#since the legs are only attached to the body after being fully formed and complete

[haik-choo]

waking up next to the karasuno second & third years

request: the waking up next to the first years hcs was the purest most adorable thing i’ve ever read 🥺🥺🥺could u do one with the second or third years too?

a/n: thank you so much for loving the first one i did! i’m sorry i haven’t been as active, i go in and out of a creative mindset and this quarantine isn’t really pushing me to stay creative. i just sleep most of the time LOL. here it is! :)

[WAKING UP NEXT TO THE KARASUNO SECOND AND THIRD YEARS] 

-nishinoya, tanaka, daichi, sugawara, asahi

nishinoya yuu.

waking up next to nishinoya yuu isn’t filled with excitement or him jumping off the walls, like you might expect it to be. i feel like the first ten minutesof waking up for him are really slow, like he’s just barely opening his eyes and looking at the ceiling.

for some reason i really feel like he wakes up before you. he goes to bed at like two am, but wakes up at eight am to practice or go on a little jog. 

but every time he wakes up, the first thing he looks at is you. your peaceful state, your slow-rising chest, the little breaths leaving your slightly parted lips. noya is a really emotional person, and I can bet you real money that he gets real giddy seeing you next to him.

you don’t usually sleep in his arms because he’s a wild sleeper and probably starfishes, so when he wakes up his limbs are sprawled out, some on you, some hanging off the bed. and he just barely turns his head at there you are in your morning glory. 

his heart literally swells five sizes bigger. he’ll shift over to be next to you and move your hair out of your face or just mess with the hair at the top of your head, basking in the love you cause him to feel.

after a few minutes of doing that, he’ll let out a big ol’ sigh and wrap his arms around you, squeezing tight to wake you up.

“mmm,,,,noya, what are you doing,,,” “i’m just feeling grateful :)” 

and you look up at him, and there’s a feeling of security that fills you. he may not be the biggest or strongest, but the light in his eyes and the warmth in his arms that he wraps around you make you feel safe. 

not to mention that his hair is down and sticking out everywhere. it’s a cute picture that only you’ll ever see

you return his gesture and wrap your arms around him, thinking about different ways to make him stay in bed instead of going out for a jog.

basically; the morning is filled with hugs and soft smiles, knowing looks and arms that evoke the feeling of being safe and being loved. his hair is wild, and his hands are tugging at your own strands. 

tanaka ryuunosuke.

you two almost always wake up in the same position, his arms spread out, your head resting on one of them, one of his legs propped up like a tent and the other flat on the bed, you curled up against his side. since he’s a touch-starved individual, he finds any excuse for you two to be as close as possible every second of every day. 

you both actually wake up a few minutes apart, whoever wakes up first is a coin toss. and when you wake up first, you get to see his face void of the tension is usually has, his mouth is a little open with small snores coming out, his fingers twitching every few seconds

tanaka’s body reacts before he does, so even if you try to get up, his arms just holds onto you and keep you attached to his side. he swears he doesn’t do it on purpose, and that his body just needs you :’) 

on days when he wakes up before you he stays as still as stone. no joke, he’s so afraid of waking you up and experiencing your wrath that he just. freezes

but as he’s frozen, he takes the time to just stare. no smile on his face, he just stares, drinking in your sleeping form. he occasionally takes a change and slowly turns, stretching out his arm for his phone on the side table. when he can reach it, you can bet he has 200+ new photos of your sleeping and he makes them his screen savers

the second he sees your stir awake lightly, he pounces on you an covers your face in little kithes and saves your lips for last. sometimes he’ll wait until you open your eyes and look at him, pouting like “where’s my real kisses :(” before he gives you a big boy smooch

you giggle and caress his chest with your hand, happy that he wakes you up like a queen everyday. trust me, he’s happy he gets to be the guy whose face you see first thing in the morning

he usually scrolls through his phone for like an hour before getting out of bed, and you just sit there and watch tik toks with him. you two my wake up at roughly the same time, but you get out of bed before him to make some morning smoothies (he totally asks for a protein shake AGAGA) 

basically; your mornings get started at the same time, and he loves to make sure you’re up by pelting you with kisses that you love. you scroll through tik tok while being smushed next to his chest before you get up to make breakfast. 

daichi sawamura.

not gonna lie, when he wakes up he spend like a minute or two in bed at MOST, he hates just staying in bed because he feels like he could so much more productive than lie around and do nothing. you, on the other hand, wouldn’t mind staying in bed for the entire day. 

so here’s the way it usually goes: he wakes up a minute before his alarm (7:00am) and just quickly sighs before reaching over you and turning it off so it doesn’t wake you up. then he kisses your forehead (his breath smells bad, so he’s not going to kiss your lips) before getting up and washing up. he gets ready to go on a jog, and he kisses your shoulder before he sets out on his journey.

but every once in a while, there’s something wonderful that happens. he doesn’t feel like working out. he wakes up at the same time, but he just doesn’t feel like doing anything. on those days, he completely indulges in your warmth.

he doesn’t care if he wakes you up and hoists you up so you’re completely laying on his body. of course you wake up, but you already know what’s going to happen, so you just softly groan. “so you don’t feel like getting up and decide to wake me up? really?” “yes, really” “...you’re lucky i love you” “im the luckiest man alive” 

you two actually talk during mornings like those, you love pressing an ear against his chest and hearing the vibrations his voice causes. it’s like calming background noise to you. 

“are,,,you even listening. we’ve got a lot to do today” “i’ve been ignoring everything after you said ‘getting up’“ “...of course you have”

you haveto convince him to stay even longer in bed, because he really hates staying in bed, like he just wants to make “eggs or fucking toast or an OMLETTE PLEASE I JUST WANT TO DO SOMETHING”

in order to persuade him to stay for a little longer, you usually just kiss him. normally he hates morning breath, but when it’s you kissing him so tenderly he can make an exception or two

ngl it usually leads to making out or morning sex, like i said he needs to do SOMETHING 

basically; you wake up like a married couple. normally he gets up right away, but every once in a while he;ll decide to spend some extra time with the love of his life, and that time is usually spent kissing and...doing other things ;) 

sugawara koushi.

instead of you waking up in his arms, he wakes up in your arms. like his face is pressed against your chest and your arms is haphazardly resting over his shoulder. his arms are undoubtedly around your waist, his lags entangled with yours

every morning, without fail, he wakes up first and somehow slip out of your position and into the bathroom to wash his face and brush his teeth before making two cups of coffee and coming back into the bedroom, setting them on the nightstand, and crawling back into bed with you

usually he sits up in bed and moves you to rest your head in his lap so he can reach over to sip at his drink. his hands comb through your hair and he trifles through his emails just incase some parent messages him about something

sometimes he’ll stop scrolling at look down at you, feeling happy and 100% sure that he has the greatest life; first he wakes up in your arms, spends time with you, spends time with kids, and them spends more time with you 

the school he teaches at starts at like twelve pm, so he likes to take his time waking up so he’s as happy as possible. and spending a lot of time with you is key to that.

can only wait for so long before he pokes your side until you wake up. the entire time he’s like “please wake up” “i’ve got work in like four hours! let’s do something!” “i’ll make breakfast if you give me sufficient payment ;)” 

literally the second you wake up he props you up and you look drunk as hell when you first wake up but he still thinks you’re beautiful <3 cute rat 

he rests your head on his shoulder and kisses you until you’re fully awake, you don’t always kiss back but that’s because you’re not fully there  and you’re just,,, “is there a bird pecking at me? what the hell - oh, it’s koushi” 

“can’t you wake me up like a normal person?” “no, i like kissing you awake. isn’t that cute? :)” “not when you kiss like a bird.” “so you have,,,,chosen death?”

when he’s feeling extra happy he has no issue putting you on his lap, facing him. he wraps your arms around him before doing the same to you and burying his face in your neck and humming a soft tune. he’s just such a calming presence that sometimes you fall back asleep in his lap :’)

basically; it’s a cute and happy morning as he rests you on his lap and peppers your lips with kisses to wake you up. playful banter is included, and so it coffee breath.  

asahi azumane.

he would love to wake up to you pressed to his side, but he gets hot really easily, so he cant hold you to sleep. he totally hugs a small pillow to sleep and you can old press up against his back, which he doesn’t mind. 

he’s the type to wake up at ten am naturally, and every morning he yawns and stretches out his arms, rolling back a little before yelping at the feeling of you getting quietly crushed beneath him

when he realizes that it’s just you, his heart beat stabilizes and he turns over, flipping the sheets off of him to he doesn’t overheat, and grabs you hands, lacing his fingers through with yours

you’ve been dating for a while, so he’s completely comfortable doing skinship with you. he’s not embarrassed at how much he loves you. he likes to gently caress your face with his hands, his thumbs brushing over your cheekbones and sometimes across your bottom lip

no lie, waking up with asahi is the softest thing ever. he gives you one single kiss on your cheek, letting it linger for a few seconds before pulling away to see your eyes cracked open

by this time he’s lightly hovering over you, and he just lets out a slightly bashful smiles and leans down, his forehead pressing against yours

you think that you must’ve saved a cat orphanage in your past life in order to get he delicious treat of waking up with asahi’s face in front of yours everyday 

“good morning to you, too, azumane” “morning :)” “did you have that weird dream again?” “the one where hinata grows to be eight foot three and dunks me in a basketball hoop and leaves me up there and becomes the ace?” “yeah” “yes. yes i did.thanks for reminding me.” 

sometimes asks for extra cuddles before getting up to take a shower, and when you say yes he just :):):) and envelops you in his warm embrace and rubs his beard goatee thing on your forehead as you grovel in pain because it’s in that in-between phase where it’s scratchy and long 

sometimesasksyoutoshowertogetherbutyouusuallyhavetodecipheritbecausehe’sallblushyandit’ssocuteyoucoulddie

honestly struggles to get up in the morning because he really loves just laying and existing with you, his mind not focused or worried about anything but the way your chest rises slightly out of sync with his, and sometimes he imagines your chest heaving beneath his,,,,but hat’s astory for antoher time

basically; waking up with him is like a fairy tale. his gently lips and even gentler arms wake you up like a queen, and he makes sure that you feel the same way he does. sometimes there’s extra cuddles, sometimes there’s some showering together. 

[lady-ragnvindr]

Lmao, here have this horny brainrot I did while waiting for the angst <3

Oh, by the way The Diluc x reader fic has like a small bit of Jean x reader.. Are you OK with that? 👀

Anyways back to the brainrot

-🍷 anon

Earn it

Cat! Sub! Diluc x Owner! Dom! Reader

⚠️: Pegging, Overstimulation, Degradation, Begging, Slapping, Pulling of Hair and Tail, nipple play, Mommy kink, Pet play, Reader being mean and rough etc. (???)

Reader is a female

Hue, hue enjoy a screaming diluc begging

Finally after God knows how long, (Y/N) finally had time to spend with her precious little kitty lulu (Diluc). The two of them decided to take a stroll around the city of freedom just to get some fresh air

The two of them didn't realize that they reached the marketplace of Mondstadt until something caught the redhead's eye causing him to stop in his tracks -his s/o doing the same thing aswell-

The object that Diluc was ogling at was a collar. A glittering crimson collar with a shiny golden bell attached to it. It also had a beautiful big black bow at the back side of it.

(Y/N) saw how Diluc was eyeing the said collar, a smirk forming across her face as an idea began to form inside the back of her head.

She turned to face Diluc -who is still staring at the collar- and began to speak

"So..you want that collar I assume?"

She asked "innocently" her smirk from before never leaving.

Diluc was hesitant on giving an answer at first. But he is a good kitten. He never lies to his owner and always as in ALWAYS tells the truth no matter what.

So... he simply nodded, a blush forming on the apples on his cheeks as (Y/N) began to chuckle at his cute action.

"How adorable 💗"

She complimented, patting Diluc's beautiful red locks as she began scruffing behind his cat ears, causing diluc to purr loudly. His knees suddenly growing weak from the sudden touch his lovely owner is giving him.

"Diluc."

She called, his cat ears perking up when she called his name.

"You know that I don't give anything for free right~?"

He nodded.

"You also know that good kitties only get a reward when they work hard on something right~?"

He nodded the second time.

"Well... "

She stopped for a moment, -Diluc still focusing on her intimidating gaze-

"If you want it so badly... "

She continued, pulling Diluc close to her as she whispered into his ear in a serious tone as chills ran down his spine.

"You gotta earn it dear 💗"

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It was late at night and the bedroom was a huge mess. pillows everywhere, the now cumstained blankets is on the floor, all that's left in the bed were (Y/N) and Diluc, who was gripping the bedsheets naked, full of bite marks, and a moaning mess.

His cum from his previous orgasms were all over his marked body. On his stomach, his chest, his face, it was everywhere.

(Y/N) smirked at the person in front of her whom she had destroyed. The famous uncrowned king of Mondstadt, laying before her, hair a mess, eyes rolled back, tears of overstimulation streaming down his tear-stained cheeks.

The deal was that Diluc had to go through 10 orgasms in order to get the collar. Currently, he's doing a great job passing 9 orgasms flawlessly making his owner very impressed. Maybe all that brat-training, and orgasm denials (Y/N) did to him paid off after all

"Your doing an amazing job my little kitty 💗"

(Y/N) complimented, caressing the redhead's cock causing Diluc to whimper and squirm at her touch due to oversensitivity.

"You only need to do one more orgasm until the collar is yours my love~!"

She chirped

"But there is a catch 💗"

She picked Diluc up and made him sit on her lap, making him confused on what she's doing

Confusion turned to pain & pleasure, when (Y/N) slammed the strap-on back inside his hole making him scream loudly

"This time, you gotta ride me. Make yourself cum infront of me like the slutty cum dump you are~!"

She commanded, giggling at the end of her sentence

"Nnngh... I-I... Mommy I can't!!!"

Diluc confessed, grabbing (Y/N)'s hips to maintain his balance as tears started to fall down on his face again

*SMACK*

The sudden action and impact that occurred in his rear end made Diluc scream for the second time tonight, burying his face on (Y/N)'s breasts, the grip he had on her hips tightening at the process

"Oh, so your gonna be a whiny bitch and not follow mommy's orders huh~?"

(Y/N) then yanked the redhead's now ruined ponytail causing him to stood back up again to his original position

"Look at me when I'm talking to you Diluc."

She ordered

"Your beginning to disappoint me Diluc, maybe you don't deserve the collar after all with that bratty attitude of yours~"

Upon hearing those words, Diluc began to sob uncontrollably as he started to bounce on (Y/N)'s strap

"I-I'm sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry! M-mommy please! I want the collar! I want it so badly! P-please forgive me! I'll be a g-good kitty!

He begged, fastening his pace hoping to quickly build his 10th and final orgasm

(Y/N) on the other hand was snickering at the redhead, loving how she can easily break him to into a huge crying mess and his limit to beg for anything

The rest of the time were just Diluc continuing to ride (Y/N) while moaning and blabbing incoherent sentences with a couple of pleases, thank-yous and the word mommy

(Y/N) proceeded to pinch his nipples harshly in the middle of him riding her, earning a squeak from him

Soon the familiar knot in his stomach began to form, signalling that he's about to have another orgasm

"M-mommy I'm close! I'm close! I'm about to cum!"

He said out loud, his body beginning to shake from the upcoming orgasm he's about to have

(Y/N) wrapped her fingers around his cock and gave it a light squeeze

"Or... I could deny your orgasm and have do another one again since you still have some energy left in you dear~"

Diluc shook his head violently, throwing a small tantrum

"NO! NO! I DON'T WANT! MOMMY PLEASE! I WANT TO CUM! I WANT TO CUM! MOMMY I WANT THE COLLAR PLEASE! PLEASE! PLEASE!"

He begged, crying hysterically making (Y/N) chuckle, pitying the poor kitty.

" I'm just kidding Diluc! Of course you can cum now, you earned it. Congratulations my love~"

She exclaimed, relieving diluc as he mumbled a "thank you" then continued to thrust deeper, completely destroying his prostate

Then out of nowhere, (Y/N) grabbed ahold of dilucs hips and fully smashed the strap-on in his hole, strong enough to trigger his orgasm as he screamed out loud, loud enough for the people in Mondstadt to hear him.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAEEEEEUUGHHHHHHHHHHHH~!"

Diluc then fell backwards, now lying down on the bed. legs still spreading, cum leaking out of his drained cock, body still violently shaking from the orgasm.

(Y/N) stood up and went to the drawer rummaging through things and brought out the same collar that diluc was eyeing on awhile ago.

"I bought it already while you weren't looking."

She hopped back to the bed and proceeded to place the collar around Dilucs neck. Once she was done placing the collar on him she kissed his forehead and cuddled closer to him

"You did good tonight my little kitty, once again congratulations~"

She cooed, stroking his back. Diluc purred and snuggled close.

"T-thank you mommy.. I love you~"

"I love you too my little kitty, now rest well~"

She replied, as the two of them drift off to sleep in each other's arms

SO YEAH ANYWAYS TO HORNY JAIL I GO

I HOPE I WASN'T TOO HARSH ON DILUC IF I WERE I'M SORRYBSODORKGKTKGKG

-🍷

Ma'am Imma need your ID and items. Bcz I did not just read such good sub diluc--oh its been a while since I thrist for him.

Anyways,

Welcome to horny jail my love 🤪💅

[hongism]

reciprocated - j.wy (ft. c.san) 18+

↦ pairing: san x fem!reader x wooyoung ↦ genre: pwp, smut, 18+, non idol au, friends with benefits au ↦ wc: 4.0k ↦ pt 2 to belated | ↦ warnings: explicit smut, unprotected sex, oral sex: f and m, voyeurism, exhibitionism, cum eating, masturbation, creampie

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When you and San sent Wooyoung the less than appropriate for viewing video, you had half-expected an immediate response of an extended keyboard smash or just a series of emojis conveying his both panic and excitement to be receiving such a thing. What you got in reality was radio silence on his part, and that seems to have caught San off-guard as well because he can’t seem to figure out why Wooyoung wouldn’t respond. Granted, it’s only been around a week since you sent the damn thing, but Wooyoung is notorious for responding within a fraction of a second, so the mystery becomes why hasn’t Wooyoung responded or reacted. He texts you and San regularly, either through the group chat you have with the two men or just one on one, but he does not under any circumstances mention the email attachment you sent from San’s computer. Even when San directly asked him over text if he received his birthday gift, Wooyoung just neglected to respond entirely.

San could not be more unbothered by the fact that Wooyoung won’t respond. You on the other hand can’t help but feel like he has seen the video and was so disgusted and grossed out by it that he’s just counting down the days to end your friendship. It’s a constant and bubbling anxiety in your gut, and it’s one that heightens when Friday evening rolls around and Wooyoung comes by your apartment with San to watch a movie.

The latter arrives before Wooyoung does, pushing into the apartment like he owns in and immediately making himself comfortable beside you on the couch. Your nervous exterior must be evident to him because his cheerful attitude morphs into one of concern the second he sits down.

“What’s that expression for?”

“Do you think he’s… I don’t know, weirded out?”

“By the video?” You nod hastily, and San twists to look at the ceiling. “No way. He’s probably too shy to say anything. Full guarantee he’s been using it as jerk off material every day this week.”

“Are you sure? Wouldn’t he have said something by now? I think it’s—”

“I think you’re overthinking,” San states. An idle hand comes to rest on your thigh, skin bared by the shorts you’re wearing, and he mindlessly traces faint patterns there. “I have an idea. One that I’ll only do if you’re okay with it.”

“What are you planning?” You narrow your gaze on San. The words are a bit suspicious, but San has never given you a reason not to trust him before, and you’re certain he wouldn’t do anything without your explicit permission and comfort.

“He’s too shy to talk about it, no?”

“I don’t know, San. That’s part of my concern,” you huff out in response.

“And I know him better than you do. Trust me when I say that he is merely too shy to say anything about the video.”

“So, the plan is…?”

“Threesome?”

“San!” The man all but cackles at your startled reaction and retracts his hand from your leg to clutch at his chest.

“I’m being completely serious.”

“You can’t be.” San deadpans, eyes searching yours with razor-sharp focus. “San.”

“Do you want to see how he really feels about it?”

“Of course I do but… I’m – I, well, I’m just shy about it!”

“And do you trust me to guide you through it and stop when you want to stop?” San leans towards you, and you find yourself moving with him, breaths intermingling as you get closer to each other.

“Yes, I always do, San.” He laughs under his breath once before letting his forehead fall against yours.

“And how do you feel about sex with Wooyoung?”

“I’m… I would like that a lot, I think. You aren’t gonna get jealous if Wooyoung fucks me, are you?”

“I can’t promise not to, but at the end of the day, I know—”

The thought is cut short thanks to the door popping open once more, and this time when you look up at it, it’s Wooyoung who steps through with his head tucked to his chest. You sink your teeth into your lower lip without thinking, letting San nudge you further down to the middle of the couch so he can better settle against your body. Wooyoung doesn’t even look up as he comes closer, phone in hand and screen flashing a bright light that keeps him preoccupied. That does absolutely nothing to ease your worries though, and his obvious avoidance of you and San’s forms causes an extra surge of panic to rush through you. San again detects your nerves and darts a hand out to clasp around your thigh just at the top of your knee, fingers massaging the bare skin there gently while Wooyoung positions himself on the other end of the couch. He doesn’t put a ton of distance between the two of you, which is a small reassurance, but he still won’t look up at you.

“Hey, Woo, did you–oof!” You send an elbow straight into San’s ribcage before he can finish the question. San squeezes hard at your leg and sends you a sharp and pointed glare. You return it with one of equal heat to no avail because San continues speaking, hand keeping you firmly in place. “Did you get my gift? For your birthday?”

Choi San is far too bold for your liking, you’ve decided that much.

“B-Birthday?” Wooyoung stutters. He glances up from his phone with cheeks flushed a pretty pink, and his gaze flicks between you and San for a few seconds. The silence drags. You can hardly breathe thanks to the lump in your throat. Wooyoung stares. San waits. And you are ready to burst. Then —

“For fuck’s sake, Wooyoung, do we need to reenact it on the couch for you?”

And in that moment, you truly do think you have died because there is no way in a million years that San really just said those words out loud. You jerk to bury your face against his shoulder – not helping your case since Wooyoung has most definitely seen the video and is most definitely thinking about the things you and San were doing in said video and any act of intimacy or closeness between the two of you is a dumpster fire just waiting to happen.

“No! No, no, no, no, no,” Wooyoung rambles so quickly that the words sound foreign against your ears. “You don’t – I wouldn’t – that’s too much to ask, I would never—”

“Well, you were obviously thinking about it!” San argues, not missing a beat in his remarks, and you really want nothing more than to completely disappear from existence entirely. “That boner isn’t exactly discreet!”

Whatever sound leaves your lips is nothing short of inhumane, most likely something close to a pig squealing, and San secures an arm around your waist when you throw yourself further against him. He releases a loud laugh that rings in your ear, squeezing you as tight as he can without hurting you.

“I’m sure we can work something out. You heard the way Y/N was screaming your name, didn’t you?” You’re thankful that Wooyoung can’t see your face because you are positive that your wide eyes make you look like a deer caught in headlights and he might take that as a sign of hesitance, when in reality you are already imagining Wooyoung fucking you raw while you’re bent over San’s lap. Instead, San stands up from the couch, keeping his hands on yours while he moves, and you blink up at him with the same wide eyes.

“I – I didn’t w-want to assume that she – I thought it was just… just because you were – yeah,” Wooyoung stammers. His voice grows more quiet with each passing word, and you can envision the way his chin drops to his chest as it normally does when he’s flustered.

“Didn’t want to assume that she wanted you just as badly as you want her?” San inquires, head tilting to the side as he asks the question. “Was the sight of her begging for your cock while my cum was dripping off her face not enough for you?” You need to make a mental note to beat the shit out of him after this, but you also don’t want to admit that the burning humiliation is actually causing your gut to twist with arousal. Your thighs press tightly together against the couch – a movement that doesn’t escape San’s notice. “She’s practically drooling from the thought already. Shouldn’t you give her something to do with that mouth?”

The words have their intended effect on you; they’re words San has spoken to you in less than appropriate situations time and time again, but now they seem even more filthy because Wooyoung is right there. Your lower lip trembles as a whimper slips out, and you hear Wooyoung inhale a sharp and painful breath of air.

“I won’t interrupt, don’t worry,” San murmurs, letting a finger trace over your chin. “I’ll just keep her fully occupied, yeah? How does that sound, sweetheart?”

“G-Good,” you hastily answer through a gasp.

“Mhm, then you can be good and sit still for him while I eat you out?”

“S-San.” The single word is spoken breathlessly, and you’re shocked that it even comes out with sound, to be honest. San just smirks in response, watching and waiting for you to indicate that you don’t want to do this. So when you provide a small nod of confirmation, he nudges you off the couch and onto the floor. Your knees hit the carpet painfully, but you take it in stride as best you can and move to a more comfortable position. Wooyoung remains in a state of shock, not budging one bit from his spot on the farthest cushion, and San has to lean over your kneeling form to catch hold of Wooyoung’s collar and yank him forward.

“Are you gonna make her do all the work?” He hums, pressing into Wooyoung’s personal space so much so that Wooyoung has to lean away from him.

“N-No, I’m – I’m just still a bit shocked.” He isn’t too shocked to finally sit on the center cushion and press his legs around your body, feet planted firmly on either side of your thighs. Now you can clearly see the growing erection tucked behind his jeans along with the hazy flush on his cheeks and neck that looks oh so pretty from this angle.

San moves away from the couch no doubt to make room for himself between your folds. It leaves you with the task of helping Wooyoung out of his pants, but without San’s endless confidence, you both fumble awkwardly around each other for too long before bonking heads when Wooyoung tries to tug his pants down for you. Ironically enough, the contact is all you needed to dispel the awkward energy between you two, and you share in a small laugh with hands still fumbling over each other.

“Do you… is he right?” Wooyoung asks once your hands hook around his underwear. You hesitate there, blinking up at the man in wonder for a few moments.

“Yeah, he – um, he didn’t really need to convince me to do the video,” you mumble back before embarrassment gets the better of you. “I was just worried that you wouldn’t see me like that.”

“Oh no, I definitely do! Not to, uh, sound too enthusiastic but yeah. I do.” You can only manage a tight-lipped grin in Wooyoung’s direction before taking hold of his underwear and yanking it down past his knees. A startled groan leaves him as cold air touches his stiff member, cock springing out to slap against the fabric of his shirt. The shirt doesn’t remain on for long as it is though, seeing as Wooyoung leans back and strips himself of the material without second thought. San makes a timely appearance behind you in that moment, hands running up your sides to tug your shirt off as he settles on the floor. You let him move your body into whatever position he wants while you keep your gaze firmly set on Wooyoung.

Wooyoung doesn’t maintain eye contact, however; he keeps his gaze firmly set on your body, trailing over the mounds of your breasts and the freshly exposed skin that’s left there now. His tongue pokes out to dart over his lips, and the hunger of lust gives him a newfound sense of confidence that has him leaning towards you. You sit up to meet him halfway — lips smash together in a clash of saliva and tongue, teeth clattering as they bump together. San works on pulling your pants away as well, leaving you full bare before both men, but he doesn’t give you time to be embarrassed or shy about the lack of clothes. He weasels his way between your legs and comes face to face with your now exposed cunt. A few strands of arousal are already present there just from the sight of Wooyoung’s hardened cock, which San laps up like a starved man.

The tiniest kitten lick has you whimpering, San’s hands latching around your hips and pulling you down to his chin. You brace yourself on Wooyoung’s muscled thighs. The skin is soft under your fingers, but the harsh touch has his muscles trembling and tensing under you. You dip closer to his crotch, eyes not leaving his for a second. He can only groan under his breath as you drag the flat of your tongue up his length. His cock is heavy against your tongue, a bit of saltiness lingering there thanks to the precum leaking from his tip, but you take it in stride and gulp the taste down as best you can. With a startled gasp, Wooyoung twitches in your mouth, and his hips buck up off the couch to thrust further into your wet heat.

“S-Shit,” Wooyoung mutters. He tries to still his hips to no avail because the more you move your tongue along his dick, the more he struggles to keep from jerking and writhing under your touch.

“She’s good, isn’t she?” San hums from between your legs. “Such a good little cock slut.” The words carry over your clit, sending rapid vibrations through you, and now it’s your turn to thrash from pleasure. You moan around Wooyoung’s length and squeeze his base a little tighter. Even though the ministrations from San are nothing short of amazing, you refuse to be outdone, especially when this is about Wooyoung and not you. Thus you choke back your moans and drop your mouth lower on Wooyoung’s dick, hollowing your cheeks as you bob along him.

He’s not exactly the largest – in girth or in length – but he’s most definitely a bit longer than San, as well as a tad slimmer. His cock has a slight curve to it, one that causes him to hit the back of your throat sooner than you expect, and it’s a struggle not to gag around him. Your throat does constrict a bit, but that only draws a moan from Wooyoung’s lips. He reaches up to cover the sound, clasping his fingers hard around his mouth, and you resist the urge to giggle at his flushed cheeks and embarrassment. Instead, you pull the flat of your tongue over him and explore the underside of his cock like that. You spend an ample amount of time just tracing each ridge and vein on him before pulling up to suck gently at his head. Wooyoung is especially sensitive there; he jerks and writhes the instant you start paying attention to the skin there, thighs quaking from the stimulation.

“A-Ah, wait, w-wait, I — fuck!” Wooyoung doesn’t get to finish his thought, and he reaches down to close his hand over yours, squeezing hard at the base of his cock until his member is flushed a deep red. The action catches you off-guard at first, but he doesn’t let you stay confused for long before he explains his reasoning. “D-Don’t wanna cum yet.”

“You won’t last long in me like this,” you counter through a smirk. Wooyoung’s cheeks bear a thin sheen of sweat now, which only enhances the blush across them.

“I c-can’t get it back up that quickly. If I’m gonna cum, then I want it to be in you.”

“Gosh, you’re such a smooth-talker,” you tease as you push your legs into a standing position. San doesn’t question it, merely slipping out from under you to move to another part of the room. You don’t bother to look back at him; Wooyoung holds all of your attention in the palm of his hand now. Confident hands fall onto Wooyoung’s shoulders, and you lower yourself onto his lap. A coy smirk plays at your lips, one that Wooyoung watches with rapt focus as you press his leaking erection flat against his stomach between your sweaty and naked bodies. “Makes me want you to fuck me, Wooyoungie.” You can’t keep from pushing your lips into a slight pout, hand snaking down to take hold of Wooyoung’s member again, and you jerk him with languid and deliberate strokes.

“Fu-uck, is she – is she always like this?”

“More often than not,” San chuckles from his new position off to the side, legs spread wide as he runs a hand over his own erection. “Just wait until you actually get your cock in her. Didn’t she sound so desperate and needy in the video?”

Wooyoung’s hands find your hips and grip the skin there so tightly that you can feel it bruising under his touch, but the slight sparks of pain it leaves you with are nothing short of delightful. It’s enough to cause you to let out a small whimper and clench your hand down hard on Wooyoung’s cock. That is all the incentive he needs to pull you up over his member. You guide him to your entrance without hesitation, moving as he does to meet his lips in a messy kiss. He pushes into you a bit then and exhales a small groan into your mouth that you eat up without hesitation.

“More,” you mumble against him and shove his hands out of the way. You push your hips body down as far as you can, taking his cock all the way into your tight heat. Wooyoung breaks the kiss to let out a choked gasp. He throws his head back, exposing the pretty tanned column of his neck, and you dive in without thought. Your teeth drag over the skin there with the intention to nip and bite at it, but Wooyoung runs a hair through your hair, gripping the base of your neck tight to tug you back and look you in the eye.

“Tell me how you want me to fuck you,” he all but growls, eliciting a sharp wave of arousal in your gut.

“Hard and fast like you fucking mean it,” you hiss. You grip his chin hard in your hand and pinch his cheeks together to plant a sloppy kiss on his lips.

Wooyoung takes your words in stride, securing your legs around him quickly before flipping you onto your back. A huff of air passes through your lips from the impact of hitting the couch cushions so hard, but Wooyoung doesn’t even give you a chance to catch your breath before he is pistoning his cock in and out of your cunt without any semblance of restraint or rhythm.

“Holy s-shit,” you exhale, biting back a moan just before it falls out. All you can do is secure your hands on the cushions beneath you as Wooyoung fucks you in a fit of passion and intensity. San must be enjoying the sight of you two based on the groans that slip out of his mouth, loud noises that accentuate your own and the lewd sounds coming from between your bodies. “Fuck me so good, Wooyoung, god, you feel so good in me. Want you to cum in me too, baby. Fill me up nicely, y-yeah?” It’s a miracle that you get any words out, let alone that many without endless stutters and gasps, but the effort it takes is more than worth it when you see the look in Wooyoung’s eyes. He doesn’t respond verbally; although he doesn’t particularly need to because his dick does all the talking for him in the way he fucks you deeper than before, searching for that treasured sweet spot of yours. It only takes a few thrusts for him to find it, and when he brushes over the sensitive area, you can’t contain your noises any longer.

You fling out a desperate hand in San’s direction, searching for some sort of contact from the man, but Wooyoung snatches up the limb instead. He tangles his fingers with yours as he fucks you, and it provides a delightful amount of intimacy that you were craving even when he pins that same hand behind your head to thrust into your tight walls at a different angle.

“You gonna cum, Y/N?” Wooyoung growls against the shell of your ear. He catches your lobe between his teeth, nipping at the skin in a way that has your back arching off the couch and into his body. It nearly tips you over the edge, but you hold on a little bit longer with sheer willpower to cum alongside him. “You’re so tight I can barely move.”

“Wooyoung,” you whine, writhing a bit under him as his thrusts slow down a bit. He shuts you up then and there with his lips and kisses you until you’re positively breathless.

“Cum for me, angel.” His gaze flits up to where San is sitting with cock in hand, eyes glinting dangerously for a moment. His lips touch the shell of your ear and fill it with soft pants that have you shivering. “And call out Sannie’s name for him since he’s being so good over there all on his own.”

It only takes one glance over to where San is perched for you to cum, the mere sight of him jerking his length with sweat on his brow and eyes firmly fixated on your body, and a hasty cry of his name tumbles from your lips. It must be enough to send him over the edge too because you hear him call out your name a moment later, then Wooyoung joins the two of you in sweet ecstasy, hips stuttering in their rhythm as warm cum fills your cunt. You’re so spent you can barely move or think straight in the blessed aftermath of your orgasm, but Wooyoung gets up rather quickly. He climbs off your body and steps over to where San is seated still. In the blink of an eye, he drops to his knees in front of the man – his best friend at that – and his mouth is on San’s softening cock, lapping up the evidence of his orgasm and the cum that splattered over his stomach. A giggle leaves Wooyoung’s lips as he pulls up again and swipes a finger over his mouth to collect any excess cum.

“That was fun,” he says with a smile. A straight row of glistening teeth sink into his lower lip. “And something we should do again sometime.”

“I doubt you’ll have to do much to convince us,” San mutters, eyes darting over to find yours. “Right, Y/N?”

“Sign me up.”

..

a/n: im sorry this took so lONG oidjfosij this was really hard to write for some reason so i hope it’s still good but yeet yes hello ;-;

[will-on-the-internet]

All The Time | Aaron Hotchner

SUMMARY: Sometimes Aaron had weekends when he had no work to complete, and for him, they were the best types of weekends, because he got to pleasure you like you deserved.

WARNINGS: SMUT, MINORS DNI, Soft Dom!Hotch, choking, fingering, rough sex, unprotected sex (be safe!), penatrative sex, vagina, no pronouns used for reader.

A/N: My first Criminal Minds request, and the first piece I’ve ever written for Hotch. Remember, my requests are open for Spencer Reid, Aaron Hotcher, Emily Prentiss and JJ! Just send in an ask or message me!

REQUEST: Would love a hotch/reader smut/romantic relationship...please NO angst, include rough sex and choking with soft dom Hotch!

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Weekends without reports to be submitted or a new criminal to catch were rare for Aaron Hotchner. So rare in fact, that the whole first half of Saturday had him glancing at his mobile, waiting for it to ring and pull him back into the chaotic world of murders, victims, and insane cases.

But by the time Saturday night rolled around and dinner had been had, he knew he was in the clear, knew he had the weekend to spend with you. And for a man who often felt like he didn’t have enough time for his loved ones, he wasn’t going to waste this perfect opportunity to be with you.

You were laying against him on the couch, the top of your head tucked just underneath his chin, a small smile on your face as you mindlessly watched the TV in front of you, Aaron’s large hands holding your waist and lips pressing kisses to your hair line. For the two of you, it was a perfect Saturday night, spent in each other’s company after drinking a couple glasses of wine and sharing some Indian take out for dinner. For once, Aaron was home on a weekend, and you were wrapped in his loving embrace as his long fingers dipped under the material of your shirt and started rubbing gentle patterns against the skin of you back and waist.

You knew instantly what he was aiming at, and when you caught a glimpse of his growing smirk as you let out a blissful sigh, he knew that you had caught on to his plan. Adjusting yourself, you leaned your arms on his chest and looked right at him, smile widening as his grip on your waist tightened.

“I gotta say, having you home is pretty nice.” Your words were quiet but caught his attention over the sound of the TV.

“Oh yeah? And why’s that, darling?” His lips were slowly moving closer to yours, so tantalizingly close that you nearly couldn’t resist kissing him. But you had other plans.

“Well, it’s not often we get to be like this, relaxing and having dinner and not acting as if a lot of the world is out to get us. It’s nice to just have some silence, it’s nice not to have your phone ringing or my pager going off.” He hums in response, hot breath against the skin of your cheek, and as you adjust yourself once more to straddle his waist, weighing down against his already hardening cock, you know you’ve got him, hook line and sinker.

But what you don’t know, is that he had this all planned out ever since you laid against him on the couch.

“Mhm, that is true.” His hands are moving lower slowly, cupping your ass, and eliciting a sharp whine from you when he gives it a squeeze, lips pulling up into a shit eating grin. “But do you know what I think is the best thing about being home?” His lips were on your skin then, tongue against your neck and teeth grazing your pulse point as your eyes widened in surprise at how the table suddenly turned on you.

“What-what’s the best thing about being home, sweetheart?” You could barely form a sentence as his fingers squeezed the globes of your ass and his mouth nipped at your jaw, his eyes bright with want and need.

“Knowing I have all the time in the world to fuck you, to take you apart on my fingers and cock and to turn you into such a pretty little thing on this couch.” Aaron had you moaning then, the sound slipping out from your gritted teeth as he started to peel your shirt off you.

You tried to catch his lips, tried to kiss him like you so desperately wanted to, but Aaron wasn’t having it, instead sending you a frown and hands coming up to cup your face.

“Uh, uh, baby, I’m not going to kiss you until I think you deserve it. Now be good.” His words were firm but soft, and you knew that he was going to make you feel so insanely good, even if you had to wait a while.

He shifted the both of you then, moving on the couch so your body was laid delicately under his and his frame hovered over you, caging you in and making you see only him, his chapped lips, and broad shoulders.

Aaron started his ministrations then, lips attaching themselves to your collarbone and neck, sucking deep purple marks into your skin with fingers toying with the waist band of your track pants. You knew you needed to be good, needed to do what Aaron wanted if you were going to get the relief you so badly wanted, but as his mouth pressed against the skin of your breast that was spilling out of your bra, you knew you were closer than either of you imagined, hips bucking into his. He let out a warm laugh as he looked down at you, took in your embarrassed expression that only made his smirk widen.

“You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you so needy, sweet girl. You must really want me.” You nodded back at him, letting out another moan when he pulled your pants off you, fingers quickly pressing into your clit through the material of your underwear. “Well then, I did want to take my time with you right now, but I can always do that later.”

“Please, Aaron, fuck, I want you.” Your lover didn’t hesitate to slip a finger in your then, pushing your underwear to the side and curling his finger so you felt the full stretch. His other hand yanked at the cups of your bra, not even bothering to fully take the flimsy material off you, watching as your breasts spilled out, waiting for his hot mouth to envelop them.

Suddenly you were seeing stars, his lips tugging at your nipples and hand in your pussy that was pushing you closer and closer to the edge. He could feel you, filled with your escaping juices and nearing putty in your hands, and Aaron could only smile down at you, pulling away for a moment to tuck some hair behind your ears.

“God, you look so beautiful, baby. Looking so perfect. How the hell did I end up deserving you?” He didn’t wait for an answer because he finally kissed you.

It was like you had reached heaven, his lips on yours and hands all over your body. He kissed like it was going to be his last one, with so much need and want and love all rolled into one it nearly sent you into a frenzy, grappling to hold onto whatever part of him you could reach. His hand was moving faster in you then, three fingers thrusting in and out of you as you whined and whimpered against his open mouth.

He surrounded you, his body the only thing you could see, his dark pupils blown and hair a mess as you ran your hand through it, tugging it slightly when he bit into your lip. Aaron knew exactly what to do to turn you into a mess in his arms, your chest raising erratically as his free hand tugged and groped at your breasts, the touch of his skin feeling like flames against your skin.

“C’mon baby, I can feel you, you’re so close to cumming on my fingers. Be a good girl darling and cum for me.” You were gone then, sinking into his embrace as you flooded his fingers, mouth opening for a silent moan and eyes near rolling to the back of your head as Aaron littered kisses all over your face and neck, soothing you as you came down from your high. “There we go, good girl. You’re so good for me, darling.”

He pulled his fingers from his mouth, watching as your cum slowly dripped off them, before taking his fingers into his mouth, licking them clean as you melted once before his eyes, a desperate whimper sounding through the room. He helped you out of your soaked underwear and bra that still was some how hanging onto your body, and then shucked his own clothes off, becoming a pristine piece of artwork, all sculptured muscle with rosy skin and sharp angles that nearly made you want to weep.

He hoisted you up as he sat back on his legs, moving you so that your legs hung loosely around his hips and your body was arched up, pillow behind your head.

“Now, as much as I want to go slow with you, I think you need me to much. So, what do you, baby?” His lips were tugging at the lobe of your ear, pressing himself against as you felt his thick cock against your stomach, warm and throbbing and already leaking with precum.

“Make me yours, Aaron. Do what you want to me.” As soon as he grinned at you, a grin that was wolfish and made your toes curl, you knew you had made the right choice. And Aaron didn’t hesitate, making quick work of stroking himself and lining himself up before pushing right in, not giving you any time to adjust.

Aaron pounded into you, rough and hard like he knew you wanted it, making you moan like he knew he could. Watching the muscles of his hips move and his cock slide into you, you nearly couldn’t keep focus on everything around you, losing your grip of reality as his mouth came down once again to suck on your breasts, not once losing his pace.

He was covered in sweat, and the noises that filled the room were feral, a growl leaving his mouth when you scratched his back.

That was when he changed, his eyes turning completely dark and his hips knocking into yours with such ferocity that you were worried he was going to knock you off the couch. And then his hand was around your neck, stroking it as you whimpered at his touch, not knowing how to cope with all the pleasure that was flooding your veins.

“Fuck you would look so pretty with my hand around your neck, so damn hot baby.” He wasn’t applying any pressure, not wanting to pass any boundaries, and giving you the moment to decide what you wanted, but as soon as you placed a hand on his and nodded, he was gone.

“Do, Aaron, I’m yours.” He sucked in a moan at your words, and then slowly applied a light pressure, wary of how much you could handle. He was still thrusting into you and you could tell he was close, his eyes closing in pleasure for a moment before they snapped back upon to watch you come undone under his hand and filled with his cock. “Please, Aaron, more.” You gripped his shoulder, trying to edge him on further as his thrusts became sloppy. “I need more, Aaron.”

“You need more, sweet thing? Then I’m going to give it to you.” He nearly split you in half with how hard he thrusted in then, earing a shocked but pleasure filled shriek as his hand still gripped your throat. He lifted you so that you were nearly folded in half, and he gazed down at you hungrily, watching as your breasts shook and how your face contorted in pleasure and eyes rolled to the back of your head.

You screamed when you came, soaking him and clenching around him in a way that had him seeing red and cumming with you, filling you up with his cum as you went limp, spent and resting right on the line of pleasure and over stimulation. His hand dropped from your throat, leaving a red hand mark on your skin. He collapsed next to you, shifting his weight so that you laid on top of him again, an arm flung around your waist as you pressed your face to his neck, slowly coming down from your high that left you shaky and breathing heavily. The both of you were slick with sweat, covered in each other’s cum and wrapped up in an embrace of love and comfort.

“Fuck, Aaron. I didn’t expect that to happen.” You spoke softly against his skin, your hand lazily drawing patterns on his chest, cradled close to your lover, who made no attempt in letting you go.

“Did, I hurt you at all? I know the choking thing was new for us.” You shook your head, running a hand through his hair that was longer than usual, a lack of time causing him to miss his usual hair appointments with the barber.

“No, baby. You didn’t hurt me at all. I actually think it was quite hot.” He smirked at your response, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your lips and entangle your fingers with his.

“Oh yeah?”

“Mhm, I thought it was very hot, Aaron. Definitely something that suits you.” He chuckled at your words, then smiled down at you as you wrapped your arms around his neck to pull his mouth closer once again.

“Well then, I’ll keep that in mind. Now how about we take this upstairs? I think our large bed is going to be more comfortable than our couch, especially if tonight’s going to continue.” He didn’t even reply, just stood up and hoisted you into his arms, lips once again attached to yours before he walked towards the stars.

Sometimes Aaron longed for a case to come his way, to catch another bad guy and to save another helpless victim. Sometimes he longed for his desk at the BAU, to be surrounded by his team and friends, discussing the latest crime, and profiling the newest unsub. And sometimes, he only longed for you, your body, and your time, wanting to give you everything he had, wanting to be with you for as long as he could, until the world called him back to the chaos and danger.

And you, you were happy to wait for him, something he was forever grateful for.

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[djarrex]

Chrono

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Pairing: Captain Rex x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit. 18+ 100%

Word Count: 1.7k 

Warnings: piv shower sex, very brief vaginal fingering

Summary: (See note for explanation) You signaled for your Captain, and he came to you. Instead of your usual spot, you both agreed on a change of scenery. Who’s thirsty? 

A/N: This is just a little Captain Rex oneshot from an idea I had in my head about how the reader could signal Rex by messing with her chrono on her wrist, sort of like purposefully messing with it but while not being too obvious, y’know? It sounds better in my head.

***

About a half hour ago, you had walked by Captain Rex in the war room, signaling him of your… need… in passing. There was this agreement you both had come to: if either one of you needed some stress relief - or even just missed one another - you’d signal with the wiggling of the chrono you both wore on your wrists. It was weird at first; to play with your chrono so much in front of others because it seemed so obvious, but it worked. It always worked. Most of the time it was in passing while on the ship, other times it was at 79’s while you sat with all the guys in their favorite booth.

If you were on the ship, the go-to location was the medbay. It was usually empty except for the medical droids, but you had powered them down in preparation. You ran the med bay, after all. You weren’t expecting any visitors – other than your Captain.

You leaned on the wall, waiting over by the supply closet. Whenever your activities took place in the medbay, they usually carried on in the closet – just in case someone were to waltz in. You always locked the door, but you never know.

Another few minutes went by until the door finally whisked opened. Rex stood at the entrance with his helmet clutched to his side.

You stood up straight, hands on your hips. “Kriff, Rex. I’ve been waiting f- ”

“I know, I know. I’m sorry, cyare.” He sighed, stepping into the room and sat his helmet on the counter nearest him.

“What kept you for so long? You know, I think that’s the longest you’ve ever kept me waiting - and I’m including the months I waited for you to finally make a fucking move before we had sex for the first time.”

“Very funny.” He grinned and rolled his eyes, shutting and locking the door behind him.

You stepped closer, your arms folded across you chest. “In all seriousness though, what’s going on, Rex?”

He sighed again. “Looks like I won’t have as much time off as I’d like to. I’m scheduled on the bridge at 06:00 tomorrow morning for a briefing. I’m accompanying General Skywalker, General Kenobi, and Commander Tano on a mission to Zygerria.” Your brows furrowed. Walking over to sit on a cot, you grabbed his hand and led him to sit with you.

“…Zygerria? Maker, Rex. What the hells is on Zygerria?”

“Well... Do you really want me to tell you, or would you rather have me instead? Because I know what I’d rather do,” He grazed your thigh, “and let me tell you, it’s not going over the story of the missing Togrutas and rescue mission. We’re on a time crunch here, cyare.”

As much as you loved the feeling of his hands on you, you weren’t expecting that answer. “Missing… Togrutas?” You widened your eyes, and he frowned.

“Cyare.”

“Ha, sorry.” You leaned in towards him, your mouth close enough to his, threatening a kiss. “Well, since you have to get up really early… maybe we shouldn’t- ” He leaned back from you, his eyes shooting accusing daggers at you.

“I’m sorry, but aren’t you the one who signaled me? Wiggling around your chrono, making a pass through the war room? You never walk through the war room. Common, cyare. You got my attention, so here I am.” You couldn’t help but chuckle, and he loosened up enough do to the same. You reached for his hand still on your thigh and held it in your hands.

“Can you – can you come back to my apartment with me? I need to clean off, seriously. I’ve been sanitizing all day – I probably smell like chemicals.” You saw the cogs turning in his head before he answered. His eyebrow raised, then lowered as he released another sigh.

“Alright, fine. I can’t spend the night, though. As much as I would love to wake up to you in the morning...” He took his other hand and ran his gloved thumb across your bottom lip, “I’m needed for a mission. I’m sorry.” Rex never was truly able to relax, and you absolutely felt for him. It seems like the only times he’s ever able to really let loose is when he’s with you, and even then, there is always some metaphorical clock ticking in the background, counting down the seconds he has left with you before he’s needed by his General again.

You nodded and smiled, knowing that he’s doing his very best and you were grateful he was even willing to go back to your place at all. Having him in your bed will always beat the medbay on this ship or the alley behind 79’s.

“Hey, you go first.” You gestured to the door as you caressed his cheek, “I’ll wait a few minutes before heading off the ship and meet you back at my place in an hour. Sound good?” 

***

About half an hour later you were back home and were beyond ready for some leave time. You tossed your bag haphazardly on the counter, making your way to your room to quickly shed off your clothing, tossing them into a bin. As your top came off over your head you got a huge whiff of chemicals - you were a walking fire hazard.

Turning the sanisteam on the hottest setting, you stepped in and closed your eyes. The showers on the Resolute were fine, better than most probably, but nothing compared to your shower. The pressure of the scalding water dug into your scalp as you massaged the soap into your hair. You turned the setting slightly cooler - so you didn’t acquire third degree burns from a shower - and stood in silence while the water rained down on your tired form. Once your hair and body were clean, you decided to stand under the water for just a little while longer, letting your muscles relax as your head tilted back with your eyes closed for just a little while longer -

“Cyare, are you enjoying yourself?”

Your eyes shot open as you were pulled out of your relaxing trance. He stood just outside the ‘fresher fully armored, sans helmet, and watched you with a cocked head and a smirk. 

“Stars, Rex. Sorry I -” You turned around to shut off the sanisteam but he stopped you.

“No, wait. Don’t turn it off.” You raised a quizzical brow and folded your arms against your chest. Was – was he wanting to join you?

“You going to join me, Captain?” You were unable to hide your mischievous grin. With that, he quickly worked at his armor and tossed it all into a pile in your adjoining room. You watched in amusement as he shed his blacks and threw them in the bin with your own dirty clothes.

As soon as he stepped in the shower, there was no time wasted. You were gently pressed against the wall of the shower, your back making contact with the cool tiles as Rex let his hands travel up and down your waist. His lips met yours; your hands shot up to cup his face while his hands decided to head south.

Before you knew it, you were moaning into his mouth as he worked your clit with calloused fingers.

“Please Rex, I want you. I want your cock. Please.” He smiled against your mouth, still working his fingers, but letting them trail down to the outside of your hole, teasing your entrance.

“Are my fingers not good enough for you, cyare?” He breathed a laugh into your mouth, earing a low moan from you.

“No… no, they’re p-perfect – always – perfect. I just… I need m-more.”

His fingers retracted from your heat. Before you could complain at the loss of contact, your left thigh was being lifted up around his waist and your arms quickly wrapped around his neck in an attempt to hold yourself steady. He teased your clit with the head of his cock, earning whimper out of you.

“Rex, please.”

His voice, deeper than ever, set off fireworks in your gut, “Yes, ma’am.” 

He bucked his hips upward, sending his cock straight up into your pussy until he was fully inside in just one motion. You let your head fall back; the loud thump of your head hitting the wall made him pause. You didn’t even realize you had hit your head until he asked if you were ok.

“M’fine.” You shot him a reassuring smile. “Keep going.”

He resumed his deliberate thrusts – jabs of his hips that would’ve sent you all the way up the wall if his hands weren’t glued to your hip and ass. His lips met your collarbone; the gentle nips he gave the thin skin there send shockwaves through your body. You were close already, and he knew it.

“Cum for me. Common.” He was commanding you with his mouth still attached to your clavicle. It took his one hand to shoot down where you were connected - resuming his torture on your throbbing clit – to make you lose all strength in the one leg you were standing on. He must have felt it, because the grip he had on your ass became harder to keep you upright – to make sure you didn’t collapse; you clamped down hard on his cock with your brutal orgasm, making his thrusts lose their rhythm as he grunted into your neck.

He finished inside you of you – something you always told him to do; this time he didn’t need a verbal confirmation because he already knew the answer – your body was still shaking as you slowly came down from your high. 

He pulled out of you with a tired sigh, completely spent, and went to stand directly underneath the warm water in silence. Rex looked so content as he stood underneath the water, his head tilted back with his eyes shut, just as you were before he arrived. You gave him a quick peck on the cheek, then climbed out of the shower to dry off. You wanted him to have this moment to himself. He deserved to relax.

***

[tyongxnct]

𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 - 𝑁𝑎 𝐽𝑎𝑒𝑚𝑖𝑛

𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 - 𝐍𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

pairing: Jaemin x reader

special guest: Jeno

summary: Letting random guys use your body wouldn’t bring him back, you knew it, but you still let them use you. Jaemin, the love of your life, promised you to come back. When Jaemin left to fulfill his dream of becoming an idol, he told you that he’d come back to get you. You fed yourself with lies and you were still waiting for him, even after years. You didn’t want to let someone else love you, only Jaemin could love you.

song: nobody - Selena Gomez

genre: breakup!au, idol!au, angst, a dash of fluff

warnings: mentions of sex, swearing, not a happy ending

word count: 1,7k 

A/N: This one’s really short but i still love it so much. I hope you like it as much as I do. Have fun reading 𝑛𝑜𝑏𝑜𝑑𝑦 !!!

© tyongxnct on all platforms

No heart, no hands, no skin, no touch Can get me there, nowhere enough To love me like you do, to love me like you do No kiss, no lips, no feel, no rush Can you keep me high, I swear no one Can love me like you do, can love me like you do, no

“We should do that again.”

You felt bad. You felt so bad for trying to replace him, replace his touches on your body and the taste on your lips.

“Yo, can I use your bathroom?” Jeno asked you. You just nodded. You hid yourself under your blanket, you didn’t want to look at your naked body, painted with a stranger’s touches.

It was always like this, you trying to get over him with someone else, but nothing and no one helped. Whenever you closed your eyes, it was him. Only his face, his hands on your body and the way he told you that he loved you as he made you cum.

You’ve been dreaming about him, thinking about him, and missing him. It was hard not to, everything reminded you of him. Your apartment, work, even your friends and family.

You felt empty, lost, worthless.

You let them fuck you and use your body, but you still felt useless.

Your soul was wandering around as they thrusted into you, deep, but you never felt like how you felt with him.

Nobody is going to love you like Na Jaemin.

Nobody's gonna love me like you Nobody, uh

three years ago

“Why are you staring at me?” you asked Jaemin after a while.

“You’re pretty.”

It was a night like any other night with him, you had dinner with Jaemin and then you watched a movie, well you watched the movie, he was staring at you the entire time.

“Watch the movie, not me.” You said shyly. “I’d rather watch you.”

You turned your face to him and pecked his lips, the little kiss was too short for Jaemin, so he took your face in his hands and pulled you closer to kiss you fully on the lips. His right hand pulled you on his lap, your legs one each side of his hips and his arms around the small of your back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer, if that was even possible.

He slowly pulled away after your heavy make out session, both of you breathing heavily. “You know, you are the love of my life.” He breathed out as he put his forehead against yours. “You are my soulmate, my better half. My everything.”

“I love you so much, I never thought I’d be capable to feel so much for someone. Well, not just someone. You are Y/n and you are perfect. I don’t know what I did in my past lives to deserve you. I wish we could get married now, I can’t wait any longer, but I promise you, I’ll marry you one day.”

You felt the tears roll down your face. The words that left Jaemin’s lips made you feel so special, so loved and just over the moon.

“J-jaemin-“ you whimpered.

“Baby, are you crying? Fuck, I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He panicked and wiped away your tears with his thumbs.

“J-Jaemin I love you so, so much, I don’t think that I could live a day without you. I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you.” And then, he kissed you again.

His hands caressed your skin under your shirt as your hands wandered to his hair. “I love you.” He whispered against your lips.

No oxygen, can barely breathe My darkest sin, you've raised release And it's all because of you, all because of you And I don't know what it is, but you've pulled me in No one compares, could ever begin To love me like you do And I wouldn't want them to 'Cause

“We should go on a date, like, a real date. Not just fucking. I’m mean I love to fuck you, but yeah, I like you-“

Going on a date with someone who wasn’t Jaemin? You would never do that. You would never even think of doing romantic stuff with someone who wasn’t Jaemin.

They could fuck you and that’s it. No strings attached.

“Not gonna happen.” You put your bra and panties back on and ignored Jeno’s gaze on your body.

“Why? You can give me a chance. A simple dinner. Come on, Y/n. It won’t kill you.” Jeno still insisted.

It won’t kill you because you were already dead.

You couldn’t do that, you couldn’t let him manipulate you. You promised yourself that you’d only love Na Jaemin and you promised him. You would never dare to break that promise, because you only loved Jaemin and that would never change. Nobody could change that.

“I said no. If you want more than what we have, fine, go to someone else. I don’t need that, and I don’t need you.” You said coldly.

“He won’t come back. You know that right? You can push me away as much as you want, you’ll never get him back. He’s gone, Y/n. And he will never come back. Not for you. He left you, he left you because he didn’t love you as much as you love him. He left you because you weren’t enough for him. Jaemin left you behind, he left you all alone and broken and you will never get him back because he simply loves his idol life more than he has ever loved you. He’s in a fucking relationship and here you are still crying over him after years! Jaemin is not worth your love! Get that through your thick skull Y/n!” Jeno yelled at you.

You looked at him without any emotion on your face. “He loves me. He promised me he’ll come back to me. Jaemin promised me. He promised me that we’ll marry each other and that we’ll be happy together forever. Jaemin promised and he never breaks his promises.”

You were breathing heavily without noticing it, your voice broke and tears streamed down your face. Your hands were formed into fists and your nails dug into your palms. “He promised…” you whispered before you broke down completely. You were on your knees, crying your heart out because deep down you knew. You knew that he left you forever.

You were screaming hysterically and punching the floor with the little strength you had left.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, please stop crying. I shouldn’t have said that.” He caged you in his arms to stop you from hurting yourself. You let him. For the first time in forever you let someone who wasn’t Jaemin hug you.

“It’s okay, let it all out, it’s okay.” He whispered. You hugged him back, “It hurts so bad.” You sobbed into his chest. “I know, it’ll get better, I promise you.”

You cried in his arms until you fell asleep. Your body was exhausted and so was your soul.

Nobody's gonna love me like you Nobody, uh

Two years ago

“I love you, baby. But this is a huge opportunity for me. I can finally live my dream. I can finally become an artist.” He hugged you and you didn’t say a word.

“You know how much this means to me, right? Babe. Look at me.” He cupped your face and you looked at him with bloodshot eyes.

“You know I love you right?” he asked.

“I-I love you too a-and I’m so, so proud of you. I’m c-crying because I’m so happy for you.” You forced a smile on your face.

You weren’t lying. You were proud and happy for him, but the thought of being apart hurts you so much.

“So, you understand that I have to go?” he pecked your lips.

You nodded, “Y-Yes, and everyone is going to see my talented boyfriend. Everyone’s going to love you- Na Jaemin. You’re perfect and you deserve this so much.”

“You’re the best supportive girlfriend someone could ask for. Don’t worry baby, I’ll come back, and I’ll take you with me. Remember? I promised to marry you and I always keep my promises.”

“I love you, Jaemin. So much, I don’t know enough words to describe it.”

“I love you too baby. I’ll love you forever.” He pressed his lips on yours. Jaemin kissed you with so much passion and longing and you kissed him back and you knew that would be your last kiss.

That night, Jaemin showed you how much he loved you with his hands and lips all over your body. It was not your first-time having sex with Jaemin, but it was your last time.

I don't want nothing else Not when I've had the best I don't want nothing else 'Cause you showed me the best

One year ago

Na Jaemin and Shin Seolhyun reported to be dating!

You looked at that article for hours. Dispatch also added pictures of their secret dates, it was definitely Jaemin and a really pretty girl was on his side. It was hard to see his face. He was wearing a cap and sunglasses, he looked like a celebrity- well, he is a celebrity.

You cried yourself to sleep that night and when you woke up the next day, you wished you would never have woken up.

NCT ENTERTAINMENT CONFIRMES NA JAEMIN AND SHIN SEOLHYUN’S RELATIONSHIP

That was the big headline, once you started reading, you couldn’t stop the tears.

Na Jaemin and Shin Seolhyun are currently meeting each other and have mutual feelings for each other. They have been dating for 4 months already!

Congratulations to the couple!

He broke his promise. Na Jaemin broke his promise to love you forever.

You tried to erase that day, that day you decided to let men to use your body to forget about Jaemin. You and Jaemin were dating for four years and it’s been two years since he left you without contacting you ever again. Jaemin broke his promise but you were still completely in love with him. It hurt so much, so much to see him happy with someone else. Did he promise her to marry her too? Did he love her like he loved you? Did he forget about you?

No matter how often you let someone fuck and use you. No matter how much you tried to distract yourself. No matter how much you tried to hate him, you couldn’t. You couldn’t hate him, and you couldn’t let someone else love you, because nobody, nobody could love you like Na Jaemin.

SEQUEL:  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐈 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 - 𝐍𝐚 𝐉𝐚𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐧

[sepublic]

            G1, Beast Wars, and Bayverse Scorponok are all radically different, totally unrelated characters. Literally the only similarity they share is their name, due to turning into Scorpions. I don’t think the creators of each post-G1 incarnation particularly cared about nor intended for their take to be read as an adaptation of a previous one, they just saw the cool name and applied it. Completely different personalities, appearances, roles, etc.

         …With all that said! I can’t help but think it’d be hilarious if Nizziverse Scorponok just combined traits from all three together. Keep in mind, his appearance is still the same as in the live-action movies. But perhaps instead of being just a Mini-Con, he’s also a Triple-changer, with his modes being a helicopter engine, scorpion, and of course the robot mode itself. Somewhat humanoid and not much of a departure from his scorpion mode, based mostly on the toy we got in 2007.

         Robot-mode Scorponok would have legs that flip out; His forearms would reverse themselves with regular hands coming out of the ends; The tail slides in; And his face splits apart to make room for another head, probably based on his G1 and/or BW counterpart. Scorponok’s stinger removes to act as a trident like his G1 toy. He talks and he’s a fully intelligent scientist.

         And he’s got a crazy backstory, we’re Star Wars background character-ing this arachnid… This animalistic Decepticon who never spoke and harasses some of our humans once? Presumably not sapient? Is actually a fully thinking and speaking scientist back on Cybertron, the inventor of Pretender technology under the rule of the Functionists. But when the social implications of Pretender tech were discovered, it was banned and even demonized by the Functionists, much to Scorponok’s chagrin.

         He sided with the rebels to get back at the Functionists, and explained afterwards to Megatron the truth of Pretender technology. He created “Alice”. When the Decepticons attempted to invade the home planet of the Nebulans, the Autobots helped the locals fight back. As a result, Scorponok teamed up with Zarak, a xenophobic Nebulan, to drive the Autobots away. In the process he formed a taxing mental link with Zarak. After Megatron disappeared, Scorponok came close to seizing control of the Decepticons, only for the Fallen to orchestrate his downfall.

         Scorponok was eventually assigned with some other Decepticons to scout out Earth, and bonded with Blackout, ALSO forming a symbiotic psychic link with him. Blackout was the most loyal to Megatron and basically acted as the group’s leader when confronting Starscream over suspected treachery, only to be reduced to literal pieces. Not sure what else to do, Scorponok single-handedly repaired Blackout, enabling him to take revenge on Screamer. He has a pet Cyber Bee and once fell into a pool of lava, only to somehow survive. Scorponok signs his missiles with the Autobot insignia.

         Always having had a fascination with organic life (hence the Pretenders and psychic bond with Zarak), Scorponok eventually invented robot mpreg by attaching an incubation harness to his body, hoping to raise a generation of Decepticon-programmed humans. The Autobots managed to stop Scorponok, removed the baby from him, and placed it in the adoption of some human.

         He was present when Scalpel examined our human protagonist for Cybertronian data in their brain, inside of Blackout and ready to deploy if needed. He powerlinked with Blackout during the forest fight, only for Blackout to die, forcing Scorponok to hitch a ride on Starscream when the Decepticons retreated. All of this, ALL OF THIS culminates in Scorponok getting smushed by Jetfire, who has no connection to him beyond being a former Decepticon himself. At this point, why not just make him Shockwave’s mentor as well, since that’d explain a lot?!

         Wouldn’t that be twisted. If in the films, Scorponok was just a one-off mook that was forgotten and brought back in the next movie to be killed and resolved? Only to have this elaborate lore, personality, and involvement in background materials? I for one think it could be hilarious. I’m half-tempted to go with this idea in the Nizziverse. Imagine being some human named Connie who grows up, adopted and not aware of your biological parents. Only to one day be told that your mom is Scorponok and he got killed by Jetfire in Egypt, right in front of the humans he’d previously harassed and failed to kill. In addition to all of the OTHER history…!

        (Does that make Blackout her dad??? Zarak an old flame of her mom by proxy?! EVERY PRETENDER A SIBLING!!?!?)

         And you know what? Scorponok’s actually a quadruple-changer Mini-con, with his fourth mode being a giant head. Because yep he’s a headmaster and had an enormous Titan of a transtector at some point.

[obae-me]

Maid!Brothers

Here you go folks, some maid brothers as a treat. I know these are also probably just what they did for the butler event but...maids. SFW for these ones, although with enough convincing, I might be pressed to make NSFW ones. Enjoy!

Congratulations! For better or for worse, and for the next few days, the demons that reside in the House of Lamentation are now your maids. Is this due to a curse? Another one of Diavolo’s somewhat sadistic schemes? A dare gone too far? Perhaps you’ve used your pact powers for good evil? Who knows at this point? And to be fair, who cares how it started when you have seven demons greet you at the door every morning? 

Lucifer

He was very much not pleased at first. At all. But not for the reasons you’d expect. All of his time spent serving you completely is going to disrupt his enormous piles of work. However, Diavolo has given him a few days leave to...explore this new...career. Now that he’s in this situation with no way out for the foreseeable future, he has no choice but to be the best maid the likes of which you or the Devildom has never seen before. He must go the full mile for the sake of his pride. No one will be making fun of him once he perfectly fulfills his role, and just because he’s wearing a dress and an apron doesn’t mean he’s not still completely bone-chillingly intimidating. In fact, now that he has more free time and his eyes on you nearly everywhere you go, this new form of his is almost scarier. 

He wears a traditional outfit; Victorian. One with the long unruffled skirt and sleeves. You hardly see him in white, so the stark pureness of his apron and headband are almost off-putting, but it grows on you quickly. The buttons on his collar and cuffs are a bright royal blue. He’s insistent on still wearing his gloves, which somehow only add more flair to his uniform. You never assumed he’d be caught wearing something like this, and yet he’s so confident in it, you could mistakenly assume he’s done this before. 

His main chore is making sure the other maids (his brothers) are fulfilling their duties. He’s written up a beautiful schedule complete with shift changes and chore swaps so no one can complain too much. If he hadn’t done this, nothing would get finished, and all of his brothers would end up flocking to you instead. Of course, with him being in charge of this, no one can prevent him from making sure he gets to stick by your side more than the others by a considerable margin. 

Everything he does is absolutely flawless. Your room has never been cleaner or more organized, although now you have a difficult time finding any of your things. Your pens are gathered up by...ink density? And your clothes by material? Now you’re resorted to ask for his assistance. He knows exactly what you like, and how you prefer it prepared. And once, you’d even begin to sneeze and he’d already prepared a handkerchief for you. 

Of course...this new caretaking biz of his has unlocked a new side of him, or at least a side he’s never had the time or energy to show. He’s unbelievably, heart-wrenchingly, mind-numbingly...fussy. Constantly straightening your clothes, fixing your hair, asking you every five minutes if there’s anything he can do. You’re unsure if he feels you’re incapable of doing anything right by yourself, or if he just has such an overwhelming urge to take care of you that he can’t even let you put your own shoes on.

“Master, I can’t help but notice you’ve not completed your assignments for today. I’ve already prepared your desk, let me escort you to your room.” 

“Master, I know Super Crunchy Devil-Sweet Cookies are your favorite, but they are not good for you. Here, I’ve already prepared a perfectly healthy snack. I know you’ll love it.”

“Master, it is five minutes till your bed-time. I am fully aware you are an adult...yes...nonetheless, I have your bed prepared and will not leave till you are safely in a slumber. I will tuck you in, you must get good sleep after all.” 

“Master, let me make sure your bathwater is a safe temperature.” 

“Master, let me cut your food for you.” 

As the days dredge on, he gets more desperate. It’s been a while since you’ve done something on your own. Lucifer is almost always there. You enjoy it to a degree, but it’s a tad...how do we say...suffocating, knowing your every action is under his watchful gaze. At this moment in time, you’re still unaware if this is how he naturally is, or, without endless work to hold him back, if he’s spiraling out of control. Either way, as much as you appreciate him taking complete care of you, you’ll be happy when the old Lucifer is back.

However, as much as he pushes you, you enjoy the moments with him. You find more fondness for him with every soft brush of his gloves, with all the things he keeps hidden in his pockets only to brandish them whenever you need them. 

At one point, you’d both been so drained from the day’s activities, you both went for a stroll in the garden to clear your heads. Yawning, you took a seat on the soft grass, your back leaned up against the trunk of a tree. As you listened to the wind rustle the leaves, Lucifer looked down at you with a small frown. Then, sighing, he joined you, tucking the fabric of his skirt against his legs as he sat. How long had it been since he had simply sat outside for some air? Too long. You both embraced the silence for a moment. No more chattering maids, no more assignments, just the sound of gentle breaths against the breeze. You tilted your head back, watching from the corner of your eye as Lucifer brushed a stray leaf off his apron.

“I’ve exhausted you,” he proclaimed in a soft voice. 

You couldn’t quite tell him he hadn’t…”I’m just tired in general.” 

He huffs, knowing he was right but not pushing you any further. “Here…” You feel his gloved hand cup the back of your head. The heart in your chest squeezes, but you allow him to guide your body in a lying position, head in his lap. You can’t find the breath to say anything, so you simply adjust into a comfortable position, bringing one of your hands close to your face to gently grasp the apron fabric. 

You don’t remember falling asleep, so you don’t recall Lucifer’s arm wrapping around your waist, his sigh of relief when you get some rest, and his eventual slumber when he too lets the peace of your company lull him to sleep. 

Maybe him being a maid wasn’t so terrible after all.

Mammon 

He was also not happy. So unhappy in fact, he’d refused to have anything to do with this. How is he supposed to make money off this whole deal? Where’s the fun? The thrill? No, no, no, he was absolutely not going to participate. He expected some sort of begging or coercion, but actually each of his brothers were alright in knowing each of them would have more time with you with Mammon out of the way. Well, out of everything, he was not having that. Right after his outburst, he was all too happy to be onboard. He proclaimed he was going to be the best, the cutest, the most amazing maid ever. Naturally. So, all of his brothers might as well go home and leave it to him. The Great Mammon would take it from here. One, they were already home. Two, no, none of them were leaving. As a maid, he’ll most likely end up messing up a lot of things, but you’ve never seen him try harder in his life for something that wasn’t attached with a price tag. And that honestly made it worth it. 

He wears a uniform with short sleeves and a mid-rise skirt that stops right at his knees. It sort of reminds you of a diner outfit more than a maid uniform, with two separate pockets sewn into the apron. The apron itself doesn’t go over the chest and around the neck, instead, it simply ties around the waist. The bow wrapped in his hair and his knee-high socks are a pleasing gold color, one that matches the sunglasses he still wears despite it not fitting the rest of his look. 

His main chore is errand boy. He’s running from here and there to get you and his brothers what they need to carry out their chores. He’s always busy buying groceries, delivering things to your room, dropping off supplies for the other maids to use. Not only is he the fastest so this is more efficient, but it does a pretty good job of wearing him out at the end of the day. 

He always has had the capacity to be cute, but somehow with this new occupation of his, he’s become increasingly adorable. And it’s during this time where you realize how much he cares and pays attention to you. He may be considered a terrible maid, but you appreciate his efforts and the gifts he bought for you, even if he had spent the money for food on it. And where Lucifer strives to keep you safe, Mammon strives to keep you entertained, even if it means going against his older brother’s carefully laid plans.

“Master! While I was out grocery shopping I saw your favorite snacks and snagged them for ya! If you eat them now, I’ll take the trash away so Lucifer never knows, eh?” 

“Here is your dinner, Master. I’m sorry it’s so late, Satan was making it all wrong! Tch, What kind of maid forgets that you prefer it prepared soft and without any Super Spicy Devil’s Sauce? I had him remake the whole thing for ya.” 

“Welcome home, Master! I’ve finished all my errands for today! So...can I...spend the rest of the day serving you personally?” 

“Hey! Master! Lucifer is busy helping Asmo with the laundry, how about we sneak away? You deserve to have a little bit of fun, eh?” 

“Master? Oi, Master?...I can’t sleep...can I get something for you? Anything?...No, I didn’t say nothin’, go back to bed.” 

Despite the fact that he’s been working non-stop for a change, he’s not that different from the normal Mammon except...maybe not as tsundere. And you’d be lying if you said you didn’t enjoy the beam of joy in his face when he got to welcome you home. He’d make sure if you had another tasteless healthy dinner that there would be a steaming cup of ramen on your nightstand. He’d always keep a little gift in the confines of his apron pockets to give to you anytime he saw you. He’d no longer try to hide his affection, only now he’d excuse it away under the maid excuse. You’d miss it. 

You’d especially miss the thrill of having him squirrel you away, the shared giggles between the two of you as Lucifer and his other brothers would run all throughout the house, all in a tizzy, looking for where you’d run off to. Mammon and you both were aware they’d find you in time, so you’d never take the moments for granted. 

With one of those moments, he helped you up to the roof through the window. Absolutely dangerous? Probably, but he never once let you go. As he grasped your hand, helping you get steady footing amongst the shingles, the voice of frantic maids calling your title could be heard below. You lifted your head to look in Mammon’s eyes before the two of you started laughing. 

“How long ya wanna bet?” The glint in his eyes shone brightly against the Devildom moon, the cheeky tug of his lips manifesting into a smirk. 

“This time around?” A breathy scoff escaped your lungs, interrupted by the booming voice of Lucifer calling out Mammon’s name. You didn’t have long. “Ten minutes, tops.” 

“Ten?” His eyebrows raised, and he gave a little tisk. “I say seven. If I win, I get to keep this little trinket in my pocket.” He pat his hand over the proclaimed pocket, your curiosity sparking. “If you win, I give it to you.” You both heard a door slam open, and so Mammon quickly grasped the sides of your shoulders to pull you both away from the edge. But it had been too late. Lucifer was on the roof before you two before you could even blink, dragging you both inside the house from the back of your collars. 

You had figured Mammon won, since technically it was closest to his guess, however, later that night you found a strange little gift beside your bed. He’d won yet still given you his prize...

Levi 

Secretly excited. A little embarrassed, but pleased about the fact that he basically gets to cosplay? Without anyone making fun of him? It’s a little dream of his, and he holds maids in high regard so he gets a short confidence boost. In fact, for the first time in a while, his brothers look to him for advice. He knows all about maids after all, so he knows how to act, what to do, and what to say. No longer is anyone teasing him for being knowledgeable about this topic. As a maid, his Moe points went up by 35, his Dandere points went up by 10, but your overall love for him goes up drastically. 

You know he has to wear the most kawaii maid uniform you’ve ever seen. It goes mid-thigh, the skirt poofy from multiple ruffled layers. There’s an orange bow across the chest, some lining the skirt, and one large one in the back. It’s very Lolita, little lacy details scattered everywhere, even his headband. The only thing keeping his legs from being bare are the thigh-high stockings pulled over his feet. He was very embarrassed at first. He stayed in his room for who knows how long until he was sure everyone else was dressed up too. They tried teasing him, but the stars in your eyes and the exclamation of how cute he looked forced everyone else’s mouth shut. Now his siblings are the envious ones.

Levi doesn’t really have one main chore, but his focus naturally centered around anything water related. Watering the several plants in the house, washing dishes, scrubbing tubs, mopping the floors etc. He takes on more than anyone expected him to, but he doesn’t mind having a longer list. Not only is it simply a maid’s duty which he’s proud to uphold, but he sees them as objectives. Plus he doesn’t mind keeping busy, he’d go crazy without something to do. 

Surprisingly enough, Levi is almost neck and neck with Lucifer as best Maid. He gets things done quickly and efficiently. Levi’s determination has helped the House of Lamentation stay squeaky clean, and his shy stuttery nature somehow enhances this role of his. If it’s his unhinged personality or simply an act, you’ll never know. He can hardly look you in the eye, keeping his head bowed, and whether it goes against Lucifer’s wishes or not, he’s all too ready to help get you whatever you desire, as a good maid should. 

“W-welcome home, Master. No, please don’t step there! The...the floor is still wet, please forgive me. H-here, let me help guide you to the stairs.” 

“Let--let me pull your chair out for you, Master. There we go...is that good? Did--did I do okay?” 

“I can’t believe Lucifer denied you what you wished for?! That’s not what a maid is supposed to do! They’re supposed to do everything! They should do what their master asks with a grin and a bow! I can be ten times the maid he is!...So...tell me what it is you want, Master, and I--I will do everything I can to fulfill it for you…”

“I-I know I’m not as good as the other maids, but please, Master, let me do something for you!” 

Nothing makes him happier than seeing the smile on your face when he does something right. Only, he makes you a little worried. He’s been pushing himself really hard for this. Suddenly changing his lifestyle all at once must be difficult for him. How has he not gone crazy without playing any of his games? 

So you indulge him when you have the chance, ordering him to play a game with you or recommend a new show. Then the excited Levi comes back into view, some of the stress melting away as he describes the shows he knows you will love the best. You do like Maid Levi, but you miss his little rants about broken plot, his cries over character death. The otaku that you’d come to know he had hidden himself away these last few days. You’d be happy for him when it was all over. 

Until then, you’d let him take care of you. Even if you didn’t need or want anything, you’d go send him off to do something, watching him swell with happiness. Whenever he’d return, you’d make him bow, taking the time to rub his head and assure him he was doing a swell job. 

“Why don’t you get some rest, Levi? You’ve done a lot for me today.” 

“I can’t!--I mean, I’m alright, Master. It’s my duty to always be attentive!” He attempted a little curtsey, but you could notice his legs slightly tremble. 

“Levi…” Once again, you brushed your hand over the top of his head, a finger curling around one of his strands. “You’ve done the most out of everyone here, and even Lucifer is exhausted. I order you to get some rest.” 

“But--” 

“You would deny a direct order from your Master?” You raised an eyebrow, but kept the soft smile against your lips. He stiffened, but then slowly shook his head. “Good. While you’re at it, I order you to eat a good meal, take a shower, and get at least 8 hours of sleep, understood?” 

All he could do was stammer, shifting the weight of his body from one foot to the other. How long had it been since he’d taken decent care of himself? Much too long, probably. You’d felt strange at first dishing out orders left and right, but you didn’t hesitate with these, holding your ground until Levi lowered his head and obeyed. 

At least you still had a few more days left with this power. Maybe you’d make him say something nice about himself tomorrow. 

Satan

His annoyance was outweighed by the intriguing curiosity. He’d read about maids in some of his history books, but never had the opportunity to see one much less become one. So, he decided to give it a shot as a learning experience. After all, it was only for a few days, and unlike some of his brothers, he could handle nearly anything for a few days. Besides, he saw this as another opportunity to annoy Lucifer at any turn as well as one-up him by being the better servant. 

He wears a cat maid outfit, he really didn’t see another option. The fake cat ears atop his head match his hair color perfectly, as well as the fake tail tied around his waist, sticking out of the skirt. There’s a small kitty shaped hole in the middle of his chest and a green paw print pattern in the corner of his apron. A shiny golden bell attached to a green ribbon adorns his neck. He wasn’t embarrassed putting it on, but once he saw the look on your face when you first caught the sight of him, for once he nearly hid away. He could hardly breathe once you started playing with the bell strapped to his throat. 

His main chore is cooking. He knows his way around the kitchen well enough and always knows the proper cookbook if he needs to look up something new. Plus, he always tries to go the extra mile, adding little designs to the food he makes for you. Of course, they’re all cat themed. Not only does he find this a great creative outlet, but he relishes the look of excitement on your face when he lifts the lid to the tray. He loves it even more when you upset Lucifer by setting aside your work for him. 

His rather bold and assertive nature slowly melted away with time as a maid. Shy Satan is a rare character indeed, and it has you wondering if this is some sort of act he’s putting on for your amusement. He has been secretly taking lessons from Levi after all. Wherever this new side of him came from, you did your best to enjoy it while you could. 

“Here is your lunch, Master...I...do you really want me to say it?...Ahem, I--I’m sure you’ll find it cooked to purr-fection…”

“You called for me, Master? Really? You--I--fine...Nya~...can...I go back to work now?” 

“I’m not one to question you, Master, but...Is petting my head while I read to you truly necessary?...Alright then...Just don’t tell anyone else about it, please.”

“Master, do you know anything about the strange red light that’s been distracting me from my duties? You know nothing, huh? Hmm…”

“Meow-ster, Paw-lease, I beg of you, no more cat puns.” 

Out of everyone so far, you’ll be the most upset when Satan goes back to his normal lifestyle. He would always be off, doing whatever he wanted, requesting your presence at the strangest and almost most inconvenient of times. As a maid, you always knew where he was, and now he would receive affection on your terms, not his. Although, you can tell it’s driving him a little stir crazy, his head snapping to around with the slightest of noises. 

So, you thought leaving him to his own devices for a day and not teasing him would be good for him. So, that day, when he brought you breakfast, you thanked him and nodded, beaming at the whiskers on your pancakes, but then sent him away. He curiously tilted his head, but left you in peace. Lunch came, and you did the same, but this time he frowned. You even went as far as to tell him not to worry about dinner, thinking he needed more of a break, but that’s when he spoke his feelings. 

“Have I upset you in some way today, Master?” He turned his head slightly away from you, but kept your gaze. 

“Of course not, I just thought you deserved a break from my joking today. I’m sure it’s not fun, being stuck inside most of the day, having me as your master.” You gave him a grin of assurance, but he only seemed more upset. 

“Do you think I would put as much effort into my service as I do if I didn’t think you were a worthy Master?” He took a small step towards you. “I’m here because I want to be here, so don’t push me away.” He brushed his forehead against your shoulder, blushing but smiling brightly as you rubbed the top of his head. 

He could stay like this for a while longer, you didn’t mind. 

Asmo

Possibly the most excited of the bunch. Typically, he’s never a fan to take care of someone other than himself, but he did count you as an exception. He would look absolutely adorable for the next few days? And so would his brothers?! It had taken centuries of pointless begging to try to get them to dress up, but they never did, but somehow you always managed what he could not. He was a little clueless at first on how to take care of someone else, but then he figured he would treat you like he did himself, which resulted in the most caring and loving Asmo you’d seen so far. 

Did he already have an outfit in mind? Most definitely. Honestly, he attempted to wear nothing but an apron, but that plan was quickly quashed by his siblings. However, he still found a way to rock the maid outfit in his own way. It was a French style uniform, the top squeezing him like a corset. The skirt was so short, it just reached the top of his thighs. Instead of socks, he opted for fishnet tights and a pair of high heel shoes. How he would get anything done in that, you would never know, but he managed despite all odds. 

His main chore consisted of mostly laundry. Washing all the sheets, clothes, and curtains in the house, which would take up a surprising amount of his time. He’d make your bed and fold your clothes, preparing an amazing outfit for you to wear the next day. Other than that, he always made sure you and everything else around him looked amazing. 

Not much changed at first, he seemed like normal Asmo, complimenting his looks, standing in strange poses as he went about his daily chores. Then, slowly, he talked about you more, paying more and more attention to you till the unthinkable happened, he neglected himself to make sure you were taken care of. 

“Oh, Master! Look at what I’m doing! Wouldn’t you say I’m absolutely ravishing as a maid?” 

“Master! I picked out an adorable outfit for you to wear tomorrow, it’ll almost be like we’re matching!”

“Master, please, I know Lucifer said this needs to be done, but look at your eyes. Come with me, we must treat you at once.”

“I’m not sure, Master, I think in this case, Lucifer is right. A healthy Master is a beautiful Master! Although, I think you’re breathtaking already. I couldn’t serve just anyone you know!”

“Shut up, Mammon, I don’t care what my hair looks like right now! Where did the Master run off to?! It’s been hours since they drank any water! Their lack of self care is going to be the death of me…”

Asmo ends up being another one for team health. He does your skin care in the morning and at night before you go to bed. Somehow, he always knows when you run out of water, right by your side to refill your cup/bottle before going back to his chores. Asmo makes a great maid, and you’d be lying if you said you wouldn’t be sad to see him go back to normal. 

Somehow, he had the magical potential to make coming out of your comfort zone as comfortable as could be. Would he still do the same when this was over? Well, you guessed you had to enjoy it in the moment while it lasted, while he could put you on a pedestal without shoving other people beneath it. 

“Which one for tomorrow, Master?” He held up two articles of clothing, both of which were way different than you would normally think to wear. 

You frowned, rubbing the fabric of one of the options between your fingers. “For me? I don’t think either of those...work with me. Is there something else?” 

“Not work with you? Oh but, Master, anything can work for you. For example, This one,” He took the top and held it against your chest as he gestured to the mirror, “makes your eyes look amazing. And this one makes anyone look amazing, trust me.” 

You took a deep breath in, after all, you’d only really be wearing it at home. “Okay, um...this one. Let’s be bold.” He squealed, setting the right outfit aside for the next day, mumbling something to himself about the most beautiful master in the Devildom...whatever that meant. 

He always found a way to make you shine, and being a maid didn’t change that. 

Beel

He was rather indifferent to the predicament. Everyone was fine? No injuries or foreboding death? He could still eat? No problem there then. It would disrupt his workout schedule more than he preferred, but he found creative ways to use his chores like an at-home gym session. Plus, any excuse to get to hang around you more or do something for you is something he can get behind. Unlike his other brothers, he’s not seeing this as a competition. He’s going to do what he can to the best and fullest of his abilities, just like he always does. For this reason, he’s always been a sort of foundation to depend on, and you’re glad his new position won’t change anything with him. 

His uniform...was an issue at first. Either his sleeves and shoulders would rip or the buttons would pop off the chest, so it took a while until something could be form fitting but remain intact. It had gotten to the point where they opted out of sleeves altogether, they were just such a hassle. But other than that, Beel is surprisingly comfortable in a skirt. There’s no issues with the fabric needing to stretch and bend around his thighs. He could do squats for days without any tears! He does find it hard not to eat the red bows and ribbons on his outfit...they just look like pasta in the right lighting. 

Like Levi, he has a lot of scattered cleaning to keep him busy. He mows the lawn, wipes down every window, and handles the vacuuming. It's a sight to behold watching him work. At one point, he got so focused, he picked up an entire couch with just one arm as he cleaned underneath. Do you slyly hide things under couches now to have him get it? That’s a secret only you know the answer to. 

He’s very good with his tasks, but he struggles with, as Levi calls it, “Moe”. He does his best, and while he might not get the highest points in this category, just him trying is absolutely enough. He desperately wants to succeed, even if being cute is entirely new to him. 

“Here, Master, I found this flower while I was working in the garden...do you want it?” 

“Master, I...Satan has banned me from the kitchen...do you have any snacks left? I promise I’ll make up for it.”

“Master, please! Do not come in here while I am cleaning! What if something hurts you? Here, let me escort you to safety.” 

“No….I won’t accept your dinner...you--you have to eat, Master. I know it’s not your favorite, but it’s good for you.”

“Hey! Where are you trying to go while no one’s looking? It’s not safe going alone, so I will come with you. Wherever you go, Master, I will be there with you…” 

He and Lucifer make a great overprotective gang. Beel hardly ever goes against his older brother’s wishes, and in this case, he agrees that your health and safety come above all else. And only now is he worried about every little corner of the house. Boxes? Dangerous. Hot food? Dangerous. How could he live with himself if you burnt your mouth? But not to worry, he is there to make sure you are completely safe. 

On one hand, you thoroughly appreciate his consideration, but on the other, you almost miss independence. Although, everything Beel does is with a little smile and those puppy-dog eyes you never have the strength to shoo away. 

And actually, his concern did come in handy on a few occasions. There was the time where the cleaning chemicals ended up being dangerous for humans, the time a stack of boxes nearly fell on top of you, but the one you remember most, the time the lawn mower snagged on a pebble and shot it out. With incredible speed, he had tackled you to the ground. You were about to question him until the sound of breaking glass could be heard behind you. 

“That was far too close,” Beel sighed, still covering you with his body. 

His weight of pure muscle started to weigh heavy on your lungs. “B-Beel…” He quickly got up, helping you to your feet. He straightened the new wrinkles in your clothes, frowning as he cupped your face, squishing your cheeks as he checked you over for wounds. “Beel..I’m okay.” 

He let you go as you grabbed his wrists, his brows furrowed deep in worry. “See, Master, I told you it’s dangerous. We should go right to your room.” 

“You also said the same thing about my soup, Beel…but...thank you...you always know right when to get me out of trouble.” 

With that, he widely beamed. “Of course, Master. That’s my main goal. I will do anything to make sure you are safe...”

Of course, none of that changes whether Beel is a maid or not. Protection is what he does best, that and eating. Although, as a maid, you never have to worry about him stealing your food...so you at least for a bit longer, your snacks are safe. 

Belphie 

He wasn’t the biggest of fans about the notion of being a maid. It just...sounded like so much work. Endless amounts of chores and menial labor? No thank you. Other than picking up after himself and the occasional chore rotation, cleaning for him was saved for mostly punishments passed out by Lucifer. So, being a maid sounded like torture. However, three things finally convinced him to come around to the idea. One, he always enjoyed ruffling Lucifer’s feathers whenever he could, and this had a lot of potential. Two, Beel was going along with it, and usually he followed his twin wherever he went. And three, you told him it was fine that he didn’t want to do it, which suddenly persuaded him to go along. He never said that he didn’t want to, but now that you mentioned it, he was going to do the opposite. 

His uniform is extra poofy and soft. The sleeves are round, the skirt almost sticks out more than Levi’s, and his legs are covered in fleece-lined leggings. His apron and headband are covered in a cow print pattern, and a purple choker necklace decorates his neck. You attempted to coax his tail free to tie a small cowbell around the end of it, but he didn’t entertain the idea. Too noisy.

He’s mostly assigned to dust and straighten cushions and pillows. However, the idea was a bit flawed seeing as how he’d usually end up falling asleep on aforementioned pillows, only to have to have them be messed up right after he fixed them. Although, to be perfectly honest, he’d end up falling asleep no matter what chore he’d been assigned. Just seeing him work though is a feat in itself.

Belphie as a maid hardly changes a thing personality wise, he still tries to pry you away from your responsibilities, tempting you to join him in his slothful ways. So, alongside Mammon and Levi, he focuses on making you happy first and foremost, only, he hopes your wishes coincide along his own. 

“Hey, Master, you look tired, how about you come take a nap? I did just fluff up your pillows for you, don’t they look cozy?” 

“What does it matter what Lucifer suggested? You’re the Master, do whatever you want. He won’t be able to stop you.” 

“I...zzz...no don’t eat that...Beel...Huh!? No I wasn’t sleeping, Master, I was just testing this cushion’s comfort levels. It passes.” 

“Okay, I usually say it as a joke, but you’ve been up way too late, Master. Here, it’s a nice cup of hot chocolate I made for you, it should make you sleepy. Once you’re done, we’re going straight to sleep. Yes, I said we.” 

He might not have changed all too much, but he does seem a bit happier, not as nonchalant about everything, plus he does get an absolute kick out of seeing Lucifer work alongside his siblings like everyone else. Although, the nighttime is when he thrives. While everyone else is asleep, he makes nightly rounds, ensuring everyone gets good rest, even Lucifer as much as Belphie acts like he can’t stand him. 

During the night, if you can’t sleep or end up waking during odd hours, he enjoys being the only maid around. He can have you to himself, and it’s hard to deny a Master who looks as cute as you do when you’re sleepy. 

“Another restless night?” He snuck into your room without a sound. He always seemed to know when you were awake. 

“Yeah...just my brain won’t shut up I guess.” You groaned, your body trying to remind you that you were exhausted, your muscles aching as you moved. 

“That won’t do at all. As much as I would enjoy you being up with me, my Master needs good rest.” He shook his head, and held out a single finger as he told you to wait before speeding away. When he returned, he threw a few more pillows onto your bed and unfurled a different blanket. Albeit a little forcefully, he shoved you back down onto the bed, pulling the new blanket over your shoulders. It surrounded you with fuzzy warmth, your eyes already heavy. The pillows smelled like sugar and lavender. “A little bit of help from Asmo and a nice dryer.” He settled down on his knees near your bedside, telling you stories about the stars until you fell into a restful sleep. 

He might not be the best at his tasks, but he always served you in his own little ways.

[tudorstella]

Girls/Girls/Boys Part 2

wc: 2.8k

warnings: phone sex, use of toys, mommy/daddy kink

read part one here

It’s been three weeks since I’ve seen Sofia and Naveen and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been fucking my fist to the thought of that night almost every night since. I even bought a pair of fucking fishnet tights to wear on the nights I feel a little more needy. Those are usually the nights I call them.

The morning after our first night together I texted Sofia as soon as I could get my hands on my phone, letting her know that I wanted to see them again and as soon as possible. The three of us went through our calendars together and I found 3 days where I had no meetings concerning the next album where I could go out to see them at their place in New York. The first of those days being tomorrow.

I find it a blessing in disguise that they live in New York because I could see them a lot and just convince my team that it’s for business.

The first time we had phone sex was the day after we discussed our plans to meet again. They Facetimed me that night so we could go over things we’d like to try and as they started talking about the things they wanted to do with me, it made me desperate and needy for some form of relief.

Three weeks ago

“Okay so we have a couple toys that we’d like to use if you’re down for it and you can bring anything you’d like as well” Sof tells me through the phone as I situate myself on the bed in nothing but a pair of grey sweats

“Yeah, I think I’m down for anything but show me what you’ve got” I say, not missing the smirk that tugs up on her lips as she motions for Vee to go get everything. As she walks back into the frame, I can’t help but get excited for whatever they’re about to show me.

When she flips the camera and shows me what they have laid out on their bed, my stomach immediately stirs and my dick twitches from its spot confined under my sweats. On the bed I spot a cock ring, two different strap-ons, a vibrator, handcuffs, three buttplugs, what looks like a blindfold, and a ball gag. Jesus.

I palm myself over my sweats trying to ease some of the pressure and can’t stop the soft “Fuck” that falls from my lips, making Sof turn the camera back around onto them.

“Like what you s-” Naveen starts but Sofia interrupts her when she sees the flush on my cheeks and the way my eyebrows are furrowed.

“Are you touching yourself Styles?”

These women might be the actual death of me I think as I continue to palm myself, not focusing too much on them but rather the pleasure I’m letting myself feel.

“I asked you a question Harry” Sof says, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Yeah, fuck, I am. All those toys got me worked up” I tell them with no shame, putting more pressure on my dick causing me to let out the softest moan that was honestly nearing a whimper.

“Pathetic. We don’t even have to touch you, or even say anything to you and you’re already so worked up for us. You aren’t embarrassed? Touching yourself in front of us like that?”

I really don’t know why but Sofias words went straight to my cock and I throw my head back and close my eyes, letting out a small whimper. Since when did people making degrading comments about me turn me on? Maybe it’s just because it’s Sofia.

“C’mon Sof, let's help him out. Give Daddy a show?” I hear Naveen say which makes me immediately shoot my eyes open to look back down at my phone. I don’t know what it is about the two of them but this dynamic where Naveen calls me daddy and I call Sofia mommy is extremely enticing and that alone makes my cock throb.

“Please. Mommy? Are you going to help me?” I pathetically beg Sofia hoping with every single bone in my body that she’ll give in.

“Yeah baby, put your phone up on your nightstand for us and take your sweats off. Let us see you.” Sof says and I move as quickly as I can, placing my phone against my nightstand, making sure my whole body is in view while I throw my sweatpants off, my cock immediately springing up to rest against my stomach.

“Filthy boy, no boxers? You really are our desperate little whore aren’t you?” I hear Sof say and I go to reach for my cock to spread the precome already leaking from my tip but stop when I hear Sof again from beside me.

“Hey, no touching yet. I want you to watch” she says and I immediately turn to my phone and see her set her phone up on their nightstand as she begins to undress Naveen. I debate whether or not I should just touch myself while they are occupied with each other but I feel the need to obey them so I keep my hands at my sides no matter how desperately I want to touch myself.

When Naveen’s fully nude Sofia picks the phone back up to look at me still laying on the bed just observing them. “You were a good boy for us right? You didn’t touch yourself?” she asks me as I watch her move back over so she’s hovering over Naveen.

At this point my dick is throbbing and there’s a puddle of precome right below my bellybutton and I’m desperate for a release so I’m doing anything and everything I can to stay on her good side. “Yes. Please. My hands stayed right here, promise.”

“Good boy” she tells me and I watch as Naveen lifts her head so she can kiss up and down Sofias neck, lingering in some spots so she can leave a mark, sucking and biting on the skin. I don’t even notice the whimper that leaves my mouth until the both of them look over at me.

“Mommy please, please let me touch myself. Need to.” I beg once more, willing to do anything at this point for relief.

“What do you think babe, should we let him?” Sof asks while looking down at Naveen who’s looking at me through the phone.

“Yeah, let daddy fuck his fist while you use yours on me” Naveen says and the moan Sofia lets out at her words has my dick twitching once more before Sofia finally gives in, giving me that permission I finally need.

“Go on then baby, you heard her. Fuck your fist for us. Keep your eyes on us though, watch me as I fuck her” at her completely filthy words, I make contact with my dick for the first time tonight, spreading the precome that collected there in the time I wasn’t allowed to touch it.

I moan at the grip I have on myself and don’t let my eyes stray from my phone as I move my hand up and down. I watch as Sof moves down Vee’s body, handing the phone to Vee as she flips the camera to give me the perfect view of Sof between her legs.

I focus my attention onto the tip of my cock and watch as I glide my thumb over my slit, my breath hitching at the feeling with a moan falling out of my mouth shortly afterwards. I jump slightly when I hear Naveen's moans coming from my phone and when I look up, Sofia’s mouth is attached to her pussy while three of her fingers are inside of her. Fuck.

“Fuck Sof. How does she taste? As good as I remember?” I ask as I continue with my slow strokes, watching as Sof looks up at the camera through her eyelashes, the sight alone making me wonder what she would look like looking up at me with my dick down her throat.

“What did you call me baby? You wanna try that again?” she asks and the tone of her voice lets me know that she’s not messing around. Before I can respond I watch as Naveen's hand comes down from behind the camera to find its place in Sof’s hair tugging her closer to her center.

“Mommy, fuck, I’m sorry mommy. Can you tell me how she tastes?” I say, using the name that just rolls off of my tongue at this point. I remember the first time I used it it just slipped out and I felt immediately embarrassed but when I turned around to see the smirk plastered on Sof’s face, I knew it was something that I would never get tired of using.

Sofia separates from Naveen’s pussy and looks straight into the camera when she talks. “She taste’s so fucking good H, so sweet for me. Wish you were here so you could taste her for yourself” I moan at her words and watch as her fingers continue moving inside of Vee.

“Fuck. Add another one, please” I ask her and at my request, I hear Naveen moan before I see Sofia slip her pinky inside of Vee alongside her other three fingers. At this point, my hand isn’t moving as much as my hips are as I consistently thrust up into it, almost like when Sofia was riding me and her legs were starting to give out.

I get lost in the pleasure my fist is bringing me but I’m immediately snapped out of it when Sofia asks me a question that makes my eyes bulge.

“What do you think H, think she can take the whole thing?” My hips buck up extra hard at her question and I’m immediately nodding my head, forgetting that only Naveen can see me.

“He said yes, fuck Sof, daddy said yes, he nodded his head yes. Please, more. I’m so close I can take it please please please” I hear Vee plead and I wish I could see Naveen's face as she falls apart beneath her girlfriend.

“I don’t know if I can take your word for it baby. Harry, can you be a good boy and use your words? Let me hear you” Sof says as she stills her hand inside Vee, making her let out a guttural whine, earning a smack to her thigh from Sofias free hand.

“Yeah mommy, I think my baby can take it. Fuck, give it to her” I say through a moan and stop my movements on my dick completely as I watch Sofia carefully add her thumb with her other four fingers inside of Naveen’s walls. I hear Naveen let out the most euphoric moan as Sofia keeps going until her entire wrist has disappeared.

“H, do you see this? See how filthy your baby is? Normally we’d need at least a little lube for this but your baby is so wet for me we didn’t need any. What are you gonna do with her? You are her daddy, aren’t you?” Sof says, bringing me closer and closer to my release with every letter that slips off of her tongue adding to the constant moans falling from Naveen's lips behind the camera.

“Jesus, fuck.” I moan as I start pumping my dick even faster than before, feeling my release start to bubble in my stomach. “Are you going to let me come? I’m close mommy, I can come, right?” I plead, hoping with every bone in my body that she says yes. I don’t know if I’ll be able to hold it off if she says no and I don’t want to disobey her.

“Yeah baby, I’m gonna let you come but I wanna watch so you need to wait for Vee first. Can you do that?” I hear her say, speaking louder so I can hear her over Vee’s moans.

When I look back at my phone I see Sofia’s fist moving in and out of Naveen’s pussy and it makes my stomach clench and in fear of coming before her, I give Sof another order that I hope she listens to. “Fuck, play with her clit please. Please mommy!” I basically yell, unable to contain the pleasure coursing through my body. The camera is beginning to get extremely shaky so I know Vee is close and when Sof’s free hand comes up to rub circles on her clit, that’s all it takes for Vee to finally let go.

“Fuck! Fuck fuck fuck oh my god Sof I’m coming oh my god.” Vee endlessly moans from behind the camera and I watch as she basically pushes Sof’s fist out of her followed by a gush of liquid landing all over Sofia’s face. I’m so fucking close to coming I have to completely remove my hand from my dick so Sofia can watch.

“Oh my fucking god” Naveen says before Sofia grabs the phone so she can move the camera where I can see all of Vee’s body shaking as she floats through the rest of her high. Fucking unreal.

“Okay baby, are you going to come for me?” I hear Sofia ask as she flips the camera back around so I can see her face. I want to, so badly I want to but I can’t help but think that she hasn’t had any pleasure for herself tonight. I want all of us to enjoy this.

“I want to but don’t you want to come too mommy?” I ask and watch as a smile grows on her lips.

“You’re so generous baby but trust me, I already did” she says, my eyebrows furrowing as she chuckles and shuffles around until suddenly she’s moving the camera down and I watch as she unbuttons her shorts, moving them down her legs until she’s in nothing but a crop top and her panties that have a slight bulge in them.

She moves her panties to the side and the visual makes my cock throb and a moan to fall from my lips. She had a dildo inside her this entire time, how fucking filthy. I don’t know when she put it in but it was clearly before she even called me. Was she expecting this to happen? I can’t get myself to say anything because she’s left me fucking speechless.

But she isn’t done. No. There’s a dial on the end of the dildo and she reaches her hand down to turn it, a buzzing noise ringing through the air and I can physically see her pussy clench around it before she’s turning it back off.

“Now come on Harry, come for me, I gotta take care of my girl. That was a lot for her” she says as she looks down at Vee who I’m assuming is laying by her side. Before she’s even finishing her sentence though, I’m grabbing my cock and moving my hand down as I thrust my hips up, indulging in the pleasure I’ve been feeling for nearly an hour now. I don’t know how the fuck I’ve lasted so long.

“Fucking hell, feels so good. Wish it was you” I say as I close my eyes aimlessly tugging on my cock.

“I know baby, soon though. We’re gonna have you in every single way you want us to. Now come on, let go. Now” at her demand I immediately start shooting ropes of cum on my stomach and my hand, watching it fall all over my rings, making a mess of them.

My hips continue to thrust up into my hand as I ride out my high, aimlessly saying praises to the two women on the other side of the phone. “Fuck. Feels so good. Can’t fucking wait to be back with you two again. So good to me. So fucking good” I moan as my head falls back and my eyes shut tight.

“Look at you, making a mess of yourself” Sof says, bringing me out of my blissful thoughts. “Clean your rings up for me baby, those are too expensive to be all messy like that” my eyes widen at her words but before I can even think, my fingers are coming up to my mouth as I lick my cum off of my rings. The cold feeling of the metal and the taste of myself on my tongue almost makes my now soft dick hard again. Almost.

After cleaning all of my rings with my tongue, I look back to Sofia with lazy eyes. “Good boy. Now go clean up properly, can’t go to bed all dirty can you?”

“No ma’am” I basically slur out, hearing her chuckle.

“Goodnight Harry, don’t forget to take care of yourself. It’s important” she tells me and I can’t help but laugh thinking about how much she sounds like an actual mom right now. Very ironic considering I spent the night calling her mommy.

“What are you laughing at?” she asks through a light chuckle. I turn over to grab my phone off of the nightstand so I can talk to her.

“Nothing. Goodnight mommy.” I say winking and watching as she laughs while shaking her head before hanging up.

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Sunday Smut Concept #27

A/N: Best Friends Dad!Harry is backkkk🤪...and he’s coming back hottt🥵🤤!! Enjoy🙃

Okay so you can not tell me and I refuse to listen to anyone who try's to tell me that this is not best friends dad!Harry and Y/N. 

Like you and your best friend we’re having a little weekend together and since it was your last night there before heading back to your place tomorrow afternoon, the two of you decided to throw your bathing suits on and chill in the hot tub for a little while before getting ready for bed. After an hour or two of sitting in the warm jet filled hot tub and sipping on the beers you two “borrowed” from Harry’s case in the fridge, the time had come for your friend to call it a night. 

“As much as I wanna stay out here with you and continue enjoying this amazing and strangely powerful jet, I’m gonna call it a night.” Your friend announces, standing up from the water and gathering up the now empty beer bottles.

“I think I’m gonna stay out here a little longer. This jet feels really good.” You reply with a little laugh. 

“Well I’ll see you tomorrow morning. I’m gonna pass out once I get inside.” She says to you, making her way out of the hot tub.

“Night girlie, I’ll try to be quiet.” You hum in response, sinking back into the corner (and jet) you were sitting in. After sitting there by yourself for a good 15 minuets, you began to want a little company. Luckily for you, the person you wanted to keep you company had the same idea. 

When Harry heard his daughter come upstairs, he figured that you were close behind. But after checking in on her, he pieced together that you were still awake and outside. This was literally the perfect time for the two of you to spend some time together. Since your friend was passed out in bed, the two of you could be together and not have to worry much about getting caught. With this being said, as soon as he came to this conclusion, Harry quickly made his way back down the hall to his room to text you.

When you heard your phone ping, you didn’t even have to look at it to figure out who was messaging you. You knew for a fact that it was Harry and you knew exactly what he wanted. To tease him a little, you hold off on replying for a couple minuets after receiving his message. You wanted to get under his skin a little. Once you finally decide to check his message, you’re welcomed with a very blunt and to the point message. 

Daddy💦🦋🤤🥵✨: You should come in here and let me pound you into the mattress. 

You: maybe you should come out here and pound me in the hot tub. this jet feels really good.

If he wanted you, he was going to have to come and get it. 

And he did just that. As soon as he read your reply, he started undressing himself and making his way out to you. Harry didn’t waste any time. He had one mission, and it was to have some amazing sex with his girlfriend. Even if it was in the hot tub in his backyard; he’d do anything to be inside you. Plus he wanted to nip you using the jets to pleasure yourself in the bud. If he was around, he wanted to be the only source of your pleasure. When you heard the back door open, your head perked up and you saw a shirtless and what was about to be pant-less Harry charging out of the house. After throwing his joggers on the couch, Harry was charging towards you full speed ahead. Once he made it to the edge of the tub, he was down to just his tight boxers. It took Harry all of five seconds to shove his boxers down and expose his hard cock. 

“Can i suck your dick before you fuck me?” You inquire bluntly. The way his big and very hard cock sprung up when he shoved his underwear down really did something to you. Seeing his cock was making you tingle a bit.

“No.” Harry replies simply, wrapping a hand around his thick shaft in the process. Your breasts looked so good in that barely there bikini top. All he wanted to do was pounce on you and just rip it off of your body to free your perky breasts that he were just begging to be in his hands. 

“How about you fuck me on the couch over there.” You begin, lifting yourself out of the hot tub and heading in the direction of the out door couch that was situated not to far behind Harry. With you now being out of the water, Harry got to see your wet body in all of it’s glory. The bikini bottoms(if he could even bring himself to call them that) were barely holding on. It was covering you (and he used covering very lightly) by a thread. The thin ties were knotted at your fleshy and delectable hips and that was about it. The area between your hips and pussy was 95% bare. The only fabric down there was a thin and narrow patch of fabric that was designated to cover your cunt. And it wasn’t doing that great of a job. The lights that were strung throughout the backyard gave Harry just enough light to see the outline of your plush pussy. He got to see the outline of your pussy lips and your mound that he loved to squeeze while he pounded into you. If you were to do anymore than walk, your pussy was bound to fall out of those bottoms. “Know how much you like to pin me down and mount me from behind.” You continue. Your words manage to break Harry out of his bikini induced  trance and bring him back to reality where you were standing right in front of him. Before going any further, you send him a quick wink and you try to make your way over to the couch. But Harry is quick to stop you in your tracks. In an instant, Harry has one of his ringed hands wrapped tightly around your arm pulling you back in front of him.

“What you’re going to do is get back in there and do as I say.” Harry grumbles with authority, making his dominance over you known. “How about that?” Harry asks sarcastically, using your words against you.

“Yes daddy.” You whisper back to him. Even though you were all wet from being in the water, you could still feel some of your sticky arousal forming. 

Instead of verbally replying to you all Harry does is release your arm, lightly shoving it back in the direction you came. You then turn back around to get back into the hot tub. As you walk back, Harry follows behind you and he takes a nice long stare at your ass. He couldn’t take his eyes off of the supple flesh of your thighs and backside as you walked in front of him. In that moment, Harry made a mental note to stock you up on these bikinis, he absolutely loved them on you. He continues to follow you down and into the warm water until you’re backed right into the corner you were sitting in at first. His hands move down to your hips under the water, giving your flesh a good squeeze before plucking the ties of your bottoms undone.

“Now m’gonna fuck you, and you’re going to love it. You’re gonna take my cock, and you’re gonna keep quiet.” Harry says matter of factly, quickly snatching the now loose bottoms off of your body and spreading your legs to stand between them before moving up to your top. “Understand?” He asks, resulting in a small nod from you. “Good.”

Then without warning, Harry brings his head in and attaches his mouth to your neck. His tongue laps up and down your neck as he sucks on your skin. As he continues to tenderly move his mouth against your neck, Harry brings his arms underneath your body, pulling you up towards his body. Your head was now resting against the edge of the tub and your lower was closer to Harry’s, so close that you could feel his cock moving against you as he rutted against your body while he kissed your neck. You were completely dying over the way he just took control over your body. He knew exactly how to get you worked up. From the way he licked and sucked at your neck to the way he pulled your body down and in to his so that you could feel his cock as he rutted forward against you, Harry really knew how to pleasure you to the max. After kissing at your neck and teasing you with his cock a little longer, Harry was ready to be inside of you. Keeping one arm under yours to keep you up and his hand on the edge behind you, Harry removes the other and brings it down to his cock. He gives himself a few tugs before lining his hardened cock up with your entrance and pushing into you.

“Fuck daddy!” You gasp, feeling his big cock entering you. It felt so good to be full of him again. You’d missed the feeling of his big cock stretching your walls out and pleasuring you. 

“That’s right baby, take it. Take daddy’s cock.” Harry grumbles through a moan. Harry didn’t know if it had anything to do with the warm water or if it was just you, but your walls felt incredibly warm around him and he loved it. Your walls never failed to be spongy and warm for his cock. Once his cock is fully sheathed between your walls, Harry gives no time for adjustment and goes straight into thrusting. He starts off a little slow and builds up to full speed. As he does this, your moans get a little louder.  You were trying to keep your moans at bay but the way his cock was moving inside of you felt so good. You could even feel the thick veins that traveled up his shaft gliding against your walls. To make it even better, you could feel the powerful stream of water moving below you, intensifying the already immense pleasure you were receiving from Harry.

As he continued to fuck into you, Harry also tried to keep his moans at bay. You just felt so good around him and your pitiful little moans were making it even better. You were trying so hard to keep yourself together and quiet as he fucked into you. One moment he’d give it to you really hard, shoving his cock deep into you and slamming it into your sweet spot over and over again and the next he’d slow his hips down and send deep and languid thrusts into you. You could hardly keep up with the rollercoaster that was the speed of your hips. All you could do was relax your body into Harry and take in his pleasure.

“Oh my god!” You slur out through a whimper. Harry was sucking right on the sweet spot of your neck and he was slamming into your sweet spot over and over again. It felt so good that it was pushing you really close to the edge. 

“Such a good girl for daddy.” Harry groans blow your ear, continuing to suck on your skin. “Lettin’ him fuck your pretty little pussy while your best friend is asleep.” Harry continues, feeling his own release rapidly bubbling up inside of him. “Dirty little thing.”  He finishes.

He only got a few more thrusts in before you were tightly clenching your walls up around him. After countless thrusts to your sweet spot and the continuous attack on your neck, you were done for. Your release has grown into this huge wave that was about to crash down onto you. This was the same for Harry, He could feel his release creeping up on him and you clenching onto his cock only made it creep up quicker. 

“Cum with me sweet girl.” Harry pants, fully removing his face from your neck and smearing his lips onto your parted ones before delivering one final thrust into you that sends you both toppling over the edge. The both of you moan into each others mouths as you let go around each other. It felt so good to be around each other like this again. After riding the waves of your releases, you and Harry relax into each other and enjoy the closeness that neither of you you have been able to enjoy in a while.

Now even though the both of you were recovering from your releases, Harry wasn’t done with you. He planned on taking you up on your offer to pin you down and mount you from behind, along with everything else under the sun. You were going to be in for a long night.

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Sexting With Chris

A/n: Oh this is gonna be fun! I’m already excited to have you guys read this. Have fun with the shower sex guys!

Warnings: Sexting! Lots of sexting! Fluff

Description: Chris just can’t keep his hands off of you even when he knows that you are gonna be late for work

Word count: 1298

Waking up to an empty bed was a regular occurrence what with Chris having early mornings filming his new Tv series Defending Jacob, yet it still didn’t get any easier. Especially today of all days since your mind had decided to send you into one of the steamiest wet dreams that you’d ever had in your short life.

It had felt so real and the moment you had woken up your heart had been racing and you could already feel the wetness in your panties getting worse by the moment. You were horny and that much was instantly certain from the moment you’d woken up. But to make matters worse, Chris wasn’t there to relieve you.

As it on que, your phone pinged signalling that you had a message on your phone. Groaning in discomfort from your aching pussy, you pushed yourself up out of bed. Fighting the need to just push your hand into your panties and fuck yourself as you did. Picking up your phone you practically squealed in delight. It was Chris.

Chris: Hey baby girl, sorry I had to leave so early. It was a 6am start. I would have woken you to say goodbye but I didn’t wanna disturb you. Hope you had a good dream 😏 love you xx

A shiver ran down your spine as you read the message over and over again. Making sure that you had read it entirely correct before finally beginning to message back.

You: Depends what you mean by nice dream. What did you hear? Love you too baby xx

You sent back already eager for his reply.

Chris: You were moaning my name so loud that I almost wanted to be late just to fuck you. Are you still wet baby girl?

Oh fuck he knew. Well there was no point in lying to him was there? After all if you had continued to lie then it would get you nowhere. Plus you desperately needed to cum.

You: How about I show you?

You typed back, fingers on your left hand beginning to skilfully dip underneath your panties to feel at your wetness. As predicted you were soaked, you really much have had a god damn amazing dream.

This time it only took Chris 5 seconds to answer, clearly eager.

Chris: Do I even need to answer that baby? Of course I wanna see that pussy of yours. I’m hard just thinking of how wet you are Xx

Oh now it was time for the dirty shit. With Chris just aching for you to send him nudes you just really didn’t have a choice. So why waste time? There was no point.

Reluctantly you pulled your fingers from your pussy, pushing your sleep shorts and panties down your legs before jumping up and going to the body length long mirror and sitting down. You weren’t just going to send him a photo. No way. You were gonna do one better.

Speedily you picked up your phone again, switching the camera to video before standing it up next to the bed and pressing record and speedily getting to work touching your aching pussy.

To start with you began to tease yourself, using your left hand to pull your shirt up and over your head so that you were completely naked, before beginning to tease and tug as your left nipple. All the while whilst your right hand ran up and down your thigh. But, it really didn’t take long before you were completely dripping and you just couldn’t wait any longer.

Putting the teasing to one side you let your thumb start rubbing greedy fast circles against your clit whilst two fingers slipped into your wet cunt instant you beginning to fuck yourself. Clearly you didn’t care about drawing it out. All you wanted was to get to that needed high.

“Fuck!” You screamed out as that knot in your stomach began to form, letting you know that you were close to reaching the release that you had been aching for ever since you had woken up.

After several more moment you finally came with a shout of Chris’s name leaving your lips. Cunt throbbing from the attention that it had just received.

Once you had finally came down from your high you grabbed your phone, turning the camera so that you could quickly blow him a kiss before ending the recording. If this didn’t get him going then you didn’t know what would.

Hitting Chris’s name in your messages you sent the video with the caption ‘missing you daddy, just had to cum thinking about you 😘’ before getting back onto the bed.

To your surprise Chris had seen the message straight away, almost as if he had been eagerly waiting for your message since the moment you’d offered to send him that ‘picture.’

Chris: oh fuck baby girl. That pussy really did need fucked didn’t she? What were you thinking about? Were you wishing that your little fingers were my thick fingers playing with that delicious cunt? Wish I could taste you right now.....fuck I’m so hard for you right now.

He sent back, attaching an imagine of his crotch. Of course he was sporting a hard on at this point, how could he not be? That in itself was enough to get you dripping again.

You: yes daddy. I wish my fingers were yours instead. Miss the feel of your fingers against pussy. I really need you now daddy. Please don’t be too long. I need you.

Chris: awe baby, that’s so sweet.😘 when I get home I’ll make sure you pound your pussy until she’s stuffed full of my cum. Do you want my mouth on her first baby? Want me to fuck her with my tongue?

With that you couldn’t resist touching yourself again. It really was hard not to let your fingers just work at your pussy instead of having to message Chris too. If he was there then it would be so much easier.

You: please daddy fuck me with your tongue. Need you so badly.

15 minuets had gone by before he finally saw your message. You’d tried to keep your greedy fingers away from your pussy but it hadn’t worked for long, especially since you needed that release. And by this point you had cum twice. Of course you hadn’t lasted long either of the 2 times but it wasn’t your fault. If anything it was his fault for being in your dream and fucking you so well.

However, what you weren’t expecting was for your ring tone to begin singing through the room, signalling that you had an incoming phone call. Unfortunately it was Chris.

With you right had still teasing your pussy for the 3rd time this morning you shakily picked up your phone with your left and swiped the keypad to answer the phone.

Almost instantly your breath picked up as soon you felt your stomach tightening. The knot in your stomach getting harder and harder to ignore as you continued to rub at your clit.

Chris stayed silent for several minuets until he heard you moan out his name, causing a wide grin to appear on his face. “Oh baby...you wanna cum?” He teased, causing you to jump at the sound of his voice. You’d pretty much forgotten that he had been on the phone for almost 6 minutes already.

“Yes please” you’ begged rubbing furiously at your cunt as you did.

Chris laughed bitterly at the sound of your desperate begs to cum. ‘Daddy’ mode had fully been activated now.

“Get those greedy fingers off of MY pussy pretty girl. You���re not cumming anymore without my cock being inside of you. And if you do then you’re gonna regret it” he threatened.

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mists of celeste ➻ eighteen

➻ pairing: ot8 x fem!reader ➻ genre: space au, pirate au, space pirate!ateez, angst, eventual smut ➻ Word Count: 6.6k ➻ Rating: M ➻ Warnings: language, violence, guns and weaponry, blood, future warnings tba ➻ summary: Sneaking aboard the ship of a renowned space pirate may not have been the best idea, but you’ll have to make do with what fate has handed to you

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mists of celeste act two ➻ part eight

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Seonghwa steps out of the bathroom with a towel in hand and wet strands of hair clinging to his forehead. You glance over at him from your place on the bed, body already showered and bundled up under the layers of blankets and sheets. Seonghwa’s gaze is as soft as his smile as he looks over you. You’re struggling to keep your eyes open though, and if you stay bundled up like this, you’ll fall asleep at any second.

“You look tired,” Seonghwa says as he rubs the towel over his dark hair.

“Do I?” You huff out a small laugh. “I guess I’m more tired than I thought.”

“I went easy on you,” Seonghwa remarks, smile stretching his lips wider. You roll your eyes at his light-hearted comment and pull the sheets up to your chin.

“Do you need to go see Hongjoong now?”

There is a breath of hesitation, and Seonghwa lets the question linger in the air for a little while before pursing his lips.

“Yes. I should’ve gone sooner, most likely.”

“Don’t get chewed out.”

“I’m sure I will regardless,” Seonghwa laughs as he turns back to the bathroom, continuing to rub at his hair until it’s mostly dry. You watch him from your spot on the bed, too tired to move much. “Will you be okay on your own?” He asks as he comes back into your room.

“Yea, I should be. I’ll probably just sleep.”

“Okay, that’s good. You need the rest.” Seonghwa darts his tongue out to moisten his lips. “I’ll come get you for dinner.”

“As long as you don’t try to carry me in there.”

“Right, of course. You can walk just fine on your own, is that it?” Seonghwa doesn’t wait for you to respond. He walks towards your door, grabbing his jacket off the foot of the bed before he goes, and you just watch his movements with a stirring sensation in your gut.

“Seonghwa…” You trail off, nerves getting the better of you before you can finish the sentence. Seonghwa stops moving but doesn’t turn completely around to look at you. He must anticipate the question you intend to ask because you catch the way his shoulders draw up a little. “It was just a-a distraction, right?”

An airy laugh escapes the man’s chest.

“If that’s what you want it to be, then yes.”

The words don’t sit right with you though, and you push yourself up to look at Seonghwa more clearly. A frown paints your lips. You aren’t sure if it’s your frown or the movements that cause Seonghwa to take a few steps in your direction.

“Don’t worry, Y/N.” He places a hesitant hand on the foot of the bed, eyes on yours as he speaks in a quiet tone. “I’m not the type to get overly attached or anything like that. Sex is sex. It just happened to be what you needed at the time. Nothing has to come out of it.”

“Y-Yea… okay, you’re right.” Seonghwa’s smile is a bit tighter this time, and he leaves the room before you can stop him. As soon as the door slides shut behind his retreating form, you fall back to the mattress and clench a fist around your shirt. That feeling from before is lingering in your chest again. It’s almost tangible, like you could reach into your torso and pull it out if you tried hard enough. You almost want to attempt to do so, but you do nothing except lie there with a hand clenching around fabric for what feels like hours.

You can’t quite pinpoint the emotion. It’s sharp and pinching, but also dull and throbbing. Hot and cold. Both sides of a coin. And yet, that can’t be possible. Something that feels good in the moment, but is terrible in the long run? Or could it be the other way around? You don’t know whether the sensation is a good one or a bad one. It certainly doesn’t make you happy, and that’s all you know.

Even after you close your eyes, you can’t seem to fall asleep. The room is dark and quiet, everything is at peace, but your mind isn’t. You grow tired of the waiting and wasting time after a while, so you roll to the other side of the bed. You pad through the darkness to hit the small switch near your bed, and yellow light illuminates the room in an instant. With a sharp tug, you pull one of your nightstand drawers open and close your fingers around the bundle of papers inside.

The parchment is still rough to the touch as you flatten it against your mattress. The ink remains clear and legible, no breaks in the black lines over it, and that signature hasn’t budged one bit. The only thing missing is one final signature.

The name of the person being pardoned.

In the name of His Royal Highness, the King of Eros, the man whose name appears on the bottom line of these papers is hereby pardoned of all crimes listed:

Piracy

Larceny

Arson

Nefarious Behavior

Aiding and Abetting Criminals

Murder

Treason

Betrayal of the Crown

On account of these crimes being pardoned, all sentences issued to the criminal are to be absolved. His name is to be wiped clean, his records will become a blank slate, and there will be no further punishments for the crimes that have been committed.

You still haven’t put a signature at the bottom of the pages, and you aren’t quite sure what’s holding you back at this point. Part of you thinks that you don’t have the right to put your friend’s name on the papers. Another part says that you aren’t worthy and haven’t earned enough forgiveness for what you did. The final part is just terrified of going through with it. It adds to a seemingly recurring issue in your life: you can’t get anything right. You fail at even the things you claim to want the most.

With a huff, you shove the papers back into your nightstand. You swing your legs over the side of the bed and attempt to stand up. It’s only when you put every ounce of pressure on your leg that you remember your damn injury. Pain shoots up your thigh, and you bend over with a small shout.

“F-Fucking hell…” you mutter as you lower yourself back to the bed. Seonghwa is busy with Hongjoong, no doubt, and you don’t want to risk Hongjoong’s ire by calling his treasured Lieutenant away again. Yunho would be a decent option since you should probably ask him to look at your leg anyway. Once you bring a hand to your wrist, you realize that your comms system is gone.

Still broken. Of course.

There’s no other way to contact the crew unless you attempt to scream at the top of your lungs in the hopes that someone might hear. You aren’t particularly interested in doing that though, so you hoist your leg back onto the bed and bring the sheets back over your body. Despite the fact that you were just under them not too long ago, the sensation of them against your skin is cold. Not only void of body heat, but all warmth in general.

You find yourself missing Seonghwa’s comforting and warm presence in that moment. You refuse to let that linger for long, and squeeze your eyes shut in efforts to get some sleep. But the moment Seonghwa leaves your mind, San enters it.

San, tied to a chair, crying and begging for you not to be hurt.

Your eyes have never flown open so fast in your life. The image remains at the forefront of your mind nonetheless. You curl further into yourself as it persists. Maybe if you could just see San again and know that he’s okay – yet you did before boarding the train. It didn’t help. You saw him alive, breathing, on his feet, and it still didn’t reassure you in the slightest. Because you still don’t know if he’s okay.

If he isn’t, then you need to —

You halt that thought process before it can go any further. It’s already dangerous enough as it is. For once, you want to return to your dreamscape if only to escape the nightmare that you know waits for you on the other side of consciousness. When you next close your eyes, darkness is the only thing that greets you. You don’t have time to count your blessings before sleep hits, and you fall into a pleasant rest.

…

Eight days.

That is how long it’s been since you returned to The Horizon, and in the span of those eight days, you can’t say that you’ve done much at all. San is still out of commission. You haven’t even seen him in passing; he’s been locked up in his room the entire time, and Yunho goes to his room to treat his wounds but never asks anyone to come with. You haven’t had much of an opportunity to go see him either.

The first six days were mostly spent in bed, thanks to Yunho’s demands. Seonghwa would come by often to get you up and moving, though you never strayed far from your room. The furthest you have gone is the dining hall to get food where you eat with Jongho and Seonghwa. Sometimes Wooyoung joins the three of you, but only if Yeosang isn’t around. Occasionally, Yunho takes Wooyoung’s place when Yeosang isn’t busy doing whatever the fuck he does. If you weren’t feeling up to moving around that much, Seonghwa or Yunho would just bring you some food, keeping you company all the while. Your life has been void of Hongjoong and Mingi during the past week, however, and frankly, it doesn’t bother you all too much.

After three days, Yunho started having you come to the medbay rather than going to you. Seonghwa helped sometimes, even Wooyoung made appearances in the medbay, but never any sign of San.

Day six saw Yunho trying to get you to walk around on your own some. You were able to with a bit of pain, but nothing tore or reopened, which was apparently a good sign. All minor cuts have healed up without scarring, so it’s only the deeper one that’s left. Yunho did tell you that it would take around ten days for you to fully heal, and thus that’s why you find yourself in the medbay on the morning of the eighth day.

Yunho stands across the room, waiting for you to walk in his direction. His hair has changed colors yet again – now a soft peachy color – and you wonder how much time he has on his hands if he’s able to dye his hair so often. Wooyoung is present as well, but he stands off to the side and organizes some supplies rather than watching you walk over to Yunho.

He was unexpectedly happy to see you when he first found out you were back, relief on his sharp features, and you vaguely recall him telling you that you did a good job while wrapping you up in a hug.

A good job.

They keep telling you that you did well, so why does it feel like you did anything but well?

“You’re not limping anymore!” Yunho exclaims as you move towards him.

“Yea, it doesn’t hurt at all.”

“Hm, that may be the case, but you have to actually do your physical therapy this time. Including the therapy for your arm.” Yunho’s pointed stare levels you with ease, and you purse your lips as he sends the disappointed look your way. “I’m a doctor, Y/N, which means that it’s my job to heal you and get you back on your feet. After that, it’s on you to make sure you stayed healed. And regain your strength. And take care of yourself.”

The pointed glare lingers a bit longer. You turn away and try your best to feign ignorance. Out of the corner of your eye, you see Yunho shake his head ever so slightly before he redirects his attention to Wooyoung.

“Could you give us a minute to chat, Woo?”

Wooyoung glances up from his work, eyes darting between you and Yunho, then he nods a few times.

“Yea, yea. Sure. I can come back later to do inventory then?”

“That would be perfect. Thank you.” Yunho smiles at the shorter man as he closes the cabinets in front of him. The smile falls when Wooyoung leaves the room, and you try to avoid that damn stare by walking back to one of the beds. Yunho follows you, pulling a stool out to sit across from you. “We need to talk about what happened in the warehouse with Cara and San.”

“No, we don’t,” you refuse without a breath of hesitation.

“Y/N.”

You match Yunho’s stare now, eyes narrowing to an intense glare when he says your name.

“You either have to talk about it now with me or later with Hongjoong. And I guarantee that you don’t want to do it later because Hongjoong is a lot less kind and understanding.”

“No, I don’t have to talk about it now. Because I’m fine. Absolutely fine.”

Yunho releases a small sigh. His eyes fall shut as he turns away from you, then he inhales sharply.

“Listen, Y/N… Seonghwa – Seonghwa came to me because he’s worried about how what happened affected you. He’s really the only one who has had close contact with you over the past week and a half, so he’s the only one who has seen the impact o–”

“It didn’t affect me at all!” You interject. Embarrassment sears your neck and cheeks as you think about Seonghwa telling Yunho things about you. You can only hope that he didn’t mention the sex, because if he did, then you would like to crawl to the airlock and launch yourself into space. “I have been tortured in the past. It’s nothing new, and it’s nothing traumatic. I am fine, and I will continue to be fine.”

“Your reaction to the trauma is normal and expected, Y/N,” Yunho continues, ignoring your insistence about being fine. “It’s okay to be affected by what happened, especially something so traumatic.”

Yunho’s words remind you of being stuck in that chair. Your wrists and ankles itch as you think about the ropes that were around them, keeping you stuck in place. The cold touch of a knife on your skin, then your ears ring with San’s screams over and over until you swallow the lump in your throat and speak up again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

“You’re avoiding the problem, Y/N.”

“I don–”

“Have you even gone to see San yet?”

“No, of course I haven’t. He hasn’t left his room.”

“Every single other member of the crew has seen him. Even Yeosang went to see him.” Yunho brings his gaze back to you as he says the words. You chew on the inside of your cheek.

“He hasn’t asked to see me.”

“Why does he have to ask? You’re avoiding him. For what reason, Y/N?”

“D-Drop it, Yunho. Please just… I don’t want to talk about it.” you barely register the sudden ache in your chest as tears prick the corners of your eyes. Yunho pulls his stool forward, and the sound that echoes startles you, causing you to flinch away from him a little. The screech of metal against the floor sounds too much like San’s cries of pain. You can’t get it out of your head.

“I’m going to be a bit blunt with you, Y/N. I will list off several things, and after I’m done, I want you to tell me how many sound familiar to what you’re going through right now. Okay?” Yunho pauses, and it takes you a few moments to realize that he’s waiting for a response from you.

“Okay…” You don’t particularly want Yunho to do this, but you can’t find a way out other than do what he wants. He nods and scoots back to grab a tablet. You pick at the skin under one of your nails while watching him tap away at the surface, unable to push your anxiety down.

“Being easily startled or frightened, always being on guard for danger, self-destructive behavior, trouble sleeping, trouble concentrating, irritability, angry outbursts or aggressive behavior, and overwhelming guilt or shame.”

Yunho glances up at you, but you refuse to respond. He blinks at you for what feels like hours, waiting for some reply that you never provide.

“These are all things I have recognized in you through personally interacting with you and through reports from the other crew members. Things that we’ve seen since you joined the crew. Now, onto more recent occurrences since the events in Echidna. Trying to avoid thinking or talking about the traumatic event, and avoiding places, activities or people that remind you of the traumatic event. This is how you are behaving currently with the issue of what happened in the warehouse. Not only that, this is how you behave whenever you are confronted with your past. The only discrepancy is that when our paths crossed, we were near Eros, the location of where said traumatic event occurred. Correct?”

“C-Correct,” you mutter, tugging at your nail with more haste.

“Another set of things I would like to share. If they sound familiar, please tell me. Recurrent and unwanted distressing memories of the traumatic event, reliving the traumatic event as if it were happening again, upsetting dreams or nightmares about the traumatic event, and severe emotional distress or physical reactions to something that reminds you of the traumatic event. Please answer honestly, Y/N. I could’ve let Wooyoung stay here, I could’ve had Hongjoong come in, I could’ve asks Seonghwa to be here, but I didn’t. I am trying to give you as much privacy as possible; however, you need to answer the question. If we don’t talk about this now, there won’t be any progress.”

“All of them sound familiar,” you admit without looking Yunho in the eye. You fixate on his collar, watching the fabric ripple as he shifts. Your hands are trembling at an alarming rate. Even when you close your fists around the material of your pants, they continue to shake.

“Okay… thank you. I have one final set I want to run through with you. Negative thoughts about yourself, other people or the world, hopelessness about the future, memory problems – including not remembering important aspects of the traumatic event – difficult maintaining close relationships, difficultly experiencing positive emotions, and feeling emotionally numb. Any of these sound familiar to you?”

“Why do you care about my mental state?” you say instead of answering his question. A sigh – this time a bit more exasperated – leaves Yunho’s lips as he puts his tablet down.

“I asked San all the same questions, and I have asked them of all the crew in the past following particularly harsh missions and events. It’s part of being a doctor, and it’s part of taking care of the crew.”

“But I do my job best the way things are now.”

“Really?” Yunho lifts a brow, head tilting to the side. “Because from where I’m standing, all I see is a soldier fallen from grace whose actions haunt her over and over and over again. Without any progress moving forward, just doomed to go through the same traumas again and again. Out of what? A selfish desire to seem okay? An egotistical need to think it makes you better? To impress Hongjoong? You won’t impress him much if you’re dead.”

The harshness of Yunho’s words catches you a bit off-guard. Your jaw hangs open as you try to come up with some sort of defense, but you fail to produce anything.

“Would you like to talk about it now?” Yunho inquires. You can only manage a few nods in response, and Yunho passes a sympathetic smile your way. “I know what happened from San’s point of view, but I want to hear it from you as well.”

“There… there isn’t much to say. San and I were both caught, tied to chairs across from each other, and Cara used me to torture San. That’s all there is to it.”

“That isn’t the full truth though. How did you feel as the situation was going down?” you draw your lips together upon hearing the question.

“Guilty. Yea, guilty. There was nothing I could do to stop her, and I-I felt somewhat responsible for it. He had asked me about revenge the night before.”

“And what did you tell him?”

“Th-That it wasn’t worth it, and it wouldn’t fix anything.”

Yunho leans forward and rests a hand against your knee. You glance up to look him in the eye, gnawing on your lip.

“This isn’t your fault then, Y/N. You warned him. You told him it wouldn’t help. The blame fell on his shoulder after that because he was the one who made the decision. Not you. You can’t blame yourself for something that you didn’t directly cause.”

“I-I… I don’t think he was going for revenge though. Something didn’t seem right about it. Maybe he wanted us to think it was revenge and that it just went wrong, but h-he didn’t – he didn’t want to kill Cara. He did it because he had to, because I left him no other choice.”

“You need to talk to San about this, Y/N. You can’t just keep avoiding him and hope that it clears things up because it won’t. You two are misunderstanding each other, and you’re unsure of being near one another because you’re worried something bad could happen again. You’re afraid of seeing one another in that position again, and you’re afraid of confronting each other now because you don’t know what to do. How do people move on from traumatic experiences? How do people recover from that kind of pain? How do you look at each other in the eye without thinking of it? That doesn’t come from avoidance. You can’t grow from that by avoiding him, so you need to confront him. Tell him your thoughts and feelings, tell him what you were afraid of then and what you’re afraid of now. Do you really want to never look San in the eye again?”

“N-No, of course not.” You hesitate. “I feel like I’m going to be here a while, so I want to at least try to…��� You trail off, unsure of where that sudden resolve came from. Yunho waits for you to continue, a small smile playing at his lips, but you shake your head and refuse to finish the thought. “I don’t want that, no.”

“Then you need to take care of the hard parts now so that the future can be easier. Not that it’s going to be immediate or easy. But the first step is the hardest one, no?”

“How is he doing?” You divert the subject, not too keen on giving Yunho the pleasure of being right even though you both know that he is. Yunho sits up a bit straighter at your question and withdraws his hand from your knee to tap his chin.

“He’s healing well, almost all better. Maybe one or two more days and he’ll be good to go. He has asked about multiple times, you know. If you’re healing well, doing okay, looking after yourself, if we’re looking after you, things like that.” He pauses to glance at you again. “You should go over there now. He’s always awake at this time, but I’m keeping him bedridden for the time being.”

You nod slowly and push yourself up from the bed. Yunho catches your arm before you can leave, however, pulling you back to tell you one more thing.

“I’m giving you a list of arm and leg exercises you need to do for physical therapy. I’ll have it for you by the end of the day. You had better do it or else.”

“What happens if I don’t?” You ask, a laugh in your tone. “Is the big bad Yunho gonna come get me?”

“Yes, he will. So you better watch yourself.”

Your smile stretches a bit more when Yunho huffs, but when you leave the medbay, it crumbles. Whatever confidence you had leaves your body in an instant. It’s much harder to walk down the corridor now. You could just ignore Yunho’s wishes and avoid San’s door altogether, but your steps don’t stop at your room and continue until you reach San’s bedroom. And you aren’t sure what compels you to do so, because you still desire to avoid San at all costs. Yet here you are lingering outside his room fully prepared to go inside and talk to him. You chase that feeling and bring a fist up to knock at the metal wall before you.

Just before your knuckles make contact with the door, it slides open to reveal Hongjoong standing on the other side. You flinch away from the room as his eyes drag over you. You can’t see past his body to look at San, and he steps past you to let the door slide shut again.

“It’s good that you’re on your feet again,” Hongjoong says. His tone is even, not a hint of emotion lingering in it, and that makes your gut twinge with anxiety. You nod in response and move to knock at San’s door for real this time. Hongjoong catches you by the elbow though and pulls you back a little. He levels you with a cold stare. “San isn’t doing well.”

“I-I – but Yunho to-told me otherwise?” You stutter.

“I don’t mean physically, moreso mentally.” Hongjoong’s gaze flits away from your face and lands on San’s door for a moment. “I… I can’t g-get him out of his own head. Maybe you can try since this is related to you more than anyone else. If you can’t, then I’ll just keep trying until it works.” Hongjoong drops your arm and walks away before you get the chance to reply. You watch his retreating form for a couple of seconds, then turn back to San’s door. It’s harder to muster up the courage to knock this time because the expression you saw on Hongjoong’s face can only be described as defeat.

When you finally manage to knock a few times, San’s voice is quick to welcome you in, although it’s quite faint. You tap at the keypad with haste, and the door slides back open. Before stepping inside, you take a moment to glance around the room, finding that it looks like yours. There is a bit more decoration; three bookshelves that are lined with books and various trinkets you can’t quite see from the distance you’re at. When you turn your head, you spot San, propped up on his bed with his hands in his lap. He sits up a little straighter as soon as he catches sight of you.

“Y/N…”

You press your lips into a smile, but it feels awkward and out of place. It must look that way as well because San releases a small laugh.

“C-Can I come in?” You ask, motioning to the interior of the bedroom.

“Yes, yes, uh, please do. You can – you can sit on the bed if you’d like.”

You move forward upon getting his permission, coming to sit cross-legged on the foot of the bed. You stay as far away from him as you can get, and if he notices, then he chooses not to comment on it.

“Are your wounds healing well?” He asks after silence settles in.

“Yes, they’re all healed except for the deeper cut on my leg.”

Cara jams the knife into your thigh all of a sudden, ignoring her previous pattern of shallow cuts and burying a good quarter of the blade into your leg.

“That’s good. I’m glad, really glad.”

“Y/N! Y/N, look at me. Please just look at me,” San pleads, and you pull yourself up to look him in the eye. The nausea is making you a bit dizzy, and San’s face swirls into three different ones until the wave passes over you. “It’s gonna be okay, Y/N. I promise. It’s okay. We’re gonna be okay.”

You force a smile onto your lips as the flashbacks hit you, trying to hide any signs of discomfort. When you next try to speak, you stammer a little. San surely notices, but again he doesn’t comment on it.

“Your side? I-I, how is y-your side?”

“You’re having too much fun with this, Sannie. Too vocal. I should fix that.” Cara huffs a laugh, glancing over the knife before deciding to plunge it into San’s side. The knife buries all the way to the hilt in the patch up flesh just above his right hip. If you thought your screams of pain were bad, San’s is beyond comprehension. The sound of his screaming triggers something in you, flips a switch, and you lose the last bits of control you had over your emotions.

“I’m practically good as new. Missed significant damage aside from the fact that… you know.” You press your lips together. Silence falls over you again, and Yunho’s urging words sit at the forefront of your mind.

“How do people move on from traumatic experiences? How do people recover from that kind of pain? How do you look at each other in the eye without thinking of it? That doesn’t come from avoidance. You can’t grow from that by avoiding him, so you need to confront him. Tell him your thoughts and feelings, tell him what you were afraid of then and what you’re afraid of now.”

“I th–”

“I wa–”

You and San start talking at the same time, and strangely it helps alleviate some of the tension you’re feeling. You laugh to brush off the awkwardness of the situation, and San does the same, a small smile stretching his lips.

“Go ahead, go ahead,” San says, motioning for you to continue. Part of you wishes he had gone ahead himself, but maybe it’ll be easier to just get it off your chest and out there, so you don’t have to think about it any longer. You heave a deep breath, eyes falling shut as you start speaking.

“I’m fucking scared.”

“…scared?” San echoes. When you open your eyes again, San has his head tilted to the side and blinks back at you with widened eyes.

“I’m – I’m terrified of seeing you in the position again. I’m scared of n-not being able to help you or s-save you if it comes to that again. But… I’m more terrified of the person I became when you got hurt b-because I don’t – I don’t know who that person was, and that scares more than anything else.”

“I understand,” San whispers. “Why, uh, why are you so afraid of seeing me in that position again?”

“I felt helpless. Like I could do nothing to help you and that I-I would have to watch you die. Part of me stills feels like I owe you something, that I have a debt to repay. But when I was tied to that chair and watched you scream and cry and beg for Cara not to hurt me, I realized that I also wanted to make sure that you didn’t get hurt. Not because I felt… like I owed it to you but because I felt the need to protect you from harm and that – that makes me afraid too.”

“Why?”

“The last person I cared about, the last person I felt that way with – he died. He was my only family, the only family I had left at the time, the only family I cared about, and because of my actions and things I had done, he paid the price. I’m that t-the second I admit to caring about you, the same thing will happen again.” You can’t bear to look at San any longer and have to look away before your composure crumbles.

“Don’t care about me then.” San’s words send you reeling, and you don’t care about your composure as you whip your chin to look at him again.

“W-What? What do you mean?”

“I’m not worth it anyway so… you should just save yourself the trouble and not care about me.”

“San–”

“You probably feel disgusted even saying my name, don’t you?” San releases a laugh, but there’s no humor in its tone. He pulls a hand away from his lap to slam a fist against the mattress. A shout leaves his lips, then his hand moves to cover his face.

“Why are you so upset, San?”

“Because I don’t deserve the crew’s patience or their care for me. I don’t deserve Hongjoong’s grace and mercy and kindness. I don’t deserve for you to even look at me. I sure as hell don’t deserve every ounce of worry that Hongjoong pours out for me, and I don’t deserve your worry either. You shouldn’t be the one feeling guilty or scared. I should. I should be the only one that deserves that burden because that’s the least I deserve after all the things I’ve done.”

“Those things don’t define you as a person, San. You aren’t tha–”

“Are you deaf or just stupid?” You snap your lips shut. “Did you not hear all the things Cara said about me? Did that not get through your skull? I’m vile a-and disgusting and a fucking monster. It’s not just a matter – a matter of being a criminal or a pirate. I’m a fucking monster for killing all those people. And for what? What did I kill them for? Why did I torture them? For a captain’s approval? A captain I looked up to and saw as a father? A captain I was so blindly devoted to that I didn’t realize how cruel and heartless his actions were? The same man who beat me down and tortured me when I didn’t do as asked?”

San is trembling, his shoulders quake, and you can see the quick heaves of his chest. You reach out to touch his arm, offer some sort of support if possible, but he smacks your hand away before you can get close.

“Don’t touch me!”

“Why?” You ask, moving forward a bit on the bed. San refuses to respond and watches your careful movements. “Why, San?”

“B-Because I’m disgusting.”

You reach out again and grab hold of San’s hand. He tries to shake you off, but your touch is already lingering, and his attempts become weak and futile in less than a second.

“You s-shouldn’t touch me… I might – I’ll taint you.”

A dry laugh breaches your lips.

“And? Do you know my reputation? My body count? The things I’ve done that I’m not proud of?” Again, he neglects to respond. “Do you, San?”

“No.”

“Believe me, San. If you knew the things I’ve done, you wouldn’t want to even look at me, let alone touch me,” you whisper, a sad smile pulling at the corners of your lips. San’s gaze darts over to where your hand is closed around yours. “I know that you feel that way right now, and I understand what you’re feeling because I was there. That was me. But whoever you were in the past is not who you are now. It’s important, yes, it’s important to be able to look back on the person you were so that you know how to avoid it in the future. It’s important for you to recognize where you slipped up and messed up, but those things don’t define you. The San who found me in a dingy crate full of fabric spools was not a murderer or a monster. He was a man looking for redemption. And if that’s what that man wants, then he has it.”

San’s chest heaves at a faster rate. His head falls forward as tears fall, and soft sobs wrack his body. You pull closer to him, continuing to speak as he cries into his free hand.

“The San who carried me to the medbay in efforts to save me was not a monster. The San who rushed in to prove Yeosang wrong in my first mission was not a monster. The San who recovered my pardon papers and hid them from the others just so that he could give them back to me, who saved me from Cara in the alleyway, who opened his heart and cried as he recalled his past, who feared that me leaving in the night was permanent, who endured torture and begged for me not to be hurt – none were monsters. And the San who ended Cara’s life was not a monster either. He was a man who acted upon this–” You press your free hand against San’s chest “–because he has one. And he bled crimson, not black. You are not a monster, San. You are not vile, disgusting or revolting, and you will not taint me in any way. I can swear on my life that that is the truth and nothing but the truth. I’m not sure of many things in life, but I am absolutely certain about this.”

“I-I… I don’t d-deserve it,” San sobs. He holds your hand against his chest though, and you pull him against your body as he slumps further forward.

“Your mind doesn’t think that you deserve it, but you truly do.”

San doesn’t respond to that, but you don’t need him to. You hold him against you as he cries, wrapping an arm around his back and rubbing small circles against his shirt. The ache in your chest has returned. There’s no turning back from this. It feels as though you’ve crossed an unspoken line, one that there’s no going back from. You press your cheek to San’s hair, inhaling sharply.

“I’m scared because I can feel myself getting attached,” you whisper. “And I’m not ready for it.”

San is warm. His presence alone feels warm, and even more so with your arms wrapped around him. It’s a different kind of warmth than Seonghwa’s: Seonghwa reminds you of fire, scalding and consuming. San’s warmth feels more fragile and volatile, like if you take too much of it, then he’ll crumble and fall apart in your hands.

He doesn’t speak again until his sobs subside some and his breathing returns to normal.

“How… How am I supposed to change the way my brain works when this is all I’ve ever known?”

“I-I don’t know,” you stutter, shaking your head against his. “I suppose we’ll work through it together — all of us. Hongjoong will help. Seonghwa and Yunho surely. The others as well… I just don’t know how yet.”

“Does this mean that you’ll stay then? Permanently?”

“What do you mean?” You inquire, pulling back to look San in the eye for clarification.

“Before… you told me that you couldn’t leave yet. Has that changed now?”

A frown covers your lips. You hadn’t thought about that, yet the answer seems so clear in your mind that you can’t even think about the other options.

“Yes, I think it has.”

✧✧✧ a/n: here we are at the end of act two!! she was truly a ride but yall are in for a Small Break in act three but i can’t say anything more than that so my lips are sealed 🤐 anyway i hope you guys like this conclusions, let me know what you think as usual, and thank you for sticking around to read my mess of a story asodifjsdofi

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treasure | dragon!hawks

dragon!hawks x reader

masterlist  | tip jar

from the kinktober requests: “Could I request Tombstone, Peach, and 2 :D″

tombstone - hawks (keigo takami), peach - dragon, 2 - submissive

warnings: 18+, kidnap (if you squint), yandere characteristics, breeding kink, unprotected, choking & general sin

“I’m sorry, you know we have no choice” your father said as he stroked a stray hair out of your face, you whipped your face as far away from him as you could, the thought of him touching you made you feel disgusted.

The people who you used to call family, the members of your own village, had tied you to a wooden table with the strongest rope they had. All because you were of age and unmarried.

“Father please” you pleaded with him, surely he wouldn’t allow them to leave you here in the clearing of the forest - but he turned his back on you as soon as the last knot was tightened.

The village priest had the audacity to stand at the end of the table and raise his hands into the air. “On the night of the full moon, we bring you our offering, she is pure and she is young” he started the mantra. 

Every 3 months this would happen, normally you would watch from the shadows, too ashamed to help or protest. For thousands of years, your small village had been plagued by dragon who would slaughter their livestock and destroy their buildings - that was until your great great grandfather started leaving ‘offerings’ for the beast as a way to appease him.

It started with a few sheep and pigs, which didn’t entirely stop the dragon’s destruction but definitely reduced it. The villagers started leaving other offerings: gold, food, gems, until finally resorting to humans. At first they gave him the elderly, but when that didn’t please him, they started choosing villagers at random.

Through a lot of trial and error they found that the beast stayed away for 2 months when they gave him a younger woman, and when he didn’t show on the night of the 2nd month when one of the herbalist’s virgin daughters was offered up - they realised they could keep him at bay for 3 whole months.

The price was a woman of age that was untouched and unclaimed.

You knew it was risky to refuse the hand’s of the other men in the village, but you’d stupidly thought you were safe by being the daughter of the village chief; oh how wrong you were.

“We give you her willingly in exchange for our livestock and our village” he finished the chant that you had heard so many times, but you never thought you would be hearing it from this angle.

The silence that came next was unbearable, you could hear every bird within the area chirping away, completely oblivious to the scene happening just seconds away from their woodland home. 

Until the chirping stopped. Even the river seemed to hold its breath as the faint thump was heard in the distance.

At first it was subtle, a distant sound that you could have easily mistaken for the sound of your own heart beating in your chest. But then you heard it again, this time it was two thumps, one after the other - and then you felt the wind push past the trees.

Then you saw it.

The power of it’s wings pushed aside the treeline and it’s humungous body blocked out the moonlight, all that could be seen was the shadow of his form.

Your people started to scream and scramble away, not retreating from the scene earlier when they had the opportunity to. The shape came closer and closer until the shadow had a red hue to it.

Almost too quickly, you felt yourself being lifted into the air as your body was ripped from the platform you were bound to, parts of the wood splintering and coming with your limbs.

The drastic change in altitude made your head go woozy but unfortunately, you didn’t manage to pass out, you weren’t that lucky. You watched the trees become a distant blur of green and the faint light of your village disappeared until it looked no brighter than a star in the sky. 

When you reached the beast’s cave, he dumped you on top a pile of fabric, they were a sea of different colours and materials - it felt weird to feel satin on your palms and then silk near your arms.

Instantly, you eyed the small bit of moonlight shining through the cave entrance and you played with the idea of making a run for it, it it weren’t for him heading back in that direction.

His body was even bigger up close, he was covered in huge red scales that were the size of your hand, the patches towards his tail got smaller and smaller the closer it got to the tip. He even had to duck his head slightly to avoid scraping it against the roof of the cave that was easily the size of a 4 floor building.

Every step he took shook the ground with his claws scratching again the cold stone. He balanced on his back legs and pushed a huge bolder in front of the only light source you had, and sealing your escape route.

The thumping started again as you fell the vibrations get harder and louder as, you assumed, he made his way towards you. Then they stopped, you held your breath as you waited for any audible indication of where he was.

“Are you frightened, little bird?” you heard a human voice say followed by the sound of a match being struck. The sudden light made you squint, but when you saw a blonde man with golden eyes standing in front of you lighting a portable torch.

You cautiously glanced around the area trying to locate the scaled beast, but it had seemingly disappeared. The blonde man eyed you for a while, smirked, and then used the torch he was holding to light a few hanging lanterns that were attached to the walls of the cave.

Once the room was illuminated enough for you to see the man fully, you realised where the dragon went. On his back were a pair of huge red wings, they were scaled just as the creature’s were. This man somehow had the ability to transform from a huge mythical being into what almost fooled you into being a normal human man.

He seemed to relish in the fact that you weren’t able to answer his question due to being so stunned at his appearance.

“Keigo” he said, extending his hand out to you as though he wanted to shake your hand. “That’s my name” he clarified as though he was just saying the word for no reason.

Taking his hand in yours, you noticed how the red scales continued to travel in patches up his arms and hands.

“Are you going to eat me? you quivered, as soon as you finished your sentence he erupted into a fit of laughter. “Why would I eat you?” he asked back, extinguishing the torch he was holding with a strong breath. Trying to avoid eye contact, you attempted to explain yourself, “That’s what you’ve done to the other women, haven’t you?”

Again, the room filled with his laughter, “God no!” he spat out, taking a moment to brush the dirt off of his bare shoulders - it must have attached itself to him when you were flying. “Human’s have hardly any meat on their bones, it would be more effort to eat you than it’s worth” he casually explained as though being told what its like to eat humans was a normal conversation.

You couldn’t help but feel a bit embarrassed by the assumptions you were making. “Where are they?” you bravely asked and he turned his body towards you, “I let them go” he shrugged as though it was nothing.

Starting is ascension up the mound of fabric, you noticed that he was completely naked. It made sense. He wasn’t wearing any clothes when he was a dragon, so why would be be wearing any now.

Averting your eyes quickly, you felt your cheeks heating up, “They deserved a better life than to be traded away for a few sheep” he displayed a displeased frown, you had never thought of it that way.

“Are you going to let me go?” you asked hopeful, you would be able to return to your family and explain to the village what you’ve seen. “Oh no” his frown turned into a smirk as he crouched down in front of you. If you were being honest, it was hard not to watch the thing that was dangling in between his thighs.

Then his words hit you, “What? Why?!” you asked, panic setting back in again, his hand came up to graze your chin, you were too frightened to pull away but were surprised at how soft his fingers were. “I like you” he smiled, and that was the only explanation he gave. 

Using the hand that was already under your chin, he pulled your face up to meet his and gently kissed your lips, it was quick and delicate - in no way you thought he would be.

“You’ll stay here with me, mine” he growled the last word as though the dragon inside him was taking over his thoughts, his golden eyes merging and twisting into red reptilian irises, “Got it?” he more told you than asked, but you shook your head in agreement anyway. 

Before you knew it he was on you, his chest pressed flat against yours with only your nightie to separate you, his lips trailing kisses down your neck as his hands drew the outline of your hips.

This was not how you thought tonight was going to go, but you were not complaining; often you found your hands trailing up his sides and brushing against his scaled wings.

It took you by surprise when his hand drifted in between your legs and abruptly push his fingers inside of you. You gasped, not expecting it, he had been so delicate with his kisses that his hand was a complete contrast.

If it weren’t for how turned on you were by his mouth, it would have hurt. Every time he pushed his fingers into you he hit your g-spot which made you moan so loudly that it bounced off the walls of his cave.

But he never let it linger, almost immediately he would drag them to the point where you would feel completely empty again, only to have them attack your spot again.

When you started to whimper because you felt your orgasm quickly approaching did he fully withdraw his digits from you. The cry that left your mouth was shameful.

Hastily, you craned your neck forward to look to where his eyeline had shifted, you watched as he prodded your entrance with the head of his cock, but he was hesitating.

For the first time since all of this started you glanced up to make eye contact with him, but he was already staring down at you. “Ready baby bird?” he asked quietly, waiting for your approval.

Without hesitation, you nodded frantically. Almost the same second you started to nod your head, he shoved himself inside you earning a moan from both of you. Pushing further and further until you could feel the tickle of his hair against your lips, you felt the fabric under your head start to dip.

You opened your eyes slowly and looked towards where you felt the shift in weight to see what his hand had turned into a huge red claw with shiny scales making their way to his elbow - he was starting to lose control of his form.

When he started to move inside of you, you watched as his razor sharp claws dug into the fabric; some of the more delicate pieces started to fray under the pressure.

He gave you time to adjust to him, but you could feel his want to move faster and harder. Almost as a way to encourage him, you wrapped your legs around his waist so he could get a better angle.

Instantly he moved his human hand to your hip so he could stabilise you as he set an unrelenting pace, even before your brain could register the ecstasy it was producing he had already pulled back to ram back into you again.

You could feel your walls pulsating around him, only emphasising how you could already feel every vein of his cock. His clawed-hand drifted from your fabric bed and up to your throat. He gently squeezed, not putting enough pressure to cut off air flow but enough to make your heart race - you could feel the sharpness of his talons against your skin but somehow trusted him not to scratch you.

“You’re mine, my treasure” he growled as he continued to impale you over and over, you held his scaled arm as a way to try and ground you as you unintentionally tensed around him. 

One side of his mouth raised in a cocky smirk “Do you want to cum?” he sarcastically asked, it was obvious from your body language that’s what you wanted. You did your best to nod with his claw wrapped around your throat.

“I’m gunna - need to hear it - Baby Bird” he grunted in between words, he was clearly close too. “P-Please” you barely squeaked out, “What was that?” he pretended that he didn’t hear you. “Please, Keigo!” you loudly yelled, you didn’t need to wait for his permission, you couldn’t hold onto it anymore.

You unconsciously gripped his cock with your walls as you moaned through your own orgasm. He continued to push himself past your tight muscles “I’m gunna cum” he groaned underneath the noises you were making “I’m gunna fill you up until your human body can’t take it anymore” he growled, his primal side taking over.

“I’ve been waiting years for them to give you to me, waiting for you to carry my chicks” he confessed through pants, but his sentence was cut off by a somewhat animalistic roar as you felt his cock convulse and release his cum into you. It was almost enough to make you orgasm a second time.

After a couple of moments, he withdrew himself from you and nuzzled down into the blanket nest beside you. He pulled you close to him so his chest was against your back.  Maybe being the village sacrifice wasn’t so bad. 

[doiedreams]

State of Lucidity // l.ty

◈⇢ Synopsis: apparition!Taeyong’s appearances at night is what you think keeps you sane, but what was once a healing escape is becoming an addictive attachment Taeyong doesn’t want you to fall victim to.

◈⇢ Pairing: apparition!Taeyong x reader

◈⇢ Genre: fluff ద, angst ᱬ

◈⇢ Listen to: What Dreams Are Made of (by Evan McIntosh) HIGHLY RECOMMENDED

◈⇢ Warnings/Content: lucid dreaming, small mention of addiction, hints toward dream reality confusion

◈⇢ WC: 1.6k words

A view of your drab ceiling shifts into the focus of a hazy atmosphere as your eyelids flutter open. The sound of a vague, lulling white noise begins to fill your ears, as it feels like you’ve been transported to another realm. In a way, you have.

You feel a presence becoming more palpable next to you, and the mattress you lay on lightly begins to sink at your side.

Turning your head towards it, you sigh as your eyes meet the dark, and yet so bright, eyes of Taeyong. With the way his eyes gleam, you’d be able to find his gaze if the room was pitch-black. The corners of his perfectly shaped lips turn upwards and he lets out a soft giggle. You join him, feeling a euphoric feeling course through your body upon seeing him once again in all his angelic glory.

“I’m so glad you’re back,” you whisper.

“I tell you every time. It won't be the last time we meet.” His fingers brush against your hand beside you, and you allow them to intertwine at your side. “I have something for you.”

“And what might that be?” you ask.

Laying in bed on your backs, Taeyong taps his finger against your hand, bringing your attention to the space between your bodies. You feel a cool, smooth surface touch your fingers and you sit up, looking over to find a plate next to your legs. On the plate sits a pile of bright red, crownless strawberries, and a cloudy white substance next to them.

You turn towards Taeyong, who's still laying on his back in your bed looking at you with twinkling eyes, and ask, “Is this-?”

“Strawberries and whipped cream,” he finishes. “Your favorite.”

He reaches for the plate and balances it on his belly as he lays on his back.

“Come eat.”

You shoot him a quizzical glance before laying your head back on the pillow. You pluck a strawberry from the plate, scoop up some of the cool cream with the bottom, and plop it into your mouth. A burst of juice surges in your mouth as you chew, and you can’t help but feel like you’re sitting in a strawberry field, facing the sun with Taeyong’s smile shining just as bright next to you. This feeling of freedom, like you can be anywhere and everywhere on earth without moving an inch, is what makes you love being with Taeyong; you couldn’t feel this way with anybody else. You proceed to crush the juicy goodness between your teeth, savoring both the vibrant tang of the red fruit and the sugary coolness of the whipped cream.

The hint of mouthwash that once resided on your tastebuds when getting into bed is no longer there. It’s as if you've been bound to your lucid dream with Taeyong forever, not once partaking in the materialistic everyday routine involving brushing your teeth, making food, and going to work. Instead, it seems like the only lifestyle you've ever known is the one in which you bask in his presence in your soft bed, having conversation after conversation about pleasant memories that you somehow don't remember by the time you awaken.

“Mm, I love midnight snacks,” you hum, as you continue to take strawberries from the plate.

“I know. That's why I brought these.”

“Don’t you want some?”

“Nope. I'm only here for you,” he says as his eyes twinkle even in the room’s dimness. Catching sight of his smile once again brings butterflies to your stomach. His smile. Such a healing sight makes it so hard to part ways with it. And those lips. To feel them on yours just once would fulfill you with everlasting bliss.

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“Your smile is so pretty,” Taeyong said in a hushed tone, his face hovering over yours, fingers lightly stroking your cheeks as you lay against your polyester sheets.

Your hands rested upon his shoulders and felt their way up his neck until they reached the sides of his face. “Yours is perfect.”

You yearned to close the space between your faces, but before you could, Taeyong said, “I’m sorry. I should go,” and shifted over to his previous spot on the bed, letting go of you.

“Taeyong-”

“I don't want you to get hurt,” he cut you off. Your perplexed stare sparked guilt in his chest as soon as he spoke. He could practically hear the questions darting in your head at the moment, and in response, all he said was, “Please, trust me.”

You decided to say nothing more upon seeing his soft smile that constantly told you that everything is okay.

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Since that moment, you’ve wondered, what does he mean? How could I possibly get hurt? He wouldn’t hurt me. Yet, you never dared to ask him. The reassuring smile that never seemed to leave his face was the only answer you ever needed.

“All done?” Taeyong asks, pointing at the last strawberry before offering it to you.

You take it from his hand and eat it, nodding to let him know you’ve been satisfied. He sets the plate aside, and with a deep sigh, shuts his eyes and reaches for your hand once again. You allow him to hold your hand, but keep your eyes open just to be sure he's still with you.

The blurred haze hovering over you slowly begins to slip away as you start to feel reality force itself into your space.

“I think it’s best for me to go now,” Taeyong whispers softly, his breath leaving a phantom kiss on your skin.

You shake your head, rumpling the fabric of the pillowcase beneath your head, as you begin to object. “Just a li-”

“I can't stay any longer. I'm sorry.” The glint in Taeyong’s eyes slowly begins to dim down along with the atmosphere of the room, but his soothing smile doesn’t diminish one bit.

Recently, it seems as though you spend less and less time together. You can’t be upset with him, as you know he tries to make the departure as bearable as possible for you. Plus, he keeps his word: he’ll be back. He always comes back. He’s never given a reason as to why he needs to leave so early, but you're sure it must be the same reason he told you he didn't want to hurt you that night. He couldn't possibly hurt you. He's healing. He's therapy.

Yet, he's an obsession. A medicine that you manifested for your survival. He’s the embodiment of your pain turned to healing, and his addictive nature is getting the best of you. You're losing your grip on reality and Taeyong knows it. The stronger your attachment to him becomes, the easier it is to slip away from your real life. Every single morning, you leave more and more of yourself with him when you get out of bed. Every night, the desire to be with him gets stronger. He doesn't want to be responsible for the damage you'll do to your real-life relationships. Nor does he want to be at fault for the crushing guilt you feel when you have to leave your room and face reality every day. If he’s not careful, you’ll become more and more dependent on his presence to heal the legitimate wounds this obsession brings.

He loves you. He wants you too. Just not at the expense of your lucidity. He wants you to be able to live without him. It’s for your own good.

You don’t know of the damage this attachment could bring. Maybe it’s best you do, but the only desire you have is to spend eternity laying next to him in a bundle of linen. If your mattress could swallow you whole and transport you to a place where it's just the two of you, you’d let it.

Your head begins to swim and the white noise that once occupied the space around you starts to fade out. A tugging force on your hand rouses you from your thoughts, and you turn your head to meet Taeyong’s eyes.

“I promise, you’ll see me again.” He gives you a reassuring nod, accompanied by his pretty smile. A sigh leaves your lips, but in response to his consolidating words, you nod back and squeeze on his hand.

“Thank you for the strawberries and cream. It’s always nice having you here.”

His smile becomes one with a glint of sadness. I was never even here. “You’ll always have me.” His gaze darts away from your eyes and a pit begins to form in his stomach knowing he’s feeding your attachment to him. When will the line between dream and reality become completely blurred? It won’t be much longer, but he can’t just leave you forever. You need him. “Enjoy the rest of your sleep.”

With that, you can no longer feel a hand in yours and the only sound you hear is the slight hum of your AC. You run your hand along the cold bedsheets of the empty space next to you and feel an immediate longing for warmth. The bright red light illuminating from your alarm clock indicates you should be asleep for at least another hour before it goes off with its annoying wake-up call. You pull the covers over your body, and with a tart taste at the back of your mouth, you shut your eyes and rest, waiting to be awakened into your clouded reality.

a/n: I highly recommend listening to the song listed in the description. The vibes are just right and the fic correlates with some of the lyrics. It was supposed to be fully fluff but then I’m like damn,,, it’s a shame Taeyong aint even really there lmao and it just developed from there. as most of you know, I’m mainly a fluff writer. Anything that it isn’t purely soft fluffy content is new territory for me haha. With that being said, I hope you enjoyed it ♡

proofread by: @give-seconds @meraki-mark @byunbaekby @orange-nimon-cross @pastelsicheng @heartyyjeno @drydrops891 thank u! ♡

[farfromsugafanfic]

Waiting For Superman

Genre: Superhero AU, Comic Book AU?, Journalist Namjoon, Journalist OC, best friends to lovers, Action, Angst if you squint, Fluff

Pairing: Namjoon/Reader

Warnings: cursing, violence, injury, hospitalization, bombings, hostage situations, kidnapping, uses chloroform to make someone unconscious, alcohol, physics lol

Synopsis: After your father, one of the top antimatter scientists is killed in his laboratory by villain Outlier, you and your best friend, Namjoon survive the only known antimatter bomb, you both go on to be two of the top journalists in Metropolis. Only, there’s something off about you that most people can’t put their finger on. Namjoon is the only one who notices, not even you know your biggest secret. Hoping to protect you from Outlier, Namjoon also guards a secret of his own.

Note: This is the beginning of a new AU series. This is also in the same universe as my Jin imagine, Heartbreak Weather. This story will continue in the background of future installments.

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"Damn," you said, looking through the article proposals for the week. "I have five proposals to do a story on the two weathermen that got together. Is nothing else interesting happening in Metropolis?" Reaching into your desk, you pulled out your lunch consisting only of a slightly too brown banana. You frowned. "I hate to say it, but it's really too bad that Outlier has been so quiet lately."

Namjoon chuckled. "You'd wish for a little peril in Metropolis if it made a good story." His lips curled upward and he adjusted his slightly too large glasses.

You smiled at your head writer's sarcasm. "Just a little peril. Not too much." Turning around to place the accepted and rejected proposals in their respective boxes, you returned to find a bright yellow banana sitting on your desk. It made you pause, but you shrugged as you peeled it open. "Besides, Antimatter Man always stops whatever his antics are."

"It's not always Antimatter Man."

You hummed in response, already marking up an article in red pen. "Most of the time though."

The conversation lulled, but it didn't feel awkward. You'd worked with Namjoon for nearly three years now, but known him much longer. You were his soundboard and he was your common sense.

"Maybe we do a piece on his recent quietness?"

You looked up. Namjoon already met your eyes. He sat with one leg on top of the other, forming a triangle and his arms crossed over his chest. You'd noticed the way his clothes began to fit tighter, stretching over new muscles. It surprised you. Namjoon never seemed like the athletic type. You were more likely to find him studying physics at the city library for his newest piece on Antimatter Man than in the gym building a physique rivaling a marble statue.

"That seems like a good idea." The pen pressed to your lips you didn't notice the way the ink blotted against your lips. "You wanna take it on?"

"Sure." He pushes one leg off the other and stands up. "I'll try to have it to you by morning."

You nod, trusting him fully to have his piece ready for the morning edition. He moved towards the door and you felt as he paused. Even though you weren't looking at him, you could tell the way he stood, with his hand gripping the door frame, his body half in, half out.

"Don't stay too late, Y/N. He might be quiet now, but you know that won't be forever."

You did know. Maybe more than anybody.

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Outlier first started terrorizing the Greater Metropolis area when you were twelve. It started off typical. A few particularly successful bank robberies netted him more than enough money for a lifetime. If it were you, you would've taken the money and moved far away, lived out the rest of your days peacefully. But, Outlier didn't want just the money. 

When you were fifteen, however, it all changed. 

It was nearly 9 pm. Your father had not returned home from work. It wasn't all around unusual. He often pulled long hours at the lab. But you felt an itch at the back of your spine. Like a spider crawling up each vertebrae like a ladder. 

You called Namjoon. He was the only person you knew with a car, and the only one you knew wouldn't ask too many questions. Twenty minutes later, his headlights showed through the curtains of your bedroom. 

"Hey," he said. His voice greeted you, full of exhaustion and the buoy that had bounced back and forth in the water between you. 

Namjoon was your longest friend. You met in Kindergarten when you'd come across Namjoon in the back corner of the playground. Pushed against the pavement, two second graders tore off his glasses and put them on, mimicking his front teeth that stuck out before he got braces in high school.

You'd chased them off, managing to pick up his glasses off the ground. They were still broken, but you helped Namjoon tape them to get through the rest of the day. Since that day, you'd become almost inseparable. That was until you got a boyfriend.

You, of course, accused Namjoon of being jealous when he didn't immediately take to the idea of you and Vincent. Though, despite the accusation, you knew it was far from the truth. It wasn't hard to see that Vincent was bad for you. He was the reason your grades began to drop, why you knew the familiar burn of whiskey down your throat, and why were spending that night--Valentine's Day--alone.

"You haven't heard anything from him?" Namjoon backed out of your driveway before you even managed to get the seatbelt hooked. 

You shook your head. "He normally calls if he's running late."

It takes another twenty minutes to reach your dad's work. Located just outside the city, you could see Longevity Labs ten minutes before you reach it. Up on a hill, it was agonizing watching the building cycle in and out of view with every turn and switchback.

When you get there, you look up to the fourth floor where your father's lab was. The lights were still on and you felt the coil in your chest unravel a little. Though not completely. 

The elevators in Longevity Labs had been broken for years now and you didn't pay them any mind as you walked to the staircase and climbed the four floors. Namjoon stayed close behind, though you didn't speak. It wasn't the first time the two of you had come to the labs together when you'd become worried. After losing your mom when you were young, a burr of worry attached itself to your heart and poked you when your father wasn't home by eight.

The metal of the doorknob felt warm. There were plenty of reasons for that, you rationalized. Your father was one of the top scientists in Metropolis, he worked with all sorts of dangerous things that could need a warm environment, or cause one.

You pushed the door open and met your father's eyes. They were wide open and empty. A silent scream falling from his wide open mouth. Your vision blurred and the thing you remember next is feeling Namjoon's hand on your shoulder as his voice elevated. It was only then you noticed that you weren't alone.

"What are you doing here?" Namjoon asked, his voice like the bark of a guard dog. It surprised you. For a boy of barely sixteen at the time, it felt like he suddenly was a man standing beside you. You were still just a tiny girl.

The man wore a mask. Of course he wore a mask. It was white with two diamond shapes for the eyes, only revealing a small bit of his pupil. The man didn't speak when he opened his hand, a metallic orb drifting upwards. He didn't throw it, but the orb moved quickly, like it was falling.

It was only later you learned that it was rigged to move upward like that. Real antimatter would act just like regular matter, nearly indecipherable. This--while true antimatter--was meant to hold your attention long enough. 

The explosion pushed you towards the ceiling. You woke up to a firefighter reaching for your hand. It was only when you took it and tried to place your feet on the ground that you noticed that you and Namjoon ended up pushed through the wall and into the vent system near the ceiling. He wasn't fully awake, yet his arms still reached for you after you were peeled away from his body.

The two of you were the only known survivors of an antimatter bomb. Well, it was more like a grenade. Your father's lab, body, and work was largely destroyed in the explosion, but for some reason, you and Namjoon survived. It's wide believed that there was something wrong with the bomb. That it didn't attack your living cells. 

You and Namjoon did not come out unscathed. Somehow, you got off fairly easy with a broken collarbone, a concussion, and a few deep cuts around your body. Namjoon, on the other hand, never fully awoke for a week. He'd broken three ribs, one of his lungs collapsed, his head injury much worse than yours, permanent damage to his spine. When he woke a week later, you wanted to envelope him in a hug and never let go. 

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Namjoon found you curled up in the newspaper archives at midnight. He was the only one who knew your Valentine's Day ritual. He moved the papers from your lap and took the glass of wine from your hand before it spilled. Just like every year, the paper was open to your dad's obituary and the news coverage of the explosion.

The edges of the paper were brown and crisped as if they were sixty years old instead of ten. His brow furrowed as he touched them. Between his fingers, the brown edges lightened as he brought them towards the light. 

Ever since that night, your mission was to expose Outlier. You knew he wasn't some superhuman. Your dad worked with antimatter to harness its capabilities for good. For medical applications and using its destruction for renewable energy. Outlier wanted to use antimatter in the way everyone feared. To destroy. 

As he moved the paper with your father's smiling face, he saw another, a jolt running down his spine. The headline took up almost half the page, "New Hero Emerges In Fight Against Outlier."

Outlier's antics became more calculated. Everyone knew he had the capability to use antimatter, but his subsequent movements involved raids of laboratories outside the city and taking a graduate student hostage. No one else died.

It was during the hostage situation that Antimatter first saved the day. It was around a year after your attack and Antimatter Man successfully infiltrated the laboratory and got the hostage to safety before the entire lab exploded. It was only in his next act of heroism that the city realized he was more than just someone who risked his life to save someone. He had powers.

Next time, Antimatter Man disabled a device strapped around a victim's neck with just a touch. It was determined to be a miniature explosive that would've destroyed the man had it gone off. The hero could manipulate antimatter. Destroy it--and was later determined--create it. 

When Antimatter Man caused an explosion in an alleyway, he was lucky that only one bystander died. Like all the previous times he disabled one of Outlier's antimatter devices, he placed his hand on top of it. Instead of feeling the molecules burst like boba, he felt an energy build until it exploded.

Outlier purposely placed a more standard bomb that would explode in the presence of antimatter. It was a test. One Antimatter Man hadn't anticipated. In fact, it was rumored the hero had no idea the full scale of his abilities until that moment. The only reason he came out unscathed is because he was able to clock himself in antimatter to prevent the explosion from destroying him.

Namjoon knew that Outlier knew who Antimatter Man was. While the general public may not know that Antimatter Man was a victim of Outlier, or that he used chunky glasses and the Metropolis Daily to control the public's view of Kim Namjoon and Antimatter Man. Outlier was the only one who knew, not even you.

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The authorities always told you that Outlier may come back. Your father was the most prominent scientist working with antimatter technology and there were likely things Outlier had not figured out yet. He may come for your father's notes. Yet, he never did. 

You weren't too worried about it anymore. It wasn't as if Outlier had a personal vendetta against you or your father. You hadn't seen his face. You'd practically passed out when you saw him, and probably would've had he not dropped the grenade when you locked eyes.

Still, you always watched your back when you walked from the Metropolis Daily office to your apartment. It was only a few blocks, but normally traversed after dark. Sometimes Namjoon came with you, though most of the time you persuaded him to just go back to his own place. Especially this night, you did not want Namjoon to know you didn't plan on going home.

Normally, when you hid your plans from Namjoon, it was because you were heading somewhere dangerous for research. Like the time you drove out into the forest on your own in search of Outlier's supposed hide out, or the time you decided to follow a man suspected to be Antimatter Man. Even as an editor, you still wrote, tending to keep the most hard hitting stories for yourself. Besides, few of your journalists were willing to possibly get close to Outlier. You'd survived once, you felt you could again.

However, this night, you were headed to the club. There was no reason or ulterior motive. You simply wanted to let loose. You knew Namjoon wouldn't like it. He wasn't smothering, he let you make your own decisions and do what you want, but his disapproving and worried looks always cut you deep.

You knew it all came from a place of concern. He always told you how thankful he was that he was with you that night. But, you always fit a pit of guilt in your stomach. Namjoon nearly died because of you. There was no way you were going to let that happen again. 

You'd changed into something sexier before leaving the office, leaving your office clothes in your desk drawer. You always kept an extra set there any way in case you needed to pull an all nighter at the office. It was rare you got to go out and enjoy yourself on a Friday night and you already felt the contentment rising in you as you approached the club and heard the rhythmic thud of bass.

This particular club wasn't one with a line of people which was why you chose it. There was no wait. You could get in and out easily and without fuss. When you didn't get to do things like this often, you wanted to truly get to do them. 

It wasn't long until you lost yourself. In the crowd. In the music. In your thoughts. Or rather, lack thereof. This is why people liked clubbing and loud music. It drowned out your worries. Everything became a constant hum in the back of your skull, where, for once, you could ignore it.

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Namjoon had suspicions. It started when no fruit stayed ripe around you. The way that the microwave always sparked when you tried to make popcorn. And no matter what you did, it always ended up just a little too burnt. Nothing you did was ever quite right, but never quite wrong. 

He always found his way to you whether he wanted to or not. It was as if the particles in his body were attracted to yours. Recognized them like their reflection. You got into a car accident two years ago and Namjoon had left work early that day, having felt an aching in his lower stomach. Fearing appendicitis, his supervisor sent him home. 

He'd walked a block when he came upon it. You were sitting on the sidewalk, your hands pulling at the roots of your hair and your feet pointed towards each other. Something caused you to look up then. Namjoon wondered if you had the same uncanny sense he did, if you could put together when the other was in peril. When you saw him, your arms came around him and your shaking body burrowed into his for warmth.

When he was eighteen and you were seventeen, the two of you briefly shared an apartment. Namjoon had started taking classes at the university and you were in your senior year. While your dad had left everything to you--you were all he had--you sold the house a year after your dad died, unable to live there alone. 

You'd come home one night after a basketball game. Namjoon always encouraged you to go, wanting you to feel like a normal high schooler. Though, while he was well intentioned, the efforts were ultimately fraught. You'd left at halftime because you think the concession stand hot dog made you sick. 

Yet, when you came home. You found Joon spread out on the couch, bottles of alcohol spread around him like the crime scene markers around your dad's body. He'll never forget the light touches on his shoulder, then forehead, then bicep. The way it reminded him of feeling just a little too warm on a winter's night, pleasantly so.

His feet brought him to the entrance of the club and his heart sped up. You never came to places like this, but Namjoon knew you had the secret desire to. You'd always loved to dance even though you weren't particularly skilled at it. He walked inside, loitering at the edges of the dancefloor. 

Namjoon had to keep himself from sneering at the sweaty bodies and couples dry humping each other. He never really understood the appeal of clubs. His eyes flit across the crowd, spotting your hair first. Even though you'd worked all day, you looked beautiful still. Your hair a little frizzier than usual and he recognized the tiredness in the way your moved your body to the bet. It wasn't lazy exactly, but it didn't have the same gusto as some of the others around you. 

He wondered if his feeling had been off. Maybe he was just too on edge lately because Outlier had gone so silent. There was a parasite in the back of his mind that fed him anxieties. Was he planning something big? Had he finally figured out to build the bomb he wanted to? Was he committing lower level crimes Namjoon wasn't privy to? Did he know about you? 

Watching you dance, he shook his head. You weren't in any danger. It was just in his head this time. Turning with his hands in his pockets, he took two steps towards the door of the club when he looked back and caught a glimpse of your smile. It was rare these days and not something he wanted to ruin with his worries.

With a small smile of his own, Namjoon left.

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You ended the night at around two a.m. You'd had two drinks, not enough to make you stumble out on the sidewalk, but enough to make you feel like you were. Taking off your heels, you gripped them in your fingers as you walked back towards your place. The walk should take fifteen minutes, but in your current state, you found yourself sauntering along as if the streets of Metropolis were perfectly safe in the wee hours of the morning.

If it were not for the alcohol in your system, maybe you would've sensed the presence behind you. Maybe you would've seen the dark shadow lingering behind you for the last two blocks. It wasn't until a hand clamped over your mouth, the other clamped around your jaw to prevent you from biting down on your abductor's fingers.

It was then you tasted it on your tongue. The rough, bleached taste of fabric. Something mildly sweet. Like laughing gas at the dentist.

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Namjoon prided himself on his intuition. When you called him the night your father died, he almost ignored it. Nearly blinded by his teenage jealousy, it was a small pain in his stomach that made him answer his phone and rush to you that night. 

He had the same pain now. Just below his ribs this time, he rubbed his fingers along the cotton of his button down as he glanced at your dark, empty office. You hadn't come in for work this morning. No one heard from you last night or this morning. And, despite this being unlike you, no one else seemed concerned. 

You'd gained a reputation for your independence and ability to take care of yourself. You hardly ever asked for help--and while your own mind tended to think that an admirable trait--it only made Namjoon's mind race more. However, this made everyone else go about their day. 

A half hour later Namjoon stood in his boss' office. "I'm not feeling well. Would it be all right if I took the rest of the day off?"

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When you came to, you immediately noticed the lack of rough rope around your wrists or ankles. When you opened your eyes, however, you noticed the white cuffs floating half an inch from your skin. One cuff circled each wrist and another two around each ankle. You knew enough about how Outlier operated to know about these.

First seen in his second major hostage situation following your father's death, these cuffs did not touch the skin. But, if the hostage moves or tries to escape and their skin brushes the edge of the cuff, the invisible antimatter will attack the matter rich skin, flesh, and bone.

The first hostage to have worn these cuffs lost a hand before she understood how they worked. Now, Outlier gained easy compliance with even just the threat of his antimatter cuffs.

"Ah, so you've heard of them?"

Outlier sat across the room. HIs diamond slit mask shrouded in the shadows of the dimly lit room. It made your heartbeat easier knowing he still wore the mask. It meant he didn't plan on killing you. At least, not yet.

"You know--" Outlier paused, a soft lilt in his voice that annoyed you. Normally, the sort of singsong quality he had would make you flutter your lashes at him across the bar. Outlier's voice though, sounded like a children's song slowed down and played backward. "The technology for those cuffs I developed from some of your dad's research."

He stood up, moving closer. "The ability to suspend antimatter around a given object using the only gas in our world that antimatter cannot destroy. Quite brilliant, really."

As a teenager, you really did not know much about your father's research beyond its main goal: make the world better using the one thing that could destroy it. Your father had seen success in his lifetime. The use of antimatter in some medical technology aided the treatment of cancer and detecting major illnesses. It had saved lives. 

You'd looked over a bit of your father's surviving research, of course. The things you had mainly consisted of experiment notes, a few crude sketches, and one report about a failed experiment. Nothing of value, really. It's why you always brushed off Namjoon's worries that Outlier would come back for it. What did you have that he would want?

"I imagine you know why you're here." Outlier was now only a few feet away and he leaned leisurely against the wall as if he were an old friend visiting your new apartment.

"No, I--"

"But, my assistant has something they want from you first."

Your head turned to the darkness in front of you from where Outlier had originally come. You made out the figure of another man. Smaller in stature, he shuffled slowly into the dim light. He didn't wear a mask, his hair falling into his eyes. 

"My report," he said, his voice hesitant, almost scared. If you didn't know any better you'd believe he was the one being held hostage by Outlier. "Do you have it?"

"Your report?" Your brow furrowed as you thought about the one report you had. It detailed only the attempt to create an anti-oxygen particle. "I-I don't think so." 

The air in the room became stuffy. Outlier seemed not to believe you, his arms crossed. You had no idea who Outlier's assistant was, but you were certain that whatever experiment he was a part of, your father would never have done something to make this man resent him. You almost wished you had the report.

"My assistant, you see," Outlier began in his singsong voice. "Suffers from a particular ailment brought on by one of your father's experiments. It tends to leave people, breathless. Isn't that right, Yoongi?"

The other man--Yoongi--glared at his supervillain boss. Something turned in your stomach. Yoongi didn't appear to be overly loyal to Outlier. Maybe he would be your key to getting out of this. 

"Well, that was merely a favor. His report was never recovered and I thought there was a chance you may have it. But, now onto the real reason I've brought you here."Outlier crouched down, coming face to face with you. "Now, for an experiment of my own."

From his jacket pocket, he pulled out a short rod. Holding it above your bindings, the cuff fell limp and motionless against your wrist. You nearly flinched, worried it would begin cutting through the skin. But, it didn't.

Despite his mask, Outlier's form seemed to perk up at that. As if he had the first evidence that his hypothesis was true. With his thick, black gloves, that you were assumed were made of antimatterium--an element created by your father to make the handling of antimatter safer--Outlier slipped the ring off your wrist.

Reaching pack into his pocket, he pulled out a new ring and placed it around your wrist. It looked identical to the last, white, vaguely metallic with a visible field of matter--or possibly antimatter--surrounding it. Stretching it over your hand, he slipped it around your wrist. 

"It should only take a few minutes." 

Outlier stood back up.

"What's the point of this?" you asked, becoming more frustrated that nothing was happening. You knew you should be thankful you are still alive. It would be easy enough to kill you and rummage through your apartment for whatever he wants. Yet, for some reason, he refrained.

"I imagine you can figure that out on your own." Outlier watched the ring around your wrist carefully. "My biggest foe can only have a mind that rivals my own."

Biggest foe? Your mind turned over the possible meanings of his words until it clicked. "You think I'm Antimatter Man?"

Outlier didn't flinch. "Of course."

You laughed. You couldn't help yourself. While you'd never come to face to face with Antimatter Man himself, it was obvious that the superhero was easily many inches taller than you and his shoulders were easily the entire length of one of your arms.

"Me? Of all people?"

"It would make some sense, wouldn't it? Very few people survive the blast from an antimatter bomb. And those that do often acquire certain--capabilities."

You shook your head. "But, I'm not the only one who survived, Nam--"

You were interrupted by the sound of Outlier's surprise as well as the sound of banging from outside the room. Yoongi--who hadn't been paying attention--suddenly popped his head up and glanced towards the door to your left. With so many things happening at once, you chose to only focus on where Outlier's eyes went.

The ring around your wrist had begun to crumble like cheese. Bits falling off as they became too heavy or lost their support. Squinting your eyes you wondered how this was possible. You didn't get a chance to hop on your train of thought before the door burst open.

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Antimatter Man burst into the room. He never wore a specific costume like superheroes were often penchant to do. Normally, he just wore an all black ensemble and a mask, obscuring most of his face. A hat usually then kept his hair hidden, beyond the tiny wisps of light brown you saw peeking out from underneath.

"Let her go," he said, his voice matter of fact and deep and familiar. 

Outlier--to his credit--did seem genuinely surprised. Though, he bounced back quickly, ordering Yoongi to shut the door. The other man did so slowly and pathetically, letting it scrape against the splintered hardwood floor.

"Hmm, well, it would seem your presence here would confirm that my original hypothesis was wrong." A pause and he points down at you. "But I may have a new one."

For some reason, it took you this long to put together that you were destroyed the ring imprisoning your left wrist. Why hadn't the first one crumbled into nothingness like this?

"That ring is made of matter. Like most things in our universe. However, it is designed to crumble when it detects antimatter energy. She produces antimatter energy. Probably in small amounts which is why she and the world haven't destroyed each other yet." He looks back at Antimatter Man who's dark eyes are flitting between you and the villain. "Much like you, my nemesis. You destroy all antimatter you come into contact with through the latent production of pure matter. You really should correct the press on the name, you know?"

Your mind swirled. You created latent antimatter? Did this explain why everything in your life with a timespan seemed to die or wilt quicker than usual? Why people found you just slightly off?

"She has the potential to be my greatest weapon. If I can harness the antimatter inside of her. Determine whatever is producing it, I would no longer need to spend weeks producing such tiny amounts." You were certain that if his mask was off, his face would be lit up like a child's. His hand reached for yours and he pulled you up off the ground. The cuffs shifted with you since both you and the antimatter cuffs were under his control. Would they even work on you though?

Outlier held your back against his chest. It surprised you how much he felt like a normal man. Of course, that's all he was in the grand scheme of it all. Outlier was nothing more than a man desperate for something.

"No!" Antimatter Man sounded almost desperate. "Don't hurt her! She's been through enough. She didn't ask for it. She didn't even know about it. Please just let her go. I'll--" You can also hear the thoughts turning in his mind. "You can have me instead."

Your eyes went wide. Antimatter Man seldom placed himself directly into Outlier's hands. He was known for foiling the villain's plans remotely, sometimes even not showing up to the scene. And, even when they did come face to face, it was usually brief. What made this so different? What made you different?

Also, why did he talk like he knew you? Sure, your story had been in the papers a long time ago? You occasionally met a stranger who would recognize your name, but it was becoming less and less common with every passing year. How did Antimatter Man know you?

Outlier's grip on you tightened. One of his hands reached down for your wrist and held it up. Taking hold of the cuff, he brought it within millimeters of your skin. 

"Now, let's be civilized about this. If you were truly worried about this girl because of her past, you wouldn't have let me take her in the first place."

Antimatter Man gulped. His body was stiff and his hands opened and closed. It reminded you of how Namjoon kept a stress ball in his desk drawer for whenever he had a stressful day. He'd squeeze and release it a few times in time with his breaths, getting out of his head. 

"Yoongi," Antimatter Man said, his breath tickling the shell of your ear. "Open the back door for me would you?"

Yoongi didn't move. His gaze was hard, but not in a way that felt piercing or like he was looking through you. He was thinking.

"Yoongi," the villain said again. 

Yoongi didn't move.

Antimatter Man took the opportunity and lunged. It was a risk. The cuffs still encircled one wrist and both your ankles. As you fell backward, it felt as if the world moved in slow motion, you watched your wrist fling back, hitting the ring of the cuff and bounce back, completely unharmed.

You land on Outlier's chest, but his grip on you loosened. You got up but immediately felt your legs give out. Someone caught you and you looked up to see Yoongi looking down at you. He didn't speak, or really show any expression beyond motioning to the back of the room where there was a door concealed within the wall. Likely, this was the back door Outlier wanted him to open earlier.

Even though Yoongi was working with Outlier, you felt like you were free. Something told you he was helping you. The man obviously did not swear much loyalty to the villain. You reached and pulled the cuffs off, causing Yoongi's eyes to widen and you felt his arms waver as you tossed them in Outlier's direction, hoping one would at least chink his antimatter protective armor.

Someone winced. And you recognized it. It was the same pain you heard that night when the bomb went off and you felt Namjoon's body wrap around yours. When he woke up in the hospital and you couldn't help but hug him, forgetting he had multiple broken ribs. Even in his pain, he didn't stop you.

"Oh my God." 

You wrestled out of Yoongi's grasp. Outlier--seemingly not really wanting to fight--ran as soon as Antimatter Man fell to the ground. The cuff had sliced through his clothes and a gash opened on his leg. You crouched next to him and reached for the gash, applying as much pressure as possible 

"It's not as bad as it looks. It'll heal by tomorrow."

You looked up at him and met his eyes. It was him. It had to be. You reached up for the edge of the mask. He didn't stop you, his dark eyes watching your hand as you reached up and revealed his identity. 

Namjoon.

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15. For the smutty one liners

Title: Down the Drain

Sentence: “I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment.”

Summary: After a hard day of training, Wanda and Vision figure out a way to wash the bad day down the drain.

Rating: Explicit

Your true power is in owning your talents. Only then can you truly control them.

The mantra had been drilled into Wanda’s head hour after hour by senior members of the team helping her train that day. They covered everything from aim to intention all the way back down to accepting herself. 

She was exhausted. 

Her hands ached from overuse. Each knuckle throbbed in protest as she grabbed her bag and slung it over her shoulder. The only thing left between her a her shower now was a walk across the compound to her room.

Each step felt like there were cinderblocks attached to her feet. She'd stood too long contorting her frame in odd formations and now her body was betraying her in ways she didn't think possible.

She tried to ignore it, trudging through the aches and pains until she finally saw her room's door come into view. She'd had enough of magic that day, so she turned the knob and pushed open the door with her shoulder, dropping her bag down right at the entrance and toeing out of her shoes before she even turned on the light.

It was then that she saw the figure in her bed.

"Vis?" She squinted, using the remaining light of the day to just make out the shape of her boyfriend sitting on her bed. "Is everything ok?"

When she clicked on the light next to her bed, his full form came into view. Her eyes scraped down his body. Broad shoulders, wide chest, slender hips and...

He was naked. Completely and unabashedly naked, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination.

“I know I should care about the reason why you’re naked in my bed, but I will just enjoy it for a moment."

Wanda wasted no time climbing into her bed, prompting Vision to scoot over to make room as she wedged herself against his body, burying her face in his chest. One leg hitched up and came to rest between Vision's knees, while his arms wrapped around her protectively.

Vision laid a kiss on the top of Wanda's head. "What's wrong, love?"

Wanda sighed, her voice muffled against Vision's chest. "It was so difficult today. They just wouldn't let up. Every part of me hurts."

Vision held her tighter to his chest. "What can I do for you? How can I help?"

"Would it be too much to ask you to run a shower for me?" Wanda asked. "I feel so gross but I couldn't resist joining you in bed for a few minutes. I'm afraid if I don't get up and shower now, I'll lay here all night with you and never do it."

Wanda felt Vision's arms leave her body and immediately wanted to change her mind. Wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back down on the bed with her. Instead, she decided on a different idea.

She enjoyed the view as she watched Vision get up from the bed and walk away toward the bathroom. "Vis?" she called.

He turned around. "Yes?"

"Join me in the shower?" She smiled at him. "Then maybe you can tell me why you were naked on my bed?"

"It was a poorly executed plan, that's all," Vision said, hand on the bathroom doorknob. "I overheard Sam talking to Steve about a time he tried something similar and wanted to replicate the act. But then you came in looking completely drained. I knew I’d made a mistake. Besides, your idea is so much better." He disappeared into the bathroom and before long, Wanda heard the shower running.

Hopping off the bed and plucking her robe from the hook on the back of her door, she entered the bathroom. Right away, she noticed that Vision was already in the shower waiting for her. She silently watched him through the glass, hands pressed against the tiles, head down as the water cascaded down his body. He was beautiful to look at, especially when he didn't realize he was being watched.

Wanda opened the shower door and cleared her throat, pulling Vision away from the water. He smiled at her as she peeled off her shirt and dropped it to the floor.

"May I?" Vision asked, reaching out to toy with the front clasp of Wanda's bra.

"Please."

Wet hands swiftly undid the clasp as the fabric went slack over Wanda's breasts. With a shrug of her shoulders, the bra fell away before she wiggled out of the rest of her clothes and took Vision's waiting hand. She stepped into the steamy shower and closed the door behind her.

The warm water enveloped Wanda, washing over her sore body and melting away the tenseness she’d been feeling since her training ended. Behind her, Vision closed in, his head dipping down to her ear.

“Relax, darling,” he whispered, running the back of his hand down Wanda’s side. “Let me take care of you.”

Wanda stayed under the shower stream, listening to Vision fiddle with her soaps, mumbling under his breath about which one to choose.

"How about lavender?" Wanda offered, smiling to herself over Vision's soap dilemma. "That one always relaxes me."

"Lavender it is," Vision said, getting quiet once more.

Soon, Wanda felt the familiar sensation of her loofah sponge against her back and shoulders, a rich lavender scented lather covering her body as Vision tended to her.

He took his time, slowly dragging the sponge over the curve of Wanda's ass and around to the front, gently prodding her legs apart to reach her most intimate spots.

It was no surprise to Wanda that her body began to response to Vision's ministrations, however innocent he intended them to be. His hands on her could always get a rise out of her. She felt that pulsing ache start between her legs and she took a deep breath in as Vision continued. He moved up to her stomach, brushing gentle, soapy circles around and up to her breasts.

Wanda caught Vision's hand, stopping him so she could grab the loofah and drop it to the shower floor. She reached behind her, finding his other hand and guiding it to her breast, urging him to squeeze and play with the mound.

"Are you sure?" Vision asked, unmoving. "If you're not feeling up to it I don't want you to feel-"

"Vis," Wanda said, cutting him off. "I wouldn't have asked you to join me if I didn't think this was going to happen."

Vision said nothing, but Wanda knew she'd gotten through to him when she felt his body pressed against hers and his hands started to move. First, to make sure she was fully rinsed off, but then a hand was back on her breast. Fingertips swirled over her hard nipple as Vision's other hand traveled between her legs to play with her clit.

As Vision's fingertips worked her sensitive areas, Wanda reached back and grabbed hold of his semi-hard cock, pumping his length in a slow and teasing rhythm, the pain in her hands all but forgotten. He dropped his head into the crook of her neck, leaving a trail of kisses along the curve and down her shoulder.

They worked each other other -- moans almost muted by the shower's steady noise -- until Wanda's pussy was slick with her arousal. She could feel Vision, now rock hard in her hand, gently bucking his hips forward a silent indicator that he was as ready as she was.

With a quick turn, Wanda was now facing Vision, his cock pressing against her belly as she pulled him down into a kiss. Their lips didn't leave each others as Vision moved them both forward until Wanda's back hit the shower wall. Instinctively and without discussion, Vision held only the back of Wanda's thighs -- just below her ass -- while she wrapped her legs around his waist.

Vision took his hand away just long enough to position himself at Wanda's entrance. With a quick thrust, he was sheathed inside of her warm walls. With Wanda's legs wrapped tightly around his waist, she kept him close as he pumped into her, using the grip he now had on her ass to make his thrusts deeper.

They kept a steady, calm rhythm, using kisses to stifle moans that may have traveled beyond the shower's walls. Each thrust brought Wanda closer to the edge, her clit getting full attention from the weight of Vision's body against hers.

As she came, her cries were cut off by Vision's lips on hers. With the whole team milling around the compound, the last thing they needed was to be heard. She rode out her orgasm with Vision's cock still deep inside her, her walls clenching around him.

With her orgasm subsiding, she dropped her legs from Vision's waist and he let her down, his cock sliding out of her, much to his chagrin.

"Your turn," Wanda said, dropping to her knees in front of Vision.

She took him in her hand and gave him a few pumps before wrapping her mouth around the head of his cock, swirling her tongue around a few times before taking him as deep as she could. She wrapped her hand around the part of the shaft she couldn't fit in her mouth and as she bobbed her head and took him in and out she stroked the rest of him.

Vision's hands tangled in her wet hair, his hips bucking forward in shallow thrusts in response to Wanda working him with her mouth.

"Wanda," he finally murmured, stilling his hips. "Wanda, I'm about to come."

Wanda stayed put, continuing to suck and stroke Vision until he came, doing her best to swallow as much as she could as he emptied himself. Normally, she'd pull away and finish him with her hand. And while it may not have been perfect -- In fact, she may have made a bit of a mess -- she'd been wanting to try to completely finish him with her mouth. Now that she had, she could only get better at it in the future.

"I'm sorry," Vision said, pulling his softening cock from Wanda's mouth. "I couldn't hold back any longer."

Wanda shook her head. "I wanted to do that, Vis. You didn't do anything wrong."

Relief filled Vision's features. He gave Wanda his hand and helped her up from the floor, embracing her when she stood.

"Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

"Much," Wanda assured him. "But I should probably actually take that shower now before we run out of hot water."