#and his shirt is wet and I'm going to assume it's from sweat and i have zero thoughts on the matter

[kindahoping4forever]

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[apocalypseornaw]

Stretch it Out

Dean Winchester x Reader

When you need help stretching it takes an interesting turn

Warnings: Cursing, NSFW things

One of the many empty rooms in the bunker had been turned into an exercise area of sorts. It'd started off as Sam's brain child for mornings he couldn't go for a run, he'd found a cheap enough treadmill and tossed it in the room. Next came the weight bench, the punching bags and eventually the mats that were used for a mixture from sparring to yoga. It had gotten turned into a pretty decent home gym.

You were alone in the room, Dean had gone on a store run and Sam was in the shower. After the last hunt you'd gotten slammed around pretty good, Cas had healed what he could but turns out even angel mojo couldn't help tight hips. You were trying your best to get them to pop because that was what you desperately needed.

You'd gotten into boxing with Donna and knew what stretches would help, the problem was you needed assistance with it and didn't want to have to drive to Sioux Falls just to get it. You could ask Sam for help but given the position the stretches would put you in, you felt weird asking your best friend to do so and the thought of asking Dean embarrassed you bad enough you'd rather go a few rounds with a rugaru then attempt it.

You finally gave up about the time you heard Dean's voice echo down the hall "Honey I'm home" you laughed as you slipped your feet into the slides you wore around the bunker and headed for the kitchen where he was unloading groceries "I'm assuming that honey I'm home was for me or else things are really weird between you and Sam"

He stopped mid putting milk in the fridge "Sweetheart" the tone of his voice made you crack up "I'm kidding Dean. I'm kidding" he put the milk in the fridge then turned to face you, eyeing your clothes "What's with the active wear?" You looked down at yourself because you were just wearing high-waisted leggings and an old t-shirt you'd cropped off a bit because it'd been way too long to use any of the weights or punching bag while wearing.

"I was stretching out. My hips still aren't feeling quite up to par" he nodded slowly "Did you get them popped or whatever you said they needed?" You shook your head "I can't get into the positions I need to by myself" "Sam couldn't help?" He asked as you grabbed a bag and started putting its contents away.

You shook your head but didn't further elaborate. The two of you had everything put away within a few minutes. You grabbed a bottle of water out of the fridge and started to walk out the kitchen when Dean stopped you "Hey, let me throw on some sweats and I'll help you stretch"

You knew your eyes widened at that because he chuckled "Oh don't think I can help with stuff like that? I'm only good for the punchy stuff?" You shook your head "No Dean it's not that.." he cut you off "Good. Meet me in the gym in five" "Ok" you finally replied knowing arguing was no use.

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About the time Dean walked out the kitchen Sam walked in with his hair still wet from the shower "I should throw this damn water at you for not being five minutes faster" Sam was not ignorant to your feelings for his older brother but had guarded your secret for a while. He grinned slightly "And why is that?"

You groaned "Dean's gonna help me stretch out my hips" in that moment Sam very much looked like he may just chew his bottom lip off in an attempt to not laugh in your face at your dismay. "Oh go ahead!" You finally said and he nearly doubled over "Does he know the positioning of those stretches?" You shook your head and that only made him laugh harder.

He finally regained his composure enough to check his watch "I'm gonna go into town to the farmers market. I'll get some of those apples you like and I'll be gone for a couple hours" "Why?" You questioned but he just patted your shoulder on the way by.

"SAMUEL?" You hollered behind him but only heard his laughter in return. Dean walked up behind you and nearly made you scream when he said "What was that about?" You looked over your shoulder at him and smiled slightly "He's going to the farmers market and refused to get me apples" "You know he will" he replied then tapped your hip "C'mon"

You stood across from Dean nervously chewing on your bottom lip. You both had warmed up enough already so you had no excuse but christ you were freaking out internally. "Ok sweetheart, where do we start?" He asked with a smile that caused your heart to jump "Um Ok. I'm gonna lay down on the mat and I need you to stand over me and I'll bend one knee then fold it over the hip on my opposite side I just need you to apply enough counter pressure"

He raised one eyebrow but nodded nonetheless "Well get into position and I'll do my job" you laid down flat on your back and swallowed hard looking up at him before bending your knee on the left side and tucking it over your right hip. He smirked slightly then leaned over "Just apply pressure until i say stop. I can handle it" he nodded "Oh I know"

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You tried that stretch on both hips hoping it would work because it was the position that gave the most room between you and Dean even if just from that position alone you were having to stare at the roof to not be staring into those green eyes that made you forget any and all thoughts. You finally rolled up into a seated position, Dean was sitting across from you on his knees "What now?"

You could feel your cheeks threaten to warm as you damn near stuttered "H-How much do you want to help me?" He watched you for a moment "I want to make sure you're not hurting. Now what do I need to do?" You nodded slowly "Im gonna lay back, I need you to kneel between my legs and put one of my legs on your shoulder then just push it down towards my shoulder applying even pressure until either it loosens up or I say stop"

He motioned towards the mat "Let's do it" good lord could he have picked a worse way to say it? You laid down and when he moved closer you felt your face begin to warm so you bit down on the inside of your cheek as a distraction In hopes it would get get your mind off the position at hand.

However nothing on earth could have distracted from from him gripping your hips firmly to pull you down the mat closer to him, spreading your legs slightly. A small gasp escaped you when your hips bumped into his then he turned just enough to gently grab your left leg and lift it onto his shoulder "Like this sweetheart?"

You knew your voice wouldn't work at the moment so you just nodded.

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There was a mantra going through Dean's head which consisted of three words....don't get hard. Damn why hadn't he just stayed in his jeans? That would've offered a thicker layer between your bodies but he hadn't realized how close the stretching required you to be besides the denim probably would've been uncomfortable to you considering you were just wearing thin leggings.

The first stretch hadn't been that bad but he noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes while he was standing over you. Sam's words from a few days before when he'd been certain you were flirting with the bartender at some backwoods dive the three of you had stopped in ran through his head "Believe me Dean, she could give a damn less about that guy"

Then when you stuttered asking him to do this current position? Maybe he did have a chance. He had to stop a smirk from slipping onto his face when you gasped lightly from him pulling you closer and pulling your leg up on his shoulder. Not like he hadn't imagined you like this a thousand times before....of course then you weren't dressed or in the gym or just stretching.

When you finally looked up to meet his eyes he smiled "like this sweetheart?" And noticed just how wide your eyes were when you nodded.

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Your knee was nearly touching your shoulder when you felt the release in your hip and a moan that completely mortified you escaped your lips at the feeling. Dean froze dead in his tracks, your leg still on his shoulder and cut his eyes at you with one eyebrow raised "What was that?"

You covered your face with your hands "I am so sorry Dean. That just felt so damn good" he gently lowered your left leg and you expected him to walk out the room due to the awkwardness but instead he moved to the right side and lifted your leg onto his shoulder "Look at me and I'll see if i can get you to moan again from this side" he teased.

You slowly lowered your hands and he winked at you "Attagirl. We're both adults here no shame in something feeling good besides maybe it boosts my ego knowing you moaned like that and I was technically the cause of it...I mean I've heard some of your excuses for dates in the past..."

"Shut up Dean!" You laughed but he started to push your leg towards your shoulder and damn him he'd been paying attention to the last leg and knew just what angle to use because you quickly felt the release in that side and the fucking moan you let slip out was borderline pornagraphic.

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He spoke your name gently and you looked up at him. He was watching you carefully "You good?" You smiled "I'm great" you shifted your hips as much as you could considering one of them was still on his shoulder but froze when you felt something against your inner thigh "Um Dean?"

"Huh?" He asked then must have realized his body had reacted. "Oh fuck darling. I am so damn sorry" he put your leg down quickly and went to stand up but you grabbed his hand "Wait" he wouldn't meet your eyes "I'm sorry sweetheart. It's just you're a beautiful woman, the position we were in...." he groaned lightly before adding "and the noises you were making under me"

"Dean" you tried again and when he finally met your eyes you reached for his shoulders and pulled him into a kiss.

The kiss took Dean off guard. He'd expected you to be pissed at him, hell possibly swing but the shock quickly wore off as he shifted around to push your back down against the mat. You hooked one of your legs around his waist pulling him down with you. He groaned into the kiss when you rolled your hips up to meet his.

He broke away from the kiss to look at you. You were laying under him, eyes wide and pupils blown. Your chest was heaving just slightly and a smile was playing at your lips "Sweetheart what are we doing here?" You raised an eyebrow and glanced down at where your bodies were pressed against each other, thin layers of clothing the only thing separating you "I thought it was kind of clear Dean"

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He laughed lightly then leaned down again catching your lips with his once more. He felt your hands slip under his shirt, an unspoken request for more access to him. He pulled back just enough to slip the shirt over his head and throw it somewhere behind him. He smiled when he saw your hands go towards the hem of your shirt and covered them with his own. He glanced up at you for permission and you nodded so he slipped the shirt over your head and tossed it leaving you in just your leggings and sports bra.

"Come here" you whispered pulling him back down to you. He moved from your lips down to your neck biting and sucking the skin, enjoying what sounds he could pull from you. When he kissed down your chest he felt your breathing speed up as he nipped at your breast through the cloth still covering it. "Fuck Dean" you moaned and he could've came then and there from hearing his name come out of you like that. "Let me enjoy this" he teased before pulling the bra off of you.

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The moment your chest was completely bared to him Dean leaned down flicking one of your nipples into his mouth with his tongue while his hand worked the other. Your fingers dug into his shoulders, the pleasure you were feeling when he'd barely touched you was dizzying.

He moved from your chest, kissing down your stomach and stopping just shy of the top of your leggings. He glanced up at you through his long lashes and you felt a rush of heat go straight to your core "Can I?" You nodded, lifting your hips to help him get the leggings off.

"Damn baby you're already soaked" he cooed slipping one finger inside of you causing a light gasp to slip free of your lips. He smiled wickedly then added another finger, basking in the way you moaned his name "I wanna see what you look like when you come" he spoke curling his fingers inside of you until he found that spot that made your eyes roll back. When your back arched up off the mat he chuckled "There it is"

He crashed his lips against yours in a rough kiss while he worked you over that edge, feeling you tighten around his fingers. You could feel the tension building in your lower stomach and barely got out the words "Dean I'm gonna.." before it snapped pushing you over that edge and causing your vision to go soft around the edges.

"Soo damn sexy" he whispered moving back down your body. You'd barely had any time to recover before his head was moving between your legs, you felt the first tentative lick and moaned his name loudly which spurred his actions one.

The way his mouth felt on your body had every damn nerve ending on fire. You could feel that tension building again already. You'd never come this close together but the moment his lips locked around your clit sucking roughly you were pushed over that edge yet again. He stayed working you over until you pushed at his shoulders weakly "Too much. Too much"

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He rocked back on his heels, wiping a thumb across his lower lip before sucking on it "Fuck you taste as good as you look" you smiled lazily "Normally I'd love to return the favor and I promise to next time but please will you take off your pants and fuck me?"

"Next time huh?" He asked as he pushed his pants down his hips along with his boxers then kicked them off. You'd always figured Dean was well endowed. Awkward moments with hotel showers had happened but damn he was big and thick. You licked your lips and he grinned running a hand across his cock "Like what ya see sweetheart?"

You rolled your eyes "Would like it better if it was inside me" He smirked "Well who am I to keep a lady waiting" he gripped your hips, snatching you closer to him much the way he had earlier. You could feel the head of his cock teasing your opening and could feel yourself clenching around air in anticipation "Are you sure?" He asked and you nearly whined in frustration "Please?"

He nodded as he pushed into you causing a moan to be pulled from you both once he was fully sheathed he held still to let you adjust to him. He caught your lips in a passionate kiss, tongue flicking against yours allowing you to taste yourself on him. Once the pain of the stretch faded to pressure you moved your hips against his to let him know he could move.

He started to roll his hips into yours causing your back to arch up off the mat with every movement "Fuck Dean, you feel so fucking good" you praised and that seemed to spur his movements. He changed his angle just slightly and when the head of his cock rubbed across that certain spot you could vaguely register your nails digging into his shoulders "Right there baby, please don't stop"

"Wasn't planning on it" he teased. It felt amazing but you knew you both needed a little more "You can fuck me harder Dean. I won't break" you moaned and he leaned his forehead over in the crook of your neck as his thrusts got somehow even deeper and harder. You could feel that tension building again and knew he could feel you clenching harder around him "Go ahead sweetheart. Come for me" He spoke into your skin, one hand slipping between you to rub tight circles onto your clit. You came for the third time with a scream of his name on your lips.

Once you came down from the high slightly you could feel his thrusts begin to falter. You turned your attention to him fully, kissing across his jaw and down his neck as you said "Let me feel you come Dean, please. Fill me up baby" his jaw clenched tightly at your words as his thrusts sped up chasing his own release.

He buried himself inside you with one final thrust and the feeling of him coming inside of you managed to push you over that edge for the fourth time.

He collapsed on top of you, supporting most of his body weight on your lower half so you could breath. "God damn sweetheart. I'm so fucking glad Sam didn't help you stretch" You popped his shoulder "Don't be an ass Dean"

After a moment of you both simply catching your breath he leaned up to be able to look at your face "On a serious note I don't want this to be a one time thing and not just this...I um want us to try to this I mean if you want" you laughed lightly causing him to groan considering he was still inside of you "Are you asking me to be your girlfriend after nearly fucking me stupid in the bunkers home gym?"

He nodded "Yeah?" You pulled him into a kiss before saying "On the condition that you help me make it to the shower before Sam gets back because my legs have no feeling in them after coming that much" you could see the moment the smug smirk began to pull at his face "Oh really?" You rolled your eyes and started to say something back but he chose then to pull out of you which caused another gasp to leave you.

"I can manage to help my girl shower" he added with a wink.

"How's your hips feel?" Dean asked after you both had showered and you were laying in his bed with his arms around you. You laughed "They feel absolutely amazing"

He leaned down to kiss you but right before your lips touched you heard Sam holler "IN THE GYM? REALLY. YOU TWO ARE ANIMALS!"

Dean smirked at you "Any complaints?" "None at all" you replied pulling him into you for the kiss.

[4pfsukuna]

B.A.S G. Suguru

Debrief: heavily inspired by Megan thee stallions new song B.A.S. Warning: Smut like turn your screen brightness down and read in private. Geto suguru is his own warning

part 1 can be read here but not necessary to read it’s just Gojo smut🙃

Suguru Geto was a very jealous man, although he kept a calm exterior inside he was a storm of brewing emotions.

You had been friends with both him and Satoru since 6th grade enjoying having two bodyguards…and jesters.While the three of you jokingly flirted with another the boundary was set when it came to any of you being in relationships even if Suguru never stayed with a girl longer than a few months, he blamed it on getting the ick and sometimes you dont know whos sassier him or Gojo.

“Ah so you were kidnapped by snow white” you hear before you catch a glance of his dark hair going into the fridge rummaging around as if he owned it. The two of you had made such a habit of going through satorus things and taking it, honestly it was a surprise he even let you back in. You sat infront of Gojos laptop checking emails and things for your job since you’d gotten so comfortable and he practically forced you to stay. Not that you minded he had fast WiFi good snacks and his bed felt like those luxury hotel rooms.

“I'm assuming that's why you bluffed our trip to the museum” he smirks over his shoulder, covering his pure jealousy, watching your face fall. Stopping your chewing you reach for your phone seeing the missed calls and text from him covered on your lock screen of you him and satoru with your matching koi fish tattoos behind your ear. 

“Sorry my glorious—“ you begin but he scoffs.

“I am not satoru, you can't sweet talk me!” He rolls his eyes taking a bite out of a cake pop left in the fridge. He doesn't seem to be bothered by it but you know better.

The previously mentioned man walks in shirtless black sweats hanging low on his hips revealing the designer logo on his boxer briefs. There's a certain pep in his step and arrogance about the way his sweats hang that Suguru absolutely does NOT miss.

“You're just jealous she spent the weekend with me and not at some boring ass museum” he smirks, bumping shoulders with Suguru who shoves him back with a pointed look. And he knows that glow on satoru, knows that you two fucked he doesnt know you two recorded it but even though he had a new girlfriend this week you two fucking gave him the absolute ick.

For her.

“It was a day and a half and i promise we can go to the museum after i finish this portfolio for my client” you correct Gojo and send a soft smile to Geto who smirks at the pouting snow haired man.

“No i don't want to share you, besides don't you have a girlfriend to bother and take on dates” Gojos sharp tongue jabs at his friend as he walks over to the fridge and he knew exactly what he was doing Getos got a sharper tongue though when he's jealous.

“Actually i do she wants to go on a double date tonight so get dressed” he tells him a challenging look in his eye and the tension in the room grows thick. he's challenging to see if either of you will speak up on what happened and he doesn't miss the way you two avoid eye contact his smirk growing wider.

Gojo catches it though. 

“Mmm no thanks, I'm getting my dick wet tonight” He shrugs knowing whatever upper hand suguru thought he had… he didn't. He can't help the way his heart skips a beat when he catches your smile confirmation for round 7…8?

“Why not two in one night, youre never one to turn down a sexscapade” and he's quick, so quick that it gives you both whiplash as he toys with you now pulling a random piece of lint off your shorts… a pair of Gojos boxers which makes his brow twitch in frustration. You had on his shirt, boxers and socks…you fucking smelled like him.

There was nothing he could say to Gojo so he turned his metaphorical dagger on you.

“Isn't that right sweetheart? Don't you just love listening to your favorite fuckboys sex stories” and he had the audacity to try and GOAD you. Knowing how incredibly possessive your ass was and poison is dripping from his lips at “your favorite fuckboy”. Oh he knew it's definitely known between the 3 of you that he knew. The room gets hotter and before Gojo could say anything they're both reminded why you fit so perfectly into the trio.

“If you think I spent the whole weekend with this blue eyed glow stick and he didn't spew complete filth into my ear the whole time— don't humor me” and it's a triple threat. The nickname, double entendre and you poke back. Both of their heads are spinning at the way you say it without even so much as glancing up from your laptop screen.

Yeah you heard about his sex stories satoru couldn't hold water if you gave him a bucket and strapped it to his chest but now that you've had it there was a tinge of possessiveness you now claimed over him.

It's a tense silence only being broken by Satorus phone ringing letting you know the uber eats driver is down stairs.

“I'll be back, don't miss me too much” Gojo humms arrogantly, fingers running over your shoulders before bumping suguru on his way out. 

You barely wait for satoru to close the door before you start speaking knowing Suguru would try to take control of the conversation.

“Jealousy isnt a good look on you—“ you smirk and he cuts you off, grabbing your chin.

“Are you FUCKING him?” He asks, a deadpan look on his face, his cologne enveloping your senses with a slight hint of japanese cherry blossom making you glare at him.

“Not you in MY business” you roll your eyes pulling your chin from his hand. The fucking audacity.

“Princess” he goads with that nickname glimpses of when satoru moaned it in your ear flash back “Are YOU fucking him?” He enunciates and you hated to be questioned it didn't matter who he was to you.

“Smelling like another woman and questioning ME is crazy” you scoff as he stands in between your legs eyeing you with a slight eye roll.

 “You aint shit” and something about that sets him off, his eyes getting darker as if you didn’t smell like Satoru.

“Oh! Are you jealous?” He steps closer leaning toward your face, eyes flickering toward your lips as he licks his. “Does Satoru know how many times we’ve kissed?” He asks you, hands setting on your thighs with a slight squeeze.

Sure you’ve shared a few drunk kisses with Suguru and maybe a couple of sober ones too but he was a good kisser and you liked kissing when drunk. Why kiss a random stranger when HE was there. Plus you had to test to see if he was that good sober… for research purposes.

Licking your teeth you watch as his smirk returns and you’d do anything to wipe it off, taking his thick neck and wrapping as much as your green acrylic covered fingers around his neck as possible. You smile when he melts into it, eyes focused on your thick pink lips.

“Yeah… guess we both AINT SHIT” and as if he’s psychic he pulls back just in time for Satoru to walk in with bags of food. 

“Guess who got extra food for being shirtless and the delivery guy thinking i was a God” he whoops, setting it on the marble island top  in front of the two of you, you  and suguru sharing a look before laughing. He was sooo…. Himself. 

You engage in mindless chatter opening up the white carry out boxes of food unaware of the looks the duo keeps giving you before Suguru notices there's only two platters of sticky rice he slides one to you and keeps the other for himself quickly using a set of chopsticks to gather a large amount.

Before he could even lift it to his mouth satoru lurches forward taking it in his mouth letting his tongue twirl around the tips of the sticks before pulling back and chewing with a vicious smile on his face.

“GOJO!” He snaps bewildered and the tips of his ears being red lost on the two of you due to his long hair covering it.

“That's for my cake pop” he retaliates sitting back on the stool and you giggle taking a bite of your own rice.

“Satoru, I don't know where your mouth has been.” Suguru says in fake disgust although he goes to eat off the same chopsticks.

“My mouths been places you wish yours was” and the tensions back this time it's playful as the two begin play fighting.

Getting caught up with work you hardly have time to spend with either of them except for a few texts here and there Suguru is relentless in the thirst traps he sends you— laying in bed with audio of his morning voice, shirtless gym selfies even after shower selfies with his towel hanging dangerously low.

 You entertain his game by sending him a photo of you arching in the mirror spine tattoo illuminated by the red mood lights and a black thong and ask ‘do you think this is good enough to send to my hoes’ and he chuckles at your little cat and mouse game. You're conniving, bratty and know how to work his nerve. He doesn't care who you send it to because he saw it first.

Ge-hoe {whats the plans for today, sweetheart} 

You know that's his subtle way of seeing if you wanted to hang out but you were out on a date and it wasnt with satoru either. You debate responding to the text when your phone buzzes again.

Ge-hoe {and Satoru already blabbed that you two went to breakfast today and he was drunk of mimosas so i know that idiot doesn't have your attention for the rest of the night}

You {just enjoying some me time, you?} 

Ge-hoe {Same.}

You had actually been out on a date, makeup done, fresh nail set, new hair style and a brand new outfit to an arcade date followed by a small cafe. You weren't complaining, it was something casual and fun without too much pressure.

You're sitting on the basketball game watching as he misses every jump shot, the two of you laughing about it until you feel someone brush up against your arm. Ready to snarl about personal space until their cologne hits your nose and you instantly know who it is. Dior sauvage with a hint of coconut conditioner.

Ge-hoe {Pleasure seeing you here princess.}

You {likewise}

And when you hear the high pitched voice of another woman you can't help but glance, she was cute you'll give her that— but not his type. You like her style and just as you're ready to compliment her she muggs you sending you the nastiest glare which your smile grows at. You weren't entertaining her when you had matching tattoos with this man. Not enough of a threat when he's lying about spending time with her. But you were lying too.

Lying to me and im lying to him guess we both aint shit

Ge-whore { you look so pretty propped up there}

8 more messages come through and you nearly block him as he lays his compliments on thick. 

The last one catches your attention though.

Ge-whore{can you condition my hair tonight, you know i love when you scratch my head with fresh nails} 

You {youre so annoying} 

You {i want food}

Blueeyedking to group chat {i know you two didn't go to the arcade without me!}

When Suguru pulls up to your semi spacious loft (apartment) donned in a tight fitted compression shirt, gray sweats and sneakers two bags in hand you know he's serious. There's a lot of things he played about but his hair wasn't one so when he sees your extravagant hair care routine he knows he can trust you.

You turn into a certified yapper talking about work taking pride in it as you lather his scalp with conditioner and when his eyes close you know he's thoroughly enjoying it.

“And your date?” He ask now moving to lay his head in your lap as you use your diffuser on his hair claiming something about heat damage but you know he just likes the feeling of your fingers in his hair. You shrug looking over at your calendar.

“What are you wearing to your boyfriends party on saturday” and he opens his eyes to send you a glare knowing you were talking about gojo and you send him a coy smile. Heavy arm dropping down to your calf he begins massaging it pressing a thumb heavily into a specific spot that causes you to let out a strangled sound.

“Ngghh- Suguru! S-stop” you tug on a lock of hair which doesn't phase him. Suguru was no idiot he knew exacctly where every pleasure point on the body was and would sometimes fuck with you and Gojo at the worst times.

“Sounds so pretty saying my name” and this time his fingers brush your knee making you squirm so focused on his hair you don't notice the oversized shirt has been rising this whole time and it now rests on your hips giving him a perfect view of your red lace underwear.

“You wore this for your lil date?” He asks, hooking a finger in the band and snapping it against your skin.

“I wore it for myself cause i look hot as fuck dont piss me off” you pop his finger but that doesnt stop him as he plays with the lace hem the tension rising as you try to focus on his hair.

“Suguru stop fucking playing” you hiss pulling half his hair up into a bun to section off the finished part and he takes that as a challenge.

“I never play with my food” and he leaves a kiss on top of your mound over the lace listening to the way your breath hitches. He flips the both of you in one movement so his back is laying on the couch and you're straddling his mouth.

His tongue is licking a long stripe through your underwear that you feel on your slit making you let out a stifled moan. 

Satoru was an idiot.

Satoru was a big fucking idiot.

There was no way satoru tasted you and let you walk out. Hes licking at your folds feverishly before his tongue swirls around your clit. 

“S- suguru” you moan softly and that triggers an insatiable side of him. He locks an arm around your thigh so you can't move before sucking your clit into his mouth with more intensity.

The moans are spilling out the same way your wetness is your body instantly so responsive as he flickers a tongue through your folds. Thrusting a tongue up into you twisting and curling your hips buck at the intrusion earning a groan.

He uses his free hand to slowly push a thick middle finger in your core curling it pulling the sluttiest moan from you. watching your head lul back and back arch he's committing everything to memory, every moan and gasp when he curls or flexes a finger, the way your brows furrow and nose scrunches cutely when he sucks on your clit but most importantly the way you’re hips buck when he pushes his tongue harder against your clit.

Your moans begin to get higher and thighs start to tighten around his head and damn is he so contempt you both miss the vibrations of his phone on your coffee table nearing the edge…just like you.

He can't help but to snake one of his own hands down to his aching dick that's so painfully hard he bucks into his hand the minute he gets a grip on it.

He moans out the vibration traveling up your whole body as one hand grips the armrest of the couch and he nearly loses it when you start to babble.

“Fuck fuck nnggh fuck sug…suguru i—“ you whine hips bucking against his face and fuck hes losing his mind at the way your hand comes down to hold his face in place.

“Talk to me sweetheart” his muffled words come out and you feel the orgasm ready to rip through you watching his hooded eyes look up at you.

It's when you notice he's jerking off from pleasuring you that you can no longer hold back the orgasm and release down his face juices falling in his chin, down his neck even falling to his shirt.

He doesn't stop eating though, oh no his mouth latches on adding a second finger in listening to the squelching sounds he's pulling from you and the way you keep moaning his name like a prayer. His mouth starts making smacking sounds as he pushes you more into his mouth.

“F-feels so good! Im gunna—Suguru please please please” you whine and you never had to beg but fuck do you sound so pretty when you do and the way your tone gets higher, voice gets needier and pussy gets so much wetter. He moves his fingers faster,  mouth faster and his grip faster on himself matching the way your hips move on his lips.

“J-just like tha—nghh” You cum extremely fast this time your whole body shaking  and his hips stutter ropes of white cum shooting from his tip all over his pants as he lets you come down from your high noticing your body swaying as your breathing gets extremely heavy. 

Chuckling he sits up pushing your hips down to his lap as he rubs your back and thighs before placing a sloppy kiss on your lips. He wanted nothing more than to let you keep cuming on his face but if he didnt get up he was going to lose his mind and take everything you had to give and then some. Hed never make it to actually fucking you.

“So you done fucking with that loser from earlier?” He asks in your ear trailing kisses down your neck listening to the way you pant for him soaking up his whole lap nails digging into his broad shoulders. His phone rings on the coffee table a contact photo of the girl from the arcade and you peel yourself off of him wiping your essence off his lips.

“Quit asking when imma leave my niggas knowing you still with your bitch” and he pulls you back by your thighs massaging them over his lap pushing his hair out of his face long locs cascading over his broad shoulders covered in his now soaked shirt. He pays little attention to what you were saying knowing he'd be single by tonight.

You don't speak to either of them much until Gojo’s party taking your time getting ready, only waltzing in once the party is in full swing.

Its only a minute in before Getos by your side pulling you in for a hug a smooth “hey sweetheart” chuckled in your ear as he holds out his drink for you never moving his arm from off of you. Gojo isn't too far behind pulling you away from the dark haired man taking you in an embrace of his own.

“Princess you finally made it” he yells kissing the top of your head with 3 shots in his opposite hand. You scrunch your nose as you take the shot and push the empty glass back towards him.

“Free alcohol and a chance to dress up and look pretty as fuck? Of course” you finish the drink Suguru had given you,  eyes landing on Shoko and Maki who waves you over.

“Ditching us already?” Suguru purrs an unashamed glint in his eye. He licks his lips and the way your eyes flicker and watch momentarily let him know the two of you are thinking about the same thing.

“Yeah you’ve been ignoring us the past few weeks. I can't remember the last time you called me your blue eyed king” Satoru pouts crossing his arms over his chest.

“What can i say…I’m a hot commodity” you wink before going over to the couch where the girls are, your heels sinking slightly in the rug as you walk.

“I'm surprised you could get away from your boyfriends” maki smirks over her red solo cup and you roll your eyes taking her cup downing all the contents, the cognac sliding down your throat smoothly. 

“Not my boyfriends” you fake gag giving her back the empty cup making her scowl at you.

“Please Suguru hasn’t stopped staring at you like he wants to eat you since you walked in, and Satoru… Satoru has that arrogant smirk” Shoko speaks, lighting her cigarette knowing it would piss off the latter.

“Have you seen how good my ass looks in this dress, and satoru always has that arrogant smirk. Besides we’re a trio” you smile coyly you could feel the heat of sugurus eyes burning into your back. They both send disbelieving looks not even wanting to get into your relationship with the two before pouring more shots enjoying the music and chatter.

It's when the alcohol begins tasting like water that you know it’s beyond time to slow down on drinking especially when you begin…feeling absolutely feral.Truthfully you were not…okay. At all. Geto must have some magic tongue because the way every time you blinked you could picture the view of him under you. Could feel his mouth on you. You nearly came to the thought of this man.

How did you feel like you were missing out when you were the one that let him taste test the goodies. 

“You alright?” Maki asked after you release a small hiccup relaxing further into the cushion. Watching as Suguru and an older dark haired man with a scar on his lip has what looks to be a muscle off. 

He's glaring at suguru with a look of disgust that borders “ill kill you” while sugurus look of disgust is “bitch please your filthy hands couldn't even touch me. They exchange a few words before settling into arm wrestling positions and you smile Sugurus definitely been drinking to partake in something so… beneath him.

“Yeah I just need some air” you tell them standing up and walking to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water seeing Satoru already in there cracking open another bottle of alcohol.

“You okay, princess?” He ask genuinely and your nod holding the bottle of water towards him so he can open it he complies, loosening it lightly before handing it back to you. You waste no time guzzling it nearly choking as you laugh at him goofily singing along to the song earning a smile. 

He sets the bottles down,wrapping you up in his arms, versace cologne strong but not overbearing as he rocks you two gently, unaware of the looks you were getting.

“I miss you, we haven’t hung out in weeks. Do you think I’m ugly or something?” he gasped dramatically, making you laugh as you used his belt loops to keep you steady.

“Ohhhh thee Gojo Satoru” you begin to tease knowing that as much as an arrogant bastard you’re friend was he called your friendship and quality time aka he was a softy that loved validation, a brat.

He leans into your teasing pushing his face into your neck before you feel his sharp teeth graze your neck.

“S-satoru” you gasp shocked and you go to laugh but he beats you to it.

“Never let them know your next move. That’s what you get for ditching me” he pokes your chin and you feel an energy shift. Both of you looking to the right you see Suguru approaching, his eyes focused on Satorus arms around you.

Geto suguru is a jealous man and the thought of someone else having you in the way he wanted pissed him off.

When he’s close enough he leans against the table Satoru has you pinned against staring strictly at the other man.

“The people are waiting for alcohol, especially old scar lip. How'd you even know him?” He ask, taking a shot from the bottle. Satoru only groans, grabbing another bottle quick to walk out.

“You must taste good to have my best friend openly licking you in public” he points daggers at you and if so bitchy at that, he’s not angry. He's good at hiding his jealousy behind a teasing facade but you knew better drunk or not.

“Oh don't tell me you've forgotten Suguru.” you milk his ego slightly reminding him of a few nights ago with a purr and an adorable head tilt batting your eyelashes up at him. It's when you take your bottom lip between your teeth that he's reminded of the faces you were making as you rode his face until you came. While Gojo likes outright straight up flattery Geto prefers the mind games getting off on the mental stimulation. In other words he likes to be talked out his boxers.

“Of course not sweetheart,” he chuckles warmly, using the band on his arm to tie half of his hair up brushing the rest off his broad shoulders. “The offer is always on the table”.

Standing up on your tiptoes and using his muscular bicep as leverage secretly feeling him up you match his smirk pulling the band from his hair.

“I actually like your hair better down it would look so hot in missionary like that” you say innocently pulling his hair back over his shoulders and like a charm… he was talked out his boxers.

The minute the door is closed behind the two of you your hands are pulling him down by the front of his shirt lips on his and he's moaning into your mouth.

He's pushing you back on the bed behind your lips never leaving yours as he straddles your hips one hand propping him up the other holding your head in place.

“You’ve been giving me those fuck me eyes all night” he breathes kissing down your neck directly over where Satoru jokingly bit you making sure to suck a mark of his own on your neck. Pulling your dress down there's a slight shredding sound before he's completely ripping off your dress.

“S-Suguru!” You stutter pulling away and he just lets out a slight hum taking in your bare body.

“What? It's not like it was covering much anyways i'll take mine off too” he pulls his black sports jersey off revealing a perfectly sculpted body and you are momentarily distracted running a hand from his happy trail up his abs to his chest.

“We do have to leave this room eventually,” you begin tilting your head with a pointed look which he shrugs at.

“Won't be anytime soon” he chuckles amused at you even assuming you would. Your hand trails back down to his belt yanking him forward your lips meeting again his hair acting as a curtain shielding the two of you. 

His tongue dances down your chest until his mouth reaches a nipple, his fingers sneaking inside your waistband brushing against your slick clit.

“Oh sweetheart”he grins like a Cheshire cat enjoying the way you arch into him and soak his fingers up. He watches you throw your head back,whines coming out as he circles his middle finger around your clit. Arching up into him to get more pressure he chuckles his finger sliding between your folds and into your core.

“Soaked soo fucking soaked” he heaves adding a second finger grinning when you push your hips down twisting. Giving you exactly what you want he starts thrusting them faster, feeling you clench.

“Suguru” you moan, clutching onto him your soft pants increasing more and more until he makes a particular curl of his fingers against your g spot that makes your eyes cross.

“G-gunna…Sug—“ your body begins twitching as the pressure builds so intensely from his fingers and he only chuckles, pulling his fingers away, making you gasp at the sudden loss.

“Suguru PLEASE” you beg gripping onto him so tightly and it’s exactly what he wanted you under him his jealousy twisting into his need to have you a begging  mess under him.

It satisfied a sick part of him, itching a certain scratch that inflates his ego. So while people were lusting after you, you were writhing and begging under him.

Stroking his thick length you hiss when he slowly starts pushing in feeling the burn of how thick he is youre ready to wrap your legs around him to take some form of control but he grips your thigh pushing it to your chest. 

He leans forward as he bottoms out groaning feeling the way your tight pussy sucks him in and grips his fucking soul.

“Fuck… FUCK” he grunts feelings his pelvis touch your mound and he needs a second or hes going to burst until he hears you let out a soft exhale that sounds strangled and his eyes meet your wide ones. You had never felt so full before, never had your legs forced open because someone was so thick, you could actually feel him in your stomach.

You could fall apart just like this. Everything about this moment was more than sexually satisfying his scent, his touch, his hair dangling down over you the way his dick spread you open but isn't painful. You begin to wonder how many kids he wants and can instantly picture him as a girl dad.

Fuck kids, you needed to be able to fuck this man for breakfast lunch dinner and a midnight snack. Until the walls had no paint, until he couldn't tell left from right, until your throat was sore and his hips hurt. Until your knuckles hurt from clenching the sheet so tight and his bottom lip bruised from biting it so hard.

“Y/n, you okay?” And him calling you by your actual name brings you back down to him bringing your mind from the spiral he sent you into, damn how long was i daydreaming.

“Baby?” He ask sliding out slighty and the sloshing sound makes you look at him grabbing his face to pull his lips to yours. Oh he was so fucked. YOU were fucked. Sliding back in, your hands, find your way to his hair tugging lightly when he snaps his hips. You couldn't find words so the kiss would have to suffice.

“Oh fuck” you whine in his mouth and that’s all it takes before he’s creating a steady pace of strokes  grunting when you clench around him any thought of… anything was lost. The only thing he could focus on was how tight and hot you were around him and how perfectly you were taking him. Part of the reason why he switched women so much was because they always had a hard time taking him and while yes he may look every bit of a sex God some things just aren't enjoyable. Oh, but you? If heaven was real this was it and he could die happily between your legs.

“That's right baby youre doing so good” his voice rasp gently, nearly being drowned out by the loud music of the party. Getting wetter at the sound of praise he takes note kissing your leg that's bent by your face.

“So good at taking me” he grunts in your ear, biting on it easily, pushing you into your first orgasm from just talking and he looks too satisfied to be done any time soon. The way your nose scrunched cutely and you clenched tighter before the warm gush pushed all over his dick oh he needed so many more. How were you so pretty and perfect at everything you did?

Finally relaxing slightly he nearly lets out a strangled moan when you tighten your legs around his hips and flip him over. It happens so fast one minute he feels like he has the upper hand and the next he's at your mercy. There's a feral look in your eyes, you look like you absolutely want to ravage him and as dominant as he is the thought of you taking charge makes him twitch inside of you.

Raising your hips slightly and propping yourself up using his abs as balance you slowly inch back down so painfully slow squeezing as you do and he lets out a broken groan. Inching back up against the headboard to give you a hand he almost regrets it  the way your hips twist and grind into him so deliciously. His grip on the headboard tightens the wood creaking slightly.

The way he bites his lips and gives you such a loud moan fuels you as you repeat the action, hips moving faster as you raise and drop releasing moans of your own as his dick hits that perfect spot inside of you every time.

You slither a hand up to his neck watching his eyes widen the wicked smirk on your face growing the widest its ever been. Its when you squeeze that his hips buck involuntarily up into you but being the rider you are you let the movement adjust you on your tiptoes picking up speed a bit more.

So when he lets out a broken moan that almost sounds like a whine he starts scrambling to get some sort of control over the situation. Using his thumb he presses against your clit rubbing circles to stimulate you more listening to the sounds the two of you are making.

“Fuck baby s-slow down” he moans but the way hes watching himself dissapear fully inside of you is letting you know hes enjoying this to much for you to slow down. Squeezing his neck a tad bit more and tilting his head up so you're making eye contact the smile on your face never leaves.

“I cant keep— ngghh, feel so good Suguru” you purr and even though you look fully incontrol you never fully recovered from that first orgasm you were actually still brain scrambled but you were still taking him— riding him and using him to your advantage so well. 

“Suguru” you whine eyes rolling back and that's his undoing oh but he's not done yet, you decide. The feeling of his hot cum bursting inside of you satisfies a sick part of you knowing you could reduce him to… this. You had to see it again but this time you had to watch his face.

“If you… if you can tell me what i'm spelling” you start leaving a peck on his lips “i'll let you cum again” and he's confused as hell but likes the sound of it. Shit you could probably ask him for his credit card number and he’d sing it.

Twisting your hips in a certain direction you smile when he says the first letter of your name.

“Good, how about this one” and you twist again with a thrust moving his hand to play with your clit yourself watching his eyes zero in on you.

He stutters out the second letter of your name but quickly clears his throat. You smirk repeating through all the letter of your name watching how wrecked hes becoming the closer you get to the end of your name and hes melting at the thought. You spelling your name out on his dick taking your ownership he wanted to lay you on your back and go feral but that would mean he'd have to give this up and for a jealous and possessive man he loved being claimed.

Its when you get to the last letter that you reach behind you grabbing his balls and squeezing as you twist the last letter on his dick and he bursts for the second time and never has he cum this fast back to back… you could definitely ask for his credit card number and have it. Credit card number, his house key… fuck it his soul anything you wanted was yours he swore it.

He realizes quickly that you making him cum wasn't for his satisfaction… it was for yours you were having fun milking him for every drop taking taking taking until nothing was left. In fact looking for more ways to make him cum. He gets a moment of relief when you climb off of him. He was entirely too sensitive and any second longer he was sure he wouldn't be able to feel his dick— in the best possible way.

Hes heavily panting, still closing his eyes trying to get his shit together when the next sensation has his eyes shooting open.

Your tongue teases his sensitive tip and he nearly thrashes in your hand but the lack of energy has him only let out pathetic whines that nearly sounds like whimpers. Oh the joys of breaking a man! Watching your thick gloss covered lips spread around his thick girth was a sight he’d commit to memory and never forget. Twisting both of your hands down and around his length you let your mouth follow licking up your combined mess hollowing out your cheeks with a particular suck that makes his stomach squeeze.

“Fuck baby” he groans ready to tangle his hands in your hair but settling for running it down your spine tattoo over and over. He knew better than to touch your hair. Its when you let half fall out of your mouth, spitting it back into his dick, licking it back up and swallowing before swirling your tongue around the tip is when he starts to plot the murder of everyone you’ve been with prior.

He listened to the way you gag when you take him as far back t in your throat as you can, the sound of you sitting and licking it back up, the slurping the gawk and the gulk before he finds himself getting too overstimulated. But there's a soft wet sound that he knows isn’t coming from him so he follows it between your legs watching your slick covered skinny brown fingers rub maniacally at your clit oh his little freak indeed. 

Your mouth travels down his shaft before sucking his balls into your mouth and he throws his head back, hips bucking up unable to stop himself from grabbing your hair this time as your thumb presses into the slit on his tip.

“Come here” he rasp out, finally coming to his senses slightly right before coming again pushing you on your stomach.

“Sug—npphhh” and your muffled by the pillow as he pushes his dick back in the squelching sound only fueling him as he slides in. He pulls all the way back to the tip placing a hand on your upper back to push you deeper into an arch before snapping his hips back in all the way.

“Fuck Sug!” You borderline yell arm reaching back to grab onto something and he chuckles repeating the motion over and over using your hips as leverage. He slams you down onto his dick right where he knows your g spot is watching as you try to run arch falling completely. 

“Whats the matter baby?” He antagonizes wrapping a hand around your hips to find your clit terrorizing the bundle of nerves until your legs are quivering and lip trembling.

Leaning forward he brushes your hair out of your face taking a moment to just observe how fucking pretty you are like this. His pretty baby, with a face like this you could call him at any time and he’d come running.

“Close… im s’close” your legs begin thrashing even wilder as you clench his sensitive tip leaking ready to fill you up with another load. The way your acrylic fingers grips the sheets as you fall into your  arch even more was such a sight. Party be damned, Satoru be damned and exes be damned. Suguru felt so head high the electricity brewing between the two of you as you both fought off your peaks to elongate the sex as long as possible.

“Oh yeah, sweetheart?” He ask rubbing your clit faster picking up his speed releasing loud obscene groans in your ear and it’s when his thrust start becoming sloppy that you know he's just as close as you are and that’s enough to muster up the tiniest bit of energy to throw your ass back and match his rhythm.

“Cum with me sweetheart” and he begins counting down from 5 knowing he wasn’t lasting 10 seconds at all nor did he even remember all the numbers at a time like this.

“3…2..” he breathes roughly in your ear and your eyes roll back in your head the both of you releasing at the same time before he could even reach 1 the intensity too much and he collapses onto you his fingers still rubbing you through the orgasm until the two of you are reduced to nothing but sweaty heaving bodies.

It’s a comfortable silence even when he moves off of you and pulls you to lay on his chest…and out of the wet spot.

“So messy” he teases, brushing your hair down with his hand, ignoring the way he has strands sticking to his own forehead.

“It’s your fault.. you made me that wet” you grin trailing your fingers over his abs loving the way he convulses slightly.  You're so ready to sink into the soft sheets and warmth he provides until a distinct buzzing grabs your attention, pulling your vibrating phone from the floor seeing you had about 10 text messages from Gojo 2 from Shoko and one from Maki. 

Suguru uses the time to check his own messages seeing he has quite a few missed messages himself though all from the same person.

His ex girlfriend that he broke up with the other night through text directly after leaving you.

Gojo had been looking for you and all you could tell him was that you stepped out for sure ignoring that you’d have to face reality at some point.

“I could go for another round”

“Fuck it, Guess we both aint shit”

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I can't stop thinking about 8. with Omega Max and Alpha Charles, except that it's not slick but milk. I'm just a little obsessed with his chest and the thought of him lactating around his crush, oh my

First up for the omegaverse prompt game (I do have lots of your prompts and I will pick through as many as I can)

This was a wonderful adjustment to the prompt anon 😍. I do firstly have to apologise because this did turn into lactation kink which I have no idea how to write 😂

These omegaverse prompts are mostly just going to be rough and ready rather than fully fledged fics so hopefully you will all forgive me for that and still enjoy them for what they are (this one was was a little longer than intended)

Tags: Lactation kink

The first time it had happened Max had assumed it was a coincidence. 

He had been chatting to Charles in some fancy bar when his nipples started tingling and his breasts felt as if they were slowly starting to swell. It was strange. Not strange enough to concern him immediately though. Charles always made him feel funny. Butterflies in his stomach. Slick in his panties. It was only when noticed that there were wet patches forming on the front of his shirt that he had squeaked and scurried off to the bathroom to clean himself up. 

He’d been expecting his top to be damp with sweat so the discovery of milk trickling from his nipples had set off a whole array of alarm bells that resulted in a mad dash down to a late night pharmacy to get his hands on a pregnancy test.

It had come back negative which he really should have known. Other than letting one of his pit crew go down on him after his win in Vegas he hadn’t engaged in any sexual activity for at least the last nine months.  Still, he’d only ever heard of omegas lactating when carrying or nursing a pup so it was worth ruling the possibility out. 

He’d hoped it had been a one off. A bizarre experience that he would laugh about one day, but it kept happening. Over and Over but always around Charles. The Monegasque would only need to smile in his direction and Max would feel slick dripping from his pussy and milk leaking from his tits. He may as well have been melting into a puddle on the floor, it probably would have left less mess. 

He had tried his best to get things under control by himself.  He’d taken to wearing extra layers and using nursing pads to soak up the worst of it. It was only ever masking the problem though,  Charles was still making him leak even if it was now happening under four layers of clothing. So, after much deliberation Max had hauled himself off to a doctor’s to get check out.

He had been expecting a complicated diagnoses. What he had received was an elderly beta doctor looking him square in the eye and asking him if the alpha in question was one he would like to be bred by.  Max had of course, like any self respecting omega, shook his head vigorously in response but the flush of crimson on his face was seemingly more convincing an answer.

It was true. The image of Charles breeding him was one he’d conjured up many nights whilst laying out in bed with a silicone knotting device pushed up inside him. He’d just never expected his fantasies to make his breasts leak. 

The official diagnosis:  On set lactation resulting from an urge to be bred by a particular alpha.

The cure : to talk to said alpha.

The prognosis : Not good. There was not a single chance in hell Max was going to tell Charles that his tits leaked milk whenever he came close. 

And so Max had tried his best to carry on as normal. He joked around with Checo in the garage. He played padel with Lando in Monaco. And he leaked fucking milk out of his tits around Charles.

It had been absolutely fucking fantastic. It had never been as bad as right now though. 

Max fidgets around trying to make himself comfortable as he tries to ignore the fact that he’s been placed right next to Charles at the FIA gala ceremony. Despite all of the omega’s successes he really was starting to feel like the universe hated him.  There seemed no other logical reason why his white shirt was darkening against his nipples as he waited to go up on stage and collect his trophy. 

It really didn’t help that watching the ceremony was about as interesting as watching paint dry.

“You okay?” Oscar leans in from where he’s sat on the other side of Max and gives the Dutch omega a look of concern. 

“Fine. Why?” Max tries to keep his eyes focused on the stage ahead. He’s almost certain that he’s blushing but right now the colour of his cheeks are the least of his problems, Charles’ alpha scent is filling his nostrils and making his tits feel like they’ve swollen to the size of footballs. If it goes on any longer Max’s chest is going to feel so heavy he’ll probably tip over if he tries to stand up. He supposes he will at least have two pillowy breasts full of milk to cushion his fall.

“You’re whining” Oscar says gently as he lets a hand rest on Max’s thigh and gives it a reassuring squeeze, “Are you sure you’re fine?”

“Just nervous” Max tries his best to smile. If he was going to speak to anyone about his little problem then Oscar wouldn’t be such a bad choice. He doubts the younger Omega would make any huge dramatics out of the situation.

“What’s going on?” Charles leans right across Max to join in the conversation, his earthy scent flooding Max’s nostrils once more and Max is sure that the fabric of his shirt stretches in response to his expanding chest.

“Nothing, just nerves” Oscar gives Max’s thigh another reassuring squeeze before turning his attention back towards the stage.

“This never gets any more interesting does it?” Charles giggles. The alpha is so close that Max can feel the warmth of his breath as he laughs, “We have another hour before it’s our time.” Charles inches himself back in his chair much to Max’s relief. Most of the damage has already been done though, Max’s panties are soaked and he can feel milk trickling down his chest all the way to his stomach. As he chances a glance down he realises that his shirt has turned see through where the material is damp. 

The omega pulls his jacket around himself and tries to hold it across his body. He has at least had the foresight to bring a spare shirt with him to change into before he gets up on stage but he’s determined not to slip into it yet or that will also be drenched by the time his moment in the spotlight arrives. 

It’s starting to feel uncomfortable though. His nipples itch as his shirt rubs against them and his breasts feel heavier each time Charles talks to him. As much as he was hoping to avoid the indignity of having to try and milk himself in a bathroom stall he’s not sure he has much choice. If his breasts swell any further his shirt is going to rip at the seems. 

“We should maybe go for some food or something afterwards?” Charles mumbles quietly against Max’s ear. Unfortunately Max’s response is a lot less discreet, the omega keens happily but his happiness is short lived as he feels another gush of milk leak from his left breast and he’s quickly brought back down to reality. He can’t sit opposite Charles in s restaurant in this state. 

He’s pretty certain that other people must have noticed something odd going on. The milk doesn’t have the strongest smell but there is something rather soapy about the aroma and the scent is starting to spread outwards. The omega jumps up from his chair and sprints out the room as quickly as he can as he bolts towards the bathroom and shuts himself away in a stall. 

Shit.

When Max slides off his jack and looks down to see what the damage is he finds his shirt soaked at the front. None of this seems remotely fair.

“Max? Are you in there?”

Max yelps as he hears Charles’ voice and his breasts tingle and expand on cue like some unwanted new party trick.

“Did I upset you? Sorry I didn’t mean to. We don’t have to go out, I just thought - “ Charles trails off and Max realises its because he is whining loudly from where he has shut himself inside the toilet cubicle, “Max I think you need to let me in or I need to go get Oscar or - “ 

“No” Max whimpers, “Please, it is  just - “ The omega sighs as he tries to work out what he can possibly say that will explain this all away. There isn’t anything though.  He’s a complete and utter mess. There is one thing he is certain of above all else, he can’t go on like this. The thought makes him want to sob. The omega steels himself before opening up the door and coming face to face with Charles. 

“Max -“ 

“I had a sort of accident.” Max mumbles. His jacket and bowtie still hung on the back of the door leaving his crinkled wet shirt on full display as it stretches wet across the broadness of his chest. 

“Oh my god” Charles immediately shuffles himself into the stall and closes the door behind him, “What happened? Are you hurt?”

“It’s milk” Max keens helplessly.

“You’re pregnant?! Who got you pregnant?” Charles’ eyes darken as his chest puffs out. 

“I’m not pregnant!” Max reaches out and runs his hands over his stomach to show how flat it is and then, because he can’t hold it in any longer, he blurts out the secret he has been trying to hold in for so long, “This is because of you.”

Charles freezes. He looks surprised, startled, confused. 

All of which Max thinks are perfectly valid repossess to an omega telling you that you are the reason they are currently lactating. 

“Me?” Charles’ mouth opens and closes a few times as if he’s trying to elaborate on his question. Instead he just settles on repeating himself “Me?”

“I always do it when you are close to me. Always with the milk and the swelling and the tingling,“ Max pauses before starting to babble to fill up the silence once more, “My body wants you to breed me.”

It’s not an eloquent explanation. Nor is it the way Max had wanted to explain his little affliction to Charles. 

“You want me to breed you?”

“My body wants you to breed me?” Max tries to draw some sort of distinction between his brain and his body. In reality they are both pretty much on the same page, Max goes all mushy brained whenever Charles is close and he’d quite happily let the alpha fill him with one or two tiny Leclerc pups if Charles was up for it.

“I don’t understand.” 

“Whenever you talk to me or smile at me or come near me this happens” Max looks down to the ever growing wet circles around his nipples, “It is because I want you.”

Max’s breath catches as he hears the low rumble coming from Charles. The alpha’s scent has shifted again, it’s not sour notes this time, it’s thick and warm enough to make Max want to melt right into Charles’ arms.

And Charles - 

Well, Charles doesn’t look immediately put off by all this. 

“Does it hurt?” Charles lifts his hand and reaches towards Max’s chest but stops short of actually touching the omega much to Max’s dissatisfaction. Max lets out an unhappy little sound and tries to push his chest towards where Charles’ hand is lingering. It’s in that moment that Max finally accepts that when it comes to Charles he has almost no control over what his body does. He’s just a walking ball of hormones falling apart every time he is close to the most handsome alpha he has ever seen. 

Charles cups his hand against Max’s breast and the omega tries his best to bite back a desperate whine as his shirt rubs agains this erect nipple. 

“Shhh it’s okay” Charles coos softly, “You want me to help you get cleaned up?”

Max nods meekly as he lets Charles slowly start to unbutton his shirt. There is a steady rumbling coming from the alpha now. Louder and louder. The vibration like an engine revving. Max is sure that the only time he’s ever made an alpha rumble this loud before was when their cock was inside him.

“Fuck” Charles growls as he eases the shirt off and soothes his hands over Max’s breasts . There’s still milk trickling down, his skin sticky and wet. Yet far from looking disgusted Charles is licking right across his lips. Max tries not to let himself get carried away by trying to work out what exactly that means.

“This is all because of me?” Charles growls again, low and possessive. The alpha’s hand cups and squeezes against Max’s right breast and the trickle of milk starts to build in to a stream. 

“For you” Max mumbles but the words come out as little more than a breathy moan as he sees the milk dripping down over Charles’ fingers and hand, white liquid splashing against the Monegasque’s jewellery. It feels so obscene yet Charles’ eyes are just widening in fascination and he’s bringing his own fingers to his mouth to lick them clean.  

Max holds his breath. The milk tastes sweet. Sugary even. Max knows because he tasted it in one of his weaker moments. Charles’ tongue licks over his fingers again, lapping up the last few drops that have dripped down to his knuckles. 

“You taste beautiful” Charles looks up, his eyes flickering as they meet Max’s gaze, “so good.”

Max feels his skin tingle. His chest tight. Body vibrating. He tries to hold as still as possible. Nothing feels real.  The lactating. The sight of Charles licking milk off his fingers. The sound of clapping and cheering filtering in from the room next door. It’s like a fever dream. 

Charles puts his hand back on Max’s tits, massaging and cupping the flesh and watching the way the drops of milk form and then drip down. 

“This is - “ Charles squeezes again and watches another bead of milk form, “Fuck you’re so pretty. Such a pretty omega.”

Max’s legs shake as Charles leans closer and starts to lap up the milk that is falling down over the curve of his breast. The alpha’s tongue is warm and wet against his skin. 

The omega arches his back and pushes his chest closer to Charles’ mouth. He has never been an overly dominant omega when it comes to sex, he prefers to encourage rather than demand but his hands are twitching by his side as he considers tangling his fingers into Charles’ hair and pulling the alpha down on to his nipple. 

“All for me?” Charles looks up and grins excitedly as he runs his tongue around where Max wants it. The movement slow, deliberate, in control. 

It’s too much. Not enough. Max isn’t even sure anymore. He’s leaking from more than just his chest, his panties are soaked and there’s slick racing down his thighs. 

“Please” Max’s voice is breathless, his cheeks burning red as he watches Charles’ mouth close around his nipple. The alpha latches on and Max groans happily at the sudden rush of relief and pleasure he feels. 

Charles sucks the nipple in his mouth and pulls off with a wet slurping popping sound, his lips now glistening wet. 

With milk.

With Max’s milk.

With Max’s milk that he’s just sucked out of his body. 

“Alpha!” Max whimpers and arches his back as Charles dives back in, this time massaging his hands against the flesh as he purses his lips and sucks more firmly. Over and over until Max can feel the milk spurting right into the alpha’s mouth. 

It makes him feel light headed. His nipples seem to have a direct line to his pussy. Each time Charles sucks and flicks out his tongue Max feels the sensation go right through his body until there is more and more slick gushing out of him. His tits throb. His clit throbs. His toes curls in his shoes. The sight of Charles attached to his tit - lapping, sucking, wet and filthy - makes him whine unashamedly. 

Charles pulls back to take another breath, the alpha panting, milk dripping down off the roughness of his stubble. When he goes back in he goes for the other breast, mouthing around the area before wrapping his lips around the nipple and sucking it into his mouth.

Max almost buckles this time, his legs barely keeping him upright. 

Charles is growling around him. One of the alpha’s hands cupped to his breast and the other - 

The other is - 

Oh 

Max moans and throws his head back as Charles’ hand dips below the waistband of his trousers and down into his panties. The alphas fingers brush lightly against his clit. The faintest and briefest of touches before Max is coming, his whole body spasming as he feels another spurt of milk shooting into Charles’ mouth and sees it drip down from side of the alpha’s lips. 

His body feels lighter. Floaty. Wet. So, so wet. 

Charles groans as he pulls back. His pupils blown. Face damp. He look stunning. Hair ruffled. Cheeks red. 

Max lets his own instincts take over as he gets his hands into Charles’ hair and pulls the alpha into a kiss. It tastes sweet as he licks up and into Charles’ mouth and tastes his own milk. 

Charles is hard, the alpha’s cock pushed against Max’s leg. Nice and big as it presses into the fleshy part of the omega’s thigh. Max can’t help but wonder how much bigger it gets when it knots. The thought alone makes his breasts tingle. 

“Forget going for dinner” Charles tugs at Max’s bottom lip with his teeth, “Come back to my hotel with me.” 

Max nods without hesitation. His body is already dripping all over, his pussy slick wet and ready to take the alpha’s knot, milk still dripping down over the curves of his breasts and down the contours of his body. 

He’s not ashamed anymore though. How can he be when he sees how much it’s turning Charles on. If anything he realises that maybe it’s been some sort of courting ritual all along. His body providing something his alpha wants. Because Charles is surely his now. Fully and completely. 

“Perfect little omega” Charles praises, his eyes wild as he goes back to smothering Max’s chest with warm wet kisses. 

Max closes his eyes and purrs as he hears the low possessive growl Charles makes as he continues to lick up the milk made solely for him. 

[crow-aeris]

Part 2 of Sapphire Eyes: Part 1 is linked!

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After reaching the lake, Bruce tried to lift the mer pup off his shoulders, but it very quickly devolved into the pup wailing in his ear- the sheer volume enough to make Bruce's ears ring.

"Please let go," Bruce pleaded before stumbling into the lake. His boots squelched in the mud, and Bruce could only wince at the sound. He prays for whoever has to clean his clothes after this.

Bruce’s pants were sopping wet, and he was tired, "Buddy, I can't sleep in the water like you!"

In response, the little mer pup just wails again, his lips wobbling as he looks up at Bruce with wide, watery, sapphire eyes.

"Please..." Bruce tried again to pry the pup's claws out of his shirt, but he was helpless as the mer wailed, thrashing his tail and splashing icy water everywhere, "I have to get up early tomorrow!"

The pup dejectedly whimpered one last time before unhooking his claws, dropping unceremoniously into the water, and disappearing into the depths… But not before flicking his tail and drenching Bruce in cold, salty lake water.

Bruce sighed, scrubbing a hand down his face as shivers wrecked through his body. He trudged dejectedly into the castle, ignoring the few servants and guards still awake at this dreadful hour, navigating through the large castle to grab shovels from the Gardener's shed... Which was at the back of the castle… Which was on the side of the lake…

Bruce sighs internally and groans. He'd trudged through the entire castle for what? He did it for nothing...

…He blames it on fatigue.

Bruce heaves the shovel over his shoulder and heads back to the beach where he painstakingly- with more care than he'd ever had- dug a pair of graves farther inland, where the tides wouldn't be able to steal their bodies away.

The king took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his brow and accidentally smearing dirt all over his face. Bruce contemplates tossing the shovel aside and passing out right then and there, but that would be a terrible disgrace toward the dead mers, and Bruce's parents and Alfred raised him better than that.

An aching sensation screamed at Bruce, tearing through every fiber of his being as he dropped the shovel haphazardly in the main hall before slowly shambling toward his room.

Right as he reached the castle’s family wing, Bruce was greeted by Alfred.

"I assume it went well, Master Bruce?" the butler said. A twitch of the man's mustache was the only thing that gave away his amusement.

Bruce groans, exhaustion tearing at his mind like a vicious creature, threatening to send the king to sleep right then and there, "I'll go wash, and then I'm going to sleep. Can you wake me up... an hour before the conference begins?"

"Of course, lad," Alfred's eyes take on a warm and fond light, "go get some rest."

And boy, does Bruce rest. He rests so hard that Alfred sprays freezing water onto the king's face to wake him up.

Bruce groaned petulantly, debating whether or not he should... not attend the conference and go back to sleep. Alas, all it took was a stern look from Alfred to force Bruce to his feet and get ready for the day.

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Bruce sat at the head of the wooden conference table as the barons and dukes of the provinces of Gotham gathered to report their annual crop yields, crime rates, population, and other jargon that Bruce- honestly- could care less of. Even so, Bruce cared about Gotham- this kingdom was his parents' pride and joy- and Bruce would be damned if he allowed this kingdom to fall into ruin.

"If I may be bold, Your Majesty," Duke Drake stood, his wife standing behind him with a calculating gaze, "I'd like to submit a request."

Bruce narrowed his eyes. Jack Drake was known to be a tyrannous duke who asked for too much and gave too little, ruling his province with an iron fist... but that was all he had going for him. His wife, a woman from the Far East who married into the Drake name, was the real threat between the two. She is as cunning as a snake and strikes deals like a spider weaving a web, luring victims into her trap without their realizing.

In short, Janet Drake was the one you should really look out for.

"Speak your mind, Duke Drake," Bruce waved his hand, tilting his head with a sickly-sweet, saccharine smile, "please, I'd love to hear your thoughts."

The duke faltered, but a look from Janet spurred him forward, "The province of Bristol has been growing steadily, and we have been producing knights and soldiers of the highest caliber!"

Bruce nodded slowly, "Your point, Drake?"

Duke Drake coughed awkwardly, and Bruce barely noticed Duchess Drake jabbing her nails into her husband's side, "I would like to request a higher amount of ration to be transported to Bristol."

The king raised a brow, noting how the dukes and duchesses of the other provinces had pinned the Drakes with incredulous glares.

"Why not purchase the rations instead?" Bruce tilted his head. He should really hire an advisor to help him settle these conferences. There was this up-and-coming son of a lesser noble, Lucius Fox, who seemed promising.

"Well," Jack faltered, and Bruce spotted Janet's eye twitch in irritation. But before the fumbling duke could continue his tiresome tirade, a faint yet familiar wailing curled through the air.

"What was that?" many of the dukes and duchesses straightened with alarmed expressions.

The king hummed noncommittally, "Don't worry about it."

"W-was that a mer?" the duke of a random seaside province stammered out, and the king could see anxiety rippling through the room of greater nobles.

Bruce flapped his hand, "Don't worry about it. Well, I think today's conference has been quite enlightening! I'll have the servants gather your belongings and see you out."

"Wait, Your Majesty!" the dukes shouted, shouting over one another with various levels of shock and disbelief. Those who've been dukes since Bruce's father was king were used to his antics, but the newer nobles have yet to adjust to Bruce's eccentric way of ruling.

"Sir!" a servant called, and Bruce barely managed to suppress a groan of irritation. A servant would interrupt a conference only if Alfred instructed them to. "Sir Pennyworth has instructed me to notify you-"

Very maturely, Bruce does not contemplate leaping out of the large window behind him to escape the conference and return to his mer pup's side.

Wisely, Bruce decides that he'd prefer to retain his life, and the king sits down to slog through the remainder of the two-hour conference.

Eventually, Bruce makes it through the painful endeavor and watches the nobles file out of the room into the hall where their servants are waiting patiently. Once the last noble leaves the room, Bruce drops his head against the wooden table with a thud.

"Bruce? What is this mer you've been keeping in the castle?"

The king groans, burying his face in his forearms before heaving himself upright and meeting his neighboring king's amused eyes, "What do you want, Clark?"

"That's no way to treat a childhood friend," the King of Metropolis smiled, his bright blue eyes dancing with amusement, "I'll tell Alfred you've been mistreating me. He likes me better, after all."

"Shut up," Bruce grumbled, shoving past Clark before waving down a servant, "Excuse me, does the kitchen have any fruits to spare?"

The servant nodded, "Some dukes arrived with a few baskets of fruits as gifts for the castle- but may I suggest something, sir?"

Bruce blinked and nodded, "Of course, speak your mind."

The teen nodded, and Bruce could see her being appointed to housemaid if she chose to remain in the castle, "I've heard rumors of a coup or potential uprising from servants within the visiting dukes' manor. There has been word of a rebellion among the nobles, and so the fruits may have been doused with either belladonna or henbane."

The king hummed before nodding, "Have the seeds harvested and the flesh of the fruits turned to compost to distribute among those who might need it. Does the kitchen have definitively safe fruits that we can eat?"

A thoughtful expression crossed the teen's face, "I think we have a few pomegranates and apples. Would you like the fruits peeled?"

"No, thank you," Bruce smiled, "I appreciate the offer, but I'm alright with peeling the fruits myself. I'll be with the Head of El by the lake. Thank you, Alyssa. If we have snacks prepared, could you bring some out, too? You may help yourself to however much you'd like as well."

Her eyes lit up with awe, and Bruce could tell the teen was doing her best to repress a bright smile, "Of course, Your High- Sir! I wish you a good day!"

"You as well," Bruce nodded with a slightly confused smile before heading toward the lake in the back, Clark hot on his heels.

"You still haven't told me about this mer pup you've adopted," Clark raised his brow pointedly.

Bruce shrugged, settling down on the shore of the lake... How was he going to call for the mer? The opposite end of the lake had a canal that flowed into the ocean, and nothing stopped the mer from... leaving.

His fellow king bumped his shoulder against Bruce, "Maybe you should call him?"

"I'm thinking," Bruce huffed, shoving him back.

Clark scoffed and nudged him back harder. Bruce narrowed his eyes, seeing the amused challenge in Clark's expression and accepting it wholeheartedly.

Bruce lunged forward, a smile on his lips as he tackled the other into the dirt.

"What! You never said go!" Clark shouted before kicking Bruce off of him.

"You should know this by now," Bruce snarked and dodged Clark's retaliatory lunge, "all is fair in love and war!"

"You're an asshole, B!" the king shouted before managing to finally connect with Bruce, sending the pair tumbling to the ground.

Bruce laughed, managing to wiggle out of Clark's grasp when suddenly the water erupted into a violent spray, and a snarling mer pup forced himself between the two. His dorsal fins were flared in a clear display of aggression, a rattling hiss-growl falling from the pup's throat as he reared up and displayed his fangs and claws. Even with the display, the pup was barely taller than Bruce's waist.

The two humans fell silent as the pup continued to hiss and growl, his cranial fins wiggling and flapping aggressively.

"Hey, buddy," Bruce kneeled and gently brushed his hand down the pup's back, smoothing his raised dorsal fins and flared caudal fins, "it's okay, he's a friend. This is Clark, and we were playing, okay? He wasn't actually trying to hurt me."

The pup relaxed slightly, chittering with an uncertain expression before leaning his wet self against Bruce's chest and legs. He grimaces but decides to indulge the mer, changing his position so he is sitting down rather than kneeling. Clark joined him, but the pup hissed whenever the fellow king got too close.

"Have you chosen a name for him yet?" Clark asked, watching the pup play with Bruce's left hand, leaving the other hand to card through the mer's oily hair.

"No," Bruce replies, "I want to choose something he'd like rather than choosing it for him."

Clark raised a questioning brow, "What are the chances of that happening? Sure, mers can mimic words and phrases, but there haven't been reports of ones speaking."

The king of Gotham glared at his friend with an expression of faux irritation, "You're such a dick, you know that?"

"Hey! Don't say that near the baby," Clark protested good-naturedly, "you'll teach him bad things!"

The two were so preoccupied with their conversation that they didn't notice the pup's thoughtful expression.

Clark nodded, "Yeah, so we've been trying to have the Groundskeeper plant some native flora to replenish the biodiversity of the kingdom-"

"Ick?"

The pair froze, their eyes snapping to the pup, who watched Bruce's mouth intently.

"Did he just say-"

"Dick!" the mer pup grinned toothily, pointing his webbed fingers at himself, "Dick!"

"I- buddy-" Bruce faltered, watching the pup helplessly as he pointed at himself and repeatedly chirped dick.

"I?" the pup echoed curiously, and the two kings exchanged matching expressions.

"Yes, "I,"" Bruce pointed to himself, "I am Bruce. Bruce. You are D-... You are Dick...?"

The pup narrowed his eyes before pointing at Bruce's face, "Moose."

"Uh... Bruce."

"Boose!" the pup exclaimed before giggling, and Bruce could feel himself melt with amused fondness.

"When we were younger, you said you wanted kids," Clarked grinned cheekily, "was this what you envisioned?"

"Shut up," Bruce doesn’t shove Clark because not only is he an adult, but he is still very tempted to do so. Also, since he has a very young and impressionable pup in his lap, he needs to be a good influence.

Clark, to Bruce's chagrin, does not shut up. Instead, he frustratingly continues, "You should tell Alfred he's a grandpa now, shouldn't you?"

"I will sic him on you," Bruce threatened even as his adorable little mer pup continued to gnaw gently at his fingers, "Don't test me- I will."

"Sure you will..." Clark drawled, his midwestern dialect slipping through.

Bruce scowls and smacks Clark with his free hand, “Why do I still put up with you?”

With a soft smile, Clark leaned forward with an earnest expression far too honest for this situation, "Because you're my friend, and no matter what happens, we will always stick with each other."

As his heart swells with a soft contentment, Bruce thinks he could stay like this forever.

[lamaenthel]

Waterboarding

[read on ao3][masterlist]Febuwhump prompt: Waterboarding

Kal dips a towel in the bucket and folds it in half. "What we are doing today is called waterboarding," he says, pretending like he's alone. It's a dummy on the table, not a real little boy. Not his little boy. "It feels just like drowning." "Can it kill you?" Ordo asks. "Yes, but it's hard to do accidentally." Kal picks up the filled pitcher. "I'd have to keep going after you went unconscious." Ordo nods, filing the information away in that magnificent brain of his. "I'm ready whenever you are, Sir." Kal wants to scream, punch someone, burn down the white, sterile hell they're trapped in until it's nothing but black ash, anything except what they came to do. Instead, he puts the towel over his son's face and starts to pour.

Characters: Null-11|Ordo Skirata, Kal Skirata Wordcount: 759

Kal hates the rain and the way it makes his shattered ankle ache, he hates the food, he hates the way he knows he's trapped on the dar'mandla planet, but what he hates most of all about Kamino is the fierfecking sterility of it all. White walls, white floors, white clothes on the longnecks with larval-white skin and white rings in their eyes, it all makes him dizzy. He's forgotten what mud smells like. Sometimes he breaks the inkballs at the practice range on purpose just to see some color on the walls.

At least they were smart enough not to dress little boys in white. Ordo's kaminii'a fatigues are red to differentiate him at a glance from the rank-and-file cadets in blue. In Kal's opinion, anyone with a set of eyes should be able to do that at a glance based on the defiance and mando'kar that sparkles in the eyes of his ad'ikase, but he isn't paid for his opinion. Those little red fatigues are thin, made from duraweave and were designed to not show dirt and dry quickly when wet. 

"Do you know why I brought you here today, Ord'ika?" Kal asks his boy, squeezing his little hand twice.

Ordo squeezes back. "I assume it's enhanced interrogation resistance based on the last time we used this room," he replies casually. 

"My clever boy." Ordo's five years old, looks ten, and speaks like he's twenty. Kal's heart breaks even more for what he has to do. "Yes, we're training for that today."

"And that's why we're alone." Ordo smiles at Kal's nod, happy to have gotten it right.

"Yes. This is best done solus bal'solus."

"One and one?"

"Yes, one and one. Means just the two of us Mandos." Kal smiles and keys the door. It's a small white room without a defined purpose—a rare thing for Kamino, where everything has a purpose—set up today with only a metal table, a pile of white towels, a white sanitation bucket, and a white pitcher. Even the water comes out white when he turns the tap on.

"Chilly in here." Ordo hops up onto the metal table and sits with his hands in his lap like he's at the doctor, though a normal kid would kick their legs back and forth instead of sitting deadly still like a snake in the corn. 

"That's on purpose. Water evaporates off your skin and takes your warmth with it. That's why we sweat." Kal turns the tap off and takes a long breath to steady himself. "I'm going to have to hurt you today, son. You know I hate to do it, but you've got to learn."

Ordo's eyes are wide and dark in his little copper face. He nods, solemn like always. "I know, Sir."

Kal presses their foreheads together in a brief kov'nyn then draws back, distancing himself emotionally as well as physically from his son. "Take your shirt off and lay down with your head at the edge of the table." 

Ordo, good lad that he is, folds his shirt before he obeys precisely. He keeps his arms straight down at his sides, standing at attention even while laying down.

Kal dips a towel in the bucket and folds it in half. "What we are doing today is called waterboarding," he says, pretending like he's alone. It's a dummy on the table, not a real little boy. Not his little boy. "It feels just like drowning."

"Can it kill you?" Ordo asks.

"Yes, but it's hard to do accidentally." Kal picks up the filled pitcher. "I'd have to keep going after you went unconscious."

Ordo nods, filing the information away in that magnificent brain of his. "I'm ready whenever you are, Sir."

Kal wants to scream, punch someone, burn down the white, sterile hell they're trapped in until it's nothing but black ash, anything except what they came to do. Instead, he puts the towel over his son's face and starts to pour. He watches Ordo stay still at first, then start to struggle once he runs out of air. Kal holds his boy down with a firm hand on his chest. "Thirty seconds, trooper, that's an order," he barks sharply. "Put all of your fear and pain into a box like I taught you. It's not happening to you. It doesn't even exist. Endure this."

As Kal watches Ordo fight his own instinct to survive, he can't help but wonder if the children he sired with Illipi didn't have the right idea about declaring him dar'buir after all.

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[alwaysteveswife]

Summer afternoon | Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader.

An afternoon that, you assumed, would be a quiet one ends up turning into an afternoon of traveling with your group of friends.

Warnings: Henderson! Reader, Jonathan like a best friend ;), a bit of jealousy on Steve's part (I swear it wasn't intentional lol).

Number of characters: 4,601

Summer. A season loved and hated almost at the same level. The hot sun burning your skin, leaving it a toasted color or, in the worst case, red and sensitive. In this season the weather is perfect to go to places like California. Spending the vacations with your family, going to the beach in the afternoon. The sand between your toes, the sea helping to take the heat off with the refreshing, salty water.

For many it's a dream, but for me it's bloody hell. What does your body do when it gets too hot? It sweats. What does the water do once you're in it? It leaves you wet, and what does the sand do? It sticks everywhere, thanks to the water.

When summer vacation came I almost cried with happiness. It was a break from all the stupid evaluations, I could marathon movies of all kinds, go out to eat, sleep all day, be in my comfort zone.

But as soon as I saw Steve and his little group in front of my door, full of t-shirt bags and with the Wheeler's big truck at the curb, I knew that my dream vacation would end up ending up on some beach.

They wouldn't even let me answer, as soon as I opened the door the kids ran to get Dustin, while Steve dragged me to my room to pack a small bag with my necessities.

In less than 15 minutes we were all in the car. Nancy drove next to Jonathan, the kids settled in as tightly as possible so we could all get in, and then there was Robin, Steve and I sitting in the trunk next to the bags.

The trip went by fast. We did a brief karaoke section with our favorite songs. Steve would throw in the occasional grandpa joke, and Dustin would tease him in response, making the rest of us laugh.

When the car parked in front of the beach the kids disappeared as if by magic. Robin and Nancy ran after them so as not to lose sight of them, and the three of us left behind were the pack donkeys.

It was about six o'clock in the evening, and the beach, to everyone's surprise, was almost empty. We set up near the shore, placing two towels on the sand for me and Jonathan. The others took off their clothes and went into the sea to swim and shoot water at each other with the toy guns they had brought.

"Strange, don't you think?" Jonathan was lying on his elbows, watching Nancy and Mike throwing water at each other.

"What's strange?" I closed the book I was reading, taking off my glasses and putting them in my bag.

"Our relationship with Nancy and Steve" He turned to look at me, smiling.

"Oh, you mean that" I nodded, turning my full attention to him. "I don't feel like it's a big deal, you can be friends with your old partner".

"No, it's not that" he laughed, laying his head back on the towel. "I mean, did you ever think you'd be with Steve Harrington?"

"Only in my dreams" I laughed along with him, copying his action and coming face to face.

"There are two of us" he sighed, looking up at the sky. "Sometimes I feel like none of this is real, that one day I'll wake up and Nancy will be in the hallways, making out with Steve in front of her locker".

"But it's not like that" I took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "She's with you, and the only person you'll find making out with is you".

"Y/N" I noticed a slight blush on his face, before he covered his face with a hand.

Before I could disturb him again, streams of water began to drench us completely. I sat up quickly, uselessly covering myself with my arms.

"Damn, guys, what's wrong with you?" Jonathan sat up too, looking confused at Nancy and Steve, who were standing in front of us with two water guns.

"That's a warning, next time I'm not just going to splash you with a toy gun" despite what he was saying, Steve had a big grin on his face.

"I didn't bring change of clothes" I stood up, watching as he dropped the gun and let it fall in the sand.

"No problem, I threw on an extra shirt" He walked over to me, carrying me in his arms as he ran into the water.

"No, Steve! Wait!" I held on to him tightly, watching Jonathan taunt me from his towel. "Jonathan! Help me!"

Before I could scream again, a cold current of water completely shut me up. I surfaced, the water reaching a little higher than my hips.

"I'm going to kill you, Harrington" I moved as close as I could to him, splashing water hard.

"That's if you reach me, you're so small you should bring floaties if I go any deeper" He began to swim deeper, smiling as he noticed me awkwardly trying to reach him.

"You're lucky you're pretty, Harrington!" I shouted, looking at him mockingly, "otherwise I'd beat you right now."

"Catch up with me first and then we'll talk, honey" he said as he winked at me.

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One Hundred Percent

𝙥𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: 𝘣𝘢𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳 (not specified) 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙙: 𝘯𝘰 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙩: 847 𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨: descriptions of a panic attack, a few curse words, very bad jokes cause I'm very unfunny 𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮: You're at your breaking point because of your Chemistry professor. Chan is here to save the day and make sure you are 100%. gif credit: luvknow

You lean back in your chair, your hands pulling at your hair. No matter how hard you tried, this problem had you stuck. Your chemistry professor loved giving challenging problems, but this was the most challenging. You could always look at the video he posted, going through the problems if you were stuck, but you’re better than that. You got this. Just… breathe. 

You lean back up, looking at the semi-finished paper. This one problem taunting you. Laughing at your face. You sigh and try again. The more you try, the more you realize how wrong you are. You cover your face with your hands and groan in frustration. You open your phone to look at the time, but instead to be greeted with 3 missed calls from your boyfriend, Chan. “Shit-” you say, unlocking your phone and calling him back. You tap your foot as one ring goes by… the second one… the third one-

“Hey, love! Took you long enough.” he joked, giggling at his comment. “How are you?” You sighed, “I’m fine, babe. Just… working on chemistry homework.” “Ahh. Do you need me to bring you any food?” he asks, already assuming you haven’t eaten. “Nope. I’m fine. I’m almost done. This one balancing problem is getting on my nerves. I-I don’t know what to do. I’ve been stuck on it for thirty minutes. What do I do? I feel so slow, I- I don’t know what to do-” your rambling getting cut short by Chan. 

“Hey, hey. It’ll be okay. I’ll be there soon. Just stay on the line, okay? Other than the homework, how has your day gone?” he says, trying to calm you down. “I-I, uh, hung out with friends today. We went to the cafe, I got… uh… fuck- what did I get?” you say, breathing getting heavier. “Love? Love, are you okay?” Chan asks, steps getting more frantic towards your dorm. 

His voice became background noise as you looked around the room, grasping your surroundings. You licked your lips realizing how dry they are. You also realize they taste a little salty. What? You touch your cheeks. Tears. Yay. Something you need to get on your paper. “Love? Please, Please answer me.” you hear Chan say frantically. “I-I’m sorry. I spaced out.” you weakly reply. You hear his sigh of relief. “I thought something really bad happened. I’m five minutes from your dorm,” he said. “O-Okay,” you say. You hear the click of the phone being hung up and your eyes go wide. “No. No no no no no no. Pick up. Pick up. Pick up, please.” you plead, tears uncontrollably going down your face. You decide the floor is your best friend, and you sit up against the wall. You hug your knees to your chest and wait for Chan to arrive. 

You sob uncontrollably, trying to catch your breath as you put your forehead against your knees. Your vision is blurry as you get your shirt and sweats wet. Everything is background noise to you, all you can hear is your breath. The next thing you register as you sit is arms wrapping around your figure. You flinch as you immediately hug them back. You cry on Chan’s shoulder as you desperately cling to him. He rubs your back and whispers sweet nothings in your ear.

“I’m here.” “You aren’t alone anymore.” “You aren’t slow. I bet you many other people are having trouble with this problem.” “You deserve a break, baby.” Your breath slows and your tears dry. You sniffle and pull back from him. “Feel better?” he asked. You looked at him and shrugged. “Hmm. Wanna cuddle until you feel better?” you frantically nod and he picks you up. He practically throws you onto the bed and immediately gets in after you, dragging you into his arms. You wrap your arms over him and bask in his scent. “How… was your day?” you ask, realizing you never asked about his day. He then huffs out a laugh as he tells you about his day. Everything that Felix and Jisung were up to, destroying the kitchen as they tried to bake together. How Hyunjin spilled paint all over himself and how he thought he was going to die, Minho threatening to cook him again. It made you laugh and he smiled as he kept telling you about his day.

You sigh as you wriggle in his hold. “Chan. You can let me go now. Let me try the problem again-” you said before he squeezed you tighter. “No,” he said. You kept pestering, “But Chan, I feel like I can do it if I look at it again.” “I don’t care. I'm not letting you go until I know you are one hundred percent yourself again,” he said, kissing your head as he snuggled closer to you as if that could happen. You sigh in defeat and relax in his hold again. He smiles in victory. “Goodnight, Love~!” he said in his sing-song voice. “Goodnight, baby,” you whispered back before you fell into a deep sleep.

A/N: I'm so sorry I haven't updated in 2-3 months? Anyway, have a Chan fic as an apology. Do you accept it?/j You don't have to. Anyway, I hope you enjoy the fic as this is my first kpop fic on here. This was also very used as this was me trying to get out of my writers block. Okay, that's all!! Thnk you, loves!!<3

[midnights-in-love]

I'm laying in bed on my side looking at my full hips and thinking about my pretty puppy girlfriend cuddling up behind me while i watch TV, her naked body wiggling against me while I'm fully clothed. She tries to oh-so-cutely nuzzle into the back of my neck and her paw rests at the hem of my shorts, her way of asking for permission to touch Owner because she is so horny and wants to play with me.

"Go on," I say, turning my head a little to catch a glimpse of her in my periphery. I feel her paw eagerly slip past my shorts and into my underwear, where I'm already wet from how close we were to begin with mixed with the thought of her nudity.

I find a lot of joy in letting her do all the work on this lazy sunday, grinding her girldick on my back while her paw works circles over my front and her paw gets soaked from touching me.

I turn the top half of my body toward her, lifting my shirt to expose my chest and help her out. The movement is silently appreciated, and I can tell by the way puppy immediately covers my nipple with its tongue. Such a good girl.

"That feels so good, little mutt." I moan into the sunlit morning air from the combined pressure of its paw on my clit and its tongue licking at my chest.

"That's enough, girl. Take a break."

Doing as it's told, my puppy leans onto her back, her paw wetly sliding out of my shorts and her muzzle leaving a shiny string of spit on my nipple. I can feel a wet spot on my back where puppy was grinding (precum I'm assuming, since I didn't hear her cum).

I completely turn over so my body is facing puppy, placing my hand on the top of her thigh and massaging up and down her leg. "Thank you, puppy."

It breathes out with a heavy sigh, fully transfixed on my movements and wanting more. More of my skin against it, more friction, more, more, more.

"Settle down, puppy. Owner will take care of you in due time, but Owner wants to play with his puppy first." My words illicit a low, impatient whine as it begins to get squirmy.

I guess I have to make her settle down. Pushing her hip into the bed with one hand, the hand that was on its thigh slides all the way up its torso and all the way back down, over and over so painstakingly slowly that if I wasn't holding puppy down, it would be a wiggling mess. It expresses its frustration with an increase in whimpers.

"I know darling, but I simply can't resist teasing what belongs to me." When my hand reaches the top of her torso again, I trail it up a bit higher toward her muzzle. My thumb effortlessly slips into her mouth like it belongs there and it comes out wet, just the right amount to swirl around her nipple over and over.

Her whimpers escalate to constant and needy, her paws clawing at my arms. "Aw, okay. You're not worked up enough for Owner's cock just yet, but I can give you a little more stimulation for being so good." I grab the lube from the bedside table and slick up my index and middle finger before sliding them into my cute bitch, fucking her open for a few minutes. One finger, then two.

Once both fingers are inside, I can feel the heat burning in her core and the tension is unbearable. The sweat on her forehead has stuck pieces of fur against its face and the only noise in the room is the wet movement of my hand and the sound of its shallow panting. My fingers curl so perfectly against her prostate it feels like heaven and her hole squeezes me just so right.

"Does puppy want Owner to finally fuck her?" I ask, knowing she is far past its ability to speak or think. All I receive in response is cries and her desperately pushing against my hand to try and get more inside of her. "That's what I thought."

Sliding my fingers out of my good puppy and wiping the fluids onto the sheets I plan on washing later, I grab my strap off the same nightstand I retrieved the lube. Fastening my dick into place is a holy act for me, a divine tool of worship and my beautiful girlfriend, the altar.

I position myself between its legs, the tip just touching its wet opening before I apply more lube to make entry as smooth as possible. "Get ready, puppy." With three words, I feel its legs wrap around my back and try to pull me in. Eager.

"Before I breed you, do you remember how to stop?" Two taps on my chest. "Good girl! And do you want to continue?" One tap.

"Fantastic." With that, I hear a huge, breathy exhale as my cock pushes into her slowly and easily, her hole relaxing with her breathing, relieved at the sensation of finally being filled by Owner.

I start off gentle, but my roughness increases naturally at the sound of my sweet little slut's loud, instinctual moans. Her sounds activate something deep inside me, and before I realize it, I'm pounding her into the mattress and sinking my teeth hard into the skin around her neck. My fingers are gripping indents into her flesh and I can't help but growl in its ear between labored breaths. I have to pump her hole so full, breed my pretty whore and mark her as mine.

Before long, I feel its body tense and release as it cums, making both of our stomachs sticky. I collapse on top of it, both of us too tired to clean up. It can wait.

Now I can enjoy my sunday nap with my good girl. 💜

[skzdreams]

pairings: han jisung x (fem)reader

warnings: dom!jisung, sub!reader, smut, slight fluff, slight aftercare, being in a car.

genre:smut

A/N: sorry for no word count! I don't exactly remember it until I'm finished lol I'm sorry!! not proofread

summary: you and jisung are online childhood friends who finally met

You and Jisung were so in love with eachother. You guys met as children online but they became best friends after only days of knowing eachother.

You were the first to confess your romantic feelings to Jisung. You were delighted to the news that Jisung felt the same way. The two of you had already fallen head over heals for eachother.

You guys met when you were turning 13 and Jisung was turning 14. You were exactly a year apart due to the fact that you both share the same birthday.

After so many years, the two were so excited to finally be meeting eachother. Since Jisung was on vacation, he decided it would be great to take this opportunity to finally meet his long awaited love.

He decided that instead of going to see his family this vacation, he would just hang at the dorms with you, and show you around Korea.

Jeongin, Jisungs roommate, was going home to Busan to spend time with his family, so he wouldn't have to worry about a roommate to be in your way.

You both knew what was going to happen when you met. And you were both preparing intensively for it. You brought a box of birth control pills and a pack of condoms, just in case Ji forgot.

Jisung decided he would pick you up from the airport so you wouldn't have to worry about paying for a bus or cab.

Since you were both young, you didn't have much sexual experience at all. Mainly because the two of you were waiting for eachother. You wanted to experience everything together. You wanted to be eachothers firsts.

You arrived the door of Jisung's car. Both of your hearts were rapidly beating out of your chests. Jisung stood up out of his car. You guys could not believe you were finally in front of eachother, in real life.

You both stood there for a few seconds, taking in the reality that you are finally seeing the view of eachother in real life, before Jisung swooped down and picked you up.

He leaned back against the car with you in hand and gave you a warm, long, wet kiss. The soft, gentle feeling of his lips pressing against yours made your body twitch.

You wrapped her legs around his body. That action alone made a hard bulge grow in his pants. He knew he was sexually attracted to you, but seeing you in real life, with that tight little dress on was too much. He let out a small moan into your mouth that made your grab on the back of his shirt as tight as you could.

It took everything in him not to buck his hips up into you so his bulge would rub against your pussy.

Jisung slowly placed you back down, quickly taking your luggage and taking them to the trunk so you wouldn't see his boner just from the feeling of your lips.

Once all of your things were packed away, you both climbed in Jisungs car and drove to his place. You fell asleep almost instantly. The plane ride there was so long and tiring. You didn’t even notice all of your favorite sweets and snacks in the back seat that Jisung had bought for you to surprise you with.

When Jisung finally arrived at the dorms, he picked you up bridal style and carried you up to his dorm. Your face was so peaceful and then your eyes slowly fluttered open. A tired grin arose on your pretty face when you saw the gorgeous sight of your boyfriend.

Before you knew it, you were lying on his bed. The more you lay there, the less tired and the more horny you felt. Jisung walked back into the room with a bottle of water.

" I assumed you were thirsty, you were sweating in your sleep." He said with a small smirk on his face.

You felt your face flush at the sentence. You were so embarrassed.

"Oh. Thank you." You said, barley loud enough for anyone to hear.

"You're so beautiful when you sleep. You look like a little glowing angel."

Those words alone made your pussy throb. The way his brown eyes were looking at you, his hair all in his eyes, he was the most beautiful thing you've ever seen.

You crawled in closer to him, grabbing on his shirt. This made Jisung look at you with the most lustful expression. He wanted so bad to just pin you down and take you.

Your hands slipped and landed flat on his cock. Which was surprisingly rock hard.

"Oh my gosh sunggie, I'm SO sorry. That was an accide-"

You were interrupted with his warm lips on yours. Each kiss was even more passionate than the last. Eventually he found himself on top of you with his hands pining yours above your head.

He looked at you in the eyes to get conformation for more. You nodded. Once he got the okay from you, he slowly lifted up your dress.

All he could do was stare at you and take in your beauty.

"Wow baby, you're so beautiful. Seeing you like this is making me want you so bad. Do you have-"

You nodded your head quickly, knowing exactly what he was about to say.

"They're in my bag. The front pocket."

He grabbed the box of condoms out of you bag that was conveniently sitting on the night stand next to his bed.

He tore a condom off the row that comes in the pack. He took his shirt and sweatpants off as you looked at him, pupils expanded, taking in the beauty of his body.

When he finally took his boxers off, revealing his cock, your breath hitched at the sight.

You took your hands in his and helped slide the condom on his hard dick that was already leaking a bit of his warm precum from hip tip.

He looked at you in your eyes as he slid into your pussy. His face alone told you all that you needed to know.

"Wow baby you feel so fucking good. I don't know how long I can last. I've never felt like this before."

Those words made you clench around his cock. Jisung started slowly thrusting in and out of you. The two of you were already a moaning mess.

This is something that you guys have talked about since you were kids, and now that it was finally happening, you two could barley control yourself.

"Sungie can y-you please go faster." You said, with a breathy voice, stumbling and slurring your words.

Jisung happily obliged.

He began pounding into you harder and faster, making the two of you so close to reaching your high.

"Fuck, I'm going to cum. Please cum with me." He said with his big brown eyes begging you to cum with him.

You both were a moaning mess as you came together. You both caught your breath as you looked eachother in the eye.

He leaned in for one last kiss before you both fell asleep in eachothers arms.

[nerdycrusadecomputer]

Gotta love a good dork | Tao Xu

Just had an idea for a Tao Xu x reader fluff so I'm writing this posting it and fixing grammatical errors in the morning when i can actually read and write properly

In this AU Elle never had a crush on Tao even tho they are so cute together (so sorry for the Teller shippers)

Anyway-

Keywords: Y/n - your name

Tao Xu x gn!nerd!reader

Warnings: none just tao being a dork

(gif us not mine)

The sound of rustling leaves and the storm of clouds was heard from outside as y/n ran to their best friends house as the rain started to pick up, "God! Why'd i have to go while it's bloody raining!" Y/n cursed at themselves as they gripped on their big tighter as they were coming closer and closer to Charlie's place

They knocked on the door rapidly as Charlie's older sister opened the door, "You're soaking wet." She said in her normal monotone voice, "didn't notice." They said playfully rolling their eyes, "anyway I'm here for movie night." They said and Tori moved out of the way to let y/n in

---Y/n's pov---

(cuz it's easier)

I put my coat on the coat hanger and took off my boots, somehow i was dry, aside from some of the droplets on my pants and some on my shirt i was dry, "we'll talk to ya later Tori." I said running up to Charlie's room

I could hear slight arguing coming from inside, I'm assuming that Tao was fighting with someone over a movie, and there were lot of people he could fight with, i mean it was already enough with Charlie, Elle, Isaac and I, but with Tara, Darcie and Nick joining it was probably crazy in there

I knocked on Charlie's door and everyone seemed to quiet down, "do i have to enter a password or something?" I asked through the door as i could hear a couple of giggles from the other side

"come in!" Carlie yelled, i opened the door end went inside his room, "hi everyone!" I said enthusiasticly, "okay now that everyone is here we just have to choose a movie." Nick said, "how about this." Isaac said pointing to a comedy that all of us had seen over a thousand times, "nope, does someone else have any suggestions?" Elle said looking around as Tap scrolled down, i saw one of my favorite science fiction movies and pointed at it, "oh how about this one!" I said, "sure I've never seen it-" "y/n c'mon science fiction? Really?" Tao asked, unintentionally cutting of Nick mid sentence "yeah it's a good movie!" I said, "fine but on the next movie night I'm picking a movie?" Tao said and everyone else groaned

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Halfway in to the movie everyone was confused about the plot, "How does that even work?" Everyone was asking while watching the movie, confused about either the special effects or just the math in general, and i was the one that had to explain everything to everyone, well except for Isaac and Elle, they understood the plot easily because they actually payed attention to the movies small details

Everytime i would start to explain something to someone i could always feel a pair of eyes on my lips as i spoke, but i just brushed it off as my lips getting sore from all the talking

After the movie was over we all decided to head home since it was getting late, even tho it was the weekend but our parents would probably yell at us for staying up so late at a friend's house

Since Tao and i lived on the same block we starter to walk home together, luckily the rain by this time had stopped and there was only the smell of grass, leaves and fresh/ dirty water left of it

"so y/n..." Tao started, "Tao..." I teased looking towards him but stopped after seeing how tense he was, "something wrong?" I asked, "no! No just nervous that's all." He said, "about what?" I asked, "y/n i have to tell you something." Tao said, "what is it, you better hurry up cuz were about five minutes away from your house." I said looking at my phone to check the time, looking back at Tao i could see he was sweating, "ilikeyouy/noikeveryverymuch! (I like you y/n like very very much is what he said)"

I stopped for a moment letting the gears slowly turn in my head as i processed what he just said, as soon as I realized my shocked face soon trined in to a wide smile, "i- i- i know you- i know you probably- you probably don't feel the same- y'know what I'm just gonna- yeah bye." He said as he took a sharp turn towards a longer pathway to his house, "Tao wait!" I said as he turned around, i didn't expect for him to stop to soon so i ran in to him as he slipped on a wet leaf and fell down with me in to a puddle, i shivered at how cold it was and started to slightly laugh at our situation

Tao slowly picked up on the laughter as his sad frown slowly turned upside down as he started laughing at our inconvenience, "why are we-why are we laughing like maniacs?" I asked in between laughs, "i-i don't know!" Tao yelled as he laughed even more, making me laugh harder as my stomach cated to hurt

Out laughter slowly died down as i looked up at Tao with a loving smile

My eyes slowly widened and my cheeks turned pink as i noticed in what position we are, "o- oh I'm so sorry!" I said s i stood up and pulled Tao to his feed, "it's fine..." He said, his smile faded in to a frown

"Tao...

I love you to dork."

And that was all ladies and gentlemen, and the non-binary's hope you liked it! Anyway please leave some requests im bored ;-;

I'm gonna do the fixing up in the morning, it there is something that needs to be fixed up ofc

[zuffer-weird-girl]

I may be hella afraid of birds but that wont stop me from making this.

Injured wing

The poor thing was in the balcony of the apartment. Making sounds and flapping their wings at ferocity to try to take flight again as you watched in pity.

Taking a warm towel from the dryer, your boyfriend's one since it was the comfier to be exact, you picked up the squirming little brow winged creature and took inside. You didn't had the heart to leave it out there, especially due to the snow.

While taking things out of cabinets, you didn't noticed your phone buzzing with the notifications of a certain... top hero calling you.

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"A nightingale." You mused as you read on the internet what type of bird was now having fun on bathing on q small pot of water and singing to its heart content "How adorable!" You gushed as it shock out of the droplets of water as you carefully put a sorta of a tiny sling on a popsicle stick to mantain its feather that seemed to be broken stood on place.

"Sorry buddy, guess you're gonna have to stay like this for some time." The bird seemed to calculate your words before tweaking as you giggled at its cuteness.

That is until you heard the door opening and clicking shut.

Fuck. Keigo.

You grabbed the bird delicately and put it on a box filled with a soft towel and placed on your bed before going to open the bedroom's door to see a soaked wet, hair flat and worried hero with a frow.

"Is this some sorta of revenge or what? I was worried sick (Y/n)! You weren't answering your phone so I thought something happened." You picked your phone in confusion.

"You did?" Shit "oh..."

"Yeah. 'Oh.'" He crossed his arms before sighing cupping your cheeks "Why did you stood me up? I thought we were going to have dinner together on that restaurant."

"God!" You face palmed "I totally forgot! I'm so sorry Kei!" You whined as he let out a chuckle.

"Is fine. Although I would like if you compesate for m-"

Before he could finish his sentence, you both froze when a couple of chirps were heard. You analyzed his expression and soon giggled in nervousness at seeing his wings puff up in alarm.

"Was that.. was that a chirp?" He yed you, his pupils dilated as you took a step back with a smile.

"I.. I dont know? Maybe they are out there singing." You rolled your eyes and sweated when he towered over you as you kinda protected the nightingale inside the box with your body.

Yet the chirps intensified...

"There is a bird in here." Hawks more accused than asked as you giggled in nervousness once again.

"A bird? Why would a bird be-" the nightingale manage to escape the box and tweaked at both of you "...here."

"What is he doing in here?" He asked, if you didn't know Keigo enough, you could assume he was... unpleasant.

That's why you were so hesitant on showing the little nightingale to him in the first place when he showed up. You werent blind, and knew Keigo had some bird attics that showed up here and there. It wasn't as frequent as it would be however he was resting if the commission hadn't somehow put their hands on it. But Keigo didn't hold much strings around you. So... you could clearly see that your boyfriend wasn't happy when another one of "his kind", especially a male, he could tell somehow it was a male by the chirping dont ask why, was beneath the same rooftop as him with his partner alone.

"Is here because he is injured Kei, he needs some treatment." You cupped your hands together for the nightingale climb in it as Hawks hlardd holes at the little thing.

"Take him to the vet or something kid, this ain't a clinic." You flinched at his words but still remained strong.

"No I am not." You said "I dont know if they are going to sacrifice him or not Kei, I cant take chances."

"Do you even know how to take care of a bird in the first place dove?!" He asked, hands up as his wings puffed even more which made you snort and arch an eyebrow at him as the fella in your hands chirped.

"Well, I do have some knowledge of wings. And have to take care of one on daily basics." You giggled at the expression of shock and insulted Keigo did before walking off and leaving him groaning and sulking at knowing you wouldn't get rid of that street bird...

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"Keigo Takami." He froze when he heard his full name coming from your mouth "Put that phone down. That little bird is going to stay until it gets better." He did just as you said with an eyeroll before pouting in anger at seeing the bird at your shoulder.

That's his place to put his chin on and snuggle your neck with his face. His.

"And you have to carry that thing whenever you go now? That must suck." He tried to joke, leaning with crossed arms on the kitchen counter as before his face completely fell as you simply chuckled and said it didn't bother you at all.

"Seriously?" He asked in disbelief before grabbing his mug taking a few gulps before you widened your eyes and giggling "What are you laughing at?"

"Is just that mug was full of water early and maybe our little friend may have took a bath in it." Your boyfriend stood up so fast and soon you heard disgusting noises of vomiting .

"For god's sake KEIGO I WASHED IT!"

"I DONT CARE THAT THING SHOULDN'T BE BATHING ON MY STUFF WHAT THE HECK?!"

You sighed, waiting for your boyfriend to be back as you feed the little bird with some seeds carefully, soon being met with Keigo, still brushing his teeth.

"Drama king." You chuckled as he groaned "You know he is not a thing Kei, is a nightingale."

"Great knowing it." He said with a mouthful of toothpaste before spitting into the trash, saying something about not dirtying his bathroom with other birds germs or something.

He looked at you a bit in defeat at seeing you feeding the bird as you noticed his wings drooping a bit.

"What is wrong now bird brain?" You giggled at his expression.

"You should be feeding me ... your boyfriend." You snorted before picking a sunflower seed and showing it to him.

"I thought you didn't liked this stuff?" Yoh asked cheekily as he groaned.

"There is chicken, takoyaki, nuggets heck everything that I eat!"

The bird chirped and you nodded thoughtfully as he stared at you in confusion.

"Cannibalism. I agree."

"Oh cmon I thought we were over this..." he sighed before getting something from the fridge as he scowled at the chirps following after.

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He glared at the bird chirping a song as you hummed in delight at the sound, staring lovely at the nightingale.

"Oh cmon Kei!" You poked his cheeks which was puffed "You have to admit is a amazing sound! Nightingales are famous for that!"

"Hawks are famous for other things too y'know?" He grumbled before widening his eyes at seeing you werent giving him attention, instead grabbing your phone and recording the nightingale's chirping.

"Hm? What did you say Kei?" You looked up at him with that smirk which made him scoff and stood up with crossed arms and going to the kitchen.

You stiffled your giggled, going to your pouting boyfriend and hugging him lovingly after putting the injured bird back to safety.

"You're really jealous huh?" You carresed his chest as he breathed in and out, cheeks red at being so obvious about his feelings.

"Is a form of flirting birds singing to their mates. That little shit." He mumbled, earning you a laugh that made him smile as feeling you peppering kisses all over his neck and jawline before he caught your lips with his.

You broke apart with a goofy smile as he chuckled before deadpanning at hearing chirps before puffing and straightening his wings on all glory before shouting at the nightingale:

"GO GET YOURSELF A PARTNER! THIS ONE IS TAKEN YOU PIECE OF CRAP!"

You never laughed so hard in your life. A sound that, for Keigo at least, was far more beautiful than any chirping, singing or melody on this whole world.

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After a few days you saw Keigo's hatred for the nightingale easing slowly but surely. Yet you never thought that coming home late on one of Keigo's day off, you would see your boyfriend, layed on the couch with a finger up holding the bird he claimed to hate it and whistling some similiar tone along with the nightingale's chirping.

You stared in shock yet awe at the look of your boyfriend directed to the bird as the sounds came out of his lips before chuckling.

"Your wing soon will be better by the looks of it. Isn't (Y/n) a great nurse?" He mumbled, a sadness deep down on his gaze as he saw the bird clapping the wing that wasn't wrapped up "You got freedom and my dove's attention bud, how could you and (Y/n) not expect me to get jealous?" He chuckled sadly as you frowned, walking slowly towards him, pretending to not overheard his monologue.

"Hey pretty thing, back already?" His cheeky smile was back as you looked at it in awe before kneeling in front of the couch he was layed on and kissing him deeply, making him close his eyes in bliss and pull you closer with his free hand by the neck.

You broke apart as he panted with a glossy yet pleased look. Ignoring the chirps for a bit, you carresed his golden looks as he closed his eyes with a smile.

"Redeeming yourself for giving attention to this bird and not me for these past few weeks?" He murmured happily yet drowsily as you giggled and kissed his forehead softly.

"You could say that bird brain." You stopped for a bit, hearing him whine miserably for you to get back, cupping your hands for the bird to get in.

"Cmon..." he whined, arm dropped over his face as the other rested on him until he felt you tugging on his shirt.

"Just get up lazy, I'm giving you all the attention you want." At this, you saw his golden eyes practically glow in bliss as he stood up as fast as he could.

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He stretched his arms as he sitted up on the bed. Hair untamed and eyes unfocused until they dropped on the bird that had exited his box and was flapping both of his wings. Both.

"Huh. You look all better." He smirked as he felt you shift and rest your chin on his shoulder with a drowsy look.

"Who is better?" You mumbled before he pointed at the bird jumping and trying to take flight.

"Your friend there." You squealead as hs chuckled, grabbing the nightingale in one hands as he unwrapped the the made up sling as he waited patiently for the little fella to flap its wings and fly just a few centimeters above his palm.

"Cmon dove." He ushered you to follow him on the balcony as he had a gentle hold on the nightingale "Go little buddy, being stuck on a unknown place forever isn't goog for anyone."

And with a little movement of his hand, the nightingale took flight with beautiful chirps that made you smile but soon look at your boyfriend with a sad smirk as he watched the little bird fly away.

It wasn't sadness because he got attached to the nightingale. It was because that, even a small bird as he, could be free and not him. A grow up man that had a partner but was still caged by the comission...

You carresed his arm before hugging it and placing a sweet kiss to his cheek which brought his attention back to you.

"How about some hot cocoa my handsome? You still got some minutes stuck with me until you go to work." You said softly in Hope's to cheer him up.

He looked at you in some sorta of shock before chuckling and bringing you close enough to him to hear his heart beat and feel his warm yet chapte lips on your forehead.

"Being stuck with you is the only way that keeps me going to be honest."

[kailspider]

Lil' Theif

(Sam Winchester x Reader)

Prompt: As the Winchester boys and (y/n) travel all over that sometimes leads them to share necessities.

Warnings: mentions of sexual tension/further sexual actions, mentions the smell of cigarretes, partial naked dean and sam?

AN: I think you guys will love this one, i dont know how i got this idea but i knew i had to write about it.

(No one's POV)

Apart of the job is constantly trying to find new work wherever it may take us, this time it was Las Vegas. Sin city always has the whole load case when it comes to the supernatural. We checked into a small motel just across from a Denny's. By the time the hunt was completed we were covered in aches and bruises. Not to mention this demon left behind a horrible odor, worse than usual that soaked into our skin.

As Dean pulled the car around the back of the motel, Sam and (Y/N) waited in the front lobby for him. The smell of cigarettes and the sound of elvis could be heard above us in a tiny speaker attached to the ceiling. The front desk attendant probably assumed we were out of our minds seeing us in our "after- hunt state".

The bell that sat on the door made a jingle sound, signifying someone had walked in. Dean looked exhausted, Sam had offered to drive the remainder of the way but you know how he is with baby.

(Y/N'S POV)

"Dean, what took you so long? i'm starving man"

I said obviously to mess with him. He looked up at me and shot me these daggers in his eyes, I laughed grabbing my backpack along with Sam's since I lost a rock-paper-scissor match in the car. As Sam grabbed the key to the room I started slugging along the heavy backpack, I love the man but damn what did he have in here.

Sam like a little kid ran past me in a gust of wind, then followed by dean who was trying to beat him to the door. Just our luck the motel only had one room left with two beds, so that means for however long we remain here I will be stuck in a room with these two knuckleheads.

I finally made it to the door a few minutes after them, the room was cold and smelled exactly like the lobby. I could hear the shower running already and made eye contact with Dean who was already spread out on the bed closest to the air conditioner. I sighed and dropped the bags on the other bed.

Dean looked up when he heard my loud indicator of exhaustion,

"Chop Chop kid, this is why I don't play that game with Sammy." he laughed and went back to laying down flat.

Now it was my time for staring, I plopped onto the wobbly bed trying to rest my eyes for a quick minute. The shower shut off and that was my cue to lay back against the headboard. I grabbed the tv remote quickly turning it on to find something for background noise.

The white bathroom door opened and the steam was so bad that I could feel the heat sticking to me. The scent of nature, almost pine and sandalwood filled my nostrils immediately. I turned my attention to the big figure standing in the hallway

Sam had walked out in nothing but jeans, no shirt, and a towel for his wet hair. He was moving his hands in a back and forward motion attempting to dry his hair, showing off the muscle definition of his arms and literally everywhere else.

I was trying not to imagine what would've happened if he had forgot his clothes accide- woah snap out of it. I am in love with him but he does not need to know this just yet. I didn't even realize I was staring for so long until i heard a devious laugh from the right side of me.

Of course, someone did take notice. This devil's name was dean. He had noticed almost immediately the trance I was in because of the sight before me. He shot up and quickly ran to the bathroom for his shower turn. Before I could object that I wanted to go first, he had locked the door. Now, it was just me and the half naked Sam.

I won't lie, I am sweating bullets. He not only walked over to my bed where I was spread out, but he also sat down throwing the towel he had to the side and watched whatever the remote landed on. His laughs filled the room at the rom-com on the television, my view was now the muscular and wide back of this man.

As a way to distract myself, I was getting up to gather my clothes from the bag on the floor. I noticed sam had laid back with both hands behind his head. His body was now closer to where I was, giving me a better view and a stronger smell of his wash. It was enchanting, I quickly finished grabbing my clothes and had a plan to bang on the door until dean got out. As I turned to head towards the door, I tripped on dean's bag dropping my graphic t-shirt and underwear onto sam who looked fast asleep.

I mentally wanted to scream and take off out of the room, but it's okay no one saw. I was slowly reaching for my stuff, not even realizing the shower had shut off. I managed to get the shirt but the underwear was on his jean area. I managed to push down my embarrassment and slowly reached for the-

*Bathroom door opens*

"Well, well, well kid. You just couldn't resist yourself while I was in the shower, I can't believe you had the balls to do it first considering sam here-" he was louder than usual and had awoken a napping Sam.

Sam opened his eyes to see his brother in only a towel around his v-line, and his other best friend stopped in motion above his jeans where your underwear had fell. He immediately saw the situation and blushed hurriedly getting up. Grabbing your underwear like it was cursed object and handing it to me.

The only thing that could be heard now was an annoying laughing dean. I immediately made my way to the shower with no words and tried to stay in there forever, but my skin was shriveling so I had to get out. I walked out in actual clothes unlike some of these people, and noticed the winchester boys whispering. I didn't like it, not one bit. The room fell silent and I just looked skeptical at them.

The silence was broken by dean coughing who was now fully dressed,

"this room is truly the life of the party, well I want food so I will go pick something up, you and sam wait here until I get back" he motioned grabbing his keys and sam's wallet. I turned around to watch dean already halfway out the door, he turned back, winked and left.

I HATE HIM. i cannot believe he would do this, I slowly turned back around to stare at the other brother whom was staring at me as well. I laughed awkwardly and made my way to the other bed. The tv was showing the flintstones and somehow I wish i was in tv land and not here.

Sam kept shifting in his seat across the room, then stood up and walked towards me. He stared at me until I had to acknowledge his presence. My eyes slowly moved up his abs and found myself avoiding his gaze.

He cleared his throat,

"(Y/N), when have you ever sat across the room for me. Come sit down with me i'm not going to bite. I mean unless you want me to" he sneered.

This was not my sam. What did dean do to him? Could he have told sam about my crush?

Sam was still staring at me waiting for an answer, I looked up and said,

"Well why don't you come lay over here? effort goes two ways you know"

Wrong choice of words. All of a sudden his big frame was crawling over me to get to the other side. The bed dipped causing me to roll more to the left than I'd like causing me to meet into his side. I moved quickly back to my resting state, with now sam at my side.

Awkward silence filled the space between us, it was never like this. He's my best friend and I couldn't believe how nervous I was. I placed my hands to the side of my body so I could relax a little but found my hand touching his at an angle I didn't dare to look at. I moved my hand away but all of a sudden felt him put it back down to where it was.

When I turned to say something, Sam had been staring at me for I don't know how long. As in an affection stare, but he couldn't right? until he confirmed it,

"how are you so beautiful, when you're so nervous princess" he said softly as if he only wanted my ears in the entire world to hear it.

My ears turned crimson red, along with my cheeks, not to mention my heart jumping to a sky high limit. I didn't believe a thing I just heard. I didn't want to face him so I looked away but was stopped by a large hand turning me back around to face him once again. He leaned in real close when it looked like he took a deep whiff of the air surrounding him.

He had searched for the smell, but couldn't place it. He picked up a strand of my hair and it was like a slot machine winning. He smirked slightly and motioned my head closer to him,

I bent down and heard him say,

"You're a lil thief you know that? using my favorite shampoo and conditioner. I never thought I would be so attracted to this scent on someone else." he said in a very husky voice.

I was in complete silence, so many things ran through my head at once. I decided to play along before I chickened out, I bent my head at a slight angle to stare him in the face. Sam had beat me to it once again,

"From now on, only you are allowed to use my bathroom essentials, and when you do so I want you to wear my clothes to bed only. Got it?" he said waiting for a response.

I nodded my head in a quick reassurance. We both were having fun with this new feeling we both discovered together. I spoke up finally,

"How much time do you think we have before dean gets back?"

[obsidiancreates]

Glazed Over

He'd expected a bit of a mess when he came to visit.

Mark usually had staff clean for him, after all, and after the... after It All, he'd heard the entire staff of Markiplier Manor had been fired, save the gardener. And gardeners don't exactly clean up after despaired actors.

He hadn't expected this.

Damien stares at Mark laying on the couch, eyes glazed over and fixed on the ceiling, breaths coming in slow wheezes and hand gripping an empty bottle of wine older than both of their ages put together.

The wine was backup, Damien realizes as he gets closer, because it seems Mark had emptied all of the whiskey and beer and left the bottles to form a new floor. They clink and crash quite loudly, even as Damien tries his best to move through the room without disturbing anything.

Mark doesn't even blink.

"Oh, old friend," Damien says softly, ignoring the shooting pain in his bum leg as he kneels at the side of the couch. "Please tell me you're still with us."

Damien shakes his shoulder a bit. Mark's hand shoot up, grabbing Damien's wrist tightly and squeezing with the grip of a boa constrictor.

Damien holds his breath, Mark's nose an inch from his, eyes still glazed but mouth twisted in a snarl-

And then it all fades away. Mark blinks, his eyes... don't quite clear, but focus a bit, at least. He releases his grip and laughs drunkenly, the stench of alcohol on his breath mixing with something... else. Almost... rotten.

"Oh, it's you." Mark's hand drops, falling limp off the side of the couch. "Wha's the matter, hmm? Need money f'r your cam, guhm, campl-rain?"

"No, no." Damien pulls out his handkerchief and dabs away the spit dribbling down Mark's chin. "I came to see you."

Mark scoffs, though it sounds more like a wet cough. "See me, n'-one... you're on her side."

"I'm not on any sides." Damien brushes the sweat-slicked hair out of his friend's face.

"Sh' left me." Mark's voice trembles. "Wi' that... traitor. S'pposed t' be forever..."

"Let's just get you to bed. You're wasted."

"Mmm, y' know all abou' that." Mark laughs cruelly, even as Damien helps him stand on legs that have likely gone numb from being filled with alcohol moreso than blood. Damien ignores the jab.

"You should hire your staff back," Damien grunts out as they, by some miracle, make it up the stairs without falling. His leg is screaming at him, but he can ignore it for a while longer.

"Don' like it here." Mark's breathing is even more labored than before. Damien can not only hear the rattling breaths but feel it in his own with his friend pressed against him like this.

"Who not? It's a beautiful mansion, I'd assume anyone would want to be here."

"No' Celine. She jus' wants Willflim."

Damien would laugh at that, and in fact William himself would laugh at that, in any other circumstance.

"No' enough f'r her." Damien's legs nearly buckle as he helps Mark into bed. He gets the sticky, alcohol-and-sweat laden robe off of his friend as Mark babbles on. "She didn' know. I dind't know. Too much now, though..."

Damien rifles through the piles of clothes around the rooms, clean mixed with dirty. The closets have been torn apart, and out of the corner of his eye he thinks he sees some of Celine's dresses hanging off the balcony railing, like they'd been tossed away but the wind brought them back.

"Tried t' leaf me alone... bu' I'm not- there's too much here..."

"Just one more damn robe," Damien mutters to himself. He pulls one out, but the chest is littered with holes, and it's oddly crusty. He lets go of it quickly, not even daring to guess what the crust could be. And the stench...

Mark laughs again from the bed. "Lil' par's... here an' over there... heh... I'm opening th' window in the other room an' I'm sitting a' the-the fable... table... an' in th' hallway..."

He can't possibly help Mark into a shirt right now, he's already pushed his leg beyond what it can handle. Dammit, he'll be bedridden for at least a day now, maybe more.

"It's watching us, you know."

Damien stills. "What?" He looks back at Mark.

Mark is hanging halfway off the bed, contorted in a pose that looks like agony, staring out the doorway into the darkened hall. "Too much here..."

Damien uses a nearby chair to struggle to his feet, limping over to the bed. He lifts Mark back up into a normal position, one that doesn't look like his spine has liquefied for it to be possible. His eyes are glazed again, staring at nothing. Damien puts his hand for Mark's forehead. Has he caught a fever? Is this little more than the ramblings of delerium?

Damien moves his hand down to Mark's cheek and finds it wet with tears.

"Too much blood," Mark gurgles, enough so that Damien worries he'll drown in his own spit. "Too... too much... hhhh-"

Damien quickly props his friend up with more pillows, the breath so labored he fears he's perhaps too late to help. "Don't talk, you're unwell."

Mark laughs, if the slow and shaky wheezing could be called that. "Something's here." He lifts his arm, but it doesn't want to point wherever he's trying to point, and it falls back down onto his chest. "In th' walls... th' floor... th' air..."

Damien glances around the room for a phone. Perhaps he can get his doctor to do a house call, here and now, before-

"In me."

Damien looks at Mark again. The latter is gripping his eyes, tears darkening the fabric of his robe as they drip off his face like heavy rain.

"I's... crawling. Can... feel it." He's shaking now, like a single leaf alone in a storm. "Under my skin. Gnawing."

"It's fever, my friend." Damien is sure of it now, despite how cold, cold, freezing, Mark's skin had been, but there's nothing else it could possibly be-

"It has ideas," Mark gasps, corners of his mouth twitching, and Damien can't tell if they're trying to smile or frown. "I have... ideas..."

Damien gets up and hobbles to the bathroom, grabbing the first cloth he sees and running it under water-

He flings it away as soon as he realizes the red is washing down the drain and the cloth is meant to be white.

He hears Mark laughing in the bedroom.

[xjoonchildx]

Inspired by that JK post - best sweaty Bangtan list?? 🥵👀🤩

**me, furiously searching ten minutes for synonyms for wet**

okay anon, for this particular ask i've devised a special rating system. we'll call it the DAMP scale:

(D)amn (A)na (M)ore (P)onderingbangtanbodypartsgirlwhatthehelliswrongwithyou

so let's begin, shall we?

kim namjoon

may as well start off with the wettest of the bunch amiright? joon is forever sweating that (amazing) ass off on stage. there were tons of pictures to choose from of him sweating clear through shirts and clothes sticking to his (amazing) back. amazing.

DAMP rating: 💦💦💦💦💦

kim seokjin

listen, seokjin sweats like any other man but you won't catch him slipping too often with a messy onstage appearance. as we all know, mr. kim takes his looks quite seriously. i'm assuming looking neat and dry are high on his priority list.

DAMP rating: 💦💦

min yoongi

yoongi is a sweater and honestly, it works for him. when he's onstage and the pyro is is going nuts and he's going nuts then we all go nuts. there were so many amazing GIFs of him pouring sweat on stage that it was hard to choose just one. HOT.

DAMP rating: 💦💦💦💦

jung hoseok

hobi is a middle of the road sweater -- he gets wet up on stage (sksksk) but i don't see a lot of photos and/or GIFs of him pouring sweat up there. i do love when he's particularly sweaty and his bangs curl up he's so cute y'all pls i love him so much

DAMP rating: 💦💦

park jimin

park jimin doesn't sweat. i typed "sweaty jimin photos" into google and the search results came back bitch you tried it. this man glistens and lemme tell you those two concepts are not the same. just more proof that jimin does not belong here on earth with the rest of us.

DAMP rating: 💦

kim taehyung

tae sweats sexy. i mean, of course he does, the man breathes sexy but i'm saying that he manages to sweat just the right amount and not even a little bit more or less. just like hobi i live for when his hair gets wet and it sticks a little bit to his forehead i just think that's cute as hell.

DAMP rating: 💦💦💦

jeon jungkook

sweats. a lot. looks good while doing it. is anyone surprised? second only to joon in the DAMP rankings but of course, manages to pull it off. sweaty, wrecked lotte jungkook may or may not be the inspiration for literally every fic i've ever written about this man and several unwritten ones. sigh.

DAMP rating: 💦💦💦💦

[bubblesuga]

Mahina || Part 1

Summary: Jungkook couldn't quite put his finger on it, but there was something drawing him to you. Like the moon tugs at the tides, he needed to be beside you. genre: smut, fluff, angst word count: 4,626 tags: idol!au, fantasy!au

When Jungkook awoke this morning, something was... different.

He couldn't quite put his finger on it, but the air in his room seemed to have shifted slightly. He felt lighter on his feet, a sudden bounce to his step while he pulled himself off of the bed and towards the bathroom.

He brushes his teeth as usual, carefully scrubbing his tongue and admiring his reflection in the mirror. The eyebrow piercing was a good edition, he thinks. It accentuates his high brow and sparkles underneath even the dimmest light. Spritzing himself with cologne, he opens the bathroom door just in time.

"Jungkook, I made breakfast! Hurry up!"

Smiling to himself, he trots down the stairs of the far too large penthouse he and his band mates bought a couple years ago. He doesn't mind sharing with 6 other people, though. Having grown up with no siblings, he enjoys the dynamics at play when he speaks to the members. They're all his brothers, co-workers, family... He couldn't have asked for a better turn out when it came to finding a career path.

Yoongi is standing in the kitchen when Jungkook walks in, the smell of pork and kimchi filling his nose. Thanking his hyung, he grabs a bowl and starts filling up.

"You seem happy this morning," Yoongi raises an eyebrow, "what's going on?"

"I don't know," Jungkook shrugs, "I just woke up in a really good mood. I feel like--" he takes a bit of his food, then speaks with his mouth full, "--something amazing is going to happen today."

"We just have rehearsals?" Yoongi's statement comes off as more of a question.

"Exactly." Jungkook says, continuing to munch on his food. Yoongi looks at the younger man and shakes his head, continuing to fry meat for the rest of the members.

"Hey, did Namjoon come home last night?" Seokjin asks as he walks into the kitchen. He takes a spot beside Jungkook on the counter, reaching into his bowl and grabbing a piece of pork belly. Jungkook attempts to push his hand away but Seokjin smacks it and grabs the meat anyway.

Yoongi shakes his head again, "Nah. He stayed at the studio last night, said something about a last minute inspiration."

Jungkook has noticed Namjoon's lack of attentiveness recently. It seems as though his head is always filled with potential themes and lyrics and beats, much more so than even in the early days of the band. He's curious about his inspiration as of late but Namjoon doesn't seem to want to give away his methods any time soon.

"He's been doing that a lot lately." Jungkook thinks outloud.

"More power to him," Seokjin says, "man works his ass off and it benefits all of us."

Yeah, it definitely does.

~*~*~

"5, 6, 7-"

Hoseok's counting is cut off by the music blasting again. It's the third run through of the new choreography, Jungkook is center and carefully watches the rest of his hyungs in the mirror. He moves to the left, following Hoseok's lead and smiling as he notices a mis-step on Jimin's part. Jimin throws his head back and yells, lifting his shirt up and wiping some of the sweat that's accumulated on his brow.

"It's okay, Jiminie," Hoseok sings, "this shit is hard."

Seokjin nods in agreement, "Yeah, what the hell happened to a laid back choreography for this come back?"

"It's the last one of the year. We gotta go out with a bang." Jungkook turns back to look at Namjoon, who chugs water in the corner of the room. "Speaking of big come backs, are you working on your mixtape?"

Namjoon laughs, "Nah, definitely not. I'm trying to get a couple more songs for the album."

"Don't we have like 14 tracks?" Taehyung speaks for the first time since rehearsal started.

"16 is better than 14." Namjoon smiles, listening to Hoseok as he calls everyone over again.

"One more time. 5, 6-"

It's then that the doors burst open and Hyun enters in. "And this is the rehearsal room containing the 7 men you will be photographing."

Jungkook's eyes travel to the person his manager is talking to, and he has to hold back a gasp. He feels the way his jaw drops, but he's unable to close his mouth while he looks at you. God, you're gorgeous. Your hair cascades down your back and your clothes cling to your body in all the right ways. Jungkook struggles to tear his eyes away, but once he sees your smile he realizes there's no way he can turn away. You're literally glowing, with god-like shining eyes. Who are you?

"Boys, this is _____. She's in charge of photography and will be around to film Bangtan Bombs, behind the scenes, or anything you all want filmed and made into content."

Jungkook repeats your name in his head five times. He whispers it to himself once while everyone else heads to you to shake your hand. Jungkook stands back, finally blinking his eyes.

You step forward after having shook the hands of everyone else, "And you're Jungkook," you smile again, "I like your tattoos. Glad you're finally willing to show them."

"T- tattoos..." Jungkook mutters pathetically as he takes your outstretched hand. You giggle, shaking his hand enthusiastically.

"Well, anyway. It was nice to meet you all. I'm excited to work closely with every one of you." your words are met with a chorus of 'same!' from everyone except for Jungkook.

Hyun puts a hand on your shoulder and leads you out of the room, continuing on the tour of the HYBE building. Jungkook stares after you, the doorway now long empty but he couldn't look away. You were, by far, the most beautiful woman he has ever come across. With your simple torn jeans and black t-shirt, he feels you could pull off anything you put on your body.

It's not until Yoongi speaks does Jungkook finally tear his eyes away, "Could you have been any creepier?"

"What?"

Jimin bursts into laughter, his frustration with the choreography long gone, "You were-" he takes a deep breath in between laughter, "you were staring at her like she was the last woman on the planet!"

"W- what?" Jungkook stammers.

Jimin doesn't respond, only laughing louder as he falls to the ground. Jungkook can see the hidden smirks of the rest of the members, turning his to look at everyone, "What the fuck just happened?"

"Love at first sight?" Taehyung suggests.

"More like love at first drool." Seokjin begins laughing before he even finishes his sentence, causing the rest of the members to groan at his joke.

Jungkook doesn't react to Seokjin though, as he turns to look back at the empty doorway. If love at first sight is a real thing, Jungkook just experienced it to the fullest extent.

~*~*~

Jungkook manages to continue the rest of rehearsal without a problem, except for the way his mind kept traveling back to you. Saying your name in his head again, he washes up in the gym showers. He thinks back to the way your skin seemed to be literally glowing to him, and your bright white teeth hypnotizing him.

Never in his life has he had such a short conversation with someone that had such an impact. He wants to learn everything about you, your passions, the music you like, the books you read. He hopes that you enjoy some of the same things he does, so he has an excuse to talk to you.

Though his interest in you is certainly piqued, he has to keep in mind that you are, essentially, his employee, and fantasizing about your employee is more than inappropriate.

Fantasizing might not be the right word, but he can't help and imagine conversations between the two of you. Your voice is so pretty, it's light but carries through the room. You make sure your presence is known, though with the way you shine you didn't have to try hard. He smiles to himself, closing his eyes and rinsing off the conditioner from hair. Then, he wonders what your hair looks like when it's wet.

Okay, Jungkook. That's enough.

He shakes the water off his head and wraps a towel around his body. Exiting the shower, he realizes he forgot his bag in the dance room and sighs. Checking the time on his phone, he realizes that it's after 9 pm. The odds of anyone other than the members being here is pretty slim so he can just walk his way to the rehearsal room and change in there, right?

Right.

Tightening the towel around his waist, he walks out of the gym bathroom and strolls down the hall. He scrolls through his phone while he walks, rounding the corner and hearing your voice.

"Thank you, Mr. Lee. I'm very excited to properly start tomorrow."

"We're excited to have you," Jungkook peeks his head around the corner and watches Hyun bow to you, "your work is incredible and I know Taehyung in particular loves your shooting style."

What? Taehyung knows her? Jungkook must have missed that earlier when he couldn't stop staring at you.

"Yeah! It still blows my mind that one of the bangtan boys followed my work," you let out a small, somewhat embarrassed giggle, "thank god for Instagram."

You and Hyun share a laugh, followed by a goodbye. Jungkook gasps as he sees you turn in his direction, rushing to a small doorway and pushing himself up against the wall. You can't see him like this, not already. He's nearly naked and he knows this towel isn't big enough to cover himself as well as he should in front of a stranger, so he holds his breath as your foot steps become closer... and closer... and-

"Hey Jungkook."

Fuck.

Jungkook exhales a breath and moves to tighten the towel around his waist even more. You're eyes are not scanning his body like he thought you would be. Of course, Jungkook knows that sounds cocky of him to say but he can't help but assume that that would be the outcome of this situation. Either way, his face still burns when your eyes meet his. Those gorgeous, glowing eyes.

"Were ya hiding?" you laugh, tilting your head to the side, and Jungkook realizes that he's still pressed up against the wall.

"I- I, uh-" come on Jungkook, get it together, "Sorry. I didn't want you to see me naked."

"Oh please. When humans are naked, they're at their purest forms. It's natural, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." you smile brightly, moving a hand to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear.

Jungkook raises an eyebrow. Your phrasing is odd, but he doesn't question it. Instead, he swallows, "You're right, but I'm sure you wouldn't have been okay with my dick just hangin' out. Neither would the security watching the cameras."

You laugh, a proper laugh that doesn't seem to be masked by something else, and Jungkook realizes it's melodic. A fine tune singing into his ears as one of the most beautiful songs he has ever heard. It's soft, breathy, and makes him want to make you laugh for the rest of eternity.

"Either way," you say after a moment, the hint of humor still in your voice, "nothing to be ashamed of. I'll see you tomorrow, Jungkook."

Jungkook tilts his head, watching you wave and waving back as you carry your feet towards the elevators.

~*~*~

The air was even lighter this morning, and Jungkook can't help but think you play a part in his bright mood.

Following the conversation yesterday, Jungkook walked with a grin on his face to grab his clothes. You're incredibly charismatic, an stark difference to Jungkook's usual shy and laid back personality. Despite your conversations together being minimal, Jungkook feels you and him are going to be close.

Jungkook hops out of bed and styles his hair carefully. Checking his phone as he brushes his teeth, he's received a text from Taehyung apologizing because he had already left. The house sounds still, he remembers Yoongi and Seokjin opted at staying at their respective apartments tonight, wanting to be a little closer to home. Namjoon probably stayed at the studio again and Jimin and Hoseok more than likely left with Taehyung. He shrugs, making a quick protein shake and grabbing a banana before heading out of the door.

As he drives to work, he makes note at how much more productive the members have been these days. Not that they never were, but the usual slump of exhaustion that follows months of continuous promotions, rehearsals, and recording doesn't seem to be hitting anyone this time around. Surely, the explanation is the high everyone is riding from the success of Butter and Permission To dance in the west. It's motivated everyone, including Jungkook himself.

He pulls into the parking garage, rides the elevator up to the 13th floor, and steps off only to be stopped by Hoseok.

"Jungkookie!" Hoseok wraps his arms around Jungkook's neck and squeezes him tight.

"Hoseokie!" Jungkook mocks, giving a pat to the older one's back. Hoseok pulls away with a chuckle, "I guess _____ is doing behind the scene shoots today. Something about wanting to catch us in our element."

"Oh? Like individual shoots?"

"Yeah," he smiles, "she's with Yoongi in his studio right now. She told me to tell everyone to choose a thing they do on a daily basis that might be interesting to see for ARMY."

"Should I work out?" Jungkook smirks. Hoseok rolls his eyes, patting Jungkook's pecs,

"You work out enough." Smiling, he begin walking towards the commons area,

"I'm almost to where I want to be." "Whatever Jungkook, you bully us enough already." Hoseok pats Jungkook's head and walks away, leaving Jungkook to sit on the couches for a moment.

He picks up his phone and scrolls through Weverse and Twitter for a moment. Despite not being as active as people wish he could be, he does keep up with what everyone is talking about. Currently he sees excitement about their online concert from last year coming to DVD, and "JUNGKOOK'S ABS" is trending.

Yeah, he's definitely going to work out for his behind the scenes.

Holding his phone up, he snaps a quick selfie and posts it to Twitter. Once a month seems to be a good formula.

"Jungkook?" Yoongi's voice enters the room, "She's gonna shoot with Namjoon then you."

"Ah," Jungkook stands, "time to get nice and sweaty for ARMY."

"You're such a freak." Yoongi laughs, watching Jungkook leave the room.

Jungkook begins on the treadmill, listening to music and trying not to think about the fact that you're going to be photographing him while he's working out. He feels somewhat dumb, being so incredibly invested in your opinions of him already, but like yesterday proved, there was something about you that drew him in.

He speeds up the treadmill, his calves burning and his breathing quickening while he runs. It's incredible, the feeling of absolute bliss he feels after a run. When his muscles ache and his chest feels clear, he feels most at peace. Though, peace isn't difficult to come across these days. Even with the sadness of not being able to perform live like he wants to, it's not as looming as it was before. It's incredibly exhilarating to wake up not feeling like the end is near. It happened so suddenly, he's not sure what changed.

At the beginning, when they had to cancel the tour and stay in Korea, Jungkook felt as though life was never going to be the same. It was dark for everyone. He remembers Jimin crying in the bathroom after the cancellation, which caused Jungkook to start crying as well. He scrolled through social media for hours, reading the anger and frustration at those who had to return their tickets. It pained him, to see such a bleak view of the fans he adored.

Now that it's been close to 2 years, Jungkook has learned to-- for lack of a better term-- live with it. He wakes up every day and tries his hardest to live, and that's all you can do when your passion in life is ripped away from you due to an ongoing worldwide pandemic.

The gym doors slide open and Jungkook looks in the mirror to see you.

You have a camera around your neck, Jungkook recognizes it as a Canon. You close the door behind you and stop him as Jungkook starts to slow down the treadmill.

"Pretend like I'm not even here." you nearly whisper, and Jungkook has to stop himself from choking on his spit. Your voice sounded almost sultry. He can't tell if that was his imagination or if it was intentional on your part.

Jungkook shakes his head, turning up the speed just a little bit more.

He hears the shutter on your camera clicking, the action setting in full effect as he runs. You move around him, being sure not to get yourself in the mirror of the shots. The only noises in the room are his breathing and the sounds of his feet hitting the runway. It's rough, his chest heaving the more he pushes himself, but he's more interested in the way you seem to float around the room, or the fact that your hands seem dwarfed by the large camera.

It makes him wonder what your hands would look like on him.

A necklace dangles from your neck, it's gold and shines under the lights of the gym. It falls gently into the crevice of your chest, what looks like a golden moon on the end of the chain.

Again, he wonders what your skin would feel like against his.

"You gotta stop looking at the camera." you giggle.

He didn't even realize his eyes were following you. Suddenly, it's like a wave of confidence washes over him. Confidence that he was not ready for.

He swallows, taking a deep breath, "I'm not looking at the camera." Why is he saying this?

"Yes you are," you grin, "I have like 7 pictures in a row of you looking directly at the camera."

"No," he shakes his head, "I'm looking at the person holding the camera." Shut up, Jungkook. Stop talking!

"Oh?" you laugh, "what's catching your eye?"

"The necklace." what the fuck? He basically admitted to staring at your tits!

"The necklace that's right in between my tits?"

He laughs, you snap a picture.

"I guess so, I'm sorry." The usual nervousness that he would feel at an admission like that is non-existent. He feels comfortable enough to talk to you like this, and judging by the way you smile, you're comfortable with it too.

"No need to be sorry," you snap another picture, "I know they draw attention."

Jungkook nods, "They certainly do."

"What do you like about them?"

The question throws Jungkook for a loop but he doesn't let that show.

"They're perky," he explains, stopping the treadmill, "and your shirts show off the perfect amount to leave some to the imagination."

"Ah, so you're imagining my tits?"

"Yes."

You smirk, walking away. For a moment, Jungkook is scared he said too much, but it's very quickly washed away by the sound of the lock turning. "So," you begin, "you're saying that if I took off my shirt, you wouldn't be opposed to looking at me?"

Jungkook shakes his head, "I also wouldn't be opposed to touching you."

"Well," you slip off your shirt, "I'm ready."

Jungkook feels his cock twitch in his gym shorts at the sight of your bra. Of your fucking bra.

Despite the blood rushing to his cock, he shakes his head, "Oh come on, darling. You know that's not enough for me."

"Your shirt first, buddy." your eyes follow Jungkook as he grips the hem of his shirt and pulls it off. Now that there's verbal consent, your eyes roam all over his torso. He's ripped, Jungkook knows this, but under your gaze he feels like a meal. Like he's about to get devoured by you, and he can't say he's not enjoying the idea.

You reach behind you, unhooking your bra and allowing it to fall to the ground.

Jungkook's eyes widen at sight, stepping closer to you and falling to his knees. He places his nose against your torso, inhaling your scent. The sensuality of the small gasp that left your mouth fueled Jungkook. He grabs your hands and pulls you down to his level, leaning down and pressing a kiss to your lips.

It's rough and heated, all teeth and tongue. He's not used to being this way, to feeling almost primal in his movements. He gnaws at your bottom lip, eliciting another moan from you. It's high pitched and nearly whiny, proving that you're suddenly filled with as much need as he is.

"I'm gonna fuck you," Jungkook states, "right here. Right now."

"Please." you toss your head back, falling onto the padded floors of the gym. Jungkook follows suit, kissing his way down your body until he reaches your navel. Again, he presses his nose into you and inhales, you smell so damn good.

He keeps smelling, inhaling your scent as he undoes the buttons of your jeans. The less clothing there, the stronger your scent becomes. He feels insatiable, nearly ripping off your panties to get to your center.

"Fuck, you're so wet already," Jungkook groans, his voice deep with want, with need. Taking a single finger up your slit, he draws it back and sucks your juices clean, "and you taste as good as you smell."

You stare up at him with hooded eyes, holding yourself up on your elbows and spreading your legs as wide as you can. "Now that you've had a taste you might as well finish it."

Jungkook doesn't need to be told twice, diving into your soaked folds with his tongue. He moves fast but also meticulously, being sure to take note of all the places that make you moan a little louder, sink a little deeper into him. Your hand reaches down and snakes its way through his hair, tugging at the roots.

At that point, Jungkook begins to kick off his shorts without pulling away.

"Fuck, I've always wanted to fuck you," you moan in between words, "you always look so good everywhere you go."

"Yeah?" Jungkook chuckles, "did you imagine fucking me before you got hired here?"

You nod, "I couldn't help it, I knew you'd be good."

As Jungkook manages to get his shorts off, he grips ahold of his aching member. Pulling up to his knees, his thumb doesn't stop rubbing harsh circles against your clit.

"That's hot," Jungkook breathes, "I've been wanting to take you since I first saw you."

"Then do it." you demand, and a flip switches in Jungkook's brain.

He pulls his fingers away from you and leans forward, "Taste yourself."

You don't hesitate to take his fingers into your mouth, Jungkook feeling your tongue dance across the pads of his fingers. Feeling himself twitch, he strokes himself for a little bit of relief while you suck.

"Taste good?" He questions.

"Delicious."

"Good girl." He murmurs, leaning down and connecting your lips with his again. As he does so, he runs the head of his cock against your slit, enjoying the gasp you let out every time he brushes against your clit. You feel so warm, so inviting. He can taste you so well, he wants nothing more than to dive in.

So he does.

Pressing into you slowly, he feels your warmth envelope him. Your legs wrap around his hips and guide him in all the way. When he slips all the way in, you both pull away for a moan.

"So fucking good. So tight." He moves his hips achingly slow, enjoying the noises of content leaving your lips. Your moans spur him on as your tightness engulfs him yet again. He leans down and presses a kiss to your neck, your hot skin nearly burning his lips, "I don't want to hurt you."

You shake your head, "You can't hurt me. I promise."

Jungkook isn't sure what takes over him at this point, but he feels his lips begin to thrust harshly into you. He doesn't process the rest of the world, the only thing that's certain is you. You're everything that he needs to focus on now, your whines, your moans, the feeling of your legs guiding him in and out of you. He wants to take you here over and over again until the end of time, and he's never felt that about anyone before in his life.

Your lips are beginning to bruise from the rough kisses he's been laying on you, so he takes a gentle approach and sucks on your jawline. Every few thrusts, he rests his forehead against yours. Then he moves again. Then rests.

"Tell me how good I feel." you whisper against his lips, breathy.

"Baby," Jungkook's brows knit together in pleasure, "you feel so good around me. So warm. I want to cum in you and fill you up so bad. Do-n't stop squeezing- fuck."

Jungkook abandons the pace he tried to keep and slams into you, pulling you on top of him and lifting you up and down on his cock. You let out a scream as he reaches a point he hasn't touched before, your cunt tightening exponentially around him.

He latches his mouth onto your nipples, the sensitive peaks hardening against his tongue. Your nails rake down his chest while you grind against him, your ass smacking against his thighs while he begins thrusting upward.

His hands grip your hips harshly, sure enough to leave bruises by his fingertips. He feels his orgasm approaching quickly, but he needs you to cum first. He need to feel you cum around him. "Fuck," he growls through clenched teeth, "cum. I need you to cum. Cum around me, please please please!"

"I'm gonna- I'm-" your sentence is cut off by your orgasm taking over, clenching deliciously around Jungkook and pushing him over the edge. His hips stutter and he releases into you, your warmth mixing with his as he collapses onto the ground. You're both silent for a while, your chests heaving as you try to calm down. Jungkook leans up, keeping you in a hug as your knees move to either side of his hips. Neither of you make a move to pull apart, Jungkook softening inside of you but the sensitivity feels so good.

He rests his chin on your shoulder, glancing behind you and towards the mirrors. On the inner edge of each of your shoulder blades, lay two large scars. They're old, pink in color now. Jungkook reaches a finger up to trace the scars but is stopped by a knock on the door.

"Hey, I'm ready when you are _____!" Jimin's voice sounds through the gym, muffled by the door.

"Shit." You whisper, "shit, shit, shit!"

You quickly pull off of him, beginning to slip your panties and bra back on.

Jungkook flinches at the sudden loss of warmth around him, looking down at his cock and seeing a mixture of his and your cum coating his thighs. "Don't you need to clean up?" he whispers.

"I'll stop by the bathroom on the way." you murmur, now fully dressed, "thank you for that, by the way." you wink, grabbing the back of his neck and pressing a hard kiss against him. Then, you're out the door.

Jungkook is left naked on the floor, confused, and wanting to ask why exactly you have asymmetrical scars on your back.