#this isn't me trying to get sympathy. if you feel that fine

[navybrat817]

Feeling in a mood today. Would you consider some angst with Bucky? You can ignore!

I feel like angst isn't my forte, nonnie, but I'll try?

Stood Up

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Summary: Bucky asks you out on a date and doesn't show.

Word Count: Almost 1.2k

Warnings: Angst, sadness, insecurities, embarrassment

A/N: This may get a Part 2. ❤��� Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated!

You chose a simple black dress for your first date with Bucky. It wasn't too dressy or over the top, but still nice enough that you hoped it caught his attention. If the sight of you could put a soft smile on his face and warmth in his stunning blue eyes you'd consider it a win. Maybe he'd even tell you how beautiful you looked.

But your date was supposed to start almost an hour ago, and he still hadn't arrived.

You perked up when you looked toward the door, only to feel disappointed yet again when it wasn't Bucky who walked in. Checking your phone, you scrolled back through the messages. You had texted him earlier in the week to be on the safe side and he confirmed all of the needed date information; date, time, restaurant. You arrived at the right place at the right time on the right date. It was all you looked forward to this week.

You thought Bucky was looking forward to it as well since his last message was, “Can't wait to see you, doll.”

The sergeant looked almost nervous when he asked you to grab dinner with him. You were pretty sure he ran a hand through his hair three times before he got the question out. But the way his eyes lit up when you said yes, it was a look you’d never forget.

“It’s a date,” he had smiled, your heart fluttering. “Maybe we can go dancing after? Or we can dance in one of our apartments? Or we can play it by ear.”

“I’ll wear my best dancing shoes.”

You were trying to stay optimistic that he would show, but the knots in your stomach tightened when you realized he still hadn't replied to your follow up messages since you got to the restaurant. Did he have to take a last minute mission and couldn't let you know? Was he just running late? Or did he simply change his mind about the date?

“Where are you, Bucky?” you whispered, praying he wasn't hurt or worse.

The server cautiously approached your table once you set your phone down. “Is there anything I can get for you?” she asked.

“Oh, I’m fine,” you forcefully smiled, gesturing to the untouched glass of wine in front of you. “I’m still… waiting,” you added, your voice cracking on the last word.

A look of pity crossed the server’s face. Maybe you were imagining it, but you felt other eyes on you, too. You didn't want their sympathy or anything else for that matter. “Please let me know if you need anything.”

You managed a nod and nothing more, your eyes burning as you blankly stared at the menu. It didn't make sense. Bucky wasn't the kind of man to stand someone up. He wouldn't leave you in the middle of a restaurant by yourself without a good reason. Right?

Your hands shook when it went past the hour mark and you typed one more message to Bucky. “I’m still at the restaurant and worried since you aren't here. I hope you're okay.”

It took another fifteen minutes for it to finally sink in that Bucky wasn't coming. As much as you didn't want it to, it hurt. So much. Luck wasn't on your side when it came to relationships, but you thought this would be different because, well, Bucky was different. You should've known better though. You should've known him asking you on a date was too good to be true.

The server made eye contact with you across the room and quickly made her way over when you took out your wallet. “Oh, that glass is on the house. Unless there's anything else I can get for you?”

“Oh. Um. Thanks.” The gesture brought tears to your eyes, and you wished you could bury yourself in the ground then and there. “I don't need anything else, but I still owe you a tip for taking up the table for over an hour,” you said, leaving some cash on the table and giving her one last smile as you stood up on shaky legs. “Have a good night.”

“Ouch. Stood up. Been there before.”

“Oh, shit. I think she’s crying.”

“Poor thing. She was sitting down before we got here.”

The whispers from the patrons were practically screams in your ears as you left, and you had to steady yourself once you got outside. The cool air did nothing to soothe you, and wiping your cheeks didn't stop the tears from falling. Humiliation aside, your heart ached. Putting yourself out there wasn't easy, but this sort of rejection hurt more than a firm “no”.

Worry seeped in because you didn't want to believe Bucky would do this on purpose. What went wrong? Why didn't he show up? There had to be a reasonable explanation.

You dialed his number, your heart stopping when his voicemail popped up after a few seconds. “Hey, this is Bucky. Leave me a message.”

You cleared your throat to speak. “Hey. It’s me. I waited for you… at the restaurant, but I guess… I guess you just couldn't make it, so I'm heading home.” You paused to sniffle and prayed he wouldn't catch it if he listened. “Can you just… let me know you're okay? Please, Bucky?” you asked, hanging up before you could say more.

The little optimism you had left faded completely when you checked your messages one last time. The messages had gone from delivered to read. He got them and didn't respond. Not one single word. He just… ignored you.

Maybe everything was fine with him after all and he realized you weren't good enough to go on a date with.

Choking on a small sob, you tucked your phone away. You didn't bother with a cab. The walk could help clear your head. You didn't care if the distance would ruin your shoes. It wasn't like you had anyone to dance with tonight or any other night.

“I’ll be fine,” you whispered to yourself, curling in on yourself as you walked. It hurt, but you’d be fine. You'd suck it up, put a smile on your face, and convince everyone that all was well because that was the way it had to be.

But how would you face Bucky come Monday? You still cared about him, but how would you be able to look him in the eye and hide the hurt you felt from being left all alone in that restaurant? How would you move forward together if he didn't want you?

No, not together. There was no togetherness at the moment since Bucky stood you up. He clearly didn't want you. Maybe he never did and he only asked you out as a fluke or some obligation so people would stop trying to set him up.

You wiped at your cheeks again. The unknown was going to keep your mind racing until he told you why he didn't show. He owed you some sort of explanation.

But tonight, you'd walk home alone with a heavy heart and hoped that whatever Bucky was doing that he was okay.

I need a happy ending for them immediately. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[yourlocalravendork]

✭Feeling overdressed✭

AN: I have been seeing a lot of Sabrina Carpenter/short and sweet inspired fics with Spencer and I wanted to try my hand at one. Summary: After Penelope practically begged the team to tag along, Spencer gets a rather sweet surprise at the concert Cw: very feminine presenting reader, suggestive themes, Singer!reader x Spencer

"And that is why you guys need to come with me," Penelope was practically pleading to Derek and Spencer as they started to head out, "Come on, after that case, don't you think you need a break." Spencer was already very weary. Modern music was certainly not his scene. Almost all of the artists he liked were dead.

"Garcia, this isn't exactly my kind of music," Spencer pointed out. "But you need to spread you beautiful, nerdy wings. Expand into new territory, see other walks of life." Penelope was really trying to sell it to these guys. Derek could see where Spencer was coming from. Your music was far from the kind that Spencer would listen to. However, it would be a nice evening out. "Come on kid, it's just one show. If you don't like it, then I'll buy you a book or something," Derek offered. Spencer thought about it for a few seconds. A new book was tempting. And it was only one evening. "Fine, fine, I'll come along," Spencer finally caved.

Derek and Spencer were not expecting whatever this was. Waiting to get in, they were surrounded by girls. There were a few bored looking boyfriends, shooting them looks of sympathy, but other than that, they were in a sea of women. Derek was in his element. He was winking and smirking at girls that were staring at him, causing them to run off in giggles. Spencer, however, felt like he stuck out like a sore thumb. "I'll go get you guys drinks," Spencer proposed. He just wanted to get out of the loud, packed arena they were waiting in. "Oh no, boy genius, we're not letting you out of our sights. Can't be losing you," Penelope protested, wrapping an arm around his. So the three of them made their way to the bar.

"ID please," the rather bored bartender asked Spencer. Derek was trying to hold back his laugh. Spencer did look younger than he actually was. With a small sigh, Spencer pulled out his FBI badge and showed it to the bartender. "FBI, huh? Impressive." Based on their tone, the bartender wasn't actually all that impressed. It was just small talk, Spencer assumed. Security overheard the word FBI and came over. "FBI?" he asked. Penelope, Derek and Spencer nodded. "We're just here for the show though. None of this is linked to our job," Derek explained. The security guard nodded before telling them to follow him. Penelope was practically buzzing as he lead them into the venue early. "Maybe we need to flash our badges more often," Penelope joked with a very excited smile.

The stadium filled rather quickly and Spencer was very glad they were brought in early. He would not have been able to manage otherwise. Pulling out his little earplugs, he knew he would be overstimulated otherwise. He could still hear everything he needed to, it just quietened all the unnecessary humming. Then the show started. You came running out with a towel wrapped around you before seductively unwrapping it to reveal a baby pink bodysuit. Needless to say, Spencer was not expecting that. "Is she always so provocative?" Spencer attempted to ask Penelope but he was pretty sure his question was drowned out by excited squeels. He was beginning to really feel out of place here, wishing for the comfort of his books.

As the show went on, Spencer found an appreciation in the lyrics. The innuendos and word play was certainly something to admire. He'd had to get over how suggestive your show was, it certainly wasn't something he was used to. It was the third act of the show and security had gathered the three of them and brought them in front of the barrier. Penelope was practically passing out from excitement and Spencer and Derek were confused. Suddenly the noise of sirens filled the stadium and on the screens, Derek, Penelope and Spencer's face filled the screen. "I heard we had some FBI agents with us tonight," You said, eliciting a cheer from the crowd, "And I know that normally it's the other way round but, my god, you're all too hot. I just like, have to arrest you. What's your name cutie?" Spencer felt his cheeks heat up. He was never good at having the spotlight and here he was, in front of thousands. Derek, ever the ladies man, decided that it was aimed towards him. "No, not you, hunk. The guy next to you." Spencer practically froze and if it wasn't for Penelope's nudge, he would've just stood there, gulping like a fish. "Spencer," he called out, his voice shaking a little. "Spencer? Well, I'm feeling really overdressed here, Spencer," And with that, your skirt fell down to show a short skirt. Spencer's cheeks burnt bright red. "That's much better," you said, before one of your dancers handed you a pair of pink, fuzzy handcuffs. "I know, I know you're normally the ones arresting people, but, I mean, you're just too cute, I have to arrest you." You gave him a feignned look of sympathy and handed the handcuffs to security to pass onto Spencer. With your fingers, you made a telephone shape and mouthed 'call me' to him. As he looked down, your number was written on them. Penelope couldn't believe it. Any of it. It was crazy. Spencer was still in awe. You, however, were unshaken and continued your show as always.

"Oh I hear you knocking, Spencer, come on up," you sang and Spencer almost choked on the water he was drinking. You were so fun and flirty, the total opposite of him. And here you were, embracing your sexuality in front of everyone.

If Spencer thought that was scandalous then he was not ready for the next part. "Wanna try out some freaky positions," you sang before running to the end of the stage. You led down, lifted your leg in the air, shot a look in Spencer's direction as you winked and then said, "Have you ever tried this one?" Spencer felt like a victorian husband seeing his wife's ankles for the first time. He wasn't sure how exactly to feel. All he knew was that this was a night he really wasn't going to be forgetting anytime soon. And that he has a phone call he needs to make.

[thebluester2020]

[SDV] SDV Bachelors x Thicc Thighs

Give your thanks to anon!

Summary: Basically what the anon describes above!

Warning(s): A mix of fluff and smut, Outdoors Sex (No one's around though), Orgasm Denial, Rreader is a virgin in Alex's part, A bit of degradation in Elliot's/Shane's parts, All around horny energy, Shane doesn't let the reader cum.

Side Note(s): Now to wait for someone to write the second fourth part of this mini-series(?). The bachelors being obsessed over the farmer's lips 😔

FUCK THIS TOOK SO LONG TO WRITE (Sorry anon T0T)

Elliot

Okay first—Im standing ten toes down when I say that Elliot wouldn't be the biggest into thigh-fucking.

Although he appreciates every single part of your body—grinding himself against your ass or fucking your tits would definitely be more of a turn-on for him, however, I think he'd see playing with your thighs or fucking them as an appetizer/teaser to something bigger.

So hear this idea out—

Elliot deciding to punish you after you spend the entire day teasing him and distracting him from writing. What's worse? You wouldn't let him come within an inch of letting him touch you! From sly touches against his crotch, wearing skimpier clothing than usual, and even bending over in front of him, clearly showing that you weren't wearing any underwear underneath.

If you got to tease him then surely he was allowed to do it back?

So, to get his payback for enduring an entire day of your teasing as well as not being able to get any work done—

He'll simply relieve himself by fucking your thighs.

♡ - “Certainly you didn’t think that your actions wouldn’t have consequences, my darling…”

Elliot currently had you pressed into a mean mating press, your knees threatening to touch your chest as your boyfriend used enough of his weight to keep you pinned and unmoving. Had it been an ordinary day…his cock drilling in and out of your cunt as he whispered words of praise into your ear while his hands ran all over your body, you would’ve adored this position per the usual! Especially with the bonus of being able to see all of Elliot’s expressions, hear every delicious moan and groan he had to offer you. But, after teasing Elliot all day and effectively keeping him from getting any sort of writing done, you were tiring yourself out trying to squirm your way out from underneath Elliot as his cock fucked your thighs, the underside of his dick rubbing against your soaked cunt and lightly grazing over your clit.

It was maddening.

You weren't offered a single speck of pleasure, and every plea to have something fell on deaf ears. "Pleasepleaseplease...E-Elliot—" You tried to sweetly whine to your boyfriend, hoping to garner the tiniest bit of sympathy from him. Yet, Elliot dared to cock his head to the side with a faux confused expression.

"Begging already, my love? For what?" He purred. "I'm right here—" He leaned his head down to press a kiss to your forehead and then to the sides of your lips, purposefully missing your puckered mouth and even going so far as to laugh in your face when you tried to chase after his lips. "—isn't what I'm giving you enough?"

You pouted, your mind torn between attempting to appear grateful and simply telling him that you needed more. "It's...it's fine b-but, can't you at least rub me more...there?"

"Rub you...there?" His thrusts slowed as one of his hands began to tease your nipples, the tips of his fingers barely grazing over your nipples. "You'll have to be more clear, my love...especially when your body is acting as slutty as it is right now." Your cunt clenched at his harsh words, given to you sweetly as if he had said the most heart-warming compliment.

"M-My pussy...rub me more, there..." You gasped when Elliot suddenly picked up the pace, angling his cock to hit your clit even more. And Elliot couldn't help but clench his teeth at the sight, he almost wanted to berate himself for suddenly feeling the urge to be so cruel to his beloved but...scenes from earlier played through his mind like someone was constantly replaying a scene from a movie. The way you'd teasingly press your chest to his body while he was working, and when he was reading one of his novels for inspiration, all of a sudden...there you were! Sitting on his lap and kissing up his neck and face.

Surely you must've felt how his cock throbbed underneath you, begging for your attention.

"You're enjoying this so much Y/N...who knew my spouse was so shameless?" He continued to scold you with a light smirk as he began to lean over you even more, his cock beginning to leak even more pre-cum from his cock as he continued to push and poke at your hard clit. And you were loving it, after being teased for so long, having to endure the bare minimum, the moans that escaped your lips were borderline whorish as Elliot's name combined with pleas for him to give you more left your mouth in droves.

"Ah—!" You cried out. "E-Elliot...! More!"

"More?" He tsked. "Attempt to be a little more grateful, my love. Here I am...touching your needy clit a little bit more like you asked and you dare to ask for more? Especially after the moves you pulled today?"

Through blurry eyes, you looked up at him as a confused 'Huh?' sound left your lips. And he could hardly help the way that the noise pissed him off.

Elliot suddenly grabbed your chin, pinching your cheeks together to force you to look at him a little more clearly. "You seriously don't remember?" Elliot huffed.

"R-Remember wha—oooohhh...!" Your words were drowned out when Elliot suddenly sped up the pace of his thrusts even more, the lewd sound of your slickness in combination with Elliot just barely slipping into your hole threatening to make your eyes roll into the back of your head.

"The way you teased me all day, my love!" Your boyfriend moaned, his words borderline a plea for you to see just how much he was in agony for you to give him something more allllll day. Yet, it seemed like he wasn't getting through to you in the slightest as your body made it no secret that it was thoroughly getting off to his cockhead prodding at your needy clit, as well as teasing the act of slipping into your clenching hole. And as the telltale signs of your orgasm started to appear, an idea popped into Elliot's head.

Why should you be allowed to cum if he hadn't been given the chance? After all, it seemed like that'd be the only way for you to learn.

"Are you close, darling?" Elliot whispered in your ear as his hands helped to part your thighs just enough for his hand to slip past to begin rubbing at your clit. The squeal that released from you made him smirk, your wanton begging for him to make you cum ringing out through your shared bedroom as he rubbed your throbbing clit just the way you liked while he felt his own release begin to steadily build up inside of him at the sight of your face becoming more and more lewd in the face of your impending orgasm.

Your moans started to become higher and higher, your hands rushing to grip the bedsheets for stability as your thighs began to shake and tremble.

And just before you could release—he tore your pleasure right from underneath your nose. Elliot laughed quietly at the confusion that steadily built up on your features, your eyes weakly opening and looking around for a moment before landing on your boyfriend who took himself away form you and released you from your mating press. "E-Elliot...?" You whined. "Why did you—"

"Come now, surely you didn't think it would be that easy for you to cum when this is a punishment for you?"

Sebastian

*Dog girl outfit with thigh-high stockings*

After watching this one hentai featuring a girl dressing up for her boyfriend in a sexy dog-girl outfit (before you two started dating of course!). He's been hooked on the idea, and it's only a bonus that it fits your personality as well!

You're always so bouncy around him, happy to spend even a second of your time in his presence. Anytime he hears your voice, it warms his heart but, when you do it wearing those shorts that hug your thighs juuusssttt right or a skirt that exposes just enough of your thighs. It drives him absolutely nuts.

He felt like a pervert imagining you in the dog girl outfit that he saw in that one hentai.

And when you two began dating, he wanted to ask you so badly if you'd dress up for him! But, him being the sweet boyfriend that he is, one that was absolutely terrified of the idea of your sweet expression being switched for something riddled with disgust if he were to suggest such an idea to you—

He kept it to himself and had planned to until the day he kicked the bucket.

So imagine how shocked (and elated) he was when you surprised him one night with a dog girl outfit. It was as if you were taken straight from the hentai, with fake dog ears atop your head, thigh-high stockings, and cute paws on the bottom of the stockings to boot!

With such a cute display, however...he couldn't resist fucking your thighs.

♡ - Each thrust into your plush thighs made him feel as if he had died and gone to heaven.

When Sebastian arrived home late one night to see you lying on the bed wearing a sexy dog outfit with thigh-high stockings. He had to blink his eyes rapidly to make sure that he wasn't dreaming! The second he had reached the bed and pressed his lips to yours, the rest was history as he felt up every inch of your body. Appreciating every piece of skin available for him to see and feel directly underneath his hands before he reached the main prize and slipped your underwear down to reveal a soaked mess underneath the tiny article of clothing.

After then...it was a no-brainer that he had to fuck your thighs like a man starved!

With each thrust into your soaked thighs, his arms wrapped your legs tightly as if he was the one who needed a lifeline in the face of the sheer amount of pleasure that your thighs were delivering to him, made his head spin as moans utter gratitude and praise left his kiss-swollen lips. "Y-Y/N..." Sebastian groaned deeply, the sounds of plapping echoing throughout your room alongside the barely audible sounds of Sebastian thanking you.

You would've had a mind to ask him what in Yoba's name was he thanking you for if his cock wasn't teasing your cunt jussstttt right. Each thrust of your boyfriend's hips, it was a delicious dice roll between him either hammering his cockhead against your aching clit or him slipping enough of himself inside your hole that made you want to beg for more. However, tonight wasn't supposed to be about you in the slightest.

Your sweet Sebastian thought he was soooo sneaky about his hentai.

And when you had stumbled upon it, peaking through the crack of the door just enough to spot how he moaned out your name to some girl on screen that looked vaguely familiar to yourself. You noted how she wore a sexy dog outfit with stockings that gripped the thighs so tightly that the fat of the skin started to pudge out a little.

It was the perfect gift to give your boyfriend to end the week!

You just hadn't expected him to like the gift this much.

"Sebby..." You quietly moaned to Sebastian, not expecting him to truly respond to you with how lost he was from thrusting his dick out and between your thighs. The way he mumbled incoherently as his face was a deep beet red made you nearly want to beg him to stick his cock in you, the throbbing deep inside your cunt so obvious that, while him practically battering your clit was nice...you wanted more. And what better way to entice him to give you more than to help him along to his orgasm?

"Y/N..." Sebastian tearfully moaned, his mouth threatening to hang open like a panting dog as his tear-filled eyes slowly dragged over to you. "I feel sososososo good—you feel so good—shit!"

You clenched your thighs tighter together, causing your boyfriend to hiss out in pleasure as his pace began to stutter a little in the wake of his orgasm. "So cute Sebastian~" You giggled as you trailed a hand down to your clit to begin rubbing yourself to the sight of your teary-eyed boyfriend, lost in the pleasure of fucking your thighs. And as Sebastian looked over your flushed form, showing a particular interest in how you used your fingers to rub your bundle of nerves gently, his mouth suddenly began to water with the sudden need to taste your cunt.

As much as he loved fucking your thighs...nothing would ever compare to the taste and feeling of your cunt on his lips. The memory helping him manage a few more thrusts before he suddenly stilled with a pitched moan and a few cries of your name as his ropey cum splattered against your stomach.

You steadily took your fingers from your clit as you watched Sebastian come down from his high, only for him to look at you through hooded eyes as he licked his lips. "You didn't get to cum..." His eyes were glued to your soaked pussy, the poor man nearly having a mind to lick his mouth like a hungry dog would its chops in the face of a slab of meat.

"May I?" You couldn't nod your head fast enough.

Sam

If I'm being completely honest, I believe that he has a preference for your pussy. It's so tight and warm that how could he ever have a preference for anything else? It was like it was personally made for him, he practically has an addition at this point!

Therefore, I'd like to think that fucking your thighs wouldn't be his first choice ever.

But if you were both in a hurry to get somewhere but his boner just wouldn't calm down?

He's definitely going for your thighs, and although he thinks the plushness of your thighs is better for resting his head against. The perverted side of him does get off to the imagination that he's doing something dirty when he's fucking you behind your shared farmhouse.

Let's say— something, something forbidden relationship with the farmer's daughter.

♡ - It was hard for him to distinguish between reality and fantasy at the moment.

Of course, he knew that the moment he currently shared with you, fucking you right behind your shared farmhouse was absolutely real. But the imagination of him doing something even dirtier...a forbidden quickie at the risk of being caught by your father was making his cock throb. A perverted part of him wanted this fantasy that was bumping around inside of his head to be real as he pictured you being the cute farmer's daughter while he was the no-good troublemaker out to have you allll to himself.

It seems that he had won.

Like a dog drooling over a bitch in heat, he was currently pressing his front against your back while you braced your hands against the wall of the house, the loud calls of the cicadas hardly doing a single thing to drown out the noises of you and Sam's lovemaking. "F-Fuck baby..." Sam moaned in your ear as he roughly fucked your arms, his arms tightly wrapped around your torso all as he nuzzled his face into the side of your neck.

Despite the blazing heat that came with summertime, your warmth in particular was something he would never shy away from. Your breathless moans and whines for him to 'Go slower' or 'Be more quiet, Sam!' falling on deaf ears as Sam panted roughly into your ear as the back of his abdomen and thighs slapped roughly against your thighs.

"S-Sam...!" You tried to speak through your heavy moans, attempting to sound firm as best as you could to try and get your stupid blonde boyfriend to listen to you. "It's hot out here!" You continued to complain. "Do we really have to—Ooohhh...." Sam would've laughed had he not been imagining himself being balls-deep inside of your pussy. You complained about the heat but Sam thought he was being good in this moment!

"I-Imagine how much hotter it'd be if your pussy was wrapped around my dick, Y/N~" He purred into your ear.

Your pussy clenched at his lewd voice, panting and practically begging for you to let him continue defiling your thighs with his hard cock. His pre-cum coated the middle of your thighs and only continued to spread as Sam thrust out and in from your plush thighs. Yet, you tried to bite the inside of your cheek and remain as firm as you could, you'd let your boyfriend get away with this just this once.

But it really was hot outside!

And there were so many chores to do as well— "Heyyy..." Sam suddenly whined. "Don't space out on me—" You gasped as you felt one of Sam's hands begin to trail up towards one of your tits, the feeling of him beginning to flick and tug at your perked nub making your pussy ooze out even more of its slick onto your boyfriend's cock. And you could almost hear the smirk that steadily came onto Sam's face when he realized how turned on you were getting. "—If you need me to pleasure you more, just say it Y/N~" A sharp moan tore from your throat when Sam changed the angle of his thrusts, directing them more 'upwards' to begin sliding himself more against your pussy and effectively hitting your clit.

Each pleasurable stab stole your breath and sent electric shocks up and down your spine. The combination of the heat alongside Sam's needy whines and pants, as well as the touches of his eager hands making your mind begin to spin. "S-Sammmm—!" You drawled out as a trail of drool began to dribble out the side of your mouth, your eyes threatening to roll to the back of your head as you felt your orgasm begin to sneak up on you.

Although Sam, he knew your body like the back of his own hand.

The way your attempts to scold him began to slow before stopping completely in the wake of your moans, how you tried to press your body closer to him despite originally complaining about the heat...and especially how your moans started to increase in pitch. "My pretty Y/N..." Sam breathed against your neck, almost chuckling before a moan interrupted him as he felt a knot start to wind up in his stomach at his approaching orgasm, his balls tightening at his impending release. "Sosososo pretty—" He stopped when you looked over your shoulder to weakly shoot a glare at him, one that almost made him pause in his thrusts as he suddenly thought he had done something wrong if it weren't for the way you still had that needy look in your eyes.

"S-Stop...talking—" Weakly, you grabbed the front of his shirt before you pulled his lips to you to keep any more words from leaving his lips, causing the blonde's eyes to widen for but a single moment until he quickly relaxed and simply closed his eyes, sinking further into the feeling of you and your lips. And, silently, his imagination once more as, in the back of his mind, he imagined a far cooler setting and you being just as loud, if not louder than he was!

Begging for him to continue dicking down behind your father's farmhouse while he was inside none-the-wiser to the fact that his daughter was being taken by the very same boy that he constantly said was "No good". "Y/N—" He breathed against your lips, his eyes cracking open to admire your beauty even more. "Y/N...Y/N...Y/N—!" He chanted over and over and over again like a man possessed, a willing servant at the whim of his goddess as he hugged your body tighter to his own, his cock throbbing at the sound of your moans getting even higher in pitch before he suddenly felt a gushing sensation against his cock.

Your thighs shuddered against him as he continued to fuck your thighs, only managing a few more thrusts until he suddenly stilled with a deep moan. For a few minutes, both of your minds were foggy with lust and the blissful feeling of post-orgasmic bliss, that is...until you weakly smacked your hand against Sam's arm with a huff.

Sam huffed as he recognized that he was going to get scolded by you about how you missed your chores for the morning or that you weren't able to go fishing as you had originally intended, he hated when you scolded him, the way you looked at him while you were being all lovey towards him was soooo much preferable.

And, if Sam had to fuck you senseless (in the house this time, of course) to avoid being scolded for a little bit longer...he was going to do just that!

Alex

Similar to Sam, he has a preference for your pussy. If Alex is fucking your thighs, it's because he's in a bind and he doesn't have enough time to enjoy your pussy to the fullest.

However—

When the two of you were dating and were still fresh to the scene of being intimate with one another. When the two of you were making out one night and you felt Alex's girthy cock pitching a tent in his pants, you became nervous as hell.

No matter how much reassurance Alex tried to give you, you made it clear that you weren't ready for something as big as him being inside of you just yet.

And he respected that! (+ With you deciding to sleep over at his place, he couldn't imagine the horror of his grandparents overhearing the two of you)

Thus, he turned to your lovely thighs. After a few more kisses and gently sliding your pants off of you, he was all too eager to give you a taste of what he could give you via fucking your thighs as if he were actually fucking your pussy.

♡ - "You're like this just from making out a little?"

You were so wet that it was embarrassing, as Alex hooked a finger to gently pull your panties aside, gently toying and playing with the slick that your virgin sex oozed out. Your already present blush only increased when you began to hear the quiet squelching of your cunt. "You realllyyy sure that you don't want me to fuck you with my cock, tonight?" Alex asked again. You could feel him smirk against the shell of your ear, even going so far as to lightly nip it to elicit a soft gasp from your kiss-swollen lips.

Your mind was foggy from lust, your brain practically tearing itself apart with the thought of what it would be like to have something so big inside of you while you were also afraid of something so big being inside of you!

Your fear won out in the end as you nodded your head. "I-I'm sure..." You whispered, almost ashamed of your answer. Alex quickly reassured you that he wasn't bothered in the slightest by turning your head towards him and pressing a kiss on the side of your mouth. If you were so scared, he'd simply give you a preview of the pleasure he could give you all without even sticking a single finger inside of you. "So cute, farmer." Alex kissed the side of your lips a second time before he started to trail kisses down the side of your neck, his fingers becoming more and more adventurous as he started to play with your throbbing clit while his other hand busied itself freeing his hard cock.

Every single part of you was absolutely mouth-watering to him.

From your tits to your ass, and especially your cunt. One day, he'd like to fuck all of them, make you cry out his name, and beg for him to dick you down like he hated you. But, as he finally freed his cock from his boxers, his dick struggling to stand upright from its own weight, he smirked against your neck at the quiet sound of your nervousness. "No need to be nervous, farmer." He laughed. "Let me fuck your thighs and I'll tend to this needy clit of yours," Your thighs threatened to slam closed when he pressed a single finger against your bud. The pleasure that shot throughout your veins almost blinding as you quickly threw a hand over your mouth to keep a moan from accidentally slipping out.

Cute.

"C'mon..." Alex urged once more. "Close your thighs around my cock." He whispered hotly against your ear.

Slowly, you did as he asked of you and closed your thighs. The feeling of his cock throbbing against your bare sex made your cunt ooze out even more of its lubricant while your bud throbbed so much that it was almost painful. "What—what do I do now...?" You asked the question hesitantly, not wanting to seem that much of a virgin that you didn't even know what to do with a cock even when it was presented to you.

Your boyfriend smirked. "Nothing," He said. "I'll take the reigns from here." Your hand immediately shot to his forearm when his fingers started to rub circles over your clit in tune with him steadily beginning to thrust his hips upwards. Alex leaned back a little, bracing himself with his free hand as he trusted you to hold onto him tightly while he pleasured both you and himself, the sight of your slick started to coat his dick making his mouth water as he started to wish that he was down there, tasting your cunt and committing every reaction you gave him to memory.

For now, he'd gladly settle with this and your current reactions as you squirmed and struggled to keep quiet, all as you grasped onto his forearm as if it were your only lifeline. "A-Alex...!" You breathlessly whispered. "Feels so good..."

"Yeah?" He kissed your neck, slowly speeding up his fingers much to your delight. You bucked further into his touch as your cunt clenched and twitched against the fervent rubbing of his cock. Soon, breathless gasps and whines mixed with deep yet quiet groans started to fill the room, threatening to bounce off the walls as your boyfriend began to fuck your thighs even faster, even harder. The lewd sound of skin slapping against skin began to reach your ears as you could feel Alex's balls hit the back of your thighs while the deep sounds of him groaning your name and raving about how good you felt began to make a strange feeling start to appear in the pit of your stomach.

"Fuckfuckfuck...!" Alex moaned. "You feel so fucking good pretty..." If your thighs felt this good, how would your cunt feel? He wondered.

The imagination of his cock thrusting in and out of your warmth...you could hardly control much less recognize the sounds that left your lips as you wrapped your arms around the back of Alex's neck, nearly biting your bottom lip to the point it bled as you forced each loud moan that wished to escape into the back of your throat. "A-Alex—!" You cried out, small beads of tears dotting your eyeline as the odd feeling of something coming closer made you feel weird. "—s-something...something's coming!" You tried to warn him, the warning seeming to do nothing but make his fingers move against your clit even faster.

"You close?" He groaned against your ear. "Go ahead and cum pretty, I'm—" His hips began to stutter a little at his oncoming release, threatening to nearly bounce you off his lap with how hard he was fucking up into your plush thighs. "—I-I'm close to...r-right behind you..." It was hard for him to keep quiet with how good you felt, and the same went for you as Alex's fierce movements against your clit made you clench and throb around nothing as more and more of your moans slipped out. It was hard to worry about who would hear you when you felt so good, the strange feeling in the pit of your stomach getting tighter and tighter until you threw your head back onto Alex's shoulder with a loud moan of pleasure. "Fuck—!" You just about nearly screamed until Alex slapped a hand around your mouth to try and help control your moans.

Just in time for him to suddenly curl over you, managing a few more thrusts before he stilled, a scorching warmth coating your thighs. The two of you basked in your shared orgasm for a few minutes, panting like dogs in heat.

If things felt that good without being truly fucked with his cock...

You'd have to get over your nervousness sooner rather than later.

Harvey

He loves your thighs. He really does think they're the prettiest part of your body!

Essentially, he's a textbook example of being a master-class level thigh-man. Boobs and ass are fine but the idea of your thighs being around him in some shape or form? That's what gets him off.

Here me out on this though, out of everyone on this list, however? His tastes in fucking your thighs would be pretty basic and obvious.

Not too much kinkiness to it or any alternative motives needed to get him going/finding a reason behind wanting to fuck your thighs. He's the type to simply ask if he can fuck your plush thighs and going at it once you've given him the okay! But—there's one scenario that does get him going.

Fucking your thighs in his office.

So, one night, when Maru had gone home and he was finishing up some paperwork, stressed as all hell per the life of a doctor—

Being the caring spouse that you were, you decided to give him a little encouragement. And the man was secretly over the moon when you lovingly gave him the encouragement.

♡ - "Cmon Harvey…you gotta finish this paperwork so we can go home~”

The pen in his hand was trembling like a lone tree would in the face of a hurricane. When he had said that he needed to stay in his office later than usual to finish up some paperwork, he was warmed at the fact that you wanted to stay with him to keep him company! The light conversation you provided as well as your soothing presence had made for the perfect encouragement to keep his pen moving across his paperwork, anything to help him alongside faster so he could reach his favorite part of the day, resting in you and his shared bed with your fingers running through his hair.

Yet...when you had begun to start touching him, your words taking on more of a seductive purr compared to earlier. He knew you were beginning to grow bored of watching him do paperwork for the past hour and a half.

He tried to hurry, you were always suddenly in the mood to distract him when he was busy with something or you found yourself sitting down for too long. And, trying to tell you that he was 'almost done' or 'give me a few more minutes' rarely worked in the face of your newfound eagerness to play with him, even when he attempted to use a firm tone! It always fell short as even he couldn't resist your temptations in the face of him being absolutely weak for you.

A few kisses against his lips and light touches against the tent that was beginning to pitch in his pants...he was a goner soon after.

"H-Honey..." Harvey hissed, almost as if he were in pain although you knew it was quite the opposite. The feeling of you moving your warm thighs up and down his throbbing cock at such a slow pace was maddening, almost making him want to attempt to take control but his hands were far too shakey to attempt it only to wind up embarrassing himself. "Please..." He begged.

You looked over your shoulder with a giggle. "Please what?" You questioned with a sickeningly sweet mockery.

"Let me—" He gulped. "—let me cum...it's d-distracting me."

You hummed, your facial features shifting in question as if you were genuinely considering his request as you moved your thighs up and down even quicker on your boyfriend's cock. "Hm...I don't know Harvey—" You stopped briefly in your sentence as Harvey's hand shot to your arm, gripping it tightly as his head began to fall, groans and pleas for you to continue at the pace you were going slipping from his lips. The sight was absolutely arousing, all you wanted to do all of a sudden was kiss your boyfriend stupid while you slipped his cock into your pussy and rode him until the next day!

However, if Harvey couldn't focus on finishing his paperwork.

You had to be the rational part of his brain and encourage him to do!

Thus, you slowed your pace down much to the disappointment of your boyfriend, his head suddenly rising a little to look at you with an adorable confused expression, as if he were a pup who was confused as to why something was taken from it all of a sudden. "W-Why—"

"Finish your paperwork." You said with an even firmer voice than he could manage. "If I let you cum now then all you'll do is have to stay here even later tomorrow!" You pouted.

"Just focus Harvey!"

'Easier said than done.' Is what the doctor said in his head as he struggled to raise himself to a position where he could finish his work, desperately trying to ignore the slow movement of your thighs much less the way you quietly moaned in his ear and spoke filthy things in his ear.

Things like how you deserved a reward of your own after he was finished with his paperwork, a reward that went along the lines of him fucking you stupid with his cock or you fucking him stupid. "You're slowing down Harvey~" You purred in his ear when you spotted his writing beginning to slow down once more. "C'mon, it's like you don't want to go home after this!" You dared to laugh at Harvey when he gasped at the feeling of your hand beginning to massage the head of his cock every time it appeared when you had lowered yourself back down.

"Think how much you'll be able to cum once we're home honey~"

This was torture.

The only warning you got that he had reached his breaking point was when he sighed and he placed his pen down on the table, causing you to make a noise of confusion before he wrapped his arms around your torso and fucked his hips up into your thighs. The sounds of plapping echoing throughout the room in tune with Harvey's moans and deep-bellied groans making you soak through your panties and suddenly wish you were the one being fucked and not your thighs!

"H-Harvey?!" You tried to speak over the sound of your thighs getting destroyed. "What's gotten into you?" You laughed. "Suddenly not up to finishing your paperwork—" Harvey suddenly placed a hand over your mouth, the sudden show of dominance making your face suddenly heat up as your imagination suddenly ran wild with the thoughts of your boyfriend fucking you exactly as he was with your thighs now.

You almost thought you would've came in his lap completely untouched but—

"S-Shit..." Harvey whispered against your ear. "Y/N..." He moaned. His clothed thighs slapped up into your own only a few more times before he stilled with a sharp outcry. Yet...when you looked down to see if you could see the evidence of his release...you were met with— "Nothing?" You said curiously.

You looked to Harvey for but a moment before you gasped and then smirked. He had a dry orgasm.

"Oh, Harvey...we definitely need to see if you'll be able to have other types of orgasms now~"

Shane

The second on this list who would use the concept of fucking your thighs as a way of punishment. However, unlike Elliot, he's doing it purely for fun.

Fucking your thighs while telling you the exact same things he would say if he were fucking your cunt as normal, it nearly makes him cum within seconds. Bonus points if you're tearily trying to convince him to fuck your pussy.

But, unbeknownst to you, that only makes him want to fuck your thighs even more as—why would he end his fun so early?

And you best believe he's doing a little bit of playful gaslighting/manipulation to further play into the fact that you're trying to end him having a little fun with you too early!

Lines like 'Eh? Why are you tryin' to end my fun so early?'

'Aww, is my cock rubbing over your pussy not enough for you? Learn to be less selfish hun'.'

Y'know, the usual Mean!Shane agenda in a way.

♡ - You'd long since lost count of how many times Shane used your thighs to cum.

His weight pressed down on your back to keep you pinned underneath him as he moved his hips up before roughly slamming them back down, eliciting the filthy noises of skin on skin slapping together. as if the two of you were truly fucking one another. And what's worse? Had it not been for you not feeling the sensation of your cunt before stuffed to the absolute brim, Shane would've had you believe it all too easily!

He spoke to you and treated you as if his cock was balls-deep inside your cunt. He spoke the dirtiest words to you, praising your cunt and how warm and wet it was as if he weren't using your thighs as a fleshlight right now. "Fuuuckkk..." Shane groaned deeply in your ear as he used the slick of his previous orgasms to move his hips even faster while you had no choice but to take it.

Yet...personally for you, your cunt ached so much that it was borderline painful.

You wanted to cum as well! But, all Shane did in return was try to trick you into believing that he really was fucking you properly!

"Shane..." You moaned out deliriously as you wiggled your thighs, trying to encourage your boyfriend to at least fuck your thighs closer to where your unclothed cunt was. "Fuck me...please!" You cried out, desperately trying to keep your tears of desperate at bay as you looked over your shoulder to see him barely paying any heed to you.

Thus, you grew even noisier.

"S-Shane—!" Your outcry was quickly snuffed out when Shane wrapped a hand over your mouth with an annoyed fit of grumbles before you felt his breath on your ear.

"What? Gonna complain some more that I'm not fucking your needy pussy even though I am?" You could hear the playfulness in his voice as his thrusts into your thighs became slower and slower until all you felt as a sudden harsh thrust every now and again.

Briefly, Shane released your mouth. "Y-You're not!" You whined. "Stop tricking me! I-I know—Ah!" You suddenly shouted when Shane suddenly grabbed your hair and tugged, not enough to jerk your head back all of a sudden but to grab your attention with a brief stint of pain.

Shane quietly moaned as he resumed his original pace. "Who're you yellin' at?" He questioned. "Since when did you become such a brat? Beggin' for dick even though you already have it?" Your mouth opened to complain once more until you felt your boobs being played with, Shane lifting himself just enough to be able to do so comfortably. "Happy now?" He sneered as he flicked your nipples.

You were on the bridge of kicking your feet and shouting out your frustrations and desires to cum.

But...the small bit of pleasure that he was giving your nipples, it felt more electrified than it usually would in the wake of your sensitive, orgasm-deprived body.

You were going to take what you were able to get. "Not so mouthy now, huh?" As he released your hair, he pressed a hot trail of kisses down your back as you basked in the little bit of pleasure you were able to finally receive. "If you wanted your nipples played with, you coulda just told me~" He continued to tease you before you looked back to your boyfriend once more. And the sight of your teary eyes looking at him with such an adorable yet desperate expression...it made him pause for but a brief moment to smirk but truly hear you out.

"M-My pussy, fuck my pussy...please—!" You cried out. "I can't take it anymore, it...it hurts—"

"Alright, alrighttttt." Shane quieted you down. "Since you begged me so nicely, I have no choice...don't I?"

[ooooo-mcyt]

The other fascinating thing to me is how often I feel like Grian's held to a higher standard than other people are.

Grian's "ultimate betrayal" kill on Scar in Limited Life when they were barely teamed is often shown as proof Grian's a traitor who is Bad for his teammates, but somehow Scar blatantly betraying Grian in Third Life after an entire season of being partners is often just a footnote that's barely brought up and not dwelled on.

Grian scamming Scar out of a life in Last Life is a cruel betrayal of Scar's trust in him but it's fine actually that Scar spent all episode up to that point trying to scam people because that's how Scar is and he's just Silly.

Grian 'cheating' on Scar by pursuing BigB is vindictive and selfish and hurt Scar so much but Scar doing stuff like hurting Grian on purpose to punish him for arguments over housework isn't a big deal.

Mumbo and Jimmy attacking Grian repeatedly in Last Life is fair game but Grian retaliating while they were trying to kill him is frequently counted as "team killing" and considered a betrayal of their prior alliance.

Grian accidentally getting Jimmy killed in Limited Life is proof he doesn't value his teams, but Jimmy getting his teammates killed is an understandable mistake.

Grian is ridiculed by Mumbo in Wild Life for not giving him a life, but of course noone expected Mumbo to give Grian lives the few times Grian turned red in Last Life while Mumbo wasn't.

When Grian is unhinged over Mumbo generally ("we can still be friends..") it's toxic but when Mumbo is unhinged over Grian in arguably worse ways ("you don't need friends" + 10000 cheating accusations) it's understandable or he's just being Silly and it's harmless.

When other players switch teams because their team died or fell apart, it's understandable, when Grian looks for a new team after his dies, he's devaluing his team.

When other players win, it's celebrated, when Grian wins through a fair fight with his partner it's the sign of his bloodlust and future team killings.

When other players lose teammates, they get sympathy, when Grian loses teammates- even when he had nothing to do with their deaths-we whisper about his curse and try to find reasons to blame him.

When other players make a mistake, it's a mistake, when Grian makes a mistake, he's a killer, a monster, one of Them, a blight or a curse upon the people around him, who was never meant to be here at all.

Grian is held to a higher standard than other people frequently, even though Grian is maybe the most likely player to hold himself responsible for things on his own.

And I just think that's sad.

[devondespresso]

Let Me Raise The Bar

T | 3,602 words | Steddie | also on ao3! | Modern AU, Meet Cute, Fluff

This fic is for the @strangerthingswritersguild fic exchange, by @starryeyedjanai and @devondespresso. Thank you to @dreamwatch and @bubblesandink for betaing for me!! <3

dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

edit: oh my god i forgot the keep reading the first time im so sorry guys

This night is going terribly.

He keeps telling himself he’ll delete all his dating apps for good, but the prospect of being alone forever always has him re-downloading them.

Right now, he’s remembering why he hates them so much.

He hates Tinder, specifically—guys on Tinder only want to fuck. And if that was what he was looking for, that’d be fine, great even!

But he wants a relationship and guys on Tinder will say they want one too and then turn around and leave right after they get what they want.

At least guys on Grindr are upfront about it being just a hookup—no one’s getting their hopes up or feelings hurt when it turns out to be just that.

Tinder guys will take you on a date and pretend to be interested in you as a person and then won't fucking text back after they leave your apartment the next morning. It’s annoying and it’s frustrating and it’s a waste of Steve's fucking time at this point.

And this guy tonight isn't even trying to pretend. He tried to get Steve to blow him in his apartment building garage before they even left for the date and he really should have taken that for the red flag that it was.

But Steve looks good, and he did his hair routine that takes entirely too fucking long for no one to appreciate it.

His date drives him to this hole in the wall restaurant that Steve must have passed a million times on the bus ride to his job without ever noticing.

He thought he might be able to turn things around when they got there—it’s a small Italian place, a real family-owned type vibe to it. He knows before he even orders that the food is going to be some of the best he’s tasted since moving here.

He tries asking the typical first date questions to get to know him, but his date keeps giving him short answers. So he switches to talking about himself a little, but then he realizes his date’s been staring at his mouth the whole time he’s been talking and Steve finally snaps that he isn't getting into his pants.

Steve breathes out a deep sigh as his “date” gets up and goes to the bathroom. Some fucking date this is—they haven't even gotten their fucking food yet. What a disaster.

“Hey,” he hears their waiter—Eddie, his nametag reminds Steve when he looks up—say after a minute of his date being gone. “I hate to be the bearer of super bad news, but I just saw your date slip out the back door, and I don't know if he’s planning on coming back.”

There's a lilt of sympathy in his voice and Steve can't help but snort.

“Of course he did,” Steve says. “Why can't guys just be upfront about what they want? It would save everyone so much time.”

He’s not looking for an answer, but Eddie's mouth twists and he says, “Guys are stupid. I mean, they’d have to be to give up the chance to get to know someone as cute as you.”

Steve can't really muster up a smile at the pity, so he says, “Well, whatever the case, he was my ride home, so I think I need to call a Lyft now. Can you box the food up and bring me the check?” At least he’ll have lunch for tomorrow, which doesn't feel like an adequate consolation prize for how shitty he feels right now.

Eddie shakes his head and says, “There’s no way I’m letting you pay for such a shitty date.” Steve opens his mouth to protest, but Eddie continues, “Tell you what, my shift ends in ten minutes. Why don't I show you how I’d treat you if we went on a date.”

Steve's heart thuds in his chest, a flicker of hope in this incredibly dull evening. “Seriously?” he asks.

Eddie nods. “Think of it as a trial run. See if I rank good enough for a real one.” He winks and Steve finds himself nodding dumbly, still shocked at the rapid turn of events.

“Okay,” Steve says, kind of breathless.

Eddie heads back to finish cleaning up his other tables before he ends his shift, and Steve fills Robin in over text about what happened.

He’s still waiting for a response when Eddie shows back up with two plates of food, setting one in front of Steve and the other where his date sat before sliding into the chair across from him.

He’s wearing a different shirt, Steve realizes. It also looks like he attempted to wrangle his curly hair into something more manageable, maybe sprayed some water on it to smooth it down.

The thought that this guy, this random guy who happened to be his waiter on this horrific night, would put in more effort than his previous date makes Steve's cheeks get hot.

Maybe this night really can turn around.

“Alright, names. Hi, I'm Eddie.” Eddie says, sticking his hand out across the table cartoonishly for a handshake. Steve suppresses a laugh and takes Eddie’s hand with a smile.

“Steve.” He says, and Eddie’s eyes brighten before he takes his hand back.

“So, Steve, what do you do for fun?” Eddie says, leaning forward slightly with vibrant confidence, tone feeling more and more noticeably rehearsed as he goes. “Other than light up the room with that smile, of course.”

Steve huffs a laugh, blushing despite himself.

“You practice that one a lot?”

Eddie shrinks back a little, still smiling even as he messes with the hair on the back of his neck, already starting to ruffle what he’d tried to tame.

“Yeah, it’s uh…”

“It’s sweet.” Steve leans in a little closer himself, trying to match the effort Eddie keeps putting in. “Almost as sweet as the smile you're wearing.”

Eddie flushes pink and lets out a little “Thank you” to cover a nervous laugh—and christ, Steve is already hooked.

Steve hums and grabs his fork to start eating and Eddie mirrors him.

“Thank you for this by the way.” Steve continues, “Tonight's been… ugh, you know.”

“A special kind of shitty?”

“Yeah,” Steve sighs, “So all this is… really nice.”

“I'm glad.” Eddie says, voice soft before he shrugs and continues casually “M’hoping I’ll at least do better than the last guy.”

“Yeah, of course, you haven’t even asked me to blow you yet or anything.”

Eddie turns red and busts out a nervous laugh, looking away immediately. God, he’s so fucking cute.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm not–” Eddie looks back at him, nervous still, but sincere anyway, “That's not exactly my style.”

“You a wine and dine kinda guy?”

Eddie shrugs lightly, then he seems to get an idea, leaning in again with a smile “Actually– ideally, I'm a dine and mine kinda guy.”

A smile takes over Steve’s face that he can’t fully tamp down, a little flustered and a lot amused.

Eddie preens, then continues with a shy smile.

“Though, uh, usually it's more dine and…” Eddie pauses, “Pine. Dine and pine. You know, like pining.”

Steve makes his face relax as he nods and leans back. “Oh, yeah, like the tree.”

Eddie stops and looks at Steve, and soon Steve’s smile breaks out again.

“No, I know what you mean.” He says with a little laugh that Eddie quickly mirrors.

Eddie visibly relaxes, slouching overdramatically to the side with a sigh.

“God, I swear I’m usually good at this sort of thing, words and stories and shit,” He groans, gesturing around almost like he’s talking to himself, “But apparently I meet one pretty boy and suddenly I’ve got screws loose. And they’re all falling out, all across the floor, ‘there they go!’, y’know?”

Steve bites back a snicker and hums a quiet agreement. Eddie notices, though, looks up and sees right to Steve’s amusement, so Steve decides to save them both the embarrassment and move on.

“So your job. You like it here?

“Oh yeah, absolutely,” Eddie says, perking up and gesturing as he starts talking, “The owners are really cool, they were our neighbors– Wayne’s—my uncle’s—neighbors when I first moved in with him, way way back, and they were so chill, loved having people over. Then one time in highschool I mentioned saving up ‘cause I’m trying to make it big with my band, and they offered to give me a job here while we get there.”

“That’s awesome. Your band any good?”

“Depends on who you ask.” Eddie laughs, playing with the food on his plate, “Wayne says we’re pretty good, which is probably the equivalent of moms showing up to their toddler’s dance recitals, but it’s something.”

“Where'd you guys play?”

“The Hideout, a couple blocks down…”

Steve nods.

“Yeah, it’s, uh, pretty fun if you ever wanted to stop by.“

“Sounds like a great second date.”

Eddie blushes, playing with his hair again as he smiles and looks away.

“I’ll probably have to wear earplugs– not because of your band or–”

“No, no, no, you’re good–” Eddie says, almost jumping up to reassure him, “It’s metal, that’s normal– good, even.”

“Oh– good.” Steve says, a bit awkwardly, and looks back down to his food.

Eddie leaves barely a moment of silence before he pulls the conversation back together.

“So what about you? You just a professional bad-Tinder-dater?”

Steve huffs and fiddles with his fork.

“Guidance counselor, actually.”

“Oh damn, really?”

“Yeah, Middle school.”

“Oh god,” Eddie groans playfully, “I can't imagine going back there willingly.”

“Yeah, I mean, it can get pretty rough,” Steve shrugs, “It's good though. Kids start thinking about who they are, I get to try and make that a little less shitty.”

“That’s a tall order.” Eddie laughed into his glass. “I respect it though. Hell, just having a queer adult exist around me would’ve made a lot of it easier.”

“God, yeah. I've got practice, at least, for when they need more than just some guy standing around in an office.” he laughed, pulling out sarcastic air quotes for the next part, “ I ‘babysat’ kids in middle school before I graduated. Bunch of little shits but they were good kids– still are good. They're like four years younger than me though, so they're more like siblings than kids.”

“Yeah, bet they don't take well to ‘kids’.”

“Oh, they hate it.” Steve laughed and Eddie followed with him, “Always hated it, but Dustin put his foot down after highschool. Rob and I call them my ‘twenty-somethings’ now.”

“God, wait, how old are you?” Eddie laughed

“Twenty-six.”

Eddie laughed a little louder, a lively and full laugh that looked enchanting on Eddie.

“You'd love them, they're all–

Steve’s phone buzzes.

Both of them look over to it on the table. Steve moves it to the seat next to him, looked up to Eddie with an apologetic smile.

His phone buzzes again.

And again, and soon Eddie’s eyes flick in that direction, eyebrow quirking with barely-restrained curiosity.

Then Steve’s phone starts ringing, the electric guitars of Hammer To Fall creeping up in volume way too fast for comfort.

“Sorry–” Steve cringes, grabbing his phone and answering the call in a furious whisper, “Robin, are you dying?”

“No, but thank you for confirming that you aren’t.”

“I texted you what happened.”

“Yeah and it was vague as hell! I reserve the right to be a worrywart with this shit.”

“Yeah, I know.” Steve sighs, but can’t really argue with her on it. “This was going well, though–”

“Is.” Eddie chimes in, not trying to be loud enough for the phone to pick it up, just for Steve to hear him clearly.

“Is going well.” Steve smiles.

“Oooo okayyy.” Robin hums and Steve can hear her cheeky smile through the phone.

“Goodbye, Robin.” Steve says, failing a half-assed attempt to cover his amusement.

“Oh wait no, tell him if he tries anything I’ll–”

“M’not doing that.”

“I will though, I’ll go after him–”

“Oh woah you’re breaking up, can’t hear you.” Steve deadpans.

“Steve, I know–”

“Love you, bye–”

“Steeeeve–”

“Don’t pull your hair out.” Steve says and hangs up, coming back to the present to Eddie watching him, thankfully looking amused instead of annoyed.

“Sorry about that.” Steve says.

“No, no, it’s fine.” Eddie leans forward again, propping his head up in one hand, “So… friend?”

“Best friend, has to be to get away with shit like that so easily.”

Eddie snorts.

“What was she calling about?”

“I wasn’t clear that this new date thing was gonna be a good thing.”

Eddie nods civilly.

“She worries,” Steve continues, “Fuckin’ tinder dates, y’know?”

“Uh, not really….” Eddie smiles.

“Good for you. They’re all the same asshole in a different haircut.” Steve says, and Eddie smiles, laughing a little with him before continuing with something calmer, a little more earnest.

“Then why keep going to them?”

Steve shrugs.

“Call me an optimist, I guess.”

Eddie hums noncommittally, like he’s thinking more than he’s sharing, and continues the conversation in a lighter direction.

_

The rest of the date is wonderful. A little less chaotic, especially once they start finally eating their food for real, but what it lacks in eventfulness it makes up for in comfort. They’re not exactly quiet, but Eddie’s energy always comes with a sincerity underneath, like he’s bold and fun because he just is, and not because he’s making himself be.

It’s refreshing. And as the night goes on, it becomes intoxicating.

So when Eddie offers to save him the Lyft fee and just drive Steve home, Steve agrees, just to get a little longer in Eddie’s bubble.

Eddie leads him through the restaurant and out the back into a small parking lot with a handful of cars and one big van, decorated with a clearly hand-painted dragon on the side. Which, of course, ends up being Eddie’s.

“Dustin would love this thing.” Steve says as he hops into the passenger’s seat, not really thinking twice about it as he looks at the interior, eyes lingering on the big fuzzy dice with too many sides hanging from the mirrors.

“So Dustin is…?”

“A Twenty-something.” Steve laughs as he spins the fuzzy dice to see all of its sides. “He’s like my little brother. Loves DnD and science and… all the nerd shit.”

“Nerd shit?”

“Yeah, I mean– it's not my thing but it’s cool. I’ve played with Dustin and them a couple times.”

“Oooo, a bit of a nerd, are we?” Eddie hums in a weird, almost witchy voice.

“Casually.”

“Mmm, but you’re already down the path~~”

“Just drive, dude.” Steve says with a fond eye roll.

“As you wish, your majesty.” Eddie hums in his normal voice, giving Steve a glowing glance before shoving the keys in.

“Alright, I'm about to push your nerd-tolerance to its limits.” Eddie says, pulling out his phone with a grin. He connects it to the car and quickly turns it down before drums and guitar erupt from the speakers, and Steve flinches at the volume.

“Sorry, sorry.” Eddie whispers and turns down the music again.

Steve nods, and after a second of the music playing much more quietly, he finds it much more comfortable. Nice, even. The energy is quick and alive like Eddie is, though the aggressive vocals fit his outward aesthetic more than his borderline goofy demeanor.

“It’s not the music, I promise.” Steve says, saying it casually but meaning it sincerely.

“You’re fine, I get it.” Eddie laughs, a little too cynically for Steve’s liking.

“No, I–” Steve reaches for Eddie’s hand between them, intertwining fingers and bringing both hands up between them, “I’m serious, I like it. My head’s a little sensitive, been hit a few too many times, but it’s nice. It’s bold and very energetic… stuff that I already like about you.”

Eddie blushes hard—a sweet cherry pink—as he slouches, bringing their joined hands closer to his face like he’s trying to hide behind them. Eddie rests his forehead against the back of Steve’s hand and huffs a quiet laugh.

“God, you’re quite the charmer, Stevie.” Eddie says, and Steve finds his face warming too.

“And I’m guessing it’s working?” Steve laughs.

Eddie looks up at him, smiling wide.

“Oh, it’s working very well.” Eddie says, and brings their hands closer to him again to plant a soft kiss onto Steve’s hand.

Steve’s face goes warm again, lights him on fire, and Eddie’s smile turns slightly smug before he looks away.

“Alright,” Eddie says, looking back to the front to drive but not letting go of Steve’s hand. He even reaches his left arm over to change the gears, leaning into how silly he looks to make Steve laugh.

It’s sweet, it's genuine, and it's everything to Steve.

Eddie starts driving, hand still firmly holding onto Steve’s, neither of them willing to let go first. Steve looks at it as Eddie drives, splitting most of his attention between their hands, Eddie’s profile lit up by the colorful city lights, and the road ahead as he navigates Eddie to his apartment.

And if they miss a turn or two because Steve’s tired brain doesn’t want to watch the damn road? Eddie doesn’t mention it.

_

“Alright.” Eddie says, putting the car into park with his left hand again, though far less comically now.

He sits there for a second, quiet like something’s on his mind, so Steve waits.

“Okay, uh,” Eddie starts, looking vaguely down as he wanders through what he wants to say, “I had fun, I’m assuming by how the nights gone that you did, too…”

Steve squeezes Eddie's hand, and Eddie laughs.

“I had a really great time. And I want to do this again, if you want to.” Eddie glances up at Steve for a second before his eyes dart away again. “But I want to be sure you’re… you’re not being an optimist with me. That you want want this, y’know, because you're an amazing guy, Stevie. I don’t know how you keep having such shit luck but believe me when I tell you it's not because of you.”

Eddie looks back up at him again and keeps his gaze there, looking more relaxed now.

“So, uh, I would love to take you out again.” Eddie says, “If you want to.”

If he wants to, as if that's not the most romantic thing Steve’s heard in his life.

Steve almost says that. He also debates kissing him or pulling him into an awkward hug over the center console that he’s sure would be put up with no matter how uncomfortable it’d be. But Steve doesn’t, because Eddie continues before Steve can make a decision.

“What do you want?”

Steve resists the urge to say a cheesy ‘You’ and thinks about it, really thinks so he can put together words that make sense, so he can give Eddie a real answer.

“I want a long relationship. A real one, y’know?”

Eddie nods.

“And I want to get married, someday. I want someone who’ll stay that long, who will love and let me love them, all cheesy and clingy and shit.”

Eddie hums, searching Steve’s face.

“And?”

Steve looks down at the joined hands between them.

“And I’d love if it were you. You’re sweet, so sweet, but you’re also… alive. Everything you do, you’re…” Steve thinks hard for a moment, working out how to phrase it. “It’s like the world doesn’t weigh you down. And you’re so genuine and you’ll come and say what you mean like it’s nothing, and I think every one of the people in my life—my favorite people—would love being around you almost as much as I do.”

Steve looks back up to him, face hot with another intense flush, and tries to smile casually.

“Hate to break it to you, dude, but you’re kinda my perfect man.”

Eddie huffs a breathy laugh, face painted with disbelief and wonder.

“Okay, then. Case closed.”

“Yeah,” Steve hums, with as much fondness as possible. Steve leans in across the center console, bringing a hand up slowly, trying to signal that he’s leaning in for a kiss.

It takes Eddie a second, and Steve gets to watch him look down at Steve’s hand and look at Steve leaning in, gets to see the moment it clicked before Eddie lunges to meet him halfway and then some, making the hand that was supposed to cradle Eddie’s face hold onto the seat beneath him to keep their balance.

Eddie kisses him hard at first, bringing a hand up to card through Steve’s hair, excited and alive. Then Eddie seems to come back to his senses, moving back but taking Steve with him until they’re both leaning over the center again.

Their kiss softens, intensity melting out into fondness, gentle but passionate, warm and Steve wants to melt from it.

Still, Steve’s going home tonight, going to go upstairs to Robin and tell her all about it. He’ll get to have a good night's sleep in a bed that doesn’t need cleaning, and he’ll get to wake up to the idea of something new brewing fresh in his mind.

Steve pulls back gently and Eddie does the same, eyes flicking open one after the other, a smile on Steve’s face and another lighting up Eddie’s.

Steve catches his breath, feeling lighter now than he has in ages, and Eddie opens his mouth to say something again.

“Does this mean I can get your number?”

[all-purpose-dish-soap]

550 words / 25 / more ghost + gaz with free use medic reader

...

"Come here, medic."

"I told you, I'm fine."

"Ain't a request." Ghost takes you firmly by the back of the neck before you can flee. He squeezes tight enough to make it clear he's not asking.

You feel his and Gaz’s eyes on you--on the bleeding laceration sliced through the outer cartilage of your ear and on the bruise forming on your cheekbone. You got tangled up briefly with an enemy tango and almost became a hostage. Or a statistic. But you're fine now.

"You're making a big deal over nothing,” you tell them.

Ghost pulls you forward and angles your face this way and that, trying to get a better look at you.

Gaz crosses his arms and stares you down. "Fine is when you burn yourself on a shell casing. You're not fine." He's barely holding back the edge in his voice. He can't pull rank on you--none of them can, technically--and he's supposed to be polite and respectful. But seeing that happen to you, and the adrenaline running through him, is making him thoughtless.

"He only grabbed me. Didn't hurt me."

Ghost hisses at you, his voice just as rough as the squeeze he has on the back of your neck. "What happened isn't important. What's important is that he thought he could touch you." His grip tightens. "You're in our squad. You're under our watch. No one messes with you."

Your gut twists. That's not fair--acting protective. It's part of their job to keep you safe, but they don't have to talk like this. You glance at Gaz for help, but the look on his face tells you he doesn’t disagree with Ghost. You swallow the protests on the tip of your tongue and close your eyes, silently letting them examine you.

Ghost finds another few nicks and fresh bruises. You’re a medic—you’re not as armored as they are because it’s a goddamn war crime to kill medical personnel. "Jesus,” he mutters. “Bastard snuck up on us.”

"Thank you," you say quietly.

"For what?" Ghost snaps back. As usual, he's not expecting gratitude from you. You're supposed to take the insults, the berating, the harshness. And the protection, because you belong to them. At least, that's how they see it.

Gaz speaks up. "No one treats you like that again, alright?"

"It's not like I asked him if he needed a hostage."

"Doesn't matter," Gaz retorts. "If someone puts a finger on you like that again--"

Soap ducks back into the room, his rifle’s muzzle on his shoulder.

"Take care of it?" Ghost asks.

"Aye," Soap says. "Bastard won't be layin' his hands on anyone anymore. Not enough fingers left, for starters." He turns to you with a look of sympathy, but you recognize the wild edge of adrenaline still present. "You alright, hen?"

"I'm fine." You use the opportunity to worm yourself out of Ghost's grasp. "We going?"

"Affirmative," Gaz says. “We should move.”

Ghost turns away, forcing his attention back on the mission even though he carries himself with cold anger. Soap looks you up and down once more, his eyes lingering on your cheekbone a little longer this time. He seems about to say something, but thinks better of it. His blue eyes soften just a bit before he turns to follow Gaz and Ghost.

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more Gaz / more Ghost / more multi-141 and poly 141 / masterlist tag

[ddejavvu]

for a Tyler request what about him and reader getting into a really bad argument and storming off and when he cools down he can’t find her and is panicking

Alive and Crazy - Tyler Owens x Reader

come participate in tyler owens night !

Perhaps it was cruel of you to pick such a secluded hiding spot, but after all, isn't that what hiding's all about? Perhaps then the cruel part was hiding at all. But you can't shake Tyler's vicious words, "Y'know, if you don't stop trying to hold me back, maybe I should just cut myself loose."

All this over a tornado? His lifestyle is... intense. You are of the opinion that Tyler's hobby is ridiculously dangerous, and while you're slightly comforted by the safety precautions he takes (especially the drills that anchor his truck into the ground), you're less than impressed with the way he shows off and makes those precautions almost useless. Really, does he need to lean out of the window to see how long he can handle it? You'd only been trying to find some middle ground, but Tyler apparently seems to think you're trying to chain him up in the basement to prevent him from ever having any fun.

There's a secluded cabinet in the back of your laundry room that's perfect for hiding - just big enough to fit in and with an outlet for easy phone charging. You're just about to hit your two hour mark huddled in the cabinet when you hear thundering footsteps nearing your location.

"Baby? Hey, baby, y'gotta tell me where you are. Come on, baby, just wanna know you're safe. You in here?"

That's the last thing you hear before daylight spills into your dark cabinet, and your phone's screen becomes instantly duller in comparison. You glare up unimpressed at Tyler but his face crumples in relief so fast that you can barely hold the expression.

"Shit darlin'." He heaves a sigh, and any sympathy you'd felt for him instantly disappears when he has the gall to scold you next, "Do you know how damn long I've been looking for you?"

"Oh I'm sorry," You bite up at him, rage reigniting in your eyes, "Does my need for space inconvenience you?"

"No!" He nearly shrieks, but he reins himself in, "No, no, that's not- I shouldn't have said it like that. I was just worried."

"Well I'm not sure why," You turn back to your phone, but there's no concentration present as you mindlessly scroll, "I'd have expected you to be out enjoying your freedom seeing as you're cutting yourself loose."

"I'm not cutting myself loose." He vows, and it's soft instead of his typical drawl. He crouches, then makes the terrible, horrible decision to attempt to fit into the crawlspace with you.

"No- no, Tyler, you can't fit!" You squeal as he shoulders his way in, pressed flush to his body as he settles in a space half his size.

"It's fine." He grunts, but it's labored and very much not fine, "I just wanna be near you."

"I don't wanna be near you." You sneer, but you make no move to get up, "The whole reason I'm squeezed into this cabinet is because I was trying to hide from you."

"Did a damn good job, too." He admits, head slumped against the wall instead of your shoulder, "I was runnin' around for almost half an hour."

"Serves you right." You grumble, "Don't say mean shit if you want people to like you."

"I know." He reaches out and sets a hand on your knee, chaste and reassuring, "I'm sorry, darlin'. I just- lost control, or something. I don't know. I've been doin' this my whole life, and when you try to tell me how to do it, it makes me feel like you don't think I can handle it myself."

"Tyler, no one can. Some of the things that you're doing-" You stop yourself short, "I'm not saying you can't have fun. I'm not saying you can't chase- er, wrangle tornadoes. I'm just saying you don't have to keep trying to outdo yourself. There has to be a limit, otherwise you'll get killed."

He's silent after your speech, perhaps mulling it over, perhaps drafting his counterargument. In the end, he tips his head from the wall to your shoulder, and murmurs close to your ear.

"Yeah. You're right. I think... I think I just don't know when to stop sometimes."

"I agree with that," You try to keep too much accusation from seeping into your tone, "But that's why I said something. I don't want you to stop, I just don't want it to stop you."

"Yeah. Alright. I understand." And he sounds like he does. He laces his fingers with yours like he does, and he cranes his neck to peck his lips against your cheek like he does.

"You're not holding me back," He promises, "What I said earlier... that was dumb. This is a partnership, not some sort of prison sentence. I love you, darlin'."

"I love you too," You sigh, leaning sideways into his embrace, "You promise no more hanging out of windows?"

"I promise I won't anymore. Can't promise nothin' for Boone."

"Boone's crazy," You laugh, "You're all crazy. I just want you alive and crazy."

"Deal." Tyler grins, holding out a pinky and letting you lock it with yours, "Alive and crazy, darlin'."

[thirteenheavens]

Over worked underfucked woozi

Notes: hope you enjoy thank you for requesting stay safe and healthy guys <3

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Woozi was stressed out and exhausted, his usual bright demeanor replaced by a frown. He had been working nonstop for weeks, and his body was feeling the effects. You knew him well enough to see the signs of his overworking. His shoulders were tense, his movements slow and sluggish. He had dark circles under his eyes and he was constantly yawning.

"Hey," you said gently, approaching him as he sat at his desk. "You look like you need a break." Woozi looked up at you with a tired smile. "I'm fine," he said, but his voice betrayed him. He sounded weary and worn out. You sat down next to him and took his hand in yours. "You're not fine," you said firmly. "You need to take care of yourself." Woozi sighed and leaned back in his chair, closing his eyes. "I know," he admitted. "I just have so much to do. The comeback is getting closer and I want everything to be perfect." You squeezed his hand gently, your heart aching for him. "I understand, but pushing yourself like this isn't going to help. You need to rest and recharge."

Woozi opened his eyes and looked at you with a mixture of gratitude and frustration. "I wish I could, but there's just so much to do." You stood up and pulled him to his feet. "Come on," you said, guiding him towards the bedroom. "You're going to take a break, whether you like it or not." Woozi protested weakly as you led him into the bedroom, but he didn't put up much of a fight. He was too tired to argue. Once inside, you gently pushed him onto the bed and started undressing him. He watched you with tired eyes, a small smile on his face.

"You're so bossy," he said, his voice laced with affection. You chuckled and kissed his forehead. "Someone has to take care of you when you're being stubborn."

You think to yourself before asking him. “Babe when was the last time we fucked?” Woozi blushed slightly at your question, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink. "Um, I don't know," he said, avoiding your gaze. "It's been a while." You knew him well enough to know that he was being evasive. You straddled his lap and ran your fingers through his hair, trying to coax the truth out of him.

"Come on, Woozi," you said softly. "You can tell me." Woozi sighed and looked up at you, his eyes filled with a mixture of guilt and desire. "It's been over a month," he admitted. "I've just been so busy with work, I haven't had time for anything else." You felt a pang of sympathy for him. You knew how much he loved sex and how much he missed it when he didn't have time for it.

"I'm sorry," you said, leaning down to kiss his neck. "You must be feeling so pent up." Woozi let out a soft moan as you kissed his neck, his body responding to your touch. "I am," he whispered. "I've been so stressed and frustrated. I need you, Y-N." You continued to kiss and nibble on his neck, your hands roaming over his chest and abs. You could feel his muscles tense under your touch, his body already starting to respond to your ministrations.

"Shhh, I'm going to take care of you," you murmured, your lips moving up to his ear. "Just relax and let me do all the work." Woozi's eyes fluttered shut as you whispered in his ear, his body going limp beneath you. He was completely at your mercy, surrendering to your touch. You began to undress him slowly, taking your time to savor every inch of his skin. You ran your hands over his toned chest and stomach, feeling the way his muscles quivered under your touch. As you reached his boxers, you could see the outline of his hardening cock straining against the fabric. You palmed him gently, eliciting a low groan from Woozi. Woozi's hips bucked upwards, seeking more friction. He was already panting, his breath coming in short gasps.

"Please," he begged, his voice hoarse with need. "I need you to touch me properly." You smirked and pulled his boxers down, freeing his cock from its confines. You wrapped your hand around it, giving it a few slow strokes.

"Patience, baby," you said, your voice teasing. "I'm going to take my time with you." Woozi's eyes snapped open, his pupils blown wide with lust. "Please," he repeated, his voice desperate. "I can't wait any longer. I need to feel you around me." You could see the desperation in his eyes, and you knew that he was on the verge of begging. You decided to give him what he wanted.

"Okay, baby," you said, your own arousal growing. "I'll ride you." You straddled his hips again, positioning yourself over his cock. You could feel the heat radiating off of him, and you knew that he was barely holding himself back from thrusting up into you.

"Look at you," you said, your voice low and sultry. "So needy and desperate for me." Woozi's eyes were fixed on your face, his expression a mix of need and desire. "Only for you," he whispered, his hands coming up to grip your hips. You slowly lowered yourself onto him, taking him inch by inch. You both moaned in unison as he filled you up completely.

"Fuck," Woozi groaned, his fingers digging into your skin. "You feel so good." You began to move, slowly at first, but quickly picking up the pace. You rode him hard and fast, bouncing up and down on his cock. Woozi was a mess beneath you, his eyes rolling back in his head as he let out a string of moans and curses. He was completely lost in the pleasure, his body arching off the bed as he tried to thrust up into you.

"That's it, baby," you panted, your own pleasure building with each movement. "Let go for me." Woozi was so close to the edge, his body trembling with need. "I'm gonna cum," he gasped, his fingers digging even deeper into your hips. You leaned down and captured his lips in a searing kiss, your tongue tangling with his. You reached down and began to rub your clit, chasing your own release.

"Cum for me, Woozi," you whispered against his lips. "Cum inside me." Woozi's body tensed as he reached his peak, his orgasm crashing over him like a wave. He buried his face in your neck, biting down on your shoulder as he came hard inside you. You followed soon after, your own climax hitting you like a bolt of lightning. You cried out his name as you rode out your orgasm, your body trembling against his.

You collapsed on top of him, both of you breathing heavily as you tried to catch your breath. Woozi held you tightly, his arms wrapped around you like a vice. Woozi's legs were still shaking from the intensity of his orgasm, and he held onto you like you were his lifeline. He was panting heavily, his chest rising and falling rapidly as he tried to come down from his high. Woozi was exhausted, but his body was still reacting to you. He continued to thrust his hips up weakly, his cock still hard inside you.

"I can't... stop," he panted, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. "You feel so good, I just want to keep going." You chuckled and kissed his forehead. "You're insatiable," you teased, gently rocking your hips against his. Woozi groaned in response, his eyes rolling back again. "I can't help it," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "You make me feel so good."

He tried to thrust up harder, but his movements were sluggish and uncoordinated. You could tell that he was nearing his limit. You continued to ride him, using his chest for support. You could feel his heart beating rapidly beneath your palm, his body still on fire from your touch. Woozi's eyes were glazed over with pleasure, his face flushed a deep shade of red. He was a mess, completely at your mercy as you took control.

"Y-Y/N," he stuttered, his voice cracking. "I can't take it anymore. I'm gonna cum again." You smiled down at him, loving the way he was completely undone beneath you. "Cum for me again, baby," you said, your voice dripping with seduction. "I want to feel you come apart again."

Woozi's body tensed up once more, and he let out a strangled cry as he came for a second time. His back arched off the bed, his muscles taut with release. This time, his orgasm was weaker than the first, but it was no less intense. He shuddered beneath you, his eyes rolling back in his head as he rode out the aftershocks. You slowed your movements to a stop, allowing him to come down from his high for the second time. Woozi lay there, limp and boneless, his chest heaving with exertion.

"You're too good to me," he mumbled, his eyes still closed. "I don't deserve you." You gently brushed the hair out of his face, a soft smile on your lips. "Don't say that," you said, your voice gentle. "You deserve everything, Woozi. You work so hard, and you always take care of everyone else. It's time someone took care of you." You leaned down and kissed him tenderly, pouring all your love and affection into the kiss. Woozi responded weakly, his lips moving lazily against yours.

[octoberautumnbox]

Consider: Yubin who's your seatmate and is very professional in school but every night at 10pm you get the raciest, sauciest, spiciest nudes from her with no warning

Hell Week

tripleS Gong Yubin & Male Reader

Categories/warnings: smut, that's p much all anyone needs to know i think

Word count: 5.5k holy shit

a/n: jeez howd it get this long :nolookk: oh btw i took some liberties with the prompt not that u care heres the fuckin yubin fic :DDDD

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A hand lays itself on your shoulder, the sudden contact nearly making you jump. You turn around and find Yubin clutching a book to her chest with a gentle look on her features. Gesture over to the chair across from you, all the while trying to get your heart rate back under control. 

“My bad, didn't see you were locked in.” She gets into the chair left of you anyway and turns her book to the same page as yours. “How's it going?”

You stretch and groan to let out as much of your tiredness as you can, paying just a bit of mind to everyone else in the library doing pretty much the same. “Dunno. Around twenty minutes ago I accepted I'm retaking this class. What's up with you?”

She giggles while her eyes scan across the paragraphs talking about desert flora and types of precipitation. She rests her cheek on her palm, “I still have a bit of fight in me, but I'm losing hope. I was hoping I could borrow some from you.”

“Sorry, Yubin,” you whisper with every ounce of sympathy you had, “fresh out.” You return to your own book, yet all you do is run your eyes over the same page over and over without much staying in your head. 

A cursory look over to your left shows you scholar-mode Gong Yubin: focused, sharp, and serious. Not that it ever got in the way of you two being friends, but when she gets like this, you know better than to underestimate her–she's capable of plotting the downfall of kingdoms if she set her mind to it. 

However, at the same time, you notice her distress, then immediately notice how well she hides it. It's the same slight crease of her eyebrows in freshman orientation, after midterms in Linguistics 103, and when she finally stopped putting off Geology 102. The realization dawns on you: the situation is dire now that she asks for your help while she's like this, so how could you let her down now?

“Bet you I can score higher,” you challenge her. You have no good reason to issue such a proposition, but if it means giving her support how it matters, whatever embarrassing thing she'll make you do is more than worth it.

It piques her interest and a smile pulls up the corners of her lips. She side-eyes you with an excitement she didn't have just two minutes prior, and you know it worked. “If I win,” she announces as loud as she's allowed to, “make me thick tofu stew. The right way.” 

“Really? That's it?” Then you rebut with just as much fervor, “If I win, you do three of my essays in comparative lit next semester.”

“Now hold the fuck on,” she stumbles, her eyes grown wide and her smile grown toothy, “if you're gonna raise the stakes like that, I need to think of something else!”

Your phone and hers vibrate at the same time, and your screen reads “Get your ass over to Geog.” You both pack your bags and head off to your last Geology class before finals together, and as your book takes its place in the darkness of your backpack, “Fine, but I get to change mine too when I hear yours,” and the spring in her step as you walk tells you it's mission accomplished. 

~~~

In hindsight, it really wasn’t all that bad. The class review session your professor held that day helped you nail down just enough of whatever the fuck sleet might be, and while you're certain it isn't flying colors, your grade at least wouldn't be red. 

Coming out of the exam room, you spot Yubin just seconds before she finds you, and your good deed pays for itself as she skips to approach. 

“Got a good feeling?” There was no point in asking other than that you had to hear it from her, though the wide grin on her face was proof enough. 

“Yeah, I think barely,” she sways cutely from side to side, “and don't think you're off the hook!” She hits you light on the arm, and the most shining feature you can’t ignore is her eyebrows without any sign or symptom of the crease. 

“Not over ‘til the fat lady sings, Gong Yubin,” though you know she's already won. “Three whole essays against… Haven't you decided yet?”

“No, not yet, but the bet is still on!”

You relent, “Fine, fine. Anyway, Nakyoung’s treating the gang to drinks tonight. Wanna come?”

“Nah, busy. Laundry and stuff.” She shifts her weight from foot to foot, and you can tell she’s giddy about what her grade is going to turn out to be. It’s a sight for sore eyes, especially ones that have seen too many grainy tectonic plates and water cycle diagrams. “And why do you insist on full-naming her?”

“I know someone whose name sounds the exact same. As far as I’m concerned, our Nakyoung’s the other Naky.” You place your hand on the small of her back and lead her away from the doorway, and she walks with you without a second thought.

“Mean. You’ll have to introduce me to this first Naky, then.” You slide into rhythm with her gait, and it hits you just how relieved you are for Yubin’s worries to be over. 

It seems such a waste, you think, that laundry is the only thing keeping her away from celebrating, so as you walk out of the Social Sciences building, you bargain one more time: “We’ll be there all night, so just come by when you’re done. I speak for everyone when I say we want you to come, please?”

She giggles again, “I’ll see what I can do. It’s not like I don’t wanna be there, either. Plus,” she admits defeatedly, “we’re getting the results later, and God knows I’d rather not be alone when it comes.” 

~~~

“Hey, where's Yubin?” Nakyoung slings an arm around your shoulder and shoves another mug of beer into your hand. It's a welcome gesture, and it takes all of two and a half seconds for you to down half of it. 

“She has laundry,” you nearly shout back your reply above the music. “Said she'll drop by if she has time.”

Nakyoung makes to yell another reply right into your ear, but decides to pull you away into one of the quieter booths in the bar. “She's a goody-two-shoes, no? Laundry, oh please. Kaede hasn't done laundry in two years.” She takes a gulp of her own beer and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. 

“Hey. She studied her ass off for that test. I made a bet with her and it looks like she has high spirits, but I honestly dunno what I'd do if she fails.”

Your friend takes your chin up with her finger and you realize how pensive an expression was sitting on your face. “This is Gong Yubin. You know she'll kill it.” Nakyoung flashes a confident smile, and it reassures you almost more than your own trust in Yubin herself. “You drunk yet?”

“Nah, not getting shitfaced without Yubin.”

“Cute. You know she likes you too?” 

“Go fuck yourself, Nakyoung. Go steal Seoyeon's boyfriend while you're at it.”

“I wish; she has him under lock and key. But I wouldn't really mind both of them,” she muses, eyeing Seoyeon in the middle of the dancefloor. 

Just then, the devil strolls in through the front door. “Hi! You weren't kidding, it's really loud in here,” Yubin exclaims with her hands shielding her ears as she adjusts to the noise.

She takes Nakyoung's seat–you whip your head around and find Nakyoung at the dancefloor, with Seoyeon grinding against her–and picks up Nakyoung's old mug. She takes a careful sip and ends it with a relieved ahhhh, before setting it back down and getting to business. She leans in like keeping a secret, though she can't hide her toothy grin. “Have you seen your grade yet?”

“It's out?!” You fumble for your phone, and the second it lights up, cold runs through your veins–the email notification is the first thing at the top of the screen. Meanwhile, Yubin calmly slides her phone across the table to you. She asks “I read yours, you read mine?” with the sweetest smile on her face, again with the slight crease on her eyebrows.

Calm your nerves, silence the alarms blaring in your head. You know she did well, absolutely certain. However, it still doesn't soothe you enough; not until you see the grades for yourself. So, as your thumb hovers over her email, your heart nearly beats out of your chest, only to see–

“You got 87 percent,” Yubin states in the blandest, matter-of-fact tone you've ever heard. Her eyes move left and right over the same spot on your phone, making ultimate certain that she's reading it right. Once she is, her tone softens just enough, “Yeah, 87 percent. Wow, that's good,” she sighs with relief, “... Hard to beat.”

Now her turn, you peek at her score. doing the same making sure, and then some. When you read it for the fifth time, you kick yourself mentally for being so worried and having such little trust in the genius that is Gong Yubin. “Goddamn, 95 percent.”

Her eyes widen like sinkholes as her hand flies to cover her mouth. It almost doesn't matter that you hand her back her phone; she snatches it back anyway. Her disbelief chips away at itself with every run through of the email she reads for herself, and when she's finally done, returns her shocked gaze back to you.

“You were that scared of three essays?” you joke. The beer tastes sweeter now that your worries have gone, and as if all six septillion kilograms of the world is off your shoulders. 

“No, three essays is easy,” she taunts, but immediately her voice takes on a gentler tone, “so I win, right?”

You scoff at her haughtiness, but your relief triumphs over all. “Yeah, whatever. What do you want?”

“... I wanna go home. This is enough excitement for one day.”

“Alright, let me take you. Tell me in the cab what you want for winning, though?”

“Sure,” she says with a tiny smile.

~~~

“So,” she declares. She catches her breath, and her face is overcome with a subtle red flush, “about the bet.”

“Yeah, about the bet.”

“I want…” and she hesitates. The cab runs over a mild speed bump, and the resulting sway seemingly knocks her completely out of focus. She gathers her resolve once more, as if every time she tries to speak she drops it and has to pick it up again. 

“You want…?”

It's a good couple minutes of her breathing heavily, and your concern shows itself for her and whatever she has planned for you.

“Is it illegal? What could possibly be so bad that you're hesitating this much?”

“No, no, shut up. I'm working on it.” She takes one last deep breath, even placing a hand on her heart to steady it. “I want… a cum tribute.”

“... A cum tribute.”

“Yes.”

“You want me to…?”

“I'll send you a photo. And do it on that.”

“You want a photo of–”

“Video.”

“You–video?”

“I want a video. Of you. Cumming on a photo. My photo. I'll send it to you.”

There's no way the cab driver doesn't think this is weird. Then again, he has an earphone in, so he might not be listening in at all. You get the feeling Yubin doesn't care either way, completely focused on you. 

“... Alright. You want it this bad, fine.”

“Good. Um,” she follows, “sorry in advance. It's gonna be my first time… taking a photo like this.” She refocuses her attention to the buildings whizzing by outside as she says it, the telltale sign the conversation is over. Still, it lingers in your head for a little while: Yubin's first time. 

~~~

“Look, I'm sorry,” she sighs, “just come up with me? Please?”

You're standing with her outside her dorm, all the while the meter ticks away in the cab. The driver waits expectantly inside for you to get back, but Yubin's fingers wrapped around your sleeve make for a very difficult decision. 

“Okay, okay, just let me pay the cab driver,” you concede, but as soon as you sum up the fare, Yubin snatches it from you and brings it over herself. She and the driver exchange a few words, ending with her waving him off and him leaving her in the dust. She waddles back with her signature grin: the one that tries and fails to hide her excitement. 

“Can I just ask why you want it so bad?”

She shakes her head, “Nope. Now shush,” as you both make the now-silent trek up the four flights of stairs to her floor and room. 

Upon entering, you immediately notice it's nicer than most dorm rooms: huge space, carpet floors, a big window, and two double-size beds, not to mention its own bathroom. It makes you stop and wonder if you ever glossed over any signs that Yubin or her family might come from old money.

“Uhh, give me a few minutes to get ready. The bed on the right is mine, make yourself at home. WiFi password by the light switch. Kaede doesn't like her stuff messed with, so steer clear.” Yubin then disappears into the bathroom, and you lay yourself down on her bed. You're made aware of how you sink comfortably into the memory foam, and of the disarming fragrance that wafts from her bedsheets and pillowcases. She's always smelled like this, you recall, but it's rather nice, you finally admit. 

“Hey,” Yubin attempts. She sits on the edge of her bed next to you, wearing a set of pajamas and no makeup at all. You always knew Yubin was a pretty girl, God knows how many times she's been asked out, but seeing her like this is new; her allure draws you in with a smile and an embrace. Shit, was Nakyoung right? Do you like her? 

“So… How do you want me?” She avoids your eyes and touches her fingertips together, a blush forming on her cheeks. 

“Do you… Do you have a tie?”

Her ears perk up, “Yeah, hold on,” and she retrieves a thin, striped necktie from her dresser. She places it around her neck, her fingers delicately maneuvering the fabric into an intricate-looking knot, and when she's done, she presents herself to you. 

“Take off your top, Yubin,” you tell her, and she hands you her phone with the camera already on. Point it at her, making sure the flash is off, and start taking pictures one by one. 

She pushes aside the tie and fiddles with the top button. It's effortless how she undoes it, and she pulls the collar apart to show you more of her. She unbuttons the next, then the next, all the while showing you her smooth skin. With half the buttons undone, she shows off her chest, showing nothing but skin underneath her top.

You take a moment to catch your breath, swallow your spit. “Are you sure about this, Yubin?” 

“Yeah… Just keep going, please.” She undoes her fifth button at the very bottom, revealing her midriff and making you salivate. Must be heaven to kiss her there, when she snaps you out of it, “Are you still taking pictures?” Am I that distracting?” Look up to her, find her with the same sweet smile on her face but with a new blush decorating her cheeks.

Her last button is her fourth, and it's undone before you know it. She keeps her pajama top on a little bit longer, covering her chest a little bit more, and finally she shrugs it off one shoulder. It's nothing but everything all at once, and the split second your self-control wavers is the exact moment you leap in.

You drop her phone somewhere on the mattress; both your hands grip her shoulders as your lips capture hers. She leans into the kiss, wrapping her fingers on the back of your neck, and tiny moans escape her amidst smooches that get louder the hungrier she gets. 

Pull the top off her other shoulder, and she finally strips it all off. However, you can't even enjoy the sight, not yet, as you draft down from her lips to her slender neck, leaving a trail of kisses on your way. She runs her fingers through your hair before holding you in place, all the while leading your free hand to her chest. 

She sucks air in through her teeth, “That's really good, just like that…” she moans as her head tilts to allow more access to her neck. The scent of her shampoo fills your nostrils and you feel yourself getting addicted, but not as much as to the softness of her skin. 

She pulls you down onto the bed, and you find yourself leaning over her. Yubin lies under you, watching you intently and waiting for what you'll do next. Her tie sits right in the valley of her tits, and it drives you wild. Take a nipple in between your teeth while you fondle her other breast. She breathes heavy in pleasure, wordlessly asking for more and more of your attention and love. Her fist closes on your hair as she pushes you further onto her chest, her other hand hopelessly tugging on your pants.

It's all the message you need from her: your pants go, then your underwear, then everything else. Your cock stands hard in her sights, and the way her fingers wrap around your length is nothing short of heaven. 

“Do… do you wanna do it with me?” Her question is purely innocent, without a single hint of malice in her voice. She rubs your shaft slowly, sending waves of tantalizing pleasure throughout your whole body.

“Do you have condoms?”

“... Kaede will forgive me.” She crawls down the ladder, picks out a square plastic wrapper from her roommate's dresser, and hurries to get back to you. The smile on her face as she comes up the ladder again is one of, if not the most beautiful things you've ever seen. 

You guide her as she puts the condom on you, and the sensation of her fingers gently unrolling the rubber along your length only makes you more impatient. Finally, you hook your fingers on the garter of her pajama bottoms, and she lifts her hips to accommodate you. The fabric slides off her so easily, revealing her long, smooth legs that she seems desperate to have you in between of. 

“Go easy, okay? I told you…” 

“Yeah, your first time. I'll take care of you,” you reassure her. Line up your throbbing cock against her slick heat, feel her palm on your cheek, watch her flash that killer smile again. She bites her lip, and while you know it isn't on purpose, it makes her look sexier all the same. 

Slide your cock into her, making sure to go slow. She shuts her eyes harder with every inch she takes of you, and when she moves her hands to your forearms and grips tight, it reminds you like a looping cycle: “Go easy, go easy.”

So you go slow and steady, staving off your lust for the woman giving herself to you. Each thrust into her sex is careful and calculated, though by the second you feel your calculations going awry. She pants at every good spot in her cavern you happen to drag across, earning her little admissions of newly found pleasure in the form of mewls and moans like a song you’d never tire of. 

“Faster, please…? You’re so–ugh, fuck…” And the way she pleads flips a switch in you; plant your elbows into the memory foam on either side of her head while she takes your face in her hands. Yubin pulls you in for a kiss and it means the world to her when you grow careless with your lovemaking.

“Fuck, fuck, not too fast, just right, mmm,” each time you push into her cunt. The way she mumbles sweet nothings into your ear, the way she holds on for dear life and leaves scratches all the way down your back, she takes up every single thought going through your head: Yubin, Yubin, Yubin…

You scarcely notice how she's scratching your harder, gripping you tighter, grinding against you faster–it’s much too late to finally hear her warning, “I'm close, I'm close, oh fuck, fuck, aaahhhh!” as she explodes with you still inside her. Her pussy clenches around your cock in all the best ways, and you savor the feeling as she rides out her orgasm. Her knuckles turn white as she grips you by the shoulders, though all you can see is how her tits bounce with every jerk that runs through her body. Yubin's eyes roll to the back of her head and her mouth hangs open, a prolonged, deep moan gracing your ears as she ambles closer and closer to spent. 

Take a moment, let her breathe. Every gasp of air in her lungs is like a blessing, and each one steadily brings her from beyond heaven back to you. Her hands fall to her sides as she pants out her delirium and replaces it with tiredness, and once she's stable she flashes you that killer smile again. It pulls on the corners of her mouth, showing the tiniest amount of teeth, though her eyes are nowhere near open. Plant a kiss on her cheek, then her neck, then receive her giggles once you stay and rest right on her pulse. 

“You good? Still alive?”

All she can do is nod, having had every last ounce of her strength sapped. She lays motionless under you, save for her chest rising and falling with her breathing, and you know she looks to you for comfort and security. You take another moment to bask in her afterglow; she's never looked more gorgeous. 

“Hey,” she whispers, and you swear it's the most tired you've ever heard her, or anyone for that matter. “You good?”

“Yeah, I'm okay. Are you sure you're good?”

“Yeah. Thank you.” She pulls you back down and plants a kiss on your cheek. Her lips linger for a second, as if she's taking in your scent made hers. You stay like this for a good while, just enjoying each other's presence, relishing in the warmth of a body that gave itself up for the other. You don't even notice when you slumped over onto the mattress beside her, but her head on your chest felt like the rightest thing in the world.

“We're not done, by the way,” she prods.

“What? Why not? Aren't you tired?”

“‘Tired’ isn't part of the bet. I still want that tribute.”

And you remember, you have a job to do, a debt to pay. It’s between your common sense and your lust for the hottest girl in the world right now, and there is a clear winner. 

Pull back from her, off of the bed, and plant your feet on the floor. Firm and resolute, tell her: “Fine, on your knees.” The flush on her face deepens to an igneous red, and she scrambles to the floor in front of you.

“You're so pretty, Yubin,” you muse as you point her camera back to her face. Make sure the flash is off, and once you push the big red button to record, your other hand immediately takes her cheek and guides her to your tip. 

Yubin's eyes flutter shut as she inches her lips closer and closer to your cock. The first contact is heavenly; just gentle kisses and licks from a complete novice pretending to be an expert at this sort of stuff. The way her tongue glides over your shaft, the way she plants kisses all over your cock with the tiniest sucks, the way she does all of this with her eyes gracefully shut makes for a killer video for her to get off to later. A blowjob from a girl like this comes once in a lifetime, so you resolve to give her everything she'd ever want from a tribute like this. 

A moan escapes you, and she picks up that she's doing it right. With your subconscious approval, the hand on her cheek pulling further her in, she takes your tip in her mouth. Her tongue works overtime in running all over the head, paying special attention to your slit, making absolutely sure her spit coats wherever she can reach. She takes in more and more of your shaft, pressing her tongue on the underside of your cock as she does, all the while her cheeks hollow out like her life depends on it. 

Tiny vibrations from her throat only add to the pleasure, sending shivers up your spine and your hand to the back of her head. For the first time, she opens her eyes, and the sight is something to behold: she looks up at you with the biggest, roundest, most pleading eyes, the epitome of cuteness if not for your cock she oh-so-diligently services to get what she wants. 

Yubin takes you in just a bit deeper, slightly turning her head and savoring the way your length fills her mouth, when you hit the back of her throat, causing her to gag. She pulls back abruptly as a tear forms in the corner of her eye, and you have half a mind to pull out entirely to make sure she's okay. Instead, she never lets you–she takes your cock again, shooting you another pleading look before she shuts her eyes and bobs her head onto your cock again and again. 

Luckily, you pick up on her message; Snake your fingers through her hair, grab a fistful, make her yours. A moan rises from her throat once again, and she steadies herself with her hands on your thighs in preparation. She's ready. 

Pull her in as far as she can take, and it's a good most of your shaft before she gags again. Offer her no breathing room, bob her head onto your cock over and over, all the while more of her slobber coats your length, some of it falling off her lips and onto her chest and lap. She never fights, only takes–soon the gagging is replaced by an obedient, rhythmic gluck-gluck-gluck than you're sure even she'd find hot if she could think straight. Instead, her phone picks up every sight and sound for her to enjoy later, while you both enjoy each other now. 

It's everything all at once: the sight of Gong Yubin's plump, sexy lips around your shaft, the feeling of her tongue relentlessly dragging over every inch of your cock, the sound of your tip meeting her throat again and again while her groans fight their way out. “Yubin… I'm close,” you confess, but with her eyes still shut and her tongue still going crazy all over you, you don't think she heard. So make the decision yourself: yank her hard off your cock, rub your shaft right against her delicious lips. Once she exits her daze, she takes your dick in her hand and rubs all across the length. Tears fall from the corner of her eyes and her lips give off the slightest tremble, but she's resolute in what she wants to earn from you. 

It takes no time at all until you reach your limit. It's the best handjob anyone has ever probably given, but it's that one last kiss from her, right on your tip, that sends you over the edge. One last groan, one last jerk, one last tug of her hair, and your orgasm hits. Your cum shoots out in ropes, all landing on her face and tits. She's determined to receive everything from you, so it's only right to give her exactly what she wants. She shuts her eyes again, but her mouth stays wide open to catch whatever she can of it–she never stops jerking you off even as your cum falls onto her eyelids, her nose bridge, her forehead, her chin. Yubin savors every moment and every drop, burning the memory of bliss into her mind as you coat her face with your love. 

Your orgasm finally dies down, and you realize just how much she squeezed out of you. You're sure no one has ever looked lewder, your cum smeared all over her face, yet she proves you wrong when she picks up a fingerful of it to take into her mouth. She licks her lips, apparently loving the taste, while you love the sight of her acting so sultry for you. 

Stumble back onto the bed, take Yubin with you. Both of you are out of strength, breathing heavy, and in the middle of processing that you just painted her face with cum–that she asked you to paint her face with cum. You barely notice the stars swirling in your eyes, but your sense of the situation comes back just quick enough to avoid things getting awkward. 

“I think I wanna shower, so you should wash up first,” you mumble, still staring at her beige ceiling, and you can feel she's panting and doing the same without even seeing her. 

Wordlessly she gets up and her carpet-muffled footsteps grow quieter as she heads to the bathroom. A door shuts, a handle creaks, a shower gushes to life. Your brain sits idle, making no attempts to form thoughts other than acknowledging the shower turning off and on while she bathes. It's calming in its own way, you suppose–taking a bath is one of the normalest things in the world–as if what you just did with her was a close runner-up. 

An unknowable amount of time passes, and a fresh, citrus-scented Yubin emerges from the bathroom again. She dries her hair with her towel as she makes her way to her hair blower, but not before shooting you a gorgeous smile and a head tilt to the bathroom to let you know it's your turn. 

~~~

Leaving the bathroom yourself, you find a dark bedroom, save only for a yellow lamp shining against a nearby wall. Yubin is sitting up in her bed and scrolling on her phone, and once she spots you, she beckons you over.

“Look, funny,” she whispers with a giggle, and she shows you a clip of a guy much too excited about a truck looking like Optimus Prime. 

“Yeah. Hey, listen, I'm pretty tired,” you attempt. In no way is this a lie, and you're sure she's tired too. You bet she wants nothing more than to finally go to sleep and end what should be a perfect night on a high note. 

“Totally,” she agrees, “come on in. It's cold.” She lifts up the covers and looks over to you expectantly. Not that it dumbfounds you, but it throws you for a slight loop; she literally just said it was cold. 

“Wh– I'm heading out, is what I mean. You should get your rest, too.”

Yubin's eyes take on a softer expression, “Oh, you're not staying over?”

“... Did you want me to?”

“Yeah…?”

Your eyes lock with hers for what seems like half a second and a million hours at the same time. You're stuck in place, still in a stalemate of a staring contest with her, and you're not sure even she knows what the two of you want out of the situation. Her expression turns into one of concern, and her arm holding up the covers falters just a bit. Fuck, you think, window's closing.

Make your choice, have no regrets. Get in the covers with her, and she lets them drop to snuggle up to you. Once the both of you settle, her head on your chest and yours on one of the fluffiest pillows in the world, she blurts out quietly: “You fucked up, you know.”

She navigates to her gallery and finds your video of her, and skips to a part near the end. “Your dumb ass stopped recording just as you were about to cum.” And the video did show that: Yubin rubbing your cock, eyes shut, tongue out and ready for your load, and the video stops. 

“Shit, sorry–” 

“This wasn't the bet. I wanted a cum tribute, not a facial. You need to send me a proper one,” she muses, “or take a proper video.”

Now that stuns you. You wonder how interesting her ceiling is for you to stare at it so much, but she snaps you out of it partway through by snaking a hand up your shirt and settling it right above your heart. Reciprocate–it only feels right–wrap an arm around her shoulders and pull her even closer. An exhale from both of you, and one last exchange of words: 

“Okay. Tomorrow?”

“Can you go again that soon?”

“If it's you, of course.”

“Don't guys need to recharge?”

“... I'll handle it.”

~~~

[chamomiletealeaf]

Taking care of Simon when he's sick :(

He hides it like a sick dog trying not to show weakness. You don't even realize something is off until he gets really quiet and doesn't snuggle up to you on the couch anymore.

At first you thought he just needed time to readjust to coming home after a mission but he wouldn't let you anywhere near him and it made you a little sad. What was wrong?

Then you heard him trying to suppress coughs in the bathroom, his body getting weaker, and him sleeping longer.

"Simon baby are you ok?" You ask, sitting next to him on the couch while he watches the game.

"Hm? oh yeah love." He says, but you don't buy it.

"No you're not. Why don't you wanna snuggle me? You been avoiding it. And you're sleeping longer too. What's wrong?" You say, looking at him with sad eyes that make his heart hurt.

"Oh just. Not feeling the greatest that's all. I'm sorry love." He says, feeling terrible for making you feel neglected.

You hum in response and try not to take it too personally. He had a rough few months.

Then one afternoon, you come home from the store and find Simon laying down on the couch, arm slung over his eyes.

You place the groceries down and walk over to him.

"Hi honey! I'm back.... you ok?" You ask when you see the state he's in on the couch.

He grunts in response and that was it. There was definitely something wrong.

You walk up to him and sit next to him on the couch, removing his arm, which he lets you due to the weakness of his body right now, and you place your hand on his forehead.

"Oh honey." You coo. "You're burning up baby. Why didn't you tell me?"

"Can take care of myself love I'm ok." He says, trying to roll onto his side away from you. "Don't wanna get you sick."

You grip his jaw gently and turn him towards you.

“Look at me.” You demand, and he does.

“Oh baby your eyes are bloodshot.” You say, voice dripping with sympathy.

You get up and walk to the medicine cabinet then to the kitchen to get a wet rag for him. You return with some Advil, a water bottle, and a blanket.

"Now I don't know what you were thinking trying to hide from me. But I'm not leaving you like this alone." You say, putting the blanket over him where he lays on the couch.

"Come here baby this'll help you." You sit by him again with a wet rag, and he lets you place it on his forehead.

"Really I'm fine love-" He protests.

"Ah- none of that. Lay down and I'll make you some soup okay?" You cut him off.

"I'll make it later." He argues yet again.

You pause for a moment, wondering how to get him to relent and let you take care of him.

"No." You say, not being able to think of anything else.

He raises an eyebrow at you, and it really was cute. Him thinking that you really were just going to leave him alone and let him suffer in silence.

You sit down next to him and open the Advil bottle and the bottle of water.

"Here baby, open." You say, the Advil pill in your hand. "Gonna help break the fever."

He waits for a second, looking at you, then at the pill in your hand. He sits up in defeat with a sigh, finally letting you help him.

"There we go." You coo. "Now open." You reach your hand to his face, lightly squeezing his cheeks to open his mouth. He let's it happen and you pop the pill in his mouth.

"Good. Now drink this." You bring the water bottle up to his lips and he takes a few gulps, giving it back to you when he's finished.

"See? isn't that better baby?" You say as he lays back down and he nods.

You reach to cup his cheeks to feel his burning skin once more.

"Oh honey. You're all flushed. Drink that water down for me ok? I'm gonna make you some soup." You tell him softly, your eyes sad that he felt like he needed to hide from you.

He nods as he lies back down, eyes closing from the exhaustion of the fever and headache.

A few minutes later you come back with some soup for him and place it in front of him.

"Here baby." You say.

"Thank you love." He responds, taking the soup and swallowing it down. Poor baby really was hungry and was too afraid to ask for some help :(

He finishes then sets the bowl down.

"I'm sorry lovie." He says, and your eyebrow raises.

"For what?"

"Making you feel like I was avoiding you." He says with regret.

"Oh honey. C'mere." You say, laying next to him and pulling him into you.

"No, gonna get you sick dovey." He says, getting cut off with a cough.

You pull him into your chest, him laying on top of you despite his protests of being so close to you where he shoves his face into your chest, your cooler skin contrasting his significantly warmer skin.

You play with his hair as he closes his eyes and you find it funny his actions are the opposite of his words.

"I don't care about getting sick. I care about you feeling better. That's what I'm here for baby." You coo down at him.

He grunts into your chest and you press a kiss to his head.

"Feel a little better?" You ask, and you feel his lips form into a smile against where he has his face shoved in your cleavage as he lets out a confirming hum, making you giggle.

"Aw you're still burning up honey." You say, brushing your thumb against his flushed cheek. "Go to sleep. I'm right here."

And with that, you both doze off in each other's arms.

This is kinda shit but enjoy I guess

[assassin-artist]

Mild obsessed with Mercy and I wanna know more about her! What would you say her relationships with other heroes is like? Namely the current Guardians roster.

A couple of doodles to go with the answer (:

I talk about the events of the show including the latest episode (3x07) so don't read if you aren't caught up!

-immortal - bad. immortal started off with warning her that he's watching her every move, similar with mark. he doesnt trust the twins because he never trusted omni-man, and his distrust was clearly justified after the events of the first season. she thinks he's an egotistical asshole who doesn't care about anyone else because of his refusal to become attached to his teammates, he thinks she's a time bomb waiting to go off just like her dad and brother. more than anything, though - she hates that he keeps comparing her to her father. her dad is one topic that she's sensitive about and can get temperamental if he's brought up. she tries to just stay away from immortal most of the time because she's confident she'd just start fights with him every other conversation.

-black samson - okay! samson, to me, has the vibes of a guy who's trying to hold the team together as best as he can. he's a charming guy who seems to care about them, and he does his best to get to know each of them. mercy isn't part of the guardians of the globe roster, but she works with them often enough that he probably considers her an honorary member or something. mercy is pretty closed off to others trying to 'take care of her' because she's trying really hard to be seen as independent and mature, so i think she shakes his concern and compassion off most of the time. not too rudely, though - she appreciates his attempts to be friendly. she just wishes he'd be friendly in a 'this person is my ally and teammate' way instead of in a 'this is a child i need to protect' kind of way.

-bulletproof - okayish. i don't think they interact much with each other at all in the beginning. but considering bulletproof is the only other flyer that she works with on a regular basis, i think just them having convos as they fly to and from missions will go a long way to building a rapport - for no other reason than because it's something only they can do. they'd be work friends i think. getting along on the job, but not really talking much off the job. i think they could be good friends off the job too, both of them like art and being a hero, but Mercy is the one who isn't interested in getting to know him further. sorry man, let's keep it all strictly professional..

-rex - close friends. she kind of had a crush on him the first time they met, and then she realized he was dating eve so she backed off immediately. and then she learned he cheated on eve and hated him with a passion for a while. similar to immortal, she thought of rex as egotistical and a complete jerk for a long while. but of course after his near-death experience, he turned his personality around and started being less of an ass, so her opinion of him changed quite a bit. the only person on the team that Mercy actually hangs out with outside of the job - they're similar in age and can talk to each other about their struggles of being abandoned by a parent (or 2 in rex's case). i think it's interesting that they gave Rae and Rex a romance in the show, because if Rex didn't have a romance, she absolutely would have been interested in him again. Well... we know how it ends, so i guess it's better for her that she never let her feelings develop too far...

-robot and monstergirl - bunking them together because Mercy always sees them together so they're basically a duo in her mind. Robot is crazy intelligent and Mercy respects it, but his penchant to talk from multiple copies of his robots kind of creeps her out and interests her at the same time. Kinda wishes she could do that too lol. Mercy feels sympathy for Monstergirl because of her curse, and the few times they do talk they get along just fine. It's just that they don't talk often. They aren't on the same team together and they never interact outside of the job, so there's just not enough there to build a relationship of any kind off of.

-duplikate - they have an okay work relationship, but they're both headstrong people with very different views on things. i think one of them might throw a jab at the other and that's all it would take to start a fight between them. they do NOT talk outside of work, and in fact, only talk during work if they have to communicate during a fight. in the headquarters? they're not really interacting at all. Mercy rolls her eyes when she learns that Kate and Immortal are getting married because "yeah of course the asshole is marrying an asshole".

-shrinking rae - not as close as Rex, but Mercy and Rae could definitely get along pretty well. maybe if we get to learn more about Rae in the show I could see them being friends outside of the job as well, but for now they're just close coworkers.

-darkwing ii - lastly, darkwing 2. crush material, but very slow buildup. she didn't go on that mission when Mark took Darkwing in for murder, she only heard about it second-hand from Mark himself, so that might be why she's way more forgiving of his issues than she is willing to be for Sinclair(she saw Sinclair's labs and victims personally). she still thinks he's unstable in the beginning and generally avoids him for a while, which he definitely notices, but i think all it would take is one comment from him talking about his remorse for what he did, and she might be willing to stay and talk it over with him. a short debate about morals turns into a longer conversation about regrets and what they would change if they could go back... about how the things they've seen and done has changed them forever. i think the two of them could be very good friends.. and maybe more (: such a shame he disappeared so fast in the show, but maybe id change the story a little bit now that Mercy is here to save the day, heh...

Edit: I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT SHAPESMITH.... He's my personal favorite hero on the guardians team, which of course means Ellie is going to like him too (: Another rare instance of Mercy allowing this coworker to hang out with her outside of the job. I think she'd be really interested in learning about his life on Mars, and in return she'd help him acclimate to life on Earth. Always bringing him little trinkets or candy from a dollar store, stuff like that lol. They would be the best of friends, I swear. He's not the best person to go to when she's looking to vent her frustrations about life and her issues, but he's always there to listen anyway, and she appreciates that.

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there will be games! (chapter II)

summary: Cassandra, a quiet and loyal wife to the much older Senator Tiberius, accidentally attracts the unsettling attention of Emperor Caracalla at a lavish feast hosted by Senator Thraex...

warnings: 18+ minors dni, noncon, dub-con, non-consensual drug use, when the emperor is a bit insane, mommy issues, daddy issues, every kind of issues—this little shit has them all (he’s so cute)

word count: 5k words

chapter I

«No woman could feel safe if her beauty or name aroused the emperor's curiosity.»

-Suetonius, The Twelve Caesars (Caligula, Chapter 36)

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She didn't want to get out of bed, didn't want to leave their room, all she wanted was to go home. Not to their new villa in Rome, not even to her husband's old house. Cassandra longed for her childhood home, with her father and sisters, where she could always be the little girl.

"You're an early bird today," Tiberius said, waking and stretching towards her.

Her heart skipped, her palms sweaty with worry.

"Those who apologize properly deserve forgiveness, don't they, little bird?" - another voice, deceptively tender but promising nothing good, echoed in her mind.

Cassandra wrapped herself tighter in the sheet, licking her lips, hiding her body from her husband, not wanting his touch.

"I slept poorly. And I don't feel well. When will we return home?"

Tiberius got up, his brief morning tenderness replaced by his usual sour mood.

"When the games end. Not before. I've got business."

Normally gentle and shy, she never argued with him, but this time, she tossed the sheet aside and jumped up, chasing after him, desperate to talk face-to-face. Her hands shook. She pictured herself – pale, nervous, dark circles under her eyes, hair a mess, more like a madwoman than a loving wife. Ashamed of her sudden anger, Cassandra covered up again.

"I feel awful, I'm nauseous, could it be a child, Tiberius?" she tried to elicit some sympathy, pressing her hand to her stomach.

She couldn't stand another moment in the palace.

"Tell me, wife, what troubles you so much?" - he took a step forward. She had never truly feared him, but suddenly realized that after yesterday, both he disgusted her and she feared him. It was his fault! Everything that happened to her was his fault!

"I'm really not well."

"And where better than the emperor's palace to find a good physician?"

Realizing her words were futile, she slumped back on the bed's edge, and Tiberius knelt in front of her, resting his cheek against her leg.

"The emperor," he began, "Emperor Caracalla, he's ill. His mind is rotting, just like his body, so you won't find better physicians here. Should I call someone for you?"

Cassandra couldn't breathe, pulling away from her husband, standing up in a daze, not caring about her nudity. Even when servants walked in, she didn't cover up, lost in dark thoughts.

Emperor Caracalla's mind was afflicted by a disease? What kind of disease? She knew nothing about medicine and couldn't even guess. Did this make him more dangerous, or was his nature already cruel and violent? His smirking face flashed in her mind, his mood swings, his smile turning to a sneer...

Cassandra flinched when someone touched her from behind. She quickly scolded herself.

"Stop, he won't burst into your chambers while you're with your husband!" - she repeated, but she didn't believe it, if he wanted, he'd take her right in front of Tiberius, and no one would stop him.

She spent the entire morning trying to comfort herself, but her anxiety only grew. First, Tiberius noticed the purple bite on her skin. She managed to excuse it, saying he'd had too much wine and hadn't been gentle with her in bed. He believed her.

She was horrified again when the slave girls began to dress her.

"This isn't my clothing!" - the fabrics were too vivid and fine, and they...they smelled of aromatic oils and powder.

"Not yours, true, but we'll be here for some time, and until your clothes arrive from the villa, you need something to wear, don't you?" her husband murmured, looking at her like a piece of art. "You can't just walk around naked, can you?"

She would have preferred to parade through the palace entirely naked rather than willingly wear the clothes and jewels Caracalla had sent her, fully aware of how pleased he would be. Yet, the problem was, her nude debut would have left him equally pleased.

The stands were louder than ever, and only when they entered the imperial box did she understand why. The Colosseum was flooded!

They were late due to her distraction and sluggishness; if she had her way, they wouldn't have come at all, but there she was, seated behind Lucilla once again.

Despite the excitement of the ship battles, the clanging of metal, her eyes kept falling on the red-haired head before her.

Neither emperor acknowledged their arrival, too absorbed in the spectacle, and while Geta later gave her husband a nod of recognition, Caracalla didn't even turn around. Anger simmered in her chest. For him, last night was nothing, but for her...For her, it had haunted her all night and morning. All her thoughts were trapped in those wretched, humiliating moments.

Why did he seem to have forgotten while she, cursedly, remembered every touch? Remembered his hands were soft and hot, his scent sweet, almost intoxicating... And, of course, she remembered the bitter humiliation from his words, from how he touched her, and that Emperor Geta had watched it all.

Cassandra pressed hard on her palm where the wound was healing, trying to push away the memories. She wouldn't let him occupy her mind as well.

Yet, she couldn't relax, pandemonium broke out in the box when the ships came too close and an arrow hit the column between the emperors' chairs. The last thing she heard before Tiberius pulled her out was Emperor Geta's piercing scream.

The palace was buzzing with unbearable noise, the feast meant for evening had transitioned into the day, though the servants were not fully prepared.

Cassandra stood by a column, wine cup in hand. Her husband had left her again, off with General Acacius. The emperors were nowhere to be seen, nor were most of the Senate.

"How many do you think will be executed today?" she heard a quiet female whisper.

"I wouldn't be surprised if the emperor ordered all the gladiators on the field to be gutted," another voice answered, "you know how he is, insatiable!" A burst of giggling followed, and Cassandra stopped listening, embarrassed by the direction of their conversation.

She understood that for many, winning the emperors’ favor was a dream. But for her? She was a married woman who had spent her youth cultivating a sense of duty, loyalty, and responsibility. Why, then, had the gods abandoned her? Faithful and devoted as she was, they had thrown her to their earthly incarnations to be torn apart.

"More wine, domina?" a slave girl dutifully refilled her goblet.

The girl was young, dark-skinned, and beautiful, with large, intelligent eyes. Cassandra noticed the gilded collar around her slender neck and suddenly felt an invisible, soft, and hot hand squeezing her own throat. In a rush, she took a large gulp, wincing at the bitter taste, then handed the cup back.

"No more, thank you," she said, licking her lips nervously, knowing she wouldn't find peace in this cacophony.

"Are you not well, domina?" the girl asked, worry in her voice.

"I just...I need some time alone," she muttered quickly, stepping away from the column, only to stagger and clutch her head. What was happening to her?

"Do you want me to take you somewhere quiet, domina? You can rest and come back later," the girl didn't wait for an answer, guiding her by the elbow out of the room. Such audacity from a slave was unheard of, but Cassandra was too rattled and her head was spinning.

"Where are we going?"

They navigated past the throne room into a small, almost secretive chamber. The ceiling wasn't as high, the columns much less grand, the lighting dim and gloomy, and in the center stood a white altar, adorned with gold. In her parents' home, next to her room, there was a similar one, much more modest, of course, but dear to her heart, where she had prayed to her late mother.

"Wait outside," the words were both a sentence for her and an order for the slave.

She wanted to scream. Of course, he was here. No one was to be trusted, even the slave's kindness was a trap—cruel and painful. Was she truly nothing more than a prisoner here, a powerless plaything to entertain the young emperor?

Every time she saw him, he seemed like a different person. He was dressed in black and gold, with a golden laurel crown and an earring. Gold, gold, gold! She despised its gleam, for in it, she saw him.

Huddled against the wall, she stood frozen, afraid to move. The emperor did seem different this time—melancholic and contemplative. His pale eyes were unusually clear and sober as they met hers.

"What did you tell your husband?" His voice was different too: calm, measured. That made it all the more terrifying. Cassandra couldn’t read his mood from his face.

"Nothing, Caesar," she whispered, afraid to speak louder, as if his calm depended on it.

Caracalla turned to the altar, studying it as if seeing it for the first time. She held her breath, watching the golden laurel shimmer in the torchlight.

"Come closer."

His tone was pensive, his light brows furrowed, his lips pressed into a thin line. The moment she stepped closer, the emperor’s gaze shifted to her. It slid from her neck, lower, along the colorful tunic she wore.

"My mother used to wear this," he said. To her surprise, his right hand was bare of rings as he brushed the fabric over her chest lightly, almost tenderly. His eyes stayed locked on hers.

Though still afraid, it felt different from yesterday. Worse.

Why had he forced her to come here? Why had he dressed her in the clothes of his dead mother? Cassandra cast a desperate glance at the door, but he noticed immediately. The corner of his mouth twitched.

"She often came here," he continued, "prayed to the gods," his words were vague, her thoughts growing heavier, "do you pray often?"

"Yes, Emperor," she replied, though her mind was growing heavier, duller, as though lulled into a haze that numbed her fear.

"When was the last time?"

The conversation was bizarre, so unlike what had happened the night before. Feeling almost drunk, she answered without thinking, and that's when everything started to spiral.

"Today, when that arrow almost hit you," she said, breathing heavily, it was hot, like under the midday sun, "I prayed for the next one to hit."

Her tormented mind knew he would kill her now. That Caracalla would carry out his threats, destroy her and her family. But instead, he laughed.

Grinning, he patted her shoulder as if she’d told an excellent joke. Then the sharp pain of his hand striking her cheek brought her back to reality. He had slapped her! Tears welled in her eyes, her lips trembling, but she didn’t have time to cry. The emperor grabbed her face, squeezing her jaw painfully.

"You did drink it, didn't you? That wine they brought you?" Caracalla whispered, his voice low as he leaned closer, still holding her face. "Oh, you did! I can see it. Your dilated pupils, that empty stare, struggling to think straight, hard to control your tongue? I get it," in a mock tender gesture, he caressed the cheek he'd just slapped, "for those words, your pretty head should be on a spike outside the palace, shouldn't it? But you know the rules, if you apologize properly, I forgive."

With his thumb, he drew circles on her reddened cheek, moved to her lips, tracing their outline, forcing her to open her mouth by pressing down.

"You understand now, don’t you? The aphrodisiac in the wine you drank," he pushed his finger inside, making her lips encircle it, "I wanted to play differently, but..." his face twisted with anger, "everything went terribly wrong."

Her already rapid heartbeat quickened further, she whimpered helplessly, wanting to cry. He had made her take the drug and was now exploiting her helplessness, shamelessly tormenting her mouth.

"You should say thank you, shouldn’t you? Or did you enjoy last night more? Shall I call my brother?" he chuckled, once again reverting to his usual self.

Caracalla released her face but immediately pinned her against the altar, tilting his head up and gazing at her from beneath his lowered lashes, as if admiring her, smiling.

The torchlight reflected in his eyes, his tongue flicked between his red lips in anticipation. His hand caressed her shoulder, then he removed the pin holding the fabric.

"Did the old senator fail to notice that his dear little wife isn't really his anymore?" he sneered, his fingers trailing down to the mark he'd bitten into her skin the night before, pressing down, aiming to cause as much discomfort as possible. Caracalla's breath grew heavier, his eyes followed every flicker of emotion on her face, every slight movement she made.

"I told him it was his fault... that he drank too much..." The confession fell from her lips without thought, her mind too clouded to hold it back.

"Ah! How unfortunate, and once again, the Senate takes credit for the emperor's work! But you'll comfort me, won't you?" His lips were so close, she felt his hot, uneven breath, saw his pupils, as black as hers, the smeared shadows making his eyes feverishly gleam with madness. Her gaze only darted down to his lips for a moment... and he pressed against her, pulling her into a kiss.

His hands seize her waist, gripping and tormenting, not just her body but her very soul. If she could cry, she would, but there's no energy left, only his greedy, hot mouth. To her, a kiss was something far more intimate, far more sacred than carnal union, promising tenderness and love...And even that he steals from her, kissing her shamelessly, wetly, pressing so hard she feels his hardness against her thigh.

"Let's continue our lovely conversation," he pulls back, his mouth trailing down to her neck, kissing and biting, "tell me, did Tiberius ever get you this wet?" His hand slides between her legs, rubbing through the fabric. "Even once?"

"No," she whimpers, trying to close her legs.

"Keep acting innocent, and I'll call the Praetorians to keep your legs spread wide, is that what you want?" his rough whisper burns her ear, his earring brushing her lips.

Cassandra shook her head, public humiliation was something she couldn't handle.

"Good. Obedient and well-behaved, just as a respectable matron should be," he purrs, his hand lazily caressing, more relishing her embarrassment than her body, "if you want, you can call me your husband!"

His sharp laugh slices through the narrow room.

"Undress," he commanded, his laughter gone, "I'm not going to fuck you in my mother's clothes, am I?"

She thought after all the pain, the threats, the violence, he couldn't hurt her more, but each time, it still cuts deep. With trembling hands, she hurriedly sheds her tunic, then her undergarments, laying them out as treasures, while he watches. His gaze is fixed, nostrils flaring, Cassandra sees him stroking himself under his tunic. Her cheeks burn, her clouded mind finally grasps it - he's going to take her right here, in this holy place, before ancestors and gods. Her soul will be damned, even in death!

"Touch yourself, feel how wet you are," his voice is husky, breathless, "you should be grateful to me for that, shouldn't you? That's what I've been talking about."

Head bowed, she slides her fingers between her legs, horror dawning as she realizes he's right. But why? The drug? The notion that he aroused her with his aggressive kisses, his sharp bites, his lewd whispers, she dismisses in disgust. She didn't want him, she hated him!

Seeing her shock, Caracalla broke into a smile, fully aware of her thoughts. Abandoning his arousal, the emperor circled her nipple with his thumb, watching it harden under his touch.

"It's not surprising your husband doesn't stir your passions, look at yourself," his hand traces down her body, over her breasts, stomach, to her mound, pausing again between her legs, "you're more his daughter than his wife!"

His fingers gather her moisture, rubbing, making her despise her body's response.

"So, will you take your emperor?" he asks, not for permission but to keep the game going.

She can only nod, there's no other choice.

"Say it out loud," Caracalla whispers raggedly, pushing his fingers deep inside her. Now she understands why he took off his rings.

"Yes, Caesar, I'll take whatever you give me," with those words, the last vestiges of her pride are smashed, her genuine compassion and naivety destroyed.

He takes her with a sudden, harsh thrust, only to slow down to a lazy, almost indulgent rhythm. The air is stifling, hot; sweat drips down her thighs. The only sounds are the crackle of the torch, his ragged breathing, and the vulgar, wet slaps of skin meeting skin.

As if to disgrace her further, he grips the back of her neck, forcing her to look into his eyes as he picks up the pace again. Here he is—the protector and father of his people—bestowing his gifts. He's still clothed, no need to undress; the chain around his neck jingles with each movement, his crown slipping forward.

"Doesn’t this feel good, sweetling? Don’t you feel good?"

"Cassandra," she whispers, "my name is Cassandra."

He stops, looking at her with surprise, as if seeing her for the first time.

"Is it really that important for me to know your name, Cassandra?" he teases, playfully biting her earlobe. "Has the little wife fallen in love?"

How could he think that? Anger surges within her. Her attempt to claim some dignity crumbles! But her thoughts vanish as he thrusts into her sharply, fully, making her gasp and dig her nails into his shoulders. It’s the first time she’s touched him willingly. Her simple gesture spurred him on even more, forcing a quiet whimper from her as she buried her face in his shoulder.

"Next time your senator fucks you, think of me, little bird, understand?" his whisper turns into a moan. She's mesmerized by his parted red lips, his light lashes fluttering, his chest heaving. A few rough thrusts later, his grip on her waist loosens, and his seed floods within her.

He lets her go, adjusting his clothes, his breathing still heavy, but his gaze has changed. Having gotten what he wanted, Caracalla loses interest.

"If you're lucky, my seed will take root, and you'll give your husband an heir!" he chuckles, playfully flicking her nose as if she were a pet. "The wench will help you dress, don't forget, there’s a feast to attend!"

Caracalla leaves her, trembling, bare, and shattered. Tears finally come, and without strength, she slides down the wall, hugging herself. The worst is the sticky feeling between her thighs he left behind. If she were to conceive...

"Domina, you shouldn't sit like this, please stand, I'll help you," the slave girl who brought her here shows no emotion, no trace of sympathy in her eyes.

"Leave me!"

"Staying here is not an option, one must respect the dead," the girl nods at the inscription on the altar.

"Lucius Septimius Severus"

He had defiled her beside his father's ashes! Now, she lets her sobs escape freely.

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Hey! Thank you so much for the sweet feedback on the last chapter, I didn’t expect so many people to like my work, I’m really grateful! 💋 I promise the next chapter will be up faster (but it also depends on how this one does, your feedback means a lot to me and really inspires me).

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Okayyyy so likeeee what if Neteyam and y/n were going through one of those Tsireya and Lo'ak moments yea? 🤭😭

Anddd y/n is teaching him about the bond between him and the ilu, but he gets so distracted by her eyes and hand placement that he fails horribly. And when they grow up she decided to teach him how to ride a warriors mount. And as you could imagine he fails time and time again. So y/n trys to take a new approach in order to teach him about the bond, except this time it isn't him and an ilu, it's not even with him and a warriors mount.

It's him and her.

(ik it's a lot I'm srry I got a lil dramatic with it but I love to make requests what can I say 😭😭)

Learn To Ride

Neteyam x Fem! Metkayina Reader

Warnings ⚠️: Fingering!, P! In V!, Handjob! Neteyam failing at stuff at first, descriptive smut bc I went down a rabbit hole of my own story

Thank you to the wonderful anonymous person who requested this, here is the story and I hope you enjoy it 🥹

Translation Station

Ilu: Large plesiosaur-like sea creature

Ikran: Warriors mount (in Omatikaya culture)

Numeyu: Student

Tsmuke: Sister

Toruk Makto: Rider of Last Shadow (used to refer to Jake)

Tsurak: Warriors mount (in Metkayina culture)

Tewng: Loincloth

Syulang: Flower

Word Count: 7k

I held on to the saddle handle of the Ilu before me as I watched Neteyam hesitantly slide on, settling himself to not slide off its slippery body, looking at me for guidance on where to place his hands to steady himself.

“Hold on here,” I signal with my hand and watch as his eyes scramble to find where I had meant, my hand never leaving the handle of the saddle, he lifts his much larger hand as his fingers graze over mine, I let go slowly but felt as though his hands had warmed mine up even with our minimal contact.

I move my hands to busy themselves before he notices my flustered state, grasping onto one of the neural whips connected to the Ilu’s temple, gliding my fingers down toward where their kuru hid and bring it above water.

“This is where you connect,” I speak and watch him closely. He nods his head as his face changes to one of concentration, grasping his own queue and swinging it around his shoulder smoothly, slowly inching it toward the Ilu, his actions clearly showing uncertainty.

“Make the bond gently, feel her as if you could feel your own ikran when you bond, Ilu are sensitive creatures but bond very easily.” I ensure him as I continue holding the Ilu’s kuru toward him. He nods once more as he makes his connection, the Ilu below him moving with sudden excitement before settling down almost immediately.

“You might want to take it easy, Ilu are very swift under water, it might be a little different than what you’re used to.” I stated as I stepped back slightly.

“Curve your body with hers when you go under water and keep your hand on the handle, your other one will go beside her body,” I stated as he nods.

“Okay,” he responds easily and takes in a big breath, the Ilu taking off swiftly under water, I dunk my head under the water to watch him, his body almost immediately flying off of the Ilu entirely, I could hear my younger brother laughing above the water.

I popped my head above the water and glare at Ao’nung, he holds his hands up in defense as a sly smile plays at his face, I look over to see my younger sister, Tsireya, covering her own mouth as she actually attempts to stop herself from smiling. My ears flicker as I hear the eldest child of Jake Sully pop his head above water while coughing.

I sighed internally, moving underwater to get toward where he was, popping my head up and feeling a pang of sympathy for the man before me.

“Are you alright?” I asked as I thought about reaching out to touch his hand as a way to show him it was alright but pulling back before he noticed as I figured he wasn’t the type to want to be coddled.

“I am fine, lets try again.” He insists and I nod, calling the Ilu over with a few clicks of my tongue, clapping twice before the creature turned around underwater, swimming over toward where I was standing.

“Alright, again.” I had stated right as I watched him get back on the Ilu.

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“Are you sure I am improving?” He sits atop the ilu and grasps the reigns one-handed, he’s starting to gain confidence on the Ilu but still has to work on a couple of things, my ears lower slightly, still open and up but not as high as they were before, a smile forming on my face.

“You might not see it, or even believe me when I say this, but you have improved since your first time riding,” I began, leaving my sentence open toward the end, his own ears flick in disappointment as he picks up my hint.

“But?” He asks, wanting me to continue where I had left off and I smile once more. I can see him chewing on his bottom lip, as if contemplating if what I had said were true, but grasping his own queue as he makes the bond with the ilu.

“Just focus on your turns today,” I admit rather sheepishly, feeling the heat growing on my cheeks for having told him where he was lacking, but also knowing this was part of his training. Instead of sticking through with it he would often slow down before turning and it would constantly cause him to get left behind a lot.

“Okay,” He nods once more before he dives under the water with the creature, picking up momentum as his body stays flush with the Ilu, I dive my head under the water and watch as he attempt to do a sharp turn, watching as his body slips out of alignment with the Ilu and he flies toward the opposite side.

I scrunch my face up upon seeing him frustratedly wave his hands under water, and fix himself to swim upright, I bring myself up above water and watch as he instinctively calls the Ilu back over and slides back into the creature, holding into the reigns and trying again.

One of the things I admired about Neteyam was the fact that he never gave up, always willing to get back into whatever situation and trying again, it made me smile, had I not been paying attention to my numeyu I would have heard the sound of my younger brother coming up behind me.

“Why did you lie to him?” Ao’nung’s voice breaks through my thoughts and I place my hand on my heart in an attempt to calm its rapid beating.

“I did not lie,” I answered rather quickly.

“He is not improving, tsmuke.” He states rather blandly, making it a point to make me see crossing his hands across his body in disapproval.

“It is small, but it is there, he just needs more practice.” I admitted as I attempted to shoo him away, only to be met with his growing smirk, I fought the urge to roll my eyes.

“It is truly nonexistent.” He comments smugly and I’m threatened to follow my instincts, which I’m glad I did, as my hand comes to slap the back of his head, hiding a smirk of my own as he begins complaining about telling our mother.

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That had happened many months ago, learning to ride an Ilu had proven to be a challenge for Toruk Makto’s eldest son, but he would have to face an even greater challenge soon, and I dreaded having to be the one to teach him only because I found it hard to be blunt with him.

This all seemed like an easier task for his younger brother, Lo’ak, who had taken a liking to my younger sister, Tsireya. It appeared as though the two sought after one another during lessons, any time we paired up, those two always ended up together, just like Neteyam and I.

I’d be lying to myself if I hadn’t felt a spark of interest on my end of things. There was something enthralling about Neteyam and I wasn’t sure if he had felt the same way about me but I knew that I’d been in too deep to care about that now. He was charming, polite, fascinating, and attractive, but I had to clear my mind of these thoughts as I was with him right now.

I swam under the water and swayed my hips as it helped propel me faster, my body weaving through the water as if by second nature, my arms reaching out to push more water out of my way, moving my body forward, reaching a stopping point as I turn around to ensure Neteyam had been following behind me, and he was.

He has shown much improvement in his breath holds, being able to rival any natural born metkayina, having put in the work during our lessons to grasp an understanding on it and succeeding rather quickly, he followed behind me and I signaled for us to go up to the surface, he nods as the two of us begin swimming upward.

The breeze from the surface cools down my skin and causes me to shiver, my loose hair beginning to stick to my body as it bobs within the waves, his head coming up shortly after, releasing the rest of his breath before continuing to breath normally.

We begin swimming with our heads above water and heading toward the three brothers rocks island, finally able to use our legs with the gravity provided from our planet, walking further until reaching past the sand and onto the grass, settling myself down onto the grass and watching as he sits next to me.

“You have learned quite a lot within the past months. I am proud of you, Neteyam,” I admit as a smile graces my features, I turn to look at him to see the face he is making is one of uncertainty, it catches me off guard as my own smile falters.

“I am not looking forward to training with tsurak.” He admits as he looks down, shaking his head slightly, and it makes my heart shatter slightly.

“I believe you will do fine,” I stated honestly, feeling the words as earnestly as I could, knowing that it would take a while for him to learn but knowing it would happen eventually.

“It took me many months to learn to ride an Ilu.” He stated bluntly as his eyes come back to meet mine.

“But you still learned to ride one regardless,” I insisted and watch as he brings his lips back into a thin line, choosing to not see his success.

“I understand.” I stated rather quickly right as he opened his mouth to say something, he closes it as soon as I spoke, his eyes finding mine again.

“Being the eldest child means failure is not an option.” I admit as I find comfort in the waves of the ocean lapping in the distance, rising ever so slightly only to blend back into the body of water it had come from.

“I do not want to become a disappointment.” He sighs as he answers.

“I know the feeling,” I admit and feel my body starting to relax as I begin to slouch slightly, not having shared that feeling with anyone.

At some point, his hand must have slid over, as I feel it placed gently on top of mine. My face turns to look down at his rather large hand covering mine, looking back at him to see him staring at me, a blush covering my cheeks.

“I doubt you have or ever will disappoint anyone,”

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I looked off in the distance with my head underwater as Neteyam’s body flies off the Tsurak, his body spinning in circles, caught in the miniature currents made by the beasts body. It doesn’t take him long to find where to go as he straightens his body and swims upward, his fists clenched under the water and his head finally coming up above, the skin of his brows turned inwards to show his anger.

“That run wasn’t bad-“ Tsireya speaks as her head comes up above the water as well, she had been training Lo’ak beforehand, but decided to stay to see if there was some advice she could give as she knew I was finding it hard to speak to him as the days went on.

“You’re right, it was horrible.” Lo’ak cuts my sister off and all I could do was turn with a glare in his direction, the smile he once had being wiped from his face, my face turning back toward an angered Neteyam as he starts swimming past me.

“Neteyam,“ I began as I reach an arm out for him, he quickly shakes my hand off before turning quickly.

“Let us try again-“ I stated in an up eat mood in an attempt to get him to turn back and forget his anger, but he only huffs.

“This is a waste of everyones time.” He grumbles as he continues swimming away.

When it comes to training with Tsurak, we have to be in deeper waters in order to dive, considering the creatures are larger and longer than Ilu are, they need more area to dive under. They’re quite fast too, going faster than any Ilu ever has, something I knew would be challenging for Neteyam, but being the hopeful person I was I believed he would have been able to master it, but we had been swimming in this area for a little over four hours and he still fell off.

We watched as he swims away and I could feel my lower lip tremble as if I had done something wrong, knowing that none of this was my fault but still feeling as if it had been, maybe I shouldn’t have pushed him too hard this time, maybe I shouldn’t have had an audience watching him today, there were a lot of maybe’s floating in my mind but a gentle hand placed on my shoulder. I turn my head to see his younger brother apologetically staring back at me.

“You didn’t do anything wrong, he’ll come around, promise.” He reassures me but I feel as though I had let the man down, wondering if there had been any other outcome that could have occurred if I had spent a little more time preparing him for mounting a tsurak.

But the more I thought about it, the easier it became for a small plan to begin unfolding in my brain. If I couldn’t verbally teach him how to ride a warriors mount, I should be able to physically teach him- and by physically I meant replacing the tsurak with me- yeah, that might actually work!

But I might have to wait for him to cool down and knowing how Neteyam is, this might take a couple of days before I could approach him again, but until then, I would have to put my plan into action.

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“Are we going to practice on an Ilu?” He asks and I could already tell from his tone he was half joking and half dreading what we were going to go do.

“No,” I answered honestly as I held on to his hand and continued dragging him toward a secluded area, wanting him to feel completely comfortable in being able to learn to ride.

“Then what more is there to practice on?” He asks and I can feel him pull his hand from mine, I frown at the loss of contact but turn to face him, a shy smile playing at my lips as I stare at him through my lashes.

“Me.” I answered honestly, feeling my ears flop down against my head, something I did when I was nervous to hear what the other person was thinking, to only stare at him with a confused look overtaking his features.

“What?” He asks aloud and I could feel my nerves beginning to rise, I felt the need to start playing with my fingers but find a sudden rise in confidence as I reach out and grasp his hand once again, smiling shyly again.

“You had a hard time mastering the Ilu, you’re struggling to ride a Tsurak, let me help you in this way and it will help you understand how to control the Tsurak.” I explained as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“How will this help me?” He asks as he raises the skin of his brow, I could sense his hesitation but grew frustrated with him instead, rolling my eyes for the first time as my ears perk up I could feel my tail shift from one side toward the other.

“You need to learn to control the beast-“

“And in this situation,” He points between us “-You are supposedly the beast?” He asks and I huff, ears automatically dropping at how he’d stated that, making me feel embarrassed.

“I can help you or I can leave.” I stated as I cross my arms along my chest, feeling as though this had been a big mistake, maybe I shouldn’t have brought him here in the first place, maybe I should have just-

“Fine,” He relents and I could feel my lips twitch up to a smile, but stop myself as soon as I felt it, staring at him to see if he would say more.

“I could use the help.” He admits more so to himself than to me but hearing him say that out loud had my ears perking up excitedly.

“Then follow me.” I stated immediately, I didn’t want him second guessing himself or questioning if this was rational, I just knew this was the only way I could get him to practice. I didn’t even wait for a verbal confirmation before turning around rather happily and trailing off, hearing his footsteps behind me.

“So,” He states as soon as we reach the small landing where I had placed a blanket on the ground, I had set a bucket of water off to the side in order to hydrate ourselves later of need be, some fruits off to the side for a snack.

“How are we going to start this?” He asks as he raises his hand up to scratch his head, his hand coming back down as he looks behind me toward my preparation, his eyes finding mine and I could feel the blush on my skin.

“And when did you have the time to do all of this?” He raises his brows in shock.

“I had a feeling you’d agree to me helping you.” I stated rather quickly and could feel my nerves acting up again.

“Is that what we’re calling this?” He asks with a small smile playing at his lips and I could feel myself blushing again. I couldn’t say anything, just allowed myself to come closer toward him, his head tilts to the side as he stares down at me.

“Are you going to learn or not-“ I began but was caught off guard as soon as he leans down to kiss me, cupping my face between his large hands, I was shocked at first but closed my eyes upon realizing what was going on, leaning into him as his lips grazed over mine.

His tongue sneaks out to gently swipe against my bottom lip and I was in awe of how bold he could be, deciding to open my mouth to oblige him, feeling his tongue sneak in and prod all over my mouth. I couldn’t help but moan lightly into his mouth as his tongue explores mine, pushing against it with his whilst his hands roamed my body.

I felt my own hands coming to wrap themselves around his neck as his kisses become greedy and sloppy, his teeth clashing into mine as his tongue gains control over mine, his mouth detaching from mine and I could feel the rush of cool air enter into my lungs, I’d never had someone kiss me in a way that made me lose my breath, but he was compelling, and I’d let it happen again. His lips making their way across my cheek, toward my jaw, and down my neck, causing my mind to beg my hips to find some sort of relief for all this pleasure I wanted to feel.

I accidentally ground my hips onto his and could feel the start of his arousal forming, making me gasp as he opens his mouth over my neck and allows his fangs to graze the sensitive spot where the skin of my neck meets my shoulder, flurries of shivers run across my body as I attempt to move away from him in a way a tsurak would, feeling his arms tighten around me and suckling the skin in his mouth, my hips meeting his once more.

His kisses become aggressive and I couldn’t help but whine at the sensation of his mouth finally releasing my neck as the breeze picks up and assaults my newly formed hickey.

“Neteyam-“ I cry out as his mouth reattaches itself to my collarbone, his greedy hand covering one of my breasts as his other is placed on the small of my back, pulling me closer toward his hips as he grinds himself against me, another moan slipping past my mouth, and the heat beginning to pool around my needy cunt.

“Shh,” He shushes me calmly, his face now coming into view as his pointer finger and thumb managed to sneak past the beads of my top to hold my nipple prisoner between them, lightly rolling it between both fingers, a blush dusting his face as I’m sure a blush covered mine, I could only bring my bottom lip between my teeth, a whimper following soon after.

“Thats it, just let me take control, yeah?” He offers and I clench my thighs together, his voice had seemed to have dropped considerably as his arousal had clearly heightened.

“No-“ I mumble, barely audible, but I could tell he’d heard me, his ears flickered after the words had left my mouth and I could feel a bit of embarrassment framing my face. He only pinches my nipple harshly as his face goes back down, the hand that had been on my back had now desperately shoved my beaded top up past my breast to expose it to him, his mouth covering the one he’d left unattended.

“Please,” I begged in my distressed state, wanting to feel more of him, but needing a second to catch my breath at the same time.

“Thats what I thought,” He smirks as the words leave his mouth but all I could think of was his hot mouth wrapping itself around my clit and Eywa I wanted it so bad, but I had to be patient, my time to train him would come soon.

I felt bold enough to place my hands on his pecs, not providing any pressure to make him think I’d wanted him to pull away, but slowly snaking my hands down his body, feeling the ripple of muscles he had worked hard for underneath my fingertips, crossing the ridges of his abs and watching as his eyes trail from following my fingers back up to my face, silently asking what I was doing.

I manage to stop right at the waistband of his tewng, lightly tugging at the fabric of it and feeling his v-line as I looked down, looking back up quickly as the tips of my fingers graze on his length, my cheeks heating up automatically. He nods his head to silently tell me to keep going and I bite my bottom lip before wrapping my hands around his length, his lips coming back down onto mine, both of his hands now cupping my cheeks as I attempt to stroke his cock.

My hands move too slow for his liking as he brings one of his hands from my cheek and down toward his tewng, untying it and allowing it to fall onto the ground beneath him, his hand coming up toward mine and moving my hand along his shaft at a faster pace.

I could feel myself smirking into the kiss as I catch the hint and start moving my hands at the pace he’d set, feeling his other hand trail down my body, feeling a wave of excitement as he nears my breasts, only to be met with disappointment as he continues past them and gently tracing the underside of them, not even bothering to flick my nipple. I felt my hand come up and over the head of his cock and a small bead of precome gathers on the palm of my hand as I rub it back over his shaft, feeling somewhat accomplished with myself.

I could feel his hand trailing on my stomach and settle on my hip bones as his thumb gently caresses the skin there, I feel tingly inside as I continue rubbing his cock at the same pace and feeling him slightly rutting into my hands, I could feel more of the precome forming at the tip and focused on gathering as much of it as I could before placing it over his shaft.

Before I know it, I could feel the smooth and quiet breeze of the ocean flowing as it hits my backside, realization dawns on me as Neteyam hadn’t been caressing my hips, he’s been messing with the knot on my tewng to untie it, and it now sat pooled at my feet.

I could feel the goosebumps start to spread as his hand slowly goes with the curvature of my backside, feeling up on my bottom, and trailing his hand back toward the base of my tail and giving it an experimental tug, a lewd sound coming from my mouth as I suddenly stopped all movement with my own hands on his body and the feeling of my wetness starting to peek past my pussy as it follows the curvature of my lips.

“I figured as much,” Neteyam comments before his hands leave my tail and follow the path back onto my ass, before coming back around onto my hips and forcefully turning my body around to ensure my back was up against his chest, the feeling of his cock stuck between his body and my ass was enough to make me purposely lean back onto him.

“You’re such a naughty girl,” Neteyam is quick to comment as he places his hand down to swipe the lips of my pussy and a sound of approval reaches me as he leans down to kiss the sensitive skin of my ears, causing them to flick back, making me desperate for him to kiss them once more.

“Look at how wet you already are.” He states as he dips his fingers back into my wetness, bringing them back out as he holds his hand in front of my eyes, stretching his fingers out to see how my juices stuck onto his hand, a low moan coming from me as I witness the glistening digits.

His hand goes back down toward my cunt, stuffing his fingers to move my lips out of the way, rubbing his pointer right on my clit, my hips roll as if they had a mind of their own and my moans are never ending, I feel his free hand trail up my body, between the valley of my breasts, and up to grasp onto my neck, his fingers gently squeezing the sides and making my heart accelerate. A light feeling of euphoric bliss washes over me as his fingers apply more pressure toward my clit, my hips bucking at their own accord, his arm attempting to hold my hips still, trying to tame me as I lose myself in the pleasure he provided.

“You’re a dirty girl,” He comments as his fingers abandon my clit, before I could whine at the loss of contact, he shoves two of his fingers inside my sopping cunt, a loud gasp cut off my the squeeze he applied to my neck, feeling myself contract around his fingers.

“I figured you’d like that,” He chuckles to himself as he sets an even pace.

“Teyam,” I moaned as I allowed myself to close my eyes and get lost in the pleasure.

“Yes?” He asks sickeningly sweet his thrusts starting to slow down, in my frustration I attempted to grind down on his fingers, slightly causing my ass to push back onto his already leaking cock.

“Ah, ah, ah,” He tuts while taking his fingers out. Grasping my waist with both hands to stop me from moving as a disapproving whine musters its way out of my mouth, my disappointment more than evident, but I can hear the smirk in his voice with his next words.

“I thought you’d put up more of a challenge, you’re proving to be too easy to tame, I don’t think this will work in my favor.” At first I could feel my heart beating erratically as I believed he was being honest and was about to tell me he was done, but I could feel the small movement of his cock rubbing against the swell of my ass, and a small groan accompanying his movements, my tail swishing over to wrap around his waist loosely, the rest dangling off to the side as I felt his tail caressing mine.

“I can be more of a challenge if you want,” I stated rather boldly, although I had no idea how as I wasn’t sure what to do, but I had to figure out something quick.

“Lie down.” He stated as I felt his tail unwrap from mine, his hips removing themselves from behind mine and I could feel slight disappointment at the loss of contact, his scent that once suffocated me now lingering behind slightly, I needed it back.

I didn’t waste any time as I lied on the blanket I had set out, blue eyes meeting his golden ones, my breath coming down my throat but getting stuck as soon as our eyes made contact, a breathless feeling washing over me as I knew what he was planning to do, almost instinctively reaching over for my kuru, watching as he does the same.

“Are you certain?” I asked aloud, hesitant on making the connection with him, what if he bonded with me and later regretted it?

“I would be honored to make the bond with you, syulang.” He whispers as he stares deep into the depths of my soul, his hand coming up to gently caress my face, I close my eyes as I lean into the warmth his hand provides.

“Are you certain?” He turns the question toward me and I shoot my eyes open, words dying on my tongue as I see the intensity of his stare, gulping down and nodding my head.

“Yes, I am certain.” I stated vocally and could see the relief washing over his features. He then leans his kuru toward me, still being a gentleman and giving me the option to back out if I needed to, but I smile and meet him in the middle, watching as the tendrils of our kuru wriggle around before connecting with his, the tendrils pulling one another close.

I could feel my pupils dilate as we connected, every single thought he had starts racing in my mind, every feeling he’s ever felt suddenly coming through me like a wild fire, but the one feeling that brought me back was his lust, apparently he’d been feeling that toward me for a while, I could only stare into his eyes, seeing his pupils blown wide as he stares back at me, a small blush dusting his face.

I could only leap into his arms as my lips attach themselves onto his, my hands coming to wrap themselves around his neck for support, his own body not having expected the sudden movement as he falls back onto the sand, hands wrapping around my body as they wander around. I managed to situate our bodies to the point where I’d sat on his cock, my hips moving on their own accord as I rub itself onto his shaft, juices gliding over him as my clit catches on his head lightly, a moan coming from my mouth and being muffled by his.

He manages to take control and flips me back over so I’m the one laying in the sand, my desperation getting the better of me as I attempt to push my hips up to gain some relief, failing to do so as his hands come onto my hip bones, pushing me down in order to get me to stop. I oblige with his silent command but still feel the urge to thrust my hips, but I wait for his next move, feeling his domination through the bond, something I didn’t feel like doing was upsetting him at this moment and I laid still.

“Good girl,” He comments and I couldn’t help but whine at the praise he’d given me, my brain going mushy at the compliment, suddenly feeling hotter than ever. The grains of sand tickling my shoulder blades were the only form of stimulation I was getting and I was starting to become impatient.

“Patience Syulang,” He speaks again before grasping his cock, tugging himself a couple of times before coming close to my pussy and slapping the head of his cock on my clit.

I moaned as I spread my legs further for him, feeling the breeze hitting my cunt and closing my eyes. I could hear his groan of approval before slowly gliding himself down to gather some of my slick, the very tip of his cock going in, the stretch starting to feel glorious as I desperately wait for him to insert the rest of himself.

“Teyam, please-“ I rasp out desperately, hands coming up to try to hold on to something to stabilize me, his back coming into contact with my hands and my nails digging into the flesh selfishly.

“You feel so damn good,” He moans out as he slides more of himself in, I could only let out choked moans at the wonderful feeling of being stuffed with his cock, not giving a damn if anyone were nearby to hear me.

“I need m-more-“ I selfishly request and feel as he begins to thrust the length he does have in, going slowly as to not hurt me.

“Oh Eywa,” He grunts as he sinks himself in, feeling the hilt of his cock, his balls kissing the swell of my ass as his hips come close to mine, I unconsciously clench around his length and can hear a slight growl leaving his lips, his thoughts becoming a foggy mess through the bond, my fangs poking through my smile as I feel it’s my time to shine, purposely beginning to move my hips away from his.

I could feel the sting of his fat cock leaving the warmth of my pussy as I attempted to drag myself away before feeling his hands clamp down on my hips to prevent me from moving, taking the time to look up at his face to find it stuck in a grimace, the bond telling me he wasn’t in pain, but attempting to sort himself through the pleasure.

“So fucking good-“ He mutters in a language I can’t quite understand, but hearing him groan those words suddenly made me feel even more powerful, a smirk plastered on my face as he opens his eyes to look right at me, shimmying my hips around and feeling myself sliding off his cock.

“No!” He mutters between his closed lips as he attempts to keep me held in that position, his fingers slipping from my hips as I continue to shimmy away from him, before feeling an unpleasant emptiness settle itself in me, deciding to stop and move toward him, trying to settle his cock back inside.

“Oh great mother!” I gasped as I slide down rather quickly, not having expected Neteyam to be focused on stopping me from going in one direction instead of both, and meeting his hips with mine, the slap of our skin resonating in the air.

“Fuck,” He repeats the word louder as he attempts to catch his breath but struggles to breathe.”, I place my hand on his heart as I pant, feeling it pounding in his rib cage, almost begging to be set free.

“S-sl-slow your heart,” I commented and hear him groan in frustration, grasping my hips and sliding himself out before slamming himself back in rather roughly, making me jump slightly at the feeling and arch my back slightly in an attempt to fit more of his length in.

“I’ll try,” He grunts out and seems to be having a hard time concentrating, taking in a big breath and attempting to slow the rate his heart had been beating at, my hand still on his chest as I feel the rhythm slowing down by a bit.

“Good-“ I rasp out.

“C-can I t-try something?” I stutter out while dizzying myself on the lewd thoughts he was having, wanting to ravage my body and do nothing more than breed me, the submissive part of my brain wanting nothing more than to comply with his wishes.

“Okay, yeah, okay.” He repeats himself as he nods his head, still taking his sweet time to empty myself of his presence before sliding all the way back in, my back arching once more at the feel of his cock sliding against all the right spots inside me.

“Turn-“ I muttered as we managed to fumble onto the ground, slowly turning over until his back had been on the ground before us, and I had been on top, settling my knee’s on the floor and placing my hand on his chest, sliding my hips up and away from his thick cock.

“Holy shit,” He attempt to catch his breath before I slam myself back down, feeling fuller at this angle than I had when we were in missionary. His hands gliding up my hips and onto my waist before settling themselves back on my hips, his thumbs caressing the skin it could reach.

“I’m going to set a pace, I need you to match me, if you don’t match, I won’t let you come.” I muttered low enough for him to hear me, opening his eyes in shock at the threat I had made.

I didn’t bother waiting for a verbal confirmation as I began to set a rather slow pace, lifting my hips from his crotch sensually before sliding back down just as slow, teasing him at this point as his length bobs inside me once, myself clenching around him as our moans mingled in the air.

I can feel his hands tighten around my hips before he moves himself to a faster pace than the one I had set, I stop all movements and hear him whine in frustration, opening his eyes and glaring at me.

“I said match to match me.” I stated rather sternly, taking my hands off of his chest and crossing my arms to prove a point, but accidentally sinking down further onto his cock, a low moan slipping past his lips as I gasp in delight.

“Okay, I’m sorry, it just feels good,” He mutters as he lets go of one of my hips, hand slowly trailing down the small of my back before settling at the base of my tail and tugging it back, my pupils blowing wide as I clench around him, almost throwing my head back.

“You h-have to con-troll me,” I stutter through my words as my own thoughts were beginning to mush up, nothing becoming coherent anymore as I desperately rise my hips up from him as my hands settle onto his chest and setting another slow pace, but still different than the one before, feeling his determination through our bond as he begins to move his own hips to synch up with mine.

Our hips moving as though the two were in tempo with one another, separating for a second before meeting back down in the middle once more, my breathing starting to become quicker than what it had been as I begin to lose myself in the pleasure, starting to go faster and feeling him keeping up with me.

“‘Teyam-“ I gulp down a moan as I feel myself beginning to float in pleasure, the vision behind my eyelids beginning to lighten up as I continued squeezing my eyes shut, but knowing I had to do what I least expected to, stopping all motion and starting back down slowly.

Neteyam kept going at the quickened pace and I knew that meant it was time for me to stop moving my hips, hearing his disappointed sounds as he too stills himself, attempting to catch his breath as we both sporadically start moving at the same pace, I could only look down on him with approval in my eyes and see him smirking back.

“This feels good,” I moaned as I began to pick up the pace once more and feel him following my lead, I couldn’t stop myself at this point as I was too far gone to care anymore, starting to ride him as quick as I could, feeling the pleasure running its coarse through my body, his speed matching mine and not once slowing down until we both came in unison.

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The twists and turns the creature makes are rather quick, but he swims with accuracy as his body lies flat with the tsurak, following it wherever it chooses to go, not once being thrown off.

“Damn,” Lo’ak states as we all stand and watch in awe of Neteyam’s success.

“This is amazing!” Tsireya shouts happily as she too watches Neteyam weave through the water on the mount, but now came the hardest part, he gets in position with his stance, and as soon as the tsurak flies above the water, he does too.

The tsurak deploys its large pectoral fins as it begins to glide in the air, turning a sharp left without a care in the world, the man on top of him following swiftly as his body naturally leans in the direction of the tsurak’s turn.

I watched as he manages to quickly change positions atop the mount, both of them entering the water in a clean dive without having flown off the entire time since he’d started, I could feel a sense of pride swelling up in my body as I watch him emerge from the water with a smile on his sweet face.

“It’s like the change happened overnight,” Ao’nung chimed in, my ears flicker upon hearing his words and felt my cheeks heat up, attempting to hide myself from his view but being thankful that Neteyam had been making his way over toward me.

He was ready.

[taesanluv3r]

nicest guy.

kim woonhak x reader

inspired by bnd's MAMA performance! the hyungs getting their baby ready for prom night! taesan's a menace and yn's dad is hard-headed, also woonhak has his license in this. lowercase intended. cuss words, kiss scene. pls ignore any spelling mistakes or grammatical errors. enjoyy

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"you're going to prom in that?!"

with the way jaehyun was staring at him, you'd think kim woonhak had showed up in a jersey and sweats. "what?" the young boy asks before taking in a deep gulp, an uneasy feeling sprouting up his body at the way his hyungs eyed him down. "it's not bad is it? i mean it's a suit...?" he questions, eyebrows curling into a pose of doubt. to be fair, he wasn't wrong, it was a suit...a suit that belonged to his dad way before his time, that is.

"i mean...apart from the fact that it's a billion years out of style and like- three sizes too big on you...i guess it is a suit!" taesan chuckles, prompting riwoo, who stood beside him, to do the same. "yeah! i mean i wouldn't be caught dead in that, but a suit's a suit...i guess..." the backhanded statements made the youngest boy roll his eyes, whining as he slumped down onto the couch in the boys' shared dormitory.

"hyung, what do i do? i mean in a couple hours i have to go pick the yn ln up from her house and then i'm supposed to give her the best prom experience in the world and i can't even pick the right outfit?! i mean, how do i expect her to say yes to being my girlfriend if i can't get anything right?! i'm such a loser!" the older guy's looked at the boy with sympathy, watching as he ran his hands through his hair in frustration.

"woonhak..." sungho starts, taking a seat beside him. "don't say that...you're more than just a loser" - "yeah, cause he's a huge loser!" taesan butts in, "dude, can't you see the kid's stressing? leave him alone!" leehan says, striking the menacing one upside his head. "don't listen to him, broski...i mean, yn did say yes to your prom-posal, didn't she? that's something!" woonhak nods along to the word's of his older friends, beginning to gain back the confidence he had lost just a moment ago.

"yeah! and besides, the outfit isn't that big a deal...we'll just have to fix some things..." jaehyun says, "mhm, and we can help you with all of that. we are, after all, your beloved hyungs" riwoo smiles, pressing a hand onto the boy's back in reassurance. "now come on..." he continues, beginning to pull woonhak up from the couch.

"...if you're planning to confess your love to yn tonight, then we got some serious work to do!"

"operation: turn loser woonhak into gentlemanly woonhak so that he can win over his long time crush who's lowkey out of his league, is a go- ow! quit hitting me!"

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"hm..." leehan squints, his pointer finger pressed against his lips. "try the red one again..." woonhak rolls his eyes, taking off the tie around his neck for what felt like the billionth time. "how about the blue-" - "hyung, seriously? i've tried the blue one on like- four times already!" leehan laughs at the boy's annoyance. "okay fine, at least try on the purple one, please?" the younger of the two obliges, throwing the last of the ties on. "oh, gross! red it is...use the red tie" woonhak almost throws a tantrum, "seriously?! all that work for you to pick the first one i put on? she better love this tie or i'm gonna crash out" leehan smiles with his eyes, leaning over to pinch the other's cheeks.

"beauty takes time, baby"

"bro, stay still!" sungho exclaims, holding their maknae down by his shoulders. "i'm trying to but you plus a giant curling iron is kind of freaking me out!" the older one scoffs, "don't be such a baby, it's not like i'm gonna burn you! and how do you expect me to fix this mop on your head if you keep moving, huh?" woonhak sighs, giving up on fighting back; he wasn't going to win anyways.

"now hand me the hairspray..."

"and five, six, seven, eight and- no, no, no!" riwoo shakes his head and slaps a hand onto his forehead. "what? what am i doing wrong? those are literally the right moves!" poor woonhak, his head's just moments away from exploding. "it's the beat, dude! you need to stay on beat! how do you expect to win this girl over if you can't dance on beat? start over from the top" riwoo claps his hands, bending down to rewind the song on his phone.

"and five, six, seven, eight..."

"uh...hey...um-" - "stop, stop, stop!" taesan shoves a palm in front of woonhak's face. "you really like this girl and you're about to ask her to be your girlfriend. this is something you've been waiting for your whole life and you start with...uh...hey?" the other boys laugh at his spot-on impression of their youngest, "c'mon woonhak, you know you can do better than that! here, i'll show you an example" jaehyun chimes in, asking sungho to stand in front of him. "pretend sungho is the girl, okay?" woonhak nods, watching closely like it were lesson worth half his semester grade.

"first, you want to get her alone, somewhere nice so that it's just the two of you. hey sungho, follow me..." jae begins, reaching a hand out for sungho to take. "then, you want to give her something that shows you care, say...a rose-" the guy is interrupted, "she prefers tulips though" woonhak states, making the others smile. "fine, then give her a tulip..." jaehyun continues, picking up a pen from the coffee table to use as a prop. "here, this is for you..." he says, handing the "flower" over to sungho who gasps comically, sending the group of guys into a fit of laughter.

"guys, shut up, this last part is the most important. you gotta remember this, woonhak"

the maknae nods, beginning to take mental notes. "you have to speak from your heart" woonhak's eyebrows furrow in confusion, "what do you mean?" leehan pats his back from beside him, "he means this is the point where you have to confess to her!" jaehyun nods, "yup! and we mean really confess. tell her how you feel, why you feel that way, really sell it to her" taesan butts in again, "you gotta show her that being with you is worthwhile" sungho agrees, "vulnerability helps! ask her to give you a chance, tell her how much she means to you" riwoo joins in finally, "and then, when she says yes, kiss her under the moonlight- for a bit of romance, of course"

woonhak sighs, taking all the information in. "if she says yes..." the older boys watched as doubt took over his complexion. "hey, don't say that!" jaehyun says, clicking his tongue. "yeah, bro...i know i keep calling you a loser and all, but that's just part of your charm- i mean, you're a nice guy, woonhak. and once you add our advice to the mix, she'll be yours in no time!" taesan's words are sincere, though his stoic expression said otherwise but that's just how he looks.

"if you say so..." the boy trails off, breathing deeply as he began to stand up again. "i have to go pick her up now...wish me luck, please" his hyungs shoot him big smiles, almost tearing up (jaehyun fully cried) at the sight of their youngest all grown up and ready to take on his first prom. making sure his tie was on straight and fixing the loose strands of his hair, they finally send him out the door, watching as he gets into the car and begins to drive away.

"goodluck, woonbaby! we love you!"

"fighting! go get her!"

"make hyung proud, woonhak!"

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'this is it woonhak...it's time to face her...and her parents...shit i completely forgot about her parents...fuck...well, don't just stand there, woonhak! ring the doorbell!'

ding dong!

the boy could hear a quiet rustling noise coming from behind the door. he waited patiently for an answer, fixing his posture and checking his reflection in the window in the meantime. he closes his eyes and takes a couple more deep breaths before the creak of an opening door brings him back to reality.

a man, who was the spitting image of his crush, stood before him, yn's dad. woonhak clears his throat before bowing slightly, "hello sir, my name is kim woonhak and i'm here to pick your daughter up for prom" the lack of answer freaks the boy out as he reaches a trembling hand out for the man to shake. "s...sir?" he squeaks out, voice raising by a couple octaves.

"honey, who is it at the door?" a sweet female voice breaks the awkward - and fearful - silence. "is that yn's date?" she asks before emerging from behind the man at the door. if woonhak thought yn's dad was the spitting image of her, well then her mom must've been her twin! "oh- uh, hello mrs ln, i'm woonhak! your daughter's date...i'm here to pick her up!" the boy stutters a bit but manages to finish his sentence. the tension in his body slowly began to exit out when the woman laughs happily, grabbing his shaking hand and inviting him right into their home.

"sorry about my husband, sweetie, he's just a bit of a hard-head and he just isn't quite set on the idea of his baby princess already going to her first prom! sorry if he gave you a hard time" mrs ln was kind, she spoke in a way that made the air-conditioned room start to get warm. "oh, not at all...you have a lovely home, by the way" woonhak started to feel comfortable, gratefully taking the cup of tea he was offered. "well aren't you just the sweetest, yn's still getting ready- you know how us girls are! i'm just gonna pop in up there and let her know you're waiting, okay?" the boy smiles as he nods, "thank you"

the next ten or so minutes felt like hours as the boy awkwardly tried to make small conversation with his date's dad in the living room. "so...uh...do you like baseball...sir?" he stutters as he makes eye contact with the framed baseball jersey that hung on one of the walls. mr ln nods, "yup, i dabble. do you?" his monotonous tone paired with his expression-less face made poor woonhak's heart beat out of his chest. "yeah...yeah i love baseball, used to be my biggest dream to be a baseball player" the man laughs, scaring the boy a bit, but he tries to play it cool. "a scrawny kid like you? baseball? right..." he wasn't gonna lie, that did hurt his ego a little, and if it weren't for the fact that he was the father of the girl he loved so much, kim woonhak would've lost it right then and there.

the sound of footsteps emerging from up the stairs interrupted the two guys from their conversation - if you can even call it that. "and now i present to you..." mrs ln begins, standing at the top of the steps. "princess yn!" she announced, a familiar giggle following as a figure appeared beside her. "mom! i told you to stop calling me that!"

there she was. woonhak's mouth fell agape as he got up from his seat, almost stumbling from the sight before him. she had on the prettiest dress, embellished with all kinds of tiny silver jewels. it hugged her body just right, her hair flowing off of her head so effortlessly, as if she just woke up like this. yn ln looked perfect, just...

"beautiful"

"you don't look too bad yourself" her honey-like voice shakes the boy out of his thoughts. "huh? oh! um, hey" the girl giggles, her nose scrunching in the process. "i like your dress" woonhak smiles, feeling nervous from the sudden close proximity; when did she get from the top of the stairs to standing right in front of him? "thanks, i like your tie- the red looks good with the suit" yn's compliment makes him blush and he makes a mental note to thank leehan later.

"oh, aren't you two just adorable? come here, let me get some pictures for facebook!" mrs ln beckons, tilting her head to direct the pair over to one side of the room. "okay...one more...and...done! aw, aren't they just lovely? right, honey?" mr ln grunts, "i guess so..." another tense silence submerges the space. yn clears her throat, "well! we'd love to stay and chat but i think woonhak and i should get going now!" her date nods, "mhm! yup! it was so nice meeting you guys, thank you for the tea and for letting me take your daughter to prom- it really means a lot" the man and woman nod along to the boy's words, "of course, sweetie. you two stay safe!" mrs ln speaks as she follows them out the door.

"we will! love you guys, i'll see you later! and dad? please stop staring at him like a psycho, thank you"

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"you good?" woonhak asks, watching as yn strapped her seatbelt on. she smiles sweetly, "mhm, are you? sorry my dad's such a weirdo" he laughs, finally starting to feel less nervous. "he called me a scrawny kid...what does that even mean?" she giggled, "well, that's dad for you...don't let it get to your head, hakie..." her usual nickname for him made his heart skip a few beats, "and if it's any consolation, i think you're perfect!...now let's go, i'm itching to get on the dance floor" woonhak tries to ignore the compliment, not wanting it to distract him from driving safely to their prom venue - aka their high-school gymnasium.

and off they went.

the drive didn't take much time at all, being that the ln household was only eight minutes away from the school. upon arriving, woonhak parks his car amongst the others in the lot. he gets out first, scrambling to make it to the passenger's side in time to open up the door for yn and help her down.

she giggles, beginning to step out of the vehicle as he takes her hand in his softly. "thank you. when did you get so gentlemanly?" the boy sticks his chest out with pride, "i kinda took a gentleman crash course before picking you up, honestly" yn laughs, "just for me?" woonhak wiggles his eyebrows before dramatically bowing, "all for you, princess yn" the girl playfully pushes him to the side, "you meeting my parents might've been the worst thing ever!" the boy rolls his eyes, "at least we got that out of the way, right?" she nods, "c'mon! party time!"

the prom was just like what they've always dreamed of. drunk on non-alcoholic beverages, people sweating their make-up off on the dance floor, and of course, sharing stupid smiles with their friends and their dates. as the time passed by the music went from ballads to clean versions of the latest pop releases, and the buffet of food prepared on every corner of the gym had slowly decreased. students were having the time of their lives, some had left to make-out in the hallways, other's had decided to leave the campus completely.

woonhak watches from beside the bowl of fruit punch as his date stuffed her face with all sorts of cheeses from the charcuterie board. how'd she look so cute just doing whatever? that can't be legal. somewhere amidst his staring, the boy felt a presence on his shoulders - or rather, he felt five very familiar presences on his shoulders.

"pssttt, woonhak!" the imaginary voice, that sounded eerily similar to myung jaehyun, calls. the boy's face contorts in confusion. huh? he thought before another voice spoke. "it's time! remember what we taught you!" that one sounded an awful lot like riwoo. "go shoot your shot, woohak! fighting!" a third voice that was a mix of leehan's and taesan's finished. before he could even gather any of his thoughts, an invisible force pushes him straight towards yn.

"hakie! you have to try this...it's gouda with herbs! i fucking love cheese...hey...you okay?" the last of her sentence came off worried, her eyebrows tilted upwards. "yeah...um...i think i just need some air, come with me to the football field?" the girl agrees without hesitating, grabbing one last slice of the creamy dairy concoction before beginning to walk towards the back exit of the gym. woonhak follows close behind, sneakily snatching one of the tulips from the vase at the very end of the buffet table.

step 1: get her alone...done.

"wow...the sun's setting already!" yn twirls around happily as they entered the empty field, the cool air hitting their skin and causing goosebumps to emerge. woonhak smiled, he always found himself smiling at her. "hey..." she called, starting to walk towards the boy. "you sure you okay?" he shakes his head but quickly switches to nodding, very rapidly. "mhm! yeah, i'm fine...uh...here!" he suddenly exclaims, pulling the stolen flower out from behind his back. she jumps in shock at the sudden gesture but giggles sweetly as she retrieves the single tulip.

"did you steal this from the buffet?" yn questions, sticking an eyebrow up jokingly. "um...no...?" woonhak lies, though the dumb grin on his face said otherwise. "well, thanks anyways...tulips are my favourite" she stares at the pink plant lovingly, finding it fascinating the way the setting sun began to illuminate against it's petals. "i know they are" they share another smile, and he watches as she tucks the flower into a loop on her dress, right by her hip.

step 2: a gift to show you care...done.

the first two steps to his hyungs' three step guide had been successful. the boy felt a little more confident now, just one last step left...the hardest of them all, it's time to confess.

"hey, hakie" - "hey, yn" the pair speak in unison, both abruptly pausing. "you first" they jinx again, laughing softly. "you first, hakie" yn says, to which woonhak nods. the boy takes a deep breath before taking one step closer to her, "yn..." he trails off, grabbing both her hands in his. his chest in pounding, he swears she could feel his heartbeat through his wrists. "what is it?" she asks, a tone of genuine worry laced within her words.

'speak from your heart...tell her how you really feel'

"listen yn, i like you. i like you a lot! you make me really happy and you make me laugh and sometimes you make me really really nervous" the girl's mouth opens to speak but he doesn't let her, not yet. "i think i've honestly liked you for like ever! i mean how could i not? you're awesome- er- i mean, you're amazing and cool and just ah! you're perfect and- wait, wait, let me finish first and then you can react" she giggles at the obvious excitement underlining his nerves, nodding and allowing him to speak. "and i know that i can be a huge loser sometimes, and totally un-cool, and i can't even be twenty percent sure that you like me in any way but..."

woonhak pauses to think - and to catch his breath.

'show her that being with you is worthwhile'

"yn, if you gave me a chance, i swear i will be the nicest guy you'll ever know - i mean, i'll treat you right and i'll cherish you with my whole heart literally for the rest of my life. yn, i...i love you and...i might melt and scream and cry if you ever felt even a smidgen this way for me..." the boy straightens his back up as he breathes in once more, "yn ln...would you...maybe, possibly...would you like to be my girlfriend?"

he didn't know when or how, but somewhere amidst his monologue-like confession his eyes had started to well up in tears, a single droplet slipping down his cheek. "you...you can react now, yn" the girl only smiles, letting go of one of his hands to graze her own against his face, wiping away that single tear.

"oh, hakie..." she prolongs, focusing on the way his lips quivered in hope and in slight fear. "first of all, you don't need to swear on anything! i know for a fact that you're the nicest guy in the whole world..." the expression on his face softens as her hand moves back to holding his. "you know, it would've saved you a lot of time if you had skipped the whole speech and just asked me straight-forward" he's confused now, his mind is all over the place and he can't seem to understand what's going on. "why...why's that?" he musters under his breath; his breath that only got heavier. "cause..."

"i'd love to be your girlfriend, loser"

the boy's eyes widened, was he hearing her right? was this really happening? finding the look on his face ever so amusing, yn breaks into a fit of loud and happy laughter. it felt as though a mass production of fireworks had just erupted around them and the empty field held the same warmth as the gymnasium that swarmed with people. the pair are frozen, she doesn't know what to do next and he's searching his brain for an answer.

'when she says yes, kiss her under the moonlight'

with his heart full and beating straight out of it's socket, woonhak uses light force to pull yn closer, pressing a passionate kiss on her lips. it takes a second for her to register the gesture, just a second before she had completely melted into the moment. the couple smiled into the kiss, letting out bashful giggles as they held each other tight - youthful and happy right under the moonlight.

"hey, what were you gonna say before? like- before you told me to talk first?" the boy spoke, their lips still in contact. "mmm...i don't know, it was probably not important, whatever...kiss me" he laughs, ridding of any extra space between them.

step 3: tell her how you really feel...done...and kiss her under the moonlight...ongoing.

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"and then the gym teacher caught us kissing on the field and told us not to so we decided to get in the car and end the night there and...yeah! that's it"

the five older boys cheered as their maknae recalled the fresh sequence of events. "well done, woonhak! i knew you had it in you" sungho says, patting the boy on his shoulder. "yeah, me too...i never doubted you for a second!" taesan followed, causing everyone to roll their eyes and sigh.

kim woonhak giggled almost manically, screaming as he flopped onto his back on the carpeted floor. "wah! i can't believe i'm officially dating the yn ln...pinch me, i must be dreaming!" - "don't actually pinch him, taesan"

the end.

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WAAAAA first loooooooongggg fic in a while!!! cant believe i actually finished this. i wrote for 4 hours straight lololol been thinking of this since MAMA so!!!!! hope u guys enjoyed it, ill try to write more soon. love, kona.

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[pineconepie]

CHARACTERS: Octavian, fem!Reader

WARNINGS/TAGS: Fem reader, mentioned she/her pronouns to reader, reader gets period/menstrual cycle, embarrassment, implied younger reader, blood (non-injury), hurt/comfort, slight infantilization

WORD COUNT: 1.5k

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This was another commission! I've been on testosterone for a while that I forgot what having my period feels like, I felt almost like a confused cis man writing this LOL. There will be one for Vincent coming soon too!

You try to not freak out, but it's hard not to when you see the blood staining your undergarments when changing. You know what's going on, but it doesn't change anything by much. You feel gross, disgusted, angry, all sorts of emotions. Above everything, though, you feel embarrassed. Your stomach hurts so bad that you just want to crawl up in a ball and die.

There's a soft knock on the door, making you jump.

"(Y/n)?" he gently asks. "Are you okay in there? You've been in there for a while." His voice is soft as always, but also clearly worried.

"I'm fine!" you yelp. You cringe at how high-pitched your voice sounded. "I'll be out in a sec. Sorry." You squirt some soap on your hands to hopefully get rid of the smell of blood.

He takes a moment to respond. You can tell he's thinking.

"You don't sound fine," he murmurs. "Sweetheart, if there's something wrong, you know you can tell me."

The gentleness of his tone makes you feel guilty. "I'm okay, Papa, I promise."

He lingers at the door a few seconds longer, before finally sighing. "Alright. Well, come down soon. Breakfast is ready." The floorboards creak under him as he leaves you alone, but you notice he takes his time leaving, as if expecting you to change your mind.

You sigh heavily once he's gone, tears pooling in the corners of your eyes.

To avoid his enhanced sense of smell, you spray some of his perfume on yourself. It smells like cashmere and lavender.

After that, you cautiously make your way downstairs to where breakfast is waiting. As you step down from the stairs and enter the dining area, you see Octavian has pulled out your chair for you. He gently gestures with one hand for you to sit.

You smile shakily at him.

"There she is," he greets warmly, pressing a kiss to your temple once you sit. "Good morning."

"Mornin'," you mumble, face going hot. You don't really have an appetite with how bad your stomach feels right now, so you poke at your food rather than eat it.

He's still standing behind you. You can practically feel his eyes watching you with a worried intensity.

When you continue not to speak, he sighs.

"...what's wrong?"

You freeze, looking everywhere but at him nervously. He sees that. "Nothing."

"Are you sure?" he presses. His gaze burns into your skull. It's almost worse than if he were angry. You can tell just how concerned he is, and it just makes you feel even more awful.

"I have a stomach ache," you mutter. It isn't technically a lie. It does hurt. A lot.

His expression softens and he clicks his tongue in sympathy. He rests a cool palm on the small of your back. "Aw, darling... why didn't you say so sooner? I can make something much easier for that tummy ache of yours. How does soup sound, hmm?"

It's embarrassing being treated like such a baby in front of him, but his obvious attempts to console you are sweet nonetheless.

"I'm okay," you mutter. "I think I'm just... tired. I'm gonna go lay down." You just want to suffer with your cramps alone.

Octavian's brows furrow, and his expression falls slightly. "I can give you something for the pain, at least..." he murmurs. There's an uncharacteristic hint of desperation to his tone.

He doesn't want to let you out of his sight, it seems. That's usual behavior for him, but now it seems less out of pure lonely clinginess, and more out of fear. As if you're covered in injuries, and not just having bad cramps.

"Sure," you agree, hoping maybe that'll get him off your case.

He smiles, though his brows remain upturned with worry. "I'll be right back."

It doesn't take long for him to come back with medicine and tea. You manage to force both down despite the growing nausea accompanying the ache in your gut.

He keeps trying to press for answers, asking if you're sick. He asks multiple times what's wrong and seems nearly frantic. He goes so far as to put his hand against your forehead, checking if you have a fever. You do, which isn't helping. All you know is that you feel gross and terrible and just want to curl up in bed with your blanket.

"It's just a small stomach ache, Papa," you mutter. "I'm fine, I promise. You can leave me alone now..."

Octavian hesitates, then nods. "Okay... but if you need absolutely anything—anything—you'll call for me. Right?"

"Yes," you nod. "Of course."

Your words seem to reassure him at least partially, because he leans forward and kisses your hair before letting you be alone. "I love you. I'll either be in the kitchen or living room if you need me. Or just shout."

"I love you too," you murmur, and retreat upstairs to your bedroom.

...

A few hours pass, and you do end up falling asleep, the medicine not giving you much relief.

When you wake up, there's fresh blood on your sheets. Tears run down your face and you want to scream in pain and frustration, but you force yourself not to.

You scramble out of your bed, staring at the red spot on your bed sheets. There's no way Octavian won't notice this. No chance. Oh, god. You hate the idea of him knowing. The very idea makes you feel gross and humiliated, not to mention terrified.

Maybe you should just tell him and get it over with. Or maybe you should try hiding it from him instead. You don't want him to look at you differently.

There's a knock on your door. "(Y/n), sweetheart? I know you said you weren't hungry, but I made soup. May I come in?"

You panic when you hear his voice, trying to frantically hide your sheets. Unfortunately, the task is hard to accomplish without getting more blood everywhere and making more messes. A tiny bit gets on your hands and it makes your lip wobble with humiliation.

"No!" you cry out through tears. You internally curse; great, now he definitely knows something is wrong.

Octavian, despite having the utmost respect for privacy most of the time, bursts open the door in a panic.

You immediately turn around so you face away from him, frantically hiding your stained bedsheets behind you. It's futile.

He stares at you, seemingly baffled by your behavior. "Sweetheart, what's going on? Talk to me, please, you're scaring me." He pauses, taking in your shaking figure. "Why are you crying?" He looks ready to cry himself, which only increases tenfold when he smells it. His brow furrows and his gaze darkens. "...no."

"Wait, Papa, its not what you think, I—" you start, but he's already frantically searching you for injuries.

Octavian's eyes are wider than you've ever seen them as they scan you all over, hands gripping your shoulders tightly.

His look of panic somehow increases when he sees the blood on the sheets you're holding behind your back. "Oh my God," he whispers. His hands slide from your shoulders to cradle your face. He holds you in place and tilts your head from side to side, examining you closer. He's clearly looking for injuries.

Given that you're a vampire like him, you find it a bit more ridiculous that he's reacting in such a way.

Before he can have a full blown panic attack, you speak.

"Papa, it's just my period," you rasp. Your voice is scratchy from sleep and crying. "That's what's been wrong this morning. I... got it for the first time today."

Relief floods over him. The color slowly returns to his face and he relaxes entirely, nearly collapsing on you in his weak state of reprieve.

He holds you close to his chest, a soft sigh escaping him.

"I thought you were dying," he murmurs hoarsely.

"I can't, actually. Kind of part of the whole immortality thing," you awkwardly remind him.

He swallows thickly. "I suppose it's just instinct to fear the worst." He gently pulls away from the embrace and presses a kiss to your hair. You think you feel a tear fall onto your head. "Oh, my sweet girl. Why on earth didn't you tell me about this?"

"Umm, 'cause it was embarrassing?" you mutter.

"Embarrassing?" he repeats dumbfoundedly. "Now why would you think that?"

You fidget. "Well... because..."

He sighs after you trail off. "Well, I have not the slightest clue why you'd be embarrassed about something like this, but I'm just relieved. Is that why you were wearing my perfume earlier?"

"You noticed?" you squeak, feeling even more flustered.

"Of course I did. I thought about pointing it out, but I know you; I didn't want you thinking I was upset about it." He gently squeezes your hand. "Regardless. Come along, sweetheart, I think bathtime is in order. After that, I'll go into the town and get you some proper supplies, okay? Oh, and I'll wash your sheets and clothes."

You smile shakily. "Thanks for not being awkward about it."

"Nonsense, little love," he coos. "This is nothing to be awkward over. If I weren't still basking in relief that you aren't injured, I might be offended you think so little of me." A chuckle leaves his lips. "After we have everything taken care of, how about some cuddles with Papa by the fireplace? Tea, too."

"I'd love that," you murmur.

[moonstruckme]

could i request Scamander!Reader x Remus Lupin? Maybe they have been going on dates for a few months but turns out she knew he was a werewolf? She just didn't say anything cause she wanted to wait for him to tell her, but after a full moon, Remus got hurt like really really bad so when he wakes up the next morning he is at nursing and the reader is helping with his wounds (cause she's an scamander so she obviously should now how to fix werewolfs wounds fr)

and remus kinda freaks out because she isn't supposed to be there and starts trying to make excuses about his wounds

Thanks for requesting! I'm not a Scamander myself hehe so I had to look up some werewolf stuff but I hope this is alright :)

Remus Lupin x Scamander!reader ♡ 653 words

Remus wakes feeling like he always does after a full moon: exhausted, groggy, and so, so sore. From the brightness against his eyelids and the sounds around him, he knows he's in the infirmary. It's not uncommon, and as humiliating as the whole ordeal can be, he's glad to have Madam Pomfrey to care for him as he heals from the previous night's...events.

But when he opens his eyes, it's not Madam Pomfrey that sits at his bedside, applying some sort of paste to the gouge across his ribcage.

He must inhale or twitch in his surprise, because your attention turns to his face, your hands stilling.

"You're awake," you say, looking at Remus with eyes full of kindness and sympathy. He feels like he might vomit. "How are you feeling?"

"I'm fine," he says, too sharply, and hurt flashes across your features. Remus' heart is pounding, but he forces himself to take a breath, muzzling his panic. Still, his voice trembles slightly as he asks, "Y/N, love, what are you doing here?"

You smile softly, and Remus knows he's forgiven. "I knew there was some dittany in the greenhouse, so I thought I'd bring some to help heal you."

"I..." Why weren't you asking more questions? You and Remus had only been dating for a few months, and you'd yet to see him in the aftermath of a transformation. He hadn't had to lie to you yet, to make up excuses for why he missed days of class every month and reappeared with new scars. "I was out with Sirius and James last night, and we got fairly wasted." He forces what he hopes is a sheepish grin, though it doesn't feel very convincing. "I took a tumble down a hill, and well..." he gestures to his torn-up torso, shrugging as if it's just further evidence of he and his friends' foolishness.

"Remus," you say, and the nausea is back, your tone far too knowing for Remus' liking, "honey, it's okay. I wanted you to be able to tell me in your own time, but after last night..." You pause, your face pinching in distress as your eyes run over his wounds, ugly and oozing. "I couldn't just not help anymore. I'm sorry."

Remus' stomach is really roiling now, his entire body caught between fight and flight as he reckons with the shock of your admission and his bafflement at your composure. "You knew?" His voice comes out accusatory, but he can hardly muster the energy to correct it. "For how long?"

"I mean, it took me a couple weeks of getting to know you to figure it out." You shrug, going back to gently pressing the dittany to his wounds. "But really, Remus, it doesn't matter to me. I only care about being able to be there for you, to help."

A couple weeks, it'd taken you to learn his secret. So you'd known for months, while Remus had fretted over hiding his headaches from you and worrying that you'd eventually see him just like this, and now here you were. Remus takes a moment to look at you, the tenderness with which you touch him, careful to avoid hurting him further, the patience in your eyes as you wait for his response.

"You really aren't afraid?" he asks. Despite years of sharing all of himself with James and Sirius, Remus finds himself nearly unable to trust it. "Disgusted? Angry with me?"

The look you give him borders on offence, though there's still that same gentle sympathy in your eyes. "Merlin, Remus, of course not. I know it can't be easy for you, and I wouldn't expect you to tell me before you're ready. It's just...another part of you." You smile a bit, and Remus can't help but return it, bewildered and feeling very much on the precipice of falling in love. "And I like all of you, so there."