#other than that i really enjoyed making his robe and now i kinda want one just like it

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Lust & Love & Loss

Pairing: Yunho x f reader

Genre: angst, smut, a sprinkling of fluff

Word count: 10.5k

Summary: Graduation was meant to be celebrated, you knew that. But all you wanted was distraction, now that you knew how bad of a granddaughter you'd been.

Warnings: smut, MDNI, semi-public sex, safe sex (we love condoms), degradation and praise, throat fucking, spanking, dom/sub dynamics, (it's kinda nasty but he obviously loves her)

A/n: Just lost a grandparent and this is how I'm coping 😭 idk what that says about me. I hope y'all enjoy <3

"How does it feel to be a college graduate?"

You slowly turn your head over your right shoulder, eyes locking with your favorite grad student. No longer a grad student, now that he'd graduated too. His cap is still on, gown blowing gently in the wind. It barely reaches past his knees, his jeans and scuffed converse sticking out underneath.

"You couldn't even be bothered to wear some nice shoes for graduation?" you ask, eyes narrowing.

"It's not fair that my feet are on display when everyone else's aren't. I can't believe they don't have a longer size than this one," he responds, staring back at you, his eyes so obviously trailing to your lips. You know that look, at least you're pretty sure you do, and you have a feeling you know exactly why he's here talking to you.

"Well I still wore nice shoes," you say, pulling up your gown to reveal your platform black leather boots.

"Aren't you special," he jokes.

"Now I've got a college degree like everyone else," you chuckle, rolling your eyes and looking around at the sea of robes around you, the meandering families and friends taking photos with and hugging their loved ones.

"Are your friends here?" he asks, looking around too, suddenly looking a little nervous.

"No, they already left. Jenna has work today and Mags is helping out with set up and take down so she had to run. Well, I told her to run. It's volunteer, so, you know, she could have stayed longer," you look back to him, eyes flitting up and down awkwardly. You don't know why you still get this way with him, after two years of knowing each other. "I didn't feel like standing around and making a moment of it. Just any other day," you laugh, looking back up.

The intensity, the darkness, it roils beneath your surface, and you really fucking hope it doesn't show all over your face. You were in no mood to celebrate, not after the past few weeks you'd had. Yunho didn't dare ask again why your family wasn't here, because the last time he'd asked you'd shut him down so harshly that he knew to never broach the subject again. At least, not on a crowded football field filled with many students who may or may not know you. Maybe another time, in a more private location, he could get the answer from you, but he knew his wish was unlikely to come true.

"I know you don't like celebrating things, but me and Mingi and San are having people over to our place tonight. It'll just be close friends, everyone you already know. If you'd like to come, have some fun, you know, loosen up a bit," he smirks at you, holding his hands behind his back and tilting his head to the side.

"You can just say you want to fuck me, you know," you shoot back, crossing your arms over your chest. "Yun-ho," you drawl, laughing at your own stupid play on words.

"I like hanging out with you too, you know," he mocks you.

"Is that so?" you ask, raising your eyebrows.

"We might not have many more opportunities to, before I'm off to Maine," he says, and you can't explain why it shoots through you so painfully. So deeply. It's like there's a deep scar it's reopening, or something inside that's never fully healed. You don't like it.

You really don't like it.

"What time?" you ask, blinking back the thin layer of tears that so quickly formed, eyeing him more harshly than you realize.

"We're ordering food from that Chinese place San likes, probably like seven or so, but you can come whenever. What should we order for you?" he asks.

"Oh, y'all don't have to get me food, it's okay," you shake your head, remembering your leftover lentil soup in the fridge. You should really eat that up today, before it goes bad.

You don't want to lose it.

Why do I care?

"Chicken or tofu with your fried rice?" he asks.

"Tofu," you answer, eyes falling to the ground a moment. That feeling, I really fucking hate it, you think. You want it to stop, you're desperate. You'd been numb all morning, able to go through the motions of getting dressed and walking to the stadium without a single feeling.

Why am I feeling it now?

"Wait, no seriously, you don't have to get me anything, I have some soup I should eat. It'll go bad if I don't," you look back at him, at his brows that are pulled together in a look of concern.

"Mm," he hums, nodding at you, that look still plastered on his face. "Be there by seven. Earlier if you want, like I said," he finishes.

You just stare at him, your body now turned in his direction, your arms hanging loosely at your side. He closes the distance between you with a step, wrapping his arms around in a friendly hug, putting your face into his shoulder and caressing the back of your head.

"Congratulations," he says, squeezing you for a moment, your arms not moving an inch. But your body starts to shake a bit, the feelings starting to snake their way through your nervous system and make you jittery.

"Thank you," you whisper, and he pulls away, snaking his way back through the crowd, finding Mingi and San and walking off with them.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Marcos, give me that!" you hear Letitia scream, her little boy no doubt running through the house with a knife or scissors in hand. You stumble to the back of the house you live in, sneaking through the back door that opens to your tiny hallway. Your bedroom and bathroom sit across from each other, the doors dirty and dented at the bottom from the capricious toddler, who had more of a penchant for destruction than any other kid you'd known. Letitia was kind though, so kind, and you were thankful to have had a place so close to campus for your years here. Six years, six long years of working and studying, grinding every last bit of productivity out of yourself that you possibly could. You snuck into your room quietly, hoping to avoid any questions about graduation, or the classic, 'How are you doing? You've been so busy lately.'

Letitia was kind, but she was your landlord, and you toed the line between kindness and professionalism with her. Now especially, with everything going on with the family, your granddad, all of the unknown possibilities...

You didn't want her knowing anything. If what your Dad said will happen does actually happen, what he seems to be wishing will happen, you'll be moving out of here sometime this summer. And though you've grown attached to this place, it isn't really your choice. Or it doesn't feel like it is, even if it should be.

It was something you felt deep within you, a feeling that came and went, and only ever gave you a few seconds of its time. You weren't sure you'd ever be able to fully name it, fully understand it. Why it kept evading your conscious you weren't sure, but the fact that it was real, that it was definitely something of importance, couldn't be denied.

You pulled off your heavy boots, slumping them into your tiny closet, stripping off the fitted outfit you'd worn to graduation. You weren't sure why you felt obligated to dress up, when seemingly no one else did. You threw your clothes in the hamper, soaked with sweat from the hot summer day, and grabbed your favorite loose t-shirt and some baggy sweats.

If you were making it over to the party, there was no way you were dressing up today. Not that you ever did to go hang out with Yunho and his friends.

"I'm heading to my friend's place on Cornell, I'm walking," you told Letitia as you entered the living room, your phone, wallet and keys all held in one hand. It seemed like a bit of a slap in the face, the fact that your university decided on naming all of the surrounding streets after colleges far more prestigious than yours.

"Sounds good, please be safe," she smiles at you, Marcos struggling out of her grip to come and hug your leg.

"If I don't have a ride back, I'll just stay over there," you assure her, trying to smile back.

"I can always give you a ride, if you don't want to stay," she says, tilting her head at her son and his adorable face. He loves when you wear baggy pants so that he can hang off of them.

"It's fine, I've stayed over there before. No worries," you say, peeling the toddler off of you, wrestling with him for a moment to get him back in his mother's lap.

"Okay, have a fun time sweetheart," Letitia says, smiling again, looking like she might not know what else to say. You're unsure if she knows already, logically, that you're probably moving out now that you've graduated. Though it isn't a given, you reason, it's always possible you'd find work in this small town or decide to go to grad school now. But keeping her in the dark about everything is what you've decided to do, and really nothing could persuade you to change that decision.

Even if she'd picked you up that first night you'd went out, and saved you from potentially the worst case scenario.

"Thanks, have a good night," you answer, walking out the back door again, making your way through the alley way the leads right down to the street where Yunho lives.

++++++++++++++++++++

"You made it." Yunho's face is bright, lips stretching into his beautiful smile, as he opens the door and ushers you in.

"Mmhm," you respond, nodding, stepping cautiously into the apartment. You're out of breath from the three flights of stairs, your face slightly flushed, you're sure of it. The wind picked up on your walk over, your hair blown about and now a bit tangly. You run your fingers through it, snagging on one of the tangles.

Wincing, in a way he's seen a lot.

"You're early," he jokes, looking over to the living room, not a soul in sight.

"You said-" you stutter, cutting yourself off.

"I know, I'm kidding," he responds. "Do you want to put those in my room?"

You just nod, following him in silence, your chest feeling tight. You don't know why you suddenly feel so exposed, suddenly feel like maybe you shouldn't have come, or at least not so early. You just didn't feel like sitting in your bedroom any longer.

He opens his door, and you come in and plop down on his bean bag, setting your stuff down next to you. At least on this bean bag chair you can curl into yourself, holding your legs close and leaning your head to the side, sighing deeply. Yunho grabs his glasses from his side table, picking up the little remote that sits there, setting the LEDs in his room to a comforting mix of pink and purple. He pops out to the living room to do the same, and you overhear San letting him know the food's on its way, arriving in fifteen minutes. Just then a knock sounds on the front door, and San goes to open it to his best friend Wooyoung, and Yeosang and Jongho are tagging along too, quickly making for the refrigerator to find the cold beer.

"Yo, is y/n coming?" you hear Jongho ask, and your ears perk up.

"Already here, she's in my room," Yunho responds.

"Oh, damn," Jongho replies, and you don't know if it's his face or some other hidden meaning, but you hear the boys chuckle in unison.

"How much should I Venmo you San?" Yunho asks.

"Don't worry about it man, it's a graduation gift," he laughs, slapping him gently on the back. "Oh there he is," San says, and you hear the low rumble of Mingi's voice greeting everyone.

"What, were you taking a shit or something?" Yeosang asks, making the group burst into laughter. You curl in on yourself more, cringing.

Men.

Poop was only fun to talk about when it was you and your friends joking around. You didn't give a shit if that was a double standard.

"Hey, everyone's starting to arrive," Yunho says as he enters his room again, not bothering to close the door. The sounds of male conversation tumble in from the kitchen, and the more you hear the less you're wanting to join, really. Not that it was all disgusting, not that any of them were. It was just that they were people, and a lot of them, and you didn't have it in you to talk tonight. "You're so quiet. Graduation got you all depressed?" Yunho asks, eyeing you from his desk, where he's hurriedly trying to organize the absolute mess in front of him.

"No, it's not that. Just don't really feel like talking I guess," you say, staring back. "Why are you organizing that now?"

"Cause you're here," he says, chuckling in almost an embarrassed way.

"I'm not your girlfriend," you retort, shaking your head.

"I know that," he says, but the look he shoots you says so many other things, his eyes hiding so much as he stares at you sideways. "I don't want you to think I'm a slob."

You just shrug your shoulders, looking away, sinking further into the plushness.

"Are you ever going to tell me why you're upset?" he says, finishing what little organizing he could muster, sitting down on the floor right in front of you, a hand coming to reach out and rest on your thigh.

"Upset?" you ask, not moving away from his touch, but not moving into it either.

"With me," he says.

"I'm not upset with you," you say, shaking your head.

"So if it's not about graduation, or about me, then what is it about?" he asks.

"You know what it's about," you sigh, breaking your eye contact.

"Barely," he replies.

"It's better that way, trust me," you sigh, looking back towards him, tears brimming in your eyes. You're generally good at holding it in, at crying by yourself in your room when you know no one's watching, when you can think whatever thoughts you have and not worry how they'll hurt anyone else. But his touch, it's too comforting, and it's been too long since you've felt the warmth, his warmth that sinks through you and makes you forget about everything else.

You lean forward, pushing off of the chair to crawl into his lap, wrapping yourself around him.

"Please tell me," he says softly in your ear. But all you do is shake your head, shoving your face into his chest, trying to forget everything.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Y/n, aren't Yunho's glasses sexy?" Wooyoung asks you, right as you put a huge bite of rice in your mouth, forcing you to nod awkwardly as you try to chew quickly. "I think he should wear them more, stop wearing contacts every day."

You continue nodding, awkwardly swallowing your food, reaching for the glass of water you'd placed on the coffee table. You're sat with Wooyoung, San, Mingi and Yunho in their tiny living room area, the rest of the guests still mingling in the kitchen, a few more arriving after the food had arrived. There is one girl, Seonghwa, who you're pretty sure is Hongjoong's girlfriend, but you don't know for sure. You don't know Hongjoong well enough to really ask that, either, but you made sure to give the girl a genuine smile when she walked in. Another female presence in the space did put you at ease, at least a little.

"They're too much of a hassle, they get dirty so easily," Yunho says, saving you from having to answer the question.

"You'd get so much female attention if you did though, I'm sure," Wooyoung says, shooting a playful glance your way. "Don't you think?"

"Woo, stop messing with her," Yunho says, feeling your body tense up beside him.

"I'm not messing with her, I'm genuinely curious if she finds those glasses sex-"

"Woo, stop." This time Yunho is firm, firmer than you've known him to be with his friends, and the looks around you indicate that it isn't a common occurrence at all. The five of you fall into a tense silence, only the sounds of chewing and swallowing filling the space.

"You sure you don't want a beer?" Mingi asks you, hoping to change the subject and break the tension.

"No, I'm good," you say, voice small, shaking your head.

"Yunho? Want another?" Mingi asks, standing up with his empty can in hand, heading back towards the kitchen.

"Nah, I think I'll just have one tonight," he replies, throwing back the last of his can.

"Really?" his friends all ask in unison.

It wasn't like one beer would make him feel anything. And it wasn't like they were drinking delicious beer. Never had Yunho drank just one, if he chose to drink. They all knew something was up, but what it was, they had no idea.

++++++++++++++++++++

"Hey, I'm Seonghwa, I wasn't sure if you remember me," Seonghwa says, sneaking up beside you while you clean off your plate and fork, placing them in the dish drainer to the side of the sink.

"You let me smoke your weed, how could I forget?" you respond, smiling over at her and gently taking her dirty plate from her hands. "I'm y/n, if you forgot my name," you say, getting to work on scrubbing her dishes clean.

"You graduated today, right?" she asks, black bangs brushing over her eyes, her thin hips leaning against the counter.

"Yeah," you sigh, giving her a weak smile.

"Not much fun, is it?" she asks you.

"Not really," you say, finally placing her dishes in the rack next to yours.

"Last year it was so boring, our commencement speaker talked so slow that I nearly fell asleep. And I sweated like crazy, I hated it," she chuckles.

"Yeah ours was... hmm. I don't want to insult that random woman who I know nothing about, but let's just say, not very inspiring. And same, I sweated so badly, I didn't realize how damn hot those robes would be," you reply.

"It's so annoying. Like please just give us our diplomas and let us go," she jokes, making you laugh.

"For real, I'm twenty-four years old, and none of my family is even coming, we don't need to be announcing everyone's names like this. It's so goofy," you say.

"I guess some people's family's come, but I wouldn't know what that's like," she smiles, tilting her head in understanding.

"Yeah, what is that like? Having a picture-perfect family? I know it's rare, but there are some out there."

"Makes for some very unfunny kids, I'll tell you that," she laughs.

"Still, I envy them," you chuckle.

"Oh, of course. I doubt that feeling will ever go away," she smiles.

Right then you wish you could teleport out of here, with her, and just float on a cloud and watch the sunset.

"Do you wanna smoke?" she asks, and pulls a tiny tube from her small black purse, popping open the top and pulling out a perfectly-rolled blunt, it's edge crisp and white.

"Is that from Astronaut Status?" you ask and she nods, chuckling at your reaction. "You're gonna share your expensive weed with me?"

"I'd rather share it with you than any of those bozos," she says, tilting her head in the direction of the living room. You burst out laughing for a moment, grabbing onto the counter.

"Well thank you, it would be an honor," you say, jokingly curtsying to her, making her laugh too.

"Do they have a balcony?" she asks, looking around to the window in the living room, right to the left of their TV.

“They’ve each got a small one off their bedrooms.  Let’s use Yunho’s,” you say, knowing the tree bordering the park behind covers most of the view, making it almost feel like a private place.

“They’ve each got balconies?” she asks as you both make your way to the hallway, raising her eyebrows at you.

“I know, it’s kinda fancy.  They’ve all got really good scholarships, so, yeah,” you say, making your way through Yunho’s still open door.  You quickly grab your phone off of his beanbag, Seonghwa waiting for you to show the way.  You gently unlock the door to his balcony and push it open, the hinges creaking slightly.

“Oh, this is nice,” She says as soon as she steps outside behind you, taking in the tree in all of it’s glory, it’s summer blossoms starting to edge towards blooming.

“You should see it in late summer, the flowers are this deep orange color, so pretty,” you say, closing the door gently behind you two.

“Wait, so how long have you and Yunho been together?" she asks, searching her bag for her lighter.

“Oh, we’re not dating,” you say, sighing.  “We’re both too busy for that,” you chuckle.

“Is that so?” she asks you, finally lighting the blunt, taking the first inhale and handing it over to you.

“Genuinely, I’m so busy most of the time I don’t even have a sex drive anymore.  If teen me could see me now, she’d be shocked,” you say, making Seonghwa laugh, as you take a hit yourself.  You cough, your lungs squeezing in on themselves for a moment.  “Fuck, I haven’t done this in a while,” you laugh, handing it back to Seonghwa.

“I get what you mean, I think that really does happen.  People get so busy they don’t even think about relationships or sex.  But people date in all kinds of situations, it sounds like you just don’t want to date him?”  Her knowing eyes are fixed on you, and in the fading sunlight her features are striking.

“I don’t know, I guess I don’t,” you say, turning away.  “I mean, we’ve only hooked up like six times in the last year, or maybe seven, I can’t remember.  I haven’t hooked up with anyone else, I genuinely haven’t had the time or desire.  I guess it’s nice to know, with him it’ll be good.  It’ll be safe.  I don’t have to worry about some stranger hurting me, or doing something awkward, or something that I hate.  It’s never a wasted night with him, at least.”

“How wholesome,” she laughs.

“Shit’s been weird lately, I don’t know if I really have the emotional capacity for a relationship,” you say, looking back to her as she hands you the blunt again.

“You never know.  That may very well be true, but sometimes things work when you least expect them to.  Romantic relationships are… strange…” she trails off, as you blow out the smoke, this time your lungs accepting their fate.  You nod at her, handing it back, taking a deep breath.  “What’s been going on?” she asks.

“My grandpa is dying,” you say, not sure why now this feels so easy, with this nearly complete stranger.  “He has dementia.”

“That’s an awful one,” she says, sighing as she exhales smoke.

“Yeah,” you say, turning to look up into the night sky.

“How far along is he?” she asks, holding the blunt out to you, and you shake your head.

“Well, we had to put him in a memory care facility about two and a half months ago, because it was to the point that he couldn’t do nearly anything for himself.  He couldn’t dress himself anymore, he would forget to eat, he stopped bathing, all that stuff.  I guess he lost control of his bowels too, so that was the last straw for my dad.  It was really hard on my grandma to try to take care of him, and at that point it was just too much.  But he’s progressed really fast now that he’s in the home, he doesn’t remember any of us anymore.  He’s in a wheelchair.  Before he went there he could still walk, still remember all of our names.  It’s all happening really fast.”

“Do you visit him a lot?” she asks, and you shake your head, tears starting to form again.  But you fight them down.  “Shit, is he somewhere far away?”

“Yeah, my family’s from the city but like, the center of the city, so maybe a thirty minute drive from here, but the place they found is in the west suburbs, so the drive is nearly an hour.  And I have to borrow someone’s car, either my landlord’s or one of my friends.  It’s hard,” you say, still not looking at her.

“Were you close?”

“Yes and no, I mean I grew up living in the same city as my grandparents, they’d always come to my sports games or whatever.  But my family isn’t very close, period, none of us are.  I am an only child, so when I did stay at their house while my parents were out of town I’d get a lot of one on one time with him, but I don’t know, there’s nothing that memorable.  He could be grumpy, and kind of mean sometimes.  But nothing crazy.  Just a normal old man, in many ways,” you sigh.

“It’s still hard though, I’m sure.  With family, it’s always hard,” she says, taking a final puff, putting out the blunt on the stone wall bordering the balcony.

“My dad’s pissed that I haven’t visited in so long,” you say, looking back at her, finding comfort in her striking face.  “I haven’t been able to since the second week he was there, this semester’s just been too busy.  I went yesterday, crashed at my parents, then drove back this morning.  He didn’t remember me at all.  It was so fucking weird.”

“It’s so scary that so many of us live so long, that we forget everyone for years before we pass,” she replies, the look in her eyes making it clear she knows that from experience, not just from empathy.

“I know,” you say, shaking your head.  “I promised my dad I’d visit all summer, two times a week.  And I’ll probably be moving back with my parents so that it’s easier, we’ll see.  I haven’t decided yet.  Living with them… I don’t know if I can do it again,” you sigh, and Seonghwa nods in understanding.

“You have to do what’s right for you,” she says.

“Is it weird that I don’t even find it that sad? I’m more worried about how it’ll affect my Dad who's freaking out, about how it’ll affect my grandma, and my mom is just like completely emotionally checked out, she’s doing so much extra shit at her job right now.  They’re all a mess, it seems like they’re all devastated.”

“You don’t feel any of that devastation?”

“Uh, I don’t think so?” you respond.

“You haven’t thought about it?” she asks, looking at you. 

“Death is a part of life, I’ve known that for forever.  It just happens, we can’t prevent it.  Despite this crazy civilization we’ve built, where so much of what we do has nothing to do with nature, we are animals.  We die, there’s no stopping that.  And my grandpa is eighty, that’s pretty old,” you say, sighing.

“It still can pull at you though, even if you don’t fear death like most people.  And it’s okay that you haven’t visited him, you’ve had important things you’ve been working on.  We can’t always put our life on hold because a family member is sick.”

“Tell that to my Dad,” you chuckle, pulling your arms in to hold yourself.

“Honestly, fuck your Dad, if he’s making you feel bad about that,” Seonghwa replies, her eyes sparkling in reflection of a distant passing car’s headlights.

“You’re cool, I like you,” you laugh, smiling in her direction.

“Says you,” she replies, smiling too.

“Me?”

“Yes, you have such cool style, always so calm and collected,” she says, eyeing you.

“Glad to know that’s how I come off to other people,” you laugh, looking at her with disbelief.  “It’s absolute chaos in here,” you say, pointing to your head.

“I get that, people tell me the same thing a lot and I’m like, nothing about me seems calm to me, but okay,” she laughs, raising her hands in a shrugging gesture.  “I hope you don’t dislike this, but I totally though you were gay when I first met you.  Cause you dress so masculinely,” she says.

“Oh yeah, I get that all the time, especially here at college.  I mean, I guess I’m like pan or something, definitely not 100% straight, but I do still like getting dicked down, I guess.  Though I suppose anyone could do that for me, if they had a strap.”  You both laugh, a warmth sitting in the air between you.

Suddenly Seonghwa’s phone starts sounding, a gentle song of wind chimes playing.

“Ah, shit, it’s time for us to go.  I gotta take Hongjoong to the airport super early tomorrow, so I’m gonna try to get us some actual sleep tonight.  It was so good talking to you though, I’m so glad we got the chance to smoke, and everything,” she smiles at you, looking like she wants to take a step forward.

“Can I give you a hug?” you ask, and she steps forward, answering your question with her arms around your shoulders.  “Sorry for the trauma dump,” you say as she pulls away.

“No need to apologize.  I loved it.  I like dating boys, but there’s nothing else that compares to the way girls can just be open with me.  And I love it, truly,” she says, phone in hand.

“Thank you, for the conversation and the weed,” you say, making her laugh once more, as she opens Yunho’s door and dips back inside.

“Of course, have a good night!” she’s says.

“You too,” you reply, and you gently shut the door behind her, breathing deep and letting the fuzziness of your slight high hit you, staring softy into the darkness of the park below.

++++++++++++++++++++

Yun Ho: Did you go home? Y/n: I’m on your balcony

It only took about fifteen seconds, and the door from Yunho’s room was swinging open, the hinges squeaking more sharply this time with how forcefully he opened it.

“I thought you’d left,” he said, invading your space in an instant, wrapping his arms around you again.  “Did you smoke?”

You nod your head against him, tucking your arms in between both of your stomachs, letting him cradle you.

“So no beer, but you wanted to smoke?” he asks.  It almost sounds accusatory.

“Seonghwa has nice weed,” you say, rolling your eyes, a bit pissed but not even sure why, and certainly not mad that he’s holding you like this.

“I didn’t think you liked it,” he says.

“What, can I not smoke?” you ask.

“No, you can do whatever you want,” he says, pulling back and looking at your eyes.  “Do you feel high?”

“Barely, I look like two hits,” you say, staring back at him.  “You’re being so weird,” you say, looking at him with confusion, and contempt.

“I’m just checking on you, baby,” he says, inspecting your whole body as if those two hits could have somehow caused you to grow an extra limb.

“Baby?” you ask, raising your eyebrows at him.

“You are my baby,” he says, and you roll your eyes and stick your tongue out, pointing your finger down your throat.  “We both know things would be different between us if you hadn’t been so busy this year,” he says, crossing his arms over his chest.

“If we hadn’t been so busy,” you retort, crossing your arms too.  “You were working on a master’s thesis until about two weeks ago, do you remember that?” you ask, tone patronizing, but he knows you're joking.

“Oh, I was?” Yunho jokes back, squinting his eyes and playing dumb in that way that always gets you.

“Shut up,” you laugh, smacking his upper arm with your hand, and his arms relax too as he grabs your wrist, fighting back.

“Come here,” he says, pulling you into him, one hand reaching around to the small of your back, the other landing gently on the side of your neck, pulling your face up to him.  He places a gentle kiss on your lips, his first taste of you in over a month, his body reacting instantly.  Yours is too, a hunger lit inside of you every time he touches you like this, kisses you like this, reminding you that you do like this, need this.  You hold on to his upper arms, letting him pull back to lick along your bottom lip like he loves to do, then dive back into you harder, putting both hands behind your back to hold you close.

Finally he pulls back, a hand coming up to brush a strand of hair out of your face.

“You doing okay?” he asks, his enlarged pupils making his eyes look so very alert.

“Mm,” you mumble back, shaking your head, in an attempt to tell him you won’t answer his question.  But to him it just looks like you're saying no, and his eyebrows pull up in concern again.

“So something’s going on, but you won't tell me?” he asks.

“You’re a boy,” you answer, shaking your head.

“I’m 26?” he says, tilting his head at you.

“I trust no boy with my emotions,” you say, knowing it’s a revealing thing to say, and honestly not sure how he’ll respond.

“I’m not that other boy, or man, or whoever you’re talking about,” he says, and you just stare at him, eyes a bit wide.  At least Yunho wasn’t dumb, at least he understood that your distrust of men came from the countless, genuinely countless times the men in your life had broken your trust and hurt you.

He thought that probably explained a lot, about you.

It explained a lot about him, too.

“What can I do, to get you to tell me?” he asks, rocking you back and forth, trying to do anything he can to make you feel calm and ready to share.  But you just shake your head again, eyes on his, lips sealed tightly together.  “You can tell me anything, I promise,” he says, turning his head to the side, trying to coax it out of you.

You can tell.

But that isn’t what you want right now.  Not when he can give you something so much better.

“Just fuck me already, please,” you sigh, looking at him with a pathetic needy look, and he sighs too, mad that you’ve won, pissed that you always get what you want from him.  He can’t be too mad though, when just the smallest taste of you is all he needs to be happy for the next month.

His mouth is open at is meets yours, no tongues at play yet, but your lips are wrapped deeply around each other in a hungry kiss, your breathing unsteady as soon as he’s made contact.  His hands snake under your shirt, feeling over every bit of skin he can find, finally adding his tongue to the mix and swiping it deeply through your mouth, your own tongue feeling electric at the contact.  The feeling snakes right down to your core, right to your clit, and you can’t help but tremble against him, feeling so unfairly empty, needing his tongue down there, fingers down there, anything.  He pushes a knee between your legs as your back comes to rest against the stone wall surrounding the balcony, your own hands greedily reaching underneath his shirt, then snaking down into his pants, fighting with the layers of fabric, and then fighting with his own hand that is preventing yours from reaching for his cock.  You shouldn’t be surprised he doesn’t want that yet, you’ve done this with him before, but you can’t help the visceral anger and want that his rejection has caused you.  You whine into his mouth, your eyebrows scrunching in frustration and hurt, as he pins your arm behind your back with his, swiping his tongue even deeper against yours.

You pull back, breaths ragged as he now attacks your neck, sparks of pleasure shooting up into your head and making you feel dizzy.

“Stop teasing, Yunho please,” you beg, knowing he likes drawing this out, because you get so damn sensitive and needy and it makes him feel fucking amazing.  He chuckles against your skin, running his tongue up the side of your neck, landing by your ear lobe and sucking on it, making you nearly scream in pleasure.

Your ears are too much, he knows that.  He’s trying to get you riled up, and of course it’s fucking worked.

“Yunho, stop, I c-can’t take it,” you nearly cry, pushing against his shoulder to try to move him off of you.

“Tell me what you want,” he says in your ear, kissing your neck a bit more gently, giving you the chance to actually answer him.  You whine though, hating when he makes you say these things, say the words he so loves to hear.

You hate how much you love to say it.

“Tell me, baby, you can do it,” he encourages, hands still roaming you.

“I- I want you to fuck me,” you start, breath stuttering as you finish your sentence.  “I need you t-to fuck me,” you manage, making him smile against you again, finally pulling back and just looking at you, the hints of the smile still there.  “I want your cock inside me,” you say with your eyes on the ground, never able to say it while looking at him, not sure if you could bear just how much you like the humiliation.

It wasn’t until him that you found out how much you liked it.

“Good girl. Stay right here, don’t move,” he says, and you oblige, watching him with wide eyes as he ducks into his room, returning in mere moments and almost slamming the door behind him.  In his hand is a condom, which he rips open with ease, looking up to see your surprised face.

“Turn around,” he says, and you do, standing now facing the tree, the park below.  “Put your arms on the wall baby, there,” he says as he moves you, placing your forearms on the wide ledge of the wall.  He pulls down his own sweats enough to free his cock, quickly rolling the condom down, then steps forward to grab at your sweats and panties, pulling them both down in one swift motion.  With his hand he tests the waters for a moment, sticking a finger in you with no warning, making you cry out in pleasure, feeling just how unbelievably wet you are already.

He knows you don’t need any more preparation, so he lines himself up with your entrance, pushing in slowly, simultaneously moving his hand that was just inside you in front of your mouth.  You obediently open up, letting him stick his fingers down your throat, tasting your own sweet muskiness that makes your whole body reel with pride.

Sometimes you wish you could clone yourself, just so you could get an unbridled taste of your own cunt.

“You’re so damn needy,” he says in your ear, leaning over to whisper to you, starting with slow thrusts of his hips, your legs already shaking as you choke on the fingers in your mouth.  “Can’t wait two fucking seconds to get fucked, you have to have it right away,” he says, picking up the pace every so slightly, the sound of skin slapping starting to fill the air.  “All you want is to be choking on my fingers while your pussy is filled with my cock, huh?”  You attempt to nod, even with his fingers in your mouth, and you end up gagging on them harder, your pussy clenching from just how good it feels.

Maybe you were his baby.  But he knew exactly what you wanted when his cock was buried this deep inside you.

"Why have you been avoiding me then, hmm?" he asks you, picking up his pace, placing his free hand around your neck to hold you there. He can feel your throat repeatedly gagging now, from the outside and the inside, spit starting to escape your lips and drip down onto the branch of trees just below you. "You haven't been that busy, baby, I know that."

His cock is repeatedly hitting that perfect spongy place inside you, over and over with such force, your legs are trembling uncontrollably now. Yunho watches as your thigh muscles involuntarily twitch, making your ass jiggle as his cock disappears inside your cunt. It's a miracle he isn't coming on the spot, feeling your tears drip down onto his forearm, knowing you're so fucking close yourself.

He knows once you start to cry you can only take a few more seconds of gagging, so he slowly pulls his fingers from your mouth, your body heaving with it's sudden ability to breathe normally.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," you mumble, trying to wipe the spit and tears from your face as he fucks you even harder, his hands on your hips now to give him the leverage he needs.

"I know baby, I know," he chides, his cock reaching impossibly far inside you, your body finally letting go and coming, pussy twitching hard.

"Fuck, fuck," you whisper as your vision goes white, not remembering for a second where you are, not even feeling the cold stone underneath your forearms.

"Good girl," he says behind you, fucking you until he feels your pussy start to release. He pulls out slowly, reaching over to open the door, then grabbing you and slinging you over his shoulder, your bare cunt up to the sky for the world to see.

Once he's thrown you on his bed he's clawing at your clothes, taking them off with a hurriedness that makes you giggle, and he shakes his head at you, holding a finger up to his lips to shush you. You can't help it though, your mind slipping into your favorite headspace, where you can't really control anything that you say or think, and you just feel free.

"Hand and knees," he says as he strips of his own shirt, pulling down his sweat pants and boxers and throwing them on the floor. You obediently do as he says, still giggling, throwing your head back over your shoulder to get a good look at him.

"You think this is gonna be easy?" He stares back, eyebrows raised, as he moved behind you on his bed, landing a smack on your right ass cheek with his right hand. It's powerful, harsh, and makes you moan involuntarily, the pain rippling up into your core. He lands another, with even more force, and you know for a fact you'll be bruised up tomorrow.

You can't wait to stare at the blue and purple marks in the morning, and spend the whole day replaying this over and over and over.

"Not so funny anymore, is it?" he says, ripping another pathetic moan out of you with his left hand, grabbing harshly at your flesh after he's spanked you yet again. "You think it's funny, ignoring me? Pretending like I don't exist? I know you think about me every time you touch yourself, baby," he says, another smack echoing off his bedroom walls. "You just like being punished too much, though, don't you? Fucking slut," he spits, and now finally he's being a little too mean, in that way that makes your calm head so fuzzy, his spanks and his words nearly making you cum already. "You like to pretend like you're not a little whore, don't you? Like this isn't what you wish was happening every fucking day," he drawls, his voice getting lower and gravelly, and the next smack he lands is so hard you're crying out, the pain running through you, your body feeling empty except for the feeling. It runs straight through you, and suddenly you feel Yunho's thumb on your clit, and all the feeling rushes to your core in an instant, making you start to cum. Yunho can see your cunt clenching around nothing, the sight intoxicating, and he can't stop himself.

"Fuck, baby," he whispers as he sheaths himself, and suddenly you're so full of him again, your orgasm ripping through you fast, his cock feeling somehow even bigger now. He thrusts into you hard, throwing his head back with an almost pained expression, and god it is it a fucking miracle that somehow he hasn't come again. When he looks back down again he sees your pained expression, pathetic whimpers coming from you as you grab onto his comforter for dear life. A few tears have slipped out of your eyes, and it drives him fucking crazy, unleashing something within him that he didn't know was there until he met you.

"I can't, I-I can't, ahh, yuyu, too much," you cry below him, barely even recognizing the words yourself.

"Oh, now it's too much? Did you not fucking ask for this?!" he snarls, taking his hand off your clit to land another harsh smack on your ass, reaching down to grab both of your arms and push your face further into his mattress. He wraps one hand around both of your wrists, holding your arms behind you, now not giving you any option but to just take whatever he's giving you. It feels good to him, the completely vulnerable state you're in, the ways he's in total control, but somehow it still doesn't feel like enough. He slows his movements for a second, picking your ass up even higher to move your knees close to your shoulders, nearly crumpling you into a ball with your ass stuck high into the air. Then he moves himself sideways, anchoring one knee between your calves, and moves his other leg gently over, putting his foot right down on the side of your head that's facing his ceiling.

He'd only done this one other time, and it was blowing your mind just as much again, because how the fuck this even worked logistically was beyond you. He starts thrusting again, the angle so much deeper now, and you nearly shriek with how intensely his cock just hit your cervix, making your whole body start to shake as another orgasm started to rip through you.

"Feels good, doesn't it? Being fucked like a whore," he spits, still holding tight onto your arms, his cock nearly able to fully bottom out inside you at this angle. Tears and snot continue to flow down your face, getting caught in your hair that's no doubt a tangled mess, and you finally feel something massive building inside you, as his cock repeatedly hits your cervix and makes it feel like you're coming with every stroke.

"Fuck, fuuuck," you groan into the blanket, and Yunho can feel your cunt start to tremble, your moans and whimpers getting louder and more erratic.

"You love my cock, don't you baby?" he drawls, chuckling to himself, his leg muscles working overtime to make this position work. He lands another smack on your ass as he thrusts even harder, putting a force behind them that makes your body start to come undone.

"Fuck, Yunho, fuck, fuck, fuck, ahh," you scream, the feeling washing over you, your whole body shaking in pleasure. No matter how well you knew your body, you'd never be able to make yourself cum as hard as he does.

"Yes, baby, good girl," he says as he feels you clenching down on him, his own legs starting to tremble from his position.

"It feels so good," you cry, nearly writhing underneath him.

"Yeah?" he mocks you, chuckling again when you whine in response, as he fucks you through the aftershocks, gently slowing his movement until there no longer was any.

When he steps back and pulls out of you, you collapse immediately, your chest heaving up and down and your whole body still tingling.

"You good?" he asks, his own breath coming out fast, with how hard he'd just exerted himself.

"Mmhm," you giggle, feeling him move your messy hair out of your face, wiping the tears from your cheeks.

"Good tears?" he asks you, and you nod and mumble again, grabbing onto him and giggling hard as more gently fall from your eyes. The harshness of your orgasms with him have always made you cry, at least a little, and he's never made you feel embarrassed about that for a second.

Probably because it turns him on so much, but he still hasn't fully admitted that to you.

"You gonna be good for me?" he asks you, and your eyes snap to his as you nod your head. "Good girl, come here," he murmurs, tapping the edge of his bed, pulling you around to position you so the top of your head is at the side edge, your head hanging off slightly as you look up at him backwards. He makes quick work of ripping off his condom, tossing it in the tiny trash can by his desk, and now you can see just how red and flushed he is, beads of precum dripping down the slit on his head.

He looks down at you, the length of his cock dwarfing your upside-down face, and he taps the side of your cheek with it, not wanting to wait another moment. You open your mouth for him again, as he starts to slide in slowly, thrusting gently a few times before moving his way finally into your throat. His hands are on either side of your head, supporting your position, and the look he's giving you is one of pure pride, pure adoration.

"Fuck, baby, this feels so good," he groans as his cock finally hits the back of your throat, and you gag around him, tears continuing to fall from your eyes down the sides of your face. "My pretty girl," he coos, thrusting gently, paying attention to how long it's been since you last took a real breath. The thrusts a few more times, his face and chest turning a slightly shade of pink as he gets closer and closer to reaching his own high.

"Breathe, baby," he says when he pulls out, letting you catch your breath for a moment, wiping the spit away from the sides of your mouth. "Ready?" he asks when you open up again, and you nod. He thrusts in again to the same spot, but this time goes harder, knowing it'll only take a few more thrusts before he's ready to unload.

"My pretty girl is so smart, she just graduated," he says, a deep grunt leaving his throat as he thrusts even deeper. "I'm so proud of you, fuck you're doing so good for me," he groans, and suddenly he's pulling out of your mouth again, stroking himself as his cum paints your face and your chest, your lungs heaving to catch their breath.

"Fuck," Yunho grunts as the last of his orgasm washes over him, as he looks down to see the absolute mess he's made of you, your eyelashes fluttering up at him in a way that almost doesn't look real. "You like that?" he asks, and you wiggle around in happiness, making him laugh. "You like when my cum is all over your face? Naughty," he shakes his head, but his smile is wide as can be, and he reaches over to grab his phone. You know exactly what's happening, he doesn't have to say it. You're excited to look back and see what the picture looks like, excited to see when he'll make you look at it.

"Let me go get a towel, baby," he says, stroking a hand through your hair and leaning down to leave a small peck on your lips, tasting himself there. You shake your head, holding onto him from below. "What?" he asks, and you pull him down again, your tongue in his mouth making him moan. "You still not satisfied?" he pulls back, his breathing ragged again, and you giggle and shake your head, still grabbing hard onto him. It only takes a few more seconds of making out, but miraculously he's hard again, and he can't stop himself from ravaging you again, especially when you give him those big eyes again.

This time it's sweeter, it's unplanned, his mouth is right there on yours and his arms are wrapped around you, but you don't cum any less hard. It's almost too intimate for you, but it feels way too good for you to tell him you've had enough. It's always felt good to just let him have you however he wants to, but it's never been quite like this.

"Fuck, come here," Yunho sighs, wiping the last remnants of himself off you with a damp wash cloth, his sweats hanging off his hips. He climbs into bed and wraps you up, pulling you both underneath his comforter, kissing your cheeks and nose and forehead and holding you to him, not letting you go even as you both fall into a gentle sleep, tangled together.

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Your eyes blink open in the early morning, Yunho’s room still nearly pitch black, your body warm and sticky against his, his breaths still coming out of him soft and shallow.

You’d slept over in his bed once before, and that time you had an early appointment, your alarm set.  He’d had a meeting with his thesis advisor, so you both scrambled to get dressed and ready, and headed out before any kind of romantic morning could be enjoyed.  But today was different.  Sunday morning, and neither of you had anything you needed to rush to.  You adjusted yourself in his arms, causing him to wake for a moment too, but then both of you fell back into a deep slumber, the early hours of the morning passing you by.

When you woke again you felt colder, the air of the room brushing over your exposed chest.  You reached an arm to feel around you, finding the bed empty, Yunho’s side still warm from his body.  You rolled into it, sighing into his pillow, the faint smell of him still there in the fabric of his pillow case.

It was like any other morning, except for the fact that you woke up in Yunho’s bed.  You felt groggy, no doubt having slept past your normal waking hour because of your late night.  You felt slightly sore, but nothing a little stretching couldn’t take care of.  You blinked open your eyes, letting them adjust to the late morning light, the same way you always do.

It was like any other morning, until it wasn’t.

| 10:47am ||Sunday, May 14th|

Mother: Darling, I have some sad news.  Granddad passed away late last night.  Call me when you get the chance.

You were sat up in Yunho’s bed, about to stand up and pull on your shirt, just checking your phone out of habit.

It was the last thing you expected to read.

‘Fuck’ you whispered under your breath, out loud to yourself.  How were you supposed to be reacting?  You’d known for several years now that he had this disease, this disease that would surely kill him within the decade, and no doubt you saw yesterday that it had progressed far.  But still.

Yesterday.

You were there, yesterday.

You’d seen him on his last day, seen him still able to drink water and eat food on his own, still able to carry on some conversation with you.  It didn’t make almost any sense, but still.

How the fuck was he dead?

You slapped your phone face down on Yunho’s side table, sitting down more carefully than you’d ever sat, criss crossing your legs on Yunho’s comforter.  Then you jumped up and made his bed, picking up your strewn about clothes from the floor and putting them on, then hastily grabbed your phone and placed it on the bean bag with your keys and wallet that hadn’t moved an inch from where they’d been placed yesterday.

You walked away slowly, backwards, watching your phone intently.  Like it was a bomb, about to explode.  Like it was a dragon egg, about to hatch.

Like it held every little thing that might tear you apart, or the one thing that might save you.

You sat down on Yunho’s bed, again crossing your legs under you.  And then the tears came, sneaking up out of nowhere, a feeling closer to anger than sadness rippling through you.  

And right then, with a cup of coffee in hand, Yunho opened his door quietly, peering in and seeing the outline of you in his peripheral vision.

“I was just going through my tea bags, I’ve got some Jasmine or some peppermint, and also this weird chai mixture that Mingi got a couple weeks ago-“

“Oh, baby,” he says softly, finally getting a good look at you, setting the coffee down, sitting down next to you in his bed and wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into him.  You’re so rigid, you’re barely melting into him at all, so he puts one arm under your legs and fully lifts you into his lap, wrapping you into as tight of a ball as he can manage.  He sits himself against the wall, crossing his legs like yours were a second ago, holding you against him in the fetal position and you gently keep crying, tears streaming steadily.

He holds you tight, placing gentle kisses on your forehead, breathing deeply with you.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?” he ventures, voice gentle as can be.

You let out a small sound, almost a groan but lacking in any strength, as you try to open your mouth and actually form words.  Your breath stutters, as you try to control it, try to get one good breath into the depths of your lungs.

“Grandpa died,” you squeak, breaths shuddering after, as the reality gently starts to seep into your chest.

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry baby,” Yunho responds, his heart sinking, his own emotions welling up inside him.  He knows you’ve held him at an arms length for so long, and he’s never truly understood why, just accepting that your excuse of being busy really was the truth.  He’s not sure you’ll let him be here for you now, but he wants to, and he doesn’t know how to say that, especially not when you’re crying in his arms, which has never happened before.

"I wish I wasn't leaving in a week," he sighs, and you turn your head up to him, looking confused.

"Why?" you ask. He'd been so excited for this summer research opportunity, so ecstatic when he'd been accepted. You were genuinely confused to hear those words leave his lips.

"Cause I wish I could be here for you," he sighs, placing a gentle kiss on your cheek.

"But you've been looking forward to it, aren't you excited?" you ask, wiping the tears away with the backs of your hands.

"Baby," he says, cocking his head to the side, looking at you dead on.

"Yunho," you sigh. You weren't sure what he was trying to say, but all you could think about was your grandma, your dad, even your mom.

"Don't you wish I could be here to, you know, be here for you?" His face full of emotion, full of something intense, and it makes feelings roil deep in your gut.

"You have a life to live," you say, shaking your head. "I'll be fine," you sigh, shoving your face into his shoulder again, hoping that it's true.

"I care about you, a lot, you know?" he asks, sighing himself.

"I know, but-" you cut yourself off with a sharp sigh, because you have absolutely no idea how to finish your sentence.

"I care about you. I'm your friend, I wish I was more, you know that, but-"

"Stop." The word squeaks out of you, as you bury yourself into him even more.

"I'm sorry," he sighs, hugging you close, scolding himself for even going there.

"I can't do this right now, I just- I-" you stumble over your words, tears coming again, and this time all you can think about is your granddad, his face yesterday, that slight smile that he made at you as you said goodbye, squeezing his hand.

"I need to call my mom," you sniffle, collecting yourself with a deep sigh. You pull yourself off of him, crawling off his bed, going over to the bean bag to grab your phone. You check your messages again, checking that your mom really sent that message, that you didn't dream it. It felt awful to read it again, everything wavering between feeling real and feeling completely absurd.

"I'm sorry," you say, seeing Yunho's face, his eyes full of worry. "I'm so sorry," you squeak, standing in place, your eyes closing as another wave of tears stream down your cheeks. Yunho jumps up from his bed to come hold you, pulling your head into his chest.

"Why are you sorry?" he asks, his voice soft as ever. His body feels warm against you, his head gently laying on yours.

"I don't know," you whisper, but you do know, you absolutely do, you just can't fathom getting into that conversation now with everything that's happening. "I need to go, I'm sure my mom will want me to come home today," you sigh, looking up at him, stepping back. You find your sweats, pulling them on slowly, not even bothering with putting on your panties that you can't find. Yunho's holding out your shirt to you, and you grab it and put it on too, the room filled with a silence that isn't completely comfortable.

You grab your things, staring at him, not sure what to say.

"You can call me, or text me, anytime. If you want to talk. Even while I'm in Maine. Whenever." His face is serious, his posture straight but still he almost looks deflated.

"Thank you," you say.

"Even if it's 3am, you can call me," he says.

You just nod in response, cause you know what'll happen if you say another word. You're already worried about all the tears you've shed this morning, how everything has changed between you, how vulnerable you've been in front of him. You give him one final hug, walking to his front door yourself, not looking back for a second as you walk away.

Yunho stares at the back of you, as you disappear down the stairs.

The tears come as soon as you're out of view, the feeling of his arms around you still lingering.

And he can hear your sniffles, even if he can't see you.

He's not sure if he's done anything right.

[kyokutsu-sama]

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A/n: Releasing another one shot about him because this scenario had been living in my head for a long time. I know that one is kinda long but it was one of the scenarios I most enjoyed writing fr❤️

Tw: Nsfw content

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There was no better combination than a calm night accompanied by the sound of crickets and water running down the stone steps of the small river in the garden next to your bedroom. You were sitting on the chair in front of the bed while thinking about several things at the same time, your eyes wandered to the crack in the sliding door that led to the garden to see the moon shining in the sky.

The nights in Hino were always the same but now they remained colder since the man you loved had to leave one day and was now captain of a squadron of magic knights.

You sighed heavily remembering the last conversation you two had, which wasn't the most pleasant. You had so many things to remember about each other, so many. You've never been able to look at anyone else since then, no one could make that flame grow again, just him.

Now the question is: How long would you keep staying there, thinking about the way he looked at you and touched you, instead of moving on with your life like he did?

You had no answer and every time you thought about moving on, he came back to your mind again and you went back because once again, there was no one left but him.

You took the glass next to the chair and filled it with drink and drank it, feeling the liquid burn your lips and throat. You closed your eyes, after putting the bottle down and took a long sigh as you remembered all those scenes again.

“Damn!”

You wanted to hate him, you wanted to punch him for leaving you behind. Why had he slipped through your fingers like that?

You should hate him instead of crying and wondering why he left for the kingdom of Clover, which was far away. You really wanted to hate him, but how? How would you hate the only person you truly loved in your life? The only person you opened up to and felt comfortable with?

So many nights coming home after getting drunk, and that's when things started. The hands snaking over both of the bodies, the hot lips, the wet kisses and so many other things...

The way you would hugged him on the living room couch or in bed, his hand stroking your hair as you two talked until fell asleep.

"No, you can't keep thinking about him. Forget that idiot..." You muttered with a long sigh, even though you knew you were lying to yourself with every word

The thoughts were scattered in seconds when a knock on the front door sounded and you jumped a little, startled.

You closed the door that led to the garden and straightened the ribbon that held your robe together before leaving the room and going to see who it was.

You placed your hand on the door handle, intrigued by the fact that someone had come to visit you at that time. As soon as you opened the door, you could have sworn you were hallucinating, or at least, you'd rather be. That idiot you were trying to forget, had appeared but this time in person and right in front of you. You definitely weren't expecting that man to ever think about showing up after all this time.

Now you were undecided between closing the door in his face or let him in but when you looked into his eyes for a while, calmly analyzing them, you knew he wasn't coming to make things worse.

He wanted something he thought he lost years ago.

"Hi..." Your voice was low and shaky as you lowered your eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"Can I come in? I didn't come to cause trouble, I promise."He spoke in a deep, calm voice, putting out his cigarette

Yes, he hadn't forgotten anything like you thought. He was aware that the last conversation was hard for both of you and he also knew that going there might not be the best choice but he had to try.

You looked down and motioned for him to come in, without saying anything.

He went to the living room and sat on the couch, you entered the room shortly after, standing in a corner, arms crossed and looking at some random corner. When he felt your presence, he looked back but you remained there motionless.

"Come closer, I won't bite you."He called you, pointing to the armchair next to you to sit."Let's talk."

"Talk?"

"Yeah."

"I don't think we should do that, it went wrong last time." You remembered, now looking at him

"We were young…"

"No, it wasn't just that. You had a goal and I had a place I didn't want to give up."

"I, however, gave up Hino when I was a brat because of family problems. You knew that and yet, I came back here, years later, as a magic knight. I remember you welcoming me that day with a big smile and we ended up drunk after a night of drinking. It could have always been like this, but life was not a bed of roses..."Yami said, looking at the ceiling and sighing

"Yes, and it wasn't. It really wasn't..." You said, approaching him and sitting in the armchair. "and now you come back as a captain, hoping that I would welcome you with a smile again. The thing is, that it didn't happen and you'll be leaving soon for the kingdom, carrying out your duties and I'll stay here alone and... waiting for you."You whispered the last words, knowing you had already said something you shouldn't

Yami looked at you for a moment, seeing melancholy in your eyes. He always seemed oblivious to other people's feelings but he wasn't a total idiot like many thought. He just felt more than he said. He knew you still liked him, maybe there was still hope. The captain hadn't forgotten about you either since he left that day. He remembered every night and every day with you. Every single one of them.

"Do you want something to drink?"You asked, trying to change the subject after seeing the tension that had arisen in the room between the two of you

"Yeah, something really strong, please."He waved and you got up and went to get something very strong as he had asked

His eyes following you to the kitchen, not failing to notice how nervous you looked.

You returned with his drink and he thanked you before drinking it, placing the glass on the coffee table.

"Do you still have that at home?" He asked, referring to the drink you offered him

"Yes, it used to be your favorite... our favorite, in fact." You looked at him and he smiled

"Yes, I know. Don't you drink too?"He took another sip and handed the glass to you

"No, I'm fine."

"You need it, it would cheer you up a little."He insisted

"No, seriously, I'm fine." You assured

Yami put the glass aside and leaned back but his eyes focused on nothing else but you, looking you up and down as if they were trying to talk to you.

You didn't know why he was there, or rather, why you were sitting with him, as if everything seemed fine and, on top of that, he was drinking your favorite drink. The one you two used to share the bottle with each other.

Could it be that you were doing that because you still loved him and because you didn't want to lose that bond again?

You didn't admit it but maybe that was it, but there was an internal struggle within you between the pride and the love you still felt and that was making you very frustrated.

"Hey?! Are you there?" He snapped his fingers close to your face and you 'woke up'

"Yes, I am and I would be better if you weren't here." You said, giving in to pride and using coldness, even though you knew you would regret it bitterly later

"Don't say that, you're ruining my sensitive heart here." He placed a hand on his chest to emphasize the scene

"Fuck that heart of yours, you didn't care about mine when you went to Clover."You got up and went to your bedroom, unable to stay in the same space as him

"Y/n, come back here, I'm not finished yet. Hey! Are you listening to me?" He shouted from the room but you ignored him. "That idiot is a tough nut to crack..." Yami grunted, getting up and went up to your room

That night would be long...

You were walking in a circles, completely out of your mind when the door opened and you immediately turned to face him.

"Yami, get out now!" You ordered as soon as you saw him

"I just came here to see you but not like this." Yami said, approaching you."Come on, calm down."

"Yami, seriously, GET OUT!" You weren't holding back anymore and your voice started to become tearful, something you wanted to avoid

"You don't want to do this, I know..."His words only intensified the moisture in your eyes until you felt tears falling

You were mad, you were tired but at the same time you felt light for letting out what was inside you all those years, even if it was in front of him. All those tears were suppressed for months and you always told yourself that you wouldn't cry for him but now you had reached the limit with that situation.

And tired of all those emotions, you confessed.

"I missed you..." You shouted, between tears and sniffles. "That feeling never went away because you were the only person I had... When you left after our last conversation, I just wanted to disappear. I didn't know when you would come back, or if you would actually come back." You looked at him and he was looking at you, while you vented. He had a heavy heart after seeing what a mistake it was to leave you alone. "I was alone all these years, there was no one else after you, just you."Your eyes met his, full of tears and he felt bad, seeing you like that. He blamed himself even if neither of you were to blame for what happened. It was just a mismatch of life.

“Things could have been different between us. It was my fault that you were like this and now I don't think there is anything I can really do to make things right..." He said, looking down

"No, no, it wasn't your fault for following your life goals," You said, wiping your tears and moving your hair away from your face, sighing."But, there's something I need to know."

"What?"Yami asked and you looked at him for a short moment

"Have you been thinking about me, all this time? Did you manage to look at anyone else, after me?" You asked, taking slow steps towards him and looking him in the eyes. Yami was a little taken aback by the question but answered.

"I did, I thought about you a lot of times, even though I know I should move on."Yami sighed and you looked away."Regarding the second question, I can also say that there was no one else. Even if there was one or the other, that tried..."He chuckled and you looked at him sideways

"Of course they tried, who wouldn't try anything with a man like that?" You thought

"Yami?"You looked at the man in front of you, from top to bottom

"What?"

"I still miss you," You lookes into his eyes, telling the true about what you were feeling."Your touch still remains in me, your lips, your eyes, your voice, your arms, everything about you is still marked on me." You curved your lips in a smile

"Y/n..."He felt a little lost for words seeing how your eyes had changed expression

Your name left his lips in a soft, low tone but you stopped any other words from coming out of his mouth as you kissed him intensely, taking him by surprise. He didn't think you would kiss him like that after all that, he even thought you would kill him right there.

Your hands held the back of his head firmly while his went to your waist, you could taste the taste of the drink on his tongue in that rough kiss. You broke the kiss to catch your breath, looking into his eyes, there was desire but something even deeper.

"You...What happened to you?" He asked, unable to help but smile

"Just shut up." You ordered before kissing him again

His hands undid the knot of your robe and removed the fabric from your body, exposing your naked body, your hands hurriedly ran over him, removing his shirt. You needed him more now than at any other time, you gave in to the deepest thoughts, the strongest desire, which you fought for years but now you had lost.

He grabbed the back of your thighs and took you to the bed, laying on top of you. He kissed your neck, marking all the skin as your fingers ran through his disheveled black hair. Maybe you missed it more than you thought.

He left the curve of your neck and brought his lips to your breasts, his mouth was voracious around them, his hands felt the flesh and his tongue swirled around your nipples, making you let out low moans.

He was more intense and his touch was more voracious and rougher than the other times. He was no longer the magic knight you had dated, he was the captain and an indomitable man now.

He knelt on the mattress and grabbed your legs, spreading them and reveling in the sight of the wet sheen, running down your folds that only made him want to bury himself deep inside you.

"You're too wet for a person you don't want to see in front of you," Yami said, running two fingers through the slit and you arched up. "Did you miss that too?"

"Yes, fuck yes." You said, breathlessly

He distributed kisses all over your thighs, leaving red marks all over, until he reached the middle of your legs and devoring your clit, making loud moans come out of your lips. Your body was taken by surprise by that man's roughness.

Many years might have passed but he was still the best at what he did down there. Yami ran his hands from your thighs and brought them to your waist, keeping your body firm against his face as he ate you out. Your hands pulled his hair, whimpers left your lips feeling the humidity increase.

You wanted that so much, you wanted his hands running through you, digging his fingers deep into your skin and leaving marks that you would appreciate in the morning.

His lips sucked your sensitive spot, the tip of his tongue swirling around it and driving you crazy, your head fell to the side with your eyes rolling back.

Yami looked up to find your face reveling in pleasure, that sight only turned him on even more and he could already feel his member aching against the fabric of his pants.

"Yami, I ahhh...so close. "You said between moans and with heavy breathing

He was completely oblivious to your words, wanting to take more from you, to taste how delicious you were.

"Come to me, let me taste you," He whispered, in a husky voice against your pussy. "You still have the best taste"

You could swear it was his voice that made you come at that moment, everything about that man was hot. He brought one hand to your folds, caressing them before inserting a finger into you, you closed your legs around his head and he used his other arm to hold one of them.

He added the second and your loud moans afterwards were music to his ears. He really thought about you calling for him, with that voice so full of desire, in his room.

His fingers moved in and out of you quickly as the tip of his tongue continued to taste your overstimulated clit. You closed your eyes, unable to take all that any longer, drops of sweat slid down your skin and your body trembled with goosebumps.

It didn't take long for you to come and wet the captain's fingers, who removed them from you and took them to his mouth to taste you again, wiping the corners of his mouth afterwards.

You opened your eyes seeing him looking at you, you could guess by the look and that mischievous smile that he was still starting.

"What's wrong, princess? Are you going to faint from exhaustion? You've weakened." He chuckled and you couldn't help but smile with him too, even though the urge to punch him was still there

"I didn't weaken, I'm just waiting for you to decide."You said, placing your hands on the mattress and sitting up to see his face up close

"Decide what?" He frowned

"If you're going to fuck me or if you're going to go back to the clover kingdom and leave me here to finish the rest," You said, taking one of your hands to caress the bulge in his pants. "Come on, captain. You know you want this too." You whispered next to his lips

He had to admit that when you called him captain, it caused something in him and he would want to hear that come from your lips again.

He grabbed your chin with one hand and pulled you forward to kiss you, you knelt in front of him with your legs still heavy, without moving away from his lips for even a moment. You took your hands to his pants and started untying the belt on his pants, he lifted his hips so you could lower him along with his underwear. He helped you to take the rest and threw them aside before kissing you again, his tongue carrying your own taste in it.

You took your hand to his cock, stroking it from bottom to top, feeling the first drops run down your hand and the length. He moaned against your lips when you sped up the movements with your hand, one of his hands grabbing the back of your neck and the other on your waist. You left his lips, licking yours, swollen and wet, while looking into his eyes that begged for you.

"I want you inside me," You asked and he sighed heavily. "Do what you want with me."

Yami didn't hesitate and turned you onto your back, placing you face down on the mattress and positioning himself behind you. You lifted your hips up towards him as your hands grabbed the sheets, you looked over your shoulder, enough to see his hands spreading your legs and grabbing your hips. Yami already missed that sight.

"I want to see if that voice still sounds as loud as it did back then." He said as he ran his hands over your skin and you giggled, looking back

"Why? My dear captain missed my voice too? How sweet!" You said and he slapped on of your cheeks and you moaned

"Don't talk too much. You'll end up hurting yourself." He leaned over to whisper in your ear and you chukled

He pulled away and held his cock, keeping the other hand on your hip, entering you slowly and making you whimper when you finally felt him inside, making your walls widen and your legs tremble. You dreamed about feeling that sensation again and now you couldn't be more pleased to be able to to feel him filling you, making you squirm beneath him.

He barely waited for you to adapt to him and he started thrusting into you from behind and you gripped the sheets tighter. The captain really didn't expect something like this to happen again but there he was and since you had done it like this, he would give it his all. He thrusted you strongly as he remembered the memories you two before, in Hino. He wanted to fuck you the day you two argued, he wanted to shut your mouth with his and try to resolve things but you needed space and when you pushed him away and ran away from him, he realized he couldn't do it nothing, but now, now he could.

His hands grabbed your flesh, marking it well so that he could see his hands there later and be able to say that he had done it to you because you were still his. His hips slammed against yours hard and fast, your legs could barely handle that intensity. Yami was a very strong man and had no problems using that strength to his advantage.

One of his hands went to your clit and rubbed it in quick, circular movements, eliciting countless moans from you. He looked at the reflection in the mirror next to him and that scene made him even harder and made him go deeper.

You were also able to see him through the reflection, his body coming and going against yours, your insides tightened around him just seeing that image. Tears of pleasure were overflowing your eyes and your mouth kept whimpering and saying his name.

You no longer remembered anything that had happened before, just how good he was making you feel.

"That's it...Just like that...So good" You moaned breathlessly and he smiled

He pulled you against his chest with one arm around you, his hand running down the valley of your breasts and the other caressing you down there while you held onto his forearms.

"Do you like this, huh? Couldn't you get over the idea that you were made for me all this time?" He said, thrusting you even deeper and you arched your back, tilting your head back

Your mind was blank and you didn't speak up but he was right, you couldn't and there you were.

"I'm coming...Yami ohh, I'm coming..." You said with a loud moan

You laid your head on the mattress as your cum squirted over his length, still penetrating strongly and erratically inside you. He bent down to suck the skin of your neck, he placed both hands on your hips, giving you one last strong thrust as he came inside you, filling your insides as he enjoyed the way your wet, warm insides tightened him inside you.

You lost track of what time it was, if it was still night or if he was still there.

Little by little, you were coming down from the enormous peak of pleasure he had given you and that was when you realized that it was still night and that it was late and that yes, he was still there.

Yami withdrew from you and you let your exhausted and sweaty body fall onto the mattress, you couldn't feel your legs and your breathing was very unregulated. With a lot of effort, you managed to turn around to face him, equally panting.

The captain took the cigarette out of the pocket of his pants, lying on the floor, and lit it, blowing the smoke as he sat on the mattress, looking at you at the mess he had done with you.

"You look like you won't be able to walk straight for the rest of the week." He said taking a drag and you smiled

"Guess who's to blame?"

"You're the one who started teasing me."

"Me? You're the idiot here, you're the one who did these things to me."

"But you like it when I do that, don't you? Because I don't ear you complain about it" He said, releasing the smoke between his lips and looking you in the eyes

You could see something else in his eyes besides the previous desire, it was as if he wanted to be there, close to you. You didn't want to talk about feelings now but you couldn't help it, you had to bet.

"Yami?" You called in a low voice and after managing to catch your breath

"What?"

"You still love me?"You asked, after a moment of hesitation

The captain took one last drag of his cigarette before putting it out and pulled your body onto his lap, you put your arms around his neck, looking into the eyes of the man you would do anything for.

He placed a kiss on the crook of your neck and then looked at your face again before kissing you gently. He wasn't a man of beautiful words like in usual romances but his actions made your heart burn with love. However, he clarified it in words just for you.

"Yes, I still love you, idiot." He whispered next to your lips and you smiled, feeling a tear fall

You hugged him, wrapping his body in a hug of longing and the need to have him with you. You could stay in his arms forever, it would always be your favorite place, your place of comfort. You couldn't contain the tears and small sobs against the crook of his neck.

"Why are you crying? I said I loved you and you react like this? I don't understand..." He frowned as he ran a hand through your hair

"It's just happy to know, that's all. Tears are not always about sadness."You said, moving away from the crook of his neck

"Oh, I thought you were sad because I liked you. My heart couldn't take it..." He chuckled as he wiped your tears with his thumbs

"You and your stupid little heart again." You rolled your eyes, smiling

"Seriously, he's very fragile and--"Yami countered but you silenced him with a kiss

His hands caressed your back as he tasted the lips he loved so much. It was something slow, unhurried and intimate, something you loved living.

"Yami..." You whispered his name, pulling away from the kiss for a moment. "I think..."

"Say it." He encouraged, seeing you confused

"Would you accept me in your squad?"

Yami never expected to hear those words coming from someone who clung to that place so tightly but he would never reject you.

"Are you sure? You're not going to cry because you miss home?" He teased you

"Your presence is my home and if we still love each other why should I live far away from you?"

"Yeah, you're right. Well, I can take you with me but be prepared because those people there are fucking crazy."

"Your magic knights?"

"Yes, those brats." Yami laid you down on the mattress and lay down by your side, pulling you close to him

"I'm sure they love you."

"They do."He sighed

"Would they love me too?" You pondered

"I think so but if not, nothing like a good kick in their asses to make them change their mind about you." Yami said in a threatening tone and your eyes widened

"You're always the same brute idiot as always." You snuggled into his chest and he chuckled

"Don't you like this brute here?"

"You didn't hear me complain, did you?"

"No."

"Then, shut up and let me sleep."You slapped his chest

"This woman is still a danger..."He muttered, before falling asleep shortly after

[opiumkitten]

A Special Delivery

It is Christmas Eve, and there's no better way than to bring in Christmas than with the Boss himself. Sett is one of my favorite characters and I'd just been complaining about not having a Santa Settrigh when the Winterblessed line refreshed, this amazing artist created this masterpiece (which i own no rights to, but this man is truly amazing) and he wasn't included. Whether it's due to lore that he remains a Chinese New Year Skin or not, I'd prefer to sit on his lap more than Gragas or Braum...

There isn't much Sett smut, and I aim to change that little by little.

Anyway. Enjoy this Modern Delivery Man AU with our favorite Honey Badger/Wolverine!

The Collection

Word Count: 2760

MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI MINORS DNI

*Note: My works are written from the eyes of POC. There will be descriptions as such in my works. If that makes you uncomfortable, please replace the words in your head ok?) Also I'm thinking of maybe adding a part 2 where they explore further? I'll let you know.*

Warning: Smut, Oral: Sett Receiving, Ass Eating (Reader Receiving, Yeah. I went there.)(There's more surprises...but you'll just have to read and find out.)

*knock*knock*

Shuffling down the stairs, I hurriedly tied the robe around me as I tried to focus-

“Hi!”

“Hey, packages for Y/FN Y/LN?”

“Y-yes, that me..” Sighing through the-

“Ok, let me just pull up the signature page.” Silence filled the doorway…or…actually there was a…buzz..?

Drumming her fingers on the door seemed to drown it out, her chest leaning against the frame. Her eyes seemed a bit lazy-

“Settrigh, is it?” She was looking at his name tag, biting her lip as she took in just how big he was.

Not that she had any other choice, everyone was tiny in comparison to him.

The smell of hot cocoa wafted through, making him shiver. This was his last delivery of the night. It’d been freezing all day, what’d he do to have some.

“Yeah, um…?”

“Your nose is really red…” Peaking down at her, her robe fell from her shoulder, catching on the swell of her breast…a peak of her areola showing-

“And your face seems windswept…are you ok?”

“Just…really cold out today. This uh…a gift for your boyfriend?”

Chuckling, he handed her the device-

Her hands were shaky, her dominant hand clenching the E-pen to steady her grip.

“No…best friend…we spoil each other.” She stopped signing, closing her eyes as she breathed deep.

“You ok?”

“Ye..yes…”

“I’ll take these inside for you.”

“No, its ok I can-“

“-Ma’am, let me help. My ma would give me hell if she’d knew I let a pretty woman lift something like this on her own.”

The compliment had her biting her lip and scissoring her thighs together.

Which far exceeded what's he'd expected.

Though.. she already looked flustered-…?

The buzzing came back. Low and a bit closer as he got his hands around the box-

Pulling open the door she pressed behind it as she pulled the robe down while shivering.

The chocolate smell was much stronger, making him hum as he came in.

“Where do you want me?” Y/n's eyes became hooded, but she hid her reaction as she pointed to the elegantly decorated tree. Sett did as told-

“Ah!”

The clatter of the pen hitting the ground brought his head around.

And he finally found out what the buzzing was.

A light…in the center of her ass as she bent over illuminated the robe…and droplets of arousal peaked from under the lapel. So…this is why she was so shaky, hm?

“You a holiday kinda girl?”

“…sort of…” Getting to her knees, the cheeky reply was an understatement as the red and green tinkled proudly, her round ass on display as she reached under the shoe rack.

“It looks great in here. This was my last one for the day, was thinking about getting a hot chocolate on the way home, and you definitely convinced me now.” She chuckled anxiously, collecting the pen as she stood slowly while he walked pass.

Collecting the second box, she bit her lip as he set it down, flicking the ornament-

A sharp breath brought his head around, her nervous smile as she tried slowing down her breathing.

“Thank you, Settrigh.”

“Sett is fine. I’ll be on this route permanently now, so you'll see me more often, Ms. Y/N.”

“You didn't have to bring these in. As thank you and a welcome…can I interest you in a cup of hot chocolate?”

Sett raised an eyebrow, he was sure of what he saw.

Could she really hold her bluff-

Panting, she leaned against the sofa.

“You sure? You don’t seem to be feeling well…”

“I-I’m ok…just need to do something before i-“

Cum?

Sett didn’t finish the sentence however, watching her claw at the arm.

“-Make it.”

“…Then let me go lock up the truck.”

“You can wait in here. I’ll be back down.”

He didn’t raise suspicion about it, going a bit slower to lock up everything before closing the door behind him and taking off his shoes. As he settled onto the couch, the coziness of the place sunk into his bones, knocking off the chill-

A muffled airy moan peaked through the quiet drone of the house before silence was heard again.

Sett couldn’t help but laugh, taking out his phone as he clocked in his hour break before ending the day.

When she finally came back down, she seemed a bit better, leaning against the threshold to the kitchen as she crossed her arms.

He looked so good, draped across her couch like that.

“Comfy?”

“Yeah, thank you again for this.”

“Of course, how do you want it?” Sett took a moment, watching her hips sway as she disappeared into the kitchen.

“Creamy. With milk. If you don’t mind.”

Hearing her rummage through, he waited before-

Peaking around the corner she held up vanilla almond milk.

“Do you mind?”

“No, I prefer that one. It’s what I use anyway."

Smiling, she went back in.

“In that case, do you like peppermint?”

“You reading my mind or something?”

“Califia has a peppermint mocha almond creamer. I'll need you to show me how much you want, though.”

He watched her set things up, turning on the stove before his footfalls met her ears, bringing her glance towards him as she reached for the cabinet-

“Can you pick your mug? They’re in there.”

Grabbing a large mug with cat ears, she put in the powder before making a divot.

“I usually do half milk, half creamer…”

Watching her pour in the half cup, she looked to him as she picked up the creamer.

“Show me?”

Grabbing her hands, he got in close. The crisp outdoorsy scent filled her nose, the slight smell of his pheromones a pleasant aroma she welcomed.

Y/n didn’t pull away as he poured in the liquid, and then a bit extra-

Her robe slipped from her shoulder, revealing her caramel skin.

The smell of jasmine danced through the blooming chocolate aroma.

“That should do it.” A faint hum answered him, her weight shifting back as he rested his chin on her head. In the quiet droning, their heartbeats drummed loudly before she picked up a spoon.

The soft scrape and tacking only made him realize just how close he was. His hand had found purchase on her hip, the other on the counter as he thumbed over her belt.

His first day on his new route, and he was getting cozy with one of the residents.

But what could he do?

She was so cute.

And she wanted him too.

He could tell by the fact that she’d pressed into him more, the round of her ass plush against him-

Taking the measuring cup, she put a bit of the warm milk in the powder before stirring, making sure it dissolved without making air pockets before repeating the process-

Her vigorous stirring brought Sett’s attention south, her ass jiggling as the robe slowly shifted.

By the time she finished, the beautiful umber of her nipple was teasing him again.

“There." Sett leaned into her neck, breathing deep as he tried to calm himself. Only, his senses were intoxicated by her lovely scent, making him crank down on her waist.

“Smells good. Thank you.” She didn’t move till he did, turning around as she rested against the counter. Watching as he took a sip, warmth greeted her as he smiled.

“It’s so smooth.”

“When you slowly add the milk and stir it quickly, it ends up like that. It’s the only way I make it.”

“You spoil all your delivery drivers like this?”

“You hug all you residents like this?”

Sett laughed as she made her way to the living room, fixing her rob as she smirked over her shoulder. Following after her, he to res in his previous position as she put down a coaster, placing the cup on top as she tucked her knees under.

“No, actually. You’re the first one I’ve ever taken up on being invited in.”

“Hm? That wasn’t what I asked you though.” Stretching her leg, Sett allowed Y/n into his lap, rubbing her calf as she leaned on her hand.

“I asked if you’d ‘hugged’ anyone else…” Smirking, he took his time sipping from the mug.

“If the answer is no, will you let me hug you?”

“I find it hard a guy like you hasn’t.”

“Why? Think that just cause I’m handsome I take every invitation for a bit of warmth?”

“You telling me I’m the first one you just couldn’t turn down?”

Taking another drink, he hummed as the chocolate settled just right.

“You got a lot of questions for someone who answered the door with a buttplug inside them." Sett caught Y/n’s leg before she could pull away.

“Let alone have a full conversation while it’s going…and even inviting me in while you finish. It’s not as quiet as you think.”

Pressing into her calf, he pulled her a bit closer, getting a good look at the flustered look on her face.

“Plus, with the lightshow it was giving off? I’d say you were planning this-“

“-I wasn’t…but you’d caught me at a bad time…and I didn’t want to wrestle with it and risk missing you.” She didn't meet his gaze as she chewed on her lip, his hand flitting higher as he gripped her knee.

“Getting redelivers around this time of year is a hassle.”

“So, do you spoil all your delivery drivers like this?” Rubbing at her thigh, he felt her jolt-

Her eyes finally met his, glazed over with curiosity and desire.

“No…but it’s the holidays, right? If a gift like you shows up, why wouldn’t I want to unwrap it?”

Thoughts of her climbing into his lap as she undid his shirt flitted through his mind. She’d be so tiny, her hands trying to work him inside as she straddled him.

She’d probably feel like heaven, warm, wet and so fucking tight around him-

“As good as that sounds, I’ve been working all day and-“

“-I know we just met…but you don’t…I like your scent. So let me decide if I want this or not.”

Of course…she did want it.

But he didn’t think she’d want this.

Growling out a sigh, his head fell back as a loud slurp rang through his ears. Her tongue wrapped around him as she suckled harder-

The groan he was holding in was forced up his throat as the plush underside of her tongue slowly massaged his head. Her robe was just didn't want to do it's job today, her full breasts peaking at him as those pretty eyes met his.

The wet chirapsia of her grip slowly eased the stress of his day up his shaft as she moaned over his length. One of her hands disappeared-

The dull drumbeat was heard again before her moans became awry, her hand slowly matching the rhythm of her mouth.

“Y/N…you didn’t…oh fuck…” As she swallowed around him, he sucked in a breath-

Her moaning pitched higher, her thrusts going deeper.

“Shit…I’m gonna cum-!” Gripping her hair hard, he tried pulling her off- her throat was so warm and tight as she drank him down, her tongue still snaked around him.

His husky whimper only egged her on, her eyes pleading as she pushed on his hand in her hair…

Begging him to push harder.

Sett tried to be gentle, but the pressure was not helping as she went faster, he went deeper, rougher till his hips started-

“Y/N-! Fuck!”

Her erratic moans were cut off as he thrusted hard into her throat, every inch of him being devoured by her plush lips.

Y/N milked every drop and moan from him as she swallowed around his length, her hand wringing him dry before lightly squeezing his heavy sac-

Slowly easing off, she suckled hard at his head, her shallow thrusts making his tense body tremble as his broad chest struggled to breathe.

“Y/N-! I already-!” The loud pop of release made him moan loud, kitten licks catching on his sensitive spots before she laid on his thigh, marveling at his manhood as she held it.

“Finished already? For someone so big I expected you to take a bit longer to cum. But you’re so sensitive, Settrigh.”

“Just had a long day at work…is all.” A happy little coo met her-…but Sett wasn’t going soft.

At all.

“Are you satisfied…?” Sett finally caught her gaze as she slowly became flustered again.

“Oh? You scared now?”

“No…” The lie made him smirk as Y/N pried her paws off of him, the thick slap on his abs only making her more anxious.

His phone went off, signaling his 15 minute warning as he silenced it.

“Don’t worry. I don’t have enough time to get you used to it. So do me a favor and get up here.”

He didn’t wait for her to reply as he pulled her up, kissing her before resting her on the arm of the couch as he pushed her ass in the air.

“I’m sorry I have to rush, Doll, but I got about 15 minutes to make you cum. So be good and don’t hold back, ok?”

He was raised to be a gentleman, and he never left a woman unsatisfied.

Ever.

So undoing the robe quickly,  he lifted the lapel as he kissed her thighs, licking over her spilled arousal as he hummed.

“You taste so good. Fuck…” Kissing her clit, he sucked hard at the nub, making her jolt as she grabbed a fist full of his hair.

“I’d love to eat you out. But I just had that cocoa. And my hands are dirty. So I’ll be eating this instead…”

Pressing the plug in further, he pulled at it slowly, her taught hole unwavering as she bit down to keep it inside.

“Your ass is so fucking needy. Come on pretty girl. Let it go so I can put my tongue inside-“ The pop as she finally released it made her moan hard, Sett marveling at the length and girth-

“Y/N, I’m so fucking happy you answered the door with this in.” Truly, he never enjoyed work as much as he did today. He took a moment to take in the pretty hues of her asshole, the beautiful contrast of the pink and sepia as he massaged her soft ass made him hum with excitement.

Diving in deeper, he hugged her thighs closer as he pulled her up into him, making Y/N pull him in by his hair as she tried to steady herself.

His tongue was thick and long as he dove into her, the wet muscle undulating inside before he pulled out and spread her wider.

This was definitely moving up on the list of best Christmas' too.

Her hips moved on their own, Sett following as he allowed her to use his face anyway she saw fit. Her ass bounced and cut off his air, his hot pants tickling her flower-

Smacking her ass with both hands, he gripped her open before tongue fucking her hard and fast, making her still as she clawed at the couch.

Thanks to the toy, she was already close. And Sett being so good and hungry for her she was-

“Gonna-please-!” Just as quickly as the words left her, she tightened down on his tongue as she came. Keeping his tongue deep, he rode her through till she couldn't take it anymore-

He didn’t stop, rubbing his face in her warm slick. He knew he shouldn’t but he couldn’t waste his reward.

Especially when she tasted so fucking good.

Y/N allowed him to lick up every drop, even as her sensitive spots fluttered for reprieve and the tingle of the mint started tickling her till his kissed over his handprints, the reddening marks still stinging as he worshipped her.

“And you say I come quick?” He watched as her pretty holes winked happily at him.

He wanted to fill them so fucking badly.

“You…had a head start…” Ragged breaths left her as she tried to steady herself.

“Hmmm…how about next time we see who can do it faster?”

The alarm blared loudly, making him tisk as his fun ended. He had to return the truck before ending the day, and that meant he had to get in gear.

“Next time?”

“I don’t have work on the weekends. I’ll drop off more than head then. Deal?” Y/N smiled at he kissed her asshole, making her bite her lip as she looked back at him.

“Only if it comes with this special delivery.”

“For you? This is just the basics. I got something that'll keep on giving for naughty girls like you.”

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[cbncb0280]

Deep Sensations (Tom Riddle X Reader - Smut)

Hello! Thank you for picking this out. I am an ex-fangirl of Tom Riddle so I wrote some smut of him and you instead. Don't worry, no kinky or absolutely revolting or highly detailed stuff will be included. I think I wanna start a Tom Riddle X Reader story soon on Quotev, but this'll be my first ever proper smut.

Btw, the reader is a Ravenclaw in this.

Warnings: 13+ smut, oral sex, and a lot of rlly rlly nice chunk, all rights reserved

Welp, my first ever proper smut, and I'm still up writing this around 1am and 2am! Enjoy!

You were in your common room feeling really upset. Your life was ruined. No one could ever love you as you were such a weirdo and you were unable to fit in.

There was only one person who could ever love you. And that person was the boy you fell in love with.

You were in your fifth year and all your friends had dumped you because you were perceived as 'different' to them and they were highly judgemental and gossipy people.

Tom hated them just as much as you did. You were both secretly together after all, but he had a secret he was going to tell you soon...

Boty of you were so much alike. Different, separate, smart people who were more interested in more useful things in life rather than a whole load of bullshit you tended to hear from your 'friends'.

But Tom was a Slytherin and you were a Ravenclaw. A nerdy Ravenclaw trapped in their own thoughts and world. That's what attracted Tom to you. You were different.

There was also something deep inside of you that lusted for something, but what?

Suddenly, you heard a knock at your bedroom door. Thankfully, you somehow had a whole room to yourself since your 5th year, now you were in your 6th year.

"Come in," you said.

The door opened and it was Tom. He looked at you with wide, lustful eyes. He felt so ready to do something to you which kinda freaked you out a little.

"Tom, what's wrong?" You asked him.

Suddenly, his eyes strangely softened. He loved looking at you. You were so beautiful. Your whole body was made just for him to make out with. This reminded him of your first kiss and how he made you moan so damn hardly.

Now this time had come. He was going to make you moan, cum and do all sorts of things with you.

"Y/N," Tom began, "I was just wondering if you, erm..."

This was unusual for someone like him. He sounded so soft and gentle compared to what he was before. Overall, you knew that he was a cruel and vindictive boy who opened the Chamber of Secrets, but you still loved him for goodness knows why.

Perhaps because of his amazing handsomeness and intelligence? After all, he was a model student who got top grades in absolutely everything and everyone simply adored him, making you envious of him.

"What do you want, Tom?"

"I- the time has come Y/N. I know you've been so desperate to have this, just like me. Let's do it, today."

You automatically nodded and went over to him to put your arms around him. Your lips smashed onto each others' and it turned into an exceedingly passionate kiss.

Tom lifted you up onto the bed, getting ready to pull all your clothes off and make you moan and cum.

"Tom..." you moaned while kissing him hardly.

His lips trailed from your lips to your jawline and neck, where he gave loads of kisses and licks and sucks that you had hickeys everywhere.

Suddenly, his hand went up your tights and he began to rub your soft spot through your pants. You immediately cummed and moaned, needing him and only him more than ever.

"Alright, time for an amazing night, my precious Y/N."

And that was it. He ripped your skirt, tights and underwead off, as well as your robes and shirt, then lastly your bra which made you blush deeply in extreme excitement.

"Hmmm, now what do we have here?" Tom whispered as he looked at those two perfectly shaped breasts ready to have their main purpose fulfilled.

Tom, while rubbing your absolutely soaking wet clit and putting his finger slowly up your best part began to suck those two desperate breasts and lick them as well. It felt super good for you to finally feel this waiting and longing sensation and now it had finally arrived.

He continued making you moan while he played with those two breasts made for him to do his dirty works with. Then he began to kiss your stomach and chest until he was just about to do the best part when you stopped him.

"Your clothes, Tom," you began.

Then Tom just remembered and you began to remove his shirt and robes as he took off his trousers, socks and finally the best part.

Then that's when the next time came. Slowly and steadily, he began to lick that wet and desperate part of you all around for at least a good thirty seconds or so. You couldn't help but feel totally wet afterwards.

You loved it and he continued to do it for a little while to see how amazing you tasted, until he stopped.

After resting on top of you and before it was time for the big thing, you slowly put your hand around his thingy and rubbed it a little to get a taste of him for a little. Until...

You stopped and he began to thrust inside of you. You both moaned while he did so and he kissed your neck and lips hardly while doing so.

Unfortunately, after putting his entire thingy through you, you felt a horrible pain.

"It'll be okay, Y/N. It won't last for long."

And Tom was right. You were the wettest person one could ever make out with and your private part was perfectly and just made for this. He felt very good around you and all those high extra sensitive nerves inside of you reacted hardly to it.

He played with your private part as he kept thrusting in and out of you, but always making sure he kept inside of you. You released lots and lots of orgasms and he released all those amazing chemicals into you onto those highly sensitive and super lovely nerves for you.

He carried on kissing and snogging your neck as you licked and kissed the left side of his. He carried on cumming inside of you for a nice while, until he was ready to pull out and to taste all those amazing chemicals you had released everywhere! Wow, what a mess there was!

Before he was about to do that, you both kissed each other on your lips passionately for a good minute and your tongues certainly met.

"Tom, that was amazing. Please, I need it again," you whispered to him then he put his finger on your lips and kissed them again.

"If you promise me one thing, Y/N."

"Anything Tom, my true love. What is it?"

"That we'll rule the world together."

Squealing with delight, you kissed him hardly again and agreed to him.

He needed to lick you first before you could enjoy another new precious smut. Goodness me, you felt super good and highly wet around him.

You had a fab great time as he licked you for a little bit everywhere again and he took your hands in his.

Suddenly, you both got prepared and ready as you rocked around each other and you began to kiss his neck and jawline, licking it that it made him moan hardly.

"Y/N..." he moaned, then you kissed his stomach for a little before licking and sucking his best thing on him for a little.

He rubbed your inside, putting a couple of his fingers through it while he enjoyed the fantastic sensation you gave him until the next smut took place and you both rocked around everywhere, kissing each other hardly on the lips, releasing chemicals and your highly sensitive nerves having such a great time with him inside of you.

From several weeks onwards, you did this at least twice a week during all those weeks and you did even more stuff with each other. You both never got bored and the more you did it, the more you needed it every time. All your worries went away as all this occured which is partly why you two did this.

Your nerves also got more and more sensitive to the feeling every time he kissed you on the lips and other places all over your body and as he did these amazing oral licks on your best part and thrusted inside of you every time.

But unfortunately, the time came when you both had to stop and got caught and in huge trouble with the school and your peers...

He made you pregnant...

A/N: AHHHHHH, CRAP HELL! IDK WHETHER TO REGRET WRITING DIS OR NOT! IT'S MY FIRST EVER PROPER SMUT AND IT'S PRETTY DETAILED, AHHHHHH!

I need to get sleep now. It's after 2am now and I wrote this for over an hour. I hope u enjoyed but I feel kinda creeped out by all this...

[galindaelphaba]

Scream 6 thoughts

I saw the movie last night and I have a lot of thoughts and I just wanted to get them out. There will be spoilers below the cut - read at your own risk

I really liked the opening and enjoyed the twist of unmasking the ghostface, only for that ghostface to be killed by the main ghostfaces of the film

Sam’s arc in the movie is a highlight and I liked her a lot more in this compared to Scream 5

Sam’s therapy session is hilarious - when she said “i stabbed him 22 times and slit his throat” the therapist’s reaction was hilarious

I found it unintentionally hilarious when Sam was looking at Billy’s robe in the glass case with her hand to the glass like she was ready to be possessed by his spirit of something 🙃

Gale dodging Sam’s punch only to be hit by Tara is a highlight

Some people might think that Gale still writing about the Woodsboro murders that happened is a regression in character but honestly it feels true to Gale imo

Like that they mentioned Sidney - honestly don’t mind her not being in these films because it means she got her happy ending which she deserves

Meta commentary was weak and they didn’t have much to say (“we’re in a franchise now” - mindy pls this is the sixth installment 😭)

Very glad to say Gale and Kirby survived - I thought for sure Gale was a goner and mentally prepared myself for it to happen

Liked that the kills are a bit more intense/violent compared to other films in the franchise

Certain scenes feel like they serve no purpose other than to mislead the audience and make little logical sense to me (e.g. Ethan helping Mindy off the subway - why not just let her die or finish her off? nobody on the subway even noticed her. It is just in there to throw suspicion off of him. Det. Bailey calling the FBI to ask about Kirby only exists to make his assertion that she snapped more believable to the viewer)

Seeing two ghostfaces kill together and do a simultaneous knife wipe was so cool

I had gotten the feeling from language used in interviews that there were three killers pretty early on before the film so wasn’t too shocked by that reveal

Detective Bailey and Quinn are the most obvious killers in the franchise in my opinion - faked death is always a big red flag in this franchise

I didn’t guess Ethan because honestly I forgot about him dsjflkajdlk

The super secret cameo that had been hyped up being Richie is super disappointing for me

The scene where Kirby and Mindy are geeking out over horror movies is cute (but do people REALLY like both Candyman movies equally... I for one don’t)

Gale scrolling the Stab reddit sent me for some reason

Gale’s first ghostface call... it’s been a long time coming and ghostface taunting her about dewey nearly killed me

Also is it just me or is it dumb how Gale shoots like 5 shots at the door?

I find it kinda amusing that this movie marketed this ghostface as ‘something different’ yet so many of his victims miraculously survive

In a way I’m happy that all the returning characters survived as I like them all, but it does make the stakes feel a lot lower (esp Chad, he was stabbed so many times smh)

This movie feels like the requel version of scream 2 but scream 2 is so much better

The killer family angle is kinda weak in my opinion and this was probably one of my least favourite killer reveals

You can really tell they’re Richie’s family cos they’re so lame

Chad and Tara are kinda cute

Danny had literally no role besides just standing around lmao

Love the nods to previous films with the shrines and the way that the killer’s masks were being left at the crimescenes

Sam killing in Billy’s ghostface robe was great

[shivunin]

gently tosses you Fenris and Sebastian for the character meme

Carefully catches them both, but Fenris is kinda prickly and I fumble him a lil bit.

(Thank you for asking! c:)

(Character Ask thing)

Fenris

First impression: oh fuck did he just rip that dude's heart out through his back 😳(i am absolutely projecting this reaction onto Maria haha)

Impression now: I mean. there's no going back at this point lol. Dude altered my brain chemistry permanently. He is an asshole, he is deeply flawed, he is so hurt and angry and funny and so shockingly poetic. He is gorgeous and so unsure about anyone caring about him (platonically or romantically). He is loyal to a fault. He is still figuring out how to be his own person. He's the reason I got back into reading fic, and thus the reason I started writing fic and participating in the fandom at all. I don't even know what my opinion is anymore because that is how much I have thought about Fenris. I am rotating him in my mind at shocking speeds.

Favorite moment: It's a tie between the moment after he rips out Danarius's heart and turns to look at Hawke like 🥺-and- his final monologue. I also think his conversation w the mabari is really sweet. Or lol his "I was just glad. To see you. That's all." from the Legacy DLC

Idea for a story: *gestures to fic idea mountain* haha. But as for ones I have not written, my favorites are my "worst road trip with my future sister-in-law ever/fenris gets kidnapped" story (which i am writing very slowly rn) and one where there's some sort of double of Hawke and he has to determine which is the real her (I love this trope)

Unpopular opinion: Oh man. I have no idea. I guess that I enjoy the Bitter Pill -> Questioning Beliefs quest order version of the romance scene, but I also like the other one. There are painful pieces to both of them and that's what it's all about for me.

Favorite relationship: Fenris and Isabela. I love that they're constantly needling each other.

Favorite headcanon: The bodies in his foyer are practice dummies dressed in robes.

As funny as "Fenris lives in a literal mansion of corpses is," that level of squalor does, in fact, make you sick. Also...after six years, there are no signs of decomposition? With how many rats are sure to live in Kirkwall? I don't think so.

I like to imagine someone broke in at some point, saw the corpses on the floor, said "oh, no thank you, actually" and dipped, and Fenris went "Hmm. Now wait a moment, maybe I'm onto something."

So: that's my headcanon. The bodies are fake and he lets everyone think they're real/everyone jokes that they're real because it's a good bit. Now, does he leave his bedroom a hot hot mess always just because? Yes. But I think the bodies are fake.

Sebastian

*With the caveat that I have only started one pt with Sebastian because my console hates me (has to be plugged into an internet port directly to run the Exiled Prince DLC and there isn't one in the room with the TV) and most of my initial information was based on the fandom:

First impression: Ah, he must be the designated Religious Character for this game as a counterpoint to the dude who hates the Chantry. Got it.

Impression now: I am shaking him in a jar. He is such a wild study in contrasts?? When you do the quest in the Hahriman's mansion and one of the dudes is getting with the maid and Sebastian apologizes to Hawke for exposing them to it---I said "Excuse me, sir???" out loud. Like what? In a ~dark fantasy~ game, this guy is apologizing for you seeing some slap and tickle?

I think he wants so badly to believe that the world is black and white so he can do the right thing, and when confronted with all its variegations instead he creates exceptions. Lots of other characters do this, too (see: Fenris and Hawke/Bethany being "good" mages because they are stronger than the others and thus not tempted by demons/blood magic) but I think Sebastian particularly plays in the grey spaces in an interesting way.

Also, I think the running theme of him wanting vengeance/wanting to not want vengeance is fascinating in the light of that final scene at the Chantry. He's talked about trying to forgive before, but when it comes down to it he wants to kill Anders or march on Kirkwall if you won't let him. That is fascinating to me. I do really want to finish this playthrough with him so I can see the rest of it play out, but...we will get there.

Also, I think it's a bummer that he frequently gets left out of companion round-ups and lists. I get that he comes from a DLC, but love him or hate him he's a really interesting character in 2.

Favorite moment: I don't have a favorite, but anytime he's talking tbh. He has a really lovely voice

Idea for a story: I have a half-written thing about Sebastian and the role that faith plays in Hawke recovering from Leandra's death. A lot of it is coming to terms with the fact that Hawke doesn't really believe in Chantry doctrine...but it does genuinely help her to know that someone who shared Leandra's faith is praying for her in the way she would have wanted. He also does the service for Leandra even though Elthina offered (it was like. the only thing Hawke asked for: Sebastian has to do the service).

(A lot of this is inspired by the fact that he is one of the few companions who has lost his parents---not "never knew them" or "hated them and now they're gone" but actually lost them, complicated as their relationship was. And I think it's something that would help her in that moment)

Unpopular opinion: I liked bringing him on Anders' act 2 quest. Not only because of my own internal narrative (Maria asks Sebastian to kill her if it seems like the templars will take her because she is terrified of being made Tranquil and because she knows he'll do it if she can make him promise; all of which I find delightfully angsty) but because I think the conflict between Anders and Sebastian is exceptionally interesting if you've taken them on this quest together.

Favorite relationship: Sebastian and Fenris. I think they each challenge each other's ideas about the world and I like the way Sebastian treats Fenris. It feels nonjudgmental to me.

Favorite headcanon: Sebastian wanders Lowtown trying to help people in his off time. I refuse to believe that he actually hangs out in the Chantry all the time, and it seems like something he would find noble. I like to believe he spends time with the refugees after befriending Hawke, trying to connect them with the resources they need to find stability.

[batsarebetterthanpeople]

Ok but listen I have takes on this and I'm going to list them out

Stede- Wizard. The pagentry, the number of books, the fact that he thinks you can learn piracy from books. He's a book nerd with a fancy robe and a Wizard tower with a bunch of stupid doors pretending to be book cases and secret passageways. I will not be taking comments or criticism. I'm gonna give him either illusion or scribes for a subclass.

Ed- Warlock, there's a subclass where you get your powers from the Kraken. It's called the fathomless. I think how trapped he feels being Blackbeard could translate really well into a warlock with an antagonistic relationship with their patron. Also he's high charisma that's at least 50% of his thing and I think he should have illusion magic

Jim- Assassin Rogue. I have played dnd with people who had characters on two different occasions that were assassin rogues that had Jim's exact backstory and skill set this is the easiest call I've ever made in my life. There's also an argument for oath of Vengeance -> oath breaker Paladin. However I'm sticking to my guns on rogue.

Oluwande- Oluwande is an Oath of Devotion paladin and his oath is to Jim. Paladins in 5e don't actually have to be religious in nature or have a god they just have to believe in something so hard it gives them powers and I think Oluwande is that character concept where the oath is the marriage vows. He's been ride or die from day one and I think he should get to cast lay on hands about it.

Lucius- College of Eloquence Bard. Slutty Bard stereotype idc. What other skills does he have he's an artist and he's good at words. Next question.

Frenchie- I know bard is the obvious one here but I think it would be a real waste of Frenchie's genius to not go with Artificer. I think his player and the dm are homebrewing a bespoke artificer subclass for him and I think we should let the inventer of the pyramid scheme and fanfiction be a high charisma artificer with the entertainer background.

Black Pete- Fighter, probably a subclass from the PHB too. I'm not calling him basic I'm just saying

Wee John- ok I'm actually very excited to share this take with you because you're thinking sorcerer right? Because he's an arsonist? Well you're wrong. He's a wildfire druid. Need I say more

Roach- Now this one may be a bit controversial. But I think a life cleric is the way to go here. Roach doesn't come off very religious but he is the party healer and he's very devoted to survival.

Buttons- Either a Circle of the moon druid or a swarmkeeper ranger and his swarm is a flock of seagulls, take your pick, I lean towards druid because he's weird but that could be achieved with the hermit background and we've seen him default to magic for violence so I kinda want to go with full caster also I think he would enjoy wildshaping into a bear and rending someone limb from limb. Either way he's using primal magic. Also I think if we're assigning them races we should make him a lizard folk for the bite attack and the feature where you can regain hit points by eating fallen enemies.

The Swede- he sings so bard I guess.

Fang- Ranger specifically beast master so he can have a dog.

Ivan- Fighter but more well assembled than either Izzy or Pete. Like a real solid fighter with lots of useful feats.

Izzy- Fighter. He's good at one thing and it's swords. He's a fighter and he's dumped all his asis into being better at swords he took the piercer feat I know it. Get that man out of combat or even in combat with someone real goofy and he's got fucking nothing. Stede would cast mirror Image and Izzy would have a tantrum. Poorly assembled fighter.

Calico Jack- Barbarian but instead of going into a rage he throws a rager. I'll also accept Way of the drunken master monk but I'm partial to barbarian CJ.

Spanish Jackie- Mastermind rogue.

For Mary and Doug I think the best answer is bespoke commoner stat blocks. They're normal sorry. They've got painters tools proficiencies and maybe some higher stats than average but I don't think they're working with character levels. No offense they just don't strike me as the adventuring types and that's ok.

I am very interested in everyone's opinions. Pls RB for more responses!! ty 💖

[pianocat939]

Can I request a Yandere!Rise!tmnt hc for a reader who enjoys art or is someone who still sleeps with stuff animals? I’ve been reading your work for a while now and I really enjoy it! You can ignore this if you want! :D

Kinda stuck on plot with my other drafts rn so have some food.

I don't sleep with any plushies but I do have a Free Therapist Goat™ plushie (I have no life except this and playing instruments haha).

Tw: Manipulation but it's for a stupid reason, watching in sleep, trackers/cameras

Yandere Turtles with MC who Still Sleeps with Stuffed Animals Hcs

✦Raphie✦

Do you remember the episode where he lost his wallet while trying to buy a new robe for Splinter? Well, he had a coupon for a free bear plushie after buying 10 (I think the company is based on Build-A-Bear)

So anyway, I think it's canon that he has plushies, nonetheless sleeps with them. Which only means he absolutely loves that you do the same.

He always brings you along if he ever shops for new ones, clinging onto you as you look around. 100% tries to make/buy a bear plushie of you.

Will invite you to snuggle with your combined group of plushies. Hugs you as if you are a plushie if you sleep beside each other.

"I'm tired, wanna go take a nap with our plushies?"

I think if he learns this about you, he'll have you guys sleep or be lazy together with your plushies. He was clingy at first, but now it's amped up even more.

If you're up to it...Plushie playdates?

✦Leo✦

Bro has so much beef with the plushies that it's funny.

He's jealous and overall salty. How come those plushies get to cuddle up to you every night? Isn't he more important?

Will try to manipulate you into letting him sleep with you. He's not like gonna half-ass it too. Like full-blown plans out his every sentence to ensure he gets his spot. Except for the fact it's kind of obvious.

If you don't hug him first he's going to fucking lay on top of you. If you try to push him off he's going to be snarky and say something like, "Oh I get it! Apparently, this plushie is more important than this handsome, totally supportive, turtle!"

Tries to convince Mikey into being the judge of the court case of his suing for the plushies. Brings documents that state lies about them. Frames them 1000%.

Taping pictures of himself on stuffies is legal now.

(I'm sorry for making Leo a complete fucking crackhead but he will pull this shit off)

✦maDonna✦

Honestly, no comment.

He doesn't really care for them.

But, he will gift you plushies. Ones that have cameras and speakers in them so he can observe you closely.

I think he will use them to his advantage.

(There isn't much to say, he really has no opinion of them)

✦Marble Stone✦

Finds it cute.

Of course, such a divine being would do something so pure, so wholesome.

He'll buy you a ton, and maybe some of them of you for himself.

If you invite him to join he'll be jumping up and down in joy. Makes sure everything is perfect and that you're comfortable.

While you're sleeping, he'll watch you for a while. You're his muse, so he needs to remember everything in perfect detail.

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Sorry that Donnie and Mikey are short. There isn't much to say for Donnie and Mikey has a very simple(?) reaction.

- Celina

[moonyswritinq]

Hi!! Could you possibly write a Obi Wan x Male reader (or gender neutral if you want) where Anakin and Ashoka (maybe even Rex if you want more chaos) accidentally find out about Obi Wan’s relationship with the reader? Of course you don’t have to if you don’t want to! Thanks!!

caught in the moment — obi-wan kenobi x male reader

❝ CAUGHT IN THE MOMENT ❞

SYNOPSIS ➢ You and Obi-Wan have been sneaking around for months and you're long overdue being found out. It was only a matter of time. It's only fitting it would be by the three people who knows you best and are the most obnoxious about it.

PAIRING ➢ obi-wan kenobi x male reader

CONTENT WARNING ➢ secret relationship, swearing, tension, suggestive content, generally just idiocy, hints of Anakin x oc, idk kinda angsty? kissing, making out, rivalry, slight ooc Obi-Wan, a stupid Jedi council

WORD COUNT ➢ 3.2 k

AUTHORS NOTE ➢ thank you so much for this request! it was very fun to write. i wanna apologize for taking so long to write this though. i wrote half of it like a month ago but i've been so busy with my job and moving and now i have a little time before uni starts so i thought why not catch up on my writing. this is not my best work but i am still kind of proud. if you pay attention you will notice an original character in this fic — Emrys. He is based on one of my best friends and this will not be the last you will be seeing of him. Enjoy!

MASTERLIST

The view is amazing. Blue skies, as far as the eye can see, threading the edges of the city’s buildings carefully. It is full of life; blinking neon lights, aircrafts speeding between the tall buildings. You’re amidst it all, enclosed in a circular room with high windows on all sides, chairs directed to the middle. You’re sat in one of those chairs, figures at your sides clad in the same robes as you are.

Your attention is to the middle, where a tall woman is stood, back straight, arms at her sides. She doesn’t look faced by being in a room surrounded by Jedi. Instead, her gaze is steady as she meets every one of your eyes, and her voice clear.

“Word has been sent from the Kamparas system, the Separatists is apparently closing in on their bases. Without help, they will have fallen before the end of the week.”

You tilt your head, leaning against the palm of your hand. That really was an issue. Kamparas held a lot of support for the Jedi and everything against the Separatist forces was precious. Their technology had also proved to been an asset in the past. In your opinion, there was no question in the matter, but others seems to have different opinions. 

“I say we fight, send troops down ‘ere. Crush the Separatist bastards,”  Master Kit Fisto, a green-skinned Nautolan, exclaims, slamming his fist into the chair.

Master Agen Kolar shakes his head. “It’s too risky. We send troops down there and our people will be spread thin, too vulnerable to the Separatist.”

“A decision difficult, it is,”  Master Yoda, a small creature with green, wrinkly skin, says with his usual inquisitive tone. Your eyes widen in disbelief. A difficult decision, really?

“We’re talking about whether to let hundreds of our people die, not what you are having for supper this evening.” You can’t keep your anger from your voice, disbelief written across your features. “There’s no decision to be made; we have to help them.” 

Your eyes search the other members’, trying desperately to find anyone in your favour. Your eyes catches on a pair of blue ones — ones belonging to none other than Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s sitting with one leg on the opposite knee, hair perfectly laying against his head and gaze steady on you. He says nothing but a subtle nod of his head in your support, something that manages to warm your cheeks.

“It is difficult,”  Master Stass Allie says, “We are deciding the fate of thousands of lives here.” You opened your mouth to respond but she cut you off. “It is not simply about the lives on Kamparas. It is the lives of the whole galaxy. What we do affects everyone, y/l/n. We have to decide if it’s worth it.”

You let out a humourless laugh. Are they serious? 

“The Jedi swore to protect the galaxy. That includes every single life on Kamparas. We do not get to pick and choose whose lives are deemed to be worth it.” You can feel your pulse quicken in your ears, surprised that the other Jedi cannot hear it. “We do not just abandon our people in difficult times. That would make us no better than the Sith.”

Master Allie grits her teeth, opening her mouth to counter you but stop herself when Master Yoda lifts a three-fingered hand. 

“An interesting argument you make, Master y/l/n. Help, we will.”

You sigh in relief, relaxing against your chair. However peaceful the Council says they are, it is surprisingly difficult deciding on something. 

“Clone troopers on a spacecraft we will send, accompanied by a Jedi Master,” he continues, directing the information to the messenger still stood in the middle of the room. She nods, immediately turning to walk out.

“That is not enough,” you object, straightening in your chair. “They need more help than that!”

“Master y/l/n!” Master Mace Windu interrupts, holding your gaze steadily. “We have sent the help we can. Any more and we will jeopardise the other systems that are in need of our help. We cannot help everyone at once.”

You grit your teeth, muttering, “Fine.” 

Without waiting for the meeting to come to a conclusion, you stand up and rush out of the doors, letting them slam shut behind you. You feel winded, as if you have just run a hundred miles, your pulse throbbing in your ears. You lean against the closest wall and close your eyes, letting the coolness calm you down.

“That bad, huh?” 

You crack an eye open, watching as your Padawan, Emrys, steps closer. You let out a huff of a laugh, shaking your head. “When isn’t it?”

“Well, there was that one time—”

The doors to the chamber open, Obi-Wan’s long strides echoing against the floor, his cloak billowing behind him. He stops short when his eyes land on your apprentice, looking between the two of you.

You push yourself against the wall. “Emrys—”

“No need, Master. I was just about to leave. It’s getting late.” His gaze jumps between you and Kenobi, eyes narrowing slightly. You wish you could read the expression on his face. “Kenobi, you don’t happen to know where Anakin is? Or you know what? I’ll find him myself. I’ll, er— see you later, Masters.” 

Your gaze follows his retreating form, before finally turning towards Obi-Wan. “How can they deny the aid for help? I swear, they are all selfish bastards.” 

Obi-Wan catches your attention with your name softly falling from his lips. “I know how hard this is for you, it is for me too. But we cannot let our feelings get in the way. You know we cannot help everyone.”

“I know. It’s just—“

Your words trail off, your gaze instantly softening at his expression, stepping closer as his hands reach for your face. You have the sudden urge to fall against him, to let him bear your weight. You almost let yourself. The sound of echoing footsteps further down the hall make the two of you freeze, just now realising how exposed you are.

“Not here,” you mutter, turning to walk down the opposite corridor. He follows at your side, matching your strides, expression indifferent, almost bored. You would be impressed were it not for the shallow breaths he’s releasing..

You take a sharp turn, taking ahold of Obi-Wan’s hand in the process, dragging him against you into the empty chamber. As soon as the door closes behind the two of you, you allow yourself to sag against him. His arms circle your back, pressing you even closer to him. 

You let him. Just this once, you tell yourself. 

You’ve told yourself that for months now.

It first started with a kiss, a spur in the moment sort of thing. You had been sparring together, head to head, a lightsaber each at hand. You were both equals, meeting the other with every attack made. Every move countered. Every comment with a quick retort. It amused you to see how much you could step on Obi-Wan’s toes.

He had been cold the past few weeks, icing you out. He had been distant. You knew he had been avoiding you, even though he tried to deny it. What you didn't know was why. Why did he avoid you like the plague? It doesn’t matter, you had decided. What did matter was getting him back for it. The only way you knew how, that is.

“Come on, Obi-Wan, you can be quicker than that,” you teased, bringing your lightsaber to meet his with a nonchalant swing of your wrist. He gives you a roguish grin, forcing you backwards. With a jerk of his chin your legs give out underneath you, sending you sprawling to the floor.

Obi-Wan walks into your line of sight, his lightsaber pointer at your neck. “Quick enough for you?”

You chuckle. Your foot makes contact with Obi-Wan’s legs, kicking them from underneath him. He tumbles to the ground, dropping his lightsaber and begin rolling to a crouch. You’re quicker. You move to grab your dropped lightsaber, throwing yourself against him, pinning him to the ground. His eyes widen, painfully aware of your touch against him. He tries to rip free from your grip, but you don’t budge.

You grin, leaning closer. “Not quick enough, apparently.”

“Get off,” he pants in that perfect accent of his, chest heaving from the exertion. You take notice of his messed up hair, blue eyes glaring into yours. You have the urge to lean closer but restrain yourself, instead removing your knees from either side of him and standing up. You offer him a hand, one of which he takes gratefully.

“You have improved a lot since last time,” Obi-Wan says as he brushes off the dirt on his robes.

You smile, a genuine one this time. “You as well. Who knew there really were muscles underneath all that clothing?”

He lets out a huff of a laugh, meeting your gaze with that special twinkle in his eye. He steps forward, one hand clutching yours and bringing you closer. You clasp a hand on his shoulder, smiling. 

The sun’s setting, casting deep shadows around the two of you. It makes Obi-Wan’s hair appear golden in the light, the contours of his face highlighted on all the right places. Something shifts. You don’t know what it is, but suddenly the air seems warmer, your breaths coming in shallow. You meet Obi-Wan’s gaze and there it is. 

His pupils dilated, his breath hitched and his eyes flickering between your eyes and lips. You’re too stunned to move. He tentatively reaches a hand for your cheek, hesitating when you make no move. When he begins to draw back you finally come to your bearings, grabbing the front of his robes and tugging on them. You meet him halfway, your lips finally pressing against his.

The kiss was hurried, both of you chasing to release the tension from training. You let all of your pent-up frustration, uncertainty and rage bleed into the kiss, letting Obi-Wan know exactly how you felt. He gasped into the kiss, allowing you to deepen it. You bit his lip lightly and it took all he had to not moan against you.

You hadn’t realised how much you needed this. Needed him. Obi-Wan knew, had tried to suppress it too, but to no avail.  He knew what it meant for a Jedi to indulge in these sorts of things. Now it was too late for regrets.

You had promised yourself that it was only one time, that it wouldn’t happen again. Unfortunately, one time turned into ten times, which turned into fifty times. You couldn’t resist Obi-Wan’s soft lips on yours. The way he throws his head back when your lips meet his neck, biting at that sensitive spot. His beard scratching your skin. His hands roaming your back and shoulders.

Hands currently clutching your robes, chin resting against your shoulder. Obi-Wan knows that you just need some time to let your rage settle and, while you may not admit it, he knows you feel better with him around. Your relationship had been one existing of trial and error, trying to figure out what works for the both of you and coming to terms with the fact that you’re very much breaking the Jedi Code. The two of you had not escaped the suppressing of feelings, hesitancy and fear completely yet, despite the long way you’d already come. 

However, right now, nothing felt better than to be pressed against Obi-Wan’s warm chest, feeling his heart thud against it. A steady beat against the turmoil that are your thoughts. You sigh into the embrace,  Obi-Wan pulling away just far enough to have a proper look at your face.

“You’re going to be alright,” he whispers. You smile at his words, an unwelcome warmth spreading in your gut. An instant later, his expression shifts. “You looked pretty hot in there.”

Your smile grows. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. I like seeing you get all riled up.”

You feel your cheeks begin to warm, shifting your gaze between his eyes and lips. You beckon him closer. “Maybe we will have to do something about that, then.”

Obi-Wan brings his lips to yours, not withstanding another moment without the feel of you. You groan into him, welcoming the touch. It’s not a tender kiss, nor a rough one. It’s one full of tension and unspoken words, just like your first one. It seems to be what you and Obi-Wan excel most at. 

A groan of the door is what pushes you and Obi-Wan apart, terrified to have been caught together. You cannot help but expect the worst; a fellow Jedi having just witnessed your treachery, already on their way to report the falseness to the council. Or worse yet, a council’s member witnessing it themselves.

Instead, three smaller figures are standing by the doorway, the same wide eyes and agape mouths on each face.

“Told you,” your Padawan says with a smug grin, his gaze jumping between you and Obi-Wan.

“Gotta give it to you, man, I did not believe you.” Anakin, Kenobi’s former apprentice, reluctantly hands Emrys a fair amount of credits with a shake of his head. He sends Anakin a wink to which he glares back at.

Ahsoka’s eyes are almost as wide as saucers, trying and failing to smother a laugh. You try not to let your current predicament fluster you, instead rising to your full height and letting the weight of your gaze pin them to their places.

“And what exactly are the three of you doing out of your quarters at this hour?” Obi-Wan’s tone is sharp and filled with all the confidence you cannot seem to find right now. To their credit, the three of them does not back down.

Emrys crosses his arms, cocking an eyebrow. “I could ask you the same, Master.”

“This is not the time to be snarky, Emrys,” you snap, narrowing your eyes at the young man. “You may be nearing the end of your training but you are not a Jedi Knight yet — you still have to abide the rules for Padawans.”

“They may not be Knights, but I am,” says Anakin. Your gaze turns to him, as does Obi-Wan’s. “And I do not think that us being awake late is worse than what our poor eyes just witnessed. Not in the council’s eyes, at least.”

“Oh, how melodramatic you are.” Obi-Wan rolls his eyes as Anakin fixes him with a glare. “Neither of you witnessed anything tonight, understood?”

“I don’t know,” Emrys says, tapping his finger to his forehead. “With how much you two like to preach about the Jedi ways I think it’d be wrong to ignore something like this. After all, doesn’t this go explicitly against the Jedi Code?”

“I agree with the idiots, you’re always saying feelings are a Jedi’s undoing,” Ahsoka chimes in, voice full of accusation.

Obi-Wan stutters, mind drawing blanks. It’s all he can do to turn his gaze to yours, question written in his eyes. “I— honestly don’t know anymore.”

“Obi, what— of course we’re in the wrong. What are you on about?” You can’t focus. All you see is Obi-Wan’s helpless eyes, his bottom lip caught between his teeth, his hands stretched out in confusion, unsure of what to do with them. 

Resolve shifts behind his gaze, his voice growing steadier. “These past few months have been the happiest time of my entire life. Now, don’t you think that says something about the Jedi Code? Tell me, y/n — tell me you don’t feel the same.”

“I—” Your cheeks begin to heat up, feeling the eyes of the entire room on you. Why is he putting you on the spot like this?

“Er, maybe we should leave.” Emrys discomfort is clear as he starts to reach for Anakin’s arm.

“No, wait,” Obi-Wan says, turning to the three youngsters. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”

Anakin cocks his head to the side. “As I said, Master, it would be hard to ignore something this big. It would take a lot for me to forget.”

“A hit on the head would do the job,” you mutter.

Obi-Wan ignores you, “What do you want, Anakin?”

You dislike the smile that starts to grow on the young man’s face. “Why don’t we start with something small? Like you taking care of some of our chores and boring duties. We’ll continue from there.”

“Or,” you start, glaring at Emrys and Anakin, “we don’t tell the council about your relationship either?”

“What!?” Emrys exclaims at the same time as Anakin practically shouts, “We’re not in a relationship!”

Ahsoka turns to the two men, hands on her hips. “Am I the only one here not breaking the Jedi Code? Unbelievable, all of you!”

Emrys’ fixes you with a glare, lowering his voice to a hiss. “I can’t believe you.”

You lower your face to his level. “I can’t believe you either.” Your eyes shift to Anakin, noting how his body shifts and his gaze keep flickering back to Emrys. With a sigh, you straighten. “Now, get out of here and forget this ever happened.”

“Because that’s likely to happen. God, my poor eyes,” Ahsoka mutters. Anakin smirks at her, too smug for his own good.

“Sure, whatever you say, Master,” Emrys grins, grabbing Anakin’s arm and turning to the door. You can see him whisper something in Emrys’ ear, to which his cheeks redden. They really thought you wouldn’t notice? At least you and Obi-Wan were more subtle than that.

When you hear the door close behind the three youngsters you turn to Obi-Wan, finally meeting his gaze. 

“So—” he begins.

“So.”

“We finally got found out,” he chuckles, trying to hide his own awkwardness. “Long overdue if you ask me.”

“Did you really mean that?” you blurt out, unable to stop yourself.

“Mean what?”

“About being happy? With me.”

“Yes,” he says in a shaky exhale.

“Obi—”

“Just listen, y/n. I’ve followed the Jedi Code strictly as long as I can remember, word by word. No feelings, no attachments — all because the Code said it makes us vulnerable to the darkness. And yet, I’ve never felt stronger than in your presence.”

A slow smile spreads across your face. “Who knew you were such a cheeseball?”

His hands reach for your face, taking ahold of it. “y/n, I don’t know what you do to me but I adore you. I cannot let you go now.”

“I think that may have been what the Code is referring to.” You let out a chuckle despite yourself.

His lips press against your neck, leaving behind a trail of featherlight touches. “Forget about the Code. Just— tell me you want this. Us.”

You pull away to look him in the eyes. Those ocean blue eyes that seem to hold every secret within the universe, that glint that always tells you his mood. God, how you loved him.

“Obi-Wan Kenobi, I want you.”

And there it is. The secret is out. The words are said. No more pretending it wasn’t real, that it was a one time thing. 

No point in turning back now.

[youvebeenlivingfictional]

🤔

I wanted to like it more than I did.

I enjoyed the performances, the fight scenes were SO MUCH FUN and so amazingly choreographed (and READABLE), that soundtrack fucking SLAPS. I loved the opening credit sequence. I am so glad we even GOT an opening credit sequence, because I feel like those have really gone by the wayside. Denzel Washington's mustache twirling and just the hands rubbing together, the robes, the rings, all of that SANG, it was so good.

But where it lost me was the latter half of the script and the editing.

*Gladiator II Spoilers Below ! ! ! *

The repeated hitting home of Maximus being Lucius' father and Lucilla being his mother, repeatedly looking at the inside of the ring, all of it felt like symptoms of movies needing to be "second screen enough."

If you're not familiar with the term, the TL;DR of a movie needing to be "second screen enough" is the idea that every movie/tv show being made now is competing with someone being on their phone. And sure, with movies that are being made to be dumped directly onto streaming platforms now, that can definitely be true.

But that should not be the standard for this massive blockbuster that has a wide release.

The repeated hit-homes of "He was your dad, I'm your mom, here's the ring, look at the ring, read the ring, it's your dad's ring," felt so....Previously, on Gladiator II. The first couple of uses were impactful, but after that, I felt...Not talked down to, but like the movie was sure I wasn't paying attention.

The entire second half of the movie felt like the script, or the editors, or maybe it was producer driven, I don't know, were going, "If someone turned this on in a third hour of a TNT viewing, or was scrolling through TikTok after renting it and lost the plot, they'll still get who this guy is, because we're going to explain this dynamic again."

I don't know what it was that made them do that, I really don't.

On like the fifth, "Your father, Maximus," I was sliding down in my seat like, "Oh my god, we get it, I promise you your audience is not that dumb."

There's a difference between an explanation and being hamfisted, and some of it felt really hamfisted. And that kinda took me out of it.

....

Also this last point isn't a gripe, but in the final big scene where Lucius is making his impassioned speech, I just always love to imagining the guys at the back of the army.

Like, no idea what's going on, can't hear anything, they can just see some nodding.

Leaning over to one another like, "Who's that little guy down there?"

"No idea, but people are paying him a lot of attention."

"Bet you two dinari someone runs him through—Oh we're chanting? We're chanting. AYE!"

"Why are we chanting?"

"Just shut up and thrust your sword in the air—AYE!"

Anywhoodle....Yeah, that's uh. Yeah.

I enjoyed the first half, I really did. And all of the other stuff that I said up top.

And I want to bite Paul Mescal's shoulders.

i'm so FRICKING EXCITED TO SEE GLADIATOR II TOMORROW

[1kook]

new parent syndrome

— kim namjoon x (f) reader

SUMMARY You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.) WARNINGS dilf!joon, dreamy husband joon, loving parents au, jimin is also a dad, bathtub sexy times, exhibitionism 😳 kinda sorta, tiny praise kink, joon calls her wifey TT, fingering, cunninglingus, doggy style, it’s kinda cheesy n romantic /.\, unprotected sex, …. impreg kink RATINGS m (18+) WC 9.5k 

NOTES writing parent fics is harder than i thought :/ i had this idea last week n was like yes, lets write this fic that absolutely no one asked for... except me! <3 so here we are, fantasizing about dreamy dad joon.... as always i have to thank rumu ( @kigurumu​ ) who is kind enough to edit these n b like that don't make no sense -_- anyway lemme know what u think !! enjoy !!

No matter how hard you try, the letter f refuses to fit itself into Hyejoo’s phonemic understanding. She’s a growing toddler so it’s only normal that there are sounds she still can’t pronounce, words she doesn’t quite get. But her inability to say food or family or friends, which are undoubtedly the three most important things in her three year-old world right now, is definitely a setback you didn’t see coming. 

Your worrywart husband has taken matters into his own hands, using the power of Google and about twelve parenting books to create an extensive, one-hour-a-day, mini lesson to try and increase her pronunciation skills. Of course, Hyejoo already attends daycare in the mornings while you and Namjoon are off at work, and gets sufficient learning done there. So she can’t exactly sit through Joon’s lectures, no matter how pretty he tries to decorate her flashcards. She’s still tiny— she’s still your baby, and you want her to enjoy the last of her daycare years before you’re forced to submit her to the worst twelve years of her life (also known as compulsory education). 

But as you’ve mentioned before, Namjoon doesn’t quite feel the same way. 

“She can’t sound out the letter,” he mopes in bed that night. He’s laying down beside you, face smushed against your thigh. The lamp on your side of the bed is the only thing on, casting a faint golden hue on his cheeks.

This conversation has occurred a variety of times these past few weeks, and you’ve just about ran out of every comforting reassurance possible. You settle on stroking a hand through his hair. There are emails to respond to and clients to check in with, but there’s also a huffy husband in bed beside you who quite pitifully crawls up into your arms. 

It’s with his face between your boobs that he speaks again. “What if she’s getting made fun of at school? Or her teachers think she’s dumb?” You roll your eyes. “My baby is not dumb, __,” he says, as if you don’t know. “Her IQ came back above average when I took her to the development specialist that one time, remember?” You have half the mind to tell him an IQ test on a three year old isn’t exactly valid, but there’s already enough stacked on his plate. Finding out he wasted a hundred bucks for an invalid test would just be the cherry on top of all his worries. 

Water clings to the very tips of his hair, remnants of his bath with Hyejoo. Namjoon is getting older now, nothing like the dashing grad student you had met what feels like a lifetime ago. There’s bags under his eyes, bags that surpass any all-nighter-pulling college student’s, induced by none other than the sheer power of becoming a parent. And still, he retains his beauty, looks like a doll with his skin so dewy from his skincare routine, lips puffy and red and kissable. 

He looks up, and you take the opportunity to place a kiss on his lips, his familiar scent making you melt into his arms. When he pulls away, there’s still a subtle furrow between his brows. 

“Hyejoo is fine,” you reassure him, carding his brown hair out of his face. He leans into the touch, eyes falling shut. “Our girl is the smartest three year-old out there,” you huff, feeling the slightest bit annoyed that he could even insinuate otherwise. “And if she was having problems at school, you know I would be the first one in there, fighting all the other moms.” 

Namjoon relents, face falling back into its haven between your tits. “Okay,” he mumbles, muffled from the way his plush lips drag against the soft skin over your sternum. 

The subject of Namjoon’s worries is in the other room sound asleep, not the least bit concerned with measly letters and sounds. It’s really only Namjoon who is, his stack of letter flashcards glaring at you from on top of the dresser. “Your mother hen is showing,” you tease as he slips beneath the covers, leaning over you to flick off your lamp. Just like everything else in your house, his t-shirt smells like him. It’s a natural, woodsy scent that floods your nostrils and makes your toes curl when he comes so close. 

Namjoon snorts as he settles beside you, beefy arm pillowing your head as he pulls you close. “I’m not a mother hen,” he says, hand on your waist, the tantalizing expanse of his neck before your eyes. “I’m the rooster— the cock,” he snickers, and you reward his terrible attempt at a joke with a pinch to his side that has him retreating to the other end of the bed. 

Hyejoo’s best friend in the entire world— or, as she says, her best pren in the entire world —is none other than Park Yerin from daycare. As the universe would have it, Park Yerin is also the one and only daughter of your college philosophy seat neighbor, Park Jimin. 

Crossing paths with him later down the road was not something you could ever anticipate, especially when you and Jimin were never that close in college to begin with. It was the only class you had with him in all four years, one where you had quietly acknowledged his charisma and occasionally shared homework answers, before never speaking to him again. You could have greeted him on campus, as you often crossed paths. But Park Jimin was a walking friendship magnet who seemed to bring with him a parade of followers everywhere he went, and approaching him required three layers of strategic planning if you wanted to catch him alone. 

So bumping into him at the entrance of Hyejoo’s daycare six years later comes as a bit of a shock. You had never pegged him as the type to settle down so quickly— you don’t mean to label him, but there were certain college stereotypes that he fit like a glove —but there he was, carrying the tiny love of his life who’s currently dressed in a bright pink Minnie Mouse dress. 

Unsurprisingly, just like her father, Park Yerin has the same enthralling personality that makes everyone in the three to four year-old daycare class want to be her friend, and your sweet little Hyejoo is not exempt. 

Long story short, out of all the kids at Sunny Side Daycare, Yerin is Hyejoo’s favorite, and Hyejoo is Yerin’s favorite. 

So now it’s been a little over a year since the two girls have established their friendship, which means it’s been a little over a year of acquainting yourself with Jimin again. He’s a house husband, something you never expected, and he loves his daughter like no other. Some afternoons after daycare are spent with Jimin and Yerin at the nearest coffee shop, watching the girls haphazardly scribble over every piece of paper they can get their hands on while the two of you catch up. 

Overall, you’re happy Hyejoo can have a friend like Yerin, and secretly, you're also happy you can finally befriend a fellow parent as nice and put together as Jimin. On top of that, Namjoon’s liked him on the few occasions he’s met him; the two have even gone out for drinks. 

However, befriending Jimin and Yerin comes at a cost, and that cost is seeing your little girl grow up.  

It’s your turn to mope. 

“Yerin asked her to sleepover,” you groan, sadly patting in your skincare routine the next night. Namjoon is somewhere behind you, his naked back glaring at you through the reflection of your vanity mirror. He’s so broad and big, sleep shorts clinging to his waist as he lotions up his body post-shower. There’s a thin gold chain around his neck that glints everytime he moves around, biceps flexing and bulging in plain view until he finally slips his shirt on. There was a time in your life where his back could not go more than two days unscathed, your rabid (read: horny) claw marks painting rosy trails down his spine. These days, you can barely remember the last time he’s held your hand. 

“Who?” he asks once he’s settled beneath the covers with whatever book he’s reading now and his thick-rimmed reading glasses. 

“Who else,” you say, tugging your night robe closer to your chest as if it’ll prevent your heart from breaking anymore than it already was. “Hyejoo’s first sleepover,” you sigh. 

You take it harder than you imagined. In the back of your mind, you’ve always known your little girl was growing up— hello, you were literally watching her grow more and more inches every single day —but you had convinced yourself she would stay your baby for a little while longer. As much as you wanted her to see and learn about the world, you selfishly wanted to keep her home too. She was your baby, your only one at that.

At least Namjoon feels the same way. “Absolutely not,” he squawks, abruptly slamming his book shut. He’s usually really meticulous about lining up his fancy bookmark right on the line he left off on, so his sudden carelessness tells you all you need to know about how he feels. 

You sit down beside him, hand over his. “It’s Yerin’s birthday,” you inform him in what you hope is a comforting tone; unbeknownst to him, you’re trying to reassure yourself as well. “And Jimin said he and his wife are gonna be there the whole night.” You trust Jimin, you really do. If there’s anyone who’s more in love with their kid than you and Namjoon, it’s Jimin. He would never let anything happen to his Yerin, and by extension, he would never let anything happen to your Hyejoo. He’s a good dad. 

Namjoon rubs at his eyes. In the span of two minutes, he’s aged about five years. “No,” he sighs softly, squeezing your hand tightly. “Once she starts going to sleepovers she’ll start wearing makeup and getting into relationships and having her heart broken—“ 

A kiss is enough to silence him when he gets like this, his warm breath fanning across your bottom lip when you pull away. “She just wants to wear tutus and sing Baby Shark right now,” you murmur, hand creeping up over his chest. His heart is beating fast as hell beneath his t-shirt, feels like it’ll burst straight out of his chest if you don’t calm him down. 

He’s the bigger worrier out of the two of you, has a classic case of paranoid parent syndrome. 

It’s no secret that Namjoon has a big brain; he’s an educated man with a respectable job. For every problem he encounters, he can procure a variety of solutions with different approaches. He’s always prepared and part of you thinks he’s a huge reason you managed to survive those first few weeks as a mom. Unlike you, who had attended a whopping two mommy classes in preparation for your upcoming child, Namjoon had studied up on parenting. A lot. He had read books and reviewed scientific studies, had learned about development on the chemistry level and the social level, did all he could until he was confident in his own dad abilities. 

But, for every solution Namjoon can find, there are always twenty-eight other factors to worry about. 

“What if she has an allergic reaction and Jimin doesn’t know what to do,” he pales, death grip on your hand. His matching wedding band digs into your skin and you have to wrestle his hand away before he accidentally breaks your finger. He nearly broke your neck once when you were in college, had almost sent you to the ER mid-thrust because he had underestimated his own strength while trying to choke you.

“Hyejoo doesn’t have any allergies,” you remind him, giving up on your awkward half-seated position as you clamber over him. His thighs are full beneath you, tense up as you move over him and he manhandles you into his chest. 

He’s not done. “What if she asks Jimin for a fizzy drink and he can’t understand her?” His eyes are owlish beneath his glasses, covered in what you can only describe as a visible sheen of absolute terror. “What if he thinks she’s saying ‘pissy’ not ‘fizzy,’ __— what then?” It’s amazing, really, how a man who graduated cum laude can hypothesize this many disasters pertaining to a four year-old’s sleepover. 

In the other room, Hyejoo calls for you, so you gladly take the opportunity to remove yourself from Namjoon and his spiraling thoughts. “Look,” you say, tightening the sash of your robe as you get back up. “I’m gonna go tell her that she can go to Yerin’s sleepover tomorrow,” you tell him, giving him exactly three seconds to groan dramatically, before continuing, “and you figure out how to turn that big brain off by the time I come back.” 

Luckily, the cause of Hyejoo’s sudden wake up is a tiny bug bite she got from playing outside that just won’t stop itching. “Mommy, it hurts,” she whines, digging her nails into the tiny red mark by her knee. 

“Uh huh, lemme see,” you order, turning on her bedside lamp to illuminate the space. Her room is the prettiest shade of yellow, fitting for a ball of sunshine such as herself. “Were you playing by the flowerbeds?” You ask, running a finger over the mark a little too weird looking to simply be another mosquito bite. 

She knows she’s not supposed to play near the flowers— the bugs like her a little too much. It’s with a hesitant little nod that she confesses to it. You give her a pointed look. “You’re not supposed to play too close to the flowers,” you remind her, a tiny scolding for now. 

With a sniffle she responds, “not by the plowers.” 

A little bit of anti-itch cream has her settling, and by the time you return to your bedroom, Namjoon is out cold. 

“How old is Yerin turning?” Namjoon asks her at the door, heartbreak clearly painting his features as you help Hyejoo into her shoes. 

“Pour,” she beams, her tiny hand held up to show four stubby fingers. She has Namjoon’s pretty smile, an honest look in her eyes that makes you want to put her in your pocket and never let her go. Alas, Yerin’s sleepover party starts at five and Hyejoo has been trying to leave since noon. 

“Pour,” Namjoon repeats, shooting you a pointed look as if to say see. He had fought the decision up until the end, had even tried to tactically convince your daughter to stay home by getting a head start on preparing her favorite food. And well. She said no. So now the two of you are stuck having dinosaur chicken nuggets for dinner without her. 

She’s got her little travel bag on now, tiny feet stuffed into her ladybug rain boots because it had rained last night and she’s awfully addicted to jumping in muddy puddles. She’s absolutely adorable, your little girl, and you think Namjoon might’ve let out a tiny sob earlier. (Or maybe it was you.)

Namjoon joins you at the front door. “Be good,” he warns her. His eyes are suspiciously wet, but you don’t say anything because yours are too. You’re both crouched in front of her, her big eyes glancing back and forth between the two of you without a care in the world. Mixing your self-assured personality with Namjoon’s (mostly) composed attitude was quite possibly the worst genetic crossover to ever happen; Hyejoo doesn’t even seem remotely bothered by the fact she’s spending her first night away from home. Meanwhile, you and Namjoon are on the verge of a joint breakdown. 

Anyway, Namjoon gives in first. “Love you forever, princess,” he tells her, their ritual expression, and kisses her forehead. 

She accepts it and then, in an unexpected turn of events, surges forward to hug him around the neck. “Love you pporever, daddy,” she repeats, and your heart feels so painfully full at the sight, like you just unlocked a new life achievement from seeing your daughter and her father be so cute together. You don’t get to coo at them for long, because then she’s giving you a warm hug as well, the same phrase muttered in your ear. 

It’s the hardest thing about parenting. 

Seeing your kid slowly broaden their horizons, meeting new people and learning new things. Leaving home. (Granted, she’ll be back by tomorrow afternoon but even that feels like an eternity away to the dramatic parents you and Namjoon have become.) The second goodbye on Jimin’s doorstep isn’t any easier, especially when Hyejoo tugs on your arm and asks you to “say night to daddy please” for her, and your heart breaks just a little more. Jimin flashes you an understanding smile but all you want to do is punch him in the nose for ever telling Yerin what a sleepover is. 

You get home and Namjoon is in a calmer state by now, some old sitcom he hates playing on the TV. Usually, this time of day is reserved for his daily phonemic lessons with Hyejoo, drilling the f sound into her tiny brain, so you guess this is his preferred method of coping in its place: torturing himself with some boring television show. 

“Hey,” he says, and you crawl into his lap with a sad sniffle. “Shh,” he soothes, hand on the back of your head as he guides you into his chest. You’re actually crying now, which is super embarrassing in itself considering you scolded Namjoon for this exact behavior last night. He doesn’t mention it as he pats your back, stupid sitcom paused in favor of soothing you with the deep vibrations of his voice. “Hye’s gonna be back tomorrow, baby.”

“I want her back now,” you huff, vaguely aware of how childish and silly you sound. The tables have turned, and you find yourself wishing you had the same emotional fortitude as Namjoon now. All those parenting books have clearly amounted for something. Somehow, you will the feeling back into your body and pull away from his chest. You must look a mess because he doesn’t even try to hide the amusement on his face. “This is the worst day of my life.” 

Namjoon laughs, deep and hearty, with his eyes squeezing shut from the force. “Come on, wifey, those chicken nuggets aren’t gonna eat themselves.”

It’s quite possibly the most boring evening you’ve had in years. 

(The internet calls it new parent syndrome, where you’re so undeniably in love with your first child and the parenting experience that the rest of the world is put on pause.)

You love Namjoon, honest. But you love your daughter Hyejoo even more— it’s not a controversial sentiment when you know he’s the same way! —and going back to a regular adult life sans kids absolutely sucks. (Or so you thought.)

Kids are prone to asking weirdly philosophical questions, a fact that had greatly delighted you when Hyejoo first started speaking. Who am I? What’s money? Why not? It could get annoying sometimes, trying to answer all of Hyejoo’s curiosities. But as you begin on your second batch of dinosaur chicken nuggets, all you can think about is how Jimin gets to answer them tonight. 

Anyway, seven rolls around and you and Namjoon are bored. You can only watch so many episodes of Seinfield before you get tired of feigning interest, so you retire from the living room for the night. “I’m gonna take a bath,” you tell him, but he’s as brain dead as you by now. 

A second later, “lemme join.” 

It’s been a while since the two of you have squeezed into the bathtub together, usually assigning each other days to individually join Hyejoo. So it’s really not either of your faults when you realize a second too late how small the space is. One on each end, feet bumping into each other with every movement, it’s like trying to squeeze two feet into one shoe. You try to readjust yourself, but the bath flooring is slippery and you nearly take away Namjoon’s procreative abilities with a mighty kick. 

To make a long story short, you end up pressed against his chest, Namjoon’s thick thighs framing you as you relax into the steaming water. Instinctively, he reaches for Hyejoo’s bottle of baby shampoo that sits on the tub’s ledge and only catches himself just as the first droplet is meeting his palm. “Oh, fuck,” he sighs, quickly closing the lid before he can waste any more precious product. “Shit, I’m so sad.”

You snort, sinking farther back into his chest. He’s warm and soft in all the right ways, the hot water making him slippery. “What did we even do before Hyejoo?” you ask, reaching into the deepest crevices of your mind for answers. Namjoon’s hand comes around, fingers sprawled out over your knee, the one you have propped up and breaking the water’s surface 

He makes a rather vague sound, something like I don’t know, as he lolls forward, forehead on your shoulder. “Go on dates,” he responds eventually. “Fuck like crazy.” 

You roll your eyes. “Besides that,” you chide, pinching the back of his palm. “Don’t we have any hobbies? Any interests?” He doesn’t answer, which is all the answer you need. Why didn’t you get into puzzle solving back when it was a trend? “Is this what our life has become? Crying in a bathtub at seven pm because our emotional support child isn’t here?”

“Our only child,” he corrects. Namjoon tries to placate your looming existential crisis with a kiss to your shoulder, lips against wet skin, that he trails up to your neck. “And what’s wrong with going on dates and fucking?” he murmurs, hands around your stomach. “That’s how we got here,” he teases, and you’re not sure if it’s the warm water or the way his voice is like melted chocolate dripping down your body, but you become all too aware of his presence at that moment. Particularly, of the plush lips mindlessly kissing your shoulder, the wet smack of their motions. 

Another kiss, this time right below your ear. It has your head rolling to the side, exposing more skin for him to kiss up on. There’s still that overwhelming cloud of worry in the back of your mind, but it’s gradually nudged away by Namjoon’s warm hands on your skin. Sensing your weakening resolve, Namjoon strikes again. A hand slips down over your stomach, brushes over your belly button and finds itself between your thighs. “You used to love date nights, baby,” he says, the pad of his pointer finger grazing your clit. 

It’s been so long since you and Namjoon have been alone like this, months since you’ve been able to touch him beyond a simple make out session, a halfhearted grope beneath the sheets. Your daughter, as much as you loved her, made intimacy impossible for the two of you. She was always around, always looking for one or the both of you, so there was never time to even think about getting frisky. 

Only now, with his finger circling your clit, do you realize the blessing in disguise that was your daughter’s first slumber party away from home. 

His finger nudges your clit, flicks it teasingly. “Why don’t you let me take care of you, hm?” he hums, the hand that had been soothingly stroking the inside of your thigh coming up to rub at your breasts. 

“Yes, please,” you whine. Resting your head on his shoulder leaves Namjoon with a clear view down your front, lips kissing and sucking along your neck. His huge hand palms your breast, massaging the sensitive skin. You hadn’t realized how sore you’d been until now, his nimble fingers pressing deliciously into the skin. If your nipples weren’t already hard before, they certainly were now. 

He traps one pearled nipple between two fingers, the sudden pinch making you hiss. “Easy, now,” he chuckles, his low tenor paired with his wandering hands making your eyes roll back. 

Namjoon liked to use a higher tone around the house. He read somewhere that children prefer lighter, sweeter tones, so the last few years have been spent listening to him lighten the tone of his voice for the sake of your daughter. The deeper, growlier voice that had first made you fall in love with him became a rarity in your household, reserved for quiet nights in the living room or long drives where Hyejoo was asleep in the backseat. Only then does he unleash the gravelly qualities of his voice. 

Then, and apparently, now. 

His doll-like lips press against your jaw, suck lightly enough to make your body tingle. “Do you remember how it was the first time?” he says suddenly, his hot breath against your neck. 

Namjoon’s got your clit trapped between two wandering fingers, has your pussy twitching with the vibrations of his voice alone. And for some reason, he’s trying to reminisce about your first time sleeping together. 

“N- Not really,” you confess, subtly reaching down. You cover his palm with yours, hoping your touch will encourage him to carry on with his actions. It doesn’t. It just leaves both your hands hovering over your pussy, your thighs instinctively closing in on them to keep him there. Namjoon responds to that, releasing the breast he had been gently massaging in order to pry your legs apart. He does it so easily, despite the way your legs feel tight as hell, and the fact makes you whimper. 

Once he’s got his hands back between your thighs— this time, he uses one hand to carefully part your quivering lips, the other one gingerly pressing down against your clit to draw the most heavenly sensations out of you —Namjoon feels the need to dive into a recap of your first fuck. “You were so cute,” he laughs, and you don’t know if you should take offense. Well, considering you're married and have a kid now, it’s probably too late to say anything anyway. His hand suddenly switches gears, three fingers joining together to begin caressing them over your throbbing clit. “Kept talking to me so politely, even when you were creaming my cock.”

You scoff, but it gets cancelled out by the moan he draws out of you. “D- Didn’t know you that well,” you remind him, your thighs twitching. You desperately want to buck forward into his giving hands, want to feel the true power of those long, pretty fingers on your cunt. 

Behind you, Namjoon’s cock grows thick, his breathing a slow and steady pace by your ear. You can already imagine how heavy he is, the vein that runs along the underside and throbs with each new bit of stimulus he receives. Normally you would reach back and try to offer him the same helping hand he gives you, but your thighs feel wobbly already. Your libido has been dormant for so long that even just the barest flick of his thumb has you dissolving into his arms like this is your first time. 

It’s as if Namjoon’s sensing your inner battle, a muffled laugh against the side of your neck. “This is about you,” he reminds you. As much as you want to protest, a sudden hard rub against your quivering lips has you gasping for breath. “Give me a kiss,” he commands softly, nudging his nose against the side of your face. It takes a second for you to ground yourself, draw yourself away from your building pleasure, to turn toward his waiting lips. 

Namjoon kisses you slowly, like he’s taking his time with you. For the first time in a long time, he truly can. He doesn’t have to worry about a certain someone waking up in the middle of the night or walking in or anything along those lines, lips molding against yours. Plush as always, the faint taste of dinosaur chicken nuggets clinging to his lips. It makes you laugh a little, drawing away with an airy giggle. Namjoon smiles at your reaction, murmuring a soft, “what is it?”

You shake your head, eyes fluttering shut as he continues his circular motions against your clit. “Nothing,” you pant, finally getting in your first thrust against his fingers. “I just really need you,” you say instead, pushing his hand harder down against you. 

You’re feeling a little antsy, having been deprived of this sensation for so long. Namjoon knows this, which is why he very purposely slows down. “There’s no rush,” he smirks, placing a kiss against your chin. “How do you want it, baby?”

The inside of your brain is a scrambled mess, filled with fantasies and ideas that have been plaguing you for months. There’s so much you want to do, want to try, but it’s like your brain completely blanks out when he asks. It’s just as you’re beginning to formulate a thought that you’re interrupted by the sound of your ringtone in the other room. Your husband’s arms tighten around you. “Don’t go,” he says quietly, the tip of his nose running along your neck. It’s so tempting to stay here, to let yourself go in his arms and chase the pleasure you’ve been craving for so long. 

But the endless possibilities of who exactly could be calling wins over. Was it work? Was it your parents? Jimin?

It is with a heavy sigh that you reach for Namjoon’s hand, slowly pushing him away from your cunt. “I’m sorry, honey,” you frown, standing up out of the tub. Your legs really do feel like jelly, and you nearly slip and crack your skull on the porcelain edge. Luckily, Namjoon is there to steady you with two secure hands on your waist. “I’ll make it quick,” you reassure him, dropping a kiss on his pouty lips as you fasten a towel around your body. 

The phone is just starting up its final ring when you reach it. It’s Jimin, and you’re torn between being thankful that you’re getting word on Hyejoo and full blown panic from the fact Jimin is calling you while Hyejoo is in his care. The unease has you accepting the call without a second more to waste. “Hello?” you say, hand tightening on the front of your towel. Stray water droplets trace ticklish trails down the backs of your thighs.

“__?” comes Jimin’s sweet voice. It’s normally soothing, but right now it has every hair on your body standing on end. Before you can even respond, Jimin is jumping headfirst into a whirlwind of a conversation. “Sorry for calling so late, but I just wanted to check in on you, babe. I know you were really panicked about Hye’s first night away from home, but don’t worry! Me and the missus are doing everything we can to make sure she’s fine.”

His confidence reassures you, lessens the weight that had been sitting on your chest all afternoon. But at the same time, you find yourself wanting to throttle him. 

Your gorgeous, sexy hunk of a husband is sitting in the other room, cock at full mast and ready to pleasure you to the moon and back, and here you are listening to Jimin brag about how good of a caretaker he is. You were definitely going to make Jimin pay for this. 

Deep breaths, you tell yourself, toying with a stray thread on your towel. “Really,” you drawl, and you can practically see Jimin’s ego swell over the line. 

“Yup,” Jimin agrees, and by the sounds of it, doesn’t seem like he’s hoping to end this call anytime soon. You want to shoulder part of the blame; you had been extra sad and mopey when you dropped your daughter off. On top of being a good dad, Jimin was also a good friend. It was only naturally he wanted to reassure you when he could. 

Still, the memory of Namjoon’s wet chest was calling out to you. 

“The girls are playing princess in the living room with the missus right now,” Jimin chats on. “New dresses and everything— the Yerin Birthday Special —and they asked me to be their handsome prince!” You sincerely cannot wait for the day you get to introduce Jimin to your right fist. 

“That’s great,” you offer, not that he’s really listening. He’s too busy talking about Yerin (and making sure to include Hyejoo in for your sake) and how amazing it is to watch your kids grow up before your very eyes. And while you agree with the sentiment, you really wish he had called you and told you this earlier, when you were at the peak of your motherly meltdown. Not now with Namjoon waiting for you in the bathtub. Was the water even warm anymore? 

The mind blowing orgasm practically slips from your fingertips the longer Jimin talks. “Anyway! Enough about them. I’m thinking of trying out that blueberry bread recipe that aired on TV last night. You know, the one they had that actress make.”

You’ve just about resigned yourself to listening to Jimin talk about his love for pastries for the next thirty minutes when something brushes up behind you. “What the fu—“

He’s so tall and broad, practically covers your entire frame when he stands so close. And his smile is so pretty when he aims it your way. “Sh,” Namjoon murmurs, gesturing towards your phone.  

“__?” Jimin calls. “Everything alright?” 

Namjoon nods eagerly, the hands on your waist properly positioning you in front of him. It’s with a shudder running down your spine that you respond. “I’m fine,” you tell Jimin, letting go of the front of your towel when Namjoon abruptly pushes you over. The white comforter infused with both of your scents comes all too close, your elbow barely managing to reach out in time to catch you.  

Wide eyed, you turn to throw Namjoon a scandalized look over your shoulder. He meets you with a close-mouthed smile, the dimples in his cheeks making themselves known. His chest is drier now, the smooth planes covered in a thin dewy glow and a spattering of droplets he missed. There’s a towel around his waist that’s barely doing its job, especially when you catch sight of the erection tenting beneath it. 

“As I was saying,” Jimin rambles on. Namjoon nods towards the device, refusing to move again until you finally turn back around to finish your conversation with Jimin. “That actress fucked it up so bad. They really give anyone with a pretty face screen time these days, huh? At least I know how to properly preheat an oven.”

You nod. “You do make the best cookies in town,” you respond, a ball of anticipation building in your throat from the mere fact Namjoon is standing behind you. 

It’s completely warranted once you feel two cold fingers trail up the back of your thigh, your towel gradually pushed up to drape around your waist. The air in your room is a little chilly, and the goosebumps that raise on your skin are partly due to that, as well as the ghostlike touch of Namjoon’s fingers. “Pretty,” he murmurs, so deep and gravelly it has you shuddering.  

Two fingers dance along your skin, and you subconsciously jolt away when they meet the tender skin around your pussy. By your ear, Jimin says, ��if I completely fuck it up, we’ll just pretend this conversation never happened. Deal?”

Using your own body against you, Namjoon lets one finger dip just the smallest bit into your quivering hole. You clench up, thighs trembling when he eventually pulls it back out and traces your own wetness over your folds. “Perfect,” you bite out, clutching at the sheets beneath you as Namjoon reaches for your forgotten clit. It’s still so sensitive from your little fun in the bath, and it takes every ounce of strength in you to hold back the whiny gasp in your throat. 

Behind you, Namjoon suddenly presses in close. One hand on your hip, he gently encourages you onto the bed. Your knees sink into the mattress, one less strain on your legs. “Good girl,” he praises quietly, rewarding your behavior with a finger sinking into your cunt. 

“Joo—“ you almost slip, burying your face into the sheets just in time. 

A devastatingly slow pace, his finger just barely moving in and out of you. The bulk of your pleasure is coming from that bundle of nerves towards your front, but the teasing gesture isn’t appreciated anyway. When he leans over you, breath against your neck, you feel the length of his cock against your thigh. “He’s asking you a question,” Namjoon whispers, “answer him, baby.”

You nod, eyes rolling to the back of your head when he presses himself closer. Jimin hasn’t even noticed your lack of participation, mindlessly humming a song. The sounds of a running sink highlight his vocals. “Oh, absolutely,” you babble. “I wouldn’t tell a soul.” 

“Ha!” Jimin scoffs. “I knew I could always count on you, Miss __,” he snarks playfully. 

The hand toying with your clit comes around your waist, fingers stroking against your folds from this new angle. A silent moan has you writhing forward, unconsciously away from him as Jimin babbles on the other end of the line. He’s none the wiser to the lewd acts happening on the line, listening to the sound of his own voice. Namjoon lands a mean little bite against your shoulder, plunging his finger deeper inside of your clenching hole. 

Paired with his teasing fingers, it’s nearly impossible to withhold your moans, biting your lip until it stings. “Fuck, fuck,” you whimper against the sheets, holding your phone as far away as possible from your mouth as a litany of curse words spill from your lips. Namjoon chuckles at your dramatics, not like he has his fingers deep inside of you right now or anything. 

“So cute,” he hums, removing his hand from your clit to snatch your towel away. It gives way too easily, messily thrown over the edge of the bed. With your back completely exposed now, Namjoon wastes no time trailing a line of kisses up your spine, finishing off with an especially wet and hard one behind your ear. “Hang up now.”

His permission sets your body on edge, drawing your phone close again. Jimin is talking about dinner or something, you don’t even know. Not an ounce of remorse fills you when you clear your throat and hurriedly announce, “I have to—“ Namjoon’s cock, finally uncovered by his towel, presses against your folds and you nearly lose it. “—I have to go now, Jimin,” you say, leveling your breathing as best as you can. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” Jimin says, thrown off by your sudden departure. 

The mushroom tip of his cock kisses your clit. “Fuck— I really have to go.” And you hang up, chucking the phone off to the side hastily. With your hands both freed, you scramble onto your back, meeting the amused gaze of your husband behind you. “Fuck me, now.”

Namjoon laughs, reaching for the towel barely clinging onto his waist. One suave swoop later and it joins yours on the floor. “You did good,” he praises, lowering himself between your spread thighs. You roll your eyes, grabby hands reaching for his hips until he’s sitting snugly against you, cock resting over your throbbing cunt. 

“Yeah, yeah,” you snap, the tight feeling in your tummy growing with every second that passes. Namjoon isn’t as unaffected as he pretends to be, a pearly bead of cum appearing at the tip of his engorged cock. “Just fuck me now.”

He raises a brow. “Missionary?” As if it’s the first time. 

“Is there something wrong with it?” you ask anyway, self-consciously reaching an arm over yourself to cover your naked breasts. They’ve pebbled over just from his stare alone. 

Namjoon hesitates, the hand on your hip drawing slow circles with his thumb. Eventually, he responds with a halfhearted shrug. “It’s not the best.” This is news to you, and you find yourself sitting up at the sudden bomb he’s dropped. 

He’s still hard as rock between you, his dick laying almost artfully against your slit. You really just want to throw aside all reservations and begin grinding against him, penetration be damned, but now Namjoon’s got that thoughtful quirk to his lips. The one that usually accompanies any big brained idea, so you settle down, nudging him with your thigh until he’s looking at you again. “Penny for your thoughts?” What you really want to say is please fuck me like I’m just another cum rag of yours and make it hurt, but alas. 

Namjoon sits back on his haunches. “I read somewhere that on your hands and knees is the best way to get pregnant.” You choke on your own tongue, face ablaze from his forward statement. Meanwhile, Namjoon is looking as relaxed as ever. 

You hadn’t really discussed children after Hyejoo. The wordless agreement had been that sure, you were both down for another kid sometime in the future. But the exact date had sort of been murky. Hyejoo is three now, and you heard from another mom that it’s difficult for children with wide age gaps to get along. You don’t want her growing up being far removed from another sibling. 

But also, now?

It’s like Namjoon knows your thoughts before you even do. “Alright, wifey, say no more,” he says, leaning down to place a kiss against your lips. “I’ll get the condom, alright?”

And then he’s stepping off the bed, every muscle of his toned body flexing as he swaggers over towards the dresser. He’s a walking dream, the physical embodiment of all your crazy sex fantasies, and he wants to fuck a baby into you. Your pussy says yes, but your rationality is still on the fence. 

You roll onto your side, head propped into your open palm. “You want another baby?” you ask tentatively. Namjoon shrugs, carefully opening the new box of condoms you had bought half a year ago. 

“It wouldn’t hurt to have another kid,” he answers, procuring a tiny foil packet from the box and returning to his spot between your legs. It’s like staring at a marble statue from this angle, the defined planes of his chest and abdomen, the gorgeous slope of his nose, the sharp angles of his face. You really lucked out. 

Your decision comes just as he’s easing the rubber over the tip of his cock, the swollen head just barely enveloped. You place a hand against his wrist, earning his attention. “Take it off,” you mumble, and you swear on your entire life he swells another inch. 

“Oh, baby,” he groans, hastily throwing the condom somewhere across the room. He rolls over you, bulging arms sweeping you up into his embrace, lips capturing yours in a sloppy kiss. You whimper, letting his tongue push itself past your lips. When he pulls away, it’s with a wet pop and glistening lips. They’re so puffy now, flushed a nice rosy color, that makes him look even more handsome when he smiles down at you. “Gonna look so pretty all pregnant,” he beams, placing a chaste kiss against you one last time before he’s hurriedly rolling you onto your stomach. 

You hide your bashful expression against the sheets, suddenly feeling very shy before him. But then Namjoon’s cock is running along your lips and you’re left a shivering mess. “Please just fuck me,” you beg hoarsely, and Namjoon obeys. 

“Whatever you want, wifey,” he teases, and before you can call him out for his cheesiness, he’s pressing his thumb into your aching hole once more. “Is this okay?” he asks, somberly for the first time in what seems like forever. 

“I’m okay,” you confess, a little shyly now that you know his true motives.  

Namjoon chuckles, quickly removing his finger from inside of you to give your ass one soothing pat. “Going in,” he warns you, and finally, you’re rewarded for all your struggles. It’s only as his mushroom head squeezes in that you realize you could have done with a bit more stretching, but that thought fades away the more and more he pushes in. “Fuck,” he groans, the low intonation of his voice making your toes curl.

If it’s not his voice, it’s the sheer length of his cock inside of you. The girth makes your spine tingle, has you muffling a pitiful whimper into the comforter beneath you. “Relax for me,” he directs, and then suddenly he’s placing a palm against your back, pushing you further down. “Hips up.” 

You groan. The normally soft fabric of the blanket feels like hell on your sensitive breasts. “I’m trying,” you whine, pushing back onto him in an effort to familiarize yourself with his cock again. It’s been so long since he’s been inside of you like this, since he’s filled you so well, that your body acts a little stupid now. He hasn’t even begun thrusting and you already feel like you’ll cum just from this.  

The angle is different than your usual style, has him moving along every inch of you as he sinks in. Two big hands grab at your waist, manhandling you closer to him until you’re just like he wants you to be. “There we go,” he sighs, and with him motionless, you finally relax. It’s about a two second pause before he begins to draw himself back out. “How do you want it?” he grunts, but it’s lost beneath the moan that escapes you. It’s the same question he asked you in the tub, right before Jimin called, except this time you have an answer. 

“Fast,” you gasp, the pain from the stretch finally, finally, melting away as your body grows accustomed to his presence inside of you. “Do it fast, please.”

Namjoon does as he’s told, waiting until he’s pulled out until the tip to satisfy your requests. And then he’s off. 

Your body isn’t as young as it once was, left a little worn from the entire child-bearing process. Sometimes you wonder how exactly you and Namjoon would fuck until sunrise before, how your sex drive was so high that it allowed such a thing to happen. Admittedly, there’s currently a stiffness inside of you that has been there for a while now, and you barely remember how you got rid of it before. Apparently, this is how.

Namjoon’s hard cock rams into you once, makes you release the most embarrassingly loud moan at the sudden intrusion, and it’s like all those months of tension that built up in your body are melted away. His cock pushes past your folds, creating a lewd squelching sound that would otherwise leave you mortified to learn it came from your body. You shudder, desperately pushing your ass back against him in a feeble attempt to feel it again. 

“Still so fucking tight for me,” he growls, snapping his hips forwards. His skin slaps against yours, leaves you feeling tender from the brutal movements of his body. But at the same time, it feels absolutely terrific. 

Your lips are still coated in your own wetness, have him noisily moving in and out. “J- Joon,” you whimper softly, but you doubt he hears it over the sound of his own labored breathing. “More.”

He responds with a sudden piston inside of you that has the tip of his cock nearly kissing your cervix. “More?” he huffs, the hand on your back pressing down until you fear you’ll become one with the mattress. “You want more?” You nod hurriedly, somehow managing to stretch a hand down between you to toy with your clit. The brush of your own fingers has you bucking back onto him in surprise.

Wordlessly, he speeds up his pace, thrusting his hips into your velvety walls at a faster speed than before. It’s a weird sensation, a sort of ticklish feeling m that makes you tremble with each roll forward. You can’t say the two of you have done it in this position a lot, always preferring the more romantic missionary position to anything else, but this experience was quickly making you an avid believer of its validity as a top tier sex position. 

You swirl your pointer finger around your clit, trying to sync up your shaky touch with his steady thrusts. It’s useless, because every time you feel like you’ve gotten into the same groove, Namjoon one ups you by hauling you back against him. “Oh, f- fuck,” you sob, clawing at the sheets beneath you. 

Namjoon groans, momentarily pausing his rapid thrusts to roll his buried cock against you. “Come on, baby,” he husks, the hilt of his cock kissing your folds. 

There’s a lot of built up sexual tension inside of you, months on top of months of nothingness. Not to mention that little scene in the bathtub just now. So you’re not really surprised that your orgasm rears its head so early, curling up tightly in your stomach the longer Namjoon fucks you. He’s back to thrusting now, shallow little movements that make you see stars every time his cock glides inside of you. “Joon, I'm gonna...” you rasp out pitifully, grinding back against him. 

“Whenever you want,” he murmurs, leaning forward to press a kiss against your shoulder. It’s sweet, but on top of that, it has him pushing in further than before, finally pressed against that sensitive spot inside of you that makes your entire body lock up. You sob, thighs quivering when he reaches an arm around you. It’s almost romantic how your hands meet, his fingers covering yours as he guides them over your clit slowly. “Give it to me, baby,” he croons, lips pressed securely against your neck. He leaves soft kisses there, smooches really, that make you melt. 

Another shallow buck of his hips forward and you’re cumming, breaths picking up until they accumulate into a choked wail against the sheets. “Fuck— oh, fuck,” you cry, your thighs spasming from the force of your first satisfying orgasm in months. Namjoon holds you through it, slowly thrusting inside of you until he’s drawn out your entire orgasm.

The new added pleasure makes his movements sound even wetter, dirtier even. “That’s it,” he purrs, pushing himself back up to his full height behind you. You feel absolutely boneless beneath him, laying limply against the mattress as Namjoon repositions your hips for himself. “Can I finish like this, sweetheart?” he asks anyway, thumbs drawing a soothing pattern along your hip. 

You can barely catch your breath, so you settle on a halfhearted nod that has him huffing out a laugh. 

For some reason, Namjoon fucks you harder once he knows you’ve had your fill. Like he’s trying to draw another orgasm out of you, but is also the least bit concerned with you. Honestly, it works. He moves fast and hard, like he has no regard for your pleasure, and for some reason that turns you on more than it should. It’s this weird fantasy of yours, to be mistreated by a man as respectful as Namjoon, and you find yourself weirdly fulfilling it now as he fucks his cock into you. 

His fingers dig into your skin, wildly bucking into you as he chases his own high, and it’s embarrassing how quickly a second one builds up for you. You moan at one particular thrust, body sensitive all over. “Oh,” you whimper, “Namjoon.”

He grunts, your cries fueling him on as he continues his mad race to the end. “Gonna cum with me again?” he pants, his quick pace rocking you forward. You nod, using your killer grip on the sheets to ground yourself as you weakly attempt to meet his thrusts. “Aren’t you the sweetest,” he hums, and doesn’t let you respond as he continues to jackhammer his way into your pussy at a bruising pace. 

It takes a few more thrusts, and one whiny cry of his name— “come on, Joonie,” you whimper, turning to throw him a teary-eyed gaze over your shoulder; he shudders at the sight —until Namjoon is finally tipped over the edge, shooting his pleasure deep into you on the next thrust. It’s warm, paints your walls and threatens to spill out when he finally pulls out. 

But Namjoon has read up, using those big strong arms of his to keep you from collapsing onto your tummy as he scrambles around for something to keep your hips up. “It sticks better this way,” he says, a sheen of sweat against his temples when he flops down beside you. 

“What sticks better,” you groan, the achy feeling of just having your world rocked quickly settling into your bones. 

Namjoon leans forward and places a kiss against your lips, as if saying here, for all your hard work. “You know... it,” he shrugs, hands behind his head as he prepares himself to supervise your post-sex nap, just to make sure you don’t accidentally move around and let his cum leak out. “You did good, wifey,” he praises with another smooch. “Maybe we should let Hyejoo sleep over at Jimin’s more.”

Hyejoo’s return is the highlight of the year. 

You pick her up around noon, and your heart nearly grows ten sizes when you see her come running down Jimin’s front steps and into your arms. “Hi, mommy,” she beams, the same smile as Namjoon. And just like Namjoon, you can’t stop yourself from covering her face in tiny kisses. She says they tickle and squirms and squeals in your embrace. 

Jimin’s at the door with this weirdly blank look on his face. “Hey, Jimin,” you call out, helping Hyejoo load her bag into the backseat.

“Hey…” he greets, just as Hyejoo frantically begins calling for you to buckle her in. “Um, __,” Jimin says, but you’re a little busy securing the tiny love of your life into her booster seat, so you just throw him a quick glance to let him know you’re listening. Kinda. “There’s something I have to tell you—“

“I wanna see daddy!” Hyejoo babbles from the backseat, wildly waving her hands around as you finally close the door on her. With it shut, her loud voice is drowned out and you’re left raising a brow at Jimin as you round the front of the car. 

“What’s up?” you ask. 

Jimin comes down the steps, awkwardly hovering by the front of your car. “Um, when we were on the phone—“ Hyejoo knocks her tiny hands against the window, gesturing for you to hurry up. You flash Jimin an apologetic frown at the interruption. “Well, you see. She kinda heard us— well, me—” 

Another flurry of knocks, and you can’t wait to relay to Namjoon how excited your daughter had been to see him again. It’ll boost his ego, not that he really needs it to be any bigger. “That’s fine,” you tell Jimin, swinging your door open. Immediately, Hyejoo’s high-pitched voice fills the space between you and Jimin. “You know I don’t mind talking to the missus,” you joke, nudging his side. “She’s my friend too, ya know.”

“Gotta show daddy something!” Hyejoo shouts from the backseat, has this big smile on her face that makes you smile as well. 

Beside you, Jimin is quickly falling apart. “No, well—” you drop down into your seat “it wasn’t her who heard—“ You shut the door, lowering the window to thank Jimin one more time. Hyejoo beats you to it.

“Bye, Mr. Jimin!” she says, tiny legs kicking around all wildly in her excitement. You shake your head with a grin, waving goodbye to Jimin one last time as you pull out of his driveway. 

“Daddy!” Hyejoo shrieks upon entering your home. Her tiny overnight bag is tossed down at the entryway, ladybug rain boots haphazardly kicked towards the general direction of the shoe closet. Namjoon had been upstairs in his study when you left, but he now comes bounding down the steps at the sound of your daughter’s voice. He cries out a dopey, “princess”, as he scoops her up in his big arms. He does a twirl and everything, so dramatic. But it makes Hyejoo giggle like crazy. 

She allows one big fat kiss against her chubby cheeks before she’s shushing him with the news of her announcement. “Daddy, look,” she beams, holding his face between her tiny hands. “I can say the f sound now!”

Namjoon has been avidly working towards this ability for months now. Namjoon, who has spent nights reading every page of every child development book possible, who has spent hours decorating pretty flashcards for her, who has sectioned off time from his busy schedule everyday just to go over lessons with her. Well, Namjoon looks over the goddamn moon at the news. 

“Let’s hear it, honey,” you urge, stepping in when his happiness renders him incapable of speech. So he just nods along, looks like a bobblehead doll beside you. 

And with both of her proud, sometimes overprotective, parents standing before her, Hyejoo puts on a big grin and says, “fuck.”

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[heartshapedbubble]

Soul Cather and Spring Heated Wine with a child reader who really looks up to them and is just absolutely clingy? Along with being just a ball of sunshine please?

this is such a cute ask😭!! here you go anon 💕

norton campbell soul catcher and luchino diruse spring heated wine hcs with a child reader🧲☠🦎🍷

art creds: @/w3w1w7ags on twt

norton campbell/soul catcher🧲☠

soul catcher nort is already well known in the town, especially by the kids - and they LOVE HIM

they're obssessed with chasing him down whenever he's running and jumping from roof to roof, point their fingers at him and yell whenever they spot his figure moving around, and always beg him to stay longer

norton finds it really cute, he just can't resist the puppy eyes of the local kids and always stays longer if possible

tbh soul catcher nort is one of the rare nortons (if not the only one maybe?) that knows how to deal with kids - he never had them nor does he intend to for now but he knows they're often better company than any other egoistic adult out there - basically peter pan of idv to sum it up

he actually named the group of kids and him "el escuadrón increíble"

quite literally the big brother of every child from the town :') think something like jack frost

so when he sees you shyly approaching him, your eyes twinkling, he knows just what to do

he finds you so cute and bubbly, a little being full of adrenaline lol

^you got yourself the nickname "fuego vivo" from him because of your energetic personality

always telling you to not feel so anxious and be more confident, he wants you to think of him as a big brother/friend rather than a mythic hero you may portray him as in your head

almost always notices you stalking him a bit longer than the other kids but never says anything, and he uses that opportunity to show off and do more acrobatics than usual

kinda nosy so he often just pops up behind you like "what are you doing :)" when he sees you playing with a toy or reading a book, it's all out of pure curiosity though! also he has all the time in the world to listen to you ramble about various interests

if he sees you being particularily upset, he's going to do any funny trick to make you laugh

as i mentioned in my other norton hc posts, he's very bold and daring, meaning he often does various risky acrobatics like hanging from balconies, climbing up houses etc.

...and he often offers to do the same with the kids! quite strong too so he can put two kids on his shoulder at the same time and balance of a railing or something

soul catcher loves seeing people happy, and you're no exception! he enjoys seeing a bright smile on every child that looks up to him :)

art creds: @/karunota on twt

luchino diruse/spring heated wine🦎🍷

there is not a (professor at least) luchino that's good with kids😭

i mean, he doesn't hate them in any way - he just has no idea how to properly deal with them - think of that "you want a beer? HE'S FOUR!" audio

the spring is reserved for adults only, so when he notices you sneaking in and swimming in some of the pools, he's quite troubled since he's scared of you getting hurt

tries to bait you out of there by giving you candy or offering you toys but to no avail

he's now stuck with a little gremlin beside him who runs into the ladies carrying towels and steals grapes from the serving plates

he IS annoyed as you embarrass him in front of the guests often but he just can't say no to you okay, he finds you really cute (and a bit annoying at the same time)

notices you inspecting his robes but doesn't do anything about it until one day you yank the long piece of fabric hanging off his shoulder with full strength, almost making him fall down (after that he started being way more careful and would even flinch if you waved your hand near him)

thinks he's not the best role model for a kid, both by his appearance and acting so he feels guilty - has no clue why you look up to him either since in reality he doesn't think that high of himself

keeps you hidden from the guests and main pools while they're crowded and when it gets late and people leave he lets you swim in them

one day you propose him the idea of playing water polo together since it's boring to swim around alone

at first he's like ???? since he's not a huge fan of sports and the springs are used for relaxing after all but eventually he gives in woo

you're always asking him questions about his scales and even called him a dinosaur once

steals snacks from the plates so he can give them to you once you arrive

you're basically glued to him 24/7 - either you beg him for piggyback rides or cling onto his leg as he's walking, and ask him soooo many questions. luckily he's a walking encyclopedia so he tries to provide you with every answer you need

shows you the frescoes on the walls of the spring while carrying you around and tells you various facts about them since he's also passionate about art!

realizes that the spring feels way less lively without you entertaining him with your shenanigans and is actually excitedly awaiting your arrival every day

[adampage]

Hi. I see you as a sort of Hangman expert, so might you have any recommendations of your favorite matches of his or just his best?

Hi! sorry this took a while to answer, yesterday was a super busy day for me so i havent really had the time to reply until now. Thank you for seeing me as a hangman expert; it's totally not the case as I really haven't seen too many matches from before he started in AEW, but I will give you some that I enjoyed for different reasons. Adam Page vs Zane Dawson - CWF Mid Atlantic Wrestling - Jan. 25, 2014: I like this match because the color commentator is literally all of us. He is a very loud country man objectifying and complimenting Adam with his whole chest. There is a point in the match where Adam does a beautiful indian deathlock and the commentator is just. Chef's kiss. I also just love to see baby Adam in all his glory.

Hangman Adam Page vs Kota Ibushi - Supercard of Honor - Apr. 7, 2018: this match really shows off how agile and fast he is and can be. the man stood toe to toe with kota fuckin ibushi. he's a badass.

Hangman Adam Page vs Kazuchika Okada - G1 Climax 28, Day 5 - Jul. 20, 2018: love this one because the story going into it is that Okada, who had lost his IWGP heavyweight championship, was kinda....gone off the deep end. rather than being the badass rainmaker, he dyed his hair red and was all spiky, didn't come out in his badass robe, was always smiling, and had balloons with him all the time. during the g1, i had my url as balloonmakerokada because i thought it was funny. im digressing - so hangman didn't want to wrestle this okada. he wanted to wrestle the badass, the man who held the title for so long people didn't know a world where he wasn't the champion. he wanted the REAL okada. so he spent the entirety of this match trying to bring him out. it's great. he curses, does the okada pose. love that for me. hot.

Hangman Adam Page vs Hiroshi Tanahashi - G1 Climax, Day 7 - Jul. 22. 2018: love this one too for story purposes. the ace promises everyone that he will take the poison out of hangman. he knows he has so much potential and the bullet club is just making him worse. he wants to save him. and they're also both comedy kings. i lvoe them together.

Hangman Adam Page vs PAC - Wrestlegate Pro - May 18, 2019: it seems he's had TWO great matches on may 18 because the takeshita match three years after this one on the same date is also fucking good.

Matches from AEW i've liked him in that i can remember:

Hangman vs Takeshita, May 18 2022

Adam Cole vs Hangman (Texas Deathmatch), Apr 15 2022

Adam Cole vs Hangman, AEW Revolution 2022

Hangman vs Bryan Danielson 1, 2, and 3 - Winter is Coming, New Year's Bash, and the post-All Out dynamite 09/07

Hangman and Kenny vs the Young Bucks, AEW Revolution 2020

Hangman vs Kenny, AEW Full Gear 2021

I'm sure there are more but my memory is really bad. i hope these are good ones for you to start with!

if anyone else would like to rec some, you are more than welcome to!!

also, nonnie, i'm certain my friends @cowboyshit and @adam-page also have some good insight into other matches of his that you might enjoy, as im certain they've actually uh. Watched ROH and possibly NJPW more than i have.

[buckyownsmylife]

fuckboy - chapter xiv

The one where Chris only wanted to fuck you and you were alright with that.

Chris never promised anything more than what he had to offer: a release - and a good one at that. Recently widowed and new to Hollywood, you’re eager to learn how to live the single life with the help of such a talented teacher. What happens when Chris is the one to start expecting more from the relationship than you are prepared to offer?

A/N: Wow, you guys really had zero faith in Chris and it was hilarious. I hope you like the chapter!

for general warnings and author’s notes, please go to the fic’s masterlist.

Y/N’s P.O.V.

My plans for the evening were interrupted by insistent knocking on my door. I opened it without even checking who it was, worried that it could be any one of Chris’s family members, in desperate need of something.

“Why did you leave?” I was surprised to find him on the other side, serious expression in his face as he pushed his way in, shocking me into tightening the straps of my robe around me. “Do you know how awful it was to look for you everywhere only to realize you left? And didn’t even tell me?”

Shrugging, I nibbled on my bottom lip as I did feel at least a little bit guilty about the way I left him, without any sort of warning whatsoever, but I honestly didn’t expect him to care.

“I didn’t want to stand in your way,” I admitted, crossing my arm over my body to put one other barrier between us because although Chris had seen me naked many times, the fact that I was only wearing a thin layer of silk was making me uncomfortable right then.

“Stand in my way? What the hell are you talking about?” He frowned, honestly looking so confused that for a second, I was confused too.

“Chris, you looked about ready to devour that girl in the club.” His eyebrows shot up at that, a laugh of shock escaping him.

“Are you crazy? I only wanted to be with you tonight!” It was my turn to frown, not at all catching onto what was going on between us.

“Look, it’s okay,” I insisted. “You’re a free man, Chris. Go enjoy your evening, okay?”

“I was enjoying my evening!” He countered, “I planned a whole damn date and I thought it was going pretty well, if I do say so myself, until my date decided to run away.”

I blinked a couple of times, silence falling in the room at my inability to process what he’d said. “A… date?” I confirmed it, and when he nodded, jaw clenched like it was obvious, I realized how stupid I had been.

“I didn’t realize,” I rushed to apologize, so stressed about screwing his plans for the evening that I didn’t even stopped to realize that the prospect of being on an actual romantic date with another man didn’t make me hurl like I had grown accustomed to for the longest time.  “I’m so sorry, I-”

“That’s okay,” he assured me, arms dropping by the sides of his body at my clear signs of distress, a cute, boyish smile on his face as he offered, “Would you just come back? I kinda think I can still turn this around and maybe get lucky tonight.”

I chuckled from behind the hands I was using to cover my face, still mortified at the entire situation - my inability to realize what he had done, my rush to misinterpret the evening, when suddenly it hit me.

“Why don’t we just stay here?” I offered, peering up at him from between my fingers. “I have a feeling I can make you feel pretty lucky, if you’re feeling like it…” His mouth fell open, clearly surprised at this turn of events, and I couldn’t help but laugh as I slowly undressed myself and approached him, hands immediately slipping under his shirt to help him take it off.

I’d worry about this in the morning. I’d worry about all of this in the morning. Right now, all I could think about was how sweet it was that he had actually planned this entire evening, and how wet it made me to revisit all of the memories we’d just created through his eyes, knowing what he knew and I was forcing myself to ignore.

I wanted him.

“Come here,” he sat on my bed and I promptly climbed on his lap, getting lost in his kiss just like his fingers got lost in my hair as he dipped my head back to accept his tongue. “God, I missed this,” he moaned, and all I could do was smile against his skin, hips instinctively rolling against the very hard boner I felt right over where I was aching for him.

“Such a good girl for me,” he whispered as I mewled over him, before he had enough of it and very easily inverted our positions so I was spread out on the bed, only to turn me around again and force me on my stomach. “I’m gonna take you just like this…”

I didn’t protest it. I couldn’t do much more than moan as he opted to go with his tongue instead of his cock as I was expecting, eating me out from behind while his hands grabbed at my ass, spreading it for his eyes to take in.

And then his mouth followed and he was licking my other hole while I choked on a sound that was something between a gasp and a whimper, hands curling into fists and hips out of control as I rolled them back to meet his tongue.

I’d never felt this before. I never expected it to be so good. And the way he hummed against my ass like he was tasting some sort of delicacy? I thought I would cum right then and there, empty and clenching around absolutely nothing, while his fingers bruised my cheeks and he lapped at my puckered hole.

“Fuck, Chris…” I begged, unable to handle being without him for any second longer. “Get inside me, please…” He didn’t make me wait anymore. Although he still lingered some more, licking and sucking and making me whimper, it was only seconds later until I felt his deliciously thick cock enter me from behind, spearing me open, stretching me in that way that had me close to cumming almost immediately.

“Yeah, baby, fuck…” He groaned from behind me, adding to my arousal. “Let me take care of you, darling. I’ll take such good care of you, I promise.” Tears rose to my eyes at his words because God, it had been so long. It had been too long since I had someone offering to take care of me, and even if it was in this context - even if it was only to give me bliss, I’d accept it easily.

I just wanted to let go and so, I did.

I felt the familiar warmth filling me just before darkness consumed me. I never intended it to become a habit, but I was too far gone to fight it by now.

[sodadrabbles]

Hey! I really like your writing and was wondering if you could do a request! If not its totally understandable. Could you do a fic where phill and techno find a pheonix hybrid reader (like with the wings and tail) passed out in the snow? I just think it'd be kinda cool, thanks for considering my request!

Ohoho, phoenixes are my favorite mythical bird to mess with! I hope you enjoy this, I had a lot of fun writing it :]

Paring: c!Philza + c!Technoblade x phoenix!Reader (Platonic!)

Rating: Fluffy with a little mention of death.

Summary: You passed out in the snow- What happens when an old man and an anarchist find you? 1.4k words

Cold. That was probably the most simple way you could describe the situation you were in. But it isn’t a simple cold. It’s a freezing wind that pierces your skin with ice and sends a chill down to your bones. You could feel it deep inside you, like a curse or illness. But it was just the freezing arctic winds. You should have been prepared for this situation, you knew it would happen, yet you let yourself wander this far. 

Snow swirled in your vision as the wind whipped against you, freezing and unrelenting. You shiver again and try to curl your wings closer to your body, but the joints where the fiery appendages meet your back ached. You had been flying for too long, and now you have had your wings stretched even longer. The melting heat that usually poured from the ends of your feathers was starting to feel lukewarm at best, and that told you clearly that time was running out.

The arctic just isn’t the place for a phoenix, as warm as their cores might be, the icy arctic can put them out in an instant. It’s unforgiving, it made you question how anyone could live out here. But you had heard the rumors of the two men that lived far away from the Greater DreamSMP, sheltered away in the far snowy tundra. But in your state of ever-growing drowsiness, you couldn’t recall their names. 

You sigh, a tired and heavy sigh, as you finally let your wings rest. The large limbs droop and you can see, at the very tips of your largest feathers, where your fire burns the hottest, your flame could no longer melt the snow under them. Your time had come, though a few days early. But you showed no fear of the process, one you experienced so many times before, as you let your body slump to its knees, before falling forward into the crunchy snow. 

‘I’ll wake up in a few hours.’ You thought to yourself, feeling the now cold wings pressing into your back. ‘Just a little nap for now.’

---

“I just don’t see why I needed to come with you, Techno.” The blonde man huffs, pulling his heavy coat tighter to him. The snow had been picking up fast, the winds howling louder than the pack of wolves Technoblade had adopted. The piglin walking beside him was much less bundled up, the warm blood of his kind seeming enough to keep him warm through the oncoming blizzard.

Techno just snorts in response to his old friend, so unused to the snow, keeping his pace against the freezing wind. He had just been minding his business, brewing some potions when he swore he saw what he could only describe as ‘a column of white-hot fire’ sprout up from distance. It, quite frankly, scared the shit out of him. So, he grabbed Phil and dragged him out to investigate the strange occurrence.

After a few more moments of fighting the harsh weather, the two arrived at where the fire had come from. In its wake lie what was now a puddle, and scorched grass beneath that in the shape of a person. The two men glanced at each other before Techno stepped forward and reached out to touch the grass. Before he could, however, the spot of the grass that was once scorched burst into flames again, ash rising from wherever the fire touched. It swirled in the warm light, moving against the wind to take its shape. Despite how the wind roared the ash moved so calmly and in such a distinct way, forming the silhouette of a person. Of you. 

Once all the ash of your ‘death’ had clumped back into your form, burning red light filled the cracks and sealed the process. You felt your consciousness slip back into place, your memories, your being. You felt the heavy weight of your wings, the light flicking of your birdish tail, and the warm crackle of your fiery feathers.

And then you fell.

You had expected this, and yet as you tensed your muscles in preparation for impact, you found yourself getting caught by two separate pairs of hands. You open your eyes and blink, glancing at the two men now staring bewildered at you. Wait, there are other people here?

You gasp and scramble to push away from the two, but the older one- A blonde wearing a green bucket hat- Held tight onto your shoulder, holding you in place. He spoke, his voice was calming and warm, unexpectedly paternal. “Easy,” he breathed, using his other hand to steady you. “We aren’t gonna hurt you.”

You’re hesitant to comply, but carefully you steady yourself to your feet. You stare at the blonde man, his eyes heavy from many years of living. It surprised you a bit to see another immortal face to face. But as you looked closer you noticed the way the part of his robe that wasn’t torn refused to move with the wind, it hit you. An elytrian. 

You snap out of your thoughts as a gruff voice to your left draws your attention. You glance to see a large piglin standing there, his eyes still wide in shock. He was tall and broad and just standing near him made you feel small. You didn’t like feeling small. Out of instinct, your wings spread out. Not to full length, but enough to calm the anxious feeling of a prey animal being stared down by a predator. You feel the elytrian’s presence disappear from beside you. “What the- Mate, you’re on fire!” He exclaims, staring at the way your feathers spark and crackle like a fireplace. 

Yeah,” you laugh at the elytrian. Had he never seen a phoenix before? “That’s what phoenix wings do.” Your response doesn’t earn any laugh from the two, only more confused stares. The piglin is the first to speak up. “A… Phoenix?” The way he says the word makes you step back. This time the elytrian speaks up. “Aren’t phoenixes extinct?”

You stare at him, eyes wide. Had they really? Sure, it had been a while since you met another of your kind. Phoenixes were not social creatures, they preferred their seclusion and stuck to their own. You just assumed…

“No, clearly not.” You straighten your back and try to puff your wings. You wouldn’t let yourself be intimidated by the two hybrids. “I’m here, so we aren’t extinct.” 

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After you explain why you were in the arctic in the first place, you managed to earn the two’s names. Philza and Technoblade. You had recognized the two names, you heard stories about the two Anarchists from your friends in the Greater DreamSMP- How Techno had taken down L’manburg twice, and Phil helped him turn New L’manburg into L’manhole. You had admired those stories- Admired the bravery it took to stand up to corruption.

It was the remaining members of L’Manburg that drove you from your home in the Greater DreamSMP- With Tommy building his hotel near your home and being unable to find safety in Las Nevadas with Quackity, you wanted to find somewhere to go where you would be unbothered.

Though you must admit the life you found wasn’t what you expected. Phil allowed you to stay with them in the arctic, after much arguing from Technoblade. So you built yourself a home. You got to meet Ranboo formally- You had seen the ender wandering the Prime Path a few times, as well as near Snowchester. You weren’t too fond of him, but you learned to accept him. 

You finally were able to learn of what happened to your species. Techno had an astounding collection of books. His library was impressive, but he never allowed you inside. He claimed your wings made him too nervous, and that made you laugh. The worries made sense- You once set part of Phil’s house ablaze as he was teaching you how to brew potions. 

Techno had handed you a book with no title, its leather cover stamped with a fiery bird. The piglin watched you as you flipped through the pages- Phoenix hybrids had, in fact, been hunted to extinction a long time ago. You remained to be the only one and would be for the rest of your life. 

And somehow, this didn’t bother you. You found all you needed right here- even closure.