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𝟎𝟎𝟏 | 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐠𝐞

She don't give a fuck about nobody

And she got her whole crew poppin'

And she bend it over like she got no back bone

🎧 six feet under - the weekend

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pairings : ot8 x reader, (with a focus on Mingi and Wooyoung this chapter)

wc: 7.2k ( not fully proofread yet so sorry for any mistakes 🥺)

cw: mature themes, MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, clubbing, alcohol, futuristic stuff that I had to google cause it’s been years since I watched Star Wars or scifi movies, nud1ty, hints of violence, hints of crime, slow burn, eventual smut, lots of teasing, reader is referred to with she/her pronouns and y/n, fembodied reader, mentions of segss work ( mostly just stripping), hints of violence

REMINDER : my works do not represent the irl members in any way, this is purely a work of FICTION.

a/n: this is long I know 😭 but YES, look forward to part 2! Also I would really appreciate and enjoy like your thoughts in the replies or in my ask box hehe we can fangirl together for what’s to come

The former noble turned galactic nomad sighed as he stared out at the endless darkness littered with twinkling stars that maybe was a part of another system. It wasn’t that he found his life on the spaceship boring, in fact, he wouldn’t have had it any other way.

When his childhood best friend and also former crowned prince of their home planet, Jupiter, showed up after a year of escaping and denying the future laid out for him by the King, he had to know what he was up to. He had to talk to him and hear all about the life outside their planet and without the protection of their standing, the dangers, the perils, the thrill of the unknown and more.

Wooyoung then had not believed that his best friend, glowing with the freedom he had given himself, was right there in the bustling city’s downtown market. He had thought he had hallucinated and mistook the cloaked figure to be someone else but when his feet carried him to follow him, he was able to confirm that it was indeed his best friend.

Their reunion gave Wooyoung a chance at the same freedom Yeosang had sought after and a chance at meeting the band of brothers that he found that shared the same ideals. On his own volition without even consulting the Captain of the crew that Yeosang had become a part of, he decided that he was going with his best friend. Plus, what better way to create a reputation for himself as former noble turned space pirate? He liked how that sounded.

Which leads us now to the present…

Now he was part of one of the most revered and hunted group of pirates of the galaxy. Not what he had in mind really but he liked the life. The thrill, the danger and the excitement of it all. The not being told to act a certain way nor have his whole life planned to every second.

Was he buddy buddy with a bunch of rogue, violent and defiant pirates? Yup. He was one now too and the crew were like his brothers.

Sure he’s only known them for six months but there’s only so much you could do in a ship when you travel from one planet to the next, never ever really having a permanent dock. The ship was their home, his home…and the members of this crew were friends that he felt he was fated to meet.

But he hasn’t met one person of the crew…and he didn’t know that.

“Woo. Wake up. ” A firm hand shook him by the shoulder “We just docked at Xileon.” The calm and pleasing voice of their youngest slowly being heard in his ears as he gained consciousness.

“X-Xileon?” Wooyoung muttered, brows furrowing as his eyes blinked and squinted, adjusting to the soft light coming from his open door.

“Yeah, little fun rest stop. Well fun for me,” Jongho chuckled, excited to see all the cool technology and city life Xileon offered. He’s only ever been once when he had been an apprentice. Xileon was every science, engineering and tech geeks favorite planet, other than that the bustling fun night life it offered attracted all kinds of travelers across the galaxy. “C’mon, Captain says we’re free to do what we want while he contacts one of his informants.”

“What if I want to sleep, Jongho?” Wooyoung whined, sitting up despite his words.

“I know you’re always up for a party.”

“Now where did you hear that from?”

“Yeosang.” He shrugged, getting up from the edge of Wooyoung’s bed. “Come on, everyone’s going .” He clapped the raven haired man on the back, the impact making a little ‘oof’ escape Wooyoung.

“Yeah…yeah,” Wooyoung made a face, rubbing the back of his neck as he woke up. “I’ll be there…just wait a bit. Let me freshen up.”

“Don’t make us wait too long,” Jongho’s lips pursed in a childlike way, making Wooyoung chuckle a bit. As strong and intimidating as Jongho was, he was still their youngest and had an inner child that came out now and then.

“I won’t…I don’t want an earful from you anyways,” he snickered, playfully jabbing at him.

Jongho glared at him before leaving.

Xileon was a colorful fluorescent modern, futuristic jungle of a planet. The most high tech flying vehicles and motorcycle cruisers sped by the roads and streets, the avant-garde and neo-futuristic skyscrapers and buildings glimmered during the lively evenings of *Night City*. Clubs and the grandest of parties happened every night. The pounding music, the flashing lights and glittering champagne, and the vast choices of alcoholic concoctions called many for a good time but underneath all of that, it provided many individuals a guise to have dealings of a far more less than lawful nature.

If you’re lucky, Night City’s police would turn a blind eye. Just make sure you don’t get caught or were one of the most hunted wanted individuals of the galaxy.

Luckily for ATEEZ, they were never really caught…except for that one really disappointing and poor depiction of Mingi’s profile that was being plastered in every back alley or lamp post. It was a good thing it looked nothing like him and that that day, Mingi had been wearing an oversized leather cowboy hat that casted a shadow over his eyes so the wanted poster was practically useless. All Mingi had to do was not wear that hat ever again…he grumbled about it for a bit but he had let it go eventually.

The eight men stood in line for one of the top venues to experience the night life the city offered.

While their Captain and First Mate were here to do conduct business, the rest decided to enjoy the establishment as well as make sure they were there should anything go south. But as they entered, guided by a bouncer with a metallic high tech prosthetic arm, Hongjoong dressed in an exquisite Aegean velvet suit tailored to his frame like a glove, turned to them once more to remind them that this whole affair was likely not to be any trouble.

“Don’t worry too much and try to enjoy yourselves,” he ran his fingers through his dyed azure hair before adjusting the lapels of his blazer, some tipsy club goers passing by to leave eyed their captain’s slightly exposed skin. The rest of them garnered looks as well the more they walked into the place, the music pounding and colored lights flashing. “If anything,” he tapped by his ear, earrings glimmering as they’re caught in the lights, the little communication device Jongho fashioned for them hidden behind his and their earlobes. “I’ll call you.”

“But, really, please do enjoy yourselves.” Seonghwa smiled, raven dark hair sweeping perfectly to frame his handsome face. “We rarely get days like these. Have fun.”

The newest addition to their crew grinned like a cat who got the cream, eyes looking over the dance floor with a glint of mischief and the full intent to indulge himself in pleasures he was used to having. “Don’t worry, Seonghwa. I plan to do just that.” He winked at the women who looked his way.

“Oh, he’s in his element.” Yeosang chuckled, throwing an arm over his best friend. “Don’t get into that kind of trouble, Woo.”

“It’s trouble they want anyways.”

“Were you always this cocky?” Mingi’s nose scrunched up at his friend’s obnoxiously flirty behavior.

“Don’t act like you’re not a flirt when you want to be.” Yunho teased the crew’s gunner, poking his side.

“I know I said to have fun,” Hongjoong spoke as they made their way through the spread wide and lively establishment, passing several tables, booths and private rooms. “But do behave.”

That was their last exchange with the group before Seonghwa and him continued down towards the part of the club with another set of bouncers that led to the private and premium rooms. Straight to business while the rest stood by the railings that overlooked the dance floor and bar below, eyeing what entertainment tonight had to offer each of them.

“You’re awfully quiet.” Jongho turned to San, their agent, who stayed close to them, rather protectively, almost like a bodyguard. His posture was straight yet elegant with an air of quiet and unquestionable confidence, almost making one think that he may have come from royalty.

“Places like these…” San’s cat like eyes scanned the room, processing possible exits and blind spots. “Can’t be too careful.”

“Maybe some alcohol in your system will help loosen you up.” Wooyoung came to his side, eyes on the dance floor eying for a partner for one night, the ocean of people reminding him of the days he’d sneak out his father’s manor to party with the other elites.

“He doesn’t hold his liquor well,” Jongho stated, crossing his arms over his chest, a group of what seemed to be innovators, inventors and scientists out to have a good time catching his eye as one of them boasted their interactive hologram that displayed a model of an advanced hover cycle. “I’ll be doing some mingling.” He clapped Yeosang on his back as he made his way to the group cooly while simultaneously getting a shot from a hostess passing by.

“Seems like he’s done this before. Not so baby as I thought he was,” Wooyoung hummed with narrow eyes, watching Jongho easily join the groups conversation and a random woman sizing him up flirtatiously.

“We should get a table,” Yeosang suggested.

“A booth.” San inputted. “Specifically in that corner.” He gestured with a tilt of his head to the far right corner of the dance floor below. “I can keep an eye on things there better.”

“To give Sannie some peace of mind, we should follow his request.” Yunho placed his hands on their agents broad and stiff shoulders.

“I’ll get us drinks.” Mingi decided, heading down the aesthetically pleasing steps to the bar. His tall, muscular figure was clad in a fitting white shirt with sleeves rolled to his elbows topped with a vest that cinched at his waist, boasting his defined v-tapered back. Little did the people who gave him double takes knew, beneath the leg of his trousers, strapped to his ankle was a knife and at the back of the waistband was a gun.

With Yeosang’s charm, the boys were able to secure the corner table booth that was a bit further away from the dance floor, it was private and one that definitely were for VIPs. What they liked was that it was close enough to where the party was but far enough that they can speak to one another while the music drummed at a less overwhelming volume. San sat took his spot on the dark violet cushioned seat that gave him a view of all the exits and entrances and for now, since it was just the start of a long fun night, they decided to have a couple of drinks and some food while enjoying each others company and the music.

“You need to relax,” Wooyoung tutted at San, unbuttoning another button of his shirt to expose more of his honey skinned chest. “When was the last time you fucked, huh?” He asked the former assassin.

“W-what?” San stuttered, eyes growing wide and ears tinting pink at the sudden question. For such an intimidatingly handsome man, he sure flustered easily.

Yunho looked over at San with concern, the last time San had been with anyone…was before Wooyoung had joined the crew…before—

“You never really told me your type?” Wooyoung wiggled his groomed brows, relaxing in his seat as he watched people dance, bodies pressing against one another, some fitting perfectly and rolling in tandem with whomever they danced with.

Yeosang quietly observed his friends, savoring each sip of his drink and mindful of their interactions.

“I-I don’t have a type.” San murmured, reaching for a glass from the tray Mingi returned with, who settled next Yunho on the other end of the couch.

“San’s not really the sleeping around kind of person,” Mingi’s deep voice almost melded with the low hum of the bass music.

“And you are?” Wooyoung scoffed at their gunner, his newly dyed pink hair catching the eyes of those that passed by them.

“Pleasure is pleasure,” Mingi shrugged his broad shoulders, ringed fingers cradling his whiskey sour. “But,” he reached for one of the thinner silver chains around his neck. He pulled out a specific one with a pendant. “I’m a loyal man.”

San stared at the pendant, a wave of melancholy washing over him as he recalled memories of who that butterfly pendant belonged to and who it signified.

“You’ve got someone?” Wooyoung’s interest was piqued immediately, forgetting the women he had been eying across the dance floor and now staring at the pendant that Mingi displayed proudly and pressed to his lips.

His smirk was answer enough for Wooyoung.

“It must be hard for them.”

Yeosang tilted his head. “Why’d you think that?”

“Because we’re rebels, bandits/pirates? Shall I go on and list the colorful achievements of our crew? Plus,” he turned his gaze to the dance floor, locking with a pair of eyes so magnetic that even behind the intricate lace masque she wore, just a small moment had him looking for them when he lost it. “Isn’t it cruel to make her wait?”

Mingi’s reaction caught Wooyoung off guard. He scoffed with a slight amused smirk on his face, as if what Wooyoung had said was funny.

“She’s not doing all the waiting.” San spoke without thinking before Mingi could reply, his eyes transfixed on the pendant until it disappeared back beneath Mingi’s shirt. His eyes returned to observe the happenings around him.

Wooyoung wondered what San meant but he didn’t have enough time to think much of it when another round of drinks arrived.

As the night progressed, the drinks emptied were quickly refilled and Wooyoung danced, mingled and flirted like he did back in his old life. Seonghwa and Hongjoong after having met with their informants had joined them at their table, while Wooyoung and even Yeosang danced, the rest deciding to play a game of pool.

Wooyoung was not blind to the wandering eyes that were on him and his very attractive crew members. Many flirted with them but it was never more than that. His friends entertained their advances but were quick to turn them down when they asked or suggested for more.

But he didn’t worry much about it, not when he was searching for that pair of eyes he locked with earlier. Where was she? He would catch glimpses of her now and again but she was always a distance away from him, and every time he tried to head to her direction and he lost her in his peripheral, she was gone.

Was he hallucinating ? He wasn’t even that drunk.

Soft fingers brushed the nape of neck, nails scraping delightfully on his skin. He knew what that meant. Grinning and letting himself go, he turned to entertain another flirty party goer, only to meet the masked beauty he was searching for all night.

Sporting what clearly was a shoulder length pink bob wig with bangs, her eyes were hidden behind a white lace masque and she wore the most alluring Mona Lisa smile that haunted his mind since he had seen her.

Wooyoung with his experiences back in his and Yeosang’s home planet, girls like her, like you, who came to happenings like this dressed almost incognito, meant that you were here for a very good time that not even your identity can be disclosed.

He smirked and placed his hands on your waist, pleasantly surprised to feel warm skin against his palms. With how packed the dance floor was, he couldn’t really get a good look of your outfit but from what he could see, you wore a bejeweled bralette with straps that were lined with tiny crystals and brushing over his knuckles as you both swayed were long beaded shimmering strings hanging by the band.

So who were you? Some elite socialite whose reputation was too good to ruin in a scene like this? A noble like he was looking for a good time? A princess of some other planet?

“Hey,” your sultry voice, like honey to his ears. “My eyes are up here.”

Your arms hung over his shoulders, giving the handsome stranger a quick look down as if you hadn’t been observing him all night.

The buttons of his black silk dress shirt revealed his toned chest, honey skin glistening with a thin sheen of sweat beneath the party lights and his pretty neck was wrapped in a matching silk black choker with the extra fabric dangling in a classy fashion.

“And mine are up here too,” he teased back and pulled you against him. “I’ve been looking for you.”

“Oh?” Glossy pink lips stretched into a smirk and shimmering eyes locked with his. “And why would you be doing that?”

“Because I’ve decided,” he turned you around, his hands on your hips keeping you in place against his own as the two of you danced to the music. His lips were hot against your ear while your hand rested on the back of his neck, rolling your hips sensually. Wooyoung smirked against your ear.

You wanted him just as much as he did.

“That you’re mine for the evening.”

“Yeah?” You tilted your head slightly to give him access to your neck, your eyes falling to his group of friends by the pool table.

“Not everyone gets that privilege, baby.” He husked, brushing his soft and hot lips along the column of your neck, breathing in your addicting scent.

Wooyoung wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol and the heat of the dancing crowd that was getting him so easily riled up but something about your aura was so magnetic and intoxicating. Was it because he hasn’t slept with anyone since he left Jupiter?

“Well aren’t you arrogant.” You raked your nails through his hair, shivers going down his spine and sending pulsing heat to his crotch. “Was that supposed to flatter me?”

His eyes shut at the delicious sensation of your touch. He wanted to get you alone, heck, he would have you on the dance floor if he could. He almost forgot how good it was to fuck after months of traveling the galaxy. He wanted to fuck. He wanted you.

“Don’t lie to yourself and say you’re not.” He brushed his lips on your earlobe, his hot breath against your ear and the way his hands roamed your body felt good.

God, how did his friends put up with his cocky flirty attitude?

“Is that what you want me to do?” You rolled your hips against his, completely aware of the growing hardness pressed against your ass as he ground his hips to the music. “Lie?”

“Trust me sweetheart, there’s many things I want you to do.”

“And what are those things?” You purred whilst tugging at his hair, your voice and your gesture spurring his desire further.

He gripped your hips tighter and lowered his lips to your neck, to the spot just below your ear. He pulled you closer to his body to feel the heat of your form on his own before letting his hands roam freely again, feeling the exposed skin beneath the beaded strings that teased every spectators eyes.

“I want you,” he growled against your skin, pressing his lips just a little bit. “Legs spread apart with my head between your thighs.”

The warmth of his hot lips and the lust in his words undeniably sent heat to your core, and the image he painted with his words was so tempting. Plus, the fact that that was his response set him apart from other men. Usually the response you’d get were more about their pleasure never yours.

You hummed at the thought before turning around to face him and meet his eyes. He wore that flirtatious grin and his eyes were blown with lust. They had a look in them that you found so sexy, you couldn’t help but play a little.

“You’re very bold.”

“I’m honest.”

“And what’s an honest man such as yourself doing here?” You caressed his cheekbone with a gentleness that made Wooyoung’s heart skip a beat.

“What do you know about honest men?”

“Well for one, they don’t spend their time in a place like this.” You swayed to the beat closer to him. “Secondly, an honest man always ends up with an honest woman. I’m far from honest.”

“Then maybe we’re just two dishonest people.”

He watched your pretty lips stretch into an endearing grin, their glossiness and plumpness pulling him closer to you.

“Maybe we are.” Your sweet breath fanned over his lips, your foreheads touching, so dangerously close.

“I wonder what you taste like.” His thumbs caressed the skin of your waist.

You grazed your lips over his just a little and Wooyoung could get a little taste of cherry from the gloss you wore while you slid a hand between the two of you. Your fingertip brushed along the exposed skin of his chest then the silk of his button up shirt before they lingered at the waistband of his trousers. Before he could even think about pressing his lips on yours, you turned your cheek and leaned in his ear. Your right hand skimmed over the hardness of his crotch, making a cute little gasp escape the strikingly handsome man.

His cock twitched beneath your teasing touch.

“Like heaven,” you purred.

His forehead fell on your shoulder as he bit his lip, holding back a moan as you palmed him through his pants.

“But…” your touch left his hardened member, the loss of friction making him groan. “Not everyone gets that privilege.” You echoed his words back to him.

Before he could react, his head dizzy and spinning from both the alcohol and your hot touch, you slithered your way through the crowd.

His eyes watched the pink of your hair amongst the dancing and close proximity of people. You headed to the back, to the dark red velvet decorated motif which was below the second floor where the premium private rooms were. You nodded at the two bouncers who guarded the velvet draped entrance, who smiled back at you.

Did you work here?

Before you disappeared behind the curtains to what he assumed was the private entertainment rooms, you casted him one last glance. It was like you were telling him to follow.

Wooyoung wasn’t the type to be whipped by just anyone. He knew what was worth his time or not but with you, he wasn’t even thinking. His feet moved on their own to follow you like he was under some spell.

“Hey, I found you.”

Jongho entered his peripheral.

“Huh?”

“Captain said his informant got us a private room as a treat.” Jongho’s hand on his shoulder started to guide him through the crowd, towards the dark glowing red area.

“For what?”

“For taking care of the man who was his competition. Even though that wasn’t our intention.”

Wooyoung frowned, adjusting his pants to hide his erection. Not really how he wanted to spend the rest of his night but if Captain calls, you do not make him call twice.

“Ugh,” he ran his hands through his hair, missing and imagining your touch. “Fine.”

If he was lucky, he was going to find you…

“This is…odd.” San spoke, sat on the curved plush couch between Yeosang and Mingi of the rather compact red room with just enough space for ten people.

“Why is that?” Jongho asked, pouring himself another drink, the golden liquid in his glass like honey.

Hongjoong made himself comfortable at his spot on the left curve of the couch, legs crossed classily as his eyes stared at the empty little platform in the center of the room, the silver pole glowing cause of the mood lights..

“Isn’t entertainment like this supposed to be for one set of eyes?” San wondered out loud.

It’s not that he hasn’t ever experienced this before. He has. It’s just more private when it’s him and the performer. He never thought of doing an activity with his friends…though they have indulged in some acts on the ship when a certain someone was around.

“Yeosang and I used to do this all the time,” Wooyoung shrugged nonchalantly, making his best friend’s eyes widen at how he threw that info out so easily. “Oh c’mon, they don’t care about your Perfect Prince Yeosang reputation.”

Mingi chuckled at their interaction and Wooyoung narrowed his eyes at his friend.

“Why are you here? Aren’t you a loyal man? Now I feel even sadder for your girlfriend.”

“I’m not worried about that,” Mingi pushed his black shades up higher to shield his eyes. “I am a loyal man cause no matter what, no one can compare to her. I wouldn’t be in this room if Captain’s informant wasn’t a dickhead who will take offense if not all of us accepts his ‘treat’.”

“Also, this club has a policy of not touching the dancers unless they consent,” Seonghwa added. “We just enjoy the show the lovely lady assigned to us will put on, tip her extra and that’s it.”

“And we can’t just leave why?” San sighed, leaning back and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Because the informants goons will report back to him if we turn down his gift,” Yunho explained, knowing the character of that rich man all too well. “Hongjoong still needs to be on his good side til he gets information of the location of the Cromer.”

A soft knock on the door silenced them and all that could be heard now was the vibrating hum of the music that played in the room.

“Boys,” Hongjoong spoke lowly, casting them a glance. “Play nice.”

Jongho raised his glass at that, leaning back into the other end of the curved seat.

“Good evening, gentlemen.”

Wooyoung stopped breathing. No fucking way.

Too lost in his own surprise of coincidence, he wasn’t able to catch the way his crew mates interest were suddenly piqued.

With you only being the one standing, Wooyoung was able to see you in your full glory. The purple lilac bralette bedazzled with sequins cupped your breasts so perfectly and the crystal beaded strings caught the fluorescent light in a way that made you shimmer and appear like a goddess. Behind the curtain of beads, all of them could see your naked skin but compared to when Wooyoung had danced with you earlier, the silk mini skirt you wore was gone.

Feeling all their eyes on you, you smiled coyly at their Captain, stepping your foot onto the circle platform in the middle of the room, showing off the skin of your legs that were elongated by your silver heels.

“Shall I get started then?” You asked, running a finger from your ankle to the purple garter on your thigh, aware of how their eyes followed the trail of your chrome lilac painted nails.

“It’s you.” Wooyoung breathed out, eyes tracing the waistband of the sorry excuse of an underwear that matched your bralette. It was tiny and flimsy, and almost left nothing to the imagination, except for what your pussy would look like. Wooyoung wanted to know.

Yunho glanced at his friend. How did he know you?

“Oh? Well if it isn’t, Mr. Arrogant.” You gracefully stepped your whole body onto the platform, circling around the pole while playing with the little crystal studded purse you brought with you.

Your words made Jongho chuckle.

“You work here?” It was a dumb question, Wooyoung knew that.

“What does it look like?” You shrugged your shoulders cutely before throwing your tiny purse to the curved platform behind them where you could play around some more if you wanted to.

“How long have you been working here?” Hongjoong asked, taking your attention from Wooyoung.

Smiling his way, you slowly sunk to your knees and ran your hand on your left thigh where your purple lace garter was.

The man before you smirked knowing what you were silently telling him.

Hongjoong dug into the inner pocket of his blazer and in between his fingers was a 50 Zaire bill. He leaned forward and without touching your skin, slipped the bill beneath the garter.

“Three months.” You answered him, sensually getting up to lean against the pole with your arms over your head, elongating your body for their viewing pleasure.

“I like your wig.” Jongho commented, eying you with a knowing gaze.

“Thank you.”

Wooyoung watched as you moved seductively on the pole, unaware of how San became completely relaxed and excited at the same time.

“Does all of this turn you on?” Wooyoung asked, eyes raking your body and feeling his throat dry at how drawn he was to you.

“Sometimes.” You purred nonchalantly, bending over a little to show the arch of your pretty back before expertly twirling around the pole.

“Earlier…were you lying to me?” He leaned forward, elbows on his thighs as he tried to meet your gaze.

“No.” You replied, locking eyes with the man in the middle whose hair matched your wig.

He lowered his shades close to the end of his nose, his eyes locking with yours and sending a shiver down your spine.

“You’re a good dancer. I had fun.” You admitted still looking at the tall man before you even though you were addressing Wooyoung.

“Are you having fun now?” San asked, surprising Wooyoung that he was interacting with you, his cat like eyes set on you and no one else.

“Because I’m here with eight handsome men rather than the sleazy ones? Yes I’m having fun.” You stepped your heel onto the plush couch, the men making space for you as you stood between Mingi and Wooyoung, your gaze down at Mingi who looked at you with stars in his eyes while the one behind you, going crazy with desire let his eyes wander.

Placing your hand delicately on Mingi’s shoulder, you slowly bent over, giving Wooyoung and Jongho the view of the back of your legs, your ass and your clothed cunt.

“I thought there’s a no touching rule.” Yeosang spoke, feeling himself grow hot, knowing the body his seeing all too well.

“I can touch any of you while I do my business since that’s what I was paid for but none of you can touch me unless I say so. So keep your hands to yourselves unless you’re putting a bill under the garter.”

You traced your finger along the side of your thigh, knowing full well that Wooyoung was watching your every move more intently than the others.

“Are you flirting with us?” Wooyoung licked his lips, mind racing with thoughts of kissing and feeling your skin.

“Maybe.” You winked at Mingi, making him smirk.

“Are you allowed to flirt with us?” Yunho asked this time and you moved to perch yourself on the platform/back rest of the couch.

“Yes I can flirt with you,” you nodded, placing your hands on your closed knees.

Wooyoung driven by desire, took out a 100 Zaire bill from his wallet and waved it your way.

“Open your legs.”

You obliged him, opening them an inch apart, entertained by how impatient he was with your teasing behavior.

“Wider.”

A little bit more.

“Make this worth all our time, sweetheart.”

Rolling your eyes at his demanding yet bratty tone, you surprised them all by spreading your legs wide, unfolding them into a flexible split on the surface you were on.

“Fuck,” San swore under his breath.

Wooyoung revealed to you another 100 bill. “Show me.”

Looking him dead in the eyes, you pulled your purple panties to the side, revealing your bare mound to their eyes. Some of them swore, some of them let out a groan and some of them just continued to look while they bite their lip. All of their reactions made you suppress an amused giggle, you kind of feel bad for them but you kept a straight face, not wanting to give Wooyoung the satisfaction of winning in the cat and mouse game you were playing.

“Oh baby,” Jongho cooed lowly, the familiarity of the pet name causing a chink in your armor.

“By the way, we can’t fuck.” You threw the rule out there, enjoying the way the handsome man you danced with was breaking at the seams.

“Why not?” Wooyoung scoffed, eyes on the pretty pink folds of your pussy.

“I’m a stripper not a whore.” You adjusted the panties back to cover you and you closed your legs, deciding to crawl to the side where Hongjoong, Seonghwa, Yunho and Yeosang was.

“Like I told you earlier,” you could feel Wooyoung’s eyes on your ass. “Not everyone gets that privilege.”

Mingi swiped the bills from Wooyoung’s hand and handed it over to Yeosang, who nicely slips it beneath the garter. You thanked him.

“Now, Captain,” you turned to Hongjoong, who was looking at you with his signature smirk and his pretty brown eyes shimmering with amusement. “Tell me, where on earth did you find this arrogant, cocky and bratty thing?”

Wooyoung frowned at the sudden shift in your tone. The way you spoke with Hongjoong was as if you two were familiar with one another.

“Blame, Yeosang.” Hongjoong sipped his whiskey.

“He’s not as bad as you think, love.” Yeosang sweetly spoke to you, his hand moving to tuck a strand of your wig behind your ear to get a better look at you.

“He’s just a little dramatic,” Mingi inputted, tapping at his thigh and like a pet called to their master, you moved yourself to Mingi’s lap, straddling his hips.

“More dramatic than you?” You pouted cutely, running your hands through his pink hair. “So…how long did it take you all to know it was me?”

“Not long. We know your voice anywhere.” Seonghwa answered, quietly admiring you with just a small smile on his face. “But it is a big surprise to find you here out of all places.”

“Hi baby,” you couldn’t hold back your smile anymore as you cupped Mingi’s face with your hands. “Did you miss me?”

“More than you could possibly fathom.” Mingi replied, leaning in to kiss you but you leaned back.

“You can’t kiss me. Well…not here. They’re watching.” You tilted your head to where Jongho sat. “They can see us but they can’t hear us.”

“There’s CCTV on the right corner of the ceiling.” San told the group.

“W-wait. Wait a god damn fucking minute.” Wooyoung exclaimed, looking at you, settled on Mingi’s lap like you belonged there. Were you Mingi’s girl? What were you doing in a place like this? “You all know her?”

You pursed your glossed lips and turned to them, feigning hurt. “You guys didn’t tell him about me?”

“It was a topic that didn’t come up.” Yunho admitted, rubbing the back of his neck. “Sorry, Y/N.”

“It’s not our fault anyways, Mingi was gatekeeping you.” Jongho added, making the big man in front of you pout, a reaction that made Wooyoung reel at the sight. It was unfamiliar to see their intimidating gunner all soft and not…scary?

“When did he join?”

“Three months after you departed on your mission. We had to make a stop at Jupiter and Wooyoung recognized Yeosang, and he followed him, and now he’s one of us.” Seonghwa answered, eying the size difference between you and Mingi.

“And none of you mentioned me?”

“Mingi was gatekeeping you.” Jongho repeated, making everyone but Wooyoung laugh. He was still trying to grasp the new information of how you were Mingi’s lover and a member of the crew???

“Sure he was.” You rolled your eyes, moving from Mingi’s lap to the round platform to continue your little show for them.

“What are you doing undercover here?” Hongjoong asked, placing another bill on the platform to keep up with appearances and you bent over sensually to pick it up.

Was Mingi okay with this? Wooyoung glanced with wide eyes at their gunner. Was he okay with all of them seeing you like this?

Mingi was watching you with desire. He was reclined so comfortably on the couch, his thighs spread apart as he bit his plump lips at the sight of you entertaining them in the sexy skimpy number you wore. Was this a kink of his? Wooyoung wondered, unable to stop the way his face scrunched at his many unanswered questions.

“Because the information Vix won’t give you, I was able to get.” You told Hongjoong with a smile, and the leaders smirk morphed into a grin. “It’s amazing how flowery words and too much alcohol was all it took. I didn’t even have to take my top off.”

“Good cause I would’ve gauged his fucking eyes out if he saw what was mine.” Mingi growled, hands closing into fists to restrain himself from holding you to him.

“Will you?” Jongho confidently suggested with smirk.

“Will I what?” You coyly smiled, acting innocent.

“Take your top off?”

“Was seeing my pussy not enough for you?”

Wooyoung couldn’t believe the conversation flowing in front of him. He was painfully hard but his confusion and shock had his mind a mess. He didn’t know what thought to entertain or what he wanted to ask.

“Nothing is ever enough when it comes to you, doll.” Mingi muttered, tilting his head a little to the side as if to get a better look at you.

“So you have what I want?” Hongjoong casually glanced at the CCTV keeping watch of all of you.

“Yes I do. The timing of everything is kind of funny. It was Vix I was supposed to be dancing for tonight,” you told them, twirling around the pole. “I was going to get rid of him for you since he’s not of use anymore then I would’ve found a way to get to Xeres since that was your next destination for a restock of supplies on the ship.”

“Well it seems destiny is always in our favor.”

“So shall I finish him off?” San asked, rolling up the sleeves of his button up.

“Will he be any trouble to us if we let him live, angel?” Seonghwa turned to you, licking his lips when you were on your knees, sitting prettily before them.

“He’s not much of a threat. We should be more worried about his boss because he asked for me after I finish with you boys.”

Seonghwa leaned over to add more bills to your garter and San’s defensive posture softened.

“Which is why I’m amazed at the timing of finding all of you here tonight.”

“Is it the first time he’s asked for you?”

They saw your eyes flicker with fear for a split second and you shook your head.

“But he scares me.”

Mingi and San’s aura darkened at your words. It took a lot for you to be scared by someone.

“He knows a lot of things he shouldn’t know. He mentioned and boasted about the Academy when I met him. I was sure then that my cover was going to be blown.”

“So what’s the plan now?”

“Well since I hacked into his data systems earlier in his penthouse just above this club and took more than I came for. At exactly 2:27 am, the club will black out and we can make our escape then through the back door here thats used usually by the dancers to get in and out quicker for shifts.”

“What did you take other than the information about where the Cromer could be?” Hongjoong called your attention while his hand raised slightly in a gesture that the rest understood except for Wooyoung.

“Jongho, can you please hand me my purse please?”

They watched as you opened the bedazzled flap of the purse and took the bills beneath your garter and stuffed them inside, giving Hongjoong a glimpse of a glowing crystal that was one of the most sought after items of the galaxy.

Hongjoong only shook his head with a smile and you decided to turn to the new crew member.

“So, Wooyoung, right?”

He was caught off guard by your sudden attention.

“It’s nice to meet you and I hope we can get along well,” you warmly smiled at him, your pretty face glowing beneath the colored lights.

“Two minutes,” San checked the time on his watch.

“Oh, fun.” You giggled, sitting on the edge of the platform.

“Can you even make a run in those?” Wooyoung glanced at your very high heels, trying to remove the image of your pretty pink pussy that you had flashed to them.

He remembered your exchange from earlier.

What do you taste like?

Like heaven.

It was against his morals to want to fuck someone that was someone else’s lover. You were Mingi’s and Wooyoung couldn’t deny the fact that he was burning with jealousy with the thought of you being touched by Mingi.

“She could kill in those,” Yeosang answered for you. “So back door?”

“End of the hall, camouflaged with the wall.”

“I missed you so much baby.” Mingi groaned getting up and placing his large hands on your waist.

“Me too. More than you know.” Your voice softened, no longer in the facade of the identity you’ve been using.

“Ten seconds.” San announced.

“I’m not gonna let you run around like this.” Mingi slid his hands to your hips, biting his lip at the tiny piece of underwear covering the heaven between your thighs.

“Here, Y/N.” Yunho handed you his blazer. “Wear that.”

“Thank you, Yuyu.”

His blazer was like a dress on you and it made you look so tiny. Wooyoung pushed his hair back, trying to ease his frustration of both lust and knowing too late about who you are. He was also a little scared of how and when Mingi will confront him later because he was flirting with you.

“Good to have you back, Y/N.” Was all Hongjoong said before the whole establishment was enveloped in darkness and the nine of you made your escape.

A small squeak came from you in the darkness because Mingi had thrown you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing, and he carried you easily as you all made your exit.

When the bouncer, one of Vix’s goons, checked the room when the power came back on, he began to sweat nervously at the emptiness he was met with. He was going to be in big trouble.

Jongho hijacked a black van and used it to drive the nine of you to where the ship was docked, which was going to be a solid thirty minutes to get to.

Your soft giggles was a pleasant sound to all their ears as Mingi was all over of you in the back of the van.

“We’re glad to have our favorite girl back.” Seonghwa smiled fondly, watching as Mingi attacked your neck with kisses and his hands tickled your sides causing the very missed melodious laughter to fill the van.

The Vice Captain looked to his left to check on the members all of them well and in one piece minding their own business and checking the parameter if anyone was chasing the crew. Seonghwa spotted Wooyoung staring at you and Mingi through the tinted windows, his Adam’s apple bobbing deeply as he swallowed what he could see was envy mixed with desire.

“You okay there?” He quietly asked their new member.

“Huh? What?” Wooyoung responded as if broken out from a trance. “Oh,I- uh, I’m fine.”

“You sure?”

“Y-yeah. Just…” he paused wondering if he could confide in Seonghwa but the handsome older man’s gentle eyes was hard to say no to. “Just shocked that’s all.” He decided to not share his deep feelings.

Seonghwa knew and could tell that Wooyoung was attracted to you, and he knew he was feeling conflicted for feeling that way especially after seeing how you and Mingi acted.

Wooyoung gave him a small smile before turning to the window again, staring at the buildings they passed by.

As Seonghwa left him with his thoughts, he wondered how he was going to break it to their newest member the true nature of the crews relationship with you. How kind of unorthodox it was….How Mingi was not your only lover but theirs as well.

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bro-atz · 3 months

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tragic ending [trope — seonghwa]

inspired by: immortal beloved — book + this short story + this one-shot

word count: 2.4k

content: angst, smut, immortal!seonghwa, mentions of not wanting to live (but not suicidal thoughts), netflix and chill, sofa sex, unprotected sex (pls remember to wrap up irl!), completely consensual (sex)!

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God, you were so in love. You didn’t think you were capable of falling in love because love never seemed to last, but with Seonghwa, your faith in humanity was restored, and you knew that he would treat you to a lifetime of happiness.

The two of you met when you were in college. He was at the park, sitting on a bench and enjoying the beautiful day, and you were walking through the park with your friend to get to class. You usually never did a double-take for anything— not even a cute dog or billboard or anything— but you did for him, and you did multiple times. He just looked so beautiful, so serene with his eyes closed and his dark locks softly swaying in the wind. You kept looking back at him to the point where you at some point stopped walking, your friend mildly annoyed.

“Y/N, I wouldn’t care so much about you doing this if we weren’t already late for class,” he huffed.

“…You go on ahead, Yunho. I don’t think I’m going to come to class today.”

And you didn’t go for class that day. Instead, you went to the man with the pretty face and the gorgeous hair, and you got to know him. Maybe it was love at first sight, but you only knew one thing at that time: this man was going to change your life.

Seonghwa didn’t plan on falling in love. He honestly was tired of life. He wasn’t going to kill himself or anything, but he just wanted a break from it all. He’d seen too much, been through too much.

Yet, that fateful day he met you, he suddenly wanted to stay. He wanted to be with you because you were the first and only person he never pushed away right from the start. He knew that he would hurt you at some point, that you were going to resent him, but when he saw your sparkling eyes and beautiful smile, and when he heard your melodic laugh, he couldn’t say no.

You got to know him well that day— he told you literally everything about him. He told you what his favorite color was, his favorite animal, his favorite restaurant, his favorite video games and past times and movies and literally every single thing.

Everything but the fact that he was immortal.

Seonghwa didn’t think you needed to know. He never wanted you to know because as much as he enjoyed spending time with you, he knew that it was never going to last, that he would hurt you. He planned on keeping it as surface level as possible— just go on a couple of dates with you, enjoy your company, and break up because of some stupid thing. Humans always ended relationships because of something stupid, and he thought you would be one of those typical humans.

But you were not.

And that’s what he loved so much about you.

Seonghwa was having a particularly rough night. He was having flashbacks to centuries ago, nightmares of people he loved perishing because of famine, because of disease— survivor’s guilt. He lived with eternal survivor’s guilt.

He was more quiet than usual as the two of you sat on the couch and watched a movie, his arms wrapped around you as you leaned into his chest. You were focused on the movie, but he wasn’t. He couldn’t. You paused the movie and turned in his arms, your hand cupping his cheek.

“Hwa, what’s wrong?” you whispered.

“What do you mean?”

“You… Look sad.”

“Ah…”

Seonghwa couldn’t respond— he didn’t know how to voice his thoughts. He couldn’t tell you the truth, and he vowed to himself that he never would. But, when he looked at the worry on your face, he wanted to break and tell you everything, but that was never going to happen.

“What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

“…Are you sure you want to be with someone like me?”

Your eyes flew wide open. You turned in his arms all the way and looked right into his eyes, pain and sorrow filling his beautiful, boba eyes. You cupped his face and nodded.

“Seonghwa, I love you. I’m in love with you. I don’t want to be with anyone else,” you reassured him.

“R-really?” Seonghwa was about to cry— you thought it was because he didn’t believe you, but it was because he didn’t want you to.

“Really, sweetheart. I love you so much.”

Seonghwa really did start crying that time. Well, it was only a tear or two, but he let them slip. You quickly dried his tears and kissed him softly, your hands guiding his face to yours. His arms wrapped around you and held you close, his plush lips pressing harder against yours, his lips trapping your lower lip and tugging upwards slightly.

He pulled you onto your lap, your legs straddling as you continued making out with him. He leaned into you, one hand supporting your lower back while the other reached for the TV remote to resume the movie.

The dialogue and soundtrack of the movie played quietly in the background as your kisses with Seonghwa got more feverish. You ran your fingers through his hair as you pushed your tongue into his mouth. You felt him shiver beneath you before smiling in between kisses, his tongue dancing with yours. His hands went under your shirt, and his fingers glided along the curve of your waist, leaving goosebumps in their wake.

You were quickly losing your patience. Still kissing him, you moved your hands down to his pants and tugged them down along with his underwear, his hard and trembling cock springing out. He let out a tiny whine when he felt you fingers form a tight ring around the base of his cock and slowly move upwards while squeezing his cock.

“Clothes off. Now,” Seonghwa uttered when he moved his lips from your to your ear.

The two of you quickly stripped down to nothing, and before long, Seonghwa was rubbing the head of his pretty cock against your folds as you hovered above him, his other hand on your waist. Gripping his shoulders, you slowly sank down onto his cock and tucked your lower lip between your teeth as you stifled a moan.

Before you could start moving, Seonghwa held the back of your head and kissed you roughly, his teeth forcibly untucking your lower lip.

“I want to hear you scream my name,” he murmured.

You leaned back to see him looking up at you, his eyes now sparkling and full of longing and desire. You couldn’t help but smile— and wonder how on Earth this adorable being was going to get you to scream his name— before kissing him again.

Your lips were still locked with his as he began to guide your waist, lifting and lowering you on his cock at a slow, steady rhythm. His moans vibrated within you as he felt your walls clench every time your ass hit his lap.

“Fuck, not so tight, babe,” Seonghwa said as his breath hitched. “You’re going to snap my dick off.”

You couldn’t even respond to him. You were so focused on chasing your own high that you were bouncing on his lap desperately. You moved your hips back and leaned into him, the new angle satisfying both you and him. Seonghwa let out a choked groan, and his hold on your waist got tighter as he said through gritted teeth, “I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum inside,” you said while panting. “I want you to fill me up.”

That was it— those were the magic words. Pressing his head into the nook of your neck, Seonghwa pushed your waist down and came, his cum spurting inside you, warming you up, filling you up. He let out a huge moan of relief before looking up at you, his shaggy hair covering his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle as you brushed his hair back, revealing his lovely face. You kissed him softly, thinking you were done, but you were far from done. He still had to make you cum.

You yelped as he pinned you to the couch, his cock still deep inside you. He moved your legs so that your calves were resting on his shoulders, and he hammered away, his cock going deep inside you.

You were really screaming and moaning loudly at that point— Seonghwa was hitting depths of you that you didn’t even know existed, and the feeling of his cock rubbing against your G-spot and hitting your cervix repeatedly was shooting waves of pleasure through your body, your eyes collecting spots as you felt the knot in your belly get tighter.

The man kissed you again, bending you over even more to the point where you definitely felt him stretching out your hamstrings. The straw that broke you was when he kissed you, kneaded your breast, and played with your clit, the overstimulation driving you insane. You cried his name loudly, the syllables bouncing off the walls and through your apartment. Your cunt clenched so hard while you came that you made Seonghwa cum again, and when he pulled out, a trail of white followed his cock and trickled down your cunt to your ass.

Seonghwa had to look away quickly— the sight nearly made him hard all over again, but he knew he had to give you a break because you looked ruined. Your hair was all over the place, and your eyes were still hazy as you recovered from the high of your orgasm.

Next thing you knew, Seonghwa cleaned the two of you up before wrapping throw blanket on the couch around you, your bare skin still pressing against his as he hugged you to his chest. You brushed his hair out of his face and smiled softly at him, the man reciprocating your smile. He kissed you softly, sensually, then rested his forehead against yours, that same sweet smile of his lingering on his face.

“I love you so much, Y/N,” he whispered, his gentle voice making your heart flutter.

“I love you so much more, Hwa.”

“You spend so much time with the guy and he practically lives here at this point, so you might as well get married at this point.”

Seonghwa didn’t mean to eavesdrop on your conversation with Yunho, but you and Yunho were sitting at the kitchen countertop. He was finishing up with his shower and quietly made his way out of the bedroom, but he hid behind the corner to listen to you talk to your best friend.

“I mean, I’ve been dropping hints and clues… But I don’t think he wants to get married,” you said with a sigh.

“If he doesn’t want to get married, then dump him!” Yunho exclaimed.

“Marriage is a social construct, Yunho. We don’t need to have a ceremony or anything for us to prove our love for each other,” you explained calmly while trying to see Seonghwa’s point of view. “I would much rather just keep living like this instead of pressuring him to spend thousands of dollars on one special day or whatever.”

If it were up to Seonghwa, he would’ve proposed to you and had the biggest wedding in the universe because he was such a fucking romantic; but, there was no way in hell he was going to marry you let alone anyone else because it would never last.

“Alright, fine. If you don’t want to get married, then don’t do it. I still think it’s weird since you’ve been dating the guy for ten fucking years, but whatever floats your boat.”

Your voice and Yunho’s voice faded as Seonghwa slowly walked backwards. He overstayed his welcome, and it was time for him to leave. So, as quietly as he could, he packed up all of his belongings.

Yunho ended up leaving before Seonghwa ever emerged, which confused you because usually Seonghwa and Yunho got along. After you said goodbye to your friend, you went back to your bedroom to see Seonghwa standing with a bunch of bags— his bags.

“Hwa… Wh-what is going on?” you stuttered out as your blood ran cold.

“I’m leaving.”

Your jaw dropped.

“What?! What, what, what?!”

Seonghwa didn’t need to elaborate. He grabbed the bags and walked out of the bedroom. You grabbed one of the bags and tugged on it, trying to stop the man from walking or at least keep one of his bags so he wouldn’t be able to leave, but he was strong, and he dragged you and the bags to the front door.

“What do you mean?! How can you just— What— Why are you doing this, Seonghwa?!”

“I do this, Y/N, okay?! I leave. I always leave. I don’t commit to anything or anyone, and I always fucking leave. Got it?”

Seonghwa threw his bags to the ground in front of the door and proceeded to have the argument with you— anything to get you to resent him and kick him out the door, but he knew you would never do that. You weren’t that kind of person.

“Then why the fuck did you get in a relationship with me if you were planning on leaving from the very beginning?!”

“Because I fell in love with you from the moment we met!”

“So then don’t fucking leave!” you were hysterical at that point. “I just— I don’t understand your fucking logic— why won’t you commit?! If you love me so much, then fucking stay with me!”

“You will never understand—”

“Then help me understand! Don’t fucking do this to me, Seonghwa! Please— I love you so much!”

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him into a forceful kiss, tears streaming down your face. Seonghwa could taste the salt from your tears, and he desperately wanted to stay with you, but he just could not. It wasn’t meant for him. It was never meant for him.

He didn’t kiss you back, but he didn’t push you away either. It was when you pulled away that he successfully got away from your touch. You saw tears welling up in his eyes as he opened his mouth to say one last thing, but he didn’t. He left. Just like that.

Seonghwa knew it from the very beginning, but he shouldn’t have let you talk to him that day because it was from that moment on that he knew you were never going to have a happy ending. Even if he chose to stay with you, you were going to die sad, and he was going to have to live with the pain. At least this way he didn’t have to see you die.

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rendy-a · 1 year

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Hey, um hi! I'm new here, nice to meet you, sorry I'm a bit awkward with requests

So, Could we have some of the Self aware AU with Idia and Sebek? It can be whatever you want, a headcanon or a mini one shot, whichever you prefer more^^

Thank you ahead!

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The interesting thing with Self Aware AU is that you can write it like the game characters are aware of you as you play or you can write where the player is isekai’d into the game and everyone knows about it. Last time, I had written it in the perspective of playing the game irl. I thought this time, I’d write it as though the player was somehow drawn into the game. Hope you enjoy it.

Remember, the Self-Aware AU is a yandere AU!

When you’d awoken inside your favorite phone game…well, you’d freaked out. But then! You’d made one rule; never mention the game to any character. It was just strange. Plus, you weren’t sure how they’d react! It was a rule you’d managed to follow, until today.

You, like the character Yuu in your game, were a first-year student at NRC. As much as you’d liked to have avoided all the game characters to prevent triggering any dangerous events, you shared class with Ace and Deuce (plus lived with Grim). Over time, you’d been pulled into lunches and joint classes with all the first-year students. Thankfully, the first-year students weren’t where the problem was. That was with the Housewardens and you avoided them in every situation possible. You were relieved that the plot of the game had you living in such a remote dorm and excused you from attending any sort of club activities.

And yet, you sometimes wished you would meet the characters. It would be so cool to talk to your favorites, see them in actual real life! Only, you were also pretty sure the minute you came face-to-face, you’d say something embarrassing or stupid. Like you did when you met Ace and Deuce. You still cringe when you remember calling them the ‘single braincell duo’ to their faces. Yes, it was probably for the best that you took isolated halls to class to avoid the seniors. You wouldn’t want to turn the corner and ACK!

You rolled over from where you’d fallen and gazed up to see who or what you’d collided with. You recoiled in horror as nebulous blue flames made patterns across your vision. “What kind of ridiculous anime situation is this. Real people should look at where they are going in the hall. This place needs a mini-map to avoid NPC’s like this. I can’t believe on the one day I have to attend class in person some extrovert is lurking in my quiet hallway…” He hadn’t looked up from where he’d fallen but you could tell in an instant that you’d triggered some rare event and encountered a wild Idia.

You spend this small moment wondering if you should pretend to know him or not. He’s a Housewarden, so you should probably know who he is, right? But at the same time, he never leaves Ignihyde, so how would you know him? Maybe you should pretend to not know him. “It’s you,” a small voice interrupts your dilemma. You look up at Idia in surprise only to find a matching expression of surprise on his face. Then his mouth parts slightly and a string of words emerges. “What should I do? I didn’t prepare for this event. I’m not ready to meet my Oshi in person. How do I trigger the correct dialog option here? I’m going to get a death flag; I just know it…”

He says a lot of things, but one thing catches your attention: Oshi. Were you somehow Idia’s favorite? That can’t be, right? You let out a giggle at the absurdity of the situation. Idia’s eyes grow large, and he shrinks back at the sound, started to hear it coming from your mouth. “Don’t be so nervous Idia. Nothing bad is going to happen,” you say softly. When you speak to him, Idia loses control of himself and starts talking rapidly, “Of course! If the Player says so, then it is so. They are so amazing, like limited SSR class amazing. I don’t deserve to even be in their presence. They are probably thinking, who is this gloomy weirdo with the fire hair? Why is he dressed so strange, he probably doesn’t have any fashion sense.”

“That’s not true!” you shout, “I remember when your Ghost Marriage card came out! Oh my gosh! It looked so cool! It was totally my favorite card. I had to pull 200 times to get it!” Then you abruptly stop, realizing you’ve said too much when Idia’s hair turns completely pink. “I…I’m just going to go,” you say as you cover your face in embarrassment and walk back around the corner the way you had arrived.

The students of Ignihyde gave Idia a wide berth as he returned to the dorm. No one dared approach him while his hair flickered so violently from gentle pink to blazing red. Idia himself seemed entirely unaware of the bizarre show he was putting on. He continued mumbling and giggling to himself all the way back to his room. When he finally found the solitude of his inner sanctuary, he jumped on his bed and hugged his Player-print body pillow. “Hee Hee Hee!” he laughs out loud for no one to hear but himself. “I did it. I meet my Oshi!” Then he rolls over onto his back and stares dreamily into the ceiling, “They knew who I was. That must mean something. Maybe, this is fate?”

There was only one rule all the inhabitants of Twisted Wonderland had; don’t interfere with the Player. It was a rule he’d managed to follow, until today. Today, Fate intervened. If Fate wanted you two to be together, who was Idia to argue? As he stared at the ceiling, Idia’s engineering brain went into gear planning designs for a place he could take you where no one else could reach. A place where you’d finally be alone, with only him. Just like Fate had planned.

Over time, you’d noticed that the residents of Twisted Wonderland treated you differently. You remembered the first time you heard Crowley tell the aggravated student body he’d assigned weekend cleaning duty to all students to clean up the campus for their use…because he was so kind. While all around you, students started grumbling, you’d burst out laughing. When everyone had started looking at you, you’d choked off your laugh and covered your face. “Sorry, he just…he said the thing,” you managed to get out between smothered chuckles.

No one ever called you out on your strange behavior. It was like they all collectively got together and decided that you were allowed to behave in any way you chose. They, on the other hand, often seemed to struggle with deciding if they should act normally in your presence or not. The number of times you’d slipped into a room of rowdy students to have the conversation cut off into a silent awe was alarming. Today was just another example.

You’d gotten back after a class and lay in your bed, bored. You’d think that being pulled into your favorite game would give you endless entertainment but, after a time, it just settled into being exactly like school in your world. The only difference is you occasionally went out looking for locations or characters in the game, like a sort of anime pilgrimage. Sometimes, you’d been caught in awkward situations, but you’d just sort of nod and say, “This all looks fine,” and leave. No one has ever called you out on your intrusions. So…you just felt free to invite yourself anywhere you were curious to go. Today, you thought about things you were interested in and decided that you’d go to some of the clubs to find out what the club uniforms looked like. After all, not all those cards were released; it’s like the ultimate preview!

You were almost used to the way things fell silent when you entered the stable yard. Members of the Horseback Riding Club stopped what they were doing to stare at you. Those who faced away noticed the attention of their fellows and turned to see you before they too, fell silent. In almost no time at all, they had casually circled you, as though waiting for you to hand out some sort of instruction or give a speech. You rubbed your head and thought, guess it’s time to break out the old ‘nothing to see here’ and bounce. Before you could though, a call broke the silence. “HUMAN!”

You turned toward the sound, an eager expression coming over you. Were you about to experience the famous rants of Sebek? As you hoped, Sebek was loudly berating students at the outer edges of the semi-circle for their inattention during club activities. You eased yourself forward, hoping to catch sight of him. No one tried to bar your way, parting before you as you progressed. You easily reached his side and leaned forward to watch his antics. Suddenly, he turns and grabs onto YOU! “HUMAN, YOU AREN’T EVEN DRESSED YET! THIS SORT OF SLOVENLY BEHAVIOR…” and then he trails off as he looks at your face and you can see the awareness fall over him.

His eyes go wide, and he immediately let’s go of your shoulder, visibly taken aback. He stammers and you imagine you even see tears gathering in his eyes. You think to yourself, time to find a way out of this before things get even worse. “I…I’m here for an inspection…” you say carefully. All the gathered students listen intently, standing just a touch straighter. “Sebek, I have decided…I have decided to see how many push-ups you can do in a minute.” It made no sense, and you knew it made no sense. You wondered if this would finally be the time someone calls you on your BS but instead, Sebek perks up to an extreme degree. “YES, OF COURSE! RIGHT AWAY!” he bellows.

You stand at his side as he begins, pretending to care far more than you do about the results of this demonstration. Honestly, it is impressive. The speed at which he sets out to complete the exercises is extreme. You wonder for a moment just what sort of training Lilia DOES give to Sebek and Silver to get them to this level of fitness. When he is finished with the allotted minute, he jumps to attention, standing much as you’d imagine he does on guard over Malleus. You give it a moment and then say, “Yes, that will suffice. You may all return to your duties now.” Having ordered the students to depart, they comply with a surprising speed. They all still watch you but now they do it while pretending to be engaged in filling buckets with water or looking over curry combs.

You give one final nod to Sebek and say, “Good job,” before you walk away. That was more than enough excitement for one night. You’d rather spend the rest of the evening in Ramshackle than deal with any more things like this tonight. Behind you, Sebek watches you go in awe. You praised him; you told him he did a good job. Before you quite got out of earshot, you heard one last shout, “SILVER WAKE UP! THEY PRAISED ME, THE PLAYER PRAISED ME!” You laughed to yourself, what a strange world this was.

That evening in Diasomnia, Sebek carefully pulled his portrait of Malleus off the wall. Nestled behind it was a photograph of the Player. He gazed at it reverently. They’d spoken to him today; praised him even. He wasn’t yet over it. He thinks we will never get over it. He places your photo next to his pillow as he lays down to sleep. In the morning, he’ll put it back behind the portrait. He’d not dare to change his room’s layout from what the Player knows! But for tonight, he’d fall asleep to your face and the remembrance of your voice. Someday…maybe he’d not even need to use a photograph. ‘NO!’ he tells himself sternly, ‘the Player is not for you!’ And yet, some dark corner of his mind tells him that ‘good job’ is just a small step away from ‘I love you.’

#twst #self aware au #twisted wonderland #yandere twst #tw: yandere #yandere idia x reader #yandere idia shroud #yandere sebek x reader #yandere sebek zigvolt

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Day 31 | Gangbang - Pantalone, Tartaglia, Pierro, Dottore, and Scaramouche

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Word count: 4,791

18+, dubcon/noncon, manipulation, lovebombing, blowjobs, vaginal sex, rough, spanking, gangbang, reader ends up spending a lot of time with Pantalone, not proofread

A/n: just a quick note, lovebombing and isolating (as well as guilt triping) are real tactics used by abusive people, remember that this is a dark fic and this is not sexy irl. Also, it's 4:41 am. This will be posted in about 3 hours. I rushed to get this done in time so the last third is rushed. I might go back and edit it.

You walked in the streets of Monstadt. You swallowed and tried to keep down the building sobs. Blurred colors filled your eyes, but it was easy enough to tell where you were going.

You looked down and shook your head. You were okay. Everything was okay. Don't cr-

A sudden force slammed into you. Or probably the other way around. You stepped back and focused on the person you bumped into. You hadn’t realized you had started walking faster with each thought.

He had long black hair and glasses on a thoughtful face. The accessories he wore looked fairly expensive. Overall, his appearance was a unique blend of beautiful and handsome.

“Sorry. I guess I wasn’t looking.” You turned your face away. You didn’t want him to see the tears in your eyes.

His eyebrows raised. “Is something wrong?”

"It's nothing." You take a breath in, but it turns into a sniffle.

He hummed and watched you for a moment. He began to walk. “Follow me.”

“Huh?” You look at him.

He paused his walk to look back at you. “I’m going to treat you. Good Hunter’s?”

Your eyebrows scrunched together. “Why would you do that?”

He smiled. “Do I need a reason?" He sighed. "But, if you don't want to, I suppose I'll have to go alone."

You guessed it wouldn't hurt. "Okay."

You followed him and sat across from him. He inquired about what you wanted and bought it for you. You felt the stares of passers by, but you couldn’t be bothered to care. The delicious flavor of the food helped to calm you down. But now that you were calm, you were tired.

You were a little over half way done with your meal when he said something again.

"Is everything alright?"

You shrug. You just met him, but you really wanted to get it off your chest. It was killing you to have no one to vent to. To just listen and be there for you. It wouldn't be the end of the world if you told a stranger you'd probably never meet again.

You let out a heavy breath. "I… lost someone important to me."

It hurt to even think about, but it felt good to finally say it. Like a literal weight had been lifted.

He nodded with an apologetic smile. “I see. I’m sorry to hear that.”

You nodded and your eyes rested on the food that was growing cold. Your hands rested on either side of the plate. “It’s,” you swallow, “not nice.”

“As I would expect.” He sat back and glanced up at the sky. “If you could say anything to the gods right now, what would it be?”

You freeze at the sudden unrelated question. Confusion turned into contemplation as you genuinely considered the question. You turn it over in your mind until one phrase solidifies itself in your mind.

“It’s not fair.” You take another bite and chew.

“Unfortunately, life isn’t fair.”

“It shouldn’t have to be,” you mumble.

“You’re right.”

You look up at him. He wasn’t giving you a lecture. Or telling you that it was just the way things were. Like you were used to.

“It’s a terrible thing that shouldn’t have happened to you,” he added. There was a sadness in his eyes. “If you could have anything, materialistic at least, to make you feel better, what would it be?”

You thought for a moment. It would be something to distract you. Something you loved. You answered with something you wanted for your hobby. Slowly you elaborated. Why that item would distract you and be fun. Why this made you so happy and everything about it that you thought was cool. And he listened. For a little bit, you forgot your troubles. You felt better.

Eventually, you had to part ways

Later, you find a package at your door and open it up to find the thing you mentioned and a letter.

You opened the letter. It said, "I saw this on sale and thought of you. I hope it brings you joy and that you feel better soon." From there it asked a few questions about your hobby. It ended with the signature. "-Pantalone, Regrator" There was also a return address.

The Fatui Harbinger? Was that who you spent your afternoon with? It would explain the stares. Your temporary shock of fear was replaced with comfort. Despite the things you'd heard about the Fatui, he was so kind and truly seemed to understand you.

You hugged the letter as gently as you could. A huge grin appeared on your face when you looked back at your present. You scooped it up on your arms and walked inside.

Pantalone walked down the halls. Back in Sneznaya for instruction from the Tsarita. Your letter in his pocket. He'd write a reply that evening and send it off. It was quite a treat meeting you.

He couldn’t help but smile. Apparently it was noticed.

“What are you smiling about? Swindle someone out of their money?” Tartaglia, who had been walking in the opposite direction, said.

“No,” he said, smile ever present. “I simply found a cute, little person.”

“Really?”

“Yes. I’d like you to come with me back to Sneznaya.”

It’d been a few months since you started exchanging letters. Those letters and kind words and small gifts were the best things in your life. They filled you with so much joy each time you received them, even more so when you read that he was visiting again. You barely restrained yourself from hugging him. He put his hand on your shoulder and smiled at you. And during your conversation, he mentioned wanting you to come back with him.

“I think you’d like it, but you’d best bring your best coat.”

“Mmm.” You bit your lip. “I don’t know.”

“I’d like it if you would. It’ll only be for a little bit.” He watched you. “Is there anything you need to stay here for?”

You bit harder. Your eyes rested on the ground. You didn’t… have a reason not to go. And it would probably be fun, right?

And now you were there. In a world of stark, cold white. The only color was in the city you finally arrived in.

Sneznaya was about as cold as you expected. What you didn’t expect was exactly how hard it was to handle the cold. You shivered in your heaviest coat you owned. Thankfully, Pantalone noticed your state and draped his large coat over you.

He showed you the markets. Your eyes lit up at the sight. All of the different things for sale. He noticed whenever something caught your eye and bought It for you. You always told him that you didn’t need them, he insisted. He would have shown you more, but you were too cold for it. He offered to let you stay inside the rest of the day and you accepted.

You walked side by side to somewhere he promised would be warmer. On the way, a red haired man locked eyes with you. He looked between you and Pantalone and walked up. You shrank away, nearly tempted to step behind Pantalone.

“Hey,” he casually waved.

“Childe,” Pantalone stopped in his tracks.He stared at the intruder with his lips pressed into a thin line with a strained smile. This was the first time you’d ever seen him like that. “Hello. To what do we owe the honor?”

“I just wanted to welcome you back and welcome your friend here,” he turned his gaze to you. “Is this your 'cute, little person' you were talking about?”

Despite the cold, your face burned.

"I've heard many great things about you." He winks.

You shrank back in embarrassment with an awkward smile.

“Don't pay him any mind,” Pantalone said. "This is Childe, the eleventh Harbinger."

Your eyes widen and look him up and down.

"You look like you've never seen a Harbinger before," he teased.

"I just wasn't expecting it," you said.

"What? Do I not look like one-?"

"Childe, as much as I appreciate your friendly manner," Pantalone sharply inhaled, "we best get going."

"I'll join you," Childe said, walking beside you.

"Really? Don't you have things you need to get done?" You were fairly certain the life of a Harbinger was busy

"I got time."

"Joy," Pantalone said quietly.

"Glad you think so," Childe said.

You snorted. Childe's mischievous smile grew and he patted your shoulder. You turn your head to Pantalone. Every time you were happy he seemed to share in the joy. But his expression stayed the same. Almost looking at you with… disappointment. Or anger. He turned his gaze in front of him, leaving you to wonder if you had imagined it. Or maybe you misinterpreted it. Or maybe he was just mad at Childe. That was probably it.

Childe made some light conversation on the way there. Eventually you entered a fairly large building. Thank the the Archons it was warm inside, or at the very least warmer. Near the entrance was a room with a fireplace. You rush to it and stand by the fire. Rotating your hands. You backed your hands away and rubbed them when they felt like they were burning from the sudden temperature change.

You looked around the room. There was no one there. However, you heard, who you believed to be, Childe walking in the next room.

You sat on the couch closest to the fire while rubbing your arms. The furniture looked expensive. The couch's wood frame was smooth and reflected light like glass. The fabric was white and accented with images of flowers.

Childe came back with a cup that steamed. With a free hand he took a blanket from a stack. He walked up and handed them to you.

"Thank you, Childe" you said.

"No problem. You're one of the few guests here in a while. And call me Tartaglia." He sat down next to you.

You looked around the room again. "Where did Pantalone go?"

"Oh, probably went off to get some records, or maybe to count his stacks of money again," Childe said lightheartedly.

You nodded. You would have liked it if he told you before leaving. You shiver again as a cold settles in your bones.

You would have started a conversation, but you couldn’t think of much to say. You took a sip from the cup.

"So," Childe took the initiative, "how did you and the banker meet?"

"Oh, I was walking and happened to bump into him. In Monstadt," you added.

"That's all?"

"Well, I guess we talked a little bit, over some food, and we started sending letters."

"Really?" He raised an eyebrow. "He's never that friendly with anyone else. Then again, you are attractive." He smirked.

You shrank into yourself slightly and smiled. "Oh, we're just friends, but thank you for the compliment."

"I was just telling the truth." He leaned back and stretched his arms. He let them rest on the back frame of the couch. "But seriously, I'm surprised you were actually brave enough to come to Sneznaya. And that you would call a Harbinger a friend."

"Is there a reason why someone wouldn't?" You tilted your head.

Childe held back a laugh and covered his mouth before waving his hand. "You know what everyone thinks of us. Everyone always assumes the worst when it comes to the Fatui."

"Yeah. But I gave you the benefit of the doubt and took a chance and you and Pantalone turned out to be really nice." You smiled but it quickly faded. "If only my friends and co-workers could do the same."

"Hm?" He scooted in closer and looked genuinely interested.

You continued. "The second they found out, they never liked it. They keep telling me it's a bad idea and that I need to stay away, but those letters were the best thing that happened to me and they don't even want to think about the fact that they might be wrong. All they care about is that it's the Fatui and keep-" Tears welled up in your eyes.

"Hey, hey, hey." He put his hands on your shoulders.

He pulls you in for a hug, taking your drink and setting it down, and you accept. Holding him close. The arms around you felt like anchors and more comforting than the warmest blanket. You feel yourself melt.

"There, there." He patted your back.

"I haven't even talked to them in a while," you curl in closer. "Why can't they let me have this?"

"I don't know, but you did the right thing. A true friend would want you to be happy. If they tell you to stay away from something that makes you happy, they're bad friends."

The tears fall faster. Your body shakes in small tremors. The whole time, Tartaglia rubs your back and comforts you. It felt so nice. Like all of your problems had evaporated.

You didn't even notice when you fell asleep.

Someone nudged you awake. Your eyes drifted open. You heard footsteps then saw Pantalone. You immediately sit up.

"Have you warmed up yet?"

You barely even nodded when he started talking again.

"Good. Follow me. Unless you haven't rested enough."

Your face burns again and you nearly run to follow him. You quickly waved goodbye to Tartaglia.

"See you." He waved back.

Pantalone led you to an office. You sat while he organized and signed papers. He showed you the trinkets he collected. He then led you to a library. The bookshelves stretched to the height of the ceiling. You had once been in the library of the Knights of Favonius, but this library was so much bigger.

"I'm going to the Tsarita to receive instructions. Stay here until I get back."

"You're leaving again?" Your disappointment leaked into your voice.

He sighed. "As much as I'd like to spend all of my time with you, I still have responsibilities. I doubt the Tsarita would be pleased if I brought someone she did not permit. Afterwards, you can join me for any other task."

You sucked it up and nodded.

The Harbinger seemed content and left, leaving you with nothing better to do than read. You skimmed the titles. Picking up a few and reading a few lines.

In your search for something that peaked your interest, you looked up and saw someone watching you. A short boy in a funny hat. You wondered why he was staring at you, then you remembered Tartaglia mentioning something about not not a lot of guests.

You tried to ignore his gaze, but it was difficult.

He walked up to you. His sharp eyes judged you up and down. You shrank back in confusion.

"So it's you," he finally said.

"What about me?"

"You're the one Regrator's been wasting his time on."

You stood there awkwardly and hugged the book you'd been holding.

"I can't imagine why. Are you some toy of his? Something he finds interesting?"

"I'm not a toy, I'm his friend," you shot back, with some anger.

He looked at you with doubt. His eyebrows raised slightly and examining your expression.

You took a breath. "Did he talk to everyone about me?"

"No. Rumors and hearsay fly." He turned away. "And the fact that idiot Childe must have met you. For how much he talked my ear off about you, I was expecting more."

You shook your head and stared at the ground. "I honestly don't understand why they like me so much too."

He grins and snorts before walking away.

Shortly, Pantalone came back. You walked side by side with him down the hall.

"Someone I hired is securing a room for you to sleep in. They'll come to show you to your room by the end of the day," Pantalone said.

You nodded. "Thank you."

You glanced back in front of you and noticed someone walking the opposite direction in the hall. A large man with silvery white hair.

He noticed you as well. He stopped in front of the two of you and Pantalone stopped too.

"Hello, Pierro. Fancy running into you."

"Hello, Regrator. Who is this with you?" He turned his gaze to you and you suddenly felt very exposed.

“This is my guest. I met them in Monstadt.”

You introduced yourself.

“Pleasure to meet you,” Pierro said with a smile. “I assume this is your first time in Sneznaya. What do you think?”

“I think it’s very pretty,” you said. “And impressive, but it’s a little cold for me.”

He glanced down at your clothing. You remember you’re still wearing Pantalone’s coat. “You should get a heavier coat for yourself.”

“I was going to get them one tomorrow,” Pantalone interjected.

Pierro nodded. “I have to go now. Sneznaya welcomes you. You can stay for however long you want, and if you need anything, just come see me.”

You both said goodbye and continued on your way. You wore a bright smile. Everyone seemed to really like you.

It had been months since then. When you got home, the people in your life exploded at you for going to Sneznaya. Telling you how dangerous it was. How you could have been killed. Why would you go with a Harbinger? To never do that again. Were you insane? Did you have a death wish?

Your final cord of patience snapped. You flew into a rage. Every angry thought you ever had about them erupted out of you. Why were they so concerned about this? Why were they suddenly so concerned about you? Why did they suddenly have to poke their goddamn noses in your business? Why couldn’t you go where you wanted? Why couldn’t you be friends with who you wanted to? Since when did all of the people you talked to have to be approved by them? Why couldn’t you just be happy? Did they want you to be miserable? Why couldn’t they just see you were happy and leave you alone?

You completely cut them off after that. And they finally left you alone. It was great. Until there was no one around you. The loneliness ate at you like a disease. Everyday felt so bleak and gnawed into your chest. And you couldn’t tell why. All you knew was that you wanted someone. The only good things in your life were the letters. Childe and Pierro were sending some now, though Pierro’s came less often. They were your only joy and lit up your world, filled that hole in your chest, even if it was only temporary. You longed to see them again, to talk to them more.

Eventually, it was suggested that you move to Sneznaya. There was a job they could guarantee you would get too. You would have everything you wanted, you could actually see them every single day. You didn’t like the cold, but that was a small sacrifice to make in order to be closer to them.

You didn’t get to see each of them every day, as they sometimes left for missions the Tsarita gave them, but there would always be at least one. You later come to learn that the person you met in the library was Scaramouche, the sixth Harbinger. You also came to meet other Harbingers you’d never met before, such as the Doctor, who you occasionally interacted with.

It was Autumn now. Though, not that you could tell. In Sneznaya there were no trees that changed colors, or signs of the final harvest for the year. The only sign was that it became colder. And you told this to your new friends. About the things you missed. It hurt, but you were happier now.

You got to learn about Sneznayan traditions too, which were always interesting to learn. Apparently, during mid Autumn, instead of indulging in a harvest, the Sneznayans told ghost stories and terrifying tales. They also had activities that were a test of courage of sorts, where an individual or group would have to walk through an area where people would scare them. It sounded so much fun, but you were heartbroken to hear it was done outside and in the dark. It would be too cold for you to want to stay out for long.

On the night that was the height of storytelling and spooking others, the five Harbingers you were the closest to invited you to see a surprise. The entire room was decorated in a way that mixed tradition from where you were from with yours. Spooky decorations that featured a lot of orange. There were large plates of food for you to choose from, and there were games that were nearly identical to the ones you played at home. It was like a party, just for you and them.

The more reserved ones like Pierro and Pantalone didn’t play any of the games, instead would stand by the cider barrel and talk and tell you stories. Scaramouche and Dottore would play games if they got competitive about it.

It was so much fun, and you felt so happy. But, something about it didn’t feel right. There was something strange about there only being six people in a place that looked like it should have been open to more people. Like an actual party. They’d done a lot for you, but this too? There was a small discomfort in you knowing they imported all of this from Monstadt and attended just for you. Like you were in debt.

During the night, when the hour hand nearly pointed directly up, they had another surprise. They manage to get someone to move one of those test of courage things inside. Just for you.

There were several genuine scares. They made you jump into the closest person and cling onto them. The entire time they crowded around you, making you feel claustrophobic, like it was hard to breathe.

When it was over, you all piled into a lounge. Sitting on the couches and laughing with each other. Was it your imagination, or was everyone staring at you?

You sat next to Tartaglia. Having a conversation between him and someone else on the other couch. You freeze briefly when you notice his hand on your thigh. You brush it off. He was always a little touchy around you. Nothing strange about it. But he squeezes, and you try to swallow down a lump.

You heard your name being called and it pulled you out of your daze. From Pantalone’s tone, you guessed this wasn’t the first time he said your name.

“Come over here,” he said.

You excuse yourself to Tartaglia and walk over. You sit next to Pantalone. There’s a conversation, you were exchanging words, but it was hard to hear once he started rubbing your shoulder with his thumb. The blood rushed in your ears. Why was your body reacting like this? There was nothing weird about this.

He guides you onto his lap, and in your confusion you do it without thought. You sat there stiffly. His hands were all over you.

“Your mind seems to be elsewhere.” He pulled you closer in. There was something pressing into your butt. “Did you enjoy our surprise?”

“Yes,” you said. Much more quietly than usual.

“Did it make you tired?” He teased. His lips grazed against your neck

The other Harbingers seemed to move in closer. You suddenly felt so small.

“Yes,” you said.

“Poor thing,” Dottore said.

Pantalone’s hand wandered into the inside of your thigh. He messaged your leg. His other hand stroked every inch of you that wasn’t sitting on him. His lips were on your neck. Someone’s hand touched your hair. He whispered in your ear.

You shrank away from all contact, adjusted yourself, and closed your legs. Pantalone’s hand clenched.

“What’s wrong?” His other hand held your neck. “I thought we were friends.”

“We are,” you said. “But I don’t feel comfortable with this. I-” Tears start to well up. You look around the room for someone to back you up. They only stared back.

“Why so cold? And after everything we’ve done for you. Do you not care? Were you just going to take my money and run?” The hands grew slightly tighter.

“No. Of course not,” you plead.

“Then can’t you do one thing for us?”

You’re not sure why, but you find yourself nodding. He continues where he left off. His fingers pushed on and rubbed your pussy through your clothes. You shift uncomfortably.

Someone sits down beside you, making the cushions and you bounce. It was Tartaglia. He smiled at you. He takes your arm, his hands rub and squeeze as they go down. He holds your hand in his, close to his face as he leaned in closer. He kissed your knuckles. You stared into his eyes.

A gloved hand grabs your chin and turns your head. Pantalone pressed his lips onto yours in a stolen kiss. You froze. He pressed further, tightening his grip until it hurt. You kiss back. It was a soft, sensual kiss, at least you thought it was. It was also greedy. And it only made you feel cold.

He finally pulls away and you gasp for air and want to wash your mouth with soap.

Pantalone tugs on the clothes covering your chest.

“Take it off.”

You do what he says, pulling it over your head. Suppressing the urge to cover up. Trying to forget everyone watching you. That seemed to make him happy and he kissed your cheek.

Scaramouche stood up and walked to you. He grabbed you by the hair, forcing you to lean forward.

“Are you just going to hog them the whole time?” Scaramouche said.

“Fine.” Pantalone shrugged and let go of you.

Scaramouche pulled you off of his lap and on your knees on the floor. Before you could comprehend anything else, a dick was against your lips. You looked up at him. He glared down at you. You opened your mouth. The second you did, it was filled with cock. He used your hair to shove you down his cock, over and over again. Making a line of saliva at the base of it. Your throat already hurt and clenched around him.

Someone behind you takes off the bottom half of your clothes, leaving you exposed. The hard appendage pokes into your backside. It makes its way to your hole and thrusts in. The snap of skin reverberating in the air. You yelp, making Scaramouche shove you all the way down unexpectedly. You felt a hot substance pour down your throat. But he didn’t stop.

Dottore stands up and stops next to you. He grabs your hand and puts it around him. His hand squeezes yours and moves it the way he wants. You do your best to fulfill his needs while being stuffed at both ends. You thought you heard him praise you, but you couldn’t quite catch it.

Judging by the grunts behind you, you guessed it was Tartaglia plunging into your hole. His hands anchored on your hips.

Thoughts try to push themselves into your mind. To try to figure out what you even thought about this, but you push it away. Just keep going. Don’t think.

Tartaglia’s hips stutter and he moans loudly, filling you with his load. He pulls out of you with heavy breaths. Immediately, Dottore takes his place. He was much rougher. Abusing your hole. Each thrust shoves you forward. Hard smacks landed on your ass, making you cry out.

Scaramouche cums again and finally withdraws. A pink dusted his face and he walked back to the couch. Your arms nearly felt too weak to hold your top half up.

Heavy footsteps walk around you to your front. Pierro. He shoots a look to Dottore who calms down for just a moment, making you feel relieved. Pierro gently guides your mouth to take him. You suckle on him, doing your best to fit him in your mouth. Dottore returns to his rough pace from before. This time the first Harbinger doesn’t stop him. In fact, he seems to enjoy you jerking forward from Dottore’s handling.

When they both cum, you fall to the floor.

Yet, Pantalone waved you over. You weakly crawled over to him. He helped you up and back on his lap. He thrusted up into you. Pushing you into the air and pulling you back down over and over again. Tears leak from your eyes. Until finally he finishes too.

You lay on him. Exhausted. Warm tears still pour out of your eyes. Overwhelmed, but not knowing what to do. Things wouldn’t go back to normal again, would they?

#kinktober #kinktober 2022 #tw:dubcon #tw:noncon #pantalone x reader #dottore x reader #childe x reader #tartaglia x reader #scaramouche x reader #pierro x reader #genshin smut #smut

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 7 months

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AITA for having an alter come out around my friend and making him uncomfortable?

This is going to require some context, so bear with me. I (23M) am diagnosed with DID. My family has been aware of it since I was around 6-7, we figured out exactly what it was around age 13, but I only began being open about it at age 20/21 due to a bad experience the first time I told a friend in my mid teens. This openness has been pretty gradual - I told my partner first, then my college, my counsellors, then some of my closest friends both IRL and online. This included my friend K (28M).

K and I have been friends since I was 14 and he was 19 after meeting via online RP, so a full decade, and we’ve talked pretty much every day since. We’ve met in person a couple of times over the years, though we’re both pretty busy and we live different countries so no more than that. He’s been super supportive of me since I told him, making sure to individually accommodate alters when he encounters them, and gets along in particular with one alter I’ll call E. E is probably the most ‘active’ alter (behind myself if I count), and is usually the one people first meet and speak to most often once they know. He’s very friendly and outgoing, the worst trait he has is that he’s been a little too blunt/unfiltered at times and hurt feelings which is always resolved quickly.

Also relevant to this is another alter, P. He is what’s called a persecutor - essentially an alter that harms the body and/or system in general for whatever reasons they may have. One way he has always done this is by trying to sabotage our friendships/relationships by telling them things I feel or think that I don’t, arguing with them/insulting them, playing on their worries, etc. It’s obviously unacceptable and something we’ve been trying to work on in therapy, but he’s very resistant to changing so it’s not always helpful.

K knows about P and has interacted with him a fair amount.

A while back, I asked K if we could meet up as it had been a while and I missed hanging out. We ended up arranging for us to travel to London together, stay at a hotel for a few days, and watch a musical while we were there. I was a little worried about another alter coming out while I was with him, because we’ve never been together longer than a day and a night, and I wasn’t sure how well he’d take it if a switch happened in person rather than online. I brought it up to him as a concern and he said it was completely fine, that he was prepared for it and wouldn’t be freaked out, etc.

I figured that the most likely alter to appear would be E, which wouldn’t be a big deal because they get along, so I accepted this. P is the only alter who’d potentially cause problems, and he hadn’t been active in several months, minus a couple of brief stints out, and while he was aware of the trip he had expressed zero interest in being part of it.

So cut to London trip. Everything’s going super well, we’re having a lot of fun, musical is great. The night after the musical, we decide to drink together in our hotel room. I have a mega high tolerance, but I know my limits pretty damn well, and I know exactly how much it takes me to get tipsy, Drunk, and black-out gone. I drank no more than usual and distinctly recall feeling completely fine, just a little buzzed and giggly like I usually am.

Flashcut to next morning. Can’t remember shit. Basically feels like I blacked out. I think this is weird because the amount I drank should not have been enough to cause that, but I DID drink and maybe nerves made me overdo it, so although I question it I end up writing it off. I notice K is a little quiet and doesn’t mention going out that day like we were sort of planning to, but I put it down to him being hungover and tired.

For the rest of the trip, everything’s fine. We’re hanging out as usual, he doesn’t act differently, he’s initiating hugs and affection, etc. I go home and see it all as a fun, successful time. We continue to message as normal from there.

Then weeks later, I wake up to a long message from him. The message basically said that while we were drinking on the trip, P had come out and had made him extremely uncomfortable. I asked him if anything had been done or said, and he said nothing in particular, but that knowing it was P made him feel unsafe and that it wasn’t a fun environment anymore. He told me that for the rest of the trip after that he’d been dissociating and feeing unsafe and that he didn’t know if he’s comfortable being my friend at all anymore, let alone meeting me again in person.

I was so caught off-guard that I couldn’t really process it because it felt so sudden to me and I hadn’t picked up on ANYTHING. I apologised Profusely, have been very very guarded around him since to ensure it doesn’t happen again even online as best I can, and I’ve been trying my best to work through it all and try to get more control over things with my psychiatrist.

At the same time however this has really thrown me off-kilter. I feel like I can’t be trusted to go out and do things, maintain friendships, meet people, without being unsafe to be around or having P ruin it. This is a decade-long friendship almost wrecked (and likely irreparably changed) by ONE NIGHT. I’m kicking myself for all the things I could have done differently - avoided the trip, gotten a separate hotel room, not drank - and I feel incredibly guilty and irresponsible, but I also feel so run-down and frustrated and depressed, because I can’t do basic human shit without this ruining it. Part of me is lost because he knew about this being a possibility, and explicitly told me it was fine. But I can’t blame him for reacting badly the first time he’s there for it in person either, especially because it wasn’t someone either of us expected. But am I going to need to go the rest of my life always watching myself around people and never letting my guard down and never letting myself relax or have fun in case a switch happens? I just don’t know. It was the first time in so long I’d just had fun and it resulted in this. It’s basically made me feel like a ticking time bomb and like every relationship I have is at risk of being ruined overnight if I relax at all.

AITA for agreeing to a trip and sharing a room when I knew a switch was a possibility and not taking into account that it could be someone who’d cause issues? Should I have taken more precautions?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Sibling Shuffle: The LaLinde Family!

Here’s the LaLinde family! I looked at the concept art a lot with these guys lol

(I have no one to look over all my stuff IRL & I accept constructive criticism) (my ref. for Tempo’s armor had some weird shadows & I don’t think it looks right but at this point it’s fine)

This honestly took less time than I expected. Really surprised at how well I managed to copy Dr. LaLinde’s pose from her first appearance… anyway

Since there wasn’t much we were shown of Vesper Woman, I had to fill in a couple of gaps (and by that I mean a lot of them). We know she is supposed to annoy Tempo into experiencing emotions, and we know her job… but not much else. She didn’t even have a civilian name / design, and I don’t know if she was supposed to get one later on… so yeah this is what I’ve got for her! I’m really happy with her hair. I think it looks fun :)

As with Piano before her, Dr. LaLinde’s purple hair stood out too much from the rest of the cast. I felt a little guilty because it’s a pretty unique character feature & I already made Piano’s hair change, so she gets to keep a streak of purple.

Tempo gets a dress the same length as her original pencil skirt, but it more closely resembles the concept art for her civilian design. I don’t really have a reason other than I like her concept art outfit & because I can

WARNING: this is a VERY long post. I ramble a LOT.

Lore under the cut!

Around the time that Blues attempted to run away, Dr. LaLinde began work on her own robot child, Tempo. Tempo was created as a “child” more than a “tool” (much like the Light kids). Tempo was, like many kids, cheerful and full of energy.

Assuming the ARTS Convention is a yearly event, I’m going to say Tempo met Blues at one of those. Blues isn’t very comfortable in a crowded area, so he was already a bit thrown off when Tempo ran up to him all excited to meet another robot like her. It took a little bit for him to adjust to her enthusiasm, but they were pretty fast friends :)

Unfortunately, then Tempo was caught in a cave-in later that year, which basically destroyed her. Dr. LaLinde rebuilt her, but when it came time to restore her IC chip, she hesitated. She had lost her daughter once; was she willing to risk going through that again? And she had built Tempo with human-level emotions, who’s to say she wouldn’t end up traumatized? So, she set the IC Chip in a drawer in her desk, where Tempo’s personality and emotions sat until after the next ARTS Convention.

There are a few minor changes to how their reconciliation storyline goes from there. Tempo doesn’t forgive Dr. LaLinde immediately - she’s a little hurt that her mother let her stay dead for longer than was necessary. But she’s a very forgiving person, and makes an effort to trust and forgive Dr. LaLinde again, especially once they actually have an actual conversation about it.

Vesper Woman - who I’m giving the Civilian Name of "Rhythm" (because why would one sibling just. not have a personal name?) - was still created around MM4, (partially) to help Tempo restore her personality & emotions fully. I didn’t really change anything about her, more expanded on what there was already, which was not a lot but. she was literally introduced in the second-to-last issue so what can ya do.

She met Rock while he was trying to come to terms with the fact that he had been working for the bad guy. She tried to get him to cheer up a little, then brought him back to Geoworks HQ when he mentioned needing some help. And the other LaLinde’s recognized him (because they had been alive for longer than a week lol)

#sibling shuffle au #mega man au #mega man classic #my art #Lore #tempo lalinde #Dr. LaLinde #Dr LaLinde #Vesper Woman #Vesperwoman #quake woman #quakewoman #megaman #archie megaman #Rhythm LaLinde #I’m taking criticism & suggestions (especially on Rhythm’s stuff & the designs)#(Idk when I’ve tweaked too much please let me know)

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our-marvel-universe · 1 year

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Pairing: Jake Jensen x reader

Warnings: Non - just fluff

WC: 1.7k

Summary: You and Jake work together and you're really good friends…but you've never met IRL.

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“So…” Missy looks at you raising an eyebrow

“So what?” you ask as you scroll through your inbox

“Next week is the big day, what are you going to wear!?”

You turn your head giving your friend your full attention.

“What are you talking about?”

“Your long distance work buddy. He starts Monday” your best friend smirks into her coffee cup as you shake your head in disbelief.

“No, no he doesn’t start for another 2 weeks!”

“Nope” she says, exaggerating the P, “Change of plans, they asked him to move up his start date so he would be settled in before all the upgrades next month. Which your boyfriend will be heading up.” Miss adds with a smirk. You’re in such shock you don’t even stop to correct her.

“Lucky for you, your best friend works in HR and can keep you in the loop about these things” Missy is smug as she gives you a wink but you don’t even notice your brain is moving a mile a minute trying to process all this information. He’s going to be here MONDAY. There is only 1 weekend standing between you and…

“Ohh” Missy says, dropping her voice down to a whisper “by the way I reviewed the policies and the two of you are good to go. You can bang as much as you want, although if you bang in the office try not to get caught, the paperwork will be a nightmare for me!”

“Oh my, Missy!” You say slapping her arm “cut it out. Seriously. Last thing I need is for him to think I’m some pervert before he even gets settled in!” You scoff.

Missy, naturally ignores your scolding and continues on her matchmaking mission for you and a certain IT associate.

“Do you think he’s cuter in person? I bet he’s cuter in person” She muses.

“Well I wouldn’t know. I don’t even know what he looks like.” You say trying to calm your internal turmoil.

“Oh I’m well aware I can’t believe you haven’t looked him up I mean you aren’t the slightest bit curious as to” You cut her off before she can finish that thought.

“I can’t believe he starts next week. More importantly I can’t believe he didn’t tell me!?” I mean why wouldn’t he tell me?”

“Ohh come on, it’s understandable.” Missy says in an attempt to comfort you. I mean he is very busy with a cross country move. He probably forgot. Or figured you’d find out I mean” Missy says as she puts a hand on your shoulder. “The important thing is the guy you’ve been crushing on forever will be working a mere few feet away where you can drool over him in person. Think of how much more vivid your fantasies will be once you see him in person. You can tell a lot about a man from his walk you know.” She says wiggling her eyebrows.

You slap her hand off you and attempt to hold back your laugh, lest you encourage her. How someone with a mouth as filthy as hers ended up in HR you will never know.

Jake. Jake Jensen will be here in person with you in just a few days. You will finally get to lay eyes on the man you’ve been crushing on for the past 6 months.

You and Jake both worked for the same company, a startup based out of Boston. You work at the office although a lot of your coworkers work remotely from all over the country, including Jake.

You were first introduced to him 6 months ago when you were having technical problems and he helped you, virtually of course. When you called for help you were lucky enough to have him answer. From the moment you heard his voice you were completely enamored with him. The two of you immediately clicked and not too long after you found yourselves talking outside of work.

You and him have really gotten to know each other. What started as emails and slack messages eventually turned into texting and talking on the phone late into the night. As much as you liked him, you never brought it up, afraid of not only the “we work together” conundrum but there was also the we live 2,000 miles apart issue. So you let your feelings grow, but never bothered to say anything to him.

Then a month ago he told you the big news. He was relocating to Boston to be closer to his sister and her kids, which meant he’d be able to work right out of headquarters with you. When he first told you, your heart soared at the possibilities. Being able to see him talk to him face to face, the thought was too much. You are already so smitten with him! And it’s easy over text but…in person..you’re afraid you’ll freeze up.

Or worse what if he’s not how you imagined? You could have built up this amazing man in your head but what if the real one falls flat? Or worse what if he’s as great as you imagine but he doesn’t like you the way you like him. There are way too many variables. Maybe it would just be better if he stayed where he was!

But that is not an option. No matter what you want he is on his way here. Hell he’s probably already here in the city unpacking his stuff right now. Your heart picks up at the idea he may be near you.

It’s first thing Monday morning and your day is already awful. You changed outfits 6 times. Yes 6. 4 times last night and then twice more this morning. Despite the cute fit you are wearing you feel a wreck. You were tossing and turning all night, only to fall asleep only moments before your alarm went off. Then to make matters worse, you spilled your coffee, not on your outfit thank god, but still no coffee for you. You didn’t have time to stop for another cup since you were already cutting it close on time.

You are rushing into the building determined to not be late. You completely miss the handsome man in glasses at the front desk trying to check in.

Missy finds you in the break room attempting to make a cup of tea and is kind enough to let you vent over your terrible weekend and even worse morning.

“Seriously Missy, this day could not possibly get worse and it’s not even 930am. Maybe I should just call it and head home.” you sigh. “I don’t have any meetings scheduled today. I’ll just tell Carly I’m not feeling well and do the rest of my work from home”

"Do it. Take care of you…" You love Missy. She may be a little vulgar and definitely NSFW but she was always so supportive of you.

Firm in your decision. You’re headed back to your desk to write up a quick email to your boss and then head out.

Turning the corner you slam into what you assume to be a brick wall someone added to the office over the weekend, leading you to drop your drink and fall onto the ground.

You vaguely hear an “ohh God” through your haze as you try to not completely lose your shit. Looking down you take deep breaths through your nose as you push your tongue into the roof of your mouth in an attempt to keep the tears at bay.

“Oh my god I am so sorry are you alright!?”

The person you bumped into crouches down in front of you and you are completely taken aback.

Turns out the man who made you drop your second beverage of the day was rather handsome and his beautiful blue eyes were trained right on you.

After triple checking you were ok the man you bumped into ran to get some napkins. He insisted on helping you clean up.

You’re sure he’ll be back in a moment but before he arrives you see Dave from HR walking towards you.

“Hey what happened here?”

“Ohh there was a bit of an accident. I bumped into someone but he’s going to get paper towels now.”

“Ohh man ok well I was just looking for, Ohh Jake there you are!”

You turn and see your mystery man walking towards you, paper towels in hand.

“Ohh, hey Dave, sorry I was headed down to find you but..” Jake tapers off while gesturing between you, him and your spill.

“It’s totally fine man. Take your time, no rush! Maybe once you two are done cleaning up and Jake is ready maybe you can show him back to my office?” Dave says, looking directly at you.

“Ughh yeah, sure” You reply. Your over tired and under caffeinated brain is trying to make sense of everything that’s happening. As you are slowly trying to make sense of things you turn to Jake and see him sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck before he looks over at you.

“Guess I forgot to introduce myself. I'm Jake, Jake Jensen, IT. I mean I work in IT.” He says sticking out his hand for you to shake.

You can’t believe it, this is Jake your Jake and he is so handsome and…shaking your head you remember your manners. Shaking his hand you introduce yourself. Jake’s face lights up as soon as you say your name. The two of you stand there holding hands for longer than necessary before you recover and remember to separate.

You grabbed some paper towels from him and you both start to clean up.

“You know this is not how I envisioned our first meeting…” You confess.

“I know,” Jake replies “I didn’t think it’d be so easy to sweep you off your feet.”

You laugh out loud at his super lame pick up line. Although you have to admit that line along with that blush has you crushing even harder on your newest coworker.

A/N - what did you think of these 2? I have been toying around with this fic for a while and there could possibly be a part 2... leave a comment and let me know what you think!

#jake jensen #jake jensen x reader #jake jensen fluff #Jake Jensen fic #Kes Writes

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stealthsuitdeku · 8 months

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I kinda wanted to share a few thoughts on why I think All for One possibly was a university professor, mostly because it’s a seemgly small thing but I think it adds interesting layers to him and possibly give us an idea on how his rise to power might have been so… here we go ^^’

1- The place where his last battle with the 2nd OFA user took place

Now, this was the detail about him that first set off this whole speculation train of though: as it was pointed out by @nakamafor on twitter isn’t any random place but rather the University of Tokyo.

Despite most of it being destroyed we can still make out that the walls of the Takeda Auditorium behind them, and the buildings around are also set in the same layout as the University of Tokyo

(kinda like they also noticed that the place being bombed for having people who oppose AFO also seems to be a irl place)

Now it seems that a lot of detail was included to this brief panel, true, but is it enough to conclude that AFO has any connection to this place? Was it just a coincidence that the battle took place in here?

2- Sensei

One of the most defining things about AFO that we know of is that he plays a role of a mentor, an autority, a Teacher. This was ever since his introduction, before we even knew about his connection to the noumus or to One for All

Also it is not unsual for him to go on long spiels and infodumping, it’s the role he seems most confortable with

3 - Ujiko

Ujiko’s backstory and the key event that brought him and AFO together was the article he released about the Quirk Doomsday theory, where he was the one to first speculate about the possibility that, as quirk evolves, they could reach a sincularity where there would be no way for control them or wield them in any way

Notably amoung his circle of academics he was widely rejected and the theory was met with disdain with everyone other than AFO. This was Ujiko’s side but what about AFO?

If anything this fact seems to demonstrate that AFO is acquainted with academic circles, and he paid close attention to studies regarding quirks. So it wouldn’t be a surprise if he belonged to theses spaces as a member, possibly as a professor.

4 - Boku

Now, we know that throughout the manga AFO and Izuku share many similarities and have many parallels.

Most notable is their affinity with quirks and using them by creating a combination

One of those similarities is that they both, in the japanese version use “boku” to refer to themselves in the first person. Which mean that “my hero academia” could apply to both of them, this story could be the one of the rise of the OFA user or the story of the greatest viilain, All for one.

In a way, this specific parallel is a mean to tie the plot, both how things started and how they will end. In one academy, rose of the Greatest villain, from another academy (UA) the greatest Hero of All time will rise along the people he saved and inspired, in order to defeat this Villain.

#bnha #bnha theory #bnha spoilers #one for all #all for one #izuku midoriya #I was trying to organize my thoughts for a while so sorry for the delay ^^'#this theory isn't mine it was built over through various twitter contributions #but I wanted to share some of it with other fans #mha #mha theory #ofa #afo

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Spider-Man: Across the Spider-Verse: I may have activated my own trap card

Spoilers for a movie that's two months old and also out on home release.

So, Miles, Gwen, Pavitr (Spider-India), and Hobie (Spider-Punk) all seem to have modern left-wing politics, though Gwen's got edited out. Hobie's introduction specifically says he hates "fascists", which carries over from the original comics.

By the time Hobie came around, I assumed he was just another poser, cooler than the hero rival character, expressing generic leftie politics, and his punk ethos wasn't sincere.

Which is exactly what the writers wanted me to think.

Not only is Hobie perfectly sincere about being anti-authoritarian, but he's been helping Miles since before they even met. He's been blatantly stealing junk from the Spider Society to build his own universe-jumping watch, and disguising it as petty vandalism.

He even tries to talk Miles out of trying to join the Spider-Society before the reveal that Miles himself is an anomaly, and the SS (geddit?) tries to detain Miles.

When Hobie says he's against authoritarianism, he really means it.

Speaking of the left-wing politics, Miles has a "#BLM" pin on his bag. It's very visible while he sits next to his dad.

Who's a cop.

(TANGENT: A few years ago, someone drew a stupid, very bad comic where Spider-Man (Peter Parker) was a) black, b) hated cops, and c) assaulted and subdued riot cops when they asked him for help.

That the comic didn't even show the riot cops were wrong. We were just supposed to assume they deserve to be left to the mercy of an angry mob.

Also, in this comic, Uncle Ben was killed by a cop, not a random thug who Spidey could've stopped but chose not to. Which makes me wonder how that would shake out.

It's kind of weird for someone to look at a character who's about personal responsibility to an unhealthy degree, and use him to express their collectivist anti-cop terrorism fantasies. That, or they didn't think through their fantasies.)

During Spider-India's opening, Miles says "I love Chai Tea!" And Pavitr goes on a rant about how "Chai" means "tea". Later on, The Spot says he's been on a "journey of self-discovery", and Pavitr basically says he's racist.

Which is a tad ironic, because Spot is literally white. And also because Pavitr is the one making the racist assumptions.

And I personally go to a church - in England - that has a lot of non-white non-British people. Mostly Africans. And me, of course. I wonder if any Asians ever went on a journey of self discovery to South London.

And I don't just mean as a cab driver.

"Wait, SYABM, didn't you move to the UK for self-discovery?"

W-well, yes, partially.

Aside: I made the mistake of watching a Youtube video with the Chai Tea joke, and then I looked at the comments.

One guy said "tfw when Twitter users write a movie". An idiot (with much more upvotes) said "bro out here wanting blatant racism in movies".

...When the whole point of the joke is that the racism is not blatant.

It's only "blatant" if you're insufferably Twitterized. There are loads of redundant phrasings in English, like "ATM machine", and words often shift when they're adopted from other languages.

Also, "I dislike this joke" is not the same as "I want racism in this movie", when the "racism" in the movie is only there so it could be mocked.

One of the issues with putting real world movements in worlds that are drastically different - it's one of the main selling points of the franchise - is that it may seem odd that those movements exist in very similar form to the IRL version.

For example, Miles supports BLM in both his video game, and this. Which makes me think "did Trayvon Martin get shot in Florida? How about Mike Brown? Wouldn't the existence of supervillains throw things into a new perspective?"

Did I mention the giant George Floyd-style "REST IN POWER" mural to Miles' dead uncle? I cringed at that in the Wakanda Forever trailer, and I rolled my eyes at it here.

Floyd wasn't a saintly martyr, he was an unlucky violent thug.

Also, Aaron was a supervillain killed by another bad guy who nearly destroyed the city, not a cop.

Also, this is at a party to celebrate how Miles' dad is about to be promoted. Assuming Floyd died and the 2020 protests/riots also happened in Miles' universe, then it seems a tad tasteless to have a mural inspired by an anti-cop movement overlooking it, even if the party is not full of cops.

Spider-India lives in "Mumbattan".

The people who settled the Manhattan area were originally Indian. But the other type of Indian. The Indians we're not supposed to call Indians anymore.

The name "Manhattan" is even Native American.

The first permanent settlement was Dutch. Then the English got it. I guess the English could've shipped Indians to the other side of the world and eventually ceded the area to them, or maybe in this world India was a world-conquering superpower and Mumbattan is the result of...importing Native Americans?

Which would make Pavitr's complaint that "the British stole all of our stuff and put it in their museums" seem a tad hypocritical.

Of course, since I wrote all that, someone reminded me that Pavitr explicitly says the joint is in India.

"SYABM," you say, "you're overthinking this."

Yes, I am. Because the filmmakers didn't think it through. If you want to use ha-ha-funny to make a serious point, you invite examination of that point.

Miles (as Spidey) now works with his dad, though he disguises his voice. At one point, Miles tells his father that men bottle up mental health issues.

This is true (and ironic, considering Miles is hiding who he is from Jeff), but it's not the first time I've seen some progressive work try to address men's issues in an very awkward way. At least here, it's played for comedy.

Also, seems a tad hypocritical coming from a guy who wears a "#BLM" pin in the presence of his cop father.

Also, if you work the timeline, that would mean Miles was about 7 or 6 when BLM started. Which means he's gone most of his life knowing nothing else.

There was a controversy over a "protect trans kids" trans flag in Gwen's room, which was apparently edited out.

IMO, it seems a tad strange for a girl who feels estranged from everyone in her world to join a social movement, but what do I know? Maybe it was there before then.

Some people came to the extremely logical conclusion that Gwen herself is trans. Even though she's distinctly physically feminine and possibly too young for puberty blockers depending on Earth 65′s laws.

Like the "oh great, it's Liv" shippers, people are reaching really hard to see what they want to see.

Some people have said that Gwen's issues with her dad and herself seem awfully similar to the issues LGBTQIA2S+ kids go through.

Gee, it's not like, y'know, feeling estranged from one's family is a common theme in fiction about teenagers and superhero, and the whole "superpowers = minority" thing has been done to death for most of the past century.

Perhaps most notably - and clumsily - in X-Men.

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I'm not saying this wasn't the intended subtext. I'm saying if it was, it would just be really, really cliche.

There's this recurring theme of people telling miles "how [his] story is supposed to go".

When he's at a meeting with his parents and his guidance counselor, the lady says his story of being a black-Latino son of an immigrant would sound great in the college application letters. His mom is a tad miffed, given that they're a) solidly middle class, and b) as a Puerto Rican, she considers herself American.

Miguel (Spider-Man 2099) doesn't want Miles in the multiversal council of Spiders, because Miles was bitten by the radioactive spider from a different universe. Which is why his local Spider-Man died, and the spider's home dimension has no Spider-Man.

Also, Miguel is fixated on "canon events". The idea that there are certain things, especially tragedies, that have to happen to Spiders, or their entire universe falls apart.

And he knows this, because he tried to take over for a version of him that got shot dead by a thug. Tried to raise his daughter.

And he watched as the universe collapsed in front of him.

So he's projecting his own guilt onto Miles, a tad.

According to TVtropes and other sources, this was actually about the people who didn't accept Miles as a replacement Spidey, possibly out of racism.

Yeah, that's real hard-hitting topical meta-commentary about a character who debuted 12 years ago. 8 years when the first movie came out.

I'd also like to point out that despite stereotypes of comic book fans, certain minority successors to banner superheros have been fairly well-received. Like Jaime Reyes, or Cassandra Cain.

(Note: I wrote that before the Blue Beetle movie came out. And flopped.)

And, of course, loads of people like Miles specifically because he's a minority Spidey, which is also racist, just from the other direction. In fact, a lot of his fans seem to forget the "Latino" part of "Afro-Latino". From what little I've seen of Miles early comics, they did actually put strong emphasis on his race.

I also suspect the filmmakers may be misinterpreting the usual successor knee-jerk reactions

as racism. If you're using an established brand name for your new hero, you're creating some expectations.

Also, you know the most popular meme about regular Spidey that I see? That Marvel's writers just keep making him suffer and don't want him to actually develop. Which would kinda make Marvel closer to Team Miguel than Team Miles.

Miles also gripes that Miguel is letting "some algorithm" tell him what to do. While I agree with the sentiment, I'd like to point out that, again, Miles supports BLM.

A movement popularized by an algorithm.

A movement made up of narratives and assumptions.

A movement which has never proven a single incident was because of racism.

During the big chase scene, we see a Spider girl in a wheelchair, aka Sun-Spider. She's from the comics. Same initiative that gave us "Web-Weaver".

Who is, of course, an extremely effete gay fashion designer Spidey. I kinda like his outfit, though the Spider-eyes with eyelashes is a little too far.

And Sun-Spider seems exactly like a character a stereotypical 90s executive and focus group would come up with. Down to the backward baseball cap.

(Turns out she's Dayn Broder's actual Spider-Sona.)

Also, while I was looking up that one black and white Spider who said "nowhere to run" (Metro-Spider, played by record producer Metro Boomin [/sic]), I found out that Aunt May's full name is "Maybelle", not just "May". TIL.

There's a bit of a double standard with this version of Spider-Woman, who's black and pregnant. -People in the movie - including Peter B - regularly point out how Peter B endangering his infant daughter Mayday by taking her along with him. But for some reason, nobody says a word about Jessica, who's an active-duty stunt-biking superhero.

Even regular motorbiking can be dangerous for pregnant women.

In fact, the movie portrays this as heroic and impressive. When Gwen sees Jess is preggos, she asks if Jess can adopt her.

Not to mention the whole "afro and hoop earrings" thing, which seem like a bad idea for a type of hero who often gets into melee combat, even with Spider-Sense.

Yes, I'm aware that female heroes, including the Spider-Ladies, often have exposed hair. It's a genre convention. Incidentally, it was nice to see Batwoman wore a detachable decoy wig in the comics. Some bad guy tries to grab it in a fight? It comes right off.

Also, Jess doesn't have much actual character.

Being pregnant is not a character trait. In fact, her only real traits are basically "cool but stern sassy mentor", to contrast with Peter B. -Incidentally, someone on TVtropes pointed out the double standard. And when I saw the page again, a page-camper had deleted it, with no explanation.

Guess they couldn't stand someone pointing out the flaws of their waifu.

(One) Spider-UK in this movie is Muslim. I know she's Muslim because she wears a Spider-themed headdress. Note that regular Marvel 616 has a muslim lady Spider-UK, but her name is Zarina Zahari and she doesn't wear a hijabi.

(Also, she could be mistaken for Ms. Marvel.)

ms marvel.jpg

You might be thinking "wait, isn't a headdress impractical in a melee fight? Doesn't it give your enemy something to grab?" Yes, it is.

But so are Jess's earrings, afro, and being pregnant, so clearly there's a lot of artistic license going on.

Maybe it's partially tearaway, like Batman's cape.

I gotta wonder about the religious rules of wearing a head covering over a mask that *already* covers your entire head. Did she go see her imam and go "Okay, I have a really weird question..."

Come to think, Spidey is usually slim, but a lot of lady Spideys in this movie seemed to have wide hips. Including muscular ladies. Kris Anka's concept art goes really hard on wide hips. I don't know why. Stronger, faster character reads during the big chase?

I guess Spiders could be expected to have strong legs.

BOTTOM LINE:

I liked the movie overall, though the progressive bits made me roll my eyes a little. I...want to see the third one, with reservations.

#tvtropes #spiderman #character design #movies

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u can only pick ONE character from your blog (that isn’t anakin) to get freaky with for 24 hours. who are you picking?

gotta be hayden christensen by a long shot. sure he’s a real person and i’m not impeding on his rights. but the character on my blog, the character in my head, the characterization i had to make up for him bcos i’ve never met him irl and would never know him intimately?… hayden christensen by a long shot.

preferably rots era bcos i think that would be the most fun and also my taste for old men irl has been ruined by a hot waiter that looked like rdj at one of first real jobs at a restaurant. and out of the other characters i write for i think he’d be the least likely to a) trauma dump b) cry c) ruin it with his own kinks he doesn’t know how to introduce verbally and just springs them on me. which all three have happened to me before with sex partners during actual sex

also out of everyone i think he’d be the nicest without having some sort of medical condition i’d have to account for. for example clay beresford’s heart condition. it wouldn’t impede me tbh but if i’m going for pure fantastical non-anxiety inducing 24 hrs? i wouldn’t be able to handle clay. i would think he’s gonna have a heart attack every 5 seconds.

he’d probably have his own apartment/house, full bed set/bed frame, and a car. which hits the trifecta on a guy that’s considered put together, capable, and independent. all things that would be hot as fuck to me enough to keep me interested for 24 hrs.

#loved this ask btw #indy shoots the shit #thanks for the msg!!#anon #ch: hayden

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azul meeting someone in a dream that loves and comforts he alot, started tryna to sleep n stuff to see them more often one day met the person irl but the next time he looks for them they never appeared bc theyre just a figment of his imagination or sumn <////3 idk king i was just listening to a song and ya

Azul's Dream

Okay so I got carried away and made this into something different, Reader is called Yuu, Gender Neutral, Yuu is a Magicless Human in dreamworld, I tried not to give Yuu too much story but they do have parental figures they refer to. Combined 2 reqs in one here for praising Azul!!

Synopsis: Ever since he was a kid, Azul wished for a friend. One day, he started to dream a wonderful dream of Yuu. Yuu was always a friend in his dream, however as he got older, he assumed you were fake, imaginary. Imagine his surprise during orientation.

Another awful day of school. Another day of humiliation. You fat octopus. You stupid nerd. You crybaby.

Azul retreated into his octopus pot, hiding away for the night. Once he was sure everyone was asleep, he wept. He was so lonely. All he wanted was a friend. Someone who he could talk to. Someone who wouldn’t make fun of him.

"Why do they have all these friends and I dont have one? It’s not fair… All I want is one friend…” Azuls sobs continued until he fell asleep, crying.

***

“Hello? Hellooo? Are you okay?”

Azul’s eyes fluttered open, squinting as he looked around. Just where was he? Azul looked around from where he rested his head. He was no longer in his octopot much to his horror. Furthermore, he seemed to be curled up in the fetal position out in the open ocean. It’s like he was begging to get eaten. Azul jolted up from the white sand, wincing at the sun that shone directly in his face. Was he in the shallows? Why was it so bright, and empty?

“Woah!” Azul froze again, momentarily forgetting someone else was there. He was shaking. Were you here to laugh at him too? Apprehensively, he turned around, preparing himself mentally to hold back any tears. Opening his eyes he saw… a human? How were you underwater?

“Hi!” The child said, giggling. “I’m Yuu! And you are…?” Yuu stood over Azul with a bright smile on their face. He hesitated for a moment before shyly muttering out his name. “I… I’m Azul.” “Nice to to meet you Azul.” The human looked around them, eyes twinkling in fascination. “Woah… the waters sooo coool!”

A gasp makes him peek through his fingers as he sees Yuu standing over him, eyes wide. “Did you just change color?!” The kid beamed. “That’s so coool! How did you do that?!” Azul was taken aback for a moment, before uncurling himself. His tentacles shifted back to their normal color and spread out. “I um… I’m an octopus… and uh... we can change color to match our surroundings…” Why did he say that? Why did he tell them? They’re gonna laugh, call him a nerd! No one thinks of an octopus when they think of cool or mermaids. Yuu voice snapped him out of his self-deprecating thoughts.

Yuu waved their arms, allowing themself to float off of the sea floor, giggling the whole time. This was strange, creepy even to Azul and even more so confusing. Where was he? And what was a human child doing here? Azul had so many questions but was too scared to ask. What if you laughed at him or called him stupid? His inky body shifted color to match the white sand below him, trying to hide from everything. Azul put his hands over his face, hoping to disappear, this was just a weird dream or nightmare.

“You’re an octopus? Wait… Are you a mermaid?!” Azul swore this human couldn’t glow any brighter. “Woaah! We don’t have mermaids in real life! It’s sucks ‘cause I always thought it would be cool. Having fun at the beach and stuff…” Yuu ended up rambling and talking his ear off, asking him all kinds of questions about being a mermaid, ranging from innocent to ridiculous.

It was strange at first, then a warm fuzzy feeling washed over him. He was being treated as a person, a normal kid! Not the dumb, fat octopus everyone known him for. A wobbly smile rose to his face as he answered, the conversation trailing off into much more normal territory. What do you like to do? What’s your favorite dinosaur? What about your favorite color? Wanna play a game? How am I breathing underwater? Is it because its a dream? Such basic questions made Azul wanna tear up from joy that he’s being treated so normally…

But all good things come to and end, and this was no exception. “Aww man. I feel my body waking up… I don’t wanna go back to the real world! I wanna stay here!” Yuu cried out, shaking their body upsettedly. Azul frowned in realization that they are just a figment of his imagination, a dream and nothing more. It was still strange though, seeing how his dream was aware of it being a dream. Please don’t let this end so soon, please.

"Bye-bye Azul… I hope we can play again soon…” Yuu stretched out their tubby arms for a hug, one which Azul returned, wrapping them up with all his tentacles as well. “Can you promise me we’ll see each other again? Pleeease?” Azul stammered a bit, “I promise.” And with those words he woke up alone his octopot, tears running down his face.

***

Dream about a friend once, that’s just sad, have the exact same dream again, now this is weird. He honestly wasn’t expecting to see Yuu again, he was pleasantly surprised though. Azul woke up in the same shallow waters he was in before, a familiar voice calling to him.

“…end ….friend… Best friend!” Azul woke up to Yuu floating over him, air bubbles coming out of their mouth as their large-eyed looked at him with such comforting familiarity. “You’re awake! And you kept your promise! We can play again”

From there started a strange trend, one that he would take to his grave. He can’t imagine telling anyone about such pathetic dreams. However deep in his heart he loved it. He looked forward to every nap time and bedtime he got, if it meant to see Yuu again.

***

Not all dreams were good dreams. The bullies at middle school were especially mean today, and he hoped to sleep it all away. However, it seems that his torment follows him even here. Curled up in on himself and crying, Azul refused to look up. He say there on the sand as the other mer surrounded him, pointing and laughing. “He’s not even looking at us.” “He’s inking everywhere!” “He’s a crybaby, even here.”

“Please…” Please just leave him alone. Please please please please please. He just wanted to crawl up into a ball and die right now, maybe then will this all end. “What the fuck is wrong with you guys?! Leave him alone!”

Azul peeked through his arms to see Yuu, hands on their hips with a determined look on their face. “Azul is an amazing person, he’s cooler, smarter, and stronger than all of you! He’s better than all of you!” Azul wanted to hide even more. Great, now his one friend sees how much of a baby he is. He can’t even defend himself.

Azul froze when he felt arms wrap around him in a protective hug. “C’mon Azul, lets get out of here.” Azul allowed you to drag him away. It was a good thing that Yuu was in front of him, dragging him away, at least like this they wouldn’t see how pathetic he looked with inky tears rolling down his cheeks. The dream world was awfully blank, just shallow water and sun, where was he being led to? Yuu suddenly stopped, eyes closed, and concentrated hard. “…Yuu?”

Suddenly, a room rose up from sand, a blank white box with a simple door, smaller than most, perfect for a kid. “Hehe, I did it! I knew I can dream it up! In here...” Yuu twisted the doorknob and opened the door, pulling Azul in. Azul whimpered and choked back a sob along with his tears, which he wiped away. Looking around he found himself in a bedroom. The decorations and bed-size made it apparent that room for a young kid, perhaps a tween. His eyes ended up landing on the bed, in particular a cartoony octopus plush that lay on it.

Yuu tilted their head, and then their body relaxed in realization. “Oh him?” Yuu sat down on their bed, inviting Azul to sit with them. Azul sat, and hugged his tentacles to his chest. The human picked up the plushie and offered it to Azul. “Here, take it. I went to the aquarium recently and my parents got it for me. I found it near the octopus exhibits. He’s really squishy.” Azul took the plush, and examined it, taking note of the lopsided dent in it probably from all the affection it receives along with its cartoony eyes and smile.

The octopus held the plush close to him, squeezing it before burying his face in it and sobbing. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry!” Azul's cries were muffled by the plush. “Eh? What’re you apologing for, Zul?” Azul’s breath hitched. “I must look so stupid, crying like this! I’m just a stupid chubby crybaby that can’t do anything right! I can’t even stand up for myself and you… you had to do it for me!”

Despite the muffled cries, Yuu can tell their friend was in hysterics and gave a sad smile, even knowing he couldn’t see it. A warm hand laid on Azul’s back, rubbing it, their voice soft. “You have nothing to apologize for. It’s what friends do, plus those guys were real assholes. I'm sorry you had to go through that.”

Some time passed and Azul’s sobs dwindled. “There, see? Doesn’t it feel better now? I remember as a kid my parents would say that its okay to cry, ‘cause the quicker your done crying, the better your day can be. It takes a rainy day to know the sun or something like that…” Yuu trailed off and cleared their throat. Azul spoke up from the silence, voice croaky, “I ruined your plushie…”

Yuu let out a chuckle and wrapped an arm around Azul. “It’s okay, I can dream up a new one,” they said, examining the ink stained plush. “You know… I named this after you. Actually I’ve really been getting into marine life, especially octopi cuz of you.” “R-really?” The octopus’s voice was laced with hope and bewilderment. “Uh-huh. And also, I think you look nice. You’re pretty great just the way you are…” Azul held onto Yuu, all ten limbs squeezing tight as he buried his face in their neck.

"We can take as much time as you need.”

***

“Wait you guys have magic too?! Your world sounds so much better than mine. We don’t have anything! Heck, we don’t even have nice oceans, they all have plastic!” Azul chuckles a bit as Yuu pouted, finding how their cheeks puffed out to be endearing. “So uh… your ‘world’ doesn’t have magic?” The human shook their head.

“No! I wish it did! I wanna be a wizard like the ones from that one game I play!”

“Which game?”

“Wizard101!”

"I dont know what that is.”

“Oh I have an idea! You can teach me magic!” “Huh?!” Azul eyes widened as he stared at Yuu. “You’re really smart, you’re also really strong, and you know magic. That kinda makes you a wizard.” “I um…” Azul looked away flustered. You think he’s smart? And strong? He still wasn’t used to how kind Yuu was, surely they would have gotten bored of him by now.

“Yes. I will.” Azul felt bad about lying, if what they said was true about their world not having magic, even if this was a really realistic dream, you shouldnt be able to cast magic. For now however, he will teach his friend the theories. “You can only use magic in this world,” Azul would say, every spell Yuu would cast, however, came from him. It was worth it to see the smile on their face. He would continue this lie for many years to come.

***

“Do I look… good?”

“What are you talking about?”

“Ever since I started losing weight, I’ve got all these…” Azul gestured to the stretch marks on his stomach, barely visible due to the pigmentation of his grey skin.

“Nothing wrong with those, you know? Plus you’re losing a lot of weight, it’s gonna happen, wear ‘em with pride.”

“Is that so…” Azul frowned and sighed, crossing his arms in attempt to hide his form.

“Hey man, no need to hide it. Stretch marks are kinda cool. Free lightning stripes.” Yuu gor up from where they sat and waltzed up to Azul. “‘Sides they tell a story, and a really cool one at that.”

Azul huffed a bit before chuckling. “Thanks, Yuu.”

***

Many years have passed, and Yuu was still there in his head. Surely he would’ve grown out of it by now? Azul could hear the laughter of others already. The crybaby still has his imaginary friend after all these years! How pathetic…

Maybe, just maybe, it was something. He hoped it was. Checking out a few books he began his research into strange dreams. Maybe they were something more. A spirit stuck in time. A kid who was cursed. Something. Maybe he can help Yuu, bring them here.

***

“Don’t you think it's time we, you know… grow up?” Azul looked away, not being able to meet their eyes.

“What do you mean? Aren’t we grown up already? You’ve even been in college for a bit now, right?” Yuu frowned, but in their eyes was genuine confusion. Such soft, kind eyes, ones that he could not bear to look at right now.

“I mean… I’ve been having this same dream ever since I was a kid and wanted a friend… I have some real ones now and have gotten older, I have no need for imaginary friends anymore, Yuu. I need to let you go” Self-sabatoging as usual, he never grew out of it.

“What? I…” Yuu’s eyes widened, searching Azul’s face for answers, before looking away and thinking. “I mean… I guess it has been odd that I’ve been in this dream for a while. But there’s nothing wrong with it right…?”

“Yes there is! I’m a young adult with an imaginary friend! Do you know how dumb that sounds? Plus you’re just in my head… And I think its time for you to let go too.”

Yuu’s eyes became watery, the tears floating to the surface. “I. Wow, okay… Uh…” Yuu chuckled in disbelief, “I never thought my imaginary friend would be breaking with up with me, especially after all this time…”

“For the last time, you’re not real! I made you up in my head when I was a sad, stupid kid that had no friends! I’m not that stupid, fat crybaby anymore! I’m grown up now, I don’t need to keep holding on to this.” Azul snapped, tears of frustration in his eyes, he turned around, refusing to look at you. “Goodbye, Yuu.”

“… So that’s how it is, huh? After everything? … I see. Goodbye, Azul…” Their voice cracked, “it’s been fun… so much fun…” Yuu crumbled and sobbed, a rare sight for both of them, usually, it was Yuu comforting Azul. Yet now, when Yuu needs it, Azul isn’t there. Azul’s tears fell down as he ignored the cries. Guilt and frustration built inside of him, he made the mistake of turning around instead of waking up.

… Yuu was gone. Azul stared, he was no longer in the shallow, bright ocean he was used to. It was just a void. Nothing. No sign of Yuu at all. This was for the best, he tells himself. You’re not a kid anymore. Yet he hopes to see Yuu again deep inside,

***

It has been a year, maybe two, since Azul has dreamt of Yuu. He should be happy, estatic even. He got what he wanted. He grew up. So why? Why was he so sad?

Pushing the thought away, Azul got ready. It was that time of the year when the entrance ceremony started. He must look perfect. Donning his robes, he began his makeup along with the welcoming party that would ensue. He was sure Jade, wouldn’t disappoint him.

***

“Where is the headmage?” a student spoke “Probably didn’t show up” another replied.

"Ahem! I was not late!” Headmage Crowley retorted, slamming the door open. “One student missed orientation, and because I am so kind, led them back here, now go. Everyone was waiting for you.” Crowley held onto a weird creature, struggling against its binds. “I have your familiar.”

The student huffed “It’s not mine, it was just there, I dont know whose it is!” Azul tensed up at the hooded figure’s voice. It sounded… familiar. The student walked up to the mirror, their hood now out of their face. They looked just like…

"State your name.”

"I am Yuu….” Azul's eyes widened slightly. No way. This had to be some crazy coincidence. You aren’t real.

“You’re soul is…” Please be Octavinelle. Please. “Unclear to me.” What? “You are not from this world, nor this dimension. Your soul is unreadable, therefore, no dorm suits you.”

“How is this possible?” Crowley demanded. “The carriage brought in a student from another dimension, never in all of my years…” He trailed off. The cat he held in binds spoke up, “Me! Let me take their place!”

Even the way they closed their eyes in annoyance was the same. When they opened, they locked eyes with Azul. A flash of familiarity came across their face as they turned to look at him. “… Azul? Is that you?”

Azul couldn’t help the expression that crossed his face, surprise followed by a forced calm as he presented his usual persona. It was them! It was really them! Things were gonna get much more interesting from here.

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #azul ashengrotto #azul ashengrotto x reader #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst #disney #disney x reader

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skz317cb97 · 2 years

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The Island

Changbin x female reader (e2l kinda)

Word count: 11.5k+(I literally have NO excuse)

Summery: You and your party were surrounded by water and trapped on an island with a hostile foe or as some people a bit less dramatic than you may say... you were "on holiday" with your best friends and well... Seo Changbin aka the hostile foe. So he wasn't a friend per say but you hoped to turn that around on this vacation get away on the island with the guys. Or... maybe not?

A/N: This is pure self indulgent filth. Strictly 18+ MDNI be warned and I hope you enjoy! If you do PLEASE! reblog, like, comment, leave some thoughts! I love talking and feed back! Warnings and smut below the cut!

Warnings: *takes deep breath* MDNI 18+ ONLY NSFW! Explicate sexual language/cursing, Pet names (pretty girl, beautiful, good girl etc.), oral (m&f recieveing), fingering, squirting, cum play/eating, a little breath play, slight Changbin dom/MC sub dynamic (kinda), bit of strength kink, bit of praise kink (both), hair pulling, (Changbin gets a little possessive but not in a violent or toxic way), unprotected piv sex (no no no don't do this IRL), cream pie. There is a lot but I think that's all? If I missed anything let me know and I will add it!

You weren’t sure exactly when things started taking a turn for you and Changbin. When you’d first met him through the boys it seemed like you would fall into a comfortable friendship like you had with the rest of the guys. At some point fairly early on though, a change started happening. First Changbin just became a bit more distant. You thought maybe he liked his space? So you tried to be accommodating and not smother him with your presence. I mean everyone has bad days and needs a little time to themselves. Right? But his distancing turned into ignoring and then he started to be kind of rude. If you were at the same gathering he did everything he could to avoid having to entertain a conversation with you alone and if he had to even so much as mingle in the same group as you he did so with animosity. You tried to do anything you could to smooth over whatever was going on between you and Changbin. You saw he could be a sweet caring guy with his family and how good of a friend he was to the guys, you could tell he was a caring person. You wanted to be someone he cared about too but the harder you tried to be his friend the more irritated he seemed to be with you and the more he would create this distance between you. He never said it outright but it seemed like for whatever reason Changbin just couldn’t stand you, hated you even.

Changbin wasn’t sure when things started changing either. If he had to try and pin point an exact moment it would probably be the first night you stayed over with the guys. It wasn’t an intentional sleep over. You had been watching movies and you accidently fell asleep on the couch. Instead of waking you the other guys just let you rest and went to bed when the movie ended. Changbin had also dozed off on the couch that night and when he woke up in the middle of the night he found you resting on his thigh, your hands tucked under your head. He thought you had to be the prettiest girl in the world when you were sleeping. It made his heart flutter and then he got flustered. He quickly and carefully went to get up and gently slid a pillow under your head so you wouldn’t be disturbed from your sleep by him moving. As Changbin was getting ready to go to his own room he looked back at you again to make sure you were still okay there on the couch by yourself. You had curled up and turned over after he’d moved you and the shorts you were wearing had ridden up. He could see the fleshy curve of your ass peaking out from the bottom of your shorts. His eyes followed the fitted fabric from that curve to the cut off just before your… his face flushed. He looked away quickly as if he was going to get caught doing something wrong. He wasn’t but Changbin made his way to his room quickly anyway. The fluttering of his heart had turned into full on pounding that he could feel all the way in his ears that were burning as red as his face. So if Changbin HAD to pick a point in time, he supposed that was probably when he started distancing himself and that’s just how things were now. You still tried to be friends with Changbin but no matter what, he just seemed to dislike you. Keeping that in mind you were more than a little apprehensive when Chan and the guys invited you on their annual trip to Jeju Island.

“It seems like a ‘just the boys’ thing. I wouldn’t want to intrude or make anyone uncomfortable.” You said and Chan scoffed.

“Please! You could never intrude, we all love you. It would be so much more fun if you came. Pleeeeeease?” You lifted your eyebrow at Chan. Challenging what he just said.

“You sure about that Channie? ALL of you love me?” Chan rolled his eyes. Even if Changbin wouldn’t admit it, Chan knew why he was always pushing you away. He wasn’t stupid.

“Changbin doesn’t count he’s an idiot and if he doesn’t like it he’ll get over it, he’s out numbered. Common Y/N it won’t be as fun without you.” Chan flashed you those big brown eyes of his and how could you say no to that.

“Okay okay stop with the puppy face, I’ll go if you are so instant on it.” Chan bounced in his seat, did his tiny clap, and laughed.

“I absolutely am. I’ll take care of everything just pack your sun screen and bathing suit. I’m springing for the rooms and I’ll take care of planning the rest! Well maybe pack a bit more than that, you know what I mean and trust me you won’t regret it Y/N! I promise.”

You should have known that those were the famous last words. There were too many moving parts Chan wasn’t in control of and it wasn’t a promise he could guarantee. That was how you found yourself in the predicament you were in now. It was the holiday season and the island was jam packed full of tourists vacationing. That meant your hotel was also packed. So packed in fact your room had been double booked. All of the boys had paired up to share rooms to make booking during holiday season a bit easier but when Chan had made reservations he was mindful of that fact that you may not be comfortable sharing with the guys. With that in mind he had booked you your own single room. While the sentiment was nice it was out the door as soon as the front desk told you there were no more rooms available in their hotel or ANYWHERE on the island. You would HAVE to room with one of the boys or you weren’t going to have a place to stay. You moved aside so that the hotel attendant could help the next person in line and you texted the group chat to inform them of your situation.

You nervously bit your lips as you waited back in the line to ask for a room key. Changbin was clearly not pleased with arrangements. Not that you could blame him. He’d paid for his room himself since he wasn’t going to share and now he had to share with you, probably the LAST person he wanted to have as a roomie. Once you had the card key in hand you made your way through the lobby, up the elevator and to the room you were going to be sharing with Changbin. You stood at the door a moment and braced yourself. Regardless of how he acted you decided to just go with the flow and try and be as pleasant as possible. Maybe this vacation on the island together would finally be what bridged this gap between the two of you. Maybe if you could take advantage of the alone time you’d get in the evening before bed you could bond and perhaps you’d be able to break down this wall of coldness he’s built around himself with you. You tapped on the door before inserting the key and walking in to give Changbin a warning you were entering. When you walked in Changbin was sitting, talking on the phone with you assumed one of the guys, probably Mr. ‘event planner’ Bang. When he realized you had walked in he looked at you for a moment, gave a brief reply to the person on the phone and then said good bye. Before you could say anything Changbin stood up and walked towards his open suit case on the bed and started looking through the clothes he’d brought. You stood there some what awkwardly for a second before he spoke to you.

“That was Chan hyung on the phone. He said he made reservations in the hotel restaurant for dinner tonight at 7.” You shook your head in understanding and set down your own suit case on the table, opening it to find something to wear.

“Make sure you wear something nice.” As usual Changbin was short with you, border line rude, as he grabbed the clothes he had chose to wear and headed towards the bathroom to get ready. It didn’t take too long for you to find the one nice dress you had packed. The go to little black dress. It hugged you in all the right places, showed TASTEFUL cleavage and stopped mid-thigh. It was sexy but left enough to the imagination. When Changbin came from the bathroom after a while you were taken back. He looked and smelled amazing. He was in dress slacks that were definitely doing his ass favors, a white dress shirt that was a little fitted. Enough to know he had a nice body underneath but not so small he was busting out of it. He had the top two buttons undone and a black one button blazer open over it. His hair was a bit wavy from him letting it just dry naturally after his shower it looked soft. He looked soft but then he had to ruin it by speaking.

“Go nuts.” He said shortly as he walked over and slid on his black leather oxfords. They had an alligator pattern embossed and a small silver piece on the top. With the simple suit and shirt the details of the shoes really set off the rest of his outfit. You thought about saying so to him as you tried to ignore his shortness with you and attempt to kill him with kindness but as soon as his shoes were on he fiddled with his cufflinks not speaking or making eye contact with you as he walked out the door and then he was gone. There was still quite a bit of time before dinner so you didn’t know why he was in such a hurry to leave but you tried to not dwell to much on Changbin’s attitude at the moment. There was a whole week to try and fix that mess. You didn’t have to try and do it all the first night there. So you gathered your makeup arsenal and started to get ready for dinner. Once your dress was on and your make up and hair was done you checked yourself out in the full length mirror.

“Not bad.” You said to yourself. You looked at the clock, 6:30. Perfect timing. You’d get to the hotel restaurant just a little early to meet the guys. You slid your simple black pumps on and you made your way down to the restaurant. You were a little surprised to see all the guys already there waiting on you. You had to make note of the date and time, all 8 men were EARLY to something. Amazing. Chan looked up and saw you first and let out a long drawn out whistle that prompted the rest of the guys to turn around and look at you wide eyed.

“Damn Y/N!” Felix shouted a little louder than you cared for and you blushed as you looked around to make sure no one was looking at you all. Changbin was behind some of the guys and being the shortest he didn’t see you at first. When he did he froze in place. How were you EVEN MORE gorgeous?! You’re make up didn’t cover your face as much as it drew attention to the finer details of your face. Your cheek bones, your defined brows, your beautiful eyes, your pouty red lips. Your hair fell around your face and on your shoulders, half up half down, slightly wavy and your dress. God your dress. Changbin’s eyes raked over your figure before he cleared his throat and looked away flustered and frustrated. Hoping no one noticed him starting as the rest of the guys continued showering you with compliments and praise. Finally Chan ushered everyone towards the restaurant for dinner. The food was amazing and the company of your friends even better. Changbin was being his typical distant self with you but he seemed to be enjoying his conversation with the boys around him so you just did the same and tried not to think about it. Every now and then you would look across the table and find him looking at you. Eyes narrowed and glaring and you wondered what you were doing to make him look at you like that. Were you being too loud? Was your laugh annoying? Or was he just not pleased you were on the vacation with them in general? When Changbin would notice you looking he’d quickly turn back to whatever conversation he’d been participating in before he’d fixated on you going back to ignoring your existence again. It was fairly late when you all finished with dinner and separated to go back to your rooms for the night. There was nothing left to do but follow Changbin to the room you shared. He opened the door, walked in and immediately kicked his shoes off before walking over by the bed.

“You can use the bathroom to get changed and cleaned up. I’ll just change out here.” Changbin was rummaging through his suit case again for pajamas and he actually sounded like maybe he wasn’t totally irritated with you in that moment. You smiled and shook your head and grabbed pajamas. As you picked through your clothing you regretted your choice in the sleep wear you had packed. You were usually a hot sleeper anyway so you tried to plan accordingly for the heat and humidity of the island when you packed. With that in mind and the fact you thought you’d be rooming alone you had brought mostly smaller night gowns, shorts and camisole tops, all of them silky materials, some trimmed with lace and others a tad more sheer than you would typically wear while rooming with a guy that was a…. friend? You decided your lace trimmed black camisole set would be the most modest of your choices although you’d barely call it so. The shorts were very little fabric and not much to speak of and the top had a some what plunging neck line. Still it was your best option out of what you had. So you grabbed it and your bathroom bag and went to wash up. You took your time getting cleaned up optimistic about the fact that, even though he hadn’t talked to you and had glared at you through the whole dinner, Changbin seemed to be not so curt with you just now. You decided you were in fact going to start to try and mend things during this one on one time with him tonight. If you do manage to have a break through tonight then maybe you ALL could have a great time on this trip together. You brushed your teeth, washed your face, and brushed and pulled your hair back into a ponytail. You finally got changed into your pajamas and lastly you spritzed your lavender sleeping body mist on and left the bathroom. When you finally came out Changbin was already in the bed. He was sitting up with his back against the head board. When he saw your silky, lacey, black pajamas he about went breathless. He had changed into a pair of grey sweats and a plain white under t-shirt while you had been in the bathroom and now HE too regretted his pajama choice as he felt himself start to get hard at the sight of your smooth exposed legs and the low dip of the lace trimmed camisole top that allowed a peek of the plushy soft skin of the top of your breasts. Changbin cleared his throat and adjusted in the bed trying to not be obvious that he was hiding half a hard on while he pretended to be absorbed with what was on his phone. Everything about you set him on edge and everything about you drew him in no matter how hard he tried to stop it. It was incredibly frustrating and he was reaching a boiling point. The air in the room was tense and awkward and he wasn’t expecting it when you finally spoke.

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked in that sweet voice of yours. He glanced at you and looked back at his phone just as quickly.

“No.” You sat on the bed. Your proximity closer, he could now smell your lavender body spray and he got physically dizzy by the scent of you. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath trying to calm his racing heart. You could see he was tense with you again. You bit your lip as you thought for a moment before you bravely spoke up again.

“We could play kart race-“ He cut you short.

“No. Let’s just call it a night and go to bed.” He said as put his phone on the charger and started to lay down. You tried to convince him. Of course you did. Your persistence and perseverance was one of the things he found endearing though he tried not to.

“Come on it could be fun why don-“ Changbin hastily cut you off this time. His voice was firm and his tone sharp. If he wasn’t trying so hard to push you away he’d find it admirable that you always tried to be kind to him despite him but right now it just made things harder for him. How sweet you always were, how beautiful you had been at dinner, how you looked and smelled so delicious as you sat next to him in those sexy silk shorts. Push her away was all he could think, keep the distance you’ve created god damn it. He couldn’t take it anymore. Push. He was in sensory overload, everything about you surrounded him. Push. Finally, so frustrated by it all he sat back up and snapped cutting you off. Push.

“Look! If you wouldn’t be left sleeping on a beach you wouldn’t be staying here with me okay?! Period. Let’s just go to sleep and STOP talking.” Changbin huffed and laid back down. You sat there shocked a moment. Okay. Yea he avoided you, didn’t like you even but he’d never been so outright with his hatred for you. So direct and blunt with his distain. It took you back. You gave a small nod.

“Okay Binnie.” Your words were practically a whisper. You laid down, pulled the covers over you, and turned over in the bed so your back was to Changbin. So he couldn’t see you. Then you buried your face in your pillow and started to quietly let the tears you could no longer hold back fall. You just didn’t understand what you did for him to hate you so much but clearly no matter what you did he didn’t like you and never would. You took a deep breath. You were willing yourself to calm down so that he wouldn’t notice you crying. So that he wouldn’t get more irritated with you than he already was and you just really didn’t want him to know you were hurt because it didn’t matter to him at least it seemed obvious to you that it didn’t. Your body betrayed you though and you softly sobbed when you took another deep breath in. Changbin laid there on his back, arms crossed over his chest, looking up at the ceiling. Frustrated, his brow furrowed and a scowl plastered on his face but when he though he heard you whimpering the crease in his brow started to soften. He turned his head looking at your back that was now facing him and he could see the subtle shudder of your shoulders as you tried to secretly cry quietly next to him. FUCK. He'd gone too far. He had gone too far and now he’d hurt you. He didn’t want to hurt you. That’s not what he was trying to do. He just wanted to keep the distance he’d been trying to build between you. He felt horrible that you were crying because of him, because of the way he’d been treating you. He turned towards you a bit and propped himself up on his elbow.

“Y/N? Are you crying?” You held your breath he still sounded upset. You didn’t answer hoping if you didn’t reply that maybe he would think you were already asleep. You had only just laid down so of course he didn’t. Changbin let out a heavy sigh and you thought you were making things worse. You tried to stop it. You tried to stop crying but you couldn’t. God you were just making it worse.

“Y/N? Seriously?” He was genuinely asking but to you he sounded so annoyed. You were annoying, he hated you, and now you were irritating him further by crying about it. You shrunk over further onto your side of the bed trying to make yourself as tiny as possible. Maybe if you were really quiet and made yourself small enough you wouldn’t bother him with your presence alone.

“I’m sorry if I’m keeping you up, I’ll try and keep it down so you can sleep Changbin.” Your voice came out just as tiny as you looked, curled up on your side of the bed as far away from Changbin as you could possibly be while still physically being on the bed. You sniffled as you took another deep breath trying and failing to get a hold of yourself. The more you tried to will the tears to stop the faster they came, soaking your pillow as they streamed from your eyes. He hated you and you didn’t know why and it hurt so badly and that you DID know why. You just couldn’t get a hold of yourself. Changbin sat all the way up in the bed still looking over at you.

“Do you think…is that what you think I’m trying to…ugh.” He pressed his fingers into his eyes. He was annoyed but now it was only at himself. For being such an asshole for so long. For making you think he didn’t care at all when in reality he cared very much, probably too much. He reached out and softly gripped your shoulder trying to comfort you. You weren’t expecting the contact and it made you jump. He pulled his hand away and looked at you there crying, trembling, laying next to him. Were you… were you SCARED of him?! Now he REALLY hated himself.

“Y/N I… please…” He tried to lower his voice and speak softly to ease you a bit, to let you know he wasn’t mad or irritated with you. You weren’t sure what he was pleading for and you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him. If you had you would have seen the pain and concern on his face but you just knew if you looked at him, if he saw your face, he would be even more irritated. You tried to burrow yourself into your pillow and blanket further hoping that you could disappear.

“Please… ah fuck… please don’t cry… I… I’m sorry. I don’t mean to be such a dick, really. I just…” He thought before saying his next words. He was hesitant to say it. ‘Ah, fuck it’ he thought.

“Look Y/N I just… I know this isn’t gonna make any sense but I just… I care about you so much. I think I may even be in love with you and when I realized how I felt I was so scared you could never feel the same because your amazing, how could you like a guy like me? I didn’t want to start a friendship knowing I would just fall hard for you and end up ruining it with my feelings for you. So in my head it was easier to push you away. If we weren’t close maybe it wouldn’t hurt so badly when you didn’t love me back. But you just kept trying to be my friend. You were so patient and kind, you were so sweet and just kept trying and I kept falling harder and harder for you the more you tried and I had to keep pushing and pushing harder and instead of creating distance all I ended up doing is hurting you and that’s never what I wanted. Truly Y/N I never wanted to hurt you, you have to believe that please. I’m so sorry. I understand if you can’t forgive me. I can’t even stand myself. I’m so disgusted with how I’ve treated you. All because I was selfish and only worried about my own pain and not the pain I could be and WAS causing you.” All the words just came out of him so fast. It was easier not having to look you in the eye and say it. Changbin didn’t think he could have done it if you were face to face with him. You laid there quietly for a moment wiping some of the tears from your face before turning to look at Changbin. Your head resting on your pillow, your hands tucked underneath just like the night he’d woke up and found you sleeping on his lap. You had stopped crying but when he saw your swollen eyes and red tear-streaked face and knew he was the cause for it he felt a huge pang of guilt.

“You… you don’t hate me?” You hiccupped a little and sniffled a bit again. Changbin’s shoulders slumped in absolute defeat hearing you say that.

“God no. I’m sorry I made you think that I did. It wasn’t right. I wasn’t right Y/N.” He shook his head and looked down at his hands in his lap unable to keep looking at your face. The guilt was eating him alive. You sat up climbing over the covers and you moved a little closer next to Changbin. He was surprised when you reached over and grabbed one of his hands. You pulled it over into your own lap and held it in both of your hands running your thumb over the back of it. You sniffled again as you calmed back down completely.

“Changbin. All I’ve wanted this whole time was for you to find a place for me in your life. For you to care about me any way you could. When we first met I knew we could, at the very least, be great friends and maybe… I dunno…” You frowned and shrugged as you fiddled with his fingers.

“More. When you got distant I decided to forget about the idea of ‘more’ and I was content on just trying to be friends. Even when you pushed harder, because if that was the only capacity I could have you in my life then I was going to take it because I was certain it was better than you not being in my life at all. Knowing what I know now, after the struggle and all this pain I don’t know where to go from here Binnie.” You let go of Changbin’s hand and he hung his head when you did. He didn’t know what to say. How could he fix all that he had done. Had he finally succeeded in what he’d been trying to do all this time? Had he finally pushed you away? You scooted just a little closer to Changbin before you spoke again.

“Maybe we start over? We deserve a chance to start over? Don’t you think?” When you said that Changbin looked back up at you. He read your face, your eyes, and then nodded softly. You stuck your hand out as if you were wanting to shake his. He grabbed your hand and you did exactly that.

“I’m Y/N and you are??” Changbin laughed and shook your hand back giving it a gentle squeeze.

“Seo Changbin, nice to meet you.” As you sat there smiling at each other like idiots you realized your hands lingered there together long after the shaking stopped. You wove your fingers through his and held his hand as you quietly looked into each other’s eyes. Changbin’s face started to soften and then suddenly he was looking at you with a serious expression on his face. Your own face fell and at first you got a little panicked.

“What’s wrong?” Changbin looked down nervously biting at his bottom lip as he, again, debated saying what he was thinking and for the second time that night thought to himself ‘Fuck it.’

“I… I REALLY want to kiss you.” You broke into a smile again relieved by his words. You ran your free hand down Changbin’s cheek resting it against his strong jaw and you made him look at you again.

“Then kiss me Binnie.” He grabbed the hand you now had pressed against his face and now held both out in front of him, placing a soft kiss on the heel of each of your palms.

“If I do I won’t be able to stop.” His words were a breath and you could feel it warm over your skin. His eyes were closed as he placed another kiss on the inside of your wrist and then the other before turning your hands over and kissing the back of each of them. Your body couldn’t take the sweet gentle gestures. Goose pimples erupted all over you and the softness of his lips on your skin made you burn from the inside out. You grabbed Changbin’s shirt and pulled yourself close to him wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing your lips against his. His arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you onto his lap where he held you close. You parted from the kiss for a breath. Eyes still closed, lips ghosting each other’s.

“Then don’t stop Seo.” Changbin’s eyes flew open after you said that. He had to look at you, into your eyes, to know you really meant what you just said. When he did look at you he saw the flush of your cheeks not from crying now. No, this time you were flushed with desire. Your hooded eyes completely lust blown. He paused for a moment, just one moment and then gripped your face with both hands and crashed his lips against yours again your arms falling to your sides. Your first kiss had been tender, all pouty plump lips slotted together. This kiss this was ravenous. Tongue and teeth. Messy. Changbin’s hands traveled from your face down your neck. One rested at your nape, fingers threaded through your hair, as he held you against his lips, his other hand continuing to travel down to your chest. He grabbed one of your breasts over your camisole feeling your erect nipple through the silky fabric and giving your breast a light squeeze, which earned him a moan from you as you gripped at his shoulders. You knelt with a leg on each side of Changbin’s thick thighs and started to move your hips as you straddled Changbin, pressing your heat over his dick that you easily felt through your thin pajama shorts. You could feel him getting harder with every drag against him. You moved slowly back and forth. His hands found your hips and his fingertips dug into your flesh a bit as helped you speed up the pace.

“I want you to cum just like this for me baby. Can you do that? Ride me until you cum beautiful.” He panted the words out clearly also effected by the grinding against his lap. You carded your fingers into his hair, bit your lip, and nodded as Changbin continued to help you keep your rhythm.

“Good girl.” You moaned and gently gripped Changbin’s hair tighter at the praise as he guided your hips back and forth against his clothed erection.

“Oh?! You like that baby? You like being a good girl for me?” You gasped and moaned louder nodding your head up and down aggressively. Still raking your nails softly over his scalp giving him goosebumps.

“Aht ah. Good girls use their words yea?” Changbin gripped a little tighter on your hips forcing you to slow down a bit. You pulled his head towards yours and kissed him again. You couldn’t get enough of the taste of him you moaned out.

“Yes Binnie! Yes! I want to be a good girl for you!” You gripped Changbin’s shoulders tighter as he rocked you back on forth on his lap faster. You could feel your essence wetting your shorts and you were certain, Changbin’s sweat pants, as your pussy moved across his length but in that moment you couldn’t bring yourself to be embarrassed about it or care. You could feel your climax approaching quicker with every grind against Changbin’s firm cock. Suddenly one of his hands left your hips as the other continued to grip and guide you to ride him. His free hand coming up and tilting your chin.

“Look at me baby…” You did as he said, your eyes locking with his. Changbin’s brown eyes looked almost black like a man possessed. He bit at his bottom lip and took hold of your hips with both hands again as he worked you faster and faster over his length. He looked at you, into you.

“Let go baby… cum for me.” You pressed your forehead against Changbin’s. Your mouth fell open and your eyes scrunched close as you did just as you were told. You let go and came for him, hard. You were taking deep breaths, quiet moans and gasps escaping in between, until he captured your lips in another passionate kiss. He took over completely now his hands moving you against him as he grinded up into you all while you continued to fall apart on top of him. You were a speechless mess just holding on and trusting Changbin to work you through it.

“Gooood girl, there’s my good girl. Just let go, let me.” He continued to guide and work you through your orgasm, trying to prolong it for you as long as possible. He watched the faces you made the entire time as you shook through your climax in his lap. Before he had thought you were the most beautiful thing he’d seen when you were sleeping but that paled in comparison to your face when you came. Your legs shuddered harder from over stimulation as he continued to push your hips down, pushing you back and forth on him. Your thighs trying to squeeze close but were stopped by Changbin’s thick muscular ones. You grasped at him and pulled him in close, wrapping your arms around his neck again, threading your fingers through his hair and gently grabbing handfuls. Your hard sensitive nipples pressing into the cool silky fabric of your top as your skin burned. Your breasts squished tightly against Changbin’s firm chest. Kissing him deeply as you rode out the last of your high before letting go of his hair again and gripping his hands that held onto you. Stopping him from making you rut against him any further. The overstimulation too much now. You held onto him, face tucked into the crook of his neck as you took deep breaths and tried to come back from the mind blowing orgasm he’d just given you. He kissed down your neck and shoulder. His hands found the sides of your face and he pulled you in for another kiss. It was tender again. His plush lips peppering kisses from your lips to your nose, one cheek to the other, one on your forehead, pecking here and there back down to your lips again. He whispered against them as he held you, your body still buzzing.

“You did so so good for me baby. Look at the mess you made on me. So good for me baby. So good…” The praise came out as breaths as he lazily made out with you and the praise did THINGS to you. Maybe because you had thought he’d hated you for so long. It felt good hearing him say sweet things to you. Whatever it was, hearing him tell you you were a good girl, HIS good girl and praising you for coming all over him it did something for you that you couldn’t explain. When you finally looked down sure enough Changbin had a dark grey wet spot in the lap of his sweat pants. You bit your lips embarrassed, you brought your hands up to hide your face and leaned into the crook of his neck again. But Changbin pulled your hands away and made you look up at him.

“No no, don’t get shy on me now baby. Coming for me is a good thing gorgeous and if you’re okay with it, I’m no where near done with you. That wet spot is going to be nothing compared to the one you’re going to leave on the sheets when I’m finished with you.” You felt a new rush of arousal flush straight to your core. You feverishly chewed at your lips more as you nodded and then remembered ‘Good girls use their words’.

“GOD! Yes Binnie! Touch me, taste me, fuck me! Whatever you want I’m YOURS!” You gripped at his shoulders and sat on his lap waiting for just that. For him to do whatever he wanted to your body. Changbin let out a groan at your words.

“Fuuuuck baby you are so sweet and sexy. How do you do that pretty girl? How are you both at the same time?” You just blushed and shook your head, looking down, shying away from this more direct praise he was showering you with now. He gave you a sly smile.

“Cute. Lay back on the bed for me will you beautiful?” You nodded at him. Changbin took hold of your waist, lifted and slid you back off his lap, laying you back on the soft bed. As he guided you back his hands traveled up your sides slowly pushing up the slinky fabric of your top until he pulled it up and over your head. Changbin hovered over you and planted another gentle kiss on your lips right after removing the needless piece of silk. Every bit of bare scorching skin the comforter touched when you laid down was soothed by the cool feeling of the fabric. Changbin’s lips parted from yours only to start licking a stripe down your exposed body. His tongue ran a long your throat and trailed down. When he got to your breasts Changbin buried his face between them and took in the scent of your body which was a mix of your body wash from your shower earlier before dinner and that lavender spray you liked to use before bed. Changbin gently squeezed both of your breasts in each hand remembering how sensitive and responsive you had been when he had momentarily groped you over your top before. His head ducked down again as he took one of your nipples into his mouth. Flicking his tongue gently over it getting it slick with his saliva once exposed to the cool air making it harden. One of your hands found and threaded through Changbin’s hair once again you couldn’t help it. It was soft and nice to hold onto especially as he went to give the same attention to your other nipple this time gently grazing his teeth over it before giving it one more suck and popping off of it. Again Changbin’s tongue began to travel, through the valley of your breast down your abdomen. Leaving a cool wet trail behind. When he reached the smooth skin between your navel and the waist band of your shorts he nuzzled against your skin with his nose and then pressed his plump lips against where he had just grazed you while his hands gently gripped the waist band of your shorts and he started to pull down.

“Up up for me pretty girl.” You planted your hands next to you on the mattress and lifted your hips off the bed aiding in the removal of the last piece of clothing that covered you, the last thing that kept Changbin from what he wanted the most.

“That’s my good girl. Push those hips up for me.” He tugged at your shorts, pulling them over the swell of your ass and you settled your hips back down on the bed. He continued pulling the silky shorts down your legs, past your feet and then just like that you were fully exposed to him. You instinctively went to press your legs together out of embarrassment. He rested his hands on your knees and gently tried pushing them apart but you were embarrassed.

“Tsk tsk now now baby girl I told you don’t be shy. Spread your legs for me and let me get a better look at your pretty pussy. I bet its absolutely soaked for me isn’t it baby?” You chewed nervously at your lips and looked like you had something you wanted to say.

“What is it gorgeous? What do you need? Talk to me.” You looked away before you finally spoke up.

“Well it’s just… I might not be so shy if I’m not the only one naked.” Changbin chuckled softy and shook his head in agreement.

“I could see how that could make a person a little shy. Hold on just a second pretty girl.” Changbin stood up from the bed and grabbed his shirt by the back of the collar and pulled it off over his head. God his upper body was BEAUTIFUL! Broad shoulders, strong arms, defined chest, the lines of his adonis belt leading down his pants that he was now hooking his thumbs into to pull down. He stepped out of them and now stood there in a tight black pair of boxer briefs. You could see the outline of his cock and how hard he already was. Although he didn’t cum he’d gotten quite a bit of friction out of that dry humping session from before so his cock was aching to be touched properly. He quickly made work of his underwear and when you saw his dick spring up out of the fabric that had restricted it you thought you felt drool coming from your mouth and wiped at your face just to be sure. Changbin didn’t fail to notice and gave you a little cocky smirk.

“You like what you see baby?” You bit your lip as you blushed at getting caught simping over his dick and you nodded.

“You feel a little less shy now my pretty thing?” You smiled nodded again

“Fantastic cause I plan on giving you this cock real good beautiful and I want you to enjoy every second of it so no being shy now. Okay?” You nodded and he winked at you before he climbed back on the bed and kneeled in front of your legs again. Your feet were spread out but your knees and thighs still pressed together. Changbin looked up at you and raised his eye brow in a challenging way before gently grabbing your knees again. This time when he pushed your legs apart you allowed him to spread you open for him. When Changbin saw how wet you were he got a little light headed from excitement. Probably the rest of the blood in his brain rushing to his throbbing dick. He laid down between your legs, snuck his arms under your ass hooking them around your thighs, and lifted you closer, holding you in place just where he wanted you. His hands resting at the crux of your hip and thigh, his face inches from your drenched sex. You propped yourself up on your elbows and looked at him. He looked so ready to dive in and ravage you but you stopped him.

“Binnie?” He stopped and looked up at you, the expression on his face instantly gentle again. How did he do that?

“Yea baby?” His hands rubbed up and down your sides then up to your breasts giving them another light squeeze before trailing back down to where he’d previously been gripping on to you. Patiently waiting for you to express what it was you wanted to say.

“Well… it’s just…” You couldn’t help being shy it was a natural reaction for you but then you remembered what Binnie said AGAIN. ‘no being shy now.’ So you just spit it out instead of beating around the bush any longer.

“You’ve made me cum already… don’t you need…” Binnie gave you the biggest sweetest smile before sweetly placing a kiss on the inside of your thigh.

“Oh baby girl…” He chuckled a little and grazed his teeth across your flesh, lightly nipping where his lips had just gently been before. His warm breath ghosting over your skin making your core ache for him.

“Ohh baby that DEFINITELY won’t be the only time I’m making you cum tonight.” He almost growled the words as he kissed and bit the plush flesh of your thigh again. Teeth scraping against your skin again. This time Changbin latched on and sucked a mark on you before running his tongue over it.

“I want to make you cum every way possible.” Another low growl. Kiss, bite, suck, mark, lick. He gripped your hips tight pulling his plate, your pussy that is, closer to his face again to make you easier to eat. One of his hands snaked around your thigh and with two of his fingers he spread your soaking cunt open. Once you were spread for him he took his wet tongue, flat and wide, and slid it through your folds tasting as much of you as possible before latching onto your clit and gently sucking. The sight of him between your legs made you crazy. You realized as much as he'd been praising you you hadn’t really given him any praise back. You felt like he needed to know what he was doing to you. So you spoke up and did so.

“Fuck Binnie, you’re so good with your mouth baby! Mmm suck… yes.. mmm just like that Binnie FUCK!” He LOVED the words falling from your mouth. He hummed as he sucked a little harder on your clit before he came up for air for a moment.

“Damn you taste so good baby. I could eat and suck on you all night if you let me.” He spit on your pussy and you clenched at the contact of his spit on your sex. You could feel his saliva start drip down your cunt before he took his two fingers that he had spread you with and rubbed slowly but firmly against your clit. He pulled his fingers away from your clit and spread you more before he spit on your cunt again this time letting it drip down to your hole and you clenched again.

“Fuck that’s so sexy baby. Does my good girl want me to fill her hole?” You looked down at him nodding before remembering again to speak.

“Yes Binnie! Need to feel you inside me. Please!” You were grinding your aching core, searching for any kind friction. Changbin smirked, you were so cute under him like that, all desperate. He had no plans on dragging things out though. The arm that was wrapped around your thigh, that he had been using to spread you before, was now unhooked and pushing your thigh down. When Changbin slid his middle and ring fingers into his mouth and wet them it was possibly one of the sexiest things you had ever seen, definitely top three. His hand that was still wrapped around your other thigh spread your pussy open for him again. You tilted your head back and closed your eyes when you thought he was about to push his fingers into you. Instead he spit on your pussy again just to see your hole tighten around nothing one more time. He couldn’t help himself, seeing you do it made his cock throb and his balls tight. You whined when you didn’t get the full feeling of fingers inside you that you had been expecting but before you could get as far as complaining Changbin collected the saliva dripping from your cunt with his wet fingers and pushed them both into you slowly until he was buried to his knuckles. He immediately started pumping into you slowly. He gave you deep gentle thrusts with his fingers as they curled inside you searching for your sweet spot. When your body tensed he knew he’d found it. He pumped his fingers faster aiming for that spot each time. He kept them deep inside, pushing into you, hitting that spot over and over while he pressed the heel of his palm firmly against your clit. His face just inches away from your pussy watching everything in awe.

“If you feel funny like you need to pee I need you to let go for me okay beautiful. Just let go.” You felt his warm breath on your wet pussy and you started to squirm. When you did he buried his face deep in your cunt and started devouring your pussy. You put all your weight on one of your elbows, your other arm reaching out and grabbing onto Changbin’s hair again, gripping it a little harder this time than the others, pushing him harder against your sex as you were grinding into his face, now franticly chasing your climax. Changbin continued to eagerly suck, lick, and nibble at your clit pumping his curled fingers against that spot that felt so amazing. You started to squeeze your thighs around his head gyrating against his face. Any and all shyness that had been in you before was long gone now as you rode his face, racing to your orgasm.

“Binnie fuckfuckfuck! I’m… fuck I’m gon…god fuck…” He pumped his fingers into you faster as he doubled down on the attention to your clit with his mouth. You could feel you were reaching the precipice.

“I’M! I’M! COM- FUCK I’M COMING BIN! YES! YES! I’M FUCKING COMING!” You were sure who ever shared the rooms around you, if they hadn’t already, definitely heard you screaming now. You didn’t have it in you to care any more. You came hard and squirt all over Changbin’s face as he lapped at the juices smeared all over your tender cunt and thighs. Your arm propping you up gave out on you and your back fell down against the bed as you gripped onto Changbin’s hair with both hands again, your legs clamped around his head. Your hips launched off the bed as you squeezed Changbin in between your thighs. The hand that had still been hooked around your other leg let go suddenly. Changbin pushed down on your hips and held you firmly against the bed as he pumped his fingers in and out of you and gently licked and sucked you through your second orgasm of the night. When you relaxed and stopped grinding against Changbin’s hand he pulled his fingers out of you. He lifted his head from between your legs his chin covered in your cum. He pushed his fingers also covered in your pussy juices in your mouth and you sucked them clean.

“FUCK! You are such a good girl coming for me like that beautiful. Do you like coming for your Binnie baby girl? Fuck you taste so damn GOOD.” He licked the taste of you off his lips and pulled his fingers out of your mouth. You tasted SO good, he couldn’t help himself. He ducked his head back down running his tongue through your folds again licking up more of your juices off of your tender cunt as you jumped and pulled away involuntarily.

“Sens.. fuck.. sensitive Bin too sensitive.” He kissed his way up your body hovering over you as he waited for you to come down from your high again. He looked at you laying there trying to catch your breath. You were glowing, completely fucked out, a light layer of sweat glossing your skin. When you finally opened your eyes Changbin was smiling at you. He kissed you and you wanted to feel his body closer to yours. You pulled him down so he would rest some of his weight on you. When he did you could feel his hard cock pressed against your thigh. You looked into his eyes as you gathered spit in your mouth, bringing your hand up and licking your palm. You reached down and tracing your fingers lightly over his cock before smearing your spit coated hand over the head and grabbing it firmly but still being gentle as you slowly started pumping him in your warm wet hand. A flush started creeping up his neck and face, he bit down on his lip hard as you started to pump him a little faster and you pecked his lips.

“Oh Binnie baby! You’re cock is so hard. What should we do with it?” He closed his eyes and bit his lip harder as you squeezed a little tighter and sped up stroking him as you continued to talk dirty.

“You know what I think Bin?” He opened his eyes again. He looked at you with his blacked out, lust blown eyes and shook his head no. You pulled him closer as you pumped his cock faster and faster twisting your hand gently on the up stroke paying special attention to the sensitive part just under the head of his cock. The knuckle of your finger rubbing against it as you stroke him up and down. He was moaning and panting his hot breath fanning across your chest as you pressed your lips to the shell of his ear so you could whisper your filthy words to him.

“I think you should fuck me raw and fill me with your cum Binnie. I want to feel you buried deep inside me, wanna feel your big, thick, load dripping from my cunt.” Binnie groaned at the obscene things you said to him as you stroked his dick faster. He suddenly grabbed your hand that gripped his cock and pinned it to the bed by your head. He nudged your legs open, grabbed his stiff cock and slowly sank into you. You both groaned at the feeling. You from the full feeling you got from Changbin finally being slotted inside you and Changbin from being squeezed tightly by your warm wet walls. He started slow, dragging almost completely out of your dripping hole before slowly pushing inside you again. You wrapped your legs around his waist and rocked into him as he started fucking into you faster. Beads of sweat forming over his brow as you met his hips with every thrust. Changbin sat back on his knees, grabbing your legs and unwrapping them from around him. He pushed them apart and into the bed and he held you down and fucked into you like that as you gripped and pinched at your breasts and nipples. Suddenly Changbin pulled out and in one swift movement he wrapped his arm around your waist and lifted you up from your back to your knees. Your breasts squished against his sweaty chest and his lips slotted against yours again. God he was strong it made you so wet how he had just held you down, fucked you how ever he wanted. You were snapped from your daze when you realized Changbin was telling you to do something.

“What?” How could he look at you that sweetly while he was just balls deep in you?

“You good baby? Did you hear me?” You shook your head and plastered a stupid smile across your face.

“I’m okay Bin I just didn’t hear you.” He looked at you for a second more to make sure you were really okay before pecking your lips and repeating what he’d said.

“Be my good girl and bend over for your Binnie yea? Stick that ass out for me and show me what’s mine yea baby?” Fuck his possessive words made your pussy gush and tighten. As you went to turn and bend over for your Binnie, just like he asked, you stopped. You had an idea. Well more like you were curious about something and now that it was in your head you wouldn’t be able to stop thinking about it until you found out the answer. You just had to know how Changbin’s cock tasted immediately. So instead of turning and bending over you leaned over in front of Changbin, grabbed his cock, spit on it, stroked the saliva all over his length and took him into your mouth.

“SHIT! Mmmm baaaby… FUCK! You’re just full of surprises aren’t you?! So eager to taste my cock huh? You think you can swallow more of it? Come on good girl, I know you can.” You hummed and bobbed deeper down on his cock and his head flew back as he let out a deep moan, he looked back down at you again watching you take his cock in your mouth so well.

“Look up at me beautiful. Let me see those pretty eyes while you suck on me.” You looked up at him and he almost came at the sight. You wanted to make him feel good so you were being extra sloppy about it. Spit dripping down. Down your chin, Changbin’s dick, down his balls. You cupped his balls and gently fondled them as you took his cock further, deep throating him. One of Changbin’s hands gathered your hair that had fallen into your face and gripped your ponytail as he gently pushed your head down a little more until your nose was buried into his pubic bone. His other hand pinched your nose closed as he held you down on his cock. You gagged and choked more saliva pooling from your mouth now dripping from your chin onto your tits. You were and absolute mess and you loved it. Changbin fucked into your mouth with a few small quick thrusts fucking deep into your throat. You gagged on the head of his dick again even more spit and drool dripping from the sides of your mouth. He let go of your nose and the hand that had a hold of your hair gripped a little tighter and pulled you off his cock, a string a saliva following as you gasped for air. Changbin gently pulled at your hair and tilted your head up so he could see how fucked out and ruined you looked all because of him.

“God damn my good girl is so fucking pretty. You know that? All fucked out and covered in your own spit. You like sucking me that much baby? God damn you’re gorgeous, fuck! NOW… can you bend over for me baby? Pretty please? Cause I promise you you are getting railed so hard for sucking my dick so well baby.” You could feel yourself flush with arousal all over again at his promise, your juices dripping down your thighs. You did as you were told this time turning and bending over, propping yourself up on your hands and knees looking back at Changbin as you presented your ass and glistening pussy to him.

“Shit baby. Is that my pussy?” You smiled back at him wiggling your ass and nodded. Changbin smirked.

“Well my pussy better get ready for this cock baby.” He spit in his hand and rubbed it over the head of his dick, pumping it a few times before lining up with your entrance again and pushing into you until his balls, still dripping with spit from your sloppy blow job, were pushed against your soaked cunt. When he was fully sheathed inside you he gave your ass a light slap, just enough to make it jiggle and tingle a bit. You clenched around his cock hard. Changbin grabbed a hold of your hips giving you a couple gentle thrusts to prepare you. Then his fingers dug harder into your fleshy hips, getting a good grip on you before he started fucking you relentlessly. He pounded against your ass as he pulled you back on his cock with every thrust into you, effectively giving you the railing he promised. You dropped down on the bed, your arms stretched out in front of you as you buried your face into the blankets under you. You spread your hips and arched your back allowing Changbin to push even deeper into your cunt.

“God yesyesyes Bin- Binnie fuck me!” Your words muffled by the blanket as you pushed your ass back into him as best as you could while he kept fucking you harder. The sopping wet sound your pussy made as he fucked you faster and harder was lewd and filled the room. Changbin buried his achingly hard cock deep into you again before pulling out and flipping you over on to your back again.

“Wanna see you gorgeous wanna see what a pretty face you make when I fill you up baby. You’re gonna be a good girl and take my load yea?” You nodded hastily.

“Yes! Fuck fill my pussy with your cum Bin!” He growled and grabbed your legs pushing your knees together before gripping the back of your thighs and pushing your legs into your chest sinking into you fast and deep. His eyes rolled back in his head at the pure ecstasy he felt being buried in your perfect warm pussy. He braced himself against your thighs pushing them further into your chest as he started fucking into you so deep you were sure he was reaching places no one had ever touched you. You could feel yourself reaching that peak again and Changbin could feel your walls starting to flutter around him. He doubled his efforts still fucking you just as deeply. He pulled up on your legs and wrapped his arms around them hugging them, still holding them together, your calves resting against his firm pectoral muscle, your ankles crossed and by his head as he pumped into your harder and faster. You pulled at your breasts and then your hair as you came for the third and hardest time of the night. You could feel your juices coating your pussy and dripping down your ass. You looked up at Changbin, your mouth parted open, panting, the sweetest look on your face. Your eyes looking tenderly at him as your cunt still throbbed around his cock and then you began coaching him into his own orgasm.

“Cum for me Bin, cum baby, cum for me, yes that’s it! That’s my Binnie! Yes! Fuck my hole, take me, claim it Binnie it’s yours! Yes Bin you feel so fucking good! Fill me up with your cum baby! YES FUCK!” The absolute filth falling from your mouth was in stark contrast to the sweet fuck me eyes you had just been giving him. Changbin let your legs fall and spread you again as he pounded into you hard a few more times burying his cock deep inside you as he came hard and moaned out.

“Goooood girl! GOD FUCKING DAMN IT! Such a good girl… fuck… shit! mmmMy good girl yesss, taking my cum so well!” He moaned again as he pushed his seed deeper into your cunt before pulling out and pumping his dick in his hand a few more times, even more of his cum spraying across your pussy mound. His huge load dripping on and out of you.

“Holy FUCK! MMMMmmm baby look how fucking sexy you are covered in my cum.” He leaned over you and gently grabbed you by the back of you head making you look down at your cum covered cunt. The sight made you clench around nothing for the inth time that night and even more of Changbin’s thick cum started dripping out of your hole. He drug his finger through your folds collecting his cum making your body shudder and twitch from the over stimulation. He bought his cum coated fingers up to your lips and tapped. You happily opened your mouth and sucked the cum from his fingers, swirling your tongue around them getting every morsel of it off before he pulled them from your mouth and fell back on the bed next to you.

“God damn baby, I think you might kill me like that one day.” He laughed out as he tried catching his breath. You rolled closer to him and rested against his chest. Changbin wrapped and arm around you and kissed the top of your head. You let out a long content sigh.

“We should probably get cleaned up before we fall asleep Bin.” He nodded but didn’t move.

“Lets just stay like this for a bit then we’ll get cleaned up. I’m not ready to let go of you yet.” You smiled at him and nuzzled closer. After a little after care cuddling you both got up and got cleaned up before coming back to bed and pulling off the comforter that was covered in both of your sweat and cum and crawling back into bed. You both laid out bare on top of the sheets and quickly fell asleep Changbin holding you like a little spoon.

The next morning Chan had tried texting and calling both of you to see if you wanted to go to the beach with him while the rest of the guys chose to sleep in. When neither of you answered your phone Chan decided it was probably a good idea to check on you, make sure Changbin wasn’t being a total dick still. When Chan got to the room you both were sharing he saw house keeping was a couple doors down.

“Ma’am, I’m sorry to bother you. This is my friends’ room and they aren’t answering any calls or texts. Would you be able to let me in just so I can make sure they’re okay?” The nice older lady smiled at the sweet looking boy that was concerned for his friends and although she technically wasn’t supposed to, Chan seemed like a trustworthy young man so she unlocked the door for him.

“Thank you.” Chan said as he flashed his most charming smile and shot her a little wink before closing the door behind him. When Chan cleared the entry way of the room and walked into where the bed was he did not expect what he saw. Not at all. He was met by you and Changbin’s naked bodies tangled together covered by nothing but each other’s arms and legs. He screwed his eye shut and yelled out in surprise.

“Oi what the fuck guys!” You shot up in the bed at the sound of Chan’s voice, screaming yourself as you pulled the sheets up and covered yourself. Changbin slowly, sleepily sat up and looked at Chan like he wasn’t sitting there with his dick out.

“Uh Bin you want to cover up? My fuckin eyes can’t take it man!” Chan yelled at him. Changbin shrugged.

“It’s my room you should of thought before barging in.” Chan scoffed.

“I’ve been trying to call you guys.” Changbin rolled his eyes and huffed as he grabbed a corner of the sheets and covered himself as well. Your face was beet red as you sat there in bed with Changbin totally busted by Chan who still didn’t look in your direction, his hand up creating a shield for his eyes. You tried to explain.

“Chan I… umm… well…” You stuttered over your words and Chan just put his hand up stopping you from having to give him any explanations.

“No. No. I don’t need to hear or know anything. You’re both two consenting morons. I’m just gonna go now.” Chan shook his head as he walked out the door.

“Never in a million years…” You heard him say before the door clicked close. Changbin couldn’t help but laugh. You tried to shoot him a serious look but his laugh was too infectious and you both fell back on the bed clutching the sheets as you hysterically laughed for a good minute. Your full belly laugh reduced down to a chuckle and you looked over and saw Changbin smiling from ear to ear staring at you.

“What? Is my face puffy? Do I have pillow creases? Why are you looking at me like that?” Changbin’s smile softened and he reached over pushing a stray hair away from your face.

“No none of that. I just… you’re perfect you know that? Every time I think I’ve seen just how beautiful you are I look at you and learn what beautiful is all over again.” You bit your lip, and looked down blushing. Changbin leaned over the bed and took your chin between his thumb and forefinger tilting your head back up and placing a soft kiss on your lips. Your lips lingered close to his for a moment before he spoke again. “Let’s get dressed and go enjoy the island.” You smiled and nodded. You were going to spend the rest of this vacation just as you’d hoped and yet still not like you had expected. You had indeed mended your relationship with Changbin and then some. It was more than you could’ve asked for and you were infinitely happy at that very moment in time.

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