#but i just know that technically is doing a lot of heavy lifting there

[technically-human]

This happened, it just wasn't relevant to the plot

[bunny-jpeg]

｡ﾟ•┈꒰ა ♡ i like my men older - simon riley♡ ໒꒱┈• ｡ﾟ

you knew that your friends from school raised an eyebrow when you told them that you were dating a man almost double your age. you were in your twenties, while this 'simon' guy was close to fifty. you told them that he was an army man who had a gooey center for you.

your friends could see the upgrade in your laptop and the new knapsack with a logo that proclaimed it was expensive. the small chain around your neck with a 's' on it that you toyed with when they asked questions about him.

you looked happy, healthier even! you weren't eating minute meals and surviving off of black coffee. there was a little roundness to your cheeks now and you looked more alive. a glow to you that wasn't that while you trudged through your graduate program. so honestly, how could they complain?

if you had a glow to you, it was because you were often fucked out. most women your age through that dating an older man would mean having to go slow. be patient about technical difficulties regarding their cocks. that was what you expected from a man that old. especially one with aches and pains like simon. your poor si, he had been in the military his entire life. barely had the touch of a woman during that time! poor guy! of course you'll teach him all the ways a woman should please a man. the first time you ran your tongue on the underside of his cock he cam all over your head, and while you whined. it made you crazy hot. fucking simon was like fucking a live wire. he hadn't slowed down with age. he fucked like a stallion in breeding season. and he loved when he pulled his heavy cock into you. you once told him that he could be a cervix breaker. and he simply said, "well, if i break it... i can't breed it." which made you go slack jaw for a moment before he continued to rut up against you. you didn't expect a man of his age to have a breeding kink.

you practically begged your doctor to give you birth control, because he was not buying condoms. "don't fit in 'em, lovie." he said as he patted his clothed cock when you started dating. you knew that was impossible, condoms could fit a lot of things and while simon was fairly big. he could fit in a condom. but, no. when you tried to put them on yourself, he simply took it off, tossed it to the side and pinned you under his heavy weight. legs in the air as he rutted against you like a hungry animal.

he was so much bigger than you. wide shoulders, strong thighs and a bit of a gut to keep you folded under him. there was a masculine heft to him. he was strong, picking you up was easy to him even when you tried to tell him your weight. one time he gripped you by the waist with one arm and moved you out of the way. you kicked and squeaked as you were moved. but to simon it was easy as lifting heavy equipment. but that softness to some of his muscles really got you hot all over. it didn't help that part of your role as his girlfriend was to make sure that your man was fed. you cooked him meals and he over devoured in your sweet dessert. he loved you in an apron. all domestic and sweet for him. you were real wifey material. could easily be cooking meals for him and the kids in a few years. you can have a graduate degree and a few riley babies. "look good cookin' for me, darlin'. know how to make a proper meal for your man." you wouldn't admit but his words excited you.

simon can be a little... chauvinistic. it was just his age. while he respected female colleagues in the military and was beyond happy that you were getting your degree. he'd do things for you that you could clearly do on your own. like when you tried to fix the leaky tap in your flat. or when you try to carry all the groceries inside. yes, darling, you're a strong woman. but let him take over. take care of you. that was what a man did right? he'll cut the onions for you and try to fix your buggy wi-fi connection. he's pay for dinner every time and even get you dessert after. he'd wipe your face clear of the sweet treat you'd have. "don't ask her anything too difficult, johnny. she doesn't need to be thinkin' too hard." he once said with his hands over your ears and glared at his teammate. which only made the scotsman laugh. simon didn't mind if he had to take over. he'd never pull the rug out from under you, even when you were under him. you looked prettier under him, letting him take charge of your fucking. he took care of his girl, even when you whined and told him you were capable. there was no need to whine. simon needed to take care of his much smaller, much weaker baby girl. no need to break a nail trying to do stuff that simon could easily do for you.

even with the grey in his blond hair, he still kept up to you. there were times that you were too exhausted from day-to-day that you let simon rut between your thighs until he covered your round ass with his hot cum. you'd whimper which would turn into a yelp when he easily slipped his heavy cock into your sweet pussy. where it belonged. he fucked you heavily as his cum coated your behind, even trailing down your sloped back as you had your head in the covers.

"don't spill a drop off that pretty ass, baby girl. or else i'd might have to mark you again." thank god you liked your men older. <3

[pleasantlycrazyworld]

You’re the Smart One, I Just Lift Stuff

Summary: Clark Kent helping his teacher partner decorate their classroom is pure domestic-fluff gold. He’s too tall, too sweet, and a little too strong for bulletin board borders, but he’s trying his best.

A/N: As some of you know I just graduated with a degree in teaching and I've been trying to figure out who to write teaching fics about, now Clark is the best fit in my head.

I was also thinking of a scenario where the students just lose their minds when he comes to school, not because he's dressed as Superman or anything but just because he's just so tall.

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“You do realize this is technically child labor, right?” you tease, balancing on the low step stool as you try to staple laminated letters above your whiteboard.

Clark, standing behind you with both arms ready to catch you if you so much as wobble, blinks like a golden retriever trying to follow a math problem.“Wait, but I’m an adult.”

You giggle. “Exactly. So technically, you should know better than to help me on one of your few days off.”

He frowns, brows scrunching as he looks around the classroom. “Then am I going to get paid? I have been lifting heavy stuff all morning.”

You look down at him--over six feet of flannel and sincerity, standing in socks on the reading rug he just bought you, holding a tub of sentence strips like it might explode. “Clark Kent, did you just ask to be paid in a classroom that smells like crayons and dry-erase markers?”

He shrugs. “I mean… I’ll accept payment in snacks. Or, like, forehead kisses. Maybe a cool sticker.”

You tossed a bright, glittery green star sticker down at him. He catches it effortlessly and slaps it over the logo on his chest with a proud smile. “Perfect. I feel ten percent smarter already.”

Now, Clark is very good at so many things. Things like:

Carrying boxes labeled MATH MANIPULATIVES like they’re filled with feathers, Hanging things exactly where you want them without a ladder, Being extremely distracting in those rolled-up sleeves.

....today you learned that Clark is terrible at a few things to like:

Understanding a laminator, Trying to put up a bulletin board border and accidentally ripping it in half, Sitting in a second-grader-sized chair without looking like a confused cryptid.

At one point, he tries to staple a crayon next to the banner that says “Welcome to Our Pack!” and the entire poster board tears clean off the wall. He just stands there, blinking, holding the crayon in one hand like it betrayed him.

“...I swear I didn’t even pull that hard.”

You walk over, laughing so hard you nearly drop your cup of coffee, and tiptoe to press a kiss to his cheek. “You’re not allowed to touch anything else unless it’s made of concrete or is already attached.”

He nods solemnly, “I understand.”

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Later, while you’re arranging bins by color and alphabetizing book baskets, Clark wanders over and crouches beside you--knees nearly to his ears in the tiny plastic chair.

“You know,” he says softly, “I’ve been in a lot of places. A lot of messy, dangerous places.”

You glance over, raising a brow. “Yeah?” He nods, smiling as he watches you sort a stack of read-alouds. “But this little room? It might be my favorite place I’ve ever been taken to.”

You pause, heart fluttering. “Why?”

He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “Because this is where you shine. You’re helping shape minds, baby. You're helping children figure out themselves and how to live. That’s… that’s bigger than anything I’ve ever done.”

Your throat tightens and you have to blink back tears. Clark grins, eyes twinkling. “Also, there's glitter. I love glitter.” You laugh through the happy tears and lean over to kiss him. “I love you. And your glittery sticker.”

“I earned it,” he says proudly. “I put up the number line and only destroyed one poster. Thats impressive for me babe.”

By the time you leave, your room is beautiful.

The desks are arranged. Your bulletin boards are straight. Your bins are labeled. Your Superman is covered in glitter and tape and stickers.

"Did you earn all those stickers?" You asked teasingly when you turned around with your bag and noticed how many more are on him. "...yes."

And as he holds the door open for you, carrying a bag of broken border scraps like it’s a national treasure, you hear him mumble: “I can’t wait to see the look on their faces when they meet the best teacher in the entire world.”

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Thank you for reading I hope you enjoyed! If you did please like, comment, and reblog! Those are really simple ways to support me and keep me motivated to write and post! Request are open and I would love to get request for Clark!

[luveline]

Oooooo carmy request: him being jealous of readers friendship w richie cos they re like buddys and he thinks she doesn't like him cos shes not like that w him

—you realise what Carmy wants from you. fem, 1.4k

Richie isn’t technically an upstanding citizen, but he’s a good guy. 

“I’m telling you, sweetheart, you just need to be more aggressive.” 

You’re sitting on a stool behind the counter filling the ketchup and mayonnaise bottles with the huge ones from the walk-in. Richie isn’t doing much of anything, which is fine by you; he’s good entertainment for a shitty job. 

“I don’t want to be more aggressive, I want people to be nicer.” 

“We don’t get what we want,” he mutters. 

You frown expressively. “Aw, baby, we don’t get what we want. You don’t get what you want, huh?” 

“What’s your problem?” he asks, though he laughs brightly. ���You’re the fucking baby. You’re not doing that right.” 

You point at your extremely slow drip of ketchup. “No, you think? I know I’m doing it wrong, Richie. Doing it right is a lot of arm effort. Have you seen my arms?” 

“You’ve got muscle.” Richie lifts your arm up by the wrist. “Flex. Flex your arm.” 

“I’m flexing. You can’t see that?” 

“What are you guys doing?” Carmy asks. 

He comes up behind Richie and they’re almost twins. Not in appearance —Carmy’s lighter facially and broader physically— but in stance, their mussed up aprons and the rags on their shoulders a uniform. 

You flex. “Weight training.” 

Richie drops your arm. “I’m showing her how to fill the sauce bottles.” 

“And you didn’t know how to do that?” Carmy asks you. 

“I’m the one that taught Richie.” You absolutely didn’t teach Richie how to do it, that much is obvious. Richie laughs heartily, and Carmy frowns, and you realise that Richie thinks you’re both laughing at Carmy, which isn’t what was happening. Not totally. 

It’s hard to navigate The Beef without Mikey; Carmy is nothing like his brother, and Richie’s an asshole. 

Carmy nods at you. You’re worried his lip is gonna curl like it does when he’s mad and you’re gonna get told to do something you’re uninterested in, but it’s Richie who gets punished. “Can you finish Sydney’s prep?” 

“Why can’t she do it?” 

“Her stomach thing. It’s just onions.” 

Richie wants to argue, but can’t. He’s paid a wage to work. “Fine. But tell Syd I’m not her gopher.” 

Richie saunters away. 

“He’s not her gopher,” you tease when he’s out of earshot, to Carmy’s surprised delight. “God, Carm, don’t you know anything?” 

Your Richie impression isn’t your best. Carmy must enjoy it, still smiling to himself as his attention is turned to the register, where he begins wiping down the keys. 

“Is that really the way to do that?” he asks, gesturing to your sauce bottles. 

You’ve turned the cap upside down, feeding sauce into the bottle one drip at a time. It would be quicker to remove the cap entirely and pour straight from the big bottle, but that sometimes requires three hands, the big jugs are that heavy. 

“Despite what you might think, Carm, I’ve thought it through.” 

“You sure?” 

You could get defensive. When Carmy first took over the restaurant, you thought, What the fuck, Mikey. Leave your shithole restaurant to your world class brother and get your entire roster of staff fired in one fell swoop. But Carmy never fired you, hasn’t cut your hours, doesn’t treat you like an asshole. He is a jerk, that much is certain during busy dinner service, but he has yet to take it too far. (Ish.)

So you won’t defend your laziness, or expect him to like it. You get up from your stool and turn the cap right side up, tapping what’s yet to drip through the spout into the bottle. You set the cap aside, and you uncap the big ketchup to decant sauce until the bottle is full. 

Carmy glances at you from the corner of your eye. He looks at you, looks away again. 

You think he might like you. In the don’t have a choice, grown on him like moss way. He gets cagey when you and Richie are having fun, and he stares altogether too much, but he can be pretty when he’s smiling (or really yelling) and he has nice hands, and nice arms. He has a nice way of saying things. You don’t mind his attention.

There have been worse bosses to want to push you up against a wall. 

Not that you think Carmy could. He whines like a bitch at you for stupid shit, but Carmen Berzatto shoving you into a wall for a rough kiss? That’s never gonna happen. 

And yet… his frown tells a different story. 

“Why do you get so weird about me and Richie?” you ask. 

“I don’t get weird about you and Richie.” 

You open the mayonnaise bottle and set the cap aside. “He’s nicer than you think.” 

“Yeah?” He sounds vaguely depressed, which isn’t uncharacteristic. Seriousness colours his voice with a strange charm. “I’ll take your word for it.” 

“He is, he makes me laugh. He makes sure I eat, he shouts at guys when they’re mean to me.” 

“Who’s mean to you?” 

“Carmy.” You give up on the mayonnaise and wipe your hands down your apron, to his ire. You’d prefer not to smell like egg and oil during this conversation, but it’s better than smelling like burnt chicken, sort of. “Richie’s a nice guy, whether you agree or not.” 

“That’s great, I’m glad he’s so nice to you.” He sounds angry now, but he’s stuck as you are —walking away is losing. 

You really don’t get it. “Is he not supposed to be nice to me?” you ask. 

“He can do what he wants. You can do what you want.”

You laugh, and hope to diffuse the situation with a joke, “Okay, thanks for your permission, Chef.” 

“Fuck off.” 

He sounds less tense, but not fixed. And you might find it harder to keep up with him, constantly wanting to impress him, knowing you can’t, but you’re not out of touch. You aren’t a huge dick. 

Carmy beats you to it. “I was kidding, about the bottles. You can do it how you want.” 

“I wasn’t offended.” 

“But you don’t– with Richie, you– I don’t know what I’m doing wrong with you.” 

You look him up and down, lengths of his arms, tattoos and the cut over his elbow. His clean t-shirt, his neck, the strong line of his nose and his bright eyes. 

“You’re not doing anything wrong,” you say, smiling at him, knowing your expression says lots of weird stuff. 

Working here in the kitchen makes a busy atmosphere normal. Richie’s telling a story at the top of his lungs, Angel’s swearing about a dropped plate, knives scratch on boards and ovens hum. Being overwhelmed is something you’re good at, and big feelings don’t scare you. 

“You’re jealous of Richie?” you ask, playfully pitying. “Get it together.” 

“Fuck off,” he says again. 

“Seriously? Richie Jerimovich. He’s telling Tina a story right now about how the last date he went on ended with her asking if he’d ever been abducted by aliens.” 

“I’m not jealous of Richie.” 

“No, I don’t think you are,” you say, taking a step too close, and refusing to take the step back. 

Carmy doesn’t look mad anymore. 

You wonder if anybody’s ever held his hand. You used to think he must’ve had a ton of girlfriends, he got so famous everywhere he went, but… He looks like he’s never been this close to someone before. Like you’re making him nervous. 

“Me and Richie are friends,” you say quietly. “Is that what you want us to be?” 

His hand twitches at his side. 

“There, cousin, I cut the fucking onions. You happy?” Richie asks, and laughs as he steps back out to the front of house, unaware of the tension. “That’d be the day, right?” 

“Yes, Richie, I’m happy you did your job. Thank you.” 

“Was that hard for you, baby?” you ask Richie with a pout. “Here, let me kiss your poor hands.” 

Richie gives you the bird with both of them. 

You look to Carmy. Making fun of Richie together isn’t quite as good as holding hands, but you hope it’s a start. 

Carmy catches on, can’t hide his grin, “There’s tylenol in the office if you need it, cousin.”  

“Are your wrists feeling tender?” you prompt. “Or is that motion one you’re used to?” 

Carmy laughs and the sound takes on the shape of his smile, nearly giddy. 

“Fuck both of you.” 

[mrsoharaa]

Imagining Miguel going through Gabriella's teen years. Being an "overprotective" dad the moment she goes on a date!

You, were obviously okay with it, knowing she's just entering her ripe ol' age of curiosity and teenage normalcy of dating. But for Miguel. That was an entirely different aspect.

The sound of Gabriella's bedroom closes almost too enthusiastically, blaring and alarming everyone (in which case, was just only you and her at the moment, thus Miguel being away at work) in the cozy home of her excitement and thrill for her date tonight.

When you contently hum to yourself, readying dinner for the three of you, you can hear her weighted footsteps of joy prance through into the dining room/kitchen vicinity. A lifted giggle spilling from her lips as she gazes over her phone.

You turn to meet your daughters giddy expression, acknowledging that familiar delight and glee sprawl all over that gleaming face.

"Someone's excited for tonight" you smile happily at your grinning little bundle of joy (or at least, that's what you still call her since she is technically still your baby). Gabriella places her phone down for a second, practically hopping and throttling with pure exhilaration and eager.

"I really am mama! tonight is going to be so much fun! he's taking me out to that new nice restaurant that just opened up down the street! you know, the one by that one cafe you really like?! across the street from them!" She announces with pure elation, angling her phone as she glances through the reflection of her device to fix the little gorgeous strands of familiar dark mahogany from her adoring face.

"Oh lovely! sounds like fun! do you want me to put away some food for you later, mija?" you smile at her. ("Daughter")

"Sure, thank you mami!" she excitedly whips back.

The sound of a warping buzz elicits from the living room, a hulking, brooding stature of a 6'9 suited man, shuffles his self through the vast yellow portal that immediately dissipates behind him the moment he steps into the living space.

A weighted sigh expels from behind the dark maroon and navy mask that hid his beautiful face. He retracts his stiff shoulders, murmuring something under hefty grumbles. His attention quickly turns to your direction, noting the cutely attired and heavily anticipated daughter sitting onto one of the stools by the kitchen's island.

He dissipates his mask, thick brows raised in curiosity and confusion, heavy, tired lids of ruby stroll back onto you.

"¿Qué pasa aquí?" he tilts his head, still rotating his aching shoulders to try to rid of the pulsing, nagging weight pinching at his muscles from a long strenuous day. ("What's going on here?")

"Our daughter has a date tonight honey, isn't that exciting?" you grin coyly at the frowning man looming over next to Gabriella.

"She — what?!" Miguel's scowl quickly qwhips over to his daughter, watching her roll her eyes and head with a low giddy sigh.

"I already told you papa, remember? yesterday? before you dropped me off at school?" Gabriella twirls her phone in her hand, watching her fathers face twist with mixed emotions. Particularly one, to be precised — disapproval.

"I don't recall having this conversation with you, Gabriella" he states dryly, uncertainty clinging to his gruff voice.

You turn in his direction, eyeing him for his sudden disapproving tone.

"Yeah, I did! I told you right as you pulled into the schools front parking lot! you really have that bad of a memory dad?" Gabriella shrugs, watching her father glare over at you. Noting the head tilt and stern eye contact the two of you shared.

He groans inwardly, annoyed profusely by the fact that his little girl is going on a date. That he, oh so never recollected on, hearing about.

"Who is he? where does he live? What's his phone number? Where are you two goi- Miguel" you chuckle lightly, fully facing his direction as you met with his furrowed gaze.

"...Right right" he sighs defeatedly, glimpsing back over to his beautiful child as he smiles more tender heartedly. Takes a step closer towards her and embraces her with long, warm open arms. Easily engulfing her into his taller stature, one hand nestled around her comfortably as the other brushes over her hair. Places a gentle kiss on top of her pretty tresses.

"Just...be safe for me mija, make sure he doesn't try kissing you" Miguel mumbles into her hair, Gabriella simply laughs as she returns a squeezing embrace back to her doting, grumpy father.

"Miguel" you warn once again with a lenient smile, the three of you chuckle in unison.

Gabriella pulls away "I promise I'll be so safe papa! I'll call you if anything happens, I promise!" she leans on her tip toes to give her father a soft peck to his right cheek, he rumbles a relaxed grumble.

"Esa es mi chica, ve a divertirte mija" he gives her another head kiss, feeling her reel from his embrace and rush out the door, waving to her loving parents. ("That's my girl, go have fun daughter")

The sound of the door slamming close grates through Miguels ears, the familiar same scowl from before returning back onto his churning face.

With your back facing him and your attention drawing back to your cooking, you could feel the searing burn of his dim eyes peer at the back of your head. A simple hum dwindles from your pursed, curled lips.

"So, she's dating now? since when?" he finally flushes the thickening air, leaning over the island, eyes strictly focused on you.

"She's a teenager Miggy, you have to let her go through these things" you insist, peppering the seasoned chicken breast in the bowl in front of you.

The sound of his teeth lowly ticks through the air, his retracted claws tapping amongst the marbled tile of the island he leaned over.

"She'll be fine my love, you and I both raised that little girl right...she knows how to defend herself" you peek over your shoulder to wave an irate Miguel one of your reassuring smiles. The very same one that always made his heart melt and feel at ease.

You can see the tensity of his body softly, hardly, unwind, his dim lidded irises softening to your tender gaze. He emits a long sigh.

"I know I know...I just...worry about her is all" he exhales, watching you take a step back and bend over to place the bowl into the oven.

A feeble giggle lilts off your lips, straightening yourself up and walking over to your overly exerted husband, you cup your hands onto his cheeks and brush your thumbs gingerly along the warm, supple flesh. A deeming smile weaving onto your cheeks.

"And that makes you such an exemplary father, baby" you softly cooed, feeling his head lean into your homely touch instantly. Almost purring to the welcoming feeling of your smooth skin caressing his hardened face.

"She'll be okay Miggy, I promise" you lift up onto your toes and place a soft kiss to his full lips, smirking as you feel him lean downward to keep his lips onto yours, growling lowly as he feels you pull away from his pursed, needy plush of skin.

"You remember what it was like when we were teenagers, don't you?" you coy, playing with the plump silken flesh that formed into that familiar pout you had grown to love and adore.

"How we use to sneak out of our parents houses at night to meet...take your fathers car to come pick me up and drive through the city after midnight...going on starry night dates and peaceful drive ins, before you became Spider-Man" your heart practically swoons through your fluttering chest from the recommencing loving memories flooding through your head.

Miguel nearly feels his heart thrashing violently against his chest, pupils dilating widely as you sigh dreamily.

"Wait — she's sneaking out of the house now? that I DON'T KNOW ABOUT?! SINCE WHEN?! ¡Oh, por el amor de Dios!" Miguel snarls, you burst into a fit of laughter, holding and pulling his face back down to meet your level. Carefully planting your head against his, as you continue to smooth his cheeks with your fingers. ("oh for fucks sake!")

"No no baby! of course not! I'm just saying!" you chuckle lightly, reeling him into your subtle massage amongst his face. His body relaxes, breaths steadying out as he lowers his enraged eyes, gently gazing down at you.

Hums at the supple touch of your hands slowly drifting down to his broad shoulders.

"She's going to be alright honey, you just have to trust her...trust me" you feel his weight slowly ease further into your touch, the pulling, tantalizing pressure of your fingers massaging at his stiff shoulders basking him in a trance of relaxation and tranquil. He sighs softly, leans forward to plant a sweet kiss onto your forehead, then your nose and finally your lips.

"I trust you...I trust the both of you more then anybody"

"I know you do Miggy...now come, let me help you relax, your shoulders feel very stiff and stagnant" you lull him into another kiss, giggling cunningly as you pull away and listening to him rumble another irritated grumble from your swaying motion from his lips.

A shorten, pitched yelp cranes from your lungs as you feel your body abruptly being pulled back to his body. Your own being hoisted and pinned against his, his arms wrapping your legs around his slim waist as he nuzzles into your chest, resting his chin onto the comforting mounds.

"Those can wait, seems like my wife wants to keep pulling away from my kisses...I think a punishment is in order, no?" he grins slyly, wickedly as he cups your rear with his large hands, adoring the upbringing fluster pooling into your cheeks.

"M-Miguel no! I have dinner to tend too!" you chirp with a giggle, feeling his wide hands playfully smack at your voluptuous bottom, quickly smoothing over the rounded clothed flesh. Leans up to kiss your chin.

"Dinner will be fine cariño...It won't take long anyways...maybe" he nuzzles beneath your chin, laughing at your adorable resistance to his cheeky advances.

[teslasucks37]

HI MOOT !!! can you do something inspired by purple lace bra by tate mcrae with charlie it would be so cute (absolutely no pressure i hope it doesn't sound like that i overthink a lot) 💜💜

CW: NSFW below the cut (MDNI), Lingerie, afab!Reader, SoftDom!Charlie, Seductive!Reader, Marking (Hickeys), Ownership, Slight degradation

A/N: I guess this is technically a fic but it’s also kind of short for a fic? Idk 🤷 Here it is anyway 😁

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader

Purple Laced Bra

Your boyfriend was overworking himself… Again.

Charlie had a bad habit of getting too involved in his work, so much so that he was neglecting you.

Your… Needs.

He also had a bad habit of not listening to what you were saying when you told him to rest, especially when it was about work.

At least not when you had clothes on.

So you decided you would help him relax.

Distract him.

“Charlie?” You called out to him from the doorway.

He didn’t take his eyes away from his PC for a moment. “What is it, baby?”

You stepped into the room, your bare feet padding over the carpeted floor. “Charlieeee~”

As you placed your hands on his shoulders, he sighed, obviously not wanting to disappoint you, but knowing he had to. “I’m really sorry, angel. I just have too much to do and…”

You gently spun his chair around so he was facing you.

“Baby, I- Oh, god…” He groaned, gripping the arms of his char and taking all of you in.

You had on a tiny little thong, pretty and purple, covered by a single strap on each side leading to lacy garters on each thigh.

The straps led to small belt that wrapped around your waist, just below a beautiful purple lace bra, covered in flowers and mesh.

His eyes were wide, raking up and down your body, trying to take in every detail and commit it to memory.

Your finger hooked under his chin, bringing his gaze up to your face. “Charlie~”

“Uh, yeah?” He mumbled out, barely a sound, squeaky and cracking from the sudden dryness of his mouth.

“You’re working too hard again…” You chastised him with a hard frown.

“Uh huh…” His eyes switched from yours back down to your body, thoroughly distracted.

“And I think you need a little break~” You grinned, lifting his hands off the arms of his chair and placing them on your lace-covered tits.

“Uh huh…” Charlie’s gaze was zeroed in on your cleavage, his jaw slack in awe.

You took your hands off his wrists, feeling his own hands squeeze lightly as your fingers raked through his messy locks, unkempt from the long hours he’d been spending in his office.

“So I’m gonna let you do whatever you want to me…” You leaned in to whisper in his ear, pressing a kiss to his neck.

The permission seemed to flip a switch in his brain, his hands suddenly moving down your body to feel the difference between the lace and your warm skin.

Charlie’s lips and teeth were on your shoulder, biting and sucking and licking, leaving marks everywhere.

“You’re right… I have been working too hard, baby…” He mumbled against your skin, his hands scooping under you as he brings you into his lap, making you gasp.

Spinning around in his chair to face his desk again, he lifts you both and places you on it.

You get knocked into things on his desk, hitting his microphone and barely grazing his keyboard, but he doesn’t give a damn, already moving to untie his sweatpants.

You can see how hard he is, pitching a tent straight up against the fabric, even leaking a little at the tip and wetting the cloth, and you shiver at the thought of that thing going inside of you.

His eyes are dilated, heavy, hungry, focused in a very different way than before.

Like he can’t bear to look away from you for even a second.

Charlie pushes his waistband down his legs, gripping at your thighs and pulling you to the edge of his desk, desperate for your touch, to be inside you.

His lips are on you and his hands are rubbing on your skin in a way that sends tingles down your spine and straight to your core.

“Charlie~” Your words are swallowed by his lips, but the eagerness in your voice isn’t lost.

His leaking tip twitched against your bare thigh as his lips traveled from yours to your jaw, making your head loll back.

He hooked a finger under the middle fabric of the panties, moving it out of the way of your leaking cunt, so wet and so ready for him.

His lips couldn’t get away from you, sucking more marks onto your skin to claim you.

“Probably so pent up cause I wasn’t there to take care of you…” Charlie’s lips brushed against the shell of your ear as he groans, his forehead dropping to your shoulder as he slipped inside of you. “Ooh, fuck-“

The familiar stretch felt so good after aching to have him in you for so long, and the slow, but deep and hard pace he set made you see stars.

Your arms stuck out behind you were the only things keeping you from toppling over onto his monitors.

His desk rocked beneath the both of you, the sound of shuffling equipment and creaking wood and metal filling the room, along either side of the wet slapping of his cock buried balls deep in you.

Your breaths were shallow, gasping as he sped up his thrusts, hitting just the right spot inside you. “Ahh~ Fuuuuck!”

Charlie’s grip tightened on your thighs, pulling you against him in a feverish haze. “So pretty…”

The edge of his desk that was pressed against the wall slammed against it repeatedly, the sound and vibration adding to the sensation against the bottom of your spine.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop~” You chanted, crying out as you pussy clenched and squeezed around him as you came.

Charlie grinned down at you as he watched you cum, bringing your legs up over his shoulders.

“Never gonna take you for granted again~” He pressed a kiss to your neck, leaving more marks, claiming you, owning you.

You weren’t sure how long he fucked you for, long enough to lose time, long enough for the sun to fully go down when it had only turned 6 pm seemingly a few minutes ago.

Your legs were shaking, your arms burned from holding yourself up, but you couldn’t let him stop, you didn’t want him to stop.

You’d cum so much that the carpet in front of his desk was soaked, smelling of sex.

His whole office probably smelled of sex by that point.

How was he this pent up, yet still had this much stamina?

Your pussy felt raw, used, much to your delight.

And it wasn’t until then that he faltered.

You felt Charlie’s motions stutter, before speeding up.

Your limbs were screaming, but you wanted him to cum in you so bad.

He knew you needed it, wanted him to empty himself into you, that’s why you put on this slutty little number for him in the first place.

And he was prepared to give you exactly what you wanted.

Charlie’s hips slammed into you, his cock twitching as cum drooled out of his tip into your walls, puffy from use and overstimulation.

Little grunts of exertion fell from his lips, pressing kisses to your neck and shoulders, absolutely littered with purpled bruises from his teeth.

You giggled, your mind empty and still blissful as he pulled out.

He watched as his cum dripped out of you, joining the puddle on the floor.

He would just clean it later.

You tried to get off the desk, but as soon as your feet had touched the ground you felt your knees buckle.

Luckily Charlie was there to catch you.

“Come on baby…” He mumbled into your neck, hooking an arm under both your knees and around your waist in a princess carry. “Let’s go to bed.”

You nuzzled against his chest, content with his attention.

He would probably get distracted again in a few days, but you would just have to remind him all over again.

[shanastoryteller]

HAPPY PRIDE!!!

Could you, pretty please, write more of the Draco in the muggle world or Draco and the twins take down Voldemort AU?

Love your writings!

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George watches anxiously as Harry closes his eyes and Tori leans over him. He really, really hopes this works. They don't exactly have a backup plan if it doesn't.

Things are uncomfortably silent. He'd imagined this soul sucking business to be a lot more dramatic, but they can't see much under the large hood of Tori's pink robe and neither of them are making a sound.

Then she's drifting back and Harry's blinking rapidly.

"Did it work?" Ron asks anxiously, stepping forward to grab Harry's shoulders and shaking him. "Are you okay? How was it?"

"Wet," Harry says, eyes finally focusing. "I don't feel any different. Wait - my scar doesn't hurt anymore. Does that mean it worked?"

They turn to Tori, who gives a thumbs up. The dull gray of her skin has turned a shimmering silver now that she's consumed each piece of Voldemort's soul. All the dementors that had come to Hogwarts had sickly grey-black skin where it wasn't scabbed over. He wonders if that means they sent starving dementors to a school full of children and what idiot thought that was a good idea.

"Is it over then?" Fred asks uncertainly. "Voldemort's dead? For good?"

They all look towards Voldemort's soulless body that's still passed out on the couch.

Hermione raises her gun. Two shots and a smattering of brain matter later, she says, "Yeah."

"You seriously couldn't have waited to do that?" Draco complains. At least the polyjuice as worn off and he's wearing his own face again. "That settee is from the seventeen hundreds. It's going to take more than scourgify to get that out."

"Um," Harry says. "Okay. Well - should we. Tell someone?"

Draco waves a hand. "Yeah, sure, just leave me out of it."

"Leave you out of it?" Ron repeats incredulously. "You killed Voldemort and you don't even want the credit?"

"Technically, Tori did that - much obliged, Tori," he says, and she gives a bobbing head nod in acknowledgement. "And it was more of a team effort. Besides, no, I have a reputation to maintain if you've forgotten. I wanted Voldemort to stop hitting on my mother, now he won't, so this really doesn't have anything to do with me now." He frowns. "Besides getting the settee cleaned before dad notices. He'll go spare."

George thinks he might be more upset about the dead dark lord, but who knows with the Malfoys. Draco didn't turn out like this out of nowhere.

"You've been working to defeat Voldemort," Hermione says slowly, "because he was flirting with your mother?"

"Like that wouldn't be enough for you," he scoffs.

Ew.

Ron scrunches his face, then says, "Fair enough. But that still doesn't change how we're supposed to, um, handle this."

Draco rolls his eyes. "I'm taking Tori back to the island. You guys figure that out."

"I'll come with you," George says eagerly, dodging Fred's hand when he tries to hold him back. He waits until it's just three of them to ask, "Do you really not have a plan for this part?"

Draco grins at him, wide enough that George can see the dimple on his left cheek. "Let's see what they come up with. I can't be the only one doing the heavy lifting around here."

"Okay," he says, wondering if now that Voldemort's dead, Draco will kiss him.

[ipegchangbin]

— heavy lifting

sub!gym buddy!changbin x dom!personal trainer!reader | 8.1k words

♡ … sequel to uplifting After Changbin’s gotten too comfortable around the gym, you needed to remind him of his place. You’re his significant other, sure, but you’re still his personal trainer — and his training is only getting even more personal.

❥ gender neutral reader (they/them pronouns, no specifics). smut. fluff. established relationship. pure porn, no plot.  ❥ bratty perv changbin. petnames “baby,” “coach,” “rat,” and “bun”/“bunny,” semi-public unprotected sex, anal creampie (reader receiving), fingering (changbin receiving), strength kink (headlock), no specifics about y/n’s physique—but y/n is strong.

📝 happy new year bitch!!! i finally fucking finished The self-indulgent fic!!! header art by ME! otherwise, enjoy!

18+ only. minors do not interact.

You and your client — now boyfriend — Changbin were getting ready to go to the gym. Staring at your bathroom mirror together, he flexed his arms as he hugged you close to his body.

One look at the man and you can tell he’s changed.

He’s far from the man you met a year ago, the boy with a thick build that shyly signed you up as his personal trainer. He used to close his big body into itself every time he wasn’t trying to impress you. Shy as he was with you, his crush, Changbin was also confident whenever he had the opportunity to try and make you swoon.

Now that he got you in his arms, you all his and him all yours, he’s a lot more toned now and a lot more open.

You got very clear glimpses of his personality at the gym, but dating him officially was like opening a gate and welcoming yourself into his colorful world. It didn’t take too long to find out that he works as a lifestyle journalist, but it took many months more to find out that his side gig is working as a talent manager for some small-time DJ named CB or something. Whoever that guy is, your boyfriend claims that he’s just as shy as your coworker Chris, hence why he doesn’t show up often.

Changbin opened up more of his life to you just as you gave lots of your life to him. Every date extended from the gym to the cafe next to it, from fancy restaurants in each of your hometowns to humble home-cooked dinners at either his or your apartments. He stutters less and he’s more giggly around you, while you’re definitely not your usual strict self when it comes to cuddles in his bed.

You two allowed your lives to meld into each other and bond, mix in, and create one shared universe that you can both breathe in. He loved you and you loved him and that never seems to end anywhere.

But it all starts at the gym, you figured, and it always goes back there; he hasn’t signed out of being your client and technically still pays you to help him work out.

“Y/N,” he said with a smile on his face. “Wait first, please? I’m not ready to go to the gym yet.”

You raised an eyebrow at him and struggled to look back as his arms engulfed you. “First time I’ve ever heard that from you. Why?”

Changbin is always more than eager to go to the gym, so the request set you back. He giggled and you could feel his chest pump against your back. He smiled at your figure in the mirror.

“What are you plotting?” You squinted your eyes back at his reflection. Changbin smiled dumbly in response.

You almost asked again until he leaned down to kiss your cheek from the side. It wasn’t a peck at all, his lips solidly planted on the apple of your cheek for a bit longer than two seconds, and it ended with an audible smooch at the pucker of his lips.

“Heh. I love you, bun.”

The smile on his face returned bigger and brighter. His cheeks heated up and his ears turned incredibly red at his own actions even if he was supposed to leave you melting; well, you were, definitely relaxing in the hold of his biceps at the simple display of affection.

But you’re stronger than him, at least emotionally, and he knows that.

“That was it?” You faked dissatisfaction in your tone and it turned him back into the shy guy you met a year ago. “Gonna delay your gym appointment for just a little kiss?”

His eyes didn’t leave your figure in your bathroom mirror. Changbin’s body heated up and you could feel every bit of him collapse slightly as he stared at your face.

To him, you’re still as handsome and as pretty as the time he met you, if not significantly more beautiful now than ever. Even when you were intimidating.

“I don’t think my coach minds if I’m late,” he attempted a smirk.

Changbin grabbed your wrists with a swiftness and held them against your back. Holding them with two hands, he made sure that you were unable to separate your arms, teasing you with one of his strength displays.

“Coach probably wouldn’t mind, especially when they’re late too.”

He wasn’t just planning on locking your hands there. He was feeling bold and you could feel it in the strong hold of his hands against yours.

But you’re physically stronger than he is.

You raised your arms and his hands together over your head, catching Changbin off-guard, twisting your wrists and your body so that you finally faced him. With his hands in the air, you grabbed him by his wrists this time, holding your shocked boyfriend’s hands together and slamming his frozen body against the wall.

You had his hands over his head, locking him in a far more vulnerable position. A blush ran through the apples of his cheeks and painted his ears red. He looked most delicious with his eyes wide open, mouth hung ajar, and pretty little head racing endlessly with thoughts.

“And what makes you think your coach would excuse this unnecessary tardiness?” You asked him with an ear-to-ear grin and half-lidded eyes.

“I’m not saying they’d…allow it…” Changbin bit his bottom lip for a second to ease his stammering. “I’m saying I don’t mind the punishment.”

You chuckled at his weak response. “Where’d you get this boldness?”

“From you, bun.”

You leaned in impossibly closer to his face, tightening the grip on his wrists. Your thumbs massaged the peaks of his palms as your gaze drilled into Changbin for making moves that you never thought he’d do. The man felt so much smaller under you, his biceps clenching suddenly at the tense atmosphere that he initiated.

You stepped away, releasing his hands, and softly smiled. “Binnie, you owe me a hearty dinner tonight.”

Changbin blinked. “Is that my punishment?”

“Yes and no,” you tapped his bicep and squeezed at his muscles. Your sultry voice returned briefly. “Why, do you want more?”

Changbin nodded almost a little too quickly to be subtle.

You turned around to face away from him and smirked.

“How about we go to the gym and find out?”

The trip on the way to the fitness center went on as it usually did, full of banter and tight hand-holding. Your boyfriend was extra giddy in the driver’s seat — he insisted on driving — and seemed way too excited for something just a little less special than a date. After all, this was your work, and he’s still your client.

That didn’t stop him from wanting to be yours for a day.

You both greeted Chris, your coworker, and Changbin’s right-hand man, and Minho, Changbin’s left-hand devil. They were both sparring until you two entered the picture. After handshakes and smiles, they noticed the subconsciously possessive hand of yours snaking around your boyfriend’s back.

They always had knowing grins and your boyfriend always looked like a bullied little dog whenever they teased him.

Whatever it was between you or the two friends, you shrugged it off and headed to the semi-private training room that Changbin liked. It was a four-walled room full of mirrors and equipment, almost always reserved for you and him, your personal training all upgraded to something much more personal now that everyone in the gym knew the both of you.

Shutting the door behind you, your boyfriend let out a giggle. You turned to see him hiding a smile with a dumb look on his face as if he was aching to tell you a joke. You lightly tapped his cheek and he shrugged it off with a downturned smile.

“Anyway, silly boy, we’re here to work out your upper body and arm strength,” you headed over to set up the equipment, yet Changbin’s eyes wouldn’t stop following your figure as you spoke. You could feel the stare right onto your ass, his favorite part of your body, and it felt nasty yet comfortably familiar.

“Binnie, please pass me the—”

“Hmm…” Changbin crossed his arms, pretending to stand inattentively.

You blinked. Tapped your shoe to grab his attention. Nothing worked, and your boyfriend — your client — just looked at his reflection in the mirror, biting back a grin with sharp teeth.

“Bin?” You called out to him. “Baby.” No response. “Bun, bunny.” The eyes that were once on your ass seemed to look away, settling for your impending reaction.

“Seo Changbin.”

He whipped his head your way, feigning surprise, but you didn’t miss the way the corners of his lips turned upwards for a split second. He loved hearing his name, loved it so goddamn much that he’d tease you this way just to hear it fall from your lips, no matter how stoically you called him. If it meant that you would succumb just to say his full name, a sign that you were his, then that meant he won in his own book.

“Mhmm? Oh right, what’d you say?”

If he was going to play some stupid game again, you were definitely catching on, and you were going to fucking win it.

“Put the bench down here.”

Changbin’s ears were impossibly red again at the sternness of your voice, but he scoffed, appearing like the overconfident self that he wanted to be to you. He grabbed the bench, sure, but he hovered it just above the spot you wanted him to place it on.

“I said put it down.”

He dropped the bench down with a loud thud. His eyes shifted back and forth between you and his pathetic reflection in the mirror.

You smirked at yourself after watching his natural obedience shine past his antics. “How about we try something?”

Changbin shook off his nervousness to listen to your inquiry.

“Plank with me underneath.” Your voice was stern, eyes all strict on his figure; if an outsider was watching, they wouldn’t know that you were looking at your very own boyfriend.

He merely scoffed in response.

“Extra bossy today, huh?” Changbin smirked at you, the shit-eating grin leaving your heart burning.

You’ve seen that smile before: he flashed that smirk often, teasing you especially whenever he sent you mirror selfies from his apartment with suggestive follow-up voicemails. It made you laugh every single time how tough he tried to look, flexing whatever muscle he wanted and texting like he was going to ruin you; only to look like a piece of dumb melted mess whenever you teased back with the promise of breaking his cock.

And now, of all times, you couldn’t back down. “Of fucking course. Aren’t you forgetting who’s boss?”

Changbin wiggled an eyebrow, knowing he was pushing exactly the right buttons. “You already know.”

“I don’t care. Remind me who your personal trainer is,” you sternly said.

A whisper left his lips. “It wasn’t supposed to be you,” he subtly said, but you unfortunately picked up on it.

The dark stare you gave him was all he needed to realize what he had done, mouthing “oh shit.” All he could do now was expect you to double down on whatever you were already doing.

He fucked up, pushing the one last button too early — but he loved that he did, and maybe you did, too.

“Who’s your trainer?” You walked behind his figure on the weight bench. The reflection of your menacing stance in the mirror in front of Changbin left him nervous, his heart skipping a beat as he watched you trace a hand down his back.

You grabbed him: one hand pushing his upper back down while the other hugged his hips upwards. With full force, you caught your boyfriend off-guard by making him fall on all fours on the bench in one singular motion.

“Who is it?” You reiterated, ignoring the long whine that escaped him.

“…Y-You, babe. I-It’s…you—” The words left his mouth all chopped up in stutters.

“I need a name.”

“Y/N,” Changbin whimpered before biting his lips to smile again.

“Seo Y/N.”

If he hadn’t pushed enough, then he did now. It was your job to tease but he was catching on. “Don’t play with me.”

“You know you l-like it. You love my name—”

His response earned him a sudden and firm slap on his ass. The boy cried out, his smile replaced by a scrunched face, his giggle replaced by a full moan.

“Filthy little gym brat,” you hissed.

You grabbed a fistful of his curly hair, forcing him to stare up at your reflection in the mirror alongside his pre-fucked-out face. “That’s what you are. Some dumb little workout junkie who thinks of nothing but their trainer’s ass.”

Changbin subtly turned his head in an attempt to look at your actual face. “You’d do the same if I was your trainer.”

“That’s what you think, rat.” You spanked his ass again, this time allowing it to sting through his thin shorts. “At least I’m not a weak little submissive toy of a man like you.”

He whimpered again, this time sounding pained. You thought it was from the spank itself but immediately figured that he was attempting not to leak precum in his shorts. His cock strained against his pants painfully. How cute.

“Y/N! Please, please!” Changbin hissed.

In a twisted attempt to worsen his situation, you sneaked your hand under his shorts to grope one of his ass cheeks, your nails digging into the spank mark. “Please what?”

“F-Fuck…” He attempted to speak straight, holding back drool from spilling out of his mouth by biting his lips back. He stared at you through the mirror with glossy eyes. The hearts in his pupils shined through his bangs, affecting you as if they were aphrodisiacs.

“Please fuck me?”

Without a doubt, his bratty antics were getting to you, but you merely smirked back at him. The same grin he flashed you earlier now pasted on your face, mirroring everything he did from the ego boost down to the annoying scoff that left his mouth. Only yours was more sadistic, infuriating, yet all sorts of hot and addicting.

Changbin anticipated your response, the brattiness leaving him, faux fear inching close to his heart.

“Do you really think you deserve that?”

He tried to whine but nothing could escape his mouth. He was incredibly hard and his poor little fat dick couldn’t take it anymore. Maybe if he didn’t rush his flirtatious antics before you two got into the gym, he would’ve changed into looser shorts that could actually give his cock some breathing room.

What’s worse is that you probably knew this but never gave him — nor his cock — the mercy to breathe.

Changbin settled on shaking his head, his scalp stinging a little from the hold of your hand on his curls. At his response, you forcibly let go of the hand, pushing his head down slightly, making his head bow in painful humiliation.

A delicious whimper made its way out of his mouth.

“I’m here to train you,” you said, your other hand still firm on his ass, “I will train you to be patient, hmm? I’m not your partner now.”

You squeezed his ass one last time before removing your hand from his shorts. “I’m your coach for now, you’re my client, yeah? I’ll fuck you if you’ve been good enough.”

Changbin simply nodded his head eagerly. You chuckled darkly, impressed at your brat’s sudden obedience.

“Now, where were we?” You slapped your palms on his round and bouncy pecs. “Oh right.”

You got on your knees down to meet his eye level, him elevated as he was supported by the bench. You looked like you could kiss him, or if he stood up then you would suck him off, or maybe eat his ass in that position — but you simply grinned, laying down with your back to the floor and front facing up under Changbin.

“Do a bench plank with me underneath. One minute and thirty seconds. Go.”

Poor guy had the most agonizing minute and a half of his life.

The sight of you, winning at the game he set, and teasing him with the nastiest curl of your dark smile left him struggling when he usually never did. He could’ve gone on for possibly two minutes or more, he never tested the limit, but maybe he hit it when he was forced to stare at you.

“Thirty. Thirty-one. Thirty-two.” The husky timbre of your voice rang in his head as you counted the seconds down, a daunting timer right underneath him. He couldn’t believe himself, that he tried to become an annoying brat — and he never expected such a return.

But what was he supposed to expect from you — the partner he bagged through fucking in the very same gym he was struggling to work out in.

Changbin’s cock was straining, raging boner only ever getting harder while staring at you and your body that he loved so much. He couldn’t say a word, mutter a single word of worship even if he wanted to; he was still keeping up the act, refusing to succumb to the game he was still trying not to lose.

Maybe he already did, but he’s stubborn, just as you found him out to be.

“Fifty. Fifty-one, fifty-two…”

Flowing through his popping veins, his blood heated up his entire body when he was just planking, a simple warm-up exercise, as he fell into the pit of disbelief that you held the reigns and all the power even while being physically under him. He felt humiliated, less than the confident man he wanted to be, feeling smaller and significantly less strong than he actually was.

“Eighty-seven, eighty-eight, eighty-nine…”

At some point, he felt like giving up, like bucking his elbows and letting go of the bench. That unfortunately meant that he would drop onto your body and crush you, losing the game and, more importantly, hurting you.

It was beyond a game at that point. His nerves were fighting themselves, he wanted to cum, to drop onto your hips and just be fucked by your body. He was so ready to admit defeat, but he couldn’t at the cost and real fucking risk of crushing you.

Crushing the body he so loved. The collection of parts that made up the whole that is you, the one he fell in love with. The curves and sharp edges that framed your plush skin and contours, the hairs that grow in directions that flatter you. There’s something in the way the sight of your body places him in a trance; perhaps because it is the very body that houses the person he loves, his coach, the one who loves him, the one who knows how to love him. And god, you were strong, strong enough to bear his weight, but his anxiety boiled all the way down his crotch.

Can’t crush the body he loves.

He didn’t want that. Of course, you wouldn’t want that. He shut his eyes and listened to your voice instead of the thought. His sweat dropped from his forehead and neck down to your cheek, making you chuckle. The lightness of your laugh relieved him a little, but also made him harder, his hips wishing to line up against yours.

Of course, you noticed. Of course, you knew how badly he wanted you. You pulled your knee up and brushed it against his crotch.

“One hundred!”

Changbin yelled loudly at the action and your last count, failing to realize that he had gone ten seconds past a minute and a half. He tensely let go of the bench, only to catch himself painfully with his elbows and propping his body just inches above yours.

He flinched more at the fact that you barely flinched rather than the last-minute save down on your body.

“Good job, Binnie. You went beyond the time limit!”

Cock aching between his legs, Changbin resisted to call for a restroom break as he knew you would’ve humiliated him. He would want that, but not in the way he truly needed. He craved your validation in the form of proper disciplining, wishing to bring out that side of you, his coach.

But lord was your praise music to his ears.

If he had a tail, he’d be wagging it then.

The workouts went on for what seemed like hours of agony and his cock wouldn’t soften at all.

He did more reps on the pulldown machine than usual. It didn’t help that you hovered over him with your ass just above his hips as his back ached and arched at each pull. He looked beautiful, *fuckable,*especially when he complained slightly about doing another set at your command.

“Another?”

“Why, can’t do it?”

“What if I said no—”

You pulled the bar down with his arms in a sudden burst of strength, stretching his entire upper body, making Changbin groan so loud it might’ve echoed beyond the private room.

“You’re doing it anyway, that’s a demand.”

Then he got on the bench press while you hovered over his crotch. You counted the reps as he tried to focus on the heavy barbells. Your ass teased him, luscious hips just above his own in a way that made him feel like throwing the weights and pushing you down on his cock instead.

Turns out that wait is more tiring than weights.

Then you commanded him to use the sit-up machine while your lips were dangerously close to his every time he curled up. Then you took him to the chest press and forced him to stare at you, not your ass in the mirror behind him. Every single other exercise felt like another lap down the circles of hell.

He also did elevated push-ups on the bench as you sat on his lower back. The tease of your ass against the back of his hips drove him insane.

You spanked his ass again and he almost came then and there.

He was heaving, not just from the muscle soreness, but also from the thought that you could just fuck his ass in this position if you could — but alas, you held it over his head, and he was just a “filthy fucking gym brat.”

You could feel your veins popping as he smirked at you upon accomplishing his last set, only to feel satisfaction when he ducked his head and pouted when you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Don’t get too cocky, rat.” Your hand found his right bicep and held the firm, exhausted muscles.“How about I check your progress, hmm?”

A finger ran across the grooves of his shoulder blades and defined collarbones. “Oh, this rat did so well after all.” You ran your knuckles against the firm skin, feeling his biceps flex under your bones. Changbin shuddered at the touch, affecting him mentally and physically.

But god was your lovely voice making it so much worse. “Body got so much prettier.”

So was your teasing. “And you’re still so eager.”

You pointed straight at his erection while your other palm squeezed his strong forearm. He hated the teasing, or loved it; he isn’t too sure. Before he could say anything, feel the humiliation creep in for being a huge pervert, you bent down — and intentionally showed the curvature of your ass — to pick up a bottle.

“Does my baby want a treat?” You offered the treat in the form of a bottle of his favorite energy drink, still all cold even after being sat on the floor throughout the entirety of the workout.

The boy was thirsting, sure, but he wanted to quench a different kind of thirst. If the short yet thick tent on his crotch was any indication, then it was the darkened gaze that suddenly flickered in his eyes when he stared at you.

“No.”

A bratty side was returning and you hated that same lopsided smile on his small, puffy mouth.

“I want Y/N.”

You fiercely grabbed him by his cheeks, pinching your thumb and index finger down onto the softness of his cheeks. Your boyfriend’s luscious lips puckered at the pressure, but he tried to look less cute in your hands with a little tinge of failure.

“Demanding now, are we? You’re gonna have to train more if you think you deserve me.” You dug your nails harder into the skin of his cheeks. “What are we here for again?”

No response. Your nails sunk in more, making your boyfriend whimper. “Answer me.”

“Training.”

You let go. “Good. Training for?”

“M-My body.”

“Yes,” your voice softened. “For your pretty body.” You felt up his muscles, fingers walking across the thin fabric of his shirt and dancing around his firm, sweating skin. The threads were cool due to his sweat yet his skin was warm under your touch, the blood of a full-body blush creeping just within his veins, flesh reddening where it’s most sensitive — which is everywhere your hands graced.

“Such a glorious thing. So thick. So firm. So smooth, so beautiful.” Fallen into a trance at your warm words and touching, Changbin grew lightheaded, losing sense of thought almost completely even if he was feeling all sorts of emotions at once.

With a dark voice, you asked him an important question. “My baby worked out so well. But you’re missing something, why are you really here?”

Everything had to be mustered up for him to even reply. “To be…a good boy.”

Dumbing down, he felt his head spinning at your touch. He couldn’t form full sentences as he grew dumb, but he tried, and you could feel him trying. He still wanted to impress you but you had him drunk on the thought of you.

At this point, his poor cock had been edged past his record limit, but he hadn’t backed down to rub one out even in the private room with you.

Even if he wanted to. God, it would be nice, being sat with his back laid flat on the bench while your glorious ass cheeks bounced on his fat cock—

“I don’t think we’re done though.”

Feeling the grooves of his well-carved muscles, relishing in the subtle instinctive flexes, you felt a burn inside your heart just above the chest. Changbin was shaking ever so slightly, judged by the mere touch of your fingertips, a lovely little tactile feeling all contrasted with the flaming intent of your actions.

“I want more from you. How much can you lift again?”

Dryness caught itself in Changbin’s throat. “M-More than…130 kilos…”

“How about we see who’s stronger?”

“Baby—” Realizing how deep your pupils seemed to drill themselves into him, he changed terms of endearment. “Coach, what do you mean?”

“I lift you, then you lift me. Let’s see who’s stronger then. Got it?”

The matter-of-factly tone of voice and hands on your own hips got Changbin reeling. He especially loved seeing your displays of strength, something you were ironically subtle about even as his own trainer.

Is it bad that he got more excited to watch you outdo him than to prove you wrong? He hadn’t realized yet, but he was losing his own game.

This gym session was going overtime.

“You gotta be stronger than me to pass.”

Squatting before him, you looked up at him with shiny eyes as you readied yourself to carry your big boy.

He thought he would look unattractive from the lower angle however you digressed. His tummy became more apparent, one of your favorite parts of his body, alongside his ass.

It was no secret that the both of you were obsessed with each other’s bottoms. He wanted yours in a way that a hungry man would want to savor the food he’d finally get. You wanted to finger his as if his plump, round, and firm cheeks weren’t an invitation to be violated.

Maybe you should finger him.

Maybe you’d do it after lifting him off the ground.

“Holy—woah, Y/N, woah woah! Put me down!”

“Ah. Won’t put you down for a minute, I kind of like the heaviness.” You lifted him up by snaking a strong arm around his hip and supporting his heavy upper body with your other arm. “You weren’t this big before.”

You spanked his ass one more time, watching the jiggly form recoil, until you held it firmly in your hand.

“Now, I’m sorry Binnie, but I can’t resist you.”

While holding him up, you slammed both of your bodies against the wall, making sure not to break the mirror behind Changbin or hurt him in the process. After realizing that it had only gotten his cock pulsating in his shorts, you made the wise decision to pull it down.

The yelp that Changbin let out was to die for.

You hastily pulled his shirt all the way up to his mouth, forcing him to bite onto the fabric as his belly and chest exposed themselves to you with the prettiest subtle bounces. They had been freshly worked out, skin glistening and glowing from his sweat. Each form of his pecs and the round firmness of his tummy was detailed enough to make you admire it even more than when it would naturally be while relaxed.

Every side of him was attractive, whether or not he worked out, but the view of his exposed body made your core tingle with delight.

Tracing a finger up his stomach, you felt up his skin until the dip of his chest. His cleavage was extra prominent, especially in the way you squeezed his body between your own and the wall. You played with the space before your fingers settled on pinching his nipple.

Of course, you were aware of his sensitivity around his chest, and that made you intentionally tease him even more.

Changbin let out a muffled cry, drool pooling in the fabric of his shirt where his mouth clamped on it. You still held him up, but this time, you adjusted your hold by throwing his leg up and over your arm. He shuddered at the action and then at the realization of what was to come.

Before he could even think, your finger dug into his exposed asshole, and prodded it open.

Changbin bit down and cried, writhing in your arm and attempting to grab anything. He settled on holding onto your shoulders as he felt your finger enter him even deeper.

His cock seemed to move painfully on its own. It twitched rapidly as the heavy dick was left unattended but his ass clenched around you in the same way.

Figuring that your boyfriend already had enough stimulation going on in your little game, you decided to make it worse by sucking on the nipple you pinched earlier.

At this point, Changbin’s mind had gone completely hazy, all thoughts fogged out as he could only focus on the pleasure on opposite ends of his body. Your tongue swirled around his hardened nipple as your lips sucked around the skin of his tit. Your finger was joined by another digit, slowly going as to let him adjust to the sensations. His prostate was getting violated, used, and abused, but it only spurred the both of you on to keep going.

And then you went merciless on him.

Your fingers curled against his sweet spot before getting pulled away, only to push back as soon as Changbin attempted to whine; his subconscious obedience proved itself to manifest as he dropped the bratty act and kept his mouth clamped around his shirt. He made muffled noise after muffled noise, tearing up and drooling, wishing for his cock to be satisfied. He was close, dangerously so, and you could feel it in the way his balls started to grow heavy against your wrist.

Denying him relief, you moved on to suck on his other nipple, picking up the pace in which you fingered your boyfriend.

He threw his head back against the mirror with a loud thud but he could care less. Your other arm’s hold around his body kept him in place but also flexed enough to make him feel all of you.

Maybe it was subconscious possessiveness. Maybe it was the need to keep his melting body up. Maybe it was the lone sensation of being surrounded by muscles and also being penetrated by muscles that made Changbin—

“No, you’re not cumming yet baby.”

Your lips left his chest with a pop and your big boyfriend ducked his head in response. You pulled the shirt off his mouth and dragged it down while your other arm set him down on the ground.

Still shaky, Changbin grew confused and frustrated — not at you, but at the denial of relief once more.

“Time to show your strength Bin. Show me what you got—”

Changbin hastily pinned your body to the mirror wall as well, breathing heavily while holding your body by the hip.

Just as you held him practically with one arm only, he did the same, this time using the other to pull your own bottoms down to reveal your ass.

“Please, Y/N, p-please, ‘m so needy.” Changbin was out of breath, brain still jumbled from being fucked mercilessly in the ass. “Can’t take…anymore…please, please…”

He mustered up every single bit in him to form sentences. The poor thing’s bicep wrapped around your ass as if he could never let you go. “Wanna fuck coach, please, let me fuck you.”

It would’ve been a grave sin to detach from you at any moment. His hunger for your body had grown past his primal instinct and now he had been craving you like crazy.

“What’s gotten you so horny?” You had to ask, shocked at the drooling, sweating, blushed-up mess of a man that you still proudly call yours.

“Couldn’t…stop staring at you. Since earlier. S-Since last night. Since yesterday. Couldn’t get my mind off you.” The words that fell from his mouth graced your ears as slowly as possible yet tasted sweeter than ever.

Praises and worship left his mouth at a rapid rate as he felt up your body lazily with his free hand. “You’re just…so strong…Y/N, you drive me crazy.” Changbin kissed any inch of skin he could get. “I really love you, you know that?”

“Of course. I love you too and you are mine.”

Your response made Changbin shiver, evident in the breathy whine he let out. “I promise I’ll be your baby b-bunny forever. Your strong bunny.” Your boyfriend shook as his mouth left love bites on your neck. “I’m obsessed with you, I love you, I love you, I—”

You shushed your boyfriend’s mindless mumbling with a deep kiss, one that Changbin had been craving for hours. He relished in anything that was you, felt like you, tasted like you, and he couldn’t bear to bring out the bratty act once you finally planted your lips on his.

Sighing into your mouth, he shuddered, leaning into your touch and pouting again to receive more of your love. You smiled in response, teasing ever so slightly, before returning the favor with a dart of your tongue.

Changbin’s arms shot up to hold onto you for support, the strong man crumbling under you. What was better was that you held him up, your own arms circling his body again, the grip from every inch of your body around his putting him steadily in his place.

Then you squeezed.

“Fuck, coach, you—” Then you pinned him down on the bench. “Y/N!”

“Hush, boy, aren’t you so excited?” You chuckled as you repositioned yourself and him. “Wanna fuck your coach so bad?”

“Please! Please, I tried to be good!”

Adjusting your hold on him, you gently laid him down on the bench and abandoned your bottoms completely. “Aw. Not so much of a brat now, are you?” You shuffled your hips to hover over his thick, desperate cock.

“Deep down you’re just a pathetic little boy, yeah?”

“Y-Yeah,” Changbin whimpered mindlessly. “Couldn’t be a brat!”

All you could do was laugh while lining up the entrance of your ass with his tip. “So why’d you try?”

“Because…” He choked on the lump in his throat.“Y-You’re so hot when you’re strict, Y/N…”

You shoved your ass down onto his cock in one fell swoop, enveloping your boyfriend whole.

It was known ever since the beginning that he loved anal; your first bit of sex in the very same gym was telling enough, but he loved giving and receiving in both ways. He loved the dirtiness but also the fact that the both of you prepare and clean yourselves well for it “just in case” it comes up.

This scene was one of those emergency moments that you were glad you both prepared for. Otherwise, you would’ve had the worst time adjusting to Changbin’s sheer girth.

His size was something he had never truly believed to be astounding, but even with your strength, you couldn’t help but lose a bit of yourself to it. The girth was to die for: even if his cock didn’t reach deep, it was heavy, loaded, and big enough to stretch your ass wide. As you lifted your ass before slamming it back down, the feeling of your behind being opened and filled despite the tightness felt amazing.

Changbin felt like crying at your first strokes. He always loved it when you two fucked or made love, but shit, he basically edged himself the whole time in the gym. He had never done such a thing, most especially while putting up a brat act, but every single morsel of thought flew right out of his head as your ass picked up the pace and took him whole.

Somehow, you’d both become sopping wet as you both met in the middle once, twice, thrice, four times — you’d lost count, unable to keep the seconds and rounds of body slamming as you would’ve earlier.

You couldn’t help but moan from the pleasure, making Changbin hold you using all of his limbs with the last bits of strength in him. The both of you knew that he wouldn’t last.

A heat was pooling in your stomach as well, sliding all the way down to your crotch just in front of your ass. While his cock hit the sweet spot in your hole over and over, you could feel your own orgasm building quickly alongside your boyfriend’s.

Neither of you could care less about the mess you were about to make.

Quickly picking up the pace, you slammed your hips down over and over again and pressed your hands against his chest, rubbing his nipples and soothing the sore muscle. The stimulation grew far too much and too fast, but Changbin was so lost in the ecstasy that he couldn’t complain, and he grew so physically tired that he couldn’t hold you off.

Despite the hurt in his cock he still didn’t want to stop you.

“S-So fucking…close…holy shit, Y/N, gonna cum!”

“Cum inside me,” you demanded.

Fully shaking, Changbin dug his fingers into your thighs with all his remaining might and held you in place, shooting load after load from his poor, aching cock deep into your plush walls.

He was so warm, his release filling you with a certain nastiness that you loved so much. You could tell how much he saved all of it from the amount he shot into you. It even started spilling despite the fact that you stilled in place, unable to move from the force of his hands pulling you down. Maybe his training on the pulldowns earlier helped him with it.

But you were both far from done.

You kissed Changbin on his plush lips and sighed in faux contentment. “Binnie baby, you filled me well…” He could only mouth “thank you” in reply.

Then you pulled his sore body up after pushing yourself off his sore cock. “But I want more.”

His eyes widened in a mix of surprise and fear at the prospect of you using his spent cock more than he intended. This might’ve been the punishment he wanted, but it was nothing like what he’d expected.

Making matters worse, you sat behind him and suddenly wrapped your arm around his neck. The other hand found his cock and both arms squeezed, locking Changbin in your hold.

The boy moaned the loudest he had ever done in his entire life.

“Gonna fuck you like this,” you said as you pumped his cock at a rapid pace, “I’ll milk you dry.”

Your words left Changbin gasping, moaning, whimpering, and whining like a trapped dog. The tears in his eyes flooded down as he struggled to adjust in your arms, but god, you were far stronger than you displayed earlier. He barely had any strength left to push you off, to wiggle out, to even form a coherent enough sentence or word.

Was it bad that he liked it this way?

Changbin could only tremble. He moaned your name deliciously over and over as your hand pumped his fat cock from the tip all the way down to his balls at a breakneck pace. You softened the headlock slightly to make him breathe, but the flexing of your forearm drove your boyfriend past the point of self-control. He was overstimulated in every single way.

Again, it was the strength display. The fact that you were putting such a huge man like him in his place. You rendered him unable to function, tired him out until he became putty in your arms, and now you had him caged like a real rat. You flexed your forearm again and Changbin let out a severely choked out whimper.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He came non-stop with his head rolled back to your shoulder, curly bangs covering the fucked-out face he gave you from the sheer amount of pleasure.

Overstimulation sent him over the edge though, making him cum again and again. You could even feel the vein on his cock pop and pulsate under your palm. The lone fact that it only seemed to soften after a few more shots of cum on Changbin’s own belly and on your hand made you feel powerful.

“My tamed brat, my good boy.”

The praise made Changbin see stars. You saw the hearts in his eyes as he struggled to look back at you.

Wholly dumb and unable to move, your boyfriend simply lay in your arms and you both sat there for a moment. You pet Changbin’s fluffy hair with one arm and rubbed his belly with the other, playing with the cum on his tummy before you two shifted in your seats.

A year or so ago, you two had been in the same dilemma and position as you were. You and Changbin were both sweaty and exhausted, his head rested on your shoulder, unable to move. The both of you relished in the glow of being fucked nasty in the gym with your clothes barely hanging onto your bodies, soiled with sweat and cum — it sounded disgusting, but it was the reality that you two had to face with your puffy cheeks.

Lord knows how agonizing the cleanup would’ve been if you weren’t going to do it with your boyfriend at least.

Guilty at the mess he made, Changbin kissed your face everywhere and mumbled to “take care of it” as he attempted to stand up — only to groan in pain after the soreness hit all of his muscles at once. You laughed and supported his weight with your own. Unable to register how you’re still managing, you guided him up and took mops, towels, and bottles of isopropyl alcohol.

Everyone knew you two were lovebirds, but nobody could use this room after you tainted it with an atmosphere of pure sin.

It’s funny though, you thought; Changbin’s goofy self returned in full force, albeit in a tired body, but still entertained you enough to keep your spirits up while cleaning the room. He hummed, giggled at you, nudged his face into your arm, and even sniffed at you as a joke.

It was your silly signal to take a break in a shower together within the adjacent locker rooms that, somehow, were empty then.

Perfectly enough, you two took a single stall together and showered together just as you two were accustomed to doing. This time was a little more special, the deja vu of the first meeting settling in as you happily scrubbed your boyfriend’s once-sweaty scalp. He was too tired to do it to himself he returned the favor by cleaning you too. The rest of the shower was quiet save for a few “I love you’s” and light chuckles.

He gave your back a peck before drying it, relishing in your natural scent and the aroma of the post-shower lotion. You dressed him up in your extra clothes the same way that he dressed you up too, feeling at home even in a slightly public space.

Home was wherever Changbin was, in the same way, you were his home as well.

Back to the reality of the messy room, you handed him a mop and he grimaced.

“Hey, Y/N, slap my wrist next time I try to act bratty. That’s not really me.”

Your reaction must’ve been funny, as your face earned Changbin a hearty giggle.

“Then who might this just-as-handsome asshole-ish guy be?”

“I’m thinking Changbin would be a fitting name.”

“Ew.” You grimaced in the same way he did earlier. “And you should be jealous of him?”

“Nah. ‘Cause I know you love The Seo Changbin only.”

You snorted at him and threatened to swipe his leg with the mop. He laughed and snorted back. He liked the idea of poking fun at you with his own name so much that he pulled it thrice.

“Say, I owe you dinner tonight, right bun?” He huddled closer to you, the comfortable distance only growing warmer. It was touching to know that he remembered your silly claim from earlier, softening your heart. You got excited to listen as his ideas for hearty food were always right, a privilege you unlocked by having a lifestyle journalist wrapped around your finger.

“Mhmm. Gotta heal from that ass-kicking I gave you.” You bumped the side of your hip onto him, but he blushed as the slight memory of half an hour ago flashed before his eyes.

“Anyway! I know a cozy restaurant just downtown that serves banger seafood. It’s the side branch of that beachside bar I told you about.” Changbin went on to describe his recommendation.

Your eyes lit up at the idea. “Wow, your lifestyle writing really takes you places, huh?”

“Yeah, but actually,” Changbin raised his index finger, “I discovered it through my side gig’s talent, Chan—I mean CB.”

You paused and raised an eyebrow back. “…Interesting. Tell me about it.”

“How about I just show you?”

As if on cue, you both heard a punch, then a comically loud groan that sounded like Minho. Following it was an even louder apology from Chris. The other end of the gym must’ve been busier than you two, you thought.

The laughs that escaped both of your chests filled the air of the private room. It was one of many beats in your relationship that you shared with him often but it’s still an unconfined joy to have with him. You could live in the banter and tiny conversations forever, even the bratty behavior he displayed only cemented how much you loved the man even if he made your heart burn and filled your ass up.

Brats used to be off-limits until you brought him to his limit, and now it’s all you could ever think about.

Changbin expected punishment but only got rewarded with your love and warmth in the end. It’s a mission he successfully failed and a game you aimlessly won.

As you two walked out of the fitness center, wobbling in your steps back to the car, you fought over who’d be the driver. You won again, and Changbin fell asleep angelically in the backseat. At least then you’d wake him up with the hearty meal he recommended.

Even after all this time, your client — and boyfriend — never changed the love he had, has, and always will have for you. He might as well renew his gym subscription under your name even after the gym closes.

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[borathae]

"Yoongi can’t talk right now. He is so ruined and it’s only been seconds. This is going to be the biggest torture you ever made him go through. Being touched and licked should have prepared him for your pussy, but it didn’t. When you played with him, Yoongi noticed the spell but it felt more like very intense edging to him. He is starting to realise that this is so much more."

Pairing: Vampire!Yoongi x Witch!Reader

Genre: established relationship!AU, Smut, domestic Fluff

Warnings: switch!Yoongi, switch!Reader, this goes from Dom to subbiest!Yoongi, he is all cocky at first but then turns into the whiniest baby, i love when men submit :), he spanks her casually and talks about putting her over his lap, it’s not in a sex related context but with heavy sexual undertones, she is such a tease when she subs ahaha, and a sexy demon when she Doms, explicit flirting, dirty talk, istfg the tension between them, a lil bit of dry humping, sex spells, magical orgasm control, strength & size kink, she lifts him onto the counter to feel him up, stripping, he sits on her lap as she gives him a handjob, edging, praise, good boy kink, she calls him kitten, he calls her Mistress, begging, sexy possessiveness, messy nipple sucking, blowjob, deep throating, CBT, masochist!Yoongi, she rides him, his big vampire cock makes an appearance, so much cum besties, subby boy tears, his fangs make an appearance too, she fucks him into non-verbal subspace, dollification in the sense that he can't move anymore cause it feels so gooood, this is both the kinkiest sex ever but also deeply emotional for him, you know me there's gonna be an emotional conversation at the end, they're in love :(

Wordcount: 11.4k

a/n: listen besties, you know my thoughts on them. i can't form any more words. i just love them and i want them to be happy always 🤎

“My love?” you say, sitting down next to him and draping your arm over his tummy.

He was lounging in his living room, writing lyrics in his notebook when you interrupted him. 

“What do you want?” he asks, not looking up.

“Why do you think that I want something?”

“You’ve got your needy princess voice on.” 

“I don’t have a needy princess voice”, you mumble with a pout. 

Yoongi lowers his pen and gives you a look, cocking his right brow up.

“Even if I do”, you give up, “you can at least give me a chance to voice it.”

He lowers his book to his lap and turns just a little so you are facing him better. 

“I’m all ears.”

“Okay so”, you begin by taking his hands and bouncing on the sofa excitedly, “I’ve been thinking and I wanna show you something.”

“Okay?”

“Here. This”, you place a piece of paper into his palm, “read it.” 

Yoongi sighs in defeat and reads whatever secret you put onto the paper. He looks attentive at first, but soon his expression changes into utter surprise and shock until landing on confusion.

“Where did you get this from? I didn’t show you that yet.”

You snicker mischievously, grabbing his thigh to shake his leg.

“What do you think of it?”

“I wanna know where you got this from. That’s not the magic we’ve been practicing.”

“Tae. He had this really interesting book on sex magic and he gave it to me and I went through lots of spells with him already. This was one of them.”

“Princess”, Yoongi says in his scolding voice, lowering his eyes at you, “what did I tell you about doing new magic behind my back?”

“Technically you said that I knew enough control these days that I can feel safe in myself.”

“Yeah and then I followed it up by telling you to discuss new magic with me before trying it. Perfect control doesn’t mean being master of all magic. You can still get hurt or hurt others. This is crazy”, he says, lifting the piece of paper to wave it in the air, “you’re not ready for this kinda stuff.”

“But I am.”

“What do you mean?” he squints his eyes, “princess, what did you do?” 

“I’m only gonna tell you if you promise not to get mad.”

He squints his eyes even harder, making it difficult for him to see. But he doesn’t need to see clearly right now, to see the utter mischief in your eyes. You may pretend to be sorry right now, but you aren’t. You are completely and utterly confident in your past sins and Yoongi is meant to accept them all. He loves that you feel safe enough with him to feel no fear in confessing to him, but he also hates that your trust in him means that you will act reckless way too frequently. 

“Fine”, he grumbles through gritted teeth, “I won’t get mad.”

“Okay so, I practiced with Tae. Many, many times until I was good at it. Then I practiced it on Tae and at first it didn’t work, but the second time we tried it I was able to control it for ten minutes. And by the third time we tried it, I managed to do it for an entire session.”

“Fucking hell, this is giving me a headache”, he murmurs, massaging the bridge of his own nose, “what else? I get a feeling that’s not it.” 

“Of course not. I did it a few more times with Tae and it went splendidly with all of them. And then I did it, okay so remember how Kook and I went on a camping trip?”

“You did it to Kook?!” Yoongi gasps, “are you outta your mind? Princess, don’t do that.”

“No, it’s not like that. I did it to him and it went well”, you calm him down, taking his hands, “it went really well. So well actually that I gave him a Ripper high without blood.”

Yoongi gawks. The silence between you and him is heavy, but not uncomfortable.

“I’m sorry, you did what?”

“I gave him a Ripper high without the blood, just by controlling his orgasms and making him cum really hard.”

“Stop fucking with me.” 

“I’m not. This actually happened. Ask Kook.”

Yoongi studies your face with distrust in his eyes.

“Go on, ask him”, you stress, shaking his arm.

“No, don’t be weird”, he whines and shakes you off, “I’m not gonna ask him that. Goddamn it princess, I wanna be so mad at you right now. You’re so reckless. Do you even have an idea what could have gone wrong? What you could have done? What-”

You silence him by kissing his lips. Deep and passionately. With your hands cradling his face and your tongue tasting his surprised gasps. Deeper. You need him to forget he ever wanted to be mad at you.

You climb his lap, hook your arms behind his head to pull him close. Yoongi sounds so utterly helpless underneath you. His thighs keep pressing together and his fingers cling to your body desperately. How obviously ruined he is. Just from simple kisses. 

You break them because you know that you’ve got him enchanted.

“Nothing happened”, you whisper. 

“If you think that I’m just okay with it because you kiss-” 

You kiss him again, even deeper than before.

Yoongi shakes you off, “princess, stop that. You-”

You pull him back into the kiss, silencing his growl of complaint by stuffing his mouth with your tongue. His fingers twist your jumper at the back, his throat produces a small keen of helplessness. His tongue tangles with yours. He couldn’t even control it happening. It was instinct. 

Your fingers begin scratching him behind his ear. He’s sensitive there, resulting in his chest to rub against yours as he arches his back. 

He’s distracted. Good. Your plan has worked. 

You break the kiss again, basking in the desperate sigh he lets out. His pouty lips chase you. You know that he wants more. Good. He can’t think about scolding you if he craves your kiss.

You flutter your eyes open once you are far away enough that you can comfortably look at him. He has his head tilted back and his eyes half-lidded. They switch between staring at your lips and gazing at your eyes. 

“Don’t do that”, he whispers.

“Just needed you to shut up”, you answer him as your fingers play with his hair at the nape of his neck. You know how much this makes him shiver. He gets so weak because of hairplay.

Yoongi chuckles deeply, sliding his hands to your butt. He spanks you with both hands. Hard enough to make it tingle and to force your body to flinch into him instinctively. You even let out a surprised moan, arching your back. 

“Say shit like that again and I’ll put you over my lap”, he warns, rubbing the tender spots on your pulsating buttocks, “understood?”

“You’re being unreasonable”, you argue, earning yourself another spank. You had hoped that it would. It burns so good, making you sigh his name. 

“Are we understood?” he stresses as his big, manly hands rub your tender flesh. His touch feels addictive. 

“Yes”, you get out, “yes, we’re understood.”

“Good girl. I like you so much better when you listen”, he praises and runs his hands along your waist. Up and down, back and forth. His touch feels like electricity on your skin. 

“Yoongi”, you sigh, grinding on his lap instinctively. The spanking made you needy, “Yoongi, I wanna try the spell on you.”

His touch stops. Silence. His eyes are widened as he stares at you.

“I’m sorry?” he gets out.

“I wanna do it with you.” 

“Why do you wanna do that?” Yoongi gasps with widened eyes. 

“I don’t know, I just thought that it could be fun”, you say, shrugging your shoulders.

“You’re just gonna mess it up”, he is pretending to be against it. You can see it in his eyes. 

“I know that I can do it and you’re the only one who didn’t get to experience it yet”, you try harder.

“I’m three thousand years old. What makes you think I never experienced it before?”

“Because you were a brooding loner, who didn’t wanna be touched, for most of it”, you throw back.

“Wow”, he lets out and laughs. It’s heavy in amusement. His hands slide to your ass, taunting you because they aren’t lifting for a spanking again, “I was a perv for the first few centuries. You know that I was.” 

“Yeah well, then you didn’t experience it with me yet”, you throw back. 

Yoongi smirks. He’s so sexy when he does that you feel your heart flutter at the view. 

“I’m busy with lyrics.”

“That’s okay. We can do it whenever you have time.”

“Why are you doing this to me?”

“What do you mean?”

“Don’t act stupid”, he says and picks you up so he can lie you down on the sofa. He hovers above you, pressing his crotch against yours, “you’re so fucking wet already and you wanna act all innocent with me”, he rasps, rolling his hips into you, “as if I have the choice to still say no.”

“You always have a choice. You just gotta be stronger than your urges and stop getting affected by my smell.”

“You’re a brat”, he says as his amused smirk grows, “fuck, I wanna make you cry on my cock.”

You shudder. He’s driving you insane. He can be so dirty-mouthed if he wants to.

“You can only do that after I made you shake”, you tell him, earning yourself a deep growl from him.

“See? I have no fucking choice.”

“Yeah, you do.”

His eyes gleam in the thrill of this little game you are playing. He closes the distance between your lips, needing your kiss. The tug was too unbearable otherwise. He is so hungry for you. 

You however, turn your head away. It results in his lips to mouth at your jawline. He lets out a chuckled whine, dragging his fangs over your skin without pressure.

“Don’t deny me”, he whispers deeply.

“I don’t wanna kiss right now”, you lie, twisting his hair playfully.

“Yeah, you do. You just get off on being cruel”, he rasps and nibbles on the spot where your jawline meets your ear. 

“Maybe. Or maybe I just don’t wanna get lost in something which isn’t my plan.”

“Plans can change.”

“No”, you laugh and push at his chest harsh enough that he has to sit up. You sit up as well. Your legs are tangled together, your middles pressed closed. “Not this plan. I still have lots to do. Potions to brew and bottles to fill, so you still have a few hours to think about your answer.”

“And if I say no?”

“Then you can have my kiss and you can make me cry on your cock.”

“See? That sounds like a good plan.”

“Definitely, but I also know that you’re only pretending to be against my plan.” 

Yoongi chuckles, cocking his right brow up.

“Brat”, he says, making you grin victoriously. 

“Yeah, I know”, you say and untangle yourself from him. You get up from the couch even if Yoongi tries so hard to keep you with him. In the end however, his hands slip from your hips and he is left feeling cold and desperate while you look down at him.

You run your hand through his hair. Yoongi tilts his head back instantly, looking at you with half-lidded eyes. 

“Think about it”, you tell him, “I gotta go back to work.”

You step back, but Yoongi manages to snatch your hand. He holds it tightly, guiding it to his lips so he can kiss it. 

“Stay. Don’t go”, he begs, looking up at you with pleading puppy eyes.

You really want to stay. Hell, you want to kiss him and touch him and allow him to make you feel so good that you cry. But you can’t. The game of chase is too much fun with him and you know for a fact that Yoongi loves it just as much. There are many occasions where you turn each other on without acting on it instantly. The thrill of denial and the desperate hunt which follows, makes the sex all the more intense. 

“I’m sorry, I can’t”, you tell him and slip your hand out of his hold.

“Princess”, he pleads, but you step back.

“I’m in my kitchen. Yeah?” you tell him and turn to leave.

“Fuck”, Yoongi drops in the sofa, running his hand through his hair, “you’re so fucking cruel.”

You are in the doorframe, looking over your shoulder. The playful smirk you send him, makes him crazy.

“See you later”, you coo and finally turn to truly leave. 

You spend the next hours getting needier and needier. You just can’t stop imagining all the possibilities of tonight and as your mind produced vivid images of Yoongi being lost in pleasure, it couldn’t help but wander to past evenings with him. Shared moments of intense pleasure run through your mind and make you all the more desperate for him. It may sound peculiar, but you love those feelings. Thinking about sex with him is just as exciting as actual sex with him. You love swimming on those thoughts and especially when you know that your near future will include sexy times with him. The knowledge makes the fantasising just all the more sweet.

You managed to fill an impressive amount of potions in the time you thought about Yoongi. 

You made a deal with Maël and the Seville pack to deliver potions for the upcoming blue moon next week. The wolves want to strengthen their lifespan and asked you to deliver the needed potions for it. The ritual will be a werewolf only event, but you are allowed to see the preparations with the explanation that you are Min Yoongi’s mate. It is honestly remarkable which places you are allowed to enter without question because you are his love. It is also very nerve-wrecking to think about which important people trust your magic because they know that Yoongi has his entire trust in you. You are obviously excited about all the opportunities, but if you told your past self what kind of life she would be living one day and what kind of job she would be pursuing, she would have called you crazy. You’re a witch, delivering potions to an established and highly important werewolf pack and you are helping your vampire Creator mate keep the peace between the supernatural factions. Goddamn, your life is awesome.

There is a sudden knock on your door. Your heart does somersaults in your chest, your knees almost give up on you. He is here. Yoongi is finally here. You check the clock. It’s not even been two hours. It felt so much longer than that however.

“Yes?” you call out, trying to sound as nonchalant as possible.

The door opens and in steps Yoongi. He seems to have taken a shower as he is in a rope and nothing else. The rope is black with golden dragons on the material and a golden belt. His long raven hair is tied into a bun.

“Oh? Hey there”, you tell him as calmly as possible, while your heart is almost giving up in your chest. You pretend to be busy with wrapping rope around the potion necks, whilst in reality you are just waiting for him to make a move.

The door locks.

Your heart races even more.

Yoongi is by your side within seconds, wrapping his arms around you from behind and connecting his lips with the side of your neck. His big hands squeeze you while his strong arms pull you against him. You stumble because of it, but Yoongi holds you with enough strength that you barely even notice the stumble. He sways you from side to side slowly, helping you instantly float on the sensation of being close.

You feel light-headed. Fantasising about being intimate with him made you so sensitive that his neck kisses feel like paradise right now. 

“You were being fucking awful with the shit you pulled”, Yoongi rasps, “telling me all this shit and then just leaving. You think I was able to actually be productive these past two hours?” 

You can feel his voice against your back. You press yourself closer because of it.

“I was just saying. It was just an idea.”

“Stop fucking around”, he warns, guiding his lips to the shell of your ear, “you knew what you were doing.”

You smile. Of course you knew what you were doing, that’s why you did it in the first place.

“And what is your answer?” you ask him.

“If we are gonna do this, I need you to promise me not to tell anyone.”

“Of course I won’t. It’s our secret.”

“Good girl”, he praises and turns you in his arms. He presses you against the countertop, staring you down with dark, enchanting eyes. You feel so drawn to him. You touch his chest.

“So how are we gonna do this?” you ask him.

“Not so fast. I’m not done yet”, he says and takes your hands to guide them behind your back. He steps closer this way, making you gulp as you look at him. He lowers his voice, caressing your wrists as he keeps you pinned, “I need you to promise me that if I won’t react as well to the spell, to not get disappointed.”

“What? You mean that you’re too strong for it? Like you are too strong for the rope spell?” you taunt, staring at his lips.

Yoongi tugs his brows together, making you snicker victoriously. 

“Don’t worry about it, my love. It’s okay to be nervous”, you tease him as you rub his chest.

His frown grows, but you know not to be intimidated. He is just embarrassed to be caught in a lie.

You run your hands to the nape of his neck and begin to play with the hair he didn’t put into the bun. 

“Anything else?” you ask him.

“You’re a brat”, he mumbles.

“I know”, you grin, “and you love it. Be honest.” 

His frown softens. He steps closer, sliding his big hands to your hips. He lowers himself, you do the same. You are resting against the desk in a way so that your legs are between his’ and he can look down at you. Your weight, you support with your elbows propped on the countertop.

The tension is unbearable. Your lips are only a tilt of the head away from feeling the other’s kiss.

“Kiss me right now”, he orders in a rasp, staring at your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“And if I won’t?”

“I’m gonna get my kiss regardless.”

“Is that a threat?”

“This is the truth.” 

You giggle, “oh Yoongs, you are so delightful.”

Yoongi gazes at your lips.

“Kiss me”, he whispers.

You lift yourself. Yoongi moans, parts his lips and closes his eyes. He is so eager to kiss. With a fluttering heart, you watched it happening. You giggle and lower yourself again. 

Yoongi opens his eyes.

“Please”, he begs, cupping your cheeks. He lets his words swirl over your lips, “give me permission to kiss you.”

“You’re so cute”, you whisper. 

Yoongi moves his lips as if he was already kissing you, letting out a pained sound. 

“I’m begging you, allow me. Please.”

“I don’t even have to enchant you to get you begging”, you taunt, inching closer.

Your lips ghost over his’. Yoongi moans softly, squeezing your cheeks. He doesn’t move in. Not until you initiate it. The denial aches.

“You’re a delight”, you whisper and push him away from you 

Yoongi stumbles back, looking so utterly hurt. You take his waist and switch your roles, pushing him against the counter. One surprise movement later, he sits on top of it, pressing his legs together in embarrassment.

“Why would you do that?” he complains.

“Because I can”, you are smiling up at him and kneading his hips, “now stop pressing those legs together and let me get a peek.”

Yoongi follows without hesitation, gawking at you with his eyes slowly getting softer in submission. He knew that he would be the submissive tonight and he loves it. He feels so excited about it. You are such a good Dom and you know him like no other. He trusts you, he can be naked with you, vulnerable and utterly himself and you wouldn’t judge him. Which is why he loves it when you’re bossy. Yoongi loves being a helpless slut just following your orders. 

You slide your hands to his inner thighs, sending electricity through his veins. You massage them gently, never going past the hem of his rope. He wants you to go past. He currently exists for nothing else than your touch.

“You’ve got the softest thighs, my love”, you gush and look into his eyes, “I want to exchange safewords with you.”

“Snowdrop.”

“That’s right and is it okay for me to control the scene?”

He nods his head, opening his legs further. You are caressing his skin mindlessly as you talk and it feels so good.

“Say it.”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“Good boy. Is it okay for me to take off your clothes and to touch you?”

“Yes, it’s okay.”

“Both?”

“Why are you asking so many questions? You’ve been torturing me for two hours, please I wanna be touched and cum in your hands”, he whines, cracking you up. 

You bounce on the spot, blinding him with your smile. Your fingers knead his flesh. It tickles uncomfortably which forces Yoongi to whine and push them away. You change your grip, now caressing him again. This all happened within seconds as you smiled at him.

“You won’t cum for a long time, kitten. So get that outta your head.”

Yoongi gulps, opening his legs even more. He looks so, so needy this way. And like such easy prey. He even arches his back so his nipples would slip out of the rope accidentally. So perky and dainty. He’s got the prettiest nipples. You ogle them for a moment then look back at his face.

“And second of all, I fucking love you acting this way. My pretty slut, mhm?”

Yoongi rolls his hips against nothing. His skin is charged in sensitivity, his body feels fuzzy. With just your eye contact, your simple touch and your words, Yoongi already feels fucked. Shit, you are such a safe space for him. You make it so easy to switch from his normal – careful and wary – headspace to his sub headspace.

“One last question, promise”, you say, running the back of your nails up and down his inner thighs. Yoongi places his hands behind his back, putting his weight on them just so he can arch into your touch. 

“Please hurry up”, he stresses, hurting unbearably. He needs your touch on his cock. It hurts so bad to be denied.

“Is it okay for me to go with the flow or do you need me to ask for consent each time I do something new?”

“I wanna be touched”, Yoongi begs.

“Answer my question, kitten.”

“Don’t ask for consent, just touch me. I’ll say if I don’t want something.”

“There we go, that’s all I needed to know. Thank you for being such a good cooperator, kitten. Such obedience needs to be rewarded”, you say and slip your hands from his thighs. 

You twist the golden belt between your fingers and open the loose knot with one tug. The fabric still hides him, but you open it. You want to see him and marvel at his beauty. His ivory skin glows golden in the candlelight, his dark nipples are swollen and against his soft tummy, his hard cock stands impatiently and aches for your touch. His velvety cockhead is flushed, the thick veins on his cock pulsate as he gets harder under your greedy eyes. 

“Look at that. You’re already hard”, you gush, looking up at him, “kitten, you’re so hard.”

“I’m so needy.”

“Of course you are. My needy kitten.”

You run your fingertips to his tummy. Up, up, up until you can trace his pecs and down again. Teasing. You trace the outline of his cock on his tummy without touching him on his cock.

“Please touch me”, Yoongi begs. He’s such a good boy with you, always so eager to beg. 

“I am.”

“Touch my cock, please”, he tries, arching his back. 

“You’re such a fucking delight, my kitten”, you rasp and step closer. Your fingers slide to his waist, your lips connect themselves with his chest. Your teeth take his right nipple and play with it hungrily. Your lips suck him swollen, your tongue tastes his skin. 

Yoongi feels lightheaded while his nipple feels charged in pleasure. Every touch, kiss, lick and bite feels better than the last. He thought that he couldn’t get any needier, but he was wrong. 

“___”, Yoongi begins moaning your name. That means a lot with him. Your name doesn’t fall from his lips often. Only when he feels deeply and overwhelmingly emotional. Being pushed deeper and deeper into the safest, most pleasurable subspace is definitely one of the most intense emotions he can experience. Your name feels like relief during those moments, your syllables taste like candy on his tongue. 

You switch sides. You are a very fair Dom after all. His nipples need to be worshiped equally. He has such a pretty pair of them. Once his left nipple feels as swollen as his right, you lift your head. 

His cheeks are flushed. He is breathing heavily. Your thumbs stay on his nipples, rolling circles into them.

“Be my good kitty and take off your rope”, you order him. 

Yoongi obeys. The rope falls onto the countertop and stays there.

“There we go. Look at you.”

Yoongi is entirely naked while you are still dressed. If his past self could see him right now, he would actively make sure never to meet you just so he doesn’t have to get naked in such a demeaning way. But Yoongi isn’t his past anymore. Yoongi is in love and he is happy and he found his safe home with you, which means that being naked while you were dressed feels good to him. Maybe even empowering because of how incredibly smitten you look. 

“I want to worship you for hours, my love”, you tell him as you run your hands over his torso.

“Because I’m beautiful?” he asks shyly, earning himself your eye contact.

“Say that again.”

“Do you want to worship me because I’m beautiful?”

Your heart does somersaults in your chest.

“Do you think that you’re beautiful?” you can barely get the words out.

“Yes”, he whispers, lowering his head shyly. 

“Holy shit”, you press out. Your hands cradle his face, your eyes sparkle as you make him look at you, “holy shit, Yoongi my love. You, you never said that- you, oh god, are so beautiful, oh my love”, you choke out and squeeze his cheeks. 

Yoongi feels great. Nothing hurts. Except his cock. Oh god, he is thinking of it again.

“Can you touch my cock?” he begs, “please, I was a good boy”, and he bargains.

“I can, just not here. Follow me, my love”, you say and take his hands to tug him off the countertop. 

He hops off and follows you to the sofa. You twirl and fall, tugging him down with you by his hips. Yoongi stumbles and falls onto your lap, gawking at you with widened eyes.

“What the hell?” he says.

“You like it?”

“Why should I, I like it? You tugged me down and that’s it.”

“No, I meant do you like this?” you ask him and wrap your hand around his cock to jerk him off. 

Yoongi gasps, writhing desperately as his legs squeeze around your thighs. His eyes widen for just a second before his lids flutter and a breathy "ah" slips past his lips.

The first touch won’t ever lose its spark. Yoongi has to moan again because all the mental and physical teasing made him unbearably sensitive. 

You place your unoccupied hand on the small of his back and tilt his hips so his cock thrusts into your palm. Then you continue your rhythm, running your skilled hand up and down his entire length.

“Do you like this? Mhm?” you repeat your question.

“Yeah”, Yoongi gets out, writhing on your lap. This position is a first for him. To sit on your lap and have you touch his cock. He feels so vulnerable and small in this position and it’s messing with his already dizzy head. 

Yoongi lowers his head, looking down at where your hand makes him feel electric. His tip is glistening in his excitement. 

You run your fingers to it and give him a squeeze, forcing more droplets to leak out of him. The sensation combined with the visual makes Yoongi moan. 

It was soaked in surprise, shock, pleasure and submission with a hint of embarrassment in the end. 

“Look at you”, you have your sexy, powerful voice on. The kind of voice which makes Yoongi’s knees weak, “you’re leaking like crazy”, you say and massage his pink tip in strong squeezes. You have him between your thumb and pointer finger, using the grip to really make him leak. 

And he does. Oh, how he leaks. He gets so wet for you. He gets especially wet when you are helping him fall into his small subspace. And tonight. Oh tonight, you pushed him into it with one simple act. The act of sitting him down on your lap and playing with his cock.

“Look at all of this. You’re so wet for me, kitten.”

Yoongi falls even further, arching his back so the tip of his cock moves between your fingers. He closes his eyes and scrunches his nose. A breathy, “fuck” follows. So quiet and shy only you can hear it. 

You watch him, feeling your tummy churn in excitement. His cheeks are rosy, his pretty button nose is scrunched up and his dark hair frames his delicate face messily. 

“You’re so pretty”, you praise him, “my pretty kitten.”

“Please”, he chokes out and lowers his head. His body writhes on your lap, his cock throbs between your fingers. 

“Yoongi, love”, you speak sickeningly sweet, placing your fingers under his chin to tilt his head up, “don’t hide your pretty face from me. Open your eyes.”

Yoongi obeys, looking at you with droopy, glassy eyes and his lips parting as he keens shyly. He can barely keep up eye contact. It makes him feel so shy that his tummy keeps fluttering. But he doesn’t want to disobey you. Not when you touch him so good and not when you look so pretty.

“That’s better. You have such beautiful eyes”, you say and smile, “keep looking at me, kitten.”

“___”, he whispers shakily, cupping your face as his hips roll back and forth on your lap. Like this, his balls and tender hole grind against you, sending bolts of warm pleasure through his middle. His palms are clammy. You know that it is because of a mixture of pleasure, coyness and the intense warmth his body produces because he is with his soulmate. His touch feels so alive on your skin, because this is how you make him feel.

“That’s it, don’t you dare look away”, you praise, rewarding him with the best touch Yoongi ever felt on his cock. Nobody feels like you do. Nobody makes him feel so good. 

Yoongi mewls and runs his clammy hands to your jaw. He cradles it for just a second then his hands slip to the sides of your neck.

“My handsome prince”, you whisper, “you’re my handsome, pretty love.”

“You’re making me cum”, Yoongi chokes out and pulls a face of devastated pleasure. 

“Thank you for telling me”, you say and retreat your touch, caressing his thigh instead.

“No”, Yoongi breathes and squirms, “please…”

“You’re such a good boy for telling me.”

“Don’t edge me, please”, he begs and tries to tug your hand back to his aching cock. 

“You’re cute. I take it that I can start with the spell now?”

“What spell?”

“The orgasm control spell. Yoongi love, that’s why we’re doing this tonight. Did you already forget?” you ask in a fond snicker and your loving hands caressing his waist.

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out.

He was so lost in pleasure that he forgot the true purpose of tonight. He is so deep in subspace that he forgot the only reason why you are touching him is because of the spell. He feels a little sad at that thought, lowering his eyes.

“Unless you don’t want it anymore. Then we can do something else”, you say.

He shakes his head, “I want it, but I’m, I don’t know, I need reassurance.”

“Of course, oh Yoongi you’re my most loved. Yeah?” you say and slide your hand to his cock, “and I’m gonna make you see stars”, you add in a rasp as you run your hand up and down the underside of his cock. 

Yoongi moans softly, closing his eyes and slipping his hands to your shoulders.

“Don’t stop”, he whispers and adds a breathy, “please, Mistress.”

“Okay. I won’t stop. Is it okay for me to do the spell when I notice you getting close again?”

Yoongi nods his head.

“I need to hear it.”

“Yes, surprise me with it. Please, holy fuck, don’t stop.”

“There we go, that’s what I like from you. You’re such a good boy voicing your consent like that”, you praise him as your thumb massages his most sensitive spot. 

He writhes and moans softly, “fuck. There.”

“Yeah, right there. You’re such a good boy, my love. Such a good boy.”

“Okay please”, Yoongi reaches down and laughs panickedly, “be quiet.”

You snicker, “close?”

“Yeah…“

“You’re so cute”, you say and cup his cheek, “come here, kitten.”

Yoongi leans down. Your lips brush his forehead. A hot, breathtaking sensation shoots through his body. A big, unbreakable knot forms deep in his tummy and his cock suddenly feels like exploding. Not literally but he swears, one wrong touch and he would shoot cum everywhere. Except that there are touches on his cock and no matter how good they feel, he can’t let go. 

You pull your head back, studying his face. 

“Shit, ah”, he gasps, opening and closing his mouth as he tries to make sense of his own state, “what did you do? Ah.”

“See? And you wanted to tell me that you’ll be too strong for the spell.”

He somehow manages to open his eyes. They are filled with devastation.

“It shouldn’t feel like this.”

“Does it hurt?”

He shakes his head.

“What else?”

“I can’t, I can’t cum. But I want to. Please don’t edge me, I don’t know what- ah-”, he stutters, ending his senseless rambling by rolling his eyes back and closing them. His nose scrunches up, his fingers dig into your shoulders as his body begins fighting the enchantment. He keeps grinding and humping and bouncing on your thigh, all while his cock throbs and pulsates between your fingers.

“Look at you. You’re such a needy kitten. Look at you trying to cum”, you say and giggle maniacally, “you’re so cute.”

“Fuck. Shit”, he gasps and tugs your hands away. “Oh”, he startles because of his own reaction, looking at you with big eyes. His hands grasp themselves and move up to hide his lower face behind them, “sorry”, he mumbles into his little fists.

“You’re okay”, you soothe him, “I can stop this again. It’s not your taste, is it?” 

“I don’t know”, he confesses and looks at his cock. It is swollen and pink. So pink it borders red. He drops his right hand and wraps it around his cock. He still covers his mouth with his left hand, changing the grip once his own touch meets his length. He squeezes his own cheeks, furrowing his brows as his eyelids flutter. A deep purr rumbles in his chest, his thighs squeeze your own. His own touch feels so different than yours. You have the softest palms while his’ are slightly calloused from fighting. He misses your softness whilst at the same time getting addicted to his rough touch.

“Fuck, please”, he begs as he tightens his fingers around his cock. He tugs on it, trying so very hard to make himself cum. He fails miserably at it, gripping your upper arm in desperation, “please princess, please.”

You watch him touch himself, caressing his twitching thighs as you do. His hand is so big around his cock. Yoongi isn’t small, he is actually the perfect length, but his huge hand makes his cock almost look tiny. He pumps it around his girth, squeezing out droplets of useless precum. 

“Ah god, shit”, he presses out and speeds up his hand. Wet squelching and the needy sounds of him fill the room. He is panting like crazy, mixing in deep purrs and desperate gasps every now and then.

“There we go, touch yourself. Isn’t it fascinating? Look at your wet, little cock. Such a wet kitten cock, mhm?” you talk to him in your sexiest voice, soothing the shakes in his legs with tender touches. 

Yoongi mewls loudly and drops his head against you. He humps you, fucking his cock between his naked tummy and your clothed stomach. His hands, once grasping his own body, slam down on the wall behind the sofa. He scratches his nails down as he somehow tries to make himself cum. 

“Fuck”, he presses out, letting the word swirl over your face. His hips chase you quickly, giving his cock a fruitless fuck, “f-fuck.”

“Does that help?” you ask him with a fond chuckle on your lips and your hands grasping his buttocks. They are tensing uncontrollably, mirroring the desperation he currently experiences.

“No”, he croaks, “what did you do to me? I can’t cum. I want to cum, please.”

“Just say the word and I’ll stop this.”

But Yoongi doesn’t say the word. Yoongi mewls and fucks himself against you with such vigour it knocks the air out of you. And again. Again. Again. Yoongi is desperately humping you even if it makes breathing oh so hard for you.

“Stop that”, you laugh and grip his ruthless hips, “hey, you’re gonna make me have a stomach ache if you continue humping me.”

Yoongi drops onto your lap, whimpering into the crook of your neck. His hands cradle the back of your head, his body shudders.

“I can’t do this”, he gets out in a fragile voice.

“I will stop this, yeah?”

“Don’t stop please. I can’t cum. Holy shit, what did you do to me?”

“Magic”, you say and slide your hands under his thighs, “now don’t startle.”

Yoongi startles. You stood up with him in your arms and he didn’t expect it. He presses himself closer, whining about being put down.

“I’m too heavy, don’t do that.”

“You’re not heavy. Hush.”

You turn and sit him down on the sofa. Yoongi looks up at you, looking so embarrassed. He’s adorable.

You give him a grin and fall to your knees before him, spreading his thighs for him. Yoongi reacts in a thrust of his hips and his hands placing themselves over yours. You caress his skin and look up. He is breathing heavily, looking so utterly nervous yet turned on.

“My pretty kitten”, you praise and take his cock between your lips. 

“Ah”, Yoongi gasps, furrowing his brows as his cock twitches into you. He is so messed up. His tummy clenches like crazy.

“Mhhhm”, you purr around him, sinking down on him until he tickles the back of your throat. You hum deliciously, swallowing around him to make it all so tight for him.

“Please”, Yoongi breathes and grips the edge of the sofa. He squirms, pressing out another “please” when you begin fucking your mouth with his cock. All while you are purring and humming and moaning around him, making him feel your voice in the most stimulating of ways. It makes him so sensitive.

Yoongi scrunches his face in desperate pleasure. He can’t cum. But he wants to cum. You feel so good. Hot, warm and soft. You keep sucking on his tip and licking the spots which are the most sensitive. Everything – every single fiber in his body �� begs for him to let go, to fall into the sensations. But Yoongi can’t let go. The pressure in his tummy aches and makes breathing hard, his legs are so weak that they can’t even tremble anymore and his nails hurt from gripping the sofa. And yet he can’t cum. No matter how hard he tries.

You are at his tip again, sucking so harshly your cheeks fall in. All while your left hand is sliding to his balls and your right is jerking off his shaft. You are moaning as you feast on him, sending vibrations through his sensitive cock. 

“Please”, he begs. Pleads. Whimpers. His eyes tear up. He closes them and curls his lips back as another high-pitched whimper rolls off his tongue. 

“Mhhm, ah”, you slip off of him deliciously, slurping up the sweet mess he leaves just for you, “you’re so wet, kitten”, you taunt, massaging his thick vein and therefore forcing more useless precum out of his cock. It sits on his flushed tip as pretty, translucent pearls, “look at that mess. It’s so fucking useless, isn’t it?”

Yoongi takes your hand and squeezes it. You look up, meeting his glazed over eyes. 

“Need a break?” you ask him to which he shakes his head, “what else? Mhm?”

“I need to cum”, he presses out.

“But you can’t. I know, you told me before”, you say and smile, kissing his knuckles softly, “don’t worry kitten, you’re in safe hands. And mouth”, you say and snicker at your joke, lowering yourself back to his cock. 

Yoongi wanted to complain about your stupid joke, but couldn't because you stole his ability to speak. All he can muster are needy noises and desperate gasps for air.

You take him as deep as you can go, using the position to really push him past your throat’s limit. It’s not uncomfortable, it’s so incredibly hot to you. Especially because it makes Yoongi whimper above you and grip your head as his body slacks in utter defeat. His legs fall open further and his tummy softens as his muscles give up on him. He presses out a weak, “hngnmm” and lets his head all against the sofa and roll to the side as he is staring at you with heavy eyes.

He doesn’t use the leverage he has on your head. He truly wastes the opportunity, letting his hand lay limp on your head while you throat fuck his cock. Your left hand grips his pretty waist, your right cups his balls and tugs. 

“Ah!” he yelps, thrusting into you against his will. His back arches off the cushions, his eyes roll back involuntarily. The pain was intense, gaining in intensity because your spell turned his body into one overly sensitive mess.

You slide off with a slurp, keeping your attention on his flushed tip while your hand tugs again. Harshly. The pain sits deep, but feels like paradise. 

Yoongi drops his hand from your head for the sole purpose of rubbing his own face. With both hands. Desperately. Mostly to make sense of his state, but also to wipe some of the tears he spills. 

Another tug on his balls reminds him that he’s your fucking slut. He throbs between your lips and chokes out an agonised sound. It is filled with so much pain and torture that you feel the need to check up on him.

“Colour?” you ask, massaging his aching balls gently.

“Green”, the word leaves him breathlessly, a small whimper follows, “please let me cum, please.”

“Mhm, I don’t know. You’re so cute when you’re like this”, you coo and kiss his tip, “my cutie.”

Yoongi touches your head before cradling your cheek. His palm is sweaty, his touch weak yet loving. You tilt your head up to see him.

“Please", he whispers, staring at you through his lashes. His dark hair hangs into his face messily. He is practically glowing in pleasure. The view makes your heart race. He is so pretty.

“You’re cute when you beg”, you say and give his balls a tug. Once stretched to their limits, you incorporate a twist to really drive the pain deep.

Yoongi’s face scrunches in pleasure, he squeaks out a “please” while his enchanted cock throbs between your fingers. 

“Like this, so cute”, you squeal and giggle, “my cutie patootie”, you add in a squeak and tug on his balls, giving them a twist when it hurts the most.

Yoongi thinks that you are the cruellest person ever. Your voice and the words it produces build him up and makes him feel so loved, your eyes show him how much he is adored and yet your hands torture him as if you hated him. You are so loving and yet so cruel. Yoongi can’t function because of it. 

“Mistress, please”, he begs and squeezes your cheek gently.

“My cutie”, you say and kiss his palm. Just once because then you stand up. Your torturing, amazing touch ceases to exist. Yoongi feels cold because of it, aching in his chest.

He reaches for you instantly, “don’t leave, I need you”, he pleads.

“I’m not leaving”, you assure him and slide your hands to your own clothes to undress. 

“Oh”, Yoongi lets out, watching you with heavy eyes, “you’re beautiful, princess.”

“You’re beautiful too, love.”

You step out of your pants and get on his lap. Yoongi welcomes you with his hands touching your hips instantly. You slide your hands to his jaw, using a gentle grip to tilt his head up. Yoongi gazes up at you, looking so utterly ruined. Only you can get him this way. Ruined and flushed. So pretty. 

“You’re gonna cum inside me. Are we understood?”

“Yes, Mistress”, he whispers as he runs his hands up and down your lower back. 

A faint smile washes over you. You run your thumb to his lips to trace them. Yoongi chases you with a soft moan and his tongue darting out to lick you. You allow him, watching him lap at your thumb while his devoted eyes are gazing at you. 

“Who do you belong to, Yoongi?” you ask him.

“___”, he says your name without needing to be asked. 

“Yeah, that’s right”, you press out with a fluttering heart, “shit, you’re mine.” 

“Yours…”

You pick up his cock and sink down on him. Yoongi’s face scrunches up. He is so overtaken by pleasure and yet he still finds the strength to press out a desperate “yours.” As if it was instinct, but it’s not instinct. It’s the result of a well-trained, loved and utterly devoted sub finding his heaven in his Dom. And it’s his desperate attempt to show you that you and only you own him. He is yours and only yours and being reunited with you is the drug his body runs on.

“That’s right. Mine”, you praise and bottom out. You caress his neck and begin moving on him. Up and down with a skilful roll in your hips to make sure he hits every single inch of you.

Yoongi presses out a desperate moan and drops his head into your chest. He hugs you close, shaking in a tearless sob. It feels so good to be fucked by you.

“You’re doing so well”, you praise him, hugging him against you with your hands deep in his soft hair. 

Yoongi can’t talk right now. He is so ruined and it’s only been seconds. This is going to be the biggest torture you ever made him go through. Being touched and licked should have prepared him for your pussy, but it didn’t. When you played with him, Yoongi noticed the spell but it felt more like very intense edging to him. He is starting to realise that this is so much more. With every bounce on his sensitive cock, every clench of your soft walls, every swirl of your hips, Yoongi feels less and less in control of his own body. This is the true effect of the spell. Every second with you feels like ecstasy and yet Yoongi is denied its high. He is right at the source and yet can’t taste its sweetness on his tongue. 

He forces his head to tilt back just so he can look up at you. His hair is a mess on his forehead, his eyes are barely open and his chin is still in contact with your chest. 

He presses out your name until the first vowel then forgets how to talk as you slam down on his cock again and render him useless. 

“You’re so handsome, my love”, you coo as you cup his cheek with your left hand. You keep your right still buried deep inside his long hair, giving him a soft tug because you know he can take it. The bun he once wore has long being ruined. You fucking love him like that. Messed up and ruffled just by you.

Yoongi squeezes his eyes shut in the most devastating of ways, hiding his face in your chest again as his throat produces the most beautiful of sounds. 

“So handsome and you’re taking me so well”, you praise while you are ruining him. You bottom out, writing your name with your hips. He should remember who treats him like that. He shouldn’t forget.

Yoongi falls back because his body is weakened more and more the longer you ride him. 

You fall with him, laughing because you didn’t expect it. Your hands slam onto the wall to support yourself, your boobs smother him. 

“Careful baby”, you snicker. 

“Yours”, he croaks and gathers your tits just to suck and lick them. He is wet and sloppy with it, giving you glimpses of his fangs and you are loving it. 

“Yes baby, this feels so good”, you encourage him and use the new position to bounce on him. Your clit grinds against his lower tummy this way, while his cock hits all the right spots deep inside.

Yoongi mewls and whimpers into your tits while you feel yourself get lost as well. You are going to cum on his cock. That’s all you can think about right now. His touch, his lips, his warmth and throbbing cock paired with the feeling of having him at the tip of your fingers makes you feel so weakened.

Yoongi drops his lips from your nipple. He can’t breathe. If he doesn’t fight for air soon, he will pass out. His head is against the edge of the backrest, your tits are all in his face while you bounce him. You fuck him so hard that the impact your ass makes on his thighs is audible. You sound so wet. So goddamn wet. He feels it stick to his thighs and run down his balls. Your puffy walls keep clenching and sucking on him as you make yourself cum. Yoongi knows those motions by heart. You always start to get tighter when you are getting close. Yoongi finds it hard to control himself during such a ride on normal days, but today he is actually suffering. He wants to cum, but he can’t. He is so serious. He wants to cum, but he can’t. Why does nobody know how serious he is? He wants to cum, but can’t. He can’t. Every second feels like that one pivotal moment before he tips over the edge, but he can’t. 

“Please”, he begs, scratching his nails down your back. He doesn’t even realise that he is leaving marks on your skin. All he needs you to fucking understand is that he can’t fucking cum, but he wants to so, so bad.

“I’m so close, baby”, you moan above him, caring shit about him. You are just using him and his enchanted cock. Yoongi feels so ruined, spilling tears from his ruby eyes. Your tits keep slapping his face. It’s like mockery to him. He is so desperate to make you understand him and find pity in yourself and yet you are blind to it, “so close, kitten”, you press out, squeezing around his cock, “your pretty kitten cock is gonna make me cum so good.”

Yoongi tries to beg you, but can’t. He doesn’t know how to speak. Only animalistic sounds come easy to him. They’re not of feral nature, but that of a scared, little animal getting cornered by its biggest predator. You are talking about your impending orgasm while he suffers. Yoongi feels so fucking mocked by you and as a result, he wants to kiss the very ground you walk on. You own him.

You motherfucking own him.

“So close, kitten. So fucking close”, you moan as your tits remind him what heaven is and your pussy keeps his enchanted cock on edge.

Yoongi tries to help you, but he can’t. His body is useless. He can’t even get his legs to move or his hips to meet your bounces. He genuinely feels like a stupid, little sexdoll right now. A sexdoll meant to exist for your pleasure and to be useless otherwise. You could do anything to him and he couldn’t even fight back because you ruined his body to the point of paralyzing exhaustion. 

All which still works are his hands and they are currently dimpling your ass from gripping you so goddamn harshly. He’ll leave bruises in the deepest parts of your flesh, but you can’t care about this right now. Yoongi doesn’t even notice that he is bruising you. He feels numb to anything other than your hot pussy and your tits in his face. He snatches for them and manages to brush his tongue over your left nipple. It’s so weak and slow, his licks that is, and Yoongi can’t speed up even if he wants to.

“Yes Yoongi, yes. Fuck my prince, my beautiful, ah”, you moan, rutting against him. Your walls are so tight. Yoongi tries to breathe through it, but even that gets hard when you knock the air out of him each time you slam yourself down on him. 

Your hands come to cup his cheeks and tilt his head up. You want to meet his gaze, but can’t. Yoongi’s eyes are glued shut, his face is crinkled in pleasure. Or agony. You can’t decide. Maybe it’s both. 

“My love”, you moan and climax to the view of him, “a-ah Yoongi”, you whimper, dropping your forehead against his’ as your body shakes out of control. 

Yoongi’s hands lose strength as well. Your pulsating, clenching walls are too much. Not even spilling tears is enough to show the desperation he feels at this point. But he still does. It’s the only thing he can still do besides moan like crazy and fight for air.  

You come down soon, but don’t slow down as you fuck your tight walls through the overstimulation. 

Yoongi tries again to produce words, “p-please n-no more”, he chokes out and tries to grip your hips, “I can’t take much more.”

“I know kitten. Almost there”, you lull your words, sounding so ruined by your high. You speed up your hips, fucking him into insanity and no control.

“No more”, he squeaks and presses out a pained, “oh”, before a sob shakes him. 

“Who do you belong to?” you rasp the words against his temple.

“You”, he chokes out, spilling tears.

“Yes Yoongi, fuck”, you lull as you drag your lips to his forehead, “cum for me”, you order and kiss his forehead. 

The spell drops. Yoongi screams and arches his back off the sofa to its breaking point. His head he keeps thrown back, showing view to his throat and his agape mouth. His fangs are on full display as he screams over and over again as you finally fuck him to an orgasm. His cock, once perfectly human sized, grows into his supernatural length within a second. 

“Fuck, ah”, you gasp, convulsing around the sudden intense stretch. One second you need to get used to it and then you are already bouncing on him again, fucking masses and masses of hot cum out of him, “yes Yoongi, cum for me. Yes”, you growl, using the edge of the backrest as support. Shit, he is cumming so hard that it is squirting out of you and you fear that he might stuff you past your body’s limits. You can’t get enough of him, wishing for him to reach places no human should be creamed at.

“Keep cumming for me. So fucking good. You’re such a good fucking boy”, you moan while Yoongi is reduced to screaming and clawing at the couch. If he didn’t claw at it, he would hurt you. He has no control over himself right now. It scares him, but all the more it fills him with sensations he hasn’t experienced in millennia.

Yoongi thought that he knew pleasure with you. He was so sure that he couldn’t climax any harder with you. You break him and build him up just to break him again over and over each time your bodies connect in pleasure. You know his every spot and how to get him to his breaking point, you know how to keep him there until even breathing gets hard and you know how to draw it out until begging is the only thing he can do. His pleasure is on your literal fingertips and Yoongi thought that you already dragged out the deepest highs from his soul. And yet he was wrong. He was still fucking wrong. 

The last time he felt that kind of high, Yoongi lived a different life. He killed for pleasure, fucked for short relief and found his highest high in the taste of blood. He was twisted and wrong and loved nothing more than the sensation of blood coating his throat. He doesn’t like to think of this time in his life, but sometimes he thinks about the highs he can’t have anymore and begins missing them. And you are dragging such a high out of him right now. Safely. Without blood spill. Two millennia without it and Yoongi finds it again at the fingertips of his beloved woman. If he didn’t already exist solely for you, he would have started to do so right here and now. 

His screaming stops in sync with his back dropping against the sofa. He grows limp as paralysation sets in. Yoongi is there for it. Mentally he takes in every second of his vulnerable state and he can’t do anything against it. He should feel scared, but he doesn’t. He just feels so ruined and happy that he wants to smile but he can’t. Even that he can’t do because you fucked him into helpless paralysation.

“Good job”, you praise and slip off of him, “ah shit, I’m not peeing myself right now, it’s your cum”, you say and laugh which makes even more cum squirt out of you. It covers his thighs and drips to the ground. Truly you are leaking like a goddamn faucet. You snicker at the situation and look at Yoongi when he doesn’t respond. 

He is staring at the ceiling with ruby eyes and silent tears running down his cheeks. His lips are parted and his cheeks look so…fallen in as if his muscles stopped working.

“My love?” you ask, cupping his cheek, “what’s wrong?” you say, shaking his head gently. It flops from side to side without any kind of protest from him. Like his muscles forgot how to work.

You study him with furrowed brows. Unmoving and limp. Almost as if…you widen your eyes. This is the result of a Ripper High. 

“Holy shit, I gave you a Ripper high”, you gasp and press out a squeaky giggle, “oh my love, I did it!” you exclaim and begin kissing every inch of his face, “I, I did it. I knew I could do it. Oh my love, oh I love you. My love, you’re doing so well. It’s safe to come back to me, my love. Take as long as you need to, I’m right here.”

Yoongi is present for all of it. Physically he is gone, but his mind and heart are still with you. He doesn’t feel your kisses and loving touches at first. At least not on his skin, his heart still feels their effect. It swells in his chest and fills with the warmest of warmths. He knows that what you are speaking is the truth. It is safe to come back to you. There won’t be agony and guilt waiting for him, just love and the healing feeling of home.

“My beautiful, handsome love. Oh my Yoongi, I’m so happy and so proud and oh, I love you like crazy.”

Your words have an even stronger effect on his heart, affecting his mind as well and healing wounds so deep he thought they could never heal. When he lived a different life, being paralysed after his high meant that he slaughtered villages, left families ripped apart and caused nightmares to whoever was unlucky enough to survive. When he lied paralysed between the massacred bodies of his once pleasurable hunt, the guilt and pain of what he did made him cry and scream his lungs out until he stopped tensing up and he had to flee the scene with his limbs barely wanting to work. 

And now he knows that once he regains control of himself, there won’t be any bodies waiting for him. Just you. Perfectly fine and unharmed. 

The first kiss he feels on his skin is one at the tip of his nose. You trail them up the bridge of it and by the time, Yoongi feels your lips on his forehead the feeling in his skin returned completely. He can feel the wet mess on his lap, your warmth against his skin and your loving touch on his face. 

“___”, he croaks with his voice terribly ruined.

“Hey”, you speak gently, “welcome back. You did so well, I’m so proud”, you praise, tilting his head into a kiss. 

It focuses his attention on his lips and Yoongi does everything inside him to make them work first just so he can kiss you back. It happens soon. Yoongi regains control over his lips and finally kisses you back and it fills him with so much overwhelming happiness that his body regains control within the brink of a second. He loves you so much and he shows you that he does with his arms wrapping around you and his body melting with yours as he sits up and deepens the kiss. 

And he kisses you. Kisses you. Kisses you. And kisses you without wanting to stop. He kisses you with you on top of his lap, kisses you with his arms around you and his hands as deep in your hair as your texture allows it, kisses you with his chest flush against yours and his throat producing the most grateful, happy whimpers. 

He stands up with you in his arms, still kissing you. He keeps kissing you as his weakened knees drag him down and he falls onto the couch with you underneath him. And even then he keeps kissing you, needing you to understand what this meant to him. What you just healed. What you fucking mean to him. He swears that no kiss he shares with you is enough to show you what he feels for you. None of them is enough and so he has to keep kissing and kissing and kissing you until he finally finds the one worthy enough of his feelings. 

Quite frankly, he would have kissed you for countless more hours if you hadn’t broken it for him. You had to because he barely gave you time to breathe and you felt dizzy. 

“___”, his begs are instant, his lips search for your kiss but find your fingertips. The spot on your body which holds his heaven, paradise and dreams. Yoongi begins kissing them, doing so with his body trembling in emotion. 

“I can’t tell if you’re upset or not”, you whisper, watching him with overwhelming feelings in your chest. You always thought that he showed you every variation of kisses he had to offer, but the way he kissed you right now was unlike any kiss you ever shared. It left you feeling overwhelmed in the best ways possible.

He tries to answer you, but can’t. He is too overwhelmed by everything he feels.

“Take your time”, you encourage him, caressing his cheek with gentle fingers while his lips still kiss your other hand.

Yoongi tries again.

“The last time I felt this high, it was surrounded by dozens of massacred bodies”, he begins with his cheek seeking your palm. You help him find it, feeling your heart grow in love when he nuzzles into you, “I hated myself so much and wanted to die.”

“Yoongi my love”, you croak, cupping his other cheek as well.

“For hundreds of years I chased this high even if I hated it. For hundreds of years feeling it meant that I killed innocent people and left others traumatised and now you-” his voice breaks as his emotions overtake him.

He opens his eyes, giving view to the tears blurring his vision.

“I love you so much”, he chokes out shakily, “I-I want to know words more honest than love, but there are none. I love you so much more than love, I can’t f-find words. I feel so much for you”, he stutters and lets his head fall into the crook of your neck. He closes his arms around you, cradling you against him as best as the position allows him, “you’re the home I always longed for, ___”, he confesses, leaving you to spill tears because it felt so good to be loved by him.

“You’re my home too, Yoongi”, you say, hugging him against you as your nose nuzzles against his face, “god, you’re making me cry”, you confess in a chuckle, “I was planning for the evening to be fun and kinky and yet here we are sobbing again.”

“I feel so much, I can’t help it.”

“That’s okay, as long as we have each other we can be little crybabies after sex”, you say and making him laugh out a sob.

“Yeah”, he says, “ah fuck”, he gets out and laughs into the crook of your neck as much as he sobs.

You snicker and hug him closer, kissing his hair, “my Yoongi.”

Being with each other is the only thing that truly matters and if one was wondering, yes Yoongi will whine about everything which happened once he regained clarity again. It will come by morning after you and he shared cuddles in your bed and he wakes up to an empty bed and a magical note telling him that you were in your kitchen. He will find you kneeling by the couch as you attempt to fix the holes he ripped into the cushions and Yoongi will sit down next to said holes and give you the shiest glances you ever saw on him and mere seconds later, you and he will talk about last night. You will be terribly excited while Yoongi will whine at first about how reckless it was, but in the end he will giggle with you and tell you how nice you made him feel and that you healed wounds he never thought capable of healing. Then you will attempt to fix the couch together, stealing kisses and snuggles way too often as your giggles just didn’t seem to want to stop.

[kalixora]

Bumblebee x Autobot reader

Bay-verse | Revenge of the fallen

Quick one-shot

“Sam…” you spoke up, watching the boy pace back and forth, his steps erratic and his breathing heavy.

“There’s nothing you could’ve done,” your optics softened as you kneeled down beside him, your servos gently resting on his shoulder.

Sam looked up at you; you could see the tears in his eyes streaming down his face. His skin was dirty, smudged with grime, and his clothes were partly torn.

“I don’t know what to do…” His voice was shaky, filled with despair.

“We stick together, Sam,” you nodded, offering a reassuring smile on your face plate.

Hearing more footsteps, you lifted your helm, seeing Bumblebee back with the twins, Skids and Mudflap, who were bantering as usual.

“Welp, no punk-ass cons followed us, so we all good,” Mudflap said, a hint of bravado in his tone.

“Good,” you hummed, feeling a slight sense of relief.

“Sam— you okay?” Bumblebee said through the radio. Sam sniffled and wiped his face with the back of his hand, trying to compose himself. “Yeah… I’m okay, Bee. Just… overwhelmed.”

Bumblebee stepped closer, his optics softening. “We’re here for you, Sam. We’ll get through this together.”

You stood back up, placing your servo on your hip, hearing Sam’s friend Leo walking over to you all in a panicked frenzy.

“Literally, I can’t believe this—this shit is insane!” Leo exclaimed, his voice cracking with fear.

“Ah, here his punk ass go again,” Skidz groaned. “Fucking pussy.”

“Hey, hey! I shouldn’t be here—literally should not be here right now, man! I can just go back and tell them I had nothing to do with it because technically I didn’t—Simplemente corrí hacia donde tú corrías. Esto no tiene nada que ver conmigo, soy inocente!” Leo rambled, his words spilling out faster and faster.

Switching your servo to a gun, you commanded, “Shut it.”

Leo’s eyes widened as he put his hands in the air, shouting, “Woah woah woah! Don’t shoot! I’m just saying—this isn’t my fight! I’m not cut out for this! I can’t handle this kind of pressure! And you—oh my god, you were a Decepticon! How do we know we can trust you? How do I know you won’t just turn on us? This is crazy!”

Bee quickly stepped in front of you, waving your gun away from Leo’s direction. “No need for that, let’s stay calm,” he urged.

“Oh oh, you done pissed off one of the old ones,” Skid began to holler. “Nah uh, imma stay right here.

“Old one? What do you mean old! You’re a bad one—MAN! What the fuck—” Leo stammered, “I can’t do this! I can’t do this shit! I don’t want to die! I have a life, I have plans, I have—And now we have a former Decepticon on our side? How is this supposed to make me feel safe?”

Sam cussed to himself as he shoved Leo back slightly. “She was one. Was! Keyword, remember that, alright?” Sam looked up at you his eyes giving a pleading stare. “N/N, please—”

“Sorry,” you said, switching back to your servo. “Old habit.”

“That’s that Megatron training right there,” Mudflap joked.”

“Mhm, from Destiny’s Child to Beyoncé, she’s glowin’ now, look at her,” Skid laughed, nudging Mudflap.

“You two— fucking shitheads think this is funny?” Leo snapped at the twins.

Leo, still catching his breath and visibly trembling. “This is all just too much. I mean, how are we supposed to trust her? What if she goes back to the Decepticons? What if—”

Sam sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Shut up! Jesus! We fugitives! We’re ALL fugitives— doesn’t matter anymore. Shit is gonna happen, more shit is gonna get ugly! You wanted to be apart of it now you’re in the middle of it.”

Mudflap chuckled. “Well at least we look good.”

“Right, cause we sexier than a mother fucka,” Skidz said nodding his helm. “Got shit twisted, we gonna come out looking like hero’s. Leo’s gonna come out with no clothes and a thong.”

“I can fucking hear you two!” Leo shouted.

You walked away towards Mikaela, who was sitting by a fire. Transforming into your vehicle mode, you opened your door. “It’s a lot warmer in here,” you said, using the radio to communicate with her.

Mikaela looked up, her eyes reflecting the flickering flames, and gave a small smile. “Thanks,” she said, standing up and walking over to you. She slipped into the passenger seat, closing the door behind her.

Settling into your warm interior, Mikaela sighed in relief. “This is much better,” she admitted, rubbing her hands together to warm them up.

You adjusted your internal temperature to make her more comfortable. “I know it’s been a rough day, but we’re all here for each other,” you said through the radio.

Mikaela nodded, her expression softening. “Yeah, I know. It’s just… a lot to take in. Y/N….?”

“Yes?”

“What’s gonna happen to us?”

“…get some sleep Mikaela.”

. . .

You felt a tap on your hood, waking up from your recharge. You slowly scanned the area, picking up Mikaela’s body near Sam on a broken couch. Transforming into your alt mode, your optics opened and adjusted, seeing Bumblebee standing near you.

He tilted his helm, swaying his servo for you to follow him. You followed him a little ways out, not too far where you couldn’t see the fire.

“What is it, Bee?” you asked him. “Everything okay?”

“Losing… Optimus made me think about losing Sam and you… I can’t lose you,” Bumblebee said, looking at you intently.

“Bumblebee,” you chuckled shyly. “What are you saying right now?”

“You and I—have more chemistry than I thought. I love you, Y/N, more than the world could ever know,” Bumblebee said, stuttering slightly with his voice box.

Your optics widened in surprise, the sincerity in his words and the vulnerability in his stance taking you a little aback. “Bee, you and I we—“

Bumblebee took a step closer, his servos gently reaching out to you. “I’ve felt this way for a while. I just never found the right moment to tell you. But with everything going on….”

You processed his words, feeling a mix of emotions. “I love you too. Always felt it in my spark.”

A relieved, happy sound emanated from Bumblebee. “You do?”

“Yes, I do,” you admitted, stepping closer and placing your servo on his. Bumblebee brought you closer, his helm touching yours gently. You hummed, closing your optics. “Even with a con, you still want this?”

“More than anything,” Bumblebee replied, his voice steady and full of conviction.

You felt a warmth spread through your circuits. “We’ll be okay…”

[weirdgenetic-fuckup]

WE NEED MORE SUBBY PUPPY SLASH

A/n: This might kinda suck but I needed to start and finish something and this seemed easy NO IDEA WHERE THE IDEA CAME FROM BUT IT'S A LITTLE EXTRA

Warnings: Smut, use of toys, multiple orgasms, cum eating, slight pet play, Slash is technically a prostitute, I will be repenting for my sins but if you think I missed anything let me know otherwise enjoy!

You'd strapped Slash to a chair in your room, sitting him in front of the bed so you'd have somewhere comfortable to sit while you watched.

Suctioned to the seat was a dildo, a vibrating one with lots of fun textures you were were driving him insane. You had the remote for it in your hand, beside you were two more controlling the small bullet toys strapped to his cock.

His breathing was heavy and weighted, whines mixing with his muffled moans as he choked around the ball gag in his mouth, drool dribbling down his chin and onto the chair between his spread legs.

He'd cum more times than you could count and you didn't plan on ending this torture anytime soon, you knew how much he loved it even if he begged you to stop, which he couldn't.

Between his feet on the floor was a glass, a fancy one from a set you found at a thrift store. The rest were kept in the kitchen for special occasions, but this one was specifically used for Slash.

Right now it sat half full of his cum, the towel under it collecting the strings that missed.

You sat naked on the edge of the bed, touching yourself as you got off to Slash. You always started fully clothed, just wanted to watch him, but the more times he came, the whinier he got, you never made it through this without getting off.

You pressed a button on one of the remotes, the one for the dildo deep inside him at just the right angle. He jumped, a loud sob leaving him. His cock jerked and more cum dripped out, you loved seeing him as a little faucet, incapable of stopping as his balls drained.

His blushing tip, flushed body, perky nipples. He was so sensitive and it was all going to waste.

You moved closer to him, sitting in his lap, the heat of your cunt hovering over him only making things worse for him. You undid the strap of the gag and pulled it out of his mouth, letting him relax his jaw.

Slash leaned forward as much as he could, resting his forehead on your shoulder. "Ah- I-I c-ah-! Can't cum anymore!" He whined. "It-it hurts, master, please!"

You lifted his chin up so he was looking at you. You smiled down at him warmly. "Poor thing, sitting here getting exactly what he wants and he's complaining?" You asked, staring at his puffy and bruised lips, chin wet with saliva and cheeks streaked with tears. "I haven't even cum once, I'm giving you everything and you've given nothing."

His eyes widened at the realization, he lived here rent free and made a mess every day, this happened at least once a week. "Please, master, I-I can do it, I- ah-fucking-ngh Christ!" You felt his cock twitch, bumping your ass as more cum shot from him.

You watched his eyes glaze over, every thought leaving him. His body was reacting to every feather light touch, even the softest breath had a small bead trailing from his slit.

You watched in awe as your masterpiece came to be, your perfect pet. You happily undid the cloth around his wrists and ankles keeping him tied to the chair along with the taking off the bullets on his dick.

He slowly got up from the chair, using you as support while you stared amusedly at his hole stretching around the toy until it was fully out.

Slash curled up at the foot of your bed, body shaking and his eyes were droopy and crossed. You picked the cup from the ground and carried it over to him. He used whatever strength he had left to hold himself up to make it even just a little bit easier.

"Careful, puppy." You instructed, holding the cup to Slash's pouty and quivering lips. "Don't spill any or we're gonna have to make another cup, and you wouldn't want that now would you?" He drank slowly, making sure every drop hit his tongue.

You watched his throat bob as he chugged his salty seed. "Aren't you happy we had pineapple for dessert?" You asked in a teasing tone. "You should be happy this is all I need from you for letting you stay in my apartment, puppy."

You took the glass away once he was done, not minding the little bit that was on his cheeks, and set it on the nightstand before pulling out the drawer, taking out your own toy and setting it to the right setting.

Slash didn't have to do much, seeing him lying there all used up at the end of the day was all you needed to finish the job your fingers had started on yourself.

"Such a good puppy, aren't you?" You said through soft moans. "Such a pretty puppy."

[bokettochild]

Yo. If you're still in a chatty mood, can I get your thoughts on Sky's reaction to finding out Legend is his blood descendant? Like, what's your favorite idea? Immediate papa bear mode? Cries and shows him off to everyone in his era because that his baby? Does Sky keep it calm? Doesn't wanna overwhelm Legend so he just leaves the ball in the veteran's court? What's your absolute favorite version of Sky's reaction?

(Mine is Sky becoming an instant dad and lifting Legend up, Lion King style, to show off to Sun XD)

As much as I adore the idea of Dad Sky (as we've seen in Flight To My Heart) I think the most in character option is for him to sort of struggle with it. Not immediate acceptance but more confusion of what his relationship should look like now, because if Time and Twilight are any indication, he should be taking a paternal role in Legend's life, right? Except, wait, they already have a brotherly relationship, so does he have to give that up now? Will Legend even accept that?

I think he'd have his moments where he sees Legend as his equal and even someone to look up too, because Legend's so smart and he knows a LOT about the world Sky is still new to, and he's got a ton of experience. But, there are other times where he glimpses where Legend's weak or struggling and he tries to be his rock, because that's his brother! But the reality is that they're not that far apart in age. I like Legend being 16-17 and Sky being early twenties; 20-21, and as someone in their early twenties with younger siblings in their late teens, I can say for a fact that it's too small of an age gap to act in any sort of parental role, especially to a kid who's not looking for a parent! Which we all know Legend won't be (especially with all his abandonment issues and lack of consistent parental figures during his growing up years).

I actually was working on something Sunday that cover this, so I'll share a snippet below (its technically for TBoHH, but shhhh, it's relevant!)

(Warriors POV for context)

  Sapphire blue slip away, downwards, brows heavy over the top and shading them as they draw tight together. “Should my feelings have changed when I found out? Should I be- I don’t know- Legend's-”    Warriors isn't aware he’s reaching out until he’s done it, hand resting on a broad shoulder only a moment because he still needs both to speak, but the moment his brother is meeting his eyes again, the captain is answering. “You’re still young, Sky. Legend’s young too, but he’s not young enough to be your actual kid. He’s your brother, and though you share blood, you have no obligation to start treating him like Time does with Twilight. Honestly, I doubt he’d appreciate it if you did.”     Because Legend is like Mask. The vet is sharp and harsh, but he trusts Sky for some reason, and looking at the two, it’s not unlike the behavior of his own two charges. Sky, like Wind, braves the storm that is his little brother and betters him by doing so. Legend, like Mask, feels free to lower his guards before the other, but he doesn’t rely on him for his needs, for guidance and wisdom, not like their rancher does with their leader. They're brothers, and though a bloodline says otherwise, they’re best that way.    “Legend doesn’t look to you as a father, though I dare say that boy needs one. If anything, I think he’d be pissed if you tried to change what you do have.” And despite himself, despite his better judgement saying not to put anything on shoulders already heavy with new weight, Warriors finds himself continuing anyways. “The vet trusts you. I don’t know what you did, but he looks at you different then he looks at us. Taking away that to change it, to make it what Time and Twilight have, that will break it. Trust isn’t a thread we can weave how we want it; it’s a blade you have to wield with care, and any change you make can’t simply be unraveled, it’s permanent.” 

[steddieas-shegoes]

congrats on 3000!!! 🎉🍾🎊💖

For the sentence prompt: "I'm just gonna go freak out for a minute first."

Thank you!!!! ♥️

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Steve was holding his hand while the doctor checked his stitches. It wasn’t really that weird for him to be holding his hand, not since he woke up half-dead in the hospital.

It was a little weird that he was rubbing his thumb against the side of his thumb, though.

And probably a little weird that his other hand was resting on his head, a weight that was comforting and confusing all at once.

“Looks great, Eddie. I’d say by the next visit, we’ll be able to get them out and let these finish healing naturally,” the doctor smiled at him as he pulled his shirt back down.

Steve’s hand squeezed his, and he couldn’t help looking over at the sunshine in the seat next to him.

It had to be pretty obvious how he felt about Steve. He’s lucky none of the kids have caught on and started teasing him yet.

Robin has, but at least she knows to do it privately.

“I’ll have the front desk schedule you for two weeks out. You can grab an appointment card on the way out. Keep them all clean and don’t do any heavy lifting or physical activity quite yet,” the doctor reminded as she pulled off her gloves and threw them in the trash. “You boys have a nice day.”

As she left the room, Steve helped Eddie sit up slowly. He didn’t really need the help anymore, but he’d be an idiot to admit it with how much Steve touched him.

“Two more weeks, Eds! That’s better than what they thought last time,” Steve was so excited for him. His smile was lighting up the room and he looked five seconds away from bouncing on his feet.

“Yeah, it’s great.”

“Aren’t you excited?” Steve’s smile dropped at Eddie’s tone.

“Yeah! Yeah, it’ll be great to have less limits. Might be able to get the guys together for a jam session,” Eddie gave a small smile.

“But…?”

Eddie sighed. “But then you won’t be around anymore, right? Like, other than when we all hang out on movie nights. You only stuck around because no one else could really help me every day. Everyone had work or families that wouldn’t let them out of their sight.”

Steve looked heartbroken, and Eddie couldn’t figure out why.

“Eddie, I’m not gonna leave you just because you don’t technically need me anymore,” Steve shook his head. “We’re- we’re friends, aren’t we?”

“Of course! I mean, I thought so. But I know it could just be that you feel bad and I wouldn’t expect you to stick around because of that.”

Steve grabbed his other hand, his grip tightening on Eddie’s skin almost painfully.

“I wanna stick around for a lot of reasons, Eds.”

Eddie was caught in his gaze, his wide, pleading eyes almost too much.

“Like what?”

“Like because you’re fun to be around. You’re funny and talented and smart. You taught me about Hobbits! Love those guys,” Steve stepped closer. “You’re brave and you care about all of us. You-“ Steve swallowed. “You see me. The real me.”

“What do you mean?” Eddie’s heart was racing as he looked between Steve’s eyes, down to his lips where his tongue had poked out momentarily to wet them.

“You’ve seen me when my parents have come home and made me feel like shit and you just distracted me with singing whatever pop songs are on the radio and helping me cook dinner. You’ve been there when I had a two day long migraine and couldn’t even stand up to go to the bathroom. You made grocery shopping fun! I fucking hate grocery shopping, but you just keep being silly and making me laugh and I had fun.” Steve leaned in so his forehead was touching Eddie’s. “You laugh at my jokes, even when they aren’t that funny. You listen to me when no one else pays attention. You see who I am and you let me be who I am and I don’t feel scared that you’ll run.”

“I’m not running.”

“I know. I love that you aren’t, that you won’t.” Steve closed his eyes for a moment. When he opened them again, they were watery. “I love you.”

Eddie was certain he was dead. Maybe the last month had all been some coma-induced dream and they finally pulled the plug. Maybe he actually died in the Upside Down and the last month was his final goodbye to everyone in his own head.

He stood up slowly, trying not to push Steve away, but having to guide him away from the table he’d been laying on.

“Where are you going? You’re not leaving, right?”

“Nope. I’m just gonna go freak out for a minute first.”

“Um.”

Eddie smiled, leaned in to kiss Steve’s cheek, and pulled away.

“Give me a minute. This is either the most realistic dream I’ve ever had or the best day of my life.”

Steve snorted, but let him walk to the door and stand outside of it for a moment.

When Eddie came back in, his cheeks were red, but he looked determined.

He pulled Steve into him by his hips, crushed their lips together, and smiled so hard their teeth clacked against each other. It was a little messy for a first kiss, but they could get better.

“You love me? Really?”

“I thought it was obvious,” Steve laughed as they pulled apart.

“I thought I was obvious!”

“Not really. I was convinced I was imaging things! Robin had to explain to me what the hanky code was before I even believed you liked guys!”

They both laughed so hard they cried, forgetting entirely that they were still in the doctor’s examination room.

Someone knocked on the door and they broke apart quickly, trying to stop the laughter for a moment to deal with whoever was at the door.

A nurse poked her head in. “Sorry, don’t wanna rush you, but just wanted to make sure everything was okay? Did you need to see the doctor again?”

“No, no. Sorry. We’re heading out. He just needed a minute,” Steve said quickly, smiling back at her.

She nodded and left, leaving the door open as a silent reminder that they needed to disinfect the room for the next patient.

“Steve.”

“Yeah?”

“I love you, too.”

“You don’t have to say it just-“

“I’m not. I’m saying it because I love you. I see you, remember? There’s a lot there to love.”

Steve turned a bright red, and Eddie decided then he would do just about anything to see that shade on Steve’s cheeks and neck as often as possible.

“Let’s go home,” Steve finally said when he recovered. “Wanna kiss you more.”

“Can’t argue with that.”

[vaguely-concerned]

so for obvious reasons, rye is not generally all that popular with most of the senior watchers. however. I think there is a certain type of younger watcher to whom he is The ultimate hot badboy icon and fantasy. (we're talking about a group of extreme indoor kid goth nerds who've barely been outside. it doesn't take a lot ot achieve bad boy status in this context and the only thing in this world that lasts forever is a bad reputation in a small insular group like the watchers.) it's SO funny because rye thinks of himself as such a disappointing fuckup of a son of the grand necropolis. and meanwhile there are novices kicking their feet and giggling as they're like

'Ingellvar is so cool. no one knows where he's from he was found down here as a baby. mysterious orphan appeal. he could be a secret dalish prince or something for all we know. (*annoyed extra nerd watcher novice voice*: umm actually the dalish don't have princes, merrivar?? read a real book sometime maybe???) he's a rebel. he doesn't care what the senior watchers think no time for politics he just gets the job done. (*small sad rye voice* I care a lot what the senior watchers think actually. a pathetic amount, in fact. it just rarely seems like it helps anything at all) I heard he graduated almost top of his class even though he spent all his time as a student partying up in the city and having a torrid affair with the son of a noble family. sometimes in his spare time he wears a cool punk leather jacket but like the fantasy version of that. he has tattoos apparently but no one's seen them for years. yuh-uh it's true too, I know someone who knows someone he dated once. they say he saw a knife fight once. like, in a bar brawl, with living people. all that, and he's even sneakily emotionally unavailable. *starry-eyed sigh* what a dreamboat'.

needless to say this only grows worse with the events of the game, after he takes out the formless one and rumours start to spread that he maybe killed a god or something too???? and this being nevarra, more importantly he's out there killing dragons with his sworn companions?? like a fucking fairytale prince but with that devil-may-care rebellious streak???? he's the safely unavailable first crush at a distance of many a young watcher. now imagine the reaction when he shows up home for the first time in a year after the war of the banners accompanied by The one true bad boy fantasy to rule them all: literally the sad brooding crown prince of the crows of antiva in leather pants who has WINGS and a dark tortured side of his nature that he has to constantly battle against for the sake of those he loves.

(the perception vs. reality situation for both of these characterizations is. so unspeakably hilarious needless to say. consider how much of the above lucanis characterization is accurate to the person he actually is and then you've basically found the level of distortion lens being applied to rye as well. is most of it technically true? sure. 'technically' is having to do a whole world of heavy lifting there tho fhdfska)

what I'm really saying here is that there is a subsection of this group that's been ferociously writing rye/lucanis rpf from the moment they were seen trotting down into the necropolis depths together (other pairings within the lighthouse gang as a whole, caught in tantalizing glimpses as they visit the necropolis, of course having their own devotees), and when this fandom subgroup eventually discover they were right it's with all the insane glee of a sixteen year old fanfic writer on wattpad (is that still where the kids are these days. idk i'm getting old folks) finding out that their dark mafia prince AU is basically true. varric might be gone but the legacy of friendfiction lives on after him. the king of thedas rpf being the shoulders of titans that young watchers are standing on to write fevered WILDLY inaccurate depictions of the private life of two of the most low-key domestic quietly devoted and undramatic people on the continent, one of them being varric's own poor little meow meow slash mentee, is something that can actually be so personal. rye does not end up terribly famous in the end considering the shit he manages to get done in this game, and he thanks his lucky stars for it. but to a tight-knit community of mourn watch fic writers he is blorbo from my apocalypse. it's all I could have wished for him.

(funniest possible outcome of all this: myrna gets so fucking tired of trying to understand what the novices are being so tittery about that she asks rye 'watcher ingellvar with the realization that this is a long shot and the admission that vorgoth and I have exhausted all other avenues of investigation: do you possess secret insight about what an 'x reader' is. and also 'ship war'. your name seems to come up in this context a surprising amount'. 9000000 points of incoming psychic damage about to hit the fan.)

[quizzicalwriter]

can you please do a johnny cade x fem!reader smut where they decide to use toys (and there's a lot of squ!rt!ng involved?) ty!

Sunny

Pairing: Johnny Cade x Fem!Reader

Summary: A searing heat wave leaves Johnny with new ideas on how to beat the heat.

Warnings: Smut. MDNI. Temperature-play, fingering, oral, all that good stuff.

A/N: Thank you for the request! (Also I know it’s not technically toys, but I figured this would work! If you want a full-on toy fic with Johnny just shoot me an ask and I’ll write it!)

Word Count: 3.4k

“It’s 12:05, this is Lee Bayley on Tulsa’s KAKC with the sounds of sunshine!”

Sunshine your ass, whatever hung heavy in the midday sky felt more like a blazing inferno rather than the dainty sun you’d painted in the corner of your childhood drawings. You couldn’t bring yourself to be too peeved at the radio host, the man was likely indoors under heavy air conditioning.

At least he was a damn good DJ, nobody else seemed to be playing a mix of Santana and Van Morrison, not so early in the day anyhow. The hum of bass and methodical drums filled your one-bedroom apartment, the rare wind gust blowing your window blinds against the siding of your wall.

Johnny had hardly given you a moment to beg for a cold shower together before he’d pressed a kiss to your temple that morning, whispering words you didn’t quite catch - all you’d truly caught in your overly hot and tired state that morning had been his promise of something cold when he got back.

You rolled yourself off the muggy bed, kicking your feet in frustration as the top sheet tangled itself around your ankle, as if silently begging you not to leave it under the prying eye of the sun. You were in no mood, so with a grunt you rolled onto the floor, body emitting a soft thud as you came in contact with the shag carpet below.

In nothing but your underwear and an old beaten shirt of Johnny’s you trudged your way into the kitchen, opening up all the windows on your way through the apartment. Your radio softly hummed from your bedroom, some song you didn’t entirely recognize, but found yourself swaying your hips to nonetheless as you bent over to seek something cool in your fridge.

Surprise, surprise. There was nothing. Unless you counted the half-eaten clementine on the right side of the fridge, sitting all pitiful against a half-gallon of milk. As anyone would in their right mind when faced with overbearing summer heat, you closed your refrigerator and opened your freezer, crossing your arms against the frigid plastic before resting your cheek against your propped arms.

The freezer motor buzzed to life, adding to the already abundant noise of the city below pouring through your open windows. You continued humming to the faraway music sounding from your bedroom, losing yourself in the abundance of cool air as you shut your eyes. You’d likely have fallen asleep standing up if it hadn’t been for the slam of the front door, followed by a sing-song whistle, one you knew by heart.

“In here!” You called, not daring to move from your self-created frozen heaven.

“Freezing yourself?” Johnny asked through a gentle laugh, placing down two armfuls of paper bags. You only hummed in reply, tilting your head to the other side to give him a brief smile, one he returned in earnest despite the subtle redness against his cheeks.

“Got you somethin’.” He murmured, tone playful as he moved over to you. Your eyebrows lifted in intrigue, curiosity getting the better of you as you moved from the freezer, the door slamming shut behind you as you leaned against the kitchen counter.

“And what’s that?” You asked with a smile.

“A treat.” He responded, rifling through the paper bags before handing you a cup that he’d so diligently wrapped in another paper bag. “Told you I’d get you somethin’ this mornin’, treat to beat the heat - or whatever the hell they say on those commercials.”

You would’ve groaned at his poor imitation of the commercial that plagued your television set, but you couldn’t focus on anything other than the ice-cold treat in your grasp. With a giddy laugh, you flipped the top off, an audible, and admittedly dramatic moan leaving you as you spooned a hefty amount of the Icee into your mouth.

“Good right?” He asked, hand gently pushing your hip from the drawer behind you to fetch himself a spoon, digging in alongside you as you nodded. Icee’s were certainly a good way to cool your body down, and you definitely didn’t mind watching as Johnny moved beside you, tilting his head back in cold-induced euphoria.

“Very good.” You murmured around your plastic spoon, eyes watching him intently as he scooped another spoonful of the slushy into his mouth. Maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the way his face looked when flushed - either way, you were burning up and the Icee was doing little to quell the heat pooling in your stomach.

Oblivious to your plight, Johnny’s eyebrows lifted, metal spoon still in his mouth as he turned around to free a hefty bag of ice from one of the paper bags. You hummed in thanks around your spoon, earning you a quick nod as he pushed the bag toward the back corner of the freezer.

You placed the half-empty cup down behind you, hands slick and wet with condensation. You took your chance, slinking yourself behind Johnny, giving him no time to duck away before reaching your hands up and underneath his shirt, splaying your cold hands against his warm muscles.

“Jesus-“ He cried out, back arching away from your hands as he reached behind himself, pained words turning into pleading laughter as he turned himself around. “Quit it!”

He had more than enough strength to wrestle your arms snug against himself, ensuring you wouldn’t be able to torture him with your overly cold fingertips. But he loved the way your smile would crinkle the skin beside your eyes, how your nose would scrunch. It was precious to him, worth the goosebumps that raced across his skin, the droplets of cool water that raced down to the hem of his jeans - all of it.

In a bid to have you more pliant, he grabbed your forearms, pulling them around himself. You continued laughing, head falling back as you smiled up at him through your laughter-induced tears. He returned your smile, eyes focused on yours as you steadied your breaths. His hands dropped from your arms, instead moving to cup your jaw as he leaned down to press his lips to yours.

The taste of artificial cherry soared across your tastebuds, along with a sudden chill at the coldness of his tongue. You lifted your arms, draping them around his neck as your tongue moved with his, goosebumps spreading up your forearms at both the fading chill of his tongue paired with the burning lust settling heavily in your lower stomach.

His hands moved from your jaw, tracing along the curve of your waist before resting against the swell of your ass. He gave the plush flesh a harsh squeeze, pulling a surprised squeal from you, one that made him smile into your kiss before resuming his movements.

The bedroom wasn’t far away, but he had no patience, not when you were standing half-dressed in front of him - in his shirt, no less. His fingers toyed with the hem of your underwear, brushing his fingertips along your mound as he nipped at your bottom lip.

“Couch?” He asked, pulling away a fraction to gauge your reaction. When you nodded he backed away, watching with an amused smile as you ran toward the living room. Rather than follow behind you, he turned toward the freezer.

You sunk into the warm fabric of your couch, shallow breaths leaving you in droves as anticipation wore you thin, causing you to soak the thin fabric of your underwear. He reappeared with a glass filled to the brim with ice, condensation already fogging the bottom where his hand rested.

“Gotta cool you down, right?”

You nodded as he moved to sit beside you, placing the glass down on the adjacent coffee table. He then dipped his fingers into the glass, curling the digits around two cubes of ice. Two fingers kept one held firmly against his palm as he held the other between his thumb and index finger, maneuvering himself between your legs, free hand helping your legs to drape over his lap.

“Trust me?” He asked as cool water dropped onto your bare thigh from his palm. You nodded, breath catching in your throat at the plethora of ideas that soared through your mind. He caught your excitement with a smile, his free hand moving to cup the underside of your jaw, tilting your head back to meet his gaze.

“Open your mouth.” He ordered, words careening on the edge of inaudible as he trailed an ice cube around the fullness of your bottom lip. You obeyed, eyes fluttering as you parted your lips. He smiled down at you, finding himself proud of how quickly you listened to him. “Good girl.”

You tilted your head back, allowing him to push the ice farther into your mouth, watching as his eyes focused on how quickly the ice melted against the heat of your tongue.

The sight of your tongue twitching underneath the ice, cold water dripping from the corner of your lips, Johnny couldn’t help himself as he leaned down to connect your lips to his. His hand grasped your jaw, fingers threading through your hair as his tongue met yours.

The steady drip of cool water against your waist pulled you away, goosebumps chasing the droplets in earnest. Johnny murmured an apology against your lips, hardly backing away an inch before his hand smoothed underneath your shirt, lifting the fabric up and over your head.

He took the half-melted ice cube between his fingers, placing it in his mouth as he situated himself between your thighs. He looked up at you through his eyelashes, ice perched between his lips. You could only watch as he lowered himself, bitter cold making contact with the hollow of your stomach. He trailed his lips downward, goosebumps rising along your skin. Cool droplets of water headed down the side of your stomach, leaving you involuntarily arching from the couch as his hands kept your hips steady.

“Johnny-“ You whined, feeling your arousal coat the thin fabric of your underwear. He ignored your plea, instead hooking his fingers into the hem of your underwear, slowly pulling them down in tandem with his movements. You could feel him inching closer to your aching cunt, his right hand pushing your thighs apart, pinning your knee to the backrest of the couch.

You’d expected him to give in, to give you the pleasure you’d so desperately sought after. Instead, he sunk lower onto the couch, trailing the ice onto your inner thighs. You shivered, soft moans falling from you as droplets of water glided down to your cunt. Every so often his gaze would meet yours, the desperation hidden beneath his eyes becoming more ravenous with each passing second.

He propped himself up on his arm, plucking the ice from between his lips. It dripped down his forearm, accidentally causing water to smear against your inner thighs. In a makeshift apology for having teased you for so long he leaned down, right hand held away from your body as he pressed featherlight kisses against your damp inner thighs. You hadn’t the mind to be frustrated, only wanting his lips, fingers, or anything he’d give you.

“Been so patient.” He murmured after placing another open-mouthed kiss on your inner thigh. “So proud of you.”

Before you could conjure a response he shifted between your legs, brushing the edge of the ice against your clit. You gasped, hips bucking down against the couch. His free hand moved back to your hip, holding you steady as he continued swirling the ice against your aching clit. You were left writhing under his hold, mind muddled by the pleasure and lack of release.

In an act of mercy, he tossed the ice to the floor, hands splaying against the underside of your thighs, fingertips freezing against your skin. You rested into his hold, shifting your hips to bring yourself closer to him. He responded to the movement with a smile and a kiss to your thigh, trailing his lips downward until he reached your cunt. The heat from his lips burned, the shift in temperature drastic enough for your hips to buck up into his touch.

His tongue delved between your folds, your arousal coating his tastebuds, the taste pulling a groan from deep within his chest as he swirled his tongue around your clit. The feeling of his tongue against you paired with the obscene sounds of him sucking your clit into his mouth left you whining, hardly able to manage a measly breath as he flicked his tongue against your clit.

Your fingers threaded through his thick hair, the placement of your hands giving you enough balance against the couch cushions to rut up against his tongue. He never backed away, letting you use his mouth as he tried his damndest to keep up with the desperation-fueled bucks of your hips. His middle and ring fingers spread your folds, allowing him to lick a stripe up your cunt before he focused his attention back on your clit, swirling his tongue around it as he pushed his fingers into your cunt, curling them upward to brush against your g-spot.

“Fu-uck.” Was all you managed at the combination, word breathless as he thrusted his fingers into you, syncing his movements with his tongue. Your hips rocked down against the digits, pushing them deeper into your cunt, the depth causing your cunt to squeeze around his fingers. He groaned at the feeling, the vibration of his voice centered around your clit. You could feel your lower stomach tensing, thighs trembling in his hold as he lapped at your cunt.

He could feel your orgasm building before you’d even registered it, too blinded by the onslaught of pleasure to recognize your cunt fluttering around his fingers, how your breaths had become short gasps of his name, your grasp on his hair tightening to an almost painful degree. His free hand moved to your lower stomach, pressing down against the plush skin as he continued pumping his fingers into you, massaging that spot within you that left you trembling.

“C’mon, baby,” he whispered, begging you to come undone against his tongue and around his fingers. You gave him his wish with a broken cry of his name, back arching from the cushion of the couch, your hips jerking as he continued his ministrations. His pace sped up, the pleasure almost brutal as he helped you through your orgasm. You could feel your juices dripping down the cusp of your ass, soaking the fabric beneath you.

His lips and chin glistened underneath the overhead light, the sight making you flush as he wiped his skin dry with the hem of his shirt, pulling the fabric off of himself afterward. You leaned up, thighs shaking with the movement as your hands found the front of his jeans. He looked down at you, lips parted as his breaths came in shuddering gasps. You kept his gaze as you unzipped his jeans, fingers sliding against the worn denim. You could feel his cock straining against the material, his chest heaving with each touch of your fingers against his shaft, no matter how featherlight.

You slunk your hand into the fly of his jeans, flattening your palm against the shaft of his cock, fingertips settling at the base as you leaned up onto your knees, pressing your lips to his in a searing kiss as you swallowed the moans that left him at the feeling of your hand slowly moving along his aching cock. You’d hardly been able to wrap your fingers around him before he’d pushed you back onto the couch, right hand moving to cup the underside of your thigh, hiking it up to rest against his lower back.

“Please-“ You whined against his lips, hands eagerly pushing his jeans down his hips.

He leaned down onto his left arm, propping himself up as he wrapped his hand around his cock, pumping himself languidly as he swiped his tip along your soaked folds, finding himself unable to stop the groan that reverberated in his chest at the warmth of your cunt against him.

Your eyes met his in a silent plea for him to fuck you, to extinguish the fire burning heavy in your lower stomach, the very feeling that left you dripping, clenching around nothing as he teased you with the tip of his cock.

“Johnny-“ You panted impatiently.

With a roll of his hips, he bottomed out inside of you, stretching you out blissfully. The tip of his cock brushed against your cervix, causing your hips to twitch as you grew accustomed to his size. You two fucked often, yet every time you had to give yourself a moment to readjust to his size, not that he minded - if anything he seemed to love the sight of you squirming beneath him, lips parted as you took in shaken gasps while your cunt squeezed around him.

“Alright?” He asked as he pressed a kiss to your forehead, leaning back to level his eye-line with yours. You nodded, giving him the reassurance he needed to pull his hips back, dragging his cock out of you before pushing back in, the lewd sound of your cum coating his shaft filling the shared silence between you.

Your legs tightened around his hips, the heels of your feet digging into his lower back, pushing him deeper into you in tandem with each thrust of his hips. Your eyes stayed locked with his, pupils blown, irises sharing every emotion you couldn’t put to words while overcome with such intense pleasure.

His pace was slow, methodical, ensuring he brushed against each spot inside of you that left you rolling your hips with his, wordlessly begging for more. With a kiss to your temple, he slunk his hand down between your damp bodies, circling his middle and ring finger around your clit.

A gasp rasped from your lungs as your head fell back against the cushion of the couch, the combination of his cock and fingers leaving you a mess of whimpers and heavy breaths. He watched you, face flushed a reddish hue from both the heat and the feeling of your cunt squeezing his cock each time he bottomed out inside of you.

You could feel your juices dripping down the cusp of your ass, warm and wet, stark in comparison to the remnants of water that lingered against your chest and stomach. His fingers picked up in their pace, the change pulling a drawn-out moan from you as your eyes squeezed shut, feeling your lower stomach tense.

“Johnny-“ You whined, words trembling.

“I know.” He replied, closing the distance between you with a chaste kiss to your lips before he trailed his lips down to your jaw. His cock twitched as his hips rocked forward, pace hastening as he felt your cunt fluttering around him. “I know, baby.”

With a sharp cry of his name, you were cumming around his cock. He trailed open-mouthed kisses along the curve of your throat, each one interrupted by a choked-back grunt as he fucked you through your orgasm.

Your arms wrapped around his neck, pulling him down against you as he rutted into you, tiny breaths and whines of your name tumbling past his lips. He tried to muffle the noises by burying his face in the crook of your neck, but you heard them all the same, each noise causing your cunt to squeeze around him.

“Fuck, I-“ He breathed, eyebrows screwed together as he pushed himself up onto his left arm. He abruptly pulled out of you, the feeling of being empty leaving you whimpering as he pumped himself through his orgasm, spilling himself onto your lower stomach with a grunt of your name.

He collapsed onto you, placing light kisses against your throat in between whispered praises, his right hand smoothing up the side of your waist, fingers tracing delicate patterns against your skin as you both caught your breath.

“Definitely didn’t help us cool down.” You laughed out, looking over to him before pressing a kiss to his forehead. He hummed in response, a lazy smile evident on his face, absolutely glowing in post-coital bliss.

“Can always take a shower.” He murmured against your skin, eyes flickering up to meet yours. You knew by his glance that neither of you would be getting clean in that shower, but who were you to turn an opportunity like that down?

“Deal.”

A/N: Did I listen to a radio track just to get a line from an old Tulsa station? Yes, yes I did. It’s a shame radio ain’t as popular as it used to be, and it’s a damn shame rock stations don’t play classic rock half as much as they used to. Anyhow, I hope you all enjoyed this! It ain’t hot outside where I am, but I certainly miss southern summers enough to write about ‘em! Thank you all for the countless love and support you show me and my work, I appreciate you all so much!

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Genlissa Analysis

Hey there! I actually meant to write this analysis earlier, but I got sidetracked by the shaunahat analysis that ended up being… longer than expected. Anyway, I recently went through s1 and s2 specifically to spot these two in the background so I could write this analysis after seeing some of Vanessa Prasad's interviews that I found particularly enlightening regarding both Gen as a character and the genlissa dynamic. I was relatively indifferent to both until I watched those interviews, then went back to rewatch the show with a new perspective in mind. And I sure have a lot to say and a lot of feelings about them, so bear with me.

In this analysis, I'll explore both Gen and Melissa as characters individually and how that affected their relationship and what I believe drove them to form the bond they share in the show. I will be using both elements from the show as well as information mentioned by the actresses. A lot of this analysis will be speculation and theories, given we don't actually know much about these two, but I will substantiate my claims when possible. I would also like to remind that what the actors say isn’t necessarily canon, but I think in this case, it can inform us about how the characters were portrayed and on how it can convey a lot of them and their relationship. None of what I'll be saying in this analysis should be taken as canon as I'm only speculating with the information we have been shown and given.

But before you read, if you are interested, here are a few interviews I'd recommend, as I'll be using information mentioned in these. I'll be linking specific clips throughout this analysis whenever I quote something Vanessa or Jenna say.

Jenna Burgess's interview with Kaitlyn

Vanessa's interviews with Kaitlyn, scifivision and YJ Hive

(If you'd prefer, the analysis is also on AO3!)

With that out of the way, let’s get started.

Introduction

First, I’ll have to start with a specific “headcanon” given it’s going to do a lot of heavy lifting for this analysis. I’m putting it in quotation marks because I do think there is canon evidence that I’ll go through later. But essentially, Jenna Burgess and Mya Lowe decided to play Melissa and Gen’s relationship in season 2 as if they only became friends after the crash. This is something Vanessa mentioned in a few interviews, and something that she and Jenna carried on in season 3. As I said earlier, the words on the actresses don’t guarantee that it’s canon, but it still influenced their acting choices while portraying those characters and their dynamics together. And I do believe there is evidence in the show itself for this claim. I know them being childhood friends or at least best friends pre-crash are popular headcanons, and season 4 might decide to go that route. But for this analysis, I’ll go with the actresses interpretation. I just wanted to get that out of the way, this analysis will be on the premise that they became friends after the crash. This is also mostly an analysis of their friendship, with the potential of being either platonic or romantic. More on that later.

So let’s start from the beginning. Who are Gen and Melissa? They are both mentioned to be part of the JV team by various cast members. Liv Hewson did mention Melissa being a JV too. It is very likely for Melissa to be a JV, while Gen was shown as being part of Varsity in season 1. Her being JV might be a retcon, an oversight, or a misunderstanding from the cast. Either way, this analysis works better if Gen is part of JV, so I’ll continue on the premise that both her and Melissa are JV.

Season 1 retrospective

Let’s go back to season 1. Mya Lowe is playing an unnamed extra, who is later given the name Gen in season 2. She is the only extra who remained on the show after season 1. Melissa is technically in season 1, or rather, an extra who is later recast with Jenna Burgess and named Melissa. When I went through season 1 to check what the extras were doing in the background, I paid extra attention to these two. At no point are they shown hanging together. There is nothing indicating that they were friends, or particularly close. We do see them on the screen together, but always hanging out with different people. So I understand why Jenna and Mya would have decided to play their characters as if they became friends after the crash, since it would be more consistent with season 1. If they were close friends pre-crash, you’d expect them to be hanging out in season 1, but it wasn’t the case. So for the sake of consistency, I understand their decision, and I think it works better that way given how their relationship develops in season 3. But that’s for much later, let’s stick to season 1 for now.

For most of season 1, Gen is seen hanging out with the main group. She never talks since she is an extra, but she is still often seen sitting with them. She is seen on occasion close to Mari and sometimes Lottie, and even Akilah, who are part of the supporting cast.

As for the fellow background characters, Gen is often seen with who people assume are meant to be the extras Britt and Robin replace in season 3. It’s unclear if these two are Varsity or JV, but most fans like to assume they are JV. She is seen going to Doomcoming with those two extras, and later Akilah is seen hanging out with them too.

I did say we never saw Gen and the proto-Melissa hanging out together, but they still share a connection. They are teammates and seem to have friends in common. For example, proto-Melissa is also seen hanging out with the same extras Gen is friends with (proto-Britt and Robin). She is also often seen hanging out with the short-haired girl, who also seems friends with Gen. And the redhead girl on some occasions.

The only indicator that Gen and Melissa might have been friends pre-crash is the team picture. If we accept that the blond girl in it is meant to be Melissa (it seems to be the same actress as proto-Melissa), then it does appear like she and Gen are close. Now, I could easily dismiss this picture as just existing for the sake of being a prop and should not be taken as proof, but that’s not how I like to do things. So I'll address it. I have taken many pictures in groups, for school, team sports, or at work. Who you are standing next to in those pictures does not mean you are actually close to them. And it's not unusual to lean against the person next to you, especially in a sports team. If anything, it can show these two are relatively on good terms without being close friends. And I'd argue that the fact they are never seen actually hanging out is far more indicative than a single picture.

From what I can gather from season 1, Gen seemed to have been a relatively popular girl. She has many friends and gets to hang out with the Varsity team, despite potentially being a JV. It seems she might have been friends with Lottie, given that Lottie kept a picture of them together by her bedside, even as an adult. So I'm confident that Gen wasn’t an outcast or a loner. However, there seems to be a shift in season 2, but that’s something for later.

Regarding Melissa in season 1, we mostly saw her hang out with the short-haired girl. This character was never seen after season 1, so she either died off screen, her existence was retcon, or she'll mysteriously be brought back in season 4 and act as if she was always there. But for the sake of this analysis, let's say it's either one of those two options. It means Melissa doesn’t really have friends. She's more of a loner and someone who keeps to herself, something her actress also agrees with. There are clues of this in season 2 where she only seems close to Gen, and in season 3 when Shauna tells her no one cared about her. 

So, we have a relatively popular girl and someone who's more of a loner. And they weren’t shown to be friends in season 1 as far as we know. So what could have led these two to become the duo they were in season 2, as well as the close friends we came to know? This is something I’d like to theorize about before moving to the actual content we saw of them. So let’s discuss what could have potentially happened between them between seasons 1 and 2, when they seemingly become close friends.

How did Melissa and Gen become friends?

I think Jackie’s death is actually the trigger that sparked their relationship. We didn’t see the direct aftermath of Jackie’s death and the impact on the group given there was a two month timeskip, but this was definitely a very traumatic event for everyone, not only because she was their friend but because they are all indirectly responsible for her demise. And I think Jackie’s death was a wake up call for Gen specifically. As I said earlier, Gen was hanging out with the more popular crowd, and might have decided to stick with them in season 1 because it felt safer. She felt more protected if she stayed with them. The concept of popularity was still something she might have valued, a part of society she couldn’t let go of yet. But after Jackie, arguably the person who was the most popular (at least, pre-crash) ended up dying after being essentially cast aside by the group, Gen could have realized that popularity is meaningless in the wilderness. It didn’t protect Jackie of all people, so it certainly won’t protect her. And one of the reasons why they turned their back on Jackie is because they didn’t think she contributed enough to the group.

I think Gen was really affected by this, because she also felt like she wasn’t contributing much to the group. If someone like Jackie could be abandoned by her supposedly closest friends over that, then Gen wasn’t safe. She couldn’t guarantee that even her friends wouldn’t turn her back on her if the rest of the group decided she was also useless. Gen needed someone she could actually rely on. Someone she’d be an equal with, who wasn’t part of the popular group, and could have her back if she needed. And that person couldn’t be Mari or Akilah, even if she was still friends with them, given they are still among the main group. And this is how Melissa fits in all this.

Melissa at that point in the story doesn’t really have any friends. She’s a fellow JV who also potentially didn’t contribute much to the group. Someone who isn’t hanging out with the popular people. She’s an outsider, who could equally benefit from having a friend who she can rely on. After all, neither of them would want to be the next Jackie. They can have each other's back, and share tasks, so they are more efficient and less likely to be cast out. And if one of them ends up in a similar situation as Jackie, the other can be there to support them. Pre-crash Gen might not have considered befriending someone like Melissa if she was more of a loner, because she’d value popularity, but in the wilderness, her values changed, and perhaps she discovered that she had more in common with Melissa than she would have ever thought.

As for Melissa, she doesn’t need reasons to accept Gen’s friendship. She doesn’t want to be alone, not after what happened to Jackie, so she’d also want a friend she can count on. Now that it’s winter and they have to spend more time in the cabin, with not much else to do, having someone you can hang out with is something Melissa might want. And just like Gen, Melissa might have realized she has more in common with her than she thought, as they both seem to share a similar sense of humor. What might have started as a friendship out of convenience to feel safer after the death of Jackie evolved into a more genuine friendship, one that makes them feel safer and brings them comfort after the trauma they experienced.

Some of those points were brought up in interviews with Vanessa Prasad. She mentions that from Gen’s understanding, she and Melissa were equals, and they had that camaraderie that they shared where they were not included in this power hierarchy going on within this group. What she said does fit with my interpretation, where Gen no longer values being part of the power hierarchy and would rather want a relationship with someone with whom she can be an equal, this person being Melissa. I like how Vanessa also refers to Melissa as Gen’s “comfort person”, and how they share a bond that was built around the shared trauma they experienced. Her relationship to Melissa makes her feel safer, and it’s something she desperately needs in her current situation. Losing Melissa would mean losing that comfort, even if she has other friends. Because her friendship with Melissa had something unique that Gen doesn’t feel towards her other friends, and that is this need for safety within the group. But more on that later, once we reach season 3.

Season 2 retrospective

Gen and Melissa are seen together throughout season 2, mostly in the background. They do have a few scenes where they actually talk (here’s a video compilation of those I'd recommend watching). So let’s go through them one by one.

The first scene we are introduced to Gen and Melissa together is in episode 1. They are sitting at the table with Crystal, another girl who isn’t part of the main group. In this scene Melissa express a certain curiosity for what the main group talking about, which Gen is quick to dismiss, saying “who gives a shit”. Remember, Gen used to hang out with them, while Melissa didn’t. I think it makes sense with what I analyzed earlier, Gen no longer wishes to associate herself with that power hierarchy.

Then, Gen is pretty rude to Crystal for constantly humming. At that point, they are all starting to starve as the food is getting rarer, so it makes sense to be more on edge. But I also think Gen being particularly mean to Crystal might be a remnant of being previously a popular girl, as Crystal seems relatively unpopular. Melissa doesn’t add anything, so I’m not sure if she was actually bothered by Crystal humming. Anyway, this scene did make Gen look like somewhat of a mean girl. Vanessa did say in an interview that Gen being more “bitchy” in season 2 was due to her feeling like she wasn’t contributing to the group. That fits with what I said earlier, after what happened to Jackie, Gen being on edge for feeling useless makes sense. It’s not that she’s usually a mean person, it’s her current predicament making her more irritable. That and the hunger.

Not much happened in episode 2 as they are mostly seen in the background. We do see, however, that when Shauna and Mari are fighting about Jackie’s jacket, Melissa and Gen are quick to recoil and not get involved, while most of the other characters do try to intervene. It does show these two would rather keep to themselves and not get involved in any kind of drama or conflict with the main group, giving credence to what Vanessa said.

Then we move to episode 3. Once again, not much happened as they are mostly background characters. But something interesting in this episode is that even though we do see Gen and Melissa mostly together, during the baby shower Gen is sitting with Mari and Akilah instead, while Melissa sits next to Shauna. Jenna mentioned in an interview that Melissa was really only friends with Gen, while Gen had other friends, such as Mari, so part of her felt lonely over that. This loneliness might be why she felt drawn to Shauna, but that’s something I already explored in the shaunahat analysis. But I still wanted that out. It doesn’t seem like Gen and Melissa were having a conflict, though, just that Gen would sometimes hang out with other people while Melissa didn’t really have anyone else.

Another interesting point, when the birds fell and died, and Lottie asked to “gather this offering”, Gen and Melissa didn’t do that, they went back inside the cabin. At that point in the season, neither of them goes to the prayer circle. That will be relevant later.

As for episode 4, basically the same thing, they are mostly just seen hanging out in the background together. Then we have the hunting competition between Nat and Lottie. Melissa and Gen are seen to be Team Nat, which makes sense since neither of them seems to adhere to Lottie’s cult at this point.

Then, later, they assist Nat in trying to pull the moose out of the frozen lake. We know they unfortunately failed. They are then seen with the others when Lottie is found, dangerously close to hypothermia, both showing concern for Lottie's well-being. We also see them at the end of the episode when Javi comes back, they both seem glad to see him alive.

Now we move to episode 5, the second time we actually have a speaking scene between these two. But before we go there, I'd like to point out an interesting detail. Gen has started going to the prayer circle for the first time. However, Melissa did not. I think that highlights one of the major differences between Melissa and Gen. At her core, Mel is actually an outsider, someone who does keep to herself and more of a loner. Gen has experience being in groups, she knows more about social pressure and group thinking. After the moose incident, I think it strengthened the belief in the Wilderness for some of them. They could have viewed it as a punishment from It for not following the rules, as they were not supposed to intervene in the hunting competition. I think Gen could see the shift in the group and decides it’s best to join the prayer circle, regardless if she believes in it or not. She might have not thought it was worth it at first, but with more of the group believing in It, and with what happened the last time someone expressed disbelief in the Wilderness (Jackie), Gen might have been worried. Especially given she was among those who went to help Nat, therefore she's among those who broke the rules. Going to the prayer circle ensures that she's seen as one of the believers, it gives her another layer of safety among the group. Or perhaps part of her actually started to believe in It after the moose incident, or at least have a doubt. When you're desperate to survive and starving, that definitely can open your mind. There's also the fact Gen is friends with Mari, who is going to the prayer circle for a while now, so I could see her convincing Gen to go, especially after she sided with Nat.

Moving on to the actual genlissa scene. Gen and Melissa are seen talking about Javi, Gen complaining that he doesn’t want to talk about where he was. Then Melissa said her memorable line “maybe he did that, and that's his ghost”. I do believe Melissa was joking, and Gen does look a bit annoyed with Mel's, kind of like “Are you kidding me?”. This could be just a regular “I'm messing around” moment between two friends, but upon rewatch, I also think it could have been a subtle way for Melissa to tease Gen about recently starting to go to the prayer circle. Remember, Melissa still isn't going, and for a while Gen wasn’t either, so I could see both of them making fun of the whole concept when they are alone together (like “haha, they believe in tree spirits”). But now that Gen is going, Melissa teases her about ghosts, but still as a playful banter. I'm not claiming this was the intent of the scene, but that’s my interpretation, and I think I'd be funny.

Not much happened with these two in episode 6 since most of the teen timeline is focusing on Shauna being in labor and later the dream she has. We do see Gen and Melissa work together, so it shows they might be used to doing tasks together. Interestingly, this is the first time Melissa is seen participating in a prayer circle, so it took a situation where someone's life was at risk for her to give in.

Then we move to episode 7 where genlissa has two speaking scenes. Before that, we do see Gen with Mari and Akilah, and we can see once again is not with them. Just more indication that these two are Gen's friends, but not Melissa’s. Gen is particularly affected by the death of Shauna’s baby, to the point she wished they could have gotten her to a hospital. Meanwhile Mari and Akilah are more realistic about the situation. They are also saddened yes, but recognized that they couldn’t have done more.

When they discussed Crystal’s disappearance, Melissa suggested that perhaps the Wilderness took her like It took the baby. This seems to show that she is now starting to believe in the Wilderness. When Melissa suggests that, Gen then added that perhaps “It will give them something back” in exchange for their lives. This wasn’t a callous remark though, as she was tearful when she said that. The death of the baby seemed to have really shaken her. Then they have a prayer circle for Crystal’s safety.

Part of them depart to go look for Crystal while Gen and Melissa stay behind. They both wish that they will find Crystal alive at first, then Gen mentions it wouldn't be so bad if she wasn't. Mel looked shocked by that comment, until she realized what Gen was actually implying. Gen isn't actually wishing for Crystal to be dead out of malicious intent, but because they are starving and want to eat her corpse. They are both unable to day it clearly as they are still struggling to come to terms with that desire, so they try to use the Wilderness as justification, that It wouldn't want Crystal’s body to be wasted. They haven't reached a point where they can openly admit wanting to commit cannibalism for themselves. They still end that conversation saying they do wish Crystal is alive, probably both because they don’t actually want her dead and because they feel guilty about wishing it and probably need to reassure themselves that they haven't sunk that low yet. This scene was more comedic in nature (two dumbasses telling each other “exactlyyy”) but it does show their complicity, they understand each other without needing to spell everything out. And they trust each other enough to even imply to one another that they are willing to do more cannibalism. They aren’t scared the other will judge them, as they both understand each other. This is the kind of bond forged by two people who share the same trauma.

The episode ends with Shauna beating up Lottie, and Gen and Melissa seem to have different reactions. Melissa looks more shocked, and even intrigued, while Gen looks more horrified by the situation. And that different reaction to violence might become relevant later. I would like to point out that prior to that scene, most of the group were having a prayer circle, but despite joining for the last two, Melissa is sitting away from the rest of the group. I think she became disillusioned after Shauna’s baby died and Crystal’s disappearance. Those were the two prayer circles she participated in and nothing was gained from those. So she might consider it's no longer worth it.

Moving on to episode 8. When Shauna took a blanket, Gen got annoyed at Shauna for taking it without asking first, while Shauna justified that she’s not using it and Lottie might be cold. Then Melissa told her “now you give a shit about Lottie?”. I have the feeling both Gen and Melissa discussed together what happened to Lottie, and this incident is when Gen stopped tolerating Shauna. She used to really feel bad for her because of everything that happened to her, but after Shauna violently beaten Lottie and could have killed her, I think this is when Gen could no longer make excuses for Shauna’s behavior. This aligned with something Vanessa said in an interview, that Gen did feel sympathy for Shauna, but there was a limit to her empathy, and she wouldn’t justify Shauna hurting others or being a bitch to them, because she’s not responsible for what happened to Shauna. So I do think Shauna beating Lottie was the first event that set Gen no longer being okay with Shauna, and this antagonism grew stronger in season 3 in response to Shauna being more and more hostile to them.

I think Melissa was mostly backing up Gen, since as I said, they probably discussed that incident together, and it’s reasonable for her to also be upset at Shauna given they are all worried for Lottie’s well-being. But that’s something I discussed more in the shaunahat analysis. What I can say here is that it once again shows the bond between Gen and Melissa, as they are in sync regarding that situation.

Then we have the hunt where Natalie drew the Queen of Hearts and has been chosen as sacrifice. Interestingly, Gen stays behind while the others go hunt Nat, since Travis was trying to protect Nat and someone needed to stop him. So Melissa was present when Javi died, but not Gen. Not counting the mysterious extras that were with her, Gen is the only named character (outside of Travis and Ben) who didn’t see Javi die. So Gen wouldn’t carry the same guilt as the others regarding letting Javi die. She was still a participant in the hunt by holding back Travis, but she did not experience letting someone die. She was probably told what happened, possibly by Melissa. If Gen had been there she would have probably also let Javi die, but the fact she didn’t have to experience that definitely separates her from the others regarding the amount of guilt she must feel.

We now arrive at the last episode of season 2. There isn’t much to say, but I did notice that when Travis takes a bite of Javi’s heart, Gen seems more disturbed by that than Melissa. Even Mari, who was sitting in between them, didn't react much. I wonder if it’s because they personally witnessed Javi’s death so they are more desensitized, while for Gen this is a situation she is probably still processing, after being told. I think she felt shocked to know her friends let a kid die, but deep down, she knows if she was with them, she would have probably done the same. Part of her was already wishing for Crystal to be dead due to hunger, so she understands that feeling of desperation when one is starving.

Then we move to Nat’s coronation as their new leader. Given Lottie is the one who chose her, she’s the first one to pledge allegiance to her. Interestingly, Gen is the first person after Lottie who pledged to Nat. Melissa did it later, and removed her hat as a sign of respect. Then, we all know how it ended. The cabin burned down. No more genlissa content for that season.

So we are done with season 2. Gen and Melissa are seen together throughout the season, mostly in the background, but as you can see, they didn’t speak much, so their overall relationship or them as characters weren’t really fleshed out yet. We can still speculate with what we saw, and use it to support other observations in season 3. If I have to make a short conclusion for season 2 alone, I’d say that they do feel like close friends, but I can also believe what the actresses said about them becoming closer friends after the crash. Gen often hanging out with other people without Melissa feels odd, I feel like if Mel had been her best friend pre-crash she’d prioritize spending time with her, or at least include Mel into her larger friends circle. Back to what Vanessa said, about Gen considering that her relationship with Melissa is them being equals, I do believe this is how Gen feels about it. But I don’t think that’s how Mel feel. They aren’t actually equals. If things go south between them, Gen has other friends she can lean on, while Melissa only has Gen. Mel is more reliant on Gen since she’s her only close friend, something Gen can’t relate to. She might consider Melissa to be her comfort person, someone she feels safer with if things go wrong with the main group, but she has other friends. Gen might not realize that, but this makes their relationship unbalanced. She also joined the prayer circle before Melissa, still putting some value into group thinking instead of solely relying on Mel. I don’t think Melissa resents Gen for having other friends, but she does feel some loneliness. I think what Gen and Melissa gained from their friendship is relatively different. Gen is looking for a person that gives her comfort and a feeling of safety, while Melissa wants someone to ease her loneliness, as she is someone who was mostly alone before. And I do think it plays a major role in how their relationship develops in season 3, especially when Melissa starts developing a crush on Shauna.

Pre-Shaunahat (season 3)

Before moving to season 3, I'd like to speculate on what could have happened with these two during the timeskip. Season 2 ended and it was still winter, while season 3 began at the summer solstice. We skipped all spring. We know Gen became the new hunter after Travis and was being trained by Nat. It would certainly take a lot of time for Nat to train Gen into becoming the competent hunter we see her become at the start of s3. Which means Gen spent less time with Melissa. We know Gen is Melissa’s closest friend, which must have left her to feel pretty lonely whenever Gen left to go train with Nat or simply go hunt. Even if they do share a hut, there are still a lot of moments they aren’t together, contrasting with their time together in season 2 where they were almost always together. I think that’s why Melissa started participating more into the group activities, while she previously seemed to avoid those. She is herself starting to feel isolated so more likely to cling to whatever she can to not feel alone. At the start of s3 she does seem to get along with some of the other girls, notably Britt and Robin, so she does have people she could consider friends now. I do think Gen spending less time with Melissa and Melissa starting to hang out with other people is what eventually led them to drift apart later in the season, but that’s something I'll discuss further once we get there.

Moving on to season 3. The first time we see Melissa and Gen was during the “catch the bone” game, where they were both on opposite teams. Gen ended up being the one who brought victory to her team. Then they are seen together later during Van storytelling activity for the summer solstice. This contrasts with season 2, where these two would usually hang out on their own, or when Gen hung out with other people, Melissa would be absent. As I said earlier, with Gen being more busy with hunting duty, it might have been an incentive for Melissa to participate more in the group so she wouldn’t be alone. At this point though, Melissa and Gen are still on good terms. Gen seems particularly happy since she’s on the winning team and Melissa is on the losing team, and the losers must act as the personal servants for the winners during the rest of the day. This is still playful banter though, something they are probably used to, if it’s not the first time they played that game before with the same conditions for the winners and losers.

Later in that episode, we do see Gen and Mari sunbathing together, and ask Melissa to act as their servant. They both seemed to be teasing Melissa, especially after she dropped the meat. It was revealed in an interview with Jenna that the reason why Melissa got distracted and dropped the meat was because she was looking at both Gen and Mari. It was a scripted thing. So it’s interesting to know Melissa does have, at the very least, an attraction to Gen physically. Before Shauna asked for her help with the meat, Melissa was just sitting down, seemingly watching these two sunbathing. I assume she was just on the lookout in case they needed her assistance (as she was acting as their personal servant).

Melissa and Gen have a short interaction in episode 2 that carries a lot of weight. After Mari had disappeared and Nat tried to get Shauna to go look for her, Shauna angrily told her “fuck Mari” while storming in her hut, passing by Gen and Melissa (and nearly bumping into them). After that happened, Gen turned towards Melissa and gave her a look while smiling. Melissa seemed a bit awkward about that and looked away. This scene was interpreted by most fans (me included) as Gen teasing Melissa about her crush on Shauna. But that couldn’t be farther from the truth.

It was confirmed by Vanessa Prasad that Gen was actually not aware of Melissa’s feelings for Shauna. And it does play a larger role in the evolution of Gen and Melissa’s relationship throughout season 3, so it’s not something that can be brushed off to just fans having a different interpretation. It’s actually important that Gen did not know. So that look Gen gave Melissa in that scene wasn’t “look Mel, it’s your crush”, it was more “look Mel, Shauna is being a bitch again”. And Melissa looking awkward is most likely because she felt embarrassed, she knew what Gen’s look meant and she probably did not want to badmouth the girl she had a crush on.

Now, why do I think it’s important to acknowledge that Gen did not know Melissa had a crush on Shauna? Because this explains why these two had a falling out after Melissa started dating Shauna. But it’s something I’ll discuss once we reach that point in the timeline. I will say though, I do think the fact Melissa seemingly haven’t told Gen about her crush on Shauna can inform us about their relationship. It could be that Melissa wasn’t out yet as a lesbian, but I do have a feeling that at this point, it’s not necessarily something she’d feel the need to actively hide. After all, Taissa and Van are out and no one has an issue with them. I do think if Melissa had told someone she’s gay, it’d be Gen. Or Gen figured it out herself because I don’t think Melissa is that subtle about it. But regardless of whether Gen knew about Melissa’s sexuality, she wasn’t aware she had a crush on Shauna. So I think Melissa might not have trusted Gen enough to tell her. She knows Gen isn’t fond of Shauna and might have been worried she’d judge her for that. It’s not necessarily an indicator that there is something wrong with their friendship, but it does show that, at least on Melissa’s side, there is a lack of trust. And I think Gen realized that once Melissa and Shauna started dating, and that only added more to her feeling of betrayal. But more on that later.

Melissa and Gen are seen interacting in episode 3 too briefly, when they were in the cave looking for Ben. They are seen talking to each other when Misty suggested that Ben is doing a “double bluff”, like in that movie “with the two guys”. Melissa somehow accurately guessed that she meant The Princess Bride, much to Gen’s surprise. It is the second time Melissa mentions this movie in the show, which is interesting given what happens to her character (her devotion to the girl she loved, getting hit by an arrow, faking her own death, etc). I’m sure Gen is aware of Melissa’s fondness for that movie, so that makes her reaction funnier.

And now we move to episode 4, where their relationship took a dark turn. When Melissa rather aggressively agrees with Shauna regarding Ben, the camera focuses on Gen's reaction for a moment. As a reminder, Gen is not aware that Melissa has a crush on Shauna at that point, so she must have felt genuine confusion to see Melissa siding with Shauna like that. Gen doesn’t seem to be quite fond of Shauna, and possibly even talked about that with Melissa in the past, judging by the look she gave her in episode 2. So this must be a shock for her to see Melissa agree with Shauna, and that wasn’t the end of it.

During the trial, when it was time to vote, Melissa pressured Gen to vote guilty, even elbowing her. She put her friend into a thought spot where she felt intimidated by both her and Shauna into voting guilty, even though she didn’t want to. We can see Gen looking at Nat with an apologetic look on her face when she ultimately voted guilty. This must have been a very uncomfortable and stressful moment for Gen, where she couldn’t understand why her friend was pressuring her to vote a certain way. In a way, Melissa used their friendship to her own gain, because she wanted to please Shauna, something Gen couldn’t know at that point. Melissa prioritized what she wanted over how Gen felt, without properly explaining to her why she behaved that way. And that’s definitely not a good thing for a relationship that is supposedly about being “equals”.

We don’t know exactly what happened between Melissa and Gen in between episodes 4 and 5. Gen is still not aware that Melissa has a crush on Shauna, so if she does confront Melissa regarding her behavior during the trial, Melissa would probably just say she genuinely thought Ben was guilty. We don’t see these two interact much in episode 5, but they are those who were charged in bringing Ben to his execution alongside Robin and Britt. Britt was the one who opened the door of the animal pen, Robin distracted Ben while Gen put the bag on his head, and Melissa… kind of just stood there (supervising the operation, I assume). Robin, Britt and Gen were clearly uncomfortable and acting conflicted about what they were asked to do (which they didn’t really have much of a choice), while Melissa, at least at first, was more confident. Yes, I remember Gen told Ben “you don’t deserve it” when he requested to be looked in the eyes, but that was clearly not how she truly felt as we can see that right after, she is visibly upset.

But then as we know, Ben didn’t get executed, because Akilah had a vision that he was “their bridge home”. As a group they made the decision of slicing Ben’s achille to ensure he wouldn’t escape. Shauna was tasked with this, but ended up making Melissa do it. When these two emerged from the animal pen afterward, for a brief moment we can see Gen looking shocked, maybe realizing what Melissa had done. Then when Shauna grabbed Melissa’s hand and dragged her to her hut, Melissa is seen turning around to look at the group one last time before going inside Shauna’s hut. It’s possible that she might have been looking at Gen more specifically. Once Melissa went inside, Gen stood near the fire for a few seconds, staring at Shauna’s hut, before stumping to her own hut. It did feel like Gen was upset, probably because she didn’t expect that, but more on that later.

Intermission (mid-season thoughts)

Now that we have reached mid-season 3, I’d like to do an intermission and summarize my thoughts on genlissa so far. As I said earlier, I do think their relationship has always been fundamentally unequal, despite what Gen might think. Right from the start, Gen was never alone, she had other friends, while Melissa only had Gen. What they expected from one another wasn’t quite the same. Gen needed a friend she would feel safe with, she was looking for a comfort person and someone she could trust. But for Melissa, who didn’t seem to have any other friends, this is more about not wanting to be alone anymore. Gen might think they were equals, they weren’t. If Gen decided to break the friendship, she’d still have Mari or Akilah, while Melissa would be left alone. At the very least in season 2, Melissa was more dependent on that relationship, but after Gen started training with Nat and Melissa started making other friends (like Robin and Britt), she needed Gen less. She wasn’t as lonely anymore. She also had that crush on Shauna. Melissa’s situation had changed, but Gen’s need for a comfort person hasn’t. Gen’s position in the group definitely became more secure now that she was the new hunter, but you never know how things can turn out. She still needs a person she feels like she can rely on if things go wrong. And that person was Melissa.

I also think this works perfectly with the actresses' interpretation of their relationship, that they only became close friends after the crash. To me it feels more realistic for Melissa to push Gen away in favor of her relationship with Shauna if they weren't close friends before the crash. Not that it's impossible for two long-term best friends to drift away when one starts a new relationship, but I still feel like if they had been friends for years, Melissa would have been more comfortable telling Gen that she had a crush on Shauna. Or Gen would have noticed on her own. It wouldn't have come off as a surprise for Gen. But if they only became close friends for a few months now, it makes more sense that Melissa wouldn't tell Gen and would ditch her for Shauna.

That might be controversial to say, but I think Gen always cared more about Melissa than the other way around. Gen does have other friends, yet Melissa is special to her, it’s a bond she forged through the share trauma they experienced, and someone that make her feel safe and brings her comfort. But for Melissa, who was a lonely person, I think anyone’s friendship would have felt the same to her. She just wanted someone so she wouldn’t be alone. Gen herself isn’t special to her, she was just her only friend so that made her valuable to her. Until she had other friends, and then the opportunity to have a girlfriend. Then she had no issue tossing Gen aside. I do think Melissa liked Gen, just not as much as Gen liked her. At least, up to this point in the story.

The Genlissa falling out 

Then we move to episode 6. There was a timeskip of around 3 months between episodes 5 and 6, where Melissa is now dating and sharing a hut with Shauna, leaving Gen alone in her hut. There was actually some content regarding Gen and Melissa that was cut from this episode that did give more depth to their relationship, which Vanessa Prasad talked about in some interviews. According to her, Gen felt jealous of Shauna and Melissa’s relationship. She didn’t know Melissa had a crush on Shauna, so she felt completely blindsided by the reveal, and even betrayed. We didn’t see the aftermath of episode 5, but I do think these two had an argument about it at some point and a falling out. Losing Melissa as a friend had been rough on Gen, and, at least in the script, it was the reason why Gen started to act out in episode 6. Her bumping into Nat? She was actually distracted by something Melissa and Shauna were doing in the background, but that got cut. Without that context, it did look like Gen was bumping into Nat on purpose, which didn’t help fans' perception of her.

It got worse when Gen is seen pushing Nat later in the episode. More specifically, Melissa told Nat to “shut the fuck up” and Gen repeated that while pushing Nat. Well, once again, there was a specific context that got cut from that scene. But, even without that context, I’d argue it was obvious she did that in support of Melissa. But what was originally in the script made it clearer. According to Vanessa, when she filmed it, she looked at Shauna and Melissa afterward for approval, but they both ignored her. This was what was in the script, but this got cut. The reason why Gen went that far is because she was desperate to get back with Melissa, even if it meant also getting Shauna’s approval. But when they both ignored her, she instantly regretted it. Because she doesn’t actually have anything against Nat. She actually does respect her. But, in her desperation and with how much she missed Melissa and wanted to get her back, she pushed Nat to get her approval.

Later we see Gen sitting with Shauna, Melissa, Britt and Robin during the banquet. So it does seem she might have succeeded in a way in getting in Shauna’s good graces. Well, enough to be allowed to sit with her. Though Jenna Burgess mentioned that there is a deleted scene where Melissa was mean to Gen. Apparently, Gen asked Mel if she could sit with her, which Melissa replied “it’s a free country”. Not really acknowledging Gen’s desire to sit with her and shrugging her off. I do believe it’s possible that this deleted scene happened during the banquet, that would tied neatly with Gen’s failed attempt to get Mel and Shauna’s attention, while being later seen sitting with them. I don’t know if we can hold a deleted scene against Melissa regarding her treatment of Gen, but I do think it’s fair to assume Melissa hasn’t really been kind to Gen while she was dating Shauna. Possibly because she could tell Gen didn’t fully approve, or maybe Gen flat-out told her she didn’t think it was a good idea to be with Shauna. That could explain why Gen is now trying to also befriend Shauna, because she feels like this is her only way to have a relationship with Melissa.

Another interesting detail in this episode, during the banquet, when Lottie starts screaming (with the frogs), Gen turned to look at Melissa. It might be because in a moment where she was being worried or even afraid, her first instinct was to seek out Melissa. She is her comfort person after all. Even when they aren’t on good terms, and Melissa has been mean to her, she’s still the person Gen would instinctively seek comfort from.

Why was Gen acting out in episode 6? 

Before moving to the next episode, I’d like to talk about why Gen is so desperate to get back with Melissa. Why is her friendship with her so important? After all, it isn’t like Gen doesn’t have any other friends, and yet losing Mel affected her to such a degree that she was willing to hurt Nat, even though she respects her. I would say this is why the fact Gen and Melissa only became friends after the crash is so important. This is what separates Melissa from her other friends. Melissa is a friend Gen made through a shared trauma. She’s someone she might not have been friends with if it wasn’t for the crash. She has a unique connection with Mel that she does not have with her other friends. As Vanessa said, Melissa was Gen’s “comfort person”. She's the person she trusts the most. It’s possible that the friendship she formed with Melissa helped her cope with the trauma they experienced in the wilderness. I’d also argue that Melissa’s friendship may be something that helped Gen “accept” their situation. Going through that crash and everything else afterward was awful, but at least she made a friend through this horrible situation. So in a way, it was “worth” it. So losing Mel as a friend was more than just losing a friendship, she was losing her way to cope, her way to accept her predicament, as well as the comfort she was getting from that relationship. So it makes sense for Gen to be distressed after losing Melissa. She was desperate to get Melissa back, no matter what (and how).

Vanessa summarized this perfectly here: “It initiated all this desire to get back in with Melissa, even if that meant befriending Shauna in a way that she hadn't. It was like this desire to, almost in a panic, 'I need my comfort person, and I'll do whatever it takes to be with that comfort person'”. Not only was Melissa a friend she cared about and liked, it was almost as if Gen had a deep emotional and even psychological need to get back with her. And that perfectly explains some of her behaviors, why she seemed to be siding with Shauna while in reality, she only did so because Melissa was with Shauna. It was always about Melissa. So that's why she would try to get both Melissa and Shauna’s approval by pushing Nat, someone she doesn’t even have anything against and even respect. Because she needs to get back with Melissa outweighs her respect for Nat. It wasn’t fair to Nat, but it’s understandable why Gen acted that way, in her current mental state. Let’s not forget it’s been at least three months since Melissa and Shauna have been dating, so a relatively long time since Gen is missing Melissa. So pushing Nat was an act of desperation to get back her friend, after months of feeling this distressed over losing Mel.

Jenna also said something interesting regarding their relationship. First, that shaunahat is a mirror to jackieshauna (but in a more twisted way), where Shauna assumes the role of Jackie and Melissa takes the one of Shauna. And then, genlissa is a mirror to shaunahat, where Gen in turn takes a similar role as Melissa, starting to act out to get Melissa’s attention, similarly to how Melissa was acting to get Shauna’s attention. So I could see genlissa eventually being a mirror to jackieshauna, but more on that later.

Genlissa reconciliation and ShaunaHat breaking up

Now that we've got that out of the way, we can move to episode 7. Melissa gets shot with an arrow by Kodiac, and as she falls, her first instinct is to call for Shauna and ask her to stay with her. A reasonable request to expect your girlfriend to stay with you when you get injured. But as we know, Shauna had other plans in mind. To her credit, she did order Mari to make sure Melissa doesn’t die. So Mari was the only one being coerced into staying behind to take care of a seriously injured Melissa. Interestingly, the first person to go check on Melissa was Robin, which seems to solidify a previous claim that these two are relatively close friends. Then Gen is the second person to react, rushing to Melissa’s aid, while angrily yelling at Lottie for killing Edwin. Her anger towards Lottie is understandable, given her actions indirectly led to Melissa getting hurt. This is a very stressful situation for her, where she is scared her friend might die. When Mari tries to pull on the arrow and cause more pain to Melissa, Gen is quick to react and tells Mari to stop. 

Then we fast-forward to the end of the episode. Melissa got shot at night, and it’s now the morning, meaning Gen stayed with her all night, trying to get the arrow out. A very traumatic event for both of them, for Melissa because of the pain and fear she went through, and for Gen, who was worried her friend might die. This was a stressful situation for everyone involved, including Mari, who knew Shauna would kill her if Melissa died. Robin and Britt were there too, but at that moment, it was only Gen and Mari trying to get the arrow out. Gen is the one who realized the arrow must be barbed, so trying to pull on it would only hurt Melissa more. She’s the one who figured out they need to push it through. Gen was very proactive in this scene, she was trying everything she could to save her friend. And she was so careful with how she handled Melissa, taking all the steps she could to make sure she could remove the arrow as safely as possible. And also made sure Melissa was okay with her decision, waiting for her approval before doing anything. When she pushed the arrow through, she kept looking at Melissa, maybe as a way to reassure her through this whole ordeal. The dedication and care Gen showed Melissa in this scene is truly admirable, in my opinion. And if we choose to still consider that cut scene where Melissa was mean to Gen as canon, then despite Melissa not being nice to her lately, it did not change how Gen felt about her. She still stayed with her all night and took care of her injury, like a true friend would. And that does show how much Gen cares about Melissa, despite how poorly Melissa has treated her lately. As I said earlier, Gen desperately needs Melissa, so the possibility of her dying put her under lots of stress, and more determined to try keeping her alive.

Then we move to episode 8. After Hannah was captured, the group decides to go after Kodiak since he knows how to get out of the wilderness. Melissa is now wearing her arm in a sling and still has blood on her clothes. Out of concern for Mel’s well-being (given I assume barely a few hours have passed since the arrow was removed), Gen asks Melissa to stay behind, but Mel refuses and insists on joining the search party, claiming that it “doesn’t hurt that much”. Gen is right that Melissa should be resting, and I assume no one would expect her to go look for Kodiak. But I think Melissa’s ego got bruised, she got hurt by that man, and her girlfriend left her behind. She doesn’t want to look weak or useless, she has to show she can still contribute. And she probably wants to be there once they catch the man who nearly killed her.

We also see Gen and Melissa later in the episode when they are getting ready to leave and hopefully get rescued. Gen and Melissa are on laundry duty, and Mel is telling Gen after what she wants to do once they get rescued. They share a sweet moment together, showing that they have reconciled. I’m sure Gen was happy she could hang out with Melissa again, and relieved that she survived. And with the hope of rescue, she probably hoped that she could continue their friendship outside the wilderness. And I would assume Melissa feels the same way. After what Gen did for her, she might have realized her friendship with her was worth more than she thought, that Gen is someone she can actually count on… or so I thought.

We reach the point where Shauna decides that no one is allowed to leave, with the support of Taissa and Lottie. I was really curious after this episode aired to see which side Melissa would be on. Would she stand with Gen and seek rescue, or would she rather stick with Shauna and stay?

Turns out, she sticks with her girlfriend rather than her best friend. The group get split into two teams: Team Crazy (Shauna, Tai, Lottie, Melissa, Van and Misty) and Team Rescue (everyone else). Though it seems Melissa and Van are only there because their respective girlfriends are, but they both want to get rescued. It might not have been shown, but this does imply that once again, Melissa ditched Gen in favor of Shauna. She is still prioritizing that relationship at the expense of her friendship with Gen, and also at the expense of what she actually wanted (get rescued). And this decision came back to bite her in the ass not so long after.

Shauna and Melissa have a public argument that quickly turned ugly, with Shauna verbally abusing Melissa and berating her in front of the group. After Shauna shot her (and grazed her coat), but thankfully missed, we can see Gen in the background react with shock and horror. From her angle, she couldn’t see if the bullet actually hit Melissa. She probably couldn’t see Melissa’s little… accident, too. Hence why Van is the one who reacts the quickest, she could see what actually happened and take care of Mel, who was still in shock and seemingly couldn’t move. This echoes something Vanessa said in an interview, that Gen couldn’t really see what happened, so part of her thought her friend had been shot and might die. And that’s why she was frozen there. What she went through with Mel getting hit by an arrow was traumatic for her too, so it was like she was experiencing that again. Being powerless and seeing her friend get shot again. Gen couldn’t rush to Melissa at that moment because she was too shocked, thinking that perhaps this time she actually lost her friend. Thankfully Van was there to take care of Mel, helped her cover the stain, and brought her somewhere else (I assume Tai and Van’s hut where she could get a change of pants).

Then we later see Melissa going back to Gen’s hut, her tail between her legs (Jenna’s words), professing “fuck Shauna” and how she now wanted to be part of Team Rescue. We see Gen being started at first, probably worried it might have been someone else, but then sighs in relief when she saw it’s Melissa. Despite being ditched twice by Mel so far, Gen welcomed her back with open arms because she still cares about Melissa and wanted nothing more than to have their friendship back. Gen trusted Melissa enough to let her in on the plan, and “forgave” her for her less-than-great behaviors towards her. I think there is a lot that Gen can forgive Melissa for, because her friendship means so much to her. And after what they went through recently, with Melissa getting shot (twice) and both times Gen thinking Mel might die, I think she is willing to forgive a lot, and also just feels bad for what Melissa went through. Unfortunately for them, Shauna realized Hannah and Kodiak were trying to escape, and Hannah killed Kodiak to avoid getting killed by Shauna, effectively ruining their chance to escape. At that moment, Gen and Melissa exchanged a look, because they realized they won’t be able to get rescued any time soon.

Something Jenna said in an interview echoes a lot of my thoughts here. She said that Gen and Melissa are close enough that you can ask to be forgiven and that they share a close bond. That Gen is someone that can call you on your shit and that if things haven’t gone too far (which it didn’t this time), you can go back to. Gen does feel bad for everything Melissa went through lately (the arrow, the gun), so she gives Mel a lot of grace, despite her not acting the best. And Melissa is aware of that. That’s also how I felt about that scene, and about Gen. As for Melissa, I think she might have finally realized she can count on Gen, and that she’s not someone she shouldn’t be taking for granted. I think Melissa might regret how she treated Gen while she was dating Shauna, especially after everything Gen did for her and how willing she was to forgive her and take her back. As Jenna said, this is the kind of friendship where they can forgive each other, as long as they haven’t reached a certain limit.

This is also echoed in an interview with Vanessa, where she mentioned that the arrow scene was Gen's way to prove her loyalty to Melissa, and in return, it was a wake-up call for Melissa. This moment made Melissa realized who she can actually count on, and this person is Gen.

Alright, now we move to the finale. Gen and Melissa are back to sharing a hut. Part of me expected Melissa to go back with Shauna, but this episode proved me wrong. Part of why I thought so is because it’s unfortunately common for victim of abuse to go back with their abuser. I do think Melissa might have been tempted to go back to Shauna if she didn’t have a friend like Gen. As mentioned by Jenna, Gen is someone who would call out a friend on their shits. She would do everything she can to make Melissa understand how bad that relationship was. And after what they both went through, Melissa should know that Gen is the person who has her best interests at heart. She must have realized she should trust her, that Gen has her back, especially after helping her with the arrow and forgiving her later for being not so nice to her. So I do believe their friendship, especially Gen’s support,  was essential to Melissa not being tempted to go back with Shauna. 

Back to the episode. We don’t really see them interact much, but they were both involved with the plan to instigate a hunt so they could kill Shauna with Mari and Akilah. After Akilah poisoned the animals, both Gen and Melissa exchanged a glance, knowing that this was part of a larger scheme. According to Vanessa, their original plan was for Mari to kill Shauna. But since Mari pulled the Queen of Hearts, Melissa had to do it instead. Meanwhile Gen’s role was to make sure Shauna was alone. Unfortunately, the plan failed, Melissa couldn’t go through with killing Shauna and Mari died. This is an outcome neither of them planned nor wanted, and I bet they both feel guilty about it. Melissa wasn’t as close to Mari as Gen was, so I can see her death affecting her more. After the discovery of Mari’s body, Gen and Melissa are mostly seen standing next to each other, except during the banquet, where they are sitting completely opposite. I don’t think it means much, given Taissa and Van aren’t sitting next to each other either. But it’s still an interesting detail to point out. Gen seemed particularly distraught when she had to eat Mari, given they were close friends and she did try to help her during the hunt.

This concludes my recap and thoughts for each episode of season 3. Before I move on to my prediction for season 4 and the conclusion, I’d like to discuss if genlissa is platonic or romantic. For short, I do not think that for the content of this analysis it matters if their relationship is either platonic or romantic. Everything I have said would still apply. But, I do think for what might happen with them in s4, this could become relevant. We already know these two are friends, but is it possible there was something romantic going on too?

Is Genlissa platonic or romantic?

Personally, I don’t think that (so far) something romantic happened between the two of them. Vanessa also confirmed that for season 2 at least, Gen and Melissa were written as platonic. But, I do think it’s possible that there were intentional romantic undertones in season 3. Firstly, I already mentioned that Melissa dropping the meat because she was distracted by both Gen and Mari in their bras was actually scripted, so we can already establish that Melissa is attracted to Gen. But, that doesn’t mean she had romantic feelings towards Gen. And I personally don’t think Melissa was in love with Gen. At least, not when she was having her crush on Shauna and later date her. It is however possible Melissa could have developed feelings for Gen afterward, but we don’t have enough evidence for that in season 3 for me to have a clear opinion on that.

As for Gen, I do think it’s possible she had feelings for Melissa. According to Vanessa, Gen did have a scripted sexuality that ended up being cut. Vanessa did not want to specify what it was in case the show decides to go in a different direction, but the way she talked about how it informed her performance as Gen is interesting. Even if it was ultimately cut from the script, Vanessa still kept that information in mind while playing the character. She then mentioned that Gen seeing Melissa date Shauna could have made her start questioning her own feelings regarding Melissa, especially since she is still a teenager and might still be figuring out stuff about herself. There really are only two options regarding what Gen’s sexuality might have been in the original script. She was either meant to be straight or queer (of course if she was meant to be queer they might have specify the exact label, but I do think it’s irrelevant when it comes to her feelings towards Melissa). So I can think of two possibilities based on what Vanessa said:

I think both are as likely, but part of me would rather lean towards option B, with perhaps a bit of option A. As in, Gen being potentially queer but thinking she is straight. It’s important to remember that not only is she a teenager, this is the 90s. Being anything but heterosexual was extremely frowned upon. So it’s possible that Gen is indeed queer, but due to social stigma, she doesn’t fully accept it. For example, if in the original script Gen was written to be bisexual (or even pan), she could have suppressed her attraction for girls and only focused on her attraction for boys, convincing herself that she is straight. But seeing her friend being open about her sexuality, and even dating a girl, could have forced Gen to question herself, about why it bothers her so much that Melissa is dating Shauna and about the true nature of her feelings towards Mel.

A) The script said Gen is straight, but Vanessa decided to go with "what if Gen thinks she's straight but starts having doubts when she gets jealous of Melissa and Shauna dating, leading her to start questioning her feelings for Melissa and sexuality.

Or

B) The script said Gen is queer, and even after it got cut from the script, she still kept that in mind and incorporated that detail in her performance, and that's why she played Gen as feeling jealous of Melissa and Shauna dating.

So, to answer the initial question, I do think genlissa is, at the moment, platonic. As in, they aren’t in a romantic relationship for now. But, I do think there is a potential for it to become romantic. Right now Melissa does have an attraction for Gen and it might involve in romantic feelings, while Gen is implied to have conflicted feelings towards Melissa.

Season 4 predictions

And that leads me to my predictions for season 4. I do have a feeling that we might see a romantic development for genlissa. Part of me finds it odd that they’d script a canon sexuality for Gen and then cut it, as well as cutting a lot of scenes of Gen showing jealousy towards Shauna and Melissa being together. I also think Alex looks similar to Gen, as in, the actress looks similar to Vanessa, and perhaps it was on purpose. All of this, I have a feeling it might have been because they did intend to have some sort of “love triangle” between Gen, Melissa and Shauna, but decided it might be a bit too much. They might have prefer to only focus on Shauna and Melissa’s relationship for season 3, since it was already a lot to confirm Shauna as queer and have her date a girl, and that involving them in a love triangle might have been distracting. So my theory is that they cut that plotline and might include it in season 4, now that Shauna is well established as queer and we got to explore her relationship with Melissa. Introducing a love triangle between Gen, Melissa and Shauna wouldn’t feel too convoluted. 

I am curious to see if season 4 will address how Gen felt regarding Melissa failing to kill Shauna. Will Gen actually find out? Given that Mari died during the hunt, Melissa doesn’t have to tell her the truth, she could easily pretend she didn’t have the time to kill Shauna before she heard the horn. After all, Mari’s death was an accident they didn’t expect, and it derailed their plan. I think if Gen finds out the truth, there are different ways she could react. She could be upset that Melissa spared Shauna, because she thinks it makes Mari’s death in vain, especially since Gen was close friends with Mari. I could equally see Gen being unable to be mad at Melissa, because after losing Mari, she wouldn’t want to lose another friend. She might be able to understand why Melissa was unable to kill Shauna. After all, Mari was supposed to be the one who kill Shauna, and Melissa only took that role because Mari became the sacrifice. So part of Gen could have already known Melissa wouldn’t be able to, hence why it was not her initial role in this plan. It might be a bit of both, Gen feeling upset at Melissa but at the same time, not wanting to lose her friendship, so she forgives her. Or she could consider that Mari’s death was equally their fault since it was their plan that led to her death, so she wouldn’t see the point in blaming Melissa. Killing Shauna wouldn’t have prevented Mari’s death. And it could also be affected by how she learned, if Melissa confessed the truth to her, or if she learned it from Shauna. She might be more willing to forgive Melissa if she’s the one who tells her the truth. I could see Shauna tell her the truth simply to try ruining their relationship, if we go the love triangle route. Or just out of spite. Either way, I am really not sure how Gen would react. There are so many ways it could go down.

I do think Gen’s character will be further explored in season 4, as well as her relationship with Melissa, regardless if they go the platonic or romantic route. Unfortunately, I think Gen will die, and her death will lead Melissa on a much darker path, leading to the person she became as an adult. And I have a feeling that Gen’s death will be Melissa’s fault in one way or another. Shauna does project herself onto Melissa a lot, her whole relationship with her was her way to be the “Jackie” and making Melissa her “Shauna”, so having Melissa also be responsible for the death of her best friend would bring this full circle. As I said earlier, shaunahat mirrors jackieshauna, and genlissa mirrors shaunahat, so it could lead to genlissa mirroring jackieshauna.

Conclusion 

So, we reached the conclusion of this analysis. Gen and Melissa share a unique friendship that was born in the wilderness, this is a deep bond forged through the shared trauma they experienced. These are two people I am not sure would have become this close if it wasn’t for their circumstances, but nonetheless, they did develop a genuine and deep friendship that I do think could continue beyond the wilderness, if they had both been rescued. This friendship had ups and downs, I do feel like Gen cared more about Melissa than the other way around, and that led to their falling out. They are back to being friends now, potentially with a deeper bond. This is a relationship that has the potential to become romantic in my opinion, which we will have to see if this is the direction they are heading for in season 4. I do think we are heading for a tragic conclusion, and I wouldn’t be surprised if Melissa ends up being the downfall for Gen. I think in a way, genlissa could mirror jackieshauna, so Melissa being the cause of Gen’s death would be an appropriate conclusion for them. A very tragic and sad conclusion but hey, so was jackieshauna. And as much as it would probably make me devastated when Gen ultimately dies, I’m here and for it and I am looking forward to what season 4 will have in store regarding these two.  

Phew, this took me weeks to finish! And I think it was worth it. I had a lot of thoughts regarding these two and I needed to express those. Writing this analysis just made me appreciate Gen even more as a character, and it does sadden me how often her character is mischaracterized by the fandom. I actually intend to do a “in defence of Gen” post soon. Anyway, thanks for reading this far and don’t hesitate to let me know what you think and what are your thoughts on genlissa!