#but yeah - today's writing session was fun! :D

[kyuponstories]

So I finally started the rough draft of OCB ep 1 again! :D It's already smoother and farther than I got the first time. Even thought of a couple headcanons (is it weird to have those for an OG wip? lol) that'll make the story pop out a bit. Like Akachi's grandfather speaking through sign language due to being hard of hearing, and then Akachi having a crush on Kiki. It'll make one of his goofy choices in a future episode make a lot more sense later lol.

[obsessivevoidkitten]

I'm sorry for dumping all this to you, you can not read it, this is not a question but Arrin has been my Roman Empire since Christmas. This is my first time writing just for the sake of it (much less NSFW) so yeah... (you can ignore this)

Ok, so imagine that one day, Darling is feeling really fucking horny. I am not talking about "Arrin's pheromones strikes again", "Usual Needy Darling", or even "Somehow A/B/O exists in this era and Darling got all the omega-ness". I'm talking talking H O R M Y. So you decide to also test out your beloved mate's stamina and see if you can outlast him in bed

It wasn't that bad at the beginning of the day. Arrin wakes up first. Cuddles your sleeping form. Spoons you or if he still has his cock inside you (you were bouncing on him last night and you just slept on top of him), maybe grind into you slowly (soft enough to not wake you up), maybe a kiss or two or ten on the face. When you wake up, one of you cooks breakfast (if you guys won't do some morning fun times before that), and you guys feed each other (mostly him feeding you). Maybe a cuddle before you both leave for the day

At first, you were just nuzzling into him. You cling his arm or torso whenever he's not doing anything and when you guys get some down time, you sit on his lap, nuzzling you face into the crook of his neck while he wraps his arms around you. By the afternoon, you're sucking him off and nibbling his neck. He is now grinding into you but you, for some reason, won't let him get you off. Your clinginess and horny levels are skyrocketing (due to the lack of release), by the end of the day and when you guys are at home, you pounce onto him. Kissing him and begging him to please BREED YOU. You guys go at it for R O U N D S. Arrin is a bit surprised at how eager you are today. You guys always want each other but this is different somehow. After 10+ rounds of you guys cumming, you are still very needy and are now on top of him after doing so many positions. Your stomach now bulging at little bit due to the amount of cum in you that there are puddles on the bed and other areas of the bedroom. Arrin is beginning to be a little bit tired and you are beginning to get overstimulated in a slightly painful way but you still want more.

Despite loving the fucked out expressions on your face and how your chubby tummy bulges due to his cum making you look pregnant (does wonders to his breeding kink fr fr ngl), he is starting to get worried for you but couldn't do anything due to how much you've been pawing at him, whimpering to not stop, begging him to kiss you and mark you, staring at him with that needy doe eyes and how even though you are now laying on his chest on top of him, you are still bouncing on him like his purpose in life is to breed you (maybe it is)

You cum on him for the nth time, your needy dripping hole also milking his cock, filling you up with once again with his cum. You ride out your orgasm which, combined with the feeling of his fresh warm cum inside of you, just makes you cum again on top of him on top of the previous orgasm. Pleasure blinding you that you pass out from it all.

Arrin waits for a minute to collect himself and to check on you (seeing as you sometimes pass out for 30 seconds or go to sleep immediately after your sessions). It's been 3 minutes, he's been tapping your face and you're still limp and not waking up. So he decides to just go to sleep and maybe you'll be fi--

10 minutes later, an entire floor of the local hospital has been destroyed due to the Chief's rampage and was only stopped when you woke up

After all that mess is over, he did not touch you in a sexual way nor did he grant his darling mate's wish for breeding in fear of the same incident happening again. He turned into a fucking celibate monk that was somehow not swayed by his sexy mate's pleas and whines, not even when they're nuzzling into him and pawing at him and giving him that puppy dog eyes. You're the Beggiest Beggar in All of Begdom and he's still not budging. After all, being Chief requires strong will and sacrifice for the greater good and you, my dear, are the greatest good he's ever had and he's not gonna lose you

Well maybe it wouldn't hurt to do it, if that means you're going to stop giving him that sad teary face

You're getting only three rounds and a full body massage though ... You still need to rest

Sorry for that, I just really wanted to write a joke about Darling Reader fainting due to excessive cumming with the very very slightest touch of Cum Overdose and Arrin running to and destroying the hospital in worry... also I want feral Arrin, it can be very hot for a mostly chill and sane man plus or minus a little bit of kidnapping and neck snapping to go feral once in a while especially for our sake

The fact that someone wrote a whole fanfic about my work is extremely flattering.

Also if anyone else wants to write something like this, everyone is free to use my OCs and post their work as long as they note that it's fanfiction and link to the original fic or to my blog.

[colesluvr]

REQ: Heyy :]I don't know if you still accept requests, but maybe could you write a GN!reader × Lloyd? Like Lloyd had been busy lately and it's the readers birthday but he forgets? I leave your imagination the rest of it, but please let it end in Fluff cause one more Lloyd angst oneshot from ANYTHING and i will break LMAOOO

Birthday Surpise: Lloyd Garmadon x GN Reader

HII TYSM FOR THIS REQUEST, THIS WAS ACTUALLY RLY FUN TO WRITE! I HOPE YALL ENJOY <3

TO ALL MY OTHER ANONS WHO REQ'D: i have not forgotten about the rest of you, yall are coming up next 🫶

keys:

B/D : birthday day (monday, tuesday, wednesday, thursday, friday, saturday, sunday)

"Lloyd?" You called out to yourboyfriend who was training out by the courtyard. He seemed foucsed because he never noticed your presence. He aims the tip of his sword to the neck of the dummy he was currently training with. 

You stood on the side of the courtyard, slowly moving around to face Lloyd from a distance. 

"Lloyd?" You once again called, and this time your eyes caught a glimpse of a energy blast zoom it's way toward you. You reflexed fast and dodged it, the blast hitting the wall leaving a burnt mark. 

"Y/N?"

Lloyd called out, running up to you as you stood up, rubbing your arm. "Are you crazy?" 

"Sorry," Lloyd awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, "I-I didn't think anyone would be up this hour." He was right. The time was 7am. Everyone else is probably still asleep, or awake up in their rooms doing whatever. 

"Sure, but you could've done much worse then make a burnt mark on the wall." 

Lloyd aplogized once again, checked for wounds, and went back to the middle of the courtyard to countine training.

"Lloyd?"

"Hm?" He replied, landing a hit on the dummy.

"Well," You began, "I was thinking about something."

He nod, telling you keep talking. You stepped down on the rocky path and made your way toward him as you spoke, "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out with me today! Y'know, because it's nice and early and your already awake?" 

Lloyd paused to look at you, "I'm sure, but not for long. I've been sloopy durning training sessions with the others. Trying to get better, but I'm sure we can get an hour in together. 

"Just one hour?"

Will that be enough time? 

"I mean, yeah, why not. I'm sorry babe,but I really gotta focus today." 

You took a miunte to think, "Lloyd, do you know what today is?" 

Lloyd slammed the dummy to the floor, it bouncing back up in less then 2 seconds and paused to think, "Uhm. B/D?" 

You waited to see if he'll continue, but he didn't.

"Yes, but what's special about this day?"

"Y/N, what are you talking about? It's a normal B/D. Look, I'm pretty busy right now, how about we plan tomorrow? I'll take you to your favorite-"

"Forget it." You waved off the ninja, making you way back inside in the Monestary. Lloyd raised an eyebrow, but shugged off your sudden outburts.

_

Inside the Monestary, you felt tears begin to build up in your eyes. How could he forget your birthday? Is is Ninja business more importabnt then you?  You walked down the hall, trying to cover our mouth to prevent you from sobbing out loud. 

Why are you even crying? Its not our fault he forgot, he should be the one feeling your pain. 

Sudden;y, you bumped into a figue the walked out of a room. In a panic you wiped your eyes as you made eye contact with the person.

"Zane." You chuckled, "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention." 

"It's quite alright, Y/N. What are you doing up so early?" Zane asked, looking at you. He noticed your eyelids were red but didn't say anything about it until you replied to his question. 

"Oh, I-I just said hi to Lloyd, I-I'm heading back to my room."

Before he could say anythin you push by him but pause, "Zane, do you know what today is?" 

"Well, of course I do. Happy birthday, Y/N."

You smiled softly, thanking him and returning to your room. He watched as you entered your rooom beside Nya's and Kai's. 

_

It was now later in the morning, around 9AM. Lloyd came back from outside and he was done training for a couple of hours. At least 1 or 2 he told himself.

As he entered the kitchen, he ran into Zane who was finishing up breakfast. "Good morning, Lloyd. Have you finished training?" 

Lloyd smieles as he sits at the table, "Yeah. I am." Lloyd soon looked around the room. With the corner of his eye he spots ballons and banners in a supply closet. He tilted his head to the side, "We still have these? I thought we put them away after Nya's birthday last month?" He said as he took a sip of water that Zane placed down for him. 

"Well, we did put them away, but I took them back out for Y/N's birthday today-" 

The sound of Lloyd spitting water out of his mouth caused Zane to jump slighty, obviously not expecting it. "WHAT?" He basically shouted, wiping his chin. "It's for Y/N's birthday today, I asked Cole to assit me in putting up the banners and Nya and Jay offered to get them presents from all of us. Kai will be in charge blowing up balloons."

Zane spoke, looking over to Lloyd to see panic all over his face. "Lloyd," he started slowly, placing down his cloth and cup he was drying, "You do remember it's Y/N's birthday? Correct?" 

Lloyd stared at the table in thought. What the fuck? he asked himseld over and over, How the hell could I forget my own partners birthday?!

"I mean- I-I was distracted by all my ninja training, I-I didn't think-"

Zane gave a sworrowful look as he shook his head. Lloyd grumbled as he slammed his head to the table. 

_

"Oh. Sorry Y/N, I didn;t know you were-" Cole had accdeintly walked in on you in the bathroom, and as he was aplogizing you were quick to move from the mirror nad wipe your eyes. You and him made eye contact and as you prayed he's close the door, he instead opened it slowly, noticing your puffy eyes.

"Y/N? Are you okay? Are you crying? 

You shook your head fast, too fast, causing your head to hurt and tears to spill more. "N-No." Your voice cracked as you wiped the tears from your eyes.

Cole didn't know what to do, not until you choked out his name and the tears were more visiable. "Cole..." He immediatly wrapped his arms around you as you cried into his shoulder. 

"Oh god, ssh. ssh. It's alright, hey, hey, hey!" He smiles as he sups your ace togethet to get a better look at your face. Your tear stained face caused a frown to form on his face, "Awh, Y/N." He hugged you once and rubbed your back in comfort.

"How-How could he forget?" You spoke. 

You and Cole have moved into the hall and back into your room. He got you issues, your stuffed animal, your blanket, anything to make you feel more safe and happy. He rubbed your shoulder as he sat beside you, 

"Who forgot?"

"Lloyd!" Your voice squeaked as you coughed out a cry. "How-How could he forget my birthd-day?" You squezzed your stuffed animal as Cole paused to think.

Suddenly, he started to chuckle and you snapped your head at him, More tears started to form, and Cole quickly noticed. "Omg, Y/N." Cole handed you a tissue, but still wiped your tears for you. "I thought you meant he forgot something like an aniverrsity, or a graduation."

You cocked your eyebrow at Cole, "Y/N. A lot of people forget birthdays! I do sometimes. Lemme'tell you, when I forgot Jay's birthday he was crying his eyes out. I felt bad, but he didn't take any offence of it."

"But- BUT YOU AND JAY WEREN'T DATING!"

"True, but he forgave me because it was only a one time thing. Tell me, when was the last time Lloyd ever  forgot your birthday. Or Kai's birthday? Or even Darreths?!" You looked at him as you were deep in thought.

He was right. 

Lloyd never forgot your birthday and even if he would, he would ask someone, no? 

You shrugged your shoulders, rubbing the arm of your stuffed toy. Cole smiled, "See. Now, don't let one person who forgot your birthday ruin your entire day. Hae fun, you only turn (A/N) once!" He joked, shaking your arm to egt you to laugh, which much to your liking, did.

"You only turn any age once, dummy." 

You and Cole laugh, not hearing the sudden door knock until the door creaked open. You both snap your heads to find Lloyd peeking his head in. Your stomach dropped for a minute, but you remained calm. 

"Uh, Y/N. Could I talk to you?"

Cole looked back at you and smiled, you look back at him and slowly smiled back as he stood up after rubbing the top of your hair. He walked by Lloyd anc gave him a pat on the shoulder and a smile. 

You placed your legs on your bed to sit criss cross on the mattress. As you didn, Lloyd entered with his hands behind his back.  He sat where Cole was perviously before he left. 

"Y/N. I-I just wanted to say, I'm sorry. I forgot your birthday and that was a dumb move of me. I'm your boyfriend, and I've already forgotten your birthday, I felt so bad when I remembered. This morning, when you asked me if we wanted to hang out, I was a jerk and set you off for tomorrow. So-So I want to make it up to you, if you'd let me." 

You saw him reach into a bag he placed on the bed as he sat down, he took out a small box and handed it to you. You look at him, you could tell he was on edge. So you took the box, taking a moment to open it and when it did you were met with pieces of papers. You took one out and read it."

"Coupon #7 : Movie Night." 

You look up at him confused, "I-I don't have any money on me, so I decided t go old-school and make you something, Basically, I made you (A/N) coupons, cause that's how old you are now, and which ever one you pick every hour we will do." 

He took the paper from you, "Example, You got Coupon #7" Movie Night. Meaning tonight we'll watch a moive, you're pick but I do have those rented movies we got at Doomsday."

You paused, "I know. I know, It's not the best present, but I felt really bad that I forgot your birthday and I wish you could for-" Before you could let Lloyd finish, you jumped into his arms, tossing him backwards on the bed.

His back hits your blanket and you laid on top of him. 

You laughed into his shoulder before showing him your smile with small tears in your eyes. "Thank you." You squeaked, hugging him again, "Thank you, thank you, thank you, thank you. Your the best, I love you so much, Thank you, this was such a cute idea!" 

Lloyd.EXE has stopped working. 

"You're-you're not mad, or-or upset."

"Of course I was, but I realized it's you." You kissed his cheek, "I know you wouldn't forget my birthday because I know you'll remember sooner or later." 

Lloyd's lips formed into a smile as you kissed his lips and pulled away. You took the box and closed it, shaking it. 

"Now, what will the amazing Lloyd Garmadon do with the awesome Y/N L/N today!" 

[salty-croissants]

Hi again, It's me Spark

I got Another requests for you. I think it would be cool if we get a headcanon about training with bullfrog. It would be pretty cool :D

(Thanks again, And Take care of yourself sometime :))

Thank you for the request !

I really , really like this concept , I had so much fun writing for it :D 

Hope it turned out okay !  Imma fall asleep now :,]

Details : use of gender neutral reader ; 

established relationship ; 

no warnings needed 

Okay , we should probably start by saying that Bullfrog is excellent at motivating you when you’re exercising together , which shouldn’t be a surprise considering how much of an encouraging sweetheart he normally is … 

< That’s it my dear , you’re doing great ! > 

< Just one more , you can do it … ! > 

Though he definitely makes sure to respect your limits , cause if there’s one thing that this frog doesn’t want is for you to hurt yourself while trying to please him . 

Bullfrog definitely gets quite serious when teaching you something combat-related … however , the two of you inevitably end up getting playful with it while training .

< Ohh … playing dirty , are we mon amour ? 

Then I suppose you won’t mind it if I … > 

< Ahh - nooo , that tickles ! ~ > 

< Heh , feel like giving up yet ? >

< Neverr !! > 

Your smile and the sound of your laughter manage to successfully distract him , at least for a few minutes … 

Can you blame him ? How is he supposed to resist you when you’re being so cute all the time ? 

Bullfrog is able of immediately knowing when you’re starting to feel a bit too tired , and he will instantly stop what you’re doing and quickly walk away to get you something fresh to drink .  < Here , now let’s just sit for a bit . Take a deep breath … >

< I’m sorry Bullfrog … I didn’t mean to interrupt our session … >

< Non , please don’t apologize about that y/n : you’ve already done so much today , and I don’t want you to be too tired later …

I did promise you some cuddles after all , n'est-ce pas vrai ? ~ >

Your health is of first priority for your boyfriend , and he always makes sure that you don’t overdo it … it’s the most important thing for him .

Since he loves to cherish your every victory , no matter how small , you can imagine how proud of you Bullfrog is whenever you manage to best him in a fight when you train …

He adores to see you succeed , he knows you deserve it and it makes him very happy to see your hard work pay off . 

< Très bon travail , mon chou … You did well ! > 

< *pant* … you really think so , love … ? > 

< Absolutely ! You should be proud of yourself y/n , you’ve come so far from the first time we tried this … 

Now come , you deserve a nice break . > 

< Yeah , a break does sound nice … > 

[vidavalor]

So I'm on a bit of a roll from just having finished some writing (probably post in the next day or two), so have some random thoughts!

Legit can't remember whether or not your linguistic analysis of Bildad the Shuhite touched on 'cobbler' as Cockney rhyming slang for either testicles (as in 'kick in the...') or nonsense (as in 'load of old cobblers') -- the latter meaning especially feels kind of appropriate!

What kind of 'madeleine memories' might an amnesiac Aziraphale get from a roast beef sandwich???

Do you think actual madeleines are likely to appear on screen in some capacity in S3?

Tiramisu has coffee, chocolate and alcohol, and thus feels like a VERY Ineffable-Husbands-speak dessert :D

Was poking around the Royal Albert Hall website for research purposes and found this: https://www.royalalberthall.com/tickets/tours-and-exhibitions/afternoon-tea/ Not quite as hyper-fancy as the Ritz, perhaps, but lots of little bits of Ineffable-speak meaningfulness in the food as well as being potentially a lovely little engagement celebration date???

Ehehehe

Hi, luv. Looking forward to reading your new writing! So many goodies to ponder here! 😍I actually have some madeleines today. And good coffee. It's raining here and ah, this is all a heavenly combination. 😊 Throwing this under a cut because your mention of tiramisu led me to write about two, related words in Ineffable Husbands Speak that I've noticed repeated: might and found...

We'll do the sea ties to insinuate while we're at it... 🐟

1- Cobbler: I need to do a whole thing on cobbler actually and will add & credit the findings you shared to you. I mainly just wanted to quickly make a post about how cobbler connects to sherry but there's actually a whole web of overlapping words they're using. It also ties to the root kob-- which quite literally means "good omens." 😊 I'll put a longer post on cobbler on the list.

2- Roast beef sandwich madeleine memories?:

*Bildad voice* You tell me... 😉

3- Madeleines on screen in S3?: I'm not expecting it but it would be fun. Would actually also go with the theme of the literal-and-the-figurative, especially with the food, so I guess it might actually be more likely than some other things. I mainly just want Aziraphale to eat something because he had a sherry and a couple of sips of tea in the present in S2 and that's why everything went sideways, really. That angel needs a sandwich in the worst way and in both ways that you can read that sentence.

4- Tiramisu: Yes. It actually also has one of my favorite meanings for any food, as it means a "pick-me-up" in Italian, which is very cute, no? It is very Ineffable Husbands-y for the reasons you mentioned and now you've got me going on about a word that we haven't heard them say lol but I can connect it to two words that they have said, so...

Tiramisu (originally from "tireme su") is thought to have been invented by the owner of a brothel in Treviso sometime around 1800. This innovative Mrs. Sandwich would offer it to clients as an aphrodisiac or as an after-treat and it was basically considered the Viagra of the 1800s in Italy. Coffee, alcohol, chocolate, as you pointed out... food + seamstressing = no way this isn't an Ineffable Husbands Speak thing.

It is perishable, as we know, and it was invented in a time before mainstream refrigeration so it originally wasn't as available outside of bigger cities, which is why it was often offered at the end of a client session as well, before the clients were sent home-- yeah, medicinal tiramisu was a thing. 😲 The actual origins of the dessert apparently weren't really discussed publicly until sometime around the 1980s as, once it became easier to keep things chilled, generations of Italian ladies were making tiramisu constantly and it got a bit awkward to acknowledge that all these adorable old nonnas for generations were passing down how to make this sexy dessert that was created in the first place by a lady bordello owner for, um, reasons...

But tiramisu would, by The Ineffable Husbands' wordplay rules, mix the origins and meanings of the word with its phonetic soundings in English and, as we've seen, French... so, it would also be spoken as: "tier a me sous."

A tier is an arrangement of things in an order and, also, in keeping with our amusing seamstressing origins of the dessert, rows of overlapping trim on a dress. Sous (the last s is silent) means under and/or below in French. In that way, expressing a desire for some tiramisu is expressing a desire for a tier in which you are sous your partner.

[Sidebar but this is reminding me that the sous vide style of cooking translates literally from French as "under/below the vacuum" and... I feel like Crowley does not have the willpower to have never not connected this to Mr. Brown of Brown's World of Carpets in some way 😂... *doesn't look up from his book* "Oh, the Whickber Street Monthly Whatzit's getting takeaway? Gonna get the sous vide chicken this time, angel?"]

Tiramisu means a "pick me up"-- a mood-booster-- but "pick me up" is also obviously both tongue-in-cheek expression of wanting to be seduced and a request to be quite literally picked up, as in lifted off the floor... which is how you know that tiramisu is likely a dessert that Crowley thinks is the tops.

Since we're taking apart a word not in the series, I'll give you two others that tie to it that on their little vocab list: might and found.

There are at least two scenes that I've noticed so far where one of them is using the word might as innuendo in reference to Aziraphale. Might falls into the category of words like wily, thwart, smitten, etc..-- words that are amusing in how they have wildly different, often contradicting, definitions, and where at least one definition is a bit suggestive, allowing them to use it around angels or demons or in public with one definition on the surface and the flirtier one underneath.

On the one hand, might is the past tense of may and involves gentle suggestions or polite requests asking permission. On the other hand, the word might also has a real oomph when used in its other definition, which is to express the strength and power of a nation, a natural force, or a person.

It's basically Aziraphale in a word-- unfailingly polite and gentle on one level and full of raw strength on another.

The other word is found, which can be, uh, found lol, in the Crowley-penned Aziraphale entry in 'Demon's Guide to Angelic Beings...'. The sentence is actually constructed around the inclusion of 'found' and what makes that extra-amusing is that it suggests Crowley was eager to get the word in there, likely because of its nautical definition.

In seafaring terms, for a ship to be described as found is a very positive thing and, to be defined as such, it must meet both of two requirements:

The ship must be both well-equipped (*cough*) and, equally important, fully stocked.

A person who is stocked or stocky is, as we know, one who is broader, more shoulders and chest than height, and of a fuller and thicker build in thighs and arms. Someone like Aziraphale, who is physically strong and brawny and who would not have much difficulty picking up what would be being thrown down if Crowley were to order a tiramisu for dessert, if ya get mah drift...

Insinuate: To subtly introduce slowly into hearts and minds; to maneuver someone or something into a desired position; to thrust in, push in, or wind one's way into; to introduce with torturous slowness; and, of course, the best one: to hint at obliquely (ha!)

The sinu part of the word comes from sinus, a word that I've *achoo* been cursing all damn week because the gorgeous trees and plants are trying to kill me but which is Latin for all sorts of things a lot more pleasant than 'the part of the head that is often pounding during Spring.'

English-language writers of the dreamy sort-- the poets who call rainstorms "tempests", like a certain red-headed demon we know-- would also use sinus back in the day to describe a gulf, a bay, or "the arm of the sea", as well as any hole or cavity in the Earth.

Insinuate = In sinu ate. In the sea, eating. 😂

Why ever [eve/"temptation"/"sin"] would [wood] Aziraphale insinuate that Crowley might [mmm strong] possibly [which shares roots with potent] want [to want; also contains ant, the humans in the insect analogy] something [so/sew, me, thin; opposite of might]? = the actual dessert isn't invented yet in this scene in 1601 but seems like Crowley wants to get tiramisu'd something fierce...

5- Royal Albert Hall: Love this idea. It reminds me of how The British Museum also has an afternoon tea but how they've met in the cafe and how they've probably both wanted to get tea there. While I was on the Royal Albert Hall website, I was laughing over the copy on the menu for the box service, especially the *very* rare modern use of rhubarb in this way:

Choose from a wide range of canapés, sandwiches and sharing plates, finishing your meal with sweet treats. All food is prepared with the finest seasonal ingredients and is always presented with signature rhubarb style.

Aziraphale, back away from the copywriters... 😂

Cheers as always for the amusing stuff to think about @jotun-philosopher 💕

Original posts regarding fish, madeleines and memory, for anyone who might read this and is confuzzled and wondering wtf we're on about:

[darkstar225]

Twice's 10th member and VCHA's Kaylee get to act their age thanks to Omma Jihyo

A/N: Heyyy, I'm trying to make up for the time I'm gone lol! Sry for taking so long to post :D I hope that the anon who gave me this idea on Tumblr likes it!

The request: Let me paint a picture in your head, 10!mem is same age as Kaylee from vcha and they are like classmates. Vcha is staying with twice in their dorm until theirs gets finished and jihyo is getting the two ready for like a field day or something since they don’t get to do normal kid things often so jihyo literally refused any schedules that day on the behalf of twice and vcha

PS: Tysm for everyone who reads what I write, I hope I can bring a smile to your faces every time I post! I'd like to thank whoever sent me this idea 'cause I loved to write it <3

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The sun barely rose over Seoul, casting a soft, golden light across the city as it awoke. In the TWICE dorm, the atmosphere differed from the usual hustle and bustle of a typical day filled with schedules and practice sessions. Today was a special day, one that Jihyo had fought hard to secure for the younger members, especially Y/N and Kaylee, who were still young and deserved a break to enjoy normal kid things.

Y/N, TWICE' little sunshine, and Kaylee from VCHA were the same age, and their bond had grown strong over the past few weeks. VCHA had been staying with TWICE in their dorm while their own was being finished, and the two youngest girls had quickly become best friends, especially since they were classmates at school.

Jihyo had gone to great lengths to ensure that both groups had no schedules today. She had literally refused any requests from their management, insisting that the girls deserved a day of fun and relaxation. It wasn't often that they had the opportunity to experience a normal childhood, and Mama Bear Jihyo was determined to give them that chance.

The dorm was buzzing with excitement as the girls prepared for their field day. Jihyo moved around the living room, packing snacks, water bottles, and everything they would need for a day out. She wore a bright smile, her maternal instincts in full swing as she made sure every detail was taken care of.

Y/N and Kaylee were in their shared room, getting dressed in comfortable outfits perfect for running around and playing games. Y/N wore a pair of denim shorts and a purple t-shirt, while Kaylee sported a pair of athletic leggings and a blue tank top. Both girls were bursting with excitement, their laughter echoing through the dorm.

Y/N - Are you ready, Kaylee? *smiles*

Asked the taller girl as her eyes sparkled with anticipation.

Kaylee - Yeah!! *nods enthusiastically*

Kaylee - I can't wait, Y/N! This is going to be so much fun! 

Just then, Jihyo poked her head into the room, smiling at the sight of the two girls. 

Jihyo - Are you both ready? We're leaving in a few minutes.

Y/N and Kaylee exchanged excited glances before nodding at Jihyo. 

Kaylee - Yes, unnie!

Y/N - Of course, Omma!

As the group gathered in the living room, Nayeon, Jeongyeon and the other TWICE members were also getting ready. The 2 oldest of 3mix had taken on the role of the fun aunts, ensuring that everyone had sunscreen and hats. They were just as excited as the younger girls, eager to spend a carefree day with them.

Jihyo - Okay, everyone, let's go!

Jihyo screamed while leading the way to the vans waiting outside.

The ride to the park was filled with chatter and laughter. The park they were heading to was a large, sprawling green space with plenty of room for games, picnics, and exploring. As they arrived, the girls couldn't contain their excitement, and they quickly piled out of the vans.

3mix (The moms lol) led the group to a shady spot under a large tree where they set up their base for the day. They laid out blankets and unpacked the snacks and drinks. Once everything was set, Jihyo clapped her hands to get everyone's attention.

Jihyo - Alright, girls! We have the whole day to ourselves, so let's make the most of it. What do you want to do first?

The maknaes exchanged glances, their faces lighting up with excitement. 

Kaylee - Can we play tag?

Jeongyeon - Of course! Everyone, join in! *smiles and nods in agreement*

The game of tag was just the beginning. The girls ran around the park, their laughter echoing through the trees as they played. Jihyo and Nayeon joined in, making sure everyone was having fun and staying safe. They played games like hide and seek, relay races, and even had a mini soccer match.

As the day went on, they took breaks for snacks and drinks, sitting together under the shade of the tree. Jihyo watched TWICE's munchkin and Kaylee with a soft smile, her heart swelling with pride and love for the young girls. They deserved this day of happiness, and she was glad she could give it to them.

During one of their breaks, Nayeon handed out ice cream cones, much to the delight of everyone. Y/N and Kaylee sat side by side, their faces smeared with ice cream as they giggled and talked about their favourite moments of the day.

Y/N - Unnie, this is the best day ever! *looking up at Jihyo with wide, grateful eyes*

Jihyo ruffled her child's hair affectionately. 

Jihyo - I'm glad you're having fun, baby. You and Kaylee deserve to have days like this.

Kaylee nodded in agreement, her eyes shining with happiness. 

Kaylee - Thank you, Jihyo unnie. This is amazing.

As the afternoon turned into evening, the girls gathered around for one last activity. Jeongyeon had brought along a set of lanterns, and they decided to release them into the sky, each girl making a wish as they let go of their lantern.

The kid duo stood side by side, holding their lanterns carefully. As they released them, they watched in awe as the lanterns floated up into the sky, their wishes carried with them.

Y/N - What did you wish for?

TWICE's angel asked Kaylee, her eyes still fixed on the lanterns.

Kaylee smiled with a hint of mystery in her eyes. 

Kaylee - It's a secret. What about you?

Y/N - Mine too. *giggles*

Jihyo, Jeongyeon and Nayeon watched the scene with fond smiles, feeling a deep sense of satisfaction. This day had been everything they hoped for and more. It was a reminder that amidst the chaos of their lives as idols, there were moments of pure joy and simplicity that made it all worthwhile.

As the sun began to set, casting a warm, golden glow over the park, the girls gathered their things and headed back to the vans. They were tired but happy, their hearts full from a day well spent.

Back at the dorm, Y/N and Kaylee were the first to fall asleep, exhausted from their adventures. 3mix tucked them in, their motherly instincts kicking in once more as they made sure the girls were comfortable and safe.

Jihyo watched the 2 maknaes sleep for a moment, her heart swelling with love. She knew that days like this were precious, and she was grateful for the opportunity to give TWICE's doll and Kaylee a taste of normalcy and happiness.

As she turned off the lights and quietly closed the door, Jihyo felt a deep sense of fulfilment. TWICE and VCHA were more than just groups, they were family. As long as she could, she would continue to fight for these moments of joy and togetherness, ensuring that her girls knew just how much they were loved and cherished.

The dorm was quiet as everyone settled in for the night, but the memory of the day's laughter and happiness lingered in the air, a testament to the unbreakable bond they shared.

And this made everyone share one thought:

I'll love my dear chosen family forever.

A/N: I'm sorry for any errors. English is not my first language. Pls, let me know if there is something wrong, ty for reading <3

[hergan416]

@user-needs-new-hyperfixation Thank you for the tag!

Also I'm glad you answered this at the same time you tagged me, because reading your responses literally helped me understand what the heck kind of media this didn't exclude.

Rare writer ask game: name three pieces of media that are not novels/short stories or movies/TV that were formative for you, and tag three people.

Like you, I really don't consider this "formative" to my writing but to my sense of "self."

Anyway:

This is maybe a cheat? Because I still read it? But The Importance of Being Earnest. I really hope that a play is separate enough from TV/movies & novels/short stories to count for this because it really does seem adjacent, and like I'm being overly technical about it but ANYWAY. The unit on this play and on Oscar WIlde generally was like - I dunno. It was a lot of things to me.

So for one, The Importance of Being Earnest is absolutely hilarious, and I genuinely enjoyed reading it. For two, even though a lot of WIlde's statements about writing as a craft were made in relation to The Picture of Dorian Gray, our unit on this book also talked about his attitude in regards to literature and morality and art and aestheticism pretty extensively - I think because this specific literature teacher is awesome, but also because he was arrested during a showing of this play? But all of THAT was also formative. (I could also probably put Billy Joel's Only The Good Die Young here for the same reason - I tied the two together in my mind so if this play can't be it, then that can take over. But the play also was formative when I was trying to get myself back into reading stuff because I no longer read the kind of... "genre" stuff that I read as a kid/teen and I was trying to come up with something I'd actually want to read, and came back to Oscar Wilde like "hey you made me happy before... what's your other writing like?" I was not ... really. expecting. The Picture of Dorian Gray to be Like That the first time - what a tone shift! But that ALSO was formative much later and this is why that showed up for me when it did so.

Next I guess I'll just say "Green Day" - like all of Green Day. At least their discography up through 2009. Like - I already agreed with them, so I guess they didn't really change my mind or influence me much in that sense. But the Green Day obsession was certainly a personality trait for a while. And like - I still jam with King for A Day or Holiday or St. Jimmy or whatever. The characters on American Idiot absolutely made it into some of my fanfiction at the time. It was a major piece of my life.

And I'll end with Arkham Horror: The Board Game (1st/2nd edition) This game was something I was introduced to in college and I had never played anything like it. It is cooperative (games can be won by all the players at once!?! totally foreign to college-aged me) and long and complicated. It took several sessions of playing it before the owner of the game taught me how to set it up even. It's one of those. And without it, I don't think that I'd be who I am today. We also played D&D and Munchkin and Killer Bunnies and some zombie RPG where I played a prostitute and Catan and Axis and Allies and Starcraft The Boardgame... and so I probably would have ended up this brand of nerd either way. But this brand of nerd is horribly central to my world.

I work in a board game store. And this is the first job I've had that doesn't make me feel like killing myself. It's a lot of work, but at the end of the day I'm in the business of having fun. I get to sell people a good time. We're not so corporate that we have no lenience, but it's structured enough that I still thrive. The kind of people I met playing those games in college are why I shopped at this store and how I got this job the first time - and my personality is absolutely affected by this.

Uhhh ok yeah I talked a while here. Let's tag... @sakuplumeria @vitya-nikiforova and @dragontamer05?

[mihiigonscepaternampeccavi]

write obey me angst about dia bringing more exchange students and mc practically drifts away from the brothers 

I WILL DO MY BEST ANON!!

(I got a bit confused since do you mean they just drift away from everyone/they get replaced or they replace the brothers? I’ll do the first one just to make it a bit sadder)

Strangers once more

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Pronouns:they/them

(P.S. Italic for mc’s thought, bold for furious shouts)

“I’ve decided! Since the exchange program’s going so well I’ll be adding a few more students!!” Dia exclaimed, happily.

“Understood, Lord Diavolo.” Lucifer nodded, surprisingly positive. Odd… Luci didn’t resist this time?

“There will be no qualms about this, will there?” He glared at the brothers, and… even me?

“There won’t be any Luce!” Mammon assured.

“Sure,” he whispered “Is that all, Lord Diavolo?” He took his attention back to Dia. “Almost, after a few words this meeting will be concluded.”

Only then did I zone out, “hm, I think this’ll be fun, though it gives me creeps! And not to mention the brothers have ignored me these past few days, even mammon…!” I found myself frowning.

The tap on my shoulder had woken me up from my trance and I locked eyes with Barbatos confused, “The Lord asks for you to leave the room. There is a matter only the brothers are to hear.”

I nod, “thank you Barbatos, I’ll be off now, Goodbye Dia! Barbs!” I smile at the two and exit the room.

“Why don’t I go to the garden, Little d is bound to be there!” (Human version cause have you seen hiM? nosebleed)

“I am still me, you are still you… in the same place…” I sing sadly “Isn’t it strange… how people can change?” A soft voice spoke back.

“Little d! You scared me!!” I laughed “yeah yeah, come sit down, I knew you were coming.”

“Sure you did~” teasingly, I follow him. “I- dO yA nOt sEe thE piCniC bASKET ON THE GRASS?” He says pointing at the beautifully placed glasses and snacks. “Ehe… how flattering” I say covering my face and plopping myself down.

“Hey hey take it easy, you’re gon hurt yerself!” He shouted flicking my forehead.

“You’re more prone to hurt me!” I grin, swatting his hand away from my face. “Mean! After all the food I prepared for y’a!”

“Yeah yeah I’m sorry.” I roll my eyes dismissively.

“Yah! Are we gonna eat or not?” He said, annoyed. “Sometimes I wonder whether you really are a demon of greed.”

“Just shut up and eat or I’ll shove this up yer mouth.” He says holding up a sandwich.

After a while I thought of something that’s been plaguing my mind for a few days now…

“Hey little d, do you think the others are getting bored of me?” I ask quietly, looking up at the stars. “Why do y’a say that?” He asked surprised.

“I don’t know, they just… leave me out of things nowadays and… it scares me.” I mutter, looking at him. “Ah… don’t worry! They’re probably just stressed out from the the new exchange students that are coming in.”

“D— that was just confirmed today, are you ok or what?”

“Did they not tell you? It’s been planned for about two months already.”

“Oh… huh, they didn’t.” I whisper. “Hey, it’s ok. I’m here and I’ll never leave you.” Little D patted my back gently. “Yeah, I’m ok with just being with y’a.”

2 months later

“Mc, I’ve got no time for you, Kosuke and I are doing paper work.”

“Mc!! Kosuke and I are schemin leave us alone!”

“Get away normie! Kosuke and I are playing!!”

“Ugh!! Mc get out, Kosuke and I are having a reading session!!!”

“Mc… dear, can you leave us alone? We’re having a spa day.”

“Mc. That’s for Kosuke.”

“Leave Mc, we’re cuddling get out. It’s your room? So what? Just leave us alone.”

“Lord Dia… Little D please answer…”

“Yo! What’s up Mc?” Little D said happily. “D… hkk- is it ok if I summon you…?”

“Of course… Mc.”

“Hear me, denizens of darkness, you who are born of shadow and you who give birth to it. Hear me and do as I command…! I, Mc, call upon you to send forth one of your number! I summon a demon of greed, Little D no 2…”

“Mc… you ok?” D hugs me and rocks me back and forth.

“They treat me so horribly… I hate them so much…”

“I’ll take care of them.”

To be continued?

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My first request, so please be gentle— I’ll continue this if you’d like.

[elliothier]

A happy 26th birthday from the fun year of 2021, future me! It is nearly 1am as I write this, just at the start of my official birthday, unlike last year when it was midnight at the end of the day.

So, let’s start things off with how things have been going. Today we temporarily move out to get the renovations done in the house -- I hope this is the only time renovations will be a Bother, you can laugh bitterly if they continued past these 5 weeks, it’s okay -- so I anticipate not necessarily having enough time to write this out later. Or, y’know, my brain might just be entirely dead, because today has been quite eventful in its stead!

The day (yesterday, technically, the 24th) started off with the local grandparents vising for the bday, and you know how that is, she’s loud, which is perfectly fine, but hell on the waking eardrums. We had that 25-50-75 party on the 3rd this year if you remember that, but forgot to take a picture, so I brought that up and we did that. Gran fussed over not having lipstick on, mom cleaned hers off and offered it, and for the hell of it I joined in and for the picture all three of us were wearing the same lipstick. Very fun! Luke came by later as well to pick up his stuff, brought along a gf, which was lovely meeting her. I’d say we vibed.

And then, the main event. Well, first some gaming in between, A Dance of Fire and Ice, got 4 achievements today! Beat world 12, perfectly, then world 3 speed, and world 6 speed, which I barely completed in time for D&D. That’s right, just like last year, D&D plays a role, we were still on voice when the day rolled over and I couldn’t wish for a better start.

We were on a halloween one-shot (part 2), the Death House, where I got to play with Courage and made his instrument a kazoo. It was glorious. He was still possessed when we started, making him extra terrified and throw a minor tantrum when it became evident we had to go to the basement. Ace had to convince him to go down, scaring him with ghost stories of what could happen if he didn’t join them, which worked. Oh, how the table turns. Further in Ace first scares the crap out of Courage to pick the lock on the chest he was trying to open and steal the treasure from under his nose. Mini was nice, at least, but Courage really did not like Ace for that move. And then even further, in the very depths, the two of them get to the central platform when figures appear, chanting that “one must die”. Ace was the only one to realize what’s going on and immediately turned on Courage, trying to kill him and very nearly succeeding, living on 1 HP! Ka bit his ankles, but Mini tried to persuade the monster in the corner to devour Ace. It woke up. And Ace ran tf away, informing them that was the very reason he was trying to sacrifice Courage as it would devour them all. All make it out, barely, but phew! What a session! Including requested kazoo send-offs for the ghosts of the couple that owned the house.

Phew, that was a long story, but I had such a good time I had to remind you of it. I haven’t even shared it with Emily yet, but I will, probably after this. Today will probably suck, but the early celebration at least I would say has been a success. And no, there has been no new instrument this year (djembe last year, guitar the year before), but I did improve at guitar playing this year, so there’s that! I hope that by now the music room has been fully set up and has seen some use. I’d say plenty of use, but let’s be realistic here, yeah? A couple of sessions is already nice.

So how are you? Has the day been treating you well? Will the day be treating you well? What about the year? I had my correction shortly after last birthday, that’s recovered decently, I hope the scars have faded more since. Oh, and I started at the workplace that teaches coding a few weeks ago, been there 3 times now and do think I like it. Very curious to see how that will pan out in the long term. Came out as enby there too, reflexively, but hey they sure do try. Oh, did His Dark Materials season 3 come out yet? I’m looking forward to that, if it didn’t come out yet surely it will soon!

So anyway, after that exciting day, I hope you’ll have a similarly good experience either today or the day before or somewhere in the vicinity! And I hope you are very much starting to thrive, in whatever way that may be 💚

Now to write something for The Box, I sure hope I didn’t forget about that last year 😂

[lestappenforever]

Back in your asks once more!

Didn’t get a whole lot done writing-wise yesterday, obviously partially due to the race (the first ever f1 race I watched live actually!) and I went to a ball with my boyfriend in the evening and didn’t get home til late, so no reading for me. Today though I finished up the structure and just need to keep my head down and actually write the thing now. It’s due tomorrow, so I gotta push through it. I will, however, reward myself with a nice little reading session when I’m done, whether that be tonight or (more likely) tomorrow. So perfect timing that you published a new chapter^^ While I admit I’m usually not that into smut, if anyone can get it right, it’s you.

On that note, I appreciate you sticking to your boundaries and comfort level when it comes to writing explicit scenes, good on you^^

With that, I’ll disappear back into my bubble, I shall be back in due time. Hope you have an amazing day dear, you deserve it <3

Love, M 🧡

P.S.: I have your post notifications enabled, so if you ever decide to summon me, I’ll more than likely pop up. Or I’ll muster up the courage to message you at some point, we’ll see :D

Beautiful M anon, welcome back! 🧡

It sounds like you had a wonderful Saturday, and I hope you had a lot of fun at the ball with your boyfriend. And well done for finishing up the structure - I have no doubt you will manage to finish writing it in time for your deadline. You've got this! And please don't feel pressured to read the new chapter if smut isn’t your thing.

Yeah, writing anything I'm not comfortable with at any given time is never a good idea and will only result in something I won't be satisfied with posting, so I'll never put myself in a position where I'll write something I don't actually want to write again. I've done that too many times in the past and it lead to a very long hiatus from writing anything at all. So boundaries will always be very important to me, and it means a lot to me to know you appreciate it!

Best of luck with your writing, darling! And thank you so much, so do you. 💕

You are an absolute sweetheart. And whatever you feel comfortable with is more than okay with me. 🧡

[hwajin]

ayoo little life update that no one asked for :D ignore the mess and the typos in the tags oml

[iratetourist]

study buddy // eddie munson x reader

featuring my fave eddie gif 🥰

summary: eddie munson wasn’t much of a good study buddy, but he had other ways to make it up to you… 👅 aka eddie’s tongue is a bit of a menace

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader

word count: idk girlies i wrote it on my phone, it’s not too long

author’s note: this man got me so obsessed that i wrote a fic for the first time in nearly a decade because of him… so this shit is ROUGH (sowwy) and the concept kind of got away from me, but regardless, i had fun just writing away for a few hours!! also, if any of the formatting is off, i apologize, like i said, i’m only just getting back into this lmao

warnings: a little sauciness, nothing explicit, only lightly implied

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“So, of course, I was thinking that if I introduced, like, a… a dragon-blooded drow priestess, the entire idea would come together so well. I think I want her dragon lineage to be a secret, though—”

You nodded absentmindedly at your boyfriend’s random D&D musings, humming at him in response, though a small, contented smile rested on your face as you listened and flipped through the textbook on your lap. Eddie, completely enraptured within ideas for his next campaign, continued to ramble from his spot lying next to you on the floor, his own textbook having long been tossed God-knows-where and his papers scribbled with D&D notes.

“Dustin would lose his goddamn mind at the reveal, I bet, but would still probably try to recruit her even if she killed off half the party—” Eddie shot up instantaneously at that, yet another idea that had to be written down dawning upon him.

Needless to say, this studying session wasn’t exactly proving to be successful.

Sighing, you set your book to the side and just watched him for a few moments. It was difficult to be annoyed at him when he was talking about far more interesting things than anything your textbooks had to offer and was this hyped up, because frankly, it was downright adorable. Not an adjective pretty much anyone would use to describe Eddie Munson, but entirely applicable right now, in your expert opinion as his girlfriend.

He had a contagious smile plastered on his face, his dimples deeply on display… a boyish sparkle of excitement to his eyes… his curly hair splayed wildly across his face, and his hand was writing away a mile a minute as he attempted to get out every idea he had before it disappeared. Every few seconds, he would look up at you and his face would light up just that much brighter, and you could feel your heart ache all the more, and it took everything in your power not practically pounce on him.

It was the way he was so comfortable with you, so happy to have you just be with him and listen to any and all passionate rants and ravings he had, that you wanted nothing more than to just grab him and go at it right then and there—

But no! You had come here, to his trailer, with the express intent to study while spending time with him. You hadn’t gotten to see each other that much over the past few weeks, what with studying for finals, so you figured, two birds, one stone - you both could get some studying done while getting a chance to chill and catch up with each other…

…Yeah, you’re not really sure how you convinced yourself this would work.

Inevitably, Eddie Munson didn’t give much of a shit about studying when he had barely seen his girlfriend for three weeks and you both were alone in his trailer. You couldn’t exactly blame him (you weren’t feeling particularly studious yourself that late afternoon, among other things), but the fact was you promised yourself you would at least finish reviewing up to Chapter 31 of your physics textbook before you let him… uh, actively distract you too much.

And yet, you were only barely done reading through to Chapter 16, and had already been there for three and a half hours. Oops?

Taking a deep breath and closing your eyes, you made a new promise to yourself: at least get to Chapter 20 today, that’s it. You could do that, easily - only four more chapters to go, and you knew the eighteenth was shorter than most. Perfectly attainable goal.

Then you heard a groan to your side, and opened your eyes to find Eddie stretching his arms high above his head, muscles taut and tattoos enticingly on display. Add the fact that his tongue - it was always that goddamn tongue of his - was sticking the slightest bit out past his lips, running along them, and you felt every bit of resolve you had just mustered flush out of your system in an instant, only to be replaced by an immediate surge of heat and longing. You exhaled forcibly, but couldn’t bring yourself to look away.

When he opened a single eye a second later at the sound, he gave you a long, knowing smirk and then changed his stretching position, throwing one arm across the opposite shoulder and pressing his hand to his elbow, making sure to go slow as he did so.

“See something ya like, sweetheart?”

Oh, good Christ, you didn’t know how long you could keep this up, not when he brought in the nicknames. Looking down, you saw a flash of his smooth skin, the briefest peek of toned abs, as his shirt riled up from the action, and your mind went blank yet again. Your eyes shot up to his, and you could feel your cheeks flush instantly at the cocky glimmer in his own - caught red-handed and by God was he revelling in it.

Stupid cute, annoying boyfriend… he knew exactly what he was doing and you both hated and loved him for it.

“I… I need…” You could barely swallow down your embarrassment at how breathy your voice came out. Coughing a bit, you shifted a little away from him, and then purposefully grabbed your textbook and made a show of sticking your nose in it. “I need to finish reading… um, this… yeah. At least… to Chapter 20.”

Wow, super convincing, Y/N, good job.

Eddie’s smirk only grew that much more smug at your strained tone. Oh, he liked a bit of challenge.

Crawling over to you, he leaned his head down on your lap, turning so he was looking directly up at you through the window your textbook made. “Hm…” He ran a hand up the back of your forearm, sparking goosebumps across your skin, and reached for your textbook. “I think what we both need is a bit of a break, don’tcha think?”

Despite the increasingly distracting mood, you couldn’t help but laugh a little at that. The warm sound reverberated through your body, and Eddie swallowed thickly, trying to keep his own composure - were it not for the fact that he was trying to wind you up as much as possible first, he would have hiked you over his shoulder at that and taken you to the bedroom. But… not yet, not yet.

“Tell me, Eddie Munson, how do think you’ve earned a break, considering I know for a fact you haven’t read past chapter three in that textbook of yours?” Passively, you began to play with the ends of his hair - you knew he loved that more than he was willing to admit.

Eddie put on a fake pout at that, pressing a hand to his heart. “Y/N, you wound me!” he began, running his tongue across his lower lip again. Despite your best efforts, you once again found your eyes trailing after it, and the shiver that ran through you at that was quite acutely felt by man laying beneath you, earning yet another self-satisfied smirk. Good God, you were gonna let him have it…

“I have spent the the better part of nearly four hours tirelessly working out potential ideas for our next D&D campaign, and you don’t believe that warrants a nice, long break? Well, I’ll be damned. I think I more than deserve it…” He pushed himself up at this, knocking the textbook you were very much so just staring blankly at out of the way, before nudging you to the ground, hovering atop you.

That goddamned smug grin of his grew that much more at how easily you let him do so, and the sight stoked further at the coiling sensation in your gut. Leaning down, he pressed his lips to the shell of your ear, a husky whisper leaving his mouth, “…and I think you require it.”

“Mm, you think so, do you?” Your hands came up to ghost your nails down his back, and he let out a throaty noise at the contact, causing a cheeky smile of your own to grace your features. “Well, I think what you require is just one good thing to really focus on…”

“Just say the word, sweetheart,” he breathed, turning from your ear to drag his lips across your jaw and down your neck, pressing hot kisses to the exposed flesh.

You felt a hand snake its way up your shirt, and smiled to yourself before reaching down and running a your thumb across his chin and up to his lips, pulling his face to yours. He peered up at you - eyes dark and half-lidded, tongue, as always, poking past his lips oh-so temptingly - and you knew he was utterly at your command.

“I suppose this,” you whispered, brushing your fingertips lightly across the blade of his tongue, “could be put to better use than just teasing me.”

And that was all it took before he was crushing his mouth against yours, pressing that distracting tongue of his to your quite receptive own.

The suddenness and force of the kiss caused a broken moan to leave you, and whatever cheeky resolve you had left began to succumb to the greater desire to just be close to him. Reaching up, you eagerly threaded your fingers into his long hair and gave it a quick, sharp tug, and a stuttered breath fell from Eddie’s lips.

“Fuck…” His eyes fluttered closed for a few seconds, savouring the sensation, before a wicked grin broke out on his face and he shifted himself downwards, pressing kisses down your much-too-clothed body.

Settling just before the hem of your pants, he hooked his thumbs in your belt loops, and then proceeded to flash you a look from between your legs that had your heart skipping a beat and your toes curling in anticipation.

“Don’t worry, love, this tongue has more than one way to go about teasing you…”

…And just like that, it was safe to say that you didn’t bother getting anymore studying done that particular afternoon.

[will80sbyers]

Dear Will,

Hi. I hope you're okay! Sorry for waiting this long before writing to you again but I have been pretty swamped in school work this past week and I couldn't find the time...

I guess things are going ok here... as I already told you, at school we have met this guy, Eddie, and turns out he has a d&d club with the other guys that were at the table when he asked us to sit there. He invited us to their place and Dustin and Lucas wanted to accept the offer to join... so we got to our first game session yesterday!

It was really fun because Eddie is a really great d&d master, he's theatrical, you know... he understands and he takes it seriously and he reminded me of you to be honest.. so, yeah the game was cool but I kinda miss our games with only the party... and like, when we were all together... I wish you were here too so that you could join the Hellfire club (that's the name of the d&d club!)

Oh, also, Eddie made some t-shirts that are really cool and I'm trying a new style, I think... I'm tired of my mother buying all my clothes for me, it's a bit embarrassing.

They made us take a picture together this morning so I'll put a copy of it in the envelope so that you can see the t-shirts!

How are you doing? What is going on there? Did you start the project about Alan Turing that you were talking about?

also... to respond to your last thoughts, I don't think you should be worried for Jonathan because Eddie says it's natural stuff... so I don't think he will have bad reactions to it like they say in TV, it's government propaganda if you ask me!

anyway, now I have to go because dinner is ready, my father is pissing me off as always and I'm trying to ignore him but I don't want to fight with him today because it was a good day.

I hope to hear from you again soon

I'll try to call when I can!

- Mike the Paladin

[svchengss]

king of hearts | d.sc

PAIRING. dong sicheng x reader

GENRE. high school!au, fluff, slight angst, kind of e2l

WARNINGS. none (lmk if i missed any!)

WORD COUNT. 6.7k

SUMMARY. sicheng’s subtle flirts are not working effectively but it only motivates him to try and woo you more. the devil sure works hard but dong sicheng works harder.

PLAYLIST. king of hearts

TAGLIST. @floraljae @clovdless @mashiihearts @ndr1271 @kunrengui (shoutout to mashi for being a major help in the process of writing this <3)

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music was blaring through the multiple loudspeakers scattered around the school grounds, booths of various interests that were set-up by the clubs being swarmed by visitors and ecstatic oohs and aahs from the ones playing games can be heard intermittently. the annual school festival of redlands high, an event that is looked forward to by every single student there. or maybe not, you’re quite unsure of the self-made data.

you immediately made a beeline to the dance club booth which is managed by yangyang, the president also holding the title of your best friend. a cartoonish grin crept up on his face when he spots you walking towards him.

“so, what do you think? looks legit, huh?” he crossed his arms together, observing the design of the booth with a proud smile. the set-up is definitely eye-catching, not much decorations going on, adding to the simplicity of the white theme with gold touch-ups. you browsed through the plastered posters on the board, inviting people to sign up for their upcoming audition. looking up to the signboard hanging outside, you showed a thumbs up towards him, muttering a quick ‘perfect’.

“so what exactly is your booth doing? there’s not much… activity going on?” you scratched the non-existent itch on your left eyebrow. the boy in front of you gave you an eye roll before explaining that there will be mini dance games - or just dance as he worded. an amused sound left your lips as you bent down, dropping your signature in the guestbook on the wooden table.

“are you coming to the stage shows tonight? i heard there’s a new band performing,” your ears perked up instinctively upon hearing the words. after your sister graduated high school, nobody paid any attention to keep the band going. the zikas, a trio that made the music club strive back then. either the newer batches were too lazy to make an effort or too scared if they weren’t up to the already high standards of the school.

“i’m going if you’re going,” you simply stated, which made yangyang flash you the same grin from before. you said your simple goodbyes when people started lining up to try the just dance game at his booth. after he reminded you to wait for him by the statue, you went off to check out the food sales, eager to fill your growling stomach since this morning.

you can do this, sicheng. you can do this.

he made sure to double check the tuning of his guitar for one last time before joining the rest of his bandmates on the stage. his tall and slim physique surely left an impact, seeing that some of the audience suddenly became more invested in the performance compared to the others. he’s wearing some band’s shirt - probably green day since it’s quite similar to your sister’s posters in her room, black leather jacket and his black hair middle parted. not to miss the silver pendant necklace on his neck, sparkling under the spotlight.

the moment he struck the pick through the strings of his electric guitar, the drummer and bassist followed after, producing a melody that is pleasing to your ears. he held the microphone closer to his mouth, singing the lyrics as you bobbed your head up and down to the covers they sang - american idiot and helena are the ones you recognized since you’ve heard the songs so often. yangyang on the other hand kept on sipping the chocolate milkshake in his hand, vibing with the music as well.

the next song was a sentimental one which you assumed is a self-composed one, since you’ve never heard this song before. before you know it, the performance is over and the audience have started packing up their belongings to hang out somewhere else or go home.

“good job everyone, we did well,” yuta, who played the bass earlier, high-fived the rest of the band with a sly grin on his face. guanheng chugged the mineral water down his throat before stashing his drumsticks into the bag while sicheng was lost in his thoughts. he doesn’t know why but you stood out from the crowd, only able to see you just now. he wouldn’t say it’s a crush, not knowing anything about you but it definitely made him feel something. a trigger in his heart, not knowing where it leads to. but what he does know is that you caught his attention.

“and you know what he said? i’ll come back crawling to him just like his other exes. what the heck is even that?” you took out the binders from your locker while listening to ningning rant about her love life. since you haven’t had any relationships before, you’re not really a professional in this aspect of life so you just kept your mouth shut to avoid giving useless advice.

“that sounds so rude, he’s such a jerk,” you commented, taking the first bite of your sandwich afterwards. the tea-spilling session eventually came to an end when she reached her class first and you kept walking to mrs. walker’s, english being your first period. nothing exciting really happened in that class except someone got their phone confiscated for texting in class - just the usual things. classes later, it’s finally recess when you met up with ningning and yangyang in the cafeteria.

“first of all, cut him off. block him. everywhere,” yangyang emphasized the last word, knowing how much of an idiot the guy can be. you just scrolled through your socials, double tapping on certain posts that caught your eye. owning a cat looks fun, you made a mental note to bring the idea to your parents later. the bell rang which signals that classes are starting back soon and the same cycle of events continues before it’s time to go home.

you observed yangyang’s sharp moves, following to the beat of the song echoing in the dance room. it’s currently half past seven and he’s still here, beads of sweat running through his hair. and why would he stay in school so late, you may ask? obviously, he’s here for a reason and it being an upcoming dance tournament is the most accurate one. while you’re here, sitting on the floor, back against the mirror and legs straightened out with your phone in your hand. it amazes you how the goofy boy transforms 360°, being all serious when he’s in his element.

“let’s go home, i’m tired already,” he panted out breathlessly, using a cloth nearby to wipe his sweaty forehead. you wait for him by the glass door as he packs up his things when the lights in the music studio also switched off. you wondered it must be the band guys so you paid no attention whatsoever. of course, your predictions were right when you saw two lads stepping out.

since yangyang is taking too much time tidying up the dance studio and the music studio seems unoccupied, you decided to check it out for a bit. it’s been a long time since you last entered the room, always accompanying your sister for her extra practice when you were younger. not much has changed, except some additions of instruments can be seen. not seeing anything in the dark condition as the room is only illuminated by the faint lights from the hallway, you pushed the switches down only to be met by a gasp.

“what are you doing here?” the tall boy approached you, a stern look visible on his fine features. your eyes scrambled around the room in an attempt to find any logical excuses for your ‘break-in’ but to no avail. your tongue was dry, not a sound escaping your throat when you heard yangyang’s voice, signalling your cue to exit the room and escape from the tension building between you and the boy. he just shook his head, the black hair bouncing left to right as he finally caught on.

it’s you, you’re the girl from the crowd. and your name is y/n.

the walk home was filled with one-sided conversations where yangyang kept on babbling about how he should improve the choreography he created earlier while you only added small comments. your mind is filled with embarrassment, too much that you feel slightly mad at yourself. why didn’t you say anything earlier? now, you look like a complete idiot with communication issues in front of that boy.

“yeah, and remember that pasta? we should definitely try it again, it’s like, so good,” yangyang said, earning a nod from you when you saw the boy from last night’s music studio tragedy approaching your table. you tried to look away but it was too late.

“dude, just wanna let you know that mr. park is seeing us after school,” your grip on your fork loosens up when you realized he wasn’t talking to you. maybe he forgot about the incident? you really hope so.

“yeah, totally. thanks sicheng,” yangyang playfully winked at the latter, earning a disgusted look from him who started walking away. he glanced back at you with a smug smile on his plump lips, making you freeze up again.

he didn’t.

“are you okay, y/n? feeling sick?” ningning furrowed her eyebrows upon seeing your sudden change of demeanor. you shrugged her off and continued to consume the macaroni placed on the tray in front of you, mentally cursing at yourself for the poor life choice you’d made. well, at least you know that his name is sicheng, right?

oh boy, you’re in for a long ride.

you can’t wait to go home and snuggle under the covers, today has been a long and tiring one for you. you had three pop quizzes as if all the three teachers intended so, your class had to run multiple laps during p.e. and so on. you’re already planning your routine in your head, trudging your way to the lockers when you saw him leaning against yours, scrolling down his phone.

“crap,” you muttered under your breath.

there it is, the smirk on his face returns when he spots your figure approaching. oh, how you wish you could wipe it off his face. he moved a couple steps backwards to give you some space to arrange your things before locking it, turning your head towards him.

“i’m sorry, why are you here again? and if it’s because of last night, then i’m sorry if it bothered you or anything,” you huffed out.

“what? i didn’t really care, it’s not like you were stealing anything, right?” he squinted his eyes, eyeing you up and down suspiciously, laughing shortly after seeing you get riled up.

“damn, you really need to learn how to take a joke. y/n, right? i’m sicheng, nice to meet you.”

“why exactly are we having this meet-and-greet or whatever this introduction is?” you crossed your arms, waiting for his response. but he didn’t, immediately turning on his heels and making his way towards the stairs, probably going to the studio.

“jerk,” you cursed under your breath, walking out the school building.

“what? you got accepted? seriously?” ningning’s voice echoed against the cafeteria walls, earning surprised and annoyed glances from other students who were either satisfying their grumbling stomach or simply having conversations. yangyang softly nudged her elbows using his, asking her to lower her voice down before telling you to go on. you were quite surprised as well, the acceptance email was not what you expected to receive. when you filled in the application form, it was just a mere shoot-your-shot agenda to see if you’d make the cut. although this is just a camp, you’re still unsure of what lies ahead.

“yeah, it starts next week. but i’m so nervous though,” you sipped the iced coffee in your hands. you’ve only watched videos of people producing their own music from scratch which you start to take an interest in. however, you’ve never done it hands-on before, only having basic music theory knowledge thanks to the piano lessons your parents signed you up for when you were young.

“you’ll do awesome, i promise,” yangyang gave you a reassuring smile, making you release some tension from the overthinking you’ve had since you received the email last night.

“thanks yang.”

now, here you are on the first day of attending the internship camp. you stood in front of the tall mirror hanging on the wall, straightening your cardigan and applying some makeup onto your face as touch-ups. it’s currently 7:40 in the morning, the earliest time you’ve ever woken up on a saturday. your siblings are still swallowed in their states of sleep. you double-checked the contents in your tote bag, making sure that no important things are left behind. you totally don’t intend on leaving a bad first impression on your first day.

after bidding a swift goodbye to your parents who just woke up, you drove your mother’s old honda to the completely new destination - mbyte studios. the tall building with light grey and blue painted walls definitely made it stand out, a futuristic look catching the eyes of the passersby. taking a deep breath, you entered the main lobby before being escorted to a room on the second floor. you assume it’s a waiting room for all participants of the camp, scanning that majority of the occupiers might be college students. you thanked god that the camp takes place on weekends so your high school senior life won’t be interrupted that much.

DAY 1

your eyes widened when you spot sicheng with the same white and blue tag you’re wearing, seated on the sofa. what the hell is he doing here? you avoided acknowledging his presence, trying to make yourself as unnoticed as possible heading over to occupy the seat farthest from his. after quite some time staring at the paintings hanging on the wall, a middle-aged lady with a petite figure entered the room, making you sit up straight.

“welcome to mbyte studios! i’m the assistant director, mrs. hwang. first and foremost, congratulations on being accepted. it’ a pleasure to witness the start of your musical journey embarking here. i believe that we should know each other first?” she gestured for any volunteers. sicheng stood up from his seat, charisma evident in his stance which left quite an impression on the others. the strong confidence in the way he speaks made the woman smile amusingly.

some names later, it was your turn to introduce yourself. the moment you stood up, he immediately recognized you and you were sure you caught him making some faces. the ice-breaking session went well thankfully, mrs. hwang elaborating on the social rules and the itinerary throughout the whole six days. one that caught your attention was assisting the producers on making a track from scratch, just like you had dreamed of.

when it was finally time for lunch break, you shot up from your seat to get away from sicheng as fast as possible but to your dismay, he beat you to it, jogging up towards your standing position.

“i didn’t know you were into music, what’s the sudden occasion?”

“it’s none of your business actually,” you sneered back, obviously not favouring his attention.

“woah, relax. you’ve got quite a temper, don’t you? by the way, we’re having lunch together,” he placed his phone onto a nearby table, pulling a chair for you.

“just eat on your own, i don’t have the appetite,” you flash a sarcastic grin before disappearing into the women’s restroom. he just laughed bitterly at your response before walking towards the food counter, joining his newly made friend, jaehyun. being the same age, they’re easy to click.

DAY 2

“today, we’ll be focusing on the recording process. you’ll be assigned into groups that will have a tour of the whole department. our staff will facilitate each group,” the manager said loud and clear. you remembered his name was johnny. the tattoo on his shoulder really stands out, considering the fact that he’s always wearing a sleeveless shirt.

but what are the odds when your groupmate is none other than the guy himself, sicheng. it’s like the universe truly resented you for having to be associated with him at any event. your group was escorted to the farthest recording studio on the floor. to say that this was a great experience is truly an understatement, making you observe the gears used in astonishment. you hate to admit it but sicheng has a handful of knowledge on this particular topic, always correctly answering the questions directed by the staff. maybe it wasn’t quite surprising upon knowing that his career choice is a singer, not that you care anyways.

again, nothing out of the ordinary happened today, except that you and sicheng had lunch on the same table. of course, it’s not that you accepted his offer but he welcomed himself to the spot. being the quickly favoured participant among the rest, obviously they welcomed him with open hands. he placed himself among the two guys sitting at the right corner, eyeing you whose eyes are still not leaving the article you were skimming through. with the last spoon of food shoved into your mouth, you quietly excused yourself from the group. sicheng just watched your movements in subtle signs of annoyance.

with the final task of doing microphone check-ups, day two of the camp ended with a breeze. you can’t wait to go home, get into a warm bath and spend the night watching netflix. it was a tiring one indeed but you’re not one to complain. pushing the car keys into the ignition slot, the sound of the engine starting is still nowhere to be heard even after a couple of retries. you rested your forehead onto the steering wheel, cursing silently in your head, having to get a taxi and call your mother about this incident. you’re sure to be receiving a handful from her, not to mention her soft but stingful remarks.

“hey, are you okay?” a deep voice interrupts your stressful state of mind. looking up, it’s sicheng with a concerned look on display. you hesitantly shared your problem, making him press his lips together probably thinking of a solution.

“you know, i don’t really know how to fix your broken engine or whatever but i know someone who can. let me just ring him for a sec. and you’re coming home with me.”

and that’s how you ended up in the front passenger seat, sicheng steering with one hand and the other rested on the windowsill. the faint music from the radio can be heard, probably a song by jon vinyl. you’d steal quick glances to see his other hand dancing in the air, enjoying the rhythm of the song playing. besides that, it was silent as both of you are preoccupied with your own things - sicheng on the road while you on your phone. he tried to make small talk but you would say it’s unrequited, only replying with short sentences. after a good ten minutes drive, the sight of your brown painted gate becomes a sign for him to stop the moving car.

“your car is safe with my friend so you shouldn’t worry about it or anything. also, what’s your number? it’ll be easier for, you know the car business of course,” he reached over to unbuckle your seatbelt, handing over his phone to you after. the close proximity made your breath hitch, the dewy scent of his perfume diffusing into your nose. not too strong, he has a good taste.

“thanks and um, i’ll buy you a drink later. just for today.”

“are you asking me on a date?” there it is, the significant tug on the side of his lips making its presence once again.

“stop being so narcissistic and move along please,” you rolled your eyes before giving him a small wave, stepping into your property. sicheng stared at the numerals on his phone screen, a small, proud grin etched on before driving off the lane.

“how was the camp? met any cute boys?” the first thing you hear in the hue of the blue monday morning is ningning’s chirpy voice. sometimes you wonder how she gets all boosted up at this hour of the day. yangyang is the polar opposite, his appearance as if he just got out of bed, the hood of his denim jacket resting on top of his auburn hair.

“it was good and no, no cute boys. but sicheng was there,” you replied nonchalantly, a mischievous grin crept onto her lips. you can almost predict the words that are going to spill out of her mouth.

“what’s up with her?” yangyang yawned, his eyes lazily gaze at you. you just lifted your shoulders, having no idea whatsoever. a ping sound was heard from your phone, notifying that a new message is received.

unknown: hey sicheng here

unknown: ur car may be ready tmr. want me to drive u there?

listening to your heart, you were about to type ‘no’ but remembering the fact that your parents will be busy the whole day tomorrow and yangyang is coming home late once again, you have no choice but to accept the lad’s help.

now you’re back in his vehicle, the same spot as before. you’ve only noticed now that a musical note charm is hung on the rearview mirror, a semiquaver to be exact. you’d say that it looks authentic, gold specks shining when sun rays hit the surface. observing the interior of his car, there are quite a number of small decorations.

“can we get coffee first? my treat for the car and the ride,” you suggested, looking at him whose eyes are focused onto the road. the traffic is quite pleasing today, nobody honking mindlessly at the other drivers and flipping each other off with the famous middle finger gesture. his side profile does look charming, some type of earrings dangling from his ears. if you’re going to be honest, his appearance does seem to be your type. you’re not one to say about his persona though, always managing to bother you at any time of the day.

“sure, wanna go to the new cafe? i heard it’s good,”. you just nodded while he skillfully steered the steering wheel, moving the car to the new destination. you turned your eyes to look outside from the car window, seeing the one hundred and one manners of the citizens. a mother struggling to take her child who’s having a tantrum out of the toy shop, a young couple having their romantic meal in the french cafe. the motion of the car stopping awakened you who was being distracted by your clouded mind.

from the moment you stepped into the place, the interior caught your attention. the light brown painted walls with black furniture complementing each other perfectly, making a retro-like appearance. the funky song playing faintly in the background surely is a mood-setter, just how you like it. even the barista serving you is being friendly, making a couple of small talk in the midst of operating the machines.

you would say that it was a pleasureful day for you. the exquisite taste of latte washing down your dry throat, getting your car back without too much babbling from your dear mother and the gap between you and sicheng closing in for a little.

the last sentence baffled you for a second.

DAY 3

sicheng’s eyes shot open from the short slumber he was trying to get - failing miserably even, upon spotting you enter through the door. he pulled the chair beside him in hopes for you to get his message and take the seat. a frown made its way onto his face when you just waved at him, making your way to another spot a few chairs to the front. he scoffed, head tilting slightly before approaching you instead. you shot him a puzzled look, roughly translating to ask him what he’s doing here.

“i just want to be close to you. now focus,” he redirected his eyes onto the muscular man who just entered the room. he’s a songwriter - the best one in this company to be exact. you were focused on each point he explained, making small notes on your laptop. it’s not always that you’ll get a chance to be guided by a four-time award winning songwriter, might as well gain some benefits from it.

“another tip i have is to use all types of chords. remember, do not stick to the same ones, you’ll lack creativity. for instance, use major, minor, dominant, diminished, and augmented. i promise you, more ideas will be flowing and better quality songs will be produced. you got me?” the questioned, earning buzzing sounds of positive responses from the hall.

DAY 4

another day of group work, you’re given the task to create a melody according to the themes given - for your group, it’s love. looking at sicheng, he’s already on his electric guitar, strumming mindlessly to find the perfect note to start on. the rest of you are now juicing out some thoughts on this particular sense of human nature.

“love gives us thrill, the feeling of excitement, the feeling when you’re uncertain about something but when you have that special someone with you, you’re sure to wing it all,” jaehyun suggests, earning nods of approval from the rest of your groupmates.

“you’re a pro at this, mr. romantic,” you teased him, earning a soft chuckle. a dimpled smile is etched onto his features, rosy cheeks and his eye smile making you fawn. prince-like visual and a sense of humour? a two in one package, totally.

“not really. i guess i’m a sucker for romance movies,” he rubbed the back of his neck. your small conversation came to a halt when you heard a crooked, loud sound coming from the rough strum on the guitar strings. you turned around to see sicheng gazing directly towards the both of you, a sharp one even. jaehyun just blinked his eyes before catching onto the situation unfolding in front of him while you’re still being completely oblivious. you tilted your head in confusion, unsure of what’s gotten into him.

it’s the day that yangyang has been looking forward to since the past few weeks, his dance tournament. you’re seated with ningning on the bleachers, music from the loudspeakers echoing through the walls. with the cheers of the bewatchers whenever someone captivated them with a trick or dance move, usually the risky ones, it truly is a loud atmosphere.

“now, welcoming contestant number 43 to take the stage,” the host announced, you and ningning clapped with all your might, shouting words of encouragement as well. yangyang took a deep breath before lifting his right hand up, cueing for the music to start playing. just then, there’s the sound of someone plopping down on the hard surface next to you - sicheng. he’s looking casual today, a light yellow hoodie replacing his usual dark clothings.

“what are you doing here?” you shout whispered while ningning raised her eyebrows at you.

“didn’t yangyang tell you? i’m here to watch him dance,” he countered your question before darting his eyes back to the boy who’s busy popping on the dance floor, tinashe’s song playing in the background. he ended his routine with a moonwalk, making his way to the end of the stage. you’re confident that he’s going to win the competition, looking at how precise and clean his moves were. all the late night practices he had eventually paid off when he’s announced as the second placer. nonetheless, he’s still proud of himself, not to mention you and ningning who have been with him throughout his whole journey.

“you did well,” sicheng welcomed him with a fist bump which he reciprocated back. you didn’t know that they were this good of friends.

“i’m starving,” he rubbed his hand onto his stomach, making you remember that your stomach has been rumbling since you only ate a cereal bar that morning. you were about to catch up to yangyang and ningning who were walking fast ahead when you felt a tug on your shirt, looking down to see sicheng crouching down to tie your loose shoelaces.

“you might fall,” he placed his hands into the pockets of his hoodies, waiting for you to come along.

“um, thanks,” you muttered out before catching the glances given by your friends, later teasing you about the scene.

roars of students can be heard coherently, filling the basketball court. the basketball captain, a tall one with black charcoal hair is shooting a three-pointer. the players are then called over to their respective sides for whatever strategy their coaches will be implementing in the third-quarter. the home team is currently leading by five points, knowing that the players wearing the significant red and black jersey have been training their asses off for a while now.

but why exactly did you come to the game tonight? besides from the main event happening in the moment, the other reason is now standing in his position, strumming his electric guitar producing a funky sound that vibrates through the walls - a cue for the start of another buzzing stage. sicheng has been bugging you about watching him perform tonight and after quite some time evaluating, why not? when he finally caught you among the crowd, he flashed you a flirtatious wink. right before the band bowed as gratitude to the audience, he gave you a gesture to wait for him at the back of the gym.

“you came! but seriously, thank you,” he rested the sparkly white guitar against the wall, enveloping you into a hug. this is new, you tried to hide the flustered state of yours as you reciprocated his movement. from the corner of your eyes, you can see a black-haired guy approaching the two of you, followed by one with long, white hair and a bandana nicely keeping the fluffy strands in tact.

“ooh, who’s this?” the first one wiggled his eyebrows, later introducing himself as guanheng, the latter named yuta. to your surprise, the bond between you and them are quick to form with guanheng piloting the conversation. not to mention his subtle jokes making you giggle at times.

“well y/n, your little boyfriend here is getting jealous so we’ll excuse ourselves for now. see you whenever,” guanheng banging his drumsticks into the air while yuta gave you a quick wave before disappearing into the store room of the gymnasium. the nickname they gave sicheng surely made you a bit shy.

boyfriend?

DAY 5

you’re seated in front of the computer screen, your chin resting on the palm of your hands and the tabs of different colours left untouched. you redirected your gaze onto the projector screen, the words ‘arrange, mix, edit and master like a pro’ on it. a long sigh leaving your lips, you try to remember what the producer said earlier.

don’t make the song sound too repetitive

a good buildup promises a good melody

you can have a certain instrument playing only on one part for cinematic impact

DAY 6

“i’m hyo and you’re,” she moved the wheels of her chair to the back a bit to take another look at the clipboard resting on the desk, “sicheng, y/n and jaehyun, right?” the three of you nodded in harmony, anticipating for the next order that will be given.

“okay cool, we’ll be brainstorming first,” and she proceeded to explain what the requirements for this project are. you mouthed out the important points she gave, soft rock, heartbreak and drums. you’re on a roll today, contributing your countless ideas during the first few minutes of the discussion. sicheng just looked at you discussing with hyo, your lips pursed slightly. his gaze seems full of adoration, even jaehyun said so.

“any objections?” hyo looked over to the rest.

“i think she made some great ones. i’m sure this project will come out fresh,” jaehyun voiced out his opinions, sicheng nodding after. he went straight to handling the instruments , you and jaehyun collaborating for the mixing process. hyo eventually chimed in on some times, giving small advice whenever you seem stuck in the brain. with the hours ticking by, you’re feeling more satisfied than ever with your earphones in, listening to the final product created.

all of the participants are then assembled in the hall again, waiting for a final speech by the director which formalizes the end of the camp. sure, you’ve earned worthy knowledge throughout the six days. but if you’re being brutally true to the sound of your heart, it would be how you came to learn sicheng’s true antics. he might be the cocky guy who thinks they have the power to do anything but in truth, he’s just some guy with an honest heart, honest intentions to know you better.

summer break, your most anticipated event for the past few weeks. the moment the last bell rang, that scene in high school musical 2 kept replaying in the back of your head, the students doing a parade in front of the lockers picturing how your little heart is doing backflips in your chest right now. all the beach trips ningning planned is making you feel dizzy. you turned around to a voice calling out your name from the end of the hallway, your eyes catching the sight of sicheng jogging towards your spot. he stopped in front of you, hands on his knees catching his breath.

“are you free tomorrow night? there’s a party at guanheng’s and you know, it would be really cool if you join,” his fingers tracing onto each other, waiting patiently for your response.

you didn’t even have the time to process his invitation when ningning crashed her body against yours, yangyang following suit.

“a party? y/n would totally love to come, right?” ningning nudged your arms softly while yangyang tried to stifle a giggle. you were about to mouth out a ‘what?’ before sicheng cut you off.

“cool, you guys should come too. tomorrow at 10,” he and yangyang exchanged finger guns gestures before leaving the three of you. you just stood there in disbelief, eyeing them up and down before ningning dragged you to the parking lot. a stringful of grumbles escaped your lips, making the guy laugh obnoxiously.

“i can’t believe you guys did that,” you extended the seat belt, buckling it to the slot beside you.

“please. but you do want it, right?” you can’t deny, what she said was true. plus, you should have some fun and distress before having to go back to the usual dull routine of yours.

“how do i look?” you turn around, revealing the baby pink crop top and flare pants on your legs. it’s not your best outfit but giving the cliche excuse - you have nothing to wear, the two articles totally complements each other

“you look hot, that’s all i gotta say. right, yang?” ningning lifted her head from the headboard, glancing over at yangyang who’s going over his messages.

“yeah totally,” he lifted his hands, giving you a thumbs up. you threw a jacket onto your shoulders and grabbed the black purse on your dresser, glancing at the wall mirror one last time.

from the moment you stepped into the venue - guanheng’s place, smells of alcohol lingered around your nose, a group of people cheering ever so loudly over a game of beer pong, some already passed out on the couch. not to mention a brownish stain on the carpet - probably from someone throwing up. the mess would take a whole day to get rid off, you note to yourself. your friends are no longer to be found, both of them getting affiliated with god knows what. your eyes scanned the living room for sicheng but his presence is still nowhere to be found.

you decided to step towards the kitchen bar, pouring a drink for yourself. the mixed sweet and sour taste of it remained on your tongue for a couple of seconds. looking over at the snacks served, you grabbed a strawberry flavoured lollipop from the clear bowl. the crowd is cheering loudly for some type of incident happening at the back of the room, the music has been turned up to be a little louder than the volume before and you’re suddenly getting a little bit overwhelmed. you grabbed your purse and stepped out, inhaling some fresh air and looking up to the starry night sky.

“y/n? where have you been?” sicheng approached you from behind, making you a bit startled.

“sorry, hanging out outside can calm me. where did you go?” you popped the lollipop into your mouth.

“some jerk decided to throw up in front of me,” you pinched your nose with a disgusted expression, making him roll his eyes.

“do you want me to accompany you out here?” he offered. you just nod your head, placing yourself on the patio with him following suit. the sweetening flavour empowering your senses. it’s definitely much more calm out here, allowing you to clear up your mind. it’s not that you hate the atmosphere in the house right now, you’re just not in the mood.

“you know, you look pretty,” you turned around to meet his face. his brown eyes brimming with unconfessed love.

“shut up, stop with the jokes,” you lightly land a smack on his arms.

“what if i say i’m not joking?” he looked straight into your eyes, trying to find any emotion inside you. the sudden seriousness is making you feel much more awkward so you forced out a laugh, turning your attention right back upwards. the stars are shining brightly tonight, you can almost spot a constellation.

“i know what you’re doing, dong sicheng. just stop it already, it’s not working on me.” denial, that’s what you’re experiencing in the hot minute.

a gentle tug can be felt on your wrist, his eyes still not leaving yours.

“didn’t anyone tell you before? you’re really pretty. like, i can’t even describe it to you. you’re just,” he leaned over to caress your cheeks, “pretty,”.

what jaehyun said on the other day is true, after all.

love gives us thrill, the feeling of excitement, the feeling when you’re uncertain about something but when you have that special someone with you, you’re sure to wing it all.

your heart is beating so fast, it could fall out of your chest at any moment now. even the faint music blasting through the speakers inside the house can’t flush down the sound of your heartbeat. you’re not used to this, the sudden need of the significant skin to skin contact that symbolizes love between two individuals.

“can i?” his face in a very near proximity from yours, whispering into your right ear with his honey-like voice. you pulled the candy away from your mouth and nod, giving him the approval he needed before he dived in. heat rose from your stomach to your chest. you could only focus on how soft his crimson lips felt on yours, invading your privacy by all senses. you felt the kiss expand beyond your bodies, whirling you round, swirling you into the stars. he pulled away with a soft smile, you thought you could melt right then and there.

“wow,” that was the only word escaping your throat. your jumping heart still hasn’t settled down yet, your very first kiss still feeling surreal. you could see that sicheng is very much mirroring your emotions, his slender fingers grazing over his lips - the one that has come in contact with yours.

“the strawberry lollipop is sweet,” he commented, making the both of you laugh.

a ping from your phone awakened you from the gushy eye contact with him, unlocking it only to find yangyang’s text message. the second part of it made you fluster.

yang: yo r u coming in or what? and congrats for the kiss, we thought we’d have to wait longer for this

[eddieslittlefreak]

complicated freak - steddie ff.

summary: steve is always late to pick up dustin, and this time he doesn’t even show up, so dustin decides to check up on him. little did he know he will find steve and eddie in a rather interesting situation.

notes: i enjoyed writing this so much :D

Steve felt like his clothes were burning his skin. The neck of his shirt felt like two big hands choking him and getting all the oxygen away from him. He just needed to get rid of it. He basically ripped it off himself, then threw it across the room. 

“Eager, eager.” Eddie smirked on the top of Steve. “That’s a nice shirt, and you almost ripped it.” 

“Yeah, tragedy.” he said sarcastically, then grabbed Eddie’s neck and pulled him down to his lips. They were both already sweating, because a long, teasing make out session before sex in the middle of summer maybe not the best idea. Some metal music was playing from the speakers in the room, but in those moments all Steve could hear was Eddie’s little moans and whimpers as he started to grind down on Steve. Their groins were aching for every possible friction they could get, while their lips were stucked together. Steve harshly tugged on Eddie’s curls, knowing very well how big of a sucker Eddie was for this. And Steve was right. Eddie bit down on Steve’s lip, making it pleasurably ache. 

“You like that, huh?” Steve panted, tightly gripping Eddie’s  hips, pushing him more onto his cock. They were just dry humping for fuck’s sake, but since they craved each other so much, it was just as good as real sex. Or almost.

Just when things were starting to get heavier between the two of them, they heard banging on the door. 

“The only thing that should be banged by now is you by me, so this is really unfortunate.” Eddie whined while climbing down of Steve.

“Steve, I know you’re in there!” it was Dustin. A really really pissed off Dustin.

“Shit! What day is it?” Steve asked, trying to look for a calendar in the room.

“Uhh.. Friday. Is everything okay?” 

“Shit, shit, shit!” Steve cursed, putting his shirt back on and trying to pull it down enough to cover his crotch. “I forgot to pick up Dustin!”

“Oh.” Eddie needed all his energy to bite back his grin.

“He will kill me. Then you.”

“Me? Why?” Eddie chuckled as he followed Steve to the door. He didn’t even bother putting on a shirt.

“You distracted me, Munson.” Eddie didn’t have the time to answer, because Steve opened the door. “Hendersooon! Hey, buddy!” he cheered while Dustin just stared at him with a blank face.

“Steve, today you weren’t late, which is great, but you didn’t even show up this time!” Dustin blinked at him, waiting for some kind of explanation, but Steve already knew he lost it. No way of explaining this. 

“I was about to come!” Steve replied, earning Eddie to clear his throat next to him.

“Were you?” he grinned, lustfully blinking at his lover. 

“Seriously, what’s so important that Steve couldn’t show up?” Dustin questioned with an impatient look on his face.

“Uhm.. funny topic.” Steve laughed a bit forcedly.

“Are you guys hiding something?” Dustin furrowed his eyebrow. “Let me see!” he dodged the two of them, rushing into the trailer.

“Dustin, no! Dude!” Steve said a bit dramatically.

“Why does this smell so much like sweat here? Loud music on? Messy sheets? Clothes on the floor?” he turned to Steve. “Your shirt is ripped!” he pointed at his shoulder.

“Told ya.” Eddie whispered and Steve just rolled his eyes.

“Are you guys fucking?” 

“Dustin, man, what the fuck.” Eddie laughed. He didn’t feel awkward, because let’s be honest, he was never the type who you can embarrass. But Steve was. He was at least as red as a tomato, just bouncing on his heels, standing next to the calm, flirty Eddie.

“Exactly!” Dustin cheered. “Steve, you could have just told me that you’re gonna be busy with your boyfriend instead of making me wait 40 minutes.”

“Sorry, I-”

“I’m sorry I disturbed the process.” now that was one way to say that he basically kicked the door at them while having the naughties. “Have fun I guess? Enjoy whatever your body is ready to give you.” at this point Steve felt like he was about to pass out, while Eddie just giggled next to him.

“Have a good day, Henderson. Let yourself out.” Eddie waved to Dustin. He finally closed the door and now there were only Steve, Eddie and whatever their body was ready to give them.

“Did he you just call you my boyfriend?” Steve finally spoke.

“Yeah, I think he did.” Eddie nodded, smiling at Steve like some lunatic who saw the full moon for the first time. “Steve..?”

“Yeah?” 

“Wanna be my boyfriend?” he asked, voice soft, words falling out of his mouth so easily. Steve couldn’t keep back his smile.

“Yeah.” he answered. “I wanna be your boyfriend.” it was a beautiful moment and both of them were the romantic type, but they had other rushing problems such as.. “Eddie?”

“Yeah, Stevie?” Eddie traced Steve’s face with his fingers.

“I’m so glad to be your boyfriend, but I feel like my pants are about to explode on me.” this made Eddie chuckle before saying;

“Let’s work on that then, big boy.”

[queenbeean]

forbidden / dark!nomad!steve rogers

part three

warnings: this is a dark fic, MINORS DON’T INTERACT; dubcon, prostitution, heavy smut, voyeurism, exhibitionism and more stuff i’ll come back and add

author’s note: this is not edited, if you pls would tell me what you think about it, if people are liking it or if i should stop

fun fact: it took me three more days than i planned to write this part and i’m sorry if it sucks

pairing: dark!nomad!steve rogers x f!reader

taglist: @sweater-daddiesdumbdork ; let me know if anyone wants to be added

Steve grunted in annoyance. He couldn’t quite get you out of his mind. He tried convincing himself that it was only the knowledge that he was taking your virginity. That was it. That had to be it. He let you go get some rest after he and Bucky explored your sensitive spots. He had never been harder than at that point, with your cunt and your sweet nectar and your intoxicating scent so close to him. He had always prided himself in being a patient man. Even after so many fall outs and events that led him to where he was right now, he never experienced something quite like this. Wanting to just get Bucky out of there, spread you on the table like you were his last meal and fuck you until he tired.

Last night he had to settle for showering by himself like he always did although the thought of you on your knees while he washed your hair...

“No.” He hit his table with his fist. Pushing the button on the intercom, he all but growled. “Get Lauren in here. Now.”

“Boss, do you mean Lorraine?” Roman wondered.

“Yeah, whatever. I want her here in two minutes.”

Steve heard Roman swallowed hard. “Uh, yes, Boss, I’ll bring her right away.”

The room was silent again. Only his thoughts running wild with thoughts of you. The way you were so willingly obedient. He had loved every bit of skin he got to touch the night before. The way you were so sensitive in between your soft tits. The way your toes curled whenever he ran his calloused fingers from your belly button to where your clit was nestled, the sides of your outer lips...

“Sir, you requested me?”

Steve looked in front of him, to the door where Lorraine was sporting a mischievous smile. He smirked. He knew Lorraine would always be up for a good fucking session no matter what time of the day it was. She was so thirsty for him but would always try to stay for more. What else could he offer her, he didn’t know. “Close the door and come here.” He got up from the chair and unbuttoned his shirt and pants, then proceeding to take them off, leaving him in the nude. He saw Lorraine taking her gown off and dropping it on the floor. He couldn’t help but compare her body to yours. But he mentally shook his head.

“On the table. Now.” Steve growled and took a condom from his desk drawer. Once he put it on, he walked up to Lorraine and made her lay on the table. “You are always so wet for me.” He marveled at her glistening lips and gushing hole. “Open wide.” Lorraine spread her legs wider and used her fingers to spread her lips.

Steve groaned at the sight and quickly pushed his impressive length in. Both him and Lorraine moaned out loud. “Sir, y-you are so b-big.” The lady in front of him gasped but he was too distracted by the way his cock struggled to penetrate her hole. He could only pray you’d be able to take him.

“How many times have I fucked you and you are still this tight.” Steve grunted and continued his assault on her pussy. He pulled her her closer by her thighs and lifted her up slightly. Lorraine moaned louder and tried to grip his hands, the new angle had his tip reaching that spot deep inside.

“S-sir, p-please.” She shut her eyes and squirmed, her orgasm was coming fast and Steve knew this. He pulled out of her and helped her up. Without much of a word, he took her arm and brought her to the side of his desk. She tried to stand in front of him, chest to chest but Steve wanted to picture your face instead. Besides, he didn’t want to give Lorraine false hope or hope for that matter.

“Leg up.” Steve tapped her left leg and she immediately complied. He used one hand to spread her ass cheeks and the other to push his cock in. The squelching sounds were obscene along with the slapping of skin.

“I’m s-so close, Sir.”

“I know, come on, cum.” Steve grunted as he felt as her walls squeezed him hard. He was so close but he needed something else. With one arm, he hooked her leg on his arm and brought his free hand to rub harsh circles on her clit. The amount of pleasure from that along with her orgasm had her squirting all over. Steve chased his orgasm as the squeezing got more intense but what made him cum hard was the sound of the door opening and innocent eyes widening as they looked at him.

You gasped at the scene in front of you. The Boss has orgasmed once with you but were you able to make him cum like she did? Would he grip your hips as hard and rut into you as deep and hard as he was with her? Adverting your eyes, Roman, who had brought you in, gave you a little push before leaving you inside with the sex-smelling couple.

“Y/N?” Steve heaved as he pulled out of the blonde. “Get upstairs. Wait for me.” Your eyes followed his gesture and you noticed for the first time the stairs that wrapped around the wall to your right. “You can leave now, Lorraine.” You heard the Boss say.

“Oh, yes, Sir.” Her voice sounded disappointed and you caught a glimpse of her. She looked sad as she put on her gown back but when she caught your eye, her lips turned into a smirk. “Good luck doing what I did.” You heard her whisper to you and unknowingly to you, so did Steve.

You continued up, getting more nervous than you already were. Part of you had been excited about the Boss taking your virginity. He was handsome and big everywhere and it was foolish of you to think that way of him. He had a reputation and the only way he paid attention to you was because of your virginity. You couldn’t afford to think he was different with you for something besides that.

But now, after seeing how hard he had cum thanks to Lorraine, you were sure you were going to be a disappointment to him, probably to his business too. And you didn’t know what could be of you if you didn’t please him enough. He might sell you or offer you to the lower class which in this town was known to not have enough to afford so the women sent there were used more often and with less precautions. It had been really good luck that Marina found this place for both of you.

Your thoughts stopped when you reached the second floor and opened the door. Your eyes widened as you took in the dark room. A single bed in the middle, covered with dark colored sheets. Ropes were tied to the four posts. The wall to the right of the entrance was all window. The opposite one and the one opposite the door along with the ceiling were all mirror. On the last wall, your heart started beating faster. All kinds of contraptions, toys, lubes, and whatnot were on there.

Walking to the window, you tried to settle down your heartbeat. You needed this so you needed to stay calm and do whatever he asked of you. He was the key to your survival and you were going to do everything in your power to make your way here.

With that new mindset, you exhaled and waited patiently for the Boss. Should you be worried that he’s taking a long time to get here? You were sure you were in the right place because it was the only door up here.

As you decided to go check again, the door opened and the Boss walked in, freshly showered and only wearing a towel. Water droplets were falling off his locks and into his broad chest while the ones on his abdomen trailed down and disappeared when they touched the low-hung towel. You swallowed hard again.

“I hope you were well rested.” The Boss said, snapping you out of your naughty thoughts.

“Yes, Sir. I did.” You looked down and the hard beating of your heart prevented you from listening to his bare feet stepping close to you.

Suddenly, his naked lower half appeared in your line of vision and your eyes snapped up. “Did you like what you saw?” He asked and you noticed that he was now drying his wet dirty blond hair with the very same towel that had covered his beautiful cock.

“I- Sir, I-”

The Boss took one of your hands and placed it on the middle of his chest. “I don’t want to have to remind you that I expect an answer when I ask you something. Is that clear, doll?” His voice was deep and you clenched your pussy.

“Clear, Sir. I apologize.”

“So?”

You swallowed and scrambled to remember what he had asked you. “Y-yes, Sir. You have a beautiful body.”

“It’s all yours today.” The Boss whispered as his hands started playing with the hem of your gown, a little distraction from the sweet smell of in between your legs. “Touch me, Y/N.”

“Yes, Sir.” Your hand moved, trailing down his sculpted torso until you reached the small hairs that surrounded his cock. Then you wrapped your small hand around him, noticing how your fingers wouldn’t meet. And you squeezed him a little.

Steve moaned. “I-I already know you like my cock but what about downstairs? I could tell you were aroused when you saw me fucking Laura.” He started bucking his hips, helping you fuck your fist.

You placed your other hand to help jack his cock off better. “I d-don’t know, Sir.”

“You do know, pretty girl.” Steve moved his hands to the straps of your gown and let them fall off of your shoulders. “Now tell me. I want to know how naughty you are.”

At his words, you started pumping him harder. “I-I,” You swallowed hard and felt the wetness gathering in your outer lips. “I liked the way you f-fucked her. I-I wanted to be in her place b-but you are so... big. What if I can’t fit you, Sir?” As your concerns grew bigger, you guided his cock closer to where you needed him most and you realized you started to slightly hump against nothing.

“Oh, fuck.” Steve groaned and he felt his ball sack tighten at your words. “Your pussy will fit me, doll. I’ll make sure of that.” He stopped you and grabbed your arm, pushing you towards the bed. You whimpered as you struggled to settle on the bed. The Boss was fast to get on top of you and faster than you could realize, he was ripping your gown from the middle, moving it aside so he could stare at your tits. “I have so many plans for your body, doll.”

An estrangled moan left your lips when the Boss dove onto your nipples, carefully taking the nub in between his teeth. “That feels so g-good, Sir.”

In response, Steve took your other nipple in between two fingers and toyed with it until he had you gasping. “Do you think your pussy is ready?” He asked in between licks.

Another set of moans broke out as you felt his saliva being brushed around by the thick hairs of his beard. “Yes, Sir, please touch me.” Your thighs tried pressing together but his thick body prevented you from having any sort of friction.

“Are you going to be a good girl and do as I say?” Steve asked as his fingers trailed down your body until his forefinger found your drenched bundle of nerves.

“Y-yes, Sir.” You said in between moans. You gasped as he started gently rubbing your clit, applying enough pressure to have you writhing underneath him.

“Yes, what?” Steve smirked and dragged his finger lower, to where your cunt was gushing and with two fingers, he dipped them enough to have them thickly covered of your juices.

“Oh, Sir, please.” You moaned again when you felt his fingertips swirling around. “I’ll be your... your g-good girl.” You responded when you felt him remove his fingers.

Steve did something he has never done before and it wasn’t spreading your juices all over your lips but kissing you as he did that. And you tasted magnificent. Like nothing he has ever tasted and it drove him even crazier. Your tongue slipped a little into his mouth and it only made you kiss you harder. Almost as if he wanted to bruise you for being so sinful to him.

“Enough foreplay.” He grunted more to himself than to you. “I’m only going to tell you once. I need you to relax, otherwise everything will hurt that much more for you.”

Your eyes widened before you closed them and you started taking deep breaths. “Yes, Sir.”

“Open your eyes, Y/N. I want to see them as I take you.” He whispered in your ear and as soon as you did, he thrusted one finger inside your tight channel.

“Fuck.” You moaned and shut your eyes but quickly opened them for him. His finger was dragging up and down your walls deliciously. It was thicker and longer than yours and...

“Language.”

“Sorry, Sir.” You whispered but your breath caught in your throat when he added a second finger. It wasn’t slow and it was a very big stretch. You put your hand on his shoulder but he distracted you by attacking your lips with a kiss once more. His lips were enough to distract you from the momentary pressure and a slight curving of his fingers had you gasping, giving him the best opportunity to enter his tongue and massage it with yours. Both of you moaned and the incessant pumping of his fingers had you clenching your walls but you needed more. “Sir?”

Steve wanted to do anything you’d ask him as you looked at him with those doe eyes of yours and your breathless voice, all thanks to him. “Yes, princess?” But he never stopped pumping his fingers.

“Can you go faster?” Steve smiled, genuinely and it had been a while. You were such a precious thing and he couldn’t believe how lucky he had been when you were brought to him in a silver platter. Such an innocent being that he thought he’d never have as his actual self... “I’m sorry, Sir. I overstepped-”

“No, doll. You didn’t but your scent is driving me crazy. I think I’ve opened you enough for my cock.” You whimpered when you were left empty as he went for a condom and lube although he smirked at that. With how wet you were, he doubted he’d need lube. But he had to also remember that it was your first time and that he was well packed. He kneeled in between your legs when he came back, then he spread your legs as much as he could without making you uncomfortable. “Remember, doll, relax as much as you can.”

Steve saw you nod as he rolled the condom on. He could smell as your scent got stronger and your heart beat faster and his own heart swelled. For the first time in a while, he felt happy. You wanted him and he never knew he’d want you as much.

Once he saw you more relaxed, he positioned himself at your entrance. The contact of his supersensitive tip to your gushing hole had his abs contracting. He took a deep breath and pushed it in slowly. He winced when he felt you tensing. He looked over at you and felt bad when he saw you shutting your eyes tightly.

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” When you did, his demeanor changed. A lone tear left your eye and he cursed at himself. Another first for him, stopping. “I’m going to pull out.”

“No!” You interjected and gripped his waist. “I’m ready, I promise.” This time your eyes were pleading for him to continue. Many things were going through your head. If he didn’t want to take you, what was going to happen to you? Did you not feel good enough for him? “I know I’m not experienced but please let me try to please you, I know I can do it. Please.”

The breaking of your voice made it difficult for Steve but more than that, your scent and the way you looked underneath him. He didn’t know how to be gentle and but he knew that girls like you were easy to break. One rough snap of his hips and he could destroy you and he’s sure he wouldn’t be able to not care about your well being.

“Okay, doll. I’ll play with your clit a little more.” He said and dropped his head to kiss you once more. You placed your hands on his prickly cheeks and returned his kiss with as much passion as you could as you tried to focus on it instead of the pad of his thumb rubbing circles on your bundle.

Once he felt you relax, he started kissing you from your cheek to your jaw and the spot where your neck met your shoulder.

“Oh, shit, S-sir.” You yelped in surprised when you felt his teeth nip at your soft skin.

Steve used the distraction to wet his cock in your juices and enter you again, very slowly. This time it was a tad easier to penetrate your pulsing walls.

“Fuck, doll. You feel so-so good. Fuck, fuck.” Steve moaned loud as he kept pushing in very gently.

“Sir!”

“Call me Steve, Y/N.” He didn’t even realize he told you to call him that but he didn’t regret it one bit as you screamed his name over and over until he reach the deepest spot inside you even though he was only half way in.

“Steve?” You whimpered as your walls struggled to accommodate him. “You are so big.” You gasped in between breath intakes.

“I’m going to move now, doll. You feel so good.” That was the only warning he gave you before he started off slow but after rubbing your clit a little more and getting you wetter, you were slick enough to move more freely. He moved one of your legs over his hips and you moaned loudly, the obscene sounds of your juices squelching had him closing his eyes in pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Steve, more, please Sir.” You begged with tears in your eyes. Your nails were marking his back as if you were marking your territory.

He allowed himself to go faster, his hips thrusting harder and harder until he felt his balls were slapping your back entrance. He grabbed your other leg and hooked it over his arm, the new angle making reach further inside you and he knows you felt it as you tried stopping him but this is what both of you wanted.

“You are squeezing me too much, doll. Are you ready to cum?” Steve groaned as your walls gripped him too hard. If you weren’t so slick, he’s sure your pussy would push you out. But he was relentless and you felt like heaven.

You nodded at his question. The incessant pumping of his cock inside of you was almost too much and you were about to break...

Suddenly, your world was turned upside down. Steve rolled both of you so that now you were straddling him. You let out a very pornographic-like moan and dropped your head back as you felt yourself sinking into his cock, almost entirely.

“Steve!”

Your walls contracted hard enough to induce his orgasm at the same time as you started milking him for all he was worth. Your palms were firmly on his chest as he prolonged your high by moving your hips in circles, making both of you moan uncontrollably.

“Open your eyes, Y/N.”

You tried so hard and finally opened them to be greeted by the most beautiful sight ever. Steve’s reddened and pleasure filled expression would forever be engrained in your mind. He was the most beautiful man you’ve ever seen and he had just given you the greatest pleasure of your life.

“Steve?”

“There you go.” Steve praised. “Good girl.” He rolled you both again, being mindful of your weak body while making sure he didn’t slip out of you. He cupped the back of your head and laid you gently on one of the pillows. You were done for the night. He could feel the light aftershocks and the slight squeezing of your walls on his semi hard cock. “I’m going to pull out now.”

“No,” You opened your eyes and gripped his forearm. “Not yet, please.”

Steve nodded. You were right, he’d needed to give you time so pulling out wouldn’t hurt you as much. But what he didn’t know was that you didn’t want to be empty of him. He was a man you’d never have so you wanted to prolong the illusion a little longer. Come tomorrow, you’d be another of his pleasure assets, your Boss but for now, he was just Steve. The man who made you feel alive.

And Steve, as he laid next to you carefully, felt whole for the first time in a long, long time.