#but yeah again as always these are just my own thoughts and opinions

[wygolvillage]

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[three-moving]

i’m so tempted to write a whole ass essay on how marinette isn’t in love with adrien and chat isn’t in love with ladybug, they’re in love with the idea of each other, but a) i am Tired and b) i don’t think i could find enough supporting evidence lmao

[bublegvm]

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[smileysuh]

class project

🌙 staring. Mingyu & Wonwoo x afab!Reader

🔮 synopsis.  You’re less than enthusiastic about being paired with notorious frat boys Mingyu and Wonwoo for a class project. They make it a point to change your opinion of them... by being the ultimate meanies. 

cw/ tw. Mean Dom Wonwoo, threesome, unprotected sex, oral (m/f receiving), hand jobs, fingering, spanking, choking, biting, thigh riding, marks, dirty talk, pet names, degradation, voyeurism, edging, making Mingyu read a class project while Wonwoo rails you, etc…

👹 rating. 18+ explicit I wc. 9.3k

🍭 aus. frat/uni au, poly, etc…

☀️ mlist + an. meanie own my life

“So when do we want to study?” you ask, twirling your pencil and fighting the urge to pop a bubble with your gum - which you’ve been told is annoying - as you eye the two men sitting across from you.

They’re both looking at something Mingyu’s phone, and neither of the notorious frat boys react to your question. Mingyu giggles at something on his screen, and Wonwoo shoves his friend’s shoulder.

You sigh, done with their antics, and besides, you have a class to get to. “I’m free Friday-”

“We have a frat party on Friday,” the elder of the two men breathes, still not looking at you, eyes continuing to scan Mingyu’s screen while he reads something that makes his friend giggle again.

Of course Wonwoo has selective hearing and can only respond to you when it’s to protect his precious plans for a party-

“But,” Mingyu says, looking up finally and flashing you a soft smile - you can see why all the girls bend over backwards for the tall photography major - “You could come to the frat before the party and we could study then,” he suggests. “You could even stay for the party if you want!”

You sigh, exchanging phone numbers, and although you tentatively agree to stay for the party afterwards, you have no intention of actually following through.

You just want your project done.

You’ve been invited to a few of the frat parties, in fact, you’re pretty sure the two guys you were just paired for a project with know your best friend, Joshua, who - although you’re always seem to forget - is in a frat on campus.

He’d met the frat president in September- some guy he calls Scoops? - through a friend in his art class, and your best friend had been hooked. Being accepted into the frat had been all too easy for a guy like Joshua.

Your frat bestie answers his phone on the second ring, bubbly voice making you take a deep breath, he always knows how to calm you down. “Hey! How was class?” he asks, and you can hear music playing softly behind him. You’ll always be shocked at his ability to study at all hours of the day. 

“It was fine. I got partnered up for a project with these two frat guys though-”

“Oh no,” Joshua laughs, he knows you have a love hate relationship with your university’s Greek System. “Do I know them?”

“I think so, I have their names somewhere, but one of them was like... really tall? The dude he was with was tall too, but-”

“Mingyu and Wonwoo,” Joshua spits the names out immediately.

You laugh, running a hand through your hair as you take a seat at your next class, pulling out your books. “Yeah, them. Are they nice?”

The line is quiet for a moment, your thoughtful best friend choosing his words carefully. 

“They're decent guys,” he says finally. “They share a room, and stay in there a lot, but Mingyu is a big partier.”

You’re not surprised that - out of the two men - Mingyu is the one with the obvious affinity for the frat life. Wonwoo had struck you as a little shy, even if he does try to protect himself with the ‘frat boy confidence shell’ and all black outfits complete with combat boots. 

“Well, I’ll be at the frat on Friday to study with them.”

“Are you coming to the party after?” Joshua asks, and you can hear the excitement in his voice. He’s gradually getting more used to his new group of guy friends, and you know he wants you to come party with him at least once. 

You sigh, toying with the idea of going to find some cute guy to make out with, if nothing else. “We’ll see.”

Mingyu is already half drunk by the time you show up to work on your project, and you can’t help the frustration that bubbles under your skin.

Wonwoo offers you a small smile that seems to say ‘sorry about him’ and you wonder if this is just what Mingyu is like on a daily basis... you have seen him drinking from a flask in class but you’d always just sort of assumed it was water or something- you’d never considered he was actually drinking mid seminar- but maybe you should set your bar a little lower.

The tall puppy frat boy even smells a little boozy despite the cologne that’s obviously being used as an attempt to hide it, but when you pop a big chunk of pink bubblegum into your mouth, the taste quickly overcomes your senses. 

Soon Mingyu is asking for a piece, taking a seat and looking for direction.

The good thing is, Mingyu is eager to help wherever he can.

He’s constantly moving, buzzing around the small room and doing any task you set him too.

Wonwoo, in contrast, stays quite still, seated on his bed with his laptop out and big headphones that block him out from his buzzing roommate.

The grungy frat boy seems to have a good sense of what needs to be done, so you mostly stick with Mingyu, who offers you a spot on his bed across from Wonwoo’s.

Mingyu plays the part of the DJ, distracting you every now and again when he asks for your opinion on a song you could really care less about... but giving him the task of finding good music shuts him up long enough for you to get large sections of reading done before the puppy is back up and eager for more commands.

You can hear the frat house starting to come alive at around eight, and you groan at how much time has passed with such little to show for it on your end (you’ve been sending things to Wonwoo and putting stuff on the google doc but Wonwoo’s the one making the script and putting together slides).

The voices of frat boys are getting louder in the hallway outside-

The door to Mingyu and Wonwoo’s room opens abruptly and two men stick their heads in. 

“Oh,” One says, eyes scanning the room. He’s familiar, you think he’s the frat president Joshua has told you about. “You have a girl over.” 

“A pretty girl!” The other smiles at you, “Hi, I’m Dino!” 

“Are you three coming to the party?” The first guy asks, ignoring his friend’s flirtation. 

Mingyu, who is now at least 70% drunk - he’d spat out the bubble gum long ago in favour of beer, which he’d claimed tasted like cotton candy due to the mixing of wheat and hubba bubba - is quick to jump to his feet. “Yes!” 

“Beer pong, play on my team?” The leader points at your tall class project partner and Mingyu practically bounces out of his skin.

“Yes!” Mingyu says loudly again, running to the door to join his friends. He stops just as he’s about to disappear from sight, pausing to look at you and Wonwoo, “unless-”

“Just go,” Wonwoo says, eyes still glued to his computer screen. 

“Should I stay?” Dino asks, smiling widely at you and the newly freed spot next to you on the bed, “I can fill in for Mingyu-”

“Not like he was doing much anyways,” Wonwoo mutters matter of factly, not bothering to read the situation - his frat brother flirting with you - with his eyes, and instead being blunt.

With a sigh of defeat, Dino leaves, closing the door behind him, which shuts you in with silence and Wonwoo.

The man, who is dressed in black sweats and a dark V-neck that fits him a bit too tightly on his broad shoulders, doesn’t say anything, and even as the music starts blasting downstairs, the two of you diligently work on your project. 

At around nine, Wonwoo stretches his arms over his head and checks the time. 

You’ve been at it for hours. 

“Are you hungry?” he asks you suddenly, pushing down his headphones and running a hand through his pretty curls. You notice for the first time that his nails are painted, chipped, but there’s still effort there, and although they’re as black as the rest of his outfit, they look good.

“A little,” you confess, swallowing thickly to enjoy what’s left of your last piece of gum, which you’d been trying to use as a dinner substitute- to no avail. You tear your eyes away from the man who is becoming prettier and prettier the lazier his attire gets- which shouldn’t be possible. 

“There’s a McDonalds down the street.” Wonwoo says, raising a hand to push his circular glasses up his nose. He’d put them on a little while ago, and now that you’re looking at his face instead of working, you can appreciate the way they show off his angular cheekbones and sharp jaw- “The food sucks, but it’s food. Want to get out of here?” 

It’s funny to hear those words coming from at Frat boy who has you inside his room already. Very counterintuitive, and in that moment, you decide this particular frat boy isn’t so bad- especially since he did just spend something like three hours working hard... as far as you can tell.

Before you can answer, there’s a knock on Wonwoo’s door. “Come in!” he shouts, and your best friend is the next boy to pop his head into the small room, a smile appearing on his face when he sees you.

“You’re still here!” Joshua exclaims. “I saw Mingyu doing a keg stand and thought maybe you’d left already.” He enters the room, waving to Wonwoo, who casts his eyes down at the screen in an effort to give you a little privacy, headphones staying around his neck.

“No, we’re still working,” you tell your friend, groaning and stretching your arms over your head, toying with the idea of closing your laptop.

“What about Mingyu?” Joshua asks, collapsing onto the bed next to you.

"You know how he is, he’ll do the actual speaking part of the presentation,” Wonwoo explains. “So he’s still sort of carrying his weight.”

Joshua nods, looking you up and down. “You’re not really dressed to party, Pipsqueak.”

You groan at the name he’d given you years ago.

“I am, it’s just under this hoodie.” You close your laptop, feeling done, and stand up, lifting your hoodie to show off the shirt you have underneath.

Joshua inspects you with the eye of a friend, nodding.

“Sexy,” he says, earning a choked sound from Wonwoo who hides his expression with a hand, pretending to be reading something on his screen. “Tell her she looks good!” Joshua grins at the frat boy’s reaction.

“She looks good,” Wonwoo says blankly, not looking up at you.

“But?” you ask, knowing there’s a ‘but’ on the end of his sentence. 

Wonwoo sighs, then he also gets rid of his laptop, standing and heading to Mingyu’s side of the room. He opens a drawer and pulls out a bunch of clothing that obviously belongs to women.

“Why does Mingyu have a crop top and all of these panties-” Joshua’s voice trails of as he realizes they’re in the drawer dedicated to things Mingyu’s conquests have left behind- he lets go of the tiger print thong he’d picked up.

“This,” - Wonwoo pulls out a black shirt - “is what you should wear. It will be nicer on you than the girl who owned it originally anyways. In fact, you should take anything in here that you want.” He runs a hand through his flouncy dark curls while assessing the conquest drawer. “Change in here, I’ll head out and join the party. You can leave stuff here and the door will lock when you two come out.” 

Wonwoo quickly exits the room, which leaves you alone with your best friend, who holds the shirt out to you. 

“What did you do to him to make him so weird?” Joshua asks as you take off your hoodie and your shirt. You’ve been friends with the LA raised man for so long, changing in front of each other is meaningless now.

“What do you mean?” you counter, tugging the fabric over your head.

Joshua shrugs. “He just feels off.”

“Maybe he’s tired,” you suggest, smoothing the shirt down before searching for a mirror, which you find in the corner, half covered by a large puffer jacket you think you’ve seen Mingyu wear in the winter time- you might not love the guy, but with a face like that, well, it’s hard to miss him.

Wonwoo was right about the shirt, though, it looks stunning on you.

“So, who are you dressing up for, Wonwoo or Mingyu?” Joshua teases, coming to stand next to you, shoulder nudging into the back of your own.

You laugh at the notion as the two of you leave the room together, but try as you might, you can’t shake Joshua’s words. Not as the two of you grab drinks, nor as the two of you dance and Joshua points out guys who are looking at you- You try to help him with a few girls instead, and soon, Joshua pairs off with a pretty brunette, which leaves you alone.

In no time, you’re ready to go home.

But first, you need to find Wonwoo or Mingyu to get access to their room and your stuff.

Mingyu is easy enough to spot in the crowd. He’s so tall and loud that your eyes find him before your brain has even really registered you’re looking.

The photography major is at the beer pong table, with Wonwoo - his ever constant shadow - by his side.

When you approach them, you touch Wonwoo first, which draws his pretty, dark eyes to you, all the more magnified by his glasses.

“Are you leaving?” he asks, reaching into his pocket for his key so he can just give it to you to go retrieve your things and save himself the trip back up the stairs.

“She’s not leaving,” Mingyu’s hands reach out and he pulls you to be standing between them. You suddenly feel very small next to the two six foot plus frat boys. “She’s playing on our team. Group Project forever!”

A few bystanders, who look as drunk as Mingyu, raise their glasses to cheer on your new trio. Wonwoo is smiling next to you at Mingyu’s antics, and he trusts you can get yourself out of this situation if you really want to.

Mingyu hands you a pingpong ball, and then, without even asking, he moves to stand behind you, hands settling on your hips. 

“Aim for the middle cup,” he whispers into your ear, breath sending a shiver through your body as it caresses the sensitive skin of your neck. 

The tall man waits behind you, unmoving, as you line up your shot and take it.

The ball sinks into the middle cup and Mingyu immediately erupts into a celebration, turning you around so he can grab you.

His arms wrap around your middle and he lifts you a good foot or so off the ground, spinning you around until you’re almost dizzy, if not from the motion, then from the acceptance and the aesthetic that has washed over you at being celebrated for your beer pong skills with a gorgeous frat boy-

When Mingyu sets you down, he looks at you for the first real time, hands still on your hips to keep you just away from his chest. “Hey! This is Cindy’s shirt!” he says, eyes dipping down and his fingers picking at the material.

“Wonwoo said I could wear it-”

“You look amazing!” Mingyu tells you, and you realize he had no intention of chastising you for having found your way into his hook up lost and found.

He can’t believe how good you look, can’t believe his usually foolproof skill of having x-ray imagination vision didn’t set him off to your attractiveness.

Well, you have his attention now. 

A ball lands in a cup on your side of the table and it draws Mingyu’s attention. While he’d been looking at you, his friends on the other side of the table had taken a trick shot and it had gone in, meaning he has to drink twice. 

“Stop being so distracted!” One of the men on the other side of the table yells at him. You notice a tiger sticker on the frat boy’s phone as he slides it into his pocket.

The man next to him is grinning, “Mingyu, talk to the pretty girl as much as you want,” he shouts, “It will make beating you go faster!”

“You’re not going to beat us!” Mingyu yells back, then turns to you and Wonwoo. “We can’t let Hoshi and DK beat us,” he says seriously, then he holds up a pingpong ball to you, “Kiss it for good luck.”

You sigh and do as you’re told, leaning in to kiss the ball. 

“You too.” Mingyu thrusts his hand out towards Wonwoo next, and after an exasperated eye roll, Wonwoo also follows through.

Mingyu turns to face his opponents. 

Next to you, Wonwoo says loudly, “Oh shit, who let Seungkwan get on a table again?”

Both of the men across from you turn around, looking for this ‘Seungkwan’ who, from Wonwoo’s sly expression, you know is not, in fact, on a table. 

With their backs turned, Mingyu does a trick shot just like the other team had, and like them, he sinks it.

“Your turn to double drink,” Mingyu announces proudly, his arm thrown over your shoulders to celebrate his own success. 

Wonwoo gets the ball next, and you note the way he unfolds his arms from over his chest to throw.

His form is impeccable, and he sinks his shot too, leaving the other team with just one cup left.

Both Hoshi and DK miss their shots, and the ball goes to Mingyu again. He rubs it between his hands, then presents it to you. “Kiss,” he states.

Again, both you and Wonwoo follow the instruction, watching with your breaths held as Mingyu makes his throw.

It sinks cleanly into the cup.

You’re not prepared for Mingyu’s celebration dance this time, which he kicks off by leaning down and simply throwing you over his shoulder. 

A screech leaves your lips as people make way for the massive man, who starts to move and spin, prompting you to hold him tightly. 

“Mingyu let me down!” you yell, but you can’t help the laugh in your voice.

Even you have to admit this is fun.

“We won!” Mingyu shouts back, ignoring you as he parades through the house. 

Everyone is looking at you being carried through the building, and it’s the frat president who finally comes up to say, “Mingyu, put the pretty girl down.”

You wonder why everyone is referring to you as ‘pretty girl’, maybe it’s a frat house thing. You don’t really mind. Your skin feels on fire from embarrassment but also something else. 

Mingyu finally sets you down, and you’re not shocked when Wonwoo’s there to steady you, having followed his friends' motions through the crowd. Mingyu still has a destination in mind though, even now that you’re not on his shoulder. He grabs your hand to continue dragging you.

“Where are we going?” you ask.

“To the room to study!” Mingyu announces. 

You flash a look at Wonwoo who just shrugs, a smile on his face as the two of you begin climbing the stairs to the second floor. 

“You want to study right now?” you question, confused at the man who has a firm grip on your hand while he pulls you after him.

“I have to do my part,” Mingyu insists, which makes no sense to you, seeing as his part is the actual presenting of your work, and you’re not even done setting it up yet.

The puppy frat boy is tipsy, that much is obvious. 

Mingyu’s words aren’t entirely coherent, but you trust him and Wonwoo as you’re once more shut into their room. 

“Mingyu-ah,” Wonwoo’s voice is stern and low, despite the affectionate nickname, something you’re not used to.

The taller man doesn’t even look up as he moves through the room, producing a bottle of rum from seemingly nowhere. 

“What’s he doing?” you ask, able to pick up on the fact that something in the room is a little odd.

“He has this weird ritual-” Wonwoo begins to explain, but he’s cut off by Mingyu throwing a pillow at him.

“Let me woo her in peace!” 

“Oh god,” Wonwoo groans, stepping forward so his shoulder is just brushing yours. “I’m sorry about this,” The flouncy haired man says to you, and before you can get him to clarify what he means, the light in the room is changing to pretty blue hues from a line of light tiles on the wall, and then Mingyu has both your hands in his.

“You’re really pretty,” he says, beaming down at you. “I’m sorry I’m not much help with studying, but I promise I’ll do better.”

“It’s fine,” you tell him as he leads you over to sit on his bed.

“Use your words Mingyu, she’s not just some girl from downstairs.” Wonwoo’s voice once again makes your skin tingle, especially due to the context, which is getting spicier and spicier with each passing moment. 

“You look so good,” Mingyu groans, surprising you when he gets onto the floor instead of next to you on the bed. He sits on his knees in front of you, looking up at you with big eyes, “I want-” He swallows thickly and licks his lips, hand reaching out to tug at the cuff of your jeans. His fingers brush by your ankle and that brief contact makes you suck in a breath. 

“Words,” Wonwoo says again.

“I want,” Mingyu says with vigour again, “please give me a taste?”

A taste. 

You’d heard rumours that the guys in this frat can be a bit... different from other frats. You’ve heard that threesomes aren't uncommon, and that they’re genuinely good guys who care about female pleasure. But you’d never imagined yourself to ever be in a situation like this.

“Please?” Mingyu says again, inching forward so he can massage your calves with large, warm hands, and rest his chin on your knee, teeth nipping at the denim teasingly as he blinks up at you with puppy dog eyes.

You look up at Wonwoo, who is watching, and has moved to sit on a gaming chair on his side of the room. He’s sitting comfortably, thighs spread and looking beautiful in black sweats- chest all broad. He doesn’t say anything, and you know that this isn’t the first time they’ve done this sort of thing with a girl. 

Now you’re wondering if Wonwoo is going to do anything, or if he’s just going to watch. 

“Try kissing her first, Gyu,” Wonwoo suggests, arms crossing over his chest and making his biceps bulge deliciously.

You swallow thickly at the dominance Wonwoo’s exhibiting. You’d been so busy studying earlier you hadn’t thought much about their dynamic, but regardless, they’re breaking any preconceived notion you had.

“But I’m hungry,” Mingyu wines, once again biting into your knee gently before peaking up at you for a reaction. 

Wonwoo sighs at the whiney drunk man, then he stands up, approaching the bed and holding a hand out for you.

You make the decision to trust them both, to see where this night goes, and you take his hand.

Wonwoo pulls you to your feet. He’s good at reading people, and he can tell you’ve resigned yourself to him and Mingyu. He wastes no time kissing you, hands moving to your hips to pull you closer, as gently as possible, although he wants to dig in and devour you whole- he continues ignoring Mingyu on the floor.

Wonwoo’s lips are soft, but his grip quickly changes, his passion getting the better of him. Fingers dig into your skin as he deepens the kiss. His tongue slides against yours and one of his hands cups the back of your head, prompting you to let out a moan as he sucks on your bottom lip. 

Wonwoo’s thigh presses up between your legs and his hand on your hip forces you down a little, adding pressure to your core. Your jean seam is in just the right place, and your clit flutters with pleasure at the wonderful feeling Wonwoo is providing with his strong thigh.

You feel a body move behind yours, Mingyu finally standing from his spot on the floor. The shirt you’re wearing exposes your shoulders, and Mingyu’s lips soon place open mouthed kisses there. His large palms move up your arms and then land on your shoulders. You feel the cold band of a ring on his pinky, and realize Wonwoo has a matching one on the hand gripping your face.

One of Mingyu’s hands slides down again, smoothing flat against your tummy. Then it dips farther, slowly, enough for you to stop him if he’s not what you want.

But you don’t make him stop.

Wonwoo’s thigh disappears from between your legs, and Mingyu’s hand replaces it. 

First he just cups your heat, feeling how warm you are and letting out a groan as he continues to press sloppy kisses to your skin. Then Mingyu tries to shove his hand down the front of your jeans, skipping the button and zipper all together.

The overly eager, puppy frat boy lets out a wine or annoyance, low in his throat when your jeans inhibit his access to you, and Wonwoo sighs against your lips, releasing you so he can unbutton your jeans for his friend. 

Mingyu’s fingers find your hips instead, and he pushes your jeans down just enough to be able to slide his digits past the band of your panties before slipping them through your pussy lips to collect the juices there. 

“So wet,” Mingyu groans against your neck, the new place he’s decided to worship with his mouth while his fingers explore you.

You rut against his hand, and his attention moves to your clit, which he rubs gently, fingers slicked by your own wetness.

You gasp into Wonwoo’s mouth, reaching to grab at his curls and pull- only for Wonwoo to tear his lips just out of your reach, dark eyes assessing you. 

“She’s ready for you now,” he concludes, speaking to the man behind you.

“Finally,” Mingyu pulls his hand from your pants and throws you onto the bed, tearing your jeans off before his greedy hands reach for your panties. “Off?” he asks, eyes full of concern when he looks up at you.

You nod, biting your lip between your teeth and lifting your hips to make things easier for Mingyu. The cool air of their room greats your heated core when the frat boy removes your pants and pushes your legs open, dragging you to the edge of the bed.

He licks his lips, eyes glued to the meal that awaits him. Mingyu’s breathing is off, and he almost looks like he’s in a trance. The moment hangs thickly in the air, anticipation, before the tall man dives into his work. 

Mingyu’s hands are on your thighs, keeping you spread while his entire mouth goes to work. His tongue dips into your entrance, nose bumping against your clit.

When you moan, reaching down to grab at Mingyu’s hair, the frat boy lets out a growl that sends shivers running through your body. His plump lips skillfully wrap around your clit and your hips move to escape, only to be held down by his large, strong hands.

The slurping sounds coming from Mingyu’s mouth on your pussy are obscene, to say the least, and before you even know what’s happening, your entire body is pulsing with pleasure as the man between your legs devours your orgasm, showing little intention of stopping until there are nearly tears in your eyes and your pushing his head away from the pleasure coursing through your body, radiating out of your core and the man all but worshipping you there-

Mingyu finally relents, pulling away slowly, eyes glazed. He stands up and looks down at your wrecked form, all from his mouth alone. 

Then he licks his lips.

“You beat your record,” Wonwoo says, and you glance at him. He’s seated in his chair again, phone out, where he must have a timer-

“Really? I didn’t notice.” Mingyu can’t tear his eyes off of your body and he continues to lick his lips as if he’s just has the best meal in his life- “She tastes so fucking good.”

“I bet.” Wonwoo’s tone is low, and it sends another wave of pleasure coursing through you while you wait to see what they’ll do next. “What are you thinking, Gyu?”

“You know what I’m thinking,” The taller man retorts, biting into his lower lip as his hands reach for you.

“Then do it.” 

So Wonwoo must be just a watcher-

“But remember gorgeous, after he’s done with you, I’m next.” The curly haired man leans back into his chair, elbows resting on the cushioned arms, which makes his chest look so much bigger than it ever has before- “And I have to get you back for chewing pink bubblegum the whole fucking time we studied.”

Mingyu lets out a groaning sound, hand reaching for the back of his shirt, which he tears off to reveal the body of a guy who should be in front of a camera, not majoring as the guy behind it.

His hands go for his jeans, unbuttoning them- then he looks up at you and frowns. “Take your top of gorgeous, I’ve been wondering what your tits look like since the first day.”

You grab at a pillow and toss it at him, hating the cheesy line and laughing. 

Mingyu easily grabs the pillow out of the air and dives onto the bed, all but attacking your legs with kisses and working his way up to your mouth. He’s so big, and he makes you laugh even as his large frame pushes you into the bed, adjusting you so you’re propped against the pillows and actually - surprisingly - very comfortable.

He kisses at the cleavage your shirt reveals, teeth nipping at the fabric, a silent command for it to come off again. 

You push your chest off the bed so you can wiggle your hands under yourself for your bra- this action pushes your boobs even more into Mingyu’s face and be groans, only for his hand to slip under you and easily undo your bra clasp. Then he tears everything off of you, pressing his lips against yours while his hands move to grope your tits, earning a moan from you while you wrap your legs around his waist, urging him to grind down against you harder.

One of Mingyu’s hands grabs at the side of your face, thumb under your jaw and he prompts your mouth open with his own, slipping his tongue against yours. 

He hadn’t bothered to take his jeans fully off, but they’re down to his bum, and you can feel him pressing against the front of his briefs.

You slip your hands down to the waist band of his pants and push at them, forcing them down more- 

“Fuck me, Mingyu,” you groan, nipping at his lip and opening your eyes to look up at him.

He takes a shuddery breath, then nods, pressing his forehead against yours so he can look down, wiggling free of his pants and grabbing the base of his cock to align himself with you. You grab at his strong back, rubbing your nose against his as you wait for him to push into you.

“Fuck-” Mingyu’s voice is low and he presses his lips to yours, sliding into you fully with one push that has your nails digging into his shoulder blades and your toes curling. 

You can’t even respond, too overcome by him. When his lips move to your neck and he begins to thrust into you, you find yourself tilting your head to the right, and your eyes open to look at Wonwoo.

You expect to have him watching you, but he isn’t. Wonwoo’s eyes are down on his phone, which he’s holding sideways and looks to be playing a game. He has his glasses on, and the light from the screen illuminates his angular face in the dimness of the room. You think Wonwoo must have control of the colour tiles, with bluetooth, because they’re darker blues now.

Wonwoo looks up at you, and then he winks, and you can’t help but moan, turning away to press your own kisses against Mingyu’s neck. The man, who is literally fucking you into the mattress, seems to have a sweet spot under his ear, and when you find it, you begin sucking on it.

Mingyu’s hands grab at the pillow next to your head, his hips rutting into you harder, making the entire bed rock.

“Fuck, you’re so tight-” Mingyu groans, moving his mouth to your neck to press sloppy kisses there- “Can I mark you? Please?”

You grab at his hair, tugging gently. “Mark me,” you whisper into his ear before suckling on the lobe, which makes Mingyu groan.

“Just one mark though,” Wonwoo’s voice cuts through the scene. “We don’t want her looking completely ravaged when we present our project.”

“But marks are so pretty,” Mingyu argues half-heartedly, diving into his task to suck a hickey into your skin a moment later. 

You’re not sure where to focus while Mingyu presses you down into the bed, his hips working you closer and closer to orgasm while he leaves his mark on your neck, something to remember him by or the man watching-

“Mingyu-” you groan his name, and before you can tell him you’re going to cum, he smashes his lips to yours, effectively shutting you up.

He must be able to tell you’re teetering on the edge because he thrusts into you even harder, tossing you over and into bliss.

You hold onto his shoulders, gasping into his mouth as he kisses you like his life depends on it, his own orgasm triggered just moments after your own.

He rides out your orgasms like a champ, mouth not leaving yours.

When his hips come to a stop, you find yourself petting Mingyu’s hair from his face and blinking up at him. He’s so pretty, skin flushed even in the bluish light, lips swollen from kissing-

The light shifts from blue to pink, and your eyes move to Wonwoo, who stands from his gaming chair and tosses his phone onto his own bed, cracking his neck… then his fingers-

“You’re in for it,” Mingyu laughs, pressing a kiss to your neck before rolling off of you. Your eyes follow the gorgeous man who pulls up his jeans- and then a hand grabs your jaw and you’re forced to look at Wonwoo.

He’s shirtless now, and you can’t believe his body- he’s been hiding this under shirts and leather? His shoulders are, well, perfect, and his waist is small, leading in to the black sweats that are going to be all too easy to tear off-

The cold metal ring bites into your skin as he squishes up your face, grinning. “Look at you, not such a good student anymore, huh?”

“I’m still a quick learner,” you tell him, eyes darting down to his lips.

Wonwoo lets out a hum low in his chest, “I bet you are, kitten. Now flip over, ass up, and Mingyu’s gonna do the presentation for us.”

“What?” you and Mingyu both ask in shock, and Wonwoo just laughs, grabbing your foot and dragging you roughly down the bed.

“You gonna flip for me gorgeous? Or do I have to toss you around myself?” Wonwoo asks.

You quickly get onto all fours, positioning yourself looking at Mingyu as Wonwoo settles onto the bed behind you, his hands finding your ass and smoothing down to your waist then back up. “The project is on my laptop,” Wonwoo tells his friend, “on the bed.”

Mingyu groans and lets out a sigh, going to sit down on Wonwoo’s bed. He’s in his blue jeans, shirtless, and he looks beautiful, running a hand through his hair as he gets comfortable. Then he clears his voice, “Hi, I’m Mingyu and today we’ll be talking to you guys about-”

Wonwoo lands a smack on your ass and Mingyu chokes up on his words, his eyes looking up at you as he swallows thickly. 

“You skipped our parts, Gyu.”

“Assumed you were both busy.”

“Start again.” 

Mingyu groans, “Hi, I’m Mingyu,”

“I’m Wonwoo,” The man behind you says, his voice low and gorgeous as his hands smooth over your ass again, the calm before another hit.

“And I’m-” another smack that makes you whimper, “Y/N.”

“And today we’ll be talking to you guys about the use of colour in Van Gogh.” Mingyu pauses. “Are you seriously going to make me read the whole thing?”

Wonwoo chuckles behind you. “It’s a ten minute presentation, i think our kitten can be edged that long without breaking, don’t you?” Another smack to your ass that makes you mewl. “Besides, we need to see if we need to cut anything, cuz it might go longer than ten.”

Mingyu groans, settling more in his seat and taking a breath so he can read. “For this presentation,” you suck in a breath when two fingers slide into you unexpectedly, cold rings teasing just at your entrance before Wonwoo pulls them away and pushes in again, “we’ll be, uh,” Mingyu can’t decide if he wants to look up at you or at the computer, “we’ll be looking at three of Van Gogh’s most famous-”

“Correct ‘looking at’ to ‘analyzing,’” Wonwoo says from behind you, crooking his fingers up against your gspot, “it sounds better.”

Mingyu groans loudly, and then you hear aggressive typing, “Van Gogh’s most famous paintings-”

“Speak the whole sentence again.” Wonwoo’s free hand lands a smack to your ass that makes you groan, grabbing at the fabric of the bed and bunching it into fists as the frat boy’s fingers work you up.

“And today we’ll be talking to you guys about the use of colour in Van Gogh. For this presentation, we’ll be analyzing three of Van Gogh’s most famous paintings,” Mingyu reads, sounding exasperated. 

“Speak slower,” Wonwoo interrupts again, “and emphasize ‘most’.” 

“If you think you’re so much better than me, you read it.” Mingyu rolls his eyes.

“Today,” Wonwoo’s thumb comes to find your clit and you whimper, “we’ll be talking to the class about the use of colour in Van Gogh’s work-”

“Wonwoo-” you groan his name, able to feel your orgasm rising.

“Don’t cum, and don’t interrupt me.” Wonwoo lands a smack to your ass that has you hiding your face in your blankets and biting down on your lower lip to distract yourself. “For this presentation,” your class project partner continues, “we’ve chosen to analyze three of Van Gogh’s most famous paintings, and discuss the ways in which colour adds to deeper meaning.”

“Wow that actually sounded really good,” Mingyu says in shock, sitting up and typing something. “Did you come up with that on the spot? That’s better than what’s actually written here-”

“Is not,” The man behind you scoffs, crooking his fingers up to your g spot again and letting up on your clit.

“No, please- don’t stop-” you whimper, turning to look back at Wonwoo only for a hand to grab the back of your head and shove you down.

“I told you I was going to edge you princess, so no whining.” Wonwoo lets go of your head to smack your ass again, then his fingers continue their pace inside of you, only slower. 

You groan and Mingyu snickers, “Sorry gorgeous, he’s pretty strict about his rules and his sex plans.”

“She’s not complaining though.” Wonwoo’s thumb makes lazy circles on your clit and you can’t believe how good he is at keeping you on edge- giving you just enough to make you bunch the sheets in your hands, but not enough to cum.

“So are you going to keep reading? Or make this last even longer for her?” Wonwoo asks from behind you, and you immediately lift your head to lock eyes with Mingyu, a silent plea. 

“Are you sure you can’t just fuck her while I read?” Mingyu whines. He must be able to all but feel your pain. 

“Who said I wasn’t going to fuck her, Gyu? She’s just not allowed to cum.” 

“Then fucking do it!” you groan, unable to help yourself.

You’re not shocked at the harsh slap that you receive on your ass, but you are taken aback by the chuckle that comes with it. 

“Brat,” Wonwoo says, but the word doesn’t sound as derogatory as it could.

In fact, he sounds fond of you. 

“Please fuck me, Wonwoo?” you ask, putting on your sweetest voice and pushing your ass back against him. 

The man behind you lets out a low humming sound, “You really want it?”

“If you two keep dirty talking I won't be able to read,” Mingyu says loudly, shifting in his seat, “and this is really hot.”

“You can come join as long as you don’t cum until I say you both can,” Wonwoo responds, and no sooner are his words out than Mingyu is tossing the laptop to the side and bounding over to the bed again. “You also only get her hand, her pretty sounds belong to me.”

Mingyu groans loudly, but his hands still go to his top button of his jeans. “You’re so mean.”  

“Do you want to go back over there and read the whole project while I fuck the shit out of our good little kitten?”

Another smack, and Wonwoo squeezes your ass roughly for good measure, making you moan, blinking up at Mingyu with ‘fuck me’ eyes. 

“God no,” Mingyu says, pushing his pants down, “but her hands won’t even-”

“Shut up.”

Wonwoo pushes into you and you let out a muffled groan, pressing your face into the mattress. You’d not been expecting Wonwoo to give in to you, to actually fuck you- and as he pushes his cock into you, you realize maybe this isn’t a reward but a punishment- because how the fuck are you going to not cum like this-

Wonwoo’s hand finds your lower back and he applies pressure, making you arch yourself more, which causes his cock to slide against a particularly delightful spot inside your core that has you whimpering. 

“There it is, that spot again,” Wonwoo chuckles behind you, grabbing at your waist roughly. “Think you can hold it if I keep doing this?”

He thrusts shallowly into you, rubbing your g spot repeatedly.

“Are you going to give Gyu some attention baby, or am I too much for you?” Wonwoo’s fingers dig into your hips and you moan, lifting your head and looking up at the man you’ve been neglecting.

“I’ll distract you from this meanie,” Mingyu tells you, “but fuck what he said, if you wanna suck on me like a pretty fucking lollipop, then you should. I’ve had enough of your bubblegum anyways. Besides, something tells me you’re good at sucking on things.”

You’re wrapping your lips around the head of Mingyu’s cock to prove a point the moment he’s finished his thought, and he lets out a low chuckle before groaning and reaching down to pet the hair from your face. 

Wonwoo thrusts into you harshly, sending you more onto Mingyu’s cock, and all three of you groan when you gag slightly, having not expected the sudden push from the man behind you.

Wonwoo seems intent on keeping your attention on him, even whilst you suck off his best friend, and it’s driving you wild.

You close your eyes and try to focus on Mingyu, to focus on something that will stop you from cumming before you’re allowed to- but every rough thrust from Wonwoo has you whimpering and gurgling around Mingyu’s length. 

Wonwoo lands another smack to your ass. “I wonder if you’ll still be able to feel these on Monday in class,” he says. “Should I leave a pretty bruise for you, sweetheart? Would you like that? Being reminded of us fucking the shit out of you every time you sit down?”

You pull off of Mingyu, gasping and nodding, rubbing your head against the tall man’s thigh as you let out a strangled “Yes, please Wonwoo-”

Another smack and you’re whimpering, toes curling, pussy clenching around his cock.

“We should let her cum,” Mingyu says from above you.

“We should, should we?” Wonwoo chuckles, grabbing a rough fistful of your ass, then his tone takes a condescending dip, “Are you close again, Gyu?”

“She’s really good at sucking.”

“I bet she is.” Wonwoo’s hands smooth from your ass to your waist and then your back, only for the frat boy to roughly grab a handful of your hair and haul you up so your back is to his chest. “Too bad I only told you that you could have her hand and you disobeyed me.” 

You know Wonwoo must be glaring at Mingyu over your shoulder, even as he presses soft kisses there, one of his hands moving down to your clit. 

“So you can either have her hands, like I offered, or make yourself cum,” Wonwoo says simply, rutting into you in this kneeling position and squeezing your body tightly to his, a sensation that makes it harder to breathe and has your skin tingling with pleasure.

Mingyu pouts at you, his eyes scanning your fucked out form, and he groans, but you watch his large hand wrap around his cock, which is still slick from your mouth, and begin to stroke. 

“Fucking hate you sometimes.” Mingyu says to the man behind you.

Wonwoo simply laughs, rubbing your clit harder, “I'm the reason you’re even passing three of your classes, asshole.”

“Doesn’t mean I have to like you,” Mingyu groans, reaching for your face so he can bring his lips to yours, moving closer on the bed. As his tongue invades your mouth and he sucks on your lower lip, tilting your head up with the hand that’s cupping your jaw, you reach between your bodies for his cock, eager to please.

Mingyu relents easily, and you begin stroking him, only to have his hand wrap around yours, squeezing and showing you the pace he wants. Mingyu leaves a pained groan against your lips when you submissively bend to his needs, applying more pressure to his cock. 

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” Mingyu moans, pressing sloppy kisses against your mouth and threading his fingers in your hair, tugging and shooting pain through your body that only heightens your pleasure.

“She is too,” Wonwoo says from behind you, switching the direction of his rubbing of your clit, which makes you whimper, reaching to steady yourself against Mingyu with your free hand, using his massive chest as an anchor. “Isn’t that right, kitten?”

Wonwoo’s lips find your neck and you whimper, “Please? Can I cum?”

“Fine.” 

You whimper at the word, opening your eyes to look at Mingyu, who wraps his hand around your throat, triggering your orgasm.

Your walls tighten around Wonwoo, squeezing him as pleasure surges through your body, and neither man relents of their actions, Mingyu gripping your neck even tighter.

“Fuck-” Wonwoo growls, “rub her clit, Gyu.” He removes his digits from your entrance, gripping your waist roughly instead. With both hands holding you, he can thrust into you even harder, his cock ramming into that sweet spot inside of you and making you nearly scream. 

Mingyu lets go of your throat and you slump forward, resting your forehead against his shoulder while he reaches between your bodies and takes over for both of you, finding your clit and his own cock, brushing your hand to the side. 

Your legs shake at the pressure Mingyu applies to your clit while Wonwoo ruts into you from behind, fingers digging into your hips.

“Fuck!” Wonwoo says again, and you can feel him cumming inside of you, his own forehead resting against the back of your neck. You reach behind yourself, grabbing at his hair and tugging, which prompts him to move his mouth to your shoulder, biting into your flesh and sending shivers of pleasurable pain tingling through you.

You feel something warm hit your stomach, and you open your eyes to see Mingyu also cumming. His lower lip is caught between his teeth, his pretty skin flushed a beautiful shade of pink while he works himself through his orgasm, painting your abdomen with his cum.

The three of you are a moaning mess, working your way through your highs only to slowly relent with your motions when you’re all nearly done.

Wonwoo’s biting turns into soft kisses that pepper your shoulders, and when Mingyu’s done cumming, he collapses back onto the bed, pulling up his jeans, readjusting himself and then reaching for his discarded shirt next to the bed. He tosses it at you but it’s Wonwoo who catches it, immediately moving it to rub your stomach clean of his friend’s cum.

Wonwoo’s still buried inside of you, and it feels nice to be embraced by him while he takes care of you like this. You lean back into his warmth, resting your head on his shoulder and turning to look at his side profile.

“Hmm?” He hums, able to feel your gaze.

“Just thinking.” 

“About what,” Mingyu asks, still trying to catch his breath as he lays on the bed and looks at the ceiling, running a hand through his dark hair.

“The colours you’re both leaving on me and what they mean,” you say simply, giggling when Wonwoo groans and pushes you down, making you land on Mingyu’s chest, who immediately cuddles you close.

“The bruises Wonwoo left mean he likes you,” Mingyu coos, “and that sounds horrible, but you know what I’m saying- They’re love bites and bruises.”

“And the white Mingyu used means he’s a non committal slut who just allows anyone into his life, so be careful darling,” Wonwoo says, pulling his black sweatpants back up and then heading to his desk, where he retrieves his pretty, circular glasses.

“A non committal slut,” Mingyu scoffs, but he doesn’t actually argue with the label. 

There’s a knock at the door before anyone can say anything else, and a moment later “Y/N, I know you’re in there.” 

It’s Joshua’s voice, and the idea that your best friend may have just heard you get your back blown out by not one, but two of his frat brothers is too much for you to take. You bury yourself in Mingyu’s warm chest and he laughs, cradling you.

“What do you want, Joshie?” Wonwoo calls, still minding his own business by his desk, and when you peek over at him, you see he’s rolling a joint.

“You’re hogging my best friend,” Comes Joshua’s annoyed sounded response.

Wonwoo chuckles and stands up. He turns to make sure Mingyu has covered your body with a blanket before opening the door.

Wonwoo’s shirtless, and there are some marks on his skin from where you’d clawed at him that are obvious while he brings the joint to his lips, licking the tab and sealing it- you hadn’t even realized you’d done enough to leave marks, and your skin heats. 

You hide close to Mingyu while Wonwoo talks to Joshua.

“We’ll be out in five and can go smoke out by the fire,” Wonwoo says casually.

“Ok, but it’s getting cooler out, so one of you better make sure my best friend doesn’t catch a cold- give her a nice jacket or something-” 

“Are you really speaking to me like this in my own room?” You can hear the smirk on Wonwoo’s voice, and when you peek up at the two men by the door, you see that it’s all fun and games, teasing. Very different from how Wonwoo speaks to Mingyu.

Joshua rolls his eyes and laughs, shoving Wonwoo’s shoulder before leaving you to the company of your two classmates. 

“So when do we want to study next?” Mingyu asks, pressing his lips to the crown of your head as he looks at Wonwoo, who lumbers over to his desk to grab more joints and a lighter.

“We’re done with the project though,” you point out.

“Baby, when I say study, you know I don't really mean study,” Mingyu chuckles, shifting you so you’re laying half on top of him, his brown eyes assessing you. 

“We have frat parties every Friday, you’re always welcome to come study with us then,” Wonwoo says, and you take a moment to appreciate the way his bare back looks, with strong shoulders narrowing in on his little waist and his sweatpants that hang a tad too low-

“Next Friday!?” Mingyu sits up suddenly, causing you to fall off of him so he can turn and look at Wonwoo. “I know you like to play games with ‘not chasing girls’ but this is why you’ll never have a girlfriend. You leave whole week gaps between dates.”

“This isn’t even a date.” Wonwoo turns his head slightly and you can see him grinning. “Besides, when was the last time you had a girlfriend for longer than a week anyways?”

Mingyu shuts his mouth.

“That’s what I thought. Look princess,” Wonwoo turns to look at you, leaning back against his desk, “this could be a one time thing, and that’s fine, but if you’re really needy in a week, we’ll fuck you again, and maybe Mingyu will actually have some manners. Sound good?”

You nod, blinking at the man who reaches down and grabs your clothes off the floor, tossing them at you. “Get dressed, then the two of you can come join me and Joshie at the fire. Or not. Up to you.” He places his joint between his lips, “but I don’t give seconds to girls who talk back to me.” He winks at you and you feel your skin flush with embarrassment and pleasure. 

Wonwoo picks up a black hoodie and shrugs it on, pulling up the hood until all you can see of his body is his pretty face, his bouncy curls, circular glasses, and the sleek, perfectly rolled joint that’s still snug between his lips.

“And if you don’t come outside,” Wonwoo says as he reaches the door, “it was good seeing you tonight, kitten.”

With that, Wonwoo leaves, and Mingyu pulls you close the moment it’s just the two of you. 

“Sorry about him.” Mingyu says, “he’s a big meanie.”

You allow the tall frat boy to hug you close, his fingers brushing up and down your arm. You let out a sigh, enjoying the duality that the two men provided. “I don’t mind.” you tell him honestly.

Mingyu stays quiet for a few seconds, and you listen to the steady beat of his heart. 

“Should we go outside?” He asks finally. 

“Up to you,” you shrug.

Mingyu takes a moment to think about it, then he rolls the two of you, slotting between your legs and looking down at your form as he pushes you into the bed, leaning in so his lips are just brushing yours as he says; “i think i want you for myself just a little longer.”

And you have no qualms with it.

✘ thanks for reading :) ✘ Please find the teaser for the accompanying patreon exclusive extension of this fic below :) ✘  if you liked this fic, you might also enjoy ‘Anteric’ with roommate!meanie

✘ [synopsis]: It's been two months since your class project with Mingyu and Wonwoo, and there still isn't a label on your relationship, which irks some people more than others. 

✘ [warnings]: unprotected sex, oral (f/m receiving), dirty talk, pet names, "daddy" (1), spanking, spit roasting, semi-exhibitionism (sex at a frat party), some cum play, etc...

✘ [word count]: 3.3k (200 words shown in teaser)

“It’s officially the end of term, can you believe it?” Dino says happily, looking around the frat at the vibrant colours and costumes that play to the theme of the event. 

“Definitely can’t,” Joshua responds, eyes fixed on a trio of colours- a big red, an even bigger blue, and the small yellow pressed between them. “Definitely can’t believe the term has ended officially before either of those guys have officially locked down my best friend.”

Dino’s smile drops as his gaze shifts to you, Wonwoo and Mingyu. He cocks his head to the side. “They’re not official yet? Really?! But… it’s so obvious-” as he speaks, the three of you move up the stairs towards the second level, where the bedrooms are, “and it’s been two months now since their project, right?”

“Uh huh.”

“I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you,” Dino assures his hyung while placing a red solo cup into Joshua’s hands. “I know you’re in big brother mode and you’re worried that Wonwoo and Mingyu are playing your friend, but you have to remind yourself of the facts.”

“Which are?”

“Those idiots love her.”

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golden tattoos | george weasley smut

pairing: george weasley x fem!reader warnings: nsfw content (18+); modern!george; LOOK AT THAT HOT, SEXY, PERFECT MF IN THE HEADER kinks: voyeurism, degradation, edging, oral (female receiving), boob-job, spitting, choking prompts: "what was that" "i just needed a second opinion. went shopping, i mean - you know that, right?" "yeah, but not that"

a/n: this is in response to this request. DID I GET CARRIED AWAY? YES AGAIN MATES 🥳 thank you for this, @lol-idk-oops! the george slut in me jumPED OUT. also the kinks for each fic i write ARE GETTING DIRTIER I LOVE IT

summary: y/n and george had been best-friends for quite a long time now, best friends who acted so much more; that both parties never knew the extent of each of their boundaries. but y/n and george always told and asked each other everything - that included george's opinion on a piece of clothing y/n was planning to buy.

hey, you up?

The message read. George squinted his eyes at the bright light coming from his phone he had left on his bedside table. His eyes wandered over the digital clock, 8:17 AM, it displayed. George groaned at how early he was woken up, considering he had pulled an all-nighter by trying to figure out a potion in a new line he and Fred have been trying to augment in their WonderWitch line.

up now.

He rolled on his bed, trying to shake off the sleep in his system by stretching slightly. As sleep was trying to make its way to George, he was then stirred awake by the loud ding of his phone. Groaning in slight annoyance, he very much convinces himself that Y/N may have not known that he had almost two hours of sleep, in fact, it was somehow his fault, really. He bid her goodnight hours prior his all-nighter.

a bit late for you, georgie. good morning anw! u busy today?

George smiled amidst his yawn, pushing himself up from his position on his stomach, turning around to lean against the headboard. He rubbed his eyes in the hopes of effectively removing the remnants of tiredness to place his attention on Y/N.

good morning. is there anything you needed?

He knew Y/N that much. Having to have known her since their Hogwarts years, it was not Y/N very much to greet him in the morning - considering she was not really a morning person, after all. During their eduction, she'd hit him at the back of his head as she takes a seat beside him out of her annoyance in George cracking up a joke out of her exasperated state that was brought by the fact that they had History of Magic in their first period.

"Good morning, sleepyhead," George would greet her as he sips on his much needed coffee, his eyes would travel over her perfectly messy stature. Her hair unkempt, robes discarded as it hung on her arms, yawning as she rubbed her eyes.

The redhead smirked as Y/N groaned in response, "eat up, you'll be sleeping on History of Magic. You'll need that." Y/N had hoisted herself from her slouched position beside George to hit him at the back of his head, "Sod off, I won't be sleeping today, besides, we have recitation on the Economic Bubble, or something."

George sniggered, humming a tune of mock belief, "Sure,"

you wound me. i hate you. going to the centre today :)

IT'S TOO EARLY FOR SHOPPING Y/N FOR MERLIN'S SAKE

YES but i need youuuu pls :(

i just woke up love i haven't brushed my teeth yet even haven't had my morning coffee

WE CAN HAVE COFFEE THERE BESIDES U HANDSOME ALREADY with or without a minty fresh breath

tempting. but im unable to do so today :( warehouse inventory duties

George pouted at his response. As much as he wanted to accompany her even though he never truly understood how shopping had been Y/N's favourite pastime, he was really unavailable today. Fred had gone out to order inventory for reselling and also the base ingredients for some of their own products.

SIGH. AND I THOUGHT I WAS YOUR BESTFRIEND

He chuckled at her response, shaking his head as he got out of the bed to stretch slightly again, now on his feet.

ok i have a proposition

im reading

i'll be sending some outfits pls tell me your thoughts on them HELP ME BE HOT

no offence but why me you got ginny for that

ginny's asleep and u're my bestie for a reason

you dont need to exert effort to be hot youre doing just fine on your own

ARE YOU FLIRTING WITH ME, MR. WEASLEY? anw im going now. keep your phone with you x

okay stay safe.

He turned off his phone, ready to face the day, all the while mentally preparing himself for whatever Y/N will be sending him moments from now. As much as George tries to distract his mind from leaning towards daydreaming over her, he couldn't help but think of how beautiful she is.

George be damned by her beauty. She never fails to make George feel in such a way that only she could bring. Other than that, he was in love with her, much more than he was aware of.

Her smile, her laugh, her insanely upbeat attitude - those were just one of the reasons that have attracted George towards her, and he was not regretting the gravitational pull. If anything, he was grateful for it. Had he not felt that pull towards her, George would've been left in the deafening voice of his headspace.

But George never told her that, and hadn't been planning to do so. As much as he wants her to be not just his best-friend, the possibility of the feelings being unreciprocated wasn't definitely worth the risk.

Y/N was none the wiser about George's feelings. If ever, she had been regretting the day that she hadn't gone with George to the Yule Ball because a Durmstrang had beaten George over it an hour earlier.

The lass admits that while she had relationships, George had always been a constant in her life. And while George also have had relationships during their time at Hogwarts, she can't help but also notice how he spends much more time with her than his partner at the time. But Y/N, always one of denial than of courage, chose to turn a blind eye on it.

However, Y/N was already overwhelmed with her feelings. And she was determined to put an end to her constant pining. It was one bold move, really. Considering how things may end on immense polar opposite. Either it goes well or ends terribly. But Y/N already had excuses for the latter, but she hopes she wouldn't ruin the friendship that they had.

George, on the other hand, was oblivious to her plans. He was busy receiving package after package that had arrived to the shop, and while he was busy double-checking on the inventory, his phone notified in a vibrant ding.

u think this looks good on me?

The ginger's eyes widened at the photo that Y/N had sent. A mirror selfie of her body that was comfortably hugged by a striped, black and white body con dress, with a small slit running from above the ankles to the knee. The slit wasn't that daring, and it didn't take that much of nerves on Y/N's part in sending this.

more than good. :) youre wearing dresses now?

yeah never been more comfortable in myself than now thanks to a certain george weasley

happy to be of service, maam tho im not entirely sure what i did

George turned his phone down as it took awhile before Y/N had replied. But when she did, George did not expect her to be sending another photo of her, now dressed in a maroon and sleeved, (also a) body con dress, however with a small slit on the right thigh to show off some skin of her thigh. It was also a bit higher than the usual above-the-knee length, making her smooth skin shine underneath the yellow lights of the dressing room.

He gulped, waiting for a question from Y/N, however, when he hadn't received any follow-up inquiry, he decided to ask her.

not happy with the other one?

He mentally slapped himself for the question.

not that i wont be buying that i just liked the colour of this on me

maroon looks good on you, love well any colour looks good on you but maroon hits different

Y/N blushed over his replies. She took a moment with herself before trying on the final dress: a nude-coloured, suede halter-neck, tied cut-out mini dress that was tighter on her body, and which cut on the top was just a bit above her under-boob.

The notification of the message being read have been understood by George as the last dress being the one she decided on. It must've been fifteen minutes or so as he was opening up the boxes before his phone dinged yet again.

All George could ever muster were widened eyes and a mouth agape. He also couldn't see but he knew that his face resembled the hue that was same to that of his hair. He took a heavy, staggered breath as he stared at the four photos that Y/N had sent him captioned:

sorry took me long enough to send this had to took multiple pics to show the cuts wdyt?

"Holy shit," he swore, trousers tightening over the specifically angled photos on his phone. The first selfie seemed innocent, just the usual pose that Y/N also did in the previous ones. But as George stumbled upon next after the next, the photos had been angled in such a way that looked so - seductive.

are you at westfield?

yeah why?

what shop are you in now?

already at boux why, george?

George didn't even bother to reply, as Fred had already gotten home (much to George's relief), he was quick enough to notify him that he'd be going to Westfield London. He didn't even respond to his twin's question about the reason of his sudden trip.

He had apparated to Westfield London, pace quickening as he tried to search for the specific shop that he knew Y/N was at. It didn't take him long enough considering his long strides before he found himself in the occupied store, and then the occupied dressing room stall at the farthest side.

Y/N was just about to hit send on her and George's chat box when she became startled at the lock of the dressing room stall being blasted open. She was about to let out a squeal until George had placed his mouth on her mouth, muffling her voice.

The lady visibly relaxed on the familiar redhead whose hand were over her mouth. However, she couldn't deny the frantic beat of her heart when George pushes her towards the wall of the stall, aggressively yet still being able to not produce a loud thud for suspicion.

"What was that?" he whispered, voice raspy. Trapping Y/N between his arms that leaned on the wall, lust-blown dark, hazel eyes staring into Y/N's ones that resembled that of a doe's.

"I," she started, squirming over the tension, "I just needed a second opinion - went shopping, I mean - you know that, right?"

"Yeah," he breathed, lips attaching to the skin below the shell of her ear, Y/N's knees instantly loosing its force, "but not that."

"Georgie - we're outside! What if someone catches us here?" she whisper-yelled, hands tapping on his shoulder as his arms wrapped around her waist for her to be supported on the back. Her body involuntarily arched itself to George's touch, moaning lightly when George placed open-mouth kisses from her neck to the valley of her breasts.

"You'd better be quiet if you don't want to get caught." he winked, as he wraps her legs around his torso, pushing himself up to meet Y/N's lips with such a hungry kiss. Tongues dancing over each other, with his hips humping on her core that was soaking to the lingerie that she wore to try on and buy.

"Bought the dresses for you to take off," Y/N moaned as her hips met the rhythm of George's, hands tangling on his fiery red hair. "'m not gonna take these off, love," he smirked, hands playing at the string of the lingerie, "'m gonna fuck you in it."

George loosened his tie to wrap around her mouth, folding the sleeves of his shirt up to his elbows, "But first, we have to establish some things," he started, forcing her chin down to meet his eyes, "no one comes until I say so. And we're gonna start real slow, yeah? Is that clear, darling?"

Y/N nodded in response as she couldn't speak very well with the tie on her mouth. The tall man smirked as he held her on the waist to position her on his thigh, Y/N met his eyes, hers widened in surprise.

"Well, don't just sit on that, darling," he furrowed his eyebrows, flexing his thigh for an added emphasis, "you've been dying to prove how much of a slut you are for me, right? Sending those photos as if i wasn't at work - "

The poor lass tried to speak against the restraint on her mouth, to which George had just laughed at, "Sorry, love, you just have to agree with me on this."

And that was all George said before lifting her up to bring her down on his thigh as he guided the way she rolled her pelvis on it. As Y/N quickly gained the pace, George had let go of her, his right hand leaning on the wall as his left held her hair for him to pull towards him for a messy kiss.

Low grunts and groans were heard from George as he tried to refrain from moaning loudly as he watched his best-friend go off on his thigh, "Yeah, baby," he whispered, "such a slut for me, aren't you?"

She nodded, and when she felt herself approaching her high, her hips had lost its rhythm; which George had easily picked up. He immediately pulled away from her legs and knelt in front of her. Y/N's eyes widened as she tried to groan out of frustration over her denied orgasm.

With her legs situated on his shoulders, the redhead sensually licked her pussy, eyes half-lidded, mirroring Y/N's whose eyebrows furrowed over the immense pleasure. George's hands travelled at the back of her thighs, massaging at he bobbed his head up and down, left to right, savouring in such taste that he wouldn't be getting tired of - ever.

Y/N's hips rocked itself on his tongue, that George had to remove his grasp from her thigh to pin her hips on the wall, "Move an inch and you won't be coming anytime sooner, Y/N."

George suddenly thrusted three of his fingers inside her pussy after pushing the lingerie to the side, with Y/N's body jolting forward in force. With Y/N's reaction, George, while groaning at the feeling of her around his fingers, found the perfect opportunity to lunge his face to her breasts. With a bra which cups designed in a shelf-style, it was easier for George to bring her sensitive nipples to his mouth.

His eyes basked on Y/N's euphoric figure lost in bliss, her mouth open as she tried to suppress her moans. His left hand supported her right thigh on his shoulders. And when Y/N's breathing quickened up than usual, with her walls tightening, George went down back again to lick her clit, making Y/N lose her sanity as she feels all different sensations on her pussy.

Just as she was about close to coming, she was then denied of it, meeting the mischievous look on George's face, she was moved into silence as she felt a tender kiss on her forehead, "Sorry, love, need you to come on my dick,"

He kicked out of his trousers, instantly freeing himself of the restraints of his denim trousers and tight boxers that kept his erection intact which George had been desperately wanting to thrust inside her.

Just enough pre-cum leaked out, making Y/N's pussy throb at such sight. She was pushed into kneeling, and George, pulling her hair down to hoist her head up, took the time to run the tip of his cock on her lips.

"Arch your back up for me, darling,"

Y/N did what she was told, and immediately George placed his dick at the valley of her breasts, spitting afterwards.

"Push your lovely breasts towards each other."

And when she did, George groaned at the feeling of her breasts tightening around him. Almost as immediately, George thrusted himself in between her breasts, biting on his lips to suppress his moans, while Y/N already had drool pouring out of her mouth as her hands went down for her clit, not failing to be noticed by the lad.

"Fuck, you look so beautiful darling, touching yourself f'me - I, shit, goddamn - you don't know how much I've been wanting to do this - holy hell." he grunted, disbelief at the back of his mind as he was finally doing this with her, "I love you, Y/N - fuck, shit."

Y/N's heart fluttered at George's confession, as much as she wanted to say it back, she couldn't. As her mouth was hindered by George's purple tie. George was coming on her chest sooner enough, much to Y/N's third frustration yet again; and as he relieved himself from his high while knowing full well that he has denied Y/N her much desperate need for an orgasm, his thoughts were all over the place.

But as soon as he regained composure, he pulled Y/N to stand, pulling her right leg to wrap it around his arse. He pushed the rather wet lingerie to the side, and before pushing his cock to her eager cunt, he looked at her eyes as he removed his tie from her mouth, discarding it on the floor, "You're mine, Y/N," he whispered.

"Yours," Y/N nodded at George, who slowly pushed himself inside her, both of them opening their mouth, and when Y/N had let out a bit audible groan, he pushed their bodies towards the wall as he covered her mouth.

George shushed her in such a mocking manner, hips bucking to thrust into her in such unexplainable force, making them both shut their eyes as they relished in what had been the brink of their undying love for each other.

Each of George's thrusts were hard and powerful though not quick in pace, as if trying to let Y/N feel his feelings for her, "So unbelievably beautiful, thank you - fuck," he grunted pushing the strands of hair away from her face, allowing him to kiss her desperately and passionately.

When George felt her walls tightening around him again as well as his orgasm approaching for the second time quicker than before, he turned her body around, her body now on his chest. He switched their positions, with him now leaning on the wall. He pulled her right leg up, allowing him to reach a deeper part of her as his left hand tightened around her throat.

"That's it," he encouraged, thrusting now quickly as they both chased their orgasm, "that's it, baby, squeeze my cock. Taking it so well, Merlin," he kissed her ear, licking her earlobe afterwards.

"Georgie," she whimpered, "I'm gonna come, please - let me come, I can't take it any more,"

He decided to ignore her pleas first, but when he felt him at the verge of coming, he tightened his grip around her neck more, "Come for me, Y/N. Come for me, love, you've done so well - fuck!"

As George came, so did Y/N. The ginger's lips were kissing her temples as her head leaned on his shoulder, "Georgie," she whispered, to which he hummed in acknowledgement, "I love you,"

The lad swears her words was music to his ears. From flirty and suggestive messages to moaning each other's names at a random dressing room stall to finally cracking the thickest piece of ice between the two of them - all at once, it was all they had been waiting for. They had made a mark on each other, a golden tattoo.

[missmeinyourbones]

L IF YOUR SOUR PROMPT IS STILL GOING ON COULD I REQUEST EREN + “And I wish people liked me more.” I LOVE YOU AND YOUR EREN

eren jaeger x “and i wish people liked me more”

for olivia rodrigo’s sour album prompt!

Eren has always been curious of the way that your mind works. 

He values perspective and opinion; he thinks that people disagreeing is what makes the world go round. He likes listening to people who have different view points than him—he likes it even more when he has to fight to express his own. 

Naturally, combining his two favorite things (you and his want to disagree) is one of his favorite past-times. He likes when you ask him questions, whether they’re about his deepest and darkest fears, or if he’d rather have fingers for toes or toes for fingers. 

“If you could be anyone in the world, who would you be?” softly comes from your mouth one afternoon, and it’s a new one—a question he hasn’t heard yet.

It’s not unusual for you to ask him such a loaded question out of the blue. He likes to struggle to understand you, so he thinks about the inquiry before elaborating. 

“For, like, a day? Or the rest of my life?”

“The rest of your life,” you decide, “If you could be someone else, like, someone famous or rich, would you?”

It’s a funny hypothetical to think about, not that it’d ever be possible. If he could be rid of himself? Maybe. But that would imply that he’d have a whole different life, with different people, and he doesn't want that. 

“I don’t think so,” he replies with a sense of uncertainty, “I don’t know. Never thought about it really.”

You let out a hmph of acknowledgement, but don’t provide your own answer. It bothers Eren slightly, he wants to know what you think—he always wants to know what you think. 

So he brushes his leg up against yours to retain your attention once more, “Why are you asking me a deeply profound question?”

“Sometimes, I just-” your words lose momentum and purpose as you trail off, “-wish I was different.”

Eren rearranges his position, now lifting himself up from his pillow and resting his weight on his elbow. He doesn’t speak, which signals you to continue. 

“And I wish people liked me more,” you confide in him. You’ve never said those words aloud—thought them, sure, maybe even written them out before— but speaking them to the man you trust more than your own instincts feels delicate. Safe. 

“I like you how you are,” he mumbles into your hand. You hadn’t notice that he’d picked it up, littering tiny kisses to your knuckles. 

“Thanks, but you have to say that.”

“What do you mean?” he narrows his eyes, accusatory. 

“I don’t know, you’re my boyfriend?”

“…Yeah, and?” The correlation between the two doesn't click for him. 

“And that’s the boyfriendly thing to do, say you like me how I am,” you press, pulling your hand from his mouth when his scruff begins to itch your skin. 

“It’s like- I don’t know, like an obligation or something.”

“Nothing I feel about you is an obligation,” he bites back, a little offended at the insinuation. The word tastes sour on his tongue. He knows you aren’t saying it as a reflection of his character, but instead as one of your own insecurity.

He hates it, either way.

He grabs your hand again, but doesn’t return it to his lips. He just rubs your palm with his fingers.

“I like you how you are. I don’t give a fuck if other people don’t like you, but I think they do. You’re kind. Like nice to really weird strangers, always give people the benefit of the doubt kind.”

Your thumb finds the curve of his cheekbone, caressing his soft skin at his intimate words. 

“Actually, now that I’ve thought about it,” he sits up further, pulling you onto his lap, “I have an answer to your question.”

“Oh god, this should be good.”

“I wouldn’t be anyone else. Not even for a day.”

You raise an eyebrow at him and his sudden certainty, so he carries on.

“No one else gets to be with you like this. I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life without you annoying me with your stupid questions.”

You gently bang your head into his at his taunting comment—he further buries your face into his shoulder. 

“And here I was, thinking you were being sweet,” you retort, leaving a tiny peck on his collarbone. 

“I am sweet,” he insists with a whine,  “And I love you the way that you are.”

[yandere-romanticaa]

❝ 𝘖𝘧 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘦 𝘐’𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵. 𝘐𝘵’𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵. ❞ 🥀

yandere! Riddle Rosehearts headcanons.

I did some basic headcanons for him ages ago, but I'm doing them again because I am not satisfied with the old ones!

Trigger happy, obsessive, possessive and sensitive - one of the worst yanderes to have in my honest opinion. Riddle is like a ticking time bomb that no one will ever see coming and at the same time his anger can be felt even from the other side of the room. Due to his strict upbringing he never really thought about love. His s/o will have to be someone who was always kind to him, someone who actually listens to him and his problems but the most important thing would be that they stick by his side even after his overblot.

He was head over heels in love the entire time and he never even noticed it.

It’s a slow process really. It starts off as a simple puppy crush, it’s cute. Cater and Trey are the first ones who notice his sudden attitude change whenever s/o is around and then they not so subtly try to tease him. He of course brushes them off, not thinking anything of it. The weather was just a bit more humid today, that’s why he was sweating so much. Sweaty and shaky hands? Yeah, he had P.E. not too long ago. Scarlet red face? He’s just, tired, angry, whatever. His heart won’t stop beating like a drum? He is just nervous, he doesn’t know why he’s so nervous, but he still keeps making up excuses for himself and his actions. He is still very strict with himself and desires to present himself in the best possible light. He gives his s/o a lot of reasons why he is worth keeping around, and they are all actually quite valid. He is one of the best students in the entire school, he can help you with your studies! That in itself is a valid enough reason in his eyes, but deep down in his heart he lives to hear his s/o praise him. He wants to present himself in this powerful light, he wants his s/o to see him as someone manly and someone who can pull their weight while still being his own person, but his need for validation makes him weak. He’s similar to Azul in that regard, the second you show him even single ounce of softness he’s already lost. He starts to behave like a little puppy, his eyes are much brighter than they ought to be when he sees you. This is especially true if you join one of the dorm’s tea parties. He dedicates an entire table to you and your tastes, his favoritism is strong. Some of the dorm residents find it amusing, other hate it. He always reserves you a chair that is right next to his own and is more than happy to spent the rest of the day chatting with you. He really likes to hear you talk, you know? Your voice is incredibly soothing to him, it calms his nerves instantly.

His attitude would also depend whether or not he has you before or after his overblot. Don’t get it wrong though, it’s still Hell either way.

Pre blot he can get childish when it comes to you and your attention. Strongly forbids you to speak to anyone that isn’t him and maybe Trey but only if it’s for school or something Riddle himself needs. Very strict, very annyoing, he always talks down to you. He treats you like a pet almost, that condescending smirk is always on his face whenever he lectures you and waves his gloved finger at your spilled tea. Riddle is not going to settle for anything other than absolute perfection and neither should you.

Post overblot however he seems to be more self aware of his actions and feelings. If he hasn’t somehow made his intentions clear to you by now, he will do it the moment his feet touch the ground. It’s oddly sweet how badly he strives to make you into the best version of yourself but his intentions are far from pure. Pre overblot he is selfish and you are only ever perfect if you can live up to his sky high standards and demands, while post overblot he is more gentle and does not to wish to erase your entire personality and being. After all, those are the things that ended up saving him from the pool of darkness that he almost drowned in, he ought to thank you in any way he can.

Riddle is also someone who has an immense desire to spoil you but he often finds himself from ever going overboard, lest he wishes to turn you into an ungrateful brat. He uses things like sweets and your privacy as rewards. Did you pass that big test? Excellent, take this tart! He has taught you well! But, you did not show up to wrap up your club activities? Ah pity, looks like you will have to use your head....

He also dances on that fine thread of both being ice cruel and incredibly kind - he has always been fair but you really do bring out the best of both of those worlds out of him. His mind wanders often, he can never stop thinking about you. He wants to be the best, he wants to be the best choice for you. He will do anything and everything in his power for you to realize this too or so Lord help him, he might just stop breathing.

❤️TAGS: @yanroma, @sammo-writes-whatever, @cc-6789

[shittyblogname]

Hello! I thought of a cute fanfic idea for Michael x reader. What if Michael and the reader work at Sister Location and they have to hide under the desk together? Thank you, keep up the good work! Have a good day/night :)

Thanks for the request :), I have 2 more Angst requests that I'm gonna write either tonight or when I slept (its 4am here lol) but Michael fluff is always wanted >:)

Warnings: tight space, bidybabs (those mfers haunt me in my Nightmares)

When I write these sorta long requests I listen to the ambience of the game we're talking about & it always gives me the creeps when I reread my own writing for mistakes 💀 (with the phone guy angst I listened to the classic Fazbear chime & legit felt like I'm being watched, dunno if any other horror writer has this xd)

I deadass replayed that Night just for accuracy here

I finished this at 5:15am so forgive me for wacky spelling or weird phrasing oof

The lights went off as Handunit informed both of you about the Situation, a slight panic rising in your chest. You turned to Michael, who seemed to have trouble finding his flashlight. "Oxygen?!" you whisper-shouted, furrowing your eyebrows. "Yeah, crazy innit? We're so deep down that they have to use artificial ways of getting enough into this place." he sounded so calm, as if he's had to do this before. You knew a little bit about him, at least what he was willing to tell you. For example that he mainly works for his father, and he was stuck in establishments similar to this one previously. The motion trigger went off, causing you to flinch slightly. Michael raised his eyebrow, turning around to shine the dim light to the vent both of you came from. "entry way? Nobody's supposed to be here at night." you crossed your arms, arching your brows. "oh really? Who would've thought?" the slight anger and fear in your voice was clear to him, although you were more mad at the system for being so wack. The voice spoke up again, this time telling you about the maintenance vents. Michael pinched his nosebridge in annoyance. "How is it possible that he can think of such technologies in Robots, but not make a stable system that the place runs on?" You chuckled quietly at his words, a image of who he was talking about coming up in your mind. His dad, William Afton. He talked about him before, but when you met him for the job application you instantly got goosebumps around him. Tall, lanky, that creepy smile. It all came together for the looks of a perfect serial killer in your opinion, and that comment made Michael laugh for a good bit when you shared those thoughts in the main office.

"seriously! I've never seen such a creepy dude before." you leaned back in your chair, taking a sip of water from the bottle that you brought with you. Michael was still laughing, the sound of which making your heart flutter. He wiped away a few tears that formed, sitting back up straight. "oh man, I haven't laughed like that in a while." he faced you, a gentle smile on his lips. "thanks."

Suddenly, another female started speaking, startling both of you. You faced Michael again, unsure of what to do. He looked like something wasn't the way he was told it's gonna be, however you quickly dismissed that thought. You opened your mouth to say something, but the horror took a hold of you. Why would you need to hide? You hesitated kneeling down to find the space, heartbeat picking up the pace. Michael however searched around the desk, pulling the heavy steel aside, revealing the hiding spot. "I don't like this Michael-" your voice was trembling, just like you. "come on, we don't have a choice." he turned his head to look at you, concern written all over his features. Slowly, you made your way into the tight space, making sure to not take up more than necessary. He took his place in next to you, almost sitting in front in a protective manner. Pulling the door shut, your ears began to ring. A deafening tone spreading through the small room, forcing you to grab Michael's arm in panic. 'Try not to make eye contact' it was, you feared whatever would be on the other side. He slid his hand down to your hand, grabbing it in a firm hold in an attempt to reassure you. You shared a look with eachother, his eyes soothing you like a warm shower despite the worry circling in them. You jumped when the sound of metal hitting the plate seperating you from the machine on the other side echoed through the office. You were shaking, hysterically checking every single hole in the door before finding a eye. Icecold shivers ran down your spine, causing you to snap your head into the other direction, hitting Michael's shoulder. He ran his thumb over the back of your hand, encouraging you to hide your face there. He did as instructed, avoiding eye contact. Your heartbeat throbbed in your ears as you felt the door sliding open, eyes wide with horror. You grabbed onto whatever you could, trying to rip it out of the steel hands from the Robot on the other side. Eventually, it let go again, whispering that they 'have to leave now', followed by silence. Michael shone his light through the openings, looking into the room to make sure this wasn't a trick before opening the cover. He slid out first, grabbing your hand to help you stand. There was a moment where he held you close to him, gently rubbing your back to comfort you. The female voice spoke up again, then Handunit. You shared another look with Michael, agreeing to stay where you were for a bit before you hid your face in his chest again.

[becausegoodheroesdeservekidneys]

Trans followers, if you’re up for it, I’d like your input (you can message me privately or even anonymously if you wish).

So obviously I’m very cool and sexy and big brained and that’s why I write werewolf erotica, anyway I realised this morning that I haven’t tried writing a trans werewolf character. Or, more accurately and importantly: each book contains one new romance (plus an ongoing established one in the background that began in the first book). The new one each time is designed to explore a different dynamic - sometimes to challenge the existing relationship standards in this fucking genre (because my god these people think really-quite-horrific abuse is sexy), but sometimes to explore just, you know, another type of love, like a poly or ace relationship or what have you. And I realised that I have not yet done this with a trans werewolf.

This opens up two very big questions though, which I have just spent a really fun half hour talking over with a trans friend of mine, but I don’t want her to have to speak for all trans people on the subject. So I’m asking for input here.

I recognise that some people of course won’t agree on these - what’s invalidating for one is validating for another, and all that. But I do want to make sure that, whichever way I end up going with this, it’s based on the input and opinions of trans folks who approved and not solely what my well-intentioned but naive cis ass thought sounded nice. So! Questions under the cut, because I value your dashboards.

Okay, so question one: The Mate Bond.

These are a soulmate trope, and part of that is that a werewolf’s mate is always the most attractive person they’ve ever seen, right. So, how does that work if you are meeting your mate pre-transition?

Now, my current plan, after discussion this morning, is to say the attraction is there both before and after the transition. BUT, before it, it’s like... “You’re super hot but it feels like something is slightly missing in some way.” And then after transition it’s “Holy shit yeah there you are.” Attractive both sides, but post-transition, they’re actually themselves, you know? It feels right, not just to the trans person but also their mate. (Plus they’re happier, which is usually very attractive in its own right.)

However, my friend is grey-romantic, so she said of this question in particular I should probably check with others.

Moving on to question two: The Transition.

Okay, right, so, this is very literally a transformative species. They can turn into bloody wolves and back. 

That means reforming their entire bodies, growing and losing whole appendages (tails), rearranging organs, changing hormones. It means they physically lose and regrow their secondary sex characteristics all the time, since body hair is constantly in flux, fat deposits move, breasts are lost and regrown; it also means their entire genital structures are changed (as anyone who reads A/B/O can attest). Like, the basis for physical change is very much there.

On top of that, this is a species with a bit of a weak psychic field. They always look hot - I’ve already explained that as, given that they’re a supernatural race, they evolve over time to fit the beauty norms of the day to give them a predatory edge, that sort of thing. Plus... for example, if a woman with long hair shifts, she gets it back once she shifts human again, right? She doesn’t shift back to a pixie cut. Her morphic field knows, somehow, what she should look like in human shape, and I figure that’s based on her subconscious to a degree, at least. So physical adaptation to an ideal is also there, as a base. 

And finally, werewolves are born as wolf pups, shift into human toddlers after a couple of days, and then stay human until “First Shift” at eighteen. When they get this shift, they get their wolf and can now transform at will; they also get their Gift (one (1) small superpower, as a treat); and they can now form a mate bond, and so will recognise their mate. Full fledging into adulthood, basically.

So, if we are literally only looking at the existing lore that I have already established... I can’t see any narrative reason why a trans werewolf, on reaching eighteen and gaining their wolf, wouldn’t naturally and automatically transition over the course of their first-however-many shifts. From a sci-fi/fantasy perspective, that fits perfectly into the world building that’s there.

However, werewolves do not actually exist and this world is fictional and will be whatever I tell it to be, whereas actual trans humans who might read this are real. So: does this sound okay? 

My friend’s response to this one was “IDK that seems fine to me. Actually that sounds really nice.” But I’d like to run that by a few more people because I am cis and outside my wheelhouse.

(And if it sounds good, how many shifts should that take? Instant, just one and done, to reflect that this is who you were inside all along? Or gradual, over twenty or more, so they have an actual transition period that a reader gets to see? Or somewhere in between?)

Anyway thank you all! Feel no obligation to respond if you don’t want to. As I say, the likelihood is that I won’t get 100% agreement because YMMV (what I want out of a feminist novel is often different from what friends of mine want to see for example; it happens), but whichever path I end up going down is going to be feedback-based. 

I should probably also mention that, so far, there has been zero homophobia in any of these. So, my very strong instinct is to not include any intentional transphobia. It would be a love story that features a character who happens to be trans, not a love story about being trans. Apologies if that’s not your jam, but I would certainly want to defer to those with first hand experience writing those stories. These are just very silly books about werewolves.

[shinsouskitten]

Hi, so I just read your Bakugou NSFW alphabet, and I was wondering could you do one for Karma Akabane? There's a lack of content for him on Tumblr in general compared to Bakugou and I'm THIRSTY.

ME TOO HONEY. love me some sadistic redhead moments

also sorry for this being like RLLY late 😔 i hope you're not too dehydrated

Warnings: nsfw, mdni, this one is dirty

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Okay hear me out. He’s kinda shit at aftercare. He tries, bless him, but he’s just not really a nice guy (I love the guy but c’mon). Likely the most you’ll get is half a glass of water he forgot was on his bedside table and a towel to clean yourself off. At least, that’s all you’ll get while you’re awake. Once you’re asleep he’ll clean you properly (as well as he can without waking you up) and make sure you’re lying comfortably so you don’t wake up too stiff

There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re okay (and alive) then just lay there stroking your hair until you come (no pun intended) back to him

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and their partner’s)

He likes his hands, especially around your throat or gripping your hips like a vice as he completely ruins you. Something makes me think Karma is a neck guy, cause he can cover them with hickies that you can’t hope to hide unless you have some really good concealer. He’s a bit of a vampire

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Everywhere and anywhere. Karma loves to make a mess, and then constantly tell you how dirty you are and demand that you clean yourself up. One of his favorite moments is after he cums inside you, and warns you not to waste a single drop. If you do, oh boy, I guess he’ll just have to fill you up again

D = Dirty secret (pretty clear, a dirty secret of theirs)

Karma doesn’t really have any dirty secrets. If he wants to try something out, he’ll tell you. Really he’s shameless. He’s not gonna hide anything from you, even the darkest thoughts born from his deepest depravity

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Not many people would be able to go a night with Karma, cause he can get a little intense, so before you he’s not incredibly experienced. He’s not a virgin by any means, but he hasn’t had the chance to try out most of the crazy things he wants to try. So for the most part he knows what he’s doing, but when it gets to the really fun stuff… well it’ll be a learning curve for the both of you

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Karma doesn’t really have a favorite position, simply because you never stay in one for long enough

G = Goofy (how serious are they in the moment?)

If you whine, or beg, he will laugh at you (the low chuckle 😩). This dude just really enjoys mocking you, but he’s still very serious about pleasuring you

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

Tbh he doesn’t really put too much effort into grooming. Mostly he’ll just try to keep it trimmed, and occasionally he’ll shave. Don’t worry tho, even though he doesn’t groom like crazy, he still keeps everything clean

I = Intimacy (how romantic are they in the moment?)

He’s a fucking sadist. Don’t expect him to kiss your forehead and shower you with rose petals cause that’s just not Karma. This man will fuck you until you’re drooling and shaking and unable to talk with absolutely no remorse

J = Jack off (what are their views on masturbation?)

Honestly likes it a little too much. Is there such a thing as a masturbation addiction, cause if so, Karma has it. He has an incredibly high drive, and you’re not always there (or able to keep up with him) so if the dick goes up, the hand goes down

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

He puts the S in BDSM

L = Location (favorite places to do the dance with no pants)

Once again, anywhere and everywhere. He’s also not shy about being caught

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going, etc)

When you talk back to him. Did someone say brat tamer?

N = No (turn offs, something they wouldn’t do)

He’ll try anything once, so don’t be shy to suggest something. This man is truly depraved, so anything you could think of, he’s thought of worse

O = Oral (do they prefer giving or receiving? how skilled are they?)

Receiving, 100% receiving. And he’s not gentle either. Get ready for a face fucking cause he will use you until he’s satisfied. If he’s going down on you, it’s because he wants to overstimulate you and see those pretty little tears run down your cheeks

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

He will break your back. ‘Nuff said

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies)

Karma looooooooves quickies, especially in public. There’s something about being so needy that you just can’t wait and the thrill and risk of being caught by unsuspecting onlookers

R = Risk (how risky are they willing to be?)

He once fucked you through a midnight showing of Fifty Shades of Gray, as a demonstration that that movie knows nothing about the real good stuff (his words). Surprisingly, no one in the cinema caught on to what was happening in the back seats, and even if they heard something, they most likely ignored it as part of the film. So yeah, he’s down for some risk

S = Stamina (how long do they last? how many rounds?)

It just doesn’t stop. Like- HOW CAN ONE PERSON HAVE SO MUCH STAMINA?! TF?! If you’re not literally shaking he’s not stopping (unless you ask him too of course, he may be an ass but he’s not a completely terrible person)

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them on a partner or themselves?)

Oh my. If it exists, he has it. And he’s not shy about trying toys on himself either. He’s very open to new things so it’s not uncommon that you come home to find three new boxes on the kitchen counter and Karma standing over them with a maniacal grin

U = Unfair (how much do they tease?)

Dude. It’s Karma

V = Volume (how they sound, how loud they are, etc)

A small groan here and there, but most of the volume coming from your bedroom will be your own screams. The neighbors know his name, they’ve heard it so much it’d be impossible not to. He uses a fair amount of dirty talk, but he keeps most of his own sounds quiet. He wants to hear your voice, not his own

W = Wild card (a random headcanon)

Now cause it’s not technically a dirty secret I left this one until now. One time he had a dream where you topped him and he woke up harder than he’s ever been in his life. He’s way too proud to ever admit wanting to see you take the lead, but if you surprise him and steal the reins, he may just protest a little less

X = X-ray (let’s have a looksee in those pants)

Mini Karma stands tall at a good 7 inches. He’s slightly leaner than average, but there’s a slight curve that has him drilling into your sweet spot with each and every thrust

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

You know Mt Everest? Yeah? Keep going up

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

With his stamina levels it’s highly unlikely he’d fall asleep before you. There’s been the occasional time when you’ve passed out from how hard you came and he’s just kinda stared at you for a moment before making sure you’re still alive

[allywritesforfun]

{Who is y/n Dating?} Sapnap x Reader

summary: you are friends with the dream team and chat thought that you are dating one of them because it seems like all of them has a crush on you and they all tease the idea and chat can't figure it out

pronouns: they/them mentioned once, otherwise nothing else

word count: 2316

trigger warnings: swearing, offensive language not directed at reader

a/n: I got this request from @iloveappleberries <333

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“Oh y/n?” You leaned back in your chair, amused at the fact that chat already noticed you hopped into Sapnap’s chat not even a second go. “Are they really here?”

You smirked to yourself knowing how chat acted up whenever you joined his stream. You leaned forward in your chair and rested your elbows against the table. You typed in chat: hey :)

And just like that, the small winky face, sent everyone in a frenzy. They were ecstatic that you flirted with Sapnap. Well, really they went crazy whenever you flirted with anyone. You had a tendency to do it more than you would like to admit. But who could really blame you? Sapnap, Dream, and George are so hot.

“y/n hop in vc 2!” Sapnap encouraged.

You smiled, shaking your head. You didn't plan on streaming today, but I guess it wouldn't hurt to be in someone else’s stream just for a little bit. You tugged your headphones over your eyes and scooted close to your mic, joining the vc, “Hello?”

“You actually joined!” Sapnap cheered.

“Well yeah, who would turn down watching the hottest valorant player play some valo?” You teased. You looked over at the tab for chat. They continued on their ‘y/nnap’ hype.

Sapnap chuckled, “Damn right I am.”

You rolled your eyes, “Seems like you’ve been having a rough day. That win count doesn't look very high to me.”

You heard him sigh, “It’s literally not my fault. Some fucking whore decided that they were gonna all the fucking rounds and-”

“You’re bitching again?” You asked. “All you do is bitch, it's never ‘I fucked up’, always gotta be someone else’s fault.”

“Bye y/n,” Sapnap jokingly left the vc out of ‘anger’. He was still busy with his stream and losing pretty bad at valorant so you decided to leave the vc too.

You scrolled through your tag on Twitter. You were curious about what people had to say about your appearance and light flirting. It was the normal debate of who you were dating. Ever since you started streaming with Dream Team, chat was quick to pick up that you had a certain charm to you and that you had all of the boys simping for you. At this point they don't hide it. You all flirted with another, it was some weird platonic square of flirting back and forth.

Every time you interacted with one of them, chat did their damndest to figure out if your two were together. They seemed to have this idea of you dating one of them, they just had to figure out who.

The truth was, you weren't dating any of them. You were all just friends who saw an opportunity for clout and took it. It was probably the most fun thing that you have ever done. At first, it was all shit and giggles. Dream suggested it after they thought you were dating him but flirted with Sapnap at the same time. It was a little game of “who is y/n dating?” For the mcyt community, you and the Dream Team became the next “Jacob or Edward?”. Everyone had their own opinions and evidence to back it up and you thought it was enjoyable for all that were involved.

Your scrolling was interrupted by an incoming call from Dream. You waited a second before answering, “Is that Dream from the Dsmp?”

He chuckled, “Yes, yes it is. I’m not live by the way. I just got done talking with Sapnap.”

“Sapnap?” You questioned. “I was just on his stream.”

“Mhm,” He hummed. “I tried to join before you left. I wanted to fuck around a little with chat.”

You laughed, “Did you get the part where I called him ‘hot’? Chat seemed to be entertained.”

“I didn't hear it, but I was told about it,” Dream replied. “Chat was asking me to go see if Sap was blushing or not…they could hear it apparently. Then they asked me how it felt to get my ‘crush’ stolen by my roommate.”

“Did you go check?” You asked for no apparent reason.

“Someone’s curious…” Dream teased.

You sighed, “Don't start that now, you know I’m just curious.”

“I did not check, but I’m sure if I did that he would be blushing so hard.”

The thought of you making that Texian bastard blush made your heartbeat a little faster. Although the whole dating thing was for clout, you did have the best times pretending with Sapnap. He was by far the one who you had the most fun with.

“I’m thinking about making a tweet,” You told Dream. “Something like ‘everyone is trying to figure out who I’m dating but I'm trying to figure out who I’m not’. Something stupid like that.”

He wheezed, “That is a great idea, do it right now, I wanna see what they say.”

You quickly typed the Tweet out and posted it. The likes and reposts sky rocketed up right away. You immidentanly had an incoming call from George. Dream added him in.

“What do you mean, ‘who you’re not dating’?” George asked before even saying ‘Hello’.

You and Dream both laughed in response. “We just wanted to mess with them a little bit,” You explained. “We’re feeding them the content today.”

“Oh I see,” George replied. “You seem to be doing a good job of it.”

You crossed your arms proudly, “Yes I am, thank you very much.”

The three of you sat in silence for a bit, thinking about what to say. Besides this trope, you three never talked or had much in common. You were all good friends, but they were too busy simping for each other to really have deep conversations with you.

You tapped the side of your desk about to speak before Deram blurted out: “You know we can tell the difference in your voice when you flirt with us and with Sapnap right?”

“W-What?” You stuttered out.

You always knew that you were closer with Sapnap, but you didn't realize that it affected the way you sounded when you talked to him. That was such a plain middle school embarrassment type of thing.

George lightly laughed with Dream, “You seriously don't think that we would notice?”

“Your voice gets higher pitched and everything!”

You sighed, burying your head in your hands from embarrassment. You never acted on your feelings for Sapnap, you always kept them inside to stick with the trope. It would be super weird for you to actually date one of them. But, if you had the choice, it would be Sapnap without a single doubt in your mind. You connected best with him and he made you laugh the hardest out of the three. You tended to play a lot more games with him than anyone else, which was a main point for y/nnap shippers.

“Is my acting really that good that I’ve fooled you guys into thinking that I wanna date Sapnap too?” You laughed. “You guys sound exactly like chat right now.”

“You are literally the worst person at covering up a crush, y/n,” George stated. “We aren't dumb you know.”

You sighed, “I do not wanna date Sapnap. That would be ridiculous.”

“Get that, ‘I do not wanna date Sapnap’ bullshittery out of here!” Dream yelled. “We both know you have a thing for him! You give him the most nicknames out of all of us! We only have like one! He has like five!”

“And how if you have facecam on, it ‘loses battery’ once Sapnap is about to join!” George added.

At that moment, you knew that they had caught you. They both knew and they picked up on all of your tells, “Do you think I should mess around with me dating him more?”

“I think you should actually date him,” Dream suggested.

You choked on the sudden air you inhaled, “You’re kidding! Stop messing with me!”

“I’m not!” He assured. “I think he really likes you too! He’s always talking about wanting to play games with you or invite you over to make something.”

“You two would make a great couple…” George added.

You thought for a second, “Dream, does he really like me?”

“Yeah I do…” You jumped at Sapnap’s voice. You nearly fell out of your chair because you were taken back by his sudden appearance in the group call. You checked who was actually in the call, and realized you never actually left the vc.

“Are you still streaming?” You quickly asked.

“No I’m not,” Sapnap answered. “My stream actually crashed because I had Twitter open so I decided to be done for the day. Chat really does know how to break a man’s internet.”

“My internet,” Dream interjected.

“Shut the actual fuck up, Dream. No one fucking asked,” Sapnap told him. “You guys leave vc,”

George was quick to leave and Dream fought it off for a bit, dying to hear the drama, but he did leave.

“I should’ve told you that I was still listening,” Sapnap admitted. “That wasn't really nice of me.”

You sighed, “Well, I guess everything happens for a reason right?”

You heard him huff out, “This is really short notice but do you wanna come over? I’m sure Dream won't mind but I really think we should do something?”

“Oh?” You asked.

“I think you should let me kiss you in a TikTok, but I don't show my face and we post it and watch everyone lose their absolute shit,” He suggested. You could tell that he was nervous from the way that his voice changed pitches through his sentences, but it was so cute.

“You wanna kiss me?” You asked.

“Oh shit!” Sapnap yelled. “I forgot the part about uh- asking you out. That part was actually supposed to happen first but uh- I was nervous so I kinda skipped it.”

“You dumb motherfucker!” You heard Dream faintly yell in the background.

“Sit your ass down you cunt!” Sapnap yelled. “Go back to your fucking hole and practice jumping off a cliff into a one by fucking one!”

You giggled at how flustered he got from messing up his ‘i think we should be together speech’, but you appreciated jumping right in. “Yeah I’ll leave right now!”

You set your phone on the ground and angled it up. You backed up next to Sapnap and got up on your tippy toes, getting close to his face and looking down to make sure that no definable features of him were showing. You couldn't see that well because Sapnap was quick to place his hand on your cheek and start to lean in.

You backed away laughing, “Not yet Sap! I haven't even started the recording!”

“Ugh!” He complained. “Did you really think I was gonna be able to hold back when I got a smokin’ hot snack in front of me!”

You shook your head and pushed him off. You bent back down to your phone and angled it forward more so that it wouldn't show his scruff.

“Is it good now,” He whined impatiently. “I really wanna kiss you now.”

You got up after setting a ten second timer and smiled, “Just don't take a step back and we’ll be good.”

You stood in front of Sapnap. He wasn't the tallest in the world, but was still taller than you. You couldn’t help but smile and giggle at how awkward this was. You were literally about to have your first kiss with Sapnap on a fucking TikTok and have the chance of people thinking it was Dream or George.

Nervous to make the first move you exclaimed: “Hurry up! “The timer is gonna-”

Sapnap cut you off by grabbing your hips roughly and pulling you close to him, desperately smashing his lips against yours. You could hear the video start with “Ophelia” playing as the sound. Sapnap hand’s explored your back as he kissed you with urgency, like he’s had this built up in him for months. You were quick to respond to his actions by wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling him down closer to you.

Your adrenaline was through the roof as you kissed him back with as much passion as you could. You’ve never had someone this obsessed with you and you loved every second. The sound stopped playing and you pulled away. You grabbed your phone and brought it over to Sapnap as you watched the replay.

“That was fucking hot,” He commented, still trying to catch his breath. “Post that shit and let those fuckers know you’re all mine.”

You laughed, “The whole point of this was to make them think about who you’re supposed to be.”

“Oh they’ll know damn well I’m yours real quick if they start saying you were kissing Dream or something stupid like that.”

You laughed and pushed at his shoulder, “Cut that out. Don't already be getting jealous.” You posted the video and refreshed the page. Chat did not let you down as they flushed the comment section about who they thought it would be, going as far to look at cracks in the wall to see if they could recognize any.

“Oh they know it’s me,” Sapnap placed his arm around your shoulder as he read the top comment: “‘only sapnap would kiss y/n with that much eagerness and passion’”

You smiled at the comment. They were one hundred percent right and everyone agreed with them. There were a few people arguing that it was Dream or George, but everyone basically knew it was Sapnap.

“See that shit?” Sapnap asked, replaying the video. “You get that whenever you want now.”

You chuckled, “More like you’re gonna give it to me whenever you want.”

Sapnap leaned down and placed a long, warm kiss to your temple, “I like the sound of that.”

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[sw1mmingfoolz]

🌼 picnic - choi vernon (500 follower special) 🌼

ask: 'for your 500 follower event, could i get a fluff drabble with husband!vernon about going on a surprise picnic with fem wife? Ty ty also congrats :)) you deserve it~' - @hanzzzol

genre: lots of fluff! + husband!vernon au

content warnings: none that i know of!

wc: 1k (a drabble, yeah)

a/n: thank you for both the request and the kind words my lovely! this was such a cute idea and i hope i did it justice 💞 feedback is of course always appreciated, and the 500 follower event can be found here :)

The world seemed to still as your eyes met, both of you staring at one another like a deer caught in headlights. Vernon blinked first, rapidly, swallowing hard.

“What are you doing home?” You broke the heavy silence with furrowed brows, finally shaking your shock and frankly just happy you weren’t in the middle of a home invasion. He looked down at the lamp you were grasping in your hands and burst into laughter, the reality of the situation setting in.

“Did you bring that to attack me with?” He choked out around giggles, causing your face to heat up as you set the porcelain base on the countertop.

“I brought it to attack whomever was robbing my home, actually,” you scoffed in response, padding over to wrap your arms around his waist and bury your face into his chest. His sweater was soft against your cheek, and even though it smelled of the detergent you always used, he smelled like home. “I thought you left for work?” He raised a hand to pet your hair, smiling fondly as your words were muffled by his clothes.

“We have the day off today, I just wanted to surprise you,” he murmured into your hair as he pressed a kiss into it. “I went to the store, look!” You reluctantly pried your face away to look at the kitchen countertop before you, wondering how you hadn’t seen the assortment of finger foods when you’d initially walked in. Sandwiches were in the process of being cut up into cute triangles and various fruits were packed into tupperware containers, fresh pastries nestled in greaseproof paper beside them. He started towards the living room, begrudgingly removing your arms from his sides. He felt like every part of you was made for him, as you fit together so perfectly, like you were a puzzle piece he’d been missing. He adored your warmth and your scent, the way you nuzzled into him at any given opportunity, the way he could feel you smile against him even when he couldn’t see your face.

Your hand fit snugly in his as he led you through the doorway, gesturing proudly to the sofa. Sat atop the cushions was a wicker basket, delicately weaved, large and spacious with white ribbons adorning the handles and circling the middle. You gasped at how pretty it was before it hit you; you’d mentioned in passing that you’d never been on a picnic before a few weeks ago when Vernon had chosen Emma for your weekly film night, but you hadn’t put much thought into it.

“You remembered that?” You smiled softly, touched by the gesture, and he nodded with a grin.

“I might forget my own birthday sometimes, but I never forget anything you tell me,” he chuckled as you pulled him in for a chaste kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck.

“Thank you,” you whispered, to which he kissed you briefly again.

“Anything for you, wifey,” he cooed, chortling when you exaggeratedly pretended to gag. “I’ll finish the food, get ready to head out.”

The breeze was soft, tousling your hair and tickling your skin as you laughed heartily with your husband. The sky was azure and entirely clear, deep blue fading to a silvery pale hue on the horizon, and the trees rustled gently as if conversing with one another. Magpies sat among the leaves, calling out and singing, but the sound was drowned out by shrieking children playing nearby. The food was delicious, moreso in your opinion because you were enjoying it with your favourite person in your favourite park. You pointed every dog you saw out to him with an excitement he was always quick to mirror, and earned kisses all over your face as a result, him squealing about how you were irresistibly cute.

Eventually, you let your head fall into Vernon’s lap as you giggled at another one of his silly jokes, not missing the way his face softened when he looked down at you. He brushed a strand of hair from your face and let his hand rest warmly on your cheek, both of you falling suddenly quiet as you simply observed one another.

“You’re so pretty,” he hummed after a moment, eyes scanning over your face tenderly.

“You see my face like, every day,” you chuckled, trying to wave off his compliment in spite of the knowledge he could feel the heat rising in your cheeks. “Even when you’re on tour, I’m literally your phone wallpaper,” you picked his phone up from the gingham blanket and showed him the screen as if he were somehow unaware, making him scoff.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re still absolutely angelic,” he said, pressing his lips into a thin line as he took his phone back and with it, your focus. “If anything I find you even prettier with every day that we’re married.” You pouted at his words, inexplicably shy, which caused him to grin fondly. “You’re adorable, too,” he laughed, reaching for the pot of strawberries he’d been eating before you’d distracted him and holding one to your lips. You took a small bite and hummed, feeling entirely peaceful, as he put the rest of the fruit in his mouth and sighed contentedly through his nose. He leaned back on one arm, using it to hold his weight while the other stroked your hair, occasionally removing it again to feed you another strawberry, his mouth turning up every time you whined at the loss of touch. You watched the children in the playground before casting your eyes back to your husband’s annoyingly perfect, chiselled face, finding him surveying them as well.

“What are you thinking about?” You asked quietly, almost inaudibly, to which he shook his head.

“I think that’s a discussion for another time,” he replied wistfully, to which you nodded, snuggling further into his lap. “We should definitely make a routine of this, whenever we have the time,” you closed your eyes and hummed in agreement.

“I just enjoy spending my time with you, no matter what we do.”

[bitsandbobsofwriting]

5 times Merlin does something that requires a considerable amount of strength;

+1 time the gang has time to actually bring it up.

Everyone is baffled, half distracted by Merlin’s surprising buffness and half amused by Arthur’s gay panic:

1)

The clearing fills with the sounds of a brutal fight. 

The Knights of Camelot, along with their King, had given up on trying to figure out how bandits always managed to find them in the woods. It seemed impossible for there to be so many mercenary groups that it was just coincidence for them to stumble upon each other so often, but equally, the knights moved quietly and always covered their tracks well, so... yeah, who knows.

The point is, they’re outnumbered three to one, and all of them were starting to regret not listening to Merlin’s earlier suggestion that they keep riding for another hour or so; their camp was destroyed and the fight was tiring them out.

Three to one weren’t bad odds, especially for knights with such a high level of skill, but it was exhausting and time consuming and they just wanted it to be over. Merlin was having similar thoughts as he stumbles through the middle of the crowd, trying to get out of the way. He was keeping an eye on them of course, but his friends were winning so his magical intervention wasn’t really needed; he was just annoyed that Arthur was almost certainly going to make him clear everything up afterwards.

His attention is suddenly caught when Percival’s voice rings out across the clearing:

“Merlin! Behind you!”

All of the knights’ gazes whip to the servant when they hear the giant’s yell, and they all abandon their own battles to step towards him despite knowing that they were too far away to be able to help in time. The servant takes in a sharp breath at Percival’s warning, becoming suddenly aware of a fast-moving presence behind him; he forms a fist and turns, swinging blindly with all his strength and following through even when his knuckles crunch with surprising accuracy against the temple of a bandit.

The man, not expecting the rapid attack, doesn’t have time to move out of the way, and his head jerks to the side, his entire body following as if an afterthought. He crumples to the floor gracelessly, unconscious before his head makes contact with the trampled undergrowth.

Merlin hisses at the pain bursting through his knuckles and up into his wrist, shaking his hand out as he steps over the bandit’s still form without even blinking, back to focusing on attempting to find a tree to sit behind and sulk, as if nothing had happened.

The knights only have a fraction of a second to freeze in shock before they’re dragged back to their own fights, forced to defend themselves lest they get skewered. 

The battle only lasts a few more minutes; despite being outnumbered, the knights far outmatch the bandits in skill (and sufficient armour) and Merlin was correct in his assumption that they wouldn’t need any of his DIY luck, which is a good thing really, considering how much his hand is throbbing. He peeks his head around the tree when things go suspiciously quiet, getting up and making his way to the abandoned bag of medical supplies when he sees the knights victorious.

The servant runs a quick gaze over them, taking stock of any potential injuries as he makes his way through the clearing, injured hand clenched tightly and held to his chest. He may have knocked the bandit out, but that just meant that the punch was hard enough to do damage to his hand as well as the other guy’s head. When he finds nothing more than the odd bruise on the others, he grabs a roll of bandages for himself, quickly wrapping his hand almost painfully tight, before turning to Arthur with a scowl:

“I told you we were too close to the road, I told you we should’ve kept on going. But do you ever listen to me? No, because you’re-”

He’s cut off by The King stepping towards him and taking his bandaged hand, cradling it gently and looking to Merlin in concern:

“Merlin, are you alright?”

Merlin just rolls his eyes and huffs, snatching his hand back and retreating to check on the horses, thankfully tied and uninjured at the edge of the clearing:

“No, my hand fucking hurts, because, surprisingly enough, these idiots have skulls almost as thick as yours. We need to move camps, like I said earlier. Prat.”

Arthur frowns, looking down to Merlin’s unconscious bandit at his feet, and then glancing back to the other knights, who all just shrug with wide eyes. The King sighs, reluctantly nodding at Merlin’s assertion as he stares up at the darkening sky, deciding that Merlin must’ve... hit a pressure point or... something:

“Everyone pack up, I want to be moving on in three minutes.”

2)

Merlin had foregone his jacket and rolled his sleeves up in the surprising Spring heatwave.

Which was a sight in itself.

But what really made the knights look twice (I mean... Arthur was just outright staring, but Leon had long since glared the others into not mentioning The King’s little... crush) was the way the supposedly wimpy servant had two sets of chainmail folded on one shoulder, his arm curled over them to keep them balanced, and a few odd bits of mismatched armour clutched in his other hand. He was making his way from the training field up to the castle, presumably to find an empty room to sit quietly and clean them.

Elyan waves at him across the field, the movement just about catching the servant’s gaze as he twists around, flashing a bright, sunny grin in place of waving back. 

Arthur gulps, eyes drawn to the vein standing out from Merlin’s uncovered neck; apparently the heat had encouraged him to abandon his neckerchief as well. The King takes a deep breath, sending a scowl Merlin’s way to cover his... surprise, holding in a smirk when the servant just rolls his eyes and turns back to the castle.

His stride was strong, and though his arms were straining against the weight, he looked entirely unbothered, not even breathing deeply as he picks up his pace, jogging up the citadel steps.

Training had all but stopped at this point, the roundtable knights staring in confusion as Merlin carefully pulled the door open, making sure he wouldn’t drop anything, before nudging the door shut again with his hip. Gwaine was the first to break the silence, quirking one of his eyebrows up as he speaks in a slightly surprised tone:

“Didn’t know he had it in him. Wearing one set, when the weight is evenly distributed, is hard enough, let alone carrying two sets. And armour. Up steps. Huh.”

Arthur clears his throat, looking away with a slight blush as he asserts:

“Yes, well, knights carry the same weight in armour and weapons everyday, if not more. If you’re that impressed Sir Gwaine, perhaps you should work on your strength.”

Gwaine turns to him with a smirk, but Leon’s warning glare stops him from teasing, or saying anything else that could be considered treasonous. Instead, he rolls his eyes at the first knight before humming non-committedly and pointing his sword at The King:

“That, Princess, sounds like a challenge.”

Arthur, blush forgotten, looks up with raised eyebrows and a chuckle, noting with satisfaction the way the other knights spread out to form a circle around the two of them, swords lowered and expectant looks on their faces:

“Does it now? I suppose you’ll have to take me up on it then, won’t you?”

3)

The knights were on some stupid (in Merlin’s opinion) quest.

The group was currently making their way through a complicated cave system. They had maps, thankfully, but they were old, and provided by a small village of locals who hadn’t spoken common very well. 

They’d had to trade away half of their supplies in return for the maps, so Arthur was already in a foul mood, but a dotted line on the page across the path they were following was worrying him. The note written next to it was in some old, almost lost native language, so The King had just resigned himself to carrying on and hoping for the best.

Which is why he let out a series of echoing curse words when they turned a corner to find a ragged overhang, about eight feet above the path. The wall curved in on itself before jutting out again at the top, making it impossible to climb, even without armour and swords and packs.

Elyan is the first to break the tense silence after Arthur’s outburst, his tone half amused, half annoyed, as he mutters:

“That’ll be why the locals kept pointing at that ladder then.”

Arthur huffs, glaring at the knight with a rare venom, but Leon gestures to the map in his hand before he can retort:

“We can always go back, or is there another way around?”

Arthur huffs louder, letting out a short growl as he thrusts the maps to Leon’s chest and paces closer to the overhang:

“Feel free, if you can find an alternative route, please, enlighten me. The village is a day’s journey away, we don’t have time to go back.”

Leon covers his annoyance at Arthur’s harshness well, but Merlin scowls at The King openly before moving to stand at the junction between the wall of the corridor, and the overhang in front of them:

“Don’t be an arse, Arthur, it’s not Leon’s fault that none of us can understand Old... whatever it was. And it’s not that high, just-”

With that, Merlin braces his foot against the wall, bending his knees slightly before pushing off and jumping up, reaching out and grabbing the overhang, his feet dangling off the ground. The knights stare in shock, but before they can say anything, Merlin swings his feet forwards, and backwards, and forwards again. When they swing back for the second time, he uses the momentum to pull himself up, his arms locking out straight beneath him as he lifts his knees up, crawling over the edge and onto the floor above them.

Arthur blinks, looking from the floor, to the wall, and up to Merlin again, trying to figure out how the hell his manservant had enough strength in his arms and core to pull himself up; he hadn’t even taken his pack off.

Lancelot clears his throat, tilting his head and frowning as he slowly speaks:

“That was... impressive. But we’re wearing armour, Merlin, I don’t think we’ll be able to manage that with all the extra weight.”

No one mentions that they don’t think they could do it even without armour.

Merlin just rolls his eyes and sits on the edge, his feet dangling below him as he gestures vaguely:

“Well if you just get your hands on the ledge then I can pull you up. Take your packs off and throw them up first if you’re so worried, you can give each other a hand up, and Percival can go last because of how tall he is. Come on, it wasn’t that hard.”

Lancelot shrugs, taking his pack off and throwing it up with all his might. Merlin leans out, catching it with ease and chucking it behind him as he motions Percival to interlock his hands. The knight does so, allowing Lancelot to step on them and throw himself up, just about managing to catch the ledge and groaning at the strain in his arms. Merlin brings his feet back over the overhang, bracing his heels against the stone as he reaches down, gripping Lancelot’s wrists and hauling him up and over the edge.

Lance yelps as Merlin yanks him up, rolling onto his back and panting at the ceiling as he blinks in surprise. Merlin doesn’t pay him any attention, frowning down at the others and gesturing at them to hurry:

“Come on, I thought we were in a rush?”

With that, they all huddle below, taking turns to be thrown up and hauled over the edge. Merlin drags Elyan up on his own, Lance still recovering from his slight shock, but the more people gather at the top, the less work Merlin has to do. Which is good, because he may be strong, but he’s not sure he could manage Percival on his own. The giant has to take a running leap at the ledge, and it takes four of them to pull him up without dislocating any shoulders or throwing out any backs.

When they’re all successfully at the top, Merlin wordlessly picks his pack up, shrugging it onto his shoulders as he begins a quick pace along the corridor as if he hadn’t a care in the world; the knights break out of their stupors and jog to catch up, knowing that Merlin was right and they needed to hurry.

4)

Arthur was glaring resolutely at the floor, trying to psych himself up to confront whatever arsehole had managed to get the drop on him and his six best knights. The others were arguing in whispers around him, trying to figure out some way to escape the dungeon unscathed, though The King kept silent, knowing that the only way out was if someone unlocked these infernal chains first.

They’d only been there for around an hour, so no one from Camelot would have realised they were missing yet; their only hope was that Merlin was making his way back to the city to get help. He’d been off gathering firewood, and he’d already been gone half a candle mark when they’d been ambushed; Arthur would never admit it, but he had faith that Merlin would be able to sort everything out.

The King harshly shushes the knights as he hears the guards begin to yell, but frowns in confusion when he hears “They’re going crazy up there!” and “What the fuck?!” before the unmistakable sound of armoured boots running up the stairs and away from the dungeons reaches them.

The knights all look to each other in confusion, straining against their chains to try and see through the small barred window at the top of the door. A shadow passes through the square of light on the floor, and they all shuffle back against the wall, staying silent. None of them manage to hold in their surprised yelps however, when the door suddenly bursts in, the wood around the lock splintering violently and spreading shards across the dungeon floor.

A strong arm extends out, stopping the now broken beyond repair door from swinging shut again, and the knights look up, taking in sharp gasps when they see Merlin stood there, scowling disapprovingly with a ring of keys in his other hand and one foot in front of the other, as if he had... as if he had kicked the door. Leon is the first to break the silence:

“Merlin?? What are you doing here?”

Merlin’s scowl deepens as he glances down the corridor before stepping into the dungeon, sorting through the keys to try and figure out which one would open which set of chains:

“Well I’m rescuing you lot, obviously. I leave camp for barely a candle-mark and you get yourselves kidnapped. Honestly, how hard is it to not find trouble, for once?”

Arthur is too busy staring at Merlin’s apparently muscled legs to say anything, even when Elyan clears his throat and kicks him, so Percival is the next to speak as Merlin unlocks his chains:

“Why not just... unlock the door?”

Merlin doesn’t look at the largest of the knights as he moves on to the others, unchaining them one by one as he responds, his scowl still firmly in place:

“The key was on a separate ring and I only had time to grab one, figured the door would be easier to break than the chains.”

Arthur finally blinks and shakes his head free of.... distracting, thoughts as Merlin finally turns to him, holding his hands out to be unchained as he clears his throat and says strongly, forcing the waiver from his voice:

“How did you distract the guards?”

Merlin finally smiles at that, standing and reaching into his pocket to pull out a lumpy looking bit of plant:

“Snuck in and pretended to be one of their slaves, laced all the jugs with mandrake root. They’re all going loopy with hallucinations upstairs, a few of them vomited and I think one guy might have shit himself. The guards went to see what was wrong, so we don’t have much time, come on.”

Arthur nods impressed, and was the last of the group to sneak from the dungeon, pausing briefly to run a hand over the splintered wood and warped metal of the kicked-in door, before shaking his head and following the others out of the not-quite-abandoned fort.

5)

It had been almost a year since Merlin had last seen his mother, so when the servant requested two weeks off to visit home, wanting to help the village out with repairs before the winter set in, Arthur agreed immediately, on the condition that he and a couple of the knights could tag along.

Merlin reluctantly gave in, but only after insisting that he wouldn’t be Arthur’s servant, and whoever came would have to dig in and help out. To be honest, Arthur was mentally exhausted after months of work on repealing the magic ban, so Merlin was silently grateful that he was coming; The King needed a break, and Merlin knew how secretly fond the man was of Merlin’s mother, and her simple country life. 

In the end, Leon and Mordred were the only ones who could come; Lancelot and Elyan were left in charge of patrols, Percival and Gwaine were left in charge of training, and Guinevere, Gaius, and Morgana were left to oversee the council and the general running of the Kingdom. Arthur wasn’t worried to be honest, they were only going to be gone for two weeks, and if disaster set in they were only a two day’s ride away at most.

It was chilly, the winter was setting in early so Merlin and Hunith were eager for work to start as soon as possible. There were numerous leaks and fences to fix, and one of the village’s barns needed clearing out so it could filled with grain over the snowy season.

That, and as much firewood needed to be collected as possible so they could stockpile. They normally barely had enough to last them through the winter; Arthur had nodded in approval when Merlin had meekly asked if they could take a cart of wood with them from Camelot, but they still had a lot to gather.

It was the afternoon of their first day, Leon had been sent to a neighbour’s to fix a roof, Merlin was doing something outside, and Mordred was just about to head over to one of the livestock pastures to strengthen a few of the fences. Hunith was preparing the evening’s meal and Arthur stood politely in the doorway as he spoke:

“Merlin said that firewood had to be gathered? I can get started on that if you can point me in the right direction.”

Hunith smiles over her shoulder briefly, and Arthur ignores the warm fuzziness in his stomach at the sight as she speaks:

“Oh don’t worry about that, we’ve only one axe in the village and Merlin is out by the barn chopping wood now. I know there’s a leak somewhere in the basement of the village hall, a few of the boys are already down there if you’re looking for something to do?”

Arthur raises his eyebrow at Hunith’s insistence that Merlin, his lanky manservant, was outside with an axe chopping wood, and he glances at Mordred over his shoulder, who just shrugs, nodding to Hunith’s turned back. The King responds quietly, trying to keep the amusement out of his voice:

“Hmm. I’ll go check in with Merlin and then head down to the hall, if he doesn’t need help.”

Hunith hums in agreement, but otherwise doesn’t reply, mumbling under her breath about herbs and measurements as she stirs something into the pot. Arthur smirks at Mordred and the two of them head out, neither mentioning how Mordred was following Arthur to find Merlin instead of getting to the fences.

They walk in silence, though they both freeze on the spot when they turn a corner to see Merlin, once again with his sleeves rolled up, hefting around a huge lump of wood, a ginormous axe resting on his shoulder. He gets the wood where he wants it, stepping back and wiping his forearm across his sweaty forehead before lifting the axe and swinging it down again. The stump splits easily beneath the sharpened metal, and Merlin wastes no time in repositioning the new pieces of wood, ready to be chopped again.

Arthur doesn’t even realise his mouth is hanging open until Mordred looks at him and smirks, biting his lip before giving in and snorting quietly:

“You’re the colour of our capes, Sire, and you might want to shut your mouth. Don’t want to catch flies, do you?”

Arthur’s jaw snaps shut with a clack, and he frowns as his teeth begin to ache. Mordred chuckles slightly and though Arthur is grateful that the young knight is finally comfortable enough to joke around with him, he desperately wishes he wasn’t at Gwaine’s level of comfort.

Instead of retorting, Arthur just clears his throat and turns around, striding towards the village hall:

“It appears he’s got things handled. Those fences won’t fix themselves, Sir Mordred.”

Mordred only just manages to hold in his giggle, looking up to see Merlin staring confusedly at him and Arthur’s rapidly retreating back. He waves briefly, sending a quick “I’ll tell you later.” over their mental link before turning himself and heading in the direction of the pastures.

He knows full well that he has no intention of telling Merlin about Arthur’s crush; watching them tiptoe around each other was the funniest thing ever, and he didn’t want to ruin the bet that Gwaine had going.

+1)

The fight was vicious, more so than any of the skirmishes the knights had dealt with in the last several months.

They were vastly outnumbered, and the addition of four powerful sorcerers to the enemy ranks meant that Merlin and Mordred were quickly running out of energy, having to focus on both the magical aspect of the fight, and trying to keep everyone else alive.

The metallic scent of blood was almost overwhelming, and the constant clang of metal on metal mixed with the whooshing echoes of sorcerous fire and vines was deafening. The fight went on a lot longer than Merlin had thought it would; the enemy was clearly more skilled than predicted, but the Camelot knights did prevail eventually, Percival ending the fight with the smooth slice of his blade across the last mercenary’s throat.

Merlin wastes no time in running his gaze over the knights, giving special attention to Arthur as he searches for any injuries that need seeing to immediately. The last of the sorcerers had managed to escape, so they needed to get out of there as soon as possible: there’s no way they’d survive a second attack if he came back with reinforcements.

Merlin was relieved to see nothing too serious; Lancelot had a gash on his temple that would need a thorough cleaning and a few stitches, and Gwaine was holding his wrist to his chest in a way that told Merlin it was likely broken, but everyone was on their feet and no one was crying. That’s a good start.

Merlin relaxes, but his shoulders quickly tense again as Mordred’s voice echoes weakly through his head:

“Emrys... I’m... I’m tired...”

Merlin whips around quickly, his eyes wide and panicked as his frantic gaze lands on the young knight. He’s leaning against a tree, his eyes hooded and focused on the floor. Merlin leaps towards him, catching him just before his head lands harshly on a boulder, and pulling the collapsed younger man into a more comfortable position as Arthur rushes over:

“What’s wrong with him? I don’t see any blood, was he hit with magic?”

Merlin waves him off, checking Mordred’s pulse and breathing before he relaxes again, sending a tired, but relieved smile up to The King:

“He’s fine, just exhausted. This is the first time he’s used this much magic in years, he’ll need a little while to recover his strength, but we need to get out of here in case they come back.”

Arthur lets out a relieved sigh and nods, leaning down to take one of Mordred’s arms and waving Gwaine over to pick his legs up, but before either of them get even close, Merlin stands up, dragging Mordred with him and settling the armoured knight across his shoulders. He looks to Arthur next to him, not seeming to notice The King’s shock as he quickly says:

“I know you’re The King and all, but would you mind carrying my bag?”

Arthur nods dumbly, picking up Merlin’s dropped medical bag without taking his gaze off the Warlock, who wanders around double checking that the other knights were ok and that all the bandits were dead as if he didn’t have about 240 pounds of man and armour dangling from his shoulders.

Leon catches Arthur’s eye, nodding pointedly towards the path they needed to take, trying to pull Arthur back into the present before the others notice him gawping. Arthur gulps, blushing as he nods his thanks and moves away from the battlefield, Merlin’s bag secured on his shoulders as he confidently speaks:

“Merlin’s right, we need to get as far away from here as we can. I saw a cave about two hours’ back North, we can make camp there before heading back to Camelot in the morning. Gather as much as you can carry, we’ve no hope of finding the horses before nightfall, hopefully they can make their own way home.”

The knights all nod, following Arthur’s lead as he steps carefully through the underbrush, trying not leave any obvious pointers to their direction. He keeps his gaze resolutely ahead as he hears Percival ask:

“You alright, Merlin? Sure you don’t want a hand?”

Despite keeping his gaze stubbornly forward, Arthur strains his ears to hear Merlin’s response, refusing to acknowledge the sudden weakness in his knees at what the Warlock replies with:

“Nah, it’s fine, he’s not that heavy.”

Leon subtly sidles up to walk next to The King, glancing behind him before leaning in close, talking quietly as they moved:

“Perhaps you should... let him know of you affections, Sire?”

Arthur’s blushing gaze quickly finds the older knight’s before he looks away again:

“I don’t know what you think you’re implying, Sir Leon.”

Leon just raises his eyebrow in an unusual display of amused defiance:

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of, Arthur. He’s been by your side for ten years, you’ve been through the unspeakable, both with each other and for each other. That, and he has a surprisingly... admirable physique.-”

Arthur’s blush deepens and he clears his throat, crossing his arms petulantly and staring resolutely ahead. Leon puts a hand on The young King’s shoulder as he continues:

“-You’re...-”

The knight sighs and bites his lip again, debating with himself over whether he should say it or not:

“-you’re head over heels for him, Sire, perhaps it’s time to do something about it? Gods know he feels the same, and the Gods also know that he’ll never make the first move. He’s still... nervous, about messing things up, I think. His-”

Leon glances over his shoulder again to make sure no one could hear him before dropping his voice to a whisper:

“-his magic being outed put him... on edge, even after all these months. He won’t do anything that he think could push you away or anger you.”

Arthur sighs and nods, before turning to him slowly with an embarrassed scowl on his face; he doesn’t shrug off Leon’s hand, which the knight takes as a good sign:

“Not a word to anyone, Leon, I swear to the Gods.”

Leon holds his hand up and uses his other to wave a cross over his heart:

“I swear, Sire. Though I feel the need to tell you that... at least three of the other servants, and I do believe Lady Bronwyn and Sir Galahad, also have... uh... their eyes on him, as it were.”

Arthur’s scowl gets impossibly deeper as he huffs, muttering to himself:

“They do, do they? Well, we’ll see about that.”

Leon just smirks again and rolls his eyes fondly before falling back to walk with Elyan.

~

They finally make it back to the cave, though it took them even longer without horses. Merlin had requested they stop around a candle mark in so he could remove some of the heavier bits of Mordred’s armour, passing them off to the other knights, but he had once again rejected any offers of help, saying that he was slowly siphoning his own magic into Mordred so he would wake sooner. Apparently they needed to be touching for that to happen, and though Merlin had been teaching them, none of them had enough knowledge on magic to know whether that was true or not, but they did know that Merlin was incredibly protective of the young Druid, so they let it be.

A fire was lit quickly and supplies were laid out. A map had been saved, thankfully, so they could figure out roughly where they were and how long it would take them to get back home as Merlin quickly treated Lance’s gash and Gwaine’s wrist.

Mordred begins to stir just as Percival serves up food, groaning slightly and rubbing at his eyes before struggling to sit himself up. Merlin had rushed to his side as soon as he felt the Druid begin to wake, and helps prop him up against the cave wall, handing him a water-skin as he stares at him with concern. Mordred takes a long drink, nodding his thanks and clearing his throat before speaking, his voice gravelly and slow:

“This... this is the cave we passed a few hours ago...”

His voice trails off, and Arthur answers the question in his tone:

“Hmm. We had no horses, so we were never going to make it back to the city, but we couldn’t stay where we were.”

Mordred nods, yawning widely and rubbing his eyes again as he asks:

“How did you get me this far without horses?”

Arthur clenches his jaw, blushing slightly as he looks away, but thankfully Gwaine butts in, answering with a grin on his face before anyone notices The King’s flush:

“Merlin here is stronger than he looks. Carried you the whole way, didn’t use magic or anything.”

Mordred turns his incredulous gaze to Merlin and he just shrugs absentmindedly:

“You don’t weigh that much, it was fairly easy.”

Elyan laughs and shakes his head, joining in on the conversation quickly:

“Are you kidding me? I mean... sure, I could’ve carried him for maybe an hour, if I was at full strength and it was easy terrain. You carried him for three, only took his armour off in the second hour, down what could barely be classified as a path, in a barely tamed forest, after a pretty hefty fight. That’s... impressive.”

Merlin raises an eyebrow, looking around the room in bafflement as he realises that everyone is staring at him with varying levels of impressed confusion:

“You guys... you guys know that I grew up in the country, right? I spent my childhood climbing trees and running away from predators, and my teenage years chopping wood, building things with barely any help, and fighting the odd bear. I then arrive in Camelot, only to immediately be given a job that involves carrying a shit ton of heavy stuff, including, but not limited to: armour, luggage, hunting equipment, and the occasional unconscious idiot.”

Arthur sits up straight and scowls slightly when Merlin gestures to him instead of Mordred:

“You have never had to carry me anywhere.”

Merlin raises an eyebrow, gaze sinking to the floor as he smirks and coughs out something that sounds suspiciously like “Sophia”.

Arthur’s blush deepens and he jabs an accusing finger in Merlin’s direction:

“That. Didn’t. Happen.”

Merlin bites his lip to stop himself from laughing, but his dimples still show through despite his best effort and he holds his hands up in surrender:

“Whatever you say, Sire.”

Arthur just clenches his jaw and sits back against the wall with eyes focused on his food and cheeks red, stubbornly ignoring the knights’ curious stares as everyone eats their food. Merlin fusses over Mordred for a few more minutes but is quickly waved away by the younger man; the Warlock huffs and rolls his eyes, but gives in to the fact that Mordred did not need, nor want, to be babied. He moves subtly around the cave to sit down next to Arthur, barely a foot of air between them despite the abundance of space elsewhere.

Arthur forces his blush down at Merlin’s proximity, refusing to think of anything but his food and the difficult journey home, desperately keeping his gaze on his meal instead of Merlin’s strong legs stretched out next to him.

The King doesn’t acknowledge him, but doesn’t move away either, which Merlin takes as a good sign as he settles in, wrapping himself in a blanket to protect his body from the impending cold.

The other knights have long since finished their meals, scarping the lot in a matter of seconds in an attempt to gain back a little energy after the hours of riding and fighting and walking; they quickly settle into the blankets and cloaks and bedrolls they had managed to carry, though Leon seems to deliberately move slower, waiting for Arthur to glance up at him so he can give a pointed look to Merlin, just finishing his food, before laying down and attempting to sleep.

Arthur blushes with wide eyes, but Leon turns around before he has time to glare at him, and The King huffs quietly, risking a glance to a shivering Merlin next to him. He quickly frowns, not moving his gaze away like he had intended to, instead whispering softly:

“Cold? Can’t you use magic to warm up?”

Merlin looks to him tiredly, leaning his head back against the wall as his eyelids droop slightly:

“Hmm. I gave most of my reserves to Mordred, he was worse off than I first thought so he needed a lot more magic than I realised to keep him alive long enough for his energy to build up again.-”

Arthur widens his eyes at the fact that he was so close to losing one of his knights, but then shakes his head, huffing as he glares at the Warlock disapprovingly, but Merlin closes his eyes and continues before he can get told off:

“-I’ll be fine by morning, I just need-”

He’s interrupted when his body is wracked by a particularly strong shiver:

“-I just need some sleep.”

Arthur rolls his eyes, shuffling into a more comfortable position before opening his arms, spreading his cloak wide as if they were a pair of majestic wings:

“Come here, you idiot. I can’t have you freezing to death because you refuse to look after yourself.”

In normal circumstance Merlin would’ve argued, but he really was cold, so when he cracks his eyes open to see Arthur ready and waiting, he doesn’t hesitate to crawl hurriedly over. Arthur ignores the flush rising on his cheeks as Merlin clambers over one of his legs, settling between them and shoving his head under the blonde’s chin; he wraps his cloak around the two of them and rubs his cheek into the Warlock’s soft hair. 

He can feel Merlin grin against his collarbone, and it’s enough to distract him from the surprising, but not unwelcome, weight of Merlin’s muscled form against his chest:

“You know, Arthur, if you wanted to feel up my muscles so badly you just had to ask. You stare far too often to think you’re subtle.”

Arthur’s flush deepens and his body goes rigid as Merlin giggles. He clenches his jaw and lands a punch, far softer than he would normally go for, on the other man’s shoulder, but that just makes him giggle harder, and Arthur has to hush him in fear of waking the others. Merlin looks up at him through thick eyelashes, blinking tiredly with a satisfied smile on his face:

“Just let me know if you ever want carrying around, I’m more than happy to help.”

Arthur gulps, refusing to make eye contact as he stares resolutely at the opposite wall and not acknowledging the red hue of his cheeks:

“When we get back to Camelot, I’m hanging you for treason.”

Merlin snorts quietly, re-burying his face in Arthur’s chest and curling up tightly in his lap to stave off the cold:

“Whatever you say, Sire.”

Arthur gives in, smiling slightly and rolling his eyes as he tightens his hold on the other man. He lets his cheek fall back to rest on his soft hair as he closes his eyes, allowing his exhaustion to take over and descending into an easy sleep.

~

THE END!!

We stan Arthur gay panicking and all the knights (bar Leon of course, who handles it as tactically as he’s able) ruthlessly taking the piss :D

I hope y’all enjoyed reading this, I certainly enjoyed writing it! Thank you anon, I loved writing this!!!

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Change│KiriBaku x Chubby Reader

This is like a part 2 to this ask that I had received. I was really just looking for an excuse to write more Kiribaku smut🤣

warnings: smut(anal, snowballing, oral)

Bakugo didn’t think he’d end up like this.

When he had first run the idea by Kirishima, he was under the impression that he would be calling the shots. Telling you guys what to do. He didn’t think Kirishima had this in him. And if he’s being honest, he didn’t hate it.

He’s always had a sense of control, wanting to be the one who holds the reins. It made things easier in his opinion. He knew how to do damn near anything he set his mind to. But at the same time, being in control all the time gets exhausting, so this, while it was unexpected, was a welcome change.

Bakugo is taken out of his thoughts when a warm, heavy, cock slaps against his face. Ah, that’s right. He’s supposed to be sucking off Kirishima. “Well, it's not gonna suck itself, Kat.” Kirishima chuckles, slapping Bakugo’s cheek with his shaft. Pre is oozing from the tip, the remnants staining Bakugo’s face. You’re preoccupied riding a thick, red silicone dildo, one that rivals Kirishima’s own, providing a sort of “visual” stimulation for Kirishima. “You can go faster than that, pebble. Don’t you want daddy to cum?” He asks, smoothly sliding into Bakugo’s awaiting mouth.

The taste of his pre engulfs Bakugo’s mouth and he can’t help but moan around his length. “Fuck yeah, Kat. Suck it nice and good f’me.” Kirishima groans. His words go right to Bakugo’s cock, his length twitching between his thighs. He sucks more of him into his mouth, really wanting to be good for him. Kirishima moans as he hits the back of Bakugo’s throat, feeling it contract around the tip of his cock. He grabs the back of Bakugo’s head, burying his fingers in coarse blonde hair, pulling him flush against his toned stomach. “Can’t breathe, can you?” He chuckles, thrusting harder into his mouth. Tears well up in Bakugo’s eyes as he tries to muffle a response, but it's quickly swallowed along with Kirishima’s cock. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” Kirishima grunts, stomach clenching. He looks down at Bakugo and sees that he’s already looking up at him, eyes watery. “Aw, how cute. You’re rutting against my leg like a bitch in heat.” He degrades. Bakugo's hips stutter a bit, he didn’t even realize he was grinding against his foot. But he picks up his rhythm again, wanting to taste Kirishima’s cum. Kirishima looks up at you on the bed, moaning, rutting against the plastic dildo pathetically as you gush all over the toy. Pleasure courses through Kirishima’s spine at the sight, reaching his orgasm as he coats Bakugo’s tongue and throat in his seed. Bakugo keeps him in his mouth as he slowly comes down from his high, cockwarming him.

Kirishima slides out of his mouth, beckoning you over to him. You kneel next to Bakugo, looking up at him. “Kiss.” He instructs. You and Bakugo look at each other before pressing your lips together. Bakugo beckons your mouth open and when you do, he spits some of Kirishima’s cum in your mouth, before sliding his tongue against yours. You both swap cum and spit between your mouths, moaning at the taste. “That’s enough.” Kirishima demands. You both turn to face him to see him rubbing his erect cock. It looked harder than it did before.

“So,” He says, towering over you and Bakugo. “Who’s gonna get fucked first?”

You and Bakugo eye each other again before you turn and smile at Kirishima. “I think ‘Suki wants to go first.” You say, biting your lip. You had recently looked through Bakugo’s search history and saw what he read online. You knew he’d never outright admit he wanted to get fucked, especially by someone as big as Kirishima, so you thought you’d lend him a hand. Plus, the thought of him and Kirishima together was too hot of a scene to pass up on. Bakugo swerves his head to look at you, ready to deny, when Kirishima grabs his face. “That true, ‘Suki? Wanna be stuffed with my cum?” He asks. And before Bakugo can stop himself, he’s nodding his head in affirmation, because deep down, he knows he wants this. “Okay, why don’t you get started with your girl while I prep you?” He suggests, gesturing you both to the bed. You both move, you lying down on your back with Bakugo towering over you. Your cunt is still drenched from riding the dildo, so Bakugo slips into you with ease, groaning at the warm wetness of your entrance. “Fuck, baby. Always so good.” he groans, burying his face into your neck. You moan as he stretches you out, picking up his pace as he fucks into you. “S’good ‘Suki. Feels s’good.” You moan, cunt clenching around his length. He moans at the feeling, but can’t help but wonder, wasn’t Kiri supposed to be s-. He’s cut off by the feeling of Kirishima’s thumb nudging his entrance. “Fuck! Kiri wa-” His breath is caught as a moan erupts from his throat. Kirishima thrusts his thumb inside Bakugo’s ass, following the pace of Bakugo fucking into you. “What’s wrong, ‘Suki?” He chuckles. Bakugo wants to glare at him, but the feeling of your cunt clenching around his dick and Kirishima’s finger brushing his prostate has him reeling. You’re no better, because of Kirishima’s finger, Bakugo sets a steady pace, cock hitting your g-spot with every thrust. You’re creaming around this base of his cock, cunt squelching every time he sheaths his cock inside you. Kirishima pulls his finger out and Bakugo whines at the loss, but is silenced when Kirishima thrusts his cock instead, setting a rough pace. Bakugo moans at the feeling of Kirishima’s rough treatment, hardly believing this is his sweet best friend from high school. “Feels good, ‘Suki? You gonna cum?” Kirishima asks, hips slamming against Bakugo’s ass. His thrusts help Bakugo fuck into you and before long, you’re gushing all over Bakugo’s dick, slick coating his cock in your juices. The feeling of your cunt clenching has Katsuki on the edge, but it’s Kirishima’s demand that really does it for him. “I want you to call me daddy when you cum. I want you to know who you belong to.” He grits out between clenched teeth. But Bakugo’s a brat. Always has been. “F-fuck you.” He whines out, fucking your overstimulated cunt. But Kirishima doesn’t take too kindly to that, slowing his pace to a stop. “What was that?” He asks, tone icy. Bakugo whines at the loss of stimulation, trying to fuck back onto Kirishima’s cock. “N-nothing.” Kiri slaps his ass with a heavy hand, causing Bakugo to land a sharp thrust inside you. “Didn’t sound like nothing. Why don’t you repeat yourself, slut?” He demands, landing another blow. It shouldn’t feel so good, he knows it shouldn’t but Bakugo’s ass tingles at the rough treatment. “I’m sorry, daddy. Please. Fuck me.” Bakugo begs, tears welling in his eyes. “That’s what I thought.” Kirishima says, thrusting inside Bakugo with renewed vigor. It doesn’t take long for Bakugo to cum, the warmth of your cunt cockwarming him and Kirishima’s harsh thrusts enough to send him over the edge. “I’m cumming, daddy. Please. Feels s’good. Don’t stop.” He sobs out. You shush him with a slow wet kiss, hoping to help ground him. His cock twitches before his cum fills up your womb, thrusting shallowly. The sight is enough to trigger Kiri’s orgasm, dumping his hot cum inside Bakugo. 

When you all pull away, you collapse on the bed, Kirishima and Bakugo falling on either side of you. Bakugo rests his head on your chest, one hand fondling your breast. Kirishima’s head rests on your stomach, him pressing soft kisses to your soft belly. Slowly, your eyes start to drift, sleep overtaking you.

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[wheelsup]

kissing lessons

summary: one of your classic movie nights with spencer turns into a learning opportunity

A/N: this is really fluffy, but the whole story centers around kissing. use your own judgement! i’d say it’s at worst 16+

category: spencer reid x gn!reader, fluff (with a bit of spice)  best friends to lovers (sorta)

warnings: just kissing, a brief implication at the end

word count: 3k

Occasionally, the team will spend an extra night in their hotel before heading home from a case. Be it due to poor weather conditions, or the fact that your case wrapped in the dead of night, the reasons for flying don’t ever matter. Because the majority of the times when you have to stay that extra night, you and Spencer have sleepovers.

The routine is pretty much the same. You’ll stock up on gas station snacks – sour peach rings for Spencer, salted microwave popcorn for you – and reconvene in one of your hotel rooms. Preferably, whichever of you got the better deal that week – a bigger tv, a room further away from the ice machine. And you’d rent the cheapest movie available on-demand, the options spanning from low-budget sci-fi to poorly written rom-coms. That night, the viewing fell under the latter category.

Spencer perched at the foot of your bed with both feet tucked under his legs, criss-cross style, while you laid against the headboard to watch. Every now and then, you tossed out your commentary and he’d ignore it. He always says you’re too critical of movies and you’re of the belief that he’s too forgiving.

“I don’t think they should end up together,” you mumbled, words slurring around your mouthful of popcorn. You pulled a face right as the movie approached the romantic climax, after spending the past ninety minutes actively rooting against the couple. Spencer ignored you, pretending to be engrossed in the movie to spite your disparagement of it. “They both suck.”

You groaned, slumped further against the pillows, and shoved your sock-clad toes under Spencer’s left thigh in a call for attention. He jumped at the intrusion, but ultimately, your efforts were futile.

And then the big kiss commenced, and your booing finally piqued his interest. “Gross! I feel bad for people who kiss like that.”

A small bell went off in his head and he took a curious glance at you over his shoulder.

“What do you mean?” he asked. He stopped chewing and the piece of candy in his mouth pushed out his cheek, giving him an adorably innocent look. His brows scrunched in the middle and his nose had a tiny crinkle in it, utterly confused.

You scoffed and matched his expression. “Are you serious?” You jerked your head in the direction of the television and Spencer whipped his head back, squinting. He couldn’t figure out what you were pointing out, what it was that was so obviously wrong to you. “Spencer, he’s swallowing her chin!”

Oh. He hadn’t noticed.

Feeling dumb, he muttered, “I thought that’s how you’re supposed to kiss…” It wasn’t the deepest confession to admit to you that he lacked some knowledge when it came to kissing, but he still refused to look at you as he said it.

“Spencer, please tell me you haven’t been kissing people like that.” You narrowed your eyes at the back of his head, sitting up straighter in bed. He shrugged and lowered his head, focusing on his snack as his fingers dug into the packet of gummy rings in his lap.

He popped another piece into his mouth, pretending to be occupied with eating so as to avoid your prying. “I dunno.”

It didn’t occur to you until that moment that Spencer might have learned everything he knows about kissing – among other things – solely through watching movies. How else could he look at that and think it’s normal? And you’re left wondering if he’s ever even practiced it with another living human. He clearly didn’t want to talk about it, but unfortunately, that only heightened your interest. You had to know.

“Have you ever kissed anyone before?” You kept your voice low, your tone implying that you were ready to exchange this secret with him. You wouldn’t judge him if he admitted he hadn’t.

He scoffed loudly, and though you couldn’t see his face, you’re positive he rolled his eyes too. “Yeah, of course.” Then quietly, he added on, “But it was only like… for four seconds.”

You nodded thoughtfully, considering how this new piece of information adjusted your existing view of Spencer. For some reason, you couldn’t tell if you actually expected him to be experienced or not.

He didn’t exactly scream that he’d… gotten around, for lack of better words, but you’re still surprised to learn that he’s barely done it at all. You supposed he was objectively cute, that maybe you could see it if he weren’t your best friend. And yeah, he’s a little awkward, but he’s smart and kind, so he has three great things going for him, and you’re surprised more people haven’t swooped him up yet.

Your lips curled down in thought, brows raised in curiosity. “And was it good?” It was a genuine enough question, because you’ve never really thought about Spencer Reid and kissing in the same sentence before. As it turned out, there was a lot of missing information relating to those two things.

“I don’t know! I didn’t get, like, a feedback form,” he grunted, angling his shoulder even further away from you. If you could’ve seen him, you’d notice his face boiling and turning red with heat. All this inquiring made him think harder about his … talents … than he’s ever had to before, and he’s not a fan.

You were prepared to do some more digging when the slump in his back made you feel a tinge of guilt. It was your fault he looked so defeated. You pressed too hard, disregarding his boundaries just because you wanted to know more. And now, he was wondering if there was something wrong with him, because you wouldn’t leave it alone.

He barely noticed as you swung your feet from under his thigh and rocked onto your knees, leaning forward to nudge his shoulder with your palm. It hauled his attention out of his thoughts and back into the room. You wanted to apologize, but instead you settled with “I’m sure you’re fine, Spence.”

He nodded unconvincingly. By the glow of the screen, you could see he was still gnawing on the inside of his cheek, focusing his eyes as he played with a loose hangnail on one of his fingers. It made you feel even worse. “Are you actually worried about it?” you asked, laden with concern.

“What if I am bad at it?” He whispered, like saying it too loud would make it true. “And that’s why it’s only happened once?”

A large exhale puffed out of your nose as you weighed your options.

You could go back to your original plan and apologize for setting him down this path of doubt. But that wouldn’t do anything to stop him from worrying, anyway. You could tell him there’s no correlation between the way he kisses and how frequently it’s happened; that you’re sure the reason isn’t because he’s bad. But you don’t know that for sure.

So, fuck it, you thought, grabbing a fistful of his pajama shirt and tugging him closer to you roughly, pressing your lips onto his.

This way, you’d at least have an informed opinion to be able to tell him if he was good or bad.

His lips were softer than you expected – not that you’d thought about them often, they’re just impossibly softer than they look – and invitingly warm. But they were completely stiff.

You could tell he was trying to kiss you back by the way his mouth ferociously moved over yours. He was trying to be a passionate, engaged partner, but he forgot about the aspect of tenderness.

His lips felt like two solid objects just sliding around on your face. They didn’t move in any sort of accordance with yours. There was no push and pull, your lips didn’t mesh perfectly together to form a solitary unit as they moved in unison.

It felt more like his lips were your opponent, putting up an attack and defense play against the actions of your own.

You pulled away, resisting a giggle at his bewildered face. “You’re not so terrible,” you swipe the corner of your mouth, smudged with Spencer’s flavored chapstick, “But it could use some work.”

He was at a loss for words, mouth gaping open as his eyes darted around the room and all over you. Maybe he’d find an explanation for what just happened carved into the walls somewhere or written across your forehead.

What happened was that you kissed him. And he was a little bit bad. Simple as that.

“I-I wasn’t ready!” he stammered, chucking up his hands defensively. He’d process the fact that he’d just made out with his best friend at a later time, right now the bigger concern was the slight cringed look on your face. He sulked and folded his arms.“What was so bad about it?”

“Well,” you scratched the back of your ear, trying to gauge if he’d react well to getting some advice, “my first tip would be to relax your lips.”

“Okay, I can do that.”

“And don’t think too hard. You should react to what’s happening in the moment, not worrying about what your next move is gonna be.” You could see the gears turning in his head as he tried to envision what that would play out like in a real situation. “You wanna try again?” you offered, figuring he’d learn much faster if he was more hands-on about it.

He nodded, and you leaned in close, waiting for him to go for it. His heart quickened under the pressure of performance, eyes screwing shut as he closed the gap. His mouth smashed into yours as he dove in hard. It was toeing on the side of too harsh, but you let that one slide in hopes it was just a byproduct of his nerves.

You had to tap his knee to remind him to relax, and he loosened some of the tension he had in his lips. He slotted his between yours, allowing them to be pliable to your movements and remembering to react, not plan.

He moved his mouth leisurely against yours, trying to match your pressure and pacing. They actually started moving in time with yours at some point. The kiss took on a shape of its own as he started getting out of his head, letting himself enjoy the kiss for what it was in that exact moment.

It was already better than before. Leaps and bounds better. But then he tried to deepen it, building on its intensity but adding more… something into it. You couldn’t even tell what it was he was trying to do.

“Okay, second tip…” you inhaled sharply, pushing him off of you with a palm against his chest. Whatever it was, it needed to stop. “You kinda do this thing like… where you’re blowing air into my mouth?” You scrunched your nose, punctuating your dislike. “That feels weird. Don’t do that. If anything, do the opposite.”

“I’m supposed to suck the air out of your mouth?” His face contorted, voice already slightly exasperated. He barely understood what the air thing was that you claimed he did. He didn’t realize in the process of trying to add pressure to the kiss, he was just forcibly blowing against your mouth.

“Not literally, no.” You laughed a little, rubbing your palm in a comforting pattern on his chest.”But you can use your lips to suck on mine, or my tongue… just nothing involving the exchange of breath. We’re not in CPR training.”

He eased up a little with your joke, adjusting to your advice he gave it another try. After a few moments, he latched onto your bottom lip with his own, sucking it softly into his mouth. “Yeah, like that,” you mumbled against him, voice pitching high in encouragement. He sucked on it with a little more greed, holding it for a second, then eased up, varying the pressure of his movements just like you did before.

You made a mental note to praise him for that at a later time, deciding to instead part your lips to see if he’d venture into further experimentation.

He caught on quickly. He parted them further, prodding his tongue against them as you opened to allow him entry. Just as you started to really enjoy it, he ran his tongue over the inside of your mouth, moving it fast and roughly like he was a washing machine.

“Stop,” you grimaced, tearing away quickly. You had to swipe your hand over your mouth to get rid of the excess saliva that really shouldn’t have been an issue in the first place, given how brief the frenching was. “Your tongue is way too aggressive.”

Overwhelmed, he tilted his head to the ceiling and let out a frustrated grunt, slapping his hands down to the top of his thighs.

There were too many factors to worry about. He had no idea how you looked at him with a straight face and told him not to think too much when there were a million things he needed to remember all at once; he needed to vary his moves to keep it interesting, but make sure he’s not ruining the flow by changing things up too much, and to be gentle but not timid.

All of this was second nature to you, but it was brand new to Spencer. Could you really blame him for not getting the hang of it right away? You decided to stop your list of critiques short for this round to spare him. He’d get there eventually, but not if he felt discouraged too soon.

“I don’t see why people like it in the first place,” he huffed, his head returning to it’s normal posture. In Spencer’s eyes, there truly wasn’t any appeal to kissing with tongue; it looked sloppy and unnecessary, and as you’d just confirmed, it actually was.

You thought about his statement for a second. There’s a certain allure to it, and you didn’t know how to describe it to him. So instead you cupped his cheeks in both your palms and slid your mouth over his again. As his jaw slacked its tension, you slowly pushed your tongue past his lips and gently pressed it against his own before swirling them together.

You sighed softly into his mouth, running your fingers through his hair and tugging carefully at the ends. He made a small noise against you, something like a whimper, and you swallowed the vibrations of it. As you retreated, you captured his bottom lip between your teeth and gave it a light, teasing tug. You soothed it again with your lips before releasing it, a proud giggle forming in your chest as Spencer chased after your lips as you broke apart.

“That’s why.” You smirked at the dazed look on his face. His eyelids remained closed longer than necessary, still feeling the ghost of your mouth on his and a tingle where your fingers were in his hair.

“Oh.” His voice came out meek as he slowly came back to reality, brows wrinkling up his forehead as he opened his eyes.

He put both his palms down on the mattress, one laying flat on either side of you, and dove forward to resume the kiss right where you left it. A surprised squeak left you as his mouth collided with yours with an insatiable hunger. You brought one hand back to his hair, and he was a goner.

He unfolded his legs from under himself and shuffled onto his knees, following his hands until he practically crawled into your lap. Each of his legs hooked onto either side of your thighs as he hovered over your lap, leaning his body entirely into yours.

The physics of it didn’t hold up; he’s taller than you are, and his chest was too heavy for you to carry. The balance was off center and it sent you tumbling back onto the mattress, bringing him down with you until his chest laid on yours.

It was the perfect force – the weight of him on top of you. He tasted like peach candy and sour sugar, and you found yourself craving more of it.

You shuffled higher up the mattress, giving him space to stretch out his body as he followed yours. One of his hands found your waist, gripping tightly, while he placed the other on the mattress beside your head, using it to steady himself. Sliding your legs out from under him, you wrapped them on the outside of his hips, using them to pull him closer down to you.

It only broke off in moments when both of you absolutely needed to get air, gasping as you pulled apart for brief reprieve before colliding again. He followed every word of your advice, getting better with each passing second until he exceeded expectations by leaps and bounds.

Your fingers weaved through his hair, passionately tugging the wavy strands to angle him against you and igniting his nerves under your touch. A soft moan leaves him and you’re encouraged to tighten your grip on them. His hips bucked reactively at the sensation, and he quickly pulled back, a slight embarrassment creeping up his cheeks. He got too carried away.

You took in his flushed face and swollen, kiss-bruised lips. They’d turned a shade of red brighter than you’ve ever seen them, and it was all you could do not to dive for them again as his tongue sweeped over them, soothing the burning heat you’d left on them.

Before he could apologize for his eagerness, you nudged your nose against his, your smile skimming against his lips. “So what else don’t you know how to do?”

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[hitnran]

OBSESSIVE EX (gender neutral! reader)

how they deal with you having an obsessive ex

includes: ran, rindou

CW: obsessive behavior, cursing, stalking (ran), phone harassment (rindou), the haitani brothers lowkey kinda scary here (not to the reader) 💀 but i’m just trying to make it fit within their character

— RAN HAITANI

Getting into a relationship with someone like Ran, half of the charismatic brother duo that ruled Roppongi, almost means guaranteed safety wherever you go. His title itself is one that is feared when murmured. Whenever you two leave, he always has an eye and a hand on you. Ran knows well that even if he is feared, he can also be challenged and the last thing he wants is for you to get involved — you would make an easy target for his enemies.

You two were out together on a stroll around the city. Although there was nothing neither of you needed, Ran’s favorite thing is showing you off. Sometimes you start to feel similar to his younger brother, thinking that you’re just a shadow and only known as ‘Ran’s partner.’ But Ran’s intentions were opposite. He wanted everyone to know that it was him that belonged to you and it is him that people would have to deal with if you were ever tested.

As you two are walking, Ran noticed your eyes consistently checking itself to the side. He took note of that and eventually brushed it off since you stopped. But then he noticed that you were being especially keen and scanning the whole area.

“Are you okay, love?” Ran slightly hunches down, getting your attention as your face turns his way. He lightly smiles at you. “Did you see something you liked?”

You swallowed down hard. You could’ve sworn you saw a familiar face, but after trying to scan the area numerous times for the past few minutes, you thought it was just you being paranoid. The last thing you wanted was to worry Ran and cause a scene.

“I’m okay,” You shook your head, returning a light smile. You grabbed on his arm, this time a little tighter. “Let’s turn into this corner.”

Ran knows when you’re lying. He knew something made you uncomfortable, but he wasn’t going to force you to tell him. Instead, he’ll make it his own problem too and deal with it himself.

This area was his territory and everyone knew it. It was almost as if Roppongi, a city known for liveliness, calmed down ever so slightly if one or both of the brothers were out. Everyone’s gaze wound be kept low and their conversations would go mute as they walk by.

At that moment, Ran could feel a pair of eyes staring your way. He won’t make it obvious though.

“Love,” Ran called out to you. You looked up his direction and he placed a hand against your lower back. “Rindou’s gonna throw a fit if I don’t bring back food for him. How about you go into the restaurant and order first while I call him and ask what he wants?”

You felt at ease hearing that you two were finally going to be in somewhere indoors, but it made you nervous that he would be separated from you for just a little while.

“Don’t wanna bring something back he won’t like and have him complain,” Ran lightly laughed, trying to ease your clear discomfort. He placed a hand over your head. Taking out his phone to add to his act. “I’ll be quick.”

After some hesitation, you gave in. It was a public space after all, so it shouldn’t have been anything to worry too much about. He watched as you entered the place before turning around, sending chills to the person who had been following you two around this whole time.

“Would be a shame if I left them alone for too long, wouldn’t it?” Ran gave off a sinister grin, slowly walking towards the person. “Wouldn’t want anyone to take them away…especially someone like you.”

Ran knew who this person was. He was an obsessive ex of yours that just would not leave you alone and accept the separation despite it being years passed. He gulped hard, nervously stepping back, not thinking that he would get caught.

“You were so bold to even follow us in the first place, why so shy now?” Ran smirked, hiking up the sleeves of his sweatshirt. “This is the first time you’ve heard of me or something? I should introduce myself to you well and hard then.”

Almost ten minutes had passed since you’ve been waiting for Ran. You sat patiently and waited. Your best guess as to what’s taking him so long revolves around Rindou. Maybe he was complaining about how he wanted food from a different place or being picky about menu opinions. Just as you were about to raise yourself from your seat to check up on Ran, you saw him enter.

“Did I make you wait too long?” Ran appeared, seating himself in front of you. The worse case scenario you had in mind was that he got into a fight, but in front of you, he looked just as how you last saw him. “You know how Rindou is.”

Your chest became relaxed and you gave a small smile, shaking your head, “What did he want from here?”

“I didn’t even listen to what he said,” Ran teased, opening up his menu and leaning back against the chair. You felt his legs sandwich your calves from beneath the table. “He can order it himself. All my money is going to you today.”

And that was how Ran liked it. Although Ran wanted everyone to know that he belonged to you, he knew how important it was for others to know that you belonged to him too. The image of the face of your ex is burned so clearly into his brain — face all bloodied up, mauled almost, as he failed to even whisper for forgiveness.

“I think there’s only one way I’m gonna let you outta here alive,” Ran kicked his body down with force, hearing something shift in his jaw. He couldn’t give half a damn about it. “Do you know what that is?”

Your ex was visibly beaten and weak now, barely able to even blink or properly form a sentence. Though, with his adam’s apple slightly moving from fear, Ran took it as a response.

Grabbing him by his hair upward, Ran bent down, looking straight at him, “You’re gonna leave them alone and never show your goddamn face again. If it wasn’t fucked already before, it sure is now. I promise you I’ll know if you’re even barely visible or a mile away, I won’t hesitate to kill you.”

Ran thought it was so disgusting how someone like you could ever have your time wasted on someone low like this ex of yours. Even if Ran saw him and his brother above everyone else, he always put you above him.

“Maybe even after this, I’ll send one of my men to go and beat the shit out of you every day so you could suffer for as long as you’ve tried to bother Y/N.”

— RINDOU HAITANI

Rindou can’t even remember what it took for you two to even reach this state of your guys relationship. He convinced himself that it was Ran, his older brother who wouldn’t shut up about how he was going to take you if Rindou didn’t make a move.

It genuinely surprises himself even whenever he looks your way, observing every detail and soaking in the idea that you are someone he can call his.

You two were watching a movie, or rather, supposed to. Rindou was too focused on side-eyeing you every now and then. You caught him a few times, but he would brush it off with comments like “this movie is boring” or “I’m just checking to see if you fell asleep.”

He would snap himself out of a trance after hearing your phone ring beside you. You eyed it once, looking at the caller ID and ignoring it. It wasn’t enough to cause Rindou to worry - it’s not his problem if you just didn’t wanna answer a call, it was your guys’ time anyway.

But then it rang once more again. Your ringtone dragged itself out halfway through before Rindou slightly raised his hand from your hip, pointing to the phone on the side of the couch.

“You not gonna answer that?” He asked.

You shook your head, eyes focused on the TV, “It’s fine. It’s an unknown caller ID.”

Rindou shrugged, ignoring it once again, but after a few more calls and your phone receiving back to back text messages, it was starting to irk him. He was close to just grabbing your phone and answering the call himself, but you were quick to act before him, just shutting it off.

“It must be spam or something,” You sighed, sitting back down.

“Yeah, well whatever it is, good thing you shut that damn thing off. That shit was annoying,” Rindou sighed, curling his arms around you again. “Let’s change the movie too or something. This one is boring.”

One thing about dating Rindou is that he seems uninterested in absolutely everything he does. Although you avoid thinking like that when it comes to your relationship with him, you always remind yourself that Rindou is someone who deeply cares for you. He shows it very differently compared to others, but you know.

He can recall a memory from a few weeks ago where you kept getting calls in the middle of your guys’ date. It annoyed him, but not as much as it annoyed you. You’ve pressed the red decline button at least five times now, stressing over it and spilling out everything about your previous ex.

At the end of your rant, Rindou grabbed your phone, picking up the call and saying words as simple as “leave them alone.” It was so simple, but for the next few weeks, it was silent. You finally thought you were free of harassment thanks to your boyfriend, but recently, they’ve been coming back as unknown caller IDs and more frequent than before.

Halfway through the movie, Rindou felt your body become more loose and relaxed beneath him. Your breath became slower and more steady. You had fallen asleep. He thought it was ironic to have someone as angelic as you in the arms of someone like him - a gang member always involving himself in trouble, even just for fun.

He stared at your phone just a reach away and then back at you. The last thing Rindou wanted was for you to be uncomfortable, or really, anything that isn’t where you aren’t happy.

When you woke up, the TV was shut off and you felt a blanket drape over your body. You realized you had fallen asleep from earlier, but you were expecting to find your boyfriend with you as well. That was when the door swung open and you were greeted with Rindou.

“Rindou?” You slowly let out, still adjusting from waking up. “I didn’t know you left.”

He raised a bag up midway in the air, it’s a bag from a bakery you often bought from, “You kept murmuring about it in your sleep. Didn’t want you to wake up all grumpy.”

“I don’t wake up grumpy!” You protested, watching as he took his seat next to you and unpacking all of your favorites.

“Yeah, okay,” Rindou joked. He listened to you puffing out before wrapping yourself around his arm.

“Thank you though,” You murmured out of embarrassment - maybe he was half right.

“It’s nothing,” He replied, softening his face into a grin. “Must’ve been hungry though if it got you talking in your sleep and drooling on my arm.”

You didn’t even know about half of the things he does for you, but he didn’t mind it, because if you were happy, then that was all that mattered.

It made Rindou feel guilty to turn on your phone and look through it. It wasn’t something that he ever felt the need to do - he trusted you and it felt wrong if you weren’t aware that he was using it. Though, at this time, he felt like it was for the better.

While you were silently sleeping, he browsed through your texts. It’s that same person - your ex back again to bother you. Rindou scoffed, making sure it wasn’t loud enough to wake you up, but he was angry. He clicked his tongue whilst composing a message.

Rindou knew you would never be so stupid as to meet up with someone like this, especially not after already experiencing it once. It was a good thing that it was just Rindou posing as you though. How delighted your ex felt to have finally received a response to you - ‘Let’s meet up here.’

Rindou thought it was so pathetic. This guy had no idea what he looked like, let alone that you even had a boyfriend. So when Rindou’s immediate reaction upon seeing him was to throw a punch, he was shocked.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” Your ex cried out, trying his best to dodge his attacks but failing in between his words and attempts.

“Me?!” Rindou snapped, pushing him to the ground and twisting his arms. “Speak for yourself.”

The man beneath him screamed in pain, “I-I’ll call the cops on you and have you arrested!”

“Yeah? You think they’ll give me less time if I tell them I was just trying to teach a creep a lesson?” Rindou pulled back on his arms a little harder, tendons and muscles stretching themselves out of place.

“T-The hell are you talking about?!” He stuttered out.

“Don’t bitch around. Might end yourself up in there if you keep this act of yours up - I’ve been once before,” Rindou smirked, pulling back more and more on his arms. “It was fine for me. My big bro and I even got some respect while in there, so what’s gonna happen when they hear about your name from me? You’re fresh meat to them.”

“W-Who even are you?!”

Rindou scoffed, “The same guy who warned you once to leave Y/N alone. I should’ve honestly went to find you myself personally and beat the shit out of you, but I hate wasting my time.”

Your boyfriend let the man go. If his arms weren’t all bent out of place and dislocated, he’d be crawling away by now. It was a sight that Rindou would laugh at. Upon seeing that his phone had fallen out of his pocket, the same phone used to consistently harass you, Rindou stomped down hard, breaking it into bits and pieces.

“Don’t waste my time again. Next time you do, call the cops, I promise you I won’t care if they catch me killing you,” Rindou turned his back around.