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rockingbytheseaside · 1 day ago

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✦ The little gifts they give you

(Pierro, Capitano, Dottore, Scaramouche, Pantalone, Tartaglia)

tw: none, pure fluff

✧ Pierro – Love letters hidden in the house

When you awaken in the hush of dawn, your beloved is nowhere to be seen in the house. He often rises before the world stirs, summoned by his obligations as the Fatui Director during the first rays of dawn. However, even if he has to depart as you sleep soundlessly, it’s never without leaving a small note by his pillow.

A small, beautiful card, meticulously folded and inked in his elegant cursive. A masterful piece full of words that he yearns to speak when he is away at work. You only opened your eyes, yet a smile already graces your lips when you spot the letter on his side of the bed. It reads:

“You sleep like a tender beauty, your thoughts are my constant companion. Even when you rise, the pillows and covers grieve for the absence of your warmth, like the departure of summer, leaving but the coldness of winter. So does my heart miss you when I am away. May you rise like a blooming Leucojum, starting off your morning well, while I think of you every waking second.”

He often did that, leaving you small sonnets around the house while he was away at work. His fancy for poetry and writing had endured since his noble youth in ancient Khaenri’ah, a love untouched by time. This way, even when he’s away, he still manages to bring a smile to your face first thing in the mornings.

You’d find other letters elsewhere. One day, he’d leave it in your study room:

“The pen and paper you write in get graced by your wisdom. The tomes that line your shelves store knowledge for your interest, each page covets your attention. Share your discoveries with me when I am back, my divine.”

Another, he’d hide it by the dresser:

“When you don your attire for the day, the stars and moons would gasp in awe. Yet it is I alone who bear witness to your truest splendor. I count the second until I may once again gather you in my arms, to undo every silken layer-”

Oops, never mind. Best not to read that one aloud. Too intimate for wandering eyes. Either way, throughout the months, you’d collect these little love letters, always keeping them safe as a memo, giddy whenever you reread them, or stashing them happily for safekeeping. For such excellent penmanship, the Jester truly deserves some extra adoration from you.

✧ Il Capitano – Exotic flowers and seeds from all over Teyvat

‘Is a bouquet of flowers too cliche a gift for someone you miss?’ – the Harbinger pondered to himself. He stood by the outskirts of Kannazuka, not far from Yashiori Island, where the solemn sea breeze swept by crimson Dendrobium petals. He heard from locals that these flowers were thought to be instinct, yet returned to where blood was once spilled on Inazuman soil.

You’d appreciate the austere symbolism of such flora, and the Captain knelt before carefully picking it by the stem. He paid respect to each bloom, as any warrior who understands the grievances of a quiet battlefield would. Thus, by the time his mission drew to its quiet end, the 1st of the Fatui Harbinger appeared with a bouquet presented to your arms.

“Hm? You plucked these, Capi?” – You looked at him curiously, the bouquet massive in your arms. “But that means they will wilt soon.”

The Captain’s helmet dipped slightly, his unreadable face betraying a flicker of hesitance. Perhaps this was a bad idea?

“...I apologize, do you dislike them?”

You smiled at him, with meticulous swiftness, you moved with the bouquet, searching for an appropriate vase, and to fill it with water. The Dendrobiums were indeed exquisite, yet what you desired was their preservation, especially if such blossoms bore no seeds to sow. Thus, your beloved watched in fascinated silence as you showed him how to remove extraneous leaves and guard petals. It will help the flowers last longer. Now, the Captain had more ideas.

During his other expeditions, he no longer sought out just any flowers; he would seek intel on horticulture or where to purchase high-quality seeds. If he’d purchased flowers, he’d barter for seeds rather than stems and purchase plants nestled in earthen pots. If only you had witnessed the face of the poor Mondstadtian girl who overlooked the Floral Whisper shop - Flora. She went silent as to why a Harbinger was questioning how to properly maintain Windwheel Aster during transport. In truth, he was so excited to bring his beloved one more exotic plant, he could only think of your expression when you see the petals spin in the breeze.

Thus, you found yourself with a makeshift garden, brought to you proudly by Capitano. Each flower is a fragment of his journeys, a testament of his quiet devotion. He even helped construct a modest greenhouse, sturdy and sun-warmed, to shelter those blooms that craved warmer climates. Now, every time the Harbinger is away and spots a single flower blooming in the wild, his mind wanders back to you; what else might my beloved like?

✧ Il Dottore – Small inventions to make your life easier

To love someone doesn’t equal to lavishing that person with materialistic luxuries. Dottore knows you have little taste for frivolity, acquiring only what necessity demands. Instead, he attends to subtler needs: when you scribble in your notebooks for hours, your fingers get tired from clutching a pen, the side of your palms are smeared with either ink or graphite. Hence, one evening, he returns with a set of gloves.

“Here, give me your hand,” – he said busily, already cradling your palms as he carefully put on two-finger writing gloves, securing your skin in comfort against the soft material. “I ensured the design is versatile when you’re writing something, without tiring or smudging your hand. Tell me if it feels better.”

You never even noticed or complained about the ache. At times, the Doctor saw you plop down on the sofa, tired and whining from cleaning around. You were always meticulous with your personal space, but none is immune from the hassle of vacuuming, dusting, or cleaning the floors. Especially if it gave you a night of painful back pain. Hiring attendants would have been the simplest solution, he thought. But he preferred an idea far more personal.

“Take this,” – he casually handed you a circular device. You blinked in confusion but accepted the new state-of-the-art machinery. “An automatic vacuum cleaner. It will map out the layout of the house so it can sweep the floors whenever you’re away. Spare yourself the drudgery.”

And another time, when you were delighted by your purchase of a sweet bubble tea beverage, you wistfully lamented how difficult it was to replicate such indulgences at home. Oh well, you shrugged, but Dottore was sitting nearby, already scheming a blueprint.

A week later, your kitchen bore a marvel: a gleaming coffee and tea machine, capable of brewing, frothing, even carbonating any beverage you wished. You just have to throw in the ingredients of your choice. Be it coffees, matchas, smoothies, or bubble teas, not even Fontainian cafes had such appliances.

“Dottore, when did you have the time to wipe out such a machine? That’s massive work!” – you inquired curiously one day, but The Harbinger waved his hand dismissively, stating:

“Hm? Oh, why, this is hardly a strain. I don’t like seeing you toil over menial tasks or seek out solutions that will just burn through your Mora. If you are in want of anything, you can always ask me. You know that, correct?”

Even in matters where you never uttered a single complaint, Dottore’s ever observant nature remained unfaltering. He would silently bask in the sight of you, committing every small nuance of your life and habits to memory. He’d sit with his chin resting on his palm, silently smiling as you enjoyed his inventions or the little knick-knacks around his lab that brought your sincere smile.

✧ Scaramouche – Learning to cook your favourite dishes

The Ballader never grasped humanity’s fascination with food. Concerning sustenance, survival required little. Animals hunted their prey without fanfare, yet humankind alone had transformed eating into a cult. Fawning over flavors? Creating restaurants? Scaramouche never got it, even when he first lived as an innocent puppet in the rural village of Tataratsuna.

So why was he here, eyebrows furrowed as he looked over the sizzling meat on the stove? Somehow, against all reason, the Harbinger cooked an entire meal exclusively for you!

“Ah, you’re back at last. Come here,” – he beckoned you diligently to sit down, presenting you with a bowl of Gyudon, a beef and rice bowl topped with egg yolk on top. You obeyed, baffled yet in pure awe, while Scaramouche sat opposite you with arms crossed. “Well? Don’t just glare at it. Taste it!”

So you did. “Um, Scara… did you cook this?”

He nodded silently.

“Did you… Add any soy sauce anywhere? Maybe salt or mirin?”

Oh no.

Turns out, cooking is no simple art form. There are careful blends of spices and garnishes that make even the simplest dishes outstanding. And unfortunately for the Ballader, he missed all the steps, underestimating the power of spices that one must add to the beef. He watched you gulp down with a nervous, hesitant smile. You radiated so much encouragement that it ached. Scaramouche said nothing, only sat broodingly still. Nonetheless, he had to remind himself that he was no longer in Tataratsune. The simple folks there often kept rice as a garnish, and many imports of spices never reached the rural islands of Inazuma. He does not have to run barefoot to scavenge for Lavender Melons from wind-worn hills.

He didn’t let that deter him. Little by little, he paid more attention to the spices he had to put in. Never too much, never too little. Noticing your love for rich flavors and blends of textures, The Harbinger challenges the kitchen like an enemy, learning new dishes and methods. When you simply asked him why the sudden hobby, he replied:

“I thought humans liked homecooking. So I hoped one day you’d come… knowing there would be some. Isn’t that where a home is?”

“Oh, Scara,” - your hand found the curve of his back, to which he never leaned away. “I think you’re a quick learner, because you made leaps of progress. And your last dish, the Unagi Chazuke? It was perfect.”

“You don’t have to sugarcoat it, you know?” – he mused whistfully.

“No, I mean it. I think Chazukes are your best. But don’t get discouraged. Inazuman cuisine focuses on subtle blends of saltiness and sweetness, relying on ingredients like rice vinegar, sesame oil, or soy sauce. But Sumeru? Oh, I heard they have all kinds of spices out there!”

You went on and on with unbridled enthusiasm, weaving tales of harra fruits ground into rare, fragrant spices, prized all over Teyvat. Scaramouche listened silently, more in delight at your simple excitement. Perhaps he started to understand why humans focused so much on food. Not out of survival, but as a cultural effort to spend time together, a silent way to stay a little longer. Because whenever he sat down with you over a meal, it felt more than just an indulgence.

Maybe if he ever gets the chance, he should visit Sumeru…?

✧ Pantalone – His coats or clothing after each date

It started by sheer coincidence. One time, the two of you were enjoying a splendid afternoon, when suddenly the wind stirred without warning, bearing the chill of an impending October rain. Caught unprepared without an umbrella, and before the two of you could bid farewell for the day, Pantalone stopped you.

“Wait, honey,” – he deftly unbuttoned his coat, wrapping it around your form from behind and adjusting the fur-lined collar to shield you from the cold. “Here, wear this along the road. If it starts raining, the hood of this coat will keep you spotless.”

You wanted to protest, but when The Harbinger saw you half-swallowed by the voluminous fabric, only your gaze barely peeking through, it demanded every ounce of restraint to maintain his gentlemanly expression. ‘My… my sweetheart! They look utterly precious! Like a bundled burrito!’

Your words of worry slipped past him from one ear to the other – “Ahem. Nonsense, my love. You can keep it for now.”

On another occasion, when he had invited you for a pleasant dinner date at his estate, the atmosphere bloomed with warmth and quiet comfort. The candlelit table was set, as you aided him in arranging the plates and dishes in the dining room. Pantalone, ever at ease in your presence, casually shrugged off his sweater, remaining in a crisp button-up now that the fireplace’s warmth embraced the indoors. However, it wasn’t until you wore his sweater after dinner that he realized he had left it on the sofa, and it piqued your curiosity.

“Ah, if I had a camera on me right now, I would’ve taken a hundred photo shots of you!”

“Sorry, sorry, I can give your sweater back.”

“Not a chance now. Keep it!”

Thus, a habit was formed. Whether by intent or by innocent accident, Pantalone would gladly share with you his wardrobe – be it coats, scarves, his pieces of jewelry, or bigger lounging shirts. You assumed he let you borrow them, like the loving boyfriend that he is. Yet he never asked for them back, even when you suggested taking them off, stating proudly:

“Honey, I have plenty more in my closet. If I were in dire need of taking them back, I could simply purchase tailor-made once more. But I’d rather see you wear them. You look splendid in my clothes.”

It stirred a quiet pride within the Regrator, to be accompanied by his sweetheart in public, and the people recognizing his iconic coat draped over your shoulder. A clear message of who has his heart cupped in their palms, and who he adores beyond reverent adoration.

Yet what truly stole the crown is when you’re together in the comfort of your home, and decide to forgo any garments and simply slip into one of his button-up shirts. He’d find you, re-emerged from the bathroom, looking all cleaned and refreshed, your figure clad in his shirt.

All the blood leaves his head. There is not a single thought in his brain - just the image of you. In bed, his button-up shirt the sole remaining piece covering your figure.

“You know, Pantalone, I must admit - I love the feeling of your clothes. They’re soft and comfortable, yet they carry a whiff of your scent. Thank you for not mind me wearing them. I can give it back if y-... Dear?”

Yep, he’s about to pass out. His beloved is too beautiful.

✧ Tartaglia – Plushies as souvenirs from different regions

The young Harbinger took a deep breath, cracked his knuckles, and stretched his neck. A recent mission in Liyue lay completed behind him, but did that mean he could rest and take a break? No, alas, the battle has only started. And today’s battle is shopping in the busy markets of Liyue in search of gifts and souvenirs.

He often makes a mental list of what presents to bring home to Snezhnaya. New fishing gear for his father, fine garments for his dear sister Tonia, rare tomes for Anthon, and vibrant Liyue kites for little Teucer. His arms often returned so laden with offerings that his family affectionately dubbed him Ded Moroz, or as Teucer would shout in delight upon his arrival: “Father Christmas is back home!”

Nonetheless, despite the massive ordeal of finding appropriate gifts, the task Childe found most effortless is finding you all sorts of figurines and plushies from each region.

Maybe this Rex Lapis dragon plushie? No, you already have a five-foot-tall one at home; no need for another. Perhaps this rotund bird plush, fashioned after some grumpy Liyue adeptus? Oh, but there are also beautiful plushies from Fontaine, resembling Blubberbeasts and otters. Even though the sight of otter plushies gave him a dreadful sense of déjà vu. Truly, there were far too many to choose from.

And knowing Tartaglia, his heart would cave in and purchase all of them for you either way. He would return home triumphant, adding to your ever-growing collection, until your bed became a veritable kingdom of pillowy plush creatures, half of them functioning as pillows all over the house. No matter what your cherished brought, you’d smile in delight at his safe return, but laugh when he proudly presented the chunky blubberbeast plush with a boyish grin.

“Oh, by the way, look! I also bought this,” – he suddenly stated and handed you a masterfully crocheted keychain of a little Sumeru creature. Its stitched smile looking silly.

“Ajax, what is that?” - you chuckled, more amused by the Harbinger’s goofy smile.

“The shopkeeper called it an Aranara. There is a legend in Sumeru that these little wood critters roam the jungles, but are only visible to children who retain their innocent childhood imagination.”

You turned the keychain over in your hands, pondering where best to fasten it. It was charming, like every other token Childe so thoughtfully brought you. Yet truth be told, everyone knows your favourite plushy to cuddle was not the entourage of souvenirs, but the Harbinger who bought them. And in Childe’s mind, that alone was the sweetest victory he could claim.

(Some lovelies kindly asked me if I can add the Harbinger missing in my fanfics. I try to keep those specific characters in my stories, but if you ever see me not include Scara or let's say Childe - it's not because I forgot or dislike them, but because sometime in the process of writing I do not want to repeat the same tropes for all the characters depending on the headcanons :< thank you for reading so far)

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consistantly-changing · 1 day ago

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[Image descriptions in order: a Reddit post titled "AITAH for “training” a guy "like a dog"?" The post says "I (23F) have recently started seeing this guy (26M). he's super pretty, but he's kind of emotionally unavailable and he's alluded to an unstable/unhealthy childhood.

for context, i also work w socializing abused and neglected dogs at a local shelter and i think how much time i spend w the dogs is impacting the way i interact w ppl.

when we were on a date i started subconsciously making mental notes abt him like the notes id make abt a dog. for example, i noticed when we went out to dinner i noticed he ate really quickly and was very anti-sharing (resource guarding) but when i offered to pay and suggested dessert it seemed to make him really happy and a little calmer (food-motivated); he's really particular about his car (territorial/crate aggression); he likes when i pick where we go/what we do (eager to please), etc. so, ive started using the tactics id use on a dog w similar problems.

recently a friend (22F) pointed out that it's weird that i keep peanut M&Ms on me w the specific purpose of offering the guy one when i see him, and offering them again whenever i can tell he feels vulnerable. she said that im being an asshole bc he's a person, not a dog so i shouldn't be “training him like one.”

i don't think that's fair, im not trying to control him or anything, i just want him to feel comfortable w me the same way i need the animals im helping to be comfortable w me. humans and animals aren't THAT diff after all, we all just want to feel safe and cared for. the guy hasn't noticed yet as far as i can tell. the problem is, my “technique” is yielding really positive results.

AITAH? should i stop?"]

[Two screenshots of an update post or edit, which say, "UPDATES/ CLARIFICATIONS

for everyone asking me if i've seen the big bang theory ep w this plotline: i have not

for everyone saying they think i am autistic: probably, yeah. i haven't been tested but maybe i should

i do not have loose m&ms in my pocket bc then they'd get all melty and gross — i keep them in a bag in my purse

ik the title was clickbait-y so i want to make some things clear. i didn't think of it as “training" til my friend said it was like i was training him, and that made me feel weird (and it's why i made the post)

i am not and never have been trying to "modify" behavior. what i noticed in him and what i notice in animals were stress responses. we only get aggressive over our food if we believe someone's gonna take it away. we get defensive over our spaces if we reasonably feel like they'll be violated. applies to both animals and ppl. i was trying to establish trust the way i best know how to lol

if he never shared fries and never wanted to park next to a car w wide doors again, that'd be fine w me tbh. i know he's not a dog, so he's not at risk of being euthanized or something]

["ON TO THE UPDATE PROPER YAY!

so, to all the ppl who told me i should tell him what im doing — you were right and that's what i did. turns out i was VERY WRONG abt him not noticing what i was doing — he apparently put two and two together pretty quickly after i started doing it. he didn't tell me he was on to me tho, bc he liked it and was worried id get embarrassed and stop if i knew that he knew. so we talked it out and it ended up not being a very big deal at all and im probably gonna keep having m&ms bc they're good. that's all i got for yall lol"]

sickens me to my stomach. how dare this guy get to live my dream.

#dogs #training

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16wolke11 · 2 days ago

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Paddock Bunny [1] - LN4

A/N First part of the "Paddock-Bunny" Series. A bit of her backstory and how it all started.

WORDS: 4598

WARNING: NSFW (oral (male and female receiving) / protected sex)

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Stepping into the world of Formula 1 was never the plan I had for my future. Sure, as a young girl, I dreamed of getting into one of the teams as a mechanic, but growing up, I realised that this might not be one of the most realistic dreams I could have. Nevertheless, I worked hard, did everything to become a mechanic, learned at the local karting tracks and somehow stumbled into one of the junior categories, which opened up the door to the racing world for me. At first, it was more of being an intern, doing the work nobody liked to do, but at the same time, I could watch and learn. The boys from Prema became my family on and off track and so I climbed the ladder until I was a permanent member of the F2 crew. I can't deny that it is a stressful job, but it is exactly what I wanted.

At that point, I was happy, didn't think it could get any better, but then I got the offer from Mercedes. I thought someone in the team was joking with me at first, but then I was approached at one of the race weekends and was asked if I would like to see my potential working space. Of course, I accepted the offer and from then on, I was at the top, working with one of the best teams and where I wanted to be when I was a child. But instead of being a valuable member of the team, I needed to find my spot, was designated to simple work until I could prove myself, which is rather difficult when you aren't allowed to do anything.

During this time, I bonded with George, don't even know anymore how that happened, but he pulled me into his friend circle, and I got to know some of the drivers. And from that moment on, I was invited to their after-race weekend parties and other activities more often, making me feel fully welcomed in the world of F1.

Today is nothing different from the last season and currently it is the party of the season opener. The first time the boys showed off their real speed for the season

"What am I going to get for my first win?" Lando suddenly asks me, head slightly tilting to the side, before he takes a sip from his drink, eyes still firmly on me. That's a sudden change of the conversation and I lift one of my eyebrows before answering him.

"Probably a lot of money." I am sure he will get a bonus from the team and maybe even from the sponsors for securing his first win. He probably even gets a bonus for every podium, but the first win will be celebrated in a special way.

Lando clicks his tongue, before shaking his head and then he adds something to his question.

"No, from you."

I frown. why should I get something for his first win? He isn't even driving for the team I am working for. The only ones that would be getting gifts from me are the Mercedes boys, but even they don't get anything. "Why do you think you get something from me?" I ask Lando, because he certainly thought about this before.

"Because it is a special occasion." He states, takes another sip of his drink and I squint my eyes at him.

"More special than your birthday?" I ask back, because I never gifted him anything for his birthday before. A day people tend to see as a special one, but it seems like Lando thinks that there are better days than the day he was born on. He nods fondly but quickly stops and needs to hold himself up on the wall. Seems like that had made him dizzy. A soft smile appears on my lips, and I am almost sure he will be either embarrassed about this conversation by tomorrow or forget it completely.

"Can I wish for something?" Lando then asks and I don't think much of it when I give him the permission.

"Go for it."

Lando hesitates and I almost think he needs to decide on a wish first, that he didn't, though I would allow him one, but then he leans closer, voice barely above a whisper. "One night with you." My heart stops and I almost hope I heard him wrong over the bass of the music, even though deep down I know that this is exactly what he asked for.

"Lando..." I Mutter knowing he wanted this for so long. There were no feelings between us, besides just attraction, no butterflies, no feelings and nothing that should be exclusive. We both have been in a relationship since we met, but every time we are both single, Lando shoots his shot for a hook up.

I declined every single time.

"Please?" Lando looks at me and gives me the perfect puppy eyes only he can make, and I feel my walls crumble. Usually I would say no, telling him I can't just hook up with a driver, and especially not one from a rival team, but maybe a little bit of fun wouldn't hurt anyone? I take a deep breath, making a decision, but I add a condition.

"Fine, if you get your first win in the next five races, you get me as a price." I tell Lando and his eyes light up. It's a hard limit I set for him, but Lando was fast late season, he might manage to get his win and if not, no harm is done.

"Deal." He holds out his hand for me to shake and we seal the deal with it, before continuing the party as if nothing happened.

In the next races, Lando is close to getting his first win, but even though he is on the podium, the top step isn't reserved for him yet. Race-Weekend number six comes up, Miami is Lando's last chance to fulfil his half of the deal, not that I'm keeping track of that. But in his last attempt, he managed to get the first-place trophy.

"Lando Norris crosses the line and claims his first ever victory in Formula 1." Cheers erupt all over the track and I can't hold back a soft smile. Looks like he finally did it. I am proud of him and want to go over to Lewis' car to put the coolers on, until one thought comes to my mind.

The deal we have...Tonight was the sixth race of the season, meaning that Lando managed to take his maiden victory on the last opportunity for him to claim me as a prize.

"This is going to be a long night." I sigh, before finally stepping to Lewis' car, eyes on the podium sitters, while working on it. It does take me a while before I can even try to search for Lando and congratulate him, but after what feels like hours, I finally meet him.

"Congrats, race winner!" I hug Lando tightly and he even lifts me in the air, before setting me down on the ground again.

"Thank you!" He grins, but has no time to continue chatting, because he is called over by his press officer.

"Come to party with us tonight?" Lando asks me, while already walking backwards to his PR.

"Sure." I accept and already know he is going to get so wasted tonight. But who would judge him? He waited long enough for this win with countless P2 and nearly there situations.

"You made it!" Lando grins, flinging his arm around my shoulders to pull me into a hug. He smells like alcohol, what could still be the champagne sticking to his curls, or the one he is consuming.

"Of course I did." I say, it is rare that I don't make it to a party I was invited to. Only if it was a tough day, I am not feeling well or have to catch an early flight back home.

"Don't drink too much, I want you to last tonight." I whisper into Lando's ear when he takes another sip from his drink, and he tenses up.

"What?" He asks, eyebrows furrowed, like he has no idea what I am talking about and my heart sinks. Has he forgotten the deal we made?

"Your gift?" I remind him and suddenly there is a wide grin on Lando's lips. Looks like he didn't forget what we decided during the party after the first race of the season.

"You still remember?" He asks, tilting his head, a cheeky smile on his lips. I wasn't drunk that night, so there was rarely a chance that I was going to forget our deal.

"Of course, we made a deal." I tell him, and suddenly Lando doesn't look so cheerful anymore. He steps closer and drops his voice, not like anyone could hear us anyway.

"And you still want that?" Lando asks, trying to figure out if I am just here because we made that deal or if I am here because I really want it. It sweet that he seeks consent, and I am sure that I made the right choice by giving him what he wishes for.

"I wouldn't be here if not." I say honest and Lando gulps at my words.

"Fuck." He mutters, wants to say something else, but then someone calls his name. Lando apologizes and disappears, but I can't be mad at him. He just won his first race, of course, everyone wants to party with him.

I don't see Lando for at least an hour, spending time with other people in the meantime, only sipping on a drink or two to stay sober enough. Hopefully, Lando will do the same, because I don't want to share the night with an intoxicated Lando. That's probably not what he wants either. When I meet Lando again, the smell of liquor on him is strong, but he doesn't seem to be drunk. Maybe he drank a water or two between his drinks to sober up a bit.

"Do you want to kiss as bad as I do?" Lando suddenly speaks up, arm wrapped around my waist, fingers drawing circles on my skin after he slipped them under my shirt. I chuckle softly, not feeling the immediate urge to kiss Lando in public, but I can't deny that he looks hot. Curl tamed by a backwards cap, body covered by a tight shirt, leaving little to my imagination, but still, we are in public.

"We can leave if you want?" I offer Lando and his eyes light up.

"Yes please." He says, ditching his glass on the next table, before leading me out of the club. We don't say goodbye to anyone, not that it would be their business that we are leaving together. And most of them are probably too drunk to notice either that we aren't there anymore.

We make our way to Lando's hotel, keeping the touches to a limit until we reach the closed doors of his room. I look at Lando, see his eyes flicker to my lips and before he can move, I stand on my tiptoes to kiss him. Lips crashing down on each other, bodies melting to get as close as possible and hands start to wander.

I whimper softly when his hands knead my ass, and I try to get even closer to him. Hands wandering over his back, dipping under his shirt, feeling the muscles move under my fingertips. Lando lets his lips wander, trails them down my neck to nip on the skin, making me lull my head to the side. My fingers dig into his skin when he sinks his teeth into the skin over my pulse to softly suck a small mark into the skin. I can feel Lando's fingers grab the hem of my shirt, but then he pulls his head back, looking into my eyes.

"I need you to give me consent, okay?" Lando asks me and a soft smile comes onto my lips. This is really cute of him. I give him a nod, but Lando shakes his head, not accepting this as an answer.

"Words, I need to hear you say it." He tells me and I need to gulp before answering.

"I want it." This is the truth, no matter how much Lando wanted this, I also want to share the night with him, feel his body on mine and experience the lust with him.

"Good." Lando mutters, connecting our lips for a short kiss, before he pulls my shirt over my head. I don't wait long to tug on his shirt as well, fingers roaming over the warm skin, sending shivers down his spine. Without waiting for Lando, I wiggle out of my jeans, before I take a step back, feeling Lando's eyes linger on my body, especially being focused on my underwear.

"Do you like it?" I ask him, twirl around before I look at him again. The papaya coloured lace covers my breast, panties barely existing, but matching in the same colour. "Got them just for you." I tell him, which is the truth. After the deal, I went shopping for a pretty set of lingerie and when my eyes caught sight of this colour, I had to get them.

"You are going to be the death of me." Lando groans, tipping his head back for a moment, before stepping close to me again. Fingers hovering over my skin, barely touching it, sending shivers down my spine. As much as I want him to rail me, put his fingers, tongue and cock into me, this night is about him. About his race, about his pleasure, about a reward for him being the best on track.

"Sit down." I instruct Lando, pointing to the bed and he listens. Walks the few steps to the bed, before sitting down on the edge, waiting for me to come over. Standing in front of him, I tangle my hands into his hair, kiss his lips, once, twice, before pulling back again. Lando places his hands on my hips, trying to get me onto his lap, but I resist his grip, tipping my head beside his ear to whisper into it.

"You won the race, you get all the attention."

Then I drop to my knees, looking up at Lando, whose eyes just got darker, pupils so dilated that they almost seem black. Fingers opening up his trousers and Lando lifts his hips to help me pull them down. He is fully hard by now, tip already leaking and I lick over my lower lip, before taking his length into my hand.

His skin is warm under my fingers, and I make sure to keep looking at Lando's face, trying to figure out which movements he likes the most. Teasing the tip with my fingers makes his head fall back and a low groan escapes his lips. His fingers are tangled into the bedsheet under him and when he bucks his hips up for the first time, I take my hand off him.

Lando whines softly, hand searching for me to get me back in contact and I let him lead my head to his cock. Opening up my mouth to take him, sinking his length into my mouth and being held in place for a moment by Lando's grip in my hair.

Then he softens his pressure a bit and I can move freely, bobbing my head up and down, creating a rhythm while listening to Lando's quickening breathing pattern. My hands are placed on his thighs to hold me steady while I do my best to give Lando as much pleasure as I can. Tongue swirling around his tip, before softly sucking at it makes him groan and moan, hips bucking up to my mouth, grip in my hair is getting tighter and then the first words of praise leave his lips.

"Just like that." Lando tells me and I moan around his cock, sending a shockwave of pleasure through his body. He pushes me down on his length, tip nudging my throat and I dig my fingernails into his thighs, making him groan even louder. I continue bobbing my head up and down when Lando softens his grip again, but when I bring my tongue back to his tip, he pulls my abruptly off his cock.

"Stop, stop." He paints, fingers tangled in my hair, keeping my head up. I lick over my lips, still tasting the salty precum on them, before I look up to Lando.

"If you keep going, I am going to come," Lando mutters, hands pulling out of my hair, before letting his thumb brush over my cheek. I tilt my head slightly to the side, not seeing the problem in sucking him off until he comes into my mouth.

"We have all night." I tell him that there is no rush, that he can come as often as he would like to and that we don't have to stop after the first time. Having nowhere to be until the plane takes off the next day. No matter whether I can walk or not.

"But I am not patient." Lando tells me and before I can even blink, he takes me under the arms and throws me onto the bed. I just blink, not even having time to really react when his lips come crashing down on mine. Moaning into his mouth, I curl my body into his, trying to get most of his touch. I wrap one of my legs around his hips, pushing him down between my legs, feeling his cock brush against my already wet panties.

Lando's hands wander behind my back, opening the bra with ease, before flicking it off my body. His lips leave mine and trail over my skin. Visiting the mark on my neck again, before he wanders lower. Meeting my collarbone, grazing his teeth over the thin skin and then dipping lower again. Hands slotted beside my body to keep himself up, when his lips come in contact with my breast.

A soft moan leaves my lips when his tongue meets the soft pearl of my nipple, swirling around it, before he gives it a soft suck with his lips. I arch my body to get even more out of his touch, fingers gripping his curls to keep his mouth on my breast, only to whimper when he scratches them carefully with his teeth. Grinding my hips upwards desperately, I search for more of this pleasure and Lando groans softly against my skin.

With a soft pop, he lets go of my breast, lips wandering south again. Tongue dipping into my belly button, until he is at the hem of the papaya coloured panties. He bites into the lace to pull it down my body, only using his hands when he gets stuck, before he sits up on the bed. Lando takes my ankles in his hands to prop my legs up, opening me up for him. His fingers dip between my folds just once, before a sigh leaves his lips.

"You're so wet." Lando mutters, eyes locking with mine when he licks his fingers, only to groan softly. My eyes widen at the sigh, not knowing that something simple could look so hot. Just when Lando takes the base of his cock and wants to lead himself to my entrance I come to my sense again.

"Condom?" I ask him and Lando arches an eyebrow like he is asking if I really asked this question right now.

"Really?"

"Yep." I nod, ready to end all of this just because he isn't willing to wrap himself in a condom. Even though I am on birth control, I don't want to risk anything regarding the fact that I don't know if he is clean.

"Fiiiine." Lando whines, but waddles to his luggage to get one out of it. He takes his place between my legs again, rolling the condom down his length, before looking back at me again.

"Still okay with this?" He asks, fingers trailing over my tight and I really like that he still asks for consent even though we are so deep into it by now.

"Now I am." I tell him, because him wearing protection is the last thing I need to be okay with this thing.

"Good." Lando grins, dips down to kiss me, before bringing himself into position. Fingers curled around the base of his cock to guide it between my folds. Nudging it against my clit, makes me whimper, before Lando pushes in with one smooth movement of his hips.

"Fuck Lando!" I moan, clenching around him without being able to stop myself while my body tries to adjust to the feeling. It feels like a pleasant stretch, it doesn't hurt, but I do feel the fact that I haven't gotten laid in a while. Lando plants his elbows beside my head, body covering mine, while he glides even deeper.

"Say it again." He commands, referring to me moaning his name. My finger digs into his back and I am only able to whimper when his hips snap into mine. He almost pulls them back completely, before shoving his length back in again. I am still adjusting to his size while the pleasure is already taking over my body.

"Lando." I whimper his name again, making him groan and bottom me out again. Wrapping my legs around his hips, I try to change the angle of his thrust, trying to make it easier for me to take, but he only slides in deeper.

"Again." Lando pants, picking up the pace. Not taking long and deep thrusts, but rather quick, sharp snaps of his hip, making his tip nudge my G-spot over and over again. I can feel the burning feeling of pleasure in my lower abdomen, but it is building up way too quickly.

"Fuck, slower." I whine against Lando's skin, teeth digging into his shoulder to muffle my sounds. His skin tastes salty under my tongue and I throw my head back when he is hitting his target over and over again. I clench around Lando, making him groan, before burying his head in my neck.

"You feel so good." He whispers, keeps thrusting, making the bed thump against the wall with every sharp snap of his hips. My whimpers get high-pitched, and I know that I am close, body arching into Lando's and I am ready to let go, let him use me over and over again, when Lando suddenly pulls out.

"No, Lando." I can feel the tears prickle in my eyes, and I try to reach for him, but he is shuffling back on the bed. "Shhh." Lando hushes me, before dipping his head between my thighs. Hands holding them apart while his tongue parts my folds.

"Oh god." I cry out and tilt my hips upwards to meet his tongue, fingers getting tangled in his hair to keep him close. Lando chuckles against my skin, sending vibrations through my clit, making me want to close my tights around his head, but Lando keeps them firmly open.

He draws shapes with his tongue on my clit, sucking the most sensitive part of my body between his lips only to make me whimper and moan his name over and over again. I clench around nothing but air, slick dripping out of me, staining the bedsheets while Lando keeps lapping over my clit.

"I'm..." I just manage to whimper, before a strangled moan leaves my lips, hips bucking upwards to keep close to Lando's mouth when the orgasm crashes down on me. My thighs shake under his hands and finally, Lando allows me to close them while he breathes soft kisses onto my lower abdomen. I try to take a deep breath in an attempt to calm my body down, but it is barely working. Keeping my eyes closed while Lando keeps peppering kisses onto my body, wandering up, until he reaches my lips.

"Can I continue?" He asks me and I manage to open my eyes, seeing the desperate look in his and I nod, letting him help me sit up. My thighs feel damp, but I don't care; this is something I can fix later, when we are finished.

"Yes, but be careful." I ask him to and Lando smiles softly at me. He helps me into a different position, on my hands and knees and even though my legs are shaking slightly, I manage to stay like that. Lando nudges my legs apart, before bringing his cock back between my thighs.

"Shit." I whimper when he pushes in, still sensitive from that high, but Lando is careful as I asked him to. Staying still until the clenching has calmed down a bit, before he slowly starts moving his hips. His thrust is slow and deep, exactly what I need right now. My fingers dig into the duvet under me and my body moves on its own, meeting Lando's thrust with eager movements like it is not totally exhausted.

"That's it, love." Lando praises me softly, fingers holding onto my hips, while he keeps his pace. Pulling his hips back, tip staying inside of me, before pushing back in until his cock is fully buried inside of me. From time to time, he lets his tip slip out as well, nudging it against my clit, sending shivers down my spine, before gliding back into me.

"You're so tight around me." Lando huffs, grip around my hips tightening and then he does pick up his pace a little bit. I wince at the stimulation and need to drop my upper body to the mattress before my arms give in. Changing the angle, making Lando's length slide against my g-spot again and I tighten up even more for him. His groaning and I am sure his fingers will leave marks on my skin by how hard he presses them into my skin.

I can feel him throb inside of me, and just when I think he can't do anything else to heighten my pleasure, his fingers dip between my legs. Finding my throbbing clit easily to roll it between his fingertips, makes me scream out his name again and with a mix of profanities on his lips Lando spills into the condom, riding out his high while I clench my second orgasm around him.

My body shivers when he pulls out and I need to suppress a little whine. Maybe going all night was a strong take from me at the beginning of this round. I feel tired, but I let Lando turn me around and then clean my tights. It would probably be better to shower; we both are covered in sweat, but right now, neither of us wants to move.

"Are you okay?" Lando asks, fingers trailing over my side.

"Hm, tired." I tell him, eyes already fluttering close.

"You can sleep here if you want to." He offers me and I didn't plan to do anything else but that.

"Will do."

Just when I want to try to fall asleep, one last thought comes to my mind. „Lando?"

"Yes?" He hums and I lift my head to look at him.

"Just don't tell anyone about this, I don't need everyone to know we fucked." That wouldn't be ideal if any of the bosses figured out that I slept with one of the rival drivers.

"Okay."

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arcane-vagabond · 2 days ago

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Stranger Like Me: Prologue

Pairing: Dr. Jack Abbot x Reader

Summary: From a young age, the animal kingdom had fascinated you, and maybe that's why you chose to pursue that passion. You quickly became a force within the field, becoming the leading expert on ape social structures, which is how you found yourself on an expedition into the African jungles searching for a troop of gorillas. What you weren't expecting, however, was to run into the local wild man on one of your excursions... (Tarzan!AU)

Content Warnings: Talk of loneliness, Inaccurate scientific descriptions and terminology, Flirty Frank, Allusions to loss of parents, Talk of reintegrating someone into society. I think that's it, but please let me know if I missed something!

Word Count: 1,389

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You had a running theory that there were two types of people in this world: plant people and animal people. You? You were most definitely an animal person. Growing up, you visited the zoo frequently, the employees practically knowing you by name. You did your best to memorize as many facts as you could about the different animals in each exhibit, knowing from an early age that you wanted to work with animals for the rest of your life.

You’d spend hours at the primate exhibits, watching the way the different apes and monkeys interact with each other, and you wished you could fast forward to the moment where you got to study it day in and day out.

So, you worked hard, graduating high school with honors before moving on to study zoology in undergrad, and then skipping straight to your doctorate program after that. It had been a long, grueling road that left little time for much else, but it was your passion, and once you had been greeted with the title of “doctor,” you knew it had all been worth it.

That didn’t stop your bouts of loneliness though. While your friends all went out to party, you were usually found with your nose buried in a book. And it wasn’t like you wanted to go out partying, but it still hurt when your friends stopped asking.

And then there was Frank Langdon, your handsome best friend of several years who knew he looked good and never failed to own it. The two of you had met in the early days of undergrad, having been partnered up in a biology lab, and you had hit it off immediately. Jake wasn’t interested in primates, his focus turned towards botany of all things, but he loved to tease you about your love of great apes.

“A cute girl like you studying monkeys?” He had chuckled with a shake of his head, bright, blue eyes glimmering with mischief. “You must have had a wild fascination with Boots the monkey, huh?”

“First of all, peabrain,” you scowled at him, fighting back the smile that threatened to take over your face as his jaw dropped, “I study apes, not monkeys. Second of all, my fascination with Boots is none of your business.”

“Whatever you say, Boots.”

And the nickname had stuck. It followed you through undergrad and all the way through to your now budding career as one of the leading researchers in gorilla social structures. Which is also how you found yourself invited to the North Island Research Camp in the Republic of the Congo.

The camp wasn’t some grand research center, but it was well respected amongst the scientific community for gathering the most up-to-date research and hands-on experiences between researchers and local fauna. The camp was run by Dr. Michael Robinavitch and Dana Evans, both legends within the field and rarely opening up their camp to other researchers. You had been thrilled to receive the invitation, and even more thrilled when you found out that Frank had also received an invitation to the camp to continue his research on tropical plants.

The two of you had made plans to fly out of New York at the same time, even choosing to stay at his place the night before your flight.

“The early bird gets the worm, Boots!” He chirped, loading up the trunk of the Uber with your luggage. How he was so cheerful at three in the morning was beyond you.

“I don’t even think the worms are awake,” you had muttered, earning a snicker.

The flight to your destination was uneventful, choosing to catch up on some of your reading as well as sleep for the majority of the flight. The two of you were greeted by a timid, young man once you departed the plane, his demeanor relaxed but his face shy as he helped you with your bags.

“I’m Dennis,” he said, loading the back of his jeep with your belongings. “You can just call me Whitaker, though. Everyone else does. I’m helping out Robby and Dana with their research. The other researchers are already at the camp. They got here about a month ago.”

“Robby?” You asked him, hopping into the front seat of the car as Frank clambered into the back.

“Yeah,” Whitaker nodded, already making his way through the city and towards the jungle. “Dr. Robinavitch prefers it if you call him that, actually. Says it saves time, though I don’t know if you can really waste time out here.”

“Who’re the other researchers?” Frank asked, eyes scanning the crowds of people as the jeep zoomed towards the edge of the city.

“Yeah, uh,” Whitaker stuttered, narrowly veering out of the way of a cart. “There’s, uh, Victoria Javadi. Her research focuses on ants and their effect on nutrient cycling and seed dispersal. Then you have Trinity Santos who’s doing research on the impact of big game hunters on the ecosystem. Then we have Melissa King and her research into termite colonies.”

“Mel’s gonna be there?” Frank asked, leaning forward with a grin. You rolled your eyes at him. Mel and Frank almost went as far back as you two did, having first met in a chemistry course his junior year and her freshman of college. While you and Frank had gone to the same university for your doctorate programs, Mel had ventured elsewhere, making a name for herself within the world of entomology. The two together were almost insufferable.

“You two better behave,” you groused, settling into your seat with a glare in his direction.

“Boots,” he gasped, placing a hand over his heart in faux hurt, “I am absolutely shocked that you think we would be anything other than complete professionals.”

“Don’t give me that crap,” you snapped, turning to face Bob who glanced at you two wearily. “Those two are going to be a nightmare, I’m just warning you now.”

“I’m almost afraid to ask,” he chuckled.

The three of you settled into a comfortable conversation as Whitaker continued to drive towards the camp, the jungle becoming denser the longer he went. Soon, the sun was hidden behind the canopy, and you got the sense that you were truly in the wild.

“Are you sure about this, Dana,” Robby hummed, hands clasped firmly in front of him as he eyed his fellow researcher. Dana spared him a smile, running a hand through her hair as she sat on the bench opposite her companion.

“He’s been on his own for decades, Robby,” Dana grimaced, glancing into the trees. “He deserves to know companionship beyond just us.”

“He has Whitaker.”

“He deserves more than just three other people in his life,” she amended, rolling her eyes. “We’re lucky we found him when we did, otherwise I’m not sure he would have survived much longer on his own. Besides, he’s growing more and more curious, and I think it’ll be good for him to meet new people. Let him learn about the world.”

Robby hummed at that. Of course, Dana had a point. They couldn’t keep the man isolated for forever. He was already butting heads more and more with the troop leader and spending more nights in the observation tower as a result. It also wasn’t like Robby wanted to keep him isolated for selfish reasons. No, quite the opposite in fact. The man had spent most of his life right there in the jungle, never having contact with another human being until the two researchers had opened up the research camp once more twenty five years before.

And that’s what had Robby so apprehensive. The man had little to no experience with humans, and what he did have was from the time spent with the two researchers who weren’t exactly the greatest of company at the best of times. How would he react to a camp full of people younger than him? Would it be too much?

“Jack is smart, Robby,” Dana continued, knocking her knuckles against the table. “He’s already been asking questions about the people in the movies and photos he sees. He wants to know about the outside world. Let’s let him have that chance.”

Robby didn’t answer. Instead, he sighed, leaning back in his chair. This would be good for Jack. It had to be.

A/N: posted this today as a treat for @baezen my beloved lol Let’s see if it’s as popular this time as it was with the TGM fandom…

As always, reblogs and comments are greatly appreciated. I no longer do taglists, so if you would like to be notified on when I post, please follow my sideblog ( @arcanevagabond-library ) and turn on post notifications! You can find me and my works on AO3 under the username arcane_vagabond. Until next time!

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punksyeet · 2 days ago

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- Heart And Sole ❥

Plot: Do you believe in love at first sight? Well, evidently, these two sneaker-heads do.

Warnings: Hefty flirting & fluff!

A/N: here’s a little fic i came up with inspired by jey’s sneaker shopping video with complex! i did indeed lose motivation halfway through so it’s not my best work, but i hope you enjoy anyway! 🥲🖤

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“Where to next?” my best friend Trinity asks, throwing a shopping bag over her shoulder as we exit Victoria’s Secret.

I pucker my lips to the side, looking around at the stores included in our local strip mall.

To the left? TJ Maxx.

To the right? Macys.

Across the street? Target.

Diagonal towards the left? Chick-Fil-A.

And finally, I find it. The motherland. Nike.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see her follow my gaze and immediately shake her head.

“I should’ve known,” she teases, placing a hand on her hip.

I roll my eyes and nudge her playfully. “Triiiin! It’s been two months since my last pair of Jordans. That has to be a new record, no?”

She chuckles, shaking her head some more and holding out her hand. “Cmon. Before you pass out on me.”

I give her a wide smile and take it before crossing the street.

Once we reach the sidewalk, her eyes light up.

“I’m gonna look into some colognes for Jerdy’s birthday,” she announces, nodding towards the fragrance store a couple buildings down. “I’ll catch up with you later?”

I nod and we share a quick hug before going our separate ways.

The refreshing scent of fresh leather and shoe cleaner takes over my nostrils, as I walk in and immediately scan the front of the store.

“Welcome in,” a deep and raspy voice greets me, alongsithe sound of sneakers squeaking against the newly polished floors.

I look over and drool damn near pours out of my mouth.

Stood before me is a gorgeous guy.

Caramel toned skin, stunning chocolate brown eyes, a perfectly round nose, pillow-soft-looking full lips, and a well-trimmed salt & pepper beard.

As for his clothes? The man can dress.

A zip-up black wind runner Nike hoodie, matching sweatpants, white air forces with matching high socks, a snug black beanie placed neatly atop his neck-length curls, and some gold jewelry on his wrist and earlobes to top it off.

I’m pulled away from my daydreaming when he clears his throat.

“Ma’am? You good?”

“H-hey!” I reply, my voice a little too high pitched. I clear my throat and fix it before talking again. “Sorry, yes, I’m alright. T-Thank you.”

He gives me a warm smile and slides his hands into his pockets. “Good, good. Can I help you find anythin’ today?”

I begin scanning the store again, shaking my head casually. “I don’t think so. I’m just looking for now.”

He nods again. “Aight, no worries. If you need me, the names Josh.”

Josh.

I smile sweetly. “Noted, thanks again.”

“Of course, honey.”

I don’t know if I damn near drop dead more in reaction to the nickname or the smile he gives me in return, before heading to the back right corner of the store.

Once I’m out of sight, I immediately pull out my phone and text Trin.

Gigi 💗: BITCH

Gigi 💗: SOS

Gigi 💗: TRINITYYYY

trin 💚: Bitch you better be dead or dying 😐

Gigi 💗: honestly….

trin 💚: WHATT???

Gigi 💗: 😭🤣

Gigi 💗: girl this nike employee is fine as SHITTT

Gigi 💗: i damn near passed out once i laid eyes on him 🫦

trin 💚: GIRLLLLL 👀

trin 💚: You better spill EVERYTHING later 🍿

Gigi 💗: not the popcorn 😭😭

trin 💚: 🤣🤣 Good luck!!

Smiling and shaking my head, I slide my phone back into my jacket pocket and start browsing, checking out the dunk lows section first.

A few pairs catch my eye and, as I’m reaching for one of them, the same voice from earlier makes me jump out of my skin.

“How’s your browsing going, lil mama?”

This man and his nicknames.

“It’s going,” I reply, looking back down at the sneaker and tilting it towards the light.

He chuckles, nodding. “Good, good.”

I smile and sit down, sliding out of my own shoe and unlacing the new one to try on.

He watches me amusingly, arms sat across his broad chest.

Completely aware that those gorgeous brown eyes are watching my every move, my fingers betray me, uncontrollably trembling and making me look clueless in front of him.

“Here baby,” he says, kneeling down in front of me and taking the sneaker. “Lemme help you with that.”

I take a deep breath, watching his long and thick fingers go to work on the laces. “T-thanks, Josh.”

He gives me a warm smile, stretching out the sides of the shoe. “No problem. Dunks can be tricky sometimes.”

He gently lifts my ankle and places the shoe on me, as if we’re Prince Charming and Cinderella.

“How does it feel?” he asks, placing my leg down once the laces are tied, making sure to leave his hand on my knee for just a few seconds too long.

I stand up and begin to walk around, making sure to include walking by the mirror to see how they look. “Really comfy, actually.”

He smiles, sliding his hands into his sweatpants pockets. “Good. They look real pretty on you too, baby.”

“Thank you,” I reply sweetly and softly, my cheeks immediately becoming hot to the touch.

He nods, taking the shoe and placing it back into it’s box with the second one. “Did anything else catch your pretty lil eye?”

God, this man is such a flirt.

Doing my best to ignore the butterflies going buck wild in my stomach, I pucker my lips to the side and scan the shelves once more.

“Nah I don’t think so,” I reply, shaking my head and looking back at him. “Just those will do.”

He nods, placing the box in one arm. “Aight, perfect. They’ll take care of you up front, honey.”

I smile and thank him sweetly before sitting back down to put my shoe back on.

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** Josh’s POV **

“Sup, uce?” I greet my co-worker, Mike, at the cashier counter.

He looks up from his phone and nods his head, sliding it back into his pocket when he sees me. “Sup, man?”

I place down a box of sneakers that a real pretty customer just chose onto the counter.

“A customer is gonna come up here and try to buy these,” I explain, reaching into my pocket for my wallet. “But I’m gonna take care of ‘em for her.”

A smirk grows on his face. “Do I sense a little crush, uce?”

I roll my eyes playfully. “Sumn like that. Just hurry up before she gets here.”

He chuckles and rings me up quickly.

I thank him and stand off to the side, trying to look as nonchalant as possible.

A few moments later, the sound of light footsteps causes me to look up from my phone.

“Hey there,” Mike greets her once she reaches the counter. “Just these right?”

She nods in reply. “Yep, just these today.��

“Alright, perfect. You’re all set.”

She tilts her head to the side and lets out what seems like a nervous, but ends up being adorable, laugh. “I-I’m all set? I…I’m sorry, I don’t think so. I haven’t paid yet.”

“Oh no need,” Mike replies, nodding towards me. “I believe a friend took care of you.”

She slowly turns to me with a look of confusion, and I meet her gaze with a warm smile.

“Thanks for stopping in,” I tease playfully, sliding my hands into my pockets.

She lets out a breathless chuckle and takes a few steps closer, allowing Mike to head to an aisle to help out a customer.

“You really didn’t have to,” she begins, placing the shopping bag over her shoulder.

I slide my lower lip in between my teeth and reach out to stroke her arm. “I know. But a beautiful lady like you paying don’t seem right.”

She crosses her arms sucking her teeth playfully. “Well, I appreciate it. Thank you.”

“Anytime, baby,” I reply. “You have a good one, aight?”

“You too,” she replies, nodding softly.

And it’s the next thing she does that takes me completely by surprise.

Standing on her tippy toes, she gently cups my face with her free hand and places a gentle kiss on my cheek.

My breath hitches as she flashes me yet another gorgeous smile before heading out of the store.

Oh I’m fucked.

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** Gianna’s POV **

“You did WHAT?” Trin practically screams through the other end of the line.

I groan, flopping down on the couch. “Girl, I don’t know what I was thinking! It was in the heat of the moment!”

She groans and pinches the bridge of her nose. “And you didn’t get his instagram? Number? Anything?”

I shake my head, gently biting the freshly manicured nail on my index finger.

She sighs and begins cutting vegetables. “Girl, we gotta get you back there. Like tomorrow.”

I nod in agreement. “We will. I’ll see him again. I just have to.”

A soft smile appears on her face and silence takes over for a bit before she speaks up again. “Anyway, show me the shoes you got.”

As if on cue, I immediately grab the sneaker box from next to me on the couch and open it.

And then, my heart drops.

“Trin,” I call out quietly, staring at a piece of bright yellow paper neatly tucked under one of the sneakers.

She looks up from chopping and a look of concern immediately comes across her face. “Bitch, are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”

I pick up the paper and hold it in front of the camera, resulting in her absolutely losing it.

Written on the tiny post-it note, is a phone number.

One that, I can only imagine, belongs to him. Josh.

“Bitch if you don’t text him right now!” she demands, pointing her knife at the screen.

I take a deep breath before sliding out of the FaceTime tab and opening the iMessage app to start a new conversation.

I enter his number and watch as the blue line fades in and out, my brain completely shutting down by the second.

“What the fuck do I say?” I ask, subtle panic taking over me.

She thinks for a minute. “Well, hi would be a good start.”

“Right right,” I reply, beginning to type. “Should I add a smiley face or is that corny?”

She giggles and goes back to cutting, as my thumbs get to work.

Gianna (Maybe): heyy it’s gianna from nike earlier :)

Almost immediately, three little dots inside a bubble pop up and a response comes through.

josh 🫦: Hey love

josh 🫦: I was worried you didn’t see the paper

“What’s he saying?!” Trin asks excitedly, popping a piece of bell pepper into her mouth.

I giggle and share my screen, before locking back in and thinking of a response.

Gianna ❤️: my bad i just got home lol

Gianna ❤️: i just wanted to thank you again for what you did today 🫶🏽

josh 🫦: Anytime beautiful ❤️

“You guys are so cute already!” Trin gushes, her voice super high pitched and squeaky.

“Bitch get off my phone,” I tease, rolling my eyes playfully.

She bursts into laughter and blows a kiss then hangs up, the sound of the call ending echoing throughout my living room.

After a few more messages back and forth with Josh, I get an Instagram notification that instantly grabs my attention.

uceyjucey has followed you!

I immediately take a screenshot of his most recent post and send it to Trin.

Gigi 💗: Attachment: 1 image

Gigi 💗: LOOK AT HIMMMM 🫦

trin 💚: Bitch is that my brother in law- 🧍🏽‍♀️

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dannydoesthisthing27 · 3 days ago

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Angel headcanons and how I think they acted/felt in (almost?) Every audio

Angel that never felt like they did enough growing up even though they did so much more than any child/teenager should be expected to

Angel that was working 2 jobs and had a younger sibling at home they needed to take care of (their parents were around but were unreliable and had reactive personalities)

Angel that hit their growth spurt in early high school, resulting in them being taller than most of their peers

Angel who wanted to pursue an art degree but was told it would never lead them anywhere, so they studied medicine when they went to college

Angel who spent most of their life walking on eggshells when it came to anything serious (especially friendships and relationships. They're bold on the outside but keep their real feelings locked down)

Angel that tried to make themselves seem smaller for a long time because they didn't want to intimidate their friends

Angels who's first serious relationship was with Micheal. He wasn't bad to them persay, but he didn't set a great baseline for their standards

Angel who was so sad they had to leave their cat behind, but they knew at the time it was the best decision because they wouldn't be able to care for her

Angel who moved into a 2 bedroom flat and experienced real independence for the first time

Angel who noticed a guy at the grocery store staring at them and couldn't help being a little intimidated, even if he was only an inch or two taller than them....and was covered in muscle...and a tight shi- groceries they're getting groceries

Angel that went to a local park to see the stray dogs and cats that hand around and give them some food. Just to notice someone who looked eerily similar to thar guy from the store, but surely it was just coincidence or they live in the same area...right?

Angel who saw a new sandwich place opened near them recently and decided to try it out

Angel barely getting to choose their table when there's a body in front of them and intense eyes staring them down, it's that man from the grocery store? Questioning why they're stalking him...

Angel that couldn't help snickering at the thought of actually stalking someone and proposing that maybe he was the one stalking them and then inviting him to sit so they could actually talk

Angel that was playing up being sour about losing smash when David said he actually saw a future with them, and all of a sudden, it wasn't just them hoping anymore

Angel who wasn't phased by the fact that magic was real because they'd always believed in some kind of magic even loosely. They believed there was more than what they were seeing when they went to the far side of town (wards)

Angel who wanted to see David's wolf not because they felt like they needed the proof, but because they wanted to give him a way of sharing every part of himself, in the same way they were starting to

Angel that was nervous to ask so close to an anniversary, but did it anyways because they thought it might be a good way to put some emphasis on it

Angel that actually got a little scared when they first saw Davey shift because it almost looked like it should be painful. Their hands shaking when they first reached out to pet him, pausing just before so that he could have space to pull away if he really wanted to

Angel that jumped out of their skin when he shook his head to stop them scratching because they weren't expecting it

Angel who's heart dropped when he accused them of cheating because they never wanted him to think of them like that (their father cheated on their mother once and they swore they would never be like him)

Angel that was more open with everything, even the big stuff, after that moment

Angel who was scared to sleep the first few weeks in their new house, especially when a violent storm woke them up from an already uneasy rest. Them waking up Davey only to immediately regret it because they're a grown adult that should be able to handle it themselves, but then his arms are around them and his legs are over theirs

Angel feeling their heart shatter when their first solstice living together happened and David broke down. Angel that had never seen that side of him and them scared to think that they were the only thing he had to lean on

Angel that held their breath when Davey said his father would've liked them because they couldn't cry yet, not while he was still awake

Angel who knew how to cook, but it'd been so long since they had opportunity to that they wanted to relearn cooking with Davey

Angel that answered the call from Ash because they wanted to say hi, only to be caught off guard by his concern for his friend. Reassuring Asher that he didn't mess up and that Davey really appreciated the jacket

Angel who was thrilled when they finally got Davey to sit down and play minecraft because it was another way to connect with him through something they liked (as opposed to connecting through cooking which was something David liked)

Angel finding out that they like doing yard work with Davey because it gives them both an opportunity to slow down. Angel who bought themselves and Davey matching work gloves and grinning when he smiled at them after they gave the gloves to him

Angel that was having a shitty week at work and wanted to come home one night and just go to bed when Davey pulled them in and asked if they wanted to go swimming with him. Angel who was thinking about a dozen different things at once, never staying on one thought long enough to find a solution. Just letting themselves loop in the thoughts till he pulled them back down into his arms, floating in their pool, joking about the lights he'd picked for the patio

Angel who had to work late almost every night for a week, even the night of the first day Davey had off in weeks. Them frustrated and exaughsted not sure if they wanted to scream, cry, bury their face in his chest(tits) or lap, a mix of all three, or just pass out

Angel letting themselves collapse into his arms and decompress while he plays Destiny 2 and rambles

Angel figuring out that they can actually get him to ramble, despite him saying "I don't ramble. I'm just explaining the game '...' No that is not the same thing you snot, now shut up and lay your head down. Let me hold you"

Angel that was actually excited to go camping for once, surprise themselves because they usually hate stuff like camping. Them listening quietly to Davey recount stories of himself and his dad. Their chest filling with tingling warmth when he asks them to scratch the lottery ticket with him, recognizing that it was something far more special than just a scratcher

Angel waking up a few hours earlier than they usually do so they can call Asher and Milo to make a plan that will force their mate to relax. Them smirking like the cat that caught the cannery when he listens to the voice-mail, only faltering a little bit when they take a second to confirm he's not upset

Angel that took the time to make pancakes (raspberry and chocolate chip his favorite), eggs, bacon, and fresh orange juice, because he deserves to get taken care of too. They secretly love the moments that they get to be the one in control or the one that's providing care

Angel who had one of the worst days of their professional life and coming home only staying in the living area of the house long enough to take off their shoes. They couldn't track mud in David hates mud. They just need to get to the bedroom. They need to calm down. They need to shower. They need to get their smile back on their face, David needs them to be strong. They need to be strong for him

Angel who felt so ashamed of the fact that they were struggling with something like work after everything that he went through. Him telling them that life doesn't stop just because he's struggling and that they're still allowed to come to him when they have a bad day. "You're my mate Angel, you don't need to be anything more than that. Being with me is all I will ever ask of you. I'm never going to ask you to be more than you're ready to be. That wouldn't be fair, and you deserve to feel seen too"

Angel that wasn't expecting Davey to ask them to come meet Gregory Keaton. Angel realizing in that meeting just how much David actually matters in the empowered society, even though it was just a conversation between two alphas. Angel noticing how much Greg respects their mate, and feeling even more proud that they're the one he trusts with everything because of it

Angel who doesn't go to bed without Davey, even if he tells them he'll be late

Angel taking his hoodie from the clothes hamper, since it was just resting on top, and going out to the couch to watch Star Trek till he was back in their arms. Them waking up just enough to notice he was back, but still asleep enough that he needed to rouse them

Angel who hates getting sick because not being able to do the things that are their responsibility makes them incredibly anxious, which is what leads them to still do the dishes when they're sick

Angel letting Davey convince them back to bed without much protest because they really were exaughsted. Crass jokes still falling from their lips as they watched him get changed, a little surprised that he wants to cuddle them when they're sick, when he's so adamantly against cuddles when he's the sick one

Angel that was excited about the smash tournament because it was the first time they'd been able to be around the other mates and shifters since getting engaged (Sweetheart and Sam hype them, baaabe, and their rings up big time)

Angel who loves watching Davey workout for a multitude of reasons, the main one being that they adore how much he loves when they watch him. The other reason is that it actually motivates them to want to workout as well...sometimes...when they're at home...and it's not the crack of dawn...

Angel that never watches scary movies asking Davey if there's any he likes that he thinks would be fun for them to watch. Only to immediately regret this when an hour in he starts messing with them (they're not the only menace in the relationship and get mock offended when David tries to deny that he is, in fact, a menace)

(Audio headcanons/actions angel takes are done now. Below here is just misc headcanons)

Angels lockscreen is a .05 picture of David in his wolf form

Angel hates tight clothes (on the upper half more so they'll suffer through tight pants to make their ass look good)

Angel keeps tampons, pads, pain medication, bandaids, and various other hygene/medical supplies in their bag/car/house as a precaution for anyone that needs it (Davey already had a menstruation crustation(crab shaped basket) in his guest bathroom for the pack members who get periods) so they just added to it

Angel has .05 pictures of all the shifters, but their favorites are the ones of Darlin because they're impossible to make sit still when shifted (unless Sam is present) so all the pictures are blurry or look like Angel was jumping out of the way

Angel and Milo go to lunch together sometimes

Angel bites and pokes David for absolutely no reason they just get affectionately aggressive towards him (he does it to them too)

Angel likes when Davey lays on top of them because they can feel his heartbeat against them, and it let's them know he's there and they're both ok

(I chose not to talk about the inversion or proposal/marriage audios because those are topics that I don't have a good way of explaining how Angel felt during them. There's just a lot more going on than just them and David or them and the other pack members, and I don't think I could properly single their emotions out)

#this got way longer than i meant it to (i think i spent almost 3 hours total writing 😭)#i love angel though #theyre one of my favorite listeners #they just have this way of being confident without being cocky and theyre still sweet/silly but capable of having serious conversations #also i should mention in my head angel is 6'2 amab nonbinary androgynous presenting #and theyre jacked #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redactedverse #redacted fandom #redacted angel #redacted david #redacted darlin #redacted sam #redacted asher #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted baaabe

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sunshine-co · 2 days ago

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three peas in a pod

yunwoo x chubby!reader; amusement park date

this was inspired by this idea; as i am that perfect height to fit into wooyoung and i go nuts seeing yunwoo hugging like that:

the way wooyoung fits so perfectly into yunho, how he can place his head directly into yunhos neck and snuggle him so perfectly, like they were made for each other, like puzzle pieces; well you fit into wooyoung just as well. you so perfectly meld to him like you were made for each other, like puzzle pieces. so yunho can fit behind you and your in a perfect little sandwich, full of love and warmth, the three of you together like so, completes a perfect puzzle.

a/n: also the car scene/concept of having y/n in the passenger seat is inspired by another writers post, i cant find it now, but they mentioned it in the sense y/n is always in the middle, they're never left alone. also sorry this took so long to post. i had made a poll to ask how to end it and then i put off writing it, and then editing it, but theres really no good excuse, sorry! and this might be one of my longest to date. please give feedback!

tw: smut (although its a bit of a slow burn, theres a lot at the end), oral, fingering, piv, dvp, dirty talk, sickeningly sweet nicknames/pet names too many to list but main ones are princess, doll/babydoll, baby. mentions of weight insecurities, angry woo, idky but i mention pee a few times, not in a sexual way but its brought up more then anything else i've ever read, fear of rollercoasters and riding one. let me know if i missed anything!

also take a shot every time i mention yunhos 'beautiful neck'. 😜

nothing written is fact or is to be taken too seriously. most writings may contain sexual themes so no minors, although i cannot control what you read, but please know not all sexual writings, experiences or things you see are not always correct or standard. you are responsible for what you consume!

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the three of you had been together for a long time. you grew up with and were best friends with yunho since childhood. when he went to school for dance he met wooyoung, and you three quickly became inseparable. and after only 2 years of friendship with woo, the three of you fell into an easy and loving, romantic relationship.

sure it was unconventional, but you all didn't care and even showed the world how healthy a throuple could be. of course you still got stares, and the comments about your weight, especially next to two tall, slim, and handsome men, but they always reassured you. you were perfect to them, to not listen to others and you have more value then just your looks. although you were the most gorgeous and sexy person in the whole world to them. you were their everything and they couldn't imagine their life without you, nor could you imagine yours without them.

you've been together now for several years, but as life does, it often got too busy and there could be days or even weeks you would only see each other in brief passings and could only exchange swift 'i love you's and chaste kisses. of course you lived together and shared a massive bed but it was still only short moments you'd be with either or, or both. you would go to bed and wake at all different times. all three of your love languages was quality time, yours and woos being physical touch as well, so when these times came up and you couldn't have that, you all got antsy.

this month had been one of those times. between work and some volunteer work you did, you had hardly seen your boys. and a local amusement park that came around every year that you would always go to, was soon closing for the season. the three of you had made it tradition to go when it came in town, but you had gotten so busy you barely even registered it was even there. the boys knew if you missed it, you would be sad and deeply disappointed. so they had contacted your work and volunteering work to get you a few days off. they offered a week vacation because of how good you had been doing, they also knew you needed to take some time off. you always worked too hard.

so when your boss and supervisors let you know you had the next week off you were elated. you didn't know why, but you weren't about to ask questions. you came home from that days work smiling ear to ear, thankful you could sleep in the next day. the boys had also taken some time off their respective jobs so you could all spend the week snuggled up together and catching up. so when they arrived home shortly after you they beamed at the smile on your face.

'what are you so happy for, darling?' wooyoung asked as he slid up next to you on the couch, wrapping his arms around your waist and began kissing up your neck and all over your face.

when you could speak after the giggles caused by wooyoungs affection died down, you answered, 'i have the next week off from both jobs! if you two have any free time, i can spend it with you!'

'oh we know,' yunho spoke from where he stood watching you and wooyoung fondly, his arms behind his back as if hiding something, 'we asked for you to have time off, we got some time off as well, princess!' he said, trying to contain his own excitement, 'we're going to spend every minute together!' he spoke as he approached the couch and revealed some bags of takeout from your favorite restaurant.

you jumped out of wooyoungs arms to jump into yunhos. he quickly placed down the bags just in time to catch you and squeeze you in tightly. you felt his smile pressed to the side of your head. he began to press kisses to your head and trail them down your face leading to your lips. you kissed him back just as passionately and with an equally huge smile on your face.

'thank you so much, my love,' you said against his lips.

'hey it was mostly my idea, and i did most of the planning!' wooyoung exclaimed as he came up behind you and wrapping his arms around you where yunhos weren't, sandwiching you between them as you loved most. he pressed his face to your head and took a deep sniff, he loved to smell your hair, and always made sure you had enough of your favourite shampoo.

'yes, thank you, too, my precious kitten!' you leaned your head back to speak against his cheek. you felt his smile grow and you smiled back while giving his warm cheek kisses. this was heaven and you never wanted to leave this moment. between the two men you loved most in the world and who loved you back just as much and unconditionally. you were so at peace in their arms, their heads on either side of yours, gently squishing your cheeks.

yunho eventually broke the peace, 'we have to eat the food before it gets cold.' he said, muffled by your hair and neck he was still nuzzled into.

'yeah, we need to eat to get to bed quickly cause we have a full day tomorrow!' wooyoung chimed in. slightly leaning away to look at you.

'youngie i wanna relax' you whined with a pout.

'trust me you'll love it and have so much fun!' he said just before kissing your pout away. 'and the rest of the week is relaxing stuff, and a few days of just couch or bed rotting if you want!'

you let out a deep sigh and said 'okay, if you say so. thank you youngie!' he beamed at you as you leaned up to kiss him again. yunho quietly starts pecking your face, a silent ask for kisses as well. you happily turned to face him and place some kisses on his soft lips. wooyoung also kept kissing your face. you began to giggle into your kiss with yunho, from the gentle tickling of woos lips and just how silly and elated you felt. the boys caught your silly and started to laugh with you.

'okay, okay lets eat now.' you said, trying to gently push them away. they did let you go and you three went to set yourselves up to eat.

you enjoyed your meal and caught up on a few episodes of a drama you watched together. you eventually got sleepy so you all got ready and went to bed. it was almost hard to go to sleep with the excitement of tomorrow bubbling inside you, but the warmth of your two boys on either side of you eventually lulled you to a peaceful dreamland.

the next morning you were awoken by wooyoung kissing your face.

'youngie please.' you begged through giggles.

'what? i cant kiss my most beautiful, wonderful, amazing, delicious, stunning, beautiful soul, giant hearted, pure, and precious girlfriend awake?' he said all in one breath. 'i'm just trying to show my appreciation!' he immediately went back to kissing all over your face.

'ahhh woo please your gonna make me pee the bed!' you exclaimed through laughs, trying to catch your breath.

he then began to actually tickle you around your tummy and under your arms. your laughter increased tenfold and it took everything to hold the contents of your bladder. you tried to get his hands off you, he was laughing maniacally and attacking you everywhere.

through gasps and breath taking laughs you yelled out your safeword 'cedar' wooyoung immediately stopped and said 'sorry love'

you sat up wiping away tears from your eyes, just catching your breath. 'its okay woo' you leaned in to give him a quick kiss. 'i was just afraid i'd pee the bed.'

yunho who had been in the kitchen and heard the commotion and your safeword, burst in the room at that moment. he gave wooyoung a whack on the head with the ladle he was holding then looked to you.

'you okay sweetie?' he said with genuine concern in his eyes.

'yes yuyu, i'm okay.' you reassured him as you stood up from the bed to give him a kiss as well.

'you didn't need to hit me so hard though!' wooyoung whined from his pouty position on the bed, hand rubbing at the spot yunho hit.

'sorry, woo, you know i hate it when she uses the safeword! you take things too far sometimes.' he spoke gently, and leaned down to kiss wooyoungs head as an a apology.

'i know, i know, i'm sorry' he continued to whine but also quickly turned his head up to capture yunhos lips in an apologetic kiss. yunho smiled into woos lips and kissed him back. they exchanged a few more quick kisses as you watched. you felt so lucky to have two gorgeous boyfriends that also loved each other so dearly.

once they parted yunho leaned over to you and gave you some good morning kisses. you happily kissed him back.

'good morning princess,' he spoke against your lips, you smiled at the pet name. 'youngie and i made a big breakfast for you, wash up and come eat.'

you nodded and hummed in agreement, walking away from the two, towards the attached bathroom to get ready. they left to the kitchen to continue preparing the breakfast.

you used the toilet and washed up your face. you got dressed but didn't know if it would be appropriate for whatever wooyoung had prepared, but figured you could change if need be.

you went to the kitchen and was greeted by some wonderful smells. the table was set and full of your favorite breakfast items. you didn't know, even though the three of you could eat a lot, if you'd be able to finish all this, it was too much.

'ohh my precious boys!' you exclaimed, 'this is beyond wonderful, but isn't it too much?'

'no! definitely not! nothings too much for myyyy snookums!' wooyoung proclaimed, as he came up to you to give you a tight squeeze. you giggled at his silliness and hugged him back.

yunho, who had been finishing up putting out items on the table, then came up behind you to join the hug, completing your perfect hug sandwich. you relished in the warmth and joy radiating from them. but wooyoung needed his day to go as planned.

'okay we need to eat, so we can get this day going,' he said as he ushered you and yunho to your seats patting both your butts, 'after breakfast i'll let you know a bit of the plan but most is a secret!' he said, while bringing his finger to his lips in a secret motion and giggling.

'okay, fine. but i still think this is a bit too much.' you reiterated while settling in in your usual spot between them, taking in the wide spread of food. your small dining table was nearly over flowing, plates and bowls strategically placed.

'even if we don't finish it we can save it for later, it wont go to waste.' yunho reassured you, taking your hand and giving it a gentle squeeze.

'yes, yes, i know.' you sighed as you began to pick a few dishes to start with.

soon enough the three of you settled into your usual eating peace, only a few words exchanged as you filled your bellies. once you had gotten your fill, woo quickly started cleaning up, his mouth still full.

'yah finish chewing at least.' yunho scolded woo through his own mouthful.

'we have to go! we have an hour to get to the place and then lots to do there!' woo excitedly explained, continuing to clean up.

you got up to help him and asked, 'where are we going by the way?'

wooyoung finally swallowed what was in his mouth before speaking, 'firstly i would normally say you don't need to help, especially since this week is about pampering you, but i want to clean up quickly and go,' he spoke quickly, still moving and gathering dishes, yunho then also got up to help, 'second, my beautiful, wonderful, most precious, princess, baby doll,' he finally stopped to grab your hands in his and look you in the eye, 'we're going to the amusement park! its leaving after this week, so we're spending the whole day there. i have a basic plan for what rides and things to do but we can mostly follow the vibe, or whatever you want to do!' he beamed at you, his beautiful blinding smile taking over his face.

you couldn't believe you had forgotten about the amusement park, you were stunned that that's what he had planned for and just stared at him with your jaw open. 'ohh woo' you softly spoke as tears welled in your eyes. they quickly blurred your vision and spilled over. you dropped your head to his chest and brought your arms to wrap around his waist weakly. he wrapped his arms around your shoulders and pressed his face against your head, cooing at you and rubbing your back.

'ohh baby' he spoke tenderly, 'its okay, these are happy tears right?'

you nodded against his neck, tears still streaming down your face. you hadn't done your makeup yet and you were glad you hadn't. you didn't know why you were crying so much, a combination of the surprise plans the boys made, some pent up stress of life and just pure love for your boys was your guess. continuing to sob on wooyoung, you felt his shoulders shake in laughter, a hand leaving your back to point and laugh.

'why are you crying now?!' he exclaimed at yunho.

'you know when she crys, i cry!' yun chokes out.

'ohh my sweet yuyu!' you cry out as you leave woos arms to go to yunhos arms. he gladly pressed you into him, now crying into your hair. you did your best to still your tears enough so you could look up at him. the poor boys nose was now red from the sudden release of emotions and his ears tinged pink in embarrassment. you reached up to cup his face and use your thumbs to wipe away the tears.

'its okay, like i said its happy tears, baby. don't cry now. look, noonas stopped now.' you didn't often use the honorific, though you were three years older then the boys, early in the relationship you agreed you were all equal and didn't need them. it was rare any of you pulled it out, mostly in teasing or professional matters.

'yes noona' he giggled, as the tears stopped and he leaned down to capture your lips in a soft kiss. you returned the kiss gladly, smiling into it.

'as cute as you two are, can we finish cleaning up now.' wooyoung said, now pressing himself into your back.

'yes sir.' both you and yunho answered him. you all burst into laughter, but quickly returned to cleaning up.

soon enough most of the kitchen was clean, at this point wooyoung told you to finish getting ready as the two of them finished the cleaning. you obliged, going to get your makeup on. you decided to change what you were wearing as well. what you had originally put on was fine but you decided, since it was warm and you wanted to reward your boys with some eye candy, to put on their favorite milkmaid dress. a light pink and floral pattern, it flowed to about your mid calves and a slit ran up one leg to the top of your thigh. you also liked this dress, as it showed off the curves you liked very well. and you loved how wild it drove them.

you finished up your hair and light makeup and picked out some appropriate shoes, comfy but went well with the dress. you went to meet the boys at the door, as they had called out a moment before that they were ready. when you got to your entry way and the boys turned to you, both their mouths dropped. you giggled at them, and slyly brought your knee through the slit to show off your leg.

'you like what you see?' you said in a mock sultry tone, knowing full well they wanted to ravish you right then and there.

'fuck.' wooyoung groaned out.

yunho, behind him had turned bright red, from the top of his head, all the way down his neck and you were sure all across his chest and shoulders. if he didn't let the embarrassment take over and the blood rush to his head, it would've rushed to his dick instead, you were sure.

'baby doll,' woo let out a heavy breath, 'why'd you have to wear that one.' he groaned again as he approached you. he brought his hands to your hips, lightly rubbing up an down. he could feel where your panty line was and he traced it with nimble fingers. you smirked as the realization graced his features.

'and she's wearing that pretty little thong!' he exclaimed as he started to grope at your ass, and mouth at your neck, lust starting to take over him. 'you harlot!' he growled into your ear.

you cackled at his words as he continued to let his hands roam over your body. yunho cleared his throat and shook his head, trying to clear his mind of the dirty thoughts.

'i don't know why she wore our favorite dress but we have plans woo, c'mon.' yunho urged. 'we can ravish her after.'

'its supposed to be a reward for making these plans for me, for taking a week to focus on me.' you said through a small pout, as you removed wooyoung from you and readjusted your dress.

'well right now it feels like a punishment! now we're going to be distracted all day.' wooyoung said as his arm snaked around your waist again but now leading you out the door.

'i'm sorry, i can change?' you said half heartedly.

'no!' both men shouted, yunho locking your apartment door behind him.

'shhhh!' you gave both of them a gentle swat on their shoulders, 'quiet in the hallways!'

you all quietly giggled as you made your way to the car park.

getting to your shared car you got in your usual seats. yunho driving, you in the passenger seat and wooyoung in the middle of the back. they didn't want you to be alone so they always made sure wherever you seated, one of them was next to you. you learned early on not to argue with this, so you often just pushed or leaned your seat back and held woos hand and he would lean forward to meet your face to talk to you easier. yunho often rested a hand on your thigh, this time he had far more access with the slit of your dress, so he gave gentle squeezes and mindlessly drew patterns in your skin.

as you leaned your seat back to look at woo, you asked 'so can i know any of your plan?'

'well i guess,' he sighed dramatically, 'there's a few rides we can start with.' he continued to list them off. 'but we need to fit in that roller coaster you promised you would ride last year before dinner!' he gave you a pointed look.

'ohh woo, nooooo, why'd you remember? i cant wooyoungie, nooo!' you half heartedly whine, over exaggerating your distaste for the terrorizing roller coaster that you had never rode before. it was the biggest and scariest one, it took a lot to get you on the easiest one, let alone that one. you had promised woo you would ride it the next year, after some drinks and his promise of bedroom activities.

yunho laughed and patted your leg, 'no, you don't have to princess.' he reassured you.

'she does, she promised!' woo exclaimed.

'c'mon woo don-'

'no i promised,' you cut yunho off, 'i should at least try it once. just remind me to pee beforehand.' you sighed in defiance, 'but why before dinner?'

'you don't want to go on many rides, especially that one after eating, do you?' he said, reaching his face over to place a kiss on your cheek.

you hummed in agreement. 'okay so what's the plan for dinner and after?' you turned your head to give him a quick kiss on the lips.

'well there's a nice place not far from the park we'll go to, then after we can do some other activities in the park and maybe some more rides a bit later in the evening.'

'sounds good. is there any new games, do you know?' you asked, you liked to play them for the fun of it, but the boys got competitive and especially so when there was a prize you wanted. you didn't even have to say you wanted it, they knew the look you got when you liked something. you'd often end up with more plushies, toys and other prizes then you knew what to do with.

'i heard of a few new ones, and some nicer prizes this year!' yunho answered you. you could both see in his eyes and hear in his voice the excitement he had. he loved the games the most, both of them were competitive, but while wooyoung does anything in his power to get you something, yunho does his best to perfect the game, to truly beat it. as long as they didn't get too into it and get genuinely angry, you enjoyed watching them play the ones you couldn't or didn't want to play.

with that, the three of you fell into a comfortable quiet. speaking every now and then, catching up on a few things, but mostly enjoying the presence of each other and the quiet while you had it, it was going to be noisy and crowded at the amusement park.

when you arrived and parked wooyoung let you know he had pre ordered the tickets, and just needed to get the bracelet passes at the entrance. when you received them you realized they were the all access passes, they were really spoiling you today. the passes could let you jump some lines and some of the food stands you could get free snacks, and play some rounds of games for free.

'wooyoung you really didn't need to get these passes.' you whined halfheartedly to him as he attached the bracelet to your wrist, and giving the back of your hand a kiss.

'i said before, there's nothing too much for our princess,' he grabbed your face between his hands, squishing your cheeks, as he said the next part, 'and i better not hear any more complaints about this being too much.' he said half sternly, his face scrunched in mock anger.

'okay' your response muffled by his squishing, but he nodded and pecked your pursed lips in satisfaction that you got it.

he released your face, 'as long as i can spoil you back someday.'

he sighed as he took one of your hands, yunhos hand already interlaced with your other hand, and you began walking through the entrance of the park, 'you don't have to, we don't need it, just seeing you happy is enough for us. but i guess if you really wanna do something, if it'll make you happy, then sure.'

'yes it would.' you pouted back at him, 'i mean especially with what i have in mind.' you gave a sly smirk and raised an eyebrow.

'don't make promises you cant keep, sweetheart.' he bumped your hip with his own, playfully, but you bumped yunho unintentionally anyway.

'okay you two, lets behave ourselves, we're in public.' yunho scolded the both of you. he then led you to the closest ride, a simple teacup ride.

although it was a simple ride, the way the boys did it made it ten times more fun. you would sit between them and they would do the work of spinning the cup. with both of them spinning it, it went impossibly fast. you would be tossed up against one of them and laughing your head off, all of you laughing your asses off. woo would also sometimes try to change trajectory, making the dizziness worse.

by the time the ride stopped you couldn't breathe through your laughter. yunho had to help you stand and get down from the ride, the world was still spinning too much. once you were on solid ground he stood in front of you holding your arms as you continued to giggle and wobble. wooyoung had leaned himself against you, also still laughing and regaining his balance. somehow yunho still seemed stable, as he supported both of you, giggling and watching you both fondly.

if this was just the start of the day, you knew it would be an amazing day.

after many more rides and some other activities, it was soon lunch time and your bellies were letting you know.

'is anyone else as hungry as i am?' yunho asked the both of you. the three of you were sat on a bench, resting after a thrilling ride. yunhos arm was slung behind your shoulders, resting on the bench. wooyoung was on your other side, holding your hand and resting his head on your shoulder, and basically squishing you against yunho, even though there was more then enough room. you enjoyed it regardless, resting your cheek atop woos head.

'yes!' you both responded enthusiastically, though not moving.

'okay we should head to the restaurant now then.' yunho said as he moved his arm from the bench and went to stand.

'no wait!' wooyoung nearly shouted as he jumped up, jostling you over into a half stood yunho, who in turn caught you and stumbled back into the seat with you, 'oh, sorry, sorry baby,' woo rushed out, 'but you haven't ridden the coaster yet.' he stood with his hands on his hips.

'damn i thought he'd forget.' yunho half whispered to you.

'its okay,' you patted his thigh as you stood, 'okay wooyoung lets find a bathroom, then get it over with.'

once you were in line, the little bravery you had earlier was now just a memory. your heart was already pounding in your ears with anxiety. yunho had placed himself behind you, wrapping his arms around your middle and resting his chin on top of your head. he could feel you start to shake and he began rubbing your belly and sides in an attempt to calm and comfort you.

'you really don't have to do this, you know? we can gang up on woo and get out of it if we really tried.' he spoke into your hair, his lips pressing kisses into your crown. wooyoung was ahead of you, excited and talking to another patron about the ride. him and yunho had ridden it a few times in the past, and they enjoyed it, but you were never a fan of coasters.

'n-no, i w-want to at least t-try it once.' you stuttered out through a shaky breath.

'some things you don't need to try.' he insisted as he tightened his arms around you, squeezing you to help ground you. you took a few deep breaths, allowing yourself to feel yourself against yunho and take in his calming presence.

it was then that wooyoung turned back to you two.

'hey are you okay, doll?' he asked as he brought his hands up to your arms to gently rub them.

'y-yeah, i'm fine.' you said, silently cursing that your voice still wasn't steady.

'you don't look fine, and your shaking like a leaf. you don't have to go on the ride, baby, this is your day.' he began to step closer, to encase you between both men in a hug, but you placed your hands on his chest to stop him.

'no, i do want to try it, i just need to take a few more deep breaths and distract myself a little bit.' you insisted, as you stepped out of yunhos hold and took some deep, slow breaths. you closed your eyes to focus on just your breathing, and think of something else.

you took each of the boys hands in your own and asked, or really told, yunho, 'tell me more about the new games they got here. what will we play first when we come back?'

'well there's a new shooting game, they updated some ring toss ones, and there's a new duck pond type you might like.' he rambled off quickly, 'and the prizes, i saw some people online say there's some sanrio characters, and better quality in all prizes really.

'ohh really sanrio?!' that got your attention, it was one of your favourite things. the games were in a another part of the park, so you hadn't seen them nor any prizes, you were also to focused on your boys, you probably wouldn't have noticed anyway.

'yeah we'll get you every character they have!' wooyoung spoke up.

they were doing good at distracting you, before you knew it, it was your turn to get on the ride. luckily it was three seats per row, so you could be seated between your boys. you were also closer to the middle of the ride, which also helped ease your mind, even just the slightest. the operator showed you how to buckle in and brought the big latch down over your head. once you were all settled, both men grabbed one of your hands, you squeezed them tightly.

'its okay, baby, we got you.' yunho said, giving you a reassuring look.

'you might even enjoy it.' wooyoung chimed in, also giving you a hopeful look. excitement also laden across his features.

you took a few more deep breaths before the ride started. the latch locked into place and the tram started moving. you winced as it jolted forward, squeezing the mens hands tighter. yunho rubbed his thumb over your knuckles and woo gave a squeeze back. there was a long slow ascent that felt like it went on forever. when you reached the top of the first drop, you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. then you were dropping, and speeding along the rest of the ride. it was fast and had many ups and downs, and twists and turns, and some loops. by the end of it you had scrunched yourself up as much as the belt and latch would allow, you thought you might've broken one of the boys hands, and your voice was raw from screaming. you hated it.

once again yunho had to help you off the ride and to solid ground on your shaky legs. you had to take a seat and catch your breath. luckily there was a bench close by.

'are you okay, princess?' yunho asked, you still had a death grip on his forearm, but he didn't seem to mind.

'yeah, i'm never doing that again, but i'll be fine.' you said through your teeth, focusing on your breathing. inhale, exhale. inhale, exhale.

'thank you for trying it, babydoll.' wooyoung had knelt to his knees in front of you, rubbing his hands up your thighs and up and down your sides, breathing with you to help focus. 'i'm sorry i made you do it. this day was to make you happy.'

'no, i wouldn't do it if i didn't want to. i'm glad i tried it, even if it just further confirmed my hatred for coasters.' you said as you bumped your forehead against his, giving him a light smile as you felt yourself start to relax. you let go of yunhos arm and took his hand to examine it, there would be a light bruise, it was already red where your fingers were. you kissed along his fingers in apology. then took wooyoungs hand as well to do the same.

'okay, i think i'm ready to eat now.' you said, letting out a final deep breath, then interlocking your fingers with theirs gently.

'perfect lets go.' wooyoung exclaimed as he jumped up and tugged you and yunho along, back to the car.

'can i complain that this restaurant is ridiculous for the other activities we have done today?' you said to wooyoung over the menu. he said it was a nice place, but this was almost black tie worthy. there was almost nothing less then $30 on the menu, and the drinks menu had names you couldn't pronounce.

'we don't go to places like this often, its a treat for all of us!' wooyoung said excitedly, a little to loud for the quiet atmosphere.

'shhhh,' both you and yunho shushed him, 'and we're hardly dressed up enough for it either, i feel so out of place.'

'you belong as one of the statues they have here doll,' woo said, looking you up and down, referring to the immaculate marble carved statues that were placed around the space. you had to admit some were closer to your shape then what one might expect. 'and if you feel out of place now, how about if i said i wanted to take you back to one of the private bathrooms and fuck you stupid?' he leaned over to whisper in your ear, his hand finding the exposed flesh of your thigh and tantalizingly running his fingers up towards your center. you quickly swatted his hand away, and brought one of the cloth napkins to cover your lap. 'behave yourself jung wooyoung.' you whisper shouted.

a pout immediately found its place on his pretty lips, and yunho chuckled and ohhhhed. 'she full named you.' he continued to quietly giggle behind his hand.

'you be good to yunho.' you turned on him. 'lets act our age for a bit please.' you huffed and straightened yourself and continued to look at the menu.

'yes, noona.' they said in unison, and you had to bite back the laugh that threatened to burst out of you. luckily the waiter approached for your order at that time.

'are we ready to order?' he asked.

'not quite,' you answered, 'you two?' you asked the boys. wooyoung had a few questions and yunho wasn't ready yet either. as the waiter answered woos questions you noticed how he leaned towards him and made some flirtatious actions towards wooyoung.

when he left you spoke up, 'i think somebody likes you, woo.' you said in a singsong tone.

both men looked at you, equally confused. 'what?' wooyoung asked.

'the waiter,' you gestured in the direction he left, 'he was flirting with you.'

'what? no. really?!' he said, shocked. wooyoung was smart but sometimes a bit dense, he didn't realize some of his actions could be seen as flirting, nor does he really realize when someone else is flirting with him.

'yes, the way he leaned in.' you demonstrated, 'he was trying to get a sniff of you and trying to show off.' you turned to yunho, 'yuyu when he comes back you ask him something and see if he does it to you.'

'why are you getting me involved?' he said, still equally confused and exasperated.

'well i figure he must be gay so he definitely wouldn't do it to me.' you explained.

'you shouldn't assume baby.' woo pipped in.

'yes i know, sorry.' you apologized.

'even if he was flirting, did it make you jealous?' woo smirked as he leaned in and gave a suggestive look.

'no' you hesitated for a second but that was enough to make him pounce.

'you are jealous!' he exclaimed, thankfully in a quieter level this time.

'well i would be too, if i noticed, i mean i am now that i know.' yunho said.

'good.' woo said, flipping non existent hair over his shoulder.

both you and yunho sighed, knowing you shouldn't fuel his behavior. he'll continue to overexaggerate any flirting and sexy actions just to get the both of you mad, just so you'd take it out on him later, in the bedroom. the little brat.

you turned back to the menu to actually pick something. though you were uncomfortable with the prestige-ness of the place, and the prices of the menu items, you decided the boys were right, you deserved this treat. you all did. so after discussing with them, you all decided on three courses each, you would share most of it all anyway, and waited for the waiter to return.

when he did, you noticed the lightness in his step, excited to see wooyoung. you smirked and elbowed yunho, gesturing for him to watch.

he was professional and friendly enough as he took your orders, but there were just a few little gestures and a different pitch to his voice when he talked with wooyoung. you noticed how yunho had to bite back a laugh as he noticed this as well. when your order was taken and he had walked off, yunho finally let out his laugh, still trying to keep quite, muffling it with his hand.

'wow, he really was flirting with you.' he said when he composed himself.

'see,' you said, 'our wooyoungie is just too irresistible.'

'yea, we should leave him at home, keep him hidden away.' yunho said jokingly. and you nodded in agreement.

'noooo, baaaabbeeesss, its not my fault.' woo whined dramatically, a devastating pout and shiny puppy eyes gracing his feature, 'i'm not trying to flirt or lead him on. i only have eyes for you two! you know that! i love you, both, so much.'

you couldn't resist how cute he was and began to coo at him, and scratched under his chin, like a cat. then grabbed his chin to bring him in for a kiss. he smiled against your lips and tried to deepen the kiss. as much as you wanted to continue to kiss him, you had to push him away, but not before a few more pecks.

'we love you too, youngie.' you said, running your fingers through his hair to then rest your palm against his cheek. he nuzzled into your warm hand, beaming at you.

'we love you so much,' yunho also said, he reached across your lap to take wooyoungs hand, resting in your lap, as he ran his thumb over woos knuckles, 'we're just teasing.'

'i know.' woo said as he brought yunhos hand to his lips. yunho was more shy about pda, so a blush quickly creeped up his neck as he took his hand back. wooyoung just beamed at him, finding the other boy so endearing.

you all settled into some more normal conversation, catching up some more on each others lives. some projects and stories from work. new interests you may have found, anything and everything. quality time really was your top love language, you felt so full of love and fulfilled, happy and relaxed.

time flew, and your meals were coming out. you gawked at how lovely and exquisite your meals looked. you almost felt like you couldn't eat it. you gave wooyoung a pointed look, while he just casually popped the first peace of meat in his mouth, smiling widely while chewing, humming in delight.

you all began eating and fell quiet. enjoying the food and your time together. you were finished before you knew it and your plates taken away, quickly followed by dessert. it was just as lovely and delicious.

when the waiter came to give you the bill, wooyoung quickly took the booklet and told you and yunho to go out in the car, he'll take care of the bill.

'youngie, baby, at least let me see it.' you whined to him. you couldn't help to notice the cringe look on the waiters face.

'no, i said no more complaining.' he said half sternly, patting your hip to get a move on, 'i'm paying and you can't do anything about it, baby doll!'

you huffed dramatically, but stood up to leave, 'alright, be quick.' and you don't know what came over you but you leaned down and grabbed his face to kiss him deeply. he didn't understand where this came from either but smiled into the kiss nonetheless.

when you straightened up, the look of shock and disgust on the waiters face was priceless. you bit back a smirk and grew even bolder, taking yunhos hand in yours you said, 'lets go baby.' and started walking out.

when you were outside yunho asked, 'what was that about?' he had a small smile on his lips but still a little shocked by your behaviour.

'did you see the waiters face? he was disgusted that i kissed wooyoung, and not in a normal way, in the way that he couldn't believe woo, and you, are with someone like me.' you said, smiling triumphantly remembering his face.

'what?' he questioned. he understood your insecurities around your body and understood, through you explaining to them, how others perceive you, especially next to them and with them.

before you could answer him, wooyoung was storming towards you two, clearly mad. he curtly asked yunho for the keys to the car, he hesitated for a moment but did eventually hand them over, seeing the other man seething. woo roughly opened the drivers door and said. 'get in.' you and yunho looked at each other confused but quickly got in the car to not anger him more.

'what happened?' you asked when you were seated.

'nothing.' he nearly growled as he threw the car in drive and half hazardly left the parking lot.

'whoa, wooyoung,' you exclaimed as you were thrown against the door by the rough turn he took, 'calm down, please. pull over and tell us what happened?'

'its not worth repeating the filth he said.' he said in a low rumble, through clenched teeth.

'can you at least pull over to calm down a bit?' yunho asked from the backseat, concern laced his voice.

wooyoung didn't answer but did find another parking lot to pull into. it was luckily half empty, because he might have hit something if there was. he parked, taking up a few spaces, and let out a deep breath. his hands were still holding the steering wheel in a death grip, knuckles white.

you and yunho just waited with bated breath for him to say anything. he was panting but now through some deep breaths began to calm down and even out his breathing.

'we're never going back to that goddamn place.' wooyoung finally broke the silence. even though he had calmed down some, his words still held venom.

'we don't have to.' you said evenly, you wanted to reach out and touch him, give him some comfort but it wasn't the right time yet.

after a few more moments of tense silence he spoke again, 'i wont repeat what he said but he insulted our y/n.' he finally confessed what had angered him so much.

you saw yunhos confused face and him about to ask who, but you realized who and mouthed 'waiter' at him. he made an o with his lips then asked, 'why would he say something?'

reluctantly woo answered, 'he said he was going to ask for my number but..' he trailed off, hitting the steering wheel, most likely remembering whatever the waiter said.

'whatever he said, it doesn't matter. i have you and yunho, i know you two love me, nothings going to change that.' you said firmly, trying to comfort him.

'no!' he turned on you then, 'those filthy words should never come from anyone's mouth about anyone, how could someone say that about someone just because of their size or how they look.' his voice started quivering and you could see tears well up in his eyes, 'you've told us of things people have said to you, but we've never heard them before. this dirtbag said something so horrible about my partner to my face. i cant imagine the things that have been said to your face and how that feels. i'm so sorry baby, i'm sorry the world is so cruel.' the tears were now streaming down his face, and he had grabbed your hands in his.

you were used to the things people would say about your plus size figure, so you could only imagine what the waiter had said. but you had learned that someone like that, their opinion didn't matter, so you didn't let it get to your head as often anymore. and you had tried to convey all this to the boys in the past, they had gotten it to an extent, but really if you don't experience something, you cant really truly understand it.

'it's okay wooyoungie.' you said calmly, squeezing his hands in reassurance, 'i know its upsetting, but its okay, i've learned how to deal with it and it doesn't affect me anymore. please forget about it, and don't let that ruin the day.' you reached up to wipe away the still flowing tears. 'my precious kitten, don't cry anymore please.'

he leaned into your touch, trying his best to still his tears, 'i know, my love, i know. but its hard to forget when its the first time something like that has been said to my face. its so horrible.'

you nodded in understanding, then leaned over the center console to kiss him. you started with a soft, hopefully reassuring, kiss, but he quickly deepened it, trying to escalate it. he brought his hands up to your face to bring you closer. he eventually moved from your lips to kiss all over your face, and you began to giggle at the ticklish feeling of his lips on your skin and at how cute and endearing he was.

he leaned over even closer and whispered in your ear, 'i would take you right here and now, if you'd let me. show you how beautiful and sexy i think you are.'

before you could tell him you already knew how he saw you yunho pipped up, or more like choked out, 'you could.'

you both looked at the tall man sitting in the back seat, his face was flushed and he had an obvious tent growing in his pants.

'no, we have other things to do today. we can fuck later tonight, at home.' you told the two, now lust filled boys.

'we can pull behind this building and woo can eat you out.' yunho suggested.

'n-'

'yea, yea, lets do that,' woo spoke over your protest. already trying to get you in the backseat, while yunho got out to get in the drivers seat.

'no, but what about you two?' you tried, already knowing their answer, as you got into the back seat, wooyoung following, settling onto the floor in front of you.

'no we'll be fine, princess. especially today, its all about you.' yunho answered, already driving the car to hide it behind the building.

wooyoung now in position between your legs, moved your dress out of the way and began rubbing his hands up your thighs. he licked his lips as his eyes never left your clothed core.

'wait, wait, is there at least a towel in here?' you asked before he could really dive in.

he looked around and into the seat pocket and found the clean, small towel you kept in the car for occasions like this. you lifted your hips to allow woo to place the towel under your ass, and moving your dress further up out of the way.

once you were settled, he promptly threw your legs over his shoulders and began to kiss up your thighs. he licked and left love bites along the way as well. as woo was working up to your now soaked core, you made eye contact with yunho in the sun visor mirror, he had also positioned the rearview mirror to watch wooyoung work. he had pulled out his hard on and was lazily stroking it, your mouth watered at the sight.

wooyoung had finally reached your core and began kissing over your soaked panties. you moaned as his nose just barely brushed your clit, and you felt him smile against you.

'don't tease, baby, we have to be quick.' you whined out, resisting the urge to grab his hair and push him into your cunt, you didn't want anymore signs of your scandalous activities. you found one of his hands to lock fingers with.

he smirked up at you, before using his free hand to push your panties aside and plunge a finger into your heat. you let out a low moan at the feeling, and rolled your hips to get more friction. he laughed before dipping down to take your clit between his lips, giving it a harsh suck.

'ooohhhhhh, youngieee.' you nearly squealed out, nearly coming on the spot. from the front seat, yunho let out his own moan, the grip on his cock tightening, the red tip leaking. your mouth watered even more.

you continued to let out breathy moans and high whines, as wooyoung continued to work over your sensitive bud. he soon added another finger, now curling them in that delicious way that made you see stars. you let your legs fall open further, letting him have more access. his ministrations began to speed up as your moans got higher and more frequent. he could feel your cunt squeeze his fingers, a tell that you were close. he began to moan into you and sped up his movements. a few more flicks of his tongue and curls of his fingers, white hot pleasure tore through you as you gushed all over his face. he happily lapped up all your juices while helping you ride out your high. soon enough though you became too sensitive and tried to push his head away. he licked up your folds a few more times before he leaned away, moving your panties back in place, and licking his lips and cleaning off his fingers.

'young-ah.' yunho panted from the drivers seat. he was still stroking himself and clearly very close. wooyoung quickly jumped into the passenger seat and took yunho into his mouth. only a few deep bobs of his head and yunho was groaning the way he does when he cums. woo kept bobbing and sucking, making sure he got every drop.

'thank you.' yunho said, still breathless, when woo came up. he smirked as he wiped his chin of any remaining fluids, then leaned in to kiss yunho.

you bit your lip and clenched your thighs together as you watched your boyfriends make out. wooyoung slightly pulled away for a moment to place his fingers that had been inside of you, into yunhos awaiting mouth. he eagerly sucked on woos fingers, tasting you and moaning as his eyes rolled back and he closed them. woo chuckled as he began to kiss along yuns jaw and down his long beautiful neck. you whined at the lack of attention you were getting. you loved watching them play with each other, but you were normally all closer and touching, and frankly you were just being a little selfish and just wanted them to be all over you.

'ohh my pretty princess, you taste so good.' yunho breathed out

'c'mere then.' you said, lust still heavy in your voice.

he leaned the seat back and turned as much as he could, you leaned forward to grab his face and kiss him. you slightly tasted yourself and his own release on his lips, transferred from woos lips. you lathed your tongue against his to get more of the taste, you loved when your releases were mixed together on your tongues. you continued to make out until he pulled away groaning at wooyoung trying to put him back in his pants.

'lets get back to the park.' woo said when he was done. he grabbed the baby wipes from the glove compartment, then got out to get in the backseat to clean you up.

'we could just go back to the apartment,' you said, mind still a bit hazy from your high, when he was seated next to you, you grabbed his face to kiss along his jaw and down his neck, he smiled at your antics as he cleaned between your thighs, 'we had fun at the park, now i just want my boys.' you breathed out as he kissed down your thighs and straightened out your dress.

'sorry baby, we have plenty of time the rest of the week.' he said as he sat up to capture your lips in a heated kiss.

he broke the kiss sooner then you'd like, 'how am i supposed to wait when you do that, youngie.' you whined, trying to chase his lips but he just turned his head, so you kissed his cheek.

'don't you want some of those sanrio prizes?' he asked sweetly, but his hand was rubbing up and down your exposed thigh, squeezing and kneading the sensitive flesh, tantalizingly close to where you wanted him most.

you let out an annoyed groan, pushing his hand away and crossing your arms across your chest, 'fine, but not too long, please. i really want the both of you now, you've got me all worked up.'

yunho groaned in the front seat, still watching you, his eyes boring holes in the mirror where he could see your plump chest pushed up further by your arms and jiggling when you huffed.

'just a few games, princess and we'll take you home and do whatever you want for the rest of the night.' he said, biting his lip and starting the car.

you smirked at him through the mirror, noticing where his eyes were watching. you just crossed your arms tighter.

'don't be a tease.' woo said, watching the both of you. he brought your legs across his lap, and pulled you closer to his side, his hand wide on your ass.

'what? like you.' you said in a sultry, teasing tone, leaning in to pretend to nip at his nose. he just smirked and nipped back at you.

you both just giggled at each other and you leaned into him, burying your face in his neck. yunho smiled fondly at the both of you through the mirror.

soon though you were back at the park. you let out a deep sigh against wooyoungs neck, and he chuckled as he kissed along your face. yunho opened the door for you two to get out. woo got out while carrying you bridal style. when you were out you told him to put you down, but he refused.

'you cant carry me the rest of the day.' you insisted, lightly smacking his chest.

'i would if you let me.' he said, finally letting you down while kissing along your jaw till he met your lips, and he pressed a long kiss to them.

yunho came up behind you to hug the both of you into your favorite hug sandwich. you leaned your head back to kiss yunho, and he gladly leaned down to kiss you. the three of you stood there for a moment, taking in the warmth of each other and happy to be holding each other.

woo pressed a kiss to the side of your head before he spoke, 'lets go, my loves.' he reached above your head to give yunho a kiss as well.

you broke apart to walk into the park, and you took one of their hands each in yours, locking your fingers and bringing them to your lips to place a kiss to them.

you went through a few games, the boys won something from each one. they got you a giant plush of your favorite sanrio character, and you participated in a few games, but mostly just watched them play. you loved just watching them sometimes. because of how they had gotten you worked up in the car, you did your best to tease them and get them to want to go home. and your obvious actions worked. you were heading home far sooner then wooyoung had planned, but none of you were complaining.

you stumbled into your apartment, attached to wooyoung, fervent kisses and frantic touches and trying to undress each other.

yunho was following, making sure to lock the door. he also began loosing clothes on the way to the bedroom.

you tried pushing wooyoung away for a moment. 'youngie, hang on,' he was still working his mouth along your neck, sloppily leaving love marks, 'why don't you and yuyu get the bed ready and i get ready in the bathroom,' you panted out, he finally brought his face up to yours, still close enough to brush his lips against yours, 'you two be ready with those beautiful cocks out for me, yeah, baby?'

both boys let out strained moans. you managed to get out of woos hold, and as you passed yunho to your bedroom, you traced your fingers along the band of his exposed underwear. he shivered and groaned as he followed you.

you quickly went to the bathroom and prepared yourself for your boys. you then stepped out into the bedroom in just your thong. you raised your hands to hold the doorway and brought one knee to bend over the other, trying to make a sexy pose. you took in the beautiful sight of your boys spread side by side on the bed waiting, stroking each other. all three of you let out moans at the sight of one another.

yunho crawls down the bed while making a come hither motion, you oblige, and walk over, slowly and sultry.

'i know just what to do with you like this.' he says once you meet him at the edge of the bed. he brought his hands to your hips, teasing his fingers along your panties.

you didn't get a chance to kiss or even touch him, before he threw you up onto the bed, then dragged your hips up and back so you were on all fours. he stood behind you and roughly trust his cock against your ass, a guttural groan in his throat. yunho was such a sweet puppy the rest of the time, but when he let himself go, let himself go to his lust and primal urges, he became feral. you loved to see the turn in nature, and loved to be manhandled by him.

'teasing us all day with that dress and this damn thong!' he growled out, 'which we could see through the dress by the way, dirty girl.'

you moaned at his words, pushing your ass back against his leaking cock. he grunted and twitched away. then he brought a hand to your core, pushing the offending material aside and quickly plunging in two fingers. you squealed and tried to move your hips away but his hold on you only tightened. he brought you flush against him, his cock nestled in between your plush ass cheeks. he began to roughly work you open with his fingers, too desperate to prep you properly.

a few more rough thrusts of his fingers he pulled his hand away to take his cock and line himself up to your hole. he rested the tip there for a moment, he then took the string of thong from between your cheeks, pulled it far and let it go to snap against your cheek. at the same time he thrust in most of the way, causing you to cry out in both pain and pleasure, tears brimming your eyes.

'yunho, too much.' you whine, still trying to wiggle out of his strong grasp.

'you wanted us to fuck you, didn't you, pretty?' he said, your sweet boyfriend long gone, lost to his own lust and need. though he was still, giving you a moment to breathe.

'yes, but i normally take youngie first, your too big yunnie.' you whined, but also began to slowly move yourself back onto him. he met your movements and pushed in slowly. he chuckled lowly at your actions that opposed your words.

'just keep breathing, baby' he reminded you as he squeezed and groped your plush ass.

he let out continuous groans and moans as he watched himself sink further into your warmth. once he was fully sheathed he let out a satisfied sigh.

'fuck,' you moaned out, 'your so deep, baby. i love how you fill me up so well.'

'yea,' he breathed out as he slowly started to pull out again, 'you like being fucked stupid on my big dick? just being a cum dump for the two of us?'

you could only nod and whine in response, as the delicious feeling of him stroking your walls was all you could think about.

wooyoung had been watching the two of you, enjoying the show yunho was putting on, slowly stroking himself lazily. you watched him through bleary eyes. you tried to reach out to take his pretty cock in your hand but he didn't let you, instead pulling you forward a bit to deepen your arch.

you moaned as you felt the head of yunhos cock tug at your entrance. you tried to push back on him to push him back in, but yunhos hold on you was too strong, which equally frustrated you and turned you on.

'c'mon yuyu,' you said in a teasing tone, 'you said you'd fuck me stupid, but here i am still making full sentences.'

he let out a low chuckle, which just went straight to your core, and said, 'be careful what you ask for, pretty princess.'

then he slammed into you, making your ass jiggle just how he liked, and he began to set an unrelenting pace. more tears formed in your eyes, but from overwhelming pleasure. every punishing stroke sent more and more pleasure running through you. he hit a sweet spot deep inside you with every thrust. you were gushing and getting closer to release by the second. the sounds of your combined moaning and the slapping of skin was absolutely pornagraphic, and you loved every second of it. just a few more deep and hard thrusts and you were cumming and screaming, your release flooding yunhos thighs as his release filled you. he continued to lazily thrust to help you through your high, but soon stilled inside you. you both stayed like that as you tried to catch your breaths, panting and humming in satisfaction.

he gave your ass another firm squeeze before slowly pulling out of you. you whined at the loss of the full feeling he provided, but then felt him tug your underwear down and off of you. he had gently eased you down so you were now lying on your stomach, still a bit hazy and happy. he lay down next to you, admiring your fucked out face.

you were so out of it, you didn't notice wooyoung moving until he was turning you over and pulling your legs over his shoulders and kissing up your thighs messily. you let out a strangled whine when his mouth latches onto your core. he sucked your over sensitive bud between his lips, his tongue poking out to also prod and stimulate you.

'youngie please,' your voice cracked, and tears fell from your eyes, 'i'm too sensitive.'

you tried to push his head away helplessly but he just shoved his face in deeper and held on tighter. yunho took your hands and pinned them above your head in just one of his large hands. he shot you a teasing smile before dipping his head to attach his mouth to your breast. you involuntarily arched into him and let out another pained whine.

wooyoung had taken the slightest pity on you and detached from your clit, only to plunge his tongue into your dripping hole. he moaned as he greedily lapped up yours and yunhos combined releases. he spread your legs wider to get more access, doing his best to get impossibly deeper and drink up all your juices. yunho, still suckling your breasts, helped spread you by pulling one leg up and across his lap. you felt his hard cock against your thigh and felt him begin to lazily hump you, as he moaned against your skin.

now with more access to you, wooyoung slightly pulled away, panting against your soaked folds, sending a shiver through you. he quickly replaced his tongue with two of his fingers. dissatisfied with the lack of squeeze you gave them, due to you having been stretched already by yunho, he added a third, and began curling them and rubbing that sweet, spongy spot that got your moans climbing higher. he groaned before taking your clit between his lips again. he continued his delicious ministrations, and with yunhos lips and body against you, the knot below your tummy was close to snapping. woo gently grazed his teeth against your swollen bud and gave a harsh suck and you were seeing stars. white hot pleasure rushed through you, lighting up every nerve, and your body began to tremble. you were gushing all over wooyoungs face but he just happily lapped up every drop. he continued his movements to help you ride out your high, but thankfully slowed as well, until he was just lazily lapping at your folds.

yunho had pressed his head into your chest, grunting, moaning and panting in desperation, as his hips erratically humped your thigh until he came all over your leg and tummy. his grip on your hands and leg loosened as he slumped against you. his face still pressed between your boobs, one of his favorite places to be, a satisfied smile on his pretty lips. he brought his arms to hug around you, and moved to cuddle into your side, spent and happy.

wooyoung hadn't come yet though, so he had begun to lick up yunhos cum off your skin. up your leg and tummy. he also kissed up your tummy, nipping and leaving love marks on your skin. no one enjoyed your plush belly more then wooyoung.

'm sorry, baby,' he mumbled against your skin, just before plunging his hard and aching cock into your warm hole.

you whined as he seated himself balls deep. he didn't reach as far as yunho, but he was slightly thicker and he had more veins which gave him a delicious texture that had your walls quivering with every drag.

'i understand baby, its okay,' you reassured him.

he got a firm grip on your hips, your flesh spilling between his fingers, which he couldn't get enough of, and raised them enough to get a good angle before he began to slowly pull out and thrust back in. he set a slow and steady pace, both due to his lack of energy and to try to not overstimulate you too much. he let out whines and high moans, music to your ears, as his forehead pressed into the top of your belly. you could feel how he tried his best to keep a gentle slow pace, so you tapped the side of his head. when he looked up at you, eyes glossy, you nodded to him to let him know he could go the pace he wanted. he let out a sound as if asking for confirmation, and you nod again and cup his cheek in your hand. as he nuzzles into your touch and closes his eyes, he picks up his pace. more whines and moans begin falling from his beautiful, swollen lips. soon his movements became sloppy and he was filling your cunt with his warm release. his face twisted in pure bliss, lips forming a silent o. the feeling of him filling you and the look of his beautiful o face made another orgasam crash into you, and you cried out with the unexpected high. both boys quickly turned their heads to you with a surprised but satisfied look.

wooyoungs hips slowed and soon stilled, still deep inside you. before his knees could give out on him, woo hastily moved you up the bed, doing his best to stay in you, just enough so he could climb on top of you, placing himself so he was facing yunho on your chest. yunho wrapped his arm around woo and pulled you both tight together and against him.

the three of you stayed like that for some time, basking in the after glow of your highs and each others touch and presence. wooyoung mindlessly tracing patterns in your skin, yunhos face pressed into the juncture of your neck, all of your breaths slowly evening.

eventually though all the fluids began to dry and become uncomfortable on our skin. it must've felt uncomfortable to yunho too because he was the first one to speak and move.

'should i get a bath ready?' he whispered into your skin.

you answered as you let out a deep sigh, 'if you can, that would be lovely, baby, thank you.'

'wait,' woo exclaimed as he sat up, 'i want both of us in her pretty pussy, she's stretched enough. lets clean up quickly in the shower then do that, please!' he pleaded, shiny puppy eyes and a pretty pout graced his features. you dont know where this sudden burst of energy came from, as he had seemed like he was about to fall asleep not a minute ago.

'she already came three times, four counting the car earlier, she's probably tired, woo, we have all week for more fun.' yunho spoke up, propping himself up on his elbow.

'thank you for your concern yuyu, but i'd like to do it. i was hoping for that anyway, you know its one of my favorite positions.' you reassured him, as you rubbed his arm, 'i'm a little tired but a quick wash and i'll be good to go.'

he contemplated for a another moment, looking between you and wooyoung, before he relented, 'okay, lets go wash up.'

wooyoung jumped up off the bed and ran to the bathroom excitedly to start the shower. yunho moved to lift you and carry you to the shower. you gladly allowed him, clinging to him like a koala, him your tall strong tree. as you held onto him with your arms around his broad shoulders, you kissed along his pretty neck and along his jaw. he giggled at your actions as he entered the shower. wooyoung came up behind you and grabbed your ass right away.

'ya, young-ah, is that any way to greet me?' you say in a joking mad tone.

he just gives you a cheeky smile and squeezes your ass more while stepping closer, 'when its presented to prettily for me, how can i not?'

you just rolled your eyes as you turned your face back to yunho, capturing his lips in a deep kiss. woo continued to massage your supple flesh as you made out with yunho. woo groaned out as he admired your ass, and you and yunho moaned into each others mouths. it continued to get hotter and steamy in the small space, warm water running over your bodies. you hadn't noticed where wooyoungs hands had traveled until you felt two wet fingers poke and prod at your used hole.

you broke apart from yunho, 'ahh youngie, not here.' you whined against yunhos shoulder.

'what? i'm just cleaning you up.' he said innocently.

yunho shifted and adjusted you to give woo more access to you. you whined again but arched into woos touch as he plunged his fingers in deeper. you knew what he was doing, he was working you open, prepping you for taking both of them, which you appreciated but if he kept up his delicious ministrations you might cum right here, right now and if you did, you didn't know if you could again when they did get inside you.

'ahh woo, that's enough now,' you moaned out, trying to push him away. he gave a few more teasing pumps before pulling his fingers out. you let out a final shaky breath.

you attempted to get out of yunhos arms, but he just held you tighter.

'i'm not letting you out of arms anytime soon, princess.' he smirked before kissing your frustrated expression off your face.

and before you could verbally protest that you needed to properly clean up, wooyoung reached around your belly, between you and yunho, with a soapy cloth to wash away any remaining bodily fluids. you sighed as you let the two of them take care of you. with yunho holding you and moving you to let wooyoung clean you and yunho, then woo quickly whipping himself down, you were soon out of the shower. in the same way, woo toweled you all down before leading you to the bed once again.

yunho got into the middle of the bed and lay down with you on top of him, 'your sure your up for more?' he asked, still concerned.

'yes, you two do all the work anyway.' you answered him with a smile and kissed his soft lips.

he broke the kiss with a sharp gasp. wooyoung, who was behind you and between yunhos legs, had taken some lube and started pumping yunho. when you saw this over your shoulder, and woos satisfied smile at yunhos reactions, you decided to help work him up. you began to kiss and suck down yunhos neck. because you didn't have any other commitments the next few days, you didn't hesitate to leave deep purple marks along his beautiful neck. he continued to groan and his breathing quickened. his hands roaming and groping at your body.

you then let out a gasp and a high pitch whine as you felt wooyoung insert yunho into you. both you and yunho moved in tandem to sheath him fully inside you. both your hips began to move on their own, as you moaned out in pleasure. you could hear wooyoung get some more lube and pump himself as he watched you suck in yunho. he groaned at the sight, a beautiful thing to behold and he could watch it forever. but he knew you wanted both of them as much as he did, so he brought one hand to your ass to still your movements. you whined in protest, which soon turned into a moan as woo teased his tip along your entrance, nudging up against yunho.

'fuck your still so tight, doll.' a guttural groan emanated from his chest and it made you squeeze around yunho, causing him to also groan. 'c'mon baby don't do that, you gotta relax and let me in.'

''m sorry, you sound s'good.' you slurred out, already lost to the pleasure.

woo continued to prod with his tip as he gently pulled yunho out, trying to find some space to slip in. yunho began rubbing your sides, relaxing you, and kissing where he could reach along your face. you widened your legs to help and woo was able to slide in. it burned for a second before melting to mind numbing pleasure as they both moved inside you. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as they set a steady pace. both of them were gripping you and couldn't get enough of touching you. all of you were moaning and panting, moving mindlessly to chase your highs.

'cum for us, baby doll.' wooyoung panted out, he was slowly losing his rhythm, 'milk us dry with that pretty lil' cunt.'

you squeezed around the both of them and moaned at his words. with the way the both of them moved you and your clit rubbing against yunhos abdomen, your moans quickly began to go up in pitch. you gripped yunhos arms as you screamed into his neck. the knot below your belly snapped before you could really realize it was there. you gushed around the both of them as electric pleasure coursed through you. you had squirt, that and how good the orgasm was, was the best you had in a long time. yunho came deep inside you with a deep groan you could feel all through you as you lay on his chest. woo was not far behind with a high moan, and he watched as he slowly pumped in and out to get the fluids to leak out and drip down his and yunhos shafts. he could do that forever but he stopped at both yours and yunhos whines of protest from over stimulation.

wooyoung stopped but stayed seated inside you. he leaned down to kiss along your back. 'was it good baby?' he asked against the side of your head.

both you and yunho answered with an affirmative hum. the three of you paused a moment before bursting into giggles. which didn't last long, as your laughter squeezed the men that were still inside you. they groaned and hissed a little at the sensitivity and gently pulled out. you whined at the loss, but woo groaned again watching your used and spent hole squeeze and flutter, dripping out more of the combined release. he dove down to lick up your folds, happily lapping at the sweet juices.

you whined, far too sensitive, 'no, woo, no, i cant.' you tried to push him away, 'm too sensitive, i cant.'

'please, mommy, please one more.' he whined into your cunt.

he didn't listen and just laid down between yunhos legs and pulled you down to sit on his face. he continued to lap and eat you like a starved animal. you didn't have the energy to fight him, so just allowed him his joy, as tears started to form in your eyes. you also didn't have the energy to move from yunho, so you just cried against his abdomen. he gently rubbed you arms as you gripped what you could of his.

you were so over stimulated but that familiar knot began to form once again. woo continued to suck your clit, lick and prod your hole, lapping up all the release he could gather. along with the stimulation of you clit against his nose when he was laving your hole, he slowly and expertly brought you to a gentle, final high. though you had tears streaming down your face, you chanted out yes's and thank yous with a smile on your face. it was a gentle and warm orgasm that melted you further into both men.

wooyoung continued slowly lapping up your remaining juices then gently kissed your lower lips and thighs, then moved you so he has smothered by your belly, his arms wrapped around your thighs and hands resting on your hips. you felt his satisfied smile but you were still concerned about actually smothering him.

'woo, love, your gonna suffocate.' you barely had the energy to get the words out.

'and i'd die happy.' he said, muffled by your plush.

'but i wouldn't be.' you said, giving yunho a look to help you.

he moved to help lift you away from woo but he just held on. he wrapped his arms around your waist and pressed his face further into your belly. so yunho just helped you lay on your back, as woo continued to nuzzle you. you sighed at his antics but began running your fingers though his hair, and he practically started purring. yunho chuckled at him, then leaned down to give you a quick kiss. he also kissed wooyoungs head before getting up to start a bath.

'you cant stay there forever.' you sighed out a moment later when yunho returned to gather you into the bath.

'yes i can.' he sounded like a whiny kid, still muffled by you. holding you even tighter, and letting out a defiant grunt.

'be good now, please baby. we need to get fully cleaned up and go to bed. aren't you tired youngie?' you asked.

'yea, so lets just sleep now.' he whined again.

'c'mon woo, you know what she did last time you didn't listen.' yunho said.

that got his attention, as he soon moved while still grumbling, picking you up to carry you to the bathroom, face still buried in your neck. yunho had to guide him so he wouldn't trip or bump into anything. when you were in the bathroom, yunho turned off the hot water, then got in himself and guided woo to step in. while the boys didn't particularly enjoy how hot you liked the water, they did it for you. yunho sat back as woo sat you and himself between yunhos legs, still clinging to you tightly. after some adjusting you were comfortably in yunhos embrace, his long limbs encircling both of you, with wooyoung half on his side against your chest, nuzzling as much as he could, hands still holding as much of your plush flesh as he could. one of your hands calmly rubbed his back as the other played with his hair. all of you let out satisfied, relaxed sighs as you melted into the warmth of the water. you spent a long time in the bath, soaking in each others presence and letting your toes get pruney.

once the water got cold, you all got out to properly wash off and get ready for bed. you all gently washed each other, marveling at all the marks you left on each other. giggling and quietly remembering the wonderful, fun filled day. these moments were just as precious. you were so grateful to have two people who loved you so deeply and dearly. you all quickly dried off and got dressed for bed. you had to change the sheets but that went quick and smoothly with the three of you. and soon enough you were under fresh blankets, between your two warm lovers. you softly drifted into a calm sleep as you were held by their arms, and happy smiles on all your faces.

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obvithe-bestsoph · 2 days ago

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poderia fazer um onde Pau Cubarsí é melhor amigo do irmão da leitora mas gosta dela?

brother's best friend.

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a/n: request translation: "Could you make one where Pau Cubarsí is the reader's brother's best friend but likes her?" "yours, if you want me.", part 2, is now up! genre: fluff. brother's best friend. lamine's sister. summary: being the twin sister of the lamine yamal means that he's tried to teach you football all your life, and it's never worked, but maybe things are different when it's one of his teammates teaching you. warnings: none. kinda angsty? not really tho.

You’re used to Pau being around.

Ever since Lamine joined La Masia, Pau had practically become part of the family. He was always at your house, kicking a ball around in the backyard, playing FIFA with your brother, sleeping over after games.

You didn’t think much of it at first. He was just another one of your brother’s many friends, tall and awkward and sweet in that boyish way.

But lately, it felt… different.

You noticed how Pau’s eyes lingered a little too long when you walked into the room. How, sometimes, he stumbled over his words when you talked to him directly. How he always found a reason to sit next to you at the dining table, even if it meant switching chairs four times and making a million excuses.

You tried to ignore it. Tried.

But it was hard when he looked at you like he wanted to say something that he couldn’t.

The day the confession almost happened was the day Lamine dragged both of you out to a local park for a kick around.

“C’mon, just come with us,” he groaned. “It’s not the World Cup final, it’s just Pau and me. You can just stand there and look pretty or whatever.” Lamine, annoying as always, smears a hand across your face, making you bat his arm away and scoff.

“Gee, thanks,” you said dryly.

Pau, following behind him, caught your eye and smiled slightly. “You’ll have fun. Ho prometo (i promise).”

You rolled your eyes, but you went anyway, telling yourself that it was just to get some fresh air. Definitely not because Pau asked.

At the park, the boys immediately started juggling the ball back and forth between themselves, laughing and trash talking to each other. You sat on a nearby bench, reading a book and enjoying the sunlight, until you heard Pau shout out to you.

“Ei (hey)! Vine aquí (come here)!”

You looked up. He was standing in the middle of the grass, ball tucked between his arm and waist, grinning.

“I don’t play!” you called back.

“You don’t have to,” he said. “Just pass it.”

Reluctantly, you stood up, jogging towards the two of them, oddly nervous. You aren’t quite sure of why there are butterflies in your stomach as you get closer, Lamine’s attempted to teach you how to play a million times in your life, what’s different now?

When you reached them, Pau tossed you the ball lightly. You caught it (barely).

“Vale,” he said, stepping closer. “Rule number one: don’t be afraid of the ball.”

You frowned at him. “I’m not afraid.”

He laughed, that easy, low laugh you loved. “You flinched.”

“Did not.” “Did too.” “Did not.”

Your twin groaned once again, stealing the ball from your hands. “God, you two are worse than an old married couple.”

You and Pau froze, exchanging a glance so quick that it almost didn’t even happen.

Of course, Lamine didn’t notice; too busy juggling the ball between his feet. “I’m serious, though. Keep your eyes open. Ball control’s all about confidence.”

You tried to focus, but it was impossible with Pau hovering behind you so closely, quietly encouraging you, his hand brushing your arm ever so often like he couldn’t help himself.

At one point, you missed a simple shot and groaned. “I suck.”

“You don’t,” Pau said instantly, voice firm. “You just need practice.”

You looked up at him, ready to roll your eyes, but he wasn’t teasing. He was looking at you like you were something special and precious.

Your breath caught for what felt like the millionth time that day.

You were saved from saying something stupid by Lamine yelling about some competition with Pau, the two of them becoming busy again, leaving you standing there, your heart pounding.

Later, after your brother had dropped to the grass in exhaustion, Pau wandered back over to you.

“Hola,” he said, sitting down beside you.

“Hey,” you replied softly.

The late afternoon sun gave his soft brown hair a golden tint, making him look so effortlessly beautiful, although, what’s new there?

“You were good today,” he spoke softly.

“You’re a liar,” you said, but you smiled.

He smiled too, showing all his teeth, happy. “Not lying.”

For a second, you just sat there. The sounds of the park faded around you - kids yelling at the playground nearby, dogs barking, the distant thud of a football being kicked.

It was just him. It was always just him.

“You’re different when he’s not looking,” you said, without really knowing where you were taking this.

Pau tilted his head, confused. “Què vols dir (what do you mean)?”

“You’re… brave,” you said. “But also softer.”

Pau looked away, picking at the grass between his fingers. When he spoke, his voice was quiet, almost a whisper.

“It’s easier when it’s just you.”

You swallowed hard. “Pau-”

“I know I’m not supposed to,” he said quickly, words tumbling out. “I know it’s, like… off-limits or whatever. You’re his twin sister. He’s one of my best friends. It’s messy.”

You stared at him, heart racing.

“But I like you,” he said, finally meeting your eyes with his striking green ones. “I have for a long time.”

The world felt like it was spinning for a moment. The sun felt hotter. The grass felt softer. Your chest felt full and tight all at once.

You opened your mouth to respond, but then Lamine yelled from across the field, “Oi, lovebirds! You coming?”

You and Pau both flushed, knowing he was only teasing and had no idea what was actually going on, but the two of you scrambled to your feet like you’d been caught doing something illegal.

As you walked back, Pau kept a careful distance, not touching you, not looking at you. Like he was scared he’d crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.

But when your hand brushed his by accident, you felt his fingers twitch toward yours, and yours to his.

You didn't grab it. Not yet. But you would. Soon.

Because maybe things were messy.

But some messes are worth making.

Especially for Pau Cubarsí. "YOURS, IF YOU WANT ME." HERE

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amasec · 2 days ago

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First time Heinrix sees Runa pet a fluffy creature. 😸

“Rogue Trader?”

The Interrogator’s imperious voice rang out across the bustling dock, his words loud enough to carve cleanly through the din of the rabble. Tall and broad, the man cut a strong, indomitable figure, the crimson mantle at his back bearing a not-so-subtle reminder of the Inquisition’s ever-watchful presence.

The authority of that Inquisitorial presence accompanied the heavy tread of the Interrogator’s boots against plasteel grating. Catching the attention of many a wary port guard, he inadvertently drew glances of both fear and resentment, his appearance alone attracting more than just a few curious pairs of eyes.

But Heinrix was unconcerned with the whispers of locals. His focus never deviated from the back of the Lord Captain’s head, eyes locked onto the mane of ivory hair that she had bundled into a substantial yet untidy chignon at the nape of her neck. Not once did she turn around, instead stepping into a hurried, purposeful stride as she left her retinue behind, in pursuit of a goal yet unknown.

Heinrix’s frown deepened, and his pace increased in order to catch up with her, ignoring the pointed stares from the other members of her retinue. Footfall’s reputation preceded it – the dock was a lawless place at the best of times. Losing sight of the Rogue Trader in a place as busy and unpredictable as this one could only spell disaster.

Ultimately, the Lord Captain was unaware of his concerns for her safety, and thus, she continued unabatedly. But even then, her pace gradually began to slow, and she came to a halt directly before the door of a rusted container; where she dropped to her knees, crouching low against the plasteel walkway.

“Rogue Trader!”

Still, she did not turn around, and the poorly concealed impatience was evident in his exasperation. He blew out a huff of irritation as he closed in on where she was kneeling, coming to a stop behind her.

“Runa.”

Folding his arms across his chest, Heinrix stared down his long nose at where the woman remained crouched, tending to something as yet unseen. His curiosity was masked by an increasingly irritated glare – she either did not understand the dangers surrounding her, or she did, but simply did not care. Recalling her background, he assumed it was the latter – but those days were well and truly over. A considerable responsibility now rested upon her shoulders, and hers alone. And what use would it be to the ancient and esteemed House von Valancius for its last remaining heir to be stabbed by a cultist in a Footfall alleyway? She needed to reevaluate her position – and remain focused in the meantime.

Runa stood carefully, clutching something small within both hands, and the Interrogator was pulled out of his thoughts and back into the present. Frowning impatiently into the back of her head, he considered what it was that she had been so eager to retrieve. Like any smuggler worth their weight, she had developed an additional sense for discarded archeotech – something that may fetch a high price on the black market. Perhaps she had located a cache of some description.

But after a few moments, Runa turned around to face him – and nothing could have prepared Heinrix for what she was carrying.

Supported by one gloved hand and nestled against the swell of her chest was a tiny lump of black fur; an object that he recognised instantly as a trembling kitten.

The Rogue Trader did not acknowledge him, but the soft wonder in her eyes as she gazed down at the juvenile cat almost immediately threatened the integrity of Heinrix’s stoic foundation. He remained utterly frozen in place, watching as the fragile creature nestled comfortably against her, trusting the Rogue Trader implicitly – just like any other of her devoted subjects.

He didn’t have to wait long before Runa glanced up at him, her face split by a radiant smile. The index finger of her free hand tickled the kitten’s tiny chin.

Oh– well, this was not at all what he had been expecting.

Speechless and utterly blindsided by her smile, of all things, Heinrix found himself unconsciously gravitating a step closer, his arms dropping to rest loosely at his sides. The happiness on her face was unlike anything he’d ever seen, the joyous smile dimpling her cheeks and drawing his attention to her golden canine. He found himself suddenly transfixed. Far more familiar with being on the receiving end of her sardonic sneers and unkind smirks, he found his irritation at her sudden abscondment had been entirely forgotten.

“A kitten–?” he began, hesitant voice soft as he glanced down at the animal she clutched so possessively. It stared back up at him with round, curious blue eyes; the innocence of a tiny creature destined for a short, miserable existence, hand-plucked from the gutter by one of the most powerful women in the Expanse. Heinrix exhaled through his nose. It was so small – so unbelievably feeble.

The kitten would never know how lucky it was.

“I saw it.” Runa looked down at the fluffy animal fondly. “From all the way across the dock. The eyes, they’re reflective – I think they must’ve caught the light at the exact right time.”

“I see.”

Heinrix couldn’t even find it within himself to admonish her for her carelessness, and so, he simply stared; observing how the kitten twisted to get comfortable in Runa’s hand, settling its chin against the reassuring warmth of her bare skin, directly above where her heart was beating. Its tired eyes began to close as the Rogue Trader continued to soothe it, rubbing tiny circles into the dusty fur.

He had never considered the potential that the voidborn was even remotely capable of such warmth, such tenderness – partly because every conversation he’d ever had with her had been conducted under duress. She ignored him frequently, refusing to cooperate with many of his sanctioned requests, even despite the friendliness and kindness she displayed to the rest of her retinue and her crew. She maintained a cold, terse distance between herself and the Interrogator, making it clear to him – and everyone around them – that she deeply resented his presence on board her ship.

Normally, she would be observing him coldly, with her nostrils flared in not-so-subtle disgust; a biting comment clenched waiting between her teeth. But this time, something was different – her smile never wavered, even as she glanced up once more from where the kitten was pawing at her. There was no maliciousness in the way she considered him – and for the first time since joining her retinue, he recognised a steadily growing sense of alarm that had begun to build within the pit of his stomach.

“What are you going to do with it?” he forced out, an unfamiliar heat prickling beneath the collar of his shirt.

“It’s one of my subjects.” The Lord Captain’s smile faltered, morphing instead into a lopsided grin. “I’m bringing it back with us.”

The kitten stretched out its paws, almost as if it had understood her, shifting to nestle more closely against the comforting swell of her cleavage. He watched as it pawed fruitlessly at her golden necklace, attempting to catch the opal stone pendant within its tiny claws.

Never had he ever expected to find himself envious of a stray kitten.

As Runa allowed the kitten to burrow closer, she laughed; a light, joyous sound; and Heinrix felt something deep within him clench uncomfortably tight. He stared at the creature, which gazed back at him in turn with inquisitive eyes.

The kitten knew exactly what it was doing.

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#i'm apparently physically incapable of writing less than 1000 words #of course it had to be a kitten.#thank you so much for the ask holy <3 #rogue trader #rogue trader fic #heinrix van calox #oc: runa von valancius #otp: the interrogator and the consigliere #heinrix x von valancius #heinrix x rogue trader #ask game #my fics

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changingplumbob · 3 days ago

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Day Sixteen - Kara Group 2/2

Evie is happy to see that the date for today is at a small park, nice and quiet.

Deanna: When you were a kid did you enjoy school?

Evelyn: I'd say so! Once I got to high school was when I started worrying about fitting in and all that. But when I was a young kid, we could all just play around without caring about much else

Deanna: Right! Like there wasn't worrying about being cringe or awkward, everyone just played

Evelyn: And read! There were so many great books when I was a kid

Deanna: When you were little did you have a dream job?

Evelyn: I wanted to be a librarian. I think a small part of me still wants to, actually. As a kid, I wanted to be just like them since they were so kind to me. Now.. I think it'd be nice to help kids the same way those librarians helped me

Deanna: That sounds nice, you're definitely in the right degree for it

Evelyn: Did you have a dream job?

Deanna: I wanted to be a pirate

Evelyn: Aww, how cute! Growing up in the city, I was always so curious about the beach and water. I definitely get the appeal of being a pirate, but I'd probably get too homesick haha

Deanna: Same! I love my family, did not think it through

Evelyn: My family is great, I'm lucky

Deanna: Any particular childhood memories with them?

Evelyn: My brother Avery was in the hospital once, and when he got out, my dad excused us all from school for a day at Myshuno Meadows. It was just so much fun spending time with my whole family. It's not a particularly special memory, I dunno, but I remember it as a really happy day

Deanna: I have some days in my memory like that. Nothing world shattering happened sure, but you got to spend time with the people who loved you

After the date we head back to the villa where it is once again skill time! Will contestants focus on short term needs or play the long game with their study choices?

Mariela and Sarah both chose to focus on comedy, using the computers to research and improve their joking skills. Arista figured it was time to learn some logic and read a book on the subject. Nicola decided to look in to rock climbing for future saftey, while Evie focused on the wider umbrella skill of fitness. Kennedy had a go at one of those new flashy video games, they didn't have many of those on the ranch.

While contestants are busy Deanna works on grilling a treat for dinner. Time to see how she felt the date went.

Devin: De! What's for dinner

Deanna: Ribs

Devin: Nice. How did you find the date went today

Deanna: Yeah, not too bad. I had a lot of fun chatting with Evie and getting to know her. She seemed a little tense about the park being a new public place but I think she handled it well

Devin (voiceover): How was it

Evelyn (voiceover): I had a really good time *blushes* adoring Deanna for sure

Evelyn also became our first contestant to max out the friendship bar! More details later about how this will be rewarded in a way that still leaves her room to improve and benefit from other interactions.

Rather than heading to the dinning room for dinner contestants are asked to put on their active clothes and head out. They arrive at the local spa where they are greeted by Deanna and... someone else.

Deanna: Thanks for coming everyone. I know that this round must have been stressful. Meeting new people, competing, trying to decide if I'm worth staying for. That's why we're here with my best friend Reece, this guy. He is an outdoors loving genius with a desire to spread zen so he's going to lead us through a guided meditation

Reece: Hello. I look forward to meeting you all properly later. For now follow me to the meditation garden. It's outside but in the shade so we won't need to worry about sunburn

Reece led the group through a meditation, successfully lowering heart rates and ensuring everyone was in a good mood for the rest of the evening. Before going in the spa however, one more surprise. Deanna had grilled up a picnic for everyone!

Ribs it was! A nice grilled meal before a proper relax. Deanna divided her time. Initially she sat at the table talking with Kennedy, Arista and Mariela. Halfway through she moved to the stacks of pillows to chat with the rest of the group. Everyone seemed in good spirits.

Heading in to the spa everyone got a face mask! They were assigned to either relax in the sauna, relax in a massage chair or get a proper massage as their first activity. Autonomy was toggled on full from the moment the meditation ended so contestants had some time to chat or further pamper themselves. Remember, if they do not win a date from the upcoming cast challenge then this will be their last opportunity to talk to Deanna before the commencement ceremony. Reece is also around but friendship gained with him will not be judged.

Nicola and Sarah both started off with massages! For an unkonwn reason when Sarah spun in to a robe her hair changed, but fear not. After the massage it went back to normal. Kennedy, Mariela, Evie and Deanna relaxed in the massage chairs first, letting their worries slip away. Arista spent her time waiting for a massage talking to Reece, finding him pretty funny. When Kennedy was finished in her chair she found Arista attempting to order a drink, but unfortunately the bartender was leaving…

While Sarah practised yoga the other contestants headed downstairs to chat and speculate about what the whole cast day might be. Mariela and Arista shared a special hug, bonding over how much the lighting did not favor their complexions. Overall I think this group enjoyed their time together, we'll have to wait and see if any of them share a group next time.

@abbysimsfun, @ashubii, @pixeldistractions, @ravingsockmonkey, @sanitysims, @sleepyselkiesims

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sunsetcurveauto · 3 days ago

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Niko Sasaki, #8, Goalkeeper

An excerpt from the popular exy blog, Don't Be Daft:

Outlook So Far, So Good

Any casual exy fan knows the sport originates from Japan. Any respectable exy fan knows the ULF Ghosts have a goalkeeper who hails from the same country.

Like her teammates, Niko Sasaki's route to ULF was paved with obstacles—but this wasn't the case at its inception. Sasaki was born in raised in Osaka, Japan, three hours or so from the site of the birth of exy. As such, Sasaki was quick to join a youth exy team as a goalkeeper. Years flew by, and she became quite formidable in her position, her father a steady source of encouragement. Thus was her life until, in her mid-teens, her father passed.

Soon afterward, the decision was made for Sasaki to move to America to put some space between herself and the death of her father. Though intended to be for her betterment, the loss of her father took a toll on Sasaki. She lost motivation to complete coursework at the boarding school she attended in Port Townsend, WA, then lost motivation to attend school at all. Without her father's morale to keep her afloat, Sasaki eventually lost the joy she once had for exy, too.

However, this did not mean exy had fully left her life. Sasaki moved out of the boarding school and into a rented room in town, owned by Jenny Green, the local butcher and then-part-time Port Townsend youth exy coach (the latter of which, I have been emphatically told to clarify, was born out of financial necessity and boredom). When the two caught wind of each other's involvement in the sport, Green asked Sasaki to tag along to practices in an assistant-manager-type position—which primarily consisted of inventory and child wrangling—but some habits are difficult to quit. Green noticed Sasaki absentmindedly landing shots in empty goals during water breaks, and was promoted to coach Sasaki as well (casually and time permitting, as I have also been requested to clarify).

As Sasaki neared what would have been the end of her senior year of high school, Green was offered a position as an assistant coach at ULF. Green responded that she would accept the offer, on one condition: Sasaki also be signed onto the team.

"I'm still a little rusty, and I have a lot to learn," says Sasaki. "But I'm so excited to be returning to the game I grew up loving—and with new friends who want the best for each other, no matter what."

#wow i didnt realize how much i yapped here. bone app the teeth ig lol #niko sasaki #dead boy detectives #dead boy detective agency #all for the game #aftg #the foxhole court #tfc #tina talks #dbd mb #aftg mb #my mbs #shes so renee to me. its probably just the hair but my point stands #i didnt plan for this but happy anniversary!!

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vibratingskull · 21 hours ago

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Hi dearest first I hope you're fine 💗

I am so excited to see you opened your requests

Can I ask for Thrawn×reader. She is one of his best officers at the chimera, but she tends to try and stay away from him because she is afraid he will figure out what she hides.

She was actually born with a defect in he eyes she has red eye(yes, purposely red because chiss has red eyes ...) and because of that, she was treated like a monster by others and everyone thought her to be some kind of demon, including her family from a young age(she is originally from a very homogeneous human planet)

So she has learned to hide it she wears eye contact and keeps a pair of sunglasses at reach . But what if she helps Thrawn in a battle and he ends up finding out.

Sorry if it's too long or you don't like to ignore me. Again, I hope you are well.

I dear anon 💗 I'm fine thank you 💗 I am excited to open them back once again, I missed writing for my blueberry husband!

°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･Thrawn x F!reader°❀⋆.ೃ࿔*:･

Tags: Pre-relationship, space battle(mentionned), Thrawn interest is picked, fluff

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You wake at the sound of the alarm. The Chimaera is under attack!

You jump into your uniform and frantically search for your contacts, but a huge tremor makes you reconsider. Putting on contacts when the ship trembles so much is a sure way to get hurt! You open your drawer, put on your sunglasses and run into the corridor, fighting your hair into the reglementary bun.

You rarely use your sunglasses, because you usually have the time to put on your contact lenses, giving you cute (color) eyes instead of their ‘natural’ red.

If you can even call it natural.

You sprint with your colleagues, each gaining their posts throughout the entire ship. Everyone knows where to go and what to do; the Chimaera is a well-oiled machine, Grand Admiral Thrawn made sure of it.

“Hey girl!” Karyn greets you, running with you, “What’s with the sunglasses?”

“Oh, hum, I have light sensitivity issues.” You lie on the fly.

“Since when?” She asks, furrowing her brows

“Recently. I think I am developing migraines.” You improvise.

“Oh Frost! Don’t get one on the bridge, we need you at full capacity!”

“Yes Ma’am!”

You don’t know who was guarding the bridge during Grand Admiral Thrawn and Karyn’s absence, but they’re going to get it, precipitating the Chimaera into battle like that! You enter the bridge to discover the officer leading the bridge in complete panic, trying to coordinate all the teams and offer real opposition to the attacking forces.

“Senior Captain, report!” Karyn demands.

They spin toward you, visibly stressed.

“Commodore Faro! Commander (F/n)! They came out of nowhere! I did not have time to-”

“Report, Senior Captain!” Karyn barks.

“5 freighters, 3 corvettes, and 7 cruisers Ma’am. They embushed us.”

“The rebellion?”

“More probably a local Pirate gang.” You intervene, looking at the screen, “The location is a bit too perfect for an ambush, clearly they know the area well. The formation is also very peculiar, they remind me of...”

“The Anzati?” Karyn completes.

“Precisely.” You nodded, “That’s going to be a problem, those are not simple Pirates like I first thought.”

“What are they then?” The Senior Captains asks, trying to calm down.

“They are hunting for food.”

“...That’s all?”

“We are the food in this precise moment.” Karyn explains, “This is an humanoid species that eats intelligent races’ brains.”

“Oh... Oh Kriff! Oh Maker! What should we do?”

“Fight back, obviously.” You simply respond, “hold on until Grand Admiral Thrawn is ready.”

“Where is he? Why is not here already?” They panic

You and Karyn look at the Senior Captain who really should take some anxiolityc.

“He is getting ready. Do not question a Grand Admiral.” Karyn reprimands them harshly.

“... Yes Ma’am, sorry Ma’am.” The slowly calms down, taking big breath.

This one is too young to be a Senior Captain already. They are not ready for leadership yet.

You observe all the screens, the bridge is well enough lit for you to see despite your sunglasses. You take your chin between your fingers, deeply thinking.

“So what do we have?” Karyn demands the bridge

“A freighter and a cruiser down, Ma’am.” Pyrondy announces.

“Good. Send me all the data and their trajectories, I want an entire scan of their group and the list of their weaponry, stat!”

"Commodore, how are things presenting?” A deep, regal voice rises behind you.

Grand Admiral Thrawn appears, finishing buttoning his sleeve.

“I am sorry for my lateness. I see you are handling things.”

“Two ships are down, we still have 13 to go.” She explains, “Ranging from simple freighters to armed Cruisers.”

“A thorny problem, but not a world-ending situation.” Thrawn philosophically notes, sitting down in his commanding chair, “That will be a welcome exercise for our ensigns. Commander (F/n), tell me what you’re seeing on the screen.”

“An Azanti formation, a tight one. They are moving into a scissors formation.”

“Azanti? Interesting.” Thrawn thoughtfully says

“Interesting problematic, or interesting amusing?” Karyn asks, reviewing the data on her datapad.

“Amusing, obviously.” You add with a grin, “Nothing is problematic against the Grand Admiral Thrawn.”

“I appreciate your faith in me, Commander (F/n). Let us hope it is not misplaced.”

It isn’t

You’ve learned to trust your Grand Admiral... peculiar techniques and strategies, but his results are immaculate! You have yet to see him defeated once.

Those Azanti may feed on brains, but they will need to put theirs upside down if they hope to win against Grand Admiral Thrawn

“If I may suggest, Sir. Our sensors detect an important quantity of gas emanating from the nearby planet. Cracking a match here would make for a beautiful show.” You notify him.

Thrawn nods.

“Glad to know at least my Commodore and my Commander are level-headed before an enemy.”

The Senior Captain cringes, trying to make themself invisible by not looking at Thrawn directly.

“Noted, Commander. Let’s offer our guests a flamboyant welcome in the Empire’s territories.”

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You open your eyes with a groan of pain.

What the hell just happened?

You were ordering the crew, sending data to Thrawn, and evaluating the evolution of the battle when... a Blackout in your brain occurred.

You look around to discover the bridge in shambles, people on the ground and whimpering, screens fuming and broken, a new alarm blaring off.

And you understand.

They threw one of their ships at you.

And you hit your head.

“Get up, Commander (Y/n), the battle is not yet over.” A large hand grabs your arm to help you to your feet, “Help gather the wounded and... Your eyes.”

You spin your head towards Grand Admiral Thrawn, disheveled and with a bleeding cut at his cheek, still holding your arm, fixing your face, squinting at you in controlled surprise.

Your sunglasses! They are on the ground!

You tear yourself from Thrawn’s grip and grab your glasses, hurriedly putting them on in a panic. You spin toward your superior and stand to attention in the same movement.

“Gathering the wonded, Got it Sir!”

And you run away!

Frost!

Frost! Frost! Frost! Frost!

You managed to keep the secret for so long! And especially from him!

You ring the Med teams and direct them to the scene. When you sneakily look back at your Grand Admiral, he is leading the rest in the battle, already forgetting you.

Good.

You help the Medics to clear the victims from under the rubble and fallen stations. The last wounded ensign is evacuated, and a Medic grabs your arms.

“You are bleeding from the face, Ma’am. We must examine you.”

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You are lying in your bed in the medbay, in a privatised room, courtesy of your rank. You scroll through your datapad, remotely working. You could not help for the rest of the battle, but you can always operate the support teams and technicians for the repairs.

You are sending the last group when a knock on your door can be heard. You hurriedly put back your sunglasses on when Grand Admiral Thrawn entered.

“Commander.” He greets politely

“Grand Admiral.”

“The Medic in charge told me your wounds were not dire. You should be up in no time.” He approaches the bed, hands clasped behind his back, looking as regal as ever.

You note with amusement that he took the time to coiff back his hair and dress the cut of his cheek.

“Good.” You nod, “I do not like remaining inactive.”

“Inactivity is a breeding ground for complacency.” Thrawn agrees, “How do you feel?”

“Shaken up, but I’ll get over it.” You promise your superior.

“I know you will.” He notes, sitting down on the stool next to the bed, “You are one of my most precious elements, I need you operative as soon as possible.”

“Dutily noted, Sir.”

You both remain silent for a moment. You clear your throat, a bit uncomfortable. Thrawn visiting his wounded officers is nothing out of the ordinary, but he usually stays at the footboard and leaves rapidly.

But you kinda guess why he remains this time.

He turns his head to you, looking into your eyes through the smoky glass, back straight as ever.

“Your eyes are of a peculiar color.” He finally drops

“I would appreciate you keep it a secret, Sir.”

“Understadable. Bad memories?”

“A lot. Traumatic ones. I don’t want to relive them.” You slouch

His gaze lowers to the cover of the bed, like he was thinking for a bit, before rising back to face yours.

“I was surprised.” He reveals.

“Yes, that is not a common color in humans.”

“No. I was surprised you were able to keep it a secret for so long, especially from me.”

You smile a bit sadly.

“I am one of your most precious element.”

He chuckles slightly.

“I guess you are indeed.” He clasps his hand on his lap, “Have you investigated how this red eye color could have happened?”

“Not a lot.” You shrug, “Our safest bet is that I inherited the genes from both my mother and father. We theorise that aliens with red eyes crossed paths with their ascendants centuries ago and mated with them, and the gene is recessive.”

“... Could those aliens be...?” He asks before falling mute, closing his expression

“Chiss?” You complete, “Maybe. It is a possibility.”

He nods, looking down as he rubs his hands pensively.

“That would be quite a coincidence.”

“It would, yes. That’s why I was... torn.”

“Torn?” He frowns.

“About you.”

He raises an eyebrow, mildly amused at your insolence.

“I wanted to get to know you better, to maybe learn about my possible ancestry. But I did not want to get exposed, and you would have pierced my secret in one hour flat.”

“Is that why you took care to always evade and avoid me, Commander?”

You wince.

“It was that visible?”

“To me it was.”

“I am sorry, Sir. I meant no disrespect.”

“None taken, Commander. You always took your job seriously and successfully led your missions, so I let it fly.”

“Thank you.”

“But if you still wish to learn about your possible ancestors, you know where to find me (F/n).”

You look at him incredulously.

“... You would?”

Him, revealing to you the Chiss ways? Their civilisations and rules? He who always kept them secrets even to the Emperor?

“Yes. You may be part of my home, the only one I ever knew. I think it is beneficial to know where we come from.”

“... Thank you Sir.”

“And I am curious about you.”

Your eyes round up in surprise.

“Sir?”

“Not everyone is able to hide a secret from me for so long. You intrigue me Commander (F/n). I want to know you better.”

You cannot help but feel your cheeks getting on fire. And as Chiss can see heat signals of the body, he definitely sees it.

Wich worsens it even more.

“I am not forcing you into anything, Commander.” He lets you know soothingly.

“I know! I know, Sir... I am simply surprised. You are such a secret man.”

“Maybe... You will learn some of my secrets, one day? Who knows what fate has in store for us.”

You nod, your entire face on fire. You lower your gaze before his, too embarassed.

“Would you allow me to see your eyes again?”

You raise your head.

“Sir?’

‘”I just want to see them again for a minute. Would you allow it?”

You grab your sunglasses with an hesitation and take them off.

Grand Admiral Thrawn dives into your gaze, looking thtough your soul, exposing your inner self before him

You gulp.

“They are beautiful.” He lets you know thoughtully.

The fire of your skin worsen.

You always kept a distance between you and him, but a part of you was undeniably attracted and seduced by that man! You always remained away from him, but your soul and heart were yearning to know that mysterious chiss.

And now he wants to know you better and casually compliments you? Phew! Your heart can’t take much more!

You feel about to burst.

He grins.

“I am overstepping my current position, I should leave. I wish you a good rest, Commander. We will see each other. Very soon...”

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sillylilsquid · 2 days ago

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𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔣𝔢 𝔭𝔱. 2

♥︎summary: part two of something like safe. after surviving the fallout of old wounds and violent confrontations, you and thanos find yourselves tangled in something deeper than friendship. wherever you are, he's there too and that's enough. ♥︎trigger warnings: au, no squid game. afab!reader, au!Thanos, nam gyu being the silly wingman, sexual themes, mentions of stalking/blackmail(nothing in depth, just implied), suggestive photos, oc thanos. minors dni!! 18+ 6.7k words

A few months later

Things didn’t snap back to normal. Healing wasn’t linear. Some days were better than others. But lately…you were having more better days than not.

You’d started going to therapy. You never told Thanos the details of your sessions, but you didn’t have to–he noticed. In the way you started eating regular meals again. The way your apartment no longer looked like a battlefield. The way your laughter came easier, louder.

You even started sleeping again, real sleep–not the kind soaked in alcohol and emotional exhaustion.

Thanos had stayed close through all of it. Quiet when you needed quiet, teasing when you needed laughter, fierce when you needed fire. The two of you weren’t together, not in the official sense–but the line between best friends and something more had never been blurrier. He called you baby more often than he used your name, kissed your forehead like it was instinct. You curled into his chest like it was home.

You didn’t talk about what you were. But you knew what he was to you: a lifeline.

Still…even with all that, the past had a way of creeping back in.

The messages hadn’t stopped.

Blocked number after blocked number. Different voicemails. Cryptic comments on your old photos. And every time, it shook something loose in your chest. You never answered. But you saw them.

You never told Thanos. Because you knew what would happen if you did.

Thanos had bought tickets for you and him to see a band at one of the small, local venues. He was always making sure you got out of the house to do fun things with him. The energy was electric. Music pounding through the floor, lights flashing, the crowd swaying like one giant heartbeat. It was the first time in months you’d felt free.

Thanos stood behind you, hands resting lightly on your hips, swaying in time with you. Every so often, he leaned down, murmuring something in your ear just to make you laugh. His breath on your neck, the heat of his body–it was grounding.

“I told you this’d be good for you,” he shouted over the music.

You smiled, nodding. He was right. You hadn’t felt this light in a long time.

That was–until you saw him.

Across the venue. Near the bar.

The man.

Your blood ran cold. He was leaning against the counter, drink in hand, scanning the crowd. And then his eyes locked with yours.

He smirked. You froze.

The moment didn’t last long–because Thanos noticed. He always did.

“Hey,” his voice dropped, hands tightening on your waist. “What is it?”

You couldn’t speak. Just turned your head slightly, eyes wide. Thanos followed your gaze.

And when he saw him–when he realized who you were staring at–you felt his whole body go tense.

“Are you fucking kidding me,” he muttered.

You grabbed his hand instantly. “Thanos. No. Please don’t.”

But he was already moving.

“Thanos, stop–please, just ignore him. Let’s go somewhere else–” you were pulling on his arm, trying to get him to turn back, but he wrenched free.

“You’ve been getting messages again, haven’t you?” he snapped, voice rough. You blinked, startled.

“What–”

“Haven’t you?” he growled, turning on you. “I fucking knew it. You didn’t say anything because you knew I’d lose it. Right?”

“Because I don’t want this!” you yelled. “I just want it to be over!”

Thanos didn’t wait for a reply. He shouldered his way through the crowd, fast and furious, until he was standing toe to toe with the guy.

And the man–smug, cocky bastard–just laughed. “Oh, this again?” he said, taking a sip of his drink. “You’re still playing bodyguard? Jesus, dude. Get a life.”

Thanos didn’t speak. He swung.

The punch was brutal–cracked across the guy’s jaw so hard it sent him reeling into the bar. Glass shattered. People screamed. The music faltered.

You shoved your way through the crowd, heart pounding. “Thanos, stop!” You grabbed his arm, but he was too far gone.

The guy lunged back, trying to tackle him. Thanos caught him mid-swing, slammed him into the edge of the counter. “You think this is a game?” he snarled, grabbing him by the collar. “You think you can fuck with her and walk away?”

“Thanos!” You were yelling now, panicking. “Security’s coming–please, you have to stop!”

He turned, wide eyed, chest heaving. “Why are you still defending him!?”

“I’m not! I just–I just want you to be safe!” your voice cracked.

But it was too late. Security was already swarming in, grabbing Thanos by the arms, dragging him back as he cursed and shouted.

“Get your hands off me–he’s the one who should be getting thrown out!”

You could barely think. You followed him out, stumbling into the cool night air as Thanos ripped free from the guard, pacing like a caged animal.

He turned to you, rage still burning in his eyes. “He’s still messing with you. Still sending shit. And you didn’t tell me?”

“I just wanted to forget,” you whispered, voice raw.

He stared at you, breathing hard. Then, softer–broken–he said, “I’m trying to protect you, babe. You think I’m gonna let him keep haunting you like this?”

“I know,” you whispered. “I know. But I’m scared.”

Thanos stepped forward, gently cradling your face in both hands. “You’re not alone. He’s not going to touch you. Not again. I’ll make sure of it.”

You leaned into him, trembling. The city swirled around you, the noise, the lights–but in that moment, all that mattered was his hands on your skin, his voice grounding you.

Thanos was pacing now, fists clenched, jaw tight, still riding the high of adrenaline and fury. You were trying to keep it together, trying to breathe, but your heart was pounding so loud it echoed in your ears.

You kept your voice low, afraid of setting him off again. “Let’s just leave, okay? We’ll get in the car, go somewhere quiet–”

But then you heard a voice behind you.

“Hey.”

You froze. Slowly, like in a nightmare, you turned.

There he was. The guy.

Out on the sidewalk, walking toward you with his hands raised like he was trying to look innocent, like he was the victim here. There was a bruise blooming on his jaw, blood at the corner of his lip–but his eyes were sharp, cocky.

“Can we just talk?” he said, glancing between you and Thanos. “You really gonna let him get away with that? After everything we had?”

Your stomach twisted violently. “Leave. Now.”

He stepped closer anyway. “C’mon baby. Don’t act like I’m the villain–” And then, his hand reached out. Fingers brushed your cheek, moving toward your hair.

That was all it took.

Thanos moved like lightning.

He shoved you back, hard enough that you stumbled a few steps out of the way, and then he lunged. His shoulder slammed into the guy’s chest, sending him crashing to the pavement. He didn’t wait–he was on top of him in an instant, fists flying, a snarl ripping from his throat.

“You don’t touch her,” Thanos growled, his voice barely human.

The man tried to push off, but Thanos was bigger. Stronger. Angrier. Blow after blow landed, raw, brutal, unforgiving.

“Thanos!” you screamed, scrambling toward them. “Stop–he’s not worth it! You’re gonna get arrested–!”

But he didn’t hear you. Or maybe he did, but didn’t care.

You heard the sound of someone calling 911. A girl nearby shouted, “Someone get security–he’s gonna kill him!”

You dropped to your knees, grabbing Thanos’ arm, trying to pull him off. “Thanos, please! You’re scaring me!”

That made him pause. Just for a second.

His breathing was ragged, knuckles bloodied, eyes locked on the man’s face–split lip, swollen eye, blood smeared across the concrete.

Then you heard it.

The sirens

They were close. Too close.

Thanos stood up slowly, fists still clenched, chest heaving. He didn’t look at anyone but you. Just you.

His voice was low, guttural. “He touched you.”

You nodded, tears in your eyes. “I know. I know, baby. But you can’t go to jail for me. Please.”

You reached out, cupping his face, your hand trembling. “You have to breathe. Look at me. Please.”

Thanos stared at you like you were the only thing keeping him tethered to the earth. Slowly–slowly–his breathing started to steady.

But the flashing lights were already painting the street in red and blue.

Two squad cars screeched to a halt near the curb, doors flinging open. You backed up instinctively, your hand still wrapped around Thanos’ wrist, trying to anchor him.

“Hands where I can see ‘em!” one officer barked, flashlight blinding as it swept over the scene.

Thanos didn’t flinch. He just lifted his hands slowly, blood smeared across his knuckles, chest still rising and falling like he hadn’t come down from the high yet.

You stepped in front of him, panicked. “Please–please, he was just protecting me–he didn’t start it!”

Another officer was kneeling beside the guy on the ground. “Can you hear me? What’s your name? Did he do this?”

The man moaned dramatically, clutching his ribs. “Yeah,” he coughed. “Yeah, he attacked me. Outta nowhere.”

Your stomach dropped.

“He was harassing me–he touched me first,” you said quickly, voice rising. “He came up to me, tried to hug me–Thanos just stepped in to protect me!”

“He was the one who put hands on her,” Thanos said, his voice gravelly. “You want my statement? Start there.”

“Step back,” the taller cop ordered, putting a hand on your shoulder to move you aside as another officer approached Thanos, already pulling hand cuffs. “Sir, you’re being detained for assault. You have the right to remain silent–”

“No–wait,” you pleaded, heart hammering. “Please, he didn’t do anything wrong–he was defending me!”

The guy on the ground gave a smug groan. “Yeah, well maybe next time tell your boyfriend to keep his fists to himself.”

Thanos lunged.

It was only half a step, but the officers immediately shoved him back, forcing his hands behind his back more aggressively this time. His eyes never left the man on the ground.

“I should’ve done worse,” he growled.

The officer twisted his arm tighter. “That’s enough.”

“Thanos!” you rushed forward again, panic spiking as they began walking him toward the squad car. He looked back at you, his jaw tight, blood on his teeth from where he’d bitten the inside of his cheek.

But his eyes–they softened when they met yours.

“I’m fine, babe,” he said, voice low. “Don’t cry.”

Your vision blurred anyway. “This is my fault.”

His head shook, firm. “None of this is on you. Don’t ever think that.”

The officer opened the back door of the car. “Ma’am, we need you to stay back.”

“No!” you shouted, voice cracking. “You can’t just arrest him! That man assaulted me, he’s been harassing me for months–check my phone! Check the texts!”

One of the officers paused at that, eyeing you more seriously now. “You have messages?”

“Yes,” you said quickly, pulling your phone from your pocket, fingers fumbling as you opened the thread. “Voicemails. Texts. Photos. He tried to blackmail me. He threatened me. He’s the one who should be in handcuffs.”

The officer’s expression changed. “Show me everything.”

Another approached with a notebook. “We’ll need a formal statement. If this man’s been stalking and threatening you, that’s serious. It changes everything.”

You looked over your shoulder.

Thanos was already in the back of the cruiser, head tilted against the window, a resigned look on his face. Like he thought this was the price he had to pay.

You turned back to the officer. “He didn’t attack a stranger. He protected me. He stopped the guy who’s been haunting me every time I try to move on.”

The officer nodded. “Alright. Let’s take this one step at a time. But if what you’re saying holds up, that man might be spending the night in a cell instead of your friend.”

Your heart thudded.

You turned back toward the car, eyes locking with Thanos through the glass. “I’ll fix this,” you mouthed.

And he gave the smallest nod, the barest curve of a smile. Like he believed you.

You spent hours at the station.

Giving your statement. Handing over screenshots. Voicemails. Photos you didn’t even realize were still sitting in your gallery like little landmines. It was exhausting–reliving it, naming it out loud. But you did it. For yourself. For him.

Thanos had been taken to holding while they sorted everything out. They kept him longer than you expected. His name raised flags. Past charges–DUIs, drug possession, public intoxication. He’d been in and out of trouble before, and they didn’t want to take any chances.

But when the toxicology came back clean, when they saw the messages from your stalker, when it was clear Thanos hadn’t come looking for a fight but responded to a threat–they let him go.

Just a fine. No charges pressed. No record added.

When they finally brought him out, his knuckles were bandaged, his hoodie rumpled, his expression unreadable.

You didn’t say anything. You just crossed the lobby and wrapped your arms around him, holding on like he was the only real thing in the world.

“Hey,” he murmured, arms slowly curling around you. “Told you I was fine.”

But his voice cracked on the last word.

You pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes swimming with relief. “I was so scared,” you whispered.

He brushed your cheek with his thumb, the gentlest touch, like he couldn’t believe you were still there. “Yeah,” he said, voice rough. “Me too.”

The ride home was quiet. Not heavy. Just tired.

But underneath it all, there was something else. Something stronger. Unshakable. Like the two of you had been through the fire and came out still holding hands.

And neither you were letting go.

The car was dark and quiet, the streetlights passing slow flickers as Thanos drove with one hand on the wheel and the other resting palm up on the console–waiting.

You slipped your hand into his without a word.

Your body was heavy, heart still running on the memory of sirens and shouting, but his touch grounded you. Familiar. Safe. You scooted closer in the passenger seat, practically curling into him, your head resting against his shoulder.

Thanos didn’t say anything at first. He just squeezed your hand, his thumb brushing slow circles against your skin.

A few minutes passed like that–comfortable silence–and then, in a voice barely above a whisper, he said, “I shouldn’t’ve lost it like that.”

You blinked, lifting your head slightly to look at him. “Thanos–”

“I mean it,” he cut in, jaw tight. “I saw red. I didn’t care who was watching, what it looked like. I just wanted to hurt him.” His grip on the wheel tightened. “I could’ve made things worse. For you. For me.”

You didn’t say anything.

Because you knew how hard that was for him to admit.

The man who never apologized. Never second guessed himself. Never let anyone see him sweat.

You squeezed his hand tighter. “I’m glad you were there.”

Thanos shook his head, eyes still locked on the road. “I’m not proud of tonight.”

You leaned closer, tucking your face into the side of his neck. “Doesn’t matter. I still feel safe when I’m with you.”

That made him exhale, a shaky, uneven breath. His fingers curled tighter around yours.

“You hungry?” he asked after a long pause. His voice was quieter now, like the edge of his anger had dulled into something else. “I was thinking pizza.”

You nodded into his shoulder. “Only if you order extra cheese.”

He huffed a quiet laugh, reaching for his phone at the next red light. “Yeah, yeah. I got you.”

The pizza box was open between the two of you, slices half eaten, grease stained napkins scattered around the bed. A movie played in the background, one neither of you were really watching.

You were curled up against him, legs tangled under the blanket, head resting on his chest. He was absently running his fingers through your hair, and for once, he wasn’t saying much.

Neither were you.

Until, softly, you whispered, “I thought they were gonna take you away.”

Thanos didn’t move, but his fingers stilled for a beat. “Yeah,” he murmured. “I thought so too.”

Your throat tightened. “I don’t think I would’ve handled that very well.”

He turned his head, resting his chin on your crown. “You’re stronger than you think.”

“Not when it comes to you.”

He was quiet for a long time after that. Then his voice, rough but sincere, cut through the silence.

“I don’t know what this is,” he said. “You and me. But whatever it is…I’d burn down the world for you.”

You sat up slightly, meeting his eyes in the dim glow of the TV. “I don’t want you to burn anything down.”

“I know,” he said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “But if I had to…I wouldn’t even hesitate.”

You leaned in, pressing your forehead to his. “You don’t have to. You’re here. That’s enough.”

His hands found your waist, thumbs brushing over your skin beneath your shirt–his shirt. “Still,” he whispered, “you ever feel unsafe again, babe? You tell me. Don’t keep it to yourself.”

You nodded, eyes glossy. “Okay.”

“Promise?”

You swallowed. “Promise.”

Thanos pulled you back into his arms, burying his face in your neck. You stayed like that until the credits rolled, the city quiet around you, the world finally giving you both a moment to breathe.

And maybe for the first time in a long time…sleep came easy.

You woke up to the smell of something warm and buttery drifting through your apartment.

Thanos.

You blinked, still curled in bed beneath a mountain of blankets. The soreness from last night lingered like a bruise–more emotional than physical–but there was something comforting about waking up and knowing he was still here.

Padding bearfoot into the kitchen, you found him at the stove, wearing nothing but sweats and the ugliest apron–the one that said “Kiss the Cook, He’s Sad and Hot.”

You blinked. “You’re wearing that?”

He glanced over his shoulder. “What, this?” He wiggled the ruffled apron string at you. “I think I look good.”

“You look like you lost a bet.”

He smirked. “I lost a lot of things last night. My dignity. My temper. My shot at being a law-abiding citizen.”

You snorted and leaned against the counter, watching as he flipped a pancake with way too much confidence. “You’re ridiculous.”

“And you’re in love with me.”

The words hung in the air like static.

You rolled your eyes to deflect, but the heat that crept up your neck betrayed you.

He didn’t push it.

Instead, he slid a plate toward you, stacked high with pancakes, fruit, and a little smiley face drawn in whipped cream.

You blinked at it. “What the hell is this?”

“A peace offering,” he said, serious now. “For making you cry last night.”

You sat at the table quietly, picking at a blueberry. “You didn’t make me cry,” you mumbled. “Everything else did. You just…held me while I broke.”

Thanos leaned against the counter across from you, arms crossed over that stupid apron, watching you like you were still the most delicate thing in the room.

“I was thinking,” he said slowly, “maybe you need a day away from it all. From the city. From everything.”

You glanced up. “Yeah?”

“Yeah. So I packed a basket. We’re going on a picnic.”

Your brows rose. “You…planned a picnic?”

He looked mildly offended. “I can be romantic.”

“I don’t even think we’re dating.”

He didn’t respond. Just turned, grabbed a water bottle off the counter and muttered, “Not yet.”

It was warm out. Breezy. The kind of day that begged for forgiveness and new beginnings.

Thanos had driven you out to some secluded field just outside the city–tall grass, wildflowers, birdsong in the trees. A faded blanket spread out beneath the sun, a basket between you filled with snacks and drinks you didn’t remember buying.

The two of you lay side by side, arms brushing, legs tangled, just…existing.

He handed you a strawberry. “Open.”

You did, reluctantly, and he popped it into your mouth, smug. “There. My good deed of the day.”

“You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, here you are. Lying next to me. In love.”

You smacked his arm, laughing, but your stomach twisted at the word. Because you were. And you didn’t know how long you could pretend you weren’t.

He was looking at you then–really looking. The kind of look that felt like a hand around your ribs, like he was about to say something that would undo you both.

But instead, he whispered, “You ever think about what it’d be like if we weren’t just…whatever this is?”

You froze.

Then, quietly: “Yeah. I do.”

A beat.

“Do you want that?”

Your throat went dry. “I want a lot of things I’m scared to say out loud.”

His fingers brushed yours.

You turned your head, met his eyes in the sunlight. “I want you to kiss me right now.”

And he did. Slow. Careful. Like he was afraid to break you–but desperate to try anyway.

When he pulled back, his voice was barely audible. “We don’t have to define it yet. But you’re mine, babe. One way or another.”

You curled into his chest, eyes fluttering closed. For once, the silence wasn’t heavy. It felt like a beginning.

Things didn’t change all at once. But they did change.

There was no dramatic confession. No official “you’re mine” conversation. It just…happened.

Thanos still never used the word boyfriend. You never pushed for labels. But the way he looked at you, touched you, showed up for you–everyone knew. Especially you.

He started keeping snacks he didn’t like at his place because you did. Started leaving his clothes in your closet. Started saying our bed instead of my bed.

And you? You started smiling again.

You’d started going back to work part time. Started painting again. Started waking up without dread pressing against your ribs. Started texting him first. Started laughing at his dumb jokes like you used to.

He noticed. He noticed everything.

You dragged him to the fair after he complained about the heat and “people being gross,” but he ended up winning you a giant plush bear and fed you funnel cake off the tips of his fingers. You ended up making out behind the bumper cars like teenagers.

One rainy day at your apartment, you made a pillow fort. He pretended to hate it. But he stayed in it with you for five hours straight, watching trash TV, kissing the back of your hand whenever you looked sad.

Thanos would take you to the bookstore every time you finished reading a book. One so he could make fun of the smut you liked to read, and two so he could see your face light up when he pulled out his card and told you to buy whatever you wanted.

And then, one night–he breaks.

You were in his apartment, curled up on the couch in one of his shirts, when he got the call.

He didn’t say much–just “Yeah,” and “Okay,” and “Thanks for letting me know.”

When he hung up, his face was blank.

You sat up slowly. “Thanos?”

He ran a hand over his face, and for a second, you saw it–the fracture. The crack forming down the center of him.

“My dad died,” he said flatly.

Your breath hitched. “Oh.”

“We weren’t close,” he added quickly, too quickly. “He was a prick. Treated me like shit growing up. Never called. Never showed up. Last time I saw him, he told me I was a disappointment.”

You move closer, placing a hand on his arm.

He didn’t flinch. Didn’t look at you..

“I think…” you said gently, “I think we grieve the things we wanted, not just what we had. Maybe you didn’t lose a good father. But maybe you lost the chance for him to ever become one.”

His eyes burned. And suddenly, he looked so young.

He let you pull him into your chest. He didn’t cry. Not really. But he clung to you like he might fall apart if he didn’t. And for once, you were the one whispering, “I got you, babe. I’ve got you.”

You stayed like that for hours. No words. Just warmth.

The day of his father’s funeral was an interesting one.

You didn’t ask questions when he showed up at your place with tired eyes and a duffel bag slung over one shoulder. He didn’t speak much–just handed you coffee, leaned against the wall while you grabbed a sweater, and murmured, “Can you come with me?”

You nodded. No hesitation.

He drove in silence, one hand on the wheel, the other resting on your thigh like he needed the contact to stay grounded. The road twisted through rural streets, open fields, and finally–an old house.

It was smaller than you expected. Plain. Worn. The yard was dying and the mailbox was crooked. But the curtains were clean, the porch light on.

And when the front door opened, a woman stepped out. His mother.

She was smaller than him–shorter, wiry, pale like she’d once been soft and never quite healed from it. Her eyes landed on you first, curious and cautious, then flicked to Thanos.

“I didn’t think you’d actually come,” she said quietly.

Thanos gave her a curt nod. “I said I would.”

Her gaze returned to you. “And this is…?”

“My girlfriend,” Thanos said, smooth as anything.

You linked–but didn’t say a word. You knew better than to correct him. Not right now.

His mother’s eyes narrowed just slightly, but she didn’t press. She stepped aside and let you both in.

The service was short. Cold. A few spoken words. An awkward eulogy. You stayed close to Thanos the whole time, your hand in his, your shoulder against his arm as he stared ahead like he was watching a screen instead of burying a man who never really saw him.

He didn’t cry.

But he was shaking by the end of it.

Back at the house, his mother lingered in the kitchen, making small talk with distant relatives and neighbors, sipping coffee she didn’t really want. You stood near the hallway, waiting–until Thanos touched your lower back and said, voice low and rough, “Come upstairs.”

The room was smaller than you expected. Faded posters still clung to the walls. The same narrow bed was there–fresh sheets, but still old. A desk with a crooked lamp. A mirror that had seen things it couldn’t unsee.

Thanos closed the door behind you. Locked it.

He didn’t speak.

He just grabbed your face and kissed you.

Desperate. Hungry.

Like he was trying to climb inside you just to get away from what he was feeling.

You gasped against his mouth, hands flying up to clutch at his shirt. He walked you back until your legs hit the bed, and then pushed you down with a low groan, following you immediately, mouth dragging down your throat.

“I can’t think when I’m around you,” he muttered, his voice hoarse. “Can’t breathe. I just–fuck–I need this.”

You nodded, breathless. “Take it.”

That was all he needed.

Clothes were half off, half ruined, your dress bunched around your hips, his slacks undone and shoved down just enough. He didn’t bother with slow. Didn’t tease. Just lined himself up and slid inside you in one rough, achingly perfect thrust.

You gasped–sharp, breath hitching–and he bit down on your shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Fuck, babe–” he whispered, “you feel so good. Always do.”

His hips rolled into you with a rhythm that was hungry, not rushed. Like he needed to savor every second but couldn’t stop himself from grinding deeper, harder. His hand slipped under your thigh, hiking your leg up to get closer.

“This room was hell,” he growled, thrusting deep. “But you–you make it feel like something worth surviving.”

You whimpered his name, nails digging into his back. He caught your mouth with his again, swallowing every moan, every shiver.

“You gonna let me forget everything else?” he whispered, forehead pressed to yours. “Just for a while?”

You wrapped your arms around his neck, lips brushing his. “I’m yours. Right here. Always.”

He kissed you like he was trying to breathe through you. And when he came, it was with your name on his lips, buried in your skin, holding you like the world was ending again.

You were curled into his chest, his hoodie draped over your bare shoulders. The hallway outside was quiet–no voices, no clinking dishes. Just the two of you, wrapped up in a moment that felt stolen, secret.

He kissed the top of your head and whispered, “Thanks for coming with me today.”

You looked up at him. “Thanks for calling me your girlfriend.”

Thanos smirked, eyes still heavy-lidded. “Gotta give her something to talk about.”

“Mmhm,” you murmured, curling closer. “Well…she doesn’t know you just railed me in her guest sheets, so I think we’re still being respectful.”

Thanos laughed quietly. And then he kissed you again.

Because if the past had to live in this house…then so did this moment. And you? You were the one thing in it worth remembering.

Later that week

Thanos was in the shower, the sound of rushing water echoing faintly through the apartment while you lounged on his couch, wrapped in one of his shirts, a half eaten slice of pizza dangling from your fingers.

His phone buzzed on the coffee table.

You glanced at it instinctively–muscle memory.

Not snooping. Not really. Just…looking.

The screen lit up with a name you knew all too well: Nam Su. Who you knew Thanos pretended like he could never remember that his name was actually Nam Gyu. The one who always chirped him for being soft about you.

The preview showed just enough to be dangerous.

Nam Su🥴

lmao ur so far gone. u gonna tell her or just keep letting her sleep in ur bed like ur not in love with her?

Your heart stopped. The phone went dark again. Your brain went static.

You stared at the black screen like it might offer an explanation. Like you hadn’t just seen those exact words

You.

Love.

Her.

Nam Su🥴

honestly it’s kinda sad. she clearly wants u too bro. ur both idiots

Your breath caught in your throat. Your entire face flushed warm. Your pulse was everywhere at once–your neck, your wrists, behind your knees. You set the phone down like it was radioactive and leaned back against the cushions, wide-eyed and buzzing.

Holy shit.

Thanos liked you.

Not just liked–love, if Nam Gyu wasn’t exaggerating. And you hadn’t been imagining it. The looks, the touches, the jealousy, the sex. It wasn’t just heat. It was something real.

You pressed your hands to your face, heart thudding.

He had no idea you’d seen it.

When he came out of the shower–towel slung low on his hips, hair dripping, freshy warm and smug as ever–you were already tucked into the couch with a blanket up to your chin and the most suspiciously innocent smile on your face.

He raised an eyebrow. “What.”

You shrugged way too fast. “Nothing.”

He narrowed his eyes. “You look guilty.”

“I look cute,” you corrected, trying not to vibrate off the furniture. “Shut up and come cuddle me.”

Thanos huffed but didn’t argue. He dropped down beside you, pulling you into his chest, lips brushing the crown of your head like always.

But this time?

You were melting inside. Because he didn’t know that you knew. He didn’t know that every time he touched you now, your heart would race for a new reason.

That you’d tuck that secret close to your chest until the time was right.

That you were his, just waiting for him to say the words.

And maybe–just maybe–he was already yours too.

You were in his kitchen, barefoot in one of his band tees that hung off your shoulder, standing on your tiptoes to reach the cereal cabinet.

Thanos walked in, still shirtless, hair a wet mess from toweling off, looking like a goddamn problem.

He leaned on the counter and watched you struggle, arms crossed over his chest. “You know I put it up there to see you do that, right?”

You glanced over your shoulder. “That’s deeply misogynistic.”

“And yet you’re still reaching.”

You rolled your eyes, grabbed a spoon, and walked past him, smacking his bare stomach on your way. “I could end you.”

“Could you?” he muttered under his breath, grabbing a mug from the shelf. “Because I feel like last night, you were–”

You whirled on him, cereal bowl in hand. “Don’t finish that sentence.”

He grinned, smug and unrepentant. “Not even gonna lie–I had no idea the sound you made when you–”

“Thanos!”

“I’m just saying.” He took a sip of his coffee, eyes glittering with mischief. “If you’re gonna fake hate me, you’ve gotta stop moaning my name like a prayer.”

You stared at him, heart pounding. Not because of the teasing–he did that every day. But because you knew now. You knew he had feelings. That it wasn’t just physical. That it wasn’t just heat. That somewhere under all this fire and banter and smug little smirks was a man who loved you.

And he had no idea you were walking around carrying that knowledge like a loaded gun.

You set your cereal down, leaning against the counter opposite him, arms crossed. “You’re lucky I like you.”

His gaze softened for just a second. “Yeah?”

“Yeah,” you said, nose scrunching. “If I didn’t, you’d be six feet under by now. Murdered in your sleep. Real tragic.”

Thanos chuckled, stepping closer, arms sliding around your waist. “You’d miss me.”

Your face burned. “Would not.”

“You would,” he said, lips brushing your temple. “You’d cry. Like, real tears. Snot and everything.”

“I don’t ugly cry.”

“Babe,” he whispered, kissing the corner of your mouth. “You sobbed when the cartoon dog in that movie died.”

You smacked his shoulder and shoved him away, laughing. “Shut up! That dog was pure.”

He grinned, grabbing your cereal bowl and stealing a spoonful before walking off like he hadn’t just left you a melted puddle on the kitchen floor.

You stared after him, lips twitching. God, you were so gone for him.

You should’ve known better.

The second Nam Gyu suggested a horror movie double feature and Thanos immediately agreed, you should have known you were walking into a trap.

You hated horror movies.

You didn’t just get scared–you embarrassed yourself. Hiding behind your hands, squeaking at jump scares, clinging to the person next to you. (Which was, conveniently, Thanos).

Nam Gyu and his newest girlfriend sat a few rows ahead, already cracking jokes, tossing popcorn back and forth as the trailers started. You and Thanos had taken seats a little farther back–darker, quieter.

Safer.

Or so you thought.

The movie started–loud, dark, unnerving–and within the first ten minutes, you were already tense, your body practically folded into yourself. You hated the anticipation worse than the scares.

Thanos noticed. He always noticed.

At first, it was small.

A hand on your thigh, thumb stroking slow circles. A nudge of his knee against yours. A soft chuckle against your ear when you jumped the first time something grotesque splattered across the screen.

“You good, babe?” he murmured, voice low and teasing.

You glared at him. “You suck.”

“You love it,” he whispered.

And then he was kissing you–slow, careful–when the next gory scene flashed, shielding you from the worst of it. His hand slid higher on your thigh, fingertips brushing under the hem of your skirt in featherlight, maddening touches.

You whimpered against his mouth, body burning, heart hammering louder than the movie’s soundtrack.

“Focus on me,” he said, voice almost a growl, lips brushing yours between words. “Just me.”

You did. You forgot everything else.

You kissed him back like you were starved, fingers fisting in his hoodie, trying to pull him closer. His palm slid under your thigh, squeezing, dragging you subtly toward him in the dark. If anyone noticed, you didn’t care. For those two hours, the whole world was just him–his mouth, his hands, his voice in your ear.

You barely made it into his car before you were on him.

The second he unlocked the doors, you shoved him into the passenger seat and climbed into his lap, kissing him fiercely, straddling him like you didn’t care who might walk past.

Thanos groaned into your mouth, his hands immediately finding your hips, pulling you flush against him. “Fuck, babe–”

“Shut up,” you whispered, dragging your hands through his hair. “You did this. Deal with it.”

He laughed–low and wrecked–before grabbing your thighs and rocking you down against him. You gasped at the friction, grinding into him desperately.

The windows were already starting to fog up when the passenger door suddenly swung open.

“Well, damn,” Nam Gyu’s voice cracked out, somewhere between amusement and horror.

You yelped, falling off Thanos’ lap in a mess of limbs and mortified screeching. Thanos just sat there, grinning, completely unbothered.

Nam Gyu held up his phone, laughing so hard he was wheezing. “Got it,” he crowed, showing you the picture he’d snapped–blurry, half shadowed, but unmistakable: you straddling Thanos, his hands all over you, the two of you completely lost in each other.

“You’re dead,” you hissed.

“You’re welcome,” Nam Gyu shot back. “Finally some evidence. I’m framing this shit.”

Thanos leaned back in the seat, arm draped lazily over your shoulders. “Might as well get a good one next time,” he muttered under his breath, kissing your cheek.

You buried your face in your hands, groaning as Nam Gyu wandered off cackling. But even through your embarrassment, you felt Thanos’ hand find yours again.

And you didn’t let go.

Sometime Later

You never made it official.

No hard launch. No anniversary. No change in titles or big conversations under the stars. There was no “will you be mine?”–because the answer had always been yes, long before either of you said it.

It just happened.

Like breathing.

Like muscle memory.

Like him.

Where you went, he followed. Not because he had to–but because he wanted to. Because he couldn’t not.

And when he disappeared for a while–out for a smoke, or just driving to clear his head–you always knew where to find him. You’d show up at whatever corner of the city he’d wandered to, like your pulse was synched with his. You knew what music he’d be listening to, what mood he’d be wearing. You always brought his drink the way he liked it–half sweet, a little ice, never decaf.

Your friends stopped asking.

“Where’s Thanos?”

“Wherever she is.”

And they were never wrong. Because it was in the little things.

His toothbrush in your bathroom. Your hoodie in his laundry.

The way his hand found your lower back automatically when you crossed the street. The way your fingers fixed the collar of his shirt when he wasn’t looking. The way he brought you pancakes when he knew you didn’t sleep, and the way you held him when he got quiet about things that still haunted him.

You never needed to say what you were.

Because it was written all over you–in the way he watched you when he thought you weren’t looking, in the way you smiled into his shoulder when he laughed, in how the world always felt steadier with him in it.

Your friendship had evolved–not into something new, but something deeper. Something patient. Fierce. A love that didn’t need fireworks to be real. A love that simply was.

Maybe one day you’ll call it what it is.

But for now?

He’s yours. And you’re his. In every way that counts. Thanos always made you feel something. Something like safe.

And that’s more than enough.

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Kink Madness: Round 6

Marking vs Size Kink

Also known as Walter vs Walter. We're back to the Power Division for this round and it's a good one. The first one is Walter Hale from The Trouble with Girls and the second one is Walter Gulick (part 3! Find parts 1 and 2 here) from Kid Galahad. Enjoy! Don't forget to vote and reblog!

Warnings: 18+ minors DNI, smut obviously, there's some biting/giving of hickeys, and reader is pregnant in one.

Marking: Walter Hale

You've been with the Chautauqua (and Walter) for almost a year now. He picked you up in a small town in Ohio when you helped him organize a local substitute act for his show. The way you handled everything with grace and a little too much charm caught his attention and he hasn't looked away since.

Not until today, that is. There's a new dancer in the vaudeville act and she's too pretty to be safe. You watch as he compliments her legs and thanks her for bringing in customers. He's genuinely just thrilled to be making money, but in your head and your heart, you can't imagine he's not going to leave you for her. At first, there's a pang of sadness at the thought of losing him, but that pang catches fire and becomes a smoldering pit of anger pretty quickly. How dare he?

So what do you do? You find the group of college boys and lay it on thick, just close enough to him that you know he can see you. They're bewildered, turned on, and more than a little terrified that the boss man’s girl is flirting with them, but they soak up your energy like little sex-deprived sponges.

“So which one of you is the best kisser?” You giggle and bat your lashes and they trip over themselves to answer you. Yale is the loudest.

“Now honey, how would we know that?” Walter’s eyes narrow as you giggle and stroke the young man’s arm. Rutgers speaks up.

“Yeah, sweetheart. We don't exactly kiss each other!” He laughs a little too loud.

“Awww you're tellin' me you've never had a girl kiss all of you?” You bite your bottom lip and Walter's teeth clench around his cigar. The boys all laugh nervously and shake their heads. Now it's Princeton's turn.

“You volunteering, baby?” He licks his lips as you blush and boldly reaches up to tuck some of your bobbed hair behind your ear. That's when Walter materializes over your shoulder.

“You enjoyin’ yourselves, fellas?” Their eyes go wide and they stutter anxiously, trying to assure him they weren't doing anything inappropriate. But you're not ready to give in, so you double down. You turn and look him dead in the eyes and giggle.

“We were just debating who was the best kisser among them.” His lips curl into a dangerous smirk.

“So I heard. Did you figure it out?” All four of the guys shake their heads wildly. Amherst manages to respond.

“N-no sir! We were just talking. Just talking. That's all.” Walter doesn't take his eyes off of you.

“Why don't you boys go find something else to do?” They scatter like roaches, leaving you there alone with him. “What are you up to, kitten?”

You turn to him lazy and slow, your eyes meeting his. “Oh, I don't know. How's the new dancer?”

He growls low in his throat. “She's a real moneymaker. Is that what this is about?”

“You sure seem to like her.”

“You sure seem to like the college boys.” There's a couple of moments where you just stare at each other before he grabs your arm, not hard enough to hurt but strong enough to let you know he's in charge. “I think you need to remember whose you are.”

He pulls you towards his tent and you follow along without a fight. This is the first time you've really challenged him and you're not sure how he might respond. He pushes you in in front of him and then closes the tent behind himself.

“Walter, I–”

“No, kitten. You don't need to speak.” He brushes your bottom lip with his thumb. His hands travel lower and he undresses you, not unkindly, but also with an authority that you don't contradict. When he's got you naked, he sets you on the desk in front of him, still fully dressed in his white suit. He leans in and kisses you hard and deep, pulling back only after he knows he's wrecked you. “You know you're mine. And I'm yours.”

You open your mouth to speak and he puts his finger on your lips again. Then he leans forward and sucks on a place on your collarbone. You moan softly as he works, obviously trying to leave a mark. When he pulls back, he admires the purple bruise.

“Think I'm gonna mark you up good, kitten. Remind you who you belong to. What do you think of that?”

“I–”

“That's what I thought.” His hand on your lower back causes your body to arch as he sinks his teeth into the flesh under your breast.

“Oh! Walter!” He licks the spot gingerly, satisfied with his handiwork.

“Lay back, kitten. Let daddy work.” You obey, laying back on the desk as he moves down your body, sucking and nipping as he pleases. He bites your inner thigh hard and you whimper and moan.

“Daddy, please…”

“Hush, kitten.” He moves to the other side and sucks on the spot hard enough to leave another bruise. “I want you to look in the mirror and know this body belongs to me. Just like I belong to you.”

“Y-yes, daddy.”

“Good girl. Now get on your knees.” You scramble off the table and into position in front of him. He unzips his white pants and frees his aching cock, one hand under your chin and the other holding himself as he lays the tip against your bottom lip. “Open up.”

You do as you're told and he pushes the head of his dick into your mouth. He moans low and deep as you take him into your throat, pressing your nose into the patch of hair at the base of him. “Good girl. That's my kitten.”

He groans, taking a fistful of your hair as he thrusts slowly into your mouth. You moan around him, you center dripping wet as you suck him off.

“That's it, kitten. Who do you belong to?” He pulls his cock out to let you answer.

“You, daddy.”

“That's right.” He caresses your chin and then moves his thumb up to your cheek as he pushes into your mouth again. “So good, kitten.”

You lick and suck him deeply, bouncing on him as he moves his hips slowly against you. He groans and then pulls out of you, standing you up and turning you to bend over the desk. You feel him tease your entrance and whimper.

“So wet for me, kitten. Those other boys make you wet like this?”

“N-no. Just you, daddy.”

“That's what I thought.” He wraps his hands around your hips and pushes into you from behind. “You take me so well, kitten.”

You moan and push back against him. He holds you still, his fingers grasping you in a bruising grip. “I'm gonna make sure you remember this. Gonna mark you up good, let you remember that you're mine.”

He pumps into you harder and harder and you're sure you'll have bruises on your hips in the morning. You feel your climax start to close in and moan desperately. “And not just on the outside. I'm gonna fill you with me until it drips down your thighs while you try to work. Whose are ya, kitten?”

“Yours, daddy! Oh!” Your legs shake as your orgasm crashes into you and you cum hard on his dick. He grunts with the sensation of your pussy squeezing him.

“That's right. And I'm yours. All. Yours.” He punctuates each word with a thrust and then slams into you hard, his cock pulsing as he fills you with himself, spilling so deep. He holds you still for a second, before pulling out and standing you up against his chest. You feel his cum start to drip and squeeze your thighs together. “That's it, kitten. Feel that? Are you mine?”

“Y-yes. I'm yours, Walter.” He turns you to face him and grabs your chin.

“You gonna flirt in front of me like that again?”

“No, daddy. Never again.”

“Good girl. Put your dress back on. We have work to do.” You nod and pick your dress up to slide it back over your head. Before you do, though, he brushes his thumb over the marks he's left on your body. “Mine.”

You whimper and slide your dress back on. He helps you straighten and smooth it and then kisses your forehead. “You know I love you, kitten. You're my girl. No vaudeville dancer is gonna take that away from us. You trust me?”

You look up at him for a second and then think of the marks he's left on your body. “Yes, Walter.”

“You love me?” There's a hint of vulnerability in his voice and you realize he's just as scared to lose you as you are to lose him. You take his face in both hands and kiss his nose.

“I love you so much.” His face breaks into a smile. “And if I forget, I've got a dozen marks and you sliding down my thighs to remind me.”

“Good.” He slaps your ass and kisses your neck. “We've got a show to run. Come on, kitten.”

The marks on your body ache a little in the best way possible and you nod.

“Yes sir, boss man.”

“Careful. You keep talkin’ like that and I'll start all over again.”

“You promise?” He chuckles.

“You bet, kitten. Any time.”

******

Size Kink: Walter Gulick

You've only been married six months and you're already pregnant. It didn't take Walter long to fill you up good at just the right time. He'd been dying to do it since the first time you were together anyway. And now you're here, trying desperately to find a pair of pants you can zip or a dress that doesn't show your growing bump.

You're standing in front of the mirror about to cry when Walter comes in from his job at the garage.

“Baby, what’re you doin’? You okay?”

“No! I'm huge. None of my clothes fit. And I hate it.” You try to pull your pants closed again to demonstrate what you're saying and then sigh deeply, your throat thick with tears.

“Ya look good to me, babe. I like you rounded out a little. It's sexy.” He walks up behind you and runs his giant hands over your belly and you cringe.

“I was so tiny when we got together. I feel like a whale.”

“Honey, you're still tiny.”

“No I’m not.” You look down at the floor and try not to cry.

“Yeah y’are. You need me ta prove it?”

“How you gonna do that?” He leans in to whisper in your ear, like he can't stand for anyone to hear what he's about to say.

“With this big cock.” A shiver runs over your body from head to toe. You lean your head back against his chest and he knows you're saying yes. “Lemme show ya.”

In a second, he has your bra, pants, and panties off and his finger on your clit. You moan softly as his other hand finds your breast and gives it a gentle squeeze.

“Look at how big my hand is on ya, baby.” He looks at you in the mirror and your eyes drift to where he's touching you. You really do look small with his hands covering you. “Don't even need clothes. I can cover all of ya with just my hands.”

And then he does, with one hand hiding your pussy and the other arm across your breasts. You gasp a little and he grunts. “My tiny little thing.”

He pulls back just long enough to get himself naked behind you, dwarfing you where he stands with your head leaned back on his chest. You can feel his massive cock where it presses against your ass and lower back. “Put your hands on the mirror and watch, baby.”

You do as you're told, leaning forward to take hold of the framed glass, and then look down between your legs. His dick is enormous where you can see it through your thighs. He teases your entrance with the head of it, his knees bent. “Gonna fill you up so good, baby. Make you see how tiny you are with this cock inside you.”

“Walter!” You moan and blush. He's never talked this dirty before and it's got you dripping in anticipation. You whimper as he starts to push into you, spreading your legs to try to give him more room.

“See, honey? Your little pussy can barely take me. Look.” You watch in the mirror as his cock stretches you slowly. Even after almost two years of fucking him, it still takes a while for him to fit inside you all the way. He gets within an inch and moans loudly. “So tight and tiny, baby.”

“I don't know if I can– OH GOD.” He snaps his hips and rams the last inch of himself up inside you and you almost collapse against the mirror.

“Did I hurt ya?” You look at him over your shoulder in the glass and his eyebrows are pulled together in concern.

“Fuck, no. Walter. Jesus. You're so big.”

“Am I big or are you small?” He leans in to kiss the back of your neck and your shoulder, pulling out and then filling you again in once smooth motion.

“I'm not sure, but goddamn it feels good.” You moan and arch your back as he starts to slide in and out of you in a steady rhythm.

“You're small, baby. Just a tiny li’l thing. Taking this cock so well.”

“Fuck.” He smiles and blushes behind you in the mirror. You can tell he's outside his comfort zone talking like this, but some part of him is really enjoying it. His hands hold your hips in a bruising grip as he pumps into you from behind. You watch in the mirror as he moves in and out of you.

“See? I told ya. You're so pretty like this, honey. Round with my baby and still so small. You like it baby?”

“Y-yes… I love it… it's so good.” He continues to drive into you from behind, using his hands to pull you back onto his dick, your eyes almost crossing from the sensation of being stretched so well.

“And you see that you're so little?” You can tell by how his voice deepens that he's getting closer to his climax. Your orgasm is gathering in your hips too and you can barely respond.

“Yes… so… fuck… tiny…”

“Good. Now cum for me baby. Cum on this dick.”

“W-Walter! Ohhhhh!” You groan and squirm as your release blazes through you like an electric current.

“Good girl. Now it's my… turn… fuck.” You gasp and look at him in the mirror. He's never cussed before. But you don't have long to ponder it as he slams into you and pumps his seed into you. You feel him twitch as he does and then his breathing slows and he pulls you back against his chest. “Tiny li’l thing. Mine.”

You giggle a little and reach back to run your fingers in his hair.

“Who are you and what have you done with my husband?”

“Still me, baby. Just wanted you to know how bad I want you. How much I love you. Was that okay?” You giggle again.

“Walter, that was better than okay.”

“Good. Now will you believe me when I say you're tiny? And no matter how big you get, you'll always be small to me.” He wraps his arms around you and presses his lips to your neck.

“Yes, baby. I believe you. And I love you more than anything.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. My tiny little thing.”

“Yours, Walter. Always, always yours.”

******

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