good of everyone, inspired you entirely.

When she found out you had a similar desire for good, she hired you immediately and put you to work just as quickly. Not that you’d complain; it was nice to have something to do with your days, especially when that something felt more like a fun hobby than work. It was delightful, to say the least.

You were wandering Diagon Alley during one of your days off when things seemed to get even better.

You looked into the shop window, noticing that everything was run down. It hurt to see all of the shops that used to be so lively end up reduced to nothing. But one of your favorite places for a quick meal was back up and running, and you were glad for it.

You meandered around the street, nearing your destination, when a familiar voice called your name. You turned, your face lighting up, when you saw him.

“Hey, what are you doing here?”

Remus shrugged. “Just fancied a walk, I guess. What are you doing here? Isn’t much to see, is there?”

You shook your head. “No, there isn’t. It’s so sad.”

He hummed in agreement, nearing you.

“But,” you continued, "a place I’ve always loved that has the best coffee and sandwiches in the world is back up and running now.”

“And what would that be?”

“Have you been to Flora’s?”

He shook his head. “I haven’t.”

“Have you eaten yet?” you asked, checking your watch. Just about noon. “It’s lunchtime now, you know.”

He smiled softly. “Is this an invitation?”

“Only if you say yes,” you added with a cheeky smile.

“I’d be honored,” he nodded.

You smiled again, taking his arm, leading him towards the small restaurant. You made some small talk, sure to thank him for the job recommendation while you were at it.

He opened the door for you when you got to Flora’s, more than willing to let you lead the way in the unfamiliar space. You got in the short line, explaining various sandwiches to him, though ultimately he made you choose for him, claiming he was ‘too overwhelmed’ by the choices. You laughed to yourself, ordering two of the same, though leaving it up to him to pick a drink for himself.

Just as you were about to hand over the money for it all, he shoved your hand out of the way, getting to it first.

You shook your head, leading him to a table by the window.

“You shouldn’t have done that. It was supposed to be my treat to you.��

“We never established that; I think it’s only fair that whoever is the first to get to it should pay,” he said, sitting across from you.

“Entirely not fair. I dragged you here, after all.”

“You didn’t drag me, I agreed to have lunch with you. There’s a difference, you know?”

You made a small noise of disappointment, looking out into the street. A small family passed by, with the toddler swinging from his parents’ hands. You smiled at them, your chin falling into your palm.

“What is it?” Remus asked, noticing your gaze. He looked to where you did, a matching smile on his face. “Ah.”

“That’s so sweet,” you said, watching as they turned the corner. “Have you ever considered that?”

He raised a brow. “What? A family?”

You nodded your head. “Yeah. You seem like the type.”

“I don’t know,” he said, fiddling with his hands. “I suppose I’ve thought about it. I don’t know if it’s for me, though. Nobody has ever seemed to really… Click.”

“Click?”

He nodded. “That connection, the right kind, that would… I don’t know. Feel right. It just hasn’t happened with anyone yet, I suppose.”

“Really? I, for one, have been convinced that you and Siri are secretly together.”

He laughed. “Ah, well. Maybe in another lifetime, but certainly not this one. He is a charmer, though, isn’t he?”

“He sure is,” you said with a small laugh. “I’m shocked he stayed on my parents’ good side, him flirting with their twenty-year-old daughter. Ridiculous man.”

He laughed. “He finds a way to sneak his way into everyone’s heart, even if they don’t want it.”

“It’s a talent, really.”

He hummed, nodding in agreement. You got up a moment later when the barista called your name, taking up your latte and his tea. You set the mugs down on the table, then took your seat again.

“I’ve never had tea here. You’ll have to tell me how it is,” you said, then started blowing gently on the liquid in your own mug. You tried taking a sip, but it was far too hot. “Ugh. I just want my drink.”

He snorted a laugh at the sour look on your face. “Patience is a virtue, you know?”

“One I don’t often have,” you noted with a raise of your brows. “On the plus side, it smells delightful.”

“It does. I can smell it from here,” he said, taking in a deep inhale. “I’m afraid I should probably stay away from caffeine, though, after the three cups I’ve had this morning.”

“Ooh,” you said, “rough night?”

“Long night,” he corrected. “I was up for far too long, enraptured by a book I picked up last week.”

You smiled. “You read often?”

“As often as I can allow time for.”

“Nice,” you nodded. “I’d like to have a large home library myself one day. Even on days I don’t feel like reading much, just the presence of books surrounding me is calming, I think. We always had plenty of old books in my home growing up.”

“I don’t have the largest library, but I do have a shelf full,” he said, looking from his tea to you. “Maybe one day I can have you over to peruse. Or, just sit next to them, if you really please.”

You chuckled. “An enticing offer. I may just take you up on it sometime.”

He merely smiled to himself, looking back out the window.

Weeks passed, and Remus found himself at 12 Grimmauld Place, head in his hands at the dining room table as Sirius talked at him. Sirius was convinced that joining the Order wasn’t a big deal for his ‘sunshine girl’. Remus disagreed.

“Are you sure about this?” Remus asked in a small voice.

Sirius nodded. “You aren’t? You know she’d be phenomenal. I’m sure with all her parents have done for me, Dumbledore would be more than willing to let her in.”

Remus swallowed, shaking his head. Sirius tried meeting his eyes, huffing to himself when Remus wouldn’t look back at him. He pinched the bridge of his nose.

“This is ridiculous. I need someone on my side, here.”

Remus scoffed. “Why bring her into danger like this? Has she even expressed interest in the Order?”

“Yes,” Sirius exclaimed, taking a moment to collect himself after the small outburst. “She has. I don’t want to be the only one advocating for her or making her feel welcomed if she’s sworn in.”

“I just don’t know, Pads,” Remus said after a beat.

“Why not?”

“I’ve already told you why not. It’s dangerous.”

“Oh, and you’ve always been so protective of her,” Sirius scoffed sarcastically. “You’ve had no problem with anyone else joining. Why is she any different?”

Remus stood, hands on his hips, as he started pacing.

“Because she is. You, of all people, should be the one wanting to protect her in this. You should care more about her safety.”

“You think I don’t?” Sirius asked, quirking a brow. “Don’t be ridiculous, Remus. That’s not what this is about, and you know it.”

“What’s it about then? Enlighten me,” Remus huffed, pausing his pacing to stare ahead at his friend.

“You fancy her.”

Remus merely stared for a moment, then scoffed, shaking his head.

“No, I don’t.”

“You can lie to yourself all you’d like, but you’ve never been able to lie to me. Don’t start trying now,” Sirius stated, putting his feet up on the table.

Remus merely shook his head, plopping back into his seat. A silence fell over them for a few moments before Sirius was lowering his legs again, scooting a little closer as his hands clasped on the tabletop.

“Mooney, I need you to support her in this. She’s smart. She’s not the type to run into danger, you know?”

He nodded, his voice quiet. “I know.”

“Please. Her knowledge of herbs and medicine alone could do so much for us at the Order. She’s smart enough in a fight, too,” he said, catching Remus’ eye. “You know I’d never do anything to put her in danger, but the world is dangerous right now. Might as well keep her by our side in it.”

Remus sighed, scratching at the tabletop for a moment before he looked up at Sirius. He nodded slowly.

“Alright. I’m in.”

Sirius paused for a minute, then, “She’ll be here in an hour, by the way.”

“What?” Remus asked, his eyes widening.

“I invited her for tea. So she can see this place, too,” he said, sighing softly. “It was supposed to happen a month ago, but you just had to connect her with that job of hers.”

Sirius smirked, hoping he could lighten the mood a bit. He let out a breath when he saw Remus smile slightly.

“Has she told you about that yet?” Remus asked, still tracing the scratches on the table.

“A bit. Only that she’s enjoying it.”

“Nemora’s really taken a liking to her, apparently. They’ve been working on breeding a new plant species. Some hybrid of… I-don’t-know-what that’s supposed to really help with burns when it’s juices are extracted.”

Sirius smiled a little wider. “Look at that. You know more about her than I do, now.”

“Just about the job.”

“When did she tell you?”

Remus looked up, slightly nervous. “What?”

Sirius narrowed his eyes. “When did she tell you about all of that?"

“Oh,” Remus shrugged. “We ran into each other in Diagon Alley. Decided to get some lunch.”

Sirius hummed thoughtfully. Remus hated it when he did that.

“What?” he huffed.

“Nothing. Just think it’s funny you told me you don’t fancy her when you went on a date.”

“Wasn’t a date.”

“You two got lunch. Just the two of you.”

“You do that with her, too.”

“That’s different. We’re established friends, and she always tries to pay for herself. Tell me, did you get away with paying for her meal?”

“That’s not important and doesn’t make it a date,” Remus protested. “Nothing romantic between us at all.”

“Except that date,” Sirius teased. “Not to mention the way you look at her every time she walks into a room. Or the fact that I never see you smile like you do with her. Mm, maybe I should bring up the fact that any time we’re in a room, you find any chance you can to be next to her.”

“You’re insufferable.”

“I think that’s a bit harsh, isn’t it?”

Remus shook his head wordlessly. He decided to give up on arguing, knowing it wouldn’t go anywhere productive. He never seemed to win arguments with Sirius, even when he knew he was right. Though it was much worse when Sirius was the correct one. A know-it-all in troublemakers’ clothing.

He decided to switch topics, wanting to shift attention away from the crush that he was too embarrassed to admit he harbored. It was a bit ridiculous, and he knew it. To start having feelings for a girl who, frankly, he felt could do much better than him. It was part of the reason Sirius’ teasing was especially annoying: he, of all people, should know why it was a bad idea to have feelings like those ones. For someone who had their whole life ahead of them. He shook it off, not wanting to get in his head more than he already was.

Thankfully, Sirius granted him the mercy to move on from that conversation fairly easily.

You walked up to Grimmauld Place that afternoon, knocking on the door and hoping that Sirius would pay enough attention to hear it. It was a fifty-fifty chance, really.

You waited, shuffling your feet a little as you did, until the door swung open.

“There she is,” Sirius said with a cheeky smile and a wink.

You smiled immediately and stepped into his embrace.

“How are you?” you asked quickly.

He broke away, moving around you to shut the door.

“Fine. Good, even,” he corrected himself. “I’ve been having a nice talk with Remus. Remembering a time we pulled a marvelous prank on old Snivellus.”

You chuckled, letting him lead you towards the dining room with an arm around you.

“I’ll never get over that nickname.”

“Quite fitting, isn’t it?”

“It is,” you agreed emphatically. “Remus is here?”

He smirked. “Why? You excited to see him?”

“Curious,” you corrected shortly. “Quit trying to make something out of this.”

“All I’ve done is notice the obvious, my darling girl,” he said, squeezing your shoulder. “Can’t blame me for being observant.”

“You’d be surprised at the things I could blame you for,” you stated with a smirk of your own.

He laughed, tugging you along into the room where Remus sat. He stood as he saw you, standing near the dining table.

“Hello,” you greeted, breaking away from Sirius to give him a brief hug.

“Hello to you,” he said back, one arm wrapping around your middle for a moment. “How are things?”

“Great. How are you? Siri told me you two have been joking about Snape in my absence.”

He chuckled. “That we have. It’s terribly easy to do; we just can’t seem to help it.”

“I’ll get the kettle. It should be about ready by now,” Sirius said, tossing you another wink before leaving for the kitchen.

“What else have you been talking about? Anything interesting?”

He sort of nodded, sitting back down. You took the seat next to him, raising your brows in question.

“Talked about the Order a bit.”

“Ah,” you nodded. “Has he told you, then?”

“That you’d like to join?” he inquired.

You nodded your response, leaning back in your seat.

“Yes, he’s told me. Managed to get me on board with the idea, even,” he said, though he didn’t quite look convinced. “You’re sure about this, though?”

“I am. I feel like I’ve really taken to herbology, especially learning about the healing agents of plants. It could be good for someone like me to be around for when things go… If things go wrong.”

“That’s what Sirius said, too.”

“You don’t seem entirely sure about it,” you noted.

“I have my concerns. But if this is what you want to do, I am sure you’ll be brilliant.”

“Thank you. I appreciate that you’re willing to support it,” you said, sighing. “I worry that not everyone will be comfortable with my interest. I know that I’m coming in a bit late to all of this in comparison to the majority of you all.”

“So many of the members already love you. I’m sure it won’t be terribly difficult to convince anyone who has doubts,” he said, nudging your shoulder.

“Plus,” Sirius added, walking in with a tray. “You’re just so adorable, they couldn’t possibly say no to that face.”

“Right,” you snorted a laugh. “I’m sure I’ll just need to give them some puppy-dog eyes in order to sway their acceptance of me.”

“Well, it would work on some of them, I’m sure,” Sirius said, pointedly looking at Remus with a self-satisfied smirk.

He set down the tray, and you immediately started on your tea as he took his seat on the other side of Remus.

“Do you plan on giving me a grand tour?” You asked casually, busying yourself with the tea.

“I do." Sirius nodded. “I’m sure the memories of my terrible childhood will be quite exciting for you.”

You deadpanned. “Siri.”

“Sorry,” he said, though you knew he didn’t mean it.

In some ways, he’d become too comfortable around you. Joking about things like—well, that—had become commonplace with him in the time you’d been friends. Normally you’d laugh around with him, but something about being in the house… It felt different. Scolding him seemed like the only good option, really. At least it deflected your discomfort. He knew that, too. You could tell by the lingering smirk on his face after he’d “apologized”.

You sipped at your tea after Siri’s tour of the house, falling into easy conversation with the two men. You observed them as they bantered back and forth, a smile on your face as they proved their childhood bond to hold true. It was nice to see them both take on that childish way of behaving; you almost wished they didn’t pull you into their interaction after a few minutes of your silence.

“You could always stay here, you know?” Sirius said, setting his cup down on the table.

“As much as I love you, Siri, I also love having my own place.”

He sighed dramatically. “It gets so lonely here. I just know you’d brighten up the place, sunshine.”

You chuckled. “You could always come visit at my flat, you know?”

“Not the same,” he grumbled playfully, then sat up straight. “Consider it, at least. Maybe you’ll end up disliking your neighbors; you never know.”

“Silly man,” you said, shaking your head with a grin. “Why not ask your best friend, here?”

You tilted your head at Remus, raising a brow.

“Already tried. He doesn’t like me enough, tragically.”

Remus scoffed. “I did not say that.”

“May as well have, mate. Living in some run-down cottage—”

“It’s not run down.”

“But it is small. Why cram yourself in there when you could be with me here? I’ve got plenty of room.”

“Well, for one, I’d have to listen to you run your mouth all hours of the day,” Remus smirked.

You chuckle at that, drawing attention to yourself by accident.

“You’ve got no right to laugh. Off living in some one-bedroom flat surrounded by neighbors. You might as well be here, it wouldn’t be that different,” Sirius said, crossing his arms.

You sigh. “Ever heard of a lease, Sirius?”

He rolled his eyes. “You just don’t love me like you say you do.”

“Okay, drama queen,” I scoff a laugh. “If you want me to visit more, all you’ve got to do is ask. But I’m not going to try to weasel my way out of my lease when this is the very first place I’ve lived in alone. You should be proud of me for being so independent.”

He hid a smirk. “I guess.”

“Let the girl live, Sirius,” Remus said, rolling his eyes.

“Maybe if you weren’t whisking her away on little dates, she’d make more time for me, and I wouldn’t have to complain,” Sirius said, raising a brow.

Remus swallowed, glaring at his friend. You, on the other hand, let out a small laugh.

“Dates? When have we dated?” You asked incredulously.

“I know about your little excursion to lunch in Diagon Alley,” Sirius said, looking a little too smug. “Don’t play coy with me, now.”

“That was not a date,” you said, laughing again, though you couldn’t deny the slight heat in your cheeks. “We ran into each other, and I simply invited him to lunch.”

“Still sounds like a date to me,” Sirius said, wiggling his eyebrows.

Remus sighed heavily, dropping his face into his hands. He shook his head a little bit.

“You’re insufferable. You have to know that,” he muttered.

Sirius merely laughed. “Come on, am I not allowed to poke fun?”

“You’re being ridiculous, Siri,” you say, shaking your head with a smile.

“What’s so ridiculous?”

“Please,” Remus said, rolling his eyes again. “I should have never told you about that in the first place. Plus, girl like her, I’m sure she has plenty of people chasing her. Why not ask about that?”

You straighten up. “Plenty? Well, I think you severely overrate how interesting my dating life is.”

You chuckle at that, as does Sirius. Remus merely looks a little confused.

“How do you not?”

“Why do you think I would?”

He froze up a little, opening and closing his mouth a couple of times with nothing to say. He decided on a simple shrug.

“Don’t know. Just assumed.”

Sirius smirked again. “No, please, Moons. Come on, tell us what your reasoning was.”

“Cut it out,” he said quietly, shaking his head.

“Enough teasing him. He’s just trying to be nice,” you scolded Sirius, noticing how uncomfortable Remus had begun to look.

Sirius hummed, then changed the topic completely. You snuck a few glances—maybe a few too many—at Remus until he finally looked up and joined the conversation. He gave you a grateful smile after a few minutes, though you couldn’t help but wonder…

Why had he thought you’d be so busy dating?

Why did he seem to blush whenever there was any indication of something happening between you?

Why even bring up the not-date to Sirius?

More than anything, why did you find yourself thinking so much about him?

Chapter 3 ->

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darkened-writer · 1 year ago

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imagine| On The Nature Of Daylight

This is a part two to 'Star', since I feel like it deserved a happy ending, despite the bittersweetness of the first part. I honestly could expand this into a series if I want to, so let me know what you all think! Enjoy!

PAIRING || Astarion x Tav (Reader)

WORD COUNT || 1,090

Daylight always felt so odd, because even in a big city, the night was always more comforting. Especially for those who could never truly sleep well. ‘Insomniacs’.

The times that Tav did sleep, they’d see glimpses of stark white locks, red speckled irises, and a cheeky grin. All unfamiliar to see in a society where the only white hair you would see is on older people and people with odd hair dying choices. And, red eyes? It’d be associated with Albinism. The dots could never really connect on who this person plaguing their dream were.

Every night.

Every nap.

Every single time.

Doctors prescribed meds for PTSD, Insomnia, but nothing ever worked.

So, Their nights were filled with mindless activities and scrolling their phone, as most people do.

Wondering who exactly this man could be.

And, why his skin felt so natural against theirs.

The sun peeked just out of the curtain of their room, only slightly illuminating the space that was covered with various papers that had sketches scrawled across them, some with eyes, some with swirls to resemble curls, and mouths, shaped into smirks, two sharp teeth peeking out from under them. So beautiful yet out of reach, even so slightly.

The bed felt so empty.

But, at least there was the library.

It was a small job, paid decently well, gave Tav access to all types of books, ranging from non-fiction to fantasy to even greek tellings and local legends.

Though, fantasy was always one that piqued their interest.

Busy streets, walking with a blazer wrapped around their figure, a coffee in their hands, messenger bag in the other.

Eventually, the quietness of the library surrounded them, a few people sat at table reading books or typing away at computers. A few stood inbetween shelves, examining every aspect of the books they hold from the front to the spine.

Wyll, he was the head of the library, was clocking out and waved with a smile, glasses pushing up towards his nose as he walks away, carrying a stack of books. He was the nicest coworker you could ever have, always leaving a tupperware full of baked goods. Assortments of cookies, cupcakes, mini pies, all very sweet. Though, his hobbies outside of work were always involving sword fighting and fencing.

Cookies, this time around.

Red velvet.

The red looked practically bloody.

There was a ding, and Tav looked up, a red-haired woman holding a few books.

Demonology?

“Will these be all?”

“Yes…”

“Demonology, huh?”

She was quiet, opting to hug herself as she waited for the books to be checked out, hand rubbing against the muscle under her leather jacket.

Tav slides the books across the counter.

“Hope these help your studies!”

“Thank you.”

She walks away, Tav now opening the tupperware to grab a cookie, taking a large bite and humming a bit at the taste of the white chocolate chips.

Always so good.

“Hello? Earth to Librarian?”

Her hair was stark white, next to her snowy complexion, a silver necklace adorning her neck as she waved a petite hand in from of their face.

“Oh… sorry.”

The girl handed the books over, watching closely as Tav scanned them.

“You ever dabble in witchcraft?”

Tav perks up.

“Uh. No. But, it does seem interesting.”

“You should check these out once I’m done with them. Spells of protection are major within witchcraft, you know?”

She takes the books, grinning.

“Have a good one, Librarian.”

Sauntered off, leaving Tav to contemplate why no one ever read their nametag.

But, there was no time for that, there were books to put away.

So, they grabbed a cart, stacking returned books onto it before pushing it to certain aisles, sliding books in their rightful places, humming a small tune that's been stuck in their head. Eventually, the fantasy section comes up, a lot of empty slots to fill as they stop and begin to put boots in, until someone snatches up the book they just put in.

Red-Speckled eyes.

A devilish grin.

White locks.

“Oh, hello…”

His voice was smooth, an accent buried underneath it all.

“Hi.”

“Apologies for snatching this book from you, Love. You see… I’m very fascinated by fictional works, especially fantasy and this work, from Ms. Tyler, well, it’s an excellent work.”

He shows the cover of the book, which had a piece of art that depicted a small group of people.

“It’s okay, uh… we are getting a shipment soon of the next part after that one. The conclusion. If you’d like, I can have a reminder sent to you for it?”

His grin widens.

“That’d be perfect, Darling, Thank you.”

He peers down.

“Tav.”

“That’s me.”

“My name is Aster, but you can call me Astarion.”

Tav smiles a bit.

“You seem vaguely familiar, have we met before?”

“I believe we haven’t but, we can get to know each other?”

He was charming, his eyes looking directly into Tav’s with a familiar intensity.

“Sure. But, check out the book first?”

He nods, smiling as Tav walks away with the cart, mind swirling with thoughts.

Exactly like the dreams.

They looked just like the person in his dreams.

And, he had to know more.

“Just this book?”

He had just set the one book onto the counter, eyes more trained on Tav then anywhere else.

But, the sun through the window was hitting him just right, the red of his eyes more bright in the unexpected light, giving a odd sense of comfort. He was all too known in Tav’s mind, the resemblance uncanny of the man in their dreams. His touch could practically be felt still, his hands brushing the hair out of their face.

“Yes. And, red velvet? Good choice.”

A grin sprouts on Tav’s face.

“My coworker made them for me, they're good. Want one?”

“Sure.”

Their hands graze as Tav hands him a cookie, scanning the book and handing it over to him again as he grabs it, other hand holding the cookie as he take a bite, nodding to himself.

“Quite good.”

“I know right?”

A beat of silence.

“I’m sorry if its weird but, I can’t shake the feeling that I’ve met you..”

“I feel the same way.”

Both perk up.

“Would you want to maybe… go get coffee or something? I know a place down main street, ran by this really nice guy, Halsin.”

“I’d love to, my dear.”

Both just look at eachother, a knowing look, red eyes looking into theirs.

“See you soon?”

“See you soon.”

#xreader #fanfiction #astarion #astarion x reader #baldurs gate astarion #baldur's gate 3 #baldur's gate iii #fluff #soulmates #found love

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joelalorian · 9 months ago

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Tides of Desire - Chapter Nine: Close Quarters

*mood board by the lovely @/janaispunk. divider by the equally lovely @/saradika-graphics

Pairing: Yacht Captain!Joel Miller x f!reader

Series Summary: TLOU no outbreak AU. Joel Miller is a luxury yacht captain running charters in the Caribbean. You join the crew as a deckhand and unexpectedly complicate Joel's peaceful existence. Basically the TLOU bunch on a Below Deck yacht.

Chapter warnings: 18+ MDNI, fluff, stolen kisses, terms of endearment (sweetheart, etc.), outdoor/semi-public sex, unprotected p in v, fingering, oral (m receiving). Smallish age gap (reader is 32 or so, Joel is 40). No use of y/n, though reader is of British descent and has the nickname Brit (occasionally used).

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Chapter Nine: Close Quarters

“She agreed to meet for drinks,” Tommy declared as he entered the crew mess after the charter guests deboarded, his fit body vibrating with excitement. He stole half of the sandwich you just made with a cheeky grin before sliding in next to you at the table.

“Oy!” You slapped his hand too late; he already shoved it in his fat gob. “Bloody fucking menace. Did you annoy her to death, so she agreed just to get you to go away?”

He turned puppy dog eyes on you, so like his brother, and pouted. It must be a Miller family trait to have perfected that look. Sarah was just as good at it, too. “Rude.”

You laughed, bumping his shoulder playfully. He annoyed you like an older sibling, and you got over it just as quickly. “So, Maria is sticking around for a bit? Where are you going to take her?”

Tommy ran a hand through his long, dark hair. “Yeah, she’s staying in San Juan for another few days. I’m thinking Caribar at Caribe Hilton. I need to impress her.”

Your eyes widened. That was an upscale resort with expensive food and drinks. He was going all out for this woman. “Wow. I’m sure she’ll love it.”

His hands suddenly began fidgeting. “I haven’t taken dating seriously in a real long time. And she’s unlike anyone I have dated before. She’s way outta my league. I’m scared shitless,” Tommy admitted. Turning desperate eyes on you, he added, “Would you and Joel come along? Make it a double date kinda thing? I’ll be less nervous that way.”

You weren’t sure it was a great idea, but Tommy looked like a nervous little boy at the thought of going on an actual date without some type of backup. “Are you sure you want us there? It won’t cramp your style?”

“Please? You can leave whenever you want, just be there to help get the conversation flowing until I get comfortable. Or drunk. Whichever happens first, I guess.”

Shrugging, you tilted your chin toward the upper decks. “Let me run it by Joel, I guess. I’m not sure if he’s ready to put our relationship out there like that yet. And going on a double date with you and Maria would definitely put it out there.”

“I already ran it by him – he’s ok with it if you are.”

There went any excuse you could have thought of. If Joel was okay with it, how could you ever say no. You felt giddy at just the thought of going on a double date with him. That one night in the hotel being the closest thing you’ve had to a date in far too long. “That settles it. We’re going on a double date! Just keep it on the down low amongst the crew, yeah?”

“Keep what on the down low?” Sarah chimed in as she entered the crew mess for a snack. Each of you should have been doing work to turnover the boat for the next charter, but it seemed like everyone was feeling a bit peckish.

Tommy glanced at you and winked. “I asked Maria out and she said yes.” Sarah screeched in response, throwing her arms around Tommy. “That’s great! Where are you taking her? Tell me everything!”

You left the two of them to gush over Tommy’s plans and made your way up to the main deck to see what needed done still. The next couple of hours passed in a flash, the washdown keeping you busy. Joel held you back after the tip meeting – the guests left a huge tip after your heroic actions.

“Did Tommy talk to you?” His voice rough like sandpaper on fresh cut wood, causing a delightful chill to wash down your back.

“Mmhmm. You sure you want to do this?”

You held yourself back from reaching for him – it was torture, but you stayed strong. Joel glanced around the main salon confirming that it was empty but for the two of you. His head dipped, closing the distance between you, and placed a chaste kiss on your lips.

“Yes, I’m sure.” A mischievous look flashed in his dark eyes, and he swatted your ass before departing for the bridge, leaving you giggling like a lovesick teen as you made your way below deck. Your phone buzzed in your pocket. Pulling it out, you giggled at the text from Joel.

JM: We’re going on a date!

By the time you showered and readied yourself for a nice evening out, the news of Tommy’s date – and your and Joel’s roles in it – was old news to the rest of the crew. Talia eyed you knowingly, her mysterious and quiet nature made you believe she saw a lot more than she let on. Sarah and Tess teased you, true to form. Jake just looked at you blankly, leaving you wondering if he was jealous.

“Make sure he pays!” Sarah demanded. “Do not take your wallet out under any circumstances.”

She was so adamant that her dad better treat you well that it left you with an aching belly from laughing so hard.

“I’m serious! He’s got it in his head that he’s a feminist and I’m afraid he thinks that means women should pay their own way. DO NOT let him get away with that, not on a Captain’s salary. You hear me?”

Your hands flew up in surrender, eyes wide at her earnest tone. “Understood. He pays. No exceptions.”

Satisfied, Sarah changed the conversation to compliment your choice in attire. You opted for the classiest dress you packed, a form fitting but not indecent black number that you had tucked away in your closet for years. It was definitely your go-to little black dress and it had been severely under-utilized for the past couple of years. You paired the dress with strappy heels – nothing too high, you didn’t want to break an ankle – and your long hair flowed over your shoulders in natural, beachy waves. Your makeup was subtle and classy, just a hint of color on your eyelids and lips to accentuate your tanned skin, a definite benefit of working outside.

“You look gorgeous,” Tess said as you did one last spin for them.

“Yeah, Dad’s gonna stumble all over his words when he sees you,” Sarah added, hugging you.

You blushed, picturing Joel staring at you in adoration, complimenting you with a nervous hitch in his deep, rumbling voice. Damn, arousal already built in your lower belly at just the thought. You were in for a delightfully torturous evening.

“Have I mentioned how beautiful you look tonight?” Joel breathed in your ear as you followed Tommy into the resort. “I’m going to have a hard time keeping my hands off you at the table.”

“Who said you had to?” you teased in return, enjoying the warmth of his hand at your back. “And yes, you have, but please don’t stop. You look sinfully gorgeous tonight as well.”

Joel grinned, dark eyes twinkling behind thick framed glasses, his lush curls artfully falling into place atop his head. Your fingers ached to run through them, twist them around your slim digits. Part of you longed to dash away, get a room, and keep Joel to yourself for the night. But one glance at Tommy’s anxious smile, dark eyes scanning the outdoor tables in search of Maria, and you knew the pair of you would never be able to sneak away.

“Ah, there she is!” Tommy exclaimed, spotting Maria at a table tucked into a corner of the open-air seating area. He surged forward, soft breeze ruffling his long curls. You squeezed Joel’s hand, hanging back to let Tommy greet his date without the pair of you hovering over them.

“I’ve never seen him like this,” Joel’s voice rumbled in your ear. “He must really like her.” Your head bobbed in agreement, turning to smile at him. Your faces were so close, the miniscule distance between you reduced further as Joel tilted his head, capturing your lips in a soft kiss. “Mmm, I really like you.” Joel’s lips pecked yours after every word.

“Come on already, love birds!” Tommy called, waving to you from his seat next to Maria.

“Nice to see you both again,” Maria greeted as you sat, her dark, smooth skin beaming with happiness.

Dinner was lovely, conversation flowing with a natural ease among the four of you. Maria and Tommy were equally enamored with each other and before long you and Joel were left chatting amongst yourselves.

“Want to get outta here?” Joel’s fingertips teased along the hem of your dress, stoking the fire that started building within you hours ago.

“Fuck yeah, I do.” Your chair nearly toppled backwards from the force with which you stood. Joel barely mumbled an excuse to his brother as you dragged him away, waving at Maria and Tommy over your shoulder.

A visceral need for him churned in your belly, skin buzzing as he dragged you around a few corners, backing you against a shadowed section of wall hidden from passersby and windows. Joel’s mouth was on you instantly, teeth nipping at your lips and scraping at your neck as he tasted your skin.

“Joel.” You drew his name out in a long, low moan as his fingers slid beneath the hem of your sundress and dipped past your panties. You were throbbing, wet and waiting for his expert touch. It had been too long since the last time you were together like this, the night at the hotel feeling like a distant memory.

“Sweetheart, all this for me?” His fingers left you briefly, bringing them up to his eyeline. Joel stared at the glaze on them, before slipping them into his mouth to suck at the irrefutable evidence of your arousal. “Fucking Christ, you taste good. Like nectar from a god damn peach.”

Joel made quick work of removing your panties, shoving the strip of fabric in his pocket as his lips met yours. A gasp left your lungs when his fingers sank knuckle deep inside you, his thumb teasing at your clit. The bundle of nerves already over sensitized, Joel made you come within minutes, his mouth swallowing your moans and whines.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Coming on my damn fingers already. So sexy.” Joel’s voice, rough with arousal, talked you through it, lips still touching yours as you breathed the same breaths. His free hand worked at his pants, setting his hardened cock free from its confines. “Need you, sweetheart. Now.”

“Oh, fuck.” Knees already weak from your orgasm, you hiked one leg up around his hip while he supported you, grasping your ass to hike you further up. Joel slipped inside, stretching your warm, wet walls with the sheer size of him. “Joel, love, you feel so good.”

Part of you couldn’t believe you were letting Joel fuck you against a wall in public. It was something you’d never done before – you were adventurous, sure, but not that adventurous. The other part of you didn’t give a shit. You were with Joel, the hard press of his body moving against yours bringing you both immense pleasure, and that was all that mattered.

Hands buried in those lush curls, you keened. “Faster, please.” Already on edge, you needed as much of Joel as you could get. “I’m so close.” His hips lurched in response, snapping faster, harder as his mouth latched onto the skin at the base where your shoulder met your neck. The sharp nip of his teeth followed by the gentle swipe of his tongue soothing the spot sent you over the edge. “Fuck, Joel!”

“Shhh,” he hushed you, fucking you through the height of your orgasm as your walls choked his cock. His thrusts became erratic, muscles flexing as he lost control. Your name flowed beautifully from his lip while his cum painted your walls. You stayed connected, chests heaving, and concrete wall cool against the heated skin of your back, as you both came down from the heights of ecstasy for several minutes.

“That was…”

“Yeah…”

There were no words.

The breeze shifted, carrying a slight chill in the night air, and you finally separated to right yourselves. Holding your hand out for your panties once Joel tucked himself away, you laughed when he just patted his pocket with a shake of his head. “Nah, I’m keepin’ ‘em.”

“Naughty,” you teased, grasping his hand as you walked.

The yacht was lit up when you made it back, the rest of the crew on the sundeck, dancing and carrying on. Laughter and buzzed conversations carried through the air as you and Joel quietly boarded without anyone seeing you. You knew you should join them on deck, but your heart ached to stay near Joel as long as you could. Joel seemed to feel the same.

Hand in his, you followed him through the interior to the bridge, brows shooting up when Joel merely nodded to Frank and dragged you around the corner to his quarters. You could hardly meet Frank’s knowing gaze as you passed.

“Joel, what –”

He silenced you with a finger against your lips, still puffy from the shared moments against the wall. “I’m not ready to let you go,” he murmured, shutting the door behind you. Large hands deftly removed your dress and bra, tossing them aside before slipping a fresh tee shirt over your head. “You’re staying here tonight, okay?”

Eyes widened comically, you merely nodded as Joel stripped down to his boxer briefs and pulled you into bed with him. You expected him to lead you somewhere quiet and private, but certainly not as private as his quarters. Settled beneath the soft sheet next to him, nothing in your life ever felt as right as laying there in Joel’s arms, his lips pressing tender kisses to your forehead. You only hoped he didn’t come to regret it in the morning.

The sky beyond the porthole was still dark, the first hints of dawn not yet peeking through when Joel drifted into wakefulness, your warm body tangled with his. Nose buried in your hair, he breathed in your scent, one hand caressing the soft, supple skin of your hips while the other cradled your head. He could not recall ever feeling such contentment, his heart fit to burst with emotions.

Joel’s hands continued wandering as he became lost in thought, imagining more moments like this with you. He could not wait to further explore things with you during the off season. You came in and set his life upside down in the best way possible when he least expected it. Falling in love did not come easy to Joel, but with you, it was effortless. He was falling whether he wanted to or not, it was inevitable and unstoppable.

You stirred beneath his touch when his hand dipped between your thighs, thick fingers teasing at your slit, already wet and ready for him. The sleepy moans you let out as he rubbed your clit hit his ears like a symphony. Joel continued fingering you until you were fully awake, clutching at him as he drew an orgasm from you.

“Joel,” you breathed his name into the dark room, mouth pressed to his neck, tasting the saltiness of his skin. “What’s gotten into you?” His hands were everywhere, mapping your body, committing it to memory.

“You.”

Mind still foggy with a mix of pleasure and sleep, you stared at him, perplexed. “What?”

“You. You’re what’s gotten into me,” he replied with a soft chuckle, pulling you impossibly closer. “You wriggled your way into my life, beneath my skin, into my heart. Now you’re in my bed. Of course, I’m going to take advantage of that.” You were looking at him with such softness in your eyes, he knew you felt the same.

Your hands wandered as he spoke, body still buzzing from the aftereffects of your orgasm, and finally wrapped around his rapidly hardening cock. “Yes, taking advantage of that sounds like a good plan.”

Joel laid back, letting you take control, your touch setting him ablaze. Shuffling down toward the foot of the bed, you took him in your mouth, and he whined at the wet warmth encasing him. He couldn’t take his eyes off you as you worked him, taking as much of him as you could until his tip hit the back of your throat, tongue working along the bottom of his shaft and swirling around the head. He wouldn’t last long like that, hands grasping your arms to gently pull you up.

“Why’d you stop me? I was enjoying myself,” you sassed, climbing up Joel’s broad form, thighs settling on either side of his hips.

“So was I, but I didn’t want to blow my load so quick. You’re too good at that, beautiful girl.” You were painfully gorgeous in the pre-dawn light, the glow of your skin ethereal in the moonlight. He kissed you, tongue licking into your mouth to tangle with yours as you wriggled your hips until the broad head of his cock was perfectly notched to slip inside you.

You sank down on him, moaning into the kiss as you began to ride him with a slow rocking of your hips. Unlike last night, where the pair of you worked each other hard and fast from the overwhelming need of the moment, every movement this morning was lazy and loving, a slow build of pleasure until you came with a gasp, Joel exploding inside you shortly after.

Words were on the tip of his tongue as you clung to each other afterwards, drowsy and sated, but Joel swallowed them. Too soon, he reminded himself.

Sleep pulled you both back under for a couple hours until all hell broke loose.

tbc

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dixonsgirl93 · 1 month ago

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idk if you ever do NSFW alphabets but might i suggest doin one for Merle? there really needs to be more smut for him🤭

NSFW Alphabet with Merle Dixon

A - Aftercare (what they're like after sex)

He's never been big on aftercare since he's never been taught about it. His mindset is that, they've just had sex, wouldn't that count as a type of care? But that's not to say he'll completely ignore his lover. He may cuddle her into his chest as the big spoon when they fall asleep, or offer her a cheeky smile afterwards.

Unfortunately, he has a lot to learn in this category.

B - Body Part (favourite body part of themselves and their partner)

He'd immediately joke that his favourite body part on himself is his dick. However, I don't think he thinks of himself like that. His body is just a vessel, not something to consciously think about unless he's physically injured or unwell. Except, maybe, when it came to attracting women.

His favourite body part on his partner could be a number of things. I think he's an ass-man, though.

C - Cum (anything to do with cum basically)

First thing that comes to mind is that he would quite like the sight of his partners face covered in his cum. Especially on their knees before him.

He finds it hot asf when his partner swallows his load after a blowjob too.

After cumming inside them, he occasionally loves to watch it dribble back out, making a mess on them.

D - Dirty Secret (dirty secret of theirs)

He likes to “corrupt” a shyer, inexperienced woman. Particularly if she’s a virgin. (Consensually, with an adult.)

E - Experience (how much experience they have?)

Since this man is in his mid-late 40's I'm gonna say a lot. I would guess he lost his virginity at a young age (like 14ish) to his (older) neighbour or something.

I will say, though, that despite being sexually active for a long time, it doesn't make him amazing in bed. If you preferred something a little rougher he'd be your man and would rate a solid 6.5/10. More often that not, not giving you an orgasm. He's mostly selfish when it comes to sex.

F - Favourite Position (self explanatory)

Doggy since he loves to get a good look at their while doing it. Or cowgirl. He loves to watch as you ride him.

G - Goofy (are they goofy or more serious during sex?)

Not really. He thinks if you're laughing during sex then you're doing something wrong. He may smile cheekily and make dirty remarks but that's about it as far as goofy goes.

I - Intimacy (how romantic are they during sex?)

Not romantic at all. Sex is purely physical for him. He would have to really love someone for him to be romantic.

J - Jerk Off (how often do they masturbate?)

At least once a day if he's not actively getting his dick wet. But if he is and he thinks about his partner and he can't get to them yet, then he will often take care of it himself somewhere private...and often.

K - Kink (do they have any?)

I'd say he has a slight sadism kink. He enjoys choking, spanking, biting the nipples and neck, if only for the sounds his partner makes.

He wouldn't take it too far so to potentially hurt them but he also isn't always aware of his strength or really anything about safe BDSM practices.

L - Location (favourite places to have sex)

Anywhere. His bed, your bed, his car, on his bike, against a wall, in the shower, in the forest...

M - Motivation (what turns them on?)

He's a fairly simple man: just standing in front of him naked will do the trick. Although he does love a strip tease. Lingerie is appreciated but will get ripped off.

He had his balls fondled with once and found he really enjoyed it, cumming super quick in the process.

N - No (turn offs/things they won't do)

Pegging. I feel like things like this are obvious for Merle lol.

Being tied up or having handcuffs on him, anything like that. Although, if he likes you enough, he may let you hold his wrists above his head (he knows he can easily escape).

O - Oral (preference on giving/receiving and their skill)

Loves receiving it. He has given before. I imagine he’d have first tried it in his teens and obviously wasn’t very good. His girlfriend at the time called him out for it and he didn’t see much point in doing it from then on. But he has given a handful of times since then, before the apocalypse.

P - Pace (are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

Fast and rough is the only way he’s ever known. He tried the love-making method and found it difficult to keep pace.

I feel like, though, if he really liked/loved the one he was with, he’d try harder and you’d even find ways to keep it interesting while still going a slower/more sensual pace.

Q - Quickie (are they down for a quickie?)

Always.

R - Risk (are they willing to experiment?)

Yes. However, he has to learn restraint and safety with some of the new things. It’s a learning process and you both enjoy experimenting. He just gets too excited and even tries to explain that he’s never been one for going slow and gentle.

S - Stamina (How long can they last/how many rounds can they do?)

Realistically, he’d last barely 30 seconds before cumming. But he can learn to last longer and even do multiple rounds. Later on down the line, when he stops getting excited like a teenage boy.

T - Toys (Do they own toys? Would they use them on themselves or with a partner?)

Doesn’t own any. Finds it sexy that you would and uses it on yourself. He’d want to watch you use it on yourself too, like a live porno.

He wouldn’t be too enthused about the idea of using it while you’re both at it, though, teasing that he isn’t enough for you. He still wouldn’t be totally convinced if you explained why it just adds to the experience, for both of them if he lets you.

U - Unfair (do they like to tease?)

After a few times with you, he’d calm down enough to have a little more fun. He loves to tease to the point of it maybe being considered sadism, to see you so desperate for him, he’d get off on it. Even if you were to try and take over, push him onto his back and ride him, he’d take control there and tease you while on top. He’s cruel (consensually ofc) but you crave it all the same.

V - Volume (are they loud during sex?)

He’s generally quite quiet, except for breathing heavy and a grunt when he came. He may mutter some dirty talk if it wasn’t a quickie. He’d encourage you to be loud, needing (if anyone was near) people to hear how good he is in bed. He’d love the noises of pleasure coming from you.

He’d be surprised by hearing how men being vocal in the bedroom could be such a huge turn on for women. He’d try occasionally but feel a bit silly doing it, until you mentioned afterwards how hot it was.

W - Wild Card (random headcanon)

When he’d be lucky enough to find a woman to fall in love with, he’d be just as protective of her as his brother would be. Protecting what was “his”.

He’d also be surprisingly romantic but in a more obvious way with physical-appearance compliments and bunches of flowers and jewellery.

X - X-ray (how do they look underneath their clothes?)

He’s in his late-40’s. He has a nice body for his age, some definition to his muscles, particularly on his arms. His stomach is flat and hard under your fingers. It’s obvious he’s strong and stays active. Lifts weights and works out when he can.

His appendage is 6.5 inches and quite girthy. It would almost hurt sliding in, but in the best way possible. But he’s a grower, not a shower, so when flaccid it’s not that impressive.

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

Very high. He wants you any time of day or night.

Z - Zzz (how quick they fall asleep afterwards)

Anywhere between 5 and 15 minutes afterwards, unless he has to go on duty or something.

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kamisatomay018 · 1 year ago

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My Saviour: Part 4

Warnings: mention of emotionally abusive parents, angst with comfort, fluff

Time to see protective Ayato! Finally lol. This part will be very lengthy!

It had been 2 months since the news of Kamisato Ayato courting Hiragi Y/N spread all across Inazuma. Everyone was beyond excited, and the excitement of their courtship hadn’t died down even now. After everything that occurred in Inazuma, a wedding of this magnitude was welcomed with open arms. These 2 months were perhaps the happiest days of your entire life. Ayato treated you like a princess, he observed every little thing about you, remembered your likes and dislikes and showered you with presents. He would come to visit you often in Ritou, for your parents didn’t allow you to leave the island. No matter, as long as he was with you, no one else in Teyvat was on your mind. Your bond had grown stronger, and you knew you were falling for him. He could make you smile so effortlessly, giving you cheeky compliments, trying out new and weird Dango milk flavours together and playing chess had become core memories with you. He came to visit you almost every day for the first month, but then his work kept him busy, due to which he couldn’t come to see you that often.

That does not mean he forgot about you though. No, you were always on his mind, invading his thoughts, taking over his dreams and his heart. He would send hand written letters and gifts to you in Ritou through the hands of his most trusted housekeeper, Thoma. Ayaka also came to visit you a lot, she was the happiest person in inazuma when you two agreed to get married. Her best friend and her brother getting married was the best thing that could ever happen.

However, not everything was okay in your life. While becoming Ayato’s fiancé made you the happiest woman ever, your parents had grown to dislike him even more. Why you ask? Because he made you happy. In their eyes, someone like you did not deserve to be happy after making their lives so miserable. They were forcing you into marriage thinking that you’d live the rest of your life subdued and controlled by a manipulative man, but to their dismay Ayato had saved you, and now they would see you smile way more than you ever had. The only reason why they kept quiet about their dislike for this marriage was due to the attention they were getting. Your parents were never really that important in your household, for your fathers older brother was the one leading the Kanjou Commission. But now, the announcement of your marriage to the Yashiro Commissioner had given your parents renewed importance. Besides, every single person in Inazuma knew better than to mess with the Yashiro Commissioner.

That did not stop them from making your life miserable though. Their behaviour was getting worse, their words were sharper than the blade of the strongest of swords. You payed no heed to them whenever you could help it, trying to focus on the happiness you had found.

It had been two weeks since you and Ayato had met, and today you saw Thoma again, with a gift in his hand. “Lady Hiragi! My lord wanted me to deliver this to you, and express his affection for you.” You smiled shyly, accepting the gift with gratitude. “Thank you Thoma, please thank him from my side, I will send him a letter today itself.” Thoma nodded, bidding you farewell as he headed back to Inazuma city.

You came back to your bedroom, opening the package and gasped seeing its contents. There lay a fine box of paints, each made from flowers all over Teyvat. There were over 20 vibrant colours, each packaged so intricately in embroidered glass bottles. You knew he must’ve spend a fortune in buying these, and once again you felt like the luckiest woman in Teyvat. You had told him about your love for art about a month ago, and you remember how enthralled he was, asking you all sorts of questions about the different types of painting techniques and art styles. It was that day you realised that Ayato was very fond of art, and his curiosity and willingness to learn about something you were so fond of made your heart warm. He truly had outdone himself by giving you this gift. You carefully closed the box of paints, deciding to keep it somewhere safe and hidden, but alas, fate had other plans.

Your parents barged into your room, making you gasp, your eyes widening with fear. You knew their hatred towards your love for painting, and if they found out what Ayato had gifted you, they would destroy it. Your father noticed the slight panic in your eyes, and his eyes went towards the box you were holding so close to yourself. “What are you holding huh?! Show me now!” “It’s nothing father, just a gift Lord Kamisato sent..” “Do you think I’m stupid girl? I said, hand me the box now!” You were helpless, but you tried to put up a brave front. This gift was too precious to be destroyed, and you were tired of your parent’s’ behaviour.

“Why father?” You saw the way his eyes turned dark with rage, and he stormed towards you, snatching the box from your hands despite your struggle. “How dare you question me in my own house you ungrateful girl?!” You saw as he opened the beautiful box, revealing delicate glass bottles filled with paints. “Paints in my house? After telling you countless times to quit this nonsense and behave like a proper lady? Have you no shame?!” You felt your heart drop, wanting to protect Ayato’s gift from your father, as you tried to go to him, only to be held back by your mother, who was furiously glaring at you. “How dare you have the audacity of disobeying your father!” She yelled, her grip on your wrists burning you. Before you could reply, you heard a loud crash, and right there and then, your heart broke with the same intensity. You looked back, seeing the once beautifully bottled paints on the floor, broken shards of glass all over your room. You let out a cry of agony, falling on the floor, trying to somehow salvage the disaster. “NO! Why…why…” you cried helplessly, as you somehow tried to collect the paint back, desperately trying to save the precious gift your fiancé had given to you with so much love. You hissed as the shards of glass pierced through your soft skin, your crimson blood now mixing with the paints on the floor.

While you were on the floor, weeping in agony, your mother marched towards your drawer, finding what she had suspected: the bunch of letters Ayato had been sending to you. Your head snapped in her direction when you heard the ripping of paper, and you felt your already broken heart get crushed under the weight of your mother’s heartless actions. “MOTHER! STOP, PLEASE!” But your pleas were unheard and ignored, as she tossed the torn pieces of paper into the fireplace. “Disobedient girls like you need to be taught a lesson” you heard the cold voice of your mother speak, as you were left on the floor, tears falling endlessly onto your cheeks. You looked at them, the very people who had given birth to you; who seemed so pleased seeing you broken and wounded. “WHAT HAVE I EVER DONE TO YOU BOTH? What did I do to deserve this!?” This seemed to anger your parents even more, as your mother gripped onto your hair, making you look at her and her husband. “You are no one to raise your pathetic voice at us! It is because of us that you are marrying that fool, and you do not deserve love! You have ruined our lives, your existence is a mistake! It would’ve been better if we had no child!”

Your father then added in a cold voice. “You are not stepping out of this house now. It’s time you learnt your place you ungrateful child.” And just like that, they left, locking you inside your room. You wept bitterly, as all the tears of pain and agony came crashing down on you. You felt pathetic, powerless and weak. You could not protect your happiness, you could not protect the love filled letter and gift that your fiancé had taken so much effort to prepare for you. You sat there, hands bleeding while your heart and soul wept bitterly. You missed Ayato so much, but now how were you going to reach him? You were trapped, locked like a prisoner. You did not know what was going to happen to you now.

Ayato paced back and forth in his study, a frown visible on his usually calm face. It had been 2 weeks since he sent you the paints, but he had not heard from you at all. No letter, no messengers, nothing. There was a strong feeling of dread and unease in his heart, as if something was terribly wrong. He needed to see you, he was afraid something had happened. although you never shared the details, he knew your parents were bad people, and he also knew they disliked him greatly. Had they harmed you in some manner in his absence? He had to stay in inazuma city due to continuous meetings with the almighty Shogun about removing the Sakoku decree as well as forming compensations to the people who were drastically affected by the vision hunt decree. She had changed into a gentle god, and all of inazuma was very grateful for that.

“Sir, we have a little intel.” He heard one of his shumatsubaan say, whom he had sent over to Ritou earlier this morning to check up on you somehow. “What is it?” “The Hiragi Estate is heavily guarded, especially the area near the back gardens where Lady Hiragi Y/N’s room is situated. They have also forbidden any visitors at the moment. Moreover, the people of Ritou have not seen or heard anything about her in over two weeks.” Ayato’s heard grew even more uneasy. It was as he had feared, something had happened to you. “You may go, thank you for your service.” The man bowed and left, as Ayato took a deep breath, feeling anger seeping into his chest. He was going to get you out of there today. If he found even a single scratch on your being, he would rain hell on your parents. He immediately left his home, heading straight towards Ritou.

Upon his arrival at the Hiragi estate, he saw the panic in the guards eyes. How could they deny the Yashiro Commissioner entry? Ayato payed them no heed, storming into the household, his eyes filled with rage as every single clue lead to only one conclusion, his love being harmed. As he walked into the living room, your mother’s eyes widened. How was that wretched Kamisato boy here? “L..lord Kamisato! What a pleasant surprise, what is the matter-“ “with all due respect Lady Hiragi, I am not here for pleasantries, I wish to meet my fiancé right now please.” Ayato’s ice cold tone cut her off, his eyes dark and threatening.

“Ah..well you see, Y/N is..resting! Perhaps you can meet her another day?” Ayato took a deep breath to somehow calm down as the urge to reach for his sword grew stronger than ever. Did these old fools think he was dumb? “Lady Hiragi. I wish to see Y/N. right. Now.” Hearing the commotion, your father rushed towards his wife, only to see their worst nightmare right inside their house. “Kamisato Ayato, what inappropriate behaviour is this, marching into someone’s home?” Ayato laughed at his words, but that laugh sent a chill down the couple’s spine. It was a cold and menacing laugh, one that made them feel weak in front of the Yashiro Commissioner.

“Do you both take me to be a fool? Did you really think that trapping my soon to be wife was a wise decision?” He stood up, his patience completely spent as he walked closer to your father, easily towering over the shorter man. Ayato’s voice was deep and unforgiving, his voice laced with venom. “If any of you try to stop me, I will tear down every single wall of this house until I see my love. And if I find a single scratch on her, not even the Almighty Shogun will be able to save you from my wrath.” With these words, ayato walked off, trying to locate your room.

You were sitting in a corner of your room, head buried between your arms. Your once glowing face was now dull and lifeless, the dark circles around your eyes evidently showing the countless nights you had not slept. You had not been able to step out of your house, the maids only gave you one meal a day. You missed Ayato so much, his beautiful lavender eyes, his deep voice, his honeyed words and the warmth of his embrace. You missed him so much, but you could not do anything, powerless before the wrath of your parents who had once again managed to break you. However, you frowned hearing loud and hurried footsteps approaching your room, as the door of your room opened. Your eyes widened seeing the person you were longing for in front of your eyes. “Ayato…”

To say that his heart broke was a cruel understatement. He felt his soul twist in agony, his blood boil in anger and his eyes tear up seeing your condition. You looked so weak, so frail, your dull and lifeless eyes surrounded with dark circles. Your room was a mess, and he noticed the shattered glass bottles of the paints he had gifted you near the corner you were sitting in. In the fireplace was the residue of burnt paper, and it didn’t take long for him to figure out what had happened. He rushed to you, immediately taking you in his arms. “Daarin…”

You broke down into sobs hearing his voice, clutching onto his blazer. Finally he was here, the warmth you longed for engulfed you like a bonfire on a snowy night. You held onto him like your life depended on it, crying uncontrollably. What you did not know was that tears had fallen down Ayato’s eyes too. He felt so horrible for leaving you alone in this hell, so horrible for being unable to protect you. Seeing you in such a state hurt him more than any blade ever had. Your cries were breaking his heart. Still, he held himself strong for you, gently caressing your hair, holding you so close. “Hush my love, I’m here with you..none of this is your fault, I’m so sorry for leaving you alone here..”

You shook your head, not wanting him to feel guilty for what had happened. You looked up into those lavender eyes you loved so much, your bottom lip trembling with guilt and remorse. “Ayato…I’m sorry…I couldn’t save your gift..father broke it…and mother burnt all your letters…I couldn’t do anything..forgive me for being so weak..” you ended up sobbing again, and Ayato engulfed you in his arms, kissing your forehead. “Shhh my love…you are not weak, none of this was your fault. I will gift you a hundred more of those paints, I will write a million more letters to you. What matters to me is you Daarin. You are the bravest woman I’ve ever seen..And now that im here, I promise you on my honour, I will not let you step a foot into this house again. Im going to get you out of here.”

You looked up at him, hesitant and unsure of how this would work, being afraid of the public gossip this action might invoke. As if reading your thoughts, Ayato wiped your tears away gently, his voice being gentle, but his words were full of anger. “I’m going to make them pay. They will spend the rest of their lives, wishing they had never dared to harm you. I will bring justice to you love, you have my word. No one harms my Family.”

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casablancarossa · 10 months ago

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Dream of me a little longer ... a taemin x reader scenarion

Help because I haven't been able to shake this scenario off my head and I'm resurrecting my tumblr to get this weight off me TT TT

Pairing: Taemin x female!Reader Genre: Fluff? maybe a little of Angst ? Warnings: None, just mild language. W.C: 6k+. I know it's long... Author's Note: Yes okay it's long, I promise its a nice lil moment. And I could not be bothered to split into two chapters. Some text is in blue.. it's implied it's spoken in Korean. Heavily written after watching Metamorph concert and listening to "I think Its Love"

☼ Sometime in the past... ☼

"Hey, Lee Taemin! Come on! We need to board the plane!"

A young woman called out, waving over a kid with plush cheeks and soft eyes and roughly tussled hair. Their hurried steps through the crowd of people made you turn your head, before looking up at your mom who was making sure you wouldn't get knocked down.

Fortunately the nimble boy, managed to avoid bumping into you but running straight to his brother with a cheeky grin, boasting about how agile he was to getting back to them but was questioning, where they were going. His mom sighed, looking her two boys, ruffling their hair stating they were going to surprise their dad who went off for a work trip.

Whilst the conversation went on, you felt your mom nudge your shoulder. "Hey y/n, look at that boys bag, he must be a senior to you!"

Sure enough, you followed her gaze and saw that this boy and you had the same backpack that had the school logo sewn into the shoulder strap, however judging from the wear and tear, the boy looked to be just a bit older than you. "Such a sweet girl, is she going to Kyunghee Elementary School too?", the boys mom asked.

Your mom stood there a little bit taken back, unsure how to form her words. She struggled with the language unlike you, and your dad was fluent, but had left minutes ago for the toilets. You could see that the other woman was also flustered, and quietly whispered to themselves trying to form an English sentence to re-communicate.

"Yes auntie! I go to school there too next month!!", you interjected, unaware your mom was flipping through her notebook looking for her practiced sentences.

"Oh! Your Korean is...very good! Ya, Taemin-ah, say hello, she goes to your school", the older woman chirped happily, encouraging her son to step forward and say hello to you and your mom.

You dad finally popped up beside you, breaking through the queue forming as he pecks your head and inquired what was happening. From what you bothered to listen to or tried to understand, you posited that the Lee family were on the same aisle as you and your parents and offered if you would like to swap seats so you could sit with the boys and play with them for the period of the flight and your parents did not seem to mind.

The younger of the two stepped forward, it was the boy with the school backpack.

"Hello, I'm Lee Taemin..."

"Oh, hello, I'm Y/N..."

☼ Sometime before May '08... ☼

You slumped back into your chair, twiddling your thumbs as you sat in front of the monitor screen. You were staring at the empty chatroom, unsure how to type your message. Sighing, you shift yourself in your seat staring down at the icon on the screen turning from grey to green. Danggit. Why is he online..., you thought to yourself.

TM: Oh I finally caught you online.

YN: Yeah... was just talking to my friends about homework..

TM: How is school?

YN: Did you hear? Boys from your year are saying that they know BoA eonnie through you.

TM: I haven't even spoken to her yet. All the sunbaes are busy...

A dry smile curled from the corner of your lips as you continue to type, passing conversations here and there. Despite having a conversation with him, you thought back to the years leading up to now.

~~~

Taemin rushed through the streets on his little bike, scarfed and bundled up, quickly waddling and knocking at your front door with much urgency. Your mom had answered the door for you, but you weren't too far behind, peeking around from behind, offering him a little wave. He quickly pestered you to get on your bike and take ride around the area with him, subtly implying he had good news to tell you before quickly bribing you with your favourite ice cream and salted egg snacks.

Hanging out with him was easy and it really didn't take much convincing on your part to drop anything and go out with him. If anything, his mom encouraged it as it was one of the rare times Taemin would be very sociable and free to express himself. Although the reason for why he had to drag you away from your studies, has yet to be explained, you carefully followed behind Taemin, who was acting fun and carefree, whenever he got excited about something. You watched him not even come to a full stop before he bounced off his bike, singing to himself.

During summer, you had spent nearly everyday with him, dancing in his living room while both of your moms were busy with their quarterly kimchi-making marathon in the other room. Sometimes, you would sing too and he would sit at the floor, staring up at you happily, excited that he was part of the rare few who could hear you sing so passionately. Taemin was more of a dancer and he was good at it despite not having any professional lessons. You could tell he was going to be great one day. Even then you could see, you were just a passing star around his sun.

It wasn't until the music room had been fully finished in your school, that following fall, that you would catch Taemin very late in the evenings, practicing piano, claiming that he would need a musical skill and he wasn't sure that his dancing or singing would get him there. When his mom brought home a keyboard, he would endlessly harass you to watch him play a new piece he had learnt and asked your opinions, if it sounded too rushed or felt off-key.

Days would go on, where Taemin would play the piano for you and you would sing for him and it was your own little world with him before the realities of school would come knocking.

You shook your head, waking up from your little reminiscing daydream as Taemin bounced out with a bag full of goodies in his hand. The pair of you drove to the nearest playground, and he begins to recount of a story about him dancing with other people in front of a panel of judges before being interviewed and you only listened on, in wonderment, wondering internally what this meant for Taemin as he had be purposely vague. The young boy didn't fully elaborate on what happened but seemed to be excited for this new chance he might get. The surprisingly warm afternoon shifted to the familiar brisk winter evening, and before you knew it, you two decided to walk the bikes back to your home, throwing the vehicle on the yard before running to the window to let your mom know that you have arrived. Her head spun quickly smiling, standing to walk towards the window with an open box in hand, commenting that you and Taemin might as well be busy and start crafting, sliding the jewellery making kit box out the window. You and Taemin began to meticulously design bracelets for each other from the kit, sitting at the covered front porch, staring at the sky as the first snow was about to stick.

"Hey y/n, let's swap..."

"It's literally the same bracelet"

"Yeah, but this way, I made yours and you made mine. Think of it like a pinkie promise, to be friends forever, support each other through everything, be with each other until the end"

"Sounds stupid.. and serious, but I like it. Okay call."

~~~

That was almost 2? No, maybe 3 years ago now. It didn't take long before news spread around the school that Taemin had auditioned for SM Entertainment and managed to get in. Everyone teased him about how he might find a pretty noona to date there instead, or how he might get fame to his head and forget all about his friends in school. Taemin did get bullied here and there, but that came along with the fact he was about to be a star. He remained adamant he wouldn't forget anyone. He repeated the same sentiments towards you when you teased him about it and he huffed quietly, more hurt that you would also think he was capable of forgetting you.

Much to your surprise, he really didn't. Despite seeing of him less as he focused on training, you were the one person he constantly checked up on. If you weren't at home, he would ask your mom if he could leave a letter, usually left on a scratch paper and very hastily scribbled messages. He would have encouraged you to join the scary world of the internet because he found a new site where you can message each other and keep up to date with what is going on in each others lives. More often than not, it would be Taemin that had more stories to share, which was way better than what you believe to be, is your very boring mundane life, focusing on your studies.

And you did follow through anyway, creating an account and adding Taemin by the username he left at the end of his last letter.

. . . .

TM: Earth to Y/N???

YN: Huh?

TM: It said you were typing for so long, I thought you had slept on the keyboard :D.

YN: oh ... no ... sorry, mom asked me if I could hang some laundry in the room.

TM: Ah, so... you're coming with my mom right?

YN: it's in a few days right? I wouldn't miss it... What are your hyungs like?

TM: Annoying TT TT

You smirked at the screen before dropping the forced emotion, realizing, Taemin's not there to question the sad look on your face. Your head turned back slightly to see the half-packed suitcase on the floor along with scraps of scrunched up paper, filled with drafts of apologies to Taemin.

The temptation to just tell him the truth right there and then would be all too relieving but by the time you had shifted your attention to the screen, Taemin's profile icon was greyed out and he had left a solid paragraph about his plans to work hard and have everyone including yourself be proud of him, he ended with a goodbye..

... Y/N-ah, wear our bracelet okay? So I can see you in the crowd. I know you'll be front row anyway, but just in case you get stuck behind someone. Missed ya you stupid face! Please cheer me on .

☼ Sometime during '12... ☼

"Hey Dad, you sure I can drop the luggage here?"

"It's your old room, be comfortable" , he yelled from downstairs, his voice growing distant, exiting the front door to grab the rest of your luggage.

You open the sliding door, seeing a more smaller and emptier room than you imagined. A roll of thick futon laid in one corner, along with the rest of your sleeping amenities, a handful of pillow and a very comfortable thick blanket. It genuinely smelt like happier memories, back when your mom and dad decided that Seoul was going to be the last stop and nothing in their career could make them move. Not yet an adult, but grown enough to understand the circumstance which led to your dad coming back to Korea full time and your mom back home with a busy law career and more importantly, finally allowing you to travel on your own to visit him.

"You sure I was the only person who stayed here?", you half joked, knowing full well that your dad had been offering spare rooms to his workmates during late night after-work drinking sessions.

"Eish... if you are going to be like your mother, I won't rescue you from spiders..." he mocked back in a sassy pouty tone.

"I'm kidding, but seriously though... try not to spend life alone.." , you mumbled, looking at your father, who looked half the man he was. He had gotten more frail in the years, probably since no one was home to make him home cooked meals, and he was grey around the edges and a little paler compared to you, but you had his eyes, which were full of light and passion. "Mom is waiting for you back home..."

The man stumbled past you to drop the remainder of your bags, which was on oversight for a 2 month visit, but packing like you are there for a much longer duration. He ruffled the top of your head, making light conversation of how you and your mom were back home and began asking if things you wanted to do in the summer.

Nothing came to mind about plans. If anything you wanted to open your old messaging site and see if any of your old classmates were still online and if they remembered you, would they still like to meet up? But the nagging voice in your head kept on telling you, not to login. What if he left messages? What if he is still leaving messages...

You had asked your dad if you could borrow his laptop in the meantime while you unpacked and thankfully all the keycaps were in familiar alphabets as your grip on the Korean language had decreased in your time away, but hopefully it was enough to reconnect with some old friends.

There was hesitation in your fingertips on why you didn't want to click on that login button. So much weight behind one action. Closing your eyes and taking a deep breath in, taking that leap of courage, you navigated towards your unread messages.

He had not been online for over 3 months, but that is the maximum display of how long a person was last seen. It could be over 3 months at this point. His last message was also from that time.

TM: Are you well? Me and the hyungs are practicing again for our comeback. It's going to be exciting. TM: You know... it feels like we are a team now. TM: Are you still singing? TM: Do you still read these messages? Y/N-ah. Reply soon okay? I'm no longer angry at you.

You scrolled back to see, he had been sending messages every few months, some of them were sad, some were filled with anger and mildly insulting languages. A scoff managed to escape you. Wow, you really are a man now Taemin. A set of paragraphs caught your attention.

As per, hot blooded teenager goes, Taemin had cursed you out for not showing up. He blamed you for not enjoying his debut stage and being made fun of his hyungs for not having his friend support him. He continued to say that if you were going to disappear, you shouldn't have given him hope that you were going to show up, after the long months on not being able to meet up because he slept in the dance studio often, much to his mom's disappointment. Taemin caps off the message wondering if his mom ever gave the CD to your dad.

CD? You don't remember such thing. Granted, you and your mom were the first to leave Korea, but your dad, for as long as you recounted, had stayed in the same address.

"Appa! Do I have any old items in the room?!", you screamed from your room, perking your ear out from over your shoulder.

"Yes! Check the wardrobe."

Scuttling towards the sliding door of the closet, you quickly brush it open and see a stack of old clothes. minor household items, and a random shoe box with random Doraemon and Hello Kitty stickers adorning the sides. Bingo. You inspected the box first. It looks like no one has touched it in years and there was this crisp crackling noise as if it had been tightly glue shut, but the glue had worn off.

In it was a collection of items you used to collect, stamps, arcade tickets, cinema tickets and an assortment of handwritten letters, all done in Taemin's writing. Did dad save these? At the bottom, was a thin parcel with aqua coloured wrapping paper. It had the signature of Taemin and 4 others with the message 'We hope to see you soon', ending with a love heart. Without opening it, you assumed it was a copy of their first album, an album that you currently have sitting in your bedroom back home with other SHINee related items.

Yes, you were a full on Shawol and you would be stupid enough to have Taemin as your bias. But you supported from the back, because Taemin was right, you were just downright despicable for not saying goodbye to him even when your mom encouraged you to leave the letter to his mom, who was 20 minute bike drive away.

No one knew where you had went; the ambiguity between your parents meant that your dad was not bothered to inform others where you had been whisked away to, as long as he got updates that you were safe and smiling. The door to your room slid open quietly. He leans across the frame, seeing pages scatter around and the CD in its wrapping beside you.

"Maybe it's because he doesn't recognize me as much, but that kid comes by the neighbourhood often and walks slowly when he passes by the building...", your dad's words were comforting. "I know it was mostly your mom and his that were friends, but I had overheard him ask about you and your mom around the neighbourhood, guess people didn't forward the message to me at the time.."

"It's okay appa... it's for the better that he doesn't know..", there was a defeat in your voice. "I was such a bad friend to him..."

Your dad clicked his tongue before rolling down his sleeves, almost as if he just said 'Come on, lets go out'.

And you did. Instead of taking the car, the two of you had opted to take public transport and walk around for the afternoon. Seoul had changed so much in the years you were gone. It felt like a completely different city. The air was different and contrary to popular belief, there are little nooks around the area that seems quiet and slow, like a brief relief from the bustling main road.

However this meant, you could hear it clearly, SHINee's Sherlock playing in stores to lure fans in to buy from their stock. Bright as day, you heard his voice. He had improved so much with his singing that he did sound like Jonghyun. Or maybe, it's because his voice dropped, but you knew his lines and its like being back in his living room, on the rare occasions he did sing, you would listen.

The pain wracked through every muscle in your chest. Taemin paid extra attention to you when you were younger. Hung onto every word you said and would follow through every promise he made. There was time he used his pocket money to buy you snacks for lunch because you had your "bad Korean tongue days", wherein by you embarrass yourself since public speaking was not your strongest suit and reading a block of Korean text was as daunting as the time you had to explain to his mom why he got injured, falling off his bike on your behalf.

Ah, the true pains of puppy love, you thought to yourself as you continued to absentmindedly walk beside your dad, who was nudging you this whole time, asking if you wanted to investigate the commotion down the street.

It had been apparent that there seems to be a film crew nearby and shocking amount of high school girls roughly around your age, squealing in excitement. You had pushed through halfway into the crowd with your dad, still unaware of what was happening, although the soondae soup restaurant you wanted to go to was just after where the crowd had formed. You might as well be nosy and see what the fuss was about.

Well didn't curiosity kill the cat, when you heard a name being screamed from behind you.

From across the crowd, 5 good-looking guys where strolling with a camera man following them and a host with cue cards and mic, interviewing them. It was Shinee in the flesh, but more importantly it was Taemin in the flesh with about 25+ raging teenagers in between you two, but no doubt he was the same petite frame, trudging along the back, behind his band members, camera shy and playing that extra coy, innocent angel look towards the fangirls.

Soon, unbeknownst to you, you had been slowly pushed through the crowd, now walking in the inner circle that surround Shinee and film crew. But this is a blessing in disguise was just few feet away and you could probably grab onto your dad and drag him out of the pandemonium.

"Ah appa! There's a gap here, come on we'll miss the special lunch menu!" you managed to shout, but to your detriment it had caused Taemin to turn around.

His eyes flittered around, scanning the group of people before him, thankfully the crew had stopped walking and were interviewing Shawols on the street. He could hear the sound of his heart beating in his ear. That voice, it struck and resonated in him, it took a while to focus his eyes at the general direction of the sound that stirred him.

There amongst the crowd, two hands holding in the air, someone from the other side trying to drag their dad back out of the group of people, on the wrist of one, was a lilac and green beaded bracelet with a cat charm in the middle. His eyes darted down to check his own wrists and just as he expected, buried in the dark earth toned bracelets, his stylists made him wear, underneath hid an identical bracelet albeit in alternating colours to the one he just saw but it had a cat charm too. His flipped the charm with his index fingers, revealing the very rough and badly embossed marking on the back, revealing your initials, same as the way your charm would have his initials too.

☼ Sometime after now... ☼

"Sonyu eonnie!! I'm here", you eagerly called out for you friend as you rush down the steps of the arena.

You looked around and saw that bar a few stragglers, the venue looked like it had just been recently emptied as the clean up crew haven't even began brushing confetties off the floor. It was a pretty big venue too and that impressed you a lot to know that it was packed judging from how long you waited in the car park for, to let the exiting crowd to reduce.

In a stretched out booth were a bunch of monitors, scattered and tangled wires, all set up to keep an eye on the concert, control mic levels, music levels and lightings. Your sunbae from an old school sat in the middle, smiling from ear to ear as she waved you over but yelling to be careful and not trip over any rogue wires.

"Oh? Someone looks like they had a good work day. How was the concert?", you chirpped, taking a seat beside the hagard looking woman who was slumped back into her seat with cables in her hands.

"It went great, no accidents, things ran smoothly, Taemin sounded nice too"

The inner corner of your lips twitched at the name. "Shinee's Taemin?"

"Oh are you a fan? You should have told me! I could have gotten you in for free", her words caused panic inside of you.

The last time you saw him in person was at a fan-sign event. Boldly wearing a mask, you stood at the front row to cheer him on. You may not be as close as friends, barely even acquaintances, but you had bumped into his mom, weeks prior, saying how delighted Taemin would be to see you and offered a ticket that she was going to give to friend's daughter. When you asked it to be a surprise, she didn't utter a word to her son. When it was time to line up and have a poster signed, you quickly turned on your heel and ran away. You also knew, he probably didn't recognize you, despite the minor scene you had caused that did get the Shinee members' attention.

You went out of your way to find Taemin's mom, who still lived near the area you grew up in, and apologized to her for not following through with the plan to surprise Taemin, and asked if she could just not tell Taemin that you were around. She was quick to beg if you had any way of being contacted by Taemin. She promised that she would be discreet in how she would drop the topic on him. You hmm'd and haa'd at the prospect before stating that you had been staying at the same address since you were a kid, being generous enough to leave a note of the address in case Taemin or his mom had forgotten.

After that encounter you never really heard from Taemin for almost 6/7 years? His mom had been in contact quite recently, after bumping into your mom when she visited Korea and the communication has been somewhat regular.

Sonyu eonnie, nudged your shoulder trying to get your attention. "Hey hey, some of the staff are going out to eat and maybe drink to celebrate. Do you want to join me?"

You weren't going to turn down food and drinks, so you nodded and waited for her to get ready, calling over the other PD-eonnies who were part of the crew that was going out to eat. It didn't take long before a crowd gathered all talking about what food they wanted to eat and where was going to be empty enough to host a big group.

Ever so slightly, the formed group would attempt to make it out of the hall, now suddenly being probably the last of staff to get out as the clean-up crew had already finished minutes beforehand, and you were happy enough to be able to partake in conversations and the staff were so welcoming towards you.

By the time you guys had walked through the double doors that led to the hallway with the staff exit, the group gathered, waiting for everyone and whether a decision had been made within all that ruckus. You and Sonyu kept on insisting for soju and barbeque, giggling as suddenly everyone suddenly craved for barbeque and began to speak to about their favourite cuts and how their respective partners were good and grilling meat.

In the chaos, you didn't notice it, but some of the staff members began bowing and waving towards the other side of the hallway.

"Well done Lee Taemin. You worked very well! Thank you for working so hard!"

Echoes of along those line were all cheered out and you followed the gaze of the crowd and Taemin was smiling and waving back, thanking the staff members for all of their hard work and for taking care of him. But even then, he was distracted, because he knew, he wasn't imagining it. He knows that you know that he can recognize you. He has been staring at you and tried to stay calm about it.

As if you were teens again, time stood still and he couldn't believe his eyes but he even second guessed himself, unsure how to confirm it was you, his childhood friend, someone he thought would be there for him until the end.

With the spirit and mood being so high, you could partially make out that the staff was inviting Taemin to come out as well and the remaining SHINee members who had stuck behind to leave with Taemin. You shook your head as if to say, you didn't want Taemin to agree to join, because that would mean you had to interact, it would be rude not to. Before another comment could be made, you were hurriedly whisked away, Sonyu dragging you to your car and quickly searching the BBQ restaurant on her phone.

It wasn't a far drive either, but hopefully you could eat in peace without Taemin nearby, knowing that your stomach wouldn't settle at all with the anxiety going through you. Sonyu patted your shoulder inquiring how you were and you replied that you were fine.

"I'll stay in the car for a bit and just let dad know where I am, if you can go in and get our order in now, we don't have to wait for me", you told your eonnie, which she took at face value, hopping out of the car and rushing to her friends.

You really didn't know how to make of the situation. Abandoning your friend would not make a good impression with the rest of the team, however, acting like Taemin doesn't exist in front of everybody might make everyone think you were downright crazy. It was a coinflip and at the point your stomach had growled so much that you decided, Fuck it. I will eat a whole pig.

As you prepared to get out of the car and close the door behind you, a voice, loud and clear spoke up.

"Y/N?"

Maybe if you pretend you don't know who he is calling out, you could still walk away from this place. So much for some soju and BBQ tonight.

"Y/N please, do you remember me?" Taemin repeated chasing after you a bit before darting forward to block you next step, with his arms wide open. "I know you know I recognized you"

"I'm sorry but you must be tired" you denied the allegations, before ducking from his spread arms. and continued walking the opposite direction of the restaurant.

"You're breaking mom's heart over this", he yells out, causing you to spin on your heel.

You have always held his mom with such respect, she was indeed like your second come whenever you were back home in Korea and from your impression, Taemin's mom never really brought up Taemin or the idea of contacting Taemin on your behalf and was content in keeping in contact with you from time to time, along with your mother. So to you, it was an insult to you that Taemin has claimed that you have hurt his mom's feelings.

"Are you really going to make a scene in public?", the bewildered stare in your eyes was enough for him to stand down, knowing a crowd would form if they recognized him through his cap and mask. You hissed through gritted teeth. "Besides, why do you care?"

"You were my best friend, the only one who didn't... ", Taemin paused before closing the distance between you. "Yes it was ages ago and I have tried to heal from it, but school? Training? My so called buddies? They were hell. You were the only friend I had who understood"

There it was. He still had it, the crack in his voice that pulled at your heartstrings. There was no point in denying that you had closely followed Taemin as a celebrity, and even more so recently when he has done lives and spoken to fans. Taemin was so bubbly and happy and maybe it was just for show to the fans, but deep inside, did you really take the façade in its face value. Like he said, you were the only one who understood his struggles before he developed friendships in the company. But why now, did he make you feel like the balance of his happiness and sanity rested on your hands? "Come on Taem, it's been what? 15 years? More?", there was hint of pain tangled in your voice.

"And you think mom hasn't shared stories? You think your mom didn't tell her the stories of you supporting me?"

"Oh-- so now it's a crime to be your fan?!"

"No..."

"Then what do you want from me?"

"I just wanted you to come back! You could have contacted me, instead you made mom hide the fact that you two have been talking" he rattled, trying to suppress how loud he was yelling at you. "I needed you in my life and you didn't think of asking me instead of asking about me"

A struggled laugh managed to break from your throat. You had been facing off with someone who for the most part was your idol, your celebrity crush and not as your childhood friend or as your childhood crush .The irony was not lost on you that plenty of girls would kill to be in your shoes, to hear Taemin scream, he needed them in his life. But he was right, nothing was stopping you, but you feared even a friendship with him, would rattle the fandom and hurt you.

Your stifled laughter, caused Taemin to roll his eyes and let out an angered growl. pacing in front of you, trying to scan the surroundings and whether the interaction had generated public viewing, but it has been relatively quiet, any passer-by maybe just assumed that the two of you were a couple fighting.

"Like I said. it has been 15 years. I don't really think there anything for us to go back to", you muttered defeatedly, finally looking at him in the eyes, while struggling not to let a tear fall.

He bit his lip. You hate it when he does that. He rolled his eyes, quickly moving to grab your wrist and pulling the sleeve of your coat further up to you elbow. "Then why are you still wearing it, if you don't care?", he says while lifting your arm up. Surely within view, on your wrist and his, were similar bracelets of lilac and green with a very worn out cat charm. Taemin's initials were decorated on your charm while yours were on his, although you noticed it seemed like Taemin had gone over the carving, to make it stand out more, whereas yous was faded and blurry. It took a lot of strength to not buckle where you were standing. It was embarrassing to admit that you never took it off unless you were going into water. It didn't matter to you that it clashed with outfits or looked out of place with the rest of your accessories. It was the only trinket that reminded you of a happier time with him. A time that you got to share with him. A promise to be there for him, even if you were away. Like you always said and thought. I'm just a passing star in your sunlight Taemin.

Your breathing had slowly picked up, it was causing your heart to almost implode within you. Dammit. There can't be waterworks, not now. The tension was different and sharp enough to cut through skin. This caused you to raise your head slightly, looking at him with teary eyes, almost pleading with him to not press on the matter further. What right did the two of you have to pick up where you left of. Both now older with years of stories, characteristics and emotions that it felt impossible to catch up on all of that, for what was puppy love. There may be tension, but the way his eyes meets yours lets you know that you were on the same page, the same emotional wavelength, the same questions. You two were only kids back then, but had you stuck around or come back sooner, would Taemin try for something more? Would you have allowed him to? Would he have fought for me, if it went any further? His fingers finally release and the grip on your wrist drops. "You know, when I saw you at the arena, I almost went crazy", he began, dancing around his words. "It's like my heart was about to burst", his own breathing had began staggering as if what he was about to say would cause a panic attack, "I never forgot you, I hated you when you left, because it's like you pulled the support plug away from me before I had a chance to breath. I hated you because for years, I dreamt about you randomly as if you were here and I thought I could distract myself from it, but I could not. I hated you, because I never got a chance to love you."

So direct, so raw, Taemin laid his heart out right in front of you, his eyes burning with passion holding tears that would eventually cause him to come undone, but he was staying strong, his resolve to admit to you how heartbroken he was and not understanding at what capacity he held you in his own heart.

Your own desires reflected his own, granted a bit biased, but you had never let the fact you admired him a celebrity clouded the fact that you did wish, that you fought your own mind sometimes, to make the push to interact with Taemin all those years ago. You questioned the words that fell from your lips, almost catching them as they left.

"Well I'm here now!" you exclaimed, relaxing your body and opening your arms out slightly, as if it was to taunt the man in front of you. "What will you do then? You can't expect me to believe you after all this --- ".

Taemin didn't falter in the next few moves. As quick as you announced that you were indeed there and present.

"Give me a chance, to prove that this is real--" he began and before you could reply, his hands had cupped your face, pulling himself towards you and plant a kiss on your lips. It was timid but not of his own volition. Like he was holding back. Like he was restraining so much passion within him to not weigh the kiss. Like he was respecting you enough to let you know, you could pull away anytime if you didn't like it.

But you did. it was like the thousand unspoken words between the two of you were finally said in a single kiss. Not necessarily deepening the kiss, catching your breath momentarily, but definitely going for another, and you had found your body leaning in and up, your fingers cling onto the sides of his jacket sleeves, gripping tightly. Taemin's hand wander to your back, pulling you in, his own hands clawing at your jacket. The silent agreement that you both feared losing each other was loud for anyone to see. When you finally pulled your head back, your eyes met him and there was a peaceful happiness in them, because you both knew, you did kiss him back with as much intent and need. "You know, we have a lot to catch up on, I don't think we were the same kids as before", you mumbled at him, fixing the collar of his jacket.

"Yes but now we are a bit older and know what we want, what we are like. We can approach this as adults now. All I know is what I've wanted back then and want I was now is still the same, but now it's more serious more adult let's say", he whispered, now fully encapsulating your frame in an embrace and refusing to let go of you.

You tilt your head and stared at him, questioning his words.

"Since then and even until now, I wished for you to love me. Yes it may have been different forms back then but I think I knew, it's love, that I felt for you."

A smile crept up your lips and quickly pecked the corner of his lips before pushing past him to walk towards the BBQ place. "Taemin-ah come on, don't want to miss out on your first date do you?!", you called back out to him, giggling as you his face light up and rush towards you to walk back to the restaurant that you had tried to walk away from.

There was a slight pause as you two had reached the doorstep, it was so loud inside, you don't think anyone realized , the two of you were mere distance away, practically confessing to each other.

"It's going to be hard to pretend like I'm not into you right now" he whispered in your ear as he swing the restaurant door open, greeting the concert staff and his hyungs. "Sonyu noona! I saw your friend tried to bail, I took the liberty to dragging her back in so we can enjoy some food!", he gleefully lied before setting you across from him on the table.

Your face was flushed with embarrassment before kicking Taemin lightly on the shins under the table all the while Sonyu was inquiring what had taken your phone call with your dad for so long.

Taemin smiled coyly before trading glances with you throughout the night, assured that for the first time, he could dream about you and wake up knowing, you were still there for him.

#taemin scenario #taemin x reader #taemin #taemin shinee #taemin angst #taemin fluff

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jihyocentric · 2 years ago

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hi lumi could you write sugar mommy au where jihyo and tzuyu are outside running errands or at an event and jihyo has a plug stuffed in her ass and a vibrator in her pussy. tzuyu has a vibrating cockring and a plug too. both of them have each others remotes and the first person who breaks gets punished later ;) if you think another couple would do this instead feel free to change it!

(not really a punishment but let's roll with it! also it wasn't supposed to get this long but oh well)

tzuyu wasn't the best at pretending.

it wasn't the first time jihyo brought her along to have dinner with some friends, but this time jihyo decided to make things interesting. tzuyu wasn't sure when 'interesting' became 'torture', but she barely talked the entire night. at least she had an excuse for herself, as she was introverted and jihyo would answer things in her behalf if anybody tried to start a conversation with tzuyu. it was a protective behavior that tzuyu was thankful for, especially that night.

nobody suspected a thing, but jihyo was having fun watching tzuyu struggle whenever she increased the vibration of tzuyu's cockring. tzuyu had a hard time, quite literally, because at some point her boxers were straining. she eventually realized she could do the same to jihyo, but it took long minutes of her trying to stay still on that chair. all she needed was to open the app on her phone and get back at jihyo.

so she did, and jihyo looked at tzuyu sharply when the younger increased the intensity of the vibration on the toy stuck in her panties, showing tzuyu she wasn't pleased about it. well, her body was, and tzuyu knew it from the way jihyo rubbed her thighs together and dropped the cutlery.

jihyo thought she would've handled it better, she really did, because she wasn't the type to come easily and she was more than familiar with toys like those, unlike tzuyu. but the knowledge that there were a bunch of friends surrounding them at the table and that they could easily get caught made everything worse. jihyo sank her nails in tzuyu's covered thigh as she came, crossing her legs tightly and keeping quiet, pretending it was nothing. she might've come sooner, but at least she was still able to play it off as nothing.

tzuyu threw her a cheeky smile that made jihyo regret her choices from earlier, wanting to make that smile go away and show tzuyu who was really in charge. but tzuyu had played fair and square. jihyo could do nothing but accept it, even if she had previously planned a perfect punishment for tzuyu, convinced that tzuyu would come before her.

when they got home, jihyo wasn't surprised by being lifted off the ground, but she huffed, not happy with how things turned out.

"don't be so cocky." jihyo all but growled, and tzuyu stopped, cornering jihyo against a wall, still holding the older woman on her lap.

"you lost." tzuyu said smugly, knowing she was touching jihyo's wound. "you came like a whore in front of your friends, and now you're going to do anything i want."

jihyo wasn't fazed by that. she sank her nails in tzuyu's cheeks, getting so close that their noses touched, ready to put tzuyu back in place. "remember who you're talking to."

"oh you're gonna love this, mommy." tzuyu ignored jihyo's squeal when she pulled back and took her into their room.

tzuyu's cock twitched, already hard in her trousers. she loved being the target of jihyo's anger, thinking it was hot to fuck jihyo when she was clearly pissed off. the best part of it was that even if jihyo wanted to jump at her neck, she would still take tzuyu her deep and show how much she liked it.

tzuyu knew exactly what she wanted. the moment jihyo decided to wear that dress that barely covered her tits, tzuyu knew they would be her prize — if she managed to make jihyo come before her, and she did. she put jihyo down and licked her own lip, looking at jihyo's cleavage hungrily.

jihyo crossed her arms under her chest, both trying to look angry and teasing tzuyu, well aware of the fact that doing that made her tits more plump and exposed.

"kneel." tzuyu told her as she sat down at the edge of the bed. jihyo took a deep breath, still sulking about losing at her own game, but she did what she was told.

without asking, tzuyu pulled the straps of jihyo's dress down, and then the upper part of jihyo's dress was around her waist and her tits were bare. knowing jihyo hadn't been wearing a bra all night was painful in many ways, and now tzuyu was getting her reward for enduring everything jihyo had put her through.

"i'm starting to think you're all bark no bite." jihyo teases when tzuyu spends too long just looking at her chest, and it was her time to be cocky. "if you want mommy to take over all you have to do is ask, baby."

"shut up." tzuyu snaps at her and jihyo feels her panties flooding, secretly loving it when tzuyu got smug.

tzuyu unzips her trousers hurriedly, pulling it all the way down along with her boxers, taking the cockring off. jihyo had turned it off a few seconds after she came and lost the bet, but tzuyu never got soft. she had been hard for hours, and now it was jihyo's problem to deal with.

"suck it good," tzuyu orders, holding the back of jihyo's head so she could guide the older woman to her cock. jihyo had no time to complain or do another snarky remark, getting her mouth filled by tzuyu's cock, tasting the salty precum. "make sure to get it wet."

jihyo moans around the length, closing her eyes and taking tzuyu's cock deep into her throat, loving to suck on it. tzuyu stops her too soon, and jihyo knows what tzuyu really wants. with her eyes dark with lust, tzuyu lifts jihyo and throws her on the bed, straddling jihyo until her cock was at the same level as her breasts.

"you're so cute when you're this desperate for my tits." jihyo coos, and for a second tzuyu breaks, whining as jihyo held her own breasts and made a tight passage for tzuyu. "fuck them, baby."

tzuyu seemed to realize what was going on, and she narrowed her eyes at jihyo, a hand gripping the woman's throat tightly. "stop it, i'm in charge!"

jihyo nods and holds back a smile. and then tzuyu takes off, letting go of jihyo's neck so she could breathe. moving her hips forward, tzuyu fucks jihyo's tits, relishing in how tender they felt, smothering her cock completely. tzuyu grunted, watching attentively as her cock slid against the skin, slick with her precum and spit. at some point she replaced jihyo's hands with hers, feeling the hardened nipples in her palm as she held jihyo's tits.

when tzuyu comes her body trembles, balls tensing before she releases her load all over jihyo's tits and face. she made a mess, and if tzuyu hadn't won that bet, jihyo would make her pay for coating her in cum.

jihyo cleans her face with her fingers and tastes tzuyu's cum, making the younger's cock jerk, still trapped between her tits. "you always come so much when i let you fuck my tits."

"did you come this much when you lost our bet?" tzuyu counters cockily, flipping jihyo on the bed so she was prone.

jihyo laughs teasingly, feeling tzuyu get rid of her dress. "see it yourself."

"looks pretty wet to me." tzuyu replies, taking jihyo's panties off along with the vibrator attached to it, the only thing left was the plug in jihyo's ass. "i already know what i want next."

"fuck," jihyo moans when tzuyu pushes the plug deeper, clenching around it as tzuyu took it off. "not there, baby..."

"i want it here." tzuyu says stubbornly.

jihyo's body betrays her when tzuyu sinks her shaft inside her ass. she didn't expect to end up lying on her stomach with tzuyu on top of her, in her mind it would've been really the opposite but she wasn't complaining.

sometimes tzuyu forgets how big she is, and jihyo buries her face in the pillows as tzuyu forces herself deeper, uncaring of jihyo's whimpers. jihyo was lubed up enough, and it wasn't jihyo's first time taking tzuyu there, so it was easier to slide in.

tzuyu wondered if jihyo would try to get back at her later, but the thoughts of being dealt with by her mommy only fueled her need to take jihyo, trapping the older woman against the bed as she fucked into her.

"tzuyu..." jihyo calls, moaning against the pillow, nails sinking in the sheets. "tzuyu!"

"what," tzuyu manages to say, panting with the effort. "what do you want, mommy?"

"god," jihyo whines at a deeper thrust. "fuck me faster!"

tzuyu groans, not wanting to take orders from her but she can't say no to that request. supporting herself on her elbows, tzuyu uses all of her strength to move her hips harder, faster, making jihyo clamp down around her as she rammed past the tightness of her ass.

jihyo was completely surrounded by tzuyu, and she had tzuyu inside of her so deliciously that it left her breathless, coating the bed with slick, making her own mess now. tzuyu kissed down the exposed part of jihyo's neck, feeling a certain tightness on her stomach, at the edge of another orgasm.

tzuyu rutted against her, hearing a sharp cry from the older woman, and then jihyo was clenching tight around her and coming hard. the feeling made tzuyu come undone, unable to move with how tight jihyo squeezed around her, spilling hot cum into jihyo's ass intimately, her body falling on top of jihyo as she panted.

"tzu, you're heavy." jihyo hissed, and tzuyu sighed softly as she tried to pull out of jihyo. the moment tzuyu managed to slip out, her cum trickled out of jihyo thickly, making tzuyu's half hard shaft attempt to come back to its full power. "don't even think about it."

tzuyu pouts. "but-"

"i need a shower. i feel nasty," jihyo says, turning around so she could look at tzuyu's face. "i know i lost the bet but i need a break. after that you can do whatever you want with mommy."

"anything?" tzuyu asks. she wanted to lay her head on jihyo's chest, but it was still glistening her cum.

jihyo nods. "anything."

tzuyu mashes her lips together, already thinking about the things she still wanted to do with jihyo. good thing that she was patient.

#anon #jihyo #tzuyu #jitzu #sugarmommy!jihyo #g!p #fill

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lightningmickqueen · 2 years ago

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Wait who is Ann Neal?

tw for grooming!!

ok anon i fully typed this up in the notes app. please keep in mind this is an opinion based off years of watching f1 and we don't know either of them personally but also it's fucking weird

Ann Neal is Mark Webber’s wife/manager/questionable person. Almost everything I’m going to talk about next is from Mark’s book Aussie Grit which everyone should read

She is 17 years older than Mark (as per the public info on their company’s registration), which maybe wouldn’t be a problem if they started dating at their current ages but they first met and got together when Mark was 17. She was also his manager during the early part of his career. more below the cut now!!

In his book Mark talks about how their relationship went from professional to personal during the FIRST trip to Europe. Please keep in mind this was his FIRST attempt to grow his career, his first time away from home, and he knew nobody but her, his manager, who is like 17 years older than him and should know better.

Like this woman was in a position of power, had his career in his hands, and was on a separate continent where literally the only person he knows is her.

Mark said in his book that even his mum wasn’t happy about it, and also that Ann’s kid views Mark as a big brother…like ok

In Aussie Grit Mark literally wrote Ann’s first impression of him. Please keep in mind he was SEVENTEEN (17) and she was 34.

“I liked how bold and cheeky he was, and how mature he seemed. When I asked someone how old he was, I was shocked when they said 17 - he was confident beyond his years.”

LIKE?? The fact she went from thinking and saying this about a 17 year old to becoming his manager and then very quickly starting to hook up with him to having a relationship is CRAZY. She also apparently remembers what he was wearing that day - like girl why were you looking so hard?!?!

They moved to England then and didn’t know anyone else and became codependent and Mark has said she was the only one, other than himself, who believed that his F1 dream could happen. It’s very cute in that it obviously ended up happening, but please keep in mind that this is still his manager and a woman almost two decades older than him.

Mark said his parents’ weren’t happy with the relationship, and at one point he went back to Australia for a break (from racing and a temporary break up with Ann because it got too serious too fast) and got a new management company and started dating someone else. Ann wasn’t happy, and Mark said she “wasn’t prepared to hang around and watch young love undermine all we’d worked so hard for”

Like. This is now not just his former manager, but also his EX GIRLFRIEND. He’s got a new girlfriend now and a new management and Mark then decided his personal life was now affecting his driving, so he broke up with the two newbies and went back to Ann because Ann wasn’t happy.

So six months after the break up and Mark groveling, saying “I want to come home,” Mark left Australia and moved back in with Ann and her son in England. Like at this point he was what? 20? And he’s basically settled down for life with a much older woman and her kid (sound familiar).

Obviously I do not know Ann or Mark but the way this reads to me and probably anyone who’s read the book is that she was looking out for herself and herself only. She had an opportunity and she took it while manipulating an 18/19 year old man who did not know any better and whose career she held in her hands!!! LIKE.

Anyway here are some pics of her looking old as fuck . Credit to motorsport images for keeping pics up for 50 million years so we can always find the good shit

ann with mark in october 1996. mark was 20, she’s 37

ann with mark's dad in 2004

ann with mark and the fam in 2006 - mark's 30th birthday. ann is 47

july 2009 - mark was 33, ann was 50

nov 2010 - mark was 34

in 2018 - mark was 36/37 (i forgot what month this was taken)

thank u to @brakingpoint and @multi-twentyone for their assistance in this research project

#mark webber #f1 #formula 1 #do i get bonus points for the kelly piquet reference #it's fucking weird!#grooming

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arcandoria · 1 month ago

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Prompt: Harrowing & Vallaslin

for Veilguard30, featuring Ekko Trevelyan and Serilyel (Mahariel) Lavellan on ao3

Serilyel didn’t know if the tower of Ostwick’s Circle looked particularly serene this evening, or with the stress of the past few years finally gone, she was seeing it with new eyes. There were a few dozen windows on the upper parts of the tower that emanated soft warm light, but the majority of them were dark. It wasn’t late, but she assumed most mages preferred to sleep than to wrestle the lack of light to do anything else.

She’d never been in there, of course. She wasn’t a mage, not even from Ostwick, so she was limited to passing the wall surrounding the tower’s gardens — and to stay there.

She didn’t mind. It was graceful enough from Bann Octavian to make use of his connections with the Chantry and the Order to make it possible for her to even be there. Those small stolen moments were enough to appease her heart.

And tonight was special.

Clutching at the satchel on her lap, she glances again towards the side entrance from the tower into the small bower where she waits, surrounded by gently cared for clusters of Crystal Grace. She’d seen them bigger and healthier in the wilds, but they were still pretty.

The door flies open, and she almost drops the bag as she starts, eyeing the flustered mage almost stumbling out of the building.

“Oh shi— I’m so sorry, I thought it was—” The young mage looks back, to another woman in robes that stares at her reprovingly but otherwise unbothered.

“Go on,” The older woman urged. “You have an hour.”

“Yes Senior Enchanter.”

The door closes, and when she turns, Serilyel is already on her feet. Ekko’s pale cheeks are rosy, so are the pointed tips of her ears — she was always excited by nature, but right now she was glowing.

Thankfully they were apart enough to give Seril time to brace for her sister’s charge. And she ran fast for someone in a dress.

Ekko was giggling when she threw her arms around her sister. The cheeky, satisfied type of giggling. “I did it!” She beamed, quietly not to get reprimanded by the patrolling templars nearby. “I finally did it!”

Still trying to both hold her and keep the balance, Seril nods with a smile that would only get as wide when Ekko was involved. “Like I knew you would.”

They part, and Ekko brings both hands to cover her lips before pacing shortly around. She probably had been keeping it together in front of her fellow mages and the templars.

The Harrowing had been haunting her for years now. Ekko was never the academic sort, and with the ritual looking more like the chopping block than a rite of adulthood, she’d been terrified her nerves and lack of technique would get in the way.

Serilyel knew that Bann Trevelyan would never accept his daughter being made Tranquil, but she wondered just how much influence he had for it to not be an option in case she failed the ritual.

Stepping back towards the stone bench she’d been sitting on, Serilyel pats the seat next to her as she pulls open the satchel. “And since Ekaterine is a big mage girl now,” She grabs hold of the bundle in the bag, then unfurls it to reveal its contents: a wooden pen, engraved with delicate details that look like twisting vines and a tip sharpened to the finest point, a small pouch she’d done the best to keep upright the whole travel, and a small wooden bowl decorated in the same fashion as the needle. “she gets her big girl tattoo.”

“You didn’t.” Ekko whispers, hurrying to sit close as if she’d just show her stolen treasure. “Seril— you will get in trouble for this.”

The elf shrugs. “Probably.”

“Isn’t it… I don’t know, heresy. Or something.”

Her gaze remains impassive. “If the Creators are going to be upset at me for loving my sister, they have their priorities wrong.” Serilyel smiles again. “Besides, I’m not giving you vallaslin, I don’t have the artistic talent for that.”

Ekko’s still uncertain, eyes flowing from between the pouch on her sister’s hand and her face, before a smirk inevitably cracks again. “What color is it?”

Seril’s smile widens. “Purple, of course.”

They settle on the bench facing each other, and Serilyel explains they’ll have to remain in silence. Ekko may raise her hand if she needs a break, but she must endure the whole process without any cry of pain, and with the flinching to a minimum. She’s instructed to meditate (as Serilyel herself was supposed to, as well), and although Seril can see her sister isn’t sure on what about, Ekko closes her eyes, takes a deep breath and nods so they may start.

Serilyel realizes how difficult it is to meditate and ink someone, and has to admit some admiration to the Keeper’s work on her vallaslin.

Her mind wanders, though, as she holds her sister’s face gently but firmly in place, and presses the needle to her skin, allowing Ekko an initial flinch as she accommodates to the pain. She’s the spitting image of Nawyn Lavellan, albeit lacking some of the fully elven features. Serilyel had taken after her own father, but Ekko could easily be mistaken by their mother. Aside from her ears that were supposed to make a round loop but instead took to small sharp ends, her eyes had the same uncanny bright green often only seen on elves, though they didn’t fill so much of her face as a full elf’s would. Both Nawyn and Ekko’s father had blonde hair, but the soft red tint to it indicated she’d inherited the tone from their mother.

And now, with her Harrowing completed, she knew Ekko would be allowed to keep the other trait she’d inherited from Nawyn: the cheer, the kindness… even the sass. With no risk of Tranquility in sight, she’d remain herself and keep her personality.

The design is simple, a decorative line that flows just above her left cheekbone that alludes to a vine but isn’t quite one, and three small circles underneath it: to unite the three of them in symbol. Ekko takes it bravely despite the pain, asking only once for a short respite, but they only take half of their allotted hour to get it done and finished.

“There.” Seril says quietly. “It’s done.”

Ekko brings hesitant fingertips to the tattooed area, her eyes opening, but stops before she can touch the irritated skin. She tries a smile, wary the expression would hurt once her cheeks were pushed, but none came.

She sways between taking a break to speak and just remaining quiet for a few seconds, before asking softly. “We could have done that with normal ink. Why go through all that work?”

Pressing her lips together, Serilyel looks down to her lap, where the bowl with ink and the tattooing pen sit, and sets them aside on the bench behind her. “The Harrowing is the closest thing you’ll get as a rite to adulthood, so it only felt fitting you got something to celebrate that.”

She turns, and takes Ekko’s hands on hers. “It’s just ink. The moment is what matters. And it’s just my way of saying I’m proud of you.”

Ekko’s grip on her hand increases, and her mouth twists as she looks away, trying not to cry. Her eyes are watery when she looks back again after a sniff, then smiles. “So your way of saying you’re proud of me is stabbing me with a needle repeatedly? Feels like you.”

Seril scowls. “There it goes, moment ruined. I should have done your whole face.”

Bursting into a fit of giggling, Ekko is on her again, and she’s barely ready this time. Stiffening up and holding her back just in time not to fall behind on top of the very old, very valuable set of inking, she laughs too, swaying them both a little.

“Thank you.” Ekko sniffs again, face buried on her sister’s shoulder. “I— it’s silly, but the Harrowing, and this just now… I feel like I belong.”

Serilyel squeezes her sister tighter.

#dragon age #ekko trevelyan #serilyel mahariel of the lavellan #halk writes #veilguard30

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