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Everything that I Wanted (2)

Eddie Munson x F!Reader / Billy Hargrove x F!Reader 

Word Count: 5k 

Synopsis: Love triangle between your best friend Eddie and your first boyfriend, Billy Hargrove that spans over many years as you get everything you think you ever wanted. However, your life doesn’t play out how you expected it, starting from the first time you’re asked out on a date. 

Warnings: 18+ MDNI; SMUT (oral m receiving), angst, language, depictions of a toxic relationship (manipulation, coercion/guilting & isolation from peers)

A/N: Comments & Reblogs are always appreciated! Please let me know what you think! Thank you so much @munsonsmixtapes @punkrockmlchael @keeryhours @losingmygrasponreality for letting me talk to y'all and reading this for me!

PART ONE

It was obvious to Eddie why you never called him, when he sees you walk into school on Billy’s arm. From the outside, you looked like you were head over heels in love with Billy and Eddie could barely stomach the thought. Everyone at school is staring at you, it feels like- but of course they are. Suddenly, a freak of Hawkins is walking into school with Billy Hargrove’s arm slung around her shoulder. It’s a spectacle that makes you shy away and makes Billy cockier than before, thriving on the attention he’s getting. Eddie feels like his heart has been ripped from his chest, knowing that you’d rather be with Billy devastates him. 

He should’ve said something sooner. He regrets bottling up this affection he holds for you. Selfishly, he thought he had more time- more time to make you see how perfect you both are for each other. You’re with Billy and he feels like it's his fault. You felt so lonely, and undesirable, and Eddie is convinced he made you feel that way by keeping his feelings locked up. Billy’s going to hurt you, break your heart, and he feels helpless like he can’t save you. Do you even have to be saved? 

Billy notices Eddie looking, Hellfire congregating around Gareth’s locker. He smirks, giving Eddie a knowing look before giving Eddie a little show. Billy whispers something in your ear, making you giggle before turning you so your back is to your locker and he kisses you, tongue slipping into your mouth and his hands sliding into the back pockets of your jeans. Anger boils over in Eddie’s chest, he knows exactly what Billy is doing. He can’t give the jerk the satisfaction if he stays and watches the spectacle. He mumbles something about needing a smoke to Jeff, making an excuse to leave, slamming the side door behind him. 

The PDA makes you uncomfortable, hating how it seems like everyone’s eyes are on you. Despite the uneasiness you feel inside, you can’t help but melt at the way Billy is touching you, at how he’s letting everyone know that he wants you. It’s dizzying. So, you fold, giving into his touch and letting him kiss you however he likes. When he pulls away, he’s grinning like a little kid, pressing his forehead to yours. 

“We gave them quite the show, princess,” he whispers, caressing your sides, and you see how he’s talking about your friends- most of Hellfire standing there stunned. “Remember what we talked about,” he whispers close to your ear, sending a shiver up your spine. You look over at Gareth, and his eyes search yours. You can practically hear what he’s thinking. What the actual fuck? Or something along those lines. You’d never seen Gareth look- disappointed. It gutted you. 

“You know… I know you and everyone else thinks Hellfire is like this weird satanic cult, but honestly, Billy- they are just a bunch of geeks. D&D is just a game… It's a lot of fun. Maybe if you came with me-”

“Not happening,” he deadpans. “Princess, I don’t think they’re good for you…”

He takes your books and carries them, which honestly catches you off guard. He also surprises himself, not sure what’s coming over him. He tries not to think about it too much, leaving the thoughts by the door as you both walk into your chemistry class. Plopping the books on the work table, he slides his stool closer to yours so your shoulders brush. 

“I think if you played, you’d like it,” you try to insist. Billy tries his best to not roll his eyes and scoff. He shakes his head. 

“No I wouldn’t,” he says, his tone a little curt. You pretend it doesn’t hurt your feelings and just continue talking. You loved the game- and you found yourself wanting to share with him. Plus, sometimes when you get started on a topic you love, you have trouble dropping it. 

“Come on, just try it, please?” you ask, wide pleading eyes making him cave. He hates it- that you manage your way under his skin like this. The effect you have on him is something he can’t explain. It’s not something he’s ready to unpack- he doesn’t want to see that part of himself. 

“I’m not going to waste a Friday night with those freaks,” he says, his hand rubbing your back, “Not when there’s much better things I can think of- that would just be me and you.” He smirks, but you miss it- too preoccupied with pulling your pouch of dice out of your backpack. Billy blinks, taken aback at your complete disregard to his flirting. 

“No, we can just play right now,” you smile, opening up your notebook to a blank page and emptying the pouch contents out onto it. “Please, just try it- I promise you’ll have fun…”

“Fine,” he rolls his eyes. 

“So imagine you’re in the woods- you have a sword sheathed at your side, a dagger on your leg and a shield in your arm,” you begin setting the scene. “In the distance, you hear a noise- like the heavy footsteps of an animal. What do you do? What do you want to know?” 

You’re setting the scene in such a way that Billy is pulled into the storytelling almost immediately. You watch how he legitimately ponders the question and you can watch him thinking through the options. You can’t help but smile, happy to see his willingness to try even if only to appease you. 

“Um, what direction did the noise come from?” He asks, and it makes his heart swell when you seem giddy at his question. 

“So we don’t have a character sheet, so I’m just gonna fudge the stats. But you’d do a perception check- and based on how you roll, you’d see if you can answer that.” You pick up the dice and drop them into his hand. He looks down at them, rolling his eyes, but still rolls anyways. “Good roll,” you beam, and he can’t help but smile at the compliment. “You’re a natural,” you praise. 

“So you can tell that the noise is coming from the North, maybe North East. It’s coming from about 30 feet away. You also know that these woods are known to have dangerous species. How would you proceed?” 

“Do I recognize the sound?” He asks, hanging onto your words. He won’t admit it, but you have him sucked into this story, thrilled at the opportunity to play the hero. 

“The dice will tell you,” you tease and Billy rolls again. “Yes, you recognize that it's a chimera- the dangerous fire breathing beast that has the body of a goat, the heads of a lion and a goat and the tail of a serpent… you also know that their joints are their weak spots.”

“Do I know how to defeat one?” Billy asks, rolling before you even need to tell him. It makes you smile, biting your lip- happy to be seeing this side of him. He looks to you to decipher his role. 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, well,” he rubs his face with his hands like he’s actually in this situation. You find it endearing, “I wanna try to attack and kill it,” he says, nodding to himself like he’s convincing himself he made the right decision. He holds his breath as the dice roll across the table. 

“You did it!” You exclaim excitedly, wrapping your arms around him in congratulations. He chuckles, hugging you back. Warmth spreads throughout him, proud of his accomplishment and also as a reaction to your excitement. He won’t admit how much he actually enjoyed it. 

“Okay, sure,” he shrugs, but you can see through it. You know he had fun. 

“This is all Hellfire is,” you explain gently, hoping to convince him to change his mind- to show him that all you and your friends care about is a game. “Do you see why I like it?” you ask softly, hoping you showed him enough to make him understand. However, you around Eddie- all those other guys- not something he would want in any context, even if it was just D&D. The idea that you still are insistent on staying in the club upsets him- he should be enough for you. 

“I know you love it, princess,” he whispers, kissing your temple. “But those guys aren’t good for you- they aren’t good for us. They aren’t interested in friendship- they are just pretending to be your friends… Trust me, please? I don’t want you hanging out with other guys… You’re my girl, right? Not there’s…” 

You know deep down that this is wrong. If you weren’t so wrapped up in it, you’d be able to see the way Billy is trying to isolate you- keep you for himself. But, you can rationalize those apprehensions away so well. He’s your boyfriend, and he’s setting a boundary in your relationship- that’s normal. This is a sacrifice people need to make sometimes for the sake of their relationship. Why does it have to be so hard? You nod, giving in to his request- you think it's the right thing to do. 

You find Eddie at his locker in the middle of the day, and you take a deep breath- bracing yourself for the hard conversation you need to have with him. This is tearing you apart inside but it’s something that you think you need to do- thinking you’re doing it for the good of your relationship. 

“Hey, can we talk?” you ask, and Eddie can tell sometime is wrong. He closes his locker and leans against it. He sighs, and you can tell he’s upset. You already know it was about Billy- you don’t need to ask. You gulp, bracing yourself for how he’s going to react. 

“What’s up?” He asks, faking indifference. “I see your date was a big success…”

“Oh.. um, yeah,” you shuffle on your feet awkwardly, not able to meet his eyes. “Listen, I just needed to let you know I need to take a break from Hellfire for a little bit…”

“Is Billy making you do that?” Eddie asks, his eyes full of concern. You try to brush it off. 

“No, no, no,” you lie, “It’s not him. I just… I have a lot of projects and assignments coming up right now that I really need to focus on so I just thought it would be best if I take a break from Hellfire for a little while… not a big deal, you know?”

Eddie says your name, worry laced in his voice. This isn’t you talking, he knows that this was Billy’s doing. “Are you telling me the truth?” he asks, his voice cracking a little, unable to hide how upset he is. 

“Yeah, you know- I just need the time to focus on getting my grades up a little bit.” Eddie knew you were straight As and Bs, you out of anyone in the group didn’t need to get their grades up. He nods, pursing his lips and you know he’s holding back on saying something else to you. This hurts worse than a breakup, you can imagine. “It’s just for now, you know?” You continue, and you know that Eddie knows you’re lying. 

“Yeah, whatever you think you have to do…” 

“Okay,” you say, taking a shaky breath, holding back the tears that are welling up at Eddie’s indifference. “I’ll see you around then,” you say quickly, before walking away. You walk quickly, arms crossed over your chest with your head down. Eddie watches helplessly as you storm into the girls bathroom. He bangs his head up against the locker. 

“Stupid, fucking, stupid,” he says to himself, with each syllable he hits his forehead off the metal. He runs a hand through his hair, and he feels like he can’t breathe. The hallways are too congested, he feels trapped- he can’t be in this god awful building anymore. He brings a cigarette to his lips and makes a beeline for the parking lot. Fuck this place. He can’t be here knowing you’re here- with Billy. Somewhere at any given moment while he’s walking the halls alone, you’re here falling in love with someone else. Someone who isn’t him. 

Billy wasn’t sure how he managed to end up here. In all honesty, he didn’t expect to talk to you again after Saturday night, but now he’s here- walking you to class, holding your books, observing you all day at his side. He doesn’t understand what’s happening to him- how you have this effect on him. It supposed to be a hook-up- a conquest to check off of his list. 

Suddenly, he’s scared. Scared of whatever this is, scared of the unknown feelings that are swelling in his chest and most of all, scared of it ending. The paranoia fuels him to keep you close- wrapping himself around you so no one else could get in. It’s all he knows- he doesn’t understand this, he doesn’t understand you- he just knows fear, which is why he’s holding on too tight to whatever this is with you. 

After a couple of weeks, you’d never been more miserable. Billy confused you, and you never knew which version of him you would be getting. If it was just the two of you, he’d be sweet and attentive. He’d bring you to his house after school and you’d accompany him to pick up his little sister beforehand. You’d sit on his bed together and he’d rest his head in your lap or you’d lay against his chest. He’d let you run your fingers through his blonde curls and you’d make out until you fell asleep tangled up in each other's arms. 

At school, he was possessive. Guarded and closed off, it was like a shield went up and you couldn’t get through. It was like a performance and you didn’t know the steps so you had to pretend. You felt as though you needed to tip toe, hyper vigilant about things that could set him off. He’d show you affection but it didn’t feel like it was for your sake- but more like a tool, showing off for other people. Jealousy coursing through his veins, his arm would wrap tightly around you but instead of feeling loved- you felt trapped. 

You miss your friends, Eddie most of all. You catch yourself from approaching him, and you can’t help yourself as you stare longingly from across the cafeteria to your old seat at their table which remains empty. You wonder what they’re talking about, what they are planning for the most recent campaign, if they miss you even a fraction as much as you miss them. You watch as Gareth makes Eddie laugh, and the sound reverberates across the room. It makes your chest ache. More than anything you want to be in on the joke that made him laugh like that. 

“You okay, baby?” Billy asks, a whisper against your ear. His arm snakes around your waist and he rests his chin on your shoulder. He nudges your hair out of his way with his face, before leaving a trail of kisses on your neck. As you melt into his touch, he locks eyes with Eddie from across the room. He discreetly flips him the bird from behind your back before pulling you up from your seat and leading you out of the room. 

Eddie can’t take his eyes off of you as you walk out. He didn’t even know his jaw was clenched until Gareth elbows him and he feels the muscles release their tension. He hated everything about this. He resented Billy- jealousy coursing through his veins. He resented you for throwing away your friends for some guy. He also hates himself for not speaking up and just telling you how he felt. 

He knows Billy is telling you everything you want to hear. Like a snake that slithered its way into your head, filling it up with lies. He feels hopeless- not sure that you’d listen to him if he tried to talk to you anyways. He knows in his chest that Billy is keeping you from Hellfire. He just can’t figure out what Billy’s game is. He just knows he can’t bear watching this unfold. 

Your absence is looming in every aspect of his life these past few weeks. The empty seat at their lunch table was just the most apparent, just like the empty seat at Hellfire to his right. You haven’t called him or spoken to him even except to essentially break up with Hellfire. You haven’t spoken to Gareth- blowing him off when you had promised him a ride to The Hideout for a gig. You never came to Eddie's house after school- your sweatshirt still sits over his desk chair. Evidence that you were once a constant was all that lingered- your tapes in his stereo, your favorite snacks in Wayne’s pantry, your handwriting in the margins of his copy of The Hobbit… 

After school, your routine has changed. The days where you’d smoke with Eddie in his trailer and stare at the vent in the ceiling has been replaced to afternoons where you’re twisted up in Billy’s bedsheets, making out for hours. You could tell he was losing his patience with you, that he wanted things to progress further. You’d shy away, and he’d get angry; he wouldn’t say anything- just separate himself from you and grab his pack of cigarettes and you’d sit in silence completely guilt ridden while he smoked and stewed. He’d drive you home without ever talking about it. And he’d kiss you goodbye everytime like it never happened. It was so confusing. 

You’d resolved you needed to break this cycle. If you maybe you had felt differently on this particular Saturday night, you might have thought to break up with him. You might have realized how bad for you this was. However, despite his flaws- Billy was undeniably gorgeous. It made it increasingly difficult for you to decipher the red flags when his eyes are that just fucking blue. You were just a girl- with a very hot boyfriend who seemingly wanted you badly. Your resolve was crumbling with every passing day. 

But something was holding you back- you weren’t ready to fully give yourself to Billy. You couldn’t even think about it without using euphemisms in your mind, literally feeling too embarrassed by the thoughts you were having to ever properly express them. You also wanted your first time to be something more special than just Billy’s bedroom on a random night. You wanted something special, and figured when you were ready, you’d know. You’d feel it, and with Billy- it didn’t happen like you thought it would. 

But now, your head is resting on the back of Billy’s pillows and his body towers over yours as he slips his tongue in your mouth. You can practically feel him smirking against your lips as a soft moan escapes your lips. His hands rest on either side of your head, keeping him from putting his full weight on top of you. You like gently tugging on his curls and the way it makes him growl so lowly. You loved being the one to elicit those types of sounds from him. Billy took the lead everytime, but today you wanted to try something. 

“Billy,” you mumble against his lips, reluctantly pulling away from the kiss. Billy sighs, resting his face in the crook of your neck.

“Hmm?” His tone is irritated, but he continues nipping at your neck. You can tell he thinks you’re wanting to stop. 

“I wanna try something,” you whisper, and it makes him freeze. You feel a slight apprehension now that you’ve initiated- worried that you’re going to be bad at it. Suddenly, you’re a little more self-conscious about this idea of yours than you felt a few minutes ago. 

“Oh yeah?” he asks, smiling at you and he bites his lip. “What is it, princess?” He moves a strand of hair out of your eyes and he’s gazing down at you, eyes flickering between your eyes and your lips. His tongue darts out to wet his lips as he waits for you to tell him what you want. 

“I-um, I don’t really know…,” you stumble to find your words, the way he’s looking at you making your head dizzy. “It’s gonna sound so stupid…”

“Use your words, baby,” he coaxes, kissing your jaw again, making you shiver. “‘M not gonna judge, princess.” You release a shaky breath. 

“I wanna make you feel good,” you trail off, your eyes shutting tight, wincing at how awkward you sound. Billy kisses your lips, his hands finding your skin under your t-shirt. 

“Oh yeah?” He asks, against your lips, teasingly. “Wanna make you feel good too, princess.” 

“I just- never did it before.. I’m worried I’m gonna be really bad at it…” you try to explain. Billy’s hunched over your body, your shirt pushed up so he can kiss up the length of your torso. 

“Are you asking to suck my cock, baby?” He smiles, a mischievous look in his eyes as he gazes up at you. A shy, embarrassed smile spreads across your face and you shrug. 

“Yes, I guess so,” you reply, a little coy. 

“Fuck, princess,” he groans, connecting his lips to yours once more. He slips his hands into the back pockets of your jeans, squeezing your ass. While simultaneously, he moves to kneel on the beg, pulling you up to rest on his thighs as without breaking the kiss in one fluid motion. Your legs wrap around his torso. “Can’t just say things like that…,” he continues, his voice in a low whisper. His hands slide up your back, feeling the soft skin under your shirt. 

“Can you take this off for me, baby?” he asks, and you abide. He holds you steady as you pull the shirt over your head and toss it to the floor. You lean down and reconnect your lips to his. You rest your hands on his shoulders, bunching up his shirt in your fists- wanting to peel all the layers away. 

“Fuck,” he smirks. “Someone’s needy… aren’t you, Princess?” You can’t even find it in you to care that he’s teasing you, you just want to see more of him. He helps you pull the shirt away, revealing his perfectly toned chest.  

He lays back, pulling you down with him so now you’re on top. Straddling his waist and sitting up as you  unhook your bra, you look down at him. There’s a cheeky grin on his face as he literally rests his arms behind his head, and his eyes shamelessly look you up and down and you can feel the large bulge in his jeans pressing against you. The idea that he’d been the only one to see you like this had him painfully hard. 

“Shit, baby,” he draws out, eyes still grazing over your whole body as you let your bra fall onto the bed.  His knuckles trail up the curve of your side, and he bites his lip. “Look at you,” he marvels, “so fucking pretty.” You lean down to kiss his again, your tongue slipping into his mouth.  

Still with your lips on his, you wiggle out of your jeans- now wishing you wore something cuter than just your plain cotton panties. It’s not like you had anything much sexier anyways. But you realize that doesn’t matter much when Billy moans against your lips as his fingertips graze the little wet spot that’s formed on the fabric. 

“You wet for me, Princess?” He teases, his fingers now teasing the length of your slit from over your panties. “Are you wet thinking about this cock in your mouth?” His words make you whimper and then he grinds his hips up to yours- the sensation making you practically cry at how good it felt to relieve some of the friction. He grins, biting his lip- loving the way you’re reacting to him. “Gonna have to take these off,” Billy muses, glancing down at the jeans still on his body. He leans up, kissing your cheek, your jaw, your neck, your chest… while he unbuttoned his jeans to make it easier for you to tug them down. Your eyes widen when his cock hits against his stomach as he kicks his jeans and boxers off in one motion. 

You experimentally wrap your hand around his base, shyly looking for him to give some instruction. He smirks and then rests his larger hand over yours, guiding you through how to jerk him off. The feeling has him quickly falling back against the pillows, his eyes closed shut from the pleasure it’s bringing him. Seeing him react to your touch like this only encouraged you, wanting to see him fall apart. 

You don’t really know what you’re doing, but you decide it’s best to just follow your instincts- Billy would tell you if he didn’t like something, you’re sure. When his eyes meet yours again you wink, playfully and he thinks he might die. You watch him watch you from under your eyelashes as you finally dip your head down and press soft kisses to his aching tip. 

Billy hates when things are slow. He’d always been the type to want the instant gratification- for him, sex was just about the chase to feel good, never the act itself. He’d go hard and fast, wanting whoever he was with to just do the same. Fast and rough was safe- it’s was impersonal. It kept him guarded and in control. This? This was so different than any other time a girl had blown him and he worried he’s gonna blow his load early from how scaringly intimate it feels. 

A girl has never sensually made out with his cock, it’s always been fast and messy and loud. Going slow like you’re going- taking time to explore him and learning what feels good makes his heart swell. Your hesitant kitten licks and your tongue grazing along his slit like you want to taste absolutely everything he’s going to give you makes him want to spill his seed all over your pretty face right this second. His hands tightly grip at his sheets and your name falls from his lips like a prayer. 

“You’re so fucking good at this, baby,” he praises, his hand coming up to cup your face. Cupping your cheek, he gently leads you down so your lips fully wrap around his cock and fuck, it just feels too goddamn good. His hand moves to hold back your hair but he refrains from pushing you down, not wanting to scare you away. He didn’t think he could be this delicate and it’s scaring him as much. But god, you looked so fucking pretty with your lips around his cock. 

Hollowing your cheeks, you do your best to fit his whole length in your mouth until it hits the back of your throat. Moaning contently when you’re able to relax your mouth around his length, creating a steady rhythm as you bob up and down. This feels right, and it feels good looking up at Billy and watching him look at you like this. He bites his lip, and sweat forms on his brow. His chest rises and falls unsteadily as he tries to catch his breath. “Oh fuck…,” he drawls as he feels your tongue swirl around his length. 

Switching it up, you pull away and a long strand of your saliva connects your lips to his cock. He stares at it, mouth agape and he thinks it’s maybe the sexiest thing he’s ever seen as you begin to pump his cock in your hands again. When the line breaks, it lays on your chin and he swipes it away with his thumb for you with wide eyes. 

“God, baby- shit, I’m so fucking close..” 

He pulses in your hand and his entire body shakes as he finishes, making a mess on your hand and his torso. He swears you made him see fucking stars, and his entire body falls limp- sinking back into the mattress. He can’t catch his breath and his mind is spinning at just how good that felt. It rattles him to his core- like how everything else you do seems to affect him in ways he never thought possible. 

“Was- was that okay?” You ask, resting back on your heels. He opens his eyes to you hesitantly, and experimentally  sucking his cum off your fingers and he thinks he’s going to go into shock. He throws his head back again, not even able to bear looking at the sight of you right. He couldn’t, he was already too overwhelmed. 

“Uh, yeah,” he manages to croak out unsteadily. He can’t think straight. He reaches over for some tissues and begins to clean himself up. He doesn’t miss the way the wet spot on your panties has gotten larger and fuck if he doesn’t want to do something about it. It’s all already been too much. He can’t let himself fall down into whatever this is. “That was, uh, that was- um, that was really good…” 

You don’t interpret Billy’s reaction as a good thing. You try to hide it as your face falls, worried you did something wrong as he begins to pull away again- like every time you think you’re getting closer. Suddenly, you’re hyper aware of everything- the fact that you’re practically naked, the fact that you’re sweaty and feel gross, the fact there’s still an ache between your legs that now feels almost painful as you realize your actions probably won’t be reciprocated. He’s not able to offer the reassurance that you need and you don’t have the courage to ask for it. He kisses you, pulling up his boxers and his jeans as he gets up. He heads to the bathroom, leaving you alone with your anxiety and your spiraling thoughts.

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[lsunstreakerl]

v fun for the prompt thing! how about motogp max + all the ways charles tries to 'casually' arrange a hangout with him

- time travel anon, who is actually sim rig anon, and I'm just going to give myself an emoji actually

- 🎮

LMAO emoji might be the best way to go. wouldn't want to accidentally baptize you a third time. this ended up being 1.1k words and it's still technically only two separate incidents, but like- Charles is so down bad I simply couldn't condense it.

"So like- I am thinking it is like this, yes?"

Charles grins brightly at Carlos, who is staring blankly at him from the other side of the hotel bed.

"Charles- I am right here. I am shirtless, in your hotel room, and all you can talk about is Max."

Charles frowns. He doesn't want to upset Carlos, it's just that Carlos knows Max (!!!) and he needs to navigate this very carefully.

He reaches over to pat Carlos's chest, gets briefly distracted feeling him up before he sees the unimpressed face he's receiving.

"Charles."

"Carlos."

Carlos groans, flopping onto his back.

"I am getting cockblocked by Max, again, and he is not even here. When I get my hands on him-"

"Do you think he likes romantic dates or is he more of a 'skinny dip in the Monaco Harbor' kind of guy?"

Carlos's hand drops onto his face. He looks physically pained.

"Please do not go skinny dipping in the harbor. You live here. You will never live that down."

Charles frowns.

"It's not like I can just go to Spain, mate."

He's pretty sure Carlos's eye is twitching.

"What, exactly, is stopping you? Because if it means you'll stop waxing poetic about one of my best friend's waists, I will buy you that ticket myself, Perceval."

Charles sits straight up, duvet falling around his waist.

"You will?"

"Oh for- I was kidding- Dios, fine, fine. Sit back down."

Charles settles back down, batting his eyelashes in the way he knows other men go weak for.

"Thank you, Carlos."

Carlos scowls as he jabs at his phone.

"Do not thank me yet- he is a maneater, Charles. Don't go falling in love with him."

Charles has met many maneaters. Normally, it doesn't seem worth the effort to try and reform them- usually women, usually perfectly content with their lifestyle. Max is so stunningly captivating that Charles will gladly let him take chunks out of him, however much he wants.

"Maybe he just has not met anyone interesting enough yet."

Charles gives Carlos his most dazzling smile, dimples and all.

Carlos remains unimpressed.

"Right. I'm sending you your ticket- and you better put some effort in, because if I have to listen to you head over heels, and him bitching about your lackluster sex skills, I'll end it all, yes?"

Charles leans forward, pecking him on the forehead.

"Yes yes, best sex of my life, I understand. Sorry you are not fucking me tonight. I think Lando's up for it?"

Carlos huffs as he pulls his clothes back on, running a hand through his hair as he makes his way to the door.

"You are lucky you're pretty, Perceval."

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"CHARLES!"

Ollie is shouting to be heard over the thumping bass, but Charles is in the habit of keeping an ear out for his children, so he leans in closer.

He notices with a slight shiver of horror that Ollie is nearly his height already.

"YES?"

Ollie gestures at Charles' new yacht around them.

"IS IT A HOUSEWARMING PARTY IF IT'S A YACHT?"

Charles leans back, thinking. He's actually not sure.

"GO ASK GEORGE."

Ollie nods and bounds away.

Charles should've told him to go ask Sebastian- it would've been hilarious. There's all sorts of drivers here, somewhat of an open invitation for his friends.

There's a tap on his shoulder, and he turns to find Lando grinning evilly at him.

He narrows his eyes.

"WHAT?"

Lando leans up right next to his ear, cupping a hand to be heard better.

Not that it matters, because he keeps shouting a decibel even louder than the actual music- potentially an attempt to sabotage Ferrari by blowing out Charles' eardrum.

"YOU'LL NEVER GUESS WHO'S HERE!"

Charles furrows his eyebrows.

"WHO?"

Lando turns him slightly to the side, and Charles' eyes scan the crowd. It's all people he knows, although Carlos and Fernando are standing next to-

"Oh my god."

He hears Lando cackling behind him.

"IF YOU DON'T TAP THAT I WILL!"

Charles whips around, shaking Lando by the shoulders while he contemplates dropping him overboard.

"DO NOT EVEN THINK ABOUT IT, YOU EVIL LITTLE TWINK."

There's a loud burst of laughter from where Carlos and Fernando and standing with Max, and Lando should thank his lucky stars that Charles is so easily distracted, because he gets to live another day.

Max has a wide grin on his face, a drink in his hand, and he's in the shortest fucking shorts-

Charles is not sure how he's meant to handle this.

It doesn't help that Max and Carlos are both wet, clearly having come back on deck from the water. The fabric is clingy, and Charles is going to die, because Max has a tattoo winding up his thigh, disappearing under the hem of his shorts and reappearing just slightly above the waistband. It must cross his entire hip.

Charles would discover a new element if it meant getting to figure out where else it goes.

He picks his jaw up off the ground and gets another drink, something bright and fruity and full of vodka.

Carlos rolls his eyes when Charles approaches, but Fernando lights up, grabbing Charles' wrist and tugging him closer into their little trio.

"CHARLES! This is Max! He is like you, yes? Young and fast! He is a MotoGP driver!"

Charles is a little stunned for a moment, because the only other time he's seen Fernando be so outwardly and obviously proud of other drivers is when it's his own karting academy kids.

Max laughs, and the sound is like silver in Charles' ears, pulls his attention like a magnet.

"We've met, Nando."

Charles could listen to him forever.

"And it's always a pleasure to meet you again, Max."

Carlos makes a gagging noise and turns away, and Max's eyes are sparkling as he grins at Charles, scrunched up into little crescents.

"I like the yacht! Very..."

He waves the hand not holding his drink, and Charles notices he has black nail polish, brain screeching to a halt as he completely misses the rest of what Max is saying.

It's quiet for a second, Max watching him half expectant and half amused.

Charles should probably respond.

"Thank you!"

Max bursts into laughter again, but this time it's because of Charles, and the feeling is comparable to when he snatches pole at the last second.

Charles made him laugh.

Max leans over, water droplets on his neck and shoulders, deftly swiping Charles' drink out of his hand. He raises it in a mock toast, and Charles wants to kick everyone else of this stupid yacht right now-

"Cheers to the yacht owner, yeah?"

Charles has the power of vodka and the French language in his pocket.

"Veux-tu m'épouser?"

Max drains his glass in a smooth pull.

"Still not drunk enough for French, solcito."

Charles chickens out.

"I said we should get dinner sometime!"

Max takes another step forward, right into Charles' space, fingers resting lightly on his forearm. Charles can't look away from him, blue eyes piercing right through him.

Max is still smiling at him.

"I'd like that."

[teamdarkweek]

I'm hearing my clock chime midnight as I crop this scribble, which means that's a wrap on TeamDarkWeek 2025!

Well, for me - you keep going, and if you are still posting any fabulous pieces, please do tag me in them 🖤 Thank you so much to everyone who has participated, you are my favourite part of the Sonic year, and I hope I might see some of you in 2026 if you're up for it!

Next on this blog: catching up on asks and considering feedback (please send me any you've got); resharing all the works each week over next seven weeks, tdw bookclub (reading each written submission back without the time crunch to give a review); data analysis and summary slides.

I will also now be having a 🌠break🌠, but probably not for long! A kind somebody has finally taken the @team-chaotix-week url, so if you're wondering where to put your platonic love next - you'll catch me over there enjoying what they get up to!

Thank you all so much for playing!

[svtiddiess]

Prescription For Pussy

Synopsis: With Mingyu hidden under your desk as the intern keeps you occupied, you can’t resist the urge to tease him. But your playful antics only seem to fuel his desperation, turning him into a whimpering, eager puppy beneath you.

Pairing: husband!nurse!Mingyu x wife!doctor!reader ft. medical intern!Chan

Genre: smut, established relationship, non-idol!au, medical! au, mini-series

Rating: mature

Word count: 2.2k

Warnings: petnames (puppy), public sex (Chan is in the room with them but can't see what they're doing), sub!Mingyu, dom!Y/N, oral (fem receiving), fingering, dry humping, Mingyu cumming in his pants, lemme know if I missed anything!

Note: Suprise! You thought the 1k celebration was done? Nope! Have another special bonus from me featuring the Sex Education couple. Enjoy!

Thank you so much to @seokgyuu, @gyubakeries, and @ylangelegy for beta reading!

And thank you to my twin @tomodachiii for helping me with the plot!

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Raising an eyebrow, you fold your arms across your chest and fix Mingyu with a deadpan look as he casually makes himself comfortable on your desk.

"Don't you have better things to do than bother me?" you sigh.

"Nope," he replies, popping the 'p' with a playful grin, his legs swinging like a carefree child. "Finished all my tasks for my shift. The other nurses are doing their rounds, so I thought, why not spend some quality time with my lovely wife?"

Shaking your head, you let out another sigh and step closer. Placing your arms on either side of him, you trap him between you and the desk.

"Well, your lovely wife is a busy doctor with plenty to do, dear husband," you tease with a grin.

"My wife is so smart and successful," he says with a giggle. "I’m so proud she became a doctor."

You laugh softly and lean in, pressing a tender kiss to his lips. "Well, I was lucky to have the best tutor," you grin.

"And I was lucky to have a very hot student," he purrs in response.

"You were," you chuckle, wrapping your arms around his neck and resting them on the back of his head. "It was adorable how oblivious you were to my flirting," you tease, watching his cheeks flush red.

"I wasn’t oblivious," he whines.

"Then why were you acting like such a loser?" you prod, giggling.

"Because I was shy," he defends with a pout. "You were so pretty, and I didn’t want to ruin it by doing something stupid."

"You thought I was pretty?" you tilt your head, laughing softly.

"Mhm," he hums, pulling you closer by the waist. "Prettiest girl I’ve ever laid my eyes on. And luckily for me, I somehow managed to make her my wife," he whispers against your lips.

You giggle and close the distance, your lips meeting his in a warm kiss. Mingyu hums softly into it, the vibrations sending a rush of electricity through your body. You tilt your head, deepening the kiss, your tongues moving in perfect sync. The moment grows heated, the room suddenly feels much warmer. Mingyu’s hand sneaks down to your butt, giving it a playful squeeze that elicits a soft moan from you.

Just as the atmosphere turns steamy—

Knock, knock!

A sudden knock snaps you both out of the moment. You jolt apart, eyes wide in panic as the sound rings out again.

"Dr. Y/N, may I come in?"

It’s Chan, the intern. You glance at Mingyu, who looks equally alarmed, and in a flash of desperation, you grab him and push him under the desk. He shoots you a bewildered look, but you quickly whisper for him to stay put.

Smoothing out your shirt and skirt, you sit down at your desk and call out, "Come in!"

Chan peeks his head through the door, offering a sheepish smile.

"Sorry, am I interrupting something?" he asks hesitantly.

"Not at all," you reply with your most professional smile, silently praying that the blush on your cheeks has faded. "Please, come in and have a seat."

Chan, a newly assigned intern at the hospital, is a bit naive but undeniably intelligent and brimming with enthusiasm for learning. As he starts asking questions from his recent rotation, you respond with a sense of gratitude, appreciating his passion for becoming a doctor.

Midway through answering, it dawns on you that Mingyu is still hidden beneath your desk. A mischievous thought crosses your mind, and you subtly slip your foot out of your heel, resting it on Mingyu. Feeling his hand wrap around your ankle, you fight to keep a straight face, resisting the urge to smirk.

You subtly move your foot toward his crotch, feeling him tense under your touch. Applying gentle pressure, you hear a soft groan escape his lips, and you bite your bottom lip to stifle a laugh.

While maintaining your conversation with Chan, you discreetly shift your chair back just enough to catch a glimpse of Mingyu in your peripheral vision. You spot him covering his mouth with one hand to muffle any sounds while his other hand guides your foot over his crotch, his expression betraying his struggle to stay composed.

You dig your heel into Mingyu's growing bulge, and you see Mingyu shut his eyes and throw his head back. A giggle slips from your lips, but you quickly disguise it with a light cough.

"Are you okay, Doctor?" Chan asks, his voice filled with concern.

"I'm fine," you reply with a smile. "Just a dry throat."

Without hesitation, Chan springs to his feet. "I'll grab you a bottle of water," he offers earnestly before hurrying out of the room.

The moment the door closes, you push your chair back slightly and glance down at Mingyu, a sly smirk playing on your lips.

Mingyu shifts his position and starts humping your leg. You laugh at his desperate state.

"Such a pathetic puppy, using my leg to get off," you mock him, and he responds with a soft whine. His movements get faster and faster, desperate to reach his high.

When you hear the door unlock, you quickly shift back to your original position, but Mingyu doesn't let up, continuing to hump your leg. Chan returns with a bottle of water, which you accept with a grateful smile. Taking a quick sip, you nod and encourage him to continue with his question.

Chan continues his questions, completely unaware of what's happening below your desk. Mingyu's movement starts to become erratic, accidental whimpers and moans escape his lips.

Chan pauses, looking around the room with a puzzled expression. "Dr. Y/N, did you hear that?" he asks.

"Hear what?" you respond, trying to brush it off.

"N-Never mind, I think I just imagined it," he says after a moment of hesitation.

You quickly shift the topic of conversation, and Chan soon forgets about the sound. You press your foot against Mingyu's groin as a warning, earning a muffled groan from him.

You feel Mingyu's hand kneading your thigh, and when you subtly glance down, you catch sight of a very hot and flustered Mingyu looking up at you with a pleading expression, silently begging you to wrap up the conversation and send Chan away. But you only smirk in return and move your leg against his crotch, causing his eyes to roll back and a silent moan to leave his lips.

As you glance back at Chan, your leg continues to brush against Mingyu's crotch, feeling his growing desperation for release. Suddenly, without warning, Mingyu's hands spread your legs apart. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion, but you maintain a calm demeanor. A shiver runs through you as his hand trails up your leg, leaving goosebumps in its wake, and you shift slightly, caught between surprise and anticipation.

You bite your bottom lip as Mingyu shifts your panties to the side, suppressing a shiver when the cool air brushes against your exposed core. Without warning, his fingers slide into you, drawing a sharp, surprised gasp from your lips.

"Dr. Y/N? Is everything okay?" Chan asks, his voice tinged with concern.

"N-No! It's nothing," you stammer, your voice trembling. "I just thought…I left the stove on at home. But then I remembered I didn't." Mingyu lets out a quiet chuckle at your pathetic excuse while Chan gives you a puzzled look. Thankfully, he seems to buy your lie and moves on with his questions, leaving you to deal with the heat rising in your cheeks.

Mingyu slowly slips his fingers in and out of your pussy, and you bite your bottom lip to try and prevent yourself from moaning. You try to close your legs but Mingyu's strong hand holds them open. He slowly picks up his pace, and you feel your body heat up; you really hope that Chan doesn't see the blush dusting your cheeks.

A soft whimper nearly slips past your lips as Mingyu slides another finger inside you. Your hands grip the edge of the desk, nails digging into the wood as you silently hope Chan doesn't notice the faint, wet sounds coming from beneath the desk. Your body tenses when Mingyu’s fingers brush against your G-spot, sending a jolt of pleasure through you that leaves you craving more.

"C-Chan!" you blurt out, cutting him off mid-sentence, then quickly clear your throat, flustered. "Can we, um, continue this discussion another time? There are a few things I need to take care of soon," you say, trying to sound composed as you urge him to leave.

"Oh! Of course, Dr. Y/N. I’m so sorry for taking up your time," Chan replies apologetically, quickly gathering his things and exiting the room. The moment the door clicks shut, you’re left alone with Mingyu once again, the tension between you palpable.

You immediately roll your chair back and grab Mingyu by his hair, yanking him closer as you lean down with a scowl. He meets your glare with a playful smirk, unfazed by your irritation.

"What the hell do you think you're doing?" you snap, your voice low and sharp.

"Just helping you get rid of Chan," he replies with a grin, his tone dripping with mischief. "And it worked, didn't it?"

You let out a scoff, tightening your grip on his hair until he lets out a soft whimper. "You're such an idiot," you mutter, though there’s a flicker of amusement in your voice.

"Maybe," he says, his smirk widening. "But hey, I might not be a gynaecologist, babe, but I know my way around your pussy."

Rolling your eyes, you tug harder on his hair, earning another whimper. "Oh yeah? Prove it, then, puppy. Make me cum with your fingers."

With a devilish grin, Mingyu picks up the pace, his fingers relentlessly targeting that spongy spot that turns your mind to mush. A string of curses spills from your lips as you throw your head back, spreading your legs wider to give him better access. The tension in your stomach coils tighter and tighter with every thrust of his fingers, the room echoing with the lewd, wet sounds of your arousal.

"I-I'm close," you whimper, your body trembling as it edges toward release.

Mingyu's free hand sneaks to your clit, tracing slow, deliberate circles over the sensitive nub. The sensation sends a sharp moan tearing from your throat as you finally tip over the edge, your body convulsing with waves of euphoria.

After a few more pumps, Mingyu pulls his fingers out and brings them to his mouth, sucking your juices off with a satisfied hum. "Always so sweet," he murmurs, his smirk widening.

"Yeah? Then you should have more," you growl, snatching his glasses off and tossing them onto the desk. Grabbing a fistful of his hair, you yank him forward, pressing his face firmly against your cunt.

Without hesitation, Mingyu dives in, eagerly lapping up your juices as his hands grip your thighs, spreading them even wider. Despite still being sensitive from your last orgasm, you tug sharply on his hair, pulling him closer as your body arches and writhes under his touch.

Shaky moans and breathless whimpers escape your lips as his tongue teases and prods at your entrance. Mingyu’s own muffled moans vibrate against you, sending jolts of electricity coursing through your body. Feeling the familiar coil of pleasure tightening once more, you lose yourself in the sensation, grinding against his face as if he’s nothing more than your personal fuck toy, desperate for that second release.

With a low growl, Mingyu hooks your legs over his shoulders, burying his face deeper into your slick cunt, determined to make you cum on his tongue. Your moans grow louder, his name spilling from your lips like a mantra as you teeter on the edge of release. Just as you’re about to tip over, his nose brushes against your clit, and that’s all it takes to send you spiralling.

His name becomes a chant, a desperate prayer, as your second orgasm crashes over you. Waves of pleasure ripple through your body, leaving you trembling and breathless. Mingyu moans against you, savoring every drop as he laps up your arousal, refusing to let a single one go to waste.

After a few final, lingering licks, he gently sets your legs down, pressing a soft kiss to your inner thigh before tugging your panties back into place. You glance down at him, noticing the unmistakable damp spot on his pants, and a sly grin spreads across your face.

"Looks like someone came in their pants without even being touched," you tease, your voice dripping with amusement.

Mingyu smirks up at you, unashamed. "Can't help it when I've got such a pretty pussy in my mouth." You let out a soft chuckle as you reach for Mingyu’s glasses, carefully placing them back on his face. With a gentle touch, you smooth down his disheveled hair and wipe away the remnants of your arousal from his skin.

The two of you sit there, catching your breath, exchanging fucked-out smiles. But just as the moment settles, a sharp knock at the door shatters the quiet.

"Dr. Y/N, may I come in?"

Your eyes meet Mingyu's, and the two of you share a mischievous grin. In a flash, he ducks back under the desk, and you quickly smooth out your skirt, scooting your chair closer to the desk.

"Come in," you call out, your voice steady despite the smirk playing on your lips. As the door opens, you feel Mingyu's lips already trailing kisses along your leg, and you can’t help but grin.

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[peace-hunter]

https://www.tumblr.com/peace-hunter/774219053379239936/baby-op-has-a-favorite-and-is-not-afraid-to-let

OK FIRST OF ALL HOW DARE YOU??! We got baby Orion, look at that bean, so small and cute, but at what cost? The cost of our hearts being shattered….

Now the dramatics are over! The Megatronus doll?! I can hear d-16 seething in jealousy somewhere lmao.

Please tell me I’m not seeing things and Prima pulled out a weapon when he heard the door open?! Ready to defend but not when it was needed most because sentinel is a little bitch.

ZETA BEING ORIONS FAVE?! (It’s so cool you included that because it is part of canon, it’s in the movie novelisation if anyone is curious)

It’s so much more tragic with that piece of info, the way you drew Orion feeling like he’s lost something and having to be snapped out of it 😭 I love your art so much.

It does raise a question though, how old is Orion? Did he age slower or did sentinel do something to was with his ageing?

baby prime orion au

AKJSHDKAHDA THANK YOU I'M GLAD YOU ENJOYED IT!!! and that it seemed to hit the way i wanted it to! it is my mission with this au to make it unbearably cute and painful as fuck <33

that doll... i have plans for that doll.... no spoilers but it will come back...

AND YES THANK YOU FOR NOTICING THAT!! you're the first person i see that points out Prima's reaction to hearing someone come in! he's a little (a lot) overprotective of OP and he's always on guard even when they're deep in the tower where no one but their siblings and some trusted members of the High Guard are allowed to enter. he's also lowkey training OP to keep quiet when he hears someone come into his room and to be cautious of strangers. he doesn't want his baby brother to be scared of the world but he just... wants to keep him safe at all costs. most of the primes think he's being a little paranoid but he Does Not Care. once OP is older and can take care of himself they can talk about his anxiety but until then he's sticking to his guns.

and fun fact! when Sentinel sent his trackers to take custody of Optimus during his coup, it took them just long enough to search his rooms for him to allow the High Guard to send reinforcements and take him away. so. anxiety for the win babeeey⁓

and yeah zeta being OP's favorite is directly taken from the novel! in my mind Prima is OP's primary caretaker with everyone else taking turns to switch out with him, but Zeta being the matrix holder doesn't get the chance to do it as often as everyone else. so him dropping by is a special occasion! and because he doesn't want to ruin the little time he gets with his baby brother with anything, he lowkey spoils Optimus the most. so it's a mix of novelty and over-indulgence that gives him the edge over everyone else 🤭

AND YEAH THAT'S EXACTLY WHAT I WAS GOING FOR! in this au OP is looking for the matrix for the good of everyone, he does believe bringing it back is the best thing for their society but deep down he also hopes it will fix the gaping wound in his spark he's been nursing his entire life. and when he sees Zeta Prime's lifeless body he knows the matrix being missing from it should be the thing he should focus on but... it's really not. and he doesn't understand why.

and orion's age is... something i kinda hoped no one would remember to ask about (/▽＼)

jk but for real he's about 52 cycles old. he's definitely older than the rest of the squad for at least a decade! buuuuut as a prime he also does age slower than them. this one is not on sentinel, it's just a him/prime thing. a small part of dee's frustration with orion in this au is because he's under the impression that they're more or less the same age but orion acts much more immaturely than he should, but this is kinda because orion literally doesn't mature at the same rate than he does.

it's not by much but the difference is there and they can feel it even if they don't understand it.

i have a chart in case anyone cares about it akjsdhkja

not my best work but it'll do for now.

so basically OP's mental development is one year for every 2.5 cycles while everyone else's is one per every 1.5. he and dee met when OP was 36 cycles old and Dee was 24 which was the exact moment where their mental development was almost equal, which made them hit off pretty well! but after that it was just a matter of time before dee started leaving Orion behind.

again, it isn't by much but the difference exists and is just one more straw to break the camel's back.

also the poor high guard that stayed behind to keep an eye on Orion was working overtime trying to keep people from wondering why this particular sparkling was growing up so slowly. they faked a bunch of records for him and officially speaking Orion is 47 cycles old, when he's actually 52, but even that only gave them a very limited amount of time before everyone started noticing that Orion was kinda little for his age.

they also did their damn best to keep Orion from entering the mines at the age he was supposed to because there was no fucking way they were letting the equivalent of 12 year old go in there.

they did so much crime and falsification you guys.

as it is OP was still mentally younger than everyone else when they went in, but officially he was almost 5 years older than he should've been. it was the best they could do.

so... yeah!

thank you for asking because i had been postponing doing this for weeks now xD

[daisychainfiction]

1. IS BUG VIEWED AS MY DAUGHTER OR NIECE?

It's entirely up to you. In Chapter Two, you set what she calls you (mama, papa, zaza, auntie, uncie, auncie, your name, or 'insert something else'). You get to decide for yourself.

OKAY, BUT LIKE... IF I ASKED HER IF SHE WAS MY DAUGHTER OR NIECE, WHAT WOULD SHE SAY?

She's only 2 and is isolateded from typical family dynamics. She considers you 'her person' in canon, and doesn't think of it much past that. Any further nuance you want is up to your headcanon.

PLS JUST GIVE ME ANSWER :(

Canon doesn't have to be your Bible, especially not in this situation - it's literally up to you. Follow your bliss.

2. DEERBOURNE IS DEFINITELY A CULT, RIGHT?

Depends on how you want to view it. Is it a literal cult? No. Does it function similarly? Definitely. Is Headmistress Deerly dangerous? If she thinks that she has to be in order to protect Deerbourne. Is she the most dangerous thing? Not even close.

3. ARE THE INITIATES FREE TO LEAVE DEERBOURNE AND LIVE NORMAL LIVES?

They all have the freedom to walk out, yes. They'll even receive a good bit of food, clothing, and money when they leave. But the freedom to walk out doesn't always mean the freedom to live.

4. ARE ANY OF THE ROMANTIC OPTIONS BAD PEOPLE?

There is no line between good and bad in any of these characters. They all have their flaws - some more significant and more dangerous than others. They all have their burdens to bear; it's up to you whether you can live with them or not.

DO ANY OF THE ROMANTIC OPTIONS WANT TO HARM BUG?

No. All of them want to protect her and keep her safe. ...But some of them have different ideas of what that means.

5. THE THING IN THE WOODS...?

That's он сам. He protects the woods and He is the woods.

OKAY, BUT WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING WITH ALL OF THESE GROTESQUE MONSTERS?

He has slivers of Himself all over the woods - they help keep Him informed.(Think of it like taking cuttings from a plant to make a new-but-identical plant.)

Those slivers have puppets. The puppets are reanimated bodies of those who died in the woods.These are the 'grotesque' ones you'll see loitering at the treeline outside your cabin from time to time.

The puppets do the menial tasks needed to keep the forest alive and healthy. Such as clearing paths so unsuspecting travelers may enter. Scaring away children too young to make deals or be useful vessels. That sort of thing. When they aren't in use, they are simply bodies on the ground. When they are in use but are currently taskless, they loiter.

SO он сам IS EVIL?

It depends on your view. Is it evil to try to protect one's home through any means necessary? To offer a chance at life, albeit limited, to those intent on dying? To take what you need in order to survive?

6. WHEN WILL YOU UPDATE TO THE PUBLIC?

One month after a chapter is completed, it will get added to the public demo. There is no set updating schedule for the public demo.

WHY DOES IT TAKE SO LONG?

1. Patreon gets to have a month with the demo first as a thank-you for paying us.

2. I am blind, so I take a long time to write due to eye disease-related migraines.

3. When I write, I'm working in short stints on a mobile phone 2 inches from my face. It isn't great for productivity, but it is what it is.

WAIT, WHO IS "US" AND "WE?"

We are Daisychain Fiction! It's me, Daisy, and my spouse, Chain. I do the writing, while Chain does the editing, coding, and posting.

7. DO YOU DO SCENE REQUESTS OR SITUATIONAL ANSWERS?

Sometimes! You can always send them in. If it's intriguing or hits me at the right time, I will.

Note: If you're referencing a current meme or trend in your ask, please let me know the source. I don't do social media, so I'm usually out of the loop when it comes to internet culture.

ARE NSFW QUESTIONS OKAY?

They don't bother me, so you can send them in - I may or may not answer them, though.

8. I FOUND A BUG! WHAT DO I DO?

Submit it here via Ask, or on the Patreon via a comment or the Community Chat. Chain will get to it as soon as they can.

This list will be updated as needed! Thanks for reading!

[skylee-spider-lillis]

#8 Headcanons for Charles? ╰(⸝⸝⸝´꒳`⸝⸝⸝)╯

Sorry for taking time to answer!

Ohhhh. Charles my love!

Well this aren't my personal headcanons but they're one that I adopted.

Well demiromantic Charles, I talked about this before and I think this posts explains it pretty well and I completely support it.

Also using suspenders as a replacement for belts because belts reminds him of his dad.

ADHD Charles! Oh I love this ADHD messy boy and I resonate with him so much.

Also dyslexic Charles!

I think those hcs makes the fact that he and Edwin has their thing where Edwin is reading him stories even cuter.

I totally see how no matter how hard he tried to overcome his disabilities he was never good enough which made his home life more difficult (projecting? Whattt).

Oblivious bisexual Charles rights. Not really a hc but yeah, that boy is dumb he's just completely oblivious in the moment he just never considered that because of the heteronormative society he was raised in, it just never crossed his mind. I'm a full believer he's just slow in understanding stuff and he wants to take things slow with Edwin.

He's screaming bisexual we all in the fandom clocked him right away it's nothing special really. We all know he's bi. That's a bisexual disaster if I have ever seen one. (Emphasis on the disaster).

Also, Charles kept the lantern from when Edwin found him! And that was the lantern he used when he went back to hell. And another detail I didn't see anyone talking about he also kept the book Edwin read to him without he knew. Actually he kept following the next books coming out in this series.

I also love any type of hc that gives him any artistic hobby- artist, dancer, or anything really, any reason that he didn't fit the stereotypical masculine gender roles, and made him even a larger disappointment in his dad's eyes. Anything that made it harder for him. I'm a slut for angst what can I say. (Like I'm a Charles Rowland kinny it's pretty much obvious).

This is pretty much it I think!

Mostly I just love the work the show did with him. I don't feel like large and elaborate headcanons are needed him- the canon is already amazing. I just love some small pieces that gives even more depth to the canon lore.

This show is so good I don't need really big headcanons. I don't think I can top the canon.

I love people sending me asks! Pease send my more if you have any🫶

[kandismon]

totally lore-accurate swanqueen screencap redraws 4/∞

they're on their first date :3c

[basketobread]

HEY!!! just wanted to say that i am sooo sorry to the people who have been waiting on a response to their ask 😭 you guys ask way too good of questions where i have to sit down and really think before i can give a response im happy with SFDIUHSFDI

[bunitivity]

Tender ZoSopp moment after a big fight with a wounded Zoro resting on Usopp's lap, and he's giving him a light massage to his temples and neck and Zoro wakes up to Usopp smiling at him because he protected them all again

"You look... safe... " Zoro says

And Usopp laughs a little "I am safe, thanks to you"

"I mean... you... safety" and Zoro falls asleep again (Chopper nearby still treating his wounds probably)

And Usopp's words caught up on his throat because being the protector's safe place means so much to him

😭😭 I'm not a writer, if you or anyone else wants to expand on that, pls do, I just always get really emotional to the thought of Usopp being (any of the Monster Trio)'s person they feel safe with, specially after a big fight

Oh this is so😭😭😭 Usopp being Zoro’s safe space is everything to me omg!!! That’s so!!! Just thinking about Usopp never having thought about Zoro romantically until that point not until getting hit with a line like that and being thrown completely off kilter like wtf is that supposed to mean?? That was a joke right right? he was just joking around he couldn’t really have meant that he Usopp was making him Zoro of all people feel safe?? But then he remembers the utter sincerity in his voice as he said it. Zoro doesn’t lie. So what does it mean??

Usopp’s heart is just a mess after that and he cannot stand being around Zoro. It might just kill him. Just a brush of their hands was almost enough to send him into a cardiac arrest and then there’s his laugh.

Usopp fears it might be enough to end him.

You would think a stoic serious guy like Zoro wouldn’t laugh that much if ever but he does and it’s often at the stupidest things. And those stupid things sometimes happened to be him. Usually Usopp wouldn’t stand for that but now he thinks he can afford to be a little stupid if it means he gets to hear Zoro laugh.

Even if it kills him.

So he cannot be around him. And so Usopp does what he does best. He runs away. Not completely. He’s still there at the fringes. Has his foot just inside the room so to speak. He will still see Zoro at the dinner table, in their room and other places on the ship as long as others are around. They just can’t be alone.

That just means that he won’t be working on the grassy deck of the sunny and suddenly find Zoro leaning into him asking him what he’s up to or just falling asleep against him. Nor will they nap together under the shade of a tree. Nor will he let Zoro use his lap as a pillow. Nor will they be shooting the shit late at night looking up at the stars. Nor will Usopp get to laugh as Zoro tries and fails to map out constellations. Nor will he get to tell him how hopeless he is and that it doesn’t matter if Zoro doesn’t know his left from his right because Usopp will always be there to find him.

He will lose a lot of things but he thinks that what he’s protecting is more important right?

It’s after another fight. Zoro is lost again. No one can find him. Usopp isn’t worried because why would he be? This is par for the norm. But then Usopp does find him and his heart drops out of his chest.

“Zoro?”

He’s on the ground looking badly injured completely still. It almost looks like he’s napping. Almost.

Usopp kneels down beside him and tries to shake him awake.

“Zoro?”

He does not answer.

“Zoro this isn’t funny open your eyes…” Usopp’s hair is loose it’s all in his face. “You’re supposed to be the strongest of us what are you doing.” He tries to brush his hair back but it keeps falling back clinging his face. “You can’t just let a chump like that take you out.” Great now it’s getting all in Zoro’s face but Usopp lets it maybe it’ll annoy him enough to make him wake him. “You haven’t become the world’s best swordsman remember? You still haven’t bested Mihawk yet so you can’t just not… Wake. Up!”

Usopp does not want his last words to him to be… when was the last time he actually talked to Zoro?? Had he been avoiding him for so long that he couldn’t even remember?? Was his last words just… nothing?

Usopp doesn’t realize he’s crying until he sees his tears splatter all over on Zoro’s face. Fuck.

Usopp regrets so much.

All the moments they had are overshadowed by all the ones they didn’t get to have because he was coward and so so afraid. Of what? Of being found out? His stupid feelings shouldn’t have prevented him from just being his friend. Just being his friend had been enough and should been enough. But now he’ll never even get that. Now all Usopp gets all the things he is left with are those moments that could have been, the ones that should have been and all the ones that will never be.

He gets nothing.

Usopp crumples. He gathers Zoro up in his arms holding him and placing his head in his lap just like that moment so long ago. And says “please don’t… not yet…”

He feels a hand on his cheek sweeping away his tears and his eyes snaps open and he sees Zoro looking grouchy and confused and so very awake and he screams.

“Zoro!”

“Argh don’t be so loud I’ve a headache.”

“Stupid you don’t get say that after making me think you’re dead!”

Zoro cracks a smile. “Is that why you’re crying? I was wondering who I had to beat up.”

Usopp grabs the hand that still on his face. “Don’t be stupid. You’re not beating anyone up the way you are now.”

Zoro just hums as he closes his eyes and just nuzzles closer and gets more comfortable. “I missed this.”

Usopp ruffles the green his hair and smiles. “Me too.”

“Finally gotten tired of avoiding me.”

Usopp’s grip tightens in his hair but he immediately lets go once Zoro bristles with pain. “Sorry.”

"Sorry for pulling my hair or sorry for avoiding me?"

“It’s not you.”

“What is it then?”

When Usopp doesn’t answer Zoro just pulls him close until their foreheads are almost touching.

“Tell me.”

“It’s stupid.”

“I want to hear it.”

“It doesn’t matter-“

“It matters. To me.”

Usopp twists his lips. But there’s only so long he can lie. So long he can withhold the truth. So of course it comes gushing out when he least wants it to. The dam that’s his lie finally gives. It has been breaking for a long time now. It just takes just one nudge from Zoro and that look in his eye and that hand that’s still wiping away his tears. And he breaks.

“I love you.”

Zoro’s eyes widens and Usopp knows he’s made a mistake but then they soften so maybe not and oh he laughs and maybe just maybe this is worth everything.

“Took you long enough.”

Usopp’s eyes well up with tears again. “I fucking hate you.”

“No you don’t.”

Then he kisses him. And they kiss again and again. Because they’re happy to be alive. To be here together and with each other and in love and because when Usopp isn’t busy being a coward he can brave. Usopp can be brave. And he gets to have this and all the moments that could be, going to be and will ever be. Now and forever.

“Oh before I forget.”

“What?”

Zoro smiles so softly and also so smugly because he’s a bastard and yet Usopp can’t help but love him because he’s stupid and also the smartest man alive.

“I love you too.”

Usopp smiles.

He gets to have it all.

[youngeditor1999]

Gronk is dummy thicc and Tom is HERE FOR IT

HELL YES, ANON!!!!!!

YOU GET IT!!!!!

What I love the most about Tom is how he really doesn't try to hide his affection(s) or feelings towards Rob. 🥺🥹😭🤧

Tom usually looks at Rob like this whenever they're together:

Also, on a thirstier level...👀

Rob always looks so, so good 🥵😵‍💫😍

As somebody who is big about "Rob is more than his body! And he's not as dumb as y'all think, either!", that also doesn't mean that I don't find him to be ridiculously attractive. 🤤

He is a fine looking man indeed and I'm always thrilled to see and listen to Tom talk about about Rob's various physical attributes. 🤩💞🔥💯💥

Tom is DOWN BADDDD for Robbie G and would likely do anything in order to please him. 😏😉😜😌

[homocidalpotat]

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[impeccablebackside]

how about competition plays? not overcrowded, but like three or four queens meeting up just to have this kind of fun. all of them have one vibrator/buttplug at one point for example, and who cums last (or first) is the winner.

This is an interesting question anon, and not something I have ever thought about. The concept of competition play is admittedly foreign to me, but it is not something that could be seen as that uncouth to be fair. Obviously, the structure of competing with someone else would be done in a very playful manner. Amongst the queens, none of them would really want to proverbially tarnish the fun they are having with a pressure to win / lose. Not that they would in all fairness.

Given you mention toys with this anon, I do implore that you read over some previous posts about toys / fucking machines when solo, toys with a partner, pussy pumps, and / or bigger toys. Those are not all of them either, as there was one about Vic and Rumple having some fun with toys (that will probably end up being a fic at one point), or one about the queens pegging their partners. Perhaps surprisingly, all of those were / are considered new ideas on the blog at the time, much like this ask (so thanks as always for dropping new ideas to explore anons).

The whole competition angle would be between friends, so I do appreciate the idea of only three or four queens being involved with this anon. More than that makes it too much and not really fun anymore, at least for me. I would like to think it would be between Vic, Rumple, and Tanto. I cannot really think of who could be a fourth when considering the other queens mentioned regularly on this blog, as none of them would mesh well with the three already mentioned.

For the purpose of this ask, and for relative simplicity, they will all have the same dildo / vibrator between all three of them for this 'competition'. If they would want to use their paws and fingers as well, I say it is fair game. The only real rule would be that the vibe has to be used the whole time, either in them or against some part of their pussy.

Anyway, all three of them would be quite turned on and excited about the whole thing when they do meet up. They all mutually lust after one or both of the two queens that are joining them, so the opportunity to see and hear them in such a tantalizing way is even more of an incentive to participate. I am trying to think if they would all line themselves up side-by-side on a bed or if they would arrange themselves in a triangle of sorts, legs all facing the other. Either would work, but I do like the triangle idea anon, because they get the wonderful visuals of seeing the other queen's pussies and asses as they are being pleasured.

Vic is unsurprisingly the first to win / lose. She simply is too sensitive, and does not have the stamina to go for long. Especially with a vibrator, she would be cumming with satisfied squeaks shortly after they begin. The constant stream of overwhelming pleasure focused on her pussy and clit is something she is not used to either, as she tends to prefer pauses and slower pacing so she does not get (over)stimulated easily. Being the loser is not that bad though, as she gets to watch the other two, particularly excited by being closer to Tanto in such a situation.

Adding to the fun, Rumple would grab Vic's vibe and put it in her mouth, delighting in the taste of the white queen as she continues to squirm under the pleasure from the vibrator. The smaller queen would start rubbing at herself, clearly encouraged by what she just did. Little moans, muffled by the mouthful, escape her pretty mouth as she continues. It is impressive in a way how much she can take and still remain relatively calm under the barrage of pleasure, choosing to tease the other two by letting Vic know how good she tastes as she pulls the vibe out of her mouth and just how hot Tanto's strong body is.

Rumple is not the second queen to lose though, as Tanto, who has lasted quite a bit longer than Vic, is unable to hold it off much longer. Zoned out up to this point as she focused on the building pleasure, the torbie breaks her concentration as she pulls her legs up with her arms to change her position. As her asshole and pussy clench hard with the constant buzz from the vibe, Tanto starts cumming in strong waves. He pussy pulsing uncontrollably, it gets forceful enough that she inadvertently pushes the vibrator right out of her. With a strong heave and a high pitched yell that pulls even more attention toward her, Tanto squirts over the other two astonished queens in multiple small sprays as she groans through the end of climax.

Needless to say, Rumple wins the contest, but for all of a few seconds. Little is a hot to the calico as what Tanto just did, and she savagely rubs herself off in excitement. With her little body shaking at all the pleasure, Rumple cums with desperate squeals due to her new efforts, but leaves the vibe in. She turns onto her stomach, fucking the vibe with slams of her hips. Very quickly, her body is heaving again as she is pushed into overstimulation by the buzzing vibe.

It is too much for Vic to sit idle at the turn of events, and with some meaningful fingering, she cums again with a squeal. Seeing Tanto squirt (for the first time or not) leaves sultry thoughts swimming through her head, and watching Rumple fuck herself like that is just too good to ignore.

Between all three queens, there are no losers, and maybe this little competition is justification for more. None of them would complain if they got their own attempts at seeing how quickly (or not) they could get the other two to fall apart. Maybe it is immediately following this or in the future. There is only more winning to be had.

[e-nonsense]

“Gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

This prompt for Dick having baby fever with his fem!reader after seeing her taking good care of Damian (giving him praises and cookies for example).

Please and thank you!

pairing. dick grayson x reader

warning. smut

a/n. here you go anon

prompts used. “gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

seeing you with damian was normal. the young boy saw you and dick as his paternal figures not that he’d admit it. but to see you doting over the boy. he’d ‘ran’ away from home — you’d already called bruce to tell him where damian is — and to your shared apartment.

first it started with the way you worried when he showed up at your door, a bag swung over his shoulder and his scowl set on his face.

“damian?” you stared down at the boy confused, looking around the hall way where all the other flats and the elevator could be seen.

“what’s wrong? are you okay?” your confusion switched to worry almost immediately when the boy hugged you, your arms moving around him to hug him back, gently rubbing his head.

“can i stay with you and grayson?” he mumbled.

“babe? who’s at the door—” dick’s voice trailed off when he saw damian holding onto you for dear life.

“what happened?” dick asks, the worry in his eyes matching yours.

“he needs to stay over tonight,” you murmur, glancing at dick with those puppy eyes of yours that he can’t say no to. he wanted to protest, remind you that tonight is his night off and date night but his heart flutters at the way damian clings to you like a boy would to his mother.

he doesn’t have the heart to say no, merely nodding. “sure baby, he can have the spare room.”

the next time he feels that same flutter of undistinguishable wanting is when you’re making damian late dinner for him, seeing as its midnight and you and dick were planning on a little fun tonight.

the way damian sits at the dining table, finishing his homework — because even if he’s staying here and his school is in gotham he’s still gotta keep up with school — and the way you make something quick that alfred taught you to make before sending damian off to bed.

he’s all over you after that, kissing at your neck, hands slipping under your shirt, you giggle before reminding him that his little brother is in the apartment so fun time is going to have to wait.

so he waits, a week before damian finally leaves, not that dick minds having his little brother around — lies. he does mind, he minds a lot, especially when your attention is being stolen from him.

but even that didn’t stop the way his heart fluttered with every moment you doted over like a mother would, and that’s when it clicked in his mind. he wanted a baby with you.

that’s how you got here. a week later after you’d dropped damian back to the manor, and when you came home you were talking to him about how you were concerned about damian overworking on patrols but he couldn’t hear a word over the hunger buzzing in his ears.

“mhm,” he hummed, head pressed into your neck as you rambled on. “baby, baby shhhh. lets forget about them for minute.”

“dick?” you mutter confused, his hands pressing warmly against your tummy.

“yes baby?” he asks.

“what’re you doing?” you ask.

“touching you, why? am i not allowed to touch my girl?” he replies, moving you towards the bedroom. “my pretty girl, yknow that?”

you hum in response, not sure what had come over him as he gently nudges you back onto the mattress to lay down. “i was thinking, honey. about you and me… and a little someone else.”

you catch the way his eyes drop to your stomach, his pupils blown out so much that his pretty blue eyes look different. “and who’s that?” you ask, urging him on.

“our baby.”

now that does surprise you, you and dick have never talked about having kids together, you’ve barely even talked about marriage but you know enough that he seems to like the idea of both those scenarios.

“our baby?” you question and he nods, a wide smile setting on his lips as he stares down at you hungrily.

“you’d look so pretty, honey. all round and full, full of me, of us. i’d take such good care of you too.”

your cheeks flush at the way he stares at you and the way the compliments leave his lips, like pure honey.

it doesn’t take much longer till you’re both completely bare, with you all spread out under him all fucked out as he ruts against you from behind.

he wasn’t shy with his noises, whining into your ear and groaning too. whispering praises that make you purr. “aw, look at you baby, all fucked and pretty for me to use. you want me to fill you up that bad huh?”

you nod eagerly, stomach fluttering as you spasm around him, face pressed into the pillows to bury your moaning, back arched so prettily it makes him want to never stop.

“good girl, my good girl. you like the sound of being a mommy huh?” he coos, fucking into you with no mercy, mind set of giving you a baby. a part of the two of you to love.

“that’s good ‘cause i’m gonna fill you up, till you’re round with my baby.”

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[k-hotchoisan]

body language

<yunho x fem!reader>

well, pining after your brother’s fucking attractive best friend isn’t a sin if he doesn’t know right? nobody has to know.

nobody has to know that you're lodged in his fantasies when the nights deepen.

nobody has to know what happens when you're forced to share a room with Yunho.

Genre/Warnings: smut, big dick! X Perverted! Yunho, unprotected sex, low key corruption kink, mutual pining, cream pies, fingering, orgasms, overstimulation, oh no they are forced to share a room!, sexual tension, dirty talk

Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3 @mcarebearsstuff @choisansplushie @voicesinmyhead-rc @pre1ttyies @hwallazia @songmingisthighs @yeosangiess @sanhwajjong @interweab @mylovelymito @softwsan @yourlocaljonghoe @itza-meee

🩷 back to staying perverted

A/N: send me to jail for being so inactive TT I know life happens and I shouldn't apologise for going mia for a bit but I still feel so bad! Nonetheless, please continue giving my works as much love as you all always do, and that ya'll are my source of motivation. Thank you for waiting ❤️

Undoubtedly, it’s either your brother has good taste in making friends, or you just have interesting taste in men, because out of all men you had a crush on, it had to be the one closest to your brother—Jeong Yunho. Something about him made your heart flutter uncontrollably. Maybe it was the way he would lean in towards you when he wanted to whisper something in your ear, keeping your brother an arm’s length while his voice tickled perfectly as it reverberates in your brain. Maybe it was the way he would hold your stare for a couple of seconds before his pretty smiles spreads across his lips, as if he was keeping a secret that he wants to tell you. Maybe it was the way he would bump his arm against yours when he wants to ally with you to piss your brother off. 

Whatever it was, you couldn’t deny that the feelings you had for him were growing exponentially. How you managed to keep said feelings in bay was a mystery. You could attribute it to knowing Yunho for as long as you did. Maybe he treated everyone nice and politely like that. It was hard not to keep your hopes up sometimes and it really made you frustrated. 

“A chalet?” You repeat. “What’s the occasion?” 

“Just a weekend out”, your brother replies. “A couple of friends will be coming. You know them, including Yunho.”

“Are you going?” Yunho suddenly asks. 

You break eye contact with Yunho, going back to your phone. “No. I’m going on a date.”

Yunho’s eyes widen. There is a flash of panic that flickers in his eyes. His words spill out of him before he realises it. 

“With who? How come I didn’t know?” 

You cast a confused glance at him. “Why would you need to know?”

That was when Yunho realises, and he simmers down, going back to hiding behind his phone screen. He bites his tongue, hoping you nor your brother ha caught on. But thankfully, no one else questions him. In fact, your brother doubles down.

“Yeah, you didn’t tell me?” Your brother echos. 

“As if you’re interested in my love life”, you playfully retort, rolling your eyes before you disappear into your room, before Yunho starts to hear your heartbeat right in your ears again. 

Yunho stares blankly at his phone, still processing that you’ll be going on a date. Something sits uncomfortably in the pit of his stomach. He’s running his brain, thinking of a million ways to make you cancel the date, half of it under the pretence of your brother. How could he do it without making it obvious? 

“And why would I cancel my date, Jeong Yunho?” You ask, your arms crossed. For some reason, your brother and Yunho were suddenly way too interested in your date. Especially Yunho. He would not get off your back about it. 

“It’s dangerous? Who knows he might be a serial killer!” He was really dramatic about too, might you add. 

You scoff, and an amused smile tugs the corner of your lips, as your hand reaches out to pat his cheek. “I’ll be fine, Yun. You’re on my speed dial if anything happens okay?” 

For a moment, you feel his gaze piercing right into you, as if time didn’t exist—the both of you caught in between each other’s gazes, Yunho looking like he wants to say something, but he stops himself. You quickly break the eye contact, remembering that he’s your brother’s best friend, and that Yunho is just being as worried as your brother. Nothing more than that. Yunho wants to hold the gaze longer. He almost wants to break the imaginary boundaries then both of you set, but he snaps into to reality when he watches you leave, his voice trapped in his throat. 

Fuck. Looks like he’s the one losing now. 

It doesn’t help that during that night, you slip into his dreams, and instead of you leaving, he has your face in his hands, and your lips are on his. He feels you in your entirety, and you feel so fucking good pressed against him. Yunho wants so badly to mark every part of you, to remind you he could do so much better than whoever you’re supposedly going out with. He could kiss you better, fuck you better. Then it switches—to you in front of him, your ass bouncing off his cock, loud smacks echoing from the walls as he sinks into your pussy with a broken sigh.

That’s when he fucking jolts awake, warm fluids streaming down his thighs, as he swallows an imaginary mass in his throat because what the fuck just happened? He stares blankly at the white ceiling of his room, mind as blank. 

How fucked is he?

Yunho reaches to the doorstep of the chalet, almost close to midnight. Dance practice had bleed past the time, later than he thought. He greets his friends at the barbecue pit, still grilling chicken and seafood, stealing a stick and getting playfully hit before he enters the chalet itself. 

Your brother sat there, comfortable with his girlfriend’s legs crossed over his lap as they had joycons in their hands, playing some kind of co-op game together. His friend turns to him, before his eye dart back to the screen once he acknowledges Yunho, much too engrossed with the level he and his girlfriend was at. 

“Your room’s to the left of the stairs. I hung your lanyard there”, your brother says, before his attention goes right back to the game. For a spilt second, he suddenly remembers that he wanted to tell Yunho something, something important, but when his girlfriend squeals at clearing the level, the thought is completely erased from his memory.

Yunho climbs up the stairs, pushes the door open, and completely stops in his tracks as his gaze locks with yours. You’re seated on the bed, relaxed and on your phone until the door suddenly pushes open, and Yunho stands there, looking as bewildered as you. 

There is a long moment of silence between the both of you. 

“Can I help you, Yunho?” You break it. 

“No…isn’t this my room?” Yunho clarifies. You glance around and shrug. 

Yunho drops his bag, his heart beating loudly in his chest. 

His eyebrows furrow, confusion sprawled across his face. 

“Hold on. Weren’t you suppose to be on a date?” 

You shrug again. “Yeah. It ended early. I thought of finding my brother and he asked me to use this room since it was vacant. I supposed he forgot to tell you? I could leave if-“

“N-no. You can stay, since you’re already here”, Yunho cuts you off. No fucking way is he wasting this chance. Somehow the thought of you within the same, close proximity is making his head dizzy. “You’re okay with sharing the bed? I can sleep downstairs.”

Your face starts to heat up. As much as it was the elephant in the room, for Yunho to bring up so straightforwardly like that was making your mind wander a little too close to the sun. 

You force a small smile. “It’s fine. It’s not like we haven’t shared a bed before.” Well, not a lie, the only thing was that the both of you were blacked out drunk when it happened that one time. 

Yunho’s signature smile appears. He looks comforted, at least. “Right. Then I’ll use the bathroom to wash up.” He grabs a spare towel on the rack, then walks back to dig for his clothes in his duffle before he disappears into the bathroom, leaving you with your messy thoughts. Your hand is over your heart, and you feel it beating a little too wildly. 

Nothing’s gonna happen. Two people of the opposite sex can share a bed just fine, is what you tell yourself. Yeah, that would have been the case, if the opposite gender wasn’t Jeon Yunho. 

Fifteen minutes felt like fifteen years in all honesty. The anxiety wouldn’t simmer down, so you end up burying yourself underneath the cold sheets, hoping that you’d end up falling asleep. 

And by some miracle, you did. That is, until you feel the mattress weigh down, and shuffling on the sheets, then something bumping against your leg. You stir slightly from the disruption.

“Sorry. The bed’s a little…cramped”, you hear Yunho’s voice tickling your ears as his legs press against yours. 

You stay silent, the only things that you hear are the whirling of the air conditioning and the sound of your heart about to fucking burst from your rib cage. 

“It’s fine”, you finally reply, your body completely still, unsure how actually close the male is against you, only his legs pressed up against the back of your knees and his arms are barely touching your back as a gauge. Well, you weren’t in the mood to find out. The myriad amount of assurances you repeat to yourself that he’s just a friend, that he’s just Jeon Yunho, does nothing to comfort you to say the least. 

You hear his voice ring a little to close to your ears again. “How was your date?”

You don’t want to answer, your eyes are focused onto the darkness of the door in front of you. You fear that he might hear your thoughts if you speak, even though that’s literally impossible. 

“It was fine”, you curtly reply, squeezing the spare pillow in your arms. 

“What did you think of him?” 

“I think he’s okay. He’s quite a decent guy. Then again, it’s just the first date”.

The mattress shifts suddenly and you freeze when you feel him inch even closer to you. You have no clue what expression he’s making but from the way he suddenly shifts rather dramatically, you would assume that he seemed shocked? 

Oh, you were definitely about to find out. 

“You’re planning to see him again?” He’s closer now. You feel his chest almost pressing against your spine. You feel his gaze piercing daggers into the back of your head. You feel his agitation. But over what?

“I haven’t decided on that yet”, you reply. But you cut him before he says anything, “but what’s it to you? You usually don’t care about the things I do. Let alone my dates.”

This time, it’s Yunho’s turn to fall silent. The weight of the mattress beneath you shifts once more it stills. For a moment, you assume that he’d shifted away from you, and maybe he’d let the matter die off.

“Who said I didn’t?”

Now he’s completely pressing his body against you—you feel his lips just a hair’s length from the back of your neck, his chest completely flat against your back. 

His crotch right against your ass. 

“Yunho-“, you try turning to face him before the both of your start making any mistakes, but his hand presses your waist down, halting any movements you were about to make. Heat is flushing your cheeks.

“I’ll stop if you don’t want to, and I’ll turn away, and sleep downstairs. I won’t force you if you don’t want to.”

Shit, shit, shit. The more words Yunho speak, the more they aren’t registering in your damn head. His voice is melting in your ears, low and dangerous. The consequences that once rang like alarm bells in your head slowly grow muted, and now it’s just your carnal desire to let Yunho do whatever he wanted to you.

“I’m not doing this without your consent, my dear”, he reminds , and his hand is slowly trailing off your body. 

All the repercussions, completely wiped off when your feelings that you once tried to fucking hard to suppress behind to bubble up to the surface, and for Yunho to just summon them so easily when he says it so gently and with such  temptation.

But you should still probably stop this-

From the way you’re staying quiet, Yunho is ready to just cut his advances. After all, he’s not interested in making you feel uncomfortable, as much as he wants to just ruin you all for himself. He keeps his breathing light, but his heart is still beating loudly in his chest, bracing himself for the rejection, his hand gradually lifting from your waist, very much reluctantly-

Until he feels your hand cup his. 

“I wanna feel you, Yunho”, you answer him, loud enough for him to hear, even though it was only the two of you within the confines of the room. 

Yunho feels like he’s not close enough to you, even though the both of you are squeezed together, and his erection is evident—pressing shamelessly against the curve of your ass. It’s driving up the wall. 

Another thing he doesn’t expect is the way your fingers curl around his wrist, and you bring him to your braless tits, and he short-circuits when his fingers press against your hard nipples. You curse softly when he rolls them gently against his fingertips, and you lean back against his chest. Yunho takes the chance to kiss your neck down to your shoulders, making you melt all over again. 

But he doesn’t want to stay there for long. His cock is just throbbing and it’s overtaking his rationale. 

You always offhandedly complimented that Yunho had such long, slender and pretty fingers, and that he made mundane actions—writing, typing—look so attractive.

And now, his fingers are prying your legs to spread open for him.

His fingers dip into the wetness of your soaked folds, and his mind almost completely blanks out for the second time at the way you’re drenched for him. 

“Fuck. All of this for me?” He asks rhetorically, as he easily sinks two fingers in, hearing you choke from how his fingers are filling you up so well. The tip of his fingertips press against a spongy spot, and your head tilts back, face so flushed from the pleasure when he begins curl his fingers while in you and while he fucks your wet cunt. 

He’s not letting you form any coherent thoughts in your head, not while he’s finger fucking the thoughts right out your poor brain.

“You’re so fucking soft. Shit. I really want to fuck you so fucking bad”, he grunts in your ear, his hips grinding against your ass like a natural instinct to. 

“Your cock”, you mutter, struggling to keep your eyes open and mind clear. “Fuck. Need you to fuck me so good.”

Yunho inhales the scent of your hair wash as he peppers bites and kisses down the nape of your neck, smiling when he feels goosebumps spread across your skin.

He’s so tempted. But not yet. He desperate—desperate to see you fucking fall apart just with his fingers.

So he pulls his soaked fingers out, and for a moment, you whine at how empty your cunt feels, just ready to fucking beg him to fuck you with his fingers, his cock, whatever. 

He sits up, pushing the thick and heavy blankets aside, tugging your wet bottoms and panties off, giving himself a mental reminder to pocket your panties when he’s done with you. 

You’re spread open and perfectly wide for him to admire and drool over. By now, his eyes are pretty much adjusted the darkness, and the both of you are lazy to switch on the nightlight, so he’s definitely able to see your pussy in full view.

“Y-yu-“, your words completely cut off when he plunges two fingers right into your pussy again, filling you up completely. And this time, his other hand is on your clit, fingers rubbing, sending sparks flying beneath your eyelids. 

The pleasure makes you buck your hips, and it builds so dangerously quick in your abdomen. The sounds of your pussy growing so fucking wet only encourages Yunho to pick up the pace, catching a rhythm of fucking and rubbing your clit so perfectly that you realise the feeling is growing way too funny. 

“Y-Yunho-“ you try again. “Oh god. Feels weird.” Nonetheless, you don’t say it without your eyes rolling back and your abdomen flexing. 

“That’s it. Let it go for me, baby. It’ll feel so fucking good.”

Oh fuck. You don’t even register it before it happens—it totally washes over you, and you’re just helplessly submitting to how fucking good this feels as you squirt all over Yunho, your mind swimming in the depths of ecstasy, your moans drowned when Yunho seals your lips shut with his, greedy to just keep them all to himself, and well, also not trying to wake the whole chalet up. 

When Yunho pulls back and sees how flushed spent your face looks, he can’t help but sink deeper into his feelings for you. He goes in for another kiss, this time with your mind slowly clearing from the mind-blowing orgasm. Your arms wrap around his neck instantly, pulling him as close as you could, soft moans in between kisses only making him impossibly harder than he already was. 

He shifts to lie down on the bed with you again, this time the both of you facing each other. He tugs the hem of your shirt and lugs it over your head, before lowering himself slightly to face your chest. You don’t know how but his pants are somehow kicked off, somewhere on the bed, and he’s bare and so fucking hard when he presses his cock on your pussy. 

“Lift your leg for me, babe”, he says, palm sliding on the underside of your thigh as he feels you spread your legs open for him once more. 

Yunho rubs his cockhead along your wet fucking folds, before he pushes himself in, a whimper leaving his lips as he bites on your shoulder to stop any loud noises from slipping past his lips. 

He pushes himself in even more, and your arms are around his neck once more, light red imprints from your fingernails dig into his skin.

“Oh fuck. Oh fuck. Feels like fucking heaven. So fucking tight and soft”, he mutters, eyes so glazed, and arms so tight around you when he finally buries himself into the hilt. 

Your mind is complete mush by then—combined with Yunho’s cock that’s stuffed in you and the scent of his hair wash, you swear you were gonna cum for the second time. You knew he probably packed something, but holy fucking shit, you just never thought it would fill you up this fucking good. The rest of your senses slowly start to dull, the feeling of Yunho’s cock almost taking them  all away. 

“Shit. You’re fucking squeezing me-fuck!-here,” Yunho says, but it comes off as a broken moan. His head is buried into the crook of your neck, and you hear him trying to steady his breath through a slew of curses. 

“You wanna move now?” You ask, your fingers combing through his messy locks. Yunho thinks he might have some sort of hair combing fetish with you now. 

“Fuck, yes, please,” is all he replies before he pulls out slightly, then thrusting right back in, projecting fucking stars into your eyelids when he fills you up again and again. 

You press your head against the pillow, eyes shut from the pleasure. When you find the strength to open them, Yunho’s glazed out expression is what comes into view. He’s looking at you like you’re his fucking treasure. 

“Does it feel good? You feel so fucking amazing, y/n.”

“You can’t be asking me that when you’re fucking the thoughts right out of me”, and you squeal when he thrusts into you once more, filling you up to the brim.

“Even better. So my cock will be only the cock you know, right?” He smiles, fighting the urge to roll his eyes when your walls clench around him again.

And when you don’t answer, his hand slithers to your neck, and he squeezes, making you gasp. 

“Answer me, pretty.”

“Yes, fuck yes. Don’t need anyone else’s when you’re fucking me so good”, you cry, relishing in the way he’s gradually cutting off your oxygen supply. 

His thrusts grow harder and faster, his hands slowly letting go of your throat.

“That’s my good girl.”

And that makes your cunt flutter and pulsate uncontrollably for the second time, only now it’s on his cock this time. 

“F-fuck. Oh, that’s it. That’s a good fucking girl, cumming all over my cock like that”, his voice ups a pitch when you fall apart again. “I’m gonna cum. Make sure you’re full and dripping when I’m fucking done with you.”

And when he does, he leaves a whole garden of bites on your chest and shoulders on top of filling your pussy up with his thick and warm cum. You never thought his face would get anymore attractive, but when he cums? You could get addicted to pulling that expression out of him, that’s for sure. 

The both of you are panting as your highs wear off, hands still not off each other despite the shared warmth. He’s the first to let go, and you’re about to say something until he turns you around, and it’s then when his cock starts to harden in you. Your heart is beating rapidly again when his cock is filling you up once more, as it slowly displaces his cum that leaks past your sopping hole.

Your hand grabs onto his arm that’s snaking around your waist. 

“W-wait. We need to talk about my broth-“, and he hears you whimper when he pushes himself deeper into you, throbbing in you. The way he’s littering kisses down your neck is sending you into a spiral, and now you’re nothing but weak against him, and his fat cock.

“That can wait to tomorrow, babe. I promised that I’ll make sure you’re full and dripping once I’m fucking done with you right? Well, I’m not done fucking you yet.”

[onceinablueberrymoon]

made for this | husband!salesman x pregnant!reader

part 3 is up! scenario: pregnant!reader has a doctor’s appointment and wants to help husband!salesman by recruiting some new players at the clinic. the salesman has a different idea in mind… setting: a couple months after the events of season 1; sequel to this but can be read as a stand-alone fic warnings: pregnant!reader; a bit of spice and a lot of fluff; both reader and salesman feel morally superior to others; no use of y/n; second person POV word count: 931 notes: thank you all for the love on the first part! i hope i didn’t make the salesman too ooc, i try to keep things as accurate to the show as possible! but i think he is somewhat capable of having soft moments, although very rarely. i have at least one more idea for this series (if it can even be called that), so be on the lookout for that ٩>ᴗ<)و (also if anyone has any ideas for this ship, send them my way!) please enjoy! borders by @strangergraphics-archive

“Hey, can I borrow some business cards? I have an appointment at the clinic today and thought I’d pass some out.”

At your call, your husband walked into the bedroom to find you standing in front of the mirror next to your shared bed, adjusting your outfit for the day. He crossed his arms.

“I don’t think so. Any public involvement with the Games could endanger you,” his gaze lingered on your swollen stomach. He sighed, “You can’t defend yourself in your condition, no matter how much you think you can.” 

You just rolled your eyes and shot him a piercing look. 

“My pregnancy doesn’t impact my job, though. I can take care of myself just fine.” You took a couple steps towards him. “Who’s the one who befriended Gi-hun again? You?” You looked around the room before you pointed at yourself. 

“Me, that’s who,” you grinned proudly, only for your husband to cover his face with his hands, his patience clearly running thin.

“Besides,” you shrugged, “it’s not like I’ll be playing ddakji and smacking people. No, my dear husband, that’s your thing.” You brought a finger up to your lips. 

“I have my own ways to play.” You flashed a wicked smile towards your husband, causing him to shiver. 

Right there and then, you knew that you had won the battle.

…or so you thought.

In the blink of an eye, your husband swept you off your feet and pinned you on the bed with only one arm. Your startled expression pleased him judging by the wild look on his face. His unoccupied hand came to gently press on your growing stomach, adding to the tense situation. He brought his lips up to graze your ear.

“See how vulnerable you are? Just think,” he lightly bit at your helix, “others won’t be so nice.”

It was your turn to shiver. 

When you didn’t respond, he continued nibbling at your ear with his hand still firmly planted on your belly.

Soon after, he lifted his head and asked, “What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?” He kissed you deeply, only breaking away to gasp for air. The most smug expression was plastered on his face. 

“Oh wait, I do.”

How cheeky of him. And cheesy, too! 

You huffed, “Wow, already starting with the dad jokes? And not even the good ones either.” His eyebrow quirked upwards before he bent down to press his nose against yours.

“Do you really want to play this game?” He whispered softly, causing you to shudder. “You know I always win.”

Turning your head to the right, you let out a small chuckle.

“Oh really?” You retorted, “Prove it.”

This sent him into a borderline frenzy as he started planting kisses down the side of your neck. You threw your arms around his neck, a smile on your face. Sometimes it was just too easy to manipulate him.

As he was about to leave a mark, a sharp movement stopped him in his tracks. He blinked, snapping out of his trance. You were both confused when there was another movement, although not as sharp as the first.

The two of you looked down at your rounded stomach, and your husband removed his hand. The baby’s kicks continued nearly every minute, while you both just watched, not moving a muscle. Then, your husband lifted himself up off of you, moving to sit on the bed beside you. You sat up and, taking one of his hands, gently laid it on your stomach. Your husband carefully wrapped an arm around you, now acting as if you were made of glass.

“They’re so active. Do you think,” he paused, then in a whisper, asked, “Do you think I hurt them?” 

“No… I think they’re just making themselves known,” you kissed him on the cheek. 

Both of you sat in comfortable silence for a while, only to soon realize that you were now running late for your appointment.

“Is there any chance I can still get those business cards?” You pleaded. 

Your husband chuckled, “Absolutely not. In fact, I’ll accompany you.” 

“I thought we weren’t allowed to be seen together in public?” You furrowed your eyebrows. 

He let go of you and turned to open his briefcase at the foot of the bed. Pulling out some files, he nodded, “There’s quite a few prospective players residing at that hospital. You attend your appointment, I’ll recruit more players.” He flashed his signature smirk, putting the files back in his briefcase.

“Wow, I thought you wanted to come to my appointment with me!” You laughed, giving him a light shove.

Your husband gave you a knowing look, “I can’t do that. But I expect a copy of the sonogram.” He stood up, holding out a hand for you to take.

“What a gentleman.” You took his offer and stood up.

Placing a hand on your husband’s chest, you teased, “Try to take it easy at the hospital, hm? Most of the prospects there are already on the verge of cracking. We don’t want to break them before the Games – it wouldn’t make for a good show.”

Wrapping his arms around your waist, your husband pouted, “But where’s the fun in that?”

“Giving them a tiny sliver of hope, only to eventually rip it away…” You looked him straight in the eyes. “The suspense is so thrilling, don’t you think?”

“And here I was starting to think you weren’t cut out for the job,” he chuckled. He checked his watch, noting the time.

“We should get going – it’s rude to be late.” 

a/n: by the way, i don’t think i have it in me to write full-on smut, the most i can probably do is a bit of lime lol

tags: @preppyfella