#decided to make this a post instead of an ask

[em1i2a3]

Soak Up The Sun

Pairing: Bob/Robert Reynolds/The Sentry/The Void x Thunderbolts!Fem!Reader

Summary: You and the team are on vacation in Mexico–Val’s treat for staying out of trouble–and Bob ends up getting a brutal sunburn after refusing to wear sunscreen.

Warnings: Just pure fluff here, Descriptions of Sunburns, Bob is in pain in this one (bros please wear SUNSCREEN) Bob and Reader are in an established relationship, Bob’s a bit sassy in this lol.

Author’s Note: In keeping up with the theme of being in scorching hot climates, I decided that this would be a great little blurb to do! I just found it to be a nice little thing to release and write as a little break from my Bob Floyd fic today. I loved writing this little thing and adored the little hint of sassy Bob I decided to throw in there cause the man does have some sass I think. I can’t wait to post my next thing tomorrow, I’m so excited for it! Cause on Friday we’ve got another crazy double update circuit and I cannot wait!

Word Count: 2,856

“Bob…” Your voice was low, a plea edged with exasperation as you leaned one hip against the dresser, sunscreen bottle in hand, “Please…You’re literally going to scorch. I forgot to reapply yesterday and I literally felt my skin cooking. I could’ve sworn I smelled burning flesh.”

From across the hotel room, Bob groaned like you were asking him to give up his freedom instead of just–god forbid–apply a thin layer of SPF. He was standing near the sliding door that led to the balcony, the golden morning sun caught the tousled edges of his damp light brown locks. His thin cover up–white linen, of course–hung open and loose over his chest, clinging slightly where his skin was still warm from the shower you both took. His swim trunks were a deep navy, already wrinkled from him sitting cross-legged on the bed earlier trying to fix the drawstrings so they were even.

His bare chest–pale in all it’s glory–was on full display, freckled and defenseless. And still, he had the audacity to shrug lazily and say “My skin is us–used to the sun. I’ll be fine Y/N.” You stared at him with wide eyes, absolutely aghast by what he had just said.

”Used to the sun?” You repeated, “Bob…My love…Light of my life…The only thing your skin is used to right now is fluorescent lighting and being covered by hoodies, long sleeved shirts, and sweaters year–round…This isn’t New York.” He scratched the back of his neck, his face turning a blush red from all the things you had just called him, clearly trying not to grin, and slowly you watched his eyes soften. It was the look he always gave to you when he wanted to entice you for a kiss–or for when he wanted to convince you to let him do what he wanted.

”Bob. Don’t give me that look. You’re really going to end up getting burned. Put the damn sunscreen on.” He raised his hands as if he was surrendering, but instead he took a step towards the hotel room door.

“Y/N…I’ll be fi–fine. I’m just going to be an hour or two…Maybe less.” You advanced a single step towards him,

“Robert.” You said sternly, which made his lips quirk up into a smile.

”Ou…Using my fu–full name now…We're getting serious hmm?” You squinted at him.

“You’re pushing it.” You warned, still following his movements. You kept your distance, calculating your angle. If you needed to tackle him, you’d need room for a solid launch. The carpet was thick, cushioned enough to minimize injury. Bob’s eyes flicked nervously to your stance, and you knew he saw it too–the calculation behind your silence. You saw his hand move to rest subtly on the doorknob behind him, fingers curling around it slowly.

“I will literally tackle you to the ground in the middle of the damn resort if you don’t protect your skin.” Your voice dropped into dangerous territory. Low. Even. With just enough heat to make his brow glisten.

Bob paused. His hand froze on the handle, knuckles paling.

“Va–Val won’t appreciate us getting into trouble here…” He started, slowly. “Remember sh–she booked this trip for the team so that we could unwind and relax… If we get shipped back to New York for–for stirring things up, Val isn’t going to be happy.”

You arched a brow, stalking closer.

“You know who she really won’t be happy with?” You asked, voice sharp as cracked ice. “You, if you come back looking like the color of Elmo, Bob.”

He groaned like your logic physically pained him. “I do–don’t burn! I tan.” You laughed, short and disbelieving, crossing your arms in front of you.

“Bob, I’ve only ever seen you in different shades of red. Crimson. Rose gold. That one time it was practically cherry Kool-Aid. I’ve never seen you tan. Ever.”

His hand finally gripped the doorknob. Turned it.

And then he had the audacity to smirk–smirk–with a crooked, sheepish sort of charm that softened the edges of his face and made your heart annoyingly ache just beneath your ribs.

“Th–That’s because you never fail to ma–make me blush…”

Your mouth opened, already halfway to a flustered retort–

But the door was already swinging.

“Sorry, I love you, I’ll se–see you in an hour!” he called out breathlessly, bolting into the hallway like a man running from the scene of a crime.

You stood there in stunned silence, sunscreen still clutched in your hand like a grenade with the pin pulled.

“BOB REYNOLDS–”

But it was too late, he was gone, and all you could hear was the hurried slap of bare feet on tile echoing down the corridor.

The door clicked shut gently behind him, like it didn’t just bear witness to your complete defeat, and you let out a dramatic groan, walking to the edge of the bed tossing down the sunscreen onto the thin comforter before dropping face-first into the mattress, climbing up to Bob’s side of the bed, smelling his aftershave–lemon, and mint–on the pillow that he had laid on the night before. You reached for your phone and opened the group chat.

You: If any of you bozos see Bob around please slather him in sunscreen, he’s going to come back looking like a piece of bacon if you don’t.

——————————

The hours had slipped by.

You were curled in the hammock strung up just outside the balcony doors, a paperback in one hand and a half-melted drink in the other. The sun above Mexico had climbed to its highest point, casting everything in that harsh, white-hot glare that made even the breeze feel like it passed through an oven first. Fortunately, you had stationed yourself smartly beneath the wide circle of your umbrella, skin protected, mind adrift in the haze of heat and fictional drama.

The quiet lull of your page-turning was broken by the snick of the hotel door unlocking.

You froze mid-sentence.

Then came the unmistakable shuffle of bare feet dragging across the carpet. Slow. Heavy. The rhythm of a man whose body had turned against him.

You glanced over your shoulder just as the glass door slid open again.

Bob stood there, blinking at the floor like it might shift under his feet. His white linen shirt was wrinkled and clinging in places, damp from sweat. His chest, his arms, even the tops of his cheeks—all a warm, flushed hue of pink that hadn’t been there when he’d left. His light brown curls stuck slightly to his forehead, limp from heat and water.

“See?” he murmured, voice low and sleepy. “I di–didn’t burn.”

You narrowed your eyes, slipping out of the hammock with a sigh and placing your book on the patio table. “You sound like you’re on the brink of heat stroke. Lay down on the bed. Let me get you some water.”

He shuffled past you like a man barely conscious, a wilted version of the smug idiot who’d bolted out this morning. You opened the mini fridge, pulled out one of the chilled water bottles, twisted the cap off–and turned just in time to catch the full, pathetic glory of Bob Reynolds trying to climb onto the bed like it was covered in spikes.

He was moving in slow motion–elbows bent weird, hips at a funny angle, legs dragging like they’d stopped cooperating.

You arched a brow, unimpressed. “You sure you’re not burned? Because you’re definitely doing the ‘I’m burned’ crawl onto that bed of ours.”

“No…” He breathed. His curls fell forward, sticking to his flushed forehead. “No, I’m fine. Just di–dizzy.”

You sighed through your nose as you crossed the room.

He flopped onto his back like it took everything in him, a soft huff of air escaping his lungs as he sank into the mattress. His arm flopped across his chest dramatically, and he looked up at you like a dying Victorian debutante.

You handed him the water wordlessly, and he chugged it in seconds, neck arched, throat working in big, frantic swallows. You watched with your hands on your hips.

“Yeah…” You muttered. “You’re either dehydrated or about to pass out from sun exposure.”

You reached out to touch his arm.

And jerked your hand back instantly.

“Jesus Christ, Bob…” You gasped. “You are burned! You’re boiling!”

He shook his head weakly, eyes fluttering closed as the empty water bottle rolled off his chest. “It’s no–not painful though.”

“Not yet!” You snapped, rubbing your fingertips against your shorts like the heat still clung to them. “Sunburns don’t always show up right away. It usually takes a bit of time. You goof…You’re probably going to blister.” Bob made a soft sound somewhere between a groan and a whimper, curling in slightly on himself. The movement clearly hurt him–his jaw clenched, and his whole body flinched with it.

“I… I th–thought I’d just get a little color,” He said, eyes still closed, lips dry and cracked.

You sighed and sat beside him, pressing a hand gently to his forehead. Still way too hot. He didn’t protest your touch now–just blinked up at you, cheeks bright and flushed with the early burn.

“You’re gonna regret this in about an hour,” You muttered.

He reached for your hand sluggishly, curling his fingers around yours. “I al–already do…Sorry I didn’t listen.” You brushed his sweat-damp locks back from his forehead with your free hand, heart squeezing despite yourself. You let out a breath somewhere between a huff and a sigh, brushing your thumb along the back of his hand.

“You’re lucky I remembered to bring aloe vera with me…”

Bob cracked a faint smile, eyes still closed, his voice hoarse and wobbly.

“Be–Because you knew I’d be stubborn?”

You rolled your eyes but didn’t deny it. “Exactly.” You gave his hand a gentle squeeze, leaning in slightly so he could hear the dry amusement under your exasperation. “Did we learn our lesson, though?”

He nodded against the pillow, light brown curls shifting ever so slightly with the movement. “Al–Always listen to you…”

“Damn right,” You muttered, softening, leaning forward to press a kiss between his flushed brows.

Bob hissed–just a tiny intake of breath–but still smiled underneath it.

“It’s that,” you murmured, brushing your lips over the same spot again, “And always wear sunscreen.” He let out a breathy, tired laugh that made your heart squeeze again. He sounded like he was trying to keep it together through the sheer force of exhaustion and heat.

“Will you help me put so–some of that aloe on now?” He asked, voice low, tentative. “I actually am starting to fe–feel like I’m on fire…And I need to cool off.”

You gave him one more soft kiss between the eyebrows and stood, letting go of his hand.

“Hang tight. I’m gonna go dig it out.”

He made a noise that might’ve been agreement or pain–it was hard to tell at this point.

You padded over to your side of the room and crouched beside your open suitcase, rifling through the tangle of rolled-up swimsuits, cover-ups, soft cotton shorts, and travel-sized chaos. Your fingers finally closed around the cool plastic bottle of aloe, the gel inside sloshing as you pulled it out with a triumphant sigh.

“Got it.”

You turned to face him again, twisting the cap open with one hand and watching as he barely lifted his head from the pillow.

“You’re just burned on your front, right?”

“Ye–Yeah…” He murmured. “I fell asleep on my back.” You paused mid-step.

“…You fell asleep?” He winced, realizing his admission. “So you’re saying this could’ve been even worse?” You added.

Bob made the smallest, most pathetic groan. “Bu–But it’s not worse…” He insisted weakly. “So can you pl–please come here and rub that on my skin now?”

Your lips twitched.

“I should make you wait,” You muttered under your breath. “Just for the drama of it.”

He whimpered. A real one. A sad, miserable little whine that came from deep in his chest.

You sighed again, crossing the room slowly and lowering yourself onto the bed beside him. Bob shifted slowly, groaning as he maneuvered himself upright in the most awkward half-sit of all time. He moved like every inch of him was coated in regret. Still, he reached for you, mumbling something unintelligible as he crawled over and finally laid the full weight of his upper body across your lap.

The heat of him hit you instantly. Not metaphorical heat. Actual radiating body heat–like you were holding a radiator in your lap. The warmth soaked through your thighs, making your skin damp almost instantly, but still…His weight settled into you in that familiar, grounding way. The way it always did.

You exhaled softly, brushing your fingers over his hair again before reaching for the aloe bottle.

With a low pop, you squeezed a generous glob into your hand. The gel was thick and cool, a soft translucent green that shimmered faintly in the sunlight pouring through the window. It smelled faintly of eucalyptus and cucumber–fresh and sharp and oddly calming. A scent meant for soothing. Healing.

You rubbed your palms together to warm it slightly and whispered, “Alright, solar boy… brace yourself.”

You leaned forward and gently pressed your hands to his chest.

His body tensed beneath your touch–muscles flexing instinctively beneath the coolness–before he let out a long, shuddering sigh that sounded like the air had been punched out of him.

“God,” he breathed, “it feels like a piece of ice…Th–that’s so good.”

You smiled softly, brushing your thumbs over the line of his collarbones as you slowly worked the gel into the angry pink flush of his skin.

His eyes fluttered shut, lashes trembling against his cheeks. His body, normally all controlled strength and subtle restraint, was loose now. Boneless. Almost fragile.

“Ha–have I told you that you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me in my en–entire life,” he mumbled, voice drifting somewhere between delirium and sincerity, “and that I don’t deserve such a perfect person like you in my life?”

You snorted, amused despite yourself. “You technically tell me that every day without words.”

He hummed–a low, content sound from somewhere deep in his chest.

You grabbed another cool dollop of aloe and slowly slathered it along the tender skin of his stomach, careful not to press too hard. He flinched only slightly, but didn’t pull away–just let you touch him, soothe him, cool him.

“I love you so much…” He murmured, the words tumbling out like they’d been resting behind his teeth for hours. “And I’m glad that I have you.”

You looked down at him.

His eyes were still closed, face relaxed now. Less pained. His lips were parted slightly, pink and dry and still cracked from too much sun, too much pool water, too much stubborn Bob nonsense.

You bent down slowly, brushing your lips over his gently, careful not to hurt the delicate skin. He responded with the softest twitch of a smile, his hand reaching to weakly brush your thigh where it held his weight.

“I love you too,” You whispered. “And you’re the best thing that’s happened to me as well. Even if you don’t believe it.”

He let out a soft, almost bashful hum, the kind you’d only ever heard when it was just the two of you–quiet and slow and completely unguarded. His head dropped slightly against your stomach, and you felt him melt.

“You’re wa–warm by the way,” He grumbled sleepily.

“Because you turned me into a human heating pad.”

“Still nice…” He slurred, already fading.

You pressed one last kiss into his hairline, then shifted slightly so you could reach for more aloe without displacing him.

“Get some sleep,” You whispered, “You’ve got a long night of whining ahead of you.”

He didn’t answer.

But the weight of him against you was answer enough as he slowly got heavier and heavier against you as your hands continued to work in the aloe.

[serenitiesbloom]

guess who just finished kpop demon hunters and is currently hyperfixated hahahha! anyway I love baby saja so here’s some brain food from yours truly.

tw: spicy food, pinch of yan. possibly ooc :( spelling errors wc: 637

thinking about…baby saja who loves his hot sauce and when the saja boys aren’t performing, goes to nearby mini marts and convenience stores to buy bottles of hot sauce to devour at the shared apartment he has with the other boys.

Baby saja who posts reviews of different hot sauce brands online and becomes an internet sensation overnight thanks to his trademark sass and deep voice voicing in all his videos and streams. (who knew hot sauce was such an interesting topic?)

Baby saja who meets you one day, you the clueless human staring at two bottles of hot sauce like you were about to make a life-altering decision.

Baby saja who stares at your focused expression and suggests the bottle in your left hand as his favourite and you, instead of freaking out over a member of THE saja boys speaking to you, nod and walk off with the bottle in hand. (though he does look familiar, you think to yourself as you stroll past a billboard with an up-and-coming boy band including a vaguely familiar member with mint blue hair.)

Baby saja who meets you again entirely by chance at a street food market while he was trying all the spicy food and spots you, the odd human in that mini mart. 

Baby saja who offers to walk around the food fair with you.

Baby saja who recommends all his favourite spicy food.

Baby saja who purposely picks the spiciest food to have you try just to see your cheeks flush with heat and your lips pucker from the spice.

Baby saja who makes fun of your red face but finds it cute so he continues to give more spice.

Baby saja who ends up eating all the food you find ‘too spicy’. 

Baby saja who walks you home after eating with promises of treating you to more spicy food.

Baby saja who makes sure to keep in contact with you by visiting you or texting. (how did he even get your number anyway?)

Baby saja who grows close to you over the course of a few ‘spice dates’ as you would call it after he keeps bringing spicy food whenever you meet him.

Baby saja who will sass you into oblivion yet steal your heart with his devastating face card.

Baby saja who despite telling himself he’ll steal your soul soon, just can’t seem to do that after seeing you smile sweetly at him. 

Baby saja who despite knowing that all demons feel are their past feelings of regret and grief, he knows that what he feels for you a simple human isn’t hunger for your soul but desire to see you at his side. 

Baby saja who spots you in the crowd at the saja boy’s live performance of ‘Soda Pop’ and makes sure to keep eye contact with you as the song ends.

Baby saja who after the performance assures you that he’ll still visit and offer you buldak no matter how busy he is with idol things (or stealing souls for gwi-ma).

Baby saja who quite literally lives up to his namesake behaving like a baby be it for the fans or for you. (but he is softer with you ehehehehehe)

Baby saja who hates aegyo with all his demon life but will still begrudgingly do it for you if you ever asked  just you.

Baby saja who gives you saja boy merch after seeing how you decided to support them. (how come all of them are all of him though?)

Baby saja who is a little spoon and likes to snuggle into your chest like a baby.(pun totally intended.)

Baby saja who eventually tells you about him being a demon sent to steal human’s souls but he won’t ever steal yours! Just say the word and he’ll spirit you far far away from all the pain with his embrace so please just believe in him only. ♡ 

a/n: this was super rushed but i hope you like it! :3 might make more of this haha.

as for my jinwoo fic will be temporarily paused due to my laptop giving up on me but it will be continued!

buldak: korean spicy chicken

© serenitiesbloom 2025

[n1k0laa5]

At some point, you gotta take responsibility.

Yes. You fucking heard me.

Listen, I don’t know why I’m even acting this aggressive but sitting for an hour straight, thinking of what recycled motivational post to make, I stumbled upon something and realized; I. Am. Done.

The Victim Mindset.

Do you.. like struggling more than success? Does it feel safer to wake up here, spend your entire day talking to c.ai bots, affirm 8,000 times, scream at yourself in the mirror for an hour that “tonight is the night” only to roll over and give up??

Do you like that?

Imagine being limitless and choosing to argue with anti’s instead of moving dimensions.

Imagine crying over how you “can’t persist” and “nothing is working” when you’re literally God.

Imagine having a victim mindset and instead of getting your ass up to actually do something about your desires, you cling onto shifting memes and Tumblr motivation.

You can’t be the victim and the God in the same story. You cannot serve two masters, your 3D or old assumptions and your 4D, the real reality. Pick one.

Daydreaming, overplanning, asking 47 bloggers for the best shifting method as if they’re some sort of divine guide for you specifically—you’re stalling. Don’t be pathetic. Don’t ask the same question to different people on here.

No one is gonna shift you. No one’s gonna pull a “Where’s my wife?” — “I shifted her.” move on you.

Many people are addicted to the feeling that they’re doing something because they don’t wanna tackle their internal fear; whether that’s fear of shifting or getting your desires. You’re in a “safe zone” when you feel like you’re doing something to contribute to your journey but simultaneously don’t do anything or maybe don’t even believe and understand your true power.

They have an obsessive dependence on external validation and let other people’s beliefs and experiences dictate their own beliefs.

But remember: You can’t say ‘I want to shift’ and then cling to your old identity like a teddy bear.

It is genuinely not that fucking hard to shift or manifest.

What you “need”:

— Realize you are God. Genuinely. Take that in.

— You decide what works.

— The second you think of it in your mind, you need to completely let go of the 3D. The 3D is a TEMPORARY mirror of your old assumptions.

— Live in your 4D and imagination.

— Persist.

— Persist.

— PERSIST.

— It’s just one decision and persisting in whatever fucking technique you decided works for you.

People, including teens and kids, have manifested and shifted—sometimes on ACCIDENT.

What’s your excuse for overcomplicating it?

[gooseraider]

Hi! 🫡 Idk if you're into angst. If so, could you write reader and Ellie who are having argument at night and reader decides to go on a walk to cool emotions down, but Ellie won't let her go alone so they go together still mad at each other and it ends fluffffffyy.

Love your posts! 💘

Ps. Sorry for my english lol

a/n: i listened to jeff buckley while writing this and i lowkey got carried away. anyways hope you enjoy!🪿

“it’s not a big deal, i don’t know why you’re making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

“it is a big deal ellie, you were literally flirting with another girl!”

you and ellie were out at the bar with a couple of friends earlier that night. everything was fine until a girl came up to ellie, she was obviously interested in ellie with the way she kept shooting flirty remakes her way. ellie didn’t seem to notice, if anything she was entertaining the girl. constantly playing into the flirty banter, not brushing her off when the girl would get extra touchy with ellie, she even leaned into the girl with a small smile on her face and that’s when something in you snapped.

the ride back to your shared home was silent, not the kind of silence where it was comfortable but the kind that made the air thick. ellie knew something was wrong, she asked you at the bar when she noticed you spaced out, no longer paying attention to the conversation you were having. you just brushed her off with a short “i’m fine.”

ellie reaches over putting a hand on your thigh, “you sure you’re okay?” asking one more time before you went inside.

you hum, getting out the car and shutting the door with a force the sends chills up ellie’s spine. walking inside she sees your frame already heading up the stairs.

you two get ready for bed in complete silence, the air is thick, ellie almost feels suffocated. she gets in the bed expecting you to follow suit as you normally would but instead you disappear downstairs. growing tired of whatever was happening she walks down the stairs spotting you in the kitchen. it’s dark, the only source of light coming from the microwave. you’re making tea, you don’t notice her as your back faces the stairs.

“you good? you didn’t come to bed.”

you ignore her, “look, i know you’re upset but you don’t get to take it out on me, especially when you won’t tell me what’s bothering you.”

her voice is soft, it always is.

“you.”

“what?”

“you, you’re why i’m upset.” you say, barley looking at her.

“what did i do?”

a dry laugh escaping your throat, “really ellie, you don’t know?”

“i don’t, and im sorry for whatever i did to upset you.” she says, rounding the counter and coming closer to you.

“ugh you’re so oblivious it’s actually laughable. the bar, that girl was flirting with you trying to get in your pants and you just let her.”

she laughs, “ohh, this is what it’s about, you’re jealous.”

“god ellie, i’m not jealous i’m mad, you let a girl flirt with you in front of me and you basically flirted back.”

“it wasn’t a big deal, it meant nothing.”

“she didn’t know that though, it’s like you have no respect for me or our relationship.”

“it’s not a big deal, i don’t know why you’re making it a bigger deal than it needs to be.”

your voice raising as your emotions heighten, “it is a big deal ellie, you were literally flirting with another girl! and it might not be a problem to you but it is to me and i don’t want to be with someone who has no respect for me or our relationship.”

“so you wanna break up?”

“that’s not what i’m saying but if you can’t see that what you did was wrong then maybe we should.”

you walk away from her crying, you grab your shoes heading towards the door.

“where are you going?”

“a walk, i need some air.”

“i’m coming with you.”

you sigh, “i don’t want you to come ellie, i need to be alone.”

“i get that but you’re not going on a walk in the middle of the night alone.”

you stay silent.

“we don’t have to talk, you don’t even have to walk near me.”

you two are outside, it’s cold and you’re suddenly regretting the lack of clothes you have on. the shorts and t-shirt you’re wearing are making this walk even more unbearable. noticing your discomfort ellie takes her sweatshirt of and hands it to you, you take it silently.

you continue to walk until the cold becomes to much, you guys head back. y’all are approaching your home when ellie stops you.

“im sorry.”

“what?”

“i’m sorry, i was wrong to flirt with that girl and im sorry that i didn’t take your feelings seriously. you deserve the upmost respect and i wasn’t able to give that to you and for that im sorry.”

“you really hurt me ellie.” your voice barley above a whisper.

”i know, you don’t have to forgive me right away but i want you to know that i love you so much and i would never want to hurt you. i will do everything in my power to make sure you never feel pain because of me. i love you so much and im going to keep loving you, today, tomorrow, and all the days after that.”

ellie stands there as you walk up to her, wrapping your arms around her and crying into her chest.

“i’m sorry for what i said about breaking up, i never want to lose you and that’s why it hurt me so bad because it reminded of how easily i could lose you.”

ellie pulls back, arms coming off you to wipe your tears, “i love you so much, you’re not going to lose me because unfortunately for you, you’re stuck with me forever.” she says smiling.

“i love you.”

she kisses you, it’s soft and says so many things that she can’t.

“i love you more.”

[hockeyxoxo]

helloooo i am very early on your breakfast brunch post, but may i order some muffins with powdered sugar? thank you very much in advance :))

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Warnings/contains: Friends to lovers, calling reader 'love', smut, Oral (M receiving), 18+, throat fucking ofc

Order: Will smith + Oral Fixation

WC: 518

An: This was literally the perfect first ask. I can see Will having the biggest Orals fixation. Im still getting used to writing again, so sorry if its a bit short! I can't tell if this is really bad or if it is okay becuase its 4 am as of me writing this. NOT PROOF READ.

"Uhhh- just highlights from last night." He replied before adjusting his pants so his bulge is less noticeable. You glaced down knowing exactly what he was doing and what effect you have on him. You make constant eye contact with him as you suck on your lollipop. His eyes filled with desire as you make eye contact with him. He feel his cock straining against his jeans.

It all started with you sucking on that god damn lollipop. The second you came back home, you had it in your mouth, and of course, that's the first thing Will would notice. He was just sitting on the couch peacefully watching hockey highlights from last night's game when you walked in with that thing in your mouth. It didn't help that you were swirling the candy around in your mouth like it was your last meal. He can feel his dick creating a bulge in his jeans that were already tight enough without you making it worse. He closed his eyes, imagining what it would feel like if his dick was the lollipop instead when you brought him back to reality by sitting next to him on the couch, "What are you watching?"

"Fuck- you know exactly what your doing to me, dont you?" The words almost came out as a whimper instead. His eyes flicker between your lips and your eyes, not being able to decide on which one to look at. You took the lollipop out of your mouth and slipped in Will's as you got on the floor between his thighs.

"Love, if you keep teasing don't blame me for what happens next." Will look at you with his piercing blue eyes. You hummed around his tip challenging him. Before you can even finish your next breath, he grabbed back of your head and thrusted his whole length inside of your mouth making you gag and tear up.

"So are you going to keep me waiting or what?" As soon as the sentence ended Will started to unbutton his jeans and taking off his underwear. Your mouth was salivating at the sight of his roch hard dick. Even his dick was pretty, it was long with a prominent vain on the left side of it. He already had precum dripping from his tip. You opened your mouth and barely let his tip inside, clearly teasing him.

"You are doing so good for me" Will praised you as if he wasn't throat fucking you at the same time. He increased the speed to help him reach high. He was tipped over the edge when he look down at you glossy eyed looking up at him. He came in your mouth, your taste buds overloaded with the taste of him, the mix of salty and a bit of sweet. He pulled out of your mouth as he watch you swallow his cum. He popped the little part of the remaining lollipop out of his mouth and put it on the coffee table. He smirked as he grabbed your chin to forcefully make you look at him. "I'm not done with you yet, Love"

[zeondraws]

Making another post about the AMA, as a few questions couldn't be answered on the reddit post before it was closed. Some of the answers were send to the Secret Mode server instead.

So I am listing them all in this post, so I can use it for the wiki. I also asked a few additional questions about Alex, (for example, we were confused if we had two Alex on the rig because of the Alex P. signature. But turns out, Alex Cranstoun is the same Alex who talks to Sunil).

Lead Narrative Sagar: "His full name is Stuart Gibson"

Lead Design Jade & Lead Narrative Sagar - "Spot on, this was definitely our goal!"

Lead Narrative Sagar: "Wait, we completely agree: Billy Chamberlain is DEFINITELY very important! He's the inciting reason for Caz's presence on the Beira D to begin with! Yeah, we have a sense of what sort of person he is, and what happened that fateful evening at the pub in Glasgow. But nothing more we can share here, I'm afraid..."

Lead Narrative Sagar: "Haha! This is the first name of a very important member of the crew. Check out the answers I gave to roses-in-the-abyss and to Icy_Piglet4732"

Lead Narrative Sagar: "Thanks for asking this. It had to do with the overall arc of Mhairi's story. Mhairi, for us, works really well as a foil to Caz. She has more information, plans more, and most importantly, chooses to go into a dangerous situation. True, she doesn't know quite how dangerous it's going to be. But it's a far cry from Caz, who never expected to be running around like mad on a sinking oil rig, and is equipped just with a screwdriver. His final action is exactly what he has grown to be capable of doing. By contrast, no one asked Mhairi to go to the bottom of the North Sea and disturb what was there. She chose to. The most straightforward thing to do, narratively, is to make her pay for that choice, maybe with the ultimate sacrifice. But we wanted to reflect the greater agency Mhairi has a character to do a bit more, and ask the player what they think makes sense for their version of Mhairi. After all, even the game itself opens up a bit more: your version of Mhairi might be more exploratory and less resolute than another, or vice versa. We don't branch very widely in this story, just at the end, so it's not too hard to keep the various realities in our heads simultaneously. It would be a different design challenge if the game were built around branching. Thanks for your question!" Lead Design Jade: "On SWTD we wanted to tell a story about a person who was always running finally deciding to do what's right for his family. A choice would have not given the experience we wanted. But Mhairi has a choice because I think we all deal with grief in a different way. When someone dies you can feel guilty about letting go of that sadness because it feels scary when you built yourself around it. Ultimately you can either let it consume you or let it go and I love that we managed to talk about it in such a way. I think in our mind both ending are open enough that we can do different things with them if we decide to."

Who is Alex/what is his backstory, and what's his surname? (Lo-Honko is my reddit name)

From Sagar: Lo-Honko's questions were quite fun to respond to. But this specific question (the 5th) was ambiguous. There isn't just one body in those two locations: there are two, one in each named spot. In my answer, I only responded to what I thought was being referred to in the second one, later on in the pipe maze, the body with the lighter. But let me expand on both bodies, because I think the first at least has some cool implications about events we never get to see. Once you're down at 237 metres, you get into Mud Pits. (That's the "giant room, split by a fence", as Rob says.) If you make your way through a pipe at the top of the room, you can snake your way into a smaller room, called Mud Handling. That's the one that has a dartboard and also something that looks like a body, buried under some rubble... but also bizarrely with a seeming cross / grave marker? Now that is a weird and confusing thing... is it a legit grave marker? What the hell? This is actually one of the oddest things Mhairi has found to date. It's what leads her, uncharacteristically, to trip over her words. "I-I don't know... body," Mhairi says. Because she can see something Rob can't. It's not just a body. It's a body with debris that seems to have fallen (or been placed!) in the shape of a grave marker. Who would have done that? Presumably the collapse of the rig was an emergency. Who would've had the time, and if they did, why do it in that location? Doesn't seem to be someone in their right mind, and moreover, it'd have to be someone (or some thing) that could have survived such an emergency, present in Engineering and full of confused emotions. --------------------------

The second body (the one holding the lighter in the pipe maze) after you listen to the second data logger recording is Alex Cranstoun. I expanded on this in the AMA and how he got ahold of Finlay's lighter. Alex worked hard on the rig, and he was seen in the first game working with Sunil. He works on the Deck and is always fixing something or trying to keep the rig from falling apart. We get a hint way back when Mhairi discovers the Ganpati murti of just how heavily Sunil's loss was felt, but we don't discover too much about Alex. In fact, Mhairi's quite confused by this body too, even about how it possibly has arrived into the vent. How horrific, if this person died, trapped in the vent. Alex was no less loved by his mates. He was a particularly close co-worker with Sunil. In fact, we see the two of them talking together very early in Still Wakes the Deep. Work on a rig can be very uncompromising and very busy. But there can also be a lot of dead time. You have to make your own entertainment. Sunil, Alex, Archie, and Gregor would sometimes have competitions around who could grow the most luxurious facial hair. Let's just say that Alex did not win this competition... He was determined to get his revenge on Sunil during the darts tournament, and even this did not go his way. Though as a consolation, Alex did manage to win Finlay's lighter off her late in the darts tournament, after everyone was deep in their cups. When the disaster began, and the leccy went out, that lighter was what Alex used to navigate for a little bit while he was running for safety. But it barely lasted a few minutes, before plunging him into darkness. And as the rig listed, Alex tragically tripped and fell into a vent, a slow and tragic end for someone who deserved better.

And for context, this was Lo-Honko's question from the AMA.

"Does the guy from the vents and mudpits have a name? Who is this person Finlay lend her lighter to?"

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Thanks to Liam from Secret Mode for forwarding the Alex questions!!

This is super interesting, this is gonna take a while to put into the wiki. But today I am editing Alex and Archie (I deleted the Cranstoun page and will delete the Dunbar page later, don't touch it!)

I find it important to have sources because some people will think you lie and edit something and claim it's a headcanon. I had to re-edit a page because someone claimed the father-son relationship between Muir and Innes was a headcanon (because of the new memento). I think the person means no harm, but I figured I mention this.

Double check before you edit something, because if you don't have a source for example, you may spread wrong information.

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⋆ ˚｡⋆౨ৎ˚ Jealousy is a deadly thing — ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʜ.

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You and Nancy had been friends since forever, but you had also had a crush on Steve since as long as you could remember.

And it became a problem when Nancy and Steve started dating, your heart ached as you watched him twirl her around before kissing her, wishing that was you instead.

You never told Nancy how you felt about Steve, so you couldn’t blame her.

Right now, you were at a party at some random’s house. You had went Nancy but she had long disappeared into the crowd after seeing Steve.

So, instead you ended up hanging out with Carol in the kitchen, taking shots every time a guy tried to flirt with the two of you.

You and Carol was an unexpected friendship to say the least, you were used to hanging out with people like Barba and Nancy.

But ever since Nancy and Steve announced their relationship, Nancy had begun to slowly drift away from you, and after Barbara’s disappearance, you were practically alone.

Though you were sad, you didn't want to let the change drown you, so you decided to fill in her spot with someone else.

On the upside, Carol was nice to you and defended you whenever guys tried to mess with you. So it was a win either way.

“Oh my god! That guy was like— totally into you!” Carol giggled, laughing at a guy who had completely turned red after you turned his way.

“I don’t know why guys even come up to us, I mean look at me.” You said, taking a shot, feeling the slight burn go down your throat.

“Yeah, look at you, you’re a complete catch!” Carol said, grabbing some ‘punch’ that was clearly spiked with some sort of alchohol.

“Whatever you say.” You said, rolling your eyes, checking your phone to see what time it was.

1:37am, God.

Your parents were going to kill you.

“Dude, I have to go.” You said, looking at Carol, who, in return, gave you a pouty lip.

“Noo, are you serious?? Can’t you stay a little longer? Who am I supposed to hangout with??”

“I can’t, i’m already going to be big trouble. Why don’t you hangout with Steve or Tommy??” You suggested, smiling at her slightly as you tried to make her feel better.

“Well Steve is too busy sucking face with Nancy, and Tommy is off flirting with some girl to try to get back at me since apparently I ‘flirted’ with a guy in my class.” Carol said, rolling her eyes and putting up air quotes as she spoke.

“Okay, well I gotta go.” You chuckled, hugging Carol bye and going to find Nancy to tell her you were leaving.

You knew she was off with Steve somewhere, so once you located Steve it wasn’t hard to find Nancy.

She was dancing with Steve, even though the sight left a pang in your heart, you pushed it to the side.

“Hey, Nance.” You said, rubbing your arm as you stood awkwardly beside her, the smell of alcohol hitting your nose as people danced around you.

“Hey! Are you leaving?” She asked, turning to you as she put her hand on Steve’s chest, his arm around her as he gazed at her lovingly.

You wanted to throw up.

“Yeah. Parent’s are going to kill me.” You said, the alcohol you chugged down with Carol hadn’t hit you yet, but you knew you should probably get hone before it did.

“I’ll drive you home.” Steve said, “Me and Nance were thinking about leaving too.”

When the three of you got in the car, Nancy took the passenger, which didn’t surprise you.

I mean, she was his girlfriend after all.

You sat in the back, the alcohol finally entering your system as you stare out the window, muffling out the couples conversation

After Nancy got dropped off first, you took her spot in the front seat.

“You okay?” Steve asked, breaking the silence as he turned out of the Wheeler’s driveway.

“Yeah— I just.. I’m tried okay?” You said, turning away to look out the window.

Steve stopped the car and put it in park.

“Listen, we’ve been friends for too long to not notice when somethings wrong.” Steve said, gently putting his hand on your knee.

You knew he only meant it as a comforting gesture, nothing more.

And that thought managed to make your heart ache even more.

“I’m fine. I just want to go home.” You muttered, praying to yourself that he would just drop this and take you home instead of sitting outside Nancy’s house, forcing you to talk to him.

“Why can’t you just trust me with your feelings?” He asked, clearly hurt that you won’t open up to him. “You know that i’ll always be here for you, right?”

“I do trust you.” You muttered, before continuing “it’s just, you won’t like what I have to say.”

Steve’s eyebrows furrowed as he turned to you, his face full of confusion.

“Are you moving schools or somethin’?” Steve asked, figuring it was something stupid like that.

“No— Steve! I’m— inlove with you, okay?” You blurted out, not bothering to look at Steve. “Are you happy now?” You scoffed.

Steve didn’t say anything, just put the car in neutral and started driving towards your house.

A large knot appeared in your stomach.

Why hadn’t he said anything??

If he liked you back he would say it, right??

After a little while of driving, Steve parked outside your house, keeping his eyes on the wheel.

You quickly unbuckled and exited Steve’s car, practically dashing to your front porch as you tried not to let the tears you had been desperately holding in be let out.

You entered your home, quietly closing the door behind you as you silently rushed up to your room, collapsing on the bed.

As you began to let the tears fall, you picked up your phone from your bedside table and put in Carol’s number, crossing your fingers that she would be home.

Carol’s drunken voice peaked through the phone.

“Hello?”

“Hey, Care, it’s me.” You choked out, wiping tears from your eyes.

“Oh my gosh— girl what happened?” Carol asked, her voice immediately filling with concern as she heard your shaky voice.

“I fucked up. I fucked up really bad.” You whined. “I confessed to Steve.”

“Shit, even though he’s dating that Nancy girl? What did he say?” Carol questioned, already assuming it didn’t go well.

“That’s the thing, he didn’t say anything.”

“I’m sorry girl, i can come over with some drinks and we can drink away our sorrows together if you want.”

“I think i’ve had enough drinks for a year.” You said, smiling through your tears.

“Well, in my opinion. Steve and Nancy aren’t going to last.” Carol said before continuing,

“I’ve been telling Steve that it’s weird how her and— What’s that guys name again— Johnathan?? Anyway! They’ve been hanging out alot recently and it’s like super weird.”

“Do you think she likes him?” You asked, you hadn’t been around Nance in a while so you didn’t even know that she had started hanging out with Johnathan.

“Maybe—, oh shit! I gotta go, dad’s awake, see you tomorrow!” Carol whispered, her voice rushed before you heard the phone click, and then she was gone.

You placed the receiver back on the nightstand before you ended up passing out from exhaustion and the alcohol you had drank with Carol.

After a few hours of peaceful sleeping, your alarm ended up waking you up.

You looked over at your clock.

6:45am.

Gosh, your head hurt. Why did you have to drink so much on a school night??

You got up and pulled on some clothes, a baggy hoodie and some shorts.

You really didn’t want to go to school today but you begrudgingly went anyway. You walked downstairs into the kitchen and slipped out the door, hoping to avoid having to tell your parents where you were last night for at least a few more hours.

When you got to school, it seemed like everyone was gossiping about something.

As you walked down the halls, you spotted Carol and quickly speed walked over to her, wrapping her in a hug.

Carol hugged you back before quickly pulling away, “Girl. Did you hear what happened between Nancy and Steve??”

Your face contorted into confusion. What was she talking about? You shook your head

“Apparently Steve caught Nancy and Johnathan kissing so he broke up with her, and now he’s been like super quiet. Me and Tommy tried to cheer him up but to no avail.”

“Aw, that sucks.” You said, worrying about how Steve felt. You wanted to go talk to him but you were worried you already ruined your guy’s friendship past repair.

“Well, I have to go find Tommy, apparently he wants me to skip class with him so we can go out on a ‘date’ but i’m sure he hasn’t planned anything.” Carol said, chuckling as she hugged you.

“Okay. Bye, Care.” You said, watching as Carol walked off before you continued your way to your locker.

As you opened your locker, you noticed a small note fall from your locker. You bent down and picked it up, unfolding it as you stood back up.

“Meet me in the bathrooms, ASAP. - Steve.”

What could he want??

You practically slammed your locker shut as you walked to the bathrooms, worried about why Steve wanted to see you so badly.

When you walked into the bathroom, you saw Steve leaning against the wall.

Once he saw you, he immediately stood up and ran his fingers through his hair.

“Hey, um- we need to talk.”

“Yeah, we do.” You replied.

Steve took a second to speak, his lips parting but nothing came out.

But that’s when he suddenly pulled you close, his lips clashing with yours, you didn’t pull away. You wanted to though.

It was wrong.

It was wrong to be kissing your childhood bestfriend’s ex, even if she had cheated on him and stopped being your friend.

But the way his hands felt against your hips and his lips felt against yours was too good to stop.

But then, Steve pulled away.

“Shit— I am so sorry.” He said, letting out a breath of air.

“I feel terrible about how I acted when you told me you liked me. I was just scared because I felt the same way but I was dating Nance and I didn’t want to cheat— But then I found out she cheated on me and I realized, I really—“

You cut him off with a kiss, smiling against his lips as your fingers interlocked in the back of his hair.

The moment was sweet, two lovers realizing their love for each other.

Until Nancy walked into the bathroom.

[solaris-amethyst]

💫Meteor Shower💫

✨Pairing: pokémontrainer!Mingi x pokémontrainer!gn!reader ✨Prompt: Mingi decides to take you to see the meteor shower and ask you some very important questions. He just have to manage to ask you to go watch the meteor shower first. That shouldn't be too hard now should it? ✨Genre: pokemon au, fluff, romance (Mingi is doing his best to confess), ✨Rating: pg-13 ✨Word count: 7.4k ☀️Authors note: Mingis oneshot is here! Did I have lots of fun writing this one as well? Yes I did! Had to fight autocorrect on how to spell Bagon because it wanted to change it into Bacon all the time... And yes Yunho's and Mingis oneshot is loosely connected to each other😅 let's pretend I didn't post this one day later than I said I would. 🌟Tag list: @hongjoongspoetry @tournesol155

This was so frustrating. You, Mingi and Yunho were supposed to start your journey together through Hoenn after graduating from college. The three of you had even decided on who would pick which starter before you'd visit Professor Birch's lab in Littleroot town.

And now all of that planning had gone to waste.

Yunhos parents had decided that all of them would move to a far away region named Alola after you three had graduated and there was nothing none of you could do or say to put a stop to it. Yunho barely got any time to say goodbye to you two before he was whisked away on a plane.

Therefore the carefully crafted plan the three of you had made for how you'd travel and what you'd finally do on your journey had been ripped apart.

You and Mingi had still gone to get your very first pokémon's together. Yunho had specifically told the both of you to start your journey together and to make sure to do all you both wanted to do. He had then also whisked Mingi away from you and the two of them had whispered to each other looking very serious as they were bent trying to hide behind a plant as they spoke. Only problem was the plant may have been tall but they were significantly taller than said plant.

You had ended up laughing so much at their silliness you'd almost tripped over your own feet when making your way over to ask them what on earth they were doing. To which both had fumbled and almost knocked the plant over as they both denied even talking to each other.

And now here you and Mingi were, partners next to each other as you wandered into a new little town called Misty Village which is located in-between Slateport city and Mauville city. Mingi was holding his partner torchic in his hands, the tiny little chick pokémon could not keep up with her trainers long legs and would constantly make a fuss if she had to walk on the ground next to Mingi, resulting in your friend carrying her most of the time to please "her royal highness" as he had lovingly dubbed her. Your partner on the other hand was happily trotting next to you, finding joy in just walking with you. You glanced down at your mudkip who was easily one of the happiest pokémons you'd ever come across. There never seemed to be a dull moment with him around and was there one thing he loved doing then it was sightseeing.

Sometimes when you two sat up camp he'd find the most scenic place to just sit and take it all in, often your whismur would join him in sightseeing while your third and currently final pokémon shroomish would scoff and follow you instead like a little shadow.

It was funny really how both you and Mingi had three pokémon each, the two of you hadn't meant to have the same amount of friends but it just happened so naturally that neither of you questioned it. You're brought out of your daydreaming when you hear Mingi chuckle for himself causing you to look at your friend curiously.

"What are you giggling about?" You ask, taking in his smile and how his eyes are shining with such happiness.

I wonder if he'd ever look at me with such shining eyes. You muse to yourself before focusing back on what Mingi is about to say.

"I just realized I got two pokémon's who refuse to walk next to me because I walk too fast for their little legs and that both want to be carried all the time. Imagine if all of my friends ends up like Torchic and Bellossom?" He asks and torchic looks up at him with curious eyes letting out a little "Torchic?" as Mingi smiles and give her little head a kiss.

"Hmmmm it's either that or they turn out like Bagon who likes headbutting you from time to time." You mention and with that he giggles again.

"Then if I can choose I'll take a few more passenger princesses rather than more friends who will headbutt me or perhaps bite me." He says, thinking back to the most recent time bagon had headbutted him in the stomach.

He knows the little dragon pokémon means well and that that's how he shows affection. Mingi just wishes from time to time that he would show affection in a less brutal way. But the last time, Mingi had made a little cardigan for his friend with a pair of wings. It hadn't looked good at all and he had worked weeks upon weeks to sew the cardigan but bagon had been so happy he'd shed tears upon seeing the wings on the cardigan and then he had promptly headbutted Mingi in affection.

It was to the point where he never took it off and if Mingi tried just so he could wash it his friend would run and hide behind your leg, peeking out and scolding him from afar.

"Awww but he's just showing his affection for you Mingi! Plus you literally gave him wings, the one thing he wishes he could have so he could fly. That probably meant more to him than you know." You muse, nudging Mingis arm with your elbow.

"You're right, I know. Bellossom have now started to ask for a little bracelet... she often points at mine and then show her own little arms." He confesses and you feel your heart slowly melting at the affection he has for his friends.

"I think that would be cute, I could teach you how to bead a bracelet if you'd like? I just need to buy some material first." You tell him.

"You'd do that for me?"

"I'd do anything for you."

"I'd do anything for you as well Y/n." He says sincerely and he's reminded of the two tickets tucked away securely in one of the many pockets in his backpack.

Two tickets to the meteor shower in Mossdeep City at their Space Center. He wished to ask you if you wanted to go with him there and watch the meteor shower. It would be the perfect place to confess and ask if you wanted to be his partner. Yunho had encouraged him before he had to leave for the plane that he should take this time to actually confess to you. Claiming that it was easy to see you also had feelings for him, something Mingi had denied and said that couldn't possibly be true. Then Yunho had the audacity to say alright bet! So now if Yunho was correct he'd owe him lunch, drinks and dessert next time they see each other.

What Mingi doesn't know is that you also have feelings for him, it's just that you don't know how to bring it up and tell him about it. You had once confessed to Yunho about how you had tried once when you and Mingi worked on a project together in college only to chicken out in the last minute to which Yunho had tried to urge you to confess with a beaming smile and an attitude that said just do it you won't regret it.

"Hey Y/n, I was just wondering... Do you think you'd like t-" Mingi starts but is interrupted by your mudkip.

"Mudkip! Mud!" Your partner screeches in joy as you see him rush forward in happiness.

"Mudkip! Wait don't run too far!" You call after the little blue creature, sprinting after him in worry that you'd loose him in the crowd at this new place. Mingi sprints after you as well trying to keep his eyes on both you and your partner. He doesn't want to loose sight of either of you.

Your partner just calls back to you in happiness as he jumps into a fountain in the middle of the square you have entered where he swims around in happiness and splashes about.

"Mudkip! You can't just run away like that! What if I lost sight of you or you got lost!" You scolded your friend whose only response is to splash some water in your face and jump around laughing adorably.

"God you're impossible to stay mad at." You sigh as you bring out a towel to dry your face.

"Mudkip next time just tell us where you wanna go instead of running away and giving us both a heart attack thinking we might loose you." Mingi joins in on the scolding and the two of you can hear an older woman who's sitting at the fountain chuckle about how the two of you look like two parents scolding their child.

Does it cause Mingis face to turn beet red and yours to heat up to the point you think your face is on fire? Yes, yes it does and the two of you are quick to splutter out apologies to her for the commotion you four caused.

"Oh don't worry dearies, it's nice seeing trainers really care for their pokémons, it warms my heart. And this sweetheart just seemed to want to have some fun." She pets your mudkip who had swam up to her in curiosity as she spoke.

"I hope he didn't splash you with any water when he jumped in?" You ask worriedly, ready to offer up your towel in case she'd say yes.

"Oh no he didn't. I'm completely dry."

"That's good, Mudkip you and I will have to have a talk about running away after this." You grumble and he just nods happily as he swims up to the two of you and jumps up on the stones so you can pick him up with your towel to dry him.

"Well... At least we know people here are nice." Mingi mumbles as he looks around, he's slightly bummed he didn't manage to ask you about the tickets but the day isn't over, he will just try again soon he tells himself.

"We have a festival going on here in Misty Village if you two would be interested? There's all kinds of things to do, eat food, learning how to do pokéblocks, vendors selling things and more." The old lady kindly tells the two of you before she stands up and bids the two of you goodbye.

"Pokéblocks? I wonder what that is." You ask as you hold mudkip, still wrapped in your towel.

"Perhaps we should go and find out? It must be something for our pokémons and I wouldn't mind learning something new if It could benefit her royal highness." He says as torchic chirps out in happiness at her nickname.

"Let's go and see what they have to offer!" You grab his hand and wander into the crowd and towards all the different stalls.

Mingi has to fight the blush on his cheeks from you holding his hand and he can see how torchic laughs at his blushing face, she's clearly enjoying him being flustered over you taking action and holding his hand.

"Don't you laugh at me." He grumbles towards her quietly.

"Hey look! That stall is teaching about berries and their benefits! Let's go there! I wanna know more so we know what to pluck next time we see them!" You gasp as a young man is standing at a stall, berries lying neatly on his table with small notes next to each one.

"Hello! Care to learn a bit about berries and their benefits? You'll get some berries at the end of it if you'd like?" He asks when he spots the two of you walking closer.

"Yes please! We wanna know more!" You say happily and Mingi looks at you from behind with a fond look.

"Mudkip!" Your partner agrees with you.

"Of course I'll tell you everything you need to know!" The young man smiles happily as the four of you stand looking at what he's got displayed.

"Are all of these all of the berries you can find in the wild?" Mingi asks as he eyes the wide array of colorful berries on the table.

"Oh no these are only a handful of them! There are about 43 different kinds of berries in the wild here in Hoenn." The vendor tells him and both you and Mingi stare at him with wide eyes.

"43?!" The both of you exclaim at the same time and the vendor laughs heartily at your reaction.

"I know I reacted the same way when I first learned how many there were and they all do different things you know!" He picks some up and showcases them for you.

"I think I recognize some of these." You murmur as you point towards what you think is an oran berry and a pecha berry. "That one is an oran berry right? It helps heal your pokémon when they need energy and the pink one is a pecha berry which helps heal your pokémon if it's been poisoned right?"

"You would be correct! This one over here is commonly mistaken for a pecha berry but it's actually a magost berry and is more commonly used in either cooking or when making pokéblocks!" You and Mingi look closer at the two pink berries he's holding up, you note that the pecha berry has more of a heart shape and is a darker pink closer to the stem and down at the bottom is a lighter pink while the magost berry is just one solid pink and round instead of heart-shaped.

"Hey what kind of berry is this one?" Mingi asks as he picks up an orangy red berry that is round with what looks like spikes coming out of it.

"That is a tamato berry, it's very very very spicy. I would not recommend eating it or giving it to any of your pokémons. It will only lower their speed, if you wanna spice up your cooking it could be good to use in small quantities unless you can tolerate spice of course."

You look at Mingi as the vendor speaks and you can practically see the cogs turning in his head thinking that it cannot be that spicy and you just know he wants to try it despite being warned not to.

"Mingi... don't do it..." You try and take the berry away from him but that causes him to only turn his body away holding the berry as high as he can.

"No! I wanna try it."

"Mingi please last time you ate something super spicy you couldn't taste anything for three weeks."

"It can't be that spicy!" He argues as he looks at you with those big round eyes and you groan knowing you cannot say no or change his mind.

"Fine but don't come to me whining that you can't taste anything or that it's too hot for you!" You grumble, knowing that if he came to you whining that it's way too hot and spicy you'd try and help him in a heartbeat.

"Are you sure you wanna try it?" The vendor asks and Mingi just nod before taking the largest bite he could out of the darn berry. You stare at him as he chew slowly but surely and then he swallows it and at first you'd think there was nothing wrong at all until you notice the small beads of sweat traveling down his forehead and then you notice the red starting to creep up from his neck.

"T-torchic?" His partner looks at him concerned before wiggling out of his grip and jumping onto the table and runs over to you with worried eyes.

"Torchic?" She leans into you and you pet her little head as you watch Mingi go bright red in the face as he tries to pretend everything is fine.

"Mingi... you okay?" You ask, fearing he might pass out from how red he is.

"I'm... I'm fine." He says and he manages to uphold that facade for about three seconds before he starts gasping trying to cool his mouth down.

"It's hot! Y/n it feels like my mouth is on fire!! What do I do what do I do what do I do?!" He waves his hands around as he takes deep gulps of air and you panic looking around for something to cool him down.

"Umm water... we need water!" You start searching your bag but can't find anything. "Argh! Okay uhhh.. Oh! Mudkip!" You turn to your partner and point towards Mingi.

"Use water gun on Mingis face to help cool him down!!" You say and you can barely hear Mingis little "wait what" before mudkip blasts him with a stream of water in his face.

"Do you feel better now?" You ask hesitantly as he shakes his head trying to get rid of the water from his face.

"Yeah... Thanks to the both of you, I genuinely thought I was gonna explode from how hot it was."

Torchich runs back up to her trainer and look at him with worried eyes, is there another thing she absolutely hates then it's when one of you gets hurt. She's always very sweet and right now she's doing her best to check up on Mingi as tears forms seemingly as if she thinks he was hurt very badly.

"Hey, hey your royal highness, don't be upset. I promise I'm okay, I was just dumb trying to impress Y/n but I made a fool out of myself. I won't do it again okay?" He says with a gentle smile as he crouches down to her eye level. She looks at him with teary eyes before running up to him to nuzzle his face chirping.

Mingi picks her up and kisses her little head before turning to mudkip and crouching down to him.

"Hey buddy, thanks for blasting me with the water, it really helped." He smiles and mudkip jumps forward into his arms with happiness.

"I think we should abandon any thoughts of eating things people say are super, super, super spicy for the rest of the day." You mutter as you place your hand on your hip and he looks up at you and chuckles.

"Were you worried about me?" He teases with a smirk and you roll your eyes.

"Nooo..."

"You sure?"

"Okay maybe a little worried, you looked like you'd explode with how red you were." You confess trying to act nonchalant even though you had felt panic for a split second before remembering that mudkip was a water type and could therefore help out in the situation.

The two of you apologized to the vendor for the scene Mingi caused by going against what he had recommended and the young man only laughed and said that it was nice seeing two young adults actually interested in berries to the point where he gifted the two of you a book on berries in the wild and other herbs you can eat or use to help heal your pokémons. The two of you had tried to deny it but he insisted, saying it might be for Mingis best if you two had one so he don't go around eating other berries he shouldn't and end up in trouble again.

That had made Mingis face burn in embarrassment.

The two of you then wander down the street after bidding the man goodbye. The street is filled with people, old and young and their pokémons. It's surprisingly cozy and the atmosphere is great and it's a nice break from always being out on the road and sleeping in sleeping bags under the stars.

Which is great until it starts raining and the two of you have to try and set up a tent in panic. Leading to both of you sitting in said tent absolutely drenched.

"Hey Mingi." You start trying to muster up the courage to tell him you like him more than a friend since Yunho had encouraged you to do so a few months back.

"Yeah?"

"You know I-" You start but when you make eye contact with him it's like the words get lodged in your throat and you can't get it out. "You know what never mind, I forgot what I was gonna say." You say laughing awkwardly.

"Mudkip! Mud Mudkip!" Your partner points one of its stubby little legs at you with an accusatory tone as if scolding you for not telling him.

Mudkip did after all know about your feelings for your friend. You had told him plenty of times during restless nights when Mingi snored away in his sleeping bag. Your other friends knew as well as they sometimes refused to go to sleep if you were awake, shroomish would plop himself in your lap and just sit there, sometimes staring at you, sometimes chatting with you and one time he had even put you to sleep by using sleep powder on you. Something you had berated him for the next day and then promptly after that thanked him for the good nights sleep.

"Hey buddy I'm sure whatever Y/n wanted to tell me will come back soon. It happens to the best of us that we forget sometimes. Plus you know you can tell me anything, I'll always listen." He says in that lower voice he gets when he's being very sincere and mudkip looks at him and then huffs looking away to the side.

"Speaking of that ummm I was wondering if you want-" Some kids rush in between the two of you laughing as they chase a balloon and it stunts Mingi who once again feels like his moment to ask you about the meteor shower has been lost.

"What did you want to say Mingi?" You look at him, mentally making sure him and your partners are okay.

"Oh nothing we can take it a bit later I promise." He says before he barely have time to process the fact that he failed yet again.

You nod and look around seeing a place you wanna go to, it’s a stand where you can learn a bit more about taking care of your pokémons and they seem to be giving out bags with things inside for people visiting.

“Oohhh I wanna go over there! They seem to be helping with pokémon care and I’d like to ask them for some tips on taking care of Whismur, do you wanna come with me?” You turn to face Mingi who looks thoughtful for a moment before noticing another place.

“I think I’m gonna go over there to the flower stand, Bellossom would probably enjoy all the flowers.” He says as he thinks of his little grass friend and you smile fondly at him.

“Mudkip wanna come with me?” You ask your partner who is still in Mingis arms.

“Mud!” He wiggles out of Mingis grip and then jumps down onto the ground before trotting up to you happily.

“Shall we meet over at the gigantic flower pot in twenty minutes?” You ask thinking that that would be an appropriate time for the both of you to explore the two places you’d like to visit.

“Sure! See you soon?”

After that the two of you split up and as you walk over to the stand you’re greeted by a kind lady who asks what she can help you with and you tell her you’d want some tips on taking care of your whismur, letting her know that she often cries and doesn’t like when her fur gets wet leading to you finding it hard to clean her if she’s gotten extra dirty.

“Ah I see, it could just be that she has a very gentle nature, sometimes if they do they can feel a lot of things be very overwhelming all of the time. For cleaning her I’d suggest you try using a damp cloth instead of water, that way it might not feel as unpleasant as she thinks it is.” The lady explains and you nod thinking that what she has said might actually be true.

“Would it be okay if I brought her out so you could just perhaps do a little check?” You ask wanting to make sure her tips would actually work on her and not make it all worse.

“Of course, I’ll gladly have a look at her.” She says and you’re quick to bring whismur out of her pokeball.

“Hi Whismur.” You say happily as she looks around before spotting you and she perks up giving you the cutest little smile as she runs up to you.

“Whismur!” She greets you happily and the lady smiles at your interaction as you let her hold your hand in her little paws.

“Just from this interaction alone I can tell you care a lot for her and that she’s well taken cared of. She is probably the happiest Whismur I’ve ever seen and I’ve seen a lot of them. None have been this happy as yours.”

“Wait really?!” You look at her in surprise before looking down again, happiness spreading in your chest at the thought of getting such nice praise for how you’re raising your pokémon.

“Yes really, Whismurs can be notoriously hard to take care of since they have such sensitive hearing and a lot of people dub them as cry babies so seeing yours calm, happy and generally content is a sight to behold. Good job!” Her praise makes you grin, it’s not often you get praise and getting this good praise from someone who knows what they’re talking about is something else.

She then brings over a damp towel and hands it to you so you can see if whismur will prefer it over just water. You take your time at the stall, asking her lots of questions regarding pokémon care and getting more tips for how to continue to take care of them in the best way possible.

In the other stall Mingi is sitting on the ground with his torchic on his left side as bellossom dances around in happiness at being surrounded by flowers everywhere. The vendors had told him he could make his own bouquet if he wanted to and hand it to someone he cared about and his first thought had been to create something for you. You had once during college mentioned offhandedly how you’d love to be gifted a bouquet of flowers some day and now he had his chance to gift you a bouquet he had made all on his own.

“Okay Torchic, Bellossom you two will have to help me here.” He leans down and gathers them closely as he lowers his voice to tell them what’s going on. ”I want to make a bouquet for Y/n but I need your help in picking which flowers goes nicely together. Think you two can help with that?”

Torchic jumps up and down before nodding happily while bellossom does some little twirls around as she puts her little paws up to her face looking absolutely delighted at the request.

”Bell, bellossom!” She’s quick to point out some baby’s breath together with some sunflowers as she looks at Mingi with intensity.

”Okay yeah we can go with those two.” He nods as he plucks some and starts building the bouquet together.

”Do you two think I should add some carnations?” He adds as he holds up some darker red ones together with a few white ones as well and torchic nods seemingly approving of his choice to add the two pretty flowers.

The three of them sit for a while building the bouquet together, torchic demands he add some thistles as she spots them to which he does because who is he to deny her anything? He soon sits in silence, tongue sticking out lightly as he concentrates on making the bouquet pretty and after what felt like an eternity he thinks he’s done. He had added som greenery to give it variation and made sure to show both his little friends for approval before he went and asked for a ribbon to tie it all together.

”Think Y/n will like this?” He asks and to his surprise his third and final pokémon decides to come out of his pokéball just at that moment.

”Bagon?”

Mingi is surprised, usually this little fella stays in his pokeball unless Mingi calls for him. Bagon ignores him as he studies the bouquet intensely, his little arms crossed making it look like he’s thinking really hard of it’s okay or not.

“Torchic tor?”

“Bell bellossom!”

“Bagon Bagon!” The dragon nods after he and the little ladies seemingly discuss it back and forth before all three giving Mingi their approval.

“Thanks you three.” He chuckles finding their actions funny. All three of them looked at him encouragingly as if saying you got this go ask them about it now! Bagon was even holding out its little paw as if he were doing a fist bump upwards to show that he was supportive.

“Oh what a lovely bouquet you’ve made! So full of beautiful meanings.” One of the older ladies holding a bucket of flowers says as she passes Mingi.

“Oh thank you! And meaning? What do you mean by that?” He asks curiously to which she responds by telling him that every flower has a hidden meaning and then explains what the flowers he’s picked means. By the end of her explanation after she’s walked off his cheeks are tinted a rosy color before looking at his partners.

“Did you two know about this when you helped me pick out the flowers?” He asks suspiciously and torchic just giggles before hiding behind bagon and his little cardigan while bellossom just gives him an innocent smile pretending like she doesn’t know what he’s talking about.

He clears his throat as he tries to will away the blush that's crept up his cheeks after knowing the meaning behind his bouquet and stands up.

"I think the time is up now, let's go and see Y/n and hopefully I can ask about the tickets this time."

The four of them wander out and towards the big flower pot you two had agreed to meet at. It seems he's the first one there so they stay there and wait for a while before spotting you, mudkip and whismur making your way over there. When you spot him you wave excitedly before holding up a big bag as if to show off the presents you got from the stall you had visited in excitement.

"Look at all the things I got for us Mingi!" You say as you open the bag for him to peer inside and see the large amount of things you had been gifted.

"Woah that's a lot of things."

"It is and I learnt so much so now I will be even better at taking care of our pokémons! I can teach you as well if you'd like."

"I'd like that." He smiles before looking down at the flowers and then he holds them out quickly towards you.

"I made these for you."

"For me?" He can hear the surprise in your voice and when you take them from his hands he dares glance at you and nod. "You said you wanted a bouquet of flowers once in college remember?"

"You remember that?" You asks not believing he'd actually remember your offhanded remark about being gifted flowers.

"I remember everything you tell me." He mumbles as bagon nudges his leg trying to make him remember what they wanted him to do.

"Hey Y/n do you think you'd like to go with me to umm."

"Yes? Go with you where?" You ask looking at him, part of you feel hopeful that perhaps he'd ask you to go with him somewhere special and when Mingi makes eye contact with you the words get stuck once again in his throat and he doesn't really know what to say.

"Go with me to the stand over there? They're teaching you to make pokéblocks." He can hear bagon groan down near his leg and he opts to ignore him knowing that if he looks down the little dragon type will 100% scold him from backing down once again.

"Oh sure!" You say, trying to hide the disappointment since you had thought that Mingi would ask you something else entirely after gifting you flowers.

Your little gang ends up sitting on the ground with two pots in front of you as the instructor goes over how to make pokéblocks for your pokémons, describing them as a kind of snack a lot of them will prefer and going over the different colors which co-respond to a different flavor and how certain pokémons will prefer one flavor over the other.

You and Mingi sit and concentrate as you put in the berries you've chosen and the other ingredients, stirring around as you make sure nothing will burn. Mudkip looks at what you're doing with concerned eyes, he trusts you a lot but right now he's not so sure he trusts what you're doing with how much steam is coming out from the pot.

"Hey look! I managed to make some blocks!" Mingi shows off his blocks proudly from the little dispenser you'd pour the batter into to then plop one block out at a time. They are a bit wonky looking and you weren't sure they were supposed to look like that at all.

"You sure those are edible?" You ask and he gasp at you looking offended.

"You don't think my pokéblocks are edible?! I put in blood sweat and tears into these." He says dramatically before plopping three of them out.

"Here guys don't you wanna try some? I made them for you!" He beams and his pokémons eye the pokéblocks with suspicion. Torchic is the brave one and tries one and she makes the strangest face, looking similar to how you feel when eating a lemon, before running around in circles and crying out seemingly how bad it was.

"Don't think she approved of it." You muse forgetting to momentarily stir your pot.

"Whismur! Whis!" Whismur is quick to remind you in fear of yours turning out worse than what she had just witnessed.

"It can't be that bad Torchic!" Mingi looks at her surprised before looking at his other friends, bellossom is pretending to be asleep while bagon just stares at him with a don't you even dare type of face.

"Here I'll try one and prove they're not bad!" He says before plopping one in his mouth and he chews a bit trying to pretend it tastes good but his facial expressions betray him.

"That bad huh?"

"Yeah ummm this needs some more practice I think, eugh don't worry guys I won't feed you any more until I'm better at this." He makes sure to throw his away.

"This is why you leave the cooking to me." You boast proudly and Mingi gives you a massive side eye.

"I don't think they should be a burnt color like yours are." He hits back and you look down at your blocks.

"They're not that bad! Here Whismur! Try one!" You hold one out and she just pretends she couldn't hear you, looking around hoping someone would save her. "Mudkip? You wanna try one?" You try again and he trots up and sniffs at one of them before taking the tiniest bite with a polite smile.

"See!"

"He is not enjoying that at all!"

"It can't be that bad!"

You quickly eat one as well only to start coughing at how bad the taste was.

"Yeah no no ew that wasn't good at all... I think I need more practice at this as well." You mutter before apologizing to mudkip for having to eat that.

"I guess making pokéblocks isn't our forte at all."

The two of you start snickering and giggling after making eye contact finding this whole scenario funny. You both agree that if you are to create any for your friends that the two of you will work together and always taste before giving any to your friends to make sure they actually taste well.

"Oh yes you wanted to ask me something earlier Mingi? When those kids ran between us and right before we split up?" You ask curiously, it's been on your mind the entire day the fact that he's tried to ask you something but every time something has come up which has made him unable to properly ask what he wants to.

"Oh hehe." He laugh as the two of you stands up ready to walk out from this place and bagon stares at Mingi with so much intent ready to do something drastic in case Mingi doesn't ask you this time.

His patience is running thin.

"Oh it's nothing don't worry about iitt!" Mingi barely has any time to finish his sentence before bagon headbutts him in the back causing him to fly forward and land onto of you with an oof.

"Ah! I'm so sorry! I didn't mean for that to happen! Bagon! You can't knock into me like that." He berates the pokemon before checking up on you.

"Ar you okay? Did I hurt you?? I'm so sorry..." He sits up and makes sure you're okay.

"I'm fine my butt hurts a bit but otherwise i'm fine.. Are you okay?" You ask.

"I am. Okay here goes nothing I guess." He says taking a deep breath before continuing. "Y/n, do you want to go and watch the meteor shower in Mossdeep city with me at their space center? I got two tickets and I would like to go with you if you want to? I know we weren't suppose to head to Mossdeep next but I'd really want to do this with you." He blurts out before he lets the opportunity go again.

"Meteor shower?" You say before your eyes light up. "Of course I wanna go! Oh Mingi that would be so much fun!" You say as you also think about how it would be pretty romantic to watch the stars fall together with him.

"Yeah?" His gummy smile is making an appearance again and you giggle at bagons proud look behind the two of you before nodding.

"Yeah, I'd like that."

It takes a few days to get to Mossdeep city but the two of you manages to hitch a ride with constable Jenny to the closest port to take a boat over so you'd get there quicker than you would walking. You still have the flowers Mingi had gifted you sticking out of your bag and every time you looked at him your heart warmed at the sight. Getting these tickets to the space center wasn't an easy task meaning Mingi had gone out of his way to get them behind your back just so he could ask you to go with him.

A part of you wondered if this was a date or not. Perhaps you should take Yunhos advice and confess to him when the two of you are watching the meteors. What could go wrong? Yunho had insisted that Mingi wouldn't reject you and that you'd get the outcome you were hoping for so perhaps it would be a good idea to tell him today?

Those were the thoughts running through your head as the two of you got off the boat and steered your way towards the space center. It was almost time for the meteor shower to start since the boat had taken up most of the day when traveling.

"Hello and welcome to Mossdeeps space center, are you here for the meteor shower?" The receptionist asks kindly as you two enters, hand in hand.

"Hello! We are! I got two tickets right here." Mingi tells her before handing over the tickets. Once they were scanned the lady let you both inside and told you to go up the stairs to gain access to the top floor to be able to sit outside and enjoy the beautiful show.

"I'm so excited to see the beautiful show, especially now that I'm here with you." You confess, cheeks heating up slightly at the confession.

"I'm just glad you said yes." He admits, cheeks turning a slight rosy color as well.

Mingi guides you to a spot in the middle of the open balcony where a little bench is sitting and the two of you sit down together. Your hands still linked together as if it will help the both of you to gain courage to say what you want to say.

In Mingis head Yunhos words from right before he left for the plane echos. "You should confess Mingi, I know they'll say yes I promise they feel the same about you. Go for it." Should he go for it? He thinks he should, it's the perfect place to confess and if he doesn't do it now he might regret it for the rest of his life.

In your head unknowingly to Mingi, Yunhos words are also echoing in your head. You think back to that conversation and wonder if Yunho knows something you don't, you haven't been able to figure it out if he's telling the truth about Mingi liking you back or if he's just being a nice friend who's encouraging you to speak your truth. And in this moment you decide it's best to do so. No matter what the consequences might be.

"Hey Mingi I need to tell you something."

"Hey Y/n I need to tell you something."

The two of you look at each other in surprise before chuckling at the fact that you both said the same thing at the same time.

"Sorry you go first Mingi."

"But you spoke first." He says and you shake your head insisting he should talk first thinking he just wants to tell you something normal.

"Okay then... Here goes nothing. I really like you Y/n, not like like you only as a friend, I like you more than a friend." He starts before looking you in the eyes and holding your hands in his tightly. "I love you like a lot. More than I think I realize myself and I just had to tell you before I explode from keeping it inside for much longer." He confesses sincerely and you gape at him in surprise, never would you have thought that he'd confess to you.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same I just had to tell you."

"I love you too!" You blurt out to stop his ramblings.

"Wait really?"

"Yes! For a long time now actually, ever since college when we first met, that's when my crush started which then developed into something more. I was actually gonna confess to you as well but you beat me too it." You smile and the smile Mingi gives you could rival a thousand suns before he dives in for a hug.

"Would you want to be my partner?" He asks quietly as if he's scared you'd say no right after confessing you have feelings for him.

"I'd love nothing more than that Mingi." You tell him before lightly holding his chin after breaking the hug. "May I give you a kiss?"

"You may." He giggles and you lean in giving him a quick little kiss on his lips before settling in next to him, leaning your head on his shoulder as he leans his head on yours.

The two of you continue to cuddle as the meteor shower starts up in the sky, everything is just perfect in this moment in time and you couldn't be happier. Perhaps you need to thank bagon later on for giving Mingi the push he needed to ask you to come here with him.

Speaking of said pokémon, he and the others bursts out of their pokéballs to join you in watching the sky. Some cuddle in your laps while others sit on the ground in front of you enjoying the scenery.

"You know what I just realized?" Mingi muses and you tilt your head up to look at him. "I owe Yunho a drink, lunch and dessert now the next time we see him."

Yeah you think, perhaps neither of you would have had the courage to confess had he not urged the both of you to say something.

But for now you'd enjoy the perfect evening with your friends and boyfriend.

[anylady-fics]

Close to you | Seungmin x F Reader

Cross posted on ao3

Summary: You just wanted to hook up with that guy you were dating — shy, polite, and way too hot for his own good. But when he takes too long to make a move, you decide to push him until he snaps.

WC: 6.3k

⚠️ warnings: smut, insecure!seungmin, oral sex (f/m), vaginal sex, dirty talk, big dick seungmin, consensual recording, fingering, come swallowing

an: seungabs debut made me do it (thanks Lee Know)

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Since you started dating one of your co-worker friends, things have felt a little... off. You were used to pushy men, the kind who made you set boundaries because they were always in a damn rush to get in your pants. And that shit’s boring. For real.

Fucking was never hard. But wanting to fuck someone? That’s a whole different story.

Most guys you slept with didn’t even deserve it. You did it because you were horny, or lonely, or just had nothing better to do. But whatever it is you’ve got going on now? This has never happened before. You’ve never waited for someone to make a move and not had it happen. So yeah… you’ve been feeling weird.

You started dating Seungmin almost a month ago. You knew he was shy from the start, but it was easy to get along with him. He’s funny, smart… and hot as hell.

But you’re pretty sure he doesn’t even know it. 

He’s nothing like the other guys. He always looks away with the cutest smile when you compliment him, and then his hands start sweating when you’re close. It’s kinda adorable, if it wasn’t also driving you insane. 

You’ve made out with him a few times, of course… and it was really good. He’s a great kisser, he’s got those pretty hands, and he’s always so damn respectful. So respectful that you actually had to guide his hands to squeeze your tits, like he was scared to do it on his own.

That had never happened to you before. You’d never waited so long for a guy to touch you and… nothing.

So naturally, you started thinking that something was wrong. Maybe he had a small dick and was just too shy to get naked in front of you. It’s happened before, so... fair assumption.

But then again — you’ve already sat on his lap. You felt how hard he was under those jeans. You saw the outline of his cock right there, pressed against the fabric. He wasn’t small. Not even close. That wasn’t the problem.

You even considered the possibility that maybe he just wasn’t that into you. But that couldn’t be it either — your make-out sessions were hot. Like, really hot. And he keeps asking you out, taking you to nice places… dinners, movies, all that romantic shit. 

You were losing your mind.

For the first time in a long while, you actually wanted to fuck, and being stuck in this weird limbo was frustrating as hell.

At one point, you thought maybe he was a virgin. And honestly, that wouldn’t even be a problem for you…

But then your co-worker told you Seungmin had a long-term relationship before. So yeah. That theory went out the window too. You just didn’t know what to think anymore. And of course, you weren’t about to ask Seungmin directly about it, you didn’t want to come off as invasive or anything.

So instead, you decided to tease him. Push his buttons a little and see what happens. That was the plan. Not the smartest one, sure, but at this point? You didn’t give a fuck.

He texted you as soon as you left work, checking if your date was still on for the night. He said he’d pick you up at eight, as usual. You said yes, and the moment you stepped into your apartment, you went straight to your closet.

You weren’t sure what to wear, but he usually took you to these fancy restaurants, so… a dress felt like a safe bet. You picked a black one. It showed a little skin — not your legs, just some cleavage. Just enough. And it didn’t require a bra.

Of course that your brain went straight to the filthiest place. You were already picturing yourself on his lap after dinner, thinking about how easy it’d be for him to just fuck you in that dress. This guy was really driving you insane. 

You just wanted him to show that he wanted the same thing as you. And you weren’t used to feeling this desperate over a guy. For fuck’s sake.

So you took your time in the shower, styled your hair, put on some light makeup, and sprayed your best perfume — the one he’d already said he loved on your skin. Then you headed to your underwear drawer and picked out the sluttiest little thong you could find. By the time you slipped the dress and heels on, he was already calling to say he was outside. You took one last look in the mirror before heading out, and damn, you looked hot. If he kept acting like this, it might actually start messing with your self-esteem.

Finding his car was easy — he always parked in the same spot near your building. You slid into the passenger seat, and the way his face lit up made your stomach flip. His jaw literally dropped when he saw you. Score.

“Wow, you’re… you’re… stunning. I don’t even have a word.” He leaned in to give you a quick peck, careful not to mess up your lipstick. 

Seungmin, as always, knew how to dress. You looked him over — he was wearing a fitted long-sleeve shirt that hugged his body just right, and those damn dress pants you loved on him.

“Well, you’re looking pretty great yourself,” you said, grinning. “Guess we matched tonight.”

“Yeah, we did!” 

He drove you to a French restaurant, and as always, the conversation flowed easily. You sipped some good wine and… flirted. A lot. You kept rubbing your leg against his under the table, watching his cheeks flush every time you did.

He tried to act calm, casual, but you could tell he was getting turned on. Especially by the way he looked at you. That look in his eyes… fuck. There’s no way he didn’t want the same thing as you.

“So… do you wanna head back to my place?”

“Y-yeah, we can do that.”

He asked for the check and paid while you slipped off to the bathroom, mostly just to check on your poor panties, already soaked through. Not that that little piece of fabric was doing much anyway. And when you came back, you could tell… he was definitely getting nervous.

Even during your hottest make-out sessions, you’d never pushed him. Because again — you were used to guys who always made the first move. So whenever Seungmin paused things, whether it was to go to the bathroom, take a call, or just slow things down when it got too intense, you let him. You respected that. 

So on the ride back, you just kept talking about your week, his job, how good dinner had been. All the while, you watched his hands. Watched them start to sweat as you got closer to your apartment. He kept wiping them on his thighs, probably thinking you didn’t notice, but you did.

When he parked, you got out and waited for him to catch up at the building entrance. He was clearly nervous, like always, and you still had no idea why. 

As soon as you stepped into your apartment, you locked the door behind you and kicked off your heels to get more comfortable. Then you led him to the living room and sat down on the couch.

“Want something to drink?” you asked, slowly loosening your hair, watching him get completely mesmerized. “I’ve got wine, beer… water.”

“I’m fine for now, thank you. And you look really beautiful tonight. I mean, you’re always beautiful, but… I don’t know, I guess I’m still kinda speechless.”

“I think it’s cute,” you said, smiling. “I like when you compliment me like that, you know?”

“Cute? Me?”

“Of course. Why? You don’t think you’re cute?”

He smiled and looked away. God. You wanted to do so many things to him when he did that…

“Ahm… I don’t know.”

“Hm, yeah? So… what if I show you how much I think you’re cute?” You stood up, just to sit right back down on his lap, facing him, completely ignoring the way his hands started shaking the moment they touched your thighs. “I just think I can express myself better this way.”

“That sounds… good.”

His voice came out soft, a little shaky, but then he squeezed your thighs, and it took everything in you not to moan right there. You looked at him, cupped his face, and kissed him, cutting off whatever he was about to say.

The kiss started slowly. You liked to tease. You licked his lower lip, then bit it, sucked it, before finally sliding your tongue into his mouth. His hands moved to your waist, gripping tight, and that’s when you felt it… he was getting hard under those pants. Score. Again.

He deepened the kiss, and you let him. You tried to hold yourself back, to not start grinding on his lap… but his cock was already pressing right against your pussy, and fuck, you didn’t want him to stop. So you waited. 

You didn’t know how long you were kissing him, but every minute he seemed to loosen up a little more. His hands were on your tits now, cupping them through the dress, pinching your nipples through the fabric, pulling you tighter against him as he sucked on your tongue.

You already knew you were gonna stain his pants with how wet you were and you weren’t even a little bit sorry. 

The straps of your dress had slipped down your shoulders, so you pulled it lower—until your tits were practically spilling out. 

You half-expected him to stop you. Or maybe kiss you all soft and sweet like he usually did.

But no. 

Seungmin didn’t stop you. He finished what you started.

He pulled the dress down the rest of the way and grabbed your bare tits, making you moan straight into his mouth. His hands were big, warm, you could feel the heat spreading across your skin, and suddenly your whole body felt dizzy with it. You couldn’t believe he was finally letting it happen… fuck. So you rolled your hips, just a little, just to feel him, and he groaned into your mouth. That sound was so hot it made you clench. Hard. 

Your hands were on his shoulders as you slowly started to unbutton his shirt. But then… he shrank under you. His hands moved back to your thighs. Not gripping. Just… resting there. And suddenly, the kiss started to lose its heat. 

What the hell happened? 

You didn’t stop, though. You undid two more buttons, and again, he pulled back slightly, almost like he was trying to hide his chest from you.

Oh.

You were starting to get it now. Maybe this was what had been holding him back all along.

“Seungmin… is everything okay?”

You pulled away from the kiss, your hands returning gently to his shoulders.

“Yeah, but… shit, sorry. I don’t even know what to say.” He was clearly embarrassed, but you still didn’t get why. “I… I’m insecure. About my body. Just… please don’t laugh.”

Oh my god. Was he serious? No way.

“What do you mean…?”

“I’m too skinny. I… I don’t feel comfortable taking my clothes off in front of people.” He let out a shaky breath. “So yeah, that’s why I’ve been holding back. But tonight... fuck. You’re hot. Like, really hot. And I thought maybe I could just go with it, maybe it’d be okay.” He glanced down, avoiding your eyes. “But then you started unbuttoning my shirt and I just… panicked. I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby… I just—” You let out a breath. “It’s hard to believe, honestly. Because from where I’m sitting, you’re so fucking hot I can barely put it into words. But I’m gonna respect you. If you don’t wanna take your clothes off or… do anything, that’s okay.” 

You kissed his forehead, trying really hard to ignore the fact that he was still hard under you.

“Of course I wanna do it… look at you…” His eyes dropped to your tits and he took a deep, shaky breath. “Fuck. I’m so sorry.”

“Can I show you something?” You tilted his chin up gently. “I know it’s not gonna magically fix how you feel about yourself, but… give me your hand.”

You took his hand and shifted on the couch, kneeling to move just far enough off his lap. Then you hiked your dress up until your panties were on full display, and slid his hand inside them. 

“Can you feel that?” Your voice was soft, but dripping with heat. “That’s how hot I think you are. I’m soaked for you.” 

You held his gaze, letting the moment simmer between your bodies.

“All those makeout sessions… I had to get myself off thinking about you. I fingered my pussy thinking about your hands. Thinking about your voice. Thinking about the way you smile at me. Thinking about you.”

“F-fuck… is that really true?” His fingers slid through your folds, spreading your arousal, making the slick sound between your legs obscene. “God, you’re so wet…”

“Yes… I’d never lie to you.” You leaned closer, your voice low and full of heat. “I know you’re skinny, and I love that. You’re hot as fuck. I was losing my mind over you, wondering why you hadn’t fucked me yet.” You kissed the corner of his mouth. “God, Seungmin… if you let me, I could do a few things that might help you out.”

“I… I think I can do that.” 

He pulled his hand out of your panties and started unbuttoning his shirt on his own. You couldn’t take your eyes off him. His chest, his stomach, the way his fingers fumbled just a little. All that bare skin finally in front of you. And the moment he slipped the shirt off, your hands were all over him. You pinched one of his nipples, making him hiss through his teeth. “And… what things?” he asked, voice low, breath uneven.

“Hm… we could record a few things.” Your fingers moved to his belt, slowly undoing it while your voice dropped to a murmur. “And you could watch it later. See how fucking hot you are. See how desperate you make me.” You looked up at him, biting your lip. “Just thinking about that has me dripping, so please…”

“You’re serious about… recording?” His voice was somewhere between nervous and turned on. You couldn’t quite tell which one was winning. “Like… what?”

He looked up at you, wide-eyed, completely under your spell.

You stood up slowly and reached for your phone on the coffee table, then you sank to your knees between his legs, pushing his pants down to take them off.

Fuck.

You nearly drooled at the sight of his cock straining against his boxers. You already knew he wasn’t small, but seeing how thick he was? Your mouth watered.

You put your phone on airplane mode, opened the camera, and handed it to him. His hands were still shaking, but now it wasn’t insecurity. It was anticipation. He knew exactly what was coming.

“You know… I’m gonna suck you off, and you’re gonna record it.” Your voice was pure sin, you were trying your best to sound as sexy as possible. “Then you’ll see just how badly I want you.”

“Fuck… I’ve never done anything like that before.” He bit his lip when you squeezed his thighs, your hands sliding up toward his cock. “You’re killing me.”

“All I want you thinking about…” You touched his stomach, his skin soft and warm under your palm. “…is whether you’re gonna finish in my mouth, on my tits, or all over my face. Okay?”

He looked like he could barely breathe.

“Nothing else matters, baby. Just me. My mouth. Your cock.”

Then you started stroking his cock over his boxers, feeling how soaked the fabric already was with his precum. You teased the waistband with your fingers before finally pulling them down, freeing his thick, heavy cock, and that’s when he told you he’d hit record.

Seungmin was breathing hard, his chest rising and falling, while you traced your fingertips along the thick veins of his cock. You weren’t even sucking yet, just touching. Studying him.

Already thinking about how raw your throat would feel after choking on it. And fuck, you couldn’t wait.

“Such a pretty cock…” You wrapped your hand around the base and dragged your tongue up the entire length, eyes locked on his — and the camera. “Gotta make it nice and wet… so I can sit on it later.”

You tugged his boxers all the way off, tossed them aside, and brought your hands to his balls, cupping them gently as you sucked just the tip of his cock.

He groaned, loudly. You loved his sounds, but you wanted more. You wanted open-mouthed, breathless, needy fucking moans. So you took more of him into your mouth, spit already sliding down your chin. The stretch to take him in was making you even wetter, you couldn’t stop thinking about how he would feel inside your pussy. You needed to make him cum, and fast. You started to suck harder, still slow and deliberate, but filthy. Messy. Intense. And fuck, he liked it. You felt it in the way his thighs tensed up beneath your hands.

“Fuck, you’re so good…”

His voice was shaky, barely more than a breath.

You looked up at him, spit on his cock, then took him back into your mouth, deeper this time. He moaned louder, finally giving you the sounds you were craving. 

You stroked his cock a few times, mesmerized. So hard, so pink… so fucking ready for you to use. But you weren’t done yet.

“Tell me what you like, baby… You can talk to me.”

You swirled your tongue around the tip, gave it a gentle, wet bite, then rubbed it against your lips while staring right into the camera. “Want me to suck harder? Want me to choke on it? Want me to jerk you off? Just say the word, I’ll do it.”

“Suck it and… and use your hands too. I’ll cum like that…” He still sounded shy, even with you licking his cock while he filmed. “Fuck, you look so hot…”

“It’s because I love sucking your cock. Can’t you see that?”

You did exactly what he asked — stroking and sucking at the same time. You took him deeper, until you gagged, and held him there while gently massaging his balls. He was finally moaning for you; loud, needy, beautiful little sounds every time you sucked him harder. 

You knew he was close. You could feel it.

“Wanna taste your cum, baby…” You spit on his cock again, making your strokes slick and smooth, squeezing the head just right to make his whole body twitch under your touch. “Where do you wanna finish, hm?”

“Your mouth… Wanna see you swallow everything.”

Oh fuck.

You weren’t expecting him to say something that dirty, and it ruined you in the best way.

His voice, his breath, his moans… You were the one losing control, even though he was the one about to cum.

You could feel it. The way his thighs tensed, the way his moans got rougher, more desperate. He was right on the edge. So you sucked him deep again, your hand stroking in time with your mouth, your spit dripping everywhere, making a fucking mess.

His hand tightened around the phone, trying to keep the camera steady, but you knew he was struggling. His abs flexed beneath your palm. 

“I’m close, fuck… I’m gonna cum…” 

You didn’t stop.

You welcomed it.

His hips jerked, his cock twitched hard against your tongue, and then he came. Hot, thick spurts hit the back of your throat, and you moaned around him, holding him there, swallowing around the head just to feel him shiver. 

But you didn’t swallow everything right away. You slowly pulled off his cock, lips slick, tongue teasing the tip one last time. Then you looked straight at him — at the phone — and opened your mouth to show him the mess he’d made inside you. 

His cum pooled on your tongue, still warm, still dripping. You let him see it all. Let the camera see it. And then, slowly, you swallowed.

“Fuck…”

He was breathless, eyes wide, totally wrecked. You loved it.

You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand and smiled, still on your knees between his legs.

“See?” you whispered, voice dark and satisfied. “Told you I loved sucking your cock.”

You stood up again and stripped in front of him, because that dress wasn’t welcome anymore. He stared, completely lost in your naked body.

“You gonna let me return the favor?” he asked, his voice soft, almost shy again, which made you smirk, considering he’d just told you he wanted to see you swallow his cum. “The video was a great idea, by the way.” 

“Oh yeah? You wanna taste me too? Is that what you’re saying?” 

You grabbed his hands and pulled him to his feet, guiding him toward your bedroom. You turned on the soft lights, letting the glow wrap around your skin as you crawled onto the bed, laid on your back, and spread your legs. One hand trailed down between them, rubbing your soaked pussy through your panties, just to show him how ready you were. 

“I’m all yours, baby. Come here. And bring my phone.”

You could tell he was still feeling a little insecure about his body, but the second you pushed your panties aside, all of that disappeared. His focus was entirely on you. On your glistening, soaked pussy.

He crawled onto the bed and didn’t waste a single second. He kissed your mound, your inner thighs, your clit. And then he moaned — moaned — when his tongue slipped inside your wet hole. He was devouring you like he needed it. His nose brushed against your clit, sending a white-hot jolt straight through you, making your mind go completely blank.

Fuck.

Your fingers tangled in his hair as your moans filled the room. And when he sucked your clit, then flicked it with his tongue, over and over, just to see how you’d react… You almost lost it.

You grabbed your phone, trying to start a new video, but your hands were shaking too much to hold it steady. You still managed to record him, his mouth working between your legs, messy, hungry, perfect. 

His eyes were closed now. He looked like he was worshiping your pussy. And then you felt it… his fingers teasing your entrance, slowly slipping inside you. 

His fingers slid in so easily, your pussy tightening around them right away, warm, soaked, starving for more. He pumped them slowly at first, curling just right to hit that spot inside you that made your back arch. His tongue never stopped working your clit. Sucking, flicking, licking like he owned you. You couldn’t help the way your hips rolled against his face, chasing more pressure, more friction. Your moans spilled freely, high and messy, fingers tangled in his hair, holding him right where you needed him.

“Fuck, Seungmin…” you moaned, tightening your grip in his hair. “You eat pussy like it’s your fucking job…”

He didn’t say a word, just let out a soft moan, deep in his throat, as he sucked harder, pushing his fingers deeper. His lips were soaked, chin slick with your arousal, eyes fluttering shut like he was drowning in the taste of you.Your thighs began to tremble around his head.

His pace quickened, his fingers fucking into you harder now, his tongue relentless on your clit. Every flick, every stroke, every subtle twist of his wrist was perfect. Precise. Devoted.

This man knew what he was doing to you. 

Your muscles tensed, heat coiling in your belly like it was about to snap.

“Fuck, just like that, don’t stop, please don’t stop…”

Your legs locked around his head, your body arching off the bed as your orgasm tore through you, so fucking loud. And so intense. You cried out his name, over and over, while he kept fucking you with his fingers, drawing it out, riding every second of your high.

When you finally relaxed, breathing hard and with your thighs twitching, he pulled back slowly. His fingers were glistening, and he looked at them like he’d just found his new favorite thing. 

“You’re so fucking perfect when you cum...” he murmured, licking his fingers clean like it was dessert. 

“It’s so weird hearing you say those things… and so hot.”

“Sorry, I just… you’re…”

“Shh… Come here.”

You sat back on the bed and pulled him over you, guiding him between your legs. His cock brushed against your soaked, needy entrance, making both of you gasp softly into the kiss.

“Don’t apologize,” you whispered against his lips. “It was perfect. You’re perfect.”

He kissed you again, deeper this time — slow, hungry, full of everything he couldn’t say out loud. Your hands roamed across his back as he started to rock his hips gently, grinding against your pussy, teasing you with his length.

Every movement smeared his precum and your arousal together, coating both of you in a messy, delicious mix of need. Your bodies moved in sync, soft thrusts, messy kisses, skin sticking with sweat. You wanted him. All of him.

You could feel how hard he was when he settled between your thighs, his cock pressed right against your entrance. He hesitated, just a little. You saw it in his eyes. But then you cupped his face, your voice soft and breathy against his mouth. 

“You wanna fuck me, baby?” Your lips brushed his. “You wanna feel how tight I get around that thick cock of yours?” 

He nodded, cheeks flushed, and swallowed hard.

“…Yeah.”

You guided his cock to your entrance, rubbing the head against your soaked folds, letting him feel how ready you were.

“Then do it. Go slow, though… you know how big you are, right?”

He let out a shaky breath, and you could tell how worked up he was from just that, your words, your wet heat, you all spread open for him. 

His tip pushed into you, stretching you just a little. You both gasped. All the time you waited for was worth it. For real.

“Fuck… you're already stretching me,” you whispered, eyes fluttering shut as he eased in, inch by inch. “God, you feel so good.” 

He was quiet, focused, his breath shallow as he watched himself slide deeper into you. He paused halfway in, like he was scared to hurt you. But you both knew you were more than ready to take his cock.

“Is it… okay?”

You reached for his ass, pulling him just a little closer. 

“Yeah, baby. It’s more than okay. Just keep going… just like that. You’re fucking perfect.” 

He groaned… soft, desperate, and kept pushing in, letting you take him at your pace. The stretch was deep, so deep it made your legs shake, but you loved it. You wanted it. You wanted to feel every thick inch filling you up. 

When his hips finally met yours, you both just stayed there… breathing, pulsing, clinging.

“Fuck. I can feel you everywhere.” 

He let out a broken moan and kissed your neck, his body trembling slightly. 

“I’ve never felt anything like this…you’re so wet, so hot around my cock…” He said, his lips against your chin now. 

You smiled, wrapping your legs around his waist, locking him in. 

“Then don’t stop....”

He felt so good inside you, so deep. You were full. So full.

Seungmin kissed your lips, your neck, your cheeks — anything he could reach — while he kept thrusting into you, slow and careful, like he didn’t want to miss a single second of it. Your nails scraped gently down his back, hips pushing up to meet his every movement. You were already used to the stretch, already aching for more. 

He moaned against your skin, and it made you shiver underneath him. The room was hot, your bodies slick with sweat, the air heavy with the smell of sex, and you were just getting started.

“I wanna ride you…” you whispered against his lips, biting at his chin before pulling back to look him in the eye. “Wanna make a video of it. Want you to see what I look like bouncing on your cock.”

“Fuck, baby… I’ll do whatever you want.” His voice was breathless, dazed. He slowly pulled out of you, groaning from the loss, and laid back beside you on the bed. “Come here, then…”

He was already stroking himself, long fingers wrapped around  his cock, watching you, waiting for you.

And fuck, that sight alone made your pussy clench, made you want to sink back down on him and give him the show of his life. 

You straddled him slowly, already holding his cock in your hand, rubbing the head along your soaked folds, just enough to tease, to spread the mess between you. Both of you were dripping, hot and ready, and you could see it in his eyes how badly he wanted to be inside again. 

Seungmin held your phone, already recording, but his focus was entirely on you.

The way you hovered over him, dragging his tip along your pussy but not letting him in just yet… it was torture, and he was loving every second of it.

You kept rubbing his tip against your slit, watching his abs tighten beneath you, his jaw clenched like he was trying not to beg. And when you finally lined him up and began to sink down, you did it slowly. 

“Fuck…” you breathed, throwing your head back as the stretch hit you all over again. You could feel every inch as you eased him, until your pussy swallowed him whole.

Seungmin gasped softly, barely holding the phone steady. His eyes were locked on where your bodies met, watching your pussy stretch around his cock, watching it disappear inside you.

You paused when your hips met his, letting your body adjust, grinding a little just to feel how deep he was.

“Look at that…” you murmured, glancing down at the camera. “Look how you fill me up. You feel that, baby? This is all yours.”

His breath hitched, and you started to move. Slow at first, rolling your hips and letting his cock rub against every sensitive spot inside you. You kept one hand on his chest, the other sliding up your body to your tits, playing with them for the camera as you bounced gently in his lap.

You glanced down at him, at how his lips were parted, eyes glazed over, body trembling underneath you. He was completely gone for you. Fuck, he was perfect. 

“Hold the phone steady, baby,” you teased, biting your lower lip. “Wanna make sure you get every angle of me riding your cock.”

He whimpered. Literally whimpered for you.

And that only made you grind harder, pick up the pace, bouncing harder on him now, claiming him, using him, fucking yourself stupid on his cock while letting him watch you do it.

Seungmin was struggling beneath you, his eyes fluttering shut, knuckles white as he gripped your phone, trying to keep filming, trying to survive the way your pussy kept clenching around him.

“Oh, fuck… you feel so good…” he whispered, almost like he didn’t mean to say it out loud.

You moaned, riding him even deeper now, making his cock hit the right spot inside you over and over, just the way you needed. Your thighs were shaking, your clit brushing his skin with every grind, your pussy soaking his pelvis.

“You like watching me fuck myself on your cock, baby?” you whispered, breathless. “This is all for you. This pussy is yours.”

He whimpered, his voice broken. Fuck, you were losing it, his sounds…

“I-I’m trying not to cum…”

You smirked, your nails digging lightly into his chest as you moved faster. You could feel the heat inside you, your walls were getting tight around him. You were getting closer… his cock felt just too good to be true.

“I’m so close… gonna cum all over your cock…”

He moaned again, deeper this time, biting his lip hard as he watched your body move, watched your face twist with pleasure, watched your pussy suck him in so hard you couldn’t even recognize yourself. Your orgasm hit like a wave, fast and hard, your whole body tightening, back arching as you cried out his name. You kept grinding, chasing every last pulse of it, using him, making a mess all over his cock. 

“Fuck, I… I’m not gonna last—”

You reached for his face, panting against his lips, still grinding slow and deep to tease him. 

“You’re not cumming yet, I want you to fuck me from behind now. And don’t be gentle, baby.”

You pulled his cock out of you slowly, moaning at the obscene wet sound it made. Your pussy clenched at the loss, already missing how full you felt, how deep he was.

You turned around, got on all fours in the center of the bed, looking back at him with a filthy smile.

Seungmin was still holding the phone, still filming with shaky hands, completely wrecked, but he followed your lead. His eyes glued to your ass, to the way your pussy was dripping and throbbing for him.

“Fuck me. Hard. And I want you to cum inside me,” you whimpered, arching your back, spreading your legs wider for him. “I wanna see it leak out of my pussy when you’re done.”

He let out a broken moan behind you, his breath ragged, his body burning hot as he lined himself up again. No hesitation this time.

He slid inside you in one deep, wet thrust, so thick, so full… and from that angle, he hit a spot that made your legs tremble and your mouth fall open. You moaned so loud he actually paused, his hands gripping your hips, worried.

“Did I hurt you…?”

“No, don’t stop... fuck... it’s so fucking good…”

He groaned and snapped his hips forward again, this time harder. He started fucking you the way you’d asked for. Hard, deep, relentless. The wet, filthy slap of skin echoed in the room, mixed with the desperate sounds spilling from your mouth. You could feel the bed rocking, your legs shaking, the sheets tangled in your fists… fuck. It was everything you wanted, everything you needed.

He was panting behind you, eyes glued to the way his cock disappeared into your dripping pussy. You were so tight, so hot around him… he was losing it.

You dropped your chest onto the bed, face buried in the pillow, and reached behind you with both hands to spread your ass open for him.

“Look at this pussy taking your cock,” you moaned, knowing how slutty you sounded. “Don’t stop. Fill me up. I want every fucking drop.”

That broke him.

“F-fuck… I’m gonna cum…” he choked out, breath hitched, voice wrecked. 

His rhythm turned messy, erratic, hips slamming into you as he cursed under his breath, and then you finally felt it. That hot, deep rush as he came hard inside you, cock twitching with every spurt, stuffing you full. You sighed, blissed out, your whole body buzzing. 

Still panting, you looked back over your shoulder with a wicked grin. 

“Now… when you pull out, I want you to record everything.”

Seungmin, still breathless and dazed, pointed the phone down just like you told him to, recording as he slowly pulled his cock out of you, both of you moaning from it. 

His cum spilled from your swollen pussy in thick, creamy drips, glistening on your thighs, and you heard him groan at the view. So fucking filthy… you were tired as fuck but wanting to do it all over again. 

You smirked into the pillow. You couldn’t wait to watch those videos with him… maybe right before round two.

After he pulled out, you collapsed onto the bed, still catching your breath,and sore in the best way. Seungmin lay down beside you. He never looked so beautiful as in that moment. Completely wrecked, his skin flushed, lips parted, messy hair. He was still holding the phone, like he didn’t want to miss a second of you.

You turned to face him, your thighs sticky with his cum, you smiled at him lazy and satisfied before your eyes met, and then there was something else now—something warm.

You leaned in, kissed him slow, deep, messy… maybe he could still taste himself in your tongue. 

“Was that okay?” he whispered, sounding a bit shy again. And you couldn’t not find it cute as hell, damn.

You laughed softly and traced his jaw with your fingertips. That man was completely clueless, fuck.

“More than okay. I told you, right? You’re perfect.”

He smiled, eyes shining like he couldn’t believe any of this was real. And you couldn’t believe it either. He was everything you wanted, for real. 

You pulled the blanket over both of you, resting your head on his chest, his heartbeat still racing under your cheek. 

“Guess I’m yours now, huh?” 

You bit your lip, smirking against his skin, and biting his neck right after.

“I think you are. I’ve got videos to prove it.”

He groaned, covering his face with his arm, half embarrassed, half turned on again. And you were already sliding your hand back down his stomach, feeling his hot sweaty skin.

“Hope you’re not too tired… ‘Cause next time, I’m tying you up and sitting on your face while we rewatch the whole thing.”

His cock twitched against your thigh. Yeah. You weren’t going anywhere.

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Where the Vernal Wind Blows (Sylus x Reader) - Ch. 2

Lost in the Kazdelian desert, Sylus was close to accepting his fate of meeting his end in a desolate region until he met a certain banshee who finds amusement in his misfortune. In which Sylus believes your first meeting should have been the last then you and him keep meeting again and again until- -He ended up replacing the role of your previous guard. A Banshee! Reader x Vampire! Sylus Fic Tags: Sylus x Reader, AU, Crossover, Mentions of War, Blood, Violence, Slow Burn, Enemies to LoversChapter Summary: Perhaps he has bitten more than he can chew when he agreed to travel with you but when the expedition finally comes to a close, an opportunity presents itself. Author's Note: I actually just want to write banter. I joked with my beta reader once if I can just post lines of banter with no context and call it a day. Anyways, sorry if the update on this took awhile. Working on a sewing project recently. Enjoy! AO3 Ch. 1 / Ch. 2

2: Of the Pale Sea and Twin Moons from the Faraway Sky

All that Stayrus can think about is he should have gone with Hoederer’s squad if he knew you would turn him into a burdenbeast.

“You’ll be rich after this contract, Stayrus,” Hoederer told him, patting him on the back while the rest of the mercenaries put away their gear after the Military Commission confirmed that all the Victorian drifters had been neutralized.

There is a degree of truth in his words because after potato peeler returned the initial payment to Ascalon (Begrudgingly since potato peeler is thinking of running away with it at first), the little puppy you call your guard tossed the pouch towards him instead of keeping it.

Why?

Apparently, according to your little shadow, you said that, “I am no longer feeling generous on giving mercenaries job opportunities.” and any mercenary she brings to you is immediately sent out of your tent, most of them pissed at the little Sarkaz for wasting their time.

It is supposed to be an easy job (A paid vacation as they said) for the likes of him who have his name in the top rankings of the Scar Market.

Except, you decided to turn him not only as your guard but a servant as well.

Two weeks have already passed and maybe it is the heat from the Kazdelian wilderness that still permeates at night or perhaps your shit-eating grins that the bounty over your head is growing more enticing to claim with every second passed.

“Too heavy, Stayrus?”

A load of Sarkaz expletives almost rolled out of his mouth upon hearing your question that yes, a gust of the cool night wind is enough to tip him over but he learned on the second day that every mumbled complaint from him will be greatly ‘rewarded’ by you in the form of another pack full of items you picked up along the way.

One of them contains shards. 

Originium shards.

Originium shards that weigh more than five kilograms that you claim will benefit Her Highness greatly and a mercenary should not ask questions so it took him great restraint to snap back at you how exactly a bunch of rocks will help Her Highness feed the nation.

Some emissary you are.

“Don’t you have eyes beneath your veil?”, he replied to you who finds amusement in his suffering even to the point you are matching his pace as if to see when he will break.

“Do you want to check if I do?”

“Are you offering?”

“I am actually feeling incredibly selfish tonight so no, I am not.”

“Just tonight, Miss Banshee? Or everyday?”, he retorted, knowing this is your subtle way of getting back to him over a sweet treat you were deprived of.

Yes, he is sure you only agreed to hire him to punish him for that.

It would have been easier to deal with you if it wasn’t for your little guard quietly hovering behind him, waiting for him to make one false move so she could have an excuse to take him down.

Small as she is, Stayrus can say she is strong for a Sarkaz child after witnessing her take down a bandit twice her size while you just stood by the sideline, cheering for her instead of helping.

Yet, he knows you do not need the little puppy to defend you but he is certain someone had ordered her to follow you around for their piece of mind and he is sure that someone isn’t Her Highness who gave out that task.

Someone else who is equal in importance.

(The little puppy’s skills aren’t acquired on her own, that one he is also sure. Someone trained her, someone very experienced.)

“Do you want to see my eyes that bad, vampire? I am flattered but I am just a humble banshee.”

“A humble banshee that casts a hex at me every time she could.”

“It isn’t my fault I have a willing volunteer.”

“Oh now you are admitting you are doing it on purpose,” he snapped back, keeping track of how many times that you, the most humble of all Banshees as you call yourself, have these little ‘accidents’ every time you weave your own incantations when your group calls it a day.

Accidents that always spared Ascalon but not him.

(“Oh no, I am so sorry, Stayrus!”, you exclaimed the first time it happened before giving him that signature shit-eating grin and you do not feel sorry at all when a pair of Feline ears sprouted on top of his head with a tail of matching color on his behind that only went away after a 24 hours.)

It is clear that you aren’t doing it out of boredom because if anything, you are having a grand time on a barren wasteland of all places.

You did not grace him with a reply even when you always want to have the last word in every conversation with him and that only happens when the strange contraption you call a compass makes a soft ticking sound, your attention immediately towards it.

Stayrus doesn’t need to see your eyes beneath your veil because he is sure you are wearing a manic expression of every scholar who is on the verge of a new discovery.

(Your strange device based on his observation points you to old ruins and no, he didn’t ask why you are so obsessed with wreckages that all it takes is one last sandstorm to be completely erased from the map. If it is even on the map in the first place.)

At least you have other interests other than poking fun at him.

Of course, your little puppy is already right there behind you every time you run off to inspect a building barely holding on, leaving him behind to catch up as if the three of you are tourists and the pale sea is the winding streets of the old city of Iberia, the country of sailors and explorers.

He will just have to bear with you for three months.

Three months of being your guard turned into premium entertainment.

Three months of being subjected to your useless incantations.

Three months of shoving the thought of dragging you to the Scar Market so he can have the price of your head for himself.

After this, he will never entertain offers from Sarkaz children carrying oriron shards equivalent to their weight.

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“We are a scattered nation.”

Those are the words Her Highness had told you before you returned to the Convallis after the conclusion of your last expedition. 

You have been good friends with her for many years and aside from the irritating (and ‘amusing’, her words, not yours) tale of meeting Mr. No-Sense-of-Direction that brought a ghost of a smile on her face, your search for the other Sarkaz tribes while mapping Kazdel still made her dismayed.

Perhaps she is right, your bloodkin had long made their exodus, pulling their roots from this rotting land then walking away, never to return.

Gargoyles, the children of soil and stone, have left all known settlements and only their clay figures remain in their homes now gathering dust.

Wendigos, the first of the Sarkaz tribes to walk Terra, has now pledged their allegiance to the Ursine tsar that rules over the harsh tundra where the bears and hippogriffs clash.

Liches, enthralled with their quest for knowledge as ever, are too deep in their debates in their universities scattered across Leithania.

Still, you haven’t lost hope in looking for the rest of your kin, the strange contraption gifted to the Sarkaz Royal Court by Lord of the Liches and then handed to you by Her Highness coupled with the stars shining above the pale sea is sufficient for you to be able to return to the ruins you refused to venture further when you first discover them.

Why?

They are either crawling with bandits or- 

(There was an instance where you had the misfortune of meeting angels with their glowing halos and firearms who wasted their ammos at you once they realized you were a Sarkaz, the devil as they said.)

-The ruins are protected by complex originium altars that you would rather dismantle than destroy them so you can take them back home with you.

(For research purposes, of course.)

“Should I go ahead and do a recon?”, Ascalon asked, her eyes already looking for any entrances and exits on a desolate building ahead of your group.

Your capable guard is always eager to prove herself but why would you let her do such menial tasks when both of you can sit down, eat berry cookies, and have the vampire prick do it?

“No need,” you answered, stretching the syllables out as you slowly turned around to look at Stayrus who returned your grin with a glare.

It thoroughly amuses you when you see a hint of his fangs every time he tries to intimidate you and it does work more than you care to admit, partially because he is ridiculously tall too.

You slowly raised your hand, pointing at the bandits walking about.

 (He did not budge, still looking down at you, not happy at all.)

Then, you pull out your bone pen, the nib beginning to glow with a silver light as you waved it playfully right to his face because you learned along the way he is slowly figuring out how to break free from your go-to hexes.

(He sighed heavily, rolling his eyes and began to put each pack you had him carry one by one on the desert floor.)

Finally, he received a nod of approval from you.

(You chuckled when he intentionally brushed past you, giving you one last staredown before he made his way to clear out the ruins of its unwanted guests.)

“Miss, are you sure? He blew up the previous one two days ago.”

“Oh, he won’t this time.”

Who would have known that the vampire prick who loves inflicting pain upon you using his Arts does not rely on it much on the battlefield?

It certainly surprised you when he suddenly threw an explosive the first time to prevent the bandits from reaching your group and it took your entire being, your soul even, to not tell him to perish right where he stood when you saw a perfectly intact originium altar crumble to dust that you made sure he trip every ten steps he take.

So now, he gives everyone a free concussion with his bare fists, relying on his physical strength alone instead.

How unconventional for a Sarkaz vampire.

Still, you prefer this over the usual mess his kind does, the mess that clings on the walls, the scent of iron and carnage seeping past the cracks of the floor and into the soil because they are a proud race and a proud race usually always ensures the rest are inferior.

A horrifying lot if you say so yourself and now that you think about it-

-He is too in his own way.

The general wouldn’t be so happy once he finds out you hired a mercenary with this strength unless-

(Your gaze fell to Stayrus who was taking on a group of five and even when you and Ascalon stood a good distance from them, the wind carried the failed negotiation attempts from the bandits followed by the cracking of bones because it is clear to you the vampire prick is blowing off steam.)

-Unless you can turn this into your favor.

There is no way you are letting the general put you under house arrest again at the capital, not when your neighbors tried stealing your roof in the middle of the night.

Certainly, he would overlook this if you are able to find him new people for the Military Commission, right?

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Ascalon was initially taken under the wing of the general after he and Her Highness found her wandering in the outskirts of the capital after a great sandstorm.

She is a girl from nowhere, no home, no family, her form of communication is mimicking what she hears around her and it is only under the kind tutelage of Her Highness that she began to piece together the sound of the word to their meaning.

Through Her Highness, she learned how to speak.

Through the general, she learned how to wield her blade properly.

Her final test, she would like to believe, is becoming your guard.

If only she has been older, she wouldn’t have to rely on other people, much less a mercenary to fill the gaps of her skills but here she is sleeping with one eye open as she watch over the vampire (“Prick”, you always add every time she refers to the mercenary in private conversation) hover about you since it is his turn to make sure you are not running off again.

Of course, Stayrus is not foreign to children with murderous intent, especially your little puppy who is most likely plotting his death right now in case he decides it is time to cash in that bounty over your head.

It is certainly enticing though, especially when you only let your guard down when you are too occupied writing or making a draft of the ruin your group is in.

It would be quick work, you wouldn’t even have time to speak or hold your pen and the little puppy, deadly as she is in her own right, is well, little.

Yet, he didn’t do any of that.

Instead, he slowly inches towards you, hovering over you so he can observe your work come to life, but he makes sure he still keeps a certain distance so you will not pick up his subtle fascination.

Letters. Each Kazdelian character is printed on every paper you have as if it came from a typewriter. 

Pens. You have a collection of them, all of them with various nibs and handles and your papers are always in a disarray but your pens? No, they are all neatly arranged and always near your reach.

Maps. It finally explains why you walk at this place as if it is the city, how you don’t rely on the fading markers from generations past in this expedition. This isn’t your first trip and he is sure it won’t be your last.

Perhaps he has been too obvious about it recently, standing closer and stooping down your height as you inspect a series of glyphs on a wall.

(Why are you fascinated with a bunch of symbols? He doesn’t know.)

“Bored, Stayrus?”

“I am bored enough to talk to you, Miss Banshee.”

“Oh, are you now? Then, go copy the glyphs for me then.”

“Copy them yourself,”, he replied and he should have just turned around, bearing the effects of whatever hex you have chosen to experiment on him today but curiosity won over and here he is, holding one of your cherished pens.

Unfamiliar.

Daunting.

Intimidating.

Those words are usually reserved for weapons, ones he is more accustomed to carrying yet his fingers trembled as he adjusted his grip, his eyes glancing to check how you held yours.

“A conductor from Leithania always had a steady wrist.”

It was the words from a radio he received from Goodenough, a travelling merchant, who threw it in for free after he invested valuable ingots in his ‘Prospective Investment System’ and it is only after shuffling through all stations during his downtime he stumbled across one who plays the acclaimed classical music of musical geniuses from Leithania.

He had never seen an orchestral performance before, let alone a conductor but perhaps you are one, for the pen seemed to follow your every move, every glide, a curve, every flick, a perfect sentence.

It should be easy, right?

That is until he saw your eager grin when you managed to push your job to someone else morphed into a frown after he turned over his hard work.

“Stayrus, is this your idea of a joke?”

“I’ll never make jokes around the likes of you, Miss Banshee.”

“Oh, is that so? What should we call this then? A new writing system?”

It is the most horrible penmanship you have ever laid eyes upon that if you didn’t specifically ask him to copy those glyphs, you would have thought this is random scribbles from a child.

This is even worse than the first time you ask Ascalon to write her name.

(Her Highness just playfully shrugged when you turned to look at her, knowing she was Ascalon’s first teacher in letters and numbers.)

“Sure, we can call it that way. Inventing is not only limited to smartass scholars like you,” he smirked and your eyes are not deceiving you, he is indeed serious.

For him, he knows this is ammunition for you, a scholar with an ego as high as Mount Karlan who is opportunistic as they come with every insult.

He was expecting you to laugh.

Ridicule him even.

Call him a liar then tell him you will put up this paper for display back at the valley where you came from so you and your literate sisters can laugh at it together over your tea time after you sang your elegies by the riverbank.

Yes, he will die on this hill rather than admit how pitiful he is and the other Sarkaz are in front of another who is fortunate to be born in a paradise.

Instead, you let out a heavy sigh, not when you see the faint hint of red on the tips of his pointed ears.

Mercenaries.

You can always rely on them for physical work but clerical ones?

They are hopeless.

“Alright, Mr. Inventor, let’s see more of your new writing system,” you said, shoving a dried tree branch on his hand.

Rough. These are the hands of someone who grew up picking oriron shards around the furnaces before the overseers tell them to scram.

With your bone pen, you proceed to write the characters of his name in the air. “This is how I write your name in my writing system. Show me yours.”

So that’s how his name is spelled in Kazdelian characters but he is careful not to show his fascination, his eyes flicking back and forth to copy each letter carefully in the sand.

“This is too easy, Miss Banshee.”

(No, it is not easy at all. How is it that his lines are crooked and yours aren’t?)

“Is it now? Your writing system is not so primitive then, vampire.”

(Behind his triumphant smirk at your words, a hint of gratitude for in a distant past, he can still recall the dust that clung on his palms as he stood in his tiptoes outside the window of a classroom only reserved for Sarkaz nobles.)

“Oh it is currently in the works. Unlike those goats in Leithania I have all the time in the world.”

(All the time in the world to improve his penmanship he means.)

The shifting schedule he and Ascalon had agreed upon is now discarded, not when he sends your little puppy to bed just so he can hover around you this time, waiting for you to initiate your lessons.

“Just leave my food by the fire, Ascalon.”

“Not Ascalon.”

“Oh, it’s you again, ‘Not Ascalon’. Here to brag about your new writing system again?”

“It isn’t my fault you are the only available scholar around these parts,” he scoffed and you chuckled in amusement, closing your travel journal and the star maps to make room for him.

Under the ancient stars and the distant glow of the campfire slowly flickering out, you and him sit down together on little chairs, his shoulder almost touching yours as he mumbled under his breath, attributing each letter to the sound it makes as the dried branch that had become a permanent member of his arsenal move across the sand beneath the light of the twin moons.

The fools who always make the banshees their muse were right when they claim your kind’s presence alone strikes inspiration.

Was it the perfume you wear, the aroma of spring that never goes away even under the desert sun?

Is it your voice that does have a melodious note to it when he listens closely?

Or maybe how he can catch a glimpse of the outline of your eyes beneath your veil?

Every now and then, your hand will be on top of his, warm, as you correct the crooked lines and flawed curves of his letters, that he began to see it as a gesture of silent truce.

During these quiet nights, you are his first teacher, he is one of your many students, and this is the closest he can have to a normal life here in Kazdel.

Until you decided to be your usual insufferable self during one of your lessons.

“Oh, Stayrus, just so you know, my teaching lessons only come for free to children or people below 4 feet.”

His eyes almost rolled at the back of his head when he heard your words because of course, her humble banshee’s acts of kindness don't come for free.

(Banshees strike inspiration but you? You strike irritation to him.)

“What? Are you asking for another dessert?”

“Not asking, I am demanding. You owe me two, just so you know.”

“Should I also get on my hands and knees while we are at it?”

He was met by your signature shit-eating grin instead, your hand pointing towards the ground in front you.

Little Miss Banshee really thinks she can get away with anything.

This time, he wouldn’t give you the chance to hex him and it doesn’t matter if your little puppy wakes up with what is about to come next.

A scoff followed by a snap of his fingers and your legs suddenly gave out as you let out a surprised huff.

“So nice of you to show me a demonstration, Miss Banshee,” he said slowly because oh, he is going to relish this first ever victory in this war you have waged and he held your chin, tilting it towards him as he looked down on you from his seat.

Not bad, not bad.

“Well, difficult students learn more when you demonstrate,” you grinned and all you can think about is you will make him eat dirt and maybe sand too.

Perhaps his victory is short and what he learned after is he should cover your mouth next time before you can even retaliate.

If there is a next time.

“KNEEL,” you said, and you almost rolled on the sands in laughter when you saw him on his hands and knees.

Mercenaries are supposed to move based on the actions of their employers but it amuses so much that this vampire prick still has a bone to pick with you even when you (Technically, the Military Commission) has paid him well.

Very well that it should be enough to buy him a ticket to a better off country and start anew yet he still linger in this land, why is that?

“I should charge you extra for this,” he muttered under his breath, both of you still not releasing each other’s Arts but you only smiled in amusement.

Well built.

Stubborn.

Determined.

He might be lacking in the reading and writing area but that can be addressed and oh, you will make his service to you very worthwhile.

Afterall, the general should have more men like him, even if he shares the same features as one of the former Sarkaz kings.

“I can do you even better, Stayrus.”

“Oh really? Are you offering free passes now to the Convallis?”

“Unless you are wearing the Civilight Eterna on your head then no.”

Stayrus didn’t open the letter you tucked on his jacket during the course of your expedition and he only did when you and him parted ways in a mining town after Ascalon handed him his final payment.

(No, there is no tip. Some employer you are.)

Your letter bears the insignia of the Elegiac Court, the gathering of the banshees, and he initially thought this is your one last hex to him once he opens but he still did.

A mercenary is a dispensable tool.

A mercenary lives from hand to mouth.

A mercenary has no place in a country who is slowly sailing towards a future where they are no longer needed.

Even with his limited vocabulary, he can pick up the keywords on the content of your letter and no, it isn’t addressed to him.

‘Recommendation’

‘Stayrus’

‘Worthy’

This letter is addressed directly to the general of the Military Commission.

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Her Highness always laughs every time the general brings you up.

It all started as a knowing smile.

Her Highness was but a humble dressmaker serving as an apprentice in the Royal Court back then, gentle, soft spoken, and aside from her brother, the closest she can call for a friend are the sackcloth puppets she made for herself.

There was no place for her and her older brother in the Royal Court run by pureblooded Sarkaz nobles who silently scoffed at their presence, at their mixed ancestry and it was only because they were pupils of Nezzsalem, the commander of the Kazdelian War Council, that they do not have to bear the insults upfront.

(For who would be in their right mind to pick a fight with the commander who carries the scent of decay of all the enemies he had feasted upon?)

Although, only the adults have self-restraint.

It was her favorite sackcloth puppet, a cream colored bunny with blue buttons for eyes, that the children of the nobles tried to rip away from her arms but failed, not because Theresis managed to ward them off as always but of a certain banshee.

Dressed in the finest silks, hair braided lovingly, and carrying the scent of the reeds swaying gently by the stream, there you stand in front of the twins, casting one of your strange spells and sending every person who harassed them running to different directions.

(This is the first time both Theresis and Theresa laughed together in their new home, watching pig’s tail sprout to the noble children that see them unworthy to be there.)

Theresa had offered to mend the rip of your dress after that, and while the older banshees have gently reprimanded you for exploring the great halls of the Royal Court on your own even when you were told to stay put, it was all worth it for you have finally had friends who live outside the Convallis.

For Theresa, you are her first friend.

And for Theresis?

Theresa had a knowing smile on her face when she noticed that her brother, always gloomy for not being allowed to wield a sword just yet back then, always lightens up when they each receive a letter from you.

(Even when you have finally had permission to see the world, your letters will always find a way to reach them, even when they were in the midst of the war that led to Theresis crowning her as the new king, despite the Civilight Eterna having chosen them both.)

“She never wrote a letter of recommendation before.”

It is already late, the halls of the Royal Court are already empty but the streets of the capital are still bustling under the watchful eyes of the twin moons and Theresis can only sighed in resignation when he heard his younger sister laugh at his remark before she replies.

“Didn’t you mention you needed more people in the Military Commission?”

“The letter is unnecessary.”

“Perhaps the mercenary had proven himself a capable soldier.”

It is only after you return from your most recent expedition that the general found out that instead of bringing along his best officers, you and Ascalon went ahead and hired a mercenary.

Not just any mercenary but a rumored pureblooded vampire, the best in the market.

Who would have thought it is also the same vampire you help lead out of the desert during one of your lone explorations? The stranger you held a bitter grudge on for months over a dessert.

Theresis is very close to putting you under house arrest especially when he received news from the accountants that you billed the fees under the Military Commission’s name.

“I will have to see it for myself,” the general answered, and Theresa had known him for so long that he isn’t speaking as the leader of the nation’s military.

Her older brother who claims he is only looking after you because you are too free-spirited for your own good.

(If you are answering to him instead of her, Theresa is sure that her brother would have even accompanied you himself as an excuse to spend time with you, listening to you about your recent discoveries.)

Her older brother who indulges only you when you invite him to dance with the rest of the Sarkaz in the plaza during national holidays.

(“Theresa is already exhausted. Come on, at least try to be approachable,” you always tell him, knowing the rest of the attendees would loosen up if they see their general having fun.)

Her older brother who wears the subtle look of fondness when you show a recent incantation you created.

(Perhaps it is a certain quirk of every banshee to make strange spells for you always find amusement in making Feline ears grow from your unwilling test subjects to making people repeat their words twice when they open one of your journals.)

Is it the pressure of being her right hand man that Theresis contented himself to watch you from the side or perhaps she is looking into it too much? 

Yet, when Her Highness saw the frown on the general’s face as he reread your letter of recommendation for the third time, an idea came to mind.

A rather mischievous one too.

Perhaps a gentle push is all that her older brother needs.

Afterall, aren’t kings supposed to grant the wishes of their subjects?

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Author's Note: Don't worry, Miss Banshee will pay for all her crimes (of making his life hell) soon. See you next chapter! AO3 Ch. 1 / Ch. 2

[fairykingjing]

Supernovas x F Reader- They ask you to join their crew

Summary: Post Wano, Kid, Law, and Luffy ask you to join their crew. It is 3 separate stories, on the shorter side.

Warnings: none

Got some Sanji up next since people seemed to like him!

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You never planned on teaming up with pirates, or going to Wano, or helping to defeat a Yonko, or really any of the events of the past month and a half, but here you were. Standing in the streets of Onigashima, watching the people of Wano celebrate their new shogun. You saw Kid, Luffy, and Law, celebrating with their crews, and thought back to your journey with them. Now that it was all over, you didn’t know where to go. You had no crew of your own, nowhere you really belonged. Deciding it best to not make things awkward, you turned to leave quietly, accepting your fate as a loner, when you thought you heard a familiar voice call out to you.

Luffy:

Heyyy! Where are you going? We gotta celebrate!” It was Luffy, stopping you in your tracks.

You froze, unsure what he meant. Surely he didn’t mean for you to celebrate with them?

“Don’t just stand there!” He exclaimed. “C’mon!”

He stretched his arm out and grabbed you, pulling you back into the mix. A drink was put in your hand, by who you couldn’t say, and the party carried on.

“You should join my crew!” Luffy exclaimed between bites of meat. “You really kicked ass with us!”

“Surely you don’t mean that?” You gasped. “I’m a nobody. You don’t want me…”

Luffy stopped eating and got a serious look on his face. “Don’t say that. You’re my friend! Of course I want you on my crew!”

You looked to the rest of the crew, who were all nodding in approval.

“Once he’s decided you’re on the crew, that’s it,” Usopp shrugged. “You might as well give in.”

“Please come with us!” Chopper begged. “You’re so nice and you smell like candy!”

“Ok, ok, fine. I’ll come with you all,” you decided.

“Oh how wonderful! I shall make you your favorite foods, my darling!” Sanji gushed.

You laughed along with their antics. You could get used to this.

Law:

You whipped your head back to see who called you, but it didn’t appear to be anyone. Figures. Why would they want you to stay?

Slipping through the crowd, you made your way to the outskirts of town, not really sure where you were going. It wasn’t until you were just past the city borders that someone else called out to you. This time when you looked, you saw Law chasing after you.

“Where are you going?” He asked sternly.

“I… don’t know yet. Still figuring that out.” You answered nervously.

“Why leave so soon?” He asked.

“Why stay?” You answered coolly.

He didn’t have an answer for a moment, instead looking at you like he was deep in thought.

“You could stay,” he finally replied. “With me. And my crew.”

You were taken aback, certainly not expecting this. “Why?” You whispered.

“I like you,” he said after a pause. “You’re calm and levelheaded, unlike a lot of my crew. I could use someone like you.”

“Do you mean it?” You asked.

“I didn’t follow you to the edge of town for nothing,” he answered.

You thought it over for a minute. Being a pirate, having a home, and friends, it sounded nice.

“Ok,” you decided. “I’ll stay.”

You could have sworn the corners of his mouth turned up into a smile, but it didn’t last long. He led you back to the rest of the group, and they cheered upon seeing your return.

“You came back!” Bepo wailed. “I missed you!”

“I wasn’t even gone an hour,” you explained.

“Still,” he sniffled.

“Don’t worry, I’m here to stay,” you said, and comforted him with a hug. As the rest of the crew rallied around you, you felt a warmth spreading in your chest. You could get used to this.

Kid:

You turned around to see Eustass Kid marching towards you.

“Just where the hell do you think you’re going?” He spat.

“I… um… I don’t know. Somewhere.” You answered.

“So that’s it huh? You kick ass with my crew and now you’re just gonna bounce?” He asked.

“I didn’t know… you wanted me to stay…” you replied softly.

He laughed at that response. “We’re all here celebrating, why wouldn’t you be included? Couldn’t do it without you.”

He led you back to the party and that was that.

Later, as everybody was packing up their ships, you stood idly by and watched.

“Don’t just stand there!” Kid barked. “Help load up the ship, we gotta get going!”

“Why would I-?” You started, but he quickly cut you off.

“I already told you that you’re staying, so hurry up and let’s go.” He interrupted.

“Oh, uh ok. I mean, yes captain?” You stammered.

“Lighten up,” Wire said as he passed by you.

“I’ll try,” you said.

As the ship embarked, you sat around with your new family, laughing and telling stories. Kid wasn’t so bad once you got to know him. You could get used to this.

[crow-winged-wolf]

I need motivation to finish and post my story. So... I'm posting the first "chapter" here, so peeps can criticize (Or go wild over!) my writing lol. Also, don't be surprised if black and white sketchy doodles crop up, a few scenes have stuck in my memory and I want to doodle them. Probably no color, but doodles yes lol. This chapter is called "Dinnertime" in my lineup of chapters, (Not ready to name drop the fic yet) It comes early in the story. The first full chapter that isn't the intro chapter. I truly hope you like it, you can read it below the cut. (Nothing NSFW, but the story as a whole is 18+. This chapter is PG 13 tho lol)

Dinnertime

She came into the dining hall to the sound of Lucanis busy at the kitchenette, Spite apparently over his shoulder and muttering something that was making Lucanis appear frustrated.

“No, stop suggesting that.” Lucanis growled, Rook catching his frustration.

“Spite, stop.” She commanded, the spirit looking up at her and scowling. She cocked an eyebrow at him, but couldn't tell if it helped at all as Spite grumbled something in her direction, but fell silent for the moment.

Lucanis sighed, shaking his head. “Thank you, but he's relentless today.”

“I'm sorry, I tried.”

“It's fine.” He nodded. “Do you need something? It's close to dinner, so I don't suggest eating anything, but if you want some coffee while you wait, I made a fresh batch.” He chuckled, motioning to the steaming coffee pot off to the side. Rook graciously took a mug, sipping at the slightly too hot liquid as she perched herself on the counter behind him.

Whatever Lucanis was cooking made her stomach ache with suddenly discovered hunger, her coffee now unsatisfying in comparison. She decided to strike up a conversation to distract herself from the hunger pains instead of just suffering in silence. “So, what were you and Spite arguing about before?” She asked as she rested her elbows on her knees, crossing her ankles and swinging them idly. It seemed like he wanted to answer her, but thought better of it and shook his head.

“Nothing that concerns you, Rook.” He mumbled.

“You sure?” She chuckled, Lucanis nodding hesitantly. “Okay.” She mumbled. For a Master Assassin, he was extremely transparent around her. “So, that smells amazing and somewhat familiar, what is it?” She asked, staring at the large pot of gently bubbling food. Lucanis hummed as he stepped away from his culinary creation, Rook watching in intrigue.

“I made chicken scampi, since I found out you are very much not a fan of fish.” He turned to find her sitting on the counter, looking rather proud of herself for being in his way. He wanted to be upset, but couldn’t quite summon the anger needed, instead settling her with a raised eyebrow. “It doesn't pair well with coffee, but… I have a few bottles of wine at the ready that work much better.”

Rook stilled, eyes flickering between the dinner simmering on the stove, and him. “You… you didn’t have to do anything special for me.” She stammered, sitting up slightly as he neared her.

“Yes I did.” A smirk pulled at his lips, Rook unable to suppress the smile that was trying to crack her face. She wasn’t used to anyone going out of their way for her when it came to her picky tastes, this was… good different.

“That sounds great, I'll tell the others!” Rook grinned, moving to get off the counter, but halting as he rested his hands on either side of her legs and leaned in close to her, caging her in.

“You’re on my counter.” He mused quietly with a smirk.

Rook smiled back, tipping her head to the side in unsaid defiance.“Well, you’re welcome to remove me, if you want.” Her voice was a low purr, her eyes darkening.

“Maybe I…” He stopped, eyes searching her face, then stepped back. “Sorry,” He breathed, Rook catching his wrists. Not again. He wasn't chickening out again. She pulled him into a hug, sighing over his shoulder.

“I’ll go tell the others dinner is ready.” She said morosely, Lucanis nodding. She waited until he hesitantly pulled away, sliding off of the counter and chancing another glance at him. She was close enough to just steal a kiss right now, but… She gently reached up, placing a hand at his collarbone. Hopefully that was enough for both of them. She saw his arm twitch, as if he wanted to place his hand over hers, but restrained himself. With a curt nod, she headed out of the dining area, Lucanis quietly watching her go.

I smell smoke. Meat charring.

“MIERDA!” Lucanis yelped, grabbing for the pot and stirring it, hoping it wasn’t actually burnt.

When she came back, it was with the majority of their companions, and to the sight of the table set for all of them, two plates in particular catching her eye. The wine glasses were already filled, the plates had food on them, they were side by side, and Lucanis was already sitting at one of them with his hands entwined and supporting his chin over it. He seemed deep in thought, sitting up straight when everyone came in. When Rook went to take a seat across from him, he gave her a disappointed look, glancing at the plate next to him.

Next to him? She circled around the table, pretending to examine the food in the pot before stopping in front of the set place setting. “Is that mine?” She asked gingerly in Antivan, glancing at the others to see if they noticed. He nodded shortly, Rook laughing quietly to herself. She set her hand on his shoulder as she swung her legs over the bench seat one at a time, sitting down and smiling clumsily at him. “Grazie.”

As she dropped her hand from his shoulder, he caught it under the table, leaning into her side. “We need to discuss your Antivan, you speak like an old nonna.” He murmured, his dialect different from hers and taking her a moment to recognize. Up until now, she knew he could speak Antivan, but didn’t know it was a different Antivan.

“Yes, it’s the same Antivan I’ve spoken since I was nine.” She laughed. “You’re the one mispronouncing shit.”

“Are you two gossiping about us in another language?” Harding giggled, looking between the two of them in a mock scolding manner. Both blushed as they shifted away from each other, a few of the others laughing at their reaction.

Dinner went by with fantastic company, and Rook discovering she loved chicken scampi. Lucanis was practically elated to see her devouring it so heartily and returning for seconds, many of their friends mentioning they weren’t used to the tiny Elf eating so much, but Nels didn’t care. This was amazing, and she was very vocal to Lucanis about it every chance she got. Mostly just to see him look embarrassed by the positive attention. She also had an inkling Spite was adding his own commentary too, as he was having difficulty looking at her at times.

When the others had left, she remained to help clean the dishes, Lucanis glancing at her out of the corner of his eye every now and again. “Is something wrong?” She laughed as she carefully dried the dish in her hands with the cloth, setting it on the pile to be put away.

“Curious about you.” He mumbled in Antivan, Rook stiffening.

“About?” She asked in Common, not playing into his game.

He gazed at her proper, a wry smile pulling at his lips. “Where did you learn Antivan? No one speaks like that.”

“Salle. Everyone in Salle speaks like that.” She laughed, Lucanis's brow furrowing. “What? I was a de Riva, this shouldn’t be a surprise to you. We de Riva live in Salle.”

He made a surprised noise in his throat, shaking off the shock and resuming his work on cleaning the dishes. “I forgot you were House de Riva. That makes sense.”

“How did you forget?” She giggled.

“It makes sense why you speak like a Nonna. Viago was your Talon.” He chuckled. “And you did tell me you were a de Riva while in the Ossuary. Unfortunately, I was focused on other things at the time.”

“Ah, yeah, that makes sense.” She nodded. “And I was House de Riva. I'm not as long as I'm exiled.” She murmured, her tone sad and pained. Lucanis noticed, smiling softly at her.

“We don't need to tell anyone, Rook de Riva.”

She laughed at how he rolled the r’s in her name, gazing up at him. “Well, as long as we are saying my name, it's actually Neliel de Riva.” She was partial to Nels, too, but one step at a time.

His smile grew wider, one eyebrow arching at her. “I was wondering. ‘Rook’ was a rather on-the-nose name for a Crow.” He dried his hands, holding one out to her. She took it cautiously, confusion etched across her face. “Lucanis Dellamorte.” He stated.

“I know who you are.” She laughed, even more confused.

“Yes, but did I introduce myself?” His smirk grew wider as Nels laughed louder.

“No you didn't. So Lucanis, and Spite.” She replied.

“And Spite.” He nodded in agreement, returning to washing the dishes.

“Who properly introduced himself by punching you in the face.” She muttered as Lucanis chuckled dryly.

You wouldn't let me. Talk to Rook. Spite grumbled.

“Yes.” He sighed.

“Has he done that recently?”

“No, he's gotten better since our agreement. Which reminds me, I should put a pot on.” He turned to attend to filling a pot with water and situating it on the stove, Nels looking around at the dining space. She remembered when they had first come to this place. Just the four of them. This whole area was dark, dirty, and lifeless. Shortly after Lucanis joined the group, he had it cleaned up and looking warm and inviting again. More chairs for the table, a fire in the hearth, and the pantry cleared out and replenished. She wandered over to the fireplace, turning a chair to face it and sitting down tiredly.

It was a rare moment of calm for her. She wasn't being called away, there were no urgent threats that she needed to attend to, no one was injured or dying. She could just sit and think. He caught the usually upbeat expression fade from her lips, her eyes dulling as the mask slipped and she set her arms on her knees and let her shoulders sag forwards. He knew that look all too well. She was tired. He wanted more than anything to bring her some form of comfort, perhaps tell her she could take the day off or something, but he knew that wasn't possible. The best he could do was gently hold out a mug of coffee to her, wishing to let his fingers start across her hand, her arm, her shoulder in support or comfort when she took it.

Instead, he pulled one of the other chairs over to sit in, close enough to count as company, far enough she was safely out of reach. She thanked him quietly for the coffee, blowing softly on the liquid before taking a sip.

~

Nels sighed forlornly as she crossed the small square, not entirely happy to have left the kitchen, both because it was dark, and because Lucanis was there. But she was exhausted, and falling asleep at the table was going to annoy him. And he would probably insist she use his cot if she was going to sleep, which would make her feel horrible for taking the only thing he could sleep on, even if it appeared painfully uncomfortable.

She winced as she searched for the source of the light. The fact that there was no day night cycle here was jarring. She was tired, but the light suggested it was the middle of the day. She waved tiredly at the Caretaker as he materialized at the base of the gaudy wolf statue, halting a moment later when he spoke.

“You are the only one to not shape your space to your needs.”

“Sorry?”

“No need to apologize, young traveler. Simply place your hand on the door and think about what you want.”

Neliel turned to regard the Caretaker properly. “Just… wish it into existence?”

“Yes.” Her eyes flickered to the dining area, the Caretaker noticing. “He requested repairs to the cooking area, more chairs for the table, and a chandelier. All fulfilled.”

“Ah. Well… thank you.” She mumbled, nodding. That room had been just a room she crashed in when exhausted for the longest time, it was going to be nice to have it feel more familiar. She dragged herself through the Lighthouse, pausing at the top of the hallway to her room, peering down the hall to the infirmary. She let out a short laugh as she drifted down that hall instead, pushing the door open slowly and letting it close behind her as she entered. “Varric? Hey, how are you feeling?”

~

“Neliel.” Spite rasped, the sound the closest to a pleased chirp he could manage.

“Yes, her name is Neliel.” Lucanis mumbled distractedly, trying to focus on his book.

“Nnnnnneliel.”

Lucanis rolled his eyes, glaring at the demon. “Are you going to keep repeating her name now?”

“Rook is easier. Neliel is prettier.” Spite purred, drifting closer to the door and reaching out. He recoiled from the barrier as the rune to keep him in activated, Spite frowning at the shock. Lucanis chuckled, shifting against the stone wall as he tried to pass the noise off as a cough. “You should visit Neliel.”

“No, I’m going to stay here.” He answered in that bored, flat tone again.

“She likes you. Won’t hurt you. Wants to be near you.”

Lucanis peered up from over his book at the demon. “Yes, I know.” He said slowly.

“Want to visit Rook.”

“Not tonight, Spite.”

“Not sleeping! Visit Rook! Neliel!” He advanced on Lucanis, stomping closer, his feet making no sound despite his attempt to be intimidating.

“Not tonight, Spite.” He said more forcefully, putting the book down to glare up at the demon, neither backing down. He might not have been as worried about being punched anymore, but he knew Spite had other ways of hurting him if he truly wanted.

“Not fair.” The demon pouted, crossing his arms and dropping to the ground like a child to sit in front of Lucanis.

“Sorry, Spite. A lot of things aren’t fair.” He mumbled. “We can visit later when everyone is waking up again. Or she might visit us.”

~

Nels was exhausted at this point as she dragged her feet down the hallway, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. Just a quick nap. She just needed to sleep for a few minutes. As she reached the door, she remembered what the Caretaker had said. Just… wish it? She pressed her forehead to the solid wood of the door, placing her palms on the worn surface, and closed her eyes. She wanted to be home. She wanted to be in her room again. The large bay window where her toxic garden grew, her bookshelves of stories and plants, the plush four poster bed with gentle indigo drapings, her sectioned off area for mixing her poisons… She really missed home. Fuck she missed home. She wanted her room in Salle back so bad. She had no idea if her belongings were even there anymore. Her plants were probably dead, her ingredients dried up, her bed repurposed for someone else to sleep in.

She sighed against the wood, opening her eyes slowly, staring at the dark grain in front of her face. She was foolish to think any part of the world would wait for her. That’s not how it worked, ever. She pushed the door open, sighing heavily and stumbling forwards to be met with that low, darkwood shelf, her trinkets littering the surface. As usual. Her eyes travelled up to… wait, was that her bed? The room was much different. In place of a fish tank, a hazy set of arched windows greeted her, a few empty pots littering the surface in front of it. Her bed sat against one wall, the ugly green couch stubbornly still in front of her with a shelf set along its back, but it seemed to fit in with the touches of green throughout the room. The walls were adorned with various Crow and plant related decorations where bookshelves didn’t cover, her new Antivan coffee press proudly displayed on a small cabinet to her right. Her direct left held her wardrobe and a chest for her weapons and weapon care.

What shocked her the most was the two side rooms. Two? One led to a washroom, complete with a tub, the other a small space with plenty of empty vials, decanters, tables, and wax. Makers blood, this was a poison mixing room. The whole place was reminiscent of her old room. She flopped down on the bed, moaning happily into the pillows. This could be her home. This was amazing. “Thank you!” She shouted at the ceiling, grinning wide enough to crack her face. This was what she needed.

[lazarus-afterdark]

(Closed RP)

Lazarus dreamt of blood and smoke, of screams and yelling. This dream was different though, it was before the match. █████████ was adjusting the muzzle he was wearing, the metal digging into his skin which always served to entertain the crowd. He looked at the door towards the back, always left free as a trick for them, to test the loyalty of their fighters. Though of course the good dog that he was, he never once considered it. There was the roaring of a crowd out there. █████████ stood up and took a step forward. He felt a warmth from the door, and for once he chose to open the door.

Lazarus gently stirred, his nose taking in the scent of safe. His arm was slightly sore from something using it as a pillow but he didn't feel it a bother. The cold air prickled against his face, choosing instead to bury his face into the safe warmth in his embrace. He had something to do today but it was an effort to make his brain remember what... Oh right.

Lazarus pressed a soft kiss into the hair he had buried his lips against, his other arm squeezing the waist he had been holding close

Mutt, 's time t' wake up

[reddamselette]

Kevin isn't sure when or how it started.

Or maybe he does know but refuses to acknowledge it.

There’s a number of moments swirling through his head as he thinks about it.

A jump in his heart when his hand covered Neil’s eyes in the beginning, asking for his game. Did it have to be anything other than that? Could there be a way to justify asking someone for their devotion on the court, to dedicate that devotion to him as he pours his heart and soul into the very thing that gives him life? 

The undeniable trust Neil handed over before he left to Evermore. Kevin felt like he’s been holding Neil’s life in his hands since they met. He couldn’t help but think what would’ve happened if Kevin never sought him out in Millport, if Neil heeded his warning to run yet still willing to teach him every night no matter the consequences. Would their paths cross in that other life? Would Kevin recognize Neil, not for who he was hiding, but for everything he’s seen in the other man for as long as he could remember? 

Recognize Neil by his blue eyes. His voice, his quick quips and sharp tongue, his hands and featherlight touches. The cheeky smiles and the dimples on either side of his face.

Then there’s the other thing.

The excitement bubbling in his chest as he came face to face with Andrew for the first time. The potential Kevin had seen and how he wanted to so badly utilize it as he knew inside and out Andrew is worth more than anyone could ever think.

Relief flooding his body when Andrew promised to stand between Kevin and the Moriyamas. To never be hurt, never be taken away again and live a life full of misery in Riko’s shadow.

Patting checks of injuries and late night practices when it was just the two of them like a secret only they ever had.

It’s ridiculous, really. How his mind and his body associates the smell of cigarette smoke to Andrew. The cliché of it all as Kevin compares the sunrise to hazel eyes.

Kevin thinks the irony isn’t lost on him.

How well Andrew and Neil look together like the sunlight against the blue sky or the changing colorful leaves to the fall season. The effortless way they communicate silently with matching armbands, a fire in Neil’s gaze and the slightest twitch of amusement to Andrew’s smileless lips.

Just like day and night.

We’re all born with something missing, so that we can find someone else to complete us, his mother once said so long ago. Kevin still believes it but living tends to carve out holes in everyone and it makes it easy to need more than one person.

He hopes it all goes away.

“You know, I always look for him,” Kevin says quietly, leaning forward with his elbows on his thighs and he rubs his palms together. It’s an ache in his chest he can’t seem to get rid of. A void in his stomach that never goes away—it doesn’t matter what Kevin is stressed over because it’s there. It’s always there. “Even when I pretend I don’t care, I do. I care so much, I don’t know what to do.”

He sighs and peers over his shoulder to look at Thea sitting beside him. Her leg is crossed over the other, a thoughtful expression on her face as she listens. Kevin, though, didn’t come to her for advice but a peace of mind. To get it off his chest so it doesn’t affect his game on court. He’s not entirely sure if there’s anything to say about this.

Kevin can’t let anything go into ruin. He’d rather die than let that happen because he’d lose them both. It’s never one or the other, not when he wants something that’s his and could never be taken away. The scars on his hand and the two on his cheek made sure to engrave all of that into his soul.

“Are we talking about Neil? Or Andrew?” Thea asks and Kevin looks away. His silence answers her question and she places a tentative hand on his forearm. The touch draws his eyes back to her and he wishes he didn’t. He can’t stand that look in her eye. “It’s both, isn’t it? My god, Kevin.”

“I know.”

God, does he know.

Kevin drops his face into his hands.

It is incredibly easy to need someone but the cruelty of that, in which no one ever tells you about, is how excruciating it can be to need and want someone that isn’t yours the way you want them to be.

Kevin can practice and practice and burn himself down to the embers of his soul on the court until his stupid heart can give out but he will never have what he’s wishing for. Not here in this lifetime, not in the society where remaining heterosexual is easier, not when his entire life has been faced with cameras and articles.

Not when there’s countless people watching him at every turn.

In this moment, he finds himself wishing his mother was still alive to soothe him, offer reassurance or advice on how to navigate this issue because he has to be careful and watch what he says before it crumbles before him and he’ll need to start over.

“How did this happen?” Thea asks, carefully pulling Kevin’s hands away from his face before he has the thought to start spiraling in public.

Kevin shrugs helplessly with too many circumstances pounding at the doors of his mind, to allow his heart in and take control of the wheel, to guard the goal of logic and self-destruction. “I don’t know. It was easy to pretend it was nothing, that it is nothing, but I— It has to be nothing, Thea. I can’t have it not be nothing.”

“I can’t tell you what to do, Kevin. You can vent your frustrations. You can drink until you make yourself sick. You can try and fuck your way out of this but I can’t tell you what to do. I know you didn’t come to me for help so why are you asking me to help you?”

“I wasn’t,” Kevin sighs out.

“You implied it. I won’t tell anyone, you know that. And you also know that saying this out loud makes it into a bigger problem that you will need to fix,” Thea says without missing a beat, as harsh as she can but as supportive as she could be. Kevin appreciates the lack of sugar coating, though, she could’ve told him what he wanted to hear and they’d be parting in separate directions.

Kevin can’t talk about this to anyone.

Wymack seemed to pick up on it not that long ago and speaking as a coach—Kevin had to handle it, but speaking as a newly found father—Kevin could confess and request the advice he needs.

But it’s not the same as they’re still navigating the tightrope of their relationship.

It’s something only a mother could understand.

Kevin stands abruptly, brushing off Thea’s hands trying to pull him back and he doesn’t spare her glance. He merely shakes his head and inhales deeply. “I’m aware it’s a bigger fucking problem. It would’ve been easier if it was like what I had with you.”

“Kevin,” Thea scoffs and grips his arm to spin him around and face her. She rises to her feet as well and a frown settles over her face with furrowed brows and a narrowed glare. “Don’t walk away angry. You should’ve known what it would cost you if you got too involved. It might not be like what we had but it’s all the same, isn’t it? Don’t tell me you’re that stupid.”

“Should’ve known,” Kevin echoes and waves his hand around dismissively. “It’s not easy, Thea. I wasn’t in love with you.”

His words startle them both into still and stiff stances. Thea’s lips part and Kevin’s eyes widen.

Oh.

Is that what this feeling is?

The explanation for these dreams he has of them, daydreams and fleeting thoughts of what could be and what couldn’t be. The meaning to play with what if’s and obsessively watch over Andrew or Neil or the two of them when they’re in the same room. Is to love with a traitorous heart to believe the best of them, to act as a stepping stone to their victory and have a hand in crafting their futures because he only wants what’s best for them? Is to admire with wandering eyes tracking each and every mistake they make on court to help them work through it and grind it down into nothing so no one else can ever take advantage of them where they can feel somewhat safe away from what haunts them?

Is to speak with bitten lips as he glances once, then twice, then countless times in wonder of how it’d feel to have taste them on his tongue and swallow the sounds of their voices to always know it and always remember until the end of time?

Yes, he should have known what it would cost him for becoming too involved and too attached but the Foxes weren’t like the Ravens and sometimes, when speaking to Thea, he defaults to that mindset.

Kevin could ignore it before but he could never take those words back no matter how much he prayed and begged a god that would never listen. 

“You idiot,” Thea whispers and pushes at his shoulder harshly. “You idiot.”

“Don’t. Just…don’t.”

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[arttsuka]

You think if a stray cat got in they would pick up Jed and Oct like a baby cat? Cause I do

Yes

Edit: I love how no one noticed (or at least mentioned) that I'd forgotten to color the tip of the cat's tail...

Here it is

[dkettchen]

sewing reddit clears my pores, coding reddit clogs them again