#exploring surface tension

[presswoodterryryan]

The Science of Bubbles: Why Do They Float and Pop? 🧪🔬

By Alice Hey, adventurers! It’s Alice, and today, Ariel, Mr. Fluffernutter, and I are jumping into a bubble—literally! 🫧✨ We were outside blowing bubbles, watching them float and shimmer in the sunlight, when Mr. Fluffernutter suddenly asked, “Why are bubbles always round? And why do they pop so easily?” His eyes were wide with curiosity, and the sparkle of the bubbles reflected in them. Ariel…

[age-of-moonknight]

“The Killing of Moon Knight,” Vengeance of the Moon Knight (Vol. 2/2024), #9.

Writer: Jed MacKay; Penciler and Inker: Devmalya Pramanik; Colorist: Rachelle Rosenberg; Letterer: Cory Petit

[hayatheauthor]

10 Non-Lethal Injuries to Add Pain to Your Writing

New Part: 10 Lethal Injury Ideas

If you need a simple way to make your characters feel pain, here are some ideas: 

1. Sprained Ankle

A common injury that can severely limit mobility. This is useful because your characters will have to experience a mild struggle and adapt their plans to their new lack of mobiliy. Perfect to add tension to a chase scene.

2. Rib Contusion

A painful bruise on the ribs can make breathing difficult, helping you sneak in those ragged wheezes during a fight scene. Could also be used for something sport-related! It's impactful enough to leave a lingering pain but not enough to hinder their overall movement.

3. Concussions

This common brain injury can lead to confusion, dizziness, and mood swings, affecting a character’s judgment heavily. It can also cause mild amnesia.

I enjoy using concussions when you need another character to subtly take over the fight/scene, it's an easy way to switch POVs. You could also use it if you need a 'cute' recovery moment with A and B.

4. Fractured Finger

A broken finger can complicate tasks that require fine motor skills. This would be perfect for characters like artists, writers, etc. Or, a fighter who brushes it off as nothing till they try to throw a punch and are hit with pain.

5. Road Rash

Road rash is an abrasion caused by friction. Aka scraping skin. The raw, painful sting resulting from a fall can be a quick but effective way to add pain to your writing. Tip: it's great if you need a mild injury for a child.

6. Shoulder Dislocation

This injury can be excruciating and often leads to an inability to use one arm, forcing characters to confront their limitations while adding urgency to their situation. Good for torture scenes.

7. Deep Laceration

A deep laceration is a cut that requires stitches. As someone who got stitches as a kid, they really aren't that bad! A 2-3 inch wound (in length) provides just enough pain and blood to add that dramatic flair to your writing while not severely deterring your character.

This is also a great wound to look back on since it often scars. Note: the deeper and wider the cut the worse your character's condition. Don't give them a 5 inch deep gash and call that mild.

8. Burns

Whether from fire, chemicals, or hot surfaces, burns can cause intense suffering and lingering trauma. Like the previous injury, the lasting physical and emotional trauma of a burn is a great wound for characters to look back on.

If you want to explore writing burns, read here.

9. Pulled Muscle

This can create ongoing pain and restrict movement, offering a window to force your character to lean on another. Note: I personally use muscle related injuries when I want to focus more on the pain and sprains to focus on a lack of mobility.

10. Tendonitis

Inflammation of a tendon can cause chronic pain and limit a character's ability to perform tasks they usually take for granted. When exploring tendonitis make sure you research well as this can easily turn into a more severe injury.

This is a quick, brief list of ideas to provide writers inspiration. Since it is a shorter blog, I have not covered the injuries in detail. This is inspiration, not a thorough guide. Happy writing! :)

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[maelancoli]

Writing Intimacy

i often see writers sharing a sentiment of struggling with writing kiss scenes which honestly bleeds into other portrayals of physical intimacy. i see it a lot in modernized styles of writing popularized by the recent trend in publishing to encourage short, choppy sentences and few adverbs, even less descriptive language. this makes intimacy come across awkward, like someone writing a script or clumsy recounting of events rather than a beautiful paragraph of human connection.

or just plane horniness. but hey, horny doesn't have to be mutually exclusive with poetic or sensual.

shallow example: they kissed desperately, tongues swirling and she moaned. it made her feel warm inside.

in depth example: she reached for the other woman slowly and with a small measure of uncertainty. the moment her fingers brushed the sharp, soft jaw of her companion, eliza's hesitance slid away. the first kiss was gentle when she finally closed the distance between them. she pressed her lips lightly to gabriella's in silent exploration. a tender question. gabriella answered by meeting her kiss with a firmer one of her own. eliza felt the woman's fingers curling into her umber hair, fingernails scraping along her scalp. everything inside eliza relaxed and the nervousness uncoiled from her gut. a warm buzz of energy sunk through her flesh down to the very core of her soul. this was right. this was always where she needed to be.

the first complaint i see regards discomfort in writing a kiss, feeling like one is intruding on the characters. the only way to get around this is to practice. anything that makes you uncomfortable in writing is something you should explore. writing is at its best when we are pushing the envelope of our own comfort zones. if it feels cringy, if it feels too intimate, too weird, too intrusive, good. do it anyway! try different styles, practice it, think about which parts of it make you balk the most and then explore that, dissect it and dive into getting comfortable with the portrayal of human connection.

of course the biggest part comes to not knowing what to say other than "they kissed" or, of course, the tried and true "their lips crashed and their tongues battled for dominance" 😐. so this is my best advice: think beyond the mouth. okay, we know their mouths are mashing. but what are their hands doing? are they touching one another's hair? are they scratching or gripping desperately at one another? are they gliding their hands along each other's body or are they wrapping their arms tightly to hold each other close? do they sigh? do they groan? do they relax? do they tense? are they comfortable with each other or giddy and uncertain? is it a relief, or is it bringing more questions? is it building tension or finally breaking it?

get descriptive with the emotions. how is it making the main character/pov holder feel? how are they carrying those emotions in their body? how do they feel the desire in their body? desire is not just felt below the belt. it's in the gut, it's in the chest, it's in the flushing of cheeks, the chills beneath the skin, the goosebumps over the surface of the flesh. everyone has different pleasure zones. a kiss might not always lead desire for overtly sexual touches. a kiss might lead to the desire for an embrace. a kiss might lead to the impulse to bite or lick at other areas. a kiss could awaken desire to be caressed or caress the neck, the shoulder, the back, the arms etc. describe that desire, show those impulses of pleasure and affection.

of course there is the tactile. what does the love interest taste like? what do they smell like? how do they kiss? rough and greedy? slow and sensual? explorative and hesitant? expertly or clumsily? how does it feel to be kissed by them? how does it feel to kiss them?

i.e. examine who these individuals are, what their motives and feelings are within that moment, who they are together, what it looks like when these two individuals come together. a kiss is not about the mouth. it's about opening the door to vulnerability and desire in one's entire body and soul.

[ellipsus-writes]

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[abyssyby]

welded by water

— you take the time to explore the base he offers you as your home, wandering through countless doors. but your favorite will always be the one that leads to him.

ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ: OR SYLUS SWIMMING IN A POOL 😩 sylus’s birthday is in 3 days & i’m unwell ヽ(°〇°)ﾉ he’s gonna be celebrated for the first time and my heart bleeds i love him sm. anyway! this idea was born out of that one ingredient story where he pulls u in the pool I SCREAMED its so romantic & thinking abt sylus in a private pool changed my life 😵‍💫 i hope you enjoy!! ❀-urs

sylus x reader | fluff, romantic tension, smoochie kisses, sylus in a swimming pool hehehe

tw: suggestive touches, very brief description of drowning

You knew the base was big. You barely found your way around to the training room, feeling as if the halls shift and shuffle like an enchanted maze. Usually, Sylus would show you around— lead you by the elbow pushing forward, clasp your hands together to pull you to a secret garden, hike you up his hips and carry you to his bedroom. 

But today you decided exploring would be a good thing. Equipped with Mephisto on your shoulder (a ceasefire between you two today), you walk down the dim crossroads and forks of the building with confidence. 

You’d asked permission before, to walk around and open doors. Sylus merely hummed, lips pressed to your shoulder, saying, “Everything I own is yours.”

You didn’t take that lightly. You refused— tried to— but you knew he was certain. Every word uttered from his lips weighs like a stone in water. You knew, in your heart, he would claim the world and say that all he has conquered is yours to take and use according to your will. 

So here you are, assuming responsibility. Knowing the kingdom where you lay claim. With your phone on the notes app open, you tap tap tap away at directions and take stock of the rooms there are in his— your home.

It’s fun to discover to an extent. Although, when all Mephisto can give you is a head nuzzle and a squawk, you quickly lose interest by the fourth armory. Light fingers trace a line down from the bird’s head to his beak, “Where’s Sylus?” 

Mephisto shakes, his metallic feathers fluttering like real ones except they sound like windchimes— extremely thin iron tendrils clinking against each other like rain. One of your many favorite things about him.

The bird takes off to fulfill your request. This time, he waits for you to keep up. He leads you past an artificial greenhouse, another showcase room displaying his many gem collections, the boxing gym and then…

Mephisto perches himself on the top of the doorway of two double doors. If you’re correct, you should be west of the house. Maybe a wall of the whole structure. Beyond the threshold could be taller windows and maybe the sky. Maybe a telescope. With all the things you’ve seen, an observatory wouldn’t be surprising.

“Bet you three nut-bolts it’s an observatory.” you say and lean your weight into your shoulder against the door. “Though, I never thought him to be interested in astrono…” 

The words fizzle and die on your lips as you’re kissed by a faint blast of moisture and the sound of splashing echoing loud through the hall. Your gaze is drawn upwards at the high ceiling reverberating the sound, and then across the molded crowns of the walls. You follow the pattern, bewildered gaze racing down the curves of the large french windows. The stars— no, the galaxies, splattered like paint onto glass. The moon shines through the glass, and reflects unto the rippling water of the swimming pool. 

The pool where Sylus swam with refined grace. Running through laps with no signs of tiring. Breaking the surface of the water for breath, and then going back under to pop up again on the other end.

You’re too engrossed by the look of it all— how a room with a pool can rival the size of a library, can also feel like an observatory. You file your initial guess as a win at that.

Carefully, you step inside. Almost as if afraid to disrupt the sanctity of it all. But you push forward, into the candle-like glow of the lamps around the pool.

You make your way to the edge, sit cross legged and watch him swim. Up and down. Fast, faster. Silently and then with more force. A faint beeping signals his stop, and he emerges from the water like a god that commands the seas. The moonlight shines on his hair and transforms it into liquid silver melting over his eyes. 

Warm and cool reflect of the wet planes of his body, creating an ethereal illusion glimmering an otherworldly glow. 

And his eyes, so dark and yet brighter than a dying sun, find you. Hold you captive in their focus. Your stomach caves and your chest burns at his perception. 

The little jolt he gets in his chest whenever he finds you staring at him like that never fails to fluster him. What a gift to see you in general, but he cannot deny that he loves when you seek him out. When you emerge from your world and join him in his. When he finds you sitting there, staring, waiting for him. 

He swims from the other edge of the pool towards you. A swan through the water with practiced grace. And when he reaches your dry little island, he pulls himself up by his forearms to greet you. “Done exploring, sweetie?” 

You swallow. Happy he is here, but you often tend to forget how he looks beneath all his designer refinery and comfy, steal-able clothes. Strangled, an “mhm” manages to wriggle its way out your throat. 

“Cat got your tongue?” he smirks, catching the way your pupils scramble down so quickly and clumsily over his body. Beneath his cool exterior, his heart spasms with endearment. “Kitten?” 

And he’s back— love of your life, most annoying man on the planet. Stupid, cocky look dripping along with the droplets of his face as he challenges you. You dig through your pocket and find a coin. 

Swift and easy, you toss it into the pool. It plops and leaves ripples right by his hip. A beat, and then he tilts his head at you in confusion. “Made a wish?” 

“Enriching this pool.” you explain. “It lacks gold, and I’ve always seen you as someone who should be swimming in it.” 

“Is that a compliment?”

“Don’t take it then.” you huff.

He chuckles, turning your upturned nose back towards him with wet fingers, making you scowl. He grins wider, “No, no. it’s just… not enough.”

Your eyes widen. “Oh. I’m sorry, would you like me to throw in a hundred in there?” 

He snorts. “Sweetheart, you can do better than that.”

“Your black card drowns then.”

He laughs, whole and soulful. And it echoes through the hall as this beautiful symphony. “None of that is enough to enrich the pool.” 

“Calling yourself broke isn’t as humbling as you think.”

“Darling.”

“What?”

“Hold your nose.” splash! In a single movement, he’s grasped your hand and pulled you into the water. Your arms flail, but his touch never leaves you as he hauls his soaked little dragon li up to the surface.

“Sylus!” you screech, finding his shoulders and pulling yourself flush against him for leverage. You didn’t expect it to be that deep. His arms wrap around you tightly as he chuckles. 

Truly, how delightful is your misery.

“Now it’s enriched.” he says slowly. Glancing down at your downturned lips and your angry brow. A request you recognize and melts you right away.

Your distance makes it easier to curl your fingers on the nape of his neck and tug his lips to yours in a slow, languid kiss. 

You breathe, “How’d you know my wish?”

He grins, pressing one, two, three kisses to your lips in rapid successions. He has no answer, but he lets you know that he wished for it too. 

You’re pulled further into the pool, his movements smooth and unhurried as he kisses you again. A man starved. The first drop of water in the desert. 

You cling tighter, worried when your feet can’t find the ground. But he guides your thigh up and taps the back of your knee so you wrap your legs around his waist. 

“Sweetie.” he murmurs, motions taking pause. He delights in the way you push more, chasing his halted kisses with your soft lips. “Mm, beloved.”

“Yes?” you almost whine, irked by the interruption. Every fiber of his soul frays and blows into the wind at the sound anyway.

“Look.” he says, only because he knows you’ll love it. Gentle fingers wrap around your chin, turning your head towards the length of the pool. With your stillness, the water follows suit, and reveals an endless mirror for the endless sky. 

“Oh,” your lips part, your eyes widen, and you get the urge to cling onto Sylus’s strong shoulders a little more. You press your cheek to his to marvel at the beauty he beholds you.

The flecks of lights dance on the warbling glass you swim in, the lunar touch transmutes the water into silk. The sky is on your body and both are doused in starlight. 

“Beautiful.” you breathe, touching the silver surface carefully, watching the tiniest waves disturb the image. 

“Yes.” he says, but his fingers find your cheek. And his eyes have never left your face, waiting and watching for this reaction exactly. Delighting in the cosmos as well— on your skin, in your eyes. He thinks: Gorgeous. Ethereal. Divine.

All mine. 

You turn to see his drunken gaze at you and smile at the implication of his words. Noses brush and kisses resume. 

“I think this is my favorite room.” you say, but your head is filled with him who holds you in his space.  

His amusement takes form in a laugh, low and suave. “Yeah?” 

You hum. Brush his hair back— bundles of moonlight slipping through your fingers— plant your palms on his chest, and lean your forehead on his. 

His warm hands travel up your back, pushing you impossibly closer to his warmth. Until you’re welded by the sparks of light in the sky. Until you meld together in a warm loving tangle of limbs and breath. He says, “It’s all yours.”

But amongst all the wealth, the treasures and the rooms he chooses to share with you, he is the only one you truly desire. Him, and your soul asks nothing more. 

𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 𓇢𓆸 ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟ

⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆ more sylus thoughts ⋆｡˚ ☁︎ ˚｡⋆｡˚☽˚｡⋆

thank you for reading!

[sanemistar]

kissable lips — katsuki b.

contains ★ katsuki (post timeskip) x fem!reader (no pronouns used), fluff, suggestive (+17 only), making out, nothing too explicit but still, very slight swearing, rivals to lovers, 0.8k+ wc. ﾉ requested for my milestone event.

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tension filled the surrounding air, sounds of racing heartbeats and heavy breathings echoed through the empty room. you were pinned against the wall as katsuki hovered on top of you, sending shivers all over your back the moment it made contact with the cold surface.

his rough hands gripped your neck tightly, stopping you from writhing and squirming underneath him. keeping you in place as his lips continuously smashed against yours. teeth clashing every time you kissed as he hungrily devoured your lips, not stopping for even a moment to let you breathe. he was forcing you to catch up to his very fast pace, which was quite hard at first. but when you matched his pace, everything felt so heavenly.

you felt his hands move from your neck down to your waist, exploring every inch of your skin. you held onto him tightly for dear life. adrenaline rushed through your blood while your arms securely wrapped themselves around his neck as if it was the most natural thing to do, pulling him even closer as your fingertips ran through the locks of his spiky, blond hair. ruffling it until it became even more disheveled than it was.

if you were told earlier that you'd be here passionately making out with not only one of the best pro heroes, but also your very own rival. you'd simply call it a joke and laugh it off. you just couldn't imagine it happening, not even in your wildest dreams. you two hated each other’s guts, and your only goal was to surpass the other.

however, to your surprise, it happened. and you hated to admit it, but it was far better than you would've ever imagined. you couldn't pinpoint the reason why you were enjoying it, but one thing you knew for sure was that you wanted it, dare to say that you wanted even more. it awakened an unknown desire in you that you’d never known of before, or maybe it had been there all along and you hadn’t noticed until then.

at that moment, the only things that filled your head, occupying your mind completely were thoughts of katsuki and how he held you in his arms as he covered you in kisses, his enticing taste that had you craving for more. your train of thoughts was abruptly cut short when he finally pulled away after what had seemed like an eternity.

your half opened, hazy eyes were caught in his gaze, your lips were all red and swollen, head still dizzy and light. your chest rapidly moved up and down, still trying to catch your breath after having such an intense make-out session.

“katsuki..” his name rolled off your lips in a faint, breathless tone.

your body lost composure and you almost fell to the ground due to your knees getting weak and shaky from all that tension and intensity. you leaned on the wall for support, since you had very little to no strength left to stand on your own.

"shit,” his voice was all low and hoarse, his hot breath fanned against your flushed cheeks as your lips were still slightly parted.

“you moron, if you keep callin’ my name like this while makin’ that face, i might go insane.” he groaned, and your face reddened even more at his words as you wondered what kind of face you were making at that moment.

“why did you of all people have to have the most kissable lips?” katsuki mumbled, but it was loud enough for you to hear. a hint of crimson red was seen on his cheeks as his eyebrows furrowed slightly, it was such a rare sight to see. and you took the time to carve it clearly in the back of your mind.

“hmmm…” you hummed sweetly, your hand traced down to his chest as your fingers ran up and down his shirt, leaving delicate touches. you leaned over and whispered softly against his ears.

“my lips aren’t the only kissable parts i have.”

you knew you were being bold there, a little too bold even. but you wanted to tease him as you tried to push him to his limit, wanting to know what would happen if he were to go insane.

“imma ‘bout to shut you up ‘nd make you regret that fuckin’ cocky attitude of yours.” katsuki was determined to shut you up, and you best believe that he did.

𝜗𝜚 taglist: @sylusdoll @ayrastv @hanaeriin @spkyssn @stunies @17020 @kalsplace

[lovelyzzzz777]

AstroRevelations Vol. X – When Mars Enters Your House (synastry edition)💥💘

(The fire someone brings into your world... house by house.)

☄️ Mars in 1st house – This person turns you on or off instantly. You feel seen, maybe even hunted. There’s sexual tension and physical attraction, but they can also feel invasive or too much. They challenge your identity. Sometimes motivating, sometimes exhausting. You either thrive under their fire or burn out.

🔥 Mars in 2nd house – You might feel a strong desire to build something with them… or own them. They activate your values, pleasure, and even jealousy. Sensual and steady chemistry, but watch out for stubbornness, possessiveness or conflicts around money/self-worth.

🧠 Mars in 3rd house – Flirty debates, teasing, verbal tension. They excite your mind, but sometimes it feels like arguing for sport. You might talk for hours — or fight just as long. Great for banter and playfulness, but miscommunication and petty drama can arise too.

🏠 Mars in 4th house – They touch deep emotional buttons. Feels familiar... maybe too familiar. Can trigger family wounds, past anger, or defense mechanisms. But also brings emotional passion and intense protection. Safe or suffocating? That depends on your inner stability.

🎭 Mars in 5th house – This is crush energy. Chemistry is high, everything feels fun, dramatic, and sexy. You might be more daring with them — but watch for ego clashes, jealousy, or power games. If immaturity is involved, things can burn fast and bright... then fizzle.

📋 Mars in 6th house ��� They push you in your daily life: health, habits, work. It might feel helpful, like they want to support you... or like micromanaging. Can spark arguments over small things. But if you're aligned, you become a powerful, productive team.

⚖️ Mars in 7th house – Sexual and relational tension. They reflect parts of yourself you may love or hate. There's chemistry, but also conflict. They might seem competitive, bossy, or like they’re trying to dominate the relationship. Still, it's hard to walk away.

🕯 Mars in 8th house – Deep, magnetic, complicated. This is sexual obsession, emotional chaos, and transformation. Power games are likely. They make you feel vulnerable, alive, exposed. Can heal or destroy depending on how self-aware both are.

✈️ Mars in 9th house – You want to explore life together — intellectually, sexually, spiritually. You might fight over beliefs, but also inspire each other’s growth. There's adventure here. Just be mindful of idealizing or bulldozing each other’s views.

🏆 Mars in 10th house – You notice their ambition, or they challenge yours. Can be a power couple or have intense competition. There’s respect and drive, but also ego battles. You might feel they push you to succeed — or that they’re secretly trying to outshine you.

🤝 Mars in 11th house – Friends, with tension. You might feel like teammates or rivals. Sexual tension often hides under the surface. They energize your social life and long-term goals, but also create friction in group dynamics. It can feel confusing: friends or more?

🌀 Mars in 12th house – You feel drawn to them without logic. They stir subconscious desires, fears, even karmic feelings. The connection is magnetic but can be confusing or unstable. Hidden anger or longing may emerge. Intimacy here is spiritual... or chaotic.

[ellewritesx]

explore me slowly

(part two of the teach me slowly series)

Summary: Firsts aren't always easy. Lucky for you, Harry's got patience— and a plan.

Warnings: early stages of a relationship, age gap, lots of talk about virginity and sex, fingering, brief oral (f!receiving), sexual guilt (it's so common and it's time we start talking about it)

Based on: this ask!

A/N: hi lovelies! sorry this update took foreverrr. i've had a rough week, but i'm back now and working hard on creating new content for you guys :) i'm so happy to see the love i received on part one of this, thank you all sososo much. series tag list is open x

Word Count: 4,319

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You're nervous.

Not the jittery, wide-eyed kind of nervous, but the quiet kind. It simmers just beneath the surface, where your stomach feels light and fluttery, and your thoughts are buzzing too fast to catch.

You're sitting with Harry on his couch, tucked beneath the blanket that always smells like him, like fresh, warm laundry and cedarwood and something a little sweeter underneath. The movie he put on a while ago has turned to static now, background noise, barely audible under the sound of your pulse in your ears.

Your mind keeps drifting back to last Friday night, to that first conversation you and Harry had about your virginity, turning it over in your head, trying to decide what you want.

But now you know.

You pull back a little, tilting your head to look at him properly, and your voice is smaller than you mean it to be when you speak up. ''I think… I want to try something tonight.''

That gets his attention.

His arm, which had been draped along the back of the couch and absentmindedly stroking your shoulder, stills. He turns to face you, scanning your features with those sharp, observant eyes like he's trying to understand everything you're not saying. ''Try something?'' he echoes, but it's not teasing. It's curious. Encouraging.

You nod. Your fingers curl in the hem of your shorts, anchoring yourself. ''I don't know what exactly. I just… I trust you. And I want to explore. Whatever you think is best to start with.''

He stays quiet for a beat, his thumb brushing the side of your thigh under the blanket. ''Are you sure?''

You nod again, firmer this time. ''Yeah. I've been thinking about it a lot. I'm not trying to rush into anything I'm not ready for. And I'm not ready for... everything, but we could do something else, right?''

Harry's expression softens into something tender. You can see it shift, the subtle change in how he's holding himself. The way he sinks a bit deeper into the cushions, like the weight of your blind trust, and his responsibility for it, slowly settles onto his shoulders.

''Okay,'' he says. ''We'll go slow. If you're okay with it, I'd like to understand where you're at. What you're comfortable with. What you like, what you don't like, y'know?''

You inhale deeply, your shoulders relaxing at the sound of his calm voice. You hadn't realized how much tension you'd been holding until now. You hum in response, heart thudding steady in your chest.

Harry's eyes flick to your lips, your eyes, your hands in your lap. He shifts slightly so he's facing you more directly. ''So… when you say you want to try something, what does that look like for you tonight? Is there something you've been curious about?''

You chew your lip. ''I don't know, really. That's the thing. I've never done any of this before, so I don't really know where I'm supposed to start, what I'm supposed to explore. That's why I'm asking you to... I don't know, lead. To tell me what to do.''

''I can do that. Is there anything that's off-limits tonight?'' he asks carefully, his hand moving to rest lightly on your bare knee.

You think about it for a moment, then shake your head. ''I don't want to… you know. Go all the way. Not yet.''

''Okay,'' he smiles, squeezing your knee softly in reassurance. ''What about me touching you? With my hands, or my mouth?''

Your breath catches, heat rushing to your cheeks. The words make you squirm, but you manage to give him a curt nod, forcing a tight-lipped, nervous smile. ''Yeah. I think I'd like to try that.''

He smiles gently, fingers brushing your neck, waiting for any sign of hesitation. When all he sees is curiosity etched onto your features, he dips his head under yours, pressing soft kisses to your neck.

Your heartbeat pounds under your skin as Harry caresses your arms, rubbing them up and down soothingly. You gasp when he sucks lightly on your skin, taking his time getting you in the mood.

''Do you want me to show you what feels good? Or do you want to tell me what to do?'' he murmurs, his lips brushing your collarbone.

You bite your lip, throat dry. ''I… I want you to show me.''

He stands up, then holds out a hand.

''Come here, love.''

You take it, and he tugs you to your feet, pulling a huffed laugh from you. He puts his hands on your waist and begins slowly walking you backward, firm and deliberate, toward his bedroom, not breaking eye contact once. Something about it, the effortless confidence he exudes, the air of nonchalance, makes your breath hitch.

And when your back hits his bedroom door, he pauses. He leans in, foreheads touching, his breath mingling with yours.

''You're sure?'' he whispers.

You nod. ''I'm sure.''

And then he kisses you, deep and passionate, his hand fumbling for the door handle behind you. He chuckles against your lips when he clumsily opens the door, and you both stumble in with a laugh.

Harry's bedroom is dim, the lamp on his bedside table painting the room in a soft yellow. You turn around, taking in his space. It feels intimate. It's simple, minimalistic, but so Harry.

There are sticky notes attached to the small notice board above his desk, filled with hasty scribbles like yoga pushed to 7 this Thursday!!! and pick up mum from the airport!!! and a nonsensical jumble of random words and phrases. Lyrics for new songs, you think.

The door clicks shut behind him and you feel his presence behind you, steady, unfaltering, unlike the beat of your heart. For a second, neither of you speak. You're not sure when the room got so quiet, but your pulse thrums in your ears, the sound of your shallow breathing seeming to mute everything else.

Then his arms slide around your waist from behind, pulling you back into the solid heat of his chest. He dips his head to your height and presses a kiss just behind your ear, then another one to the slope of your neck, and you melt into him by instinct.

His fingers find the hem of your hoodie, his hoodie, technically, the navy one you borrowed weeks ago and never gave back. It still smells faintly like his cologne, the way his clothes always do when he forgets them on your couch. He gathers the fabric, lifting it inch by inch until it bunches beneath your waist, right above your grey shorts.

It had felt a little silly when you put it on after your shower this morning, but his mouth twitches into a smile when he recognizes it, his fingers toying with the material. ''This mine?''

''Yeah. You were outgrowing it anyway,'' you tease, turning around in his hold and playfully squeezing his biceps. He's been frequenting the gym increasingly more often, and it shows. You assume it's his way of blowing off steam now that he's not performing.

''Hm. It does look better on you,'' he grins, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hands trail lower. He gently tugs at the hem, waiting for your approval. ''Can I take this off?''

You hesitate, just a second, but it's enough to make him pause, watching you closely. It's not that you don't trust him, or don't want to, but you can already feel the air on your thighs, your stomach, the dip of your lower back. And the idea of being completely bare under his gaze, no barriers, no fabric, no layers to hide behind, suddenly feels a little too exposed. Too vulnerable.

Your hands catch his quickly, wrapping around his palms, though you know that Harry wouldn't move an inch without your consent.

''I… would it be okay if I kept it on? Just for now?'' you ask, cheeks burning. ''I don't think I'm comfortable being fully naked yet.''

There's not even a beat of silence before he nods, brushing your hair back behind your ear. ''Of course. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. You look beautiful like this, too.''

Your hesitation doesn't frustrate or deter him. Instead, he reaches for the hem of his own shirt, and in one smooth motion, he pulls it up over his head and carelessly tosses it aside.

Your breath catches. He's so close that you can see the faint freckles adorning his collarbone, the gold cross nestled between his pecs, the trail of ink curling down his strong arms.

You reach out before you can second-guess it, fingers brushing across the small tattoos above his heart, the ones you've only ever seen half-hidden beneath his clothes. Your hand grazes the tattoos that trail down the skin of his left shoulder, his bicep, his arm, like a river that meanders delicately through a forest.

He watches you, quiet and confident, as your palm flattens over his chest. His skin is warm under your fingers, smooth and solid and real. You trace one of the swallows across his collarbone, then dip lower, brushing your knuckles down the line of his sternum. The ridges of his abs flex slightly beneath your touch.

''You're so…'' you trail off, suddenly embarrassed by your own awe.

Harry gives you a lopsided smile, like he knows what you mean without needing to hear it. ''Thank you, baby. You can touch me as much as you want,'' he says, voice thick with something more tender than lust. ''Take your time, darlin'. I'm not going anywhere.''

You lean up to kiss him, and when your hands settle around his hips, he presses forward just enough to guide you backward toward the bed. Your knees hit the edge of the mattress and you land with a soft thud. Harry follows, kneeling between your legs, one hand curling around the back of your thigh to pull it around his waist.

You shiver when his knuckles graze the edge of your shorts, and he catches the reaction immediately.

''Still okay?'' he murmurs against your lips.

''Yeah,'' you whisper. ''I just… don't know what I'm doing.''

''You don't have to,'' he insists. The sheets are cool against your skin, grounding, while Harry hovers over you, broad and warm and impossibly gentle and patient. ''That's what tonight's for, yeah? You tell me what feels good. What doesn't. I'll listen.''

His fingers stroke over the outside of your shorts first, featherlight at first, then with a little more pressure. Just enough to let the heat pool low in your belly, your thighs pressing together instinctively at the unfamiliarity of it all. You let out a soft, shaky breath.

He looks up at you, lips curved, eyes kind. ''That feel alright?''

''Mhm.''

''Use your words for me, baby,'' he teases lightly, but there's no pressure. Just playfulness.

You swallow. ''It feels… really good.''

That earns you a kiss, warm and sweet, and this time his hand drifts over your stomach, fingers brushing under the hem of your hoodie. He doesn't try to lift it again, just slips his palm beneath the fabric, splaying it over your skin, stroking your bare side.

His hands don't rush. They just keep tracing the shape of you, mapping the curves and valleys like they're sacred terrain. Then his fingers slide down past your navel, knuckles grazing your skin, brushing the waistband of your shorts.

You draw in a shaky breath.

''Still good?'' he asks, watching you.

You nod. ''Yes. Please.''

He smiles reassuringly and continues his trail down your shorts. His fingers move over the cotton, just the faintest pressure, barely there. But even that is enough to send a jolt through you, hips twitching in surprise when he brushes against your clothed clit.

You're more sensitive than you expected. Everything feels heightened: his breath on your cheek, the press of his fingers through the fabric, the weight of his gaze on your face.

''Feels good?''

You nod, unable to speak.

He strokes over the same spot a little more firmly this time, slow and rhythmic. ''You're already wet,'' he groans, almost like he's in awe. ''I haven't even done anything. Fuck, that's so hot.''

You flush, turning your face into his shoulder, and he chuckles softly. ''You don't have to be shy with me,'' he whispers. ''Nobody's around. It's just you and me, yeah? I've got you.''

You nod bashfully. His hand slips under the waistband of your shorts and slides your panties aside with a gentle tug. For the first time ever, someone else touches you where you've barely explored yourself, the pad of his finger dragging softly through your folds.

You tense instantly, just from the unfamiliarity of it, but he doesn't push. Just keeps it slow, gentle, careful, learning the way your body responds, noting every soft whine and every stutter of breath. It's a different kind of touch than your own. More assured. Confident, but not cocky. He's paying attention to every shift in your body, like your pleasure is a language and he wants to be fluent.

He finds your clit and circles it with the pad of his finger, light and teasing, until your hips lift from the bed with a choked whimper, and his pace quickens. You didn't know it could feel like this. Every nerve is lit up, like your skin is catching fire in the best way.

''Oh,'' you breathe out, your body sinking into the mattress as you sigh contently, the tension in your muscles melting away.

Harry smiles. ''Yeah?''

You nod, eyes fluttering shut, head thrown back against the pillow.

Harry glances up again, pride flickering in his expression. ''That good?''

''So good,'' you whisper.

He grins, but it's soft, not smug. He eases you further back onto the bed, and you go willingly, your legs falling open around his waist as he crawls down your body, pulling your shorts down with him as he goes, just enough to expose your panties to him.

Then he leans in and presses an open-mouthed kiss to your inner thigh. And another, closer to the edge of your underwear. He hums low in his throat, like the scent of your arousal has undone something in him. His hand is still between your thighs, and he pushes a finger inside, just one for now, testing, studying your reaction, while his thumb keeps stroking your clit to keep you relaxed.

Your breath catches at the stretch. It's not painful, just… new. Unfamiliar. Full.

But it feels good. Better than anything you've ever felt on your own.

Harry leans his cheek against your inner thigh, watching your pussy accomodate to the stretch of his finger with awe etched onto his face. His eyes flick up to your face, searching your expression for any discomfort or pain. ''Too much?''

You shake your head. ''No. Feels… good.''

Then he kisses your thigh again, hooking one of your legs over his shoulder. A shiver runs down your spine when you feel his hot breath against your cunt, and you realize what he's planning.

But when you feel the first swipe of his tongue, it's too much.

You gasp and your hand flies to his hair, not tugging hard, just enough to pull him back. ''Wait. Sorry. That's... a little overwhelming.''

He pulls back instantly, looking up at you with such gentle understanding it nearly makes your heart burst out of your chest. ''Don't apologize. That's totally okay.''

''I don't know why,'' you say, cheeks warm. ''It's just… a lot.''

''It's okay, love. This is all brand new to you,'' he soothes, pressing a kiss to your thigh. ''We can save that for another night, yeah? We have all the time in the world to go slow, baby.''

There's no disappointment in his voice. No pressure. He's just... here. With you. For you. The realization tugs at your heartstrings.

You nod, and he climbs back up your body, propping himself up on one arm, letting you catch your breath as he hovers over you. The warmth between your legs lingers, building slowly as his hand starts to move again, hushed praises falling from his lips.

His touch is focused, fingers slow, right where you need them. This time, you relax into it. Let the tension coil in your belly, growing tighter and tighter with every slow circle of his fingers, every kiss he presses against your shoulder, your jaw, your temple.

Your breathing stutters. Your thighs clench. Your fingers dig into his forearm, making him groan. He curls his finger slightly and your back arches with a sudden, gasping moan.

''Harry, fuck—''

''There she is,'' he breathes. ''There you go, darlin'. That's it. Let go for me. You don't have to think. Just feel. I've got you.''

He keeps the rhythm steady, his thumb circling your clit, his finger curling inside of you. Your thighs tense, your hips stutter, and then your whole body locks up with a choked sound as the pleasure spills over all at once. Your orgasm crashes into you like a wave, sharp and sweet and overwhelming in the best way. Your fingers grip the bedsheets, and you can barely hear yourself moaning his name like a prayer, your breath stuttering out in broken gasps.

Harry's voice is low and tender as he eases you through it. ''That's it, baby. So good. So fucking good. You did so well for me.''

You're shaking while he helps you ride it out, only pulling his hand out of your shorts when you whine quietly in overstimulation, your chest heaving. His attention shifts to you immediately, cradling your face in his palm, brushing sweaty hair from your temple.

''You okay?''

''Yeah. Just…'' you swallow, blinking up at him, dazed. ''I think… I think that was my first real orgasm, Harry.''

He stills, his mouth curving into a slow smile. ''Yeah?'' he says, and he sounds so proud you could cry. ''That was your first?''

You nod again, cheeks hot. ''I thought I'd already had one, but it's never felt like that before. Not even close.''

He leans in to kiss you, cradling your cheek like you're the most precious thing he's ever laid his hands on. ''Fuck, baby. Thank you for letting me be the first. That means more than you know.''

He rolls over and plops down on the mattress with a content sigh, one arm falling over his eyes. You rest your head on his heaving chest, heart still pounding, and his other arm instantly wraps around you, his fingers tracing lazy circles on your back.

Your body feels weightless, boneless, like you've melted into the sheets completely. The air around you is warm and still, the silence only broken by Harry's pants beside you.

The hem of his hoodie is still bunched around your thighs, and you're vaguely aware of the dampness between your legs and the faint throb in your muscles. It doesn't hurt, it just lingers, like your body is still catching up to the memory of being touched.

Harry presses a kiss to your temple, then leans up on one elbow, brushing your hair back gently.

''Stay here,'' he whispers. ''Gonna get you some water and a towel to clean you up, alright? I'll be right back, promise.''

You nod, dazed. His voice is so soft. So safe.

A few minutes pass while he moves around the room. You hear the faucet turn on in the bathroom, the clink of a glass against porcelain, the shuffle of his feet across the floorboards.

Everything is ordinary. Normal.

But the longer you lie there, the tighter your chest becomes.

It starts slow. A little whisper in the back of your mind. You did that. You let someone do that to you. You gave it away. It's over.

Your thighs are still damp. You feel the stickiness on your skin and suddenly you can't breathe quite right. Your heartbeat starts to pick up. A sour kind of shame crawls up your throat, thick and hot, choking you before you can swallow it down.

You shift in the bed, curling your legs up to your chest. Your fingers tighten in the sheets, knuckles turning white from your grip.

It was good. He was kind. You wanted it. So why do you feel like this?

The door creaks open again. Harry enters quietly, carrying a glass of water and a warm washcloth. His eyes go to you first, always to you, and the second he sees how you're curled in on yourself, his face tightens, his brows furrowing.

''Hey,'' he calls out gently, setting everything on the nightstand. ''What's wrong?''

You try to speak but your throat closes up. The tears come suddenly, a choked sob leaving your chest. One moment your eyes are just stinging, the next they're spilling over, silent and hot, streaming down your cheeks faster than you can wipe them away.

Harry's at your side in an instant.

''Baby…'' He kneels beside the bed, cupping your face in both hands, eyes scanning yours like he's desperate to read your mind. ''Talk to me. Did I hurt you? Was I too rough?''

You shake your head, but your voice is caught in your chest.

''Do you… do you regret it?'' he asks, and you hear the break in his voice. ''Did I do something wrong?''

''No,'' you whisper, your voice hoarse and cracked. ''No, it's not you. You didn't, Harry. You didn't do anything wrong. You were perfect.''

His brows pinch together, eyes searching, lips parting like he wants to understand so badly, but can't. ''Then what is it? What's hurting you, love? Please talk to me. Tell me so I can fix it.''

You swallow hard, wiping your tears in silent frustration, your voice small and scared. ''I just feel… gross. I feel dirty. I don't know why. I wanted it, and I don't... I don't regret it, but now that it happened I...'' you hiccup a sob. ''I feel so fucking ashamed.''

The words are like acid in your mouth. Saying them aloud makes them more real.

Harry's eyes soften instantly, his whole body folding toward you. He takes a seat next to you on the bed, pulls you into his arms gently. ''Oh, baby,'' he breathes out, cradling you against his chest. ''I'm so sorry, love. I should've realized how you were feeling sooner.''

You press your face into his shoulder, fists curling in the fabric of his sweatpants. ''It's not your fault,'' you whisper. ''I promise. I just… it's me. Something's wrong with me.''

''Nothing's wrong with you,'' he says, kind, but firm. Definitive. ''Nothing. This is so much more common than you think, baby. Especially when it's your first time.''

''Really?'' you ask, timid.

He pulls back slightly to look at you. ''Yeah, love. You can want it, and it can feel amazing, and you can still feel overwhelmed after. It's okay to feel both things at the same time,'' he gives you a pained smile, his thumb brushing a tear from your cheek. ''It's not because you did something bad. Not at all, baby. It's because we're taught to feel shame around sex. Especially women.''

You sniffle, the words loosening something in your chest.

''I just feel like I lost something,'' you say quietly, shame sinking into your bones. ''Something I can't get back. And I know I chose it. I don't regret it, I really don't, but it feels... sinful, almost. Like I should've saved it longer, or done it differently, or just… I don't know.''

Harry kisses your forehead, his lips lingering there. ''You didn't lose anything, darlin'. You shared something. With someone who loves being trusted by you. You didn't lose anything.''

Your eyes blur again at the softness in his voice. ''But it feels so wrong, and I know that doesn't make sense. You were gentle, and I wanted it, I loved it, and I still feel like I did something wrong.''

Harry wraps his arms tighter around you, holding you close like he can protect you from your own insecurities. ''It makes perfect sense,'' he says. ''You're not wrong for feeling this way. You're human. You're taught that virginity is something that gets taken from you. It's not. It's an experience you share, but nothing fundamental changes.''

You bury your face in his neck, your voice muffled. ''But why do I feel so small?''

''Because it was a big step,'' he says simply. ''Because it mattered. You've built this up in your head for so long, and maybe part of you started to think doing this would change you forever. But you're still the same person you were yesterday, baby.''

Your breath shudders and you collapse into him, wrapping your arms tightly around his waist, and he just holds you, rocking you softly and murmuring sweet reassurances and praises into your hair.

Eventually, the tears ease. The ache in your chest dulls. You feel whole again, grounded. And you stay there, in his arms, breathing in the safety of his skin, until the world feels quiet again.

Harry kisses your hair and whispers, ''Wanna try that water now?''

You sniffle and nod, still tucked against him. ''Yeah. Thank you.''

He reaches for the glass and hands it to you, his fingers brushing yours. You bring it up to your lips and gratefully take a few sips before handing it back to him with a shaky smile.

''You okay to stay here with me tonight?'' he asks as he puts the glass back on his nightstand.

You nod again, taking in a shuddering breath. ''Please.''

He helps you under the covers and slips in beside you. You curl into his chest and he strokes your hair like it's second nature. Like holding you is something he was made to do.

''I think I'm in love with you.''

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Sick As A Dog—Chapter 2

Summary: You’re a dog walker. When your favorite clients notice you’re not feeling well, they insist on taking care of you.

Chapter: 2/? In which the healing properties of bubble baths and movie nights are intimately explored!

Warnings: Mostly still fluff and sick!fic hurt/comfort with a couple moments of explicit sexual tension and mutual longing thrown in. Also some allusions to parental loss, family drama, runaway experiences. Reader struggles with accepting help, relying on others.

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Natasha placed her hand at the small of your back, guiding you into the bathroom. Immediately the bright, invigorating smell of eucalyptus and citrus filled your lungs. Tendrils of steam curled up from the hot bath she’d drawn, the humidity soothing your scratchy throat. Even your headache seemed to diminish slightly.

Natasha turned and busied herself at a linen drawer near the sink, retrieving a fresh wash cloth and towel. You eyed the massive freestanding tub longingly. The other woman had already added a generous amount of soap, and there was a thick layer of bubbles. You quickly shimmied out of your bra and boxers, then slipped into the water. The relief was instant, overwhelming.

“Fuck me,” you moaned, sinking down into the warmth.

Natasha dropped the washcloth she was holding, her mouth going dry at the raw, wrecked sound of your voice.

“Uh, I should call ‘Lena,” she stammered, backpedaling away from the sink with none of her usual catlike grace. “Let her know you’re here.”

“Kay,” you said, eyelids heavy. You didn’t notice the pink tint in her cheeks, the way she hurried out of the bathroom. The only thing you cared about was the awful chill in your bones retreating inch by inch, your tense muscles relaxing.

Natasha stepped out into the bedroom and ran a hand over her flushed face. Get it together, Romanoff.

She had just dialed Yelena when Wanda walked in. She was holding a bottle of Tylenol and a glass of ice water. Her dark eyes scanned the room instantly, looking for you.

“Where’s our little wolf?”

Nat pointed toward the bathroom.

“Is she behaving?” Wanda asked, kissing her wife on the cheek. Then she lowered her voice, threading a hand through Nat’s hair and tugging softly. “Are you?”

Natasha barely suppressed a groan just as the line stopped ringing. “H-Hey, it’s me! What? I don’t sound weird. You sound weird.”

Nat glared at Wanda, who just laughed and knocked softly on the bathroom door before stepping inside.

She expected to find you lounging in the tub, but you were nowhere to be seen. The surface of the bathwater was still, ominous. She called your name, moving quickly across the room. In an instant, her hands were outstretched, ready to plunge into the water. But then your head resurfaced. You flicked your hair out of your eyes, surprised to see Wanda standing so close.

“What?” You coughed.

A small crown of bubbles adorned your wet hair. Water trailed down your smooth skin in rivulets, gathering between your lips. Your pink tongue darted out, licking the beads away, and Wanda felt her heart flutter at the sight.

“Nothing,” she said, shaking her head slightly.

“You thought I drowned in a bathtub,” you accused, feeling a twinge of exasperation in your foggy brain.

Wanda twisted her mouth to one side, like she was trying not to laugh. “Maybe,” she admitted.

“Y’know,” you said, petulance creeping into your voice. “This ‘little wolf’ managed to survive for the past 24 years without anyone’s help.”

Your headstrong claim was slightly undermined by the mountain of suds around you. A rubber ducky wouldn’t have been out of place. But Wanda kept this particular observation to herself.

“So,” she said instead. “You heard that.”

“I’m delirious, not deaf.” You eyed her curiously. “Why little wolf?”

She knelt beside the tub, leaning against the ceramic edge. “First, take these,” she instructed, depositing a couple of pills into your hand. “They should reduce your fever and help with the ache in your muscles.”

Your eyes widened slightly. “How did you know…”

Wanda just smiled that mysterious smile of hers. You accepted the medicine gratefully and took a drink of cool water.

”I can’t remember how it started exactly,” Wanda murmured. “I suppose it’s because when we first met you…you seemed a bit of a loner.”

You ducked your head, considering this assessment. You tended to keep your guard up around new people. Not unfriendly…just careful.

“Wolves are actually pack animals, you know?” Wanda continued, reaching out to grip your chin, drawing your attention back to her. “They need each other to survive.”

She held your gaze for a long moment. You felt a funny ache in your chest that had nothing to do with your fever. Something warm and tender was rising up, something long dormant. The way Wanda was watching you—so patient, like your trust was something worth waiting for—made your heart flicker with hope, longing.

Before you could think of what to say, Natasha came back in the room. She waggled her cell phone. “Yelena wants to talk to you directly,” she said, perching on the edge of the tub beside her wife. “Claims she needs proof of life.”

Wanda stood up, drying her hands on a towel.

“Dinner will be ready in half an hour,” she announced, ghosting a hand over Natasha’s bicep. “You’re on lifeguard duty.”

Her wife winked at her, then handed you the phone.

“Hello?” You braced for Yelena’s usual tirade.

“So it’s true,” she said. “You’re shacking up with my sisters.”

You rolled your eyes, fighting a blush. “They kidnapped me, alright?”

Yelena laughed. “That’s not what I heard.”

You glared as Yelena recited her sister’s version of events. “I didn’t faint,” you hissed, flicking water at Natasha. “Stop telling people that. I just…lost my balance or something.”

“You don’t remember, because you were unconscious, because you fainted.” Yelena’s flat voice rumbled through the phone speaker, sounding far too smug.

“Whatever,” you sighed. “The point is, I’m fine now. Just waiting for the storm to pass.”

“Do me a favor,” Yelena said, exasperated. “Just let them spoil you for a bit, okay? Enjoy the high thread count and the gourmet food. It’s one of the only real perks to being in this cuckoo crazy family.”

You opened your mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Instead, a silly smile worked its way across your face as you processed her words: being in this family. Something about that phrase felt so good, so right.

“This bubble bath is really nice,” you finally muttered, realizing the silence had stretched on a beat too long.

“Bubble bath?” Yelena repeated. “Are you in the big tub? Come on, Nat never lets me use the big tub!”

You winced, handing the phone back to Natasha. “I may have said too much.”

The older woman held the phone away from her head. “You’re breaking up, ‘Lena! We’ll call you later! Gotta go.”

Nat ended the call and sank down beside the tub, running her fingers through the warm water to check the temp. Then she reached out, playing with a strand of your hair, gently twirling it around her pointer finger.

“Want some help with this?” She asked.

The question caught you off guard. You blinked, slowly, brain catching up to her words.

“Sure,” you said.

Natasha leaned over, grabbing a shampoo bottle and lathering a dollop between her hands.

“Sit up,” she instructed.

You complied, giving her better access. Nat gathered your hair to one side and began massaging the base of your scalp. Your eyes slipped closed and you sighed as her fingers threaded through your hair. Nat swallowed. From this angle, she couldn’t help admiring your broad shoulders. Then she glanced lower, where the swell of your breasts was just visible above the bubbles.

The older woman cleared her throat. She cast around for a conversation starter.

“Where did you grow up?”

You didn’t open your eyes, and for a moment Natasha wondered if you had drifted off. Then finally you answered.

“Middle of nowhere.”

A non-answer. Natasha followed your lead and didn’t press. A few more seconds passed in silence before she tried a different approach.

“What brought you to New York?”

You laughed, a humorless hollow sound that made Natasha’s skin prickle with alarm. “I came here to disappear.”

She stilled, processing your quiet confession. Something about the statement rang piercingly true, and she got the immediate impression that you hadn’t meant to say it at all. Her suspicion was confirmed when your eyes snapped open a second later.

“Sorry,” you said. “Fevers make me talk too much.”

But it was more than that. Something about the warm bath water and Natasha’s patient expression made you feel safe enough to keep talking.

“Don’t apologize,” she said. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want to know.”

You gathered a few bubbles between your hands, playing idly with the suds.

“I watched a lot of movies when I was a kid,” you said. “All the characters were always running off to New York. The place where anything could happen. You could get a fresh start, reinvent yourself. So when I was sixteen I bought a bus ticket and never looked back.“

Natasha’s hand stilled.

“Sixteen? How did your parents feel about that?”

“No idea,” you sighed, eyes slipping shut again. “My mom died when I was born, and my dad...”

Blamed me. Hated me. Couldn’t stand to be in the same room as me. You swallowed, fighting not to be dragged back into memories you had worked so hard to forget. Natasha’s hand slipped down, gripping your shoulders and massaging you gently, like she could sense your turmoil. You groaned in appreciation as she kneaded the tender muscles carefully.

“He wasn’t around a lot,” you finished. Natasha could sense there was more to the story.

“That must have been hard,” she murmured.

“Nahhhhhh.” Your objection elongated into a moan of pleasure as she hit a sensitive spot. “I liked the freedom. No one to answer to.”

Natasha could just picture you at sixteen, arriving in Port Authority with nothing but a duffel bag and a desire to prove everyone wrong. Clearly you were street smart, resourceful. But the city could be a hard, unforgiving place for runaways. She felt a sudden irrational wave of panic for that young girl. Who would notice if she got hurt, got lost along the way?

Natasha shook her head, told herself she was being silly. After all, you were right here. Safe and sound. All grown up. Still, she wished she could somehow reach back in time and protect you.

Natasha rinsed your hair, careful to avoid getting soap in your eyes. Then she started massaging conditioner into your scalp. You leaned into her touch.

“Feels so good.” Your voice was barely more than a whisper. “Thanks, Nat.”

Natasha smiled, still focused on her task but hanging on your every word.

“You’re very welcome,” she said. “Little wolf.”

When your hair was finally clean and detangled, Natasha stood and brought you a towel, a white fluffy robe.

“Dry off,” she said. “I’ll find you some fresh clothes.”

She disappeared into the bedroom as you reluctantly climbed out of the tub. Your skin was soft and warm from the hot water. Almost immediately, you started shivering again. You toweled off quickly and pulled the robe on, luxuriating in the soft fabric.

The late afternoon sky had darkened with even more storm clouds, and the bedroom was bathed in soft amber lamp light when you joined Natasha. You looked around properly for the first time. A king-size mattress dominated the center of the room, but there was also a lounging sofa tucked beneath an enormous bay window on the far wall beside a book case.

It wasn’t until Natasha emerged from the walk-in closet carrying black cashmere joggers and a matching hoodie that it clicked. You weren’t standing in a guest room, as you had originally assumed, but in their bedroom. Where they slept. Where they…

An image suddenly flashed through your mind, of Natasha between Wanda’s legs, worshipping the other woman with her mouth, her fingers, her tongue. Wanda’s head thrown back, face slack with pleasure, auburn hair fanned out across the pillow. You tried to ignore the flare of heat in the pit of your stomach.

“What?” You blinked, realizing Natasha had just said something.

She gave you a worried look.

“I said, you’re a little taller than Wanda, but I think these should work.”

Natasha hung your towel and robe up in the bathroom while you got dressed. The clothes were a perfect fit, extremely soft against your tender skin. Plus, they smelled like Wanda’s perfume. Sandalwood and bergamot.

“Ready?”

Nat wrapped an arm around your waist and guided you downstairs. You would normally have shrugged her off, but as soon as you hit the landing, a wave of exhaustion jackknifed through your body. It was actually a little frightening to feel so weak, and you clung to her arm.

“We should take your temperature,” Nat said, feeling the unnatural heat of your fever still rolling off your back.

“Kay,” you said, leaning against her more heavily with every step. She deposited you carefully in a chair at the dining room table.

“I think there’s a thermometer in the medicine cabinet,” she said. “You’ll be ok for a second?”

You laughed despite the pain in your throat. But the look in her eyes was so sincere you couldn’t bring yourself to tease her. “Yeah, Nat,” you said. “I’ll be ok.”

Natasha narrowed her eyes. She pointed a finger at you. “Don’t go anywhere.”

You leaned forward, closing your tired eyes. “I wound’t make it very far.”

Natasha ducked into the hallway.

“Wands?” She called, rummaging in a closet. “Where’s that thermometer?”

The other woman appeared a few moments later, insinuating herself into the search. “Let me,” she said. “You set the table and serve dinner.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Nat purred, smacking her wife on the ass as she walked away.

Wanda found the thermometer and made a beeline for the dining room. You were hunched on the table, head bowed slightly, eyes pinched together. She frowned, and immediately dimmed the overhead lights.

You blinked, looking up at her gratefully. “Thanks.”

Wanda didn’t say anything, just watched you with those owlish eyes—like she could peer into your soul. She pushed the damp hair off your forehead. You gravitated toward her feather light touch, feeling your stomach flip pleasantly at having her undivided attention.

“Open,” she said.

Your lips parted automatically and she placed the thermometer in your mouth.

“Good girl.”

For a second you stared up at her, dumbstruck by how beautiful she was. The kind of beauty that armies went to war for. The kind of beauty that heroes and gods braved the underworld for. And here she was, absently playing with the baby hairs at the nape of your neck, like she had nothing better to do.

Natasha appeared a few moments later, breaking your feverish reverie. Guilt and shame instantly gathered in your chest. They were married. You had no right to be pining like a puppy dog at their table, looking for scraps of affection.

“Dinner is served,” Nat said with a smile.

A wonderful aroma—salty, savory—drifted into the room with her. The large serving dish in her hands was steaming slightly. She set it down and began ladling the hearty stew into bowls. Then she carved a loaf of bread into slices.

The thermometer beeped and Wanda withdrew it from your mouth. “101.4,” she said with a frown.

Natasha sat down across the table. “I think we should call him.”

You picked up your spoon, stomach growling. “Call who?”

“Careful, sweetheart,” Wanda cautioned as she took the seat directly beside you. “It’s hot.”

You blew on the spoonful of stew dutifully, looking to Wanda for approval. She nodded and you took a bite.

The broth was rich and flavorful with a little undercurrent of spice. You tasted carrots, peas, celery, chicken, and some type of noodle. It instantly soothed your scratchy throat, spreading warmth through your chest.

“Strange?” Wanda asked, tucking into her own food.

Natasha nodded, tearing her bread into pieces and dunking one in her own bowl.

“What’s strange?” You asked in between bites.

Wanda chuckled. “Not a what, a who.”

You furrowed your brow. Sometimes it felt like these women spoke their own secret language.

“I’ll see if he has any availability tomorrow,” Natasha said, reaching for her phone. Before she could send the email, a weather alert illuminated the screen. “Whoa, flash flood warning for lower Manhattan.”

As if on cue, a clap of thunder rolled overhead. “Guess you’re staying here tonight.”

You felt your stomach tighten anxiously.

“No, I should go,” you said, reluctantly pushing back your unfinished bowl of food as your appetite failed. “I’ve taken up enough of your Friday night.”

Wanda leaned back in her chair, taking a sip of wine as she regarded you with a thoughtful gaze. For the first time, it occurred to her that maybe she and Nat had read this whole situation completely wrong. “Do we make you uncomfortable, little wolf?”

Her tone was quiet, curious.

“What?” You nearly choked on your water. “No, of course not! You’ve been so generous, made me feel so….”

Wanted. Loved. Safe. You clasped your hands in your lap, afraid you’d say something you might regret, and you missed the look that passed between Wanda and Nat.

“I just don’t want to overstay my welcome,” you said shakily, trying to reign in your emotions.

Wanda reached out, tracing a finger along your jawline until you raised your head and met her gaze. “That would be impossible,” she said firmly. “Do you understand?”

Her gray, piercing eyes seemed to pin you to the chair. You swallowed, wanting to believe her.

“I don’t understand,” you admitted quietly, because that was the truth. No one had ever offered to take care of you like this, unconditionally. “But I believe you.”

Nat’s lips quirked into a hopeful grin. “So you’ll stay?”

You nodded.

Wanda tucked your hair behind your ear, clearly pleased. “Good,” she said. “Now, do you think you can finish your dinner?“

You glanced at the half-eaten bowl uncertainly. Your hunger had vanished.

“Stomach kinda hurts,” you said. “Sorry.”

Wanda looked torn. On the one hand, she guessed (correctly) that you hadn’t been eating enough lately. But she also didn’t want to pressure you.

“Just a couple more bites,” she encouraged. “You need your strength, milaya.”

When you didn’t move, she picked up your spoon and scooted her chair closer to yours. “For me?”

You couldn’t deny her anything when she asked so sweetly. “You don’t play fair,” you groused.

Wanda laughed. “Is that a yes?”

You nodded, and she brought the first bite to your lips. Letting her feed you should have been humiliating. But pride required energy, and you had precious little of that.

Wanda smiled. Getting to baby someone who was usually so self-reliant was a special privilege, one she didn’t take lightly. Especially considering she didn’t know when you might indulge her like this again.

Natasha watched you both from across the table. There were dozens of things she loved about Wanda. But it was this—her ability to be firm and gentle in the same breath—that always left her speechless. It was like a superpower.

Wanda wiped the corner of your mouth with her finger. You scrunched up your face at Nat, trying to look threatening. “Not a word to Yelena,” you managed hoarsely.

Natasha grinned. “Our secret,” she said. “Scout’s honor.”

When Wanda was satisfied you’d eaten enough, she sat back and sipped the last of her wine. The sound of rain on the roof created a pleasant white noise. Your throat was a little less scratchy and your headache had receded. Maybe the meds had finally kicked in. The delirious fever feeling was still there, making your emotions spike and dip in unpredictable patterns. But with a full belly and a warm bed waiting upstairs, you felt a deep sense of calm and safety descend over you.

Natasha checked her watch.

“It’s still early. Why don’t you two go get comfy on the couch?” She stood up to clear the plates. “I’ll clean the kitchen and then we can…watch a movie?”

Wanda hummed noncommittally, looking at you. “I don’t know,” she hedged. “Someone looks pretty sleepy.”

“Not sleepy,” you insisted. “Wanna watch a movie.”

Natasha could tell you wouldn’t last long, but she wasn’t ready to let you out of her sight. She looked at Wanda. “Please?”

“Only if I get to pick the movie.” Wanda arched a playful eyebrow at her wife.

Natasha rocked back on her heels, considering. “Deal.”

The sofa was big and obscenely comfortable. You sank into the middle section, cushioned by several pillows. Wanda tucked a blanket around you, scolding Oscar when he leapt up and laid across your body protectively.

“He doesn’t know he’s not a lap dog,” she said, shooing him away.

“I don’t mind,” you laughed, scratching his ear.

“I know you don’t mind,” Wanda said. “But he’s not the only one who wants a cuddle.”

“Well in that case,“ you said, heart leaping at the chance to cuddle and be cuddled by Wanda Maximoff. “Get lost, Oscar.”

You gave the dog a gentle shove. He turned and licked your hand once, then moved to the far corner of the sofa and curled up in a ball.

Wanda sat down, pressing her body close against you. She fiddled with the remote, tracing her hand up and down your arm absently. The feeling of her fingertips gave you goosebumps.

“What do you like?” Her words hung in the air, open-ended. She could be talking about movies. Something told you she wasn’t.

“Whatever you like,” you replied instantly. The answer worked for either question.

Wanda’s gaze flickered to you, her smile shifting ever so slightly from fond to flirtatious. “Is that right?”

You nodded, not sure you could formulate words with the full force of her gaze leveled at you. Your faces were just inches apart, so close that you could feel her warm breath on your neck.

She looked away first. It felt like a pause, not an end, to your conversation. Wanda shifted, placing one hand on your upper thigh and giving you a gentle squeeze. You relaxed against her, letting your head fall onto her shoulder.

She scrolled through different movie titles until you saw Dirty Dancing and pointed. “Please? It’s one of my favorites.”

“Excellent choice,” Natasha said, entering the room balancing two mugs of tea and a big bowl of popcorn. “Nobody puts baby in a corner!”

Wanda wrinkled her nose in confusion. “Who is putting babies in corners?”

“Wait,” Nat said, grabbing a handful of popcorn and wedging herself in on the other side of you. Her warmth made you shiver pleasantly. “Have you never seen Dirty Dancing? How did I let this happen?”

Nat lifted the edge of the blanket, pulling it over her own legs as well. “I made you a special tonic, little wolf,” she murmured with a wink. “Honey, lemon, ginger, and a dash of cayenne pepper.”

You curled your fingers around the mug, taking a sip. “Thanks, Nat.”

“Course,” she said. “Now, are you comfortable? Need any extra pillows? Blankets?”

“No,” you laughed, burrowing against her side. “I’ve got the perfect pillow.”

Natasha smiled, settling her arm around your shoulders. She caught her wife’s eyes over your head, blew her a quick kiss. “Perfect Friday night right here.”

Wanda rolled her eyes at the other woman affectionately. “You’re such a softie,” she teased.

“Just press play, woman!” Natasha barked.

You could feel your eyelids drooping before the title credits even finished, but that didn’t bother you. You’d seen Dirty Dancing about a hundred times. The last thing you heard was the rumble of Natasha’s soft laugh as she explained the Borscht Belt to Wanda.

“Yeah, baby, like the soup,” she said.

You fell asleep with a smile still on your lips.

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[revelboo]

I bought this lovely keychain explicitly for my Soundwave themed Jeep at TFCon Orlando and promptly forgot all about it until now. Whoops.

Touch-Starved Headcanons

Megatron x Reader, Wheeljack x Reader, Starscream x Reader, Soundwave x Reader, and others. I just like the idea of big mechs coming undone at a little comfort.

Starscream

• Almost always the one to initiate it. Just absently scooping you up while grousing about his day and slowly feeling his tension ebb as he sits with you. And you in turn, relax into the feel of his warm hands and the gentle slide of a servo between your shoulder blades as you sleepily ask questions because you know he likes it. He’ll never admit how much he enjoys these moments, they soothe a need he can’t quite pin down. You’re not plotting against him. Not a threat. Just you and he needs this more than you know.

Megatron

• It’s been a long time since he’s let his guard down. Mostly because he knows the loyalty of his followers is a tenuous, uneasy thing. They might cheer his name to his face, but they scheme behind his back. And he can’t allow himself to really make friends with any of them. Any weakness will just be exploited. Used to hurt and betray him. You aren’t Cybertronian, though. He’s almost sure Soundwave deliberately leaves you with him, because the other mech knows how much he needs it. Slumping on his throne in those quiet moments when no prying optics are about, he cradles you against his chassis. Sometimes he tells you about Cybertron before the war, but usually he just idly holds you, his spark softening.

Wheeljack

• So busy. This mech forgets to refuel and recharge when he’s working on a new project, obsession consuming him. And he’s always working on something. It takes a bit for you to notice the pattern and realize the big guy isn’t taking care of himself. And that’s not happening. You walk across his desk to put yourself between him and whatever he’s working on, head tipped up as his vocal indicator panels flash at you in question. He might not remember himself, but a gentle request to share a meal is never refused. He carefully offers his hand and carries you to find an energon cube and something for you. Recharge is the same, a soft complaint that you’re cold and a light touch on his servos and sure, he’s picking you up to hold because he knows you like sprawling on him, soaking in his warmth. With how explosive his projects sometimes are, most Autobots avoid him. That you want to be around him? Understand that he’s lonely and needs this without making him ask? It means everything to him.

Soundwave

• What with his cassettes and his abilities, he’s never truly alone. Lonely, though? He drifts through the base, the voices of other Decepticons whispering in the back of his processor. There, but distant. But not you. He finds himself gravitating to wherever you are, the strange, chaos of your mind so fascinating. You calm whenever he picks you up, those snarled worries and fears soothed away with a touch of his servos. And his own tension drains away in turn. You give him one voice to anchor to when he’s adrift and in danger of slipping under.

Jazz

• No matter how stressed he is, he keeps that smile in place. It’s part of the mask he wears as a spy-nothing can touch him or put a dent in that perpetual good mood. Even if underneath the surface, he’s so tired of pretending. That exhaustion is always there, trying to drag him under. He can’t let that mask slip, not even around the other Autobots. They need him to be the easy, going spot of sun for the team. With you? His door wings can droop as he toys with your hair or feels your little hands cautiously exploring his much bigger servos. He doesn’t have to pretend that everything is alright. And he needs that so much his spark hurts.

Ratchet

Not much better than Wheeljack about remembering to care for himself. He’s too busy. And while he pushes himself past exhaustion, he’s more likely to take breaks if you’re about. He has no idea how long he’s been in surgery, hands a blur, but as he washes the energon off, he sees you. On the counter, back against the wall sound asleep. And then he’s picking you up, venting when you curl into him with a sleepy sound, smiling as he fusses at you. Humans need sleep. And have you eaten? He’s one to talk, but you’ve invoked caretaker mode now. You protest without any real heat and press your face against his palm and he just freezes before carrying you to his quarters to rest. Because you need him and he doesn’t want to put you back down on that cold counter as you cling to his servos. He can’t.

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The Science of Bubbles: Why Do They Float and Pop? 🧪🔬

By Alice Hey, adventurers! It’s Alice, and today, Ariel, Mr. Fluffernutter, and I are jumping into a bubble—literally! 🫧✨ We were outside blowing bubbles, watching them float and shimmer in the sunlight, when Mr. Fluffernutter suddenly asked, “Why are bubbles always round? And why do they pop so easily?” His eyes were wide with curiosity, and the sparkle of the bubbles reflected in them. Ariel…

[hyunjincanraptoo]

NSFW Alphabet- H.HJ

Happy 400+ of us!!! Tysm, guys 💜 This was suggested by @strykdsstanot8 . I'm so sorry it took so so long, I got stuck in a few letters for over a month. SFW version will come in the future.

Word count: 2.1k

Warnings: well, guys the title speaks for itself... 😁

Alexa, play Brooklyn Baby by Lana Del Rey

A – Afternoon quickie

In the middle of a busy afternoon, you steal a few precious moments together. He quickly stops by your house after lunch and soon, clothes are quickly discarded as you press against each other, desperate for the release only your bodies can give. The rush of needing each other but knowing there’s little time turns the quick, frantic encounter into something even more intense. You lose yourself in the heat of the moment, everything else fading away.

B – Begging softly after a fight

After an emotional argument, you're both raw and vulnerable. The anger fades as you close the distance between you. The tension is palpable, and soft, breathless begging slips from your lips as he thrusts deeper, hitting that sweet spot of yours. Your bodies move together, trying to fix the hurt with the love act. The fight may have torn you both apart, but the way you give into each other puts you back together.

C – Counter sex

The kitchen counter becomes your stage, your bodies colliding with desperate urgency. He pushes you back, lifting you on the edge as your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. There’s no filter, just raw need. The hard surface beneath you both adds to the pleasure, every thrust sending you both spiraling closer to the edge. The heat of the kitchen and the wildness of the moment make it impossible to stop.

D – Dry humping during a lazy morning cuddle session

The peaceful quiet of a lazy morning is shattered by the sudden need to feel each other. As you sit on his lap, cuddling, the slow grinding of your bodies begins. There's no need for words, just the primal urge to get closer. The friction builds, causing your bodies to move against one another in a rhythm that feels almost accidental but so incredibly intentional. The slow heat of morning and your closeness makes the moment so tender yet charged with desire.

E – Exploring each other in the shower

The steam from the shower fogs the glass as your hands roam, exploring each other like you’re discovering new terrain. The water cascades over your bodies, mixing with the heat of your touch. Your fingers trace every inch, each soft kiss feeling like a promise, and every caress is a new way of showing affection. The intimacy of being naked, vulnerable, and wet heightens everything as you both learn each other's body in this intimate, steamy moment.

F – Fingers tangled in hair during oral sex

The world fades away as you have your mouth wrapped around Hyunjin’s length, his fingers tangling in your hair, guiding your every move. Each stroke is slow, calculated, and filled with desire. The control he has, gently guiding you, only adds to the intensity. You feel his grip tighten as he presses you closer, your nose almost brushing his hips. His moans of pleasure urge you to continue, pushing you to take him even more.

G – Gripping the bed sheets while moaning his name

The pressure of Hyunjin's body against yours is overwhelming, and as the pleasure builds, you clutch the sheets with your knuckles turning white, unable to hold back the moans that escape your lips. Every movement, every thrust, has you closer to the edge, and the way his name slips from your mouth is both desperate and loving. The intensity of the moment, the connection between you both, is everything as you lose yourself in each other.

H – Hand under the table during a quiet dinner

You’re seated across from each other, the quiet murmur of the restaurant surrounding you, but the real tension is under the table. His hand slides slowly up your leg, fingers grazing the sensitive skin as you try to maintain some composure. Every inch he move closer to your core has you holding your breath, the thrill of being in public and yet sharing this secret moment makes the dinner ends earlier.

I – “I need you”

It slips out in a shaky breath, barely more than a whisper. Hyunjin's voice trembles, hands clutching at you like you're the only thing keeping him sane There's something desperate in the way he says it, like his entire body is unraveling just from wanting you. The words hit deeper than any moan, more intimate than any touch. It’s not just about lust— it's vulnerability and desire tangled in a single plea.

J – Just one more round

Exhaustion lingers between you two, but neither of you can stop. You’re both breathless, yet craving each other’s touch again. One more round, one more time to feel the warmth of his body pressed against yours. The exhaustion only heightens the intensity as you push each other to the edge once more.

K – Knees up, baby

Your back hits the mattress and Hyunjin is already on you, lifting your knees up with a firm grip and a hungry gaze. The new angle makes everything feel deeper, each thrust hitting just right. Your legs wrap tighter around him instinctively, pulling him in as he moves with purpose. The way he whispers, “Just like that, baby”, against your neck sends a thrill straight through you, leaving your body trembling.

L – Licking Nutella from his body

You trail your finger down his stomach, scooping a generous swipe of Nutella and smearing it across his skin right above his waistband. He gasps when your tongue meets his skin, savoring both the taste and the way his muscles tense beneath you. “You missed a spot", he teases breathlessly, but his voice catches when your lips wrap around that exact place. It’s sticky, sweet, and sinfully slow, the kind of mess neither of you wants to clean up properly. At least not with napkins.

M – Marking each other

The intensity of your connection is evident in the way you mark each other. Hands, lips, and teeth leave their traces all over, claiming each other in the most physical way possible. The hickeys on your neck are a visible sign of his possession, the scratches on his back, a reminder of your passion. You both wear the marks proudly as an evidence of your heated love.

N – Nudes sent with flirty captions

Flirty messages and nudes exchanged over text bring a rush of anticipation to the day. With each photo, the captions get a little bolder, the desire more obvious. Every image feels like a promise— something to look forward to. The mix of playful texts and tempting pictures only makes the wait harder, leaving you both restless. And when you finally see each other again, it’s impossible to hold back.

O – On top of the washing machine

The hum of the washing machine beneath you matches the rhythm of your bodies, every vibration making each movement feel deeper, sharper. Your hands grips on his shoulders, back arching as the cool metal contrasts with the heat of his skin. The cycle grows more intense, just like you, until the pleasure blurs with the motion, leaving you breathless and undone with every pulse and thrust.

P – Panties pulled to the side

There’s no time. One hand grabs your thigh, the other yanks your panties to the side with a quick swipe. You're already soaked, and he is groaning at the sight. There's no teasing, no hesitation. Just the heat of his body pressing against yours and the desperate push of his hips, burying himself deep with a breathless curse. It’s raw and filthy and everything you’ve been needing.

Q – "Quiet or I'll stop"

Hyunjin's hand covers your mouth, breath warmly against your ear as he whispers, “Changbin is in the room next door... Quiet or I’ll stop”. The warning sends a jolt straight through you, making it even harder to obey. Every thrust after that is meant to test you, to tease you into breaking the rule. Your moans are muffled, your body twitching under the restraint, and all you can do is cling to him and try not to give in to the urge to cry out.

R – Roleplay

“What’s your name again, officer?”, you tease, as he pushes you up against the wall with a serious glare. “Don’t play with me, doll”, he murmurs, already slipping into character, hands roaming places he definitely shouldn’t if this were real. The roleplay blurs into something hotter than either of you expected, laughter dissolving into low moans, the game becoming just another excuse to lose yourselves in each other completely.

S – Safe word

Your wrists are pinned, breath ragged, Hyun's voice low and rough against your ear: “Say the word if it’s too much". The way he hovers just at the edge of control sends a shiver through you. Every thrust, every command, every rough grip is layered with trust, and that makes the tension electric. You don’t want to use it, not yet. But knowing you can, makes every moment feel even more intimate.

T – Throat fucked deeply

Your hands grip his thighs as he guides your head down. His hips snap forward, forcing himself deeper, groaning as you take every inch. Tears roll from the corners of your eyes, but the way he moans your name makes it worth it. The wet sounds, the heat, the loss of control— it’s all dizzying. You gag softly, but you don’t stop. You want all of him, and Hyunjin knows it.

U – Using toys together for the first time

There’s hesitation at first. Nervous laughter, shy glances… but the curiosity wins. You explore together, learning new ways to pleasure each other, discovering new reactions with each click of a button or a vibration. It’s a shared experience of trust and arousal, the kind of intimacy that brings both of you closer in every sense.

V – Veins

Your eyes follow the lines of his body, those thick veins pulsing in his arms, hands and neck. You grip his forearms as he thrusts into you, watching the veins swell and tighten with each movement. You trail your tongue over the ones on his neck, feeling the heat of his pulse beneath your lips as he moves rougher into you. The way his muscles tighten beneath your touch only fuels the fire between the two of you.

W – Watching you touch yourself

Hyunjin leans against the doorway, arms crossed, watching silently as you slowly slip your hand lower. There’s a softness in his gaze, but the heat is unmistakable. Your back arches slightly, cheeks flushed, and he lets out a low breath. “That’s it… show me how much you need it, baby". You keep your eyes on him the entire time, and the tension in the air is thick, until neither of you can take it anymore.

X – X-rated voicemails

You press record, your voice husky and breathless while Hyunjin is in the company. You tell him everything you’re thinking, every dirty thing you want to do with him or what you’re doing while he listens. You describe it in vivid detail, your voice cracking when your own pleasure overtakes you. Later at the dorm, he plays it on loop, again and again, unable to resist the way you sound when you’re craving for him.

Y- "You want me to come inside?"

He's holding you still, buried deep, voice low and cocky in your ear: “You want me to come inside?” The rhythm doesn’t stop, if anything, it gets messier like he already know your answer. Your nails dig into his back, moans turning frantic, and the way you clench around him gives it all away. He chuckles darkly, breathing hot on your skin, “Say it, baby… beg for it".

Z – Zipping up fast as someone knocks

Your heart is still racing as you rushe to get dressed, giggling breathlessly while pulling your clothes back on. This is one of the disadvantages of doing it in public. His touch still lingers on your skin as you fumble with buttons and zippers, trying to hide what you were just doing moments ago. The knock on the door echoes again, but all you can think about is the way he looks at you— flushed, hungry, and not satisfied yet. He takes your hand and yanks you out of the bathroom, leaving Minho frozen in place, jaw practically touching the floor.

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[erosiism]

𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 | yandere! prince x male! reader | NSFW

pairing: horny! prince x oblivious! male reader

CONTAINS:

blowjob

overstimulation

bathtub sex

dick riding (literally)

nipple play

fingering

sorry i think im turning into a nsfw tumblr page with a sprinkle of gore, fluff and angst lol might contain small tiny discrepancies as i edited it from third person to second person. | taken from my fic on wattpad called possession thank you for 1k followers on tumblr! please comment, reblog, and like if you enjoyed this

The situation you had gotten yourself in was rather dire.

For the longest period of time, you had been unaware of your best friend’s feelings — the crown prince — and just how strong his affections were towards you.

And that included not knowing how horny Isidor — your best friend — was. 

And now that both of your feelings were out in the open, that meant that the air was practically suffocating with sexual tension.

You sat across him on the bed, jumbling up your words as you tried to tackle this nefarious topic.

"I—" You faltered. "What I mean to say is, I know you're sexually aroused. You've made that clear..." you trailed off, voice small. "And I know you're being very patient with me."

"Yes, Y/n." Isidor said slowly, "...what are you trying to say?"

Why is he making me say it? you thought with frustration, just—!

You reeled the prince in for a kiss, cupping the prince’s cheek and pouring all the things you couldn't figure out how to say at that moment in that kiss. Then when both your lips were both red and swollen (they already were, from all the initial kisses), you looked at Isidor with a meaningful glance.

Realization flashed through Isidor's eyes. It was followed by a smoldering glint that signaled his lust.

Encouraged by his reaction — you struggled on, "you don't have to wait. You don't have to be patient."

Isidor was painfully hard by then, his cock throbbing and pulsing as blood rushed up to its surface. 

"Y/n," Isidor murmured in a strangled voice, "say it. You know, I am curious about how sound-proofed our dorm truly is. Let's test it out, shall we?"

"I—"

You had barely gotten the words out before Isidor was crowding you against the walls, tongue licking a stripe up your neck from your open collar. Oh, you tasted godly — Isidor would carve his hips against your own and engrave his initials to your brain — he would make you say his name in a feverish heat. 

Isidor's hands started to slide under our shirt, staring at you with eager eyes. "Say what you want, Y/n — and I shall give."

"I want," you panted, "you to fuck me."

I want you to fuck me.

Following your bold declaration, Isidor's remaining sanity that he prided himself on had dissipated into nothingness. For an extremely long period of time, Isidor had thought he still had remarkable self control, considering that he, up until this point, had not made any significant advances towards you, the man he loved.

But you had now given him explicit permission — had almost begged for it, even. 

Isidor angled himself into a tilt, dragging his lips along your sensitive own. You gasped — and Isidor took this as an opportunity to slide his tongue into the gap of your mouth, plunging right into the heart of your mouth.

And oh, he sure took his time to explore. You found yourself grasping for something to support yourself with, as every single time Isidor would move, your limbs would grow weak.

And soon, when the two of you broke apart, there was an obscene, sliver slick of saliva at the edge of your lips. Sensual, sensitive, and alluring.

"You're sensitive," Isidor whispered, "now this is going to be fun..."

And even that last kiss had careened into something else entirely — into a debauched, obscene mess. At that moment, there was no rhythm to the kiss — there was nothing controlled about your movements. Isidor's grip on your waist was bruising and lacked the tenderness that it usually had.

"You're hard," Isidor said, almost seeming proud — "aren't you, Y/n?"  He reached down to your hard length and squeezed, causing you to release a soft moan, grinding yourself against Isidor.

"Ah—don't —" you swallowed, "Isidor."

Isidor wanted to ruin you. He wanted to mark the skin that seemed to call him in —to lick the skin that was peppered and powdered with pink.  He wanted to stake his claim on your body, to show that you were truly his, and solely his. Only his.

Isidor didn't respond, instead grasping your pants and pulling it down in a deft motion, tossing it to the other side of the room where it lay forgotten. And now you could be seen hard, aching — with your boxers painfully restraining your boner. Isidor licked his lips, the other hand grabbing your shirt and also tossing it away carelessly. Yourbare skin looked like a feast to Isidor: it was unblemished, untouched, and provided as the perfect canvas for Isidor to litter his marks and kisses on. 

"Perhaps we should do something about this," Isidor murmured, one finger reaching to jerk your cock, still clothed beneath your boxers, the other slowly peeling off the last layer of fabric like Isidor was uncovering a prize. "Right, Y/n?"

"Don't tell me you're planning on—" you swallowed back a moan, a hand flying to your mouth as you stifled the lewd sounds slipping from your mouth. "I-Isidor—"

How unfair. Isidor was completely clothed still, while you were already naked and bare for him to see. Isidor pressed his cheek to the head of your cock, his eyes gleaming. His hands had started to wrap around your girth, lips curling into a smirk. And here you were initially worrying about giving head — when as it turned out, Isidor was going to be the one giving it to you. 

Precum was already leaking from the top of your cock, sluggishly dripping down your whole length. You started to writhe, your train of thought forgotten. Your whole body was riled up, all restless energy and pure jittery nerves. Your hands flew up to weave into dark strands of hair as Isidor started to move, bobbing his head to swallow your cock whole. You felt a sudden jolt of pleasure as all you could feel was the slickness, wetness and pure heat of Isidor's mouth enveloping your body, deep-throating him. A wanton moan left your mouth.

"Shhh," Isidor murmured, "I'll make you feel good, darling. You can make those noises when I truly fuck you later."

Isidor was awfully good at giving head, to the extent you started to suspect he had done it before. And it was not before long when your cock started to twitch as you felt your imminent release. Desperately, you tried to pry Isidor's lips from your length, but the prince stayed stubbornly, his eyes traveling towards to meet yours. Your thighs spread further apart, your ass angling upwards, cock jerking in Isidor's mouth, fervently begging for more.

Smug. Isidor looked smug, like he knew he was responsible for your first release.

You watched with mortification as Isidor's Adam apple bobbed, the white liquid sliding down his throat. But your mind was already driven from pleasure and your eyes were glazed, your vision indescribably heavy. You grew slack as low breaths escaped your lips, your chest rising up and down as you looked at Isidor, cheeks reddening.

Why was the fuck — sorry for the crude language — was the crown prince licking his lips?

"You came so fast," Isidor murmured, "perhaps I should have delayed it so you would have the energy to continue on. Perhaps I should have waited so that you would come with my cock inside you. But no matter —  I can think of a lot better ways to make you come again..." Isidor pressed a firm kiss to the base of your neck, straightening his back to be on eye level with you. "Can you continue?"

It was stupid to think how a simple blowjob had rendered you utterly gone. 

I'm not going to last, you thought, I really won't. Because from the looks of it, Isidor had plenty of ideas in mind.

"Not fair," your voice was garbled, "I've already come once and you haven't even taken your clothes off yet."

"Would you like to do the honor?" Isidor tilted his head teasingly, reveling in the feel of your bare skin underneath his fingers, "would you, Y/n?"

You nodded your head weakly. Your hands reached out, trembling, to fumble clumsily with the band of the prince's pants and boxers, slowly pulling it down like Isidor had done earlier. Isidor was impatient — he was already deftly and quickly unbuttoning his own shirt, discarding it into the pile that your clothes had formed. 

And oh, you could see how the prince had been so truly tortured for the past year, in all the moments you had been oblivious to his advances. The tip of his bulbous cock was so swollen and red that you marveled at it — but a strange feeling settled into the pits of your stomach: how were you supposed to fit it in?

"Well," Isidor said in a low voice, "now that the matter of our clothes has been settled..." Slowly yet roughly, Isidor pushed you down to press flush against the bed, using his hands to pin you down and secure you. Your head was now resting on the pillows placed against the bed frame.

There was a brief stretch of silence.

"What are you doing?" You asked feebly, seeing how Isidor seemed to be so transfixed with you, "aren't you going to do something?"

"Admiring you." Isidor breathed out, "seeing how all this —" Isidor's hands gingerly traveled across the expanse of your chest, before resting upon your nipple and twisting it — "is mine now. Seeing how all that I've lusted for...every inch of you is all mine to touch."

"Isidor," you said, your voice cracking. "You're torturing yourself by waiting."

"And don't I know it." Isidor smiled.

"Isidor," you whined, your voice needy as the prince's fingers grazed your other nipple, "just—"

"Starving for it, are you?" Isidor kissed your bud, swirling his tongue around it. There was a sheen of saliva between your hard nipple and Isidor's mouth as he finished sucking it. Isidor moved towards the crook of your neck temporarily, lightly scraping his skin with teeth, just enough for a small mark to blossom as it followed the fangs of his teeth. You let out an unconscious moan, feeling as slight pain started to settle in.

Isidor looked with satisfaction at the mark that now adorned your neck, resuming his earlier actions — your hands twitched, body arching up as Isidor played idly with your nipple, rolling it leisurely between his fingers before pinching the sensitive and red bud. 

A hand stopped you from rolling your hips towards Isidor's hard cock, pressing you further against the bed. Teeth tugged at your earlobe, biting it gently and possessively as light kisses were then bestowed upon your skin. A hopeless and tender groan fell from your lips as Isidor moved down to latch onto your other nipple — the one that had been spared earlier — glancing at you with a starved look.

"You taste so good..." Isidor mumbled, seeming to be lost in whatever pleasure he was experiencing — "ah, I just want to fuck you already."

Isidor was a prince. His language was often flowery and not crude. And yet now obscenities were being spewed from his lips like nothing. It made your chest tingle as you saw the power you held over the prince — as you realized the power the two of you had over each other. 

Oh, you could bring Isidor down to his knees.

Your thighs were spread further apart, Isidor slotting himself right in between them as if he belonged there.

"I'll prepare you," Isidor leaned back as he opened the bedside drawer and took out a bottle of lube, making you immediately ask: how do you have lube so readily available? — to which, Isidor answered: for myself. "I'll prepare you, Y/n."

Ah fuck...you’re so cute. You are so, so cute. I just want to put it in already — I just want to fuck you already, Isidor thought in desperation, I just want you. But for the sake of your bottom half in the future...

Isidor coated his fingers and cock liberally with the slick liquid, his touch hot as he capped the bottle, chucking it to the side. The last vestiges of coherent, calm thoughts were slowly starting to vanish from Isidor's mind — so close. He was so close to feeling your walls squeezing along his hard length, just like he had always envisioned in his dirty dreams —

Heat surged through you, positively blazing as Isidor pressed two fingers relentlessly against your hole. The foreign sensation grounded you — sparks of pleasure tingled down your spine as Isidor wiggled his fingers around, pressing down onto your prostate. It held your impending orgasm at bay — albeit briefly — but you welcomed the feelings, moan after moan leaving your lips, the lewd sound mixing with the filthy sounds echoing around the room.

You hoped fervently that the rooms were advertised like they were — soundproof.

But even with two, you felt so full. It burned, yes, especially when Isidor added a third. 

"Mgh," you moaned, "Isidor—ah, hngh—"

"I've waited, Y/n," Isidor purred, "I deserve to be a little selfish, don't I?"

Isidor was practically scissoring you open, consistently pressing down to the most sensitive spot in your hole — you writhed on those fingers as they plunged in deeper, milking your prostate with precise strokes. And when those fingers left, you felt empty, your walls clenching around nothing. A last finger trailed lightly over your twitching rim, the touch featherlight and gentle, yet as you were already sensitive from your earlier orgasm, you couldn't help but jolt at his touch. 

"You took my fingers so willingly," Isidor cooed, "makes you wonder how you'll take my cock, right?"

"Will you — ah —" you panted, feeling your vision black out for the briefest moment — "Isidor —"

"Are you tired?" One last kiss was pressed onto your lips, chaste, but no less satisfying as the others — "bear with me a little longer."

"Isidor," you whined, giving a petulant moan. You were unsure of what you wanted. No, actually, screw that — you knew exactly what he wanted. You ran your nails along Isidor's back, causing the prince to hiss slightly, "just — just do what you want. Do what you want with me."

"Isn't that inviting?" Isidor's voice held no restraint, as he practically towered over you. "isn't that too inviting, Y/n?"

"Please — mgh,” you were sobbing now, tears streaming down your face. It was not of pain, however — it was due to the pure pleasure and ecstasy thrumming below your skin. 

Isidor wiped away at your tear-smeared cheeks, shushing you softly and thumbing at your waist with sweetness and tenderness. "Oh," Isidor panted, "I promise you it won't hurt. I can't promise you that I'll be gentle, but —"

"Fuck me."

Isidor's head snapped up to meet you, real hunger swirling in his eyes. The nips on your skin veered into bites, and soon Isidor started to line his cock to the rim of your sensitive hole. As the tip prodded your entrance, you found Isidor's arms wrapping around your body, pulling you closer. Isidor grunted slightly as he started to press in slowly, as your body rejoiced at the feel of Isidor's girth entering your body, your walls tightening around it.

"Hah," you panted, "I-Isidor—"

The prince paused, allowing you to accommodate his size. Isidor grabbed your thighs, and in a quick motion, threw your legs over his shoulder, forcing you to lift your hips. And Isidor's grip on your hip stayed.

Trembling, you let out a wanton groan when you felt the tip of Isidor's cock twitch as it brushed against the hot, slick ring of muscle, clearly eager to plunge inside. And you were more than ready to accommodate it — to accommodate the warmth; the demand. A filthy sound echoed yet again around the room as Isidor pushed his cock deeper into you. And you couldn't help but keen as you felt yourself being breached, violent shivers wrecking and coursing through you as Isidor slid in with his entire length in a single thrust.

Slowly but surely, Isidor bottomed out, sinking deeper, splitting you open and punching all the air out of you. You were left gasping, breathing in and out rapidly. Isidor was huge, you thought, left shaking at the stretch, with Isidor all the way in. Your vision turned black for a moment, and you feared you would pass out from overstimulation. But that moment passed, and you were still there. Alive.

Your legs were suspended over Isidor's shoulder, your back upright against the bed frame. And Isidor started off with a slow pace, and slowly set up a steady rhythm that left you gutted every time the prince thrusted back in.

Isidor wrapped his arms around you and pulled you until the two of you were impossibly close, his cock rubbing deep against your insides, causing you to gasp against the skin of Isidor's neck. Briefly, Isidor seemed to catch sight of your reflection in a tiny mirror on the bedside table — and the prince smiled as he grabbed your chin and angled you towards it. 

You flushed.

"Look how pretty you are, Y/n. Look, Y/n. Look at your pretty little face. Look at your eyes...your nose...your lips. Such a cutie just for me, right?"

You could not answer — it felt like you were getting pried open to the point that your brain couldn't register anything.

The pace had started to increase, and Isidor had clearly become greedier with his thrusts turning more vicious and earth-shattering. Each one sent you pushed against the bed frame, and Isidor burrowed his head into your neck, breathing heavily in your ear.

"Haa — You feel so good," Isidor looked almost relieved that all his pent up sexual frustration over the months — the year — had finally been resolved, "oh, Y/n...you  take me so well — aren't you just made for me?"

Compliments and sweet sensibilities continued to roll off Isidor's lips.

"Aren't you just such a pet?" Isidor breathed out shakily, "Aren't you just perfect for me? Fuck —”  You rolled his hips amidst a delicious burn. Something blazed in Isidor — he slammed in deeper than the previous thrust, dragging his length over your prostate.

"My stamina — it's terribly bad," you choked out, spots beginning to swarm around your vision. But still your body continued to move against Isidor's. 

"And yet you're still doing wonderfully." Isidor murmured, pressing a kiss onto your lips. Your lips were bitten raw and almost bloody, but Isidor's lips were slick and hot, and that sent more pleasure tingling down your  spine — "aren't you?"

You seemed to burn. You didn't know just how your body was still holding up — when you would have expected that it would have been gone by now. But you couldn't dwell upon it — soft lips met yours, the movement languorous and easy as Isidor's mouth explored yours.

Isidor's hands moved up to frame your face, shaking a little bit from the emotions coursing through him. He'd wanted this. Had yearned for it for years. And here he was, with his cock in you, watching as pleasure blazed in his beloved's eyes.

Nothing could compare to the feeling of your mouth against his, the way your skin felt underneath his soft caresses, frantic and urgent. Yes — Isidor, though starved, could be gentle, reverent, adoring. The kiss was so soft, tender, and sweet that it made you dizzy.

"Isidor, please — haa, fuck me," you pleaded. You felt the cock inside of you twitch, the sensation almost too much for your tightly wound body. It felt near overwhelming how deep Isidor reached, how thoroughly stretched your ass was around the throbbing erection inside of you.

Isidor's pace was faster now, and his thrusts were going sloppy. You could feel the way Isidor tugged your hair to kiss you wildly and messily unlike the previous soft kisses — and with a low groan of your name, Isidor buried himself to the hilt, spilling himself deep inside of you. Warmth — pure warmth pooled low in your belly, and Isidor's cock pulsed with the last of its release. This was cherished, inviting warmth, and Isidor pressed a firm kiss onto your forehead and shifted his hips back, slipping out. His cock had softened compared to before and yet still —

You felt completely and utterly gone. Boneless. Used.

You could feel Isidor's cum slowly trickling out of your abused hole, but you currently cared very little about sullying yourself or the sheets.

"I'll clean you," Isidor said hoarsely, wrapping you in his arms. "Come here, darling."

Your vision was fading in and out — you were immensely tired, and yet — how horny was Isidor? You would have expected for his appetite to have been whetted after the prince spilled all that in you — after he had relentlessly pounded you — but still, Isidor's stamina had not waned. If anything, the prince was only stopping out of consideration.

You allowed yourself to be carried and to be brought into the bathroom — there were a few wet and sloppy kisses exchanged between the two of you, with Isidor nearly pressing onto you against the table —  but whether it was fortunate or unfortunate, Isidor managed to turn on the tap, run the bath, and enter the bath along with you. There were a few peaceful minutes as you collected your thoughts and feelings, your breaths managing to steady. 

And it was with mirth you realized that just a while ago, the two of you had bathed here, with you utterly oblivious.

And now you weren’t oblivious to the fact that Isidor — he was still horny. It was concerning how a human could hold so much hunger for someone.

...Should I...?

You cupped the prince's cheek, looking at him meaningfully while using your leg to nudge Isidor's erection. Despite how exhausted you were — though those few minutes had saved your lungs, albeit temporarily — you were selfish enough to want the both of you to feel satisfied. You wanted the first time to be equally desirable for both of you. And besides...you did need to train your stamina, didn't you?

"Are you that insatiable?" You asked, tilting your head. Your voice was now rendered hoarse. You felt like you had just gotten the living lights fucked out of you mercilessly — your back was aching, with the countless of times you had nearly been folded against the bed frame — and your nipples and lips were sore, having been bitten.

A heated sensation went right to Isidor's cock.

"You can still fuck me," you murmured, "here."

In normal circumstances, Isidor would have said no. But here you were. pliant, offering him this decision — how could the prince resist?

"You might regret this decision," Isidor warned, starting to move towards you. One hand held the back of your head, so the proceeding thrust would not cause you to topple right over — while the other hand gripped your already bruised hip. It was a rather interesting position, with you straddled over him, Isidor's cock pressed against your stomach.

You smiled gently. "I won't. So you're really that insatiable, I suppose."

With that final affirmation, Isidor lifted your hips slowly, dragging his length over the puffiness of your hole. It was much too ambitious to think about fucking you again but god, Isidor so wanted to. And he would. Isidor would fuck you again, with your

Your hole was slick and wet already from the earlier rounds, and so slipping it in was easy. In fact, so easy — that Isidor started to marvel at just how made for each other you two were — and his gaze dropped down to the evidence of the penetration — the slight bulge in your lower stomach. Your ass was sitting so sweetly and nicely on his cock, your walls squeezed around it. You gave a little moan as you started to adjust yourself.

Isidor's voice came out so wrecked it was almost inaudible — and he answered your question belatedly. "I'm afraid that yes, I am. I am that insatiable."

You were on his lap — you were —

...Riding him, amidst the waters.

The evidence of your previous pleasures was smeared between the two of your bodies, and Isidor languidly rolled once more into you, thrusting into your prostate once more. And all you could do was sit there prettily and gasp as your cock twitched against your abdomen, leaking more fluid onto yourself. 

Your hands tightened around Isidor's neck, pulling him down for another filthy, wet kiss. Endless shivers and tiny spasms wrecked through you as Isidor kept fucking you, with moans and sounds falling all over your kiss-swollen lips. The pleasure in your body started to build once more. Exhaustion riddled your body, and yet your walls continued to clench around Isidor's intrusion, with the prince's fingers digging into your hips, his rhythm faltering for a split second before returning. This time, the thrust was faster and harder. Isidor was practically splitting you open. 

Overstimulated, You felt like you were gone.

Your lips met with his in a mix of saliva and tongue, and you shuddered as Isidor grounded himself further, pushing his way inside until he was impossibly deep in you. The water sloshed around the two of you, and for the briefest moment, you wondered what it would have been like for your entire body to be beneath the water.

Whatever obscene sounds you made were muffled by Isidor's hungry mouth on yours, unrelenting and harsh. You were devoured, ravished, treasured — and you loved every bit of it.

Your stomach swooped as Isidor broke the kiss and started rocking into you faster, the thrusts stronger and deeper now as he took pleasure from your obedient body. With your breathing ragged and uneven, you closed your eyes and let the sensations wash over you. You could feel everything — the way Isidor pressed inside of you, the way Isidor fucked you until guttural cries were forcibly spilled from your mouth. You could feel the unrestrained desire, the pace quickening. There was the steady roll of hips against an addicting burn — Isidor thrusted in and out, his cock sliding into your wet hole continuously. 

"Fuck," Isidor breathed out, "you're so perfect."

Your hole stretched so impossibly wide, taking in the prince deeply. There were a never ending mix of grunts, groans, and moans from the both of you, coupled with aborted renditions of Isidor's name — you were rendered speechless and helpless. 

You could feel the sensation vividly — the warmth spreading through your belly, anchoring you. The searing heat that was diffusing in you, building and building until it threatened to overwhelm you. For what seemed like the thousandth time that day, you felt the imminent sensation of your release. 

Isidor thrusted, harder, pressing his cock as deep into you as it could go. You clenched around Isidor, muscles constricting involuntarily and rippling around the cock fucking you open. A low groan sounded below you, as Isidor's hips stuttered for a brief second before he found his rhythm again. Your body was wet with the water but the slipperiness of it only reduced the friction between Isidor’s and your body — Isidor took your lips in his, ravaging them.

"Fuck," Isidor panted, voice strained from the effort of plowing into you. "You're so cute." The prince could not seem to stop the honeyed praises from falling from his lips.

Another thrust ripped a moan from your throat. Isidor was pounding into you, his motions merciless and relentless. You clawed at his back, your walls tightening as he struggled to accommodate Isidor's size. 

You pushed your hips back down — Isidor's body responded, and he flexed his hips just in time to meet with your downward grind, and that was the last straw. It was enough for you to release once more, and your back arched as you spilled on the thick length lodged right against your prostate, walls quivering. Isidor had come too, and now the both of you were panting, with you seated firmly on the prince's cock. The spilled seed leaked from your puffy and tender hole.

You could feel yourself really about to black out this time round. It was a miracle that you had made it this far — if not for the small break you had had in the bath, you would have collapsed by now. Strong, muscular hands wrapped around your waist, and Isidor was pressing tender kiss after kiss on the marks littered on your skin. It was like the prince was trying to map everything out again. 

Lips rasped against your cheek, and you felt a hand brush your loose hair away from your face. Isidor's voice was low and sweet as he spoke: "Rest well, darling."

And with that, you blacked out, your exhausted body slumping against the cold tiles of the bathroom.

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Masterlist

Lando Norris

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Straight to you

| 1.2k | Summary: Y/N, captivated by photos of her friend Lando Norris at a gala, sends a bold, flirtatious text that shifts their dynamic. Days later, Lando surprises her at her apartment, confessing his feelings and revealing he can't hold back anymore. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Snowed-In Together

| 1.3k | Summary: Y/N and Lando’s road trip to a cabin turns into a bickering match, but after a heartfelt moment, they share a kiss. By the end of the storm, their rivalry has transformed into something more.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The fire between us

| 7.4k | +18 | Summary: Trapped in a Swiss cabin during a snowstorm, Lando and Y/N, who’ve been friends for less than a year, are left alone. As they play strip poker, hidden feelings surface, leading to a playful, intimate night where their connection deepens.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Burning desire

| 3.8k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando's heated confrontation spirals into a fiery mix of anger and desire. Their argument ignites into a passionate kiss, leading to an intense moment of intimacy. Amidst the chaos, they both sense something real between them, though they're uncertain about what it means for their future.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More than enough

| 3.3k | Summary: Y/N feels out of place in Lando’s glamorous world, but he reassures her that he loves her for who she is.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The accidental spark

| 1.1k | Summary: During a snowy Christmas getaway, Y/N and Lando’s constant bickering hides unspoken tension. A heated argument in the snow leads to an accidental kiss, revealing deeper feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The snowfall before the storm

| 2.6k | Summary: Forced to share a bed on a Christmas trip, longtime "enemies" Y/N and Lando wake up cuddled. Lando confesses he’s always wanted her close, and Y/N admits she feels the same, turning years of fake hate into love.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The taste of desire

| 4k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando share a flirtatious, passionate moment while cooking, ending with a kiss and a mutual desire to explore their chemistry.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Christmas Party

| 4.6k | Summary: At a Christmas party hosted by a mutual friend, Lando overhears Y/N confessing her feelings for him to one of her friends. Amused, he teases her until she admits it directly, and to her surprise, Lando confesses that he feels the same way.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unspoken Desires

| 3.1k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N have been dating for a few weeks but haven't been intimate yet. As they're getting ready to go out one night, Lando suddenly confesses his intense desire.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Merry Christmas, I miss you”

| 4.9k | Summary: Y/n and Lando, who broke up two years ago, reconnect during the holiday season. Despite their past, they still have feelings for each other. They spend time together in London, rekindling their bond but agree to take things slow.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Snowstorm Argument

| 1.4k | Summary: Y/N and Lando go to a cabin to reconnect, but his constant phone use for work frustrates her. After a tense argument, Y/N feels ignored. After a heartfelt conversation, Lando promises to make her a priority, and they start to heal their relationship.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Holiday Movie Marathon

| 1.7k | Summary: Y/N attends a spontaneous movie night at Lando’s, where their usual banter deepens into a confession of feelings. Lando reveals he feels the same, and they share a kiss. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unspoken Desires

| 2.8k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N had been friends for some time, having met through mutual friends. Lando had been attracted to Y/N from the moment they met, and his admiration for her only grew over time—particularly for her breasts. He thought no one knew about his fixation, but Y/N had figured it out. Once she realized Lando's obsession, she started wearing more revealing tops whenever she knew they would be in the same place. One night, when they ended up alone, Y/N began teasing Lando with her breasts. It was then that she confessed she knew about his attraction.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 “Merry Christmas, I miss you”

| 4.9k | Summary: Y/n and Lando, who broke up two years ago, reconnect during the holiday season. Despite their past, they still have feelings for each other. They spend time together in London, rekindling their bond but agree to take things slow.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Snowstorm Argument

| 1.4k | Summary: Y/N and Lando go to a cabin to reconnect, but his constant phone use for work frustrates her. After a tense argument, Y/N feels ignored. After a heartfelt conversation, Lando promises to make her a priority, and they start to heal their relationship.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Holiday Movie Marathon

| 1.7k | Summary: Y/N attends a spontaneous movie night at Lando’s, where their usual banter deepens into a confession of feelings. Lando reveals he feels the same, and they share a kiss. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Unspoken Desires

| 2.8k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N had been friends for some time, having met through mutual friends. Lando had been attracted to Y/N from the moment they met, and his admiration for her only grew over time—particularly for her breasts. He thought no one knew about his fixation, but Y/N had figured it out. Once she realized Lando's obsession, she started wearing more revealing tops whenever she knew they would be in the same place. One night, when they ended up alone, Y/N began teasing Lando with her breasts. It was then that she confessed she knew about his attraction.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Unwanted Wingman

| 2.1k | Summary: At a Christmas party, Y/N is encouraged to confess her feelings to Ed, but Lando interrupts, admitting that he likes her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Invitation That Changed Everything

| 4.5k | +18 | Summary: When Y/N spends Christmas at Lando’s family home, a quiet night on the couch takes an unexpected turn. Playful teasing gives way to lingering touches and a kiss that blurs the line between friendship and something deeper.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Secret Santa Gift

| 1.8k | Summary: At a Christmas party, Y/N receives a gift from Lando, her Secret Santa. After realizing his feelings, she meets him in Hyde Park, where Lando confesses his love.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Christmas Crush

| 1.3k | Summary: At Lando’s holiday party, Y/N, overwhelmed by her crush on him, retreats to the kitchen. Max teases her about it, and Lando overhears, confessing that he feels the same.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Number One

| 4.1k | Summary: At a Christmas party, Y/N nervously gives Lando a Secret Santa gift with a very special meaning. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Unexpected Gift

| 1.6k | Summary: Lando surprises Y/N with a very special gift, and she realizes just how much he values their relationship.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Late-Night Snowfall Kiss

| 1.4k | Summary: On a snowy evening, Y/N and Lando share a quiet moment on the balcony, where a tender kiss reveals the depth of their unspoken feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Worthy of You

| 4k | Summary: Lando rented a cabin in France for Christmas but couldn’t enjoy it when Y/N suddenly left. Desperate, he flew back to England, where she admitted overhearing his doubts about being worthy of her. Lando confessed his love, and Y/N revealed she felt the same but feared rejection.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The weight of the spotlight

| 1.5k | Summary: Lando and Y/N go public with their relationship, but media scrutiny overwhelms her. Criticized for not smiling or posing for photos, she finds comfort in Lando’s unwavering support, knowing they can face it together.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Bold Surprise

| 4.6k | +18 | Summary: Y/N has been dating Lando for a month, and despite their undeniable chemistry, they haven't crossed the final line. One evening, Y/N decides to surprise him with a daring gesture—wearing sexy lingerie to show a bold, more confident side of herself. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Christmas Morning

| 3.9k | +18 | Summary: Morning sex with Lando on Christmas morning

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Ultimate Distraction

| 1.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando, a new couple just a month into their relationship, are still exploring the exciting depths of their connection, both emotionally and physically. While visiting Lando’s apartment in Monaco, Y/N finds herself craving his attention late one night as he’s absorbed in a gaming session in the room next to his bedroom. Unable to resist her desire, she decides to surprise him by slipping under his desk.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Under the Stars

| 3.2k | +18 | Summary: After months of pinning after Y/N, Lando finally brings her to Monaco. He takes her on a yacht, where things escalate.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Barcelona Nights

| 3.9k | +18 | Summary: YN gets caught masturbating in the hotel room by Lando.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Tension Between Us

| 4.7k | +18 | Summary: Y/n, shy and reluctant, has been resisting Lando’s advances for months. After accidentally flashing him at a gathering, their tension builds, and Y/n eventually gives in to their chemistry.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Art of Surrender

| 3.1k | +18 | Summary: Y/N, dealing with back pain, reluctantly lets Lando, give her a massage. As his hands work through her tension, an undeniable chemistry builds between them. The massage becomes a turning point, revealing unspoken emotions and desires.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 More Than a Ride Home

| 3.1k | Summary: Y/N and Lando share a close New Year's Eve, leading to a deeper connection and the realization of their feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Caught in the Act

| 2.5k | +18 | Summary: Lando catches Y/N touching herself and moaning his name

ᯓᡣ𐭩 To New Beginnings

| 6.1k | +18 | Summary: Y/n and Lando share a passionate kiss on New Year’s Eve, leading to an intimate connection. Despite her hesitations, Y/n gives in to the growing attraction between them.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tempting Surprises

| 3.2k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/n have been dating for two months and are both in love but haven’t confessed. One Friday, Y/n decides to surprise Lando and finally take their relationship further. She asks him for money, buys sexy lingerie, and models it for him during dinner. As she reveals the final set, the tension between them escalates.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Picture That Changed Everything

| 4.5k | Summary: A drunken mistake intensifies Lando and Y/N's playful dynamic, forcing Y/N to confront her growing feelings. After a Grand Prix win, Lando returns to London, ready to prove his love.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Monaco Experience

| 2.9k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando, newly in a relationship, and Lando finally invites Y/N to Monaco to stay at his apartment.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lando's Obsession

| 3k | +18 | Summary: Lando has an obsession for Y/N's boobs

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Fine Line Between Hate and Desire

| 4.1k | +18 | Summary: Y/N, a journalist covering a charity golf event, clashes with Formula 1 star Lando Norris, whose playful arrogance sparks heated banter. As the day progresses, their tension shifts into undeniable attraction, leaving Y/N torn between resisting his charm and surrendering to the unexpected connection.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Sweet Surprise

| 2.7k | +18 | Summary: Lando finds Y/N's sex toy

ᯓᡣ𐭩 First Time

| 5.3k | +18 | Summary: Lando finds out Y/N is a virgin.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Good Girl

| 5.4k | +18 | Summary: A quiet night in takes an unexpected turn when Y/n decides to spice things up, leading to a heated and intimate encounter that deepens her connection with Lando in ways neither of them anticipated.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Sports Car

| 3.6k | +18 | Summary: Based on Sports Car by Tate Mcrae

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Birthday Sex in Monaco

| 4.2k | +18 | Summary: Y/N's parents take her to Monaco for her birthday. On her second day there, she meets Lando Norris, an F1 driver. Things escalate quickly as the chemistry between them grows.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Kiss Tax

| 2.2k | +18 | Summary: Y/N doesn't like Lando's stubble.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Raw

| 2.3k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N have sex without a condom for the first time. He cums inside her.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Wedding Night

| 4.6k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N shared their first night as husband and wife, their love unfolding in soft, unhurried touches.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Beyond the Finish Line

| 2.6k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N, a professional ski racer, celebrate her first medal victory.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At Her Mercy

| 5.9k | +18 | Summary: For the first time in her relationship with Lando, Y/N takes charge in the bedroom, and Lando becomes submissive.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Safe with Me

| 1.3k | Summary: Lando has a nightmare and Y/N comforts him.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Lost in You

| 3.3k | +18 | Summary: Lando accidentally comes inside Y/N for the first time.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Back to You

| 6.6k | +18 | Summary: Y/N, heartbroken after Lando vanished nine months ago, sees a tabloid photo of him with another woman. Determined for answers, she flies to Monaco. Their confrontation turns heated, months of tension igniting into passion. As anger and desire blur, they realize they still want each other

ᯓᡣ𐭩 At His Mercy

| 6.5k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N try handcuffs and blindfolds in the bedroom.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Between Goodbyes and Forevers

| 2.6k | +18 | Summary: Lando has to leave to prepare for the new season, and Y/N is super sad and clingy. He comforts her, and they have emotional goodbye sex.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pillow Talk

| 2.8k | Summary: Lando and Y/N cuddle in bed after a long, tiring day.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One of the girls

| 2.3k | +18 | Summary: Based on the song One of the girls by The Weeknd

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Eighteen Minutes

| 5.7k | +18 | Summary: Y/N is terrible at time management and is chronically late to every event or meetup. She tries to change this habit. Lando and she make a deal: for every minute she is late to an event, he gets to edge her. And he’s clearly enjoying it much more than she is.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Shattered Trust

| 7.3k | Summary: Y/N discovers that she is pregnant with Lando's child. Instead of confiding in him about the unexpected news, she decides to keep her pregnancy a secret and, overwhelmed by fear and uncertainty about the future, she chooses to have an abortion without telling him. Eventually, Lando learns about her decision.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Between Pain and Pleasure

| 2.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N is on her period and suffering from cramps, so Lando suggests having sex to help ease the pain—she agrees.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 When Absence Speaks

| 6k | +18 | Summary: After not seeing each other for weeks, Y/N accidentally squirts during sex with Lando. He's so fascinated and turned on by her that he decides he wants to make her squirt again and again.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Three Weeks Too Long

| 3.7k | +18 | Summary: Lando returned early from the triple header. He wanted to have sex, but Y/N refused because she hadn't shaved. Lando assured her he didn't care, and she felt a bit shy at first since it was their first time having sex when she was not shaved. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Not so Innocent

| 8.4k | +18 | Summary: After Lando wins the 2025 championship, he finally gets his chance with Y/N, Oscar's younger sister. Although everyone always assumed she was the innocent one, her surprising confidence and intriguing personality reveal that there’s far more to her than meets the eye.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Tender Moments

| 1.1k | Summary: Lando loves playing with Y/N's boobs—even when they're sore.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The Night She Finally Gave In

| 7.9k | +18 | Summary: For eight months, Y/N teased, denied, and kept Lando chasing—but he never gave up. Until one night she finally gives in. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 What Remains of Us

| 4.8k | +18 | Summary: A week after their divorce, Y/N and Lando find themselves back in the home they once shared, haunted by the memories of their love. When Lando arrives to collect his belongings, he finds Y/N crying over their wedding photos, and the weight of their heartbreak pulls them back into each other’s arms. In the quiet intimacy of their old bedroom, emotions overflow, leading them to seek comfort in each other one last time. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Starved

| 6.7k | +18 | Summary: After three weeks apart, Y/N and Lando finally reunite in a frenzy of teasing, need, and uncontrollable desire. He tries to pace himself, to savor every second, but she knows exactly how to make him come—whispering filthy words, dragging her nails down his back, squeezing around him just right. Lando, breathless and wrecked, gives in completely, fucking her like he’s been starving for it, like he needs to make up for every second they’ve spent apart. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Prove Me Wrong - Part 1 | Part 2

| 7k | +18 | Summary: Y/N and Lando have always hated each other—forced into the same social circle, their rivalry fueled by clashing personalities and constant bickering. But when a heated debate about men and female pleasure turns into a challenge, neither of them backs down. What starts as an argument quickly spirals into something far more dangerous, and before she knows it, Lando is proving her wrong in the filthiest way possible.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Mine to Touch

| 4.2k | +18 | Summary: Lando’s obsessed with missionary—because he can rub her clit, watch her fall apart, and fuck her deep. And sometimes? He makes it soft, slow and absolutely passionate.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 The One He Couldn’t Let Go

| 13.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N never meant to fall for Lando Norris—the F1 driver with a reputation for flings and flirtations. For nine long months, she kept him at arm’s length, refusing his gifts, dodging his calls, and shielding herself behind sarcasm and silence. But his persistence never wavered. Caught between desire and fear, she struggles to believe a man like him could ever want a woman like her—normal, guarded, imperfect. When jealousy explodes into confrontation and passion gives way to vulnerability, their complicated history threatens to burn everything down… unless she’s brave enough to let herself be loved.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Just a Picture

| 10k | +18 | Summary: After four days of silence, Y/N was drowning in heartbreak, replaying the fight that started it all—a photo of Lando in a club, looking far too close to another girl. It triggered every insecurity she'd tried to bury, and when she confronted him, things spiraled—accusations, shouting, even a panicked flinch that neither of them could forget. Then he showed up at her apartment, looking just as wrecked as she felt, desperate to explain, desperate not to lose her. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Slow Burn

| 3.6k | +18 | Summary: Though they’d been dating for three months and kept things slow and respectful, tonight—alone in his apartment—all that patient restraint melts away as Y/N playfully presses herself against Lando, clothes still on. She takes the lead, grinding against him until they both come.

c Craving You 

| 4.5k | +18 | Summary: Pregnant and aching with need, Y/N finds herself craving sex with Lando after weeks without it, though their attempts are humorously awkward due to her baby bump and slipping pillows. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 All His

| 3.4k | +18 | Summary: Lando finally gives in to the tension Y/N has been teasing him with all night, determined to remind her exactly who she belongs to. Their night quickly turns into something possessive, filthy, and intimate—him whispering promises of breeding her, worshipping her body, and filling her until she can’t take any more. Even after he cums, he doesn’t stop.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Pathetic

| 4.4k | +18 | Summary: Y/N catches Lando jerking off and moaning her name when he thinks he’s alone, and all the anger and tension between them finally cracks. Teasing him ruthlessly, she offers him a choice — a blowjob or a boobjob — knowing exactly how badly he’s wanted her all along.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Teach Me

| 4.7k | +18 | Summary: Lando and Y/N have been together for a few months now, but for her, he’s the first in everything. He’s been endlessly patient—always focused on her pleasure, never rushing or expecting anything in return. But now, Y/N wants to make him feel good too.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Breaking Point

| 6.3k | +18 | Summary: Y/N’s Friday night goes from frustrating to electrifying when her car dies in a downpour and she has to swallow her pride and call Lando Norris—the one guy she can’t stand—to come to her rescue. He shows up soaked and irritated, but quickly becomes her savior. Trapped together in the warmth of his car, all their old arguments and jealous glances melt into a raw, unexpected confession of desire. 

Oscar Piastri

ᯓᡣ𐭩 Until you noticed me

| 2.8k | Summary: At a rooftop party, Y/N and Oscar’s friendship takes a turn when Oscar’s protective instincts reveal his deeper feelings.

ᯓᡣ𐭩 "Can You Stop Smiling?"

| 1.3k | Summary: Y/N and her best friend, Oscar, have always had a special connection, but this holiday season, things feel different. At a party, Oscar nervously admits he wants to kiss her, and Y/N reveals she’s been waiting for him to make a move. 

ᯓᡣ𐭩 One Bold Comment

| 1.5k | +18 | Summary: Y/N has a thing for Oscar's teeth. She jokingly says she wants to ride his face—and then she does.

Lando Norris & Oscar Piastri

ᯓᡣ𐭩 A Night In Monaco

| 10.3k | +18 | Summary: In Lando’s Monaco apartment, Y/N takes full control during a first-time threesome with Lando and Oscar. She dominates them both, making them whimper as they submit to her every command. Neither man touches her without permission—she decides who gets what, and when. By the end, they’re wrecked and breathless, completely hers.

[ateezscupid]

─── FEB FILTH FEST: Sweater Weather - VIRGINITY LOSS ♡

SUMMARY / After years of being friends, one drunken conversation at a party ends up with the both of you taking each other's virginity.

warnings ✩ PORN LINK, SMUT, switch!san, switch!reader, fem!reader, friends to lovers au, miscommunication, size difference (not really mentioned but, heh, manhandling), san and reader are both virgins, drunk sex (both parties are drunk), oral (m and f), unprotected sex, they're so awkward and cute

word count ✩ 4,22k

tags ✩ @desirehorizon @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan @shinebyeoli @dawn-iscozy @xh01bri @mallielovssyou @clxssy1997 @soreberry @nopension @kitten4sannie @faeriehwas @lustfxq @ashistrashhhhhh @hwallazia @aurorasjoongie @seonghwaswifeuuu

ATEEZ MASTERLIST / REQUEST / FEB FILTH FEST

You're not the biggest fan of house parties. So, when San invited you to one, you had your reservations. But it's been a year since you moved to the city, and you felt like you should make an effort to mingle. Plus, San's place had a killer view of the skyline, and you hadn't seen him since you both graduated.

San was your best friend from college, the kind of person who could make you laugh until your stomach hurt and listen to your rants about your terrible Tinder dates without batting an eye. You've shared so many moments together, but never had you felt something… more. Not until recently.

Recently, meaning your Sophomore year of College. He got a girlfriend, you had a brief fling with someone else, and your feelings toward him changed. You felt, well, jealous. Jealous of the way she looked at him, the way he talked to her, and the way they touched each other. But it was more than that. You felt like you'd missed your chance. Like you'd never get to explore those feelings that had been bubbling just under the surface of your friendship.

But here you were, not knowing how many drinks the both of you had, yet somehow you ended up in some random bedroom rambling on about random things with him. His eyes glinted in the dim light, the same way they did when you two stayed up all night studying for finals. But there was something different, something that made your heart race.

"San," you slur slightly, "The room is spinning."

"No it's not." San laughs, taking another sip of his drink. His voice is deeper, more comforting than you've ever noticed before. He sets his drink down and moves closer to you, his arm resting gently on the back of the chair you're slumped in. "You're just drunk."

"And you're not?!" You retort with a grin, feeling the warmth of his body soothing your spinning world. He laughs, his hand moving to your shoulder, the heat of his palm seeping through your shirt. His touch sends a shiver down your spine, and you look into his eyes, those dark, warm eyes that have seen you at your worst and never judged.

"I never said I wasn't! But, like, you get loud and weird when you're drunk." San's grin widens as he playfully pokes you in the side. You laugh, the sound echoing off the walls of the unfamiliar room. The party's noise seems to fade away, leaving only the two of you and the rhythm of your intertwined breaths.

You lean into his touch, the warmth of his hand grounding you. "I'm not weird," you protest, though your voice is barely a whisper. San's gaze holds yours, the laughter fading from his eyes, replaced by something more serious, more intense. The air between you thickens, charged with unspoken words and unexplored feelings.

"Yes you are." He says, his voice dropping to match the gravity of the moment. His hand lingers on your shoulder, the warmth of it spreading like a wildfire through your body. You feel your cheeks flush, and your heart beats so loud you're surprised he can't hear it. The room is silent except for the distant throb of the party outside.

"Well you still became my friend so clearly I'm not that weird." you giggle, trying to ease the tension that's suddenly coiled around you both like a tightening spring. San's smile softens, his thumb tracing small circles on your shoulder, sending bolts of electricity through your skin. You swallow hard, feeling the weight of his gaze on you.

"I don't know what it is, but when you laugh, it's like the best thing in the world." San says, his voice barely above a whisper. His hand slides down your arm to grasp yours, and the simple act sends your heart racing even faster. You stare at your intertwined fingers, the warmth of his palm pressing into yours.

"…Really?" You manage to choke out, your voice small and unsure. You've never heard San say anything like this before. You look up at him, searching his eyes for some hint of what he's feeling.

He nods, and without another word, he leans in, closing the gap between you. His breath is warm against your cheek, and your eyes flutter shut as his lips meet yours. It's a gentle kiss, tentative at first, as if he's afraid to break the spell. But then he deepens it, and suddenly you're lost in the sensation of his mouth moving against yours. It's nothing like you imagined, and yet everything you've ever wanted.

You completely melt in his arms, your body responding to the tender touch of his lips. Your heart hammers in your chest, and you can feel the blood rushing through your veins as if you've just woken from a deep sleep. San's hand moves to the back of your neck, gently cradling your head as he kisses you deeper, more passionately.

You literally felt yourself turning into putty, your hand gently grabbing onto his wrist as if it was a lifeline. Your mind was racing, trying to understand what was happening. You've dreamt of this moment, but never in a million years did you think it would come to pass. It was like your entire life had led up to this moment, and every nerve in your body was on high alert.

San's touch was surprisingly tender, his fingers exploring the curve of your jaw, the shell of your ear, sending waves of pleasure that crashed through your body like a storm at sea. You felt your own hand reach up to tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, as if you could somehow become one person.

Without warning, his hand on the back of your neck moved to the front, gripping your neck tightly and a rush of heat flashed through your body. You smiled into the kiss, the possessiveness of his hold getting you wet immediately. You didn't know if it was the alcohol or the sheer want of it, but you didn't care.

San pulled away slightly, his eyes searching yours, looking for confirmation. You nodded, not trusting your voice to convey the need building in your chest. He leaned in again, kissing you harder, and suddenly you weren't in the party anymore. You were in a world where it was just the two of you, and nothing else mattered.

He lifted you up and stood, leading you over to the bed without breaking the kiss. The room spun even more as he laid you down, his body pressing against yours. His weight was comforting, grounding you in a way that you hadn't felt in a long time. The world outside the room disappeared as his hands began to explore your body, tracing the lines of your waist, your hips, your thighs.

He pulls away from the kiss and you gasp for air, your chest heaving with anticipation. San's eyes are dark with want, and you realize that you're looking at him with the same hunger. He's never seen you like this before, and the realization sends a thrill down your spine. You can feel his hand trembling slightly as it rests on your waist, and it's strangely comforting to know that he's just as nervous as you are.

"Would this be your…" you gulp. "F-First time too-?" You've had your suspicions, but never the courage to ask. San nods, his gaze never leaving yours.

"Yeah," he whispers. "I've never felt… I mean, with anyone, it's never been like this." His voice cracks with vulnerability, and suddenly, the gravity of the situation hits you like a ton of bricks.

"Me neither." You murmur back, your voice shaky. The weight of your confession hangs in the air like a storm cloud. San's eyes widen for a moment before he nods, a small smile playing on his lips. He leans down to kiss you again, his hands moving to the hem of your shirt. You lift your arms, letting him pull it over your head. The cool air hits your skin, making you shiver.

The room is a haze of desire and nerves, each touch sending sparks flying. San's hands are gentle as he unhooks your bra, his eyes never leaving yours. You help him out of his shirt, your fingers tracing the lines of his chest, feeling the firm muscles underneath. You can feel his heart racing against your palm, matching the rhythm of your own.

You scratch your nails down his chest and stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs. His breath hitches and you can't help but smirk. The sound of fabric rustling fills the room as you both struggle with your own and each other's clothing, a dance of need and want. Finally, you're both naked, the only thing between you the heat of your bodies.

"Um, w-what do you want me to, uh," you stuttered, your cheeks on fire as you felt your inexperience weighing down on you. San chuckled gently, his thumb brushing against your lower lip as he leaned in to whisper into your ear, his breath hot and sweet with the scent of whiskey.

"Whatever feels right," he murmured, his voice thick with need. You swallowed hard, your body responding to his closeness in ways you never knew it could. The room felt hotter, the air heavy with the promise of something more.

You nod and go quiet for a moment. "Can I, um," you gulp. "I-I could blow you off or…something."

San's eyes widen in surprise before a grin spreads across his face. "You want to?" His voice is a mix of excitement and disbelief.

You nod. "I-I've watched some videos."

San's grin turns into a full-blown smile. "Well, I'm all yours."

Your heart skips a beat as he lies back on the bed, his erection standing tall and proud. You've never seen him like this, never seen any guy like this up close. You've always been the good friend, the wingman, the one who's had a few awkward hookups but nothing serious. This is different. This is San, and he's letting you do this.

You lean over, taking him in your hand. He's warm and velvety, and you can feel his pulse beating in time with yours. You're both shaking with anticipation as you lean in, your mouth hovering just over the tip. You take a deep breath and then, you're doing it. You're actually giving your best friend a blowjob.

"Shit," he winces, his hand tightening in your hair as you go a bit too fast. You pull back, looking up at him with wide eyes, and he laughs softly, the tension in his body easing. "Sorry, just, go slower. I'm still a virgin too."

You nod, a little embarrassed but mostly relieved. You start again, taking your time to explore him with your mouth, your tongue swirling around the tip. He gasps, and the sound sends a thrill through you, making you bolder.

You gently suck on his tip, using your hands to stroke whatever wasn't in your mouth, feeling the power of his reaction. Each gasp and groan from San was like music to your ears. It was intoxicating, the way he was losing control under your touch, the way he was yours for this moment. You could feel yourself getting wetter with every second, your own need building.

"F-Fuck," San curses under his breath as you continue, his body tensing with pleasure. His hand guides yours, showing you the rhythm he likes. You watch him closely, his face a mix of pleasure and concentration, his eyes tightly shut. You've never felt so… powerful before. So connected to someone else's pleasure.

You swirl your tongue around the head of his cock, feeling him twitch with every movement. The salty taste of him fills your mouth, and you can't help but moan around his length, the vibration sending him over the edge. "I'm gonna…" he warns you, his voice strained.

You pull away, crawling forward and kissing him on the lips. He tastes faintly of whiskey, and the saltiness of your kisses is a stark contrast. His eyes are wild with need, and you know you've done well. You can't believe you're doing this with San, but the excitement only makes it better. You straddle him, feeling his erection press against you.

He smiles and grabs your hips, flipping the two of you over and laying you on your back. He began to kiss your neck, taking his time to kiss along your body. Each kiss sending a wave of pleasure that made your toes curl. He took his time, savoring every inch of your skin as if it was the first time he'd ever felt anything so soft.

Once he made it to your stomach, you couldn't help but squirm with excitement. The way his teeth grazed your skin was driving you crazy, and you felt your pussy throb with desire. "San," you whimper, your voice thick with lust.

"Um, just -- just tell me what feels good." he gulps, his eyes wide and searching yours for guidance. You nod, biting your lower lip as he leans down to kiss your neck, his hand finding its way between your thighs. The tips of his fingers graze your pussy, and you jump at the sensation. He's so gentle, so tender, like he's afraid to hurt you. But all you want is for him to touch you, really touch you.

"Ah," you gasp as San's fingers finally slip between your folds, the sensation sending a shock through your body. He's so tentative, so unsure, and it's endearing and erotic at the same time. You spread your legs wider, giving him better access. "Just, just like that," you murmur, guiding his hand.

"Like this?" San's voice is a whisper, his fingers moving in a slow, exploratory circle around your clit. You nod, your eyes rolling back in your head. The feeling is exquisite, and you've never felt so exposed, so vulnerable. Yet, you've never felt so safe.

As he continues to tease you, you feel your body begin to tighten, the pressure building like a coil ready to snap. You arch your back, your hands finding his hair, your nails digging into his scalp as you try to guide him closer. San seems to understand, his touch growing more confident as he explores your body.

"R-Right there, don't stop," you pant as his fingers dance over your sensitive nub. The pleasure is almost too much, and you can feel yourself getting closer to the edge. San's eyes meet yours, a question in their depths, and you nod frantically. He seems to understand, his movements growing more purposeful.

"Y-Your mouth," you stammer, unable to form coherent words. San's eyes light up with understanding, and moved down to replace his fingers with his mouth, his tongue swirling around your clit with the same gentle pressure. You let out a moan that fills the room, the pleasure so intense it's almost unbearable.

"S-San! Fuck, oh my god!" You cry out as his tongue flicks against your clit, the sensation shooting straight to your core. His eyes are dark with lust, his cheeks flushed as he watches you unravel beneath him. His hands hold your thighs open, his grip firm but gentle.

San's mouth is heaven, his tongue flicking and teasing until you're bucking your hips up to meet him. Your hands are in his hair, your nails scratching his scalp as you try to control the waves of pleasure that are crashing over you. Each stroke, each suck feels like it's bringing you closer and closer to something you've never felt before.

"Oh my god it's so good, so--fuck, don't stop, pleasepleasplease-!" You're not even sure if the words are coming out coherently as you beg for more of his touch. His eyes never leave yours, a fiery determination burning in them as he continues to lick and suck your clit, his hands gripping your thighs firmly to keep you in place.

You feel the orgasm building, like a crescendo in a symphony of pleasure that you've never heard before. Your toes curl and your back arches off the bed as San's tongue works its magic, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. "I'm gonna come," you breathe out, the words barely a whisper.

San's eyes never leave yours as he nods, his tongue moving faster, his mouth sucking harder. And then it happens. Your body convulses, a wave of pleasure so intense it's almost painful as you climax, your walls tightening around his fingers that are still inside you, pumping gently in time with the pulsing of your orgasm. You scream his name, your voice hoarse from the force of your release.

"O-Oh my god, oh my god, oh my -- GOD, FUCK! D-Don't stop, I'm -- I need-" You babble incoherently as the orgasm washes over you, your body convulsing with the sheer intensity of the pleasure. San doesn't stop, his tongue and fingers working in perfect harmony, bringing you higher and higher until you're sure you're going to shatter. And then, with a final, desperate thrust, you do.

You come hard, your pussy clamping down around his fingers as you cry out his name. He laps at you through your orgasm, swallowing your juices eagerly. You collapse onto the bed, panting and trembling, your body a live wire of sensation. You've never felt anything so amazing in your life, and the fact that it's your best friend doing this to you only makes it more intense.

San looks up at you, a smug smile playing on his lips. He wipes his mouth with the back of his hand, his eyes never leaving yours. "Was that okay?" he asks, a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

You nod, still trying to catch your breath. "M-More than okay," you murmur. "It was fucking amazing."

San's smile turns into a full-on grin, his eyes sparkling with pride. He kisses his way back up your body, his erection pressing against your thigh. "Good," he says, his voice a low rumble. "Because I've been waiting for this for a long time."

He positions himself between your legs, and you can feel his cock at your entrance. You're still trembling from your orgasm, but the anticipation of what's to come has you more than ready for this next step. You look up at him, your eyes filled with need. "Do it," you whisper.

San nods, his own breaths ragged with desire. He presses in, slow and steady, giving you time to adjust to the feeling of him inside you. You bite your lip, your eyes squeezed shut, as you feel yourself stretching around his girth. It's tight, uncomfortable, but it's a feeling you want more of. He's gentle, so much gentler than you ever expected, and it's like he's trying to memorize every sensation.

"Holy shit," his face is contorting the further he goes, his breath coming in ragged pants. You've never seen him look like this, so lost in pleasure, and it sends a fresh wave of heat through your body. "You're so tight," he murmurs, his voice strained.

"Yeah?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper as you arch your back slightly, urging him deeper. San nods, his eyes squeezed shut as if in silent prayer. He pushes in further, and you can feel every inch of him filling you up, stretching you in a way that's both painful and exquisite. You're so wet, so ready, and the pressure is building up again, a new storm of pleasure threatening to break free.

"Fuck, I-I feel like coming already," San whispers, his voice strained as he fights for control. You can feel his cock pulse inside you, his need palpable. You nod, your own body eager for the next step.

You pull him down and place a hand on the back of his neck, the other running through his hair. "It feels good? You like it?"

San nods, his eyes still closed, lost in the sensation. "Y-eah," he says, his voice tight with restraint. "So good."

You giggle, gently rocking your hips back and forth for some sort of friction. He hisses and grabs your hips. "Fuck, I was serious! I'm trying really hard not to come-"

You pull him down and kiss him, silencing his protests with a gentle press of your lips to his. The kiss deepens, your tongue slipping into his mouth to taste the whiskey and the hint of saltiness from your own skin. You can feel his cock pulse inside you, and it's like a drug, making you want to move, to feel more of him.

"It feels that good? Really?" you chuckle, still moving your hips, wrapping your legs around his waist to encourage more movement. San nods, his eyes snapping open to meet yours, the intensity in them making you feel like you could set the room on fire with a single look.

With a gasp, you feel him move, pulling almost all the way out before sliding back in, the sensation making your toes curl. He does it again, and again, building a rhythm that feels like it was made just for you. You can feel your second orgasm approaching, and the knowledge that he's feeling just as much as you are sends you spiraling closer to the edge.

"You're so beautiful," he huffs, leaning down and pushing his face into the crook of your neck. "I can't believe this is happening." His words are muffled by the skin, but you feel the vibration of them, the raw emotion behind them. You wrap your arms around his neck, holding him close as he starts to move faster, his hips thrusting into yours with an increasing urgency.

"I can't believe it either," you murmur back, your eyes drifting shut as the pleasure starts to overwhelm you. San's movements are getting more erratic, his breathing ragged. You can feel him getting closer, and the thought of him losing control is thrilling. You tighten your legs around him, urging him on with soft whimpers and moans.

"'m sorry, I-I can't-" he whimpered, his moans muffled from his face pressing into you. "I-I can't hold it-"

You tighten your legs around him, urging him closer, feeling the beginnings of another climax building within you. "It's okay," you whisper, your voice shaky with your own need. "Come inside me."

"B-But what about-" San starts to protest, his voice strained with the effort of holding back. But you know what you want, and you're not letting him ruin this moment with his fears.

"Don't worry about it," you murmur, your nails digging into his back. "Just do it."

San nods, his eyes flying open as he starts to move faster, his hips pounding into yours. The sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and you can feel the headboard slamming into the wall with every thrust. It's animalistic, raw, and utterly perfect. Your breaths are coming in short gasps as you feel yourself climbing higher and higher.

His hand moves to your clit, rubbing it in tight circles that have your eyes rolling back in your head. The pressure builds, coiling in your belly until you can't take it anymore. "I'm gonna come," San grunts, his voice guttural with need. "I'm gonna c-come so hard inside you."

You nod, your breath hitching as you feel the beginnings of another orgasm. "Do it," you pant. "Come inside me, San."

San's eyes widen, and with one final, powerful thrust, he releases his control. You feel the hot rush of his cum fill you up, and the feeling is more intense than you ever could have imagined. It's like a dam has burst, and the pleasure is flooding through your entire body. You come again, your pussy clamping down around his cock as he fills you up. You can't help the scream that rips from your throat, the sound echoing through the room.

For San, he felt his spine shiver when he came, and he watched with wide eyes as you convulsed around him, your body squeezing every drop of pleasure from his own. His heart felt like it was going to burst from his chest, the intensity of the moment washing over him like a wave. He didn't know what to say, so he just held you, his cock still inside of you, both of your bodies trembling in the aftermath of your shared climax.

The both of you were well beyond sober at this point, lost in the aftermath of your shared climax. San remained inside you, his eyes searching yours, his breathing still heavy and ragged. "Are you okay?" he managed to ask, his voice a gruff whisper. You nodded, your cheeks flushed and your chest heaving. You could feel his cock still pulsing inside you, and the sensation sent a shiver down your spine.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him close as his body began to still. His weight felt right, like he was made to fit you perfectly. "Yeah," you murmured, your voice barely a breath. "Better than okay." The room was silent except for the sound of your panting breaths, the world outside forgotten.