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[rissouu]

wake up my beautiful phat coochie mamas and give me some requests before i wet willy y’all.

[cheesemushrooms]

Doodles <3 if the Trojan war never happened

This was fun I will draw more odypen (and telophase probably)

[eddieintheocean]

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hello

thats alot of poeple there um

does this account now constitute as a coral reef or perhaps a hydrothermal vent because there are alot of creatures here today

[incognit0slut]

Everyone’s secretly a dom spence enthusiast, I knew it

Beyond the limit

>> Part two: the breaking point

Spencer is hesitant when you ask him to be rough, but when he realizes how much you enjoy it, he wonders just how far he can push your limit.

warnings: (MDNI, 18+) dom spence, guided/mutual masturbation, dirty talk, degradation (use of slut), orgasm control, hairpulling, choking, overstimulation, creampie, cumplay, squirting, rough sex, so many body fluids

a/n: 4k words for 4k followers! Thank you all so much, consider this as a token of my appreciation. This one is for you, I love you all ♡

Spencer considered himself as someone with a strong sense of self-control... until he found himself on top of you, right between your legs. How could he resist when your body felt so soft against his? When all his restraint seemed to vanish into thin air?

He had you pinned against the bed, his palms tracing your hips before moving to your breast. You moaned out his name as your nipples hardened against the thin material of your shirt—his shirt, to be exact. After all, it was how it all started.

The moment he was greeted by the view of your perfect ass when he came home from work, barely covered by his shirt you were wearing, something in him snapped. You looked so damn good, so damn tempting, practically begging to be touched.

It didn’t take long for him to discard his bag onto the floor before scooping you in his arms. You simply giggled, amused at his sudden urgency yet eagerly welcoming it as he led you into your shared bedroom.

Now he was right between your thighs, pressing his hard erection right against your panties. You could feel yourself getting wet by the friction and you found yourself parting your legs even further, grinding your hips along with his as his mouth continued to suck on the spot right below your ear.

Anytime you whimpered, he gripped you tighter, and your shaky hands clutched onto button-down shirt. There was something about him still dressed in his work clothes while you were nearly half-naked, his shirt bunched around your waist, leaving your lower half exposed. And you liked it. It made you feel vulnerable being pressed under him like this, sparking a strange desire to submit to him completely.

And now you craved more. You wanted to surrender to him, to let him take the lead. But to your dismay, his movements suddenly slowed down, leaving you momentarily confused because you could feel the way he was holding back. His hands were trembling against your body as if he was consciously avoiding being rough.

You slid your hands up to his chest, lightly pushing him away and he quickly drew back. His brows furrowed as he gazed down at you. "What is it? Did I do something wrong?"

Shaking your head, you reassured him. "No," you replied softly. "But... you don't have to hold yourself back for my sake, you know.”

His eyes narrowed in confusion. "What do you mean?"

You took a deep breath, searching for the right words. "I mean, I know you're trying to be careful, but... I want you to take control, without holding back. I want... more.”

A flicker of surprise crossed his features. "You want me to... be rough?" he asked cautiously.

You nodded, a flush creeping up your cheeks. "I do."

"But I- I don't want to hurt you."

You reached out, cupping his cheek tenderly. "I trust you, Spence. I trust us. And I want you to trust yourself too."

His expression softened under your touch. You took it as enough of a sign to push forward as your thumb swept back and forth across his jaw.

"If it's too much I'll tell you," you assured him.

He searched your eyes for a moment, uncertainty flickering within his gaze. "What if I hurt you?" he asked, his voice tinged with concern.

You bit your lip, studying his face for a moment before responding. "I think I'll like it if you do," you confessed, your cheeks flushing slightly. "But we don't have to do anything crazy you're not comfortable with. We don't necessarily have to do something you don't want to."

Spencer swallowed hard, processing your words. "So what do you want then?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your hand slid up the length of his jaw until your fingers slipped into his hair. Very carefully you gripped a handful of his curly strands in your fist. "Do whatever you want, baby," you answered. "Mark my skin. Pull my hair. Talk me through it."

You noticed the way his lips twitched at your words and you smiled.

"Fuck me hard," you demanded boldly.

His breath hitched as he searched your eyes. He definitely wanted to do those things, too. When he finally relaxed into your touch, a rush of anticipation surged through you, your heart beating rapidly.

"Are you sure?" he asked slowly.

You nodded, gripping his hair a bit harder, enjoying the way his breathing grew shallower. "Please," you whispered, your voice filled with desire.

With a barely audible groan, Spencer gave in to your request, his resolve melting away as his lips crashed against yours. Your pulse sped up excitedly in your chest in response—this was exactly what you wanted. That pure, raw desire that was too strong for him to contain. When he finally pulled away, he was breathing even heavier now, his shoulders heaving with each audible inhale.

"If we're going to do this, we'll do it my way," he declared firmly. "You will listen to me, understood?"

You nodded, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down your spine at the commanding tone of his voice. "Yes," you replied breathlessly.

And just when you thought he was about to delve into another kiss, he surprised you by pulling away. He sat back, his eyes narrowing as he focused on you. "Sit up and lean back on the pillow," he commanded.

Your heart raced as you complied, eagerly following his lead.

"Take off the shirt... leave your panties on."

You followed, leaning forward, your fingers grabbing the hem of your shirt before pulling it off your body, revealing your soft-looking skin to his eyes. His predatory gaze was locked on your breasts, noticing the way your nipples hardened as the cold air brushed your skin. When you leaned back again, he dragged the tips of his fingers up your thighs, gripping your waist for a moment before another demand left his lips.

"Spread your pretty legs," his soothing voice told you, staring intently between your thighs. You did as you were told, parting your knees, your feet propped up on the bed as you waited with bated breath for his next instruction, feeling yourself throb behind the drenched fabric.

"Now touch yourself." You gulped at his tone, sliding your fingers inside your panties. He suddenly called out your name in a warning, his voice alone stopping your hand in its tracks. "Over your panties, I'll tell you when to touch yourself directly."

You nodded, letting your fingers hover over the fabric of your panties. You let out a gasp when you felt how drenched you were before you found your clit. You were hyperaware of every movement you were making, you realized, and it turned you on way more than it should. You choked on your next moan, squeezing your eyes shut as felt the sensation growing along your body.

You suddenly felt a hand gripping your jaw and you quickly opened your eyes, greeted by him staring down at you. "Keep your eyes on me."

There was nothing else for you to do but to oblige. Your fingers continued to press down your clit, swirling around the sensitive bud desperately as he released his hold on your jaw before trailing down your chest, teasing your aching nipples. You whimpered and watched as his eyes traveled down your body.

Spencer hungrily took in the way your legs were spread apart before him, the way you were touching yourself so eagerly. Your fingers moved rapidly over your panties, the material now too drenched as it slipped between your folds every time you moved. Your pussy was barely covered and he could see your arousal dripping down your legs.

"Look at you," he mused, his hand traveling down your body, resting slightly at the inner part of your thigh. "You like putting on a little show, don't you?"

Your breaths came out in shallow, eager gasps, but when you attempted to increase your pace, he quickly shook his head. "Slower. We don't want to rush."

You complied, adjusting your movements to match his pace, and he rewarded you with a smile. "That's it. Nice and slow," he praised, his gaze locked on yours with intensity.

Through hooded eyes, you watched as he began to undress, each deliberate movement teasingly slow. His tie came first, followed by his shirt which he discarded carelessly onto the floor. His pants followed suit, and when he was completely naked, your eyes hungrily drank in the sight of his exposed body.

Your fingers on your own body slowed down as you took in the sight before you, the way he slowly gripped the base of his cock before squeezing it hard.

"Don't you stop, I didn't tell you to stop," he reminded you, his voice firm.

With a sharp inhale, you resumed your movements, the urgency returning as you focused on pleasuring yourself under his watchful gaze. Then as if to taunt you, he began pumping his length slow and steady as your eyes focused in on the motions.

"S-Spence," you whined, pushing your hips faster against your hand, trying to keep your rhythm in check though the sight of him pleasuring himself had you so weak in the moment. "I- I wanna take my panties off."

He gripped his cock tighter, working his fist quicker along the length as his breaths deepened. "Yeah? You wanna see how wet you are?"

His words sent a surge of warmth through your body, spreading from between your thighs to your cheeks as your fingers quickened in pace and your legs spread further for him to see. "Yes-yes- please," you begged.

"Such a desperate slut," he muttered. His crude words shouldn't have brought you pleasure, but they did, and your tight walls clenched around nothing. He noticed the effect it had on you and smiled. "You liked that, huh? You liked being called a slut?"

You gulped, your fingers moving faster. "Y-Yes."

He simply hummed in response, snaking his hands between you, finally slipping off your panties down your legs. His fingers then gripped the soft plush of your thigh, spreading you open for him, exposing your cunt to the open air as he massaged soothing shapes into your skin.

He sucked in a harsh breath through his teeth, taking in the mess between your legs. His gaze traveled your stomach, up to your perky breasts, before meeting your half-lidded eyes. He then slowly took your hand and your jaw slacked open when he abruptly sucked your fingers into his mouth.

His tongue felt hot, searingly so, as he laves over the pads of your middle and ring fingers, then dipped between them to caress your knuckles down to where they meet. A wave of heat traveled through you as he held your gaze, licking off your fingers one last time before guiding them back between your thighs.

"Keep going," he instructed, and you wasted no time in rubbing your clit feverishly. Your face twisted with pleasure, brow wrinkled, body tense, and each circle around your sensitive flesh brought you closer to the edge. The bedroom was filled with the sounds of crisp, rustling sheets underneath you and the slick motions of your fingers roaming your folds.

"Do you hear that? You're getting so loud. So wet," he gritted out. His eyes flickered up to your face, observing the delicate scrunch of your nose and your parted lips. "You're close, aren't you?"

You looked over to him. The view of his hand gripping his cock drew you so close to the edge you were balancing on, all the while attempting to feign control to give him the show he requested.

"Y- Yes," you admitted breathlessly, your body trembling with need.

He hummed a reply, soothing your thigh with his other hand. "Be a good girl and beg for it."

A choked whine escaped your lips.

"P-Please, let me come," you pleaded, the desperation evident in your voice as you sought his permission to release the tension coiling in your stomach.

"Ask nicely," he said, his tone firm yet encouraging. "Can I what?"

"Can I... I-I come?" you stammered, your eyes fluttering close, fingers moving rapidly on your clit.

"Look at me. Ask again."

Your eyes flickered open, meeting his intense gaze. "Can I-I come?" you begged, the desperation in your voice echoing your urgent desire.

"I can't hear you."

A moan ripped out of you, your body shaking uncontrollably under his gaze. Tears threatened to spill from the corners of your eyes as you struggled to hold on. "P-Please," you pleaded, your voice trembling with need. "Please let me come, I-I can't hold on much longer..."

"Louder," he demanded, his voice cutting through the haze of your desire, and that was when everything snapped. It was no longer a plea; instead, you were babbling incoherent words, unable to contain the overwhelming need coursing through your body.

"I-I'm s-sorry, I-I can't—" you cried, your voice strained with the effort of holding back.

But it was too late. Your resolve shattered, overwhelmed by the intensity of your desire. With a tear falling down your cheek, you locked eyes with him desperately as your climax crashed over you, consuming you entirely in its wave of ecstasy. It crept up on you, a gentle crescendo that abruptly peaked before slamming right into you.

Something in him snapped. Spencer never imagined he would enjoy having this much control over your body, but in this moment, he did. It was twisted, and although a hint of remorse flickered within him, his desire overpowered any sense of guilt.

Even as your body trembled uncontrollably from the intensity of your orgasm, he acted on impulse, flipping you over to lie on your stomach. The shift in position only fueled his desire further, igniting a primal need to dominate and possess you completely.

A moment later his hand came down on your ass with a sharp smack that drew a gasp out of you. He then crawled over you as his knees landed on either side of your thighs, the mattress bowing under his weight. Both of his hands dropped roughly down onto your ass, kneading the soft flesh.

You felt him lining his cock up with your entrance, your eyes closing in anticipation of him filling you. And then he plunged himself into you in one swift, sharp thrust which had your head dropping down into your pillow, burying your face in it as you tried to muffle the cry of pleasure that flew out of you.

He began pumping into you, his pace was slow at first, long strokes of drawing his cock out and back in earning quiet whimpers from you against the pillow. One of his hands released your hip before you felt him grabbing a fistful of your hair, just at the base of your skull, and sharply pulling.

"Stop burying yourself," he grunted. "Let me hear those pretty sounds."

You let out a moan, body shaking with every thrust of his hips, the room spinning as he picked up his pace. You felt the slow withdrawal of his cock as his hips drew back from you, but you weren't prepared for the way he rammed himself swiftly forward into you seconds after while tightening his grip on your hair.

A high-pitched, breathy noise of pleasure tore out of you at the feel of it. Encouraged, he repeated the gesture, the tug on your hair even rougher. You moaned loudly in response, your hips beginning to eagerly press backward into him as he brutally fucked you into the mattress.

"That's my girl," he praised. "Just like that, let me hear how good my cock makes you feel."

Your eyelids grew heavy under the weight of his words, your mouth going slack. Spencer was as loud as you as he repeatedly buried his cock in you over and over again. It didn't take long before his vicious thrusts had your eyes rolling back behind closed lids, your mind going entirely blank to everything but this very moment.

He then lowered onto his left forearm as his front molded over your back. The hard, solid feel of him behind you had you pressing back up into him, teeth gritting together as his cock buried itself somehow further inside of you. He released his grip on your hair, his hand swiftly moving to encircle your throat.

A moan escaped your lips as you felt the slight pressure of his grip, a surge of arousal coursing through you. His hand slid up further, encircling the bottom of your jaw as he carefully pulled your head backward, drawing it towards his shoulder until his mouth was beside your ear.

"Is this what you wanted?" Your breath hitched at his proximity, the heat of his body searing against your back as you struggled to form a coherent response. You could only manage a breathless nod in response.

"Let's see how far I can ruin you," he murmured, his voice a seductive whisper that sent a thrill through you despite the underlying threat in his words.

As his grip on your throat tightened ever so slightly, you couldn't suppress the moan that escaped your lips, surrendering completely as he picked up his pace, his hips rocking more rapidly into you. You were panting hard, your head tilted back against his shoulder.

His lips pressed onto the sensitive spot just between your shoulder and your neck, sucking on the skin while he mercilessly fucked you, his sweat-slicked body still flush to the back of you as he continued his fast, relentless pace. You were vaguely aware of his ragged, drawn-out groan and you could tell he was close.

It was evident in the way he was starting to lose control, his grip tightening around your throat as his breath grew hot and heavy against you. He was on the brink of spiraling, and you welcomed it, giving yourself over completely to please him.

"T-That's it, baby," you moaned. "You fuck me so good."

It was enough to make him come undone. He released inside of you, panting and huffing as he gave into the bliss. His motions slowed but he continued spilling inside your drenched walls, sweat beading against his forehead, lips parted, and face flushed. You squeezed yourself around him just to hear him suck in a sharp breath, gulping and exhaling with his brow wrinkled before he pulled out.

But when you thought he was done with you, he flipped you onto your back again. You were so wonderfully disheveled, your cunt clenching around nothing, gleaming with your arousal and his own release. He ran his fingers over your outer lips, spreading you open to have a better view of the white liquid trickling down your ass. He was quick to collect it with his fingers, tracing it up your folds so he could messily rub it over your clit.

"S-Spence..."

Spencer was known for his aversion to getting dirty, yet he didn't mind the mess he made between your legs. "You should see yourself," he muttered. "You're so pretty like this."

And then to your surprise, he positioned the tip of his cock right at your entrance again. You gasped, prompting yourself on your elbows as you looked down between your legs, wondering how on earth he was still so hard. Then a moan left your lips as you watched him slowly sinking into you again.

"Look at how I'm stretching you," he murmured, pushing his hips further. Both of your eyes were locked on the way your pussy stretched so wide around his girth. His previous release slipped back inside you every time his cock disappeared into your wet cunt, white cream coating around his length.

He moaned when your walls clenched around him, his eyes flickering between your face and the way his cock was stretching you. Spencer should have stopped. You were both too tired and too sensitive to continue further. Even his body ached with exhaustion, but he couldn't stop himself from thrusting forward as your walls swallowed his cock eagerly, practically begging for more.

The rational part of his brain urged him to pause, but the primal, carnal desire within him overrode any sense of restraint. Ignoring the way your body shook with exhaustion and the tension in his own muscles, he focused solely on the intense heat between your legs. So he continued to fuck you.

He was fucking you to the point where you couldn't even moan anymore, your voice caught in your throat with each thrust. He was fucking you so good there were tears in your eyes but you couldn't whimper or blink, you were just staring up at him, wordless and in awe, nails digging in his arms while your knees brushed up close to your shoulders.

He was fucking you roughly, dipping down every so often to press his lips to yours, the times he was not whispering encouragement, telling you how pretty you look, how wet you were, how much of a slut you were, and good you felt wrapped around him. And you could feel it, you could feel how good you were as your walls clamped down, sucking him in.

He thrust into you ruthlessly, consumed by a primal need to push you to your limits, to explore just how much you could take of him. Then when you felt that coil spreading along your limbs, you finally came without saying a word. But he didn't stop, continuing to fuck you into your next orgasm, and even when the sensation began to feel too overwhelming, he abused your clit with his thumb.

That was when everything blurred. The overwhelming pleasure finally consumed you entirely, rendering rational thought as a surge of liquid gushed out between your legs. He moaned in surprise at the sensation, his desire only fueled further by your response.

"Do that again," he begged, his voice husky with need as he continued to roll his hips into you. And you did, another wave of pleasure crashing over you as you drenched everything around you—his body, the sheets, every surface within reach. He moaned again, acutely aware of the mess you created.

Your grip on him slowly loosened and a pang of guilt hit him as he realized your body was already exhausted. Yet he couldn't resist the urge to use you once more. Your silence urged him to continue, thrusting into you relentlessly, your slicked-sweat skin sliding against his as he chased his second orgasm of the night.

He finally came with a grunt, his hips pumping into you with desperation, once, twice, before finally stilling. You cried out at the sensation, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all—the quickening of his breath, the hard grip of his hand on your skin, the throbbing ache between your legs.

Your vision suddenly became a hazy blur, and you gasped for breath, struggling to anchor yourself amidst the overwhelming sensations coursing through your body. Despite your shaking form, Spencer managed to pull you into his embrace.

“I-I got you," he whispered, his voice trembling with a mixture of emotions as the rush of dominance that had driven him moments ago was replaced by a wave of panic. He continued to hold you close, his arms wrapped around you protectively as he whispered soothing words into your ear.

You focused on controlling your breathing, inhaling and exhaling slowly as you sought to regain your composure. Gradually, the haze began to lift, and after a moment passed, you found yourself able to see clearly once again. Your eyes traveled to him, and with a tired and sleepy smile, you leaned into his touch.

Spencer released a breath he wasn't aware of holding. "We are never doing that again."

"What? Why?" you asked, confusion evident in your voice.

"You scared me!" he exclaimed, his voice tinged with both relief and exasperation. "What if you passed out? What if I had to take you to the hospital and—and explain that—"

"That I passed out because your dick was too good?"

He shook his head, a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're impossible," he teased, pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead.

You grinned up at him, feeling a warmth spread through you at his affectionate gesture. "But you love me anyway."

His smile softened as he gazed down at you. "I do."

"And I love you," you assured him. "Don't worry, I'm alright. And be honest with me, you seriously don't want to do that again? Wasn't that hot?"

His cheeks flushed slightly at your question, and he hesitated for a moment before meeting your gaze. "It was..." he began, his voice trailing off as he searched for the right words. "Intense," he finally admitted, a hint of uncertainty in his tone. "But maybe we should take it slow next time."

"Spencer, you were the one that kept going."

He gave you a sheepish smile. "I guess I got carried away a little," he admitted, a touch of embarrassment coloring his tone.

“A little?”

“Fine, more than a little,” he confessed. “But you didn't stop me either."

"That's because I was enjoying myself."

His embarrassment faded into amusement. "You're going to be the death of me one day, you know that?"

You grinned playfully at his remark. "Only if you're lucky," you teased, a mischievous twinkle in your eye.

Spencer chuckled, shaking his head fondly as he reached out to brush a stray strand of hair from your face. He studied you, taking in the warmth in your eyes and the happy but serene smile that graced your lips as a surge of affection washed over him. "Then I must be the luckiest man alive."

[hongcherry]

REC. || c.sc & k.mg (m)

After Mingyu accidentally stumbles upon Seungcheol and his girlfriend's sex tape, he can't get the footage out of his mind. So much so that when Seungcheol confronts him about his odd behavior, Mingyu can't help but to offer to lend a hand and be their videographer. To Mingyu's surprise, they accept.

📷 Pairing: s.coups (seungcheol) x reader x mingyu 📷 Rating/Genres/AUs: M(18+)/Smut, fluff/Idol!au, established relationship 📷 Word Count: 6k 📷 Warnings: Voyeurism, exhibitionism, dom!Cheol, p in v, unprotected sex, fingering, breast play, creampie, cumplay, oral (m. rec.), gagging, sex tapes, dirty talk, spitting, two spanks lol, rough sex, nicknames (baby, princess, pretty girl), reader has she/her pronouns 📷 Author's Note: Another fic that is finally seeing the light... I forgot I wrote this 😭 I originally had Wonwoo as the third, but I felt Mingyu fit the role better hehe. And TYSM @lovetaroandtaemin for being my beta!

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When Mingyu asked to borrow Seungcheol’s phone to take a few pictures, he didn’t expect to come across a video of his friend and his girlfriend. Especially one so intimate as this.

Despite his better judgment, Mingyu continues to watch the video. Thankfully, it’s already on mute.

Your back is against Seungcheol’s chest, body completely nude and exposed to the camera. Your legs are shut, but Seungcheol soon lifts one to get a better view of his cock drilling into your pussy. He hooks one arm under your lifted leg’s knee and the other around your neck.

Your hands grip his forearm, a smile donning your pretty face. Seungcheol says something that makes your eyes dart to the camera. The smile on your face slowly fades, replaced with a hazy look and slack jaw.

Seungcheol grins smugly and picks up his pace.

Mingyu doesn’t know where he wants to look. He likes seeing your pussy stretch around Seungcheol’s cock, but he also likes watching your tits bounce with each powerful thrust. Then there’s your face. Gradually, your expression becomes more fucked out.

Suddenly, the phone falls, and the screen goes black. Seungcheol’s face comes into view seconds later. He’s laughing and telling you something.

Seungcheol readjusts the camera, propping it up on whatever he found.

Mingyu watches as he gestures to the bed before you crawl onto it. You go on all fours, lowering your front to make your ass stick up in the air. Mingyu’s eyes are glued to your dripping cunt. It’s shining under the lights and looks so sweet. His mouth nearly begins to salivate from wanting to taste you.

Meanwhile, Seungcheol moves the camera closer and makes sure it’s stable before walking to you.

You’re shaking your ass playfully, which earns you a spanking that you welcome with a smile. Seungcheol shakes his head and then climbs up behind you. Mingyu watches as Seungcheol aligns his cock and slides in again. Your mouth falls open, and you move your head. Unfortunately, Mingyu can’t see your face anymore.

Seungcheol fucks you hard. His hips slam into yours so much that he has to pull you back a few times because you’ve slid too far forward. Mingyu wishes he had the volume on.

Like before, the phone eventually falls. It lands face up, but all that’s shown is the ceiling.

Mingyu waits impatiently for one of you to pick up the phone again, but neither of you does. He figures none of you realize, or you’re just too lost in each other to care. Probably both.

“You done?” Seungcheol asks as he walks up to him.

Mingyu hastily scrolls to a random picture, closes the gallery, and locks the device. He’s not sure how much Seungcheol can read on his face, but he hopes not much.

“Y-yeah. C-Can you send me w-what I took later?” he asks, pushing the phone back in Seungcheol’s hands like it’s a hot potato—hands that were gripping your waist tightly as he rammed into you from behind.

Mingyu swallows harshly at the memory.

“You couldn’t have done that yourself?” Seungcheol questions while pocketing the device.

Mingyu shrugs and gestures to the nearby store.

“I’m going to get a drink. Be right back,” he announces.

Mingyu leaves before Seungcheol can respond. He spends an abnormal amount of time picking out a cold drink and checking out.

By the time he’s back, his friends are sitting at a table. Seungcheol’s talking to someone on the phone while Joshua and Soonyoung are eating their snacks.

“Oh, he’s back,” Seungcheol says and points his phone at him. On the screen is your face. You’re lying in bed on your stomach, grinning and waving. Despite the innocent appearance, he can’t help but think of you getting railed in that same bed by his friend.

“Hi Mingyu! How’s the trip?” you ask.

It takes him a few seconds longer than necessary to answer.

“G-Good!” Is all he can muster.

“I’m glad,” you reply.

Seungcheol moves the camera to face him again while Mingyu quietly takes a seat.

“If you need anything, just call me,” Seungcheol says.

Mingyu hears you laugh.

“I’ll be fine, Cheollie. Enjoy your vacation and don’t get into too much trouble,” you reply.

“I won’t, but I can’t say the same for the others,” Seungcheol jests.

Soonyoung leans over to get into view.

“I’ll keep a close eye on him,” he jokes.

You laugh again. “That’s why you’re my favorite.”

Joshua scoffs and pushes Soonyoung out of the way to look at the screen.

“Seriously?!”

“I meant, he’s my favorite tiger,” you explain.

“I don’t know why you two are arguing, it’s obvious I’m her favorite,” Seungcheol says, borderline whining.

“Hmm, you never know. Maybe I like Mingyu the most,” you sing-song.

Mingyu’s grip on the water bottle tightens. He knows you’re just joking. He knows that even if he was your favorite, that wouldn’t mean anything.

But why does his brain suddenly conjure up an image of you beneath him with that fucked out expression?

Mingyu doesn’t realize Seungcheol has turned the camera to him until he lifts his gaze and sees your face.

“You sleepy, Gyu?” you tease, slowly climbing out of bed. You wear a simple shirt that shows the top of your breasts. He shouldn’t be looking there. He shouldn’t be remembering how they bounced so beautifully.

He clears his throat.

“N-No. I mean, yes! Very tired from walking all day,” he stutters.

He watches as you move to your closet.

“I can imagine,” you reply and flash him another pretty grin. “Well, get some rest, okay?”

Mingyu nods.

You open your closet and begin fiddling through some of your options.

“Cheol?” You call out.

Seungcheol moves the phone again, and Mingyu feels he can finally breathe.

“You heading out?” he asks.

“Yeah, I need to leave soon or else I’ll be late,” you say.

“Okay. Be safe, baby,” Seungcheol replies.

“Always, handsome. Bye bye!”

Seungcheol waves at the camera with a big smile before setting his phone down. He, Soonyoung, and Joshua ease back into conversation like nothing happened, which nothing major did happen. Everyone’s used to each other having partners and being friendly with them. Seungcheol and you have been together long enough to be comfortable with everyone.

Mingyu just wishes he could burn that video from his mind so he can go back to normal. He’s always thought you were attractive, but he’s never seen you in that way until now. Never wanted you like that until now. He knows he’s in big trouble.

A week passed, and much to Mingyu’s misery, he couldn’t erase that video from his head. What makes matters worse is he’s touched himself thinking of it. He’s made up some elaborate story of how it ended since he never got to see or hear it.

In his story, he makes an appearance. Somehow, he talked his way into joining the fun. You’re laid on your back, taking Seungcheol’s cock in your pussy while swallowing his dick. All the while, it’s filmed in the same position as it was previously.

Mingyu tries to rid the memory. He watches countless porn videos to replace your and Seungcheol’s in his mind. However, nothing works.

Anytime he’s around Seungcheol or near him, all he can think about is that video. Now that he’s back in town, he fears he’ll run into you too.

Seungcheol’s asked him multiple times if anything was wrong, but Mingyu always denied it. How can he tell his friend he saw the video of him fucking his girlfriend? How can he say he jerked off to said video? Imagining his friend’s girlfriend pleasuring him in that same way? He can’t confess that. He will never.

At least that’s what he vowed in his head.

“Come on, you’ve been avoiding me. What’d I do wrong?” Seungcheol says. He’s finally got Mingyu cornered.

“Nothing,” Mingyu replies, gaze averted.

“You can’t even look at me, yet nothing’s wrong?” Seungcheol scoffs, showing gradual irritation.

Mingyu swallows harshly. He knows his days are numbered. He tried to get over it, but it’s obvious he can’t. He either needs to confess his sins or let his friendship with Seungcheol fade because of his avoidance.

Releasing a deep sigh, Mingyu mutters, “I saw the video.”

“What video?” Seungcheol asks, confused.

“The, uh, video of… you and Yn,” he replies quietly.

Mingyu peers up to see Seungcheol’s shocked face. Then, his ears begin to redden, and his brows furrow. Mingyu’s not sure if he’s mad or embarrassed.

“I didn’t mean to! I was j-just checking the pictures I took and clicked it by accident!“ Mingyu explains hurriedly before he gets scolded.

Seungcheol lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing the muscles.

“I guess I shouldn’t have let you borrow my phone after all,” Seungcheol mumbles sheepishly. “Sorry you had to see that.”

Mingyu doesn’t reply because he’s not sure how to respond. What’s he to do now? Will confessing this secret make that memory fade away now? Should he go on his knees and beg for forgiveness, even if it was an accident?

“I’m sorry I was careless,” he finally answers. “I-Is there anything I can do to make up for it?”

Seungcheol shakes his head. “That won’t be necessary.”

Mingyu’s going to let it slide, but when he speaks, it’s not what he means to say.

“I could film for you,” he blurts.

Seungcheol’s eyebrows skyrocket, and he turns to Mingyu with a look of shock and disbelief.

“W-What? Film? You mean…” Seungcheol trails off like he’s imagining Mingyu’s offer.

Mingyu probably appears surprised, like Seungcheol, but to a lesser degree. He didn’t mean to say that.

“I just… the camera kept falling, you know, and you couldn’t see—”

“Are you criticizing our video skills?” Seungcheol asks, still confused.

“N-No!” Mingyu frantically stutters. “I just meant to imply I could make sure it looks nice for you t-two. For when you want to… uh… watch it back and stuff.”

Mingyu’s not sure why he keeps talking himself into a grave. The more his words register in his mind, the more he feels like crawling into a hole. He can’t believe he just offered his friend to be the videographer of his sex tapes. Absolutely absurd.

And yet…

“I can, um, ask Yn about it,” Seungcheol replies. “We only filmed them so we’d have something when we go on tours. I don’t know if she’d want something more… professional.”

Mingyu nods, keeping his mouth shut in case any more ridiculous nonsense comes out.

Two days later, Mingyu finds himself standing across from you and Seungcheol in your bedroom. He toys with the phone in his hand anxiously.

“You don’t have to do this, Gyu,” you say when you notice his fidgeting.

Mingyu shakes his head. “It’s not that. I just don’t want to make you both feel awkward.”

You grin and grab Seungcheol’s hand.

“We talked about it, and we’re both okay with this. Since none of us has done this before, it probably will be a little weird at first, but I think it’ll get better after a while.”

You glance at Seungcheol as if expecting him to say something. He nods and clears his throat.

“And you’ve already seen the video, so not everything will be new to you,” he says.

You roll your eyes playfully.

“I guess that’s true too,” you add.

Mingyu inhales a deep breath and releases it steadily.

“Okay,” he says like he’s mentally preparing himself. Which, in a way, he is. He knows this is the point of no return. He knows this is a dangerous spot to be in. He doesn’t expect either of you to open your relationship to him, but he can’t help but wonder if this will be a one-time thing. Selfishly, he wishes it wouldn’t be. However, he doesn’t want to come between your relationship and won’t complain if this is his only chance.

“Are you going to direct us or,” you fade off.

Mingyu shakes his head. “I wasn’t going to.”

It’s not that Mingyu wouldn’t want to, but he figures he’s doing a favor for you both. He would rather you consider him a fly on the wall than an actual spectator. Though if this were to happen again in the future, maybe he’d change his answer.

Nodding, you glance between both men.

“So, how should this start?” you ask.

Seungcheol looks at Mingyu for guidance. Mingyu finds it a little ironic that even though he said he wasn’t going to direct, he already is.

“You can just start the way you normally would?” Mingyu suggests while lifting the camera. “Kissing or touching.”

“Sounds easy enough,” you tease lightly.

Mingyu hits RECORD as you both lean in, mouths finding each other halfway. The kiss starts a little tentatively. Mingyu knows it’s because of his presence, so he stays still, wanting you both to forget he’s there.

After a couple more glides of the tongues, you do. The kiss gets more heated, hands get more touchy.

Mingyu slowly creeps up, wanting a closer view of how your lips move in tandem. He captures the way your tongues glide against each other. Sometimes, one of you will nip at the other’s lips and make the other smile.

Seungcheol ends up breaking the kiss so he can tug off your shirt and bra. He leans down to suck one of your nipples in his mouth.

Your head falls onto one of your shoulders, lifting a hand to tangle in his locks. You watch Seungcheol rapidly flick his tongue against your nipple. He gives you a smile when his eyes meet yours.

You’re so caught up with Seungcheol that you forget about Mingyu until he shifts.

Your gaze flickers up to the phone in his hand.

Mingyu catches your eyes through the screen. His heart skips a beat, shifting again nervously. You release a silent chuckle and open your mouth to say something when Seungcheol bites down.

“Focus on me,” Seungcheol says and kisses your breast.

You gasp and nod, pulling him toward your other nipple. Your mouth falls when he latches on and sucks harshly.

Seungcheol glides a hand up your leg and into your shorts. He grazes his fingers over your folds to see if you’re wet. You are.

“Fuck,” he mumbles against your skin. He pulls away, hastily tugging down your shorts and underwear. You kick them off to the side.

Seungcheol grabs your hips and pulls you onto his lap, your legs on either side of his. The second you’re situated, you lean down and kiss him.

Seungcheol hums into the kiss as he snakes his hand down to rub your clit. Your hips jerk at the touch, and you clutch his shoulders tightly. He chuckles.

“Your body responds so easily,” he hums.

He trails his fingers south, running them through your folds and groaning lowly in your ear at how wet you are. Carefully, he eases two fingers halfway.

You inhale sharply and lean your chest into Seungcheol.

Mingyu unintentionally holds his breath as he watches through the phone. There’s something so sexy about you being the only one naked in the room. He watches your body tense as Seungcheol pulls his fingers out, then pushes them back in. He does this until he works your dripping pussy open enough to fit the digits all the way.

As Seungcheol begins pumping his fingers in your pussy, his gaze flickers to Mingyu and the camera. Mingyu’s zeroed in on your pussy, so Seungcheol knows his face won’t be in view.

Seungcheol didn’t think he’d be so turned on by one of his friends filming him and his partner like this, but he is. He likes it even more seeing how affected Mingyu is—evident by his tight pants. It strokes his ego, and he feels proud that he has someone as attractive and loyal as you.

“Spread your ass, baby,” Seungcheol whispers in your ear. “Give Mingyu a pretty view of me stretching your pussy for later.”

You nod as you reach back, gripping your ass cheeks and pulling them apart.

“That’s my girl,” he murmurs.

He spreads his fingers apart, slowly stretching your hole more. You whimper into his neck and grip your ass harder. Seungcheol eases his separated fingers out, making sure Mingyu is capturing it. Then, he shoves them back in and rapidly pumps them.

You cry out a moan, lifting your hips up but only having them pushed back down by Seungcheol’s free hand. You’re so wet that the squelching is deafening. You nuzzle your face in Seungcheol’s neck in embarrassment.

Seungcheol chuckles.

“I bet you’re dripping everywhere, baby,” he hums and pulls out. He gives your pussy one harsh slap that makes your body jolt. Your hands shoot forward onto his chest to keep your balance.

“So wet and ready for my cock, hm?”

“Yes,” you mewl. “Need you inside me so bad.”

He hums, then lowers both his hands to rub your inner thighs, feeling them wet from your arousal. He smiles and spreads your juices over more of your legs and ass. He wants you shining in it.

Then an idea pops into his head. His big hands grab fistfuls of your ass and spreads it apart again.

“Spit on her cunt, Mingyu.”

Both you and Mingyu suck in a breath, and for some reason, that alone makes his ego grow.

“W-What?” Mingyu asks, stunned eyes rising above the phone to look at his friend. He feels his heart race at the idea. He didn’t think he’d participate at all.

“Spit,” Seungcheol commands.

Mingyu starts to lower the camera but quickly adjusts it to keep your pussy in view. He leans forward and fuck, you smell even better up close. He has to resist the urge to lap up your juices and instead, does as Seungcheol wants and spits on your exposed cunt.

Seungcheol's fingers glide through your folds, smearing your arousal mixed with Mingyu’s spit.

Mingyu can feel his pants getting tighter. He knows it’s not the same as touching you, but seeing your pussy covered in his spit makes his mind a little hazy.

“How does that feel, princess?” Seungcheol asks you. “Mingyu’s spit making you wetter and more ready for me.”

“Again, please,” you whine.

Seungcheol smiles.

“Such a filthy little thing,” he chides.

This time, Seungcheol carefully spreads your folds instead, letting Mingyu see your entrance.

“You heard her,” Seungcheol says.

Mingyu doesn’t hesitate and spits as much as he can on your pretty cunt. He watches as it slowly slides down.

Seungcheol removes his hands and sets you on the bed.

“All the way up, baby,” he instructs.

Mingyu watches on dazed. He hopes the camera captured all that, but it’s difficult to focus now. He just wants to spread your pussy so he can see his spit. It turns him on even more knowing you can probably feel him better since Seungcheol didn’t mess with it. Mingyu’s fingers twitch with the thought of feeling just how wet you are.

In the meantime, Seungcheol has rid himself of his clothes and has climbed on top of you.

Mingyu tries hard to snap out of his stupor so he can get good angles.

Seungcheol spreads your legs far apart, then adjusts himself so his knees hold you open. It’s the perfect view of your soaking cunt, which Mingyu figures is the reason Seungcheol chose this position. The aforementioned man leans down to kiss you, rubbing his tip along your folds at the same time.

Mingyu wants to get your faces on screen, but he doesn’t want to compromise the sight he has now.

Your hips buck anytime Seungcheol rubs your clit and Mingyu nearly offers to help you. Though he keeps his lips sealed and comes closer. He makes sure the camera’s in focus.

Seungcheol finally slips his cock in, earning him a loud mewl from you. Your legs tense for just the briefest moment before relaxing.

Seungcheol eases inside so easily, it makes Mingyu jealous. It’s obvious he has no issues pushing in all the way due to how drenched you are, yet he takes his time so you feel every inch of him.

Mingyu’s jaw slacks at seeing your pussy stretching around his friend’s cock.

“Fuck, you’re the perfect fit, pretty girl,” Seungcheol groans, hips pressing against yours.

“All yours, Cheollie,” you say and shift your hips, eager for more.

“That I am.” He smiles.

Seungcheol starts off with steady thrusts, allowing your body to get used to his thick cock.

“Harder,” you whine and tug on his waist.

“Harder?” Seungcheol chuckles. “Why? You wanna show Mingyu how much you can take?”

You say nothing, but Mingyu gets the sense that Seungcheol’s right.

“If that’s what you want,” Seungcheol says. Then quieter, “Let me know if it’s too much.”

“Okay.”

With one last kiss, Seungcheol lifts his hips and then slams back down.

Mingyu hears you curse, but the sound gets lost when Seungcheol does it again. Each powerful thrust gets quicker until he’s ramming into you like he’s releasing some pent-up frustration.

Your hands tighten on his waist as if prepared to stop him, but Seungcheol grasps your wrists and pins them to the mattress.

“You can take this, princess,” Seungcheol gruffs. “I know you can. Doing so well already. Keep going.”

Mingyu watches through the camera as Seungcheol glides his cock roughly in and out. The sounds of skin hitting skin and your consistent moans are like ecstasy to his ears.

Seungcheol gives one final push before he stills. He’s breathing heavier, but he only takes a few seconds to rest before he’s rocking his hips into yours.

“So good,” Seungcheol praises and kisses you roughly.

Mingyu moves from his position to capture your faces. The kiss is so heated, Mingyu figures you both have forgotten he’s here.

Small whines come from you that get lost in Seungcheol’s mouth. Your bodies rock gently for a moment, and then Seungcheol gradually picks up speed. However, he doesn’t go as fast as before.

Mingyu pans the camera to a wider angle so he can get your bare chest in view.

Seungcheol lifts himself and runs his hands across your body to grip your breasts while still moving his hips. He rolls your nipples between his fingers, causing your back to arch. He pinches both nipples and tugs them upward.

“Cheol,” you gasp, body lifting more off the mattress to ease the pain. Seungcheol releases them and quickly rubs your breasts to soothe them. They bounce in his hands from his thrusts, and Mingyu has the quickest thought of what it’d be like to be in Seungcheol’s position. He wonders if your breasts would look just as beautiful in his hands as they do in his friend’s.

Seungcheol glides his hands lower to grip your waist. Your back rests on the bed once more, but your head is thrown back when Seungcheol starts snapping his hips rougher and faster.

“Shit,” you moan.

Mingyu steps slightly closer, tightening the angle so it’s just your face and chest.

Your tits bounce more with Seungcheol’s speed, and your eyes are rolling to the back of your head.

“Look at the camera, princess,” Seungcheol instructs.

Your eyes flutter open, turning your head in Mingyu’s direction. Mingyu feels a rush to his cock from making eye contact through the screen again. Your eyes are slightly glossed over, and your mouth is ajar.

“Tell him how you feel,” Seungcheol says.

You smile. “So good,” you giggle, but the end gets cut off with another moan from Seungcheol sliding in harshly.

“Cheollie feels so good,” you murmur pathetically. “So big in me.”

Seungcheol squeezes your body at your words, making you smile.

Your gaze drops from the camera, and Mingyu’s bulge comes into your field of vision. You can tell how turned on he is, and it makes you grin bigger. It’s not necessarily because you want him in such a way, but it feels good knowing you had that effect.

Mingyu notices you staring at his crotch, causing his cheeks to heat. The majority of him feels embarrassed at having been caught with a tent in his pants, but another part wishes you had your lips wrapped around his cock as Seungcheol fucks you. That part of his brain makes his cock twitch. He uses all the will in his body to stay put. 

You tear your attention away and reach out to Seungcheol, your loving boyfriend who agreed to do this. He intertwines your hands and raises them above your head. He gives you one long kiss before he speaks.

“What do you need, princess?” he asks.

“Wanna come,” you pout.

He laughs. “That so?”

Your hips rock forward to try to coax him to go faster.

“Yes,” you say.

Seungcheol smiles and kisses you again. He pulls away just enough to whisper, “Okay.”

Your mouth stretches in a grin, quickly leaning up and pecking his lips. Seungcheol chases your lips and kisses you fervently. As he does, his hand slides between your bodies to circle your clit.

You moan into his mouth, and Seungcheol takes the opportunity to dip his tongue inside.

Although Mingyu wants to stay, he moves to the edge of the bed so he can watch you take Seungcheol’s cock again.

Seungcheol rubs your clit quickly while snapping his hips into yours roughly.

Your cries get louder and more jumbled as you near your orgasm. Your legs tense, hips bucking wildly to chase that pleasure you crave. Soon, you’re cumming around Seungcheol’s cock. Your juices squirt everywhere as Seungcheol continues to thrust inside. Some of it lands on Mingyu’s hand. His eyes drop to it and before he’s caught or second-guesses his craving, he sucks the substances into his mouth.

Holy fucking shit, you taste like heaven.

Seungcheol gives you a moment to ride out your climax before he focuses on his own. He hooks your legs over his shoulders, making your hips rise slightly off the mattress. Mingyu’s cock jumps in his pants again from jealousy of being so deep in your sweet cunt.

“C-Cheol! Oh fuck, baby. Shit,” you cry out. Your fingers claw at his back, leaving trails of red in their wake.

“Fuck, baby,” Seungcheol rasps. “Y’want my cum so bad you’re squeezing around me tighter. Can barely move.”

Mingyu watches with rapt attention as Seungcheol continues to drill his cock in your spent pussy. Your juices dampen the sheets below and linger on your and Seungcheol’s bodies. Mingyu wants to lick up your thighs and gather it all in his mouth.

Seungcheol’s sudden low groan fills the room. It’s the loudest he’s been all night. He keeps his hips against yours, cock twitching as he empties his load.

His head falls onto your chest, and your hands quickly tangle in his hair to comfort him. You both stay like this for a few minutes—long enough to make Mingyu feel like he’s suddenly intruding. Though before he can sneak away, Seungcheol carefully slips his cock out. He sets down your legs and moves to the side.

Mingyu steps closer. He angles the camera low.

Seungcheol nudges your legs wider and spreads your folds again. Both men watch as Seungcheol’s white cum leaks out of your fluttering hole.

“Doesn’t she look so pretty filled with my cum, Mingyu?” Seungcheol questions. He lets the majority of it seep out before gathering it up on his fingers and smearing it over your pussy.

Mingyu finds it hard to speak, so he just nods.

Seungcheol’s focus drops to his friend’s pants. Even if Mingyu wanted to, he wouldn’t be able to hide his hard-on.

“We talked about this before, and we wanted to give you a reward for filming us,” Seungcheol says.

He reaches back for your hand to help you sit up. Seungcheol grabs a pillow, then you both climb off the bed and step closer to Mingyu.

Mingyu’s thoughts are everywhere, and all he can do is stand frozen.

After tossing the pillow onto the floor, Seungcheol places his hands on your shoulders to push you down gently onto your knees.

Mingyu’s mouth opens to talk, but nothing comes out. He stares down at you with big eyes.

Seungcheol takes the camera from him.

“Will you let Yn take care of you, or would you rather do that in private?” Seungcheol asks.

Normally, Seungcheol wouldn’t allow this to happen. He’s possessive, so what’s his is his only. But Mingyu’s a close friend, and he’s already seen so much. He trusts you won’t leave him, so he decided to make an exception.

“R-Really? You both are o-okay with t-this?” Mingyu finally finds his voice.

“Yes. We already had a discussion and came to an agreement,” Seungcheol explains.

Mingyu glances at his friend and then at you. You give him a reassuring smile, nodding. Despite you being tired, you’re still willing to relieve Mingyu.

Mingyu’s heart is pounding in his chest. His dream is coming true.

The moment he nods, your hands start unbuttoning his pants.

Mingyu stares down at you, still surprised this is actually happening.

“Poor Guy,” you murmur when you expose him. His big cock is hard and precum has soaked his underwear. “Had to wait so long.”

“S’okay,” he mutters.

You giggle and start to raise a hand to stroke him, but Seungcheol stops you. You and Mingyu turn to him in puzzlement.

A bit of shame creeps into Mingyu’s chest at having forgotten he was here. It’s a reminder that you’re not his. You’re Seungcheol’s.

Seungcheol reaches down between your legs, causing you to gasp. When his hand comes up, he’s got some of his cum on his fingers. He spreads it on Mingyu’s cock, which twitches at the contact. Then, Seungcheol pushes his fingers into your mouth so you can clean him up. Once you do, he motions for you to continue.

You circle Mingyu’s girthy cock with your hands and use Seungcheol's cum to slide your hands easier. Mingyu’s mouth falls open at having finally felt pleasure where he needs it.

You give him a few more pumps before your lips spread around his tip.

Mingyu curses, and his head dips back. He feels your tongue lick at his slit, which makes him moan.

Slowly, you ease him down your throat until you gag. Mingyu lifts his head so he can see you take his cock.

Your head bobs while your hands stroke the length not in your mouth. You’re sucking and licking his cock so well that he has to force himself not to come right away.

“How does her mouth feel?” Seungcheol asks.

Mingyu snaps his gaze to his friend and sees he’s got the camera pointed down toward you. His cock jerks in your mouth knowing this is all being recorded. That he’s finally on the other end of the lens.

“Like heaven,” Mingyu replies.

You smile around his dick and give his thighs a squeeze.

“Come on, baby. Give him more. Don’t you think he deserves it?” Seungcheol coaxes.

You nod and then take Mingyu’s cock farther down your throat. You gag but try to focus on something other than that feeling.

Seungcheol reaches out and grabs some of your hair.

“If you can take me all the way, you can take him,” he says and pushes you down slowly.

Your hands tighten on Mingyu’s thighs as your boyfriend shoves your head down deeper—all the way until your nose touches his pelvis.

“Shit,” Mingyu groans. His focus is glued to your mouth, stretched so wide around his aching cock. He doesn’t know what to do with his hands, so he locks them behind his head.

“That’s it, princess,” Seungcheol coos. He pulls your head back slightly, then pushes you down again. He does this until you take control and do it yourself a few times.

Eventually, you slide off his cock so you can breathe. Seungcheol rubs your head as you cough a few times.

“You okay?” he asks.

You glance up at him and nod. He gives you an encouraging smile, pecks your lips, then turns you to face Mingyu again.

When your gaze meet his, Mingyu’s heart drops. Your eyes are watery, and some drool lingers around your lips and chin.

“Need you again,” he murmurs, shifting a hand to move some of your hair from your face.

You giggle and kiss his tip. “I know, Gyu.”

Then your mouth sinks onto him again. You suck his cock quickly, mouth and hands wrapped around him tightly.

Mingyu’s breathing gets heavier. He wants to put his hands in your hair, but he doesn’t know if that’s too much. Instead, he keeps his hands clasped behind his neck.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Mingyu grunts. He knows it hasn’t been long, but after watching you two fuck without being able to touch himself, he already was near his end.

Seungcheol tangles his fingers in your hair again and eases you down all the way.

“Let him fill my pretty girl’s mouth,” Seungcheol says.

You squeeze your legs together, arousal coating your inner thighs again. Your refound neediness makes you suck him harder.

Mingyu feels overstimulated already. Your mouth feels so perfect, and your sounds are so beautiful. He loves listening to his cock gliding in and out of your tight throat.

Mingyu doesn’t mean to, but he ends up thrusting into your mouth. He’s so close that his mind is only focused on chasing his high. You moan around him when he starts fucking your mouth and that’s what does him in. The vibrations spill him over the edge.

Seungcheol forces you to stay still as Mingyu shoots his warm cum down your throat, his moans filling the room.

You watch as pure bliss falls upon Mingyu’s expression and another dose of pride fills your chest.

Once he’s come down from his climax, he looks down. Your mouth still engulfs him whole, and your lashes are still damp. He wants to stay here longer, but he shouldn’t.

Carefully, he slides out of your mouth.

He watches you swallow the remaining of his cum and turn to Seungcheol. He’s tossed the phone onto the bed.

“You’re hard again,” you observe with a teasing grin.

Mingyu’s attention lowers to Seungcheol and sees he’s indeed hard.

Seungcheol laughs and helps you up.

“Maybe if you weren’t so sexy sucking Mingyu’s dick, I wouldn’t be,” he jests.

“Can’t help it. I’m naturally sexy,” you joke back.

Seungcheol wraps his arms around you and kisses your head. He looks up at his friend with a warm smile.

“Thanks for the favor,” he says.

Against Mingyu’s better judgment, his eyes linger on you a little too long.

“No problem,” he replies and dresses himself.

Seungcheol puts on his underwear again and gives you his shirt.

“Get home safe, Gyu,” you say once you’re dressed.

Mingyu nods. He wants to ask if you’ll send him his part of the video, but something about having a film of his friend’s partner sucking him off feels wrong. Nonetheless, he still wishes he had it.

“T-Thanks for the, uh, help,” he says.

You glance away shyly. “No problem. You deserved it.”

Mingyu wonders what else he can do to deserve it again.

Seungcheol comes up behind you and wraps an arm around your waist.

“Thanks again,” Seungcheol says.

Mingyu nods and starts heading for the door. You and Seungcheol follow him out.

“Bye, Gyu,” you call out with a wave when he opens the door. Mingyu forces a smile, waving back as he leaves the apartment.

After the door shuts, Mingyu stands still for a moment as everything starts registering in his mind. He doesn’t want to put any thought into what happened, because he might start reading into it. It was just a favor, and people have sex without meaning all the time. Not that your and Seungcheol’s sex is meaningless, but the head you gave him is.

Mingyu groans slightly and trudges away. What has he done?

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[notjustjavierpena]

Hello, i hope this isn’t too much but i really admire your courage to write the hard stuff that goes on between javi and his wife. would you ever write something about the struggles they had about conceiving lucas?

Crazy

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A/N: Hiya, anon! This was such a rollercoaster to write but thanks so much for giving me the needed push. Also tysm for the compliment 🥺

Summary: Thoughts of infertility take a toll on you and Javier's marriage.

Pairing: Javier Peña x f!reader/you (no y/n)

Tags: Infertility, arguments, apologies, hurt/comfort, angst, emotional sex, lots of kissing, pussy eating, piv sex, mating press, creampie, pillowtalk, aftercare

Word count: 6k

Link to this work on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/64569853

Crazy

You can’t help but count the months. Seven long ones with still no baby growing in your belly. Seven and counting since you went off your birth control, a ridiculous thought that leaves a bitter taste in your mouth since it turned out that you hadn’t needed it anyway in the first place. Okay, maybe you had but it is your exhaustion talking, whispering it in your ear.

You remember the conversation that Javier and you had in the kitchen that one time a while back, where he promised you that if everything else failed, you would let Steve and Connie set an example and find your own Olivia. Yet neither of you has dared go into the discussion of exactly when it’s time to stop trying, or if you’d truly be ready to adopt. 

However, now as you anxiously pace around the kitchen, waiting for Javier to come home and cleaning off stains that aren’t actually there from yesterday’s dishes, you wonder if you should call Connie to hear her opinion. 

You stop halfway to the landline to stare at the calendar on the door to the refrigerator. The red circle around today’s date mocks you and you lift your hand up to flip it off, giving it a roll of your eyes now that you’re at it. Seven fucking months of anxiously charting your cycles, tracking ovulation windows, and feeling hope slip away with each negative test. 

What if it never happens at all? Connie hadn’t seemed to entertain your worry the last time you brought it up, had shaken her head with a smile you wanted to wipe off her face, and pulled out her authority as a nurse to reassure you. There’s still plenty of time before you need to start worrying, she keeps saying, and it feels like it is the only reason you are still taking vitamins, avoiding caffeine, and doing your exercises. 

You’ve reached the phone now, your hand hovering over it in midair. It would be so easy to ring Connie right now and tell her every worry that is constantly going around in your head, every frustration of being in a battle with forcibly loving your body when it isn’t working the way it should. But then you think of Javier and decide against it, convinced by the guilt that nags at you. It feels like a betrayal to begin that particular and very tough conversation with anyone else but him. 

You stand there for a moment longer, staring at the phone, silently hoping it will ring and Connie will be on the other end of the line. It would make it easier to justify running your mouth to her. 

“Don’t look at me, it just happened,” you would say and still know it wasn’t okay.

Keys being inserted into the front door and the handle rattling makes you tense up in nervous anticipation. Javier is home from work. This is the day you’ve been waiting for a whole month, the one you’ve rearranged your entire schedule around and taken off work because if there’s any chance of being a mom, it has to be now.

“Baby?” He calls when he’s inside the house. You can hear the thud of his bag hitting the floor and the sound of his footsteps going towards the living room. 

“I’m here,” you answer through the house. You peek into the living room and see him shrug out of his suit jacket, draping it over the back of the couch and letting himself fall into the cushions with a contented sigh. You know you’re supposed to go in there and spoil his relief. 

“Come in here,” he says and taps his fingers on his knees, eyes soft from hoping to see you materialize in the doorway. He always tells you he misses you at his job.

Carefully, you enter the room and approach him with urgency in your body. You have a single mission today and it is a delicate matter. 

Get pregnant. 

Getpregnantgetpregnantgetpregnant. 

Get fucking pregnant.

“Hey,” he says with a tired smile when you stand right in front of him, glad to see you. He holds out his hand for you to take. You don’t reach for it and his smile fades.

“We should have sex,” you blurt out before you can stop yourself. You shift your weight from one foot to the other, staring down at him as he reaches for his tie instead. 

“Baby, I just walked in. I just sat down,” he says softly and tugs at the knot on his tie, pulling it loose with a small noise. There’s an underlying emotion to his voice, a hint of frustration to his tone even if he doesn’t want to upset you. 

Your focus, your tunnel vision, makes you ignore his complaint as if it isn’t a ticking bomb right between your hands, “If I’ve calculated right, it’s been twelve hours since we last had sex, Javi. I’ve read that it’s a good idea to—“

“We have sex all the time, baby. Three times yesterday. Once at night. We fuck a lot,” he reaches up to run both hands over his face, rubbing his eyes with the heels of his hands afterward. He does a quick inhale and then sighs.

“Yes, but we have to do it today too to be sure. Connie said that—“ you quickly argue but his jaw muscles flex as you talk. Javier pushes himself to stand with exasperation in his next breath.

He pushes past you as if he cannot take being in your presence for a second longer despite just having arrived home, doesn’t even look at you as he throws back a sarcastic comment, “Oh, Connie said? Really? Wow, you really know how to turn me on.”

“That’s not funny. Hey, come back here,” you say as he starts walking towards the kitchen instead, leaving you with your mouth a thin line. You follow him but don’t go any further than standing in the door, “I’m the only one who initiates sex lately. What if my ovulation is peaking right now? The day is over soon.”

He leans against the kitchen counter, reaching back to grip the edge of the table, “The day isn’t over yet. It’s five in the afternoon. I just got home. We can have sex tonight.” 

You finally step fully into the kitchen now and it feels almost like you have crossed enemy lines. You can feel your tears build inside of your chest, crawling steadily up into your throat till they burn but you don’t allow yourself to cry. Why doesn’t he understand the pain of losing another month to grief? Why is it not as important to him? You look desperate, “Connie said it’s best during the day.”

“Stop,” he suddenly commands, causing you to flinch. He looks angry at you, unable to register the impact of the tone of his voice because of his own state of mind but it makes you tremble. He is never this way, “I can’t fucking take another fucking word about eggs and sperm and fertile windows. It’s too much now. You’re being crazy.”

Something breaks inside of you at those words, a beast that’s been hidden inside a cage in your chest threatening to escape and go for the kill. You watch him carelessly turn away to open the fridge, detachment on his face as if he has just argued with you about what you’re having for dinner. He leaves you feeling in complete disbelief and disarray, your heart ticking like a bomb. You need out right now or you might suffocate in the large, childless space that you moved into with the idea that you would be a family of three soon. 

You leave the room with your heartbeat pounding in your ears. The walls feel like they are closing in on you, close to trapping you here in this feeling forever if you don’t hurry up and reach the front door quickly. 

You slam the door behind you, no shoes on your feet, and then suddenly you are close to running down the street, breathing harder and harder while your arms swing along your sides in your haste. 

He has never called you crazy before. The word feels like he has just spat in your face, wrapped you in barbed wire, as if he sees you as just one more woman suffering from hysteria. Dismissible and unserious. Crazy. You swear you can feel all of the women before you right behind you, giving you the wind in your back to run faster than ever even with no destination. You don’t even feel your feet hurt from being bare against the harsh ground. 

However, you are barely a few blocks away from your home when you hear Javier’s voice calling out your name with the same desperation that you have felt since the first negative pregnancy test. 

The second you hear him, you automatically start running faster, determined to escape something you can’t quite pinpoint what is, but it only lasts a few seconds. Eventually, you finally slow down. Not because you want him to catch you but because your chest is heaving and your eyes are burning with tears, blurring your vision and disorienting you. 

He grabs your arm firmly when he reaches you and tries to pull you into an embrace. You resist at first, stiffening against him as he wraps you in his arms. 

“Stop!” You sob violently but he doesn’t let go even when you start crying loud enough to attract attention. Instead, he tightens his grip around you to calm your nervous system. How odd it is to want comfort from the man who also made you cry.

“I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry,” he says repeatedly, his cheek against yours while you try to hit his chest. You can hear the regret in his voice but your pride makes you unwilling to soften. 

You struggle further, almost like a panicked animal, wanting to kick and scream to escape a trap, but the fight is going out of your body quickly, gripped by exhaustion and making you sag. Another sob rips itself from your throat, “If I’m so crazy then there’s no reason we should be together let alone have a baby.”

When you’re less resistant, he cradles your head in his hand to make you look at him, “I shouldn’t have said that. I didn’t mean any of it. You’re not crazy. Dios, soy un pendejo (God, I’m an idiot). I’m so sorry, mi amor (my love).”

You sink to your knees but he catches you before they hit the sidewalk.

“I’m not crazy,” you insist weakly as you slump into his embrace.

“You’re not crazy,” he confirms quietly, “I’d take that back if I could.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry too… You were frustrated and tired,” you sniffle and your bottom lip trembles, “I shouldn’t have pushed you the second you walked through the door. I’m just worried that we have to wait a whole month before we can try again because we’re too lazy to have sex. And I hate that it is ruining our sex life because I love having sex with you.”

Javier says your name but it’s clear that it has caught him off guard.

You pull back to look up at his face. His brown eyes are soft and full of apologies, like the impact of his words only hits him now, “Now I’m scared that this is all responsible for you not finding me sexy anymore. I know it’s stupid but what if I’m the reason why we never get there? What if all this pressure makes you stop wanting me? What if I–”

“Now that’s crazy,” he says in an attempt to smooth things over with a joke but that one crease in his forehead, the one that he gets when frustration hits, is back because it doesn’t work.

You compose yourself enough to step back and give him a warning look, a look that says don’t you dare say that word again. He holds his hands up in surrender and then just reaches for your wrist, tugs it until he can entwine your fingers.

“What?” You’re the one to bite now, "I'm serious. I don’t want to lose you in this."

"You're not going to lose me,” he groans in exasperation. A few heads have popped up in the windows of the houses surrounding you. 

“Then why aren’t you upset like I am?” You ask harshly and pull your hand away to hug yourself. You avoid his gaze. 

Javier looks at you as if you’ve cracked him wide open right there on the sidewalk. He furrows his brows, opening his mouth without any words coming out. He turns away then, needs to gather himself without staring at your face. 

You know immediately that you have crossed a line, that you have hit a nerve that wasn’t supposed to be as exposed as it suddenly is. 

“Javi,” you murmur shamefully. 

“Is that what you think?” He turns back to you, the look in his eyes frantic and desperate. He also looks furious but for some reason, you can tell it isn’t directed at you, “That— That I’m not scared or upset enough? I’m terrified all the fucking time but if I let myself be as scared as you are, I’d be fucking useless to you.”

The realization hits you like an oncoming train, making tears start falling from your eyes again. You don’t know why it hadn’t occurred to you. Javier feels the exact same way as you but he simply hides it better.

You want to say something but he beats you to it, pointing at you to stress his point, his chest heaving, “And for the record. There’s no fucking universe where I stop wanting you.”

You don’t know what to say, so you do the next best thing and show him. You reach to cup his face, your thumbs stroking along his cheekbones, and then you kiss his lips. 

He sighs against your mouth, his broad palms finding your waist and tugging you as close as possible until he can wrap you in the harbor of his arms. Then he kisses you deeper, several times too, each brush of his lips releasing more of the tension between you. 

You’re here. In the same boat. And you love each other so much. That should be enough, even when it doesn’t feel like it is.

When the kiss is over, you don’t draw away from each other. Instead, he pulls you into a tight hug, holding you protectively close to his chest and stroking the back of your head. You link your arms around him, clinging tightly to him with a few tears staining his shirt because you have hurt each other so much. 

“I want to go home,” you murmur softly into his shoulder while he strokes your hair, “Por favor (please).”

“Okay,” he answers just as gently, placing a kiss on your forehead before drawing back, “We’ll go home.”

You walk home side by side, no words spoken between you. The tension is still there, sizzling in the air but it is charged with something else too. You almost feel like a teenager again, back when you were too scared to speak to the person you’ve decided late at night that you’d go through fire for. 

The first block is spent with your hands brushing as they hang by your sides and the both of you holding your breath when it happens but then Javier laces your fingers together and a quiet understanding settles over you. 

When you enter the front door together, none of you even glance in the direction of the kitchen or the living room. There's no hurry to move on from the storm of intense emotions that you have just been through, no hurry to busy yourself with anything that’ll simply push it down or bottle it up. 

The only urgency now is that storm, your hearts tense but only with the need to reassure each other. His mouth finds yours again, his body pushes you against the wall and the intensity behind his kiss grows from how he had kissed you in the street. Your lips meet in a kiss so deep that Javier coaxes a moan from your mouth. 

For once in all of this, you’re not scared of the outcome of being together, entwined. The need to conceive a child with your husband is still very much there but right now, it is overshadowed by a need to connect fully, to lick each other’s wounds even if you caused them. 

You reach to untie the knot on his tie completely. He hesitates for just a breath, a hand on your wrist to gain your attention. 

“Are you sure?” He asks despite how you still pull the tie out from underneath his collar. 

“Yes,” you don’t hesitate a second and drop the tie on the floor, desire ignited in your belly, “I’m so sure. I want you.”

He lets out a shaky breath with a smile, nodding his head while you move in to kiss his throat where his pulse thrums. His eyes close at the contact, his head tilting back just a little until a soft moan escapes his mouth. Your body grows warm from hearing it and you take it as a cue to move in silence, sharing searing kisses all the way to the bedroom. 

When you get there, Javier closes the door behind you and turns the lock, not because there’s any chance that you will be disturbed but just to keep the outside world at bay for a little while. It feels more intimate like that, like you are the only two people in the world.

You stand by the end of the bed, watching him do it and feeling your heart pounding in your chest from anticipation. You smile softly when he approaches you, too afraid that words might mess up the way that air crackles with intimacy and tenderness. 

He reaches out first as if promising to take the lead of you, curling his fingers around the edge of your top to lift it up. You raise your arms in the air to let him peel it over your head, goosebumps erupting on your skin where his knuckles brush you. He drops your top on the floor. 

You finally reciprocate by moving to undo the buttons of his white shirt. Your hands tremble slightly as you do it but Javier is patient, just reaches to gently steady your wrist by holding it. 

When you have reached the last one, he takes over and shrugs the fabric off his shoulders to reveal his warm and safe chest. You step closer, hands finding his shoulders as you lean in to kiss along his collarbone. He takes the opportunity to unclasp your bra while you’re at it, a palm skimming up your back while the other rests at your waist. 

When your breasts are bare, your nipples have hardened at the sudden exposure to the colder temperature. He undoes his belt and jeans, and when he bends slightly to take them off along with his boxers, he presses a tender kiss right over a nipple and skims his nose and lips across your chest to do the same thing with the other. 

You moan softly. He grabs around your waist and helps lowering you down onto the bed. You sit on the edge but not for long, moving back until you can lay down spread out. He follows you like a magnet, ends up kneeling between your legs so he can undo and yank down your pants. 

You help kick them off and then bend your knees briefly to let him drag your underwear down too. His mouth is everywhere he can reach; your ankles, your calves, knees, and thighs. 

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmurs softly on his way down your inner thigh, breaking the silence, and while he says those words a lot, there’s something different behind them today. It is almost like he is telling you something else; you’re not broken, not defined in your femininity by your body’s ability to carry his child.

You hold tears at bay and run your hand over his hair, looking down at the top of his head as his face disappears down between your thighs. Your mouth falls open in a soft gasp when he first mouths along your cunt. 

“Javi,” you sigh a moment later, your head knocking back into the bed so you can look up at the ceiling while focusing on the velvety feeling of his mouth. 

He eats you slowly, the flat of his tongue gently moving over your clit until you can’t help each sigh and moan that falls from your lips. His fingers spread your cunt open, his other hand squeezing your thigh as he pulls your legs further apart to dive in. 

“Please,” you hear yourself say. It’s the moment you realize how long it has been since you last were together like this; he hasn’t gone down on you for months because it doesn’t make a baby. The room is quiet except for your labored breaths and the filthy wet sounds of his mouth teasing you towards the edge. It feels so good to be wanted like this, reassured of how sexy you are without all the pressure to procreate. 

Hearing that soft plea makes Javier wrap his lips around your clit to kiss it repeatedly. He moans into you when your legs start to tremble in his peripheral vision. He switches it up and sucks. It makes you whimper, your back arching off the bed as he worships you between your thighs.

You are sure that he’ll pull away when you lift your pelvis up to meet his mouth further, but he doesn’t stop. Instead, he just slides the hand on your thigh down under the small of your back to hold you there, then breathes heavily through his nose and hungrily continues to make you inch closer to the edge. 

Like always, he can hear your orgasm knocking by the way you begin to hold your breath between small gasps of pleasure. He intensifies the pressure and the precision just so, and you slide both hands through his hair - something he has clearly been waiting for with the way he groans - while your toes start to curl. 

When you actually come, it drags a sinful groan out of the both of you. Your thighs lock around his head and you pull at his hair. It’s not pretty and polite. It’s pure release, and it is ripped out of you like it has been buried under your prickly skin, underneath heartbreak, forever. 

You say his name until it makes no sense anymore, swallowing down desperate gulps of air. He lets you ride it out on his tongue, making sure to tease out every little aftershock before releasing you from his grasp. Yes, you needed this but it is almost like he needed it more. 

“You don’t know what it does to me,” he breathes heavily while you come down. He trails off and rests his forehead against your thigh, “You don’t fucking know what it does to me… when you look at me like you did earlier… Like you’re done.”

“I’m not,” you whisper in reply, voice shaky with tears that have finally found release. You cry softly, “I’m not done. Never done.”

“Don’t cry, baby,” he looks up at you with those brown eyes that are so hard to resist because of the silent plead within them. It hurts your chest to watch him so full of remorse, hurts to be loved this much. 

“Come here,” you whisper softly and hold your arms open for him but he wants to take it slow. 

He kisses his way up your body instead - a kiss to your hip, your belly, one right beneath your ribs - and you use the opportunity to slide your fingers through his hair. His mustache is slick with you, scratching just slightly as he treats you like you might not be in his bed tomorrow. 

But while he wants to savor you, you feel the growing impatience within your chest. You need him closer, your hands going repeatedly from his hair to his shoulders and then to his back because you are unsure of where to touch him when you want all of him. 

When he has his knees between your thighs again, he doesn’t crush you with his weight. Instead, he hovers above, eyes roaming over your face to check if you’re still letting him have you. In response, you settle on cupping his face. He automatically turns his face to press a longing kiss into the palm of your hand. 

You pull him to your mouth in a kiss that steals his breath away, his hand cupping the side of your neck. You kiss him like you should have done the moment he came in through the door and he meets your mouth like he needs to feel forgiveness in his very bones. Maybe a kiss like this would have avoided the pain that you inflicted upon each other. You cry in his arms. He wipes tears away with his thumbs and doesn’t rush you. 

Eventually, you are panting from the intensity of what feels like one of the deepest kisses of your life. Your lips are swollen and sensitive, and his cock is hard against your thigh to the point where you think he must be aching. The occasional kiss to your throat makes your whole body tingle with want, your cunt fluttering in interest. The pressing issue, however, is that you need to put all of these feelings somewhere. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper with your fingers in his hair, breathing hard against his mouth, “Please, baby. I need you inside of me.”

Javier swears quietly under his breath as if he has been waiting for those words, nodding repeatedly with his stare fixed on your lips before giving you another desperate kiss. 

He reluctantly pulls away, your hands slipping out of his dark locks, to sit back on his knees. You let your palms lay flat on the sheets and stare up at him, his face full of determination while he slides his hands around the back of your knees. 

At first, you think he wants to drag you down on the bed and closer to himself but then he lifts your legs and you gasp because you immediately know what he is doing with you. He pushes until your thighs are pressed against your chest, your cunt on full display and at his mercy. 

He doesn’t speak as he moves over you again, not stopping until his chest brushes the back of your thighs and your ankles are resting on his broad shoulders. He folds you even further in when he leans down to kiss your throat, the soft sound that escapes you vibrating underneath his lips.

You grip the sheets and hold on for dear life as he enters you slowly, giving you the full length of his cock inch by inch. He holds your gaze as he bottoms out and it makes you so aware of everything he does to you. There's no space between you now. Not physically. Not emotionally. He looks at you as if telling you that you and he belong together, like he is ready to rewrite the last seven months of your sex life. 

You can’t speak, can’t even think because you’re still trembling and sensitive. The stretch of his cock is almost too much inside of you but he is gentle with you, letting you adjust while kissing his way to your mouth again. 

“I love you,” he murmurs against your lips. 

You nod as if to reciprocate and then whimper as another tear escapes, “I love you. I missed you.”

“I know, I missed you too,” he whispers and gently kisses away the salty tear. 

The ache of need catches up to you as you get used to feeling him inside of your cunt so fully, the thick head of his cock resting against the spot where you need him the most. An impatient flutter of your walls makes him give in and move inside of you. 

You moan feebly while he takes you slowly and full of precision. The angle of this position has you breathless in seconds, your back arching with each stroke against your g-spot. Your moans mix together with the sound of skin slapping against skin in the otherwise quiet room. You hold onto his biceps, feeling the muscles of his arms flex beneath your touch as he strains his body to give you everything he has. 

“I’ve got it now, mi amor (my love)” he lets you know through ragged breaths, resting his forehead against yours, “You don’t have to start it anymore. No need to ask.” 

“Don’t stop. Javi— oh, don’t stop,” you plead him with a steady stream of teardrops falling from your eyes. They roll down into your hair faster than he can kiss them away but it doesn’t matter, you think to yourself, because you want him to see what he does to you; that his words move you, that you needed to hear them because you’re exhausted and fuck, he loves you so much. 

“Shh, don’t cry, baby, you’re okay,” he coos with another soft kiss to follow. You turn your head afterward to press your face into the side of his head, brows furrowing as the first hints of your climax being within reach show. 

He barely pulls out anymore, just grinds down into your cunt and hits the right spot repeatedly. There’s no talking either. Instead, just the sound of your sweat-slicked bodies moving together, your breath hitching in your throat as your belly tightens even more, and his growls every time your cunt squeezes around him.

“You feel so fucking good, baby. You’re making me come,” he grits out, sweat gathering on his brow and concentration all over his face. 

“I’m close,” you gasp with your thighs starting to tremble from how intense it is going to be. You let your head bump into the mattress, your spine arching in a bow as it creeps up on you and your breathing begins to stutter. 

You come with a silent cry towards the ceiling because all air is knocked out of you. It takes a few moments before noise catches up to you but when it does, you absolutely sob underneath the weight of his body. The intensity makes you clamp down on his cock, your walls going into rhythmic squeezes that make Javier hiss and his pace falter from how you milk him. 

“I’m coming,” he near-whimpers before going off into a satisfied groan while his hips stutter, “Fuck, baby. You’re— I’m coming.”

He buries himself to the hilt before spilling inside of your wet, oversensitive heat. You gasp at the feeling of it, the weight of it settling inside of you. He trembles above you, enough for you to slide your hands up to his shoulders and cup his face. 

He holds himself up with one hand and holds one of yours with the other, breathing rapidly. His chest is broad and glistening with sweat, warm and nearly suffocating but he is yours. You want it like that, want to drown in the intimacy that you feel. 

Without a word, he straightens and pulls out his softening cock. It makes you tense up, looking down where you have been connected with worry on your face. You don’t want it to slip, to not work this time either, but he guides your legs together and then shifts slightly on the mattress. He lays them gently on one shoulder, making sure that no drop spills from you. 

“I’ve got you,” he coos, almost shushing you like a child. His arms cradle your legs, “Don’t worry.”

You can do nothing but whimper. He rubs your belly with his free hand and you place your palm on top of it, an unconscious gesture of hope between you. 

“This is the most important thing,” he says after weighing his words for a moment, “You and I.”

“Javi,” you protest but there’s no exasperation building up beneath the surface this time. He shakes his head to stop any words at the tip of your tongue. 

“I will give you anything you want. A house, a baby, anything you want,” he tells you, whispering it as if there are other people in the room besides the two of you and he wants privacy. It feels safer to hear him lower his voice, “But not if it costs me you. We are not meant to fight like that.”

Your bottom lip trembles because he is right. You’re not meant to fight like that at all, chests heaving with adrenaline and bloodlust from grief over the fact that something is getting the better of you. It feels as unnatural as snow in August and rivers running dry. 

“I want to give you a baby,” you say quietly and feel a tear slide down your cheek. Javier reaches to brush it away with his index finger, shushing you once more with the gentleness in him only reserved for you. 

“And you will,” he promises and cups your cheek afterward, his thumb stroking your face where another tear has fallen, “It’ll happen. This way or another.”

Your eyes flutter closed. You nod. 

“Do you know how much I love you?” He asks and lets his mouth graze the side of your ankle. 

“I love you too,” you say back without much thought that he is actually asking a question. 

“Yes, but do you know how much? Look at me,” he waits for a moment.

Your gaze locks onto him, your eyes big and teary.

“I don’t think you know how lucky I am to have you in my life after all the stupid shit I’ve done back in Colombia. I hurt people. I watched people die. No wonder I wasn’t all here when I came back. I thought I was just gonna float through the rest of my life being angry or drifting in some bar like a ghost. You were the first thing that felt like… like the world could be soft again. And now you think I could ever stop wanting you?” He shakes his head in disbelief, “You’re the only place I’ve ever felt like I could put my feet down and not run. When everything starts to weigh down on me, you breathe life back into me. Whatever happens next, I want it with you, okay?”

You cry with your heart feeling too big for your chest, words lost on you because how can he still love you when this takes such a toll on you that it brings out the worst in you? Probably just how you can love him just the same too.

You sniffle, “Yes, me too.”

He looks serious and soft, “Even if it’s not how we imagined. Even if we gotta go knock on Connie’s door and ask for the number of that adoption agency… or do IVF… or whatever the hell else it takes.”

You nod. When you speak, it is nothing but a squeak, “Yes.”

“But right now,” he caresses the skin of your calf and murmurs into another kiss to your ankle, “I just wanna stay here. In this bed. With my wife… and let the world wait a little while longer. Can we do that?”

“Can I get my legs down, so we can cuddle?” You shift a little, still slick between your thighs and sore in the best way, but there’s no rush to clean up or face anything other than the rise and fall of his chest against yours.

He smiles, “Of course. Lift your legs, I’ve got you.”

He does. He always does.

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PERFORMANCE ENHANCER (18+)

synopsis : while in paris for the 2024 summer olympics, ushijima is advised that ejaculation releases stress and hence boosts athleticism. so, the night before his match, he asks for your help.

tws/tags : ts! ushiwaka, cursing, vaginal, riding, size kink, creampie, oral (giving), rough sex, slight hair pulling, petnames, praise — minors dni!

note : this is for the summer olympics collab by @tetzoro. tysm for allowing me to join <3 fyi studies differ but it is mostly shown that sex has no significant impact on athleticism. also smut is labelled if you want to cut to it lol — wc: 6k

it was never a question as to whether or not ushijima would qualify for the olympics; you knew for certain he was going to be on that team, so the only query that ever crossed your mind was when should you start packing?

usually that kind of mindset leads to disaster and disappoint, but in this case you were right to make that assumption because next thing you knew, you and ushijima were on a chartered flight straight to france, along with the rest of the japanese volleyball team.

you were excited to explore paris — the city of love — with your husband. although you were well aware that this was far from your honeymoon, and in fact more like a business trip for ushijima. hence, training will occupy most of his schedule, and any downtime he may have, he'll likely spend with his long-distance best friend tendou, who you both haven't seen since your wedding two years ago.

having made peace with this fact, you hung around on the main street, poking around in some luxury stores while ushijima visited the chocolaterie tendou works at. his friend was aware that he qualified for the olypmics and would be coming to paris, but it was still astounding to see ushijima walk through the front door of his shop, in the flesh.

with a massive grin, they hug and catch up with each other, discussing all the new things that have happened in their lives since they last saw other. well, tendou did most of the talking, but ushijima did make a couple of brief contributions about his thriving marriage and volleyball career.

"so," tendou hums with his elbow propped up on the table and his chin resting on his knuckles, "how are you feeling about your match against argentina?" he quirks a brow.

"good."

despite his curt response and dry demeanour, tendou can tell simply by ushijima's subtle mannerisms that there is something weighing on his mind. "oh, c'mon, mr perfect. let's get deep!" he urges, and ushijima knits his brows in thought.

what he's experiencing is so complex and foreign, he can't quite put a finger on it. he needs a couple of moments to find a way to describe it. "stressed. representing japan in an international tournament is a lot of pressure." he's been under pressure before though and prospered, so he doesn't understand why this is any different.

"huh, who would've thought? the almighty super ace of the century is finally feelin' the heat?" tendou exaggerates his syllables and narrows his eyes to look at ushiwaka with an amused expression, but all he gets is blank stare in return, so he continues, "well, you've got no chance of winning if you're nervous, that's for sure."

he says it so nonchalantly, it causes ushijima to falter, "what?" of course, that's not his desired outcome, and tendou seems to know what he is talking about, so wakatoshi asks, "what can i do to win?"

"not lose." tendou titters to himself, but ushijima's piercing stare persists. "you need to release the stress! free yourself of all your worldly doubts. luckily for you, my good friend, i know how you can do that."

"how?" ushijima is quick to respond.

tendou smirks and leans across the table until his face is inches away from ushijima's. "you need to beat it."

"beat what?"

"masturbate!" tendou yells, accompanied with an exasperated sigh, as he falls back into his chair. despite how they were having this conversation in the back of the store, tendou exclaimed that word loud enough to cause some customers browsing in the front to tilt their heads. "when you finish, not only does it it release sperm, but it also lets out all your pent-up fears and worries."

ushijima raises an eyebrow in doubt, which prompts tendou to elaborate, "also, when you orgasm, hormones pump through your body that kill all the stress chemicals. that's why it feels so good!"

seeing that ushijima is still suspicious, tendou throws his arms up in defeat, "fine! don't believe me if you want, but just know this information was told to me by a reliable and knowledgeable source: shirabu."

"shirabu kenjirō?"

when tendou hums in agreement, ushijima takes a moment to reflect. last he heard, shirabu is a medical student, studying to become a doctor, and they don't let just anyone into med school. additionally, biology and health is in shirabu's realm of expertise, so it would make sense for ushijima to take his advice.

with a nod of resounding certainty, ushijima declares proudly, "okay. i will masturbate."

"great. glad i could help." tendou grins, leaning his cheek onto his hand, "but you don't have to do it yourself. that was just an example. you should do whatever will make you finish—..."

tendou's voice trails off as he searches for the right word, "hardest. so in your case, that might not be masturbating. i mean, you've got a real pretty wife."

though he wasn't keen on tendou calling you 'real pretty' in that suggestive tone, ushijima kept that comment inside, and instead said, "i think i know what you meant."

tendou wishes he could just leave the conversation at that and move on, but knowing his thick-skulled friend, he had to confirm, "what do i mean?"

"my wife should masturbate on my behalf."

"no!"

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eventually, ushijima may have understood what tendou was talking about. he was still sceptical about the whole thing but as the game grew closer and closer, he found himself becoming desperate for any solution to cure his volleyball nerves.

so, once the night before his match arrived, he figured there was no harm in trying.

you had just come out of the bathroom with your hair down and dripping, and your salacious body clad only in a short towel that didn't leave very much to the imagination; as your tits were threatening to escape with every movement you made, and the bottom of your perky ass was just peeking out. he watches intently from the bed. it's as though you knew what he had planned.

and perhaps you did, considering how he urged you to get in the shower as soon as the two of you got home from your excursions. due to the fact that he has a very strict sleeping schedule and needs to be in bed by 22 at the latest, which means you guys need to start having sex by 21. he lasts a while.

"(y/n)." the simple act of uttering your name in his husky voice already has you scrambling over to him, kneeling beside him on the covers.

"yes?" you respond with a cute twinkle in your eyes. ever doting and caring: one of the many things he loves about you.

"i am stressed for the game against argentina tomorrow."

you frown, already had the inkling that something was bothering him. "i'm sorry, toshi." you rest your head on his shoulder, nuzzling into him as you stroke his muscular chest, "it's completely normal to feel that way, especially since you'll be competing against your archenemy: tōru oikawa."

he isn't sure what you mean by that — him and oikawa are on decent terms — but he enjoys your comforting words so he allows you to witter on without interruption.

"i'm also sorry that you felt as though you couldn't tell me this sooner; we could've done something about it. still, if there's anything i can do to help now, just say the word."

"sex." he responds plainly, taking your request literally.

"huh?" you stutter, unsure if you heard him correctly.

naturally, ushijima misinterprets your confusion and takes the opportunity to explain what he was told, "tendou and shirabu said that ejaculation let outs tension, so i would like your help with that. tendou mentioned that i could do it on my own, but i would prefer to do it with you."

your jaw hung open and your eyes darted across your husband's face, unsure of what to address first: his sweet desire to make love to you on such a special night, or his impressive use of the word 'ejaculation'.

clutching the fabric of his shirt, you pressed a long kiss to his lips, tasting his minty breath, before squealing, "yes, of course we can!" you throw one leg around him so you are now straddling his lap. he smiles at your sweet reaction and places a strong hand your waist to hold you in place.

while running your hands reassuringly over his arms and admiring his toned biceps, you pout, "oh but toshi, we can't have you waking up all sore in the morning." you point out, however it's as though a solution to your problem occurs to you instantly as you blurt out, with wide eyes and a cheery smile, "but that's okay! i can just ride you, yeah?" you eagerly tease him by grinding your hips against his already throbbing erection.

using his grip on you, he puts a swift end to your antics, and your whole body is no match for the strength in his right arm alone. "that sounds like a lot of effort." ushijima was aware of how long he can go for, and it left him exhausted most of the time, so he can't imagine how you would feel after doing all the work for such an extended period of time. you were just his precious wife after all, deserving of being spoiled and catered for — in bed or otherwise — so riding wasn't an act he ever expected from you.

"it will be, but it's only for one night and i'd do anything for you." he reassure him while laying against his chest, as his hand stroked your back. with your ear pressed against him, you could hear the faint drumming of his heartbeat.

so selfless too, another thing he loved about you. he smiled when you leaned into his embrace, carefully running his hand up and down your spine, as though you were the most fragile thing he's ever touched and may shatter at any moment.

"thank you, my angel."

oh, this man is horny. typically he only calls you nicknames when he is fucked out. even then, they were mostly limited to 'dear' or 'honey'. not that you minded, hearing him call you by your real name was hot, also the scarcity made the times when he did call you petnames all the more sweet.

so to hear him call you 'angel' before you've even started is very telling as to how badly he needs you. more than he lets on, that's for sure. such a stoic man; even after years of being together, you still find it difficult to read him sometimes, but the way he hardens underneath you is unmistakable.

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wearing nothing underneath the robe, you grind down against his clothed cock and he almost winces at the warmth of your bare pussy. so sensitive that he can feel every curve and dip of your needy cunt, and he revels at how your folds kiss his firm length.

in order to supress his bubbling moans, he hurriedly locks lips with you, fixing his hand onto your back so he can pull you closer. the passion from your lips against his is addicting and the heat of your body against his just feels so right. he wants nothing more than for you to melt into him so you can become one.

though he doesn't like how he can't feel your pretty tits pressed against him, only the fluffy fabric of your robe. his hands find their way to your shoulders, where he roughly tugs off your robe in one swift motion, casting it to the side.

the fiery kiss only ends when you gasp at the sudden chilliness that washes over you. the cold is combatted by ushijima's strong embrace as he holds your delicate figure against his own. it's nice to be his strong arms, it makes you feel so secure and you fit into him perfectly.

meanwhile, ushijima is focused on the lewd sensation of your tits squished against him. being able to feel your hard nipples poke him through the thin fabric of his shirt made it difficult to resist flipping you over and fucking you from behind, with one hand messily tangled in your hair while it hits it raw. like he usually does.

his kisses trail from your cheeks, across your jaw and down your neck. naturally, at that point you pull away from his embrace so he can continue lower, until he had your bud locked between his teeth. sucking and flicking it with his tongue while his hand worked at fondling your other tit, slowly falling so he was caressing your waist.

now that you've retracted, you take this opportunity to tug at the elastic of his shorts, pulling at it just enough for his aching erection to spring free. you've experienced ushijima's size before, but it's still baffling every time you see it. how a nice girl like you could take a monster like him.

drool pricked at the corner of your lips at the sight of girth, admiring the beast in your hands. ushijima stopped sucking on your tits when he realised you had let out his cock, and he couldn't help but smirk as he watched you idly toy with it while staring intently.

his poor angel. he knew how nervous you could get sometimes before taking him and he wasn't one to rush you, so he sat in comfortable silence, admiring your gorgeous figure and stroking your hip with his thumb. though the more he looked at you, the more he longed to dive right back into your tits and have another taste. or push you onto your back and explore between your thighs with his mouth.

though his raging fantasies were interrupted as you finally take his cock. not into your pussy, but rather, your mouth. that wasn't what ushijima was expecting, but he'd never complain. not when it comes to your head. how the warmth of your mouth consumed him, and your tongue licked seductively down his shaft. of course, you were never able to take his whole length but that's not your fault; most amateurs couldn't. and he preferred it like this, actually. he liked seeing you with your cheeks puffed out — his coarse fingers brushing your stray hair away from your face so he could witness every lewd detail — and watching you struggle to deepthroat him, coughing and spluttering whenever you'd try. just a reminder of how diligent you are when it comes to pleasuring him.

a layer of your spit shines on his cock, coating him so nicely, as you continue to suck him off. your movements are slow but thorough, gripping him with his lips as tightly as you can when you drag upwards, and ensuring your tongue rubs properly against the underside of his shaft. you were doing so well, as a reward you received the occasional hushed grunt from your husband.

usually this gentle approach would be the correct one, as ushijima prefers a moderate pace to begin with, that gradually builds up into a frantic, hasty one. however, today there was just something so tempting about you that he couldn't resist. maybe it was the obscene way your plump lips wrapped around his girth. or maybe it was how your glossy eyes looked to him for approval after every frivolous attempt to deepthroat. at which, he'd always flash you a brief yet kind smile, sometimes even mutter something along the lines of 'you're so cute' or 'good job, baby.'

regardless, there was an allure about you that he couldn't quite explain, but it is what triggered him to abruptly grab you by the hair and yank you off his cock and into a rough kiss. he just couldn't get enough of those gorgeous lips, and he utilised his grip on the back of your head to pull you in as close as physically possible. he wanted to feel every inch of your nude body against him.

after your initial shock to his actions, you soon melt into the kiss and move your lips rhythmically against his, allowing his tongue to slip past your defences and into your mouth. and while all your senses were saturated by the intoxicating kiss, you almost didn't notice when ushijima's other hand — that was previously groping your ass — sneaked down between your wet folds and teased the entrance of your pussy.

you moaned into the kiss at the stimulation of your needy hole, but despite your longing, you knew it wasn't right. you exit the kiss only partly, and say, virtually still upon his lips, "toshi.. don't. you need to save the energy in your arms."

"i always have energy for you." he counters, as his finger threatens to penetrate you.

"let's not risk it." you smile, pushing yourself back so you are sat upright on his lap with each leg on either side of him. aligning his cock with your hole, you notice he's still slightly damp with your spit, but not enough to make for sufficient lubricant, so you run his dick between your lips, allowing him to soak up your wetness.

he grunted at how your wet folds stroked his length, as his hand wandered up from your shoulder to your face so he could cup your cheek. "can you handle it, (y/n)? it's okay if you can't." of course he's been in you before but in the past, extensive prep is required before you can even fathom the idea of taking him. and on this occasion, you've not undergone any preparation at all. "i don't want to hurt you."

he doesn't mean to sound patronising; that's just how he expresses concern. well, maybe he does mean it a little, but that is only because the bedroom is the place where he gets to be the smart one, considering how quickly you get fucked dumb by his massive dick, unable to speak right or think straight.

"i can and i will, toshi! i was made to fit you." you whine, and you were quick to try and prove it by letting yourself relax onto his cock. however, you reacted by jolting, as the tip alone had your walls stretching and sore. you bit your bottom lip to try cope with discomfort, as your legs trembled at the strain.

"made to fit me?" he smirked, amused by your proclamation and how it was immediately followed by proof of his doubts. the way your body writhed said more than enough. "it's too much for you, sweetheart."

using the back of your hand to cover your tense expression, you shook your head, "no.. it's not." you squeak and mewl as you lower yourself on his cock, the wetness caused by the congestive sensation being just enough to make the descent bearable.

"mmph— too big, toshi." you moaned, and hearing his name fall from your lips in such a dirty manner send all his blood rushing straight to his cock. a part of him wanted to grasp your shoulders and push you all the way down to his base. but the other part knew that he'd destroy your insides if he did that. he'll have to learn to be patient; the burden of having a wife with such a tight little cunt.

your sopping pussy clamping down on him caused a lustful haze to cloud his mind, so he was barely able to choke out, "hurts?"

you nod meekly.

a shaky sigh huffs out of his nose, as he tries to deal with your gummy walls swallow the head of his cock. his eyes were fixated on where you two connect, your hips were quivering yet you had barely covered half of him. slick from your moist cunt seeped down the rest of his shaft that you had yet to take. "you don't have to." he reassured you, a big hand grazing over the silky skin of your stomach, then resting to the side of your tit while he idly thumbed your sensitive nipples.

"but i wanna." you whine, sinking down on his cock ever so slightly, but even taking a couple additional inches caused an intense abdominal pain, resulting in quiet sobs hiccupping from you. it burned and stained your body in such a delicious way. your hungry pussy gnawing at his cock was addicting, and even when it poked you in the most personal and irregular places you still couldn't get enough. in fact, it made you want to fit his whole length even more, because seeing stars is always the goal with wakatoshi.

ushijima swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat while he was admiring your pretty pussy graciously accepting more of his cock. "my beautiful girl.." he cooed at you, paying close attention to the way your face twisted in pain as you sunk further down, fighting to reach the base, although you were getting closer.

more lubricant would've been useful, perhaps it would've got you started quicker like it usually does but a small part of him enjoyed you watching you struggle a bit; it's a display of how devoted you are. "do it." he grunted.

motivated by his firm command, you keep pushing down on his cock, no matter how tough it may be. your eyes are squeezed shut and your husband's strong hand cradles your ass just as you finally made it down to his base. your breathing is already heavy so you pause for catch your breath and marinate in the sensation of his cock brushing your cervix and visibly protruding from your lower stomach.

during this time, ushijima's clutch slipping from your ass, over your folds until he was rigorously palming your throbbing clit. you recoil a bit from his arousing touch, and grumble, "arms.." referring to preserving strength for tomorrow's match.

begrudgingly, he took his hand away. a whole night of sex without putting effort into pleasuring you didn't feel right to ushijima. the way he showed affection and that he cares about you is by rubbing that puffy clit, or letting you lie down while he stood at the end of the bed and ramming into you from behind, not stopping until he had you creaming all over his fat cock. so refraining from pleasing you didn't come naturally to him.

but he must not realise the effect his dick alone has you, especially without much lube — the friction of him dragging against your clammy insides was enough to have you teetering on your first orgasm already.

once you were ready, you braced yourself by placing your hands on his chest and used your knees and arms to supports you while you slid up his length. your insides freeing from his congestion was a relief yet simultaneously so empty, it's as though you craved it as soon as each inch withdrew from you.

"gah!— toshi, feels.." your words get lost in a chorus of your own staggered moans, "s' good."

wakatoshi normally wasn't very vocal in bed at all, so it was very telling that the combination of your tight pussy and unintentional dirty-talk already had him grunting and moaning shallowly under his breath.

as he watched you lift yourself up, he pet your leg soothingly, "that's right, princess— hnn—" he caught himself and clenched his jaw before an unwelcome noise left him, "keep going."

soon you were able to build momentum and start riding him properly. it took a moment to develop a suitable rhythm and to stop your yourself from wincing every time you sunk down on him, but once your hole built more slicker and wetter, it became easier.

it's not long before you're able to glide up and down his shaft with relative ease, whimpers bubbling in your throat from the luxurious satisfaction. at first you went steady, purposefully to savour each and every delicious inch of your well endowed husband.

going at your own rate and slowly bobbing on his cock was practical for you — enough stimulation to have your knees weak already. but your unrushed method wasn't doing it for him. not to say he wasn't entirely entranced by the way your pussy devours him and rubs against his raw flesh, but he need more of you in order to cum. he wants you to be bouncing on his dick until he's completely fucked your brains out and you've milked him dry.

"(y/n)." he states, while you were leaned forward, with your arms holding yourself upright on his chest while your hips got to work in rocking against him. your head hung low because you were concentrated on riding him, and your hair partially fell into your face.

but upon hearing his stern voice, you garner enough strength to lift your head to meet his molten brown eyes. he smiles at the lewd expression painted on your face; it served as a nice reminder that even a dribble of his cock was enough to drive you mad with bliss. he could tell by your watery eyes and your flickering grin that you fucking loved it.

"(y/n)." he repeats your name, though it's more breathy this time and he glances at the place where the two of you connect when he says it then, before he looks back at you expectantly. and of course, you know exactly what to you do.

you let out a deep sigh, drop your head and hope for the best — using your knees and hips to push yourself upwards so you can drop back down onto him at a heightened pace. every time his dick pierced into you, there was a meaty stretch of your walls — a salacious ache that you never could comprehend because as soon as you experienced it, you'd immediately shoot off his cock, then sink back down onto it, over and over again.

you didn't understand what you were feeling down there but you knew for certain was good. your back arched into the filthy euphoria and moans were spilling from you like a flood. "ngh— fuck! stop.." you whine, despite how you were responsible for the sharp jolts of electricity shooting through you; and you were the one hungrily bouncing on his cock like a desperate slut. impaling yourself with his length until your legs were shuddering beneath you.

when it got so fast, the riding became sloppy, you'd hardly touch the base before you'd pull yourself up. likewise, you'd rarely reach the tip before sinking down again. but you were just too eager to pay attention to these small details. alas your movements are no longer deliberate and every buck of your hips is senseless and fuelled by pure lust and hedonism.

it got harder when you could feel your orgasm impending. the pulsing in your abdomen wracking through your entire body, tingling and making it difficult for you to keep bobbing on his cock when your stomach was on the verge of exploding and your legs were ready to give out under you.

but ushijima's intense glare on your exposed, shaking figure brought you motivation to persevere. as well as his protective hands that stroked your trembling thighs, while gazing at you with adoration and desire. he wasn't a man of many words but the way he looked at you spoke a thousand.

and these sappy eyes only faltered when your walls clenching around his dick eventually led to him being knocked over the edge and spilling his first orgasm all into your homey cunt. a raspy groan was torn out of him and his eyes flutter close while his seed pump through your insides; the thick warmth spreading through your core caused your eyes to twist shut, and force of his load pushed you off his cock.

he had made a vulgar mess of his precious girl, your little hole was dripping with cum. to be stuffed with your husband's fluid love was so filling yet comforting — and you were truly stuffed, the volume of his load replacing the mass of his cock. "thank you, babe.." you pant, head still spinning from your frantic bouncing.

"thank you." he corrected, eyes trained on you still sitting atop his flaccid cock, but it hardened with every passing second, at the sight of your pert nipples teasing him as your chest rose and fell, or your pretty lips he longed to kiss passionately. "two rounds is hard-work, dear. i'm impressed."

perhaps you were just to fucked out to count. still, you gulp to clear your dry throat and splutter, "two?"

"yes." ushijima confirmed. though strand of his hair still clung to his shining cheeks and forehead, he seemed to have overcome the post-orgasmic exhaustion already. "so there's one more left."

you groan. you should've expected this considering usually ushijima can go for upwards of four rounds, but it's different when you are doing all the work. "but 'm tired!"

"two ejaculations are recommended to get rid of all the stress." he explains, but from how you wearily hang your head and you're quick breaths, he could tell you weren't listening.

"one more, (y/n)."

"but toshi!.." you whine in retaliation.

"yes, my angel?"

you narrow your eyes at him and although he wears that big, dumb look on his face you tell he knows what he is doing. he is aware of the effect those cute nicknames have on you, especially in his deep, husky voice. how can you refuse? plus a small part of you wants to keep going anyway, and not stop until you forget your own name,

you huff out your nose and lift your hips over his tip once more — which has already fully stiffened — then abruptly drop them, taking his big length in one swift gulp. one that caused you to recoil and squeal, and even wakatoshi to gasp slightly at being enveloped by your tight insides again so fast.

it's easier to fit him this time because your hole is already drenched with his cum and your own, but his dick was still as big as it was a minute ago, and it still strained your walls— having to contort beyond their means to accommodate his girth. " toshi, shhuh.. shit— too big!" you whimper.

"not for my girl." he grunts, a firm grip on the fat of your thigh while you frantically ride him, "make it fit."

"mph, mkay.." your knuckles white as you hold onto his shirt for dear life, mustering every ounce of energy you have to keep thrusting yourself up and down on your husband's mighty cock, but every part of you gave away your exhaustion: beads of sweat budding on your forehead, shaking muscles and rapid breaths.

ushijima could tell you were struggling and that only egged him even closer orgasm. though he was kind enough to offer you some grunts of reassurance between moans. "my perfect girl, go on.."

there were moments when then the bursts of pleasure were drowned out by the futility of repeatedly bouncing on his stubborn erection but you persisted, even when your legs had virtually gone numb and your sore pussy was still being rammed into.

"can't.." you whimper, your knees now beginning to wobble with each bounce, making your position unstable until wakatoshi steadied you by the ass.

"so tight, princess. i need you to." he grits, grabbing your ass to aid you in your staggered movements, guiding you up and down on his soiled length but even then, your aching legs prevented you from riding with any real vigour, "i'm close."

despite his encouragement, you couldn't find the strength to continue and your hips gradually decreased in ferocity until you lay dejected against his chest, feebly bucking your hips while his cock stirred inside your sticky walls.

you mutters all sorts of slurred gibberish that resembled 'sorry', with your face pressed against his chest as he rubbed comforting circles on your back.

"don't be sorry." he says, hands fixing themselves to your hips, "you're still going to help me, angel."

with his tight grip on your hips, he lifts you as though you're weightless and pushes you back down his length, all the way to base which makes you shiver as his tip intrudes your cervix. initially shocked, you gape at the determines look on your husband's face as he uses your weak body as his own little fucktoy, slamming you down on his cock over and over. but it doesn't take long for you to melt into the atmosphere and get turned on by the way he manhandles you, treating you like his personal property.

the power his strong hands hold over you is indescribable. his dick ploughs into your sopping hole at an ungodly pace — so fast and rough your tits shook and it left your limb neck nodding along with each bounce. yet all you could focus on his cock stretching out your insides, hitting all the right spots on your sensitive walls.

your hair thrashed about too, with every violent snap of ushijima's arms, and it wasn't long before the heat pooling at your core came gushing out. "tosh— hhn— 'm comi—" the words couldn't even form on your tongue completely before they were crushed and swept away in a flood of melodious moans and sobs.

as you climaxed, your back arched into him and your coated walls began to convulse around his brimming cock, which served as the catalyst to him shooting his second load into your already filthy pussy.

your tight cunt wrung him dry for every last drop, and even through his high, he held you through yours, as you twitched and screamed with pleasure in his arms from the most overwhelming and satisfying orgasm of your life. he kept you close, wrestling against his own muffled moans — they were hard to suppress when your hole clamped down on him like it never wanted to let go.

soon, the intensity had faded, and you were left lying on his chest, enjoying each other's embrace and listening to each other's heartbeat while he was buried inside you. once you both found your bearings, he looked to you for approval before easing you off his cock.

you hissed at first; the feeling of emptiness had become so oddly foreign to you. and it stung a little but it was so unbelievably worth it.

"thank you, (y/n)." wakatoshi mutters against your forehead, tickling you a bit, "i'm proud of you, and grateful to have you as my wife."

"i'm grateful for you too, wakatoshi." you muse, mind still a bit hazy, "proud of me for what?"

"for lasting so long. that must have been a lot of effort."

you scoff, idly tracing hearts on his chest with your finger, "yeah, right. i didn't even make it through the whole thing, you literally had to carry me at the end."

"that's because you're not used to it." he explains kindly, as he shifts his hand to take yours, stroking the back of it with his thumb, "but it's okay. you will receive plenty of training when we go home."

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BONUS

tw// oral (receiving)

the whole arena erupted into cheers when japan scored the final point against argentina and won the match! the audience were screaming and the players were all doing celebrations of their own — the atmosphere was simply electric and joyus.

from the stands, you looked at your boyfriend who was standing on the court, staring back at you with a cute little smile on his face. or at least, that's what it looked like from where you were sitting, so you blew him a kiss.

you later realised that it was probably a devious smirk, as that was the moment when the ejacultion hypothesis was confirmed, and he was probably thinking about the new pre-game ritual that had been established.

it's useful though. think of it like this: whenever he has a match, you also get some training!

but of course, you would only agree to take part in this 'pre-game ritual' if certain criteria were met. meaning that after every game, ushijima has to dick you down good and bury his head between your legs, eating you out for minimum ten minutes (twenty if he wins).

[plumdale]

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When the Bat Smiles ~Batman Imagine~

Requested by anonymous:

“happy 6k! was wondering if I could please request bruce wayne with “You smiled! I saw it! You can't deny it!” for fem!reader? tysm! :)”

Summary: You get the pleasure in seeing Batman smile for once.

Author’s Note: I'm sorry this came out late. I went to Texas to visit my family before I had a chance to publish this. I also apologize for this being short. I wanted to branch out from Batmom!reader.

Reader’s Pronouns: They/Them

Warnings: mentions of unaliving

Do not repost this anywhere!

Batman is never really the kind of man who smiles. No matter how hard anyone has tried. Sure he would smile as Bruce Wayne. But as Batman? No one has ever seen a genuine smile from him.

“Hey Batman,” you greeted as you landed on a rooftop.

“Hi Hearts.”

You were known as the Queen/King of Hearts in Gotham. Though you didn’t feel like a hero, you were deemed an anti hero as you could rip the hearts out of people and command them at will until you put their heart back into their bodies.

You did not kill many people unless you had deemed necessary. And even if you didn't crush their hearts to kill them, you continued to follow your given anti hero name by cutting your enemies necks or as the storybook queen had said, "off with their heads."

“Saw some of your children running around. Red Hood even asked me for help,” you tell him.

“They like to talk about you,” Batman points out.

You got to know Batman ever since you had received your powers and became an anti-hero. After proving to him that you weren't a villain, he had deemed you acceptable to keep around.

“Glad to know about that. I’d hate for the Batman to come after me because his kids didn’t like me,” you joked.

“You need to give me a better reason to come after you,” Batman tells you.

“Like say I get Joker before you?” You asked.

“Perhaps.”

"You can say the word and I'll do it. Never liked him anyway. He keeps creating more chaos and hiring more people who shouldn't be working for him," you say as you leaned against the wall to look down at the city.

"He'll be mine to deal with," Batman tells you.

"Alright. Alright. He's all yours."

"Plan on staying out late tonight?" Batman asked you.

"No. I was hoping to just relax after I get some work done and binge watch Bluey."

"Bluey?"

"It's an Australian kids show. Say what you want, it's a good wholesome show," you tell him. Batman smiled softly but you noticed it quickly.

"Did you just smile?" You asked him in shock.

"No," Batman said, quickly going back to his emotionless state.

“You smiled! I saw it! You can't deny it!” You cheered happily.

“Are you going to tell the world now that Batman smiled?” He asked, looking over at you.

“And ruin the fact that I saw Batman smiled? Nah. I’ll keep that secret to myself,” you winked at him.

“Care to patrol Gotham with me?” Batman asked you.

“Are you asking me for help?” You asked surprised.

“More of I’m asking you to keep me company,” Batman tells you.

“Sure. After all, it’s nice to know that I’m warming up to you,” you smiled at him.

“You’re getting there,” Batman said.

"If you want, you can join me in binge watching Bluey," you tell him.

"I'll think about that offer. For now, let's go," Batman said before shooting his grappling hook somewhere and jumping off.

"I think I have a chance with him now," you smile softly before following behind.

[wangxianficfinder]

In the mood for...

LINK LIMIT HAS BEEN REACHED

Jan 19th

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1. hi!! itmf a fic where

a) wen wei wuxian! or even partially wen friendly fics i suppose? i've read most stuff tagged under wen wei wuxian but feel free to recommend if u have one you really like even if it has that tag!

b) modern/college aus with a similar vibe to Red Chrysanthemums for Wei Ying/A Soft Storm by AvoOwO (strongly recommend!!). doesn't have to have such dark themes necessarily but the relationship between wwx and jc & others. Lan Zhan vs the Jiang Siblings series by phnelt is another (more lighthearted) example of what i mean! sorry ik it's vague.

c) a social media fic! preferably with the whole twitter/other social media set ups and all that fun stuff like Second Wind: An Idol Survival Show by moeblobmegane

tysm for all u do u guys are amazing!!!

1A)

Scars of Lightning by The_peregrine_falcon (T, 6k, YZY & WWX, WWX & WRH, WangXian, YZY’s A+ Parenting, Canon Divergence, Not Canon Compliant, Wen WWX, zidian, YZY is a bitch, Canon-Typical Violence, Blood and Injury, Major Character Injury, Heavy Angst, Lotus Pier, Nightless City, Young WWX, Muteness, Hurt kind of comfort)

Loneliness Knows My Name by Jaywalker_Holmes, Treef (T, 208k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Eventual Happy Ending, Unreliable Narrator, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, mutual idiots)

Heliocentric by Coolio101 (T, 8k, WangXian, in which WWX is born as part of the Wen Sect, Mutual Pining, LWJ & JC are friends....kind of, Wen Sect WWX, Fix-It, LWJ has zero chill and is always 2 sec away from throwing hands, but that's basically canon, also WRH is still an asshole, so if you were expecting redemption!fic this might not be for you, Canon Divergence)

Sunset, Sunrise by Ariana Deralte (ArianaDeralte) (T, 59k, WWX & WRH, WangXian, WIP, Time Travel Fix-It, Crack, Temporary Character Death, sorry I killed a-Yuan for a few paragraphs before the time travel, WWX is a Wen, Genius WWX, WRH gets to rewatch the series as a treat, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, in this house we acknowledge that all the sects have flaws, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, WWX Has ADHD, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Implied/Referenced Suicide, Autistic LWJ, Loss of Limbs)

All Things Belong by kuroi_atropos (M, 93k, WRH & WWX, WangXian, WWX is a Wēn, Abuse, Whipping, Manipulations, Warning: WRH, Smart WWX, Possessive Behavior, Warning: JGS, Implied/Referenced Rape/Non-con, Past Rape/Non-con, Society Level Victim Blaming, Victim Blaming)

1C)

Grandmaster of Meme-onic Cultivation by Hades_the_Blingking (T, 75k, multiple ships, Chatlogs, chatfic, Texting, Comedy, Canon Compliant, Crack, Memes, Humour, JGY is best bitch, i am afraid of when LXC finally snaps, XY is a highly cursed person, NHS is still mvp tbh, chatroom fic, Polyamory, Lots of it, Not Everyone Dies, Additional: please do not eat or drink reading this enough people have choked x-x)

call me, beep me by myung (T, 39k, WangXian, MM/WQ, JC/WN, JYL/JZX, Social Media, Modern, Actors, Celebrity, Chatting & Messaging)

cookin' up a storm, piece of cake by livinginaworldofnoise (G, 9k, WangXian, Modern, Social Media, Baking, the dumbest comments u have ever seen, WWX being a troll for nearly 10k words, LWJ suffering the most that any recipe blogger has ever suffered, Baker LWJ, WWX is a Little Shit, Crack, content warning for absolute unhinged nonsense, told in the form of recipe comments and emails, Epistolary, Unconventional Format)

life, drama and action by Akai__hana (G, 13k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, Modern, Actors, singer LWJ, actor WWX, Social Media, Fluff and Humor, Established Relationship, Crack)

r/relationships by vespertineflora (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Social Media, Viral Reddit Post, Pining, Crushes, Friends to Lovers, Awkward Flirting, Romantic Gestures, Romantic Comedy, Love Confessions, Kissing, Happy Ending, r/relationships [podfic] by someplacelikebolivia)

🔒 人過留名 | Reputation by dragongirlG, PandaReads (DrPanda99) (T, 5k, JL & LSZ & LJY & OYZZ, JL & WWX, Social Media, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Humor, Chinese diaspora, Secret Identity, College/University, Modern Setting, Podfic & Podficced Works, Podfic Length: 30-45 Minutes, Mandarin speaking reader, Fic & Podfic)

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2. any fics with the housewife and provider husband dynamic? (either of them could be the househusband, idrc i just want this dynamic) @ashxi-wx

crimson blue by cherrywhiskey (E, 138k, WangXian, Modern AU, Arranged Marriage, Angst with a Happy Ending, Marriage of Convenience, genius WWX, Not Jiang Family Friendly, Supportive LQR, Bottom LWJ, Eventual mpreg, Protective WWX, BAMF WWX, caring LWJ, Soap Opera, with plenty of telenovela tropes, like scheming in-laws, sizzling drama, Angst, Romance, AND SO MUCH LOVE & DEVOTION, Power Couple Wangxian, they're smitten with each other, WWX × LQR bonding, soft LWJ, but he's also got a temper, WWXs debt & duty factor is heavily focused, it's a bit whumpy initially, but Very Very Happy ending, let me show you what WWX's love looks like)

the end of And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending) link in #15

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3. Hello🥰 I was wondering if you had some kind of Post-Canon fanfics comp? Or Post-Canon fanfics recs? I looked through your fic comps list but, if it does exist, I couldn’t find it. If it doesn’t exist, could I ask for you fav post canon fanfics for the next itmf? Happy endings please!!! And the cutest wangxian the better!

Thank you luv, you’re doing gods work!

Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (M, 83k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, ridiculously long author notes, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo)

a safe pair of hands by occultings (microcomets) (E, 11k, WangXian, Mutual Pining, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Body Worship, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Sharing a Bed, Getting Together, First Time, Curses, Intimacy, Touch-Starved LWJ)

And Yet Here You Are by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Domestic Fluff, Cloud Recesses, settling down, Separation Anxiety, Teacher WWX, very light angst, Chief Cultivator LWJ)

call me home and I’ll build you a throne by anaphoricae (E, 51k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Canon Compliant, Cloud Recesses, Getting Together, Developing Relationship, Self-Indulgent, Gusu Lan Juniors Dynamics, Touch-Starved, Non-Sexual Intimacy… and then Sexual Intimacy, Lán Juniors Gossiping about Wangxian, as a treat, Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, WWX Has a New Golden Core, Farmer WWX, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Mutual Pining, Communication, Quietly Falling Into a Married Life, Light Angst, Wholesome, POV LWJ, POV WWX, LWJ in braids agenda, Sharing a Bed, WWX’s Birthday, Semi-Public Sex, Cold Springs, Inventor WWX, Jealous WWX)

How to Keep Your Diplomatic Asset Close (and Your Wei Ying Closer) by His Excellency by misscam (M, 4k, WangXian, Getting Together, Fluff, Smut, Humor, CQL!verse, some inspiration from the novel)

hunters seeking solid ground by Attila (E, 23k, wangxian, Canon Compliant, discussion of canon character death, Hurt/Comfort, Nightmares, bed sharing, Getting Together, Yearning, Literal Sleeping Together, Really Excessive Amounts of Hurt/Comfort,[Podfic of] hunters seeking solid ground by exmanhater, hunters seeking solid ground by Attila [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea))

If It’s You by etymologyplayground (T, 1k, WangXian, Fluff, Reunions, Getting Together, Kissing, Literal Sleeping Together, Cuddling & Snuggling, Post-Canon, Sexual Tension)

I’m Going Out (Gonna Make A Name For Me And You) by cosmicmilktea (T, 16k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Power couple Wangxian for social change is my kink, People being nice to WWX is my kink, LWJ and I have that in common, Mentor WWX, intersect relations, cultivation sects, Slow Burn, Like seriously it's very slow, Sickness)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, WWX Loves To Teach, wangxian are married, Fluff, nonsexual intimacy, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication, this is HEAVY on the symbolism, Translation in Russian)

Nice work if you can get it by deliciousblizzardshark (M, 11k, WangXian, Protective LWJ, Genius WWX, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Getting Together, the make people respect wwx agenda, Chief Cultivator LWJ, Soft WangXian, Hand Jobs, Blow Jobs, a very very small amount of smut, also a possessed squirrel)

爱不释手; never let me go by yiqie (E, 68k, WangXian, Case Fic, Blood and Injury, Demons, Body Horror, Mystery, The intrinsic horniness of wound tending, Yearning 2: The Electric Boogaloo, [Podfic] 爱不释手; never let me go by argentumlupine, 爱不释手; never let me go [podfic] by esbielle)

You’d Break Your Heart to Make It Bigger by vesna (mrsronweasley) (E, 32k, WangXian, soulbonding, First Time, Case Fic if You Squint, Fools in Love, soul boning, soft fools in love, Pining while fucking)

Wearing Down Every Bone by CSHfic, VSfic (E, 30k, WangXian, Groundhog Day, Time Loop, Temporary Character Death, Hurt/Comfort, Post-Canon, Case Fic, Curses, Pining, Getting Together, Time Travel, Night Hunts, Hurt wwx, Mystery, Angst with a Happy Ending, Use Your Words, Mutual Pining, Depression and Unhealthy Coping Mechanisms, gratuitous use of empathy)

build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (M, 54k, WangXian, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, First Time, Getting Together, Confessions, Sharing a Bed, Hair Washing, Sentient Burial Mounds, Case Fic, Post-Canon, CQL Compliant, Hurt/Comfort, Whump, Light Angst, Flashbacks, mild body horror, foot   washing, Happy Ending, Non-Sexual Intimacy, …then sexual intimacy, [Podfic] build me no shrines by flamingwell)

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4. Do you have any Wangxian fics that discuss classism? Like any that are about/mention how often Wei Wuxian is treated because he's the 'son of a servant'.

🔒 Fine Men of High Rank by Deastar (E, 3k, WangXian, Xuanwu of Slaughter Cave, Class Issues, Cuddling, Hurt/Comfort)

made for each other by KouriArashi (T, 118k, JYL/NMJ, WangXian, JC/WQ, LXC/JGY, LXC & NMJ, NMJ & NHS, JC & JYL & WWX, Canon Divergence, Romance, Developing Relationship, Slow Build, Matchmaking, Mutual Pining, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Food as a Metaphor for Love, Sibling Bonding, Class Issues, first half is fluffy but then, Sunshot Campaign, Canon-Typical Violence, Child Abuse, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Protective Boyfriends, Happy Ending, Not Everyone Dies)

Chronicles of Sect Leader Wei Wuxian by Muggle_Diary (E, 115k, WangXian, JYL/JZX, JFM/YZY, CSSR/WCZ, MM/LXC, NMJ/QS, WQ/OC, OFC / OFC, JC / OFC, Sect Leader WWX, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Different First Meeting, Canon Divergence, Minor Character Death, First Time, First Kiss, Anal Sex, Sex Toys, Explicit Sexual Content, Sexual Tension, Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault, Rough Sex, Sexual Assault, Child Abuse, Child Death, War Hero WWX, Sunshot Campaign, No Golden Core Transfer, WWX Leaves the Yunmeng Jiang Sect, Cultivation Sect Politics, Original Character(s), Wen Remnants Live, Abusive YZY, Abusive Jiang Family, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, JC Bashing, YZY Bashing, JFM Bashing, Yunmeng Jiang Sect Bashing, JYL & JZX Live, Jiang Family Bashing)

🔒 in the shadow of moonlit flowers by Reverie (cl410) (T, 56k, wangxian, LXC/NMJ, Cloud Recesses, LWJ & NHS Friendship, Developing Relationship, POV LWJ, Minor Injuries, Autistic LWJ, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aka the Madam Yu warning, Genius WWX, Light Angst And Hurt/Comfort, WWX Protection Squad, Gusu Lan Sect, Slow Burn, Protective LWJ, LWJ-centric)

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5. Do you have any fics where Wei Wuxian is the drunk one? There are so many confessions where Lan Wangji is drunk, but I'm curious if there are any where Wei Wuxian is the one drunk.

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6. Hello!! for the next ITMF, are there any modern au fics where the cultivation world is a secret? sort of like in Lan Sizhui and the Whispers of the Lost by Vulpeculate

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7. Hello! Happy 2025! I'm here for the next In the mood for! I'm craving a really angsty scene of the twin jades... I just really need Lan Zhan laying it out on Lan Xichen after the truth is out, because I think Lan Xichen is more focused on the fact that he killed JGY and helped killing NMJ and not of the big part he played on everything that went on with WWX and the Wens and also how he betrayed LWJ. @lostandmessedup

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8. Itmf fics that explore the time when meng Yao hid lan xichen after he escaped cloud recesses. It feels like there should be more great fics about this but I haven’t found them. Especially for JGY/LXC falling in love and JGY making different choices!

walk away from the sun by KouriArashi (M, 107k, LXC/JGY, LXC & LWJ, WangXian, LWJ & JGY, LXC & NMJ, Canon Divergence, Angst, Family, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Developing Relationship, Grief/Mourning, Politics, supportive brothers, supportive husbands, Canon-Typical Violence, Lan Family Feels, Everybody Lives, Eventual Happy Ending)

and he sang about the stars by hauntme_then (M, 29k, WangXian, Brotherhood, Growing Up Together, Canon Compliant, Canon-Typical Violence, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Canonical Character Death) The MY hiding LZC part is part of a more in depth LZC POV fic, but it is a poignant and detailed part. I should also warn that the fic is dark and will not hit the last part of your request about different choices. But the LZC POV is very good and exploratory.

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9. Heyo are there any fics set in the untamed universe where Wei Wuxian comes back to lan when and the juniors and its just him and Lan Zhan having so much sexual and romantic tension? Like you could cut it with a twig, like super thick in the air and the juniors are just tired of it, so they decided to do something about it or Wangxian figure it out on their own? Please let me know, and I hope you have a nice day or night😁 @yasssbassss

A Dramatic Reading by pupeez4eva (Not Rated, 5k, WangXian, Humor, Post-Canon, Public Confessions, oblivious wangxian, The Juniors accidentally write Wangxian fanfiction on a cursed scroll, Everyone suffers the consquences, Getting Together)

Far Away You Are by cqlorphan (E, 17k, WangXian, Post-Canon, Getting Together, Misunderstandings, cleared up by juniors ensemble, Explicit Consent, Bottom LWJ. Top WWX, but i’m sure they switch about it, Multiple Orgasms, Fluff and Smut, with a little angst - as a treat)

Linger in the Sun by etymologyplayground (T, 39k, wangxian, JC & WWX, Case Fic, Intimacy, Curses, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Cuddling & Snuggling, Getting Together, Romance, Sexual Tension, Scent Kink, WWX Loves To Teach, wangxian are married, Fluff, nonsexual intimacy, Scars, Sharing a Bed, Nonverbal Communication, this is HEAVY on the symbolism, Translation in Russian) link in #3

tell some storm by qurbat (G, 31k, wangxian, JC & WWX, LSZ & WWX, NHS & WWX, Post-Canon, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, liberal amounts of outsider POV, the legend of wangxian, how to create a romance epic for dummies)

🔒 The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli (T, 19k, WangXian, In-Universe RPF, Romance Novel, LJY’s sense of justice, OYZZ’s sense of romance, Featuring a surprise appearance by WWX’s oft-absent sense of shame, Look the ducklings just want their sort-of dads to be happy okay?, And it’s not like WWX or LWJ are doing a good job of ensuring their own happiness, LJY rejects canon reality and substitutes his own, highly relatable actually, Post-Canon Fix-It, primarily drama-canon with cameos from novel-canon, The Absolutely True Story of the Yiling Patriarch: A Manifesto in Many Parts by aubreyli [Podfic] by Rhea314 (Rhea))

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10. Hello! I'm itmf any A) Wangxian fics that are funny, and b) good uncle lqr fics in post canon!

10A)

Once upon a moonlit night, in Gusu by naqaashi (E, 1k, WangXian, Fluff and Crack, Humor, Suffering LQR, LQR is So Done, JC is So Done, Outdoor Sex, Married WangXian, Established Relationship, Shameless Smut, Shameless WangXian, Post-Canon, LQR Metaphorically Qi-Deviates, Poor LQR, Gremlin WWX, Petty LWJ, WangXian Being Cringe, Public Display of Affection, Accidental Voyeurism) Just read this one last night and it was very funny, especially the second half. #prayforLQR

Important Distinctions by nagi_blue (T, 5k, Gen, Fluff and Crack, [Podfic] Important Distinctions by semperfiona_podfic (semperfiona)

Transcend by covalentbonds (Not Rated, 7k, WIP, WangXian, Post-Canon, Fluff and Humor, Smut, YLLZ WWX is prettiest fight me)

🔒 and in the spring i shed my skin by wvlfqveen (T, 11k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Professors, Shapeshifter LWJ, Not Quite Necromancer WWX, Mutual Pining, WWX being an oblivious idiot, Fluff, Love Confessions, yunmeng trio, Family Feels, get JC therapy 2020, Kissing)

are you my wisdom tooth? because i'd like to take you out by yellowcarnations (G, 3k, WangXian, Modern, Established Relationship, Fluff, Humor, this is like drunk LWJ but leveled up to the max, its not ooc if u blame it on the anaesthesia)

The Late Great Custody Debate by stiltonbasket (G, 9k, WangXian, LXC/NMJ, JYL/JZX, JYL & WWX & JC, Modern, Domestic Fluff, baby a-yuan, Single Parent WWX, LWJ is a confused rabbit owner, nielan are married, nhs is: xoxo gossip girl, Custody Arrangements, engagement fluff, Confused WWX, WWX voice: if i'm the one with the kid why are you suing ME for child support?, LWJ kills his own love life in the worst way, Happy Ending)

The Bunnies and The Roomba: A Love Story by Nikki373 (T, 6k, WangXian, Fluff, Humor, Idiots in Love, Getting Together, Happy Ending, Siblings, Siblings Try and Are Trying, Modern, College/University, ,It's kinda more grad school adjacent, 1 if by phone; 2 if by text; 3 if by mouth, Kisses, Romance, Falling In Love, LXC is the eternal captain of the good ship Wangxian)

Covered in Bees by ScarlettStorm (T, 8k, WangXian, Modern AU, Beekeeping AU, Meet-Cute, Comedy, Fluff, Bees, come for the flirting, stay for the bee facts, and the bee puns)

10B)

No Strings Attached by stiltonbasket (G, 3k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, NieLan, Canon DivergenceFix-It, LQR is a good uncle, wwx is much smarter than he looks, and by that I mean he's a genius, Smitten LWJ, Golden Core Reveal) Chef's kiss.

🔒❤️ Joy In the Midst of These Things Series by Glitterbombshell (T/G, 53k, WangXian, Angst with Happy Ending, Post-Canon, Teacher WWX, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Fluff)

Seasons of Falling Flowers by merakily (G, 40k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Character Study, Introspection, In-Laws, Golden Core, Emotional Baggage, Family Bonding, Protective LWJ, Good Parent LQR, LQR has feelings, LQR & WWX become friends)

someone like you by Basingstoke (G, <1k, wangxian, Future Fic, Cloud Recesses, Teacher WWX)

Overwhelming Enthusiasm by Shadaras (M, 1k, LQR & WWX, LQR & LWJ, WangXian, POV Outsider, Aftermath of Violence, Coitus Interruptus, Good Uncle LQR, Nerd WWX, Family Feels)

Menace by MnemonicMadness (T, 7k, LQR & WWX WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Hurt WWX, BAMF WWX, Downplaying an Injury, awkward comforter LQR, reluctant matchmaker LQR, Humor, Pining WWX, Good Uncle LQR, Self-Sacrificing WWX, POV LQR, LQR is stressed, And also secretly a softie, Post-Canon)

Inconceivable by merakily (G, 3k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, post-canon, fluff, humor, in-laws, chief cultivator LWJ)

🔒 Five Shades of Home by DrPanda99 (G, 13k, wangxian, post-canon, Chinese New Year, grief/mourning, hurt/comfort, introspection, homecoming, domesticity, JC & WWX reconciliation, good uncle LQR, dumblings)

Deeper Seasons by piecrust (G, 8k, LQR & WWX, WangXian)

I'm Sorry & Thank You by Iamnotawriter (T, 12k, WangXian, LQR & WWX, Canon Compliant, Post-Canon, Golden Core, Canon-Typical Violence, lqr's epipheny, Angst with a Happy Ending)

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11. Itmf fics which make your heart full just by reading how good of a book it is, like exceptional plot and writing with minimum or explainable ooc-ness, above 100k, for ex: Dispersing Clouds , and Twelve Moons And A Fortnight. Theres more but I don't remember. @jaywuji

The Shade of Old Trees by Kryal (T, 363k, WangXian, History, Canon Divergence, Modern, Slow Burn, Worldbuilding, Slow Life, Action/Adventure, Magic Returns, BAMF WWX) the author even explains all their worldbuilding and character choices

Bitter Plants Bearing Sweet Fruit by Kryal (M, 83k, wangxian, graphic depictions of violence, canon-typical horror elements, Worldbuilding, Desert, Misuse of Historic Setting, Original Character Death(s), Case Fic, aftermath of canon, ridiculously long author notes, Established Relationship, Nothing Explicit But Shameless Innuendo) link in #3

We Meet at the Thousandth Step by Admiranda, Rynne (T, 316k, WangXian, CSSR/WCZ, Canon Divergence, No Sunshot Campaign, CSSR & WCZ Live, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Different First Meeting, Night Hunts, Genius WWX, Inventor WWX, Plot, Romance, Drama, Fluff, Strangers to married, Unresolved Sexual Tension, Unresolved Romantic Tension, Everyone Lives, Developing Relationship, Minor Violence, Case Fic, Mystery, Flirting, WWX’s Canon-Typical Flower Flirting, Arson, There Was Only One Bed, Getting Together, First Kiss, Meeting the Parents, Resolved Sexual Tension, Resolved Romantic Tension, WWX Is a Good Big Brother, New Relationship Bliss, Chinese Mythology & Folklore, Blood and Injury, Yiling siblings, Married WangXian, Honeymoon, Wangxian’s Baby Fever)

🔒 Building it back, stone by stone and seal by seal by KizuKatana (M, 134k, WangXian, WWX & Wen Remnants, WWX & Wen Siblings, canon-divergent, post cultivation war, nobody won, WWX starts out alone as a fugitive lone cultivator, then finds a home, then finds a family, not a reincarnation fic, just alternate reality where not everyone who was in original canon existed during the war, starting the cultivation world over from scratch, Found Family, Comfort fic, carving out a new safe home, First Time)

Birthday Party by waffles_4_breakfast (E, 102k, WangXian, Graphic Depictions of Violence, Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Angst, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Sharing a Bed, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Getting Together, Mutual Pining, Canon-Typical Violence, Pining, Slow Burn, Poison, Torture, Requited Unrequited Love, First Time, Anal Sex, Anal Fingering, Rough Sex, Oral Sex, Come as Lube, Bondage, Dom/sub Undertones, Spit As Lube, Rimming, Consensual Non-Consent, Safe Sane and Consensual, Additional Warnings In Author’s Note)

🔒 and having a marvelous time by varnes (E, 108k, WangXian, Yúnmèng Siblings, Sound of Music AU, (i know!!! i know. stay with me on this.), Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Family Feels, spies to lovers???, Protective Siblings, Sometimes You Just Want Your Dads To Admit They’re Your Dads, Angst with a Happy Ending)

A Life Without Regrets by naqaashi (M, 163k, WangXian, JFM & WWX, JC & WWX, WRH & WWX, LXC & LWJ, LQR & LWJ, LWJ & NHS, Canon Divergence, Time Travel Fix-It, Angst and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Fluff, Hurt/Comfort, Crack Treated Seriously, Slow Burn, Mutual Pining, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Murder Husbands, PTSD, BAMF WWX, Cultivation Sect Politics, Genius WWX, Cultivation Theory, Sentient Burial Mounds, Dysfunctional Family, Grief/Mourning, Angry WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, BAMF LWJ, Angry LWJ, One-Braincell WangXian, Idiots in Love, Requited Love, Requited Unrequited Love, Soft WangXian, Married WangXian, Soulmates, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Immortal WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, Not Yunmeng Jiang friendly, not gusu lan friendly, Immortal LWJ)

A Narrow Bridge by FrameofMind, Jo Lasalle (Jo_Lasalle) (E, 700k, WangXian, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, Slow Burn, Getting Together, First Time, Pining while fucking, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Angst with a Happy Ending, CQL Verse, almost everybody lives/almost nobody dies, epistolary-ish, canon-ish side pairings, radishes)

Just go forward like you mean it by tawaen (M, 101k, WangXian, WWX & WN &WQ, WWX & JYL, NHS & WWX, Canon Divergence, WWx does not attend the Wen indoctrination, WWX saves Lotus Pier, Inventor WWX, No Golden Core Transfer, Sect Leader JYL, JC Has No Golden Core, Bad Parents JFM & YZY, Not JC Friendly, but he gets a happier ending than canon so don’t look here for bashing)

A Thousand Things by tickertape (M, 108k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, WWX Isn’t Adopted by the Jiāngs, Developing Friendships, lots of OCs, miscommunication and misunderstandings (they’re idiots your honor), Nightmares, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks, Cloud Recesses Shenanigans, Slow Burn)

Love Song In Reverse by timetoboldlygo (T, 237k, WangXian, Amnesia, Canon Divergence, Angst with a Happy Ending, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Non-Sexual Intimacy, Falling In Love, Slow Burn, agressively mixing and matching novel and cql canon, No Homophobia, Mentions of Starvation, Parental WWX)

the problem with authority by isabilightwood (M, 139k, wangxian, qingli, Canon Divergence, Sacrifice Summon, slightly dark!JYL, wq lives because i said so, Angst with a Happy Ending, Chronic Pain, Mild Sexual Content, Top/Bottom Versatile | Switch WangXian, manipulative relationship (background xiyao))

🔒 Cultivating immortality by KizuKatana (E, 231k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Mutual Pining, BAMF WWX, BAMF LWJ, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, unreliable narrator, Found Family, First Time, novel canon relationship dynamics) Besides Madam Yu being a bit more comically evil than in cannon, I feel Wangxian were pretty in character for the cannon divergence and afterwards.

🧡 Stunted, Starving Juvenility by TomatenMark (E, 887k, WangXian, WIP, Cloud Recesses Study Arc, Getting Together, Supportive LQR, Hurt/Comfort, Fix-It of Sorts, Supportive LXC, Canon Divergence, Inventor WWX, Possessive LWJ, Cultivation Sect Politics, Pre-Sunshot Campaign, Fluff and Smut, Burning of the Cloud Recesses, Fall of Lotus Pier, Angst, Sunshot Campaign, Not JFM Friendly, split into parts, Part 1 complete, Part 2 complete, Original Character(s)) They start off pretty in character and any deviations are pretty well explained by the situation, or can be completely interpreted as a consequence of shown off screen actions. Like I’ve read most all of this fic, and for a while now I’ve gotten the feeling wangxian wasn’t the only one affected by LQR’s rifling through the Lan’s “possibly dangerous artifacts room”. But the author’s actually really good at keeping the characters 1 feeling like human beings and 2 capturing the original feeling of the characters even when the au goes in a wildly different direction than cannon does.

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12. Hello and happy New Year!! I've been following this page since it's infancy but I've never asked before, and decided to finally give it a shot. (Hopefully I'm doing it right.) :D

I was hoping you could recommend fics.

A) Any fics where WWX raises LSZ from being a baby and they have a deep connection with each other. Best if WWX doesn't die or have to leave. Similar to their relationship in "Edge of Night" by Hobbsy3. (Doesn't have to be Single Dad WWX)

B) Also, looking for any fic where WWX goes crazy. Similarly to the fic where LWJ dies and WWX goes mad trying to revive him, he does and eventually the fic ends with both of them passing at Cloud Recesses. (Unfortunately, I can't remember the name of the fic.)

Thank you so much for all your hard work in continuing this blog after Miss Mojo's retirement. (⁠人⁠*⁠´⁠∀⁠｀⁠)⁠｡⁠*ﾟ⁠+

12A)

🔒❤️ kick at the darkness ‘til it bleeds daylight by AlfAlfAlfAlfAlf, tardigradeschool (T, 75k, WangXian, Hurt/Comfort, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Eventual Happy Ending, Getting Together, Burial Mounds Settlement Days, Inspired by The Parent Trap (1998), Kid Fic, teen shenanigans, two a-yuans, Fluff and Angst)

it’s a long road but we’re not alone by Stratisphyre (M, 61k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Somebody Lives/Not Everyone Dies, Parenthood, Grief/Mourning, Family Feels, Reunions, Golden Core Reveal, Getting Together)

🔒 how to make your dad fall in love with your high school teacher in five steps; the complete and bulletproof guide by ravenditefairylights (T, 90k, wangxian, modern, coffee shop au, nonbinary LSZ, hurt/comfort, trauma, past abuse, past domestic violence, healing, hurt WWX, found family, hospitalization, therapy, single parent WWX, pining, teacher LWJ, unreliable narrator, chronic pain, queer platonic relationship, genderfluid WWX, autistic LWJ, fluff & angst)

my little love by mellowflicker (T, 54k, WangXian, Modern AU, Single Parent WWX, kindergarten teacher!lwj, Kid Fic, Hurt/Comfort, Domestic Fluff, Pining)

Picture Perfect by manaika (M, 22k, WangXian, WWX/Other(s), Past Relationship(s), Widower WWX, Grief/Mourning, Getting Together, Families of Choice, Family Feels, Stepfather WWX, WWX is the father who stepped up, LSZ is a Wei, Single Parent WWX, Asexual Character, Aromantic Relationship, Platonic Life Partners, it's all in the past and only mentioned/discussed when relevant, Sex-Favorable Asexual WWX, Romance, Hurt/Comfort, Modern, Past Character Death, Food Intake Related Medical Issue (not what you think))

And They Were Quarantined by thunderwear (E, 3zun, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, NHS & LWJ, quarantine fic, Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, LXC is a total slut for his roommates and he isn't even trying to hide it, Eventual Smut, Mutual Pining, Sexual Tension, Getting Together, Single Dad WWX, Long-Distance Relationship, kind of??, Fluff, almost no angst, Happy Ending, First Time, Phone Sex, switching POV, Domestic Fluff, Rabbits, little a-yuan is the best, Anxiety Attacks, Touch-Starved, LWJ gets his hug!, And Then Some ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡° ), a-yuan is best boy, A-Yuan is an agent of chaos and everyone thinks its cute, And they're right …but not for long?, NHS should never be trusted alone with kids)

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13. Hi again, you wonderful people, you! Thank you so much for all your hard work! ITMF post-canon fics where for some reason WWX has to perform Empathy in LWJ, and for the first time he sees the suffering LWJ went through in the 13/16 missing years. Bonus points if it causes him a ton of angst. @thegertie

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14. Hi, ITMF for:

A) fics where Wei Wuxian uses other weapons apart from the sword or flute (not once off either, at least using the other weapon 2 or 3 times)

B) fics where Wei Wuxian has an animal companion, preferably crows/ravens but other animal will do as long as they are prevalent

Thank you mods and community for the hard work!! Have a lovely day <3 @nyankokoko

14B)

Your love gives me Wings by SaiaiSaiko (M, 27k, WangXian, WWX Lives, MXY Lives, Winx Club Fusion, Enchantix Form, Sirenix From Winx Club, Believix From Winx Club, fairy WWX, Witch WWX, Curses, bad health, Bad Health through Curses, Spiritual Tools are Pixies, Accelerated Aging, older looking WWX, Fairy NHS, BAMF WWX, BAMF NHS, WWX in WWX's Body, JZX Lives, NMJ Lives, JYL Lives, The following tags contain spoilers, Evil JGS, Trans MXY, Self-Discovery, Misgendering, Victim JGY, Curse Breaking) is a winx club fuion where Wei Wuxian does have his fairy animal

Tamer of Darkness and Ghosts by SaiaiSaiko (T, 16k, WangXian, WIP, Pokemon Fusion, Older WWX, Younger LWJ, Older LXC, Basically everyone is older but LWJ & NHS, Younger NHS, BAMF WWX, The Wen's live, YLLZ WWX, Burial Mounds Settlement Days) ok 14 is shameles self promotion and wierd, so take it or leave it but Tamer of Darkness and Ghost is a full on Pokemon fusion WIP

🔒 A Heart Undying by NonsensicalRambling (M, 114k, WangXian, Undead WWX, Canon-Typical Violence, canon-typical dead things the burial mounds, Fix-It of Sorts, Canon Divergence, Eventual WangXian, No Yīn Tiger Seal, Morally Gray WWX, Animals Eating People, WWX’s questionable choices, Morally conflicted LWJ, Oblivious WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei, YLLZ WWX, Sect Leader WWX, LWJ & WQ have an Understanding)

Run Off The World by Sapphire_Roses (M, 336k, wangxian, XuanLi, SongXiao, WIP, Not Everyone Dies AU, Canon Divergence, Wen Remnants Live, Flashbacks, YLLZ WWX, WWX Creates a Sect | Yiling Wei Sect, Sect Leader WWX, Married WangXian, OCs, POV Outsider, Morally Grey Characters, (Do Take That Tag Seriously), Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Family Feels, Developing Friendships, Fluff, Attempt at Humor, Yunmeng Siblings Feels, Gusu Siblings Feels, Sibling Bonding, Pining, Character Study, Tenderness, Mild Smut, POV Alternating, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, Minor Character Death)

Odd Geometry by maziodyne (M, 116k, WIP, WangXian, ChengSang, XuanLi, QingLi, background NieLan, AU - WWX does not grow up in Lotus Pier, WWX Isn't Adopted by the Jiangs, Elemental Magic Healer!WWX, Sunshot Campaign, Post-Sunshot Campaign, Slow Burn, letter writing, romance, flirting at inopportune times, Crows, Familiars, Homoeroticism, epic divorce incoming, triple agent wq, lockpicking, communication (but does it change anything?))

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15. hi! ITMF some fics in which WWX has a medical problem that impacts him a lot. Can be modern or canon. @nao13th

Lay my body down by tawaen (M, 48k, WWX & WQ, WWX & WN, wangxian, WWX & JYL, Canon Divergence, Time Travel, Rogue Cultivator WWX, Eventual WangXian, No Golden Core Transfer, Not Cultivation World Friendly, Canon-Typical Violence, Not JC Friendly, What if WWX saw the first siege of the burial mounds and said Nope to the war, OCs, OC point-of-view for one chapter for plot reasons)

The River Brought You Here by ChilianXianzi (Not Rated, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, POV Outsider, Amnesia, not JC friendly, Past abuse, Strangulation, Found Family)

And They Have Escaped The Weight of Darkness by cosmicmilktea (T, 10k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Amnesia, Screw the Cultivation world tbh, The Lan precepts deserves better, Angst and Hurt/Comfort, Social justice boyfriends wangxian, Happy Ending)

Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Single Parent LWJ, when you just want disability-led sword lessons for your child, swordflight instructor!wwx, swordflight instructor!lwj, Fluff, give lwj friends agenda, Protective LWJ, Getting Together, Intercrural Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Implied off-screen D/s negotiations)

misunderstood ‘verse by sysrae (M, 7k, WangXian, Modern, College/University, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, getting hit by cars, Past Child Abuse, Friends to Lovers, Abusive YZY, Caring LWJ, Injured WWX, partial hearing loss, the real OTP is everyone x therapy)

🔒 some things go forward by everythingispoetry (T, 73k, WangXian, Modern AU, Hospitals, Teenage Drama, Slow Burn, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff, Happy Ending)

Come Around and Stay by trippednfell (M, 160k, WangXian, NieLan, Slow Burn, Kid Fic, Found Family, Modern AU, It Gets Worse Before It Gets Better, PTSD, Blood and Injury, Dissociation, Angst with a Happy Ending, Musicals, POV Alternating, Baking, Yunmeng reconciliation (eventually), Friend Zoning, Literal Sleeping Together, Hurt/Comfort, Panic Attacks)

Like a Water-Worn Stone by meyari (T, 41k, wangxian, major character death, Hurt/Comfort, very little hurt, lots of comfort, Chronic Illness, Serious Injuries, Self-Medication, Disability, PTSD, Depression, Self-Worth Issues, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, aftermath of war, Aftermath of Violence, Prisoner of War, Identity Issues, Warning: Jīn Guāngshàn, enslavement (discussion of), abuse (discussion of), actually very fluffy despite the warnings)

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16. heyo, are there any fics where its like modern or something and Wei Wuxian is dating Lan When but has trouble communicating with Lan When because every time he does something, he feels like he messes up but lan Zhan just loves him no matter what? Please let me know, please and thank you😁 @yasssbassss

Wei Ying and Lan Zhan are not dating in all of these but I think they have the communication issues you're describing: The Mistletoe Virgin by Vamillepudding (G, 12k, WangXian, Modern AU, Romantic Comedy, Friends to Lovers, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Deaf LWJ)

Not Just Netflix and Chill (Or Lan Zhan’s Lack of Grasp of Euphemisms) by misscam (M, 4k, WangXian, Modern, Getting Together, Humor, Romance)

Grace and a tender hand by feyburner (T, 4k, WangXian, Modern, First Date, Sickfic, Hurt/Comfort, Misunderstandings, Fluff)

🔒 California Here We Come (Right Back Where We Started From) by LizzyPanic (M, 23k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, Getting Together, Misunderstandings, Communication, Breaking Up & Making Up, Miscommunication, Pining, Modern , America, Break Up, Insecurity)

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17. Haloo!! I read accross the street to another life like a month ago and i can't get over it 😭😭 Could you pls recommend a fic similiar?? Thanks in advance!!! @for13years-i-play-inquiry-foryou

Mask by BurningTea (M, 30k, WangXian, Rape/Non-Con, Non con tag refers to activity between WWX and LWJ which WWX believes to be consensual, Bottom LWJ, War Prize LWJ, YLLZ WWX, Canon Divergence, dubcon) Lan Zhan is captured and controlled by the Wens, similar to Across the street to another life. Please mind the tags on Mask, though.

Turn Left by kianspo (M, 204k, WangXian, LXC & LWJ, LWJ & XXC, LXC/NMJ, Canon Divergence, Fix-It of Sorts, Friends to Loverse, ventually, references to child sexual abuse, not main characters, Canon-Typical Violence, Neurodivergent LWJ, LXC is the best brother, Slow Build, Lan Family Feel, Twin Jades of Lan Feels, LWJ-centric, Twin Jades of Lan Dynamics, basically a lot of twin jades in a wangxian fic, Not Everyone Dies, Angst with a Happy Ending, they switch your honor) It's similar to Across the street to a different life in that Lan Zhan is kidnapped at a young age and leads a very different life from what is expected.

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[pepsdraw]

6k followers here so ig I can use this one in here too tysm!

[offbrandkyoya]

Hi! I found out about your Scaramouche smau a few days ago and I love it really much it’s a masterpiece <3 Idk if you would take requests about, if you do I thought it’d be cute to think that they have 2 sons that one is just like Scara and the other one is like Y/N, how the couple would deal with them🫶

It Takes Two! - Scaramouche (genshin)

continuation of the smau where you and scaramouche have kids now! what can go wrong???

contents: angst (sorry), smau pt2 but also it’s not a smau but it’s part of the smau, children being children, (M/D) is like mommy or daddy whatever u perfer gang, my notes app lagged sm as I wrote this, hot dilf, albedo mention, proofread to an extent, happy ending, GIVE SCARAMOUCHE A CHILD.

word count: like..6k……….

a/n: FINALLY it’s OVER 😭😭😭😭😭😭 I just had sm ideas for this and idek if it turned out well 💔 so if it feels rushed at the end I’m sorry……..it does make me happy that ppl love this smau so much because I rlly liked scarayn’s relationship. tbh fun fact: there WAS gonna be a timeskip where they end up having kids but idk I didn’t know if anyone would want that. enough yapping TYSM and again sorry this took like centuries.

It’s crazy to think that people are right about kids turning out exactly like their parents.

‘It’s part of the genetics.’ Aether told you once. You didn’t believe it entirely. You understood when it came to looks, but personality? No way! You found that incredibly silly. Scaramouche didn’t believe it either. He thought it was dumb and that it’s all in people’s heads.

That’s until you two had your own.

You have two boys, Sora and Ren. Sora is the oldest, 4 years old, while Ren is the youngest, 3 years old. Sora is a lot like you; it is insane. He’s quite bold and boisterous. He even inherited your interest in painting. He loves painting the walls despite you and Scaramouche scolding him about it. Sora is completely optimistic, but your favorite characteristic about him is that he follows his dad around the house like a duckling.

Ren, on the other hand, is a lot like Scaramouche. Quiet and socially awkward. He’s pretty moody at times too and doesn’t like being told what to do. When Ren was born, he had a huge attachment towards you and hated whenever Scaramouche would hold him. Honestly, he hates it now and prefers you over him any day.

What’s funny is he looks like his dad. The boys both do, but Sora inherited more of your facial features.

You love them, but there are times when they’re a bit difficult to handle.

Sora had his first field trip at school. He was so excited, yapping about it to his dad as they drove home. When they arrive, he runs straight to you, showing off the slip. You took the paper and read the contents on it. “A trip to the zoo? Sounds fun!” “It is fun!” He says, “Can I go?”

You smile with a giggle. “Of course you can go.” “Yay!” Scaramouche stands next to you, glancing over to read the paper. “Can you come too?” Sora asks innocently. “Hmm…” You look at your husband. “I don’t see the problem with it.” Scaramouche hums, “You’re not going to be missing much at home.” You looked back at your son. “I’ll go.” Sora jumps up and down ecstatically. “Yay! Yay! Yay!”

You both smiled at your son’s excitement until Ren began to shout, “I want to go too!” Sora shakes his head. “You can’t!” “Why?!” “Because you’re not in kindergarten.” He states matter-of-factly. Ren puffs up his cheeks. “That’s not fair!” He started tearing up, and you quickly scooped him in your arms to calm him down.

“It’s okay, Ren. You and Daddy can have fun while we’re gone.” Ren stares at you unimpressed before he hides his face in your shirt, wiping his tears away. You sigh and pat his back. “Sora, don’t be mean to your brother.” Scaramouche says, and Sora gasps, “I wasn’t!”

After Ren calmed down, you all began to eat dinner, and the focus on the trip completely changed to something else.

As the boys were getting ready for bed, Sora hands you the slip. “Sign it so I can be the first to turn it in!” You laughed, “Okay.” You kiss his forehead. “Goodnight.” “Goodnight.” You walk to the other side where Ren slept, and you can tell he’s still upset about what happened.

You sit down on the edge, moving his bangs away. “It’s okay.” You tell him, but he doesn’t say anything. You kiss his forehead. “You can have more fun while we’re gone.” “But I want to be with you.” “Don’t you like Daddy?” He nods slowly. “He’s no fun, though.” You snort before clearing your throat. “He can be. Just ask him what you want, and he’ll say yes.”

“Are you sure?” He asks in disbelief. “I’m sure. I’m always right!” You exclaim, and he laughs a little. “Okay, time for bed. Goodnight, Ren.” “Goodnight.”

You turn on the nightlight and head out to your room. Once you enter, Scaramouche is already there dozing off. You chuckle before crawling right next to him. “Hey, sleepyhead.” He raises a brow before opening his eyes to you. “You took your time.” “Oh, shut up.” He shifts his body to face you, rests his head on your shoulder, and watches you sign the permission slip.

“What will you guys do when we’re gone?” You ask him, and he shrugs. “Maybe go get ice cream or something.” “Wow, dad of the year.” “Shut up!” Scaramouche sighs, “He doesn’t like anything I do. He practically hates me.” “Hey,” You put the paper down on your nightstand and turn your whole body towards him. “Don’t say that; he likes you.” Scaramouche sits up. “I don’t know.” “He does.” You place a hand on his arm.

“What makes you think he hates you?” “Maybe because he clings onto you almost every day? When I pick him up from daycare, he never wants to talk to me.” You frowned, “Scara, you should try.” “I do try! He’s not like Sora! Sora can handle a conversation easily, but Ren…Ren will just look at me like I’m stupid.”

Scaramouche suddenly looks down, gripping his hands tightly. “Ren is a lot like me, and I don’t want him to grow up like how I did… I want him to turn out perfect.” You cup his face, forcing him to look at you. “Ren is perfect, just the way he is. I know you’re scared, but we’re in this together. You’re…you’re not like your mom, remember that.” Scaramouche blushes and nods.

You kiss him before letting go. “Let’s get some rest, okay?” “Okay.”

After a few weeks, it was time for Sora's field trip.

“Hurry up, M/D!!! We’re going to be late!” Sora shouts, jumping up and down by the door. You roll your eyes playfully, “It’s okay, baby. We’re not going to be late, I promise.” He huffs in response.

Scaramouche carries Ren as they stand by the door next to Sora. “You got everything?” Your husband asks, and you nod. “Sora, be good.” He tells him, and Sora nods, “I will!” Scaramouche smiles and kneels down to kiss his forehead. He gets back up and kisses you. “Be careful.” You smiled, “I will.” You turn to Ren and kiss his cheek. “Have fun and be good at daycare.”

Ren nods, nuzzling his dad’s neck. You and Sora say more goodbyes before exiting the house and getting in the car to head to school. Now, it was just Scaramouche and Ren.

“Okay, it’s time for you to get ready for daycare.” Scaramouche tells his son, but he didn’t give a response and simply stared at him. Scaramouche sighs a little before heading to his bedroom.

You and Sora successfully made it, and it made you so happy seeing your son excited for the trip. After the teacher talked to the class and chaperones, you all headed inside the bus, and Sora sat with you.

However, you couldn’t help but worry about your husband and baby being alone for the day. You suck it up, though, because Scaramouche is a good dad! He will be just fine! You hope. You sigh, staring at your phone. Sora, who was staring out the window, tugs on your sleeve rapidly. “M/D, look!” He taps on the glass, and you grab his hand to stop it.

“Sora, don’t do that.” He pouts, crossing his arms. You ruffle his hair. “What was it that you wanted to show me?” “Nothing.” Your brows furrowed, “Surely, it was something.” “It was nothing!” He screeched before looking the other way. You huff and then smirk. “Well…okay…” You begin, turning the other way with a solemn expression. “I’m sure Daddy and Ren would’ve loved to know what you saw…”

From the corner of your eye, you see him stiffen up. You snort before clearing your throat to continue with a sigh. “A shame, really…and here I thought they’d like to know your adventures.” Sora quickly turns to you and clutches onto your arms. “No! I want to tell Daddy and Ren everything I see!!” You laugh as he shakes you after every word he says.

“Alright, alright.” You squish his face before combing his hair. “No more tantrums.” He pouts, and you place a kiss on his forehead. “You can get in trouble tapping the windows like that.” Sora continues to pout, but he nods in understanding. “I don’t want to get in trouble…” “You won’t be if you continue. Can you promise me you’ll be on your best behavior?” He nods, which makes you nod too.

“Good boy.” You pull him in a tight hug, and he laughs. “M/D, you’re squeezing me!!!!!!” “I can’t help it! I just love you so much!” You continue to hug him as he squirms under your hold. You love moments like these.

You just wish Scaramouche was here to see it.

Speaking of…

Scaramouche lounged on the sofa, watching TV. It’s been hours since you and your son left, along with dropping off Ren at daycare. He feels bored and a little bit lonely. Who is he kidding? He misses his family a lot. You won’t return till the end of the day. When the boys are at school, you two get to spend some quality time together, be it cuddling in bed, cooking, watching movies, or even other things a bit more intense.

Scaramouche squished his red face. “I miss them…” He whispered to seemingly no one. He glances at the clock and realizes it was time to pick up Ren from daycare.

Scaramouche gets up, turns off the TV, gathers his keys, and heads right out the door. Entering the car, he thinks of things to do with Ren while they wait for you and Sora.

He tries to think about what Aether does with his own child, but he doesn’t want to seem like a copycat. Sighing, Scaramouche continues to ponder what fun events to do.

When arriving, he can see his son standing by the teacher with quite a sad expression. His heart aches, and Scaramouche just wants to get him out of there. Scaramouche gets out, and once he walks closer, Ren runs right to him, hugging his right leg for dear life.

“Ren? What’s wrong?” Scaramouche rubs the top of his head as a source of comfort for the boy. Then, the teacher walks up to him. “Scaramouche, there is something I’d like to speak with you about.” “I’m sorry?”

She smiles softly, “It’s about Ren. It’s nothing bad, I promise you! I’d like it if we discussed it in private.” Upon hearing those words, Ren shakes his head rapidly, refusing to let go of his father. The teacher takes notice of this and then clears her throat. “Ren, dear, you’re not in trouble. You don’t need to be afraid.”

Ren didn’t care; he didn’t bother to look at the woman. Scaramouche looks at him, then at her. “We can discuss it here.” “Are you sure?” “Well, if it’s so important, you can say it here. Like you said, my son isn’t in trouble.” “Ah, well…” Scaramouche glares at her, and she stiffens a little.

“Okay, it’s just, I’m worried that Ren is a little behind.” Scaramouche blinks in surprise. “Behind?” “Yes, he isn’t quite open to the other kids his age, and he rarely speaks. He also never wants to do activities, and it’s gotten worse today. I worry that he’ll be alone as he gets older.”

Scaramouche scrunched his nose. “Wait, what do you mean it got worse?” She takes in a breath. “Well, he caused a scene. Another kid wanted to play with him, but he got upset, started crying hysterically, and shoved the poor boy. I tried to calm him down, but he wasn’t cooperative.”

Scaramouche looks down at his son. “Ren.” The boy didn’t look at him. “He began throwing stuff, and…he wouldn’t stop crying until I moved him somewhere else where he could be by himself…” Scaramouche sighs, “Ren, look at me.” He doesn’t and just buried his face even more. Scaramouche looks back at the woman and bows a little. “I’m sorry about his behavior. I’ll talk to him.” “Thank you.”

There was no denying that the car ride was eerily silent.

When they arrived home, Ren ran straight to his room. “Ren!” Scaramouche calls out. He follows right after and enters the child’s room, seeing him curled up in a ball under his blanket.

“Ren.” Scaramouche sits on the edge of the bed, shaking him a little. “Ren, you shouldn’t have done that.” He tells him. “It’s not right to throw things or hit people.” Ren still doesn’t respond, which upsets Scaramouche a little. “Ren, you can’t act like that; that’s not right. You need to be good and give the teacher an easy time. You have to listen to her and do what she says.”

Scaramouche still wasn’t getting a response. With furrowed brows he asks, “Are you even listening? You need to be polite and respectful. Your brother didn’t act like that when he went. M/D would be upset if they were here.” Suddenly, Ren pops his head out, tears were streaming down his face, and he screams. “YOU’RE NOT M/D!!!!”

Scaramouche looks at him in shock. “I WANT M/D!!” Ren screams again, choking on his sobs. Scaramouche tries to calm him down by reaching out, but Ren turns away. “When’s M/D coming home?” He whimpers. “I want M/D.” He cries and cries. “I WANT M/D, NOT YOU!!”

Then, something snapped in Scaramouche. “They’re not coming till later, remember? You’re stuck with me whether you like it or not! You don’t want to listen? Fine! But I’m still telling them what you did!” Ren hides away again, infuriating Scaramouche even more. “Ren! Don’t hide from me!” Ren’s cries turned into hysteric screams, so Scaramouche stands up and heads to the door.

“Continue to act like that! You’re only embarrassing yourself! All you needed to do was apologize, and that was it!” “I HATE YOU!” Ren screams, and his grip on the doorknob tightens. “Keep crying. Maybe M/D will come back faster.” Then, he exits, slamming the door shut in the process.

Scaramouche leans back, his head dropped down. ‘Why did I say that?’ He asks himself. ‘Why did I do that? Why? Why? Why?’

Scaramouche slowly walks to his bedroom, sits on the edge, and continues to stare down at the floor. His son was crying, and all he did was scold him. He’s just a boy; he didn’t need all of that harshness. Scaramouche’s eyes water, and he covers his face.

“I wish Y/N were here…”

The field trip was going great.

You took so many pictures of your adorable son and his group. The zoo is such a common place, but Sora was still mesmerized by everything.

You all reunited for lunchtime, and you sat with your groups. The tables were long, so another group along with a parent sat with you all across. You listened to Sora chat with his friends while eating. You sent a text to your husband that things were going well and went back to eating.

You noticed that you had finished your juice box before your sandwich and decided to get some more from the teacher, who had supplied extra snacks just in case. You stood up and turned to Sora. “I’m getting more juice; want some?” He nods excitedly, “Yes!”

You giggle and go to the teacher to kindly ask for more refreshments. She nodded, saying, “Oh, of course!” She hands you the juice boxes, and you gladly thank her. Suddenly, you hear a loud, “NO!” Almost everyone in the class turned to the direction the noise came from.

It turns out it was your table.

You rush over and see one of the kids in tears with his mother hugging him tight. “What’s going on?” You ask, standing next to your own son. You noticed that the mother was glaring at your kid before looking at you. “Your son here can’t keep his hands to himself!” “What?” Sora immediately looks at you. “He started it first!”

The mom shakes her head. “You need to teach him some discipline! He hit my kid!!” You frowned and crossed your arms. “Sora, how could you?” Sora tears up too. “I told you, he did it first!” “Excuses!” She screams. “My son didn’t raise a finger at him at all!!” The teacher comes over and tries to calm the situation down before it escalates.

In the end, Sora had to apologize, and you did as well.

“Sora,” You spoke firmly. He didn’t look at you. It’s clear he was upset that you didn’t take his side. Before you could say anything else, it was time for the groups to go on their last stroll before leaving.

Your group went far from where the other boys were since the teacher thought it’d be best.

You watched your kids observe the giraffes with a guide explaining some facts about them. You decided to take a quick step back to call Scaramouche. He hasn’t responded, so you were quite worried. So, you called him, awaiting his response. He picked it up, and you let out a sigh of relief. “Scara! Hi honey, I just wanted to check on you! How are my favorite boys doing?”

There was silence. “Scara? Is everything okay?” “No.” The way he responded made your heart break. He sounded so defeated. “Babe, what’s wrong?” “Ren did something at daycare today.” “Oh, what did he do?” “He threw a tantrum.”

You raised a brow. “Well, he is a kid. It’s quite normal. There’s no need to stress about it!” “No.” “No?” You tilt your head. “The teacher told me he was throwing things and he wouldn’t stop crying. She said he’s never cooperative and always alone. He doesn’t want to be with the other kids. He doesn’t even talk!”

You frowned, “Scara-“ “So she told me to talk to him about it, and I tried! I tried to, but he kept shutting me out! He hid from me and started crying so hard, and he wouldn’t even talk to me!” You decided to let him continue venting out his frustrations. “He kept crying and crying, and I tried talking to him, but he wasn’t responding, and it was pissing me off! After all that, he told me he didn’t even want me, that he wants you. He kept asking for you and didn’t care about the shit I had to say! He didn’t even care that I was there instead of you! And…”

Scaramouche started to quiet down. “And…?” You repeat. “Yn, I yelled at him. I…I can’t believe I did that. All I did was make things worse.” You can hear the slight crack in his voice. “I’m so bad at this parent thing compared to you. Ren doesn’t like me because I’m so angry and dry all the time. I’m not gentle at all. I’m not even patient either!”

You furrow your brows. “Hey, don’t say that. Scara, raising a kid is stressful.” “But you make it so easy. My mom never wanted me, so it makes sense why my own son doesn’t either.” “Scaramouche!” You raise your voice a bit. “Ren does love you! He has a hard time expressing it, sure, but he’s just a baby. Our baby. You said he got in trouble, right? He was probably scared about the situation and got overwhelmed. We say things we don’t mean, and I’m positive Ren didn’t mean to say that.”

“…Are you sure?” You sigh, “Yes, I’m sure. I mean, you said stuff to him too, didn’t you?” “Yeah.” “See? Scaramouche, I know how much you love our boys. Remember when Ren was born and I was so exhausted that you took care of him instead? He cried so much at night, and you managed to get him to sleep quicker than I could!”

“That was just luck…” “Or it’s because he loves you. How about that?” Scaramouche didn’t say anything. “I think you should just give him his space for a bit before talking to him again. Kids say things they don’t mean. They learn from us sometimes, which means we need to grow too. Don’t give up, okay? I don’t want you becoming a deadbeat dad.”

You hear Scaramouche choke on his own spit before replying. “I’m not going to do that!!” You smirk, “I don’t know… sounds like you’re abandoning me…” “Yn, you know damn well.” You laugh, receiving a sigh from him.

“You know I love you!” “Yeah, okay.” “Hey! Scaramouche chuckles. “I…I miss you.” You blushed but smiled. “I miss you too. We’ll be home soon.” “Get home faster.” You roll your eyes playfully, then look back at your group of kids. Immediately, you noticed Sora wasn’t there as you counted heads.

“Yn?” “Sora’s gone.” You blurt out. “What? What do you mean he’s gone?” “I-I mean, he’s gone! He’s not with the others!” You rush to the guide, “Excuse me, have you seen where my son went?” He shakes his head. “I’m sorry, but I didn’t see a child leave.” The other kids look at you, then look at each other, also trying to see if they can find Sora with them.

“Sora’s not here!” A girl screams, making the other kids panic. “Oh no. Oh no. Oh no. Oh no.” “Yn, relax.” Scaramouche tells you. “H-He was right there! Why, how?! I only looked away for a minute, I swear!” “It’s okay, Yn. Take a deep breath.”

You scan around, then look at the children. “Stay here with the nice zoo man, okay?” “Where’s Sora?” One of his friends asks. “He must’ve gone to the bathroom.” The guide says, trying to lighten the situation. You nod, “Yes, everyone stay here, okay? Don’t run off.”

You head in the direction where the bathrooms are. “Scara, I’ll call you later. I need to focus!” “Okay, let me know when you find Sora.” “I will. I love you.” “I love you too.” You hang up and run endlessly around the zoo. The fear of your son possibly getting kidnapped was on your mind. You wouldn’t forgive yourself if that happened. You check the bathrooms, “Sora?!” You shout. “Sora, baby, are you here?!” There was no response, so you rush out. “Sora! Sora!!” You scream.

You ran inside the merchandise store, completely sweating and in panic. The more time you spent wandering around, the more your fears increased. The horror of finding out your son is nowhere to be found and gone for good is something you don’t want to be true.

You asked every person you saw, but they knew nothing. You rush out again with your heart pounding faster and faster as time passes. Suddenly, your gut was telling you to search the ice cream shop that was right next to where the school ate.

You didn’t hesitate to trust it and ran right to that location. Then, you saw Sora, and you couldn’t help but feel tears coming. Before you can even call to him, you notice a pair of grown women standing next to him, and it was clear Sora was uncomfortable.

Your parental instincts instantly turned on, and you stood right in front of your boy, your arms spread out to protect him. Feeling his hands clutch onto your legs, you knew these ladies were about to get a scolding of their lifetime.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You spat. “Nothing! Who are you?” Said one, her hands on her hips, accusing you of being the culprit. You scrunched your nose, “I’m his parent.” The woman’s eyes grow wide. “So I’m asking you again, what were you doing?” “We were only worried about the fact that he was alone!!” Said the other, but it’s clear that it was just a petty excuse.

“Really?” “Yes, really!!” Then, Sora shouted, “They were asking about Daddy!” You looked at him in surprise. “What?” He nods, “They said mean things like how he ruined Uncle Aether and everyone!” Sora points at them, “They said Daddy was a bad singer! That he’s poor! We’re not poor! They said I was going to grow up to be lazy like him!!!”

Your eye twitched, blocking out the dumb statements those women were saying to defend themselves. There was no doubt that many fans were disappointed with the group's disbanding, painting the blame on Scaramouche and you too. However, you didn’t give a damn about the crap thrown at you. No one badmouths your husband, let alone says all of that to his 5-year-old son, who was trying to have a good time with his friends.

Your hand made a fist. “I advise you both to apologize right now.” Then, one of them said something that really struck. “He’s twisting our words! There’s no way you believe him!!” It was so fast that once she finished, her face was already turned to the other side.

Her friend gasps, seeing the red mark beginning to show on the girl's cheek. Sora looks at you with marveled eyes as you glare at the grown women. “Don’t even think about criticizing my own child, or I will rip your teeth out.” They try to say something, but you cut them off. “That’s my husband you’re making fun of, and I don’t think Aether and the rest would be very happy knowing their ‘fans’ are tormenting a little kid.”

Then, the girls flee, looking back occasionally to see you still glaring. Once out of sight, you begin to sigh and kneel down to hug your son. “Oh, Sora! I was so worried! Are you okay?!” You cup his face, checking to see if they did even more damage. He shook his head. “Yeah, I’m sorry for running off…” You plant a kiss on his forehead. “I couldn’t care less about that right now. I’m so glad you’re safe.” You hug him again, and he hugs back too.

“Let’s go back to the others.” You say, standing up and holding his hand, but he wouldn’t budge. “Sora?” He pouts a little. “Um…I want to say something, but what if you get mad?” You frowned and kneeled down again. “I won’t be mad.” “Are you sure?” You nod, “I’m sure.” After giving him a big smile, he starts swaying side to side. “Back then, when we were eating, that boy stole some of my lunch.” You furrowed your brows. “What?” “I told him to stop, but his mom was saying that sharing is caring! But I said no!”

He puffs up his cheeks. “You said to always say no to things that’ll make you queasy!” You nod, “I did say that.” “So, I hit him!” You giggle, “I see.” It feels like today these adults were testing your patience. “Let’s go talk some sense to them.” Sora grins, “Okay!” You stand back up and walk to the rest of the group.

The teacher comes running to you guys in worry. “Where were you two?! We were about to start searching!” You bow slightly. “Sorry. Sora and I got a little distracted.” You explain. She lets out a sigh. “Well, as long as you’re okay, then it’s no trouble. We’re about to leave now.”

You nod, then notice that mother that scolded your son. “Excuse me.” You tell the teacher, still holding onto Sora's hand, and you walk towards the mother. She notices your presence and then stares with a disapproving look. “You ought to control your boy. It’s no good wandering off like that.” You squint, “Listen, I don’t need to be told on how to parent.” “It seems you do.”

Your eye twitches. “From my understanding, you need to be taught more than me.” She gasps, “I’m sorry?” “Yes. Sora tells me you pushed your son to keep pestering him even though he said no.” She plants her hands on her hips. “Well, you need to learn to let your son be open.” You mimic her pose. “And you need to learn people’s boundaries.”

You both glare at each other, and then the teacher comes in between. “Please, no fighting. The children are watching!!” “She’s right.” The woman explains. “You’re acting like a—“ “Child?” You tilt your head. “I’m simply acting what a normal parent should act when their son has been wrongly accused of being the bully all because he didn’t share! The reason Sora hit your kid was because you allowed him to keep pushing his buttons just so you could satisfy yourself by thinking you’re a good mom for letting your boy get more snacks when he could’ve simply asked someone else!”

Sora nods while raising a fist. “Yeah!” His friends copy his moves and cheer. “Yeah!!! Go, Sora's parent!!!” The teacher scolds the children before turning back to you all. “If this escalates—“ “Don’t worry.” You say. “I’m done. I don’t have time to deal with incompetent adults.” The mother gasps and you walked to the bus, feeling proud.

“That was so cool!” Sora says once you’ve sat down. You blush, “Thank you.” Then you remembered you had to notify Scaramouche about you finding your son.

“I’m going to call Daddy and say we’re on our way.” He nods, “Okay!”

During the time you were searching for Sora, Scaramouche thought about how to apologize to Ren.

He felt like saying sorry wasn’t enough. With his head in his hands, he beat himself up in his brain on how he should just die in a ditch for what he’s done. He even thinks that if only time travel were real, he could’ve prevented blowing up on his youngest.

Scaramouche gets up and leaves his room. He decided he’ll make a snack for Ren. After all that crying, there’s no doubt he’s hungry. He got that from his dad, after all. He glanced at Ren's door with a frown before going down to the kitchen.

Ren isn’t a picky eater. He’ll eat anything as long as he’s fed or if they’re in cute shapes. He especially loved when his fruits were cut up to make a star. Scaramouche smiles fondly at that fact and begins preparing.

There’s no doubt that knowing Sora is missing prevents him from staying focused, but he tries to push through. ‘Sora will be fine.’ He thinks. ‘Nothing bad is going to happen.’ Scaramouche lets out a shaky breath. “Focus,” he tells himself. He can’t allow himself to get cut because of his carelessness.

But it’s Sora, his first son. It’d be a horrible day if he finds out your spouse couldn’t find him along with Ren never forgiving him.

He shakes his head. ‘Don’t think that way.’

Scaramouche decides to put on some music for a distraction, so he gets out his phone and decides he’ll listen to his own music. It’s been so long that he couldn’t help but cringe at how he sounded back then. Scaramouche hums along, almost like a reflex.

Scaramouche decides to make some sandwiches along with cute-shaped fruits. That’s not all; he’ll cut the sandwiches into hearts, and the fruits, mangos and strawberries, will be stars.

Scaramouche sways to the music and turns behind him. He’d imagine you joining his dance, bumping your hip into his. You’d laugh, and then you’d both hear small footsteps making their way. Sora would grab onto your hands, jumping up and down, pulling you into the middle of the room. Both of you dancing to the music while singing along. Ren would stay by Scaramouche’s legs, watching his parent and brother dance in amazement.

Scaramouche would pick up Ren, earning a laugh out of him, twirling around, and you’d copy his idea. You’d start spinning with Sora, and you’d both clash, laughing even harder.

In the end, Scaramouche would go to kiss you because he’s the happiest man on earth.

Scaramouche sighs, knowing that he fucked up. He glances at the family photo that hangs on the wall in the living room. It was a family photo of when Ren was just a baby. He can’t help but wonder if he deserved all of this.

Scaramouche shakes his head once more and turns back around, finishing up the dish. It really didn’t take long, and he was kind of proud of himself. Of course it didn’t beat your level of cooking, but it’s not bad.

He turns to go to the pantry but stops when he sees Ren's face poking out from the hall. Startled, the boy runs off, and Scaramouche follows. That kid is so fast, though, that Scaramouche frowns when hearing the door slam close.

He goes back to what he was doing and grabs a juice box before walking back to the kitchen. He rips out the straw and punches it into the hole. Scaramouche grabs the plate and juice, then turns forward and jumps, seeing Ren back at his spot.

“Ren!” He says. “You scared me.” He notices his son’s eyes get watery, slowly coming out to stand in front of him, clutching his bunny plushie that Albedo had made for him. Scaramouche places everything back before slowly kneeling to his height. “Ren…” Suddenly the poor boy bursts into tears and runs to hug his father. “Daddy, I’m sorry!” He hiccups, smearing his snot and tears all over his shirt.

“Ren—“ “I don’t hate you!!” He sniffles, and Scaramouche almost immediately feels himself start to cry too. “Ren, don’t say sorry.” He says calmly. He kisses his head while combing his hair. “I’m the one who should be apologizing. It wasn’t nice of me to say all those things to you.”

Ren looks at him with puppy dog eyes. “Are you sure?” The tears flow down Scaramouche’s face. Nothing hurts more than seeing your own child cry. Scaramouche smiles softly, “I’m sure.” He cups his face. “I was wrong. I shouldn’t have yelled at you, and I didn’t mean to make you cry.” He kisses his forehead. “I love you so much. I don’t want you to hate me, and I don’t want you to think that I hate you.”

Ren continues to cry, and Scaramouche hugs him tightly. “I love you, Ren.” Ren hugs him back. “I love you too, Daddy. I’m sorry that I’m not like everyone else.” Scaramouche chuckles, “Don’t say that. To me, you’re perfect.”

Scaramouche looks down at him, and Ren’s head pokes out from his arms, staring at his dad. They smile at each other, with Scaramouche moving his hair away from his face before kissing his cheek. He begins to pet his hair. “Are you hungry?” He asks, and the boy nods.

He carries him with one arm while he walks to grab the food. Then, he walks to the dining table and places the food down. He hands a sandwich to Ren, who gladly begins to eat it. “Is it good?” Ren nods with puffed cheeks. Scaramouche smiles more. “Thank goodness. Is it better than M/D?” Ren stares at him before looking at his sandwich, then back at his dad, and simply takes another bite.

Scaramouche sighs, “I figured.” Ren continues to eat while Scaramouche hands him an occasional fruit. “Star.” Ren points out, and Scaramouche nods, “Yeah, star!” Ren nibbles each end and bites one after the other. “Are you thirsty?” Ren nods, and Scaramouche goes to the counter and hands him his juice box.

Ren takes a sip, then takes another bite, then another sip. “Don’t you want to sit down?” Ren shakes his head. “It’s comfy here.” Scaramouche laughs, “Okay.”

With both journeys coming to an end, there was nothing more than wanting to hit the hay.

Once Ren finished eating, the two sat on the couch watching a movie. And as it was about to end, you and Sora had walked in the home. “We’re home.” You say, but you didn’t get a response. You notice your husband’s head poking out from behind the couch and walk towards him after locking the door.

Sora follows and then points with a giggle. “Daddy’s sleeping.” He whispers. You giggle too, “I can see that.” Scaramouche had his head resting on his fist while his other arm wrapped around Ren, who was also fast asleep on his leg, hugging his stuffed animal tightly.

“I’m sleepy too.” Sora says and begins to climb onto Scaramouche’s lap. You sigh and place your things on the kitchen table, noticing a plate of crumbs. You smiled and then headed back, squealing at the cuteness happening in front of you.

You sneakily take a picture and send it to Aether and Lumine right away in the group chat. Lumine responded with, “I knew he was the one who gave birth.” You snort and type a response back. You see Aether’s text bubble, and he sends a picture of Xia sleeping on top of Xiao’s chest.

You say, “Are we racing right now?” And Aether responds with, “Maybe.” You roll your eyes and put your phone away before scooping up Ren and taking over his spot. He snuggles to your chest, not waking up at all.

You smile and feel yourself get pulled to your husband's body. You look up, “I thought you were asleep.” “I was.” Scaramouche mumbles, opening an eye to look at you. He begins to caress your arm. “You make a lot of noise.” You pout, “Rude.” However, you go and kiss him, trying not to disturb the boys.

“Sora fell asleep fast.” You comment, looking down at him curled into a ball. Scaramouche hums, petting his son’s hair. “He had a long day.” You nod, “So did I.” You let out a sigh, nuzzling your cheek on his shoulder. “I’m probably not able to chaperone anymore.” Scaramouche raises a brow. “What? Why?”

“Um…I’ll tell you later…” Scaramouche glared at you. “Yn, what did you do?” You frowned. “Hey, all I’ll say is, no one messes with my family.” Scaramouche sighs and then pinches your nose. “Ow!” You squeak. “You’re an idiot.” You roll your eyes. You feel Ren moving in your arms again, so you stay still and rub his back.

“I see everything worked out between you two.” Scaramouche nods, “Yeah.” You smiled, “I told you he loves you.” Scaramouche smiles, “Yeah.” Scaramouche kisses the top of your head. “And I love you.” You blush, “You’re lucky I can’t move right now.” He chuckles, resting his head on yours.

“But I love you too.” You say gently. “I love all of you.” “Me too.”

So, you both closed your eyes, letting yourselves finally relax in the comfort of each other’s arms, your home.

[head---ache]

DIDNT I JUST HIT 5K LIKE, YESTERDAY???

GAMERS I hit 6K followers!!! And that's absolutely insane what the HELL?????????? TYSM!!!!! 💕

To celebrate, I have this stupid idea for an open collab!!!

You have Emmie! Treat her like a doll!! Dress her up, put her in situations!!! You can edit her any way you like, do whatever with her! (But most importantly, give her a cute outfit/j).

You can also draw your oc(s) with her! Or maybe you want to draw her from scratch yourself? You can also do that!!

This time I'll be choosing only one winner, and it will be announced on February 20th!!!! SO MAKE SURE TO HAVE A LOT OF FUN WITH YOUR EMMIE DOLL!!! And don't forget to tag me so I can see it!!

Transparent + Only lineart under the cut

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HI MAL <3 congrats on 6k

could i please request a gingerbread house with peeta and the prompt “ you feel like home to me” from the first list i believe? tysm congrats again and happy holidays!!!!!!

I feel the need to explain myself .. this request and blurb are from a year and a half ago oops. so sorry lovely requester, ily and enjoy this 15 month old blurb x

peeta mellark x fem!reader

Peeta bakes you something new every week. An old scone recipe from a family cookbook, a half remembered cherry pie from when he was a kid, cheese buns that he used to make batches and batches of to make a living when he was younger. You love everything he makes. You love tasting those little bits of his younger years, getting to know his parents through their recipes and the things they used to make. You know he doesn’t want to talk about them much, but you think it’s his way of remembering. And you’re so, so happy he wants to share that with you.

Today he’s made a sourdough loaf as big as your head. It’s really, really good. You sit on the porch with him and slather soft butter over huge slices of it. You make tea and he brings his sketchbook and you sit in your lovely, small, peaceful corner of the world, limbs heavy with the warmth of the day.

You don’t know what brings your question on. You suppose it makes you sad that Peeta doesn’t talk much about how he used to live. You don’t want to press. You just want to know, so you can know and love him anyway.

“Do you ever think about home?” You ask him, over the old, worn novel you’re reading. You’re borrowing it from Annie, who’s had it since she was a little girl. It’s wonderful.

Peeta looks up at you from his sketchbook. You wonder what he’s drawing. Most likely a portrait of you. Most of his books are full of them — you laughing in the kitchen, your hands holding a bunch of your favourite flowers, your smile, the freckles scattered on your back, your eyes and how they look in the sun.

“What do you mean?” He asks you.

“I mean, home. Like, District Twelve,” you explain. “How we used to live?”

Peeta gets a thoughtful look on his face. He turns back to his book and sketches for a few more moments before shrugging. “I don’t know. Sometimes, I guess.”

“When you make your mother’s recipes?”

“Yeah. And when I feed the pigs the way my father taught me. When I see the weeds in garden that used to grow on our farm.”

You hum. You’d guessed enough. Still, “Do you ever miss it?”

Peeta puts his pencil down and looks at you. He’s really quite handsome. You feel stunned by it suddenly, and not for the first time. Sandy golden hair, pretty eyes, broad shoulders. You feel like you were made to love him.

“No, not really,” he tells you. “I miss my family, but never really my home.” He reaches out across your shared table, picks up your hand in one of his. His fingers have been calloused by time and roughened by pain. Still, he’s never anything but achingly gentle with you. He pressed his thumb to your wrist and looks at you with those lovely, kind eyes. “You feel like home to me.”

What a striking thing to say. You sit and look at your joined hands, wondering if you might cry. You could. You feel so in love with him it makes your chest ache.

“Really?” You ask softly.

Peeta smiles at you, all things soft. It never fails to surprise you how someone so kind could emerge, scathed but kind all the same, from such a cruel place.

“Of course. Wherever you are is home, you know?”

You do know. You feel the same for him, though you could never put it so sweetly. You’re not good with words, you never have been. You don’t have to be either, not when you’ve got Peeta.

You nod. “Yeah. I know.”

Peeta’s smile grows. His takes your hand and presses it to his smile. Heat prickles along your skin like burning stars, his kiss like a flame. “I’m glad, sweetheart. Do you like the bread? We should take some to Katniss, don’t you think?”

And there he goes again, with his heart of gold. You don’t think you could possibly love him more.

[cursedwithcaution]

literally me rn bc people are reading my fanfiction and getting excited about updates and leaving comments and sharing it and djdbsbdjsjsbdbdhsb 6k hits tysm i <3 u fr

[gnawing-suspicion]

*ahem* so happy Friday, I made some freak shit for you!

To Be of Use; To Be Useful

Hannigram, E!, 6k, Chapters 1/3

Will only wants one thing for his birthday, really, but he's scared to ask for it. Scared because of how much he wants it, and because he knows Hannibal doesn't do anything halfway. He wants to be used - to be taken whenever, wherever, without having to think or talk about it or be coddled in the aftermath.

He gets his wish.

please enjoy rough blow jobs, a distaste for negotiated kink, strange moments of sweetness and hannibal talking dirty like an insane monster 🖤 there will be 2 more chapters to come and they will get progressively more unhinged! Here’s a snippet of the first chapter art:

tysm @thinmints1948 and @serri-i for enabling me 🥰🖤