#there’s a lot more than i was expecting

[soldatshandler]

Shower Suds.

summary: You give Soldat his first bath out of captivity.

warnings: Post!HYDRA Winter Soldier | Non-sexual nudity | Mentions of scars and injuries | Self-Harm mention | Post!HTP and abuse | PTSD symptoms & behavior

a/n: This wasn't supposed to be so long, but somehow it always happens when I write about him. Something sorta comforting with some recovery thrown in there. Unedited because I worked on this for so long lol ignore mistakes please! ;; wc: 5.8k

Filthy. You felt bad, really.

There was a lot of problems to tackle with Soldat's condition, but first thing's first...the soldier needed a bath. Badly.

He was dirty, his hair knotted, matted, greasy, his skin was covered in sweat and dirt, probably blood under the black uniform he still wore. The poor man stunk, and he didn't seem to even notice. Or care.

You found yourself in a bit of a hard situation, unsure of the best approach to cleanse him. A bath seemed problematic; he would essentially be marinating in his own grime, which was far from ideal. Would he sit for that long? Would he fight you? You weren't entirely positive.

On the other hand, a shower presented its own set of challenges. Your observations over the past days had revealed his struggle with prolonged standing. He didn't seem to want to stand for very long and often sat or laid down when he could. The majority of his time was spent either huddled in the furthest corner of the room or barricaded within the confines of the small closet, as if seeking refuge from an unseen threat.

As you mulled over the options, weighing the pros and cons of each, you ultimately figured a shower would be better in terms of cleanliness…if anything, you could have him sit in the bottom of the tub. Better than sitting in dirty water with the increased possibility of infection.

But there was one problem. How the hell would you get him into the bathroom in the first place?

You took a breath in, preparing for the worst, and went to the room he stayed in. It was the spare room in your apartment you barely used, but had been furnished as a bedroom in case someone you knew needed a place for a night or something. Not that you ever figured your friends would want to stay with you, you didn't have many to begin with. When you came in, your eyes scanned the room until they landed on him, spotting him huddled up in the corner like expected.

He didn't look up at you when you walked in, his gaze fixed downward and obscured by the curtain of his long, unkempt hair. The stillness that enveloped him was almost unnerving. Only when you took a few steps closer did he react, his head snapping up at you. His eyes bright blue against the dark, messy ink that surrounded them, like he tried to smudge off the black paint but failed.

You took another step forward, your movements slow and deliberate. You could see the change in his demeanor immediately with your approach, even as careful as it was; his breathing became more rapid and shallow, his chest rising and falling at an accelerated pace like he was preparing to be harmed.

"It's okay," you murmured softly, your voice barely above a whisper. Your hand extended slightly, palm open to try to soothe him. Carefully, you lowered yourself to his level, bending your knees until you were crouching before him. This position, you hoped, would make you appear less imposing and more approachable.

In the few days he had been in your care, you had begun to discern patterns in his behavior, learning to recognize the subtle cues that indicated his comfort level. You had started to understand which actions he perceived as threatening and which ones helped him feel more at ease. It was a delicate balance, one that required patience and constant observation, but you were determined to create an environment where he could begin to feel safe and secure.

"I think...a bath sounds nice. Doesn't it?" You asked him softly, smiling slightly to show you weren't intending to do any sort of harm. "It will feel good to clean off all that dirt...nice and warm water too...you've been shivering." You noted how cold he appeared to be, he was still latched in his cold clothes from when you found him. You were surprised the uniform kept in water.

He remained motionless, prompting you to reluctantly take a step backwards to leave him alone, you’d try later. As you turned away, the faint sound of movement caught your attention. Glancing back, you saw the soldier had risen to his feet, his eyes fixed upon you with an air of expectancy. "Would you like to come and shower?" you inquired, your voice barely above a whisper.

"Да." His voice was a harsh, grating sound, reminiscent of shattered glass scraping against parched earth. It was as though he hadn't uttered a word or tasted a drop of water in an eternity. Despite the brevity and roughness of his reply, it carried a weight of affirmation. You found yourself oddly relieved by this simple acknowledgment. It wasn't much, but in that moment, it felt like a significant step forward. The fact that he had agreed seemed like a small victory.

You had him in the bathroom. That was a good thing.

You pivoted slowly to face him, your gaze carefully scanning his imposing figure. For behaving so meekly, he was an intimidating body to be this close to. Your eyes meticulously traced the contours of his suit, lingering on the intricate array of tactical belts and buckles that adorned his outfit. Each piece seemed to serve a specific purpose, hinting at the dangerous nature of his profession. Your hand tentatively reached out, fingers trembling slightly as they approached one of the sturdy buckles.

Your action was met with an immediate and startling response from the soldier. His metal hand shot up with inhuman speed, grasping your wrist tightly, the cold metal a stark contrast to your warm skin. His hold was firm and unyielding, like a vice grip, yet it wasn't painful.

As his hand clasped around your wrist, his entire body tensed, transforming into a living statue. You couldn't help but flinch slightly at the abruptness of his reaction, your body instinctively recoiling even as his grip held you in place.

"I-It's okay, I promise," you managed to say, your voice deliberately calm and steady to avoid startling him further. You took a deep breath, choosing your words carefully. "I'm just going to help you undress for the shower... I promise I won't hurt you or do anything you're not comfortable with. We're just getting you cleaned up, that's all."

Your words didn't seem to have much effect at first. His eyes narrowed suspiciously, and his jaw flexed with tension. You remained patient, maintaining a soothing tone and open body language. "Take all the time you need," you added softly. "I'm right here, and I'm not going anywhere. It’s just you and me." His eyes scanned you intently, searching for any hint of deception or ill intent. You met his gaze steadily, allowing him to see the sincerity in your eyes. After what felt like an eternity, his grip on your wrist slowly loosened until he finally released you completely.

Second time's the charm. You reached out with steady hands, your fingers finding the first buckle on his tactical suit. With careful precision, you unfastened it, the metallic click echoing softly in the bathroom. Then, you moved to the next one, and the next, methodically working your way through each fastening. The process was slow but deliberate, each buckle giving way under your patient touch until, finally, the last one came undone. You paused, surveying your handiwork as the suit lay open, no longer confining him.

With the buckles undone, your attention turned to the decked out belt encircling his hips. You grasped the front, feeling the sturdy material beneath your fingers. You pulled the belt free from the thick buckle, the black leather sliding smoothly through the loops. As you removed the belt, you took care to lay it gently on the floor beside you, the heavy belt colliding with the tile was bound to make him jump and you didn’t want that.

The belt now removed, you returned your focus to the suit itself. Your hands found the straps, and you began to loosen them, pulling them out slowly and methodically. His uniform reminded you of a rehashed straight jacket, the uniform nearly acting just as one. When the tight suit gradually relinquished its grip, you noticed an immediate change in the soldier’s demeanor. The restrictive pressure eased, and you could see his chest rise and fall more freely. It was as if a weight had been lifted, allowing him to breathe deeply for the first time in who knows how long.

You watched, a mix of concern and relief washing over you, as he took in several deep breaths. The realization hit you then, a jolt of disbelief and worry. The suit had been so constricting that it had barely allowed him to breathe properly. The thought was infuriating. What kind of protection was that? What twisted logic had led to the creation of gear that endangered its wearer almost as much as it shielded them? You found yourself shaking your head in disbelief. What the hell...

"There we go...good..." You praised calmly, your voice a soothing whisper in the quiet room. He stood before you, now shirtless, his muscular frame tense with anticipation as he awaited your next move. Your eyes couldn't help but linger on his exposed torso, taking in every detail of his battle-worn body.

His skin was a canvas marked by the harsh realities of his past. Bruises in various stages of healing painted his flesh in a morbid palette of purples, yellows, and greens. Fresh cuts, angry and red, intermingled with older, silvery scars, creating a chaotic tapestry across his skin. Each mark had a different cause, accidental, intentional, self inflicted.

Your gaze was inevitably drawn to the most prominent feature: the junction where flesh met metal at his shoulder. The scar tissue surrounding his prosthetic arm was a sight that made your heart ache. It wasn't a clean, surgical line as one might expect, but rather a jagged, angry border that spoke of crude methods and little regard for the body it was attached to. The metal seemed to dig cruelly into his flesh, as if it were trying to consume more of him. You couldn't help but wonder about the pain he must have endured during the procedure, imagining how they had torn him apart with brutal efficiency, prioritizing function over comfort or aesthetics.

Despite the visible evidence of his suffering, he stood tall and stoic, awaiting your next move with a mixture of trust and trepidation in his eyes.

You offered him a gentle, comforting smile, you were acutely aware of his attempts to appear strong, but the reality of his fear was unmistakable. In that spare room, his demeanor reminded you of a cornered animal, flinching and retreating whenever the door creaked open. He cowered from you, even when you tried to give him water to drink. The sight tugged at your heartstrings, you didn’t know much of what happened just yet, but you knew whatever it was must’ve been utterly horrific.

"I'm going to help you out of your trousers now," you explained in a soft, reassuring tone. "Then we'll get you into the shower. The warm water will help you feel better, I promise." You paused, giving him a moment to process your words before adding, "Is that okay with you?"

He remained motionless. His lack of response was telling - not a nod, not a word, not even a flicker of acknowledgment in his eyes. He simply stood there, statuesque, as if bracing himself for whatever was to come next. The stillness was almost eerie, so you took a deep breath, steeling yourself for what was going to come. You truly hoped he wouldn't begin to put up a fight randomly, you knew you couldn't take him if he did.

You grasped the zipper of his pants and slowly pulled it down, the metallic sound echoing in the quiet room. As the fabric loosened, you gently tugged at the waistband, shuffling them down his muscular thighs and allowing the pants to fall around his ankles. Without a word, he stepped out of them, his movements controlled as he jerked his foot to get the leg of the pants off completely.

His gaze remained fixed on you, his expression betraying no hint of discomfort or self-consciousness at his state of undress. You found yourself averting your eyes, a mix of respect for his privacy and your own sudden shyness causing you to look away.

Turning your attention to the shower, you reached out and adjusted the taps, your hand testing the water until it reached a comfortably warm temperature, you could always adjust it upon request. The sound of cascading water filled the bathroom, creating a soothing ambiance. Once satisfied with the water's warmth, you looked back towards him, your arm extending in a welcoming gesture towards the bathtub. "Come on," you encouraged, your voice soft and inviting, "it's nice and warm." A gentle smile played on your lips, your expression meant to convey comfort and reassurance.

But even with your efforts, he remained motionless, his feet seemingly rooted to the spot where he stood. His lack of movement prompted you to maintain your encouraging demeanor, your smile unwavering as you waited patiently for him to make a decision.

The steam from the shower began to fill the room, creating a misty atmosphere that hung between you, yet he showed no signs of stepping forward or retreating. He just stood there, planted like a tree. You frowned, seeing that he wasn't going to budge.

"Hey, it's okay," you said softly, "It's just water, and it's nice and warm. I promise it will feel so good. You've been shivering for a while now, and I bet the warmth will be really comforting for your cold skin. There's nothing to be afraid of." You continued to encourage him, your tone patient and understanding.

The soldier's reaction was tense and wary. His metal arm plates made a series of soft clicking sounds as he shifted his arm and adjusted his stance, his body language radiating discomfort and distrust, maybe even a hint of growing agitation. The way he eyed the water, you could have sworn he thought you were about to subject him to some form of aquatic torture. His entire demeanor screamed of deep-seated fear and suspicion.

"It's alright, really... Look, see?" You demonstrated by reaching out and touching the water, letting your fingers trail through the warm liquid. You made sure he could clearly see that the water didn't cause you any harm or discomfort. Could he be afraid of the water? The concept seemed strange, but then again, you didn't really know or understand the full extent of his experiences or traumas. You had made so much progress with him already, and now all that remained was for him to sit under the water and allow you to wash him. It seemed so simple, and yet you could see the monumental struggle playing out behind his eyes.

He finally seemed to respond when he observed that you remained unharmed by the water, and he cautiously approached, his movements slow and deliberate. His eyes wore wariness with a flicker of curiosity, carefully scanning your form and ensuring you made no abrupt or threatening gestures. As he inched closer, his body language betrayed a conflicting desire for comfort and an instinctive need for self-preservation.

Once he had convinced himself of a relative level of safety, he gingerly stepped into the bath. The warmth of the water seemed to catch him off guard, and with an almost childlike lack of grace, he unceremoniously lowered himself into a sitting position with a loud thud and for a moment, he appeared startled by his own actions.

Now fully seated on the bottom of the tub, he allowed the soothing warmth of the water to cascade down his dirt-encrusted body. The grime that had accumulated over time began to loosen and swirl around him, running down his body and creating murky patterns at the bottom of the textured bathtub.

He sat motionless, gradually acclimating to the comforting warmth of the water cascading down his back in a gentle, soothing shower. It was foreign to him, a luxury he had been denied for far too long. His time with HYDRA had been bereft of such simple comforts; the organization was a cruel and unforgiving entity, more akin to a heartless taskmaster than a nurturing presence.

His experiences with something as harmless as water was vastly different to what you were treating him with now - he was subjected to harsh, icy streams forcefully directed at him, the intense pressure through the hose so severe it felt as though it was stripping away layers of his skin.

He remembers being forcibly submerged by his handlers, a cruel and twisted game that shattered his expectations of a simple, cleansing bath. What should have been a moment of respite transformed into a nightmarish struggle for survival, where he was forced to submit to their ruthless whims.

The memory of sharp, abrasive bristles tearing at his skin and the application of painful, saline substances lingers. He didn’t want to think about the unnecessary groping he encountered either, something he wished he forgot along with his life during the chair’s wipes.

These traumatic encounters left an indelible mark on his psyche, turning what should have been a basic human necessity into a source of fear and anxiety. The handlers' sadistic approach to something as fundamental as personal hygiene served as a constant reinforcement of their control over every aspect of his existence, even the most intimate and essential.

For him, the act of bathing became synonymous with vulnerability, pain, and the complete loss of autonomy, a far cry from the soothing, rejuvenating experience it was meant to be.

This gentle treatment you were providing was so different from the abusive handling he had endured in HYDRA, it almost caused him to panic, the feigning comforts he were offered by handlers before tricked him too many times, and he refused to let his guard down.

His glacial eyes gazed up at you, the poor man looked absolutely pitiful under the steamy water, his once greasy hair now thoroughly soaked as rivulets ran down the contours of his entire body. You took a breath and exhaled out a soft sigh, your hand slowly reaching for your own body wash. You didn't have any products specifically designed for men, so your expensive shampoo would have to suffice until you went shopping.

You pumped the bottle twice, watching as the clear, slightly viscous shampoo pooled into your open palm and the refreshing scent of cucumber and mint permeated the humid air, filling your nostrils with its crisp, clean aroma. You turned and addressed him softly, "Alright, I'm going to wash your hair now. Just try to relax and sit still for me, okay? This might feel a bit cold at first, but I promise it'll feel good once I start massaging it in."

The soldier regarded you with an inscrutable expression, his eyes betraying only a hint of that fight-or-flight instinct, his mind was reeling as he battled the urge to respond to your presence. You knew he had the strength to easily break your arm if he chose to, so you tried your best to be as slow and careful as possible. Your fingers delicately threaded through his hair, methodically working the shampoo into a rich lather. You watched as the suds multiplied and foamed, the soapy shampoo pure white on top and slowly stained the closer it was to his scalp.

You noticed that every so often he would flinch ever so slightly or instinctively pull away from your hands. You wondered if he had hidden injuries or tender spots on his scalp, or bruises or cuts concealed beneath his hair, or maybe knots of tension that had formed from prolonged stress or blunt impacts. His hair must’ve been yanked around, his scalp was extremely tender and while you did your best to soothingly massage, he didn’t enjoy it as much as you hoped because of the discomfort there.

"It's okay, I understand it might be a bit uncomfortable. I’m just getting all that pesky dirt and grime out." You spoke in a gentle, reassuring tone, moving a little bit quicker so you could rinse and move on. After thoroughly rinsing his hair, you applied conditioner in the same manner as the shampoo, and then rinsed it out again. He looked much better now, his hair was now clean, wet, and sleek, with a smooth texture and a noticeable shine. It was so much better than before, and it had to feel better too.

Your hand extended under the rain of water, dampening a soft, handheld washcloth and applying a generous amount of body wash to it. You worked the cloth until it produced a rich lather. The soldier moved which caught your eye, you looked up at him and saw he had recoiled, his gaze fixed warily on the washcloth. He became noticeably slower and more hesitant, his eyes widening slightly as he regarded the cloth with apparent apprehension, as if it posed a threat. You furrowed your brow at his reaction to the cloth, he looked at it like you held a weapon of some kind.

"Hey, it’s alright…this won’t hurt. It’s just a cloth, see? A cloth with some soap," you said softly, you felt so torn up about his reaction to the simplest of things. "I won't hurt you, I promise, I'm just going to wash you a bit...get all that dirt and blood off you." You raised your hand holding the washcloth in a placating gesture. “It’s warm, it will feel good scrubbing off all that dirt, you’ll be nice and clean.”

Gradually, he relented and shifted backwards to where he had been sitting, permitting you to gently glide the damp cloth across his skin, meticulously removing every trace of grime from his body. After a few minutes of washing him, you noticed he was beginning to find comfort in the experience. His eyelids drooped, and his head dipped down slightly, a tired expression settling over his features as he succumbed to the soothing sensation of your ministrations. He wasn’t exactly serene, but he was too drowsy to focus on much else other than the feeling of the rag gliding over his back and flesh arm.

You adjusted him and you tended to his metal arm, diligently working the cloth between the intricate plates and joints of titanium, ensuring that no speck of dirt remained. You weren’t exactly sure how the arm was cleaned prior to finding him, but clearly there wasn’t a worry about rust or anything of the sort. The soldier remained motionless, allowing you unhindered access as the warm water cascaded over his back, leaving a rosy tinge in its wake. He enjoyed the hot temperature, he hadn’t felt hot water in decades.

Your focus then shifted to his lower extremities, concentrating on scrubbing his legs and feet. As the rag moved up to a more sensitive area, you paused, pulling the rag off his skin and slowly extending the washcloth to him. You pointed towards his privates, you softly instructed, "You can…get right there, I’d rather not touch you in that spot."

The furrow on the soldier's brow gave away his visible confusion, his eyes darting between you and the offered rag with a mixture of uncertainty and hesitation. It was clear that he was contemplating with the decision of whether to accept your gesture or not, if there was an ulterior motive, or if this was some sort of test. After what seemed like an eternity of internal debate, he finally extended a trembling hand towards you. His movements were slow and deliberate, as if he were approaching a wild animal rather than a simple cloth.

He grasped the rag from your outstretched palm, his fingers curling around it slowly. Once in possession of the cloth, he set about the task of cleaning himself. His actions, though quick, lacked the assurance of someone accustomed to such basic self-care. Each motion seemed so carefully calculated, as if he were relearning a long-forgotten, essential skill. It had been so long since he was allowed to clean himself. His movements were unsteady, his hands quivering slightly as he went about his ablutions.

It had clearly been an extensive period since he had been granted even this small measure of independence. The concept of autonomy was a luxury he had been denied for far too long.

When he was done with his hurried cleansing, the soldier's gaze immediately sought yours out. His eyes, still holding the rag, were filled with expectation, awaiting your next command. His posture tense and ready to respond to whatever instruction you might provide. The rag remained clutched in his hand, as if he were unsure whether to return it or continue holding onto this small token of independence.

"Good, you're all done," you offered a warm smile to him. Despite the wounds still visible on his body, you felt a sense of accomplishment knowing that at least the layers of dirt and grime had been washed away, your work getting him clean would pay off and be better for the both of you. You reached over and turned off the water, the sudden silence broken only by the soft dripping from the showerhead. "Let's get you dried off," you said softly, gesturing for him to step out of the shower.

He complied wordlessly, his movements careful as he stepped onto the bathroom mat. You couldn't help but notice how vulnerable he looked, standing there dripping wet, his eyes never leaving your face, his body completely littered in discoloration. Reaching for a large, fluffy towel, you unfolded it and wrapped it around his shoulders, enveloping him in its warmth to fight off the rapidly cooling water droplets all over him.

As you began to slowly dry his body, you noticed a change come over him. His softened expression now returned to its usual blank mask and the brief relaxation he showed in the shower was long gone by now. His body returned to the stiffness he had before he got in. His eyes remained fixed on you, following your every movement with an intensity that was almost unnerving.

You worked in the quiet calm of the bathroom, carefully patting dry each part of his body, mindful of his injuries. The soldier remained motionless, allowing you to maneuver him as needed, but offering no assistance, like a doll. It was as if he had retreated back into himself, leaving only an empty shell for you to tend to. You wondered what he was thinking behind those watchful, guarded eyes, they were pretty up close. Glacial, stormy blue irises that had been glued to you since you started to tend to him.

After drying him off, you were lucky to find a pair of boxers in your apartment and helped him into them, where they came from wasn’t something you could remember at the moment, but you were glad you had them. He cooperated as you dressed him, then stood there clutching the towel around himself like a security blanket.

His gaze fixed on you with a mixture of expectation and vulnerability, as if silently asking for further guidance or comfort. His wide eyes blinked languidly, and his soft pink lips formed an almost imperceptible pout, giving him an endearing, slightly lost appearance.

Lost. He embodied the word entirely. Physically, mentally, emotionally.

Taking in his disheveled state, you smiled a little, "How about we get your hair detangled, hm?" Your voice was warm and reassuring as you reached up, your fingers lightly brushing against the damp strands, feeling the water practically seep out of the ends.

The soldier's reaction was a mix of acceptance and hesitation. While he didn't outright reject the idea, there was a noticeable lack of enthusiasm in his demeanor. However he didn’t dare reject the idea, worried about any kind of retaliation. So he made his way to the stool nestled beneath the counter and lowered himself onto it. As he settled into position, maintaining a stoic silence, his eyes continued to convey that enigmatic expression, hinting at unspoken thoughts or emotions.

You positioned yourself behind him, your hands instinctively reaching for a comb and a bottle of detangling spray already sat out from your use earlier that day. You recalled how your fingers had encountered numerous knots and tangles when you washed his hair, and thinking about how knotted it looked dirty made you sigh outwardly.

The fine mist of the detangling spray settled on his hair as you applied it methodically, you guided the comb through his locks, working patiently to untangle any knots you encountered. You tried to be as gentle as possible, knowing not only were there a ton of knots, but you remembered his scalp was especially sensitive and sore.

Soldat remained still as a statue, his posture composed and unwavering. His disciplined demeanor allowed you to work unimpeded, your movements careful and unhurried. He maintained a firm grip on the towel draped securely around his body, the fabric acting almost like a barrier and protecting him from the world. You continued to work the comb through his hair, encountering tangles and knots that spoke of recent exertion or neglect.

The process of detangling was slow, your touch continued to be gentle yet purposeful, muttering soft apologies when you ran into an unexpected knot. Teasing apart the snarls with patience and skill, the resistance lessened, and you found yourself able to run the comb smoothly through his hair, the strands falling into neat alignment.

"There we are... much better," you praised softly, your voice barely above a whisper. The sight of his hair, now brushed out and free of tangles, felt like a monumental achievement. You couldn't help but admire how the clean, detangled strands caught the light, a stark contrast to their earlier disheveled state. Your fingers ran through his locks, gently ruffling the hair from being so flat against his scalp.

You couldn't help but notice the angry red lines marring his skin, peeking out from beneath the towel. The blotchy colors on his skin that ranged from purple to blue, it made you frown. Your instincts as a caretaker kicked in, and you found yourself wondering if he would allow you to tend to those wounds. Hesitantly, you reached out, your fingers barely grazing the edge of the towel just wanting to get a better look at them.

In an instant the soldier suddenly sprang to life, standing with such force that the stool he had been perched on skidded across the tile floor, the harsh scraping sound shattering the previous calm. He retreated to the far corner of the bathroom, his body language screaming defensiveness.

His eyes, which had been closed or downcast for most of your interaction, now bore into you with an intensity that made you freeze. They held fear, yes, but also a raw, primal aggression that sent a shiver down your spine. It was the look of a cornered animal, ready to lash out at the slightest provocation.

You immediately backpedaled, not wanting to trigger any aggression from him. "Okay, okay... no wound checks," you reassured as you raised your hands in a gesture of surrender. You took a step back, giving him more space, silently cursing yourself for pushing too far, too fast. The fragile trust you had built over the past few minutes seemed to hang by a thread, you didn’t want to snap the little you had.

Your words had a calming effect on Soldat, who clutched the towel tightly in his fists, ensuring it remained securely wrapped around him. His gaze drifted down to his soiled attire, prompting you to shake your head in disapproval. "No, those definitely need to be washed," you explained, your voice dropping to a thoughtful murmur, "And to be honest, these can hardly be called proper clothes. I'll make sure to get you some suitable ones tomorrow, alright?"

Soldat's eyes met yours once more, his gaze still carrying a hint of coldness and wariness, but he managed a brief, almost imperceptible nod of acknowledgment. You gathered his discarded garments and deposited them into the washing machine, silently hoping that the combination of leather and other materials wouldn't prove too much for the aging appliance. The damn thing had to be ran twice already, you just couldn’t afford to buy a new one right now.

As you busied yourself with setting the appropriate wash cycle, Soldat seized the opportunity to hastily retreat to the room that had been designated as his temporary living space.

He immediately gravitated towards the floor, as he had been the past few days. You hadn't seen him use the bed at all, rather stay cuddled in the corner or inside the small space of the closet. The towel long forgotten and laid splayed out on the floor, he ripped the blankets off the bed in one fluid motion and proceeded to wrap himself up in them, burrowing beneath the layers of fabric for comfort and security. The blankets having replaced the towel's symbolism for safety.

You wished he’d rest on the bed rather than the floor, but you knew better than to try to alter what he was doing. Leave him to be comfortable on his own, that is the best thing to do in this situation. And if Soldat wants to sleep on the floor in a huddle of blankets, then fine.

You approached the doorway, peering inside to see him nestled in a cocoon of blankets. His exhaustion was written on his face, yet there was a noticeable improvement in his appearance. The layer of grime and perspiration that had clung to his skin was now gone, you knew he had to feel somewhat refreshed.

You cautiously stepped into the room and made your way towards him, acutely aware of how his body tensed at your approach. In response to your closer proximity, he burrowed deeper into the thick comforter that enveloped him, seeking refuge from your presence.

A soft, reassuring sound escaped your lips as you placed a water bottle within his reach. As you anticipated, he remained motionless under the comforter, offering no acknowledgment of your thoughtful action. He stayed hidden beneath the layers of fabric, like a child seeking shelter from imaginary monsters lurking in the shadows.

"Get some rest, Soldat..." you whispered gently, your voice barely above a murmur. "I'll be down in the other room if you need anything. Don't hesitate to call for me, even for the smallest thing." With that reassurance, you slowly stood back up and turned to walk out. A faint noise suddenly caught your attention, causing you to pause mid-step.

The gentle rustling of the comforter drew your gaze back towards the floor, curiosity piquing your interest. The soldier cautiously peeked out from under the blanket's edge. His tired, weary eyes met your inquisitive ones, there was a beat of silence.

"Спасибо," the soldier rasped out, his voice meek and slightly hoarse from disuse, but still loud enough for you to hear clearly.

"You're welcome..."

Dividers by @/strangergraphics

Cover images from Pinterest. I do not claim them as my own.

[cy-cyborg]

Disability Tropes: The Perfect Prosthetic

[ID: A screenshot from the movie Nimona, showing Nimona, a small white girl with red hair, grabbing the right prosthetic arm of Ballister, a knight in black armour with black hair and light brown skin. He is holding a broken bottle in his prosthetic hand while Nimona admires his arm. Overlaid on the screenshot is white text that reads "Disability Tropes: The Perfect Prosthetic" /End ID]

In a lot of media, prosthetic limbs are portrayed as these devices that act as a near-perfect replacement for a character who has lost, or was born without a limb. So much so that in a lot of cases, the use of a prosthetic has basically no impact on the character beyond a superficial level or their appearance, or it's portrayed as something that's even better than the old meat-limb it's replacing. This trope shows up most often in Sci-fi, but it shows up in all kinds of stories outside of that, even otherwise very grounded ones!

If a story isn't depicting the loss of a limb as the be-all-end-all worst thing that can happen to a person, they almost always default to a perfect prosthetic, functionally curing the amputation with it. But the reality is that prosthetics are FAR from perfect, and as someone who has used them for their entire life I don't think they ever will be. Limb difference is still and always will be a disability, regardless of the prosthetics available, and this really isn't a bad thing.

Why is this trope so common?

I meant it when I said this is a really, really a common trope, so much so that the majority of the media I've seen with amputees and characters with limb differences that released in the last decade or end up using it. Even stories where becoming an amputee is treated like a fate worse than death, ironically, aren't excluded from this. I have a few theories as to why this has happened: The pessimistic answer is that it's easy. You get to have a disabled character and claim you have disability representation, without really having to do much extra work or research because most of your audience won't notice if you aren't accurate - in fact they kind of expect it. You also, for the most part, dodge the backlash other kinds of disability representation (or really any minority representation) usually get. The more optimistic reason is that, for a long time, amputees and people with limb differences (as well as a lot of other disabled people) were predominantly shown in media as sad, depressed and unable to do anything, very much falling into the "sad disabled person" trope. As a kid, this was really the only way I saw people like me on screen or in books. And so, the limb difference community pushed back against that portrayal and were pretty successful in changing the narrative in the public's eye. A little too successful. A lot of creatives were genuinely trying to do right by our community, listen and do better, but many simply overcorrected and instead ended up creating stories where prosthetics were essentially cures instead of the mobility aids they are. I also think the public's general lack of understanding about disability plays a roll in all this. There are a lot of people who, in my experience, believe that the more visible a disability is, the worse it is. Limb differences and amputations are very visible, but prosthetics, even those that aren't trying to be discreet, make them less so. While using a prosthetic is very, very different to a biological limb, you won't necessarily see how in a casual interaction with, say a co-worker or neighbor, especially because there is a very real stigma applied to people with limb differences to keep those things hidden from the public. There are other reasons too, such as the fact that a lot of creatives don't even consider the connection to real amputees when creating characters with robotic limbs in genres like sci-fi and some fantasy, so they never stop to consider that these tropes could be impacting real people. Amputees are also very frequently used in "inspiration porn" content that uses the angle that disabilities can be "overcome" with a good attitude, downplaying the way those disabilities actually impact us. The prosthetics industry - specifically the component manufacturers, often also push the idea of prosthetics being the only way to return to a "normal" life, both to the wider public and to people with limb differences and amputations (which can add to that sense of shame I mentioned when it doesn't play out that way for them). On top of that, I also think the recent increase in popularity of concepts like trans-humanism contributes to it as well. these movements often talk about robotic or bionic body parts being enhancements and "the way of the future", and I think people get a bit too caught up on what may be potentially possible in the future with the real, current experiences of people with "robotic limbs" aka prosthetics, now. There are also inherently disabling things that come with removing and replacing parts of your body, things that will not just go away with some fancier tech.

So How do you actually avoid the trope?

So, we have some ideas about why it happens, but how do you actually avoid the "perfect prosthetic" trope from appearing in your work? The most important thing is to remember that this is still a disability. The loss of a limb, even with the best prosthetic technology or magical item in the world, will always have some inherently disabling aspects to it - and this is not a bad thing. The key is to not over-do it, lest you risk falling into the old "sad disabled person" trope. So let's go over some of the ways you can show how your character's disability impacts them. You don't have to use all of these recommendations, just choose the ones that would best fit your character, their circumstances and your setting.

The prosthetic itself is just different

Probably the most important thing to address and acknowledge for prosthetic-using characters, is the actual ways in which the prosthetic itself is different from a biological limb, and the drawbacks and changes that come with that. For the sake of simplicity, I'm mainly going to focus on modern prosthetics here, but it's worth considering how to apply this your own, more advanced/fantastical prosthetics too. One major thing that most people writing amputees fail to acknowledge is that prosthetic limbs are not fleshy-limbs with a different coat of paint. They do the same basic thing their meat-counterparts do, but how they do it is often drastically different, which changes how they are used. A really good example of this is in prosthetic feet. There are dozens of joints in a biological foot, but most prosthetic feet have no joints or moving parts at all. Instead of having dozens of artificial joints to mimic the real bone structure of a foot, which are more prone to failure, require power and make the prosthetic much, much heavier for very little gain, prosthetic feet are often constructed from flexible carbon fiber sheets inside a flexible rubber foot-shaped shell. This allows the bend and flex those bones provide, without all the drawbacks that come from trying to directly mimic it. Making the sheets into different shapes makes them more ideal for different activities. E.g. feet made for general use, like walking around the city, are simple and light, shaped to encourage the most energy-efficient steps, while still allowing their users to do things like wear normal shoes. Feet made for rough terrain often have a split down the middle of the foot to allow the carbon fiber sheets to bend better over rocks when there is no ankle, and some newer designs also include a kind of suspension using pressurized air pulled from the prosthetic socket to allow some additional padding. Running feet have large "blades" made of these carbon fiber sheets to absorb more pressure when the foot hits the ground, and redirect the force that creates to propel their user forward as quickly as possible.

[ID: A photo of 4 prosthetic feet. On the left, the foot is covered with a black shoe, the one to it's right consists of a small, carbon fiber blade, split down the middle, in roughly the same shape and size as the previous foot. Next to the right is an even simpler and smaller carbon fiber foot with no split, and finally is a very short foot that is vaguely rectangular in shape. /End ID]

These are some of my own prosthetic feet I've had over the years. The two on the right are designed to be used by someone who is less mobile, and the ones on the left are made for someone who is more active. As my needs changed over the years, I've used different designs and styles, and keep the old ones since my needs do tend to fluctuate.

There are also robotic feet available that are designed as a kind of "all-purpose" foot that use an electronic ankle which more closely mimics a biological foot, but they are not very popular as the mechanism adds a lot of extra weight and it requires a battery and power to work, with many amputees feeling the jointless carbon fiber feet do a better job at meeting their needs. The same goes for arms and hands. "Robotic" hands that mimic a meat hand exist, but they aren't really that popular, even in places like Australia where the prohibitively expensive price tag isn't as much of an issue due to government programs that pay for the device for you. Instead, most arm amputees who use prosthetics that I know prefer simpler devices that do specific tasks, and just swap between them as needed, rather than something that tries to do it all. A big part of this is because the all-purpose hands can be clunky. they often require manual adjustment using the other hand to do simple things like going from holding a deck of cards to putting them down and picking up a glass of water, for example. The few that don't require that, I've been told, are often temperamental and don't actually work for every person with a limb difference.

Altered Proprioception

Loosing a limb is a big deal and this is always going to have an impact on the body in some way that won't be solved with a fancy piece of tech. One such example is how limb loss effects your sense of proprioception. This is your sense of where your body parts are in space. It's how you (mostly) know where your foot is going to land when you're walking, or how you're able to do things like lift up a glass of water without needing to actually watch your hand do it. Your brain does this by creating a mental map of your body, but this map doesn't get adjusted if you loose a limb. If that map doesn't accurately reflect your real body, you're not going to have an accurate sense of proprioception. This might look like a leg amputee being a bit less stable on their feet, or like an arm amputee needing to look at their arm or hand to be able to grab something with it. Those born without their limbs who take to using prosthetics often have a lot of trouble adapting, as their brains aren't used to having that limb in the first place, whereas an amputee's brain can sometimes be tricked into using their outdated body map to help them adjust to the prosthetic (though its impossible to line it up perfectly). Prosthetics that directly integrate with the nervous system, while rare, do exist, and even this direct connection doesn't completely erase this issue for reasons doctors aren't quite sure about. This is something that does become less of a problem with time. Eventually, someone proficient with their prosthetic will learn to compensate, but their sense of proprioception will never be 100% perfect. At the end of the day, no matter how it attaches, a prosthetic is still not a natural part of the body, and that will always cause some issues. It also means if they aren't practicing it all the time, they may have to relearn how to compensate for it.

Extra weight

You also have to remember that a prosthetic is not a natural part of the body, like we already talked about, and so no matter how good it is, your brain will most likely always interpret the weight of the prosthetic as something attached to you, not part of you. This means that, even though prosthetics are actually a lot lighter than biological limbs, they feel so much heavier. This is because, while a meat limb is heavier, a lot of that weight is from muscles which are actively contributing to the limb working, so it doesn't really feel like its that heavy. When you have less of your meat-limb though, you have even less muscle to work with to move this big thing strapped to it, so it feels heavier. The more of the limb you've lost, or just didn't have, the heavier the prosthetic has to be, and the less muscle you have left to move it. It's for this reason that a lot of amputees and people with limb differences get tired faster when using prosthetics. Some of us are fit enough where you almost wouldn't notice the extra effort they need to put in, but once again, just because you can't see it from the outside, doesn't mean it's not an issue.

Avoiding Water

Most prosthetics also aren't waterproof, and so prosthetic users have to be very careful about when and how they come into contact with it. For amputees with electric components, contact with water at all will likely damage the device. This can even include especially heavy rain, something I was told to avoid when I got my electronic knee prosthetic and something I assume would also apply to arm amputees with complex, electronic hands. For those with non-electronic prosthetics, water can be hazardous for different reasons. If the prosthetic has metal components, water may cause them to rust, especially if it's salty water. Other prosthetics have foam covers to give the illusion of a limb with the general shape of muscles and fat, but these covers do not come off, and if they get wet enough that water seeps all the way through, it is very hard to dry it and they may become moldy. Finally, cheaper modern prosthetics may also float. Many are made of very light-weight materials and some have pockets of air trapped inside them. For leg prosthetics in particular, this means a user might, at best, struggle to swim with them on, but at worst, may get flipped upside down and become trapped underwater - something that happened to me as a very young child. On the flip-side, older prosthetics were usually made of heavy materials like wood or steel, and so had the opposite problem, acting like a weight and pulling a person down if they were to wear them in the water. Water-safe prosthetics do exist, I had a pair of prosthetic legs as a teenager that were hollow, and designed especially for me to swim with fins on when swimming in the ocean, and Nadya Vessey, a double leg amputee in New Zealand even got a mermaid-tail prosthetic made especially for use in the water. Most amputees though just swim without any prosthetics at all, and in 99% of cases, this is the easiest and safest way to go.

Prosthetic-Related Pressure Sores and Pain

Many people with limb differences also experience pressure sores from their prosthetics. Modern prosthetics typically attach to the body using a socket made of carbon fiber or fiberglass, held on either by pressure, using a vacuum seal or through a mechanical locking system built into the socket. No matter the specifics though, the socket has to be very tight in order to stay on, and this means that extended periods of use can lead to rub-spots, blisters and pressure sores. Many socket prosthetics also use silicone liners to add extra padding, but this means wounds caused by the pressure can't breathe, and bacteria in sweat has nowhere to go, meaning if the person doesn't rest when one of these wounds occur, it can very easily and quickly turn into a serious infection. In a properly fitting prosthetic, used by someone who has fully adjusted to them, this doesn't happen often, but it is something most amputees and people with limb differences have to at least be mindful of. Some new prosthetics use a different method of attachment, called Osteointegration - where the prosthetic attaches to a clip, surgically implanted into the person's bones. While Osteointegration avoids many of the issues like pressure sores that come from a socket, they have their own issues: mainly that they are incredibly expensive, and as of right now, have a pretty high failure rate due to the implant getting infected. Because the implants are directly connected to the bone, these infections become very serious very quickly. Many people with Osteointegration limbs have to be on very strong medication to keep these infections at bay, and they are generally considered unsuitable for anyone who is going to regularly come into contact with "unclean" environments.

Maintenance

[ID: A screenshot of Winrey, from Full Metal alchemist Brotherhood, a white woman with blond hair handing out the sides of a green hat. She is measuring a piece of metal from a prosthetic she is making while Ed, the prosthetic's owner, gives her a thumbs up in the background. /End ID]

Finally, prosthetics also require maintenance from a specialist called a prosthetist, and they don't last forever. Some parts, like a foot or hand, can be reused over an over, but the sockets of a prosthetic need to be completely remade any time your body changes shape, including if you gain/loose weight, you start experiencing swelling, or you're just a child who is growing. Children in particular need new prosthetics every few months because they grow so fast, and as such, their prosthetics have to be made with this growth in mind. If they go too long without adjustment or an entirely new prosthetic, it can seriously impact the child and their growth but even small adjustments can be costly, depending on where you live. While prosthetics are built to be sturdy and reliable, they need a lot of work to stay that way. The more complex the prosthetic, the more work is needed. Complicated electronic components may need to have regular maintenance done by your prosthetist or even the specific component's manufacturer, and depending on where you live, this might mean having to send your prosthetic limb away for this to be done. While my prosthetist technically has the skills and knowledge to do the maintenance on my electronic knee, for example, the manufacturer forbids anyone not from their company to provide this service, meaning my leg needs to be shipped off to Germany once every few years if I want to keep the warranty. This has the unfortunate side effect of sometimes your limbs getting lost in postage (shout-out to Australia Post, who lost mine twice), meaning it can be months before you get it back or get a replacement. Usually, you'll be given a replacement in the meantime if you need it, but walking on a leg that isn't yours, even when its correctly fitted, always feels a bit weird (maybe that's just me though).

Not every difference is Inherently Negative

We've talked about some of the negatives that come from having a prosthetic, but not every difference is negative or even really that big of a deal. In fact, often times, it's these little moments in the depiction of a disability that go the furthest and make it feel the most genuine. My amputations effect me from the moment I wake up, to the moment I go to bed, but that doesn't mean every single way it impacts me is always inherently bad or negative. For example, back when I was working a normal job and going to university, I would often come home, throw my legs off at the door with the shoes still attached and get into my wheelchair, the same way you might throw your shoes off after work and replace them with comfy socks and other comfy clothing. This is something I've only ever seen on screen once, with Eda from the Owl House (and she wasn't even an amputee yet, her limbs were just detachable)

[ID: an screenshot of Eda from the owl house, a very pale woman, laying on the couch in a bathrobe, her hair in a towel. She has taken her actual legs off, throwing them to the other side of the seat. /End ID]

After that, my day mostly looked the same as most other people working a 9 to 5, I'd make myself dinner, watch some TV or play some games, maybe do some extra work at my desk or chat with friends. The only difference is that it would all be from a wheelchair, mainly because my prosthetics were heavy and it was just easier to use the chair around the house. The fact my afternoon and evening routine was done from a wheelchair wasn't a bad thing, it was just different. Likewise, I also don't sleep or shower with my prosthetics on, for the same reasons most other people wouldn't take a shower or sleep in thigh-high, steel-capped boots. In your own stories, this might look like giving your characters similar alterations to how they go about their day. Let them take their arm or leg off when they're resting or relaxing, show them taking a few minutes longer to get ready because they have to put it back on, show them doing some things without it. Arm amputees in particular tend to get very good at going about their days without their arm prosthetics, and leg amputees often either learn to get around more relaxed spaces like their homes using a different mobility aids like wheelchairs or crutches, or just through hopping if that's something they're physically able to do. Even when everything is going well and working as intended, your limb-different character won't wear their prosthetic 24/7, no matter how much they love it. There doesn't have to be something wrong with it or painful about it to not want it glued to them at all times, just like you can love a pair of big heavy boots but not want them on when you're trying to sleep. For more action-focused stories, being an amputee, also changes things like how you fight. The specifics will vary from person to person, but for example, when I did Hap Ki Do, a Korean Martial art, my instructor heavily modified when I learned what techniques. Beginner-level kicks and most leg attacks were impractical for me, as the force from the kicking motion would usually cause one of my legs to fly off. I also couldn't jump very well, due to some complications with my original amputation that made my stumps too sensitive to withstand the force of landing again. So I ended up learning a lot more upper-body attacks much earlier than it is typically taught. By the time I got my green belt, I was practicing upper-body techniques usually saved for black belts - including weapons training that I could use my secondary mobility aids for, like crutches and my cane in a bad situation. Many holds that rely on creating tension in your target are also less effective on amputees, because either the anatomy that causes those holds to be painful just simply isn't there, or the body part in question can just be removed to escape. Whether we're talking about the negative things, or just neutral differences that come with using prosthetics, you don't want to go too far with any one example. The key is to strike a balance. Of course, the old writing advice of "show don't tell" also applies here. It's one thing to tell us all of this stuff, but unless we actually see it play out, it won't mean much.

How NOT to avoid the trope

Before we move on, let's focus for a moment on some common things I've seen that you SHOULDN'T do as a way to get away from the trope.

The Enhanced Prosthetic

A lot of sci-fi in particular will take prosthetic limbs, make them function exactly the same as a biological limb, but add something extra to it. This does change the way the prosthetic functions and is used, but it usually still ignores the actual disabling parts of having a prosthetic. A really good example of this can be seen in pretty much any futuristic setting, but personally, I think Fizzeroli, from Helluva Boss is the best one to demonstrate what I mean. Fizz is a quadrilateral, above knee/above elbow amputee with highly advanced prosthetics that function, more or less exactly like the limbs he lost, but with the added benefit of being super-stretchy. Fizz is an acrobat and a clown in service, at least initially, to Mammon, one of the Seven Deadly Sins. These prosthetics help him perform and we even do see how they change little things like how he walks and just goes about his day, but the show still treats them like natural arms and legs, but better. 

[ID: A screenshot of Fizzeroli from Helluva Boss, a white-skinned imp with 4 black, prosthetic limbs, dressed in teal a nightgown as he lays in bed, reading from a list /End ID]

We see that he never takes them off, even when sleeping, and when he needs to use them as regular arms and legs, they do everything he needs, perfectly fine - at least when they're working correctly. The only time he ever even takes them off or has any issues with them, is when they break in season 2. The word amputee is never used to describe him, as far as I remember, and the fact he is one never really comes up at all, except for when they break or when the story focuses on how he lost them. Which brings me to my next point.

The Glitchy/Broken Prosthetic

One way I see people try to avoid the perfect prosthetic trope, is to take the prosthetic and break it or otherwise make it unreliable by having it malfunction, but not really changing anything else. This approach is heading in the right direction but still kind of misses the point of the criticism a lot of limb different folks have with the depictions of prosthetics in the media. Yeah, prosthetics do break down and some do require extra maintenance, but if your character's prosthetic is still exactly the same as a biological limb (or even better, in the case of the "enhanced prosthetic") when it's not broken, and the only time their disability is treated like a disability, is when it breaks, you're not really addressing the issue. Real prosthetics, like we discussed, even when functioning at 100%, exactly as the manufacturer intended, don't function the same as a meat-limb. They are fundamentally different, and the glitchy/unreliable prosthetic completely ignores all of that. Once again, Fizz is a really good example of this - the only time his prosthetics are not perfect, is when they break or are malfunctioning (despite the criticism, I do genuinely love Fizz as a character, but he unfortunately does fall into a lot of disability tropes).

[ID: Another screenshot of Fizzeroli, this time in a torn up jester outfit, looking down, panicked, at his prosthetic arms which are fully extended and laying motionless on the ground, with his left arm visibly short-circuiting with electricity around it. /End ID]

Now this isn't to say you can't have your character's prosthetics break down or malfunction at all. just that this shouldn't be the only way you differentiate the prosthetic from a biological limb. You should also be mindful of how or why they're breaking. A typical prosthetic isn't going to break down randomly from normal use unless something is very, very wrong or your character just has a terrible prosthetist (which unfortunately, does happen). You might experience issues if you try to make the prosthetic do something it just wasn't designed to do, or expose it to something it wasn't designed to deal with though (e.g. submerging an electronic prosthetic in water and trying to use it to swim).

Just add Phantom Pain

Another common pitfall I see when people are trying to avoid the perfect prosthetic trope, is to just give the character in question phantom pain - which is a side-effect of amputation where your brain's mental map of the body doesn't acknowledged you lost a limb. Your brain tries to fill in the gaps, since there is no signals coming from that part of the body anymore, and assumes either something must be wrong and so you should be in pain, even when you actually aren't. Alternatively, it can also happen when your brain was so used to feeling pain from that area before, in the case of people who had chronic conditions before they lost their limb, that it just keeps remaking those old signals itself. Like the broken/glitchy prosthetic approach, this also doesn't really address the issue with the perfect prosthetic trope, because it has nothing to do with the prosthetic itself. Phantom pain doesn't come from the prosthetic, nor does it effect how they're used, and so including it doesn't really address the issue of the prosthetic being functionally the same as the original, biological limb. This isn't to say that you shouldn't include phantom limb sensation or pain as something your character experiences, but just keep in mind that, when used on it's own, it doesn't counter the trope. Also, just be sure to do your research, everyone's experience with phantom pain is different and it's not something everyone with a limb difference even experiences.

Why is this trope even a problem?

Alright, so we know what the trope is, we know why it became so prevalent, ways to avoid it and also how not to avoid it. All good information, but why is this trope even bad? Why should you try to avoid it? Outside of just wanting to portray a real disability that effects real people more accurately in your creations, the prevalence of this trope actually contributes to a lot of real-world issues, especially when it's as overused as it currently is. I've talked before about "the jaws effect" - where the depiction of something in the media, especially something that the public is widely uneducated on, influences how people see it in real life. The Jaws effect specifically referred to how the popularity of creature-feature movies featuring sharks, like Jaws, caused the belief that sharks were monstrous killing machines to become much more wide-spread, even going so far as to influence decisions about laws and policy surrounding real-life shark preservation and culling in some parts of the world. But sharks aren't the only thing this has happened to.

Disabled people are so thoroughly misunderstood by wider society, that when tropes like this one become popular, people can and often do start to believe the misinformation they spread - in this case, believing that our prosthetics are a perfect replacement for a biological limb, and that getting a prosthetic means you're not disabled any more. While this can be annoying and cause small scale issues for some of us, like people giving us a hard time for using disability accommodations we very much need, it can also impact us in systemic ways too. If the wrong people believe these tropes, it can and does have a very real impact on the lives of disabled people through things like changes to policies to make it harder for amputees and people with limb differences to access financial assistance for other things outside of our prosthetics we may need assistance with.

Conclusion

Despite the very real harm tropes like this can do when it's overused, I don't think it should go away entirely. Some of my favourite pieces of media even use the perfect prosthetic trope and there are even some kinds of media where I even think it's somewhat unavoidable. Characters with perfect prosthetics in kids media in particular, especially when talking about side characters, can help to correct some of the other stereotypes kids may have seen elsewhere - such as prosthetics being "creepy" or "scary" - in a way that is casual and easy for them to understand. The problem with the trope, in my eyes, is it's excessive overuse. It's the fact that it seems to be the only representation amputees and people with limb differences are getting now. Not every story with a limb-different character can or even should delve into the reality of what using prosthetics is actually like, but we need at least some stories that do, without it being this majorly depressing thing.

[piastrisun]

eyes on her.

pairings: oscar piastri x fem!reader, lando norris x bestfriend!reader.

summary: oscar has always liked certain a british actress, he later discovers she’s the best friend of his teammate. he’s anything but subtle about it.

faceclaim: deva cassel.

warning: swearing.

notes: named female character, not perfect english. a lot messed up dates in the tweets, i’m too lazy to change them. and it’s a liiiitle bit longer than i expected.

GQ MAGAZINE. HAVEN AND HER ACTING BREAK.

HAVEN’S CHATS: LANDO NORRIS.

SAKHIR, BAHRAIN. FEBRUARY 29.

haven just added to her story.

replied to your story:

landonorris people already know that you’re not special

haven you’re the worst ™

carlossainz55 ferrari garage hello???

haven yes sir going now! 🫡

charlesleclerc RED LET’S GOOOOOO FORZA FERRARI

haven please get help

OSCAR’S CHATS: LOGAN SARGEANT.

MIE PREFECTURE, JAPAN. APRIL 07.

liked by alexconsani, oscarpiastri and others

haven papaya weekends & me are like this 🤞🏻🧡

tagged: landonorris, oscarpiastri

view all comments

landonorris mclaren girl 4eva

haven is that a threat

landonorris would you believe me if i say no?

username1 my most parasocial friendship

oscarpiastri papaya suits you :)

haven thank u oscar :)

username2 the smiley faces, i’m sobbing

username3 haven is #her confirmed

username4 THE LAST SLIDE

username5 he looks so cute ♥︎ liked by author

username5 NOT HAVEN LIKING MY COMMENT

username6 y’all know what that means…

username7 they’re just friends who met months ago CHILL

carlosainz55 ok now it’s time you wear red

charlesleclerc i second that

landonorris no keep dreaming

carlossainz55 well, at least we tried

username8 he’s insane 😭😭

MIAMI, USA. MAY 05.

liked by landonorris, username10 and others

haven five years ago i saw you start your greatest dream. i’ve never doubted how talented you are. congrats to my best mate on his first win. i’m incredibly proud of you, and i love you to death. P1 BABYYYYYY. 🧡

tagged landonorris

view all comments

landonorris love you soooo much, thank you for all the support through the years, and for being here with me today, you’re the BESTTTT!!!! ♥︎ liked by author

landonorris i always dreamed of the day you’d be nicer to me, and now i cant stop cryijndk

haven bitch i’m always nice

landonorris the moment is over i hate you

username2 what if i say this makes more sense than haven and oscar

username3 what🧍🏼‍♀️

username4 they’ve said multiple times they’re like family, WHAT ARE YOU ON

username5 GO OUTSIDE

username6 lando’s first win i used to pray for times like this

oscarpiastri future of mclaren baby

landonorris who are you calling baby 🤨

oscarpiastri you???

carlossainz55 you better

carlossainz55 wait, you better not

username7 they’re so siblings coded

YOUTUBE VIDEO: THE LIE DETECTOR.

MONTREAL, CANADA. JUNE 08.

haven just added to her story.

replied to your story:

bellahadid i hope you’re being so loved 🥹

haven i am!!!!

charlesleclerc i know a wag when i see one

haven cause you change yours every week and a half??

charlesleclerc root in hell

landonorris i can´t keep my mouth shut

haven i´ll break your leg if that happens

landonorris ok miss girl

BARCELONA, SPAIN. JUNE 20.

liked by username1, username2 and others

deuxmoi emmy award winner actress, haven, spotted with mystery man this weekend in barcelona after weeks of rumours about a possible lover.

view all comments

username3 oscar piastri dead at 23

username4 oscar piastri is somewhere sobbing

username5 IM CRYING

username6 friendzoned at its best 😭😭

carlossainz55 is there anything you want to say @/haven?

haven not really

username7 ariana what are you doing here

username8 you’re NOT convincing me that is not oscar

username9 GET EMM

username ok grandma let’s get you to bed

SPIELBERG, AUSTRIA. JUNE 27.

MONTE CARLO, MONACO. JULY 13.

haven added to their story.

replies to your story

logansargeant he just can’t hide his love 😔

haven i hate him

username HELLO?????

username2 no way

liked by charlesleclerc, landonorris and others

haven took a break from my world to discover a new kind of happiness, and i found it in you. thank u, osc. <3

tagged oscarpiastri

view all comments

haven before you all ask, lando does approve

username1 TOLD YOU ALL I TOLD YOU AND YOU CALLED ME DELUSIONAL

username2 and you were, goodnight

username3 we all literally thought he was going insane, we’re not any better

username4 i need to talk to someone about this

username5 you won the greenest flag ever

username6 naaah, he won

oscarpiastri real

landonorris thank you osc??? more like “thank you lando for introducing us”

haven mate 🥰🥰 no way, he liked me before he met you

username7 what a flex

landonorris i’m going to be best man at your wedding called it

logansargeant what the fuck no, I CALLED IT FIRST

landonorris then a maid of honour idc

username8 normal people would’ve lost their minds over this but lando’s already planning their wedding, what’s wrong w him

oscarpiastri love you pretty girl :)

haven love you more pretty boy :)

username9 i’ll be dead SOON

username i’ll never get over the smiley faces 😭😭

carlossainz55 ❤️❤️

username1 i just know he went bald

bellahadid 💘🪽

liked by haven, landonorris and others

oscarpiastri two years ago, i saw a star on screen, now i get to call her my girlfriend. feeling incredibly lucky.

view all comments

oscarpiastri this is also my public apology to my girlfriend for being terrible at being subtle

haven apology taken <3 do it again

username “my girlfriend” i actually want to die

haven i’m the luckiest to have enchanted you since that moment ♥︎ liked by author

oscarpiastri i fell for you then and i would’ve fallen at any time.

username1 YOU MAKE ME SICK

username2 they really pulled the cutest hard launch ever

landonorris teammates to brothers trope ❤️

oscarpiastri that is not a thing but i’ll let it slide

landonorris ty, now let me celebrate the best day of my life

haven you’re such an strange human

charlesleclerc welcome to the leclerc family, haven!

haven we literally met first

charlesleclerc but you chose to be a norris

haven proudly !!!!

username3 why am i sobbing over this 😭😭

landonorris me too 😭

username4 LMAOOOOO

username5 HAND PLACEMENT IM KILLING MYSELF

logansargeant obsessed

oscarpiastri indeed

username6 can’t believe you bagged her before i could (i had no chance at all)

username7 third picture, damn, can oscar fight?

username8 take care of her, piastri, cause we’re NOT friends

©⠀piastrisun original work. please don’t translate, claim or repost any of my writing, 24’.

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Doting

Tags: jjk men as dads, tooth-rotting fluff, comfort drabbles

Synopsis: How the JJK men treat you while pregnant (spoiler warning- they dote on you.)

An: This is my formal apology for writing Nanami angst on the “Baby’s first words” post 😔 it will never happen again (can we stop with the death threats now?)

SATORU • SUGURU • TOJI • SUKUNA • NANAMI

SATORU

Oh, your loving husband is all over you while you’re pregnant. He genuinely has such a cute fascination with all the changes your body is going through. He seriously thinks you’re so strong for carrying his heir.

He loves rubbing your bump. In fact, he will always be touching it in some form or fashion while you two are together. When he’s away on missions, he has you send him pictures and updates on your pregnancy as if anything major has changed in a couple of days.

You best believe he is ready to indulge you on your every craving, no matter how strange. It’s three a.m and you’re crying because you need that specific brand of chicken wings and a can of whip cream? He’s heading to the store immediately to fetch whatever you tell him to.

He genuinely worries about being a good dad. Many nights he lays his head on your bump and talks to you about how teaching didn’t come naturally to him. He wasn’t born knowing how to meet people where they’re at. He use to expect people to be able to meet him on his level. He worries that he may inadvertently put a lot of pressure on his kid, and that’s the last thing he wants due to how he was raised. He just wants his kid to be a kid.

He’s the best, most loving and compassionate dad to your baby, more than you could ever hope for. Even if teaching didn’t come to him naturally, being a father did.

SUGURU

He’s such a “sit down and let me do it for you” while you’re pregnant. He cooks, cleans, works, and tends to you completely throughout your pregnancy.

Suguru gets hyper fixated on your health during pregnancy. He only feeds you the yummiest and healthiest foods while you’re pregnant. He encourages for you to sit on the yoga ball and do (very) light exercises. He just wants the best for you and his baby.

Whenever I said he tends to you, I genuinely mean he tends to you. He’ll gently brush your hair at night time, rub your back when your belly is becoming heavy to carry around, serve your breakfast, lunch, and dinner in bed, carries around emesis bags and breath mints for if you get morning sickness while you two are out.

This man is the king of enforcing your boundaries to people when they don’t listen. That really annoying family member that insists on being there for the birth even though you’ve already explained to them that you want this to be an experience for just you and Geto? Yeah, he’s made it very clear to them that they will not be at the birth if they want to be in your kid’s life.

He is absolutely not afraid to hurt feelings if it means his wife and future child are safe and cared for. He really don’t give a fuck who anyone else is. You and his child are first priority.

TOJI

Toji is definitely the type to express his love and devotion for you in other ways than the most conventional methods.

He is so incredibly gentle while you’re pregnant. He doesn’t rile you up as much or play fight with you anymore. He constantly reminds himself that you’re carrying another life inside you and that you have enough on your plate.

This man… whew does he love seeing you pregnant. Toji’s the type of man to feel so feral when he looks at you heavily pregnant with his kid.

He adores your body. He’ll rub lotion all over you and oils to help your skin accommodate to the stretch of carrying a kid. He massages your body and absolutely worships it while he’s rubbing the lotion and oil on you.

Your breasts are sore? He’ll gently massage them until they feel better. Your back hurts? He’d be the type to lift your bump up and take the weight off you for as long as you ask him to so you can feel relaxed for a few minutes.

And look this is probably TMI but like, if you got a clogged milk duct due to breastfeeding, Toji would unfortunately be the type of man to fix that issue with his mouth. i’m sorry but he would.

Final thing is, you better believe that he doesn’t allow anyone to get too close to you. He is so unbelievably protective over you while you’re pregnant. If he could, he’d lock you up at home to prevent anyone from getting close to you.

SUKUNA

On the outside, he acts very nonchalant and unbothered by your pregnancy. On the inside, he is constantly plagued by the thought that your body may not be able to carry his heir. The thought of losing you or his child haunts him.

He will secretly observe and take notes on your body and how it is changing. If he catches you expressing any sort of short windedness, he will immediately send you off to bed rest. Though, you’re usually able to convince him to take you off of it by the next day.

The only servant he trusts to tend to you is Uraume. No one else in his court is allowed to be anywhere near you unless he gives specific instructions. Still, he hates leaving you in the care of Uraume. He trusts them, but he wants to be the one to take care of you.

He loves holding your body close to him at night. All four arms are wrapped around you and holding you closely. Since he doesn’t need much sleep, he will stay awake rubbing on your tummy all night long. One time, he felt the baby moving in your stomach while you were asleep. He was so intrigued that he woke you up and told you to “make them do it again”.

Now, he will randomly approach you at any given time while you’re heavily pregnant and hold his hand out so he can feel his baby moving around inside of you. It soothes his worry.

During birth, Sukuna was a complete mess. The amount of blood lost during birth fucking terrified him. He was panicking and yelling at anyone to do something to save you, even while everyone was assuring him that you’re okay and this was natural.

After 9 long excruciating months of extreme worry and constant fear, he finally feels peace when he’s cradling a newborn in his arm and a sleeping wife in the other arm. All of his hard work to protect you paid off he thinks.

NANAMI

Oh, to be pregnant by the king of domestic love himself.

Nanami is the type of man to immediately start working on a nursery for you as soon as you reveal to him that you’re pregnant. He immediately changes the guest bedroom into a nursery that you design for your little baby.

He reads up on all the parenting books and articles. He’s constantly compiling things to either do or to not do during pregnancy and even while raising a kid.

Like Geto, he tends to your every need. He is a total house husband all while working 40 hours a week. When he’s at work, he is constantly calling and texting you to make sure that you’re okay and taking care of yourself, but let’s be fr he literally did everything for you before he even left for work (meal prepped for you, set out your clothes for you, put out all your self care items in case you want to bathe).

When you express concerns of your body getting bigger to him, he does everything in his power to show you that he loves and respects your body for creating life. He literally cherishes and worships your body for hours if you let him.

Like Toji, Nanami is protective over you. He constantly has an arm around you if you two are in public, and he watches everyone who dares to get close to you like a hawk. If he gets a bad vibe about anyone, he’s immediately stepping in front of you and taking over the conversation.

Nanami is the best partner to have during birth. His reading of articles during your pregnancy really paid off. He is supportive without being overbearing. He listens to your needs and tends to you without question. Constant praise and encouragement while you’re giving birth. The moment he gets to snuggle with you and the baby is the moment he realizes that he cultivated the life of his dreams. He has the family he always wanted.

[madaqueue]

gn!reader - 18+ MDNI (jjk spoilers !!!! also just....angst. lots of angst)

you never hated the rain. satoru made sure of that.

“it’s a way to prove things are alive!” he’d beam, gaze fixed on the window as it slowly collected droplets, tracing their path down the glass. he smiled when they’d meet, rivulets diving down and onto the concrete below to join one another. as if they, too, were alive.

maybe that’s why you’d find him standing outside during storms, hair matted and clothes drenched. soaked in proof.

it’s almost fitting that it’s raining today.

almost.

the rain sounds hollow as it litters the ground. the dirt. the empty casket. for someone so loud, who filled every space with his soul and energy and mind, you would have expected more. but then again, not even the sun exploding and burning and wiping everything away until the only noise echoing through the universe is a chant of his name would be enough to capture him. to honor him.

instead, today, there’s no sound anywhere.

you want to scream, to pull out the grass and slam your fists onto the wood just to make something happen.

but it won’t make him come back.

it won’t make his arms wrap around you, pulling you into his warmth. it won’t make his lips press kisses over every inch of your skin like a promise. it won’t make those bright blue eyes linger a moment too long on yours. not ever again.

and then you’re on your knees. you’re screaming and your chest hurts and the rain tastes saltier than you remember and you feel like you’re drowning in it.

maybe then you’ll at least get to see him again.

“hey, it’s okay,” a warm voice pulls you back to the surface for a moment. but the hand rubbing your back is too small. it’s not him. “let it out,” shoko hums behind you, holding an umbrella above your shaking form.

you feel weak, like a strong enough gust of wind could blow you over. you wish it would. you wish it would throw you into the hole in the ground and cover you in wet soil and mud. even dirty, satoru would love you.

you wonder if he’d find this pathetic. he was never one for dramatic displays, especially for his sake. but then again, he never looked down on you for how violently the waves of your emotions seemed to throw you around, crashing into rocks and tumbling underwater. no, he would just rub your back and kiss your tears away. “it’s okay,” he’d whisper, “i’m here.”

but now he’s not here.

and he’ll never be here again.

and you can’t bring him back and you can’t hear his voice or his laugh or the soft little breaths as he fell asleep in your arms and you can’t say “i love you” ever again. because you won’t. you won’t ever feel what you felt for him again.

your heart is buried in the ground and no amount of digging will bring it back.

but then, more arms wrap around you. they still aren’t satoru’s, but they’re warm. in spite of the rain.

“we miss him, too,” yuji whispers. the others don’t say anything - they don’t have to, they can’t. what more is there to say?

but then, as they hug you, and you hug them, the grief gets a little lighter, just for a moment. because you’re all carrying it together. his students, his future, will hold him in their memories and bring him with them.

your head falls back, and raindrops land on your cheeks. the same places satoru’s lips used to be.

the sky matches his eyes.

maybe you can find him in the rain.

a/n: sorry :/

[lulunothulu]

“Just hold me”

Jake “Hangman” Seresin x Reader

Summary: Your husband has been away a little too long for his liking. So when he comes home, he’s a lot more emotional than he thought he’d be.

Content: FLUFF, sad Jakey, anxiety

Everyone thank @hunterthecharmer 💗🫶🏼 pic is there bc he looks so cute

Jake knew what he wanted when he finally got off the damn plane.

You. Specifically, to hold you.

He’d been deployed for a mission for the past four months and while it wasn’t as long as his other deployments, these past four months felt longer.

He’d spent the last four months missing you. Missing your scent, the feel of your soft skin on his fingertips, your lips.

So when he finally landed and reached your guy’s house to find that you weren’t home, his whole body felt the disappointment.

He falls to the floor, pain coursing throughout his chest and down his stomach. He could’ve sworn you said you’d be home when he got back.

His plane was on time. While he did tell you he didn’t need you to come get him since his truck was parked in the airfield parking lot, he was still hurt you weren’t there.

It wasn’t even the fact that you weren’t home—actually it was. He expected you to be home and now that you weren’t, he felt like he’d have to wait however long it took you to get back home.

I just need her. I need her in my arms. I need—

He started to breathe, at least he thought he was. It wasn’t until he felt his chest moving too fast that he realized he was having a panic attack.

She should be here. Why isn’t she here?

The tears come at that point. He’s a shaking, crying mess at the foot of the stairs he barely had time to crawl to before the attack started. He squeezes his eyes shut, drowning out everything around him.

Just breathe. Just—oh god.

He tries to count to ten slowly, trying to get his breathing back to normal but it doesn’t work. Tapping his chest at an even pace wasn’t helping either.

The sound of the front door opening didn’t even register in his brain until he felt your arms wrap around his shoulders and thumbs caress his cheeks.

“Baby? Jake?” Your voice was faint, too far away.

“Baby I need you to breathe,” you continue. “Jake, focus on my voice. I’m right here. Come back to me.”

Jake’s eyes flutter open, barely opening enough to see your sweet face before him. Worry and panic fill your eyes and he can’t help but reach up for your cheek.

“Hi darlin’,” he hiccups. “I can’t—I can’t…”

“It’s okay,” you coo. “I’m here. Just breathe. Just hold me.”

Jake’s arms wrap around your waist, pulling you onto his lap before hurrying his face into her neck and breathing your scent in.

He’d missed you. God, when was the last time he’d had a panic attack? And all because you weren’t home? No, it was more than that. He’d been away from you too long. You were his safe space.

His home.

“What happened?” You asked.

“You weren’t home and I just—” He takes a shuddering breath before continuing, “I panicked. I don’t know why. I expected you to be home but when you weren’t…well, you know.”

“I’m sorry baby,” you tell him. “I thought I had more time. I was getting some groceries to make you your favorite dinner and I lost track of time.”

Jake only squeezes you closer to him. “It’s okay, you’re here now.”

“I’ll be here as long as you need me.”

“But the groceries,” he starts.

“They can wait, just hold me.”

You feel him smile into your neck before you feel his lips. “Thank you.”

[justagalwhowrites]

Oral Fixation - A TLOU One Shot

It's your boyfriend Joel's birthday but what do you give the man who has given you so much? AKA You learn how to give Joel a blow job. A one-shot set in the Lavender universe.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader from Lavender

CW: Oral sex, mild age gap (Joel is turning 33, reader is 21 almost 22), mild description of past sexual encounter involving oral sex that wasn't the best, Joel is almost disturbingly happy because he hasn't been traumatized yet RIP trauma-free Joel, unprotected P in V sex, no use of Y/N, 18+ only minors DNI

Length: 4.5k

A/N: The final part of the Joel Miller Birthday Celebration! Can be read as a stand alone fic with the understanding that reader is Sarah's nanny and has been seeing Joel for about six months.

Masterlist | Lavender Masterlist | AO3

September, 2000

“I can’t believe you talked me into this,” you said, all but clinging to Cassie’s arm as the two of you made your way through the adult store. You weren’t sure what you’d been expecting but it wasn’t this, neon colored silicone penises and intimidatingly tiny scraps of lace everywhere you looked. 

“And I can’t believe you don’t own a vibrator,” Cassie said, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be such a prude, with the way you and the DILF go at it I’m pretty sure you’ve had more sex than I have at this point.” 

Your cheeks got hot but… she was probably right. You and Joel had sex a LOT. So much that it was hard to believe that, just six months earlier, you’d still been a virgin. Sure, you doubted that sex with anyone else was even half as good as it was with Joel but it felt like you’d been denying yourself a whole world of good things because you’d been reluctant to make that leap for so long. Now, you wanted to make up for lost time, something that Joel was happy to oblige. 

But, because you were so new to it, you didn’t really know much and, what’s worse, you didn’t know what you didn’t know. 

Which is why you’d turned to Cassie in the first place. Joel’s birthday was coming up and you’d drawn a complete blank on what to get the man. You’d never gotten anyone a birthday gift who wasn’t your grandmother or your friend. What the hell did you get a boyfriend? What the hell did you get a man? 

“You, naked, ready to recreate the filthiest porn the guy’s got,” Cassie said, not even looking up from the latest issue of Cosmo as she did. “And, because it’s you, bake him a cake or something. He’ll be thrilled.” 

“I don’t know that Joel watches porn,” you crinkled your nose. That made her look up. 

“Are you fucking kidding me?” She asked, incredulous. “Babes. He’s a man. Of course he watches porn.” 

“I’m sure he would if things were different,” you said. “But he has a kid at home, we have to fight for privacy, I don’t think he’s exactly sitting down and putting on some…” 

“He is,” she said, closing the magazine now. “I promise you, he is. Maybe less now that you’re in the picture but he definitely is. Stashed under his bed or in some shoebox at the back of his closet is a pile of all his dirtiest fantasies and all you have to do is gift wrap yourself, ready to fulfill them.” 

So you might have done some snooping the next time you were at Joel’s before he got home from work. 

Maybe. 

Just a little. 

And yeah, Cassie might have been right. There might have been a box - one a bit bigger than a shoebox but not much bigger - that had tapes and magazines inside. You took a quick inventory, looking at the covers of the videos and flipping through the pages of the more well-worn magazines. 

It seemed both invasive and oddly impersonal, rifling through something that was mass produced and clearly not intended for you to see but was something that it seemed like you should know. The women in the magazines and on the covers of the tapes were so much more… everything than you were. More sexy, more confident, more knowledgable. It made your stomach twist. 

Was this what Joel really wanted? He was older than you and you’d been a late bloomer in the romance department. Of course he had more experience but he’d never made it sound like anything was missing from your sex life. But maybe he was just being nice. Maybe what he really wanted was something more like whatever someone named Candy was doing on the back of this VHS sleeve. 

It seemed like the least you could do for Joel was find a way to give him what he wanted.

So Cassie had convinced you to come to this store to figure out something to do for him for his birthday. Not that you had much idea what that would be. 

“What’s his favorite color?” She asked, examining the tiny scraps of lace. 

“Forest green?” You asked more than answered, examining something that you were pretty sure was a bra but seemed to be missing some key components. You were about to move on to something else when one of the movies playing on the opposite wall caught your eye. It was one of the actresses from the tapes at Joel’s, you recognized her. She was looking hungrily at a cock before taking it into her mouth, eyes closed in bliss with a satisfied groan. 

Cassie noticed where you were staring and joined you, smirking a little. 

“Like watching someone get their dick sucked, eh?” She teased, elbowing you lightly. 

You glared at her. 

“I just…” You looked back at the screen. “I think Joel has that video.” 

“Really?” She said, brows raised, looking back at the screen as the woman started to slide up and down the thick cock. “Well, that’s simple enough. Just blow him, wham bam thank you ma’am, you’re set.” 

“I don’t…” 

“Oh don’t tell me you suck him off too much as it is,” she said. “Your sex life is already insufferably perfect.” 

“No,” you said, defensive, your cheeks getting hot. “I just…” 

“Just what?” She asked when you stayed quiet a bit too long. 

“I’ve never… done that,” you said, looking back at the screen as the woman there hollowed out her cheeks and moaned. 

“What!” Cassie yelped and you shushed her as the other people in the store turned to stare. “You’ve never…” 

“Not with Joel,” you said quickly. “I did once with a guy but it didn’t go great and I really didn’t like it and honestly I think Joel might be too big to…” 

“Too big?” She grabbed your arm, her eyes wide. “Babes, you said he was big but like… what do you mean too big? Gimme a ballpark, like…” she tugged you over to a wall of remarkably life-like dildos and pointed to one on the larger end. “That big?” 

“No,” you said and she looked relieved for a moment before you pointed to one that was even bigger. “More like that one.” 

Cassie’s jaw dropped, looking between you and the silicone dick in awe. 

“That’s what the DILF is packing?” 

“Can you please not call him that?” 

“You big slut!” She was practically beaming. “Taking that for your first time? You deserve a medal!”

“Can we just…” 

“That’s it, you’re sucking his dick for his birthday,” she said, grabbing flavored lube, throat numbing spray and a copy of the tape that was playing overhead. “As often as he apparently goes down on you? Seems like the least you can do is return the favor as he turns… what, 47?” 

You glared at her and she smirked at you. 

“33,” you said. 

“And you don’t want me to call him a DILF,” she said, grabbing a surprisingly conservative set of lingerie and a small vibrator on her way to the counter. “Come on, we’ll turn you into an oral champ before you know it!”

You watched the video with Cassie that night after you had half a bottle of cheap wine in your system. The woman on screen seemed so… into it. The one time you’d gone down on someone was the summer before you left for college, going out with a boy you met at the movie theater when you took the kids you were babysitting there to see Hercules. He was cute, nice, didn’t carry the baggage a lot of the boys you’d gone to high school with did. On your fourth date, you were making out in his car and he’d nudged your head down lower and lower until it was in his lap. He pulled his cock out and you cautiously, hesitantly, took him in your mouth and you did try to do what you thought he wanted while taking it slow. But it didn’t take long before he was moaning and thrusting up into your mouth and you gagged as he pushed your head down further on his dick. You’d all but ripped yourself away, coughing and sputtering, and he half heartedly apologized before trying to push your head to his lap again. You didn’t go for it that time and he took you home. You didn’t go out with him again, deciding to write off men until you were away at college and hopefully meeting one who was fine with you doing things like not sucking their dick. 

Which, Joel was. Or seemed to be, anyway. But if he enjoyed it - if it felt like it was something that was missing from your sex life - you wanted to give it to him. He’d given you so much, you wanted to give him everything. You just needed to figure out how to do it. 

After you giggled your way through the video the first time, you started it again as Cassie gave you some tips: How to breathe through your nose, how to swallow around your gag reflex, how to use your tongue, how guys liked when you choked on it a little. It felt almost like you were in class, taking notes on a piece of scratch paper you mentally vowed to set on fire after you practiced a little with a cucumber so no one had to know that you needed someone to teach you this stuff, stuff that seemed like it should come naturally to you. 

“Just use the throat spray, use the lube and breathe through your nose,” she said when she left to go home the next morning. “You’ll have him eating out of your hand.” 

“Right,” you said, trying to ignore the tight knot of nerves that had settled in your stomach. “I can do it.” 

You carefully selected a Joel-sized cucumber at the grocery store and tried to not feel like an idiot as you followed Cassie’s advice as you practiced leading into Joel’s birthday. It wasn’t as bad when there wasn’t someone shoving your head down on their lap though it still wasn’t your favorite thing. But for Joel? You’d deal. 

The day you were going to celebrate his birthday, the reality of it set in. If there was one thing you were an expert in by now, it was your boyfriend’s cock and your boyfriend’s cock was… big. What if the throat spray didn’t work as well when you weren’t the one in control of what was going in your mouth? Worse, what if you were just bad at it? What if he had an ex who was as good at sucking him off as that porn star would be and you’d be struggling to measure up the whole time? 

You were rarely nervous with Joel anymore but you were weirdly nervous as you made him dinner - chicken fried steak - and tried to not let it show as the two of you ate together and had drinks and cake while watching Alien in his living room after. 

“You spoil me way too damn much, baby,” Joel said as your head was nestled against his chest, his lips in your hair. You could feel him smile against you as he kissed you there. “Best birthday I’ve had in years, thank you.” 

“Well, I might have one more thing for you,” you said, sitting up from him and smiling a little, your heart pounding in your chest. 

“Really?” He cocked a smile at you, his cheek dimpling. “Does it involve you naked?” 

“It might,” you teased, relaxing a little as you looked at him. This was Joel, the safest man you knew, the person you loved more than any other. It would be OK. “Want to go to your room and find out?” 

“Good luck stoppin’ me,” he winked, getting up and helping you off the couch. Once you were up stairs, the two of you kissed your way down the hall but he moaned as you pulled away from him and nudged him back toward the bed. 

“Just stay put,” you said. “I’ll be right back.” 

“Not goin’ anywhere,” he called as you disappeared into his bathroom. You looked at yourself in the mirror, forcing yourself to take a deep, calming breath before going to his linen cupboard and pulling out the throat spray, lube and lingerie you’d stashed away earlier. You used the spray first, wincing at the antiseptic-like taste of it, before you quickly stripped, balling up your sundress and bra and pulling on the deep green lacy babydoll set Cassie had picked for you. As you examined yourself in the mirror - fluffing your hair and adjusting your breasts in the sheer cups - you gave your best friend this much: she knew how to help make you comfortable. The set wasn’t too revealing or over the top but still highlighted your curves and put all the parts of you Joel seemed to like best on display. 

“Thank you, Cassie,” you muttered before taking a deep breath and steeling yourself, the strawberry flavored lube clutched tight in your hand. You looked your reflection in the eye and tried to get lost in the almost-porn star version of yourself in the mirror. 

“You got this,” you said almost silently, giving yourself a single, resolute nod before going for Joel’s room again. 

He was sitting obediently where you’d left him, watching the bathroom door. You draped yourself against the frame, popping a hip out to accentuate your curves, one arm stretched high over your head against the wood. Joel’s mouth dropped open, his eyes going wide. 

“Like what you see?” You asked more confidently then you felt. 

“Goddamn, baby,” he said reverently. “Gonna gimme a heart attack, looking that damn good.” 

“Well don’t go dropping dead on me now,” you teased, walking toward him in what you hoped was a sexy way and not something that made you look like an idiot. “You haven’t even gotten your present yet.” 

He put his hands on your waist when you reached him but, instead of straddling him, you reached down and spread his legs so you could step between them. You knelt in front of him, holding his gaze as you did, reaching for his jeans to open them. 

“What…” he frowned, looking down as you freed his cock, thick and long and hard. 

“Told you,” you said, trying to make yourself sound sultry and not nervous. “I had something for you.” 

You didn’t give him a chance to respond before you licked his shaft from root to tip, his skin velvet smooth and salty on your tongue. He groaned as you did and you took a deep breath as you took his tip into your mouth, sucking him gently as you did. 

Even just that was a lot and, as your tongue teased him, you squeezed some of the flavored lube into your hand before you spread it over his shaft, working him with your hand, your heart racing. 

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned as you started taking more of him into your mouth, licking and sucking and trying to focus on breathing through your nose as you did. It took more time than you really wanted to get all of him in your mouth, swallowing past your numbed gag reflex as best you could to take his length into your throat. You moaned as you did, sucking him hard, hollowing your cheeks like the girl in the video had done and he moaned, too, his fingers tightening on the edge of the bed. “Goddamn, your mouth…” 

You would have smiled at that if your mouth wasn’t open so wide. Instead, you started trying to work his cock the same way you did the cucumber in practice, hopefully the same way the girl did in the video he had. 

Joel’s breaths started coming quicker, needy little pants dripping from his lips as his cock dripped in your mouth and you took the encouragement, trying to move faster as you did, trying to take him as deep as you could every time. 

But Joel was big and you were almost positive he was getting bigger as you worked him, his cock swelling even further, his precome salty at the back of your throat, and the faster you moved the harder he was to take. Eventually, even with the spray, it was too much and you choked, coughing and gagging enough that you had to pull back from him, tears stinging the corners of your eyes. 

“Woah, you alright?” He asked, leaning forward and frowning at you, still a little breathless as he did. 

“Mhmm,” you hummed as you nodded, trying to keep yourself from coughing, massaging your throat as you did. “Sorry, I just…” 

“Don’t apologize, baby, goddamn,” he laughed once. “Not after doin’ all that for me…” 

You smiled a little sheepishly, feeling like you could breathe again. But the numb feeling at the back of your throat was gone. 

“I can do it again,” you said, sitting back on your heels. “I just… I got some throat spray and I just need to…” 

Joel’s eyebrows knitted together, frowning deeper this time. 

“Throat spray?”

You nodded. 

“It’s numbing?” You said, almost like it was a question. “I hadn’t really done this much before and I really wanted to do it like…” 

“Like what?” He asked and your eyes went wide. Shit. You hadn’t meant to say that part. “Like what, baby?” 

“Like the woman in one of the videos in your closet?” You said sheepishly, your heart pounding, everything else coming out in a rush. “I’m really sorry, I just couldn’t figure out what to get you for your birthday and Cassie suggested finding out what porn you liked and trying to recreate it so I might have looked through some of your things, I promise it was just to surprise you and give you what you wanted and…” 

“Baby,” he cut you off gently, tucking his cock back into his jeans. “Hey, it’s OK, c’mere.” He tugged you up on the bed beside him and you kept your eyes determinedly on your hands. “Think you can look at me?” 

You took a deep breath but listened, gnawing on your lower lip as you did. 

“There are those pretty eyes of yours,” he smiled a little, cupping your cheek. “Now, I ain’t sayin’ I don’t appreciate the thought - don’t think any woman’s ever done something like that for me - but honey, I don’t want to do something you don’t want to do. I really don’t want to do something that’s rough enough on your body that you gotta numb yourself to get through it.” 

You frowned. 

“But you go down on me…” 

“Yeah, because I like to,” he said. “Like seein’ what I can do to you but that doesn’t mean you have to do it back to me, not unless you want to. And if you do want to, you don’t need to do it so hard that you hurt yourself. It’s not good for me if it’s not good for you, too.” 

You took a deep, steadying breath, and nodded. 

“Besides,” he smiled a little. “Haven’t needed those videos in a while. Honestly, I kinda forgot I even still had ‘em.” 

You scoffed. 

“Hey, I’m being serious,” he said. “Haven’t used ‘em since you and I got together, that’s for damn sure. And for a few months before that I may or may not have had better luck thinkin’ about this sexy nanny I had working for me…” 

“Oh really?” You teased lightly, heat taking the place of the nerves in your stomach. 

“Really,” he said, almost unsettlingly earnest. “I’ve been yours for a while, baby. And that’s because I love you, don’t have a damn thing to do with what you do in bed.” 

You smiled softly and kissed him, his lips gentle on yours for a moment before it deepened, turning hot and needy. 

Joel tugged you back on the bed with him, one hand splaying wide over your back, the other slipping into the soft lace of your lingerie to cup your breast. But, before you got too distracted, you pulled back from him, making him frown a little. 

“But what if I want to,” you said, biting your lip again. 

His frown deepened. 

“Want to what?” 

“Suck your cock,” you said, trying to ignore how hot your cheeks got. 

“Fuck, baby,” he said, his eyes darkening. 

“Because I do want to,” you said. “I want to make you feel the way you make me feel.” 

“You sure?” He asked. “Because I know I can be… a lot to take.” 

You smiled a little. 

“Think I know how big your cock is, Joel. And I know what I want.” 

“You’re gonna be the death of me,” he groaned, lying on his back, freeing his cock and stroking it as he did. “Gotta take it easy and let me help.” 

You nodded eagerly before settling near his hips, taking his length in your hand and stroking him up and down, running your thumb over his leaking tip. When you looked at him now, you weren’t intimidated. Instead, you were hungry for him, wanting to feel him deep inside you in a different way, your mouth watering with it. 

You lowered yourself over him, licking his head, your tongue wide and flat against him and Joel groaned, his fingers tightening in the blankets on the bed. You took a moment to really experience him, the taste of him, the heady concentration of the scent of him in the thatch of coarse hair at his base, the tender softness of his skin. It shouldn’t have been surprising but you wanted more, more of all of it. 

So you took more, his tip disappearing into your mouth slow and easy. 

“Fuck, there you go baby,” he was damn near panting with need and you smiled a little around his intrusion, at what you were doing to him. “Nice and slow.” 

You moaned as you sank lower, easing more and more of him into your mouth before rising up and then taking a little more of him, your tongue pressed tight to his shaft as you did again and again. 

And then he was at the back of your throat, no longer numbed, and you tried to do what Cassie had told you to do: Swallow him past your gag reflex to get all of him inside. 

It worked, at first, your lips making it almost to the base of his shaft as he groaned. But it didn’t last, your body quickly trying to reject the thick heft of him in your throat, making you gag. This time, though you didn’t try and force it, pulling back quickly but leaving his head in your mouth. 

“You OK?” He asked, his voice strained, one large hand coming to cradle the back of your head. You just nodded, his tip still in your mouth. “Here, gimme your hand.” 

You obeyed and Joel guided your fingers to the base of his shaft. 

“Just…” you could hear the desperation in his voice. “Hold on like that, don’t gotta take it all. Feel the most at the tip, anyway.” 

You nodded and worked your way lower again, a little faster this time, adjusting your grip so you were still taking most of him into your mouth but not quite hitting your gag reflex. Joel’s breaths grew sharper, more desperate and you could feel him straining to hold back from fucking up into you and you couldn’t help but feel a sense of power at that, the way you could make him almost lose himself to pleasure. 

You started to work him faster, your tongue pressing and curling around him, your mouth working in tandem with your hand. It wasn’t long before you found your rhythm over him, rising and falling, sucking and licking, savoring every inch of him you could take. And even though you were focused on making Joel feel good, it was making you tight and needy, too, the hand not around his cock finding your slit, fingers trailing through the wetness that had grown there. 

“Fuck,” he groaned. “Takin’ me so well, baby, doin’ so damn good.” 

You moaned, working him harder, faster as your fingers grew firmer on your clit and you suddenly, desperately, needed all of him in your mouth, gag reflex be damned. 

So you took all of him, moaning as his head slipped into your throat, sucking him hard and fast and you felt him twitch in your mouth before he all but ripped you away from him, leaving you stunned for a moment. 

But then he damn near jumped between your thighs, shoving your panties to the side and pushing into you. You gasped at the stretch of him, your pussy already tightening around him. Joel’s hips snapped into yours just as fast as you’d been sucking him before. 

“Ain’t gonna last,” he said, burying his face in your neck and kissing the delicate skin there. “Too fuckin’ good at that, Jesus…” 

You could only moan in response, your own orgasm building quickly, your fingers tugging at his shirt as you tried to pull him impossibly closer, your pussy drawing tight around him for a second before you fell apart. Your orgasm was so powerful you couldn’t move, crying out with the force of it as Joel fucked into you twice more before he came, too, pressing himself deep inside as he spilled into you.

Joel collapsed, spent, on top of you after, still fully clothed and panting for breath as you held him close. 

“Holy shit baby,” he said eventually, still a little breathless. 

You laughed quietly. 

“Did I measure up to the video?” You teased. 

He pulled back from you, looking you over for a moment, like he was trying to tell if you were joking or not. 

“Think you know the answer to that,” he said, kissing you gently as he slid himself from you and lay beside you. He tugged you against him as he settled, tucking your head against his chest. “But in case it wasn’t clear, yeah. You beat ever damn porno I ever watched, ain’t even close.” 

You smiled, proud. 

“Good,” you said. “Because… I liked doing that.” 

You felt him lift his head to look at you before dropping back down to the bed. 

“Really?” 

“Yup,” you said, tracing your fingers over the outline of his pecs through his shirt. “Think I’ll want to do it again.”

“Sure as hell won’t get any arguments from me.” 

“There is a downside, though,” you said, sitting up just enough to look at him. 

“What’s that?” He frowned and you smiled. 

“Now I’m going to have to figure out what the hell to get you for your birthday next year.” 

He laughed and tucked you back against his chest. 

“Just keep givin’ me you, baby,” he said. “Doesn’t get any better than that.” 

A/N: I missed Joel and Doc so I wrote this. Thanks for reading them even more than a year after Lavender ended.

Happy birthday, Joel!

Love you all!

[grayeet]

I love the pale garden and how it's like a parallel to dark forests. I love how the two divert expectations.

Dark forests, despite their name, are saturated and full of life. Even compared to regular forests, there's a lot more biodiversity than many of the "basic" biomes. There's three whole different trees found there, giant mushrooms, and plenty of flowers. They're one of the biomes capable of spawning a lush cave underneath it. It has its dangers just like any other overworld biome, obviously, but it's nothing overly more than anywhere else. Traversing it can be tricky sometimes and illagers may take residence in the biome's woodland mansions, but it's ultimately a very colorful and lively environment.

Opposing it is the new pale garden. Usually white and light colors are seen as pristine and good, but the pale garden takes it the opposite direction and goes right into uncanny valley territory. It has none of the color of dark forests, none of the biodiversity, none of the liveliness. It has trees and moss that look familiar, but something is off. It has a signature mob, but even the creaking is just a puppet of the trees, not really sentient, not really even plotting against anything. There's "life", but, once again, it's wrong.

I think the pale garden is a wonderful addition to Minecraft's world building as it is, but the deliberate parallel to dark forests? Delicious.

[dragibus-woso]

Hot Mountains

TW : Smut, multiple partners, strap-on, alcohol, dirty talk. credits @cafekitsune

You smirk when Leila can't help but chuckle in the quiet of the dorm where you are. To celebrate Laia Codina's birthday you went to the mountain, renting a big house for all of you. It was after Christmas and before the first trainings of the year, it was a perfect timing to meet each other. Some of your friends weren't in Spain, but you still manage to have a great time.

And a great night.

Leila and you might be the only ones who were not sleeping, you all went to bed almost one hour before and you can hear some of them snoring. For their defense, alcohol was consumed without moderation tonight. Which wasn't usually the case, almost all of you being footballer.

Leila and you aren't sleeping, you flirted almost all night long, giggling together like horny teenagers. Your teammates weren't surprise to see you like this, it's always how you are acting together. It's very known by a lot of them that Leila and you have that sex friend's relationship. Sex without attachment is what you need right now.

And you are horny, Leila barely kept her hand for herself all night and the heath between your legs is more than persistent.

Leila leaning on you right now to suck at you neck isn't helping either.

"Leila" you half-whispers, half-moan under her lips.

"Fuck. I need you so bad."

She is straddling one of your legs and you can feel her heath through your pants.

"We can't do that here" you whisper, turning your head on your right.

Alexia is sleeping next to you while you are between her and Leila. Next to Leila is the wall, which is more convenient, but there is no way that Alexia catches you having sex.

"You just have to be silence."

Leila is smirking while looking at you. You didn't expect for her to slide her hand between your legs, but you know that she can feel your wetness like this. The squeak you let go can attest to the difficulty you have in remaining silent.

"You're so wet. I want to taste you again so bad"

You might die right now. Closing your eyes you try to calm down your excitement but it's impossible. Not with Leila like this on you, saying those kinds of things to you.

"Come on. I even take the strap" she whispers.

She knows how making you flinch. She prevents you from tightening your thighs together, holding them firmly apart with her hands.

"Ok" you finally say.

You don't see her happy smile when she gets up from the bed to rummage discreetly in her bag. Not more than a minute later, she's back with the little black bag you know so well. To have a better look at her, you have leaned on your elbows.

Putting the bag next to your head, Leila leans again on you, lying down on you.

"First, let me warm you up."

You don't have time to answer that you don't need to, actually. She kisses you hard, her body covering yours almost everywhere. You don't waste time before putting off her shirt, grabbing her chest with both of your hand. You know what she likes too.

She has her tongue in your mouth which prevent her for moaning too loud when you pinch her nipples, feeling them tighten under your fingers.

You feel her excitement becoming bigger when she sloppily sneaks her hand under your underwear, pinching at your clit. Your surprise explain why you grab her breast harder, but it makes her moan again.

You stop your movement to be sure that no one is up, but Leila doesn't. You feel her hips grind against you, her clit presses against your tight. Her breath is hot and short against your neck, and she bites you under her pleasure.

You take a big breath when she sticks her nails in your skin, her strokes being now quicker and harder. You then grab her ass to help her with her movements, her high-pitched cries making you wetter than ever.

Leila comes hard on your tight, biting you again in your neck to prevent any sound coming out of her mouth. You bite your lips too, not wanting to make any noise. When her orgasm is finish, Leila let herself go against you, before rolling on her back next to you.

"Fuck" she mumbles, passing a hand on her forehead to remove strands of hair stuck by sweat.

"You’re okay?" you smirk, looking at her while getting on your side.

"Yeah" she breaths. "I just feel like I hit a wall"

You don't say anything, stroking her naked body with your hand, letting her time to take her breath again. But when she opens her eyes, you can see how sleepy she is.

Doesn't sound good for your own release.

"I'm sorry, I just... I think the orgasm plus the alcohol isn't a good thing for me. Can we maybe continue that tomorrow at your flat?"

To be honest you were hopping to have something too tonight, but you aren't the kind of person pushing someone else for it. So, you try to swallow your deception and just nod, smiling softly.

"Yeah. No worry."

Leila smiles at you and closes her eyes. In like five seconds she's dead asleep next to you.

Closing your eyes in frustration, you let yourself fall on the mattress again. You don't have the choice but to fall asleep too. Except that your body is almost screaming for any kind of release.

You don’t have the choice.

Your eyes still closed, you let your hand slide along your stomach to go between your legs. You're so hot and wet here that it's almost embarrassing.

You were about to touch your clit when you feel a hand on your arm, making you open your eyes suddenly again. You are relieved that Leila seems to have suddenly find a second breath.

Except that the eyes in which you fall aren't the black eyes of Leila. Those eyes are hazel, even darken by desire. You never have seen such a look in Alexia’s eyes. Her breath is quick too and she doesn't have to say a world for you to understand that she probably heard everything.

"Let me help you?" she whispers seductively.

You nod and gulp, looking at her when she moves to place herself above you. Her movement makes the mattress move a little and something soft is suddenly against your temple. You turn your head to see the small black bag, where the strap is.

You look at Alexia again and you see her smirks at you. Again, she doesn't have to talk. You know she knows what's inside.

"Do you want me to help you with that?"

To be honest, you are so horny that you would probably have accept everything she would have propose to you. But the way she talks, the way she looks at you and the way her body is dominant, you might explode in a very short time.

Of course, you nod again. Do you want Alexia to fuck you with a strap-on? Hell yeah.

The blonde sits on your legs, grabbing the bag in one hand.

"Turn around."

She's taking the strap out of the bag when you oblige, laying on your front. You hear Alexia moving behind you, but something in you prevents you to look at her.

When you finally want to do it, you feel her hands on your hips, making you jump softly. You don't know if Alexia doesn't realize it or if she doesn't want to give it any importance. It doesn’t stop her from passing her thumbs under the elastic of your underwear anyway.

Her fingers are hot against your skin, but it makes you shiver anyway. 

Alexia doesn't talk when she pulls down your underwear and pants at the same time, in a single fluid movement. She doesn't take them off completely, letting them somewhere in the middle of your tights.

"Spread those pretty legs of yours, will you?" she whispers seductively, leaning to have her lips next to your ear.

You can feel the strap between your cheeks when she leans again to lick your neck. Your pussy is pounding.

You do as she says, in the best way you can with your clothes still half on your thighs. You feel Alexia positioning herself behind you and the tip of the strap against your cunt. You weren't expecting of her to take you immediately with it, maybe to work with her fingers at first.

But you don't have time to say anything before she starts pushing in you and the situation is so exciting for you that you definitely are wet enough for it. Sure, you can still feel yourself being stretched around the strap and it does hurt a little. But she manages to bottom you out in the first try, hitting the right spot.

She then grabs your hips to put your ass a little higher in the air before getting out slowly of you. To try to breath better, you turn your face on the side, looking where Alexia was allegedly asleep several minutes before.

But she's definitely not asleep now, fully entering you again in one hard movement, almost making you scream in pleasure. You grab the sheets and bites the pillow while she rails you. Each movement faster and harder than the one before.

You feel her tights slapping against your ass at every trust and you get on your knees for her to have a best angle. You can hear how wet you are, if you aren't making any noise with your voice, your body is betraying you if someone else isn't asleep.

Alexia's fingers on your hips aren't smooth, they are grabbing you with strength and you are sure that you will have the marks of them on your skin tomorrow.

But you don't care, not with all the pleasure you are getting right now, not with the way she keeps hitting you right where you need.

Alexia grunts from time to time behind you and you know that the strap is stroking against her clit, giving her pleasure too.

The pressure in your belly is getting bigger and you know that the orgasm you were looking for is coming. She doesn’t stop at any time, her stamina pretty impressive for someone who drunks alcohol during the night.

"Ale-" you manage to whine between silent moans of pleasure.

"Hush. Come if you need it, but I won't stop until I'm coming too."

A few trusts later, you feel like your body just exploded. You are shaking hardly against the mattress, your face hidden in the pillow to mask the moans of pleasure you aren't able to restrain this time.

Alexia is still fucking you like no tomorrow through it. The only difference is that she now has put her hand next to your elbow on the mattress, pinning you even harder against it, trapping your body with hers. She’s everywhere on and in you.

All your body is on fire and her persistent movements aren't getting tired. When you turn your head to have a look at her, you can see that she's looking right at your face. She smirks at you when she sees you watching her, before giving you a particularly hard trust.

Another orgasm is already coming, different from the first. You can feel it becoming stronger and stronger and Alexia probably feels it with how much your walls are tightening against the strap, making harder for her to fuck you. Your body is shaken mercilessly by the hard moves of Alexia.

But she doesn't stop and before you are able to prevent her, you come again. This one is devastating. You silently scream in the pillow, feeling a new wave of wetness drip between your legs. Your body get rigid, your back arching and your hips moving faster under Alexia.

Your high last for a long time, your body shaking without you being able to control it. You feel like it last for an eternity and when you come back at yourself, Alexia is still pounding hard into you. The pleasure is almost too much, your body pleading for rest.

You turn your face to have a look at Alexia again and this time she's not looking at you. Her eyes are closed, and she puts so much force on and in your body that you can't move. The tiredness of your two orgasms might not help either.

Alexia's face makes you understand that she's close too, so you shut your eyes and take on you to let her come too. She groans when she does, pounding in you one last time so hard that you move a few centimeters on the mattress, your head hitting the headboard.

Alexia then makes circular movements with her hips to get rid of her orgasm, making you moan again in pleasure. You never felt this way. Your tights are wetter than ever, your body is wrecked but asking for more.

"Fuck, you're so hot. You want more Sweetheart?"

You can't talk so you just moan in answer, your hips moving by herself against the strap-on. You feel Alexia move beside you, the strap going deeper in you again.

"Look at you, meowing like a cat in heat" Alexia groans in your ear.

"Please" you moan back.

"Please what?"

"Please touch me, fuck me, do anything you want with me, but I need to come again"

Alexia grabs your clitoris between two of her long, thick fingers and it's only her hand slamming against your mouth that prevent everyone to hear your screams of pleasure.

"Shut up"

She manages to keep you against her, one hand torturing quickly your clit while the other is still press against your mouth. She starts to pump into you again and it's only a matter of minutes before you come once again, unable to control the whimpers and moans coming from you.

Alexia let you some time before informing you that she will pull out. She doesn't have remove her hand from your mouth which was a good idea, because you can't help but whimper when you feel empty again.

You can't understand the different sounds around you, but when you open your eyes again, Alexia has put the strap back in its bag. She seems a little breathless too when she lies next to you, in her bed again.

She looks at the ceiling before looking at you with a smirk.

"Well, if your sexfriend let you unsatisfied again, you know where to find me."

[sitepathos]

From Gold to Mold

Chapter 2: The Neglect

The drive to the airport only made you feel more nervous about living here; you’ve only ever known Goodsprings, a town so small you could see everything in less than an hour, and now here’s a giant city that makes you feel like an ant. Even Vegas seems small to Gotham. And if their size wasn’t bad enough, the buildings’ weird stone creatures looked like they were waiting to fly off and scoop you up.

Luckily, your Daddy’s house is outside the city, surrounded by a wall with large fields behind them. It made you feel a little better that you wouldn’t be surrounded by so many people all the time.

“And here we are, Master Y/N,” mr. Pennyworth says as he pulls up in front of the massive mansion.

You get out and start to feel even more nervous. This isn’t a house, it’s a castle! Like the ones Momma showed you when she was researching stuff for her books. You’d probably need a map just to find the bathroom!

But, Mr. Pennyworth climbs up the stairs to the front door and you don’t want to make him mad, so you follow behind him. He opens the door and you’re inside a massive room with a giant grand staircase with a long red rug leading up to a second level that you can see leads to other places in the mansion.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor, Master Y/N. If you’ll follow me to your room, please.”

He leads you to the second level and down a few hallways to a room on the other side of the mansion. As you walk, you can’t help but think that all of Goodsprings could live here and there still be lots of room left.

“I apologize for the walk, but as Master Wayne and I have been the only two long term residents of the manor, the rooms meant for the family have not been in a suitable state for quite some time. And since it’s been some time since we’ve had guests stay over, the usual guest rooms have been repurposed for storage. I’m working on having one of the family bedrooms ready for you as soon as possible so you’ll be close to your father.”

“It’s alright,” you say, your voice almost a whisper. You really didn’t expect the butler to be so nice to you. “Thank you, Mr. Pennyworth.”

He frowns a bit, but says nothing before opening the door to reveal a room smaller than your one back home. A bed sits in the far corner of the room with a dresser directly in front of it, a big tv sitting on top of it. There’s a door to the right where you enter the room.

“That door leads to your bathroom, Master Y/N. We have some time before the movers come with your belongings. Would you like to see the rest of the manor?”

“No, thank you. I think I wanna sleep after we put everything up.”

“Of course, you must be exhausted. If you want, I can handle collecting the boxes while you rest. I can leave them outside your door for you to deal with later.”

“I can help, Mr. Pennyworth.”

He seems a little surprised that you insisted on helping, but he says nothing before leading you back outside where a delivery truck stops behind the car. Since all you had was a few cardboard boxes that had nothing but clothes, toys, stuffed animals, books, and decorations, it didn’t take long to bring it all to your room and set everything up. As you look at your new room with all your stuff in it, you can’t help but feel like none of it belongs here.

That you don’t belong here.

“Do you need anything else, Master Y/N? Perhaps something to eat?”

“No thank you, Mr. Pennyworth. I just wanna sleep.”

“Very good. But just know, when you wake up, you will be eating something.”

You just nod and close the door, turning off the lights before crawling into bed. As you get settled, you can’t help but notice how cold the house feels. Yeah, you’re not in Nevada anymore, where it can go over a hundred degrees in the summer, but it’s like the house blocks any kind of heat, leaving only the cold. You close your eyes and drift off to sleep.

You wake up, dreaming of your Momma yelling for you and being in a car when something slams into you, and when you look around your room, you’re greeted by absolute darkness. As if the sun had completely disappeared. You jump out of bed and rush to the light switch, slapping it. When the lights come on, you realize that the lightbulb above you is dim and without the sun, it barely lights up your room. Wanting to be where it’s bright, you run out of your room and down the hall only to find the rest of the house is just as dim as your room, almost like no one in this house likes the light. Your little legs carry you down the same route you took earlier today and fortunately, the foyer is completely lit up by a giant crystal chandelier.

You run down the stairs and into another hall near the staircase. You pass by large room after large room and finally find yourself in a fancy kitchen, Mr. Pennyworth standing in front of a giant refrigerator.

“Master Y/N,” he says. “Are you alright?”

“Yes sir,” you say, not wanting to worry the man.

“But you’re out of breath. And you’re sweating.”

It’s then you notice that your forehead is slick with sweat and your chest is heaving. When you look up at the butler, you can tell he’s obviously worried about you.

“I got scared,” you admit. “I woke up and it was so dark.”

“I would imagine since it’s nighttime.” You jump a little at that. “You’ve been asleep for over twelve hours. I would’ve waken you up, but you looked like you needed the rest.”

“I haven’t slept so good since Momma…” You can’t bring yourself to say it. “Left.”

“It’s nothing to be ashamed about, my boy.” He walks over to you and bends down to your height. “I could tell that you and your Mother were close and losing her so sudden is something no one so young should go through. I know that she can never be replaced, but I promise you that Master Bruce and I will be here for you and will help you with whatever you need.”

You feel the empty feeling that’s been with you since Momma died shrink just a little bit. Maybe you aren’t as alone as you thought.

“Alfred,” a deep voice lungs from behind you. You both look back to see a tall man with black hair and blue eyes standing in the hall. “I’m about to head out.”

“Master Bruce,” Mr. Pennyworth says, standing up. “This is Master Y/N. He’s awoke from his nap just a moment ago.”

You feel your heart stop at the man’s name. This is your Daddy? A million different questions swirled around in your head, like what was he like, what’s his favorite thing to do, did he remember your Momma?

He looks down at you. “Oh,” he says, a blank look on his face. “Hello.” With that, he turns around and begins walking down the hall. “I’ll be in touch, Alfred. From the sound of it, it’s gonna be a busy night.”

You feel your heart split in two at the way he just completely ignored you. Did you do something wrong? But you didn’t even say anything!How can he be bad at you if you haven’t said anything? You do your best to not cry as you look up at Mr. Pennyworth, who’s very angry.

“I’m sorry, Master Y/N. I know he’s throwing himself into his work to deal with Master Jason’s death, but that behavior is absolutely unacceptable. I’ll make sure he apologizes for that in the morning.”

Unfortunately, your Daddy didn’t say he was sorry when you woke up that morning. In fact, he wasn’t there when Mr. Pennyworth brought you down for breakfast, his work said there was someone important at one of his offices outside the country, so he hopped in his plane long before you woke up.

You were hurt, but Mr. Pennyworth said that he’d make sure that when things calmed down, you and your Daddy would have a long talk. You could do nothing but nod, trying not to cry because all you wanted was your Momma to walk through the door and take you back home. You got even more lonely when you started your new school, Gotham Academy, which is where all of Gotham’s rich people send their kids; Goodsprings Elementary wasn’t even half the size of this school and to make things worse, you had no friends here. That’s not to say that people didn’t want to talk to you, somehow news got out that you, the love child between Bruce Wayne and some unknown woman, were attending Gotham Academy, older and younger students shared your the moment you walked through the door. Hearing them ask you about your Momma only made you miss her more, so you stayed quiet.

They found something new to latch on to later in the week when your Daddy adopted Tim Drake, a boy whose parents were just as well known as him; his parents were killed in a plane crash and Daddy took him in. When they found out that the famous Tim Drake was now the adoptive son of Bruce Wayne, you were forgotten about. They asked him what Wayne Manor was like, how’d he feel to be adopted by Bruce Wayne, and other questions you didn’t really understand.

You were excited about Tim joining the family, though; you often wonder what having a brother would be like and you two were very close in age. It would be nice to have someone other than Mr. Pennyworth to talk to. Maybe the two of you could play Pokémon together!

You walked up to him the day Mr. Pennyworth told you that he’d be living at the manor with you, excited to get to know your newest family member, but that excitement quickly died when he took one look at you and walked away, like you weren’t interesting to him. You tried over and over to get him to like you, to get him to play with you, to at least look at you, but he just pushed you away (very harshly). And if things weren’t bad enough, he and Daddy spent every night together, locked away in the library.

It wasn’t fair! You were here first and had yet to talk to him, but Tim gets to spend time with him! And every time you tried to join, they just pushed you away, like you were some kind of fly buzzing around them. When that door closed, you wouldn’t see them until the next morning, so they were probably watching movies in there or something just as fun. You lived with three other people and you somehow felt more alone than ever since Momma died.

You met Dick a year later, around the anniversary of Momma’s death. At first, you were excited because Mr. Pennyworth said he was very friendly and had grown up in a circus before being adopted by Daddy, so he could do all sorts of tricks. Maybe you’d finally have a friend who wasn’t the butler.

Unfortunately, this ended in disappointment, too. Sure, it started off nice, he greeted you warmly (at least more warmly than your Daddy or Tim had) and ruffled your hair. You were so happy, you thought you’d explode. Finally, you had someone that you can spend time with.

“Dick,” your daddy said in his usual tone less voice.

“Sorry, baby bird, gotta go! We’ll hang out soon, though, promise!”

“Soon” never came though. He came over a few times during the day to spend time with Tim, either helping him with homework or taking him to Bat Burger, but never you. He always said that he promised to hang out with Tim and he’d do the same with you, but after the fifth time it happened, you stopped trying. He also spend time with Tim and your Daddy in the library at night, none of them coming out for the rest of the night.

Barbara came into your life little bit after Dick. When you saw her rolling in her wheelchair, you felt bad and offered to push her around. She snapped at you, saying she was fine and didn’t need your help. That was the first, last, and only time you talked to her. When you saw her spending time with your “family” in the library, you weren’t even hurt because you had grown used to it.

Cassandra and Stephanie came in around the same time when you nine. Stephanie was a burst of energy and it actually surprised you; Wayne Manor seemed to cancel out all noise and forced anyone inside it to be silent (at least that how it was for you) and she seemed to be happy to meet you. That lasted all of a week, though, and she quickly lost interest like a puppy that had grown up and was no longer cute to its owners.

Cassandra looked at you once, like he was trying to solve some mystery, and that was it. Alfred told you that she was mute and you did your best to learn ASL to better communicate with her. You picked up some of the basics, but not enough to carry on an actual conversation, so you opted to carry a little notepad with you so she could write things down, but when she kept ignoring you in favor of interacting with the rest of the family, you got the message. And when she and Stephanie spent time with your “family” in the library night after night, you stopped referring to Bruce as your Daddy. It was clear he didn’t want the title.

You had Alfred, anyway. Spending nights baking, helping him with his chores, and talking about your day over tea was enough for you.

Jason came back (from the dead) when you were ten. You met him when you caught him trying to sneak into the mansion through a window instead of coming through the door like a normal person (then again, you’ve long since realized that no one in this place is normal. Except Alfred.). Your meeting ended when he gave you a black eye and told you to stay away from him when all you did was say hi. You cried the entire night because you had school pictures the next day. It was a while before Jason started making regular appearances, but when he did, you weren’t surprised to see him spending nights in the library. When he glared at you, his blue eyes turning green, you asked Alfred to let you eat in your room and the man agreed to bring your meals to you.

When you were fifteen, the last one of join the Wayne Family was your biological brother, Damian. And the day you two met, you became convinced he only existed to make your pathetic life a living hell because the moment Alfred introduced you to him, he pulled an actual sword on you, giving you a small scar on your left cheek. You could do nothing but fall on your ass and look up in horror as this ten-year-old boy from hell raised his sword, spouting some nonsense about him being the “true blood son,” that you were “nothing more than the son of a harlot,” and how he will “be the one to inherit his father’s legacy.” For a moment, you thought you were about to be killed by the little bastard when Bruce appeared from out of nowhere and carried him off, Damian shouting threats and insults at you the entire time.

“Sorry about that, Y/N,” Dick said as he helped you up. “Are you ok?”

“What do you think,” you shouted at him. “That monster just sliced my face with a sword and tried to kill me!”

“Hey, don’t call him a monster,” he responded, give you a look of disappointment. “He had a difficult upbringing and he’s having to get used to Gotham and living with us. You should try to be a good big brother and support him.”

For a moment, you thought you suffered from a stroke and had misheard him, but the look on his face said you heard him correctly.

“Are you out of your fucking mind? He tries to kill me and I’m suppose to just let it go?”

“There’s no need for that kind of language, Y/N.”

You deemed the “conversation” a lost cause and leave, Dick calling out to you before going to the wing that holds the master bedrooms. Fortunately, Bruce kept bringing in other people to be a part of this demented family, so you were stuck with the tiny guest room that didn’t even have a window. But, it was far away from them, so it was a good trade.

After that, it seemed like Damian made it his mission in life to make your life hell. You couldn’t pass by him without him insulting you, hurting you, or bringing up your Momma, which would lead to you crying your eyes out. And when he started collecting pets, he would send them after you, Titus and Alfred the Cat chasing you throughout the manor, forcing you to barricade yourself in your room.

That leads to today: you accidentally dropped your Momma’s pen while walking to the kitchen and unfortunately, Damian was around the corner, watching the entire thing. He was able to move faster than your eyes could follow and before you knew it, he had swooped down and grabbed it just as you were about to. You look up in horror as he stares down at you with his usual smug and condescending expression as he waves the pen around, clearly mocking you.

“Your reflexes are slow and pathetic, inferior. You’re a massive disappointment to the Wayne bloodline.” He stares at the pen with disgust. “While this pen is poorly made and lacks any craftsmanship, it’s still more than a failure like you deserves.”

You stand up to your full height, trying to ignore the burning desire to tackle the little brat and bash his stupid head in. “Give that back to me. Now.” You realize you’re practically grinding your teeth to powder.

“I don’t take orders from you, inferior,” he bites back, his green eyes glaring at you. “You’re far beneath me. I come from two perfect bloodlines and that makes me superior to you by rite of birth. Your whore of a mother somehow managed to slither her way into my father’s bed and bring you into the world. You might have Wayne blood, but your tainted blood dilutes it.” He gets in your personal space nod even when looking up at you, he still tries to assert whatever dominance he thinks he has. “We will never be equals.”

You use this opportunity to grab the arm holding your Momma’s pen. As expected, he does not take kindly to this.

“You dare lay your hands on me,” he screeches, wrenching his hand away.

You don’t know how, but the little shit has impressive strength. Sure, you’re not an athlete (you’ve stayed roughly the same height since you hit puberty and can’t build muscle mass to save your life), but he shouldn’t have this kind of upper body strength! But, you’re determined to reclaim the pen, so you grab his hand with your other one and start pulling with all your might, doing whatever you can to break his grasp of it.

“Let go of me, you filthy interloper!” With a big tug, he breaks your grip and you can only look on in terror as he walks over to the kitchen window. “If you want this pen so much, you can look for it out there!” In a flash, he opens the nearby kitchen window and hurls your pen outside, where a massive downpour drenches the yard.

You can’t help but look on as it flies far from the mansion and out of your field of vision; on the ground, you see a ripple in the middle of the massive lake of rainwater and mud that the storm has created over the last three days of nonstop rain, indicating that your precious pen is now underwater.

In that moment, you feel nothing but immense sadness at your pen’s loss and unbridled rage at the one who did caused it. Every last thing he’s done to you flood your mind and you feel your face becomes incredibly flushed, your vision goes blood red in rage, and hot, angry tears stream from your eyes; before you know it, you’re right behind him, his back still turned to you from throwing your pen.

“You son of a bitch,” you shout at the top of your lungs, causing him to turn his head as you quickly deliver a swift backhand to his left check, the sound of your hand striking him echoing in the kitchen.

You know he shouts something back, but you’re so filled with rage that his words fail to reach your ears. You know he’ll retaliate and probably get in trouble with Bruce and Dick, but you don’t care. You’re pissed off and want nothing more than to inflict even a small amount of pain onto him, so that he’d feel even an ounce of what he’s made you feel since you two met. Using your height advantage, you grab both his shoulders and with all your rage-enhanced strength, you shove him to the floor, loving the sight of him wincing when he lands on his rear, but instead of looking up at you in fear like you wanted, he has a pissed off look.

Realizing that finding your pen is more important than dealing with him, you sprint to the door, throw it open, and dash into the rain, not caring that your clothes were completely soaked after only a few seconds and the wind froze you to the core. All that matters is finding that pen, the only piece of Momma that you were able to take with you, something so precious to her she refused to go anywhere without it.

Except that day, when she was taken from you and your life fell apart.

You wade through the many puddles, your socks providing no support so you stumble and fall, getting even more wet. But you pick yourself up and keep running until your at the puddle far from the house and that’s when you get on your hands and knees and start waving around hoping to touch even a little bit of the metal. You feel nothing, but you don’t let up, moving around the puddle, not caring that you’re getting more and more soaked with every second and that mud is slathered over your arms and legs.

“Come on,” you shout to yourself, getting more and more upset. “Come on, where are you?”

Finally, you feel something small, metallic, and cylindrical. You latch onto it like a lifeline and pull it up so hard the force of it makes you fall on your back, the puddle covering your entire body. You quickly sit up to see Momma’s pen. Wet and covered in mud, sure, but it’s back where it belongs. Now that the urge to find it is over, your senses quickly catch up and your realize your freezing, shivering, and soaked to the bone.

You run back to the mansion and when you close the door, you see that everyone is in the kitchen, all their eyes on you. You look at Bruce and see him mad, you look at Damian and see a shit-eating grin, and you look at Dick and see disapproval.

“Did you slap Damian when all he did was ask you for a pen,” Bruce asks.

That little shit’s convinced them this is all your fault. Of course, you should’ve known that he’d make you the bad guy and deflect any blame on his part.

“He didn’t ’ask,’ he took—“

“But you did slap him over a pen,” Bruce cuts you off.

“Yes, but—“

“Wow, I’ve done some petty shit, but this beats all,” Jason mocks, acting like this was some show and not you being ganged up on.

“That’s so uncalled for, Y/N,” Dick chides you. “There’s no need for you put your hands on Damian, especially for something so small.”

Your breath hitches and all you want is for the floor to open up and swallow you whole. They say nothing to you and ignore your existence for years and now, the one time they notice and speak to you, it’s to do this?

“Master Bruce,” Alfred interjects. “You’re not being fair. I believe that pen—“

“Alfred, it doesn’t matter what’s so special about the damn thing, it’s just a pen.” He holds his hand out to you. “Give it to me. Damian asked for it and after what you just did, he’s going to get it.”

You see Damian’s grin grow and your rage comes back.

“Hell no,” you mutter, slipping it into your pocket. You see everyone’s eyes widen while Bruce’s frown gets more intense at your defiance.

“What did you just say?”

You can tell he’s pissed at you defying him. Oh well, you’ve already dug your grave, what’s adding a few more feet to it gonna do?

“I said hell no!”

“Oh, man,” Jason cackles. “You done fucked up, kid!”

“Go to your room,” Bruce says with clenched teeth. “You’re grounded.”

You quickly leave the room, wanting to put as much room between them and you as possible. As you leave, you hear them talking about you, asking what’s wrong with you, how childish you are, and other stuff you really don’t want to hear right now. When you close your door behind you, the dam breaks and you fall to your knees, letting out a wail and allowing tears to stream from your eyes like a waterfall. The last time you cried this hard was when you were told Momma had died and it’s in this moment you wish you had been in the car with her now more than ever.

A knock at the door brings you back to your harsh and uncaring reality.

“Master Y/N,” Alfred calls from the other side. “May I come in?” You get up and open the door. “Oh, my dear boy.”

You allow him to come in and he closes the door behind him before bringing you into a tight hug, which is when you resume your crying.

“I hate them,” you shout in between sobs. “I hate them all!”

“I know,” he says. “I tried to tell them after you left the room, but they wouldn’t listen.”

“Alfred,” you say, pulling yourself together enough to talk coherently. “When I turn eighteen, I’m going back to Goodsprings.”

He pulls away and looks at you. “I understand why you feel that way, but it’s been ten years since you left, Master Y/N. If you go back there, you’ll be alone.”

“I’m alone here, Alfred!” You pull away from him. “Ever since I came here, they’ve made it clear that I’m unwelcome here! That I don’t belong here! At least back home, I’ll be surrounded by memories of Momma.”

“But this has been your home for ten years.”

“This isn’t my home, Alfred. It never was and it never will be.”

He opens his mouth to say something, but decides against it. Instead, he pulls you back into another hug. “I understand. I’ll miss you dearly, but if going back will make you happy, I’ll wish you all the best.���

You can do nothing but cry. You’ll miss Alfred, the only good thing to come out of going to live in this godforsaken city and this manor from hell, but when you need to get out of here. The sooner you leave Gotham and get back to Goodsprings, the better you’ll be.

A/N: thank you all so much for the likes and comments on chapter one! I really didn’t think that so many people would like it, but here we are! I hope you all continue to enjoy this series!

Tag list: @minkyungseokie @solelifauna @nosyrobin

[thethunderthedragonfruit]

i was REALLY surprised i hadnt seen anyone animate over anything from the prevenge script reading yet, so i took matters into my own hands. i thought this bit was hilarious

audio from here

[epicqtefail]

Hank Anderson wants nothing more than he has right now: working a very quiet night shift, watching shows with his kid on the weekends, walking his dog, and generally not having to give a fuck. The muted peacefulness of his life is interrupted when an android sent by the United States Postal Office makes it his mission that Hank receives his mail daily -- which Hank has been dodging for years, because physical post should be obsolete and, also, see the bit about not giving a fuck. Unfortunately, this RK800 - called Connor - only cares about the requirements of his mission, which tell Connor to ensure legal and timely delivery of the mail, no matter the obstacles he needs to overcome. Hank thinks Connor needs to obey the instructions of the humans around him. Connor knows he needs to accomplish his objectives. Somehow between the two of them, they fuck up a whole lot of shit before they slowly develop what might be a truly meaningful relationship. Again, it ain't that easy. Expect unexpected deliveries, sprinklers in your face, begrudging trips to both kinds of hospitals, a lot of embarrassingly confusing questions, Rube Goldberg traps, extensive apologies, a lot of exploration of what it means to be human, and a bunch of ridiculous bullshit as this all happens. Brought to you by @sevdrag and @epicqtefail , this is your mailman universe for the 2024 DBH RBB @dbh-bb

🎵 doooo wa wa wadoooooo wa wa wadoooo wa wa wadoooo mr postman 🎵

MASSIVE thanks to my collab partner Sev! you took this weird comic/premise and turned it into a whole batshit story, made it yours too and made it real. You're a delight to work with, you make me laugh with sounds i've never made before, and I can't wait to carry on with what we've started. Thank you, my Severything.

Read Sevdrag's Mr Postman work here!

final note: credit goes to Sev for Hank's spongebob boxers :']

[silverspectre51]

Summoning the Boy King

Darkseid was rampaging through Metropolis, Superman was injured, and the Justice League was desperate. As the League hid between fallen skyscrapers, John Constantine prepared a last-ditch effort to save the Earth.

The Hellblazer drew an intricate sigil on the ground; its circular design stretching over six feet in diameter. Most of the symbols within were space-related, while the others were themed to royalty. Batman, one of the few heroes in-the-know, grunted.

"Are you sure this king ghost can help?"

Constantine sighed and pinched his nose.

"He's the High King of the Infinite Realms, Bats, an' he's bloody powerful. He'll stop Darkseid, alright, but what he does afterward is anyone's guess. Believe me, I wouldn't be doin' this if we had a choice."

Batman sighed and glanced at the smoke-filled horizon.

"Alright, get on with it, then. We're running out of time."

Constantine nodded and placed a single offering in the center of the sigil: a squishmallow of Disney's iconic blue alien, Stitch.

"I beg your finest pardon," Batman sputtered, "What on Earth is that?"

Constantine sighed again as he took his position at the edge of the sigil.

"Mate, the book was very specific. Unlike his predecessor, the new king requires a single offering of space or alien theme that is suitable for children. It's bloody strange, but beggars can't be choosers."

Batman just shook his head and looked on. Constantine raised his hands and started the summoning chant. An eerie, green glow spread across the sigil, and light fog gathered above it. Little white orbs floated up from the ground and spiraled together, forming the slowly spinning visage of a spiral galaxy.

"Incredible..." Zatanna gasped, "This summoning is on a level all its own. This king of yours is on the level of Gods."

Finally, something began to form over the small galaxy. Batman's expression quickly softened, much to the surprise of his teammates. It was mere seconds before they understood, as a black blob full of white stars formed into the shape of a boy. The blob had spiky 'bangs' if you could call them that and eerie, glowing green eyes.

The squishmallow floated into the boy's arms and he squeezed it excitedly. At the same time, he took on a far more human form, with pale skin and snowy white hair. His eyes had whites now but still glowed green. He was dressed in black and white, royal attire with green accents, a black crown floating in a green aurora, and a black ring with a green stone. A black cape flowed down his back, its underside looking as if it were cut from a clear night sky.

"Awesome offering, dude! What can I do for ya?"

The voice was a reedy tenor in the throes of puberty, and its owner was more than a little geeky. The boy's smile was infectious, or it would have been were it not for the specific circumstance.

"How old are you?" Batman asked, his tone soft, "We weren't expecting a child."

The boy waved him off like it was nothing.

"No one ever does. And, um... technically I'm fifteen. I know, I don't look it."

Constantine cut in, clearly out of patience.

"Look, this monster Darkseid is destroying our world. We need you to stop him."

The boy turned in the air and took in the destruction around him. Somehow, he seemed to understand the situation immediately.

"Okay, but I gotta get permission first. This'll take a lot of power." He paused, taking a breath, and then yelled in a strange language. "Mom!"

Constantine paled and the other heroes shrank back as a green portal tore into existence. A young woman, barely an adult herself, floated out. She had waist-length blue hair and the same glowing, green eyes. She wore a royal outfit in white and maroon, complete with a glittering, silver tiara studded with rubies.

"What's the matter, Danny? Are you okay?"

Danny nodded.

"Mhmm! These guys need me to take out this Darkseid guy, though. Can I use my full power?"

Constantine snuck a drink from his flask. He did not sign up to deal with the fucking Queen Mother of the Infinite Realms, nor had he known she existed. God, he needed a smoke...

The Queen Mother smiled softly and pressed a kiss to her son's forehead. She spoke whilst taking his new plush.

"Yes, Danny, you may. Let me hold onto this for you so it doesn't get dirty."

Danny nodded and turned away.

"Okay, thanks mom!"

The Queen Mother vanished through and with the portal she had created. Moments later, Danny shot off into the city, with the remaining able-bodied heroes hot on his trail. The young king reached Darkseid rather quickly, engaging him while the Leaguers looked on from cover. Darkseid was foolishly amused.

"A child dares oppose me? Flee, whelp."

Batman tensed as Darkseid unleashed his Omega Effect. Two red beams shot from his eyes, and yet the young king floated firm. Two eerie, green beams shot from his own eyes and, to the shock of everyone, overpowered his foe's. Darkseid shattered into many tiny pieces which then vanished into thin air.

"Man, he really wasn't smart!" Danny grinned, "Who fires a death beam at the king of the dead?"

He received no response, as the heroes were too stunned to speak. Smiling, he saluted the group before tearing open another portal.

"Oh well; villain gone, carry on. Later guys!"

Batman glared at Constantine, but the Brit had already absconded. Heaving a sigh, he resigned himself to this new reality. Darkseid was gone, but there was an incredible new power to worry about.

(Note: My only source of information is DP canon, DP fanon, and the Justice League cartoons from the early '00s. I apologize for any inaccuracies with Batman's or Constantine's behavior.)

[starsofang]

CALL OF THE SEA / PART THIRTEEN

pirate poly!141 x f!reader tw: NSFW, MDNI, heavy topics such as death, blood, and past trauma mentioned, lots of tension in this chapter masterlist

When a group of unhinged pirates invade your small village, you're whisked away from your peaceful home and thrown on to a voyage out at sea. Forced to obtain a new role as their medic, you have no choice but to accept your fate as you join their forces and aid them in their treacherous travels.

“Shadow’s Peak,” Price began, pointing to the circled island that seemed to be parted from all of its neighboring ones, “is where Graves resides when he’s not at sea. Nobody’s been to the island that’s been able to return home. It’s cursed to many, deemed uninhabitable.”

“If you have never visited it, then how do you know?” you risked asking.

Price looked up from the map, a frown on his face. “Ghost,” he answered, and you let out a sound of recognition. “You must understand that Graves is known amongst the people as a danger, same as us. People see monsters when they see pirates, but Graves lives up to the name.”

You trailed your finger along the map, studying the remote island and the ink around it. It looked as if Price had been the one to sketch it out himself, rather than a merchant selling it with the island displayed.

Monsters, you thought. For a long time, you were in the same boat as others. Pirates were never in good fortune. They were a rarity, but when they appeared on land in the public, you’d heard the stories. They almost never ended well.

“I do not think you are monsters,” you murmured quietly, more so to yourself than anything. Still, Price cocked his head, eyes locked in on you as you kept your own focused on the map.

“Even now, after everythin’ we’ve done?” he asked, watching the way your fingers flattened against the map. “You do not view us in the light everybody sees is in?”

You finally looked up at him, and you felt your breath catch in your throat uncomfortably. Your gaze flickered over his face, down to the frown lines permanently etched into his skin, and the way his eyebrows tugged together in heavy doubt.

“Perhaps at first, I did,” you admitted honestly. His expression didn’t falter, and he seemed to be expecting that answer. “I do not now. I have seen the true monster and where it hides. It is not you.”

Price blinked, softening. A look of relief passed over him. “We have done horrible things,” he muttered. “We are prepared to do more until we can no longer. I truly hope you’re aware of what you are agreein’ to, dove.”

You pressed your lips together. You contemplated, though you knew your answer and had already made it previously. You knew the moment Graves invaded your mind and filled it with parasites that he was the true monster in your world and not Price or his men.

It didn’t make their doings any better, not did it excuse it. But you knew they were trying, and that was all you could do in return.

Perhaps you were an idiot for thinking so.

“You will protect me?” you asked Price, catching him off guard.

“With my life,” he confirmed instantly. “I will not allow you to be harmed. I swear on it.”

You watched his finger cross an X over his chest. You didn’t know why it made your heart pick up its pace.

He was swearing to you, on behalf of him and his men, to keep your life as untouched as possible. It was an oath that was to be taken serious. Price was devoting his life to yours the same he did with Soap, Gaz, and Ghost as their Captain.

“What is your plan, Captain?” You gestured to the map, right at Shadow’s Peak that sat on the paper in its lonesome wake. “With Graves. What exactly is the outcome you wish for?”

Price looked at Shadow’s Peak briefly, his eyes hardening. The mood in the room shifted, and the heaviness weighed on your chest when you took a sharp breath in.

There was a protectiveness that came over him, one you were beginning to recognize when the thought of his men or you getting harmed seemed to take control of his thoughts. The idea that he cared enough for you that he placed you in the same category of priority as his men had your mind running astray.

“He has to die,” he grunted out firmly. There wasn’t an ounce of hesitation or doubt in his tone. “One way or another, I’m goin’ to kill that fuckin’ beast. For Ghost, and for you.”

Your breath hitched at the pure determination he exuded, the way his fists clenched on the table and jaw tightened until it looked painfully taut. Wide-eyed, you said nothing outwardly, though your mind was a gamble.

He was willing to kill for you. He was willing to die for you.

You shouldn’t be thinking that way. It was crude even being flattered by the prospect of it, yet your heart and mind were both in unity with how you were growing increasingly flustered.

When Price’s gaze met yours, and the hardness immediately softened and was replaced with a distant tenderness filled with words unsaid, you weren’t sure how much longer your thoughts could be suppressed.

“I’m goin’ to fuckin’ kill him, dove,” he said softly, a stark contrast to the venomous words being spoken.

Your fingernails dug into your palms, fists growing clammy and restless by your sides.

“I understand,” you whispered with a curt nod.

Price’s eyes flickered over your features, the silence growing between you two. His hand furled and unfurled on the table, fighting with itself to not reach out and touch you.

“You look tired,” he murmured, tearing his gaze away. “You should go get some rest.”

You opened your mouth to protest, but quickly snapped it shut when you realized. Price seemed to be in just as much a whirl of confused emotions as you. He was giving you an out, while also expressing his desire to be alone.

You could respect that. After all, you truly were tired, given your earlier sleep was interrupted by the cruel, cold hands of death knocking at your doorstep.

“Alright,” you agreed softly. “You should rest as well, Captain. You wear yourself out too much.”

Price looked up at you in surprise, expression furrowing. He bristled, slumping with a quiet chuckle under his breath. Shaking his head to himself, he spoke. “I have never been the one told to rest. It is usually me doin’ the biddin’.”

You smiled, watching his every movement as he sat in his chair, melting into it. “Perhaps you need to hear it more often,” you reckoned in amusement.

Price smiled back, and you did your damn hardest to ignore the low ache it gave you in your chest. “Perhaps I do,” he hummed. “Go on and rest, dove. We will talk in the mornin’.”

You nodded briefly, shooting him a farewell before retreating out of his quarters and into the night. The Captain watched as you left, eyes lingering on the door even after your absence, before forcing himself to bed, only because you told him to.

Strange girl, he thought to himself, yet his heart thought otherwise.

Upon entering your shared quarters, you nearly flung up in surprise to see Soap meddling about. Your clothes were spread out on his bed, and the miniature telescope you bought for Gaz was in his hands, held up to his eye as he peered through it curiously.

“What are you doing?” you asked suspiciously, eyes narrowed in on the telescope.

Soap startled, dropping the telescope from his eye and clenching it between his hand. “Dove!” he exclaimed. “Give a man a warnin’, will ye?”

You mumbled an apology, stepping towards the bed and eyeing your clothes. “Why are you going through my things?”

“Ach, I’m a nosy lad. Ye can’t buy all these things and not expect me to go through ‘em,” he tsked, and at your side-eyed glare, he stammered. “Don’t look at me like that. Makes me nervous.”

You let out a heavy sigh, seating yourself on the edge of the bed. You carefully grasped one of the flowy dresses you bought for yourself, thumbs running over the fabric. Its quality was rich, much richer than you were used to, and it felt soft under your touch.

“It’s pretty,” Soap hummed. “Didn’t expect ye to be into dresses like that.”

“I never had the opportunity or funds,” you explained, staring down at the dress. “Gaz was very gracious with gifting me the money.”

Soap cocked his head, looking between the dress and you. “That lad never buys me anythin’,” he huffed, taking a seat next to you. The telescope sat carefully in his lap. “And here he is, buyin’ ye a whole store.”

Your eyebrows furrowed as you looked up at him. You briefly recalled Ghost seeming just as confused by the generosity. “Is this not common?”

Soap snorted, shaking his head. “Nah. Gaz is a stickler with his money. Doesn’t like to spend it unless necessary.” He sniffed, peering down at the fabric in your lap. “He clearly didn’t care to give ye some, though.”

You were surprised, to say the least. Gaz didn’t seem the type to be cautious with his spendings, and to learn that he gave you money despite that left you just as confused.

He had no reason to do so. He was simply being generous. But now, knowing it wasn’t just something he did casually, it left you wondering.

“Strange,” you muttered to yourself. Soap gave a hum of agreement.

“What’s this, by the way?” he asked, lifting the telescope. He inspected it, turning it in his hand. “Ye don’t seem the type to use it.”

You watched as he fiddled with it, growing a sense of protectiveness. You were scared he’d break it, or worse, deem it unusable.

“Gaz’s one request was to bring him back a gift,” you explained. “I know he likes to sit and watch the sky at night when it is quiet and peaceful. I got him a telescope to make the experience better.”

Soap’s eyebrows raised and he placed the scope to his eye, frowning. “I don’t think it works, dove.”

You sighed, shaking your head. “It does not work well indoors, Soap. It is meant for distance.”

“Ah.”

He pulled it away, smoothing a thumb over the gold detailing. As if sensing your faint distress, he turned to you, holding it out. “Ye gonna give it to him?”

You took it graciously, cupping it in your palm. “Do you know where he is?”

Soap nodded, giving you a toothy smile. “North end of the deck. That’s his favorite spot.”

You noted that in your mind. Gaz was always a lonely wanderer, so it came as no surprise that he was on the opposite end of the ship, soaking in the quiet. That was something the two of you had in common.

You couldn’t help but wonder. “Do you think he will like it?” you asked, uncertain.

You felt silly, stressing yourself over whether Gaz will appreciate your gift. A gift was all it was, one he specifically told you to surprise him with, yet you found your stomach in knots.

Soap lifted a hand, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. When you looked at him, he was smiling softly, a hint of amusement glistening in his eyes.

“He’ll love it,” he assured kindly, and he gave you no reason to think otherwise. “Though, I also like gifts.”

You felt your lips curl up involuntarily and you laughed lightly, something Soap reflected. “There is no need to be envious, Soap,” you jested, standing from the bed. “It is but a one time thing.”

Soap beamed, eyes following you as you stood. “Just a mental note for the future,” he replied back cooly.

You shook your head, making your way towards the door with the telescope in your grasp. You felt Soap watching you, and when you turned, you stilled when he seemed to be in thought so quickly.

“I really do think the dresses are pretty, by the way,” he murmured, voice much quieter. “They… suit ye.”

Your gaze flickered over to the dresses muddled behind him before returning to him. “Thank you,” you replied warmly. “I’ll be sure to try them on tomorrow.”

Soap smiled softly, giving you a nod. You returned the favor, turning back around to leave the quarters, beginning your mission to find the mysterious pirate who loved to vanish in the night.

Your nerves grew the closer you got to the North end of the ship, and you weren’t sure why. It wasn’t as if Gaz were a danger nor a stranger, yet your heart pounded aggressively against your rib cage with every step you took.

The telescope felt infinitely heavier in your hand, and you repeatedly swiped your thumbs over the gold detailing to rid it of any grimy fingerprints and ensure it looked good as new.

Gaz was exactly where Soap said he’d be, and you instantly paused your walking, staring at his back. His gaze was towards the sky, shoulders relaxed and at ease. One knee pulled towards him while the other dangled loosely over the edge.

“Gaz?” you called out quietly as not to startle him.

Gaz’s head tilted back to look at you, and a smile graced his lips. “Hey, dove. Y’alright?”

You stepped closer until you were standing by his side, peering down at the dark abyss the ocean offered below. It was black, your eyes struggling to adjust to the waves that lapped at the ship.

“Mm. Soap told me I could find you here.”

Gaz studied you, curious. “What’s the occasion?” he asked, before his gaze dropped down to your furled hand that held the telescope.

You shifted awkwardly on your feet, before Gaz gestured for you to sit beside him. You complied, letting your legs dangle with his one over the edge, knee brushing his.

“What’s that?” he questioned in faint amusement, nodding towards the telescope.

Gosh, you didn’t know why you felt so unnerved. Perhaps it was due to this being the first time you were gifting somebody something special. You feared he wouldn’t like it, and your heart kept lurching out of your chest as if it were running a marathon.

“Your gift,” you answered, slowly reaching the telescope out. He took it carefully, immediately observing the intricate detailing. “I know you like coming out at night, so I thought it may help you see the sky better.”

Your hands furled into fists on your thighs. You kept your gaze on the sea, reveling in the breeze that came with.

Why wasn’t he saying anything?

It had knots growing in your throat that you desperately tried to swallow down.

You felt foolish and silly. The entire duration of your stay on the ship, you held your ground and stalked your claim. You remained stubborn and fearless for as much as your fragile heart could possibly take, yet all it took for your resolve to crumble was a sickening anxiety over whether or not Gaz liked his gift.

It felt like you were a little girl again, fighting for approval from the other kids in the village. Wondering why you had to be different, why they couldn’t be friendly towards you.

You felt so stupid—

“Hm. You win,” he hummed, smiling faintly to himself.

You whipped your head up to look at him. The scope was pressed to his eye as he gazed up at the stars, admiring them through a new lens.

“What?” you breathed, confused.

“Our negotiation,” he recalled, pulling the scope away to glance at you. “You win.”

You stared at him dumbly, realization creeping in. If he didn’t like your gift, you were to owe him the money back for the clothes. If he did, then you were home free.

“You like it?” you asked, unsure. You thought he was messing with you. He was secretly more of a tease than Soap, and you knew it just from the day of the negotiation alone.

“Oh, yeah. This thing is a real dime,” he assured, inspecting the telescope in his hand. “You know me better than I thought. Lucky you.”

You watched as he looked into the scope again, his other eye squinting to focus. You shifted your gaze to join him in looking up while your stomach twisted and rolled in shot nerves.

“It’s a shame I lost, but I can’t deny that this is somethin’ I would’ve killed to have had I thought of it. You did well, dove,” he praised and you felt your heart leap.

Gaz turned to you before holding out the scope. You raised your eyebrows, shaking your head and throwing your hands up in protest. “No, it’s for you—”

“Look through it, dove,” he sighed. “Give it a shot.”

You paused, glancing down at the scope. You hesitantly took it, giving Gaz a quick look before lifting the scope to your eye.

The sky was pretty before, but now, it was breathtaking to look at. You didn’t appreciate it enough before.

Through the lens, the stars twinkled brightly, waving hello. They were much easier to see, and much more beautiful up close.

You could finally understand why Gaz enjoyed his time out here. It was as if lying under a blanket of warmth, shielded away from the troubles day brought and invited into a night of oasis.

“Beautiful,” Gaz breathed out. “Am I right?”

You nodded, lost in the shining lights. It truly was, and you felt calmer than ever since your first night aboard. In the night sky, there was no Graves, nor danger waiting for you. Just blissful serenity.

You reluctantly pulled the scope away, handing it back to Gaz. He was already looking at you, and when you met eyes, he grinned, taking the scope.

“It’s a nice gift, birdie,” he said calmly. “No need to beat yourself up about it. I could feel you gettin’ all nagged up before you even arrived.”

He knew you were there? Embarrassment flooded your body and you grumbled in feigned annoyance, looking away. He snickered to himself, resuming his time with the scope.

The air filled with a light silence, the only sound being the crashing waves that seemed to further the peace. It was an escape from the hands of life, and you understood enough to see Gaz in a new life.

He was a pirate, through and through, but that human side of him stilled longed for a simple life. You couldn’t help but think of the last time the two of you spoke beneath a blanketed sky, when he had confessed he was a prince, yet turned to a life of crime.

“What was your life like before?” you couldn’t help but ask. “Before you were a pirate, I mean. When you were a… prince.”

Gaz made a noise under his breath, one of thought, and he slowly removed the scope, letting his hand fall into his lap.

“I had everythin’ I could ever want,” he started slowly. He made no efforts to look at you, lost in his own world.

“Then why’d you leave?” you pushed.

Gaz glanced at you from the corner of his eye before sighing through his nose. “Everythin’ can still mean nothin’,” he explained. “There was an arranged marriage between a princess from a neighboring country and I. When I flat out refused, it caused tension.”

Gaz twiddled with the telescope absentmindedly, his focus stuck on the stars. You wondered if he was embarrassed or ashamed.

“I didn’t want a lifetime of dead romance between a woman I did not want. I wanted freedom and individuality,” he continued, growing solemn by the second. You could feel the passion in his words.

“Did you run away, then?” you asked, curious. “You left the kingdom?”

Gaz snorted through his nose, though it was more bitter than amused. “I fled like a coward,” he corrected sharply. “War broke out the moment I left. Blood and ash was the only thing left of my home.”

You gawked in surprise, feeling a tightness in your chest. It seemed all too familiar, in which your home was destined with the same fate. By none other than him, too. It was dramatic irony.

“Your family?” you whispered, and he shrugged.

“Dead, surely.” His fiddling with the telescope grew more consistent. “I wouldn’t know.”

You frowned, turning away from him when he began to seem uncomfortable. Whether it was with your questions or simply his past, you weren’t sure, but you hated ruining a decent moment. They were rare as is.

“I apologize,” you murmured lowly. Gaz perked up, throwing you a weary look.

“Hm?” He sat up straighter, shifting so his body faced towards you. “Why are you apologizin’?”

“I made things uncomfortable for you,” you replied, deflated. “It is a difficult topic, I understand. So, I apologize.”

Gaz went quiet, staring at you with eyes that felt like they’d pierce through your soul. Then, he smiled, tilting his head to the side and eyeing you down. “That is to nobody’s fault but my own,” he assured kindly. “You lost your home just as much as I. I am not uncomfortable talkin’ with you.”

You lifted your head up enough to side eye him, testing the waters. He didn’t appear upset, especially not with you, to your surprise. You’re used to Price having an easy temper to set off, yet Gaz acted as if no anguish had been spoken.

You felt relieved.

“I am glad,” you commented stiffly, awkwardly. “I do not feel uncomfortable talking to you as well.”

Gaz released a lovely laugh that filled the air, easing the previous tension you’d been building on your own. “I’m glad myself, birdie,” he retorted easily. “I appreciate the gift.”

The gift sat in his palm, no longer being fiddled and moved at an anxious rate. It sat calmly, his grip light on it, as if he was now worried about holding it too tightly and damaging it.

“Soap told me you do not normally offer luxuries to them, nor yourself,” you recalled. “Was I a special case?”

Gaz hummed in thought, a smile gracing his radiant features. You had to stifle your own beating heart and sweaty palms. “I feel bad for you,” he confessed without a moment’s hesitation. “I figured an act of kindness could go a long way with you. It seems it has.”

He shook the telescope teasingly before letting it rest back on his lap. You smiled small, happy to know he truly enjoyed the gift and not simply out of pity.

“You do not have to feel bad for me,” you assured. “I will be quite alright.”

“Will you?”

You cocked your head in question.

“It is a lot to take on for a bird like yourself. You should be out there, livin’ how you want. Now stuck on here with us,” Gaz said. His expression was unreadable, but you could sense the slight concern.

“I could say the same for you, could I not?” you replied with a shrug. “You also seem to suffer similar fate.”

Gaz quirked his eyebrows, pursing his lips. He mulled over your words, giving them a decent thought. Truthfully, he knew you were correct. Perhaps that’s why he liked you.

“You win again, dove,” he replied softly, a warm smile on his face.

You smiled back, unable to hold back the sudden burst of feeling that coursed through your veins. Gaz made you feel heard, and under the concept of moonlight and stars, it made everything feel much more of a rush.

Your eyes locking on to one another’s made you nervous, even more so that he did it so shamelessly. It seemed as if the two of you got lost in time, the world around you freezing. The sound of waves faded away, the rocking of the boat seizing to a halt.

“Thank you for the telescope,” Gaz thanked, voice soft as ever. You nearly missed it.

You fumbled for words, wanting to look away but unable to. “It is nothing,” you murmured, fisting the fabric of the old night shirt you wore and had yet to discard.

Your daze seemed to falter momentarily when you felt a finger graze your cheek, the touch gentle as it mapped out your skin. Gaz seemed just as entranced as you, and in that moment, you grew fearful.

Fearful of what?

You couldn’t figure it out.

The distance between the two of you seemed closer than ever, and you don’t recall either of you moving. The realization made you jolt, forcefully tearing your eyes away and leaning back.

“I am glad you like your gift,” you muttered, flustered. You made quick work to stand on your feet, stumbling in the process. “I should rest. Enjoy your night, Gaz.”

You didn’t stick around to see the surprised look on Gaz’s face, nor how it morphed into crestfallen. You left as quickly as you could, making haste to the shared quarters so you could lock yourself in, pray to the Gods you fell asleep before he returned, and that Soap wasn’t awake to burden you with any questions.

[k-dgn]

Sana's Web Chapter 3: Entangled

Reader x Sana Smut Word Count: 16.2k

You woke up the next day no earlier than 1 P.M. courtesy of a loud banging on your front door. You weren't one to sleep in that late, but getting home around 4 A.M. can do that to a man. You opened your phone to check the time, but to your surprise you were also met with a barrage of notifications from your messaging app.

SN: "Let's grab lunch!"

SN: "You alive?"

SN: "Stop ignoring me, I'm huuuuuungry~"

SN: "One taste of another idol and you forget I exist, huh! I see how it is…🙄"

SN: "Are you home? I'm coming over!!!"

You felt a sneaking suspicion that you knew who was banging on your front door. You quickly put on some boxers and rushed over to your door. "I'm coming!" you yelled before opening the door to see Sana standing there, all dolled up. She was wearing a gray knitted turtleneck, a beige houndstooth jacket and matching dress shorts, gray knee high socks, and black loafers. She had her arms crossed, annoyingly tapping one leg on the floor with her cheeks puffed and a pouty look on her face.

"Did you just wake up?" Sana asked you, raising one eyebrow after taking a look at your unkempt appearance.

"Well, yeah. What's got you in such a rush today?" you ask. Admittedly, it was still a little too early in your day's cycle for all this commotion. Sana looked like the best thing you could possibly wake up to, but her loud banging on your front door understandably soured your mood

"I just wanted to talk to you! Is that wrong?" she answered, acting cutely in an attempt to lighten your mood. She uncrossed her arms and tapped you on your chest with her right arm playfully, You couldn't help but react with a little smile. "Aren't you gonna invite me in?"

"Right, yeah. Come in." you relented, inviting Sana into your house as you held the door open for her. "You look great today, by the way. Is there some kind of event you dressed up for?" You commented, not thinking much of your remark.

"No!" she yelled back at you, playing up how upset she really was. "I dressed up for our little lunch date! Clearly I put in a lot more thought for today than you did. Look, I even brought breakfast tacos for us!" Sana continued, making you feel bad about not reciprocating her efforts.

"Okay I'm sorry, I didn't intend to sleep in until this hour. Tell you what, I'll get dressed first and then we'll eat, deal?." you told Sana, your hand scratching the back of your head sheepishly.

"Okaaaay~!" she replied cutely before plopping her cute butt down on one of your chairs at your dining table and dropping off the bag of food in the middle of it.

You rushed through a shower, then quickly threw on an outfit to try and match Sana's style. An even light beige blazer with a soft pastel green undershirt, and matching light beige suit pants. You couldn't have been gone longer than 10 minutes.

"Shall we eat?" you suggested as you re-entered the room you left Sana in. She hadn't noticed you walk in before you said anything as she was just browsing on her phone aimlessly. She had already laid some plates and cutlery out for the two of you. Sana looked startled, clearly not expecting you back so soon.

"Awwww, you're matching me!" she remarked, giggling with excitement to show you that as she appreciated your gesture. The next moment, her expression turned to huntress in the blink of an eye. Her smile turned into a mischievous smirk.

"If I get naked, will you match me as well?" Sana asked you teasingly, a naughty hint permeating her voice. Before you even had the chance to respond, her expression shifted back to an innocent little smile. "Just kidding! Let's eat!" You gave her a quick look of disapproval, trying to show her that you were not in the mood to play her silly games. Not yet anyway.

"So, to what do I owe the occasion? I don't think we've ever shared a lunch before." you asked as you took your seat and filled your plate with food. Sana immediately played innocent, trying to evade your question by changing the topic.

"Why did you wake up so late?" Sana asked, instantly putting you on the spot. You almost choked on your first bite upon hearing her question, not quite sure if you could answer her honestly. Sure, it was Sana who set up the connection between you and Mina in the first place, but that didn’t necessarily mean that you had her approval to fuck her. You and Sana weren't in an exclusive relationship or anything, but you knew Sana to be the jealous type. One time, she got extremely jealous when you asked her if she could "wear pigtails like the ones Yeji has". She proceeded to pout and tell you to go and try to fuck Yeji if you wanted her so badly. Now, you had never even talked to Yeji before, let alone ever met the woman in real life. Then again, it was Sana who bragged about your interesting arrangement to Mina, so you wondered why she'd be upset if you told her about what you and Mina ended up getting yourselves into. Sana did send you that text about getting a taste of another idol...Wait a minute, does she already know? All these thoughts ran through your head at the same time, but you decided to try and evade her question to buy yourself some more time to think.

"I...had a work thing that ran late..." you responded, your eyes skirting to avoid hers about as much as you were skirting to avoid the question in general.

"You changed professions?" she asked as her lips pursed and her eyebrows lifted questioningly. "Did you finally become a professional gigolo?" she teased, finally confirming your doubts that she knew what you and Mina did last night. She gasped loudly, covering her mouth with her hand as her eyes widened. "Are you going to start charging me for our little meetups?!" Sana teased, exaggerating all her expressions to make fun of you avoiding her questions.

"Of course not! If you already knew me and Mina fucked, why even ask?" you questioned with a loud sigh. Sana smirks as she lifts her fork in the air, twirling it around as she stares back at you disappointingly, almost as if the answer should have been obvious.

"Because I was testing you to see if you would lie to me. And you failed!" she answered as she pointed her fork at you. She then scoffed as she turned her head to the side and lifted her nose up and away from you. "Alright, I'm sorry. I was going to tell you but I wanted to figure out how to bring it up myself first...I didn't know you knew." you responded meekly, caught red-handed and already at the second fuck up of the day despite only being awake for a mere 30 minutes.

"All I know is you were playing hard to get before fucking her, and that you made her call you oppa!" she yelled as she slammed her hand on the table, looking at you accusingly.

"I wasn't playing hard to get, I was being respectful, I swear! And for your information, I didn't make her call me oppa! Where did you even get that from?!" you yelled back as you set the record straight. Sana's cheeks grew red underneath her angry, pouty expression as she puffed her cheeks once more and looked to the side, away from you.

"Well, she called you oppa when I asked her about you... So I figured that was your idea!" Sana grumbled answering your question. She looked cute when she was upset and pouting, and you calmed down quite quickly because of it.

"It wasn't." You replied, a lot more calm than your previous response. "Are you upset that Mina and I slept together?" You asked her sincerely, concern for her in the back of your throat.

"What does this mean for the two of you? What are you?" She responded with a moody pitch to her voice.

"No, we aren't. It's kind of the same thing you and I have going on. It's casual." You elaborated on the situation you had created for yourself. "But if that upsets you, I will cancel it." You continued, assuring Sana she was still your favorite. A smile softly formed on her face, as her sullen attitude started to dissipate.

"That's sweet, but don't." She assured you. "I just didn't want to have to give you up!" She shot a wink towards you as you listened intently for her reply. "But I'm still upset that you lied!" She went on, as the corners of her smile turned downwards, intense pouty eyes demanding a response from you.

"I'm sorry! Let me make it up to you!" You countered, hands in the air to confess your guilt.

"You better!" Sana immediately retorted. "You'll have to tell me everything about last night! No more secrets!" She demanded with a cutesy tone and playing up her anger. "And!" She continued, laying extra emphasis on the and. "You better not win next time we play our little game~!"

"Done and done. I promise." You smiled, agreeing to her demands. She smiled a smile back at you, as her feet met yours under the table, rubbing up against you to let you know you gained her approval. You both wrapped up eating, and invited Sana with you over to your couch to tell her all about your adventure last night. She took a seat next to you, as you started explaining what had happened. 

Sana could barely believe you when you told her the extent of the demands Mina made of you. She called you an idiot, for missing her obvious advances on you, and even patted you on the back for getting your cum swallowed twice by an idol in one night. You could feel Sana getting more handsy the further you got in your explanation. By the time you were wrapping it up, she had her legs strewn over yours, and her arms around your left arm, her chest pushing up against you.

This outfit really did look good on her, and you weren't wearing jeans. Her touch was having an effect on you, and you were almost certain her thighs pressing against your lap must have felt your erection by this point.

By the time you wrapped up your story of everything you and Mina had done, you were sure Sana had noticed your arousal. Her thighs had started to locate themselves one around each side of your erection, pressing down against you. She was leaning hard into, and unsubtly started rubbing the palm of one of her hands against your trouser-covered tip.

"And that's about it. After that, I headed home, went to bed around 4 and was asleep until you came knocking on my door." You concluded your monologue, and as your story finished, so did Sana's teasing. As if punishing you for ending her excitement there, so did she punish you by ending your little servicing. You jerked your head a little in surprise, as you were just getting into it, and she left you hanging. Sana had retreated her legs and gotten up from the couch, promptly creating some distance between the two of you.

"So, did that awaken something in you?" Sana implored, and you were not sure as to interpret that as her being curious, or her testing you.

"Obviously, I still like fucking you the most." You responded, playing it safe in case she was indeed testing you.

"Good, but not what I was asking! Did fucking Mina get you all curious about my other members?" She responded, after a cute chuckle she couldn't help but let out.

"Oh. I hadn't actually thought about that. I mean, yeah? Not anymore than I already was." You cluelessly responded, admitting your long-standing desire for conquering the entire group. Sana gave you a stern look in response.

"So all this time you've been thinking about fucking other girls?" She asks with a grim look on her face, her arms instantly crossed. You give a sort of grimacing smile back, admitting your guilt and fault, but unable to deny her inquiry.

"Well, lucky for you I managed to get you a chance at a more permanent job with my agency." She continued as she rolled her eyes at you.

"Really?!" Your body immediately reacted, as you grabbed both her hands and clenched them in between yours. "That's awesome, when do I start?!" You continued in a frenzy.

"A chance! I gave you a chance. You'll have to make a good impression on some VIP's at a company party I managed to make you my plus one for." She replied, her steely exterior softening up for your enthusiasm as she tried to keep you grounded.

"Sana, you are the best! You will not regret this!" You ensured her, full of delight and passion.

"Nothing is certain yet, you still have to make a good impression!" She followed up, attempting to make sure you understood the situation.

"Just tell me when and where, and I'll make sure they love me!" You replied, still full of vigor, not letting anything take this bliss from you. Upon hearing your last sentence, Sana let out one soft chuckle, smirked and looked at you full of confidence, nodding as if to say I'm sure they will.

You wrap up this conversation, and thank Sana for coming over and bringing you this news. She had to leave, her schedule required her to be somewhere else to film a commercial for a jewelry brand. You forgot to ask while she was still at your place, but you couldn't shake the fact that Sana really dressed up nicely today for out in public, when she usually wears something a little more discreet. Your curiosity got the better of you, and you ended up texting her, asking her about it.

Y/N: So hey, I just wanted to reiterate that you looked beautiful today. Was there a reason you dressed up?

She didn't respond immediately, but in between your working on Mina's test pictures, you got a reply.

SN: I wanted to remind you I'm the best fuck of your life. I would've sucked your dick if you mentioned liking me more than Mina at any point in your story!

You take a mental note of the extent of Sana's affection for you as her fuckbuddy went, and curse yourself for not having optimized this chance. She would have made for a wonderful polaroid in that outfit, and you were dying to figure out if you could make polaroids a returning thing.

Y/N: No fucking way

You wanted to make sure if she wasn't pulling your leg again, or testing you in some way. 15 minutes later, your phone buzzed again, and what you received was a selfie of Sana, from a high angle so you could see her entire body and outfit, looking into the camera, with her mouth open and tongue out. It came, sent with an emoji. "😘". You test your luck.

Y/N: I'm free tonight

This response of hers came a lot faster. She must have been holding on to her phone, waiting for your response, with how fast she got back to you.

SN: "I'm not. See you at the party!"

—

A little over a week has passed since your last meeting with Sana. The day of the company party had arrived, and you'd texted a bit with Sana about some more details beforehand. You dressed up in a proper navy suit with a gold tie and white shirt. Sana asked you if you could pick her up from her place and travel together to the party, which you agreed to. You'd spent the entire morning getting prepared. Getting a haircut, working out, picking out the perfect perfume, stressing about the evening. Either way, the time to depart had rolled around, and you were as ready as you could ever be to impress some VIP's.

You've arrived at the underground parking attached to Sana's building, and parked your car there, before taking the elevator up to Sana's front door. As you rang the ball, you could hear the faint noise of music playing from inside her place, but you shrugged it off as Sana just blasting some music while she was getting ready.

The door opened, and a face peeked out from in between the door and its frame. Much to your confusion, it wasn't Sana's face peeking through. A bunny-toothed smile formed on the girl looking at you, as the door swung open, and Nayeon popped her body in front of the door, nearly closing it as she stood in front of you with her arms behind her back.

"Pretty basic concept for a stripper, no?" Nayeon asked you with a mischievous teasing inflection, as her eyes grew big and her eyebrows formed an inverted v. As if the shock that suddenly Im Nayeon stood in front of you wasn't enough, she decided to up your confusion another notch with her question?

"I'm sorry?" You replied, not sure what even to say or what she was talking about. You didn't sound offended, just genuinely surprised and confused.

"Don't be, you're cute enough! Let's see what we're working with. Drop your pants for me?" She asked as naturally as if she asked you to pass the chips. Her right arm reached for you, barely grazing your biceps as her touch tempted you ever more. Her cute intonation and forward compliments almost made you comply if not for the stress you'd be feeling all day having taken its effect on you. Any other day you would have been on that in a heartbeat, but you had no time for that today.

Right in the middle of your contemplation, the slightly ajar door behind Nayeon opened up, and another unexpected visage made its appearance. It was Jeongyeon next, who added to your confusion.

"Unnie, it's not nice to tease Sana's guests like that!" She chastised Nayeon, who had grown pouty because you weren't fast enough on the draw, and Jeongyeon had already gotten to interfere. "Come on in, y/n. Sana told us you were coming." She ushered you in with the door wide open, as Nayeon took a step to the side, letting you pass.

"Oh, ehm, thanks?" You answered, grateful for a more normal situation, but still very confused about what was going on. Is this the company party? Weren't you supposed to pick up Sana to leave for the party? Are you expected to drive everyone here to the party? You had a lot of questions, and were more than happy to enter the home of the person that owed you answers.

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to check on Momo in the kitchen." Jeongyeon continued, doing her best to make you comfortable, as she left you to your devices. Music was blasting, and the smell of something delicious was wafting in from Sana's kitchen. Nayeon made her way inside after you, not missing the chance to eye you up before going straight towards Jihyo, who was pulling out darts from a dart board they had hung up for tonight. Mina and Tzuyu were sitting on the couch, talking to each other and browsing their phones a bit.

You were looking for Sana, but couldn't immediately spot her. Mina had noticed your eyes darting around, and got up from next to Tzuyu, excusing herself and making her way over to you.

"Hey, Y/N, you made it! And you're looking very fancy at that." Mina addressed you, trying to comfort your clear confusion. You hadn't noticed yet, but compared to what the dress code the girls you've seen so far were adhering to, you were way overdressed. 

Mina was wearing a black sweater dress hybrid, with short sleeves and a turtleneck. Underneath were black stockings and topped off with black combat boots, adorned with gold details.

Nayeon was in a denim off-the-shoulder top, with her hair tied back with a cute little black bow. Her ensemble was tied off with a white mini-skirt and white matching sneakers.

Jeongyeon was wearing a white shirt, with an oversized black and white checkered sweater with buttons. Her waist was nicely accented with a black belt, and her jeans shorts were barely visible under her sweater. She was wearing some mesh under knee socks stuck in some pure black boots.

Jihyo had been wearing her hair tied up high, as if she was ready to run a marathon with it, but it showed off her neck and back beautifully. She was wearing a white low back crop top, with just the straps over her shoulders, and a clear hint she wasn't wearing a bra. Her gray, washed out jeans suited her casual look perfectly, combined with her gray sneakers.

The last girl you saw was Tzuyu, who was wearing her hair under a gray baseball cap, with an aquamarine green knitted crop top sweater. She also wore a black straight skirt that came to just under her knees, but had a slit in both sides that allowed for more mobility. The combination of this all with her white sneakers was something Tzuyu managed to pull off to great success.

So far you had just seen five members of Twice for the first time, and you had only met one of them prior to today. One more was mentioned to be here, Momo, and Sana had to be here somewhere as well. You were clearly out of your depth, and misjudging the situation gravely. The girls looked beautiful, but not like they were headed for a dress party.

"So, ehm, what's going on?" You asked Mina as if whispering, hoping to not embarrass yourself that you maybe fucked up somewhere along the line.

"This is the party Sana kept bugging everyone to get you invited to. She said she wanted us to meet you, because she thinks you'd be a great fit as our group's in-house photographer. Did she not tell you?" Mina answered quizzically, clearly under the impression you knew what was going on here but were just a little shy to meet so many new people.

"She must have forgotten some details." You grumbled, already catching on to Sana messing with you once more. "Where is Sana right now? I'd like to thank her again for inviting me over!" You continued, forcing a smile, ready to chew out your tormentor.

"Oh, ehm, I believe she went up stairs, she was getting her switch so we could do some Just Dance later tonight." Mina sheepishly answered, a little taken aback by your upset disposition.

"Thank you, Mina. You look beautiful as always by the way." You concluded your conversation with her, a genuine tone breaking through as her ears grew slightly red. You knew your way around this place to get to where Sana should be according to Mina, and sure enough, upstairs in Sana's entertainment room you found her, clumsily messing about with some cables as she wasn't sure which one to take and which ones to leave.

Sana was wearing a big, white, oversized sweater with golden text on it. She was wearing jeans short underneath it, but you couldn't see, as her white sweater came all the way to over her thighs. The outfit was tied together by her by some black boots coming just above her knee. You were stunned by her beauty and had to take it all in for a second, before remembering what made you look for her in the first place. She was squatting on the floor, both hands covered in HDMI and USB cables. She didn't take long to notice you, standing up straight and turning towards you.

"Y/N, you look so handsome!" She told you, her arms, still covered in cables, now stretched out towards you who was storming towards her. You grabbed both her forearms in your respective hands, causing her to drop all of her cables, and pushed her back, causing her to stumble backwards in your arms, as an "oop" escaped her mouth. You were clearly furrowing your brow in annoyance at her, and forceful about getting your answers. You'd been angry at Sana before, but this was a first. You pushed her up against the wall, pinning and restraining both her arms.

"Oh, are you coming on to me?" Sana flirted back at you, trying to defuse the situation as she recentered herself after her initial shock, expecting some level of anger from you once you had arrived. "I kind of like it when you're a little rough." She continued to flirt, a smirk forming as she tilted her head downwards, causing her eyes to look up at you mischievously. 

"What the hell, Sana?!" You started furiously interrogating her, putting some pressure on her wrists. "You lied to me about what kind of party this was, and now I'm out here all unprepared, not sure what's going, and looking like some overdressed asshole." You were clearly upset, but getting your frustrations voiced helped you calm down a little already, loosening your grip on her wrists.

"Calm down. I told you that lie because I knew you'd overthink it more if I told you what today really was." She reassured you back, her voice succeeding in soothing you. "And you don't look like an asshole, you look hot." She continued, before leaning her head forwards and planting her lips on yours. You were the one in shock now, as you didn't expect her to kiss you like that. Using her body to persuade was no new trick for her. You kissed her back before snapping back into focus and pulling back.

"No, I'm upset! I didn't even know the party was here, so when I saw Nayeon at your door asking me to see my dick, I almost complied out of pure shock!" You shot back at her, releasing her arms and crossing yours. You were still frustrated she lied to you, but she was right. You would have been unable to even get ready knowing what kind of party this was. Just a casual party with all of Twice's members? You don't belong here, and wouldn't have been able to shake the feeling that you were intruding. You still had that feeling, but Sana managed to get you in. And well, you're already here. You let out a big sigh before Sana even managed to voice her response.

"Nayeon asked what?!" Sana yelled back, loud enough you feared the whole house could hear her.

"I didn't do it!" You shushed her back, trying to get her to lower her voice.

"Oh. Okay. Good!" She replied, her voice now back to a normal volume as she chuckled. "So have you calmed down yet?" She put her hands behind her back, leaning forwards towards you, striking a cute pose. You faced her, and it was hard to deny her charm had worked on you.

"Yeah... I have." You answered, letting out one final sigh and throwing a half smile Sana's way. "But you still have to make it up to me!" You furthered, as your energy seemed to flow back into your body. You uncrossed your arms, and put both on her sides as you pulled her closer to you, away from the wall. Her eyes grew hungry for you the second your hands touched her hips, but soon closed as she leaned into you for a kiss.

Your lips met again, as the sticky sensation of her lip gloss kept you attached to her, prompting you to add your tongues to the mix soon after. Sana's hands were trailing your chest, and had soon reached your waistline, before tantalizingly slowly unzipping them and rubbing her hands over your cock, still covered with your underwear.

"Did you call for me, Sana?" You heard Nayeon's voice come from the open door, and opened your eyes again, turning towards the source of the sound. Nayeon just made her way into the room, and her eyes locked with yours. She saw Sana and you against the wall, your hands on her hips, with your zipper open. Your cock was bulging through your underwear, and one of Sana's hands was still locked in place on it. A drop of cold sweat formed on your neck and ran down your spine. This CAN NOT be a good first impression I'm making. You thought to yourself. "Well, well. You won't show it to me, but you will to Sana? I'm hurt, mister stripper." Nayeon remarked, smiling at the scene in front of her.

Sana's eyes had also opened upon hearing Nayeon's voice nearby, and met yours, looking at the door frame. She'd only stopped because you stopped, fully intending to continue even if interrupted if you'd obliged her. She didn't mind a small audience, but got annoyed at the audience if you minded a little audience.

"Be careful of what you wish for unnie. Y/n here might end up being more than you bargained for!" Sana replied, clearly having that response locked in. She laughed as she fired back, and masterfully weaving your name into the snap back to hopefully prevent any further weird titles from coming out. Nayeon started slowly walking into the room, her hands clasped behind her back around hip height, taking big, slow steps. You were staring at her like a deer in headlights, unable to move, not knowing what was to come next.

"Well, I can leave and come back once you're done? I'll take my turn after you." Nayeon smirked, looking at you, lifting her eyebrows as if to ask you if you're down.

Soon after, Mina followed in. She’d heard Sana scream, just like Nayeon did, but didn't understand what Sana was screaming about. She had assumed it was because Sana got confused with what she had to bring to get her switch up and running in the living room. She'd walked in on Nayeon and Sana taking turns competing with each other about you, and saw your obvious discomfort being stuck between two women. Your eyes met hers, and she looked at you as puzzled as you were looking at the entirety of this party. She was about to turn right around and leave, like a timid schoolgirl who had just found out about the intricacies of sex for the first time, feeling like she might have interrupted something she shouldn't have been a part of, until your face conveyed what it needed to. You raised the center of your eyebrows together with a shoddy smile, as if to ask her for help. It seemed she knew what to do, as determination filled her eyes and she spoke up.

"Y/n, help me out with the game stuff! Can you grab the HDMI cable right there near Sana's leg?" She interrupted, thinking fast and giving you an excuse to excuse yourself from the situation, as Mina made her way over to the switch dock and took a hold of that.

"Oh, sure!" You replied, catching on quick before diving to the floor, grabbing the right cable and dashing out of the room with Mina. You both made your way out fast and returned back to the living room.

"Thank you, Mina, you're a real lifesaver." You showed your gratitude to Mina, making sincere eye-contact with her, which caused her to blush a little. "Is Nayeon always like... that?" You asked, having been confronted by her twice now, and unsure how to handle her big presence either time.

"So forward, you mean?" Mina asked back in response to your question. You nodded, and she pursed her lips before continuing. "Only if she likes you. You seem to be a smash hit here!" She giggled with a gummy smile before giving your left arm a tap with her right hand.

You laugh at her compliment, and change the subject. "So, tell me more about today, because Sana lied to me." You inquire to Mina, clearly the only reliable source of information you have right now.

"Okay, so, this was supposed to be just a casual get together, like we tend to organize when we aren't stuck to each other like we are during tours." Mina begins to explain, doing her best to give you all the info she has that you're missing.

"Okay, I see. What am I doing here? I was told this would be a formal company party." You continued your investigation, but not employing the same frustrated tone like you did with Sana. More of a genuinely interesting and calm tone was utilized.

"Last week, Sana said she knew the perfect fit for our new photographer, and wanted us to meet him. When we asked who, she said it was, and everyone already knew your name as her boy toy. Some know more than others... She insisted everyone should meet you, but when some objected, Sana said "Too bad I already invited him!" Mina kept explaining, giving you the rundown of how you ended up here, and why most of the girls here already seemed to know your name.

"Wait, does that mean everyone here knows Sana and I...?" You implied the last bit of your sentence, but Mina knew what you were talking about.

"They know you've seen each other naked, yes. Only Sana knows about us though." Mina replied, the first sentence more confidently, and the second sentence a little more shy, looking down at the floor and twirling her hair a little bit. It didn't manage to fully hide her smile though, which you spotted despite her best efforts. "Oh, speak of the devil." Mina followed up.

Sana joined the two of you, and Nayeon followed her closely. Unlike Sana however, Nayeon just walked past the two of you, but not before giving you a devilish smile and vixen-like eyes, letting you know she wasn't done with you just yet. Sana stopped to join your conversation.

"I've been meaning to have a little talk featuring the two of you!" She started off, a big, happy-go-lucky smile on her face as she wrapped both her arms around your left arm. 

"Oh? About what?" You dug deeper into her remark. You'd talked to Sana about everything that happened between you and Mina, so you weren't sure what she'd needed the two of you for together.

"I just wanted to make sure Mina knows I'm okay with sharing you after I'm done playing." Sana replied, her smile growing more devious, as her eyes stared down Mina's. Mina looked a little taken aback. As if she didn't expect this kind of reaction from Sana. Something must have set Sana off. Was it Nayeon's provocations from earlier?

"I'm sure Y/N has enough in him for everyone here..." Mina responded meekly, asserting her position to not letting herself be pushed aside as soon as her initial shock had subsided. Sana smiles, and nods as if to agree and let it slide.

Your eyes quickly dart between the two girls smirking knowingly at each other before you shake yourself back to reality. "Whoa hey now, wait a minute. Don't I get to have a say in any of this?" you remark with a hint of defiance. You couldn't deny that what they were insinuating would have been heaven on earth, but you still wanted to show that you had a backbone. 

Sana leans back from your arm and looks at you with a blank expression as if to say "you can't be serious" before taking your hand and placing it on one of her uncovered thighs. You freeze in place, shocked at how forward she was being even with all the others in the room. Despite your best efforts to stand up for yourself, a tent was beginning to form in your pants and you were powerless to stop it. Mina and Sana's eyes trailed down to your crotch before they looked back up at each other, both bursting into laughter.

"Yeah, that's what I thought." Sana affirmed before leaning her head back onto your shoulder. The doorbell then rang, shifting everyone's attention towards the front door. Sana jumped up ever so slightly, letting go of your arm and clasping her hands together.

"That must be Dahyun! She's the last to arrive, I'll go greet her!" She exclaimed, happiness exuding from her every move. Sana skipped over to the door, once again leaving you and Mina alone to your devices.

Dahyun and Sana exchanged a couple of words you weren't in earshot to understand, but Dahyun walked in shortly after. She was dressed beautifully with her hair tucked back under a black beret, matching the color of her crop top shirt. It was almost just like a t-shirt, except the back had two strings coming out of it, wrapping around her belly and crossing it in the front. Underneath was a black pencil skirt with a crossing white and gray pattern. Her hips looked impossibly wide in her skirt, and her legs were silky white, muscles being more defined thanks to her high-soled, high-heeled black combat boots.

You were a little perplexed by her beauty, before snapping out of it and finding yourself back in your own body to continue your conversation with Mina. Mina had been staring at your face, clearly reading the admiration you had for the newly arriving girl. You turned to Mina who was already staring at you.

"Oh, I've been meaning to ask you! When do you want to plan your photoshoot?" You asked Mina, changing the subject to something a little more down to earth. Mina was looking at you, as if to study your face at how you reacted to Dahyun, before turning into a gummy smile.

"My schedule is pretty packed next week, but I have the entire Thursday free?" She replied, checking her phone's calendar to confirm. You were listening attentively to her response, but you didn't hide the fact her response was disappointing.

"Ah, no can do... I'm already booked for Thursday, I have a charity thing." You responded deflatedly. Mina's shoulders dropped as you responded. She was clearly hoping Thursday would work out, but alas.

"Ah, next Tuesday then?"  Mina tried again, not giving up yet. Your face lit back up, an early signal of good news.

"Tuesday! Tuesday works. Let's do Tuesday!" You confirmed pinning a date for your shoot, as you both exhaled a small sigh. Once you both seemed to have the sign to go forward with the shoot, some less pressing matters could be the topic of discussion. A short silence fell over you, as both failed to immediately pick a new topic. You were both standing behind the living room couch, watching Sana fumble with the switch setup, standing pretty close to Tzuyu, who was just browsing her phone.

"So... What's the charity thing you're doing?" Mina spoke up, asking you about your previous remark. You snapped back into it, refocused and started explaining.

"Oh, it's for this dog shelter not too far from here." You started to clarify, noticing a shift in Tzuyu's posture who was close to you. "I lend my skills as a photographer and videographer to various dog shelters!" You noticed Tzuyu shifting closer to the two of you as you talked, indicating her interest. Mina smiled at your story, genuinely interested, but couldn't help but point out Tzuyu 's timid desire to listen in on you. Mina moved forward, and put her hand on Tzuyu's shoulder.

"You know, I think Tzuyu would love to talk to you about that, Y/N!" Mina taunted the maknae, causing her shoulders to go up and grow stiff from the sudden call-out. Tzuyu turned her head around at you, showing a big, forced grimace with worried eyebrows you could only see underneath her cap when she tilted her head towards you.

"You like dogs, Tzuyu?" You asked her, hoping to calm any uneasiness she was clearly feeling. Tzuyu's eyes sparkled a bit, and she nodded without saying a word. Mina tilted her head and smiled at her to let her know she had nothing to be worried about. Mina extended her hand to Tzuyu, helping her get up from the couch, before guiding her across from you.

"Tzuyu, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is Tzuyu." She introduced the two of you, as her hands gestured to both of you signaling your names. This was, of course, not needed, since you knew her name from being a worldwide idol, and she knew yours thanks to Sana's ranting. Tzuyu sheepishly bowed her head ever so slightly, and mumbled what you only barely made out to be a "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise. You're even more pretty than they say." You said, complimenting her, causing her to hide her face under her cap and looking a little away from you. You wondered whether or not you offended her, and Mina laughed at your little remark with that infectious giggle of hers. She quickly took her leave, leaving you and Tzuyu to get further acquainted. You weren't sure what to say, still not knowing whether or not you offended her. You decided to speak up and clear the air, before she beat you to it.

"Yeah." Tzuyu said, a little more determined than before. "I like dogs." She continued raising her volume at the same pace as her revealing her face underneath her hat. 

"Do you have dogs of your own?" You continued asking, holding on to your thread of common ground.

"Two... one is the mother of the other." She responded, finally able to meet your eyes. "Do you?" She asked back, her body language opening up as her crossed arms unfolded.

"I used to, but he died of old age. Now I just help at shelters!" You answered her question with genuine intent, being an open book for her questions. "I want to adopt another one, but can't with how busy I am because of work. So I help at shelters." Tzuyu seemed to be inspired by your words, as her eyes were hanging onto every word you were saying.

"That's really, ehm, cool..." She responded in awe, and you were embarrassed, just glad you had something to talk about. "What shelters do you help? Maybe I know some... I used to help out too." She continued asking, but you weren't bothered by her prodding. You chuckled a bit even, thinking her obsession with the topic was cute.

"I'm heading over to Happy Tails Pet Rescue this thursday! If you'd like, you should drop by! I'm sure the people running the place would love that." You explained, not thinking much of the invitation. You were sure she'd decline, but it couldn't help to try. 

Just as you were hitting it off, Jihyo from across the room came over towards you, and she didn't look all smiles like you'd see the rest of the girls have tonight.

"Just so you know, I voted against letting you come over today. A photographer should be professional, not someone Sana picked because she liked them." Jihyo instantly berated you, making her opinion of you being her clear as day. You were taken aback by her forward disapproval, but you couldn't say you disagreed with what she said. Hell, the only reason you showed up here today is because you agreed with Jihyo, but Sana tricked you into thinking it wasn't like that. "If you want a job at our company, you can go through the proper channels." She scoffed at you.

"Oh I agree!" You instantly retorted, taking Jihyo by surprise. She had taken you for a leech, abusing your connection, so she clearly didn't expect you to agree with her. "If I knew this was a personal party, I would have promptly declined! You see, Sana told me this was a company party, and I was to pick her up for it here." You further explained, an awkward smile on your face as you scratched the back of your head, an awkward habit. Jihyo looked at you puzzled and annoyed, not sure if she was to believe you or not. She clicked her tongue at you, and turned towards Tzuyu.

"And Tzuyu, I'm glad you're enjoying yourself, but don't be too trusting around men like him." Jihyo told the maknae, cupping her head on her own. At that time, Momo came out of the kitchen, with home cooked party snacks that smelled delicious. She made everyone well aware of the fact that snacks were ready to be had, and Jihyo did not let them wait on her. She quickly left after her education of you and Tzuyu. 

Tzuyu waited a little until Jihyo was out of the clear, turned towards you, gave you a smile and shrug meant to say "sorry about that" before telling you "I'm going to get something too. Do you want to come?" She asked. You declined politely, however, as you had eaten before coming to this party, and weren't feeling hungry yet. Tzuyu replied with a final "okay", a little nod of her head and the first smile you felt was not awkward or forced.

—

You decide to wander off a bit, thinking about a comment Sana made earlier. You'd seen or heard almost all of the girls at the party now, except for one. You weren't sure if Chaeyoung was hiding somewhere or if she wasn't coming today. But if she was coming, she had to be here already. Sana did say Dahyun was the last to arrive. You were capable of finding your way around Sana's home, and since everyone was hanging around the kitchen or living room, you decided to head back to the hallway connecting Sana's play/entertainment room and her bedroom. The play room was void of people, so you decided to peek into Sana's bedroom. You weren't expecting to find anyone there, but just to be sure. You did have some great memories in this place after all.

To your surprise, the room had more people in it than the play room. As you walked in, the big lights were off, but Sana's mood lighting was turned on, giving the room a warm orange hue. On Sana's bed, Chaeyoung laid on her back, one leg stretched with her foot barely hanging off the bed, and the other leg with her knee up. She was wearing a black skirt with faint white stripes on it, covering her lower body up to her ankles. If it were any shorter, you may have been able to catch a glimpse of her panties, but no such luck. Her bust was covered in a long sleeved, white, translucent top, which had a mildly shiny sheen to it. It did not do a good job at covering her, however, since you could clearly see her black bra covering the bare minimum of her breasts underneath. She had both her arms up to the ceiling, holding her phone, making a kissy face towards it. You could only assume she had taken the opportunity to take some suggestive selfies.

"I can take those for you, if you'd like." You spoke up, announcing your presence to the selfie-absorbed girl. She was clearly caught by surprise, as the sound of your voice shocked her enough to cause her to drop her phone on her chest. She yelped a quick "Ah!" but nowhere near the volume Sana had released just before.

"Oh, haha!" Chaeyoung snickered. "You must be the photographer guy Sana was talking about." She noted, grabbing her phone from her chest and using her forearms to push her upper body up from the bed, facing you. She had a big, toothy smile, and looked genuinely interested in talking to you.

"Yep, that's me! Y/N, pleasure to meet you." You confirmed her observation with vigor, but introducing your name, not in the mood for being referred to as "the photographer guy". Chaeyoung went to sit up right, pulling both her knees up towards her, before stretching her arm out towards you, presenting her unlocked phone.

"Well, show me what you can do." She told you bluntly, as if testing you. You accepted her phone, and were feeling up for the challenge. Chaeyoung pushed herself back on the bed, stopping when her back hit the headrest. She kept one knee up, letting her arm rest on it, and tilting her head, showing her side profile to you, striking an alluring pose. You snapped a couple of pictures using her phone, a couple you felt pretty proud of, before she struck another pose, and repeated the process. You gave some instructions in between, to make sure she knew you weren't just taking pictures, but a professional with an eye for detail. She followed diligently, taking your suggestions as long as the big threads remained hers to pull.

"So, have you done nude shoots before?" She asked out of the blue, not having really furthered the conversation since your improv photoshoot started.

You weren't too bothered with this question yet, so you just answered the best you could.

"Yeah, a couple of times. Are you interested?" You shot back, deciding to start teasing her curiosity. Never in your career has anyone ever asked about nude shoots without wanting to do nude shoots. Chaeyoung's ears grew red, as well as her cheeks upon you asking. You seemed to have cracked some of her shell.

"Has that ever led to something more?" She continued, not relenting on her inquiries. You continued taking pictures, and the next pose she struck was much closer than the others. She crawled over to you on her knees, planting herself close to you on the edge of the bed, sitting on her knees with her feet pointed outwards behind her, remaining balanced through leaning on her arms she planted in front of her, in between her thighs.

"Ehm, in what way? Like more work?" You replied, trying to avoid answering what you knew she was asking. If she wanted to know, you thought, she'd have to come out and ask. She can work for her fantasies.

"No, like, sex. Have you ever fucked someone because of a nude shoot or transitioned from a nude shoot to erotic porn?" She spoke up, a little frustration in her voice mixed in between the embarrassment. Your teasing had clearly gotten to her, but she didn't give up.

"Yeah, it's happened before." You replied calmly from behind the camera, answering her lewd questions with a straight face. Chaeyoung looked down to her thighs, her limbs squirming, as she grew a little silent. You continued to talk. "Why do you ask? Has it ever happened to you before?" You asked, and she looked up to you, her eyebrows a little flustered, trembling ever so slightly. You noticed though, and pressed further, losing yourself in the enjoyment of teasing her. "Do you want it to happen to you?" You finished your questioning, as you put the phone to the side, moving your face closer to hers, which was growing redder by the inch. You placed your right hand on her skirt covered thigh, grasping it to prevent the trembling.

You had full intention to kiss her right then and there, getting so lost in her allure you were forgetting your objective of the evening. Right before you launch your assault, you hear the door of the bedroom creak open again, causing you to pull back.

"Chaeyoung-ah, there's food downstairs!" Jeongyeon spoke as she opened the door. She looked inside, and saw the two of you, Chaeyoung sitting on the edge, and you leaned back close to her, holding up her phone pointed towards her. She gave a little concerned look at the two of you. "Did I interrupt?" She asked, a little surprised to see the two of you so close, pointing her thumb outside of the door over her shoulder as if asking if she should leave.

"No, you're fine unnie. Let's go eat!" Chaeyoung answered, shifting her feet off of the bed and getting up, walking towards Jeongyeon.

"Ah, Chaeyoung, your phone!" You shouted after her before she had fully left, giving her phone back to her. She turned around a little flustered, grabbed her phone out of your hand, before turning around again, following Jeongyeon to the living room. You figured there was no reason to just be alone in Sana's room, and shortly followed the girls back. Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung had started up a conversation you felt impossible to insert yourself into, but as you walked behind them, re-entering the living room, you made eye contact with Nayeon, staring at you.

Nayeon lifted one eyebrow at you, as if she was asking you a question, darting her eyes between you and Jeongyeon and Chaeyoung. You looked back a little confused, conveying you weren't sure what she was asking, but she made it very clear with her next movements. She formed her hand as if holding on to a stick with nothing there, moving it up close to her mouth and moving it from and to her mouth a couple of times. She also formed a little o with her lips, and pressing her tongue against the inside of her cheek. She was asking if one of the girls sucked your dick, there was NO mistaking it. You couldn't deny that's what you want to have happened, but it didn't and you still didn't know how to deal with Nayeon. You ended up just blushing and avoiding eye-contact. This caused Nayeon to chuckle, and want to tease you that much more.

You finally started to feel a little hunger, and decided to go grab some food. In the time you were gone, the platter had moved from Momo's hands onto the living room table. You grabbed a couple of bites, and decided to take a quick rest on the empty couch. Sana spotted you sitting beside yourself, lost in your own thoughts, and decided to accompany you for a bit.

"So, how is everything going?" She asked, addressing you, checking in on you with that warm and gleeful attitude you'd grown to need right now. She plopped her cute little butt down right next to you, turning her head towards you and making serious eye-contact, tilting her head a little sideways.

"Fine? I think? Nayeon, Tzuyu, Chaeyoung and Jeongyeon seem to welcome my presence here." You explained your reading of the current situation. You grew a little hesitant before continuing. "Jihyo clearly doesn't like me though. Did I do something to upset her?" You explained before asking Sana for her insight.

Sana chuckled before responding, knowing this was going to happen. "Nah, she's just cranky. She blows through personal trainers at her gym, and has been out of a replacement for a whole week." She shrugged her shoulders as she shook her head, as if to say “What are you gonna do?" You twisted your lips to the side of your mouth, as confusion on how to continue took over. You hummed a little pondering what to do, before Sana's eyes shot open wide, looking back at you with a big smile. "I have an idea! Follow my lead!" She exclaimed before standing up from the couch, grabbing your hand and pulling you up next to her.

"Jihyo, come over for a sec!" Sana yelled across the room to Jihyo, who was in a conversation with both Tzuyu and Nayeon. She clearly heard, raised her eyebrow but walked over nonetheless. As she approached you stood there, swiping off any crumbs your food had left on your clothes, presenting yourself as best as possible.

"What's up?" Jihyo asked, crossing her arms to you, shifting her posture to lean more on one leg than the other, in a sort of sassy pose.

"Did you know Y/N works out 6 days a week? I bet even you can't keep up!" Sana started to ramble, but she wasn't wrong. You did work out a lot, and were proud of the body it produced. You started to flex your chest a little as Sana explained, trying to help prove her point, catching on to her idea.

"Oh? Is that so, Y/N? How much do you bench press?" She asked, looking a little interested in you for the first time this evening, dropping her scowl for an intrigued look. You did bench enough to be proud, but decided it might be better to exaggerate a little bit for Sana's plan to work.

"My one rep maximum is 140 kg." You replied. It actually was 120, but you had to impress. You'd worry about the ramifications later. Jihyo lifted both eyebrows, clearly impressed with your answer. Sana decided to take it an extra step further however.

She put one of her hands on you and grasped your blazer as well as shirt firmly in her hands at the bottom, lifting both up in one smooth motion, exposing your abs and chest. "Just look at these abs, they don't happen naturally!" Sana exclaimed, as she exposed your body to Jihyo, who couldn't help but stare a little before you yelled out a "Hey!" and pulled your shirt down again. Sana laughed at your little embarrassment, and looked at you as if to plead to not be angry.

"Let's make it even." She followed up, before placing her hand on Jihyo's crop top, and doing the same to her. She pulled it up all the way it could, in an attempt to expose her abs as well, but mistakenly took it too far. Sana had pulled her top all the way up, exposing Jihyo's breasts to you. This time, it was your turn to stare, completely dumbfounded as you took in the sight of her beautifully round tits, almost causing you to drool. Jihyo's already big eyes grew even wider in shock at what her member had done. It was only for a split-second that her chest was exposed, but this time it was Jihyo's turn to yell an even louder "HEY!" before forcefully removing Sana's hand, and pulling her top down again, using her arms to cover her chest. You finally shook to your senses and looked away, hiding your face in one of your hands as you tilted your head down and away.

"Sorry!" Sana instantly yelled out, clearly not intending to go this far. "I just wanted to show your abs, I'm so sorry!" She continued apologizing. Jihyo was about to blow up on Sana, but she took a quick pause and looked towards her member. Clearly, Sana was genuine in her apology, as she did not have that mischievous look she often had on whenever she would prank her other members. She knew she had crossed a line and seemed remorseful enough, so Jihyo took a breath and chose her next words carefully.

Meanwhile, this little mishap hadn't gone unnoticed by some other people in the room. Across the way, Nayeon and Tzuyu had been watching intently as the scene unfolded. When Sana lifted your shirt to reveal your abs, both girls' expectations were exceeded. They had already shown varying levels of interest in you, but seeing your physique only further solidified their attraction.

Nayeon was a bit more forward as she smirked devilishly, already calculating her next move that would get you in bed with her the fastest. Tzuyu on the other hand sheepishly blushed. You were far in a way more toned than her previous partner, and she couldn't deny that she felt a slight tinge of excitement. 

By the dining table, Dahyun and Momo were in the middle of a conversation of their own when they noticed Sana calling Jihyo over to the two of you. They had both been indifferent to your presence at the party chalking it up as Sana wanting to just show off her new boy toy, but when Sana pulled her little stunt on Jihyo they both immediately took notice. 

"Oh my god, Sana!" Momo exclaimed under her breath. Dahyun on the other hand was more focused on your reaction. She looked on in disgust as you ogled her leader's chest, rather than immediately looking away. What a perv, she thought to herself.

"Huff, what the hell were you thinking, Sana? You can't be doing stuff like that, especially not in front of-..." Jihyo said lowly as her eyes motioned over to you, still looking down and away from her. Sana guiltily smiled and held up a peace sign while rocking on her heels. 

"and you! You better not tell not tell a single soul about this or I swear it'll be the end of you." Jihyo barked while crossing her arms again. For someone of her stature, she sure knew how to come off as intimidating whenever she needed to.

"Wouldn't dream of it. I will say though, your abs are impressive! You must really enjoy working out, don't you?" you replied.

This earned a snicker from Jihyo, who placed her hands on her waist presenting her torso to you. "I do, and I guess I'll admit something as well. You do seem like you know how to take care of yourself too, but I'm not totally convinced of Sana's claim just yet. She doesn't think I can keep up with you? Please, even people who do this for a living struggle to hang with me. I bet you don't even last 30 minutes in the gym with me." She taunted you, clearly imposing a challenge.

"Oh yeah? Alright, how about we put that little wager to the test?" you challenge back. The two of you stared each other down with smirks on your faces, eyeing each other with a growing intensity from a fire being lit under both of you. The tension in the room was palpable now as everyone had grown silent waiting to see who would give way first. Sana had let the situation unfold because she too was curious to see how it would play out, but had now decided that enough was enough. She got in between the both of you, placing her hands on Jihyo's shoulders while the two of you kept eye contact.

"Ooooookay calm down, calm down you two. Tell you what, I'll give you his number so you two can settle your competition later. For now, let's keep the party going!" she said with a huge smile, hoping to diffuse the tension. Jihyo looked to Sana's eyes and saw she was pleading with her to back off, so she put on a forced smile and nodded at the two of you before turning around and heading back to her previous conversation with Nayeon and Tzuyu. 

"Well, at least you got something for your trouble?" Sana turned back to you, trying to make herself feel a little better about putting Jihyo in that position. She sighed out, clearly a little disappointed in herself, but didn't intend to let herself grow silent or distant for the night. "So. Have you talked to everyone yet?" Sana inquired back to your status of the night.

"I haven't had the chance to talk to Dahyun or Momo yet." You responded, singling out the last two girls on the list you had left to introduce yourself to.

"You should go talk to them! Looks like they're having a conversation at the dinner table with some food! Two birds with one stone, right?" Sana egged you on, to finish out introductions so you could enjoy your evening a little more relaxed. 

You looked over, finally taking your first good look at Momo today. She was wearing a lavender white tinted crop top, with frilly pads on her shoulders. It had some deep cleavage you found hard to look over. Some skinny blue jeans underneath really hugged her body, showing her insane proportions. She was stunning.

"Alright, I will." You spoke to Sana, who patted your back and pushed you forward. You gathered your courage and started walking over to Dahyun and Momo.

As you neared, Momo already looked your way, but not much in the way of facial expressions gave away what she was thinking. Dahyun was seated with her back towards your approach vector however, so she didn't turn much to look at you.

"Jeongyeon said you made the food today. It's really tasty!" You started the conversation as you approached, pulling out a chair next to Dahyun and taking a seat. "I'm Y/N, nice to meet you!" Dahyun took a look to her side, more so glancing with her eyes than turning her head to greet you. Momo lifted her hand at you as, to wave hi.

"Thank you." She replied to your compliment on her cooking. She didn't really smile when answering, so you weren't sure if she was being sarcastic. Dahyun rolled her eyes at you, but you didn't notice, as you were too busy studying Momo's reaction.

"So you're Sana's new boy toy, huh?" She scoffed at you, finally turning her face towards you to gouge your reaction. "Enjoy it while it lasts." 

You were caught off-guard by her sudden remark, wondering how to respond to her snide remark. "I will?" You responded, almost as if you were asking her a question. Momo was just staring at you a little spaced out, not contributing much to the conversation.

"So how long have you two been going at it? I'd like to predict your expiration date." She continued to taunt you, but you were determined to make a good impression.

"A little over two months I think? I'm curious. When is our expiration date? I'd like to make the most of whatever time you think I have left." You answered, showing your determination to not be a nuisance, and respecting the idea that if either you or Sana wanted to quit your situationship, you'd not become some vindictive asshole. Dahyun was taken aback by your answer. Her whole body shifted backwards as her eyes widened in shock.

"Don't lie to me, what has it really been!" She raised her voice a little in clear disbelief.

"No, I'm serious. A little over two months, you can go ask Sana." You answered. You were waiting for a response, but Dahyun looked a bit lost in thoughts at the information you told her. You looked back over to Momo, who just looked back at you, blinking as if to ask you "what's up". A response from Dahyun didn't come, who only “hmphed” and pulled up her phone, growing quiet at the table. You felt the silence being too much to bear, but you tried your best. You excused yourself from the conversation, and decided to go try your luck somewhere else. Momo waved her hand goodbye at you as you left, but Dahyun remained unresponsive.

As you stood up from the table, you locked eyes with maybe the worst person to lock eyes with. Nayeon was leaning against a wall by herself, and she was clearly watching your conversation with the two other girls. Your eyes locked, and you knew you were in for it now. She lifted her hand up, and waved at you with her fingers, curling them in a rhythmic fashion, exaggerating her every movement. As soon as she had noticed your eyes were focused on her hand, she shifted her lower body to no longer lean against the wall, only resting her back against it. Her hand your gaze was fixed on moved downwards, as it grabbed the hem of her skirt, lifting up upwards ever so slightly. She didn't stop, and soon, you had a clear view of her underwear. It was white, with lace frills on the edges. You looked around to see if you were the only one seeing this, and sure enough, nobody else had seemed to notice. You looked back at her, her skirt now back in its original position, and winked at you, before raising both eyebrows, taunting you to make the next move.

You decided you'd been played with enough, and took determined strides towards the she-devil. She grew a big smile, sticking her tongue out as you approached, and you were going to show her who was boss.

"Are you having fun? Being the only guy in a party filled with beautiful girls?" Nayeon spoke first, setting the tone of your little one-on-one. You caught a small glimpse of Sana passing you, as she tapped your shoulder and threw you a quick smile before taking a seat next to Momo and Dahyun, starting a conversation there.

"I've always been rather lucky. Today seems to be no different." You replied holding your ground, confidence finally oozing out of you in front of Nayeon.

"I see..." She nodded her head, as she let out a low, long-winded hmmmmm. "Wanna get even luckier?" She prompted, her eyes looking up at you invitingly.

"Depends, will my photography skills be put to use?" You replied, upping the ante, almost sure she was just teasing you without any intention to actually do something. She shocked back for a split-second, before getting that trademark mischievous smile plastered over her face again.

"I think we can find a use for that... Let's go to the play room and finish what you and Sana started." She shot back, her hands playing with your tie, as she pulled you closer to her upon finishing her sentence. She started turning around, convinced you would follow her with no problems.

You weren't sure if it was just the nervousness caused by the fear of sneaking off and getting busted by one of the girls that are already doubtful about you, or if it was the shoulder tap that Sana gave you as if to let you know she saw you, but you couldn't help but to look back, spotting Sana now standing next to Mina, both staring daggers at you. You closed your eyes, chuckled once, and couldn't help but think to yourself. I can't believe I am letting this opportunity slip away. But that's okay.

You stood firm in your place, and Nayeon's hand slipped off of your tie as you didn't follow her. She looked back at you surprised, not quite sure what overcame you, and you stood upright, facing her head on.

"Oh? What's this, then?" She asked, clearly bewildered by your inability to follow her.

"Maybe some other time, noona. I have a party to attend." You responded in a respectful manner, excusing you from her advances before making your way over to Sana and Mina who's gazes had softened towards you, both having big smiles, the one gummier than the other. You didn't look back to Nayeon.

Nayeon's eyes grew fierce looking at you walking away, but not with anger or hate. They had a fire light in them with desire. She didn't try to stop you from leaving, but her look made one thing obvious to anyone that spotted it. She grew even hungrier for tasting you now. She chuckled, and decided to join a different conversation. She found Jeongyeon and Jihyo having a conversation about what sports they had been playing recently, but Nayeon only joined to tease Jihyo about Sana's slip-up.

As you made your way back to your two situationships, they both asked you a question in near perfect unison. "So, what were you two talking about?" They interrogated you, and you knew to choose your next couple of words carefully.

"Not much. She just asked how I was enjoying the party and then wanted to give me a tour of the place, but I told her I've already been and would rather stay here and mingle some more." You answered, mixing some truths in with your white lies, convincingly enough to get both girls to relax.

"That's good." Sana and Mina both replied in unison once again, sighing a sigh of relief.

"More importantly, what happened with Dahyun and Momo?" You asked the two girls for their opinion, looking for answers to the cold atmosphere that you found at their table.

"What do you mean?" Mina asked, as she had not been paying attention to your conversation with the two other girls.

"Well, Dahyun seemed to hate my guts, and Momo didn't even seem to acknowledge I was there? Like, at all?" You explained to the best of your abilities, unable to shake the feeling you had fucked up somehow. Sana did a half smile and chuckled before answering.

"Nah, Dahyun doesn't hate you. She just doesn't like any of the guys I bring over, but since she didn't yell at you, I think you might have made as good an impression as possible. She's probably tired as well, she had a schedule for a make-up brand deal that ran late. That's why she arrived after you!" Sana further elaborated, trying to make you see that not all battles can be won on the first try. Mina chimed in.

"And I don't think Momo dislikes you. She's just like that sometimes. If she disliked you, she wouldn't be staring this way right now." Mina elucidated that Momo might just be hard to read for you right now. You took a quick look back at her, and sure enough, Momo was looking in your direction. You made eye contact, and she waved her hand at you again, as she'd done multiple times before. You chuckled, and just decided to take Sana and Mina's words for it.

You furthered some small talk between the three of you, before Jihyo and Nayeon made a big call to action for everyone to come participate in the just dance competition. Mina had started to move up to go and partake, but you and Sana both remained where you were. Mina had asked if you two weren't coming, but Sana had mentioned she still had some things left to discuss with you.

"You know, you made the right move not engaging Nayeon tonight." She remarked, clearly seeing through your bluff that you talked about nothing much with Nayeon. She was giggling as cute as ever, throwing big smiles towards you and hyping you up, but was this really about her jealousy again?

"What do you mean?" You questioned. Why would engaging her be the wrong move, apart from upsetting Sana and Mina.

"Nayeon loves the hunt. If she catches you on the first try, you were a boring hunt, and she'd never look your way, ever again. You did a good job evading!" She explained, making sure you understood what was at stake. She further illuminated the fact that if you went with Nayeon today, you'd be waving your shot at a photography gig at JYPE goodbye. Nayeon would stand firmly against it. You suddenly realized you were very lucky to trust your gut, because you were nearly a world of trouble.

You weren't the only two not competing in the competition, as Tzuyu seemed to hover around your conversation as well, but not brave enough to join it on her own initiative. Sana had seemed to take notice, while you were lost in thought about your career near death call, the cold sweat running over your back.

"Hey Y/N?" Sana addressed you, grabbing your attention once more, before giving a big, happy smile and continuing. "Don't leave the party early, it would look good for you if you helped me clean up after everyone left!" She suggested, to which you nodded in agreement. You were already planning to, but getting confirmation made you feel even more at ease.

Then Sana came closer to you, and whispered in your ear. "Tzuyu seems to want to talk to you some more." She gave you a final push towards making this evening as successful as it could be, before using her regular volume again. "Ahhh, I'm going to check out who's winning. I haven't played enough with Chaeyoung today, I hope she's still in it!" Sana talked to herself, before taking her leave, allowing you to flawlessly transition into a conversation with Tzuyu.

"Hey! You're not competing with the others?" You spoke to Tzuyu, starting the conversation of light.

"Ah, no, I saw you weren't there and... wanted to talk some more about dogs... " She meekly answered, almost as if she withdrew back into her shell but was peeking her eyes out.

You threw a smile at her, and started asking and answering a lot of questions about her favorite dog breeds, personal dog-related anecdotes and what not. You seemed to really hit it off, and spent nearly an hour talking about the topic, getting her to ever so slightly grow more comfortable around you. It wasn't long before the party started to die down, after Mina had won the Just Dance competition, one by one everyone started to take their leave. You bid farewell to everyone as they left, some replies more positive, and some still warming up to you, but with an overbearing feeling that tonight would certainly be a life-defining moment.

—

After everyone had left, Sana made her way back over to you, as you both started cleaning plates and glasses. A warm atmosphere enveloped the both of you, as you felt fulfilled with your performance this evening.

"You did well tonight. I think I made the right call lying to you!" Sana told you, sticking her tongue out as she laughed, clearly enjoying her own joke a lot. "I think I should reward you!" She added on, a little softer and less giggly, this time.

"And to what do I owe the honor of a reward?" You inquired, not sure what she felt the need for. At the end of the day, this whole thing was for a job for you, not for Sana.

"Isn't that obvious? We haven't seen each other in over a week due to my schedule. If you get this job now, we'll have loooooooots more opportunities to meet each other." She elaborated as flirty as ever, walking up to and tapping your nose with her index finger at the end of her sentence.

Her motives suddenly became more clear, but you couldn't deny you were also chomping at the bit to have some more time alone with Sana. You smiled at her comment, before wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her closer.

"We're meeting each other right now, aren't we?" You noticed with a cheeky smirk, clearly inviting her for the continuation of your evening.

“Mmmm, I guess we are…” Sana purred, marching your smirk with a devilish grin of her own. She wrapped both of her arms around on your neck as she leaned back, tilting her head up and waiting on your next move.You leaned down and decided to start the night's festivities with a tender kiss. Sana instantly melted into it and upped the ante, parting her lips to allow your tongues to join the fray. Her tongue tried to wrestle you but you easily dominated it with yours, allowing you to freely explore her wanton mouth.

In a move that caught her off guard, you swiftly picked her up by her thighs. Sana yelped into the kiss in surprise but quickly understood your intentions, giggling as she wrapped her legs around your waist. You carried her across the room, bringing her to one of the walls in her living room before placing her down. You then began to undress, quickly loosening your tie and tossing it aside before shedding your blazer, all the while never breaking away from your kiss. Sana brought her arms down from around your neck and cupped your face with her hands, waiting as you meticulously undid the buttons of your white shirt until it was enough to shed as well. Once you were topless, Sana pulled away and leaned back against the wall to get a good look at you, both of you heaving for air but excited to get right back into it nonetheless. 

You both took a pause to catch your breath and looked into each other's eyes with devilish grins. Neither of you needed to say anything, as if your bodies knew what the other would do next. You grabbed the bottom of her oversized sweater while Sana raised her arms above her head before deftly lifting it off of her and tossing it aside, leaving her in only a lacy black bra and matching black shorts. You then cupped her face with one hand while the other made its home on her waist and leaned forward to bring her into another kiss while she began to work on unbuckling your pants. The way the both of you knew the quickest and most efficient ways to undress each other came as no surprise to either of you. Months of practice proved fruitful as you stepped out of your pants with you now only in your boxers. 

When she was ready to take it to the next step, Sana broke away from the kiss and pulled you in closer to stand upright before her. You were about to lean down and kiss her again but she had other plans. It was now her turn to surprise you, as she suddenly placed her hands on your shoulders and whipped the two of you around, swapping positions with you now leaning against the wall. Before you even realized what was happening Sana had already sunken to her knees, her face now hovering inches away from your arousing member beneath your boxers. She ran a hand over its length drawing a hiss out of you, giggling to herself like a kid in a candy store. She then looked up and made eye contact with you, her eyes a mix of both innocent and playful, but behind them you knew she was more like an eagle eyeing her prey. While still looking up at you, she hooked her fingers under the waistband of your boxers and swiftly yanked them down to your knees. Your cock proudly sprang to attention, almost hitting her face in the process. Sana's eyes turned to half-moons in elation before turning their attention to her next target.

She opened her mouth wide, and closed her eyes. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth, and she let out a little "aaa" vocalization. She was clearly inviting you in, and you weren't one to decline such an invitation. You bucked your hips forward, depositing the tip of your golden rod onto her tongue, and holding it there. You waited a little for her to make the next move, but it never came. Instead, Sana opened her eyes, glaring at you, her brow furrowed. She formed a fist with her right hand, and punched the side of your hip with enough force for you to feel it.

"What the hell?!" You exclaimed, surprised by this sudden act of violence. Your body instinctively moves back, forcing your guest into an early leave from her mouth.

"Do I need to spell everything out for you, dummy? I told you earlier, I like it when you're a little rough!" She replied, her glare transforming in a smirk when she clearly communicated her desires to you.

"You think you can handle me fucking your throat?" You replied, flipping a switch that was in dire need of flipping. You instantly forgave her for her transgressions, and replied to her demand in a way you knew she could not resist. Being taunted.

"That's more like it." Sana purred, licking her lips and returning to her previous pose, once more extending an open invitation for you to fuck her mouth. You didn't hesitate, and inserted your cock into her mouth faster than a speeding bullet. Her eyes popped open a bit, feeling the total length of your dick hitting the back of her throat, as you showed no mercy for her. She asked for rough, she was going to get exactly that. On instinct, Sana coughed and pulled her head back a little, but you still felt the sting of her punch on your hip. You cupped both hands behind the back of her head, and gave her no escape, holding her in place.

"No no, you only get out of this when I let you, girl." You growled in a low voice, taking full control of the kneeling idol. You felt her initial resistance melt away upon your roughhousing, and the barrier of her throat practically opening as the last couple of inches of your cock slide further back into her mouth, before you started swaying your hips back and forth, treating her mouth like it was your personal property to fuck.

Sana submitted herself to you more than you were used to. You tended to go about your intimacy with her doing what she wanted, but you taking charge like this was new. Truth be told, you used to be scared that if you were too greedy, you were jeopardizing your arrangement. These fears seemed to have absolutely disappeared, as you ruthlessly pushed your cock back and forth her mouth, getting closer to shooting your load straight down her neck every second. Whines and whimpers were occasionally mixed in with the gagging sounds you repeatedly forced out of her throat. The sound of her struggling turned you on even more, as you couldn't help but ravage her face. She seemed to be holding on quite well, as her hands had found her way to your ass cheeks, clasping around them as if to forcefully pull herself closer into you.

Every push was easier than the one before. Never fully releasing her from her dick sucking duties by pulling the entire length of your cock out of her mouth caused her to have to get creative, sometimes pushing the sides of her mouth open to get some, if any, air into her system. This didn't stop her golden tongue from wrapping around your cock, smoothing the sensation upon every shift.

"Hmmm, fuck, I'm gonna cum, Sana..." You moaned at her, as you occasionally mixed in sweet nothings for her to stay motivated. As this declaration made its way to Sana's ear, she suddenly shifted her hands to the front of your thighs, and started pushing herself off of you. As much as you liked using her, you had no intention of abusing her, and let go, allowing the girl to separate herself from you.

"What, what's wrong?" You asked, panicked that you might have overdone it and gotten her flustered. Sana coughed and gasped a bit, her head hanging towards the floor, surely in delight at finally being able to take full breaths, before looking up at you, a giant smile forming on her face, like she just got the best news in the world.

Sana stood up from the ground, standing in front of you before putting her left hand against your chest with her index pointing at you. Her right hands swiftly grabbed the base of your cock, forming a tight ring around it and clasping down, as if to keep you hard but prevent you from cumming.

"Okay, enough of that! I want to play our little bet again now!" She smiled at you, instantly shifting the power dynamic away from you, and into her whims. You almost wanted to laugh if not for how obvious she was being with this. First allow you to absolutely get this close to cumming, only for her to edge you and then suggest playing a game where the objective is to make the other cum.

"You're kidding me." You responded, almost in disbelief with how shameless she was being with her request.

"Oh come on, don't be like that! Are you afraid you're gonna lose?" She shot back almost instantly. Her eyes were closed, shaped like half moons as her smile still lured you in, but upon her final taunt, those same eyes opened. They had a warmth to them, the allure and danger you'd expect from a lion who had driven its prey into a corner, and was forcing it to fight back for its own entertainment. They were intoxicating, and you were ready to lose.

"Fine. You're on!" You exclaimed, knowing full well you were going to lose, but still willing to show her you weren't going down without a fight. She held a firm grasp on your cock the entire time she pushed you back and onto the couch, where she took her place across from you, opening her legs before struggling to take off her pants. It wasn't as easy as she expected with only one hand.

"Mind giving me a hand?" She tilted her head towards you, and raised the pitch of her voice, making her request in about as cute a way as she could, stopping any ideas you had of watching her struggle. You leaned forward and helped her take any unnecessary clothing off before getting ready for your showdown.

You sat up straight, readying yourself for a battle already lost. Despite your gut telling you you had already lost, your posture communicated no intention to actually lose. You towered over the girl who had just done her best to intimidate you, causing her to gulp and forcefully steeled her resolve. Your eyes peered into hers, growling back at her former threat.

Sana's eyes were quivering for half a second, before focusing and accepting your challenge. No words needed to be exchanged. Your fingers entered her, no resistance at all, as her pussy was already dripping wet from your rough treatment. You took no time to hit all her weak spots, getting rough with her in an instant. Sana couldn't resist letting her moans slip out, closing her eyes on reflex, but stabilizing. 

Sana's offensive was slow. She didn't ramp up the speed to eleven like you, instead, taking a slow and methodical approach. Her hand glided over your cock slowly, needing no lube as her spit still stuck to you plentifully. She regained her posture, arching her back, sticking her bra-covered tits out to you. She tilted her head sideways, giving you an alluring look. Her right hand was working your shaft, as her left hand glided over her hips onto her belly onto her chest. Slowly, her fingers slid under the edge of the underside of her bra, lifting the fabric off of her at a tantalizing pace. You couldn't help but fixate your eyes on her, being drawn in by her actions, slowing down your own pace, and feeling the heightened feeling of her hands stroking you as she continued. She smirked, and finally spoke.

"Cum for me." Three sultry words left her mouth. She cast a spell on you. An unbreakable hex, committing you to her command. You tried resisting it, but it was obviously too much. You felt it from deep inside, and she did too, judging by the pulses your cock made. You had lost. Shot after shot of your cum shot out of you, landing on Sana's thighs and stomach. This load had been brewing inside you from the start of this evening, and was only enhanced by the finish Sana gave you. Sana's mouth was wide agape, in shock from her first victory, as well as the sheer volume of your load.

"I won!" She shouted, giggling, instantly releasing you from her gasp and taking small jumps in her seat. She did a little victory dance, flipping all of her sexy energy into cuteness like it was nothing.

"I FUCKING won!" She gloated once more, as you let your head hang back from your defeat. You supported yourself on your two arms behind your back, still basking in the sensation of one the best orgasms you've had in your life.

"Okay... pant What's your... gasp Trophy?" You asked, snapping her out of her little victory trance, trying to figure out what kind of mess you found yourself in now.

Sana put a finger on her chin, and her eyes peered upwards as she hummed and pondered on what to ask. At least, that's what it would look like to the untrained eye. She had already decided long ago what she wanted, and you were just left wondering what it would be.

"Ah, I know! Find us a third for a threesome, please?" She pouted, asking you with big doe eyes, pleading irresistibly. You raised one eyebrow at her request. Usually, the requests for things to do right now. This seems more like a long-term undertaking...

"Are those kinds of requests allowed...?" You pondered out loud, questioning the validity of her request.

"Well, they are now!" She snubbed your doubt instantly, deciding unilaterally that she was in her right to ask.

"Hmmm..." You considered her request more seriously this time, facing countless questions you thought best to just ask for clarification. "So should I just ask a buddy to join or what? I don't have all too many guy friends, you know..." You posed, clearly asking for further input.

"Don't be silly! I want you to convince a woman." Sana replied, having denied your initial proposition. You were a little shocked. You were afraid her request had something to do with just you alone not being enough to satisfy her anymore, but asking for a woman throws that out of the window. Was Sana just a little bicurious, or does she have more experience than she let on? Either way, you didn't mind the direction this took, preferring this over her growing tired of you any day.

"Should I ask Mina? I doubt I can get anyone else convinced in a timely manner..." You retorted, showing that you had doubts in how realistic your prospects were.

"That would be too easy! Did you really think Mina just saw you once and fell for your irresistible fucking charisma? I helped a ton with that one!" Sana goaded you, revealing a card she had kept hidden in her hand up until now. You had to admit to yourself, Mina's forwardness did seem strange to you, but to think Sana's gift to you would extend this far... Sana continued before letting you get too lost in your own mind. "I introduced you to 7 more beautiful girls tonight, didn't I? I'm sure you can manage, pick one of my members!"

You were a little shocked. You weren't really sure where to start, and doubtful about your ability to succeed. But before it could set in, you caught yourself. Nah, fuck that. You will succeed, you've had enough defeat for a day. You didn't need any more convincing to do anything the goddess in front of you requested of you, but she decided to give it to you anyways. She looked at you expectantly, waiting for your response, but was clearly still in heat. She felt the warmth of your cum still dripping onto her thighs, and decided to keep herself busy and you motivated. She swiped one finger over her inner thigh, taking a swab of your cum on it, and bringing it to her mouth. She put the finger in her mouth whole, sucking the cum off of it while pulling it out and pursing her lips, releasing her finger with a pop. She looked you dead in the eyes, and smiled at you devilishly. "Yummy!" She exclaimed. As if she expected you still had any resistance left. Unbeknownst to her, any resistance you once had to Sana had long died. 

"Fine. I'll do it. I don't know how yet, but I'll do it." You determined, your gaze fiery having set its sights on victory. Sana kept swiping cum from her thighs and stomach into her mouth, licking mouthful after mouthful before you replied, only to make her next move after you'd agreed to her demands.

"You're a big boy." Sana encouraged you, as she placed both her hands on your shoulders. She lifted her legs before straddling you, gliding her pussy against your erect cock. She lifted her hips, before placing her pussy above your cock and sliding onto you, letting a little moan vocalized with a "fuck", before addressing you again. "I'm sure you'll figure something out." She finished with a wink.

You and Sana fucked like that for a while, taking her in lotus first, eventually swapping into doggystyle to hit her deepest spots. You both fucked like your lives depended on it, only settling down when you were both out of orgasms and energy. By the time you headed home, dawn had already started to break outside, and you started to wonder what your life was becoming. It had only been a couple of years since you broke into idol photography, and now you're fucking some of the biggest names in the industry. Sacrificing some days worth of sleep was a small price to pay.

—----------------------------------------------------------------------------

A/N: A bit of a long chapter with not too much in terms of raunchiness happening this time around, but one we felt necessary to set up to make the rest of this series as grand as we envision it! Thanks, once again, for reading our little story and for all of the love you give us, we hope you have as much fun reading as we did writing!

[secretlyobito]

Bedtime fluff with the jjk men

Featuring Gojo Satoru, Geto Suguru and Nanami kento.

Contains: lots and lots of fluff, sugar, spice and everything nice

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Satoru

You sighed as you pushed through your front door, trudging your tired body across the foyer into the living room. Work was tough today and you wanted nothing more than to hop into bed right now, preferably with your cuddly boyfriend, Satoru.

“Evening baby, what took you so long?” Satoru asks from his spot on the living room couch, his six eyes notifying him of your presence before you even stepped into the house. “Work was shit today, plus the bus was 15 minutes late” Satoru sighs, tugging you to sit on the couch before pulling you into his arms. You basically melt into his touch, his comforting warmth making the stress dissipate from your body like melting snow.

“Great! Let’s get you to bed then” He announces, scooping you up as he strides to the bedroom with his long limbs. “Gosh Satoru! A little warning would be nice first” you playfully glare at him as you clutch his clothes for dear life, your heart beating from his sudden actions. He merely laughs at you as he reaches the bedroom, setting you down and heading into his closet to find you something to wear to sleep. You use the opportunity to freshen up in the bathroom, emerging a few minutes later wrapped in a fluffy towel. “thanks toru” you mumble as you change into the shirt he laid out for you, giggling when you catch him sneaking peeks at you as you change. “stop staring perv” “hey! You can’t do that in front of me and expect me not to look” he scoffs as he grabs your arm and tugs you onto the bed, wrapping his long limbs around you like a snake. You try to shove him away a little but eventually give up when he only tightens his hold in response. “sleep princess, I’ll be here when you wake up” he whispers uncharacteristically softly, that was all the charge you needed to doze off into dreamland, Satoru following after you not long after.

“You know, my offer to pick you up from work everyday still stands” Satoru hums as he rests his chin on the top of your head. His statement causes you to scrunch up your face, “you already have a lot on your plate Toru, I wouldn’t want to burden you” “nonsense! It would be fun, it’ll be like carpooling.” He explains animatedly, already excited about the idea. “oh and Suguru can come too!” “I’m pretty sure Suguru would rather die Satoru, but sure” you chuckle at his enthusiasm before patting his paintbrush like hair.

“Just try it” “no” “please sugu!” “no Y/N” he mocks your whiny tone as he chuckles, watching you hold out a face mask you’ve been begging him to try on with you for the past eight minutes. “I thought you loved me” you scoff, folding your arms. “you’re going to question my love for you over a face mask?” “yes! Because if you truly loved me then you would do it” he rolls his eyes before grabbing the face mask from you hands and examining it skeptically “fine but no pictures” “aw but you look so cute in face masks” he scoffs and moves to drop the facemask back but you laugh and quickly grab his hands “ok ok deal”.

Suguru

“how long do we have to keep it on” Suguru asks exasperatedly, his fingers prodding at the itchy mask as you two now sit on the bed tangled in each other’s limbs. You swat at his fingers to prevent him from messing up the mask which earns you a warning glare. “Just a couple more hours” “WHAT” “I’m only kidding Sugu, just thirty minutes more” “like that’s any better” he mumbles throwing his head back onto the pillow dramatically. A few minutes go by and while you’ve been mindlessly scrolling through your phone, Suguru has been tossing and turning dramatically, hoping to get your attention and make you feel bad for putting him in this predicament. “Stop being such a baby suguru” you roll your eyes as you watch him turn childishly for the umpteenth time. “wow that’s your response to your husband being in pain?” “he’s not in pain” you dismiss him, dropping your phone and untangling yourself from him to head to the bathroom. Suguru sits up and watches you curiously “where are you going Y/N” “To get something to take your mind of the mask” your muffled voice replies as you emerge a few seconds with his hair oiling kit. You sit on the bed once more, your back resting against the headboard “sit” you tell him gesturing to between your legs. He grins as he happily obliges “now this is what I’m talking about” you chuckle at his insistent hate for the face mask as you watch him settle between your legs, his head resting against your torso and his palms gripping your thighs. You begin oiling and massaging his scalp causing him to let out little hums and noises of satisfaction, not even minutes later the noises stop and his body grows slack. You chuckle as you lean over his head to see him fast asleep, you wait a couple minutes more before pulling the facemask off his face and gently dislodging yourself to lie beside him. You hold him in your arms as you reach over to turn the bedside lamp off, kissing his forehead as you bid him goodnight in an unheard whisper.

Kento

You lay sprawled out on Nanami’s body, your chin propped up on his chest as you observed him read his book which was his usual night time routine. Occasionally, Kento would glance at you and reach his hand out to stroke your cheek softly, his little way of making sure you weren’t bored. He did this even though you assured him multiple times that his handsome face was more than enough to entertain you.

“Ken” “Yes my love?” “I just realized….” Kento raises his eyebrows as you trail off, dropping his book to give you his undivided attention. “you realized what sweetheart?” “I just realized you’re a blondie” you muse, your hands reaching up to feel his soft blonde hair. He stares at you for a few seconds before shaking his head, laughing softly “that’s not a bad thing is it love?” “absolutely not, its adorable” he hums, his fingers reaching out to stroke your soft cheek again “well as long as you find it redeeming then I’m more than happy to be a ‘blondie’” You chuckle as your fingers begin to card through his hair in a rhythm now, stroking the soft locks that are usually pushed back during the day “we should get you pink hairclips to match the aesthetic” “of course sweetheart, you can use my card”. You huff out a laughter as you retract your hands from his hair, resting your cheek against his chest now as your exhaustion began to catch up on you. “that easily?” kento pats your head before putting a bookmark in the page he was reading, deciding he was done for the night “there isn’t a lot I wouldn’t do for you my love” he whispers softly as he pulls you closer, his hands moving down to draw gentle patterns on your back. Your eyes flutter open as you quickly respond sleepily “I would do a lot for you too ken” He chuckles at your barely coherent sleep laced sentence, his hands moving to slip under your shirt to enable him skin to skin contact. You hum appreciatively as you fall more and more asleep, his hands always knowing exactly what to do to lull you to sleep. He places a soft kiss in your hair before reaching over to turn off the light. “Goodnight sweetheart”.

☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆

Am I the only one that loves reading fluff bedtime scenarios before I go to bed? Anyways, here is some jjk bedtime fluff while I write part two of my Itachi arranged marriage series. I will definitely do more scenarios in the future with more characters, the next one might be angst like an argument because I'm addicted to hurt to comfort, please send help.