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sparklingchim · 3 years

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fiery mornings; m | pjm

pairing: jimin × reader

word count: 3k

genre: smut, fluff, established relationship, idol!jimin

warnings: swearing, fingering, protected sex, some breast play

summary: waking up with jimin, but add a little spice to it 🌶

a/n: hello lovely people! i didn't proof read this because it's almost midnight for me now and i'm really tired but luckily tomorrow is saturday 😴 i hope you like it! and have a good morning, day, evening or night❤ i'm heading to bed now💤

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The sun peeking through the curtains and encasing the room with crumbs of light is what wakes you up.

These stupid blinds - that you hated as soon as you slept over at Jimin's place for the first time - were not doing their job properly. The sun overflowing his room every damn morning woke up everytime. You'd like to get more sleep because - let's not lie - Jimin and you don't go to sleep very early with both your needy and touchy hands when you lay in bed at night time. However, Jimin didn't care about your aversion against the blinds - he wasn't the one waking up due to them though... - and said something about them looking cozy and domestic.

You really tried to erase the thought of just ripping them down and buying him some new ones that don't let any sunlight shine so annoyingly in the room, but you hold back. But it's really tempting...

You stretch your arm to the nightstand, tapping on your phone to see what time it is. 7 am? Oh, how bad you want to rip these blinds off.

Nonetheless, the warmness of the sheets that you're both tucked under and Jimin's body radiating a comforting glow around you makes you stay in bed.

Jimin's arm is loosely wrapped around your stomach, his body pressed against you from the back. You glance back at him, his nose pressed against your spine and eyes still closed. Your heart softens at that doting sight, seeing him innocently sleeping. No worries in his mind, but only disguising his features in a tranquil state. Jimin is finally able to gett as much rest as he wants and needs after coming home from the tour.

You push some strands of his hair that are falling into his face away. The need to place kisses all over his puffy adorable face looms inside you, but you stop yourself from doing that, so you don't ruin his peaceful slumber that he's currently in.

Instead you could prepare some breakfast for him, so when he decides do wake up he has a delicious meal prepared for him. You think of some dishes that you could cook even though just staying in bed with him felt more enticing which also leads you to grab your phone despite your original plan to get up and start cooking breakfast. But there was no need to rush, Jimin won't wake up for approximately three more hours.

As you take your phone from the night stander you suddenly feel Jimin's grip on your stomach tighten. He lets out some displeased grunts, like a little child not pleased with something. You softly smile, rubbing soothing strokes with your thumb on his arm that's wrapped around you. Jimin nuzzles his face deeper into your back, sighing out in satisfaction.

God, he is so adorable.

You occupy yourself with your phone, checking social media and maybe salivating at some pictures from Jimin that you come across.

20 minutes pass, before you decide that it's time to start the day and prepare some breakfast for your boyfriend who still snoozes behind you, gaining all of his energy back after working so hard for months.

But then you feel something.

Eyebrows scrunched together, you try to make out what could possibly be poking you in this cuddly bed.

Oh.

Only spending a second on looking out for an answer to your oblivious question, you find the possible solution for that.

Jimin early-glory made it's appearance by being pressed against your butt, letting you feel his hard muscle.

Yeah, it was definitely about time to get up.

But when you prop myself up on your elbow, still laying on your side, you hear a muffled complaining sound behind you. To emphasize his need, Jimin's hold tightens on your belly again, just like he did before, though this time you actually attempted to leave the bed.

You squeeze his arm lightly to beguile him into letting you go. ,,I'm gonna make us breakfast, Minnie," you say whispering, tilting your head sideways, so you're able to look at Jimin. His eyes remain close, only parting is plump lips to mutter a little 'no'. You sigh out, head falling back onto the pillow. ,,It's not gonna take long," you try to convince him, even though the dishes you plan to cook would take a bit longer than normally.

,,Stay with me." Jimin's hoarse and raspy voice uttering its first full sentence this morning.

Then you seek to wiggle yourself out of his embrace, but it's pointless, because letting you go isn't even up for a debate in Jimin's mind.

,,Then there's no breakfast for you," you utter in defeat. Jimin doesn't answer, suddenly placing soft kisses over the crook of your neck. His sudden sweet kisses cause goose bumps spread all over your body, the tingling feeling automatically relaxing you, although laying in bed with Jimin is already so calming.

,,I'm only hungry for you right now," he says. Your cheeks flush at that cheesy comment, but luckily he can't see your reaction towards his words, knowing he would be smirking and teasing the shit out of you. Jimins usual cute and endearing way of waking up is vanished and instead he pulled out his charms to make you melt for him.

Jimins hand traces over your clothed stomach, heading down to you leg to stroke his fingers up to your thigh, pushing his shirt that you're wearing slightly up. His feather light touch induces shivers down your spine. The accentuating tension effects your whole composure, evoking you into pushing your ass back onto his bulge which results in Jimins body stiffening behind you. The impetuous act caught him off guard, but he relishes in the satisfying friction, coaxing him into the blissful thrill he was all too familiar with.

,,You want this?" Jimins tone was low, turning you on even more.

,,Yes, please," you beg, grinding your ass on his hard length. You both breath heavily, the pleasure building in a fast pace.

Soon your pussy burns in need, desiring to be filled with his huge cock. Your movements of his dick gliding through your clothes pussy makes your wetter by the seconds. It doesn't require much till Jimin has enough of the teasing rubbing and shoves the comforter away from your bodies.

,,I love you," Jimin murmurs, placing little kisses over your neck once again. He gently sucks at your skin, only for a brief moment though, not wanting to cause a mark on your flesh before he darts his tongue out and licks over the slightly flush skin.

,,I love you too," you reply breathless. You don't stop your ministrations. You can't desist when the sensation of his cock was getting you so riled up, brewing you into so much pleasure. Last night you were sceptical when Jimin didn't put on any clothes after your little rendezvous, but it really had its perks having him naked behind you.

Jimin hand wanders further, fingers toying with the side of your panty. Once his fingers get a hold of the thin material, he pushes them down in a swift motion. You help him to get the panties completely off and toss them away with your feet. Jimins hand lifts your leg up a bit, his hand hovering over your warmth, but not attempting to do anything yet. You fuss beneath him, craving his touch.

,,Are you sore from last night?"

,,No." You are. But not too much and your mind is too clogged up with the anticipation that builds for the pleasurable feeling Jimin is able to give you.

,,You're sure?"

,,Yeah, please touch me."

At your wish Jimins finger rubs up and down over your slit, coating his finger with my arousal. A little moan escapes your mouth. You enjoy the feeling of his digit touching your slick folds, gathering all your juices. When you feel his thumb circling your swollen sensitive bud, your legs tremble and you sink your teeth into your bottom lip. Jimins index finger makes it way into your entrance. Your aching walls immediately clench around it, acting as needy as ever.

,,Shit," Jimin curses under his breath. ,,You're always so ready for me, baby." How could you not when a men like that was laying next to you in bed?

You let out a strangled moan when he plunges another finger inside you, his pace slow but steady. Jimin crooks his fingers, hitting that lovely spot every time he shoves his fingers back inside your quivering hole.

,,Just like that," you pant, your hand gripping his arm between your legs. Jimins fingers pick up on speed, your moaning spurring him on.

It doesn't take a lot of time till he gets you at that certain point, the familiar knot in your stomach growing quickly. Your body chases after your high, but you desperately want to cum on his cock, so you squeeze his arm gently and Jimin slows his pace.

,,I- I want to cum on your cock," you manage to say and he stops moving his fingers, withdrawing them after. Your body instantly misses the penetration and you whine at the loss of contact.

,,Shh, I'm gonna give it to you, baby," he soothes you, propping himself on his arm to slightly hover over you. You shift your head to see his awaken state for the first time that morning.

Jimins hair hangs into his forehead again, a tired but sincere smile on his face and his eyes puffy from his sleep. A smile immediately appears on your lips at when you look into his loving eyes, his whole being radiating so much comfort and contentment.

With Jimin you felt like it was you final destination. There was nothing else in this world that could give you more than what he was capable of giving you. Nothing in this world could compare to Jimins love. His love was tightly swathed around you and never vanished since the day you both knew that the tension between you was more than just a friendship. No day would pass in which he wouldn't jostle all his adoration to you and show you how much you meant to him. Jimin could never get tired of showering you in all the devotion he has allocated for you, he loved you after all.

You lace your fingers through his soft hair and for a few seconds it stays like that, pushed back on his head, but then it falls down onto his forehead again. Jimin stays still and watches how you play with his hair, until he can't prolong his desperate need to get some friction on his throbbing cock.

,,Can your grab a condom?" he asks and pecks your forehead briefly. You nod and quickly turn to the nightstand on your side, fishing a condom out of the drawer. You hand it to him and rips the package, doing fast work in wrapping the plastic around his member and tossing the useless package somewhere behind his back.

Jimin preps a few kisses on your jawline, making his way to your lips and every so gently capturing your mouth into a tender kiss. You share a passionate and slow kiss together, savouring the moment of being together again after being apart for months. He dips his tongue in, both of your wet muscles tangling tighter.

When you both need to break the kiss, Jimin doesn't intend to go for another, but raises your leg higher and alignes the tip of his cock on your entrance.

,,Oh my God," you breath out.

Jimin slides his cock up and down your folds, gathering your arousal before he's back on your entrance, slowly pushing in. He breathes heavily, your tight walls latching onto his cock so securely. The more his thick length sinks inside your needy warmth, the presence of the soreness from yesterday night makes itself perceptible. Jimin stretches your walls till he's completely buried inside of you. He stills once he's balls deep in, giving you time to adjust to his size.

,,You're good, baby?" he makes sure, looking you in the eyes. You nod slowly, the feeling of his dick being completely in making it hard to let out any words.

When there's still no attempt of moving from Jimin, you tap his arm that has a hold of your leg in the air. ,,Go on please," you whisper, needing to feel his deep thrusts.

After he hears your wish, desperation lingering in your voice, Jimin bottoms out till only his tip is left inside, but quickly pushes back again. The longing feeling finally getting stilled with his tangy thrusts. Jimin continues his movements, his hips snapping faster and faster from behind you and you just feels so good.

,,Lift your leg for me," he instructs, before leaving his hold on your leg to slide his fingers under your - well, technically his- shirt and palms your breast. Jimin pinches and rolls your nipples between his digits, coaxing louder moans out of you. He furrows his eyebrows, you sweet tones prodding him more on. He relishes in the fact that he is the one making you feel this way, making you moan so sweetly for his hear only. Jimin lets out breathy moans, his pace rapid and hard.

Your hand wanders around his neck, tucking at his hair and he answers with soft groans. Then you push the back of his head closer to yours, pressing your lips against his plush ones and kissing him hungrily. You feel yourself getting closer, you're body reaching your high in a short span of time. Of course Jimin feels it, your walls clenching around his member and greedily wanting to milk him are way too obvious. You retract from the kiss, shutting your eyes close when all the sensations overcome you. Jimin lets go of your breast to nestle his hand between your thighs and soon you feel his thumb circling on your clit.

,,Cream all over me," Jimin murmurs.

The added pleasure on your sensitive bud makes you mewl, biting your lip really hard.

The slick sounds of your pussy getting hammered by Jimins cock and his skin slapping against yours fill the room. Combined with your moans and his breathy sound, makes you so much hornier and all you want to do is to cum around his big cock.

,,I'm- I'm gonna cum!" you warn him, the knot in your stomach getting so close to finally snap.

,,Me too," he pants, his thrusts going faster.

Jimins length kisses your cervix every time his hips shoot back into you. ,,Shit, look at me."

Your head instantly tilts to him, meeting his eyes that were already locked on your face. Your eyebrows knit together, the sharp thrusts of his body making you so close to reach your end. Jimin sinks his teeth into his plump bottom lip, never breaking the intense eye contact with you. Fuck, he looked so hot and stunning.

After a few more hard and deep thrusts, your climax approaches and your hand wanders to his shoulder, digging your nails into his skin. Your legs start to tremble and his hand that was playing with your clit, leaves the wet place to hold your leg up when you have trouble keeping it high because of all the sensations shooting in your body.

,,Jimin!" you cry, heavy pants following.

It doesn't take long for him to come undone too - only a few thrusts later he spills his cum into the condom, making you feel the way he twitches your quivering hole. Jimin groans loud and nuzzles his face into the crook of your neck, letting go of holding my leg up. And just like that you both lay there - breathing heavily, bodies fully spent and coming down from your high.

Jimins hand wander to your face, cupping your cheek and rubbing soothing strokes with his thumb on your flush skin. He plants a few kisses on your neck, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. Your body tingles, his breath fanning over your skin creating goose bumps over it.

Ever so slowly he bottoms his now softened length out of your walls, your sensitiveness causing you to shiver.

,,It's okay baby, I've got you," he coos, giving your cheek a peck.

You turn around, now laying on your back and looking into his brown orbs. They have this beautiful glisten in them, making me feel like I'm safe when I'm with him. His eyes are full of love. And he could say the same to you.

You both exchange some more smooches here and there, being all cuddly and acting like you didn't already say I love you for a hundred of times in the past already. Your heart flutters every time he says something sweet, grazes his fingers over your skin or plasters sweet kisses all over you.

After some time Jimin stands up, discarding the condom in a bin and throws some boxers on. Then he grabs tissues and comes back to the bed, digging his knee on the mattress and spreading your legs. He tugs your shirt up to clean you and when Jimin is done with that he pushes the white fabric down again.

,,I'm definitely not gonna prepare breakfast now," you say when he turns around to get rid of the dirty tissue.

,,I can do it," Jimin answers, turning to you again. His abs were on full display and you can't prevent yourself from looking at his firm chest before looking into his eyes again.

,,Mhm, you can?" you cock an eyebrow.

,,You don't think I'm able to make the same breakfast as you?" he asks back.

,,Of course I think you can to it, babyy," you tease him and giggle after he furrows his eyebrows, an angry pout displayed on his lips.

,,I'm gonna show you," he says competitively and leaves the room, making his way to the kitchen.

And yes, he did indeed show you.

In fact, he showed you the burned rice he attempted to cook.

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lilevixen · 3 years

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heyyy, idk if u write bertholdt or are even taking requests, but if u are can i request giving bertholdt an orgasm denial from a f!reader and it’s been like 3 hours that he’s had to hold it? thanks if u can :)

sweet boy

Characters: sub!Bertholdt Hoover x dom!female bodied reader

Genre: smut

Word Count: 1.9k

Description: Reader teaches Bertholdt a lesson after he gets a bit too touchy with them in front of their friends

•WARNING- 18+ CONTENT: orgasm denial, no-contact orgasm, descriptions of oral sex (male receiving), dacryphilia(ish?)•

“Baby, please, I said I was s-sorry!” Bertholdt whined from across the room for what felt like the millionth time that evening. You casted a look of faux boredom over your shoulder from your small wooden desk, trying your best to remain blasé at the mouth-watering sight of your boyfriend still sat criss-cross applesauce completely bare on the bed. He was so good for you, so obedient; his arms never once left from behind his back for entirety of the time you had him there. How long did you have him there? After you two got back from the dining hall, minutes easily spilled into hours in the smudgy haze of repressed lust you had established. The only indicator of how long Berthodlt had been sitting there for, cock upright and twitching for attention, was how absolutely worn out he looked. Every inch of his deep, tan skin was glittering with sweat, cords of muscle in his thighs and abdomen strained beneath his flesh so severely they looked like they could snap any second, his chest heaved erratically as if he had just run a marathon- this was absolute torture for him, you could tell. You would’ve felt bad, if he hadn’t disobeyed you in the first place.

“Huh? I was reading, sweetie. I didn’t hear you,” a bald-faced lie on your part. Your eyes kept tracking over the same paragraph over and over again without absorbing any of the information in your brain, the sweet pleas of your boyfriend claiming all the space in your mind instead. His lip quivered at your persistence in feigning ignorance of his situation and tears quickly filled his dark eyes.

“P-Please! Can you please t-touch me? I need you so bad I think I might e-explode,” he stammered out, his voice meek but desperate, shameless, so needy and you felt it throb between your legs, adding to the arousal already collecting along your inner thighs. Despite how incredibly turned on you were, you let out a slow sigh hiss past your lips as if you were getting irritated.

“Well, you got to touch me plenty, sweets. In front of everyone, just like I asked you not to,” excitement overtook your annoyance some time ago, but what you brought up was a genuine point of contention. From the very beginning you made it clear you wanted your relationship to be private. It wasn’t that you were ashamed of him or anything, you just hated all the unnecessary attention couples garnered, all the mindless gossip and speculation of who plays what role, the whispers, the stares. And once Bertholdt had gotten comfortable with you, always seeking your touch like a love sick little puppy, you knew this was something that needed to be discussed. He agreed at the time, ‘if it means I get to be with you, I guess it’s okay,’ he said, but as things progressed he would give away your relationship in little ways. At first it was just the way he would look at you (which was only natural given your feeling for each other, you supposed), staring at your lips for a little too long when you spoke, a little twinkle of fondness in his warm eyes. You let this slide, because it was minimal and no one seemed to notice. But slowly, he started doing more and more things that you had to call him out on, resting his head on your shoulder, using his thumb to tenderly swipe crumbs of food off your face, nearly calling you baby- until finally, tonight in the dining hall while having supper with your friends, he practically announced you two were together by kissing your hand when you burnt it on a scalding bowl of soup. Porco was too involved with his food to notice, but you could feel Reiner and Annie’s eyes hovering over you as if you were an alien. Too embarrassed to handle their reactions, you excused yourself to your room and quickly left before they even had a chance to say anything, Bertholdt obviously right on your heels. He tried to embrace you and kiss you and apologize to make it all better, but his penchant for physical affection was what got you in this situation in the first place. So that’s when you decided to give him a little time-out. Even though, your edge was starting to wear down after hearing him whine out for you for so long.

“I know! I-I just don’t like seeing you get hurt! I didn’t think they were looking at us, I’m sorry Y/N!” he choked out, squirming against the air as if that would provide some sort of relief. “I’m s-so hard for you it feels like ‘m gonna pass out.”

“Oh really? And what do you want me to do about that?” You asked in a snarky tone to mask the unadulterated lust pulsing through you, going back to fake-reading your text book.

“I want you to touch me! I want to feel you, any part of you, until I cum over and over…” you could hear the thought in his voice as he got lost in what he was describing, and you didn’t need to turn around to know he was biting his lip with his head tilted back, eyes squeezed shut and brows knitted. Another hot rush of arousal swirled in deep in your stomach.

“You know I can’t do that, baby,” you said against your own body’s command.

“Y-Yes you can! I promise I’ll be good from now on, I w-won’t hold your hand or kiss you or hug you in front of anyone again! Just please, I need you Y/N,” maybe it was your own excitement, or how fucking good he sounded begging for you like a pitiful little boy, but this finally broke your resolve. It would be cruel to let him stay there like that all night, anyway. You pushed yourself out of your seat and made your way to Berthdolt’s trembling form on the bed. Even you just getting closer to him caused his heavy breathing to pick up pace.

“How do you want me, my sweet boy?” you purred, laying down flat on your stomach before his lanky body so that his dick towered above you like a skyscraper.

“A-Any way,” he looked down at you beneath his dark, fluttering lashes, swiveling his hips in anticipation of your touch. You let out a soft scoff.

“Be specific or I can’t help you~,” you said with a sweet lilt in your voice, harsh words laced with honey. His eyes blew open wide at your threat to leave him a writhing, unfulfilled mess for even longer than you already had.

“Can you take me in your mouth? Please?” A new wave of blush spread across his cheeks as he said this, and you couldn’t help but smile at how cute he was.

“There you go, baby,” you giggled. You guided your featherlight fingertips along the slick muscle of his thighs, causing him to tense up immediately, and you could actually see the thrum of his heartbeat racing beneath his skin in faint flits. He was so sensitive by now you didn’t doubt he would explode just like he said before. Your fingers playfully walked along the slope of his legs, working their way inwards, and you teased them to a gradual stop mere inches from where he needed you most. He was panting like a dog at this point, chest rising and falling violently as he looked down at you, jaw slack and eyes cloudy with frustrated tears.

“You’ve been waiting for this, huh?” You dragged your tongue along your lower lip and leaned in close to his pulsating cock so that your breath fanned across his shaft, digging your fingers into the tendons of his inner thigh. He gasped, the shock of you finally gracing him with some sort of stimulation overwhelming his worked-up body, and a throb of pleasure shot through his dick with such alarming intensity that you could see it expand in his veins and swell at the tip. You blinked up at him, a bit startled yourself. He was so close already and you barely even touched him… Maybe you didn’t even need to touch him.

“U-Uhuh!” He nodded frantically, tears now spilling down his flushed face and drool dribbling down his chin; the sight would’ve been sad if it wasn’t so fucking hot. You massaged your fingertips into the thin, sweat-slicked skin on either side of his balls and slowly moved your lips upwards so that they were ghosting the hot, leaking head of his penis. His whole body shuddered underneath you, hips eagerly twitching to meet your lips, but only mildly, timidly, making it clear he was still completely under your control.

“I bet you’ve been imagining this for so long, my lips around your cock, feeling me squeeze you in my throat,” you hummed, your lips just barely brushing his dickhead as you spoke, and to him the vibration of your voice and the warm flutters of your breath against him felt just as sensational as the euphoric grip of your walls after hours of waiting for any kind of attention. This was exactly what you suspected, what you were hoping. He was such a desperate mess that he could get off to just your words and proximity. “Can you feel it? My pretty little mouth drooling around you?”

“A-Ah! Yes!” He cried out, and his stiff cock slapped against his belly eagerly as if he was truly feeling every bit of what you were describing, hell, even you were starting to feel it from his reactions alone, the ache between your legs growing almost painful.

“Does my sweet boy want to cum down my throat?” You kept steady eye contact with him, savoring every bit of watching him crumble before you, intentionally letting your breath pour past your lips in heavy pants, and he bucked into the air with each puff, his abdomen flexed tight and his thighs shuddering.

“Ahaha y-yes please!” He whimpered, the rhythm of his hips gently rising to meet your breath becoming twitchy and unstable, a clear sign that he was on the brink of long-awaited release. A coy smile played at the ends of your lips as you batted your lashed up at him.

“Then cum for me,” and on command, his whole body convulsed under the weight of sweet, sweet climax, at long last, the hugest load you’d ever seen erupting out of him in thick, hot torrents that sprayed right in his face. You were so proud of him, your poor baby, putting up with your little act for hours on end despite yearning for you so immensely that you didn’t even need to touch his cock for him to bust. He just loved you that much and why exactly? You quite honestly didn’t know. You almost felt the need to apologize for treating him so cruelly, but at the end of the day you were trying to teach him a lesson, and based on how he was looking at you, right eye squeezed shut to prevent cum from getting in his eye, body rattling with exhaustion, it was safe to say he wouldn’t make the same mistake again. The least you could do was help him clean up. You got up on your knees and took his clammy face in your hands, gliding your tongue along his salty skin to get rid of all the cum, saliva, tears- whatever fluids were coating his face. When you were done, you pressed a kiss to his lips.

“I love you, my sweet boy.”

A/N:

HEYYY LOVELIESSS💓💓 here’s my first official completed request (woohoo)!!! Bertholdt is not usually a character I would accept writing but this request kinda had me GRRRR ya know (thank you for that anon, I truly hope you’ll enjoy this! This was my first time writing orgasm denial too so idk if i did it right NAKWKA)? BUTTT yeah here ya go, bloop ilyyyy

~Bunny

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dreamii-yume · 3 years

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I know his birthday is close, but

Cock sucking manipulative senpai Vil

It seems like it's a trend amongst the third year birthday crumbs why stop a nice pattern

Yume’s a kinkii motherfucker, ya’ll know that, right? Darlings? (๑╹ω╹๑ ) Splendid, HOPE YA’LL LIKE SOME DICC MILK ON YOUR CRUMBS HAHA.

“Oh, my...Are you already done?” The hairs on your body stood on its end as soon as you heard Vil’s cold voice. You back straightened up out of instinct as you slowly dragged your mouth off your senior’s still hardened, seemingly unsatisfied dick. Aesthetically pleasing to look at and well-taken care of, exactly what you expect from Vil himself, but was extremely difficult to please. You started wondering if you’re really cut out for this job, or why you’re even here in the first place. “That’s quite the boring performance you gave me there, Darling.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, grimacing at the lingering taste of his precum on your tongue. You didn’t know how many times Vil had told you to suck him off over and over again, but just by the milky white substance dripping down your jaw and probably some in your hair as well since they feel so damped, you guessed it’s been quite a while. “...I-I just can’t, anymore...” His harsh criticism struck a nerve in your feeble little heart, mocking you for doing a terrible job on something that you weren’t really an expert on doing.

Embarrassment filled your core as you began wanting more than to stood up from where you were placed and walk away, but you can’t. Not when your hands are bounded tightly behind your back like this, your shaking knees can’t even carry you more than five meters away. They were but an incredibly soft strings of fabric, yet shows no signs of loosening up no matter how much you struggle against it. Obviously, it was something that Vil purposely chose himself, since the traditional ropes would’ve caused unwanted abrasions on your skin.

Despite knowing that however, you instinctively tugged on your restraints as some sort of defense mechanism against Vil’s condescending glare. “...I-I did what you asked, r-right...? Multiple times, actually…Surely, you must be satisfied no-“

“You must be so full of yourself to think something as pathetic as that can ever satisfy me.” You flinched as Vil raised his voice as he grabbed a fistful of your hair and leaned closer to your face, enough to see your frightened expression. “Do tell me, what part of that was satisfying, huh?”

“You’re too dependent on your hands, so I binded them away. I was hoping that by doing that, you’d make the effort to do better with just your mouth, but all you gave me was disappointment, Dear.” He spoke without hesitation, drilling onto your head your flaws and imperfections. “Why do you shy away from using your tongue, I wonder? You should have the natural talent, and yet you barely used it at all. Don’t you see how wasteful you’re being right now?”

He gave out an exasperated sigh, having the audacity to act like he’s the one having the hardest time and not you. “Don’t think I didn’t see how you never swallow either.” He scowled. “You try to distract me by holding my seed inside your mouth like a chipmunk, but in the end, you spit them right back out. How rude.”

“T-That’s...” You tried to defend yourself, but stopped when he let go of your hair, patting them a bit to flatten some strands that’s been sticking out.

“Enough, it’s fine. I don’t need your excuses.” He said as his hand reached for something on a nearby desk, giving you a mesmerizing view on how long they really are. However, upon glancing down at you and seeing your pitiful expression, eyebrows scrunched up together and in the verge of tears, his eyes did soften up a bit. “...But I understand, you’re still my adorable little potato right now so, I don’t expect you to reach a professional level any time soon.”

You heard him giggle, which caught your attention and looked up at him, only to see an amused smirk formed in his lips. “So, I’ll just have to train you more until then.” He said, licking his lips seductively as you widened your eyes once you saw that particular item in his hand. “Be grateful, Honey.”

Once he saw you starting to recoil back nervously despite your restrictions, Vil grabbed you by the back of the head. “...You’ll do that for me, right? After all, it is my special day.” He cunningly whispered out as he revealed his special item close to you; a mouth-opening device. You let out incomprehensible, protesting noises as he forcibly clanked them onto your mouth, attaching them from the back of your head until it gave a satisfying click as a lock. Your jaw tightened, not used to having your gums pried open this far wide.

Content with being on his two legs alone, Vil chuckled down at you, who looked back at him fearfully. You tried to talk to him, to try and beg your way out of this, only to end up releasing panicked meekly sounds as drool began to drip down your jaw. “How adorable, keep making sounds like that and I might end up confusing you for a livestock that’s about to be slaughtered.” He mocked as he grabbed both the sides of your head as soon as you started shaking your head in defiance. “...You’re completely at my mercy, aren’t you?”

“Open your teeth for me.” His dominating voice demanded, making your body weaker than it already is. His sharp glare didn’t leave your teeth clattering against each other for too long, you soon opened a trembling entrance for his excited dick to pass through. He chuckled at your obedience, despite the hesitance and sense of unwillingness expressed through your actions. “...That’s a good girl.”

You let out one last squeal as he wasted no time in practically shoving his whole shaft inside your awaiting mouth hole. Closing your eyes shut, you desperately tried to ignore your activating gag reflex as you felt him rub against the roof of your mouth. He was long and thick enough to have you chocking as he hit the back of your throat. You already had many instances where Vil ‘trains’ you to take him more confidently like this, but you just don’t believe that this was something that you can get used to in a short-time period. But you were sure he’d be disappointed again if you don’t try your best though and you didn’t want to start over again.

Vil sighed slightly as you nervously began to use your tongue to increase his pleasure in-take, hoping that coating him with your own saliva could make his thrusts a little less rough. Thankfully, it seemed like it was the correct decision to make as you practically heard him give out a smirk, his hands staying on your head as he moved his hips back and forth. Gurgled sounds came out of you as he repeatedly knocked on the back of your throat, saliva already slipping out of your strained lips. “...That’s right, you’re doing better now than before, you learn fast too…I like this part of you, it’s endearing.” Vil praised you as a way to encourage you on your efforts even more. “See? I knew you had this in you.”

Giggling, his thrusts began to transitioned in a more fast-paced, harsh kind of way all the while grabbing a fistful of your hair as a lever. Your teeth grazed against the base of his cock, sending shivers of pleasure in Vil’s system that could drive any man crazy. Luckily, his self-control isn’t all that weak-willed, though that’s not to say that he didn’t want it. He could at least say that it was addicting, some kind of pleasure button that he wanted to abuse constantly and bring himself to cum just by your salivating mouth alone. But he had stamina and he could go on forever if he so desired, forever locked onto the warmth of your mouth without necessarily cumming.

However, despite all of that, Vil knew better not to take too much advantage of his new-found enjoyment that it is your mouth hole. It’s not fun to play with a broken toy after all, you’re a pretty little thing too so that would be too wasteful. “I think it’s about time, Love.” Vil whispered, but you only ended up squealing in surprise with your eyes going as wide as saucers as he buried himself inside you in suffocating manner. “Make sure to take it all in, okay?”

Inhaling through your nose, you gasped out a choke as you felt his hot, thick semen exploding from inside your mouth. It filled up space really quick, since there wasn’t really any to begin with and slipped down your jaw. Most importantly, you felt the stream-like substance flowing down your throat and into to your esophagus, filling your stomach up without even trying. You whimpered once you realized that his ejaculation period had finally stopped after a while, but he kept a strong hold against the back of your head. “No, I’m not gonna pull out yet.” Vil strictly said, staring down at your teary, begging eyes. “I did say to take it all in, right? As long as there’s still cum that you have yet to swallow, I’m not pulling out.”

His eyes were testing you, mocking you to do better for yourself but you knew deep down that no matter what you do, he’ll still get the upper hand regardless. Still, you couldn’t just hang around bounded in the floor like this with his twitching dick in your mouth, your jaw is killing you. So, with a heavy heart, you tried to swallow what was left inside your mouth, even going as far as licking the head of his dick to rid it off some remaining semen. You felt disgusting, like you’ve really downgraded yourself into a sex slave, a pig, only for Vil’s personal use. You’re not quite sure on how to get out of this predicament afterwards, or even if it’s possible to do so.

As if he already knew that his dick was licked clean and cum completely swallowed by you, he slowly pulled out, dragging your saliva in a messy fashion. A thin bridge of it was connected to the head, a clear evidence that you even tried licking him off and it really stirred the embarrassment in the bottom of your stomach. You whimpered as he even had the audacity to place his wet dick on your cheek, dragging some disgusting fluids across your skin by practically slapping you with it. Soon, you heard Vil chuckle and flinched as it turned into a full-blown laughter, like a wicked queen when her everything goes according to her plan. He placed a hand on your head, patting you like a pet for a job well-done.

“Haa...That was amazing, Honey. You certainly made my day, thank you.” He said with a smile, surprisingly not a mocking one or a smirk for that matter but a genuine grateful smile. It made your stomach churn to see he could still smile like that despite what he just made you do. “Now, it’s just common sense to give you a well-deserved reward now, right? You’ve done such a good job after all~!”

He then pulled away from you, giving you a sense of relief that everything was over, that you don’t have to do any more humiliating things but...It was odd, if his so-called ‘training’ is already over, why was he not releasing you out of your binds? Your jaw is cramping from your mouth being spread open like this that it was really starting to hurt real bad. Somehow, you didn’t like where this ‘reward’ was gonna go.

Vil came back with a generous slice of his own birthday cake, carefully cut with its beautiful edible decorations still in-tact. There weren’t a single crumb on the plate, suggesting how clean the slice really was. He was smiling and you thought you saw his cheeks pinker than usual, but that could just be his make up like always. It’s kinda out of place and bizarre to see him getting flustered now of all times anyway. With a fork, he cut a piece of cake and slowly brought it close to you.

“Say ‘aah’, Darling.” You were confused at first, not trusting his all of a sudden act of kindness. He still has the mouth-opener clasped onto your gums; how does he expect you to eat that? However, just when you thought to give up trying to make sense of the situation and actually lean closer to let the delicious piece of cake enter your open mouth, Vil stopped. “Oh—“

You flinched as his eyes focused on your jaw and you panicked, wondering what it is. He then smiled eventually, but one that is clearly laced with mischief. “...You missed a spot.” He said, as his long finger traced over a line from your jaw to the one side of your lips. Lifting up his finger in front of you showed a small, yet thick bits of cum that escaped you earlier. “You shouldn’t waste such nourishment, Darling~”

Then, to your utmost shock and disgust, he scraped off the semen on the piece of cake that he was about to feed you. It joined along the other ingredients of the food in a scarily well manner, as if that tinge of white had already been one of the decorations from the start. You were left speechless, but Vil only smirked at your reaction, seemingly finding extreme enjoyment in your cute shocked face. “Alright...” You flinched, physically retracting away but can’t really go any far than you already are now as he brought the fork closer to your open mouth. “I’ll say it again.”

“Say ‘Aah’~”

Is it obvious? IS IT OBVIOUS that Euphoria is affecting the way I’m writing right now? Because YES, it is affecting me so bad OMG— I need to get it out of my system because I can just TELL that this will affect me in the future too lol

Vil reminded me of Nemu and I’m— *sob* I thought I was sinful, but Euphoria is traumatizing—

#twisted wonderland #yandere twisted wonderland #vil schoenheit #yandere vil schoenheit #yandere #Birthday Crumbs (Vil)

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haworthiaace · 3 years

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Magic misfits! Did I update the masterpost specifically because of this fic? yes absolutely. A busy day for Scar, featuring TFC and some good ol’ Scar appreciation :]

The start of a new season was always interesting.

While TFC didn’t enjoy having to start from scratch every year or so; having gotten used to the comforts of late season riches, he did love the sheer amount of interaction that came with a new season. TFC was content to hear gossip about the others’ shenanigans while he stuck to what he was best at: mining. Some of the others called it cheating to use his earthbending down in the tunnels, but he called it cheating to be able to shapeshift, or use magic crystals, or any of the other crazy things the other hermits could do, so it evened out.

When he wasn’t down in his mine, TFC watched as all the other hermits scrambled to make the most impressive buildings and contraptions in as little time as possible. Many of his servermates placed more importance on finishing their creations than actually gathering necessities such as tools and armour.

As if to prove this observation, the Boatem village appeared on the other side of the nether portal, populated with structures that were much too large considering it had only been three weeks since they arrived in this world. There was also a… tree? At least that’s what it looked like; a thin oak tree stretching up past the clouds and out of view. Looks like Mumbo and Grian were up to no good already.

“TFC! Up here!” Scar’s voice came from somewhere above TFC’s head, and he looked up to see the wizard (although he no longer wore his robe and hat) standing on a balcony extending from a truly massive wagon, one hand on the railing and the other extended above his head, waving enthusiastically at TFC.

He climbed the ladder up the side of the wagon, entering a sparse storage room. Knowing Scar, he either hadn’t bothered to move in yet or lost all of his things in a cave somewhere. Despite his powerful crystal magic, Scar still managed to die more than any other hermit, so the second option was more likely.

“Well hello there! Welcome to my humble abode, please take a seat.” Scar led TFC to a balcony, where he gestured towards a table and two folding chairs. Scar sat down, crossing his legs and folding his arms in his lap. “So, what brings you to our little village today?”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the question, confusion evident in his voice. “Because you invited me? We were supposed to have tea today.”

Scar jolted in his seat, then proceeded to scramble out of said seat. “I’ll be right back! I have to go… feed Jellie!” This was quite obviously a lie seeing as Jellie hadn’t returned from her between seasons interdimensional travels yet. TFC’s laughter chased Scar into the wagon, where he frantically prepared the tea that he was totally planning on making because he definitely remembered his plans for the day.

After about five minutes of mildly concerning crashing sounds, Scar returned with two steaming mugs of tea (decorated with cat faces, of course) and a plate of chocolate chip cookies - Stress’ recipe if TFC wasn’t mistaken. They sat in comfortable silence for a few minutes, appreciating the tea and cookies.

“So, how are you holding up this season, Scar?” TFC took a sip of green tea, looking out at the horizon.

“Oh you know, the usual. I don’t have my village anymore, but the magical misfits still come seeking my help.” He brought a cookie to his mouth and bit off half of it. “Not that I mind helping people!” He swallowed his mouthful before continuing. “XB was here last week convinced that he left his coat in season seven, but turns out it just ended up in one of Joe’s boxes.” He chuckled to himself, wiping crumbs off of his jacket as TFC stared at the distant ocean, lost in thought.

TFC broke the silence that had fallen. “You’re a good man, y’know that?” The wizard in question looked at TFC in surprise. He was used to ‘thank you’s, but the personal compliment caught him off guard. “You’ve created a safe space for folks from all sorts of places, and you’ve saved quite a few of them from bad people.”

Scar looked down, smiling at his cup of tea. He spoke quietly, a departure from his usual boisterousness. “Thanks TFC, that means a lot.”

Scar was in the middle of catching TFC up on what he missed from day one when something red and very fast crashed into the balcony. The something in question turned out to be Grian, shimmering wings protruding from his back. Something must have been wrong, since winged hermits tended to refrain from flying early in the season, in the name of fairness.

“Scar we need your- Oh heeey, I didn’t know you had company over!” He leaned on the railing, his urgency replaced with a forced cheerfulness as he (quite obviously) pretended nothing was wrong. What was probably supposed to be an easygoing smile stretched too wide, and his voice was more high pitched than usual. “How’s it goin’?”

Scar, completely oblivious, responded excitedly. “Oh, I was just telling TFC here about our adventure in the geode with Cleo!”

Grian’s uncomfortable smile grew wider, and his eyebrows furrowed. “That sounds great, do you think you’ll be done anytime soon?”

“Oh well, I’m not too sure. It depends on when we finish all of these cookies.”

“Oh that’s just wonderful,” Grian’s wings started to twitch behind him, “did you make those yourself?”

Scar took a breath, preparing for a tangent when TFC cut in, showing the poor fairy some mercy. “Alright Grian, out with it. What’s wrong?” Scar stared at Grian, somehow surprised that this wasn’t a completely ordinary visit.

Grian let out a long sigh. “Thank you so much TFC.” He turned his gaze to Scar. “We need a little help with curse breaking.”

Scar set down his mug and gave Grian his full attention, preparing himself for whatever strange curse one of the fairies had set on some poor hermit. “Really? How are you two cursing people already? It hasn’t even been a month!”

Grian’s tangent was accompanied by wild hand gestures that made it difficult to follow what he was saying. “Well, Pearl came up behind Mumbo and spooked him, he shouted something about not sneaking up on him, and now whenever he turns his back on her she teleports directly in front of him.” Grian looked nervously over his shoulder in the direction of Mumbo’s van. TFC followed his gaze, and burst into laughter again.

Mumbo was standing a few feet away from his campfire, spinning in circles and doubling over in laughter as Pearl kept popping up in front of him.

Scar pushed himself up from his chair, TFC followed suit. The pair headed to the door while Grian flew back down, Scar giving TFC a sort of briefing. “Alright, let’s go figure out what exactly Mumbo did before Pearl starts feeling particularly vengeful.”

It took two hours and a lot of trial and error (with TFC giving supremely unhelpful tips), but eventually Pearl could stand behind Mumbo again. At some point Scar accidentally applied the effect to both Grian and Mumbo, and he had to beg the two not to create a space time anomaly. But it was all fixed now, and TFC was sure Pearl’s revenge would be swift and cruel.

Scar made his way back up to the balcony, and the two continued their conversation. It was a good thing Scar had enchanted his mugs, something he had done back in season seven after his drinks kept getting abandoned and going cold.

After a few hours of peace (other than both Mumbo and Grian’s bases abruptly flipping upside down while the boys were inside), the pair was interrupted again by a voice behind them.

“Howdy, Scar. Oh, and howdy to you as well, TFC!”

Neither of them had heard Joe coming, so Scar jumped about a foot in the air while TFC nearly spat out his tea. It turned out that Cleo was there as well, looking quite a bit angrier than Joe, although that wasn’t too uncommon.

“Oh my goodness, Joe you scared the life out of me!” Scar held a hand to his chest and caught his breath as Cleo got right to business.

“Sorry about that Scar,” her voice was flat, and it was safe to assume that she was not, in fact, sorry about that. “But we have an emergency. It’s completely Joe’s fault, he-”

Joe smoothly stepped in front of his companion as he cut her off, “I wouldn’t say it’s entirely my fault, old magic is a fickle thing-”

Cleo shoved Joe aside, stepping in front once again. “He revived my leg!” She raised a foot off the ground and gestured at it with both hands.

Sure enough, both TFC and Scar looked down to see that Cleo’s right leg was significantly more flesh-coloured than the left, restored to what it presumably once was.

Scar’s lingering panic was instantly replaced by an amused grin as he gestured to the leg in question. “Cleo, why don’t you just get your leg reinfected? It’s not like zombies are hard to come by.”

The pair stood still, just blinking. (Completely in sync, it was eerie)

Cleo rounded on Joe and punched at his shoulder just as he raised a hand to deflect her fist. “How did you not think of that Joe?! I thought you knew everything there was to know about-” She gestured wildly about for a moment. “Everything?!”

“Shouldn’t you be some sort of zombie expert by now? How is that my responsibility?” The argument continued as the pair went back into the wagon and down the ladder. As they walked off, presumably to go find a cave, something occurred to TFC. He cupped his hands around his mouth to yell down at them.

“Cleo!” She turned around. “Don’t use Joe as bait!”

She snapped her finger like a defeated cartoon villain, as Joe turned to face her and presumably gave her grief for this evil plot.

It was only about five minutes after Cleo and Joe left (preceded by twenty minutes of arguing) that the next problem arrived, as it often did, in the form of Zedaph, Impulse, and Tango arriving on the shore of the village. TFC found this odd, seeing as how everyone was now connected by nether portals, but he assumed there would be an explanation shortly, even if it didn’t make a lick of sense.

Impulse shouted up from the ground, the three of them clustered near the front of the wagon. “TFC, we need your help!” Well that was a surprise, not many people asked for his assistance other than Scar. “We made an oopsie and Cleo said we could find you here!”

As every hermit knew, ‘oopsie’ was a versatile word with these three. It could mean anything between making a minor mistake in a build to banishing Impulse for the fifth time. “What happened this time?” TFC stood up and made his way down the ladder, since shouting down at them wasn’t very efficient and they didn’t seem inclined to come up.

Impulse started twisting his hands together while Zedaph and Tango tried their best to look innocent behind him. It didn’t work. “Weeell, Tango wanted a terraforming job done around his base, so we made a little deal for it.”

Oh boy. Not much good came out of magical deals, yet the other hermits continued to make them with each other. Demonic deals were especially tricky since the demon didn’t have precise control over their end of the deal, not that it stopped these three. “Tango offered me his first beacon in exchange for the job, and it turns out that a beacon is worth a lot more than I thought- it’s probably easier if we show you.”

“Quick FYI guys: firsts are very valuable in deals! It applies to you as well Impulse, not just the fae!” Scar called helpfully from his still seated position on the balcony.

They all ended up going over to Tango’s house/ shop, which was literally buried in a mound of dirt and stone, along with about three quarters of Bdubs’ giant moon house. That explains why they didn’t use the nether.

The earth was offended after being touched by demonic magic, but after a long negotiation TFC managed to convince it that Impulse meant no harm, and it was happy to return to its prior state. Tango was mildly annoyed that he would have to do the terraforming himself and give Impulse a beacon, but it was better than the wrath he would have faced from Bdubs.

By the time TFC and Scar returned to the Boatem village, the sun was starting to dip below the horizon. While TFC admired the beauty of it, Scar just looked disappointed.

“I’m sorry.”

TFC raised an eyebrow at the wizard, a frown making its way onto his face. “What do you mean you’re sorry? Did you do something to the tea?”

Despite TFC’s attempted joke, Scar still stared at his perfectly polished shoes. “This was supposed to be a nice relaxing day to catch up, and people were just showing up left and right. I mean, we hardly got to spend any time together! Maybe I shouldn’t invite people over with all this wizard stuff going on.”

“But we did spend time together.” TFC’s rough hand landed on Scar’s shoulder, the latter looking up at the former, startled by the contact.

“Well yeah we had tea for a while but-”

TFC had to cut off Scar’s rambling or he would never get to his point. “Yes we had tea, but I’m talking about the rest of the day.” Scar seemed genuinely confused at this. “I helped you un-curse Pearl,” he did air quotes on the word ‘helped,’ “We watched Joe and Cleo argue together, and you came with us to fix Tango’s house.” Of course he didn’t do much other than laugh at Tango’s misfortune, but it was the thought that counted. “Just ‘cause it didn’t go to plan doesn’t mean I didn’t have a good time.” After all, not much went according to plan on the hermitcraft server.

Now Scar was smiling. “So I didn’t ruin the day with magical misfits?”

“Not at all.” TFC reached for his mug and emptied it one last time, then stretched before heading out. “But now I gotta get going. I don’t like my chances against the mobs with my crappy iron gear.”

Scar waved once more as TFC disappeared into the nether portal. “Goodnight TFC! And thanks again, for everything!”

TFC smiled as he made his way through the nether tunnels back home. Scar did a lot more for the hermits than he realized, allowing them to be free with their magic in a way they couldn’t back home, TFC included. He’d created a home for all sorts of ‘magic misfits’ as Scar put it, and he performed an invaluable service, whether he realized it or not.

He’s a good kid. Just needs some reminding every once in a while.

#hermitcraft #hermitcraft 8 #magic misfits au #tinfoilchef #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #pearlescentmoon #joe hills #zombiecleo #tangotek #impulsesv #zedaph #im not too confident on the Emotional bits but #practice makes perfect i suppose #theres a few things i implied here so feel free to ask and clear things up

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caesthetix · 3 years

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KIDS IN LOVE — Pt. 1 No Beauty In War

↪Porco Galliard mini-series

↪content; major character death, canon universe, description of violence, unrequited love, admiring from afar, season 4 spoiler, manga spoiler 119

War was cruel and he tried to push you away from it.

Everything used to be so easy before. When your routine was just sending cookies and cupcakes to the Galliards, when your concern was just the blush on Porco's face when Pieck was around, when what you knew was that the Island of Paradis filled with demons.

How beautiful the world was before, for you to have such a mundane life.

You wished you could go back to that time.

"Hey, Pock."

He groaned once the nickname slipped from your lips, making you chuckle in the process with how easy it was to make him agitated. And for that, you really needed to thank Pieck later. "Pock, Pock~ Why don't you look at me~?"

"Seriously, you are such a kid." He grumbled, irritated with how you were just here only to annoy him. Your feet dangling on the tree stump where you sat on. "Why don't you go home? Just drop your cookies to my mom instead of being here doing nothing."

"Well, I am a kid!" You exclaimed. "And what's wrong with being here? I want to hang out for a while." With you, but you bite your tongue to hold that thought from reaching the surface.

The blonde just shrugged and continued his chore, chopping down some of the wood into halves. He was always groaning so loud as he did so, as if he put all of his energy into that. You knew better though, he was more than capable of cutting down a few kinds of wood with a meagre strength.

And knowing that he had changed into a colder person since Marcel embarked on the mission in Paradis, you needed to be extra careful with him.

"Hey, Porco." You called out once again, fingers fiddling with the bag of cookies in your hand.

"What?" He answered nonetheless, despite the annoyance that was dripping in his tone.

You pondered if it was the right thing to ask. But you have made up your mind, the thought had been haunting you for perhaps months now, making you restless at the point it was hard for you to sleep. So you couldn't back down, you need to know of a way.

"Who usually is needed in a war except, well, warriors?"

He stopped his axe midair as the question slipped from your lips, putting it down slowly before giving his full attention to you. You flinched, trying to act as calm as ever under his wandering gaze. His lips shaped into a thin line, eyes scrutinizing your face.

"There are medics, of course." He stated, though somehow he sounded careful as he shared the information. "Doctors, nurses, we all need any kind of help within that field. Then there was a researcher, professor, you know — geniuses."

You nodded, pondering if you could be in one of the fields. Perhaps nurses, yes, you just needed to know all the basics, working alongside doctors. But you didn't know if you could start to be a dependable nurse at the same time Porco would go on a mission.

"And chef."

Your eyes immediately lit up at his last statement. "Warriors and others need food too." Good. Cooking was something that you could do. You even knew that Porco loved some of the cuisines that you made, from how he always asked for a second when the Galliard had dinner at your house.

Deep in thought, you didn't see how his eyes filled with horror at the realisation.

"Then, what can I do to be enlisted in a war?" You looked up, now with confidence in your voice.

"Huh?"

"Tell me, Porco. You must know information like this, right?" You slightly begged, softening your eyes to push down the eagerness on your gesture. "I want to join you, to be there beside you when we win and for us to get our freedom." You rambled on, but your friend just stayed put in his place without saying anything. "Porco—"

"You think war is a game for you?" His voice was low, making your pupils dilated at the bitterness in it. "War needs someone braver, not just someone with a mindless dream like you." You didn't know what was in his head right now, but this side of him scared you.

Porco took a few steps forward, now just inches away from where you sat. His eyes glowering down at you with disgust, you couldn't help but let out a small whimper. "You think your burnt cookies and mediocre food could please the higher-ups? You think a weak kid like you could survive more than an hour on the battlefield?"

"I am not weak." You answered as stern as possible, ignoring the crack in your voice as you challenged his gaze. His eyes twitched at your reply before seething in anger at your words.

As if something snapped within him, he grabbed your wrist and raised it abruptly, so fast that you couldn't hold your grasp on the bag of cookies. You gasped as the crumbs scattered on the ground, but you couldn't move to save it as his hand tightened. "Porco, let me go—"

"See? You are weak." It felt so brutal at the reminder. "I am here gripping your wrist with a little force and you are already cowering like a kid." He smirked, but it was not the same smirk that he usually had when he teased you. "Oh, yeah, you are a kid." He wrecked you, slapping the fact on your face. "And a kid like you will die in a war."

He gritted out every word with mockery. You knew that being a part of the war meant that you had to be more assertive, braver. But wouldn't everyone work together to win the war? If one of the warriors was in need of assistance, wouldn't they help each other?

But Porco being Porco, he knew what clouded your mind. "Never think that someone would save you. Not even me. You know why?" His face grew closer at the point you could feel his hot breath on your face, making you suck your breath. "Because you are not worth saving."

You kicked him with all of your might, turning your face in another direction as you jumped down from the tree stump and ran. You didn't want him to see the tears threatening to fall, you didn't want to give him the satisfaction that his words impacted you deeply that you knew it would leave a scar on your heart.

"You go, kid! Run!" You heard him shout. "Do the only thing that a kid could do! Run!"

Yes, you were running away from him. But as you run, you balled your hand into a fist.

You promised that someday you were going to prove to him that you were not just a useless kid.

War was an endless nightmare, and how everything turned out in front of you became a reminder of what it was capable to do.

You heard the scream, a familiar scream that threatens to tear your eardrums. It was Zeke, that howl belonged to the beast titan. And just like that, you could see all the glows around you. One, two, no, you couldn't count how many of the Eldians in Paradis rapidly turned into titans. The city lit up with almost everyone becoming a monster inside their blood.

As you lay low on the tall building, you wiped your eyes from the dust and dirt, wanting to see more clearly of the condition in the battlefield below you. You gasped when you saw two familiar light blondes that belonged to the Grice brothers.

He glowed, Falco's body covered with a yellowish light. That was when you realised what was going to happen. The boy might have ingested Zeke's spinal fluid, and from the range he stood right now, the power inside him would be activated.

That little kid had so much in his future, and you wondered if he ever told Gabi about his feelings. And now, he was going to be a titan.

But your eyes watered even more when you saw as Colt stayed still, he was there hugging his little brother, not caring anymore that it would kill him in the process.

"Colt—"

You cracked your neck to the left and right, stretching your limbs as you let the tiredness start to sink in. Today, you were helping Niccolo to feed the Eldians warriors, saying that it would be a good time too to get to know some of the warriors who fought for Marley.

Ever since you received the invitation from Commander Magath, you had been working nonstop. He praised your skills in knowing nutrition and your capability of making a personal menu for each warrior, informing you that you would be a good addition to the military.

There was no time to slack off, you sharpened your mind and tried a lot of new recipes that could please the warriors while sticking to their diet.

"Hey, you can go there, you know? Some of them asked to meet the new chef behind their, let me quote, magnificent food." You snorted as Niccolo cleaned his hands with the towel. "Take off your apron and flaunt! You are only young once."

"You are young too, remember that?" You chuckled at his remark. For a pure Marleyan, you were surprised that he didn't look down at you. He respected your skills, not caring that you were an Eldian, and treated you like you were family most of the time. "But okay, I will take your advice."

Cleaning your hand and taking off your apron, you looked at the small mirror in the kitchen to make sure that you look proper. You heard a chuckle from your friend, somehow knowing that you were always a worrywart when it came to how people looked at you.

"You look fine, just go on, they are begging to meet you."

"Alright, alright you impatient old man."

You ignored the surprised gasp from him and went outside to the room where he assigned the warriors to. To say that you were nervous would be an understatement, you were afraid that you would flinch or ended up being too timid.

No, you were not a kid anymore. A few intimidating warriors wouldn't make you crumble.

You heard a loud chatter as you stood in front of the door. It was wrong to eavesdrop, but when you heard someone mention how good your cook was, your heart swelled with appreciation. Alright, that was enough, it would be better if you announced yourself.

Knock knock knock.

You heard a shout telling you to come in, and you didn't waste your time over it. The second you came in and closed the door behind you, you straightened your posture and gave them a small bow.

"See? Now you owe me another meal here."

"It's a young woman, I did not expect that."

"Wait, (Y/n)?"

In between all of the noises from the men, who apparently made a bet about how the chef would look, you heard a feminine voice coming from one of the chairs. Your eyes fleeting towards their direction, finding a woman with slightly dishevelled black hair and relaxed eyes.

"Huh?" You blinked, recognition dawned upon you. Then your eyes widened. "Pieck?"

Your hands were sweating as you tried to lock your gaze on her. She blinked as she saw the distress in your eyes, yet you kept staring at her. If she was here, then that would mean one thing.

Porco was here too.

Well, that explained the feeling of someone glaring a hole in your skull.

"Pieck, you know her?" Someone spoke up, it was the same man whose voice you recognised praising your food before. Before she could answer, he walked toward you with a giddy step, a soft smile plastered on his face as he extended your hand for you to shake. "Name's Colt, Colt Grice."

His presence brought you back to reality. You were here to impress them, a ghost from the past could be taken care of later. Shaking his hand, you gave him a polite smile as you looked at him with your warm gaze. You tried not to think too much about the blush on his face at the moment.

You still could feel someone drilling holes in your direction. The man in front of you seemed not to notice. Colt was saying a lot of things to you. He ignored some groan in the background about how he was taking all of your attention, he continued praising your food and how everyone didn't expect to see a beautiful young woman to be the one behind their marvellous food today.

"I thank Commander Magath for assigning you to the military branch."

Someone stood up abruptly from their chair, making you flinch a little before composing yourself in a second. Both you and Colt, interrupted from the light conversation from before, now focused on the commotion behind you. There you saw a man with his gaze darkened, hands gripping tight on the side of the table. His friends were worried about his drastic gesture.

"Hey, Porco, are you alright?"

But his flaming eyes never left your face.

The aftermath of the titans' transformation was hell. All of the warriors were scrambling around to save themselves, only resulting in a delayed death. Their end was impending, and yet they were all wriggling and running, fighting for their own life.

Your gaze was still fixated on the spot where the brothers stood before. It was as if there were hundreds of bombs that detonated at the same time and now your vision filled with dust and rubble, blinding you from what was happening.

You whimpered as dried tears stained your cheek. For the past few hours, you have cried so much as you saw the cruelty of war. But Colt, oh, Colt — a man who was too good for this world, someone who cared deeply for his brother, someone who always hyped you up even when your old friend seemed to try to kick you out from the military.

War was evil, that was what Porco always tried to say to you. And yet here you were, in the middle of it all, watching how your race tried to kill each other. Watching; how your comrades died one by one in the most gruesome way.

No, there was still Porco. You still had Porco, Pieck, and Reiner. You couldn't see where the jaw titan was before, unlike the others. The last time you saw him was when he worked side by side with Reiner before all the debris concealed your vision from the event under you.

But as your vision finally cleared, you felt like someone just shot you through your chest.

"No. No."

A titan tried to eat Reiner. His jaw was fixated on the Armored Titan's nape. Somehow the titan looked familiar, and your eyes widened when you connected the missing puzzle.

It was Falco, and you didn't dare to look around, feeling sure that Colt was gone for certain from how close he was with his brother when he transformed.

Searching through the battlefield, you squint your eyes, trying to understand what was happening right now. Then you saw it, the jaw titan. Porco's titan. Laying idly on the ground not too far from Reiner.

Then just like that, you were reminded of how cruel war could be.

Falco's titan retracted his jaw from Reiner's nape. His long neck whipped to the side, murderous eyes locked to a new prey that was out in the open. A human flesh, without anything concealing them.

It was him, Porco, your old friend, the one who never wanted you to be here in the first place. Half of his face was gone from the impact that he took as a titan. You couldn't hear what he said as he walked to where Falco and Reiner were.

Everything happened so fast after that, yet you could catch every detail of how it took place.

You watched as he just accepted his fate, the pace that he chose was slow, though certain as he was ready to embrace death. He didn't scream, he didn't do anything as Falco's titan ran towards him, with one goal to devour him alive.

That was what he always did, saving children and comrades.

No matter how many humans he killed, no matter how his face often turned into a scowl for certain people, he was always the same Porco Galliard who would prioritize kids and his friends. He never changed. No, that was wrong. He did change.

But even though he changed, he had become a better man for every day that went by.

You couldn't hear anything as your eyes never left the nightmare in front of you. All the bodies that scattered around the ground, your comrades, fellow Eldians from Marley, even some citizens that you met here in Paradis, and Colt. Their deaths would be imprinted forever in your head.

Porco was right after all, just like usual, maybe this was why he didn't want you to be here. There were so many times he would pull you to the side after a meeting, just to tell you about the terror that followed in war. He told you about the horror inside the dead bodies, bloodshed, and screams that flew nonstop.

He tried so hard to show you that war was something that couldn't be stopped. That one day all of your comrades would die, some couldn't be recognised anymore, and neither would you. After all the war that you had been through before, you kept looking forward and never let yourself linger for a long time.

You always shrugged it off before, knowing for certain what you were signed up to. Of course, there was no beauty in war, you even knew there was no winning side at the end of the day. Just people who died on the battlefield, and those who survived.

Every time you imagine what war looks like, you were always ready. No matter how many deaths that you have seen, your eyes kept fixated on the freedom that would follow soon.

But perhaps, it was not the war itself that he deterred you from stumbling in — it was this.

Your hand clasped your mouth as you let the dam break, new tears replacing the previous stains that were glued on your face. Falco's titan crashed to the ground as he had Porco's body in between its teeth. You wanted to scream out, but you couldn't, or else the titans surrounding you would eat you alive.

The worlds crumbled the second you knew there was no tomorrow for Porco.

He was gone, half of his body swallowed down in an instant. And you could do nothing except push down your pain and hide yourself even further inside the rumbles where you hid.

You tried to calm down as you processed what happened. There he goes, he leaves and wouldn't come back. Your heart was racing and not from a reason that you wanted to remember. You felt like you couldn't breathe as you realised — that was the last time for you to take a look at your dearest friend.

And you would never have a chance to tell him.

Neither of how right he was about war.

Nor how beautiful he was in your eyes.

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needs-to-stop-looking-at-yigas · 3 years

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sooga sitting between kohga legs while hes on his throne, with his cock on sooga mouth not letting him touch his master OR himself

You are SO big brained, salsa. I love your ideas, I love your art, you are a blessing to this fucking blog, send any fucking requests your ass wants.

The Yiga clan loved to gather information. Having said that, it also made them quite notorious for spreading MIS information. As in, you’d constantly catch the members spreading rumors with one another. Only true and honest facts were given to Kohga himself, but amongst each other, their imagination went wild. Not that Kohga didn’t hear every single one. He may seem lazy to some, but Kohga was ever listening, and this new rumor REALLY got under his skin. The rumor that Sooga and him were together, and that Sooga was top. He didn’t mind everyone shipping them in the slightest, but the idea of HIM being in charge? He was so insulted, so OFFENDED. He just had to prove them wrong. Kohga got himself comfy in his favorite seat, sighing in content.

“Alright, I need my appreciation time, and Sooga here, now.”

Kohga hated the idea of royalty, but damn did he enjoy being treated like a royal. Blademasters, foot soldiers, AND Sooga appeared before him, as if by magic. The foot soldiers brought him his usual treats; bananas, freshly shaved ice with all types of nice syrups, and even sauteed nuts. Lovely spread, honestly. Kohga looked through his options, and motioned towards the plate of nuts. He helped himself to a small handful, and as he nibbled his treats, he motioned to Sooga.

“So, have you heard the new rumors?”

“Please specify, my lord. The foot soldiers do enjoy muttering amongst themselves.”

Kohga wiped the crumbs off his stomach (with the soldiers looking enviously as he did so. Some of these guys were just absolute perverts), and shook his head.

“Nope. The rumor that YOU’RE the one fucking ME.”

The members next to them tried not to giggle, clearly finding it funny. But not Sooga. Sooga cleared his throat, making the soldiers silence themselves. He gave a light bow of his head.

“I apologize that such a rumor dishonors you, Master Kohga. I could trace where these lyng roots lie, and punish them accordingly.”

“No need, Sooga. I found them already.”

Sooga (as well as the other members) cocked their heads, clearly curious. Kohga helped himself to a bite of shaved ice, before wiping his mouth (where it would have been anyway) with the back of his hand. He sighed as he locked eyes with Sooga.

“Don’t play dumb, Sooga.”

“I...beg your pardon?”

“YOU started it!”

Kohga stood up, and pointed a finger in accusation at him. Sooga gave a shake of his head.

“Master Kohga, I would do no such thing! I would only speak honest truths in your ho-”

Kohga held his hand up, silencing him. He gestured for Sooga to get down, and he obeyed, getting on one knee, and putting his head down. The proper form of a Yiga apology. Kohga sat back down on his chair, trying to act upset. The rumor being spread around was the fact part, but he knew Sooga wouldn’t ever start something like that. He was too noble, too focused on the cause to busy himself with rumors. But this made things so much more fun.

“I CAN’T believe you, Sooga. I expected more from you. I don’t mind the idea of you saying we fuck, because we do, and I’m not ashamed to admit that. But the idea of you saying that YOU’RE in charge of me? That’s just insulting.”

Of course Sooga wouldn’t say anything in his own defense. One, Kohga was stubborn, and two, Sooga would never talk his way out of a punishment. Kohga opened his legs wide open, and snapped his fingers. He was fed a piece of a banana, and as he chewed, he pretended to be deep in thought. Sooga lightly cleared his throat.

“I beg for your forgiveness, but I will accept your fury.”

He knew he’d say something like that. Such a good, good boy, his Sooga. Sooga grumbled, before patting his knee. Sooga crawled forward, stopping right in front of Kohga’s lap.

“Good. Because you ARE going to get punished, Sooga. Give me your mouth.”

There was a mumble of confusion amongst the members, but Sooga knew exactly what he meant. Sooga adjusted his face mask, showing just the mouth part of his face. Everyone gave a light gasp, as if Kohga had stripped down completely naked right in front of them. It was considered shameful to show ANY part of your face, and even showing a piece of your chin was like your pants falling down. Kohga held onto his chin, lightly brushing his thumb against his bottom lip. He had seen his face, but he had NEVER touched it. Aside from a little scar on his lip, Sooga’s features were very soft, very pleasant to touch.

“You understand, I’m not punishing you for funsies. You’re my right hand, so you need to be a step above everyone. You messing up is NOT accepted here, at all.”

“I understand fully, my Master.”

Even watching his lips move was hot. Even watching his tongue help him form words did something to Kohga. He had a good, sharp chin to boot, and Kohga couldn’t help but feel at the little spot of hair growing at his chin. Sooga was a VERY handsome man, almost as good looking as yours truly. Almost. Kohga reached down, and un did a part of his uniform, pulling his cock out. To say he had everyone’s eyes was NO exaggeration. Even members that were just passing by doing their daily duties moved just a bit slower to get a good look. Kohga’s cock was different from Sooga’s; shorter, but VERY thick. It didn’t have as much of a curve to it as Sooga’s either, but he DID share the bunch of black pubic hair (though his was more plentiful, as well as more curly). Either way, he could tell everyone was drooling behind their masks, just wishing they could get a taste. Kohga made Sooga look up at him.

“Now, you’re going to put me in your mouth. You aren’t going to suck, and I’m not gonna skull fuck you. You’re just gonna sit there, mouth full of cock, and not move. Understand?”

“I-I mean I would- I’m not, that is to say-”

Kohga liked watching this usually confident man be brought so low. Kohga rolled his eyes, and pushed his head forward, groaning in satisfaction as he stuffed himself fully into that mouth. Kohga gave himself a minute to get used to the feeling, before relaxing in his seat.

“There we go. Now, who here thinks Sooga is in charge?”

Everyone shook their heads no. Good. Kohga snapped his fingers, and another banana was fed to him. This was the life.

“Master Kohga?”

One of the Blade masters chimed in. Aka, the ones that just LOVED kissing his ass. Kohga chuckled, loving the idea of another big, strong man being overly flirty with him. Kohga held the Blade Master’s chin in his hand, watching him nearly melt.

“Yes?”

“I just...wanted to say, I’m sorry on Sooga’s behalf. You deserve far better than someone so close to you starting such a rumor.”

“Sooga HAS been bad hasn’t he? And here he is, still trying.”

Kohga felt him try to move. He was trying to actually suck him off. While it was cute, it wasn’t what he asked for. And even worse, he DARED to rub at himself. Kohga lightly patted the Blade master’s cheek.

“Do me a favor, help me out with his hands.”

He nodded, seeming to understand perfectly well what he wanted. Grabbing some rope, he practically yanked Sooga’s hands behind his back, and tied them together firmly. Kohga gave Sooga’s cheek a bit of a firm pat, chuckling to himself.

“I wasn’t gonna do that, but you were touching yourself. This wasn’t supposed to be fun. This is punishment, Sooga. You sit there, and you do nothing. Look at me with that mouth full of cock, and tell me you understand.”

That's what he loved about Sooga. He can understand him just by looking right at his face. One of the foot soldiers took another careful step forward, offering him more snacks. Kohga happily let himself be fed and treated, and when you paired that with the endless praises and glances he was getting from many of the clan members, he could tell it was getting to Sooga. His breath was getting hotter, his look was getting hazy, and he kept groaning against his cock. And did Kohga make it worse? Absolutely. In between the constant praises he was getting from his soldiers, Kohga kept petting his head, and making quite a public display with his compliments.

“Who’s a pretty boy?”, “Who’s a good boy?”, and Sooga’s favorite, “Who’s MY boy?”

Each question, each stroke of his head made Sooga tremble something fierce. It felt incredible, but it was killing him. He was being treated like he was owned by Kohga, right in front of everyone. Mouth visible, hands tied, he should be ashamed. But he was honored. Master Kohga chose HIS mouth to have his cock in, HIS head to pet and fond over. One of the foot soldiers (who had previosly been giggling and feeding Kohga his favorite fruit) looked underneath Sooga, and lightly whistled.

“Master Kohga, he’s leaking all over the floor.”

Kohga seemed to find that amusing, lightly smacking his cheek. Even THAT made him throb.

“Sooga, you wanna cum don’t you?”

Sooga nodded, careful not to move too much, less he invoke more of his fury. Kohga ran his fingers across his scalp, and he could tell Sooga got quite the goosebumps.

“Well, you’re not going to. No one is gonna cum today, because no one earned it. I won’t even cum in your throat, and I know you want that.”

Kohga didn’t know how long he sat there. He just knew that Sooga waited patiently, being his own little cock warmer, while he was being fed and loved. Combine that with the shame Sooga was made to bear, was it any wonder his mind lost itself to lust? Kohga eventually decided that he had enough, and slowly pulled Sooga off of his dick. Sooga’s tongue hung out of his mouth like a mutt, and slobber stained not only his lap, but Sooga’s uniform. Kohga watched the hot breath make bouts of steam in the cold night air, and damn was that something tasty. Kohga leaned down a bit to Sooga, not caring how much everyone was staring at his own half hard cock.

“I want you to remember something. I want you to remember how I taste, and I want you to remember I’M in charge of you.”

Sooga gave a faint, almost tired nod. Sooga was a big, hunky slut, and Kohga adored that about him. Kohga leaned back, and gestured to himself.

“Tuck me away, Sooga.”

Sooga was clearly in mourning, but he obeyed, fingers lightly fumbling. Kohga chuckled, giving a light shake of his head.

“You’ve done okay. But we can do better. You’re going to stand there, and let everyone see how hard you get for me. Understand?”

“C-completely, my M-master.”

“Oh, and Sooga, one more thing, before I take my nap.”

Kohga’s hand clamped around his throat, giving it a nice, firm squeeze, just where he knew he liked it. And he lowered his voice, making sure Sooga didn’t miss a single beat.

“I love you, Sooga.”

He knew from the way his body quivered, knew the way he swore, that he just came. Kohga chuckled, letting him go, before turning to his side, and falling asleep to the tune of everyone muttering absolute adoration for him.

Sooga was REALLY a good boy.

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whumpiary · 4 years

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[content warning: implied dubcon/noncon, threatened noncon, abuse of power, victim blaming]

“Harley. Thank you for coming up, my love”

Harley feels their breath hitch. Just barely. Just a little. Nothing good comes from Christopher using pet names.

But it would be fine, they reminded themself. They knew it would be fine, just like they had known Colette was going to be in a completely terrible mood this morning and like they knew tomorrow was going to be a bad day.

But tonight, everything was going to be fine.

“Come in, take a seat,” Christopher says from the desk, finishing up whatever he’d been working on on his laptop and training his attention on them “Colette brought some biscuits up. Do you want any?”

“No, thank you,” Harley says, sitting on the chair across from his desk. Christopher smiles and grabs one for himself instead, breaking off small pieces to eat.

“You’re enjoying your new classes?”

“Yes. Very much, thank you”

“Et comment se porte votre français?”

“Ça se bien- passe bien… mais… je ne suis pas… uhh… aussi rapide… apprendre que j'espère”

“Ça va. Vous serez un expert en un rien de temps,” Christopher says warmly, a little shrug like it’s no big deal “You’ll keep pushing yourself until you’re the best you can be, won’t you?”

“Of course I will.”

“Of course you will,” Christopher repeats affectionately. “That’s what I like about you Harley.”

Harley smiles despite themself, ducking their head in an attempt to hide it. There’s something almost paternal about Christopher. Affectionate and gracious is an easy way, like he doesn’t have to think about it. His praise warms them like the afternoon sun might. Gentle and natural and sweet.

“Tell me Harley, are you happy here?”

“At your Estate?”

Christopher inclines his head.

Harley looks at the fire, considering the question. They prefer not to lie, when they can help it. Particularly not to a man like Christopher.

Penance had been difficult, when they’d first arrived, but Harley hadn’t had to give it for nearly nine months now. It was shockingly easy to avoid going. Just keep your head down. Toe the line. And the line was remarkably easy to toe. You just had to do what you were told. Harley was good at that. Always had been, more or less.

The hardest challenge Harley had had recently was fitting in the extra tutoring sessions they’d requested but again, they’d requested the extra sessions. They’d wanted to do more, to do better. Some of the other charges didn’t seem to understand how to succeed here but Harley did. Listen well, behave nicely, lap up every opportunity to better themselves that they were granted.

Bergen Estate was about choices. You just had to choose for the best.

“Yes, I am,” they say finally “I’m happier here than anywhere else I’d be”

“Good,” Christopher says, brushing crumbs from his hands as he finishes the last of his supper. His gaze lands heavily on Harley’s face “That’s good. I do worry sometimes that I ask too much from all of you”

It’s a loaded comment. A fishing expedition their grandpa would’ve called it. Maybe testing the waters for something, maybe searching for information. They doubted Christopher was trying to trip them up in a lie. They hadn’t lied, for starters, and Christopher wasn’t like that.

“I think… some of the other charges don’t realise how lucky we are here. They’re not grateful for the opportunities we were given when we were brought here”

“But you are?”

“Of course I am. I’m grateful every day”

Christopher smiles, his eyes grazing over them. He nods, seemingly contented with the answer. Harley breathes relief as Christopher reaches for his tea.

“I have a job that needs doing tonight, Harley. Do you think you could help me?”

Harley all but snaps to attention, holding back as they straighten in their chair, eager for a task. The opportunities to give thanks for everything he had granted them in their time here were few and far between. Just another year and their indenture would be finished.

“Of course I will, Christopher.”

Christopher smiles, relaxing back in his chair.

“I knew you would, my love,” he says “I have a guest staying tonight. I think you met him last time he was here. Andre Beauche?”

Harley frowns, trying to recall. They have a vague picture of the man’s face, and only a slightly clearer idea of his voice. The only thing they can really recall distinctly is-

“The man with the ugly ties?”

Christopher laughs, eyebrows shooting up in surprise, “Is that how you remember him?”

“Sorry, was that rude?”

“Oh, no, no. Not it all. He’s not here,” Christopher says, waving a hand absently before another laugh grips him “Ugly ties. I love that. That’s great.”

Harley lets themself laugh too then, ducking their head. It’s maybe not as funny as Christopher seems to find it but the ties had really been atrocious.

“Yes. The man with the ugly ties,” Christopher says, letting the last of his laughter shake out “As I said, he’s staying here tonight. He’d like some company for the evening”

Just a second, there is a crack in Harley’s usual crafted calm. Just a small second of faltering before they smooth their expression back to being composed and at peace, like everything is perfect and under control.

Because it is and it will be. Everything will be fine. They’d known that this morning when they’d woken up. They’d known that Christopher would be calling them in here tonight. And that afterwards, everything would be fine.

“Company?”

“Yes, companionship. Entertainment. Whatever you want to call it”

“You mean… like… conversation and things like that”

Christopher leans back in his chair, the barely-there smile creeping into a warm grin as he looks at them. There’s a sense of bemusement on his face. A predatory- no, playful ‘are you really asking me that question?’ sort of look.

“I would imagine that the emphasis would be more on the… things like that, than the conversation,” he says.

Harley can’t remember how breathing is meant to go. They’ve misunderstood. They’re misunderstanding. Surely. Because everything’s meant to be fine. But their intuition has been wrong before too. Maybe they’re wrong about tonight.

“Andre would like to see you in an hour or so, after you’ve had a bath and been able to clean up a bit from your day.”

“I don't… think I understand,” they say gently, trying desperately to keep the soft smile in place. The easy calm. Christopher considers them. His own smile doesn’t shift, but something like violence glints behind his eyes.

“I think you understand perfectly, Harley,” he says, there’s hardness in his voice like the glint of a knife “I think you are being deliberately obtuse and to be honest, it’s not at all flattering.”

Their face falls.

“But… but when I came here. When I… When I signed-”

“As I was saying, he’d like you to bathe first and get changed-”

“Christopher, please-”

“-Apparently he’s a bit of a germaphobe so we’ll have to deal with that. Now, he doesn’t strike me as particularly violent but-”

"No”

It’s a tiny word, the smallest little whimper, but Harley claps their hand over their mouth as if they’d screamed. Christopher’s smile doesn’t even falter. He tilts his head.

“What was that, my love?”

Harley shakes their head, holding their breath. There is a ringing in their ears that reminds them of a gunshot. They can’t do this. Please, God they can’t do this, Christopher must know that they can’t do this.

“I have to say, I am so excited for you to be stepping up to the plate like this, Harley,“ Christopher says, his eyes hard as he looks at them. Into them. Please, please don’t make me do this. "It really demonstrates how much you’ve grown while you’ve been here. Now as I was saying…”

Harley is dreaming. They’re dreaming, they have to be dreaming. They’re falling and falling but the room isn’t moving and Christopher is still talking so they must be dreaming. Harley closes their eyes, begging to wake up.

Please, God. Please let this be a dream, please let this be a nightmare. I can’t do this. Please not this, not this, not this. He knows not this. I will do anything but not this, not this. Please, God. Please please please please please-

"Why don’t I just do it?”

Cassius’ voice is lazy and nonchalant as he pipes up from the chaise in the corner. Harley had barely registered his presence when they’d come in. Sprawled out lazily, a book open on his chest, they’d assumed he was asleep. But now he’s opened his eyes just a crack, propping his head up with his arm as he looks directly at Harley.

They haven’t seen him in a week or so. Not since- Harley, stop breathing. - not since Collette had gone to Penance. Harley straightens even more rigidly, and they can’t help but feel a flair of hatred, even through the fear.

Christopher keeps his eyes trained on Harley for a long moment before turning in his chair, reaching his hand out towards Cassius, “What was that, darling boy?”

Cassius stands up, discarding his book to the side as he closes the gap between himself and the older man. He moves through the room the same way he does everything; like he owns the place.

“Harley doesn’t want to go, I’m here. Why don’t I just do it?” he settles himself on Christopher’s knee “Mon français est mieux que le leurleans”

He leans forward to press a kiss to the man’s neck, lips grazing there as he whispers something else – et je sais comment l’utilise – foreign and lilting, that makes Christopher laugh softly.

Slut. Harley thinks, quickly followed by don’t think that, he’s trying to help. Quickly followed by, trying to show you up, trying to steal the attention, trying to prove how much better he is than you followed by why does it matter what he’s doing or why he’s doing it if it keeps me away from the worst?

Harley forces themself to pay attention to the conversation that’s happening in front of them. They have to pay attention, they have to listen. Please, please, please save me, I don’t want to do this. They have to know what’s going to happen because they have to know it’s going to be fine but they don’t know how yet and this is important.

“I mean like… did he request Harley specifically?”

Christopher hums, pushing Cassius’ hair back with one hand and wrapping the other around his charge’s waist, “Not exactly. Just someone polite”

Cassius smiles, draping his arms around Christopher’s neck “I’m polite as fuck.”

“Case in point, darling,” Christopher says with gleaming eyes “Andre wants someone pretty, polite, and docile. Hardly the adjectives I’d reach for to describe you.”

Harley cringes internally. Pretty, polite, docile. Is that what Christopher thought of them? Was that how they were marked?

Cassius rolls his eyes with a scoff, then seems to remember the point and softens in the older man’s arms.

“Well does he want someone who knows what they’re doing or someone scared stiff? Because frankly I think Harls is about three seconds from wetting themself”

Asshole. followed by well he’s right isn’t he? followed by anyone would be scared. Anyone would be right to be scared. He’s the fucked up exception not the rule.

“Besides,” Cassius continues, his voice soft and lilting as his lips graze Christopher’s jaw, presses a kiss to his cheek. Something changes in the way he holds himself. It makes him look smaller and sweeter than he is. “I can be docile.”

The older man closes his eyes, indulging in the attention and Harley looks away. They can never bear to watch when they’re together like that.

“Andre is particular, Cassius. I need someone well behaved”

“I can be well behaved when people want me to be.”

“I’m yet to see that.”

“Well you’ve never wanted me to be, have you Christopher?”

Harley had walked in on them together once, by accident. Fucking against a wall. Christopher had had his back turned to the door and hadn’t noticed the interruption, or at least hadn’t shown it. But Cassius, with his legs wrapped around the older man’s waist, had heard the door click open, and lolled his head back against the wall to lock eyes with them. He’d smiled and held Harley’s gaze with dead eyes as Christopher thrust into him. Harley had practically tasted the salt and the sweat has they watched him licked a long, slow line up the older man’s throat. And then Harley had fled.

“And what if I want you tonight?“ Christopher, talking again. Harley feels unmoored, the conversation of the two men in the room ebbing in and out of their awareness as they stand there, trying to remind themself that this would be fine. Everything would be fine.

"You don’t, though,” Cassius says, “You’re tired and you want to go to bed. You’re done with me tonight.”

Christopher’s eyes are focused on the younger man’s face intently, the barest hint of a smile dancing on his lips. “Is that right?”

Cassius’ eyes flick to Christopher’s belt and then back up to his face with that tilted grin, “Well you will be in about twenty minutes”

Cassius liked it. Everyone knew he liked it. He made sure everyone knew. So what was with the turning in Harley’s stomach? Why did they feel so guilty for letting him save them? They stare into the fire so they don’t have to see any of it. So they don’t have to pay attention even a little.

Christopher interlocks his fingers around Cassius’ waist, considering him.

“You’ll have to prove to me you can be well behaved”

“Of course I will, Christopher”

The soft, lilting voice is back again on Cass’ tongue and Harley snaps their eyes to him as they realise what he’s doing. That’s their voice. That’s how they speak. He’s mocking them.

Fucking slut.

As soon as the anger flares in their chest again, they close their eyes, turn back to the fire trying to cool it. He’s helping, he’s helping. It doesn’t matter how he’s doing it. It doesn’t matter why he’s doing it. He’s helping. Let him help.

Harley tries to unfocus their eyes and their attention again as they see Cassius drop to his knees between Christopher’s legs out of their periphery. The sound of a belt buckle. A low breath. The way the fire turns, it looks like leaves in autumn.

“Harley,” Christopher says as Cassius’ hands start to work “Penance. Tomorrow morning. 10.30”

Harley nods. They had expected nothing less. They can deal with Penance. Penance is nothing. Penance is fine. They had known that Christopher would be calling them in here tonight and that afterwards, they would be fine. So everything was fine.

Harley’s almost certain they see Cassius wince. It’s the tiniest flinch, the slightest creasing of his brow before it smooths out again and then he’s looking up at Christopher’s face with that same mix of adoration and contempt again. It’s a strange sight, on Cassius. Usually he only exists on a sliding scale between arrogant and smug.

It’s strange too to feel grateful to the person you know is going to kill you one day. Or maybe not. Harley’s intuition had been wrong before.

“Harley can go, right?” Cassius says, his cheek on Christopher’s thigh. “It’s not like we need them”

There is one second, then two, of silence after the comment. And in that, Harley manages to find barely enough courage to glance up at the two men across the room. Christopher is looking at them, inspecting like he’s trying to decide whether to buy them. Cassius is looking up at the older man’s face like he might have the answer to eternal life.

“No. I think they should stay for now. Maybe they’ll learn something,” Christopher says finally, eyes raking over them. And it’s there again, on Cassius’ face, that little flinch. Grief and rage and revulsion, all packaged up in a second, and then gone again. So quickly Harley could’ve convinced themself it had never been there “Besides, I’m liable to change my mind. You both know that.”

Harley looks away again. Someone really should stoke the fire if Christopher wants it to keep going. But if he was going to bed in twenty minutes that probably didn’t matter anyway. The wood expands, cracks, settles. The sound of fire is soothing. Compared to other sounds.

“I have to say Harley…” Christopher says after a few excruciatingly long minutes.

They look at Christopher’s face. Very carefully at his face. Not at the hand tangled through a head of hair. Not Cassius’ hands on his thighs.

“I really am so disappointed in you,” Christopher says as they meet his eyes “I thought you were better than this”

And the knowledge of Penance tomorrow – the promise of pain and exhaustion and humiliation of it — had been fine. But right there, in that moment, with that comment ringing in their ears, Harley wishes they could die.

#noncon cw #dubcon cw #implied or referenced noncon #intimate whumper #abuse of power #power dynamics #christopher #harley #cassius #you know when you get to a point editing a piece where your just *throws hands up* i gUEss #yeah that

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Blink once, blink twice. Was that tidy little box there before? Perhaps, perhaps not. A little note read 'sweets for a time when you need them most'. Little pastries baked in shapes of pumpkins and bats. Shortbread with little jam filling, chocolate for the bats. No signature, but the accompanying box of sweets was a pair of earrings that were fashioned into the shape of bats. No note for these. / Lizzie

“Oh? What is this?” Elizabeth murmurs softly with a finger drawn to the side of her lip, leaning to open the box before her maid swiped it with swift snatch!

“My lady,” Paula begins with an apologetic tone, sweeping into a bow to the already pouting girl. “Allow me to– my lady, please!” Up the little box is hoisted, out of Elizabeth’s reach who hops and paws.

“Pauuulaaa, it’s for me! Give it here!”

“My lady, we must check to see if it’s safe first! Please understand!”

“PaaaauuulllAAAAAA-”

“My lady!!”

A blur of brown and yellow whiz about the room at high speed, the maid leaping over furniture and Elizabeth right behind, clearing them much swifter than one might expect (and hope) from a girl wearing four petticoats. The maid flees from the room and patters down the decorated Midford hall with despair; arms still holding the box on high as she still begs her Lady’s pardon who is speeding faster than a bullet and leaping to run along the walls with a missile’s precision. A flying bout of gold and yellow spring from the ornate-printed wall to aim for the maid’s back, who just barely manages to swerve and rush off into the library with a squeal as the sound of shattering floorboards and screaming fellow maids echo short behind.

What will she do!? Paula’s head swivels about in panic before spotting an empty shelf .. seven feet off the ground, and fights off the feeling of tension when she hears the familiar sound of low-heeled shoes clapping to finely polished hardwood floors once again. She doesn’t waste a second more, the brown-haired maid scuttles up shelves and holes herself away on top, using a vase to hide behind just in the nick of time as the mahogany doors fly open.

She must be fast, now. She must be quick! Lady Elizabeth gets what she is owed in the end and that includes gifts that haven’t been pre-checked. The lid is carefully pulled open.

“Paaaaula,” Elizabeth sweetly harmonizes, entering the room with a ghostlike grace, purveying with a gentle hum in her throat and eyes flicking side-to-side like that of a clockwork cat. “I know you’re in heeeereeee..”

Oh, what’s this? And this? Is it poisonous? She’ll break off a little bit and dip it in the vial she has in her skirt to check..

“And I know you have what was given to me! It was in my room, on my windowsill! It wasn’t on Paula’s!”

Oh, it’s safe.. and this.. it’s.. genuine, and there’s no sign of arsenic or any other such harmful residue. Jewelry like this is especially nefarious you know, you could easily dip them in poison and it’d go straight to the mind! But.. it’s safe..

“It was for ME.”

Paula squeaks as Elizabeth appears right before her hiding spot (seven feet off the ground, mind you), wide-eyed and fearfully smiling at eyes that were once so emerald and bright are now vivid and void-like. “It is!” The box is jousted out to the Lady who looks more like a beast cornering a small mouse in this moment than dainty, fluffy noble. “It’s all for you, and it’s safe, my lady!” Chipperness returns to her tone, the fear dying away fast as a smile quickly blesses her features.

And as quick as her expression turned, so did Elizabeth’s, who blinks and takes the box with a smile. “Moooh! Really?? Come on, let’s look together, then!!” The young Lady then drops from the shelf (mind you, again, seven feet) and sticks her landing, scuttling to the nearest loveseat to pounce upon and nestle into with a little wiggle. Paula is soon to follow, finding her footing and climbing down those towering shelves, hopping at the third and brushing down her skirt before scuttling to the seat’s side to peer over, beaming.

“Mm, you already looked, though.” Elizabeth realizes with a pout and a scrunch of her expression, but it quickly disappears. “It’s such a tiny little thing, isn’t it? I’ve never been given such an ordinary little box before.” It’s always bedazzled with ribbons, bows and colors galore! But this? It’s so simple. It’s charming, really, and the note perhaps is the main lace of said charm. That was, until she opened it, and the charm really took place with Elizabeth’s hands slapping to her cheeks.

“Oh my goodness, they’re so CUTE!”

Pumpkins! Bats! Sweets!!

It was all Elizabeth could do to resist biting into one immediately, but no, no no no, she had manners. First, the note.

“’Sweets for a time when you need them most’ ..” The Lady murmurs aloud, pouting a little once more. When would be a time that she would need them most? She’d suppose when she was grounded and was forbidden from sweets, but it’s been so very long since that’s last happened. What if they staled before then? But.. a deep inhale leads to a mouthwatering reaction, and a pleasant hum as she wiggles in place. “They smell so delightful! I smell jam! And it smells fresh! And chocolate!” Stale jam? Stale shortbread? That surely had to be a sin! Chocolate never staled in her experience so these little bats would be fine, but oh were they cute! It was difficult to resist the urge to eat them! How could she not?

Guilt, ironically, consumed many when it came to eating such dainty and cute desserts, rather preferring to admire them, but Elizabeth never felt guilt - Elizabeth gobbled them up and enjoyed them entirely while admiring how cute they were. It’s a terrible thing to let a sweet age past its prime - enjoy it while it’s at it’s best!

Each sweet was lifted and turned, each detail examined. There were little imperfections here and there if you looked closely enough --- something the untrained eye wouldn’t notice, but it gave a lot of character to the sweets and suddenly made them a great deal more precious. “These are homemade, Paula!” The Lady gasps, and her maid tilts her head in confusion, not having noticed such a intricate, miniscule detail. “Someone made these all by hand, every single one of them!” Blond curls flew with the swiftest turn of the head, looking that way and this for the lid before plucking it up and closely examining it. A name, a name, a name! Where is a name, where is a clue?

The box is given the once over but no clue is found, which leads to shoulders grumping and brows becoming heavy. “Someone made these by hand and I won’t ever know who did..” The small noble whimpers. That quickly became the greatest sin - not being able to thank whoever poured their time and attention into these very cute pumpkins & bats. It wasn’t someone swinging by a pastry shop and picking out sweets when she came to mind (which is in its own right very kind and not at all forgone) -- it was someone who made these sweets with her in mind.

The lid is set down with a slower energy, a sigh exhaling with a mist briefly shimmering over her emerald irises. “I’ll never be able to thank them..”

Oh, such a whirlwind of emotions, her Lady. Her heart is so tender, too much for its own good. Paula draws her fingers to her lips in concern, and summons her bells from her apron to jingle chipperly. “Eating them would surely be your way to thank them, my lady! Jing-jing!” Ring, ring, go the bells, dancing around Elizabeth’s head to attempt shaking her out of her new-brought melancholy. “Please don’t frown - this had to have been their intention. They could be too modest, or perhaps too mysterious and wish you to simply enjoy them without worrying about the little details. Perhaps you’ll find out who they are in the future! People work in mysterious ways.”

Breath drew to the young Lady’s lips, puffing with a growing protest!! .. but settling again, and Elizabeth reclines. Paula always has a point, and although always so stubborn, something in her assures her to put the frivolous emotions to the side and listen this time. Absentmindedly, she chomps into a pumpkin. “Yooh haffa point bhut shtill..”

“It’s alright, Lady Elizabeth.” Paula beams with a tilt of her head. “Enjoy them, that must be enough to thank them.”

That must be enough to th-- WOW THESE ARE DELICIOUS.

“Try this!!” A pumpkin cookie is immediately shoved into a VERY unexpecting maid’s mouth. The gray clouds washed away in a jiff, ever living up to the cyclone of emotions that the Young Midford was. “I think I just bit into the very season of All Hallows’ Eve! Eat it now, eat it yesterday!” One cookie is devoured after the next with little crumbs decorating now contently blushing cheeks. A bat is tried, and it elicits sparkles bursting from her very being. Low-heeled shoes pitter-patter at the polished flooring and click & clack about, excitable squealing echoing the chamber of the library. Paula, meanwhile, has her own eyes in tears as she relishes in the gourd-shaped biscuit.

“it’s so sweet...” The maid wibbles.

“Doesn’t it taste like Autumn to you?? The only one who has ever been able to bake the season into the sweets has been Grandmama!” And this was not Grandmama’s work - Elizabeth could very easily distinguish her baking from everyone else’s. Whoever this was, they.. goodness, they had to be downright magical to capture the spirit like this! “Oh, I’m in an Autumnal mood! We simply must arrange outfits around these, Paula - I want pumpkins, I want bats, I want -”

“.. mm?” What what was that? A twinkle caught her eye in the corner of the box, and all swift devouring came to a stop. Delicately, her digits fish around and retrieve what twinkled, and she draws in a gasp when the earrings come to lay over the pad of her fingers. She adjusts them, a squeak catching in her throat.

Bats.

Bat earrings.

Not chocolate, but earrings.

With no hesitation, she swaps out the red roses for the bats and scurries across the way to admire her reflection, pressing at her lobes to further bring the bats to light. Oh, they were cute. They didn’t at all match her current attire, not in the least, and she’d have to change that because she couldn’t imagine removing them until nightfall now -- but oh, they were cute, and Elizabeth was obsessed with her reflection. Paula watched on with a smile, warmed by the sight.

Peace didn’t last long, for a very outraged Francis’s voice rang out through the manor like a beast from fathoms below.

“ELIZABETH ,WHAT HAVE YOU DONE WITH THE HALLWAY?”

What fell out of Elizabeth’s mouth after hearing such a roar was a factory of jibberish, joined with the frantic blabbertongue of Paula’s as both suddenly flew into a panic like startled swans, fluttering about the library in a panic. Hide? Not hide?? WHAT TO DO. There’s nothing but squawking and the divine of petticoats as the young Lady paws at the box and gasps over how little cookies and bats do remain. She’d ate so many! She got so swept up in the moment, she ate nearly the whole box!

Oh, she knew that voice too -- how ironic, that was the voice of an up-and-coming grounding if she’d ever heard one. She broke into a sweat, looking right to left and left to right, unsure of what to do with the sudden situation. Part of her wishes to hop the window and run into the maze, but the more responsible part barked to face the music! But -- but -- the sweets, they’d surely be confiscated!

“Your drawstring, my lady!” Paula was the swiftest on her feet, and Elizabeth immediately knew what she referred to. A little transparent drawstring bag was drawn from her pocket, shimmering in the light with its silver string. Empty, and perfectly sized and perfectly easy to hide on her own person! What remained of the cookies and chocolate bats were stashed inside, and Paula snatched the newly empty box and scuttled out of view to discard of it into the fireplace closeby.

The feet were rapidly approaching, and Elizabeth whimpered as she stashed the bag away into her hidden pocket, and prayed they would survive whatever brutal, vigorous training session that came thumping her way.

“I’m coming, mother dearest!” Cried the small noble as she took a few deep breaths, patted herself on the chest, quickly re-swapped her earrings and fluttered with her maid at her heels to face a most wrathful Francis Midford.

Absent to her knowledge, the green bag in her pocket glimmered. Luck was on Elizabeth’s side, it would seem, because her grandmother’s drawstrings always preserved what they held. Fate is odd, as once again an unlikely bond is working together to make something right -- although who would have suspected it was for keeping a sugary secret for a young girl in punishment? Ever the rebels, those two.

#(( wow sorry for the mini story DKFGKSDFG #IF IT'S NOT OBVIOUS: LIZZIE LOVES THEM THANK YOU #sorry this took 100 years to respond to! ))#long post #silvcrreaper #♎ [ ELIZABETH; IC. ] ━ 『 experience elizabeth. ღ 』#special guest: paula.#elizabeth&undertaker.#inventory added: elizabeth.#♈ [ BLOG; ASK. ] ━ 『 letters to hollywood. 』

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myforeverforlife · 6 years

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love me, love me (part one).

In your line of study, you were always reminded that there’s more than meets the eye. A skilled sociologist should be able to look beyond the basics and look for the hidden clues. A single event, a single word could hold an immense amount of hidden meaning if you were lucky enough to find it. To your benefit, you were actually pretty good when it came to analyzing other people’s personal lives. However, you were absolutely blind when it came to your own.

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It could have been hours, it could have been days and you wouldn’t even know.

You pulled out your earbuds, letting them fall to the table as you rested your head on top of your arms. It was already pitch-black outside the confines of your university’s library, but you still had an agonizingly large amount of pages left to read in your textbook. Your third year had just started, and your classes were kicking your ass, for lack of a better term. Homework had been piling up since the first week, and you were determined to stay at least one step ahead of the game. But for now, you reasoned that it wouldn’t hurt to rest your eyes for one second. You had barely gotten your eyes closed when you heard a soft rustling of jeans nearby.

“More homework?”

Lifting your head, a lazy smile found its way onto your face as you recognized who it was. “Dae,” you greeted him, voice heavy with sleep. Your best friend was still wearing his backpack, and you vaguely remembered him telling you that he had one late class until 8:30.

“Hey, sleepyhead. Or maybe Bookworm?” he added, nodding towards your book.

“How about dead-tired.” Stretching out your arms above your head, you gave a small groan as your muscles finally got the rest that they had been craving for so long. “What are you doing here, Dae?”

“Is it a crime to check up on my best friend?” he asked, wearing his usual grin as he crossed his arms over his chest. “I figured you’d still be here. You know, it wouldn’t hurt to take a break every once in a while.”

“Yeah, but it’s the third week of classes and I’ve already got so many things to do, and projects that I haven’t even begun thinking about, and —” Your rambling was cut off as Jongdae came closer, reaching out to close your textbook.

“Dae!” you hissed in a strained whisper, struggling to hide the full extent of your annoyance in such a quiet environment. “I’m gonna lose my page!”

“No, you’re not. Knowing you, you’ve probably been keeping track of which page you’ve been on.” Jongdae chuckled as you looked away, letting out a huff of irritation.

“Still. I’m busy, and I don’t have time to slack off.”

Jongdae raised an eyebrow at this, his grin fading away as a genuine look of concern replaced it. “Okay, now you really need a break. Come on, when’s the last time you ate?”

“Umm...” You glanced at your empty Ziploc bag, leftover crumbs from your cookies left from where you had finished eating hours ago. “It’s been a while,” you finally admitted.

“I bet.” Jongdae stood up, pulling down the straps of his backpack as they began to ride up on his shoulders. “Let’s get out of here, what do you think about that new burrito place?”

“You mean the one that Jun and Chanyeol won’t stop talking about all the time?” you asked with a small giggle. It was true, your other two friends had made it a habit to grab burritos from there at least once a week. Their efforts to get you to come along had failed, with you always using school as an excuse to stay holed up in your dorm.

“The one and only,” Jongdae replied. “We can go see if it lives up to its reputation, and get you out of here.”

“Okay,” you finally gave in, fighting back the small part of you that was begging to turn down Jongdae’s offer in favor of working. “But as soon as I get back to the dorm, I’m picking up where I left off.”

Jongdae rolled his eyes playfully, waiting while you packed up your things. “I honestly wouldn’t expect anything else by now.”

The two of you left the stifling confines of the library, visibly relaxing once stepping outside. The cool night air was, quite literally, a breath of fresh air. You took in a deep breath, a smile of content on your lips. Turning to look at Jongdae, you found him staring at you with a worried expression. “What? What is it?” you asked, even glancing behind you to try and figure out what was throwing him off.

“Please tell me this isn’t the first time you’ve been outside since you came to the library,” he asked, voice tense as he realized what your answer would be.

Feeling your cheeks heat up, you began to stammer, too flustered to form coherent words. “And what if it is?” you asked, voice high as you took on the defensive.

Jongdae sighed, running a hand over his face before peering over his fingers to glare at you. “You can’t stay holed up all day, even if it is for school!” His hand dropped back to his side, and you were shocked to see the full extent of his anger — not anger at you, but at what your actions were doing to you.

“Dae, I’m fine. See?” You gestured towards yourself, even wiggling your toes in your sneakers for good measure. “You worry about me too much.” Without even waiting for him, you started to walk towards the parking lot.

“I worry because I care about you,” he retorted, his steps heavy as he followed after you. “God knows someone has to, since you barely take care of yourself.”

You turned around with a flash, and even Jongdae knew that he had gone too far. “I don’t need you to be my mother, Jongdae. I’m perfectly fine, so stop bugging me about every little thing. Just because we’ve been friends for a couple of years doesn’t give you the right to worry about me like... like we’re dating or something!”

Jongdae’s eyes widened at this, his mouth falling open as you continued to speak.

“You know what, this was a mistake. I’m going back to the dorm, you can do whatever you want. Good night, Jongdae.” You hiked your backpack further up and clutched onto your laptop bag, gaze focused on the path ahead as you walked past Jongdae.

“Y/N, wait!” he called out after you.

Not even caring to glance behind, you continued on your way, a determined wrinkle between your brows as you heard Jongdae jogging to catch up with you. A hand suddenly gripped your shoulder, holding you in place as he moved around to stand in front of you.

“Y/N, I’m sorry, please don’t be mad at me,” he gasped out, eyes frantic as you made a pointed effort to look away. “You... you’re right about what you said, and I shouldn’t have said what I did. But..” His voice softened, and you gave in, eyes coming to meet his.

“But what?” you asked, weariness in voice and posture.

“But you can’t keep tiring yourself out like this,” he answered. “You’re practically a zombie, and you only leave your dorm for classes or for studying. I miss having my best friend around. I miss seeing you happy.”

A lump rose in your throat, and you bit down on your lip. “And what if I am happy?” you countered, a tremble slipping into your voice.

Jongdae’s whole body seemed to deflate in on itself, the usual fight in his eyes snuffed out as he gave you a knowing look. “Are you really?”

Something in those three words finally broke down your defenses, and you felt your eyes begin to prick with tears. Sure, you were happy to be pursuing your dreams and learning as much as you could, but you couldn’t deny the fact that this semester had been extremely taxing on you. Bringing a hand up to wipe at them before any tears could fall, you shook your head, answering Jongdae’s question.

He quickly enveloped you in a hug, clutching you tightly to his chest as you finally let yourself cry. All of the stress from the past couple of weeks that you had kept stored up and bottled away was finally running free, leaving you worn out from the whole ordeal.

Jongdae continued to hold you as you cried, his nose pressing into your hair as he tried to keep himself calm as well. It wouldn’t help for both of you to start crying, and the last thing he wanted was for you to worry about him as well.

It could have been ages, or only a couple of minutes, but neither of you cared. Jongdae waited with you until your cries started to die down, your face damp with tears and a headache starting to come on. You pulled back a little, wiping at your face with your jacket sleeve as Jongdae watched you, that same sad expression still on his face.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked, one of his hands coming up to wipe away the tears that you had missed. Even as he caught the last couple of tears, he let his hand rest against your cheek.

“Yeah,” you spoke with one final, shuddering breath. “Sorry about all that.”

“Hey, don’t apologize. You don’t have to be sorry about that,” he told you, tone firm with conviction. “Okay?”

You nodded, eyes still glazed over with the remnants of your tears. “I just want to forget about school for a while,” you admitted.

Jongdae’s hand slipped away from your face, only to grasp onto your own hand as he twined his fingers with yours. “I can help with that.” He gave you a tiny smile, along with a small chuckle when you returned it with one of your own.

True to his words, Jongdae kept your mind off of school as he drove the two of you to the infamous burrito place. You found yourself laughing at the most recent tales of him and his roommates, Baekhyun and Yixing. You liked his friends — they always made him laugh, caused him to break out into boisterous laughter with their antics. Not everyone was as lucky to have a friend as full of life, as luminous as Jongdae.

You could hardly believe it yourself sometimes.

As Jongdae pulled into the drive-through, both of you waited as the car in front of you ordered. “Do you want to just take these back to my dorm?” you offered. You had the luxury of living in a single dorm on campus this year, even though Jongdae had practically begged you to move in with him. As much as you loved your silly friend, you needed your space as well. Plus, once you saw how noisy he and his roommates could be, you were glad that you had chosen to live alone.

“Sure,” he piped up. “I’ll just tell Baek and Yixing that I’ll be home a bit late.” The three of them lived off campus, and often carpooled together to drive the couple of blocks to school.

“You can stay over, if it gets too late. Do you have any early classes tomorrow?”

“Nah, just one in the afternoon, and I can run back to my place and get changed fast enough to make it in time.” He flashed you a grin, his excitement infectious. “Another one of our legendary sleepovers?”

You gave a small snort at this. “The only thing legendary about those is the fact that you always end up squishing up against me when we’re sleeping. I should just push you onto the floor the next time that happens.”

“You wouldn’t dare,” Jongdae spoke in mock surprise.

“Yeah? Try me,” you teased, sticking your tongue out at him. You gave a small shriek of laughter as Jongdae’s hands shot out, tickling your sides and causing you to explode into giggles.

Jongdae was laughing too by this point, too focused on tickling you that he didn’t notice the car in front of him moving up until the one behind you honked impatiently. The two of you were soon the happy owners of a bag of burritos, the smell of freshly cooked food filling the car and making your stomach grumble every couple of minutes. Luckily, Jongdae was a speedy driver, and he had you guys parked close to your dorm in a matter of minutes.

“Let’s go get some food in us,” he murmured hastily as he unbuckled his seatbelt.

As you struggled to keep your enormous backpack on and to carry your laptop bag and jacket while holding onto your keys, Jongdae swooped in, hand offered out to you.

“Dae, you’re carrying stuff too,” you argued, nodding towards his own backpack and the bag of food that he held.

“Yeah, but I can carry something else.” Seeing as he wouldn’t let this go, you reluctantly handed over your laptop, grateful for his help.

The two of you walked in peaceful silence, the soft glow of the tall lightposts lining the path watching over you and Jongdae. There weren’t many people out this late, seeing as it was almost 9:30 on a Tuesday night. You only hoped that you would be able to get Jongdae into your dorm undetected.

It wasn’t that your hall had a thing against boys staying over, there were even some boys living there as well. But whenever your RA or your roommates caught sight of Jongdae staying over, they were sure to tease you relentlessly the next day about your “secret boyfriend”, no matter how hard you denied it. Jongdae liked the people on your floor, however, and never took offense at their jokes. If anything, he got a laugh out of them too.

You readied your keys in your hand as you got closer to the familiar double doors of your dorm building. After punching your passcode in the keypad resting on the wall, the doors gave a small click and began to open. You glanced over your shoulder, raising a finger to your lips. Jongdae nodded once, keeping silent despite the urge to joke about you sneaking him in once more.

Making sure to take slow, careful steps, you led Jongdae through the building until you made it to your hallway, slipping past the communal kitchen and bathrooms. The lights of some of your roommates’ TV screens shone from under their doors as you continued on, casting a faint glow over the worn carpet of the hallway. You could even faintly make out the familiar voices of Yoo Jae Seok and Kwangsoo as your across-the-hall neighbor binge-watched “Running Man”. The keys jangled slightly in your hand until you reached your door, and you stood with bated breath as you oh-so-carefully unlocked it. As soon as it was open you rushed inside, Jongdae following suit. You got the door closed and locked, only to lean back against it once the whole ordeal was over, the racing of your heart refusing to slow down from the excitement.

Jongdae fell back onto your bed, a grin gracing his face as he stifled a laugh with his hand. “Do you think they heard us?” he asked in a tiny whisper.

“Most likely. It was worth a try though, right?” you asked, your expression mirroring his own. You managed to get your things stuffed in a corner of your room, pages of required reading long forgotten.

If luck and Jongdae’s wishful thinking would have it, you’d end up spending the rest of the night away from your homework. He covered your bags with his own backpack, just for good measure. The idea was juvenile, sure, but Jongdae was pretty confident in his entertainment skills to keep your mind away from school for the remainder of the night.

Jongdae’s movements went unnoticed by you as you searched for your stash of paper plates and napkins. “Aha!” you exclaimed in a stage whisper, holding up the half-empty pack of disposable ware you kept in your room for occasions such as these.

In a matter of minutes, you and Jongdae sat facing each other, sitting on the floor with legs stretched out and plates balancing precariously atop them. Jongdae had dug into his burrito immediately, not caring about anything else as he ate. The two of you sat in silence, eating away until you became more and more unnerved by the mess Jongdae was making.

“You’re such a messy eater,” you told him, tossing a napkin over to him.

He mumbled out a quick thanks, mouth still full as he wiped at his face. Making quick effort to chew and swallow the bites of burrito, he glanced up at you tentatively. “Y/N?” he asked, voice tiny as he waited.

“Yeah?” You were in the midst of taking a bite when you noticed the change in the room, the serious look in Jongdae’s eyes. “What is it, Dae?” you asked, letting the burrito rest on your plate as you gave him your full attention.

His fingers played at the edges of his plate, lifting it up and down as he thought. “I... I applied for that job. The one as the new writer for The Elyxion.”

“The Elyxion?” you repeated, mouth falling open as the meaning of Jongdae’s words hit you. “Really?!” you gasped out, eyes growing wider as Jongdae’s cheeks took on a pink tinge of pride. “Dae, I’m so proud of you!”

The Elyxion was an online website consisting of articles and forums where aspiring journalists like Jongdae often only dreamed of being able to participate in. To be asked to write a piece for a respected and credible site such as that one was a big honor, and you could already picture Jongdae’s name on one of their pieces. It wasn’t often that they were looking for new, creative writers to join their team, and you were glad that Jongdae had been lucky enough to seize the opportunity. You were sure that his work would fit in perfectly, Jongdae’s love for investigative pieces and bringing light to unsolved questions compatible with the thirst for adventure often found in The Elyxion’s articles.

“Hey, all I did was turn in the application. I still have to wait a week or two for them to send out the results. I was even going to wait until the results came out to tell you that I even applied.” He sighed as he leaned back against one of the legs of your bed. “I just hope I get the job.”

“I know you will,” you reassured him. Setting your plate down, you scooted over so that you were sitting beside Jongdae. “Your writing is beautiful, Dae. Anyone who reads even one piece of yours can tell that you’re really passionate about what you do. Plus, you’ve got the experience from working for the campus newsletter. They’d be dumb not to hire you.”

“Yeah, but it’s my first time applying for a position with a major company. What if they think I’m too young, or something?”

“I’m pretty sure we’ve both seen pieces on there written by people younger than us,” you countered. “And besides, talent doesn’t discriminate by age.”

Jongdae gave a bashful chuckle, shaking his head at your words. “Stop, now you’re embarrassing me.”

“You’ve been writing professionally since we first met, and Baek told me you’ve been writing even since you guys were kids. The talent’s always been with you, Dae.” You playfully bumped his shoulder with your own, stifling a chuckle when he bumped you back in return. “Have some more faith in yourself.”

Jongdae nodded, a sheepish smile on his face as he played mindlessly with the sleeve of his hoodie. “You’re right, thanks. Ever thought of being my own personal cheerleader?”

"Shut up,” you replied, ready to come back with another retort. A sudden yawn cut you off, your hand coming up to cover your mouth as well. “Okay, if I thought I was exhausted before, I am definitely way past that point now.” You stretched your arm out to try and grab your forgotten plate of food, groaning as your fingers barely brushed against it.

Shaking his head, Jongdae got up, picking up your plate along the way before setting them down on your desk. “I’m gonna go use the restroom. You better not fall asleep before I get back,” Jongdae said over his shoulder, already halfway out the door before closing it behind him silently.

“I won’t,” you called out after him. Bringing your legs in closer to your body, you rested your chin on top of your knees as you thought. Jongdae had been right, as he often was about your study habits. As much as you hated to admit it, you really did need this night away from homework and everything study related.

The door opened back up, much more quickly than you would have anticipated. Jongdae’s head popped out, eyes wide in realization. “Hey, do you have an extra toothbrush?”

“Bathroom stuff’s over there,” you pointed at a small basket of toiletries resting on top of your dresser.

“Got it.” Jongdae was in and out before you knew it, leaving you alone once more.

Determined not to slip into your gloomy thoughts from earlier, you got up as well. You wrapped up the leftover food, changed into some comfy pajamas and pulled out an extra blanket. Whenever Jongdae slept over, it was always a battle for control of the blanket while you two slept. Having one blanket for each of you made the whole ordeal of staying warm throughout the night a lot easier.

Your door opened once more with a slight squeak, only to reveal Jongdae, shoulders shaking with stifled laughter.

“What is it?” you asked, Jongdae’s giggles lifting the corners of your lips as well.

“Turns out the whole floor heard us coming in,” he choked out, a hand coming to rest on his stomach as he continued to laugh. “I ran into Kyungsoo in the bathroom, and he told us to stop trying to sneak around. Apparently, we’re horrible at it.”

You let out a groan of disbelief, rolling your eyes as Jongdae continued to laugh. “Why do I even try? You know, we should just hang out at your place more often. At least we wouldn’t have a whole floor of people teasing us.”

“Uh, you forget that I live with Baek and Yixing? They’d tease the hell out of us too, if not more.”

“Yeah, but two guys compared to ten people? I think I’ll take my chances.” You took the basket of toiletries out of Jongdae’s hand, heading out along the way.

Kyungsoo was just stepping out of the restroom, a towel draped over his shoulders as he rubbed at his hair. “I ran into your boyfriend in the restroom,” he told you with a small smirk.

“He’s not my boyfriend, and you’re an ass,” you told him despite the grin already forming on your face.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, Y/N. See you tomorrow.”

It wasn’t that you had never been attracted to Jongdae before. In fact, the first time you had met him, you had thought that he was actually pretty cute. You had been living in a different building on campus during your first year, sharing a room with two other girls. Chanyeol, your next door neighbor, had been in an intense match of MarioKart with some guests, one of them being Jongdae. When their screams and yells had finally been enough to drive you crazy, you had stomped over and knocked on their door as loudly as you could. Every sound in the room was hushed immediately, and Jongdae had been the one to open the door. He later told you that he thought you were the RA, ready to come and admonish them for playing so loudly. Every thought of yelling at Chanyeol and his friends had been wiped from your mind as soon as you laid eyes on Jongdae, and you meekly mumbled out a “Keep the noise down, please,” before retreating back to the safety of your room. Since Chanyeol and Jongdae were close friends, and you and Chanyeol were pretty good friends, it was almost a given that you and Jongdae would become close as well.

But somewhere along the way, you had become self-conscious of your mini-crush on Jongdae. He was kind to everyone, even borderline flirtatious with some. Jongdae was just a big people-person, and everyone who met him fell in love with him. How could you stand a chance? And so, your crush had fizzled down to a small ember, barely alive but still hanging on to a tiny shred of hope.

The light was already out in your room when you came back, the leftovers already gone from your desk and most likely safe in the fridge. Jongdae lay in bed, focused on his phone as the light of his screen shone down on his face. “Hey,” he greeted you, patting the empty side of the bed.

Leaving your toiletries on your desk, you climbed onto the end of your bed, maneuvering around pillows and blankets before laying down beside Jongdae. You snuggled into the depths of your blanket, arms wrapping around a pillow as Jongdae watched you with a fond smile on your face. “You should go to sleep too,” you told him, looking up at him from your cocoon of warmth.

Jongdae set his phone down, copying you and covering himself with his blanket as well. You rolled over, facing away from him as he scooted closer so as not to fall off the bed. Or at least, that’s what you believed.

You lay there, facing the wall as Jongdae lay beside you. In the quiet of your dorm room, it was easy to pick up every hitch in Jongdae’s breathing, every shift of the bed as he rolled over only to be greeted by your back.

“Good night, Y/N. Thanks for always being here for me,” he murmured, the softness of his voice like a soothing lullaby to your ears. The sound of a rustling pillowcase soon followed after, and you could sense Jongdae moving even closer.

Reaching behind, you searched for his hand and pulled it across your waist so you could hold onto it comfortably. “Same goes for me, Dae. Good night.”

When you awoke, you weren’t even sure what day it was, never mind which class you were supposed to be going to. You reached over Jongdae for your phone, plucking it off the nightstand before dropping it onto the bed with a loud gasp.

Jongdae startled awake, eyes shooting open as he struggled to push himself up. “Wh-what is it?” he asked, voice groggy with sleep.

“I’m late!” you exclaimed. “My class just started, oh my fucking god!” You threw your blanket off, not even noticing that it hit Jongdae in the face as you ran to your dresser. Pulling out a quick outfit and taking your morning bathroom essentials, you ran to the restroom with all of your items in hand.

Jongdae fell back onto the bed, running his hands over his face as he tried not to fall back asleep. Maybe he could convince you to skip class just this once, just to get a couple more hours of sleep. He hadn’t gotten far in crafting his plan, however, before you were back, already looking much more awake.

You grabbed his hoodie from where it lay draped over the back of your chair, pulling it on and getting your backpack slung over your shoulder. “You know where all my stuff is, and Kyungsoo will help you with anything you need. See you later, Dae!”

“Have a good day, babe.”

You froze where you stood, already halfway out as his words echoed in your mind. Babe? “Uh, yeah. See you later,” you got out lamely, slamming the door shut behind you.

As you hurried to your first class, you couldn’t help but think that you had been imagining things. Sure, Jongdae was playful with his nicknames: Bookworm, Smarty Pants, Sir-Sleeps-A-Lot, and your least favorite, Short Stuff. But not once had his nicknames ever slipped into something more... intimate?

Maybe it had been a slip of the tongue, something uttered aloud while still influenced by the drowsiness of an early morning. Or maybe Jongdae had truly meant it, had wanted to call you his own. And maybe, just maybe, you wanted him to be yours as well.

Series masterlist: ( 1 ) ( Final )

A/N: i’m also dead-tired at this point, but i really wanted to get at least one part of this up before jongdae’s birthday! the next (and last) part will hopefully be up in a week or two. happy early birthday jongdae, i love you! i hope your birthday is full of fun!

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There’s a first time for everything

Request: “Can I please request a Xiumin Smut scenario, please?? Where it's his girlfriends/reader first time & he wants it to be sweet but intense with really good foreplay?”

"Is that okay?", Minseok asks for maybe the tenth time already as he gently places a hand on your thigh. On the outside you roll your eyes and make a joke about how he doesn't need to treat you with velvet gloves. But actually you are thankful that he is being so careful and patient with you. You had meant to tell him, that this would be your first time. Had meant to bring it up some time long before it would even get this far. Wanted to kind of bring it up casually in a normal conversation. Blurting out I'm a virgin when his shirt was already on the floor was definitely not the way you meant for this to happen.

Luckily for you, Minseok is a very understanding guy and after a short moment of staring at you shocked and confused he picked his shirt back up from the floor and calmly sat down next to you to talk about this.

"So is this like your first serious relationship?", Minseok asks, one hand caressing your thigh casually. The tone of his voice sounds neither mocking nor really surprised anymore. If anything he is curious, interested in you, in the things you haven't told him yet.

"It's not really that", you mutter, keeping your head lowered to avoid having to look into your boyfriend's eyes. "I guess I just never really actively looked for someone, I've had a couple of short-lived romances, but I didn't really click with anyone before meeting you."

Minseok stays quiet for a moment, probably taking in and processing the information you have just given him.

"Do you think that it's weird?", you ask, eyes still fixed on the carpet, the damn carpet that is always fluffy and clean of any crumbs because Minseok vacuum cleans it at least once a day. He is a goddamn neat freak and it's one of the many things you have come to love about him. The way he reassuringly wraps an arm around you now and chuckles is another.

"Not at all, I mean these things are entirely up to you and everything. You could have told me earlier though, I think you should know that I'm not one to judge you because of something like that. In the end I just want you to be comfortable, you know?"

Finally you raise your head again to meet Minseok's eyes. Probably he has been looking at you this whole time. He's smiling. There is so much love in his dark brown eyes. You lean in for a kiss without really thinking about it. Like a magnet, being pulled to his lips by force of nature. One of Minseok's hands still rests on your thigh, the other is wrapped around your shoulders. He uses both of them to first pull you closer and then move you onto his lap while the kiss depends and his tongue pokes against your lips, requesting entrance. You grant his wish eagerly, allowing his hands to roam your body while your two tongues playfully swirl around each other.

When Minseok finally pulls back to give you a moment to breathe he does so with a slight moan that sends a weird sensation down your spine. Suddenly you want to be pulled closer, want to press yourself against him harder. God, maybe even grind against him, it really doesn't matter anymore.

"Can we continue where we left off earlier?", you ask, wondering how your voice is already sounding so weak and desperate. You can sense that Minseok wants to agree right away and that it probably takes him a great deal of self-control to take a step back again.

"Are you sure about this, I don't want you to feel pressured about doing it.""I'm sure", you whisper against his lips, before you lean in for yet another kiss. Minseok is frozen for a moment, but once your tongue hesitantly pokes against his bottom lip he pulls you closer. Your hips grind against his, the kiss becomes sloppier and Minseok's hand make their way under your shirt.

He takes his time with it, constantly checking if you are still okay, if this is still okay. Asking for your permission for every article of clothing that he peels off of you. Always asking if you are enjoying this. By the time all of your clothes are on the floor, in a neat stack because Minseok just can't rip them off and throw them on the floor, you are almost shaking with excitement. A small voice in the back of your mind that is beginning to get louder you is urging you to beg fro Minseok to just take you already. But your concerns are still louder. So you appreciate it a lot that Minseok is still taking his time. Fingers roaming every part of your body carefully. His hands are slowly inching closer to your centre, currently, they are slowly caressing along the inside of your thighs. Your legs are shaking beyond your control, every little touch makes you shiver. Minseok's hands stop just before your panty line. Well or rather where it would be if you were still wearing your underwear. You whimper slightly at the agonizing interruption of Minseok's movements and he chuckles from where he's hovering above you, looking down with a smile.

"That's probably an awkward thing to ask, but I want to know, um, how you usually... um, how you... pleasure yourself? Like, I want to know what feels good for you. Making your first time enjoyable for you is my main priority here."

"Oh", you take a moment to think about it, because actually, you do not know. Not really. You masturbate, yes, sometimes. But it's not that there is a specific spot you could point out to him. A soft spot that he just needs to kiss just right for you to explode. Maybe you don't have something like that. Maybe there is something wrong with you. Oh God, what if-

"Are you okay, darling? Want me to stop?", Minseok asks in a concerned voice, hands about to pull back. You quickly grab his wrists and shake your head.

"No it's fine, I'm fine. I just... I don't know. So I guess we'll have to figure this out together." Even you are confused at the sudden confidence in your voice. Minseok takes yet another moment for understanding what you just asked of him, then he nods, finally letting his hands move up that last bit of distance.

"Okay, just give me some feedback, like tell me what feels good and what doesn't", he says and then without further warning, his fingers finally move to where you want them. Minseok moves hesitantly but still with a certain determination, his fingers seem to know the way even though he is just guessing. Rubbing and circling your clit carefully, always waiting for your response which comes mostly in the form of small moans and whimpers. When two of his fingers finally slide into you, you already feel dripping wet, in a way that you have never been able to get yourself wet. You feel Minseok's fingers curl inside of you, gently pressing against your insides and your body kind of jolts at the touch.

"Are you okay?", Minseok asks, fingers pulling out of you. You nod, eagerly, wanting his fingers back inside of you, wanting more of that touch.

"More than okay", you say, voice already sounding so breathy, as if you just ran a goddamn marathon. Your heart is probably beating just as fast. Minseok smirks, fingers teasingly pushing at your entrance until you almost beg him to push them inside with a pleading whimper. Minseok takes a moment to explore your insides, curling his fingers and pushing them against you, trying to figure out what spot gets the loudest moans to spill from your lips. When he finally pulls back you already feel somewhat dazed, so the next thing he does feels even more surreal. Minseok puts his fingers in his mouth and licks them clean, a content hum coming from his lips as he pulls them out again.

"You taste amazing, I'd love to just taste you and make you feel good that way, but maybe we'll save that for another time." You watch with your head slightly spinning from arousal and excitement as Minseok reaches over you and for a drawer next to his bed, where he pulls out what you identify as a condom wrapper. He opens it and puts the condom on himself, luckily, you wouldn't trust your hands to do it right now, even though you clearly remember the silly practising on a banana your teacher made you do some time back in ninth grade. Or was it tenth? Well, it really doesn't matter anymore right now. Minseok is on his knees, between your spread legs, looking at you like you are the most fragile, yet beautiful creature in the whole wide world. And still, he is taking his time, hesitantly, waiting for you to give him a sign probably.

"Would you like to ride me?", he asks suddenly. Your surprise is probably written on your face because Minseok immediately begins struggling for words. "You know, so you can find your own pace and everything. This is all about you, darling. I just want to be sure that you are enjoying this. That things are happening at your pace. I just really want your first time to be enjoyable. Might be an unrealistic expectation, but I want you to really enjoy this."

"Let's try it", you interrupt, before Minseok gets a chance to make this even more awkward. He smiles before he leans down with a kiss, grabbing you and, while he turns over to lie on his back, pulling you on top of him. You take a moment to find your position, awkwardly sitting on your knees, using your hands for support as you lower yourself down on your boyfriend's erection. The moment he enters you makes your breath hitch for a second. You expected there to be more pain, some kind of ripping apart or whatever. But there is just a slight discomfort as you get used to the new feeling. Minseok's hands are on your hips now, helping you steady yourself as you slowly move up and then down again. It's less uncomfortable and with every new up and down, discomfort begins turning into pleasure more and more. Minseok's thumbs are drawing circles on your hips, while he's whispering compliments about how amazing you look and how good you feel. You can not really make out the words but they stir something inside of you, mixing together with the new found sensation of riding him, melting into a feeling of intense connection. You have never felt this close to another person before. And probably it's more that intense feeling than the actual stimulation that drives you closer to the edge as you begin finding a pace that feels just right.

Something inside of you starts building up, like a glass filled with water that is about to overflow. Very hot water that is boiling inside of you. You reach your climax with a small scream and if it wouldn't be for Minseok's hands still gripping into your side you would probably collapse right away. Instead, he helps you riding out the wave of pleasure before he finally allows you to fall down onto him. He kisses your neck, whispering something into your ear that you can't quite understand while he continues slowly thrusting into you. And you feel so sensitive that even those slow, sensual moves make you whimper and squirm and clench around him. It doesn't take long for Minseok to come inside of you. You feel when he does, feel how his whole body seems to tense up for a second when he gives you one last thrust that feels more intense than the ones that came before it. And you feel him relax afterwards. Wrapping his arms around you softly, pressing both of your sweaty bodies together.

"How was it?", he half whispers half breathes into your ear, it tickles and you flinch a little, moving your head up so that you are looking down on him. You smile. He smiles back, hazy and a little silly.

"Amazing."

#exo #exo smut #exo scenario #exo imagine #xiumin #kim minseok #exo x reader #idol x reader #reader insert #xiumin x reader #minseok x reader #requested

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19 Parents Who Negotiated With Their Kids and Lost

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19 Parents Who Negotiated With Their Kids and Lost

In a recent Reddit post, “Never gamble what you aren’t willing to lose,” parents shared the deals they’ve made with their kids in desperate yet mostly failed attempts to keep some small semblance of their sanity. Call it what you want; bargaining, negotiating, bribery or just flat out lie to yourself and call it a “reward system,” but at the end of the day, one fact remains. A deal is a deal and you better deliver.

I myself have been known to offer a serving or two of rainbow sherbet ice cream (*cough*) before noon, in attempts to appease certain challenging and disgruntled customers, ages 2 and 4.

We’re not perfect. We’re desperate, tired, and there’s an 85% chance that we are in need of a shower. We do what we gotta do. Don’t judge us. OR actually, go ahead. But perhaps a scoop of sherbet would temporarily quiet your criticisms? Hmm?

Take comfort in these deals that parents made with their kids, and know that you are not alone in your daily parenting bribery tactics nor are you the only parent who totally sucks at the fine art of negotiation.

Just today I negotiated a deal with my four-year-old. Nothing fancy, just a good old-fashioned bribe to get him the hell out of my car. The terms were simple enough. If he went to preschool, then we would stop by grandma’s house afterward.

Why did I do such a thing? Well, like I said, he’s four, you see, and his tiny knees have yet to be worn down from carrying the heavy burdens of life. When in the car, the tiny evil genius extends his legs and presses his feet against the back of my driver’s seat in protest, locking his small yet sturdy knees like the jaws of life.

After this tired, desperate, and disheveled mom had tried everything short of a public-middle-of-the-street-mother-son-wrestling-match, I caved. Of course, he insisted on a brief verbal confirmation from grandma via FaceTime before agreeing to the terms.

I wiped the sweat from my brow and my son’s tiny locked knees instantaneously released and off he went with a taunting skip in his step.

What can I say? I’m just a mom, standing in front of a little boy, begging him to go away so she can be alone for four glorious hours. Is that too much to ask?

Apparently, I’m also a mom who is going to have to take my son to visit grandma every day after school for the foreseeable future.

“Never gamble what you aren’t willing to lose.”

I know it’s tempting but you shouldn’t offer your kids sweet things to complete tasks.

The little monster immediately cleaned his room and I had to share my cake with him.

–u/Drunk_monk37

Parents, be prepared to pay the piper.

Ya I bribed my toddler with “candy” (fruit snacks) to take her antibiotics, and for dayyyyyys after she was done with the meds, she’d come up to me and say “mecine?”

I asked her if she had an owie and she says “no, candy” HAHA

– oh_ya_you_betcha

Whatever it takes.

I’m potty training my kid with Hershey kisses. DONT JUDGE ME, he’s my fourth and he’s three and I’m done with fuc*ing diapers already.

–RawketLeeg

NO judgment here. I hear you. I feel your pain. Just get through the day mama, one Hershey’s Kiss at a time.

We’re all in this together.

Man, I’m using lollipops. I am just done with poop everywhere. Haha, good luck mama.

–RawketLeeg

This next mama really set herself up with this potty training bribe…

This mom’s potty training deal with her toddler ended up having some unexpected implications…

My kid was fine with potty except for poop… so we started giving him the occasional Hot Wheel when he would poop in the toilet…

Months later, we still get: Mommy, look at my poop! It’s big so I get a big car!

–PaperclipGirl

This mom seems to have found a deal that she can stick with.

Potty training my 2-year-old at the moment, thank f*ck she loves stickers.

–AvatarIII

And every once in awhile, everyone wins.

By the time we got to the last one, we taped a bunch of random candy and dollar store toys to the bathroom wall. If he pooped in the potty he could choose his prize.

My prize was never buying or changing another diaper and I was more than willing to bribe my way across the finish line.

–twinkie45

Never forget who you’re dealing with.

I used to do the deal thing too. Then one day my 4-year-old pulls this out:

“Well daddy, I took your deal and I changed it. I will not clean up the markers and still get a cookie. That’s the new deal.”

Ok, Darth Vader.

–boxidea

Moms can have their cake and clean it up, too.

My best friend’s nearly 4-year-old was eating [cake] and getting crumbs all over the floor which had just been cleaned.

“Kathryn, please help mommy clean up all these crumbs.” “No.” “Ok, Kathryn, you can either help mommy or go to time out.”

Wheels obviously turning in Kathryn’s head. “Ok, I’ll go to time out!”

She happily skipped over to the time out area and my BFF cleaned up crumbs…at least she didn’t have to share cake!

–zoyaheaven

This kid could be the next host of “Let’s Make a Deal.”

Kids learn so quickly, in some cases… too quickly.

I used to always say, “I’ll make you a deal,” to my son and then go on to say if you do this, you can have this.

Then my son started saying that to me when I would ask him to do something. “Buddy please clean up your room.”

“Okay, mama, I’ll make you a deal…” I had to clear up who is the dealmaker real quick….and I also stopped doing that. 😀

–PotatoKingMom

Twenty-year commitment for a 20-minute chore? This mom really got the short end of the stick with this deal.

Made this mistake recently. We were thinking about getting a new kitten. Found one about 45 minutes away. Told my 11 yr old daughter that if she cleaned her room in 30 minutes, we’d go look at and possibly get the kitten.

She had to fold all of her clothes and put them away, as well, because she’d just rearranged her furniture. I thought she’d never be able to do it.

Well, she did. Room looked great. Went to look at the kitten. Adopted him. He had an upper respiratory infection that we didn’t know about until a few days after when it started showing symptoms.

We made the mistake of introducing him to our other cats a couple of days after adopting. $500 in vet bills later, her room is messy again.

–The_Wicked_Ginja

We wonder who in the world changes the litter box every time? Actually no. We don’t. It’s mom. Apparently, some parents must learn the hard way.

This next kid is smart. And slightly scary.

My nephew, when he was in daycare would hit another child at cleanup time so he would go on timeout and not have to clean.

–Jesus_marley

Clever girl. Violent… but clever, nonetheless.

My own kid would do the same when she didn’t want to be at school that day. She knew that if she hit someone they would call for us to come to get her.

We had to sit down with the staff and explain that they were rewarding her for her behavior. After they stopped sending her home, she stopped hitting.

–Jesus_marley

This mom called her kid’s bluff and straight shut him down.

Mine did this, except making himself throw up, rather than hitting.

Once I made a rule that if he was too sick to be at school, he was too sick for Xbox, tablet, or computer, he stopped.

-firead

This next mom didn’t have to work quite so hard to get her kid to behave…

And just when you least expect it, they’ll surprise you.

So the other day my kid was playing with the tablet and begged me to let him continue playing when I went to take it away.

I said “Ok, you can play, but no ice cream later” knowing full well he wouldn’t give up ice cream.

“OK, fine.”

“Well, shit.” I thought to myself “there is no way when we go to get ice cream later that he isn’t going to go into full meltdown because he can’t have any. I really screwed myself here.”

So we get ice cream later and, lo and behold, not only does he not have a melt-down, he doesn’t even ask for any. He just sits there content, totally happy with the deal we made.

–EatATaco

Apparently, negotiating with children can be risky business. And not like young Tom Cruise in whitey-tighties ‘Risky Business.’ But like ‘anarcho-capitalistic’ risky business.

Yeah, I can imagine that once kids are smart enough to do some cost-benefit analysis, the “deals” start to backfire.

I’ve heard similar stories when parents try to put a dollar or reward value on individual chores.

It will sometimes evolve into an anarcho-capitalist free market in their home, where the kids see everything as an opportunity to haggle or refuse chores because they don’t need any money right now.

–feistypenguin

Bargain all you want but there ain’t no way around it.

Also never promise kids stuff to get them to go to sleep because they’ll wake up extra early and call in that debt of yours.

–turtlewars

A deal is a deal.

When I was just about to turn 11 my friend’s cat was pregnant with kittens. I ask my dad if I can have a kitten and he says, full of sarcasm and smug disbelief that it’d actually happen “Yeah, if they’re born on your birthday.”

Birthday arrives and my friend calls screaming “They’re being born! It’s your birthday! Omg!”

My dad didn’t believe me until he called the parents to confirm they were indeed born that day. I got a kitten.

–OstentatiousSock

So, what have we learned?

Whether it’s a Hershey’s kiss or an expensive cat, one fact remains; ultimately, we will pay. We will always pay. We’re parents. It’s a part of the deal. Also, never, I repeat, never resort to pet bribery. Ever. Not even highly unlikely, hypothetical negotiations.

Have you ever made a deal with the devil, ahem, excuse me, I mean, your child? How’d that work out for ya?!

Share this with someone you know who’s paid the price of negotiating with their kiddo!